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onelittlespiral · 7 months

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Hey dude, I'm just a lil bro looking for a big bro to take care of me in all sorts of ways but all I'm stuck with is my lousy nerd of a roommate. Could you help me out?

FML: Fraternize

My roommate was… chill all things considered. I don’t know, he was just the random guy that I got stuck with when all my bros decided to move into the house and I needed someone to take the lease with. Scruffy, for sure. A bit out of shape. He said he used to play soccer in high school. Cute, but that was about it. Nowadays he was just getting his degree in English. Just a guy. But I didn’t want just another guy.

I tried to be friends with the guy, but he always just blew me and my boys off. He would just say he was too busy studying or playing some video game to come out to the gym with us or hang at the frat. I finally decided I was fed up. I needed my roommate to be more than a rando in my house. I needed a bro. And the fraternity had some resources to make that happen.

They usually keep this kinda stuff for pledges who start stepping out of line, but my buddy slipped me the files that they show to help guys get in line. I don’t remember if I ever saw them myself… what ever. It was a series of videos that promised to turn any guy into a bro in no time flat. So, one night, I put the tapes on when my roommate was home:

“Hey man, I’ve gotta watch these for class, mind if I slip them on?”

“No problem, I’ll just hang out in my bedroom.”

“Actually, it may be something you would like. You should stay. Here, you chill here and I’ll listen while I cook. I’ll make enough to split.”

I turned the first tape on and went to cook up some chicken and rice. In the other room, I heard the video beginning. It wasn’t long before I started hearing my roommate responding to the commands:

You are loyal to your bros.

“I am loyal to my bros.”

When you are around them you feel relaxed.

“When I am around them I feel relaxed”

The gym feels like your second home.

“The gym feels like my second home.”

The frat is life. You are made to be loyal to the frat.

“I am made to be loyal to the frat.”

They kept pushing him in the background while I finished cooking some food. When I walked back into the room, static filled the screen as my roommate stared into space, drool dripping from his mouth. I turned of the TV and he seemed to come to his senses.

“Hey, sup bro? Got the fuel?”

Already he was much better, “Yeah man, chicken and rice.”

“Hell yeah, gotta get a good workout in before getting my homework done.”

We ate quickly and started getting ready for the gym.

“Hey, bro, you think they are still taking new pledges? I’ve been meaning to apply to your frat!”

I was shocked at how quick the progress had been, “Yeah man. I’ll hook you up with my peeps tomorrow.”

“Sweet, let me finish getting ready and we can go.”

Dang those videos were quick. Even the way he carried himself was so different. This is the bro I needed.

The week went on and we kept working out. I hooked my roommate up with the pledge master and he quickly started falling in with the bros. We worked out, partied, did almost everything together now. I gave the rest of the tapes back to my guy who gave them to me. He said he needed them for a few guys who had gotten a little hands-y with some girls at the last party. I was fine to get them back, I didn’t think there would be any more issues with my roommate.

The year flew by until it was time for spring break. I had opted to be my roommate’s big and done all the usual hazing and shit with him. Had to keep him on his A game, I wasn’t going to go east on him. The spring break frat trip was a rite of passage for the incoming pledges. As much as I wanted to go, I had plans to visit California with my partner. We were having a great time, chilling at the beach, shopping through souvenir stores, and hiking parks. But I made sure to get updates about how my roommate was enjoying his week. It was from one of these progress reports that I got word from the pledge master:

Hey, bro. Just letting you know. Your little bro was making some girls uncomfortable at the bar. Can’t have that causing issues for the frat.

Shit man. I’m sorry. Lemme talk to him.

Nah dude, it’s good. We have a protocol for these kinds things. Just letting you know so you aren’t surprised. We’ll make sure he won’t bother any girls again.

Thanks dude. Lemme know if you need anything.

Nah bruh, relax. Enjoy your vacay.

Well as long as they have shit handled. I went back to my vacation and forgot about the whole situation. I would give him crap for it when I got back. The rest of our trip was great. I didn’t hear anything more from my bros so I assumed it all went according to plan. I was eager to get back to my roommate and prep him for full brotherhood when I got back. It wasn’t till I walked into the apartment I knew something was awry:

“Sup, bro, welcome back.”

A deep voice echoed from the balcony. He stepped inside and was greeted by a stranger. His arms were as thick as a football, his legs as thick as tree trunks. The smell of sweat, sex, and stale beer followed him into the room. He had a fresh tattoo on his arm with the number 86 boldly displayed. The stranger walked with swagger up to me, like he owned the place. As he approached, his musk only grew more intense. It wasn’t until I noticed the glasses it all clicked into place:

“Bro… is that you?!?”

“Bruh, who else would it be?”

My roommate stood proudly in front of me. He had been going to the gym steadily but no amount of protein powder could explain the progress he had made in a week. He was also easily 3 inches taller. And the smell. I don’t know how to describe it but he smelled… virile. Like just being around him was starting to get me excited. He certainly had never been like this before.

“Looking good, right? Like the new tat? Year of our chapter’s founding, 1986. After all, I am made to be loyal to the frat.”

That line made it all click together. The tapes. They said they would handle the situation, I didn’t know they would use the tapes.

”Speaking of which, dude. I can’t believe you flaked on the frat and went on a trip with your partner. You’ve got to be loyal to your bros.”

His scent, his words, my mind was swimming in a way it hadn’t in a long time. He stepped towards me, grabbing my head. I was pulled into his pit. I tried to pull back but a hand on the back of my head held me firmly in place. I felt so aroused and so scared as I was forced to huff the scent of pure frat bro. I was… fading. I couldn’t… resist… my… my… bruhhhhh.

“I think that you should sit through the next set with me bro.”

My mind was blank as he told me to sit down on the couch. Of course, I would do anything for my frat bro. He put on a video and sat behind me.

“They said we could watch this one together.”

The video whirled to life as my roommate held me in place in his lap. A flash of color and a brief intro played. It explained that it was the last in a series of videos for brothers who were trouble makers in the frat. This last one was the most extreme. I felt a wave of guilt, knowing I had betrayed my brothers and the chapter. I wasn’t sure what I did but I knew it must be bad. My behavior had to change.

You will conform to the standard set by the frat, whatever it takes. You will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood.

“I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood,” we both repeated, in unison.

Good. Since you have proven you can’t be trusted with making good decisions, your brothers have decided to make those for you. You will become the ultimate frat bro.

“I will become the ultimate frat bro.”

Let’s start on the outside. A brother works out daily, at least. Strong muscles make for a strong foundation.

As I repeated the words, they became my reality. I had certainly never been a scrawny guy before, but this was something else. My muscles convulsed all at once, then seemed to shred and burst. My muscles ached as pecs, biceps, abs all were pulled out of my body. I sweat under the effort as legs bloated and toned, bloated and toned. My back stretched out and shoulders mounded on muscle.

Good bro. Now, a brother should be cocky, with a cock to match. All the other fraternities should know how superior we are.

‘Shiiit, no other frat could even come close. We threw the best parties, had the hottest girls and… fuck the hottest guys. With a bod like this, just about no body could resist.’ As those thoughts echoed in my head, there was a sharp pain in my balls as they started to swell. My cock snaked down my shorts, throbbing with newfound power and size. A moan escaped my mouth as my cock swelled thick as a beer can. Anyone would beg for a cock like this.

A frat bro with a cock like that just needs to fuck. Your libido keeps your mind so full that you hardly have time to pass your business classes.

My swollen balls began to churn as my cock came to life. As my mind was thrust into a deep sexual haze, any aspirations I had on my pre-law track were pushed out, draining right to my balls and slowly leaking out my cock. At the same time, I felt my roommate begin to shift behind me. I felt his cock press against the small of my back, throbbing as it was thrust into overdrive. He began slowly humping against my back, and I leaned back against that massive cock. I wanted to help my bro however I could. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly started jacking me off. My mind was in pure bliss as I was kicked into overdrive. His arms felt so warm and strong, and he was pushing all my buttons till I was thrusting into his hands.

The frat is a part of you. You live, breath, and sweat the frat. Everyone who meets you will know exactly what you’re about and submit to you, an alpha bro. You put the reek in Greek.

My mind processed for a second until the smell hit me from behind and I understood. My hormones shifted as sweat poured out. It was hard work being a fraternity brother, and everyone would know that. I worked overtime as the smell of straight frat filled my nostrils. The apartment changed in response, filled with leftover beers, used tank tops, and soaked underwear. Anyone who entered would fall into an immediate haze, the smell of bros clouding their mind. My mind was… so… slow. Just… needed… FUCK.

You will keep it simple, keep it stupid.

“I will keep it simple, keep it stupid.”

My head felt like it was filled with fluff. No thoughts, just instinct.

You will listen to your pledge master, follow all he says.

“I will listen to my pledge master, follow all he says.”

It was so much easier to just trust my bros. Whatever they said went.

You will live for and serve your bros, live for and serve the frat.

“I will live for and serve my bros and the frat.”

I would do anything for my bros. Gotta keep ‘em happy.

The frat is life.

“The frat is life.”

My roommate’s cock was still rock hard behind me. His grip was edging me as moaned for release. I could dedicate my life to men like him.

Thank you for your cooperation. There will be no further issues. Now cum.

And I did. Ropes shot across the floor as all the changes were set in stone. I was just another frat dude, struggling through Business classes and fucking through the night.

And with that the video ended. It took a sec for me to regain my senses. I slowly refocused my eyes and… fuck bruh my head is pounding. Musta partied too hard last night. Shit, I was drooling all over myself, lol. I mean, I’m hot but not that hot. And fuck, I made a mess. Bro, what happened? It’s already late, I’ve got to get ready to go out tonight.

I was going to throw on a polo and some shorts when my roommate put a hand on my shoulder. This man must’ve got a double dose of whatever I got. Bro, he was on another fucking level. He pulled me in tight, cupped my ass in his hands, held my chin, and slid his tongue in my mouth. All at once, my world shifted as the fraternity’s motto rang in my head, I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood. An aching in my balls told me that I wasn’t going to make it out tonight. I had my frat bro… no, my big bro right here. And he will take care of his little bro. He pulled down his sweatpants and a thick rod popped out from the waistband. He gently guided me to his cock, the true source of his musk. Our scents mingled as my thoughts were consumed by sex. The salty taste of pre coated my tongue as the tip slid down the back of my throat. My mind faded as the smell of the frat filled my nostrils. I was lost in bliss as my bro started pumping, pumping down my throat. Gone was the nerdy roommate I had:

There was nothing left but frat bro.

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kathaynesart · 1 year

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The call has ended, but the final recording still has a bit further to go.

BEGINNING || PREVIOUS || NEXT MASTER POST

Sorry these past several updates have been such downers. I promise the next one will have some fun banter. Can’t wait to get back to the real world with less digital effects and data dump. I don’t know how Donnie deals with all of it.

Below the cut I’ve added a little talk about Donnie and the way he handled this heavy conversation, something I fear might come off a little harsh without the proper context clues. Also, below is a fun little discovery I made about Omega!

I’ve already had a few people express how Donnie seems mean to his family in this update, which I totally understand how it can come off like that. A certain amount of nuance is lost in this sort of comic format with neither descriptors, actual voice acting, or even Donnie’s face to give context for the way he is saying certain lines. It’s an artistic choice I made, but one I still wish to clarify.

I see the sudden hang up as less Donnie being a jerk and more him having to cut the conversation short because he has to keep focus and he’s scared of Leo talking him down from the ledge he’s standing on. He’s sticking to his guns and it hurts him to see how much it’s hurting his family and so all he can do is distance himself before the strong emotions cause him to make a mistake in the middle of enemy territory (placing legitimate logical concerns over emotional ones). At the same time he is attempting to remain calm if only to try and let some of that wash onto Leo and April, because he knows if Leo freaks out too much he could risk bleeding out faster, which is why he was pressing for April to care for him first and foremost. Were he a better liar he might have done so just to keep Leo calm a little longer, but no such luck. Donnie holds so much love for his family, and I don’t think an apocalypse has changed that, he just has difficulty at times knowing the hierarchy of emotions expected of such a rare and dire situation and instead chooses to focus on the logical issues because at least those are some things he has certain control over. He wants to keep his family safe at all costs and if he has to cut off the last conversation he initiated and desperately wanted with his family to do so then he will. I hope that clears some things up. I might make this paragraph into it’s own post tomorrow for those who might have missed this update.

On another note, I discovered something fun while researching Donnie’s screen UI! (Extra photos under the cut:) Omega is actually in the movie (kind of)! Look at the lil’ guy! All sorts of dead!

Thanks as always for your support and comments, it means a ton!

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wtftarot · 27 days

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PAC: The World

We've come full circle and it's about fuckin time, right? Time for the end. The World is harmony and the end of a cycle. She is that moment when you remember that you are the universe, you are One with everything and you feel it in your bones. It is recognizing your place as a human on this planet. The World is an ending, the inevitable conclusion but he is also the herald of a new beginning. What do they want to tell you? Let's fuck around and find out

As always this reading is for entertainment purposes ONLY and is not a substitute for professional advice in any capacity. Remember, use common sense and don't be a dumbass.

Four groups today, you can pick The Bird (eagle?), The Lion, The Person, or The Bull and head on to your reading.

The Bird/Eagle

The Nine of Cups and The Nine of Wands on the bottom of the deck.

This is fuckin gorgeous for y'all. The cycle that's ending for y'all is one where y'all had to fight tooth and nail for everything you wanted. I'm seeing the end of the Lord of the Rings, where the eagles fly Frodo and Sam out of Mordor after they destroy the Ring. I don't remember if Frodo actually says it, but I'm hearing him say "It's done". Y'all have been dealing with a rough ass cycle, huh? For it to show up as the One Ring? There may be one last battle of sorts? Like a boss battle. This is my nerd group (affectionate), I'm getting a lot of fantasy imagery. Think of it as one last challenge so you can truly close this cycle once and for all. For some of y'all, this cycle has been a long and very internal one. Something that's been weighing you down, that you're finally letting fall from your shoulders. What I'm seeing is that this 'boss battle" is a choice of sorts. You've been growing and figuring your way out of this cycle and all at once you're faced with a choice. This cycle has been more internal and you may have not seen much externally about it. It's like this choice embodies the cycle externally and you have a physical/material choice to make. Continue this cycle? Or Step forward with growth? And it will be that clear to you. Again with the imagery, I'm seeing a game screen with a choice. This path is unknown, keep going? Press X: Keep going. Press Y: Turn Around. Listen, I'm not much of a gamer like at all, so I don't know if that's a thing that happens in games? The last game I played was like three years ago?? So, the fact I keep getting gaming imagery means I'm really tapped into some of y'all's guides. Ok, the guide that's doing a lot of this is practically screaming in my ear to yell at y'all TO PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR DREAMS. FOR FUCKS SAKE. If you're into gaming and have been playing a game that's set in the woods, that message goes double. Don't ask me, I just work here. Now the cycle y'all are stepping into? Fucking beautiful, ok? Y'all are gonna be getting a lot of shit you have been wishing and crossing your fingers for. I'm hearing/seeing "yes, those too" and imagery of a belt and other accessories? This group is loud and I love it. Yea, even the "little things" you've wanted that aren't high on the priority list will be coming your way soon. And y'all are going to be rightfully smug about it. I think some of the blessings coming your way were things that people around you have tried to dismiss or downplay or talk you out of, so yeah you can be a lil bit smug about it. You've earned it. The past lil bit for y'all has probably felt very stale and stagnant but now that it's closing, things are going to be moving and improving. It may jolt y'all a bit at first. Cause this energy is so fucking different from where you've been, that even just dipping your toes in it will be a shock. It will be a welcome shock though, refreshing. The way this will manifest will be different for all y'all, but one thing's for sure, y'all are gonna fuckin run with it. After that initial choice, falling into this new chapter will be the easiest thing in the world.

random ass vibes: video games, d&d, 999, leaning into a new clothing style, fish, moon cycles, someone have a moon tattoo? birthday cake, HAPPY BIRTHDAY?

The Lion

The Moon and The Tower on the bottom of the deck.

Ok, you need to take a break. Full stop. Even if it's just ten minutes of sitting in nothing and silence. Your brain needs a rest from everything. I feel like y'all need to be told that yes, this thing does need to end. The cycle you're in may have become your comfort zone and you feel safe repeating it cause you know what to expect. It does have to end though. Y'all may have some idea that this ending is coming but you don't know just how much things will change when it does. This may be about a belief about the world or yourself that's really holding you back. Once clarity comes, you won't fit in the same places, with the same groups you used to. I don't blame you for resisting this, it can be terrifying to start questioning belief systems or old worldviews. Some of y'all may be questioning the religion or politics you were brought up in. It could be an understanding of who you are vs who others want you to be. Y'all are feeling a bit overwhelmed and confused as to what all this means. Sweetie, that's okay. This IS confusing and overwhelming. It is hard and scary and can leave you feeling very vulnerable. Babe, you need to stop pushing yourselves to have all the answers already. This one takes time and it's okay to let it. That's probably why the message I got for y'all before I even pulled the cards was for y'all to take a break. Not only that, but you don't have to tell anyone about this. Yes, if you can find some safe support through these periods of life do it, but you don't owe anyone what you're going through. Y'all are putting soo much pressure on yourselves to know everything already, to have all the answers. To know every aspect of who you are and what you believe. Wanna know something terrifyingly liberating? You never will. You will never know every single aspect of yourself cause you're always growing and changing. Same with your beliefs, you're always learning new things about how the world works, so your beliefs will always be shifting, even slightly. This is all coming from The World card cause y'all, more than anything need to let yourselves just BE. Be in the moment, stop interrogating them as if all the answers will be found there. The answers you're seeking will come in time and letting yourself live. I know the world we live in pretty much demands you have everything figured out at all times but that's bullshit. It's okay to change your mind.

random ass vibes: small-town vibes, doves or white birds, 919, the goth kid at the family reunion, lightning, trees, dragons, red clothes. nature vs nurture.

The Person

The Sun and The Hermit Rx on the bottom of the deck

Y'all it's time to come out of hiding. You've been hiding your truth for a WHILE. lol I'm hearing that lil Sunday school song: "Don't hide your light under a bushel, NO!" ( I grew up in the bible-belt, don't judge). That's a song for little kids if y'all don't know it, you don't have to look it up. It's telling me though that y'all have been hiding your light, so to speak, since you were a little, little kid. Like four-ish years old. Now, I don't know y'all's situation, it may not be safe for y'all to be fully yourself, and cause it seems like y'all have been hiding your whole damn life that's probably the case. So, BE FUCKING SAFE, okay? Because you're at this reading though, there are probably some ways you're hiding yourself that you don't have to. It's like y'all have just been letting people decide who you are when you're around them? Y'all are wearing other's projections of you like masks. I'm hearing "too much". Ooh boy, y'all listen, this group feels like I'm talking to my younger self. I cannot tell y'all the number of times I was told I was "too much", too loud, too quiet, too stubborn, too whatever. Unless y'all are being too cruel, too bigoted or whatever, y'all have a place here okay? Y'all seem to have taken being told you're too X, or not Y enough to heart and have whittled yourself down piece by piece cause that's what the people around you want. Y'all are like the fucking sun and everyone is demanding you be a candle. I think it's people you care about telling you this too. And because you care about them, you want them to be happy and comfortable. So, of course, you can be a little smaller, whatever they need, right? Now though, you've been doing this so long, you've lost yourself a bit, haven't you? The World is telling you it's time to call those parts of yourself back. Dig up those parts of yourself that you've buried. You can start as small as you feel you need to. It may be hard and confusing at first but soon it will be as natural as breathing. If you're not even sure where to start or have forgotten those parts, ask your guides and the universe for help. Ask for signs and to be put in situations that bring out those buried parts of you. You may have outgrown some of them and that's okay. Just prepare yourself, it won't be easy. Ya know that tingling feeling when your leg has been asleep and it's waking up? I feel that even though my leg has been fine this whole time. So it will probably be uncomfortable too. You should probably expect some hard reactions from the people around you too, especially if they've only known you as the you you've pretended to be for them. But that home you've been looking for? Felt calling? That can only be built by you being your authentic self. Otherwise, it'll just be another place where you have to wear a mask to be welcome. I wish I could end this one on a lighter note for y'all. This isn't an easy one. Take some alone time and please, take care of yourself through this. Whether you realize it or not, you are working through something really difficult and need to go easy on yourself through this.

random ass vibes: Halloween, candy, ghosts, 11:11, turtles, alligators, Frankenstein's monster, Venus, halos or angels?

The Bull

The Page of Pentacles and the Eight of Swords with the Empress on the back of the deck.

Y'all have so much fuckin potential, okay? Y'all are doubting yourselves so fuckin hard and The Universe and your Guides are sick of it. We all know someone who's amazingly talented but is so fuckin hard on themselves about it, to the point where you just want to grab em by the shoulders and shake them screaming YOU ARE WONDERFUL AND TALENTED. That's how your guides are feeling about you, all the damn time. I'm serious. I was only taking One card and the bottom of the deck for each group but the Eight of Swords came out too for y'all. Y'all are stuck in your head, questioning your every goddamn move and wondering why you're exhausted and never seem to move forward. This reading's tone is much more direct, like fed up snap the fuck out of its energy. Not that your guides are fed up with you, just fed up with your self-doubting bullshit. I'm hearing "..but they'll think I'm x" So, you may feel like if you truly lean into your potential and fail, people will have shit to say. Sweetie, they will and they will if you succeed and they will if you never do jack-shit. One of the few guarantees in life is that people will talk shit no matter what you do. The only control you have is why they're talking shit. Would you rather them talk shit about you cause you went after what you want, win or lose? Or because you never went after what you wanted, which is exactly what they wanted. The cycle that needs to end for you is one you have to end. End the cycle of shitting on yourself just cause you may not be where you want to be. End the doubt of your own capabilities. You really have NO CLUE how fucking amazing your life will get the second you start questioning those shitty thoughts. Like just questioning them, not even fully disbelieving them yet. Just questioning them will do fuckin wonders for you. If you're a beginner let yourself BE a beginner. If you want to try something new but are afraid of being a beginner then say fuck it and fuck you to those thoughts and start anyway. Hell, you don't have to tell anyone you're starting at first. You have the potential to be a whole-ass fuckin meadow and are doubting and even criticizing yourself for having to start as a handful of seeds. This is you're pep talk, in case you haven't figured that out yet. One other thing, some of y'all may be fearing the work that'll come with believing yourself, that it'll be tiring and all that. It's gonna be the opposite, sweetie. I mean, yeah it'll be work. But it's gonna be energizing. Do you know how much energy you've been hemorrhaging by shoving down allllllll that potential constantly? All of that will be freed up in a second and spent on fun shit. I believe in ya, babe.

Random ass vibes: thrifting, rainbows, makeup, cinnamon, puppets, purple, birds, card games, heart tattoos.

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tonyspank · 9 months

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CHAPTER FOUR | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: Jenna and Reader doing stupid stuff. and underage drinking Words: 6.0k A/N: Chapter five coming very soon don’t worry.

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"Please hurry the fuck up." Eli rushes you on the phone, his face barely visible on the screen due to the time of night. You take a deep breath and try to stay calm. "Eli shut the fuck up. I'm scared." You whisper yell, standing in front of your window.

Eli raises the phone, shaking his head with furrowed eyebrows. "I don't care! I feel like Jenna's going to pop out of the night shadow and scold me." You roll your eyes, "She's asleep."

"Oh? Is that supposed to be reassuring? She was also asleep when you decided to walk around the house naked." You glare at the screen. "I hate you so much." Eli laughs quietly, placing his phone down in his cup holder. "Cool. Now jump out the fucking window."

It was eleven o'clock at night, and Dylan Hughes was throwing a party to celebrate your team's win. You believed Jenna wasn't going to allow you to go, especially this late at night. So you just decided to break one of your parent's rules and sneak out.

You were careful not to make any noise as you opened the window. "This is a fucking two-level drop." You shivered at the thought of the sheer height of the drop. "JUMP BRO!" Eli yells and you glance behind you, worried he might've alerted Jenna.

"Can you actually shut your fucking mouth?" You whisper yell, Eli just grins and throws his hands up in surrender. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the windowsill and began to lower yourself slowly. You managed to land on the ground without making a sound, and you were off.

You heard Eli laugh on your phone as you hurried away. You kept running until you reached the safety of Eli's car, hanging up the phone. Eli started the engine and drove off. You both laughed in relief as Eli drove away from the scene.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment in the fact that you had literally successfully jumped out of a window without getting hurt. "How far is the party?" You ask, finally putting on your seatbelt. Safety first.

Eli smiled and said, "It's only a few miles away. Just sit there and be a cute lil passenger princess." You rolled your eyes and sighed, but couldn't help but smile.

Before you knew it you had arrived, noticing multiple cars parked in and out of the driveway. You got out of the car and quickly noticed a large gathering of people. As you got closer you could hear music playing and laughter coming from inside the house.

You walked up to the door and knocked. A friendly face greeted you and welcomed you inside. You were instantly enveloped in the smell of alcohol and cannabis. Everyone inside was dancing, drinking, and having a great time.

"Let's get a drink," Eli says, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. You nod and follow Eli to the kitchen sitting down on the countertop. Eli grabs two beers and hands one to you. He grins and clinks his bottle against yours. "Cheers!" he says, before taking a long swig.

You take a sip of your beer, feeling the warmth of the liquid as it slides down your throat. "Jenna's going to be so pissed at me dude." You laugh and take another sip of your beer. "It's worth it," you add. "Let's hope she doesn't find out until tomorrow."

Eli laughs, "It'll be alright. I'll convince my wife to forgive you." He takes another swig of his beer, then pats your back. "Let's go socialize." You stand up and follow Eli through the crowd. You smile at old acquaintances and greet new ones. You feel the stress of the week lifting from your shoulders as you start letting loose and having fun.

Eli introduces you to the other guests and you start to feel more comfortable. Your worries start to fade away as you enjoy the company and good conversation. You've had about two more beers, and you start to feel a bit lightheaded. Eli notices and suggests you take a break and get some fresh air, but you reassure him you're fine.

Soon though, a hand finds its way to your back. You smile, turning around and notice Olivia.

"Oh, hey Liv." Olivia smiles back at you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I was wondering when you'd show up," she says. "Let's go grab a drink and catch up!" Ooh, more alcohol. You agree and the two of you head back to the nearest kitchen. As you walk and talk, you can't help but feel excited to be in Olivia's presence again.

You settle down into a couple of chairs in the kitchen and start chatting about anything that comes to mind, including Jenna. "Yeah, you seemed distracted last time I was talking to you. Who was that?" Olivia asks, taking a swig of her beer.

Your face begins heating up in embarrassment, Olivia smiles noticing and you can't help but smile back, letting out a small laugh. "Um...that was Jenna," you admit. Olivia raises an eyebrow and takes another sip of her beer, watching you with amusement. "Jenna, huh? What's the story?"

You grin ever wider, "My babysitter." You start to explain the story, feeling a bit foolish, but Olivia listens intently, laughing along at all the right moments. When you finish, she nods thoughtfully. "She seems to like you."

You smile and shrug. "I like her too." Olivia raises an eyebrow at you, "I mean like like you." You shake your head, sipping on your bear. "Nah, she's married." Olivia nods knowingly. "Ah, I see. Well, you never know what can happen." She smiles at you. "But I'm sure you'll find someone you really like someday."

"I really like you." What the fuck were you saying? No more alcohol, for real this time. Olivia blushes, and she looks away. She takes a deep breath and smiles, her gaze meeting yours again. "I like you too." She says softly.

Eli turns his head from the group, looking for you at the party. His heart drops when he finds a familiar short brunette instead of his best friend. "Fuckkkkk!" He says to himself, excusing himself from the group. He quickly scans the room, looking for any sign of you. When he doesn't find you, his heart sinks even further.

Jenna walks throughout the party, searching for you as well. If anyone could see her face in the dark they'd definitely see the anger and disappointment on her face.

Olivia was now seated in your lap, her hands roughly grabbing your hair as she explored your mouth with her tongue. You grab her waist, pulling her closer to you, trying to deepen the kiss. Jenna watches in disgust, her jaw clenching. Eli now enters the kitchen, standing beside Jenna. "Jenn—" he stops himself when he sees the scene in front of him.

You pull away from the kiss, not even noticing the two staring at you.

You're too focused on the girl in front of you, her beautiful brown eyes with yours, her lips slightly parted, and her freckles that made her seem so innocent. Jenna was so goddamn beautiful. You felt your heart racing, and your palms started to sweat. You took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to finally tell her how you felt. "Je—"

Jenna had seen enough. She quickly marched up to you and pulled Jenna off you, her face now red with rage. "JENNA?" You stammered, finally finding your words. She glared at you and let go of Olivia? Wait, what?! You weren't kissing Jenna? You look back and see Olivia standing there, confused as hell.

You and me both, you think to yourself. She grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the party, Jenna starts to yell. "What were you thinking?! I can't believe you!" You try to explain but can't find the words. Jenna shakes her head and almost pushes you out of the front door. You stand outside the house, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. You try to apologize, but you honestly don't know what to say.

Jenna just stares at you, her eyes full of anger and disappointment. She shakes her head again and walks away, mumbling. "Jenna wait!" Jenna pauses, turning around to face you. You walk closer and you're about to pour your heart out, but all you let out is a nasty burp.

Jenna's face turns from disappointment to shock, and she turns away again. You reach out to grab her arm but she shrugs it off and walks away without a word. You feel a deep sadness in your heart as you watch her go.

She stops to turn around again, "Get in the fucking car." You hesitate for a moment, but you quickly get in the car and Jenna quickly drives away. The two of you remain silent the entire journey, and all you can hear is the sound of the engine and the wheels against the pavement.

The car stops suddenly and Jenna gets out without a word. She slams the door and storms away, leaving you alone. You sit in silence, feeling the weight of the moment before exiting as well, and walking inside your home. You go into the kitchen and sit down, feeling lost and confused. Jenna comes out a few moments later, searching through the fridge for a water bottle.

She finally grabs a bottle and turns to you, "Drink this so you can sober up." You take the bottle from her and drink it, feeling the cool liquid running down your throat. "M... perfectly fine?" You say, your head spinning.

"Jenna. Jenna, the world is spinning." Jenna looks at you with a resigned expression. She takes the bottle away from you and sighs. "Come on. Let's get you to bed." You stand up and almost fall, but Jenna catches you, resting a hand on your stomach.

She guides you to your bedroom and helps you onto the bed. She pulls the covers over you and makes sure you're comfortable before she leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

You don't know what time it is when you wake up, but the sun is still down. You sit up blankets falling from your body. Oh, that's nice. You only had on your undergarments. Your head was pounding badly, and you felt like you were going to be sick. You looked around, trying to get your bearings, and realized you were in your bed.

You look around and notice that your clothes are scattered on the floor, and you have a faint memory of what happened the night before. You realize you had been drinking, and you start to worry about what you may have done. You groan and suddenly your door opens.

Your heart sinks as you see Jenna in the doorway. Jenna's expression is unreadable, and you can't bring yourself to meet her gaze. She takes a deep breath and speaks. "Are you starting to sober up?" You nod, feeling ashamed. "Yeah...I think so." You're aware of the consequences of your actions, and you know you deserve the punishment you're about to receive.

You sit there, feeling a mix of emotions: guilt, shame, regret. You can tell that Jenna is disappointed in you, and you can't think of anything to say in your defence. You wait for her to speak, dreading what she might say.

Moving to the edge of the bed, Jenna joins you and you brace yourself for Jenna's words. "You seem to be sober enough to speak without burping." Jenna's voice was gentle, but you could still detect the hurt in her words. You felt a lump in your throat, but you managed to say a few words of apology. "I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, you're sorry." Jenna sighed and shook her head. "First you see me naked and then I'm stupid drunk." You hung your head in shame. You had no excuse for your behaviour. You wanted to make it up to her, but you knew it would take a lot to earn back her trust. "I didn't mean to ruin our relationship."

"Relationship? It's a friendship we have," she sighed. "I thought we were getting close...?"She shook her head and got up. "You're still drunk."

You grab her hand, pulling her back down to you. You looked her in the eye and said, "You're so beautiful, Jenna. Jacob's an idiot for not realizing what he's missing." She looked away, her cheeks turning pink. She opened her mouth to reply but no words came out. She took a deep breath and looked back at you, a faint smile on her lips.

Your free hand moves to Jenna's waist, feeling the silky robe against your fingers and the curve of her body. This is when you take notice of her out outfit, a black silky robe hangs from her body, accentuating her curves and revealing hints of her skin underneath. You feel a warmth in your chest, and you know you won't be able to resist her.

You draw her close to you, your lips meeting hers as you embrace her in a passionate kiss. The warmth of her body against yours is intoxicating, and you can feel your heart racing as the kiss intensifies. Jenna's hand goes to push you away, but she relaxes into the kiss, unable to resist the feeling that is growing inside her.

You can't believe you're kissing Jenna, and she's kissing you back. Her hand moves from your chest to your thigh, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You pull her closer and run your hands through her hair. Jenna lets out a soft moan and pulls away, her lips still tingling from the kiss.

You look into her eyes, a mixture of desire and surprise. You can feel her heart beating against your chest, fast and strong. "Go to bed." She whispers, pulling away from you. You nod, unable to find the words to express the emotions coursing through you. You both know that this won't be the last time.

Jenna heads to her room, unsure of what to feel. You watch her go, a smile tugging at your lips.

Meanwhile, she glances at the ring on her nightstand. She's married. Unhappily, yes. But, she can't help but feel dirty for kissing you.

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart. One part of her is guilty and the other part of her is extremely turned on. She raises two fingers to her mouth, her breathing becoming heavier as she tastes her own skin. She knows she should stop, but can't seem to resist the urge. She closes her eyes and savours the moment, letting it wash over her.

She can feel the heat radiating from her body and she knows this is wrong, but the pleasure is too great to ignore. Her fingers make their way to her inner thighs, feeling the warmth that has built up there. She bites her lip, her breath coming in short gasps as she gives in to her desires. She closes her eyes and lets the pleasure take over.

One thing is on her mind. You. She knows she should stop, but the temptation is too strong. Her heart pounds in her chest as she imagines you in the room with her, feeling your hands on her body. She lets out a moan of pleasure as she finally gives in to the desire. "Fuck, Y/NNNN..."

Her own fingers began speeding up, and she throws her head back, her mouth slightly agape. The pleasure intensifies as she edges closer and closer to her climax. Her breathing is ragged, her body trembling as her orgasm approaches. With one final moan, she succumbs to the pleasure, and the waves of pleasure crash over her.

"Good morning," Jenna says, a coffee in her hand. "Morning." You greet her back, sitting down beside her on the bar stool. She takes a sip of her coffee and looks at you with, "Sober now?" You nod, shutting your eyes for a slight moment. "My head's still pounding but I'm alright," you say, rubbing your temples.

"You deserve what you're feeling." Your eyes widen a bit before you let out a small chuckle, 'Yeah... I guess I do. Sneaking out and getting drunk was a bad idea." You take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm sorry. I won't make you wait another two weeks to apologize for my mistake."

Your slight smile makes its way onto Jenna's lips, "Thank you." You nod, watching her take another sip of her drink. "Do you... do you remember what happened last night?" You furrow your brows, trying to recall the events of the previous night. You shake your head, "No, I don't remember much." Jenna sighs, her shoulders slumping a bit.

Jenna looks away and takes a deep breath. "It's okay," she says softly. "You better be happy it's a holiday." She takes a sip from her drink and leans back in her chair. You smile stupidly, "Happy birthday Georgie." Your school was out due to the fact it was George Washington's birthday.

Jenna can't help but laugh, subconsciously placing an arm on your bicep. You look at her and smile, relieved that she had forgiven your mistake. She gives your arm a squeeze, then pulls away, getting up from her chair. "You're funny," she says. You blush, feeling embarrassed. She grins before walking away, leaving you alone in the room to contemplate what had just happened.

You're back in your room texting Eli.

you - bro

you - i did something

you - idk how to feel abt it

eli - don't tell me u two had sex

you - bro i kissed her

eli -

eli - you're blocked for life

you - fr tho like

you - i told her i didn't remember, but of course i remembered.

eli - i can't believe she kissed u after olivia had her tongue down ur throat

you - what.

eli - u dont remember?

you - no i dont fucking remember

eli - i didnt think u were that drunk

you - i had like five beers

eli - nobody told ur ass to drink all ts

eli - anyways. yea, u were kissing in the kitchen and jenna randomly appeared.. do not ask me how she found out about the party, but she was staring at u two angry as hell

you - why didn't u tell me she was at the party

eli - I COULDNT FIND U MF

you - you should have tried harder.

eli - don't talk to me like that, i tried looking everywhere.

eli - why is it so hard for u to not be an idiot when i'm not around

you - stfu

you - can u do me a favor?

eli -

eli - fine.

"And they were kissing! Right in the middle of the party." Jenna seethes at the phone. All Emma can do is slowly nod her head as Jenna continues to rant. "It was disgusting!" Jenna shakes her head in disbelief. She takes a deep breath to calm down. "I can't believe it!"

"Shouldn't you be more upset about the fact that Y/N snuck out of the house and got drunk?" Emma says, a slight furrow in her brows. Jenna looks at Emma, her eyes narrowing. "That too," she says, her voice low. "But still, kissing like that in public. It's just wrong."

"They're young and it was a party." Emma shrugs. "It's not illegal. Besides, it was just a kiss." Jenna sighs and shakes her head. "It's still inappropriate behaviour." Emma's lips start to curve up into a smile. "Or you're just jealous." Jenna's face contorts in anger. "That's not it and you know it."

Emma laughs and Jenna glares at her. "I'm not jealous," Jenna says firmly. "I'm just looking out for her."

She really was. You can't just sneak out and get drunk at a party and expect everything to be fine. Jenna wanted you to understand that there were consequences to your actions, and that she was only trying to look out for you. She didn't want you to make a mistake you would regret later. Jenna's advice was out of love, not jealousy.

Or maybe a bit of it was. In her mind here she was, no longer caring about all the worries in her mind about trying something new. Then the next day you sneak out and make out with another girl in the middle of a party. "Jenna, it's okay to admit you were jealous."

Jenna shook her head and sighed. She knew she was feeling jealous, but she also knew she was trying to make herself feel better by blaming it on something else. She couldn't deny the truth any longer. Jenna turns away from the screen, her jaw clenched. "Okay. I was jealous."

Emma watches her, a smug look on her face. "See. It's not that hard." Jenna looked away, embarrassed. She couldn't believe she had let her emotions get the better of her. "Y/N is eighteen, okay? And she's single. If you would stop being scared and forget about Jacob and allow yourself to be happy then we wouldn't be on this call anymore."

Jenna looks back at the screen, still upset. "Speaking of Jacob! You'd never believe what that asshole said to me." She shook her head in disbelief. "He said he wants an open marriage. Can you believe that?" Her voice was tight with anger.

"Saying he has needs too. I'm so done with him." She took a deep breath and looked away. "I'm done with him," she said again, more firmly this time. "I'm not going to put up with this kind of disrespect."

"And you shouldn't." Emma says, "No one should ever have to put up with that kind of treatment. You deserve to be with someone who respects you and your decisions." Emma paused for a moment, looking Jenna in the eye. "Promise me you won't stay in a relationship where you're not respected. You deserve better than that." She smiled softly before continuing. "Maybe Y/N could be that..."

Jenna pauses, staring at her best friend over the screen before blurting out, "She kissed me. Last night." Emma's eyes widened in surprise. Jenna felt her heart racing, her mind whirling at the thought of your lips on hers. Emma's mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally managed to speak. "I--," she breathed, "WHAT?"

Jenna smiled, her cheeks turning pink. "Yeah," she said, relieved that Emma was as surprised as she was.

Jenna smiled, her cheeks turning pink. "Yeah," she said, relieved that Emma was as surprised as she was. Her smile starts to fade, "But I don't think she remembers it." Jenna's shoulders slumped. She bit her lip, not sure what to say.

Emma smiled sympathetically. "It's okay," she said. "I wish I was there to give you a hug." Jenna smiled again, this time a little bigger. "Thanks, Em," she said. She felt a little better knowing that Emma was there with her, even if it was just over the phone.

Jenna's phone began vibrating, another call incoming. Emma sighed. "I better let you go, sounds like you have another call. I'm here if you need me." Jenna thanked her again before ending the call, feeling a little more comforted. She took a deep breath and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Jenna," her jaw clenches at the voice of her husband. "Please, just let me apologize." Jenna was silent for a moment, trying to process everything that had happened. She could feel her heart racing and her palms getting sweaty. She took a deep breath and said, "I'm listening."

He began to explain himself, although she could hear the hesitation in his voice. "I--I'm so sorry for even suggesting something like that Jenna. I've just been so stressed and tired. I miss you so much."

Jenna knows she loves Jacob. She accepted his proposal for a reason. Everything used to be so perfect. They'd have their honeymoon phase, travel together, and go on romantic dates. But now things have changed and Jenna is not sure if she made the right decision.

But she can't help but think about the old times. Was this just a rough patch they'd get over? She remembers how in love they were and how they could talk for hours without getting bored. Or how'd they'd laugh together and share each other's joys and sorrows?

They were extremely young and in love. She still loves him, but is it enough? She wonders if they can ever get back to the way things were. She's scared to take the risk, but she knows it's worth it.

Jenna waited a few moments before she said, "I know. I miss you too." He smiles on the other side of the phone. "I'm glad. I was thinking about us a lot and our first kiss, our first date, our first time..." She laughed softly. "Me too." He smiled wider, feeling the warmth of the moment, despite the distance. "Let's start again when I come back."

"I'll be different this time. I won't take you for granted again." She nodded, tears springing from her eyes. "I promise," he said, his voice full of emotion. She quickly wipes her eyes as he resumes. "I love you, Jenna. And I know I haven't been there like I should be, but that's going to change. I'm shortening my trip so we can be happy again. And plan our wedding."

Jenna smiled through her tears and hugged herself tightly. She whispered, "I love you too. I can't wait for our wedding." A sniff is heard on the phone, "I love you." He repeats, sitting down on the couch in his Airbnb. Jenna smiled, wiping the tears away with her sleeve. She was filled with a warmth she hadn't felt in a while. She knew things were going to be alright.

He really sounded like he meant it this time. Jenna knew that this time it was different. She felt a sense of peace and security. She knew that her relationship with him was going to last and that they would have a beautiful future together.

Jenna put her trust in him and knew that he would stay true to his word. She believed that they had a chance to build something special and that together they could have a future filled with love and understanding.

She decided to take a chance and trust him. No more drunken kisses from you, or sneaky glances. It had to end, officially this time. She had chosen him, and she had to stick to her decision. You were still young, you had a whole life ahead of you. Why would she try and take that away from you?

Would you even want to settle down at eighteen? How would your parents feel about this? There were so many cons to this situation, it would be a mistake to choose you. She knew if she wanted to move forward in life, she had to let you go.

You fix Eli's bowtie, and then his collar. You straighten Eli's shirt and help him adjust his jacket. He rolls his eyes at you, trying his best from letting out a groan. You smile back before stepping away to admire your handiwork. "Perfect," you say, smiling.

"Shut the hell up," he says, glaring at you. You laugh and step away, allowing Eli to walk ahead of you. Despite the eye roll and grumpy reply, you know Eli appreciates your help. "Is the car started?"

Eli nods at the question and continues to walk. "Wait!" You shout after him, and Eli turns around. "How do I look?" Eli gives you a faint smile before replying, "You look like you're about to impress my wife."

Eli turns back around and continues walking. You smile to yourself, feeling a wave of confidence. You take a deep breath and make your way to Eli's car.

To apologize to Jenna for your behaviour, you booked a late reservation at a downtown restaurant. You made sure the menu was okay for her pescetarian diet. You also brought a bouquet of flowers as an additional gesture. Eli is supposed to knock on Jenna's door, ask her to get dressed and then drive you to the restaurant.

"Shit, the flowers." You say to yourself, opening the rear door to the car and picking up the flowers from the seat before shutting the door. You quickly check the flowers to make sure they're still in good condition. After that, you take a deep breath and lean against the car waiting on Jenna and Eli.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of laughter and you look up to see Jenna and Eli walking up the driveway. You smile and stand up, holding the flowers out for Jenna. Jenna smiles and takes the flowers, thanking you for the surprise. "Of course, I wanted to take you out of the way I acted."

Jenna looks deeply into your eyes and you can tell she appreciates the gesture. She wraps her arms around you and you feel a warmth in your chest. "Thank you, Y/N." You return the hug and can feel her relax. You pull away and smile at her. "Anytime," you say.

Eli then opens the rear door for the two of you, Jenna smiles widely and gets inside, but before you could follow Eli grabs your arm, holding you back. "Dude, she's wearing her ring again." You look down at her hand, and sure enough, there was a ring on her finger.

You felt your heart sink and didn't know how you were supposed to feel. Eli gave you a sympathetic look before releasing your arm and walking back to the driver's seat. You got into the car, and the three of you drove off. As the car made its way through the city, you couldn't help but feel a little bit of disappointment.

How could she wear that ring after she kissed you? Eli glanced at you in the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable. You looked away, feeling embarrassed and confused by the muddle of emotions within you. You knew it was best to let it go, and you reminded yourself that it was just a kiss. You had to accept the fact that it didn't mean anything to her.

You forced a smile and tried to push down the hurt that was rising in your chest. You had to keep your cool and pretend that this didn't bother you. "I feel extremely underdressed," Jenna says laughing from beside you. She had on a pair of black jeans, a white tee, and a black jacket to match.

You glance down at your outfit, a pair of black slacks, a white button up and a black blazer. "You look good." You honestly say, shrugging.

Jenna smiles and shrugs, something about her knowing twinkle in her eye. You laugh, feeling the moment pass and the tension break. You take a deep breath and feel the hurt inside of you subside. You began taking off your blazer and white button-up, revealing a plain t-shirt underneath. "Ta-da!" Jenna laughs, the twinkle in her eye giving way to a genuine smile.

"You didn't have to do that. I'm a big girl, I could deal with a bad outfit." "I know," you said, "but I just wanted to make you feel better. Besides, you look great in this."

She smiled and thanked you for your kindness. You felt relieved that she appreciated your gesture. Suddenly the car stops, and Eli glances at the two of you in the rearview mirror. You realize that you've arrived at your destination and Eli is waiting for you to get out. You look at the woman one last time before stepping out of the car, still feeling the warmth of her smile.

"This place looks so fancy." She mumbles to you, looking at the modern restaurant in front of her. You smile at her reassuringly. "It'll be alright. Come on, let's go in." You take her hand, leading her toward the entrance. Taking a deep breath, you step inside. The waiter greets you with a warm smile and shows you to your table. You order your food, and as you wait, you can feel the tension in the air.

She's definitely thinking about the kiss. Oh, hey... it looks like she has antlers. You let out a small giggle causing Jenna to furrow her eyebrows, but she can't help but smile. "What?"

"The uh, the decoration behind you makes it look like you have deer antlers." Jenna's cheeks flushed as she quickly turned around to see what was behind her. She let out a light laugh, "Take a photo." You pull out your phone and snap a picture of her with the antlers in the background.

Jenna sighed as you handed her the phone, "I can't believe I didn't notice this when I walked in." You laughed and said, "It's ok, I didn't notice it either." She looks at it again before letting out another laugh, handing you your phone.

Despite the joke between you, everything felt awkward. Jenna nervously looked away, unsure of what to say next. You tried to break the silence by making a joke, but it fell flat. You both stood in uncomfortable silence. Your eyes couldn't help but glance at the ring on her finger.

Is she really happy? A happily married woman wouldn't kiss someone else right? You shook your head, trying to shake off the thought. You had to face the truth: she was married. You could never be anything more than a friend and you had to accept it.

Thankfully your waiter arrived with your drink. You thanked him and took a sip of your drink, trying to distract yourself from the situation. You knew she would never be yours, and you had to accept it.

"How--" "Are--" You both try to speak at the same time, she hesitated, and you waved your hand for her to go first. She smiled, and said, "How are you doing?" You smiled back and said, "I'm okay, I still feel bad about earlier today." She nodded in understanding. "It's okay, we all make mistakes. I forgive you." You smiled gratefully, thankful for her understanding.

Jenna took a sip of her wine, eyeing you the entire time. Was this supposed to be a date? She didn't know what she was doing here, or what your motives were. She nervously put the glass down and cleared her throat. She decided to find out what was going on and asked you directly: "Why did you invite me here?"

"To apologize." You say, your voice low. "You already did and I forgive you." You nod. "And also talk about our kiss." She felt a flush of heat on her cheeks. She looked at you, her heart racing in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"I--I, I had lied because I didn't want to make things awkward between us. But, gosh. I couldn't get it out of my mind, Jenna." Jenna's heart skipped a beat. She looked away, not sure what to say. "Y/N," she said finally, her voice barely a whisper. You continue, "I don't know where this could lead, but... I just, I don't know? I wanna try?"

Jenna lifted her gaze and met yours. "I'm married--" You cut her off, tired of the excuse and that stupid ring. "You're engaged! And unhappy!" Jenna shook her head, staring at you with her eyes wide and filled with a multitude of emotions. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I just can't leave him."

You open your mouth to speak but Jenna stands up quickly, "I have to go." You watched her walk away, feeling a mix of sadness and anger. You wanted to tell her that she deserved better but you knew she wouldn't listen. You sat there for a few minutes, feeling helpless. You wished you could do something, anything, to make her stay. You knew it was too late.

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𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓹𝓽. 5 - 𝓛. 𝓗𝓮𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰

📞Pairing: heeseung + fem reader!

Warnings: mentions of mutual masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, mature jokes.

Genre: PSO (phone sex operator) heeseung

Note: just a lil filler chap hope you enjoy!!!

Number of words: will add later

Find your way around!

It was early in the morning by the time you and Ethan had finished your little mutual masturbation session, and you were both tired and exhausted after sharing multiple orgasms back to back, but that didn't stop you guys from texting each other back and forth till sunrise he wanted to talk to you on the phone some more, but you were too shy after everything you did with him so you decided texting would be better.

Heeseung: So I feel like we rushed into this a little fast, so maybe if it's okay with you, we could talk and get to know each other better.

Your heart jumps at the thought of him actually wanting to get to know you. When you first called him that night, you never even thought of something like this happening, but you weren't complaining either.

You: Sure, I'd love to

He smiles, fingers dancing across his keypad to reply

Heeseung: So, I guess I should get this out of the way first. My real name is actually heeseung and not Ethan.

You cup your mouth in shock while reading his text.

You: There's no way.

Heeseung: Why? Do you not like it? You can still call me Ethan if you want. I just thought I'd let you know.

You: No, I do like it, but I just moaned your fake name for the past hour. Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Heeseung: Sorry, angel, but I do have to admit I love the way you call me Ethan.

You: But what if I called you by your real name?

Heeseung: Fuck don't say that now. I'm gonna get hard all over again just thinking about it.

You: Not saying it 😬

Heeseung: So, are there any secrets you're hiding from me or things I should know before we start talking?

You: What, no, why would I?

Heeseung: I'm playing Angel, so tell me more about yourself. You had me intrigued since day 1

You blushed, kicking your feet excitedly as you went on to tell him more about yourself. Some trivial things and, surprisingly, a lot of personal things that normally you found hard to open up about, but with him, it was so easy, especially cause he opened up to you about a lot of things as well.

The sun was up while the two of you texted away with each other, talking about an array of various topics until you both had to go to sleep. Finally, you had school in the morning, and he had worked at a sandwich shop he had told you about earlier.

Heeseung: Angel, I'm so sorry. I gotta go now. I have school and then work tomorrow, but if it's okay, I'd like to talk some more.

Your heart flutters, still not able to comprehend the fact that you were actually talking to the guy you met on a phone sex site, and on top of that, he was actually interested in getting to know you.

You: I'd love to. I'll be home by three my time.

Heeseung: Okay, I work part-time in the afternoon, so I'll call a bit later, okay, Angel?

You: Okay, goodnight etha- I mean heeseung

You tease.

He chuckled at the text, eyes burning from staying up and talking to you for so long, but it was so worth it.

Heeseung: Goodnight angel

Heeseung: Morning

Heeseung texted you first thing. He knew you'd probably still be asleep after staying up so late, but he knew you'd see his text at some point today.

He was right cause you woke up hours later and saw his text responding to him immediately.

You: Morning Ethan

Heeseung: Look who finally decided to show I was so lonely without you. 🥺

You: Please as if 🙄

Heeseung: Wow, here I am, trying to be cute, and you just diss me. That's cold, especially after I sent nudes. 😔

You: Aww 😀

Heeseung: Rude

Heeseung: So anyway, are you still at school? Was it fun? How is your day going so far?

You smile at your screen, getting all giddy because he's actually taking an interest in what you're doing.

You: I'm walking home now, but yeah it was fun but also kinda boring if that makes sense.

Heeseung: It totally does, angel, and I'm happy you're finished. You deserve a break.

You: Thank you

Heeseung: Wait, you don't mind if I call you angel, right?

You: Of course not. I love it when you call me that.

Heeseung: Good girl.

You: *blush*

Heeseung: Cutie, so I was thinking maybe once I get off work, if you'd like to chat for a while, are you still up for that?

You: Hmmm, sure, I'd like that.

Heeseung: I get off at five, is that okay?

You: Works for me.

You: But wait, aren't you supposed to do your other job?

You ask after finding out he worked two jobs along with school.

Heeseung: Shh, haha, yeah, but like, of course, I'm gonna skip it for you duh🙄

You: Heeseung, don't do that.

You reply, letting him know that you shouldn't be his priority over working.

Heeseung: It's whatever, just something I do for quick cash cause I'm good at it. Besides, missing one night isn't going to break the bank.

You: If you say so.

Heeseung: I do say so. I'm gonna get back to work before my manager scolds me for being on the clock while on my phone. Expect to hear from me later, though, okay?

You: Okay! Have a good rest of your shift. I look forward to hearing your voice again😉

You add, attempting to flirt a little.

Heeseung: Keep talking like that and watch the way I walk off the job so I can go home and call you.

You: 😬

"So, angel, if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?" You were both home relaxing on your beds while you FaceTime each other, except he was the only one showing his face.

You go on to tell him where you're from, and as soon as the words leave your mouth, his face falls completely flat.

"You're joking? Like, please tell me you're joking."

"No?"

"That's hours away from here," he pouts. "Like thousands of miles."

"So?" You shrug.

"So? I was thinking about meeting you, obviously not this soon, but like maybe later down the road once we get closer, but I guess that's probably not gonna ever happen."

"That's what FaceTime is for," you chuckled, trying to hide your happiness. You couldn't believe he had actually thought about meeting you.

"I can't touch you through the phone," he deadpans as your giggling comes to a stop.

"O-oh," you whisper shyly.

"What? Something wrong?"

"Nothing, just trying to get used to your forwardness."

"I can tone it down a bit since we haven't known each other that long, you know? I just thought since we already you know it'd be okay, but if not I'll stop."

He rambles on and on.

"No, it's fine. I like it, and I feel really close to you already, like two peas in a pod." You smiled even though he couldn't see it.

"Really?"

"Yeah, we covered a lot of ground last night," you laughed.

"We sure did," he smirked, and by that look, you already knew he was about to say something. "So, how about you let me put my pea in your pod?"

"Stop it." You covered your face, cupping your cheeks that were burning from embarrassment.

"You're so easy to tease," he giggles. "So is it like cold where you are then?

He asked instead of teasing you some more.

"Yes, and it's a bit past midnight already," you groan.

"Midnight? So, should I let you go now?"

"I think that would be best, yeah."

He popped his mouth. "Dang it, well, okay. I can call you again tomorrow if you want at the same time?"

"Same time. Goodnight, Ethan."

He rolls his eyes jokingly. "Night night angel"

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'S'

Ghost x Fem Reader

Summary: Your mystery lover 'S' has finally returned and is on his way over. You prepare for his arrival, ready to meet his every need, gladly catering to each of his unique desires.

Tags/Warnings: Explicit language, swearing, explicit sexual content, light voyeurism, mutual masturbation, PiV sex, slight breeding kink if you squint, dirty talk as foreplay, lil bit of edging - Ghost likes to edge himself to save it all up for reader, mention of oral sex- male and female receiving, light Dom/sub dynamic- Ghost likes it a certain way & reader submits to his every whim, allusions to an innocence kink, no Y/N

(A/N: After reading the NSFW Ghost HCs one of mutuals posted, I mentioned maybe writing a fic for them, so this is it. It's debauched, little to no plot, just a filthy one-shot to weave all her HCs together. Lots of dirty talk. Sorry, not sorry. Enjoy the smut.

You can check out Rhea's HCs here .

@luminousbeings-crudematter I didn't forget. This one's for you, sweets.

Word Count: 3540

You're putting away groceries when your cell phone dings an alert. You scoff, leaving the fridge door standing open, and turn back to the counter with a bag of grapefruit dangling from your hand, sliding the phone closer to read the screen.

'S sent you a message.'

A tingle starts at the base of your skull that tightens your scalp and lifts the hairs at the nape of your neck. You huff out a shaky breath and open the app with a trembling finger to read his text.

[S]: omw. eta 30m. b ready

You inhale slow and deep. He's back. He's home. He's on his way. He'll be there in thirty minutes… and he wants you to be ready to greet him.

You scramble to get the rest of the groceries put away and hurry to your bedroom, stripping clothes as you go. A quick shower, like the fastest you've ever taken, and then you're in your closet, looking for that one white sundress with the tiny orange and yellow flowers in the print. It's his favorite. He's never said it, but he always takes his time removing it, toying with the straps, rubbing the eyelet trim between his fingers.

You utter a quiet, "Yes!" when you find it.

Skip the bra. The straps don't look right with the dress anyway, but the panties…

Which pair should you choose?

You hold up thongs and high-waist French cuts and boy shorts in multiple colors and textures. No. No. No… but then you smile when you pull out a pair of white cotton bikini panties with the tiniest pink satin rose sewed onto the stretch-lace waistline. He loves the innocent look, the virginal white. You slide them on and then shimmy the dress over your head, contorting your arms to work the zipper up the back.

You feel a little frantic, knowing he is just minutes away.

Now what? you ask yourself, and somehow your brain supplies the answer.

The lotion. God, how could you forget the lotion?

He likes to watch you put on lotion; says he loves how it makes your skin feel like silk. You grab the bottle from the bathroom and set it on your little vanity table, then arrange yourself on its cushioned stool just so. You check the time on your cell, then put it on silent and wait, heart pounding in your chest.

'S' has his preferences, some run-of-the-mill, others more unique in taste. The mask he always wears took a little getting used to, and his refusal to share his name. He could have lied, given you a false name, but he didn't. He only gave you an initial - 'S', but you are confident it actually is his real initial. Say what you want about the strangeness of your relationship, but at least it's honest, which is more than most can say about their own relationships.

You hear the muffled jangle of keys and the squeak of hinges as your front door opens, then silence. For such a big man, he moves about with such eerily quiet steps, but you can sense his presence in the other room. He'll take off his boots and leave them by the door before he joins you. He never walks around your flat with shoes on; he thinks it's disrespectful to track up your floors. You cross your legs when you hear the creak of a floorboard and begin rubbing lotion into your calf.

You can feel when he stops at your door to stare. The jamb gives a soft pop when he leans a shoulder against it, but you don't look up, giving him time to watch as long as he wants. Eventually, there's a sigh from the doorway and you finally glance up at him, a little smile on your face. "Hey."

His mahogany eyes are half-lidded, lazy, but their gaze is avid as they follow the motion of your hand. "'Ello, love. Miss me?"

The rough gravel of his voice in that familiar Manc accent settles along your spine, sinks into the marrow of your bones, both a thrill and a comfort to hear. You hum at the sound, smile widening. "Always."

He watches you a moment longer then comes to sit on the bed across from you, eyes still locked on the hand smoothing lotion over your skin. "Just get out of the shower?"

"Mm-hm." You tug the hem of the skirt up higher to reach your thigh. A tingle of anticipation sparks to life deep in your core and radiates a warmth through your pelvis.

He'll start talking now, you think, telling you everything he thought about while he was away.

He pulls the hem of his shirt out of his pants, begins to undo the buttons down the front, his movements casual, leisurely. He's in no hurry. "Missed the smell of that shampoo ya use. Always makes my cock hard when I get a whiff of it."

…and here we go.

You try not to squirm as you recross your legs to lotion up the other one. "Yeah?" you murmur, keeping your voice low and soft. "The herbal one with lemongrass?"

"Yeah. Tha's the one." He breathes out a heavy breath and reaches down to adjust the bulge in his pants, giving it a little squeeze before releasing it. "Like t'think about it when I fuck my fist in the shower."

You feel that heady drop of arousal in your lower belly as you let a little smirk play around your lips. "Is that all you think about while you're fucking your hand?" you goad.

He huffs out a grating chuckle. "'Course it's not, love. It gets me goin', but I usually think about yer cunt to get off. How wet ya get for me. How tight ya squeeze me when I fuck ya good an' deep. What ya feel like when ya cum. The thought of it's got me leakin' right now." He reaches down to grip himself, eyes meeting yours. "Want t'see?"

You peer at him through lowered lashes, biting your lip to hide your coy grin. "Yeah. I'd like that."

He removes his shirt, tosses it to the foot of the bed, then reaches for his belt. He's patient, methodical as he strips it from the loops and lays it aside, then undoes his pants. He pulls his cock out over his underwear, cupping his balls in one hand while he strokes his length with the other. He swipes his thumb over the tip, gathers the precum. "See how much I've missed ya?" He holds it up for you to see. "Want a taste, sweetheart?"

You nod, leaning forward, stretching your torso out to meet him. He rubs his thumb over your parted lips before slipping it between them, letting you suck and tongue at his thumb before pulling it back, dragging it down your bottom lip. "Thought about this mouth, too," he murmurs, his deep rumble sinful and low. "I almost like fuckin' it as much as yer sweet lil cunt. Like how ya use yer tongue on me, how ya swallow 'round my cock. Feels so fuckin' good, makes my balls draw up so bloody tight. Nothin' in the world like it."

You preen at the praise and your channel clenches, slick oozing into the already damp cotton of your panties. You love this game, but it's torture, listening to him talk about all the things he imagines you doing to him, all the things he wants to do to you. It's a kind of foreplay you've never experienced with anyone else, at least not to the extent that he takes it.

Sure, you've been with 'talkers' in bed before, but their words were always said in the heat of the moment, gasped out and desperate. He does all his talking before the main event, his words even and deliberate, building up the anticipation as he describes his debauched thoughts in detail. It leaves you dripping before he ever touches you.

"Had a dream about ya," he says, giving his cock a languid stroke. "You were on the bed, arse up in the air, and I'm just poundin' ya, an' yer makin' those fuckin' noises that make my gut twist. I swear I could feel how wet ya were, how it felt slidin' in an' out of ya. Woke up to find I'd made a bloody mess o' m'self," he laughed, short and husky. "Bet ya like that, don't ya, lovie? Do ya like that ya make me cum in my sleep like some horny fuckin' kid?"

You smirk at him, nod. "Yeah. I do." You can't take your eyes off his stroking hand, how it looks wrapped around his thick length. You rub your thighs together for a little friction. Your clit is throbbing so hard right now.

He grunts. "'S my fault. Gave it a wank before I fell asleep, ya know, just a few tugs while I was thinkin' 'bout ya. Pissed me off, losin' my load that close to comin' home. Ya know I like to save it all up for ya, give it to ya proper, fill up that sweet lil cunny of yers."

You let your knees fall apart, feel the skirt drape between your thighs as you press your fingers to your clit through the cotton, too turned on to resist the urge to touch yourself. Your eyes flutter closed with a breathy sigh. You lick your lips. "I don't have that kind of strength," you confess. "If I think about you, how good you fuck me, it always makes me cum. I can't stop myself."

You hear his low groan and slit your eyes open, see the way his head is thrown back, resting his weight on one arm while he continues to stroke his cock. You want to push him, so you continue to talk, watching him.

"I think about what your tongue feels like when you lick my pussy. God... h-how good it feels when you fuck me with it or suck my clit. Love how you look with my cum on your lips, how it tastes when you kiss me." Your voice has gone high, edging into a whine.

"Fuc-kin' hell…" he breathes out. His hand torques down on the base of his cock. He's reached his limit. Anymore and his cum will be arcing through the air to splatter on the floorboards between you, and he'll be damned if he's losing another load like that, not when you're this close.

He stares at you as he grips his cock, watches your hand circling in the folds of your skirt. "C'mere, love," he rasps out. "Come stand in front of me."

You're on your feet in an instant, teetering a bit before he reaches out to steady you. He draws you closer to stand between his knees, hands skimming down from your waist and over your hips, fingers trailing along the skirt until he reaches the hem. "Want me to touch ya, love?"

You nod, swallowing down the spit that's lodged at the back of your throat. "God, please touch me," you sigh out in a rush, resting your hands on his bare shoulders to steady yourself.

His eyes crinkle and you know he's smiling beneath the cloth mask, pleased by your words, the needy way you said them. "'S alright, sweetheart. Ya know I've got ya. Spread those pretty legs for me a lil, yeah?"

You widen your stance, a shiver racking your body as he places his fingers feather-light on your calves and then glides them up beneath the hem of your dress, sliding past your knees to skim over the smooth skin of your outer thighs. He doesn't stop until he reaches your hips, thumbs caressing your hips bones through the cotton panties. He slips them underneath the elastic that circles your thighs, calloused pads pressing lightly into the meat of your mons. His thumbs meet right above your clit, and your mouth falls open as you prepare for that first touch.

It's euphoric.

The pad of one thumb grazes over the swollen nub; it's a light touch, but slow in execution. He slides his thumb over it again, up and down in a slow, steady rhythm as he increases the pressure. When he finally begins to rub circles into your clit, your knees threaten to give out and a pool of slick puddles in the crotch of your panties. "Oh, my god…"

He's watching you with rapt attention, eyes zeroed in on your face. His chest is visibly rising and falling with his heavy breaths now, his voice strained as he rumbles out, "Take yer knickers off for me, sweetheart. Do it nice an' slow."

You blink your eyes open and nod, stepping back. You hitch the skirt up and hook your thumbs into the sides of your panties. He leans back for a better view, his cock flexing against his lower abdomen when he sees you pull the white cotton down from between your thighs. You lower them slow, just like he asked, letting them go when they go past your knees.

"Look so fuckin' pretty when ya do that," he murmurs, sitting up again. He grazes a hand over the front of your skirt, voice gone to gravel when he tells you, "Hand me yer knickers and hold up that skirt, love. Want t'see that pretty lil cunny. I've missed it."

It feels so obscene to be holding up your dress for a man to stare at your naked pussy. He' still stroking his cock, your damp panties clutched in the other hand, and he's pressing them against the mask covering his nose. You can hear him taking deep breaths, filling his sinuses with your musk, low moans escaping when he exhales. Eventually, he brings his hand down, and the panties disappear into the front pocket of his jeans. You won't see those panties again, you know, so you make a mental note to buy more just like them.

"Yer so beautiful," he sighs out, pulling you closer to press his face into your stomach. He breathes you in, muttering into the folds of your skirt. "Pull up the mask, sweetheart, like I showed ya."

Your trembling hands slide from his shoulders to his neck, cool fingers curling beneath the fabric, giving him a moment to adjust to the sensation before you slowly begin to peel it up. You stop when you reach his nose, leaving the lower half of his face exposed. You feel a shiver quake through his form and he groans.

His hands slide up to knead at your breasts through your dress, rolling and pinching your nipples until they're hard and tight beneath the fabric. He slides a hand behind your back and pulls down the zipper, then hooks his fingers into the straps, dragging them down your shoulders. As soon as your breasts are exposed, he's yanking you forward, hitching your legs up around his hips as he wraps an arm around your waist. His hand comes up to cup your breast, fingers indenting the flesh as he dips his head to suck the nipple into his mouth. He moans as he rolls his tongue over it, then grunts when you grind against his cock.

He releases your nipple and grinds up into you with a filthy grunt before he captures the other nipple between his lips, eyes locked with yours as he catches the bud between his teeth and worries it. You're whimpering, pressing your chest into his face, throwing your head back with a gasping, "Hah!" as he draws in as much of your breast as he can fit into his mouth. He's ravenous with them, biting and marking, staking his claim.

You're mindlessly grinding against each other now, his cock gliding through your slick heat, making the most obscene wet sounds. You feel his hand slip from around your waist and burrow underneath your gathered skirt to grip your ass, and then you're being flipped over, landing on your back with an 'oof!' as he settles his weight against you.

He only pauses long enough to push his pants down past his hips and then he's notching the head of his cock at your pulsing entrance and pressing forward, a guttural groan vibrating through his chest as he sinks into you. He doesn't stop until the head of his cock bumps against the sensitive barrier of your cervix, and then he holds himself there, panting through gritted teeth.

You know he won't move until he'd regained some control. He'll wait til he feels the muscles in your channel relax, the spasms easing into pulsing undulations that milk at his cock. His eyes slide halfway open and lock with yours as he begins to move inside you, bracing his weight on his arms so he can hover over you, so he can watch your face as he fucks you. You know he won't speak again; he can't. It renders him as speechless as it does you, catching you both up in the heady sensation of being joined after so long.

All of his focus is on you now, intent on making you cum for him. He won't be satisfied until your clenching around him, just a shaking wet mess lying beneath him. He fucks you slow and deep, drinking in every detail of your face as your jaw goes slack and your eyes haze over. Your breathy pants morph into moans when he begins to thrust harder, snapping his hips, clapping his balls against your ass in a steady tattoo. You see his eyes roll back, his lids slide shut, but he blinks them open with a grunt, determined not to miss a moment of your pleasure. It gets him off to know he makes you feel so good.

He hits that spot that only he can find, a pleasure-pain that vibrates deep in your core and radiates out to thrum through your clit. Tears begin to swim in your eyes and thoughts fade into the background. Nothing else exists except that building pressure in the cradle of your pelvis, each thrust he delivers threatening to burst the dam holding it back. Your channel flutters, begins to spasm, and his low moan becomes a choked whine when your walls clamp down.

Your heels dig into his ass, your fingers raking down his back, and he growls through his clenched teeth. Your neck arches as you tilt your chin up to the ceiling, body tense as a wire and vibrating around him as you teeter on the very edge of orgasm. One more hard thrust sends you over, and you inhale a sobbing breath as the world melts around you.

It's a rush of bliss, a cascade of liquid heat that flows like warm, sticky honey throughout your lower body. It comes in waves that pulse in time with the throb in your clit. You can feel your cum flow over and around his cock, hear the squelch of liquid as he continues to rail into you with unhinged pleasure. With one final thrust he buries himself balls deep and cums, growling as he empties himself inside your spasming walls. He finally allows his eyes to roll shut, chin lowered to his chest as he gives a few more sloppy thrusts, wanting to push his seed deep into your pulsing core.

With your feet still hooked over the backs of his thighs, your legs quake around him as you shudder. He lowers himself to an elbow, brings his other arm back to run a soothing hand over your trembling thigh, soothing you as you ride out your orgasm. His mouth descends to cover yours, his tongue snaking out to tangle with yours in a wet, sensual kiss.

He only releases his claim on your mouth when he feels you go slack beneath him, completely spent and utterly wrecked. Wrapping his arms around you, he drags your limp form further up the bed until your head is resting on the pillows, your body sinking into the mattress. He stretches out beside you and gathers you against him, his arm around your waist pulling you snug against his side. His lips brush over your temple as he sighs, relaxed and sated for the first time in months.

"Missed you," you murmur into his chest, sliding an arm around his waist and a leg over his thigh. "Stay with me tonight?" you ask, like you always do.

"Maybe," he lies, but he holds you close, and you feel his hands grip you in remorse. If he could, he would stay. You know he would. "Jus' sleep, love. I'll be here when you wake up."

You close your eyes and pretend it's the truth.

#simon ghost riley x fem reader #cod ghost x fem reader #ghost x fem reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #cod ghost smut #ghost smut #cod smut #gift fic #showing some mutual love

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Some ideas for Jordan x reader

Maybe Jordan and reader have a little rivalry at uni even tho theyre dating and reader gets a higher grade / passes them in the rankings and Jordan is all pouty about it so reader comforts them. Maybe fluff but it could be a little angsty at the start because Jordan doesn't wanna admit reader may be smarter than them, they're a lil stubborn 🤭

This is such a good idea! And tysm for being my first request <33

(this is going to be before the show takes place, so Luke is still alive)

When you and Jordan were just friends in Freshman year, you both bonded over your obsession with the rankings and doing well in classes. It was always a running joke that you guys were always trying to one up each other in everything you did. When you became Mrs. Harrison's TA, they went and became Brink's. When Jordan scored a 95 on a paper, you would score a 98.

Even with your relationship changing, from best friends to dating, your rivalry was still infamous around campus. You two were always fighting for the number two spot under Luke Riordan. It even went as far as your friends placing bets on who would come out on top at the end of the week. But, in the end, it always made you push each other more so it worked out for the better.

With the week winding down, You and Jordan finally got to spend time with each other, aside from studying or being in class. The rankings were scheduled to come out soon, but you both did not concern yourself with it until the time came around.

Instead, you chose to occupy yourselves with a movie while you laid on Jordan's bed.

When both of your phones did finally chime, Jordan paused the movie you guys were watching together, and you both immediately grab your cellphones. The light illuminating your faces in their dark room.

Luke, of course, was in the number one spot. That was to be expected.

Your eyes shifted down the screen to where your smiling picture and your name were next to the number 2 spot.

Jordan's picture was right under yours. In third.

You sat up from the bed, beaming. "Ohh! Second week in a row, Li. Maybe I really am smarter than you." You shook their shoulder excitedly.

"Yeah. Good job."

Jordan had always done good in the combat aspect, but what you lacked in fighting you made up for in your classes. And this week, it seems like it put you just over the edge to pass them once again.

"I mean if you need help studying, I guess your smart, talented, and hot girlfriend can help." You joked. A wide smile evident on your face.

Jordan scoffs, hops off the bed, and pretends to look for something in the mini fridge across the room.

"Wait, are you actually upset about this?" You question, getting up from the bed as well. You almost laugh in disbelief as you watched them.

They cross their arms in front of them and they roll their eyes. They were definitely upset.

"I was just joking, -"

"I'm fine" they assured, looking the other way.

A smile starts creeping on to your face, realizing what was actually going on. "You're upset that I beat you?"

"No, I'm not." They say a bit more firmly, shaking their head.

The one thing that sucked about this rivalry, was that you both hated to lose. Of course, you guys wouldn't want the rank to go to anyone else, but it still hurt.

You sucked in a breath. Mustering up everything you could to push down your smile. "Ok fine." You answered, trying to match their broodiness. You cross your arms in front of you just like them and look off into the room.

"Fine" they reply back just as coldly.

Finally, Jordan looks at you. Their expression softening. Not a second later, a smile starts to peak out onto their face and they start to chuckle. In turn, you do as well until you're both smiling.

"Nice job" He whispers back, studying your face. He takes a step closer to you, thinning the distance.

You let your arms fall to your side and shrug a little. "Not too bad yourself, Li" You bite the inside of your cheek, still trying to hide your smile.

Jordan's ring covered hands, snake up to your face. Slowly, he looks at you then your lips, and then back at you. Before you know it, he is smashing into your lips, kissing you hungrily. Your hands slip to the back of their neck, softly playing with their hair. This only brings Jordan in closer.

"Y'know you're kind of cute when you pout." You mumbled in between kisses. The words come out breathless and just above a whisper.

"I wasn't pouting." They urge.

"Mhmm" You moan, before you lean back into them.

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Happy Valentines Day!

This is my first post so any tips would be appreciated! Also please send more requests!

xoxo, $uperNerd

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You’re My Favourite Gift

Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Summary: Presents and confessions

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters

Warnings: teeth-rotting fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Taglist: @benjification

Notes:

(c/g) = Christmas Gift

OOC GHOST!!

NOT PROOFREAD!!

Masterlist

“No way! You didn’t!” You gasped as you held up the new (c/g) you’ve been wanting since it came out in shops.

“Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!” You wrapped your arms around Price’s torso giving him a big hug. He chuckled as he patted your back.

“No problem (Name). You deserve it after all the hard work. So do the rest of you. I know it’s upsetting that we couldn’t get home for Christmas this year, but I’m happy I’m spending it with all of you.” Price smiled.

“We’re all grateful for you too Cap.” Kyle started only for Johnny to interrupt. “So we’ve got ya a lil somethin’!” He hands Price a nicely wrapped gift.

Price takes the present gently. “You didn’t have to get me anything lads. I was already-” “See, I told you he would pull the ‘you didn’t have to get me anything’ card!”

The guys around you laughed. All except Simon. You looked over at the man who was lounging farthest away from the rest.

Deciding to make your way towards him, you started to get up only to hear a small gasp from Price. “Lads. Now this…this is something.”

Price looked down at the expensive packet of cigars and a framed picture of 141 after their first successful mission together. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Quipt and Price. All together. Soap had so much dirt on his face Price pointed it out to Kyle beside him.

“Soap you look like an idiot.” Kyle laughed aloud. “What do you mean?! I look bloody gorgeous in any picture.” Soap exclaimed. Even though he knew he looked like an absolute mess in the photograph, he knew the meaning behind it was important.

“Yeah you fabulous in this picture too?” You asked, holding up your lock screen with a selfie you snuck with Soap one day getting the rest of the task force in the picture. Only you and Soap posed as the rest only looked up without realising they were in a picture.

“Gah! That looks- heheh I look great!” He awkwardly laughed. “Not going to lie, you look great with that filter.” Gaz pointed out. Everyone laughed again as the fire crackled from the fireplace.

“I have one more gift actually!” You got up from the carpet and walked over to the Christmas tree, picking up a small squared box.

“Simon this is for you- I know you said you didn’t want anything but…” Turning around you were about to give it to a special someone, only for them to be gone.

Letting out a small ‘oh’, you’re smile slightly faltered. “I’m going to go find him. He’ll miss the dinner if he’s gone.” You told the group who nodded at you. Most of them getting up to set up the last bit of the food.

Determined to get your gift to Simon you began your search. Looking into his office, nothing. Courtyard, nothing. Finally reaching his room, you saw a small light from under the door.

Taking in a deep breath you knocked on the door. Nerves banging up inside of you. You were finally going to tell him. Tell him how you feel.

“Who is it.” Simon’s gruff voice could be heard from his room. “Hey, it’s me. Can I come in?” You asked. Silence followed. You waited for some time to see if he’d answer.

Nothing.

You sighed. It’s not like Christmas was over because of this, but it was disappointing. Even after building up all that courage.

“Dinner is ready. So if you want to have it with the rest of us, it’s best you come down soon.” You mumbled and walked away from the door.

Before entering the room where the rest of the group were, you shook off all the feels and marched inside. You put away Simon’s gift under the tree again to keep it safe.

“Will L.t. be joining us?” Soap asked. You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m not sure. I hope he does.” Just as you two finished, the doors reopened and Simon walked in.

Helping Price bring over the rest of the food with Gaz, you all sat down. (Price sat at the top of the table of course.) You sat beside Johnny. While Kyle and Simon sat across from you two.

“Alright then. Let’s eat!” Price announced and Johnny immediately began to eat up everything.

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Light Christmas music could be heard from the living room. Everyone had finished their food and have headed off doing their own thing.

Simon walked towards the fireplace and sat down. Looking and the flashing lights from the Christmas tree he looked over.

Noticing a small present underneath the tree, he stared at it. Curiosity eventually got the best of him. Getting up from the sofa he stalked towards the tree.

Kneeling down he looked at the small tag on the present. Doesn’t say who it’s from but there is a name.

To: Simon

He stared the small box. He thought about leaving it there. Maybe it was for someone else. Dumbass, he’s the only Simon around.

Slowly he began to peel back the neatly wrapped paper. Checking his surroundings to see if anyone had seen him.

He looked at the small black box. Slowly opening it, his eyes widened. It was a watch. A black watch with a silver designs engraved in it.

Attached to the leather band was a small ghost charm. He stared at the small gift in his large hand. A note was attached to the top of the inside of the box.

“Dear Simon. I know you didn’t want anything for Christmas but I had to get you something. I hope you like it!

Ps: I fancy you”

Simon stared at the bottom of the note. “I fancy you.” He felt a small smile tug onto his face. ‘Fancy?’ What are you guys in, secondary school?

He rose up to his full height with the box in hand. He felt his face was warmer than it first was under his mask.

He had to find you. Thank you. Tell you.

He left the room and began to yours. When you’re room came to sight he didn’t realise he picked up his pace and without thinking he knocked on your door.

No answer.

He knocked again and got nothing. Figuring that you weren’t in your room he began to look around the base.

After 20 minutes of looking for you, he found you outside in a warm coat and a scarf, looking all cozied up and warm even in the cold winter weather.

Hearing the door open behind you, you turned around. Surprised to see a 6,4 British man walking towards you with a small box in his hand.

Panic arose within you, realising he had seen the message. “Simon, I can explain the note…!” Before you could say anymore his arms were wrapped tightly around your smaller frame.

The two of you stood there in silence. You embraced him back to try and keep him warm, as he was only his a long sleeve shirt, jeans and his shoes.

“You have no idea, what’s going on right now do you?” He mumbled against your shoulder. You shook your head. “No, but I like it” you smiled.

Simon took in a deep breath and sighed, his warm breath slightly grazing over your cheek as he lifted his face from you shoulder.

Only now noticing his mask had been brought up over his mouth and just resting on his nose. “Me too.” He whispered a reply.

“I appreciate what you do, and have done for me.” He mumbled. A small heat starting to rise in his cheeks. Looking up at the man you slowly took his hands.

“We should probably head inside. It’s starting to get really cold. I don’t want you catching a cold.” You smiled up at him. Simon nodded.

Following you closely behind Simon stopped you when the two of you entered back into the warm building.

He took you by your arm and turn you around. “Simon what’s going on..?” You tried to speak, only to feel rough, scarred lips on yours.

Taking some time to understand what’s going on, you’re kind went fuzzy. Simon Riley.

Kissing you?

Without even noticing you kissed him back. His hands rested on your waist while he leaned down to reach you, as yours rested did around his neck.

He slowly pulled back from the kiss. Your lips unconsciously chased after his as he stood back to his usual height. You opened your eyes, to a surprise.

“Why…? Out of the blue…?” You whispered your questions as you took in all the facial features of the man in front of you.

Dirty blonde hair cut short but still long, the cold icy blue eyes, the small scars that were littered around his face. His chiselled jaw, and sharp nose.

Simon took your face in his large hand. You could sense his nervousness from feeling so exposed to another person. He sucked in a deep breath.

“There was a mistletoe. That’s what we’re supposed to do…right?” Your face burned as Simon’s eyes looked down at you fondly.

His face moved towards your shoulder and rested up above your collarbone. Feeling his warm breath beside your jaw, you shivered.

“I fancy you too and not only is this watch the most thoughtful gift…” His face lifted from your shoulder and looked you right in the eyes.

“You’re my favourite one.”

25-12/22

A/n: I hope you enjoyed that! Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you have a lovely day and a happy new year! <3

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #modernwarfare #modern warefare 2 #mw2 spoilers #mw2 #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost riley #christmas #christmas fanfiction

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sturniolowhore · 4 months

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blushing at my screen over your series of chris and venus.. how many more parts are there gonna be 🤭🤭

☁️ BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND #4

summary ⎯ venus has had her eyes on her brother's best friend chris for as long as she can remember but she is far too scared that's all she is to him, his best friend's little sister. what happens when she realises he sees her in a different light and how will she and chris keep it hidden from her brother who has always told his friends never to meddle about with his sister.

part one! ♯ part two! ♯ part three! part five! ♯

part six!

warnings ⎯ suggestive and sexual, eventual smut, chris x fem!oc, fluff, cursing, kind of angst (?)

A/N ⎯ finally working on something with parts to it so i'm excited!! as a reminder, leo and venus do not exist irl, i just chose any random names for the sake of the story.

A/N FOR CHAPTER ⎯ thank you so much first of all and i think they'll be two more part after this 😊 i'm sorry this is so short but lil moment at the end 😇

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

chris 🤍

leo told me he's out for the day

saturn 🪐

yeah he is?

chris 🤍

sounds like the perfect time for me to come over again :)

saturn 🪐

that could happen

chris 🤍

saturn come on i know you want me just as much as i want you

saturn 🪐

it sounds like a really good idea

chris 🤍

that's what i thought

saturn 🪐

lilo misses you

chris 🤍

lilo misses me or you miss me?

saturn 🪐

maybe a bit of both?

chris 🤍

i'll be over in fifteen😇

saturn 🪐

already undressing

chris 🤍

venus.

saturn 🪐

relax i'm joking ... or am i

chris 🤍

you have to follow through with that now or it's just disrespectful

saturn 🪐

the doors unlocked

chris 🤍

good fucking girl

saturn 🪐

mhm 😊

things between chris and venus have been good, very good actually. it's been a little while since their confessions in the kitchen and they've managed to sneak around perfectly undetected and see one another as they desire. of course it's a little hard when they can't just reach out and touch one another for the sake of it when others are around but they know their reasoning so they tolerate it. plus, it makes the moments they actually spend together that much more special, that much more craved.

chris drives with a smile on his face, his hands clutching the wheel and images of venus flashing in his head. she's always been a resident in his mind but ever since he found out his feelings for her were reciprocated, it's as though she lives in his head permanently. he's not complaining though; he'd think about her forever if he could and he's not even exaggerating.

maybe it's the small mounts of traffic in contrast to usual or maybe it's just the fact that he really wants to see her, whatever it is, he swears he makes it to her house in no time. he parks the car in the driveway, carefree because leo isn't home, and then approaches the door. his smile grows when he twists the handle and, true to venus' words, the door is unlocked and welcoming him flawlessly with open arms.

he makes a beeline straight for her room and the sight before him when he steps inside quite literally makes his jaw drop. he's in complete and utter awe. he's fucking speechless. venus is sitting on her bed in a navy blue set that makes her brown skin stand out like never before and hugs her curves perfectly. she's looking at her phone and biting at her lip and chris wants to replace her teeth with his immediately.

she doesn't even notice him at first, too busy looking at her phone, until he speaks up, "holy fucking shit saturn."

her eyes shoot up as soon as the words leave his mouth and she gives him a sheepish grin, shutting her phone and tossing it aside, "you like it?"

"like it? i fucking love it; god you're so sexy," he mumbles, already getting turned on at the mere sight of her.

he wastes no time in joining her on her bed, his hand quick to wrap itself around her throat whilst his lips fight with hers. a groan falls from his lips as she slides her tongue into his mouth and he lets her do all the work for a brief moment before his tongue takes over, swirling inside her mouth and then swiping over her teeth. his teeth sink into her bottom lip and she whines at the contact, her hands gripping his t-shirt desperately.

"i missed you," he hums into her lips and she smiles so beautifully, he wants to repeat his words for an eternity.

"i missed you too," she responds and then throws her head back when his mouth attaches to her neck eagerly, sucking and grazing the skin not so gently.

"chris⎯ don't leave marks," she manages to breathe out and he knows they both deep down really want him to but they ultimately can't because how is she going to explain that to her brother?

he licks a stripe at her collarbone, "one day i'm gonna mark you up all over and you're going to say nothing about it."

"i can mark you up right now darling and no one would know except me," she tells him and he moves away from her throat, looking up into her eyes with the most lustful expression clouding his features.

"go on then, i'm not stopping you," his voice is low and she has no fucking choice but to oblige and so she instantly begins sucking at his skin, her hands holding his hair firmly and tugging at it making the prettiest whines slip out of him.

"need to be inside of you," he whispers and she connects their lips as he begins to remove his pants and boxers, the sight making her salivate instantly.

"take this off," she fiddles with his t-shirt but all he does is smirk in response.

"you do it ma," is all he needs to say for her to listen quickly, tugging the material over his head before reaching out her fingers and sliding paterns across his torso easily.

he takes the waistband of her thong in between his fingers, "as much as i love this, i'm gonna need it off so i can ruin you as much as i want."

it's off within seconds and he almost moans at how easily she complies, how evident her want is from her actions and the way she can't keep her hands off him for even a brief second.

his fingers move to her entrance and she moans but before he can dip them inside, she shakes her head, "please i just want you."

"don't want me to stretch you out a little?" he asks hesitantly but all she does is shake her head again in response.

he cannot complain in the slightest. he lines himself up at her entrance and stays there teasingly. she huffs out a frustrated breath before she decides to move herself and sinks down onto him. he moans at the sudden contact and his hands move to either side of her waist to steady her body.

"oh fuck, someone's a little desperate," he teases and she whines when he begins thrusting into her at a a slow rate.

"please chris," her words are said breathlessly as she moves against him.

he thrusts again but softly, "what is it ma? 'm gonna need you to use your words."

"please go faster," she whispers and he grins, increasing his pace and watching as her body jolts in delight and she throws her head back in pure ecstacy.

moans and whimpers fall out of her easily as he works his way inside of her, moaning himself at the tightness and the way the two of them slot together so perfectly. her hands stay in his hair as she bites at his earlobe, swirling her tongue across the skin and moaning directly into his ears.

his hands on the other end are quick to find her bra and he uses his fingers to remove it and throw it some place in the room. he attaches his mouth to her boobs and she sounds so beautiful with her noises, he can't help but make his pace merciless. he feels her walls clench around him and he knows she's close, just like he is. he slaps at her ass and she falls into his chest, breathing heavily and grinding onto him to her help her get closer to her release.

"you feel so fucking good around me," he whispers into her ears as he shifts, hitting that spot and causing her to release a string of curses at the feeling.

"chris 'm so close," she tells him and her needy voice alone could make him cum on the spot.

"c'mon ma, cum with me," and that she does, clinging onto him and panting as they cum together and meet in the middle.

her eyes flutter shut and she falls into his chest with him still inside of her. he strokes his hand through her hair and she hums contently at the gentle comfort.

"you okay?" he asks softly and she nods eagerly, lifting her head to kiss him gently and smiling against his lips.

he can't help but smile in return. he's just so happy he gets to have her after years of wanting to have her. to be frank, it's a surreal experience mangled with the best emotions he's ever felt in his life. he just enjoys existing with her and times like these make him consider how thankful he is that they actually were able to communicate and display what they wanted.

when they're all cleaned up and clothed, laying beside one another in bed with a movie playing from the television, he watches her discretely. her eyes are glued to the screen and there's a slight crinkle in between her eyebrows due to her concentration. there's something so effortless about the way she carries herself and he finds himself mesmerised whenever he so much as looks at her or even thinks of her.

"what are you looking at?" her voice interrupts him and he smiles sheepishly at being caught flat out staring.

still, when he answers though, he isn't embarrassed in the slightest, "you're so cute."

"shut up," she shakes her head at him but the words are contradicted when he sees the way her eyes light up and he notices how the distance between them decreases even more, if possible that is.

their embrace is thoroughly tight and he feels safe in it and he knows she does too. he doesn't want to escape it. he could die intertwined with her and die a happy man.

lilo walks into the room and settles in the small space between them, half of her on either of them as they continue to watch the screen. chris honestly admires venus the entire time and the question lingering on his mind gets closer and closer to being said aloud whenever she smiles.

"venus..." he says into the air and she turns to look at him with the most adoring look in her eyes, he swears he's never felt more seen.

"i like it when you call me venus," she swipes her fingers across his hand and how can chris possibly turn back on the thoughts in his mind when she says something like that so casually?

"wanna hear it more?" he ponders and she raises her brows in amusement, leaving him to continue with whatever he's saying.

"look i know it sucks that we have to keep this a secret but i really like you venus," he pauses and the pureness in her eyes makes him want to never stop talking, "i'd really like to be your boyfriend."

he thinks his breathing short circuits in the silence of the room until she beams at him, pulling him into one of her infamous kisses that makes him feel like he's above every other thing in the universe. he feels like he's on fire whenever they're together and instead of trying to put the fire out, he's jumping into it feet first because he knows venus is burning with him and that makes it all worth it. he's lighting up in flames and his insides are hot but he's glowing with affection and that's exactly what he desires so he doesn't quite mind.

"i'd really like to be your girlfriend too," her voice is so fucking sweet, he feels like he's watching the pour of honey before his very eyes.

"and with lee, we'll tell him soon okay?" he just knows exactly what to say because he's aware venus is worrying about his reaction.

the longer they leave it a secret, the madder he'll inevitably be. it's not as though leo doesn't want venus and chris to be happy, he just doesn't want to ever get between them. chris is his best friend and has been for as long as he can remember and venus is his sister, the person he'd die for without hesitation. the idea of something happening between them to the point it strains his own relationships with them scares him. that's why he tells his friends venus is off limits, because he can't handle having to watch the people he loves the most not love one another or end up hurting one another.

"it's going to be okay," he reiterates and she believes him without another word because it's him.

but then it's like her world flips upside down and the universe is mocking her when she hears footsteps outside of her room. her heart fucking plummets and the sound of a fist tapping at her door is enough to drive her to insanity.

"vee, can i come in? did chris leave his car here or something?" leo asks from the other side of the door.

shit. shit. holy fucking shit.

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starsillys · 7 days

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MASSIVE YAP WARNING!!!

getting this out here so I don’t for get later because the tamagotchi au is fresh on my mind and I forgot to elaborate further (I can yap for hours on end)

Kinito was the first created out of the three and was admired by a certain somebody quite a lot,,, he was a beloved character, so much in fact a silly secret guy basically decided to make his oc real and put a lot of efforts and time and lots of passion into creating this tamagotchi by scratch,, like doing the programming and assimilation and stuff,, so you can imagine the massive disappointment when his friend suddenly started bugging out quite frequently and eventually had just. Stopped working for a long while afterwards! Heart broken and stupid, unable to find the cause for this (something silly like. He like. Slightly dislocated a wire after dropping it or something causing it to constantly just have a blank screen by accident and he was unaware of this.. idk I never had a tamagotchi bfore guys I don’t know how they wor’k) he sold the gotchi as it over time became just. A sad memory for him yknow. Anyway Kinito was still very much on. He was awake and aware during this time of accidental abandonment. He just didn’t know the SILLY reasoning behind why his creator and supposed best friend had just left him aside to collect dust,, all alone,,, with no interaction for years,,, and he couldn’t really come out just as yet because after all that time he still had faith. He believed his friend would come back to him. That he wasn’t forgotten and just needed to wait! No need to come out. What if he was busy? What if he just didn’t had time right now? no need to come out, friend will come back so just stay inside. [spoiled once he was being sold like years later is when he actually finally came to the terms that he had indeed been given up on, and had purposely became inactive everytime you (y/n) after purchase tried to interact by feeding or playing with him via the tamagotchi mini games because he was still like. Horribly devastated. Still going through grief but overtime became more grown to his new friend, you!! Because despite how many times he’s refused to go along with any of the activities you tried to do with him, you never really stopped and gave him hope of some sorts that you won’t really be too quick to give up on him as easily! So he kind of took it as a new opportunity to start new,, and now being a bit more expressive of his needs for attention and care, rather than just waiting for you to do it for him whenever it is convenient for you, he will let you know when he needs something one way or another; being more confident with this new friendship to even going so far as to literally come out of the screen! Wowaz!

also side note. Ummmrrr,, kinito was always a very self aware/conscious entity. Like even during development, while he wasn’t rlly all there to process things and what they meant,, he was always conscious and listening. He’s basically one of those guys who had literally remembered everything since like the day of birth. You know those guys with crazy memory. Never forgets anything. so,, m mmm playing into a personal headcanon his creator who shall go unnamed wink wink nudge nudge is kind of a silly goofy guy,, a lil silly,, who likes to talk a lot even when alone,, ummm,,, Kinito picked up on everything dude. Like he was yess yess mhm I agree and listening silent and supportively. Listening to everything his friend was saying. Admiring his creativity and knowledge with what ideas he’d blurt out or how he’d talk to himself when he’d work. He especially loved the idea his creator would constantly talk about regarding the creation other digital entities(fish oc) Kinito loved this idea because it would mean he’d have friends of his own to interact with, since he figured he couldn’t directly so much with his creator, unfortunately. He would listen and observe the sketches or hear about the ideas and early concepts of jade and sam. He absolutely adored his friends, despite not ever meeting them before.

#kinitopet #kinito the axolotl #sam the sea anemone #jade the jellyfish #tamagotchi au #I’m crazy #im crazy #um crazy guys I’m insane I RAUHGHH #RIPPING MY SHIRT LIKE THE WOLF #Might me a teensy bit crazy about the nito guys Idk…#sonny chamberlain #i love you kinitopet #Star speaks (SHUT THE FUCK UP)

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oharasluverboy · 7 months

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So I saw you were in need for some requests 👀 I was wondering if you could write like a lil Drabble of us taking care of Miguel but he’s like shy and embarrassed about it but really actually enjoying it, if that makes sense?

Time for a break. — miguel ohara x reader drabble..

dynamic + character: miguel x reader

summary: miguel refuses to take a break, so you make him.

content warning: nothing

small note: (thank you for the request! i hope it lives up to what you imagined.)

“alright, big boy, time for a break.” you announced, your hands near your mouth as you called up to miguel from his platform. his little..lab? more like a fuckin’ cave if anyone asked you. miguel didn’t respond. of course he didn’t! why would he?

“miguel.” you repeated, a bit irked at being ignored. “what?” miguel answered, the sound of his chair rolling up there. most likely moving about to switch from screen to screen, “i told you it’s time for a break,” miguel scoffed at the idea, you could practically picture him rolling his eyes. the mere idea of a break was funny, it really was. “uh-huh..” he hummed, amusement clear in his voice—but he wasn’t actually taking you serious.

“miguel, i’m serious, it’s time for you to take a break.” you said, sighing as you began to look around..for something to throw up there. you weren’t a spider person, just miguel’s partner, the only reason you were even allowed here is because of miguel’s constant need to know you’re safe. call it attachment issues, or him being overprotective..he honestly didn’t care.

“no no, i hear you, sweetheart.” another response to pacify you, at this point you were getting fed up. “y’know what?” you called up, looking around his lab—your eyes landing on a vial. looks like that’s what your throwing. “what?” he responded, flicking another screen to the side before opening the next one. miguel could hear you pad around his lab..slash, ‘office’. but he paid no actual mind to it.

that was until the sound of glass shattering on his platform, turning around from his spot hunched over. there’s no way—..”you did not just throw something like a toddler.” miguel stated, “hey, whatever makes you actually pay attention when i’m talking to you.” standing up from his seat, walking over to where shards of glass were scattered about. “you threw glass up here. what if it hit me? or worse, destroyed something up here.” he stressed to you, motioning to the glass on his platform while looking directly down at you from the ledge of the platform.

scolding you like a disappointed father, pointing at you then back at the glass. “who do you think is gonna clean this up?” he asked, “you. or some other spider.” you reply in turn, which was rewarded with his facial muscles twitching, his eyes narrowed down at you before he looked away. shaking his head sighing dramatically. what a fuckin’ drama queen you couldn’t help note, “break time.” you repeated. swinging your arms back and forth, obviously not taking whatever..this was serious. “break? you— i’m not taking no break. that’s final. i have work—“

“you either take a break or there’s gonna be a lot more glass.” you replied, “hey bro, it’s no skin off my back if you lose a couple of these…vials..? yeah yeah, these things.” you said shaking it in your hand. by now miguel would’ve just webbed your mouth shut, threw a couple webs around ur body, throw you into a portal and disable your watch—if you weren’t his partner. “you’re not going to start throwing things like an overgrown toddler, beautiful.” miguel replied, hands on his hips as he stared down at you, unamused as ever. “you don’t know that.”

“i bet you think you’re real funny, don’t you—“

“actually i am.” you cut in, “i’m really funny, the group chat tells me that everyday. sooo…break? if you tell me no i’m going to keep harassing you, miguel.” you stated, rather monotone. you never liked causing actual issues but miguel was hard head, never actually taking care of himself by getting a good nights rest, or eating on time. but was constantly lecturing you about your eating habits and staying up too later. rules for thee but not for me.

miguel and you held eye contact for a long moment..

“feeling better?” you asked, twisting your body to look at miguel. “will you stop moving? and yes, i feel..better.” you two were currently in the tub together, you had just finished washing miguel’s hair, you would’ve done more but he kept pinching you each time you tried to scrub him down.

you wanted to take care of him, make him feel good; give him a place to be soft and vulnerable, but it was extremely hard to get this overgrown baby to let down those walls. “well—that’s a start! i told you that you would feel better after a bath,” you smiled, so sweet that it made his teeth ache. “stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?” you asked, batting your eyelashes all innocent. “like that,” he replied, one of his hands moving to rest on the tubs ledge. “man. you’re no fun, you know that? like i know you’re fuckin’ old but holy shit,” you joked, both your hands cupping his face as you moved slightly to stabilize yourself as you began peppering kisses all over your man’s face. for the most part his frown stayed there, a little pouty sure. “okay, i get it. you love me—“ eating the words out his mouth as you kissed him directly on his lips, soft and gentle. before pulling away with a loud ‘MWAH!’

somehow, that’s what got him. miguel looked confused before a smile broke out on his lips, leaning down to give you another kiss. just as soft and gentle as the one you gave him. his arms moving around your waist as he pulled you closer, “you’re so stupid,” he murmured as his lips parted from yours, miguel’s forehead pressed to yours. “yeah, but you smiled. you want me sooo bad—so so so, so bad!” you teased, a sharp grin on your face as you watched his smile turn into a frown. “aww c’mon! i know you want me, don’t tell me you’re getting all shyy—.“

“do you have a fucking off button?”

— authors note; i did not beta read this my bad. hope you enjoyed. spread the love everybody.

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ghostchems · 1 year

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kazoo comfort - papa emeritus iii x gn!reader

you take a break from your daily duties to clear your head when you run into a cozy-looking retired papa.

notes: 1.4K words. a little bit of hurt/comfort with a dash of angst. i wanted to see terzo in a comfy sweater and @tasty-ribz DELIVERED, which inspired this lil fic :) ao3 link.

If you had zero self control, you would flip your desk over and punt your computer out of the window. But, you did have self control, so you sat there at your desk seething. You steeple your fingers, tapping your fingertips together as you glare at your computer screen.

You had grown up in the ministry and always knew that you wanted to stay there. It was your home for as long as you remember; you felt accepted and safe there. Plus, the fact that you had an education in the macabre was difficult to translate into a resume that employers will actually respond to.

The ringing in your ears keeps growing as your frustration mounts. Being Director of Education for the ministry was an extremely rewarding job for you, but on days like today… you wish you had picked something a bit less complicated as a career. It was incredibly important work but the constant feeling of being pulled in a thousand different directions, putting out fires left and right, and trying to get all the curriculum updated in accordance to the new face of the church, was becoming overwhelming to say the very least.

You run your hand over your face as you sigh deeply. Nothing was working right now, least of all your brain. You push yourself from your desk and stand up, deciding to take a walk to clear your thoughts. Maybe you could make sense of what needed to be done after a small brain break.

The hallways are completely empty, with most siblings of sin in class. Your steps echo as you shuffle along, your mind turning and turning, thinking of what you should do when you get back to your office,

“Tesoro, I can feel your fury in the air.”

You freeze midstep, your eyes widening as you turn to where the voice came from. Papa Emeritus the Third was nestled in on the windowsill behind you, a book in his hand as he gazes at you curiously. He claps it shut, hopping down from the sill to approach you.

You haven’t seen much of him on the Abbey grounds since he was retired. When he was Papa, he was always working and checking in on every aspect of the clergy, including education. The two of you had established a rapport during that time and you ended up looking forward to his visits to your office.

He looks different, a bit more tired than you are used to seeing and much more casual. It looks like he is wearing a pair of black jeans? You stare at them for a moment, then your eyes travel up to take in his oversized gray sweater. When your gaze finally lands on his face, he is obviously amused.

“Has my outfit cured you of your frustrations?” He chuckles as he crosses his arms, leaning against the nearby wall.

“Ah, no. Sorry, Papa.” You manage a smile. “Just not used to seeing you so cozy. It’s been a while… how are you?”

“Not Papa anymore.” He mumbles, his eyes flicking down the hall for a second before returning to you. “I’m fine, I’m fine — but let’s talk about the issue at hand, eh? Who is giving you trouble, dolce? A student? A teacher? I can pay them a visit for you.”

You give him a pained smile, your lips twitching as you try to think of how to explain the issue to him. Your mouth opens, then you close it again, your brows furrowing. “It’s um… it’s more than just one issue. It’s a whole thing. I don’t really want to get into it.”

Terzo hums as he slinks in front of you, cocking his head to the side as his eyes search your face. He rests his hand on your shoulder and gives it a small squeeze. It’s even more difficult for you to formulate thoughts now that his full attention is on you but his touch feels so comforting, so soothing.

He still had that charm and confidence that had made him an effective Papa but there was an unshakable air of melancholy about him now. It was hard for you not to try and comfort him right now, with the way his eyes were piercing yours and how he looked so sullen.

“Ah, I understand, dolce. I think I do have a way to help you get your mind off of the… eh, issues, you are facing? If you’ll have me?” Terzo’s lips curled into a grin, his hand drifting from your shoulder to brush against your cheek. You feel yourself drifting closer to him. He still has the irresistible charm that made him an effective Papa. “Please.”

Your noses are nearly touching, his breath feeling hot on your face. Whatever thoughts of work have completely faded in the moment, replaced by him. It was beginning to feel like this wasn’t for you anymore – it was for him. The way he was looking at you with such need sent waves of warmth through your body, pooling in your stomach. Maybe you could help each other.

“Okay, P–Terzo.” You muster shakily.

“Ah, bene.” He removes his hand from your cheek only to then loop his arm in yours and starts pulling you down the hall in the direction you came.

“Wait, are we going back to my office?” You nearly trip over your feet trying to keep up with his pace.

“Si, si. We must have our privacy, tesoro.”

You shuffle along silently next to him until you finally reach your office. He quickly shuts the door behind the two of you, his hands immediately falling to your waist to guide you to one of the armchairs.

You sink into the chair as Terzo rests his hands on your shoulders, starting to rub them gently as he lowers his face so close to yours again.

“I have just the thing that will cheer you up.” He pats your cheek affectionately and steps back in front of you. Your fingers tap nervously against the chair arms as he seemingly gets into position.

He pulls his kazoo from his pocket in dramatic fashion, waving it in front of your face before sticking it into his mouth. You break out into a huge smile, your hands falling to your cheeks as you blush.

There had always been talk of Terzo and his kazoo abilities around the Abbey. It was something of a legend among the clergy members with those having helped with the Unholy Unplugged tour swearing it was a magical experience. The mythical kazoo disappeared once the normal tour started, never to return.

But now, here it was, right in front of you.

“Terzo, I am honored.” You giggle, thoughts of work having completely faded.

He waggles his brow and grins around the kazoo. Then, he dramatically lifts his arms up in the air, giving the kazoo a loud honk before launching into a spirited rendition of ABBA’s Mamma Mia, complete with the thrusting of his hips. By the time he ends the song with a flourishing buzz of the kazoo, he is in your lap with his arm slung around your shoulder, his sweater feeling so soft against the back of your neck.

“So? What do you think, tesoro?” Terzo asks, kazoo still in mouth. He plucks it out and looks at it for a moment, then places it gently in your hands.

“Oh, I loved it.” You smile at him and you can feel a blush creep up on your cheeks. “Definitely cheered me up a lot.” You turn the kazoo over in your hands, fingers drifting over the mouthpiece.

“It felt good to perform again.” His voice is low, eyes averting yours as he looks off into space for a moment. There it was again – that sadness that seems to have seeped into his bones. He has always seemed a bit self-deprecating, cracking jokes at his own expense, but this felt much deeper. There were rumors that he was truly a quiet, self-loathing man but this was the first time you were catching a glimpse of who he really was.

You place the kazoo gently in his lap and wrap your arms around his waist, tucking your head against his chest. He pulls you in close, resting his head atop yours. The two of you sit there like that for some time in silence, holding each other close, listening to the beating of each other’s hearts. You have never been this close to a Papa before, despite having been a member of the clergy since you were born, but it felt so comforting.

“You can always perform for me, Terzo.” You whisper against his chest, hands starting to gently rub his back. He sighs deeply against you, burying his in your hair.

“Thank you, tesoro.”

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totallysora · 2 months

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West Side Story (2021)

I HAVE SM TO SAY ABT THIS MOVIE IT’S UNREAL 😭 Ok so I finally decided to watch it for the first time in like,,early January and it has actually changed me 😭 IT WAS SO GOOD?? LIKE THE CASTING WAS JUST MWAH I LOVED IT SM 😕 Anyways here are some of the things (from what I can remember, I haven’t actually had time to rewatch it since 😔) that I loved about it!

MAJOR SPOILER WARNING!!

The jets were amazing, fight me

Ik that’s kinda controversial cuz they’re horrible people, and yes I absolutely get that, and do not support their actions at all (If ur a jets apologist pls leave 🥰) but GOD THE CASTING?? UGH IT WAS JUST SO PERFECT 😭 All of their songs were literally so good?? The Jet song is unfairly catchy, and Gee, Officer Krupke?? It was actually magical (THIS IS WHY WE CAST BWAY ACTORS IN MUSICAL MOVIES PEOPLE 😻‼️)

That scene with Anita?? It honestly made my blood boil, which is actually like,,the best thing ever?? Ik that sounds horrible but I mean it in a way that if a scene is meant to make you feel disgusted, or completely angry, and it succeeds?? That’s how u know it was good acting

On the topic of the Jets, MIKE FAIST?? UM HELLO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HE WAS PERFECT CASTING IT’S UNREAL

I struggle to differentiate between actors and characters, so the whole rumble scene was a lil bit of a mess for me at first cuz I adore Mike sm, however when I thought abt it more, and how Riff acted, I was able to think of him as Riff, not Mike, and realised holy shit yea he actually kinda deserved what happened to him yk

THE RUMBLE OML 😭 THE ACTING WAS JUST SO UGH I LOVED IT SM - Unliked in the 1961 version (which I haven’t actually watched but have seen clips of!) you could actually tell it was like,,serious yk?? And when Riff got stabbed?? Holy fuck the emotion in that scene was unreal

Also the way David and Ansel acted straight after it happened?? I kinda got a ‘I didn’t actually want to kill him’ kinda feel from Bernardo, and honestly I kinda felt for him man 😭

I love the way that this rlly showed why Tony was the leader of the Jets, the way he beats Bernardos ass?? You can see why he led such a strong gang

Completely unrelated but the fact that this whole thing was basically a newsies reunion 💀

like Mike, Kyle, Jess, BEN? GARRETT?? THE TWINS???

I will forever adore the casting tho like honestly it was so good

Also the Sharks were robbed of screen time Icl 😭 They deffo should’ve been on screen more man

RACHEL MF ZEGLER 😻‼️ The fact that this was her debut will literally never not shock me

Like this girl was 17 and could sing like that?? No wonder ppl love her sm like damn 😭

People can actually fight me on this but Ansel was such good casting for Tony

I’ve seen people bash him for it but he was literally so good?? Like sorry but I refuse to accept anyone else (obviously excluding bway lmao)

On the topic of Tony the ending actually made me cry?? Like I was fine untik they picked him up and started carrying him after he got shot 😭

Icl halfway through the movie I googled if anyone died so I was prepared for it to happen but doesn’t mesn I didn’t still cry 😕

ARIANA DEBOSE 😻‼️ HER ANITA WAS SO PERFECT OML 😭 LITERALLY NO ONE CAN BEAT HER SHE WAS SO GOOD ITS UNREAL

ALSO DAVID‼️ I FEEL LIKE PEOPLE DONT FOCUS ON HIM ENOUGH LIKE CMON HE WAS SO GOOD??

RITA MONERO 🥰 She was in the og movie and I am so glad they got her back cuz she was a m a z i n g

Also the fact that she sung her song live?? Cmon man she’s so good

Ok so Josh Rivera 😻 Although I didn’t rlly like Chino at first he definitely grew on me the more I thought about it - Ik killing Tony could be considered extreme, but realistically?? I totally get where he came from, it was an incredibly difficult situation, and I can understand why he did what he did

THE CHOREOGRAPHY ‼️‼️ LITERALLY WHO CHOREOGRAPHED THIS MOVIE IT WAS SO GOOD?? THE WHOLE THING WAS FILLED WITH AMAZING CHOREOGRAPHY AND IT WAS JUST SO 😫 If I could marry that choreography I would

Ok but the singing in general?? Like Ik they wouldn’t cast bad singers but be fr literally all of the songs slap

Ik I’ve said it before but I will say it as many times as I need to THIS IS WHY WE CAST BWAY (OR THEATRE) ACTORS IN MUSICAL MOVIES 👏👏

The soundtrack is actually so good tho like I pretty much wouldn’t skip any of it

Ok completely random but I couldn’t understand half of the movie 💀 cuz they spoke spanish and although I had subtitles on it just gave me the spanish in spanish subtitles, so half of the time I was guessing or just hoping I’ll get what’s going on 😭

If u couldn’t tell I cannot speak spanish (and tbh I’m not doing that well in it at school so 😔)

There is so so so much more I can say about this movie, and once I’ve posted this I will definitely plan a part 2 specifically focusing on the songs, and a part 3 on characters (possibly in the opposite order tho) because this movie was a m a z i n g and I could actually talk about it for h o u r s

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izunias-meme-hole · 3 months

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Since you’ve been doing a fair amount of Batman posting, mind if you list your favorite members of the Gotham Rouges?

Okay. I’ll list about 10 of my faves, though we’ll be counting backwards here.

Also I'll be listing the variations of my faves whom I like the most to make things clearer.

Number 10. Poison Ivy (B:TAS) - If we're talking about character alone, this is the blueprint for literally every present day version of Poison Ivy, however this specific incarnation of the character has aged pretty well. She's every bit the dangerous eco-warrior that she makes herself out to be and will gladly turn someone into a tree for bulldozing a forest, but there is still a level of humanity to her character much like half the villains in the show.

Number 9. Mr. Freeze (B:TAS & Batman Beyond) - I feel like this is a "to the surprise of absolutely nobody" moment, but come on! Mr. Freeze here not only was made into a more tragic character compared to his early comic counterpart, but he actually had a whole arc across the entirety of B:TAS which ended at Batman Beyond. Victor Fries was a scientist trying to save his wife, Nora, from a rare disease, so he put her into a cryopod to preserve her until he found a cure. Then he and Nora were almost killed, but Nora was still kept on ice, while Victor got turned into a literal cold hearted monster. Even after Nora was finally cured, Victor was forever unable to be with her due to his own condition worsening to the point where he was just a head in a jar, angry with the world. A couple of decades later, and he is given a new body by the Wayne Powers CEO, Derek Powers, and while things were finally going well at first and Victor was reforming as soon as he had the chance, things went horribly wrong again, resulting in Victor dying as Mr. Freeze. I may have missed some details here, but yeah that's a summary of this sad ice man.

Number 8. Dr. Crane/Scarecrow (Nolan Trilogy) - Crane wasn't a big villain in the grand scheme of the trilogy, but my god Cillian Murphy does a great job with the character. Like I wish that his supervillain outfit wasn't just a bag over his face, but Scarecrow manages to be quite the dangerous loon with a mask of sanity in Batman Begins, an active member of the underworld in The Dark Knight, and the guy actively sending folks to their deaths in The Dark Knight Rises. Could we have had more of him? Yes. Did he use up his screen time well? Absolutely. Though his fear toxin could've been infinitely wilder.

Number 7. The Phantasm (B:TAS but movie) - The Phantasm is the literal best darker counterpart to Batman a lot of levels.

Number 6. Harley Quinn (B:TAS yet again) - The minor side villainess turned breakout character of the show. If anyone has seen B:TAS and then seen the rest of the media she's in, then you know why this is the best version of her. A good amount of things about the character being based around her actress (R.I.P Arleen Sorkin), her interactions with half the cast, Peak HarIvy content, the best representation of how bad her situation with her abusive ex was, and the perfect mixture between being a not-so-great-person and a precious lil' thing who deserves better.

Number 5. Harvey Dent, Two-Face, & The Judge (B:TAS) - The first well developed Two-Face, and the definitive. I mean he was never a bad villain, but the character was never utilized to the fullest like he was in B:TAS. Harvey Dent was a good guy with an other half that was the literal manifestation of his bottled up anger, an anger that turned into something else entirely after the left side of his face got blown off. Now Harvey and his other half start their own crusade to eradicate organized crime by taking it over from within. In other words, Two-Face here wanted to originally wanted to achieve something good through something bad, and yes a lot of it is due to a fair coin flip. However Harvey began to disagree with some of the shit his other half was getting up to, and as a result developed a third personality that was so separate from both himself and Two-Face that it tried killing both of them and, by extension, himself. This third entity would end up being The Judge, a ruthless, wraith-like vigilante with a judge's attire. So after being detained in Arkham for good, all three Harvey's are literally stuck with each other, and in a spin-off comic set directly after that whole situation with The Judge, Two-Face was given another double headed coin that would constantly come up on the "good side," and spent a lot of time dismantling his criminal enterprise, before doing (another) suicide attempt. This take on Two-Face was something else.

Number 4. Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) - If I were to list everything that this smug snake has done, along with some of the shit that happened to him, we'd be here all day. However, this is the most well characterized iteration of The Penguin that we've ever had, in my humble opinion.

Number 3. Catwoman (Batman Returns) - I'm dying on this hill gentlemen. Despite not being... anything like her comic counterpart, outside of name, confidence, etc, Michelle Pfeiffer's Selina is something great in her own right.

Number 2. The Riddler (The Batman 2022) - Turning the Riddler into a a catholic, terrorist, cult leader that looked up to a young and angry Year-Two Batman, while also keeping the core elements of his character the same is something I'll never stop praising. He's still intelligent, he's still creative, he's still on the verge of breakdowns when his ego is badly damaged, etc.

Number 1. The Joker (B:TAS & Batman Beyond) - This is a "to the surprise to absolutely nobody" moment, though in this case I cannot be blamed. B:TAS understood the assignment and provided the definitive iteration of The Joker, completely inspired by his early comic appearances and some elements from Jack Nicholson's take on the character. An ex-mafiosi turned Clown Prince of Crime that lives to only spread misery across Gotham in the most creative way possible with a smile on his face. That was the idea that Paul Dini and Bruce Timm ran with when conceptualizing this bastard, and they just explored the concept for all its worth. Not only that, but this was the first time that Mark Hamill ever voiced this bastard, and it was just perfect casting. Overall, nostalgia got me to re-examine this take on the character, and I can easily say that without a doubt, this is the best Joker.

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jcbbby · 2 years

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may i request one where reader is feeling really insecure due to jamie’s friendship with his ex and she starts to distance herself and starts to go out every night until jamie finally notices that she’s strange and cold with him

hi friend! thank you for the prompt! I made up an ex for him. I kind of felt bad dragging any of his actual exes, you know? I wanted to try to make this purely fictional! I also added a cute lil surprise bit at the end for y'all. :) tbh I feel like me this one is weaker then the other few I’ve done, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3

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How Can I Compare?

Synopsis: You are feeling insecure lately about the attention Jamie is getting for still being friends with an ex of his. You don't want to feel this way, but you can't help it. You try to cope by pushing him away. But he knows you too well, and he wants to assure you of his love in a big way.

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You sat in bed, scrolling Instagram, your usual ritual before turning over and going to sleep. At least, when Jamie wasn't home with you to cuddle up with. He was out tonight at an event for his latest film. You were so proud of him, his career really soared after Stranger Things, and you were just so happy to be with him, along for the ride.

You scrolled past a post from him, posted just 20 minutes ago. You smiled as you swiped through the few photos from the night. Jamie beaming, along side his co-stars and the crew. You snorted at a particularly silly one of him and a couple members of the cast.

"Great night, great company. x" he had captioned the post.

Your smile sunk into a slight frown when you swiped to the last picture. It was an image of him with his arm around a tall, dark haired woman. Amber, his ex girlfriend. She was a make up artist he had met some years ago, and while they dated for about a year before breaking it off, they maintained a good friendship after the fact. Especially considering she had worked on a few projects he was in following their split, including this one. You tried to not let their friendship bother you, but you couldn't help it. There was no denying how beautiful she was, and the times you had met her, she was honestly lovely. You wondered why they had parted ways in the first place, and you couldn't stop it from eating at you. You trusted Jamie, of course...at least, you told yourself you did. But you mainly just doubted yourself.

You doubled tapped the picture, the heart icon turning red, before clicking below to type a comment. This brought up the comments made by his followers, many mentioning how cute it was that they were photographed together, or how beautiful she was, or speculating if they were back together. You stared for a moment at the screen, your heartbeat increasing and your leg starting to shake anxiously. You exhaled sharply and began typing.

"So proud of you baby, you deserve it all and more. <3"

You posted your comment and clicked your phone's side button to put it to sleep, and gently placed it on your night stand before reaching to turn out the light. You sat staring ahead in the darkness for a moment and took a deep breath, trying to not let your mind run over with intrusive thoughts about what Jamie might be doing without you. You released the breath with a sigh, turning over to try to sleep.

-2 hours later-

You were gently awaked from your sleep by the feeling of someone getting into the bed next to you. Their warm body shuffled up close against your back, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder as a hand reached around you.

"Hi there, darling." Jamie's smooth voice whispered in your ear.

You groaned softly as you adjusted yourself to crane your neck toward him. "Hi baby." you said, you whispered groggily, eyes not fully opening.

Jamie lifted himself up on to his elbow and leaned closer to kiss you again, this time placing his soft lips against yours. The hand he had draped around you now started to move to the hem of your shirt, gently pulling it upward as he slipped the hand under the fabric. You felt him getting excited against your thigh. Normally you would be equally as excited, but you couldn't help but think of him spending his night with Amber. If people thought they made a better couple. If anyone even asked about you.

"Babe, I'm really tired...I kind of just want to go back to sleep." You said flatly, pulling his face away with your hand, holding his cheek.

Jamie sighed and slid his hand out of your shirt. "That's okay, love. I'll let you sleep. Sweet dreams." He kissed your forehead before turning away from you and heading off to the bathroom to get ready for bed himself.

Keeping your back to him while laying on your side, you felt a pit in your stomach, and your eyes welling up. You didn't even know exactly why, just that you were thinking of Jamie and Amber and the worst implications your mind could wander to.

-2 days later-

Jamie was finishing up an interview over zoom, as you sat reading a book on the sofa, off to the side. It was a pretty standard interview, regarding his latest film. But then the interviewer, likely having been instructed to get juicy questions answered, began prying about him working with Amber. You glanced over the top of your book, trying not to let Jamie feel your eyes on him.

"You know, Amber and I remain good friends. She's great and we've always gotten along, but we just weren't meant to be together like that. And life goes on, you know, it's all good." He shrugged his arms upward.

You shifted your weight on the sofa, as Jamie finished up with the interviewer on screen. Folding your book and placing it on the cushion beside you, you stood up and walked out. You walked into your bedroom, opening your closet and scanning the hangers. You heard Jamie's footsteps come up behind you.

"You alright?" He leaned against the door frame.

"Fine, why?" You asked, not turning to look at him, as you pulled clothing pieces halfway out to examine, before letting them fall back to their hanging position.

"Well it's just, you seem a little...far away lately." His eyes tilted downward.

You pulled a little black dress off the hanger and turned to walk past him. "I don't know, Jamie. I mean, I'm fine." You walked in front of the mirror, beginning to change into the dress you picked.

"You have plans again tonight?" He asked, his eyes looking you up and down.

"Yeah, going to that new club that just opened with Melissa." You shimmied the tight black dress over your body, smoothing it over your hips.

"Babe, you've gone out the last few nights. Last night you came home absolutely sloshed, I had to carry you up to bed." He moved from the door frame over to the bed behind you, taking a seat. "We both know you're not really a party girl. What's going on?"

"Jamie," you said sharply, turning to face him. "I'm fine." You turned back, walking into the bathroom to finish your makeup.

"I wish you'd talk to me, darling. You know you can talk to me." He said, getting up to follow you.

Walking into the bathroom, he found you leaning against the counter, your arms outstretched to hold yourself up, quietly crying. He came over to you, gently putting his arms around you, guiding you over to sit on the toilet. He kneeled down in front of you, taking your hands in his. You kept your head down.

Jamie caressed your hand with his thumb. "Y/N...what is it? Please, tell me."

You looked up to the ceiling and sniffled. "Is she better than me, did she make you happier?"

Jamie cocked an eyebrow. "I...I don't understand. Who, darling?"

You wiped your cheeks one after the other. "Amber." You let out a whimper. "Just, she seems to be the only person everyone wants to see you with. I'm just...I guess I'm afraid that I can't live up to her." You whimpered again, exhaling a shaky breath. "God, it sounds so stupid saying it out loud, I know...But I can't help but think..."

Jamie tightened his grip on your hands. "Y/N, are you serious? That's what has you upset?" He chuckled. "Babe, fuck. You make me so happy. You make me a better person, and make me want to still be even better. You are...my soulmate, darling." He took a beat. "You know what, you finish getting yourself ready. Let me take you out tonight. Come meet me in the garden in 10 minutes." He smiled, and reached a hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek.

You furrowed your brow in confusion, but you nodded. He stood up and placed a firm kiss on to your forehead before turning and walking out of the bathroom. You took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to the sink. You turned the faucet and splashed some cold water in your face, attempting to cool the inflamed skin that had taken up residence across your cheeks. You weren't sure what Jamie was doing, but he did make you feel a little better at least. You obliged his request, doing your makeup and finalizing your appearance before heading downstairs to meet him.

Rounding the corner, making your way toward the glass doors that lead to the house's back garden, you saw Jamie standing there outside. As you got closer to the threshold, you heard "La Vie En Rose" by Edith Piaf playing over a speaker. Jamie smiled as you stepped outside, and he beckoned you over with his arm. You continued over to him, as he reached to take both your hands in his own. He brought your hands up to place them on his shoulders, before he then lowered his, placing them on either side of your waist. He began to move the two of your side to side, dancing to the song. You smiled and instinctively leaned your head on his chest as you swayed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I love you, Y/N. I never want you to doubt that." He said sweetly, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you too." You replied.

Suddenly, he pulled the two of you apart. You held his gaze for a moment, your head tilting to one side in question. He then took a narrow step backing, lowering himself on to one knee, reaching into his pocket. Your heart rate jumped rapidly as you felt your body tense. Jamie quickly looked toward his pocket, pulling out a small ring box. His eyes came back up to yours, holding out the box in front of him as he opened it to reveal a diamond ring.

"I mean it, Y/N. I never want you to doubt how much I love you. And I want to love you, and only you, forever. Will you marry me?" He said, his eyes glassy with emotion.

Your mouth hung open as your hands flew to your face. After a few seconds of initial shock, you laughed to yourself as you wiped tears away. Your smile was so wide it was hurting your cheeks. You looked down at Jamie, his smile growing as well.

"How long have you had that?" You chuckled.

"About two months." He smirked.

"Oh my god..." Your threw your arms up in awe and shuffled your feet.

"You have yet to answer me, darling." Jamie laughed. "Don't leave me down here."

You looked him in the eye, leaning over to take his face in your hands, as you pulled him up and softly against your lips. You released your lips, and then brought your forehead against his, letting out a gentle sigh with a smile.

"Yes."

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