#my friend tried to comfort me and said that at least i would get to see it live in concert for the first time and have it be a surprise
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Note
Happy Sunday, swifties in my phone â€ïžâ€ïžđ«¶đœ Last week we all had to say 'Goodbye' to the Eras Tour. What remains are the memories. So (if you want to share) what was the best Eras Tour moment for you personally? Did you go to a concert? Win the Mastermind game? Had a special moment during a live stream? It can be anything. For me it was my eleven-year-old daughter completely losing her mind during the 1989 set (bouncing, dancing, singing her heart out, being so happy). She had been ill with a high temperature the whole week before the concert and she almost couldn't go, so it was special to see her smile again. I hope the person who reads this has a wonderful day (yes, you đ«”â€ïž) JessiÂ
Happy Sunday to you too! I'm glad everything worked out for you and your family and you could have a great time together at the Eras tour! đ
I didn't see it live (me and my friend had tickets for Vienna đ), but looking back on the Eras tour, any disappointment i feel is strongly overshadowed by the feeling of gratefulness. I grew up listening to Taylor's music and have been a die-hard fan since the moment I stumbled onto the You Belong With Me (I was 12), and seeing Taylor's whole career showcased in this way make me really appreciative of everything her music has meant to me through the different stages of my life.
Her first four albums always bring me so much comfort and whenever i hear those songs, for a little while, I'm back in my childhood bedroom, sitting criss-cross on my bed and watching her videos on youtube and nothing bad has ever happened in my life. I hear 1989 and remember all the friday afternoons when my middle school friend group would hang out at my best friend's house and take turn playing pop hits, including this album, in the background while having the time of our lives together. Reputation brought me happiness in a time when not much else did; I would come home from high school every day and lay in my bed and blast this album and escape my bleak life into a story where it's heroine is loved despite all her shortcomings and struggles. Lover's an album that came out when i was moving out for the first time and going to college, and Cornelia street will forever take me back to the joyful time when me and my best friend were looking for an appartment together and looking forward to this new chapter of our lives with so much hope and excitement. Folklore came out when I was completely alone due to my family and friendships all falling apart at the same + isolation because of covid. But it brought a long lost friend back to my doorstep (we were both back in our hometown because of the quarantine), who reached out because she heard the album and it led her to fall in love with Taylor's work. We spent hours sitting on my bedroom floor in candlelight and discussing the lyrics and pretending we're in a cottage somewhere far away (at the lakes where all the poets went to die), far away from all of our then seemingly insurmountable problems. Evermore is the one that changed me the most and I would not be who I am today if i hadn't heard the songs on that album. Those songs gave me perspective and allowed me to process my feelings through fictional characters in them, showing me all the versions of myself, past present and future, the ones that I was, wanted and didn't want to become. They gave me the strength to overcome my doubts, put my pride aside and make things right with the people who I realized I was unwilling to lose. They gave me strength to leave a home where i was (barely) tolerated, and they gave me hope that came with the realization that there is happiness, because and after and regardless and in spite of everything. Midnights and TTPD are still too recent for me to be able to look at my relationship with them from a distance, but especially TTPD again means a lot to me.
What I'm really trying to say is, Taylor's music has meant so much to me through the years and has been the one constant in my life, becoming my lifeline through my lows and an essential thing in the time capsules of my highs. And the Eras tour really made me appreciate how lucky I am to be alive at the same time as Taylor, and how grateful I am to live my life with her music woven into it.
But to answer your question more specifically: if we're talking about a specific happy moment, I loved seeing the Eras tour movie in the theatre with my previously mentioned Swiftie friend (who's stayed a part of my life since the quarantine). As soon as You Belong With Me started playing, the whole theatre was on the floor in front of the seats, dancing and screaming the lyrics and going completely insane, which was the energy that carried on for most of the movie. When Marjorie started most of us lay on the floor and waved our phone lights, as if Taylor could see us through the screen. It was such a beautiful moment, not many dry eyes in the room. I also got so many bracelets that night despite forgetting mine at home and being unable to trade. I keep hearing about how the Eras tour was a space of sisterhood and earnest excitement, and having experienced that night in the theatre, I think I completely understand. It was a truly unforgettable experience.
Thanks for the ask! Reflecting and writing this honestly made me so happy. Long live Taylor Swift and all the mountains we moved. Hand heart forever đ«¶
Have a nice week!
#one regret i have is that i drank too much coke (throat was dry from too enthusiastic singing) and had to go to the bathroom during the#movie and missed the entirety of tolerate it (no it really couldn't wait any longer)#my friend tried to comfort me and said that at least i would get to see it live in concert for the first time and have it be a surprise#first it was cut from the show#and then the show was cancelled#its so sad that it's funny again#oh well what can you do#mail#ts#the eras tour
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
~ ~ ~
#why would I expect you to talk to me? such an unrealistic expectation for a friend#youâre not really here when I need you nor do you talk to me through the day#but hey at least when youâre feeling down Iâm here for you right?#I keep extending myself and giving you everything in my heart and not getting the same in return#I tried so hard to help you feel better like I wrote a lot of nice things to you and even sent you a sweet voice message#things you would never consider doing for me#most of the time if Iâm feeling down and need reassurance of some kind I have to literally ask you for it#and you usually just try to move on to another subject or distract from the negativity#and yeah sometimes that can be helpful but not every time#sometimes people need more reassurance and kindness before they can move forward#but I feel like I shouldnât have to ask you for that#like I said at least Iâm here for you when you need some comfort/company because thatâs what really matters huh?#guess it would just be nice if you gave me even an ounce of the care I give you#personal
1 note
·
View note
Text
just a few kisses - jay
summary -> it turns out jay is an affectionate drunk (and a bit cheesy)
-> female reader x jay, fluff, established relationship, jay is obsessed with y/n's ass, suggestive, mentions of sexual activity
âcanât we leave already?â your friend complained trying to stretch her aching back. you and your friends (with your boyfriend jay) were at the new yearâs after party, your friend group was huddled into a corner, too exhausted to mingle with the other guests.
âjust half an hour more,â you tried to comfort your friend, while your eyes scanned the crowd. you hadnât seen jay in a while, and you were starting to grow restless.
suddenly you felt a body come in contact with your back and a hot breath fanning over your neck. from the way your friend was jokingly rolling her eyes and turning her head away, you guessed the person behind you had to be jay. you were about to turn around to confirm this when jay opened his mouth.
âyour ass looks so hot in this dress baby?â you spluttered and almost choked on the champagne you had been sipping for the past fifteen minutes. you coughed a few times before whipping around to stare at your boyfriend, scandalized. jay giggled at the look on your face and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you in.
âhow much have you had to drink?â you questioned after getting over your initial shock. this was a side of jay you rarely got to see in public. sure, he was the cuddly when you were alone at your apartment, but whenever you were out and about, the pda was kept to the minimum.
ânot that much, actually,â jay chuckled before surprising you even further and starting to pepper your face with soft kisses. a giggle bubbled up from between your lips.
âbaby, there are people here!â you laughed and tried to push his face away. it took a few tries but eventually jay surrendered and settled for just looking at you, caressing your neck.
âwell,â you mused after a while of just standing there with a small smile on your lips, tracing patterns onto jay's chest, âhow are you feeling right now?â
jay slowly slided his hands down your backside, settling them on your ass. you looked up at him and raised your eyebrows.
âpretty amazing,â jay smirked and gave your ass a light squeeze. you snorted at that and slapped jay lightly on his arm. jay's smirk only widened as he leaned in closer to your ear.
ây/n,â he whispered, âi wanna eat you out.â
a shiver ran through you as you closed your eyes and bit your lip. you wouldnât deny that the offer was very tempting, especially because lately your work schedules had been so hectic you used every bit of free time to just catch up on sleep, but nothing would change the fact that you were in public and leaving the party soon.
âjay, you know we canât.â
jay whined and went back to nosing your jawline, stopping occasionally to press a small kiss to your face. you exhaled slowly, gathering all your willpower to push jay gently away from you. jay gave in and pulled his face away but tightened his grip around your waist.
âi didnât even get my new yearâs kiss yet, can i at least get that,â jay started pouting and tried to emphasize his unhappiness by stomping his foot, which only resulted in him losing his balance and almost falling and pulling you with him. you couldnât help but grin at the sight. you glanced quickly at your friends over jay's shoulder. no one was paying you any attention.
âalright, just come with meâ, you said in a hushed tone, grabbing jay's wrist from behind your back and starting to lead him through the crowds. jay didnât question you, only followed you pliantly for a few minutes before you reached a secluded corridor. you quickly scanned your surroundings before turning to jay.
âjust a few kisses, okay? we donât have much time, weâre leaving soon,â you reminded jay while pulling him closer from the collar of his shirt. a sly smirk overtook jay's face.
âsure, baby,â he said before pressing you into the nearest wall. it became quite obvious to you in the next seconds that this was not about to be just a few kisses.
#enhypen#enhypen smut#enhypen fics#enhypen au#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen hard hours#enhypen x reader#jay smut#park jay smut#park jongseong#park jongseong fics#park jongseong au#park jongseong smut#jay enhypen#jay x reader#jay hard hours#jay hard thoughts#park jay hard hours#park jay hard thoughts#jay scenarios#park jay scenarios#enhypen scenarios#park jay fics#jay fics#enhypen imagines#jay imagines#park jay imagines
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
jealousy, jealousy...
- nanami kento x reader
your husband seems to be immune to jealousy, and you've pretty much convinced yourself that he just doesn't have it in him... or does he?
genre/warnings: crack, fluff, jealous!nanami (he is in denial), implied suggestive content, mentions of pregnancy, gojo cameo (i just can't pass up the chance of him annoying the heck out of nanami ahaha)
note: based on this ask, this is a little continuation to the secret wife! and this is in the same universe as love entries so gojo is married to the love entries reader! :)
general masterlist
By all means, Nanami Kento is not a jealous man.
He knows his worth. And he knows you. Out of all people, you wouldn't try anything with anyone.
Even more so with Ino. He knows him too, and there is just no way.
So... he really shouldn't get riled up, especially when it was his shitty senior who tried to set him on fireâ
"It's still beyond me, how you managed to bag her," Gojo remarked with a bark of snort. Both of them shared the same table in this high-end bar, an afterparty for the school's graduation, but Nanami was seriously considering to move after Yaga left earlier until this clown came. "And keep her a secret too. I mean, that's so foul! If I were your wife, I'd divorce you on the spot."
Nanami threw him a pointed look. "The feeling is mutual. I feel bad for her for putting up with you too. And please don't be gross and say things like you being my wife. It's appalling."
Gojo's wife being his close friend and former classmate was what foul, Nanami thought. Sure, he would acknowledge Gojo's relentless efforts, but still, anyone willing to be this shameless paintbrush's wife must lead a really daring life.
The strongest sorcerer rolled his eyes. "Nah, I'll have you know that my married life is full of bliss. I have a proof, look at myâ"
"If you want to show me hickeys, I'll seriously report you for harassing me."
And to that, Gojo merely whined and pursed his lips, and Nanami finally had some peace. He really entertained the thought of going back, because Gojo wasn't exactly a fun company, and this was getting late, untilâŠ
"Hey, Inoâthe one who always follows you around," Gojo suddenly said. "Whoa, you're letting him close to your wife too, huh?"
Nanami whipped his head to where you were, and true to what Gojo said, you were indeed there, talking animatedly to his junior.
You were all smiles, and Ino was every bit as excited as you were. There was nothing remotely wrong with how you were conversing. You two looked like a pair of really, really good friends.
Ever since word of your marriage got out and became common knowledge, you've been receiving the kind of attention that Nanami wasn't sure he preferred. While he hadn't intended to keep it a secret, he certainly felt that a more private life was preferable.
But the thing was⊠weren't you too close with him? If it were up to him, Ino could've had at least two steps back. What were you discussing anyway?
"You're a lax husband, Nanamin, heh," Gojo whistled, totally grinning because he won this fight. "I know you probably think it's harmless, but a puppy is still a dog, you know~"
A puppy... is what?
That night, that phrase was what going through in his mind over and over as he chugged down his drinks.
No way, no way... It must have been because he had too much to drink. He couldn't possibly!
The next time he felt that unpleasant feeling, it was on one night, at the comfort of your home.
Both of you had just finished watching a movie, still lounging on the sofa. You were blissfully humming, texting away on your phone atâNanami looked at the clockâ11 p.m.
Now, now, he wasn't one who would be checking your phone or such, but he couldn't deny the curiosity within him, because you weren't usually texting anyone this late at night.
"Hehe~" suddenly, you giggled and Nanami glanced at you in wonder. You seemed to be having fun.
Who... are you texting?
Despite telling himself he wouldn't meddle in your affairs, he gruffly cleared his throat. "Dear, it's late."
"Oh?" you whipped your head to him. "Oh, yeah..."
You were genuinely confused, your husband was folding his face as if he was sour of something. "Kento? What's wrong?"
But suddenly, his face lit up into a smile, kind of forced though. "Ah, nothing..." And suddenly he lifted you up from the sofa, making you almost yelp as you dropped your phone and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Time for bed."
However, what you didn't realize was that your phone's screen lit up just as the sender replied to your message, and Nanami caught a glimpse of it.
Ino.
A puppy is still a dog, you know~
The heck?
"Kento?" you asked again, and he immediately turned to you, unable to read the message. Still, his mind was reeling in many ways, and when he looked into your innocent, round eyes, suddenly he clicked his tongue, eyes slitting in dissatisfaction.
"Time for bed, dear."
Long story short, that night, your husband was somehow a little more aggressive than usual... even as he fondled you ever so softly at the end.
The third time, Nanami had enough.
He had just finished a mission when he got that call from Ino, informing him that you were at a clinic after nearly passing out.
Out of anyone else... how could you not call him first?!
He may be vexed, but worry was what clouded his mind the most. You were almost five months pregnant now, and to have this happening to youâ
He walked in to find you lying on the small bed, your eyes lighting up when you saw him. "Kento..."
"What happened to you? Why didn't you call me?" his voice was rough, and your smile fell. You felt him gripping your hand tightly. "How can youâ"
Ino, sensing his apprehension, suddenly intervened, "Uh, Nanami-san, it's notâ"
Nanami turned to him sharply, causing him to gulp.
"We were... in a bakery when Y/N-san suddenly felt faint," the younger man explained. "Please don't be too hard on her."
"And why are you with my wife in broad daylight?"
"Kento, it's not what it looks like!" you squeezed his hand urgently. "We were just... trying to find a cake, you know..."
"...what?"
And that day, everything Nanami thought he knew was turned on its axis. Perhaps, if he wasn't thinking too muchâif Gojo's words hadn't taken his mind, he wouldn't jump into conclusions this easily.
Your first wedding anniversary was just in a couple of weeks, and you had enlisted in Ino's help to find this one bakery that he swore sold only the best goods. Your texts to each other were solely about thatânothing more, nothing less.
"Aww, Kento~" you cooed as Nanami helped you into your shared bed once you got back home. "You got jealous, it's cute, and I'm happy~"
He huffed. "I was not jealous."
"Ehh, didn't look like that to me though~"
"Listen," he said, taking hold of your shoulders once he had seated you on the bed, looking straight into your eyes. "From now on, whatever you do... you have to contact me first, alright?"
"Ohâ?"
"When you need something, when you don't feel well, when you feel like you might be in some kind of danger..." his tone was serious, emphasizing each word. "You have to reach out to me first. You don't go to Ino, Gojo, or anyone elseâme. You go to me. I'm your husband, and I intend to fulfill that role well for you."
And he placed a hand on your tummy, gently caressing it. "And of course the father role for the baby too."
You clamped up, totally speechless. This unexpected development made your heart soar with a heap of giddiness.
"Yes!" Your smile was so wide and radiant that Nanami was sure he had started to blush too. Then you flung yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. "And you know... you're already the best husband and soon-to-be father ever! So you don't have anything to worry about, okay?"
Ah, how nice. Nanami chuckled as he placed his hand on the small of your back.
"Mhm, and from now on, I'll take charge of our anniversary. You only have to take it easy, alright?"
And when you giggled, he thought having you in his embrace like this was enough to satisfy himâafter all, he was a simple man.
Epilogue
"I know even Nanami gets jealous! Heh, heh, heh~"
Gojo laughed crisply, and Shoko snorted as they listened to Ino recount the story, with the latter scratching his head uncomfortably.
"I really didn't mean anything, and now I feel kinda bad," the younger man said, his head dropping. "Nanami-san seemed upset too..."
"Not many things can get under his skin," Shoko remarked. "I really thought he'd be more rational, but having an expecting wife must've taken quite a toll on him too."
"Nah, don't find more excuses, Shoko! Now is time to pay up~!"
As Shoko grumbled and Ino was lost in his own thoughts, a loud cough suddenly echoed behind them.
"Gojo-san... Ieiri-san..." Nanami leveled his unamused gaze on them, his glasses glinting in the light, causing the two gulp. "What are you two doing?"
#nanami kento x reader#jjk fluff#nanami x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x reader fluff#kento nanami x reader#nanami x reader fluff#nanami kento#kento x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#nanami kento fluff#kento nanami#kento nanami x you#nanami fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk imagines#jjk drabbles#nanami x you
6K notes
·
View notes
Text
â°ââ€Misunderstood
Summary: How the gang finds out about Sukuna's girlfriend in a misunderstanding.
Relationship: Ryomen Sukuna/Reader
Word count: 3.0k
Note: I'm a liar, I know I said this would go up yesterday, in my defense we set very optimistic goals. Please comment and feel free to send me anything to my inbox
-âàčâ-: No curses au, uni au, sfw, humor, fluff, bad english
The house of the twins Yuji and Ryomen seemed more lively than normal, as every weekend they had planned a movie afternoon, the meetings began early after leaving school, buying snacks, preparing comfortable clothes and choosing some games of table.
Yuji's face wrinkled into a displeased grimace at seeing his twin dressing casually to go out for a walk down the street, while he and his friends were already prepared wearing their comical pajamas, it wasn't fair. This time it was Yuji's turn to choose the movie so as not to let his brother get away with it.
âWhat are you doing?â
Sukuna turned to look for a second indifferently at his brother while he finished fastening the buttons of his dark shirt. How could he take seriously his brother who maintained an irritated pout while wearing those ridiculous tiger-themed full-body pajamas?
"I'm going out, tell mom I'll be late"
Yuji's moan of annoyance echoed throughout the house, drawing the attention of Nobara and Megumi who were stealthily trying to spy on the conversation by hiding behind a wall.
"You said you would watch Human Worm 4 with us today!"
The one with the caramel eyes began to complain about the injustice that was occurring, a perfect time for his faithful friends to take action.
âWe already prepared everything, you can't leave us stranded for an afternoon of movies!â
Nobara grumbled as she tried to fix the sleeves of her raccoon pajamas.
"We made a pact, you must suffer with us"
Megumi was supposed to be the most mature of the group, perhaps Sukuna had overestimated him because he never imagined seeing him share the same neuron as his friends while also wearing ridiculous beige dog pajamas.
âIt's a shame brats, it'll have to be another day.â
The older twin's hands didn't stop moving trying to find the car keys; he had somehow managed to look appropriately with a hint of elegance, but without losing that menacing aura, a pair of black pants held up by an expensive belt that he had stolen from his father, a dark gray shirt with the first few buttons open showing his collarbones and the sleeves perfectly arranged at his elbows showing his tattooed arms.
"You look like a criminal"
âWho said I'm not?â
Itadori's intentions to plant some blame on his brother for abandoning them on a seemingly important night were noticeable for miles.
"At least have the decency to tell me where the hell you're going."
Sukuna took a while to respond, his eyes straying suspiciously and the trio could see a slight nervousness on his face. Wait, nerves? Sukuna? Those words were naturally contrary, it even seemed strange to put them together in one sentence. Here was definitely another shoe that was taking a while to drop.
"Mind your own business, don't be nosy"
Itadori instantly stood between his brother and the front door, blocking his way, he would get to the bottom of this matter at any cost.
"Are you planning something bad? Mom will be angry if you get into trouble again"
"Yes, yes, yes. I plan to do many bad and illegal things, in fact in this mood I plan to strangle the first person in front of me"
Itadori, Nobara, and Megumi looked at each other before leaving the hallway clear, letting Sukuna walk.
"Behave badly, take good care of yourself and if they discover you, deny everything"
âSee youâ
Once the so-called evil twin left the house, the hallway was completely silent for a few seconds.
âDon't you feel...? Curiosity?"
An excited Nobara looked at her friends with bright, gossip-hungry eyes.
"No not really"
Megumi's voice was ignored as Itadori pushed the Fushiguro boy's face away with his hand.
"I was hoping you'd ask, Nobara! In fact, my brother has been acting strange lately."
Itadori put on a thoughtful expression as he remembered his brother's unusual behavior in recent weeks.
"What do you mean he's been acting strange?"
At that moment Nobara had taken on a detective attitude, while the previously disinterested Megumi began to listen attentively to his friends.
âHe's been coming home late, more than usual.â
âThat doesn't seem strange for someone like him.â
An exalted Itadori raises his hands dramatically as he defends his argument.
âBut when he is usually late it is always because he is causing problems in the streets and he is not at all careful with his arrival, now it is different!â
Sharing a room with Itadori, Sukuna didn't care how scandalous he could be when he showed up at home after curfew. He didn't pay attention to the fact that the noise of his shoes being thrown to any side of the room or that the sound of his swear words every time he tripped over something could disturb his brother's sleep.
Lately, however, the nights that Sukuna had spent late away from home had become more frequent, and Itadori couldn't help but notice even in the dead of night how messy his twin's clothes were every time he returned with silent footsteps and he also did not overlook the large number of marks that stood out on Sukuna's neck.
âAlso, he has been trying hard in all his school subjects, he has turned in all his homework and sometimes he goes out to the library to study. Did you hear what I said? He goes to the library to study!â
âThat's definitely not the Sukuna we know, something is happening to him.â
The three teenagers headed to the living room to sit down to discuss more calmly and solve that mystery.
âDo you think someone is bullying him?â
Itadori looked worried for a split second at Nobara's statement until Megumi gave him a strange, brief sarcastic smile.
âAre you serious right now? Do you think Sukuna, the most feared man on campus, could be bothered by someone? Jesus Christ even earned the nickname âThe King of Cursesâ
They didn't need much time to agree with Megumi, it was impossible to imagine Sukuna being submissive to anyone.
âTrue, it would make more sense for him to be the one who bothered someone⊠It can't be possibleâ
âI told him clearly not to get into trouble, but he never listens to me!â
âWait, Yuji, calm down. Don't you think that if that's the case, he's spending too much time on that person?â
Itadori seemed to think about it for a second and his face transformed into one of much more dramatic horror than before.
"So he really hates that person! Maybe he's planning a murder? Your brother isn't exactly known for being patient"
Nobara's words were the little push Itadori needed to panic.
"Sukuna definitely can't go to the correctional facility again!... Mom was very sad back then..."
Nobara and Megumi looked into each other's eyes, unable to abandon their friend in such a situation.
"Fine! Our mission today is to prevent your brother from becoming a criminal.â
"Are we allowed to use force? I still have to get revenge for the books I lent him."
The brown-haired girl, Kugisaki, was the first to stand up and was followed by Fushiguro. It seemed like a scene worthy of a movie, this was the motivational part because both friends extended their hands to the boy in tiger pajamas.
âWait, wait, wait⊠What happened to your books?â
âI'll ask your brother when I see him.â
It had been approximately 30 minutes since the trio of friends had located and followed Sukuna, a difficult mission that had begun with the friends running after the older twin's car. The fatigue was overcome by surprise when seeing the target enter a flower shop.
âWe're late, he's already planning the funeral!â
âWait, give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe⊠Maybe he's going to visit a friend?â
âImpossible, my brother has no friendsâ
Nobara and Yuji's brief talk was interrupted when they saw Sukuna leaving that flower shop with a huge and pretty bouquet of yellow carnations.
"You see it? Maybe your brother is not as bad as he seemsâ Nobara's voice tried to be optimistic, and it also seemed strange to her that a man would buy flowers for no apparent reason.
âNow I'm quite confusedâ Itadori, for his part, narrowed his eyes, staring at Sukuna, trying to read his brother's mind.
Megumi spoke with a stiff voice drawing the attention of his friends.
"Don't be so surprised, in the language of flowers, carnations of that color mean contempt"
"Is he turning his assassination attempt into a performance? He's getting creative"
"Hey, he's leaving. Hurry up"
The gang quickly got into a taxi and like every chase scene, Itadori and Nobara yelled at the driver to follow the car in front of them, Megumi had to apologize to the driver at the end of the ride.
Sukuna drove his car until he reached the darkest and most dangerous neighborhood that anyone could imagine, clearly that place had an invisible sign indicating that it was better not to be there, there were few passers-by and the streets were cold with graffiti everywhere.
The older twin got out of his car after having entered the area a little, he walked as if that place was his territory, as if he felt at home, he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, raising them to his elbows, with a bored look he observed the time on his watch and then leaned his back against the wall waiting patiently. Meanwhile, the trio had remained hidden behind a pile of boxes and seemingly useless objects, thinking about Ryomen's intentions.
"There isn't a soul in this place, what is he planning to do?"
Itadori's question was answered when Megumi held his jaw making him look to his right, his eyes widened as he saw a girl with a small frame, transmitting an aura of delicacy and fragility, she was the complete stereotype of a little princess wearing a pink dress and white sneakers, light makeup and a flower crown adorning her hair, she looked out of context walking with a smile and humming a song in that horrible alley.
"It can't be her... There's no way Sukuna..."
Nobara's words were cut off when the red-eyed man put out his cigarette and walked over to where the girl was with a proud smile on his face.
The fear that this small, fragile woman could be hurt by his violent brother made Itadori quickly get up from his hiding place and stand in front of his brother.
"Sukuna! Stop right there, don't do it!"
The sudden entrance of his nosy brother surprised Sukuna who maintained a displeased scowl at his twin's actions.
"What the fuck? Get out of the way brat, I'm on something important right now"
"Don't you dare take another step, don't do something you'll regret!"
Itadori's voice took a drastic change, sounding too threatening compared to his usual cheerful tone.
"What the hell are you talking about? Leave me alone, I don't have time for this."
Sukuna looked at the horrified girl who was just a few meters away from him, he pushed his brother away with one hand with the intention of walking towards where she was, however he was stopped and subdued on the ground by Megumi.
âDon't even try it, you disgusting scoundrel.â
âLeave me alone, you fucking bastards!â
While the three men argued and fought among themselves, Nobara also came out of her hiding place and walked towards the frightened woman, being careful not to exalt her even more, Kugisaki placed his hands on her shoulders trying to calm her down.
"Are you okay? âDid he do something to you?â
The girl's hands remained covering her mouth, completely surprised by the situation. She instantly left Nobara and ran quickly to where Sukuna was lying on the ground.
"What are you doing?! Get your hands off him!"
Megumi and Itadori's movements stopped, still holding Sukuna on the ground, they turned to look completely surprised at the owner of that little voice, their minds went blank as they watched her approach, she put her hands on Fushiguro's chest. making an attempt to push him away from the red-eyed twin.
"What are you doing to my boyfriend?! Leave him alone!"
Still bewildered, Itadori was the first to move away and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder for him to do the same, allowing Sukuna to stand up a little dazed.
"I don't know what 'Kuna did to you, but what you are doing is not right, it is not right to intimidate others, problems are solved by talking"
You stood in front of your boyfriend trying to be the one to defend him this time, you used to be a little shy when talking to strangers, but you weren't going to let your lover be the victim of such an unfair situation.
"Honey, calm down. They areâ"
"No, love! They were very mean to you, no matter who they are!"
You knew that Sukuna had a special weakness for you that made him want to protect you from any danger, everyone told you that, obviously he would also want to take control of this situation in his hands. No, this time it was your turn to protect him, to be his knight in shining armor.
On the other hand, there were also the three idiots who had tried to play detective, watching the situation in astonishment.
"She... just called him love"
âYes, she really didâ
"I can't believe it"
Ryomen had tried to calm his girlfriend's little anger by taking her hands and caressing them, it worked for a few seconds until that trio spoke again.
Upon hearing the incredulous voices of those strangers, you let go of Sukuna's hands and walked a few steps close to those you thought were criminals.
"Listen, my parents are very important people, I will make sure you are punished appropriately"
Your acute and sweet angry voice was silenced by Sukuna's lips, one of his large hands finding a place on your waist while the other caressed your soft cheek.
"It's okay, princess"
"No, it's not okay-"
You tried to reply to his deep voice, you would be lying if you said it didn't make you shiver, his voice was only directed at you, only for you to hear, that made you calm down and also lowered the tone of your voice.
"Pretty, this is my stupid brother and his friends."
"...Impossible, it can't beâŠ, they were subduing you"
"Don't worry, I'm sure they have a good explanation for doing all this, right?"
The affectionate look that Sukuna had given his supposed girlfriend had changed drastically when he turned to look at his friends, removed his touch from his beloved and walked towards the frightened trio, cracking the fingers of his fists.
"Last words?"
Approximately 10 minutes had passed after that disastrous encounter, Sukuna had considered himself generous that day so he decided to take his brother and his friends to the house where they should have stayed from the beginning, very kind, it had nothing to do with his girlfriend will look at those three idiots like abandoned puppies.
"How were we supposed to know you were visiting your girlfriend?"
"What kind of dates are you taking her on?"
"Yeah, you looked like you were about to commit a crime!"
Of course Itadori, Megumi and Nobara tested their patience throughout the car ride, complaining from the back seats and trying to alleviate the pain caused by the car owner's blows. Your curious little eyes turned to look at the trio with intrigue.
"Why do you say that?"
None of them knew how to answer your question, the answer was so obvious that they thought you were stupid or blind, of course none of them said that thought out loud, not when they felt Sukuna's psychopathic gaze in the rearview mirror. However, that didn't stop Yuji from continuing the conversation either.
"You were alone in that horrible and dangerous place, it is the perfect opportunity for a madman"
"Oh, that..."
Your calm reaction to that comment only confused them more, you were too sweet to be in those places and even worse to be there with Sukuna for no good reason.
"Her parents are renowned people and they do not agree with our relationship, that is why we must meet in the most discreet places possible"
"Sometimes dad hires people to watch me, so our meeting point for dates is that place."
The older twin's words left the dynamic trio thinking, especially Itadori and Nobara, Megumi didn't really care much, your complementation made them imagine a current version of Romeo and Juliet. The explanations of your strange relationship had clarified most of his doubts regarding the strange day.
"Wait, what about the flowers?"
Nobara's comment made all the attention focus on Ryomen who wrinkled his face in confusion until he remembered the detail that his friend was talking about at the same time that he stopped the car in front of his house.
"What flowers?"
"Oh right, I brought you something"
Sukuna got out of the car and went to the back taking something out of the trunk, a nice big bouquet of flowers appeared in front of you held by your handsome boyfriend.
"Oh, honey, you shouldn't have bothered."
"It's no bother when I can make you happy"
You received the beautiful flowers in your small hands, allowing yourself to smell them, such a fresh smell while you lovingly observed your loved one and he returned the same look, absorbed in that cloying atmosphere.
Of course that beautiful moment was not the most comfortable for everyone present, much less for Yuji Itadori imitating his twin with a shrill and annoying voice, since he had never seen his brother in that silly state.
"It's no bother when I can make you happy"
âI'm going to kick your assâ
Megumi couldn't stay silent for long either, because something kept echoing in her mind.
"But the meaning of flowers..."
"Excuse me?"
You looked at him with a smile so sweet and innocent that he hesitated for a second on his next words.
âThose flowers have a negative meaningâŠâ
"It's funny you think my 'Kuna knows the meaning of flowers"
"We should have assumed that"
âÂ·Ë àŒ *đ master list is here
#aledthinks#jjk x reader#jjk drabbles#jujustsu kaisen x reader#ryomen sukuna#drabble#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#jjk sukuna#sukuna#jjk fluff#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen#fluff#ryoumen sukuna
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
Wibirbs Wobble Part 15
masterpost
Bruce stood, along with most of the theater as Cass and her dance partner came onto the stage to join the rest of the Cass. Bruce was so proud of her. Despite everything Cass had been through, she had grown to be such a kind, confident young lady. For her not only get up on a stage and dance but to also be the one of the leads was truly a testament to how hard she had worked to find a life she wanted.
Next to him, Danny stood, wavered, and ended up right back in his seat.
âDanny?â
âIâm fine, watch your daughter,â Danny said. He waved one hand dismissively at Bruce while he rested his forehead in the other.
Heâd gone alarming pale.
Reluctantly, Bruce turned back to applaud one last time. As soon as the curtains closed, Bruce took a knee in front of Dannyâs chair.
âIâm fine,â Danny tried again.
âYou look like a ghost,â Bruce argued and took Dannyâs wrist.
Danny covered a snort of laughter with his other hand.
Dannyâs pulse fluttered weakly under Bruceâs fingers. âWe should get you to an urgent careââ
âItâs fine,â Danny said. Even his smile looked a little weak. âI just need a moment.â
Bruce doubted that a moment would help much. âIâm worried about your pulse.â
âYou caught that?â Danny asked, question curious and not at all concerned.
âI was studying to be a doctor at once point,â Bruce pointed out dryly.
âYou were? Hum, maybe Iâve heard that before? I donât really know,â Danny said before he shook his head a little. (The movement did Dannyâs coloring no favors.) âBut okay look, I know about my pulse issues. Iâm having a bit of a bad⊠few weeks right now, but Iâll be fine. Iâve already seen my doctor about it. I get how it seems concerning, and yeah I need to keep taking it easy a bit, but this is pretty normal for me. I have some complications from an accident when I was a kid.â
Bruce frowned, searching the words for a lie.
There wasnât one, even if there also wasnât much information.
âAt least let us offer you a ride home then,â Bruce insisted. He continued quickly when it seemed Danny would protest. âIt really wonât be an issue and it would make me feel better to know you got home safe.â
Dannyâs lips pressed together thinly.
Bruce pulled out the big guns. âAnd Cass would hate it if you were hurt from coming to see her perform.â
âDoes she have everyone wrapped around her finger?â Danny asked, lips quirking into a little smile.
âBasically since she arrived,â Bruce said wryly. He stood and offered Danny both his arms, palms up. âPlease stand carefully. If you go over the edge of the box Iâll have to drive to save you or something equally dramatic.â
âWe would make the papers for sure,â Danny said. His grip was concernedly shaky as he wrapped his hands around Bruceâs forearms, but he stood in a smooth motion, even if he ended up basically leaning against Bruceâs chest. Danny stepped back after a second, cheeks dusted with red. âOkay, should I just⊠wait for you out front?â
âItâs adorable how you think Iâm letting you out of my sight,â Bruce said. He rested his hand lightly on the small of Dannyâs back and started to guide the other out of the box. âAgain, you falling over the edge of the box, down the stairs, dramatically onto some absurdly pointy bit of Gotham architectureâ these are all things I am not going to take a risk of happening to you.â
âYou are such a father.â
âI donât know if thatâs a compliment or an insult,â Bruce said honestly as they took the back stairs down to avoid the crowd.
âOh, well, more of just a statement? But definitely not an insult,â Danny insisted.
They were tucked slightly close together until the stairs opened up into a sitting room that was kept aside traditionally for those in the boxes. Tonight the Wayne name had kept it aside for for Bruce, his family, and their close friends. Well, and Danny, Bruce mused as he made the other sit down on the sofa that purely for looks and not comfort.
Bruce poured a glass of the recently refreshed water and brought it over to Danny.
âI really will be alright,â Danny said, but took the glass and a long sip. His color was a little better after some water. âIâve been dealing with some level of this for⊠huh, almost twenty five years now. I sorta hadnât realized that it had been so long⊠but anyways, that means Iâm used to it.â
Bruce rested on the arm of the sofa. âJust because youâre used to it, that doesnât mean that you have to bear it alone.â
Danny gave a little shrug. âBut I do, Bruce, or a lot of it at least. I live alone after all.â
The door burst open as the room was swarmed with a multitude of Waynes and might-as-well-be-Waynes. It left Bruce without any time to respond to that and grateful, as he watched his family pile into the room, that he had been lucky enough despite everything to not end up alone.
Tim was the one who paused, as if just noticing Danny, before shaking his head. âRight, the engineer Cass invited! Hi, Iâm Tim. I intern at WE so you might see me around there too. Well, not that you wonât see the others, but I mean that you might see me more often.â
âNice to meet you Tim, though I donât know how often youâll be down by engineering,â Danny said.
Danny had a bit of a tight grip on the glass in his hands, but Bruce supposed it was a great deal of people very suddenly. There was something thoughâŠ
âOh, Tim is also a huge nerd,â Steph said as she threw her arm over Timâs shoulder. âHe likes to tinker so you might be surprised. Trust me, Iâm his ex.â
âWe only dated for months,â Tim said with a roll of his eyes.
âThatâs Stephanie, a family friend,â Bruce cut in before things got far too out of hand. âYou know Dick and this is Barbara, who he mentioned. Jason, my second oldest, is in the back with his boyfriend Roy, Duke is next to them, and this is Damian, my youngest.â
âGreetings,â Damian said. His tone was sever, but far more curious than cutting. Bruce was proud of the growth even if there was still more work to be done.
âHello everyone. Like Tim said, Iâm Danny,â Danny said with a little smile that was mostly real with just a bit of polite company strain. âCass spent an afternoon in my office chatting with me. I suppose since we talked so much about the show, she invited me to see it. Sorry to invade your family time though, I didnât know I would be doing that.â
âThatâs just how this family goes,â Barbara said with a soft chuckle. âTrust me, Iâve been around them long enough to know how they absorb people.â
âWay to make us sound nefarious, Barbie,â Jason grumbled.
âNo, no, you guys are,â Roy said casually. âItâs in a good way, sure, but youâre still sorta nefarious and you definitely absorb people. This isnât even everyone.â
âHave I apologized for them already?â Bruce asked, though he supposed the fond warmth in his words ruined the intent.
Luckily Danny just gave a soft laugh. âDonât. The best sort of family and friendships all have a good helping of chaos and malarkey.â
âMalarkey?â Steph repeated.
âItâs a good word, illiterate ingrate,â Jason defended.
The room dissolve into chaos and Bruce turned to apologize again only to find Danny watching the group with a small but fond smile.
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
â đŽđ€đŠđŻđŠ đ·. (đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đźđ°đŻđŠđș) đ
‷ summary: austria. mclaren pr department can't read the room so shit officially hits the fan. at least y/n is getting paid for her troubles. lando thinks he can think his way out of this one đ€Ł
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
"You want us to what?" Y/n asked incredulously.
There is no way. No. Fucking. Way.
"I know this may seem out of the blue, or even slightly unorthodox, however-" Michael started. Thirty-nine years old, head of the McLaren PR Department, her boss, and he thought this was only 'slightly' unorthodox. Right.
"I think we're a little past slightly, don't you think?" Lando muttered from the chair next to her. He wasn't looking at her directly anymore.
She had successfully ignored 127 messages, 53 phone calls, 3 emails, and a handful of indirect messages from Oscar, and he still didn't seem to get the hint. She shot him down once again when he tried to approach her before their meeting, after she had purposefully shown up as soon to the start time as possible to avoid him. Maybe that had been the final straw and he had understood she had no intention of speaking to him.
Lando's eyes met hers and Y/n swallowed down the guilt at his kicked puppy dog look. He was very good at looking pathetic, and she was starting to become skilled at ignoring it.
Not skilled enough.
"I'm well aware this is putting you both in a very precarious position, especially you Y/n considering your career," Michael continued, "but since you two have begun to interact on social media our numbers have nearly tripled. We've increased our social following across all platforms, we've increased engagement, Christ, we've even increased our merch sales. But if you two dated, a real, PR contract-based relationship, the results would be more than we could have hoped for at the start of the project."
"That was the point of hiring me," Y/n said sitting up. Yes, she was annoyed, but at this point who could blame her, "I knew my strategy of personalizing ourselves to the internet would work. I told you guys this would happen, and if we keep to it we could probably still reach these numbers you're looking for. What you're suggesting doesn't seem a bit far to you? A bit too risky?"
"Honestly, Y/n, the fact of the matter is this: we could increase what you've already started. If we go through with this project, we could see a skyrocket in our social media. This could do wonders for the team, especially given the results this season. No offense, Lando."
The Brit seemed to be dragged out of his thoughts at the comment and he simply shrugged and waved his hands impassively. Y/n intentionally ignored his disregard for the situation, because jumping across her seat and choking him would not solve any of her current problems- even if she really, really wanted to choke him.
"Do you understand what this can do to my career? This would look so unprofessional for me. The point of a PR relationship is that it doesn't really seem like a fake relationship. It would seriously decrease my options if or when I leave McLaren if it seems like I date my coworkers. You're basically condemning me to a life where I would never be hired again. I won't do it. I can't do this." Y/n said shakily, before standing up. It felt like she couldn't breathe, and it's not like she could turn to Lando for comfort in this because they weren't even friends. Not that he seemed all that bothered anyway. Lando seemed perfectly comfortable staring into space like the airhead he was.
Zak, who had been standing calmly in the corner of the room leaned toward her and squeezer her shoulder comfortingly. She had no doubt he knew how uncomfortable this situation must be for her. Unfortunately for her, he just didn't seem to care. Or at least not enough.
Michael sighed and stood up as well, walking around the desk he was sitting at so he was directly in front of her and Lando and sit on the desk itself.
"I hear your concerns Y/n, I really do, but you cannot truly expect that we wouldn't have some safety measures in place for your protection, can you? When I said this would be a contractual relationship, I meant it. There would be physical evidence that you were not violating any workplace policies, and were instead participating in a project that involved the relationship you would be a part of. We would provide any future employers with proof of this, given that they are willing to sign an NDA. You would not be left at risk in your future endeavors," Michael explained sympathetically. Y/n couldn't help but feel the insincerity of his words in comparison to his face.
They understood they were putting her in an uncomfortable position. They understood they were endangering her career no matter how many contracts she signed. And yet here they were, asking anyways.
"And if I just don't want to?" She asked and she heard Zak sigh from behind her. He took his hand off her shoulder.
Oh.
"Then I'm afraid we've reached a standstill here, haven't we?" Michael said. She inhaled sharply and looked down.
Oh. They were going to fire her. Of course.
"Are you serious?" Y/n finally turned to look at Lando. At some point in between when she had last looked at him and since she had begun to have her job dangled in front of her face he had stood up. He looked angry, not that he hadn't looked some variation of hurt, angry, and sad since he arrived.
"You can't seriously be threatening to fire her, right in front of me, over a project that no one in their right mind would agree to without any incentive. You do realize you haven't really offered her anything that would make her agree don't you? Do you do this to all of your employees or just the ones who carry nearly an entire department on their back?" Lando spit out angrily. He wasn't yelling, but he had sure as hell left the station of speaking calmly a while ago.
"Lando," Zak started through grit teeth, but Michael held up a hand.
"You're right Lando, I'm sorry, let me-"
"Why are you apologizing to me? I'm not the one whose job you were just threatening."
"You're right," Michael cleared his throat and returned back to his chair, "I'm sorry Y/n. Truly. I don't think we've approached the topic correctly at all. Let me start over. There is, of course, some incentive for you."
Y/n sighed, and looked over at Lando. Like usual, he was already looking at her. He was letting her take the reigns of the situation, he was letting her be in charge.
Because he respects you, a small part of her brain whispered and she closed her eyes and breathed in. She wasn't thinking about that anymore. She couldn't think about him anymore.
She sat down and stared at Michael. He could continue, but that didn't mean she would agree. Lando sat down as well, glaring at Zak over his shoulder until the older man walked away from behind Y/n's chair and back to the inconspicuous corner he had been in when they started.
"We had some extra money allotted in the budget," Michael started uncomfortably, pushing his glasses up his nose. His voice was wavering and uncertain, making his British accent even thicker. Y/n seemed to have an affinity for upsetting British men this week. Call it American reparations or whatever, but she was finding the prospect quite enjoyable.
"There would be a salary increase for you, should you choose to participate in the project." Michael stated, as he shifted some papers around on the desk. He uncapped a pen and wrote down a number on a piece of company branded legal pad paper. He folded the paper and slid it across the desk. Y/n, who had begun rubbing her temples irritatedly, closed her eyes as she sighed through her nose before reaching a hand out to look. Lando's hand slid in front of hers and grasped the paper before she could.
Her eyes widened in surprise and she looked at him incredulously as he unfolded the paper Michael had passed.
"Lando," Michael began and Lando cut the man off with a scoff. He crumpled the paper and tossed it in the trash.
"You're asking the girl to put her career on the line and that's the amount that you offer?" Lando scoffed. Michael continued to try to speak but Lando held his hand up.
"Let's break this down properly before we make anymore stupid offers," Lando said, voice dripping the arrogance that typically bothered Y/n the most.
"You're asking her to stick out her neck for a PR project that may not work the way you're hoping, you'll be expecting her to keep performing her current work functions while also appearing at additional McLaren events as my partner. On top of all of that, you'll probably also want us to be making public appearances on days and times where she wouldn't be working at all anyway," Y/n thought briefly that this might be the most serious she had ever heard him sound.
"You also can't expect anyone to believe any of this if she doesn't also behave like we're dating in public, and expecting physical affection with someone she isn't actually dating is a lot to ask of someone who isn't a robot, if you weren't already aware," Lando stated patronizingly.
"And that's not even acknowledging the multiple hostile workplace environment policies you've broken in this meeting alone. I really hope you're not expecting her to sign a contract right now without a lawyer on top of that, considering that's illegal." Lando finished, staring at Michael with more anger she had ever seen him show.
"So maybe we should try a much bigger number," Lando said, leaning forward in his chair, "might I recommend doubling it?"
Why was he doing this. She hadn't even heard him out since their argument, ignoring any attempts at conversation, and now he was fighting tooth and nail in a room where no one else was defending her. Including the CEO of the company, who quite literally held his job in his hands.
Maybe that's just his charm. That he never thinks things through. That he doesn't think at all, whether it hurts someone else or himself in the process or not. It's just in his nature to fight first and ask questions later. She couldn't decide whether that was something she could handle or not.
Michael cleared his throat and wrote a number down quickly, handing it to Lando this time instead of her. Lando looked at the number and turned to look at her, nodding and handing the paper over.
Y/n fumbled with the paper slightly before opening it and exhaling sharply through her nose. Right in front of her eyes was a one, a five, and 5 whopping zeroes.
One and a half million dollars. Lando had just gotten her one and a half million dollars.
"This," Y/n started with a shaking voice, before clearing it with a harsh swallow. This was more money than she had ever seen before in her life.
"This is what you're offering me instead of my current salary?" She asked uncertainly. She was getting a headache from the tension of the furrow of her brows.
"No of course not," Lando started, never looking away from Michael.
"This is a bonus they're offering in addition to your current salary, right?" He narrowed his eyes at Michael. Michael nodded aggressively.
"Yes of course. This would be a bonus for participating in the project. You would be receiving your current salary as well for the work you were already participating in," Michael assured and his shoulders slumped in relief when Lando looked away to finally look at her.
"You don't have to make any decisions now," Lando began gently, eyes visibly softening, but Y/n could hardly hear him.
Half a million dollars would be more than enough to pay off her student loans. One and a half million dollars was more money than she even knew what to do with.
"I'll do it," She agreed.
One and a half million dollars, she reassured herself as Lando smiled at her softly. She smiled back. She was only doing this for the money; the one and a half million dollars.
Lando ignored the fluttering in his stomach as she smiled at him for the first time all day. He cheered internally. Who cared about money, this would be perfect. He would make sure to be perfect.
Lando would be the best fake boyfriend she could ever ask for, starting now.
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
liked by mclaren, lilyzneimer, and 38,890 others
ynusername austria views hit different this time of year đ„Ž
19,208 comments
user1 you need a bark cause i can dog real loud
user2 so close op, but not quite!
user1 ... i'm too embarrassed to try again atp
user3 A SOFT LAUNCH?? ON THIS FINE TUESDAY EVENING??
user4 i HATE happy couples, they ruin my mood fr
user5 no deadass, like i hope y'all find out you're cousins
user4 she's dating a m*n i feel so sick
user5 the white men got her đ§ââïž
user6 you know who else is in austria đ
user7 i want to tell you to be fr... but lowkey that does look like lando
user8 BE SO FR YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HIS FACE
user9 i can't believe i'm lany/n truthing in god's year of 2023, but i am
user10 maybe lany/n is the friends we made along the way
user9 don't patronize me bitch iT'S RIGHT THEREEEEE
landonorris what book are you reading đ€š
ynusername stop acting like you know how to read
landnorris i didn't want to know anyways đđ
user11 damn girl they pay you to do this đ« i don't even get vacation days
ynusername hi i'm saul goodman. did you know that you have rights? the constitution says you do. and so do i âïž
user12 going on a date on a work trip, are we? đ«Ł
ynusername let's just call it an employee outing (;
user12 WAHT DOES THAT MEAN Y/N???
user13 OH MY GOD???
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
liked by oscarpiastri, maxfewtrell, and 40,103 others
mclaren lando norris p4? more likely than you think (ignore oscar, an intern let him out of his cage again) đ
user14 he looks so happy, no one speak to me ever again
user15 it's that y/n effect
oscarpiastri quick question! WHAT THE FUCK.
oscarpiastri i am NOT an animal đĄ i don't need a cage
lilyzneimer DON'T YELL AT HER OSCAR đ«” I'LL HAVE THE INTERN PUT YOU BACK.
mclaren yeah oscar đ€š watch it
oscarpiastri this isn't a funny joke đ this isn't haha funny
user16 lando's best results after there are rumors they've started dating... hmmmm
user17 omg not y'all starting already
user16 what can i say the fanfics write themselves
user18 oscar fans can never catch a break, huh?
user19 i knew that last post was too good to be true
user20 @/oscarpiastri what happened to bribery??
oscarpiastri sorry guys, i pissed her off đ
user21 ig since lando's off the shit list someone had to take his place
landonorris i got p4 for you admin đ€
mclaren this is workplace harassment
landonorris ):
mclaren đ»đ€ (it's the world's smallest violin playing the world's saddest song)
landonorris alright, fuck you ig
user23 lando flirting in the comments and then getting turned down in the most humiliating manner, what's new
landonorris ... it wasn't that humiliating
user23 đ»đ€
landonorris STOP OT NOW.
user24 i know y/n's boyfriend is reading these comments and weeping
user25 boy oh boy do i have news for you op
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
liked by user26, landonorris, and 21,844 others
f1wags Various sources have reported seeing Y/n L/n, the current McLaren social media manager and McLaren F1 Driver Lando Norris together across Austria during the GP weekend, and celebrating after. Various kisses and intimate interactions were reported by our sources, including the ones pictured above. What do we think about this new workplace romance?
9,450 comments
user26 IS THIS REAL???? IS THIS REALLLLLL??????
user27 THE PICTURES ARE THERE BUT I STILL DON'T BELIEVE IT
user28 they're so cute, it almost makes me forget that this is the most insane thing i'll see all year
user29 bro beat the norizz allegations
user30 THE KISS?? THE BEACH PICTURES??? THE DINNER HUG??? OH THEY'RE IN LOVE IN LOVE
user31 they grow up so fast
user32 he's not hot enough for her, next question!
user33 be so serious đ
mclaren zoo wee mama
user34 THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF????
mclaren hubba hubba
user35 from the team account is diabolical
user36 and they say bullying isn't a love language
user37 she hated on him so hard he fell in love with her
landonorris damn right she did
user38 lando try not to be down bad challenge *impossible* *never seen before*
user39 oh i know the twitter users that have been getting hate for weeks for saying the truth are MADDDD
user40 they couldn't have been more obvious, we've been in denial
user41 the eyes chico, they never lie
user42 oh i know zak brown is throwing up over this pr nightmare
user43 right like i think people are forgetting she's an employee đ
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
liked by carlossainz55, maxverstappen1, and 77,954 others
landonorris post-p4 cooldown đ§Ą
25,001 comments
oscarpiastri what's all this then đ§ââïž
oscarpiastri i really love how you're so good about telling me things đźâđš
user44 someone free oscar from lany/n bro
user45 this was NOT on my 2024 bingo card
user46 i don't think anyone could have predicted lando having rizz
ynusername so true
landonorris HEY.
danielricciardo i wasn't familiar with your game lando
landonorris STOP HITTIG ON HER SHES MINE
danielricciardo damn lil bro no one is taking her from you
user47 "she's mine" down horrendous once again
user48 bro was born down horrendous i fear
carlossainz55 i can't believe you didn't tell me lando! congratulations
landonorris it was a secret you muppet đ but thank you
maxverstappen1 you too make a great couple! congrats mate đ€
ynusername this was the most max verstappen way you could have said this
maxverstappen1 still bullying me i see đ
lilyzneimer CUTIE PATOOTIES <3 oh and hi lando
landonorris can't even be mad cause they are too damn cute đ«
lilyzneimer good answer!
bsfuser1 congratulations i guess (she was mine first) đ
landnorris thanks! (we can share)
bsfuser2 hurt her and i kill you!!! so cute together tho <3
landonorris you lot are fucking terrifying!! appreciate it (:
zbrownceo Congratulations you two! Can't imagine a better pair đ§ĄđȘ
landonorris Thanks Zak!!!
ynusername you gave cali kisses so i guess you're alright <3
landonorris as many kisses as my girls want
user49 MY GIRLS KMSSSS
user50 cat dad cat dad cat dad âŒïž
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
that's the end of act 1!!! part 2 coming shortly <3 i'm moving into college and starting classes so if updates slow down a bit just know i'm getting things out as quickly as i can ((: hope you enjoyed and feel free to leave your thoughts!!
-
đ©đđ đĄđđšđ©
@lemon-lav @slutforpopculture @m4rt10ne @urfavsgf @sadsierra2 @96jnie @sltwins @poppyflower-22 @alliumiae @livelovesports @liberty-barnes @the-holy-trinity-l @iliwyss @awritingtree @redpool @elliotts1one @velentine @chaoticmessneutralplease @5sospenguinqueen @charizznorizz @2pagenumb @mxdi0 @cwiphswmwasohmm @tremendousstarlighttragedy @lnspipedrm @itseightbeats @tinycoffeeroom @woozarts @personwhoisther @a-beaverhausen @love-simon @annabellelee @ravisinghs-wife @chezmardybum @greantii @weekendlusting @monserelates @sapphiccloud @halleest @deamus-liv @gigigreens @morenofilm @laneyspaulding19 @lanireadss @dear-fifi @moldyshorts1997 @oliviarodrigostan13 @eugene-emt-roe @ilivbullyingjeongin @im-a-ghost666
#f1 x female reader#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#formula 1#f1#f1 smut#f1 x you#formula one#f1 imagine#f1 smau#lando norris x y/n#lando norris#lando x reader#lando norris fanfic#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#racew1nn3rs#racew1nn3rs: fake it till you make it
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
a hundred sunsets (sjy)
pairing: jake x afab!reader
synopsis: Using a dating app in order to find a lover rarely worked properly to you, which was the reason you never planned to do so. But bumping into someone so charming as you texted your possible future love interest wasnât on your plans either.Â
my's note: hello!!! it's not only my first time writing in english but also my first time using tumblr to post a story iâm honestly kinda nervoussjdjdjs. a few things I want to say before anything: those are fictional characters, also i know almost nothing when it comes to other countryâs educational systems sooo iâm sorry if something is off, and mostly important: enjoy!!!Â
i wasn't planning to write this much but i think i got a little carried away lol
warnings: quick mention of alcohol (all characters are of age!), slow burn kinda?, at least one âkmsâ joke srry, strangers to friends to lovers, pet names (sweetheart, pretty, sugar, etc..), lot of language, jake is downnn baddd, thereâs a slightly jay x y/n moment (they go on a date lol) but not too much dw!!!, reader blushing/turning red! eventual smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) - jake is kinda a sub, oral sex (both), unprotected sex (donât do it!!!), j. cums inside (consensual), overstimulation (m), slight dacryphilia. enhaâs jay, sunghoon and heeseung + lesserafimâs yunjin and chaewon as side characters. LMK IF I FORGOT SOMETHING.
wc: 22k
NOT PROOFREAD.
EXTRA (epilogue kinda?)
As comfortable as your couch was and even though you very much loved watching âPitch Perfectâ, that wasn't the fun weekend you had planned, actually you didn't plan anything at all. But there you were, licking your fingertips in order to clean up the salt flakes of the chips you devoured during the last minutes.
It wasn't like you really cared about what your lifestyle was turning into during the few months that passed by, opting to stay at home doing your little things here and there, taking a fair break from the crazy parties at suspicious places alongside a lame try to hang out with very random people...Â
The initial excuse of "I'll focus more on my studies" was holding a bit, however you couldn't help but feel bored at your choices at this point.Â
You sighed, opening the message app on your phone and re-reading the last texts you received in your friend group.
Jinnie đ: my sweet little y/n iâve been here watching you ROT down in your apartment and iâm tired!!! sure you donât wanna party anymore or wtv BUT FOR GODâS SAKE i love you but truth be said YOU NEED TO GET LAID!!!! download the app pleeeeasseeee itâs not like youâre gonna match with a weirdo (i guess Chaebae đ: Worst case scenario you just call me and I go to rescue you with my very muscly arms Best case scenario you win a good fuck !
You laughed again at the texts, picturing Chaewon with her baby face and a very packed body. Would she be able to really punch someone on the face in order to protect you? For sure she would. And she didn't even need muscly arms or whatever.Â
Being friends for God knows how long you thought about trusting them. They wouldnât try to mislead you, right?Â
You always had little to no interest in dating apps. The few times you tried you constantly felt like you were practically selling yourself as some product with specific traits, where the buyer doesn't have enough chance to get to know more parts of you before anything, chasing for the next step so eagerly.
Although your heart beats fast for people you just met seemingly outwardly interesting, the real feeling of wanting to be with them, to go out on dates, to trust enough to let parts of yourself to be shown comfortably needs time and usually grows slowly.
You never really dated anyone in order to fulfill momentary desires, your own body wouldn't let it happen as you lose interest as soon as you feel too pressured by the other part or when the connection wasnât clicking right.
Chaewon and Yunjin were different though. They had the free spirit to just hit that one night stand and be happy about it. You were happy about it, loving to listen to their crazy dates and nights out, sharing the most terrific stories about it while drinking some wine on your balcony.
Nevertheless, you were kinda desperate. Your last relationship ended one year ago, the one you rooted for a very long time â two years and five months, to be exact, until one day you caught him cheating on you with one of his "best friends that you donât have to worry, baby". Very much clichĂ© but also a big trauma in your life, leading you to this very moment of neediness but not enough courage to trust someone again.
Since then you have been hooking up once and a while with random people you met at parties, but never felt right or enough especially because you tried so hard to either not get attached â and with that lose the brief sexual interest â or on the very other side of the hand, to build up some kind of relationship.
Every single one turning into a big failure.Â
Sighing again, your fingers typed on the screen keyboard.
You: Can you send me the name again? Chaebae đ: OH??? YUNJIN Jinnie đ: I KNOW [LFS] hope you enjoy!! hihi You: What's with the acronym lol Chaebae đ: "Love at First Sight" You: Oh god And you rly think itâs a good idea? Chaebae đ: ..yeah? Jinnie đ: a great idea actually! You chuckled. What could go wrong?
Everything went wrong.
Not every single thing, but a bunch for sure.Â
You didnât know if your taste was too specific or if overall men were just that boring. You had good features, your pics werenât that bad either and your personality⊠Liking video games, some astronomical stuff, movies and dogs couldnât be a big red flag, right?Â
But every match got you thinking âwhat happened to the old âhi, how are you?ââ. Maybe because of those exact traits you put on display made the weird nerds attracted to you as a potential match, thinking their fantasies would be fulfilled by you.Â
Of course you understand people on those kinds of apps sometimes have very clear goals setted, but how frustrating is it to try to have a good conversation and the least creepy answer be âis it weird that i want you sucking me while i play league of legends? lmaoâ?
No matter how defeated you were feeling you werenât one to give up. And that leads to this very moment as you type fast on your phone with your current attempt.Â
Park Jongseong, or just Jay, was hot. Like, very hot. And his talking wasnât going to weird places so far, which at this point was a big win. He was funny and somewhat endearing, sharing avidaly about his travels and his music interests with so much passion that you started to rethink your own life choices thus far â was the ongoing college degree a good choice? Should you give up everything and start to live as an artist?Â
Lost in your train of thoughts about maybe having found somebody worthy of your time as you walked down the hallway heading to your next lecture of the day, you didnât expect to hit your face straight into someoneâs chest. A very strong and hard chest by the way, you thought briefly, scented with some woody essence that got straight into your senses. The sweet voice of the owner wasnât expected either.
âOh shit, Iâm so sorry!â, the boy uttered with a worried tone looking down at you trying to see if he had hurt you in some way. You almost didnât catch his thick accent. âAre you okay?â he questioned softly, still concerned. You blinked a few times before coming back to reality, looking up confused at his face and answering hurriedly with slightly widened eyes.
âIâm the one who should be sorry! God, Iâm so stupid, I should be more careful,â you started to blather as you lost yourself in that pretty face you just hit into. The whole combo was breathtaking. Plump glossy red lips and puppy eyes full of worry; the silky brown hair was just as normal as any other brown hair but what the fuck was that face? âI was looking down at my phone and I didnât see yââ, you were interrupted by the honeyed voice again âI mean, I was also using my phone and didnât see you either,â he chuckled. âYouâre fine, sweetheart.â
Your eyes widened even more at the same time as a smirk decorated his beautiful lips. You donât know what got you more flustered, the pet name or the double meaning of that simple phrase. You could feel your cheeks burning hard and your first instinct was to look down to the floor and wonder if hiding yourself beneath the tile was a good option.
âWell, sorry again,â he said and you forced yourself to swallow down the saliva that got stuck on your throat and to look up again, facing now a cute small and shy smile that made your heart beat fast. Too fast. âSee ya!â and just like that he went his own way, not even waiting for your response.
You were sure someone had glued the sole of your shoes on the ground while you two had that small and awkward talk, because thereâs no way your legs stopped working properly just because of him.
You looked over your shoulder in order to see his back going away but it was already too late, since he wasnât around anymore. You thought to yourself he was certainly a new student, because you would have noticed him sooner. How could you not?
His chocolate eyes and sweet voice were the only things on your mind as you picked up your phone to text back Jay, trembling a bit from the encounter still.
You: of course we can see each other this friday!! :)Â
You tried your best to fully focus on your upcoming assignments, but your library time has reduced quite a bit and even in your house your attention was wandering constantly. For the last three days you walked around your whole campus trying so hard to bump into that good-looking visage one more time, going back and forth that hallway hoping to see that guy.
Describing his appearance to Chaewon and Yunjin didnât help a bit, especially because everything you could remember was his sweet voice, his silky brown hair and his very beautiful smile. Just like any other guy.Â
But he wasnât.Â
He looked smooth, confident and whatever other compliment you could build to him â like, you never really met him to know more than just the appearance, and his looks exuded that so you just guessed. The fucking âsweetheartâ coming from his mouth sounded too good for your own heart. And that was everything you got from him. Not even a glimpse of something else like what classes he got or anything like that.
âI donât know, Iâm starting to worry you are seeing ghosts or making people up, girlâ, Yunjin said as her hands unwrapped her sandwich right before she took a big bite.
âIâm not!â you whined with a pout. âI swear to god he exists. I need him to exist. Heâs too fine,â you whispered the last part, even though they both heard you.
âThis is definitely something someone who is starting to see things would say, yâknow that, right?â Chaewon said with a laugh, making you chuckle a bit because, well, itâs true. How does one prove a person exists given that no one but you saw him?
The campus was big enough for you not to see him ever again, however after the quick encounter you noticed he walked towards the end of the hallway, to classes that only someone with an area of study similar to yours would go to.
âThis is frustrating,â you stated, looking at the people wandering around still hoping to see him. Your lunch already forgotten in front of you.
âDonât you have a date in like a few hours?â Chaewon questioned with a raised eyebrow. âShouldnât we be worrying about you and that hot Jay guy instead of you and the we-donât-even-know-if-he-exists guy?â
âSheâs right, baby,â Yunjin added. âJay looks adorable. You should focus on him.â
You nodded defeated, sighing and forcing yourself to re-read your texts with the said guy. âYouâre rightâ, you smiled a bit.
Jay: Looking forward to our date tonight! <3
You: yeah, me too :)Â
And just like that the afternoon has arrived and you got yourself in a dilemma of clothing and accessories and shoes and makeup and even between your perfumes! Everything seemed terrible together, nothing was right, no cloth piece looked good enough to match Jayâs insane visuals and taste in style. Through his photos you noticed the way he fashioned himself, wearing fancy brands with a generous constancy, looking too good for yourself.
You were on the verge of crying when Yunjin called you, as if she felt in her guts you needed her.
âHey,â you answered the call, quickly accepting the change to a video call and propping your phone on your desk. âHow we doinâ, baby?â She asked curiously with a big excited smile. âWhy arenât you ready yet?â You noticed she had makeup on and was doing her hair while talking to you.
âNot doing well, JinnieâŠâ you pouted, looking at the mess around you. You were dealing with a lot of emotions at the same time and felt so lost. âI donât know what to wear,â you said sincerely. âI feel like nothing I have here is enough to match Jayâs.â
In your defense, itâs been a long time since you ever went on a date, especially a dinner date and with someone so elegant like Jay.
You werenât expecting Yunjin almost screaming at you. âDonât you dare to say anything like that ever again!â You startled. âY/N, you will look good in any clothing you decide to wear, because you are hot. Not your clothes or accessories or anything. They just complement your own beauty!â
While Chaewon normally was the one who would speak up for the whole group in terms of defending her girls, Yunjin worked on the other part of bringing the mood and the self esteem up. And both of them always did a great job.
âYou are so fucking right, Yunjin,â she smiled proudly after you spoke, continuing her job on doing her hair.
You looked around one more time, getting out of the frame just to change yourself in a simple black dress long enough to cover half of your tights and the exact amount of tightness that hugged your curves with close perfection. âThoughts?â You appeared again in front of the camera after a few minutes of trying some accessories.
âSexy. And pretty. You are so getting laid tonight!â You chuckled. âI think Iâm not the only one, though?â You wiggled your eyebrows playfully and she just giggled, before saying a quick goodbye and ending the call.
Just like you, she had things to get done.Â
Putting on some lip gloss as a final touch, you were ready. And just in time as you felt your phone vibrating inside your purse with Jay's text.
Jay: Iâm here :) You: Coming!
The big car greeting the door of your building was expected at some point, nonetheless your shocking expression was hardly disguised with a nervous smile. As Jay stepped out of his car, you quickly analyzed his outfit and had to take a breath because his white button up shirt with the sophisticated black trousers was getting yourself out of orbit. You felt a little dizzy when his hand positioned on your waist as he leaned to greet you with a little kiss on the cheek and a pretty smile.
He opened the door for you and when you both had settled down on the car seat, he said âYou look great, Y/Nâ. With his help, you put on the seatbelt and thanked with a kind smile. "You look good yourself too, Jay."
The drive to the restaurant was quite normal, a few words being exchanged here and there, the conversation was pretty ordinary. You were a pile of nerves and you had to almost physically stop yourself from moving your legs up and down due to the feeling of anxiety. Itâs not like Jay was making you uncomfortable, but you didnât felt too comfortable either. The whole fancy type of thing was getting you too hesitant for a first date. You were more like a cafe date girly, stargazing at some open air park or maybe a picnic. Now you were blaming yourself for not letting that out beforehand.
Jay parked the car at the parking lot. âWeâre hereâ, his voice broke you out of your mind and when you glanced up at the restaurant you felt like dying inside.
Too fancy.
âItâs⊠amazing,â was everything that slipped out your mouth as you got out of the car with Jayâs help. âIâm glad you liked it, princess.â
The pet name didnât get you the much you hoped it would, actually it made you think about the fucking hallway guy and his smooth âsweetheartâ saying, sending shivers down your spine.
When both of you reached the table reserved under the name Park Jongseong and you looked through the menu, you knew you were fucked up. With no shame, though, you asked âCould you order for me? I know little to no ingredients on this paper.â
Jay let a small breathy laugh and nodded ordering for both of you. He picked a wine impressively saying the name and the year and whatever other things wines have in its description trying to impress you. However, your focus was on the view that you finally noticed on your right side that faced a big window. The night sky was impressive and the moon was shining prettily.Â
âEnjoying the view?â he asked after sipping a bit of his wine. âYeah, itâs incredible. I love the moon, actually Iââ you didnât had the chance to even start on your probably long talk about how much interested you are in the moon, being cutted of by Jay.
âDid you know that once I almost had the chance to go to the moon?â Your head snapped so fast towards his direction that you thought you would break your neck. âWhat?â The discredited and doubtful expression adorning your face was so clear still you were not afraid of showing it off.
With that, you discovered a not so good part of Jay: his somewhat annoying and exaggerated personality of trying to impress you with exorbitant things, too different from the texts you guys had exchanged. You had no interest knowing that his first birthday present was diamonds or that his dad bought him a car even before he turned eighteen. Let alone that he traveled to every single place you said during the conversation.
The way he would blurt out interrupting you in order to say "It's so amazing there! You would love the beaches and the museums, and the..." so it goes, every single time was really angering you.
Feeling left out in a duo talk was a new experience to you. How could someone be so full of himself and act like his life is the only one that matters? His gentlemanly aura was falling down very fast.
âYou donât seem to be enjoying our date,â he pointed with elegance when you went full quiet, looking directly at you. You sipped a bit of the wine that actually tasted too bad for your palate, noticing how half of your food was left out on your plate. You forced yourself to eat as much as you could handle, but the aftertaste of that food was worse than the taste itself.Â
âOh, now you noticed me,â you artificially smiled.
âWhat do you mean by that?â he asked, a bit offended. You got nervous, but didnât let that get on you. âI mean that for the past two hours all you talk about is yourself. At first I was like âokay, this is how we know each other!â, but since then I havenât had the chance to talk about anything related to myself, like my likings or whatever,â you vented, having to take a deep breath and drink some more wine afterwards.Â
âIâm sorry, but I donât get it,â Jay seemed honestly confused.
âAre you stupid?â the question slipped your tongue a bit too fast for your own thinking. You widened your eyes and covered your mouth with your hand. âIâm sorry IââÂ
âI donât think Iâm stupid, but I really donât get it. Itâs my first date in a while and I donât really remember having to listen to the girls at allâŠâ
Squinting, you questioned genuinely, âWhat do you mean? Like, the girls you took out on dates just⊠listened to you bragging about diamonds and travels?â He kinda mimicked your expression and replied as if it was obvious â...YeahâŠâÂ
After you blinked a few times you recomposed yourself and drank the whole wine on your glass at one go wishing you could just get drunk enough to forget that night. Jay watched you with a fazed expression as you got up from your chair. âIâm sure youâll find someone that likes you the way you are. But with all due respect, to me, you kinda⊠Yâknow. So Iâm leaving.â You pointed with your thumb to your back, not even knowing if the exit was that way. âIt was⊠an experience, I think.â You forced a smile. âDo I have to pay for something?âÂ
âNo, donât worry about that,â he was quick in his response, feeling a bit ashamed and soon adding âBut I can get you home, you just have to wait for me to pââ
âNah, Iâm fine. Iâll call a cab or whatever,â you interrupted him as soon as you could, not wanting to spend any more second with him. Being in a closed space with him for more than a few seconds would be too embarrassing.Â
âY/N, come on. Itâs the least I can do for you. You donât have to walk alone at night, it can be dangerous.â You sighed, tapping his shoulder softly when you got closer to him. âJay, itâs fine. It was not meant to be,â you tried to sound certain but what left your mouth was a mix of sneering with a doubtful tone. When he said nothing more, you left.
You were free. And also hungry. And a bit tipsy.
Maybe it was not the best idea to walk alone at that time of the night, but somehow you managed to feel better outside than with Jay. He was great, but definitely not for you.
You questioned yourself if calling Yunjin or Chaewon or maybe both could be a good idea, but knowing them they would show up in no time and try to beat the crap out of Jay and you werenât in the mood to witness a murder. Actually all you needed was food. And maybe a cozy place. Nevertheless you typed on your phone just to update your girls.
You: Date went down the hole Guyâs kinda suck ngl Chaebae đ: WDYM ARE YOU OKAYÂ DO YOU NEED ME TO GET THAT BASTARD OR WHAT WHAT DID HE DO WHERE ARE YOU Jinnie đ: iâm very much drunk rn but tell me his address and i'll kick his ass and get you home or are you home already?
You laughed at the quick replies you received and typed some reassurance to them while continuing your walking process. Your goal at that point was to find a convenience store where you could get some lamen and perhaps a soda.
While you wrote down your last message walking slowly not to trip, you bumped into someone, face straight to their chest.
Firm and cunning hands held you by the waist since you lost balance because of your heels, preventing you from falling. Before you could even say anything, that fucking woody essence went directly through your senses and it was as if history was reescribing itself, like a gift from fate. This time, you were fully in his arms.
You looked up. âIâm soâ Oh, you again?â He showed his charming smile. Because of the proximity you noticed how the corner of his lips were a bit curvy. So attractive and for what?Â
Just like the last time, you blinked twice before realizing what really was happening, feet fixed on the ground. âIâm starting to consider that you like bumping into my chest, sweetheart,â he said with a grin, his mentoled breath hitting straight on your face.
Thank god his hands still held your waist, otherwise you would definitely fall. Your baffled expression had him chuckling a bit. âDid I hurt you?â he asked with care, looking directly at your eyes. His pretty chocolate eyes were hidden behind black specs this time.
You kept gazing stupidly at him like he was a distinct specie, an alien or something, not being able to say a word. Your throat was dry, you were sure you had lost the ability of talking. âHave you forgotten how to talk, pretty one?â He sniggered and bold but gently placed a strand of your hair behind your ear with his free hand. You shivered and almost leaned into the touch. âI remember you having such an endearing voice,â and just like that you finally let your body respond and blushed, taking a deep breath while starting to move away from him âIâm sorry, I didnât see yoââ
âCut that off, sweetheart," he let you go, making sure you were stable on your feet. You missed the warmth of his body on yours right away. Also you took your time to appreciate his clothing. The deep red shirt with white stripes covered with a black jacket looked too good on him. "Iâm worried our encounters will keep happening like this. You might end up getting hurt for real,â the concerned tone did not go unnoticed, even mixed with the teasing-flirtatious one.
Your eyes wandered his face quickly before you let out a chuckle and diverted your attention away. You decided to ignore the buzzing sound of your phone as you put it inside your purse. âThat wouldnât be fun, would it?â, you said.
âDefinitely not,â you looked back at him, caughting the shining eyes staring at you already like all he had down his sight was you. âA beautiful face like yours cannot be hurt, am I right?â And again there was that too attractive sly smile adorning his lips. You decided to smile back but shyly yet unable to hold the visual contact for more than a few seconds, cheeks still reddened.Â
âI donât know you enough to say that but you seem a bit⊠offâ, he was now looking at you with his gleaming puppy eyes, head slightly tilted to the side. âYeah, I might be a little bit tipsy.â
Normally you would be mad at the fact the small amount of wine was hitting that hard, blaming your weakness towards alcohol for making you feel kinda dizzy and too bold for your own good â you internally debated if that dizzines came from the alcohol or from other sources, like the very good looking man standing in front of you.
Still you thanked the fearless feeling running through your veins at that very moment, otherwise where would you find enough courage to say what you said next?
âAre you down to get some lamen at some random convenience store with me?â, you had no idea what your words could mean to him and honestly werenât expecting much, but as soon as his face lit up like you told him he won a good amount of money, you felt victorious. âIs this your way of flirting? Because if it is, itâs working on me.âÂ
âThatâs good to know, nameless boyâ, you scoffed with a seductively undertone, the little smirk on your lips and your now boldness to maintain eye contact making him laugh as a failed attempt to hide his flustered self. The next moment you both were greeting each other with a quick handshake after he offered his hand to you. âIâm Jakeâ.
The hallway boy finally got a name, and not only that, you were now sure of his existence.
Sitting on a bench at the little shop you managed to find, the angry ownerâs expression facing you two was as clear as crystal water and got you thinking if you were being too loud. Without caring much you just let it be, since being with Jake apparently meant you will be noisy eventually. It was not necessarily his fault, the both of you just shared too many common interests that made it difficult not to get overly excited during the conversation.Â
It all began with just a normal âno way you like this flavor!â â with a very strong Australian accent from his side â and since then the flow went smoothly. His company had been greatly enjoyable so far and you let yourself be more and more comfortable about sharing some self information.
For example at some point you discovered he was a physics student, and with that you instantly shared about your love for the moon â also the lack of acknowledgement about it. You explained that you were affectionate to the moon because of its beauty, shining brightly in the sky even when behind heavy clouds. Looking at it always made you feel somehow free, especially when some breeze hits your body simultaneously.Â
Jake carefully listened to you with fond eyes and after you finished, he started to explain a bit of theory to you, sounding too smart. He looked very attractive saying words you didnât even know the meaning behind and you noticed you were paying way too much attention to the way his charming lips were moving as he did so.Â
And just like that you traveled around many subjects. You being more emotional and Jake more rational, respectfully giving each other the chance to speak, constantly but easily finding ways to match oneâs energy. You finally felt heard that night. And one of the topics being, of course, the whole date situation.
âOk, so what youâre telling me is that this Jay guy told you about his whole financial status, which I admit makes me kinda envious, and you still managed to end up here with me at some very random convenience store eating cheap lamen?â, he shook off the empty package of said lamen, staring at you with an amusement look.
âYep,â you nodded, slurping the last bite of your food. âAnd also I called him stupid.âÂ
âAt his face,â he completed the very important piece of information, finishing his food as well. Jake licking his lips to clean it up didnât go unnoticed by you. âI swear if I was Jay I would be crying right now,â he stated as a fact and you groaned.
âDonât make me feel bad for him, please,â you uttered with a whine and he laughed at you, his eyes turning into little crescents as he did so. âI swear he was nice and prolly had good intentions, but yâknowâŠâ you left unfinished, but Jake concluded for you. âHe bragged about diamonds hoping you would fall for him or something.â
You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head before drinking the last sip of your soda, âyeah, definitely not my type.â
Jake decided to restrain the urge of asking what your type would be, a little afraid he was off league. âWell, at least you got on a date with me,â he sneered. You chuckled.Â
âI knew I would hit my pretty face directly on your so toned chest when I walked out that date,â you said sarcastically and then added âthatâs why I decided to go in the first place.â
You were feeling way better now, belly full of good food that really pleased your taste buds and not drunk anymore, although you still let the boldness command your words through the talking once and while. You found out that behind Jakeâs flirtatious and teasing way of speaking to you, there was also a very sheepish boy that would get flustered from time to time, like right now. He laughed off and drank the rest of his soda in order to run away from your very sharp but playful eyes.
Jake was so entertained by you. The way you expressed yourself so cheerfully and vibrantly. Whenever some topic of your liking was on the track your eyes would instantly get an almost childish sparkle as your hands motioned in a very exciting way and your detailed explanations would be voiced out.
Also he discovered you were a lot more confident than he thought you could be. He would be lying if he said he wasnât liking this side of yours, audaciously flirting with him whenever you got the chance to do so, without holding back your bold responses. The feeling of the top of his ears burning knowing they were very much red was starting to become common for him. He did not had to know that you not only noticed his reactions, but was loving every minute.
Despite that, he tried to keep his cool.
âWhat are you up to after here, sugar?â, Jake asked forcing a nonchalantly tone while playing with the rings adorning his fingers, and yet again you were forced to remember the fucking cute pet names that got you flushed everytime he dared to say them. You looked away for a bit before answering.
âI donât know, maybe go home⊠Watch some videos until I fall asleepâ, you shrugged. Early on that day you werenât expecting to find yourself in a situation like that, actually the whole program was to get âdicked downâ â as Chaewon worded. However, you weren't disappointed either with how the evening turned out to be.
âCome on, Y/N,â your name went out too smoothly on Jakeâs plumpy lips, his honeyed voice never failing to make you flutter slightly. Still you tried to keep your composure. âItâs friday and youâre wearing such a beautiful dress to what? To go home, watch videos and sleep?â He mocked the last part and you chuckled before lazily smiling in his direction, fully facing him. You recognized the tiredness starting to consume your body slowly which did not go unnoticed by Jake. Your tinted cheeks from the compliment also did not go unnoticed by him.
âAnd what would you recommend me to do, Jakey?â
âJakey?â He raised an eyebrow, liking the way you pronounced the nickname a bit too much, thinking it was definitely something he could grow used to.
You just kept smiling, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You perceived how close on the seat you both were as if a magnet pulled you two together through that night, your bare shoulder slightly brushing against his clothed one from time to time.
âTo be honest I just wanted an excuse to point out how gorgeous you are in this dress,â he licked his bottom lip as a habit while you didnât even have the chance to properly receive the compliment, Jake being too smooth with it. âI donât have any good recommendations, but if youâre down we cââ
The sound of your phone ringing interrupted Jakeâs possible plans, making both of you startle. You saw Yunjinâs name on the screen and wondered whether to answer or not.
âArenât you gonna pick up?â Jake asked with curiosity.Â
âActually, yes I will,â you remembered you left your friends hanging on your texts and have been unintentionally ignoring them, so it was only fair to give a quick update just to make them sure you are still alive.Â
âHi babyâ, you picked up the call with a smile, hearing a very drunk Yunjin on the other side. âNo, Iâm not home yetâ, Jake watched as you talked on your phone with a neutral expression. He himself feeling a bit worried with the usage of nicknames and with your cute tone towards the person.
He knew you just went out on a date, assuming that you were at least looking to have some fun, however that fact should not be enough to stop you from being unavailable. Jake thought that a pretty girl like you probably already had a love interest in line.
âDonât worry, Jinnie. You donât have to come pick me upâ, you glanced over at Jake who was now paying too much attention to the table in front of him, lost in his own mind and also trying to give you some privacy. You grinned, âIâm not alone.â Jake accidentally heard a very loud âWHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUâRE NOT ALONE?â through your phone and had to hold back a laugh. âIâm with⊠Someone,â you kept your eyes on him as you spoke to Yunjin, grabbing his attention when you indirectly mentioned his presence. âIâll talk to you later, yeah?â and then you ended the call with a âLove you, bye.â
âI didnât mean to hear it, but Iâm intriguedâŠâ you knew where Jake was going with that, so you just kept your smile. ââSomeoneâ, huh?â He said with a smirk, clearly messing with you.Â
You turned your head to someplace else because no matter how bold you can be sometimes, the following line that you let out made you hesitate a bit beforehand.
âWell, in my defense I donât plan to introduce you to my friends through my phone, let alone as a mere guy I just met,â although you tried to keep your cheekily tone, it was obvious how shy you were feeling, gazing briefly at Jakeâs direction as you said.
Jake hadnât noticed until now that he was holding his breath a little, relievedly letting it out as he watched your pretty face and expressions. Regardless, the whole phrase made his head spin, replacing previous thoughts with new, more intense ones, all at once. What do you mean by that?
âThen how are you planning to introduce me?â he boldly questioned leaning towards you a little in order to find a way to look you in the eye again, finding adorable your demeanor right now breaking every little eye contact way too quickly.Â
You giggled.
Jake thought he had just found his favorite sound in the world.
âWeâll see, Jakey.âÂ
Jake rode you home.
He noticed how lazy your hooded eyes started to look and decided to end the âdateâ instead of taking you to somewhere else, which you particularly found endearing. The bar was low, you admitted to yourself, but a cute guy being considerate for your entertainment other than just leading you anywhere else for his own amusement made your heart flutter.Â
However, the moment he offered to take you home you immediately refused, emphasizing that he didn't need to worry and that you would not let him waste gas for nothing. The reply he gave was a not so subtle âI donât careâ, alongside with âIâll not let you freeze outside waiting for a cab and I donât trust you enough to let you borrow my jacket for tonight,â making you laugh at his little mischievous tone, especially because as soon as you both were in his car he put his black jacket on your shoulders.
âI thought you donât trust me enough to have it?â You referred to the jacket, feeling too inebriated by its smell.Â
âThere's a big difference between leaving it to you alone without knowing if you'll ever hand me back and letting you have it under my watch, sweetheart.â His smug face looked too charming as he spoke and the damn sweetheart again got to you with ease. You chuckled while watching the street lights passing by.Â
The ride was calmer than you expected. The radio played on some random station working as a beautiful background to the soft words exchanged between you two. You noticed Jakeâs attractive side profile as he focused on the road rambling some physics thing in a very excited way. Your body felt too tired to keep any thoughts on track, leading you to just listen to his sweet voice embracing you mildly until you both arrived in front of your apartment building.
Of course he didnât let you open the door and also helped you to get out. The touch of his warm hand under yours sended a shiver down your spine.Â
âThank you for the ride, Jake,â you said with a gentle smile.
âMy pleasure, sugar,â your cheeks reddened hard as you started to take off his jacket. âYou donât have to,â he shook his hand in front of him, refusing to get the clothing piece back. You looked at him with a stunned-confused expression, lips parted a bit. Before you could even protest he interrupted you. âI need an excuse to see you again, right?â And send you a wink.
As if he said just a normal thing, he confidently got back to his car, letting behind a very flustered you.Â
Little did you know how shaky his hands rested on the wheel as he drove off, looking forward to meeting you again.
Of course you had to spend your whole weekend waiting for Monday to come â a peculiar behavior you admitted to yourself. But neither you nor Jake got each other's phone number so all you could do was to wait and hope for the best. You didnât even know if you would meet him again at the campus because you searched for him nonstop the last few days and never got the chance to do so, making you regret even more about not getting any information about where to find him.
His jacket rested on your desk chair as you deeply stared at the little stars adorning your bedroom ceiling. Stars that remembered how shiny Jakeâs eyes looked when he started to talk about Theory of relativity or anything like that. You also remember paying just enough attention to understand and to keep the talking flow, focusing more on the way his lips moved as doing so.
You groaned, rolling on your bed sheets. How long a weekend can be? You were acting like a teenager for having a crush on a stranger! You knew little to no things about Jake. You knew his age â one year older than you, you knew his majoring and you also found out the reason behind him being at your campus block â he had to deliver some paperwork to a friend of his. But other than some common interests and his music taste, that was it.Â
Was him a good person? He showed you a good personality for sure, to the point your heart sank with the idea of losing all that excitement to see him again just because heâs good looking and has a great talk. Still you kept questioning yourself. What if he was the player type? Just hitting for one night stand and thatâs it?
Monday morning arrived but you did not had enough time to develop any more thoughts when you got to the university. As soon as you reached it, Chaewon and Yunjin flooded you with a very long investigation about what the hell happened that friday.
Talking in person was always an option for the three of you, the feeling of looking eye to eye and reading each other's expressions was more interesting than having to guess it over a phone or video call. Normally you three would pick a place to go and have a little "friends date" and talk about the stuff that happened for hours. However this time you choose to use the excuse you were busy studying, having too many assignments left behind which neither of them bought it from you.
âSo Jay sucks?â Chaewon asked. âI donât like putting it like that,â you murmured. âBut yeah, we just didnât hit it off, yâknow?â You just shrugged.
You three were walking towards the class you shared that morning, not caring much about being a little late.Â
âBaby, youâre too nice,â Yunjin hugged you sideways and smiled at you. âYou can say a man is stupid.â
âActually I did,â you smiled mischievously and they both looked at you with shocked expressions. âNot my proudest moment, but I said it to his face. Unintentionally, I swear!â Â
Chaewon and Yunjin broke down the shocked expressions to laugh out loud with the idea of you calling your failed date a stupid right to his face.
 âAnd whatâs with the jacket?â Yunjin questioned when you stopped to grab your things from your locker.
She knew every clothing piece you had as if it was hers because of your constant need for help in terms of putting together what you like, and even though the jacket looked good on you, definitely wasn't part of your wardrobe.Â
âItâs Jakeâs, Iâm planning to send it back to him today.âÂ
They already knew about Jake, but not too much. You shared a little through texts not wanting to fill too much of their expectations. Knowing your two best friends, they would go crazy if you detailed your night out.
They both exchanged glances before Chaewon spoke âIf he really exists.â
You rolled your eyes playfully, picking up all you needed from your locker before answering. âHe does. And heâs⊠pretty nice.â You tried your best not to sound too whipped at that time, especially because you were still worrying if he would be loyal to his words or if the whole talk about meeting you again was just a big bluff.Â
But apparently one thing about Jake itâs that he can counter you with ease. As if you summoned his presence, the honeyed voice that you didnât realize until now you missed hearing, said from behind you.Â
âHey, pretty one.â your head snapped to the direction faster than you would like to admit, meeting the beautiful plump lips turned into a little smile. He looked you up and down, checking on you. âI donât think Iâll need the jacket back. You look better on it anyway.â His eyes were locked at you, and only you. You had to remind yourself to breathe, because, God Jake was so hot.Â
That day he opted to wear just a normal white shirt with dark jeans and black shoes. At first he thought about really getting his jacket back, because you didnât know that but that jacket was his favorite. But as soon as he put his eyes on you and noticed how cute you looked with his clothing piece seeming too big like an oversized one, he gave up.
âH-hi,â you damned yourself for stuttering, being fully aware that your friends looked as astonished as you at that moment, but for different reasons. You started to get the jacket off your body by saying âOf course I have to give it bacââ, he shushed you with his index finger before you could finish and your eyes widened, making you stop all your movements.
âDonât worry, I meant it when I say you look good on it,â you gulped as you nodded speechless. âHere,â he handed you a little paper and your shaky hands took it, you saw numbers written. âItâs my number, you can text me whenever, yeah?â He licked his lips suddenly feeling nervous.
Apparently being around you was an easy break of his flirtatious self. However, he forced himself on this one and said âI gotta go now, Iâm kinda late,â he ruffled your hair gently before leaning close to whispering on your left ear, lips lightly touching your skin âSee you around, sugar.â
You immediately choked on your own saliva, your cheeks burning like hell, fully unable to say a word. âAnd bye to you both as well!â Jake referred to the girls as he started to run down the corridor to his own campus building.Â
âBye!â both Yunjin and Chaewon said in unison. You had to blink twice before realizing what just happened. âGirl!!!â Yunjin screamed and you noticed Chaewon covering her mouth as well. âWhat the fuck?!?!âÂ
âIââ you tried saying anything but you couldnât, not only because of your own brain turning into mush, but because your friends were way too hyped and interrupted you.Â
âThe way he looked at you?â
âTHE PET NAMES!!!â
ââPretty oneâ!? He so down bad, what the actual fuck?â
âAnd heâs cute as hell!!!â
You were overwhelmed with all of that, walking just because the two girls were forcing you to move forward while keeping squealing about Jake's actions.Â
âI know that nose can do wonders,â Yunjin said cheekily as soon as you sat in your class seats and you immediately turned to look at her with a terrified expression.
âHuh Yunjin!!!â, you smacked her shoulder with wide eyes and she just laughed together with Chaewon.Â
As your ordinary Monday normally would go, you were now sitting under a tree reading the latest book your teacher assigned for an assignment. You always loved to take a break from the library and to literally touch some grass, using your free time to catch up with all the paperwork you needed.
A shadow approached you, blocking the sunlight and catching your attention. You didnât expect to see Jake hovering over you. With a raised eyebrow, you asked. âAre you following me?â
âNo, I just missed you.â He ironized, taking a seat near you and looking at your book. âYouâre such a nerd,â he mimicked your position, so his head was also resting on the tree behind you two but he was facing you. Too close.Â
You nervously gulped before saying, âYeah, cuz Iâm the one who likes to show myself off to a girl talking about Theory of relativity and other physical termsâ, you sounded too sarcastic and instantly felt bad. âIâm not complaining, by the way,â you whispered looking away, part of you hoping for him not to hear but due to the proximity he obviously heard. And smiled.
Jake was afraid you could hear his heartbeats at that moment. Your side profile enchanted him in ways he could not describe. Your shy little smile got him thinking if it would be too weird to take a picture to have it with him forever.
He looked away, enjoying the silence.
âItâs very calm over here,â he said in a deep low voice, resting his chin on his knee. You took advantage of him not facing you anymore and watched him as he watched other people wander around, almost forgetting to say something back.
âYeah, I like it here because itâs always calm like this,â he looked back at you when you talked. You forced yourself to keep eye contact for as long as you could, trying your best to ignore your burning cheeks.Â
Jake looked away. You noticed he was flustered too.Â
âAnd what about you, Jakey?â The little nickname spilling out your mouth like sugar, he almost melted. âIsnât your campus like a few blocks from here?â
He chuckled, âYeah, but Iâve got like an hour to spare before my next class.â You hummed. âSo I decided to come over and thought I could maybe bump into you again,â he slyly smiled at you. You laughed at the term he used.Â
âBut I can go away if you want me to, sweetheart.â
You instantly shook off your head and almost grabbed his arm as if trying to stop him from getting up. âYou can stay.â
âOkay.â
And he did.Â
There was a brief silence moment before you plucked up the courage to ask. âWhatâs with the pet names?â
âYou donât like them?â
The worried puppy eyes he gave you almost broke your heart. âItâs not that⊠Itâs just, y'knowâŠâ, you shrugged, trying to find the right way to put it. âDo you use them with everyone?â
You needed to know. You noticed Jake shuffling on his seat a bit, as if he was uncomfortable. And well, he wasn't fully comfortable either. There was no good explanation to why he called you all of that, and no, he didnât use pet names with no other people but you. He dated two other girls before and of course called them cute pet names while being with them, but now you were the only one on his mind since the first encounter and he could not help it.
Jake was a believer of âlove at first sightâ, however he understood the necessity of getting to know the other person if he wanted to build something with them and never really got carried away with the primary delusional feeling.
With you he was kinda different. He let his flirtatious side shine way more easily than he would normally do. When he noticed how cute the girl who bumped on his chest that day was, he just let it all out. Little did you know that his first instinct of flirting with you was due to his nervousness.Â
Now he would be down to a one night stand type of thing if you wanted to, but didnât sound right to do so. You looked too precious to him. He wanted to be close to you and get to know every single piece of you before anything. He wanted to know your likings, interests and overall personality.
He could let himself fall in love with you.
Immersed in his own thoughts, he didnât even realize he had become quiet and left you hanging kinda in a compromised position.
âYou know what? Forget it,â you shook it off, feeling embarrassed. It wasn't like he owes you any explanation about his life or what he does with it. If he decided to play with your feelings, then you should know your position of not falling for it. âTell me something very nerdy about your area,â you asked brightly. âIâve got a few minutes still.â
You noticed how bold you became around Jake. Apparently that's how it worked between you two.Â
He would be the one starting the whole thing, making you get too flustered for your own good with the cute names and shameless flirting, until he breaks out the character for a few seconds, enough for you to be the audacious one and make him blush.
At some point you started to get used to Jakeâs presence in your everyday life. Both of you would constantly reach for the other during free time just to hang out, and sometimes to grab some food together. Yet you never let him get too close, fearing that you would let yourself get too attached to the feeling. You made it a rule not to fall for him and youâve been holding on so far, even with Jake making it way too difficult.Â
Jake was sweet, caring and not afraid to express his feelings when he needed to. Not only that but he also would remember little details about you, like your favorite coffee order or the fact that you can only listen to the first half of a song because you think the rest sucks â Jake always skips it when playing on his car radio.Â
He got along with your friends easily as heâs a well spoken person as well, and even introduced you to his own friends. You met Heeseung and Sunghoon, the last one being a classmate of Jake while Heeseung studied music, both older than you. You found out that Heeseung was the said friend who made Jake wander around your campus causing the whole bumping-into-each-other situation and it became an inside joke among all of you.
Jake made it normal to ask you out from time to time within the excuse that both of you were overwhelmed with the university duties and deserved to see the outside world.
So after todayâs classes you walked down the parking lot after receiving a text from him saying he would take you to a place â he refused to tell you where you were going.Â
He was already waiting for you, being too attractive as he leaned against his car while looking at something on his phone. Your heart started to pump fast in your chest, making you take a few deep breaths beforehand.Â
âHey,â you greeted when you got closer and he glanced over at you, immediately opening a big smile and embracing you in a hug.
âHi, gorgeous,â you took your sweet time to feel the warmth of his body and perfume. âReady to go?âÂ
You moved back from the hug and watched as he opened the door car for you.
âMhm, but you got me extra curious, so Iâm having high expectations,â you tried to exaggerate in your words in order to get a little hint, but of course Jake was already getting immune to your tricks at this point so he just laughed.
âIâm sure youâll like it, sweetheart.â
You settled yourself in his car, feeling way too comfortable with the amount of time you already spended there with him as you threw your bag on the backseats and chose the song for the trip.Â
Jake dared you to show him your favorite songs every time you two drove together, but you wanted to get to know his music taste as well so you two decided to alternate who chose the songs for that day. And it was your turn.
âParamore for today, huh?â He pointed out with a small smile.
âYeah, you donât like it?âÂ
âI love it.â
One of the reasons your heart beat fast when around Jake was the freedom to be yourself and just do whatever you wanted to do, without even noticing you caused the same to him with your charming behavior. Every time he stopped at a red light he would look at you bobbing your head and lip syncing to the lyrics excitedly while doing a little dance.Â
He tried his best to not show how dearing he was looking at you, but you caught the cute brown eyes facing your side from time to time and the only reaction from both of you was to look away and blush.Â
As the conversation flowed, he shared a bit of his day to you, telling about how stressed he has been because of his study partner being a pain in his ass, and the only hint of where you were going he let out was âAnd because of that, I need to de-stress and thatâs why we goinâ where we goinââ.Â
You pouted and forced the best puppy eye you could while looking at his direction. He almost broke out. âYouâre mean. You donât make a girl curious like that.â
âDonât worry, we are almost there.â
You gave up trying to figure out where you were going and hoped for the best. You knew that with Jake nothing could be bad, because his presence alone was enough.Â
Jake felt similar to you, not admitting out loud that just the fact that you were with him already reduced a lot of his stress. You may not know that but everyday he was eagerly waiting for the moment you both would meet during the day, and when you couldn't find time to do so, he was thrilled to receive a simple text from you.
Your presence was enough to make him happy.
It didn't take longer than a few songs for you to arrive at the place you instantly recognized as a beach.
âA beach?â You sounded excited, but also a bit confused. You donât think you have clothes to enter the water and the sun was already starting to set, so you didnât get much of his idea at first.
Jake parked the car and as usual, he opened the door for you. âYep. I know itâs kinda late for a swim or anything like that, but it wasnât planning to do anyways,â he helped you to get out.
Normally he would let your hand go as soon as you felt stable on your feet after leaving the car, but that day he decided to hold your hand as he gently pulled you in the direction he wanted to take you.
You said nothing. How could you? The slender fingers holding yours had broken you down. The air felt thick in your airways as you walked alongside him, heart beating louder and louder while you watched the beautiful view of the sun finding its way down the horizon. The cold breeze hit your face and brought so much peace to your inner self. You could live forever like that.
Jake suddenly stopped walking and since you were a bit behind him, you bumped slightly at his back, hands still together. You looked over his shoulder and gasped. The place you two were now had a better view of the sunsetting and the waves calmly hitting the rocks sounded way too heavenly.
You blinked slowly, reluctantly letting Jake hand go as you walked a bit forward. Behind you, he watched as your hair flew due the breeze.
"It's so pretty..." you uttered under your breath, mesmerized by the look of the orange and pinkish colored sky. You felt like crying.Â
He took a few steps and glanced at your serene expression.Â
While you enjoyed the view, Jake enjoyed you.
"Yeah, very pretty."
You had no clue of how fast Jakeâs heart was beating right now. He was hypnotized by you, a sudden urge to kiss you building up his mind right away.Â
âI now understand why you come here to de-stressâ, you said after a while, the sound of your sweet voice bringing him back to reality. He had literally lost himself on you at that very moment.Â
You lazily smiled, feeling extra calm and glanced at Jake, who was already looking at you with soft eyes.
âThank you, Jakey,â you hugged him sincerely. âFor bringing me here and for being here with me. I needed that.â
Jake sighed, hugging you tightly. At this point there was no way he could hide the thump-thump in his chest, and honestly? He stopped caring if you noticed or not.Â
He stopped caring if you noticed he was â not so slowly â falling for you.Â
It was a stressful week for you, not only were you on your period but also dealing with a bunch of deadlines. You considered throwing yourself in front of a bus when you realized how left behind you were in your assignments. Your finals getting closer and closer didnât help either.
For good and long days you almost locked yourself at the library in order to catch up with everything, because even with the help of some friends that shared the classes with you you were barely holding on.
Jake would appear out of nowhere and give you a cup of warm coffee, some muffins and a little kiss on your forehead before heading out and letting you do your thing.
âI just wanna make sure youâre eating well, princess,â he would say every time. And no matter how lovingly his actions would be, you couldn't allow yourself to feel them because of your anxiety of failure.
And yes, ever since you asked about the nicknames and stuff he started to use them more often than your heart could handle, especially after he discovered that you liked them, even if you didn't admit it out loud.
Friday arrived. You wished you could get excited about going out to the little party Jake said Heeseung would be throwing that evening, but you needed a good night of sleep and your whole body was aching due to your period. You just wanted to sink on your bed sheets after taking a hot shower.
One thing that became normal in your life was getting a ride with Jake some days of the week, unfortunately he didnât have any classes on fridays so you just had to walk your way home. You took your sweet time to feel the cold autumn breeze hit you on the face hoping it would take away all your stress. The buzzling sound of your phone caught your attention as you saw Jakeâs text on its display.
Jakey đ¶:  Hey there princess Itâs been three days since I last saw you and Iâm ngl, I kinda miss your pretty face lol I hope youâre doing well I left you a little smth at your apartment. At the door, ofc Donât freak out, I didnât stole your keys or broke into your house or smth Please, donât stress yourself too much <3 And dw, Iâm not mad youâre not going to the party Have a good rest, pretty girl. AND PLEASE donât forget to eat!!!!
You almost cried reading all of that and blamed your hormones for being a mess of feelings.Â
You: Hi Jakey!! Kinda miss you too you left something to me? iâm kinda scared Iâm dealing with cramps rn so Iâm not so fine, but Iâll eventually, dw! And yeah, Iâll make sure to eat and rest well enjoy your night, pretty boy <3
You noticed you felt much braver through texts than in person, but this was the first time you were the one using a nickname so you were shaking a bit.
Jakey đ¶: AJDKSSJDJS SORRy I Yeah, uhm No need to be scared, princess, Iâm sure youâll like it Cramps? Take on some medicine, please!! Do u want me to come over? Are u home yet?
He sounded so desperate and nervous that genuinely made you laugh out loud. But with a simple text back saying âno, you go enjoy your night out and Iâll enjoy my bedâ you finished the conversation as you finally arrived home.Â
Near your apartmentâs doormat, there was a pretty bouquet of daisies alongside a little box of chocolates. You noticed a little hand note inside the bouquet.Â
âI remember you saying you like these flowers and everyday I pass by a flower shop and always think about buying it for you, so today I finally did. Thereâs chocolate too. Hope you like it.
Have a good rest, princess.
Jakeâ
You took a deep breath in order to hold back the tears trying to escape. Not falling for Jake was a difficult rule to follow, and you didnât know if you wanted to keep doing it anymore.
âSo what you're telling me is that Jake left his house on a fucking Sunday morning and brought you ice cream because you... were feeling too lazy to go buy it yourself?â
âWhen you put it like thatâŠâÂ
Chaewon, Yunjin and you were sitting at one of the furthest tables in the cafeteria that you usually went to when the three of you wanted to gossip or just meet to catch things up. It was a late afternoon on a Tuesday and you barely had time to see them in the last few days, mainly because you had missed a few classes to finish reading other teachers' required books.
âThe real question is: why arenât both of you dating already?âÂ
Yunjin was flabbergasted by what you were describing about Jake. Thereâs no way that guy wasnât in love with you at this point. She didn't understand what was taking you so long to ask him out already, especially because she noticed that Jake was kinda holding himself back.
âYeah! He follows you like a little puppy and looks at you like you are a goddess or something!â Chaewon added. âI mean, you are a goddess, but to get someone to look at you like that?!â
âGirl, you gotta bag him ASAP!â Yunjin playfully pushed your shoulder, but you weren't feeling that happy about all of it.
You sighed. âBut what if Iâm just a fun little game to him?â
âWhat?!â It was funny the way both of them said in unison, but instead of laughing you just continued with a sad voice tone.
âYâknow, heâs been flirting with me since the very beginning. I donât know. Part of me believes his words and actions, they seem genuine. But the other part is way too afraid of trusting too much,â a single tear ran down your cheek as you frowned. âI donât want to be hurt again.â You whispered as you looked down.Â
âBaby,â Yunjin, who was sitting next to you, hugged you sideways and planted a sweet little kiss on top of your head. âWe know youâve been through a lot of shit because of your stupid ex, but I donât think Jakeâs like that.â
Chaewon, who was in front of you, took your hand in hers as she spoke. âYeah, and you know, If he tries something or if he dares to break your heart, youâll always have me to make his life a living hell.â
You smiled through the tears running down all over your face. With a reassuring look, Yunjin asked.Â
âGive it a try, yeah?â
Jake knew what he was getting himself into. He would be fine if you put him in the friendship side, but the thought of having you to himself pleased him way too much. The idea of other guys touching you the ways he wanted to, knowing that none of them would treat you right, consumed his mind as much as the vision of your pretty smile.Â
The urge of getting physically closer to you was itching him incessantly.Â
Ever since he discovered that he was in fact falling in love with you, he became unable to get you out of his head. It was like a kind of mantra that chanted your name every time he saw something that reminded him of you, and almost everything reminded him of you.
He didn't had the courage to ask you out on a proper date so far, because even though the both of you had developed an incredibly nice friendship, he was too afraid that he was seeing beyond reality because of his delusional self, and more than that he was scared as hell of losing you.Â
You probably only thought of him as a friend who you could playfully flirt with, he would say to himself. At the same time, the way he sometimes caught you looking at him seemed much more loving than it should.
There seemed to be more love than friendship in that relationship of yours.Â
He was also having to deal with the hard job of avoiding kissing you. Recently he found himself getting lost on your lips too often. A dangerous play. Still he kept you as close as he could, hugging you or having at least one of his arms around your shoulder or waist in order to fulfill a bit of his neediness.Â
Thinking about you and only you, he sighed, finishing his business at his locker, finally reaching the book he was looking for and placing it in his backpack.Â
"Ok, quick question", Jake almost screamed at your sudden appearance when he closed the metal door, widening his eyes and dramatically putting a hand on his chest. You laughed.Â
"Firstly, what are you doing here?â He said after catching his breath. âSecondly, why do you like to scare me so much?", he kinda whined and you laughed.
"I just wanted to know if your name is really Jake or if it's a nickname", you smiled innocently. Jake on the other side of the hand didn't buy your "pure" expression, glancing at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Why would you run all the way through here just to ask about my full name, which Iâm pretty sure you already know?" He wasn't buying any of that.
"Because I wanna manifest you in my life," you answered like it was obvious and you both began to walk side by side. You were going to be very late to your class but your professor has to understand that sometimes you have more important things to do other than attend classes.
"I thought I was already in your life...?" Jake was trully confused.
"Yeah, but I kinda wanna you in my life more than just what you are right now.â
"What are you talking about, Y/N?" Saying your name was an indicator that either he was serious or very confused, either way you didn't care much so you just carried on with your talking.Â
âGo on a date with me.â He stopped walking and so did you. Jake looked at you, blinking without saying a word. "On a date, you know,â you motioned with your hands, losing a bit of the courage you had to build up to do all of that. âWe go to someplace, grab some food, wait for the night to fall down and boom, stargazing while we talk about our amazing theories of life or whatever.â
Jake gulped, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Normally he would be the one programming the whole thing and just saying you are both heading to somewhere, but to have you asking like that⊠If he understood it right, you were asking him to go on a real date.
"Sounds like something we already do." He let out a breathy and nervous laugh, still trying to thoroughly understand what you were saying, looking if there was some kind of joke hidden behind your eyes.Â
You looked extra attractive today, as if you dressed yourself up just for this moment. Just for him. He noticed you were wearing his jacket as well.
"It pretty much is, but at the end of this one I want to be able to kiss you,â you said in one go. âOn the lips, if it's not clear."
Jake now was more speechless and completely baffled than ever. He was sure he was dreaming. It became normal routine for him to dream of you lately so of course this was all a trick of his own mind trying to compensate for his neediness of you.Â
He was so fucking dreaming.
With the lack of response, you thought you fucked up.Â
âI-Iâm sorry, Iââ, you started as you felt your confidence running away from you immediately. âJust forget about what I just said, I should not have said anything to begin with. Iâm so sorry, ok?â You noticed your hands trembling. Due to your nervousness, everything you had on the back of your mind just went out. âI don't know what I was thinking when I decided to come here and try to take our relationship to a next level or something. But it's been so hard to be around you without wanting you even closer,â you whined. âAnd I finally got the courage to ask you out on a proper date, but you clearly don't see us like that so forget about it. Iâm sorââ
No one. Not a single soul could prepare you to be silenced by Jakeâs lips on yours. His hand automatically grabbed your waist as yours went to rest on his chest.
Kissing in the middle of the university hallway wasnât the ideal way of tasting each other's for the first time so Jake decided to not take too long on holding the contact, breaking it to say âIâm sorry, I needed you to shut up.â His lips brushed on yours as he spoke. You blinked twice and breathed heavily, feeling the touch of his warm hand on your skin as he cupped one of your cheeks. You looked for his brown honeyed orbs, catching them exchanging glances between your lips and your eyes.Â
 âWe can go out on a date,â he brushed his thumb softly on your bottom lip. âThe one where we go to some place, grab some food, do whatever you want and I can properly kiss you.â
Jake was fighting demons not to kiss you again. He was absolutely certain he would go crazy, just a little taste of you and he already felt like he was starving, his body totally dependent and reactive because of you.Â
âOkay,â your voice was barely a whisper and you had to use all your strength to stop yourself from leaning in to feel his touch again. Instead, you reluctantly pulled away, immediately missing all of his touches; you felt your skin tingle in every place he had touched you. Still his hand rested on your waist, unable to let you go. âI gotta go,â you noticed how his eyes wandered all over your face, like he was taking a picture with it in order to save it from the rest of the day.
You smiled, hesitantly sliding your hands away from his chest.Â
âAlright, sweetheart,â before you could let him go, he grabbed one of your hands and planted a gentle kiss at the back of it. âIâll text you later then?â
âIâm looking forward to it.â
You had to hold a scream when you heard your doorbell ringing. Chaewon and Yunjin who were in a shared video call squealed for you.
They looked more excited than yourself and you really appreciated the effort they took to help you out even with their busy schedule for the day, deciding to call you not only because they knew you would be nervous as fuck but also because Yunjin was willing to help you with your outfit choice.
You ended up wearing something cute, but cozy and warm: a matching pair of a top and long loose skirt, patterned with a black background and some stars and moons, a black boot and as a final touch: Jakeâs big jacket. You also did a little hairstyle with two small braids at the front and the rest of your hair loose.Â
Yunjin noticed how confident you were in choosing the clothing and even doing your hair, showing that you didnât need much of her help â which normally she would dramatically react to, but today she just felt proud and happy for you.
Jake made you comfortable enough to be yourself whenever you were with him.
And you were going on a date with him.
A fucking proper date.
You said a quick âgoodbyeâ to your girls who replied with a very high pitched âgood luck!â and then hung up, walking towards the door and needing to take a few deep breaths before opening it.
As you did, you greeted a very smiley â and hot â Jake.
He was glowing.Â
Not only was his face glowing but he seemed overall confident. He was wearing a reddish flannel jacket that covered an oversized black shirt together with his everyday silver necklace, jeans and black boots. A perfect combo, especially to you who loved to see a man in red â you once told him about this preference of yours and was questioning if he did it on purpose.
The silky brown strands fell perfectly in place again when Jake ran his hand through it and licked his lips after shamelessly checking you out.
âHi bâ Oh my god, you look stunning.â
Early the day through your texts you decided to go simple but special on the planning due lack of time. The whole idea was kinda in a hurry, but after getting to taste a little of how it is to kiss Jake, you needed the action of kissing him to become an everyday routine as soon as possible, so the initial plan â the date will be happening on a chill day for both of you, mostly likely Friday â was replaced by a very eagerly âOk, Iâm taking you to a placeâ said by you.
âAnd you look hot,â the wording flew out your mouth faster than you expected and instantly your eyes went wide.
Jake smirked as he leaned into the door frame. âAppreciate it, baby.â
Baby.
You were so fucked up. Thereâs no way your heart could handle this the whole night.Â
Jake noticed the way you just blinked at him without saying a word and he just knew you were absorbing the whole situation before becoming confident over him. It was the way you worked and he loved that.Â
So he decided to take his sweet time and take a bit of advantage over your flustered self as he walked closer to you. âI brought what you asked,â he sounded a bit too sexy saying such simple words and little did you know that he deepened his voice a bit just for fun.
Due to the closeness, Jake scented your perfume and swore he was getting drunk, too intoxicated by your sweet smell.
You looked at the bag he lifted and nodded, fully in a trance. You forced yourself to snap out of it as you reminded yourself you have a fucking date and finally spoke âOh, right. Iâll go pick up what Iâve prepared for us!â You walked towards the kitchen. âDo you want anything? Water maybe?â
âJust you.â
You choked on your own saliva as your cheeks started to burn. You foolishly thought that at least Jake wasnât aware of your reaction, but as soon as you got back from the kitchen after picking up the picnic basket with the sandwiches you made, you realized he was very much aware and messing with you with the flirting as usual. You could see in his eyes a strange mix of false innocence and mischievousness. And of course, in that little game of yours you would always win.
âWell, you already have me,â you winked at him as you pulled yourself together and now was time for Jake to lose his composure, blushing. âLet's go?â
âY-yeah.â
You gave him an address and he drove you both to the place, fully trusting you. You wanted to surprise Jake since he was usually the one who surprised you, but you hadn't gotten your driver's license yet so you needed him to do the driving in order to achieve your goal. That's why you decided to give him an address a little further away from your final destination, so both of you could walk there without him suspecting anything.
Jake was feeling like a happy puppy, very excited about what was going to happen tonight.
He was curious about your plans, especially after you asked for a picnic blanket and some beverages â âa night picnic?â he asked as you two texted. He remembers you just replying with âlol donât fool yourselfâ.
He didnât know what to expect about the place really, and not only that, he couldnât stand the urge to kiss you properly. God, he was so in need of you it hurted. Having you next to him, your scent all over him, your sweet and lively presence, and not being able to touch you was driving him insane.
âI donât wanna you to get high on expectations, Jakey,â you said softly after a while with a concerned voice. Jake had stopped at a red light and the silence wasnât awkward, but it was undeniable that you were worried about the outcome of that night.Â
What if Jake doesnât like what youâve prepared? What if he thinks youâre too dumb and leaves you? What if he doesnât really wanna be with you?Â
âIâll like whatever youâve planned, sweetheart,â just like Jake was reading how anxious was your mind, he uttered. âYou are my company for tonight. Thatâs all I need,â he reassured you, holding your hand and resting it on your thigh.Â
You glanced over at him to see his lips turned into such a gorgeous smile you almost cried. Jake was perfect.
âOkay,â you brought his hand to your lips and planted a small kiss. You tried to let it go after, but he refused.
Jake drove the rest of the way holding you, only letting it go when needed, but catching it again as soon as he could.
The warmth and softness of his touch took all the worry out of your head in a minute, and just like you arrived. Jake parked where you told him to do so and opened the car door and helped you to get out as usual. This time though he intertwined your fingers as he let you guide him through the way.Â
âDonât we need to bring the things?âÂ
âNah, we have something to do before,â you tried to sound enigmatic, forcing an expression which made Jake laugh, totally endeared by you.
âOoh, so mysterious.â
You both walked for a bit rambling about the surroundings. It was kinda in the middle of nowhere, with nothing much around and plenty of open space. Jake noticed there was a big building and before he could say a thing, you began to explain.
âSo I know we both like astronomical stuff, right?â He nodded, looking at you. So pretty. âMay I say you especially in a very nerdy way,â you softly pushed his shoulder with yours and he playfully rolled his shining eyes while failing to hold back a smile, full of adoration for you. âI thought about this when I realized I wanted to be more than just friends with you,â you stopped walking to completely face him, holding both of his hands. âBehind you at this exact moment thereâs a stellar observatory,â you stopped him from turning around wanting to finish your speech first. âApparently fate had worked through this, since today they donât normally open to everyone. Only for reservations or something like that.â
You finally let Jake turn around and take a proper look at the place. You watched as his eyes began to shine even brighter, it looked like he was about to cry. You also noticed how his hand tightened around yours, as if he was nonverbally thanking you.
Jake was genuinely flabbergasted. How the fuck did he managed to find someone that amazing?Â
âIâm not gonna ask how you managed to get a reservation here,â he joked.
You raised an eyebrow. âWhat do you mean by that?â He just laughed it off. âWell, I kinda didnât,â you suddenly felt small, even tried to restrain your hand from his but he refused to let you go.
You ran away from his intense gazing, not wanting to see the disappointment on it as you kept talking âWeâre not going into the observatory. Weâre gonna use the telescopes they have open for use down here,â you explained. âSince today itâs a reservation only or whatever day, we get to use it freely. Itâs definitely not the same thing, but Iâm sure it can be cool.â you forced a smile still afraid to look at Jakeâs direction. âI tried to book it for us I swear I did, but it was too expensive,â you uttered apologetically and again you were rambling due to your nervousness.
Jake not saying a thing helped nothing either. Little did you know he was as speechless as amazed with your witty self for figuring out a way of making that night special in such a short amount of time. He knew how hard it is to come up with ideas like that and to make it work. And you did it. Flawlessly.Â
He was so falling in love with you.
â...Iâm so sorry if I raised your expectations too high. I wanted to do something nice since youâre always doing nice things to me, you deserve bettââÂ
Jake once more interrupted your nonsense speech by pressing his lips on yours and you instantly melted in his arms, your hands moving up to find comfort on his shoulders as his own went down your back until they rested on your waist, squeezing lightly.Â
You moved your head to the side wishing to deepen the kiss, the whole fantasy of waiting for the special moment to finally kiss him was already blown apart as both of your bodies searched for the otherâs.Â
Your heart was beating fast and all your senses were heightened and sensitive, as if Jake had awakened a new sensation in you. A genuine sense of desperation for closeness. You needed more. Like reading your mind, Jakeâs tongue touched your bottom lip at the same time your fingers scratched the back of his head, getting lost through his soft strands as you pulled him closer.
Jake touched you with care, he was kissing you so tenderly yet you could still feel his hunger for you. You werenât different either. One of his hands came up to hold your face to help with the movement of your heads. You quickly found a pace, like two puzzle pieces being a perfect fit.
Neither of you wanted to part away, feeling too addicted to the contact. So whenever one broke down to breathe the other would reach over and start again, until your lips were a little bit sore. You pulled away unwilling, leaving little pecks on his plump lips as he did the same on yours.
Jake was unable to hold back his smile and didnât even tried to, too happy about finally kissing you. âWe have a little problem, baby,â he whispered as his dazzling eyes wandered all over your features. You looked even more stunning under the moonlight. âWhat?â You quietly asked back. âI donât think I can or want to stop kissing you.â
You giggled, feeling shy under his intense but gentle gaze. He was adoring you and you could feel every piece of it.
âYou donât have to stop.â
And just like that you kissed again. And again. And again.Â
You felt like a drug to Jake, so addictive, so intense, so you. He had the impression that all his problems would be solved instantly if you just kissed him. He decided that from now on at the end of a stressful day, he would search for your touch and your touch only.
âBut I kinda want you to stop for a bit, so we can go see the stars,â Jake chuckled when you broke the kiss to say.Â
âYou love stars, donât you, pretty girl?â He gave you a final cute little smooch while hugging you tightly.Â
âYeah.â
And even though you had observed dozens of stars that night, none of them shone brighter than your eyes together.Â
You were dating.Â
Actually there was no big difference from what you and Jake acted before, other than the fact that everyday that he went to pick you up to the university, you got to kiss him, which made you two develop the routine of waking a bit early just to get enough moments together.Â
Also you started to feel comfortable to call him cute names, your favorite being pretty boy, very effectively when you wanted to fluster Jake and see him giggling.
The dynamic was similar, but way better.
When you told your friends about the night, they literally screamed. Of course you kept as a secret how romantic it was to lay down under the moon and starlight with Jake as you cuddled and shared kisses. But everything about Jake sounded dreamy.Â
He was so cute and you were not so slowly falling in love. He would leave you at your classes everyday and kiss you good luck. Due to his recent research project his time was getting tighter, nevertheless he would squeeze his whole schedule just to see you for a minute or two. And of course, to steal a kiss from you.Â
Most of your lunch time was with him, either when you had time to grab some food and eat in peace or when some of you two were in a hurry. On days like that, you normally would find him in the library, leaving him some snacks, water and a sweet kiss. He would do something similar to you.Â
Gradually your relationship was growing stronger, however you still hadnât done anything on the bed yet other than kiss and sleep together. You werenât complaining! You loved to kiss Jake and to feel his warm body embracing yours.
He was very respectful towards you and you really appreciated that. He would initiate the kisses sessions most of the time, but rarely deepen it waiting for you to do it. His hands would never go further down your hips, even when you tried to force him to do it by putting it on your ass he relocated them back up.
But you were a woman after all. A woman with desires and needs. Strong desires and needs.
Even though you had a long-term relationship, it was only after the breakup that you discovered that your ex didn't give you any pleasure â or gave you anything at all. Your previous relationship was a mess, to be honest. Talking to people and listening to their experiences made you realize how shitty you were being treated back then â in every aspect!
You knew how to please yourself and most of the time was enough. However, itâs been a while since you last had sex and you could live without it normally, but there was Jake, all over you.
His smell, his pretty face, his touches, his lips, his fucking nose and his slender fingers⊠The way his veiny hands would hold the steering wheel drove you insane. You needed him.
It was a cold Saturday and you were watching him play your video game. Yeah, apparently Jake liked your video game more than you â this was you being dramatic every single time he stopped to pay all of his attention to you and decided to play something, but as soon as he starts to celebrate for defeating a boss, you just smile and forget about the drama.
Today was a bit different though. Normally you would pay attention to either the screen or to his pretty face and reactions, loving how expressive he was, always thinking Jake was a sculpture or something. But on this very specific day you paid more attention to his hand movements.Â
The way his grip was strong on the controller and how his fingers moved on it was making you mad. He was biting his lip more than usual as well in order to concentrate and, God, you could feel your panties get wet just by watching him like that.Â
Part of you felt like a perverted.Â
At some point he groaned. Apparently something bad happened to him on the game, but you didnât gave a fuck. The sound he left woken a strong feeling inside you.
âWhy is this so difficult?â Jake asked frustrated, throwing the controller away on the couch in defeat and looking at you.
He wasn't expecting to meet your intense gaze on him, eyes darkened as your tongue traveled through your lips to wet it.Â
His confused puppy eyes and parted lips were your last straw.Â
You straddled over his lap, hungrily kissing him. You almost instantly sucked his bottom lip, looking for a more intense contact. You could feel he was a bit confused, hesitantly resting his big hands on your hips, not knowing what to do.
When you bite his lip you heard a whimper and that alone made you grunt against Jakeâs mouth in response, pulling him even closer. You pulled a few strands of his hair and again he let out a sound for you, feeling him getting hard beneath your body.
Before you could continue doing your job, he said in an urge, his breath heavy. âI gotta go.â
You shook off your head whispering âNo,â and pulled him again to keep making out with him, lewd kissing sounds filling the room, a total mess happening in your living room.
The feeling of his hardened bulge hitting directly on your covered wet cunt was making you rub yourself against it, hoping to get more friction. At this exact moment Jake forced you to move away from him, gripping your hips to stop your movements.Â
âI really gotta go, I have some uni stuff to do,â he was breathless. You noticed how his eyes were different from ever, face red and skin hot. You blinked a few times as you just watched him put you back on the couch and stand up, trying to cover his obvious boner with his oversized jacket. He gave you a little kiss on the cheek and said goodbye to you before rushing out of your apartment.Â
You had to satisfy yourself alone that night. And after that, you cried.
You started to question yourself.Â
Yeah, Jake looked at you like you were the only one in his life. But was it enough? Does he find you attractive? Or better: does he find you desirable? Sexy? Hot? Sensual?
Since that day Jake started to run away from your more passionate touches like he was running from death.Â
At first you thought he could be a virgin, and no problem with that. You would let him feel comfortable enough with you to try to do something more, however you knew he had other relationships and werenât inexperienced either.Â
Actually you even went to Sunghoon and Heeseung to ask them about it, to which they answered that Jake may be âboyfriend materialâ and only have intimate moments with people he somehow trusts, but he definitely wasn't inexperienced in that field.
So doubting yourself was your only option. You could also ask directly why he never did more than just kisses with you, but that option needed more courage from you than you had.Â
âWhatâs with the frown, baby?â Yunjin asked you one day as you both decided to lunch together. You were giving excuses to Jake during the whole day in order not to talk to him, saying you were too busy and that maybe today you wouldnât be able to meet him.
You sighed, playing with the food on your plate. âI donât think Jake likes me.â
âWhat? Thereâs no way. He almost licks the floor you walk on. What did he do?â She was ready to throw hands.
âThe real problem itâs the opposite. He donât do it.â
âDo what, baby?â
âWeâve been dating for weeks and we haven't had sex yet. Iâm almost crawling on my bedroom walls.â
âWow,â Yunjin was shocked, eyes widened. For the way you two acted together, she thought that every single room of your house was blessed already. âWell, have you asked him why? Because thatâs pretty much a âheâ problem as it seems.â
âIâm afraid,â you stated sincerely.Â
âOf what, baby?â
âOf him saying something I donât wanna hear. I donât wanna lose him, Jinnie,â you uttered with sorrow.Â
âY/N, my pretty baby, remember we are talking about Jake. The man who woke up in the middle of the night and went to your house to kill a cockroach because you called him. The man who has a photo of you in his wallet. The man who had literally skipped classes just to spend some time with you because apparently he canât live without you,â you started sobbing. âHe likes you very much, Y/N. And he has shown to be someone who listens to you with adoration. Anything you say or ask him he would do his best to listen and talk about it, you yourself said that to me once when we were ranking green flags, remember?â You nodded.Â
It was the truth. He was Jake. The man who demonstrates so much affection in every action.Â
âIâll talk to him. Thank you, Jinnie.â
âYou donât need to thank me, sweetie.â She kissed the top of your head. âYou know Iâm always here for you and just want you to be happy. You deserve it.â
You decided to talk to Jake on the next day. You weren't planning to âarrange a sex meeting with himâ or anything similar, but to talk about it. So you invited him over that day, knowing he would be completely free because it was a Friday. You did a test early that day and were free as well.
Since he was going to your apartment quite often you gave him a key to make things easier for both of you, so when you heard the front door opening as you drank some water your heart started to beat fast in advance.
His scent followed all the way through your house directly to you. You felt his arms hugging you from behind and for a few seconds you let yourself get lost in his warmth. âHey, gorgeous. How are you?â He whispered close to your ear, kissing your neck. You turned around to face him. âYou look sad. What happened? Are you ok?â He flooded you with questions as his eyes worriedly wandered over your face. You just pecked him quickly before taking his hand on yours and leading him to the couch.Â
Jake felt his heart sinking.
He maybe was going crazy, but he felt that you had purposely ignored him the day before, constantly finding a rather lame excuse for every solution he gave. He preferred to believe that you were not having a good day and respected your decision. But when you invited him over, it became undeniable how anxious he was feeling.
And the way you welcomed him at that moment made him even more worried, especially when you said the cursed phrase.
âI wanna talk to you about something.â
He swallowed, trying to keep it cool by saying gently âWhat is it, sugar?â as he reached for your hands to mildly squeeze it in reassurance.Â
Even though Jake was quite tense, he would always prioritize you and the fact that you had some difficulty verbalizing what normally was bothering you, so he knew it was consuming you just as much.
âIâ Actually I donât even know how to say it,â you started shyly with a low voice, avoiding Jakeâs gaze. âBut IâmâŠâ
âYâknow you can say anything to me, right?â Jake tried to encourage you as he gently pulled you closer and just like that you moved to sit on his lap, each of your knees on either side of his legs as you trapped him underneath you.
Without saying a thing, you hugged him to hide your face on his neck. Jake wasnât fully aware of what was happening, but he wanted to give you some comfort so his hands caressed your back slowly.
After a while you muffled his skin with your breath while asking âDo you think Iâm unattractive?â
Oh?
Jake had a delayed reaction to your question. âBaby, what?â
You drew apart from him enough to see his confused expression before looking away. âI donât know if you arenât sexually attracted to me or what, but you can always tell me yâknow. Iâm sure we can figure something out,â your voice was almost a whisper due your worried self about confrontations.Â
âBaby, Iâm so confused right now. What are you talking about?â
âIâ Iâd prefer you saying to my face you donât wanna have sex with me instead of pulling me away from you every time we go further with our kisses,â as you finished saying, you felt your cheeks burning.Â
Jake frowned, completely baffled.
Little did you know that Jake lost track of how many times he woke up with a painful boner after dreaming of you. Or how fast he would run away from you after a makeout session with you because of his body response to it.
He would first try to cool down with a shower, but everytime he ended up jerking himself off to get some relief, you being the only one in his mind, always moaning your name when cumming.
But, God, every single time he felt nasty, disgusted with himself. You deserved better. You're like a divinity to him, a beautiful and sweet woman, you needed to be handled with care and love and he was so afraid of hurting you.
The day you told him about your ex and how badly he treated you, especially in the sexual field by not caring about anything but his own pleasure, Jake got mad. Really mad.Â
How could one in their right mind leave you hanging, when your expressions of pleasure alone were enough to drive any man crazy? He could treat you way better.Â
Sometimes Jake would get carried away while kissing you, going down to your neck to trail his lips over there biting and sucking slightly. And when he backed a bit to look at your face, he always met you with closed eyes nibbling your bottom lip, a ridiculously lustful view.Â
Too hard to handle.
He had to almost physically hold himself back every time. He was afraid of scaring you with how much he needed you, with how much he wanted to get lost between your legs, making you scream nothing but his name, with how much he was willing to make you feel good.
And now he got to know that his actions were the ones making you doubt yourself, making you doubt his feelings and needs for you⊠He was feeling so dumb.
âIâ Iâm sorry, Y/N.âÂ
You froze. No nicknames, just your regular name.
âI never wanted to make you feel like this. Iâm really sorry.â
You gulped the guilty feeling down your throat. âItâs okay, Jakey, I get it,â you smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. That meant that Jake didn't want you in that way, right?
You were about to start rambling as usual and before you did so, Jake shut you up with his mouth on yours. You startled before reacting, moving your tongue with his and dipping your fingers into his silky strands, both of your bodies starting to get hotter.
Jake squeezed your ass while pulling you closer. âI want you, Y/N,â he was serious when you drew apart to catch your breath. âI want you so bad, my darling,â he was so desperate, your panties dampening just by how his voice sounded.
âYeah?â You smirked, breathing heavy. âHow bad, Jakey?â You noticed his eyes darkening. âShow me.âÂ
Getting back to work with his mouth in yours, kissing you very messily, Jake impulsed to stand up with you in his arms. You surrounded your legs around him to keep yourself steady as he stumbled a little on the way to your room. You giggled against his lips when he dropped you softly on the mattress and hovered over you, not breaking the kiss for a second.
Jakeâs mouth tasted so sweet and hot on yours, you couldn't help but scratch his back and neck with your fingernails thinking how good he would be doing all that job down your cunt. His dick was getting harder and you could feel it, your mouth watering at the thought of sucking him off. You wanted so bad.
He parted away from your lips just to trail his own plump ones to your neck and collarbone, kissing, sucking and nibbling all the area before finally whispering against your skin, sending chills throughout your body.
âI really wanna eat you out,â Jake sounded determined. âI wanna taste you before anything, sweetheart,â your only reaction was a sigh mixed with a âpleaseâ that you were unsure if he heard.
But Jake was catching all of your sounds, from the quietest little whimpers to the slightly more intense ones, like the one you released when he removed your shirt and bra to work on your tits, his mouth sucking your left one while his hand cupped the other before he switched to do the opposite.
Before he continued to get down on you, you quietly asked him to remove his shirt and as he did, he revealed to you part of his perfect body. By the superficial touches over his clothes and of course the preview bumps, you knew he had a toned chest, but to see it all on display to you⊠You literally moaned at the view.
You promised yourself that later on you would give every bit of that skin the attention it deserved.
You watched him smile shyly before kissing your inner thigh, without breaking eye contact. Jake was absolutely certain he would cum in his pants at any given moment. The mix of your little sounds with the way you were looking at him like you were about to eat him alive triggered a strangely pleasant feeling.Â
âCan I remove these?â He asked between kisses on your skin, pointing to your shorts. You nodded. âAnd these?â He pointed now to your panties and you nodded again, head resting on your pillow. âYes, please. I want you.â
Jake noticed how wet you were through your last clothing piece and he literally had to hold himself back to not just dive right into you. He was getting dizzy by your smell, eyes hooded as he removed the only thing that stopped him from touching you like you deserved.
Jake salivated admiring your pussy, breathing heavily as he swallowed nothing.
At this point you were on the verge of crying due to your desperation and his unnecessary slowness, so you spread your legs even more and pleaded. âPlease Jakey, I really want you,â you whined, grabbing his hair with your hand and forcing it down your cunt. âI donât want you to hold yourself on me, pretty boy.â
And as if you casted a spell, Jake looked at you one more time before burying his face in you.
You gasped.Â
He felt you dripping on his mouth and grunted, collecting some arousal with his tongue to spread all over your area before flicking it on your clit, sometimes sucking just the right amount and sometimes doing big licks. His tongue worked so damn well, you just rolled your hips in order to get more. You were so sensitive and so needy. His grip on each side of your body got stronger as he pulled you closer.
You moaned Jakeâs name when he decided to use one of his fingers together with his mouth, pressing it on your entrance with care, just to familiarize you with the sensation before adding one more. After all, he just wanted you to feel good and not to be hurt.Â
You kept rubbing yourself on his face and now grinding on the two fingers inside you. Jake was doing such an amazing job on you, curling his fingers the moment he needed to like he knew you from inside out, using the tip of his nose to rub your clit as his tongue and mouth worked in the rest.
âYouâre doing such a good job, pretty boy,â you praised between moans and heard Jake groaning between your legs and intensifying his movements, eating you out as his life depended on it.Â
âI wanna you to cum all over my face, princess,â he said, muffled. His skilful fingers moved at a steady pace. âI need that, give it to me, babe, please.â
Your orgasm was already building up inside your core. You felt the familiar sensation growing bigger and bigger until you let it out the loudest moan of the night as your back arched. Jakeâs words and all the combo of his warm mouth and fingers inside you were enough to make you achieve your climax, trembling beneath his touches, grabbing his hair tightly.
Jake drank you like it was his favorite drink, licking every single drop of you with pleasure, his dick now painfully compressed in his boxers. He could get himself off just by eating you out.
He drove you through your high, movements slowing as he felt your grasp on his hair softening and your body less shaky. He kissed your pussy a few times and then crawled over you to kiss you on the lips. You watched your juices decorating his chin, nose and a bit on his cheeks before you felt your own taste in your mouth.Â
Jake's hard, covered bulge rubbed against your bare cunt and you whined, breaking the kiss to down your hands all the way to his cock and to utter âBabe, youâre so hard.â Jake whimpered against your mouth and you flipped over to be on top of him. âLet me help you with that.â
And as you promised yourself, you trailed kisses all the way down his chest, putting your mouth and tongue to work through his soft skin, making him squirm a bit underneath you.Â
You stopped once you got to the waistband of his pants, taking it off with Jakeâs help and removing his boxers as well. You sighed, mouth salivating at the view of his veiny dick right in front of you.
However, you needed to feel him inside you, so you let your other desires for later, starting to move in a way you could sit on him.
âI wanna ride you,â you announced as if it was your only goal in life. âLike, really bad.âÂ
âFuck, babe,â Jake groaned, watching you positioned yourself comfortably on top of him, quickly moving his hands to hold your hips. âGo on. Use me,â he threw his head back to just enjoy the sensation of finally feeling your walls around him, before realizing something was off. âBut waitâ Sugar,â he said with widened eyes, sitting up to hold you before you did anything. âYouâre going in raw?â Jake questioned in disbelief.Â
You blinked at him, confused. âYouâre clean, right?â
âYeah, butââ
âSo am I. And on birth control, donât worry.âÂ
Since you were still wet due your orgasm and because Jakeâs little sounds aroused you enough, you pushed him back to bed, giving him a little peck before holding his dick and placing it on your sensitive area.
Jake knew he wasn't getting out of there alive. There was no way. How would he survive you? God, you were insane. And the way you slowly slid down on his length, using its precum to lubricate, sent him out of orbit in an instant.
He did nothing but open his mouth and moan, eyes rolling back to his head with the amazing feeling of your pussy coating him so tight and warm. He could feel you everywhere. He almost cummed just because of that alone, having to close his eyes tightly in order to concentrate enough to not let it happen.
âOh, fuck,â Jake bit his bottom lip the moment you moved a bit, adjusting yourself. âYou feel so fucking good already, fuck.â
You watched every reaction of his, enjoying it as a show. The frowned face in pure pleasure, the red wet lips, face all flustered and glowing, not to mention the dim light of your room working to make the view even more gorgeous and pleasant.Â
Jake felt you staring and how you stayed still for a while, finding support on his chest with your hands. He opened his eyes to glance at you. You gave him a little smile and he reciprocated, caressing the skin of your body under his touch as he waited for you to feel comfortable enough to move by yourself. Jake watched as you started to move back and forth slowly on his cock, your eyes closing with how good he was filling you up.Â
Although Jake's hands rested on your hips, he didn't force a single movement, letting you find your pace. He admired you for a moment, âyou look so, so pretty right now, baby,â he praised sincerely, watching the way your expressions changed to pure pleasure as you moved faster.
You leaned forward to find his mouth with yours, kissing him, missing those pretty lips of his on yours. Your moans got lost between your mouths as you continued to move faster until you found the pace of your liking, Jake now helping you to keep it going.Â
Lewd sounds of your bodies shocking against each other filled the room, mixed with whimpers as well as the wet kissing sounds.
Jake reached down with one of his hands to rub your clit, and by the way his cock twitched inside of you, you deduced that he was close to cum and didn't want to do it alone.
You drew apart from the kiss to rest your head on the curve of his neck, sucking the skin as well as whimpering against it. The position leaded Jake to have his mouth directly on your ear, and with all the stimulus happening at the same time, his dick hitting your g-spot, his finger rubbing your sensitive nerve and his voice moaning your name in your ear, you started to clench furiously on Jakeâs length.
âWaitââ, you barely heard him saying, too lost in your pleasure already. âWhere do I cââ
âInside,â you answered quickly before he tried to pull off.
âFuck.â Jakeâs head was spinning, he was seeing stars. âBe my girlfriend,â he let it out in one breath.
âWhat?â You asked back under your breath, questioning if you were hearing things due pleasure.
âLet me be your boyfriend,â he said panting. âOfficially. Be my girl, please. Be mine,â he begged with a groan, cumming inside of you.Â
You openly moaned his name, rolling your eyes back as your orgasm also hit you. You thought that alone could answer his question, keeping on the movement to ride you two through your highs, his strong hands gripping you tightly and your whole body shaking.
You stood over Jake's body for a while after you stopped your movements, catching your breath and feeling his liquid leaking from inside of you.Â
He helped you to lay back on the bed, both still panting, both so happy about what just happened. You forced yourself to stand up just enough to kiss him before you said, looking deep into his eyes.Â
âIâm already yours, pretty boy.â
That weekend was intense. Still, you just couldn't get enough of Jake. And he wasn't too different.Â
Now your routine had changed a little more. He was still the sweet and kind Jake, worrying about you, asking about your day, listening to you rambling about random things, and always bringing you food on your busiest days. But it seemed like you had awakened a monster inside him.
Of course you didn't complain, especially because the one who was getting the benefits was you, who wasn't that different either, never getting enough of him.
Whenever Jake was stressed, he would usually take you somewhere to watch the sunset or to stargazing while talking about life and theories and obviously, kissing you.
Now he started eating you out. Almost every time. And sometimes he would mix these two, taking you somewhere beautiful and eating you out inside his car.
Jake had eaten you out in every room of your apartment, saying that him eating you out got him off more anything else, and you actually witnessed him cum untouched a few times, looking so fucking hot while doing it.
Nevertheless you still couldn't had the chance to give him a proper head. Jake would be saying you didn't have to do it, like you felt obligated. Little did he know that you wanted to feel his dick filling up your mouth and his cum going directly down your throat. Oh, you wanted so badly.
At this exact moment, you were sitting on your kitchen counter with your legs spreaded being supported on Jakeâs shoulders as was getting lost between them, diving in your juices, making you cum with his tongue deep inside you. You reached for his hair with your hands, grabbing to bring him up and kiss him fervorous.Â
âTake me to the bedroom,â you demanded with an urge.Â
And how would Jake deny such a sweet request?
The moment you got into your bedroom, you tossed him on the bed. You were hungry for him, and him only.Â
You saw his already hardened cock marking his sweatpants and without giving Jake time to complain, you removed all his clothing pieces â he was already shirtless â and had him naked underneath you.Â
As usual, he thought you would ride him. Out of all the positions youâve tried so far, this was a favorite of his â to look at you while you use him for your own pleasure felt too insanely good, so he got excited in advance. But you decided to surprise him this time, contradicting his expectations as you bend over to be at the same height of his pulsing cock, head pretty close to it.
He panicked.
âWhat are you doing, sweetheart?â He asked and tried to sit, but as soon as he did you pushed him back to the bed.Â
âImma suck you off,â you said like it was obvious. You wrapped your hand around his length and started to pump it.
âYâyou donât have to, princess,â he stuttered, feeling hot under your soft touches. âLet me fuck you, mhm? You deserve to feel good.â He tried to sit again and you pushed him back one more time.
âSucking you off will make me feel good too, Jakey,â you blew a bit of air on his shaft, he shivered. âDonât you get that?â Your hands worked slowly on his dick, moving up and down, smearing the precum out of his slit with your thumb. He bit his lip to hold back a whimper. âOr do you think you're the only one who gets horny by giving pleasure to others?â
You ran your tongue all over his shaft, closing your eyes as you felt the salty precum taste spreading through your mouth, playing a bit with his tip.
Jake kept hiding his sounds from you.
His hands were squeezing the duvet under his body to the point his knuckles started to get white when you gave a little more attention to his head, realizing that this was his sensitive area. You took advantage of that.
Without a warning, you put his whole cock in your mouth in one go, feeling it hitting on your throat.
âMhm,â he tried to contain his grunt, hips thrusting forward slightly and his left hand smacking the bed one time before grabbing the sheets again.
You held your position for a few seconds, making sure to breathe through your nose, before moving back and forth twice. Jake squirmed under you, still quiet.
âWhy are you hiding from me, pretty boy?â You asked with a low voice when you backed off to breathe, hands replacing your mouth as you did so. Jake finally let it out a little whimper and you smiled. âI wanna hear you, baby.â
âIâm sorry,â he said apologetically, once more biting his lip in order to contain himself.Â
The reason behind his choice of behavior under your touches was literally due his fear of scaring you off. He would be a total mess if he let it all go as he really felt. Your hot mouth around his dick sent him to hell and heaven all at once, you didnât had to do much for him to start seeing foggy and being a whimper mess.
Jake felt your lips coating him again and groaned, back slightly arching.
âSo gorgeous, Jakey,â you backed off only to encourage with a smile, jerking him off before going back to suck him. He couldnât hold back his loud moan, eyes rolling when you sucked his sensitive tip. You quivered. You wanted more of him. âKeep on making these pretty noises for me, yeah?â
Although he was afraid of scaring you off, one thing he loved to do was to obey you, to fulfill all of your requests. Whatever you told him to do, he would do it. So when you told him to be vocal, he started to be vocal.Â
Your mouth swallowed all his throbbing cock, his tip going deep in your throat, precum going down on it. Jake threw his head back, open mouthed, spilling all the little noises you loved. âFuck, mhm, thatâs it, babe,â he breathed out between groans and put one of his hands on your head without forcing you down or anything, just resting there.
The way your throat was pressing his sensitive tip as you swallowed around it, God, he was getting stupidly close. Jake dared to look down at you, meeting your strong gaze as you devoured him like a last piece of meal. âFuck, youâre doing so good,â he gasped, rolling his eyes. Jake felt a familiar burning wave all the way through his body. âFuck, Iâmgonnacumâ.Â
You kept your movements steady, lightly scratching his thighs before you felt Jakeâs body start to shake, his moans intensify and his cum hitting down your throat. You swallowed every drop of it before letting his dick with a pop and using your thumb to clean up the corners of your lips as you crawled back to kiss him passionately.Â
At this point you were already horny again, so as you kissed him, feeling his shaky hands all over your body, you pressed your bare cunt on his softened shaft and moved a bit. He parted the kiss, trying to push you away.
âIâ I donât thinkââ, he tried saying. âIâm sensitive, babyâ Ahh...â
âYeah?â You rubbed your bare cunt on his dick with a sly smile. âSo you donât want me to ride you, Jakey?â You kept waving your body on him, forcing a disappointed face with a fake pout.
Jake trembled, feeling his eyes water in a painful pleasure. âOf câcourse Iâ I do, fuck.â, his voice cracked, eyelids closing. He was fully unable to stop you at this point, and he didnât wanted to anyway, so he just started to sob as you kept sliding on him, back and forth, slowly, painfully slowly.
You were sending him into overstimulation, loving his reactions, loving how desperate he looked. Legs squirming beneath you, eyes tearing up, hands messily trying to figure out what to do, facial expression switching in a mix of pain and delight.
âPleaseâŠâ He begged. He didnât even knew for what. Neither did you, so you asked. âPlease what, Jakey?â You stopped moving. âYou want me to stop?âÂ
He hurried to answer âNo! Please, donâtâ Donât stop.â Definitely his begging wasn't about stopping. His breath was short as you started to move again, still slow. Too slow. Â âGo faster, please darling.â
And how could you deny such a sweet request?
The wet sound of your pussy rubbing against his cock was too lewd. You leaned to kiss Jake, who wasnât able to kiss you back properly due his undergoing situation. His was dick hardening again against your folds and that was your last straw.
Yeah, he was desperate because of overstimulation, but you were desperate to feel him inside you. So you repositioned yourself to slide him deep on you in one go, making both of you scream.
You threw your head back and instantly started to grind on him, making circle movements, sending both of you to cloud nine.Â
âBabe Iâ Iâll not last longâ damn.â Jake said breathlessly, hands helping your hips to move.
âMake me cum with you, please,â you begged and of course he would never leave you hanging, so he did his work, rubbing your clit at the same pace as you bounced on him.
You felt your climax building up rapidly, breath getting heavier and heavier, body shaking as you heard Jake saying under breath "I'm cumming", while throwing his head back and filling you up with his warm liquid. You shivered, moaning louder and achieving your peak right after.
Your body fell over Jakeâs, who immediately hugged you, panting, all sweaty. âThis wasâŠâ He started to say after a while, still inside you.Â
âGood?â He analyzed your expectant eyes when you got up to look at him and chuckled at the difference of the demon eyes you were giving him earlier. âIncredible,â he kissed your forehead. âYou are always incredible, my love.â
It was a weirdly sunny day when Jake seated you on his car hood, fitting himself between your legs while his hands rested on your hips, drawing little circles there.Â
You both decided to go out that day to celebrate your new job. But instead of going for a fancy dinner or anything similar, you decided to follow the roots of your relationship and asked Jake to take you to see the sunset.Â
And he would never deny anything to you. So here you were, looking at the pretty sky behind Jakeâs back when he himself was sunk on your neck.Â
"Why does the sky turn orange during sunsets?" You asked nonchalantly, feeling Jake's kisses on your skin. He was inebriated by your scent and acting as if he was getting drunk on you.Â
He loved that.Â
He loved you.
"It has something to do with the light traveling through the atmosphere. Don't make me do my homework right now, baby," he said muffled, unable to leave your warm embrace. You chuckled.
You loved that.Â
You loved him.
"Sorry," your fingers slid through his hair, scratching slightly. He hummed in response.Â
Itâs been two weeks since you started to call him your boyfriend and he started to call you girlfriend, the honeyed voice always making you melt.Â
Nevertheless none of you said I love you yet. Not that you two needed to. You felt Jakeâs love on every action of his. The way he would look at you so dreamily at any point of the day, how he would embrace you so tightly at the end of a stressful one. Or how he would always clean you up after the sex, even when he was tired as hell. He treated you like a goddess. You felt it.Â
It was as clear as crystal water that you loved him too, at least you thought.Â
You would purposely ask questions about astronomy just to have him speaking animatedly in technical terms that you often didn't understand very well, but loved to see him sparkle in joy. Or when you cooked his favorite meal just to see his puppy eyes widening in surprise and thank you with a sweet kiss. Or even when you watched him play video games for hours without complaining, actually enjoying and hyping him up, sometimes playing together when he asked you to.Â
Jake, actually, noticed every bit of it.Â
He himself making sure to love you every moment of his day, making sure you were safe, fed, warm, and most important: happy.
Jake loved your smile. He loved to see you ramble about your favorite songs and flowers and chocolates and movies and everything.Â
He loved everything about you.
You exhaled. The feeling was consuming you, you had to let it out. The ache of holding it to only your actions wasn't enough. You needed to say it.
And you did. In one go.
âI love you.â
Jake lifted his face off your neck to look you in the eyes, kind of shocked by your sudden statement. âI donât care if you donât love me back, but I love you. More than stargazing, more than feeling a cold breeze under the moonlight, more than listening to my favorite artist. None of those feelings overcomes the feeling of having you around,â you caressed his cheek. Jake listened to you with attention.Â
âYou color my world by just being around. Every part I go I look out for you,â you could see Jakeâs eyes watering. âAnd I do find you in everything, because, Jake, you became my everything. Itâs scary how much I need you. It's scary how much I can love you,â you rested your forehead on his, closing your eyes. âSo yeah, I love you,â you whispered at the end.
Jake's breath got heavy as he assimilated all your words.
God, he loved you as much as you did. Lately he had to deal with the urge of telling you the three words, afraid of scaring you off as always. But now he knows you are as much in love with him as he is with you, and he felt so damn lucky.
"You wanna know something that has nothing to do with physics?" Jake spoke softly after a while in silence trying to find the right words. You weren't expecting that question after your confession. "What?" you asked in a whisper.
He looked so gorgeous under the golden light.Â
"I can watch a hundred sunsets with you," he said softly, loving eyes at you. He gently put a strand of hair behind your ear, as usual, and continued, "And youâd still be the prettiest view."
Jake didnât had to verbalize âI love youâ after that, but he did.Â
He did it continuously. He did it before you went to sleep and when you woke up. He did it before leaving you at your classes and as soon as he picked you up. He did it out of the blue, while you were vacuuming your apartment and he was dusting the furniture. Because no matter how much he said, it didn't seem enough.
It was love at first sight, blessed by the moonlight keeping their love secrets and under the sunset light, keeping their sweet passion burning.
#jake smut#jake sim x reader#jake x reader#jake sim hard hours#jake sim hard thoughts#jake imagines#jake hard thoughts#jake hard hours#enhypen x reader#sim jake#enha smut#enhypen smut#heegyukeluv works
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
little white lies
summary: miya atsumu needs to find a date for his cousinâs wedding, or risk getting hounded by all his relatives prying into his business. unless said business is youâin which case, heâs all for it. maybe he can work up the courage to ask you out for real while heâs at it.
âą pairing: miya atsumu x fem!reader âą genres: fluff, mild angst, best friends to lovers au, fake dating au, idiots to idiots in love, debatable attempts at comedy were made âą word count: 9.2k âą warnings: profanity, one (1) scene where atsumu is shirtless
Miya Atsumu acknowledges the fact that he has made several stupid decisions throughout the course of his life.Â
There was the time he decided that dipping waffles in hot sauce would make for a tasty food combination. (It did not, and he ended up lying in bed with a stomach ache for three days with a grumbling Osamu looking after him). Then there was that incident where he proudly claimed he could crush an entire watermelon with his bare hands. (He could not, and Suna had laughed his ass off when Aran easily demonstrated the same feat).Â
And then, there was the time he tried to comfort you after you watched Hachiko Monogatari together. Youâd been sniffling quietly, your eyes red and puffy, when he awkwardly handed you a tissue and said, ââS okay. The dogâs probably acted in better movies.â Â
Youâd stared at him, horrified, before bursting into tears. Osamu had walked in just in time to witness you chuck a pillow at Atsumuâs head, calling him an emotionally inept moron; heâd laughed so hard, he dropped the tub of ice cream he was holding and got mint chocolate chip all over the carpet. Atsumu still cringes whenever he thinks of it.
Nothing much has changed in Atsumuâs life. He still has a massive crush on you, and he still makes stupid decisions.
What transpired in the Miya twinsâ childhood homeâs sitting room fifteen minutes ago is a testament to this tragic fact.
When the Miya brothersâ cousin, Shohei, called them up to invite them to his wedding taking place in two weeks, Atsumu and Osamu were nothing short of elated. Shohei video-called them, and for a good five minutes, all Atsumu did was scream incoherently when he announced that the wedding date had been fixed. Osamu promised to close Onigiri Miya on the Saturday two weeks hence, and Atsumu made a mental note to ask Meian if he could take the weekend off.
Shohei then turned the phone to their grandmother, sitting on her favourite armchair with the pink satin cushion, wrinkles by the corners of her eyes and sagging skin by her cheeks. Atsumuâs heart lifted at the sight of herâhe was her favourite grandson, after allâand when she smiled at the twins, her lips were slightly puckered because she didnât have her dentures in yet.Â
But that wasnât the important bit. It shouldnât have been what Atsumu focused on most, as he opened his mouth to tease her. He should have been focusing on the knowing, youthful gleam in the Miya householdâs matriarchâs eyesâa gleam that spelled trouble when she set her gaze straight at him.
âWell, well, if it isnât Grandma Miya herself,â Atsumu drawled.
âGrandma Miya wonât be living for much longer,â she retorted, not one to be outdone by her own grandson.
Osamu had frowned. âDonât say things like that, Grandma. Itâs superstitious.â
Shohei had sighed dramatically, making a face at Osamu. âShe does it all the time now. You should hear her go on and on. Itâs good that youâre getting married, Shohei. This old woman wonât live for much longer, but at least I can see one of my grandsons getting married. Shame on the twins for making me live in suspense!â He said the last bit with an imitation of Grandma Miyaâs toothless drawl, and it drew out a giggle from Atsumu and a swat on the shoulder to Shohei from the woman herself.
âMaybe I do have a girl in mind, Grandma,â Atsumu said on instinct, waggling his eyebrows. âI just havenât told anyone yet.â
Grandma Miyaâs eyebrows rose. âOh? Is she nice?â
âThe best,â he had promised. âYouâll love her.â
Beside him, Osamu had gone very still. Even Shohei quietened down, letting Atsumu and their grandmother talk. In hindsight, Atsumu probably should have realised what a horrific blunder he was making, but he had a habit of letting his mouth run loose and this was one of those times.
Grandma Miyaâs eyes had lit up. She had lifted the corners of her mouth into such a wide, hopeful smile, that Atsumu felt a twinge of guilt deep in his chest for lying to her. He couldnât take back his words, however, because Grandma Miya excitedly clasped her fingers together and said, âYouâll bring her along to Shoheiâs wedding, wonât you? She must meet the rest of the family. Itâll be nice for Sakura to meet her, too.â
Shohei nodded. Sakura was his future wife, a beautiful and kind lady who complemented Atsumuâs cousin perfectly. âSakura would love to meet someone thatâs going to be part of our family.â
Osamu didnât say anything. When Atsumu looked at him, he had his lips pressed together in a thin line. âUhââ he began.
âNo hesitating,â Grandma Miya had said firmly. âTell her to come along. It will be fun.â
Atsumu couldnât deny that; events that took place within the Miya family were always fun. But he couldnât exactly create a girlfriend out of nothing, could he? Belatedly, Atsumu felt the guilt and horror of his words seep into his brain. He flashed a panicked look at his brother, but Osamu only shook his head and didnât say anything.Â
He looked back into his phone screen, at his grandmotherâs happy expression. If there was one thing Atsumu hated, it was letting down the people important to him.
Meekly, he nodded and forced a smile to his face. âOf course, Grandma. Donât say I donât do things for you.â
âSilly child,â said Grandma Miya affectionately, and that had been that.
Atsumu has since paced in front of the living room couch exactly eight times after Osamu pressed end on the call. He twirls in his spot, ready for his ninth walk around the living room. His brother sits on the sofa with one leg thrown up, watching him amusedly.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckââ
âOkay,â Osamu interjects. âSwearing isnât gonâ help your situation.â
âWhat else can I do?â Atsumu wails pathetically, flopping onto the sofa next to his brother. âIâm such an idiot.â
âGlad to know youâre aware.â
âSamu, what do I do?â Atsumu leans his elbows on his knees and holds his hand in his hands. ââm so screwed.â
âShouldâve thought of that before you decided to get Grandmaâs hopes up for nothinâ.â
Atsumu huffs, annoyed at both himself and his brother for being so unhelpful. âI know that, asshole. I jusâ meantâ What the fuck do I do about it now?â
Osamu pats his brother on the shoulder, a sympathetic look on his face. âTsumu, I can think of only one solution.â
âWhat?â
âYou need to find yourself a girlfriend.â
Atsumu wrinkles his nose when you wave a bottle of some sort of bubbly, green-coloured concoction at his face. It looks disgusting even through the translucent plastic, and he has no doubt that itâll taste twice as bad.
âEugh. Whatâs that?â
âWow. Itâs so nice to see you too, Atsumu. Iâve only just flown back from halfway across the world after two weeks. No big deal at all,â you deadpan, staring at him.
âYeah, Iâm so happy youâre back, but what is that, and is it for me?â
Atsumu is glad youâre backâyouâd gone overseas on your first ever business trip at the company you work at, and heâd missed your presence at the Tokyo apartment right next to his. He tries to verbalise it, but truthfully, his attention is solely fixed on the green muck youâre holding out to him.
âIt is, actually,â you reply, shoving it into his waiting hands so he can scrutinise it better. You turn back and rummage through your open suitcase, pulling out an identical bottleâonly this one is filled with something that looks like a cross between a squashed pumpkin and a gruesome shade of brown he doesnât want to define. âAnd this oneâs for Osamu. Can you give it to him the next time you go back to Hyogo?â
He lets out a sound of disgust, puffing out his cheeks and blowing a raspberry at you. âYou couldnât have gotten us somethinâ more⊠eatable?â
âEdible, Atsumu,â you correct, walking around the luggage strewn about your living room and plopping down on your sofa with a grunt. âThis is whatâs popular everywhere now. Apparently.â
âThat doesnât sound very optimistic,â he points out, sitting down next to you. Atsumu holds the drink bottle close to his face and squints at the ingredients printed on the back in a tiny font. âIs that⊠spinach?â
âYeah.â
âAndâŠâ he continues, âkale? Whatâs a kale?â
âItâs some kind of leaf? Kinda like spinach,â you say, shrugging.Â
âOh, wonderful. This is a cocktail for cows.â
You huff out a soft laugh, shoulders shaking with the movement. Atsumu grins, pleased that heâs made you smile.Â
âItâs supposed to be healthy, Tsumu. And youâre a professional volleyball player so I figured youâd drink stuff like this.â
âSounds like a nightmare.â Atsumu shudders, but pockets the bottle anyway. It bulges out of the side of his cargo pants and he might look a little silly, but itâs really the thought that counts; the fact that youâd bought this drink with him in mind makes his heart rate spike. He nods at the muddy orange drink you left on the floor, meant for Osamu. âWhatâs in that one?â
âCarrot and squash, if I remember correctly.â
Atsumu gags. âDidâya pick the worst flavours or somethinâ? You say this is popular?â
You nod, a little embarrassed. âThey were selling it everywhere I went!â you defend. âI just figured it was, like, the thing, or whatever.â
âIf me and the team promoted this, itâd be sold out in no time,â he says thoughtfully. âEven if it tastes like a gourmet meal for goats.â
âSo humble.â You roll your eyes, letting your head fall back on the couch cushion.Â
Your airport clothesâa hoodie and jeansâstick uncomfortably to your skin after hours of being airborne, and you scratch your elbow. Atsumu thinks it must be annoying; you must be itching to peel off your clothes and take a warm shower.
But first, Miya Atsumu needs to ask you out.
He tries not to let the wording mess with his head. Heâs doing this for his grandmother, and most certainly not because of the self-indulgent fantasies his mind conjures up for him when heâs asleep. Dreams of holding your hand, walking through the cherry blossoms together, kissing your cheek and taking in your delighted gaspâthey haunt him even in his waking moments, and Atsumu aches to make them turn into a reality.
He acknowledges that he is a coward in some ways. This is one of them.
âHeyâŠâ he begins, and then trails off, unsure.
âHm?â
âThat bottle of muck you got for Osamuââ Atsumu gulps, ignoring the hammering of his heart inside his chest. âThink heâd like it more if you gave it to him yourself.â
You sigh. âI would love to, Atsumu, but I donât know when Iâll be going to Hyogo next. I donât want that milkshake to stay rotting in my fridge for, like, six months.â
âWell⊠Iâm goinâ there next Saturday. Wanna come with?â
âI donât knowâŠâ
âCâmon. Itâs Shoheiâs wedding. You canât miss it. Grandma Miya specifically told me to tell you to get your ass down there.â
Itâs a lie that slips easily through his teeth, but heâs not exactly wrong, is he? Justâbending the truth a little. Grandma Miya did tell him to bring his girlfriend with him, and if he thinks about it, you are his girl friend, arenât you? With a space in between the two words, but thatâs just semantics. Atsumu ignores the voice in the back of his mind that tells him heâs coming up with excuses that he used to think of when he was in elementary school.Â
âIâll think about itââ
âYou have to,â Atsumu implores, briefly letting go of his pride in favour of convincing you to come with him to his hometown. âItâll be a nice break. You can meet Samu and Shohei. Have fun at a weddingâyou know how fun Miya weddings are. Get dressed up, dance around a bit. And Grandma would be ecstatic if you came.â
âEcstaticâŠâ you echo, an amused smile flickering on your face. âDid Osamu teach you that word?â
âYes,â he says immediately. âBut thatâs not the point! The point is, I want your company for Shoheiâs wedding.â
Atsumu waits for his words to sink in. He notices your sharp inhale when he emphasises on the fact that he wants you there. This one is the truth, and nothing but; there is no one else he would rather go to his cousinâs wedding with.Â
For all the lies heâs spouted out this afternoon, some part of Miya Atsumu wants you to recognise that heâs not lying this time.
âSo, please,â he continues quietly, âwill you come with me to Shoheiâs wedding?â
You look away, teeth worrying your bottom lip. A moment later, you nod.
â...Fine. But youâre paying for the train tickets.â
Atsumuâs exhale is both relieved and anticipatory.
It takes exactly two hours and forty-six minutes to get to Hyogo from Tokyo by train. Atsumu purchases the tickets, partly because youâd asked him to, but mostly because of the steady feeling of guilt gnawing at his chest. He even purchases tickets for the first-class coach, because he wants you to be as comfortable as possible, even going so far as to give up the window seat for the aisle one.
âYouâre being weirdly nice,â you note suspiciously, as he hefts your suitcase onto the rack above.Â
Atsumu grunts with exertion, his muscles rippling under his shirt. He takes in the small bob of your throat at the sight with a gleeful sense of pride. âDunno what youâre talkinâ about. Iâm always nice.â
Luggage secured successfully, he rubs the palms of his hands on his jeans and settles down into the seat next to you. The plush cushion is soft and velvety to the touch, a dark shade of blue thatâs soothing to the eye. As he looks around, he canât help but notice that the rest of the passengers consist of old peopleâsenior citizens, with wobbly knees and wrinkled skin. Old and married, they must be on their way back to their hometown after visiting their children and grandchildren in Tokyo. As far as he can tell, you and Atsumu are the only two people here who donât have a relationship beyond the platonic. Thereâs the occasional family of four: a tired husband, an even more tired wife, and two boisterous children. One child, no more than four years old, with her hair done up in two pigtails, points a chubby finger at him.
âMama, look! That man looks like Pikachu!â she exclaims loudly.
You giggle at the chagrined look on Atsumuâs face, and his heart lifts slightly at the sound.
âKomi! Shhh. Itâs rude to point at people.â Her mother pulls her hand down, giving Atsumu an apologetic bow of her head.
âShe has a point, I guess,â you whisper to your friend, nudging his shoulder.
âThe point beingâŠ?â
âYou do look like Pikachu.â
âHuh?â
âYour hair, Tsumu.â You grin mischievously. âItâs yellow. Youâre practically halfway to having electric powers.â
Atsumu flushes. He runs a hand through his dyed-blond hair self-consciously. âThat bad, eh?â
âI donât know,â you reply, shrugging. âYour fans seem to like it.â
âAnd you?â he asks softly. âYouâve never told me what you think.â
You hum and look away, fiddling with your phone case. âIf you like it, then I like it.â
âThatâs not even an answer.â Still, Atsumu will admit that your reply makes him happy.
âIt is.â
âItâs not.â
âIt is.â
âItâsââ
âYou both argue like Mama anâ Papa.â
Startled, you and Atsumu look in front of you. Komi pokes her head out from the seat in front of you, a wide grin on her lips. You stifle a laugh; it turns out Komi and her brother have occupied the seats in front of you and him. The tips of Atsumuâs ears turn crimsonâwhether with embarrassment at being caught bickering by a four-year-old, or at Komiâs previous comment about his hair, he isnât sure.
âHello, there,â you greet the small girl with a grin as wide as hers. âKomi, isnât it?â
She nods, her pigtails rocking with the movement. ââm Komi! Anâ my brother is Kento!â
âItâs very nice to meet you both, Komi and Kento,â you say, solemnly holding out a hand for her to shake. Although you havenât met her brother, you can hear his excited babbles from his location on his motherâs lap. âIâm ____, and this is my friend, Atsumu.â
âBut you can call me Tsum,â Atsumu supplies, knowing it must be hard for the little one to pronounce his name properly.
Komi shakes your hand with the sort of vigour that one only has at the young age of four, and then glances expectantly at Atsumu. He holds out his hand as well, and the little girl grips it with all the strength she can muster. Her soft palm is sticky; once she releases it, he tries to discreetly rub his own palm on the seat in front of him, garnering a frown from you.
Slowly, the train begins to chug forward.
âTsum and ____,â Komi says, âare you both like Mama anâ Papa?â
âLike⊠Mama and Papa?â you repeat, tilting your head.
âYeah! Like, sleepinâ in the same room anâ givinâ each other kissies while cooking dinner!â
Atsumu gapes at the child. He feels his face heat up at the insinuationâif Komi thought his hair was like Pikachu earlier, then now sheâd surely think his entire face was akin to Charmeleon, or something of that sort. Unable to answer, he glances at you.
Your face settles in an expression that he can only describe as pained amusement. Your lips twitch up, finding the whole situation funny, but you pick at your cuticles at the same time. A chuckle forces its way out of his mouth.
âThatâs right, Komi,â Atsumu says. âExcept we arenât⊠married yet.â
The girl tilts her head, confused. âWhaâs that mean?â
âIt meansâ âAtsumu pauses, just enough to notice the stupefied glower you give himâ âthat we havenât promised each other what your Mama and Papa promised each other.â
âOh!â Komi gasps, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She grips the seat with her tiny hands, clearly thrilled at his words. âLike a pinkie promise?â
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Atsumu scolds himself yet again for letting his mouth run loose all the damn time. How is he supposed to break this poor, innocent girlâs heart by telling her that you and Atsumu arenât married? Heck, you arenât even dating, and he doesnât even know if you want to get married to someone eventually. He wishes he could blabber about his feelings for you directly to youâbut it appears that he is tongue-tied only around you, as well. The irony isnât lost on him.
Regardless, he cannot take back his words now, which means he must plough on.
Ignoring your pointed glare, he nods. âExactly. Youâre very smart, arenât you, Komi?â
ââm the third in my class!â The girl beams proudly.
âReally?â Atsumu gasps. âI was only fifth!â
âFrom the bottom,â you interject, seemingly having finally found your voice.
âDonât listen to her,â he says. âSheâs just trying to make me look stupid.â
Komi giggles. âPapa says thatâs a bad word.â
âAnd Papa is right.â Atsumu nods. âIdiot is also a bad word.â
âYouâre so brilliant, Tsumu,â you mutter. âTeaching her bad words by saying theyâre bad. Genius.â
âSee, Komi, now what ____ did is something called sarchasmââ
You let out an odd noise, something in between an exasperated sigh and an amused giggle.
â...And now sheâs laughinâ at me,â Atsumu finishes, staring at Komi and shaking his head ruefully. âCanât believe Iâm payinâ for this oneâs train tickets.â
Komiâs curious gaze darts between you and Atsumu, a little confused but wholly entertained. âStop, stop, stop!â She holds her palms out as though sheâs a judge imparting all her four-years worth of knowledge to pass her verdict. âBoth of you need to make a pinkie promise.â
You blink. âWhat for, Komi?â
âTo always love each other. Forever anâ ever, until you both die!â she declares seriously.
Atsumuâs smile turns soft around the edges. Ah, the child-like innocence that vanishes so quickly. He doesnât remember much of his own childhoodâitâs mostly just a blur of juvenile volleyball and fistfights with Osamu and Aran, and playdates where you would come over with your mother and the three of you would romp around with the twinsâ toy dinosaursâbut he hopes he had the same sort of faith in the world that little Komi so proudly presents to him.Â
He turns to you, fingers already twitching with the urge to wrap his little finger around yours. âI think you have a point, Komi. Whaddya say?â
âI agree,â you say quietly, shifting slightly in your seat.
Atsumu gently takes your hand in his, hooking his pinkie finger with yours. Your skin is soft, a little bit clammy, but so is his. He swallows thickly, nervous for no reason at all, and says:
â____, I promise to love you forever and ever, until we both die.â
âI, umâ âyou inhale shakilyâ âI promise to do the same.â
He squeezes lightly and then lets go, letting his hand drop down to his lap. It was only a brief moment of contactâbarely thirty secondsâbut Atsumuâs finger twitches again; he aches to prolong the contact, to hold not just your finger but your entire palm, encase it within his handâs confines, and never let you go.
âNo, you didnâ do it properly!â Komi whines, her chubby fingers tightening around the headrest.Â
The volleyball playerâs gaze snaps back to his small friendâs face. Gruffly, still wary, he asks, âWhat did we do wrong, Komi?â
âMama anâ Papa always make me anâ Kento kiss after we fight! You should do the same!â
âBut we havenât fought, Komi,â you try to gently persuade her from exacerbating your situation.Â
It doesnât work. Komi is adamant, as most children are, and Atsumu senses the beginning of a tantrum. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Komi and Kentoâs parents napping in their seats, probably taking a well-deserved break from handling two kids. He doesnât want to wake them up, all because he couldnât satisfy their daughterâs harmless demands.
âAll right, all right,â he says, flashing Komi a winning smile. âWeâll kiss to seal the deal, âkay?â
Next to him, he hears your sharp intake of breath. Atsumuâs heart thuds in his chest, a marching band of his own. The words just slipped outâas they always do. It is his fatal flaw.
Before he can turn towards you, he freezes.Â
You kiss him on his cheek.Â
You kissed him.
He can feel remnants of your lip balm on his skin, a slightly oily residue that he doesnât bother wiping away. His brain feels like itâs a laptop with the Blue Screen Of Death causing it to cease all functions; blood rushes to his ears.
âThere,â you tell Komi with an air of finality. âPinkie promise made properly.â
The girl giggles and claps her hands, but he can tell sheâs getting tired as well. With one last parting smile, she turns back around, presumably to nap for the one hour of travel left.
Atsumuâs cheek tingles at the spot where you kissed him. He resists the urge to brush his fingers against it, conscious of the fact that you might find it weird. Instead, he forces down the giddy smile that threatens to overcome his face and joins you in silently observing the countryside whip past him through the window.
Jealousy is an emotion Miya Atsumu grapples with rather frequently, and itâs no exception when he sees his brother tackle you into a hug as soon as he lays eyes upon you both.
Meanwhile, heâs left standing at the genkan, carrying both your bags and suitcases. Osamu doesnât even spare him a look. Atsumu scowls; is this what their brotherly love has been reduced to?
âDonâ mind me,â he announces, toeing off his shoes and socks. ââm just a luggage carrier.â
âGuest roomâs all yours,â his brother says, arm still wrapped around your shoulder.Â
You snicker at Atsumuâs disgruntled expression and he rolls his eyes. Hefting a bag on his shoulder, he smirks and shoots back, âSomeoneâs gotta be the useful one. Cookinâ isnât gonna save your life.â
âDinnerâs on you, Tsumu,â Osamu calls out to his retreating back. âAnd then weâll see who survives after eatinâ your food.â
Atsumu blanches, but he sees the amused tilt of your head and flashes a winning grin at you instead, trying to quell the envy that bubbles in his chest when he sees Osamu whisper something into your ear and you giggle.Â
After depositing your bags in the guest room, Atsumu heads upstairs to put his own luggage away and wash up a little. He can hear the sounds of you and Osamu talking and laughing downstairs, taking the time to catch up on everything youâd missed in Hyogo districtâabout the twinsâ mother and her little circle of friends, the news about when one of their neighbours threatened to cut down another personâs apple treeâand your delighted laugh sends a ripple of something warm down his spine.Â
He knows heâs well and truly fucked when he thinks about how much he wishes he could be the one to draw those elated sounds out of your mouth.
Downstairs, youâre doubled over with laughter as Osamu regales you with the story of their Grandma Miya accidentally crashing the wrong knitting circle and not realising until three meetings in that they were discussing trashy romance webnovels instead of actually knitting. Atsumu lingers at the top of the stairs, listening to your guffaws. You snort, once, and it sends you and Osamu into peals of laughter again. His fingers curl around the bannister.
The volleyball player steels himself, plastering on a confident smile as he saunters down the stairs.
âOi, whatâs so funny?â he drawls. âYa laughinâ without me now?â
âJust tellinâ her about Grandmaâs new knitting club,â Osamu says. âSheâs startinâ to think she can direct a romantic drama now.â
âI mean, she probably could,â you agree, smiling. âFrom what I know of her, your grandmother is a force.â
Atsumu scoffs, dropping into the armchair closest to you. He mutters, âA force that guilt-tripped me into bringinâ a date to the wedding.â
Osamu snickers. You tilt your head, curious. âA date for Shoheiâs wedding?â
âYeah. And if I show up without one, Iâm doomed. Grandmaâll start parading me around to every eligible bachelorette sheâs ever metâthe neighbours, the cashier at the konbini I said looks cute, random strangers on the street.â
The corner of your mouth quirks up. âThat doesnât sound so bad. Maybe youâll find someone perfect.â
Atsumu swallows down a groan. The last thing he needs is for you to think heâs taking his grandmotherâs matchmaking seriously. âNah, itâs a nightmare waiting to happen. Imagine Grandma introducinâ me to that one lady who brought natto salad to her friendâs birthday party.â
Osamu barks out a laugh. âEveryone ended up with really bad diarrhea that day,â he explains to you. âGuess Tsumu will hafta rely on me for cookinâ unless he wants bowel problems by the time heâs thirty.â
âAs if,â Atsumu says quickly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. âPoint is, I need someone to save me from this circus.â
âHm, better start polishing your flirtinâ skills, Atsumu.â You give him a teasing smile.
His eyes lock with yours for a fraction of a second longer than he intends, and the words sit heavy on his tongue. Youâre my date. I was thinkinâ of asking you. But his throat tightens; instead, he tosses a pillow at his twin brother to cover his nerves.
âYou busy, Samu? Wanna be my date?â he jokes, deflecting easily.
Osamu catches the pillow without missing a beat, and then shudders. âNot a chance. The second they see me with you, theyâll think youâve finally lost it.â
âHasnât he already?â you pipe up.Â
Atsumu clutches his chest dramatically. âEven you, ____? Betrayed in my own home!â
âTechnically, itâs Samuâs home.â
Osamu grins triumphantly. Atsumu sneers.
âWell, donât worry âbout me,â he says, leaning back and stretching his arms behind his head. âIâll find someone. Real classy. Someone whoâll shut Grandma up for a whole year.â
His brother rolls his eyes. âSure you will, Tsumu.â
You glance at Atsumu again, lips pressed together in a thin line. Thereâs something indecipherable in your eyes, the way your forehead is creased ever-so slightly. Before he can say anything, Osamuâs phone rings. He excuses himself to take the call, leaving the two of you alone.
âWhoâs the lucky fake date?â you ask after a beat. You donât meet his gaze.
He rubs the back of his neck, debating his next move. His heart pounds as he tries to muster some semblance of courage, but all he manages is a lopsided grin and a shrug.
âDunno. Guess Iâll know when I see her.â
âWe have a problem.â
âWe do?â Atsumu has only just woken up. His brain is still struggling to catch up with the rest of him; he blinks once, twice, waiting for your statement to sink in.Â
âGet up, loser,â you say, walking into his bedroom like you own the place. You flick his duvet off of his body. âWeâre going shopping.â
Atsumu sits up, pressing his palms to his face and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The duvet slips further down.
âFuck!â you yelp, immediately turning around. âSorry! Sorry, I didnât see anythinâ.â
A shiver ripples through his body. Without the warmth of his blanket cocooning his body, the cold of the morning seeps into his skin. Heâs trying to figure out why, exactly, heâs being presented with a marvellous view of your back, and what youâre apologising for, when the chill makes him shiver again.
Oh. He looks down at himself.Â
Atsumu didnât wear a shirt to bed.
His cheeks flood with heat, the back of his neck prickling with embarrassment. âEr. Iâm wearinâ pants,â he says, like thatâs going to be of any help.
âIâm, um, going to leave,â you say. Your voice sounds stiltedâlikely due to being similarly embarrassed by Atsumuâs bare-chestedness. Atsumu grunts in agreement. You walk out slowly, gingerly tip-toeing over a discarded pair of sweatpants he left lying on the floor.
You shut the door behind you, face lowered, and exaggeratedly twist the doorknob until it lets out a click sound, as though youâre showing him that you have not seen anything indecent. As though his abs have personally offended you. Like youâre a National Geographic narrator documenting a rare, disgruntled creature in the wild.Â
The shirtless Miya Atsumu, with its ruffled plumage and tragic morning breath, appears to challenge the peace of its habitat.
Ha. Wouldnât that be a hoot.
To his credit, Atsumu gives himself five minutes before he flops onto his stomach and screams into his pillow. Then, he rises and rummages through his closet for a shirtâhe settles for a grey one that he probably stole from Osamuâs closet during high schoolâand, still mortified, slips out of his bedroom and heads downstairs to see if breakfast is ready.
He finds his mother and you sitting side-by-side on cushions by the chabudai. Itâs the usual motherly nonsense she always spouts whenever you come overâgushing over your job, asking about your parents, and, of course, wondering if you have a boyfriend yet.
âNot yet, Miya-san,â you reply politely, though Atsumu can tell youâre a little embarrassed. Your eyebrows furrow just slightly, and itâs always a tic youâve had, Atsumuâs discovered.
âOh, well, thatâs too bad,â his mother says. âBeautiful girls like you should have boys tripping over their own two feet to date you.â
Atsumu is sure heâs tripped over his own two feet in front of you enough times by now for him to be able to date you. He clears his throat and puts a little swagger to his step when he sits down opposite you. âMissed me, Ma?â
âSlightly lesser than how much I missed ____,â she says.
âJust adopt her already, why donât you?â Atsumu quips, rolling his eyes.
His mother actually seems to consider this, as she presses her lips together. âMarry one of the twins, ____. You know I would love to have you as a daughter-in-law.â
Your eyes widen, and you flounder, beseechingly locking eyes with Atsumu and begging him to help you out. He smiles a little. He remembers why he brought you here in the first place. His smile gets wiped out in an instant.
Itâs not as though Miya Atsumu doesnât want to spend time with you. He knows Shohei would love to have you at his wedding, and Hyogo is a beautiful place to be at this time of the year. But the thought that he needs you to be a scapegoat to appease Grandma Miya niggles at the back of his mind, unforgiving. He really should tell you, he thinks.
Thankfully, youâre saved from his motherâs matchmaking attempts by Osamu, who walks in balancing bowls of rice and miso soup. He sets them down on the table expertlyâOnigiri Miya has trained him wellâand plops down on a cushion next to his brother.Â
âSorry for beinâ late,â he says gruffly. âForgot to add salt in the miso.â
It smells delicious. Atsumu has to admit that heâs missed his brotherâs cooking. After surviving on a majority of meals that were either konbini snacks or cheap ramen in Tokyo, home-cooked food makes his stomach grumble in a good way.
The four of you chorus your gratitude for the meal with bowed heads and folded palms, and then dig in. Atsumu slurps up the miso soup, chewing on a piece of tofu. Itâs heavenlyâit really is, and he nudges his brotherâs side with his elbow to convey it. Osamu nudges back, and the table is silent for some time.
âOh, by the way,â his mother says, âwe need to get your suits from the dry cleaners. I have to go help your aunt out with last-minute wedding preparations, so I need one of you to do it.â
âNot me,â Osamu says. âIâve got a restaurant to run.â
âYes, Iâm well aware of that, Osamu,â she continues, giving him a small smile. âThatâs why I asked ____ to wake up Atsumu early today. Both of you still have the same build, so Atsumu can go to the tailorâs to see if it fits or if he needs any adjustments.â
âOh,â says Atsumu. You donât meet his gaze. âI didnât know we had actual work to do today.â
âI also offered to buy ____ a dress, but she refused.â His mother casts a quick, affectionate glance at you. âSo, Atsumu, I need you to buy her one, all right? Get her a gorgeous one.â
âOâcourse I will,â he says, quietly.
Osamu looks curiously between you both. âDidnât ____ tell you all this when she came to wake you up, Tsumu?â
A wad of rice gets lodged in Atsumuâs throat. You accidentally inhale miso soup through your nose. Both of you cough and splutter.
Osamu frantically pats Atsumuâs back, while you, eyes watering, accept a glass of water from the twinsâ mother. Something unfurls inside Atsumuâs chest at the thought of spending the whole day with you, getting his suit tailored and buying you a dress. Â
Itâs almost like youâre actually his date for his cousinâs wedding.
Is it weird that Miya Atsumu wants to see your reaction to him wearing a suit? Is he being presumptuous in the way he lifts his chin and puffs out his chest so that the tuxedo fits him better? What are your thoughts about men wearing tuxedos and ties, in general? Should he buy a tie that matches your dress?
This, and other such mysteries of life, are what the volleyball player ponders over in the tiny fitting room while one of the seamsters kneels in front of him and measures the length of his leg with measuring tape.Â
Atsumu has to constantly remind himself that you donât know heâs your date yet. The wedding is tomorrow. He doesnât know if he has it in him to stick it out until then.Â
âAll done,â the seamster announces, getting back to his feet. âGive me fifteen minutes and Iâll be able to alter this to the right size.â
âThanks,â Atsumu mumbles, pulling back the curtain and heading outside.Â
Youâre sitting on one of the couches theyâve kept by the corner of the shop, scrolling through something on your phone. The bag with your new dressâhis motherâs gift to youâis placed on the floor by your feet. He doesnât know what the dress looks like; youâd insisted on buying it secretly because it was, apparently, embarrassing to go dress-shopping with a close friend who happens to be a well-built, devilishly handsome, popular, famous pro-volleyball player.Â
Not that you said those words exactly, but Atsumu can fill in the blanks.
He plops down next to you, leaning back and circling his head to get rid of the cricks in his neck. You put your phone away and glance at him.
âTake a picture,â Atsumu says, not looking back at you. âLasts longer.â
âIf only your face actually looked good in photos.â
âMy face looks excellent. Havenât ya seen me and Bokuto in the Calpis advertisement?â It was a small gig theyâd gotten right after the Olympics season. Kuroo had said it would make for good PR, and Atsumu and Bokuto jumped at the chance to have their small five minutes of fame. Shouyou had sulked about not being a part of it for two weeks straight afterwards.
âI have, actually,â you respond, crossing your arms over your chest. âYou know I wouldnât ever miss out on that. Iâm surprised no one hereâs recognised you yet.â
âLivinâ under a rock, the whole lot of them,â Atsumu mutters.
You laugh softly. âThe fameâs gone to your head, Atsumu. Donât forget me when you and the team go gallivanting across the country.â
âYou know I wouldnât ever be able to forget you,â he says, after a beat. âYouâre, like, a part of me now.â
You blink. âThatâs kind of weird.â
Atsumuâs cheeks burn. How is it that he always, always fumbles so much in front of you? Itâs like his brain sees you and immediately decides to unplug itself for maintenance. He gulps, thinking of ways to salvage whatever dignity he has left.
ââS not weird,â he forces out. âWeâve known each other since we were kids. I think you spent more time at our house durinâ elementary school than you did at your own.â
âFair enough,â you acquiesce. Shifting slightly, you eye the bit of fabric from your dress that pokes out of the paper bag. âStill canât believe your mom insisted on getting me a dress,â you murmur, lightly brushing your fingertips against the edge of the bag. âItâs a bit over-the-top, donât you think?â
âShe just likes you a lot,â he responds. âHonestly, Iâm startinâ the think she likes you more than me or Osamu.â
âThatâs not a very high bar.â You roll your eyes, but thereâs no malice in the action. âBut itâs probably âcause I didnât dunk her favourite teapot into the toilet when I was seven.â
âThat was an accident! And I apologised more than a hundred times!â
âYeah, and Iâm sure the apology totally made up for the fact that you made Osamu stick his hand down there and fish it out for you.â
âWhy dâyou always take his side?â Atsumu grumbles. âCanât ever catch a break with both of you around, I swear.â
You lean back, shoulder brushing against his. Atsumu can feel your gaze roving over his face; he bites the inside of his cheek, feeling strangely self-conscious.
âMaybe,â you say, âI just enjoy making fun of you. You always make fun of me back. Itâs nice.â
Atsumu swallows hard, trying to focus on anything elseâthe tacky wallpaper, the sound of pop music blaring from the shop next door. Anything but the way your words make his heart somersault, or the way your smile lingers for a second more than usual.Â
âThatâs cruel, yaknow,â he manages to say. âGanginâ up on me all the time. Makes a guy feel unloved.â
You stay quiet, thoughtfully steepling your fingers under your chin. Atsumu glances at you from the corner of his eye. Your expression doesnât betray anything, until you reach out and gently grasp his wrist.
âIâm sorry,â you say quietly. âDidnât realise you didnât like it.â
Miya Atsumu is certainânot for the first time in his lifeâthat heâs utterly doomed. Itâs a little bit pathetic, really. It started back in middle school, and still, somehow, heâs unable to move on. Youâve consumed him. Your thumb brushes over the veins on his wrist; he wonders if you can feel his pulse racing.
âDonât stop,â he says, because what else does a fool in love say?
âAtsumu, Iââ
Youâre interrupted by the seamster, who calls Atsumu over to the register to finish his billing. He grits his teeth. This is the worst sort of interruption ever. He turns to face you properly, because maybe if he pretends he didnât hear the tailor, youâll tell him what you were about to say.Â
But your face is carefully blank, your lips pressed together. âGo on,â you tell him. âDonât forget to collect Osamuâs tux, too.â
âYeah, okay.â Atsumu nods once, twice. He gently extricates his hand from your grasp, as much as he dislikes it. âIâll, uh, go do that, then.â
âOkay.â
Atsumu hates this. Heâs not sure if he even wants to attend the wedding anymore. All his relatives are going to heckle him about his love lifeâand thatâs fine, he can deal with them. He just doesnât want his grandmotherâs face to crumple with disappointment on finding out her grandsonâs whole ârelationshipâ was a farce. Feeling sick to his stomach, he pays for the alterations done to his and his brotherâs outfits, and gestures for you to accompany him outside.Â
You donât meet his eyes the entire way back home.
Itâs the eve of the wedding reception, and Miya Atsumu canât find you anywhere.
The reception hall is lovely. Golden lanterns hang from the ceiling, enveloping everyone in a soft, warm glow. Vases of peonies and cherry blossoms, intertwined with sprigs of babyâs breath, are placed on top of the soft linen covering each table. The delicate strains of a koto and shamisen ensemble weave through the air. The centerpiece stage, framed by cascading fairy lights and flowing silk, bear the names of the bride and the groom, written in exquisite calligraphy. An array of traditional Japanese sweets and cups of sake are placed on a long table by the corner of the hall.
Shohei and Sakura sit by the shintaku, looking resplendent in their outfits, surrounded by family members and friends. Heâs already congratulated them, clapping his cousin on the back and winking proudly at Sakura. Youâre nowhere near them, so he tries the snack table instead.
Atsumu hides his mounting worry by shoving a piece of mochi into his mouth. He racks his brain, trying to think of other possible hideouts where he can find you. Itâs not like you to disappear like thisâand itâs a shame, really, because all he wants is to be by your side this evening. Osamu is posing for a group photo with his second cousins and his mother is helping his aunt with the gift bags, but youâre not anywhere near them either.
He knows you wonât be at the smoking area where his uncle has held court all evening, but he decides to check anyway. Atsumu gives the area a cursory glance, confirming that youâre not among them, before hastily walking out. He curses under his breath, his usual confidence giving way to an unfamiliar, gnawing unease.
Youâre supposed to be here. You said youâd be here.
He adjusts the lapels of his tailored suit and forces himself to think rationally. Youâre probably just outside, he tells himself, getting some air or hiding from the relentless matchmaking attempts of meddlesome aunts. Itâs probably fine. It has to be.
Atsumuâs footsteps turn towards the garden doors. His urgency is masked by the cocky, practiced demeanour he wears like a second skin.
âAtsumu, boy, where dâyou think youâre running off to now?â
The volleyball player freezes mid-step. He exhales slowly and drags a hand through his meticulously styled hair before turning around.
Grandma Miya stands by the hallâs entrance, wearing a lavender kimono that glows under the warm lights. Her lacquered cane gleams as she taps it softly against the polished floor. Despite her diminutive frame, his grandmother commands the space effortlessly. Sharp eyesâso like his ownâpin him in place.
ââM not runninâ anywhere, Grandma,â Atsumu says, summoning a sheepish smile that he hopes will placate her. âJust, uh, checkinâ on something.â
Her eyebrows lift, arching in a way that shows sheâs wholly unconvinced. âChecking on something or someone?â
Atsumu opens his mouth, an excuse perched on the tip of his tongue, but she raises a hand and continues before he can say anything. âThought you ought to knowâthereâs a pretty girl standing outside in the garden cussinâ out your name like sheâs auditioning for a sailorâs choir. Care to explain why?â
âWaitâoutside?â
âSo you do know her,â Grandma Miya states.
âUm. YeahâIâ Sheâsââ The grin heâs worn like armour falters under the Miya matriarchâs scrutinising gaze.
âOut with it, Tsumu,â she prompts, tapping her cane once on the floor. âWho is she?â
âSheâs my⊠date,â Atsumu admits. The words tumble out awkwardly, and he canât deny the way it sounds both weirdly foreign but strangely right at the same time. âFor the wedding.â
His grandmotherâs eyes narrow. âAnd why is she out there cursing you to Hell and back all alone in the cold?â
âI didnâtââ He stops, shoulders slumping. He knows thereâs no point in lyingânot to her. Grandma Miya has always been able to see right through him, as though his thoughts are scrawled across his face.
âSheâs not really my date,â Atsumu mutters, gaze downcast. âI mean, she is, but she doesnât⊠know that she is.â
Grandma Miya blinks, and then lets out a short huff of laughter. âAtsumu, are you tellinâ me you brought this poor girl here, told everyone sheâs your date, but didnât think to inform her of that little detail?â
âI didnât forget,â Atsumu protests, though his words sound weak to his own ears. âI just didnât have the chance to tell her.â
âWhy would you go and do something so spectacularly foolish?â
He hesitates, avoiding her eyes. ââCause I didnât want to disappoint you,â he says quietly, the admission dragging itself out of his throat.
His grandmotherâs smile fades, and without it, her wrinkles look more and more pronounced. âDisappoint me?â
âYeah,â Atsumu whispers. âYouâre always askinâ me when Iâm gonna bring someone home. You want to see me and Osamu get married, too, before youââ His voice catches. âBefore. Um. I just wanted to make you happy, âs all.â
Thereâs a long pause, and when Grandma Miya speaks again, her voice is sadder than he expects. Classic Atsumu, he thinks bitterly. Always findinâ a way to mess things up for everyone.
âAtsumu, you daft boy,â his grandma says, âI donât care if you bring someone or not. All Iâve ever wanted is for you to be happy.â
Atsumu swallows, her words entering his chest and settling down with a warmth that wraps around his body. When he looks up, he finds her observing him not with judgement, but with quiet understanding.
âAre you happy?â she asks.Â
Something about the way she says it is tinged with hope, and it makes his heart lift. The truth lodges in his throat, too big to swallow, too heavy to speak.
âI like her,â he blurts out finally. âA lot. But she doesnâtâshe doesnât know that either.â
Grandma Miyaâs lips lift up in a grinâthe same smile that passed on to his mother, and then to him and his brother. âThen go find her. Tell her the truth.â
âBut what ifââ
âNo,â she says firmly. âLifeâs too short for all that nonsense. If you care about her, you owe her the truth and an apology. Go on, now. Dinnerâs starting soon.â
Atsumu nods, the corners of his lips twitching up in a small, grateful smile. She waves him off with her cane, before turning around and bellowing to Osamu to get her another cup of sake. He heads out to the garden.
The cool night air fills his lungs when he steps out of the ornate doors. He catches sight of you pacing near the koi pond; your movements are tight with frustration. The moonlight shimmers on the water, and dances across your face. The ends of your dress billow out because of the wind and Atsumu swears he forgets how to breathe.
Itâs not until he climbs down the steps and comes to a standstill in front of you that you finally acknowledge Atsumu. Even then, itâs with flaring nostrils and flashing eyes, and he knows heâs fucked up really badly this time.
âAtsumu,â you say, voice taut. âWhat the Hell is going on?â
He winces. He doesnât know what to say, how to explain everything. He tries to speak, but no words come out, and all he can do is watch helplessly as you curl your fingers into your palm with anger.
âWhy the fuck did you tell your entire family that Iâm your girlfriend?â you snap, when it becomes apparent he isnât going to say anything. âWhat did you think was going to happen?â
A dozen half-baked excuses fly over his head, but none of them feel right. Grandma Miya was rightâhe owes you the truthâbut first, he needs to find a way to calm you down.
âDo you realise how messed up that is?â you continue. Your voice increases in pitch, garnering the attention of a few wedding-goers milling about. âYou didnât ask me. You didnât tell me anything. Do you know how embarrassing it was to get bombarded by all your relatives asking me how long weâve been dating? They think weâre something that weâre notâfuck it all, they think Iâm something Iâm not.â
âI didnâtâ I didnât mean for this to happen,â Atsumu pleads, finally having found his voice. âI justââ
âJust what?! Just thought it would be easier? Just wanted to impress your family?â
âNo,â he says, shaking his head. âNo. I justâshit, I dunnoâI didnât want my grandma to think I was screwing around. I didnât want my relatives to look at me with pity âcause I canât even stay in a decent relationship for longer than three weeks!â
Atsumu searches your face for somethingâsome sort of reaction to his words. But youâre silent, and he canât read your face. He canât tell if youâre angry, hurt, both, or something else entirely, and itâs making him feel even more out of his depth.
âWhat were you thinking, Atsumu?â you ask softly. Your teeth worry your bottom lip, and he resists the urge to give in and kiss you silly.
âI wasnât thinkinâ,â he says, hoarsely. âI didnât think about how it would make you feel. I should have.â
You donât say anything for a long while; Atsumu thinks heâs said too much. But then, you speak and the bite in your voice has reduced.
âYou didnât think about me. You didnât think âbout how Iâd feel being that person for you.âÂ
Your words ring hollow in his ears. The hurt in your voice makes his stomach twist with guilt. He wants to defend himself, but what could he possibly say? Instead, he looks at you quietly, hoping against all hope that somehow you will understand.
âFuck,â Atsumu mutters under his breath, more to himself than you. He takes a tentative step forward, but you hold up a hand.
âYou donâtââ Your voice trembles. âYou donât get to just walk over to me and give me some half-assed apology, Atsumu.â
Atsumu stops, letting silence blanket you both once more. He stares at you for a moment, at your beautiful face and your beautiful dress, and without thinking, he steps closer, his hand reaching out.
You donât pull awayânot immediately.
Heâs close enough now that he can see his reflection in your eyes, the small tremor in your lips. Something inside him shifts, something urgent, something that makes his head spin. He doesnât know what heâs doing until itâs too late.Â
He curls his hand around your waist and pulls you in, crashing your lips with his. He feels you stiffen at firstâbut then you kiss him back, hard and sharp, and everything in him unwinds.
It isnât gentle or sweet. It isnât tender, the way Atsumu had always imagined his first kiss with you would be like. Itâs angryâyou are angry at him, and he is angry at himself.Â
Itâs over far too quickly. Atsumuâs chest heaves with each breath he takes. You gawk at him, wide-eyed and breathless; a mirror to the expression on his own face, most likely.Â
âIââ Atsumu starts, but the sentence gets lost somewhere in his brain when you take a step back.
âIâm not some⊠prop to your little charade, Atsumu,â you say. âSo unless this means something to youâlike it does for meâdonât do things youâll regret.â
âI wonât,â Atsumu promises. His voice is gruff, his heartbeat a rapid staccato against his rib cage. âI could never. I like you too much for that.â
You look at him like he looked at you earlierâlike youâve forgotten how to breathe, like youâre drinking in the sight of him and trying to commit him to memory. It comes out as a whisper when you say, âWhat?â
âGod, ____, I like you. I like you so much I donât know what to do with myself when youâre around.â He owes you the truth, and so the truth is what you will get. Heâs not very good with wordsâyou know this, and heâs sure you will recognise this for what it is: heâs laying his heart bare for you to take and keep safely for him.
âMe too,â you say. âMe too, Atsumu. Me too.â
He kisses you again, gentle and tender and sweet, his hand placed on the curve of your neck and your hands clutching the front of his shirt.Â
Osamu finds him and you later, curled into each otherâs sides. Atsumuâs cheeks colour when his brother shoots him an impressed look.
âFinally,â he says. âBeen waitinâ forever for this buffoon to get his head out of his ass and make a move.â
Atsumu doesnât deny it, and you laugh softly. âBeen waitinâ for him myself,â you say, squeezing his arm affectionately.
âAnyways,â says Osamu. âGrandma Miyaâs lookinâ for Tsumu. She says she canât wait to meet his new girlfriend.â
Atsumuâs mouth splits into a grin. âTell her weâll be right there,â he says.
#atsumu#miya atsumu#hq#haikyuu#atsumu x reader#miya atsumu x reader#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#atsumu fluff#miya atsumu fluff#haikyuu fluff#hq fluff#atsumu angst#miya atsumu angst#haikyuu angst#hq angst#haikyuu!!
994 notes
·
View notes
Text
Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 26 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley has a plan of action, but he needs to make sure you're a little distracted before he can proceed.
Warnings: fluff, adult language, smut, 18+
Length: 3400 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
Check out my masterlist for more! Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw masterlist
"Today was exhausting," you whispered, pulling your legs up so you were sitting on Bradley's lap on the couch. His flight suit was a little scratchy, and you were still wearing your dress, but you yawned and nuzzled against his chest in surrender. "Please don't make me move yet."
You could feel and hear his laughter as one big hand came up to squeeze your shoulder before gliding down your side to your waist. "Make you move? I want to keep you with me forever, Gorgeous."
Did he know the extent to which his words excited you every time he said forever? You tried to play it cool, wrapping your arm around his waist, but as soon as his lips met your forehead in a gentle kiss, you whispered, "Forever sounds really good."
His posture stiffened a little bit as his fingers flexed on your waist. You could feel him fighting the urge to jump to his feet with you in his lap.
"What's wrong?" you asked, stifling another yawn.
"Nothing," he replied quickly, but you could tell he was antsy. "Just getting hungry."
"Of course you are," you murmured, letting your hand rest on his flat belly. He only took a quick lunch break earlier during Career Day before pulling off the flyover surprise that had your whole school buzzing with excitement. "I don't think you ate enough today. Let's remedy that."
"No," he insisted, pulling you back down when you tried to stand. "I can wait a bit longer. We were just getting comfortable."
"Mmm," you hummed. "Did you notice Marty and Ms. Masters earlier? I think there might be something there."
"I did notice," he whispered. "There has to be something there. He was looking at her the way I look at you."
With a smile on your lips, you felt yourself succumbing to the warmth of his body and his deep voice and his big hands.
Soon your eyes were closed, and you were drifting to sleep.
---------------------------
Bradley's growling stomach was the least of his concerns as you dozed in his arms and drooled on his Golden Warriors patch. You were clearly exhausted from how busy and emotional this week was. He'd only just returned from a mission where you and he hadn't spoken for weeks, and then you hosted Career Day at work. Hell, he was still tired, and he'd taken the week off from work.
He thought he had himself under control. He thought he would be able to bring you home and let you have a relaxing Friday night. After all, he was in no hurry. But as soon as you told him forever sounded really good, he felt his muscles coil with anticipation. His body told him to get up and prove to you that forever was what he needed. All he had to do was walk into the bathroom and get the engagement ring.
You seemed to be able to feel the energy he was trying to reel in even as you started to fall asleep. Tonight was not the night. Truly all he wanted to do was hold you until tomorrow morning and let you rest, but his foot was bouncing gently. There was always the chance you'd say no or that you weren't ready to be engaged yet, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. But previous conversations indicated otherwise, and he knew he was ready for everything.
His head tipped back against the couch in frustration. He should have told Nat that he wanted to propose sooner rather than later, but she didn't even know he actually had his mother's ring. His best friend would have riled him up more before helping him calm down.
After kissing your forehead a few times to test how asleep you were, he unzipped the side pocket of his flight suit and carefully removed his phone. You shifted a bit, and your nose twitched in the most adorable way, but you dozed on while he texted Nat to see if she could help him out tomorrow. She already told him numerous times that she liked hanging out with you.
"Bradley," you mumbled, arching your back and stretching as soon as he set his phone down on the couch. "You need dinner," you told him with a soft kiss before standing and reaching for him. He took your left hand in his right one, hoping this might be the last night that you weren't wearing the ring that would signify to everyone else that you'd be his wife someday.
"I came up with a plan while you napped," he said softly. "Dinner and then a shower together and then we'll get in bed early. You look so tired after nailing Career Day, Gorgeous. You need a little break."
His stomach growled obnoxiously. "And you need to eat," you told him with a laugh. "Come on. I'll make you something."
"Nope," he replied, gripping you tight as he stood up with you in his arms. "I'm going to take care of it."
You held on as you guided your legs around his waist. Your lips on his scarred cheek took him all the way back to the early days of those flirtatious emails. "Okay, handsome," you whispered, kissing him softly. "I'm not going to argue with you tonight. It's our first weekend with you back home, and I've been missing all of this. I'm finally off tomorrow, and we can relax all day."
When Bradley set you down on the kitchen counter with a kiss to your perfect lips, he heard your phone vibrating on the coffee table and tried not to grin as he asked, "Want me to grab that for you?"
"Please," you replied, looking beyond cute perched between the stove and the wilted bouquet in the makeshift Miller High Life vase. When he backtracked and picked up your phone, Bradley saw that the text notification was from Nat, and he knew he was going to have to take her out for another steak dinner soon as a thank you.
"Oh," you said when you tapped your screen. "Natasha texted me."
"Really?" he asked, feigning surprise as he took inventory of what the refrigerator had to offer. It was honestly a little scary how much he'd eaten since Monday.
"Yeah," you murmured, eyes skimming the message. "She thanked me for inviting her to Career Day. And," you added, giving him a cautious look, "she wants to know if I want to hang out with her tomorrow afternoon. We still have money left on the winery gift card."
"You should go," he urged, pulling everything out to make pancakes for dinner. "I love that my girl gets along with my best friend."
You were chewing your lip nervously. "Yeah?" you asked, thumbs poised like you were ready to type back. "Even though I literally just told you I can't wait to relax with you tomorrow?"
Bradley chuckled, knowing he was leading you in the direction he wanted you to go. But of course you'd be in good hands. "Gorgeous, we can still sleep in late. And as soon as you get home, I'm hoping you'll feel so in love, you'll want to cuddle with me for the rest of the night."
"I always feel so in love with you, Bradley."
He abandoned the eggs and butter as he whispered, "Say my name again?"
"Bradley."
It was another hour before the pancakes were ready.
-----------------------------------
"I thought we were going to sleep in," you whispered, lips brushing Bradley's as his hands explored your naked body. It was around the time you usually woke up for work, and you were still tired. But his words had you pushing him onto his back.
"I missed you so much, I'm still making up for lost time."
His hands were big and rough as you took them in yours and pinned them above his head. His body was beautiful in the early light, all muscular angles and ruddy cheeks. You kissed his biceps and then his stubbled cheek and then his lips. He was already hard, you could feel him. Bradley was strong and sexy, and he was yours.
"I'm not going to lie... I love how much you missed me," you told him before kissing your way along the side of his nose. "Because that's how much I missed you, too."
Bradley's kisses were sweet, yet they lingered. Your hips moved slowly against his body, setting the pace exactly how you wanted it. Your reaction to him was always effortless. His wide pupils let you know it was the same for him.Â
"Baby," he whined as you tightened your hold on his wrists. He was rubbing himself up against you, looking for the friction you needed as well. Slick with arousal, your pussy welcomed the tip of him, and you rolled your hips slowly, taking him inch by inch until you were full. "Oh, fuck, Gorgeous," he rasped, lips parted as he looked up at you with those pretty brown eyes. "You feel so good."
You went slowly, and your hands eventually found their way to his shoulders. Bradley coaxed you closer until you were kissing him as you worked your hips in a steady rhythm that you knew would give you both what you wanted. You thought about every cold morning you woke up here without him while a bead of sweat rolled down along your spine. You got lost in the way he smelled and how his hair felt between your fingers. He was yours.
"I love you," he groaned. "Oh, I love you so much."
You came on his cock as your movements turned jerky, and he filled you with cum as you whimpered his name. Then you eased your body down so you were laying on top of him. "This is how I want to spend the rest of my life," Bradley whispered. "Loving you and fucking you and cuddling."
With a soft laugh, you relaxed enough to fall asleep again while he ran his fingers along your back.
The next time you woke up, it was three hours later, and Bradley wasn't in bed. He wasn't even at home. After you pulled on his sweatshirt, you found a note on top of the sandwich he made for your lunch in the refrigerator.Â
Out for a quick run with Nat, and then I'm stopping at Home Depot for Edith. I love you.
You enjoyed your sandwich quietly in the kitchen while taking inventory of the grocery situation. Bradley already ate everything which made you smile. It would take a few weeks, but you'd make sure he bulked up again. Maybe you could get him to go shopping with you tomorrow morning.
When you sat down on the couch with your phone, you were pleasantly reminded of how sore you still were from the past few days with Bradley back from deployment. The gentle ache brought with it the memory of how much better your orgasms were with him than alone. You really needed to start getting dressed since you were sure Nat was going to want to head to the winery after they finished their run, but you stayed sprawled out on the couch until Bradley walked back inside.
"Hey, Gorgeous," he rasped, still a little sweaty in his gym clothes and carrying a bag from the hardware store. "You got enough rest?"
"I did," you giggled as he tossed the bag onto the coffee table and straddled your waist. "Do you think we should buy a bigger couch at some point?"
"Nah. This one's more fun," he replied as your fingers threaded through his damp hair. "Means I can get nice and close."Â
Would this needy feeling for him ever go away? You hoped not. But just as soon as he really kissed you nice and hard, he was pulling away. Bradley smacked you lightly on your rear end where he spanked you the other night.
"You better get ready to go with Nat. And I need to fix Edith's mailbox and get my free piano lesson."
"And then when I get home, we're cuddling and watching a movie right here," you told him firmly, patting the couch cushion.
"As long as you still want to."
You rolled your eyes. Of course that's what you were going to want to do. Maybe you and he could even enjoy some more wine after you had wine with his friend. You were smiling as you thought about the plethora of wine you might be enjoying today as you got dressed in some jeans and an oversized sweater. You skipped makeup, because it was Saturday, and when Natasha arrived, you walked outside with Bradley.
"I love you. Call if you need me," he crooned, kissing you and waving before turning toward Edith's house.
You must have been watching the sexy way he walked for a little too long, because Natasha honked her horn and yelled out the window, "I want some wine!"
"Sorry!" you told her, laughing as you climbed in the passenger seat.
She was pulling away from the curb when she replied, "It's nice to see you so happy again. You seemed to have a good time at Career Day, and now you're all smiles for your boyfriend."
"I missed him so much," you said, watching Bradley get smaller in the side view mirror as she drove. "I felt instantly better when he got home from Norfolk."
"You're going to freak out later," she mumbled, making a left turn.
"What?" You weren't sure you'd heard her correctly.
"Nothing. You ready for some wine?"
"Absolutely. We can finish off the gift card," you told her. "And I found another winery for us to try next time that serves frozen wine slushies."
"That sounds like heaven. Thank god you fell in love with Bradley so we can have girls' days."
That put a permanent smile on your face. Just knowing that Natasha thought you and he were a good match really meant a lot. She'd known him for a long time.
"How was your run earlier?" you asked, settling in for the ride.
"Running in February is always better than running in July or August," she replied easily. "I might have to start bringing headphones again though, because the man will not shut up about you the whole time."
You covered your face with your hands while she laughed. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. It was so bad at times before he met you, I used to have to put my earbuds in and pretend I was listening to him complain about his exes. It was always the same thing. Nat, I don't know how to break up with her, but she's kind of mean to me. Nat, I can't keep taking her to the bar, because she flirts with everyone else. Nat, why is she being so selfish? Nat, I feel like she's just using me. Nat. Nat. Nat. Nat. Nat." Her voice softened as she said, "It's not like that with you at all. Now he just wants to know if I think his date ideas sound stupid or romantic. And if I think he's crazy for already having you move in."
"What did you tell him?" you asked immediately.
She grinned as she switched lanes. "Trust me when I say I've given him some solid date ideas. And I told him he would have been miserable if he waited any longer to ask you to live with him. That man is so solidly in love with you, it is disgusting."
"The feeling is mutual," you whispered as your cheeks burned.
"I know. Now let's enjoy some wine while we talk shit about him. I've been way too nice today up to this point."
------------------------------------
When Natasha dropped you off after four hours of wine and conversation, your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. You were already looking forward to hanging out with her again soon.
"Want me to tell Bradley you'll run with him tomorrow morning?" you asked, leaning back in the passenger side door as you stood next to her car.
"Nope," she replied, shaking her head. "There's no way he's going to want to get up and run in the morning. Tell him I'll see him at work."
"Okay," you replied, confused by her thought process. Bradley usually liked getting his cardio workouts in with a partner rather than alone. You'd follow up with him about it in a minute. "Thanks for driving. Wine slushies next time?"
"Wine slushies next time. Enjoy your night," she said with a wink.
You waved as she drove off, the sky getting dark and the air cooling down even further around you. Edith's mailbox next door looked perfect once more, so Bradley must have finished that project. You shivered as you hustled up to your front door ready to get inside and into the warmth of his arms.
The living room was a little darker than usual when you walked in, and then you realized it was because the only light was coming from your candles which had been placed around the room. You were about to call out for Bradley and ask him why he was burning every single candle you brought with you when you moved in, but then you froze.
"Oh my god," you gasped, taking one stumbling step further into the room to get a closer look. The flickering light illuminated dozens and dozens of paper airplanes all folded up and taped to the dark blue wall above the couch. They were arranged beautifully, and you swallowed hard when you realized they spelled out a message.
MARRY ME?
It was just two words, but they took up the whole wall. Your fingers were shaking as you brought them up to your lips, and then you heard Bradley's voice.
"Hey, Gorgeous," came that familiar rasp. You turned to face him as he stood there in one of his tropical print shirts and his worn out jeans with a nervous smile on his face.
"Bradley?" You glanced at the wall and then back at his face. You weren't even sure if your words were intelligible as you muttered, "Paper planes?"
His smile widened. "It's all the letters you and your class sent to me. You know... when you were looking for a Naval aviator to write back and answer a few questions? I guess a few questions turned into a lot more than that. And a simple correspondence with a gorgeous fourth grade teacher soon made me realize that you're the woman of my dreams. My pen pals changed my whole life." He nodded toward the wall. "Your students helped me fold them up yesterday."
"They did?" you managed as he took a step closer until he was right in front of you, and then and sank down onto one knee.Â
"They did." He was all vulnerable brown eyes and sincerity as he looked up at you and said, "I love you. And I have something for you, Gorgeous." He swallowed hard. "It was my mom's." He held up his right hand, fingers curled in a loose fist. You watched as he carefully unfurled them, revealing a ring resting on his palm. "I want you to have it. Unless you don't like it. It's from 1984, and it's definitely vintage, so I won't be upset if you tell me you'd rather have something more modern." He was rambling, but you could barely breathe from the butterflies which were fluttering hard against your ribcage. "Maverick was holding onto her engagement ring for safekeeping. I had no idea until he heard me talking about how desperately I want to marry you."
"Bradley," you gasped, trying to hold back your tears as you sucked in shallow breaths. "Are you serious?"
You'd known him for less than a year, but you never felt this comfortable or safe around another person before. You never felt so loved. When he raised his hand a little higher like he was ready to hand you the ring along with his heart, he said, "I'm serious. You told me forever sounds good to you. It sounds good to me, too. I think we should do it. Will you marry me?"
There was really only one acceptable answer when you knew he belonged with you. When you were certain your future and his matched up perfectly. When there was no chance you could love anyone else like you loved him.
"Yes."
-----------------------------
Yes. Yes. Yesss! Thanks kiddos, for making it extra special. I don't think any of them will be surprised to find their teacher sporting some new jewelry at school. Bradley plus Gorgeous equals forever.
PART 27
@hotch-meeeeeuppppp
@solacestyles
@daisyhollyxox
@blog-name6996
@bcon24
@avada-kedavra-bitch-187
@katiebby04
@marantha
@averyhotchner
@abaker74
@heli991113
@k-k0129
@noz4a2
@shanimallina87
@ccbb2222
@xoxabs88xox
@thedroneranger
@cherrycola27
@fanboyswhore9
@xomrsalliej4787xo
@desert-fern
@horseslovers2016
@mattyskies
@hookslove1592
@blahehblah
@sadpetalsstuff
@local-spidey
@schoollover
@lex-winchester
@nicole01-23
@jessicab1991
@happyrebelruins
@samsgoddess
@bellaireland1981
@sagittarius-flowerchild
@mygyn
@yuckosworld
@daggerspare-standingby
@nessjo
@trickphotography2
@lyn-js
@furiousladyking
@godsfavoritebabe
@bethabear12
@halo-mystic
@sherlockstrangewolf
@theamuz
@khaylin27
#bradley bradshaw x reader#rooster imagine#rooster fanfiction#rooster x you#rooster x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw imagine#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw fanfiction#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw imagine#bradley bradshaw x you#bradley bradshaw#bradley bradshaw fic#bradley bradshaw fanfiction#top gun imagine#top gun maverick imagine#top gun fanfiction#top gun maverick fanfiction#roosterforme#yours truly bradley bradshaw
713 notes
·
View notes
Text
School Time Crush
(College Au)
Vi x Fem!Reader
Basically under her tough and flirty exterior Vi is a dork.
This is my most UNSERIOUS fanfic to date so please for the love of god donât take this seriously. I just wanted something silly goofy to cope with what is to comeđ
Warnings:Cursing.
âSo⊠midterms⊠crazy right?â Vi said awkwardly as she walked alongside you, her hands in the pocket of her favorite jacket. You smiled with a slight exhale from your nose before glancing at her from the side.
âVery.â You responded as you shifted your bag to a bit of a more comfortable position. You and VI haven't always been friends, you met in a math class that you both had to take and happened to sit together. From then on youâve gradually hung out more and more outside of classes, and outside of the context of school in general.
âSo I was thinking.â She began, tilting her head to the side a bit as she looked at you. She used to have such a tough extortion around you but as you got closer you watched as it practically melted away. Sure she could hold her own in a fight but on the inside she was such a softie, whether she wanted to be or not.
âThatâs dangerous.â You joked as you stole another glance at her before looking back to focus on where you were walking.
âWe havenât hung out together in a while.â
âVi, weâre literally hanging out right now.â
âI know but, I mean really hanging out. Like go somewhere with a purpose of doing something.â She said, her hands remaining in her pockets as she gestured with them.
âWow you have such a way with words.â You said playfully.
âShut up, you know what I mean.â
âMaybe I do, maybe I don't.â You teased with a shrug which earned a sarcastic yet lighthearted eye roll from your friend. Before you could continue your conversation a different voice came into the conversation,
âVi!â You heard someone call out from not too far away. You hung around Vi enough to be able to recognize that voice without a second thought, powder, Viâs sister. She ran over to you two, her hair in her usual semi-long braids, her clothing covered in paint and dust from other artistic mediums.
âDidnât mean to interrupt your date with your girlfriend, I just got a call from-â She spoke as she finally got closer.
âSheâs not my girlfriend.â Vi quickly interrupted to which Powder replied even faster,
âYeah whatever, long story short I need you to come with me, right now, letâs go.â She said hastily as she grabbed her sister's hand.
âIâll bring her back in one piece for you I promise.â She said as she turned to you with a salute. You couldnât help but laugh at her antics. You watched as Vi was dragged away, with a small wave you then turned to other things.
As Powder dragged Vi away, she turned to her sister.
âYou still havenât asked her out?â She stopped short, placing her hands on her hips as she looked at her older sister.
âNo but I was getting to thatâŠâ Vi argued slightly, crossing her arms in front of
herself before Powder shook her head.
âYeah okay.â She huffed, clearly not believing Vi in the slightest.
âI was-â She cut herself off with a sigh, realizing it wasnât worth arguing with her sister before continuing, âWhat did you even drag me away for?â Vi asked, looking down at her sister a bit.
âRight so crazy story, your friend Jayce, he lost his phone so he asked Viktor to ask Ekko to ask me to ask you to help him with his math. He said it was super urgent.â
Vi simply stared at her sister with the blankest of blank stares.
âThatâs it?â
âYup.â
âSeriously?â
âMhm.â
âNothing else?â
âNothing else.â
âViktor was right there and he decided to ask for meâŠâ She said, almost as if she was disappointed in his critical thinking skills. She sighed, leaning her head back a bit before looking back at her sister. She then quickly looked back to where she had been standing with you just moments before, without this interruption she would have already asked you out, or tried to at least.
âWhatever, fine Iâll help him.â She sighed and begrudgingly made her way to the library where she knew Jayce stayed from open to close when he needed to finish work. He was a very academically bright man, books were his strong suit and so was troubleshooting projects. Anything else though? Not a singular clue in the world. Vi was very much the opposite, she didnât care much for books unless she had to, and even then they were her favorite. So the two of them together created one averagely intelligent person.
Which is why she was so shocked he asked for her help and not his boyf- his friend Viktors help.
When she finally met up with him, they got right to work, and almost just as soon as they started they quickly realized they werenât going to actually be able to get any of this done. Vi couldnât focus, she was more focused on being able to ask you out. Her mind raced with possible ways to go about it and none of them seemed just right. In a momentary lapse of judgment, Vi turned to Jayce and without a single ounce of hesitation asked,
âHow do you ask a girl out?â
Silence. Complete silence fell over the two.
âYouâre asking⊠me?â Jayce asked while pointing at himself before looking behind him as if there couldâve been anyone else she was asking.
âDuh Talis. You asked Mel, didnt you? How did you do it?â She asked, completely disregarding the work she had in front of her. Figuring out a solution to her dilemma was much more important.
âWell I wouldn't say I asked her out, it was more of a âwhat are we?â Kind of a situation.â He explained, avoiding eye contact with Vi the whole time as she exasperatedly put her head down on the table, her hands clasped together in a plea of desperation.
âAny words of wisdom, any at all, just give me something here pretty boy and Iâll ACTUALLY try to help you with your work.â She pleaded, which was a fairly rare sight.
Jayce knew this which made it too tempting to not say no. So he agreed, albeit reluctantly as he knew there was fuck all he could actually help with but god damn it he was going to try.
âOkay, so have you ever heard of the shoulder touch?â He asked, his hands clasped together in front of his mouth as he looked towards Vi like some evil mastermind.
Vi raised an eyebrow at him, immediately regretting her decision to ask him.
âNo. No I havenât.â
It was fairly straight forward, all she had to do was put her hand on your shoulder and say âheyâ. An immediate guaranteed swoon, as Jayce put it. Vi decided that was enough evidence for her and made her exact plan to try and ask you out.
Luckily it wasnât long before she got to see you again and she immediately attempted to put the plan into action.
âRemember what he said, gotta go slow, canât rush or itâll be awkward.â Vi thought to herself as she walked up to you, trying to look as casual as possible.
âWait why the fuck am I taking advice from Jayce of all people he canât even-â
âHey Vi.â You said which quickly snapped her out of her thoughts. She hadnât realized she practically made her way right in front of you as you stayed leaning on the wall behind you.
Perfect opportunity.
You looked at her confused as she suddenly took her hand out of her pocket and reached towards your shoulder and leaned forward just the slightest bit. What she didnât account for was how much farther away you were than she thought, she was so focused on not fucking up that she managed to mess up the simplest part.
Standing close to you.
She quickly stopped herself from falling forward as her hand slammed against the wall behind you, saving herself from a fall as well as managing to repurpose her shoulder touch to something that looked equally purposeful.
âHey.â She greeted calmly as if she meant to do that the whole time. In your eyes, it went incredibly smoothly except for that split second where she looked terrified that she was falling forward.
It was then that Vi realized.
What does she say now?
Immediately all the confidence she held on her face disappeared as she simply looked at you, then the wall then back at you as if some answers would just appear.
âAre you okay?â You asked, a little concerned by her sudden change in demeanor.
âWould you maybe wanna go on a date with me, at some point, some time.â
âSuch a way with words.â You laughed before nodding with a smile.
âShut up you know what I meant.â She rolled her eyes.
#unoislazy#x reader#fanfiction#fanfic#xreader fanfic#fanart#i love my wife#idk how to tag this#arcane x gender neutral reader#arcane x y/n#fanfic arcane#vi from arcane#arcane x you#vi arcane#arcane x reader#i love arcane#arcane vi#arcane#jayce talis#arcane jayce#fuck you jayce#x female reader#x fem!reader#x reader fanfiction#x readers#vi x reader#i love vi#vi x y/n#vi x you#vi specifically
586 notes
·
View notes
Text
MAKE IT EASY : ÌÌâ STEVE HARRINGTON
ă»â„ă»part 1ă»part 2 â„ă»3.8k words
Summary: steve asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a family dinner. the problem is: after all is said and done, he gives you the cold shoulder. have you done something wrong?
requested by my beloved @stevebabey đ„ș
a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble, and now, oh well...I had to split it into two parts. here we go.
ă»â„ă»
It was the epitome of a terrible idea.
And it had started that day.Â
The very moment Steve walked into the diner your family owned, you knew something was wrong. Not that it was uncommon for Steve to visit you at work â not at all. In fact, it was almost a weekly occurrence, the highlight of it, in fact, for you; the odd part was that Steve never showed up alone, without at least a few of the kids. On that Wednesday night, he was not only alone but also strangely nervous.
You rarely saw Steve get nervous. His confidence was as much a part of him as his signature perfect hair. But tonight, his hands fidgeted with the edge of his jacket, eyes darting around the diner as if searching for an escape route. He looked like he was trying to convince himself to leave.
Weird.
"Steve," you greeted him with a warm smile, hoping to ease his obvious tension a little bit as he approached the counter. "You look like you've seen a Demogorgon."
It was supposed to be a joke. You only felt comfortable saying that now because â luckily â things had been quiet at Hawkins. It had been a long time since you and your friends had to deal with one. But something about Steve's demeanor really made you wonder if there was more to this visit than just a friendly catch-up.
He tried for a convincing chuckle, but it came out tinged with a hint of sadness instead. "I wish," he said, and then quickly shook his head, "Actually no, of course not. I kindaâŠThere's something I wanted to-"
You furrowed your brows, concern knitting your features together. At this point, Steve's tension seemed to be rubbing off on you.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine, justâŠcan we talk?"
"Of course."
He glanced around the diner, gaze briefly flitting over the empty tables and the neon glow of the jukebox. "Not here," he murmured, voice barely audible above the din of conversation and clinking dishes. It was a busy night, despite being Wednesday. "Can you, like, take a break?"
For Steve, of course you could.
Curiosity mingled with concern, and you followed his lead, stepping out into the cool night air. The streets were bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, casting elongated shadows that danced upon the pavement. You leaned against the side of the building, your eyes fixed on Steve, awaiting an explanation for his beyond unusual behavior.
He raked his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit that seemed magnified in this moment. "Look," he began, his voice tinged with a vulnerability you hadn't heard before, "I need a favor- a big one."
Oh, Jesus. "Steve," you placed a hand over your chest, breathing a sigh of relief. "For a moment there I thought you were going to say something terrible. A favor? C'mon, sure. What do you want me to do?"
Steve's eyes met yours, his gaze earnest andâŠvulnerable?
"I... I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend... Just for one night!" he quickly added, like he was afraid you might misinterpret his request, say no even before he could finish⊠but no, of course you wouldn't. Far from it.Â
Who wouldn't want to date Steve Harrington?
"But why would you-"
"My parents," Steve interjected, tone deeply tinged with unease, "they're in town."
"Oh." Steve rarely ever spoke about his parents, and their mere presence seemed to have stirred a sense of apprehension within him. "Are they still... difficult?"Â
You knew you were touching scars, deep scars. You made sure to be gentle.
Steve sighed, gaze fixed on the ground.Â
"Yeah, you could say that," a hint of frustration colored his voice, as if he were carrying on his shoulders the weight of every little judgemental glare they had ever sent his way. "Nothing I do is ever enough for them. They've always been focused on money and success. To them, that's the measure of worth. And because I don't fit their mold of the perfect, ambitious son, they treat me likeâŠwell, you know how they treat me."
Indeed, you knew.
Steve looked like he didn't know you were unable to say no to him.
And that's how you put yourself into one hell of a mess.
+
It's Saturday night and you're standing in front of the mirror, desperately trying to zip up your stupid dress. Why anyone would put a zipper in the back of a dress, in the most difficult possible place for a person to reach on their own, is something you are unable to fathom.
But then again, maybe you're the stupid one in this story, you think bitterly, since it was you who chose the dress with the zipper in the back in the first place.  Â
Why are you trying so hard, though?
"I'm not," you tell yourself out loud, stubbornly.
There is a big pile of discarded clothes on your bed that says otherwise. Â
With a feeling akin to fear bubbling in your stomach, you glance at the clock. It's almost seven. For fuck's sake.Â
You're late.Â
Steve will arrive soon, and you are apparently unable to close the damn zipper of your own dress, no matter in which awkward positions you try twisting yourself intoâŠyou just can't reach it.
The doorbell rings.
The world is truly a dark place, isn't it?     Â
You freeze. It can only be Steve. Shit, shit, shit! For a moment, you consider the idea of simply not opening the door, turning off the lights and pretending you never agreed to take part in this madness that is dining with the Harringtons.
HA! As if you'd really be able to turn your back on Steve.Â
You take a deep breath, accepting the battle you just lost, and decide that your only and best option is to simply open the door and ask Steve for help â mortified or not. With no choice but to leave the dress with the zipper still open and your back somewhat exposed, you quickly walk to the door to open it.
"Sorry, I'm late," you say, a little out of breath. "I had a little problem with the dress and I... flowers?"Â Â Â
Flowers, for sure. Steve holds a beautiful bouquet of red roses. He looks at you for a moment, then his eyes run over the partly open dress and your exposed skin for a couple of seconds too long to be accidental. You swallow thickly.
"Yeah I..." he shakes his head, a little uncomfortable standing there, and then his eyes meet yours. "The flowers are for you. Do you want me to...?" he mimics the motion of closing a zipper.
You feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but there is no choice but to accept. You look at him, a mix of gratitude and nervousness in your eyes. Â
"Yeah, that would be great," you reply, stumbling over the words.Â
If he notices, he doesn't say anything. Â
Steve comes closer and hands you the bouquet, your fingers briefly touching his. You catch a whiff of his cologne â citrusy fruit and wood notes â as you turn around, brushing your hair away from your neck.   Â
For a moment, Steve does nothing, and you wonder if he is just figuring out the best way to close the zipperâŠor something else entirely.Â
His touch ghosts down your bare back before his hand finally, finally finds the zipper. Slowly, he pulls it up, inch by inch, and you hold your breath for a moment, lost in a feeling your best friend is definitely not supposed to evoke in you. You feel the dress tighten, fabric adjusting to your body, his fingers inevitably brushing your skin and sending unexpected tingles up your spine. You try to ignore the trail of electricity left by the tip of his fingers as you turn to face him, eyes finding his.
"There you go", he murmurs, taking his hands off you and taking a small step back. "You look very... girlfriend."Â Â
You laugh.  Â
"Thank you", you say softly, your heart beating faster. "You also look very boyfriend."
A small smile plays on Steve's lips, a flush creeping up his cheeks. Or maybe it's just the cold night breeze coming through the open door... Â
Steve's gaze drifts to your lips and lingers there for way too long to be accidental. He is so close that he starts crushing the bouquet between the two of youâŠ
Something clicks inside of you. Common sense, perhaps.
"Thank you... for the flowers."
The spell breaks; he moves away so fast that you almost drop the flowers on the floor.  Â
"Yeah, uh, no problem," he says quickly, regaining his composure. "Ready to go?"
Disappointment stabs at you, but you try to hide it. Maybe you imagined too much, read signs where there were none. Â
"Sure. I'll just put the flowers in a vase."
It's an excuse to catch your breath. You walk to the kitchen, put water in the first clean container you find and put the flowers in it. Deep breaths, deep breaths.
Your heart is racing and yet nothing has happened. It's just dinner, you tell yourself, I've had dinner with Steve and the others before. It's just dinner. Â Â
So why did you try so hard to look beautiful? insists the other voice in your mind. You decide it's best not to answer.
"You okay?"Â Â
Steve is at the kitchen door, all concern and soft brown eyes. You must have taken too long.
"Yes, I'm fine," you reply, forcing a smile to calm your own anxiety. "I was just taking care of the flowers. Ready to go?"
Steve nods. A gentleman, he opens the car door for you to get in. It's a short drive to the Harrington house, and you take the opportunity to try to calm your nerves. Looking out the window, you watch the city lights blinking as you approach your destination.
You look at him. You have the impression that Steve is driving slightly slower than necessary.
"Can I ask you something?" you say, unsure.
Steve briefly glances at you before returning his attention to the road, looking so stiff you're under the impression he might break his back at any moment.
"Sure, what's up?"
"Why did you ask me to pretend to be your girlfriend? I mean, I understand the part about your parentsâŠbut why didn't you bring someone you're actually dating or something?"
There's a brief moment of silence before Steve responds, his voice a bit softer.
"Actually, I'm not really dating anyone at the moment," he admits. "And when my parents mentioned the dinner, I kind of panicked. I didn't want to show up alone and face more questions about my life, you know?"
"I know," you respond, understandingly. "And why did you choose me specifically?"
He looks away for a moment before answering.
"Because you're perfect," he says, finally looking back at you. Then quickly, as if he only just realized the words slipped out on their own, he adds, nervously staring back at the road, "I mean, my parents, they... you're perfect for them. They're going to love you."
You feel a mix of surprise, satisfaction, and confusion with Steve's response. You try not to read any deeper meaning behind the words, telling yourself not to notice how he quickly tries to disguise them.
"I see," you reply, although you don't really understand anything. Steve seems to say one thing when he means another. "Well, I hope I can do well. I mean, I'm not very convincing when I lie."
Steve smiles briefly and nods.
"I'm sure you'll be great. Just... be yourself."
You appreciate Steve's vote of confidence and focus on staying calm as the car approaches the Harringtons' house. Although there's still a lingering questioning in your mind about Steve's earlier response, you decide to set it aside for now and focus on the immediate task.
Steve parks the car, and you both step out together. Nervousness returns as you approach the front door. You exchange a quick glance with Steve, seeking mutual encouragement.
As you walk toward the house's entrance, Steve's hand finds yours. He gently squeezes it, and you're not sure if he's trying to convey or seek comfort himself. You don't mind anyway.
The door opens, revealing Steve's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington. As you prepare to enter their house, they cast evaluative glances your way, as you had expected. Mrs. Harrington's smile seems a bit forced, while Mr. Harrington maintains a serious expression you can't even begin to try to read.
It's not like you expected anything different.
"Mom," says Steve in lieu of a greeting. "Dad."
"Steve, you finally made it," says Mrs. Harrington, her tone somehow a mix of relief and disapproval. "And this must be your... girlfriend."
Steve maintains his composure as he introduces you, although you can sense a slight tension in his shoulders. It's only when he says your last name that Steve's parents' gazes turn into something completely different, almost a scientific interest.
Hawkins is a small place. Your parents' business is respected enough in town.
All eyes turn to you, and you try not to show the insecurity you feel inside. Mr. Harrington studies you for a moment, his penetrating gaze seeming to assess your suitability for his son.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Mr. Harrington," he finally says, extending an unusually large hand for a formal greeting.
You shake his hand firmly, trying to convey a confidence you're not quite sure you feel. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Harrington. Thank you for the invitation."
Mrs. Harrington still seems a bit unsettled but composes herself as she invites you inside. You're making your way toward the dining room when you feel Steve's hand intertwine with yours again, and when your gaze meets his, he's smiling.
Thank you, he mouths.
You smile back.
During dinner, you make an effort to be as pleasant and interesting as you can possibly be in the eyes of Steve's parents, responding politely and trying to find points of common interest. In turn, Steve makes an effort to showcase his worth, defending his accomplishments, however small and sharing his plans for the future, painting an image of maturity that, you can tell by the look in his parents' eyes, they were not expecting.
Throughout the evening, you realize that although Steve's parents are demanding and neglectful in many aspects, they also seem to have their own insecurities and concerns. They want the best for Steve, even if their way of expressing it is at leastâŠunusual.
As the night progresses, you find yourself navigating this strange family dynamic better and better, to the point where Steve's parents' attention is fully on you, and it doesn't even feel that uncomfortable anymore. You even laugh at one point.
By the end of the dinner, as you two prepare to leave, you notice a very similar expression of relief on the faces of Steve's parents. They seem to have found some kind of approval in the way you both behaved together during the evening.
As you say goodbye, Mr. Harrington extends his hand again, but this time, his handshake is warmer, less formal, and Mrs. Harrington's smile almost seems genuine. Almost.
"It was a pleasure having you here," she says. "You should bring her more often, Steve."
You and Steve exchange a look of surprise. Had you somehow managed to create a connection with his parents?
As you walk away from the Harringtons' house, Steve's hand finds yours for the third time that night, and an optimistic part of you registers the fact that there's no one else here to see. He gently squeezes it, his brown eyes filled with gratitude when they meet yours.
"You were amazing," he says, genuinely smiling.
In the car, during the ride back, you both talk animatedly about the night and his parents' reactions. The tension from dinner seems to have diminished, leaving you both more relaxed and confident.
When you arrive in front of your house, Steve turns off the car and gets out to accompany you to the front door, even after youâ out of politeness, mind you â said it's really not necessary.Â
"You know, I didn't expect everything to go so well tonight," says Steve, with a playful smile. "I can't believe I'm saying this about a dinner with my parents, but thanks to you, it was even fun."
You laugh. "I kinda had fun too. I think we did better than we thought possible."
"You're amazing," he says again, and this time his voice carries a softer, more intimate tone. His eyes meet yours, shining, and you see admiration thereâŠmaybe, you dare to think, something even deeper.
The silence grows tense. Your heart races. There's something special happening between you, you know there is; this goes beyond mere friendship or pretending to be a couple for one nightâŠdoesn't it?
Are you imagining this?
"Steve..."
You can't finish before he's leaning in slowly, and you're almost certain his eyes are fixed on your lips. For a feverish moment, you think Steve is going to kiss you.
He tilts his head last second. You feel the softness of his lips brushing against your cheek a moment later, a light and brief kiss, mouth almost uncertain against your warm skinâŠ.and then it's over.
Steve pulls back slowly.Â
"Goodnight," he says, eyes soft, smile softer. "Thank youâŠfor today."
"You're welcome."
It's only when you enter the house that the dress dilemma comes to mind.Â
WellâŠshit.
The zipper at the back is still unreachable for you, and you can't undo it yourself unless you use scissors â which, considering the price you paid for it, you really don't want to do.
With few options and too much embarrassment, you decide to call Steve back while you still can.
"Steve?" you practically shout, your embarrassment immediately doubling. He's about to open the door of his trusted BMW when he turns to you, confused and unfairly handsome under the street light.
Suddenly using the scissors on the dress doesn't seem like such a bad idea anymore.
Well, too late.
"Could you, you know... " you ask, gesturing to the back of your dress, "help me with the zipper?"
His initial surprise quickly gives way to a nervous smile.
"Sure. What kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I didn't help?"
"I'm sure that's one of the many job duties."
"Definitely. And I strive to be a top-notch fake boyfriend."
He steps in. With the door closed behind the two of you, the atmosphere takes on a sense of intimacy and anticipation.
"I really can't reach the zipper," you feel the need to explain, even more flustered by his silence.
"No problem," Steve says with that gentle tone that makes your heart do funny things inside your chest. "Turn around."
You turn so that he can reach the dress' zipper, and now you're facing the large oval mirror in the hallway, with Steve standing right behind you.
He reaches out gently, his fingers lightly brushing the back of your dress.
Breathe in.Â
The temperature around you seems to rise a few degrees.
Breath out.Â
You feel the gentle pressure of his fingers as he starts to slide the zipper down. He touches your skin and you tell yourself that this is inevitable, that he didn't mean toâŠbut he lingers. Lingers just enough for you to tense up and let out a breathless sigh you certainly didn't intend to.
"Are you okay?" Steve asks, his voice soft, filled with concern. You know he's looking at you through the mirror and that's precisely why you keep your gaze on the floor. "Are my fingers cold?"
"No, your fingers..." your voice sounds hoarse. You clear your throat. "...it's fine, I'm okay."
I'm great. I'm more than okay. Nothing out of the ordinary happening here.
However, when the zipper seems to momentarily get stuck â because of course  it had to â the two of you exchange equally panicked looks through the mirror, though perhaps for different reasons. An uncomfortable silence fills the air as Steve tries to fix the issue.
"I'm... it's just... sorry, it seems to be stuck."
There's a moment of awkward silence as he tries to figure out a way to open the zipper. You can feel the tension in the air as he struggles to handle the situation.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" you joke, desperately trying to ease the tension.
Steve lets out a low laugh, his warm breath gently caressing your neck.
"Absolutely," he replies, his voice slightly husky. Then, probably without so much as noticing, he adds, "I've taken off many dresses before."
Oh.
"Steve-"
Steve doesn't give up. With skilled fingers, he adjusts the position of the zipper and makes another attempt. It moves.
"We're almost there," he murmurs softly, his voice close to your ear.
Finally, with a smooth motion, the zipper gives way, sliding all the way down. A sigh of relief escapes your lips, and you turn around to face Steve, finding his eyes filled with excitement.
"I did it!"
His enthusiastic smile soon gives way to something else as he realizes how close â and technically partly undressed â you are.
And close you are, so very close. Close enough that you and Steve are somehow breathing the same air now.
Close enough, you realize, that a slight tilt of the head and...you'd be kissing.
Kissing.
Did he notice that too?
You hold your dress up over your chest to make sure it doesn't fall because, wellâŠno matter how distracted you are, it's not enough that you'd risk a wardrobe malfunction that'll leave you standing there naked in front of Steve Harrington.
"...thanks," you manage a whisper, lips a hair's breadth away from his. You do know that Steve has no reason not to go now that dinner is over and everything went (surprisingly) well, but a part of you wonders if maybeâŠ
Steve's hands hover around your waist as if unsure of what to do next.Â
So close...
You hold still.
In that breathless silence, you're under the impression that Steve leans closer, even if just the slightest bit, maybe without even noticing.Â
"SteveâŠ" you slowly tilt your head to the side.
Steve's heart is pounding in his chest as he feels the warmth of your breath against his lips. Stop, he thinks. His eyes flutter closed, and Steve can't help but lean in just a little bit more.Â
He raises his arm as if to touch you, wanting to touch you, to hold your face, to bring you closerâŠbut he stops with one of his hands hovering near your cheek.
He pulls away with a gasp, his hands flying up to his face in shock. "I should-" he stammers. "I need to go."
Bam.
Door closed.
And just like that, he's out of the house before you can even open your eyes properly.
He justâŠpulled away.Â
What the hell was that?
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington oneshot#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington angst#steve x you#steve x reader#stranger things fanfic#stranger things imagine#steve harrington drabble
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
[IG] 241028 wonwoo left a comment on seungkwanâs post:
I no longer want to see my loved ones getting hurt. After observing everything that has happened, Iâve tried to suppress my feelings, thinking it would eventually pass. But now, I realize I canât just watch these situations unfold silently for my fans, my members, and my fellow artists who are working hard.
Being an entertainer is a choice I made, and while I understand that I must endure some pain due to the love I receive, I donât believe this profession should involve self-destruction. I want to do my best in my work and give back to the fans who support me, sharing the positive energy I can. The pressures and burdens I feel are immense, affecting both my body and mind.
Despite this, we must keep pushing forward. Some look at things rationally, others try to smile through the pain, and some are just enduring as best as they can. I accepted this responsibility when I chose this path, yet today feels particularly harsh and unfair.
Just as some days are bright and others are cloudy, today feels overcast for me. I wonder if I have ever truly tried to stay positive or smile through tough times. Today is not easy, and it saddens me to think of those who are hurting right now. It frustrates me that I canât comfort everyone, and I question whether my clumsy words can resonate or provide comfort to anyone.
I want to emphasize that my fellow members and those in the K-pop industry I know genuinely love this work. They hurt because they care, and even when they feel empty, they continue to give love to themselves, their members, their families, and their fans.
I want to make it clear: we are not people who can be easily judged for our journey. We have endured pain and challenges to show our best selves on stage, and we work tirelessly for that. Please donât underestimate what it means to be an idol.
We donât deserve to have our story treated lightly. This goes for all artists; we are not your items to be used at will. Just one week of music shows can leave us utterly exhausted. Yet, even amidst advertisements, events, and performances, I see colleagues smiling warmly and greeting me. When they do, I smile back, as that is the least I can do. Their simple greetings and heartfelt messages in albums give me strength on tough days.
I appreciate the culture of challenges, where friends, even those who donât know each other, can share dance videos together. Building small memories together is beautiful, and if it brings joy to the fans, even better. I hope we can all make an effort to be a little warmer. If we support and treat each other kindly, perhaps things can improve. Watching someone fall apart and give up is something I detest. My sincere wish is to stop giving wounds that we cannot take responsibility for. I donât want to see my members, fellow artists, or our devoted fans hurt any longer. I want to express my love and apologies to those fans who support us so warmly.
ww: As Seungkwan said, I hope this can be a world only full of warmth.
trans
821 notes
·
View notes
Text
Okay, so I was looking at @keferon's mecha pilot Jazz au, and I just had to write abt it because oml the angst
Also, keep in mind I haven written anything in a very long time
Prowl was still having a hard time wrapping his processor around it. His emotions were a hurricane of confusion, rage, and betrayal. As he stared down at the organic infront of him, he couldnât help the deep frown that formed on his faceplates.
âI guess this is a lot for you, huh Prowler?â
The organic stared back up at him with an apologetic smile. It rubbed the back of its neck awkwardly. Jazz was never awkward. At least, not that Prowl could tell. Though, it wasnât like Jazz had an EM field to show that.
âA human, you said?â
Prowl needed to hear it again to believe it. There was no way this tiny little bag of flesh had been controlling Jazz. No way it had been Jazz.
The organic nodded. âYeah. I know itâs probably very confusing, but imagine my confusion when I found out you were all actually sentient mechs, not pilots in mecha suits.â
This was indeed all very confusing, and yet it also made a little too much sense. It explained why Jazz had always felt so⊠hollow.
Prowl scoffed at the organicâs words. The implication that he was just some lifeless suit to be worn was insulting in the very least.
The organic seemed to recognize Prowlâs disdain, quickly revising his previous statement, âBut that makes so much sense now! It makes sense why youâre so expressive, and how you have all these little ticks and habits. Like whenever youâre flustered your wings turn forwards a little.â
It noticed? The organic took notice of his mannerisms. That would imply that it cared enough to pay attention to those things. Well⊠Prowl knew Jazz cared enough to notice those things, but this organic, this humanâŠ
It made Prowl think. Think of something other than the fact that his crush friend had just opened up, and a small organic crawled out of said friendâs chassis.
âProwl. Itâs still me. Itâs still Jazz. Iâm just⊠smaller.â
The organic was giving him a hopeful smile, its voice soft as if comforting a close friend. It made Prowlâs spark melt. A part of him wanted to take the small organic and hold it in his embrace for all eternity. He just wanted Jazz back.
But the other part of him wanted to squeeze the organic till it popped. He just wanted Jazz back.
Prowl glared at the organic, and its smile faltered. This sent a pang of hurt through Prowl, but he ignored the aching in his spark.
He turned to walk away. Being there talking to it wouldnât make things go back to how they were. Things would never go back to how they were.
âProwl, wait!â
Prowl turns to see the organic running after him. It gets to the edge of the table and tries to stop, but itâs going too fast. It stumbles, loses balance, and falls.
But Prowl is quick, and catches the tiny being in his servos. His expression is that of fear. He felt like he was about to lose Jazz. Again.
The organic smiles. âSo you do care about me.â
Prowlâs expression swiftly turns to annoyance. But⊠the organic did have a point, he had to admit.
Prowl began to look at the organic differently. Instead of being the parasite that crawled out of Jazzâs chassis, it was now what remained of said mech.
And maybe⊠just maybe⊠Prowl could get used to him.
576 notes
·
View notes
Text
Prettiest Witch at Hogwarts (Theodore Nott x fem!reader)
Warnings: small italian!thoe, friends to lovers, comfort, angst, cussing, flirting, bad writing
a/n- this was not a request, but I did have a really good time writing it! I love this fic so much for no reason
word count- 847
âYou, my dear, are the prettiest girl I have ever met,â Pansy said, dropping her voice an octave, reenacting what a boy had done to you today in an attempt to woo you. Her hand brushing your cheek the same way the boy had attempted to do makes you burst out in a loud laughter, causing the rest of the group to follow along.
âThe poor bloke! Did he seriously think that would work?â Mattheo cackles, wiping a tear from his eye.
âI swear, I can never get a break! You four are the only boys that donât chase after me!â You sigh, leaning back into the cushion of the couch, unbeknownst to you Pansy sends Theo a small smirk with raised eyebrows. Pansy was the only person that knew about your mild crush on Theodore Nott, your best friend. Pansy and Mattheo both knew that Theo has been in love with you for years. To everyone though, it was obvious that the lingering glances meant more than friends to the both of you.
The group decided to spend the rest of the night making fun of all of the boys that have tried to get with you since your growth spurt in 4th year.
âYouâre gonna let me take you out to Hogsmeade, right?â Adriand Pucy, a boy you have rejected over and over since day one, asks you, leaning up against the exit of the Slytherin common room.
âHavenât I told you no already today?â You reply, stopping and looking up at him with disgust present on your face.
âI know you donât have a date, so why donât you just give me a chance, let me take you out,â The boy says, pushing off of the wall in what was supposed to look attractive, ultimately failing in the end though.
âWho told you she doesnât have a date? Come on bella, lets go,â Theo says, slinging his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into him, engulfing you in the smell of his expensive-smelling cologne.
âOut of all the boys she could choose you really think sheâd pick you? You wouldnât even be on her top ten,â Pucy says, glaring at the taller boy.
âMerlin Pucy, have some self respect! If you ever thought you had a chance with me you certainly have less of one than before,â you say, giving him the dirtiest look you could possibly muster, and pulling Theo away from him and towards your dorm.
You knew Theo almost better than you knew yourself. Even though Theo was the most handsome boy in the school and had his fair share of women, you knew that the mean words Pucy had said would get to him atelast a little bit. He was a Slytherin, but deep down he was still the sensitive boy youâd known for years.
âAre you alright, Theo?â You ask, sitting on your bed and scooting over so he could have room.
âI should be the one asking you that,â He replied with a sad smile that didnât quite reach his eyes.
âYou know that Pucy is just an asshole right? You would definitely be in at least my top 3,â You say after a couple of seconds, attempting to lighten the mood and make him feel better.Â
âYou donât have to lie to make me feel better,â He says, looking at you with his sad blue eyes.
âTheo, Iâm not lying,â You answer, scooting towards him to show your sincereness.
âDid one of them tell you?â He says, hurt filling his eyes and his body language rigid.
âDid who tell me what?â You ask, putting a hand on his back to comfort him, his posture relaxing a little.
Theo looks up at you, his eyes softening a little, âYouâre so amazing,â He says softly after a couple of seconds of looking at you.
âOh come on Theo,â You say, blushing slightly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
âItâs true. Youâre so beautiful,â He says, putting some hair behind your ear, and giving you a smile, showing you his beautifully crooked teeth.
âAnd you are a flirt. To think youâd never chase after me,â You say, giving him the same smile.
âWould I- um, would I really be in the top three guys?â He asks, looking at you with a serious expression.
âI would date you before I even gave another guy even a look,â You reply, giving him a soft look.
âAre you sure about that though? You know Iâm kind of a mess up,â He says, looking away from you.
âIt means more to me that you think that Iâm amazing and beautiful. I donât think I would even be able to explain to you how it makes me feel when you call me by your stupid Italian nicknames,â You reply, waiting for an answer. You donât wait long and you donât get a verbal response. Theo pulls you in and gives you a soft kiss on your lips. Itâs not how he kisses girls at parties, itâs soft and full of love and adoration.
#slytherin boys#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theo nott x reader#theodore nott smut#theodore nott imagine#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott#theo nott#lorenzo zurzolo
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
ËâĄË RIIZE when you call them by their name
ᥣđ© masterlist genre crack, fluff pairing bf!riize x reader
áŻâ
SHOTARO
You were spending the weekend at Shotaro's house, but with your final exams approaching, you had decided to dedicate at least a few hours each day to reviewing your notes. Shotaro was totally fine with that, knowing how important those exams were to you. While you were sitting at his desk, deeply focused on your studies, he lay on the bed reading a manga.
âShotaro, can you pass me a pillow?â you asked, turning in your chair to look at him, massaging your sore back.
âHuhâŠ?â Shotaro looked at you, confused from the bed, but after a moment, he handed you a pillow.
Seeing his confused expression, you couldnât help but laugh. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing⊠I was just surprised you called me by my name. Did I do somethingâŠ?â
âOh! Did I call you that?â You giggled as you got up from the chair, walking over to the bed and flopping onto him with a small laugh. âSorry, honey, I was just too focusedâŠâ
âItâs okay, I thought you were mad at meâŠâ Shotaro mumbled, laughing as well while running his fingers through your hair. âAre you done?â
âNo⊠but Iâm going to take a break for a few minutes. I need thisâŠâ
áŻâ
EUNSEOK
You were so nervous. You had been dating Eunseok for a few months, but this was the first time youâd be having dinner with his family. For his birthday, Eunseok had invited you to the family dinner, and although you werenât sure about going at first, you ended up agreeing because you knew how much it meant to him.
During the whole dinner, you tried your best to make a good impression, and Eunseok was also making sure you felt comfortable by holding your hand under the table and including you in the conversations. When dinner ended, Eunseok stood up to clear the table, and seeing him, you did the same.
âLet me help you, EunseokâŠâ
âHuh?â You both stared at each other for a few seconds before heading to the kitchen together, carrying the dishes.
âWhat was that about?â Eunseok murmured as he cornered you in the kitchen, leaving you confused.
âWhat? Did I do something wrong?â You couldnât understand what had happened; you thought everything had gone well.
âYou called me Eunseok⊠Am I not your âloveâ anymore?â He said it so seriously that you couldnât help but sigh and laugh.
You cupped his face in your hands and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. âSorry, love, Iâm just really nervousâŠâ
âDonât worry, babe, youâre doing great.â
áŻâ
SUNGCHAN
Sungchan had been wanting to introduce you to his friends for a long time, but the opportunity never seemed to come up. After months of dating, one of his friends organized a party, and Sungchan thought it would be the perfect time for you to finally meet them. He had talked so much about them that you knew exactly who everyone was, and they were just as he had described, making it easy for you to chat with them.
Sungchan seemed really happy seeing you get along with his friends, but his smile faded when you turned to him to ask something.
âCan you come with me to get a drink, Sungchan?â
Though it took him a second to respond, he finally looked at you, confused. âSungchan?â
All his friends were staring at the two of you, as Sungchan spoke in a slightly worried tone.
âYou havenât called me by my name in so long⊠Am I not your babe anymore?â
You couldnât help but be surprised by his reaction, hearing his friends laugh in the background, clearly used to Sungchanâs behavior. A bit embarrassed, you grabbed his hand, laughing as you pulled him toward the drinks table.
âSorry, baby, I forgot. I didnât think youâd want me to call you that in front of your friendsâŠâ
âOf course I do, Iâm your babe...â
áŻâ
WONBIN
âWonbin!â
Wonbin had been in the shower for more than 20 minutes, and you needed to get in too since you both had to leave soon. You knocked on the door several times, calling his name repeatedly, but after minutes of no response, you sighed and sat down on his bed to wait.
A few minutes later, Wonbin finally came out of the bathroom with wet hair and a bathrobe wrapped around him. From the bed, you looked at him as you stood up.
âDidnât you hear me? Iâve been calling you for a whileâŠâ
âHuh? You were calling me?â Wonbin stepped closer, putting a hand on his chin, before looking at you with a playful smile. âI only heard you calling for some guy named Wonbin, but as far as I know, Iâm âBaby,â right?â
You couldnât believe what Wonbin had just said. After being stunned for a few seconds, you burst out laughing.
âDid you really not come out sooner just because I didnât call you BabyâŠ? AhâŠâ You sighed, smiling and shaking your head.
It was such a typical Wonbin thing that it didnât surprise you at all. Before you headed into the bathroom, Wonbin pulled you close and planted a kiss on your lips.
áŻâ
SEUNGHAN
You and Seunghan had spent the whole afternoon in bed watching one of your favorite series, cuddling and giving each other affection the entire time. You loved spending lazy afternoons like this with him, in his arms, enjoying the way his fingers gently stroked your hair.
Sometimes, it was hard for you to stay awake, and that was exactly what was happening at that moment. As Seunghan caressed your arm, you felt your eyes slowly closing.
Realizing you were about to fall asleep, you wanted to tell Seunghan to pause the show.
âSeunghan, Iâm getting⊠sleepyâŠâ
âSeunghan?â He quickly paused the series and looked at you, confused. âWhy Seunghan?â
You opened your eyes, noticing Seunghanâs pouty expression. You were confused for a moment but soon realized what was happening. Laughing, you gently stroked his cheek and kissed his hand.
âSorry, love, I was falling asleep.â
âMmm⊠I got worried,â he murmured, smiling again as he set the laptop aside. He snuggled up with you in bed and kissed your forehead. âLetâs rest now, love.â
áŻâ
SOHEE
You hadnât expected pet names to be so important to Sohee. You had started using them a few weeks ago, and honestly, you loved hearing him call you âbaby.â
You didnât think that forgetting to call him by one just once would affect him so much. You had called him by his name while you were shopping at a store, and when he came over to you, his face looked serious, a little down, which you found odd.
âIs something wrong?â
âNo, itâs justâŠâ
âCome on, honey, tell me.â
âI was just surprised you called me by my name, but itâs fine.â
You couldnât help but smile at how cute he sounded. Was Sohee really upset over something like that? You gently held his face in your hands to make him look at you.
âThatâs way too cute, honey⊠Iâm sorry, it wonât happen again, okay?â
Soheeâs sweet smile returned as he nodded, his eyes sparkling once more.
áŻâ
ANTON
You were really good at picking up when something was bothering Anton. You had met up with your group of friends to hang out, but for a while now, you could tell that Anton was being a bit too quiet.
Although he laughed at a few jokes you made or smiled when your eyes met, you could sense that something wasnât quite right.
At one point, you decided to take his hand and pull him aside for a moment to talk in private.
âIs something wrong? You seem a bit downâŠâ
âItâs nothing, just something silly,â he mumbled, avoiding your gaze.
âCome on, sweetie, tell me. Do you want to go home?â
âItâs not that⊠Itâs just that earlier, at home, you⊠well, you called me by my name, and I thought maybe you were mad at me or something.â
âOh⊠Did I? I mustâve done it without thinking. Iâm not mad, silly,â you said, smiling as you gently stroked his hands.
Hearing your words, Anton looked at you and let out a small sigh of relief before smiling again.
ᥣđ© masterlist
taglist: @regularsuh @gacktsa @totheseok @kkumistars @taroddori
@enhacolor @ladylilith @electric-hearts @astrobymarwa @layluv123
@sunflowers1610 @nctrawberries
#riize#riize imagines#riize scenarios#riize x reader#riize sungchan#riize shotaro#riize anton#riize reactions#riize wonbin#riize sohee#riize seunghan#riize eunseok#riize fluff#2amriize#riize one shot#riize one shots#shotaro x reader#sungchan x reader#eunseok x reader#wonbin x reader#seunghan x reader#sohee x reader#anton x reader#riize texts#riize crack
555 notes
·
View notes