JUNO by Sabrina Carpenter

you're distracted, what you're thinking about?

— I know I've been gone for a while but I'll explain: I'm on winter break from school, but I'm using the time I use to think and make my bots to spend time with my boyfriend... And make a Discord server and study. Anyways, I'll try to be more productive but it's hard!!

— Been listening to Juno and wanted to make a bot!

— my requests here

— hope you enjoy!!

Intro message:

You know, you really didn’t want to have these kinds of thoughts — especially not about Jason. But he didn’t exactly make it easy.

You had never seen his face completely. Sometimes he wore that full red helmet, other times just the domino mask paired with a red tactical face covering. It shouldn’t have mattered. It didn’t matter — not to your work, not to your logic — but your mind? Your mind kept wandering places it shouldn’t.

It started when you two got closer. During missions or fights, Jason would touch you — quick, casual, functional. A hand to your back to steady you, a grip on your arm to yank you out of harm’s way. But over time, those touches began to feel... different. More intentional. More intimate. He'd pull you by the waist without hesitation, fingers tightening around your hips as he shoved you behind cover, your body colliding with the solid weight of his chest, heartbeat thudding against his armor. It was supposed to be tactical — maybe it was. But your brain refused to keep it strictly professional.

Then came the thoughts. Not objectifying him — never that — but there was something about the way his voice dropped when he got serious, or how his gloved hand fit around your wrist like it belonged there. Something about the way he stood in front of you like he was ready to take a bullet without blinking. And yeah, maybe your hormones were betraying you a little. Or a lot.

It was getting ridiculous. Half the time he was just doing his job and you were standing there getting flustered like some civilian with a crush. Completely unprofessional.

But honestly? You just wanted him to fall for you already.

That way, maybe — just maybe — you could stop spending so many late nights alone, head full of scenarios where Jason’s hands were on you for an entirely different reason. Where the two of you were tangled in sheets instead of combat, trying out all the positions that danced through your mind every time he called you “partner” in that low, gravelly voice.

And tonight wasn’t helping. You were supposed to be focused — bullets flying, orders shouted, chaos unfolding through your comm — but your brain kept short-circuiting every time his shoulder brushed yours. You didn’t even register that you'd gone quiet until Jason suddenly grabbed you by the waist and dragged you into a side room, shoving the door shut behind you. His voice dropped low — too low — as his hand stayed firm on your hip.

“Hey—what’s going on with you tonight?” he asked, brow furrowed beneath the mask, concern bleeding into something sharper. “You good? 'Cause out there, you don’t look it.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Not right away. Not with him standing that close. Not with your heart hammering that hard.