18:27 | TBZ Jacob x GN reader, vampire au, fluff, no warnings, .w.c 1.1k+
You run down the street with summer rain showering you. It would be just your luck to get caught in it, though the smile on your face gives away to your childish side that you find it fun, being caught in the downpour.
Thought your trainers are starting to squelch and your clothes stick to your skin, the mute colour of the sky and the warmth the season brings being washed away by the cool drops does nothing to deter the giddiness you feel as you continue jogging to your destination about five minutes away now—
Your breath catches in the back of your throat, trapped, when you're abruptly picked up and you have no time to comprehend the way you zoom through the street, your surroundings beyond a blur until you stop mere seconds later in front of glass doors, now under the jungle green awning of your workplace.
Blinking away the dizziness you manage to focus on Jacob who's smiling down at you, obviously pleased with himself.
"I feel sick."
His smile disappears and his expression transitions from concerned to guilty when he realised it's his fault. Wincing, he carefully helps you to your feet, hands under yours in case you lost balance. "Sorry… I keep forgetting you're not used to that…"
Your lips twitch into a smile and playfully you push against his shoulder (though it doesn't budge him at all). "You ruined my trip in the rain." You mock sadness. He sees right through it of course, a playful glint in his eyes when he bends slightly as if to pick you up again and says "shall I take you back then?"
He smiles when you're laughter meets the melody of the raindrops hitting the floor. "Don't you dare."
Then you turn to open the cafe door, holding it open for him. He softly thanks you and you smile at him before leaving to head upstairs. Jacob follows your lead and he's half tempted to pick you up and race up the stairs when you purposefully move slowly, catching your not so quiet snickers. He pokes your leg and you squeal a giggle, finally moving up the steps faster.
Thankfully there are towels for you to dry off with before you change into your work clothes before the start of your shift. Jacob gets two out from the overhead cupboard, slinging one around his neck, turning to you where your hands already reaching out to take it. But he grins, brown eyes soft even moreso under the sunlight hitting them and melting them down into liquid chocolate when he avoids your hands and slings it around your neck himself, gentle when he uses his grip on the ends to pull you slightly forward, closer into his personal space.
He keeps smiling down at you when he uses the towel to wipe away the droplets of water on your face, careful in his movements, making sure to dry behind your ears and down your neck. You can't believe he's smiling so sweetly when surely he can hear the turmoil he's putting your heart through.
Your throat is dry by the time he decides to leave you to it, biting his bottom lip when he tells you he'll see you downstairs, the sound of your heart like that of a deep bass track playing through speakers in the middle of the night.
Fully changed, you head downstairs with three minutes to spare before the start of your shift.
Since it's an evening shift, everything is already set up. The only thing to do is make sure tables are cleared and there's enough stock out front and of course to keep serving your customers.
Though when you reach the bottom step you're distracted (as you usually are) by Jacob.
He's taken his usual Friday spot up on stage, guitar resting in his lap. This time his friend Eric has joined him. You lean against the wall, folding your arms with your head tilted and a soft smile.
"This one goes out to a person who is very special to me. They always have a smile on their face, but I know they're filled with worries, like many of us. And they're one of the hardest working people I know. With this song I hope that I can bring them some comfort and that maybe they'll also let me ease their worries." His eyes find yours, they would always find yours even in the even chaos of crowds, and he smiles.
His fingers strum against his guitar and soon his soft voice has the entirety of the cafe under the hypnosis of its charm.
This sleep hormone that's coming one by one for 6 hours // I'll meet you in my dreams for a while.
Violet over blue, close your eyes and feel it too // my body receives a signal, take a peak and do whatever you want.
If I can see you, I won't be needing any light. // escape from reality and into my head.
Your ribcage closes in around your heart, making the muscle squeeze tighter in apprehension, in a lost awe at the sound of his voice, eyes unable to leave his drawn low and brows squinted together in focused passion.
His voice bleeds like it's own warmth into your skin, securing you in the comfort of it as you continue to listen and by the time he finishes you don't even realise that you're eyes have closed to focus on the sound and be carried away by it.
Jacob thanks everyone for listening to the first song, assuring they won't have to wait long for the next. He then thanks Eric for coming today, patting his shoulder, but then his focus retrains on you.
Hopping off the stage, the short distance feels like a mile with how leisurely he walks toward you, but then he's finally in front of you and you're speechless.
"So?" He says.
He rolls his eyes, smiling. "What did you think?"
Biting your lip, you look down in sudden shyness. "It was pretty. I always tell you your voice is nice… you did good."
He's quiet for a moment, just listening to the way your heart thuds with the power of a thunderstorm, beating fast and hard within your chest.
Something he's noticed has happened more frequently around him in the last couple of months.
"So, will you?"
You look up at him now, confusion filling your eyes. "Will I what?"
He smiles, stepping closer and the action makes you sharply inhale, head moving back and thudding against the wall from the sudden movement.
"Let me help to ease your worries?" He asks quietly, the softness of his voice a caress to your ears, a gentle secret to be told to your heart it feels like.
Swallowing, you will yourself to keep eye contact. "How?"
He grins now, shrugging. "We could start with a date."
"A date." He nods.
The thought brings a smile to your lips before you can process it and that's when you give you own nod. "A date."