#chat anon

[my-castles-crumbling]

hey!!

I have a question for u if that's okay! a friend asked me to join a gc of other friends and at first i said no but then i changed my mind and said yes. so now im in a group chat and they're all pretty nice but i personally don't like a few of them and i like being friends with the others but i don't know how to respectfully leave the group chat because i don't really want to talk to the people i don't like.

i'm a bit at a loss cause they're all other creators and they truly are nice and i'm sure they're decent people i just don't mesh well with a few of them and i don't want to cause issues if i like some of them but not the others and idk what to do. (especially since im a decently popular creator as well and that could cause tension with me not liking them)

also group chats tend to overwhelm me a bit and most of the conversations happen when i can't be actively engaged and i'm missing a lot that i don't care to go back and read and i don't particularly care about them (in a meh way like it doesn't make a difference to me if that makes sense idk how to word it)

if u have any insight i'd appreciate it!

ooo I feel this last part so hard. I'm part of a lot of discord servers and I get so overwhelmed when conversations are happening so quickly because I have to think through all my responses. I'm constantly worrying people think I'm weird and/or antisocial, but I'm just nervous lol.

Could you focus on that part of it? Say "hey, It's nothing against any of you but group chats kind of overwhelm me, so I might just focus on DMing you guys. I hope you understand!" That way it's not singling out the people who bother you, and it's perceived as a you issue, not a them issue.

Let me know what you thing! Naming you chat anon!

[lesamis]

are you a Byron or Wilde apologist?

concerned citizens from 1895 are messaging me

[imjunebitch]

i need you to understand that right now you’re in your “pick me i’m so special i care about men unlike those feminist BITCHES” phase that happens to so many girls but i promise learning basic transfeminism (and why tme/tma is a thing, and why “transandrophobia” isn’t a useful term or a helpful phrase) WILL aid you in the long run as a young trans girl

if u were a cis woman u would be a TERF. fuck off if u can't have basic respect for identities other than ur own. fuck off if u think caring about trans men and mascs is somehow antithetical to transfeminism. fuck off if ur willing to just use an intersexist framework that functionally does nothing but exclude ppl. fuck OFF if u think caring abt men makes me a pick me you miserable tar pit asshole. ur "transfeminism" does NOTHING but hurt other people. come off anon u miserable fucking coward TERF pos and we can have an actual discussion if u like

if u think a condescending ask is going to make me stop caring abt other ppl who are suffering and just start hurting them with gleeful abandon, and pretend that that's "transfeminism" ur an idiot

[allimili]

Saw the anon giving shadow milk a hug thing and just realized how y/n could easily fall asleep in his hands...gently cupping y/n

If ya wanna add a scenario onto this, I got one for ya:

Y/n, while resting in his hands, either gets a little uncomfortable or has a nightmare...shadow milk notices and adjusts his hold to either make y/n more comfy or gently reassure y/n that they are still here...still holding them...and they are safe and sound. Just so cute!

I'm not doing well with these reqs.

[spaceyaemonds]

god i love this premise, it’s so hilarious that Jack would wind up with a young baby mama. It’d be fun to think of this as pre-canon. So she can kinda fit in the whole first season, like a super young mom coming in to treat a burn or something with a little kid, she’s being seen by a resident whose like so unaware and then boom, Jack walks in and the gossip/stares start. I think Jack can’t really ignore what it looks like but would be annoyed by the stares but ultimately wouldn’t care. And she would just be like *shrugs* “he’s super hot”

Also I am eagerly waiting on the hilarious interaction of Jack telling Robby and Dana. “What’s worse than knocking up your one night stand?” “Um, she’s 23.” “Jesus Christ”

Or maybe when they go out they keep calling Jack grandpa. Or just the heavy looks when they see this very young milf smile around Jack. Just the heavy stares from Robby and Dana as they watch this young family grow lol.

I also think they could have this really cute but kinda dysfunctional family dynamic. Yes they have a healthy coparenting relationship. Dad is teaching the kid survival skills and taking him on camping excursions where they test said survival skills. Yes Mom is chill as hell, and spills tea about the crazy office dynamics while she crafts with her kid. And lowkey loves being a hot mom. Like yes mom and dad sometimes smash because they have needs and it’s just less mess and complication when they have this somewhat dysfunctional FWB situation, that has potential to blossom into something bigger.

Anyways I love this mini series it’s serious feeding me, that man is so fine with the salt and pepper hair. I can’t wait to read more.

hi friend!!! i am so so glad you have been enjoying this mini series!!!! i have loved sharing it with everyone here!! omg same, i am so obsessed with him he makes me SICKKK!

ahh!! i have a lot to say on this so answering under the cut!!

it is very funny to imagine jack getting off of shift on the day and hours into the day reader shows up in the ed with their (fat, because i love fat babies) baby, maybe two years old. baby slipped and bumped their head, and she doesn’t want to bother jack so she takes baby alone. she somehow misses robby and dana, ends up with whitaker, of all people. maybe perlah or princess notice baby abbot’s name on the board, immediately tell dana, who makes a quick call to jack. whitaker goes to check over the baby, and jack immediately jerks the door open, “get the hell away from my kid.” and whitaker just looks between reader, the baby, and jack, on the verge of throwing up. santos and mel are right outside when they hear everything and immediately are all 😮👀

dana and robby’s reactions are as expected. dana is majorly side eyeing, and robby is just like “jesus christ! twenty-three?!?!” and jack doesn’t even really try to defend himself. standing there like a puppy getting scolded lol.

i like to think that reader very often gets hit on, guys closer in age to her walking up to her when she’s with jack and baby abbot at the park, asking if her dad can keep an eye on the baby and maybe they can grab dinner. it always makes her laugh, and infuriates jack, has him mumbling all kinds of stuff like “sure, dad can watch baby.” because he understands that she’s a beautiful girl, but he can’t deny the jealousy he feels when people hit on her in front of him.

jack loves nothing more than spending time with his baby. more often than not, after a hard shift, he finds his way to her house, just asking to take a peek at baby but ends up sleeping on the floor next to the crib. and more often than not, he spends his nights off there, ending up in readers bed. he isn’t interested in seeing anyone else, and she can’t imagine dating when there’s so much tension and longing between her and jack.

i think it takes some time, but they do eventually end up together. they’ve lowkey just been together, though, just not official. jack never felt the need to try to put a label on it because he’s worried about “forcing” her into something she doesn’t want. he knows how he feels, and though is never 100% on how exactly she feels, he knows there’s something there. i also don’t think they ever really officially date. i like to imagine jack maybe just slips a ring on her finger one night, and they get married not long after!

[shy9-29]

Jake fluff/smut with a partner who’s pregnant and is having body insecurity?

💌: oh my god? I feel like jake would be just the man to take care of his insecure wife in need

tw: pregnancy kink, praise kink, breast play, fingering, creampie, spanking, soft dom Jake, emotional smut, husband!Jake - 1188wc

mdni

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You’re sitting on the edge of the bed in one of Jake’s oversized shirts, your hands resting protectively on the small swell of your stomach. It’s still early—barely showing—but it’s enough that none of your usual clothes fit quite right anymore. You’ve tried on three outfits and still ended up in this, frustrated and quiet as you sit with your knees tucked up, watching your husband move around the bedroom getting ready for bed.

Jake notices something’s off right away. You’re usually clingy, always touching him, always smiling when he looks at you. But tonight, you’re distant. Silent. His brows furrow slightly.

“Hey,” he says softly, crawling across the bed toward you. “You okay?”

You hesitate. Then you shrug, trying to play it off, but your voice comes out small. “I just… I feel gross.”

Jake stops in front of you, his hands gently cradling your thighs. “Gross?” he repeats. “Why would you ever think that?”

You glance down at your legs, your tummy. “I don’t know. My body’s changing and I… I don’t look the same. I don’t feel the same.”

Jake leans in, pressing a kiss to your knee first, then your thigh. “Baby, you’re literally growing our child,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. “I’ve never wanted you more than I do now.”

Your breath catches.

He moves closer, hands sliding under the shirt—his shirt—to rest just beneath your bump. “This,” he says, voice low and reverent, “is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He looks up at you, eyes warm. “Can I show you how much I love you?”

Jake watches you with soft but hungry eyes, his fingers grazing the hem of your oversized sleep shirt. “Can I take this off?” he murmurs, voice rough but careful.

You hesitate for a beat, fingers curling slightly against your thighs. The bump—your bump—is small, just beginning to show. You’ve been catching your reflection in the mirror more often lately, unsure how to feel. But Jake’s looking at you like you hung the stars.

He catches your hesitation and gently cups your face. “You don’t ever have to hide from me, baby,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “You’re carrying my baby. That makes you the sexiest woman alive.”

Your breath catches as you let him lift the fabric, his warm palms dragging up your sides slowly, reverently. Your breasts spill out first—slightly heavier, your nipples darker and more sensitive. Jake’s pupils blow wide.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hands cupping your breasts immediately, like he can’t decide whether to worship or devour you. “You’re perfect.”

You open your mouth to argue, to say you don’t feel perfect, not lately—but he shuts you up by closing his lips around one swollen nipple, sucking deep.

“Ah—Jake,” you gasp, hips twitching. His tongue flicks over the sensitive tip before drawing back to blow cool air on it, making you shiver. Then he latches onto the other one, groaning against your skin.

“Love how sensitive you are now,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust. His thumb pinches your left nipple just slightly, rolling it between his fingers. “I could spend hours right here.”

Your thighs press together. The heat is unbearable now, your whole body aching for more.

“Jake,” you whimper. “Touch me more. Please.”

His hands slide down to your hips, fingers trailing teasingly under the band of your underwear. He pulls them down slowly, then leans in and kisses your soft belly.

“You know how crazy it makes me… seeing you like this?” His lips trail lower. “This bump? This is our baby. You made this with me.”

You moan when he slips two fingers through your folds, finding you soaked.

“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he groans. “You want me that bad?”

“Yes,” you whisper, breathless.

He pulls his hand away for just a second, slaps your ass hard enough to sting, and you yelp in surprise, arousal spiking.

“You like that?” he growls, hand kneading the skin afterward. “You’re driving me fucking insane.”

You can’t even respond—you’re too gone. You watch through heavy lids as he pulls his boxers off, cock already hard and leaking at the tip.

When he lines himself up, he pauses, hands resting on your thighs.

“Tell me,” he pants. “You want me to cum inside you?”

You nod quickly, body trembling. “Yes. I want you to fill me up.”

“Fuck, Y/N…” he groans, pushing in slow and deep. Your walls stretch around him, slick and tight, and he curses under his breath.

He grips your hips and starts to move, rocking into you with more urgency now. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, and he bends down to suck one into his mouth again, the stimulation making your head fall back.

“S’ tight baby,” he growls. “So perfect for me. You feel this? How deep I am inside you?”

You can only moan, eyes rolling back as he slaps your ass again, then soothes it with a squeeze.

“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you cry out. “I’m yours, Jake—fuck—don’t stop.”

He buries his face in your neck, panting hard, voice breaking.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groans. “Gonna fill you up again. You want that?”

“Yes—yes, please—”

Jake pushes in to the hilt, trembling as he spills inside you, hot and thick. You feel everything—his release, the way his body clings to yours, the way his lips press into your shoulder like he can’t believe you’re real.

When he finally pulls back, he cups your face with both hands, pressing soft kisses over your cheeks, your lips, your bump.

“You’re everything to me,” he says, voice hoarse. “You hear me? Everything.”

[tyangdoll]

i have a thought of keeho with a lot of chains on and they hover over you when he fucks you hmmm hmmm

love your work so so so so much it’s like a goodnight kiss when i read it at night-🐙

hehe thank you sm for supporting meee!!! thinking of fwb keeho here… lazy ahh ending apologies

keeho groaned as he thrusted himself into you for the third time that week, the sound muffled by your moans echoing through the room. “fuck, always feel so good,” he panted, pace quickening as he completely loses himself in the moment. “so wet, made for me.” the metal of his chains clinked against your skin as he moved above you, each movement sending pleasure through your veins. “take it all, y/n, just like you always do for me…” he commanded, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. the tension between you both had been building with every single hookup, and now he made it simply impossible to keep ignoring. you grabbed onto his chains impulsively, pulling his face closer to yours.

“y’know, kyo, can’t keep being so possessive if we’re just f-” keeho couldn’t bear to hear the next word, his lips crashing against yours in a feverish kiss, tongue delving deep to claim your mouth. “you’re driving me insane,” he broke away momentarily, gasping for air. “waited so long to do that, holy shit…” he smirked, watching how you reacted similarly, only fuelling his lust, making him rock into you harder. “do it again, i da-” you pulled harder this time, keeho immediately responding by slamming his lips against yours once again. “what else is it gonna take to show you that i want more than what we already have?”

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pls comment/rb/send asks with feedback!! this rlly encourages me ♡

[redpapercraness]

an Eiland if you please 🥺

as you wish 🤍

[novembermorgon]

aegon iv, naerys, aemon the dragonknight

[800db-cloud]

Can i know your HEADCANONS about spyper? :0

OF. COURSE. and bonus RED spyper stuff too!

i don’t have very deliberate headcanons for a lot of freaks, but spyper is an exception because he used to be one of my very favorites :) he still honestly kind of is

i didn’t know how to include it, but another headcanon about spyper i have is that he has traits and habits that are “leftover” from the spy and sniper he used to be. his right pointer finger is twitchy and fidgety (a trait from sniper), and he chews on wheat as a substitute for cigarettes (sniper wasn’t a smoker, but spy evidently was and spyper gets nagging feelings of needing a smoke still).

the RED medic that sewed spyper together honestly did a shoddy job, since spyper still feels and thinks his body is rejecting his head. he often feels disembodied/disconnected in his own body. yknow… being two separate people grafted together and forming a third, new subconscious and everything. wicked stuff

and i don’t have a lot on RED spyper for now, but i do know that i think he’s a LOT more ‘stable’ of a hybrid than (BLU) spyper is. i wonder what his deal is

[madame-fear]

Imagine lucerys being betrothed to sunshine!reader😭💕 her parents meet with Rhaenyra when she becomes queen to arrange a marriage between lucerys and their youngest daughter, she’s just curious about everything because her parents never let her experience what her older sisters did because they sheltered her at a young girl age but she loves talking and making new friends. She’s so bubbly when greeting everyone like the Targaryens, and she’s not even scared of them because she believes that every one has kindness. And she’s so fascinated by dragons, she immediately comes to look at them and Arrax and Syrax actually like her and Rhaenyra just loves her because she’s kinda like the daughter she’s never had!!

AHHSHHSHD NONNIE thank you for feeding my mind with this !! i literally CAN’T get over this !! 😭

okay but literally imagine, I think everyone would be delighted by how bubbly & endearing you are. First thought I had beforefinishing to read the message, is that Rhaenyra would absolutely ADORE you the very second you greet her in a most respectful manner, with a wide toothy grin growing on your lips— it would take Nyra no time for her to treat you as her own daughter,, she would basically have you under her wing from that very moment.

Knowing that Luke is a little bit shy, I can picture him helplessly smiling at how lovely you simply are. Initially, he would be overwhelmed... But in a good way, of course! Much like his mother — and basically the rest of his family —, Luke would immediatly be swooped off his feet at the sight of, simply, how much of a kind young girl you are, and incredibly respectful as well to each one of his family members, and to him.

I can definitely see Lucerys offering you his arm to walk you around King’s Landing, or the Red Keep, for you to know your way around as you both gleefully chat. In a way, your personality wouod match perfectly with Luke’s— being the one to take him out of his shell, and swiftly improving his mood at the sight of your presence in the same room as he is in.

And since you have a great curiousity for dragons, and they have grown fond of you, perhaps even booping their snouts against your face playfully, Lucerys would take you to the dragonpit to greet them rather often. The way your eyes are simply impressed by the sight of these huge beasts is a loving sight to behold— and he’s most definitely the type to take you on dragonrides on whichever opportunity he has to do so; adoring the way your warm body eagerly holds him as the air delicately hits on your face whilst riding Arrax.

You are just perfect to be the Lady of the Tides, and I’m certain he would be thanking the Seven for gifting him such a wonderful little sunshine as his betrothed.

NONNIE THIS IS NOT ENOUGH,, I LITERALLY NEED TO WRITE A ONE-SHOT ABOUT THIS, WITH YOUR PERMISSION. 🙇‍♀️

[arkarti]

NSFW HELLIAM 🙏

for y'all asking NSFW (respectful) willry art 😳

he's just kissing his neck~

[miedei]

clark has freckles on his dick WHO SAID THAT

get out of my head get out of my headdddd

he so does too :( dusting of freckles leading down his abdomen to his cock where you can't help but trace them with your lips, watching the gratifying way he squeezes his eyes shut, choking out a plea.

"y'dont— don't gotta do that, baby— oh god,"

[ballpitbee]

you have created my favourite mippins/battat interpretation by far I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK AND YOUR ART!! have a nice day :^]

THAT MEANS THE WORLD TA ME! (hope you have a great day too!)

[shy9-29]

Can i request a fic where reader finally says " i love you " to bf Jay after 4 months of dating and it feels as if he hit the jackpot and he's just so ecstatic to the point he can't stop kissing you and telling you how grateful and lucky he is to be yours and to be loved by you

OMG OFC this is so cute jay is such a cutie and I feel like this fits him so much. Im in love 😻 also happy birthday jay!!!

synopsis: after 4 months of dating jay, you finally muster up the courage to tell him you love him. Ever since, he’s been stuck to you like glue. ✉️ wc. 2.7k

You were lying on the couch, legs lazily draped over Jay’s lap as he scrolled through his phone, completely unaware of the way the golden hour light spilled across his face. He looked too perfect to ignore, so you reached for your phone and angled it just right, switching to the 0.5 lens and snapping a photo without warning.

Jay stretched an arm behind your head, pulling you closer until your cheek rested on his chest. “You’re always taking pictures of me,” he murmured, voice quieter now, more thoughtful. “You gonna run out of storage at this rate.”

He blinked up at the sound, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Did you just take a 0.5 photo of me?” he asked, squinting playfully as he tried to snatch your phone.

You giggled, pulling it out of his reach. “Caught you in your natural habitat.”

“Looking flawless?” he teased, leaning back with a smug grin.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile as you took another shot—this time catching him mid-laugh. That one, you knew you’d save forever.

“I’ll just buy more,” you said softly, your fingers drawing lazy patterns on the back of his hand.

He didn’t respond for a moment, just traced little circles on your arm with his thumb. Then he whispered, almost like a secret, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.”

Your heart thudded once—loud and sudden—but you stayed quiet, just let the warmth of him, the moment, sink in.

Jay looked down at you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You always look at me like that,” he said with a grin.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to say something big.”

You swallowed, feeling the words rise up your throat, right there on the tip of your tongue. But instead, you smiled. “Maybe I am.”

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You don’t have to,” he whispered. “I already know.”

And from that day forward, he was always closer, always touching—his arm around your waist in the kitchen, his fingers laced with yours on the train, his lips brushing your temple when he thought no one was looking.

You hadn’t said it yet. But somehow, he already acted like you did.

Jay was supposed to be at your place thirty minutes ago, but the minutes kept ticking by with no sign of him. You tried not to worry, tried to tell yourself that maybe he just stopped to grab something or took a longer route—but when your phone stayed silent, your anxiety crept in little by little. Finally, you gave in and called him, thumb hovering over the screen until he picked up on FaceTime.

The screen lit up with his familiar face, a little flushed from the heat and frustration, one hand on the wheel. “Hey, babe,” he said, glancing between the road and the camera, his brows slightly furrowed. “Sorry, traffic’s a nightmare. I’m like crawling at 5km an hour.”

You exhaled in relief, though your eyes widened. “Jay, you’re driving—should you really be FaceTiming me right now?”

He chuckled, the sound already easing your nerves. “I know, I know. But I had to let you know I wasn’t ditching you.”

You smiled, even though your voice came out a little scolding. “Oh, then I should probably hang up. I don’t want you to get distracted.”

But he shook his head, his expression softening as he looked at you again. “No, it’s okay. I insist. Hearing your voice actually makes me more focused.”

Your heart melted at that—warmth blooming in your chest at the sincerity in his tone. He wasn’t just saying it to make you feel better. He meant it.

“Okay,” you murmured, the corners of your lips turning up. “But keep your eyes on the road, Mr. Romantic.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, and you stayed on the line, talking about nothing and everything while the city lights passed by slowly behind him.

It was nearly dark when Jay finally arrived, and you heard his familiar footsteps jogging up the stairs before the door flung open with dramatic flair. You barely had time to get up from the couch before he stepped inside with his arms completely full—three large bags swinging from his wrists, a drink tray balanced carefully in one hand, and… was that—?

“Movie night!” he declared in a sing-song voice, holding everything up like a proud delivery man who had just completed the world’s most romantic DoorDash run.

You blinked, your mouth slightly open. “Jay…”

“Wait, wait,” he said, carefully setting the bags down one by one with exaggerated care. “One—your favorite takeout. Two—those weird fizzy grape sodas you love even though they taste like cough syrup. And three—”

He reached into the last bag with a flourish, his grin practically splitting his face in two. “The Jellycat sheep you’ve been dropping hints about for, like, three months.”

He held it out proudly, and you gasped, recognizing the soft, round, floppy plush immediately. “No way.”

“Yes way,” he said, handing it over like it was made of gold. “She’s all yours. I had to fight off a grandma for her, but worth it.”

Your face was already burning with affection and secondhand embarrassment as you reached for the plush, but not before giving his arm a half-hearted smack. “You’re so embarrassing.”

Jay just laughed, brushing your hair gently behind your ear. “But you love it.”

You clutched the plush sheep to your chest, still unable to hide your smile. “Yeah,” you said softly, looking up at him. “I love you.”

His face stilled for a moment, the teasing energy shifting into something warmer, deeper. He stepped forward, hands now free, and cupped your cheeks like you were something precious.

“I love you too,” he whispered, eyes searching yours. “So much.”

You thought he’d kiss you right then—but instead, he pulled you into the tightest hug, rocking you back and forth like he needed to feel every part of you against him.

“I missed you today,” he murmured into your hair. “Traffic sucked. But thinking about coming here, seeing you—made it worth it.”

You hugged him back just as tightly, heart full to the brim. “You’re ridiculous,” you whispered. “You brought enough food to feed a village.”

“A very lucky village,” he quipped, pulling back just enough to look at you again. “C’mon. Let’s pick a movie. I’m voting rom-com. I earned it.”

You rolled your eyes and tugged him toward the couch, Jellycat in one hand, his fingers laced with yours in the other.

And as the night went on—blankets tangled around your legs, the sound of the movie playing softly in the background, and Jay stealing kisses every time you looked away—you realized that this wasn’t just a good night.

It was one of the nights you’d remember forever.

The atmosphere between you and Jay had shifted into something a little more intimate, though neither of you had really said it out loud. You were curled up on the couch, his arms around you, legs tangled in the blanket. Jay looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and before you knew it, he was pulling you into his lap, his hands settling on your waist as he shifted you comfortably on him.

“Jay—” you started to protest, but the words got stuck when he began to kiss your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. The heat from his body was almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to pull away.

He chuckled softly against your skin. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” he whispered, his breath warm and teasing.

You squirmed a little, trying to focus on the movie, but his attention was relentless. His hands slid up your sides, gently pulling your shirt over your head. You blinked, caught off guard, but before you could say anything, he was already taking off his own sweater with swift movements, revealing a white tank top underneath.

You were about to protest, to tell him to stop, but then he draped the sweater over your shoulders. “Here,” he said, his voice a little deeper now. “Wear this. You look cold.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you took the sweater, letting him help you pull it on. It smelled like him, warm and comforting, and suddenly you felt like you could stay in it forever. But that didn’t stop him from continuing his onslaught of soft kisses along your jawline, his hands now tracing circles on your back through the fabric of the sweater.

“Jay, please,” you whimpered, pulling away just slightly to look at him, your hands pressing against his chest. “We have to watch the movie. Can we, like… actually watch it?”

But he only grinned, eyes filled with affection and a touch of playful mischief. “Who needs a movie when I have you right here?” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours as if he couldn’t stop himself.

You gave in to the kiss, your hands curling into his shirt as you melted into him, the movie completely forgotten for the moment. But then, as if on cue, you broke away, breathless.

“Jay!” you laughed, though it was more out of frustration and desire than anything else. “I’m serious, we need to at least pretend we’re watching this thing!”

He groaned in mock annoyance, but you could tell he was only halfheartedly giving up. “Fine, fine,” he said with a resigned sigh, though his hands were still lightly resting on your hips. “We’ll watch the movie. But I’m not making any promises that I won’t kiss you during it.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. You didn’t really mind. Not at all.

You settled back into his lap, adjusting the oversized sweater around you as Jay wrapped his arms securely around your waist. His chin came to rest on your shoulder, and he pressed one last, lingering kiss to your cheek before whispering, “Okay. Movie mode. I’m locked in.”

You picked up the remote and hit play, the screen lighting up with the familiar opening scene. For a solid five minutes, things were normal. His arms stayed still, his breath warm against your neck, and for once, he was actually watching. Or so you thought.

“Wait, what just happened?” he asked suddenly, blinking at the screen.

You turned slightly, suspicious. “Seriously? Jay, that was like the most important part.”

“I was distracted,” he mumbled, nuzzling into your neck again. “You keep wiggling around, what am I supposed to do?”

You tried to stay firm, but the way he pouted made it impossible. “I’m trying to watch, not wiggle.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, then leaned in to kiss your neck again. “Can’t help it. You’re warm. And soft. And in my sweater.”

You bit back a laugh, your heart fluttering all over again. “You’re so dramatic.”

“You’re in denial,” he whispered, sneaking a kiss behind your ear. “You love how obsessed I am with you.”

You turned your head, catching his lips in a quick kiss before he could sneak in another. “I do,” you whispered, barely above a breath. “I really do.”

Jay’s eyes lit up with that boyish sparkle you adored, and he kissed you again—slowly this time, like he wanted to memorize the shape of your mouth.

You let yourself melt for a second, but when he made a move to deepen it, you pulled away with a giggle, smushing his face gently with your palm.

“Movie,” you reminded him, trying not to laugh as he groaned dramatically.

“Fine. Movie,” he repeated, resting his head back on your shoulder with a sigh.

And even though he finally quieted down, his arms never left you, his fingers gently tracing little shapes on your thigh, his lips brushing your temple every now and then like he just couldn’t help himself.

You never thought movie night would feel like this. Like home. Like love. Like everything.

Halfway through the movie, you felt the growing urge to pee and finally sighed, untangling yourself from Jay’s hold. He immediately sat up with you, as if he was about to follow you into battle.

You blinked at him. “Jay… I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“I know,” he said, already trailing behind you like a very clingy, very tall shadow.

You laughed under your breath, reaching for the bathroom door. “Go watch the movie. I’ll be like—two minutes.”

But he didn’t stop. Instead, he stepped right inside the bathroom with you like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You turned around, eyebrows raised. “Jay.”

He blinked innocently. “What?”

“Just wait outside,” you said, trying to nudge him back out with a hand to his chest.

He let out the softest, most dramatic pout, stepping back with slumped shoulders like you’d just rejected him on national television. “Fine,” he grumbled, dragging his feet as he stepped out. “But I’m waiting right here.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and shut the door, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous he was being.

When you came out a moment later, he was standing right outside like a loyal puppy, arms crossed and eyes lighting up the second he saw you.

“I survived,” he said solemnly. “Barely.”

“You’re insane,” you giggled, giving his hand a playful squeeze as you walked past him. “I’m just grabbing some water.”

But of course, Jay followed you into the kitchen, right on your heels. You could feel his presence hovering behind you, not even giving you a few inches of space.

As you reached up to grab a glass from the cabinet, his arms slid around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest.

You let out a surprised little laugh. “Jay!”

“What?” he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I missed you.”

“I was literally gone for two minutes.”

“That’s two minutes too long.” His voice was soft, almost sleepy, and his arms tightened around you just a bit. “Let me be clingy. I’m in love.”

Your heart fluttered again, like it always did with him. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, smiling to yourself as you filled your glass.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Be clingy.”

And he didn’t let go, not even when you finished drinking your water. He just walked you back to the couch, arms still looped around your waist like you were his favorite person in the whole world—which, judging by the way he looked at you… you were.

The credits were rolling by the time Jay finally stopped kissing the side of your face and let you actually focus on the screen. The movie ended in a soft silence, the only sounds in the room the faint hum of the TV and your steady breathing as you leaned into his chest, your head tucked right beneath his chin.

Jay didn’t say anything right away. He just held you close, arms around you like he never wanted to let go, his thumb gently stroking circles against your arm. The weight of the moment seemed to settle in his chest all at once—the quiet, the warmth, the feeling of you so close, so comfortable, so his.

“I feel like I hit the jackpot,” he whispered suddenly, barely above a breath.

You tilted your head to glance up at him, eyes curious. “Hmm?”

He looked down at you, eyes soft and sincere, no teasing, no grin—just pure honesty. “Being yours. Being loved by you. I don’t think I’ve ever been this lucky.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you blinked, completely disarmed by how serious he sounded.

“I mean it,” he continued, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You’re everything, you know that? You make everything feel lighter. Better. Just being near you feels like… like home.”

You stared at him, speechless for a second, heart swelling in your chest until it felt too full to contain.

“I never thought I’d have something like this,” he murmured, voice almost cracking as he rested his forehead gently against yours. “Someone like you.”

You cupped his cheek with one hand, your thumb grazing his skin. “You do,” you whispered. “You have me.”

And Jay smiled then—not his usual cocky grin, but something softer. Something real.

“Forever?”

You nodded, barely able to speak past the lump in your throat. “Forever.”

He kissed you again—slowly, gently, like a silent promise. And when he pulled you into his chest, holding you like a secret he never wanted to share, you both knew neither of you would ever stop feeling lucky.

[artemisia1925]

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