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itskeej · 1 year
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amagoner · 1 year
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Valentine’s day with Smoke
A short domestic blurb about Smoke, because I love him. -------------
The hallway leading into your shared apartment is dark, the door to the living room closed.
“James,” you call out, confused by the seeming emptiness of you home. He had told you he was free today and his adopted daughter was away for a week on a school trip. “I’m home.”
Walking into the living room you’re greeted by a scene you only ever saw in rom com movies.
The light were dimmed, the RGM smart light behind the TV set to an orange red tone to bring a warmth to the room.
The dinner table was set with just about every plate, wine glass and piece of cutlery you owned between the two of you. An enormous bouquet of flowers the centrepiece of the table. Roses and carnations in deep red shades accompanied with peonies and little sprigs of greenery. High white candles lighting the room is a warm yellow glow.
Smoke stands in the kitchen, just closing the oven again. A large glass oven dish on the stove, the content red and white layered. “is that…lasagna?” He looks back at the oven dish, then back at you and smiles. “yes, I made it from scratch. I also made crème brûlée for dessert.”
“Flowers and a candlelit dinner?! Have I swallowed a romance novel? Did you?” “Oh come on now,” James shrugs his shoulder is defeat, sauntering over to where you stand. “You make it sound like I don’t have romantic bone in my body.” He extends his arms you, an invitation for an embrace.
You smile brightly up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his own hands resting on your hips holding you close to his body. “You didn’t have to do this.” James leans down, kissing you softly, lingering near you. “Yeah, but I wanted to.” “What did I even do to deserve this?” You ask him, he smiles again. “Nothing special, but you’ve been really understanding about my work and my adopted daughter. Who threatened me by the way, that if I wasn’t going to ask you to marry me she would never talk to me again.”
Laughing you bury you face in his chest. “She did not.” He arms wrap around you, hugging you into him. “She did,” he puts his chin on you head. “and when I told her I don’t even have a ring she told me that is a bad excuse.”
Twisting you neck to rest your chin against his chest, reaching up to kiss him again. Eyes still closed you murmur. “You know I don’t need a ring.” “I know.” He hums against you, his lips ghosting over your own while he speaks. “I don’t need one either. All I need is you.” Unraveling himself from you he steps back, keeping you hands in his as he sits down on the chair behind him. “I know life with me can be very hectic, I live on spontaneous decisions and working for Rainbow…” he waves his one hand then grabs you other hand with is. “it’s dangerous and you’re putting up with me like champ.”
He pulls you in so you’re standing between his legs, you hands resting on his shoulders his own hands reaching around to rest on the back of you thighs.
“James, I love you. And my answer is always yes.” Looking up at you there is worry in his eyes. “Even if I don’t have a ring right now…” Whatever he was planning on saying next was lost between your lips. A sign escapes him and he rests his head against you shoulder.
“James? Let’s eat, your cooking actually smells really nice and I’m a little hungry.” Almost on cue you stomach grumbles.
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hmsquared · 1 year
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I have determined something about myself.
If a game has a snarky SAS character in it, I am going to love the hell out of them.
Exhibits A, B, and C
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titanorosa · 11 months
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Info for my next charity stream for PIGA-CDG!
I will be playing Siege for *24 hours straight*, plus celebrating Smoke and Kapkan's birthdays!
Tune in at http://twitch.tv/sarahmurphy
Learn more at https://piga-cdg.org
PIGA-CDG is a very rare X-linked disorder of glycosylation that so far has only been identified in about 100 children. Since it is such a rare disease, it is hard for to raise awareness and the support necessary to find a cure.
Most children who have this pass away before age 4.
This system affects every system in the body, the most common issues are delayed motor development, respiratory difficulties, and seizures.
My cousin is one of the children who has this disorder.
There is hope! A lot of amazing work has been done looking into drug repurposing and gene therapy to get treatments or a cure, but we can't do it alone.
We need funds to support this research. With your help, we could cure PIGA-CDG.
There will be donation rewards during the event as well. There will be challenges, and you can torment me as I get repeatedly flashbanged and shot at for 24 hours.
I can't promise I'll play with skill, but I will play with heart.
If you want to check out the donation pages, here they are:
More information: https://piga-cdg.org
Drug repurposing fund: https://secure.givelively.org/donate/cdg-care/drug-repurposing-project-for-piga-cdg
Gene therapy fund: https://secure.givelively.org/donate/cdg-car
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anonymouslyuwus · 1 year
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Pride flags funsies! (no particular order, they’re in the order I made them. Last one would be the most recent). Click read more for the full list!
Credit is very much appreciated but not obligatory! :)
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Bisexual
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Pansexual
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Gay man
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Asexual
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Aromantic
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Aroace
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Demisexual
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Transexual
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l3r40l · 2 months
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It often seems to me that sometimes Osa passing by looks like a window changer, who arrived at the place ahead of time
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notnoyoroh · 5 months
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audio-> Hoot's "smoke accepts the facts" https://youtu.be/ggxfcBcMjd8?si=U3tSwYbcVjtjmhzm
I actually don't know much about many of the r6s characters but, I came across Hoot's video and found it funny enough to toss together a jank animatic.
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isopodsinmymailbox · 13 days
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siege art dump😆🏳️‍🌈
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itsohh · 6 months
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Part of the Club
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A/N: Female reader, heres to the first day of kinktober! I'll be working throughout the entire month so lets see how this goes :3
Day 1: Pegging
Word count: 1101
Warnings: smut
AO3 Kinktober Masterlist
His back pressed against your chest. You had one hand steady on his hip as your face leaned into his shoulder. "You know darling, it's not too late to back out. It never is." There was an air of playfulness to your voice with just a hint of seriousness that joined alongside it. James knew that you would stop any time he asked. 
"Ah, this isn't my first time at this club babe. You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that to scare me off." His head turned to face you and you could see that fire in his eyes. 
"Oh I can tell, you prepare yourself well, Porter." Your voice was practically a purr as your hand brushed against the side of his bare hip. Your eyes went to the silicone lube that you had used only moments earlier. The nip of a kiss he grazed against your jaw brought your attention back to him and you raised a brow. 
"You know…" The side of your hand dragged across his skin and your three dry fingers found the center of his back. You suddenly pushed him forward onto the bed so his ass was perfectly bent over. 
"I reckon I could slip these fingers right in." 
The coolness of the lubrication on your fingers had him jolt slightly when they touched his hole. "You alright there Porter?"
"Fuckin' cold." 
"Don't worry, you'll warm them up." True to your word, when you pushed the two fingers in they slid in with ease. Already relaxed around you he let out a strangled moan. James's head fell forward and he went from being proper up on his hand to his forearms. 
He squeezed around you slightly but was still rather relaxed. Slowly, you started to scissor him apart and hummed simultaneously. "Tell me how you're doing." There was an edge to your voice, one that let him know you were serious but not so much as to break the mood. 
"F-fuck that feels good. If you curl your fingers a little to the-" Before he could finish his sentence you stopped scissoring and curled your fingers. James let out a loud curse. He panted out and pushed himself against your hand. 
"You think you can handle more?" 
"You gotta give me more credit, Love, you know I can."
You rolled your eyes with a smile and retreated your fingers from inside him. He would let out a little whine from the absence and you scoffed out. "Have to take out my fingers to put this inside of you." You rest the tip of the strap on against his ass. "Can't want more and then complain when I have to remove it to give it to you." 
"Come on and shove it in already." 
"You are the absolute worst." You gave him a slight smack on the back of his thigh for his impatience. It was hard enough to hurt and it just had him let out a little laugh. 
"You really gonna make me beg for it? Or is this revenge for when I make you wait for it? Thought you were better than-" 
You cut off his words with a quick sheath of the cock into him. He gasped out and his fingers curled into the bedsheets. You adjusted yourself better with the strap-on and leaned over his back. With your lips next his ear, he could certainly hear the smugness in your voice as you spoke. 
"How's that ‘Beauty’?"
"Gonna get you back just you wait." He puffed out, you grinned into him and pressed a kiss just below his ear. Your hip retreated back before you snapping back into him. 
"Fuckin' hell. Just like that." 
You rose from against his back and put both hands on the side of his hips so that you had a good stable grip on him. For once James didn't utter a word when you started your relentless pace of fucking into him. He did make sounds though, loud needy groans that certainly weren't of any real language. 
You placed a hand on his back and he completely faltered like water. His forearms buckled down and his face found comfort directly into the side of the bed. His sounds now muffled he met you halfway each time you thrust in and out. 
Completely without restraint, you don't think you had ever seen him like this. So cock drunk. Normally so smug and cheeky, it was a delight to see him like this. Or at least hear him. Mentally you made a note that next time you would have to get a mirror just so you could see that look on his face. Or perhaps have him on his back. Then you could also bully his weeping dick.
At the thought of it, you slowed ever so slightly and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. A loud muffled sound came from him and he turned his head to the side. "God you're such a cunt." He managed to get out and you couldn't help but laugh at his moaning insult. 
"Don't like me touching you?" 
"Fuckin' wanking me while you ah- fuck don't fuckin' stop." His cock throbbed in your hand and you could feel the force he pushed back into you but also forward into your hand. 
His voice heightened for a second and you heard the way his breath hitched. "Please." It was quiet, uncharacteristically quiet and needy. Intimate in a way you hadn't expected from the night. 
You grip the tip of his cock hard and lean back over so your bare chest pressed against his bare back once more. "Cum for me James. Cum for me." He let out a whimper and moved back and forth a few more times before his seed came shooting out. 
It coated your hand as he fucked into it. Your hand was completely painted, you couldn't keep it all and it started to dribble down your wrist. Slowly you pulled out of him and his hole gaped for a second from the absence. Small pants continued to echo the room and his ass stayed up in the air. With your clean hand, you gave it a slight nudge and he fell onto his side. 
"Fuuuuuck." He drew the word out and buried his face into a pillow he had grabbed. You went for a nearby towel and he eventually peeked his blissful face at you. 
"You know, you know a lot about how to do this." He spoke with a smile, a genuine one. 
"I'm not new to this club either."
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ojiisan01 · 11 months
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Thank you for buying me a coffee 💖💖💖
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rekas-writes · 1 year
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Kinktober Day 1: Claiming
Pair: James “Smoke” Porter/GN! Reader Source: Rainbow Six Siege
Type: One-shot -  1485 words Genre: Non-graphic Smut/18+ Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)
Summary: Separated from your team during training, you find yourself cornered by the ruthless Smoke. Only, he seems very intrigued by your precarious position stuck between him and a brick wall (Set before his move to Nighthaven!)
TW: Steamy but no actual sex, just a lot of grinding, making out and biting. There’s a few swear words and he lovingly calls you a whore. As always, this is 18+ only!
A/N: I feel like I’ve been neglecting the other categories of my blog so I’ll be doing my best to touch every base haha. I made Smoke kinda mean + I kinda ran rogue with this and forgot the word counter- Enjoy!
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Nothing could’ve prepared you for your impending fate when simulated rubble blocked your path. Your breath hitches as you call to your team, reassuring them that you’d make your way back to them somehow. Ash nods an affirmative but there’s a concerned look that crosses your close friend’s face… But there’s not much you can do with the amount of bits and pieces in the way.
Quick and eager to regroup due to your nervousness on your own, you cautiously clear your way through some rooms, prepared to fight at any moment. You end up in a rather quiet area, far from the objective as you try and make your way back to your squad. There’s a certain looseness, feeling confident that most of them were at the firefight; covered in powder and aching from plastic blanks. 
Though, it would seem you were rather too loose and didn’t look too closely at one corner as you felt the harness of your uniform get grabbed harshly- knocking you off kilter. The surprise left you open and easy to defend against, and much harder for you to fight back. You stumble and flail, cursing your lack of flashbangs while trying to shove your gun behind you to hit your attacker better than shooting blindly and possibly hitting yourself with the spray. There’s a pained grunt signifying success before you yelp, hand flexing at the twist of your wrist before you hear your weapon clatter uselessly to the ground. You’re spun- back shoved against the unyielding wall and your hands pinned in an iron grip above your reeling head. Determined, you struggle again but nothing gives in enough for you to break free, especially with your entire lower body trapped, making you sigh, ready to announce an embarrassing surrender before you hear a familiar chuckle,
“Nice try, love,” you can hear the smile in a certain chemist’s rough voice as he leans in close, his free hand unmasking himself to help calm you down from your adrenaline- showing himself as a vulnerable friendly rather than a pretend-enemy,  “Pay more attention next time. Don’t let your guard down; no matter how quiet it is there could always be someone lurkin',” Smoke chides sternly, “Your real enemy ain't gonna hold you close like this either, and they certainly won’t be as drop-dead handsome,” he breaks into a grin, already dismissing the scolding tone in his naturally husky voice and you roll your eyes, almost so hard they strain. 
Though, you are grateful for him taking it slightly easy on you, he could’ve just shot and tagged you out of the round. Plus, it was a good lesson better served here than in real battle. You were so close to being a proper operator, this simulated training match with and against proper, experienced operators being used to provide more realistic combat/ on the field experience as well as acting as a final test of sorts for each recruit on the cusp of being an official Rainbow Six Operator. It was a high honour you wanted more than anything with how much you dedicated to this path.
A large part of you felt so disappointed at being caught out so soon however, even if it was by your boyfriend, but it was soon replaced by a surprised gasp and hiss. He’d bitten your damn neck! James gives you a cheeky smile with a not so innocent tilt of his head, “Sorry,” he really wasn’t sorry. His hands wrapped around your wrists loosen, a quiet way to let you go if you wanted. You stay put, coy as you rub a thigh between his legs- pleased at the noise you pulled from his lips. There’s a glint in the SAS officer's eyes as he holds you firmly, biting again with a slight bit more force in rebuttal, making you whine and squirm in his grasp, “You just look so good in your new uniform, sweetheart,” he purrs lowly, the deep, more seductive tone replacing his playful one making you squirm a little more at the warmth that simmered beneath your skin. 
You’d received your very own specialised uniform a few days before the skirmish, and you’d be a fool if you didn’t notice the way Smoke stared at the way you filled out the new gear. It was rather tight in certain areas, leaving little to the imagination, and he’d taken great notice given the way he squeezed your thigh with his free hand- appreciating the raw strength and muscle you’d built over your training, “And with the way you’re pinned and moaning so nicely for me… I don’t think I can resist claiming you,” he almost growls, and you have to stop yourself from so eagerly nodding your head,
“You want that, huh? Make you mine right here, right now? Want the others to hear you be a whore for me during training?” and you’re pleading with the way you grind so adorably against the thigh he so kindly shoved between your legs. His ego is instantly inflated at how needy you were for him already, biting his bottom lip as the edges of his lips turn up into a cruel smirk, “Or do you want me to leave you here? You look desperate enough to let anyone try to satisfy you,” he laughs under his breath at how quickly you shake your head, making barely quiet, little noises of protest- your mind still well aware of the danger of someone walking in, “Ah, ah, use your words, sweetheart,” he tutts with feign-disappointment,
“N-No! Mmn, ah, no, o-only you, p-please... Oh...! Only you c-can,” you cry and plead, rewarded generously with a hard yet sweet kiss and more appreciative squeezes and grabs to your form as you rock back and forth on his thigh. Smoke's hand strokes your inner thigh, so close yet so far from where you wanted him, your needy hips grinding the best you can against the sweet relief he offered so graciously. You don’t have it in you to argue with where his hand is, not when he had taken control of your mouth already- tongue curling expertly against yours. He tilts his head, letting every whine and moan fall into his own experienced lips. When he finally parts, there’s a string still connecting you and your eyes are half-lidded and hazy with desire. You crave more, need more with all your heart and soul. It isn’t enough, but you know you shouldn’t keep going if you want to keep your dignity.
Smoke bites a little harder when his lips trail from your own pair back to your already reddened neck, licking soothingly over the abused flesh. He kisses trail after trail to different spots, sucking and biting at each new patch of heated skin. You swear you almost hear a "mine" muttered under his breath at every angry, red mark. Each feeling of his teeth against your very pulse, of his warm tongue laving against every loving, deliciously sore bruise, of his soft lips against every inch of his canvas made you keen and arch into his embrace- dizzy with growing thirst and need. His insistent, thorough ritual of making sure every visible piece of you was noticeably his made your legs jelly and the throbbing between your legs intense. Yet relief was seldom as you could only sob at the lack of direct friction and touch. 
Your mind was fuzzy; positively lost in your own yearning and his grip as the chemist’s hands travelled and grasped every sensitive, erogenous zone of your body- harsh enough to surely form bruises beneath your uniform. Your wrists kept themselves against the wall, unwilling to move and displease your boyfriend as he rewarded you with such pleasurable pain. James pulls back, a proud smile on his lips as he admires his handiwork: Your heaving chest as you panted through swollen lips. Your exposed neck littered with his hickeys with tired, red wrists hanging uselessly above you. Your unfocused, lust-clouded eyes and make-out-ruffled uniform ties the whole masterpiece together for him. His wonderful masterpiece. 
You blink, disorientated and breath very much stolen as he simply straightens himself out- a simple brush of his hand fixing up his assault vest that was only slightly askew. The innocent, confused frown on your face at his departure makes him chuckle, smirking, 
“I do believe we have a straggler left untagged in this round,” he reminds you of your current training with a wink, granting you a second chance at the fight, before leaning in once more and whispering into your ear, “If I were them, I wouldn’t let myself get caught,” Smoke flashes you a wolfish smile when he faces you fully once more, before clasping his mask back over his flushed face. It almost feels like he’s warning you about himself, more so than his teammates. You attempt to lean up slowly from the wall as you try and recollect your bearings, until you start hearing rogue footsteps nearing you rather quickly. Shit. 
You take off with a wobbly sprint, shaky legs and clumsy feet trying to find purchase on the cement as you scramble off. James has to stop himself from laughing at the very awkward dash as he grabs and adjusts his weapon to make it look less like he just let you go. His other hand rests on an obstacle in front of him as he looks in the direction you’d fled, panting softly to feign catching his breath. Thank the gods for his baggy uniform pants, he was unbelievably hard after that.
It didn’t matter. He was going to catch you tonight, no matter where you ran. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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clarke-mason · 1 year
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Rainbow Six Siege - Sisters in Arms
Welcome to the family, love
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amagoner · 1 year
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i need someone to draw Smoke and Soap telling each other how they faked their papers to get into the military
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itskeej · 1 year
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every so often i render and every so often i get made fun of for my render-person-choice LISTEN YOU KNOW WHO YOU PEOPLE ARE DONT SAY ANYTHING AT ME- /lh
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titanorosa · 1 year
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do not speak to me or I am going to give you a minimum 5-paragraph essay on why Smoke would be a good fit for Wolfguard
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astheraa · 1 year
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Wanna date? Smoke x Reader
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,,Yo Y/N wanna date?“ , James asked you while literally shooting white masks into their heads. ,,We‘re literally in the middle of something and you have nothing better to ask than that“, you shouted at him across the room, sitting on the floor reloading your weapon.
,, I‘m bored, sorry“ ,,You‘re bored, how is that possible?“ , you look at him confused. He comes over to you after checking if everything’s clear, sitting ride beside you. ,, You know this is getting boring, always fighting against those guys and they aren‘t getting better, I‘m embarrassed for them. They even lose against Mozzie and he‘s only like 1,60 tall ?“, he‘s reloading his gun and takes care of his sore.
,, I don’t know, but isn’t this like kind of our job?“ ,,Your job should be my Girlfriend sweetie“, he says while taking his mask of and looking at you.
Well he‘s handsome, fuck. ,, You know, that I don‘t really got time for all of this relationship stuff.“ , you said while looking over your cover. Seems like no ones left, so you cannot escape this situation. You get back into your position starring of into the distance thinking about James
You have a tiny crush on him but it‘s nothing serious, it‘s like those Highschool Hallway crushes, tiny but never with the intention of getting serious. ,, Thinking of me?“ , he said now with his head on your lap grinning at you slightly. ,, Actually yeah, but just how this position is really unfortunate if someone is coming around that corner any second“
He pouts and gets up. ,, Wow and I thought you thought about how hot I am.“, He says while going thru his hair. ,, Come one, let‘s get out of here. I‘ll call Harry“, he says slightly moody. ,,Is he really being pissy now ?‘‘, you thought to yourself, but didn’t want to ask him now. He‘s going in front of you not saying a word, normally he would talk your ear off after a mission.
Back at the Headquarters your paths splitted, you got into your room and he got into his. You didn’t see him the rest of the day and even mark shrugged his shoulders as you asked him. Not even Mark knew what was wrong with James. And that should be concerning alone.
So In the Evening you went to his room just to check up on him, you even brought him some leftovers form eating earlier, just to be sure he eats something. You knock and seconds later he opens the door, looking moody like in the morning. ,, What‘s up?“, he asks.
,, what’s wrong with you?“, you ask him straight. ,, A lot thanks for asking“, he wanted to close the door but you put your foot between the door.
,, What’s wrong James?“, you ask him almost whispering. ,, You know, I think I like you and you don‘ even think I‘m hot, but you’re hot and if you don‘t think I‘m hot I don’t know, I don‘t feel so hot anymore“, he said thru the half closed door. You just couldn’t contain yourself anymore and just burst out laughing. He just stands there confused.
,,You‘re cute for saying that“, you say inbetween laughs. ,, You think that?“, he says while opening the door fully again. ,, Yeah I do, you know I just had a tiny crush on you but now standing in front of you, I realise it might not be as tiny as I thought.“
He looks at you for a good second before pulling you into his arms. ,, So you think that I‘m hot“ ,, Yeah I do dummy“
,, So you wanna be my girlfriend?“ ,, Yeah,I‘d kinda love to“
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I‘m kind of back lol. Might not be my best story but we‘re getting somewhere
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