#like as someone who went full tilt on it there comes a point when you stop taking durge seriously bc it's just so overdrive all the time

[queermccoy]

[[for @dark-alice-lilith who submitted the 13th song and buddietommy]]

the 13th song on my spotify wrapped 2024 was After Midnight by Chappell Roan

(on ao3)

Tommy didn't go out often.

Well, he went out; to a badge and ladder with his co-workers, to the movies on his own, to dinner with Sal and his wife, but not like this. He didn't go to clubs, was what he meant.

Except that night be was in a gay club, hanging out by the bar and nursing a drink that was all dark liquor and nothing else. He wasn't uncomfortable, exactly, but he was facing the bar and not the dance floor, taking up one of the few actual seats, drink going warm in his hand.

He'd specifically gone out because he was feeling lonely and old, but being in this club wasn't helping either of those feelings. Surrounded by mostly younger people, people still spry enough to go drinking on a weekday and still work in the morning. Tommy hadn't been young like that in years. With a sigh, he checked his watch. It was coming up on midnight and, in Tommy's experience, nothing good happened after midnight.

He was about to drain his drink and order up an Uber, head home and scroll through Grindr instead, when someone bumped into him, jostling his shoulder. Annoyed, Tommy turned. His mouth was already open, biting words halfway out, but then everything he wanted to say flew out the window. The metaphorical window. The guy was so handsome it struck him dumb.

"Sorry," the man said, not sounding sorry at all. He looked at Tommy with dark eyes ringed with striking lashes. His mouth was generous and his shoulders were strong. He was solid all over, Tommy noticed when he let his eyes rove from the man's thick boots to his mussed hair. His eyes were alert, like he wasn't drunk at all. Jesus, this guy was good looking. It made Tommy's mouth dry.

"My name's Eddie," the guy—Eddie—said. He leaned on the bar, elbow propping him up. His arm flexed distractingly.

"Well hey, Eddie". Tommy mirrored Eddie's posture, spinning in his stool to face him. His knees nearly bracketed Eddie. "I'm Tommy."

"You here alone, Tommy?" Eddie asked. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his throat.

Tommy leaned in. "You know I am," he replied because it was obvious and he knew Eddie knew it.

Eddie tilted his head. He smiled and it was...dazzling in the flashing lights of the club. "My boyfriend wants to dance with you," he said, bringing one square hand up to point behind Tommy.

Tommy felt his eyebrows fly up his forehead, chin dipping to his chest. He assessed Eddie, no longer an easy flirt. He was something else entirely. Tommy pursed his lips and glanced over his shoulder to see if this something else would be worth it.

And Jesus Christ. Okay. Yeah, okay.

It was probably going to be worth it.

Eddie's boyfriend was tall, all long legs and broad shoulders. He looked like a mountain, an absolute wall of a man. Tommy couldn't tell what color his hair was in the wash of purple and then pink and then purple again strobe lights but his smile was wide, the duck of his head both endearing and obviously practiced. Yeah, Tommy could do that.

"Why," he started, and then realized Eddie probably couldn't hear him. He turned back and caught Eddie's dark eyes, glittering with amusement. Tommy repeated himself, eyes on Eddie's mouth. His lips were full and twisted in a smirk.

Tommy's heart stuttered. "You can't keep up with him? Is it?" he asked, desert dry.

"He's a handful," Eddie replied and Tommy liked the shape of it. He leaned into Tommy's space, so close Tommy could feel the heat of his sweaty body. "He thinks you look like a good time." He reached out and touched the collar of Tommy's henley, fingers just brushing where Tommy left the top two buttons undone. "Are you?"

Wild fire licked its way up Tommy's spine. He said, "Could be."

That made Eddie grin, filthy and dark. He pulled his hand away from Tommy's throat and cupped Tommy's hand on his hip. Eddie tugged his fingers out of his belt loop, tangling them together. His hand was large and warm, a little damp, and his grip loose. Tommy felt his stomach flip pleasantly.

Eddie weaved his way through the crowd, leading Tommy across the dance floor. He delivered Tommy to his waiting boyfriend.

"This is Tommy," he told the boyfriend. He didn't let go of Tommy's hand.

"Evan," Evan said, pointing to himself. His eyes were roving all over, taking Tommy in. Tommy shifted and felt his lips curl into a grin. With his other hand he reached out to shake Evan's. His hand was smaller than Eddie's, even though he was so much bigger.

His hand lingered in Tommy, eyes blue and then purple in the flashing lights. The shadows over his face made him look boyish and then smoldering. He was so hot, Tommy couldn't look away. His hand still in Tommy's he asked, "do you want to dance," but it didn't sound like a question. It sounded like a forgone conclusion, like Tommy wouldn't say no.

Well, he hadn't been planning on it anyway.

Tommy followed Evan onto the floor, their hands latched together. Eddie followed behind him, their hands still linked. Like a daisy chain. Evan lead them to the middle of the dance floor. He molded his body to Tommy's front, Eddie snugged up to his back. They danced together to the music, the bass so much heavier with all the bodies writhing around them, with the speakers so close. The beat was opposite to the pounding of Tommy's heart and it made his body feel strange and foreign and new. Evan's arms around his shoulders and Eddie's hips pressed to his ass floated him over the sounds until all he could hear was them, all he could feel was them.

When the first song flowed seamlessly into the second, Evan reached around Tommy. He turned his head enough to see Evan kissing Eddie, their mouth fitting together like pink puzzle pieces. The sounds of their tongues and their teeth rang in Tommy's ear, reverberating through his body and collecting under his belly. He could feel himself fattening, growing harder and harder in his jeans, cock pressed against Evan's solid thigh. His chest rubbed against Evan's, nipples catching on the fabric of his shirt. Eddie behind him was grinding against his ass.

They moved their bodies together to music Tommy didn't recognize, too old or too uncool to know. He sank his fingers into Evan's sweat-damp curls, other hand reaching behind him to clutch at Eddie's hip. They were still kissing, Evan making pretty noises with every tug of his hair. Tommy felt wild with arousal, legs restless and fingers clenching. He wasn't thinking, not with his rational mind, when he yanked Evan back.

His lips disconnected from Eddie's with a wet sound that went to Tommy's dick. He moved his hand from Eddie's hip and turned, watched himself curl it around the back of Eddie's neck, pulling him closer.

"I'm going to kiss your boyfriend," Tommy told him. Then, "If you don't mind."

Under his palm, Eddie was nodding. Hands slipped over Tommy's torso from behind, tips of fingers skirting under the waistband of his jeans. "Fuck, yeah," he breathed into Tommy's ear.

And Tommy didn't need to be told twice. He dragged Evan closer, his blue eyes half-lidded and bright. Fuck, wow, fuck, his mouth was already kiss bitten and puffy under Tommy's lips, tongue pushing its way into Tommy's mouth. The hot, slick slide of it against his own making him shiver. He raised up on his toes to force Evan to tip his chip up.

"Let us take you home," Evan rasped when they broke apart.

Tommy, dazed, nodded. Eddie was a firm line behind him and propelled him forward, Evan's fingers threaded through Tommy's. They left the club in a fucked up, horny conga line.

Later, sweaty and sated and half asleep between two hot as hell guys Tommy thought, maybe something good can happen after midnight.

spotify wrapped is in!! send me a number (1-100) and a ship and i’ll write a little fic based on the prompt

[vounoura]

I've been musing on it pretty much since I committed to my bad end durge run but I think so so so many RPGs struggle hard with 'evil' choices bc most evil choices amount to over the top 'be a complete and utter monster' versus like. actually nuanced evil runs

[lqveharrington]

Gentleman | R.L.

summary: remus lupin is the perfect gentleman.

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

includes: fluff, you and sirius are practically siblings, rem defending his girlfriend, someone gets pushed off a boat

a/n: all my inspo literally comes from the music i listen to 😭

James had invited the entire group down to the lake for the summer because it was the last summer before the last year of Hogwarts. He thought it should be memorable, and everyone loved the idea. His parents allowed him to borrow the lake house and boat, but only if everyone's parents were okay with it. Of course, your parents trusted you with your friends. The only rule was to stay in separate rooms from your boyfriend. Oopsies.

As the Potters’ boat slowed to a calm stop, the summer wind continued to blow through the air, the clouds nonexistent in the blue sky. The sun shimmered across the lake water and the radio played the top hits of the month, the sound drowning from the talking of the boat’s riders.

When Sirius had enough of all the chitchat, he quickly shed himself of his top and jumped into the lake water, splashing Marlene who was trying to tan on the boats end. She cursed him out and threatened to pull the ladder away when he splashed her again.

Witnessing the entire interaction, you hid a laugh behind a smile and left the girls to sit beside Remus who was sitting underneath the shade of the boat. You tucked your legs underneath your lap and leaned your chin on his shoulder. On instinct, his calloused hand found the space underneath your calf and gently squeezed even when talking to James. You admired his face glowing in the sun for a beat, eyes following the scars that were left behind from bad nights before he finally turned and met your loving eyes.

“Hey.” You murmur and grin when you felt him press a soft kiss to your lips. “Sirius just went into the water." He hummed and kissed you again, making you hum and separate once more. "You don't want to join him?”

“And leave you here all by yourself? What type of man do you think I am?” He thumbed your leg and felt for the rushing blood, ensuring there was a pule and that you were in fact real. It was a habit he was quick to have learned because of a full moon incident a year ago.

You shrug and rest your cheek on his shoulder instead, watching the gulls fly by and circle the food James was grilling. As he tried fighting them off with tongs, Lily and Dorcas began to draw sunscreen images on Marlene's back, not bothering to cover up their giggles.

“You don’t want to join the girls?” Remus tilted his head and scanned your side profile, following the contour of your face. He memorized every single bump and crease, gingerly tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear when you looked back over at him.

You raise a brow at his guilty smile and analyze his mannerism, rubbing the one bit of sunscreen into his cheek. "What?"

“You just wanna stay in the shade with me, don't you, dovey?" He brought his hand up and gently cupped your cheek, pulling you close enough so he could press a kiss to your temple.

“Of course, wherever you are, I follow.” You grin as a blush creeps up your neck, not realizing Sirius had gotten out of the water and rolled his eyes at how affectionate the both of you were being.

“You two are so gross." He covered his eyes before shaking his head like the dog he was — ridding himself of all the water he brought up with him.

You groaned when you got hit with the water, glaring at the long-haired boy. He stuck his tongue out at you which you retaliated with your middle finger. You swore that Sirius had a secret hatred for you since you began dating Remus over a year ago.

Sirius gasped at your gesture and put a hand on his chest, returning the finger. Remus rolled his eyes at the both of you and gave you a pointed look, making you cover it with your hand.

"Prongs, do something! The lady won't go down without a fight!" SIrius complained and popped a soda can out of the cooler, leaning against the railing of the boat.

“Mate, I don’t know what you want me to do.” James threw him a confused look and reached inside the cooler to hand Lily her own can. "Besides, I can't do much here."

“You could toss her over board." Sirius muttered loud enough for you to whip your head toward him and glare.

"You were being mean first!" You move to stand only to be pulled back down into your seat. From the corner of your eye, you saw Remus pursing his lips in thought, making you sigh. "Rem—"

“Sit.” He practically commanded, rolling his eyes once more when you crossed your arms and legs in annoyance. But when you noticed his quick wink, you realize what he was going to do.

You smiled slyly toward Sirius when he met your eyes again. The poor unsuspecting bloke. Sirius gave you an annoyed look and went to say something — probably insulting all women — when Remus pulled him aside.

Assuming Remus was going to hangout with him instead of you, Sirius stuck his tongue out before yelping in surprise as Remus pushed him off the boat. Your eyes widened with a smile, stretching your neck to see where Sirius was flailing. The three girls burst out into laughter at the predicament and quickly moved away from all the splashing water, grabbing a polaroid to take a picture before he could get out. James just shook his head in disbelief, clasping his arm around Sirius’ and helping him up.

Remus tossed a towel in Sirius' direction before sitting beside you again, kissing the side of your head like nothing happened. You gave him cheeky smile and laced your hand with his.

“What a gentleman.” You chide before letting out a noise of surprise at the feeling of his lips on yours, dropping your hand to lay flat on his chest.

“Some gentleman you are.” Sirius muttered as he dried himself off. When he realized Remus was staring back at him with an unimpressed look, he took a huge step back behind James and quickly apologized. “Kidding, I’m kidding.”

You send him another death glare before staring up at Remus with soft eyes as he thumbed your palm, a small smile taking over your face. "You know we're probably going to get pranked anytime soon, right?"

"As long as I spend quality time with you, I think I'll be fine. Besides, he won't try anything too bad." Remus tilted your head up with his index finger. "I'm a gentleman anyway."

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[despressoslatte]

not the zoey you wanted (two)

pairing: zach maclaren x female reader!

summary: you waited all weekend for your boyfriend, Zach, to call or text, anything, to explain why he had just went and ghosted you when you were supposed to go with him on a family ski trip to meet his parents, his sister Avery, and his cousin, Miles.

content warnings: angst; victims of catfishing; miscommunication trope

masterlist | < one

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Zach watched the girl on his driveway, drive away. The dumbfounded look didn’t leave his face as everyone stood there confused as to what the hell just happened.

“I knew it,” Miles muttered, looking over at Zoey from his spot on the porch. “You’re not Zach’s girlfriend.”

The accusation rang loudly in Zach’s ears, almost hurting his head as everyone’s heads snapped from Miles to Zoey. She stood there with a shocked look on her face, like a deer in headlights. Zach looked to the car that was turning off of his street now.

He whispered out, “Y/N…” He looked at Zoey, blinking a few time as his memories were slowly coming back. 

Zoey looked like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t.

“What are you talking about?” Zach asked his cousin, needing someone to put together the pieces of the puzzle because the pieces he kept trying to make fit wouldn’t connect.

“She’s not your girlfriend, dude,” Miles reiterated, pointing at Zoey with a shake of his head and an unbelievable scoff. “I thought when you introduced her to us… you just got a thing for Zoey’s.”

“Miles, honey, what are you talking about?” Connie asked, looking between the three college students with a look of bafflement splayed across her face.

Miles walked down off the porch, phone in hand, and jammed the screen towards Zach’s face. He was looking at a photo of his own Instagram page, full of photos of himself and the girl who just drove away nearly in tears.

Zach looked between the phone and Zoey, who stood there biting her lips as tears filled in her eyes.

“Look… I…” Zoey started to explain, and everything from the ski trip started to make sense. The signs Zach didn’t realize at first.

ᯓ⟢ THE SKI TRIP

Zach MacLaren was confused, to say the least. Ever since that car hit his bike and he went flying onto the pavement outside the bookstore, everything felt… weird, out of place almost. When the doctor had said that he was experiencing some form of short term memory loss from his concussion, all he could be was glad that was all that it was, and that Zoey was there with him. Though, that felt weird, too. Especially when he could’ve sworn he called her something other than Zoey and was confused why she was confused about the ski trip. 

Hadn’t he invited her to that, or is he forgetting about that, too? Sign one.

At dinner, Miles came through the side door that lead to the kitchen, and Zach watched the way he paused for a second when he saw Zoey standing in the kitchen with his mother and father. Zach just smiled, getting up from the couch and placing a hand on the small of her back.

“Miles, this is my girlfriend, Zoey,” Zach introduced them.

Miles’ eyebrows furrowed downwards, not that Zach knew why. Maybe he thought she was out of his league, which honestly, he felt like she kind of was. They shook hands and when Zoey walked away, Zach caught Miles pulling his phone out quickly, looking down at it and then back up to where Zoey had sat back down in the living room a couple of times. It was like he was comparing something, not that Zach knew what. 

He just figured after his amnesia concussion, he wouldn’t understand a lot of things for a while. 

“Why are they all named Zoey?” he heard Miles ask under his breath, and while that also confused Zach, he didn’t question it. Sign two.

At dinner, his mother, Connie, made the comment, “I thought your name was Y/N?”

Zach tilted his head to the side, confused where that name came from. It did sound familiar. Zach’s dad, Matt, reached for his wife’s hand.

“It’s her middle name, remember, honey?” Matt reminded Connie. “Zach told us her friends back home call her Zoey, but she goes by her first name at their university.”

Zach nodded slowly, as if being reminded of that conversation while his mother said, “Right!”

He looked at Zoey, seeing a small awkward smile on her face. So, her first name was Y/N… He remembered that… didn’t he?

“You guys can just call me Zoey like the people back home, though,” Zoey interjected sheepishly. “I’m still not fully… used… to being called… Y/N…” Sign three.

“Zoey it is,” Matt smiled in agreement.

“So, Zoey, how’s Zach doing in tutoring now?” Connie asked.

“Knowing Zach? Horribly,” Avery teased, earning a mocking “ha ha” from her older brother.

“Tutoring?” Zoey asked, confused as she ate the food on her plate.

Zach just smiled, putting an arm around the back of her chair. “See, my grade in English is so good that I don’t even need tutoring anymore,” he said proudly. “Not that she doesn’t still help me. But as girlfriend, not tutor.”

“Right, English,” Zoey laughed awkwardly, grabbing her water to chug from so she didn’t need to answer any other question she wouldn’t know the answer to. Sign four.

ᯓ⟢ THE MACLAREN HOUSE

“I’m just surprised Avery didn’t say anything either, since I’m sure she’s seen photos of Zoey on your page,” shrugged Miles as he put his phone back in his pocket.

Avery was waving her hands over her neck, as if to tell Miles to shut up.

“You have an Instagram young lady?” Connie shot her daughter a disapproving stare. “You know you are not allowed to have social media.” Then to Zach. “You know she isn’t allowed to have social media.”

“She doesn’t,” Zach shook his head at the change of topic. “I made her give me the password, changed the password, locked her out, and now she can’t use it at all.”

All eyes fell back onto Zoey after the short detour. She had already explained why she did what she did—at first, it was to not stress him out like the doctor requested. Then, it was selfishly to get closer to Miles. Zach felt a pit in his stomach knowing he was actually feeling some sort of connection to her before this, but now he just wanted to throw up.

God, the look on your face when you had walked away… You thought he… Well, technically he… Oh, god.

Zach really looked like he was about to be sick, his head throbbing as the photos of you and Zoey’s story started to job his memory.

“I cheated on my girlfriend…” he muttered under his breath, aching and hating himself. He glared at Zoey. “You made me cheat on my girlfriend,” he spoke louder, a scoff leaving his throat. “How could you do that to me? To her?”

He could barely hear her excuse over the thoughts racing in his head over how he was going to make this one up to you.

“You’re the girl from the bookstore who called me an idiot,” it dawned on Zach.

“No, no,” she shook her head. “It was the name of the book… You’re not an idiot, Zach. You’re so smart… and so sweet… and I didn’t expect to like you, but I… I felt like we really connected this weekend.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Zach said with raised shoulders, pointing out into oblivion for emphasis. “Whatever you felt for me this weekend, and whatever the hell connection I thought we had… none of that was real! Me… Me and Y/N… we were real… are real, if I can…”

If he can fix it.

“I’m sorry, I-I…” Zoey tried to find the words to explain.

“I… I need to get back.”

He had no classes on Mondays, but there was soccer practice later that evening. He planned to eat lunch at his parents’ before hitting the road, but now he needed to get back to you. God, his phone was broken, and you were going to spend the next two hours driving thinking he cheated on you.

He grabbed his luggage, looking at his parents for a second.

“I gotta go,” he said quickly.

“Good luck,” Avery called out after him as he got to his car, absentmindedly throwing his luggage into the backseat.

He needed to fix this. He needed you to know this was all a misunderstanding, a miscommunication really. That… that Zoey Miller was just a catfish who pretended to be you to a freaking amnesia patient. That he remembered clearly now.

It didn’t matter that his phone was broken when he got hit by that car. He knew the route back to your on-campus apartment like the back of his hand. He turned the radio on and just drove.

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[theemporium]

oscar w a feral!gf who fully believes that she could fight a kangaroo. idk, it's kind of a shit prompt but just a lil something

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don't know what the fuck this became but enjoy! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“You sure you’ve got her?”

“ I'll be fine.” 

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ve got—wait, baby, no—” 

You burst into a fit of giggles as you felt Oscar’s arms wind around your waist, pulling you back into his chest before you could get far. You leaned back into his embrace, tilting your head back until you were practically looking up at him upside down—a sight that only made you giggle even more.

Your friend raised her brows, looking at Oscar with a doubtful look. “Are you absolutely sure?” 

He gave her a tight-lipped smile as he held you up, but something in his chest eased a little at how concerned your friend was. It was reassuring, in some odd way. It was nice to know you had a good support group when he was half-way across the globe, wishing he was beside you. 

“I can handle her,” he said, almost sounding amused when you let out a scoff. 

“I don’t need help! I am so fine on my own,” you commented, attempting to step away from him to prove a point but the stumble in your legs had him clinging onto you. “I could, like, totally fight a kangaroo right now.”

Oscar pressed his lips together to bite back his smile. “A kangaroo?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded confidently before gasping, looking at your boyfriend with wide eyes. “Oh my god, you’re basically a kangaroo.” 

“Jesus, you drank a lot,” Oscar murmured as he waved your friend goodbye, watching her head back inside to the bar he had just driven to to pick you up before he began guiding you towards his car.

“I could fight you!” You said, sounding far too happy about the prospect of it. “I have a mean right hooker!”

“Hook,” he corrected with a fond smile. “Do you even know what that means?”

“Of course not,” you said before bursting into another fit of giggles, practically sinking back into his embrace and giving him your full body weight. 

To his credit, Oscar hardly even faltered. Instead, his arms remained locked around you as he practically carried you towards the passenger seat of his car. He continued to let you ramble away, knowing that at some point you would tire yourself out and the sleepier side of your drunk self would come out. 

“Do I annoy you?” 

Oscar’s head snapped around to you so quickly, it was almost comical. Luckily, the car had been parked at a red light, but that didn’t stop the uncomfortable twist in his stomach when the question passed your lips.

“What?” He frowned as he watched you lazily blink at him, almost as though you were waiting for him to say yes. “Baby, I—” He paused, shaking his head. “No, of course not.”

“Okay,” you said, giving him a small smile. “I don’t think you’re annoying either.”

But the light-hearted teasing didn’t shift his attention away from the heavy question. “Why would you ever think you annoyed me?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, unable to fight the yawn leaving your lips as you leaned further back in your seat once the lights went green and Oscar began driving again. “Just heard some people mentioning something.”

Oscar frowned. “Who?” 

But you just shrugged again.

And maybe somewhere in your drunk and fuzzy brain, you knew not only would it be embarrassing to say out loud, but also that Oscar would be upset by it. He didn’t get angry, not when it came to himself. He was fairly laid-back, he let things mostly wash over him before moving on with his life. 

But when it came to the people he loved? When it came to you? It was a whole different story.

You knew that it would upset him that somebody upset you, that their words affected you enough to play on your insecurities and doubts. It would upset him to hear someone bashing you in such a cowardly way, mocking the way you acted and how loud your personality was. It would upset him to hear the way they thought you were too much for him, not good enough for him. 

People like you weren’t right for people like Oscar. 

“Baby,” he said in a soft voice after you had fallen quiet. He watched as you blinked, glancing around and seeming to realise you were now parked outside his place. “Look at me.” 

You turned your head, your eyes meeting his and something eased in your chest. 

He reached towards you, his hand engulfing your cheek as you leaned into his touch. He watched you for a moment before leaning over the console, pressing a soft and chaste kiss on your lips before he spoke. “I don’t know what happened but you could never annoy me.”

You blinked, your hand reaching out to hold his wrist like you were scared he would pull away. “Promise?” 

“Promise,” he said with a nod before smiling at you, that full lip smile that made your heart stutter a little. “C’mon now, need to get my pretty girl ready for bed.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes even if the idea of your boyfriend doting over you warmed your heart. “M’tired,” you grumbled as you watched Oscar reach for the door. “Let’s just go to bed.”

“Nuh uh, gotta take your makeup off, baby,” he said with a shake of his head, smiling a little when you let out a whine. “I promise I’ll do all the work.”

Your smile brightened. “Have I mentioned that I love you?” 

“Yeah, once or twice,” he grinned back at you. “I love you too.”

“Of course you do.” 

Oscar sighed. “Had to ruin the moment, didn’t you?”

“Just pointing out the facts, my kangaroo boy.”

His nose scrunched up. “Please do not let that become a thing.”

You could only laugh in response.

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[pitchsidestories]

met someone II Lena Oberdorf x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1452

a/n: dear readers, the poll chose Lena Oberdorf for this oneshot, we hope you're enjoying it. 💖💖

“Lena?”, Lea sounded surprised.

“Lea, this bar sucks!”, the dark-haired woman yelled into her phone

“But that’s there all the hot lesbians are according to Georgia.”, the blonde frowned.

“Georgia is wrong. The thing is full of straight women.”, she observed with growing frustration as a group of them was laughing hysterically about a joke one of the girls had made.

“Wait, but it’s a gay bar are they all celebrating their bachelorette parties?”, the forward asked confused.

“I don’t care what they do here but they’re all here. I think I’ll go home.”, Lena replied grumpily.

To lighten up her best friend’s terrible mood the blonde suggested. “Tomorrow at my place? I’ll cook a lot of hot chocolate and then we’ll watch a stupid romcom?”

“Didn’t you do that today already?”, the brunette teased the older player.

“Uhmm.”, Lea responded awkwardly.

“I know you.”, Lena stated chuckling.

“Well, I can do it two times in a row if you don’t tell our coach.”, she answered sheepishly.

“Okay, I won’t tell him if you don’t tell him that I’m out at a bar.”, the younger footballer offered grinning.

“We’ve a deal. See you tomorrow night!”, Lea chirmed.

“Bye.”, the brunette ended the phone call. Her dark eyes wandering one last time through her surroundings. The bar had its charm, she could admit that. It had a fading elegance to it like an old diva where you could tell that the woman once was a great beauty, something with a lot of history.

The barkeeper had mentioned to her that back in the 1980s Freddie Mercury was a reoccurring guest. Probably it was a bit more colourful back in the day.

For a second Lena tried to imagine how it would’ve looked like when the British rockstar was still alive but when her eyes locked with yours and all she could think about was you. Why hasn’t the football player noticed you before?

“Uhmm hi.”, the brunette greeted you nervously.

“Hey.”, you bit your lip.

“I’m Lena.”, the stranger introduced herself. Her smile was infectious, it immediately calmed you and made you feel less awkward than you’d usually feel in front of a person you just met.

You told her your name and when added. “You’re alone here too?  There’s a lot of groups tonight?”

Lonely hearts recognized each other you thought to yourself. Especially in a crowded room where people who came alone were rare.

“Yeah, I was about to go home. But then I saw you and I thought.. I could at least try and shoot my shot.”, Lena winked.

“That’s funny because I was about to leave too until I saw you.”, you confessed without hesitation in your voice.

A smile spread across Lenas face: “Oh really? Looks like this was meant to be.“

You chuckled in response, teasing her: “Are you a romantic, Lena?”

“Not really.“, she shook her head, her smile unwavering.

“So you don’t believe in love at the first sight?”, you asked.

She tilted her head slightly: “I believe in attraction at the first sight.“

You could barely tear your eyes away from that smirk, confident and cool.

“Me too.“

Lena pointed back towards the entrance of the bar and suggested: “Maybe we should stay for another drink?”

You nodded quickly: “Yes.“

Unsurprisingly, the bar was still crowded when the two of you went back inside. Lena led you right towards the counter to two empty bar stools. She had already ordered drinks while you sat down.

“Come on, it’s on me.“, she grinned as she pushed one of the glasses towards you.

You smiled politely at her: “Thank you.“

“You’re welcome.“

You sipped on your drink. Despite its dangerously clear look, you could barely taste the alcohol.

“So, what got you here tonight?”, you asked.

“I moved here a couple of months ago. I guess I’m just looking for someone…“, Lena admitted willingly.

It was more than understandable.

“A big city like Munich can get lonely…“, you mused, absentmindedly swirling the liquid in your glass.

Observing you, she raised an eyebrow: “Speaking from experience?”

“I do…“, you replied but quickly frowned at yourself. That sounded all wrong, you weren’t lonely. “I mean I love my friends…“

“But a romantic relationship is different. I get that.“, Lena completed your thought.

You paused for a moment, not because her interruption felt invasive, but because you felt an immediate connection.

“It is.“

“I feel the same way about that.“, Lena agreed.

You lifted your glass and clinked it against hers: “Cheers to the Lonely Hearts Club.“

Lena laughed: “Who knows. Maybe we’re at the right place at the right time and won’t be part of that club for much longer.“

Your heart skipped a beat, swelling with hope that this could be more than just a last-minute flirt at a bar but your forced it to calm down.

“Do you want to go for a walk after this?”, you asked, once your heart had started pumping blood to your brain again.

Lena checked the clock on her phone and nodded: “Sure.“

“Perfect.“

Both of your glasses emptied quickly.

“Ready to leave?”

“Yes, I’m ready.“, you said as you got up.

“Let’s go.“

Lena followed you outside where you both were met with the chilly breeze of the late night.

Side by side, you started walking against the cold. Streetlights illuminated the sidewalk just enough. You watched the shadows dance across Lenas face as you walked to nowhere in particular.

“Do you like living in the city so far?”

“I do. I expected the move to be harder but.. I like it.”, she admitted. You could tell that the young woman meant it. Immediately you asked yourself where Lena had lived before. Possibly somewhere smaller and calmer.

The brunette glanced at you with curiosity. “What about you? Have you lived here for a long time?”

“Yes, I moved here for university. It felt very freeing.”, a shy smile played on your lips as you spoke.

“I can see that.”, she observed in a friendly tone.

“In Munich you can be yourself.”, you added meaningfully.

A moment of realization hit the dark-haired woman unexpectedly. “You came out here, huh?”, Lena recognized.

“I did.”, you nodded. Pictures of the past were flashing behind your eyes. The small Bavarian village you grew up in, the catholic church being the centre of everyday life and gay people were basically non-existent. When you came to Munich it felt like you were able to breathe normally for the first time in forever.

“I think I understand why this city means so much to you.”, the brunette replied.

“You were out before moving?”, you asked her although it was more an observation than a question.

“Yes, for a while. I’m a football player so everyone is very open about it.”, Lena explained blushing.

“Ah a football player.”, you smiled at her mildly.

“Oh. You don’t sound impressed.”, she stated sounding almost a bit disappointed. But from the inside the midfielder felt relived too as sometimes the only thing women found interesting about her was her job.

The Lena off the pitch didn’t interest them at all, the one who loved her friends and family fearlessly, who liked to have fun, party a little and who wanted to take care of a dog again, but knew she wouldn’t have enough time without a partner to help her.

“No, I was just wondering why your arms are so impressive.”, you countered grinning, your fingers intertwined as you kept walking.

“You’re impressed by my arms? You should see my thighs.”, she smirked.

“Can’t see them through those trousers.”, you continued the banter making the woman you felt attracted to break into a warm and loud laughter.

“Sorry that joke went a bit far for a first meeting.”, Lena biting her full lips apologetically.

“A little but I’m already liking what I can see.”, you responded truthfully.

“Oh, you do?”, the football player raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, too much honesty?”, you chuckled.

“No, I like honesty.”, she replied earnestly.

“Same. So, what if I’d like to see you again?”, you questioned bravely, your heart pounding hard against your chest.

“How about tomorrow?” That ask sounded like music to both of your ears. Like this night might came to an end but it was only the beginning for you two.

The following day Lea exclaimed surprised. “Wait, you’re bringing a plus one to our movie night?!”

“Either that or I have to cancel. And you won’t forgive me for that.”, Lena said smiling.

“Okay, you can bring her.”, the striker sighed dramatically.

“You won’t regret it.”, the brunette promised wholeheartedly. Lena got butterflies in her stomach as she thought about you.

[mind-intheclouds342]

You'll never change - Jimmy x Reader

Warning: Dark content.

You were simply sitting with the others, listening to them argue and blame Curly for the news he had shared, about how everyone was going to get their pay at the end of the deliver and then they were just going to be fired.

But it was obvious who was playing with fire in this whole situation.

You stood up to walk towards him, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform and slapped him, the sound echoing in the room, making everyone turn to look at them in silence.

"The captain is having the decency to tell us what he knows so that we can prepare when we return. Why do you want to turn everyone against him, Jimmy?"

Jimmy: "He has no problems! He has his life all figured out! He's saying it because he feels sorry for us, he knows very well that we don't have backup plans!"

He started to complain and rub his cheek, which was red from the slap.

You turned to look at Curly while you took the man's neck to bury his face against your body and silence him, wrapping your arms around his head.

"I'm really sorry about the scene Jimmy is making, do I have permission to take him away to calm him down?"

Curly: "...Go ahead..."

He murmured, surprised by your actions, and everyone watched as you dragged him along, your hand pulling a good chunk of his hair to make him walk with you.

Jimmy: "Hey-! Hey, let me go right now! What was all that? Are you trying to make me look bad?!

You slammed him against one of the walls in the hallway and cornered him with your arms, looking him in the eyes with seriousness.

"You're like a little child, did you know that? You cry and throw a tantrum when you don't like something, you start screaming because you want attention, and if someone has a toy you wanted, you try to take it from them by any means possible."

Jimmy: "And what do you know about m-?"

He was interrupted when you pressed your lips against his, even clashing your teeth against his in the desperate kiss you were giving him, hoping that for once and for all he would decide to be quiet.

At first, he tried to resist, but little by little he gave in, his hands starting to roam your body, making you cling to him even more, to the point where he began to squeeze and massage your butt.

In that instant, you pulled away, turning your face when you noticed he tried to kiss you again.

"You are a twsited one, did you know that? There's no way to fix you."

You took his face in your hands, he looked at you with vulnerable eyes, wanting you to give him your full attention, the first time someone had given him something without having to snatch it from his hands.

"Such a bastard, trying to take advantage of our poor nurse. Were you surprised when you went to her room and I was with her? I knew there was something wrong with the drink you had so 'kindly' prepared for her..."

Jimmy: "You say it as if I had tried to kill her... I wasn't going to do anything bad to her."

"Ugh, you're disgusting, you really can't be helped, huh?"

You held his face firmly while he kept trying to kiss you.

You tilted your head and smiled when you had an idea.

"I have a wonderful idea for you, let's go to my bedroom."

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt again to take him with you.

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Curly: Ah- (Y/n), I need to ask you something. I've heard some strange noises coming from your room... They sound human."

"Oh yes- I'm sorry for not letting you know before, you were so busy that I didn't want to bother you... Jimmy had a little accident and hurt his leg, I'm taking care of him so you don't have to worry."

You smiled at him. 

Curly: "Thats why those sounds are heard from your room? Why isn't he in the nursery?"

"He felt more comfortable with me... Don't worry, he's really fine."

You insisted, but in his gaze, you could tell he wasn't completely convinced by your words; still, he didn't ask any more questions, as he had no reason not to trust what you were saying. 

You kept your smile until you were out of their sight, at that moment your smile faded, and you quickly walked to your room. 

"Hey Jimmy~" 

You sat on your bed, watching the man lying on it. 

Tied to the bed by each of his limbs, without his uniform, only in his underwear, gagged and blindfolded, you could barely hear his ragged breathing when he heard you arrive. 

"Shh shh... I'm here, did you miss me, puppy?"

You mentioned removing the gag to leave a kiss on his lips. 

"Do you know what I've found out? You've been screaming a lot... Why? You have no reason to do that, we're just spending time together."

Jimmy: "Please... Let me go... I want to touch you..."

His hands pulled the straps that held his wrists, making a loud sound against the headboard of the bed. 

"One hand"

You mentioned releasing one of his hands, which immediately moved to your waist to keep you close. 

"You have to behave when I'm not around, you can't cry just because I left, I have work to do. I had to make up that you had hurt your leg..." 

You ran your hand over his thigh, making him shiver, while he tried to pull your uniform aside to touch your chest. 

"I feel bad lying to the captain... So... You're not going to make me look like a liar, are you, Jimmy?"

You leaned over him, while you saw him nod repeatedly.

You searched for some pills in your pocket and brought them to your mouth. 

You took a mirror that was on your nightstand and broke it, causing the man to jump startled upon hearing the sound. 

"Shh... It will only be a second, okay?"

You placed your free hand on his cheek to calm him, while your lips rested on his to drown the scream he let out when you drove the piece of glass into his thigh, sinking it as deep as possible. 

In the kiss, you pushed the pills you had previously taken with your tongue to the back of your throat, forcing him to swallow them. 

"Shh... They are painkillers, okay? I'll bring some things from the nursery and everything will be fine... If you go outside and Curly see you hopping with a bad leg he will believe me complety"

You caressed his hair and removed the bandage, seeing her eyes all tearing up.

"You know I have to do this for the sake of others, you are a danger on this ship... But you've been a good boy, do you want a reward?"

Jimmy: "I want to see you..."

"Of course"

You smiled at him to take off the top part of your uniform, you could hear his breath quicken as he saw your bra and how you unfastened it to let him see. 

You touched his leg, seeing the swelling of the wound and how much he was bleeding, but you were focused on your nudity, and lost in the quick effect of the painkiller. 

"You brought all this on yourself... If you had been quiet... If you weren't such a piece of shit... This is to let you know that there are people worse than you."

He wasn't even paying attention to your words, they didn't matter to him, because anyway, that wouldn't make him change.

[vervainandspritz]

JUST ANOTHER OF YOUR MISTAKES

Thomas Shelby x Reader

It's a little addition to the three part fic! A little closure for people who needed it!

Warnings: swearing, fluff, comfort

A/N: that's it guys, they're gonna be happy I promise

~~

If someone asked, Y/N wouldn't be able to pinpoint the moment when she started feeling like home in the Arrow house. The realisation at first made her… fearful almost, as she knew how comfortable the boys became with the house. With Tommy. They’ve spent nearly a year here since the ongoing threats from the Changrettas. Could she take these young boys away from what they’ve known? Before, Y/N was doing her very best to focus on day to day life, back when her relationship with Thomas was very difficult and… barely there. Now, on the other hand, things looked different and day by day he kept proving to her that he deserved to be a father to Nick and Tommy.

Functioning around and with Thomas grew on her more than she'd like to admit. Subconsciously, she memorised his work schedule to make sure he had something warm to eat after coming home. Whenever she wouldn't know how to handle an issue, she would come to him instinctually. No matter whether it was a serious matter, or a stubborn lid on a jar she couldn't open.

Basically, they lived like a family. Neither of them expected the shift in the air that would happen after realising that… they weren't forced to live together anymore. The threat was gone, and so was the excuse for living together despite their uncertain situation. It was easier to brush it away, having an excuse other than… the want to stay. Thomas didn't dare to touch this topic, maybe fearing he'd give her an idea to leave.

So they both pretended like the matter didn't exist.

Y/N thought about it while she scrambled around the room, looking for Nick's pants in the midst of chaos as Tommy ran around fully dressed.

”Bloody hell” She mumbled, moving around in her nightgown, not prepared at all. Guests would start arriving in about forty minutes so she had to be quick.

“There!” She exclaimed happily, pulling out the small piece of clothing from their wardrobe as she grabbed the boy to put it on. A satisfied smile appeared on her lips as she took in their appearance. Their white shirts contrasted with the dark blue suit pants and suspenders which ensured that, well… their pants would stay where they're supposed to.

As she moved towards her vanity, Y/N looked at her face to check whether her makeup that she put on while her boys were taking a nap still looked neat, letting out a sigh of relief as it was all fine. In the corner of her eye, she noticed Tommy wearing only his right shoe, running towards the door while holding the other in his hand.

”Thomas!” She yelled after him, using his full name for a better effect, which… clearly didn't work, as the boy ran out of the room.

Without a second thought, Y/N rushed after him, immediately fearing that he'd fall down the stairs.

She repeated his name, falling out of the room at high speed, and before she could react, she stumbled upon the one person she didn't expect to stand there, Thomas. He stood there, cocking an eyebrow at the way she looked with her hair up, body covered by the thin fabric.

“Got places to be?” He asked with a head tilt and grin on his lips, causing Y/N’s cheeks to turn bright pink at the way he looked at her.

“No, I–I was dressing up and he.. bolted out of the room.” Y/N couldn't hold in the giggle, seeing Tommy clutching his father's hand and still holding the other shoe, looking proud of himself as ever.

Thomas watched her carefully, secretly loving the way she scrunched up her nose while laughing.

“Don't look at me like that, Shelby. It's your fault.” She pointed out, raising her eyebrows as she put her hand on her hips, causing him to eye her once again before indulging in the banter.

“How so?” He chuckled, still standing really close, and without any intention of moving.

“First off, you went to get ready first and left me with BOTH of them,” she pointed out, counting on her fingers for a dramatic effect. “...and he's a troublemaker because of you. Like father like son,” She added with mischief, causing him to shake his head with a smile.

“Well,” He started before glancing down, “I am in fact wearing both of my shoes, he probably got it from you.” Thomas pointed towards her bare feet, making her blush more fiercely. “And haven’t you always bragged to me about how well you’ve learned to multitask?” he added.

Y/N rolled her eyes at his words, secretly enjoying the exchange.

“I have,” She responded confidently, taking a step forward to reach for the shoe little Tommy was holding, unconsciously closing up some proximity between them. As she straightened her back, she was mere inches from the man's face, gasping as he leaned closer.

“Is that right?” He said with a cocked eyebrow, seeing the way she reacted to being so close to him..

“Mhm” She nodded, trying to hide away how flustered she suddenly felt. Thomas looked at her lips for a second, before smiling and clearing his throat.

He reached a hand out to her face to lightly brush her hair back into place, causing Y/N to involuntarily let out a quiet sigh.

“I’ll have to test it at some point,” He responded in a voice a little too husky to take it as completely innocent, yet nothing bold. It delicately danced on the line she firmly set between them after moving in.

Y/N’s pupils dilated, playfully scoffing at his words, yet unable to find anything smart as an answer. It wasn't often for her to run out of things to say, but it was one of these rare moments, which clearly amused him.

A peal of laughter interrupted the moment, bursting the bubble of tension which seemed to be surrounding them throughout the whole encounter.

Thomas glanced at the small carbon copy of himself, suddenly remembering they weren't alone.

“What's so funny, little man, eh?” He asked in a softer voice, the one he was using purely with their boys.

Without an audible answer, little Tommy's hand shot up, his chubby little finger pointing towards the room.

Looking back, Y/N suddenly froze at the sight in front of them.

The briefly unsupervised Nick had climbed onto the vanity chair and applied a nice thick layer of “crimson passion” lipstick to his nose and forehead.

“As of right now, that's your son” Y/N sighed with a glimmer of humour in her eyes.

Even though it was a joke in this instance, hearing her calling the boys theirs or his always melted his heart. Back when he first discovered their existence, he wasn’t sure Y/N would ever acknowledge his role in front of them.

With a shake of his head, Thomas took a step forward, to her surprise leaning down as he kissed her temple before moving past them.

“I'll take care of them, you go get dressed. Polly and Ada will arrive in less than half an hour.”

***

The small amount of powder on Y/N’s face was the only reason why her cheeks weren't pink as she walked downstairs, catching everyone's eye. She looked radiant wearing her blue evening dress combined with the pearls adorning her neck.

Thomas stood back, watching and he couldn't help but feel almost giddy at how pretty she looked. As everyone greeted her, they moved to the dining room, still chatting, as maids slowly brought out the food and drinks. The atmosphere around the house was much lighter since the threat wasn't hanging above them like a dark cloud anymore. Ada took the opportunity to talk to Y/N about the kids, gushing over their resemblance to her brother.

Arthur and Linda arrived a little later, explaining the delay as their kids had been more fussy than usual.

Y/N listened closely as Polly talked away, trying not to get distracted by Tommy's hand on her lower back whenever she was within his reach, which was quite difficult.

Soon enough he asked the maids to look over the children, giving Y/N a wink before he and his brothers moved to the office, having to look over one of the contracts.

The women were sitting in the living room drinking and gossiping when the conversation turned toward the whole Changretta affair.

“Y/N, you must give me your new address once you and the boys move out,” Linda said with a knowing smile. “Because you're planning on moving out, right?” The straightforwardness of her allusions made the chatter die down, stirring up an awkward atmosphere.

Polly and Ada exchanged awkward glances as the entire mood of the room shifted.

“I'm sure Y/N will let you know about any changes should they occur” Polly replied with a warning tone.

“Should they occur? I don't understand. I thought she only lived here for protection, not to live in sin,” said Linda, glancing around their faces as she raised her eyebrows in surprise. Linda was always bold with her words, but

“I think you've said enough, Linda” Ada coldly said as she glared daggers at her sister-in-law. Y/N rubbed her hands against her lap, looking around nervously. Finishing up her tea, she got up from the couch, thanking them for coming.

“It's about time for my boys to get ready for bed. I think I should go check on them and Frances. Please excuse me” Y/N said with a growing blush of embarrassment and fury on her face. Polly saw how nervous this exchange made her, so didn't dare to try and stop her, instead glaring eloquently at the blonde woman.

Being just around the corner, Y/N overheard the last few sentences.

“What?” Linda asked with a huff, “These were her words at the beginning, don't you remember? Plus they're not even Shelby's technically.” She offered with annoyance, lighting a cigarette and inhaling the smoke as the older woman got up angrily, pointing towards her face.

Y/N walked away before Polly's heated response came to her ears, scooping up Tommy and grabbing little Nick by the hand, as he rubbed his eyes with his fist.

“Let's get you two to bed, hmm?” She said in her softer voice, feeling Tommy nodding against the crook of her neck.

“Noooo” Nick replied in a sleepy voice, watching his steps intently with half lidded eyes, as to not trip over any stairs. Y/N just smiled under her breath, his stubbornness reminding her so much of his father.

After changing them into pyjamas, she managed to put them both to bed despite some fussing from Nick, as expected. She couldn't help but spend a few minutes watching them sleep so peacefully, feeling relief that they were both happy and content.

Standing up from the bed, Y/N froze for a second, only then noticing Thomas standing in the doorway, watching over them calmly.

“What happened?” He asked begrudgingly as soon as the door behind them closed, his eyes scanning her face in search of truth. Y/N didn't meet his gaze, looking ahead as she hugged herself lightly.

“Nothing happened, it was a nice evening” she replied in a tone that didn't even sound convincing to herself.

“It's still early, they're all downstairs.” He pointed out, raising his brows, fully knowing she wasn't being truthful.

“Boys were sleepy,” She pointed out, finally looking at him. He blinked a couple times, before narrowing his eyes.

“Alright,” he eventually said, “They're asleep, so let's join everyone downstairs then” his voice suggested a challenge in his tone, as he tried to get her to… start talking. Y/N sighed with annoyance at his digging, knowing damn well how stubborn he was.

“No, I just–” she stopped, pulling back ”I don't feel good–” Y/N offered but Tommy cut her off,

“It's what she said, isn't it?” His voice was rougher, eyes carefully studying her expression, which was enough to know the answer. “Polly told me,” Immediately added to the question she had written all over her face.

Letting out a sigh, Y/N looked towards the stairs, hearing fairly loud voices from downstairs, making it all the difficult to process her feelings. His eyes followed hers, sensing the anxiety she was feeling. He knew her too well.

“Let's not talk about it here, come on” Thomas said finally, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards his bedroom. Y/N let him lead her, quietly shutting the door behind as he walked further into the room. She crossed her arms, looking in his direction.

“She's not wrong,” Hardened expression and weak voice were giving away her mixed feelings on the matter, but Tommy let her speak. “I should–should find an apartment somewhere, and go back to work… We're not in danger anymore. We should go.”

Her words created some serious chaos in his head, as he watched her face for a longer minute. Eyes frantically grazing over her expression, unsure whether she was serious. Turning around, Thomas let his gaze drop to the floor as he came up to the window, searching for answers to the questions that weren't even asked.

Not directly. Again this fucking uncertainty, he thought, tired of dancing around the situation they didn't address for so long. The realisation dawned on him, as he felt the real threat of losing them. Of losing her again.

Facing her again, Thomas looked her in the eyes boldly, taking a step forward.

“Did I cause that? Have I don't something wrong that makes you want to leave?” His voice steady, demanding a direct answer. “Tell me what's missing and I'll fix it.”

Y/N groaned with frustration, stepping closer to the wardrobe, creating some distance between them that she do desperately needed to think clearly.

“No, Tommy, it's not that— fuck” she cut herself off with a sigh, looking for the right words. “You didn't do anything wrong, it's just… just not—”

“I don't want you to go.” He said suddenly, cutting her off as she fell silent, looking at him with wide eyes. “I can't stand the thought of losing you again, and.. and this” He pointed towards the door, referring to the situation that took place downstairs. “Should have never happened in the first place. I can't stand this fucking distance. Knowing I can't touch you, that i–i can't kiss you despite having you right here.” His voice grew rougher with simmering anger, directed to nobody but himself. “Having you sleep in another room even though your fucking place is by my side.” He took a step forward, looking in her eyes with emotions swirling in his mind. “Knowing that I have no right to keep you here, and.. and after what i did, I will never deserve you.” He said quieter, reaching for her cheek “But I'm selfish, and I can't let you go when you're standing right here, Y/N. I'm tired of hiding how crazy I am about you.” Tommy's eyes were fixed on her lips, as he licked his own, feeling the sudden dryness in his throat. “But uncertainty is the worst, so… so tell me. I need to know—”

This time, Y/N pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes. Her hand gripping onto his vest, feeling his heart thumping beneath her hand. Kissing him slowly, without any rush, as his words rang in her ears.

“Please” He said weakly as she finally pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. Y/N’s hand combed through his hair, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body.

“Please, don't break my heart, Tommy.” She whispered, feeling the weight easing off of her chest. “Because I won't survive being punished for loving you again.”

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[sold2vlaykz]

AI-uploaded.

Prompt:Tesla has officially made robots the new thing! Everyone has one, what happens when you get your very own?

You’ve never enjoyed the idea of robots taking over the world, or humans already having control of it.

You didn’t understand why war or anything happened why couldn’t we all just make out or chill, something jeez.

Though you needed some extra help around the place, sure you didn’t like the thought of someone or something you didn’t know being around your house and handling things.

But you couldn’t clean, take care of your animals, and work too.

So you bought one, a Tesla fucking robot. You remember them advertising the blank faced thing on tv.

Making it more ‘acceptable’ by giving it a voice.

Though the damn things still had words on its face, so they’d be accessible for deaf people even going as far to teach them sign language.

Some have moveable braille. They come in colors, brown, pink, yellow, anything you could think of.

Now it’s not that you were excited, happy or even relieved. You thought of it as a burden because now you’d have to go to a Tesla socket and plug the damn thing up.

You already brought the damn robot there’s no way you would buy the charger too.

Did it look like you had thousands of dollars laying around?

No.

You only brought this so you could get some sleep and not hear your dog crying all the damn time.

So here you were, jaw to the floor as another robot carried the thousand pound box to your living room. A man in the car reading what looked like mail.

The robot walked out of your house, making small talk as it left.

The robot came full pieced, all you had to do was power it on.

It was just like a cellphone almost, it came charged.

It took the strength of every bone in your body to stand the damn thing up straight, your hands wondered on the shiny thing trying to find the damn button.

“Hello?”

A voice spoke, you jumped back. The thing was on, you didn’t even know what you pressed.

“How did you umm, turn on?”

You stuttered over your words as if examined itself, twisting its hands in front of where eyes should be.

“Eye recognition.”

You gasped, you remember when Apple did its eye thing but who knew they partnered with Elon musk?

It muttered your name before tilting its head up to you.

“What shall I do as your service?”

You coughed clearing your throat, feeling uneasy because it was harder to read this stoic thing than a human.

“Just feed my pets, keep the house clean. Easy job. When you’re done you can do whatever.”

It nodded before scanning the house, its head doing a weird observing tilt.

“Where are these ‘pets.’ Currently and what are they?” There was a weird pause between you two.

“They’re outside, let them in-in two hours, let them out every four. They’re dogs.”

It hummed before nodding its head

Immediately going to do what it was told to.

“You don’t have to now, I’ve already done everything. Just do it when I can’t.”

It froze in place a beep sound coming from it, it face had some weird dots on it coming in connecting circles with the words on the bottom ‘loading.’

“Then what was the point of my purchase if I am to just do what you didn’t manage to do, but usually do?”

You shrugged your shoulders, before passing it the remote.

“Here’s some TV, try not to fuck your mind.”

Another boop, and another loading screen.

“Fuck my mind, I assume you are trying to metaphorically tell me not to mess up my mind the same way others use the term fucked up.”

You paused, you held your laughter in your throat.

“Uh yeah, sure dude.”

You jogged upstairs leaving the vessel of wires on your couch clicking through the feed.

You went to get ready for work, you had already took a shower earlier that day so all you had to do was get your clothes and necessities.

You grabbed your purse and began scattering through your dresser drawer, you sighed and realized that finding your keys would’ve been a hassle.

So you moved on and decided you’d do that last.

You put on your work clothes, the uncomfortable texture made you feel cold, you grabbed some shoes, something dirty, or fucked up so you didn’t have to mess up anything else.

You grabbed your purse and threw your phone inside, you jogged down the stairs only to see the robot gone.

“Uh, robot?”

You heard nothing, no response. The horn outside repeatedly beeping made the suspense worse.

You walked into the kitchen only to see the robot sitting near the counter pressing the button on the keys.

“God you found it!”

You jogged up to him or it and snatched the keys. It sensed your annoyance.

“I am sorry, I suppose I got distracted.”

You cut him some slack, you knew what it was like to get distracted when you had things to do. But a robot? What good was it if it couldn’t do what it was designed for?

“Listen, just watch after the house. It’s fine, I’ll see you in 12.”

You headed out the door, and went towards your car. A twelve hour shift was practically voluntary slavery.

—————

You sighed, home sweet home.

Your back muscles were tensed, body sore snd feet cramped. You groaned as you stepped out the car, picking up your purse was another burden because of the weight it held.

You didn’t feel like rummaging for your key.

Never thought you’d say it but thank fucking God for Elon musk.

You dragged your limp body up the steps before three harsh knocks. A deeper voice answering you.

“Hello, who is it?”

“Your owner.”

You responded, he recognized your voice and opened the door immediately.

“Good morning, how was your day-”

You walked passed him, throwing your purse to the ground nor caring about your phone.

You didn’t even bother to take off your shoes on the freshly cleaned carpet floor.

You noticed your two dogs sleep in the dog bed with their bowls full near them and that’s all you needed. Though there had been a little piece of metal in its mouth,

Normally anyone else would’ve been concerned but your dogs had a weird kink for biting its cage apart.

You let out a hefty sigh and closed your eyes before telling the robot to lock the door.

————

Your eyes fluttered open by the sound of clashing, you immediately took a look to your left, your dogs were sound asleep.

You stood up, knowing that the damn robot had got itself into something or stuck.

Though when you stood you couldn’t help but notice your shoes off and your purse gone.

Did the damn thing rob you?

“Hello?”

You called it before hearing the now famous loading boop.

“Up here.”

Its voice had been blank, as if it simply fell and understood it couldn’t get up.

You walked up the stairs a little nervous if you had to be honest, you didn’t know what you were to see.

You pushed your door open before seeing the robot on the ground its left hand covering its right forearm.

Electricity seemed to be buzzing from it, anyone could tell it was injured.

“What the hell happened?”

You yelled, loading screen once again.

“I went to let your animals in and they attacked me, I suppose they feared I was an intruder and tried to protect the home.”

You gasped before kneeling to its side before wondering one thing.

“How’d you manage to get away?”

You had to ask, you had two, two hundred forty-pound dogs.

“When it bit me I climbed up the rails into your room.”

The thought of the robot clinging to your walls like Spider-Man unnerved you but God you couldn’t let your thousand dollar investment go to waste.

“How much is it going to cost to fix you?”

You asked, a sigh leaving your lips.

“ a few thousands of dollars, though I wouldn’t mind waiting.”

You sighed before grabbing some cloth and wrapping its arm tightly so no bolts or wires would fall out of its joints.

“You’re laying in my bed.”

The robot let out an audible gasp,

“I wouldn’t want to burden you-”

You ignored what it said and repeated yourself before helping it into the bed.

You sighed.

“I should’ve just stayed home, but thank you for helping me.”

The robots head turned to you in a creepy way, unsettling and you knew it was something you’d have to get used too.

“No need to thank me- Battery low. - That’s what I’m here for.”

You sighed knowing you’d had to drive to a charger tomorrow and work extra hard to get it fixed and pay for the bills and your animals.

“Goodnight- Power off-”

You sighed before nuzzling into the covers.

“Goodnight. Robot.”

[kentobb]

⊹₊⟡⋆ The Bet ⊹₊⟡⋆

Ryomen Sukuna x Female Reader x Gojo Satoru

⊹₊⟡⋆Masterlist ⊹₊⟡⋆

Warnings: Suggestive Content +18

Chapter 07

You walk into your dorm, shutting the door softly behind you. The room is quiet, save for the faint rustling of papers. As you set your keys on the desk, your eyes fall on Shoko, lounging on her bed with a book in her lap. She looks up at you, her gaze sharp and curious, a knowing smirk already forming on her lips.

“You’re back later than I thought,” she says casually, though her tone suggests she’s fishing for information. “Where were you?”

You pause for a moment, contemplating how much to say, but her expectant stare makes you feel like you’re under a spotlight. “I, uh… I went to see Gojo,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Shoko’s smirk deepens as she sits up, closing her book. “Gojo?” she repeats, dragging out his name like she’s savoring the sound of it. “Interesting. And what, pray tell, were you doing with Gojo?”

You feel your cheeks grow warm as you try to brush it off. “Nothing much. I just wanted to thank him… you know, for helping me.”

Her eyes gleam with mischief, and she tilts her head. “Oh, just to thank him?” she asks, clearly not buying it.

You shift uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze. “Yes. That’s all it was,” you insist, though the memory of the almost-kiss flashes in your mind.

Shoko isn’t one to be deterred. “You’re blushing,” she points out with a grin. “Something else definitely happened. Come on, spill.”

You groan softly, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know, okay? I think…” You hesitate, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. Finally, you take a deep breath and confess, “I think we were about to… kiss.”

For a moment, Shoko just stares at you, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Then, she bursts out laughing, the sound bright and loud as it fills the room. “You’re joking,” she says between giggles, though the look on your face tells her you’re not. “Oh my god, you and Gojo were about to kiss? That’s priceless.”

You bury your face in your hands, mortified. “It didn’t happen,” you mumble through your fingers.

Shoko grabs your wrist and pulls you onto her bed, her excitement practically radiating off her. “Details. Now,” she demands, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What do you mean ‘about to kiss’? What stopped it?”

You sigh, reluctantly recounting the moment. “We were standing there, really close, and then… someone knocked on the door. That was it. Nothing happened.”

Shoko shakes her head in disbelief. “Still, that’s huge,” she says. “Gojo likes you. It’s so obvious.”

You shake your head, feeling your cheeks heat up again. “No, he doesn’t,” you protest.

Shoko raises an eyebrow. “Are you serious? He was all over you at the party. He blushes when you walk or breathe near him. You don’t do that for someone you don’t care about.”

You hesitate, her words making your heart race, but doubt quickly clouds your thoughts. “Someone like him wouldn’t like someone like me,” you mutter.

Shoko frowns. “Someone like him?”

You nod, struggling to find the right words. “He’s… Gojo. He’s confident, popular, good-looking. Everyone loves him. He’s always surrounded by people. I’m just… me. Why would someone like him ever be interested in someone like me?”

Shoko lets out a loud sigh, throwing her hands up in frustration. “You’re impossible,” she says. “He’s into you. It’s so painfully obvious that even Nanami probably notices, and that guy’s oblivious to everything.”

You look down at your hands, your fingers fidgeting. “I don’t know,” you say softly.

Shoko narrows her eyes at you, studying your expression. “Wait a second,” she says slowly, suspicion creeping into her voice. “You’re acting weird. Do you like someone else?”

Your stomach twists, and your silence is all the confirmation she needs. Shoko gasps, covering her mouth with her hands. “Oh my god,” she says, her voice full of disbelief. “You do! Who is it?”

You shake your head quickly, trying to dismiss her. “It’s no one,” you say, but the flush on your cheeks gives you away.

Shoko leans in closer, her grin turning wicked. “It’s definitely someone,” she says. “Come on, who is it?”

After a long pause, you finally let out a small sigh. “I’ve liked him since middle school,” you admit quietly. “But he never looked my way.”

Shoko’s brow furrows as she tries to piece it together. “Middle school?” she repeats. “Who are you talking about?”

You take a deep breath, your voice barely audible as you whisper, “Sukuna.”

The name hangs in the air like a thunderclap. Shoko stares at you, her mouth open in shock. “Sukuna?” she says, as if she didn’t hear you correctly. “Sukuna Sukuna?”

You nod, avoiding her gaze.

Shoko groans, flopping back onto her bed dramatically. “No, no, no,” she says, shaking her head. “You can’t fall in love with Sukuna.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. “Why not?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

Shoko sits up, looking at you seriously. “First of all, Sukuna is a heartbreaker. He’s notorious for leaving girls in tears. Secondly, he’s a total manwhore. And lastly, Sukuna doesn’t fall in love. Ever.”

You meet her gaze, your voice soft but determined. “I’ve liked him for years, Shoko.”

Shoko looks at you for a long moment before letting out a heavy sigh. “I love killer whales,” she says dramatically. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to jump into the ocean and try to pet one!”

You can’t help but laugh softly at her comparison, but the weight of her words lingers. “It’s not like I can just stop liking him,” you say quietly.

Shoko places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I know,” she says gently. “But maybe… just be careful. Sukuna’s not exactly the safe choice.”

Yuuji sits at his desk, his textbook open and a highlighter pinched between his teeth as he scans the pages for more key points to mark. The room is quiet, save for the faint scratching of his pen against the paper. He’s just about to settle into the rhythm of his study session when the door creaks open.

Sukuna steps in, his usual confidence noticeably absent. He doesn’t say anything, just walks to the kitchen, grabs a glass of water, and slumps onto the couch.

Yuuji glances at him, eyebrows furrowed. He takes the highlighter out of his mouth, setting it and the book aside. “You good?” he asks, his tone cautious.

Sukuna doesn’t answer, staring into his glass like it holds the solution to his inner turmoil.

Yuuji frowns. “If this is about the suspension,” he begins, trying to sound reassuring, “don’t stress. I can ask some classmates to send you the notes for the classes you—”

“I like her,” Sukuna blurts out, cutting him off.

Yuuji freezes. For a moment, he wonders if he misheard. He blinks at Sukuna, who looks almost… vulnerable.

“What?” Yuuji asks, needing confirmation.

Sukuna leans back against the couch, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His voice is quieter this time, but there’s an undeniable weight behind it. “I like her.”

It clicks. Yuuji knows exactly who Sukuna means, and it renders him speechless. This was the same guy who, not too long ago, had scoffed and said he’d never fall for a “nerd.”

Sukuna sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he mutters. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. When I saw her dancing at the party, I couldn’t stop watching. And when I saw Gojo’s hands on her waist…” He clenches his fists. “I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

Yuuji leans forward, his jaw slightly slack. He’s trying to process this—his brother is actually down bad.

“And then today,” Sukuna continues, his voice dipping lower, “seeing her at Gojo’s dorm… I couldn’t think straight. It was like—” He cuts himself off, shaking his head as if words can’t fully capture what he’s feeling.

Yuuji watches him in disbelief. This wasn’t the same Sukuna who dated Mei Mei with zero emotional attachment or who treated his flings like passing distractions. This was different.

“You’re serious,” Yuuji says, still trying to wrap his head around it.

Sukuna glares at him. “Of course, I’m serious,” he snaps. “Why would I say this if I wasn’t?”

Yuuji sits back in his chair, his lips twitching as a grin threatens to form. “Wow. You’re in deep, huh?”

Sukuna groans, dragging a hand down his face. “I don’t know what to do with all of this,” he admits. “These… emotions.”

“What do you mean?” Yuuji asks, genuinely curious now.

Sukuna hesitates, staring into his water glass again. “I don’t know how to… win her. Or… conquer her. Or whatever the hell it’s supposed to be.”

Yuuji blinks, and then it hits him. His brother, the ever-confident Sukuna, was clueless. Yuuji’s mouth falls open. “Are you serious right now?”

Sukuna scowls. “What?”

“You really don’t know how to make a girl like you?” Yuuji says, incredulous. A slow grin spreads across his face, and he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “This is gold.”

Sukuna groans again, louder this time. “I knew this was a mistake,” he mutters.

Yuuji waves him off, his grin widening. “No, no, you came to the right person,” he says, relishing the rare opportunity to have the upper hand. “Okay, first off, you can’t go in with your usual… you know, Sukuna-ness. Girls like it when a guy is gentle. Like, maybe compliment her or—”

“Stop,” Sukuna interrupts, already regretting this.

But Yuuji isn’t done. “Or you could be flirty but not overdo it. Like, don’t just say she looks good—say something specific. ‘I like the way your smile lights up the room’ or something.”

Sukuna glares at him, his ears turning red. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters.

Yuuji snickers. “I’m serious! You could even try doing something thoughtful, like bringing her coffee or helping her with—”

“Stop talking,” Sukuna growls, his voice laced with embarrassment.

Yuuji finally bursts out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re actually flustered,” he teases. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Sukuna rubs his temples, trying to suppress the urge to throw the nearest object at his brother. “I hate you,” he mutters.

Yuuji leans back in his chair, crossing his arms with a smug grin. “Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome.”

Sukuna leans back on the couch, folding his arms and rolling his eyes in annoyance, though the slight flush in his cheeks betrays his flustered state.

Yuuji, now thoroughly entertained, leans forward, resting his chin on his hands. “Okay, real question,” he begins. “Is she and Gojo good friends?”

Sukuna snorts. “Not really,” he says with a shrug. “Gojo doesn’t hang out with people like her. Smart, focused… you know, the opposite of him.”

Yuuji raises a brow. “You really think he likes her, huh?”

Sukuna shrugs again but avoids eye contact. “Ever since the party, I’ve been suspicious. The way he danced with her, the way he looks at her…” His voice trails off, and his jaw tightens.

Yuuji tilts his head. “Did you ask him?”

Sukuna glares at him like the answer is obvious. “Of course, I did.”

“And what did he say?”

Sukuna huffs, running a hand through his hair. “He said no. But I don’t believe him.”

Yuuji shrugs. “Then go for it,” he says simply. “You and Gojo have been best friends since you were kids, right? Why would he lie to you?”

Sukuna’s gaze hardens. “Because I know he likes her,” he insists.

Yuuji holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Or maybe,” he says slowly, “it’s just the jealousy speaking.”

Sukuna narrows his eyes. “Shut up.”

Yuuji snickers, shaking his head. “Okay, Mr. Defensive.”

Sukuna shifts uncomfortably, his tone more serious now. “He asked me if I liked her,” he mutters.

Yuuji straightens up, his interest piqued. “And what did you say?”

Sukuna sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I said no, obviously.”

Yuuji stares at him, dumbfounded. “You’re an idiot,” he says flatly.

Sukuna glares at him. “What was I supposed to say? ‘Yeah, I like her, and every time I see her, my brain turns into mush’? No, thanks.”

Yuuji bursts into laughter. “Dude, you’re hopeless. How do you not know what to do with this?”

Sukuna groans, dropping his head into his hands. “I don’t know, okay? I’ve never felt this way before, and it’s… it’s embarrassing.”

Yuuji grins, patting him on the shoulder. “You’ll figure it out. Eventually.”

Sukuna mutters something under his breath, his frustration palpable. Yuuji just chuckles, shaking his head at his brother’s rare moment of vulnerability.

Geto sits in the dean’s office, his posture relaxed and his expression unreadable, as though the tension in the air doesn’t faze him. Across from him, the dean narrows his eyes, arms folded across his chest as he studies the young man.

“Let me get this straight,” the dean begins, his tone clipped. “You expect me to believe that Mahito and Jogo just happened to be found beaten up like that?”

Geto tilts his head slightly, offering a small, casual nod. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

The dean raises a brow, unimpressed. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Sukuna and Gojo had something to do with it.”

Geto leans forward slightly, his tone still calm but firm. “And yet, you don’t have any proof that they did.”

The dean blinks at him, momentarily stunned by the audacity of the response. “Proof or not, everyone knows it was them. They’ve been suspended before for fights like this. Do you really expect me to just overlook it this time?”

Geto smirks faintly, his confidence unwavering. “What I expect is for you to understand that we need our best players for the game on Friday. Sukuna and Gojo are essential. Without them, we’ll lose.”

The dean slams a hand on the desk, his frustration boiling over. “That’s not happening, Geto. I don’t care how essential they are. Violence, is not permitted in this facility. They broke the rules and there will be consequences.”

Geto doesn’t flinch, meeting the dean’s gaze steadily. “With all due respect, sir, you can ask the entire team and everyone else on campus. No one saw anything.”

The dean scoffs, leaning back in his chair. “And you think I don’t know why that is? Everyone is protecting them. It’s obvious.”

Geto shrugs, unbothered. “Or maybe it’s because no one actually saw anything happen. You can’t punish them without evidence, and right now, you don’t have any.”

The dean stares at him, his frustration palpable as he realizes the standoff isn’t going in his favor. Geto’s calm demeanor only makes it worse, the younger man holding all the cards while the dean’s hands are tied by protocol.

The dean exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leans back in his chair. “Fine, Geto. I’ll see what I can do. But let me make this clear—I can’t make any promises.”

Geto’s smirk widens slightly, his victory subtle but evident in his demeanor. “That’s all I’m asking, sir. Just take a closer look at the situation.”

The dean narrows his eyes. “This doesn’t mean they’re off the hook. I’m not going to ignore what happened just because you want to keep them on the field.”

“I understand,” Geto says smoothly, nodding as if in agreement. “But I think you’ll find that there’s no concrete reason to keep them off the team.”

The dean shakes his head, clearly displeased but resigned. “Don’t make me regret this, Geto.”

“You won’t, sir,” Geto replies confidently. He straightens his blazer and flashes a polite, calculated smile before turning toward the door.

As he leaves the office, his mind is already working on the next move, knowing he’s bought them some time—for now.

Geto walks out of the dean’s office, shutting the door behind him with a composed expression. Waiting against the wall just outside, Gojo straightens, his arms crossed over his chest. “Well?” he asks, his voice casual but laced with anticipation.

Geto shrugs, his demeanor cool. “I think it’s going a good way. The dean’s stubborn, but he knows he needs us for the game on Friday.”

A relieved smile spreads across Gojo’s face. “Knew you’d pull it off. You’re a miracle worker, Geto.”

As they begin walking down the corridor together, Geto smirks and glances sideways at him. “Speaking of miracles, I’ve got a date tonight with Shoko.”

Gojo lets out a laugh, his tone teasing. “Look at you, Mr. Smooth. Finally managed to charm her, huh?”

Geto chuckles. “Of course. But do you know what that means?”

Without missing a beat, Gojo quips, “That you’ll be too busy making googly eyes at her to answer my texts?”

Geto shakes his head, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “No, genius. It means you’ll be alone in your dorm tonight.”

Gojo stops mid-step, caught off guard. Geto pauses too, turning to look at him with a knowing smirk.

“And?” Gojo asks warily, already sensing where this is going.

“And,” Geto continues, “it’s the perfect opportunity to ask her out. Or, if you’re too chicken to say ‘date,’ call it a hangout.”

Gojo’s face flushes slightly, and he rubs the back of his neck, his usual confidence faltering. “I don’t know, man. What if it’s weird? What if she doesn’t want to—”

Geto interrupts, rolling his eyes. “Stop overthinking it. She does. Trust me.”

Gojo glances away, visibly flustered. “It’s not that easy, y’know? I can’t just… say, ‘Hey, wanna hang out?’ What if I screw it up?”

Geto raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Then you try again. Seriously, it’s not rocket science, Satoru. Just invite her to the movies. Easy, casual, no pressure.”

Gojo stays quiet, his nerves clearly getting the better of him.

Geto grins devilishly, leaning closer to nudge him with his elbow. “Don’t tell me the great Gojo Satoru is scared to ask out a girl.”

“I’m not scared!” Gojo protests, though his reddened ears betray him.

“Sure you’re not,” Geto teases, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You’re just overthinking it because she’s not like the other girls you flirt with.”

Gojo glares at him, but there’s no real heat behind it. “Shut up.”

“Make your move” Geto says with a smirk, clapping a hand on Gojo’s shoulder.

Gojo groans, but a small smile tugs at his lips. “Fine, fine.”

“You’d better,” Geto replies, his smirk widening as they continue walking. “Because if you chicken out, I’m never letting you live it down.”

Shoko is at her desk, carefully applying mascara as you sit cross-legged on your bed with a book open in front of you. The faint smell of her perfume lingers in the air as she leans closer to the mirror, making sure her eyeliner is perfect.

“How do I look?” she asks, turning toward you with a hopeful expression as she adjusts the hem of her dress.”

You glance up from your notes, a soft smile spreading across your lips. “Really cute. You look great, Shoko.”

Her lips curl into a small, pleased smile. “I hope this date goes well.”

“It will,” you reassure her, your voice warm. Your eyes drift back to your book, your pen tapping lightly against the paper as you refocus on your studies.

Shoko narrows her eyes playfully. “You should relax tonight. Take the night off.”

You let out a soft laugh, not looking up. “And do what? Watch a movie or something?”

“Exactly,” she says, smoothing her hair. “Or go out and have fun. You’re always working so hard.”

You shake your head, giggling. “I have an important exam tomorrow. Can’t slack off now.”

“It’s a quiz, not an exam,” she counters, rolling her eyes.

You sigh, knowing she has a point but refusing to admit it. “Still important.”

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door, and Shoko freezes for a moment. Her hand flies to her hair instinctively, checking if it’s still in place. “Oh my god, is it him?” she whispers, her voice tinged with nervous excitement.

“Probably,” you say with a teasing smile. “You look fine, Shoko. Don’t stress.”

“Fine? Just fine?” she asks, turning to you with mock outrage.

“Okay, okay,” you say, laughing. “You look amazing. He’s going to love it.”

Shoko takes a deep breath and nods. She walks to the door, smoothing her dress one last time before opening it.

Standing there is Geto, a soft smile on his face and a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. His eyes light up when he sees her. “You look beautiful,” he says warmly, holding out the flowers.

Shoko’s cheeks flush as she accepts them. “Thank you,” she says softly, her usual cool demeanor momentarily slipping.

Geto leans slightly to the side, spotting you on your bed. “Hey,” he says with a friendly wave.

You wave back, smiling. “Have fun, you two.”

As Shoko turns to leave, she pauses to shoot you a playful smirk. “Don’t study too hard. And maybe leave your dorm for once.”

You roll your eyes, grinning. “Goodbye, Shoko.”

She laughs, waving as she and Geto head down the hallway, leaving you in the quiet room with your books and thoughts.

Sukuna cursed under his breath as he walked alongside Yuuji, feeling more and more irritated with every step. The bright lights of the carnival and the sounds of laughter and excitement only seemed to make his mood worse.

“Why the hell am I here?” Sukuna muttered, his irritation evident in his voice.

Yuuji, completely oblivious to Sukuna’s annoyance, grinned. “To have fun, man! You need to loosen up!”

Sukuna rolled his eyes. The carnival lights blared around him, casting a garish glow on everything. As Yuuji excitedly sprinted toward Nobara and Megumi, Sukuna muttered again, “Feels like I’m baby-sitting them.”

He pulled out his phone and shot Gojo a quick text, asking if he was busy. But after waiting for a few seconds and receiving no response, Sukuna let out a frustrated sigh. Figures. The guy never knows when to be serious.

He pocketed his phone and continued walking through the carnival, avoiding the increasingly annoying buzz of children’s laughter and the distracting sounds of carnival games.

Eventually, he saw the trio of troublemakers ahead. Yuuji was in the middle of an animated conversation with Megumi, while Nobara was eyeing a stall, her attention shifting between the colorful prizes and the amusement park food stands. Sukuna’s annoyance only deepened. What is this? A damn school trip?

As he approached, Nobara caught his eye. She glanced over her shoulder and caught sight of him. The corner of her lips curled into a teasing smirk, and she winked at him.

Sukuna’s face contorted in disgust, turning his gaze quickly to the other side to avoid acknowledging her. I don’t have time for this shit, he thought, grinding his teeth. The nerve of her.

Yuuji, still oblivious to Sukuna’s growing irritation, waved him over enthusiastically. “Yo, Sukuna! You should come try the ring toss!”

Sukuna shook his head. “Not interested.”

You were sitting at your desk, surrounded by books and notes, studying hard for an upcoming quiz. The soft hum of the night outside mixed with the quiet rustle of pages turned. You were so focused that you didn’t even hear the knock at first, but then it came again—gentler, like someone trying not to interrupt.

You stood up, stretching a little, still wearing your comfortable pajamas. As you opened the door, you froze for a moment, face flushing as you looked at Gojo standing there. The sight of him was enough to make your heart skip a beat. He looked effortless, like always, but tonight there was a subtle softness in his expression that caught your attention.

“Hey,” he greeted with that signature, confident smile of his. “Are you busy tonight?”

You blinked at him, still feeling a little surprised by his sudden appearance. “Well… I’m just studying for a quiz,” you said, fidgeting with the sleeve of your pajama top, trying to calm your nerves.

He tilted his head, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Hmm. How about taking a break and going to the carnival with me?” he suggested casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

You hesitated for a moment, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. “I’ve never been to a carnival,” you admitted, your voice a little quieter than usual.

Gojo’s grin widened, his eyes lighting up. “Well, then, it’s the perfect opportunity to change that, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his infectious excitement. There was a brief silence between you two as you both looked at each other, the soft tension hanging in the air.

“I’ll go get dressed,” you said, your voice a bit shy, but with a small smile that matched his. “Wait for me?”

“Of course,” Gojo replied, his smile still in place, his voice softening just slightly. “Take your time.”

As you closed the door, your heart thudded louder in your chest, the quiet rush of excitement mingling with a fluttering sensation in your stomach. You leaned against the door for a second, taking a deep breath before quickly changing into something more suitable. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, feeling like you might burst from happiness.

Meanwhile, outside the door, Gojo’s smile stretched wider. He didn’t realize how much he had been hoping for you to say yes until you did. He felt a flutter in his chest, the anticipation of your time together making his heart race in a way he wasn’t used to. It was almost like he was going to die from happiness.

Sukuna stood a little ways off from the bustling crowd at the carnival, his eyes fixed on Yuuji and Megumi, who were taking a ridiculous attempt at the “Ring Toss” game. Yuuji, as always, was way too eager, tossing rings with a sense of reckless abandon, while Megumi, ever the skeptic, looked like he was trying to calculate the probability of success. The rings flew everywhere but onto the pegs, and the booth operator was barely holding back a chuckle.

Sukuna rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. “Idiots,” he grumbled, watching Yuuji nearly trip over his own feet while tossing a ring into the air.

Then, out of nowhere, Nobara appeared by his side. She gave him a flirtatious wink and leaned in just a little too close. “So, what’s a handsome guy like you doing all alone? Need some company?” she asked, batting her lashes.

Sukuna stared at her, completely unamused. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge her at first, instead watching as Yuuji flung another ring across the booth with all the grace of a drunken bird.

Nobara, undeterred, took a step closer. “Come on, you don’t have to act so aloof. Am I really not your type?”

Sukuna turned to her slowly, his expression a mixture of annoyance and disgust. “You could be my sister, so, no,” he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Nobara blinked, clearly taken aback for a moment, but then she burst into laughter. “Oh really? A sister? That’s cold!” she teased, not even slightly fazed by his rude remark. “Maybe I just need to work a little harder to catch your eye!”

Sukuna’s face remained deadpan as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, clearly not in the mood. “Get away from me and play with your dolls.”

“I’m an adult you idiot.”

Still unfazed, Nobara continued to flirt shamelessly, completely amused by his obvious discomfort. Sukuna, now realizing this was going nowhere, pulled out his phone to check for any updates. He opened the messages and saw no response from Gojo. The message he’d sent earlier was still marked as “delivered,” but Gojo hadn’t bothered to reply yet.

Author’s note:

Hi Lovilies! 💞

Who doesn’t love cute chapters before the real tea. 🥰 This is going to get messy in two chapters… Tell us in the comment who team are you on (today, who knows tomorrow? 👀) #TeamGojo or #TeamSukuna?

Love you all!

A & D <3

[moonlit-imagines]

No One’s Sidekick

Jason Todd x teen!reader

warnings: needles and guns and death mentions ya know

a/n: ok i was gonna do headcanons for this but honestly it sparked a lot of inspiration so im actually writing a oneshot for it this is a ONE IN A MILLION CHANCE bc im very picky about when to write oneshots ily. might do hcs also just cuz arkham knight is my passion. (honestly i should have just done hcs idk if i like where i went with this LMAO)

prompt: anonymous: “hi idk if you write Arkham Jason Todd but if if you do is it possible if you can do a Arkham Jason Todd x fem teen reader and reader is his sidekick”

Imagine a life where you had nothing, you were the lowest anyone could go, and you were just a kid. Now imagine that there was someone standing in front of you, telling that same story, and offering you a chance to turn it all around because they knew how it felt to be you.

That someone was Jason Todd. You found each other by chance, somewhere in the Gotham slums. He walked past you down a dimly lit alley full of used needles and rotting trash, noticing a kid just a few years younger hiding from the world. You noticed a guy in a hoodie hiding a nasty scar on his cheek.

He reached out a hand, hoping you’d take it. He saw a look in your eyes that you’d been like this a while. And you might have noticed the same in his. Which is why after trusting nobody for years, you took this stranger’s hand. “I remember when I was a kid waiting in shitty places woth the hope someday it’d change. And it did one day. Someone found me and changed my life.” He explained after buying you a burger and fries.

“Was it for the better?” You asked him with a mouthful of food.

“I don’t know anymore.” He looked shaken himself, and you could tell by the bags under his eyes this may have been a subject that kept him up at night, maybe took up his waking moments, too. “How long have you been alone?”

“Practically forever. Every once in a while I felt like I was on steady ground and then…something always happens.” You sighed, taking a sip of your soda. “But I learned how to get by on my own. I had to. And I have to protect myself.” Jason raised a brow.

“You protect yourself yet you’re willing to go off with a stranger?” He asked, giving you a warm smile.

“Jason, right?” He nodded at the question. “Jason Todd?” His expression dropped. Before he could stammer out a response, you leaned back on your side of the booth and said, “everyone around here knows you one way or another, but everyone thought you were dead after you disappeared.”

“Did you know who I was when you came here with me?” Jason spoke lowly.

“Nope.” You flatly responded. “But I figured it out along the way. You used to live in my building when I was a kid, I knew I recognized you from somewhere.”

“3B?” He asked.

“That’s the one. You remember?” You smiled.

“I remember a scared little kid with dirt all over their face no matter what time of day.” You both chuckled. “Wow, it’s been a long time. I guess I’m glad we ran into each other.”

“It’s nice. I just don’t know where to go from here.” You took the last few bites from your meal, averting your eyes from his gaze, nervous for what was to come, but also hopeful. At this point, you didn’t care what you did or where you went, as long as you had some kind of purpose. Spending your youth in sleeping in wet boxes or crashing on a sunken-in, stained couch was no longer something you could stand doing.

“I had an idea. A while ago. But I just didn’t know how to go about it.” He revealed with a long pause, mustering up better details to share. “I dont know. It sounds crazy, but maybe not anymore.”

“Can you get to the point?” You tilted your head, eager for a bit more.

“Yeah, yeah…” He gulped. “I talked to this guy, it was after some really bad shit went down,” he brushed his scarred cheek, “this high-profile assassin wanted to train me—work with me. There are some demons I have to face, but I need some help to get ready.” You stared blankly for a minute, fingernail scratching the tabletop as you thought about his words. “It’s out of the country, somewhere in South America.”

“You’re crazy.” You stated. “I’m in.” Jason’s eyes widened. “Anything to get me out of Gotham. And you’re Jason Todd, I’d trust you with my life, even after all this time.” His expression softened and he kind of chuckled, in disbelief of you and himself.

“I—I guess I gotta go make a call.” Jason knocked his hand on the table. “Go ahead and order dessert, I’ll be back in a few.” He stepped out the front door and opened his phone, scrolling down to a contact labeled “S. Wilson.” It rang twice. “I’m in, and one more will be joining us.”

“I’ll make the arrangements for your travels, stay on the line.” Said Slade, there were faint keyboard clicks. “I have a private jet that awaits you at eight a.m. tomorrow. I will send you the address, don’t be late.” The phonecall ended abruptly and Jason went back to your table, finding you eating a slice of pie.

“Tomorrow morning we get to fly in a private jet.” Jason saw your face light up. “Never been?”

—————

Venezuela was incredible to you, even if it was a bit more humid than you were used to. On the plane ride, Jason told you everything. He didn’t spare one detail, he didn’t care. You were another Gotham City orphan with a dark past and a bright future. You two were ready for anything.

It was grueling. It was incredible. It was nothing you’d experienced before. Which was terrifying. But invigorating. You could tell Jason felt right back in his element, but you were desperately trying to catch up. He’d had much training before this, relevant to the current situation. You’re training went as far as standard Gotham Slums scuffling. Your skills included switchblade maneuvers, aiming for the crotch, running from trouble and climbing from trouble. Nothing like this ever seemed possible for you. But Jason knew what it felt like to be brought from your level to his. And as Deathstroke brought Jason to his level, he’d make sure you’d catch up.

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“I think you two are ready.” Slade announced as both of you stood before him. Straight backs, eyes forward, and arms behind your backs. “The plan is to be enacted soon, and you,” he turned his attention to Jason, “it’s up to you what we do from here. Gotham City finally meets its match?” He suggested. Jason nodded his head once and you followed. And so it began, the planning phase.

—————

You looked at Gotham from down below. Smaller than you remembered. The whirring of the helicopter blades lulled you away from reality for a few moments before Jason tapped you, motioning for you to come up front with him. You slid your headset on and heard him begin barking orders at the militia before setting your comms to private. “How’s it feel?” Jason asked you.

“I don’t know, actually.” You replied, doing a final check to make sure your guns were loaded and secured. “What about you?”

“It feels like I’m finally getting my revenge.” His voice modulator sent a chill down your spine and you soon landed in Gotham. The plan went off without a hitch. Gotham evacuated, scum running loose, Batman distracted, and his allies scattered. It was exciting, but something was off. Scarecrow’s plan didn’t sit well with you. It was gruesome, even to you. You never really cared about anyone but yourself, but as Jason lost his humanity, you gained it. “I’ve got your back, y/n. You got mine?”

“Always, Knight.” He chuckled as the chopper began to descend. “Let’s kill the Batman.”

taglist: @ravenmoore14 // @summersimmerus // @xoxobabydolls // @evilcr0ne // @thedarkqueenofavalon // @elenavampire21 // @deanzboyfriend //

[matthewswifeyy]

After awhile you went quiet, and I got mean 4

Summary: Exgirlfriend!reader lives with S4!rafe. She constantly has to watch rafe treat someone better and it finally gets to her

Part 1 part 2 Part 3 part 5

Rafes pov

I was enjoying my drink when I heard footsteps behind me and a voice calling my name. I put glass down and look behind me. I see topper walking up behind me. I roll my eyes and turn back to my drink.

Of course she went to him.

“Yo what the fuck is up with you huh” he said patting my shoulder.

“Nothing” I said shrugging his hand off me.

“Nothing huh. So you’re just kicking Y/n out for no reason.” He said sitting down next to me.

“There was a reason alright” I told him leaning back in my chair.

“I know you two have been arguing rafe but come on. You know she has no where and no one to go to.”

“That’s a lie.” I scoffed.

“Rafe are you kidding me.”

“What topper.” I said turning my head my towards him.

“This is Y/n we are talking about here. Not some random.”

“I know topper.” I said before calling the bartender over. “Get me another one”

“And you don’t care about how she’s doing after that at all.”

“She out of my hands” I said as the bartender placed another full glass of whiskey in front of me.

“I give up at this point. Will you at least try and talk to her about it. Whether you wanna make things right or not.”

“Will it get you to leave me alone about it.” I looked at him.

“Yes”

“Then fine i will talk to her. Tell her to meet me at my place tomorrow at 3.” I said before downing my drink and walking towards my car.

I really did want to talk to her. I just had to seem like I didn’t care to topper because of his big mouth.

I miss what I had with Y/n. I really do. Now I feel like I’m a complete idiot for kicking her out because of Sofia just for me to break up with her not even 10 minutes after she left.

I started my car and drove home.

Readers pov

I was sitting in the guest bed reading my book until there was a knock on the door.

“Come in” I said placing my book on the night stand next to the bed while topper busted into the room.

“He said he will talk to you tomorrow at his place at 3” he said quickly.

“Topper are you serious. I said I wanted to know what was going on with him. I don’t want to make things right with him!” I said to him.

“Oh” he said quietly before leaving.

I groaned and threw my head back into the pillows.

———

I was now getting ready to go on a date with a guy I met at the island club. His name was Jackson. I’ve seen him around before but I’ve never talked to him.

I’m extremely excited to say the least. All these years it been rafe. I’m glad it someone new.

I finished my hair, outfit, and makeup and it was now time for jewelry. I picked out a beautiful pair of small gold hoops. I now looked at my necklace options. I stared at the gold necklace with a small heart pendant that rafe got me many years ago.

I sighed as I picked it up. I bit my lip as I continued to stare at it contemplating putting it on.

Fuck it

I undid the clasp and brought it around my neck. I clasped it and brought my hands down to my side. I looked at myself in the mirror as I continued to chew at my lip.

I turned away from the mirror and grabbed my purse from off the bed. I walked out of the guest room and into the living room.

“Where are you going” topper said from the kitchen.

“A date.”

“With who?” He questioned.

“Jackson Moore.” I said proudly.

“You’re joking right. That douche.” Topper said as he tilted his head at me.

“What he seems nice.” I said as a knocked came from the front door.

I walked towards the door to open it to Jackson.

“Hey”

“Hi” I said with a smile.

“You uh ready to go.”

“Yeah” I say nodding my head.

I walked out the door and closed it behind me. I follow behind Jackson to his car. He opened the door for me and gestured me to get in.

I smiled at him before getting in. He closed the door and walked in front of the car and got in the car.

After about a 5 minute drive we had arrived to the island club. Jackson got out of the car while I gathered my stuff. I waited for the door to open but it never did. I looked out the window and saw Jackson waiting for me.

What the fuck is wrong with this guy

I opened the door and got out. Closing the door before walking over to Jackson.

“Sorry couldn’t find my purse.” I lied to save myself from the embarrassment.

“It’s okay” he said before wrapping his arm around my waist as he lead us toward the entrance.

“Table for Moore.” Jackson told the host.

“Okay right this way.” The host lead us to a table in the back corner of the island club. Jackson pulls my chair out and sits in his seat.

“Thank you” I said quietly.

Our date was going great. We ordered our food and talked. We currently were sitting in a comfortable silence waiting for the bill.

“I have a question Y/n” Jackson said breaking the silence.

“What’s up”

“I know that you and rafe aren’t on the best terms but I was wondering if you would want to go with me to his party tomorrow night.” He asked me.

“Um sure. You won’t have to pick me up though. All of my stuff is at his place still so I’ll probably get ready there if that’s okay with you.”

“Oh that’s okay.” He said as the host dropped the bill of at the table.

As he signed the bill as I grabbed my purse. I took one last sip of my wine before standing up. Jackson came up behind and put his hand on the small of my back.

“Shall we go, my lady.” Jackson joked.

That was something rafe would always say whenever we finished our dates.

“Yeah” I said with a fake laugh.

We walked to the car and saw rafe sitting at the bar. He turned around and locked eyes with mine. I quickly looked away.

Rafes pov

Jackson Moore.

He’s been on my shit list since 8th grade. He always has been going after everything I do.

I’m not surprised he’s with her. He probably only likes her because I dated her.

I was finishing my drink when I heard my phone ping.

Y/n:I’m coming to your place at 8 instead of 3.

Rafe:why

Y/n:I’m going to your party with Jackson. I have to get ready there because all of my stuff is there. We can talk then.

Rafe: k

I sighed and shoved my phone in my pocket before leaving the island club.

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Taglist: @tincanhat @maybankslover @esposamultifandom

[nightbutterfly09]

Stuck With me

-> Itoshi Sae x reader (Oneshot)

The stars shined brightly as some streetlamps lit up the dark streets. The atmosphere was quiet, you didn’t see a soul in sight. The air, however, felt lonely around you, because your boyfriend had a match today and since you felt a little sick, he didn’t let you go with him.

He was always so protective; you hated and loved it at the same time. Even if you swallowed your pride and begged him, he still wouldn’t agree. In his words, “You’d be next to a bunch of men, and what if you get worse in the middle of it? Who will you ask for help?” Maybe he was right, even if you liked being alone once in a while, this screeching feeling of loneliness destroyed your heart.

“I miss you Sae” You pouted as you leaned against the balcony bar. At this point the only one to confide in was the moon and the stars. This situation reminded you of all the times when you were still in Japan and Sae had to come here. He didn’t actually know back then that you liked him, but maybe he had a hunch. But your beautiful man doesn’t act on hunches.

The night sky grabbed its full power as the lamps turned off.  Your boyfriend still nowhere. You want to congratulate him already, he did so well, and everyone sitting on the bleachers shouted Sae’s name at the last moments. If you were there you were sure he’d have run straight to you and give you a passionate kiss that the media would hype up afterwards.

Now that you wonder, watching him on TV isn’t as fascinating as in person. If you watch him from up close your vision automatically drifts to him, but  television doesn’t really give that back. But it may occur like that to you because you hate soccer. You hate the ball. It always takes your loved one away, even your friends.

You were deep in thought and the only thing to jump you out of them was the key noises in the front door. You speed through the rooms and slide in to the door at the exact second when Sae opens it. He chuckled. “Was someone getting lonely?” you glare at him. “What exactly were you doing? The match ended two hours ago.” HE sighed and dropped his stuff down, pulling you closer. Still sulking you brought your hands to your back not reciprocating his touch. He couldn’t help but think you were being silly. “Miss don’t be mad” no reaction came from you. “Mi vida, cariño, mi amor, princesa~ don’t be like that.”

Oh, how he knew where to hit. At this you couldn’t stop blushing and even a little smile escaped your lips. “Shut it” You cough and look away. Sae smirks and shakes his head. “You look too tempting to bite you right now.” “That’s your problem, what are you? A wolf?” Sae chuckled. He pinned you to the wall. “Were you watching the match?” “No” You denied with a lie. Sae was falling for you deeper by the second, although he never would’ve thought he could still fall. “And after the match ended?” You looked at him and tilted your head.

What does he mean? After the match there are interviews, but he doesn’t like those, why would he talk about that? “I’m guessing no, come on, I’m sure it’s up on youtube or something” He almost let go when he turned back and leaned closer to you. “I didn’t forget” Sae whispered and kissed you passionately. He moved as if the world had stopped or slowed down.

Just for the two of you. “Still mad cariño?” He spoke against your lips. Your cheeks flushed again, and you grabbed his face. Your thumbs moved against his jaw, and you bit his lower lip. Your boyfriend licked it temptingly and leaned down to your neck. “Are you better now by the way?”  You mumbled a yes as you gave more access. “So why were you late?” “Because” he thought and started planting soft kisses on your neck.

“Because when I turned down an interview after my shower my manager stopped me” He kissed you again on the lips this time, slowly reaching under your shirt. “Then I was forced into one. They asked about you, so I didn’t mind answering.” “Also, if you watched the match, know, that I went for the last goal in your name. That goal, is yours, mi Vida.” As he spoke in whispers his lips travelled all around your upper body. “I don’t want that, I wanted you” “I know” he chuckled “and I am here now am I not?”

After your heavy make out session by the front door you went to the balcony and sat down on Sae’s lap. It was time to get clingy after not seeing him for a whole day. He forced you to watch the interview, so you did. He was in your hair as you watched him.

“I love her the most, no one has any business to tell us what we can or cannot do. She is mine and I plan to marry her, so stop pestering her in your gossip magazines or what the hell ever. She deserves none of that. And if I hear that she’s upset because you said something shit about her.” He looked no more like stared into the camera, or rather into the souls of the watchers. “I won’t hesitate to get back at you in her name.”

Your face was red once again. The sky wasn’t in favor of you because the moon directly lit up you two. “You are crazy, don’t do that again…” You looked away. “I wanted to, and there is not a single lie tonta.” If you could’ve gotten any redder, you would’ve but then your muscles would burst. “W-What does tonta mean?” “Dunno” he teased and turned you to face him. “Te quiero mi vida.” You lay against his chest and in a daze the only thing you were listening to, was his heartbeat. “Aren’t you going to say it back amor?” You giggle against him and shake your head.

“If I wouldn’t be head over heels for you, you’d get punished baby~” “Am I not gonna get punished now?” You smirked and looked up at him. Sae’s eyes darkened. “Cállate serás castigado por esto” “What?” “If you’ll live with me here you gotta step up your game Cariño” “But I’m lazy.. I’d rather be with you” “mmm Surely, then I’ll teach you Spanish. “ You giggled and nodded.

In one swoop he stood up and cradled you in his arms. “T-te quiero Sae” You spoke quietly. “I know, but your pronunciation needs work too.” “Idiot” You hit his chest lightly and he didn’t even budge. He smiled. “You are my beautiful thing- forever. You are stuck with me.” “Forever seems like a long while~” You giggled and reached up to him as he put you on the bed. Your fingers dangled in his hair. “You are right, does seem like a long time. Regardless, I don’t change my opinion.”

[merbear25]

Easing his worries (Sanji x reader)

With such talk of the disowned child of the Vinsmoke family being spread, saying you’re anything less than intrigued would be a lie. He's finding it hard to come to terms with being forced into marriage. His heart is breaking at the thought of being betrothed to someone he does not know. You, however, help ease his heartache, even if it is for a moment.

A/n: I know Sanji would stay true to whomever he was with (arranged marriage or not), so this is just for fun. Also @escenariosinfumables I know I mentioned this idea to you weeks ago, but I remember you wanted to be tagged!

CW: NSFW! MDNI! gn!reader, spoilers for Whole Cake, angst, ooc, oral sex (male receiving)

With so much of your life having been devoted to serving the Vinsmokes, you’d unfortunately grown accustomed to their ruthlessness. No matter how devoted you were or how careful, there were times that you caught strays of their misplaced anger. There were times you sought out ways to distract yourself from reality, although such moments were scarcely found.

When talk of the black sheep of the family being dragged here spread among the help, your curiosity got the better of you. The other servants spoke in hushed voices behind closed doors about how he escaped his wretched family. Such theories of who he had become only flamed your own interest in him, leading you to be rather careless once Sanji came through those towering doors.

The wanted poster didn’t do him the slightest bit of justice; this man was far more attractive. Observing him from the sidelines, the resentment in the room was suffocating. With tensions running high, you were unable to look away. Rubbernecking at the eventual collision in personalities made you sloppy, spilling tea on the satin table cloth.

Being a temporary distraction from their berating, your lax behavior made you easy pickings. A cup was slingshot across the room, giving you no time to react and leaving you open to the full force of fine china shattering against your delicate face. Your breath was caught in your throat, as the cup stopped inches from your nose.

Despite your gratitude towards Sanji, the shock of events left you speechless. He pulled their attention back onto himself but not without suffering the consequences. Slinking back from the brutality that had been targeted towards you mere moments ago, an immense weight of guilt placed itself on your shoulders.

Knowing you were helpless to do anything, you could only watch this kind-hearted man take the full force of his family's malice. When they had their fill, they left him battered on the floor. As soon as they left, you went to him. Helping him stand up, he clenched at his torso which had been the main focal point of assault. Offering your aid to soothe his wounds, you led him to a room a few halls down in an attempt to find a shred of solitude.

With your tender care, he felt a rush of emotions flooding his torn soul and couldn’t help but let some of his heartache trickle out. The kindness and sympathy you held in your gaze felt like a warm embrace; he was in need of such compassion more than anything right now.

Voicing his fears that his future was being stripped away, you lent an understanding ear, allowing him to say as much as he needed in hopes of alleviating some of his stress.

“I hope I’m not speaking out of turn, but you deserve better—a better family and a better future.” Each word held affection, and as his hand gently found its way on top of yours, he graced you with a thankful smile.

Moments such as these were a rarity—a gem that hid amongst this lackluster world. You couldn’t deny the attraction you had towards him nor the pull of his gentlemanly charm. Lowering your gaze, you could feel a heat on your cheeks intensifying.

“We both deserve better,” his words were soft as he carefully tilted your head back towards him. His thumb rubbed your cheek, coercing you to lean into his display of affection.

Hesitating at first, as if to allow you ample time to deny him, he stole a kiss from you. The softness of his lips meeting yours brought on new waves of desire that you’d been deprived of. With you having been kneeling down to tend to his injuries, your hands were allowed access to his toned thighs.

As if on instinct, your hands caressed him, trailing up his thighs and lightly pressing your fingers into them while your tongues entwined. The heat you shared was burning with intensity, having you wanting more.

Running your fingers over his arousal, a sharp inhale sounded from him. When you unzipped his pants, seeing him at his full length further fanned the lust building within you. Peering up at him with your loving eyes, the reddened cheeks and biting of his lower lip only whetted your appetite.

“Such a kind soul should be treated with the utmost affection,” your words passed your lips, feeling hot on his exposed attraction and leaving him spellbound.

Swirling your tongue around his tip, you then tilted your head to coat the underside with your slick tongue, being sure to pucker your lips around his pulsating flesh.

He clung to the sides of the chair in a feeble attempt at restraining himself, but the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him was making it impossible. While you filled your mouth with as much of him as you could, his hand found its way to the back of your head, feverishly gripping your hair. 

With the euphoric finish just within reach, he gently pushed your head down and thrusted into temptation. The slight force caused you to gag and grip his thighs more tightly, yet this only heightened his desperation for release.

His moans sounded throughout the room while he reached the peak of desire, pumping his pent up emotions into your intoxicating mouth. Coming down from his high, he wiped a strand of hair from your forehead. Seeing how breathtaking you were in the afterglow of this sinful deed made you all too endearing, enticing him to lean down and kiss your alluring lips. 

With a few moments to regain your composure, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be successful at leading the life he was meant for. If he was, you hoped you’d have the chance to see him again. Leaving the room together, you knew it’d be for the best not to mention this to anyone. It’d be kept between the two of you and remain a secret within those four walls.

[lov1ngreid]

BOYS LIKE YOU | 3

(pairings): high school!spencer + cheerleader!reader

(warnings): mentions of blood

(word count): 3.2k

(author’s note): this chapter’s a little short but i wanted to have something out for you guys! the next chapter will be the last (thank god) also not proofread so bare with me, but merry christmas!

listen to what i did when i wrote this! ➘

“A practice date?” Gianna spits, confusion painting her pretty tanned face while she shoves her fork into whatever cafeteria food was served that day “come. on.” she groans only to shoot another displeased look in your direction, you only decide look up at her from your textbook when she began to get just a little too loud. Silencing her with your eyes, she only rolls hers in response before moving her attention back to her food.

“I didn’t know what to say!” you whisper-yell scanning your surroundings quickly to make sure nobody other than her could hear your conversation, she quickly raises one eyebrow, completely unsatisfied with your answer “and you can’t talk” you shoot back at her raising your right hand to point your gel pen at her face.

“you’re the one who called her over in the first place! I was just gonna let him wander around until he got to nervous and gave up” quickly, you take an opportunity to glance down the end of the cafeteria table where Sadie sat, completely indulged in her own conversation.

Gianna purses her lips thinking, before deciding to hold her hands up in defence “to be honest I kinda wanted to see your reaction” she chuckles to herself for a moment earning a slap to the wrist from you, you shake your head for a moment, absolutely not impressed by her answer.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a moment, your pen quickly jotting down notes from your history textbook while your cold cafeteria lunch sat beside you “If you’re not gonna eat it can I?” Gianna asks already grabbing your red tray from your side before you could answer, she knew your answer before you said it.

Nodding quickly before turning your attention back to your notes, the cafeteria chatter fills your ears causing you to zone into your notes “uh oh” you hear Gianna’s half full mouth admit pulling your attention from your notes onto her. Eyes wide, her stare is set down the left side of the long cafeteria table and you can’t help but follow her gaze down the rows of blue and white cheerleading uniforms before they land on one in particular.

Sadie Keller, her dark cherry red hair and perfect manicured nails, perfect manicured nails that happened to be in someone’s hair.

Spencer Reid’s hair.

You felt like your eyes were quite literally bludging out of your head from how hard you were staring, Sadie sat next to him giggling as she raked her hands through his pretty brown hair, dragging them down his arms while they chatted to other girls on the team.

“He’s cute right” Ivy leans into you, her eyes also glued on the two at the end of the table “I didn’t even know he went here” she adds tilting her head a little causing her long blonde ponytail to tilt with her.

“You called him a freak nerd last period” Gianna mentions from across the table “to his face” she adds a disgusted look filling her face as she waited for Ivy’s response.

“Oh” she deadpans looking between Gianna and then Spencer again “was that him?” She asks obliviously cocking her head once more, Gianna nods her head in response “oh well he’s cute” she shrugs completely unaware of her insensitivity while she goes back to whatever conversation she was indulging in prior.

You felt every emotion bubble in the pit of your stomach, you had to look away before you screamed in her face. The worst part was you couldn’t even blame Sadie, Spencer was cute and funny, and incredibly smart, and if you knew he was Sadie’s tutor maybe you’d make up some sort of terrible lie about him so she wouldn’t like him. Which in hindsight would be horrible of you, but maybe it would’ve prevented having to see such a disgusting scene play out in front of you.

Although every possible emotion swirled inside of you, you didn’t know which one would win until you felt your eyes stinging a little while they brimmed with soft salty tears, mortified you were about to cry in front of the whole cheer team you slammed your books shut earning a few looks from your peers around you, gathering them to your chest before rushing from the cafeteria to the quiet unoccupied hallway.

Small sniffles followed your footsteps as you turned the corner to find your locker clicking it open angrily sliding your books into their respective spots. Pathetic was the only word you could describe yourself in that moment, standing at your locker alone, crying over a boy who had absolutely no interest in you.

The silence in the hallway is calming, only the distance sound of cafeteria chatter and quiet squeaky footsteps from a passerby.

“Hi” a male voice chirps snapping you from your Spencer induced brain fog, almost knocking the wind from you in shock.

“Oh my god- you scared me” you breath grasping your chest a little, your eyes widen at your state, turning away from him a little to quickly wipe the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“I’m sorry” he laughs a little, his brows furrowing as you turn around “I just wanted to ask if we were still practice dating tonight?” a concerned look painted across his face as you turned back, he noticed your eyes immediately.

Arguably his favourite thing about you.

“Are you okay?” He questions noticing your nose red from rubbing it, and the small sniffles escaping while he talked, he could tell you were crying, he just didn’t know why.

“I’m fine” you mumble moving your books around not daring to make eye contact with him, instead facing your locker while you conversed “And we might have to reschedule, I’m really busy-” you continue.

“Please?” he whispers, eyes widening under his glasses leaning in a little closer in attempts for you to look at him, your actions freeze at his words huffing in defeat, you turn to face him for a moment.

Only then he got a clear view of your face, your pretty eyes covered with a thin layer of glassy tears that were on the brink of falling he could almost see his reflection in them, your long thick eyelashes darkened with your tears “Fine” you nod, your eyes dropping down to avoid his stare, frankly it was making you a little nervous.

It was like your next movements where a calculated blur, grabbing your textbooks before slamming your locker shut to brush past Spencer without another word. Sniffles following as you made your way down the hall, silently cursing yourself out on the way to your next class.

You didn’t know why seeing him with someone else had worked you up so much, and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. You knew he didn’t like you, if you hadn’t been so desperate to hang out with him you wouldn’t have picked up the stupid letter, you brought this on yourself.

But Spencer’s heart did the thing again when he watched you walk down the hall.

You spent what felt like the whole of fifth period stealing glances at Spencer, which was absolutely not discrete since you always sat in front of him and you could only check the clock that hung on the back of the classroom wall so many times before it became suspicious, if it wasn’t already.

You absolutely could not recall a singular word your teacher had spoken about, your mind completely fogged with thoughts of Sadie’s stupid hair and stupid nails dragging across Spencer’s locks or the way she dragged his glasses off his face which made you glad you didn’t eat lunch.

So when Mrs. Abernathy claimed you’d be splitting off into partners, you wanted to grab Spencer’s arm and yank him away from Sadie but you knew you couldn’t. You had to settle for Ethan not a bad choice in hindsight he was the smartest hockey player so you knew he’d at least would’ve been paying attention unlike you.

But you weren’t the only one who’s mind was absolutely full with thoughts of another, Spencer’s head felt sore at how much he was thinking of you, his heart ached at the sight of you upset, and as much as he hated it he couldn’t control it.

“I’m excited for this weekend” the pretty red head giggled under her large plastic goggles, Spencer’s head turned at the sound of her voice, snapping him from his gaze on you, he watched as she twisted the gas valve attached to the bunsen burner.

“What?” Spencer mutters in response as she lifts her head to meet his, his eyes widen in realisation “oh!” He rushes, absolutely mortified he had forgotten “ice skating, of course! I’m so excited” he scrambles quickly as her face began to drop, it quickly picks up at his words before she continues to quickly strike a match.

His eyes wander from the pages of his poorly written notebook, to the silver work bench across from him. The work bench that you were at, your teary eyes replaced by being slightly scrunched in laughter at whatever the curly haired brunette boy had muttered in your ear. Spencer’s eyes furrowed at the sight.

What could he possibly be saying to make you laugh?

“They’re cute right?” Sadie chirps holding a clear glass beaker while she swirled the blue liquid with a stirring stick, snapped out of his gaze once again, his face painted with confusion, he turns to face Sadie for a moment without a word, she seems equally confused at his silence before placing the beaker down for a moment “Ethan and y/n?” she adds in hopes of him understanding.

“Are they dating?” He rushes quickly grabbing the beaker from the bench before swirling the liquid himself.

Sadie giggles a little before responding “No I don’t think so” going back to write a little in her note book “She doesn’t really date, doesn’t stop guys from trying” she goes on to say, focused on her neatly lined notes, failing to notice Spencer’s usually pale pink knuckles suddenly turning white with how hard he was gripping the glass beaker.

“Okay! So we just have to add- Spencer!” Sadie shrieks as the glass shatters in his hand spilling the liquid all over the both of them, shards of glass piercing into his skin. He’s shocked at her reaction at first, completely unknowing of the mess he had made all over the bench, and her cheerleading uniform. “I just steam pressed this” Sadie claims eyes glued onto her now, blue stained uniform.

“Mr. Reid” Mrs.Abernathy states only the tiniest bit of concern lacing her statement “Please go to the nurse you’re bleeding all over my bench” she bores again, Spencer’s state only earns a giggle from you, concerned of course, but his deer in headlights stance and absolute silence, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“And Ms. Y/L/N, since you think it’s so funny you can take him” your quiet laughing stops at her stern words.

“But-”

“Now” She adds with not an ounce of sympathy dripping from her words, your eyes snap from her to Spencer who stood picking pieces of glass from his hand, you physically cringed at the sight before a groan escapes your lips. His eyes meet yours for a moment, your eyes rolling seemed to be the only appropriate response before you nod your head towards the door ushering him to follow you.

The silence in the unoccupied hallways was deafening, only the sounds of your shoes squeaking filling the air, you could hear Spencer whimpering a tiny bit behind you, you swore it took your whole strength not to turn around and tell him to shut-up, but you knew whatever you were angry at wasn’t technically his fault.

Your shoes squeaked a little louder as you both took a sharp turn into the nurses office, almost immediately greeted with a high pitched “oh my gosh!” The nurse squeaked as she saw the state of Spencer holding his bloody glass punctured hand “sit down!” She adds patting the examination table beckoning for Spencer, he responds with a weak nod before complying.

You weren’t sure on whether you were meant to leave or stay with Spencer in this situation, of course a part of you wanted to stay with him, comfort him until he felt better. But another part of you wanted to leave him there, claiming that if Sadie cared enough she’d be here instead of you.

But you stayed.

“y/n can you wrap it up for me I just have to grab something from across the hall” the nurse rushed holding a plastic bag with shards of red stained class, she barely looked up for an answer from you before zipping the bag up and rushing for the door.

“But Kate-”

“Just do it” she calls out, her small frame already half way out the door before you could even protest, your eyes shift back to Spencer who sat slumped on the table while he meekly sent a smile in your direction.

Despite your resistance, you sighed a little before reaching towards the top shelf grabbing alcohol spray and bandages before moving to meet Spencer at the table “this is gonna hurt a little okay?” You mumble gently grabbing his skinny wrist, turning it so his injured hand faced you, you bit your lip in concentration as you lined up the alcohol to spray at his wounds.

He winced a little at the sting before nodding for you to continue, you couldn’t help but enjoy the small whimpers falling from his lips, you felt perverted for it, but you were sure anyone would agree. It also made you realise how big his hands were in comparison to yours, you wanted so badly to just be able to hold it, for it to touch you.

You looked up at his face for a moment, watching how he caught his bottom lip in his teeth, eyes focused on his hand in pain, that was enough to make you huff with a loss of breath.

Cleaning up his hand, you toss his bloody gauze into the bin quickly turning to face away from him to wash your hands “you call Nurse Abbott, Kate?” He mutters, frowning as he takes a look at the state of his hand.

You pause for a second, brows knitting at his question, you hadn’t even realised you had called her that it had become normal to you “yeah I don’t know I’m in here a lot” you mumble in response back turning around to grab a dressing “I get migraines sometimes so she lets me sit in here” you continue, lining up the dressing on the biggest cut on his hand.

You couldn’t help yourself but stare at the lines and creases in his hands while you tended to him, the way his veins popped when would accidentally clench at the stinging was enough for you to bite your lip in frustration.

“You still get those?” He adds finally looking up from his hand to you, his eyes zoning on your the way your pretty eyebrows furrowed in concentration, your long eyelashes and pretty pump lips, licking them every now and then.

“You remember” Mumbling you toss the dressing wrappers away not daring to meet Spencer’s eyes while doing so.

“Yeah they used to scare me” he laughs while your hand brushes over his, memories of times you had to lay in a quiet pitch black room ran through your mind, and the way you’d yell at him if he opened the door letting the light in. You always felt bad for yelling at him, you knew he probably just wanted to play Mario kart so you’d bake him cupcakes to make up for it.

“Are we still fake dating tonight?” He adds, leaning his head down a little for his eyes to meet yours. You cringe a little at his wording cause selfishly, you didn’t want it to be a fake date, you wanted to real date him and you wanted him to real date you.

“Spence” you mutter no louder than a whisper, you don’t meet his eyes, instead focused on finishing up his hand “your hand” you mention looking up at him for a split second to look back down at his hand, coloured white with the bandage wrapped around it.

“It’s okay” he rushed “It doesn’t hurt that bad” now you didn’t buy that for a second, you surprised he didn’t need stitches and he was a terrible liar “I can hold onto the railing.. please” you were strong, you could admit that but the pleading along with his big round eyes beaming up at you almost twinkling under the fluorescent lighting.

“Maybe” you breathe, surprised you didn’t immediately say yes the minute he started begging.

He seemed momentarily satisfied with your answer “done” you whisper smiling back up at him, only you realised he was already looking at you, not just looking at you, but looking into you. His eyes exploring the depths of yours, like he was desperate to see behind them. And honestly he was, he wanted to be in your brain at this very moment, wanted to know what you were thinking, how you were feeling but he couldn’t tell, only noting the quick rise and fall of your chest and your glistening bottom lip as you licked it, you were nervous.

His eyes moved from your eyes, along your jawline and all across your face, counting every beauty spot every freckle, you both scanned each others faces, searching for something you couldn’t even answer only the sounds of your breathes mixing in with each other filling the what felt like warm air.

Your eyes both meet each others for a second, brows furrowing in curiosity, your eyes faulting from his eyes to his lips, disparity fuelling in the pit of your stomach.

“Okay!” A voice booms from the corridor adjacent to the door “oh! y/n I didn’t think you’d wrap it so quickly” she adds looking up from her clipboard at the both of you.

You must’ve looked like a deer in headlights, both pulled from the depths of your gaze on each other, you’d never seen him look at you like that, and honestly you didn’t even know what it meant. You’d never seen him look at anyone like that.

“Sorry” you mumble a little sheepishly, dropping Spencer’s hand into his lap which you were unaware you were still holding, embarrassed that you had pretty much eye fucked him “I’ll go now” nodding at Kate before attempting to make your way to the doorway, but not without Spencer’s uninjured hand grabbing your wrist.

“Tonight?” He queried again tilting his head to the side like a puppy dog, his big brown eyes shining in your direction which absolutely did not help your case.

Your mind fights it for a little, there was no way he should be out ice skating with an injured hand, and you also didn’t really want to go after seeing the way him and Sadie were getting to know each other in the cafeteria. But despite all that, you selfishly just wanted to feel like you were the one on a date with him.

“Please” he whispers his lanky hand still gently gripping your wrist.

Yep that’ll do it

“Fine” you groan, defeat dripping from your words rolling your eyes in annoyance, false annoyance.

It was hard to act annoyed when the biggest grin grew on his pretty little face, you would’ve almost forgotten that his hand had pretty much been mauled by a glass beaker.

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Just the Assistant

Pairing: James Hetfeild x f!reader

Summary: When James got divorced, he hired Y/N just to be someone who could help him with things or do something for him when he couldn’t. They got along great even with Y/N being so much younger than him…perhaps they got along better than they should. When Y/N gets snowed in and is forced to stay at his place for the night, this take a turn for the better

Warnings: Age Gap, besides that literally just fluff

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“Y/N? What are you still doing here? You could’ve gone home an hour ago.” James questioned the second he came downstairs and found the woman sitting over on the ground by his front door.

Y/N let out a yelp when she all the sudden heard James’s voice, shooting her eyes up from her phone. “Oh! Hi! I would’ve been gone…just waiting for the snow to die down at least a bit so I can maybe drive home without killing myself.” She shrugged a bit, her tone full of sarcasm, tilting her head over to the window.

James diverted his eyes over to the large window by his front door, his eyes widening when he saw just how bad the snow was, “damn it’s really been coming down.” James mumbled more to himself before his attention went back to the girl. “You do realize you didn’t have to sit on the ground right…? You could’ve waited on the couch.” James chuckled a bit, really not getting why she chose to sit on the ground of all places.

Y/N let out almost an embarrassed laugh, her cheeks flushing a bit when he pointed out the fact that she chose the ground of all places. “Oh-I just didn’t wanna bug you or anything if you were wanting to watch something or whatever since I was still here.” Y/N mumbled out, shrugging a bit.

“Hm…cute.”James thought to himself when he saw her pink cheeks before he shook his head a bit with a smile still on his face and walked over in front of the girl, offering her his hand, “first off, you never bug me. Second off, a movie actually does sound nice so common.” James spoke with almost no room to argue. He really knew he shouldn’t, but the fact that she was stuck at his house for who knows how many hours cause there was no way he would let her drive home in weather like that, it sounded quite appealing to him getting to spend some time with her when she wasn’t working.

Y/N paused for a second, just staring at his hand. She knew she was probably gonna be stuck at his house for the rest of the day, maybe even the night. But the idea of spending actual time with him, alone, in his living room, not working, it sounded incredibly appealing to her. “Yea…sure…” Y/N muttered, shutting off her phone and grabbing his hand to pull herself up, letting her hand linger in his for a moment once she was standing before pulling her hand away from his.

James knew this was probably a really bad idea. He knew he shouldn’t think about her the way he did. She was younger, and his assistant. Yet there was just something about her that made him want her. James grabbed her hand back in his, tugging her along with him to his living room without another word.

Y/N couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter when he grabbed her hand back and led her to his living room, deciding to just let herself enjoy the attention while she could, trying her best not to get her hopes up at the chance that maybe he felt the same way about her that she did him. She happily just followed him over to his living room, not once letting go of his hand until he let hers go when he went to grab the remote.

“Anything you have in mind…?” James questioned, turning his tv on before his attention went back to Y/N.

Y/N shrugged a bit, finding a seat on his couch and letting herself get comfortable, “whatever you wanna watch I’m fine with.” Y/N simply spoke with a small smile still on her face, earning a small nod from James before he walked over and sat a bit closer than needed next to her. Y/N glanced over at him when she noticed just how close he sat next to her, honestly not even minding the close proximity they had. She glanced over at one of the windows in his living room for a moment, “i might be stuck here for a bit so…” Y/N mumbled, seeing how the snow falling still hadn’t died down at all.

James glanced over at the girl with a small smile as he scrolled through what was on tv, “not an issue for me.” James simply mumbled back, not really knowing where the slight confidence was coming from, turning his full attention back to the tv when he realized he was staring a bit.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile just a bit more when James seemed to have no problem at all with her being stuck there for who knows how long, just letting herself get comfortable.

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Just as Y/N thought, by the time the sun started setting, the snow had just gotten worse. “You may as well just stay here tonight…” James spoke suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence they had after they had found a movie to watch, making Y/N move her gaze back over to him.

“You don’t have to let me stay James…I’m sure I can get home…” Y/N muttered, honestly not wanting him to feel forced to let her stay.

“I’m not letting you drive home in this weather. You’re staying.” James simply spoke back, once again, not leaving any room for any protest.

Y/N was about to open her mouth to argue but shut it and just simply nodded, honestly finding it really sweet how he didn’t even let her argue, glancing over him for a moment before turning her attention back to the tv.

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Within the next hour, Y/N had started dozing off without even realizing it until she was in a light sleep, her head laying back on the backside of the couch. The only way James even realized she was asleep was when he felt her shift a bit so her body was closer to him. James couldn’t help but admire her and how peaceful she was for a few seconds before he decided to just say screw it, moving just a bit closer to her and gently pushing her head onto his shoulder in a small attempt of letting her be more comfortable, wrapping one of his arms around her shoulders to keep her close to him.

Y/N had been in a light sleep when she felt James move her a bit, letting out a small hum when her head came in contact with his shoulder. She wasn’t awake but she wasn’t asleep, she still knew perfectly well what was happening and could still hear his breathing. Feeling how he was the one who pulled her over to him, it gave her a small sense of hope at the chance that he felt the same about her. She didn’t bother opening her eyes, just letting herself get comfortable and lean against him a bit.

James stayed quiet for a bit, occasionally rubbing his thumb over her shoulder, a smile on her face when he realized she was actually happy being so close to him. When he thought she was completely asleep, James decided to just let words come out of his mouth, “I know you can’t even hear me right now…and I know this is a bad idea if you can hear me…” James started speaking quietly, Y/N feeling his eyes on her face. Feeling her curiosity spike, she just kept her eyes shut and let him talk.

After another moment of silence, “but I think you’re beautiful…sweet…funny…you’re what I want in a woman…even if it’s wrong. You’re my assistant…but I just needed to say it…there’s so much I want to say to you but don’t know how…so I guess what I’m trying to say is I think I’m in love with you…” James mumbled, keeping his voice quite almost as if he was scared of the own words he was saying. “Even if you can’t hear me I needed to say that…” James added, letting out a sigh after really thinking she was asleep, having to have just needed to say something with how close she was to him.

Y/N stayed quiet for a bit, feeling her heart flutter when his words finally registered completely in her head. She simply nuzzled a bit closer to him, her eyes still shut, “I love you too…” she muttered quietly before she felt herself slowly start to fall into a deep and happy sleep, almost feeling her heart skip a beat at the fact that she actually just said that.

James almost panicked when she nuzzled closer to him, making him realize that she was at least awake enough to hear his words. Yet, hearing her say she loved him to…he couldn’t even remember the last time he felt that happy. James opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was just his breathes. James slowly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her with him as he moved a bit to be laying down on his couch, pulling her with him so her head was against his chest, simply just holding her there with a small smile on his face.

Y/N had fallen into a comfortable sleep, yet when she felt her body being moved again, feeling her head against his chest, she let out another hum, using the last of the strength she had to wrap her arm loosely around his middle, completely relaxing against him. Sure, they’d probably end up talking about this in the morning…but this was the one time Y/N fell asleep actually happy with the Colorado snow coming down as hard as it has been…