#ft. carter.

Jensen couldn't help herself. Carter was gorgeous, and watching her brother sit there so casually while Jensen turned the heat up only made it more tempting. She leaned in with every quip, her eyes lingering too long, her voice dipping a little lower than necessary. "You know, Carter, if Jameson doesn't treat you right, you could always trade up. I'm available anytime you need me." She let the joke hang in the air between the three of them, feigning innocence as she sipped her wine. In her mind, it was harmless fun — testing boundaries, stirring the pot like she always did. What she either didn't notice, or didn't care to acknowledge, was the way Carter's smile faltered, her shoulders stiffening each time the attention came her way. "Don't worry, I promise I'd make it worth your while."

"So... I guess we have some things to talk about."

Jamie moved through his apartment with a quiet buzz of nerves. The scent of garlic and rosemary filled the air, mixing with the soft flicker of candlelight dancing over rose petals scattered across the floor. It was a little over the top, sure. But for Carter, it felt right. The gift basket sat on the counter, wrapped up and packed with her favorites: sour candy, her go-to face mask, that overpriced lip gloss she always talked about, a few more snacks, and a small Bengals keychain he'd found in the stadium's gift shop. She'd made the cheer squad again for a second year in a row, and if no one else was going to make a big deal about it, he damn sure would. A knock at the door pulled him from the kitchen and he quickly shuffled to the door in order to open it for her. He offered her the bouquet of her favorite flowers that he grabbed from the kitchen, a small smile tugging at his mouth. "Hey you," he said. "Figured someone should celebrate the Bengals' MVP cheerleader." He stepped aside to let Carter in. "Dinner's almost ready. And yes, there's dessert, too. Your favorite, actually. My mom insisted she make it for you." With a quiet laugh, Jamie shut the door behind her. "Welcome to your night off, Carter."

"So, you mean to tell me... You want to make my brother jealous by going out with me?" He asked, still a little perplexed by the situation. "I gotta be honest, it'd be nice to see him furious over someone playing him like that, but I don't get why you even need to make him jealous considering you two aren't together."

escuchó la advertencia y alcanzó a detener sus pasos, salvándose de tropezar. dirigió la vista hasta el tumulto de plumas y luego hacia el dueño de la frase. “¿qué tiene? no es como si fuera a pisar a uno de los cuervos...” curvó una ceja y terminó echándose un par de pasos hacia atrás. “¿crees que es de mal augurio pisarlas? ¿se me van a pegar en los zapatos?” esta vez, llevó la mirada hasta los pies ajenos y, al notar algo sobresaliendo de la suela, agregó: “¡ugh! creo que el que ya las pisó es otro... o llevas basura contigo.”

“we used to be really close friends. then her brother led to my brother’s od at a party she was hosting. she didn’t do anything to try and help him and while i don’t think it’s her fault that her brother messed up, i can’t look at her without remembering that horrible night. my whole life changed, my family changed and i can’t just pretend that nothing happened. now, i think she’s just upset with me for still being upset but if she thinks i can just forgive and forget, she’s going to be thoroughly disappointed.” // @ofmargot, @kingvcnderbilt

“letting my brother go to that vanderbilt party.” ( @ofmargot @kingvcnderbilt )