A collection of fluffy, romantic JakexMC one shots.
Told from Jake's perspective as he experiences the joy of freedom, love and safety with MC. Finding his home after so long on the run.
Not explicit in content.
Sickeningly sweet, fluffy, and hop...
A trip to IKEA tests more than Jakes endurance. He planned everything down to the last second but forgot to account for MC's ability to turn everything into a day long adventure. He is a mastermind, though he might have met his match. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Jake
He was armed to the teeth. Nothing could surprise him or knock him off track. The map was crystal in his mind, and he was confident every challenge, problem, and panic attack had been accounted for and neutralized before they could infringe upon his ability to complete this mission. It was one he took seriously and would accept nothing but success. They'd eaten a decent breakfast, and he packed bottles of water and snacks in case she got hungry. All avenues had been considered. He knew every entrance and exit and mapped out multiple escape routes for every turn and pitfall they might fall into. He was ready. He was prepared. Or so he thought. He'd forgotten to account for the human elements, and a sinking sensation in his stomach already warned him all might not be well.
Jake eyed the mammoth building with a gimlet eye and smothered his groan as they approached the entrance. They were about to face the most arduous struggle many couples grapple with... a trip to IKEA. The challenge? Walk in, get what they need, and walk back out without breaking up. He was confident he could hold his own and not give in to the pressures being faced with so many options could place on a person. A strange notion swept over him as the automatic doors parted to allow them inside. Should he be laying a trail of breadcrumbs to ensure they found their way out? He was almost intimidated by the size of the place and doubted his own ability to remember everything he'd planned. The woman beside him insisted on pushing the cart so he could grab things she pointed at, and there was a distinct frenetic energy around her small form that made her bounce as she walked.
The list he created the night before was on his phone, and he knew exactly where everything was to the last inch. Reassured by the website that all was in stock, he warned her on the way there that they would not be distracted by anything shiny and they would avoid the food hall. He couldn't remember if she actually agreed to his terms or if she made him forget them by using her feminine ways to distract him. If she had, he knew he enjoyed every moment of it and wouldn't hold it against her. She laughed at his intense research, but he was determined to make it out alive and mostly intact. He felt more like he was gearing up for a fight than furniture shopping, and her delighted squeal as they approached the pile of reusable blue and yellow bags only solidified that feeling. She was grabbing one after another and smiling as she turned to him.
"Do you think four will suffice?"
He opened his mouth to affirm, but she shook her head and muttered, "No, better get a few more just in case. I think... yep! Seven will do!"
"We don't need that much..." He said as she bounced back to his side and tossed the bags in the cart.
"We might see something we didn't know we needed, Jake!" She laughed, eyes alight with mischief as they ambled into the market hall.
