#and the opportunity to do it is so exciting!!

[moonlitwitchdaisy]

fashion photographer!gojo part 1

paris fashion week was as exhausting as it was exhilarating for you.

trying to make it to three shows in a day, squeezing in castings in between, attending countless parties, and meeting new people made you feel like you were truly living life to the fullest.

especially that arrogant and handsome photographer… he never missed an opportunity to invade your packed schedule and fill it with himself.

after the shoot with fashion photographer!gojo in paris, you had ended up in his massive hotel suite and lost count of how many times you fucked. not a single corner of that hotel room was left untouched.

of course, that wasn’t enough for him. whether you had free time or not didn’t matter—there wasn’t a single moment he wasn’t stuffing his cock into your pussy, either before a show, in the car rushing to the next one, or even at the after-parties.

“models for the runway, please gather near the photographers’ area backstage,” the backstage coordinator’s shout made your fingers tighten even more in gojo’s hair.

“gojo… i need to go, ple-nghhh please stop,” you whimpered as gojo harshly sucked on your clit, pulling yet another moan from your lips.

right now, you were in a spot a little away from the backstage area, somewhere you didn’t know how gojo had found, and where no one else was around. he was among the guests invited to the show and would be watching from the front row. the moment he arrived backstage, people flocked to him, showering him with attention and making him the center of it all. but gojo wasn’t there to mingle or admire the new collection.

you knew exactly what he wanted.

gojo lifted his head from between your legs, his lips glistening and his face slick with your juices, looked up at you. “how many times do i have to tell you to call me satoru?”

“fuck off, satoru, i need to go.”

“and i don’t want you to go,” he replied, sliding his fingers along your drenched folds, making you gasp. “besides, i think you don’t want to leave right now either. please, baby, let me help relieve your stress, hm?”

the show you were about to walk in was the most anticipated event of fashion week. your legs were trembling with nervous excitement, and you were terrified you might stumble and fall on the runway. gojo, however, had promised to help you turn that around, and now here you were, pressed against a wall in some hidden room, letting one of the most prominent figures in the fashion world eat your pussy.

your grip on his snowy white hair loosened slightly. “i don’t want to embarrass myself.”

gojo pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh before looking back up at you. “you won’t. remember, if you’ve proven to me how amazing a model you can be, everyone else already knows how good you are.”

arrogant bastard. even in a sentence meant to reassure you, he managed to stroke his own ego.

“instead of using your mouth to praise yourself, use it to make me cum. wasn’t that what you wanted, to help me relieve my stress?” you smirked.

gojo seemed to enjoy your bold words because he wasted no time responding. “whatever my favorite model wants.” and with that, he got right back to work.

as his two fingers pumped into you, his tongue kept pace, swirling over your clit. his tongue was relentless, flicking and drawing circles on that sensitive little spot, making your eyes flutter shut.

“so good, keep going,” you tilted your head back, moaning and craving more.

gojo curled his fingers, finding your g-spot, while his tongue drew intricate shapes on your swollen bud. as if that wasn’t enough, he sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips relentless.

“fuck, fuck…” your legs shook, and your hands gripped his hair with a strength you didn’t know you had.

gojo briefly pulled his lips away from your dripping clit with a lewd pop, his fingers still working inside you. “you’re so fucking beautiful. this pussy was made for me. god, it’s trembling around my fingers just like your legs.” he growled before diving back in, sucking harder.

“i love—i love when you touch me. you make me feel so fucking good.” it was true. every touch of his made you feel like a goddess. people weren’t wrong when they said satoru gojo had a talent for elevating others.

whether it was through his photos, his mouth, or his cock.

gojo released your clit again, though his fingers never faltered. he whispered into your dripping pussy, “because you are perfect, my muse.” then he sped up his fingers and brought his mouth back to your clit, sucking with a fervor that had you seeing stars.

his nose brushed against you as he worked, and the sensation sent a deep moan ripping from your throat. you didn’t care if anyone outside heard the mix of moans and cries spilling from your mouth. right now, all you cared about was finding relief before the big show.

“goj-satoru shit, my legs are t-trembling,” you stammered, pressing his face closer, signaling how close you were. the only thing shaking more than your legs was your voice as his relentless mouth and fingers drove you to the edge.

“cum, baby. soak my face, cover me in your sweetness. fuck, you taste so good.”

as he growled those words into your pussy, your trembling turned into spasms, and you shut your eyes. the orgasm spread through your body, yet gojo’s fingers didn’t stop. as you grew more sensitive, you begged him to stop. at first, he didn’t listen and kept going, but eventually, the movements of his fingers slowed down. finally, he stopped and slowly withdrew his fingers, now coated in your sticky juices.

“let me clean you up,” he murmured, licking the juices that had trickled down your thighs. “can’t have you going on the runway like this, right?” his tongue lapped at your thighs as he peppered soft kisses along your skin.

“you’re insane, satoru gojo,” you muttered, your hand brushing against the nape of his neck—his favorite spot to be touched.

he pressed one last kiss to your sensitive pussy before standing up. he fixed the designer skirt that had ridden up your waist, then leaned down to capture your lips with his still-wet ones. “you look relaxed now. when you walk the runway, remember this—I’ll only be watching you.” he pulled back, smoothing his hair before heading for the door. just as he reached it, he turned around. “oh, and after the show, come to the back entrance. my car will be waiting. sorry you’ll miss the after-party, but trust me, i’ll make up for it in the car and the room later.”

once he left, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. with all the stress drained from your body, you were finally ready for the show. a few minutes later, you emerged from the room, ignoring the frantic chatter of people saying they’d been looking for you everywhere. “i just needed to relax,” you said, brushing past their confused faces and taking your place in the lineup.

after the show ended, you quickly changed, bid everyone goodbye with a rushed excuse about missing the after-party, and headed to the back entrance. opening the door of the sleek black car, you found that cocky, talented photographer sitting there in his cream-colored suit and vintage sunglasses. without saying a word, you climbed into the car and sat beside him.

you said nothing, just looked straight ahead. but you knew he had that smug grin on his face.

just before the car started moving, gojo pressed a button, and the black partition separating the front and back began to rise. you turned to look at him, and before he could say anything, you climbed into his lap, tossing his sunglasses aside and crashing your lips against his.

fashion photographer!gojo may have made you miss the after-party, but he made sure to give you the best one in the car and the hotel room. again. and again.

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[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I am not EVERY autistic person so this probably won't be a total coverage approach, but here's what I have learned:

People like to feel that you pay attention to and remember little but important things about them. And when someone is "small-talking" with you, it is often because they either want to offer you some of that info about themselves, or they want to pearn it about you so they can "return the effort". I think of it a bit like call and response with my cats! They don't understand me, and I don't understand them, but when I walk into the kitchen each morning, Lup runs towards me excitedly making her tiny little squeaks and trills. That's kitty small-talk! Many words of all varieties just say "I love you! I missed you! I'm happy to be here with you today!"

So I answer her! Sometimes I mimic her little sounds, and other times I pretend we're gossiping like church ladies (*gasp* NO, you're KIDDING, he said THAT?? What a scandal!") But whichever I do Lup gets excited and continues her little "conversation" with me.

People are harder. I had to really take time and practice different ways of responding before I found appropriate "call and response" for small talk, but I found that there are genuinely more options than you'd think. And the same thing happened! As I learned how to "call and respond" to small talk, I found that people would excitedly approach me to have it, and gradually we got to know each other enough that the "calls" coming from both sides got less general, more tailored to our personal preferences and interests, and I didn't have to small talk as much (but when I did it wasn't as scary either)

This isn't just my personal theory either! A fair amount of research in interpersonal/social in-group dynamics suggests that "bids for attention" like small talk function in this way of call-and-response intimacy/connection building. I have found that a LOT of social etiquette gets less scary to navigate when I at least understand the function of it. It also gave me some understsnding of why people might be hurt when I visibly don't WANT to "respond" to a "call" they've made: I'm the same way about my "calls" I just use different ones! The way I feel when I ask someone "would you want to hang out with me in the kitchen while I make lunch?" (Sad, a little anxious or vulnerable, maybe hurt if they've said no to a LOT of recent calls, etc) is the same way others feel when I decline theirs! That doesn't change if it was MISSED rather than DECLINED, but it can be repaired! Ao another thing I've taken to doing is naming for people the calls I have learned I'm most likely to miss. I know I have a hard time understanding/recognizing small talk as a call to attention, so I let people know that! And generally the people I connect best with are the ones who notice I missed a call and offer me an explicit/direct opportunity to reject it before internalizing what I've done as a rejection. This isn't really an option for everyone! And while I'm always delighted when someone is compatible with me in that way, I don't get upset if they're not, and work to not take it personally as something I'm doing wrong either.

Anyway, this got rambly at the end there, but the point is, most social interactions have a FUNCTION and while being autistic frequently means that we struggle to learn and interact in these systems as they currently exist, but that doesn't necessarily mean that we don't also depend on those functions. I think it can be easy to forget that part of the "disabling" effects of social/communication symptoms in autism is how it cuts us off from systems of support, care, and human interconectedness (things we still NEED) and it can matter to our quality of life to be able to find compatible alternatives to fulfilling those functions even if the original mechanism (small talk in this case) doesn't suit us.

Being bad at small talk doesn't mean you don't need friends, but it will probably make it very hard to MAKE friends. And we each and all deserve to decide for ourselves what to do about that.

I'm trying to figure out a good way to say "you really should actually learn the basics of small talk" with sounding like I'm biased against autistic people.

[ckret2]

Bill's getting a makeover from Pacifica!! Yaaay

And what good will it do him?

Here's chapter 83 of human Bill Cipher being more of a prisoner in his body than in the Mystery Shack by this point: the shack's decided that the only possible thing that can save them from certain doom is getting Bill to flirt with a government agent, and Pacifica's recruited to help.

She does NOT know who her customer is.

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"Folks, I'm not exaggerating when I say that out of all my duties as mayor, there's no greater honor than getting to host the county's annual Best Baby Ever Pageant and meeting all your beautiful and talented children. When I look in each young shape's bright little eye, and know that in this room are this county's future priests, police officers, teachers, doctors, entrepreneurs, maybe even the mayor of tomorrow... It gives me hope for the future." The mayor lowered his voice conspiratorially, "And it doesn't hurt that I get to declare it a city holiday and lock town hall's door for the day, either."

The parents in the audience chuckled appreciatively. Their children, who would have had the day off anyway and frankly found this a whole lot more work, mostly didn't.

"But all good things must come to an end, and we've reached the end of this year's competition." The mayor gestured to the contestants behind him, lined up in front of a temporary backdrop with a cheapy, shiny curtain. Most of the contestants were being held by a parent, but a few were old enough to fidget in front of the crowd all alone. "We've awarded all the individual prizes for each age bracket—which have gone to kids with any number of sides, with ages ranging everywhere from five years old to five hours old—and now all we have left is this year's grand prize!"

An enormous trophy waited to the mayor's side. It was plastic and hollow, but it was painted gold and taller than most of the children.

The mayor said, "And the winner of this year's Best Baby Ever award is... " Someone at the back of the hall played a pre-recorded drumroll through a tinny speaker. "The overall winner from the Age 0-6 Months category—Billy Cipher!"

Scalene let out a squeal of excitement that was audible over the applause. Bill startled awake in her arm and blinked sleepily around the room.

Several of the other parents on stage surreptitiously shot Scalene dirty looks—of course her kid had won, who could deny a newborn a prize on his birthday? It would be adorable. The judges had probably leaped at the opportunity.

Scalene shifted Bill in front of herself so the audience could see him better and so she could flash a hidden razor-sharp grin to a couple of her defeated rivals. That was exactly why she'd brought him today.

"Congratulations," the mayor said, placing a very tiny crown atop Bill. Bill endured this with patient, sleepy befuddlement. "Billy will be going home with the grand prize trophy and cash prize—as well as a full set of cutlery from our sponser, Knifeco Knives! But of course we'll hand that to mama to handle," he chuckled. "And the top winners from the other brackets will receive four-piece cutlery gift sets from Knifeco, which include—"

Scalene snatched the microphone from the mayor, jabbed him aside with one corner, and gushed to the crowd, "Thank you so much! I'm sure I'm speaking for my little Billy when I say just how grateful and honored he'll be when he's old enough to understand what a gift you've given him." She beamed out at the crowd, her flashy candy apple red makeup (she'd hastily slathered herself in side liner on her way to the pageant) drowning out every other shape on the stage—except for the naturally neon yellow infant in her arm. "As some of the pageant regulars—"

The mayor said, "Scalene, we didn't actually schedule time for the winners to make speeches—"

She sweetly whispered, "No one wants to hear about the sponsor, Otto," and pushed him aside. "As some of the pageant regulars here already know—I see you out there, hello!—I'm a pageant queen myself—(Miss Teen Curvy Strait three separate years!)—so, as a new mother, I'm so pleased that my little golden child is following in the family footsteps. I..."

The spotlights were blazing hot. She didn't understand how Bill—now wide awake again—could stare straight into the piercing lights without even blinking. Maybe he was blind; it would figure, considering what the afterbirth looked like.

Her knees were weak. Her sides screamed in pain. She shifted her grip to hold Bill more securely and to try to coax the sharpest spot of pain on that side to migrate to a fresh spot, shook off a wave of dizziness, and went on, "I hope that this is just the first of many future crowns for me—myyy sweet little Billy, ahem. I can promise you'll be seeing a lot of him in... in the..."

With a thud, she passed out and collapsed against the theater backdrop.

A nearby child squeaked in alarm.

"Scalene?!" Euclid was at the back of the audience, having snuck in during the closing ceremonies and hovered near the door where he could at least hear as the winners were announced. Now, as the mayor and several other pageant parents rushed to Scalene's side, he shoved his way through the crowd. "Move, that's my wife! Dang it, I told you to use your cane!"

One of the other mothers pulled out a copy of the program and fanned Scalene's eye. The mayor scooped up Bill and checked him for injuries. "Are you alright, little tri?"

Still too small to move himself, his eye darted in a panic to his mother's face, to the bright bright spotlights, to his mother again, to the blurry blue of his father buried deep in a sea of other shapes, to the mayor and the many strange faces crowded around him—and then he swallowed back his oversized eye to open his mouth and wail.

Which was the exact moment the stage curtain caught fire.

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A bearded man with his hair done up in black liberty spikes and a spider web tattoo climbing up his left arm watched as Pacifica dumped several shopping bags of makeup onto her desk. "This visitor must be really important. You never pass up doing these guys' weekly grooming." He was sitting on the barn floor, brushing an alpaca with long, silky white hair.

"You have no idea." Pacifica stuffed the shopping bags in the wastebasket surreptitiously hidden under her far-too-big U-shaped executive desk, and quickly sorted the beauty supplies into their proper order of operations.

"Didn't you say it's Mabel and one of her friends? Mabel's here all the time."

"It's not just any friend, Spiderwebs!" Pacifica pulled a locket out of a desk drawer, ran over to Spiderwebs, and popped it open. "It's this friend! I've never met him before, all I know is that he has the most gorgeous hair I've ever seen. I have got to make a good first impression."

Spiderwebs and the alpaca inspected the locket's contents. He said, "You've never met him and you've got some of his hair in a locket?"

Pacifica flushed. "Th— Shut up!" She snapped the locket shut and stuffed it in a pocket. "I had the locket just lying around anyway, it's whatever."

At the sound of voices outside, Pacifica gasped. "They're here! Do I look okay?!"

Spiderwebs—whose entire outfit cost less than Pacifica's left sock and who quite frankly found the amount of makeup Pacifica wore concerning for a child her age—said, "Sure, fine."

"Great!" Pacifica bounced on the balls of her feet, squealed in excitement, and ran outside to greet Mabel and her friend. "Heyyy there! I'm Pacifica Northwest, it's so nice to meet—" She froze, "you..."

Before her stood a person with the most beautiful golden hair she'd ever seen.

Which was attached to a lady in a t-shirt, an eyepatch, a bedsheet, and cheap novelty slippers that look like fish. 

On top of that, the lady was mildly sunburned (obviously no moisturizer), wasn't wearing a bra, was leaning on an umbrella like a cane, clearly hadn't shaved in a while, had a very obvious fake tooth, had a weird bulgy eye, sort of smelled like fish (please don't let it be the slippers), and, to cap it all off, was fat.

Pacifica was working on herself. She was trying to unlearn the lessons about beauty she'd learned from her mom, and from the child pageant circuit, and from all her judgy friends, and from the modeling industry. She was slowly getting comfortable with the idea that physical beauty wasn't everything.

However. So far, that meant she'd been working on accepting ideas like it's okay if sometimes I'm an 8/10 instead of a 10/10. She had not yet tackled the far more daunting proposition of internalizing concepts like it's okay if sometimes other people are ugly.

Which was a problem, if she was going to give this person a makeover.

She swallowed hard and rearranged her expectations for the afternoon.

"Hey Pacifica!" Mabel beamed at her. "Thanks sooo much helping! This is Goldie, he's your customer. Goldie, this is Pacifica." Mabel gasped. "Giorgio, you're lookin' so fiiiine!" She ran into the barn to greet the alpaca Spiderwebs was grooming.

Leaving Pacifica outside with a stranger with a very creepy smile. Pacifica said, "Ummm..."

"The feeling's mutual, haha." On top of everything else, Goldie had a weird, nasally voice.

He, Mabel had said. "Hey, um," said Pacifica, who had never actually been in this position before and wasn't quite sure the polite way to handle it, "not to be rude, but... are you a guy, orrr...?"

"I'm whatever makes this conversation easiest. Don't overthink it!" He swept around Pacifica, hands clasped behind his back and around his umbrella, and sauntered into the barn. Which was kind of impressive, because fish-shaped slippers didn't seem designed for sauntering.

"So... guy?" Pacifica tried.

"For you? Sure," Goldie said indulgently. "Our target's expecting a lady, though, so—" Without turning toward Pacifica, he gestured up-and-down at his body. "Expect to femme this thing up."

Pacifica bit her lips as she swallowed down the most profound disappointment of her life so far, readjusted her expectations for the evening, and figured out what to say. She may not have unlearned the instinct to be shallowly judgmental, but she'd at least made progress on learning to keep it in her head. Most of it. Some—some of it. She'd keep some of it to herself. "Oh-kay. I don't know what Mabel told you, but—just so you know, I'm not running some charity barbershop for the homeless, all right? I'm a professional. I take looks seriously. I'm not going to soften the truth just because you're Mabel's friend, so—if you're not okay with that, you should just go home now."

He turned to glance at her, his trajectory curving to the side as he did; and suddenly she felt like a very small fish being circled by a hungry stingray. "Wow! You and Mabel both had to warn me! At this point, I'll be disappointed if you're polite." Goldie laughed. "Don't worry, I wasn't expecting a barbershop." He used his umbrella to gesture around at the barn, "A barbershop would smell less like farm animals." He flipped up his eyepatch (he had a whole second eye under there?) so he could shoot Pacifica a sly sideways glance. "Maybe personality can make up for looks. Right?"

Pacifica's face flushed red. Personality can make up for looks was what Pacifica's mom said other moms told their ugly daughters when they entered pageants they had no shot of winning. "Hey, how dare you! Maybe this barn is an ugly salon—but it's a beautiful ranch!" She huffed, "Anyway, I didn't have a choice! I couldn't bring you home in front of my parents. You're better suited to the barn."

She regretted it the moment the words were out of her mouth—that was the kind of thing she was trying not to say to people as often—but Goldie's grin only widened. "Just do what you can with this flesh scarecrow I'm wearing, Alpaca. I know what beauty standards around here are like, I know what I look like, and I'm more apathetic about this body than you could possibly imagine. You won't hurt my feelings!" He flipped his eyepatch back down and glanced away from her, eye roving around the barn ceiling like a searchlight trying to find a stray bat. "Nobody goes to a coach because they're expecting to be told 'you're beautiful just the way you are'!"

A coach—like a pageant coach? He was making an awful lot of allusions to the pageant world. Just to make fun of her, or...? "You're lucky I'm not a coach. You couldn't afford my rates."

Goldie laughed. "You'd overcharge!" And then he ignored her, turning his attention to her one full-time employee. "Hey, Spiderwebs! So this is where you ended up! Workin' hard or hardly workin'?"

Spiderwebs looked up from the aplaca he was tending to to frown at Goldie. "Do I know you?"

"Know me? You picked a fight with me once!"

"Oh. Who won?"

"By the time I was finished with you, you were stone-cold unconscious!"

"That's probably why I don't remember it."

While Goldie was distracted talking to Spiderwebs, Pacifica knelt by Mabel—who was crouched to wrap her arms around Giorgio's neck and nuzzle him—and muttered, "Your friend's a major creep."

"What did he do," Mabel asked.

Pacifica thought. What did he do? Say he wouldn't be offended by brutal honesty? Tell her her barn smelled like a barn? "Nothing, it's just—the way he did it."

"Yeah," Mabel sighed. "We're working on his people skills." At least she didn't think Pacifica was crazy.

"Hey, does Goldie have any, like... beauty industry experience, that you know of?"

"His mom was a model," Mabel said. "And he did some stuff with beauty pageants?"

"Yeah? What kind of stuff?"

"Ummm..." Mabel grimaced uncertainly. "Tech... stuff...?" Okay, she clearly didn't have a clue. But that was what she'd wanted to know: yes, he was familiar with the pageant scene. She readjusted her expectations for the afternoon for the second time in as many minutes.

Apparently finished with Spiderwebs, Goldie called, "Anyway, I'm not trying to win ay supreme crowns!" Make that familiar with the pageant scene and wanted to make sure Pacifica knew that. "Just seduce some government agent who already thinks this is hot. You're lucky, we have an easy target!"

Mabel said, "This guy!" She unwrapped one arm from around Giorgio's neck to hold her phone out.

Pacifica took it. It was displaying a distinguished-looking middle-aged gentleman with a no-nonsense frown in a classy black suit. Her eyebrows went up. Ooh. The suit was kind of cheap, but it was well-tailored, which made a world of difference. Looked like he took care of himself, too. Definitely worked out. Too bad about the hair, but hey, Pacifica happened to know a great product that could help with that.

She put a hand on Mabel's arm. "I will help Goldie win his heart."

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Bill hardly glanced around as Pacifica led them into her office; he was familiar with the space. By daylight, it looked less "rustic" and more "cutesy overpriced modern farmhouse." 

"I've got everything set up in my office," Pacifica said, coming in with Mabel behind her. There was indeed a wide variety of makeup supplies spread out on her desk. "But the makeup has to wait, we've got to start with your hair."

Bill fought back a cringe. "Don't want to save the best for last?"

"Always do your hair first," Pacifica said firmly. She ducked through a door into a bathroom connected to her office. "That's your first fashion lesson. You can't wash your hair with a face full of makeup. And trying to use a blow dryer or hair iron around your makeup makes you look like a melting wax figure."

"I've seen those in person," Mabel said. "Pacifica's right, that's not a cute look. Especially when the eyeballs start rolling out! Apparently, wax figures' eyeballs are made out of glass?"

Bill made a beeline for the corner where he knew Pacifica kept a folding chair and asked, "Hey, what happened to all those eyes, anyway?" Mabel always needed new arts and crafts supplies, and he bet those would be great for jewelry.

"We stuck them in a big jar." Mabel was lurking in the bathroom door, watching Pacifica. "They're still cursed, though. They turn to look at you when you walk by."

"Even better."

"I can see why the Pines family likes you," Pacifica grumbled.

Bill could think of three Pines who would heartily disagree with that claim. "Oh, please! They can only wish they were half as weird as me." He set up the folding chair in the open space in front of Pacifica's desk—then froze. Huh.

Bill knew lots of things. He had trillions of eyes. He was used to walking into rooms and just knowing what was in them.

Except this room hadn't existed when he'd had all his eyes. It had been built after his death. So why did he already know what it looked like? How had he known where to find a folding chair?

He shut his eyes, trying to work through the déjà vu to picture what angle he'd seen the room at before, and where his eye must have been in order for him to see it; and then he looked at the wall beside the desk. There were several flat glass cases against the wall with alpaca wool goods sealed inside—a scarf, a sweater... He stared at his own face in the middle of a tapestry of his zodiac, preserved like a hunting trophy in a case labeled "First Blanket." Huh. It wasn't some local hick's den after all. Just a local rich girl roleplaying at being a hick.

He studied his true face for a long moment—and then cast a resentful look at the desk covered in makeup, in shades of beige and red. What would any of this sludge do for him? He'd be just as ugly at the end of it.

But Bill wasn't getting a makeover to look beautiful. He was getting it to seduce a human. And those were two diametrically opposed goals.

He missed his face so much.

"It's not illegal," Pacifica said.

Bill gave her a baffled look. "What?"

She pointed at the blanket, "It's not illegal to display a picture of the triangle guy as long as it's got that ring of symbols around it. It, like, repels him or something."

"Oh, does it," Bill said dryly. "It takes the evil eye to avert the evil eye, huh? Hey, maybe I should get one of these! Whaddaya think, Mabel?"

"I already told you I'm not making another!"

"But how am I gonna repel the triangle guy?" he asked, grinning impishly. "What if I'm in danger! The triangle guy could get me! Wouldn't that be terrible?"

"Knock it off! You already stole Soos's."

He expected Pacifica to come back from the bathroom with a brush or something; instead, she held up a spray bottle and said, "Okay, come in—and bring the chair." Bill's heart sank. "We're gonna have to rinse your hair in my sink, sorry."

Bill suppressed a sigh. "It's not the worst thing I've ever done to this hair!" He picked up the chair to carry into the next room.

"All I can do for now is rinse your hair. I don't have any shampoo for your hair texture because I did not think the situation was going to be this dire. No offense," Pacifica said. "You'll have to shampoo at home. You got the hair product samples I sent to the Mystery Shack, right? Were you able to order the full products? I don't know what your budget looks like."

"Don't worry about it, I still have the leftovers from the samples."

He watched in glee as Pacifica died a little on the inside. "Th— Those were one use sample sizes. It's been a month, how do you still have leftovers."

In truth, Pacifica severely overestimated the amount of hair product needed to keep hair clean; but on the other hand Bill was deliberately showering as little as he thought he could get away with and making up the difference in the downstairs half bath sink, so he didn't think smugly flaunting that he technically knew more about minimum human hygiene requirements than she did would make him look as cool and knowledgable as he wanted it to. "Don't worry about it!"

Bill cast one last longing look toward his true face; and then he followed the humans into the restroom to let them reorganize his stupid human hair.

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"This is just a temporary measure," Pacifica warned as she dunked a few more of Goldie's curls in the sink. "You have got to take a real shower before your date. You literally smell like fish."

"What kind of fish?" Goldie immediately asked. "Is it salmon? If it's salmon I can work with that."

Sitting on the closed toilet lid, Mabel let out a long-suffering sigh; and Pacifica got the horrifying impression that this was an ongoing conversation.

"It... I don't... know what kind of fish."

Mabel said, "It's probably just the trout guts from yesterday." What the heck was life like in poor people's homes?

In Pacifica's opinion, Goldie's hair was both his biggest asset and his worst disaster area. It was that beautiful, natural, curly gold, like something out of a fairy tale; but it was nightmarishly tangled and there was literal sand in it, and he'd clearly used conditioner at some point in the last few days but he hadn't fully washed it out and it just made more sand stick.

Goldie was sitting in the folding chair with one arm rested on the lip of the sink and his cheek resting on his arm. Pacifica had to alternate between soaking his hair under the faucet and trying to gently untangle it, inch by inch, with a comb. To his credit, he patiently endured it without making a word of complaint, even though both the positioning and the manhandling had to be uncomfortable. 

But he'd turned his face away from Pacifica and Mabel as much as he could from his awkward position; and whenever Pacifica moved to an angle that let her glimpse a bit of his face, his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was pressed thin in a grimace. The hand resting on the sink's lip had clenched into a fist, and his other hand was digging its (badly painted) fingernails into his thigh through his bedsheet skirt.

Hesitantly, she asked, "Are you comfortable?"

"I'll give it three out of five stars," Goldie said, "but if you want a lower score, I can try to find a worse angle for my neck!" He kept as much tension out of his voice as he could; but now that Pacifica had noticed it, she could tell his voice was a bit flattened.

"Never mind," she said. "No offense, but—when's the last time you combed this?" She'd been saying no offense a lot.

Mabel asked, "Have you done it since I brushed your hair at the sleepover?" He had Mabel doing his hair?

Goldie made a noncommittal noise. "I've washed it since then." 

"That's not the same," Mabel said.

"You've washed it?" Pacifica asked skeptically. "Because you look like you've been sleeping in mud." She'd found a few flecks deep in his thick curls.

"Okay, in my defense," Goldie said, "it was just garden-variety heavy metal-enriched local dirt when I went to sleep. It only turned into mud while I was unconscious."

Pacifica stopped combing and leaned over to stare at Goldie, speechless.

With an air of affronted dignity, he said, "It wasn't my idea. I wanted to be indoors."

"Goldie's been having a really bad week," Mabel said.

"I've been having a really bad month," Goldie said.

Mabel asked, "Haven't you had a shower since you got home, though?"

There was a pause. Goldie muttered, "Yeah, but—it's hard to get through all that hair." (The worst part was, Pacifica thought he was telling the truth. The fact that she'd found mud so deep meant he must have washed the majority off the outer layers of his hair.) "I—I've been—tired, okay?"

He had that air of impatient irritation that suggested he was embarrassed, but trying to hide it because he was embarrassed of being embarrassed. Strange from Mr. Apathetic About His Body to be self-conscious. Why? Did he not know how to take care of his hair? (Maybe if he'd properly used the samples she'd sent him...)

But Pacifica thought back to Mabel showing her a lock of his hair at the beginning of summer—and the liquified roots, melted off. That wasn't an accident. Whatever depilatory cream he'd used had to sit there on the roots, it wasn't like he'd just grabbed the wrong product by accident. There was something more than ignorance going on here. Self-sabotage? But if it was intentional, why would he be embarrassed?

She could call him out, interrogate him for it—hey, she was supposed to be his style consultant, she needed to know what was going on—but if he was already getting defensive, he'd just clam up if he thought he was really under attack. Her mom got the same way when she was getting cagey about something and Pacifica was trying to figure out why. So she switched her focus. "Mabel—did you say you brushed his hair?"

"Yeah?"

"You meant 'combed his hair,' right?"

"No, I brushed it," Mabel said.

Pacifica stared at her. "Why."

Mabel stared back. "Because... combs are for short guy hair and for parting your hair? And Goldie doesn't have a part?"

Pacifica looked down at the big ball of frizzy curls that made up the bottom half of Mabel's hair and suddenly understood so much. "Oh, hon." What were her parents like. What did their hair look like. "You're supposed to comb natural curls. And only when they're wet, if you can help it."

"What. Why."

"It keeps the curls together," Goldie said, "instead of separating them all into separate strands."

Mabel's eyes widened. "Wait, that's the secret?! I thought that's what expensive shampoos are for!"

"The expensive shampoos make it worse," he cheerfully informed her. He'd brushed Pacifica off and sat up, chin in hand and hair dripping over his shoulders, so he could talk to Mabel. "It strips off the grease your pores naturally excrete to lube up your hair and replaces it with manmade grease! Which is why your hair dries out when you stop using the fancy shampoo. It's a big scam!"

Mabel stared at him in shock; then asked, hesitantly, "My strawberry shampoo?"

"A dirty traitor," Goldie said. "It's one of those toxic friends that manipulates you into depending on them and then tells you you're nothing without their help! There's half a dozen chemicals you wanna avoid in shampoo—I don't remember all their names but I can draw their chemical structures, Sixer can translate 'em into English for you."

"What else am I doing wrong?"

"You shampoo your hair too often," Goldie said. "And blow dry it. Which is fine if you want to keep that dry frizz! But somehow I don't think you do!"

Okay—so he clearly did understand curly hair care. (Or at least, he understood it as much as Pacifica, whose knowledge came entirely from reading magazine articles that technically weren't aimed at her.) Then why didn't he do it?

Mabel dragged her hands down her face. "So all this time, I've been messing up your hair too? Goldiiie, why didn't you say anything!"

"I didn't really care!"

Pacifica said, "Okay no, I am not standing for this. Goldie, out. Mabel, sink. It's some kind of crime for me to know more about curly hair than you do. I'm showing you how to do this the right way."

Goldie sighed in relief and escaped as Pacifica subjected Mabel's hair to the faucet and comb.

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(Here's this week's What Was Edited Due To TBOB summary: the pageant scene itself was already planned, but obviously, all the details—it's the day he was born, the mayor's there handing out knives and declaring it a holiday—came from the info we get on Bill's history via TBOB. Finding a way to make the knives make sense was fun. Nothing major in the rest of the chapter was changed.

Hope you enjoyed! Next week is more Pacifica!)

[ariahmichelle]

Phoning It In- Drew Starkey x actress/reader

Part 2

You sat in the brightly lit Elle magazine studio, a mischievous grin spreading across your face as you reached into the bowl of folded slips of paper.

The Phoning It In segment was straightforward—draw a prank scenario, call one of your friends, and see how they react. You’d already done two ridiculous pranks, but when you unfolded your third prompt, your excitement kicked up a notch.

The slip read: “Say you’ve been asked to go on Love Is Blind and want to put your acting career on hold for it.”

“Oh, this is going to be good,” you said, laughing to the camera. “I’m calling Drew Starkey for this one. He’s going to lose his mind.”

Fans loved speculating about you and Drew. Your friendship had been under scrutiny for months, with fans pointing out how close you were off-screen. You’d both laughed it off in interviews, but recently, your feelings for Drew had started to shift. You’d been noticing his laugh a little more, catching yourself smiling at his texts for longer than usual. So this prank? It was the perfect opportunity to see how he’d react.

You dialed his number, nerves bubbling in your chest. After a few rings, Drew picked up.

“Hey, you,” he said, his voice warm and familiar. “What’s up?

“Hey, Drew. Um… I need to talk to you about something,” you said, trying to sound hesitant.

“Oh no. This sounds serious. Did you finally get banned from craft services?”

“Drew, I’m being serious,” you said, injecting some urgency into your voice, while trying to contain your laughter.

“I just… I’ve been offered this opportunity, and I wanted to get your opinion”

“Okay,” he said cautiously. “What kind of opportunity?”

You took a deep breath, setting the stage. “I’ve been asked to go on Love Is Blind.”

There was a beat of silence before Drew burst out laughing. “Wait, wait, wait. Love Is Blind? You? Oh, this is rich. Are they doing a celebrity edition or something?”

“No, it’s the regular one,” you said, feigning seriousness. “They reached out to me, and I think it’s a sign. I mean, I’ve been so focused on my career—maybe it’s time I try something new, you know? Like, find my soulmate.”

“Your soulmate? Through a pod?!” Drew was cackling now, but when you didn’t laugh along, he hesitated. “Wait… are you serious?”

“Yes, Drew!” you said, trying to sound exasperated. “I think this could be really good for me. But it means I’d have to take a break from Outer Banks for a while.”

“No. Nope. Absolutely not,” Drew said firmly, his tone more serious now. “You can’t leave Outer Banks. Are you kidding me?”

“Why not?” you asked, pretending to sound defensive.

“Because, for one, you’re too talented to leave all of this behind for some reality show. And two…” He paused, his voice softening. “The show would be awful without you. Like, genuinely terrible. And if you’re gone, who’s going to keep me sane on set?”

“I’m sure you’d manage,” you said, fighting to keep a straight face.

“No, I wouldn’t,” Drew said, his voice growing more animated. “Okay, you know what? If it comes down to this, I’ll just marry you myself. Problem solved. No pods, no weird dates, and Outer Banks keeps you. Win-win.”

Your breath caught at his words. “What?”

“I’m serious,” Drew said, laughing but also sounding genuine. “If that’s what it takes to keep you from leaving, I’ll do it. You’re not leaving, alright? End of discussion.”

For a moment you have to mute yourself to let out a laugh while Drew continues to rant but then there’s a second of silence on the end of the line and the tone of his voice shifted slightly, quieter now. “I mean… I don’t want you to leave. I don’t think I could do this without you. Not just the show, but… everything.”

Your heart raced as Drew trailed off, his words heavy with something unspoken. You weren’t sure what’s happening but you definitely didnt want it caught on camera so you quickly unmute yourself and let out an exaggerated laugh, cutting through the tension. “Drew, oh my God! It’s a prank!”

“What?” he asked, clearly thrown off.

“I’m filming a segment for Elle,” you explained, laughing as you tried to compose yourself. “I had to prank-call someone, and you were the perfect target.”

“Are you kidding me?” Drew groaned, though you could hear him laughing on the other end. “You’re unbelievable. I just fake-proposed to you. You realize that, right?”

“Oh, I realize,” you teased. “And I’m definitely not letting you live it down.”

You’re evil,” Drew said, laughing along with you, though you could hear the tension still lingering beneath his words. “You seriously had me going. I was about to start drafting a petition to keep you on Outer Banks.”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere,” you reassured him, your voice light. “But thanks for the marriage proposal. I’ll keep that in mind if I ever decide to quit acting for real.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, his tone playful again. “Remind me to prank you back when you least expect it.”

When the call ended, you turned to the camera with a big smile. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you successfully prank Drew Starkey. Bonus points for the fake marriage proposal.”

Later that evening, as you were heading home, your phone buzzed with a text from Drew.

Alright, you got me good. But seriously, don’t scare me like that again. I’d miss you too much. 😅 Also, come over later? I wanna talk about something.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at the message. Whatever Drew wanted to talk about, you had a feeling it wasn’t just about the prank.

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[hanasnx]

“ PROMISE, BABY, I’LL TAKE YOU TO HEAVEN IF YOU WANT IT ” — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: writing a scene that was in my dream last night. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ dry humping ノ how clark gets you to forgive him ノ hair pulling (m receiving) ノ dry fuck mention ノ exhibitionism/voyeurism: caught during.

getting annoyed with CLARK KENT for not spending enough time with you so you act out. it takes him a second to realize you’re mad at him so he hears you out, and then gets cheeky. puts on that kent charm, wears that famous smile, impishly draws you in into his arms. he embraces you, tucks your head under his chin. you’re so desperate for his attention you’re entranced for a moment, melting into him. you close your eyes, you feel his muscle underneath his clothes, you feel small next to his big body, he smells so good—and then you get wise. “hey.” you exclaim indignantly, pushing off him. he wears an expression that looks like he knows what he was doing manipulating you. “you can’t just act like we’re back to normal.”

“i know, i know, i’m sorry.” he replies in a drilling tone of voice. he doesn’t mean it. yet he’s pulling you in again, snaking those arms around your waist while you arch away from him. he stoops, stretching a grin onto his face as he’s now eye-level with you.

“you’re not sorry at all.” your gaze narrows as you accuse him, backing up and taking him with you. both of your feet shuffle together hazardously. he trips you, and you fall backwards onto his bed, he lands on top of you, pinning you with his weight. seizing the opportunity, his mouth latches onto your neck, toying with you while he’s sucking on your pulse point. you can’t stay mad at him and giggle at the same time, getting ticklish and trying to fend off your boyfriend while he’s overpowering you.

his hands get frisky, his hips starts to grind, his sharp canines scrape against your neck while the fight in you is dwindling. “clark—!” you keen in a scold, but it sounds more like a breathy moan, and the heel of your hand bangs against his broad shoulder. his wet lips slide along the column of your neck as he mouths it, and you claw into his sweater, lashes fluttering as pleasant tingles send a shiver down your spine. before you know it, you’ve begun to pull him closer, a hard outline becoming decipherable in his pants, rutting against the inside of your thigh. that wide body of his curls around you, blanketing you as you spread your legs so his hips can slot in more comfortably. both of his large hands slide between the mattress and you, cupping your ass to draw you into him.

that hard rod finds its place in the shallow divot of your slit, and he rubs his shaft against you with every surge. the head of him bumps your clit, and when he can gracefully grind up, the underside of his cock slides against your little bud in one steady motion. the sounds that spill out of you change, evolving into a longing plea as he asks for forgiveness through his body. a wet spot blooms in the crotch of your panties, yearning for a relief that’s not confined by his jeans. his fingers dig in, kneading the globes of your backside in his excitement. he’s set a slow and deliberate pace, but you can feel the need within him pulsing through his every movement. his cock twitches, and you’re so close you can tell it knows where it wants to go, seeking you out like the nose of a bloodhound.

his tip catches on the give of your hole, interrupting the streamlined grind, making his hips jerk back so as to protect himself. he whimpers into your neck, a pitiful little sound that conveys just how much he wanted to plow through fabric and dry fuck you. if he’d just pushed a little harder, he could’ve been that much closer to feeling your silken walls. your hand flies to the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling in the raven locks to squeeze. you can feel his grin stretch against your skin, his pearly white teeth and his moistened lips and his handsome dimples. just imagining his smile makes you weak in the knees, falling limp under him.

“you like me again?” he questions, nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder.

“oh, go to hell.” you shoot back, but it lacks conviction, breathy from his ministrations. for just one single second, you feel proud. here’s this hot, big, romantic oaf of a farm boy, obsessed with making you feel good, with a smile that could kill, who saves people… and he’s on top of you. you’ve known plenty of girls that would maim for this kind of opportunity, for clark kent superman or not to be at their beck and call. yet he’s here for you, wantonly pleading for you to just let him in. you have something no one else does.

“oh, my god! i’m so sorry—uh, i’ll come back later—“ the humiliated voice of chloe snaps you out of your stupor, both you and clark fixing yourselves up to see the blonde head of hair retreat out of his doorway, humiliated. it was no question what you two were doing, bodies tangled together like this, and you and him exchange a brief eye conversation after you realize what your friend just caught you doing.

[mr-mandalorian]

ghost proposing, a little angst but very very sweet

they have the night off and he’d already be devouring her whole if she wasn’t so excited about going out. it’s a shit bar close to base, but she reasons it’s a good change of scenery.

and boy is it, terrible karaoke heard a mile away. the military wives, or rather soon to be, taken over. a bachelorette party of at least six women, loud and obnoxious.

soap and gaz find it to be the most hilarious thing in the world, applauding a brunette on stage over her disastrous performance of careless whisper. but ghost can’t help but watch y/n, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. throughout the night he silently dissects her, his assumption it being some sort of yearning for female company. but as one of the women come up to their table, asking if anyone from the squad could take a picture of the rowdy group, ghost swallows harshly. y/n jumps at the opportunity, congratulating the bride like they’ve know each other their whole lives.

they never discussed the nature of their relationship. hell, the word relationship was never even voiced out loud. but even a stranger could tell how they moved in sync, his reflection and her shadow. in their line of work it was best case scenario and simon never allows himself to think about there ever being more.

but that is until y/n asks to see the ring. it’s almost comical, the gigantic diamond blinding, making her squint. ghost finds himself scoffing behind the mask, he could easily read y/n’s compliment a lie. she would never wear anything like it.

the following months ghost finds himself ring shopping. fucking hell, what is he thinking, really? his tongue can’t even roll the world girlfriend. and yet here he is, glaring at the poor saleswoman like she’s supposed to know none of these expensive rocks are good enough for his y/n.

when the ring is finally chosen, he doesn’t quite know what to do. he’s horrified of y/n finding it so the ring stays on his person at all times, even in the field. he’s less talkative than usual, if that’s even possible, always looking for the right moment. brushing their teeth together in the morning, ghost buried between her thighs in the evening. he nearly does it one late night, y/n perched on the window sill of her room. swimming in moonlight, she looks ethereal. he’s done unimaginable things in his life, taken and saved lives. none of the gore ever phased him, but the sight of her has his stomach turning.

so he chickens out. regret begins to gnaw at him as the very next mission goes haywire. y/n barks at him through the comms, the sweetest sound in the world, even if she’s telling him to get out, explosives ticking in the building. he’s trying, he really is. his gear seems to get heavier by the minute with a broken rib threatening to seize his lungs. he can make out her silhouette by the exit, but it’s out of reach. the floor crumbles beneath him.

when ghost wakes up, he immediately spots soap pacing back and forth, as much as the tiny ward of the hospital would allow him. y/n is passed out in the chair next to his bed, his balaclava clutched to her chest.

“good to have you back, lt.” soap whispers not to wake the sleeping soldier. “how ye feeling?”

“was she hurt?”

“no.” soap shakes his head, knowing how important the answer is before he can move on to his long awaited teasing, pulling out a velvet box out of his pocket. “i suppose it was foolish to question who this belonged to then. didn’t take you for the marrying kind, lt.”

he wasn’t, but if it pleased y/n, he’d marry her a thousand times. and even though ghost wants to be annoyed with the sergeant, he’s already decided to promote him to best man for finding the ring before y/n could.

when ghost gets released, it takes time to find courage to open the velvet box. it’s barely holding together, taking most of the damage to protect what’s inside. the ring is chipped, the intricate band of petite diamonds has at least five distinct cuts. they’re surprisingly neat, but asymmetrical and obvious to they eye. he can only curse, what a fool he was to convince himself that there could be something more.

“what’s that?” y/n is right next to him, her stealth impressive as she appears unnoticed in his room.

he can tell her awe for the ring is genuine, eyes eyes lighting up at the piece of jewelry. she pries it out of his hold, standing close to the window to examine the gems reflecting daylight. she disregards the cracks completely, telling him it adds character to it. the sincerity of her smile makes it hard to breathe.

“so who’s the lucky girl then?” she asks, never once trying on the ring.

“who- who’s the lucky girl? bloody hell woman, who do you think?”

they’re both dumbfounded, y/n by the answer and ghost by the question. and ghost knows he said the wrong thing as y/n shrinks in her spot, her gaze glued to the floor.

“i mean- i- i really don’t know.” she stutters, growing shy likes he’s never seen her before.

“try it on.”

“what?“

“come here.“

y/n allows him to hold her hand, sliding the ring on her finger with utmost care. it fits perfect, just her size and taste. her eyes jump between him and the ring, mind going a mile a minute.

“what do you reckon?“ his voice is low and quiet, and that’s all he says. it dawns on her that he’s really doing this, proposing in the most simon riley way possible.

“i didn’t even know we were dating.” she can’t help the jaw numbing smile that overtakes her, gently squeezing her hand in his.

“‘cause we’re not. we’re engaged.”

[shanklin]

In a world where the belief of humans can create gods and deities, Stan dies from an infection soon after losing Ford.

It’s just a minor setback! Or so Ghost!Stan tells himself as he tries desperately to figure out how to touch stuff again. It doesn’t help that Ford warded most of his things against ghosts.

One day while practicing to become corporeal Stan comes across a couple of weird creatures [a gorilla wearing underwear? Unicorn made out of corn? A horse riding another horse? What?] ranting about Bigfoot and how stuck up she’s gotten ever since she ascended to godhood just because some crazy fanatics turned the hunt for her into a cult.

Meanwhile smaller szories and folktales like them are trying their hardest to survive. But peoples belief is fading and soon they will be forgotten and cease to exist.

This changes everything! Stan knows a great business opportunity when he sees it!

It’s almost too easy to abuse the system.

Religion has always been a scam in Stan's opinion. So he might as well turn himself into a god.

Good thing Ford did all the hard work for him by becoming the mysterious science man in the woods. All Stan has to do is to make himself visible long to create Mr. Mystery.

The belief of the townsfolk grants Stan enough strength to become corporeal and soon enough Stan opens his temple [tourist trap] for business. 

People pilgrimage to his holy ground, pay tithings [entrance fees] listen to his sermons [tours] and leave offerings [cash] in exchange for blessings [cheap souvenirs Stan tells them will bring them luck]. They even take little statues of him back home and convert others to believe in him as well. [It's a fun tourist trap why wouldn't you believe the owner exists].

Eventually he even gets his own priests [employees] to help him out.

In exchange for favours Stan also promotes the almost forgotten and fading folktales he meets. They quickly become his most loyal followers. Stan may have scammed his way into godhood at record speed but he still cares for the little guys. He’s saving their lives and they could not be more grateful. 

The other gods however HATE him but cant do anything about it because he's not technically breaking any rules.

With every new believer Stan grows stronger and changes.

His lies turn into reality. His souvenirs become actual blessed artifacts protecting the owners and Stan becomes one with Gravity Falls. Its true protective deity. Time has no meaning and throws up a barrier protecting his home. The same one Ford has already studied in the past.

And when the zodiac fails and Stan tells Bill that that doesn’t matter because Bill will die here, Gravity Falls rumbles with excitement.

Stan spins a story about the deity protecting this land and how they will not allow Bill to break the barrier or harm them any further.

All Stan needs for everyone to do is to close their eyes and pray.

“Stan, we don't have time for your ridiculous lies!”

“Just once in your life do as I say and believe in me, Sixer!”

The people of Gravity Falls have surprising faith in their local conman and so do the kids. With no other options left Ford closes his eyes and says a short prayer.

When he opens his eyes again the world is engulfed in blue flames and before him stands the young form of his brother surrounded by the real life versions of fake tourist attractions.

Stan puts on his holy knuckle dusters and grins. 

[devondeal]

This behind the scenes of Milly Alcock’s Supergirl movie has me so excited and I want to explain why

If this is the symbol that is going to be on her suit, it looks like it will be a darker color pallete which is the perfect symbolism for her.

I always thought of Kara as so much darker than Clark. She actually remembers Krypton’s destruction and struggles with the grief. Clark only ever knew Earth and was lucky to have great adoptive parents to slowly acclimate to powers that developed over time and didnt shock him.

Kara lost her parents, her whole world, and suddenly has to adjust to superpowers that she never had to deal with before. So not only is she grieving, she is having to contain newfound superpowers amidst strong emotions.

Clark’s symbol has a yellow outline, bright red S, and the yellow on the inside again. Whereas hers has a black outline, the bright red (different shade i think), and a navy blue inside.

Excuse the blurry closeup of the Supergirl one. But to my overanalyzing self this does give the impression they will be going with a more angsty take on Supergirl which I love because it just makes sense.

That’s why I always hated angsty takes on Clark. He is meant to be sunshine and why do that to him when the poor girl who actually remembers losing her entire fucking planet and everyone she ever loved and knew and is know completely displaced in an unfamiliar society while having to learn to self control with brand new superpowers and not kill everyone around her is right there.

It’s just such a juicy opportunity I hope DC wont waste and I hope this symbol is what I overanalyze it to mean

[mermaids-whispers-blog]

How would it be losing your virginity to the straw hat men? (NSFW)

(Minors do not interact)

Hey everyone! I decided to try making some NSFW/smut headcanons (I still don't know the difference between the two). This is my first time doing it and probably the last.

I also made one for Brook, but it ended up being too long to include with these (and I wasn’t sure if it would be weird that I made one with him), so I decided not to put it here. If you want me to post it, let me know in the comments!

I just want to remind you that I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be some spelling mistakes or words/names that I use incorrectly. I hope you like them!

Summary:

You and your crew mate are alone for the first time on the Sunny Go while the other Straw Hats have gone to town to buy something you all needed. You both take this opportunity to have a day of pleasure. However, this will be your first time having sex. How will each of them deal with this situation?

Character Index

Luffy; Zoro; Usopp; Sanji; Franky;

CW

Afab reader; smut; Kissing; masturbation; mutual masturbation; oral sex;

Luffy

It would be his first time too, which makes it exciting for both of you.

You have to tell him to start slowly and carefully so as not to hurt you, because he didn't even know he could hurt you.

He gets a little scared and thinks about whether he really wants to have sex with you. But you reassure him and tell him that you really want to do it with him.

He's happy with what you said, he gains courage and you both start the act.

He quickly takes off his clothes and watches you do the same. He is amazed at your body as you take off your bra and then your panties.

He moves over your chest, caressing the fat of your breasts and then your nipples. When he is done playing with them he moves down, spreads your legs, and finds your private part.

He watches for a moment and then starts caressing your clit, but soon he has a better idea: he puts his head between your legs and starts sucking you as if he were starving, licking the juices from your vagina, and making noises that make you feel embarrassed.

He makes you cum with his mouth. You moan as he watches you, happy and proud to have made you satisfied.

You sit on the bed and return the favor. First you put his member up and start sucking his testicles. He puts his hands in your hair and grabs your head. Then you lick from his balls to the tip of his penis and try to put it all in your mouth, but you end up choking and quickly pull it out.

You feel embarrassed by the sound you made, but he bends down and kisses your mouth. He looks back at you and you gain confidence and start sucking his dick again. It is big and for a moment you can't even breathe.

Fluids begin to drip from his cock into your mouth, which mixes with your saliva, and from your mouth onto the floor.

He grabs your head with both hands and starts to shove his penis inside your mouth. He goes deeper and deeper, which almost makes you vomit. He does it faster and faster until you feel his cum dripping down your throat.

He cums a lot, let his penis stay in your mouth for a few more seconds, and then slides it out of your mouth. He lies down, panting and you lie down next to him.

"So this is it?" – You think, still unsatisfied. Not that it was bad, you came and so did he, but something was missing. What you really wanted was him inside you. He notices your thoughtful state and decides to ask you what you were thinking. You decide to tell him the truth and he smiles.

He climbs on top of you and starts kissing your mouth, still with traces of his semen on it, and you both kiss until you are breathless. When you pull away from each other, saliva connects your mouths.

You can already feel his member getting harder, so you decide to pull him to lie down on the bed again and start giving hickeys on his neck, then you move on to his nipples and start directing your kisses to his belly. When you reach his member, he is ready to fuck you.

He puts the head of his penis at your entrance. He applies force and slowly enters you. When he's inside you, he can't hold back and slowly starts rocking his hips against you.

He feels the need to grab you all the time, whether it's your waist, your ass, your breasts or even hug you while he eats you out.

When he starts to get closer to cum he starts to get more and more breathless. He cums suddenly, to your surprise and his. He lies down next to you, this time more tired than before.

"Shishishi, that was really good! We have to do it again." – he puts his arms around you and kisses your face.

Zoro

Since Zoro knows it's your first time, he tries to make it special, even if it's something simple. No, he didn't put rose petals on the bed, he just wanted to make sure he spoils you and makes you comfortable and ready for him. He starts by kissing you, but it's a little clumsy since he has almost no experience.

He starts by taking off your shirt and pants, watches you for a moment and smiles. You were beautiful like that. He couldn't believe that you trusted him so much that you would let him take your virginity.

After taking off your bra he sucks on your nipples while massaging your clitoris. The fabric of your panties rubs against it and you moan with pleasure.

Then he takes off your panties that were already soaked in your juices. When he sees that you're ready, he looks at you with a serious expression and asks if this is really what you want to do.

When you say yes, he starts the act itself.

He positions his cock with his right hand at the entrance of your vagina. He looks at you as he slowly inserts his penis into you, while trying to unravel your thoughts.

When he enters you completely, he immediately asks if you're okay. you tell him it hurts and he gets restless and asks if you want him to stop. You have to tell him no and reassure him that you really want to do this with him. If you kiss him at that moment, he'll be even more in love with you.

He starts slowly to avoid hurting you as much as possible, and he kisses you very tenderly. He makes repetitive movements with his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of your vagina while moaning and whispering.

You start to caress your clit and feel the pleasure taking over your body. When he starts to get ready do cum, he gets on top of you, almost crushing you with his weight, and starts to make faster and more abrupt movements. You put your hands on his back and start to dig your nails into his flesh. He starts to whisper your name repeatedly in your ear.

He cums with is dick completely inside of you, but he doesn't pull his member out of you right away. He leaves it there for a little longer and looks at you, caresses your cheek and kisses you.

Then he pulls away from you and asks you if you’ve cum. When you say no, he gets between your legs and starts sucking your clit. You were already sensitive to his touch, so your sighs turned into moans and your moans turned into screams. You cum. You try to close your legs but Zoro’s face prevents you from doing so. You trembled with pleasure as your hand grabbed his hair and squeezed it against your entrance.

When you let him go, he pulls away and you see that the area around his mouth and chin is completely wet with your juices. He lies down next to you and wipes his mouth with his arm. He has a smile on his face.

He pulls you into a hug. After resting in bed for a while, he starts overthinking a little.

"Did you like it?" You have to reassure him that you liked it and that you wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone else but him.

"You were very good..." he says as he kisses you affectionately.

Usopp

He is extremely nervous. Besides being his first time, it was also yours, which meant it could hurt you, and he didn't want to hurt you. Plus, he's afraid he won't be good enough. What if he can't make you cum? You had to reassure him that you wanted to do this with him and no one else, that you were ready for him.

You're the one who has to make the first move. You start by kissing him as you both lie down on the bed.

When you are both lying down, you start to caress his penis through his pants. As you touch him, you feel that it is already hard. He whispers your name and you hear the pleasure in his voice.

You start to take off his pants and underwear. He looks at you, not knowing what to do, but he soon takes off his shirt. When you make his cock erect, you look at him and smile, but he is insecure. He thinks you are maybe laughing at him. Realizing that he was getting insecure, you decide to kiss the tip of his dick.

He is surprised, he wasn't expecting you to do that. And then you start to masturbate him. You wrap your hand around his penis and start making repetitive movements. His hips move on their own, pleasure takes over his body and when he is about to cum, he takes your shoulders and lays you on your back on the bed. He's now on top of you, naked, with his erect member exposed.

"I-It's not fair that I'm all naked and you're not yet..."– He tries to sound confident in his speech, but he fails.

You smile at him and tell him that he's the one that has to undress you. He blushes but nods. He starts by taking off your shirt, but the shirt gets stuck on your head and you both laugh about it. Then he looks at your chest with your bra on and swallows hard.

"Wow," – he says, as he lowers his head to kiss you on the mouth. – "You're beautiful..." – He pulls away from you and gets a little embarrassed to unbutton your pants. You grab his hands and guide them to your pants.

He takes them off and stares at your underwear. His penis twitches. He moves close to your entrance. Your underwear was already soaked. He feels proud of himself for knowing that you're like this because of him and gets even more excited.

He then takes a deep breath and takes off your underwear. You spread your legs and expose your intimate part so he can see better. Your hips are already moving on their own, you were dying to have him inside you. Seeing you rocking your body, he asks if you're really ready, if you really think this it's a good idea.

You pull his head down with one hand and kiss him, and with the other you pull his penis close to your entrance.

Getting the hint, he looks at you, holds his member with his hand, positions it and slips it it inside os you, slowly and steady. You both moan, and he lets his penis stay inside you until you say he can move.

When you give him permission, he starts to move against you. You notice that he tries not to touch you and that bothers you, so you move one of his hands to your ass and the other to your chest. He almost came right there.

You continued to venture out for a while, he gained more confidence and began to massage your clitoris.

When you both start to reach your limit, you both look at each other, he kisses you passionately and, almost at the same time, you both cum.

He takes his penis out of you and lies down next to you, while you both sigh deeply, you two are very tired.

He looks at you with so much love in his eyes and, let's be honest, with tears in his eyes. He can't believe he found someone as wonderful as you, who trusted him with her body.

He kisses your cheek and hugs you.

"I love you so much, you know that?"

Sanji

You enter the room and are amazed at what you see. Rose petals made a path towards the bed, candles lit the room and there was relaxing music in the background. You hug Sanji and he hugs you back.

Then you look at him and start kissing him passionately, guiding him towards the bed. Already lying down, amidst the kisses that devoured you, you start to get excited. He puts one hand on your waist and another on your face, but suddenly, perhaps because he feels your body moving indecently, he stops and looks at you with a serious look.

"Did something happened?" – You ask, thinking you have done something that upset him.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Are you really sure? I would wait for you until the end of times, you know that, don't you? So don't feel press-" – You put your finger in front of his mouth, stopping him from talking any further.

You tell him you're sure you want to have sex with him. He smiles and hugs you, promising an unforgettable night. He takes off your shirt with relative ease, and stops kissing you for a few seconds so he can remove the shirt from your body.

Then he looked at you and saw your breasts hidden by your bra. He almost starts to bleed from his nose.

"You're... You're so Gorgeous!" - He says, as he starts to undo your pants and take them off. After he taked them off and your bra too, he puts one leg between yours and starts sucking on your nipple while playing with the other.

You start to get hotter and hotter, and your head feels light. Your hips started moving on their own again, but this time you had Sanji's leg resting on your lady parts. You rub your clit against his leg, bouncing on him fast.

He turns his attention to your lips and kisses them wildly. Your tongues intertwine with each other and he sucks it. But when you're almost at your climax, he removes his leg, with his pants already wet, with a smile on his face.

He spreads your legs and takes a closer look at your panties. They were soaked. Sanji lightly touches your clit, but just when you thought he was going to continue, he stops. You look at him, a little angry, and he laughs at your reaction. He takes off your panties and, again, almost has a thrill seeing your vagina without being covered.

He grabs your legs and quickly lifts them towards his face. He buries his mouth at your entrance and begins to suck your clitoris. You were almost reaching your climax, so it was only a matter of time before you came.

He lowers the lower part of your body and presses it against the sheets, and you can see the mischievous smile on his face and his flushed cheeks.

You sit down and go towards him. You start kissing him and take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers. You start to massage his already hard penis with your hand and he sighs with his lips still on yours.

Then you stop kissing him and take off his underwear, leaving him naked. You grab his dick and start making repetitive movements, up and down. He puts his hand on top of your hand and corrects you.

"You're doing a great job, but do it like this..."- With your hand on his dick, you start to massage him as he taught you.

You couldn't stop looking at his dick, and you started wondering how would it taste like.

He notices that you're thinking and asks if you want him to stop. You say no, and you tell him what you were thinking. He smiles when he hears your answer.

"Do you want to try it?" – He responds excitedly. You say yes and you put your head down. You take a deep breath and slowly put your mouth around his cock. You tried to stay like that, but you had to take it out of your mouth right away.

You gag and you felt embarrassed. He notices and starts caressing your cheeks. You look at him and Sanji smiles at you affectionately. You put it in your mouth again, starting to suck it slowly. He says to use your tongue and lips more.

You do this and start to speed up the rite. He starts moaning a lot, and saying how good you are. You stop, much to his displeasure, and say you're ready.

You lie on your back and he gets on top of you. He starts to sweat nervously. Even though he has done this before, it was your first time. He didn't want to ruin your experience or even hurt you, so he started to get worried.

You pull his face close to yours and give him a small kiss of encouragement. He dips his face into your neck, positions his penis at the entrance to your vagina with his hand and presses it inside you. Slowly, he got closer and closer to you until his dick was completely buried in your vagina. It hurts a little and is uncomfortable.

He sees your expression and asks if everything is okay. You say yes, but ask him not to move yet. He listens to your request and only starts moving when you tell him to. Still slowly, he enters and exits your vagina, repeats this movement, and you hear him moaning like you've never heard him before.

Your wet pussy filled with his dick made inappropriate sounds. He puts his finger on top of your clit and starts stroking it, while slowly fucking you. When he saw you were getting closer to cumming he started to be a little faster in his movements.

You put your legs around him and ride his cock until you reach your climax. You tremble with pleasure and he seems happy to see you like this. When you stop, he asks if you want him to continue penetrating you or if you prefer him to do it on another way, since he was also almost ready to cun.

You give him permission and he continues to fuck your vagina. About a minute later, he cums.

He takes it out and puts his dick back inside you while moaning. You feel happy. He lays besides you and kisses you, now a calmer kiss but still full of affection. Then he kisses your forehead and asks if you liked it and, when you say yes, he is relieved and happy.

"You did so well."

Franky

You enter his room and he starts kissing you tenderly, with one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist, leading you towards his bed. When you were already there, he picked you up and laid you down on the bed, got on top of you and continued kissing you.

You stay like that for a while until you start to feel his erection touching your leg. You automatically go to touch his dick with your hand.

He stops kissing you, looks at you with a huge smile on his face and says "Already exploring, aren't you?".

You are embarrassed and take your hand off his dick, but he directs your hand there again. You start to caress him and he kisses you again. Then he gives you hickeys on your neck and asks you to sit down so he can take off your shirt. Then he takes off your pants and leaves you in just your bra and panties.

He looks at you and is dazzled by your body. He looks at you for a few seconds and you feel embarrassed.

"You look beautiful !" – He said, noticing your discomfort. he rapidly kisses you and takes off your bra and starts massaging your breast. You put your arms around his neck and let him kiss you.

At first he just played with them, but then he asked if he could suck them. You nodded and he started to do it: with one hand he caressed one of your breasts, with the other he held the other and sucked the tip of your nipple.

After a while he stops and looks at you, this time with a more serious look. You see the concern in his eyes. You cup his cheeks and give him a little kiss on the lips, and say that you really want to do this with him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"– He asks to make sure you still want to do this and don't have change your mind or got scared halfway through.

You had already talked about it and he knew you really wanted this, but he needed to be sure before doing something that had no way back.

"Yes, I'm sure this is what I want to do" – you say and he smiles. You take off his shirt, and he helps you out. He takes advantage of you sitting down and takes off your bra and then your panties.

"You're suuuuper cute!" he says looking at your body which, compared to him, was small and, to him, seemed fragile. He starts kissing you passionately. Your tongues intertwine while he massages your clit. He makes circular and repetitive movements, and you start to get wetter. You start to moan more loudly.

Upon hearing your moans he stops caressing you, he takes off your panties, opens your legs and gets between them. You look at the naked man with his cock already erect in front of you and you feel even more desire for him.

He sees your hips moving on their own and his dick twitch. He positions with his hand his penis at your entrance and then puts just the tip inside you and looks at you with hesitation. You look at him again with your eyes full of desire and he sees that as a cue to enter you completely.

You feel a pain you've never felt before, as his cock fills your vagina. You make a face of pain and he, when realizes it, kisses you to try to calm you down.

After a while he starts to move and begins to repeatedly tuck his dick into your pussy. Your pain continued for a while, but soon turned into pleasure.

You put your legs around him, your bodies going against each other, you put your hands on his back and he starts to caress your clitoris with one of his big finger.

After a while he asks if you want to try another position. You say yes and he demonstrates the position you have to make, which makes you laugh.

He puts your body against yours and gets on top of you, unable to control his desire, almost crushing you beneath his large body.

"You're doing great..." – He says between moans. Both of you start to moan louder and louder, and soon he reaches his climax.

He looks at you with a big smile and he caress your face, lost in your gaze. As he knows you haven't cum yet, he moves and puts his head between your legs and starts licking and sucking your intimate parts.

You grab his messy hair and start to play with it, moaning with pleasure. He keeps sucking your clit until you cum. You lean his head against your vagina even more while you're cumming , which makes him smile (he finds it extremely hot).

When you finished, you let him move away from yours touch and you saw his mouth dripping your own juices. He lies down next to you and holds you in a big hug, putting his head on your neck and closing his eyes.

"So? How was it?" He asked, despite already knowing your answer. You say it was perfect and he laughs, proud of himself.

[seat-safety-switch]

Many of my friends are race car drivers. The life of a race car driver is exciting indeed: danger, thrills, and the opportunity to get up at 3am and then drive as fast as possible around a loop. What could it possibly be missing? Daily drivers. Boring, everyday automobiles that get you from point A to point B.

Yes, race car drivers need regular cars, too. They have to drive to the track, and that means that they need something incredibly boring that can hold a couple sets of tires. And ideally, it shouldn't require too much maintenance, because race car drivers have better things to do, like driving race cars (and putting their name on luxury watches.) You ever see Our Saviour, Ayrton Senna replace the transmission pan gasket on a Ford Excursion? Of course not.

You might think this is somewhat unexpected. Why would a race car driver, who loves fast cars, want a slow car? With further thought, the answer emerges. Why aren't you excited to get home from doing your regular job to do the exact same job, but much slower, for free, and now with a bunch of assholes stuck with you in traffic? No. If anything, you want an easier job (drink beer, eat barbecue, sponsor luxury watches) with as few people as possible involved. Boring cars: that's the secret of race car drivers.

So what does this mean for the rest of us dorky schlubs? It means we gotta get rid of our boring cars. Race car drivers need them, and they're the backbone of our economy. If we all go out and trade in a dumpy-looking silver crossover for a fire-spitting sports car right now, there will be lots left for the future Pettys and Inoues to drive to their jobs. Go buy an exciting car. Do it for them.

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Turn to Stone

Based on the following ask: I'd like a Hotch x reader where reader is a professional dancer please! She gives Hotch tickets to one of the performances she's participating in. Hotch invites the rest of the team and reader gets to show off with a partner dance. I picture reader and her dance partner being like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers or Ariana Debose and David Alvarez, but if you have another pair in mind that's fine too. – Okay so I used to LOVE SYTYCD and one of my favorite contemporary duets was Melanie and Marko dancing to turn to stone. Travis Wall is an incredible choreographer!!! So that is the dance I am picturing.

Aaron Hotchner x Dancer! Fem Reader

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Word count: 1324

Not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, Age gap (non-specified), reader is a professional contemporary dancer, no use of y/n, Fem reader, reader has no physical description (she can however be lifted and participate in a contemporary dance routine), established relationship with Hotch, use of pet names let me know if I missed any!

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“Okay, I have your ticket at will-call, you’re gonna be there right?” You questioned nervously.

“Yes sweetheart I will be there. I have made sure consultations have been sent out and I put in a request to be off tomorrow evening. There shouldn’t be any issues.” Aaron reassured you.

“Okay! Sorry, I’m just nervous. It is a big performance, and I really want you to be there.” You rushed.

“I know, you’ve been working so hard honey, and I wouldn’t miss it.” He confirmed.

You hadn’t told Aaron that you’d actually been chosen for a partner dance with one of the guys in your company. He and you were often partnered up, even within group numbers…and that was mainly because Marko and you had incredible chemistry on stage. The two of you were able to anticipate one another’s movements without words.

You’d been rehearsing every day for weeks, the group routines and your partner routine, practicing again and again until the movements became second nature. Part of the reason you’d put so much pressure on yourself was because your partner dance would be the closing number of the entire performance.

 --

What you didn’t know was that Aaron had also been keeping a secret from you.

He’d gone ahead and invited his whole team to see your dance performance. He’d mentioned to them that it had been coming up and he expressed how proud he was and how hard you’d worked, and that led to Garcia asking if they could tag along. Who was he to say no? This was an opportunity for them to see how amazing you were.

Aaron had seen you on the stage a few times before and every time you managed to take his breath away. He was always in awe of how effortless you made your movements look and it was just incredible to see you following your dreams and expressing them so passionately. You inspired him, and he wanted to share that…to show you off to his team.

--

As the day came and went, your nerves and excitement only grew. This is how it was before every show…you’d feel a teeny tiny bit of anxiety, but your excitement would cloud it every time. You became a dancer because it was who you were, it was in your bones.

That night, Aaron made you a simple dinner of grilled chicken and steamed vegetables. He knew you wouldn’t want to eat anything heavy the night before your performance. You ate while going over the highlights of your day…both omitting the fact that you both were currently holding a secret from the other.

When you two got into bed for the evening, Aaron gently rubbed and stretched your feet and ankles assisting you in working those muscles, keeping them loose and ready for your big show.

Aaron held you close that night, feeling almost giddy about the fact that he’d get to show you off tomorrow.

--

The next morning, Aaron got up and made you tea with honey, he knew you’d be up early to head to the studio.

“Thanks baby.” You whispered.

“Of course.” Aaron kissed you. “I will see you tonight, okay? You are going to be amazing.”

“Thank you Aar. I love you so much!” You hugged him.

“I love you too. Have a good day and break a leg!” He called before heading out the door.

You sipped your tea and packed the things you’d need for the day. You grabbed the lunch that Aaron packed for you – full of healthy snacks and your water bottle – and you left for the day.

Your company did some last-minute costume fittings, and makeup trials. Then they moved into stretches and warmups before shifting into a full-blown dress rehearsal.

The program was organized as such:

Full company contemporary

Men’s jazz

Women’s partner ballet

Elite company ballroom

Women’s Jazz

Couple’s partner salsa

Full company modern

Select company acro

Couple’s partner contemporary (aka your dance)

The dress rehearsal went perfectly, your director only making a few minor changes to ensure there was plenty of time for costume changes. The choreographers pulled a few people aside to give notes and ensure everyone was ready.

Your choreographer, Travis, pulled Marko and you to a studio to have you run your duet again, he wanted to push the both of you to really feel the emotion of the music and the movements. Travis was big on connection and chemistry in his routines, he wanted people to feel the emotion conveyed through your dancing. Once he felt satisfied with your progress he let you guys rest.

--

Aaron walked up to will-call to pick up the tickets, while he was waiting he sent you a quick text.

Hey gorgeous, you are going to be amazing. You inspire me every day with your passion, and I can’t wait to see you on that stage. I love you always. A.

“Hi, I’m picking up for Aaron Hotchner, there should be two orders.”

“Yes, I see there is a single ticket and then a set of six additional tickets.” The clerk confirmed.

“That’s correct.” Aaron nodded.

Aaron took the tickets and distributed them between the members of his team. They all then made their way into the auditorium to take their seats.

--

Aaron’s text gave you an additional wave of confidence to get you through this performance. The whole company was buzzing in anticipation.

The performances passed by in a blur. One after another, running off stage to change and adjust your hair and makeup as needed. Every time you came onto the stage, Aaron would point you out to the team. They couldn’t help but smile and giggle at him…he was just so proud, and it was an infectious feeling.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for being here tonight. We have one final performance for you tonight. So please join me in welcoming our final two dancers this evening, performing a contemporary routine, Turn to Stone, choreographed by Travis Wall.

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When you entered the stage, made up to look like a statue, Aaron was stunned to silence. He couldn’t believe you’d been able to keep this to yourself long enough to surprise him tonight.

The piano began, signaling Marko and you to move. The two of you were in sync, moving as one, beautifully gracing the stage. The crowd roared as you progressed through your routine, Marko lifting and catching you with ease during the lifts, as the music came to crescendo.

Aaron had tears in his eyes as he watched you move. The raw emotion you and Marko emitted with every point of your toe, twirl, lift, you two were telling a story and it was touching each person that sat in the audience before you.

As the song concluded, Marko shifted in close to you and you both froze to mimic statues. Silence filled the room briefly before the crowd erupted in applause…gifting you a standing ovation.

Marko and you took a quick bow before exiting the stage. Heading back to get some of this makeup off before greeting Aaron.

--

You ran towards Aaron, leaping into his arms, squealing in delight. You were on cloud nine, the routine had gone perfectly, and you couldn’t have been happier with the outcome.

“You were incredible. That duet, honey, I-I don’t even know what to say. You were, you just. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much.” Aaron was at a loss for words.

“I love you too! Thank you so much for being here to support me.  I didn’t want you to miss this.” You smiled.

Aaron passed you a bouquet of flowers and gestured towards the BAU team who all stood in awe, watching the exchange between you and their boss. Shock written on their faces, seemingly from his softness regarding you.

“Guys, this is my amazing girlfriend.”

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The Proposal; Chapter Two, New Beginnings

Summary: Things heat up between you and the perfect stranger you now share a bed with, in and out of bed and the office.

Warnings: Hints to smut, Reader touching self, Mention of reader's body leaning fem, Grinding against Nico's thigh, Nico teasing reader, Nico and reader showering together, Reader finally putting two and two together, Nico's dad finding you both in his office, Talk of being Nico's date to a party, Sweet Nico, Interrupted kiss moment.

Word Count: 8.7k

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Part 1 - Part 2

You woke up, your body feeling warm and comfortable. Your eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, you were disoriented. The unfamiliar surroundings and the sense of someone else’s presence took a moment to sink in. Then you remembered: you were sharing a bed with Nico. You shifted slightly, feeling the heat of his body next to yours, and your heart skipped a beat at the proximity.

You chanced a glance over your shoulder and saw Nico, still sound asleep. His face was relaxed, his breath even, and for a moment, you just stared at his peaceful features. You could take a moment to appreciate how attractive he was: the strong jawline, the tousled brown hair, the slight stubbly hint of a beard. You wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel the warm skin of his face beneath your fingertips. Instead, you turned back away from him and tried to calm your racing heart. The rational side of you knew that this attraction was foolish, stupid even. You were stuck in a cabin with a stranger, and getting attached would only lead to heartbreak. But the more vulnerable part of you, the part that had been lonely for so long, yearned for his touch, his attention, his warmth. You tried to shake off the feeling, reminding yourself of the harsh truth: this was just a temporary situation. Once you stopped interning and you could leave the cabin, you’d never see Nico again, and all of this would fade away like a dream. But as you lay there, feeling the heat of his body inches away, it was difficult to cling to that rational thought. You heard a soft sigh from behind you, and then Nico stirred, his body shifting closer to yours. He murmured something incoherent in his sleep, and you felt his arm brush against your back. The contact sent a shiver down your spine, and you tensed, fighting the urge to press back into his touch.

He was still asleep, seemingly unaware of the effect he was having on you. But his proximity was making it hard for you to think straight. You could feel his breath on your neck, his arm now resting casually over your waist. Your heart was racing, your body hyper-aware of his presence. Part of you wanted to pull away, to put some distance between you, but another part of you was relishing in the warmth and comfort of his touch. You hadn’t been held by anyone in so long. And Nico’s presence was both comforting and arousing in equal measure. Feeling a sudden rush of excitement coursing through your veins, you slowly start to caress your own body under the covers. Your fingers trace up and down your thighs, teasingly close to touching the part of you that's throbbing with need. You bite your lower lip, trying to stifle a moan as you continue to pleasure yourself discreetly while Nico continues sleeping next to you. Feeling emboldened, you slide your hand further up, gently rubbing your clit through your panties. The soft fabric does nothing to dull the sensations, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You can't help but let out a quiet gasp, hoping Nico doesn't wake up from your illicit actions. As you continue to touch yourself, you notice how Nico is shifting slightly in his sleep. His arm has moved from your waist to around your hip, pulling you closer towards him. You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, fueling your desire even more. You take this opportunity to grind your pussy against his thigh, letting out a soft whimper as you do so. As you grind against his thigh, you can see that he is stirring, his breath coming out in soft pants. You know he is waking up now, although he hasn’t opened his eyes yet. But his grip on your hip seems to tighten a little, pulling you closer, his legs shifting as if he is trying to get more comfortable.

You sensed a change in his breathing, the steady rhythm becoming more erratic. His arm around your hip seemed to tighten even further, and you could feel him stirring more fully awake. You closed your eyes, trying to feign sleep, pretending as if you weren’t aware of the effect you were having on him. You feel Nico stirring more, his grip on your hip getting firmer. “Mmmm… what are you doing, grumpy?” he murmurs in a sleepy tone, his voice low and groggy. He pulls your hip back against him, and you bite your lip to keep from shivering. “You’re grinding against me… and you’re trying to pretend you’re asleep… You know I can tell, right?” The feeling of him calling you “grumpy” in that sleepy, raspy voice sent shivers down your spine. But you kept your eyes closed, trying to maintain the facade of sleep. You could feel his breath warm on your neck, his hand tracing soft patterns on your hip. “Come on, grumpy… I know you’re awake. Stop pretending,” he murmurs, his voice deeper now, more gravelly. You remain silent, trying to keep your breathing even and steady, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your belly as he continues to caress your hip. “You can’t fool me, grumpy. I can feel how tense you are… I can hear the way you’re breathing.” He leans closer, his lips barely touching the skin of your neck. “Wake up, grumpy… I want you to say my name.” You feel a flood of heat in your core as he whispers in your ear, his words sending sparks through your body. But the reality of the situation suddenly comes crashing back down on you. You were supposed to be pretending to be asleep, not getting turned on by his touch and his words. You need a moment to calm down, to collect yourself. So you slowly untangle your body from his, getting up from the bed and making your way to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, you close the door behind you, leaning against the cold surface for a moment. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, and you take a few deep breaths to try and collect yourself. You can still feel the ghost of Nico’s touch on your skin, and the throb of desire between your thighs is almost overwhelming.

You turn on the faucet, splashing cold water on your face, trying to cool down the heat coursing through your body. But the image of him, his sleepy voice whispering to you, his hand tracing patterns on your skin, his lips pressing against your throat… it all swims through your mind, stoking the flames of desire even further. You take a few more deep breaths, trying to regain control of your body and your thoughts. You remind yourself that this is just a weird, temporary situation. That as soon as the storm is over and you can escape, you’ll never see Nico again. You can’t let yourself get attached, no matter how attractive he is, how good his touch feels. But the image of his sleep-tousled hair and his warm, sleepy eyes keep popping into your mind. You turn off the faucet and look at yourself in the mirror. You felt a rush of heat coursing through your body, your heart hammering in your chest. your eyes wide and wild. You look like a woman who is losing control, a woman who is barely holding onto her sanity. And the worst part is, you like it, you crave more of his touch, more of his whispered words in your ear. You take a few more deep breaths, trying to calm down. You can’t go back out there. Not yet. Not until you’re sure you won’t do something stupid like crawl back into bed with him and let him do whatever he wants with you. You turn on the shower to at least pretend to get ready for work, trying to cool down, but nothing seems to help. Your body is thrumming with desire, your mind overrun with images of Nico. Despite the water raining down on you, your skin still feels hot, your body practically throbbing for his touch. You can hear him moving around outside the bathroom door, his footsteps echoing through the cabin, and it only serves to heighten your senses. You can almost feel him standing on the other side of the door, his presence like a magnet pulling you towards him.

As you’re still trying to calm yourself in the shower, you hear a knock on the bathroom door. “Grumpy?” Nico’s voice comes through the door, low and velvety. Your heart flutters at the sound. You freeze, your body tense as you hear his voice. You had hoped to have a few more moments of solitude, but it seems Nico had other plans. “Yeah?” you croak out, trying to sound casual. “I need to take a shower too, you know.” His voice is still low and velvety, sending shivers down your spine. “Can I come in?” Your heart thumps in your chest at his request. The thought of him in the shower, naked and wet, is enough to make you almost weak in the knees. But you try to keep your voice steady as you respond. “It’s, umm, kinda small in here,” you say, lamely. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” He says, a hint of a smile in his voice. There’s silence for a moment, and you can almost picture him standing outside the door, just a few feet away from you. “Unless you want me to,” he continues, his voice dropping even lower, making your breath hitch in your throat. You can’t help but shiver at his words. You know you should say no, that you should tell him to wait until you’re done, but the thought of him in the shower with you, his body bare and wet, is too enticing to resist. “O-okay,” you manage to stutter out. “You can come in.” “Aww, come on grumpy,” you hear him say, a hint of a pout in his voice. “We’re both adults here. We can share a shower, can’t we?” A shiver runs down your spine at his words, and you can feel your resistance crumbling. You know it’s a bad idea. You know you should say no, tell him you need more time, anything to put some distance between you. But the memory of his touch, the sound of his voice, it all makes your body ache for his presence, his touch. “Fine,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “Come in.” “I’m coming in then,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice now. The doorknob turns, and the door creaks open, and there he is, standing in the doorway, looking even more gorgeous than usual in his boxer briefs. The sight of his bare upper body, the lean muscles of his arms and chest, sends a fresh wave of heat through you. “See?” he says, his voice low and amused as he leans against the doorframe. “I told you we’d fit.” His eyes roam over your body, your skin still wet from the shower, and you can feel the weight of his gaze, the hunger behind his eyes.

You try to keep your eyes on his face, to maintain some semblance of control, but your gaze keeps straying to his body, to the way his muscles flex and move beneath his skin, to the prominent bulge in his boxer briefs. Your heart is racing, your breath coming short, and you feel like you are on the verge of losing all sense of reason. “You know,” he says, pushing off the door frame and taking a few steps towards you, “We could save water if we shower together. It’s good for the environment.” There’s a teasing tone to his voice, but his eyes are darkened with desire, his gaze roaming up and down your body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. You know he’s right. You know it’s a logical argument. But the real reason he wants to shower with you has less to do with saving the environment and more to do with the way his body is reacting to your presence, the way his eyes keep raking over your bare skin. But with Nico’s presence behind you, his eyes watching every movement of your hands, it’s hard to stay focused. You can feel his gaze on you like a physical touch, your body hyper-aware of his proximity. You try to speed up the process, to finish as quickly as possible, but Nico has other plans. He steps closer to you, his body so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. His hands come to rest on your hips, his touch sending jolts of electricity through your body. “You’re in a hurry,” he says, his voice low and gravelly in your ear. “I have to get ready for work,” you respond, trying to keep your voice steady. Despite his attempts to distract you, you know you can’t afford to be late for work, especially not on your first day. So you push away his hands, taking a step forward and grabbing the shampoo off of the ledge. “I’m going to wash my hair,” you say in a somewhat firm tone, trying to keep your voice steady. But Nico isn’t giving up so easily. He steps closer to you once again, his hands going to your shoulders, his touch gentle but insistent.

“Let me do it,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “I’ll wash your hair for you.” You know you should resist, you know you should protest, but the idea of his hands in your hair, massaging your scalp, is too enticing to resist. “Okay,” you say weakly, unable to deny him any longer. Nico doesn’t like your answer, his grip on your shoulders tightening slightly. “Come on, grumpy,” he says, an edge to his voice. “Let me do this for you. I promise you won’t regret it.” His hands move down your arms, his fingers caressing your skin lightly. You try to ignore the heat pooling in your belly at his proximity, at the sound of his voice. But he’s so close, his body pressed against yours, his hands holding your wrists captive, that it’s hard to think straight. “I…” you start to protest, but his hands start moving up and down your arms, massaging the tension out of your muscles, and all you can do is moan softly in response. He smiles against your neck, a satisfied sound escaping his lips. “That’s better,” he says, his hands working the shampoo into your hair, his fingers gentle but firm. As he massages your scalp, you feel yourself relaxing, your body melting into his touch. “See?” he says, his hands moving down to your shoulders, squeezing the muscles there. “You needed this. You were so tense. You’re always so tense.” He kisses the side of your neck again, his lips lingering on your skin for a moment. “You need to learn to relax a little, grumpy.” You can’t deny it; his touch feels amazing, his fingers working the knots out of your muscles, his lips on your neck sending shivers down your spine. But you try to maintain some semblance of control. “I-I’m not always tense,” you say, trying to sound casual, even as you moan softly under his touch. “Yes, you are,” he says, his hands moving down your back, tracing patterns on your skin. “I can feel it, you know. I can feel all that tension in your body. You’re like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment.” He squeezes your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. “You need to let go a little, grumpy. Learn to let someone else take care of you for once.”

You don’t have a rebuttal to that. His words, his touch, it’s all too intoxicating. You can feel yourself slipping, losing control, giving in to the sensations he’s evoking in your body. “Ahh…” you moan softly as his hands move lower, tracing patterns on your thighs. Despite the pleasure coursing through your body, you know you can’t give in completely. Nico is still a stranger, after all, and you don’t even know each other’s last names. So you gather all of your willpower and gently pull away from his touch. “I… I need to finish up and get ready for work,” you say, your voice a little unsteady. Nico looks a little disappointed, but he doesn’t push the issue. “Okay,” he says, stepping back to give you some space. “I’ll finish up too.” He picks up the bottle of shampoo and starts working it into his own hair, his eyes on you the whole time. “I suppose I can’t talk you into being late?” he says with a pout on his lips. You shake your head, trying to keep your focus on the task at hand. You grab the towel off of the hook on the wall and start drying yourself off. “No, I can’t be late on my first day of work,” you say. “It’s important.” He lets out a sigh and continues washing his hair, still watching you with those dark, hungry eyes. “You know,” he says, his voice casual, “You don’t have to be so responsible all the time. I’m sure your boss would understand if you were a little late.” You shake your head again, trying to block out the sight of his wet, muscular body so close to you in the small space. “No, I don’t want to make a bad impression,” you say, wrapping the towel around yourself and stepping out of the shower. “I need this job, it'll look great on my resume.” Nico just rolls his eyes and rinses the shampoo out of his hair. “You’re such a stickler for rules, grumpy,” he says, a hint of a smile in his voice. “It’s like you don’t know how to have any fun at all.”

You ignore his provocations and start getting ready for work, trying to block out the sight of his sexy, dripping body in the shower behind you. You can feel his eyes on your back, watching your every move, but you try to pretend like you’re not affected by him. “You know,” he says, his voice sultry and low, “You’re playing a dangerous game, being all business-like in front of me like this.” You hear the water shutting off, and a moment later he steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his hips. You try not to let your eyes wander over his body, but it’s hard to resist the sight of his lean muscles, the water still dripping down his chest and arms. “What do you mean?” you ask, trying to sound casual as you apply your makeup in the mirror. “You’re all business on the outside,” he says, moving closer to you, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “But I know what you’re thinking deep down. I know how much you want me, how much you enjoyed our little… encounter early this morning.” Your heart flutters at his words, your body responding instantly to his proximity, to the heat of his gaze. But you try to maintain some semblance of control. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant as you finish applying your lipstick. He laughs, a low, sultry sound that sends shivers down your spine. “I call bullshit,” he says, moving even closer until his chest is pressed against your back, the heat of his body seeping into your skin. “You can’t hide anything from me, grumpy. I can see right through you.” You feel your body responding to his touch, to the feel of his body pressed against your back. But you try to stay strong, to not give into the desires coursing through your veins. “You don’t know anything about me,” you say, trying to sound strong, but your voice comes out shaky.

Despite the distraction of his proximity, you manage to finish getting dressed, your skin still heated from his touch, your body still tingling with desire. You take a deep breath and check your appearance one last time in the mirror before turning to him, trying to sound aloof even though you’re practically shaking with need. “I’ve got to go,” you say, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t want to be late for work.” Nico looks disappointed, but he doesn’t try to stop you. “Of course,” he says, stepping back to give you some space. “You can’t be late for work, after all.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice, like he can see right through your feigned indifference. You ignore the jab and start to head for the door, trying to escape the confinement of the small bathroom before you do something stupid like throw yourself at him. But as you walk past him, he reaches out and grabs your wrist, his touch sending jolts of electricity through your body. “Hey, wait a second,” he says, holding you still. “We never exchanged numbers.” You can feel his eyes on you, searching your face, and you try to keep your expression neutral, even as your heart thumps against your ribcage. “I suppose we haven’t,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “But it’s not like we have anything else to talk about. We got what we wanted, didn’t we?” He hands you back your phone with a sly smile, the tips of his fingers brushing across your hand in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. “Text me later, grumpy,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “I want to see how your first day goes.” You nod, trying to sound nonchalant even though your body is practically vibrating with desire. “Yeah, yeah, sure,” you say before quickly exiting the cabin, desperate to get out of his presence before you do something stupid.

It's been a few hours now since you left the cabin, and you're finally getting settled into your job at Hischier Corporations. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you sit at your desk, sorting through documents and making phone calls. The work is interesting, and the people you're working with are nice, but you can't seem to shake the memory of your encounter with Nico earlier. You're finally getting settled into your job at Hischier Corporations. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you sit at your desk, sorting through documents and making phone calls. The work is interesting, and the people you're working with are nice, but you can't seem to shake the memory of your encounter with Nico earlier. As you step into a corporate office of Hischier Corporations, your heart is racing, your mind still buzzing with the memory of this morning’s encounter. But you try to push the thoughts aside and focus on your new job. You were hired for a highly competitive internship position, a foot in the door for law students looking to break into the world of corporate law. You leave a meeting late in the day, your mind racing with the information you’ve just learned. As you step out of the conference room, you don’t see him at first, but then you hear a familiar voice calling your name. “Hey, grumpy.” You look up and sure enough, there he is, leaning against the wall with a sly smile on his face. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of him, but you try to act casual, like you haven’t been thinking about him all day. “What are you doing here?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. He pushes off the wall and saunters over to you, a grin on his face. “I could ask you the same question,” he says, his eyes roaming over your body in a way that makes you shiver. You try to ignore the way your body reacts to his proximity, the way your pulse quickens at his touch. “I’m an intern here,” you say, avoiding his gaze. “I have a job to do. What’s your excuse?” He shrugs, that grin never leaving his face. “I have business here,” he says, taking a step closer to you, his body now mere inches from yours. “This is my family’s company, after all.” Your eyebrows shoot up at his words, realization dawning on you. “Your family’s company?” you ask, a note of surprise in your voice. “You mean to tell me your last name is…?”

He grins, seeing the lightbulb go off in your head. “Yeah, that’s right,” he says, taking another step closer to you, his body now nearly touching yours. “Nico Hischier, at your service.” He steps closer to you, his body almost touching yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. “I was just visiting my father’s office,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Though I’d rather see if I could catch a glimpse of my grumpy little bedmate out to lunch.” Your heart skips a beat at his words, the way he says "bedmate" sending a shiver down your spine. But you try to keep your cool, your brain still processing the fact that he's the heir to this huge corporation. "Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. His smile just widens at your question. "I don't know, really," he says, leaning against the wall next to you. "I guess I just liked the fact that you didn't recognize me. It was nice to be a normal guy for a change, not 'the heir to the Hischier fortune' and all that garbage." He looks at you, his eyes roving over your face. "Plus, I knew you'd act differently if you knew I was the boss's son," he says, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You'd start being all formal and polite, and I think I like it better when you're all grumpy and feisty." You can feel your heart rate increasing at his words, the way he looks at you sending a flood of heat through your body. But you try to stay composed, your mind still processing the fact that the man you spent the night with is the heir to one of the biggest corporations in the world. "So you were just playing me this whole time," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. He just shakes his head, that smirk still on his lips. "I wasn't playing you," he says, his voice low and persuasive as he leans closer to you. "I really enjoyed spending time with you. You're different from all the stuck-up heiresses and socialites I usually have to deal with. You're real. You're not afraid to speak your mind, to stand up to me. I like that about you."

Your heart flutters in your chest at his words, the compliments sending a rush of warmth through your body. But you try to keep your cool, trying not to let your attraction to him show too much. "I… see," you say, trying to sound unimpressed, even though you're anything but. He chuckles at your feigned disinterest, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh come on, grumpy," he says, his voice teasing. "You're not fooling anyone. I know you're enjoying this as much as I am." He takes a step closer to you, his body now nearly touching yours. "Why don't you admit it? You like me, and you're dying to see what happens the next time we're alone together." You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. This man is dangerous, you think to yourself. He's attractive and charming, and you find yourself more and more attracted to him every time you see him. But you can't let yourself get distracted, not when you have a job to do. "Listen," you say, taking a step back from him. "I've got work to do. I'll see you later." He sighs, a pouting expression on his face. "You're always working," he says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Can't you take a break for a second? I could show you my father's office. It has a really nice view of the city." You resist the urge to roll your eyes. This man is relentless. But you also can't deny the tingle of excitement at the thought of seeing his father's office, of being in his world for a little while. "Fine," you say, trying to sound aloof. "But just for a few minutes." His face lights up at your agreement, and he grins, taking hold of your hand and starting to lead you down the hallway. You let him lead you, your heart thudding in your chest at the feel of his fingers intertwined with yours, at the warmth of his touch.

As you walk with him, you can't help but feel a little self-conscious. You're just a lowly intern, while he's the heir to a massive corporation. But he doesn't seem to care about the difference in your social status, his grip on your hand firm and possessive. He leads you to a large, modern office with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over the city skyline. The view is indeed impressive, and you can't help but be a little awestruck. But you try to keep your cool, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you impressed. He leads you to the windows, his fingers releasing yours in favor of wrapping his arm around your waist. It's an intimate gesture, one that makes your heart skip a beat. You look out at the city below, feeling his body pressed against your side, his warmth seeping into your skin. "See? I told you the view was nice," he says, his voice low and rough in your ear. You can feel his breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "But I have to admit, I'd rather be looking at something else right now." You roll your eyes, but you're also secretly enjoying the way he's holding you, the way his body is pressed against yours. "Oh, yeah? And what would that be?" you ask, trying to sound nonchalant, even though your heart is racing in your chest. The sound of a throat clearing behind you catches your attention. Your heart jumps in your chest as you turn around to see an older man standing in the doorway, a stern expression on his face. The man is tall and imposing, with the same sharp features and intense gaze as Nico. This must be his father. Nico stiffens beside you, his hand falling away from your waist as he turns to address his father. "Father," he says, his voice suddenly serious. "I was just showing this young woman the view from your office."

His father's gaze flicks from Nico to you, appraising you silently. You can feel his gaze like a weight on your shoulders, his eyes studying you carefully as he takes in your appearance. Finally, he speaks, his voice deep and authoritative. "And who might this young woman be?" You feel a sudden pang of nervousness as you're put on the spot, but you try to keep your composure. "I'm just an intern, sir," you say, your voice coming out a little shakier than you would like since you really didn't want to lose this job. His father nods, his expression unreadable. "I see," he says, his eyes flicking back to Nico. "And why did you bring this intern to my office, Nico?" Nico shifts awkwardly beside you, his casual demeanor from earlier gone in the face of his father's stern demeanor. "I just thought she might appreciate the view, father," he says, his voice sounding a little sheepish. His father hums in response, his gaze still fixed on you. "I see," he says again, his eyes roving over your body. "And what exactly are you interning for, young lady?" "I'm studying law," you say, trying to sound confident even though you feel like this man is dissecting you with his gaze. "I'm hoping to eventually become a corporate lawyer, sir." His father nods, his expression betraying no trace of emotion. "Ah, I see," he says. "Corporate law, eh? It's a demanding field. Not for the faint of heart." You nod, feeling the weight of his words. "Yes, sir. I'm aware of that." You glance at Nico, who is standing quietly beside you, his hands shoved into his pockets and his shoulders slightly hunched. His father's gaze flicks to Nico once more, and the atmosphere in the room grows even more tense. "Well," he says, his voice cold. "Nico, I think I'd like to speak to you in private."

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. On one hand, you're glad to be excused from the intense atmosphere in the room, but on the other, you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment at not being able to spend more time with Nico. You take a deep breath and try to collect yourself, reminding yourself that you still have a job to do. After all, you're here to work, not flirt with the boss's son. "I'll just get back to work." You expect Nico to protest, to try to keep you from leaving, but he just looks at you instead. “Yeah, sure, go have fun doing whatever boring intern work you’ve got to do. Just don’t forget to text me later.” His father clears his throat, his gaze still fixed on you. "Yes, I think that would be best," he says, a note of finality in his voice. You nod again, feeling a mix of awkwardness and curiosity. You can feel Nico's gaze on you as you turn to leave the room, his father's eyes seeming to bore into your back. But you push down your emotions and focus on getting back to your desk as quickly as possible. As you make your way back to your office, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. What did Nico's father want to talk to him about? Was it about you? Your job? You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You have work to do, you remind yourself. You can't afford to get distracted by the charming and confusing heir to Hischier Corporations. You focus on your work, trying to push the thoughts of Nico's father and Nico himself to the back of your mind. But it's difficult, especially when your mind keeps replaying the feeling of his fingers around yours, the press of his body against yours, the look in his eyes as his father interrupted you both. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself sneaking glances at the door to the office, half-hoping Nico will come bursting out and sweep you off your feet. But the door remains stubbornly closed, and you have to remind yourself once again that you're here to work, not daydream about the boss's son.

You step into the cabin, tired and ready to decompress after a long day at work. As you enter, you notice Nico sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand and a pensive expression on his face. He looks up as you come in, his eyes locking with yours. "Hey," he says, his voice quiet and low. "You're back." He pats the spot on the couch next to him, gesturing for you to come sit down. "How was work?" "It was fine," you say, trying to sound casual as you sit down next to him. "Just the usual intern stuff. Lots of paperwork and coffee-fetching." He nods, taking a swig of his beer. "Sounds exciting," he says dryly, a hint of a smirk on his lips. There's a beat of silence between you, the air thick with tension. "So… what did your father want to talk to you about?" you ask, unable to keep the curiosity out of your voice. Nico shrugs, taking another sip of his beer. "Oh, you know. Just the usual stuff. Business this, family that. Nothing important." You arch an eyebrow, not fooled by his casual tone. "Really? That's all?" The corner of his mouth lifts in a sardonic smile. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it, grumpy. It's nothing that concerns you." Your eyes narrow at his dismissive tone, his words making you bristle a little. "You don't have to talk down to me, you know," you say, a hint of annoyance in your voice. "I'm not an idiot. I can handle whatever it is you're not telling me."

He turns to look at you, his gaze intense. "I know you're not an idiot," he says, his voice rough. "But this is family stuff. It's complicated, and it's not something I feel like sharing right now." He takes another sip of his beer, his eyes still fixed on yours. "Actually, there is something I wanted to talk to you about," he says, his voice low. "My family is throwing a party this weekend. A sort of gathering for all the business associates and socialites that my father does business with. And I want you to come.. as my own guest." Your eyes widen at his words, a mixture of surprise and excitement coursing through you. "You… want me to come to your family's party?" you say, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant. "Isn't that going to be a bit… posh for someone like me?" He laughs, leaning back against the couch. "That's exactly why I want you there," he says, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You're not like the other stuffy socialites my family usually invites. You're genuine, and you don't put up with my crap." You feel a flicker of warmth at his words, his compliment sending a thrill through you. But you try to keep your cool, not wanting to show how much his words affect you. "I don't know," you say, pretending to think about it. "Won't I look out of place there?" He chuckles, setting his beer down on the table in front of him. "Not at all," he says, shifting closer to you on the couch. "If anything, you'll be the most interesting person there. Besides me, of course, but I'm sure we could do some shopping if it's such a big deal." You raise an eyebrow at his comment about shopping, but you can't help but smile at his confidence. "So, you're saying you'll buy me a fancy dress if I agree to go to this party with you?" He grins, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief. "I'll buy you anything you want," he says, his voice lower now. "As long as you agree to be my date."

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words, your mind racing with a million thoughts all at once. You shouldn't say yes, your rational mind tells you. Getting involved with Nico Hischier is a recipe for trouble. But the look in his eyes, the way his proximity is making your heart race, it's all making it very difficult to say no. "I…" Your voice trails off, your mind and heart warring with each other. On one hand, you know that saying no is the sensible thing to do. But on the other hand, the thought of being Nico's date at this fancy party, of being on his arm and having him look at you with those intense eyes of his… It's a tempting proposition. He moves even closer to you on the couch, his body pressed against yours now. "Say you'll come with me," he says, his voice a low murmur in your ear. "Please, grumpy." You feel your resolve weakening at the huskiness in his voice, the feeling of his body pressed against yours sending a shiver down your spine. You know you should say no, but the way he's looking at you, the way he's making you feel… It's impossible to refuse him which causes you to look away as you roll your eyes and quietly give in. "…fine." The grin that spreads across his face is almost triumphant, his eyes lighting up with victory. "That's my girl," he says, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "You won't regret it, I promise." You try and fail to suppress the flutter of excitement that blossoms in your chest at his words. "I better not," you mutter, your voice betraying your attempt to be indifferent. "This better be worth it. Besides where are you even planning on finding such a dress that's even good enough for this party?"

"I have my ways," he says, his smirk growing even wider. "Trust me, I'll find something that'll make all the other women at that party pale in comparison." Your heart skips a beat at the way his touch is sending tingles through your body, your skin burning beneath his fingertips. "Easy for you to say," you mutter, unable to resist the urge to banter with him. "You're used to fancy parties and high society. I'm just a nobody." You can't help but smile at his words, your body reacting unconsciously to his touch. "But I suppose I can manage that," you say, trying to sound blasé even though your heart is fluttering in your chest. "As long as you're buying, that is." He laughs, leaning even closer to you on the couch. His hand is still on your knee, his fingers tracing tantalizing circles on your skin. "You drive a hard bargain," he says, his voice low and rough. "I like it. I like you." He pulls back slightly, fixing you with a heated gaze. "You know, you're not giving yourself enough credit. You're not just a nobody, grumpy. You're intelligent, you're honest, and something tells me that you'll keep up just fine." You feel a mixture of pleasure and disbelief at his words, your heart squeezing painfully in your chest. It's hard to believe that a man as charming and charismatic as Nico would be interested in someone like you, but the way he's looking at you, the way he's touching you… It makes you feel like the most important person in the world. "I… uh, thanks," you mumble as you look down and play with your fingers. "I'll do my best not to embarrass you." Your heart skips a beat at his words, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. "You're not so bad yourself," you mutter, trying to sound casual even though his compliments are making your head spin. "When you're not being a total pain in the ass, that is."

He laughs, his hand moving up to cup your chin and gently lifting your face so you're looking at him again. "I have no doubt that you'll be anything but a complete and utter success," he says, his voice dripping with sincerity. "You have no idea how captivating you are, do you?" Your heart skips a beat at his words, you grow more flustered further under his intense gaze. "I…" you murmur, your mind struggling to form a coherent thought. "I'm not-" you start to protest, but he cuts you off with a gentle shushing sound. "Don’t," he says, his thumb tracing the curve of your lip. "Don't argue with me. Just believe me when I tell you that you're breathtaking." You shiver involuntarily at his touch, your heart fluttering in your chest. His words are making it hard to think straight, his intense gaze and the heat of his touch making you feel like you're drowning in a sea of emotion. "You're not… you're not just saying that, right?" you ask, your voice soft and hesitant. "You really think I'm… captivating?" He chuckles, a soft and warm sound that makes your heart flutter. "And why not? I'm just telling the truth." His hand continues to caress your skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. "You're smart, funny, and so damn beautiful it takes my breath away. I'd be a fool not to say it." Your mind is a whirlwind of mixed emotions as you try to process his words. No one has ever spoken to you this way before, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying. "You're… you're just saying that to get me to come to this party with you," you say, your voice a bit shaky. "You don't really mean it." He shakes his head, his eyes locked with yours. "I mean every word," he says, his voice serious. "I'm not just saying this to get you to go to the party with me. I'm saying it because it's true." He pauses, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. "And because I think you deserve to hear it.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest at his words, your breath catching in your throat. You've never had anyone speak to you with such intensity and sincerity, and it's both overwhelming and intoxicating. "Nico…" you murmur again, your voice barely above a whisper. "I…" You're lost for words, your mind reeling as you try to come to terms with the emotions he's stirring within you. As you sit there, your heart racing and your mind swirling with emotions, you're suddenly snapped out of the moment by the sound of a phone ringing. The noise seems jarring in the quiet room, and you both freeze, eyes locked on each other for a moment. Finally, Nico lets out a low curse, pulling back slightly as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve his phone. He mutters a curse under his breath, his eyes reluctantly leaving yours to look at the screen. "I have to take this," he mutters, his hand falling away from your cheek. "Give me a minute." You nod, your lips parted as you try to catch your breath. Your heart is still racing, the moment of near-kiss still hanging heavy in the air around you. You watch as he steps away, answering the call and moving into the other room for a bit of privacy. As soon as he's gone, you let out a shaky breath, your mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment. You can't believe how close you just came to kissing him, how close you were to crossing a line that can't be uncrossed. And yet, as crazy as it is, you find yourself craving that kiss, your heart still racing with the adrenaline of the almost-moment. As you wait for Nico to return, you try to calm your racing thoughts, but it's difficult. You keep replaying the moment over and over in your head, the way he looked at you, the way his hand felt against your skin, the way his breath had been warm against your skin… And suddenly, the sound of his footsteps approaching jolts you out of your reverie, your heart skipping a beat as you realize he's coming back.

He walks back into the room, a stoic look on his face. You can't tell if he's still thinking about what just happened or if the call has distracted him completely. He glances at you for a moment, his eyes unreadable, before he speaks. "Sorry about that," he says, his voice gruff. "Family business." You nod, trying to appear nonchalant even though your heart is still racing. "It's okay," you say, your voice coming out a little breathless. "Is everything alright?" He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, it's just the party preparations," he says, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "My dad is a perfectionist, and he's driving me insane with all the details, especially since I'm actually home for it this time." A pang of curiosity and a bit of jealousy rises in your chest. You've never really seen this side of Nico before, the dutiful son who has to deal with his over-demanding father. "Ah," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. "So… you're not home that often, huh?" He shakes his head, sinking down onto the couch next to you again. "No, I'm usually training or playing," he says, shrugging. "This is the first party I've been to in… god, maybe a couple years." Your mind reels with this information. You'd always assumed that Nico lived a cushy life, attending fancy parties and social events without a care in the world. But to learn that he's actually spent most of the last few years dedicated to his hockey career, and this party is such a rare occurrence… it adds a whole new layer of complexity to the man sitting next to you. You raise an eyebrow at his words. "A couple years?" you ask, unable to hide your surprise. "Why so long?"

He scrubs a hand over his face, looking slightly weary. "I don't know," he says, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I guess I just got caught up in the game. The training, the practices, the games… it all got so intense, and the parties just seemed so… superfluous, I guess. Waste of time." He pauses, his gaze drifting to you. "But this time is different." Your heart skips a beat at his words, your mind automatically going to the moment you'd just shared. "Why is this time different?" you ask, trying to keep your voice neutral. He hesitates for a moment, a flicker of something intense in his eyes. "Because you'll be there," he says, his voice low. "It'll be different having you there beside me." Your heart flutters in your chest at his words, a mixture of pleasure and surprise coursing through you. "You really think so?" you murmur, your eyes locking with his. He nods, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I know so," he says, his hand coming to rest on your knee again, his touch sending a shiver up your spine. "You make everything different, grumpy." You feel a mix of emotions - flustered, pleased, and a bit overwhelmed by the intensity in his eyes. Your heart is racing, your skin burning under his touch. You try to respond with some witty banter, but all you can manage is a soft murmur. "Flatterer.” He chuckles, his hand squeezing your knee gently. "I'm not flattering you, I'm just stating a fact," he says, his voice soft. "You make everything… brighter, somehow. More interesting." He pauses, his gaze roaming over your face, lingering on your lips for a moment. "I can't wait to see you in a fancy dress, grumpy."

Your pulse quickens at his words, your skin tingling under his touch. You try to come up with a witty retort, but your mind is a mess of emotions. "You're… you're impossible, you know that?" you manage to stammer out, your heart beating wildly in your chest. He grins, that cocky, confident smirk that both annoys and thrills you. "You love it, admit it," he teases, his hand still resting on your knee, his thumb making lazy circles on your skin. You roll your eyes, trying to act nonchalant even though his touch is sending shivers down your spine. "I wouldn't go that far," you mutter, but you can't keep the smile off your face, the heat of his touch igniting a fire deep within you. He chuckles again, enjoying your reaction. "Oh, come on," he says, his hand starting to travel up your leg. "You love it when I tease you. It gets you all flustered." After a few moments of being caught up in the intensity of the moment, you finally manage to collect yourself enough to change the topic. "So… about this party," you say, your voice a little breathless. "What exactly should I expect? I've never been to one of these things before." He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your attempt to change the subject. But he goes along with it anyway, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "It's pretty standard fare," he says nonchalantly. "Fancy food, fancy drinks, fancy people. I'm sure you'll fit right in, grumpy." You make a face at his words, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, right," you mutter, a hint of anxiety in your voice. "I don't know the first thing about these fancy parties. I'll probably stick out like a sore thumb." He chuckles at your skepticism, leaning closer to you once again. "Don't worry," he says, his voice low. "You'll do just fine. Just follow my lead, I'll take care of everything." He gives your knee a reassuring squeeze, his hand lingering on your skin.

[uracutieraka]

Something stupid

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The time is right, your perfume fills my head

The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

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Kuroo Tetsuro x F!reader

Tw: nothing! Lol!

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Synopsis; you and kuroo grew up together and one slightly intoxicated night you admit things you probably shouldn’t have.

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You and Kuroo met when you guys were 6 years old.

You had just moved in to your new home only to be greeted by a tall dark haired boy asking if you wanted to play volleyball.

You, ever so excited about the opportunity to already make a new friend took him up on his offer.

He tricked you.

He didn’t want to actually play volleyball, he just wanted you to throw the ball to him.

You were okay with this though, you thought the chatty boy was funny and cool.

“So your names y/n but can I just call you n/n? It sounds way cooler. No offense.”

“N/n is way cooler Tetsuro!” You chirped back.

“Cool. N/n it is then!”

Something about how sure of everything he was lured you in.

Even when asking questions it’s like he already knew what your answer would be.

That’s what kept you coming around him, he intrigued your little brain.

He felt the same about you.

You had big eyes that were always so full of wonder and joy that he wished he could have.

Tetsuro was smart. Extremely smart. He had heard his parents say he was too smart for his own good so many times he had lost count.

He hated being the smart kid.

Always knowing what the adults were talking about had made him stressed. More stressed than a six year old should ever be.

He had found himself bored with life. Dreading big questions all the time.

His parents fought a lot, he wondered how long it would take for them to get a divorce.

Divorce. He learned what that was a year ago when he over heard his mom mention getting one to her friend one night, while his dad was out of town for work.

‘I just cant stand this anymore. Im only here for Tetsu.’

‘Have you thought about… you know?’

‘Divorce? Yeah i have. I just- I don’t know how to even start.’

His mom was unaware of her son’s presence, otherwise the conversation would have been over the second she knew.

‘Divorce’ had repeated in his mind for the whole weekend.

Finally when school came around he asked his teacher.

“What’s a divorce?”

The teacher, thinking nothing of it, answered.

“It when a married couple breaks up.”

It took 3 more years for them to leave each other.

But he was lucky. He had you.

By the time you two were nine he had surpassed you in every academic way possible.

‘N/n! N/n! Guess what?!’

‘What?!’

‘I’m reading at the same level as middle school second years do!’

‘Wow Tetsu! You’re so smart!’

You didn’t care though, you always remained proud of him. Openly expressing it all the time too.

When you were 10 though, there was a suddenly shift between you two.

A younger kid from down the block named Kenma had started coming around.

Practicing volleyball with Tetsuro everyday nearly.

You weren’t one to get jealous but something about this whole situation made your stomach hurt.

The boy you had known for three years was pushing you aside for someone he had known for 3 months! How unfair!

‘You never play with me anymore Tetsu!’

‘Well yeah, Ive been busy!’

‘Playing with Kenma! It’s not fair!’

‘You’re dramatic!’

You guys didn’t talk for a whole year after that.

You had never been so lonely in your life.

On your 11th birthday though, Kuroo decided enough was enough.

He used all his allowance money to buy you the biggest stuffed animal he could find.

Rushing over to your house with it he practically ran your door down trying to get in.

‘Happy birthday n/n! Stop being mad at me! Im sorry! I miss you!’

A few years later, you had came around to the idea of Kenma. Creating a trio you three became unstoppable.

Middle school was rough for all three of you.

Kenma was a year younger than both of you so seeing him was harder to do than you thought it would be.

You decided Friday nights were mandatory sleepover nights because of this.

That’s how you ended up here, eight years later, on the floor of your new apartment with Kuroo.

Kenma’s mom said he needed to get his grades up before he even thought about asking to go out again.

It had been like this the past 6 Friday’s.

Just the two of you, because Kenma couldn’t get his damn grades up.

“Well maybe if you stopped bleaching your hair you wouldn’t have so many chemicals seeping into your brain so you’d actually focus in school.” A shit eating grin was plastered across the tall mans face.

“It’s not the bleach Tetsu. It’s the video games obviously.” You stated, propping your phone up so you both could properly see your younger friend.

“Both of you shut up!” Kenma groaned, throwing his face into a pillow on his bed.

“Welp! Maybe get your grades up!” Tetsuro said, sticking his tongue out tauntingly.

“Whatever asshole.”

‘Kozume! Watch your mouth!’ You heard kenma’s mom yell in the background.

“Whatever!,” he replied back, grabbing his phone and holding it close to his face. “Im gonna go now. Do my homework or something. I hate you both, bye!”

“Hate you, love you byeee!” You said pressing the big red ‘X’ in the corner of your screen.

Sighing you roll over on your mattress which is smack in the middle of your (soon-to-be) living room.

“Tetsuuuu,” you coo out, a sign you were up to something sneaky. “I have a surprise from my grandparents!”

“Oouuu what is it?” He said, matching your devious tone.

You hopped up and skipped over to your mostly empty fridge.

A pizza box and bottle of wine sat in it.

The pizza curtsey of your best friend, his ‘housewarming gift’ was dinner for the night.

And the bottle, a gift from your grandparents for turning 19 and moving out.

You grab the, now, chilled bottle and skip back out to the empty living room.

Lucky for you they also gifted you a corkscrew with it.

Sitting down infront of him you shake the bottle in his face.

“Oouuhh fancy, where’d ya’ get that?” A quizzical eyebrow shot up on the mans face.

“My grandparents. They said its a tradition and good luck to drink a bottle of wine when you get your first place.,” you huff looking down at the bottle in your hands. “I just think they’re cool as fuck and were trying to reason with my parents.” A small chuckle leaves your lips as you now look back up at the black haired man across from you.

“Hey nana l/n has always been awesome as hell! Cut my girl some slack!” He replies, reaching out and grabbing the bottle to inspect it himself.

You laugh at his response.

He’s always been so quick witted. It was one of his most charming traits, in your opinion.

“So! We gonna crack this bad boy open, or what?” You say, drawing his attention off the label.

“Yes, sorry!,” He smiles up at you apologetically. “Do the honors ms. l/n!”

You take the bottle from him and slam the cork screw in the end. After a moment of twisting a ‘POP!’ Sounds through the echo-y room.

“Hoorah!” He shouts, throwing his arms out wide in the air.

“You’re such a nerd!” You shout back.

“Whatever! Just fill my damn glass!” He shove the glasses in your face.

You stick your tongue out at him but do as he says, pouring the contents of the bottle out into the glasses.

After you fill each of them very generously to the half way point of the cups, you take a curious sip.

Your face contorts into a sour look.

“Ew! This is disgusting!”

“Really?” Kuroo asks, taking a cautious sip himself.

You watch as his face also turns sour.

“Oh my god thats horrible…”

You two stare at each other for a moment before bringing the glasses back up to your lips, both chugging the alcohol down, hoping to finish before the other one.

You finish your glass first and snatch the bottle off the floor, pouring another glass and doing the same thing.

He finished not long after you, waiting for you to fill your glass again before following your actions and refilling his.

After a few minutes of chugging down glasses you grab the bottle again, its empty.

“Damn!” You say, finally catching your breath.

You both are panting heavy at the lack of air intake.

“We finish it? Should be a few minutes before we start feeling it.” He finally says.

He was right.

10 minutes later you stand up to get some water to was the nasty after taste out of your mouth. But it hits you like a truck.

You wobble around for a second before giggling at your actions.

“Oop!” You slur out.

He laughs out behind you, standing to help you.

He trips slightly over his own foot, falling flat on to the ground.

Youre laughing so hard your stomach starts to hurt.

“Te- testu! Are- HAH are you okay?” You finally manage to ask through bursts of laughter.

He stands up, laughing just as hard as you.

“Yeah, im fine.” He says when he finally stands up straight.

He stumbles over to you.

“Where’s your speaker at?” He asks, brushing the front of his black t-shirt off.

You fumble around the counter, moving boxes around to find your bluetooth speaker.

You pull it out from behind a box and turn towards him.

“Here!” You hand it to him.

“Perfect..” he mumbles, fumbling in his pocket for his phone. He pulls it out and makes haste turning it on and connecting it.

A familiar song starts playing.

One that you two listened to on late night, alone in your old room.

Record old and scratchy, from your grandmothers collection.

You and Kuroo were far from just friends.

He was your first kiss, after all.

It happened when you were 14.

An off chance that kenma stayed home.

Kuroo had snuck a beer from his dads fridge the weekend prior, on a mandatory visit due to the divorce agreement.

He save it for this weekend hoping to share it with you and kenma, but kenma had a new game that had just released that day. He obviously had to play it right away.

You didn’t mind though, it was hard for you and Kuroo to find time to hangout just the two of you anymore.

You loved Kenma but Kuroo was your best friend first after all.

Kuroo stands up and reaches his arm out.

You grab it and stand up, facing him.

"So, I've been thinking, neither of us has kissed anyone yet," his face flushes and turns away from you as the words leave his mouth. "And it's probably better we get it out of the way before first year starts. That way we're not like, you know... behind?"

"Behind?" You ask.

"Yeah, all my friends on the volleyball team have had their first kisses and it's normal to do it. Plus we're best friends and friends can kiss too!" He says, a giant smile on his face.

"Friends... can kiss too?" You had never really thought about it like that, but you guess he's not wrong.

"Friends kiss all the time! It's normal in other cultures! Plus one little kiss couldn't hurt anybody," He leans forward to be slightly over you. "So? What'd ya' say?"

"Okay." you say quietly.

were you really about to kiss your best friend?

He leans forward and you close your eyes.

It was a quick and slobbery kiss to your lips.

He pulled away quickly. Unsure what to do next.

You blush and look away.

“Ok now we kissed so can we go back to what we were doing?

He laughs before sitting back down on your bed.

“Y/n?” Youre broken out of your train of thought by kuroo extending his hand out to you.

You grab it and he pulls you in close to his chest.

This was familiar.

You slightly inhale his smell while you adjust to the new position.

Your finger tips slowly trace up his arm, until your right hand meets his left one. He intertwines your fingers together.

At the same pace you slide your palm flat against his chest up to his shoulder.

He hums and closes his eyes and his right hand drops down to rest on your hip.

Kuroo enjoyed these moments. Slow and calming. They were a nice break from the busy schedule he had.

Everything and everyone around him was so intense all the time, but you? You had a way of stopping time and calming him down. And you didnt even have to do anything.

He begins swaying you two around languidly around the small kitchen.

Youre both humming to the tune of the song when he begins to sing softly.

“I practice every day, to find some clever lines to say, to make the meaning come true”

You giggle at his antics before joining in on his singing.

“But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late and I'm alone with you”

Its now his turn to chuckle at you, he instead opts to spin you around.

“Oh!” You say at the sudden movement. Stumbling a bit he grabs your waist to steady you out.

“Sorry.” He says, wide eyes trained on you.

“It’s okay dont worry!,” You say, resuming the position you were in before. “Let’s keep dancing.”

He nods, continuing to sway around.

"Y/n." He says, the sudden seriousness in his voice sends a chill down your spine.

"Hm?" You hum back in response, focused on where your hand intertwines with his.

"You know, this isn't, normal for friends right?"

You knew that. You weren't stupid.

Sneaking kisses when nobody was looking, intertwining your pinkies while you guys walked together, cuddling up whenever you guys could. All these things were things that couples did. Not friends.

"What about it?" You ask and he finally stops swaying you around, lowering his other hand to rest on your other hip.

He takes in a deep breath and looks up at the ceiling. When he looks back down at you he begins to talk.

"So, maybe we should talk about it?"

You bring both your hands to smooth over the fabric on his shoulders.

"Do we have too? I like whatever this is." You huff out, now looking up to make eye contact.

He rolls his eyes.

"Yes! We obviously have too!" He's hurt at your response.

He would much rather be your boyfriend than best friend. In fact the idea of forever being whatever he was to you drove him crazy.

You step backwards a bit, breaking from his hold.

Obviously you want him to be more than your best friend, but was it worth it?

If you say no you risk losing him either way.

"Look, Tetsuro," He cuts you off before you can finish.

"If you're going to say no then you have to answer another question." His eyes hold an emotion you've only seen when he loses a match. Defeat. Like he's already accepted the fact you would turn him down.

"What is it?" You ask, curious as to what he wants to know.

"If you say no, then you have to tell me what all of this was then? All the late nights sneaking around, the long glances, the flirting, everything. What did it mean to you?"

The question begins ringing in your ears.

'What did it mean to you'

"Everything." it's a quiet whisper, you're not surprised he didn't hear you.

"What?" He says, voice low.

"It means everything to me. That's why I'm scared to do anything about it. It's so perfect right now, what if everything changes?"

He studies you for a moment. Obviously looking up and down.

You shy away slightly at the attention.

He just can't believe something so beautiful could casually stand around in front of him.

You're in old running shorts and one of his t-shirts. It was beaten up from years of use.

Once he grew out of it last year he finally gave it to you.

Your hair is messy and frizzy from the humidity of moving and drinking. Falling out of the bun you put it in lazily hours ago.

"I understand where you're coming from, but I can't just do this forever." His reply doesn't shock you. It isn't fair to ask him to wait forever. You know that.

"I know..." You sigh, looking down at your socks.

"Can you stop being so emo and just be my girlfriend?" He sighs loudly, taking a step forward, hands finding your hips again.

His tone is teasing but you know he means the words he's saying.

"Promise to not let it ruin what we have?"

"Hmmm....," He puts a finger up to his chin and taps it, like he's pondering the idea.

"We have to acknowledge that there will be certain risks, such as, since you'd be my girlfriend if anything happened between us I'd probably die of a broken heart, im pretty sure."

"Oh my god you are such a nerd Tetsu!" you playfully swat at his chest, laughing.

"Ok but seriously, be my girlfriend."

"I gotta think about it."

"There's nothing to think about, be my girlfriend."

"There's a lot to think about actually."

"How about, you say yes to being my girlfriend right now, then think about it later?"

"That makes no sense."

"Who cares?"

You didn't realize he'd be slowly leaning down with each question until you feel his breath on your face.

You can smell the alcohol from earlier on his lips.

"I care." Your voice is stern.

He backs up again, removing his hands from you and leaning back against the counter top.

He's so tall that the counter is in line with his hips. Making it the perfect resting spot for him.

You lean on the counter opposite from him. The kitchen is small so you guys are still close enough that your feet are touching.

You put some weight back on to your wrists, allowing you to lift your leg up and give a small kick to his shin.

He looks up at you, taking his focus from where your feet were once entangled.

"What?" He asks, a hint of attitude lacing his tone.

"Don't do that Tetsuro."

He doesn't respond, but instead rolls his eyes.

You huff, not caring to argue with him.

"Look, I'll be your girlfriend," You watch as his face perks up, he goes to say something but you're quick to shove your hand out in to his face to keep him quiet. "But, you have to make one promise."

You drop your hand, allowing him to respond.

"I'll do anything!"

"Okay, and I'm so serious about this. Like, this is do or die."

He nods his head up and down quickly, showing his blind alliance to whatever you were going to say.

"Okay, So, I need you to promise that you'll stop making corny science jokes all the time."

He stops moving to stare at you, popping a brow up at you In annoyance.

"That's it?"

You nod 'yes' quickly.

"No can do sweetheart. Science jokes are baller."

He rolls his eyes again, grabbing you and pulling you back into him.

Your words are muffled due to him holding your face into his chest.

"And you can't say 'baller' to describe things anymore!"

"Uh-Uh! You're asking too much of me!"

He lets your head go and move your head back to look up at him.

"Fine, I'll be your girlfriend. No conditions."

"Swear?" A cheesy grin overtakes his face.

"Yeah. Swear."

He leans over, grabbing your face in both his hands, squishing your cheeks until you're lips poke out.

A giant wet kiss lands on your lips and he makes a show of popping his lips with a 'MWUAH'! He drops your face and you wipe the excess spit off your mouth.

"Okay one condition, you have got to stop giving such wet kisses! It's gross!"

He just laughs, signaling that won't happen anytime soon.

"Too late you already said swear."

You roll your eyes and push his chest a bit, finally going to grab a glass of water.

You guess having him as your boyfriend couldn't be so bad.

[cherrysurf]

“rumor has it” | osamu miya x f!reader

⌗this is part two of horrible winters

contains; revenge, fluff, happy ending

“You called?” the voice spoke

“Yea We broke up.” you popped the “P” part in a blunt tone.

“Even though he was my friend it was fucked up to do what he did.” The voice sighed over the phone

“Suna never in his life cheated before and then all of a sudden izumi shows up and it’s like a switch flipped, her going after him even after all that just proves the type of girl she is. I’m sorry Yn.” He said pinching his nose bridge shaking his head at the actions of his friend.

“I know, Thank you for telling me I really appreciate you know.” You look up at your ceiling taking a deep breath knowing that the pain was finally over

“Let’s go out to eat sometime?” the voice said causing you to snap out of the trance you were just in

“Wait, are you serious osamu?” your voice boomed in excitement yet nervousness.

“Yea, why not? let me show you good food and what a real man looks like.” the voice once monotoned now sounding cocky and confident.

“Are you sure? I just got out of a relationship you know…” you mentioned after coming back to reality realizing how fucked up this sounds.

“I don’t expect you to start liking me or anything, but I'd love the opportunity to get to know you more.” He added smiling through the phone as his plan was moving into motion.

“Okay, Yea sure let’s go out then Samu!” You feel yourself beaming with joy and excitement, something you haven’t felt in ages.

“Sounds good, pick you up tomorrow?” he added not being able to wipe the grin off his face.

“Yeah sure! see you then!” you exclaimed.

“See you Yn.” he said slyly.

Osamu finally had you right where we wanted you. Truth be told you caught osamu’s eye way before you caught sunas eye. What suna failed to see was that his dear best friend was playing chess while suna was playing checkers. Suna wasn’t ever going to be able to treat you the way Osamu knew you should be treated. So as soon as suna decided to confide in the gray haired fox about his dirty laundry. Osamu knew it was game over for suna and He'd be the hero in your story.

Osamu valued his and Sunas friendship to a certain extent. When suna flipped into a person osamu could not recognize he cared less about feeling bad to plot on you to be his. After all, first come first serve.

Atsumu knew about this whole ordeal. He didn’t care and it didn't bother him. He had bigger plans on becoming pro that exceeded this stupid college drama that was going on between his brother and his friend.

“It’s your fight osamu, what suna did was fucked up. So i’m not gonna defend him i'm just telling you what yer’ in for” he said sipping on his protein shake while waiting for his brother to finish getting ready so they could head to the gym.

“Suna shouldn’t have fumbled someone like Yn with a girl like izumi, he’ll see that sooner or later but by the time he does she’ll already be mine.” He smiled not having a single care in the world about what the green eyed man thought.

“And you’re so sure of this because?” Atsumu looked at his brother confused.

“The way she got so excited about me asking her out on a date said everything. Suna never put in much effort after he and Yn made it official he dropped her “bare minimum” to the ground. If I build it back up to a level so high that he can’t reach it, she'll never take him back.” He smirked

This wasn’t all about osamu. He genuinely cared for you and saw the good in you and didn’t want you to end up with someone who’d barely give you the time of day. He was going to fix that because anything for you.

Safe to say his plans worked, Three months later Osamu found himself calling you his officially. Life was perfect and everything he wanted since before you knew.

The talks you two shared during the time of getting to know each other explained all sides of the story, how osamu fell for you first and everything in between up till now. He didn’t feel right hiding anything from you he just felt terrible about not acting on it sooner.

You didn’t really think you’d find a good real love for awhile but osamu came through immediately not wanting to pass up on another chance of not being able to take a shot at trying to call you his.

Suna did find out, although he was furious he couldn’t say anything due to izumi’s iron grip she had on him “sucks to suck.” was all suna was met with when he tried to confront osamu in private.

You found peace and he didn’t that was all the satisfaction you needed to be healed.

this was mostly just for @multi-fandom-fanfic since they requested a part two and it was interesting to write.

gen taglist; @heartmaddie @ellsarchive @vertejay @massacremars @bakery-anon @pneumosia @na-i1

[duhshereadz]

Jinx gets the bright idea to draw on Cait’s face while she’s sleeping:

The early morning sunlight seeped through the cracked windows of the hideout, casting warm golden rays on the battered furniture. Caitlyn’s steady breathing filled the room, her head nestled into a thin pillow on the couch. Her cheeks were flushed with sleep, hair slightly mussed from tossing and turning during the night. Jinx crouched a few feet away, the playful glint in her wide blue eyes unmistakable as she studied her next masterpiece: Caitlyn's peaceful, unsuspecting face.

“Ekko, c’mon! This is the perfect opportunity,” Jinx whispered, barely containing the excitement bubbling in her voice. Her green and blue braids fell over her shoulder as she leaned forward, waving a bright pink marker in front of him like it was her weapon of choice.

Ekko stood just behind her, arms crossed, his white hair catching the sunlight. He glanced nervously over his shoulder at the open doorway. “Jinx, I don’t think this is a good idea. If Vi finds out we messed with Caitlyn—”

“She won’t find out,” Jinx interrupted, her grin widening mischievously. “You heard what I said, right? Vi’s not here. She went out hours ago.”

Ekko raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Jinx pressed a hand to her chest like she was making some sacred promise. Then she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Look, Sheriff Cupcake here is out cold. We can have a little fun, give her a makeover, and she’ll never know who did it. It’ll be hilarious!”

Ekko hesitated, eyeing Caitlyn. The Enforcer looked so peaceful, it almost felt cruel to mess with her. But then again, Jinx’s infectious enthusiasm was hard to resist. Ekko sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, fine. But if Vi shows up—”

“Vi’s not gonna show up!” Jinx whispered, cutting him off again. She practically bounced on her toes as she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the couch. “Now come on, let’s get to work.”

Ekko sighed but crouched beside her, reluctantly taking the blue marker she shoved into his hand.

Jinx leaned over Caitlyn, squinting like she was appraising a blank canvas. “Alright, let’s start simple. Maybe some whiskers?” She stuck out her tongue in concentration and drew the first line with exaggerated care, a giggle slipping past her lips.

Ekko tried to hold back a smile. “You’re really in your element, huh?”

“You betcha,” Jinx replied, glancing at him with a wicked grin. “This is art, Ekko. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Right,” he muttered, rolling his eyes but unable to hide his amusement. He leaned over Caitlyn as well, carefully adding his own contribution—a lopsided heart on her cheek.

“Pfft, a heart? Really?” Jinx teased, her voice low but playful. “Where’s your creativity?”

“Some of us don’t spend our free time vandalizing people’s faces,” Ekko shot back, smirking.

“Booooring,” Jinx drawled, waving her hand dismissively. She leaned in closer, her marker poised to add something ridiculous to Caitlyn’s forehead. But just as she started, a loud creak came from behind them.

Both of them froze.

Ekko turned slowly, his stomach dropping as his gaze landed on the figure standing in the doorway. Vi, her pink hair practically glowing in the sunlight, leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, an unamused expression on her face.

“Jinx,” Vi said, her voice low and dangerous. “What the hell are you doing?”

Jinx straightened up, the marker still clutched in her hand. “Uh, hi, Vi! You’re home early…”

Vi raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking to Caitlyn, then back to Jinx. “Did you seriously think I wouldn’t catch you?”

Ekko scrambled to his feet, the marker falling from his hand. “Uh, Vi, we can explain—”

Vi held up a hand, silencing him. “You’re lucky Cait’s a heavy sleeper,” she muttered, walking toward them. Jinx backed up slightly, her grin turning sheepish.

“C’mon, Vi,” Jinx said, attempting her best innocent look. “It’s just a little harmless fun!”

Vi stared at her for a long moment, then let out a heavy sigh. “Harmless fun, huh?” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a marker of her own—a dark red one.

Jinx blinked. “Wait… what are you doing?”

Vi smirked. “If we’re gonna do this, we might as well do it right.”

Ekko’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you’re actually—”

“Shut up and hand me that blue marker,” Vi said, cutting him off.

Jinx’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I knew you had it in you, sis!”

The three of them crouched around Caitlyn, working quickly but carefully. Jinx added a tiny mustache above Caitlyn’s lip, while Ekko drew exaggerated eyebrows that made her look permanently surprised. Vi, despite her initial resistance, seemed to be enjoying herself. She added a small crown on Caitlyn’s forehead, complete with tiny jewels.

By the time they were done, Caitlyn’s face was a chaotic masterpiece.

Jinx stepped back to admire their work, her hands on her hips. “Now that,” she said, grinning from ear to ear, “is a work of art.”

Ekko chuckled, shaking his head. “We’re so dead if she wakes up.”

Vi smirked, tossing the marker onto the table. “She won’t wake up. Not until I tell her what you two did, anyway.”

“Wait, what we did?” Ekko exclaimed.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you’re an accomplice now,” Jinx teased, poking his arm.

Before Ekko could protest, Caitlyn stirred, letting out a soft groan. The three of them froze, their eyes widening.

Caitlyn blinked sleepily, her gaze landing on the trio hovering over her. For a moment, there was silence. Then her eyes narrowed.

“…What did you do?”

Jinx burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. “Oh, you’re gonna love this, Cupcake!”

Caitlyn groaned again, sitting up and reaching for a mirror. The second she saw her reflection, her face turned bright red.

“Jinx!”

Jinx bolted for the door, cackling as Caitlyn leapt to her feet in pursuit. “Worth it!” Jinx shouted over her shoulder.

Vi and Ekko exchanged a glance, then quickly followed, Caitlyn’s angry shouts echoing through the hideout.

It was chaos, pure and simple—but for Jinx, it was just another day.