#I checked jenna too she's the same

[loveanddeepthroat]

can i mc reader and sylus where mc ends up in hospital after a mission gone wrong and sylus shows up but she wants him to leave in case someone sees him there

Careless

Pairing - Sylus x f!MC

Summary - You landed yourself in the hospital overnight after a mix up at HQ had you fighting too many Wanderer’s alone. You’re already bummed about being stuck at Akso, so the feeling of dread when Sylus turns up unexpectedly only adds to your unease.

Word Count - 2.3k

Warnings - Set in a hospital. Angst and fluff.

The incessant beeping of medical machinery echoing throughout the ward was getting to your sore head.

Akso Hospital was rammed full of casualties and emergencies, seeing as it was a Friday night. You felt a bit out of place amongst the partygoers and adventurous folk who had taken their fun a little too far.

In your opinion, you didn’t really need to be here. The eggplant coloured bruise on the right side of your forehead definitely looked a lot worse than it felt, but the doctors weren’t buying your claims that you weren’t in any pain.

Likely because you were wincing when you’d said it.

A night under their watch was what the doctor ordered, and it wasn’t up for discussion. You were just relieved that Doctor Zayne was working away for a week. He’d have checked you in indefinitely and scheduled an hour long lecture on why you needed to be more careful.

A mix up at HQ had the system only requesting that you attend a spontaneous Wanderer attack in Linkon Library. Just one had been reported, but seven of the ruthless bastards had accosted you the minute you stepped foot in the evacuated building.

Confident that you could handle them, you didn’t bother calling in for more Hunters. As it turned out, that confidence was misplaced, and the last thing you remembered before blacking out was a loud screeching sound. You had no idea what it was, but it hadn’t been important in your unconscious state.

When you eventually awoke in the hospital, Jenna had been hanging over you, immediately giving you the third degree for continuing alone. You should’ve known that the alert for only your assistance had been a mistake in the system, and you should’ve insisted that someone accompany you no matter what it had said.

She made sure to drill that into your head more than once.

Admittedly, you were glad to see the back of her once she had finally left. Your head was starting to throb with the volume of her voice, and all you wanted was the bliss of being unconscious again.

It was late now, and you were exhausted. Sleep was looking to be impossible tonight, however. There were several other patients on the same ward, all admitted with varying ailments. The injured man opposite you had done nothing but stare coldly from the moment he was wheeled in in a full leg cast.

You tried to speak to him. You offered him a polite smile, which was met with a sneer. Whatever his problem with you was, it was beginning to get on your nerves.

You just wanted to go home.

“Miss,” a softly spoken nurse greeted as she approached your bed. “There’s a visitor here to see you.”

You frowned, wondering if you heard her correctly over the hustle and bustle of the ward. It was well past visiting hours, and you couldn’t think of anyone other than your colleagues who knew that you were even at the hospital.

The man with the broken leg frowned, too. “What? She gets special treatment because she’s a so-called hero? I should get visiting rights, too!”

“Would you like me to let him in?” The nurse asked, ignoring the grumbling patient.

Him. That didn’t exactly narrow things down.

“Uhh,” you faltered, a little unsure. You didn’t want to cause any issues with the other patients. “Are you sure?”

The nurse nodded and smiled, though it looked a bit forced. It almost seemed like she was desperate for you to say yes to your mystery visitor.

“Okay,” you finally agreed. 

The look of relief on her face was not lost on you. She quickly hurried away to retrieve whoever came to see you, leaving you to endure the displeasure from the man opposite.

“I used to be a mailman, you know? If it weren’t for me, people wouldn’t have had their mail. Do I get special treatment, though? No, of course not. You Hunters get all the glory and adoration. And I’ll tell you another thing—”

“You’ve told her plenty.”

Prominent footsteps sounded from the doorway, the atmosphere immediately becoming heavy and tense. You almost choked on absolutely nothing at the sight of him.

Sylus.

Your eyes flared, heart hammering against your ribcage like a drum. He couldn’t be here. The risk was far too great.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” the grumpy man sneered back, looking him up and down, “…vampire.”

It was a colourful insult, and one that made your unwelcome companion chuckle. “If you’ll excuse us,” he began, the swirling red vines of his Evol appearing to drag the man’s cubicle curtain to a close at a leisurely pace. “Mailman.”

To your relief, there was no backlash from the irritated patient across the room. Although that did make you wonder if he wasn’t retaliating by his own choice, or if Sylus had silenced him somehow. The latter wouldn’t have surprised you.

“What on earth are you doing here?!” you hissed quietly. “You can’t be here, Sylus.”

Crimson eyes didn’t meet yours, his cold gaze set only on the bandages around your head as he approached your bedside, closing your curtain behind him. He didn’t quite look like himself. His hands were balled into fists at his sides, green and blue veins prominently making an appearance.

“I’ll think twice before taking advice from a woman who was very recently knocked unconscious amidst a 7v1 Wanderer fight,” he rebuked monotonously. 

You scoffed. “I’m fine, if that’s why you came. Feel free to go back to—”

“Fine?” His face quickly turned from emotionless to severely unamused as he cut you off sharply. “That’s quite the contradiction, sweetie.”

You raised an eyebrow barely high enough for him to see your questioning expression. The gesture hurt, which wasn’t helping your case. “To what?”

He dragged a plastic chair towards your bed before sitting down, his ankles crossed in front of him. You couldn’t really read his demeanour. He almost seemed cross with you.

“To what I saw from Mephisto,” he responded tightly.

Mephisto. 

That explained the screeching you heard before you slipped into unconsciousness. “And what exactly was Mephisto doing there?”

Sylus merely shrugged, offering nothing verbal in response. The lackadaisy gesture did nothing but piss you off. You’ve told him countless times to stop sending Mephisto out to keep tabs on you, and each time it seemed to fall on deaf ears. 

He clearly was not pleased with you, but you weren’t stupid. He was here because you had concerned him. Sylus was a busy man, especially at this time of night. He wouldn’t have come just to berate you with words that could’ve been put into a text message.

Not that you knew where your phone was.

The atmosphere between you both fell into silence, only the sounds of medical machinery filling in the lack of conversation. You didn’t really know what to say to him, and he wasn’t typically the type to lose his words. But it was clear to see that he didn’t know what to say, either.

After a long moment, he cleared his throat, his hands flexing in his lap. “I told you those guns of yours were pathetic.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my guns,” you mumbled with a roll of your eyes.

“So it’s a skill issue?”

You glared harshly at him, flinching noticeably as you did. You weren’t sure what was bothering you more, the pain in your head or the mood that Sylus was so clearly in. 

His features softened ever so slightly as he recognised your pain. Still, that didn’t stop him from being an asshole. “It’s one or the other, kitten.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. If there was one thing you didn’t want Sylus to think of you as, it was weak. You weren’t sure why you cared so much, but you did.

“I suppose my guns are a little on the outdated side,” you murmured begrudgingly.

He smirked, his hands finally relaxing a little in his lap. The awkward atmosphere was slowly fading, which you were grateful for. You didn’t want to pry into his mind and make things worse again.

You buried your head a little further into the pillow beneath your sore head, letting your eyes fall shut for a moment. Fatigue was starting to settle in your body, almost dragging you into a swift sleep before your chilly hand was captured in a warm embrace.

Your eyes shot open again, finding Sylus out of his seat and leaning over you. His eyes were a bit wider than usual. “Have they checked you for a concussion?” 

“Yeah,” you told him gently. The close proximity had you flustered. “I’m a little concussed, but I’m allowed to sleep.”

His brows drew together slightly as he studied you. You’ve both had these strange little moments before, when his mask slips away just enough to see his true feelings.

“I’ll be fine,” you whispered in reassurance. “You should go, Sylus.”

He shook his head, his hand tightening slightly over yours. It looked like an effort, but he managed to smirk at you again. “Trying to get rid of me already?”

Beneath that facade of humour, he was a little bit wounded. You wouldn’t point it out, but you could see it. He was a stubborn bastard who wasn’t going to let you push him away, but he also didn’t like that you were trying to push him away.

It wasn’t as if you wanted him to go. Your relationship with him was…complicated.

Complicated in the sense that you weren’t in a relationship, but he had a habit of establishing a level of intimacy between you both that you weren’t blind to. Good morning and goodnight texts, constant invites to events as his plus one with no other reason than to be beside him, and random gifts left on your doorstep so often that your elderly neighbour recently asked if you were ‘getting some.’

A relationship with him would be very difficult to maintain. You both come from entirely different worlds that just could not merge. No matter how much you desired him, you had to maintain your composure.

“I’m not trying to get rid of you,” you sighed. “I just don’t like how careless you’re being by showing up here. Some people do worry, you know.”

He slowly lowered his loom over you so that his nose was just inches away from yours. You couldn’t help but swallow, feeling his steady breath on your lips as he spoke. It was intimidating and yet so intimate that you didn’t know whether to cower or cut him off with a kiss you never knew you wanted. 

“You don’t think I’m worried about you?” he drawled in a rather serious manner.

“That’s not what I—”

“Do you not realise how it looked through Mephisto’s eyes when you were walloped a great distance across a library and crumpled to the floor like a lifeless body.” His teeth were gritted in his mouth, the word ‘body’ coming out tightly like his tongue was rejecting the word. “You’re not the only person who is worried here. Do not brand me incapable of such feelings.”

Your mouth went a little dry, tears threatening to invade your eyes. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in his worry, and you hadn’t meant for it to come across that way.

“I just don’t want you to risk your freedom for me,” you whispered shakily.

He lifted his hand from where it was holding him up beside your free hand, carefully moving some strands of your hair that had fallen over your bandages. 

“I’d risk it all for you.”

He had never said such a thing to you in all the time you’d been acquainted. You knew that he would carry out every need you might have of him. You knew that he would listen to you sit and ramble on and on about anything, never interrupting you. You knew that he cared about you.

But you were still in the dark when it came to the extent of that care.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” he murmured.

Thankfully, you caught yourself before you were about to shake your sore head. “Just…trying to figure you out.”

A smile slowly spread across his lips. A real smile. It was enough to make your heart flutter, embarrassingly made noticeable by the heart rate monitor you were hooked up to.

“It would require a lot of brainpower to do that, sweetie. Maybe lose the concussion first,” he said in his typically sarcastic tone.

You managed your own small smile, which blossomed into a chuckle. This was the side of Sylus that had you coming back to him whenever he asked for your company.

His real side.

He kept his hand atop your head, avoiding the bandages completely. His thumb swiped gently over the parting of your hair, pulling you off to sleep again. You were pretty sure that he was doing it on purpose to force you into rest, but you were in no position to argue with him. You were officially exhausted.

“Would you really like me to leave, kitten?” he asked in a soft whisper as your eyes fluttered.

The very thought of him leaving made you a little upset. Despite your attempts at convincing the doctors you were fine, you damn well were not. You needed his comfort, and he needed to know that you were safe and on the road to a speedy recovery.

“No,” you whispered, succumbing to the soothing strokes on your scalp.

A soft brush of his lips was the last thing you felt before you finally drifted off, feeling secure enough to do so with his company.

“Good,” he’d whispered back before you fully clocked out. “I’ll always be careless so long as I get to you.”

A/N - Long time no fic post. I apologise, life has been crazy. I haven’t proof read this cause honestly I’m just too tired so I’ll read over it in the morning and edit any mistakes. Hope you’re all doing well! 🖤

[highprettybabyy]

Seeing Red

Part 11 - Finally

jenna ortega x fem!reader apocalypse au

summary: this is pure fluff

warnings: enemies to lovers, typical apocalypse stuff, violence, blood, zombies, gore, maybe angst... some fluff...

AN: i hope this pays for my alimony

word count: 1.3k

Part 10

—//—

Her lips touched yours first.

A soft, trembling brush, tentative - like if she pressed too hard, the moment would break apart like glass.

You sighed into her mouth, your hands finding her waist, pulling her closer by instinct alone. The towels dropped to the floor with soft thuds. The tiny distance between you vanished like it was never meant to exist at all.

The kiss deepened. Grew heated. Desperate.

Jenna's hand found the back of your neck, digging her fingers in firmly to pull you closer. She tilted her head slightly, matching every push and pull with a quiet hunger that sent sparks skimming down your spine.

You stumbled back a step, barely feeling the cold floor under your feet. Only feeling her, the heat of her body pressed into yours, the taste of her mouth, the gasp she tried to hide when you nipped gently at her lower lip.

The world fell away. None of it mattered. Only her. Only this.

Only finally.

You broke apart first, gasping for air. Your foreheads rested together. Jenna’s hands clutched your sides, thumbs stroking slow circles against your skin.

You stared at her mouth - red and kiss-bruised - and then into her eyes.

Then she gave the tiniest smile - that real one you hardly ever saw - and kissed you again. A gentler kiss. A softer one. Like a promise., You pulled her into you with all the fierce, pent-up affection you hadn’t dared let yourself feel until now.

It wasn’t perfect. It was messy, breathless, trembling.

It was perfect.

You stayed tangled in each other’s arms for minutes, maybe hours, neither of you sure where you ended and she began.

When you finally pulled away, your heart still hammering inside your chest, you realised neither of you knew what to say. The air buzzed with possibility, with tension, but also with fear. Saying something might break it. Shatter it.

Jenna broke the silence first - well, kind of.

She tugged lightly on your wrist, a silent question in her eyes.

Come with me.

You went willingly, half-dazed, your free hand brushing along the cold walls for balance.

The bedroom was vast - high ceilings, wide windows covered with heavy blackout curtains. Dust drifted lazily through the silver beams of moonlight sneaking in through the cracks.

Jenna clicked the lock behind you instinctively. Habit.

You watched as she moved around the room with practised grace - checking the corners, the closet, under the bed. Every inch of the space was cleared in under a minute.

You sat on the edge of the bed, breathless with how efficient she was. How safe she made you feel just by being there.

You fiddled with the matches you'd grabbed earlier, lighting the heavy candles you'd found in the bathroom drawers. Their flames flickered weakly against the walls, casting the room in a soft, golden glow.

You shivered slightly. The night air had grown colder.

You headed back into the closet for new clothes. The feeling of fresh clothes feels ethereal after having spent so long re-wearing the same outfit. You put some sleeping shorts and an oversized hoodie on the chair for Jenna.

Jenna stripped the dusty sheets from the bed and replaced them with fresh ones you’d found folded in the walk-in wardrobe. The clean linen smelled faintly of cedar. She worked quietly, methodically, her back to you - but you didn’t miss the way her hands shook slightly as she tucked the corners in.

She was nervous too.

Good.

You sat cross-legged on the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as the candles burned lower and Jenna got dressed too. You didn’t dare speak. Didn’t dare break whatever fragile magic was holding this night together.

When Jenna was satisfied everything was secure, she crossed back to you.

You tilted your head up as she approached.

She hesitated only a second before climbing onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under her weight. Her thigh brushed against yours - warm and solid - and you both froze for half a heartbeat.

Then Jenna shifted closer, until your knees bumped. Until you could feel the shudder of her breath against your shoulder.

Neither of you spoke.

You turned slightly, facing her fully. She mirrored you instinctively.

Her hair was still slightly damp from the pool, curling faintly at the edges. You watched the way the candlelight caught the drops clinging to her lashes. The faint pink flush on her cheeks. The raw vulnerability in her eyes.

You reached out - barely thinking - and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her breath stuttered.

She closed her eyes.

The room was filled with the sound of your breathing. Slow, tentative, hungry.

You couldn’t stop yourself.

You leaned in again, pressing your mouth to hers - softer this time. Slower.

Jenna kissed you back just as gently.

Her hands cupped your jaw, cradling your face like you were something precious. Something worth keeping.

You tilted sideways without thinking, pulling her down with you until you were both lying on your sides, facing each other in the dim golden haze.

She smiled against your mouth. You smiled too.

For a long, long moment, you just stayed there. Breathing each other in.

Jenna closed her eyes eventually, her face peaceful. Her hand stayed tangled loosely in your shirt.

You stayed awake. Staring.

Because how could you not? After everything?

The girl who used to drive you up the walls. The girl who challenged you at every turn. The girl who somehow, impossibly, had fought through the end of the world and still found her way back to you.

You stared shamelessly.

Until finally, Jenna cracked one eye open.

“You know I can’t sleep because I feel you staring at me, right?” she murmured, voice husky with exhaustion.

You flushed bright red - caught - but you refused to back down.

Instead, you leaned in closer, lowering your voice to a teasing whisper.

“How am I supposed to look at anything else,” you said, “after the way you kissed me?”

Jenna’s mouth quirked up into a lazy smirk. She arched a perfect eyebrow.

“You’re an idiot,” she said affectionately.

You beamed. “Takes one to know one.”

“Go to sleep, Y/N/N.”

The nickname made your stomach flip.

“Oh, are we on nickname basis already, Jen-”

You didn’t get to finish.

Jenna rolled her eyes, leaned over, and kissed you squarely - firmly - shutting you up the only way she knew how.

You melted into her, grinning against her mouth.

She pulled back, shaking her head fondly, and tucked herself against your side - an arm thrown carelessly across your stomach, her head resting just under your chin.

You froze for a second - brain short-circuiting - before cautiously wrapping your arms around her.

Her fingers traced lazy, featherlight patterns along your jaw. Down your neck. Across your collarbone.

You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realised you were holding.

You were going to die.

You were going to die of being gay.

Jenna shifted closer, her legs tangling with yours under the fresh sheets. Her nose brushed the underside of your jaw. Her touch gentled into stillness.

And then she fell asleep - breathing deep and slow against your skin.

You lay there for a few minutes longer - stunned. Euphoric. Terrified.

You stared at the ceiling.

You stared at her.

You smiled so hard it hurt your cheeks.

And then - finally - you closed your eyes.

Sleep took you almost instantly.

For the first time in months, maybe years, you weren’t afraid of what tomorrow would bring.

Because tonight, Jenna Ortega was asleep in your arms.

And somehow, impossibly - impossibly - you were safe.

You were home.

—//—

AN: am i still evil? 🤭

Part 12

[ajortga]

comfort person

pairing: sam carpenter x female reader

summary: sammy spends time with you after a long day, giving you all the love money can't buy.

word count: 1.7k+

a/n: first sam fic, just had this idea and plan on writing more of her later on. more jenna fics will be out soon:). thank you for 600 followers<3

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Sam is greeted with the sight of your figure waddling to her after school, her hands making way to her helmet that protects her head. As she takes it off and feels the cool breeze flow through her hair, she her heart strings tug when your smile widens and you walk faster to her.

“Hi, baby,” she says, kissing your forehead gently while playing with your hair. Her arms wrap around you as soon as she places her helmet against the seating of her motorcycle.

Immediately you cling onto her, burying your face into her chest because that’s the only place your head can reach. Her scent invades your senses, sweet and slightly musky from her leather jacket.

Sam peppers kisses against your hair, stroking it softly. It warms her heart (that’s meant to be tough) seeing your slightly grumpy façade melt as soon as her protective arms wrap around you. But, could you not say the same for her? Seeing the way your girlfriend’s eyes soften like ice cream on a hot summer day. Sam isn’t the closed off person that your best friends see, not your Sammy.

She’s the sweetest, making you melt into her arms whenever you have a bad day, cuddles and kisses at night, soothing tummy rubs for bad stomach aches. 

“Hi, Sammy.” You look up at her, eyes a little tired with her arms snug around your waist as she brushes a strand away from your face, studying you.

She softly smiles at you, rubbing your cheek. “Tired?” She asks, a little worried.

You nod, “Just a little. Too many tests.”

“That’s not good,” the taller girl says, voice etched with concern. “You were up studying.” She pauses for a moment, before lifting you on the motorcycle seat, behind her. “What about this? I’ll make you feel better, are you willing to go somewhere or do you want to stay home? I have a surprise.”

You murmur incoherently against her chest, a few muffled words before saying, “Mm willing to go somewhere.”

Sam kisses your forehead, “Okay, hold onto me. When we get home I’ll give you all the cuddles in the world, cook you dinner, and turn on your favorite movie. It’s Friday anyway.”

Your girlfriend turns around and places her helmet on your head, making sure that you’re safe and comfortable before taking off, a soft vroom sounding.

You drive through the buildings and city of Woodsboro, people spilling coffee, apartments into view, parties beginning to happen as you cling onto Sam’s waist.

A turn here, brake here, vroom there. Your eyes close, nuzzling into Sam’s back. It’s not long before you two come to a stop when you open your eyes. 

“Build-A-Bear?” you question, looking at your girlfriend who is grinning at you.

“You know I can’t ignore the way you keep checking on my phone if that Pochacco plush is sold out, right? My whole search history is, “Pochacco plush build a bear” or “Is Pochacco still at Build-A-Bear stores?” Don’t even get me started with, “Why is Pochacco build-a-bear stuffed animal so expensive on eBay?” So we’re going to find that stuffed animal.” Sam scrunches her nose, seeing the way you embarrassingly smile.

For some reason, Sam’s internet on her phone works better than yours, so you catch yourself desperate to see if your Build-A-Bear plush you wanted is still out of stock online.

She ties the helmet on your head against the handles of her motorcycle, extending her hand for you to hold.

You take it as you both walk into the store. “I don’t understand how your phone works faster than mine, Sammy. You barely use it!” 

Sam rolls her eyes, “Not my fault that the wifi just favorites me, mi vida. Come on, we’re gonna get you that plushie.”

Your arm clings onto hers as you place your head on her shoulder, a way for you to show your affection. It’s always sweet to Sam, seeing your clinginess whenever you’re with her. You're skipping with her, teeth shown in a toothy, happy smile.

She doesn’t understand how you do it, she’s supposed to be closed-off to everyone except for Tara. Her sister even has to tease her for it because she finds herself buying flowers for you and making a Spotify playlist for you. “It’s cute, Sam.” Tara assures her, pinching her shoulder.

Sam holds the door for you, in which you immediately cling back onto her. Cool breeze surrounded you both from the AC, the comfy atmosphere of stuffed animals and outfits. You drag her to the Sanrio section where Pochaccos were waiting for you.

Before she could even speak, you turned to her, holding an unstuffed Pochacco while wearing puppy eyes. A smile cracks onto her face as she pulls you into her chest, “Is that all you want? Shouldn’t we get him some clothes so he isn’t.. You know, unclothed?”

“Naked,” you correct, looking up when she rolls her eyes and nods. “Yes, naked. Do you have to make me say it?”

You sniff, “Yes, I do actually. Okay, help me choose the clothes, Sammy!”

As you two hold on to each other while looking at the colorful clothing, she gently circles her thumb against your palm. She reluctantly agrees when you ask her to have her speak for the voice box. You didn’t want to sleep without hearing her. But sometimes, she had to work late, and this was a cute option.

Sam goes through the clothes, pulling out a purple bikini, “What about this one?”

You stare at it, before bursting out into a laugh. “Sammy, Pochacco is a boy! He can’t wear a bikini!”

“Oh yeah? Says who, Y/N? This is a free country!” She argues while your head is buried into her chest, the scent of musk from her leather jacket filling your senses.

“Yes it’s a free country! But I was wanting Pochacco to wear something that fit his personality!”

She sighs, relenting as she puts away the bikini. “I thought our Pochacco would look very fashionable wearing a purple bikini. Oh!” She pulls out a flying ace outfit, with pilot goggles and a fluffy brown bomber jacket. “This one?”

Sam knows she made the right choice as you give her a toothy grin. A grin that makes her smile too. “Okay! Yay! That one.” You watch when she helps you carry the outfits and your bags. 

“How about we get him some overalls too? He can’t always go out wearing the same outfit, can he?”

“I guess not,” you sigh dramatically, “Overalls would be very cute.”

You two dig through the outfits before being able to find the jean overalls. “I have another idea for an outfit we should get.” 

Your girlfriend turns to you while grabbing a pair of tiny overalls, “Oh?” She tilts her head, “What would that be, mi vida?”

The tall brunette feels your hands untangle from hers before you run away, coming back 10 seconds later with your nose scrunched, holding a familiar purple bikini. Her eyes gleam, grinning at you. “Told you, fashionable.”

You roll your eyes.

~

By the time you two are about to checkout, you both are holding a lot of outfits. (Sam insisted as she got your stuffy shoes, hats, scarfs, hell, even a dress.) It made your cheeks burn as you had to look away from her to not let a smile break throughout your face when she was looking for a “I love Sam” or “I love Y/N” shirt. Unfortunately, she had to resort to a “I love you” shirt instead. 

Your forehead is peppered with kisses when you both are in line. You let the sweetness of Sam comfort you as you nuzzle her, burying your body against her.

“Talk about a cute couple,” the two girls say behind you, jealousy and admiration in their tone. 

You two get to a register as Sam pays. Next thing you know, the Pochacco is taken out of your hand to be stuffed. A soft whirring sound buzzes from the stuffing station, fuzz flying in the large container with a bear to decorate on top. You shiver from the AC that is starting to get a little too chilly.

Sam smiles down at you, her fingers threading through your hair. They begin to stuff your Pochacco, his body starting to inflate until it looks like a cute puppy. 

“All done!” The worker says, handing the puppy to you with a sweet smile. 

The cute face stares back at you as you hug him tight, a soft song playing when you squeeze him.

“I’ll get the custom voice box tonight, promise.” Sam says, draping her leather jacket over you, catching the way you begin to feel cold. 

“I love you,” you whisper, letting her kiss you softly. You hold Pochacco up for her to hold, the leather sleeves slightly oversized. You two leave the store and sit against a chair together.

He’s cute, Sam thinks, squishing him gently as you two begin to dress him. You start him with some overalls, black converse, and a heart headband. She notices how you look so happy. It makes her heart squeeze. 

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you some cinnamon rolls, okay? Then we can cuddle up and watch a movie when we get home.” Your arm links with hers as you both head back to the motorcycle, Sam making sure to stay on the side with the cars on them as you two walk.

The rest of the day, you spend time cuddling in bed with a fluffy blanket wrapped around you two. You don't let your stuffed animal go whatsoever. (Sam doesn't want to admit that you brought an extra chair to make the fluffy creature sit at dinner.)

"An extra meatball for him," You point at Pochacco as she sighs, pouring some spaghetti on a small plate.

-

Whenever Sam comes home late, she's greeted with the sight of you, hugging the plushie and squeezing the voice box like you'll die if you don't hear her.

"Hi, sweetheart. Just wanted to let you know that I love you and miss you. Hold tight, I'm always thinking about you and will give you so many cuddles when I get home, okay? I love you mi vida."

You sniff, burying your face into the plushie as you keep squeezing the arm, a different lullaby of Sam playing every time.

[manikas-whims]

how Zayne from Love and Deepspace will react when he finds out you're on your period..

You get a call from the Akso Hospital and are suddenly requested to pay a visit.

You don't understand what's happening but leave your work desk all the same.

The moment you arrive and speak to the receptionist, she informs that you have a check-up scheduled with Dr. Zayne for today.

You're slightly surprised and confused because despite being a little messy, you do keep up with your own schedule, and you clearly don't remember having any such check-ups.

Regardless, you head towards Zayne’s office.

[moments later]

You give a knock on the door to announce your arrival before walking in.

Zayne is already putting down the documents in his hands and by the time you reach his desk, he's scrutinizing you, as if searching for any signs of something off with you.

“What is it?” You ask in frustration. There's a load of mission reports waiting at your work desk that you need to finish and submit this week, and frankly you don't have much time right now.

Zayne merely raises a brow as if offended by your curt tone.

“Sit.” He commands.

You deliberately sigh loudly before taking a seat. “I don't have any check-ups today, Zayne. Why did you call me?”

“Correct me if I am wrong but it must be the second day of your menstrual cycle?” He states so calmly as if making an absurd remark about the weather.

You're quite mortified for a moment. But then mortification is replaced by annoyance. Doctor or not, your periods are your problem and Zayne isn't supposed to comment on how you deal with them.

You narrow your eyes at him. “That’s..none of your business.”

“It is since your captain called up.” Zayne supplies calmly.

“Jenna?” You're confused. Why would she?

“She informed me about your not so peaceful conversation with a guy from the Data Analysis Department.” He speaks, his lips slowly curving up into a smirk.

“Nero was the one who wouldn't shut up!” You tell him.

“And she also informed me how you choked the life out of your coffee mug using your evol. That's a misconduct if I've ever heard of it.”

Okay misusing your evol wasn't exactly right. But crumbling your mug with it did help with the stomach cramps. Even if just a teensy bit.

By this point you’re gripping the armrests of the chair a little too tightly. His knowing smirk isn't helping either. Combining all that with your mood swings enrages you even more.

But before you can lash out at him. Give him the same treatment you gave Nero and your coffee mug. Say something that you'll definitely regret later on, he leaves his chair and comes to stand right in front of you.

“Take the rest of the day off.” He says. Neither a friendly suggestion nor a doctor's advice. Just an outright order. And you don't like that.

“I can’t. I have reports to finish.”

He sighs before fishing something out from one of his desk drawers. Then, he pours a glass of water and comes back to you, offering the said glass along with a pill in his other hand.

You immediately recognize the painkiller and shake your head. “I don't take those.”

“You should.” He says emphatically, nudging the items towards you.

“Absolutely not!” You feel your voice crack a little. You have a lot of work left to do. You really need to get going.

But Zayne isn't deterred by your words. He steps even closer, and speaks in a softer tone. The same one that he uses only on rare occasions. When he's being earnest to you.

“Not taking the painkillers doesn't make you stronger than the rest of the women in the world.” He puts the glass in your hand, and offers the pill again. “You must acknowledge your pain, and work to overcome it in the most efficient ways.”

You bite your lip because he's only being reasonable. You must look like an absolute brat to him.

“Fine.” Your voice comes out a little shaky from holding back your tears as you accept the pill and swallow it.

“Good girl.” He pats your head. “Now let’s get you home.”

You agree to take the remaining day off but he doesn’t need to waste anymore time on you. He must realize that he has his own share of work to do. And you are a responsible adult. You can’t always rely on him. You can do things on your own despite the hardships.

“I can go by myself.” You mumble.

“I know. But let me help. I have the right to help you.”

“You have the right to?” Once more, annoyance begins flaring up in your head. “On what account? Being my personal physician!?”

He smiles softly. Genuinely. “On account of being your friend.”

His admission stuns you into silence and you avert your gaze.

How can he be so kind? He's being so unfair! Now you look even worse of a brat.

You feel ashamed for behaving the way you did.

“Come on.” He beckons, offering a hand.

You hesitate for a moment before putting your own palm into his bigger one.

His fingers curl around your wrist instead and he tugs you forward, helping you stand, his arm now coming to wrap around your shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

He's already directing you out of the room and locking its door when you murmur. “Zayne?”

“What is it?” He asks as he tucks away his glasses into the pocket of his coat.

“Sorry for getting mad at you.”

He scoffs. “It’s understandable in your current predicament.”

You watch him fish out his car keys and speak again. “No seriously. Thank you for everything you do. You're more than just a friend.”

He cocks his head to the side but you still catch him smiling wide this time. “The feeling is mutual.”

Here it is! Hope y'all like it. I'm still new to writing for Love and Deepspace so bear with me 🥹

Rafayel version coming soon!

AND THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

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[kilesplaysthings]

comforting him

helping him feel better when life gets hard

(there’s so many lovely ideas of how the guys make MC/us feel better when things are hard or when we’re not feeling well, but what about them?)

Please Note: this little series will cover some sad/dark topics, like illness, death and night terrors, but ends with comfort. Just to make everyone aware. :)

soundtrack ref: not alone and a little bit of leave a light on

Zayne | Caleb | Rafayel | Xavier | Sylus

💜⭐️ XAVIER ⭐️💜

It hadn't been that strenuous of a mission. In fact, it was a pretty standard one; nothing substantial to cause alarm. Xavier hadn't even gotten injured. He was doing just fine once he clocked out from work and headed home. So why, a couple of days later he was hit with an extreme bout of exhaustion, he had no idea.

It was an exhaustion more severe than he usually experienced. Moving turned out to be difficult. He felt heavy and sluggish. Not even sleeping for hours helped, and when he tried to get ready to go to work, he suddenly found it hard to perform even the most menial tasks like buttoning up a shirt. His mind was also in a constant fog.

"Hello?" A male voice came over the phone that Xavier was struggling to hold.

"Who... is this..?" He wondered. His thoughts were jumbled, but he was expecting to hear Simone or Captain Jenna over the phone. He didn't think he would be able to make it into work today.

"Xavier? Is this some kind of joke? It's me, Jeremiah."

"Oh."

There was a rather pregnant pause. Xavier knew he should tell his old comrade he called him by accident, but he was finding it difficult to get the words out.

"Hello? Xavier? Is everything okay?"

"Uh... yeah. Didn't mean to call you. I was gonna call the Hunter's Association."

"You sure you're okay? You don't sound too good."

"I'm fine. Just... tired."

"Well... Okay, then. Take care of yourself, yeah?"

"Yeah, I know."

Once off the phone with Jeremiah, he was able to let those at the Hunter's Association know that he couldn't come in to work before he collapsed on the bed and completely shut down.

.

Xavier didn't show up for work for the next week. He was MIA everywhere. It was getting to the point that Jeremiah was beginning to feel concerned about not hearing from him.

Something's wrong, he thought. He knew that recently, Xavier got tired a lot due to the transparent collar locked around his neck, but he had never been this unresponsive before. No matter how many times he tried to contact him, he never answered his phone.

Is this it? Is he starting to wear down? Just the thought of it made the gardener anxious. He had no way of knowing how much time Xavier had left.

Suddenly, his phone rang, and Jeremiah quickly glanced at it. Could it be? No. It wasn't Xavier, but it was the next best thing.

"Hello! I'm so glad you called! No, I haven't heard from him either. No, I haven't known him to be this quiet for this long before. I really think it would be best if you go check on him; see if he's home. You live below him, right? He'd definitely prefer seeing your face instead of mine... Good. Let me know how he is, okay? Bye!"

Jeremiah hung up and let out a sigh of relief. She would be checking up on Xavier. Everything would hopefully be all right.

.

Xavier's apartment was dark, save for the bedroom lamp that was still lit from the day he called off from work. He was lying in bed in the same position he had initially fallen asleep in. He was awake, but barely so. He was thirsty, but his body felt so heavy, he couldn't reach for his water bottle. He felt both cold and hot flashes but couldn't find the energy to reach for his blanket. He felt miserable, like his body was nothing but a pile of sludge. All he wanted to do was sleep, but even sleeping didn't ease this severe fatigue that plagued him.

This is bad. Really bad, he thought. He had been unresponsive for over a week at this point. He'd heard his phone going off at times, but didn't have the strength to reach out to take it. Then, for a few days, he had even blacked out completely. It was the deepest sleep he'd had in a long while. He wouldn't have been surprised if he had even stopped breathing at some point during the complete blackness. Maybe even his brain had shut down.

He knew he should be concerned, but if he was honest with himself, none of this surprised him. He knew he didn't have a whole lot of time left on earth. Every day was borrowed time for him. It was just the not knowing how long he had exactly that bothered him. That and... her. The thought that one day, she'd look for him and he'd be unable to reach out to her to tell her he was there for her... that instead, he'd be gone, leaving her behind...

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to push those thoughts back to the deep recesses of his mind. It wasn't good to dwell on it. There wasn't anything he could do about it anyway. Making sure she was safe was all that mattered.

But how can I do that if I'm too exhausted to even move? He asked himself. He opened his eyes and tried to will himself to move, to get up and go to her - or at least text her - but it was too much to just sit up. It felt like he had a 100-pound weight bearing down upon him.

"Xavier?"

His eyes shot open at the sound of the sweetest voice calling to him from the living room. It was the voice he wanted to hear the most: that of his girlfriend.

She soon appeared at the doorway of his bedroom, her eyes widening at the sight of him sprawled out on the bed.

"Hi," he muttered. He couldn't find the energy to say more, even though the sight of her made him want to cry.

"We haven't heard from you in a couple of weeks now. What's wrong? Everyone's really worried." She quickly approached the bed and sat down next to him. She reached out to stroke his hair.

"M't'rd..." he mumbled. His voice was slurred, as if drunk. "Sooo t'rd." He could barely keep his eyes open but forced himself to keep looking at her.

She frowned. Xavier could get very sleepy to the point that she wondered if he had narcolepsy. She remembered those times in Starfall Forest. But this? This seemed like a whole other level of fatigue. That strange collar around his neck wasn't even glowing red.

"Tired? Are you sick?" She asked, her concern only growing.

"M'thirsty... need water..." he continued to mumble. His mind was starting to fog up again.

She watched as he tried lifting his arm. It raised barely an inch before it fell back onto the bed. He let out a sigh.

"I'll get it," she said softly. She reached out to grab the water bottle from his nightstand.

Xavier watched as she leaned over and took the bottle before sitting back down. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was worried.

"Can you sit up?" She asked.

"No..."

"Okay."

His body felt so heavy. He wanted to move, but he couldn't. She could tell how fatigued he was at the slightest attempt. With a deep breath, trying to clamp down on her growing fear at his current state, she carefully wrapped her arm around him to help him sit up.

He couldn't even hold the bottle properly to take a drink. Shame washed over him as she helped lift the bottle to his mouth.

"Sorry," he whispered.

She worked up a soft smile and shook her head.

"Don't be. Just rest. I'm here. I'll take care of you."

She wanted to ask him so much. She wanted to know why he was like this. What caused him to be so tired he couldn't move his body at all? She was getting scared, but she kept a brave face for him. She knew he needed her at this moment to help him feel better. She pulled his soft, fluffy blanket up to his chest so he could stay warm.

Xavier worked up a smile as his eyes drifted shut. The fact that he had someone to care for him when he obviously wasn't doing well filled him with peace and relief.

"Thank you," he uttered before falling back to sleep.

"Of course," she whispered in reply. She caressed his hair and watched over him. She turned off the lamp to help him sleep, hoping and praying that this exhaustion would leave him soon.

Deep down, Xavier was certain he would recover now that she was with him.

[spidermanstealyohoe]

hi i love your writing! can you do “taking whats not yours” by tv girl where r basically just follows all the lyrics towards jenna ortega

taking what’s not yours || j.o.

“you know where to find me, and i know where to look” - taking what’s not yours by tv girl

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pairings: jenna ortega x gn reader

summary: you still have her stuff after everything

warnings: post-break up

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you sit on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the floor where her hoodie still rests, crumpled in the same spot she left it. the silence in the room hums louder than any heartbreak song could. jenna’s been gone for two weeks now. not just physically, but really gone. emotionally checked out long before she ever packed her things. well, most of them.

you keep finding pieces of her. her lighter still on your desk along with a book she was mid-way through reading, her coffee mug in the sink, her playlists autoplaying without warning. hell, even her side of the side still smells like her. her pillow smells like her.

it’s like she left her ghosts behind just to haunt you.

you scroll through your phone again, a stupid habit now and land on a photo of her wearing your old red hoodie, the one she “borrowed” without asking. she always took little things sweatshirts, vinyls, your lighter like they belonged to her by default.

she’d joke, “finders keepers,” flashing that smile that always won. but now, there’s no smile. just absence.

one night, you’re walking past the neighborhood she used lived by where you used to meet up with her late, post-filming, greasy fast food in hand, your hoodie on her back. the same hoodie you now sleep in, because it smells like her faintly. and you’re not even sure if you want to forget or remember.

and just when the ache starts to settle again, you see her jenna sitting across the street on that same bench. hoodie zipped halfway, legs pulled up, hair tied messy like she always wore it when she didn’t care who saw.

she sees you.

her eyes flicker with something like guilt. or maybe just nostalgia. she half-smiles. but you don’t walk over. not this time.

because maybe you finally realize she didn’t just take what wasn’t hers — she left you with what wasn’t yours either: all the unfinished goodbyes, all the pretending, all the borrowed time.

and maybe that hurts worse. because unlike her, you always returned what you borrowed. especially hearts.

you hold her gaze a second too long. long enough to feel everything that never got said.

long enough to remember the weight of her head on your shoulder, her laugh echoing off your apartment walls, the way she used to say your name like it meant something. but not long enough to reach for her.

she shifts on the bench. her fingers fidget with her sleeves a nervous tell you know better than your own. she looks like she might stand. maybe say something. maybe walk toward you.

instead, she stands and walks the other way. no dramatic goodbye. no turning back. just the soft scuff of her sneakers on pavement, fading into the city hum.

and for once, for once. you don’t move. you don’t chase her. you don’t call out her name. you don’t let your heart sprint after someone who only ever knew how to borrow love, but never give it back whole.

the wind brushes past you like she used to. and in that stillness, you realize:

maybe she wasn’t yours to begin with. maybe she never was. and maybe that’s okay. at least there was proof of your existence. letting her go without running after her. that’s the first thing you’ve done for you in a long time.

[orangecatsmissingbraincell]

Overanalyzing the extrajackets in the pilot locker room scene

With background characters they tend to be really inconsistent with numbers, especially with the pilot since so much wasn't set in stone yet but it's still fun to try to guess who

The numbers do help a lot. I looked around online and found that other people were able to cross reference the numbers 16 and 18 to Gen and Melissa respectively with the pictures below. Melissa is a little tricky since she was more of a rotating character until Jenna was cast and she was given lines in S2, but the physicality is similar enough to comfortably say that's her

The girl on the back left is the hardest since I couldn't find anything about number 12. We can see her again in the pic below.

My theory, that's Robin. She's the closest we get to 12's appearance. Also out of personal interest, here's a girl who looks similar next to Gen at Doomcoming

Anisa wasn't cast until S3, which is also when Robin was given her name. I think if we can cross the unnamed blonde extrajacket to Melissa, we can do the same with Robin

A secondary possibility is that it’s Crystal. She would also match that physique, and also doesn’t have a canon number, but I lean just slightly on Robin since Crystal is shorter (or they put her in the wash before leaving)

Or I'm overthinking all of this and they're just randos meant to fill in space until they became more important later and got permanent castings, but I like this because it creates continuity through those shifting characters. It also answers a complaint from early S3 which was "where did Robin even come from? Where was Melissa?"

Also another blog is cataloging extrajackets and I used them for help, so here’s the original post to check out too

[void-wolfie]

Forty-Five Days

summary: you come back on Valentine's Day after being away on a work trip.

pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader

words: 1.89k

tw: very fluffy (is there such a thing as too fluffy?), kissing, light making out, let me know if i forgot anything

a/n: happy valentine's day everybody! tried making this as fluffy as i could, not sure how i feel about this one, let me know what you guys think lol

Jenna checked her phone again; 5:15 pm, no new texts. You should be here any minute now. She looked around the crowded lobby, but there was no sign of you yet.

You'd just finished filming for a big project, somewhere in New Zealand. It was a long process, over five months to film. You'd only seen each other for a few days during the holidays and before you had to leave again.

She was excited, to say the least, and nervous. She hadn't seen you in over a month. It made her wonder how you managed to go all that time without seeing her when she had to travel.

Home just wasn't the same without you.

You searched the lobby for any sign of Jenna. It'd been forty-five days since you last saw her, which roughly translated to 1,080 hours or 64,800 minutes. And each minute you were away from her felt entirely more agonizing than the last. (and yes, you did all the math on the plane, it was a very boring flight).

Finally, your eyes settled on a short brunette standing off to the side, away from the crowds. Tan and layered in freckles, her sunglasses were on and one of your jackets was draped lightly over her shoulders. She had a cheeky grin, and you knew she'd been watching you look around cluelessly for at least a few minutes.

You tightened your grip on your luggage, breaking out into a jog to go greet your amazing girlfriend. The second you were close enough you dropped your bags and nearly tackled her into a hug.

"I missed you so much." You whispered, still hugging her as if it were the last thing you might do.

"I missed you more." You could hear the playful smile she wore, her happiness more contagious than the plague. But more than that, you could hear the relief in her voice.

You squeezed her even tighter. You needed this. You needed her. Forty-five days was too long.

"Baby, you have to let go," Her arms gently tugged at your hands, she didn't really want you to let go, but you two couldn't exactly stand around in the airport all day.

"Nooo, just a little longer," you whined, sounding a bit like a child about to throw a tantrum.

"Come on, you can hug me all you want when we get home, ok?"

"Fineeeeee," You sighed. You didn't exactly mind letting her go, knowing there'd be plenty of time for cuddles later, but it was always more fun to be dramatic.

The minute you let go of her, she stuck her hand out, a bouquet of roses held out in front of you, "Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

"You got me roses?" You weren't exactly the type for flowers, but the idea of Jenna going out of her way just to get you something had a way of making your heart melt.

"Yeah? I know you don't really do the whole flowers thing, but I saw them, and I thought of you so-"

She didn't even have to finish her sentence. Before she even had a chance to stop and ask what you were doing, you had hooked your finger into one of the belt loops of her jeans, tugged her in close, and kissed her with all the pent-up passion you had.

God those lips. That smile. Her scent alone was enough to drive you mad. Your whole world could be falling apart, and you couldn't care less as long as you had her in your life.

The kiss didn't last long, much to your disappointment. It did, however, leave Jenna a blushing mess, which was more than enough to leave you satisfied.

You reached into your coat pocket and pulled out a necklace, holding it out for Jenna to see, “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

It was a simple necklace, an ivory pendant held by a plain black cord. The pendant looked similar to a vertical infinity sign, except instead of one twist, there were two.

Jenna looked it over in her hands, admiring the craftsmanship and the tiny details.

“The symbol is called a pikorua, it represents two people coming together for eternity. Two people bonded by friendship and loyalty.”

You bounced on your heels nervously. You weren’t a hundred percent sure she’d like it, but the meaning behind it was too good to pass up. You wanted Jenna to have a reminder of your love, especially when you two were apart for work.

“I know it’s not much, but-”

“No, no, no. I love it, baby.” She looked up at you and gave you that smile, the one that made you weak in the knees and your heart all melty. “It’s beautiful.”

She gave you a small peck on the cheek. And despite the heavy kiss from just minutes ago, the small action still made you blush, your heart swelling with feelings you couldn't comprehend, "Come on, love. Let's go home."

Her smile. Her laugh. Her eyes. God this girl was your kryptonite.

You walked through the front door and immediately your jaw dropped.

"Jenna... is this?”

“Yeah…”

“…for me?”

“Yeah…”

“You did all this?"

“Yeah…” Silence. Tension filled the air. You could practically feel the nerves radiating off the girl next to you.

"I wanted to surprise you..." she fiddled with her hands, wringing her fingers nervously as you admired the scene in front of you. "Is it too much? It is, isn't it? I'll clean it up-"

"No!" You said it too fast, too forcefully, "No," You tried again, much more calmly this time, "I love it, baby, it's awesome. I just- I didn't expect this at all."

The house was completely decorated, like something straight out of a Hallmark movie. Candlesticks decorated tables and hallways, lighting up the whole house with a soft yellow glow. Red and pink balloons lined the doorway and silver garland hung from the ceiling. The dining table was adorned with a white tablecloth and a vase filled with more roses. A ‘welcome home’ banner hung over the dining table, swaying slowly as you stared at the painted black letters in awe.

This Girl.

She did all this… for you? Just to surprise you?

“Baby?” You felt her hand on your arm. You hadn’t even realized how long you'd been staring in silence.

You turned around to see her looking at you, her expression a mix of emotions. There was hope and fear, she was so worried you'd hate the decorations, she wanted you to like them. But at the same time, you could see the love in her eyes, whether you loved it or hated it, she only wanted you to be happy.

Your body seemed to move on instinct.

You leaned forward and kissed her without even thinking about it. Your hands gripped her waist and pulled her in closer, anything to be near her. Her hands seemed to naturally find their way up your face, cupping it as she kissed you back.

Forty-five days was too damn long.

The kisses turned into something more. Before you knew it, Jenna had you pushed up against a wall, her hands roaming under your shirt, leaving goosebumps wherever they traveled. Her lips were at your jaw, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. It took everything in you not to melt under her touch.

“Baby?” You breathed out, not sure how much more you had in you before your knees would give out.

“Bedroom?” She already knew what you were going to ask, her lips pressed into the base of your neck sent chills down your spine.

“Please.”

You woke up to the sunlight peeking through the window, filtering in between the blades of the blinds. You groaned, tossing and rolling back over in bed. Stupid sun… all you wanted was to sleep in…

You rolled over only to notice the void in the bed. Something was missing… or more like someone. Where was Jenna?

“Baby?” You called out, your voice hoarse and rough from sleep.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes taking in the state of the room. Candles all burnt out, clothes strewn in every direction, rose petals covering every surface like confetti, half the bed sheets covered the floor while the other half haphazardly covered you.

You could hear noises coming from somewhere outside the room. What is she doing?

You picked up one of Jenna’s t-shirts from the floor and threw it on before stumbling out to the living room. You followed the noises to the kitchen.

Jenna was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She was working away in front of the stove, the smell of food cooking and something sizzling catching your attention.

You strolled up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your head on her shoulder. You didn’t have to look to know she was smiling, you could tell, it was in her body language. The way her muscles seemed to relax with you around, the little laugh she let out under her breath, the way she tried not to move too much so she wouldn’t jostle you around-

“Baby?” Her voice pulled you from thoughts.

“Hmmm?” You barely mumbled, your head still hazy with exhaustion. Between last night's activities and the jet lag from the flight, you were going to need at least a week to catch up on sleep.

There was that cute little laugh again, so quiet you would miss it if you weren’t paying attention. “What are you doing up, love? I figured you’d be asleep for at least another hour.”

“I missed you,” you wrapped your arms around her a little tighter.

“I missed you too, baby.” She leaned over, kissing you on the cheek before going back to whatever she was doing.

Your eyes were half closed as you stood there, clinging to her like a koala with your face nestled into the side of her neck. Despite the fact you were standing, you were comfortable enough that you could almost fall back asleep, if it weren’t for her little movements, you probably would’ve already.

“What’re you doing?”  your voice came out all muffled from talking into her shoulder, but she seemed to understand what you meant.

“Making your favorite. I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” She could see you nodding off on her shoulder, it made her smile. She always found you extra cute when you were sleepy. “Why don’t you go back to bed, babe? I’ll be there in a bit.”

“No.” You meant to sound firm in your decision, but between your morning voice and how tired you were, you sounded like you were about half asleep already. Which wasn’t too far from the truth.

“Babe, go to bed, I’ll be there soon,” She chuckled, smiling at your resolve to stick with her even if you were basically already sleeping on her shoulder.

“I’m fineeeee. I’m going to stay right here and help you cook.”

And you did. You stood right there and ‘supervised’ as Jenna cooked one of your favorite meals, pancakes and bacon. Normally she would’ve pushed you out of the kitchen for being in her way, but after not being together for so long, she didn’t mind the intimacy.

[horrorbarbie13]

𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

Summary: After a long exhausting day Jenna only wants to come home to you. Thankfully, she is finally able to relax in your arms while in the warmth of a bubble bath.

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Warnings: (+18), smut, praise, a bit of fluff, romance.

Word count: 1.8K

Jenna's day was absolutely awful.

She's completely worn out due to her day on set,  the repetition of the same scene to perfection was absolutely exhausting. On top of that, the sky was covered by dark clouds who were threatening to bring a bad storm.

As if the day wasn't going bad enough, being stuck in traffic was really making Jenna's mood drop even more. While her mind was drifting away at how she can't wait to be home and relax, drops of water start to fall  on the windshield making her mind turn off the real world. As her eyes follow the drops running down  the glass as they're in a race, the storm is all that can be heard as the dark sky is invaded with flashes caused by lighting and thunders.

Suddenly the sound Jenna's phone makes her go back to reality. She picks up to check it and a soft smile grows on her face when she noticed is a text from you.

From Amor 💜 -  Hi love 😘 we're out of light in the whole street cause of the storm so pls drive safely, I love you❤❤

Jenna lets out a long breath, the day can't seem to get any worse...

To Amor 💜- I'm almost home, be careful around the house 😘 I love you

After what she felt like it was an eternity Jenna finally gets home. When entering the door she notices there are candles everywhere, the soft light and and amazing smell in the air immediately makes her relax. Exactly what she needed, making her soft smile.

"Baby I'm home" Jenna says loudly looking around for any sight of you

"In the bath, you can come in", Jenna immediately smiles at the sound of you voice. She goes upstairs to take her shoes and her wet jacket off before going to the bathroom.

When she enters she swears my heart immediately skipped a beat at the sight. Like the rest of the house, there's candles lightning up the bathroom and there's a light vanilla smell in the air. The vibe is almost angelic.

You are in the bathtub with the body covered with countless bubbles. Jenna sighs at how breathtaking you look under that kind of light. She fell in love with the sight. She realized she was staring for too long when the sound of your giggle snapped her back to reality.

"Earth calls shorty" you say with a laugh, Jenna giggles back at you and goes to give you a small kiss "Sorry you just looked so beautiful I couldn't help myself", you can't help but blush slightly at her sweet honest words.

"Thank you baby, but are you ok? You look tired", you ask her while looking at her eyes carefully, she noticed how sincerely worried you are.

Jenna sighs loudly, "My day was pretty awful if I'm being sincere, but I want to focus on you now".

"Why don't you take a bath with me? You'll feel relaxed" You say looking up and down her body slowly with you lip between your teeth. She smirks, "Honestly that sounds amazing".

Jenna starts taking her clothes off slowly, she can feel you eyes on her, not leaving for one single second which makes her blush.

"You're so beautiful", the honest confession makes the small girl smile. She carefully gets in the bathtub with you sitting with her back to you, your arms immediately slide around her waist pulling her closer. Jenna sighs feeling her body immediately relax at the warmth of the water and softness of your body. You give her the softest look and Jenna swears she could melt right there in your arms.

Jenna lays her head back on your shoulder and takes a deep breath while you hug her waist tighter, "I needed you so much during the day", she confesses while nuzzling your neck gently.

You kiss the top of her head and runs your fingers on her hip gently. "I'm here now babygirl", she smiled when you kiss her cheek softly.

Jenna decides to close her eyes and let your touch, the smell of the candles and warmth of the water invade her senses allowing her to get the calmness she so eagerly needed.

After a while your fingers trace down to her thigh making Jenna's body tense. You quickly notice which makes you chuckles quietly. Deciding to tease her, you start leaving small wet kisses on her neck, which makes her bite her lip hard trying to hold back her moan.

You pull away from her neck to gently grab the girl's hair and pull it all to just one side giving you more access to her soft skin. Jenna let's out a deep breath when you leave kisses on her shoulder. Her heart melts at the love that was in each kiss, you make her feel so loved.

A soft moan coming from Jenna is heard when you start sucking hard on her neck skin, which makes you smile a bit knowing well she will complain once she sees that you made sure to leave a mark.

After a while you pull back to look at the bruises you left on the divine skin you adored so much, smiling you she kiss her temple before giving her neck all the attention again.

Your tongue goes in a torturing slow pace up her neck making Jenna moan softly. She can feel herself getting wet by each second.

You start moving your fingertips slowly inside her thigh, that movement alone made Jenna feel weak and needy desiering nothing more than your touch. You get closer to her center and without thinking she spreads her legs for you. A moan escapes her lips as she feels your teeth scratching gently her skin.

After some torturing moments, the soft moans were quickly replaced by louder ones when Jenna feels your fingertip rub slightly her clit in a slow pace. Her head is pressed harder on your chest and should and she feels your smirk against her neck. Your hot breath travels to her ear which makes her whole body shiver.

Your finger presses harder on her clit before traveling down slowly.

“Already so wet for me baby, such a good girl", you whisper in her ear with an husky voice that makes her even weaker.

"Please...I need you", she begs not caring how submissive and needy she sounds, she can feel her body needing your touch.

You bite her earlobe and before rubbing her clit with two fingers gently, which makes Jenna sigh loudly finally feeling the relief she needed so bad. Jenna’s hand goes to your thigh that is touching her side and grips it.

Your free hand runs up her stomach brushing your fingers on her nipple. Jenna’s back arches when you grab her boob a bit roughly. She turns her head to hide her face on you neck biting the skin trying not to moan loudly.

With the other hand you continue to rub her clit faster making Jenna moan your name louder.

"Does my little slut like that?", you ask in her ear while putting more pressure on her clit and pinching her nipple carefully. She can only nod with her eyes shut, focused on every single sensation she’s feeling. Suddenly you grab her throat harshly making her look at you.

"Use your words princess", you tell her in a serious tone without stopping looking at each others eyes. Jenna swears she can notice the look of desire in your darker eyes which is making her soaking wet.

"Y-yeah, p-please more", the shorter girl manages to say with a shaky voice. Satisfied, you slide two fingers inside her suddenly making her let out a slight scream. Your grip around her neck gets tighter as you fuck her with harder with each thrust deeply inside her.

Her nails crave into the skin of you thigh while her other hand suddenly grabs the side of the bathtub gripping it really hard.

"B-baby... ", Jenna begins to say but is interrupted by a loud long moan leaving her lips when she feels a third finger sliding in.

"Be a good girl and cum for me babygirl, you wanna make me proud don't you?", as you thrust your fingers faster, with you thumb you start touching her clit.

The feeling of your fingers deep inside, your hand around her throat and the water moving along with your movements gets too extreme for her.

She can't hold it anymore and an intense orgasm hits her. The grip around the bathtub side gets tighter as you can see her knuckles turning almost white and a loud scream echoes through the bathroom walls when she arches her back as she cums all over your fingers.

You very gently continue to thrust your fingers to help her ride out her orgasm without overstimulate her. After a while, while Jenna is still trying to calm down her breathing, you move her hand from her neck and wraps both arms around her skin waist gently.

Still with her eyes closed, she can feel you nuzzle her cheek and leave a few sweet kisses, which makes her melt at the love she felt in that moment. Her day couldn’t have ended in a better way.

"I love you", Jenna murmurs loud enough for you to hear. You smile softly and leave a long kiss on her head , "I love you too baby, let's get out the water it's getting cold".

Jenna can only simply nod before trying to get out, but my legs are too shaky. You quickly notices and giggle with a small proud smirk before picking her up and sitting her next to the sink.

Jenna’s body is exhausted from all that happened that day, so she just lays her head back in the mirror while watching you with a smile, she swears you’re an angel.

You grab a towel and wrap it around your own body before grabbing one and doing the same to Jenna.

Without letting you move back, she holds your face with both hands. You look at each other until both lean in, sharing a really passionate and slow kiss, showing all the emotions.

When you’re both out of breath, Jenna pulls away slowly and hugs your neck, wrapping both arms around you. You kiss her cheek once more and pick the small girl up by the thighs making her giggle.

You both get dressed and get in bed cuddling close while watching a movie, "Thank you for making me feel better and so loved”, she breaks the comfortable silence.

You hold her hand, intertwining your fingers, and look at her, "Jenna, I love you, I'll do anything to make you feel better and loved, the thing I want the most is to be able to make you happy no matter what”, you sincerely tell her while moving a piece of hair out of her beautiful face.

She softly smiles and murmurs a small thank you before pecking your lips. Getting comfortable, she lays her head on your shoulder and continues watching the movie until both of you fall asleep in the warmth of each others bodies.

[lilbitdepressed27]

Jenna Ortega/Fem!BodyGuard

Summary: how you met and got together

Warnings: none I think

WC: 3.6k

Author's Note: hope y'all enjoy and sorry for errors

Being a marine for six years had a been hard as you could imagine. Leaving the marines was such a blessing you had refused to extend your contract any further. Although leaving something you had gotten used to had been a bit more difficult. Getting used to the civilian world had been a lot harder than you had imagine.

Finding a job had been hard. A job you actually liked was even harder. You had a good amount of money saved up from being a marine, but no where near enough to sustain you. Not in this economy.

Sitting in a cafe as you browsed through your emails on your laptop. Hoping to have at least one email addressing you for an interview. But the more you scrolled down the more you were losing hope.

Being an ex marine you were always paying attention to your surroundings. You always noticed when someone new came into the cafe. You knew the college student that was three tables away was struggling as she studied for her exam. The two elderly woman two tables away, closer to the entrance had gotten together for cafe date. A young mom with her toddler son ordered three chocolate shakes with some pancakes. And a woman who was in her late 20's or early 30's standing off to the side of the counter waiting for her two drinks. A caramel latte and honey tea. You were always aware of your surroundings.

So when an older man came into the cafe ordered his drink and stood a little too closely to the woman. Clearly trying to get her attention. Watching as the man tried to flirt with the woman who was clearly uninterested. Seeing how he refused to back down and leave her alone. Going as far as to try to touch her. You stopped what you were doing and stood up to help the woman.

The man was an average height but you were tall and you still had the built from your years in the marines.

"I believe she wants to be left alone."

The man turned to you, faltering for just a second at the height difference. "Mind your business bitch."

You stood straight seeming relaxed as the man tried to seem unbothered by you moving to grab the woman's arm. You had seen this coming so you were able to grab his wrist before he could lay a finger on the woman. Twisting his arm when he tried to punch you. He was now hunched a bit as you lead him to the door. One of the workers opening the door for you. Pushing him out the door.

Turning back towards the woman after making sure the man didn't make a move to come back into the cafe. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, thank you. How'd you do that?"

"Marine training ma'am. I'll let you get back to your day." With a small smile and nod you turned to walk away as the woman's order was called out.

You barely sat back down when the same woman sat in front of you. "Marine? Look I don't know you but my job is looking for a bodyguard. You'll still have to qualify, get a back ground check and all that other stuff. Here is the number. Tell them Jane Rivera referred you." She rushed out as she handed you a card before smiling and leaving.

A bodyguard? No other job was calling, what did you have to lose.

*

You had gotten the job. Now that you had the job they had made you sign contracts. NDA's. Informing you that you would be a bodyguard to an actress. Jenna Ortega. She was an actress that recently started to gain more fame, more exposure to the world. You weren't sure who she was seeing as you were in marines for the past six years. You would be her bodyguard for a year and depending on how you do, the contract could extend.

You were set to meet the actress in a hotel along with Jane who happened to be the actresses manager. Getting dressed into the suit that was the dress code. Just a black suit with a white dress shirt and black tie. You also had a concealed weapon in your suit. Making sure you didn't forget anything. You got out of the your car and made your way to the hotel.

Showing the security the badge Jane gave you and your I.D. At first you would be guarding the actress with another bodyguard. Following Robert (who was the other bodyguard) into the hotel room. The moment the door the room was opened you could hear many different voices.

"Ms.Ortega is getting ready to go to an interview with Jimmy Fallon. You along with Robert will be accompanying her. Robert will drive and you will make sure she gets into the building safely. Her manager Jane Rivera will be with her. So by extension you will also make sure Mrs.Rivera is safe. Any questions?" The older man, Oscar Williams the head of security.

"No sir."

"Good. Now Ms.Ortega likes to meet her new bodyguards. To get familiar with, so when she's finished getting ready. She will want to meet you."

With a nod of understanding, you stepped to the side. A part of you was a little nervous but you had been good at hiding your emotions. You've only ever met one celebrity and that was John Cena. You weren't going to lie you had geeked out with few other Marines when he had visited the base. That day you had not been professional, although you could excuse yourself. You had been a fan of John Cena since he was known as Dr of Thuganomics.

"So you're my new bodyguard."

The voice had you looking to your left. Looking down at the new voice. There stood a beautiful, breath taking brunette. Her eyes a beautiful dark brown. The freckles that littered her cheeks and nose. She was absolutely stunning. Remembering where and why you were here.

"Yes ma'am. My name is-Y/n Y/mn Y/LN. You were in the marines the past six years. You're 24 years old and you have passed the training to be my bodyguard with flying colors I've been told."

Her tone sounded teasing. And based off the smile (lord her dimples were to die for) on her face you knew she was. So with a smile of your own you shook the hand she extended to you.

"I'm Jenna Ortega. It's nice to meet you. And you can drop the ma'am. It makes me feel old."

*

She had seen the profile about the potentially new bodyguard. The moment Jane mentioned it. She had not been able to look away from the picture. Never had she seen y/ec eyes so captivating. She had secretly hoped that the ex marine would get the job. She has worked with pretty attractive women and men. But no one could compare to the ex marines beauty.

The moment she was actually told that the ex marine got the job and she had remember the excitement she had felt. Meeting you in person had been so, she couldn't explain how she felt. When your warm, bit soft and a little rough hand wrapped around her own hand. It had felt the static the moment she touched you. Your beautiful y/ec eyes looked into hers.

She absolutely loved having you by her side. It had also become so easy to become your friend. You were great at protecting her, making sure she was always safe. After the three months passed. You have become her personal bodyguard. You were always with her.

By this time she couldn't deny that she had feelings for you. Every time you had your hand on her, whether it be on her waist leading her away from paparazzi or the times she'd be too drunk out with friends and you would basically have to carry her to the car. Did she fake being drunk at times just so you could carry her. Yes. The butterflies in her stomach would always go crazy.

She had also liked that her fans had also taken a liking towards you. She's even seen the videos of how you protect her. How you were never afraid to push paparazzi who were just a bit too close to her. Or when they'd capture the moments of you giving up your suit jacket to keep her dry when it would rain or just to cover her face so paparazzi couldn't capture her face. The fans had also liked that about you.

And she loved it.

"Jenna, the hotel receptionists failed to book Y/n a room. Y/n will be staying in the motel-She can stay with me." The words were out of her mouth before Jane could even finish.

"Okay. I'll have them bring her suitcase with your stuff." Jane didn't even question it and Jenna was thankful for that. Although she could see the teasing smirk as Jane looked down at her phone.

You were a few feet away from Jenna giving her a moment to talk to Jane while you scoped out the area. There was only seven people in the lobby. Including the two workers. The door man and the receptionist. A mother and father with their three children. The three kids were sleepy. The two youngest being carried by their father and the older one sleepily following his mother into the elevator. It was late. Jane had always preferred to check into a hotel at night. It was always less busy if not mostly empty.

Seeing Jenna beaming as she basically skipped towards you. "You are rooming with me. Some mix up with receptionist. Come on."

*

You were nervous. It was more than nerves. As soon as you walked in to big suite. You were grateful to see a big couch. The hotel room was more of an apartment than it was a hotel room. But you had had gotten used to these type of things by now.

You walked around the room to make sure everything was safe as the bags were left by the door. After making sure everything was normal you walked back towards the front door. Locking it. "Okay Ms.Ortega. I will be taking the couch if you need me."

"Ugh how many times do I have to tell you to call me Jenna."

The groan had you chuckling as you took her luggage to the room. "Is it okay if I shower?"

"Of course. I'm gonna order some room service. I'm starving and yea I know not to open the door. I'm gonna order us some pizza and some wings. Oh! They have fries!"

*

Jenna had walked into the her room to get some change of clothes only to freeze in her steps. The bathroom didn't have a door. It had a curtain but it did absolutely nothing to hide your figure. Which she could see. The bare skin, muscles. She knew you were strong. She could always feel how strong you were when you carried her. Your back muscles tensing as you washed your back. She knew she should look away. But she couldn't. You had the cutest butt.

But really had her almost chocking was when you turned around to face her. Your eyes still closed as you washed shampoo from your hair. Her eyes widening at what she saw hanging in between your legs. Never had she seen something so big so ...thick.

Jumping in fright when there was a knock at the door. She had never moved so quickly to get out of the room. Sitting on the couch as wiped her mouth. She could feel her face growing hotter the more the image burned into her brain.

You walked out of the room in black Nike sweats and white loose t shirt. You looked back to see Jenna watching tv as you opened the door. The food was rolled in your stomach growled at all the food. Thanking the man as he left. You shut the door and locked it.

"Hey I thought you were hungry? Come on, come eat. You ordered sausages? Man these are huge. I don't think ever seen sausages this big." You laughed a little cause they were big.

Jenna though couldn't blush more at the naughty things she was thinking. You were sweet and always so respectful and here she was, she should have never walked into the room.

"Hey you okay?" You handed her a plate that had two slices of her veggie pizza (she had gotten you addicted to a few veggie dishes) some fries, a sausage and wings (also veggie) but she did order you the original wings. (Wings was one veggie dish that she had not got you addicted to).

"Yea I'm just spacing out. Sorry."

"It's okay. Here eat."

The gentle smile you offered her. Was enough to almost make her cry. She felt like a creep. She had completely broke your trust and you didn't even know.

"Okay something is wrong. Talk to me. Is it your ex coworker what his name, is he bothering you again." The moment he had found out he was no longer in the show he had spammed Jenna's phone. Trying just about everything to get back on to the show.

"I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean to. I walked into the room while you were in the shower and I didn't know the bathroom didn't have a door. I should have announced myself or something. I'm so sorry I-Hey it's okay. Don't stress hey," You set both plates on the small coffee table and wrapped her into a side hug. Although you could feel your cheeks blazing hot at the fact that Jenna saw you naked.

"No it's not, I co-I said it's okay. I promise. Does it uh..does it make you uncomfortable that I'm...different." You jumped a little at how fast she sat up.

"What?! Of course not. I like you just the way you are."

"Thanks Jen. Now can we eat? I'm really hungry."

*^*

The days that followed had been the same. Well not quite the same. She couldn't stop thinking about you. And as much as she tried she couldn't get seeing you naked out of her mind. The more she thought about she could also vividly remember seeing the scars on your back and front.

"Ms.Ortega? Are you ready to head in?" Your soft raspy voice brought her back to the present. Seeing you in your familiar suit was always such a sight to see. Now that she knew it was there she could see the faint outline of your-"Jenna?"

"Yea sorry. I'm ready." Her cheeks a dash more pink than before as she accepted your hand to help her out of the suv. She walked only a few inches in front of you as you walked her to the entrance of the building. The party she was arriving at was one for the movie she had filmed with Percy White. The movie had done as expected for a Prime video movie. She couldn't deny that she had hated every second filming that movie.

With being in the safety of the party that was greatly guarded. She reluctantly left your side as she was pulled away by one of her costars from the movie. As the party went on her eyes always found yours in crowd. Often shooting her an adorable little smile every time her eyes connected with yours. It made her heart pick up it's pace every single time.

"Jenna. Hey! It's been so long."

She hated how touchy Percy had always been. She had never wanted to be rude but the amount of times she's said she hated being touched or hugged without permission was enough for anyone to get the message. So with a small nudge at the taller boy. She took a step back. Only for the tall boy to get closer. Then did she realize that he was a bit drunk.

"Percy. I was just leaving." She took another step back, just for him to take another step forward.

"What? Don't leave. Or you know I could go with you. How about you talk to Tim. Ask him if I can come back on the show."

"I can't Percy he's made up his mind-Bull shit. You're the star of the show. He'll listen to you." He hissed, anger evident in his eyes. Taking another step back, this time into a familiar chest. Her shoulders relaxing, she didn't even have to turn around to know who was behind her.

You had seen how aggressive the actor was becoming, you were never too far from the short actress. Always making sure to keep her safe. To do your job. 

"Is there a problem here Ms.Ortega?"

The anger coming off the actor was coming off him in waves. "None of your business, me and jenna are having a conversation that doesn't involve a nobody like you." Moving forward to try and push you. His hand coming to your shoulder. You had swiftly moved the short actress behind you. His hand came in contact with your shoulder. Clumsily, you not moving an inch just happened to fuel his anger. You knew you couldn't do anything to him. Not without getting in big trouble with your boss. And you weren't talking about Jenna.

So when he threw a sloppy weak punch you didn't stop him. As soon as he fist connected with your lip. The chaos that followed was a bit unexpected. You in no way expected for Jenna to come from behind you and return the punch. Making the tall already unstable actor fall from the sudden punch. You were quick to wrap your arms around her waist. Thankful that there were no cameras allowed into the party.

Taking the brunette to suv through the back down to the garages. Only letting go to open the back door to the sub. The driver was notified by you of the possibility of leaving a bit early. Once being in the safety of the suv. Jenna was quick to check on you.

"That asshole. How dare he hurt you. He was so out of line. Wait until I get of hold of some people. He won't even get a job at McD-I'm fine Ms.Ortega. He has a weak punch." You said with a smile. Your lip only had a small cut a bit of blood but not that much.

Upon seeing the blood Jenna dug into her purse, taking out a napkin. It wasn't long till you both arrived to her apartment. Jenna thanked the driver and pulled you out of the suv.

"I'm gonna get you an ice pack. So that doesn't get as swollen. Take a seat." Throwing her bag on to the counter after locking the front door. With you being her bodyguard and a close friend. It wasn't as strange to have you in her apartment. She had grown (quite quickly) used to having you by her side.

She sat next to you, gently slapping your hands away so she could hold the ice pack on your lip. "You shouldn't have let him hit you." She looked down at your lips. That punch would leave a bruise, her throat felt dry as she also took in how close her face was to yours.

You also couldn't look away from her lips. You couldn't lie and say you've never thought about kissing her. But it would be completely unprofessional.

The moment Jenna looked into your eyes it was like everything was falling into place. There was no need to say anything. She couldn't wait any longer. Taking the moment and  doing what she's been wanting to do for that past five and half months. The feeling of your lips had been everything and more. The kiss had started off tentative. But when she realized you weren't pulling away. She moved out of her uncomfortable spot of being sat to your side and moved on to your lap. Feeling your strong arms wrapping themselves around her waist. Pulling her closer to your chest. She deepened the kiss her own hands cupping your cheeks to bring you even closer.

Finally being able to release all the pent up emotions she had felt since first meeting you. Your lips sent waves of warmth through her veins and chest. She couldn't get enough. She didn't even realize how deep into the kiss she was until she realized she had slowly began to grind on your lap. Feeling you begin to harden.

She couldn't control her gaze as she looked down. Even with your black dress pants. She could see bulge getting bigger. The need and desire were growing. Remember how amazing it felt to grind on you. Looking back up to see your cheeks flushed. An adorable sight to see.

"Uh sorry. I can't really control it."

"It's okay. I like you Y/n. A lot. I wanna give us a chance."

"I like you a lot to Jenna. But how would this work? I mean-It will work. I don't plan to let you go. You're stuck with me." She truly did not plan to let you go. She could now no longer picture you not being in her life.

:)

[paladinncleric]

Intruders

Pairing(s): Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Summary: Jenna and R tackle an "intruder"

Warning(s): Fluff at the end, comedy

Words: 1k+

A/N: So this might be shitty, but bear with me it's my first one here.

"Don't panic, but I think there's someone in our house." was the first thing Jenna said to me after waking me up at *checks phone* 3 in the morning.

So naturally, I panicked.

"What?! Wait what?!" I said, making it very clear I just woke up with my lack of vocabulary.

Jenna pushed her index finger vertically towards my lips to shush me as she strained her ears to hear better. With her finger still pushing against my lips, I looked up at her with my eyebrows raised and my eyes wide with panic. She looked back down at me and said:

"Go check it out."

"What? no."

"You have to, you wear the pants in this relationship."

"Hey! What happened to hating hetero-normativity?" I whispered back as I stared at her bewildered.

"What? You're the one always bragging about topping. So, go be a top."

"Just cause I top in bed, doesn't make me the sacrificial goat in the relationship!"

Jenna sighed and said, "Okay fine, we'll go together."

"Do we have to go though? I mean we can just stay here blissfully oblivious to the danger and sleep."

She just stared back at me blankly, giving me her infamous Wednesday Addams stare.

"Okay Okay fine, let's go." I said sighing as I stood up and pulled up the pajama I discarded in the floor earlier getting in bed. While she got up to get her robe on as I picked up the baseball bat from the closet, I knew it'd come in handy someday.

I grabbed the knob as I gently twisted the knob with Jenna standing beside me holding her breath in anticipation as I opened the door and poked my head out in the hallway. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw no one there and fully got out of the room while signaling for her to get out too.

As we were about to descend the stairs, we heard a creak sound coming from downstairs. I froze, oh my god I'm gonna die tonight.

"Y/n?" Jenna whispered.

A strangled noise came out of me as I stared downstairs my eyes wide with fear as I still stood frozen there.

"Oh for god's sake." I hear Jenna say as she pushes past me down the stairs. I break from my trance as I whisper-yell her name.

"Jenna! Jenna! wait for me!"

I hurry down the stairs careful not to step on the creak parts of the steps. I finally catch up to her as I tug on her elbow.

"Jen this isn't one of your movies, there's no guarantee you'll be the final girl. Although I think you have what it takes to be one, I think I'll be the tragic love interest though-"

Jenna cuts me off with a glare as she points towards the living room where a shadow can be seen. I immediately go quiet and I hear Jenna gulp as we both move towards the living room, me holding the bat and Jenna holding a random vase she picked up. As we near the entry to the living room I turn to her and signal that we'll charge in at the count of three. I take a deep breath as I feel a sweat trickle down my neck I turn to her and say:

"I love you and if I die tonight you're not allowed to date other people."

She narrowed her eyes at me and said, "Same goes for you too."

With that we shake hands like we settled a deal, and I leave a kiss on her hand as I let it go and finally say, "Okay on the count of three."

"One." We face the entrance again.

"Two." I tighten my hold on my bat.

"Three." And we both run into the room screaming while flailing our respective weapons around.

Two more screams can be heard too as we turn towards the sound and still continue screaming. Suddenly, the lights turn on as all of the screaming abruptly stopped.

"Georgie?!"

"Joy?!"

Both Jenna and I exclaimed, then a slurred voice said from the couch, "Emma." while giggling.

I slumped on the wall next to me as Jenna slumped on me as we both breathed a sigh of relief.

We move on over to the couch to see a drunk Emma mumbling stuff to herself half passed out and look towards our cause of unnecessary terror.

"You guys know that we're in the 21st Century right? All of us have phones?" Jenna exclaimed.

"You people scared the shit out of us, I was almost ready to sacrifice Jenna and run for my life."

"Me too, I already had a plan to push her in the killer's arms and run for the door."

"Fair." I replied.

Both of them gave us a weird stare, and then Joy started explaining, "Anyways...so all of us went out tonight which mind you, you guys declined for which I'm very offended. Then Emma got wasted, but her date ditched her last minute so she didn't have a place to stay for the night."

"So, y'all thought of breaking into our house?" I asked.

Joy glared at me for interrupting her but continued, "Also we're all going back to our hotel room and as Emma was supposed to come stay with y'all from tomorrow for a few days anyway, I thought why don't we just drop her off tonight."

"Yeah, I told you it was a bad idea." Said Georgie holding Emma down from lying on the couch upside down.

"Emma miraculously had a key, so we got in. But the drunken idiot thought it'd be great idea to announce her presence in the house. Georgie saw her and jumped on her to put his hands on her mouth to not to wake you guys but she struggled and caused him to slip on the carpet, which I'm guessing is the sound that woke you up?"

Emma woke up for a moment from her half-conscious state on the couch with her hand raised, said: "In my defense, I thought Georgie wanted to play-wrestle me." and passed out again.

Jenna rubbed her temple with a sigh and said while glaring, "This is the last time you people are entering my home at night without informing me."

Now, as tiny as she is, she's just as scary. So naturally, Joy and Georgie agreed immediately.

I chuckled as I stood up and said, "You guys need a ride home? none of you look completely sober to me."

"Nah, we're good, Thanks though. Hunter's got us covered, he's our designated driver." Said Georgie.

"Yea, he's parked outside waiting for us to drop Emma off." Said Joy.

All of us looked outside to see Hunter jamming out to songs in his car completely oblivious to us watching him.

"Well then, we're gonna get going. Sorry again y'all." Said Joy as she gave us both a quick hug with Georgie following her after hugging us too.

I cracked my neck after locking the door and I looked at Jenna as we both burst out laughing. Terrifyingly, Emma burst out laughing too while half passed out.

"Um ok, time to get her to bed." I said as I picked her up and placed her down on the guest room which will be the drunken's room for the next few weeks. Jenna placed some Advil and a glass of water on the bedside table with a note saying:

"Think before you drink next time <3

-Jen & Y/n/n"

I chuckled as I intertwined our fingers and gave her a peck on the lips. As soon as we reached our bedroom, I sprawled out on the bed exhausted from the events of the night, while Jenna went to the bathroom.

I was almost asleep when I felt someone jump on me, with still a little bit of panic left in me from the night, I jumped startled and fell right out of the bed to the floor.

I could hear Jenna struggling to hold in her laugh as I groaned at the contact my hips made with the floor. Then, I felt Jenna's hand trying to pull me up on the bed again, this time not even trying to conceal her laugh. I relented, as I got up on my own (it's not possible for Jenna to pick up someone almost a foot taller than her) and flopped down on top of her.

"Ugh Y/n/n, get off!" Jenna said giggling and squirming trying to get me off of her. I tightened my hands around her waist as I tucked my head on her neck, contentedly dozing off even with her moving so much.

"Nope, that's what you get."

After a while of struggling, she finally gave up. "Fine, but if I get hot later on I'm kicking you off the bed again." She said as she wrapped her arms around my head while moving a bit to the side so not all of my weight is on her.

With that we both started dozing off...

...until the sounds of throwing up could be heard from the room next to us. I groaned and Jenna deeply sighed as I moved away from her as we got up to aid our poor friend so she doesn't choke to death.

[jybyls]

Biker!Jenna x Biker!Reader Hc's

Navigation

Warnings: Nsfw at the end.

A/n: n/n means nephew's name in the 3rd video

Words: No idea, tbh, didn't check. Sorry

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Ok, hear me out.

Jenna in a full black and red gear on a red Yamaha r6 that had to be lowered by 2 inches in the front and back because otherwise, she couldn't fit on it. Hot.

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You guys have matching bikes, helmets, and gears. (your bike had to be lowered, too) (unless you're taller)

Mess with each other at red lights. Killswitch each other, kick each other, put your helmet visor up and down. You'll just mess with each other in every way.

She's womanhandling you when you're her backpag, to the point where sometimes she put you in the front with her. Video

Street racing at 2 am. In the middle of nowhere.

Have her initial written with a red felt tip on your bike and helmet, and the same goes for her, but you wrote it in black.

Have a joint playlist for rides that you listen to even when you're riding alone.

You both love to scream every music that blaste in your ears. Video

Kiss each other deeply before every ride. ykyk

You do wheelies out of nowhere or pass between two trucks, which makes her heart skip a beat each time. She always screams at you for that. You just hug her, give her a helmet kiss, and apologize. Video

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You bought Jenna's nephew a mini bike cause he kept asking you to give him rides around the block.

She has a whole folder of videos and photos of you and her nephew riding around the block. In some of those videos, we can hear Jenna screaming at her nephew not to copy what you're doing. Video

You'd be showing him the most dangerous trick like it's nothing because your stupid brain didn't actually think he'd try to copy you.

You got yelled at a lot by Jenna because of that. And every time you're just like “I didn't think he'd copy me ! It's not my fault the kid's fearless !” and Jenna would be like “He's a kid ! He doesn't understand how dangerous it is to do a wheelie ! WITH ONE HAND !”

You had to go up to him and explain to him that he's only allowed to ride carefully and that he can not do tricks. Yet.

You're his favourite aunt, by the way.

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Jenna is definitely the mom of your relationship. She has to make sure you're not going a 100km/h on a 50km/h.

Had to get you out of trouble multiple times. She's always like “It's like you're a magnet for trouble/danger.”

Jenna seems like the responsible one, but her dirty mind is tempted to take control over her.

You'd turn your head to see if Jenna is still behind you, and that's when you saw your girlfriend pretending to jerk off her inexistence dick. Throwing her head back and everything. Or if she's waiting for you in the garage when you'll come in, you see her humping your bike. Video

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NSFW:

One night, you kept teasing her, saying how you wouldn't mind riding both--her and her bike, aaaand she took your word. You ended up riding her strap while she was on her bike.

She praised you the entire time: “That's it, ride my dick babygirl.”

“You're such a good girl.”

“Keep going, love.”

“You're doing so good, fuck..”

“Look so good riding me, my love.”

She maybe degraded you a bit too- oop: “You want more ? Yeah ? What a slut.”

“Aw is it too much for my baby ? You ask for it just take it, slut.”

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A/n: Hope y'all like it. Love ya <33

[kitty6choi]

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☾ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: After the loss of your family you have a strange dream and from that you decide that you will find the culprit and make him pay. ☾ 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Caleb x fem! reader ☾ 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: little angst ☾ 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.9k ☾ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none in special

A/N: It's been a while since I last wrote, and I know this isn't the best, but it's a new beginning. On the other hand, I know this doesn't fit chronologically with the story, but I just let my imagination play with the possibilities a little. Maybe I'll do something better later.

⋆｡˚୨𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍୧˚｡⋆

It was all over.

The Wanderers had been eliminated, the people were safe, and you had emerged almost unscathed. You hadn't expected to have to fight, but when you were walking and saw the attack in the distance, you couldn't stand idly by, you drew your pistol and rushed into action to save the people around you. Everything had been chaos, and for a moment you thought you wouldn't make it if reinforcements hadn't arrived.

Tara was surprised to see you in the middle of the fight. You were supposed to be taking a break, but she didn't ask anything until it was all over.

“I can't believe you're here” she said as they guided a couple of people to attend to them.

“I was just passing by.”

“You're always getting into trouble.” You let out a small laugh, and before you could say anything else, she gave you a hug. “I miss you so much.”

You wanted to tell her that you missed her too, but a lump in your throat didn't let you speak. After the accident with your grandmother and Caleb, the leader, Jenna, had given you a little time to rest, but the truth was, you didn't know if you could overcome a loss like that. They were your family. You still couldn't believe how it happened, but you didn't want to remember it.

"I'm fine" you managed to say, your voice shaking. You both knew it was a lie, but no one else said anything.

"You should go check that wound" she said, pointing to your shoulder where a red stain had appeared on your clothing.

"I will, but first we need to secure the perimeter."

"We'll do it" Jenna's voice said behind you. You turned in time to see her mobilizing the crowd and clearing the area. "For now, you're just a citizen. Our duty is to protect you."

"But…"

"Go get yourself checked out." Before you could say anything else, she raised her hand. "It's an order."

Whether you were working or not, Jenna was the authority figure, and you couldn't disobey her in front of the other hunters. She ordered Tara to accompany you to the hospital, and you both left without further objection.

You couldn't convince Tara to let you go home, so the two of you waited a bit in the hospital reception area. Just as you were about to say something, you heard your name called, and the receptionist motioned for you to come in. You told Tara she could go, and she said goodbye with a hug and a promise to see you soon.

The walk to the doctor's office seemed long; you thought it best to just go home, but as you were about to turn around, the door opened, and you met a pair of familiar green eyes.

"Zayne" you said, surprised, "I…"

"Come in, I have a little time" he said seriously, using the same precise tone as always.

You sighed and entered the small room. At first, he did a quick checkup and asked a few common questions, then asked you to see the injured area. You sighed, moving the clothing off your shoulder, thinking it might be something minor, but he assured you he'd only need to do a couple of stitches.

After a moment of silence as he tended to your wound, you decided to think about something else to avoid the pain. You remembered a day when you were children when you were sad and, to distract yourself, he gave you a snowball. But after a long time, he revealed it was a small seal. You smiled at the memory, and although he seemed to notice, he just tilted his head. Perhaps he was wondering if you were all right and hadn't hit your head.

"It's ready" he said, skillfully bandaging your shoulder so you wouldn't hurt yourself.

"Thank you" you said almost in a whisper, looking out the large window in the room. The city lights glittered, and you couldn't help but remember seeing them with Caleb. You felt a pain in your chest and closed your eyes to keep from crying.

"Zayne… I…" you weren't sure what to say. You wanted to thank him for everything he'd done for you since your grandmother and Caleb died. He was the first one there when you woke up, the first one to comfort you and give you a hug (even though you thought it was a dream). You wanted to thank him for still being by your side, but you couldn't speak. The memory of him pressed against your chest, making it hard for the words to come out.

"Come on, I'll take you home" he said as he took off his robe. You didn't have the strength to say anything else and just nodded.

The walk was silent but reassuring. Every now and then, Zayne tried to say something, and although you appreciated his attempt to distract you, you couldn't follow the conversation. When they arrived, you sighed, hesitating for a moment to get out of the car. You didn't want to be alone because that's when the memories began to haunt you and you started to blame yourself. They were right in front of you, and…

"I'm not the best at this" he said suddenly, "but you know I'm here when you need me, right?" You looked at him with tears in your eyes and couldn't hold it in any longer. You covered your face, letting the tears fall down your cheeks as you shrank back in the seat. You felt his hand caress your back, but it wasn't enough to keep you composed.

You didn't know how much time passed, but when the tears had disappeared, Zayne offered you a hug. For a moment, you felt safe in his arms and you didn't want him to let you go. You wanted to ask him to stay with you, to not leave you alone, but you knew you couldn't ask him for that.

"Thank you" you said, moving away from him, missing the warmth of his body.

"Are you feeling better?" You nodded, knowing it was a lie, and wiped your tears with your arm. "Will you be okay alone?"

"Don't worry" you said, opening the door before you had the strength to move.

"Let me walk with you."

"No" you replied, quickly getting out of the car so he wouldn't have the chance to say anything else. "I'll be fine."

"Call me if you need anything. I'll always be there for you." You felt a pang in your chest and let out a broken thank you before running to your apartment.

As soon as you walked in, the only thing that greeted you was the scorching silence around you. The truth was, you couldn't be there anymore without reliving everything, which was why you tried to spend as much time outside as possible. But now, that you had finally returned to the dark abyss of your mind, you couldn't avoid the heavy weight on your body and the memories hitting you hard.

With labored breathing and tears clouding your vision, you went to the kitchen to take your pills. You needed to sleep, only then would you think about nothing and the guilt finally go away. You didn't know how many pills you had in your hand, you just swallowed them and lay down on the couch, waiting for sleep to take over.

-

Caleb had a mission, to find you.

Since the day he died, he hasn't stopped searching for you, but to do so, he had to overcome countless obstacles. But finally, after a while, he was able to go see you without alerting his superiors. He managed to avoid them with a secondary mission, and with his current position as colonel, it was easy to persuade a couple of people.

When he landed in Linkon City, all he wanted to do was run away, but he restrained his impulses because he knew he couldn't just appear in front of you. He waited for nightfall and waited patiently outside your house. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a car pull up in front of your front door. He recognized Zayne and his breath caught at the sight of you. You were still just as beautiful, but he noticed something wasn't right.

He saw your beautiful eyes crying, he took a step forward, wanting to protect you, feel your body again and caress your hair while breathing in the scent of your shampoo, but when he saw Zayne hugging you, something inside him transformed. A rage ignited all his senses and he gritted his teeth tightly to keep from running out and shooting him right there, but when he saw how his arms were the ones holding you, he couldn't think straight and didn't realize he was advancing on you, until suddenly you broke away and ran out of the car to your apartment.

He tried to control himself as he watched Zayne stay there a little longer, it seemed as if he wanted to chase you, but when he started the car and drove off, Caleb could finally breathe. Quietly and making sure no one saw him, he entered the place.

It wasn't difficult to set the password to your apartment, and when he entered, he felt a familiar warmth float through the air. Everything was dark, and only the moonlight coming through the window was enough to see that everything was a mess. It wasn't typical of you, and he felt bad because he knew it was his fault. He knew you were suffering from the loss of your family, but he just wanted to tell you that he was still here, that he would always be there to protect you, and that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.

He entered the apartment quietly, but the soft sound of a chain falling made him turn around only to see you on the couch. His heart fluttered, and he approached where you were. He took off the glove from his left hand and gently caressed your face. He let out a stifled sigh as he felt the warmth of your skin. He wanted to hug you, wanted to hold you and never let go, but struggling with his thoughts, he pulled away just to admire you. He couldn't do that. He knew it would hurt you more if you saw him, if you saw what he'd become. Yet another part of him just wanted to do it, to show you his true self and stop hiding.

He noticed that what had fallen from your hands was a necklace. He picked it up only to realize it was the same one you had given him once before. He turned it over, looking at the words, and couldn't help but smile. He placed it back in your hand and closed your fingers. He brought his lips closer to you and placed a kiss on them.

He wasn't supposed to be here; this was a mistake.

He stood up, and without taking his eyes off you, he placed a blanket over your body. He wanted to engrave that image of you in his head forever, but he had to leave. He looked away from you and, with heavy feet, forced himself to head back the way he'd come. As he was about to head out the door, he couldn't help but glance one last time at you, but you weren't calm anymore, something was wrong.

-

You weren't calm even in your dreams. At first, it seemed that way, but little by little, your dreams transformed into memories of that tragic day. You saw your grandmother before leaving the house, and then Caleb as you walked. But then, as you were about to go back inside, something inside you screamed at you to stop it. Then came the explosion and the pain in your chest.

You woke up screaming, your eyes watering, your breathing ragged, and your clothes sticking to your body from sweat. Your throat hurt from screaming, and you couldn't stop crying. You sat up, clutching your knees, burying your head in them while tightly holding the necklace you were holding.

"It was all a dream, it was all a dream" you repeated to yourself, but you knew it wasn't just that.

Suddenly, you felt hands on your body and, alarmed, you raised your head. But your breath stopped in a second when you saw violet eyes. You were stunned for a second, not knowing how to react. Everything seemed to stop for a moment when Caleb's face appeared in front of you.

"You're okay now" he said, but you couldn't process his words. This had to be a dream, a very bad dream. You felt something inside you slowly breaking more and more. You lifted your trembling hand and slowly brought your fingers to his cheek. He let you do it, and when you touched him, it was as if he were real. Tears rolled down your cheeks.

"It's you…" you sighed, taking his face in your hands and forgetting everything. Caleb felt an energy surrounding them and took your body in his arms as you sobbed into his shoulder.

“I'm so sorry.” Tears also welled up in his eyes as he heard your cries, knowing it was his fault. “I shouldn't have…”

“Shhh, I don't want you to talk. If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up” you said, hugging him tighter. All of this felt so real and at the same time, not so real, but you didn't care. For the first time, bad thoughts weren't tormenting you.

Caleb knew he shouldn't be here; he was just tormenting you. With every ounce of effort in his body, he pulled away from you and took your hands. Your eyes looked straight into his soul, and he let out an almost painful sigh.

“I have to go.” His words sounded distant, almost as if he didn't want to have said them.

“No” you lunged at him, grabbing him tightly by the neck. “No, don’t go.” Every word you said was like stabbing him with a knife, and every plea you made left him with no choice. “Not again.”

Caleb couldn’t lie anymore, but the words stuck in his throat. It was as if something or someone was stopping him from telling the truth, so he just took you and melted into the warmth of your embrace. You didn’t know how much time passed, but with every second you stayed like that, it was as if nothing bad had happened.

You pulled away to see him again. You still couldn’t believe it was all true. Caleb was finally with you. He was just as you remembered, but something deep inside you knew it was only because you were dreaming, yet you clung to it.

“I missed you.” Caleb touched your cheek, and you leaned into his touch.

“Me too, Pipsqueak.” His fingers caressed your cheek, moving a little closer to your lips, but not quite touching them.

“What do I have to do to make you not leave?” You felt dizzy from all the emotions building in your chest, but you wanted this moment to never end.

Caleb didn't have the courage to tell you the truth. He just stared at the ceiling, trying not to give up, and looked into your eyes, screaming inside that this was real, but he knew if he did, you wouldn't be able to rest. He leaned closer to your face and placed his forehead against yours. You could feel his breath merge with yours as he spoke.

“Just ask me.”

“Caleb…” His name on your lips ignited something in him. “Please, stay.”

Caleb gave in. He couldn't refuse your request, but something inside him burned with the desire he'd hidden for all these years. He took your body and pulled it against his as he lay down on the couch. You lay there without another word.

Little by little, you began to calm down. His hand caressed your back as he wrapped his arms around you, listening to his heartbeat. You buried your head in his neck and placed a kiss on his skin before closing your eyes.

“I miss you so much” you said before falling back asleep.

Caleb felt a tug in his chest as he felt your body relax again. You had fallen asleep again, and he knew he'd have to leave this time. But before he did, he kissed you on the forehead and whispered in your ear.

“I love you” he left you as he had found you and covered your body with a blanket. “I promise we'll see each other again” he said before opening the door and leaving without looking back this time.

-

The sun shining through the window hit you in the face, making you squirm, trying to find something or someone, but when you opened your eyes, you realized you were alone.

"It was just a dream" you said, looking around.

You should stop taking those pills. Your dreams were getting stranger and stranger, but remembering them made something in your chest stir. You were tired of crying over the loss; it wasn't helping, and you couldn't focus on your life. You knew what had happened wasn't just an accident. From that moment on, you made a decision.

You would find the culprit.

[ajortga]

sweet pt.2

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

summary: jenna can't stop thinking about you, the coffee girl. she may or may not have asked you out on something her friends consider as a date.

word count: 3k+

read the other parts here! previous part: part 1 part 2 part 3

It became sort of a habit for Jenna.

It would be music, think about you, eat, think about you, sleep, think about you, film, yay Jenna gets to see you!

Maybe she’s over exaggerating it, but at the same time she’s really not.

Jenna wasn’t the regular person to be a love bird. Head over heels for someone was barely something she was used to. Well sure she would pass some guys in the city or notice them on set and think, “Oh his hair is perfect” or “He’s kind of cute.” She’s dated a few guys, broke them off because they weren’t for her.

All of the guys only hung out with her knowing she was a celebrity, or she would really think they were the one, until they lost interest and treated her like some toy. She hated when they did that. In fact, she was disgusted by it so much that she didn’t even want to think of having a lasting relationship at all. She just had to find someone right for her.

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“You’re awfully quiet,” Melissa nudges Jenna as they’re both in their Tara and Sam outfits.

Jenna hums, looking at the taller latina with a small roll of her eyes while their makeup is getting patched up, “Just hungry, I guess.”

She shifts in her seat, her earbuds in and waiting for this day to be over, she forgot an umbrella. Of course the forecast would show as non-stop rain the whole day with thunderstorms, she literally checked the day before and it said sunny.

“Well, we only have to shoot like, 5 scenes. You wanna go with Jas and Mason to the Italian place you like? On me.”

Tempting.

But Jenna’s mind has other plans. 

“I think I’m gonna drop by the coffee place next door, craving a latte you know?”

She sees the way Melissa’s face twitches upwards, almost as a confused yet searching look, “You don’t like coffee.”

“The shop changed my mind, Y/N recommended a latte that is actually really good.”

“Y/n you say?” And from Melissa’s sing-song voice, she knows what’s coming.

“Yes,” Jenna scoffs, she can feel her ears begin to heat up.

“I didn’t know you had a friend named Y/N.”

It’s a little quiet, the only noise is from Jenna’s half put in earbud, “I met her a couple days ago, she’s a barista that helps her parents run their coffee shop. Keeps the place cozy and organized.”

“So she’s a barista?”

“Yes,” Jenna replies, half distracted as she picks at her cuticles.

“Who helps run her parent’s coffee shop?”

“Yep.”

“Next door?”

“Uh huh.”

“You like her,” Melissa smirks, it’s not a question anymore.

“Yes-Wait what? No!” Jenna slaps Melissa’s arm, caught off guard.

Jenna hears her laugh, half-heartedly, “I’m just kidding, but you do seem out of it, are you thinking about her often?”

She shrugs, picking off skin that she just scratched.

“Well I think you are, you’re nervous.”

Now the daydreamer turns to face Melissa, “No I’m not, I just think she’s sweet and she’s someone that already brought me out of that introverted lookin’ shell when I first meet people.”

It was true. It’s like you two knew each other when you first met, she hopes you thought of her that way too. She hopes you’re thinking of her as much as she thinks about you everyday.

Melissa looks down at Jenna’s cuticles, then back up at her, “You’re thinking about her, you’ve been quiet today and don’t think I didn’t see what song you’re listening to. You never listen to love songs!”

“What?! I have not been listening to love songs!”

“Lover by Taylor Swift? Lingers by The Cranberries? About you by the 1975?  Dark Red by Steve Lacy??”

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

“I just have taken interest in love songs I guess, it’s spring anyways right?”

“Spring my ass! That is bullshit!” Jasmine chimes in, making Jenna flinch and turn to the corner where Jas was hiding.”

“What the fuck Jas.. Are you eavesdropping?” Jenna shrieks.

“I know when a girl likes a girl,” Jas rolls her eyes and immediately stands up from her squatting position, “Don’t think me and Mason didn’t see you texting someone that you named mY y/N OOoO La lAAaAa..”

Jasmine shuts up with a slipper slapped into her face.

“Just go ask her out or something,” Mason says, popping behind Jasmine and getting the second pair of slippers thrown to his stomach, making him yelp.

“I barely even know her,”

“And there's no difference, you barely fall in love, girl, love at first sight for you means that she’s the one. You know your priorities and she checks all of them. If not, you wouldn’t be listening to those dumb love songs.”

“Gotta agree Jenna, what about this, we’ll go to the Italian restaurant first, then we’ll leave you alone with her in the coffee shop, you come out and tell us how it goes.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you love us.”

“Ugh.”

-

The alfredo pasta was twirled from the fork Jenna was holding, eating as the cast of scream 6 giggled and talked during their lunch break. It was a big bowl of pasta to say the least, she shared it with the whole cast but she was eating it up like there was no tomorrow. She knew around this time she came to your cafe, she only came around two times, but if you didn’t see her on a Thursday in the afternoon, she can almost feel the disappointment you might feel. Or hopes you feel, Jenna’s wondering to herself if you even think of her.

“Oh she’s falling hard for this silly Y/N girl,” Jasmine whispers to Melissa, to which she agrees almost immediately.

“No I’m not,” Jenna blurts, placing down her fork.

Everyone in the table clicks their tongue, a few, “Oh come on” and “Liar!”

“Well you wouldn’t have responded, we’ve been talking to you for the past 5 minutes and you only jerk your head when you hear anything about her!” Jasmine groans, showing her hands if they would somehow present something.

She signals for the check, she quickly pays, and as soon as that happens her real life core four push her out of the restaurant and to the outside of the coffee shop, like parents.

“Go,” Jenna’s shoulder was pushed into the door and it was too late to go back as she heard the familiar bell ring.

“I hate you Jas,” her hands flip the 3 people giggling behind the foggy window behind her as she hears the voice she’s been thinking about the whole day.

“Jenna!” Your tiny figure pops out from the coffee bean machine, waving to her happily.

Cute, she thinks to herself. You’re so cute.

“Almost thought you wouldn’t come today,” you murmur, making Jenna shake her head.

“Just had some lunch with friends, but I couldn't miss out on coffee on Thursdays though.”

“Ah,” you hum, your eyes focused on the latte art you were working on.

The only noise is the r&b music and the small chatter that keeps the environment comforting. 

A small bunny was being created, pouring the creamer carefully. 

“You’re almost looking as tiny and cute as that bunny,” your co-worker, Matteo says, a few feet away from you.

A soft laugh erupts in your throat, rolling your eyes from his compliment, but thanking him nonetheless. Jenna doesn’t know if she’s feeling a strong pit of jealousy that sizzles beneath the back of her mind. Her eyes train on the boy, hazel eyes, brunette hair. 

“Okay okay, stop that,” you grumble, a small smile plastered on your face as you playfully nudge him to show your annoyance.

“Feisty,” he chides.

“The only thing I did differently today is that I curled my hair. You can barely see it in this ponytail,” one hand is pointing to your hair while the other keeps concentrating on the bunny.

“You’re also wearing a bow, your freckles are more visible, mmm,” he thinks for a moment, “Oh and,” he comes closer, whispering in your ear so only you can hear. Your body almost shivers from it, “You’re staring at a new coming regular and smiling like a weird teenager.”

You stop your latte art, groaning in frustration since you were caught by a coworker that also is a kind friend of yours.

“No I’m not, stop whispering in my ear and let me do my latte art,” you shove him away and continue to work on your bunny.

Jenna swallows the prickly feeling in her throat, feeling herself scowl at some guy who’s name tag seems to say, “Mat ear.” Maybe she should switch out acting with latte art for a day.

The bunny looks complete. 

And perfect, you exhale a breath from pride, slide the latte and call out the person’s order with a warm smile.

Then Jenna feels like a fool standing there because she just realized that she’s been staring at you making another person’s latte. Then you feel stupid for not sending someone over to serve her since you’re assuming that she wanted something.

“Sorry!” You apologize, smacking the top of your head as you lean across the countertop, “Hi Jenna, did you want something?” Jenna looks down at your lips for a moment, your teeth tugged on your bottom lip, then trails back up to the menu.

“No worries, I should’ve sat down, I just wanted to visit I guess. Sure. Um,” She doesn’t know what to get.

“Confused again huh?” You tease, looking at the menu then at the lattes. It makes her almost fan herself to know that you know she wants a latte today.

It takes a moment for you to think, “I don’t even think I put this up on our menu, but the other day when I was closing I tried a hazelnut caramel, you down to try that today?”

“That sounds pleasing, sure I’ll take that.”

“Okay, one hazelnut caramel!”

“Dude, I swear your cafe sells at least every pastry known to mankind. Those brownies and chocolate chip cookies look like it could make society salivatate.”

You laugh, “Thanks silly, I just experiment and make sure everyone in NYC can have a taste of home if they are from somewhere else. Sometimes I take my recipes from a past generation baking book, other times I just try baking from eyeing measurements.”

Jenna smiles at that, touching your hand with hers and pressing it down to the counter, “Well trust me, this is probably why you get a hell load of customers every morning.”

A light-hearted, non-forced, soft giggle comes from you, not moving your hand that is pressed from hers.

“As long as it makes others happy and continues a legacy while doing other things I love, and meeting sweet people that mark my memory like you, I think that I wouldn’t trade it. Did you want anything else?”

“I think that’s it today,” Jenna breathes, moving her hand away from yours. Immediately your hand misses the warmth and just wants to pull her back.

She can’t help but notice the smile plastered on your face, “Okay, hazelnut caramel coffee, on the house.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Nuh uh, not on my watch,” Jenna insists, pulling out a 10 dollar bill and immediately you shoo her away.

“On me! Honest! I own this place anyways and it happens at least twice everyday, don’t worry about it love.”

She hears a small “aww” come from her phone and she freezes, her cheeks heating up in an instant.

“I’m paying you one day,”

“If it’s banterings and consistent times that I see you besides Tuesdays and Thursdays, then okay,” your voice echoes as you begin to prepare her latte.

Jenna smiles at you and as soon as she turns around she picks up her phone and curses into it, “What the hell Jas? How the hell did you manage to call me before I got into the shop and stalk into our conversation??”

Snorts and laughs come from the other line, she immediately plugs her earphones in.

“On the house, hmm??” Mason teases, everyone in unison going “ooh la la..” 

“I’m going to chop your heads off-”

“And of course you place your hands on top of hers!! It’s like watching the corniest romance in front of my eyes!”

It had only been 5 minutes that Jenna had talked with you, and somehow she still got stuck and caught by her friends.

“Shut up,” Jenna says, her voice soft, but grumpily as she scoffs.

Melissa, Mason, and Mindy are shouting from outside, she can hear them screaming through the phone.

“Hey,” you say softly, bringing her latte with two wrapped pastries in hand and slide it to her front, “Try the brownies and cookies you were looking at and tell me what you think?”

Jenna wants to keep her cool and to smile politely, but the three crazy people outside that are listening in are making it hard. Especially with all the kissing noises she can hear, so she takes out her earbuds and tosses them in her hoodie’s pocket.

It takes her a while to realize she didn’t buy the pastries that made her hungry.

“Seriously?” 

The way your cheeks curved upwards and your nose scrunched as you smiled made Jenna smile on the spot there, “Seriously,” you assured. 

“I hate you for this,” she says playfully, sarcastically.

“Who can hate two free pastries? That’s a win for me,” you pull the chair out, sitting down as you take a small break, exhaling.

There was a cute cat design on the hazelnut caramel latte, the steaming, sweet bitterness scent that wafts in the air makes Jenna shiver. She plays with the wrapping of the chocolate chip cookie before mumbling a soft, “Thank you.”

“Mmmhm, no problem.”

There's a quiet pause, Jenna sips her latte, looking up at you and seeing you giggle. It’s sweet, light, bitter, and perfect.

You hand her a napkin, there's a small white foaming mustache from the creamer.

It takes a moment as she takes the napkin before you speak again, “So, filming mm? Is it stressful, you know, having to wake up early and doing stuff like that?”

“Honestly, there are days where it can be too much and I need to wind down a bit. But I love seeing cameras and doing something that I have the fortunate privilege of doing, I know a lot of people don’t have that and it makes me grateful.”

You hum in response, nodding, playing with the nape of your shirt.

“I used to want to act and direct,” you smile.

“Really? Why not now?”

Your shoulders shrug, “I still do small stuff, holding cameras, auditioning for stuff, it’s just a little harder since I’m working here and making sure I can continue doing, you know, this. But I love working here, it heals something in me.”

It makes Jenna feel almost bad, not in an overly guilty way. She just can’t fathom feeling pressured to do something instead of going the way you want.

“You have coworkers, you don’t have to be here everyday, you know?” She tilts her head.

Her eyes meet yours, and again she sees those doe eyes, with nothing but something to make her own self melt.

But I'm in so deep

You know, I'm such a fool for you

You got me wrapped around your finger

Do you have to let it linger? 

“I know, sometimes I’m afraid this place will go haywire.”

She giggles at that, then thinks for a moment, “You know, I get on set tomorrow at 11, which is later than most days. Do you wanna, you know, just come and look around? The directors and producers are the sweetest people I know and they don’t mind a plus one. I would like, show you around and you can reach out to some people.”

It’s silent, your face is thoughtful as you’re processing what she said.

“I’ll stick by your side the whole time we’re not filming, introduce you to the cast, as long as you don’t do anything silly, which I highly doubt you might.”

“Okay, I’ll have to check in with Matteo, ask him to bring his sister that comes in on Saturdays and switch it to tomorrow.”

The brunette feels her heart flipping and she nods, burying her face in her hands to try and stop the redness that is invading her cheeks.

You come back soon later, beginning to talk about the plan of the coffee shop tomorrow, but Jenna gets distracted, it’s hard seeing Jasmine blowing her breath on the window, making hearts, then wiping the fog and seeing the way all her friends are making dreamy gestures to mock her. They’re all dancing and she wants to flip them off.

“I’ll be there tomorrow, could you by, um any chance, pick me up? I usually walk here and get my car repaired.”

Oh fuck, Jenna thinks, because she get’s picked up by Jasmine and tomorrow Melissa and Mason will be joining, like they do twice a week. She wants to face palm, she can almost picture the way when you make conversation with her in the car tomorrow, she’ll see in the corner of her eye Mason batting his eyelashes and sticking his tongue out.

“Sure, if you’re okay with some of my crazy friends.”

“Tomorrow it is,” you say, waving and ruffling your hair before waving and walking back to work.

Jenna looks down at her earbuds and she completely forgot she didn’t end the call, she just stashed it away, she’s bearing what is to come, putting her earbuds back in.

“SHE’S ASKING HER OUT ON A DATE” (Mason)

“NO WAY” (Jas)

“SHE’S A FOOL” (Jas)

“SHE’S GOING TO GET EMBARRASSED TOMORROW.” (Jas)

Not to mention the way they are waving their hands outside, she can almost hear the screaming from here.

“There’s no way in hell you asked this sweet pretty girl to come on set tomorrow,” Melissa sing-songs.

“Paws off,” she grumbles.

“She wants her for herself, of course.”

“Shut up!”

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21 Days - Day 15

Something inside of Xavier has shifted. You can’t quite define it or give it a name, but you can sense it, see it in every glance and feel it in every touch. He is not the same man he was yesterday.

What a difference a day can make.

The change isn't anything obvious—most things haven't changed at all. He is as shy and sweet and earnest as he has always been. He still blushes when you touch him, he still pouts when you tease him, and he is still playful and warm.

But the shadow behind his eyes, the hint of sadness in his smile, is disappearing. There is a growing certainty in him that was not there before, as if he has made a choice -some choice- and it has freed him in a way that seems to extend beyond just his secrets.

It's absurd, but you can't shake the thought that he chose you yesterday—that, somehow, you were always a choice he had to make. You don’t even know what the alternative might have been, but now, when he looks at you, the affection in his eyes feels complete, as if it’s here to stay.

Maybe his fevered promise not to leave again was truly meant for you after all. But that only raises more questions—had he been planning to leave you? And when did he leave the first time?

If you were the choice, then what was the other option?

He has remained tight lipped about this particular detail - unwilling to share any part of it. Other small secrets about his past have trickled out in fragments over the past 24 hours—never fully explained and always a little vague, but still unmistakably genuine. He’s trying to open up, and you’re trying your best not to push him. The rest will come later, you tell yourself.

In the meantime, you have a much more immediate issue to deal with.

There is no other way to put it - Xavier has become adorably, maddeningly clingy. He hasn’t let you stray more than an arm’s length since yesterday, and if he weren't so infuriatingly old fashioned, you're pretty sure he'd have slept with his cock buried deep inside you last night. Instead, he’d settled for holding you close, your back pressed firmly to his chest, with his hand resting possessively between your thighs.

It’s not exactly a bad thing; in fact, you love him even more like this. Every time he teleports to your side instead of walking, you can’t help but laugh, as if the seconds saved are simply too precious for him to waste. You marvel at the confidence in his touch now, the way he explored your body this morning like he owns it. And you fall even deeper for him every time he willingly gives you some crumb of information about who he really is.

You're savoring every moment with him and wish you could pause time and stay like this, just the two of you, forever. But you have a plan today - one that he cannot be a part of because it would spoil the surprise.

"Xavier," You whisper, trying to pull away from his insistent kisses, "I really do have to go soon. I have to check in with Jenna. In person this time. You know how she feels about being kept waiting."

Xavier acts as if he didn’t hear you, keeping you pinned firmly against the front door. His lips find a sensitive spot on your neck, biting gently before soothing it with a warm flick of his tongue. By now, he’s already delayed you at least ten minutes with those distracting, lingering kisses—reminders of just how skilled he is with his mouth.

"Xavier," you say more firmly.

He huffs as he pulls back just far enough for his blue eyes to lock onto yours, and the pout in them is nearly enough to break you.

"Why are you calling me that?" He asks, his forehead dropping to yours as he holds you to him, his nose rubbing against yours.

"What?"

"You usually call me Xav now. Or bunny."

A soft laugh escapes your lips at his confused, slightly pouty tone. "Xavier… Xav, I really need to—"

"But...," He protests, ducking his head to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck again. "Let's go together. We're partners. I go where you go."

"It's supposed to be 24-hour surveillance, Xav. You know we both can't go. We already agreed on this yesterday."

"Yesterday was yesterday. Can't we make a new agreement today?"

The whine in his voice is killing you, but you really do want to surprise him. This birthday needs to be special; he deserves to feel special.

"Not this time, Xav."

Xavier's mouth trails down to your neck, each kiss sending a spark through you as his hands tighten around your waist, pulling you firmly against him. You have to bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning as you feel the insistent press of his hardness against you, even through the layers of clothing.

"Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?" he murmurs, his voice a low, promising whisper.

His mouth is pure temptation against your skin, making it hard to remember why you need to leave. But there will be time for this later—hopefully endless time, forever, if you have anything to say about it.

"Bunny, please." You breathe out, threading your fingers through his hair to gently tug his greedy lips away from your skin. "I have to get going. I'm going to be late."

Xavier pulls back and fixes you with the saddest puppy dog eyes that have ever existed. "I can't believe you'd actually...leave me alone in this house."

"I'll make it up to you when I get home, I promise. And I won't be gone long."

Xavier sighs and nods as his arms tighten around your waist. He lets out a defeated groan, and mumbles, "How long?"

"It's just a few hours. I'll be back before you know it." You smile gently at the boyish sulk that has spread across his face as he continues to mope and press small kisses along your jaw.

Finally he gives in and lets out a heavy sigh that fans out along your skin. “Alright,” he grumbles, releasing his hold on your waist and taking a step back.

The small bit of distance clears your head just enough, and you shake it slightly, trying to dispel the lingering desire coursing through you. God, this man has you so wrapped around his finger that you can barely think straight.

You flash him a quick smile and turn to open the door, but pause, throwing him a puzzled look as he moves to follow you.

"Xav, you know you can’t come with me, right?" you say, a mix of amusement and exasperation in your voice.

He nods, pulling the door open and gesturing for you to go ahead, slipping an arm around your waist as he guides you through. "I know," he says with a grin. "I’m just escorting you to the station. I’m allowed to do that, aren’t I?"

It’s hard to believe that the man who used to vanish for days, even though he was just next door, now can’t imagine being apart from you for more than a few hours. It’s a clinginess you’re not used to—not from him, not from anyone—but oddly, it doesn’t bother you. There’s something deeply comforting about being wanted this much, and you can’t help but hope it never changes.

"I’ll miss you," you say, rising on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Xavier’s cheek as your train pulls into the station. "And try not to blow up the house while I’m gone, alright?"

He looks like he wants to argue, his hand tightening around yours, but then his eyes soften, and he gives you a gentle smile, slipping into his practiced, fake-husband role. “Come back soon, Mrs. Shen. Stay safe.”

He’s an exceptionally good fake husband. So convincing, in fact, that the word itself—fake—irritates you as it echoes in your mind on the train ride into the city. Your marriage to him is fake, yet with each passing day, it feels more real. The thought of it ending… It's almost unthinkable.

As soon as you step off the train and into the city, your plan for the day begins to unravel. The check-in with Jenna is mercifully brief, but her urgency to wrap up this mission leaves you tense and uneasy as you navigate sidewalks that are already too slick for comfort.

Snow in October is a rarity in Linkon, but here it is—thick, heavy flakes falling from the sky, dusting the sidewalks in a thin layer of white. It’s beautiful, but bitterly cold, and you're not dressed nearly warm enough for it.

You shiver as you wander from shop to shop, collecting things for Xavier’s birthday. A surprise party had crossed your mind, but inviting a bunch of fellow hunters to your covert mission apartment didn’t exactly scream discreet. So instead, you’ve opted for something simpler—something you hope he’ll love, even if it has the potential to set the place on fire.

But if it makes him happy? It just might be worth the risk.

The cake ingredients were easy enough to acquire, but the decorations were trickier, the items scattered throughout the city, rather than all together in one single shop. By the time you finish collecting everything for the perfect birthday cake, you're freezing and damp with snow. 

The warmth of the nearby cafe and the promise of something sweet was impossible to resist, and you sigh with relief as you dump your shopping bags onto a table and strip off your cold, damp jacket. A steaming cup of hot chocolate and three macarons later, your phone buzzes in your purse. You dig through the clutter of your wallet and keys to find your phone. It vibrates in your hand again as you pick it up and the screen glows with a notification:

(4) Voice Messages from Xavier

Xavier: Is it snowing there?

Xavier: We ran out of vinegar. Can you get some on your way home?

Xavier: Are you on your way back yet?

Xavier: Are you talking to someone outside right now?

You try not to smile at your phone like an idiot, but you fail as warmth floods through you at the sound of his voice. It’s amazing how a handful of words can make you feel so secure. There's something foreign but comforting about having someone care for you like this - someone waiting for you to get home. It's been a long time since you've had such a simple luxury, and you hadn't realized how much you've missed it.

You: I have to stop and pick up a few more things. But I'll be home soon.

Xavier: What do you want for dinner?

You're contemplating the least disastrous option as footsteps approach your table, and you glance up just in time to see a familiar face.

"Fancy meeting you here, miss bodyguard. There are easier ways to find me, you know. You don't have to stalk me." Rafayel smirks.

He slides into the chair across from you, meeting your wide-eyed gaze as he casually plucks a green macaron from your plate and takes a bite.

Has he always looked like that? you wonder as he flashes you a playful, disarming smile.

Seeing Rafayel is like looking at a masterpiece—he’s almost too perfect, so striking it’s hard to believe he’s real. You thought you’d grown used to his looks ages ago, that you had built up a certain immunity to it. But a few weeks apart have undone that, leaving you vulnerable to his effortless charm again.

Xavier is undeniably handsome, but Rafayel—even dressed simply in a sweater and dark pants—is goddamned majestic.

"Raf! Hey! Uh, what...what are you doing here?" You manage, surprised.

He's wearing his signature look of lazy amusement. His inky purple hair is slightly damp from snow, and he runs a hand through it as he takes another bite of your dessert.

"What do you mean? I come here all of the time. Shouldn't I be asking you that question? You're supposed to be locked away somewhere trying to catch a bad guy, yeah?"

"Oh, shut up. I haven't been locked away; the mission is just taking a while. I came into town today for a mission update." You say, and wave toward your bags, "and some shopping."

His eyes flick toward your bags, narrowing on the pastel letters spelling 'Happy Birthday' across the card that's peeking out.

"Mission update, hm? Interesting," he drawls as he pops the remaining bit of macaron in his mouth. "I'm surprised you escaped your tower, your highness. You haven't really bothered to respond to my texts for the past week. I was starting to think you'd been captured or that you got possessed by Wanderers or something."

"Uh," you stammer, quickly sliding another bag over the one he's eyeing, shifting awkwardly in your chair. "Sorry about that. I’ve just been... really busy."

Though his tone is playful, there's a hint of hurt beneath it that tugs at your heart, just as it always does. He’d deny it until he was blue in the face, but you know he can’t stand feeling ignored—and it sucks to know you're the reason for it this time.

He shrugs and leans back, draping his arms across the back of his chair as he casually crosses an ankle over his knee. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Secret missions and saving the world and whatever. Same as always."

The tired sound of resignation in his voice makes your smile falter, and you can only guess at what's really going on behind those galaxy eyes of his.

After countless late-night phone calls, you used to wonder if there might be something real between you and Rafayel. He was a flirt—that much had been clear from the start—and you’d brushed off his advances, wary of reading too much into them. But sometimes, when it was just the two of you, when the flirting grew a little more heated or the light touches became bolder and hungrier, you were almost certain there was something more. That he felt it, too.

But he never took it further, and the moment would fade as if it had never happened at all.

It doesn’t matter now, you remind yourself, tearing your gaze away to stare out the window. The sky has darkened, snow falling steadily against the glass, and your train will be leaving soon. Whatever might have been between you is just a memory now—one you are scared to dwell on any longer.

"We'll catch up when my mission is over, okay?" You swear, rushing the words as you stand up and shove your jacket on, reaching for the bags on the floor. "I'll come over, you can tell me all about your newest exhibit, and we'll make fun of Thomas together. I pinky promise."

"What?" His eyes widen, and he quickly stands, reaching out to still your hand as you go for another bag. "You’re leaving already? You just got here."

"Raf—" You sigh, guilt gnawing at you for more than one reason. Xavier is waiting. "I really do have to go. My train leaves soon."

His grip tightens around your wrist, his warm hand almost scorching hot as he stares at you with a rare flash of desperation in his eyes. It makes him look vulnerable for just a fraction of a moment, and something inside you tightens, torn between the urge to ease the ache you've caused in him and the need to put distance between yourself and old feelings you’d rather not think about.

"Let me walk you to your stop then," he says, his tone light and easy, but he's still holding your hand prisoner. His suggestion isn’t really a suggestion—it’s more of a demand.

"Fine," You say, rolling your eyes dramatically even as a smile forces its way onto your face. "But make yourself useful. Help me carry this stuff."

Rafayel grins and lets go of your wrist, bending to scoop up most of the bags. "Jeez, these are pretty heavy. I better get some kind of awesome reward for all of this labor."

A chill wind and swirling snowflakes greet you as you step out of the café, making you mutter a curse under your breath. If you’d known it was going to snow, you’d have worn a real coat.

"I hate snow," you grumble as you fall into step beside him.

"What do you mean?" he grins, bumping your hip with his. "Snow is like magic. Look around!" 

He gestures to the snow-dusted trees and buildings blanketed in white. "Each flake is unique, perfect in its own way, turning everything ordinary into something miraculous, if only for a moment. And...it also looks really pretty in your hair."

His enthusiasm is infectious, and his words make you feel warm despite the chill wind cutting through the thin material of your jacket. Maybe you don’t actually hate snow after all.

The walk to the station goes by in a blur as you catch up on the last two weeks: gossiping neighbors, Thomas, how cold the city is this year, his new exhibition, your boring surveillance work—keeping it light and casual.

It almost feels like nothing has changed—the two of you chatting, him cracking jokes and teasing you to get a reaction, and the way your stomach flutters every time he brushes against you. He doesn’t do that by accident; you're sure of it.

A pang of longing hits as you realize just how much you’ve missed this. Despite how he gets under your skin like no one else, his friendship means more than you’d ever care to admit. 

Yes, he drives you crazy, and your feelings for him are confusing—but he’s always had this way of making the world seem brighter, lighter, and somehow more beautiful than you could ever see it on your own.

"It's so cold. I’m frozen solid," you declare, setting your bags down on the bench outside the train station. You’re about ten minutes early, and the air is only getting colder. Your fingers sting with the chill, and you blow on them in a vain attempt to warm up.

Rafayel sets the rest of the bags beside yours with a chuckle, shaking his head, "You're right, it is cold. Too cold for my delicate hands." He pouts, his brows knitting together as he exaggerates a shiver and opens his arms wide. “Hold me.”

"Raf..." You laugh, amused and exasperated.

"Come on, cutie. Don't you know how body heat works?" He quirks a brow, stepping toward you. "You wouldn't let me freeze to death, would you?"

His smile is dazzling, effortlessly charming, and completely irresistible—the kind that melts your resolve into a mushy mess. It’s the sort of smile that can't be refused.

You reluctantly return his smile, already mostly deaf to the alarm bells ringing in your ears, and step into his embrace. “Okay, okay. Just for a little while.”

Rafayel laughs, a warm sound rumbling through his chest as he wraps one arm tightly around you, pulling you close. With his other hand, he tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, his cold fingers brushing gently over your cheek and neck. The sharp, clean scent of him—citrus and sea salt—fills your senses as you lean into him, soaking in his warmth.

The alarm in the back of your mind grows louder, more frantic, the closer you get. Yet the soft thrum of his heartbeat, syncing with yours, drowns it out, and the warmth of his breath against your skin is enough to silence the knot of warning you feel in your stomach. The familiar scent that clings to him wraps around you like a shield, blocking out even the smallest of doubts.

"Hold still," he says softly, his fingers threading through your hair as he gently combs it out. "You've got snowflakes in your hair."

A sarcastic remark hovers on the tip of your tongue—of course you have snowflakes in your hair, he does too, it's snowing—but the warmth in his eyes as he strokes your hair holds you silent. His fingers are gentle as he carefully smooths your hair back even as more snowflakes continue to fall, and he leans even closer to see his task clearly in the dim evening light.

Your cheeks flush as he moves closer, leaning into you, and a familiar warmth builds inside of you, making it hard to breathe evenly. You turn your head away from his hand, but he frowns and gently cups your cheek, tilting your face up to his.

"Hey," he scolds gently, "I'm not done. Don't move."

But his hand doesn’t return to your hair. Instead, he gently caresses your reddening cheek, a soft smile spreading across his face. "You're being pretty shy," he murmurs.

And you are. No sarcastic remarks or witty comebacks come to mind, not with the way he’s pressed against you, the softness of his touch on your cheek, and with his face so close to yours. The only sound you can make is a quiet hum that doesn't mean anything at all.

His eyes roam from your cheek to your ears and down to your neck, and he slides his hand along the same path. "Hmm. Your cheeks, and your ears, and even your neck...are all so cold. Do you want me to help warm you up?"

It’s not just warmth in his eyes anymore; it’s heat, and your stomach flips as he drops the tone of his voice to a low purr. The feel of his warm breath against the side of your neck makes your pulse quicken and your own breath catches in your throat.

"Is it working?" He whispers, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.

You nod, barely breathing, as the heat that has built inside of you threatens to ignite into a blaze, your body trembling as you press against him.

“What about here?” Rafayel asks, shifting to the other side of your neck. His warm breath caresses your cool skin before he nuzzles close, trailing slow, lingering kisses from your ear to your neck.

He’s never kissed you before; of that, you’re certain. Yet somehow, in this moment, it’s as if you’re reliving a memory. His warmth, his scent, his touch, the way his body presses against yours—it feels natural, achingly familiar, as if you’ve known it all along. You could lose yourself here, drown in the sensation, and never surface again.

You’re trembling, but not from the cold, as Rafayel pulls back, his hands gently cupping your face. “You’re so quiet,” he says, his voice laced with curiosity. “I haven't the slightest idea of what’s going on in that head of yours. Have my awesome heating skills truly rendered you speechless?”

All you can manage is a shaky laugh, more like a breathless gasp, unable to form a single coherent word as a wave of déjà vu hits you, overwhelming and intense.

"Looking at my bodyguard..." He pauses, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "I can't tell if she's happy right now..." Leaning in, he brushes a soft kiss against the corner of your lips, then locks eyes with you. "Or maybe she's not?"

You stare, wide-eyed, unable to break free from the grip of the dizzying familiarity of this all— frozen in place by how deeply, unexplainably right it all feels.

"Raf, I..." You trail off, lost for words, unsure of what you're trying to express, but knowing you have to say something. Anything. That you can't do this with him, or that you need more of him. Or that, sometimes, two things can be true.

Before you can untangle your thoughts or find the words to express your conflicted feelings, he silences you with a kiss. It’s gentle at first, tentative—his lips brushing softly against yours. Then the kiss deepens, his mouth pressing to yours with an intensity that feels raw, as if the longing comes from the depths of his soul.

You’re drowning now, clinging to him as if he’s your anchor amid the waves of emotion and memory crashing over you. For a moment, time and space collapse, and it feels like this has always been your life, as if this is just one second in a lifetime spent with him like this.

But the brush of his tongue against yours snaps you back to reality, and you tense in his arms, your hand moving to the back of his neck to gently pull him away.

"What?" he whispers, breaking the kiss as he rests his forehead against yours. "Do you want me to stop?"

His voice sounds so tender and hopeful that it breaks your heart a little, and your stomach twists with guilt as you lean away from his embrace.

In another life, you’d beg him to keep going. In another universe, you’d be his completely—mind, body, and soul. You can feel the way his heart calls your name.

But not this life; not in this universe. In all of the world, there is only one call your heart answers to, and it is Xavier's.

“Raf,” you whisper, your voice soft and aching, “I’m so sorry, but—”

"I know what you're going to say," Raf cuts you off before you even finish, hurt replacing the warmth in his eyes, "Sooo you don't have to say it."

He drops his hands from your face and steps back, and the cold wind that cuts through you is nothing compared to the burning ache flaring to life in your chest.

He runs a hand through his hair, shaking loose a few snowflakes, and lets out a bitter laugh. “I guess things with the ‘fake’ husband aren’t so fake anymore, yeah?”

"I love him," you admit, the words escaping before you can stop them, leaving you stunned. You’d never said it out loud before, never dared to voice what you felt. But now it’s out, and there's no taking it back.

Rafayel laughs again, a choked sound that gets stuck in his throat, and looks up at the sky as if searching for an answer there. After a moment, he groans softly before his eyes return to yours, "Oh, that intense, huh?"

You nod, silent, unwilling to say anything more for fear of deepening the hurt in his eyes. The few feet of space between you feel insurmountable, and you itch to close the distance, to reach out and comfort him somehow.

Rafayel sighs, his hand motioning toward the empty air, as if Xavier were standing here, too. "Is he... is he better than me?"

"No, Raf," You groan, the ache in your heart burning even brighter, "He's not better. It's just...different. I can't explain it."

Rafayel looks away again, his lips pressing together in a tight line, before turning back to you with an uncharacteristic seriousness in his eyes. "Just...promise you won't forget about me, okay?"

Tears sting your cheeks, and the hurt, desperate sound of his plea is all the proof you need to understand that a broken heart can keep breaking.

"Oh, Raf, I could never forget about you," you promise, stepping closer. You reach for his arm just as the train pulls into the station, the loudspeaker announcing its arrival.

"I won’t," you swear, ignoring the blaring sound. "Never."

He steps back from your outstretched fingers, and his voice and eyes harden as he replies, "You will. You always do."

The train stops, passengers streaming past, and you open your mouth, trying to reassure him—but no words come. A wave of uncertainty hits as his cryptic words echo in your mind, and you fail to make sense of them.

The option to reach for him, to pull him close and comfort him, is stolen from you as he turns around and starts walking back in the direction you came.

"Get on the train," he calls over his shoulder, "Don't keep Romeo waiting."

You hesitate, your fist clenching as your heart and mind fight for control. Watching him walk away feels like losing a part of yourself, though you can't quite understand why.

You board the train with tears in your eyes, and search through your purse for your phone. You send a quick message to Xavier to let him know you'll be there soon, and try to collect the pieces of your heart as the train speeds toward home.

Xavier chose you yesterday. And today, you chose him.

This star isn't going anywhere. 

[enkas-illusion]

Muse | Chapter 9

Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Eren x f!reader

Rating: NSFW - MDNI

Content Warning: Language, angst, slight making out

Author’s Note: I enjoyed writing this way too much… while listening to Lana’s songs ehe. Does it feel like the story is endling? This is the second last chapter. Chapter 10 will be the final one (I think) . I hope you guys like it. 

~ Eren’s Birdie

Determined to not make a big deal out of it, you had woken up the morning after the incident and gotten dressed up to attend lectures, despite not being too thrilled about it. Besides, you decided that you didn’t want to give Eren much importance on the surface, despite feeling like shit inside. You were hellbent on not wanting to give him the satisfaction to see you sulking.

Well, you can be heartbroken and still look pretty.

Naturally, you avoided Eren like the plague over the next few days. You didn’t reply to any of his texts, nor did you answer any of his calls. Even when the whole group had gone out for dinner over the weekend, you’d decided to sit between Sasha and Jean to avoid having a one on one interaction with him. 

Obviously, it hadn’t gone unnoticed by your two best friends. However, you’d simply dismissed their questions with a ‘not sure, I don’t feel any spark, maybe it’s sem-end stress,’ and luckily, they’d bought your excuse, not pressing any further. You hadn’t told them about the kiss or whatever happened after, wanting to pretend as if it had never happened.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t almost melted at his puppy eyes whenever you’d accidentally meet his gaze. But, considering everything, you’d managed to ignore him quite successfully. You were determined to protect your heart at all costs. And that’s what you had managed to do for this past few days without Eren.

“I must say, I’m impressed,” Mr Tanaka smiles, observing the photos of Eren you’d clicked for the final assignment, “He doesn’t seem stiff or out of place either.”

“Thank you,” you grin awkwardly. You wanted to be happy about getting praised in photography class, but only you knew how your heart had crushed a little each time you had to look at his photos to edit them.

“Good job picking Jaeger as the model, you must be good friends… he looks at ease. Very intimate,” the professor notes.

“Well, we’re friends,” you mumble, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation as soon as possible. Feeling almost guilty since your kind teacher was just giving his genuine feedback.

“So…” you begin, wanting to know your grade already.

“It’s better than a C,” he assures you.

“B minus?” you ask.

“I can’t disclose it just yet,” he scolds you gently.

“Please prof…B plus? I need to know!” you plead.

“Safe to assume,” he says plainly.

Well… it’s not that bad. 

“Thank you,” you bow.

“Just focus on theory next and you’ll manage a decent score,” he assures. You bow again before leaving.

Minseo had skipped classes today, texting you that she was too tired and wanted to sleep in. You’re about to pull your phone out to check your texts since it was Friday and no one in your group knew what rest was when it came to weekends, but you stop when you hear someone call out your name. You come to a halt in front of Studio 1 to look in the direction of the voice.

It was Marco and Jenna, your classmates, waving at you. 

“Hi guys, sup?” you walk into the room.

“Do you have pretty feet?” Marco asks.

“What?” you laugh, taken aback, “I have normal feet.”

“Can I paint them?” he’s wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Marco, stop trying to sound like a pervert intentionally,” Jenna laughs as she turns to explain to you, “he wants to photograph a few references.”

“Umm, okay, I guess?” you agree, since you had nothing to do for the rest of the day anyway.

You want to ask why Jenna couldn’t do it before she quickly grabs her stuff to leave, looking at Marco, “You owe me one. Help me next time. Bye, I’m getting late.”

You wave at her and she does the same before hastily walking away.

“She has a doctor’s appointment for her cat,” he explains.

You nod, “Okay, what do you need me to do?”

“Just sit on the chair, I’ll paint your feet first,” Marco instructs and you follow, taking your heels off to a side to sit barefooted for him. He sits down on the floor with his palette before grabbing your right foot and bringing it up to his face level.

“Sorry if they smell like… feet,” you giggle.

“Nope, it’s all roses and lilies,” he laughs as he starts painting.

Your phone rings and it’s Annie, “Where are you, bitch?”

“Getting my feet painted,” you laugh.

“Huh?”

“Come to Studio 1,” you tell her. She agrees before hanging up. You open your chats to see why she sounded so impatient.

Ann: party timeeeee! We’re going clubbing.

Ann: Min is coming too, she’s on her way to get ready… called dibs on the pink dress btw

You close your phone as you redirect your attention to make small talk with Marco, asking him about his painting process, listening intently. The next few minutes are spent with him handing his phone to show you his rough sketch and you giving him some ideas to explore.

“Wow, I guess that’s why you’re the best,” Marco praises you after a particular advice and you blush. He continues, “Do you really think green is the best base for this?”

“I guess so, if you want this part to stand out, wouldn’t it be better?” you point at the photo in his phone, thinking hard.

“And what about this part?” he’s cradling your foot in his hand as he cranes his neck to take a closer look at the screen, “Should I change anything about it?”

“Hmmm,” you’re lost in thought as the gears in your brain are turning, “What if yo–”

“Wow,” Annie chuckles as she arrives. You look up to see that she’s not alone, next to her are Armin and… Eren.

“Hi,” Marco stops to look at the group before resuming his painting again.

You look back down at Marco, “Do you want to take a break?”

“No, why? You tired?” he asks with concern.

“A bit, my leg feels stiff,” you grin sheepishly.

“Okay,” he gently places his brush down, “just don’t place your foot on the floor.”

You squint your eyes as you bend and extend your knee to release the stiffness. As your hands are on your thighs to keep your skirt from riding up, you’re glad the skirt is long enough to not flash the poor guy in front of you.

Annie and others are quietly observing the patterns Marco had painted on your foot.

“Looks good,” Annie compliments as she’s bending down to observe intently.

“Thanks,” he blushes, “this one’s almost done.”

You’re flexing your foot back and forth before wincing, “Ow, cramp! cramp!”

Marco is quick to massage your foot, carefully avoiding the parts he had painted. As you sigh in relief, you look up to find Eren giving you the same sickly lovelorn look but it turns to a frown when Marco moves closer to the chair to rest your foot gently over his thigh.

“Is this alright?” he asks you innocently.

You nod as you smile at him, “You should rest too, your back must be hurting.”

“Used to it,” he laughs.

“Tell me about it,” you joke back.

“When will you be done?” Annie interrupts and you wait for Marco to answer.

“About 20 more minutes?” He’s back to painting your foot.

“Ughhh, I can't wait that long,” Annie groans.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll come home soon,” you assure her. She shares a look with Armin as if they’re communicating telepathically before she turns back with a ‘okay, see you’.

As Annie and Armin walk out, Eren doesn’t move. He declares that he’ll stay and watch because it’s ‘interesting’ as he sits on a chair a bit further away from you.

But if Eren were to be honest with himself, he felt as if he were nothing short of your own personal bodyguard, monitoring any wrong ideas that Marco could possibly have.

After a few minutes, Marco shifts to paint the other leg in almost a reflection of the first design. You compliment how fast he’s working cause his skill is impressive. He thanks you as if he can’t believe you’re complimenting him of all people.

“So, tell me more about your concept. I know you chose to depict love but why feet of all things?” you ask him, wanting to discuss Marco’s concept more. 

“Easy, I think it was the purest form to describe relationships. A type of devotion where you’re completely gone for the other person,” he begins, engrossed into the painting process, “you see, feet is the lowest you can put yourself for someone so that’s why it's my subject. You put yourself at someone’s feet and it’s the physical equivalent of worshipping them and surrendering to them. It’s like an unsaid declaration that you’ll love them forever.”

“Oh,” you nod, feeling a warm fuzzy feeling at his description, being about to relate to it.

“I know most people will just dismiss it as being kinky or some shit like that but I’m fine with it even if only a few get it. They’re the only ones who matter anyway,” Marco smiles as he looks up at you.

“So, you believe in an everlasting love?” you ask him.

“What else could one believe in? Why would it make sense to love someone only briefly as if saying ‘that’s all I have for you. No more than that!’? That’s crazy,” he scoffs.

“Right?” Your eyes light up, “That’s how I feel… if life is so fleeting, why would one add a love that's even more unstable to the equation? Why can't love exist beyond the volatility of life?”

“Exactly! Love can exist forever… maybe that’s the only thing that does,” he replies and you’re holding his gaze

“But forever doesn’t exist,” Eren interjects.

You blink your eyes as if the spell is broken and you both turn to look at Eren in surprise for having spoken for the first time, making his presence known in the room.

“Why do you say so?” you ask genuinely.

“Because it doesn't exist. A person's emotions are not permanent. One day they promise to give you the moon and the stars and the next day say that they’re not feeling it anymore. Isn’t it just better to not promise forever if they know their feelings won’t last that long? Can love not exist in its fickle state? Loving someone cements you in a place so you’re the only one stuck there if they decide to up and leave,” Eren explains with a straight face.

“But if you really love that person, shouldn’t you love without expectations?” Marco quizzes.

“Unrequited love? I’d rather be celibate,” Eren laughs, “Frankly speaking, isn't it just pathetic to love like that?”

“No, you love for you, not for them. Isn't it a strange responsibility to place on someone you love? Like ‘ok, I feel happy, I feel sad. It’s all because of you’... one would suffocate taking that responsibility,” Marco replies, unfazed as well. Your eyes move back and forth between the two men as they both make their case.

“And you’d be okay with that forever? Loving miserably forever?” Eren raises an eyebrow at him. 

You decide to speak up, “You don't need to love every person you ever loved forever! You can fall in love with the wrong person, let them go, wipe your slate clean before finally finding the right one for you.”

“So love doesn't last forever is what you’re getting at as well?” Eren smirks at you, feeling as if he was winning his argument.

“No. I’m saying forever starts when you find the one for you. So even if forever doesn’t exist as you say… why wouldn’t you want to love them till forever ends?,” you tilt your head as you try to figure out what he’s thinking.

He simply nods, going back to not speaking for the rest of the 20-something minutes. The whole time, Eren’s just looking at you as you chat some more with Marco. He doesn’t speak but you can feel Eren’s presence silently as if he were a phantom. 

In all the moments when you’re chatting away with Marco, when he’s giving your feet a quick massage to release the cramp, when he’s leaning closer in concentration to paint, when he blows over your feet to dry the paint and you giggle as you complain that it tickles, when he asks you to do a risque pose lying on the floor, arching your tangled feet in a way that’s too delicate, too intimate – Eren is silent throughout it all, as if he wanted to make his presence not known at that moment but couldn’t help but exist.

You pick your heels up, wishing Marco a good night and telling him that you’ll be looking forward to whatever painting he comes up with. Him and Eren also say goodbyes curtly before the latter walks out with you, insisting on taking you home.

You’re walking out barefeet, heels hooked in one hand and your bag in the other as you stay a step ahead to ignore him on purpose.

“You're not gonna wash it off?” he asks softly.

“When I get back home,” you say, still indifferent.

“Wanna wear my shoes?” He’s tailing a step behind you.

“No, thank you.”

And then suddenly you feel his hand on your waist and before you can ask him what the hell he was doing, he hoists you up to carry you in his arms, bridal style. You let out a yelp in surprise before you're quick to press your lips shut, clutching your bag and heels tightly.

“Eren! What is wrong with you!” you scold him with widened eyes and a frown on your face.

“Your feet will get dirty,” he's not looking at you, just ahead as he continues walking without breaking a sweat as if he wasn’t carrying a whole ass human.

“This is so embarrassing,” you mumble as you kick your legs back and forth in protest, “People are gonna stare.”

“There's no one around,” he says and he's right, mostly. Since it was starting to get dark, even those who had just been hanging around after class had also left. Mostly. 

A girl walks past you in the corridor, her eyes staying on you a bit longer as she grins in amusement at the way he's carrying you.

“Oh god,” you groan as you try to hide your face against his chest before mumbling under your breath, “you’re so annoying.”

You know he's being dramatic. 

But you let him.

Because in that moment, smelling the scent that only his body gives off, makes you feel a weird sense of intimacy, realising that you did, in fact, miss him. You’d die before admit it to him at that moment but you were liking being carried in his arms like this a little too much.

He only sets you down when you’re at the passenger side of the car. He opens the door for you but you take a step away to open the back door and settle in before closing it behind you. He waits for a second as if he wasn’t expecting you to act so cold before closing the front door and making his way to the driver’s seat.

The ride home is silent. It’s barely 5 minutes but feels like forever in that weird, awkward silence. You watch his well-defined arm muscles flex and you have to mentally slap yourself to not stare too much, or at least not to make it too obvious. When you’re in the parking lot of your apartment, you’re surprised he doesn't say anything because you were expecting an apology… or something. You can’t help but feel disappointed as he waves goodbye before driving off.

When you enter your apartment, you can hear your friends getting ready in Annie’s room. You quickly place the heels in the shoe rack before quietly walking over to your bathroom to wash your feet. You splash the cold water on your face as well as you let out an exaggerated sigh you weren’t even aware you’d been holding in.

“You’re back?” Minseo walks in, pulling you out of your reverie. You nod at her and see Annie peep from behind as well.

“I heard you modeled for Marco and Eren was jealous?” Minseo wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“What?” you scoff.

“Come on, he was jealous!” Annie makes her point sternly and you’re certain she’d exaggerated the story when retelling it to Minseo.

“Drop it guys, I don’t really feel too thrilled about Eren,” you sigh.

“Ok, something definitely happened between you two. I’m tired of pretending it didn’t,” Minseo tuts in annoyance.

“I don’t know,” you chew at the skin over your lip, an anxious habit that you’d been developing once again, “I don’t like how he makes me feel. I feel too uncertain as if he will also fuck and leave, ya know what I mean? I like him but you know what happened with my ex… if I can even call him that.”

“That guy?” Annie rolls her eyes, “we could sense he was a douche from miles away. You were the only one who believed otherwise.”

“Ouch,” you chuckle awkwardly. Your last situationship that had ended more than a year ago was bad for your heart to say the least – he was the one who gave you massive distrust in relationships. He’d acted as if you were the only one in the world but wanted to keep it ‘casual’. Stupid you for believing the ‘casual’ could turn into something more because before you knew it, the man had straight up ghosted you after having his fun with you. You were far from a naive small town girl, you’d had your fair share of talking stages and two relationships that led nowhere in the past but being ghosted so brutally had given you trust issues and you were not ready to test how much you could bend before reaching your breaking point. So, it was easier to not give Eren the benefit of the doubt at all rather than risk him ruining your heart.

As Annie sees you lost in thought, she intervenes, “Look, as your friends, we knew what a dick that guy was and now we know what kind of guy Eren is… and something tells me he’s different. Just a hunch… it won’t harm you to talk to him and at least know for sure what’s going on between you two.”

“Or let loose, fuck him good till you’re satisfied and end it whenever you want. Casual,” Minseo smiles. You roll your eyes at her as she gives advice you know you’d never take.

“What are we talking about?” Sasha is next. You’re taken aback, not aware that she was here as well.

“Eren,” Minseo says and you frown at her, wondering if your love-life has become a public discussion.

“Oh, right, did you guys start dating?” Sasha asks you.

“Why would you say that?” you ask her, as confused as ever.

“Because… it’s obvious?” Sasha says, “Connie and I were betting that he’d ask you out soon.”

“Well, I guess it is obvious to everyone but him, apparently,” you chuckle at the ridiculousness of it all.

You shoo them all out, “Okay, let me get ready.”

You hated such moments of uncertainty. Not knowing whether your liking for Eren was stronger than your disdain of his strange behaviour, or whether he liked you more than just keeping it casual. Then you start to wonder what kind of boyfriend he’d be, how would being  domestic with him feel like, how would him touching you feel like, and the sex? Would his reputation precede him?

Dude, snap out of it!

You lightly slap your cheeks to get rid of the confusing thoughts of Eren clouding your mind. You’re quick to get ready since this was the first time you were going clubbing in months and despite everything, you were looking forward to it.

At your friends’ recommendation, you decide on a tiny black dress that borderlines classy except for the short length that gives away its promiscuity. You pair it with matching delicate heels, putting on makeup that’s a bit more provocative than usual, checking yourself out in the mirror one last time, pleased at your choice. If you were going to make Eren yearn for you, you had to do it right.

Armin arrives soon, visibly stunned upon seeing Annie and simping like a love fool before the rest of you are teasing the hell out of them and he’s driving your whole group to the club with a pink flush on his cheeks that’s part embarrassment and part infatuation for his girlfriend.

You find Eren sitting at the booth with the rest of the guys when you reach. As the whole group squeezes in together, the air is filled with chatter and loud music that makes it hard to distinguish words unless the person is yelling in your ear.

It’s brief but between all this, your eyes meet his. You were laughing at a joke Sasha had cracked and your smile slowly fades the more you stare at him, replaced by a poker face trying to mask the strange attraction you feel at how handsome he looks.

What Eren does next has you blushing despite yourself. He mouths a ‘wow’ at you, sober eyes almost twinkling, seemingly intoxicated by the way you look in that dress. 

You break eye contact to keep yourself from forgetting that you’re trying not to fall for him. Reiner bringing a tray of shot glasses for the whole group serves as a good distraction. As you drink the tequila and suck on the piece of lemon, it makes you wince and scrunch your face and it has you, Minseo and Sasha giggling together as if you were teenagers doing something crazy for the first time.

Jean and Connie bring in two more rounds of shots of vodka and jager-bombs – the joke is not lost on the group as everyone makes sure to cheer a ‘Jaeger’ at Eren before drinking it, making him roll his eyes at the antics. 

With every passing minute, you feel your head buzzing and heart thumping as Minseo is pulling you by the hand to dance with the sizable crowd that had gathered on the dance floor. Despite wearing heels, the alcohol is giving you the raw confidence to dance your heart out and you dance till you can feel a bit of sweat forming on your hairline. Although the AC is set to the lowest temperature possible, you feel hot and excuse yourself to look for some water.

As you gulp the ice cold water at the bar, you giggle at the way Sasha is twerking on some random girl since Minseo had gone back to your table in the corner. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see it’s Eric, a student from another university who’d also submitted his piece at last year’s art fair. His work had been displayed next to yours and it was stunning… so stunning that you almost felt overshadowed at having such an amazing painting next to yours. However, after talking to him, you found out that he had felt the same way about your painting. In all honesty, while you’d found him attractive at first, you’d avoided talking to the guy soon after because his vibe had seemed a bit off – a little too pushy for your liking.

Nevertheless, now that he was here in front of you, you can’t help but greet him like an old friend.

“Eric! How have you been?” you squeal a little too enthusiastically due to the effects of the shots you’d consumed.

“Better now that I found you,” he leans in to give you a side hug, hand lingering briefly around your waist before pulling away.

While you’re busy talking to Eric, leaning in to hear him better, you fail to notice that Eren is staring daggers at you two.

“What’s the deal with that guy?” Eren enquires.

Minseo, who’s sipping on a martini, follows his line of vision and giggles, “Oh, is that Eric?”

Eren waits for further explanation.

“Oh yeah, it is Eric!” she’s squinting her eyes, talking to herself before blabbering on, “They’d met before at an art fair at the end of first sem… you see, my dear bestie is talented and hot so it’s kind of a deadly combo.”

“Does he like her or something?” Eren frowns, there’s irritation in his voice that she fails to notice in her drunken state. Minseo simply snorts.

“What?” Eren’s unsure why she finds this amusing.

She giggles, “He’s told her he feels inspired by her and shit like that so he wants to paint her… nude.”

Eren’s frown deepens at this, “He’s clearly into her, isn’t that just an artistic excuse to get into her pants? Why’s she still entertaining him?”

“Oh no, she sees through his bullshit obv–,” Minseo pauses, looking at Eren to observe his displeased face for the first time, “oh my god, you like her!”

Eren doesn’t reply as he intently observes you from afar. Suddenly, Eric leans forward till his lips are uncomfortably close to your ear, trying to say something. You giggle as you tilt your head, taking half a step back to create some distance between you – it’s enough to make Eren stand up abruptly.

“Wow, okay, you go Eren!” Minseo giggles, the alcohol talking now.

Eren walks towards you, trying to keep his composure. He’s quick to make his way across the room to you, taking steady strides with an annoyed yet determined look on his face.

“Hi, mind if I steal her?” Eren’s voice is stern and you turn to look at him as if he were intruding.

“Uh–” Eric begins.

“Thanks,” Eren doesn’t wait for his answer before taking your hand and pulling you to the dancefloor with him. You haphazardly place the water bottle on the bar counter as you walk behind him.

“Ouch, rude,” you tease grumpily when he stops and turns to face you in the middle of the crowd.

“He’s the one who's rude for trying to steal my girl,” Eren says plainly, eyes flicking back to where Eric was left stranded.

“Your girl?” You ask and he nods. You squint your eyes at him in disapproval, “Yeah more like one out of one million.” 

“Nah, you’re my one in a million,” he grins.

“Come on man, you’re better than this corny shit, ‘Ren,” you can’t help but laugh and cringe at his words.

“You like this corny shit,” his hands rest on your hips as he guides your body to the rhythm of the music.

“Debatable,” you hum and you pout your lip in thought. This makes Eren’s eyes linger there for a second before he’s looking at your eyes once again. 

“I missed you.”

“Also debatable,” you laugh.

“Hey!” he protests, digging his fingers into your skin.

“Fine. Maybe I missed you a tiny bit too,” you snake your arms around his nape, the alcohol making you bolder.

There’s silence as you dance slowly to the fast pop sound that was remixed to death.

“I’m afraid to be the only one left after forever,” Eren breaks the silence.

“Huh?” you lean closer, not sure if you heard him right.

“The answer to your question,” he says, referring to the conversation about love you had earlier.

Oh.

“So if you’re alone from the start, there are no expectations. No surprises after forever. No disappointments?” you giggle.

“Yup,” he smiles back as he pulls your body closer.

“What an awfully lonely way to live,” you note without having a filter on your thoughts.

“Better than getting your heart broken, don't you think?”

“If I was worried about my heart, I wouldn’t be here in your arms,” you say it before even realising the words had slipped you, feeling your heart race at the confession. 

He leans down till his lips touch your earlobe, “But you know… I don't know if I can believe in forever just yet, but if I were to give my heart to someone at the risk of it breaking… I’d gladly give it to you.”

“Eren!” you scold him, as if not wanting him to make fake promises.

His hands roam over your lower back, tracing the curve of your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake, “Yes?”

“Don’t break my heart,” you tell him as you hesitantly place your hands over his chest.

“Promise,” he whispers before biting on your earlobe. You tilt your head as it tickles but don’t pull away from his touch and it causes a victorious grin to plaster on his face so cockily.

As if on cue, a slow sensual song starts playing, giving him the free pass to trace your silhouette with firm yet soft hands. His hands land on your hips as he turns you around till your back is pressed against his front, guiding you to grind against him. You feel your stomach lurch at the words that come out of his mouth next.

“Look at him. He doesn’t seem pleased at all,” Eren whispers in your ear as his hand presses your body firmly onto his, “Wanna make him jealous.”

“Eren!” you scold as you slap his arm playfully. You look at Eric briefly before twisting your neck to look back at Eren, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“What?” Eren kisses your cheek playfully.

“Just shut up and dance,” you roll your eyes, still grinding your hips back, feeling the tiny tent in his pants starting to appear.

“You want me to shut up?” he raises an eyebrow at you.

You nod.

“Okay, anything for you madam,” he brings a hand up to cup your jaw firmly as he cranes his neck to lean in and kiss you without wasting another second. This causes you to whimper into his mouth as you bring a hand back up at his nape to play with the tiny hair there.

You part your lips to willingly let his tongue dance with yours. You turn around to face him completely without breaking the kiss and Eren’s hands shamelessly grab your ass, staying there without any hesitation. As your lips part, you both breathe heavily, staring into each other’s eyes, smiling triumphantly.

“You have any idea how pretty and sexy and gorgeous you look tonight?” he groans as he tugs at your bottom lip before letting it go. You giggle, blushing hard, feeling lightheaded and not knowing how to reply to that.

“You’re alright too, Jaeger,” you stick your tongue out to tease him.

“Is that so?” he smiles as his head dips to kiss the spot below your ear and you have to try hard not to moan in the middle of the crowd — not that it would matter since you weren’t the only ones brazenly making out there.

When Eren sucks on the spot, you swear you see stars as you feel your nipples get hard. Your voice is breathless and whiny as you whisper his name, tugging his hair to make him stop.

“Wanna get out of here?” Eren looks up with a lust-ridden gaze as he nuzzles his nose against yours in that particular way he likes to.

You nod.

“My place?” he asks and you nod again eagerly.

“Okay,” he smiles as he claims your lips with his once again, tongue sliding in your mouth with masterful skill, altering between smooching and biting your bottom lip. You feel light headed as your hands caress his face gently. With your body pressed into his tightly, you can feel his hard bulge poke over your dress.

You chuckle into the kiss when you realise how hard he is. Eren shuts you up, sucking your face once again, almost knocking the oxygen out of your lungs to leave you gasping for air.

“What’s gotten into you?” you heave as your chest rises and falls heavily.

“Not sure but you know what’s getting into you later tonight?” he laughs.

“Real classy,” you crinkle your face at the crass joke as you shake your head at him, “Stop talking before I change my mind.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he challenges cockily as he grabs your hand to pull you away from the crowd and towards the exit. 

“Sure, after I use the restroom… need to pee,” you giggle as you stop in your tracks, leaving him near the exit before making your way to the toilet.

You’re glad there’s no line as you rush in. When you’re done peeing, you’re about to get out of your cubicle but stop when you hear two girls mention Eren. You’re not sure if your ears were ringing but you freeze as you hear them talk.

“Eren is here?” 

“Yeah! He’s at the gate,” the other voice squeals.

“When was the last time you hooked up with him?” the previous girl gasps.

“Not that long ago… but I'm totally gonna sleep with him tonight. A dick that good shouldn’t go to waste,” she laughs, “How do I look?”

Having heard enough, you flush once again as if to not make it seem like you were eavesdropping before walking out of the stall. You wash your hands at the basin, noticing how pretty both the girls were as they stood readjusting their dresses. 

Of course! Cause why wouldn't Eren fuck a pretty girl?!

One of the girls takes two steps towards the door, her friend calls out, “Emi! You’ll need these!” as she waves two stray packs of condoms her way.

You feel sick and want to puke and it's not due to the alcohol. You walk out quickly, taking fast and quick steps as a thousand questions race through your head. Of course you knew about Eren's reputation from the get go and it never really bothered you before. But what was stabbing you from inside was the way the girl was talking about him as if he were still up for grabs. You want to ask him everything. Why didn't he make it clear to her that he was getting serious about someone else? Wasn’t this the same girl who’d texted him that day? Or was he keeping his options open? Wanted to wet his dick somewhere else in case you were to reject him again? Or was she just a stupid girl who couldn't get the hint?

But none of these questions come out of your mouth when you finally step out into the cold night and walk to where he is.

“I'm going home. I don't feel good,” you avoid his gaze as you inform.

Eren is concerned, “What happened?” he cups your face before moving his hand to press it on your forehead, “You okay?”

You pull his hand off, “Yeah.”

“What's wrong baby?” He cooes as he pats your head gently.

You try hard to bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying something rude but there’s an itch that needs to be scratched, “Funny thing… Do you know who I ran into in the washroom?”

“Huh?” He’s as confused as ever at you being so cold all of a sudden.

“Do you happen to know a certain someone named Emi? I’m not sure how she has the most perfect timing but this is the second time she’s come between us and I don't know what to think of it,” you fold your hands over your chest.

“Emi is here?” he’s surprised, “Well, how does that matter? We live in the same city, we’re bound to run into other people!”

You close your eyes as you take a deep breath, “Eren, for fuck’s sake… did you tell her not to contact you because you were no longer interested in being her– whatever it was that you guys had?”

“No?” he’s clueless and confused as if he doesn’t understand why it’s a big deal.

“Okay. Let me spell it out for you! Do you still have your options open?”

“No?” his eyebrows furrow, “You know I like you. Why does anything else matter? I literally told you minutes ago.”

“Well, I overheard her talk that she was gonna try and seduce you. If you really want to be with me only, why does she still think she has a chance?” you feel frustrated and want to cry but you’re trying your best not to seem like an overly emotional wuss.

“I don’t get you. You’ve been pushing me away for 2 damn months. I have not even opened Hinge and shit on my phone ever since I realised I liked you a lot more than just to keep things casual. But you know what? We’re still getting nowhere? What’s there to tell? You leave me hanging every single time! What are we? Because to me– I’m not sure whether you even like me. I just feel like your boy toy.”

The frown that was deepening on your face relaxes at the last sentence. You suddenly feel as if you have no energy to fight with him right now when his accusations were so baseless and deflecting his own mistakes.

You sigh, “Alright.”

“What?” He's challenging you.

“I’m leaving. Go have fun with Emi or other 10 girls who line up for you. I don’t give a shit,” you begin to walk past him to where the cabs are lined up.

But before you can go any further, Eren is gripping you by the arm to make you stop. He pulls you back, taking a step forward at the same time till you’re close enough to smell his perfume.

“What do you want?” you look up at him, eyebrows knitted again.

“I’ve told you that a million times before. I want you,” he presses a palm against your cheek, rubbing your skin gently.

“And you’ll want someone else tomorrow! Big deal!” you don’t falter, the crease on your forehead deeper than ever.

“Please,” he sighs as he pulls his phone out, “This is what you want to see?”

He hands you the phone with his chats with Emi. He wasn’t lying. He had simply ghosted her – there were no replies from his side to any of her texts since you’d started talking. And then you scroll up to see that the last time he’d texted her was the day of your first date, only now realising that he’d bailed that night for her.

While you want to be happy that he wasn’t lying, you feel weird when you think that a random fuck-buddy of his had eclipsed your relationship with him from the beginning. Maybe you were being too stubborn but the night was already ruined beyond repair and you weren’t in the mood to fix it now. You didn’t want to, letting your pride get the best of you.

“Happy?” he asks, “If you still don’t trust me then feel free to check other texts as well.”

You know his tone isn’t malicious. For the first time you sense panic in his voice.

“Eren, I’m gonna say this one last time. I don’t care if you fucked a hundred people before me. Things of the past don’t matter… but why do I feel like it’s not a thing of the past? You have never made your intentions clear with her. If you really wanted to go all in with me, you should’ve deleted all your dating apps when you started liking me and wanted to date me!”

“As if you don’t have guys around you all the time? There’s Marco, Jean, oh and Eric! Each time I see you hang out with them, I wonder if I’m not the only one for you. I’ve told you I want you. Have you ever once said the same to me?” His grip on your arm tightens.

“Please? You’re comparing two things that can’t be compared. Marco is just a friend, as for Jean and Eric, they’ve never approached me as boldly as your dear fuck-buddy does! I’ve never fucked either of the guys! You can’t say the same for her,” you push a finger at his chest, out of breath, “you’re the one guy I’ve kissed after being single for more than a year! If that’s not enough indication that I want to date you and be with you, then I don’t know what is!”

He’s quiet, biting the inside of his cheek once again. But you’re not the only one whose ego has taken front seat in this conversation. Eren hated losing this and hated that you made sense. He had thought he was doing everything right to get the girl after a long time. Wouldn't it be such a joke if he were to confess that he couldn’t even do such a simple thing right?

So instead, he spits venom, “So, what you’re getting at is that I should've I gone around telling her, ‘there’s this girl who’s giving me blue balls instead of giving me a chance so just get lost, don't bother me?’”

You feel disheartened, you’d thought he was starting to get your point.

“Okay. Fine! Go to her then and leave me the fuck alone!” you try to wiggle your arm out of his grasp, “At least she’s giving you clear signals right? Go fix your blue balls with her.”

“Goddamnit! I'm with you right now, aren't I?” His grip doesn’t budge.

“You’re hurting me,” your other hand tries to shove him in the chest but he’s way too strong for it to have any effect on him.

The cherry on the top is when you hear the same sultry voice from before call out his name, “Hi Rennie!”

You scoff, smiling at the irony and Eren feels his heart drop to his stomach. He closes his eyes to take a deep breath.

“I don’t think I have anything else to say to you anymore,” as much as you were trying not to show your sadness, the tone of your voice gives it away.

“Please,” Eren sighs softly, “I’ll make her go away.”

“Eren. Just go. My heart can't take this,” your voice trembles ever so slightly, “Whatever this was… it’s over.”

“Please?” He's pleading now. 

You look over his shoulder to see that the girl is waiting a few steps behind, seemingly choosing to ignore the way you’re standing so close to him. For a split second, you wonder if you should kiss him to snatch that stupid smirk off her face, but you decide against it. What would the foundation of your relationship look like if you gave into your pettiness right now? Isn’t something as messy as this what you were trying to avoid since the beginning? 

You meet his eyes, heart twisting as you land the final blow, “You know what? I regret going on that first date with you. No, scratch that… I regret ever meeting you at all! Just repainting my damaged painting would’ve been a million times better than running to you on that football field.”

Your eyes well up when you see the wounded look in his eyes as his grip on your arm loosens. He looks sad, a genuine hurt and defeat visible on his face. He’s still staring into your eyes, lost and trying to find anything there that would betray your bitter words. The part of you that holds so much affection for him wants to hug him and say you’re sorry and that you didn’t mean what you just said. But you’d said it already, and it had already marked the end of you two.

You’re quick to turn around to not show the tears that spill as you quickly walk away from him, not waiting to hear what he had to say, if he had anything to say at all.

~ fin ~

Chapter 8 | Chapter 10 (a)