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3 months ago

Under the Neon Lights

Jake Webber x fem reader

The air was electric, alive with the buzz of conversation and the pulsing beat of a local band. You weren’t much for crowds, but Jake had convinced you to come out tonight, promising it’d be worth it.

And there he was—leaning casually against the bar, his ever-present mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The neon lights from the signs overhead danced across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline.

“You came,” he said, his voice cutting through the noise as you approached.

“Against my better judgment,” you teased, folding your arms across your chest.

“Don’t worry,” Jake grinned, pushing a drink toward you, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

His charm was as undeniable as ever, and despite your initial hesitation, you felt the corners of your mouth twitch into a smile.

As the night wore on, he stayed close, his jokes and laughter blending seamlessly with the music. At one point, he pulled you onto the dance floor, his hand warm against yours.

“Jake, I can’t dance,” you protested, though you were already laughing.

“Neither can I,” he said, spinning you around anyway.

Under the neon glow, with his arms loosely wrapped around you, you realized Jake wasn’t just charming—he was safe, fun, and entirely too hard to resist.

The band’s final song slowed, the kind of tune that brought couples closer. Jake tilted his head, offering you his hand again.

“One more?” he asked softly, his voice barely audible over the strum of the guitar.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the swaying pairs on the floor. But his eyes were steady, warm, and for reasons you couldn’t explain, they made you feel like the only person in the room.

“Fine,” you said, slipping your hand into his.

This time, he didn’t try to show off or make you laugh. His hands settled gently on your waist, pulling you just close enough that you could hear his breath catch.

“Didn’t know you were a romantic,” you teased, though your heart was racing.

He chuckled, the sound low and almost shy. “Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my reputation.”

The song stretched on, every second feeling infinite. You weren’t sure when your hands found their way to the back of his neck, or when his thumb started tracing lazy circles on your hip. But you didn’t stop it.

“Y’know,” he said, leaning in slightly, his voice just for you now, “I think you’ve ruined me.”

Your brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”

Jake smiled, his forehead brushing yours. “It means you make me care. More than I thought I could. About this… about you.”

Your breath hitched, the world narrowing down to just him. Before you could respond, the final note of the song faded, applause breaking out around you.

But neither of you moved.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, his voice hopeful, almost nervous.

You nodded, lacing your fingers with his. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

And under the neon lights, Jake Webber led you out into the night, his grin softer now, like he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be—with you.