Treacherous (j.p One Shot)

treacherous (j.p one shot)

PROMPT: based on treacherous by taylor swift. slight enemies to lovers? James Potter and Y/N can’t stand each other until they get to know each other. 

A/N: does not follow the timeline at all. the events are not accurate but let’s pretend for the sake of the fic lol. 

WARNINGS: mentions of death, a bit of wolfstar, and some sexual tension (brief)

WC: 5.6K+ (this is my longest fic yet omg) 

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treacherous (j.p one shot)

“You’re so goddamn reckless.” James hissed, slamming his fists down on the kitchen table. “You need to wait for my command. This wasn’t a solo mission, Y/N/N. We work as a fucking team around here.”

“If I waited for your command, Prongs,” you replied, rising from your seat. You acknowledged his nickname with a bitter taste in your mouth. You knew you had to listen to James because everyone listens to James but you knew your plan would work. “We wouldn’t have gotten the mission done.”

“You went rogue!”

“But we got it done, right?” you seethed, eye drilling holes in Prongs’ skull. You felt Sirius offer a comforting hand, placing his on top of yours. Your eyes flickered to look at your best friend, features visibly softening. You sighed, slowly feeling yourself come down from your anger. “That’s the important thing, Prongs. I’m done talking about this.”

“Yeah we got it finished but at what cost?” James pushed, not backing down from his dominant exterior. “You could’ve died, Y/N. We don’t trade lives around here.”

“You don’t have to act like you care about my well-being, Potter,” you spat, starting to limp away from the briefing. You sustained some minor injuries because of your decision but you knew you’d do it again if it came down to it. “We all know you just don’t want another person’s blood on your hands.”

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Stress out [R. H]

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Word count: 1.3k

N/A: I'm too stressed out, I wish I could have a Rodrick, but instead I wrote this lol

You dropped your head against the head of the bed, feeling how everything around you was spinning. You needed five minutes to rest from everything you were doing, but you were afraid of falling asleep on that little break. Your room was a mess, on your lap was a laptop, and you were surrounded by books, notes, and magazines.

Downstairs you heard your mother talking to someone and then the sound of the door closing, but you paid no attention to it and continued looking through the lined notebooks for something that could help you complete your essay. You were so focused that you didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs or the boy who then leaned against the frame of your door.

"Hey"

"Rodrick?" you said looking at him. He wore a plaid shirt over a black one, skinny jeans, and his usual stained tennis shoes. He looked really cute with messy hair, but to be honest, he looked handsome either way. “What are you doing here? It's not Friday” you exclaimed and you had to look at the date on the calendar to make sure of that.

"I thought you wanted to see your boyfriend a little more," he said shrugging as he entered the room "Oh and we also have this thing, what is its name? Ah yes, algebra project” he joked and you closed your eyes in frustration.

"Shit! I had completely forgotten” you moaned and covered your face with both hands, feeling the stab of pain in your head increase considerably “God, I'm so sorry. Let me clean this place up a bit…” you said, reaching over the computer to pick up most of the documents. Rodrick instantly noticed your frown and tired eyes, but he said nothing and just sat in the swivel chair at your desk. “Mind if I take five more minutes to try and finish this paragraph? I don't want to lose the thread”

"Sure, no problem," he said with a small smile, putting his backpack aside and taking one of his notebooks. Actually, he wasn't going to do the homework, he was trying to complete a song for the band, but you didn't have to know that.

As the minutes passed (which were more than five) Rodrick could notice your frustration and when he noticed your slightly crystallized eyes, he knew it was time to intervene.

"Wow, time out," he said approaching you and carefully taking the computer away from you. Even though you moaned, he placed it on the table next to him "Are you okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, it seems that you are about to burst into tears and also forgot that I would come” he murmured taking a seat in front of you, leaning on one hand "I mean, you never forget anything, I'm the distracted one here"

"I'm fine, I just need to finish my essay so I can start with algebra and then with science class."

"Science is due next week and you still have two days for your essay," he said as an observation.

"I know, but I want to get a good grade and if I don't work on it from now on, I won't be able to do it well" you snorted and Rodrick grinned.

“For God's sake, Y/N, you'll get a good grade even if you do your work with your eyes closed. I always hand things over a day later and the teachers give me a wonderful C” he laughed, making you smile just a little too. But somehow the tears escaped from your eyes and then there was no way to stop them "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he was quick to say, at your sudden change in mood, while he extended his arms so he could hug you. Although almost no one believed it, Rodrick was excellent at comforting people (but only you had the privilege of knowing) so that day he was no exception. "Tell me what's wrong, babe," he asked softly. His hands were already on your back, giving gentle strokes, and his cheek was resting against your head.

"I'm so sorry, it's just..." you sobbed, struggling to be able to say something coherent "I feel so pressured by the school and lately I have a hard time concentrating, which makes it even worse" you confessed, with your face hidden in his shirt "And today I completely forgot you were coming, we haven't talked for days because of the stupid school, we haven't had a date in weeks and I feel like the worst girlfriend in the world”

"No, you're not" she murmured against your hair, tightening her grip on your body "I've been busy with the band too, it's not all your fault"

"I can't take this fucking migraine anymore and I just can't finish anything I started" you continued, between sobs, and he felt her chest hurt a little when he heard you cry "I feel so frustrated" you completed. His hands were firm on your body and contrary to what you expected he smelled pretty good. He liked the cologne that he wore, very masculine and that he reminded you (for some reason) of the beach. And suddenly you realized that despite what you had said, things didn’t seem so terrible being in the arms of Rodrick. His cotton plaid shirt was warm and his chin resting on your head was reassuring. It was strange how a boy who seemed so rude and brusque could bring that peace to you.

"Love, I think you are burdening yourself with too much work" he exclaimed, once you were a little calmer "You should relax for a while, maybe that will work" he whispered tenderly and carefully separated from you. When you were about to complain you felt his hands go up to your shoulders and then he spoke again "You are too tense, let me help you, okay?" he hummed, and immediately afterward he began to massage your shoulders, gently, while you closed your eyes and gave in to his caresses. He was very good with his hands, a direct consequence of being a drummer.

He continued to do this for a few seconds, managing to make you more and more sleepy each time, until you felt his full lips press against yours in what began as a soft kiss. Suddenly the tension and stress were less and all your attention was directed to the feeling of your mouth against his. It's been a long time since you gave him a kiss (a proper one) and it didn't take long to get on his lap so you could deepen the contact. His hands traveled to your thighs (I loved putting them there) and yours went up to hold his face. Rodrick loved that you treated him like that, holding him by both cheeks as if he were something worth caring for. You separated just a few millimeters every so often to take a breath, but you kept your eyes closed, enjoying every part of your body in contact with his until finally you couldn't put it off any longer and you had to separate.

Your breathing was racing and when you brought your forehead to his you knew that Rodrick was also trying to catch his breath. Maybe it was thanks to the hormones that kiss had triggered in your brain, but the stress had definitely subsided.

"Better?" he asked and you could feel that victorious smile on your lips. You were finally able to imitate his smile as you brought your lips together for the second time making sure to kiss him more calmly.

"Somehow you always know what I need, my pretty boy" you praised him and he gave a little laugh as he nuzzled your nose with his.

"So do you want me to continue kissing you or do we do the algebra project?"

“Fuck the project. Fuck the school” you said without thinking twice and kissed him again while pushing him to lie on your bed.

In the end, you got a C on your project, but it was totally worth it.

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This is actually super sweet like did Peter just ask y/n to move in - SO DAMN SMOOTH

Wait That’s Illegal{P.P.}

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): (Y/N) commits a felony

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉:  479 Words

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

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After school ended you wanted to visit your boyfriend. Peter is super sweet and he doesn’t usually mind when you pop in unannounced, he knows you practically live with him.

You got to his apartment and the door was locked. Dejected, you tried going to a friends place. She wasn’t there either. It was about a fifteen minute trip from Peter’s so you thought that, after thirty minutes, Peter would be home!

He wasn’t.

You decided, in your infinite wisdom, that it would be a good idea to essentially break into his apartment. May wasn’t home and Peter wasn’t home but you were so… What could go wrong?

You climbed up the fire escape to the window to his apartment and saw that the window was locked. You slid a knife along the bottom of the window until it hit where the latch was. You managed to get the window open within ten minutes and went to Peter’s room. 

You had been there for about an hour when he got home.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” He asked, walking over to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“Homework,” You responded, doing your math.

“Yeah, I see that babe. I mean, how did you get in?” He asked when he got his homework out of his own bag.

“Oh, I climbed up the fire escape and shimmied the window open, I crawled through the window without breaking anything and here I am!” You said proudly,  with the biggest smile on your face. 

“Yeah… That’s what I thought. (Y/N), that’s a felony,” Peter sighed. He shook his head  little with a smile. “That’s extremely illegal.”

“Well, yeah, but you live here. Is it really a felony then?” You asked.

“Yes. Entering any building by force, or finesse, without the owners express permission is, in fact, a felony.” Peter explained to you.

“Huh. I didn’t know that,” You said. “But, if it’s a felony then how come it happens so often in the city?” You asked, trying to trip up Peter.

“Still a felony,” He said while getting a sweatshirt from his closet.

“Uh huh… Well it’s a good thing that I didn’t get caught, right?” You asked, putting your work back in your folder and staying in his chair at his desk.

“It’s great but I think I’m just gonna give you a key,” He told you, wrapping an arm around you. 

“That would be smart, I practically live here!” You said excitedly as Peter pulled his sweatshirt over your head.

“Yep. And now you’re stealing my clothes,” He joked. “I should report you for this.”

“Oh stop,” You told him, planting a kiss to his lips.

“Now, get up. I need to use my desk, I have math too,” He told you, pulling you up from his chair.

“Now I get to be a nuisance!” You exclaimed.

THIS WAS SO FOOKING SWEET I-  AMAAZINGG

CARNIVAL LIGHTS AND CITY LINES

In which Regulus is brought to a muggle amusement park and has a better time than he expected.

contains: gender-neutral!reader, fluff. (2,023 words)

authors note: this was better as a concept in my head but i tried my best so yay ig. i haven't written a proper length oneshot in a while i really need to get back into writing.

“I’m sure mother would have my head if she knew where I was.” Regulus said as he let you drag him along.

“Oh lighten up Black, I doubt she’ll even check to see if you’re actually at Diagon Alley.” Was your response as you continued to pull him through the crowd leading to a muggle amusement park.

Convincing him to go with you was surprisingly easier than actually getting him to the front gates. A mix of worry and general distaste for such crowded areas left a sour taste in his mouth but at the same time, he knew how much you enjoyed these places and the last thing he wanted was for him to be the reason behind a bad memory.

“Fine.” He mumbled as you continued to drag him towards the gate where you began to talk to the worker behind the booth. He watched as you pulled out some money and handed it to the worker who directed you to the gates leading into the park.

Usually he would insist on paying for you but seeing as he doesn’t have any muggle currency, he really had no say today.

“Wrists please.” The worker at the gate said and with no hesitation, you gave them your wrist. They wrapped a flimsy paper band around it before turning to Regulus, who hesitantly mirrored your actions. “I don’t bite.” They said in an attempt to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, he failed as Regulus only narrowed his eyes at them while they wrapped the piece of paper around his wrist.

“Tough dude.” He heard the worker mumble under their breath as they opened the gate for the two of you to pass. The smell of fried food and sweet candy immediately filled both your senses as you walked towards the crowd, Regulus' grip on your hand tightening as he trailed closely behind you.

As you led him towards a booth where he was required to get a second paper wristband, Regulus took the time to take in the place you had dragged him to which you called an amusement park. Food vendors lined the park through the center with various game booths and rides on either side.

"What's this for?" He asked once you both got the new wristband.

"This is so we can go on the rides." You explained as you walked towards the first one, a drop tower ride that looked far more scary than it was exciting. "And this is our first one!"

Regulus' eyes widened as he watched the bench a few guests were sitting on slowly rise only to drop as if a malfunction had occurred. Shaking his head slightly, he knew it was useless to try and argue though that didn't stop him from complaining. "When I agreed to go to this amusement park I did not agree to this."

Rolling your eyes, you simply pulled his arm and headed towards the line. Much to his dismay, the line was quick and before he could even finish mentally preparing himself, you were both getting strapped onto the bench with the sound of muggle music blaring nearby filling his ears. .

"Ready?" You asked the boy as the bench slowly rose to the top. He hesitantly nodded, tightening his hold on your hand as you gave him a reassuring squeeze. "The view is pretty nice from up here." You added on, causing him to look up from his lap to the view of the skyline before him. As he opened his mouth to agree however, his own scream cut himself off and the ride seemed to lose all control and they were falling down fast. Despite the fact that he knew this was going to happen, it stayed in the back of his mind as he held onto your hand and closed his eyes shut bracing for impact that never came.

When the ride stopped, Regulus opened an eye to make sure you were both okay before practically jumping off and running outside of the enclosure the ride was situated in. You followed closely behind him, laughter coming from not only you but other guests who loved the thrill of such rides in comparison to their scared peers who stood stiff as a board.

“And Muggles ride these for fun?” He asked, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets as you nodded your head and began leading him to another ride. “No no no I am not going on another one! Especially if it’s anything like this one.”

Unfortunately, his protests fell on deaf ears as you waited in line for the next ride. A roller coaster was what you had called it and by the looks of it, he was sure he wasn’t going to have the most pleasant of times on this one.

He was sure that the lines "You'll be fine, come on." and "It's not that bad." would be embedded into his mind by the end of the day due to how much he's heard you say them and it's barely even been an hour! From fast paced rides to ones that seemed to break several safety prosecutions muggles paid no mind to, Regulus was dragged onto practically all of them with little to no protests though this didn't exclude the many silly excuses and whining as you headed towards the lines.

"Now what will this one do? Go insanely fast and throw us to London?" Regulus asked as you both walked to the next ride. You remained silent, ignoring his question and instead finding interest in the person selling balloons walking by. All you had told him about this one was that it was your favourite and he'd find out when you got in line.

"Nope, we could go onto one like that if you-"

"No! No it's fine," He cut you off, having been on far too many rides that made his heart either stop or drop to even keep track. "Will it make me sick? Because I have still not recovered from that last rollercoaster."

Regulus trailed off, recalling the way the ride went through so many twists and turns that it almost made him sick. It didn't help that the ride seemed to start off calm with a steady pace up an incline before reaching the edge on top and with no moment to prepare, it dropped. They went speeding down the tracks, wind slapping your faces as it went up then down and around, flipping you upside down then right side up before finally coming to a halt.

"Anything but that rollercoaster." He said as a shiver ran down his spine.

"Don't worry, I think you actually enjoy this one." You replied with a laugh as you led him towards a line. "It's a swing ride."

"Yes, because a giant swing ride isn't terrifying." Was his reply as the gate opened and grabbed his hand, leading him to two vacant seats.

As the ride operator came around to check on everyone's buckle, Regulus took breath and instinctively reached for your hand when the ride hummed to life. As you all felt your feet leave the ground and the ride carrying you all up towards the sky, Regulus looked up from his lap to see you smiling as the ride started to spin. That was something he did not expect for this ride to do.

"Bloody hell-" His sentence was cut off as a mix of screaming, gasps, laughter and music cut through the air but it was the sound of your laughter that mainly caught his attention. Looking over to his side where you sat, he saw you smile the brightest he's ever seen as you looked at the carnival down below you. All while holding onto his hand.

"They look like ants." You pointed out excitedly, directing his gaze to the people below who indeed looked like ants from you both were.

“They do, don’t they?”

As the night went on, more of his worries faded as all his mind could seem to focus on was the moment happening before him. It was all new and thrilling. Never had he been able to go to such a place before and while the worry of how his mother would react if she were to somehow find out he was here, you were always there to shove a new treat into his face or pull him to another line before he could start to let that worry really settle in.

It was refreshing to be around someone who makes him enjoy the moment instead of watching as he succumbs to worries of his mind. Even if it meant being dragged onto every single rollercoaster this park managed to have.

“(Y/N)” He said, watching as you lifted your head up the pile of stuffed animals he had won you. Laughing at the ridiculous sight, he helped you carry a couple of them before continuing. “I just wanted to say thank you, for tonight and everything. It was fun, I had fun.”

“Even the rollercoasters?” You teased and Regulus rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what you were trying to do.

“Don’t push your luck, (Y/L/N). You’re not getting me onto another rollercoaster tonight.”

“Hey, it was worth a shot!” You defended. “But I’m glad you still had fun tonight, thank you for coming along. I had an amazing time.”

He didn’t know if it was the cool evening air slapping at his face or the simple fact that he was never thanked for his presence that his cheeks were warm and pink but he hoped that the stuffed animals he carried were able to shield your view of his face. You had already seen his face during the roller coasters so the last thing he needed tonight was for you to see him looking flustered.

Covering his mouth with his hand, he hoped to have been able to cover his embarrassment with a cough as he managed to reply with, “I had a great time too, thank you.”

While he was certain you knew, he was thankful you did no more than giggling at his actions before deciding to talk about something else Regulus couldn’t quite seem to focus on. His mind seemed to be everywhere and he couldn’t even begin to guess what it was that made him seem to drift off.

Perhaps it was his mind registering all he’s experienced today or the scent of your perfume that made him feel all warm and cozy. Maybe it was all the foods he’s eaten in the past few hours and how he’d regret it all in the following week or maybe it was the way your lips felt on his cheek or the way–yours lips on his cheek?

Finally snapping out of his thoughts, Regulus looked down to see a cheeky grin on your face just after you pulled away. He could feel the heat rush up to his face as he stood there frozen in place. Barely mumbling out your name, he watched as you turned around and began walking in the direction of the exit and all he could seem to do was pull himself together and follow after you.

“You can’t just do that and leave!” He shouted after you but all he got as a response was laughter as you only ran faster. “I had to stand here flustered, why can’t you?”

“I’m not a wimp!”

All plans of getting home at a reasonable hour that night were out the window as for the next few moments, you and Regulus were chasing each other in the empty parking lot like little children, laughing and screaming as all your stuffed animals gradually fell to the ground. The following morning–hell probably the whole week if you’re being honest–would be well, hell thanks to your parents for staying out so late with no notice of where you both actually were and how long you’d be out for but that was a worry for when morning came. Tonight, as you two laughed and held each other under the star littered sky, you were free with no other worries than each-other.

FIN.

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At the end of the night, several girls approached him and offered him their numbers, but they soon became forgotten papers in the back of his van because in fact he already had the attention of the woman he wanted.

I don’t even know who Rodrick Heffley is but I saw eyeliner and was like - hell yes. 

And now I’m in love 🧎‍♀️💍

Eyeliner [R. H]

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Word count: 941

N/A: I promised I wouldn't, but I really couldn't help but write about this man. He's just gorgeous and again I feel like I'm just falling in love with the chaotic, sensual type who might-not-be-straight.

If you want to request something, take advantage of the fact that Rodrick's fever is in my body

"Don’t move!" you half yelled at the boy in front of you, getting a growl in response. Your hand settled on his head and your fingers tangled in his unruly strands of hair, pulling hardback.

"Ouch!" he complained, for the thousandth time that day "If you're going to pull my hair like that, I would rather we were in a more private place, you kno—OUCH!"

"Shut the fuck up if you want this to look good," you said rolling your eyes and loosening your grip on his hair, feeling slightly guilty for being rude to him. But come on, Rodrick always found a way to rile you up. You had been friends for God knows how many years and you had always accompanied him in his madness, knowing the enormous problems you would have later.

So, when he talked to you about forming a band you didn't question him either and you just attended his rehearsals and helped him stamp T-shirts with that horrible name “Löded Diper”.

That was his third concert and the biggest so far (the first had been in the garage of his house with only his parents and the second had been in the nursing home where his grandfather lived) and Rodrick was excited. The band really wasn't that great, but you liked seeing the boy's excitement playing drums and the fantasy that being in a band would make all women fall at his feet.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” he asked looking at you from below. He was sitting in a chair and you were standing, thinking how much he would be upset if you took a seat on his lap to rest. But you were going to continue to the end, that idiot had to look stunning.

"Who is in charge of the image of the band? You or me?" you asked raising an eyebrow. You took one look at his pretty brown eyes framed with eyeliner and pursed your lips, thinking what else you could add to it.

"You sure this won't make me look stupid?"

"You might look stupid, but that won't be the fault of my makeup" you clarified and he suppressed a smile. He was so used to such cruel jokes that nothing surprised him anymore. Your hand was still on his head, but now as a kind touch "That's it!" you said clicking your tongue and reaching into your makeup bag to search for something. Rodrick's lips were red enough already, but you knew a little shine would do them good. He didn't complain and after doing that you had plenty of time to comb his voluptuous brows with a small brush. After that, you took the round mirror next to you and put it in front of him, proud of what you did.

Rodrick took a few seconds to look at himself, turning his face in both directions, then pursed his lips in a smile.

"It looks decent"

"It looks great" you corrected him and you managed to get a smile out of him.

"Ok, it looks great," he said reluctantly, only to see the happy expression on your face.

“Now just let me...” you started to say, as you bent down to adjust the hair you had messed up. You didn't notice his attentive gaze until you lowered your eyes and the way he was looking at you made you nervous.

"What perfume do you use?"

"Sorry?"

“Your perfume” he repeated because you thought you had heard wrong "It smells good" he smiled at you and both of you heard a person announcing the band through the microphone.

"It's your turn, Casanova," you said kindly. He got up from the chair and the distance between you was shorter than you expected, so you had to look up a bit. You had to admit that maybe putting eyeliner on him had been a bad idea as he looked even sexier and that meant having to share him with the girls in the audience.

"Thanks, I guess"

"Why?"

"For being here" he replied and you looked at him in disbelief. It took you by surprise for two simple reasons: one, Rodrick never thanked you (or anyone) for anything, and two, you thought that your support for him had always gone unnoticed, as if he was so used to it that he didn't notice "Taking care of the image of the band and stuff" he completed, trying to sound a little more casual. But he was actually very grateful to have you there.

"There is nothing to be thankful for," you said with a smile. At the distance you were, you could feel his body heat and his breath "But when you cash your first check make sure you take me to Las Vegas" you joked and he chuckled, hearing the second call from the emcee.

"Done deal" he promised and put his hand on your arm, leaving a friendly grip on your bare skin "See you later"

"Good luck" you replied and watched him walk away towards the stage, but not before turning around and playfully winking at you.

At the end of the night, several girls approached him and offered him their numbers, but they soon became forgotten papers in the back of his van because in fact he already had the attention of the woman he wanted.

When you got home you were so tired that you ended up asleep in the passenger seat, leaning against his shoulder. And then he realized that even though he had a hard time admitting it, he was madly in love with you.

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Eyeliner [R. H]

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Word count: 941

N/A: I promised I wouldn't, but I really couldn't help but write about this man. He's just gorgeous and again I feel like I'm just falling in love with the chaotic, sensual type who might-not-be-straight.

If you want to request something, take advantage of the fact that Rodrick's fever is in my body

"Don’t move!" you half yelled at the boy in front of you, getting a growl in response. Your hand settled on his head and your fingers tangled in his unruly strands of hair, pulling hardback.

"Ouch!" he complained, for the thousandth time that day "If you're going to pull my hair like that, I would rather we were in a more private place, you kno—OUCH!"

"Shut the fuck up if you want this to look good," you said rolling your eyes and loosening your grip on his hair, feeling slightly guilty for being rude to him. But come on, Rodrick always found a way to rile you up. You had been friends for God knows how many years and you had always accompanied him in his madness, knowing the enormous problems you would have later.

So, when he talked to you about forming a band you didn't question him either and you just attended his rehearsals and helped him stamp T-shirts with that horrible name “Löded Diper”.

That was his third concert and the biggest so far (the first had been in the garage of his house with only his parents and the second had been in the nursing home where his grandfather lived) and Rodrick was excited. The band really wasn't that great, but you liked seeing the boy's excitement playing drums and the fantasy that being in a band would make all women fall at his feet.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” he asked looking at you from below. He was sitting in a chair and you were standing, thinking how much he would be upset if you took a seat on his lap to rest. But you were going to continue to the end, that idiot had to look stunning.

"Who is in charge of the image of the band? You or me?" you asked raising an eyebrow. You took one look at his pretty brown eyes framed with eyeliner and pursed your lips, thinking what else you could add to it.

"You sure this won't make me look stupid?"

"You might look stupid, but that won't be the fault of my makeup" you clarified and he suppressed a smile. He was so used to such cruel jokes that nothing surprised him anymore. Your hand was still on his head, but now as a kind touch "That's it!" you said clicking your tongue and reaching into your makeup bag to search for something. Rodrick's lips were red enough already, but you knew a little shine would do them good. He didn't complain and after doing that you had plenty of time to comb his voluptuous brows with a small brush. After that, you took the round mirror next to you and put it in front of him, proud of what you did.

Rodrick took a few seconds to look at himself, turning his face in both directions, then pursed his lips in a smile.

"It looks decent"

"It looks great" you corrected him and you managed to get a smile out of him.

"Ok, it looks great," he said reluctantly, only to see the happy expression on your face.

“Now just let me...” you started to say, as you bent down to adjust the hair you had messed up. You didn't notice his attentive gaze until you lowered your eyes and the way he was looking at you made you nervous.

"What perfume do you use?"

"Sorry?"

“Your perfume” he repeated because you thought you had heard wrong "It smells good" he smiled at you and both of you heard a person announcing the band through the microphone.

"It's your turn, Casanova," you said kindly. He got up from the chair and the distance between you was shorter than you expected, so you had to look up a bit. You had to admit that maybe putting eyeliner on him had been a bad idea as he looked even sexier and that meant having to share him with the girls in the audience.

"Thanks, I guess"

"Why?"

"For being here" he replied and you looked at him in disbelief. It took you by surprise for two simple reasons: one, Rodrick never thanked you (or anyone) for anything, and two, you thought that your support for him had always gone unnoticed, as if he was so used to it that he didn't notice "Taking care of the image of the band and stuff" he completed, trying to sound a little more casual. But he was actually very grateful to have you there.

"There is nothing to be thankful for," you said with a smile. At the distance you were, you could feel his body heat and his breath "But when you cash your first check make sure you take me to Las Vegas" you joked and he chuckled, hearing the second call from the emcee.

"Done deal" he promised and put his hand on your arm, leaving a friendly grip on your bare skin "See you later"

"Good luck" you replied and watched him walk away towards the stage, but not before turning around and playfully winking at you.

At the end of the night, several girls approached him and offered him their numbers, but they soon became forgotten papers in the back of his van because in fact he already had the attention of the woman he wanted.

When you got home you were so tired that you ended up asleep in the passenger seat, leaning against his shoulder. And then he realized that even though he had a hard time admitting it, he was madly in love with you.

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