Hanna 🎀

Hi everyone, and welcome to my world 🌈 where you'll find stories about anything and everything, because I admit I'm a hopeless romantic😍 (I love men, even though I sometimes dislike them💋💋). I hope you have fun. I'm new to this, but I love to write, and I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and I almost forgot, I also love to paint.🫶🏻🌷🌷🌷

[hannaaalovee]

Our Memories – Michael Jackson

Summary: They had planned a movie night since Michael was finally free from his busy schedule, but a thunderstorm rolled in without warning. Michael and his wife decide to look for candles to light up the rooms, but what starts as a search turns into a night of memories filled with laughter, nostalgia, and anecdotes that remind them of how far they’ve come together and what true love is.

Warnings: English isn’t my first language, and this is a very sweet chapter, so just enjoy it—I hope you like it.

🕯️ ────── 🕯️ ────── 🕯️

Michael was finishing up setting up the projector, while you finished arranging the blankets and pillows; you were both excited to spend a quiet night at home after being apart for so long due to Michael’s busy schedule.

The sound of the rain pounding against the windows began to grow louder until it was almost deafening, which was strange because it had started as just a light drizzle that afternoon, but this storm was undoubtedly going to be very strong, and that worried you a little. The last thing you wanted was for bad weather to ruin your plans, but even though you tried to stay positive, the strong wind and the lightning lighting up the sky made you doubt yourself.

Michael brushed your shoulder with his warm hand as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

—I think this is the worst storm we’ve had in months,— you said as you wrapped your arms around Michael’s, which were now hugging your waist. Michael rested his face on your shoulder and spoke.

—I’ve seen worse,— he said with a mocking smile.

—Of course you have, Mr. ‘I’ve seen it all,’— you said, rolling your eyes and trying to hide a smile that Michael caught.

—Hey, you’re offending me… don’t you know your wife, dear?— he said with feigned pride. —I’m very wise; you married a man of great experience,— he said as he pulled you closer to his body, making you burst out laughing.

—You’re impossible, Mikey,— you said as you caressed his hands on your waist.

Just before he could answer, a loud flash of lightning lit up the sky, but for some reason you couldn’t explain, your house was still dark, and a deep silence fell over you

—Mikey…?— you asked as you felt his grip loosen

—Yes?—

—I don’t know if I’ve gone blind…— you said as you looked around, —but can you swear to me that the power didn’t go out?—

—Hmm… I’m afraid so, my love,— he said as he tried to find you in the dark, but when a flash of lightning lit up the room, you just jumped up and grabbed him tightly around the neck, leaping on top of him

—It can’t be!— you said as you tried not to fall, —Why does this have to happen now?— you said as Michael let out a little laugh. It wasn’t a secret that you were a little afraid of the dark, and while Michael always respected that, at that moment he couldn’t help but smile at your reaction.

—It’s okay, princess,— he said as you slowly let go. —Let’s go find some candles and everything will be fine,— he said as he took your hands and kissed you on the lips.

—Oh, Mikey, you don’t know how much I adore you,— you said, smiling at him, —but wipe that smile off your face,— you said, causing his smile to widen, and you just gave him a little poke. —Stop teasing your wife.—

Trying to keep from laughing, he spoke. —I’m sorry… it’s just, haha, you should have seen yourself—you jumped like a cat,— he said as he tried to pull you into his arms again, and despite your best efforts, you let out a laugh.

—Enough already, help me find some candles,— you said with a smile.

—Okay. But first I need a kiss——when you said that, you just raised an eyebrow in confusion——What? It takes away my fear… it makes me brave.—

—What a strange excuse,— you said as you tried to find his face with your hands, —but it works——and before Michael could answer, you lifted his hands to his face and kissed him tenderly——Well… we can go look for those candles.—

—Of course we can,— he said, spellbound after that enchanting kiss

🕯️ ────── 🕯️ ────── 🕯️

You’d been holding Michael’s hand the whole time you were looking for the candles, but you couldn’t find any

—Why don’t we go to that cabinet?— you said, already exhausted from being in the dim light

—Because there’s nothing there, honey,— Michael said as he guided you. —Be patient; we’ll find them eventually.—

—You said the same thing twenty minutes ago, Michael——and just as you were about to finish your sentence, a loud BOOM!! echoed through the room——For God’s sake, Michael!— you said upon hearing a groan

—Ouch… I think I hit my head,— he said, rubbing his head

—You think so?— I say it definitely did,— you said as you rubbed his head. —If you’d listened to me, you wouldn’t have hit your head."

—Well... you can go if you want,— he said, trying to challenge you, though clearly this man wouldn’t let you take even half a step without him.

—Well... you know what? I’ll do it. I’ll go alone,— you said as you let go of his hand and headed off in another direction.

—Are you sure you can go alone?— he asked with a smile on his lips. You just ignored him, but when you felt something move, it wasn’t even a minute before you ran back to him.

—You know what… I think I’m too much of a coward to go alone,— you said as you took his hand again.

—I told you…— Michael said, smiling.

—But seriously, I remember seeing candles in there,— you said, convincing him, and after bumping into the furniture a few times, you finally reached the drawer. When you opened it, you spotted a candle. —Aha! I told you there was one here,— you said, sticking your tongue out at him.

—Yeah, yeah, you won,— Michael said as he watched you, his eyes lost in watching you clown around. He loved it when you simply acted like a little girl; that man forgot everything when he saw you having fun.

—MICHAEL!— you shouted, trying to get his attention. —Honey, you’re finally listening… look at this,— you said, pointing to a box, which he soon pulled out of the drawer. —What is it, honey?—

—I don’t know, it looks old,— he said as he lifted his face and looked at you. —Didn’t you put it here?—

—I don’t remember,— you said as he opened the box, and a silence filled the room when he did. —Michael… how are you going to see if you don’t light the candle?— you asked as you watched him bring the unlit candle close to the box to illuminate it.

—You’re right,— he said, realizing his mistake. —I don’t know what I’d do without you, honey.—

—You might have set the house on fire,— you said, laughing as you lit the candle.

—I love you,— Michael said, and before

he could say anything else, you kissed him. The kiss was slow and gentle, but when

Michael put his hand behind your neck, you knew it wouldn’t end anytime soon, so

you pulled away a little

—Can we see what’s inside the

box? I’m really dying of curiosity,— you said as you bit your lip

—Okay…— he said, sighing and

caressing your cheek, —but then we’ll finish this,— he said, looking at you, and you could only

nod with a smile on your lips. God had blessed you with this man,

and you couldn’t be happier

🕯️ ────── 🕯️ ────── 🕯️

With the candle now lit, you both

walked over to the blankets you’d laid out and sat down together, so the

cold wouldn’t freeze you. Michael wrapped his arms around you, while you began

to take things out of the box.

The first thing you took out was a

napkin with a number and a heart next to a small —MJ— written below—

—Oh! I remember that letter,— Michael said. —It was the first time I wrote to you.—

—I remember,— you said with a smile. —You gave it to me at that café.—

—You almost killed me that day.—

—I almost killed you because you rolled it into a ball and threw it at me,— you said, looking him in the eye. —You hit me in the eye—that just proved how bad your aim is.—

—Hey! I gave it to the waitress, but I threw it thinking it was trash,— he said, trying to make an excuse.

—Kitty… excuses,— you said, mimicking him, making Michael burst out laughing. —That’s what you get for having terrible aim.—

—But it worked; I won you over pretty fast,— he said as he took a bracelet out of the box. —Look at this; it was the first gift you gave me when we started dating.—

—Aww, you dressed up that day,— you said as you brushed it with your fingers. —I almost died of fright when I saw you with that beard and that big old man’s belly,— you said, laughing.

—You can’t deny it was a really good costume,— he said as he planted a kiss on your shoulder.

—It was… until you laughed and they recognized you.—

—Well, but while I was running around, you kept looking at the bracelet,— he said with a laugh, —and you got the best one,— he said before kissing you on the lips, but it didn’t last long once you saw something glinting.

—Look at this!— you said, taking it out of the box. —My perfume was here all this time. Why on earth was it here?— —Michael…?— you said, looking at him seriously. It was your favorite perfume, and the bottle was incredibly shiny.

—Oops… I took it when I visited your house,— he said, smiling shyly. —Your birthday was coming up, and I wanted to give you a nice gift… I thought it would be okay to give you a similar perfume, but I had to take it.—

—I thought I’d lost it,— you said, looking at the bottle. —Anyway, thank you. The gift was beautiful,— you said, cupping his face and kissing him.

—Oh, look,— he said, picking up a bracelet. —Here it is—you lost it the first time you slept over,— he said, making air quotes with his fingers.

—Why are you doing that?— you said, smiling, not understanding

—Because the last thing I did was let you sleep, doll,— he said, winking at you

Your face flushed immediately. —Stop saying things like that,— you said nervously as you recalled that night, and before Michael could speak again, you pulled out a letter that was buried under all the other things.

—I remember this letter,— Michael said, taking it from your hands, and when he did, something fell out of it. You picked it up and saw that they were old photos of the two of you. —It was our first date as an official couple.—

—It was the only time we went out without you having to wear so many disguises,— you said as you looked at the photos where he was wearing a giant hat and a scarf that he took off for the picture. —It was a beautiful night.—

—It certainly still is,— he said as he looked at you, because, although the photo was lovely, without a doubt the best part of it was that he saw that same smile on your lips every day, and he thanked God for being able to keep seeing it.

As you looked at the photo, you instinctively reached for Michael’s hand; the memory of that first date in the photo made your heart and eyes fill with tears.

—Hey, honey. What’s wrong?— Michael asked as he wiped away your tears.

—Nothing, it’s just that… it’s beautiful to have this,— you said as you dried your tears. —The best thing that ever happened to me was meeting you,— you said, smiling as he kissed you and wiped away your tears.

For a few seconds, neither of you spoke.

The rain kept pounding against the windows, and the candle’s flame flickered gently with each gust of wind. The box lay open on your lap, filled with little mementos that had survived the passing of the years.

—It’s strange,— you murmured as you looked at the contents. —When we put these things away, we never thought they’d end up here.—

Michael looked down at the box and smiled.

—I suppose not.—

You picked up the old napkin with his number written on it and let out a little laugh.

—Look at all this. A napkin, a bracelet, some photographs… they seem like trivial things.—

—But they’re not,— he replied softly.

You looked up at Michael.

—No, they’re not.—

Because every object held a moment. A conversation, a date, a shared laugh, a hug, or a promise made years ago.

Michael took your hand in his.

—Do you know what the best part of all this is?—

—What is it?—

—That the best part of us isn’t in that box.—

You looked at him, confused, as he wiped away a few tears from your cheeks.

—It isn’t?—

He shook his head.

—No. Because we keep creating new memories every day.—

You felt your heart swell with tenderness, and you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him.

After so many years, so many tours, trips, goodbyes, and reunions, I still found ways to fall in love with you just as easily as I did at the beginning.

—I think this has been one of my favorite nights.—

Michael kissed your hair.

—Mine too.—

—I love you, applehead,— you said as you kissed him.

—Applehead… it’s been a long time since I heard you call me that,— he said as he cupped your face in his hands and planted little kisses on it.

—I know… I just read it in that letter,— you said, pointing to it.

—Oh! I didn’t read it,— he said as he opened it and began to read, but as soon as he looked at it, his lips formed a mischievous smile. —Well… I remember perfectly how we ended that date,— Michael said with a mischievous smile. —Read it, honey, you’re going to love it.— Curious, you took it from his hands.

You had barely managed to read a few sentences when you quickly closed it, put it back in the box, and locked it. —Michael... you were so bold,— you said, blushing, while he could only burst out laughing. —Don’t laugh—if anyone reads those letters, they’ll think we spent all our time in bed,— you said, laughing. —No one should read them.—

—You’re right about that; they’re just for us,— he said as he moved the box aside and pulled you closer to him. —But one thing we can’t deny is that half the time I had you between the sheets,— he said, smiling mischievously and planting a kiss on your lips

—You’re impossible, Michael.—

—I know, but you loved it.—

—I definitely love you,— you said before the two of you closed the little space that remained with a long, sweet kiss.

In the end, the storm didn’t let up, the movie was canceled, but you two enjoyed your night, filled with laughter, letters from Michael, gifts from you, and lots of kisses… which, after a while, Michael turned into something more, but that’s a story for later…

🕯️ ────── 🕯️ ────── 🕯️

Hellooo, do you like this new writing style? I tried to switch things up a bit, I hope you like it. I’d love to know if you want a list of tags or have any requests. I love you all, remember to drink water!

@lov3lylxvender

@prettyangeliczz

@sarcasmismyfirstlove

I hope you enjoy it and don't mind the tags 💕💕

[hannaaalovee]

The Heroes of the Night – Jaafar Jackson

Summary: Your night in Japan was supposed to be perfect. A night out with friends, a few hours away from work, and a chance to enjoy the city. However, when plans fall through at the last minute, you find yourself resigned to spending the night alone in the hotel.

What you didn’t expect was for Jaafar and Juliano to show up, ready to save the night.

Warnings: English isn’t my first language, and all that’s left to say is that this is very sweet and that the masters

✿ • ─────── • ✿

Tokyo looked beautiful from the window.

The city lights illuminated the streets as if it were broad daylight. After weeks of interviews, events, and a packed schedule, you finally had a free night to enjoy without thinking about work.

And you were excited. Not only because you had time to yourself, but also because you’d met a group of girls you’d agreed to go out with that night to explore the city, so your moment of peace began at seven with a long, hot bath.

You were sitting on the bed next to your makeup to start getting ready when the door burst open.

“You know doors exist for a reason, right?”

“Yes,” Jaafar replied.

“And what is that?”

“So I can come in.”

You let out a laugh as you shook your head.

“Unbearable.”

“Engaged to an unbearable man, you mean.”

With a smile, you said, “You’ll have to learn to knock before coming in… what if I was naked?”—you said, staring at him for a few seconds.

“Since when would that be a bother to me?” Jaafar said with a smile, until you threw a pillow at his face.

“Stop being rude,” you said, turning your gaze back to the mirror.

Jaafar’s eyes roamed all over you, delighted to watch you put on your makeup and see you dressed like that… God, he could stand there forever.

“Wow.”

“What’s up?” you asked as you picked up an eyeliner.

“You really dressed up to go out with your new friends,” he said as a smile spread across his lips.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes... and you didn’t tell me,” he said, raising an eyebrow as his smile widened

Before you could say a word, a little head full of curls appeared behind Jaafar.

“I told you he was abandoning us,” said Juliano, putting on an offended look, which made you smile.

“That’s why you were so quiet, huh?” said Jaafar as he slowly approached you.

“Stop being so dramatic, nobody’s abandoning you,” you said as you stood up to look for some lipstick.

“Did you hear that, Juliano? You have time for new friends, but not for your future husband,” said Jaafar, pretending to be offended, which brought an even bigger smile to your lips.

“She’s already found a new family,” said Juliano, pretending to cry.

“It’s okay… we’ll find someone who loves us,” said Jaafar as he hugged him, and they both pretended to cry.

“Now both of you shut up and let me finish,” you said as you turned to look at them with a smile.

“Well… well, we’ll leave you to it,” they both said as they left. “In a few weeks, she’ll forget all about us,” they added before running off when they heard you coming up behind them. “What would I do without these two idiots?” you thought to yourself as you closed the door.

✿ • ─────── • ✿

You were all set; all that was left was to put on your coat and grab your things to head out, when suddenly your phone rang. You answered quickly when you saw it was them.

As you walked to the door, your smile faded.

“Oh… yeah, I get it,” you said as you let go of the doorknob. “Oh, of course not. I hope they feel better… see you soon,” you said before hanging up. You spun on your heels, hung up your coat, and sighed.

“Well, I can still go out with Jaafar and Juli,” you said when the phone vibrated; it was a voice message from Jaafar.

- “Princess! We’re going out to dinner. Have a great night,” said Jaafar

- “Don’t forget about us for too long. We love you,” said Juliano as they both laughed

- “I love you”—and just like that, the call ended, leaving a deep silence in the room. You were alone... so you just let out a sigh and got up to put on your pajamas and take off your makeup.

It’s not so bad... at least you have yourself,” you thought as you looked at the lights through the window, trying to cheer yourself up, but failing miserably.

✿ • ─────── • ✿

You were already in your pajamas when the door opened, causing you to turn around.

“So it was true,” said Jaafar, as you looked at him, surprised to see him there.

“What was true?” you said with a slight smile.

“You replaced us,” he said as a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

“And it didn’t even last one night,” said Juliano as he jumped onto the bed and sat down next to you.

You just laughed and told them what had happened.

“Okay,” said Jaafar as he got up from beside you. “Let’s go out,” he said, taking you in his arms.

“Yeah, we can go out and eat together, the three of us,” said Juliano as he jumped off the bed with a huge smile.

“Aww, my boys… I’m already in my pajamas,” you said, trying to make an excuse.

“Not at all,” said Jaafar. “You’ll go out like this. Besides, if anyone says anything…” He paused to think. “We won’t understand them because we don’t speak Japanese,” he said with a smile as he watched your face light up with a smile.

As they were getting ready to leave, Jaafar stopped you at the door, taking your hand.

“Honey…” he said, cupping your face in his hands, “I’m sorry you couldn’t go out with your friends.”

“It’s okay,” you said with a smile, “I’m with you guys… I’m with you, and that’s enough.”

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Jaafar said, planting kisses all over your face.

“We have to go now!” Juliano shouted from the doorway, making them break away from the kiss.

“That little guy is going to drive me crazy,” Jaafar said as he grabbed a scarf and wrapped it around your face. -“That’s better.”

✿ • ─────── • ✿

As they walked, Jaafar fell behind to tie his shoelaces, but when he looked up, he saw Juliano complaining about eating something spicy, then faking a smile and passing it to you—so that you’d be the one choking on it while he laughed.

And that’s when he saw you smile… you looked more radiant than ever, and he could definitely get used to that

“Jaafar!” they both shouted as they called out to him.

“I’m coming,” he said as he approached and took your hand; he was definitely proud of himself for asking you to be his wife… he couldn’t have made a better decision.

✿ • ─────── • ✿

Hellooo, it's been a while since I last updated—I missed you all so much!! I'll be uploading the first chapter of my fanfic in Spanish soon (I'll let you know when). I love you all, and remember to drink water!

@lov3lylxvender

@prettyangeliczz

@sarcasmismyfirstlove

I hope you enjoy it 💕💕

[hannaaalovee]

Hey there, I don't know if anyone here reads Spanish, but I was thinking about posting a Jaafar Jackson story on Wattpad—in Spanish only. Would you guys like to read it? (I'll post it anyway, but it would be nice to know if anyone's interested.) I'm also going to create a TikTok account to tell you a little bit about my fanfics. I love you all!

Are you interested in fanfiction in Spanish?

YES GIRL, do it!!

I think I can stick with English and tumblr

Voting ended onJun 8

[hannaaalovee]

You're the Dessert Now – Jaafar Jackson

Summary: It had been a really tough day for you, since you hadn't been getting enough rest because of all the work, but luckily for you, your boss had been on a business trip and, due to a problem with his tickets, his flight was delayed. So Jaafar decides to try to make it up to you tonight.

Warnings: English is not my first language, oral sex (female receiving) and sexual content. If you are underage, do not read this, but I know you will, so it will be at YOUR own risk.

♡ ────── ♡ ────── ♡

You were fast asleep when the taxi suddenly braked. You couldn’t blame him—the city where you lived was a total chaos of people, especially at this time of the morning, when many of the locals were on their way to work. Except for you—you’d gotten up very early that morning for that meeting with your boss, but he never showed up because his flight had been delayed. And even though you were grateful, you cursed him for not letting you know in time.

You’d been working really hard this week to get everything done on time, but with his flight delay, everything had been pushed back to the next date, so as much as you wanted to curse him, you had to bite your tongue and just say a little “I’m so sorry about that; I’ll be ready for the next meeting”—clearly you weren’t going to be ready; you were just going to focus on sleeping and spending time with your boyfriend, Jaafar, whom you hadn’t been able to see for more than five minutes all week, and God knows how much you missed him.

As soon as the taxi pulled up in front of your building, you ran toward the elevator. The moment you stepped out of the car, you were already dreaming of lying in bed with Jaafar and not waking up until Saturday, but when you got to your apartment, you found it empty, and curiosity got the better of you... until you remembered that Jaafar would be busy with a lot of interviews that day, and even though he had invited you to join him, you had to say no because of work. And even though you had time to change your mind, your bed started calling to you, so you decided to go to sleep.

You put on your pajamas again, brushed your hair, took off your makeup, and just before going to bed, you texted Jaafar

- “Hi, honey, I’m home again”—you didn’t expect an immediate reply because you knew he’d be busy, but he didn’t take long to answer

“Hi, my princess, what happened? Are you okay? Do you need me to come pick you up?”-

- “Yeah, I’m fine, honey. My boss’s flight was delayed and the meeting ran late, so I’m going to get some sleep. Sorry I can’t go with you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s boring here anyway, LMAO.”

“Get as much rest as you can now. Do you want me to bring you anything as soon as I get home?”

“You could bring me fvbhn”—you tried to reply, but your eyes started to close and before you knew it, you fell asleep

“I guess I’ve lost you now. Rest, my love. I love you”

♡ ────── ♡ ────── ♡

Jaafar had come home earlier than he expected, so he decided it would be nice to cook something together—provided you were awake, since you hadn’t responded in hours.

When Jaafar walked into the house, he noticed that it was deathly quiet and the lights were off. He didn’t know how long you’d been asleep, but it must have been quite a while. Without making much noise, he entered the room and saw you… you were lying face down on the bed, one arm sticking out from under the covers, and the rest of your body tangled in the sheets. When he saw you, he could only manage a smile.

And he watched you for just a few seconds. Days had gone by with them barely crossing paths for a few minutes between meetings, calls, and commitments. But seeing you there, at peace for the first time all week, made him feel a small sense of relief in his chest.

He walked over to the bed and sat down next to you, running his hands along one of your legs.

“Hi, honey,” he said slowly. “I'm home... are you going to eat something?” When he noticed you weren't responding, his hand moved from rubbing your leg up to your back, caressing it until, little by little, your eyes opened.

You stretched a little before realizing that Jaafar had returned. “Hi, my love,” you said with a yawn as you stretched out your arms and pulled him toward you.

“Have you eaten anything?” Jaafar asked as he wrapped his arms around you, and when he heard you say no, he kissed your shoulder and said, “Stay in bed; I’ll cook for you tonight.” You smiled and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips that almost made him melt.

Jaafar wasn’t much of a chef in the kitchen; you knew it and he knew it, but he had an idea: pasta with cream sauce. It wasn’t difficult, and he knew it was your favorite. So without thinking twice, he grabbed the ingredients and started cooking.

♡ ────── ♡ ────── ♡

Jaafar was finishing up serving when he heard you coming down the stairs, and the moment he looked up, oh my God, he thought he was going to lose his mind right then and there.

You were wearing one of his T-shirts—it was a bit old, but you liked it because it was comfortable and warm, so you used to wear it as pajamas. But it had been so long since I’d seen you like that... just out of bed, disheveled, wearing his clothes, and above all... it had been so long since I’d seen you so calm, and Jaafar could only think one thing: I want to make love to you right here, he thought as he bit his cheek, trying to push those thoughts aside.

“Is everything ready?” you asked as you walked over to him and gave him a warm smile.

“Yes, my love... I was just about to call you,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you on the lips. “I hope you like it. I know it's not much, but—” And you kissed him before he could finish speaking.

“It's okay, anything you do for me is fine,” you said as you gave him another kiss and pulled away to take the plate in your hands. “Fine for you, but I'm starving—let's eat!!” you said, smiling at him and making him laugh.

♡ ────── ♡ ────── ♡

The meal had been amazing, but after eating so many savory dishes, you really wanted dessert or just something sweet, so you asked,

“Jaafar... honey, do we have anything sweet for dessert?” Jaafar looked at you and smiled.

“I think there’s some chocolate; I’ll get you some,” he said before getting up and rushing back as fast as he could. “Here you go, love.”

“Thanks,” you said as you opened it and took a bite. Just before taking another bite, you looked at Jaafar and said, “Aren’t you going to have any?” “Just a little,” you said as you cut off a piece and offered it to him, but he just shook his head

“I have another dessert in mind,” he said with a mischievous smile that made your cheeks flush

“Stop being so silly,” you said as you smiled and gave him a little push, and he grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him

“I'm not kidding,” he said as he smiled at you and pulled you closer. “I missed you so much, and seeing you like this now... so calm... God, I don't know if I can take it anymore, sweetheart,” he said as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t do that...” you said, making him lift his face to look at you. “Don’t hold back anymore... I need you too,” you whispered, and that was his cue to take you by the legs and guide you toward the bedroom.

Along the way, your clothes slowly disappeared, left scattered on the floor. When Jaafar arrived, he simply kicked the door shut and laid you down on the bed while kissing your neck.

“I missed you,” he said as he planted a kiss on your lips. “I swear to God *kiss* I was going to die *kiss* if I couldn’t have you *kiss* for one more night * kiss* just for me,” he said as his kisses trailed downward. “I don’t want it to be just like this; I want it to be special,” he said as he took your legs in his hands, spreading them apart, and before you could say a word, a gasp escaped from the depths of your throat the moment the wetness of Jaafar’s tongue brushed against your entrance.

That man couldn't wait any longer; every part of him was craving you, to a degree even he couldn't comprehend. You had driven him mad—or perhaps hypnotized him—but having you all to himself, completely his, was consuming him.

And as you writhed between gasps and moans, Jaafar could only focus on enjoying as much of your flavor as he could, so one of his hands released your leg and placed it over his shoulder, then he placed a finger at your entrance while sucking on your clitoris with just enough pressure to drive you wild, but without making you come just yet.

His finger slid in and out of your entrance until he added another one, causing your back to arch. It got even worse when a single moan—mmmgh—made your whole body tremble, causing him to let out a soft laugh. You could have sworn you’d go crazy if he didn’t move faster, so you guided your hand to his head and, as best you could, steered him until your legs trembled and your whole body released.

When Jaafar looked up, you could see the sheen on his lips, a small trace of the fluids from what had been your orgasm, but without thinking too much about it, you kissed him on the lips; it was a sweet kiss that showed just how much you’d missed him these past few days. But soon that kiss turned into a muffled moan when you felt his first thrust.

“I felt it, baby,” he said as he ran his hand down the back of your neck. “I didn't want to catch you off guard. I'm sorry,” he said as he kissed your face.

“No... mmmg ah... don't stop,” you said between moans, so without further ado, Jaafar began a slow back-and-forth motion, which soon turned into slow but powerful thrusts—so powerful that you could have sworn you were seeing stars.

“You're... ahh. You're squeezing me so tight,” he said as he left little marks on your neck and breasts.

“Don't stop... I'm close,” you said between moans as you wrapped your legs around his waist, and that was his cue. Jaafar began thrusting faster, kneeling on the bed and holding you in his arms to get a better angle.

And God, you felt like you were seeing heaven the moment he adopted that new angle; it didn’t take long before you both reached orgasm, letting out a deep moan. You could feel him throbbing inside you, filling you with his semen; you clung to him as best you could while he laid you back on the bed, remaining on top of you.

“I love you,” he said as he stroked your head and kissed your lips, neck, and shoulders. “I'm sorry if I was too rough.”

“It was perfect,” you said with a giggle. “I think I'll start working twice as hard if this is my reward,” you said with a mischievous smile as you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him.

“I don’t know if it was a reward, but definitely—” and before finishing his sentence, he looked you up and down, “—you were my best dessert, sweetheart,” he said, biting his lip, making you blush and let out a laugh that was like music to Jaafar’s ears.

The week had been tough for both of them, but this was undoubtedly worth every second he hadn’t been able to hold you in his arms, and now that he could, he wasn’t going to let you go all weekend.

♡ ────── ♡ ────── ♡

“Jaafar,” you whispered, “I can't feel my legs.”

“You said it might be rough,” he said as he kissed your neck.

“Yeah... but I thought you'd give me a break for a while,” you said with a sigh.

“Mmm, I don't think so,” he said, continuing to kiss you. “I've got you all to myself this whole weekend,” he said with a smile. It was definitely going to be a very long night.

♡ ────── ♡ ────── ♡

Hey there, I'm back, haha. I'm really sorry for the delay—it's hard to come up with the scenarios. I hope you really like it. I'd love to know if you want me to make a list of tags; let me know if that's what you'd like.

Remember to drink water. I love you all.

@lov3lylxvender

[hannaaalovee]

A Paper Love –Michael Jackson

Summary: Michael has decided to take a break since he’s been feeling overwhelmed, but what if his beautiful wife wants to cheer him up… Will she be able to do it?

Warning: English isn’t my first language, this is very sweet, and I hope you like it—there’s nothing else to say… enjoy it

୨୧ ───── ୨୧ ───── ୨୧

Michael had been resting all day, but he was really looking forward to nightfall so he could go to bed—not because he was tired, but because he’d been bored all day... plus, he really wanted to spend some time alone with his wife, and when he finally got into bed, she wasn’t there

“Where on earth has that woman gone?” Michael wondered as he picked up a book and read, hoping his wife would come to bed at some point, but the hours passed and passed, and Michael was getting nervous. Where could his wife be at this hour? It’s late and cold—she couldn’t have gone very far, he thought, wishing only to have her there in his arms while he planted little kisses on her face. Those were the beautiful moments when Michael truly relaxed and no one could disturb them.

So the need to look for her began to take over his mind, and just as he was about to get up, a paper airplane landed right on his head. He would have complained if he hadn’t been so focused on finding his wife, but when he picked up the airplane, he saw something written on it.

“To find the next clue, go where tired feet climb searching for dreams.” Michael read that and his mind went completely blank, so he read it again and BAM!!

“The stairs!” he said, jumping out of bed, and just as he reached the steps, another plane flew in and landed on one of the stairs. Without thinking twice, he went down and grabbed it.

“I have hands but cannot hold you… yet I watch every second bringing you closer to me.”—Well, the riddles were definitely getting harder, so after thinking for a few seconds, he knew.

“To the living room...” he whispered, but before going downstairs, he went back to the bedroom and looked for his robe; it must be freezing down there because of the cold. Once he had everything, he hurried downstairs. “Let’s see what you have here,” he said as he inspected the watch they’d been given as a wedding gift. But who would give a watch as a gift? “Well, your grandmother. And how could you say no to such a sweet old lady? Although she’s saved Michael from falling asleep many times.” “Here you were,” she said, taking the paper in her hands.

“Some say I can see the future… but tonight I only see a beautiful person searching for love.”—and a smile spread across her lips as she realized what it was: a crystal ball that a boy had offered her, and she’d been too sweet to say no, so she’d bought it. When Michael arrived, he found another note on the shelf, and upon opening it, he read

“Second star to the right and straight on ’til morning… your next clue hides where boys never grow up.”—a laugh escaped him, and he quickly made his way to the library. There was the Peter Pan book you’d given him on your first birthday together; he didn’t usually celebrate those occasions, but when he saw you with that beautiful smile, he couldn’t resist. Besides, the gift you gave him afterward wasn’t bad at all—he’d do it all over again every day,” Michael thought, biting his lip to hide a mischievous smile as he remembered that night. But when he heard something fall to the floor, his thoughts cleared.

He took the note and read what appeared to be another clue: “Warm lights, sweet aromas, and something made with love await you, my Peter Pan.” —and that was all it took for Michael to smile and open the kitchen door, finding you in your most beautiful pajamas, sitting at a table with candles and a big, delicious slice of chocolate cake. “There you were, my love,” he said as he hurried over and took you in his arms, while you could only laugh and hug him back with the same intensity.

“You found me...” you said with a smile. “Well, Mr. Jackson, would you like to share this delicious slice of cake with me?” you asked as you pulled away from him, but still kept your arms wrapped around his neck to stay on tiptoes.

“Mmm, I think so, my lady, but first I have to do something.” Before you could ask what, he lifted you up in his arms and sat you on the table. “You’re going to freeze your feet if you stay barefoot, doll,” he said, winking at you, which just made you blush.

“I love you...” you said with a smile, “and I wanted to do that because I know it was a tough day... I hope you had fun.”

“I only need you to have fun, nothing else,” he said before closing the distance with a kiss.

“Mmm... do you think we could dance a little?” you whispered against his lips, making him laugh.

“If you cover those feet,” he said, resting a hand on your thigh, “of course we can.”

“You have no idea how much I love you, Michael,” you said before jumping off the table and running to find some slippers. “Well, Mr. Jackson, are you ready to lose?” you said defiantly.

“Hey! I thought we were going to dance together,” he said, laughing.

“Oh, well, that can wait until after I beat you,” you said, even though you knew that man would win anyway; all you wanted was to see that beautiful smile on his lips, which didn’t last long because you made him fall in the middle of the dance. “Michael!! Honey, I’m so sorry,” you said, trying to take his hand, but as soon as you did, he pulled you down next to him.

“I think I feel better this way, my love,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you, letting you rest on top of him.

“You're such a fool,” you said, laughing.

“But you still love me,” Michael said as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“And you have no idea how much,” you said, closing the gap between you with a sweet, warm kiss. Then the two of you spent the night dancing and eating cake. The next day, you both had colds, but that’s a story for another day...

୨୧ ───── ୨୧ ───── ୨୧

This is the first time I’ve written about Michael, and I really hope I did it right, because this man deserves it. I hope you enjoy it. Remember to drink water, everyone.

[hannaaalovee]

Our secret... just for tonight -Jaafar Jackson

Summary: Jaafar’s choreographer keeps putting pressure on both him and Juliano (poor little angel), so Jaafar just sinks deeper into a state of intense stress that he tries to hide. But one day, Susie causes it all to come pouring out and explode at her. Will Susie be able to forgive him... or maybe he’ll have to do more than just apologize...

Thank you @lov3lylxvender reading and supporting me, I hope you like it, kisses

Warnings: English isn’t my first language, so I might write another part. This chapter contains sexual scenes; if you’re underage, don’t read it, but I know you’ll do it anyway, so do so at YOUR own risk.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

Jaafar and Susie had been seeing each other more and more often since their last date; they were growing closer, and for Jaafar, this was the best thing that could happen to him. Being with her was his greatest escape—a time when it didn’t matter if he made a mistake. She would just laugh, bringing a smile to his face, and that single sound kept Jaafar smiling all week long... Or well, that was until now.

“Enough is enough. If I keep seeing this, I’m quitting,”—“I wish you would,” thought Jaafar, who just sighed, already irritated—“What’s wrong with you, boy?” “Have you been wasting my time with your mistakes... where’s your head, huh?” he said, looking at him seriously, while Jaafar just stared back and bit his tongue to keep from snapping at him.

“I’m sorry...” he said, lowering his head.

“Your complaining won't solve anything. Let's try again,” he said, gesturing to hit play on the music. “Juliano, let him practice on his own.” The music started, and Jaafar began his dance. He was doing an incredible job—his movements were fluid—until a sharp pain in his ankle made him stumble. “Here we go again...” said the choreographer, rubbing his head. “What's going on?” “You’re distracted, and I don’t know if you realize it, but you’ve been ruining everything, kid...” As the choreographer spoke, Jaafar began to sigh, and his mind was flooded with thoughts—from feeling like a failure to wondering why the hell he kept trying... but that stopped when he saw her... Susie had a huge smile on her face as she danced with some kids and goofed around, but the moment didn’t last long

“So it’s her… she’s the distraction,” said the choreographer as he watched her, causing Jaafar to look down again. “You have to stay away from her.” Before Jaafar could protest, he spoke again. “If you don’t, I’ll talk to the producer, and you—along with your incredible uselessness—will have to leave here… or what?” “You think I'm going to let you waste my time?” he said, stepping closer to him and pressing his finger into Jaafar's shoulder. “Get this through your head... my time is money, and your mistakes are starting to piss me off. And if you don't stop focusing on that girl, I'll make sure she leaves—or you do... I'm sure you know what's best for you.”

And even though Jaafar wanted to punch him right then and there, he chose to clench his fists and squeeze them tight before blurting out, “I’m sorry, sir… I won’t do it again—and so it went for the rest of the day... shouting and shouting that only caused Jaafar even more stress, as he counted down the minutes until he could get out of there, but in the middle of the dance he made another mistake, and before the choreographer could open his mouth, Jaafar spoke

“YES... I know I messed up!” he said before anyone else could speak. “I don’t need you to tell me.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“Or what?! Are you going to call me useless or a brat again?” he said as he stepped closer, coming face to face with him. “Or are you going to give me the same bullshit about timing?” You know what? He was right. I’m getting the hell out of here right now,” he said as he retraced his steps and left the studio, leaving everyone behind as they called after him again.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

Susie was saying goodbye to the last child and closing the door when she saw Jaafar come out of the studio; the shouting caught her attention, so she moved a little closer

“Hi,” she said with a smile on her lips when she saw him after so many hours. “How are you?” —she tried to say before Jaafar walked past her without even turning to look at her, and Susie could only stand there. But come on… Susie wasn’t going to stay silent, so she grabbed her things and went after him

“What's going on?!” she said as she ran down the stairs behind him. “Jaafar, what's happening?” she said, grabbing his arm, which caused Jaafar to jerk away.

“Don't touch me!” –he shouted, but as soon as he saw Susie, tears welled up in his eyes– I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I didn’t want to… I’m sorry, this isn’t a good time –he said, struggling to speak–

“It's okay,” said Susie in that sweet, understanding voice that Jaafar loved so much. “Let me help you... let me take you home, okay?” she said with a sweet smile as she hailed a taxi and they both got in.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

When the elevator came to a stop, they both stepped out in silence and headed toward Jaafar’s apartment. He opened the door and let her in. This was the first time she’d been inside, and she could swear on Annie and Lisa’s lives that she’d wanted to come in—but for a different reason—because the moment she set foot inside, everything went to hell with a single question.

“What happened in there?” Susie said as she approached Jaafar, trying to figure out what was going on, but as soon as she finished the question, Jaafar exploded.

“What the hell do you care?” he said, turning abruptly and startling Susie. “I’ve been surrounded by questions and complaints all day, so if you’re going to stay, do me a favor and keep your mouth shut,” he said, rubbing his face with his hands.

That response only made Susie frown. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she said in a voice not as sweet as the one Jaafar knew. “I’m trying to understand why the hell you ran off, and that’s your only answer? I’m supposed to be okay because I care about you, so—” Before she could finish her sentence, Jaafar spoke up.

“I've been making one mistake after another all day!” she said as she looked at Susie and her eyes began to fill with tears. “I'm so sorry if I can't explain what's happening to me, because even I don't understand it—all of this... it's all just overwhelmed me. I need some peace, Susie... I need a little peace...” “That’s all,” he said as the tears began to well up. “And if I’m like this, it’s because of you. You distract me; I make mistakes all the time… I shouldn’t have talked to you; we should never have gone out. All of this is my fault—everything… the mistakes, the pain, everything…” he said as tears streamed from his eyes. “I’m a failure…” —he said in a final whisper before Susie could hug him, but he pulled away—I need to be alone, Susie—and without another word, he left... he didn’t expect her to understand; in fact, he expected the opposite—he expected an insult or for her to just walk away—but as he locked himself in the bathroom, letting out all his frustration, he heard the door close, and damn it... That’s when he realized he’d screwed up big time... he’d lost her; he’d lost Susie.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

But in reality, no matter how angry Susie was at hearing all those complaints, she couldn’t help but think of Jaafar’s tears; she had never seen him like that before. That boy was always all smiles, and seeing him like that broke her heart. So, before going to find him, she decided to give him some time alone while she went to find out what on earth had happened.

It didn’t take her long to reach the studio, and trying to go unnoticed, she walked in and then walked right back out when she saw that the choreographer she’d seen several times before was very angry, so she subtly called out to Juliano.

“Hey... hey!!” she said, trying to get Juliano’s attention, and when she couldn’t, she took a piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at him. Juliano turned as it hit him and, looking to see where it had come from, saw her. With a smile, he hurried after her.

“You’re back!” he said as he hugged her.

“Yeah… but I’m sorry it’s not for a good reason,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him. “What the hell happened with Jaafar?” she asked as she let go of him, and they both sat down in another spot out of that man’s sight.

“He got into an argument with the choreographer,” said Juliano. “They yelled at each other because he said Jaafar was useless and that you were distracting him, causing him to make mistakes,” he said as he looked at Susie, who was gradually getting angrier and angrier.

“That can't be!” she shouted, causing Juliano to cover her mouth and then let go. “He can't call him that—who does he think he is?!” “That old moron,” said Susie angrily. “What kind of professional insults his students... oh no! This isn’t going to end here... tell me, did he insult me too?”

“Well, it wasn’t an insult, but—” Juliano began, not wanting to finish.

“But what? You can trust me, Juliano. I won’t say a word,” said Susie in a sweet voice.

“You called me a stupid brat when I messed up a step,” he said, looking at his hands in embarrassment, and Susie saw the sadness; it was as if she were seeing Jaafar again.

“I’m going to kill that guy,” she said as she stood up and stormed into the studio, slamming the door behind her. “Who the hell do you think you are?!” " said Susie as she pointed her finger at the guy, who just looked at her.

“Let me ask you the same thing—who do you think you are, barging in like that?” And before Juliano could open his mouth, Susie spoke.

“I'm this boy's tutor,” she said as she approached the man, “and if I ever hear you call him a stupid brat again, I'll make sure you're banned from teaching.” “And how are you going to do that, you brat?” the choreographer tried to say, but Susie cut him off “I’m Susie Montclair, daughter of one of the best choreographers in the United States, and if you interrupt me again, I’ll hit you—got it?” she said, leaving him speechless. “Now my visit is over. Juliano, take me home. We’re leaving, and I never want to see you again,” she said before leaving hand-in-hand with Juliano

“Seriously, is your father Montclair?” Juliano asked as they walked down the stairs.

“Of course not. My father was an elementary school teacher named Joel Bennett,” she said, making Juliano smile. “I barely knew how to do Michael Jackson’s moonwalk, but it worked to shut him up...” she said, making the boy laugh, which also brought a smile to her face.

When Susie arrived, she didn’t see Jaafar anywhere, so she decided to make him something for dinner, since it was very late.

When she finished setting the table and preparing the food, she went upstairs, and when she saw a closed door with the light on, she knew he was there. She knocked once, but since he didn’t answer, she decided to go with Plan B.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

Jaafar was sitting on the floor, resting his head against the wall, when a note slipped under the door: “Dinner’s ready, can you come down? I’m really starving”—the heart drawn underneath made him smile. He got up from the floor and opened the door, expecting to see Susie. He was surprised when he didn’t find her, so he went downstairs, and when he reached the living room, he saw her; she was finishing setting a glass

“You came down…” she said with a slight smile. “I’m sorry if it’s not much; I didn’t know the restaurants closed early,” she said as she saw Jaafar slowly approaching.

“It’s okay… it looks good,” he said as he sat down on the floor, followed by Susie. He could have sworn an hour had passed before he spoke, but only five minutes had gone by. When he turned to her, he said, “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I shouldn’t have blamed you. This was all my fault. I made the mistakes and almost lost you,” he said, looking her in the eyes, and Susie just smiled.

“You weren’t going to lose me...” she said as she rubbed Jaafar’s cheek with her hand. “I know you’re stressed, and it’s understandable. That guy is an idiot, and if I were in your shoes, I think I would have gone crazy,” she said, smiling. "But what you’re carrying is hurting you... and I don’t want you to go through this alone, that’s why I’m here, and even though I’m a little upset, I’m not going to leave you when I know you’re suffering so much—and before she could finish, Jaafar kissed her.

“Thank you,” he said as he pulled back slightly from her, “thank you for forgiving me even after I acted like such an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot… and don’t ever call yourself that again,” said Susie, making Jaafar smile.

“Okay, I promise,” he said before kissing her again, but this time with greater intensity, as his hand slid down to her lower back, but she pulled away. “What’s wrong?” he said, taking a breath.

“You have to eat...” said Susie. “I don’t need that right now—I need you,” said Jaafar, and that was all Susie needed to press her lips against his again and let Jaafar lift her onto his lap. As he trailed his kisses down Susie’s neck, she began running her hands over Jaafar’s chest, reaching the hem of his shirt; without another word, she pulled it up and took it off, but she wasn’t the only one, since Jaafar’s hands slid under her shirt, beginning to lift it up, and they continued like that until every piece of clothing ended up on the floor.

Now they were both completely naked. Susie was on top of him, completely naked and at his mercy... and God, Jaafar could go crazy right now, especially when Susie started moving on top of him, rubbing her entrance against his penis...

Ah... mmm... are you sure you want this? Jaafar said as he ran a hand through Susie’s hair

“Jaafar... I need you,” she said as she pressed a kiss to his lips, which was quickly replaced by a gasp when she felt Jaafar begin to massage her clitoris.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he whispered in her ear as he rained kisses on her shoulder.

“Please... please, Jaafar,” Susie said as she moaned, “I need you...” Jaafar needed no further words to lift her up and thrust himself inside her, and God, if he hadn’t been so focused on not hurting her, he would have come right then and there.

“If it hurts, we’ll stop,” Jaafar said, about to kiss her, when Susie began to move on top of him, causing him to let out gasps. “Ahh, ahg... princess,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to his body. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said as one hand slid down to Susie’s leg and began to help her bounce even faster.

Jaafar... ah ah mmm...—Susie tried to speak, to tell him everything was fine, but it was hard to talk now, and seeing her stumble made Jaafar let out a mocking chuckle—

“It's okay, princess, I know what you mean,” he said as his hand moved upward, reaching her most sensitive spot, where he began to massage her clitoris. “Use me...” let me make it up to you for hurting you, my love..." said Jaafar, letting Susie take control of the movements. Without stopping her hip thrusts, Susie wrapped her arms around Jaafar’s neck as she felt his penis throbbing inside her, signaling that his orgasm was near.

Jaafar couldn’t take it anymore; between Susie’s movements and her kisses… that man was going to lose his mind, so before letting his orgasm come, he wrapped an arm around Susie and, with his other hand, began massaging her clitoris in search of greater pleasure for her. He knew he was doing it right when he felt her start to squeeze him.

“Are you close, my love?” he asked, but Susie could only nod, before Jaafar grabbed her by the nape of her neck, pulling her hair to expose her neck, which he licked and kissed, leaving marks that would take time to fade. “Let me help, okay?” he said as he lifted her slightly, leaning her against the table and beginning to thrust into her faster.

After a few minutes, they both reached their first orgasm together, and as Jaafar wiped away a few tears that Susie had let slip, she spoke. “You’re the best… and you don’t need anyone to pressure you,” she said, resting her palm on Jaafar’s face. “But please, when something happens… tell me. I want to be there for you.”

“I don’t want to burden you with that...” Jaafar said as he sat back down with her still on top of him.

“It’s not a burden... and if I want this to continue,” she said, cupping Jaafar’s face with both hands, “I want to be a part of your good times and your bad times.”

Jaafar just smiled and kissed her. “You know I won’t leave you alone, right?”

“I don’t want you to… I want you to ruin me, Jaafar,” said Susie, making Jaafar laugh as he kissed her again, because this definitely wouldn’t be the last night they’d spend together—because this was just the beginning…

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

Hi, it's me again. I hope you like it. I feel like it wasn't the best, and this is the first time I've written smut featuring this guy (I promise to improve). I love you all! Remember to drink water.

[hannaaalovee]

As Long As It’s You – Jaafar Jackson

Warning: English isn’t my first language, some slightly risqué thoughts (not too much—I want to keep you in suspense, girls), open ending (there might be a Part 3).

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you like it. Love you @lov3lylxvender

Summary: After their last encounter, Jaafar and Susie decide to go on a date after rehearsal, but what if Jaafar starts putting too much pressure on himself, retreating into his own world? Will he make it to the date? Or maybe a little Cupid can save him... again...

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

Jaafar was rushing up the stairs; he had fallen asleep after staying up later than he should have practicing, plus a certain woman was starting to take up a lot of space in his thoughts, but we can’t blame her entirely—Jaafar was starting to demand too much of himself, and that was beginning to show in his lack of sleep and the pain in his feet and body. There’s no time for pain, “This has to be perfect,” Jaafar thought as he felt a sharp twinge in his foot while climbing the stairs.

But as he was rushing by, he paused for a few seconds as he passed in front of Susie’s studio… and there he saw her. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail that was slowly starting to come undone, as she danced, showing her dancers what the new choreography would be. But for Jaafar, everyone else ceased to exist, and for a second he allowed himself to lose himself in the sway of her hips, which was starting to drive him crazy—just the thought that perhaps he could be the one holding her hips and swaying them while Susie simply sighed, letting herself be carried away by his movements—

“If you stare at her too long, she'll disappear...” said a little voice, snapping Jaafar out of his rambling thoughts.

“It's you who'll disappear, for not knowing how to recognize people...” said Jaafar as he turned to look at Juliano, who merely pursed his lips, clearly showing his confusion. “Shorty...” he finished, trying to tease the boy.

“Hey, don't call me that!!” said Juliano as he gave him a light tap on the shoulder.

“I should say that and more... you forgot to tell the girl I liked,” said Jaafar as he turned his gaze back to Susie.

“How was I supposed to know it was her?” Juliano said, realizing who he was talking about. “You can’t describe people… so technically, it’s your fault,” Juliano said with a smile. “And you still owe me the chocolate.”

“I should kick you instead of giving you chocolate.” Before they could finish the sentence, they were both called over by the choreographer, who peeked in and looked at them, warning them that if they didn’t go in, they’d have to dance longer. “You’re off the hook this time.”

“Yeah, right,” Juliano said, teasing Jaafar.

“Shorty,” Jaafar said as he ran, hearing the youngest one start to chase him as they played.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

Susie was really excited, and not just because she had a date for the first time in a long while—and with someone so handsome, no less—but also because she’d landed an extremely important project where she’d be the choreographer for a very well-known artist. So she gathered all that excitement and focused on coming up with her best ideas to make sure everything went smoothly. She also decided to cancel some of her classes so she could leave early and have time to rest and get ready for her night out.

“Hey, sweetie...” said a soft voice that Susie recognized. “We're friends and I love you, but I'm sure you didn't tell us sooner just because you wanted to rest... Come on, tell us what's going on,” said Lisa, Susie's friend, while her other friend listened intently.

“Okay, okay... fast-forward the hours because I'm going out with someone tonight,” said Susie, unable to finish her sentence as her friends began jumping up and down and laughing with excitement.

“It's been so long since we've heard you say that!” said Annie, laughing. “Tell us who the lucky guy is! Do you have a picture? Do we know him? Is he handsome?”

“Whoa, whoa, so many questions!” said Susie, smiling. “I’m not going to tell you yet because I’m just getting to know him, but he really is handsome and has a beautiful smile,” said Susie, smiling as she remembered him.

“Hmm... let me be skeptical,” said Lisa. “It’s not that I don’t believe you, but your definition of ‘handsome’ is usually a bit strange,” she said, pulling faces as she remembered the last guy Susie had dated.

“Oh, come on, he wasn’t that bad!” said Annie, trying to lighten the mood.

“It’s true... he wasn’t bad, but he was a horrible person,” said Lisa, remembering how much Susie had suffered in that relationship, but when she felt Annie nudge her, she looked at Susie, who was staring at the floor. “Hey... I didn’t mean to sound mean. You’re my friend, and I don’t want to see you get hurt by another horrible guy,” she said, rubbing Susie’s shoulders.

“I have a feeling that won't be the case,” said Susie as she looked at her friends.

“Listen, whatever happens, we'll be here,” said Annie, smiling at her.

“And no matter how the date goes, if you want to get out of there, just call us and we'll come rescue you,” Lisa finished.

“Aww, I love you guys!!” said Susie before giving them both a hug. The others could only be happy; Susie was a talented and super loving woman, so as long as they could take care of her, they would do so without hesitation. “But you have to go now. The kids will be here soon, and I want them to be comfortable. Plus, I have to organize the bags of candy.”

“You’re replacing us with kids? You’re cruel,” Lisa said, laughing.

“You work so hard for them, so you don’t have to worry—those kids adore you,” Annie said as she kissed Susie on the head and walked away with Lisa.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

“You've been checking your phone every five minutes,” Juliano said, noticing how distracted Jaafar was. “Is something wrong?” he asked, making Jaafar smile and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I asked her out,” he said, making Juliano smile, “but I don’t think we’ll be able to meet… at least not today. There’s so much to do, and time isn’t on my side.”

“Come on, Jaafar, I’m sure you can do it,” Juliano said, trying to encourage him, but all he got was a faint smile.

“I know, but it’s really hard, and I don’t have time to waste,”

“Maybe you could take a break,” Juliano said, seeing that Jaafar was truly exhausted, “and then you could go out with her. I’m sure it’ll do you good. Or if you’re really tired, I’ll ask my mom to make you some soup…” “That always works for me,” said the boy, bringing a smile to Jaafar’s face.

“What would I do without you...” he said, making Juliano smile. I’d be feeling pretty lonely, thought Jaafar, because even though things were intense, Juliano was the one who brought him the most companionship and smiles... it was like having a friend or maybe a little brother to share his mischief with...

“Guys, break time is over,” said the choreographer. “We have to get back to work.”

Susie was a little worried; the hours had flown by, and before she knew it, she was running late, so she hurried home, jumped in the shower, and took a relaxing bath.

When she was done, she stepped out wrapped in a towel and, staring at her closet, thought, “What on earth am I going to wear?!” It was no surprise she didn’t know—the last time she’d gone on a date had been years ago, and with a guy who, you could say, hadn’t been the best person. Susie had really suffered a lot during their relationship, because even though she tried to leave many times, she ended up forgiving him… more times than she could count. “Enough of that,” Susie thought. “You need to focus on what to wear.” So, without overthinking it, she grabbed a pair of blue jeans, a comfortable T-shirt, and put on a sweater.

“Okay, now for the hardest part,” she said, looking at herself in the mirror. “We've got to figure out how to style this,” she said, pointing to her hair. “You can do it, Susie. You can do it.” A few hours later, she was ready, so she grabbed her phone, ready to text Jaafar or wait for a message, but when she turned it on, she found nothing—just a blank screen.

The hours passed, and soon the sun set, letting the moon take center stage. Meanwhile, Susie was sitting on her couch, and it would be nice to say she was just relaxing there, but in reality, her mind was racing, wondering why he hadn’t written to her and we can't judge her; after being alone for so long, she finally decided to go out and found herself in this situation—she'd gotten her hopes up again... until the phone rang; out of the corner of her eye, she saw it was Lisa calling

“Hey, sweetie!! Tell me, did you go on your date yet?” Lisa asked cheerfully, but her cheer quickly faded when she heard a sniffle.

“Lisa... you were right, I shouldn't have agreed to anything,” Susie said, staring at her hands and sniffling, trying to ease the knot in her stomach.

“Aww, sweetie, maybe... maybe he’s just running late,” Lisa said, trying to ease her discomfort. “Listen, I know I messed up with what I said, but I don’t think he’s standing you up... just give him a moment,” Lisa said, while Susie could only listen and take refuge in her friend’s support. But what had really happened to Jaafar?

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

“Damn it!” Jaafar said, frustrated.

“Why don't you get some rest... you'll hurt yourself,” Juliano said in a gentle voice.

“There’s no time to rest! This has to go right,” he said in a loud tone, startling Juliano. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just that… there are a lot of people out there waiting for this to be amazing. I’ll just stay a little longer and then I’ll rest. I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said, embarrassed.

“It’s okay… it’s fine,” Juliano said with a huge smile. “I’ll go now. Promise me you’ll rest,” he said, holding out his pinky finger, bringing a smile to Jaafar’s lips.

“It’s a promise,” Jaafar said, standing up to his height and hooking his pinky finger with Juliano’s. Juliano smiled, but before leaving he said, “Oh, I have to go to the bathroom,” but in reality he took Jaafar’s phone and went to Susie’s studio to look up her number, which was listed in a schedule guide, and texted her:

-Hi Susie… it’s Jaafar. I’m really sorry I didn’t text you sooner. Do you think you can come to the studio?

-I got held up and couldn’t make it out… I hope you can come

And without another word, she returned to the studio, leaving Jaafar’s phone behind and saying goodbye to him.

A few hours later, Susie arrived at the studio; to say she was upset would be an understatement, but she decided she could give him a chance since she understood that the project he was working on was very important, so, not wanting to startle him, she knocked on the door. But as she watched him from behind while he paused to catch his breath, she could see how his shirt clung to his arms and how his hands were marked by veins. She could even swear she saw tiny droplets falling from his curls down his neck, and for almost a second she forgot that he had practically stood her up.

Or so it was until Jaafar turned around, noticing her presence, and said with great surprise,

“Hi... um, I didn’t know you were there,” said Jaafar as he grabbed a towel and dried himself off.

“Hi...” said Susie, “you called me... you told me to come... for a second I thought you’d forgotten about the date.”

“No! No... of course not,” said Jaafar, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just didn’t remember sending that message,” he said, trying to recall it, and he could swear he hadn’t sent it... but, oh! Of course, Juliano... that kid."

“If you're really busy, I can leave,” said Susie, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“No... um, it's a little late, but if you let me, I can take you out for a bite to eat,” he said as he approached her. “I know a pizzeria near here; it's not much, but the food is delicious...”

All that could be heard in the studio was their laughter as they both finished their slices of pizza. “I’m really sorry this isn’t the date you were expecting,” Jaafar said, looking at Susie.

“Hmm, maybe it wasn’t what I imagined,” she said, finishing her bite, “but it’s been amazing… I don’t know if it’s the pizza or you, but I like it.”

“I don’t think that pizza can replace me,” Jaafar said playfully.

“Hmm... no,” said Susie, wiping her fingers. “Not a pizza, but a little music, yes.” And without another word, she stood up and, extending her hand to Jaafar, invited him to dance a little. “I saw you were trying really hard... I don’t know how long you’ve been here, but you’re doing well,” she said as Jaafar spun her around in his arms.

“It’s hard… but I think I’m really relaxing now,” he said as he spun Susie around and set her down in front of him. “Maybe you’ll want to hit me after this, but it’ll be worth it.” And without another word, he pressed a kiss to her lips, causing Susie to wrap her arms around his waist as he pulled her closer. “I promise that if you let me, the next date will be better.”

“I don’t need a better date, I just need you,” Susie said, as Jaafar planted another kiss on her lips, because in the end, even though he’d almost ruined it, he couldn’t deny that he was grateful Juliano had written, ‘Wherever you are… thank you, shorty,’ he thought as he wrapped his arms around Susie, pulling her closer… this would definitely be an unforgettable night for both of them, but Jaafar’s mind was already imagining the next time he’d see her… and that would be the best...

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

Hi there, I'm really sorry for the delay—I really wanted it to turn out nice. Plus, I have a lot of ideas. Would you like me to keep going with this? I love you all—remember to drink water!

Would you guys like me to continue (I'm sure there'll be some smut)?

YES GIIIRL

No, I prefer oneshots

Voting ended onMay 15

[hannaaalovee]

A case of mixed luck- Jack Abbot

Warning: English isn't my first language, References to sex?. There might be a Part 3 (if you want it). The universe hates them and won't let them have a normal date... or maybe I'm just really mean, haha.

I hope you like it, @btsgangleader and that it's to your liking. Thanks for your support, sweetie.

Summary: Jack finally plucks up the courage and gathers all his strength, juggling his schedule to ask you out to dinner. But this time he's serious—what on earth does the universe have against Jack?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🧸~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jack had planned everything, from talking to Dana to change her schedule and asking for her help—though maybe it wasn't really asking... it was more like forcing her

“If you don't go right now and ask her out to dinner tonight... I told you yourself that you've been acting like an idiot chasing after her for years,” Dana said, interrupted by Jack.

“Fine!! I'll do it now, but you'll leave me alone afterward,” Jack said, exhausted from all her nagging.

"Perfect!!... See, silly, it wasn’t that hard,” Dana said, nudging him in the arm.

Without another word, Jack turned and started looking for you, until he spotted you in the distance

“Hey!... Hi, um, I was looking for you to see if you were free tonight,” Jack said, crossing his arms and trying not to look nervous, though to be honest, he didn’t manage it—especially when he saw your eyes... those very ones that drove him crazy.

“Sure...” “I'm free,” you said with a smile. “How about we meet at eight o'clock tonight?”

“Sounds perfect... if you want, I can pick you up,” Jack said with a slight smile on his lips. “Well... if that's okay with you.”

“Sure...” Sounds perfect to me," you said as the two of you drew closer, losing yourselves in each other’s gaze, but when the alarm went off and Jack’s name blared over the speakers, the magic was over.

“That’s my name,” Jack said, snapping out of his trance. “Alright, I’ll pick you up at that time. Dress up... if you can look even prettier,” he said, winking at you and turning to attend to his emergency.

OH MY GOD!! That guy is hot— said Shen

It made you jump out of your skin—you just popped up out of nowhere!! “One of these days you're going to give me a heart attack,” you said, placing a hand over your heart.

“Hmm, I don't think so. You need a heart for that, sweetheart,” Shen said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “And you don't have even half of that,” he said, letting out a chuckle that quickly turned into a groan when you hit him.

“I'm serious, Shen... you have to stop doing that,” you said in a sweet voice. “Besides... just so you know, I'm going out with Jack tonight.”

Shen’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re going to tell me every single detail of everything that happens, and please, you have to wear a low-cut top,” Shen said, raising his eyebrows.

“You’re a pervert. You knew that, didn’t you?”

“Hmm, maybe, but that’s how you love me,” he said as they both walked on to get back to work.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🧸~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were just finishing getting ready when your phone rang. You picked it up and saw it was Shen calling.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Shen said on the other end, making you smile. “Tell me, darling, what are you wearing tonight... Tell me you're wearing that black dress.”

“Hmm... well, it’s not that dress, but I’m wearing a similar one. It’s cold outside, and I don’t want to freeze to death,” you said as you started fixing your hair.

“I highly doubt that... Dr. Jack won’t let you die without stealing a kiss from you first,” Shen said, starting to make kissing sounds against the phone screen.

“Don't do that, I feel like you're dirtying my ears, you pervert,” you said, laughing.

“Okay, I'll stop because Whitaker just walked by and I could swear he gagged,” Shen said, making you burst out laughing. “Listen...” Joking aside, enjoy the outing, and if anything goes wrong, call me and I’ll come over... though I doubt anything bad will happen,” Shen said in a more serious tone

“I know, Shen, I love you! I have to go now, I’ll text you later.” Once you hung up, you grabbed some boots and a coat, and just as you were putting on perfume, a message popped up on your phone

“I'm already here, princess. I'm waiting for you.” When you read that, you swore you were going to faint right then and there, but you couldn't miss this date—not now—so you quickly grabbed your coat and rushed downstairs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🧸~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jack was waiting downstairs, rubbing his hands together; the weather was cool, but that thought vanished the moment he saw you walk out the door. You looked beautiful in that dress, and my God, your lips—they were tempting him to kiss them, but even though he wanted to give in, he had to be careful; the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.

“Good evening, lady,” Jack said, taking your hands. "Did you see a young woman... She’s very beautiful, and I was about to go out with her, but I think I got the address wrong.

“Oh! I’m sorry to hear that,” you said, playing along, “but I think I can help you…” you said, moving closer to his arms.

“Hmm, well, can you guide me?” Jack said, running his warm hands over your covered shoulders.

“Hmm... I lied to him. I don’t know where she is, but you can stay with me,” you said, smiling.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, but I think I’d rather have dinner alone,” Jack said, flashing a mocking smile, and you just laughed.

“You're a terrible actor, you know that?” you said as you hugged him, letting his warmth surround you

“And you're terrible at picking outfits,” he said, wrapping his arms around you, “you're going to freeze”

“Hmm, well, maybe it’s just an excuse to steal your clothes,” you said, smiling.

“Well, from doctor to clothes thief… how clever,” Jack said, smiling as he hugged you. “But luckily for you, the reservation’s already made, and it’s at a private restaurant.”

“How thoughtful, Dr. Abbott,” you said, smiling, before getting into the car and driving off to the restaurant.

Once at the restaurant, they ordered their food, but it was taking forever, and Jack could only keep apologizing.

“I'm sorry, the food here really is delicious,” he said as he took your hand, “but I think they're taking too long.”

“It's okay, Jack, it's fine,” you said as you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb.

“Of course it’s a problem. I promised we’d have a table inside so you wouldn’t get cold, but they messed up the reservation and now the food is late,” Jack said in a frustrated tone.

“It doesn’t matter if there’s no food or if the reservation got lost,” you said, flashing a smile. “All I care about is that you’re here with me,” you said in a sweet voice.

“You know... you should be mad at me,” Jack said, smiling. “But you're really very sweet... I'm sorry I didn't invite you sooner,” Jack said as he began to move closer to you.

"It’s okay, Jack… “We were busy,” you said as you both drew closer. “Besides, we’re together now, and that’s what matters.”

“You know I’m madly in love with you, right?” "Jack said, drawing closer to you while you just let out a laugh, but just as their lips were about to meet in a kiss, someone started coughing, and a woman’s desperate cry for help made everyone jump.

A man was eating when he choked on a piece of food. Without hesitation, you and Jack rushed over to the couple. While you tried to calm the woman down, Jack approached the man and performed the Heimlich maneuver until the man was finally able to cough up whatever was choking him.

Amid the applause and tears as both of them thanked everyone, you noticed that Jack said goodbye and turned around, picking up your things and his, then took your hand and walked out. Even though he hadn't said anything, you could tell he was upset.

“Hey, I'm really sorry about what happened,” you tried to say before he interrupted you with a kiss on the lips that lasted just a few seconds.

“I’m sorry about all that... every time I try to go out with you, something happens,” Jack said as he pulled you closer to him. “I promise that next time I’ll find a better place, somewhere quiet, but if you decide this is the last time, I’ll respect that and—” You interrupted him with a kiss.

It was a lovely night... And even if things didn’t go perfectly—but I’m with you—and that’s the only thing that matters to me, Jack—you finished saying as Jack cupped your face and planted a kiss on your lips that gradually grew more intense until the sound of your hungry stomach made him laugh.

Hey, don’t laugh at me… -you said as you smiled watching Jack wriggle with laughter- Hey!! It’s not that funny either...-you said, smiling even more

I’m sorry.... I’m so sorry -he said as he gave you little kisses- It caught me off guard... but there’s an ice cream shop nearby... do you want to go?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🧸~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And that’s how they ended up here, sitting on the sidewalk eating ice cream.

“You know… it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” you said as you brought a spoonful to your mouth.

“Eating on the sidewalk?” Jack asked as he ate.

“No... I mean, feeling this... feeling like I can be at peace,” you said as you slipped your arm through his. “Thank you, Jack. Thank you for this date.”

“Don’t thank me… everything turned out a little weird, but it was worth it,” Jack said as he took your hand in his, then kissed you for the tenth time that night. “Do you mind if we finish the ice cream in the car? You’re going to freeze out here,” Jack said between kisses.

“Okay… that sounds like a great idea,” you said as you gave him one more kiss.

In the end, Jack wasn’t so unlucky that day, because without a doubt this date would be unforgettable—nothing had gone right, but it ended up strangely better than it started.

“Maybe the next one can be at my place,” you said as you opened your phone and got into the car.

“If that’s what you want, then we can do it,” Jack said.

“Yeah, I think we can,” you said, smiling as you read a message from Shen on the screen: "Did you guys fuck yet? Please be careful, don’t let it be me, I’m still too young 😭”

“Is everything okay?” Jack asked when he saw you distracted.

“Yes, everything’s perfect. We can keep eating now,” you said as you sent one last message: “Not yet, but it’ll be on the next date. This guy earned it.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🧸~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi there! Here's the second part. I hope you like it. I love you all. Remember to drink water!!

[hannaaalovee]

Stay close... my love –Jaafar Jackson

Warnings: English isn't my first language, open ending (there might be a Part 2 if you want one), Jaafar acting like a lovesick fool—I hope you enjoy it!!

Summary: After many hours of rehearsals and being under so much pressure to successfully portray his uncle Michael, Jaafar decides to escape that place for a bit, only to find himself lost when he sees a young woman dancing among the crowd, completely lost in the rhythm of the music. Will Jaafar be able to resist those moves that drive him completely crazy?

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

The hours dragged on for Jaafar, who was already exhausted, but despite everything, he kept rehearsing. “No rest until it’s perfect. You can do it, Jaafar!” he told himself as he rubbed his feet, hoping for some relief.

It wasn’t long before he finally decided to take a break. Slipping past the producers and choreographers, he headed for the exit in search of some relief and fresh air. He was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, trying to hide in his mind and find some silence, but laughter coming from the hallway made him open his eyes, and there he saw her… with that radiant smile, her jacket in her arms revealing the T-shirt that hugged her curves, her hair falling over her shoulders, though some strands were stuck to her forehead from sweat. How can she look this good? Jaafar thought as he lost himself watching her, but it wasn’t long before Juliano found Jaafar and, shouting his name, snapped him out of his thoughts

“Hey!!” “We're leaving now,” said Juliano as he shook Jaafar's shoulder to get his attention, but it was all in vain because Jaafar was lost in watching her laugh with her friends. But Juliano's shouts made her turn around, meeting those eyes that were watching her from afar; noticing this, Jaafar grabbed Juliano’s arm, trying to escape as quickly as possible; he’d been caught while watching her. Great, now I’ll be some damn stranger who stares at people, he thought.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

Susie was on her way to the studio; she had a lot to practice, and even though she was exhausted, just knowing that she could pass on her love of dance to those people filled her heart with strength—but there was something more than that... There was a guy, and even though Susie had no idea what his name was, she’d run into him many times. He always left late, either too hidden or in too much of a hurry, making it almost impossible to see him for very long. But that time… she caught him looking at her, and he just looked away… At that very moment, Susie knew she wanted to run into him more often, but the universe listens, and somehow, whenever her shift ended and she left, there he was, leaning against the wall, pretending not to see her... but in the end, his eyes always lingered for a few seconds longer than he was supposed to.

And that hadn’t been the first time, nor by any means the last; those furtive glances he gave her made her heart flutter, but how was that possible... how could someone she didn’t know in the least stir up such a whirlwind of emotions inside her? Well, Susie

“What on earth am I doing?” she wondered as she climbed the stairs, eager to know if she would get to see him, even if just for a few seconds.

But today wasn't her lucky day, because when she arrived, she found only an empty hallway. Without another thought, she went into her studio, leaving that hope behind and focusing on welcoming her dancers.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

Beads of sweat were beginning to soak Jaafar’s face. Although rehearsal had only just begun, Jaafar was counting down the minutes until he could leave and see her—even if only for a few seconds. But time seemed to be working against him, so, desperate to get out of there, he pretended to have a cramp, convincing his choreographer to give him a break. As soon as he could, he walked out the door.

When he stepped outside, he couldn’t see her, so he slowly approached the window overlooking the hallway, but the crowd blocked his view. As he leaned a little closer to the glass, searching for her, a hand rested on his arm.

“What are we looking for?” Juliano asked, standing on tiptoe and grabbing Jaafar’s arm for balance.

For God’s sake! “You scared me, Juliano,” said Jaafar, placing his hand on his chest. “Nothing... I was just looking,” he said when an idea popped into his head. Sneaking into the class was a bad idea because she already knew him, but maybe if Juliano went in and asked for her, one of her friends might answer him. “I need you to do me a favor,” said Jaafar, taking Juliano’s hands.

“Hmm... I don’t know. Will you give me something in return?” said Juliano, and Jaafar rolled his eyes.

“Okay, I’ll give you the chocolate you saw in my bag,” said Jaafar. “Perfect, I’m all ears,” said Juliano with a smile.

“You’re quite the gangster, I suppose,” said Jaafar with a smile, and without further ado, he told him his plan.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

“Well... that's it for class, guys. See you tomorrow,” said Susie as she waved goodbye to everyone.

“Excuse me, do you know Susie?” —Juliano’s sweet voice instantly caught Susie’s attention. She smiled cheerfully, and just as she was about to answer, Juliano spoke up.

"She’s a very pretty girl, according to my friend... Could you ask if anyone has seen her... “It’s just that my friend Jaafar is looking for her. He’s the guy with the curls who makes a silly face when he sees her leave,” said Juliano, causing Susie’s brow to furrow while a smile formed on her lips. “He sent me to look for her, but I’ve been here a while and haven’t seen her. Would you do me that favor? I’ll be in the studio across the street, miss.”

Susie smiled and replied in a sweet voice, “If I see her, I’ll tell her to come find you, sweetheart.” Juliano smiled, waved, and said goodbye to her.

“Oh! I almost forgot to tell you—my friend says she has the most beautiful smile... maybe that'll help you find her,” said Juliano as he poked his head through the door, making Susie laugh.

“Great, thanks for the tip!” she said, waving goodbye to that sweet boy. So, a beautiful smile, she thought as she ran her hand through her hair.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

Hours had passed and Jaafar was really tired, but luckily for him, rehearsal was over and all that was left was to go home to rest—or at least try to rest—because his mind kept racing about how hard he had to work to make his uncle Michael’s fans excited and feel that magic Michael created with his music, and that was just too much pressure for him... and he wasn’t complaining, but sometimes he wished he could escape the lights and the music and just sink into deep silence.

The others had already left, but he stayed a little longer to practice so he could leave with peace of mind, but a soft knock on the door distracted him, and when he turned, he saw her… she had a smile on her face.

“I suppose you must be Jaafar… isn’t that right?” - she lied as she stepped into the studio, causing him to step back - a boy said you were looking for me... he said something like, “My friend, my friend Jaafar is looking for you, he says you have a beautiful smile” – and at that moment Jaafar knew it: the movie couldn’t be released, because tomorrow he would kill Juliano for talking too much.

“Um... no... well... I mean,” he said, trying to get his thoughts in order, “I mean, I was the one who asked... but I didn't want to sound pushy. I'm really sorry it came across that way, but I actually thought you were cute and wanted to see if there was a chance that... that we could go out, but I didn't have the nerve to ask you.”

“Do you want to have dinner tomorrow?” Susie asked, interrupting Jaafar.

“Wha-... What?” Jaafar asked, surprised.

“You heard me...” Susie said with a smile. “Tomorrow night, after your rehearsals, we could grab dinner. Does that sound good to you?” she asked in a sweet voice that Jaafar could swear sounded like an angel.

“YES!” I mean... yes, of course we could.

“Okay... then it's a date,” said Susie as she moved closer to him. “See you... tomorrow, I guess,” she said, planting a kiss on his cheek and turning to leave, but before she went, she turned back. “No more messenger kids... okay?” “And remember to flex your foot, or you’ll get a cramp,” Susie said with a smile, and without another word she left, leaving Jaafar with a warm sensation where her lips had been... maybe it was worth it that Juliano had talked a little too much.

♪ ─── ⋆⋅♛⋅⋆ ─── ♫

Part 2

Post by @hannaaalovee · 1 poll

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · As Long As It’s You – Jaafar Jackson · Warning: English isn’t my first language, some slightly risqué thoughts (not too muc

Hello hellooo, how are you all? I missed you so much!! Love to Jaafar and Juliano (he’s so sweet), and I hope I did a good job portraying them. I hope you like it, and I’ll be waiting for your feedback to see if I should keep posting. I love you all!! Remember to drink water. Kisses.

[hannaaalovee]

Take the Plunge – Jack Abbot

Warnings: English isn’t my first language, mutual angelo, no established relationship, open ending (maybe a Part 2 if you’d like? 😚😚)

Summary: Jack and you have been in love for a long time, but every time he takes a step to ask you out, everything seems to conspire against him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🧸ྀི~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were just finishing sorting through some paperwork; the hours had flown by and you were hoping to get home soon to sleep after a shift of nearly 12 hours.

‘Hey there, hey there,’ said Shen when he saw you sighing heavily. ‘You’ll be off soon, stop moaning,’ he said, smiling at you and nudging your shoulder.

‘Oh, shut up… you’ll bring me bad luck,’ you said, giving him a nudge. ‘Every time you say I’ll be off soon, I end up with another emergency, John.’

“OHHHH I’M SO SORRY, DARLING!!” she said in an exaggerated tone, drawing stares from the other residents.

“Stop doing that!!” you whispered, giving her a slap on the shoulder. “That’s enough!!”

“Ohhh, the poor little girl’s complaining,” she said, waving her hands around dramatically. “Don’t you love me anymore? ... Hey, I need another friend!!!” ‘She’s being mean to me,’ said Shen, before a hard punch to the stomach silenced him.

‘Shut your mouth or I swear I’ll kick you in the balls, John Shen!’ you said, pointing a finger at him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🧸ྀི~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘You’re going to make her disappear if you keep staring at her like that,’ said Robby, seeing how Jack was watching you without paying you the slightest bit of attention. ‘Hey… hello?? HEY!!’ he shouted, finally getting Jack’s attention.

‘I heard you the first time… can’t you tell I’m ignoring you?’ said Jack sarcastically.

‘Mmm... sure, sure, it’s not as if you’ve been staring at her for hours,’ said Robby, letting out a mocking smile.

‘Robby’s right... you’ve been here for ten minutes,’ said Dana, appearing from the side. ‘When are you going to make a move... one day you’ll have to tell her how you feel,’ Dana tried to say before Jack could speak.

'I’ve tried… several times, but there’s always something getting in the way. If it’s not my schedule, it’s emergencies or… simply… there’s just something… I don’t know,’ said Jack, running a hand over his face.

‘God, man... you’re like a teenager about to explode because you don’t have—’ said Robby, before being cut off.

‘I DON’T WANT TO KNOW,’ said Dana, covering her ears. ‘Listen, it’s simple... you go up to her, buy her a coffee and have a chat... it’s not that hard, Jack, you can do it!’ she said, trying to cheer him up.

It’s just... just look at her, he said, making the two of them turn to look at you, and there you were, standing next to Shen, who was still overreacting, and you were hitting him to shut him up whilst hiding a smile that was playing on your lips... those lips that Jack had wanted to kiss so many times he’d lost count.

‘You’ve got to ask her out,’ said Robby, breaking the silence. ‘If you don’t, someone else will come along and steal her away… and when that happens, you can be sure I’ll be there for you…’

‘Thanks, Robby… you’re a great friend…’ Jack tried to say before Robby spoke

“So I can laugh at you and tell you ‘screw you for not doing it sooner’,” said Robby, making Dana laugh.

“Come on, you’ve got to do it… or I’ll do it for you… and I’ll tell her you kiss your pillow on the treatment tables while thinking of her,” said Dana, bursting out laughing, whilst Jack could only think, why on earth does she consider us friends?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🧸ྀི~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The hours passed and your shift was almost over; you just had to tidy up a few things and you’d be off, when you saw him there...

Jack was standing there cleaning a patient’s wounds; he looked so focused, his movements were fluid, and even though you tried (you really did), your eyes drifted to his arms, and God, how you thanked every saint that he was wearing that tight black T-shirt that hugged his arms, letting you see how they flexed without the slightest effort, and your mind wandered, imagining how they’d look wrapped around you as he held you tight against the wall and all you could do was kiss him and...

“Hey!! Your shift’s over,” said Shen, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Don’t look at me like that... you can carry on drooling over Dr Abbott at home, doll,” said Shen mockingly, making you just glare at him.

‘You really need to start exercising… because there’s definitely not enough oxygen getting to your brain,’ you said, pointing at his head.

‘Oh, you can be sure I don’t need that,’ he said, flexing his arm.

‘Shut up now and stop doing that, or you’ll end up making me scratch my eyes out,’ you said, turning away and laughing.

‘Fine... I’ll leave you in peace... but now get lost. Your shift’s over and I’m sick of seeing you,’ said Shen, sighing and starting to push you towards the door.

‘You say that, and then you’re calling me up crying and sniffling, begging me to come back,’ you said, laughing. ‘Ridiculous. I know you love me.’

‘Of course I do! I never said I didn’t,’ said Shen as he left you at the door, ‘but that doesn’t change the fact that I need a break…’

“Shh, you say that, but we both know you miss me,” you said as you turned around, expecting to see Shen, but instead there was Jack, holding his bag

‘Um... yeah... I do tend to miss you a bit,’ said Jack, running his hand through the back of his neck.

‘Sorry... I thought it was Shen,’ you said, your hands and whole body trembling with embarrassment; you’d definitely kill Shen later. ‘I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable, I was just about to leave,’ you said, turning on your heels.

‘Of course not!’ said Jack, cursing himself for speaking so quickly. ‘I mean... I was thinking we could grab something to eat... if you’re free... now,’ he said nervously, waiting for your reply.

‘Sure... I’d love to,’ you said, smiling, when the alarm went off and your name was called over the loudspeakers. ‘It can’t be...’ you whispered, lowering your head. ‘I’m so sorry... do you think we could do it another day... they need me now,’ you said, smiling, causing Jack to lose himself for a moment.

‘Sure...’ he whispered, ‘I mean... we can organise it better next time.’

‘That’s great! Thanks for understanding,’ you said, moving closer to him. ‘See you later... have a good rest,’ you said, planting a kiss on his cheek and running off to where he was calling you. Meanwhile, Jack could only stand there cursing himself for letting another chance slip away... but he had a glimmer of hope; he could invite you out and you’d have accepted... so perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all, especially now that he’d seen you with that beautiful smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🧸ྀི~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi again! Sorry this is short and that it’s taken so long – I’ve been really busy, and I also went to see the Michael Jackson film and I absolutely LOVED it!!

Did you guys like it?? I fell in love with Jaafar Jackson – not just him, but his incredible performance – and would you be interested if I wrote something about him or Michael?? Let me know. Love you, and don’t forget to drink water!! 💕💕

(I’ll update you on Daryl soon)

Would you like a story about Jaafar? I haven't seen many, and I have a few ideas.

YES GIRL!!

No, let's try something else.

I have others in mind (please list them)

Voting ended onMay 7

[mirroball11]

Daeron if he was sober.

[thegirlnextdoor411-deactivated2]

Please

[hannaaalovee]

🙌🙌🙌

[ladythedrunken]

[ladythedrunken]

my type is whatever this is

[hannaaalovee]

Without being noisy – Dr. “Robby” Robinavitch

Summary: Your sister had been going through a lot, so you decided to help her by taking advantage of a few days off from your job and told her you could take care of her kids for a few days. Everything was going pretty well—they even played with their uncle Robby—but it seems like Robby has been missing you a little.

Warning: English is not my first language, minors should not read this (I know they'll do it anyway, but it's YOUR responsibility), enjoy!

୨୧‿‿‿୨ ♡ ୧‿‿‿୨୧

You had woken up early to go buy some gifts for your nephews, Tino and Milo, who had spent these days without their mom since your sister really needed a break. You bought those cookies they liked so much and also got them a couple of toys, like a toy kitchen, which Milo would surely like, and a stuffed bunny for Tino.

You were already arriving home, so you reached for your bag and were about to take out your keys, but the bags slipped from your hands, and just when you were about to curse and hope nothing had broken, the door opened, revealing Robby holding Tino in his arms and Milo standing by his side smiling at you.

—“Hi, sugar,” Robby said, smiling at you while watching you bend down and try to grab the bags quickly. “Let me help you… I’ve already told you that you can ask me for anything,” he said, taking the bags from your hand. “I’m always here for you.”

—“I know, but I didn’t want to bother you, you’ve been busy,” you said before being interrupted.

—“None of that,” he said while letting you in and bringing the bags into the house.

—“Hi, my baby,” you said, lifting Milo, who could only laugh, showing his little newly grown teeth and making your heart melt. “God, I’m going to eat those cheeks,” you said, kissing his cheeks while he laughed, which were soon overshadowed by Tino, who, in Robby’s arms, stretched out to greet you.

—“Hello to you too, my prince,” you said, touching his little nose. “And hello to you too, handsome,” you said while kissing Robby, who gladly kissed you back a bit more intensely, making you smile and pull away a little.

“I missed you, and I’d kiss you all night, but my feet are freezing,” Robby said while smiling. “And the bags are heavy.”

Letting out a laugh, you let him continue as you both headed to the kitchen. How the hell does he carry so many bags with just one arm… and why the hell am I not the one he’s carrying? you thought, but the next second you regretted it. You couldn’t blame yourself—it's been days since anything happened between you two, and he really looked handsome, but with his nephews here it would be difficult.

“So, what do you want to eat? I’ll take care of dinner today,” you said enthusiastically, trying to think about something else.

The three of them answered, “Pasta with cream.”

“Well, whatever my boys decide.”

୨୧‿‿‿୨ ♡ ୧‿‿‿୨୧

You had already finished cooking. Robby washed the dishes while you and the kids were playing, but after a while Robby stopped hearing their laughter, and when he peeked, he saw you lying on the couch with Milo and Tino, who were sleeping on top of you.

“I think they fell asleep with the story,” you whispered while Robby approached without making much noise. “Can you help me carry them—”

You didn’t finish asking when Robby picked them both up and took them to their room. While he went upstairs, you could only think about how amazing he looked being an uncle, and seeing that, the idea of being a mother right now didn’t bother you that much, but with a laugh that thought faded away… although for Robby, the idea of “practicing” to have a baby wasn’t exactly a bad one.

“Well, now you’re going to bed too,” Robby said while carrying you in his arms after leaving the kids, making you let out a small scream.

“God, Robby! You scared me, idiot,” you said, laughing while he carried you to his bedroom, where once inside he set you down. “You didn’t have to carry me, love—”

Before you could finish your sentence, Robby’s lips were already on yours, his hands moving over your body trying to remove the layers of clothing, and you were really enjoying it, but the kids were there, and just thinking about that made you pull away for a moment.

“Robby, we can’t… they’re there, and if they wake up and see something—” you tried to say, but Robby interrupted.

“They won’t hear a thing, we’ll be quiet… please,” he said as he rained kisses on your shoulder, but when he got no response, he stopped and, looking into your eyes, said, “If you really don’t want this, we can stop right here… “We won’t do anything you don’t want,” he whispered, and God, you could swear your panties started to get wet. This man was driving you crazy—how could he be so sweet and sexy at the same time? It was unfair, but your heat made you not think twice.

“Promise me we’ll be quiet,” you said as you held out your pinky finger, making him look at you strangely. “It’s a pinky promise… no noise.”

“Okay, no noise,” he said as he held out his pinky and linked it with yours, letting out a laugh that was soon silenced by your kisses, causing Robby’s hands to spring back into action. Without much haste, his hands slid down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and letting you feel his rough, warm hands against your skin, while you slowly began to unbutton his pajamas.

୨୧‿‿‿୨ ♡ ୧‿‿‿୨୧

It didn’t take long before you were both naked, in bed, with you straddling Robby, but it didn’t last long before Robby moved you onto your back while he slid his hand down and began to rub your clitoris with just the right amount of pressure, making you moan—moans you tried unsuccessfully to stifle.

“You promised we’d be quiet,” you said, trying to speak softly.

“I’m not the one moaning, doll,” Robby said as he propped himself up on his elbow and planted kisses on your neck, while you could only feel his fingers plunging into your hole at full speed. It was more than clear—Robby was doing it on purpose— but to say you’d stop him would be a complete lie, so all you could do was cover your mouth with your hands, bringing a mocking smile to Robby’s face.

But just as you were about to climax, Robby stopped—his kisses ceased too—and slowly moved down to your crotch. Before you could react, his tongue brushed against your entrance, eliciting a muffled moan that was soon silenced by your hands. This man was taking his time eating you out and stimulating every spot he knew would make you react, because let’s be honest, Robby was dying to see you try to hold back your moans. So while he slowly sucked on your clitoris and his hands cupped your breasts, his gaze was fixed on watching you cover your mouth, trying to contain yourself, but it didn’t last long when he slid his tongue inside you, and there you felt it, your orgasm burst out suddenly, covering Robby’s mouth, which he happily licked and cleaned, leaving no trace.

Robby sat up, positioned above you, while you closed your eyes tightly and your cheeks were redder than he’d ever seen them.

“Open your eyes, baby,” Robby said as he caressed your cheeks, “let me see you... please.” You opened your eyes slowly, and Robby kissed you as his hands parted your legs and he positioned himself at your entrance. Without giving you much time to think, he began thrusting into you, until the room was filled with nothing but Robby’s heavy sighs, your moans, and the slapping of his hips.

“It feels good, princess… do you like it like this, my love?” he asked, his face buried in your neck, but when he got no answer, he looked up to meet your gaze—only to stop short when he saw you sobbing. “Did I hurt you? No, no… I’m so sorry, honey,” Robby said worriedly as he sat up with you on top of him. “Please, my love, talk to me,” he said in a concerned tone.

“It’s not that… it’s just that it hurts so much,” you said as a few tears escaped your eyes.

“I’m sorry, princess… do you want to keep going… because we can stop right here,” Robby said, but you just kissed him, letting him know you wanted to keep going.

“I want to do it myself... please”—and without another word, you kept moving, shaking your hips, while Robby could only let out grunts. With a couple more thrusts, you felt it: his penis began to throb inside you, making you move faster in pursuit of your orgasm. After a while, you both let out a muffled moan.

When the euphoria passed, Robby hugged you and lay down with you on top of him, covering you. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t,” he said as he ran his fingers through your hair, making you smile.

“You didn’t hurt me… it was just too much,” you said as you smiled and gave him a little kiss, and the last thing you heard before falling into a deep sleep was, “I love you, my love.”

୨୧‿‿‿୨ ♡ ୧‿‿‿୨୧

The next day, you woke up to the sound of soft giggles. Looking for something to eat, you got dressed and went downstairs, where you found Robby sitting there playing with the kids. There was no doubt this man was going to make you fall head over heels in love with him.

“Good morning, my love... I made you some coffee,” Robby said as he stood up and kissed you on the lips. “Sorry for wearing you out,” he said playfully, making you poke him in the ribs, while Milo and Tino laughed at the sight of their uncle laughing nonstop, and you just looked at him seriously, trying to hide your smile. You could definitely get used to this.

୨୧‿‿‿୨ ♡ ୧‿‿‿୨୧

Hellooo helloo, I’m finally posting again about this guy I’m head over heels in love with, for real this time. Would you guys like me to write a story where the two of them are parents? I can just picture Robby reacting to your pregnancy, it would be so sweet. Let me know what you think. Love you all, and stay hydrated! 💕💕

[hannaaalovee]

Was wondering if you could write a little something about reader going to Pilates with one of the nurses but when they bail she gets really bummed and since Whitaker lowkey (highkey) downbad he offers to go with her to the point that it becomes their thing

We can do ir together- Dr. Dennis Whitaker

Summary: you had spent the entire week trying to book a spot in one of the best Pilates classes just to spend time with your friend, but ir seemed sehe had a change of plans…. though Whitaker wouldn’t let you miss trat appointment, right?

Warning: English is not my native language, that's all there is to it. Enjoy!

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

You had been talking with Mel about how excited you were since today you were going out with one of your friends to attend one of the best Pilates classes in the city.

“Getting a spot there is almost impossible, Mel”-you said as you both sat down to rest for a few minutes- “But I did ir. I’m really happy about this, I can’t wait to leave already”- you added, glancing at the clock while fidgeting with you fingers.

“You need to calm down. Even if you stare ar the clock, it won’t go any faster”- Mel said with a smile.

“I know… I know, but I’m anxious and also-”- you said, looking around- “I’m tired and I want to leave already. Besides, I’ve been hiding from Robby, he’s been chasing me for hours”-you said, making Mel smile, until Whitaker arrived-

 “Mmm, I don’t think Dr. Robby would like to hear that, would he?”- he said, approaching from behind and catching toy off guard as he leaned besides you.

“Well, I hope no one opens their mouth”- you said with smile as you looked ar him, getting lost in his eyes. Were they always this pretty? You thought, but nor fot long, because you were being called from the ER- “Well, that’s my name and my cue, see you later”- you sais, hugging Mel and kissing Whitaker on the cheek.

Dennis almost fainted when you kissed him. That man had been lost since the day he saw you, he knew you were the most beautiful person he had ever met, and every time you came close with that smile and those eyes, greeting his as you walked in, he swore he could die right there.

“Someday you will have to tell her”- Mel said

“I don’t think she sees me that way”- Dennis replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

 “Never say never… besides, haven’t you seen her eyes?” Mel asked -“Every time she looks at you, they light up… you should pay more attention and work up the courage to tell her how you feel.”

Before Dennis could respond, the emergency alarms went off and they both ran. But Mel was right—Dennis had been in love with you for a long time, and at some point, he had to tell you how he felt. Life was short, and he didn’t want to spend another second without being able to have you close.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

The hours passed very slowly for Dr. Whitaker, who, trying to escape the noise for a moment, headed to the cafeteria where he saw you. You were sitting there, phone in hand, but staring into nothing, as if you were lost. Slowly, he approached and sat beside you.

“What’s wrong, pretty?” Dennis asked, using that nickname you had started to fall in love with—but your mood wasn’t the best right now.

“Nothing, Whitaker.” Dennis felt his heart shrink. You never called him that, so now his mission was to find out what was wrong.

“You’re not fooling me… something’s going on. Come on, tell me,” he said, taking your hand. “I’m listening.”

“It’s stupid,” you said before being interrupted.

“Nothing is stupid if it comes from you—and I really want to know… tell me,” he said with a smile, finally softening your heart.

“I booked a Pilates class, and it’s in 15 minutes. I was supposed to go with a friend, but she canceled last minute,” you said, looking at your hands. “I paid for everything myself, and now I’m going to lose the spot… because I had to go with someone since it was a deal. So I guess I’ll just cancel everything and go home.”

“NO!” Dennis said, then cleared his throat after raising his voice. “I mean… I can go with you. I don’t think they won’t allow men,” he added with a smile.

“Really? You’d do that for me?” you asked, taking his hands as he nodded. “You’re the best, Dennis. I adore you,” you said, hugging him. “I’ll go grab my things quickly and in 15 minutes we’re leaving.”

Dennis watched you run off to get your things, but as soon as you disappeared from sight, a thought crossed his mind.

What the hell did I just get myself into?

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

That was exactly what Dennis was asking himself as he stepped outside—but when he saw you come out looking so happy, that thought vanished. You looked so pretty in your outfit, but more than anything—you were happy, and you looked perfect… and he… well, he was happy too.

“Thanks for coming, Dennis,” you said as you walked toward your car. “Do you want me to drive you? You look really pale, and walking might make you feel worse,” you added, concerned. He had clearly overexerted himself.

“No, I’ll be fine… I’m just tired,” he said with a smile. But when he stumbled from dizziness, you quickly rushed to help him and shook your head.

“No way, I’m driving you home,” you said, and even though he protested, you managed to get him into your car.

The ride to his house was fun. You listened to music, sang, and even danced a little. The chemistry between you was incredible—you had never felt so comfortable with someone. But the ride came to an end when you parked in front of his house.

“Well, princess… I’ve brought you back to your palace,” you said with a smile as you opened the door and offered him your hand.

“I’m not a princess… I’m just dizzy, that’s all,” he said, taking your hand—but as soon as he stepped out, his head spun and you both fell to the ground, making his stomach turn until he ended up throwing up.

“I’m so sorry, I ruined everything,” Dennis said, running a towel over his face while you sat beside him, checking his vitals.

“You don’t have to apologize, and you didn’t ruin anything,” you said, moving closer and taking his hand. “Thank you for staying. I know you didn’t want to come, but you did anyway.”

“I did want to… I just think I’m not used to it,” he said, cupping your face with one hand. “There’s something I want to tell you…”

“I like you,” you both said at the same time, making you both laugh.

“I really like you… since the moment I saw you, I… I completely fell for you, and I wanted to ask you…” Dennis said, gently brushing your cheek. “Would you like to go out with me sometime?”

But you interrupted him with a kiss.

“I’d love to—but can we skip the Pilates part?” you said with a laugh as he caressed your cheek.

“No… no, I think I could go back,” he said, laughing. “As long as you go with me.”

You just smiled and closed the distance between you again with another kiss. You almost lost your appointment—but this was worth it. And even though you should probably be mad at your friend… you were grateful she didn’t come.

…though you’d complain another time. For now, all that was left was to enjoy Whitaker’s kisses.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

Hello, sweetheart! I hope you liked it and that it fits everything you asked for. I love you, and drink lots of water!! 💕

[hannaaalovee]

Fragmented- Daryl Dixon

Summary: Alice manages to reach Hershel's house and retrieve her belongings; she is then able to attack them or choose to help.

Warnings: English is not my native language and I changed certain plot points to make it fit better.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The group was already in the woods, trying to figure out how to find Sophia as quickly as possible. Alice, meanwhile, was growing weaker by the minute, and getting to where they were and retrieving her bag was becoming an increasingly difficult prospect; the lack of sleep and food was starting to take its toll, and the wounds in her mouth from the muzzle were beginning to hurt.

Exhausted, she leaned against a tree, trying to hide, when in the distance she began to hear voices. It was the men from before, accompanied by that boy. Moving cautiously, she managed to make out that her bag was now in the hands of that guy, Shane.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Rick was walking when he heard a noise that alerted Carl and Shane, who stopped immediately, waiting for Rick’s instructions. They slowly moved forward and came upon a deer. All three were surprised; seeing that deer meant they’d have enough food to last several days. But just as Shane was about to take aim, Rick stopped him and let Carl approach the deer.

Carl’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the animal, but just as he was about to reach out his little hands, a bullet struck him. His father rushed toward him.

Rick ran frantically toward the farm where Otis—who had fired the shot by accident—had told them they could treat his son.

“How much longer? How much?” Rick asked desperately as he watched his little son bleed out in his arms.

“One more kilometer that way. Hershel... ask for Hershel,” Otis said as he caught his breath after running. “He’ll help you.”

From the windows of that farmhouse, the Greene family stood at the door, ready to attack if necessary, but when they saw that man running with the child in his arms, they didn’t hesitate.

“Was he bitten?” Hershel asked.

“They shot him... it was your man,” Rick said as his voice and legs grew weaker. “He told me to find Hershel... is that you? Please,” Rick pleaded as his voice cracked.

Hershel and his family set out without hesitation. It was going to be very difficult to keep him alive with limited medical resources, but they would manage... or at least they would try.

Alice wasn't far away; she had heard the gunshot. She knew they were heading toward a house right now, where they would get help, and this was undoubtedly her chance to get her things back.

She wasn't going to barge in or attack them suddenly—both men were armed, and it would be dangerous to confront them—but she would find a way... maybe strike at night.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Meanwhile, Tdog and Dale were still on the road, waiting for their companions to return.

“We’ll have a whole collection of spare parts… that’s for sure,” said Dale as he picked up another piece and cleaned it.

“Shouldn’t they be back by now?” asked Tdog, ignoring what Dale had said. Since their last conversation, Tdog had been feeling uneasy, as the thought kept repeating in his mind that out there was a woman who wasn’t just an illusion.

“It's still light out; let's not worry yet,” said Dale, but noticing that Tdog's behavior had changed, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Are you talking about the wound or what I saw?” he asked with a bitter tone in his voice, causing Dale to turn to him.

“Listen… I understand you’re upset, but there’s no way anyone could be out there alone—no one would survive out there.” That only made Tdog even angrier. Was it really that hard to believe him? “He had seen her; he had helped her.” “Let me see the wound,” said Dale as he took Tdog’s arm. Upon seeing the wound, it was clear it was starting to get infected.

“You have a terrible infection,” said Dale worriedly. “You could die of sepsis.”

“Wouldn't that be awesome?” said Tdog, laughing. “The world's going to hell, the dead are eating the living...” “But Theodore Douglas is hallucinating about women and ends up kicking the bucket from a cut on his arm,” he said with a laugh.

“That would be stupid,” said Dale, trying to shut him up. “I've been saying it since yesterday—we need to give you antibiotics...” “We’ve been ransacking these cars, and it’s unbelievable that we haven’t found any ampicillin or something somewhere, isn’t it?” he said, looking around.

“There should be some,” said Tdog, sitting up.

“That’s what I think… well… maybe we haven’t looked properly. Let’s look a little more,” said Dale, pausing. “And then… then you’ll tell me what you saw…” “Maybe you’re not so crazy after all,” he said, making Tdog smile.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

At Hershel's house, things were starting to get worse. Hershel had removed the bullet, but she would need a blood transfusion if she didn't want to die, so Rick was the one who donated it, But after a while, Rick started asking to go find Lori, who must have known what was happening. But in the condition he was in, it was very likely he wouldn’t make it to find her without passing out first. But Rick just refused, so Shane decided to talk to him.

The hours passed, and Alice was starting to get impatient when she saw Shane and another man come out the door, followed by another girl who mounted a horse and rode off in another direction. This was the moment—she had to strike now. Even though her muscles ached, she had to use her last bit of strength and get her things back.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The group kept walking through the woods in search of Sophia.

“It'll be dark soon,” said Daryl as he caught up with the group. “We should call it a day.”

“Let’s go back,” said Lori firmly. “Will we continue tomorrow?” asked Carol. “Yes, we’ll find her tomorrow.”

The group was already on its way to the highway when Andrea fell behind. It took only a second for her to be surprised by a walker, and just before it attacked her, she managed to react. The group heard her scream and ran quickly toward her, but when they arrived, they saw Andrea lying on the ground. It was already too late; the walker was too close. But suddenly a horse appeared, and the rider managed to knock the walker down.

“Lori? Lori Grimes?” Maggie asked.

“I’m Lori,” she replied as she approached. “Rick sent me. You have to come.”

“What?” Lori asked, bewildered.

“There was an accident. Carl was hurt. He’s alive, but you have to come now,” Maggie said, trying to get the woman to hurry, at which Lori simply climbed onto the horse next to her.

“Whoa, whoa, we don’t know this girl,” Daryl said, seeing how Lori followed her without hesitation. “You can’t get on that horse.”

“Rick said there were others on the road, didn’t he?” Maggie asked, turning to Glenn, who just stared at her blankly. “Take Fairburn Road—the house is three miles down it… you’ll see the mailbox: the Greens,” she said, starting the ride back home.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Alice had circled the house, looking for possible entry points, but when she couldn't find any, she took a chance and climbed in through one of the windows. Her gun was loaded, and she was carrying a spare just in case. So, after waiting a few minutes until she saw the sheriff and the man come out to the front door, she quickly climbed in through one of the windows.

She moved silently and hid in one of the rooms, but on the way she saw him—there was that boy... Alice could only watch him and knew that things wouldn’t turn out well if he didn’t undergo emergency surgery... Maybe I can help, Alice thought, but that thought vanished the moment she heard footsteps approaching.

While the others were busy with the boy, Alice tried to locate the bag; no doubt that guy was carrying it or had hidden it. Time was running out, and staying in the house would only cause her trouble. Ready to return to her hiding spot, Alice turned around, but when she did, she saw her—a young girl was staring at her in fear. When Alice tried to move forward to stop her, the girl started running. The plan was ruined, and now they had to start attacking.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Night fell, and the rest of the group arrived at the house. Glenn and T-Dog were the first to notice how quiet everything was, but without hesitation they approached, greeted by Maggie, who nervously opened the door, letting them all in. As they entered, they saw that everyone was sitting around the table staring at the floor; as they passed through, the door slammed shut and a woman made her presence known.

The woman’s face was covered, and she was pointing her gun at them.

“I'm Alice. I'm not here to hurt anyone, and this doesn't have to end badly... I'm just looking for my bag... there's medicine inside, and I'm willing to share, but you have to give it to me first.” All eyes were fixed on her. She was a young woman; she looked exhausted, and her clothes were soaked in blood, but when Tdog saw her, he recognized her.

“You... you're the woman,” said Tdog, looking at the rest of them. “I told you I wasn't crazy. She helped me... you helped me, didn't you?” he asked, approaching her, causing the woman to raise her gun and point it at him, so Daryl, in an attempt to raise his crossbow, was alerted by a shot that went straight through the door.

“Pick her up and empty the magazine into your skull,” Alice said as she pulled another gun from her back.

“You’re a doctor...” Hershel asked. “You said you have medicine, and there’s a child over there who needs treatment, and... I need help. If you’re willing, we can negotiate.”

The idea sounded good. Alice needed to rest; her body ached, and that damn thing on her head was starting to weigh her down.

“I’ll help you… but no guns. One wrong move and it’s all over,” she said, interrupted by Rick.

“We can give you whatever you need, but we need your help,” Alice hesitated for a few seconds.

“Do you have forceps?”

Alice had spent hours trying to remove the thing from her head, but it was difficult being alone. Just when she was about to give up, she saw the same guy from before walk by.

"You're Tdog, right?" he asked.

"I need your help, and we'll be even. But if you do anything stupid-" she said before being interrupted.

"I won't do anything, I promise," Tdog said, taking the pliers.

 Alice, who had been covering her face until now, uncovered it, revealing her face covered by a kind of muzzle, which surprised Tdog. What kind of person would do that to someone, he wondered.

"I need you to cut back here," Alice indicated, and right there, Tdog cut. She quickly stood up, removing the thing from her face, and after a long time, she looked at herself again. The mirror only showed her tired face with dark circles under her eyes, but she was free at last.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Hello again! This might be a little long, haha, but the best part is coming up where we'll find out what happened to Alice. I hope you like it. Drink water!

I hope you enjoy @brianna-merlim