#Class 302

[formeryelpers]

Class 302, 8855 Apollo Way #224, Downey, CA 90242

I first visited Class 302 many years ago in Rowland Heights. They were known for their shaved snow at that time and their Taiwanese food. I remember really enjoying my first visit. Later, they opened other locations including several with self-serve boba drinks. They still offered Taiwanese food and kept the Taiwanese elementary classroom-inspired décor.

Class 302 Downey has self-serve milk tea and smoothies with toppings (jellies, popping boba, boba), rice dishes, noodle dishes, and snacks. I like how you can build your own combo meal ($14.50). They dropped their famous shaved snow.

Popcorn chicken and meat over rice combo ($14.50): Generous portions! The popcorn chicken (extra spicy) was decent but a bit dry and a bit salty. It had the typical Chinese seasoning, crunchy batter and fried basil leaves. The meat over rice was different than I expected. It wasn’t braised minced pork (the typical Taiwanese dish) but the ground pork, pork floss (rousong), tea egg, mustard greens, pickled radish and steamed broccoli over rice had Taiwanese flavors and was very filling.

The milk tea is already made so you can’t adjust the sweetness. Since milk tea is usually way too sweet for me, I don’t find self-serve milk tea at all appealing.

The elementary school theme is cute. There are a few tables outside as well as their indoor seating. Order at the counter. The buzzer will sound when your order is ready.

3.5 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[nostalgicabe]

Class 302 Taiwanese Cuisine Rowland Heights

[lionstamer]

Class 302 Taiwanese Cuisine Rowland Heights

[vinomino]

Next Door Dilf

When your apartment came with an added bonus.

Featuring: Togame.J x f!reader

Contents: mdni 18+, dilf!togame, age gap, cunnilingus, big dick!togame, unprotected sex, creampie

WC: 2.6K

Inspired by this → post

Trying to save money had you moving into a suspicious part of town. You found a one-bedroom apartment, that came with a bathtub, kitchen, and even a personal washer and dryer. The only part was the area the building was located in. Bad rumors, gangs, and fights surround the place, but you don't have the money to choose luxury. The owner even lowered the original rent for you because someone recently moved out. Signing the lease, he gave you the key, followed by a piece of advice, “Don’t stay out late at night, it's dangerous, especially for someone like you.” 

The first time you met your neighbor, was the day you were moving in. Heaving a cardboard box up the stairs when a pair of stronger arms lifted it away.  “You’re moving into 302 right?” The man asked. You paused for a second, “Oh– yes, I am. Thank you.” He proceeds to place all the boxes in the middle of the living room for you. You bow and thank him, pulling out a bill to pay him for his gratitude, he raises his hand, “No, no. I can’t take it, it’ll make me feel bad.” You nod, “Can I at least have your name?” 

“Togame Jo, I live next door in 303. See ya later.” With that, he retreated into his apartment. 

You unpacked and started to settle in. Setting up your alarm clock, you realized the batteries died. The sun sets in an hour, so you have time to make a quick run to the corner store. When you leave your apartment you see Togame leaning on the railing, smoking a cigarette. You nod your head at him before scurrying down the stairs. The cashier rings you up and you walk out the sliding doors of the store. Plastic bag in hand, you begin walking back. When you pass by an alleyway a few men approach you. 

“Never seen you around before.” “Why’d a babe like you move here?” “Wanna have some fun with me?” 

Ignoring their remarks, you speed-walk back to the complex building but a hand grabs your wrist, “Why’re you ignoring me~? C’mon, I don’t bite.” He filthily grins at you. Trying to yank your arm free, you shout, “Let go of me!” The guys behind him snicker, “Aye, she’s a feisty one even though she looks so innocent.” He tugs you forward into him, placing his hand against your back. You push at him as hard as you can which takes him off guard, letting you rip your arm away. “Tch– Hey I was being nice.” 

“Now, now…what do you guys think you’re doing? Hmm?” You hear sandals behind you, turning around, you see Togame. 

“Shit– Togame sir…we were just playing around!” The guy frets, raising his hands, “Swear.” He chuckles nervously. Togame pulls you behind him, you can smell tobacco on him.“Is that so? Then why does she look so scared…” He drawls, tapping his chin in question. “Get outta here.” The guy and his friends or whatever run, tails tucked between their legs. “I’m glad I went after you, it’s dangerous out alone at this time.” Togame smiles down at you. 

He walks you back and tells you to be more careful. As the weeks go by, whenever you leave and see him out smoking, you chat with him a bit. You tell him you moved for college and needed a cheap place to rent. Togame chuckles as he tells you to study hard. 

Even with the small talk, he didn’t talk much about himself, all you learned was that he lived in town all his life. Until one day you were returning from your classes when you saw a car in front of the building. Togame had a young teen by his side, he opened the door for the boy and patted his head. Standing on the sidewalk as he watches the car drive away, then he sees you walking towards him. “Hey, back so soon?” He waves his hand. 

“Yeah, classes ended early today…” You wonder who the boy was to him, a younger brother? Togame can sense your wonder, “You wanna ask me who that was right?” Snapping out of your thoughts, you look up at him, “Ah…no, I don’t want to dig into your personal life.” You wryly chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck. “Do you want some ramune?” He asks.

Now, you're seated on his couch as he digs through his fridge. Taking the time to look around the place, you notice that he is quite a sloppy person. Shirts and sweats were thrown over furniture and his trash bin was piling up a bit. He lived like a college boy even though he looked like he was in his late 30s. Togame places the glass bottle in front of you, “Thank you…” You pop the marble and sneak a glance at him already sipping the carbonated drink. “His name’s Toru,” Togame tells you that he had Toru way back when he was younger. Toru turned 13 and was in his first year in junior high school. Togame explains that Toru visited every other week, and while he didn’t have custody of Toru, his ex-girlfriend wanted their son to know who his dad was. “It seems I’ve chatted for too long,” the sun had set. “Sorry, if I talked your ear off.” 

You lay in your bed that night, remembering how solemn he looked when he talked about his son. He said it was an accident back then, but he still regrets not being as present as he should've been. Rolling on your side, you wonder if he is alright, considering the state of his apartment. The next day, you were taking out your trash, and he was standing there smoking again. He noticed you, “Taking out the trash?” 

Thinking for a second, “Why don’t you take yours out too?” You suggest. That catches him off guard and he chuckles, “Yeah, you're right, I should.” 

~

“What’s this?” Togame stares at the container you hold out for him to take.

“It’s curry, I made too much. It’ll go bad soon and I can’t finish it all.” You explain. 

He nods, accepting it, “Lucky me. I’ll give you back the container.” 

~

Togame’s starting to catch on since you can’t possibly keep making large amounts of food that you coincidentally can’t finish. But he doesn’t say anything, just smirking while he grabs the containers. Beef stew, fried rice, mille-feuille nabe, gratin, and even some cookies. While he enjoys all of them, he can’t help but question what your true intentions are. 

~

“So…why do you keep giving me food.” He hands back the empty cleaned containers. 

“No reason.” 

“Be honest.” 

You stay silent for a moment, “Okay, I’m worried about you.” 

“Worried? Me? Why?” Togame tilts his head, crossing his arms in front of him. 

You stare at him dumbfounded, “Have you seen the way you live? There isn’t a single fruit or vegetable in your fridge.” 

He scratches his head, “I eat out.” 

“That isn’t healthy either.” You retort, stepping back into the foyer, he leans against your doorframe. “What is it?” 

“Why don’t you just call me over, instead of giving me containers.” 

That did make sense, it would remove the need for packaging and cleaning. “Sure.” 

So the next afternoon, you ring his doorbell. “Be right there,” he groans while approaching his front door, questioning who it was. Togame opens it, “Oh. It’s you.” He’s shirtless, you can see how toned his abs were and his sweatpants were hanging dangerously low off his hips, giving you a little peek of his happy trail. You slam the door shut in his face, “Put some clothes on!” Your cheeks are heating up. You knew he was attractive the moment you first met, but you see some of your friends attractive as well and you had no intention of getting with them. But you can’t help the way your heart is pounding against your chest. 

You chew on a mushroom, Togame now has a white shirt on. He picks up a piece of beef with his chopsticks, “Why’s a young girl like you bein’ chummy with an old guy like me.” 

“I see my professors as my friends as well and they are much older than you.” 

“But they don’t sit at your dining table, eatin’ dinner with you.” 

“Then should I kick you out?”

“How mean.” He fake pouts. 

Togame sifts through channels on your couch as you wash the dishes. You sent him to go watch TV because you didn’t want him to break your dishes when he offered to wash for you. Focusing on scrubbing the sauce of a pan, you don’t notice that he’s behind you until your back hits his chest. You jolt, “Why are you behind me?!” Laughter rumbles in his chest at your reaction. “Didn’t your parents tell you to be careful when inviting guys into your place?” He trails a finger on the back of your neck, sending shivers throughout your entire body. 

“Why would that be a problem?” 

“Hmm…a little girl like yourself ought to be more careful.” 

“I’m not a little girl–” You swiftly turn around and he traps you between the counter and his body. “Togame?” 

The dark look in his emerald eyes makes you sweat a bit. “What are you doing…?” 

“Didn’t you want this to happen?” He says slowly into your ear, his bangs falling into his face when he leaned down. His hot breath makes you curl inward and whimper. “How cute…” Togame caresses your cheek. “I want to ruin you.” You stare up at him with wide eyes. 

Maybe you did want this to happen, your pants are off, somewhere on the tiles, and you don’t care, not when Togame’s tongue is inside you. You twitch on the kitchen counter, gripping his black locks as you buckle your hips against his face. “Togame– shit. Ah fuck…” Throwing your head back as you moan when he thumbs at your clit. His tongue licking against your folds and prodding into your cunt. You tug at his hair, “M’cumming!” He groans against you in response, quickening his movements, and in no time he has you gushing all over his face. Your body trembles from the aftermath of your high, he stands up. Slick glistening on his chin when he swoops in to lock your lips with his. You can taste yourself and he swallows up your whines hungrily. 

“So cheeky, bein’ nice to me n all that,” he murmured, hand coming up to idly toy with a strand of your hair, winding it around his finger. “I should thank you.” You blink away tears, raggedly breathing. Surging forward to kiss him again, his surprise at your action quickly became replaced by a deep hunger. His body was warm and solid against yours, he tongued you with skilled ease. Breaking the kiss to properly breathe, a string of saliva connected the two of you. The sight making your pussy throb. “Togame…” You whine, he shushes you. “Why don’t you call me Jo.” 

You gulp before shakily saying his name, “Jo…” He grins his approval, his name sounded so sweet on your lips that it made his cock throb against his sweats. Togame effortlessly picked you off the counter, strong hands under your ass, pressing you against his broad chest. You squeak and wrap your legs around his torso, he carries you like you weigh nothing. He walked into the open door of your bedroom, hastily dropping you down onto the mattress, a feral gleam in his eyes as he loomed over you. Togame kneels down on the bed between your legs, you prop yourself up on your elbows as he pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room. 

“Jo.” You whine impatiently, he chuckled back.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He teased, his hands slowly trailing up your thighs, scoring the way your skin felt. Togame tore your shirt off, you hear the sound of fabric ripping. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you.” His gaze darkened at the sight of your exposed flesh, the hunger growing into a relentless need.

Togame is big, everything about him is big. His cock stretched you out to the point it was painful, you can feel his tip prodding into your womb. Sniffling into your bed as he pounds you into oblivion, your tears soak the sheet from the amount of pleasure you were feeling. His breeder balls slap against your clit, making you tremble every time. “Fuck…” he curses from behind, “gripping me so fucking tight. You love getting stretched out by an older dick huh? Those college boys don’t fuck you well enough?” He taunts in a low and tantalizing tone. “Y-Yes!” You cry out. He lets out a laugh, “Good girl,” tightening his grip on your wrists that are placed behind your back. Togame watches as his dick glides in and out of you, a creamy ring forming around his base, and the way your ass jiggles when he bottoms out. 

A calloused hand grips one side of your hip to pull you back. You sob and kick your legs, drooling as he fucks the shape of his cock into your spongey walls, you’re certain he’s ruined every other dick for you. Togame lifts a leg and plants it beside you, allowing him to reach even deeper into you, making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

Togame’s certain your fucked out of your mind when you can’t say anything, but moan. This was just what he needed in his life, a tight pussy sucking him in, all his stress vanished the moment he sunk into you. He needs you in his life forever, he already fucked up his first chance at a family, but he’s going to treat you so well. Make you his little housewife, coming home to your cooking every night and fucking you every chance he can get. He’s sick of bringing his son into his crappy apartment, so he’ll put a ring on your finger, buy a nice house and Toru can stay overnight every weekend. Even though he’s been a crap man all his life, at this moment he promises he’s going to change. One of his fellow gang members back in the day made a business that’s currently doing well, maybe he can talk the guy into giving him a job. 

“Jo–” You turn your head against the bed to look at him, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“Hmm?” 

“I wanna–I wanna see you…” You sniffle. He swears he just fell in love. Togame pulls out and flips you onto your back, your breasts bounce when you lay down. He’s pushing his cock right back into you, you hold your arms out, beckoning him closer. He obliges, lowering himself down on his elbows, and pressing his chest into yours. Body pressing firmly against you, trapping you underneath him. You sigh out at the feeling of his hot skin against yours. “S’good…” You slur, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Fuck–don’t do that.” He grunts when you unknowingly clench down on him. “Shit…” he groans, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he feels himself on the edge.

The sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the room, and sweat drips from his hair. You want him to cum, to fill you up, you need it so badly. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you clench down, eliciting a grunt from him. “Let go– I need to pull out–” 

“No! Wan’ it inside! Jo! Please! Inside!” You babble out. Before he can protest, he’s already spilling himself into your pussy, coating your walls. He bucks his hips against yours as he rides out his high. 

Togame doesn’t know whether you’re ensnarled in his web or if he’s caught in yours. 

a/n: this was supposed to be a little Drabble :| I need to focus on my other wips hnnnhgh

[https-milo]

Would u mind doing a tamaki amajiki Instagram

my glorious anxious king, yesyesyeysyesy!

DATING TAMAKI AMAJIKI INSTAGRAM!

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instagram posts w/ comments while dating Tamaki Amajiki

sunnysidey/n · 15w

1.5k likes Liked by suneater, lemirio, nejirechan

sunnysidey/n me and my fave went to a butterfly garden!! Tamaki my goat (or like octopus, clam, chicken - he's never eaten a goat (I don't think))

Tagged: suneater

suneater it was so fun. it was quiet too. also I've never eaten a goat... sunnysidey/n suneater GAH IKR! It was such a cute little gardennnn ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ I wanted to fall asleep! And I hope you haven't eaten a goat (´∇｀) suneater sunnysidey/n well if you fell asleep, id have to wake you up and you don't usually wake up right away... so we would've been late to fatgum's agency... so I'm glad you stayed away lemirio suneater HMMMMMMM maybeeee its because you liked talking to herrrrrr ★⌒ヽ( ͡° ε ͡°) suneater lemirio well uh you know... sunnysidey/n suneater don't worry, tama!! everyone likes talking to me so obviously!! >3< nejirechan suneater DMSDMSDMSDMS

lemirio Lets gooo!! Tamaki was telling me all about it! He was so excited to take you! sunnysidey/n lemirio I was so excited to go!! Tama is so fun to be around! (´｡✪ω✪｡｀)

INSTAGRAM DIRECT!

lemirio replied to your story: 😏😏😏

sunnysidey/n: he's still gonna deny my attraction 😞😞

nejirechan replied to your story: hmm i wonder who this is about!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

sunnysidey/n: sighhhh we'll never know ✧٩(•́⌄•́๑)و ✧

suneater replied to your story: !!!

suneater: uh who is this about?

suneater: sorry you probably dont want me to know

suneater: I wouldnt want me to know

suneater just forget I said anything

sunnysidey/n: tamaaa what did I say about that (╥_╥)

sunnysidey/n: you can talk to me about anything, and you *dont* need to apologize!! ٩(●ᴗ●)۶

suneater: ok im sorry

sunnysidey/n: -_-

sunnysidey/n: anyways! To answer your question; I think you know who I'm talking about (we're in the same class, after all) you've just gotta admit it to yourself ¯\_(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)_/¯

suneater: ok...

suneater: im not ready for that yet

sunnysidey/n: i know tama! dont worry (っ´▽｀)っ

suneater: (.づ◡﹏◡)づ ⊂(・▽・⊂) sunnysidey/n reacted "❤️" to this message

sunnysidey/n: AHHH ITS LITERALLY US!!

sunnysidey/n · 12w

2.1k likes Liked by lemirio, yuyu.haya, nejirechan, suneater

sunnysidey/n being 18 means we can buy fireworks whenever(▀U ▀-͠) happy random day of school guys!!

Tagged: suneater, yuyu.haya, lemirio, nejirechan

nejirechan the way amajiki is looking at your sparkler in worry ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) sunnysidey/n nejirechan he does have an anxiety disorder, but I can totally be delusional and think he was looking out for me!! ( ˘ ³˘)♥ suneater sunnysidey/n but I was worried... what if it got in your hair? sunnysidey/n suneater UBIUBREIBVLKSDBLIVUHJB sunnysidey/n suneater I mean!! thanks!! <3 lemirio sunnysidey/n he just blushed and put his face in the wall( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

yuyu.haya me you and nejire need to hang out more. it was super fun being with you today nejirechan yuyu.haya OOOO SHOPPING TRIP SOON?? sunnysidey/n nejirechan IM SO DOWN!! TEHEHEH (≧◡≦)

suneater it was so fun. i'm glad you didn't catch on fire sunnysidey/n suneater did you doubt me o(╥﹏╥) suneater sunnysidey/n only a little. you can be forgetful. I was worried you'd forget it was in your hand then scratch your head T_T sunnysidey/n suneater well then I'm glad you were looking out for me <3

suneater · 8w

302 likes Liked by sunnysidey/n, nejirechan, lemirio

suneater y/n just... barged into my room and is making me watch her favorite movies while she pauses every few seconds to analyze the scene (this is our third movie)

sunnysidey/n YOU?? POSTED?? ME?? OH MY GOSH. YOUR FIRST POST IN TWO YEARS AND ITS ME??? suneater sunnysidey/n well, you're the one who's hanging out with me right now. I thought this was worth posting. sorry if thats weird. I'll go home. sunnysidey/n suneater NO SHHHHH ofc its okay!! Im overjoyed rn!! and you cant go home, i'm in your home =^ v ^=

sunnysidey/n no one else listens to me yap like you. mirio always has his own opinions he wants to say, and Nejire changes the subject SOOOO fast. You just listen (＾ω＾)人(＾ω＾) suneater sunnysidey/n i'm glad you like talking to me lemirio sunnysidey/n thats cute and all, but why are we catching strays -_- sunnysidey/n lemirio IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO LIKE INSULT YOU TWO, I WAS JUST SAYING!! I LOVE YOU BOTH VERY VERY VERY MUCH, YOU AND NEJIRE ARE VERY MUCH MY BEST FRIENDS TOO!

INSTAGRAM DIRECT!

You replied to suneater's story: ≧⁰,⁰≦

sunnysidey/n: are you ready?

suneater: i think so...

suneater: im nervous, like more nervous than usual

sunnysidey/n: oh its okay!! i'm super nervous too

sunnysidey/n: we can be nervous together

suneater: okay... can you go first?

sunnysidey/n: ofc

sunnysidey/n: I've liked you since our first year. you just came into my life so naturally I couldn't help it. At first I wanted to tell you right away, but I knew you'd panic and I didn't want to upset you in any way. So I waited and waited until it felt like it was going away, but I guess it never did. I reallyyyyyy like you, Tama.

sunnysidey/n: but are you ready to like me?

suneater: um I've liked you since the autumn semester of our second year... the day you stayed behind with me while everyone went and watched a horror movie because I was too scared. Even though it was a rerun of your favorite... I was so scared to ruin what we had so I didn't say anything.

suneater: this is so embarrassing...

sunnysidey/n: nothing to be embarrassed of ✧٩(•́⌄•́๑)و ✧

suneater: you knew I liked you, but you never outright said it... why?

sunnysidey/n: i didn't wanna make you anxious :]

sunnysidey/n: i wanted you to be ready and not have a forced hand in admitting your feelings for me. buttt i couldn't stop myself from posting and admiring you ( ˘ ³˘)♥

suneater: you're effortlessly make me happy without even knowing it... you're so special to me, n/n sunnysidey/n reacted "❤️" to this message

suneater: will you be my girlfriend?

sunnysidey/n: obviously!! <33

suneater: <3

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incase I lost the plot: Y/n liked Tamaki first, Y/n knew Tamaki liked her back but didn't say anything, Tamaki knew Y/n liked him but was nervous so he didn't say anything.

alsooo y/n's quirk in this is smth to do with eggs i guess, hence the "sunny side" (cause yk a sunny side up egg) ((im so creative))

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 - 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

Word Count: 302

Contains: kissing

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A/N: Just wanted to post a small Drabble since todays my birthday 🐸💚

You sat at your desk, idly scrolling through your phone during the short break between classes. The room was buzzing with activity as everyone waited for the lesson to resume. Suddenly, Denki appeared at your desk, wearing his signature goofy grin, clearly up to something mischievous.

"Hey Y/n," he greeted you eagerly, catching your attention. You glanced up from your phone to see the blonde boy standing before you. "Yes, Kaminari?" you inquired, curious about what he had in mind. "Let's make a deal," he proposed, placing a water bottle on your desk. "If I flip this and it lands, you owe me a kiss," he declared with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You blinked in surprise, not expecting such a request. "Uh, why?" you questioned him, puzzled by his sudden boldness. "Just say yes."

You rolled your eyes, giving in to his playful challenge. "Sure, fine. But I highly doubt you'll actually land it," you remarked, resting your head on your hand. Denki smirked, taking hold of the bottle by the cap. With a swift motion, he flipped the bottle, watching intently as it spun through the air. It came tantalizingly close to landing upright but ultimately toppled over, rolling off the desk. "Aw man," he pouted, disappointed by his near miss. "See? No kiss for you, Kaminari. It didn't land," you pointed out, feeling relieved.

However, before you could protest further, Denki seized you by the shoulders, drawing you closer. "That's not the deal," you insisted, he cut off your objections by pressing his lips to yours in a quick, unexpected kiss. You were taken aback, eyes widening in shock as he pulled away, a smug grin on his face. "Wow, thanks Y/n," he quipped, sauntering back to his seat, leaving you flustered and mortified "What the fuck?"

tags: @slayfics @tootiecakes234 Lmk if you wanna be added 🐸

[jongseonvs]

as your bf!

txt 𖤐

warnings: reader is addressed as ‘girlfriend’

word count : 302

not proofread.

#soobin — • ۫ ˎ ｡˚ ♡⃛

- is very open that you’re his girlfriend,

- doesn’t plan to keep you a secret from anyone

- lets you borrow ANYTHING and i mean ANYTHING. socks, shirts, hoodies, glasses, even his SKINCARE that was custom made for him (it works on you too dw :p)

- is only cute to you, because he believes you deserve to see every side of him <3

#yeonjun — • ۫ ˎ ｡˚ ✦

- when he drops you off, he waits until you’re inside your house to drive off

- facetimes you EVERY. SECOND. OF. THE. DAY.

- while you’re showering, in class, studying, he doesn’t care he js wants to see his girl

- never goes out without you, you’ve been to like a thousand parties with him

#beomgyu — • ۫ ˎ ｡˚ ৎ୭

- sends you so many cute animal videos

- always begs you to play games with him bc “soobin and taehyun suck”

- sleeps hugging your arm :( bc that’s when he feels the most comfortable

- yells more than he actually talks around you because he trusts you not to judge him

#taehyun — • ۫ ˎ ｡˚ ➷

- constantly reassures you, whether you accidentally spill something on him or you’re unconfident

- holds the door open for you (typical BF MOVE)

- gives you all the passes; passenger princess, partner privilege

- remembers everything you tell him, even something as small as the slight pain you felt in your foot 3 months ago… (the pain had went away after a second.)

#hueningkai —•*¨｡˚ ☆

huening kai

- nags you about food, but only because he cares and wants you to be healthy

- doesn’t listen when you say you want to be left alone because he knows you don’t mean it

- talks to you about his feelings

- buys you so many gifts because he says everything reminds him of you

[thank you for reading! feed back is appreciated<3]

[niki-phoria]

Can i request for Y/N taking care of sick TXT members but in school, idk maybe it's winter and they caught a really bad cold/flu but their mom/dad wanted them to attend school anyway and they're really sleepy and clingy or he's sleeping in class and you have to make everything for them, or maybe the fan makes them sneeze/cough and you have to give him medicine, he's normally really hyper but that day he's really calm and soft, you buy them tissues or water if they need it, but you did a lot of TXT sickfics so idk if this is too much or if you don't really feel comfortable writing this kind of things you don't have to do it, but thank you for reading ^^

⋆｡°✩ txt reaction - they get sick

includes: school au (could be high school or uni), sickfics are so easy to write lol, i adore beomgyu :((

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

gn reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

⋆｡°✩ soobin

(word count 248)

you startle when soobin sneezes from beside you once again. the noise echoes throughout the otherwise silent library, making a few people glance over in your direction. you ignore them as you slide a box of tissues in his direction instead. “thank you,” he whispers, reaching out to grab one before blowing his nose as quietly as possible. 

“are you okay?” you reach over, brushing the back of your hand against his forehead. soobin’s skin feels warm - even in the few seconds it takes for you to check his temperature. “you’ve been sneezing all day.”

“i’m fine,” he sniffles. “i’m sure it’s just the flu or something.”

“well, your flu has been making you sneeze all over our textbooks,” you tease. soobin’s face flushes slightly in response. he glances down at the open books as if he’ll be able to see the germs coating the pages. “come on,” you whisper. “let’s go home. get some rest.”

“y/n, i have a test next week-”

you cut him off by closing your textbook and shoving it into your backpack. “and you won’t be able to study when you’re sick.” you walk around the desk to his side, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. “i’ll make you some soup, and we can cuddle, and sleep,” you say, exaggerating the words.

“okay,” soobin lets out a small sigh as he reluctantly follows your lead, packing up his own notes. “but only because you’re so cute when you ask.”

⋆｡°✩ yeonjun

(word count 302)

you startle slightly when your phone begins vibrating violently against the library desk you had been working on. you apologetically shrink back when the librarian glances over the top of his book to momentarily glare at you as you slip outside to answer the call. 

“hello?” 

you’re met with violent coughing on the other end for a few seconds before yeonjun’s shaky voice comes through the line. “y/n,” he all but whimpers. “can you come over? please?”

“of course,” you lower the volume on your phone as you re-enter the library. you prop your phone against your ear as you shove your things into your backpack. “are you still at home?”

“i’ve been home all day,” he says. “i think i’m sick.”

“i’ll be right there.” 

you sling your backpack over your shoulder before running out of the school until you reach yeonjun’s house. the cold chilling your bones and the bewildered looks from strangers you pass along the way are ignored until you reach his house.

you find yeonjun sitting in the bathroom. his back is pressed against the wall; his eyes closed. “jagi,” you whisper. you kneel down beside him, brushing a stray strand of hair out of his face. “are you okay?”

“i’ve been throwing up all day,” he whispers. 

“oh, honey,” you murmur, bringing a hand up to press against his forehead. it feels warm against your skin. “can i get you anything?”

“just want you,” yeonjun whispers. 

you give him a sympathetic smile, moving to sit beside him. you grab his hand and intertwine your fingers together. “okay. then we can sit here until you feel better.”

yeonjun leans over to rest his head against your shoulder, letting his eyes shut once again. “i love you,” he whispers. 

you squeeze his hand. “i love you too.”

⋆｡°✩ beomgyu

(word count 259)

you pull your coat tighter around your body to protect against the winter chill that blows past as you rush up the steps to beomgyu’s door. you shiver as you raise a hand up before knocking on the thick wood separating you from your boyfriend and the warmth inside. 

you can hear a light scuffling before the door cracks open to reveal a very tired, sickly beomgyu. “y/n,” he rasps out with a soft smile. 

“gyu,” you whisper. he opens the door just enough to let you inside, revealing a mess of tissues on the table beside his couch. you tug the blanket resting just around his shoulders further around his body. “taehyun said you were sick. how are you feeling now?”

“tired,” beomgyu whispers. you let him step forwards to lazily wrap his arms around your waist. he leans against you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “wanna cuddle with you.”

“okay,” you rest your hand on his lower back as you slowly guide him back towards the couch. “we can cuddle.”

the couch is uncomfortable and cramped as you shove yourself into the small space between beomgyu and the back cushions, though you don’t complain as he nuzzles further against your chest. you lean down, brushing the hair out of his face and pressing a kiss against his forehead. “get some rest, jagi,” you whisper. 

beomgyu simply hums in response. his voice is slurred - likely a mix of the sickness and how tired he is. “love you.”

“i love you too,” you whisper.

⋆｡°✩ taehyun

(word count 236)

taehyun poorly stifles yet another cough with his arm. he turns his arm as he violently heaves for a few seconds before sitting up beside you once again. your teacher barely spares him a glance over her shoulder as she continues her lecture. taehyun sniffles as he lets out a small sigh before turning back to his notes.

you wait for her to turn her back on you before reaching over to gently pat his back.  “are you okay?” you whisper. 

“‘m fine,” he replies, though you notice his voice is raspier than usual. a thin layer of sweat has started to form against his uncharacteristically pale skin. his hand feels clammy in yours. 

“you’ve been coughing all morning.” you let the lecture fall on deaf ears; your attention remaining fully on your boyfriend. taehyun simply sniffles once again in response. 

unsatisfied, you reach over to slide his notebook in front of you. you reach up to cup his cheek with your hand before pressing the back of it against his forehead. it feels unusually warm. you sigh, coaxing his head to lean against your shoulder. “i’ll take your notes. just try to get some rest, okay?”

taehyun looks over at you, debating whether or not to protest before he finally sighs. “fine,” he whispers. his eyes flutter shut as he leans against you. “just make sure my notes are good, okay?”

“of course,” you hum.

⋆｡°✩ huening kai

(word count 270)

you rush down the steps of the bus, calling out a ‘thank you’ over your shoulder. you run through the snowy streets as quickly and carefully as you can. in your hurry to get to kai’s house, you had forgotten any sort of coat - a decision you only regret more and more as the cold chills your bones through the thin fabric of your school uniform. 

shivers only continue to rack through your body as you run up the steps to kai’s house. you cup your hands over your mouth, breathing against your skin in an attempt to warm yourself up after knocking on the door. you’re quick to rush into the house as soon as the door cracks open, relishing in the warmth from the heaters inside. 

“y/n?” kai asks. 

“kai,” you smile, rubbing your hands against your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up. 

he steps forwards, wrapping his body around you. “what are you doing here?”

“i ran into bahiyyih earlier. she said you weren’t feeling well.” kai tugs you even closer, shifting so the blanket resting around his shoulders is wrapped around yours instead.

“so you thought the best decision was to run through seoul without a jacket to my house in the middle of the school day?” he asks.

you shrug. “thought you could use some company.”

“well, you were right.” kai laughs, pulling you into a hug. he guides you towards the couch before pulling you down to lay back against the cushions beside him. you shift to pull him down into a quick kiss. “i’m glad you came.”

“i am too.”

[tlouxx]

Electromagnetism

~ ellie williams x reader

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part two <3

synopsis: you and ellie williams have been long time rivals. you are a physics majors at wellesley college, and you’re competing for the same spot in the prestigious dr. ramsey’s lab as ellie. suddenly neither of you can escape the other as you’re both trying to navigate your final year of college.

content: college!ellie, modern au, mean!ellie, academic rivals to lovers, slow burn, forced proximity, eventual smut, swearing, banter, just trying to intro ellie and reader rn

an: this is the first fic i've written! i hope you enjoy :) pls be kind

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I want this year to be better. To achieve more. To get everything I have wanted. Well.. I want this to be the year I best Ellie Williams. It has been so frustrating to get second best to her no matter how hard I try. I study 15 hours for the exam. She studies for 20. I get a 98 on the lab report. She gets a 100. I can’t stand this girl. This year I have a fire under my ass. I’ll do whatever it takes to get the lab position with Dr. Ramsey, and I know Ellie is gunning for it too… 

...

Day One  - PHYS 302: Quantum Mechanics 

Fuck. I know I'm going to be late. I had been up until 2:00 a.m. devising a plan for how I was going to handle all of the stress of senior year. Between tutoring, a full class load, and working on my thesis, I am going to have no life outside of school. Although, I’m kind of fucking it up already by waking up late for the first day of class. 

…

I am sprinting through campus trying to navigate through the thick of the freshman class wandering aimlessly around. I have 1 minute and 39 seconds to make it on time before Dr. L locks the door. (She’s a bit famous for doing that). It’s mid august and hot. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back, and my bangs are clinging to my forehead. I see a shortcut to the physics building through the freshly landscaped garden. Dirt and mulch kicks up my jeans, but I don’t care. Behind me, I hear yelling. “Move out of my way!!” I look momentarily to see none other than Ellie Williams. Suddenly I don’t feel as bad about being late. She’s in her typical wardrobe of converse and a jacket too big for her, and she’s running toward me. 

…

“Don’t you know she’s going to lock the door on us!” 

“I know Ellie!” I scoff back. I book it knowing we only have 45 seconds left to make it on time. We’re both charging up the stairs. Ellie shoves me aside. I yell  “Are you kidding me!” She simply laughs at me. 

… 

I’m following right behind her. I can feel the anger flood through my body. My cheeks are flushed, and I can feel my rage nearly leave my mouth. I know I’d only be stooping to her level. I see the door in my line of sight and feel the tension dissipate knowing we made it. We rush through the door with seconds to spare. All eyes are on us. I suddenly feel the anger leave and be replaced by embarrassment. I look around for somewhere to sit. PHYS 302 is a popular class with a majority of the seats being full. Ellie and I look at each other realizing there are only two seats left. Right next to each other. 

…

We both glare at the other, but sit down knowing we’ve already caused a commotion by busting through the door at the last second. I’m angry. I’m irritated. This is exactly why I have to do better this semester. I know what I want, and I won’t stop until I see that smirk wiped off her face. 

…

As class continues on, I glance over at Ellie. She’s diligently taking notes and hanging on to every word Dr. L says. I should be doing the same. This class is important to me, and doing well can help me guarantee my spot in Dr. Ramsey’s lab. I’ve been dreaming of doing my thesis with her help since freshman year. Right now though, I need to stop daydreaming about beating Ellie and actually do it. 

…

I’ve always loved the atmosphere here at Wellesley. The campus is gorgeous and almost looks otherworldly at times. The blossoming pinks of the spring and the rich reds and yellows of the fall makes it look like a daydream. I have studied at nearly every picnic table out here. The sun is shining down on my face through the clouds.  I look up and start to reminisce about the good times I’ve had here, but the heat is getting to me. I peel off my jacket before I enter my next lecture. I open the door to see Ellie Williams smirking at me. 

…

PHYS 208: Intermediate Electromagnetism

“I didn’t think you’d be brave enough to take this class. Seems a little too… difficult for you.” 

“Fuck off Ellie. You know I’m just as smart as you.” 

“And I know how much it kills you that you have to work twice as hard to come close to me” 

I laugh. “What kills me is that you think that’s true. I already know you studied for days for Dr. Ramsey’s final when I studied for a couple hours and got practically the same grade” I can feel myself getting flustered. I’ve been wanting to dedicate this semester to kicking her ass, and she can see it. I watch as her cheeks turn red. She knows I see her too. She turns back around in her seat. 

…

The weight of the day feels heavy on my shoulders. I shouldn’t have said that to Ellie. Dina told me in confidence how much time she was dedicating to studying for the exam. I shouldn’t have betrayed her trust just to get back at Ellie. I don’t have much time to waste ruminating on actions. I have work in 20 minutes and a 15 minute walk there. 

…

I work at the tutoring center on campus. I mainly help the underclassmen with the major prerequisite courses like MATH 205 and PHYS 100/107/108. It gives me a sense of fulfillment helping others. I know firsthand how hard these classes are. I probably wouldn’t have survived the first year without the help of the tutoring department. It’s part of the reason why I decided to work here making minimum wage. Plus it’ll make my application to work at Dr. Ramsey’s lab look better. I glance through the windows to get a glimpse of who I'll be working with this semester. I hope Dina and I get the same shifts like last semester. I’m sure you can guess who I see though. Ellie. Fucking. Williams. 

…

I can feel my eyes rolling. I can’t escape her! Everywhere I turn she’s there. First both our classes are together and now she’s working at the tutoring center? This has to be some sick joke. I look up at her and smile. She looks away and sits in a nearby chair. I sit across from her waiting for someone to instruct us on what to do next. I do regret embarrassing her, but she started it. She nearly pushed me down the stairs just to get ahead of me on top of that too. Maybe I shouldn’t feel so bad, but my heart is still pounding as I look up at her again. 

…

The tutoring center supervisor sees us sitting in silence together. She’s nice enough, but her wardrobe is stuck in 2013. I catch myself staring at her oddly patterned top. Ellie notices me staring and gives me a knowing smile. 

“I’m so glad you’re both here! You and Ellie will be our main tutors on Monday, Wednesday, Friday for the core physics class. I think you two are already acquainted” 

“Oh. I thought Dina and I would be doing that again.” 

“Right. I thought you might say that, but with her new course load she’ll be doing Tuesday and Thursday instead.” 

“I see.” 

“You and Ellie are both top of the class! I feel so lucky to have you guys here.” 

I smile and head down to the physics portion of the building. 

…

Ellie is following behind me closely. I’m wondering if maybe she’ll apologize, but I doubt she’d ever do that. We both sit down at our respective desks. I look up at her again. I must’ve hit close to home with my comment. She’s helping someone with their MATH 205 homework. Ellie tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear. She always wears it half up/half down. Despite our rivalry, I admit to myself that it looks good on her. Her complexion is soft and a spread of freckles paints her nose. She gives them a thumbs up as they leave, and they yell to Ellie, “You’re a life-saver!” 

…

After a few hours of no students, I’m getting bored. I can sense the tension between me and Ellie. I think I should say something. 

“Hey Ellie, I think I should apologize for earlier.” 

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’m glad you finally are stepping up in this little game of ours. I needed a little extra motivation to step up my game so I can get the spot in Dr. Ramsey’s lab” 

“God, I knew you were gunning for it too.” 

Ellie gets out of her chair and steps closer to me. She creeps in closely. My heart skips a beat for a second. Fuck this girl will be the death of me. 

She is only inches from my face. My cheeks begin to flush. The anxiety is bubbling up in my chest. My heart is beating so loud I think Ellie might hear it too.

“May the best win” 

…

Oh its fucking on Ellie.

[boredcoldandhungry]

If there was one thing Nico was grateful for, it was his planning period. Everyday between teaching second period AP US history and fourth period art history he could reply to angry emails, indulge into his candy stash, grade, write angry emails, refill his water, and go to the bathroom.

He had somehow ended up with the same exact schedule from one term to the next. He followed his second period out to run some arrends around the school and was scared shitless when his room was occupied with about 10 freshman. Two things were frightening about this, A: he didn't have a class third period, B: he didn't teach freshman at all this term (he could tell they were freshman, they had the scared look in their eyes).

"Woah you guys can't be in here, get to class!" He urged, slamming his stack of copies onto his desk.

"Uhm, this is our class," one of the braver ones said, " aren't you Mr. -" she knit her eyebrows together and glared at her schedule, "Di Angelo-Solace?"

Nico took a deep breath. "What class do you guys think you're in?"

The same girl, they're leader apparently, responded. "Honors English 9?"

It took all Nico had in him to not point at the various historical posters on his walls and the whiteboard dedicated to Italian verbs. He in no way taught English.

He took a deep breath (again). "There are two Mr. Di Angelo-Solaces in this school. I teach history and Italian, the other one teaches english. Go upstairs to room 302. I'll call him and let you know you're all coming."

The leader of the bunch seemed confused, but not confused enough to ask questions. She quickly gathered her things and walked out the door, causing everyone else to follow her.

Nico sighed and sat down at his desk. He knew Will had his cell off during work hours so he reached to the hardly used landline on his desk and dialed Will's classroom.

"Hel-lo" a sing-songy voice responded.

Nico smiled at the voice, "Hi love, it's me, sorry to bother I know it's syllabus day."

"It's no prob, what's up?"

"Missing half your class?"

"Yup. Got em?"

"Yup I just sent them up. Throw them a solid and don't mark them tarty. My fault I wasn't in the room when they first came in. I think I also generally scared them."

"Okay, will do, love you."

''Love you too, hun."

Nico put the phone back in it's holder and gave a soft sigh, turning to his desktop and opening his email.

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[absurdthirst]

An American in Paris {Ezra x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 14k

Warnings: Mentions of war/missing limbs, flirting, innuendo, oral sex(female receiving), body image issues, vaginal sex, loss of virginity, miscommunication, secrets revealed, angst, making up, happing endings

Comments: When you escape your family's expectations by fleeing to Paris, you meet an ex-pat named Ezra who stayed after the war. Touring the city with him, you fall in love until your past catches up to you.

A/N: Post WWII AU - set 10 years after war, mentions of finishing school but no mentions of skin tone or hair texture

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Paris. The sounds of hammers and grunts of men working mingle with the hustle and bustle of the city. The sight and air of restoration and recovery nearly compete after the devastation of the war. There wasn’t as much as in some of the countryside, where the worst of the fight took place. Still, the scars of brutality of men can be seen on the roads and buildings, much like they can be seen when glancing at Ezra.

Finding comfort in the sounds and lights, he walks down the streets where he had once patrolled with a gun. No longer wearing the uniform of his former country, his now ex-pat status in this country is accepted since he can fluently speak the language. Almost feeling more at home here than he ever had in Tensa Parish, feeling a little morbid about returning to the city that had claimed his youth to the horrors of war, and his arm in battle. Over his shoulder, a bag contains the makings for a lovely, simple meal, and a bottle of wine to take the edge off the phantom pains that plague him from time to time, but it’s been nearly ten years since the war and he has gotten accustomed to dealing with the issues that come from losing his right arm. 

You glance up at the building, suitcase in hand, and sigh as you try to speak to the building owner in French. Your finishing school classes allowed you to speak well enough to get by but the owner doesn’t seem to understand you are his new tenant. A man approaches, a bag slung over his shoulder and the owner’s eyes widen. 

“Ah Ezra!” The man proceeds to rattle off French words faster than you can understand them and the man hums, nodding his head. 

He turns to you and tilts his head, “American?” He asks and you nod, “yes. From Boston. I just got here. I’m renting 302 and he doesn’t understand that I am the new tenant.” You explain and Ezra nods, turning towards the owner to explain who you are and Louis finally goes “ahhh.” 

He opens the door behind him and reaches for your other suitcases, helping you into the building. “Thank you so much. I’m not sure how I can repay you.” You tell Ezra but he shakes his head. 

“My pleasure, chérie.” He says and wishes he could assist with your luggage but he doesn’t have a free hand. You’re guided to 302 and Ezra follows, standing outside 301. “It appears we are to be neighbors.” Ezra says softly as Louis unlocks your front door and sets your suitcases down. 

“Then I must cook you dinner to repay you for your assistance.” You tell him and your eyes drift down to the hanging arm of his jacket, noticing his missing arm. You quickly avert your eyes, focusing on his handsome face.

Ezra notices your glance at his arm, or lack of one, and slides into a self deprecating grin of amusement. “Couldn’t pay my rent, one month.” He jokes. “Louis is a man who takes his pound of flesh.”

You giggle at his joke as Louis shifts to grab your key off of his heavy ring of keys. “I’ll be sure to pay my rent on time to avoid suffering the same fate.” You joke softly, “but I insist on dinner one night.” You tell him, wanting to make sure you know your neighbor in this new life you’re creating for yourself. 

Ezra nods, “very well, chérie. I shall inquire once you’ve settled into your new abode.” Ezra says and you offer him a smile. 

“Merci.” You tell Louis who nods and you step into your new apartment. 

“Another American.” Louis says to Ezra after you’ve shut the front door to 302. “And a pretty one at that. If you don’t go to dinner, then I will.” Louis winks and makes his way downstairs. Ezra chuckles, shaking his head at the sneaky old man. 

****

It’s been a few days since you arrived in Paris and you’ve spent that time organizing your new apartment. It needed some cleaning and you have ventured out to buy groceries. You are struggling with the bags up the stairs when you see Ezra again. “Let me assist you, ma’am. Well, as best as I can.” Ezra reaches for one bag and you thank him. 

“Anything helps. I am not used to the stairs just yet.” You admit and start to ascend the steps.

“One of the many benefits of living in Paris is the exercise you will become accustomed to.” Ezra follows you up the stairs respectfully keeping his eyes off your ass. Though he does get a few glimpses of your silky slip. You are a gorgeous little bird. No doubt about that, but he is sure you are not looking for a man like him to be eyeing you.

“I am sure I’ll be whizzing up and down these stairs soon enough. The cobblestones and my heels…now that’s a different story.” You chuckle, sighing in relief when you make it to the third floor. Ezra follows you to your door and you set the bags down as you reach into your purse for your key. “I appreciate your assistance, Ezra. For the second time. I really do owe you a dinner now. I have enough food. If you do not have plans, would you like to join me for dinner this evening?” You ask him, biting your lip as he sets the bag down next to your feet.

Your eyes are bright and almost pleading with him to accept your invitation. He wonders if you are lonely since he has not heard anyone knock on your door since you have moved in. “Only if you will permit me to bring the libations for this evening?” He asks, offering a small smile. “I know the most delightful champagne that will make you feel as if you are as light as a bird.”

Your answering grin makes his heart thump, unbeknownst to you, and you nod your agreement. “Very well. Champagne and I shall cook. See you at seven?” You ask and he nods. “Excellent.” You turn to unlock your door, “see you at seven, Mr. Ezra.” You smile and bend down to pick up your bags. “Don’t be late.” You warn playfully, stepping into your apartment. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He promises and you shut the door behind you. 

****

“Shit.” You hiss to yourself as the water boils over. It’s been hard to cook on a stove you aren’t familiar with and you struggle to make sure everything is ready as there’s a knock on the door. You sigh, rushing over to the mirror to check your appearance and you struggle to remove the apron around your waist before you compose yourself and open the door to Ezra. 

“Good evening, chérie.” He smiles and you can’t help but smile back, “come in.” You insist and step aside for him.

Stepping into the apartment, Ezra smiles at the way your own balcony doors are thrown open like his. “Dinner smells delectable, little bird.” He turns around with the champagne bottle tucked j def his arm. “Shall you show me the ice box to stow this in, or shall we open it now?” He doesn’t know how much longer you have for dinner to be ready or if you would rather wait to have the bubbly with the meal.

“Let’s open it now.” You tell him, “dinner is nearly ready. I just need to mash the potatoes.” You walk over to the cabinet to take out two of the four glasses that came with this apartment. “Not exactly ideal for champagne but it will have to do.” You tell him, setting the short glasses down on the table. 

“It all tastes the same.” He winks and manages to take the foil off of the bottle. You want to ask if he needs help but he tucks the bottle under his arm and twists his hand, popping the cork and you are surprised at how agile he is. He pours two glasses and you take the glass he holds out towards you. 

“A toast to two Americans in Paris?” You ask and he nods, “two Americans in Paris. Let us find what we are looking for in these cobbled streets.” He toasts and you clink your glass against his. 

Taking a sip, you hum in surprise at how delicious the champagne is. “So what brought you to Paris?” You ask him, curiosity getting the better of you.

He had known you would ask. It’s natural to be curious, just like he is curious of you. Setting his drink down, his hand unconsciously reaches for his missing limb, grasping the small nub that is left where his shirt is neatly pinned up. “I was here in the war.” He explains, his voice low and reflective. “I am sure you are much too innocent to remember the horrors.” You have to be in your early - maybe mid - twenties, just experiencing your first burst of freedom. “I came back two years later, feeling more at home here than where I am from.”

You aren’t surprised. Back home, a lot of men came back with injuries. Physical or mental. They were never the same so you can understand why he wanted to leave. “You’re from…Louisiana?” You ask, figuring out his accent, and he nods, “born and raised.” You smile, “that explains the accent. I like it. It’s smooth. Like whiskey.” You compliment him and take another sip of the champagne.

“What’s your story, little bird?” Ezra wants to change the subject, his heart aching at all the other information that you would have no interest in. “I must confess that I was surprised to find you alone with no chaperone, though times are changing.”

“Times are changing.” You echo, setting your glass down so you can drain the potatoes to mash them. “I - I wanted to escape.” You answer honestly, “to explore and find myself. All my life…I’ve been what my parents wanted me to be. I attended finishing school in London and after returning to Boston, I found that I didn’t belong there anymore. I decided to come to Paris, explore myself and this beautiful city. My parents weren’t happy but I had to grow up.” You confess and turn around to finish cooking the dinner.

He senses that there is more to your story but he doesn’t push. Knowing that he is just a stranger and not a confidant. “You have chosen a wondrous time to come, little bird. Paris at night is magnificent. Have you gone out to explore the city so far?”

“Not yet.” You admit, “I find myself falling asleep while reading guide books and I suppose I need to summon the courage to get out there and explore. The museums, especially. The Eiffel Tower. The Arc de Triomphe. There’s so much to see.” You confess and mash the potatoes.

“If you would permit me,” Ezra hums, biting his lip before he continues. “I could extend my own presence as a makeshift guide? I have spent extensive hours roaming this fair city and speak fluently.” He smiles. “I can give you the experience you wish, if you can bear my poor company for extended periods of time.”

You plate up the meal and smile to yourself as you turn back towards him to set his dinner down in front of him. “I will certainly take you up on that offer, Ezra. I wish to see the real Paris. The tourist things too, but I want to know the true Paris. It’s people. It’s food. The secret places.” You confess, setting your own plate down and you sit down.

“It’s food is delicious and the people are not as unfriendly as some would claim.” He wishes he could help you, offer a hand, but he offers a toast. “To Paris being exactly what you want.”

You clink your glass with his, a smile on your face. “To Paris being exactly what we want.” You correct and he hums, taking a sip of champagne. “Please, dig in. I’m not the best cook, but chicken and mashed potatoes, I can do.” You tell him, picking up your knife and fork.

“Cherie, it is a meal that I did not have to labor over myself.” Ezra reminds you. “It will taste like the most delicate foie gras I have ever sampled.” The use of a fork and knife at the same time is impossible, but instead of asking you to cut up his food, Ezra picks up his knife to attempt to cut the chicken without pushing food around too badly.

You bite your lip as you watch him try to cut into the chicken. You decide to help and you haven’t cut into your dinner yet so you move fast to cut up the chicken. Once it’s all cut, you reach out to swap your plate with his. Acting fast once again to cut up your own chicken and you set your knife down, just using your fork like he is.

“Thank you.” His voice is low, slightly embarrassed by the fact that you needed to cut up his meal as if he was still a child. He had come a long way in the last ten years but he still couldn’t do some things without a second hand. “I apologize for any grief that it might have caused.”

You tut, “don’t be silly. I can’t understand how difficult it is for you. It’s nothing for me to help.” You shake your head and start to eat using your fork. You want him to be comfortable in your home and he’s the only person you know in Paris.

Ezra’s smile turns onto you with simple pleasure. “You should not have feared about your cooking, little bird.” He assures you after the first bite. “It is divine to sample your culinary skills.”

You smile, pleased that he likes your cooking. “Thank you. Looks like I got something for that God awful finishing school I went to.” You chuckle softly and watch him enjoy the food. “I will have to cook for us more often. A balance between savoring the rich food of Paris and some home comforts. I make a mean fried chicken.” You tell him with a wink, enjoying his company despite harshly knowing much about him. “So how do you spend your days? Are you working?”

“I do not work.” Ezra admits, shrugging slightly. “My check from the military covers my expenses, although I do write poetry, badly might I add.” His words are wonderful, but he had yet to master writing left handed. “Sometimes I will deliver papers if I am bored or wish to have more money in my pockets. Or translate.”

You lean a little closer, “I should like to hear some of your poetry sometime.” You tell him, “and if you ever need someone to write for you, I am more than happy to volunteer my hand.” You say and fluster slightly when you realize how that sounds.

His thoughts are more than obscene as he imagines your soft looking hand wrapped around his cock. It would look much better than his own. “I will have to take you up on that.” He murmurs, enjoying the way your eyes flutter in embarrassment and you look down at your plate.

You clear your throat and scoop up some mashed potatoes. “Have you found love in the city of light?” You ask with slight curiosity. “Perhaps a beautiful French woman to occupy your days when you aren’t writing poetry.” You muse, your gaze flicking up to him.

“I fear that love has eluded me.” Ezra murmurs quietly. “Perhaps I am not looking in quite the correct spaces.” Your lip pulls between your teeth and he has the urge to bite it, then kiss away the sting. “Although perhaps a muse is right in front of me.”

You playfully glance behind you until you turn back to meet his dark gaze. “Me? I am no muse.” You assure him, “but perhaps we will discover one during our sightseeing. I- I am afraid I am of no use. I’ve never been in love.” You admit with a sigh, “my experiences would not assist you in your poetry.”

“Then perhaps I shall be granted the glorious privilege of witnessing your fall into the depths of amorous pleasure.” He smiles. “You are a beautiful woman and no doubt many men will court you. Wine and poetry, dancing and romance.”

You fluster again at him calling you a beautiful woman, ducking your head, “perhaps. We shall see.” You hum, picking up your glass of champagne and you admire him. He’s a handsome man, weathered like so many after enduring the war, but his eyes are sparkling and you know it would be easy to fall into their depths. He mentions other men when your current wish is for him to court you. “Shall we begin our exploration of Paris tomorrow? Unless you have other plans.” You add, not wanting to push yourself onto him if he is busy.

“I am at your disposal.” He nods his head and smirks when you fluster again. Wondering what could be going through your pretty head. “Whatever you wish to do.”

You hum, “I would like to go to the Louvre. There’s so many wonderful pieces. Pieces I’ve read about and I want to wander the halls and admire the beautiful art.” You admit, picking up your fork to finish your meal.

“It is a date.” Ezra hums. “I know of a charming cafe where we can have lunch if you would like to join me. Let me provide a meal for you, although my own cooking skills are non-existence.”

You nod, watching him finish his meal. “It’s a date.” You repeat, heart beating faster at the thought and you imagine walking along the Seine by his side, enjoying the city and his southern drawl. “Now…I got an apple tart for dessert. You fancy a slice?” You ask, standing up to take the empty plates.

“I must confess I am in possession of an enormous sweet tooth.” Ezra groans at the idea of a sweet dessert, and he loves apple tarts. “I would be honored to sample your tart, chérie.”

You giggle as you carry the plates over to the sink, working fast to cut a decent slice of tart for you and Ezra. “I picked it up from the patisserie down the street, I hope it’s good.” You tell him as you sit down and pick up the smaller fork you had set out. “I love sweet things too.” You confess with a smile.

“Then we will get along perfectly.” Ezra winks and groans at the sight of the tart. “It is delicious looking, little bird.” He promises.

You and Ezra enjoy dessert with comfortable silence and when it’s finished, you gather the plates to wash. “I best be leaving you to your peace. I’m certain you want to be with your thoughts after so long of hearing me wittering on.” Ezra says as he stands up from the table. 

“Absolutely not. You’re a great dinner guest. If you wish to leave, I shall see you tomorrow for our lunch and Louvre date.” You giggle and Ezra nods. 

“I’ll call for you around eleven.” He says and leans in to kiss your cheek. “Thank you for the delectable dinner, chérie. I will return the favor with a less deadly dinner cooked by a professional lest I am unable to cook.” He jokes and you grin, shaking your head as you escort him to your front door. 

“Sounds like a plan. Goodnight Ezra.” You say as you lean against the door frame. 

“Goodnight little bird.” He returns and steps into the hall. You watch him for a moment as he retreats to his apartment next door and then you close the door, leaning against it to close your eyes. You’ve never met anyone like Ezra. Certainly never met anyone who makes you feel like he does. After you wash up, you’ll pick out your outfit. You want to look good for Ezra, and hopefully he likes what he sees.

The next morning, Ezra takes great pains with his appearance. Waking up early, he decided to treat himself to a shave and a haircut from the barber down the street, knowing that he can often miss small patches of hair and he wants to be worthy of your presence. He dresses smart, his button down shirts slightly larger than fitted so he can slide them on without fiddling with the buttons. Once eleven comes, he steps out of his door with a small clutch of flowers he had impulsively purchased on the way back from the barber.

You inhale deeply, adjusting your dress for the umpteenth time, and you take a beat before you walk over to open the door to Ezra. "Good morning." You smile when you see him, his hair slicked back and freshly shaven. He looks handsome and your heart thumps in your chest. "You look handsome." You tell him, wanting him to know you appreciate the effort he's clearly put in. You hope he likes your efforts.

“Little bird,” Ezra slowly peruses your appearance, enjoying the way your hips sway slightly as you twirl around. “For the first time in my loquacious existence, you have rendered me speechless with your exquisite beauty.” He proses breathlessly. “While I must apologize for my own humble appearance, you would outshine the brightest star in the night’s sky.” He extends the flowers to you. “A humble offering to a veritable goddess.”

His words combined with the look in his eyes has you breathless, your jaw dropping slightly and your stomach twists. "I - you are a wonderful poet, Ezra. Truly, you've - no one has ever been so poetic about my appearance. Especially when I will be walking alongside such a handsome gentleman. Thank you, these are beautiful." You take the flowers, your fingers brushing his, and you bring them to your nose to sniff them. "I will put them in water and get my things." You smile, turning to walk towards the kitchen.

He’s proud that he could put such a look on your face, the quiet pride of a compliment. He believes it to be true however, you are a goddess and he is fortunate that you speak to him. Many beautiful women have uncomfortably avoided him, as if his loss of limb at the scar on his cheek were from accosting a woman. When you return he offers his one remaining limb. “Shall we?”

"We shall." You smile, taking his arm after you lock your front door, and you let him guide you down the stairs and out onto the bustling streets of Paris. Springtime in Paris is beautiful. The breeze, the flowers, it's incredible. "No wonder you wanted to return here. Paris is...unlike any place I have ever known. It has an aura around it that seems magical." You sigh.

Ezra chuckles, "clearly you have not been to Boulevard de Clichy." 

Your eyes widen, aware that the Moulin Rouge is there. "I wouldn't mind going there. To explore all of Paris." You say timidly, hoping he doesn't think you are scandalous.

Grinning, Ezra wishing he could pat your hand. “Then we shall have to make plans to go one evening.” He decides. “Dinner and dancing. Allow me to show you the more….jubilant side of the city.” He hums, imagining the wonder in your eyes. Would you be scandalized or enchanted with the display of eroticism? He feels the passionate side of you would be enchanted. “Perfectly respectable with an escort.”

You smile, pleased he isn't scandalized by your request. "That's a date." You squeeze his arm and he winks at you, making your heart stutter. You've never felt like this before, so smitten by a man so quickly. You know you must remain friends to preserve the only friendship you have managed to discover thus far in the city. 

"Here we are." Ezra declares when you arrive outside of the cafe, reluctantly letting go of your arm to greet the cafe owner. 

"Bonjour, Monsieur Ezra." The owner greets him and Ezra nods, unable to shake his hand. You are escorted to a small table in the window and Ezra uses his hand to pull your chair out. 

"Thank you." You smile as you sit down and take the menu.

“As you might have deduced, little bird, I am a frequent patron of this establishment.” He hums, nodding towards the menu. “Everything is splendid, although the quiche and Croque Monsieur are particular favorites of mine.”

You hum, “the quiche sounds good.” You look over the menu for a few more moments before you set it down. The waiter comes over and Ezra orders a glass of white wine, asking if you want the same and you agree. The waiter takes your order and you listen to Ezra order in perfect French and you fluster as you try your best to order. When the waiter leaves, you glance out of the window, admiring the Parisians leaving.

“Do not fret, little bird.” He assures you, watching as you turn your head to look at him again. “Your French is solid and you will only improve as you are immersed in the language.” He promises. “Often I do translations and I will assist you however I can.”

You reach for his hand, squeezing it. “I appreciate your help.” You say and release his hand when the wine glasses are set down in front of you. “To new friendships.” You toast, clinking your glass against his.

Ezra nods, smiling as he takes a sip of the wine he always enjoys. Somehow improved by your company. “So the Louvre today. I feel like we should be able to spend a lovely afternoon there.”

You nod, sipping the wine before you set it down. “Yes. I am excited. I studied art at finishing school so it will be wonderful to see so many famous pieces in real life. I am sure you’ve been before and are going to be utterly bored.” You joke, keeping your eyes on his.

“I assure you, every visit to the Louvre is special.” Ezra smiles. “But this visit might be the most special. The company is much better than my own.”

You fluster once more at his words, aware that you barely know the man but you can’t deny that he makes your stomach twist with desire. The food arrives and you start to eat, groaning at how delicious it is. “Oh my God. This place is a gem.” You tell Ezra after you swallow your first bite.

Your groan is sensual, almost erotic and Ezra’s cock twitches at the sound. He grins at you. “Do you see why I enjoy it so much, little bird?” He muses, picking up his own sandwich and taking a bite before setting it down to wipe his mouth. Just because he had one less arm does not mean he is lacking manners.

“Absolutely. I love it.” You promise, “it’s going to be a favorite of mine in days to come.” You assure him, taking another sip of your wine. After you’ve both polished off your delicious lunch, Ezra pays despite your protest. 

“You made dinner last night. It’s the least I could do.” He tells you and you nod, “fine but I’ll be making dinner again.” You promise and he nods, “and I’ll bring more champagne.” 

You stand up after he pays the bill. “That sounds like a fine deal to me.” You wink and take his arm as he guides you out onto the street.

The line for the Louvre isn’t incredibly long and soon the two of you are walking into the cool interior. The smell of the building always makes Ezra sigh. The scent of thousands of paintings and pieces giving the air a heady tone. “What shall we take in first, little bird?” He asks, curious to see where your interests will lead you.

You bite your lip, guiding him towards the nearest hallway, eager to see it all. “I want to see everything.” You tell him and he chuckles. You look up at the ceiling in awe of the paintings and the tapestry and you smile at Ezra. “This is incredible.” You exhale in amazement. “Thank you for coming with me.” You tell him as you start to admire the first piece of art.

“You are most welcomed.” Ezra watches you. Smiling as you get lost in the wonder of the museum. Lips parted as you gaze at the beauty in front of you, though he doesn’t even know what you are looking at. Too busy staring at his own version of art.

You don’t notice him staring at you as you admire the piece, in awe of the detail and you turn to finally catch him watching you and you reach up to pat down your hair. “Is there something on my face?” You ask, touching your cheek, feeling self conscious.

“Every hair is in place and your skin is as clear as a cloudless sky, chérie.” He assures you, smiling softly. “Forgive my lack of manners. I found your reaction to the art breathtaking.”

You fluster, shaking your head at his insanely generous compliments. “You flatter me too much, Mr. Ezra. I am a mere woman, not a goddess.” You reprimand him softly, “Now, let’s continue before I have no choice but to melt into the marble from your kind words.” You tell him and pat his hand, continuing to walk and admire the art.

“I am mistaken.” Ezra hums, his steps jaunty beside you and he grins when you cock your head in curiosity. “You are an angel, fallen from heaven to walk among us mere mortals.”

You playfully roll your eyes, “then you are the devil himself come to tempt me. With his perfect jaw and that gorgeous nose.” You compliment him, “come to shower me with flattery when it’s he who looks like Adonis.” You murmur, wanting him to feel just as flustered.

He preens, just every so slightly, at your compliments. Shaking his head and winking at you. “Adonis, huh?” He asks, smirking. “I can accept that. As long as my own fair observations are taken as the gospel truth. You know the devil was God’s perfect angel, until he wasn’t.”

You slap his hand playfully, “let’s agree to disagree.” You tell him and he hums, “very well. I am nothing but a gentleman.” 

His words still have your stomach twisting and you realize it feels like you’ve known Ezra for your entire life instead of one day. “And when the devil fell from heaven…he was temptation incarnate.” You add playfully.

“And what can I do to tempt you?” He teases, frowning slightly when he realizes how sordid he sounds. “Apologies, little bird,” he murmurs sincerely. “Please do not allow me to make you uncomfortable if I overstep.”

“Do not fret, you aren’t making me uncomfortable. In fact, I like it. I like our banter. As for tempting me…you’re already doing a fine job.” You assure him with a smirk, glancing at the piece of art you stop in front of, feeling his gaze burn into the side of your face.

Ezra hums, wondering what kind of temptation he’s providing. Since the war, his own companionship has been the occasional woman he has paid for a night between her thighs, not ashamed of that, but he knows that he is not a man most would look at as a potential partner. Especially after his return to the states.

You see his curious face and you giggle softly, “come on Ezra. Let’s continue. I want to see the Mona Lisa too.” You stroll through the museum, knowing you won’t be able to see it all but you want to see the pieces you’ve seen in books, that you’ve longed to see in person.

The two of you debate. A friendly conversation about pieces that you come across and observations that have you both in stitches as you continue into the museum and Ezra points out some of his favorite paintings. The hand tucked around his arm slowly morphs into your hand in his, allowing him to point as he brings up your hand with it. Standing in front of his favorite, ‘The Battle Between Love and Chastity’, he hums as he lifts your hand to press a kiss to the back of it.

Your heart thumps at his soft kiss and you offer him a soft smile. “Something you have experience with?” You joke softly and he winks at you, “perhaps.” You giggle and shake your head, looking back at the piece. You’re enjoying holding his hand and admiring the art beside him.

Ezra explains why he loves the piece in great detail, shrugging slightly at his impassioned he had become. “There is something about throwing away society’s expectations that I enjoy.” He tells you with a smile.

You smirk, “that I can already tell and I admire it. Being outside of the social norm. That’s what I wanted to escape. I didn’t want to conform or be a puppet.” You sigh, revealing slightly why you came to Paris. You squeeze his hand, “shall we continue?” You ask, clearing your throat when he starts to open his mouth, clearly wanting to ask questions you don’t want to answer.

“Of course, little bird.” You are not comfortable sharing and he would not dream of pushing you. Nodding, he guides you on to the next exhibit, simply enjoying being your escort.

You explore as much of the museum as you can, spending far too much time exploring the Louvre and soon you are back out on the bustling streets of Paris. “Thank you for today, truly. It’s been a day to remember.” You tell Ezra, squeezing his hand.

“I should be extending my gratitude to you, little bird.” Ezra protests, smiling at the way the low sun shines off your hair. “I cannot recall a more enjoyable or relaxing day.” He tucks your hand back around his elbow. “Perhaps we can reproduce the experience another time?”

“Absolutely.” You assure him, “I would be honored to be escorted around Paris by a handsome man.” You wink at him, “hardly a difficult thing to agree to. Next time though, lunch is on me.”

He shakes his head, knowing that you will argue with him if he insists he pay. “Then I will show you the best little cafes in Paris, you will be astounded with how much there is to offer in just our little neighborhood alone.”

“That sounds like a deal.” You smile at Ezra as he escorts you back to your apartment building. He’s charming and intelligent and you know it’s dangerous to feel this way so quickly but you can’t help it. He’s enchanting. “Today was incredible.” You sigh when you arrive outside of your door, “thank you for spending today with me.”

“The sublime pleasure was exceedingly mine, little bird.” Ezra reaches for your hand to kiss softly. His thumb rubs the skin before he presses his lips to it as he looks up at you. “Your beauty still surpasses all of the greatest works in the Louvre.”

Your heart pounds in your chest and you look at him, “you flatter me far too much.” You softly reprimand him, “especially when you are carved like the Greek statues.” You return his compliment and you love the way he ducks his head shyly.

“Perhaps by the profile with the hawkish nose.” Ezra chuckles. “Although my hair does curl when longer than its current styling.

“I’d like to see that sometime.” You tell him and you lower your hand from his, reaching into your purse to pull your keys out. “Thank you for today, Ezra.” You repeat and lean in to kiss his cheek, taking a beat until you lean back, turning to open your front door. “I’ll be inviting you to dinner again soon.” You warn him playfully, “you’ll be sick of me soon.” You joke, getting your door open and turning back to look at him.

“I am most dubious about that assertion, little bird.” Ezra nods and smiles at you. “May your evening be soft and luxurious.”

His words wash over you, calming you like a warm bath, and you offer him one last smile before you disappear into your apartment. He has wiggled his way into your mind and heart after a ridiculously short amount of time. You know it would be easy to fall in love with him. 

****

“Good evening Ezra.” You greet your neighbor when he opens the door  to your apartment and strides in. You’re at the stove finishing up dinner and he comes over to set the bottle of wine down on the counter. You’ve spent the past month getting to know the man and you’re in love. He’s smart, charming, and devastatingly attractive. It’s a combination that has you thinking of him nearly every moment of the day.

“Good evening, little bird.” Ezra smiles as he notices the glasses are already set out. “I will pour us a generous serving of wine and set the table if that is agreeable with you?” He has insisted that he help in some small ways since you are feeding him, never allowing him to help clean up.

You nod, “that sounds like a plan.” You turn back to the stove to stir the sauce, wanting him to enjoy this piece of home you’ve decided to cook for him. He works fast to set the table and soon enough, he’s sliding a glass of wine into your hand.

“It smells divine, chérie.” Ezra groans, leaning over to get a better whiff. “I must confess I will need to have the local tailor let out my trousers if you continue to feed me such scrumptious meals.”

You chuckle, “we can always walk more now that the evenings are lighter and the weather is better.” You compromise and he hums, “very well. We can indulge and then walk it off.” He winks and you sip your wine, setting the glass down before you bend over to check the meatloaf.

He can’t help but admire your shapely bottom as you lean over the little oven. Groaning quietly as the racy thoughts filter through his mind and he reminds himself that you are his friend and neighbor.

You stand up, unaware of his internal battle, and you get to work on the mashed potatoes. “Go take a seat. It won’t be long.” You promise and he nods, making his way over to the table with his glass of wine. It’s only another five minutes until you’re plating up the meal and Ezra groans as you set his plate down in front of him. After you’ve sat down with your own plate, you pick up your glass, “to home comforts.” You toast playfully, liking his answering grin as he clinks his glass against yours.

“I must commend you, chérie.” Ezra groans after just one bite of the meatloaf. “When we first met you claimed to be lacking in the culinary arts, yet every meal seems to be near ambrosia.”

You shake your head, “you flatter me far too much. Soon, I won’t be able to fit my head through the door.” You joke and he chuckles, “I am merely stating the truth.” You hum, chewing your first bite and after you swallow you say, “then I guess finishing school wasn’t the waste of money my parents think it was.” You half joke, knowing your parents must be furious at you for leaving without a word. “It’s nice to cook for you. I- I cook with passion instead of duty because I want you to enjoy it.”

“Passion instead of duty is always preferable.” Ezra acknowledges, tilting his head at mention of your parents yet again. You speak of them in a way that makes him believe that they are ashamed of you. “If you will give me your parents address, I will write a strongly worded letter telling them exactly how your finishing school has benefited and that you are a model lady.”

You smile sadly, “I appreciate that but I highly doubt they would believe you.” He chuckles softly, “I said strong worded, little bird. I can be quite convincing.” He assures you and you snort, remembering the time he convinced you to try escargot and you hated it. He had made it sound so delicious. 

“Yet you didn’t convince me to enjoy snails.” You retort and he chuckles, shaking his head, “touché.” You continue eating and once you’ve finished, you carry the dishes to the sink and Ezra stands, wanting to help you clean. “Leave them to soak. I want to go dancing tonight. You did promise to take me dancing.” You remind him with a playful nudge.

“If we are going dancing, little bird, you must change into your finest dress.” He hums, wanting to make you smile. “I will change into a suit better suited for escorting a lady as lovely as yourself.” He smirks at his words and winks at you again.

“Meet in twenty minutes so we can get freshened up.” You pat his shoulder and he nods, making his way out of your apartment to get ready. You rush around, changing into your finest dress. It’s bright red and hugs your curves, wanting him to be taken back by your appearance. You’ve known him for a month now and it’s hard to deny that you love him. You’re in love with him. He’s handsome but he’s so much more than that. He’s clever, funny, and he manages to make you feel like you’re walking on air. You fix your hair and makeup and grab your purse, heading to the door after you hear Ezra knock on it.

His hand shakes, pulling it back from the door so he can check his hair once again. He had checked in a charcoal gray suit with a red shirt and back vest. Slicked his hair back and dragged his razor over his jaw so that his skin is smooth, beside his mustache. The cologne was the finishing touch, and he hopes he is presentable for you.

You open the door to him, a wide smile on your face when you see him. “You look so handsome.” You coo, reaching up to caress his cheek, and he reaches for your hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of it. 

“You look like Aphrodite herself. A true vision.” You fluster and squeeze his hand when he lowers it from his lips. “Shall we go?” He asks and you nod, turning to quickly lock your door, and he guides you down the hall and down the stairs, out onto the streets of Paris.

“Now chérie, I am going to take you to a club that is rather….risque.” He announces, grinning at you. “Is that agreeable? You will be perfectly safe, I assure you.”

You nod, “I came to Paris to experience life. I am most agreeable.” You promise and he guides you along the still bustling streets. “Where are we going Ezra?” You ask, curious now that you’re heading out of your normal walking paths.

“Folies Bergère.” Ezra chuckles. “There is also a dance floor after we are inspired by the cabaret dancers.” He wants to take you to a place that is famous and fun. One that you will remember your first experience. “We will drink champagne and dance the night away.”

It sounds like the perfect night and it is. When you arrive, you are escorted to a small table off to the side of the rows of seats and Ezra gestures for you to sit, immediately calling the waiter over to order champagne. “Now this truly feels like Paris.” You declare as you look around the ornate theater, in awe of its grandeur.

“Wait until the performance starts, chérie.” He hums, reaching for your hand as if it is second nature. “I know you are aware of the female form, but the act is nearly erotic in nature and I hope you enjoy it.”

You bite your lip, a little nervous to see what the show will bring and you sip the champagne after it’s poured and Ezra toasts to “new experiences.” You offer him a nervous smile and he winks at you since he’s holding his glass. The lights go down after everyone has taken their seats and you anxiously await the start of the show.

As soon as the music starts, Ezra turns towards you. Wanting to see your reaction as the scantily clad women rush out onto the stage and immediately break into a very perfectly choreographed dance. Every step is perfectly struck and position posed, fun and flirty, sexy and thrilling.

Your eyes widen as the women come onto the stage, starting their routine, and you’ve never seen anything like it. Back home, your parents would’ve had a heart attack at just seeing a woman wearing a dress that clung to her curves. This is beyond that and it’s thrilling. “Oh my God.” You grin, watching the dancers with delight. This is what you wanted, to see things you’ve never seen before.

You are entranced, bewitching to look at and Ezra happily falls under your spell. Watching the lights shine across your face when the spotlights move and your laughter and clapping is the music he hears. He’s fallen in love with you, completely and totally in love. “You’re gorgeous.” He blurts out, flushing slightly when the music is quiet and his proclamation was louder than intended.

There’s a moment where Ezra could have pulled back or rethought the idea that rushes through his mind. He doesn’t though. Caught up in the moment, he lunges forward and presses his lips to your urgently. As if he would expire if he did not sample your lips. Watching your eyes widen in surprise and then start to flutter closed as you moan quietly against his lips.

You reach up to cup his cheek, letting his lips press against yours while the music continues to play. When he pulls back after several moments, you smile and he nudges his nose against yours. "Ezra." You whisper so only he can hear with the music coming to an end and the crowd claps the dancers, making you pull back to look into those dark eyes.

By the time the show is over, Ezra feels tipsy. Not from the champagne, he is drunk on you. The feeling of knowing that his romantic feelings are reciprocated has him flying and he stands, still holding your hand and smiling down at you. “Chérie, would you permit me to escort you to the dance floor, where I might hold you closer than socially acceptable for the duration of as many songs as our feet can tolerate?”

You stand up, letting him guide you to the floor after you say “I’ll dance with you all night, my love.” You let him escort you to the floor where the band is playing and you inhale sharply when his arm pulls you close. You reach up to grip his shoulders, leaning on towards him until your forehead is pressed against his, as tight as you can get while the song plays.

“Little bird, I must confess something.” He whispers, swaying with you gently and wishing that he had his other arm so he could hold more of you. “I must admit that I have fallen for you. Hopelessly and desperately in love with you. With no possible end in sight.”

You giggle, almost drunk off of your emotions, and he leans back, hurt clear on his face but you quickly cup his cheeks, barely swaying as you force his eyes to meet yours. “I’m yours, Ezra. You have my heart, my soul, my body. I love you. Every part of me loves every part of you.” You vow. He’s told you the horrors he endured during his service and it didn’t change a thing.

He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, nuzzling your hand. “Perhap, when you are ready, we might….explore the art depicted in my favorite painting at the Louvre?” He ventures. He would never dream of pressuring you, but he aches to touch you, to caress your skin and lose himself in your body.

You shiver at the suggestion, your body lighting up at the mere thought of him touching you. You slide your hands down to his chest, “I’m ready. I’ve been ready for a while but there’s something you should know.” Your eyes flick up to meet his, “I have never…it’s - you’d be the first.”

Ezra’s breath catches and he stares into your eyes solemnly. “I am honored you would trust me with such a wondrous gift, little bird.” He murmurs softly. “I can assure you that nothing will be done without your enthusiastic approval.”

You nod, trusting him implicitly, and you stop moving as the song ends. You stare into his eyes, “take me home and make me yours, Ezra.” You demand, wanting him tonight and to give him all of you.

“I- yes.” Ezra breaths. “Whatever you wish, chérie.” He takes your hand and brings it up to kiss the back of it. “Let us make our way back to our abodes and we shall begin to become more intimately acquainted.”

You let him escort you through the crowd and out onto the now chilly streets of Paris, walking a little faster than you have known him to walk before as he guides you back to your building. “We have all night, mon amor.” You giggle playfully and squeeze his hand, “I’m yours for tomorrow too, not just tonight.”

“Forgive me, chérie.” Ezra flushes slightly. “It has been awhile for me and I must admit that I am eager to learn what makes you moan.”

You fluster, glad he’s eager to be with you. “I have wondered many nights what your touch would feel like. I’ve…explored my own body and know what feels good but I want to feel you, I want to hear you moan my name. I want you to feel pleasure.” You murmur, leaning against him as you turn onto your street.

“My little bird is a seductress.” Ezra groans, his cock twitching in his suit pants and he wants nothing more than to feel your heat around him. “Tell me, have you ever heard of fellatio or cunnilingus?” He asks, his voice dropping. “Using my mouth on your cunt to make you feel like you are flying?”

Just his words make your cunt bottom out and your stomach twists with anticipation. “I- I’ve read about it in my books. Novels. Books my parents didn’t know I had.” You confess to owning erotica and his voice has your cunt dripping and you walk a little faster, eager when you see your building in sight.

He chuckles, watching you pull away in your eagerness. “Then you won’t be scandalized when I tell you that I want to slide my tongue through your cunt until you are crying out my name and soaking my face.”

You gasp at his scandalous words but not because you are shocked. No, you are turned on. His words send a wave of arousal and need through you and you are practically sprinting to the front door of your building. When you fumble to open the door with your key, Ezra’s hand slides down your back to squeeze your ass and you drag him inside, pushing him against the door to press your lips to his, uncaring of your neighbors possibly witnessing your display.

Ezra groans and when he can, his tongue slides inside your mouth, drinking down your moan. His cock is swelling, rapidly hardening against your body as you press yourself against him. Wishing again he had both arms so he could pick you up and carry you to your apartment.

You kiss for several moments until a door slams from the floor above and you pull back, giggling as you start to climb the stairs to your apartment. Ezra struggles a little due to the situation in his trousers and you are fumbling with your lock when he comes up behind you, caressing your back. “Are you sure, little bird?” He asks, his voice rough and full of lust. It’s enough to make you shiver. You open the door and step inside, reaching for his hand. “I’m sure, Ezra. I want you. I love you.”

Nodding, he doesn’t insult you by questioning you again. He steps into your apartment and kicks the door shut. “Chérie, you tell me if there is anything you do not like.” He demands. “I wish for this to be nothing but joyous.” He will do his damndest to make it exactly what you want. “Now show me your bedroom.”

You take his hand after you set your purse down to guide him to your bedroom. He’s never been in here before and you fluster at the clothes that are on the floor from your rush to pick an outfit for going dancing with him. “Sorry about the mess.” You murmur and he chuckles, shrugging off his jacket to drape it over the chair in the corner. 

“Do not fret little bird, I’ve seen far worse.” He assures you and you swallow harshly, the quiet of the room brings the seriousness of this night but you still want him. You reach up to unclip his tie, knowing he uses those since he can no longer tie his own, and you reach for the hem of his shirt after you toss the tie to the chair. “I want to see you.” You request, keeping your hands on the hem in case he doesn’t want you to remove it.

“My arm-“ he swallows nervously. “It is not pretty.” He fears that you might still turn him away. “They did the best they could, but it is still a missing arm.” He holds your hand for a moment and then lets go. “But if you wish to see me, there is nothing I would deny you.”

“My love.” You let go of his shirt to reach up and cup his cheeks, “I want to see all of you. Let me love all of you. I do not care about your imperfections. I have my own. I simply wish to see the man I love. All of him.” 

Ezra nods, a lump in his throat, and you reach down to lift his shirt over his head. When it flutters to the floor, your eyes meet his until they shift to his body. The scars that scatter his skin from battle and the jagged edge of his missing limb. You aren’t repulsed, in fact, it makes you love him more for enduring such hardship. You lean down to press your lips to his shoulder, kissing along the scars that lead to his amputation.

He shudders, inhaling a ragged breath as you show him more acceptance than anyone ever has before. Standing before you in his trousers, he stands proud, enjoying the heated look in your eyes when they find his again. “I only wish I could assist you out of your dress, little bird.”

You shake your head, stepping back to reach behind you and pull the zipper of your dress down. “Do not worry about that, Ezra. You can take my panties off.” You wink and try to cover up your nerves as you let your dress fall to the floor after you kick your heels aside, revealing your underwear to his hungry gaze.

“Aphrodite herself.” Ezra groans, his eyes drinking in every inch of skin you have revealed to him. “I am a mere mortal in the presence of a goddess.” He declares, stepping closer and caressing your waist as he leans in to kiss you. You are still wearing a bra so he slides his hand around to try to unclip it while you kiss.

His tongue slides against yours and you can feel him fumbling so you reach behind you to help him unclip your bra, letting him drag it down your arms until it’s falling to the floor. You caress his chest, sliding your hands up until you are wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chest against his. His hard cock digging into your hip and you want to see all of him. Your hands let go of his neck so you can reach between you to undo his pants, shoving them down and he kicks his shoes off so he’s only in his briefs and socks. 

“Can I?” You ask, wanting him to be comfortable and when he nods, you hook your fingers in his underwear to drag them down. Your eyes wide when his thick length bounces free in front of your face. “Oh my God.” You gasp at him and reach up to wrap your fingers around him instinctively.

“Shit.” Ezra hisses, his length pulsing in your grip. “I- I have imagined your hand around my cock many times, little bird.” He confesses. “And yet I find that my imagination was sorely lacking in the realization of how good you would feel.” He doesn’t want you to be fearful so he reaches down and grabs your hand so he can help you back to your feet. “I wish to taste you.” He croaks. “Lay down on the bed so I can strip off your panties and lay my eyes on heaven.”

You don’t deny him. Shifting back to lay on your bed, head on the pillows, and you watch him as he kicks his briefs off his ankles and is left only in his socks as he kneels on the bed. Your heart pounds in your chest as he reaches out to hook his fingers in your panties on one side of your body and he carefully manages to shimmy them down until you are naked. Once he tosses them aside, his hand slides along your calf until he’s gripping your thigh and you grant him his silent wish, spreading your legs for him.

“Heaven.” Ezra proclaims, his eyes fixed on the thatch of neat curls that cover your sex. “I will be washed clean of all my sins in the pool between your thighs.” He traces lines over your skin with his fingers and he bends down to press a kiss to your knee. Shuffling down, he lowers himself down as he kisses along your thigh.

His words seem too poetic for such a naughty act but your chest heaves as his kisses get closer to your cunt. When his breath washes over the sensitive skin, you whimper and his deep chuckle echoes in your bedroom. “Ezra.” You gasp when he leans closer and his tongue dips between your folds, sampling your tangy arousal, and your eyes close as the pleasure tingles over your body.

Ezra groans, the sound vibrating directly into your core and immediately he’s entranced. Addicted to you and the way your thighs tighten around his head. Flicking his tongue over your clit, he wishes he could spread your legs wide and hold you open while he devours you like the feast you are.

Your head is thrown back when he sucks on your clit, the pleasure making your head spin. You’ve never experienced anything like this. His wet mouth on your cunt has your heart pounding in your chest. “Fuck, Ezra.” You curse, panting as he pushes his tongue inside of you. “So good. It feels so good.”

Moaning, he loves the way your walls pulse around his tongue, trying to draw him deeper. He shuffles down until he is flat on his belly, turned slightly so he can lay on his right side. It doesn’t hurt to lay against his amputation and it allows him to still stroke your thigh and stomach with his left hand. Wanting to make this amazing for you and get you ready to take him.

"Shit. You - you feel so good baby." You sigh, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair, and your heart pounds in your chest when his dark eyes meet yours. "Oh God. So good." You pant when he slides his hand down, gathering up your slick, and he pushes a finger inside of you.

He has practiced this. With the women he had paid, so he is not fumbling like he might have been. Though you would not know there was finesse to his touch either way. Your cunt squeezes his fingers and he groans before he pulls his head away. “I am going to prepare you for my cock, little bird, you might feel very full but it is so I do not hurt you.”

You are nervous but you know he would never hurt you. You watch him, eyelashes fluttering as he scissors his fingers inside of you. "Oh God, Ezra." You whimper when he resumes sucking your clit. It's more pleasure than you've ever known and you love the man giving it to you. "Please." You beg, not sure what you are begging for but you feel the tension building in your belly.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” He coos, pulling off your clit before he dives back into your folds. His fingers pump and curl up inside you, pressing against the spongy spots until your hips jolt up and you cry out letting him know he’s found it. Determined to make you cum, he presses against that spot again and again while he sucks your clit into his mouth.

“Oh shit.” You hiss, back arching as the tension coils tighter until you’re falling apart. Clamping down on his fingers, you moan his name and wonder how on earth you survived without his touch. Soaking his fingers, you grip the sheets and squeeze your eyes shut as the pleasure surges through you.

Liquid gold. That is what rushes over his fingers as you fall apart. Coating them and his wrist while your walls squeeze his fingers like a vice. Making him groan at how tightly your body will hold his cock as he works you through your high.

“Oh God.” You pant, slumping against the mattress as he withdraws his fingers and you open your eyes, shifting to look down at him, loving the smirk on his face after he sucks his digits into his mouth. “Kiss me.” You beg, wanting to feel him over you.

Crawling up your body is not as graceful as it might have been before the war. He cannot pause and kiss or nip here and there as often as he would like. When he finally settles between your thighs, his cock against your mound, he smiles softly at you. “You wish for a kiss, little bird? I will grant you all the wishes you desire. Just call me your genie.”

You chuckle at his smooth words, your hands caressing every inch of his body that you can touch. “I love you.” You murmur before he leans in to kiss you. You feel his smile against your lips and you love how happy you feel in this moment. His weight is braced on his forearm and you reach between you to grip his cock, wanting to stroke him but you don’t really know what you’re doing.

He grunts, closing his eyes slightly. “Loosen your grip and slide your hand up and down.” He breathes out raggedly. “Feel how the skin moves over the hardness underneath?”

You follow his order, amazed at how he feels like velvet despite the hardness beneath. You slide your hand up and down, your thumb swiping over the leaking head unknowingly and he groans in response. “You’re big.” You tell him despite not having anything to compare him to. He’s big in your grip and that’s all you can go by.

“It will fit, most assuredly.” He groans. “The clutch of your cunt will be like the hottest glove I have ever worn.” He rocks his hips into your grip and twitches in your hand. “Little bird, I fear I am much too enthusiastic for you to continue. Otherwise I might cause myself great embarrassment by finishing before we can truly begin.”

You loosen your grip and he sighs in relief, making you smile. You’re pleased he’s just as affected by you as you are of him. “Put me in.” Ezra orders and you swallow harshly, suddenly nervous as you guide him towards your cunt. When he’s notched at your entrance, he starts to slowly push inside of you and your hands grip his back, eyes closed as you brace yourself for the pain you’ve heard about.

Ezra takes his time, breaking you forward an inch at a time. His jaw is clenched and his arm trembling from the effort to take it slow. When you close your eyes, brows knitted together, he drops down to his elbow and kisses you. “Relax, little bird.” He promises, feeling your walls tighten in anticipation.

You slide your hands up to cup his cheeks, keeping his lips against yours, and you whimper when he pushes deeper, trying to relax when he tells you to. “God.” You pant, half wishing this was over and half wishing this would last forever.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He promises, pushing his hips slightly deeper into the crevice of your thighs and smoothly through your innocence to completely fill you.

You gasp in pain but he soothes it away by leaning in to kiss you, distracting you, and you kiss for several moments, tongues tangled while your body adjusts to the intrusion. “Please, Ezra.” You whimper when his cock twitches inside of you. You want him to move, the pain now transforming into the beginnings of pleasure and your heart pounds in your chest at having the man you love take your innocence.

“We have all the time in the world, my love.” He assures you, not wanting you to feel like you have to rush towards bliss. His kisses keep you occupied for another moment and when he feels your inner muscles start to quiver, that he knows he can move without any resistance. “You feel perfect, the feeling cannot be described.” He is nearly speechless as he starts to pull his hips back slowly, keeping the movement measured when he slowly sinks back into you.

Your chest feels tight with emotion as he rocks into you, making you lift your legs higher. His groan vibrates into your chin after he presses a soft kiss there, and you slide your hands along his back. "It feels so good. Never- never imagined it would feel like this."

“Love making is supposed to feel good, like you never want it to end.” His words roll out, groaning slightly at how perfect you are. “I want you to feel nothing but pleasure with me.”

You chuckle softly, "I never want this to end." You confess, kissing along his neck as he moves inside of you with measured thrusts and when you lift your leg higher onto his hips, you whimper at the new sensation. "No one else I want to feel like this. Only you. I love you." You murmur, loving how you feel like the only people in the world.

“I adore you.” Ezra groans, closing his eyes as he rocks in and out of you. “My perfect little bird. So beautiful and trusting, so giving.” He kisses along your shoulder and groans when you squeeze him tight.

His honeyed words wash over you, making you feel like it's a struggle to breathe, but you pant out, "all yours." You feel that tension coiling in your stomach but it's slow, not as intense, just building with each rock of his hips. "Oh God, Ezra. I need-" You don't know what you need, just that it feels good and you want more.

“I wish I could do it, my love.” Ezra huffs, wanting to be the one to bring you all your pleasure tonight. “But reach down and rub your little button. The one I sucked on so satisfyingly.”

You reach down between you, your fingers finding your clit, and you whimper as you get the pleasure your body craved. His cock moves inside of you, hitting the right spot to make you whimper, and when he shifts his hips again, your head tilts back into the pillow as you cry out his name.

“Magnificent.” Ezra grunts, clenching his teeth together as your walls clamp down on his cock and you soak him in your pleasure. “Good girl. Good girl.”

Your eyes are closed and Ezra is leaning down to kiss along your neck, making you whimper, and you want Ezra to cum. “Baby. Oh baby. I want you to - please. Inside. I don’t care. I want to feel all of you.”

He shudders, imagining that feeling of filling you up and even though he knows it’s risky, he does. His pace picks up and he rocks into you with less measured thrusts. Half a dozen more times before he is moaning your name, pushing deep as his cock throbs and he paints your walls with his seed.

You close your eyes, loving how it feels to be totally consumed by him like this, and you whimper when he works himself through his orgasm, his seed pushed out of you, and you tangle your fingers in his hair to bring his face to yours, pressing your lips against his.

Ezra sighs against your lips. Enjoying the feeling of his high and he shifts so he can move his weight off his left arm, lowering himself onto you so it is not too uncomfortable for you. “I love you.” He murmurs against your lips.

“Love you too, baby.” You smile against his mouth, your hands shifting to caress his back. You love all of him, even the parts he’s missing. You adore him and you know you want to be his. You shift so he can lay on his side and you immediately move to curl around him, his cock sliding out of you at the move, and you don’t care about his seed dripping out of you as you breathe him in.

“I must confess that words are failing me, little bird.” His arm wraps around you, caressing your back as he tries to catch his breath. It had been such a long time since he had felt this way. Like he is whole. Not because of a missing limb, but because of your love.

“No words. Just us.” You murmur, closing your eyes as the events of the night catch up on you. He kisses your hair and you know you made the right choice coming to Paris. “Sleep, little bird.” Ezra urges, knowing you are exhausted. You hum, breathing him in and you fall asleep surrounded by him. 

****

* knock knock * 

The front door is shaking with the knocks, several in a row, and you are still asleep. “Coming!” Ezra calls out, struggling to pull his trousers on as he walks over to open the door before it can wake you up. “I think the door just about survived your incessant attack. How can I help you, sir?” Ezra asks, his shirt barely pulled over his head and untucked and he feels the other man’s anger as his eyes assess Ezra. He announces that he’s looking for you. “She’s thankfully still asleep right now, no thanks to your monstrous knocking. May I inquire as to whom is seeking an audience with her?” Ezra asks. 

“Tell her it’s Jacob. Her fiancé.”

Ezra’s stomach drops, his mouth parts but for a moment no words come out. “I believe you might be mistaken.” He manages after a moment of disbelief. “The lady is not engaged, she is unattached and has been for the duration of her time in Paris.” This is some kind of mistake. It has to be. You would not lie to him and keep a fiancé a secret.

“You are the one who is mistaken. She accepted my proposal. Her parents and my parents are close friends. She escaped to Paris and we thought she’d come back but it’s been a month and she’s - it looks like she has kept herself busy.” Jacob says in disgust as he looks at Ezra. 

You come out of your bedroom, robe hastily tied around your waist and your eyes widen when you see Jacob standing at your door. “Jacob? What are you doing here?”

“You are acquainted with this man?” The shock on your face is answer enough and Ezra feels like he has been played for a fool. He hears Jacob scoff and he can’t even remember to excuse himself before he is pushing past you to gather the remainder of his clothes so he can leave. You are engaged. What was this? Some kind of power trip for you? Making the poor fool fall in love with you before you go back to your life in America? Ezra growls, pissed that he doesn’t have two hands as he shoves his feet into his shoes without socks and grabs his tie and jacket.

“Ezra. Wait. Let me explain. Please.” You beg, trying to reach for him but he shrugs your hand away, spinning to push past Jacob and he storms down the hall. “Ezra. Please!” You beg, pushing past Jacob to follow him. 

“What do you want?” Ezra growls as he faces you. 

Your lower lip trembles at the disgust you see in his eyes. “Please let me explain. It’s complicated.”

“It is not complicated.” He hisses. “You led me to believe that you were unencumbered. When you have a doting fiancé waiting at home for you to warm his bed.” He is so hurt that he feels like he is going to lash out at you. “Go back to your fiancé.” He spits. “You can tell him that you slept with me out of pity.” Turning back around he tosses his jacket over his shoulder and quickly opens the door to his apartment, slamming it shut behind him.

Your eyes sting with tears and you turn to make your way back onto your apartment where Jacob is still waiting for you. “Looks like you’ve settled into Parisian life.” Jacob scoffs and you shut the door behind you. 

“I- I can’t go home with you. I love it here. It’s my home now. I belong here. Please Jacob. Don’t - don’t make me go home.” You plead and he shakes his head. 

“Your parents wanted me to bring you back. You know they are anxious for us to be married. When you left, they were frantic until they got your letter. They have been looking for you for weeks. They sent me here to bring you home so we can get married.” He tells you and you shake your head. 

You walk over to him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You know I love you, but as my friend. Our fathers…they always wanted us to marry but - you didn’t even propose. It was - it was arranged and I didn’t want that. I want love. Don’t you want love?” You ask him. 

Jacob swallows harshly, reaching for your hand to lower it from his face. “I have love. Her name…Cheryl. She’s perfect and I- I want to marry her.” He admits for the first time out loud. 

You grin, squeezing his hand, “then marry her. You and I are good friends but that’s it. I love you but I’m not in love with you.” You tell him and he nods, “you’re in love with him.” 

He jerks his chin to the door and it’s not a question, its a statement. You nod and Jacob sighs, “your parents are gonna be pissed at me for not bringing you home.” 

You chuckle, “when have we ever cared about what they think? I ran away because they have controlled me for too long. My father is still engrossed in war time but we are at peace now and I want to live, to love. Tell them I’m sorry, but I’m happy here.” You tell Jacob who nods, 

“I’ll tell them.” He leans down to kiss your cheek, “be happy.” He murmurs and you nod when he pulls back to look at you. 

“You too.” 

He lets go of your hand and walks over to your front door, knowing he’s going to have grief when he gets home but it will be worth it if he can marry Cheryl. You watch him close the door and decide to get dressed and find Ezra.

In his apartment, the few tears he had shed have been replaced by stifling anger. Scowling and ripping through his closet, the bag on the bed lays open to be stuffed with clothes. He cannot live here any longer. The furnished apartment had been a very comfortable place to be but he will be reminded by your betrayal. Curses hissed out from under his breath accompanying his hurried packing, hoping that he gets done and leaves before the sounds of love making come through the walls.

You open Ezra’s apartment door that he neglected to lock in his rush, and you find him packing a bag. “You’re leaving?” You choke and he doesn’t even look at you. 

“Aren’t you? Heading back to your pre-planned life in America? What was I? Just a joke? Seduce the one armed man so I can titter about him when I have luncheons in Boston?” Ezra hisses and you shake your head. 

“My love-” 

“Do not call me that.” He growls and you swallow, “Jacob and I were arranged to be married. Our families have been close friends for our entire lives. Our fathers served together in the Great War and they wanted us to be a family. Jacob never proposed properly. I never received a ring. It was on paper. That’s why I ran away. I didn’t want to marry him. I love him as a friend and nothing more. I swear to you, I wasn’t engaged to him in my heart, only in the eyes of my parents. I love you. I’m sorry I lied. I didn’t - I thought that it would brush over and Jacob would get married and I’d be free. I should’ve told you. I should’ve disclosed why I was here.”

He doesn’t believe you, shaking his head, he scoffs. “Yet there was a man on your doorstep, disgusted to see me in his place.” He reminds you. “I do not believe you little bird, I regret that you believe me to be so gullible. You’re just like her.” He hisses. “Pitying me and believing my lost arm has rendered me addle-brained as well.”

You shake your head, "just like who? Baby, I love you. Please don't do this. I love you and I - I'm so sorry I lied. I didn't - he isn't - we aren't engaged. Not in the traditional sense." You urge him to believe you.

“She was my fiancé.” He reveals, his frantic packing paused and he looks up at you with anger and sadness mixed together. “She told me in letters that she didn’t care that I had lost my arm. She loved me. She wanted me. Until I went home. She had been sleeping with my best friend. Told me that she hadn’t thought of us engaged once I had been wounded.”

“Oh God, Ezra. I’m so sorry.” You choke, fingers twitching with the need to comfort him. “Baby. I- oh God. I know you must hate me now and I understand. I get it. I- I’ll go. I’ll go. I’m sorry. Just - just know that I love you. I’m so in love with you and I’ve never felt this way before. I know you think I’m a whore and just like your ex fiancé. I’ll go.” You choke, tears now streaming down your cheeks because you know it’s over. He can’t forgive you.

Ezra closes his eyes, his shoulders slumping and he sighs. “Little bird….” He chokes out, gripping the shirt he had been packing in a tight fist. “You- swear to me that you are telling me the truth.” He demands. “That you never wanted to marry this man and he felt the same towards you.”

“I never wanted to marry him. He’s my friend. Nothing more. I swear to you.” You sob, “he - he’s in love with a woman called Cheryl. He - we have been friends our entire lives. He’s protective and I - he didn’t know that I was in love with you but when I told him, he agreed to leave me here.”

Ezra swallows, hating to see the tears in your eyes. He drops the shirt and moves towards you hesitantly. “I am sorry.” He whispers, ashamed that he had made you cry. You are telling the truth, you love him and you never wanted to marry that other man. “Are you staying?”

You nod, “if you’ll have me. If not…I guess I’m heading home.” You murmur, glancing back at the door after you wipe your eyes. Still dressed in your robe, you feel vulnerable.

He takes another step towards you and cups your cheek, guiding your eyes back to him. “If you stay, I wish for you to be my wife.” He murmurs softly. “I want to be your husband. Not to own you or to make you unhappy. But to build a life with you here.”

Your eyes widen as his response, and you are surprised he wants to marry you. If he’d asked last night, you would’ve said yes without hesitation. “You want to marry me?” You ask softly and he nods. You lean forward to press your forehead against his cheek, “I love you. It would - I’d marry you right this second if I could.”

“I do not think we could find someone to marry us at this hour.” Ezra hums, lowering his hand so he can wrap his arm around you. “There is also the small matter of procuring you a ring. I am a man who believes in tradition, and will be wearing my own with pride.”

You let him pull you into his chest and you swallow harshly, “you want -” You’re speechless as you reach up to cup his cheeks. “I love you. I want to marry you as soon as possible. I want to be yours in every way.” You murmur, pressing your lips against his.

“You will have me, little bird.” Ezra promises, smiling at you softly. “Every bit of me. I love you. I want you to be mine and I will be yours. Forever.”

You nudge your nose against his, “forever. Maybe we can get a chateau in the country and I can have your babies?” You suggest playfully, sliding your hand down his chest to feel his heart pounding beneath your touch.

“You wish to live the life of a French country woman?” Ezra grins, “chérie, I will make sure you have your chateau and your babies. We might have even started our little family tonight.”

You sigh in bliss, “I hope so. I love you, Ezra. I am so glad I met you. You’ve changed my life and I - I hope we spend the rest of our days together.” You murmur, knowing you would never regret coming to Paris to escape your family. You are going to create your own family with Ezra. 

****

“Mon cher, come in. Lunch is ready!” You call out to the garden where your son is playing. Your daughter on your hip as you place the bread on the table. “Ezra! Lunch is ready!” You call out to your husband who has been painting in the garden.

Looking up from his painting, Ezra smiles. Setting the brush in a cup of turpentine, he calls out to André. “Come, we must eat.” He tells him as he walks over to kiss you and take his darling little girl out of your arms. “Thank you, chérie.” He murmurs, not just talking about the lunch. He’s talking about the life he has with you, something he had never hoped to have after the war and now he couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.

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Me: *loading a shotgun and leaving again* pizza place’s haunted

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People who apologize for vigilantes make no fucking sense to me what theyre doing is illegal. They're hurting people trying to do a hero's job.

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you're just jealous of me and my beautiful wife Cantrip Kills People

⭐ Bluestarsintheblacksky

I cant fucking stand people like you oh my gooodddd

🦓 im-s0-tired

stay mad

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I want whatever is going on with the chaos demon guy and the redhead he hangs out with

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you don’t 

☣️ Villain-apologist

ROCKFALL SUPERVILLAIN WAVELENGTH ??????

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[qtubbo]

Andromeda Academy / THE BIG SCHOOL

Yeah we made a giant school, it took literal ages there was so many people involved in its construction so crediting is going to be a bit awkward. But know everyone designed and built their own classroom, the building team had nothing to do with the design on the classrooms so give love to the "Teachers" of the classes you love the most. Well let's get into this!

First the building team for the main team was well huge...but it was mainly ran by Gaymers! The faction I'm in on the qblrsmp, I'll be listing the main builders first. Thank you @admin-almos @itsgwencayyye @sebbs12 @elcucurucho @tu-es-gegg and me smile

Thank you for resource/lighting/minor building help @gempuff11 @skullhalo @villagerspawnegg @what-if-a-stranger @extinctfowl @starry-bugs @propheticscrewup @godtierjune @disfrutalakia @born-in-hell @snaziestbean

Let's get started with some general inside builds (everything is photographed by Almos!) A little Cafeteria under the stairs, cubbies to choose from, and of course the front desk!

Then "Plant Class" room 101 with Professor Sebs bell (Sebbs12) outside and inside view

Next Foreign Languages room 102 a seminar class with Professor Alex Godtierjune

After which we got Necromancy class room 103 with Professor Clem Bell

Lastly on the first floor we have Photography class room 104 by the build team (me actually on this one)

Onto the second floor we first got our amenities the Cafeteria!

First up we have Art class in room 201 with Professor Gwen so colorful what a fun look!

Then we go onto the Create class in room 202 with Dr.Kafka (Seraph1m) what an interesting classroom style!

Next up is Natural Sciences in room 203 with Mx.LPSKatie what a friendly atmosphere

Lastly we have Class de Español con Profesora Bombón in room 204 only class to have a live bird in it!

Onto the third floor amenities such as the Computer Lab, Library, and Study corner

Staring off with Astronomy class in room 301 by the build team!

Then we go onto Fish cultures in room 302 with Professor Fishy (ChaseTheTrader)

Sadly Tumblr does not let me add more images so the rest of the rooms will have to continue in the next post

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

[ramayantika]

Pag Ghungroo Baje

couldn't find any suitable title :) this title is subject to change later on.

Writing this while revising for Human Anatomy & Physio. My mind is saturated so pardon me for lazy writing and errors if any.

CH-1

I was walking inside our society campus. My dance class got over half an hour ago, and I had decided to take a stroll around the large campus before meeting the biker boy from last night.

I was walking inside our society campus. My dance class got over half an hour ago, and I had decided to take a stroll around the large campus before meeting the biker boy from last night.

My kurti darkened as sweat stuck to my body, and the cool night breeze made me shiver slightly. I could still feel my damp hair sticking to my neck, and I cringed at the stickiness of my sweat-dried cheeks.

I definitely made a great appearance.

As I neared the society park, my heart raced. My eyes raked all over the park to spot the familiar boy. I could see a group of boys, all teenagers, standing beside the slides with badminton rackets. Some middle school kids and their parents were playing pakdam pakdai as their parents chatted with each other. Two girls were swinging on the U-shaped swings. There was no trace of a boy looking out for me.

Fetching my phone from my dance bag, I switched it on to check the time. It was already 7.05 PM, and I had to be home by 7.45 to freshen up and start studying. I had already informed my mother that I would take a walk after dance class inside the campus and then come home.

I began fanning myself with my dupatta and decided to wait for ten more minutes. If no one would show up, I would immediately head home and resume my studies. Scrolling through my news feed, I found an article headline about the stock market, which I ignored. Even the news feed grew tired of me scrolling, and my dry eyes began stinging a little.

I placed my phone back into the bag and looked up at the night sky. A few stars twinkled up there, and with them flew large, floating grey clouds that looked like mists. I traced the stars with my eyes, trying to find a pattern in their alignment, when I felt someone tap my shoulder.

“You are the dancer, right?”

I snapped my neck too fast at the person behind me, causing me to wince a little at the sharp pain. Rubbing the skin gently, I nodded at the boy and said, “Yes, I am the dancer, and you are?”

“The biker.” The boy said it with a straight face that made me raise my eyebrows.

“Your name –  Mr. Biker? You said you would tell me today if I met you here in the park.”

Moving a hand through his hair, he replied with a charming smile, “Oh yes, I am Veer. D wing 302.”

Taking a step back, I said, “Woah! I didn’t ask for your address.”

Veer shrugged his shoulders. “I mentioned it because who knows when you might need it? The universe works in very mysterious ways after all, Sameera.”

I bit back a smile. Sameera's lips sounded beautiful, and, may I add, sensual? His deep, gravelly voice sounded poetic, or maybe like that of a romantic poet. His voice repeating my name echoed in my head, and I fought hard to stop a blush from forming on my warm cheeks.

'Sameera, you are pathetic,’ I said to myself in my head.

Veer, who was standing in front of me, was two heads taller than me. Dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt paired with sneakers, looked straight from a young adult romantic movie by Dharma Productions.

I cannot lie. Veer did look handsome.

On the other hand, I had nothing nice to enhance my appearance. If I were given a little more time, I would have freshened up before meeting him. Maybe fate wanted him to see me in a sleek, sweaty braid, drenched garments, and a mismatched dupatta lazily draped around my neck and shoulders.

“Which block is yours, though?” I heard Veer ask, causing me to drift away from all the handsomeness in front of me.

“Mine?” I scratched my chin. “Yes, it is block A-102.”

Veer’s eyes raked all over me, but it wasn’t a creepy gaze, but rather a very curious one. “You waited for me straight after your dance class?”

I blinked my eyes. Clearly, I hadn’t expected this question. “Uh.. yes. I have to anyway get home by 7.45, so I decided I would wait for you to show up. And if you wouldn’t have, then I would have gone home, and from the next moment onwards, I forgot I met a boy outside my window who caught me dancing.”

Veer opened his phone. “It’s 7.20, and you still have twenty-five minutes. Do you want to spend those minutes with me or spend them gazing at the night sky?”

My eyes widened with surprise. “Were you watching me?”

Veer scratched the back of his neck and gently nodded his head. “Yes, but you were looking cute, so I couldn't." Veer paused and looked at me, his eyes mirroring the same expression as mine. With an embarrassed smile, he said, "Sorry, this might make me sound very forward, but the truth remains the truth after all.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at Veer, whose confident demeanour had flown out of his system. “And now you look really cute this way.”

The boy simply smiled and looked at the ground. His pinkish lips curled beautifully as he smiled, and my smile grew even bigger after watching him smile.

Who knew boys can be so adorable too?

“By the way, what do you dance?”

I sit down on the bench while answering. “I do Bharatanatyam.”

Veer’s eyes lit up. “I have a friend who dances classical too. She does Kathak though.” Glancing at the empty space beside me, he asked, “Can I sit with you?”

“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”

He sat down beside me but maintained a healthy gap between us. “Yeah, but I also didn’t want to accidentally invade your space.”

My face softened. There are considerate people still in this time and generation.

“So, what are you studying?” I asked while removing the dupatta from my neck.

“Engineering. Computer science. You?”

“Biotechnology.”

“Wow. Science and dance go together. That’s really impressive, Sameera.”

There, once again, I felt myself melt. I wanted to savour the sound of my name from his ips, and all of this sounds so weird, but I couldn’t help it. My brain and my nervous system were sending weird signals to each other.

“What hobbies do you have, Veer?”

Veer turned his face towards me. I observed his curly eyelashes fall so gracefully each time he blinks. “Nothing much. I like to read and maybe go sightseeing nearby when I feel like it.”

“That’s nice.”

We stayed quiet. Veer fiddled with his thumbs, and sometimes he would sneak glances at me, which I would ignore while smiling to myself. After a few minutes, I could hear the sound of buzzing crickets and croaking frogs. Veer looked at me, his eyes sparkling under the white street lamp above us, and said, “I moved here a week ago. I like this society. It’s spacious, and there’s a lot of greenery around.”

Moving my eyes around the flower bushes and trees lining the sides of the roads, I nodded in agreement. “That’s true. The nights are really peaceful here.”

He smiled. It was a soft acknowledging smile, which made me smile too. We then turned our faces away from each other and moved our gaze to the front, silently embracing the comfortable quiet surrounding us until my phone rang up.

“Niche hai na upar aate vakt curry patta todke lana toh,” my mother said on the phone before abruptly disconnecting the call. I could hear the loud sound of the grinder, which meant my mother had begun preparing for dinner.

Veer, with a knowing grin, remarked, “Curry patta toh mujhe bhi lana hai. Let’s go together then.”

I pursed my lips and replied, “Do you really want curry patta, or is it just another excuse to spend time with me?”

Shrugging his shoulder, Veer ruffled his fluffy, wavy hair and, with a boyish grin, said, “Oh, I am here only to make friends. It’s my good luck that a pretty girl like you is the first friend I get to make.”

I got up from the bench and straightened my kurti. “Woah! Friends already?”

My mind fixated on the pretty girl comment, but of course I acted nonchalant about it.

“I am not into that acquaintance, then friends bullshit. Do log mile baat kiye hasi mazak hua aur dost banne.”

Shaking my head at Veer, I walked outside the park with Veer following me. “Chalo phir dost. Let’s get curry patta.”

***

[Veer’s POV]

That night I saw Sameera dancing through her window. I couldn’t hear the song, but I could see her movements, her hand gestures and her lovely, bright smile. She was acting as a shy girl in love to whatever song she was playing in her room, but she looked really cute and I couldn’t help but watch her dance with a smile on my face though my rational mind deems it to be a very creepy action.

I watched Sameera lead me towards the small group of trees behind the junction between A and B block from where I could get curry patta. To be honest, my mother too had asked me to get a few curry leaves for dinner and I was about to ask the security guard for it but luck favoured me and I got Sameera.

Sameera, through the window looked adorable and her dance was good too, but in front of me, she looked ten times prettier. Sweat on women does make them appear hotter, though. I could see the light making her collarbones shine and my eyes carefully observed a lone sweat droplet move down her neck as graceful as Sameera’s hand gestures.

Later, when she wrapped the dupatta around her neck and shoulders, she looked even more cute.

Sameera switched on the flashlight on her phone and moved her neck diagonally upwards. Her eyes looked me through the corners and she said, “Just make sure that nobody catches you plucking these, okay?”

She plucked two branches, one for me and one for herself. Handing the curry leaves to me, she said, “Yeh lo dosti ka pehla gift. Curry patta.”

Thanking her, I took my curry patta from her and stepped back to move out from the dense shrubs around us that were brimming with buzzing mosquitoes. Sameera’s flashlight lit my way ahead because the dry twigs could easily make a person trip and fall down if not careful enough.

A few leaves crunched beneath my feet, and as I had barely walked four steps ahead when heard Sameera gasp. Immediately, I turned around only to find her laughing in embarrassment while twirling the dupatta around her arm.

“My dupatta made me trip a little.”

In concern, I asked her. “You sure? No cuts, right?”

She waved her arm, causing the dupatta to fly right in front of my face. “Oh, not at all. I didn’t fall down. It was only a misstep.”

Sameera looked fine enough, so I didn’t question any further. I lit my flashlight too and walked outside the clustered trees and shrubs with Sameera carefully marking her steps in the dark.

Taking a turn, we both now stood in the parking lot of A block. Sameera walked near the lift and said, “It was nice meeting you Veer.” She pressed the lift button and turned to me. “Hope to see you around.”

I loved her voice, especially when she took my name. Her sweet gentle voice made my name sound sweeter, and it made me feel warm in my chest. Giving her a two-finger salute, I replied, “Oh, you will definitely see me around. Until next time.”

She waved at me and stepped inside the lift. I watched her until the lift doors closed in front of me. I began walking back home while whistling all the way, my mind still thinking about the adorable Sameera, her voice and her illuminating smile.

--xx--

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[jamesunderwater]

Jily Microfic: Troubled

@jilymicrofics - march 1, prompt: troubled - words: 302 Summary: The academic rivals origin story... dedicated to the Slytherin besties (;

Despite Professor Flitwick having quickly put out the small fire she caused, the smell of singed hair clings to Lily's robes; an ongoing reminder of her mortifying failure to perform the simplest charm imaginable. Truly - who gets Wingardium Leviosa so wrong that they blow up their feather? Maybe some other witch or wizard, but not Lily Evans.

Except that's exactly what Lily Evans did, and it's entirely James Potter's fault.

He just had to go and make his feather tickle Sirius Black's feather mid-air, which managed to distract Lily doubly, because 1. they're so loud how does anyone not get distracted and 2. how did he get so good at the charm that fast? What does he know that she doesn't?

Well, first off, he knows not to look away from his wand hand while performing a spell.

It's been at least twenty minutes since the incident, and Potter and Black are still laughing. The only reason she hasn't blown both their desks to bits right where they sit is how disappointed Professor Flitwick would be in her - she's already disappointed him enough today.

When class is finally dismissed, Lily stomps her way to the exit, hoping to find enough time to change her robes before Transfiguration.

"Oh, Evans," Potter says, coming up beside her as they pass through the door. "Don't be too troubled over it - it's just a simple spell, you'll get it eventually…"

"Yeah, you know," Black appears at the other side of her wearing a look of faux sympathy. "It's not a competition..."

Oh, but it is a competition - they've just made it one.

And whether it takes her all seven years to do it, she will prove herself to be better than Potter and Black - better than all her classmates, even.

They'll see.

Lily Evans never loses.

[mundrakan]

Travel AU

@wolfstarmicrofic - 302 words

Sirius hated flying. He liked travelling, really, by train, by car, by carriage if need by. All fine. But flying meant you had to be places and fast. Given his family that was never good. It didn't help either that the almost disaster, where the plane had just barely made it down in one piece was about a year ago now.

At least he was going alone. No mother to scold him for “looking sick”, no brother who looked even sicker, no father to behave like everything was an audacity to personally spite him. Just him and his fears.

Almost. To his left sat a sweaty old white man, the embodiment of a heart attack about to happen. His left was still free, but that wouldn't stay that way. His allowance didn't cover first class these days. But Sirius got lucky.

The guy coming up to the seat was cute, facial scars and all. He even smiled, when he sat down, and apologized for bumping Sirius' legs. That was nice and distracted Sirius all the way to the take-off. But then the fear was back. He felt like he couldn't breathe, he felt like his seat was eating him and his limbs slowly dissolved.

“First time?” his neighbour asked.

Sirius shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to imagine himself anywhere, anywhere but here. A strong, warm hand found his and squeezed and a warm voice repeated like a mantra. “Relax. It will be fine. All is well, just breathe...”

In sheer wonder about this reaction Sirius opened his eyes. “How are you even real?”

The cute guy grinned. “How are you?” On his frown he added in awe: “You are literally the most beautiful human being I ever met.” That couldn't be right though. That one sat right there.