#having watched a lot of stuff jer is in

[wanderingelvis]

i was wondering (and totally lmk if i’m like spamming you i totally don’t mean to) if you could write a fic where elvis meets an innocent reader on the set of a movie.(the reader is an extra) and elvis begins to notice the readers little space habits and suspects it. one day, after overhearing some of the other male cast members make rude remarks about the reader and elvis decides it’s time to take the reader home where he can protect them. elvis calls the reader over to his trailer and starts to make the reader drop, so that he can take the reader home and be their daddy.

i loved this request sm that it’s gonna be a two-parter!! so here’s part 1! ✨

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Word count: 3,101

Pairings: 70s CG!Elvis and Little F!Reader

Warnings: little space lifestyle, manipulation

It was your first proper job. The one that you were proud of, that your parents would tell their friends about and it was a lot of pressure.

You were the newest person to Elvis’ little performing circle and Elvis always made a point to get to know his band and performers - how else could he put on a successful performance if not everyone was on the same page and trusting each other?

After spending time alone with you and in a group setting, Elvis had his suspicions about you. You had all the qualities of someone with a little personality - docile, submissive, wide-eyed, easily overwhelmed and eager to please. Now, Elvis knew that this meant that you could just be sweet and innocent, adjusting to the chaos of his world, but Elvis figured that even if you were just that, the little lifestyle would certainly help you cope in dealing with all of it.

The first time Elvis really suspected anything was during a break in recording, when a stuffed animal fell out of your locker in front of everyone. You furiously tried to stuff it back in, hoping that no-one had seen, but you'd caught Elvis', Jerry and Sonny's eyes as well as a few others. Your cheeks heated a violent shade a pink, as you tried to sort yourself out, getting increasingly flustered and overwhelmed. As Elvis observed you from afar, he knew you couldn't look after yourself properly, someone was going to have to do it for you.

From then on, Elvis had quietly instructed Jerry to have someone watch over you, making sure you were okay and reporting back to Elvis.

Elvis had been told by Charlie that he’d spotted you in the park by the studios colouring pretty pictures under a tree, whilst Red had informed Elvis that you stopped past every stray cat in the lot, crouching down to speak to it, feed it if you could and stroke it.

Elvis knew you were a little angel sent straight from heaven and he knew he had to have you. Elvis devised a somewhat sinister little ploy to get him in your good graces, for you to see him in a caregiver light from your first proper encounter.

The fame and power that came with Elvis meant that all he needed to do was slip the security a $100 dollar bill and in exchange, he and his small entourage were given the keys to every locker. He only really trusted Jerry with this operation as he made Jerry break into your locker and retrieve your teddy bear from your locker and bring it to Elvis. Now, Elvis knew that his actions were going to cause you distress, but he figured that in the grand scheme of things, you’d be better off for it - that’s how Elvis liked to justify many of his less-than-moral escapades.

“Thanks, Jer.” Elvis said, grabbing the plush, brown teddy bear with a pink bow tie from Jerry who remained slightly confused at Elvis’ intentions.

“Now what, EP?” Jerry asked, curiously.

“Now, I’ll give it back to her when the timing is just right.” Elvis said, leaving Jerry just as bewildered. Jerry figured it was better to just let Elvis do whatever it was that he needed to do rather than question it. There was a method to his madness, Jerry tried to tell himself.

When you realised that your beloved and treasured teddy bear, Binky, was missing, it felt like your whole world had fallen apart - or at least the secure feeling of it that your teddy bear gave you.

You tried real hard not to let the sheer panic and distress seem obvious as you stood at your open locker, quietly hyperventilating that your most trusted teddy was gone. She was a reminder of home, that helped steady you when things where getting all a bit much for little, sweet you.

You began to pace the locker room, thinking maybe she’d fallen out of your bag somewhere and been misplaced but the panic inside of your tummy was growing as your started to realise she was nowhere to be seen.

You see, Elvis was watching you from a tall window above the entry locker room, from the top of a stairwell as your distress confirmed to him that you were indeed a little, even if you didn’t know it yet.

You tried to keep your composure as you went into rehearsals with Elvis and the rest of the crew. It was safe to say you were feeling very wobbly and nervous, your lost teddy bear playing persistently on your mind. You were worried you’d dropped her in a puddle or left her on the bus on the way to the studio, what if she was scared? You could’ve sworn that you’d put Binky in your locker along with your bag, but you knew your memory wasn’t the best and now you were just so confused, right before you had to go and record.

Sheepishly, you wandered into the studio where a couple of people were already set up and chatting. You walked over to your stool and microphone, sitting down and patiently and quietly waiting for Elvis and everyone else to appear.

You were trying to remain calm, you knew you needed to be a big girl right now, not crying over some silly bear, you just couldn’t help the anxious feeling that was creeping its way into your body.

When Elvis appeared he went around the small room greeting everyone, making sure they all felt comfortable and good - and that’s when he landed on you.

“Ready to record, Y/N?” Elvis asked in a surprisingly softer tone, a little more hushed than usual.

You offered a small smile and nod, your quiet demeanour making Elvis raise his eyebrow at you, even if he knew why you were quiet.

“Everythin’ alright honey?” Elvis asked gently.

“Just tired.” You mumbled albeit remaining very polite. Elvis nodded and continued on.

The recording was going well until your microphone fell from its stand as you tried to adjust it, causing a loud bang in the isolated room. You apologised skittishly, and you thought everything was going okay until you screwed up your lines, your brain just going fuzzy.

Feeling a little worked up, you apologised again, especially to Elvis, who just sent you a nod of acknowledgment before continuing.

When the horrendous session was finally through, you quietly began to gather your bearings and sort your equipment when you realised someone much taller had approached you.

“Y/N? Elvis would like to see you right away in his trailer.” A man, who you believed to be called Jerry, told you. You gulped, realising you were likely in for a big telling off after ruining several takes with your clumsy and distracted self.

You followed Jerry compliantly, you wouldn’t ever disobey any command, you didn’t trust yourself to know better and you wouldn’t dare go against anyone. Jerry led you to Elvis trailer, doing an odd pattern of knocking, probably so that Elvis knew it was him. Jerry nodded at you and opened the door, before walking off to tend some other business.

You tentatively wandered into the trailer that you’d never been in before. You liked it a lot, velvet reds, an oddly comforting scent of cigar smoke, designs for performance outfits pinned on a wall and even a few pistols laid out on a counter.

“Y/N?” Elvis said cooly, snapping you out of your observations, you noticed you’d begun nibbling your finger whilst looking around - a childish habit that for some reason, you couldn’t get out of.

You just smiled sweetly, unsure what Elvis wanted but fearing you’d let him down during the recordings.

“Do you know why I called you here Y/N?” Elvis asked gently, relaxing on the couch as you stayed fixed in your spot, not daring to move unless told to.

The size difference between you was immense, you felt utterly dwarfed by his presence. He wasn’t even the tallest guy on the lot, despite being very tall, yet he seemed to tower over just about everyone.

You panicked a little at the question, fiddling with you fingers. “M’in trouble for messing up the recording?” You asked meekly, shy to even admit it.

“Not in trouble sweetheart,” Elvis assured gently. The pet name made your tummy do a little somersault - a sensation that was foreign to you but one that you quite liked. “Everyone’s got bad days, you didn’t seem yourself in there,” Elvis said observantly.

You were feeling wobbly. Now, you weren’t actually accustomed to the little space lifestyle so you didn’t really understand the feelings you often experienced, you couldn’t really articulate them in any way to yourself, let alone to somebody else. But you knew when you felt a little different, you felt, as you put it, wobbly. It was that feeling of anxiety, mixed with neediness and vulnerability.

You weren’t exactly sure what triggered feeling wobbly either. You knew that it could happen when you woke up in the morning, if something out of the ordinary happened in your routine, if you were scared or even if you were happy.

You blinked a little, worried about a potential onset of tears if you admitted to Elvis you’d lost Binky.

“I, um, I lost somethin’ just before the session, and, and,” You frowned a little, getting frustrated at yourself at tripping over your words. “I guess, it was just on my mind lots. M’sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise.” You said earnestly, your nerves and flustered state seeming obvious to Elvis, who patted the spot on the couch next to him.

“C’mere.” Elvis cooed and you complied without a second thought, making your way over and sitting down next to the big man. “Whatcha missin’ darlin’?” Elvis asked, despite knowing.

“My bea-“ You stopped yourself, feeling all hot and bothered at mentioning that you were so devoted to a soft toy, thinking how silly you’d look in front of Elvis. “No, it’s silly.” You mumbled.

“If it’s causin’ you this much upset little one, it ain’t silly.” Elvis soothed, the pet name doing a number on you again, giving you those strange wobbly feelings.

You’d always found Elvis attractive, even before you started working with him. However, there were little things that you really liked about him, such as when you were standing in line next to him in the canteen area, he’d always help serve your plate up, always insisting on more green vegetables to keep you healthy.

It was like he was a dominant albeit gentle and encouraging presence and you really were drawn to him, even if it was unprofessional.

“I have a teddy bear and I lost her and she’s really special to me and I don’t know where I put her a-and I thought, I thought,” You we’re starting to get worked up and panicky all over again, this time in front of someone so famous and powerful that it was making the situation worse. “I put her someplace safe but when I looked she was gone and she helps me and I don’t know what to,” You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears began to pool in your eyes.

You dared not look at Elvis, only imagining his face when he realised how weird you were. Yet all you felt was a large hand on your back, gently rubbing soothing circles which helped.

“Oh little one, I’m sorry.” Elvis cooed as you hiccuped adorably by his side, your feet not quite reaching the floor in comparison to his which were outstretched. “What does she look like hm?”

“Um, um, she, she’s got um, brown fur and she’s got a pink bow tie and it’s um, it’s real pretty,” You stammered, feeling so wobbly and small as tears began to trickle down your puffy cheeks.

“A pink bow tie?” Elvis asked with you nodding and sniffling in response. “Well, I did happen to notice a teddy bear out in the entrance to the lot earlier, a teddy bear with a pink bow tie in fact.” Elvis said and for the first time since you entered his room, you looked straight up at him.

“Really?” You sniffled, your eyes wide as you wiped them with your sleeve.

“Want to come with me and we can take a look and see if she’s yours?” Elvis said gently. You nodded yet again, feeling just a bit too wobbly to keep using words. “Okay sweet girl, let’s go.”

Elvis helped you up a little, taking your small hand in his large one as you went to another room. You realised that lots of trailers were interconnected from the inside and Elvis had so much space.

You were surprised at how sweet and kind Elvis was being. You’d expected him to find you odd, but he was being gentle and soft with you, as if he knew you were feeling a little unsure of yourself and in a wobbly state of mind.

When you turned a corner, you entered a room where lots of other men, who you realised later were Elvis’ Memphis Mafia, were all lounging on the couches, laughing and drinking. At the sudden surprise at the large crowd of loud men, you tried to hide behind Elvis a little, shuffling your body behind his whilst holding his hand a little extra tightly, which he couldn’t help but smirk at.

“Outta here, fellas.” It was just three words but they all quickly obliged Elvis’ request, leaving within a minute of the command. It made you realise the power and control Elvis held. “Sorry about them, honey.” Elvis said, offering you a smile.

He led you a draw, opening it and pulling out Binky, with you tearing up all over again at the mere sight of her.

“That’s her, that’s Binky.” You said, wiping your eyes again as you hiccuped. Relief washed over your small body as you wrapped your arms around Elvis, as far as they would go. “Thank you, thank you, you saved her!” You cried sweetly.

“Oh darlin’, look atchu, look at the state you’re in, all worked up, hm?” Elvis cooed, grabbing some tissues from a box on the table and kneeling down to gently dab it under your eyes and nose. You felt a little embarrassed at the way you were, but you couldn’t help it if you tried, you were just an overwhelmed little thing.

“M’sorry, I was just real worried and she, she’s real special t’me.” You said softly.

“I know she is, I know baby. Binky’s a pretty name, you give her that name sweet girl?” Elvis asked you, trying to make you feel better.

Elvis was secretly thrilled at how everything had turned out, you were even more vulnerable than he’d initially anticipated. He could tell that you were feeling little, you just didn’t know how to articulate it, just like a little one.

He wanted to protect you and take care of you so badly, here you were, right in front of him, a sweet, beautiful, docile, gentle, naive little thing and he just had to have you.

“Uh huh.” You said sweetly, “I had her all my life and she just makes me happy and helps me when I’m feelin’…” You trailed off a little, unsure of how to describe how you felt to Elvis.

“A bit confused hm?” Elvis said, finishing your sentence for you. You nodded, grateful that Elvis was able to think for you. “I bet she’s been helping you with your new job here?” Elvis asked.

“Jus’ get scary sometimes.” You admitted, almost whispering as Elvis continued to kneel in front of you.

Both you and Elvis realised you were feeling extremely ‘wobbly’ as you’d put it, as you started chewing on your fingertips anxiously.

“I know it can baby, you’re doin’ a real good job of it baby.” Elvis hushed.

“Really?”

“Really. How’s about I make you a lil’ promise honey?” Elvis suggested, gently taking your fingers from your mouth and holding them in his own hands. “How’s about, whenever you feel scared, or even a lil’ bit nervous or confused, you come knock on that door and you come find me? You can do whatever you like, you and Binky, you can even have a nap if you need to. How does that sound, little one?” Elvis said, pushing stray hairs behind your ear tenderly, making shivers go down your spine.

You nodded again, liking the idea very much. You had some friends in this place but you often found it all very overwhelming and stressful. Elvis had been nothing but a calm, authoritative presence and you craved more and more of him.

“Good girl.” Elvis praised.

And that’s how the next couple of months ensued. Elvis delighted in you seeking him out for comfort. At first, it was only a couple of times a week but eventually, you’d be in his dressing rooms practically every day.

Elvis had made it a safe haven for you, he’d even given you your own draw, where you’d keep Binky, knowing she was much better off there than in your locker. It also held a colouring book with lots of different paints and colouring pencils for you, which you enjoyed doing quietly between each rehearsal. Elvis has even put some of your favourite snacks in there for if you were ever feeling peckish.

It had everything and Elvis gave you everything. You felt so looked after and cared for that it was becoming difficult to not become totally dependent on Elvis. It was at the point where Elvis, or one of his men, would now pick you up from your little apartment and drop you back, even if that meant you staying far later than your finished time. But you didn’t mind, you loved the tranquil and safe space Elvis had made for you. You loved doing your pretty colours for Elvis whilst he worked on other projects throughout the day, as you eagerly awaited his return so that you could run up to him and show him all your pretty pictures.

Elvis was surprised at how quickly you seemed to slip into the routine he’d provided for you. You were everything he wanted and more - beautiful, gentle, kind, naive and little.

The only thing left to do was to officially introduce you to the little lifestyle, and Elvis couldn’t wait.

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[vintagepresley]

Sweet Cherry

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader x Jerry Schiling

Word Count: 5,460 words

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Threesome, virgin reader, dirty talking, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), rough deep throating, rough fucking, just a lot of roughing the reader up, tons of spitting, use of the word ‘slut’, slight dumbification, some slapping, anal sex (male receiving), elvis and jerry taking turns with reader, mention of blood. Just pure filth. Typical Elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: Jerry x Elvis x reader was a requested fic that I got a bit carried away with so I made this one extra special. This is honestly pure fucking filth with no kind of plot really. Jerry and Elvis fight over the reader and Elvis suggests a threesome just to satisfy his need for you and his low-key sexual attraction to Jerry. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! POSSIBLE SPELLING ERRORS.

You had been introduced to Elvis and his group of friends by a mutual friend of yours who was trying to set you up with Elvis. He was absolutely handsome even more so in person and you would've been all for it had you not laid eyes on Jerry, one of his closest friends. You thought Jerry was quite handsome and had a muscular build to him that you found even more attractive. He also had noticed you as well and he knew you were for Elvis and that he never liked for anyone to make a move on his women, but he couldn't help himself. You were tore between the two of them but you knew with Elvis and his history with women that you'd be a passing fling with him. But with Jerry you could have something lasting. When Jerry thought Elvis wasn't looking he walked over to you chatting you up a bit and you couldn't help but blush and giggle at his every word. Elvis became furious by this but keeping his temper at bay because there was tons of people around. But once everyone had left he never got his chance to yell at Jerry because the two of you had snuck off at some point of the little party. You ultimately chose Jerry.

Elvis took this as a betrayal from Jerry especially because Elvis really had a thing for you and wanted to get to know you. There was a strain between the two men after they had a heated discussion. It became so evident to everyone that hung around them especially you. The tension between them was so thick it was almost sexual. You knew that they had an extremely close friendship just from the way Jerry spoke about him. Sometimes you felt like maybe at one point they thought about being more than just friends because of how they acted with one another especially now. But Jerry tried to not let it get to him. He knew Elvis would find another woman to obsess over and he would have forgotten this whole situation. But Elvis wasn't going to let this go and unfortunately you got in the middle of their little issue. Whenever you were around them and Jerry would leave the room, Elvis would whisper the most inappropriate things to you or if you were in his way he'd grab your hips and move you. "Scuse me, baby." he'd whisper to you as his hands lingered longer than they should. Sometimes he'd even brush up against your ass and you could feel him hard against you. You never spoke a word of this to Jerry because a small part of you got turned on by it. Even though you chose Jerry didn't mean you didn't feel some sort of attraction toward Elvis.

This would happen often and Elvis would walk away with a shit eating grin on his face and thinking Jerry had no idea. But he did.. and he was pissed that when you all three of you were alone and you had gone inside to watch tv in the living room, Jerry confronted him. "What's your problem, man??" Jerry said. Elvis raised an eyebrow at him, acting as if he hadn't a clue of what he was talking about. "I don't have a problem, Jer.." he said with a smirk. "You think I don't see ya all over my girl!?" Jerry shouts. "Your girl!? She was mine before you stepped in and took her from me!" Elvis shouted back. "She was never yours! She chose me.. Get over it and stop touching her!" Jerry growled. "Or what!? Ya ever notice how she doesn't stop me? Hm? That's cause she likes it." he said with an asshole smirk on his face. Jerry's right hand was in a tight fist ready to swing on him. Elvis laughed softly. "Settle down, Jerry.. I've got idea that'll solve our problems.." he says with a grin. "What are you talkin' about?" Jerry asked still fuming. "Just listen.. I was thinkin' why don't the three of us engage in a threesome.. Then and only then.. I promise to back off-" before he could even finish what he was saying Jerry interrupted him. "What!? Are you nuts?! I haven't even fucked her yet!" he yelled.

"It's not the craziest idea I've had. Oh well, now that changes things.. I mean, think about it.. I get what I want and you get to fuck her for the first time and get what you want. Maybe.. Y'know the two of us get what we want.." he says under his breath as he looked around for a moment before placing a hand onto Jerry's waist pulling him toward him. "Don't tell me ya haven't thought about it.." he whispered. Jerry looked around frantically and his face turned completely red. "You're nuts.." he whispered. "But you're not sayin' no.." Elvis hummed. Jerry pulled back from him. "Fine.. But how will we tell her?" Jerry asked. "Who says we gotta tell her? Trust me.. She'll want it." he smirked. Jerry shook his head as the two of them made their way back inside and finding you in the living room and you smiled over at them and something seemed different about them. But you couldn't put your finger on it and you watched as they both sat on either side of you and very close. It was unusual for Elvis to do this especially in front of Jerry and you raised an eyebrow at him and looking over at Jerry who didn't seem to have a problem. So you didn't say a word.

All three of you sat there in silence and you felt Jerry place a hand on your left thigh and you smiled at him until you felt Elvis' fingers caressing the side of your right thigh. You looked down and then up at Elvis who was smirking and then you looked over at Jerry wondering if he was going to say something, but he pretended as if he didn't see it happening. You furrowed your brow a bit as your hands rested nervously in your lap and you continued to watch Elvis' wandering hand as Jerry squeezed at your left thigh. Elvis moved his hand over your thigh until it was in between them and he carefully tugged your skirt up just a smidge and now you were staring at Jerry waiting for him to say something as Elvis felt you up, but he still didn't say word and now you let out a soft gasp when you felt Elvis' hand brush right up against your panties. "Jerry!!!" you shouted angrily as you hit him on the shoulder. Elvis gripped your thigh in his hand and you could feel his breath against your face as he whispered, "Calm down, baby." with a smirk on his lips. "He doesn't mind, do ya?" he said looking over at Jerry. "I don't mind." Jerry said softly. You glanced at the both of them as they forced your skirt up revealing your white lace panties and Elvis smirked to himself as you let out a soft gasp.

Jerry moved his hand further up your thighs and he pressed two fingers up against your pussy and he could feel how wet your panties were already.. "Hm, you don't seem to mind either.. You're practically soaked, baby." he said with smirk looking over at Elvis. "I told ya.." Elvis hummed. You felt your face becoming red as Elvis spread your legs open and lifted one of your legs onto his lap and Jerry did the same with your other leg until you were spread wide open for them. You whimpered softly, trying to squirm from their grip as you watched Elvis bring his hand down to your panties and he rubbed firmly with three fingers against you causing you to jolt at the feeling as they held you still as he continued rubbing your pussy only causing you to moan softly and soak through your panties. "Goddamn.. You're a filthy little slut.." Elvis hummed as he moved your panties to the side, getting a good look at your dripping cunt, he licked over his lips as he glanced over at Jerry. "Get a look at that pretty little pussy.." Elvis said with a grin. You whined softly wanting to close your legs but they both had a tight grip on them and you watched as they marveled at your pussy, you hated how turned on it made you.

"Shit.. She's gonna make a mess on your couch." Jerry said with a chuckle before he slapped his hand against your sensitive pussy causing you to squeal and squirm. "Fucking slut.." he barked as he grabbed your face in his other hand and crashed his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss and then he pulled away pushing your face toward Elvis who grabbed your face in a tight grip and he spit into your mouth before he devoured your lips in a deep kiss and you let out a soft moan against his lips as Jerry began to unbutton your top as he kissed your neck. He yanked at your delicate blouse and popping the buttons off as he tore it open revealing your bare breasts and he groped them in his hands before he leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth and he sucked on it. Elvis buried his fingers between your wet velvety folds, running them along your clit. "You a virgin, baby?" he asked lowly. You hesitated to answer and you just nodded slowly. He smirked widely before crashing his lips to yours again. Your moans growing louder against his mouth as you gave into them.

Elvis slapped his hand against your soaking cunt and he pulled back from your kiss. "We're gonna fuckin' ruin this sweet cherry.." he mumbled. You whimpered cutely, chewing on your bottom lip from the sound of his words and you gasped softly feeling Jerry bite at your breasts. "Get up ya fuckin' slut." he demanded. They both let you go and you swallowed harshly as you slowly got up from the couch your knees feeling weak as you stood there in front of them with your shirt tore and your skirt up. You watched as they both stood up and you could see their hard ons through their pants and Jerry made his way over to you removing your blouse and tossing it on the floor and Elvis unzipped your skirt and tugged it down along with your ruined panties until you were completely naked in front of them. "Goddamn.. She's beautiful.." Elvis hummed. "She sure is.." Jerry chuckled. You felt yourself growing shy as they stared at you and their eyes wandered over every inch your body, making comments to each other.

"Get on your knees, baby." Jerry mumbled. You chewed at the inside of your cheek nervously as you nodded your head and slowly sank down to your knees, the carpet rubbing up against your knees. You stared up at both men with your innocent doe eyes and watching as they both unbuckled their belts and soon removed their pants and tossing them to the side along with their shirts. Your eyes widen at the sight of how big their cocks were and you gulped nervously as your hands gripped onto your thighs. "Has she sucked your dick yet, Jerry?" Elvis asked with a smirk. Jerry shook his head with a grin. "Not yet.." he uttered. "Mm.. Well, she's your girl.. You get to break her in first." he grinned. "Open your mouth, baby." Elvis mumbled. You slowly opened your mouth and Elvis gripped your face as he spit right into your mouth and then he turned you toward Jerry who gathered enough saliva in his mouth to spit right into yours and then they both spit into your mouth together causing some of it to drip from your mouth and onto your breasts and when you went to close your mouth, Jerry gave your cheek a gentle slap. "Uh uh.. Keep it open.." Jerry growled, prompting you to keep your mouth wide open for them. "I think she's good and ready for ya." Elvis said softly as he combed his fingers through your hair.

Jerry smirked as he stood in front of you and Elvis stood behind you and he grabbed a hold of your head keeping it still for him as Jerry slowly guided his cock into your mouth and he hit the back of your throat immediately which caused you to gag quietly and you reached up to place your hands on his thighs. Elvis held your head up. "Keep your fuckin' eyes on him while he fucks that tight throat." Elvis growled. Jerry took it easy on you at first slowly sliding his cock in and out of your mouth causing soft noises to escape your mouth and he would hit the back of your throat causing soft gags to leave you as he groaned softly. But his gentleness was soon gone as he smirked down at you and gave your face a few gentle slaps and you squeaked softly. "Ready to take this cock down your throat, hm?" he hummed. You nodded with your mouth still wide open and Elvis having a firm grip on your head and getting even more turned on by the sight of you and Jerry's cock. Elvis held you still as Jerry guided his cock back inside of your mouth and Elvis was rubbing his hand around your throat. "Just relax.." he uttered softly as he pushed your face forward and the both of them forcing you to take Jerry's cock down your throat until you made his entire length disappear and his balls hit against your chin. Jerry's hips squirmed as he groaned loudly. "Goddamn.." he grunted.

"Fuck me.. Look at her take that dick down her throat. Good fuckin' girl.." Elvis hummed. Your nails dug into Jerry's thighs as you gagged and choked that each noise sounded pornographic and saliva pooled out of the sides of your mouth and dripping down in globs, as you squealed around his cock and tears streamed down your cheeks. Jerry tilted his head back as he groaned louder and his eyes rolled back. Elvis yanked your head back to let you up for air and Jerry's cock popped out of your mouth with strings of saliva falling down your chin and onto your breasts. You gasped loudly as you tried to suck in as much air as possible and the two of them chuckled softly. "Good girl. You ready to take Elvis down your throat?" Jerry muttered as he leaned down to kiss your saliva covered lips and you nodded slowly as you turned around to face him and he smirked widely at the sight of you and his cock aching to be down your throat. You felt Jerry grab your head and hold it still for Elvis and he leaned down toward you. "Open that pretty mouth of yours, baby." He whispered into your ear and you listened obediently and opened your mouth for Elvis. Jerry grinned as he stood up straight again. "Ready, baby?" Elvis hummed. You nodded slowly.

You placed your hands onto his thighs already grasping them tight as you prepared yourself. Elvis guided his cock into your warm and wet mouth and he was already groaning. You tried your best to relax your throat as you felt Jerry pushing your head forward and forcing you to take every inch of Elvis' cock down your throat and he groaned out loudly. "F-Fuck..." he mumbled under his breath as you made his cock disappear and he slowly thrusted himself down your throat as he held onto your shoulders and your nails dug into his thighs as the pornographic noises left your mouth and drool poured even more from your mouth this time and your eyes were red with tears and your mascara a mess as it ran down your cheeks. You tried to pull back but they would let you yet and you watched as Elvis tilted his head back trying to choke back a moan and then Jerry yanked your head back to let you breath and Elvis' cock popped out of your mouth and you gasped and coughed loudly as saliva dripped all over you. "Goddamn girl.." Elvis groaned with a smirk. You breathed heavily as you watched the two of them grinning with delight at what they just did and squeezed your thighs tight together because you could feel your slick pooling out of you from how turned on you were from being used by them that your inner thighs felt wet.

Elvis smirked at Jerry and the two of them did something you weren't too surprised about but also wasn't expecting. Elvis had pulled Jerry toward him and kissed him deeply and two men embraced for a moment as they kissed sloppily and Elvis reached down to grab your hand and placing on his cock and then placing your other hand on Jerry's. He pulled back from their kiss for a moment. "We're not finished with you.." he mumbled softly before kissing Jerry again and the two of them groaned softly into each other's mouths. You began to stroke both of their saliva covered cocks in your hands as you were sandwiched in between them. You stared up at them becoming more turned on than you already were by the sight of them until they eventually pulled away and Elvis grabbed a hold of you and stood you back up on your feet. You squealed from how rough he was being and he pushed you over to the couch and sat you down and pushed you back against the couch and he and Jerry kneeled down in front of you. Elvis was on your right and Jerry on the left as they grabbed a hold of your legs and spread them a part as they bent them slightly and pushed them back so they were nearly by your head as you laid completely and embarrassingly exposed to them and they made you hold your legs up.

Elvis eyes widen at the beautiful sight of your dripping wet cunt. "Goddamn, baby.. You've made a mess on yaself already." he and Jerry chuckled. "She really is a filthy slut." Jerry muttered as his fingers played in your slick that coated your inner thighs. "Mm.. We're gonna get this pussy to open up nicely.." Elvis grinned. You whined softly and feeling your cheeks rosy and burning because of how shy you felt. You took a deep breath the moment you felt Elvis' fingers circling around your sensitive clit and you whimpered loudly as he played with the swollen bud and then you felt your breath hitch as you choked back a moan the moment you felt two of Jerry's fingers circling around your tight virgin hole. "Sit still for us, mama.." Elvis mewled. You let out the most embarrassingly loud moan when Elvis wrapped his mouth around your clit and his tongue firmly pressed against it as he lapped up your sweet arousal as he began to suck on your clit. You dug your nails into your thighs as you tried to keep your legs held back as the two of them played with your pussy. Jerry shoved his fingers into your pussy not even giving you a chance to get use to the size of them and you yelped softly. "FUCK." he growled when he felt how tight you were around his two fingers and the way your pussy clenched and throbbed around him.

Elvis groaned softly against your clit as he sucked faster, flicking the sensitive bud between his tongue and slurping up as much of your slick as he could as his face was buried in your pussy. You shut your eyes tight as your head rested firmly against the cushion of the couch and you cried out softly as your moans grew more intense and loud between each whimper. Jerry shoved his fingers inside of you until they completely disappeared and he pumped them slowly, watching with delight as you soaked his fingers and he could feel your warm cunt opening up and adjusting to the size of his fingers. He smirked to himself and decided to add a third finger inside of you and you jolted at the feeling as he shoved his fingers in deep and began to fuck you faster with them. He leaned down to lick up the pooling mess you were making on yourself, getting a bit of Elvis' saliva in his mouth that dripped down your pussy as he sucked your clit.

Elvis pulled back with a wide smirk and his face a mess with your slick and he glanced down to see Jerry fucking you deep with his fingers. "Mm.. Lemme see open you got our sweet cherry.." he said with a grin. Jerry slowly pulled his dripping wet fingers out of you and you whimpered at the feeling. Elvis licked over his lips seeing your tight hole opened enough for them to try to fuck you. "God this pussy is fuckin' perfect.." Elvis said softly. "She taste even better.." Jerry chuckled as he licked some of your slick of his fingers and then he stuck those fingers in Elvis' mouth and he sucked you off Jerry's fingers slowly a soft "Mm" escaping his lips before he plopped the mans fingers out of his mouth. "Taste so fuckin' good.." he mumbled. You wanted to get up from your uncomfortable position but Elvis shook his head. "Stay just like that, sugar.." he said softly. You let out a small huff as you watched them stand back up. "You first, Jerry." Elvis said with a grin as he patted the mans shoulder causing a smirk to form on Jerry's lips as he grabbed your hips and tugged you forward. The way you were positioned with your legs forced back it gave them easier access to the one thing they wanted.

You took slow deep breaths as you prepared yourself knowing that they weren't going to take it easy on you, Elvis especially. You never imagined your first time being like this at all. But every part of your body loved it and was ready to submit to them however they liked. "You ready for him to take that sweet cherry of yours, baby?" Elvis said with a grin as he brush a hand through your messy hair. You stared up at him nodding your head. He chuckled softly, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping it slowly as he watched Jerry slowly guide the head of his cock inside of you and you winced softly in pain feeling him pushing his way inside of you and your toes curled and you whimpered softly that they sounded almost like cries from the pain and each time he inched himself inside of you it only forced your pussy to open up for him. "J-Jerry.. It hurts.." you whimpered, but he ignored you. Elvis stroked his cock at the beautiful sight of you taking Jerry who was groaning softly. "So goddamn tight.." he mumbled. Elvis continued to pet your hair with his other hand. "Shh.. It won't hurt for long, baby.." he whispered as he tried to comfort you through the pain. Jerry's hands gripped tight around your hips as he slammed the rest of his cock deep inside of you and you let out a loud cry as you trembled beneath him.

"Good girl.. Look at ya taking that big dick inside of ya." Elvis hummed as he saw a small amount of blood seeping out of you. Elvis caressed his hand against your cheek. "Hot damn, baby, he broke that cherry of yours.." he grinned. You leaned into Elvis' touch as you whimpered softly feeling Jerry's cock throbbing inside of you. He started thrusting his hips at a steady pace as you adjusted to his size and your pain induced whimpers turned into soft moans and your mouth in form of an O shape as you moaned his name softly. Elvis captured his bottom lip between his teeth as he pumped his cock faster in his hand, groaning along with Jerry as he watched him fuck you. Jerry began to slam his hips against you faster and harder as he forced you to take every inch of him and he fucked you right into the couch and your whole body trembled with pleasure. "Goddamn. Let me get a turn!" Elvis barked. Jerry didn't want to pull out but he could see Elvis was itching to get his turn with you and he groaned loudly as he pulled out. "Fuck." Jerry uttered softly and they switched places and Elvis grabbed you by your waist and lifted you slightly from the couch as your legs dangled as you tried to stay in your position.

Jerry wrapped his hand around his aching, dripping cock and stroked himself quickly as he licked his lips watching as Elvis slammed his cock inside of you with ease. You cried out his name softly feeling his entire cock slam deep inside of you and he held you still as he fucked you hard, slamming his hips right up against you as his balls slapped against your ass and his cock hit right up against your cervix. "Fuck baby.. This pussy feels so damn good.." he grunted loudly. You squirmed, whimpered and moaned loudly and your body felt so weak, but the two of them continued to take turns with you and using you for their pleasure and causing you to cum twice already from the way they pounded your pussy. You enjoyed every single moment of it. Soon Elvis was finally lifting you up from the couch and your body hurt from the position they forced you to stay in and your legs felt numb and weak as he made you stand on your feet. Elvis cupped your face in his hands with a tight grip and he kissed you deeply. "Fuckin' good little slut.. Lettin' us break ya in.." he growled as he passed you over to Jerry who pulled you against him and kissed you sloppily as he reached around to give your ass a slap and you squealed against your lips.

"Almost done, baby.." Elvis grinned as he grabbed you forced you back onto the couch. But now you were in a whole new position he forced you onto your knees and had you down on all fours and he arched your back so that your ass was in the air. He made you wait there like that as he grabbed Jerry and the two men kissed, slipping their arms around one another and you tilted your head back to watch the two of them. "You gonna let me fuck ya while you fuck your girl, Jerry?" Elvis mumbled on his lips as he reached down to spank his ass. Jerry let out a soft noise as he nodded with a smirk. "Mhm.." he hummed. You giggled softly at the sight of them before they pulled away from each other and Jerry took his place behind you on the couch and he spanked your ass a few times and each slap harder than the last and you let out soft squeals. "Ow!" you pouted and he chuckled softly as he squeezed your ass cheeks in his hands as he parted them and seeing your dripping cunt still ready for more cock. You peered behind you and watched as Elvis got behind Jerry, running his hands along his ass slowly.

Jerry leaned over you as he shoved his cock back inside of you and you trembled and squealed with delight as a moan left your lips. Jerry had himself bent over enough for Elvis to get his cock inside of him when he was ready. Elvis licked over his lips with a smirk as he stared at Jerry's tight pink rim and he ran his fingers along it, causing a shiver to run down Jerry's spine as he continued to fuck you at a steady pace. Elvis grinned and brought his hand up to his mouth spitting into it a few times and then stroking his cock to get it nice and wet so he was able to slip inside his friend. He luckily still had your slick glistening on his cock to help, he grabbed his cock and he teased Jerry's rim with the head of his cock and two men groaned loudly as Elvis slowly, very slowly, inch by inch guided his cock into Jerry's ass. Jerry's whole body trembled by this new pleasure he never felt before as he felt Elvis' pulsing cock inside of him and stretching him out. Which forced him to slam inside of you hard once Elvis bottomed out inside of him, prompted loud grunts and groans to escape them both. "Fuck.. So damn tight.. I love it.." Elvis mumbled under his breath. "Oh god.. Elvis.." Jerry hummed.

Now Jerry was thrusting into you as Elvis thrusted into him and the three of you moaning together as your sweaty and hot bodies slammed against one another. "Goddamn, Jerry.. You feel so good 'round my cock.." he moaned out, slamming harder into him and stretching him open as Jerry plowed into you. All three of you so completely overstimulated, tired, hot, sweaty and in complete bliss. So it was no surprise that the three of you were nearing your orgasm, especially you because your body was already worn out and tired from your two orgasms already that the third one was approaching quick and you could feel Jerry's hips stirring against you and his body shaking and his breath heavy and almost inaudible as Elvis pushed him even further toward his pleasure. Elvis was so close and had been the entire night but the way Jerry clenched around him was about to push him deep into his orgasm. The noises the three of you made were practically pornographic and louder than ever. "F-F-Fuck.. gonna cum... a-again.." you squealed. "Go 'head, baby.. So am I.." Elvis grunted. "M-Me too.." Jerry groaned. You cried out as your body shook and you made a big mess on Elvis' couch for the third time tonight and on Jerry's cock, whimpering softly as your body was ready to collapse the moment you finished, but Jerry wasn't done yet.

Elvis' hips bucked against Jerry as his body convulsed and he quickly pulled out of Jerry as his orgasm had hit and he climbed off the couch and quickly walked over to you, stroking his cock hard and faster as he whimpered softly and his eyes shut as he panted as he aimed his cock at your face and suddenly ropes of his warm cum coated your face white as it dripped down onto the couch and you had opened your mouth to catch some of it as he emptied his balls on your face and in your mouth but also getting some in your hair. He let out a relieved sigh. "Damn.." he mumbled as he watched Jerry now finally reach his orgasm and he quickly pulled out of you and forced you to turn around and he emptied his balls onto your pussy and your stomach and he grunted lowly as he finished and he collapsed back against the couch tiredly. Elvis plopped down in front of him and Jerry slipped his arms around his torso as you laid there covered in their cum and trying to catch your breath as the room felt like it was spinning. Elvis and Jerry chuckled softly at the messy sight of you. "C'mere, honey." Elvis smiled.

You tiredly got up as your body ached all over and you settled yourself between Elvis' legs and he slipped his arms around you as you leaned into him, resting against his chest and now you felt Jerry's arms extend toward you as they both held you. Jerry rested his chin against Elvis' shoulder as he gave him a kiss on the cheek. You tilted your head up to look at the two of them, smiling. "I knew the two of you had some unspoken sexual tension." You giggled softly. "Hush.." Jerry laughed. Elvis smirked at your words. "Seeing him with you made me even more jealous than usual because I wanted you both.." Elvis laughed. "Well you got us.." you beamed giving both of their hands kisses. "It was hot as fuck.. Damn.. I know what I promised.. But we've gotta do this again, Jerry." Elvis chuckled.

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Tagging: @ccab @ilovehobi101 @18lkpeters @prayerstopresley @jfkkenndy @mrspresleybutler3591 @zoyaslvus @returntoelvis @generoustreemystic @elvisblueshoes

#Elvis presley #jerry schilling #elvis x you #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #Elvis presley x jerry schiling #elvis presley x jerry schilling x reader #jerry schilling x reader #jerry schilling x you #Elvis smut #Elvis imagine #Elvis fanfic #requested.

[3rddimension]

I feel like a lot of people that complain about smosh's main channel sketches how they are now are the same poeple who didn't watch old sketches when they were different. EBE at the end there was solid and especially 2020/2021 sketches were so good when we had jer/patrick and syd/olivia... Like I'm seeing people only now go back and watch them and realize they're good what's that about?

Also the great thing about smosh wanting to go a new direction is that you have a whole library of thousands of sketches you could dive back into at any moment so let us ogs enjoy this they literally just started

I think a lot of ppl are tuning in to Smosh after EBE and Smoffice ended around mid 2022. That's also including me. So yeah I kinda get where they came from but I appreciate both of the scripted and unscripted stuff so I don't have any problem with it.

Also Smosh definitely know their audience that unscripted stuff is also their moneymaker as well as the old sketch stuff. So they're figuring out to make those two existing without any conflict. Which I think we'll get the news about those soon.

[itsalola07]

"Maybe you should go home, I dont think Sally wants to see you today." Cassie said lightly, patting Jeremiah on the shoulder as she guarded the front door.

"Come on Cas, she's gonna want to see me, she always does."

"Well, normally I'd be with you, but she specifically said to 'beat away any boys from the door with a broom if I had to.' Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, I'll make it work," he sighed with a shrug, picking his bag off the porch and heading around the side. Cassie watched as he walked away, knowing he'd still get in, but this was no longer her problem, so she went back in to watch tv.

Jeremiah was used to climbing the oak tree in their yard, he had done it a lot since he had become so close with Sally, he could do it pretty quick. The issue was getting in. He could see her silouette through her blinds, so he reached out and slide open the glass of her window.

"Fuck! Who the fu -Jeremiah??!" The blinds whipped open, Sally jumping at his attempt to get in. Jeremiah quickly hopped over to the window sill to stick himself in before she had a chance to slam it shut.

"Jeremiah, you get your stupid fucking ass out of my goddamn window now or I'll push you out myself." She yelled, attempting to shove him, but he was already halfway in. He had gotten stuck before, and they figured out he could shimmey his way in if he turned his hip a certain way.  With a loud crash, he fell onto her floor, checking nothing fell out of the bag.

"Here to stay, Sal." He smirked, brushing himself off as he sat up to her bed.

"Cas! You bitch, I said no boys!!" Sally screamed loud enough that they knew she could hear.

"She did her best, that's why I snuck in, Don't be mad at her, ok?" He said a little gentler, trying not to upset her more.

"I'm not mad at her! I just dont want anyone to see me! And you're seeing me!" Sally's anger quickly shifted, as her lip quivered and there was a glimmer of unspilled tears in her eyes. She gave a gross sniffle and started to cry, plopping down next to Jer.

"I don't mind seeing you." He reassured her, putting his hand on her shoulder. She looked at him, honestly looking a mess. Her hair was down, a rarity, wearing an old ratty, pink hoody and grey sweatpants, and her face was beyond red from crying and or anger.

"I look like shit."

"You've looked fucking worse, trust me."

"Oh ha fucking ha.," the tears had stopped and she looked angry again.

"Remember the time you got in that fist fight with henderson, you looked like ground meat, way worse then."

"Sorry, no matter what you say, I'm not going to feel any less yucky than I am," she flopped back on her bed, hands resting on her stomach.

"Well I have something that will maybe help?" It peaked her interest. Jeremiah dumped the content of his bag onto her bed, her eyes lighting up. There was a large, wrapped up chocolate cupcake, some candy bars, a heating pad, and a bottle of painkillers.

"Oh my god, you're my fucking hero, holy shit, that cupcake. Give it here."

"I got ya," Jeremiah laughed, unwrapping it and handing it over, Sally immediately taking a large bite. She looked ready to cry again, but a happy cry at least.

"I don't know shit about girls periods and stuff, this shit helps, right?" Almost all of Jeremiah's friends, especially his close friends were girls, he was slowly catching on to these things.

"You have no fucking idea," she giggled, quickly finishing off the cupcake and taking out some pills for her cramps. She had a bottle of water by her bed and took some.

"Now you happy I snuck in here?"

"No, im still an ugly bitch right now. I'm on the verge of trying to beat the shit out of you."

"You're always a bitch though" Jeremiah smiled, nuding her slightly. She almost looked mad, but he saw the smile peak under the grimace and then she started laughing too.

"Fuck off." She pushed him back, and continued laughing long after he stopped, giggling uncontrollably before wincing in pain and pressing her hand on her stomach, giggling turning into crying.

Jeremiah wasn't equipped with what he was supposed to do, so he did what he knew best and pulled her close into a hug, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. She grabbed at his shirt, resting her head against his chest.

"Can I do anything?"

"You've done fucking more than enough. Honeslty, just like, whatever you're doing, please." She grumbled again him, crying stoped but still visably in pain. Jeremiah guided her so they could both properly lay down next to each other, and he did his best to hold her until she was okay to go back to snacking and smiling.

Written by: @25thhanabusa

#ocs #Jeremiah #sally

[soopkreem]

Oooo I read your hcs on Jeremy and Waylon dynamic and a bit of an idea sorta came up, it’s a little unrelated but… Do you think Jer would see Miles as some sort of replacement for Waylon and try to go after him? I feel like it becomes way too obsessive and it scares off Miles (but Jer doesn’t see it that way, he’s just gone into incel mode bc of everything that’s happened with his past relationships so far, like ‘why do you all leave me????’) or something lol

TLDR: It could happen! But I have my reasons AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP RAMBLING IM SO SORRY ANON

That could happen if we're taking the desperate route hahaha though I feel like Miles can replace Rick rather than Waylon, since they're both kinda similar, in a way. So basically RickJer is the rich and spoiled version of camerashipping.

So, if the thing with Miles really happens, I think he'd just give everything up and put up a thick wall and just do something by himself. It's up to Miles if he wants to get closer to him or not (huge possibility by the way, Miles is just THAT adamant sometimes, mainly because Jer is a former one of the leaders of a shady transnational company, and he wants to know more about Murkoff)

It's too long so I'm going to place the details of Jer's feelings about Rick and Way under the cut!

So, to put it simply following this anon's question...

It's nothing climatic tbh. He doesn't lash out or anything like that. It's just... When you knew a person would do something bad to you before they do it, and the thing really happens in the future, you feel almost numb about them. It’s juft poof all the positive and even negative feelings are gone. “I’m not surprised, but I’m still mad” kinda feeling?

He's met people with various personalities, he can predict how people would react and act based on their personalities alone. He knew Waylon would actually send the emails (he just didn't expect worse stuff will happen as well). It's almost like he has no energy to even be mad about it lol but he still wants it to be hurt as much as his efforts were gone to waste (to understand this, please read my ramble under the cut, I'm sorry,,,), so he's being petty about it,,

"Somebody's been telling stories outside of class. Mr. Waylon Park, consulting contract 8208. Software engineer with a level 3 security clearance. Graduated cum laude from Berkley, but still somehow not smart enough to realize that the last thing a fly ought to do in a spider's web is wiggle. Somehow dumb enough to think that a borrowed laptop, onion router, and firewall patch would be enough to fool the world's leading supplier of biometric security. Stupid, Mr. Park. More than stupid, in fact, that was crazy."

LIKE ITS KINDA FUNNY IF YOU THINK ABOUT HIS DIALOGUES THAT WAY. I'd love to imagine that he was genuinely surprised Waylon actually attempted to send them through a shitty plan, it was insane, so at the same time he's laughing at Way's attempt while the actual person is terrified senseless on the floor. akjaksdjkad

I think a lot about Jer and it's really embarrassing......

My take on him is pretty boring and weird, I guess? Jeremy never actually... Feel the need to befriend/love someone, he didn't expect to have one so soon - it was just that Rick and Waylon happened to be people who were close to him, so he made some efforts into their relationship, expected something more from them in return, since he trusted them. Rather than mourning over people who betrayed him, he's frustrated over the things he had sacrificed in exchange for their companionship; All the money, all the covering efforts, all the emotions, the sentiments, etc, etc, are all wasted on people like them. It's not like he's close close with them either, they're pretty much just friends with benefits to putting it in summary lol

One of my friends described it so much better but unfortunately I don't remember how he worded it so bear with me anon I'm sorry, When Jeremy watches as Rick was sent to the engine, he doesn't feel sad. Rick wasn't his friend, but he feels like something is missing - something about it made him feel betrayed - probably betrayed by himself... Even the feeling itself disturbs him because even he couldn't pinpoint what was causing it. It's between "I'm completely fine even if you die" and "I wish you were here" to put it simply. I know I'm sorry if your brain exploded there,,, emotions are complicated tbh

So... it's not really like Jer isn't capable of human emotions, but rather, it's more complicated because he views emotions as something to be suppressed because they can weaken you. Showing emotions makes him vulnerable, thus making him pile up emotions and complicates stuff because he doesn't even understand himself.

My god its 3 am rn i hope im at least making sense,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

#replies #anon #outlast hc #kt: jeremy blaire #kt: waylon park #kt: richard trager #kt: outlast

[thedragonemperess]

ScarletStrange Week Day 3: Stephen Takes Wanda In After Endgame

Wrote this in the span of an hour, lol. It's late, but better late than never, right?

Trigger warning for talks/implications of death.

Stephen watched Wanda as she looked out at the lake. At first she was talking with Clint, but he left with his family about an hour ago. Yet, she still stood there, as if frozen in time. It was ironic, really. He had given up the Time Stone, yet the effects of it still seemed to be following him.

Or maybe it was her that was doing this.

Both Wong and him could sense the magic radiating off of her. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she ended up beating Thanos, single-handledly. Yet, what was even more amazing, from what he could tell, there wasn’t a scratch on her.

“I can feel you staring, you know. You’re not very discreet,” Wanda said, suddenly, snapping Stephen out of his trance.

He glanced, briefly, at the collar of his Cloak, that straightened itself. One side pointed in Wanda’s direction, which he took as a sign to approach her. He walked up to her, silently, choosing to stand behind her and follow her gaze across the water.

She sighed, defeated, turning to face him. “What do you want, Doctor?”

“I want you to come back to the Sanctum with me.”

There was no sugarcoating it. He had picked up from Pepper what she had been through, and, combined with how strong she was, he didn’t want her by herself. The government was granting each member of Team Cap a pardon for helping to save the universe, but if she was left unsupervised, that pardon might have been taken away from her.

“Usually men are a little more subtle about inviting a girl over. They flirt a bit, buy the girl a drink,” Wanda stated, voice flat.

“I’m not-” Stephen paused, taking a deep breath.” I'm not trying to do that. I just wanted to give you a safe place to stay. A place to grieve where your powers wouldn’t put anyone in danger.”

Wanda tilted her head. “Is that what this is about? You don’t trust me?”

Stephen crossed his arms. “I trust you, it’s your powers that I don’t. You’ve been through a lot, and emotions are a wild and mysterious force, even to sorcerers. That, combined with what little control you appear to have over your powers, could end up with you or someone else getting extremely hurt. And I don’t want the world to have to deal with the death of another Avenger so soon.”

“What do you know about my powers?” Wanda snapped, causing the branches on the tree behind her to break off and fall into the water.

Stephen’s eyes darted to the tree for a second before landing back on water, her eyes now glowing a vibrant red.

“I know that they’re strong. You’re strong, Wanda. Magic is practically radiating off of you. With power like yours, you could very well rewrite reality, if given the chance. When you’re ready, I could help train you to properly control them. But until then, at least you’ll be surrounded by people similar to you.”

“And what happens if I don’t come with you?”

“I leave you alone.”

“Simple as that?”

“Well, I’ll have to keep an eye on you. Witchcraft is a rare phenomenon in the modern world, and chaos magic is even rarer. But you’ll be free to go.”

Wanda’s stare intensed, and suddenly Stephen could feel a pressense aside from his in his head. He let her search his mind. She was in search for his true intentions and what exactly she’d be in for if she went with him. He let her have the information that he wanted, but blocked her from anything else. He was lucky he found her when he did, or else the mental blocks he could create wouldn’t have been strong enough to hold her off.

“Alright, I’ll come with you. But I have a stop I want to make, first,” she said, finally, looking back at the lake.

“Bring your stuff to the Sanctum and settle down, and then I’ll take you whereever you want.”

Wanda only hummed in response, and Stephen nodded, half-heartedly. He looked back at the lake, too, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from his chest.

Wanda and Stephen walked side-by-side in the foreign town of Westview, New Jersey. Wanda didn't tell Stephen much about why they were here, other than the fact that it had something to do with Vision.

'Have you ever lost a lover before?' she had asked him when he first questioned her, and he found himself thinking back to Christine and the news that she was engaged. But she took his silence for a 'no,' and told him to drop because of that.

He didn't bring it up a second time, but now that they were here, it was starting to bother him, again.

"If you don't mind, why are we here?" he asked, hesitantly as they turned the corner.

Wanda let out a shaky breath and looked down, reaching into her jacket pocket. She pulled out a folded piece of paper and carefully unfolded it. She took a minute to read it over before handing it to Stephen. He carefully grabbed it, and Wanda stepped out of Stephen's view and onto a property.

It was a property deed, with a note signed by Vision in a heart written on it in red marker. Stephen understood why they were here, now, and his heart hurt for Wanda. She had a plan, and because of her involvement in a life she never should have had, it was all taken away. It reminded him of himself, in a way.

Wanda was slowly walking around the property, which has cement blocks lined in a layout of the first floor. Looking back at her, he could see that she was crying.

Slowly, she walked up to her, and gently put an arm around her. Wanda looked up at him, a mix of confused and thankful. He handed her the deed, which caused her to pull Stephen into a hug. She clutched into him and buried her face in his chest, letting tears that had been building up for far too long finally fall. Stephen wrapped one arm around her back and ran the other hand through her hair in an awkward attempt to comfort her.

"I do know what it's like to lose a lover. I screwed up, and when I died, I threw it all away," he said softly, and Wanda pulled him impossibly closer. "I also know what it's like to lose a sibling. My sister died when I was just a child."

Finally, she pulled away and looked up at Stephen, eyes red and puffy.

"I don't know what I'm going to do without them."

Stephen pulled her back in for another hug, hoping to convey how he felt with his actions instead of words.

"I'll help you figure it out."

#marankton speaks because why not #my writing #marvel stuff #scarletstrange #stephen strange #doctor strange #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #death mention #scarlet strange #scarletstrangeshippingweek #scarletstrangeweek

[spiritsoulandbody]

#DailyDevotion The LORD Doesn't Want To Remember Our Sins

#DailyDevotion The LORD Doesn't Want To Remember Our Sins Psalm 130 Out of the depths I call to You, O LORD. 2O LORD, listen to me calling; let Your ears be alert to hear my plea. 3If You remembered sins, O LORD, who could survive? 4But You forgive us to have us fear You. 5I wait for the LORD; I wait and look for Him to do what He said. 6I turn to the LORD more than those who watch for the morning, yes, more than those who watch for the morning. 7Israel, put your hope in the LORD; the LORD is gracious and there is unlimited forgiveness with Him. 8He will rescue Israel from all their sins. I don't know if the Psalms of ascent were sung in the order listed in the Psalter. But if they were, I could see this Psalm placement here. When they have sung this psalm they have drawn much closer to the Temple. Drawing closer to the Temple they may be feeling in themselves the pinch of guilt's tug on their conscience since the last time they've been to the Temple and offered up the sacrifice for their sins. They may feel the weight of their sins just as many do when they first come to Church knowing the presence of the LORD is there. So we and they cry out at the beginning of the service, "Out of the depths I call to You, O LORD. 2O LORD, listen to me calling; let Your ears be alert to hear my plea." The LORD God is omniscient. He knows everything. Yet, He does not want to remember our sins. If He did remember our sins, how could we survive? This is not the sort of God the devil would have us believe in. Satan would have us believe God is remembering every little peccadillo we engage in and can't wait to punish us for them. But no, the LORD lets a lot of stuff slide, even for His own name's sake. So He forgets our many sins so He can be kind to us, which is what He wants to do. The LORD forgives us so we may fear him, that is so we may revere Him. When we revere Him, we hold Him and awe and worship Him. We trust Him but we dare not take His graciousness toward us for granted. That we may know the goodness, kindness, the mercy and forgiveness of the LORD, He prepared a sacrifice for us, the LORD Jesus Christ, who was sacrificed for our sins. If we are in doubt the LORD has forgiven our sins, we need only look to the cross. But if that is not enough, He has given us pastors with the words of absolution on their lips. If we still need something more, we have the LORD's Supper, which has the blood of the New Testament in which the LORD has promised He forgives our sins and remembers them no more. (Jer. 31:31ff) So we look to the LORD continuously and wait for Him to fulfill all His promises to us. Back in the day, there were watch men who looked out over the city walls, looking for those who may want to harm the city. They would desire to see the morning because they could see clearly for a distance that they and the city were safe. We wait for the LORD in similar fashion, desiring He would fulfill all His promises to us. Finally, there is a call to put our hope in the LORD. This hope is based on His name (Ex. 34:6) which the psalmist recalls in part here. His name is gracious and unlimited forgiveness. He indeed will rescue His Israel, His Church from all their sins. He wants us to be mindful of this so He gives us multiple means of grace, the preached word, baptism, absolution, the LORD's Supper, and the mutual forgiveness shared by fellow Christians. Through these means, the LORD Jesus Christ continually hammers into our hearts, eyes, hands, and mouths the His name which is mercy, kindness, steadfast love, grace and forgiveness. We can then rejoice in it and fear Him with a proper fear of His name. Merciful and gracious Father, always forget and forgive all our sins in Christ Jesus so we may always with good and honest heart fear and worship for all Your goodness. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Read the full article

#Christ #Christianity #devotion #faith #forgiveness #gracious #Jesus #kindness #LCMS #Lutheran #Messiah

[kiankiwi]

also if its jerry who checks his diaper baby just PUSHES JERRY as hard as he can ofc, which is a lot considering he's pretty rough with him, and baby just crawls away and if we come and we're like "ok, stinky, time for a bath" bc jerry couldn't change him and baby is just this )( to having a tantrum because he hates if we pause his games

Oh it definitely takes Jerry a LOOOOOOOONG time until e is comfy changing him. But they get there we just have to drill it into him that he can trust Jerry with anything and that he only wants to help take car of him and that’s “it’s just jer” So it takes a while into regression until we introduce the idea of Jerry being tour cg so that we can stay home and watch Graceland and help Vernon and stuff so it takes a long time training Jer every which way e would respond to something and we definitely have to ask e if he’s ok with jerry just watching a change at first, then it’s questions like “is it ok if jerry does this or does this? Until they work up to a full diaper change at first he’ll only let him change pee diaper but then they work up to poo diapers as well and SLOWLY e gets comfortable with Jerry changing him but he’d still prefer you and he makes that known when he miss you on the road and Jerry just so happens to be changing him he’s like “no mama!”

[the-firebird69]

I'm happy I'm moving I'm challenged and I'm also a bit of a disaster. It's an emotional time there's a lot of fear and I have to conquer it. I'm going to a new environment with people which I'm not used to. It's going to be a trying time for me and what's happening here is ridiculous. I can't get any sleep I can't think straight and these people are complete disaster and mean as hell. And I asked for some help and this is ridiculous I can't seem to get anything done and these people are getting worse and worse every second of the day that's how it's going and we have to overcome it and it keeps getting to be a bigger mountain and I don't know if I can stand it I need people to help me

Hera

The situation is not good here it is deplorable. What these people are doing to me everyday most would not survive you would have a bit of anger and it would be over and a lot of people even Olympians have said no I don't think I could do it. So I want some assistance to make my wife have an easier day not harder we don't need any more brutality in our lives or incidence or anything to attract attention we need things to be easier and it's getting more difficult. I grew up in this atmosphere and it's getting harder I live in almost as a war zone the storm devastated this area and these people can't even find their bootstraps yet they remember how to be harsh and evil and mean. What she says is true is what I'm saying. And our team has been putting a lot of effort in but it can hardly be seen or sensed with all this negative stuff in our lives we're just barely making it it is hard to differentiate from other things. It's not funny anymore. I want her to have help then right now I want volunteers for the duty and for any tour but to relocate her and to bring her to her new home and to have her feel welcome and to see that she is and of course am offering things and items to those who send groups let me know what you need and I will help you because that is our way. Some of us don't have everything and this is war and if I can help you I'm helping myself too if you can help my wife you're helping you everybody. If you need thanks you let me know fighter jets jers for space. And I have calls and good

Zues

Yes I said that last line. And it's my husband. And our people helping and good I can hear that too not great though. I will need some help moving, and he says to me don't you want to see people and who they are so I see what hes saying. I wouldn't let you go, I need you so they're us all there is to it. And he said that last line sometimes you want he's my husband and I can tell any of you rodents trying to sneak up there you can get hit.

Hera

It's funny I guess cuz you're trying to sneak up there and imitate him and stuff is laughing because don't try to imitate me, is as you can hear inside and sounds different and we screwed right away

So it's even funnier because she knows and it's funny because it's hard to imitate him and we think it's easy

Bja

That's one thing that tormenting me with. The other is he says do you want to be fighting through him. And he sings the song sometimes when we touch because it's really good at it but that's what I say.... Baby says we're young but it's us who. You used to call me baby I didn't mind it but he was saying it as a term of endearment and new people are jerks you need to move too. And you're gonna. We hit you pretty good and you suck pretty bad you are abnormally stupid and really really bad at this it's hilarious it's like watching someone that you consider to be stupid try and lie it's terrible bja, and Trump oh my God you're a disaster something is apple juice out they said give me something and he's good I'll give you something LOL sarcastically stupid he was going to hit you and Ken was too and you're a moron ken says. It's just like my husband says you people are drunk and Satanist and it does not mix it really does not what you're doing you're almost gone and my husband is using you up to every last drop and it works from mountainside to mountainside taking huge huge areas was your nasty nasty yap. He says it like oddly he says s*** you are dumb! As in you're so stupid you don't know enough to shut your mouth and you are insane a****** about it and you end up dead. It's no fun being so stupid that you're dumb and dead you say you're having fun you're a moron we need you out of the way and he came up with a way he has a threatening War on the surface and you stupid because this guy Tommy f wanted that still on cakes so you're so f****** dumb. We're going to get rid of you now so you're stupid freaking talk you can't stand you Tommy f as well and yes I'm asking my people for assistance it's not you you bozo all right Tommy f.

I'm getting ready to relocate I'm feeling much better not going to let these assholes win my husband is helping me and he's got a whole troubadour coming and he's using old language which means that he's doing it and father and mother are helping

Hera

We're going to help you now to see what is pretty out there and we do know this he is doing it and he is helping people and it does help the war and it helps to relocate her and this is been occurred for a long time someone would put out pay to other groups of ours to do exact jobs like this because it helps them psychologically and it gets done so we're approving it and it's going out and people are amazed he can deliver tons of stuff very fast and he needs personnel and he needs a lot of them so please sign people who have some experience couple months at least and sign more on immediately and we need a ton of troops to do this whenever and what what they're saying is he can't tell her to control it all and he says well these people are a mess and that's what we need them to be and they're going to be a harsh sounding chemicals but there's going to be a lot less of them. And she wants to sleep in the same bed and he says you're going to have to teach you how to do that and we've been alone for so long she says you're actually right it kind of a pain. I act like little Kingsley and it says you need a king size bed and he gets it now this is smiling is the other ways to do it no. Says I'm a huge lug but really she loves it and wants him to be near him and of course he says yes. And we've done it before she says he's fine. The bed was small it's actually the size of the one he's on so it's a little bit hard but now you like to be with me you can talk about things quickly. It was so much fun I'm trying to send some gobbledegook to you, she sees it remembers him his expressions I have my friend here and I really never have one. And that was that way too it's not harming me it's not going to and these people are obnoxious to both of us. Look around hopeless I said how are you going to earn money with all these people bothering this s*** out of us. And I said well it's attention we could get money with that and it was you from the future so I'm a real little boy but I asked all the pertinent questions I started smiling. You went near to me and said I don't care I'm going to stay with you and I'll sudden I start :-) and I feel great. And this is what's going on no he's helping me for real this time and it's telling me to and now I see it it's volunteers a huge Force and they're saying some stupid things and one of them is true take a guess.

Hera

Zues

yes I narrated the top we did. But there are a lot of troops. And Frank Castle Hardcastle says that we are to go and intercept people now much more and we were but we understand we need the Intel and we're doing a maneuver as well but really it's for the relocation we need to understand a lot of things and what our son just said is very important really is everything they've got to take over Titan there's a few reasons for it we know what they are. There's another reason that we're relocating you and you should get the schedule.

Thor Freya

I knew about it and I forgot and now I'm saying this I know what I'm going to do with that and he says no reason not to we have a system at least that's true and it would verify and that's also true so we're going to go ahead with it and I can hear them talking and talking through me a little and he apologize and I said it's all right I understand what's going on. It's a breather. I'm pissing you off on purpose whatever and I'm teaching pushing off the bed he says it was not that bad at all and I was not pushy and didn't want more room I was on the outside of the top punk and I never complained what they said thank you for being with me and I'm sorry you on the outside of the I said this it's so I can spring into action and you see me run around but really I have a lot stronger than he is but I'm juiced up no just when I move into it and yeah that little body can move I mean it could move coloring powers and a decent figure and want some runner. They saw me running and stuff but didn't think anything of it and when I'm on my own I tried test out what I can do I have to actually escape but so I'd run real fast I'm running at 80 mph one day I'm slow down and said he can do 80 in his body so I'm trying to do it where I am and I got it up there this is less gravity but it's still impossible for most so I feel great and they said it to most these people can't do it and they're pushing everybody on Earth around, they congratulated me and said that one of our country is world famous for it and then I have a runner and I've been doing it all the time and that he wants to help me go faster and I said he's got a wife and my husband said something funny my husband says something funny he said she's not with someone right now it's a guy and he loves me I'm supposed to be the guy it was close to that so who's enforcing that oh that's me. He's working and he's doing all sorts of things is that a weird frame of mind but he caught on pretty quick. And he's married and that would be a guy and then she's a girl and oh wait a minute. We're good together and we do a lot of work it says you're my friend and I want to be with you I agree is there a good job now not to wake him up but I felt depressed this morning a little bit and he says your daddy's still around and this is how they live but you not going to live that way you're going to be having a decent life now. So I'm saying I'm up for it and I am and now I'm saying that I'm really up for it and you're telling me what I'm going to be doing with them too and I understand that it's going to be a lot to see and a lot to learn and none of these people would never do it except for people very close and then every restricted like crazy so I can see and hear and do and they're crazy about it I will tell he says when we were down there he just couldn't ask but I was very nice it says it's kind of like a little bit more difficult than that and it is and he learned later all of it and it's much different and more difficult than he thought. He's going to help people a lot I'll see what I'm saying.

Hera

Zues

She stole the show again I was on top again but that was a Freya. We have a large Army it's growing for the task, and it's getting much much larger now and soon it'll be making proportion and we need it in a requested it we're not there yet it's a once in a lifetime opportunity

Thor Freya

All ours are requested to sign up for this duty and to do it now is offered things in exchange for it and we are offering as well so please come if you have need I would love to give you things to help your your people and arm them and to grow your armies and to defend them please come to us now

Olympus

[simptasia]

like, jokes aside, daniel faraday (and jeremy davies in general) doesn’t whisper all the time. he speaks softly, he has a distinctive and gentle voice

#it's on the border between soothing and uncomfortable. gives me ASMR sometimes. like thats not a joke thats happened to me #having watched a lot of stuff jer is in #i find he sometimes is like #soft voice soft voice soft voice SUDDENLY LOUD soft voice soft voice #its pretty jarring and sounds like it takes all his strength to do so #but not really #when he yelled BOURBON NOW in ravenous i fucking jumped. espech because his character in that in mostly nonverbal #anyways i don't really have a point here #im just thinking #i daydream about the sci trio a lot so this was on my mind

[ssickprimus]

Are there any cute moments in Jerry and Rick's relationship? And if there is, which ones?

this depends on what we determine as cute here.

i picture, that a lot of like ‘sweet’ things between them are always hidden in plain sight, but they’re all very small and prob insignificant for anyone, but them. like idk. rick helping jer to fix his car is kinda cute for me (happened in canon). or jer baking smth special for rick, specifically. an old recipe and whatnot. then, rick remembering jer’s favorite song, or even perhaps, remembering his favorite part/lyrics, to the point, where he can quote it. or smth like, rick not switching a chanell, bc there is that one movie, that jer loves and it’s on.

and ah, on more grounded level (pun fully intended), jerry picking rick from the floor, when he’s too hammered to even move. listening to him ramble, while he forcefully hauls him to his room and helps him to undress. and i do think, that sometimes, rick in that like borderline delirious state, when he clings to jer and tells him, that he’s sorry and that this or the other thing just happened, and jerry not always, if ever, knows what he talks about. or what he means. but he never brings it up in the morning, or at all. bc it feels personal. and they do keep one another’s secrets. so that’s cute for me too. nothing more intimate, than burying that kind of hatchet together. esp if it’s the most honest, intense sort of confession or an apology. even if it was addressed to no one in particular. or to him, maybe? sometimes? mmm…

rick isn't the sort of person, who can be ‘happy’ easily. he always overthinks everything. and he always has some sort of reason why smth sucks. but jerry is kinda the opposite, he doesn’t seem to focus on negativity too much. mostly, bc it would crush him the second he did. it’s way more simple for jer to find smth to entertain himself with and rick would eventually want to be part of it, even if mostly out of pettiness. they would go to pick some cheap decorations for christmas in walmart as whole fam, but eventually it’ll be just rick and jer arguing over smth dumb lol. i mean, i do find their bickering endearing in a way. they’re like an old married couple. i always kinda refer to jer as rick’s second wife in the back of my mind. just makes sense to me!

and, while rick can always take jer someplace nice, i feel like they do find a lot of comfort in domestic earthy setting. maybe, it has smth to do with their odd psychological fetish for family play. rick having a beer, and jerry cleaning the house, bc he’s jobless or bc betch vet mcg is too drunk or smth. but rick & jer used to one another’s habits, they would know the exact place the other person’s stuff is lying at, but i do think, that they would mess with it on purpose. just to let each other know, that they touched it lol.

or jerry would leave rick some aspirin and water, when he has a hangover. and also leave rick notes on the fridge, and most of them be typed out, printed lol. and this is just how rick can already tell, it’s jerry’s note. so oddly pedantic for no reason, haha. but maybe, jer started doing it, bc rick always complains how he can’t make out anyone’s handwriting. he’s drunk like 78% of the time, and the rest, he’s hangover or high. can see how it’ll be hard for him to read. what i’m trying to say, that rick & jer’s co-existing can be cute on its own. i don’t think, that they argue as much as the series makes it out to be. at least, i don’t think, that it’s always that loaded and bitter.

and to think about it, in canon there are also places for glimpses of rick doing smth just to be nice to jer. like erasing his memories, even making it so retro style, bc jer would understand it easier. and it suits him more. watching a tv with him, when they’re both down and don’t feel like talking about anything. making a whole playground for jerry, taking in account things, that he likes. making it 100% safe too. sewing jer a pair of pants, prob already knowing his exact size of hips and height lol. opening jars for him, bc jerry’s noodle arms are pretty thin and useless.

maybe some folks look for always big events to call cute or important, but ah, the devil always in the details. a lot of 'big' gestures in the end don't save the drive, and the emotion that lead to making them can differ. but here? they have smth to reflect on and to return to.

#ask #jerrick #i rambled a tad #and sorry that it took me so long to reply to some stuff lol #i'm not dead #just restin

[charlies-gillespie]

it’s okay not to be okay | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: reader is having a bad mental health day so Charlie tries to do what he can to help her

length: short to medium

rating: PG

warnings: mentions of anxiety, an anxiety attack, some angsty content (but also some fluffy content)

!! NOT MY GIF !!

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authors note: may is mental health month. i wanted to write a little something to maybe help someone understand what they can do if someone they know is having a bad day or struggling with their mental health. and if you’re struggling, please know that it’s okay not to be okay and to please ask for help if you need it

Your alarm screams at you to wake up. You sigh, rolling over and turning it over. Once it’s off, you roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. You think about the day ahead and lose motivation the more you lay and think about your day.

You have virtual interviews with all day with your boyfriend and Julie and the Phantoms co-star, Charlie Gillespie. He’s supposed to be here any minute. The thought of him knocking on the door sends your anxiety skyrocketing. Interviews are not your strong suit. You try to avoid them as often as you can, or you get someone you’re comfortable with to do them with you. Today, even the thought of doing an interview makes your hands shake.

It’s about eight in the morning and you can already tell that it’s going to be a rough day. You can’t even get out of bed this morning and you’re already feeling unmotivated. All you’ve done is turn off your alarm and your hands are sweaty.

There’s a buzz that comes from the table that makes you jump. You see Charlie’s contact pop up on your phone and you grab the device. You answer it, putting the phone on speaker and resting it on your chest. “Hey,” you sigh.

“Hi,” Charlie says. “I just pulled up to your house. Is everything ready to go for interviews today?”

With a nod, you say, “Yeah. I turned my stream room into a little studio. My streaming gear has turned into interview gear.”

Charlie says, “I’m on my way in. Can you come open the door? I have breakfast for us before our first interview in a little bit.”

You swallow and say, “Yeah. I’m on my way down now.”

The line goes dead. You push yourself to get up out of bed. You rub your face and walk down the stairs. Your first interview is in about 30 minutes and you’re nowhere near ready.

When you open the door, you see Charlie standing at your door with his laptop in one hand and a bag full of iHop food for breakfast. He looks you up and down in your pajamas and says, “We have a Pop Buzz interview in less than 30 minutes and you’re not ready?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, not being able to make eye contact with Charlie. “Sorry.”

Your boyfriend walks inside and he says, “Let’s go get you dressed, eh?”

You close the door and say, “But you brought over breakfast to eat before the first interview.”

Charlie puts the iHop bag down on the coffee table in the living room, as well as his laptop, before he says, “We can heat it up after the first interview is done. One thing at a time, Y/N.”

He laces his fingers with yours and walks you upstairs. You blink as you walk with him, slightly confused. You walk into your bedroom and walk to your closet. Charlie sits on your bed, looking at you as you raid your closet for something you can wear.

In the end, you find a Sunset Curve t-shirt and sweatpants because you don’t feel like getting dressed up. The t-shirt is white with black writing and it cut to look like a crop top. The sweats are black and loose on your body. You’re pretty sure you stole these from Charlie because they’re huge on you. You tie your hair up into a messy bun and turn toward Charlie.

“Look at you,” your boyfriend says. “You look very comfortable and very cute in my sweatpants.”

You say, “So these are your sweatpants.”

Charlie laughs and kisses the side of your head before saying, “I was looking for those all over my apartment. You can keep them though. You look cute in them.”

The two of you head downstairs. You walk into your streaming room. Charlie follows you inside. He’s been in here before but he’s never learned how to use any of this stuff.

You sit in your gaming chair and Charlie pulls up another chair to sit beside you.

“Zoom?” you ask, turning on your PC.

He nods and pulls out his phone. “The code was sent to our emails,” Charlie says. You log into your work email and find the code. The interview starts in five minutes. Your heart races and your hands shake as you type on your computer.

After getting Zoom up on your PC, you stare at the mouse hovering above the “join with video” button. Quickly, you turn to Charlie and say, “I can’t.”

Charlie looks at you and asks, “You can’t what?”

You can feel your breathing speed up as you say, “The interview. Charlie, I can’t.”

He realizes what’s going on and he takes your hands in his. “Y/N,” he says softly. “You can do it. It’s just having a conversation, okay? You can have conversations. Don’t think of it like an interview and think of it as a conversation. I’ll be right here and you can hold my hand during the whole thing. You know Owen, Jer, Madi, Sav, and Sacha will all be on the screen in front of you. You’ll do amazing.”

With some reassurance from Charlie, you nod but stay quiet. He gives you a reassuring smile before he takes over, clicking the button to join the call. You scoot your chair closer to Charlie. “Where am I looking, by the way,” he asks.

You point at the little camera in front of the ring light that you have on. You and Charlie join the Zoom. Owen says, “Look who showed up thirty seconds before the interview starts.”

Charlie quickly hushes his best friend and the interview starts. Throughout the whole thing, you’re rubbing your hands on your sweats and constantly looking over at Charlie. The interviewer thinks it’s cute that you keep looking at Charlie, but the interviewer doesn’t know it’s because you’re right on the verge of another anxiety attack. The smile on your face is very obviously fake but no one questions it. Charlie does most of the talking.

As soon as everyone says their goodbyes after the interview, Charlie quickly presses the “leave meeting” button. As soon as you’ve both left the meeting, you exhale the breath you’ve been holding in for most of the interview.

Concerned, your boyfriend asks, “How are you doing?”

“I hate it,” you admit. “But it’s part of my job.”

He stands up and says, “You did really good. I know how anxious these interviews are for you but you did it, Y/N. I’m so proud.”

A little smile forms on your face and you ask, “Can we heat up the iHop now?”

Charlie laughs and nods. You stand up and take his hand.

***

After several more anxiety inducing interviews later, you finally get about two hours off. You find yourself curled up on the couch with your chin on your knees. You have no idea why these interviews are so anxiety inducing today. You love acting, you usually love talking to people about acting and singing. You have to push yourself through every interview, you don’t look as good as you probably should for these interviews.

Your boyfriend finds you on the couch but your mind is so busy, you don’t notice him as he sits beside you. “Baby,” Charlie says, trying to get your attention. “Hey, Y/N.” You look over at him and he brushes something away from your cheek. “Baby, why are you crying?”

Confused, you say, “I’m not crying.”

Charlie blinks at you and says, “Your cheeks are wet. Talk to me.” He rests a hand on your knee and looks at you.

With a sigh, you say, “I’m frustrated. I’m frustrated that I have days where I have to push myself to do things. I’m frustrated that doing my job gives me anxiety. When I have these days, I contemplate why I’m an actress when talking about my job, while part of my job, gives me anxiety.”

He listens to every word that you say before he begins to talk.

“Y/N, baby, you’re an actress because it’s what you love to do,” Charlie tells you. “It’s the same reason you’re a singer. You love to do it. You’ll have these days sometimes, and that’s okay, but Y/N, I know you. You are the strongest person I know. Whatever’s going today, you’ll get through it. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

This is the man that you fell in love with. This is the man that you hope to marry one day. He doesn’t run when you’re having a bad day. Charlie is the person you go to when you’re having one of these days and he’ll come over to help you through it.

You scoot closer to Charlie and rest your head on his shoulder. You close your eyes and you say, “I don’t deserve you, Charlie.”

Charlie kisses the side of your head and says, “You deserve the world. After these last two interviews today, you and I are having a movie night in bed with lots of cuddles and kisses.”

“Cuddles and kisses?” you repeat, looking up at Charlie.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips before he says, “Lots and lots of cuddles and kisses.”

You press your forehead to Charlie’s cheek, closing your eyes. Charlie wraps his arms around your curled up body.

The day gets just a little bit easier after Charlie promises kisses and cuddles after the interviews are over. You love and appreciate that Charlie doesn’t run from the relationship when you’re sad or anxious. He embraces it and helps you through the rough days.

That night, after all the interviews are over for the day, you do lay in bed and you watch The Space Between Us on Netflix while cuddled up with Charlie. You’ve been like this for a few hours now and a thought has been on your mind.

“Charlie,” you say, looking up at your boyfriend.

He looks down at you and asks, “What’s up? Need something?”

You move until you’re on your stomach against Charlie’s side. You say, “I don’t want you to go.”

Your boyfriend says, “If you want me to stay the night then I will. I don’t have any plans tonight.”

“No, I mean I don’t want to have to say goodbye to you in the morning,” you say. “I want to fall asleep beside you every night and wake up beside you every morning.”

Charlie pushes a piece of hair out of your face and he asks, “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

You say, “I don’t want to call you to come over when I’m having a bad day when you could already be here. I have half a closet and half a bed that aren’t being used, plus lots of room on my bathroom counter.”

He laughs and says, “Yes, baby. I’ll move in with you. I wouldn’t mind falling asleep with you in my arms or waking up to your cute face every morning.”

A soft laugh escapes your lips and you say, “Good, because I would love it if I could fall asleep in your arms every night. Starting tonight.”

“Starting tonight,” Charlie assures you. You smile and snuggle up to your boyfriend. He securely wraps his arms around your shoulders and you close your eyes, feeling at home and safe in Charlie’s arms.

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Can I request a imagine where Charlie Gillespie in Canada filming Julie and The Phantoms netflix show but with his girlfriend aka reader but He and Jeremy and Owen are dress as clowns for Madison Reys’s halloween party but the boys want to scare the reader and she was in the bedroom getting dress as Stitch from Lilo and Stitch disney movie.

Halloween

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Word Count: 2,097

A/N: I know I haven’t written in a while but this might be my favorite one I’ve written so far. I changed it a bit since misread “bedroom” but I hope you like either way

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Halloween. The spookiest time of the year. However, for you this was the most wonderful time of the year. Your boyfriend was currently filming the first season of his new show, Julie and the Phantoms.

Halloween is your favorite day of the year and it sucks that you’re supposed to spend it far away from him. You decided to book a flight last minute to surprise him. The only person you told was his roommate and best friend, Owen.

“He’s going to be so excited to see you. He won’t shut about you and hopefully this will stop him for a little while,” Owen says over the phone.

“Haha iI can’t wait to see him and I especially can’t wait to finally meet you in person.” You and Owen have been talking a lot ever since he answered Charlie’s phone when FaceTiming and after Charlie found his phone, you and him exchanged numbers.

“I know FaceTime’s fun and all but now we can bully Charlie together in person” He replies.

“Hey remember he’s still my boyfriend. I can’t be mean to him all the time. I call you when my plane lands, okay?”

“Alright I’ll see you then. But (Y/N)!”

“Bye Owen!”

After what feels like ages you board the plane and a then after 8 hours and 1 stop you finally make it to Vancouver. You take a few moments to collect yourself and then call Owen to let him know you’re here. You grab your stuff from the baggage claim and grab a coffee from Tim Norton’s for a pick me up. Sitting on a plane for a full work shift can really drain the energy out of a person.

It doesn’t take long for you to hear someone call out your name.

“Y/N)!!! Over here!” You turn around and see Owen standing there and you run over and give him a hug.

“Owen! Oh my god!” After a minute you let go and he can’t help but grin at the big smile on your face, the face that Charlie won’t stop talking about. He never misses a moment to tell his co stars about how gorgeous you are and how much he loves your smile.

“Okay so I’m thinking we stop by the apartment and drop your stuff off and then head to set. We’re in the middle of filming but I may have asked Kenny if I could take a break to get something to eat.” You chuckle at that before answering.

“Actually I was wondering if we could just go right to set. I can’t spend another minute without Charlie.”

“Good. I can. So please take him from me.”

You laugh at that and spend the entire car ride counting the moments till you see your boyfriend again.

Owen parks the car and you don’t spare a moment jumping out of the car and running towards the closest door before realizing you have no idea where you're going. You stop and turn waiting for Owen.

“C'mon let’s head to the main stage. That's where they were when I left.” You follow Owen to a group of people.

“Hey guys have you seen Charlie anywhere?”

“No why?”

“This is his girlfriend, (Y/N)! She’s surprising him.”

“Oh my gosh! You’re (Y/N)? He’s going to be so excited. He never shuts up about you!” A girl with long blonde hair says.

“Yeah he might explode,” A guy wearing a leather jacket replies.

“Yeah I’m sorry about that. Hopefully it’s all good things.”

“Definitely. That boy is 100% in love with you. I’m Savannah.”

“And I’m Jeremy”

“The third phantom and Carrie right? He talks about you guys all the time too”

“Well this is fun but we need to go find Charlie before he sees you first.” Owen drags me in a different direction. You wave to Savannah and Jeremy hoping to talk to them more.

You see that you end up at Charlie’s trailer and Owen knocks on the door.

“Coming!” You hear on the other side and your heart leaps. It’s him. Owen pushes you behind him.

“Owen! Where’d you go running off to? That was a king lunch, dude.”

“Oh you know just out.”

“Well it must’ve been good enough for Kenny to stop production until you got back. All that was left was your stuff with BooBoo. Mads is getting here soon.” You start to feel bad for causing them to stop filming.

“Oh believe me it was. I have a surprise for you.”

“Please! No more dead birds!”

“No it’s good I swear! Close your eyes”

“I don’t wanna-!”

“CLOSE YOUR EYES!”

“Fine!” Charlie closes his eyes and Owen pushes you right in front him.

“Okay...Open!”

Charlie opens his eyes expecting something gross but is completely in awe of the view in front of him.

“Wait…(Y/N)? How are you even here right now? What? How? I don’t even know what to say!”

“Just kiss me you dork.” He doesn’t say anything just wraps you in his arms and gives you the biggest kiss possible. You kiss him back and just soak in the moment of you two. It feels like there’s no one else around and forget about where you are.

“Okay...I’m going to go leave and find Kenny.”

Charlie lets go and just stares at you in shock. “That son of a bitch went to the airport didn’t he?” You just nod chuckling to yourself. “I’m sorry but oh my god. I can’t believe your standing here right now.”

“Neither can I. Last week I was missing you so much and Owen convinced me to get a ticket.”

“Well you came just in time. We’re having a Halloween party tomorrow night and now you can come! Everyone’s going to be so excited. You’re all I can talk about.”

“So I’ve heard. I better live up to the expectations huh?”

“You already are just by being you...God I love you.” He kisses you again.

You spend the rest of the day watching him film scenes and meeting the rest of the cast. They were all so nice and welcoming. You kinda regret leaving your stuff in Owens truck but you had to Charlie to help you unpack so it didn’t take too long. After that the three of you went out for dinner and then cuddled with Charlie the rest of the night Because of the party everyone had a later call time. This meant more time with Charlie.

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed but a noisy apartment. You walk out of the room to see Charlie and Owen arguing over a pan of burnt eggs.”

“Good morning, old married couple. What’s going on? It’s too early for this shit.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but SOMEBODY decided to let the breakfast I was making you burn.”

“How is this my fault?”

“I asked you to watch over it while I went to the bathroom and I came back out to you going live and not even paying attention.”

“Well sorry I got distracted but you were in there a long time.”

“It wasn’t that king oh my god!”

“Boys!! Stop arguing,” You walk up behind Charlie to give him a hug, “It’s okay. Thank you for the breakfast, baby.”

“I’m sorry for him over there. It would’ve been amazing.”

“Amazing or Charlie amazing. I saw the peanut butter out?” Owen says staring at Charlie.

“Oh...maybe it was a good thing they got ruined. You eat some weird food babe.”

“Hey! Who’s side are you on?” Charlie says low key offended but he can’t stay mad too long. “Whatever, we'll just get Starbucks or something. Are you coming to set babe?”

“I was actually thinking about going to the store to find a last minute costume. What are you going as?”

“It’s gonna be a surprise. We’re not telling anyone.”

“We?”

“Yeah. Jer, Charlie, and I are gonna match.” Owen replies.

“Oh god. I hope it wasn’t Charlie’s idea.”

“What is this? Pick on Charlie day?”

“No it’s Halloween! Best day of the year. Tomorrow is Pick on Charlie Day.” You laugh at Owen.

“Which reminds me I have to go to get a good costume.” You go back to Charlie’s room to get dressed before saying goodbye to the two idiots.

“I’ll see you later! Bye I love you!”

“I love you too!” Owen yells back.

“She was talking to me. Love you!”

“I don’t think so. She loves me more.” You hear them start to argue again and you leave quickly.

At the store you find a cute Lilo costume that there was one left of. You also buy a Scrump backpack and a little Stitch plush to carry with you (plus that fits in the bag so your hands don’t get tired. Spirit Halloween really has it all.

Charlie said to get to set around 6 and gives you the address of the school around 6 since that’s when they were supposed to done filming. You go through the door you and Owen walked through the day before. You start following the decorations until you get to the Cafeteria. You start to recognize people from yesterday. You see Sav is Kim Possible. Madison as the devil and Jadah as an angel. Sacha was also a devil. You look around but don’t see the three boys. You haven’t known Jeremy long but if he is willing to along with Charlie and Owens' plan he must be just as big as a doofus as them. After about 20 minutes you go to find a bathroom.

You look in the mirror fixing your dress and we’re fixing your eyeliner until the light turns off. You look around confused, feeling your way around. You got close to the light and feel a person.

“Hello?” You whisper.

You just hear footsteps walking slowly toward you.

“This is it. This is when I die.” You think to yourself. You walk backwards before feeling another body behind you.

You close your eyes to accept fate before seeing some light against your eyelids.

You open your eyes and see three scary ass looking clowns in front of you. You scream and run out the door. You take a moment against the hallway wall before realizing there were three people missing in the party. You wait hoping they would walk out soon. You see the door open and see one of the boys step out. Not caring which one it was you walk up against the door so they couldn’t see you. When you see his face you yell, “BOO!”

The clown screams and runs out pulling the rest of them behind him.

“Not so fun is it?” You let yourself be seen.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I didn’t think that Owen was going to turn out the lights.” Charlie said walking slowly up to her.

“You wanted to scare her. It’s a small room and there's not many options.”

“Still I’m so sorry.”

“I actually thought I was going to die. I’ve never been more terrified in my life. Why would you do that?”

“I thought it would be funny.”

“Funny to watch your girlfriend terrified is it?”

“(Y/N)...I don’t know how to be anymore sorry.”

“Yeah we're really sorry.” Jer says hoping to calm the situation down.

“Yeah really sorry.” He was going to say something sarcastic but saw how traumatized you actually looked.

“It’s okay. I mean it is Halloween. I should have expected something like this from the three of you.”

Charlie walks the rest of the way to you and gives you a hug and kisses you on the head. He feels you calm down and says “You look really cute.”

“Thanks you don’t at all but it’s okay.”

“Hey you said Pick on Charlie day was tomorrow.” You smile before pulling away from Charlie and yell “Hey Owen!”

“Yeah?”

“Charlie just agreed to tomorrow being Pick on Charlie Day!”

“He did? Cmon lets tell everyone!” You run after him back to the cafeteria.

“Wait no I didn’t!!! (Y/N)! OWEN!!” Charlie just shakes his head knowing it wouldn’t do anything.

Later that night everyone got a text saying this:

This is your healthy reminder that 11/1 is now officially Pick on Charlie day! To celebrate, please spend the whole day picking on Charlie Gillespie. I hope you have a wonderful holiday.

Let’s just say when the next year came around, the fans had a field day and Charlie was not a happy camper.

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A/N: oh look another 2 am post! Anyway I hope you liked it!

- Maddie xx

#julie and the phantoms #charlie gillespie #jeremy shada #julie and the himbos #owen joyner #madison reyes #charlie gillespie x reader #savannah lee may

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Wedding Season - j.benn

requested [] yes [x] no

— • being the best friend of Tyler Seguin’s new bride, leads to a deep connection with his friend, Jamie • —

word count: 9.1K

From the moment you got the news that Savannah was engaged to her boyfriend, Tyler, you’ve been dreading the wedding, well, part of the wedding. Savannah, your best friend since you could barely talk, to say she hated your boyfriend, Jeremy, would be an understatement. She could hardly stand to be in the same room as him–she was only letting him come since you were dating him–and with you being in the bridal party, that meant he would have to watch you walk arm in arm with a groomsman. Savannah-Sav, as most people called her, was thrilled about it, despite your protests, you knew it wasn’t worth while, it was her wedding anyways, you wouldn’t push her on it any longer. “I paired you with the cutest groomsman.” Sav giggled before sipping on her wine, your eyes snapped up to hers, “you what?!” You gasped, Tyler looked over from the couch where he was watching hockey highlights, she brushed him off. “Sav, why? You know I’m already going to be dealing with Jeremy being protective, you could’ve given me the least attractive one.” You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face as she painted your toe nails, she chastised you for moving in her grip. “You know, he shouldn’t be protective over you like that, it’s not normal.” She whispered, death gripping your foot. Tyler tuned into the conversation. “Yeah, Y/N, Jeremy is an asshole.” He piped up, ducking when his fiance threw the nail clippers at him. “Ty!” Sav groaned, giving him an exasperated look as you sunk into your seat. “I love him.” You whispered, and Sav’s face softened, “oh, honey.” She sighed, “ok.” She gave in–for the time being at least. Just like clock work, your phone rang, a picture of you and Jeremy covering your screen, she moved away from you as you answered, grabbing her wine and trudging over to bother Tyler while you spoke to your boyfriend.

“Hello?” You answered, picking at your shirts hem, “when are you coming over?” He questioned blatantly, you held back your annoyance, not wanting to give Sav any more motive to dislike him. “I’m with Sav tonight, remember? Getting the last of the wedding stuff together.” You reminded him, plastering a smile on your face when Sav caught your eye, Tyler looking on wearily. “All you’ve been doing is helping her with that damn wedding, I need attention too.” He mumbled like a child, you held in a sigh, “I know, babe, I’ll be there in an hour or so.” You assured him and Sav sighed, shaking her head as she walked past you into the kitchen, dumping the rest of her wine down the sink. She came over and began to finish painting your toenails as Jeremy ranted over the line. “Listen, we’ll talk when I get there, ok?” You cut him off, regretting it slightly when he scoffed. “Yeah, whatever.” And the line went dead. “Y/N-” “Don’t Sav.” You snapped, placing your feet on the ground when she put the cap on the polish. “What did he say?” She questioned, looking up at you with that face, the face that said you should leave him. But she doesn’t get it, you love him, it’s easy, you know what gets him going and what calms him down, you don’t want to learn someone all over again. It’s just easier this way.... “Nothing, uh, I’m gonna head out, I’m sorry.” You spoke softly, gathering your things, feeling terrible when she didn’t even try to stop you, she simply nodded, placing herself down on Tyler’s lap, curling into his protective grip. It made you freeze in your spot, Jeremy wouldn’t do that–No, stop Y/N, don’t compare your relationship.

Tyler looked up at you as his phone lit up, he muttered something to Sav, who solemnly nodded, keeping her eyes on your retreating figure. You were too busy looking at your feet as you walked to your car that you didn’t see the guy walking up the driveway until it was too late. You clipped his foot, “oh my god, I’m sorry.” You rushed, looking up at him, you could tell right away that he wasn’t angry, especially as his eyes took in your flushed cheeks and glossed over eyes. “It’s ok.” He mumbled, smiling softly, but you didn’t return it as you continued to your car, leaving him perplexed on who you were, and why you were leaving Tyler’s house in tears. He didn’t mean to stare, he really didn’t, but his eyes couldn’t pull themselves off your slumped figure in your car as you took shaky breaths. He began to worry, should they be letting you leave like this, “Jamie?” Tyler called from the doorway, he followed his friends gaze and his face fell. “Is she ok?” Jamie questioned, never faltering his gaze, even when you looked up and met his eyes. You managed a teary smile as you finally put your car in reverse, pulling out of the driveway. “Well, she will be, it’s complicated, but you just met the girl you’re walking with at the wedding.” Tyler sighed, placing a hand on his friends shoulder. “I-what? Really?” Jamie gasped softly, finally turning to Tyler, “don’t get too excited, she has a boyfriend, if you can call him that…” he explained, Jamie hid his disappointment with a shrug, “sounds complicated.” He laughed softly, turning to Tyler with a smile, “put me to work, I know you brought me over here for a reason.” He gave him a lazy smile, still surprised that Tyler was going to be married before him.

The guys spent the rest of the night helping Sav finish up her projects for the wedding, despite Tyler’s protests, she wanted some things hand made by herself for the wedding.

***

“Jeremy?” You called into his apartment, getting no response, you sighed, trudging into the slightly dirty place. “Jer?” You called again, shutting the door behind you. He grumbled in response, “sleeping.” You followed his voice to the living room, he was laid out on his couch, reruns of The Simpsons on in the background. “Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll just head out.” You assured him, you wanted him to wake up and tell you to stay, to pull you down to lay with him, like you’ve seen Tyler do so many times with Sav. But he didn’t, he only nodded, giving you a lazy, not very good kiss. You pushed your thoughts aside, he mumbled a love you as he walked to his bedroom, you repeated the words, feeling a small pang in your chest. Surely it had to be all the negative things you’ve been told, they were just getting to your head. That’s all, right? Three years, you’d been with him, it wasn’t easy to just throw out that type of relationship. “Don’t forget to lock the door.” He shouted, you couldn’t even mutter a response, fearing how shaky your voice would come out. You, of course, locked the door on your way out, forcing yourself to keep it together, your emotions were everywhere…

***

The day of the wedding came, and you were helping Sav and her mom get her into the dress, the back being full zipper and buttons, “I’m nervous.” Sav admitted as you walked around to the front of her, you could tell she was on the brink of tears, by the way her voice cracked slightly. “It’s ok to be nervous, it’s a huge commitment, but he’s amazing, Savannah, you know that.” You assured her, grabbing a tissue and very carefully dabbing under her eyes. “Don’t ruin your makeup.” You chastised, the photographer capturing the moment between you two. Sav nodded but then suddenly her face ran pale. “What? What’s wrong?” You panicked, she motioned to the velvet box on the table behind you. “Tyler’s cufflinks, I got them for him, can you bring them to him?” She rushed, you scrambled for the box, knowing the guys would be just about ready to start their Groomsmen photos. “Yes, yeah, be right back!” You laughed, holding your flowy dress up so you didn’t trip as you began speed walking out the bridal suite. You were walking faster than you thought you’d ever be able to do in heels, but with a mission you could do a lot of things. The noise coming from the room at the end of the hall calmed your nerves, they were still there, thank god. “Tyler, it’s Y/N!” You knocked on the door, hearing the noise settle down, Tyler swung the door open a moment later, “what’s wrong?” He rushed, panic evident on his face. “Sav wanted me to give these to you.” You spoke softly, placing the box in his hands, he popped it open and looked at you skeptically. “Well either you grabbed the wrong box, or she wants me to wear a garter.” He turned the box to face you, your face fell, “damn it! Wait here, don’t leave for pictures yet!” You took the box back, shouting it to him as you rushed back down the hall. He leaned on the doorway watching with an amused face as you nearly tripped, “be careful!” Tyler chastised you, snickering when you flipped him off as you barged into the room at the other end of the hall.

“Wrong box, this is your garter!” You giggled, Sav went pink, “oops.” She laughed, her mom helping you find the cuff links. You found them, triple checking that they were the proper ones, you shot her a smile, they were pretty, as pretty as cufflinks could be. You once again went rushing down the hall, being greeted by all of the guys lined up outside the room, the second photographer bouncing on her feet. “I’m sorry!” You apologized, helping Tyler change them out when you reached him. He thanked you profusely, you nodded, securing the second one and adjusting his sleeves. You met his eyes and couldn’t help but smile. “You’re both going to cry.” You laughed, hugging him quickly, “now go, before she kills me!” You pushed him on his way, turning to head back to the bridal suite to put the last touches together. “Y/N?” An unfamiliar voice called, you turned back and saw the guy you had ran into a few days ago, in Tyler’s driveway. “Yes?” You responded, confused as to why he was stopping you. He stepped closer, “your hair, it’s falling here.” He brushed his fingers against the side of your head, the brief contact sent your brain into a spiral, “Jamie?” You put two and two together, Sav had told you his name, but because of conflicting schedules you hadn’t actually met the guy you’d be walking with. “That’s me.” He confirmed, blushing when he pulled his hand back, “better.” He muttered, turning when one of the guys called for him. “See ya.” He smiled, and if smiles could get you, then his surely would have. For a moment you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, but then you thought of Jeremy sitting out in the ceremony, impatiently waiting for this show to get on the road.

It was a small bridal party, three groomsmen, plus the best man, and three bridesmaids, plus the maid of honor. You latched your arm around Jamie’s as the doors opened, the maid of honor, Sav’s sister, who was very much pregnant, and Tyler’s childhood friend walked down the aisle, taking their respective positions, you and Jamie next. You smiled walking in pace with Jamie who seemed equally as nervous as you, probably feeding off of your emotions. Jeremy smiled at you, “beautiful” he mouthed, you smiled widely at him, any worries you had from the past few days melted away in that moment–meaning you missed the way his eyes hardened when he looked over Jamie’s appearance.

There was no denying that Jamie was attractive, but he was also the complete opposite of Jeremy, more of your usual type. Jamie, with his dark hair, and matching beard, the emotional brown eyes, all the way down to the tattoos that Sav had told you were covering his legs and arm.

Jeremy, he was none of that. Attractive, yes of course, but he was polar opposite of what you described. Red hair, blue eyes, freckles covering his skin, couldn’t grow a beard if his life depended on it. No tattoos, if anything the mention of them made his skin crawl, something you bickered about, whenever you’d say you wanted a tattoo, something small, meaningful, for your dad who you lost years ago. Even that would get him going, so you always dropped it, not wanting to start an argument.

Before you knew it, Sav was entering with her father, her bright blue eyes dancing with tears of happiness as she kept them on Tyler the whole way, his eyes mirroring her own, he wiped at them, but we all knew a couple of tears fell. Same goes for Sav, who was trying to keep it together, and succeeding very well thus far.

When they reached the altar, Tyler shook her father's hand, her father turned to his one and only daughter, giving her a big kiss on the cheek, telling her he loves her before she stepped up in front of Tyler. “So beautiful.” Tyler whispered, having to keep himself from kissing her then and there. You all had wide smiles on your face the entire time, you met Jamie’s eyes once or twice throughout the ceremony, his face was stoic, showing no emotions, but his eyes showed everything, the happiness he had for his friend clear on display for anyone who cared to notice. Again, another difference to Jeremy, your boyfriend was never good with emotions, his eyes showed nothing, and he didn’t use his words all that well, not even his actions.

You came to your senses as you heard the words, “you may now kiss the bride!” And in an instant, Tyler had Sav pulled up into his arms, one hand on her back, the other cupping her cheek as they shared an appropriately passionate kiss, pulling away slowly as everyone began cheering. You had a teary smile on your face, clapping your hands up above your head for affect, your best friend laughing at you, but her eyes showed her appreciation for everything you’ve done to help her get to this day.

The photos flew by in a breeze, and before you knew it, you were walking into the reception, shooting Jamie a smile as you parted ways, dancing lightly to the music playing, a simple action but both of you had huge smiles on your faces, as well as the other groomsmen and bridesmaids as they copied your actions. You made your way to where Jeremy was sitting, pulling up your chair beside his, “hi babe.” You smiled, relieved when he pulled you in for a deep kiss. “There’s my girl.” The way he put the emphasis on my, made your skin crawl slightly, but what caught your attention more, was the taste of alcohol on his lips, of course, during photos, the guests were having cocktail hour, but you never thought he would choose here of all places to get this tipsy. You debated on saying anything, but you didn’t as the DJ began speaking, “now, let’s welcome, for the first time Mr and Mrs Seguin!” He cheered, more claps and shouts erupting throughout the room, Jeremy gave a half assed clap and smile when you glared at him. You grinned as they walked in and immediately went into their first dance, the sight warming your heart, you dabbed under your eyes with your napkin, turning in your seat to face Jeremy, now most people who went to weddings with their significant others, especially after being together this long, would both be thinking how this would be them one day. You could tell by the stone cold look in Jeremy’s eyes, neither of you were having those thoughts, but that would be saved for another time.

Dinner was delicious, of course you expected nothing less from the two of them.

Now it was time for the cliches before the night faded into dancing, first up, the bouquet toss. All of the ladies in the room stood and gathered up behind Sav, she threw the bouquet back behind her, and who else could it have come right to, but of course yourself. “Y/N!” Sav shouted when she turned and saw you holding it with a blush. You smiled nervously, it was a silly tradition, and of course it didn’t truly mean you’d be the next to wed, but of course your eyes instantly landed on Jeremy who was nursing another drink, a lazy smile on his lips, you mirrored his look as Tyler slid a chair out to the middle of the dance floor for Sav, oh the beloved garter tradition.

Her cheeks a bright red as Tyler slipped his hands under the full skirt of her dress, keeping his eyes on hers the whole time, he pulled the simpler garter down, the one meant for tossing, while the other stayed adorning her thigh, something for the two of them to know was there. You smirked as the guys all fought over who would be closest to Tyler as he threw it, well–all except one. Jamie stayed relatively still, not seeming to want the attention, but of course, as it flew towards his face, he reached out and caught it, an instinct most likely but everyone oohed and gasped. Looking between the two of you, instantly you glared at Sav. She had told you, assuming whoever caught the bouquet and the garter were ok with it, that he would put the garter on the bouquet catch. It was an adult only reception after all, no impressionable young kids here to see the action. You practically ran over to her, Jamie doing the same to Tyler. “Are you ok with it?” She asked instantly and you gave her a look. “I’m more worried about Jeremy.” You deadpanned, she hid the way her face wanted to fall, the crowd cheering you on. “We don’t have to, I won’t do it if you’re not ok with it.” Jamie piped up, smiling softly at you, the action not going unnoticed by Sav and Tyler, unknowing to you two, their little plan was working, much easier than they thought it would. You took the champagne flute from Sav’s grip, downing it and handing it back. “You only live once right.” You shrugged, turning to Jamie, smiling before walking to the seat Sav had been in.

Jeremy looked on, too far gone to process what was happening until Jamie got down on his knees in front of you. The sound of Jeremy’s chair sliding back took everyone's attention, he was about to stand, but as everyone looked at him, you gave him a stone cold look, one he normally ignores, but for some reason, much to your relief, he nodded and slid his chair back in. “Alright, what are you waiting for?” You spoke loudly to Jamie, pulling everyone’s attention back to you two. He nervously laughed, slipping the white lace band over your heel, beginning to slowly draw it up your leg, he was calm and not flushed until he reached your knee. Once his hand dipped over the curve, both of you got a little red, the crowd hooting and hollering, Sav and Tyler the loudest, watching as their two best friends shared what most would call an intimate moment. He stopped the band at mid thigh, you shivered slightly at the contrast of his rough hands on your smooth skin, he hesitated before coming to his senses and slipping his hands out from under your dress, standing to his feet. You followed, and everyone clapped as you two parted ways.

The second you reached Jeremy, he was whisking you off and out of the reception space, thankfully though, no one noticed as they all got caught up in talking and dancing. “What was that?” He snapped, pinning you against the wall, you clenched your legs together, still thinking of the feeling of Jamie’s hand on your skin, that mixed with the way Jeremy had you pinned against the wall, had your brain spinning, trying to figure out how to come to your senses and push him off of you. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, cupping his cheek, trying to calm his emotions, “I promise, it will be worthwhile when we get back to my place.” You added, knowing it would get through to him, and you also knew that you shouldn’t have to bribe him with sex to get him to calm down. You knew that wasn’t right, but you couldn’t think about that now, all that mattered was getting back in there before anyone noticed your absence. Jeremy nodded, kissing you roughly, his hand slipped under the dress, yanking the garter off, breaking it in half. “Jeremy!” You gasped, the material snapping against your skin, undoubtedly leaving a small welt. “Should have thought of that before, baby.” He muttered, shoving the ripped fabric into his pocket before pulling you back into the room by your hand, a smile on his face like nothing happened.

Like nothing happened… the thought ran through your mind all night, through the rest of the wedding, and even when you got back to his place, apparently he’d rather have his way with you there. The only peace you got was when he finally fell asleep, tired from the sloppy sex, and the alcohol still flowing through his veins. You slipped into his bathroom, cleaning yourself up before laying back in the bed, keeping as much distance between the two of you as you could. For the first time in your relationship, you felt like an outsider looking in, seeing how truly wrong this situation was. And that’s how you fell asleep, the thought burning a hole into your mind.

***

You were house sitting for Tyler and Sav while they were on their honeymoon, well, only part of the time they were gone. Jamie was coming tomorrow to take over for the remainder of their trip, you were busy cooking your dinner when the doorbell rang, the dogs running over and jumping around, you assumed it was just a package, so you ignored it, and figured you’d grab it when you were done, but the doorbell went off again and you sighed, pushing the pan off the hot stove burner. You trudged over to the door, shushing the dogs, they listened and sat behind you like a barrier, you peeked out the side window and furrowed your brows when you saw Jamie standing outside with a duffel bag over his shoulder. “Jamie? I thought you didn’t come until tomorrow?” You spoke with a smile as you opened the door, he stepped in with furrowed eyebrows, kicking his shoes off, “no, it’s today.” He checked his phone, confirming the date with you. You went red, “oh, well uh this is kind of awkward.” You started off, “my boyfriend is coming over to have dinner with me.” You trailed, watching as he nodded with an understanding smile, he went to put his shoes back on, “I can come back in the morning, it’s no big deal.” He assured you, your phone ringing in your pocket, you pulled it out and answered instantly when you saw it was Jeremy. “Hey, baby, I won’t be able to make it tonight, stuck at work.” He rushed the second you answered, your face fell and Jamie froze as he noticed. He stood back up to his full height, one shoe on, one off as he watched you hesitantly. “Oh.” You whispered, Jeremy shushed someone in the background, “that’s ok.” You added, not wanting to deal with angering him right now. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You spoke to him, stepping back so Jamie could come in. “Yeah,” Jeremy paused, mumbling to someone else, “yeah tomorrow, bye.” He hung up, leaving you in shock.

“Everything ok?” Jamie questioned carefully, unsure of his boundaries with you, his politeness was sweet, but you really wanted to tell him he could ask whatever he wanted after having his hands that far up your dress. “Well, Jeremy actually can’t make it, but I already had dinner started, if you want.” You rushed your words out, suddenly embarrassed to be asking, despite you both being adults. “Sure.” He answered quickly, brushing it off by bending down to pet the dogs. Jamie watched with lingering eyes as you solemnly walked back into the kitchen, your mood clearly deflated, it bothered him, to see someone like you, someone so sweet, to be treated so poorly. He shook his head to himself, following behind you into the kitchen, a sigh wanting to fall from his lips but he held it in as he told the dogs to go lay down. Dinner was nothing fancy, you had just been making some simple chicken, broccoli and potatoes, but you slipped the bottle of wine you had pulled out, back into its spot. You tried to keep conversation with Jamie, talking about random things, both of you bouncing off each other, you laughed softly at something he said, but your mind bounced back to Jeremy, wondering who he had been talking to.

Of course, the first thought was a girl, as much of a jerk as he was, you didn’t think he’d stoop that low, but he’d surprised you before. You hadn’t realized you went silent, sipping on your water until Jamie stood, asking if you were done with your plate. “Oh, yes, I’ll do it, it’s fine.” You scrambled to your feet, used to doing it all. He furrowed his brows, a soft laugh, a comforting noise you were coming to know, falling from his lips. “Y/N, you cooked, I can handle washing a few dishes.” He assured you, taking the plate from your hands, also taking note of the shocked look on your face. A look that you certainly shouldn’t have from the simple action of him doing the dishes. The whole time he was doing the dishes, he was trying to think of a reason for you to stay a little longer, he knew it was wrong—you had a boyfriend, a crappy one, but still, Jamie wasn’t like that. He would respect the fact that you chose to stay with Jeremy, despite him hating how he treated you. Jamie also racked his brain for why he cared so deeply about you staying, he hardly knew you, he had no reason to be this infatuated with you, aside from the physical attraction of course, he thought you were gorgeous, from the second you stepped on his foot in the driveway, all the way until now how you sat at the dining room table, your face blank as you ran your own thoughts through your mind.

“I should get my things, uhm, thank you for cleaning up.” You rushed your words together, feeling the nausea rise in your stomach, mind still on Jeremy. “Oh, you–“ he stopped speaking when your phone rang through the silent kitchen, you rushed to pick it up, stomach dropping to the floor when you saw Jeremy’s name again. You hesitated to answer it, something that most definitely didn’t go unnoticed by Jamie, who watched skeptically as he dried his hands, as you picked up the phone, he slid past you, giving you some privacy as you mumbled a hello into the device. You were about to hang up when you didn’t get a response, assuming he dialed by mistake and didn’t realize it, but then your heard movement, you froze, the sound of a zipper being undone. You held your breath, a hand coming over your mouth to muffle your gasp as you heard a woman moan. You quickly hung up the phone, slamming it onto the counter, you took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the sensation rushing up your throat, but you couldn’t, so you took off down the hall to the closest bathroom. Not even having a chance to shut the door, barely being able to kneel in front of the toilet in time, your dinner exiting your stomach. “Shit, Y/N, are you alright?” Jamie called, staying in the hall to give you privacy. You went to speak but only dry heaved into the toilet, “just great.” You croaked out, flushing the toilet and scrambling to your feet.

You rinsed your mouth out with water before grabbing your toothbrush that you had yet to pack away, Jamie rounded the corner when you went silent, mostly just wanting to make sure you were ok. He met your gaze in the mirror, staying silent as he gave you an apologetic smile, making his way to the living room again. You followed after you were done brushing your teeth, eyes burning with tears, a mix of shock from what you just heard, and partly because of how your throat was still burning. “I’m going to get my things.” “Do you want to talk about it?” You and Jamie spoke at the same time, his question rang in your ears, it’s been so long since someone asked that, a man no less. You stayed silent, “I-uh-you don’t have to, obviously!” He rushed out awkwardly, “you can stay, maybe you should just rest, you don’t look too good.” He added, watching when you raised an eyebrow, “not like that, I mean you just got sick and you shouldn’t drive, probably. I don’t know, Jesus, I’ll shut up now.” He stumbled over his words, blushing furiously from his spot on the couch. You let out a breathy laugh, going to grab your phone from the kitchen before sitting beside him on the couch, a little closer than you probably would’ve normally. But he didn’t seem to mind, so neither did you. “Thanks, Jamie.” You mumbled, glancing over at him, he nodded, “no problem.” He answered, too easily for his liking, “we know Sav would have my head on a platter if she found out I let you leave like that.” He added, laughing along with you, relieved that you found it funny rather than embarrassing.

The silence became overbearing, he could see you getting into your head again, so he turned on the TV, putting on some random comedy show, chuckling along with it every so often. He glanced over at you and saw a few silent tears rolling down your cheeks, what he wanted to do was pull you into his arms and tell you everything was going to be ok, that you deserved better, because you did, you really did deserve so much better. And if anyone asked, Jamie would say he thought you deserved better than even he could give you. But, you hardly knew him, so he couldn’t really do that, without seeming like a creep. So he settled on telling you a story about his brother, nearly dropping the baby and how his sister in law nearly whacked him on the spot. It got a chuckle out of you—granted, the tears were still flowing, but he took that as a win, so he continued. Telling you anything remotely funny, and he kept doing so, until you finally caved, the tears slowing, eyes still a little watery when you couldn’t help but hug him. “Oh.” He was surprised, and you panicked about to pull away, the second he felt you loosening your grip, he wrapped his arms back around you, “thank you, Jamie.” You whispered. He nodded against you, thankful you couldn’t see the blush on his cheeks as you stayed in his embrace, for maybe a little longer than you should have, but it felt so good, so nice to not be pushed away, to be held.

The whole time Jamie was hugging you, he was doing everything to memorize the way it felt, unsure if he’d ever get to do it again. When you two finally separated, neither of you said anything, but you stayed close to him, eventually ending up tucked under his arm as your eyes fluttered closed, he should have woken you up, told you to head to bed, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, so he stayed, despite losing the feeling in his arm. He stayed until he himself started drifting off, his head laid back on the top of the couch, and he knew–he definitely knew, it would hurt in the morning, but to him it was worth the sore neck, if this was at all making you feel remotely better.

After that, the two of you developed a quick friendship, learning the ins and outs of each other’s personalities and lives in an instant. He knew that you worked the same schedule every week, he knew you always went grocery shopping on sundays, he knew you always had a small pile of laundry in your room that never went into your closet, he knew that Tuesday nights were reserved for the bachelorette, and that Sunday’s were for 90 day fiancé.

Just like you knew that whenever he had a home game, he would always stop at this local burger joint, and get the same exact order everytime, loading it up with veggies to make it seem less against his diet. You knew he wanted a dog, but wouldn’t get one until he was engaged to someone “I couldn’t leave the dog with a stranger”, you knew he would be coming by tonight too, which is exactly why you had bought a little extra food when you went grocery shopping today.

Jeremy, you had yet to deal with that situation, even after a month since you heard that girl over the phone, you just ignored it, he acted like it never happened, and so did you—your phone dinged, shaking you from your spiraling thoughts. Sav’s name on the screen,

“Did you take it yet????”

You shook your head, looking at the one bag you had shoved in the corner of your kitchen, despite her not being able to see you.

“No, Jamie will be here soon, I’ll take it after he leaves. Promise!”

She read your response immediately.

“You better, you need to know.”

You didn’t respond, what was there for you to say? You knew just as well as she did that you had to take the test that was sitting in the plastic bag. It was speculation, really, you’d felt a little off, and then you noticed you didn’t get your period right away, like you normally do. Of course, instantly Sav went pale, telling you to take a test, just to be sure. You kept telling her it was stress, but you wouldn’t tell her that the stress was your boyfriend cheating on you.

You made your way over to the bag, pulling the box from it, reading over the label, the instructions, despite already knowing how to take one. This isn’t your first time having a slip up. “Y/N?” Jamie called, pushing the front door open, you gasped, dropping the box on the counter, startled by his sudden appearance. “I was knocking but you didn’t answer.” He spoke again when he met your eyes over the kitchen counter, the front door having a straight shot to the kitchen. “Oh, sorry I was just-“ “are you crying?” He cut you off, pushing the door shut and making a quick walk over to you. He didn’t even see the box on the counter as he stood in front of you. “No.” You answered, voice cracking, “not yet at least.” You added when he gave you the look, the look that said don’t lie to me. “What did he do?” Jamie sighed, pulling you in for a hug, you shook your head against his chest, “I can’t.” You tried to discreetly reach for the box on the counter but he felt your movement. His eyes followed your hand and you could feel his frame fall when he could see the label on the box, first response. He stepped away from you.

“Are you?” He trailed off, suddenly seeming like he felt out of place in your apartment, the place he’d grown so used to seeing. “I don’t know, I, I’m afraid to take it.” You admitted, looking up at him with wide eyes. His face softened, he wasn’t sure what to say, because all he knew is he wasn’t the guy you should be telling about this. “I’m going to be alone, if it’s positive.” You whispered, you knew Jeremy, and you knew if it was positive, he wouldn’t want to keep it, but you could never do such a thing, having kids was always a part of your dream. Even if it was with as terrible of a person as him, that baby would be half you and that gave you hope. “You won’t be alone, you have Sav, and your mom, even Tyler,” Jamie paused, “and me.” He added, you nodded, reaching for the box. He went wide eyed, allowing you to drag him to sit in your room while you took the test. The whole time you were in the bathroom, his mind was racing.

He’d always assumed, when he was with someone who was taking a pregnancy test, it would be his wife, or his girlfriend at least, the lady he loved—and while he was certain that you were becoming the image in his head when he thought of the future. This wasn’t that moment, no, he was here with you, while you took the test for what could be another man's baby. He heard you sniffling from behind the bathroom door, and he wanted to barge in there, he wanted to go in there and hug you and tell you that no matter what the test said, you’d be okay, but he couldn’t. Because, truthfully, he would be lying. If you were pregnant, he had a feeling that he knew the reaction Jeremy would have. If it was negative, he knew on some level you’d be heart broken, and worse off, he knew you’d continue to put up with Jeremy and his nonsense.

You stared at the back of the test, flipping it upside down to wait, otherwise you’d stare at it until you saw a line that wasn’t there. You could hear Jamie bouncing his feet, you felt bad, you probably made him uncomfortable. He shouldn’t be here while you did this, he should be oblivious to what was happening.

The alarm on your phone went off, and you heard Jamie shoot up off the bed when you turned it off, you flipped the test over, scanning it over, once, twice, three times before you let out a cry of relief. Negative. Jamie knocked on the door, “Y/N, are you ok?” He mumbled through the door, he stepped back when you swung the door open. “Negative.” You whispered, smiling, a tearful one, but still, he could tell you were slightly relieved, which helped his shoulders release some tension. “I’m sorry, I dragged you into this.” You apologized, throwing the test out as he watched warily, “it’s ok, you have nothing to apologize for.” He assured you, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath while you were distracted. You texted Sav, simply telling her negative. To which she shot a thumbs up in return, probably biting her tongue from saying something else about how you should break up with Jeremy.

Jamie stayed, right up until your show was about to start, he left with a soft goodbye, “tell me if you need anything, yeah?” He mumbled, giving you one last look, your eyes bloodshot and puffy from your emotions from earlier. “I will.” You called, watching him disappear out the door.

***

It was three days later when you were watching the game on the TV, smiling every time they showed Jamie or Tyler. You were waiting for Jeremy to come over, you were going to tell him about the test, despite it being negative, you thought it would be best that he knew. The door being knocked on made your heart drop, uncertain for how this was gonna go, you turned the TV off, walking over to the door, taking some shaky breaths, twisting the lock, you turned the knob and Jeremy was smiling right at you.

“Hey, baby.” He murmured, stepping in and instantly kissing you deeply, hungrily, it made your skin crawl, you lightly pushed him off of you. “We need to talk.” You whispered, and he went blank, nervous even a little. “About?” He pried, shutting the door behind him, you walked over to the couch, sitting on the edge of it, he joined you, hesitantly. Once he sat, you took a deep breath, “I took a pregnancy test a couple of days ago.” You started and before you had a chance to even blink, he was on his feet, tugging at his ginger hair. “You what?!” He barked out, his eyes stone cold, “you can’t keep it.” He demanded and that pushed you over the edge, all the months—the years of bullshit you put up with, came to a surface.

“It was negative.” You stood to your feet, arms crossed over your chest, “if you had let me finish, you would’ve known that, but I’m glad you didn’t. I’m done, Jeremy, the fact that you think you had that type of dictation over my life—my body! Is utter bullshit, we’re done.” You spoke harshly, standing your ground, in some sick way, you expected him to grovel, like most men like him do, but he didn’t. He simply scoffed, giving you a once over. “You must’ve really let yourself go then,” the venom dripping from his voice made your skin crawl, “a shame, you were nice to look at.” He added, walking out of your apartment like the last three years didn’t happen. You didn’t even feel remorse, how could you? After that, you felt liberated if anything. You pulled your phone out, calling Sav before you could think better of it, she answered after a few rings, cheers filling your ears before you heard her. The game, oh the game, you scrambled to turn the game back on while she asked if you could hear her. “I broke up with Jeremy!” You spoke loudly into the phone so she could hear you, “you what?!” She shrieked in excitement, you laughed to yourself. “I’m going to the bar, the one we used to go to before you met Tyler. Meet me after the game?” You questioned, smiling at the score on your screen, Dallas was up by two. “Yes! Of course!” She answered, “I’ll meet you there!” And then she hung up.

You were at the bar, for probably an hour, before Sav showed up, Tyler and Jamie in tow. She hadn’t expected to find you this intoxicated, you weren’t much of a drinker, but once you started, it was hard to stop, you had barely touched a drink since you had been with Jeremy, he didn’t like the way you acted drunk. So you stopped drinking.

You didn’t get like this often, that’s what you told yourself, to rid yourself of any guilt as you nursed another Long Island ice tea, the worst type of drink to get because it didn’t taste like alcohol, which meant you didn’t realize how many you had truly consumed. “Y/N?” Sav questioned, placing a hand on your shoulder, Jamie and Tyler at the bar ordering their own drinks, you grinned at your best friend. “Hi!” You sang, dramatically throwing your arms around her neck, she barely managed to stay upright when you put most of your weight in her control. “Oh, you’ve had more than enough to drink.” She chastised you, steadying herself against the booth. “Jamie-“ you cut yourself off with a hiccup, “Jamie knows I took a test.” You slurred, water springing to your eyes, you were an emotional and heartfelt drunk, which is why Sav knew the words about to come out of your mouth would be nothing but sincere.

“He was so nice, and-and he said I wouldn’t be alone.” You sniffled, Sav laughed at your overly emotional confession, “that’s sweet, honey.” She assured you, expecting that to be the end of the conversation. Neither of you saw Jamie and Tyler approaching through the crowd, which is why she let you continue your rant. “I like him, a lot. Savyyy, he’s so pretty, and nice to me.” You giggled girlishly, Jamie’s face fell, not hearing who you were talking about. “Maybe you should tell Jamie how you feel.” She offered advice, knowing you would be to drunk to remember this in the morning, or so she hoped. Tyler grinned at his friend, Jamie stared at the two girls, shock evident on his features. “Did she just say my name?” He asked Tyler, making sure he wasn’t going crazy, the smile on his face was answer enough. “Damn right she did!” He clapped his slightly taller friend on the back before making their presence known. Sav gasped, covering it with a cough when she saw them, and she could tell they had heard your confession, she could only hope that Jamie would do something about it.

“Hi, Y/N.” Tyler laughed, watching you lazily look up, Sav smirked, “here you go, Jamie.” She passed your deadweight on to him, he easily wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you from the transition. He glared at the husband and wife as they snuck away to have some drinks of their own, “Jamie?” You whispered, voice slurring a little, combined with the loudness filling the bar, he almost didn’t hear you. “Yeah?” He glanced down, hiding the way he felt panicked, not sure what you were going to say. “I broke up with him.” You mumbled, hiding your face in his shirt, feeling the room spin a little at your confession. He felt the sway in your body and placed his other hand on your upper back, keeping you steady against him. “Are you ok?” He asked, referring to the break up, you looked up with a smile, “I told him about the test,” you shrugged, sobering only slightly at the thought, but your words still ran together, “he told me I couldn’t keep it, if I was, and that I let myself go.” You giggled, catching Jamie off guard, “so I dumped his ass!” You gleamed, and Jamie couldn’t help but to smile down at you. “Good.” He cupped your cheek, catching a drunk tear that escaped, not mentioning it since you didn’t even notice it slip from your eye. His hand lingered, but he didn't mind, and you definitely didn’t mind as you all but melted into, the warmth it brought, making your tiredness begin to set in.

Jamie chuckled at the yawn you tried to disguise, “let me get you an Uber.” He mumbled, pulling his phone out, normally you’d protest, but you didn’t, you stayed silent as you rested against him, Tyler and Sav watching from afar, they saw the way they looked at each other in the way you and Jamie looked at one another. They were shocked, honestly, by how quickly their two best friends started falling for each other, but who were they to judge, their relationship had developed quickly as well, and look at them now, married.

He waited outside with you until the Uber came, wanting to make sure you got in it safely, “Jamie, can you come with me?” You whispered at the last second, he was shocked by the sudden invitation. “Please, I-I’m scared, what if Jeremy is there?” You looked up at him with wide eyes, much like the ones when you took the pregnancy test, terror dancing in them. He gave in, “yeah, I’ll come.” He whispered, unable to keep himself from kissing your forehead, guiding you into the backseat as he followed.

The ride to your apartment was short and silent, as you could barely keep your eyes open, Jamie occasionally nudging you to keep you awake, something else he knew about you, was that once you were asleep, you were miserable if woken up.

Jamie unlocked the door, using your key as you leaned against the wall, yawning, much to both of yours relief, there was no sign of Jeremy. So as he let you in to your apartment, he assumed he could leave, but he could tell by the way you walked that there was no way you’d make it to your room in one piece. He slipped an arm under your shoulders, guiding you to your room, stifling back his own laughs when you nearly stepped on his foot, more than once. “Don’t laugh.” You whined, pouty lips covering your face, he nodded, “sorry.” He mumbled, smiling at how cute you looked. He got you to your bed, sitting you on the edge, helping you take your jacket and shoes off. You laid down instantly, shimmying to get under your covers, “goodnight.” You breathed out, eyes already shut, breathing evening out directly after. Jamie smiled, pulling the blanket over you, pushing your hair back, off of your face. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered, lips ghosting over your forehead for a second time tonight. He found your Advil and put it on your nightstand before leaving, making sure to lock the door behind him. His mind racing as he thought of if he should tell you he heard you tonight.

***

If you could smack someone through a phone you would, as you woke up with a pounding headache and Sav calling your phone, the noise sounding ten times louder than it actually is. “Before you say it’s too early, it’s nearly eleven, I let you sleep in.” She spoke, and you could picture the smirk on her face. “What do you want?” You groaned, rubbing at your eyes, sitting up and ignoring the lightheaded spell. “Do you remember what you told me last night?” Sav sang, you could hear her moving around her house, always having a project to keep her busy. “Yes, actually.” You remembered it as vividly as a hungover person could. You told her you liked Jamie, “oh? Well, then I should tell you…” she trailed off, making your eyes go wide, “oh my god! Did I tell him?” You asked loudly, wincing when your head started pounding. Sav laughed into the phone, “no, but he heard you.” She admitted, and you went pale, or so you imagined you did. “Oh my god.” You whispered, “oh my god, that’s so embarrassing!” You whisper shouted, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How am I supposed to face him?” You whined, throwing yourself back on the bed. “Don’t know, you’ll just have to do it.” Sav mumbled, “maybe he’ll bring it up, he does feel the same way after all.” She declared. “He what!?” You gasped, “it’s so obvious, he’s been looking at you like you were the best thing he’s ever seen.” She deadpanned, making your heart race just a little bit.

***

Two weeks, you’ve been waiting two whole weeks, knowing that Jamie knew what you said, and him acting like it never happened, has only made it feel like more than that short time. You were growing impatient, the more you thought about it, the more you wanted it to happen. He’d seen you more than enough times to say it, but everytime, it was like he was clueless. You’d even tried being a little extra touchy, to see if he would break, but he didn’t.

Even now, while you watched one of the many reality drama shows you watched, with your feet across his lap, his hand lazily resting on them as he tried to follow what the women on TV were shouting about. “Y/N, I’m confused, why are they…” he trailed off when he looked over and you were totally spaced out, picking at your nails. He pinched your ankle and laughed when your eyes shot over, “ow?” You quipped, sliding your feet off his lap. The first gesture he’s done in these two weeks was this one, as he grabbed your feet, keeping them in place, he began to trace patterns into your skin. “I know, what you said that night.” He admitted, you nodded, “I know that you know.” You admitted and this time he looked at you with wide eyes. “Sav told me.” You whispered, he nodded, his hand moving up your leg a little, resting on your knee. “I’ve been waiting for you to do something about it.” You spoke softly, keeping your eyes in his, watching the way he went through his emotions, shock, relief, and then just a touch of adoration. “I didn’t know if there was a time frame, you know, since you just dumped that prick.” Jamie shrugged, you stifled back a laugh as you reached for his shirt, tugging him closer by it. “I’d say two weeks is plenty of time, considering how long I was thinking about this other guy…” you mumbled, moving closer to him. His hands went to your waist, pulling you over to him with ease, pulling you into his lap, and holding you tightly. “Oh no, not another guy.” He teased, playing with the ends of your hair, you sighed, at the simple touch. “Jamie, if you don’t kiss me, I swear-“ he cut you off, pushing his lips to yours, his hands curling in your hair, while you ran your fingers down the back of his neck.

You whined, chasing his lips when he pulled away, “don’t worry, plenty more of that, after the first date.” He assured you, laughing when you complained.

*** epilogue ***

The white dress trailed behind you and Jamie as you walked into the room, “for the first time, as Mr and Mrs Benn!” The announcer spoke, Jamie pulled you in for a kiss as everyone cheered. His arms circling around your waist, squeezing you tight, but not too tight as you pulled him to the dance floor.

“Mrs. Benn.” He teased, holding a hand out for you, smiling when you took it with glee, allowing him to spin you into him, “careful.” You giggled, steadying yourself with a hand to his chest. He snaked his other hand over your stomach, before bringing it to rest on your back with the other. “Baby Benn can stay our little secret for just a little while longer.” You mumbled, arms around his neck. He nodded in agreement, kissing your forehead before ducking down to catch your lips. “I agree.” His voice was soft, as if people would hear you two talking over the music. “I love you.” He added, “I love you too.” You murmured, resting your head on his chest, soaking up this moment where it felt like just the two of you… well, technically three of you.

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