i imagine the live camera feed goes off one night while youre lying in bed. new sheets still hugging you warm after the dryer. the boys are off doing their personal night routines, heavy guard dogs lay at your feet.
with the chime of your phone, a notification alerts you of outside movement. you consider it to be a waving branch or passing car, yet check it nonetheless. something about inner intuition.
youre glad you did.
watching silently as someones shadow skirts along the darker parts of around your house. passing the kitchen windows with a ducked head, then round the back.
"fuck," you bite your lip. sighing quietly as you toss your phone. "johnathan!" four heads from the bathroom peek around the doorframe slow, eyes open with the use of a full name. johnny fights a grin, ready to watch his captain get chewed out by their lady.
"..ye' love?"
"theres some weird guy wandering 'round the house outside," you inform dryly. plucking your phone back up and leaving said comment there. you reach for your wine glass on the bedside table, sipping as their hearts fall to their ass.
sure, anxiety stirs low in your gut. nipping at your reason and concious. but youre also keen of what your boys have lived through, the dirtest negotiations and most horrific actions.
alway do they come back home into your arms.
you could blame it on pure lack of sleep, but its nicer to pin it on the assumption youre probably the safest person in town.
so you continue with scrolling through ao3.
paying a half mind as military tense rounds over their bodies. simon whistles for the dogs and grabs his pistol. grunting and rolling his bare shoulders in atonished anger at somones sheer audacity. i mean for fuck sakes the mans tired. 
johnnys sneaking grin falls, replaced by a flat face as hes quick to grab a flashlight and gun. moving out the door on simons heels. big dogs herding around them.
"stay 'ere yeah love? dont open the fuckin' door," johns voice is a low growl. grabbing a hunters knife ( anniversary gift from you, his names carved in the wood ) and moving to the window. room lights flipped off when johnny left. scanning the open grass with an annoyed brow twitch. "kyle, wi' me."
kyle nods, glancing back three times to make sure youre content. careful to lock the bedroom door and leave a weapon with you, which he drills in not to touch less you hear the burglar. with a final glance, hes gone with the rest of them.
your ears perk for movement outside. glass shatters and a door kicks open. youre pretty sure you hear the guy shriek — most definitely simons doing, weird fucker was waiting in the dark — a brisk struggle before the house falls silent, words they dont want you hearing are exchanged then hes thrown out onto the grass.
hes quick to jump up and scurry off, wet pants uncomfortable and now stinking.
you sigh with annoyance, replacing windows was the biggest bitch. but whatever, sukuna is realizing his love for Y/N.
This is a very serious post, but I know I have to do it. Please take care of yourself, and just scroll away if you need to. tw: rape/sexual assault, domestic abuse
haunting adeline is becoming a film, and this is so dangerous for so many reasons. The book itself is already harmful to many survivors, and it is overall just disgusting. I don't even know HOW or WHY it was passed to become a movie. It's NOT dark romance. It's not romance at all. Sexual abuse should never be taken lightly, and surely can't be NORMALIZED. And what I'm extremely worried about is that men will see this movie and think women want to be treated like that because it's "romantic." And what do you think that will lead to? My stomach hurts for what's going to happen. This disgusting book should have never been turned into a movie.
Please repost this, share, or anything. This is very serious and needs attention brought to it. And if you're comfortable, I urge everyone to sign a petition to get the film stopped.
The link is right here. No pressure if that's an uncomfortable thing for you, but the more people sign, the better.
I'm going to tag everyone, but please just tell me to remove you if it makes you uncomfortable, I never want to put someone in that situation.
now can you please make the 'did i say yes?' jeans🧎♀️
dont forget to tag me, if u did💘
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Includes⤷ Jason Todd & Dick Grayson.
Summary⤷ Wearing "Did I say Yes" jeans.
Content: f!reader unless you ignore the vaginal vocab, Dick eating a sweaty pussy? & oral. Tell me if I missed any others.ᐟ
A/n: I hope writing only Jason and Dick was okay @lianelawrencey
⋆˚࿔Jason Todd
“Perhaps we could make pasta for dinner.” You suggest, stepping onto the door mate that you and Jason both bought together, after deciding to move in with him. Or more like begged you to move in with him, pleading on how you would be safer with him.
“Pasta?” He questions scuffing his eyebrows, following behind you with two full bags of groceries hanging from his muscular arms.
“Yeah! I found this recipe on Tiktok that looks amazing.” You reply, removing your sneakers and putting them on the shoe bench, your back facing him. “You can leave the groceries on the island top.” you tell him.
Jason lowers the bags onto the surface before swiftly grabbing your wrist pulling you down onto the plush couch.
“Jason what the hell?!”
“Mmm…I was thinking of having something else for dinner.” He shifts above you, face so close to his neck that you could see the sweat and musk from Gotham's heatwave.
“What do you mean?” Your eyes innocently stare up at him. Oh how he wants to ruin you so bad.
“Let me show you then..” His hands lift away from beside your head, one of his knees split in between your legs, before he’s fully knelt down between them. The only thing you could do was look at him in gawp. His fingers go down to pull on the silver zipper that’s blocking him from your sweet cunt. As he's about to pull your jeans down, he notices the stitched wording on the inner zipper. “Did I say yes?” He mutters to himself. Looking up at you with eyes that scream ‘really’. “Well what’s your answer then, princess?”
“And what if I say no?” You reply, teasing him.
“Then I guess I won’t be able to satisfy you..” He frowns at you, looking back at you like a sad puppy. “So sad.” He begins to get up from the spot on the carpet, but he's pushed back down by you.
“I was joking! My answer is yes.” A small pout forming on your face.
He lets a low chuckle, breathing in a breath “Good answer.” He quickly pulls the jeans down your legs, revealing a pair of his favorite panties, the one with a small bow on the top. “Hm, cute.” He says pulling them down as well, the summer heat hitting your clit. “Bon appitete.” Shoving his face into your cunt.
⋆˚࿔ Dick Grayson
“I am never going on a run with you ever again!” Sweat dripping down your forehead. “Turn on the AC right now.” You grumble out, throwing your shoes to god knows where before plopping down onto a kitchen chair.
Dick returns, AC controller in his hand before setting it down on the table, the sound of the AC starting fills the room. “What made you think running in jeans was a good idea?”
“I didn’t want to run in those ugly track leggings that you got me.” You glare up at him. He grabs a tissue, wiping the sweat away from your face and neck.
He pauses,“They were not ugly?! Plus it helps bring out your ass.” He replies. You smack his face “Hey!”. You both stare at each other for a long minute before bursting into laughter. “I could help bring your mood up, you know.”
“Yeah? How?”
Dick puts down the tissue before bending down in between your legs. “Dick I'm all gross and sweaty, I don’t think that's a good idea. Let me shower first at least.” His grip tightens around your legs. “Dick.”
“I fight villains for a living, babe. I’m not afraid of some sweat mixed with pussy juice.” His hands go to unzip the zipper of your jeans, but before anything else could happen, his eyes catch the imprint of the words ‘Did I say yes’ on your jeans. “Oh ok wow. Well, can I?” He looks up at you, waiting for your answer patiently.
“You sure you don’t mind the sweat?” He frantically nods his head. “Go ahead.” Getting the green light he finally pulls down the jeans along with your underwear. His tongue licks up your silt before he's fully lapping up your juices.
“Isn’t this great?” Dick mumbles, face still buried between your legs.
“Mmmm…I think..ngh..I need a shower right after this.” You breath out in between breaths, fingers gripping his black sweaty hair.
Are we deadass? Just because of vocabulary, and the use of similes? (from what I’m seeing). I have not touched any form of AI when writing my fics and never will. You do not get to accuse my writing of AI when I spend time on Google Docs, thinking and writing words that best help readers visualize what’s happening in my scenarios. Since you truly think my writing is Ai, I added the doc for the fic you mentioned and also past ones from all the way from 2024. It shows on there on how long I worked on the fic for, which was around 1hr and 30mins for this one since it’s short. Also, how can you tell if the website you are using is accurate when I went to check it myself and got a whole different conclusion, and yes it is the exact same website. These detectors are prone to false positives and systemic biases, meaning you can never truly verify if someone is using Ai, unless if it’s very obvious or they have no proof of actually writing. Also in the image I’m seeing, did you only scan Jason’s part? Because if it is, I would love to see all the other sentences that would be considered ‘AI’. I don’t know if the other ‘stories’ also refer to the smaus but if they are, just to be clear, why would I use AI for such easy content? I spend time on my work, I am sorry for how much I’m blabbering. I don’t know how much more I need to give you. Are you really accusing writers based of on your intuition and the ‘proof’ of an ai detector? @opafonkel
Includes: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Hal Jordan, & Tim Drake
Summary: How would they react to "Lucky You" jeans
Content: f!reader unless you ignore the vaginal vocabulary, might be oc, fingering, & oral. Tell me if I missed any others .ᐟ
✶⋆.˚Jason Todd
Jason would be fumbling with the zipper, probably in a hurry, when his eyes caught something unusual. He’d pull it down further, trying to see the words more clearly, his eyes catching the printed letters: “lucky you” with a clover at the end.
A slow, predatory like grin would spread across his face, breath catching in his throat. The realization hitting him like a physical force.
”Lucky me?” he’d breathe out, voice rough and thick, panting from previously kissing you.
He’d then tug down the jeans down faster, a possessive, urgent need igniting within him.
”Yeah,” he’d practically growl, his voice low and raw, “damm right. Lucky me,” before forcefully getting rid of your underwear, spreading your legs in the process as well.
✶⋆.˚Bruce Wayne
The door to his quarters slam open, he’s carrying you in his arms, lips and tongues intertwined.
The air was now filled with warmth and the longing for each other's touch. Bruce throws you on to the soft mattress of his king sized bed, both of you pulling away from the kiss.
As you shifted slightly, trying to quickly unzip your jeans, Bruce's gaze shifted down, noticing the "lucky you” peeking from the inside of your jeans.
A slow, genuinely delighted smile spread across his face.
Lifting his head up to look at your face, his usual neat black hair now messy and scrambled from your fingers tugging and pulling at it earlier. Hovering over you, he whispers in your ear, “Lucky me?” He then reaches down to gently trace the edge of the fabric. “You have no idea how lucky I feel,”.
He pulls you closer, your clothed cunt meeting his crotch.
“Now let me make you feel good, hm?” He says as he pulls both your unzipped jeans and underwear off.
✶⋆.˚Hal Jordan
His large body hovers over yours, lips meeting your neck. He’s kissing and nibbling all over your skin.
Hal pulls away, before he moves down to your legs, his face in between your thighs. You could feel the warmth from his breath landing on your clothed cunt.
His fingers travel to the zipper of your jeans, pulling the small piece of metal down. His eyes notice the imprint of the words splattered on the fabric of your jeans. He looks up to your face and then back to the words before letting out a low chuckle.
”Lucky me? Always with the little surprises, aren't you?” he asks, a gentle teasing tone in his voice.
“Lets see how lucky I really am then,” he says with a glimmer in his eyes.
Hal swiftly pulls down both your jeans and underwear, exposing your throbbing pussy. His mouth latches onto your heat, swirling his tongue around the clit. Your hands grip his brown hair, while his mouth continues its work on your lower area, determined to make you finish.
✶⋆.˚Tim Drake
Tim’s gaze locked with yours, a shared amusement dancing in his eyes as your hand deliberately went to your jeans zipper.
He watched the slow, almost teasing way you began to unzip them, a knowing smirk playing on your lips as the hidden “Lucky you” was revealed.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek, his voice met your ear “What have we here?” His hand goes down to cover yours, the touch sending a jolt through you as he helps you to finish unzipping.
Your hips lift up slightly to make it easier to discard the jeans and your underwear. Tim then pulls you upward so that your back meets his chest before forcing your legs apart, his fingers glide down between your thighs. ”Wet already?” he says before pushing in two fingers, forcing a moan out of you.
summary: when the prince of dragonstone visits the north on a diplomatic mission, you begin to notice just how close he and your husband are. the last thing you expect is for him to set his sights on you, and for your husband to be content to let him see. coming soon.
tentative warnings: smut (minors dni), mallister!reader, afab!reader, canon divergence (no dance!), sexual tension between EVERYONE, piv sex, multiple orgasms, m/m/f threesome (heavy on the m/m), jace is SNEAKY!!!, switch!jace, dom!cregan, switch!reader, implied emotional affair/leftover feelings between cregan and jace if you squint but reader doesn’t really gaf, if anything shes genuinely fujoing out, reader and cregan have sex and both moan jace's name (what's the opposite of cucking?), blowjobs, sloppy seconds, hot springs sex, alcohol consumption, more warnings to come with finished fic.
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“Dragons consider gentle hesitation as a sign of respect,” Jace continued, still petting Vermax’s side, “Oftentimes those who have never so much as seen a dragon think they can tame them with their touch. It never ends well, I have seen it myself. They are not lap dogs, my lady.”
You wanted to laugh, looking back at Jace. “Are they not? I hadn’t realized.”
The Prince of Dragonstone seemed to be enjoying himself far too much for your comfort. He stepped away from the dragon, in your direction. “There is a fine line, funnily enough. Hubris aggravates them. Excessive displays of fear make them impatient.”
His smile faded, but his expression remained warm. Beckoning you closer. “Come. He won’t harm you while I’m here.”
Moving too suddenly around the dragon, in your opinion, Jace swept forward and closed the gap between you both. He stepped behind you, a hand coming up to the small of your back to guide you. The other traced your arm gently, starting from your elbow and ghosting down until his fingers wrapped themselves around your wrist.
His touch was light. His palms were cold, calloused from years of dragonriding. He lowered his voice to a murmur, speaking from over your shoulder.
“Here,” He offered, using his grip to raise your hand, “Let me help you.”
With Jace as your guide, Vermax lowered his head. You could feel the dragon’s hot breath warming the space, being pushed low with his exhales and moving up as the heat from within him expanded before rising up into the rafters of the barn. The smell of smoke filled your nose.
“Slowly.” Jace’s mouth was both too close and too far away from your ear. “Though he’s harmless, right now at least.”
“Is he as gentle as you, my prince?” You asked, and he exhaled–an almost laugh with such a specific sound you didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling again. He sounded closer now.
The emerald dragon was inches from you now, rumbling low. You could feel the sweat beginning to form in your hairline.
Jace’s lip pressed itself to your ear. Your eyes fluttered shut, and his voice lowered itself to a whisper.
“Whoever said I was gentle, Lady Stark?”
Scales in your palm, pressing up into you. Fingertips at your knuckles, holding tightly. Your eyes opened, and it fell into place for you as you peered up at Vermax, now nuzzling into your palm.
“You are one,” You murmured, awestruck.
Jace nodded proudly, the movement vivid against the side of your head. “He is mine own brother in all but blood. Were one of us to die, the other would feel a hollow in our chest the rest of our days.”
“Does that scare you?”
This time, Jace doesn’t nod. You heard him swallow. He let loose a shaky breath, now too looking at his dragon. His hand prompted yours, and you began to scratch the tip of Vermax’s nose. Vermax let out a pleased huff, but it did little to assuage Jace.
“It is my worst fear,” The prince admitted, “One so strong I’ve lost count of the nightmares it has brought me.”
Your head turned to look at him then. Emotions danced in his eyes—pain, admiration, admiration, all for his dragon. He looked so young, still. Even if it was winter, and the sun was dull and dim, freckles still spanned his sharp cheekbones and angular nose. If you wanted to, you could probably count every single one. Gods, did you want to.
With a purse of your lips you realized just how close he was. Jace wasn’t looking at you, however. And Vermax, despite pressing into your palm, was looking at Jace.
They have known each other for a thousand years, it would have seemed. There was some sort of conversation happening here you were not physically capable of being privy to. It was all too familiar, you thought, and your lips turned up before you could help it.
This drew Jace’s attention. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. Face to face now, still behind you. Pressing close. Too close. “What?”
“This is a talent of yours, Jace. Holding entire conversations with your eyes.”
He shook his head. “It is a bond between dragon and rider.”
Your eyes widened, gaze curious but not prying. “Oh? Since when is my lord husband your dragon, then?”
Jace looked surprised for a moment, before scanning your face. Dark eyes lingered on your lips a beat too long, causing your breath to hitch.
“Is that jealousy I hear, Lady Stark?”
Now you shook your head with a wry smile. “Not at all. I’m simply curious.”
Jace’s forehead tilted forward, ever playful. His breath fanned your face. “Ask away, then. I am an open book.”
“You may be an open book, Prince Jacaerys,” You murmured, blood roaring in your ears, “Yet my lord husband seals himself shut until you are at his side.”
“What can I say,” He whispered, nose ghosting across yours, “I’ve a gift for opening people up.”
If either of you moved half an inch closer, your lips would touch. This was an exquisite torture. Surely, this was crossing someone’s line. Yours, Jace’s, Cregan’s. At some point they merged. Stopped being lines and curved, woven into a circle.
You exhaled steadily. Vermax, suddenly disinterested, stepped away. Jace didn’t let go of your hand as you lowered it. The fingers other hand—when had it moved from the small of your back to your hip?—inched along the edge of your cloak, threatening to dip inside.
You were warm. The dragon was warm—surely, this was why. You should have stepped away. Jace should have stepped away. This was hardly proper.
“You and my husband share the strangest bond,” You pointed out, “One I’ve seldom seen between men.”
The statement was a question you didn’t need to pose. Jace hummed, raising his eyebrows. Goading. Expecting. His hand had found its way into your cloak, fingerpads brushing your wool dress.
“Is this an accusation, my lady?” His low tone held no malice, hand tightened against your hip. The rise and fall of his chest pressed up against your back told you everything you needed to know. He wanted this as much as you did.
“Not in the slightest, my prince,” A third time, you shook your head, slower. More deliberate. Using the movement to brush the tip of your nose against his. A small smile graced his pretty lips, lips now so close to yours anyone from afar would immediately think the worst of Lady Stark and The Prince of Dragonstone.
His nose pressed harder into yours. The hand over yours, now at your side, burning where he touched. His other hand, lingering just below your breast. Your mouth tipped open, nearly trembling with anticipation. Every second grew infinite.
“No?” Jace murmured, eyes trained on your parted lips, “What should I take it for, then?”
He dragged a finger across your wedding band. You felt your mouth go dry.
An invitation, you wanted to say. A door I want you to open.
He would have kissed you. Or you would have kissed him. Someone would have stumbled in the next few seconds, you knew it to be true. Your blood was running too hot and the pupils of his dark eyes were too dilated. You were two objects in unstoppable movement in the direct line of each other’s fire. The collision would have been inevitable and ruinous and you would have welcomed it with open arms.
But then Vermax’s head snapped up, grunting at something behind you. Jace, feeling his dragon’s altered state, split from you. You jumped at both of their movements, perfectly in sync with each other. And when the you both turned, your eyes landed on one of your guards lingering in the doorway, looking incredibly uncomfortable at the entire ordeal.
“Y-your grace. Lady Stark,” He said, “Lord Cregan has returned.”
You cleared your throat a little too loudly, hands smoothing out your dress. At your side, the prince clasped his hands behind his back. He clenched his jaw, and any hint of his playfulness was gone.
“Yes... Yes, of course,” You sighed, heart pounding, “Thank you, Ser Justin.”
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Synopsis: As finals grow closer, your love life is still pathetically horrible. That's until your friend, Shoko, invites you to some frat party not knowing meeting the local tattoo boy would change the love curse you so dearly hold.
-Synopsis: As finals grow closer, your love life is still pathetically horrible. That's until your friend, Shoko, invites you to some l party not knowing meeting the local tattoo boy would change the love curse you so dearly hold.
Standing outside the suburban house, a silhouette of steel and glass against the twilight sky, you could hear the throbbing of some 2000s song you barely recognized playing in the background, making the walls themselves seem to vibrate.
Upon entering through the front door, red plastic cups overflowed on every surface, and the air was a potent mix of cheap beer and sweat.
Shoko was supposed to meet you at the front door,but since she wasn’t there you had to squeeze yourself through the big crowd trying to make out her brunette head. Packed with people shoulder-to-shoulder, shouting to be heard over the din.
“There you are!”
Shoko comes around a hallway corner, jogging up to where you are.
“You weren't answering my texts.” she says with a hint of annoyance, holding up her phone to your face.
“Huh..?” pulling out your phone from the pocket of your jeans and unlocking it, no signal. Ah thats why.
“Well whatever, come along now! Maki and the rest have already arrived and are waiting for us.”
Grabbing your wrist, she drags you to a corner in the maze of a house. Sitting on the velvet grey couch was Maki, Yuta, and everyone else.Until your eyes roamed to the right side of the couch; sitting there was a group of men you didn’t recognize. The pink-haired guy looks like he had way too much to drink and could really use a break or something, laughing and hollering with some other guy with white hair, both manspread along the couch. Across from them, sat a man with long hair; his hair was tied up in a messy man bun. The way his biceps were slightly bulging out of the white slim shirt he was wearing gave you the urge to get him into your bed.
“[name]!”
Getting cut off from your day dreaming by Maki, you quickly find a seat next to Inumaki,the couch slightly dents as you sit down.
“So..have you found your valentine yet?” Shoko asks with a suspicious amount of sarcasm.
“Me?” you say pointing at yourself with your index finger.
“Who else?!” Shoko exclaimed.
“You know damn well I haven’t found anyone” you say with a scoff, crossing your legs.
“Oh Choso!” Shoko calls out to the other side of the couch
“Hm?” a low but gentle voice came from the direction Shoko called from.
You didn’t even notice him when you first came in. A pair of black converse stops in front of Shoko. The guy's hair was slightly messy, strands of his hair falling in front of his dark brown eyes. Your eyes shift down right above his nose was some kind of strip? Weird choice for a tattoo but it kind of suited him in a way. He was wearing a striped polo, the expensive type of brand. The dark blue washed jeans he was wearing gave out an outline of his bulge, your eyes lingered for a few seconds but quickly darted somewhere else.
Damm it [name] stop being a pervert!
“You must be [name]” You swore he was just in front of Shoko, now he was in front of you.
“Oh- uh yes!” you blurt out, almost tripping over your words. “And you are?” you ask, uncrossing your legs.
“Choso Kamo. Your name is really pretty by the way.” He says with a tender smile on his face.
Flattered from the complement, your face flushes. “Thank you!”
Choso lets out a low chuckle, finding your flustered state cute.
From the corner of the couch Maki and Shoko look like two toddlers receiving candy for the first time; gushing over the interaction from you and Choso.
“Do you want anything to drink? We have beer and juice” he suggested.
“Juice is fine thank you”
He steps away from the couch you were sitting on to fetch you the juice you requested. You feel two dents in the couch from both sides of you.
“So, do you like him?!” both Maki and Shoko exclaimed at the same time.
“Wait wait. You guys are trying to set me up?!” you look at them dumbfounded.
Rolling her eyes “Well Shoko did, I didn’t even get a say in it.” Maki says.
“Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus like that.” Shoko grumbled.
“He’s cute I guess.” you shyly say. “But I'll have to get to know him better.”
“Hey look he's back” Shoko points out.
“Me and Shoko are gonna join Yuta and Inumaki. Good luck!” Maki adds.
“Hey wa-” before you could finish your sentence Choso sits down at the now empty spot next to you, handing you a red plastic cup filled with punch; both of your hands brushing each other.
Sipping out of the cup he gave you, he asks “So, what major are you in?”
“Criminal justice.”
“Oh wow. So you deal with all that crime stuff. Cool.” he says, drinking out of his own cup.
“What about you?” you ask.
“I dropped out of college.” He says, swirling his drink around in circles.
“oh , why is that?” You look at him with more interest.
“I had to look after my brother so I couldn’t finish college. But it’s fine, I work at a parlor now anyways.”
“Wait, I think I know which parlor!” you say as you sit up on the plush couch.
“You do?”
“Is it Midnight Ink Works?”
“Yup. You’ve been there?” He asks.
“No. I don’t really do tattoos, sorry.” You reply.
“It’s okay. Plus it’s not something you should be sorry for. Everyone has their own preferences.” He says, gulping the last sip from his cup. His Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Memorized by the sight, your eyes track the movement of the bump.
“Like what you see?” He says with a chuckle.
“Oh! Uh yeah. Wait what.” You say tripping over your words.
He lets out a hearty laugh. His white teeth all out on display, the handsome expression on his face makes your heart skip a beat.
“Hey Choso! Watcha doing there.”
The white hair guy that you saw at the start comes walking up to the couch you and Choso are sitting at. Wearing a cheeky smile on his face, his tinted glasses titled down to the bridge of his nose.
“Who's this pretty lady?” He says with a flirtatious accent.
“Alright Satoru, this one's mine.” Choso says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“Since when could YOU pull?” Satoru says.
“Since now.” Choso replies.
“Oh my god! I’m telling everyone!” Satoru gushes before sprinting away.
His face looks back to you “Sooo. Am I worthy of your number?” He asks, an obvious stunt of the puppy eyes plated on his face.
Chuckling “Sure.” you say, handing him your phone.
He takes it from your hand. Putting his number on your phone, you notice how his hands make the phone look smaller than it is. The slight visuals of his veins just make you fall harder.
Handing back your phone, he looks up. An expression of shock washes away his previous one.
“Yuji?!”
“Oh shit.” You hear from behind you, then the footsteps of sprinting.
“Gotta go and catch this kid. Text me.” He quickly gets up, but not before he places a kiss on your cheek. Leaving you once again dumbfounded. Maybe going to this party wasn’t as bad as you thought.
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Synopsis: As finals grow closer, your love life is still pathetically horrible. That's until your friend, Shoko, invites you to some frat party not knowing meeting the local tattoo boy would change the love curse you so dearly hold.
