Janthony ONESHOTS! (SLOW UPDATES, PROMISE)

bacon in the toaster?!

a/n: i got this idea from a british soap opera called Coronation Street lmao
its when Kylie tried to cook bacon in the toaster LMFAO
i love how her response to David asking her about it is just "I told ya, I'd had a few bevies!" im dying ok bye lmao
ps she tries to come onto him but anthony is a cinnamon roll and he dont let it happen so no technical smut lol bye bitches

"Jasmine, wanna explain?!" Anthony's familiar voice woke her up.

The girl opened her eyes and looked at her roommate, who was stood in the kitchen. She got up, wobbling a little. She stumbled into the kitchen "What?"

"What the fuck is this?!" He yelled, pointing at something. Jasmine blinked and looked to where he was pointing.

He was pointing at the toaster.

"Did you, or did you not, try to fry bacon in the toaster last night?!" Anthony's voice got louder and louder.

"I'd had a few drinks, but...uh...yeah." Jasmine snorted and put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from bursting into proper laughter.

Anthony groaned. "Well, it's busted, now! Totally busted!"

"It's not my fault! Renee and Pippa dared me! Or maybe I was just hungry? I honestly don't remember..." She giggled sleepily. "Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Yes, but not on the sofa, Jas..." His voice quickly went softer as he realised she was still probably a bit drunk. "Uhh, Jasmine?"

"Yeeeeeeees?"

"How much did you have to drink last night?"

"A few glasses...or...bottles...of wineeee. Why do you ask?" Jasmine asked with a lopsided grin.

"Ah...no reason." He replied shortly.

"Anthony, I'm soooo tired, can I go bedtime now pleasy?"

"Yeah, of course." He took her arm and gently steered her out of the kitchen, through the living room and into her lilac bedroom. "Okay, Jas, you can go to sleep now." He let go of her arm.

Jasmine stumbled forwards and almost tripped onto her bed, then turned to face him.

"Will you sleeeeep with meeeeeee?!"

"No, Jasmine, I have work to do. Get some good sleep, alright?" He turned to leave.

Jasmine rushed up to him and grabbed his arm tightly. "Sooo...work is my new nickname?"

Anthony blushed and looked at her. "Okay, smooth, but...why are you suddenly coming on to me? I-I don't get it..."

"Because I'm horny, and because you're actually a very attractive man..." She giggled and pressed her body against his.

"F-Fuck, Jasmine, no, bab...you are drunk- really drunk. I...you're a really sweet girl, but we're just friends, and you are drunk!"

"I don't care, Anthonyyy...I thinkk...I thinnkkk I like youuu..." She looked at his relatively thick lips and leaned up.

"Jasmi-" he was cut off by her kiss.

Anthony almost fell backward, so surprised by this action, but Jasmine caught him by his arm and kissed him harder.

He tried to pretend that he wasn't enjoying this, but it was not true. It felt good. She tasted good- even if she tasted faintly of wine. Her lips were so soft...

'No, no, no, stop, stop, sTOP!'

Anthony frowned and pushed her away quite roughly. "Jasmine, no, no, this is not right!"

Jasmine slipped and fell backward onto the hard wooden, landing on her butt. "Ow!" She scowled up at him. "Why did you do that?!"

"For the same reason why I won't sleep with you- you're drunk as fuck, and I'm not okay with doing anything whilst you're under the influence! This isn't what you want, Jasmine, and it is not what I want."

"I know you're lying. I could feel it in that kiss, ya know. You really don't have to lie to yourself. You enjoyed that...you and I both know you did." She smirked, knowing that this was absolutely the case, and sat up, kneeling in front of him.

"Jasmine...whatever you're about to do-"

"Shh, baby boy..." Jasmine's arms outstretched and she took hold of Anthony's belt, then began to unbuckle it.

Anthony bit his lip and looked down at her.

'Anthony, stop her, now! We can't let her do this, it isn't right! '

'Can't we just do this and pretend like nothing happened?!'

'DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKED UP THAT IS?! NO! That's it, I'm stopping it right now.'

Anthony took a deep breath and stepped back. "Jasmine, no." He stared at him.

She stared back at him coldly. "Why the hell not?!"

"You know why, Jas. I've explained it to you already- you're drunk, and if we do anything, that's rape."

"But I want this!"

"Well, sober you may beg to differ," He replied softly, folding his arms. "I don't want to inflict this upon you. At all. Now...you should head to bed, providing you're still tired?"

"Yeah...a little." She murmured sourly. She shuffled over to her bed and flopped onto it. "Go away, now, pleaseee..."

Anthony put his hands in his pockets and watched her, smiling weakly. "Alright, Cephas-Jones. Sleep well, Princess." He walked out of the room, still smiling.

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Jasmine woke up and immediately groaned. "Fucking hell," She whimpered in pain, clutching her forehead. "I feel like an ass that has just eaten...ass...what?" Jasmine was in so much pain that her brain was hardly functioning and she couldn't come up with a witty line (a/n: lmao me constantly).

She sat up, head spinning, and managed to grasp reality long enough to stop feeling dizzy. She got up, still feeling somewhat dizzy, and slowly made her way out of her bedroom. "Anthony?" She called, voice cracking.

No response.

Jasmine frowned deeply. "Anthony?" She peeked into his bedroom. He was nowhere to be seen.

She began to panic a lot. "Anthony?!" Jasmine yelled one more time.

Still, no answer.

"...I'm gonna call him." She went into the living room, searching for her phone. Jasmine spotted it out the corner of her eye in the kitchen. She quickly ran in and grabbed it. She was ready to ring Anthony when she saw a note next to the sink.

Jasmine paused, then decided to put her phone down. She picked up the note and read it.

Jazzy,
I'm heading out to the hardware store to get another toaster. If you see this, I hope you slept well and I hope you don't worry too much about the kiss.
Also, in case you have a particularly bad headache, I left you some aspirin and a glass of water by this note. You can take them if you want.
I'll be back in about 2 hours, probably. It depends on how bad the traffic is, honestly.
See you later x.

She stared at the note- and specifically the bit about 'the kiss'.

Jasmine stared at those two words, incredibly confused.

"...what kiss?"