#Build Prop Commercials

[thequeenofcurses]

summary: the world’s top model had it all: fame, beauty, and ego to match. But when an accident leaves him blind, Gojo is forced to confront life without the spotlight. AU Model!Gojo x f!Reader

tldr: blind!gojo x f!reader

cw: eventual smut, kinda slow build, gojo is an ass at first, blindness :(, dddne, a lot of angst, modeling!, depression, possibly more but I'll update it as I write! also I made this cute magazine graphic just for the story 🥺!

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Cracks In The Mirror

“Perfection.”

“Beautiful.”

“Natural born star.”

Satoru Gojo has heard it all. The day he was born, the world changed its definition of beauty. People from all over the world would marvel at his rare, pure white hair and captivating cerulean blue eyes. He had everything someone could want: looks, money, confidence… everything except a humble personality.

Since his birth, he was in the world’s eye. He had modeled for everything from baby diapers to bottles to new toys. Even a famous American rock band wanted to use him as the cover for their new album.

Your hands were shaking nervously as you studied the new script in your hand while you waited in a white room. You were a model, not an actor, so why were they having you study lines!? The original plan was for you to be a “professional” model, at least that’s what your agent told you.

People had always told you that you were kinda pretty. Your friends, your parents, even random strangers you’d run into on the street. Then one day, during your high school senior talent show, some scout in the audience decided to make that everyone’s problem. You’d been modeling here and there ever since, using the gigs to help cover your college expenses. 

Modeling was fun and helped build up your confidence, but you weren’t sure if you could truly “make it.” You weren’t Tao Okamoto or Mei Mei, but you didn’t let that stop you. You genuinely had fun in front of the camera, and the free hair and makeup styling before the shoots were always nice, especially since you sometimes got to keep the clothes or props (at least no one ever noticed you taking pieces home here and there).

“How are you today?” Doctor Zayne questions.  “Anything bothering you?”

You shook your head. “Nothing new, except the usual,” you confirm honestly. “I’m hoping I land this new commercial, though. I heard Suguru Geto might star in it as well!”

“Ah, that’s great to hear,” he smiles, quickly checking your vitals. “And how are your parents doing?”

“Good, I think,” you answer. You flip through page after page, trying to distract yourself while you’re being checked out. “They’re still not exactly happy with my life decision.”

He sighs. “I understand that, but at the end of the day, you're my patient, and I will support whatever decision you choose.” He quickly pulls his stethoscope from around his neck to listen to your heart. “But, I still want you to do what’s best for your health.” Up, down, left, right, he does his final check and gives you a nod that he’s finished. “Seems all good today.”

“Perfect.” You slide off the bed and stand, collecting the script and your personal items. “Thank you… for understanding.”

“Anytime.” He smiles and opens the door for you. “Good luck with that audition.”

You thank him again as you exit into the lobby. You're on your way out when you decide to pour a quick cup of courtesy coffee from the front desk. After making your drink, your attention returns to your script while you walk toward your car until– 

SMACK!

You run straight into a tall, broad chest, spilling your drink all over their shirt and your script. 

“Oh, no, no, I’m so sor –” you quickly try to apologize.

“Yeah, you should be.”

“s-sorry.” You pause, shaking your head. “I beg your pardon?”

“I said,” the man bends down toward your face. “You. Should. Be. Sorry.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. You would’ve offered to grab some napkins to help clean his shirt up, but not with that fucking attitude.

“Well, excuuuse me, princess.” You push past him, collecting your fallen script, and head towards the exit. 

“Does she not know who I am?” the man asks, probably to the secretary at the desk, but you no longer care. “Dumb, bitch.” It took everything you had not to turn around and smack him. Hospital or not, you weren’t going to take that disrespect. What a pompous jackass.

Thankfully, you had taken photos of the script as a backup just in case you ever lost the physical copy. You slide into your car and glance at the clock as you start it.

12:45 pm. Shit. Your audition that’s across town starts at 1:15. That appointment took you longer to leave than you expected thanks to that asshole at the hospital. If you sped a little and maybe skipped a stop sign or two, you might be able to make it in time.

You darted in and out of traffic, weaving left and right until finally reaching the grand building. You park in the first available (handicap) spot. Sorry, but this audition is important! They usually take less than 30 minutes; you would be gone and out of the spot before anyone noticed your car didn’t belong there. Well, technically…

1:08pm. 

You made it. 

You slip into the building and take a seat in the audition room towards the back. Modeling may have made your confidence go up, but you’re still not a super social person.

Thwip Thwip Thwip Thwip 

The slapping of blades could be heard from outside.

“Is it him?”

“Suguru Geto!”

“I’ve always wanted to work with him.”

“He’s so talented! I hope I get this job!”

Most of the other girls in the room run up to the window to verify if their theories were correct. The sound of the helicopter’s engine comes to a halt and two large men dressed in black hop out. Makes sense that someone as famous as Geto would have security.

“Everyone act natural, we don’t want to scare him!” someone shouted as the girls sprinted back to their seats. You watched them scatter like cockroaches in daylight, all the while you’ve mindlessly focused on studying your lines on your phone. 

You were so engrossed you didn’t see the person following the two security guards to the front of the room.

“Thank you, ladies,” a man said. You could hear the smirk in his voice. “I know I’m late, but Suguru will not be joining us. I will be doing the scene with you all instead.”

You pause your reading. That voice… it couldn’t be.

“He’s feeling a little under the weather, so naturally, who better to replace him in the commercial than yours truly?” he continues with a bright smile, and you swore every other woman in the room swooned. “Hope the wait wasn’t too long,” the man says with a dazzling grin. “I had to pick out a new outfit just for you all, and call in the chopper last minute. Traffic is such a bore, don’t you think?”

A chopper. He actually said that with a straight face.

You resisted the urge to scoff and finally looked up. He towered over his own guards, dressed in a crisp lilac shirt and perfectly tailored black pants — crease-free, of course. A hat and sunglasses masked most of his face, but his presence screamed money. And ego. His outfit alone looks like the most expensive thing in the room.

“Now then, let’s begin.” He drags a chair into the spotlight and casually scans the room. “I won’t have time for everyone, unfortunately. Any volunteers?”

A sea of hands shot up. Nearly every woman squealed, frantically waving to get his attention.

“Eenie, meenie, miney…” he points slowly, theatrically. “You. In the back.”

No way. He was pointing at you.

“Me?” you croak, blinking. Fuck. You were still skimming lines and absolutely not ready to go first. Every woman in the room whipped their head toward you like you’d just spit in their coffee.

“Yes, you! Come on, don’t be shy.”

“Who even is she?”

“What’s she wearing?”

You tried to ignore the whispers as you made your way up, rehearsing your lines silently like a mantra. Don’t trip. Don’t freeze. Don’t vomit.

Fuck. You’ve had less than twenty-four hours to study this script, and you were nearly praying that you went last, just so you had extra time to study. 

Well, shit. There was no going back now. You just had to stay calm and say the lines. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.

You kept your head down, glancing at your phone on your walk up, trying to get as much prep time as you could. Once you were underneath the lights with your scene partner, you slid your phone into your back pocket, finally giving you a chance to focus on your duo.

“Let’s get started.” That voice… it sounded so fucking familiar. 

The man was huge up close — broad, tall, with an annoyingly familiar energy. He pulled off his sunglasses and tossed them to one of his guards, then peeled off his hat in one smooth motion, shaking his snowy white hair like he was starring in a Maybelline commercial.

And then it hit you.

Oh. My. God.

It was him. The asshole from the hospital lobby.

Your scene partner was none other than the world’s most sought-after model.

Satoru fucking Gojo.

satoru gojo

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Chapter 16: Lucky

Despite my tired mind, my mood was exploding with euphoric excitement. Waking up, I was scared it had all been a dream. I was ecstatic when I opened my eyes, our bodies still tangled under the sheets. 

I fought against daydreams throughout the entire school day, failing countlessly as my mind wandered to the thought of him. Every once in a while, I would catch him staring at me or vice versa, the smiles and reddened flush of our cheeks told a story silently between only us. 

Currently, we were sitting in the car after dropping Chris and Nick at the house. Our backpacks were stored in his backseat in the now barren spots, his hand finding its place  cradling my own on the center console. 

I sucked my lips in between my teeth as the silence consumed the air. The anticipation was gnawing at my gut, eating away at the swarm of butterflies that seemed to keep tripling by the second. 

“You good there?” He asks, a teasing tone dripping from his words. I whip my head towards him, nodding with a tight lipped smile. The smirk residing on his face oozes confidence, melting the facade on my face as I quickly look out the front windshield, avoiding his eyes. 

“Are you?” I question, letting my eyes drift to his. The attempt at making him shrink with shyness fails completely. He shrugs, leaning forward and resting his chin in his propped up arm. 

“Never been better, sweetheart.” The nickname rolls off his tongue with ease, making my stomach clench from the overwhelming nerves of excitement. He leans back into his chair, running his hand through his hair. “Do you have anything tonight?” he asks, looking back over at me. 

I shake my head with squinted eyes. “I mean–just our literature assignment, but that’s it…why?” I remark. 

He shrugs, licking his lips. His eyes gleam down into mine with a mischievous look. I analyze his face, finding no hints at his taunting clues. “Well…” he trails off, squeezing my hand in his own. “I was hoping you’d go on a date with me?” he asks. 

The hopeful look in his eyes makes my cheeks burn from the aching smile. I nod affirmatively, watching as his shoulders tense upwards with excitement. “What are we doing?” I ask. 

He puts the car back in drive. “I was thinking about something, but I kinda want it to be a surprise.” he says, looking towards the road as the car starts to move forward. He looks over at me, his eyes glancing with a silent question. 

“Can’t wait.” I reply. He gives me a slight grin, turning his attention quickly back to the road. His hand clutches onto mine tighter. 

The soft music in the car echoes as a comfortable silence falls between the two of us. My mind flickers to lewd scenes of last night, a burning red blushing over my face as I turn my gaze out the side window. 

I didn’t just like making him feel good. I liked how close it made me feel to him now. Vulnerability had been exchanged so naturally, so comfortably. The thought of yesterday’s events would’ve sent me to my grave months ago, but now…it was different. 

I didn’t feel like there was pressure for it to happen again. It didn’t feel awkward. The only result was how much more my body felt at ease with our bare skin touching. 

The song comes to an end as we pull in front of a familiar store. I furrow my eyebrows, the logo and aesthetic of the store resembling a kids commercial. 

Build-A-Bear

“What is this place?” I ask. Matt shrugs, quickly exiting the car and running over to my door. 

“Let me show you,” he suggests. His hand reaches over me, unclipping my seatbelt. He stands up, outreaching a hand for me. I accept the gesture, sliding my palm against his as I feel his fingers clasp around me. 

_

Overwhelming was the only word coursing through my mind as we roamed the vibrant store. Hundreds and thousands of different options of various toys and accessories clouded the walls. “Hey,” Matt nudges into me with his shoulder, “--you okay? You’re squeezing the life out of my hand right now.” he laughs. 

I immediately loosen my grip on his hand with embarrassment. “Sorry.” I mumble. He clutches my hand tighter, directing our steps to a wall of stuffless-stuffed animals. “Just…this is a lot for me.” I express. 

His fingers gently pull tighter with a firm grab. “Don’t worry about anything, I have everything planned out,” he says. The assurance in his voice crawls into my body as I heave out a shaky sigh, nodding my head. 

With my hand in his grasp, he pulls a couple of items off the shelf, out of my view. He politely talks to the worker as my ears clutch onto the sounds surrounding me. A screaming kid in the corner makes my skin crawl. I find myself leaning further into him, his thumb caressing the back of my palm lightly in circles. 

The child leaves with his family, the store’s soft music audible. “--thanks, have a good day!” The employee waves as Matt grabs the bag from her. I give the girl a smile, waving back as Matt guides us out the door. 

“Thanks,” I mumble as he opens the passenger door for me. Tugging the seatbelt across my body, I hear him settle into the driver’s seat. He sets down the bags in the back, holding an open palm on the center console. I intertwine my hand in his, the warmth of his palm radiating into mine. 

My eyes wander to the bag with curiosity. “Hey!” He squeezes my hand, giving me a tooth rotting grin. “--no looking! I want it to be a surprise.” he says. I nod sheepishly, turning my head forward and watch the trees pass by on the side of the road. 

Has it always been this beautiful here? 

The spring weather seemed to bring forth a new glow to the place. The pale blue skies that faded into a warm sunset at the end of the day seemed more vibrant. 

My neck cranes to the side, my eyes gazing at him as he focuses his attention on the road. 

Has he always been this beautiful?

I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. His eyelashes created a gentle shadow right below his eyes, one that had filled me with an envious admiration. 

He’s so pretty, it hurts. 

“What thinkin’ over there? Hm?” I snap out of my trance at his voice cutting through the silence. A blush falls onto my cheeks, crawling up to my ears as his eyes meet mine. Abruptly, I hide my face, looking out the passenger window. 

“Nothin’.” I reply under my breath. His hand clutches tighter as his laughter rings through the car over the soft music in the background. I liked the song playing, I really did–but all of me wished it wasn’t playing. The subtle noise overlapping with his soft giggles made my free hand sitting in my lap twitch, wanting to push the radio off. 

As I let the thought marinate, my mind ran in devious circles. One repeating fact echoed through the walls of my head with a prideful smile on my face.  

He didn’t typically laugh at school—or even talk. I had become one of the people that knew what his laugh sounded like, it had been engraved in my memory. 

I felt lucky. 

Matt had landed in my life so unexpectedly. I remembered how hard it was to read him, sitting in the back of the car and meeting his gaze through the rear view mirror. The experience brought a smile to my face. 

I hadn’t even realized when everything had changed–but it most definitely had. A proud giddiness flowed through my body as I bit down on the soft flesh of the inside of my cheek. 

As the car pulls to a slow stop, I look over at him with a questioning look as I tilt my head to the side. He smiles, holding up his pointer finger before getting out of the car. 

Walking over to my side, he opens the door, grabbing my hand as he guides me between the tall trees. The short path opens up to a vacant ground, a familiar blue checkered blanket laying in the middle of the void. 

My eyes flicker towards him as he shrugs. “Stay here and close your eyes, okay?” I plant my bottom on the ground as I squint my eyes at him. With a hesitant nod of my head, he softly drops my hands as I let my eyes flutter closed. 

His footsteps kicking the ground with a purposeful stride become quieter and quieter. The sound of his car door opening and shutting makes my skin pulse with excitement. 

What is he doing?

My heart thumps with anticipation as I hear his footsteps coming back, a small crinkling of a bag being heard in unison with his steps. I feel his arm brush mine as his thigh grazes my own. His hand lands on my thigh, squeezing lightly. The warmth of his hand leaves my clothed leg, a soft weight being placed in my lap. 

“You can look now, sweetheart.” I fight back the smile at the nickname, failing miserably as my eyes fall to my lap. 

My hands reach out, grasping the soft stuffed animal as the gasp leaks from my lips. “You didn’t!” I exclaim. I tug the moose into my chest, hugging it excitedly. My body vibrates with an irresistible urge of energy, my body lurching onto his. 

A laugh pushes through my lips as he latches his hands on my waist. He falls on his back from the unexpected motion, making my eyes go wide. I tug my hand out from between us, rubbing the back of his head with worry. “I’m–” 

The words are cut off, spilling into his lips with a mumble as his mouth presses against mine. My eyes flutter closed at his passion dripping through the action, reciprocating his movements. I feel his lips tug into a smile on mine, my lips puckering one last kiss against him before I hold my head up. 

My eyes flutter open, finding his already trained on my face. His eyes are hazed over, a soft emotion seeping through his gaze. My stomach curls with a beckoning urge, my lips stuck together like glue. 

I think I’m falling in love with him.

It doesn’t leave my lips, but it chants in the front of my mind. 

How could I not?

The comforting breeze surrounds our entangled bodies. The prodding in my chest from the stuffed animal makes a blush crawl up from my neck as I crawl off of him. “Sorry.” I mumble shyly. 

I sit up, hugging the stuffed animal into my stomach. I feel his arm slither around me, loosely letting his hand fall to my hip. “--it’s more than okay, trust me.” he says. 

I smile, leaning my head onto his shoulder with my skin crawling from the adrenaline. “I trust you,” I breathe out. I nuzzle my head further into his shoulder, feeling his cheek rub against the top of my head softly. “--thank you. I…I love it so much. It’s perfect.” I express. 

I feel the heavy warm breath from above me on my scalp. I melt further into his touch, his hand clasping with a secure grip right beneath my hip. “--’m course. I wanted to for a while…just, I didn’t wanna scare you off.” he admits. 

A giggle pushes past my lips. “It doesn't scare me away, Matt. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, I mean it. It’s not the fact that you bought something for me. I just…” I trail off, sucking in breath as my gut clenches with knots of nerves. 

“That was really stressful, but I didn’t even have to tell you I was uncomfortable for you to notice—you handled everything and gave me this. A stuffed moose, something I would’ve never gotten myself, but I’ve always wanted. I…I can’t thank you enough, really.” I say. 

I bring my head up, seeing his eyes gleaming down at me with a threatening pool of tears laced above his waterline. My lips form into a pout seeing a tear weave down his bottom eyelashes. “Aww, Matt…” I say, bring a hand up and flicking the tear away. 

His lips part, quivering as he breathes harshly. “I…I…I just can’t believe you’re mine and in my life. I love being with you, I love making you happy, I love being around you….I just—I love you. I…I really love you.” 

My heart clenches in my chest as his eyes peer into mine. Love was leaking from his aura like an overflowing fountain, so beautiful in a calm chaos of emotion. 

I tilt my head up, letting my lips softly press a swift kiss against his lips. I pull back, caressing his cheek with my thumb. The smile curls on my lips. “I love you, Matt. I love you so much it hurts.” I say. 

He hugs me in closer with his hand on my hip, his forehead pressing against mine. Our eyes meet, a comfortable silence filling the mess of confessions lingering in the air. “I love you so much.” he whispers out. 

I hadn’t experienced much love in my life, but with the heavy words feeling so light from his lips—I felt satisfied. To be loved by someone as pure as him felt like a perfect mixture of heaven and peace. 

I’ve never felt so calm and excited at the same time. 

_

Madi slaps my arm, making me shriek from the sudden light pain. “He finally said it?!” she screams. I nod sheepishly as she slaps a hand over her mouth, letting it drop to her lap. Her wide eyes make the laugh fall from my mouth, my gut burning from the strained muscles as her expression remains shocked beyond belief. 

“I…I mean—he’s a pussy, sorry feminism–he’s a little penis sometimes. I'm just, I’m impressed!” she exclaims. I hunch over, clutching my stomach as the burning intensifies. 

Every fiber of my body felt euphoric with happiness as we sat on her bed together. Every detail had spilled from my mouth, her shrieks of excitement making me flustered as I told her nearly everything. I had never been so proud to explain something. 

Matt’s hoodie leaked wafts of pine and spices as it clothed my body. Although we had gone shopping together earlier, I couldn’t bring myself to lift the soft fabric off my body. 

I didn’t go crazy, but for once I actually got stuff at the mall using my saved up babysitting money. I had never even owned a swimsuit, now I owned two. Both were very simple. One was black and really basic, the other was a baby blue with a little less coverage. I was ecstatic to see Matt’s reaction to me wearing them in LA. 

The trip was getting closer and closer, but with that came tests. Our math class had already had our midterm early, which I was heavily grateful for. But, that left both of Era’s classes for Matt and I. I was stressed, to say the least. 

Doing homework growing up, I didn’t get help. I never asked because I always knew the answer. It would either be ‘no’ or ‘I don’t even know how to do that.’ Now, I didn’t even know how to begin to ask for help. Matt reading to me had been very helpful, but now it was a matter of me being able to do the work by myself for the test. 

I look over, finding Madi completely zoned out on her phone. “Hey, Mads?” I voice. Her head whips around. “--I’m gonna go to my room and study, okay?” She nods, kissing the air as I repeat the gentle gesture. 

The bed squeaks as I stand up. I walk out the door frame with my phone in hand, across the hall to ‘my’ room. 

Softly shutting the door, I lay out the materials from my backpack. Papers and assignments sprawled along the pillowy comforter, endless words making my eyes water with an aimless stare. Where do I even start? 

Letting out a loud huff, I pick up the first couple assignments. My glossed eyes fog my vision, getting blurrier as the words jumble cluelessly in my head. The wet, hot tear streaming down my cheek cascades down to the paper. My fingers unclasp from the material, letting it fall onto the bed with the singular drop of sadness multiplying quickly. The buzz of my phone catches my attention. 

[From Matt: Sleepover?] 

I grab the device, opening the chat and beginning to type. My fingers barely press down on the keyboard before a call starts ringing. I laugh dryly, taking a deep breath before swiping accept. 

Pulling the phone up to my ear, I sniffle back the remaining tears. “Matt?” I ask. 

“Hi, baby.” he greets. 

The heat rises to my cheeks as I let out a choked laugh. “You didn’t even let me respond to your text!” I point out. I sniffle back the mucus. 

“I saw you typing and got excited, okay? I–are you okay? What’s wrong?” he asks. My lip quivers as I look at the collected papers in front of me. I reach out holding back a cry as I grab onto the paper. My fingers clench onto the paper shakily, anger rising as I read the words that seem foreign. 

“I…nothing’s wrong. I, um–”

“I’m walking over now, okay?” His caring voice cuts me off as I hear shuffling on his side of the call. I bite into my lip. The tears haze over my vision as I drop the wrinkled assignment. 

“I’m fine, Matt. I was just studying and I don’t really understand–”

“For one, you’re not fine. Two, that’s great–we can study together then,” I hear the soft thud of a door on his side of the line. “Three,” his breath heaves into the phone, pounding sounds of his feet echoing through the phone. “--I’m here.” he finishes, his harsh breath slowing down. 

“Matt, you don’t have to–” 

“I know what you’re gonna say. Don’t. I know I don’t have to do anything—I want to.” he explains. His rugged breath slows to an even pace. I wipe away the stray tears on my cheeks, climbing out of my bed. 

“Are you sure?” I ask into the phone. My hesitancy seems to make a laugh slip from his throat. 

“Sweetheart, if you don’t come down here, I will start obnoxiously ringing this doorbell, and I mean it.” he warns. I shake my head with disbelief, rushing down the stairs with light steps. “Let me take care of my pretty girl, yeah?” he says. 

My eyes widen as I slip on my shoes. I grab my keys, pulling my phone downwards. I press the red button, the line going dead as I swing open the door. Matt’s face comes into view. His confused expression shifts into a prideful one as he looks up at me. 

“Shut up.” I mutter with a tight smile. He shrugs, grinning ear-to-ear. I shut the door behind me, locking it. As soon as the keys are out of the key hole, I shriek from the abrupt shift in movement. I look forward, my eyes now being met with Matt’s back as his hand holds me over his shoulder by the back of my thighs. “Matt!” I yell. 

His hand on my thigh squeezes, making my gut clench from the closeness of his lingering touch. “What?” he asks, completely unfazed. My eyes dart towards the ground, the pavement shifting into a wooden flooring. I hear his front door shut, his grasp still unmoving as I hang over him. 

“Are you gonna put me down?” I ask, laughing. His steps guide us into his room, he turns around with me still on him, my stomach feeling queasy from the harsh movement. “Matt, put me down!” I let out. His door shuts as he turns himself back towards the bed.

“Why, I don't wanna.” he mutters. He flips me onto my back, landing me on the bed. His devilish grin meets me with his innocent eyes. The contradiction sends my stomach into doing flips on itself. I push upward, letting myself sit up on the bed. 

Matt huffs while walking around and sitting on the other side of the bed. He pulls out his folder, setting it on the bed. He looks up at me with a pout. “Can I hold you now please?” he asks. My heart flutters at his soft request. I nod, crawling over to him. 

I barely make it an inch forward before he’s grabbing me gently, placing me down onto his lap. My back presses against his chest. He reaches out, grabbing the folder and tugging out a couple of sheets. He holds them in front of us, peering over my shoulder. 

“So,” his breath fans across my neck. I shiver at the sensation, feeling his chest vibrate with a gentle rumble of chuckles. “--wanna start here?” he points. I look down at the text, nodding with agreement. 

My eyes focus on the text at the sound of his voice. 

_

Time passed at a quick pace. Hours upon hours had drifted past, a void of worry in my mind as the information seemed to settle in my brain. Matt and I had eventually let a comfortable silence consume us as we reviewed the material. I had slid down, my head now resting on his thigh as he combed through my hair. 

A yawn falls from my lips. I hear him let out a breathy exhale, seeing his mouth in the formation of an ‘o’ with tired eyes. “Let’s go to bed, hm?” he suggests. I nod lazily, grateful for the fact we had both already gotten ready for bed. 

A tired mind, yet a heart full of life. My overflowing thoughts clouded with relief at the sight of him pulling the comforter over us. His arm slinging over me, tugging me impossibly closer into his chest made my lips curl with joy. 

“What are you smiling about, hm?” he teases, looking down at me with a grin. I playfully shrug, digging my face into his chest. His hand clasps around the back of my head. Soothing motions of his fingers combing through my hair pull my consciousness to a hazy drift. 

“I don’t know…” I mumble into his shirt. The rumble of his chest dies quickly, his arms tightening around me. 

“Wanna know what I’m thinking?” he offers. I pull away, furrowing my eyebrows at him. With a curt nod, his lips part, words starting to fall from his lips with a soft tone. “--I’m really excited to go to LA with you…even….,” he swallows thickly, “--even if you don’t move with me. I can’t wait to do everything with you. Well, not everything.” he adds under his breath. 

I cock my eyebrow up at him with a questioning gleam in my eyes. He tightens his lips together. “I don’t really wanna go to all the influencer parties, ya know? Well, we can go to a couple if you want to–but I just, I don’t know…I…” he trails off, his eyes floating away from mine. 

I bring my hand upward, trailing up his chest and neck until the tips of my fingers graze his jaw. His eyes flicker towards mine. “You…?” I repeat, urging him to continue gently. I let my painted nails wander on the slight stubble on his jaw. 

“I…I’m really excited. I already have a list of things we can do, I don’t wanna overwhelm you though.” He darts his tongue out, nervously licking over his bottom lip as his eyes struggle to stay on mine. “I…it might be a little out of both of our comfort zones, but I really wanna do something special.” he finishes softly. 

I fail at holding back a smile. The excitement brushes through my veins, my lips swiftly falling onto his with a subtle kiss. “I can’t wait.” I say. His nervous antics of his fingers lightly dancing in my hairline falter. He massages my scalp soothingly, a soft sensation as his gentle eyes meet mine. 

“I know we only just said it, but I fucking love you.” he says breathlessly. My hand clenched on his shoulder as a reaction, my lips staying tuned upward in the grin plastered on my face. 

Before I can even open my mouth, his lips press onto mine. The soft pucker echoes repeatedly. The light, feathery kisses trail around my face. Soft giggles fall from my lips. “Matt! I love you!” I laugh. He takes no initiative to stop, the light plants of his puckered lips forthcoming to a needier antic. The soft kisses turn sloppier, wet marks making me shiver as he places them onto my neck. 

“No..” he greedily lets his tongue slip through his lips onto my neck. “--you don’t understand. I love you. I just…fuck…I just want to be near you all the time. I care about you so much, so fucking much. How did I get so lucky?” he breaths out, his breath fanning harshly on my now salvia covered neck. 

I place my hands on either side of his head, bringing his face up to mine. I lean upwards, our lips intertwining with a newfound emotion. The soft yet sloppy need of his lips meets me with a growing anticipation. 

I want to be as close as possible to him. 

My body ached for him, my hands grappling desperately in his hair. “Fuck–we need to stop or I’m not gonna be able to control myself.” he whispers in my ear, heavy pants hot against my jaw. 

The sound of Chris yelling and Nick replying in an equally loud tone makes my stomach clench with laughter. Matt pulls upward, his eyes meeting mine before our laugh plays together like a melody of a song. 

“God, I just want you all to myself.” he says. I bite down on my bottom lip. He wants me. He loves me. He cares about me. How did I get so lucky? 

“I am all yours.” I state. He lets his body lay on the mattress, his head burying itself into my neck. A disapproving hum leaves his mouth, a slight shake of his head apparent. 

“God, you can’t say that.” he groans. His hardness presses into my thigh, a bulge heavily prominently prodding into me. The sensation of him pressing himself into me with the strain of his voice sends my mind into a frenzy. 

“Can we cuddle naked?” I ask. Matt abruptly shoots his head upward, staring down at me with wide eyes and parted lips. 

“Are you trying to kill me, baby?” he asks. The pet name sends a blush of heat crawling up my neck. I shrug, a small smile placing itself on my lips. 

“--just wanna be close. We don’t have to, I don’t wanna make things…” my eyes falter downward, “--harder.” The choice of words lets a playful huff leave my mouth. Matt shakes his head, his eyes falling softly shut. 

“I wanna be close too, but…I can’t exactly make this go away if you’re gonna be naked. Do you want me to keep my underwear on?” he offers. 

A slight pout of adoration falls onto my lips. The considerate offer and tone of his voice makes my heart flutter, my hands aching to reach out and comb through his hair. 

“No, not unless you want to.” I sheepishly spill out. He shakes his head, standing up from the bed and starting to strip his clothes off. My eyes bulge at the sight. He looks over at me, laughing. 

“If you stare at me like you’re gonna eat me, I don’t know how much self control I’m gonna have, sweetheart.” he says. My eyes dart away, my teeth clenching down into the soft flesh of the inside of my cheek. Every fiber of my skin feels burning hot with a pulsating desire. I take a deep breath, pulling off my clothes. 

As I pull down my underwear, kicking off the bed, Matt slides back under the sheets. His hands reach out. I feel his fingers clasp around my waist, pulling me to him in an instant. The burning heat of his skin against mine soothes my nerves, my heart beating loudly against his own chest. 

“Fuck.” he whispers out. His eyes are screwed shut as I run my hand through his hand, letting my fingers graze his scalp. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I mock. His eyes shoot open, gleaming with a hazy glow of admiration and desire down at me. 

“Don’t tease me, I’m already–” His mouth falls open silently, his eyes wincing shut as I sling my bare leg around his waist. I pull myself closer, feeling his hard dick grazing my inner thigh dangerously close to me. 

His hands grip at my waist with a near bruising grip before he takes a large breath, exhaling deeply. “Is this okay?” I ask. He nods furiously, his tongue licking over his glistening lips. 

Closer. Closer. Closer. 

I silence the chant in my mind, nuzzling my face below his chin. “This was a really good idea,” he says calmly. I hum in response, completely at bliss as his hands run up and down my back. 

The patter of my heart slows, our bodies creating a pool of warmth tangled together. My mind drifts off to lingering thoughts clouding my subconscious. LA with him. Living with him. 

What do I even have to stay for? 

“Mmmm…” he mutters into my hair, sleep apparent with his muffled voice. “---love you s’much…s’much…” he breathes out. 

My heart fluttered at his tired tone. I bathed in his confession, letting the honey envelope my body whole. Not a single trace of hesitancy lingered, my lips curling mindlessly as I believed every word falling from his lips. 

I love him. I believe him. 

No fighting for love or the slightest effort. He made me feel like enough without even trying. I had never been deeply insecure, but I had never felt like this.

The way he holds me in his arms feels like the picnic blanket. Soft with pillowy grass underneath, a fresh breeze luring my system to complete and utter peace.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here we have an interesting former 1973 commercial building home conversion in Glenrock, WY. (Nobody's gonna pass that house by, with that giant number on the front.) 2bds, 2ba, 3,968sqft, $315k. I'm thinkin' this is a flip.

When they say "open floor plan," they ain't kiddin'! Not that there was ever a choice- it's a commercial building, so there were no walls to begin with.

The price isn't bad, but it's is so vast up here, and it's basically a gigantic family room b/c there's a living room downstairs. So, you'd have to cool and heat this big space.

I like the ravens on the railings.

There's a very large living room down here on the main floor. I like glass block, but I would want a couple of windows that I could actually see out of.

They've got a Mondrian art vibe going on, along with an industrial loft design.

The kitchen has concrete counters.

This would be the only cabinet unit, so there's not much storage.

The kitchen's a very large space with a wide work triangle, and it was clearly built by whoever did the conversion. I can't understand why they put the fridge on a raised platform.

Look at the stairs. I didn't expect that. Is this part stairs/part home office?

Bedroom with blue feature wall and blue carpeting.

Does the giant spider convey? Not sure, but I think that this huge room is supposed to be the primary bedroom- They propped some decor up along the walls and hung clothes from the pipes.

Modern tiled bath #1.

Bath #2 looks like it's a 1/2 bath.

There's no garage, so this must be the basement.

Here's a bonus space.

Could this be the primary bedroom? This home is confusing.

The listing says there's parking in the back. so this must be it. The driveway is on the side of the house.

There's a park across the street. The house is on a 6,098.4sqft corner lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/301-S-4th-St-Glenrock-WY-82637/2069155041_zpid/?

[inkmonster21]

Short n’ Sweet💋

Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: smut

Part 22

Series Masterlist

Still, I Choose To Be In Love With You

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As you sit in the makeup chair, the makeup artists work their magic on your face, getting you camera-ready for the Mint Mobile commercial.

Ryan walks over and hands you the final revised script. "Here it is," he says with a grin. You skim through the words on the paper, reading the lines that you will be saying for the commercial. You notice that there are a few changes from the previous version, and you begin to mentally practice the new lines

As you step on set, you see that you are seated at a white desk with a plain, mint-colored background behind you. There are no other props or set pieces in sight, just the simplistic staging that is typical for Mint Mobile commercials.

You take a deep breath and clear your head, preparing yourself to get into character. As soon as the director yells "action!" you put on a bright, convincing smile and gaze steadily at the camera, ready to deliver your lines.

You say the lines confidentially, trying to sound as natural and effortless as possible. "Hi! Surprised to see me? Expecting someone else?" You look directly at the camera, holding the gaze for a few moments, before breaking into a casual, charming smile.

You continue, shifting your focus to a more intimate, personal tone. "No? Oh great! You know while I’ve got you I’ve got some news." You pause for a moment as if waiting for the viewer to respond.

Your smile brightens even more as you deliver the next line, emphasizing the word sale with enthusiasm. "There’s a sale going on!" You almost exclaim, trying to convey the excitement of the promotion.

Ryan enters the shot, looking slightly surprised and confused by your announcement. "Uh, what? No, we didn’t.. what are you doing?" he says, looking directly at you with a puzzled expression.

You quickly push Ryan out of the frame and turn back to the camera, giving a sly, confident smirk. "Saving your business," you say with a touch of sass, emphasizing the importance of the upcoming sale.

You take a seat on the edge of the desk, your energy and enthusiasm are palpable as you begin to explain the new iPhone deal. "Now where were we? Oh yeah!" You smile knowingly at the camera, clearly enjoying the attention. "This limited-time offer includes the latest iPhone models, and the best part is, it comes with our new, reduced-rate mobile plan."

As Ryan tries to speak, you walk away from the desk, with the camera following your every move. You ignore his attempts to protest and continue to sell the phone, "Sale starts today! Don’t miss you." You blow a kiss to the camera and give a satisfied smirk, confidently closing the commercial.

The director yells, "Cut!" and Ryan grins as he walks over to you. "That was great! You stole the show," he laughs. You smile mischievously and respond, "Well, isn't that why I'm here?" Your playful tone and confident demeanor make it clear that you know exactly why you're there - to steal the spotlight.

Ryan chuckled and nodded, "Lunch?" he repeated, signaling that the commercial filming was over and it was time to take a break. "Sure," you replied with a smile, ready to grab a bite to eat and chat with your brother.

You both take a seat at a small table in the studio cafeteria, and you can tell by the way Ryan is fidgeting and avoiding eye contact that he has something he wants to ask you.

Seeing the nervous energy building up inside him, you decided to ease his tension. "Just ask already," you say with a kind smile, giving him an encouraging nudge to go on and ask whatever was on his mind.

He takes a deep breath and finally looks up, meeting your gaze. "I was just wondering… what was going on with Hugh?" he asks, hesitantly.

You pause mid-bite, sighing loudly. The mention of Hugh’s name suddenly brings up a mix of complicated emotions. You set down your fork, giving Ryan your full attention.

You run a hand through your hair, frustration evident in your tone as you answer Ryan’s question. “I don’t fucking know, Ry.” You shake your head, trying to convey the mixed and confusing emotions that you feel every time you think about Hugh.

You continue, your voice becoming more vulnerable and pained as you express your worries. "He calls me every other day, and we talk like nothing happened, but… I still just think about it all the time. What if we just jump back in, and he does it again? Then I’d be there, embarrassed and heartbroken again." You shake your head, the pain and fear of the possible outcome etched across your face.

Ryan nodded slowly, clearly sympathizing with your situation. "Yeah…I can see why you’re conflicted." he said after some thought, "But…do you still want to be with him?"

You take a deep breath and express your feelings for Hugh, “Yeah, I… I love him.” You pause, before continuing, “But there are so many other factors.” You voice the complexities of your relationship, hinting at the issues that decide to get back together more difficult.

Ryan nods, listening intently. "And those factors are?" he asks, his tone supportive and understanding.

You list off the various factors that make the situation complicated, “His kids, fucking Debora, my career, his career. Just everything.” You shake your head, overwhelmed by the weight of all the considerations.

Ryan nods, understanding the complexity of the situation. "Yeah, it does sound complicated." he admits quietly, "It's not an easy decision to make."

"He called me last night crying about you. He’s obsessed, (y/n). Crying about how much you mean to him." he says, emphasizing the intense emotions that Hugh is experiencing.

Your heart skips a beat at Ryan’s words, and your feelings conflict between your love for Hugh and the fear of getting hurt again. "He did?" you ask quietly, a mix of surprise and melancholy washing over you.

Ryan nods, continuing to tell you more about the phone conversation. “He told me… that all he wants is to be with you, and he will do anything to get you back.”

You can’t help but smile as you hear this, your heart fluttering at the thought of Hugh’s devotion to you. It’s a bittersweet feeling, knowing that he still loves you deeply despite everything that has happened.

Your attention is suddenly redirected to the door of the cafeteria as Ryan mentions someone walking in. "Oh look there he is now," he says, drawing your gaze towards the entrance.

You stare accusingly at Ryan as you realize he has intentionally set up this encounter with Hugh. "You set me up?" you exclaim, a hint of annoyance in your voice. Ryan held up his hands in defense, “it’s not what it looks like! He asked where you were and I just told him where the shoot was.”

You turn back to watch Hugh, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through you. As he walks closer, his eyes finally meet yours, and a small, hopeful smile appears on his face.

As you watch Hugh walk towards you, time seems to slow down, and you can’t help but take in his appearance. He looks good, as always - tall, muscular, with a charming smile. You feel a flutter in your stomach as he approaches, your eyes drinking in every detail of him.

“Hey,” He greets, his voice slightly hoarse. He’s clearly nervous, shuffling awkwardly as he stands in front of you. You return his greeting with a smile, "Hey," you say softly. There's an awkward and yet familiar tension in the air as you both stand in front of each other, unsure of what to say next.

Ryan watches the two of you from the side, a small smile on his face. He’s enjoying the awkward tension and the unspoken emotions between you and Hugh.

Hugh finally breaks the tension by taking a seat across from you, his gaze locked on your face. There's a moment of silence before he finally speaks, "Can we talk?" You nod silently, willing to hear him out.

Hugh takes a deep breath, clearly trying to put his thoughts into words. "I’ve been doing a lot of thinking… about us." he begins, his gaze fixed on yours. Ryan chimes in with a nod, “he has.”

Hugh focuses his attention fully on you. "I miss you, (y/n)," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. Ryan nods in agreement, "So much," he echoes. You look to Ryan and glare, “Can you like… go away?”

Ryan chuckles, getting the hint that you and Hugh need to talk privately. "Alright, alright, I'm going," he says, standing up from the table and giving you a small wave. Once Ryan has left, you turn back to Hugh, the silence between you deafening. He fidgets with his fingers, avoiding your gaze.

The words leave your lips softly, “I miss you too.” You admit quietly, the pain and longing behind those words all too real.

Hugh looks up, surprise flashing across his face. He hadn’t expected you to reciprocate the sentiment so easily. He slowly reaches out, his hand hesitating for a moment before gently taking yours.

You focus on your intertwined fingers, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through you. "But there's a lot that needs to be discussed first," you say hesitantly, knowing that there are still many issues that need to be addressed before you can even consider reconciling. Hugh nods, his grip tightening slightly on your hand. “I know,” he says, his voice tinged with shame. “And I’m ready to talk about it all. I just… I want to be with you.”

“Then let’s talk about it. Tonight?”

Hugh nods eagerly, "Yes, tonight." he agrees, his expression a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Come over anytime after 7." You nod in agreement, your heart pounding with anticipation. "Okay," you say softly, mentally preparing yourself for the difficult conversation that’s about to come.

Hugh rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, the gesture both comforting and sensual. “I’ll see you then,” he says quietly, his gaze lingering on you before he squeezes your hand once and stands up to leave.

you found yourself standing outside Hugh's door, your heart pounding in your chest. It had been months since the breakup, months filled with tears and longing. But his persistent calls and heartfelt messages had finally convinced you to give him chance to at least talk. See if things were still as solid as before. You took a deep breath, straightened your dress, and knocked on the door, your palms slightly sweaty.



The door opened, revealing Hugh. He wore a black button-down shirt and jeans, casual but no less handsome. His eyes widened briefly as he took in the sight of you, then softened with a hint of worry and desire. "Hey," He greeted, opening the door wider to let you in.

You greeted him softly, your voice sounding slightly hoarse, betraying the nervousness and anticipation you were feeling. "Hi," you managed to say, your heart racing as you stepped into the familiar surroundings of his apartment.



You comment on the delicious aroma wafting through the apartment, “Dinner smells amazing,” a smile gracing your lips as you hang up your coat. The familiarity of his home felt both comforting and unsettling, bringing back memories of happier times between the two of you.



Hugh smiles at your comment, clearly pleased that you noticed the effort he’d put into cooking dinner. "Thanks." he says, his gaze following you as you make your way further into the apartment. There’s an awkward tension in the air as if both of you were unsure of how to act around each other after so much time apart.

Hugh's voice breaks the silence awkwardly, "Can I get you a drink? Some wine, perhaps?" he offers politely, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

“Yes, please.” You watched as he smoothly poured the wine into two glasses, his hands working in a familiar rhythm. You took a grateful sip, the rich taste of the wine bringing a bittersweet pang to your chest. It tasted like old times when everything was easy and uncomplicated between the two of you. "So," Hugh began, clearing his throat, "Where should we start?"



You let out a small laugh, surprised by how eager he was to get to the point. "We can start wherever you want." you say, bracing yourself for the difficult conversation ahead.

Hugh takes a step closer to you, his expression filled with remorse. "I know I hurt you, and I'm truly sorry." his voice wavers slightly, "I was a fool. I never allowed Debora in. I should have let you go." His words are filled with heartfelt regret, and you can tell he genuinely feels sorry for the pain he caused you.

You respond softly, your voice tinged with a mix of hurt and uncertainty, "I want to believe you, Hugh, but it's not that easy. You broke my heart." The pain of the past still lingered in your voice, the memory of his betrayal still sharp and raw.

He bridges the gap between you, his voice a soft and deep whisper. "I know, and I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you let me." The touch of his fingers on your cheek sends shivers down your spine, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. You feel a rush of conflicting emotions, the anger and hurt at war with the lingering feelings of love and desire.

Your breath hitches in your throat as his touch sends a jolt of electricity through you. Your body instinctively responds to his presence, despite the conflicted emotions swirling within you. You try to resist, to stay strong and maintain distance, but the intensity of his gaze and the months of longing since you last saw him are too powerful to ignore.

Your words are a soft murmur, "I want you back," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "But things have to be different." Your face is mere inches from his, the air between you crackling with tension. "No Debora. And your kids have to agree to us."

Hugh nods with a surprising revelation, "They're the ones who convinced me to call you," he confesses. Your eyes widen in surprise; you hadn't expected his children to weigh in on the situation. Your heart feels lighter knowing that his kids have given their stamp of approval.

The question hangs in the air, the tension between you palpable. "Can I kiss you?" he asks, his voice both vulnerable and hopeful as his gaze locks with yours, searching for any sign of hesitation or disapproval.

"Yes," you say softly, unable to resist the pull of his gaze. "Yes."

With that one word, you surrender to the desires you've been trying to suppress.

Hugh pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss. You melted into him, your hands sliding up his strong arms, feeling the muscles you had missed so much. His kiss was urgent, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he was claiming what was rightfully his.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, down your neck, making you shiver. "I've missed this," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and needy.

Your hands moving to the hem of his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin. Hugh pulled back slightly, his hands moving to lift your dress over your head, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice thick with desire.

You stood before him in your black lace lingerie, feeling exposed yet empowered by his intense gaze. He gently caressed your hips, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body.



“I need you, right now,” he growled, his voice raw with need. You nodded, unable to speak as he lifted you onto the nearby counter, his hands exploring your body with a mixture of urgency and reverence. He kissed your breasts through the lace, his teeth gently tugging at your nipples, making you gasp.

"So sensitive," he whispered, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. He pulled the lace aside and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue, causing you to clutch his hair and moan his name.

His hands roamed lower, fingers slipping beneath the lace to find your wetness. He stroked your folds, his touch firm and deliberate, making you squirm with pleasure. "So wet for me," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.

“Please, Hugh,” you begged, your body on fire.

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill through you. "Not yet, my love. I want to taste you first." With that, he went to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs as he buried his face in your core, his tongue seeking your clit.

You cried out as his skilled tongue flicked and circled, driving you wild. He licked and sucked, his fingers plunging into your wetness, curling and thrusting in a rhythm that had you seeing stars. “Oh God, Hugh!” He didn't stop, continuing to lick and suck, drawing out your pleasure until you were a quivering mess, your body limp against the counter.

"That's my girl," he whispered, standing to capture your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. "But we're not done yet." Hugh lifted you, carrying you to the bedroom, where the real fun was about to begin.

His gaze never wavered as he gently maneuvered you onto the bed, the intensity in his eyes growing with every passing moment. Hugh positioned himself between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your core. You reached down, guiding him to your entrance, eager to feel him inside you.

As he thrust forward, you gasped at the sensation of being filled so completely. Hugh's eyes closed momentarily as he savored the feeling, his body trembling with restraint. Slowly, he began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through your body.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a primal beat that matched the pounding of your hearts. Hugh's hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly in place as he pounded into you, his athletic body glistening with sweat.

You matched his rhythm, meeting each thrust with one of your own, your bodies moving as one. The tension built within you, a coiled spring ready to snap. Hugh's grunts and your soft cries filled the air, a symphony of raw, unfiltered desire.

“I'm close. So close, Hugh.” He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he could will you both to the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he drove himself deep within you, triggering an explosion of pleasure. Your body convulsed around him, your inner walls clenching and releasing as you rode the waves of your orgasm. Hugh's name escaped your lips in a breathless cry as you shattered, your pleasure so intense it left you trembling.

Hugh followed soon after, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside you. He collapsed onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. In the aftermath of your passionate reunion, you lay entwined, your hearts still racing.



He gazes at you with open and honest eyes, his words echoing with sincerity, "I love you. This time, I'll get it right." There's a mix of determination and vulnerability in his expression, a silent promise to right his past wrongs and build a stronger future with you.

As you held each other close, the world outside seemed to fade away. The months of separation had only served to strengthen the bond between you, and now, you knew that your love was stronger than ever.

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[sawamiyukiss]

1. Reputation Management: Now Trending

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader. Read Part 2.

Summary: You’re a professional athlete with a reputation for partying and pushing limits. Ushijima Wakatoshi is Japan’s misunderstood stoic volleyball star. After a viral video of the two of you goes viral, your management seems to think a fake relationship would be a perfect PR stunt. Fluff. Angst. Smut. More to come! (No smut in this chapter) Part 1/8

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It was another busy day in your life as a professional athlete. Early morning training, a sauna recovery session, and now this. You were on your way to a mandatory meeting scheduled by your management team. 

With no time to properly prepare, you headed into the company building wearing loose gym clothes and your favorite pair of sneakers. Your hair was still damp from your earlier shower and your duffel bag weighed heavy on your left shoulder. 

When you reached the conference room, you were met with your personal manager and two other corporate employees. 

"You're late," your manager reprimanded you. 

Normally, this wouldn't bother you too much but the slight smile she held was concerning enough. You apologized quickly and sat down in the first empty chair in front of you. 

“Before we begin, we would like you to watch this." 

The projector in front of you lit up and a familiar video played. You instantly recognized the set of the most recent commercial advertisement you filmed as promotion for the upcoming Nation Sports Relay reality show you'd be filming in a few weeks. 

Your shoulders slumped as you realized this would be another meeting full of reprimands and critiques from the company about your actions. 

The video recording showed a behind the scenes clip from that day. The main focus of the video was another professional athlete, a track runner getting their makeup retouched. You stood in the background of the video, playing with one of the props.

Not too far from you stood another professional athlete you recognized instantly, Ushijima Wakatoshi. 

You remembered him because he saved you that day.

Turning away from the video, you faced the others in the room. “I’m sorry, I dont understand what’s going on” 

One of the corporate employees paused the video and slid a folder over to you. “This will help you understand.”

You sat up and opened the folder. The contract in front of you read: 

PR Relationship Proposal - Confidential.

“I’m sorry, what the hell is this?”

Your manager turned to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “This video clip went viral last night. You and Ushijima-san are trending worldwide. Now, we discussed this with Ushijima-san’s team and have agreed that a PR relationship would benefit the both of you.”

You scoffed. “Ushijima and I?” You turned to look at the other two corporate members.

The man nodded. “Yes, from the flirting in the video clip the public believes a relationship between you two is bubbling. There’s even a ship name for you two and fan edits online.”

You snorted. “What flirting?”

With no answer, the other corporate woman, clearly some sort of PR representative, continued playing the video on the projector.

You turned to continue watching the video. The prop you had been playing with earlier had distracted you long enough to disconnect from your surroundings.

You remembered it now, just barely. Another athlete not too far off had been tossing a volleyball around, it slipped from their hands and was heading your way.

You hadn’t seen it coming.

But Ushijima did.

He stepped forward on instinct, one arm outstretched in front of you like a shield and the other hand stopping the momentum of the volleyball.

The camera was too far away to pick up your voices, but you remembered the brief conversation between you two.

You had turned to him, startled, and thanked him. He had leaned down slightly to address you. The both of you shared polite smiles.

Seeing it now, from the perspective of the camera, had you flustered. You could admit that it did look like a rather compromising video. There was chemistry. Your shy smile and his unreadable expression. Even the blush on your cheeks from the makeup touch up you had received earlier looked natural enough.

You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“There was no flirting,” you muttered. “I was thanking him! It’s called having good manners.”

The three company employees simply smiled at you. Your manager went on to explain the idea and how it would work, but you were too frustrated to entertain it.

“Absolutely not!” you snapped, pushing the folder back across the table. “I won’t do it. You want me to fake a relationship with someone I’ve spoken to once in my life just because the internet wants me to? No, absuletely not!”

“Not a relationship necessarily,” your manager tried comforting you. “Think of it as a brand partnership. Everyone in the industry does it.” 

You scoffed. Before you could speak your mind, one of the corporate employees interrupted. “You’ve had three scandals this year. And with your rankings slipping—”

“I’m not doing it. That’s final.” 

You didn’t wait to hear the rest. You stood, grabbed your duffel bag, and left the conference room. 

Later that night, encouraged by the stress of the day, you found yourself out drinking with your friends. It was a good distraction from your problems.

You were at your favorite club, dancing and drinking more than you should have. 

Really, you were trying to get your mind off the fact that your own company had been trying to stage a romantic comedy of your life to fix your so-called bratty reputation in exchange.

And it was working.

Until someone approached your table.

“HEY you’re that tennis girl from that video!”

You glanced up, confused.

“The one with the volleyball guy! What’s his name—Ushi-something?”

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

“I gotta say,” he continued, “I didn’t think you were his type. Don’t you, like, party all the time?”

Your friend shifted uncomfortably beside you. No one spoke up.

“Leave me alone dude,” you rolled your eyes at his behavior.

The guy was heavily intoxicated and reached for your hand.  “C’mon, I’m just messing around. You can’t smile for me?” 

You yanked your arm back and shoved past him, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

The friends you had been with intervened, but you felt your mood had deteriorated enough and excused yourself to head home early.

The next morning, you woke up to a pounding headache and a terrible taste in your mouth. Last night’s event replayed in your head like a terrible highlight reel.

You checked your phone. Your PR team had tried contacting you and your manager had reached out with an update on the big sponsorship you’d been hoping to hear back on.

Manager: They went with someone else. One of the track girls from the commercial shoot.

You froze.

Manager: They wanted someone with a cleaner image. Low risk. I’m sorry.

The bad taste in your mouth had nothing to do with the hangover.

A moment later, another text came in.

Manager: I emailed you the PR contract again. Just in case you’ve had second thoughts. If we’re going to fix the public’s opinion about you, this is how.

You didn’t answer right away.

But you didn’t delete the email either.

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Vivzipop has to make every character dumb in order to prop up Stolitz.

Let's start off with the grimoire okay if this book is as powerful as every single sin claims it is why on earth is it not under better protection ??? !!!

You would think the higher ups of Hell would keep a closer eye on it and make sure it is heavily guarded and that it doesn't fall into the wrong hands or gets stolen.

Like you mean to tell me not once did any of the sins or Lucifer caught wiff of what was going on that a powerful object was being misused to kill people ???

Not a single royal took notice that imps were traveling to the living world with a powerful object ??? !!!

Like Blitz knew where to find it and easily stole it you would think again you would think someone would've caught wiff of it if this object was so powerful and would realize it was stolen especially since it was shown on a commercial for all of Hell to see {and yes while he air it on a channel that no one watched you would still think the higher ups would keep track of their objects and at least have some type of tracker or something to let them know it was stolen !!!}

Like they made such a huge deal of the grimoire but honestly the book lost all its credibility when we knew about the crystals and when they themselves don't even care about it even if it's at the hands of a prince/royal they would still try to keep a better eye on it !!!

Now with the whole Stella and the other bird {I forgot his name} again yall mean to tell me they never realized that Blitz is using the book to gain access to the mortal world ???

Like how the freak did Striker knew about it but they didn't ??? !!! How did Striker knew Blitz had access to the book but Stella and her gross brother didn't ???

And if yall tell it was Millies parents why would they tell a stranger about it ??? Either way it makes no sense that Striker knew but two royals didn't !!!

Striker oh my baby you were such a manipulated suave sophisticated character and viv destroyed you !!!

I said it before and I'll say it again I would die on the hill if Norman was still voicing him he wouldn't be this dumb down nor would he be whatever the hell Viv has done to you.

But anyways back to the subject at hand.

The court room oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy first of all I'm not gonna get into the sheer stupidity of Stella's Brothers plan others who can articulate it better have already spoke on it so imma just focus on how Viv needs to make everyone stupid for Stolitz to succeed

Now onto the case someone explain to me why Ozzie didn't tell the court the full truth ??? He knew about Stolas and Blitz deal so why didn't he defend Blitz when he had the chance ??? Why didn't he tell Satan that hey listen they had a deal but it's off because now he's using one of my crystals ???

Like why didn't he step in like he did when Mammom attacked Fizz and protected him ??? He knew about the deal and yet *makes hand gesture at the mess*

Now let's get to the world building

Imma talk about Striker and

Listen I'm bias on striker so what I'm about to say is my personal bias !!!

My own personal opinion Harvest Moon Striker is what Viv wants Blitz to be.

from Striker's introduction he hated royals he was the first to openly mock them he was the first to try and kill a royal {I know it was an Assassin job but it still doesn't change the fact he was the first to try and kill him} and he was the first to call out Hell and how the system was rigged against him and his people !!!

Not only that but it makes me laugh so hard that people were praising Blitz for calling out all the deadly sins in the courtroom but hated Striker for doing the same to Stolas but than again Blitz wasnt stabbing their beloved bird so I guess it don't count.

If Norman still voiced Striker Viv would've given Striker that storyline the one that involved Striker getting revenge for his people and actually tried to kill the higher ups !!! But he doesn't so Viv is giving him every mistreatment she can think of.

Also Viv you cannot call your character that's calling out how the system and how two of his kind basically became what Imps are expected to be {fiz a "pet" and Blitz a sex toy} a supremacist and than have your other character do the same calling out the system and how royals treat them !!! Like lady do you even know the words that you are using or are you just calling your characters every big word to sound smart ???

Like Viv just needs to kill Striker cause at this point every time she has him on screen she is either making him dumb or making him contradict himself like please just kill my snake boy off

Striker you deserve better and in a talented writer's hand you could've been one of the greatest villain/morally grey character ever written

Now back to the world building imma be honest mastermind and the whole court trial means jack shit because throughout the show we are shown that imps and all other hellborns are treated fairly !!! {Ironically the only time we saw them being treated badly was when Striker was first introduced}

Other than that they basically are treated decently !!!

Like if imps are treated so horribly why

Blitz and Co are able to run a successful company that they have "a shit tone of clients" and sinners already know about them once they are dead ???

Moxxie was able to not only get reservations at a high end restaurant but also preform there ??? {Let's also not forget Moxxie wasn't punished for disobeying a royal because Ozzie basically told him his club only allows derogatory things to happen there and the fact that after Ozzie told him to sing about it and chose to sing about romance and basically insulted a royal by not listening to him (yall can say I'm reaching but the fact that in other media if this happened the culprit would have punish) and he still sang it even after being told no

Millie got away with hurting Ozzies partner {in other forms of media if someone hurts a royals partner they would have been killed at the stake}

Fiz was not only able to quit working for Mammom but also insulted him and humiliated him in front of a large crowd and still got away with it {even if he was with Ozzie the other sins and royals would still punish Fiz}

Tex and Fiz are able to openly date royals

Loona was able to insult a royal and get away with it

Blitz was able to book an appointment at one of the best hospitals in Hell that they even treat Royals even if it takes years he was still able to book one.

And so much more like again the only time we the audience are reminded of the awful treatment of imps is when Striker is there like *makes wild hand gestures*

Octavia my sweet Octavia you deserve better you fucking deserve better !!!

I've seen a lot of people hate on this scene but me personally I love it

Stella didn't have to look for Via she didn't have to look for Via but she did she went to look for her daughter knowing she'd be hurt and comfort her.

Sadly I just know viv is gonna destroy this relationship so for now imma enjoy these little moments.

Helluva boss would've been a great show if Viv stuck to her original plan of them hunting down people and becoming a fou d family instead of turning it into the stolitz show sadly we are stuck with this shit show for as long as Viv wants it

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Emily is pregnant and reader taken care of Emily

They do the lift up the bump thing

Reader go get Emily's weird cravings in the middle of the night

The mood swings

And with an emergency C-section everything is fine baby is good

Fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffy

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Strange Cravings 🤰🏻

Emily Prentiss had never thought she'd be the kind of person to cry over a yoghurt commercial. But there she was, propped up in the couch with a mountain of pillows under her swollen feet.

Watching a mother and daughter share a strawberry yoghurt and sobbing uncontrollably. "Lover!" she wailed. Y/N, her partner, her rock, her ridiculously attractive masc girlfriend appeared in the doorway like she'd been summoned.

"What is it, baby?" Y/N's voice was already gentle, hands wiping themselves quickly on the kitchen towel before rushing over. Emily sniffled, eyes glassy.

"They... they shared the last yoghurt. And she smiled at her daughter like.. l-like it was the last time ever. I want yoghurt. But... not strawberry. I want peach."

Y/N blinked, "We have peach yoghurt." Emily narrowed her eyes, "But not in glass jars. I want the ones in glass. They taste better. Smoother."

There was a beat, then Y/N bent down and kissed her forehead. "Okay. Glass jar peach yoghurt. I'll go now." It was 11:17 pm. And it wouldn't be the first time.

- - -

By the time Emily was in her third trimester, Y/N had a routine. Each night, after Emily showered and changed into her comfiest oversized shirt, usually one of Y/N's, she'd lie on the bed sideways with a low groan.

"Okay... c'mon, love," Y/N would murmur, settling behind her, "Stomach lift time." Y/N would cup Emily's heavy bump gently, lifting just enough to ease the pressure off her ribs and back.

Twenty whole minutes. No less. Only stopping when Emily gave her the signal. Emily always sighed like she'd just received morphine. "God, I love you. You might actually be magic."

Y/N chuckled, "Just build different." Some nights, Emily would sleep halfway through, whispering sleepy 'i love you's. Other nights, particularly lately, she'd turn her head with those dark, hooded eyes and mutter things like...

"You know, I've been thinking about that thing you did with your mouth last week..."

Y/N swallowed. "Emily. Your OB literally said no vigorous-" Emily rolled over as much as she could, eyes wild. "You can sit very still. Let me work."

Y/N didn't argue, she never did.

Cravings came and went like storms. One night it was garlic butter toast with crushed ice and watermelon on the side. The next night, it was something Emily had tasted once in Berlin.

"Babe. I need currywurst. Not just sausage and curry. The sauce. The good stuff. Spicy, thick, delicious. And bread. With the nice crunchy crust."

"... so, Germany?" Y/N asked, standing beside the car at 1:32 am, keys in hand.

Emily pouted, belly peeking from beneath her sleep shirt. “I looked up a recipe. It’s German street food. I found it on a Reddit thread. There’s a butcher shop twenty minutes from here that does a proper brat. We can make the sauce ourselves.”

Y/N stared. Emily blinked. Y/N opened the door. “Get in. Bring the sauce recipe.” They made it together at 2:15 AM, dancing to jazz in the kitchen. Emily cried when she tasted it.

Y/N cried when Emily cried.

- - -

Mood swings were violent and unpredictable.

Sometimes Emily would rage over the dishwasher not being loaded “strategically.” Once, she slammed a drawer so hard it rebounded and hit her hip.

She burst into tears, holding her bump with both hands. Y/N had knelt beside her, calming her with slow breathing. “This baby’s gonna come out emotionally fluent,” Y/N muttered with a kiss to Emily’s temple.

Another time, Emily spent an hour planning a nursery color scheme and then announced that she hated it. “Green is pretentious. I want warm neutrals. But not beige. God, do not suggest beige, Y/N.”

Y/N, wisely, said, “Okay, baby. No beige. What about oatmeal?” Emily kissed her. “You get me.”

The c-section was scheduled after a long, exhausting week where Emily couldn’t sleep longer than an hour at a time. Y/N held her hand as the sterile curtain was drawn up.

“You okay?” she whispered, brushing her lips to Emily’s sweaty forehead. Emily nodded once, eyes brimming. “You’re gonna meet our baby.” Y/N’s voice caught. “Yeah.”

There was pressure, some tugging, and then a sudden, sharp wail filled the air. The doctor lifted the baby into view, red-faced and furious, a mess of thick, dark hair and already a scowl that mirrored Emily’s best interrogation stare.

“Holy shit,” Y/N whispered. “She already looks like you.”

They both cried.

- - -

Back in recovery, Emily was groggy but glowing. Y/N sat beside the bed, skin-to-skin with their baby daughter tucked under her shirt, resting quietly against her chest.

“She’s got your eyes,” Emily murmured. “Poor kid.”

“She’s got your attitude,” Y/N countered. “God help us.” Emily chuckled, then winced, “Ow.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” she added. “Roger that, boss.” They sat in silence for a while, the weight of the moment settling around them. Emily reached out, brushing her fingers over the baby’s shoulder.

“We’re naming her Penelope, right?” Y/N smiled softly. “After Garcia? Hell yeah, we are.” Emily’s voice cracked. “She’s perfect.”

“She’s ours,” Y/N whispered.

And for once, Emily Prentiss, cool, collected, fiercely independent, didn’t try to hide the tears that spilled over. Because she was right.

They had everything they needed. In glass jars, midnight drives, warm hands, and now, in the tiny bundle with a fierce little scowl and a whole lot of love.

[desidov]

The Structure of a Successful Game Changer pt. 1 - Make Some Noise

An analysis of the stages comprising an entertaining and innovative Game Changer episode, explained by breaking down the episode Make Some Noise.

Stage 1: Our contestants have no idea

With prompt "cow," Josh responds "cow." Sam replies, "I'm sorry, that is not the answer I was looking for."

Often only a turn or two, this first stage is comprised of the players identifying the core mechanic of the episode—getting a basic understanding of what each question will ask of them and how they might earn points or advance further. Other examples: the first forays into navigating the Jeopardy board, or Sam’s opening instructions for “Sam Says” demonstrating an instruction not preceded by “Sam says” should not be followed.

Stage 2: You all understand

With prompt "duck," Zac responds "quack quack" and receives a point. Josh comments "Okay I see, I see what this is about, okay."

Here the players realize the structure of each question, and witness some behaviors receiving points while others do not (excluding non-point-earning episodes.) Sometimes, this is all the players need to understand the fundamental premise (mimic the sound produced by the prompt) while sometimes unraveling the mystery of the premise is the overall conceit of the episode (tell us about yourself, yes or no.)

Stage 3: Escalation of Rules

After Zac's response to "frog," Sam says "I'm gonna toss it up to the other two contestants [to steal the point.] Brennan, give me your best frog."

An expansion to the initial rules is revealed, allowing players to further advance/gain points beyond the initial bounds of the premise. Here, the escalation is that players may steal prompts from each other—others include incorporated phrase bonus points from The Official Cast Recording and the hidden immunity loop-de-loops from Survivor.

Stage π: Departure

Sam says "We are now headed into our first mini game." Each player attempts to recreate a melody on an otamatone.

This optional stage, typically presented as a “mini game,” is thematically connected to the premise but operates on its own rules. Make Some Noise iterations typically include a mini game where contestants are provided a prop and must mimic a given sound with that prop—no spoken entries qualify. Similarly, A Sponsored Episode and its continuations feature a mini game of providing commercial voice-overs for stock footage (where non-commercial interpretations are not rewarded,) and a mini game of identifying brand taglines/logos.

Stage 4: Escalation of Concept

Sam introduces the next prompt, "Your word is jack hammer." Josh makes a jack hammer sound, bouncing with a hand above his head and explaining "that's him keeping the hat on."

While Stage 3 adds on to the rules of the episode, Stage 4 applies the same rules to something new—here transitioning from animal calls to all manner of sound effects. Escalation of concept can be clearly demarcated, as this example is, or more gradual, like the escalations from common animal calls to obscure animal calls or from physical prompts to intangible prompts like “anguish.” What matters is that escalations continue to push the format to new heights and prevent the conceit from stagnating.

Stage 5: Expansion of Concept

The prompt is a stock photo of a smiling young adult white man. Brennan roleplays the man arrogantly describing his improv group, ending with "This date's going well."

Though similar to Stage 4, I characterize this stage as a dramatic alteration to the format of prompts—here from text prompts to image prompts. This can be for several turns, as it is for MSN, or just one, such as “go” from Sam Says or the cockroach union from “Do I hear $1?” This builds a finale that presses the bounds of the format to their limits, capping off the episode.

[referrix]

I'm currently working on trying to find locations for some of the known rooms and things inside Alfea, (at the moment specifically, I'm working on the kitchen and dining hall) before I put myself through floor plans again. So I thought I'd share what some of my working out looks like behind the scenes.

And why it might be a problem that Season 8 turned these flat topped towers:

Into these much shorter flat topped towers:

Because I'm currently fairly certain that was the dining hall in that upper half.

Trying to figure out where the dining hall is, isn't a one room tracking operation, because we know there's a kitchen, we've seen it, we've seen the Winx Club set fire to it with their negligence. You don't typically put a food making place far from the eating place, so tracking one, should help track the other.

We first see the kitchen in episode 105, when the girls are on dinner duty (or making a spell with potato peels and a magical back-flip if you're a 4kids truther), and during dinner prep they head back to their dorm to help Stella pick an outfit.

From their dorm, they're able to smell the smoke and react, racing to the kitchen before even the chef and Griselda arrive, though not by much in Griselda's case. (Also, Bloom uses the same spell Griselda does a few episodes later back on Earth in her house while cooking with Vanessa. Just saying.)

This means, or at least suggests that the kitchens are not only in the same building as their dorm, but reasonably close by.

When we return to the kitchen in episode 115 we actually have a little zoom around the rear tower and focus in on a spot above/behind the rear most dorm balcony on the building before phasing inside to the girls walking along a hall to the kitchen.

While the hallway is different between the two episodes, background continuity is not Winx Club's feature, but it does double down on the idea that the kitchen is in that building.

(In 105 the girls turn a corner into a short hallway, while in 115 it appears to be a long straight hallway with windows all along it. Though later in the episode the looking out view does look kindamuch the same as 105?)

(props to Alfea for having non-magical fire extinguishers for added safety)

Or at least one of the kitchens is in that building, I wouldn't be surprised to find out there are two. Or at least a smaller communal kitchen for the other mirrored building, so the girls don't have to go across campus for a midnight snack.

Further, although the exterior and interiors of the school don't always match up exactly, in several shots of the dining hall, we can see the six bays of tall windows. Now there is a chance they could just be windows from the middle floor, one of the balconied window sets, but the shape and compactness matches much more closely with the tower's rear facing window wall, the one that leads out onto the flat balcony.

The number of windows/bay divisions don't match up perfectly, but again, internal-external logic consistency isn't 100% at Alfea,

Additionally, in these shots from season two, we can see some smaller windows lining the upper sections of the wall opposite the window wall, which match up loosely with the windows on the rear towers, where they meet the roof of the dorm section.

We should also talk about sizes and room dimensions.

Based on the door below the smaller windows, the windows are at least three maybe four meters off the floor. The tables run about 5 meters.

Estimating for girls behind pillars, the most packed side holds 16 students, while the least packed has space for 13.

A quick bit of research into bench tables brought me some numbers.

The longest commercial tables I could find that came with suggested sizing by seat number suggested that for a 10 person table (4 on each long and 1 per end cap, so realistically for out count and 8 person table) would range between 2.2m, 2.6m, or 2.8m depending on how comfy or squished the seating is expected to be. Doubling those numbers to get tables to seat 16 max per side, we end up with tables ranging 4.4m, 5.2m, and 5.6m.

Doing a quick eyeball and stamp measurement, and given that the room isn't perfectly circular, but there is at least one (suspiciously straight) hallway outside it, I'd be okay saying that we're looking at a space with a rough diameter between 9 and 15 meters.

Finally, there's the thing that might be a door opposite the teachers' dais, which I think might match up with the external door on the tower that leads up a protruding staircase to a spiral staircase that leads to the observation platform on the top of the tower.

Or at least an elevator or internal spiral staircase up to the external door, or even a door across a corridor to the external door, depending on how big the overall dining hall really is in relation to the tower it's sitting in.

Why don't I think it leads to the kitchens?

Well, let's look at the kitchen: it looks roughly square, or at least not a whole lot longer one way than the other, so we're looking at a squarer sort of rectangle at most, and with that we can do a few quick calculations based on what's in the kitchen.

First, my research tells me that in a commercial kitchen, like for a restaurant, recommended kitchen size is .5m² per seat. The count of the students at the table (estimated 16+14+14+13=57 plus three teachers) give us around 60 seats, which makes our estimated kitchen around 30m².

(That's a fridge in the left corner as far as I can tell, though I did for a short time assume it was stairs. Gosh darn pattern on the door, fooling me.)

Further, commercial fridges, double ovens and cupboards give me widths of 610cm for a fridge, 60.96-68.58-76.2cm for double ovens, and 1200cm for a cupboard. recommended ventilation distance between ovens is a suggested minimum of 15.24cm, and there are four ovens along one wall with the fridge and the free standing cupboard. Using the largest width for ovens, we're looking at a room of at least 5.62m across.

It's important I note here, that the room isn't actually square, while the main body of it looks that way, there's also a little alcove attached along that wall.

Now there is a bit more space between the ovens than is recommended, enough for Musa to hide between them comfortably, but this gives us a starting base.

Even if the dining hall is 15ms across on the outside, that's still enough room to fit the kitchen in the tower given some of my other calculations which have the width of the mirrored buildings at 24-30m across, which should translate to the width of the flat topped towers.

But again, there's that zoom in, and the fact the girls come in from the side and turn left into the kitchen. I think we're looking at a kitchen position that's a little something like this:

Although I am hoping that despite the lack of any doors in the alcove, there's actually a walk in fridge/freezer behind the back wall, because there's plenty of cooking spaces, but there doesn't seem to be much in the way of food storage outside the free standing fridge in the corner, the pantry by the alcove, and the alcove.

Maybe there's more in the various short cupboards, but at least a portion of those would be for cooking utensils, crockery, cutlery, and I don't see any that are different enough to indicate cold storage vs long-life/shelf.

[puppetwoman17]

Ladies and gents, my first Billy Batson-centric fic! It’s called: The Batson Family Soap Opera: Ft. The Justice League

Here’s a snippet of the first chapter, already released on AO3 under the name SunShade878

In Study Room #1, Billy propped himself up on a chair and opened his laptop. The screen lit up the room, showing a half-finished Whiz Radio broadcast script. On another tab, Billy pulled up a bullet point list of topics to cover, and got to work.

He took bites out of the sandwich he got from the cafeteria as he worked. Looking from tab to tab, Billy paraphrased some of his talking points and left slots open throughout the script for a few brief questions.

He tapped a nail against the table when he paused after a commercial break slot and glanced at the time.

“Five minutes ‘til monitor duty,” he muttered. “Better close off for now.”

Not to say Billy was satisfied with his work, but he was proud of his clean punctuality record from his time with the League. It also translated to his reporter work, so that was a nice bonus. Now that he thought about it, Morris told him he could give Billy a small bonus if he turned everything in today…

Nope! He shook his head. Monitor duty now, Whiz work later.

Billy quickly packed his things and slotted his laptop in a cubby before making his way toward the monitor station. He checked the time on his watch, sighing in relief when he saw he was two minutes from the beginning of his two hour shift.

Okay, good.

He quickened his pace toward the familiar room, dutifully ignoring the concerned and curious looks on several familiar faces.

I swear, you’d think I was catatonic with the way these people look at me.

The monitor room had a large, imposing window that showed the expanse of space. It was something Billy could never get over, no matter how long he stared at it. Multiple screens were lit, showing various cities with superheroes of their own, helping children out of burning buildings and stopping robberies in progress.

A transparent hologram of Earth spun around slowly in the middle of the room. Graph lines went over and across each section of land and sea. Several small, red dots blinked green, and Billy smiled in satisfaction that they were doing good. He was doing good.

“Hey, Little B!”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Hey, Hal.”

Billy doesn’t have to turn around to see the Green Lantern’s cheeky grin as he sauntered into the room, power ring glowing emerald. “Ya seem tense, little man.” The grin faltered, revealing what Billy knew to be truer than the smile. “You okay?”

Now, you remember what Billy said about loving how protective the League was, right? And the thing is, he didn’t lie. He didn’t blame them for it, and he understood the need to protect people younger than you. Hell, he was well known enough in Fawcett for the younger street kids to know him by name. For them to know he knew all the best hiding spots and hoarding spots around the Cobbler District.

But sometimes it could just be so. Damn. Annoying.

“Oh, it’s just some last minute revisions for my broadcast tomorrow. Nothing major.”

“You remembered to eat, yeah?

Don’t roll your eyes, he’s not being condescending. “Took a sandwich from the canteen.”

“Cool, cool.”

Yeah, this was definitely one of those times where he felt coddled instead of protected. Now, maybe seven year old Billy, who’d just learned that he was now responsible for the wellbeing of an entire community and subcommunities of ethereal-infused life, would’ve loved the worry on Hal’s face.

Fourteen year old Billy, on the other hand, couldn’t help the queasy feeling in his stomach.

“Anyway, we should get started, huh?”

The whites of Hal’s domino mask widened. “Uh, yeah. Let’s.”

Billy mustered a small smile as he propped himself on one of the two chairs facing the screens. Hal flopped unceremoniously onto the other one, the smile on his face more prominent. Weird. Before, the smile seemed…dim, somehow.

Now, though, with the two of them looking through screens and chatting quietly as the hours ticked by, Hal’s nervousness and tenseness was chipped away, revealing the bumbling idiot Billy knew and cared for. The easy way with which they communicated was something Billy was thankful for. If anything, his identity reveal only strengthened their relationship.

It sort of felt like he was the reason for Hal’s better mood. But that was silly.

Right?

Tell me what you think on AO3!

[candywife333]

One of the guys

pairing: OT7? alphas X chubby wingwoman HYBE employee Y/N (omega in hiding)

NEW MINISERIES (almost resembles a series of just dribbles)

Summary: She's the man. No literally. She totally is. At least in the perception of everyone at HYBE. She hangs out with the guys like a pro , strategizes with them to get them any girl of their choice, gets rid of their one night stands with ease, convinces their FWBs to leave them alone, provides constructive criticism about their sexual techniques, and even counsels them when they are having mental breakdowns. In essence, she makes MEN out of boys. Is that her job description? Not exactly. But she does it anyway. Because Y/N just happens to be one of the guys.

Warning: cursing, crude language, eventual smut

PART 1

"Y/N, does this outfit look good for the date tonight?!!!", Taehyung paced around in a panicked fashion, worried about being late for his date.

Y/N turned around slowly in her revolving chair nursing a freshly baked croissant in her hand, quizzical expression on her face, right eyebrow propped up in a strong arch. She calmly advised, "Lose the ugly plaid shirt and replace it with a plain black turtle neck. Get rid of that thirsty look on your face and wipe the sweat on the nape of your neck. You don't want to look like you just ran a marathon. As much as old spice commercials try to convince guys that women like sweaty men, we don't like guys looking like drowning rats on first dates".

Taehyung opened his mouth open in shock and disbelief at her cutting words. Y/N questioned nonchalantly as she propped her sweat pant clad right leg on the coffee table, munching on her crispy treat, " Have I ever mislead you boi? Till now, have you not bagged a chick under my guidance"? Taehyung winced, because he very well knew that not only him, but all the other members never lost when Y/N advised them with regards to the workings of women. Especially in regards to the mindset of omegas.

They were all alphas and any girl, or omega for that matter that they chose to pursue, they got. Mainly because of Y/N. You could call her a lifestyle manager or a counselor. The words were not apt enough to describe her position completely. She was all encompassing in her role. Nobody would be able to replace her.

Y/N was originally one of their junior managers, till they slowly realized that she was worth more than just that job role. Taehyung remembered the day they had met her. When Jungkook had been bemoaning his lack of p***y at the time, Y/n had remained in her usual uniform of black sweatpants and baggy black shirt with a smirking expression on her quiet face. Side note: None of them knew how y/N even looked like under those baggy clothes, she never changed her clothes, ever. Under any circumstances.

She had taken one look at Jungkook's pitiful, pathetic little face propped up like Orphan Annie on a blue loveseat, and remarked in her usual quietly cutting manner, "You need to wash that BO off your armpits boy. Brush your teeth. Use some salicylic acid on that face. And learn what weights are. Girls don't like oily spaghetti. We like it in our mouth when we eat it, but we don't like f**king it". They had all been startled at the time.

But she had resolutely continued her tirade, "You can take the advice or leave it. But I guarantee that if you fix what I said, you will have girls falling all over themselves for you, like flies over lasagna". After her curt statement, she walked away, a baggy legend , without even a glance backwards.

Over the years, since their debut, she remained in the background, mostly staying in HYBE's main building, acting as a mix between manager, mental health counselor, life coach and sex therapist. If anyone had questions that they couldn't get figured out anywhere else, they came to Y/N. Cause she was just that good. New idols swore by her, even giving up time off some times, just to have appointments with her biweekly.

She was too good, to the point that even the jade rock statue that was Yoongi, would consult her when he was struggling. And he never even consulted his parents, so that was saying a lot. It was even more hilarious that their head of PR and sometimes even Bang PD were found creeping into her office. She was a magician and a queen and she knew it.

Taehyung nodded at her suggestions, not questioning her and got ready to head out the door as Y/N made her way out of his dressing room. She rarely did much strenuous activity, so she had this habit where she calculated her steps daily and would be found randomly pacing around the HYBE building with her tablet in hand.

As Y/N left his room, Jungkook walked in, smiling at y/n in glee, making grabby hands to try to hug her. She swatted him away with a smirk and walked away as he entered the room. He grunted, " Looking good Tae. Off to bag Ashley I see. You are pulling all the stops for this one". Taehyung shrugged , "No choice dude. She is super selective about who she dates. Which is why Y/N told me to go for a basic but chic look. And she told me to keep some gum on me, in case my breath stank. Because apparently classy girls hate garlic".

Jungkook nodded absently, clearly not interested in girls like Ashley, the daughter of a makeup corporation's CEO. He motioned for Taehyung to come closer, as if what he were about to say were a top secret, "Do you ever wonder what Y/n ACTUALLY looks like"? Taehyung, bopped him on his coconut head with his right hand. "The hell do you mean, what she actually looks like. Not like she is lying to us. The girl doesn't even wear makeup". Jungkook shook his head frantically, "That isn't what I mean. I mean, we don't even know her shape, she dresses so baggy she looks like a blob. And her face is obscured by her thick black specs that honestly look more like sunglasses because of the tinting. And her hair is always pulled up into a bun, so we don't even know the texture of her hair".

Taehyung pondered these sentiments. For sure, Y/N was very bland when it came to appearance. The only distinctive thing about her was her ocean breeze fragrance. Otherwise she blended into the background. "Why are you suddenly so curious Jungkook? She's worked for so long at HYBE. Why does it matter"? Jungkook looked uneasy as he proclaimed after a pregnant pause and gathered Taehyung even closer as if to divulge some national security threat, "I have a suspicion that she has a........please don't tell anyone my conjectures........big ........ASS".

Dumbfounded at his outlandish statement, Taehyung exclaimed in disbelief, "You mean a BADUNKADUNK, A G WAGON, A DUMP TRUCK? OUR Y/N"?!! He nervously tittered, "no way man, no way". Jungkook winced as he continued, "Well I am sort of curious, because you see...", he twiddled his thumbs with trepidation, "I sort of was looking when she bent over to pick up a pen...and her shirt sort of slid up and I saw something that looked massive. You know, of global proportions". He paused as if in deep concentration, finger on his head, "Worldwide, if I had to put it in the simplest terms. And the stranger thing, is that her scent smelled like strawberry cheesecake for all of 2 seconds till it switched back to her usual fragrance".

Both of them stood there, puzzled in a quandary. This may not seem like a big deal. But it definitely was. Because if Y/N was pretending to be someone else entirely, their world view and perception of life, may have just shifted drastically.

[shadeops21]

MWII Cosplay - Ghost "Urban Ops" WIP - "The Haunted" Chimera prop

[CW/TW: Pictured below is a gel blaster replica firearm. This is NOT a fully functional firearm.]

I have been working over six months now to work on replicating the same rifle that Ghost wields during the opening mission, as well as Alone & Ghost Team.

It's available in MWII Multiplayer through the blueprint known as "The Haunted", and I have managed to create a near-1:1 match of the build with a Honey Badger gel blaster.

I did have to compromise on some parts and details, and there are a couple of details that I've yet to add on but they're very minor.

Pictures below the cut!

Here's the blueprint taken from in-game:

And here is my build:

So, first things first: the handguard is a 3D printed adaptation of the in-game model. The actual handguard isn't commercially available as I don't think it exists. Discussions with a friend have concluded that it is a hybridized form that incorporates the factory handguard produced by Q and elements from the Geissele SMR handguards.

Compromises:

Game textures have it painted black and a dull green-grey colour, however I was unable to obtain a matching colour. Seeing the model in-game under lighting had it show more as a tan however, so I have opted for tan.

Front foregrip I've used is an H&K Assault Grip, as my KAC VFG is on another build of mine, and this was the closest I have to the grip used in-game (again, a fictionalised design to my knowledge). Still searching for a match however I'm coming up empty.

I've used a clone Aimpoint CompM2 instead of an Aimpoint PRO. PROs are hard to find clones of, especially in Australia. Same basic shape and silhouette though. I don't have the lens covers for it though. Same with the mount, not the exact same type unfortunately but close enough.

In-game, it's equipped with a laser aiming device. I've swapped that out for a replica Surefire Mini Scout M300C because if/when I do use this on a field, I want to be able to light up my target and see it.

I'm struggling to source black rubber bands to add around the stock's adjustment button, so I may get different colour ones or ditch them entirely.

I've gotta source pens in the right colours so I can add the "07"/"B07" marks on either side of the receiver.

May omit the strip of velcro with the little UK flag on the left upper receiver.

Either way, I'm very pleased with how this has turned out!

Let me know what you all think in the notes/reblogs!

I'm a week and a half from taking this to Supanova Brisbane!

[dreamsrealtyrealestate]

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Example:

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Example:

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Example:

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Example:

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Example:

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[chaoscolacentral]

Sonic Racing CrossWorlds - Chaos, Uncontrolled

Last weekend I got to take part in the Network Test for Sonic Racing CrossWorlds. Spoiler - it’s good! It’s arcadey! It’s a clusterfuck! It’s NOT Sonic and Sega All Star Racing Transformed!

I think that’s the big thing you really have to reconcile. Sega made the best kart racer of all time - All Star Racing Transformed is in a league of its own, and if you’ve never played it, that might be surprising to hear. Immaculate drifting and handling, weapons with skill expression, gorgeous tracks with presentation reverent enough to overwhelm the Skies of Arcadia creators with emotion. Only Crash Team Racing comes close to it for me.

This isn’t Sonic and Sega All Stars Racing Transformed, and it took me at least half my playtime to accept that. The handling is good, but different. Air tricks can’t be failed, meaning you can spam them on every jump for a boost - the risk/reward is gone. Boats and planes return, but their new gameplay feels neutered - truly a side attraction to driving, rather than a companion piece.

ARST wasn’t the biggest commercial success, though. It was really technical and demanding, its challenge mode was NAILS hard, and its online was filled with devils who lived and breathed it, so I have to concede that copying the formula wouldn’t necessarily be the best idea. I do think that CrossWorlds hits a similar arcade-y vibe to ASRT, but whereas the former serves up an experience where every replay gives you a chance to perfect your skills, the latter is a chaotic, scrappy fight to the finish where you never know what you’re going to get.

The biggest gimmick this time are the Warp Rings. Every second lap gives player 1 the opportunity to select where the race will go. Lap 1 might be a glitzy cyber stadium, but Lap 2 could see you on a giant roulette wheel, thrust back in time to dodge rampaging dinosaurs, or flying through a lava-filled asteroid! After that, you’re back to your first track for a final lap, but the layout is different. New shortcuts open, new hazards are revealed, and I swear you get even more of the hard-hitting items. There’s even a chance for the levels to randomly change gimmick. Frenzy Mode saw 10x more speed boosters litter the track like candy, and your drift boosts charged up nigh instantly. It all makes for one frenetic time, and I can’t wait to see what else is on offer when the game releases.

If you won the last match, you get to wear a little crown for the next match. Well, for Cream, Cheese gets to wear it instead. Adorable.

Speaking of tracks, I really liked the stage choices! There’s a bunch of different paths and mini-shortcuts even outside of the lap change mechanics. Metal Harbour from SA2 has rampaging GUN robots and a giant ramp that appears after a rocket launches. It’s very thematic of the level it’s referencing. E-Stadium is a fun take on Green Hill Zone - replicating its assets in a holographic voxel format as decoration for a giant stadium, lined with cheering Chao.

The breakout star for me was Wonder Museum. Rather than be an explicit callback to another Sonic game, it serves as an in-universe museum lined with lots of mini callbacks. The cynic in me could have easily seen this be a prop reuse track, but its all new assets! It has Tail’s biplane and ancient rocks that resemble something from Frontiers, yes, but it also has old-timey cars, skeletal dinosaurs, and some SA2-styled archaeologist ghosts flying around - the whole thing doesn’t seem like a desperate callback so much as a piece of contextualised world-building. Yes, this is totally what a museum in the Sonic universe would look like!

Some surprising choices for the first 9 characters! I mean, Tails? Who even is that?! (Also I made a C.C coloured car :D)

Anyway, back to the gameplay. This lil preview is a rattle off of my thoughts ad-hoc, and that means it’s a scattered and scrambled and all over the place and - hey! What’s that on the horizon?! OH GOD IT’S AN ANALOGY!!

I can’t understate it - CrossWorlds is a fucking warzone. I’ve never seen a kart racer where the group was so densely packed. This feels like Mario Kart Wii on crack. Often times, a well-timed boost item could see me rocket from 11th to 1st - and a weapon from my opponent could easily send me back. Racers are constantly scraping paint against one another. There was no situation in which I felt a player could dominate - every one of us was always seconds away from victory or disaster. Somehow, getting hit doesn’t feel awful - you’ll slow, but never to a full stop, and you’re usually back at full speed in a matter of seconds. The expectation is that you’re going to be a hit, a lot, and I do think it works, but you really have to be in the mood for it.

Gadgets only add to the mayhem. You can add passive abilities to your cars, and they mix things up quite substantially. One lets you time your boost for more gains a la Crash Team Racing, one makes your air tricks faster. Some can even start you with a certain item! My build consisted of carrying more rings (which correlate to your speed), and gaining rings every time I slammed my car into someone. In my dinky little Handling-type car, I felt a bit like a parasite, sucking on the teat of the big mean predators for their sweet, sweet rings. I do wonder if there will be a dominant meta build that will win out, but I guess time while tell! For now, there feels like there’s enough customisation that everyone will find something to match their playstyle.

On the subject of cars, you can make your own! There’s Speed, Acceleration, Power, and Handling, and they each have different stats. You can buy and unlock parts, change the colours, and even add stickers! It’s delightful. Some of the cars are clearly based on characters, like Sonic and Shadow, and some are really cool callbacks. You can make Eggman’s drill car from Sonic 2, or ride in a Motobug-inspired nippy thing. Anyone can ride any car, so you can put Cream the Rabbit in a giant killdozer. I can’t wait to see how Extreme Gear, the airboards from Sonic Riders, play like, plus what other car options they’ll have at launch! Collecting and building your own might give CrossWorlds some real staying power.

Speaking of presentation, it’s full of nice touches. There’s an emote wheel unique to each character, each with little chibi renditions that match the Sonic the Sketchog series Sega put out a few years back. Characters take part in banter, but it’s so rare as not to overstay its welcome. Cream cheerfully exclaiming that she hit Shadow and Omega, while the two earnestly express how proud they are of her warms my heart like nobody’s business.

There were a lot of Shadows - why would you pick him when you could put Cream in a killdozer though?!

I only have two big criticisms. It took a little bit too long to get into a race for my liking. There’s match making, then 30 seconds of lobby antics where you vote for a track (you can emote and honk your horn which is pretty silly though), then loading in…then racing! It probably adds up to like 2 or 3 minutes per race in total. It’s not the end of the world, but reducing that would definitely help. The other issue is the sound design - it’s mixed in a very muddy way. Characters yell every time you span the air tricks, which you’re doing all the time, items blare and bleep and it all washes out the music. I don’t think I like the music much, either. It’s serviceable, until the 3rd lap, where a choral rendition of the track’s theme will play. It kind of gives Pokemon Scarlet and Violet, but in execution it’s a bit anaemic. Only the jazzy lounge stylings of Wonder Museum made an impact with me. It’s super weird, they made levels like Water Palace from Sonic Rush then didn’t put a remix of Back 2 Back in? Ocean View, from Sonic Heroes, gets a jingle of Sonic R’s theme, and then You Can Do Anything from Sonic CD?? I understand the reasoning, because Ocean View did the same thing in both All Stars Racing & Transformed, but that was a game representing multiple franchises! This is Sonic! Use the good music!!

Ultimately, I think your enjoyment of CrossWorlds will depend on what you want out of a kart racer - you cannot drive your way to victory alone, and items will absolutely ruin your day, but you can give as good as you get. Personally I think there’s a balance between skill and luck, and this might be skirting just a bit too far on the randomness side. That being said, I’m also gutted the weekend is over and I can’t play it anymore, so that speaks for itself really! I'm very keen to see the full cast of characters, hoping for challenge mode to rival ASRT’s and a story mode to beat Team Sonic Racing’s - so I guess time will tell!

Also, King Boom Boo is the blue shell equivalent. He wears sunglasses because he’s weak to sunlight in SA2. Delightful.

[2dmax]

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