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#Sage Startup Spark Idea Expo 2024#Startup Conclave 2024#conclave Indore#Idea pitch#event participation#business idea pitching
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like I genuinly don't think this will happen but like. I don't think I'd know what I'd do if vc's actually fund my dog food business. I'm like lowkey scared.
#would it be a dream come true. possibly. but would I know what to DO???#am I really the person to do it???#like the idea that I would have to drop out of uni and go into entrepreneurship full time is crazy to me#for context: I'm part of a startup incubation council and I pitched my business idea just as like. a silly lil haha#cause we were doing a program and I was like. yeah sure it'd just be an exercise to better understand building a business#but then we went through several rounds of pitching and mv and bmcing#and it's lowkey kinda viable???#and people are asking about it??#and it might be getting pitched to Venture capital?
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Obanaiâs reincarnation should have worked at a reptile conservancy
#i will die on this hill#also i hate yoshiteru so much so my version of zenitsuâs reincarnation is a stuck-up musician#who says stuff like âsorry i only associate with people who have perfect pitchâ and âsheet music is for bitches with no real talentâ#but yeah the idea of obanai working at a reptile conservancy fills me with so much joy#if mitsuri calls him in the middle of a tour he answers and says âoh no iâm not busy of course i can talkâ#kaburamaru reincarnates too ofc and he carries him around and lets kids pet him as part of the tours#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#obanai iguro#iguro obanai#kaburamaru#demon slayer reincarnations
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BELPHEGOR - HEADCANON : GUINEA PIG PROJECT ( GPP )
how does Belphegor have time to test all their drugs, from the good 'ol reliables to the newly-created ? well, they DON'T ! and this is how the Guinea Pig Program came to be !
here in the Guinea Pig Program, or GPP for short, hellborns and imps can lend their bodies and minds in the name of furthering the progression of Hell's medical sciences. in return for them sacrificing their personal time and their well-being, they will be given a list of helpful perks such as :
⊠free housing in Sloth [ optional ] ⊠stable payroll ⊠free health insurance [ plus dental ! ] ⊠Sloth-based bank account + credit card [ approved in all rings ]
this program is aimed mostly towards those who are feeling down on their luck, the most desperate of the desperate, at their wit's end, or at the very least feel that they should be getting paid for how much life is dicking around with their lives.
let it be known, however : due to the perks of such a program, there is quite the waitlist. but fear not ! for there is a high amount of people "moving out" on a regular basis, so you might get bumped up the list faster than you might expect ! additionally, for the safety of you and your fellow Subjects, should anyone have adverse mental or physical effects during testing, you will be given an implant that will be inserted into your brain.
[ mun's note : the implant has basic tracking and each one has a sigil that activates a pleasant reward system via small, concentrated injections of Belphegor's drug-like saliva that replenishes through magical means ; the implant also has an option to sedate the subject, but more precautions need to be made to knock out the subject before proceeding. ]
as they enter the program, they will be assigned a Handler that manages their schedules and general housing needs. they are also able to potentially climb the four ranks of the program, each one coming with additionally dangerous or risky trials, but a hefty raise in financial support follows to compensate for this.
once Subjects begin reaching past moderate-tier status, applicants have the choice to either stay moderate-tier or choose to enter advanced-tier, where the opportunity to become promoted from Subject to Agent opens up. doing so means that they will be able to change over to nicer housing communities and carrying out personal jobs for Belphegor.
these vary from playing messenger to other Sins to retrieving rogue Agents, to going undercover or simply acting as a precautionary set of eyes during out-of-ring meetings ; very few roles are off the table, really.
⊠intermediate. ⊠moderate. ⊠advanced. ⊠veteran.*
upon reaching Veteran status, they have been in the program for roughly around a year. with this, a secondary sigil on the Agent's implant will activate and provide them with enhanced physical strength, height, senses, and an ability that varies from Agent to Agent -- they may be able to phase through walls for short periods of time or can camouflage themselves to blend in with their environment, for example. as a side effect of these added traits and ability, Subject's eyes and veins will begin to shift colors to an ultraviolet purple, which are also a sign of prestige, strength, and seniority among lower tier Subjects.
[ ANOTHER note : there can only be ten Veteran Agents active during this program, and competition is encouraged as a method to weed out the lackluster from the violently-resilient, as these Agents are capable of reaching Sinner-levels of power. ]
along with this substantial raise in pay and badge of superiority, Agents have the choice to move into a more prestigious community and receive Resurrection Insurance -- should the Agent die within Sloth, the implant secures a spiritual tether to the Agent and will ensure that the body goes into a temporary state of false life, keeping the organs working while the soul is floating around its physical body like a balloon, long enough until the Agent can be transferred into a hospital to be resurrected properly.
#⊠âooc.â#âbelphegor: headcanon.â#// this is me spewing nonsense ive been stewing on and not like#// an ACTUAL ic business pitch#// its an idea ive had cooking for a while that sets up a bit of belph's less Nice side since theyre a Sin and all :p
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haha I appreciate the sentiment @i-gwarthâ ! â€
It would be a really fun project! Itâs been on my mind since I played the quest. I wish I had the time!! I understand that Duviri is a bit of a special case within the Warframe universe (or something along those lines, Iâm new here đ), but I really loved the storybook spin and how the story is narrated to us and how the characters are introduced (kind of like an opera)! Sure thereâs the book that you get as decoration at the end of the quest (surreal moment for me yet again haha) but why not make a little something more with it ya know? At least a little illustration for each chapter/spiral/character đ One can dream!
#*dreamy sigh*#If I ever have the time...who knows#my pile of WIPs is bigger than mount Everest at this point#and I'm SO busy right now oof#If I had less shame I'd pitch this to digital extremes but alas đ#i-gwarth#â€#reply#eleonor says stuff#warframe#the duviri paradox#I'm sure a fan somewhere will have the same idea!#I look forward to that :)
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What if i become incredibly self indulgent and add Titania and Oberon to my Tav's lore. They canonically exist in dnd apparently so what if.
#shut up river#bg3#[oc] Alfhart#Trying to distract myself rn and like. Wouldnt it be funny#if his true parentage is the highest of archfey#that have this on and off relationship situation and he happened they were like uuuuuuuuh yeah no nah send that one to uhhhh#replace that one mortal portal guard when they come of age#and he just never figured it out even when he COULD travel to the feywild because he was too busy trying to get uncursed#dfgd this curse is basically the equivelant of me trying to pitch an aarakocra char at a table while yelling NO WINGS. WINGS CHOPPED OFF#NOT OP! I PROMISE!!#imagine him taking a level in fey warlock with withers on hold and Astarion on legal supervision. Faerun's worst skype call#not canonising any of this yet btw im just throwing ideas at the wall
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Snow White Earnings Reports and the Seven Loopholes
This is why you pay writers- otherwise you get remakes like this.
#bad idea#movie pitch#pitch and moan#wga#i stand with the wga#writers strike#writers strike 2023#wga strike 2023#wga strike#wga west#finance#economics#business ethics#animation#snow white#snow white and the 7 dwarfs#disney#disney cartoon#animated film#cartoon movie#remake
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Whoâs making fun of us, let me at âem đ
i hate seeing people now making fun of those who care about privacy online. i've seen people saying things like "well they already have your data. what are companies going to do with it" and it's like, that's not the point. it's that companies /shouldn't/ be able to have my data and sell it. am i aware they probably already have my data? yes, absolutely. but i'm still going to try and keep them from monetizing it any further, why are we defending companies selling data they shouldn't have to begin with though?
#WHY I OUGHTA#no but fr when I saw that move âthe social networkâ or whatever I learnt that Zuck just stole an idea and got an investor#that was like âew thatâs unfair. also gross what he did before that with the picture rating siteâ#and then the data analytica thing happened where it wasnât just âwe have your data and weâre doing targeted adsâ it was âwe can socially#engineer large demographics into believing whatever we want. into feeling whatever we want. into doing (Jan 6) whatever we wantâ#then Frances Haugen happened. and we learnt about Maria Ressa. we learnt about the mental health impacts on everyone#although they focussed on children mainly#itâs more than just ânow that we know everything about you hereâs an ad for something you might like. hereâs a local businessâ#that was the pitch#itâs so much more dangerous than that.#PS: sorry I donât know if social engineering is the right word to use
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Check out the 11-slide pitch deck that delivery startup Rohlik used to raise $170 million
Here's some insight for those of you prepping for fundraising rounds...
#pitch deck#repost#trending#readmore#entrepreneurship#vc culture and you#business insider#cfre#fundraising ideas#fortheculture#thedigitaldigestđïž#digitalculture#social media#aceupdates#aos#start up culture#getting to the bag#team building#how to#fundraising rounds#expansion#experience based content#content ideas for your pitch#new fundraiser ideas#expand your footprint#delivery start-up
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Whelp I guess I'm back on Tumblr
#i was clean but here we aaaare#anyway i think i'm gonna call in sick tomorrow#i'm just. emotinally and mentally and psychologically absolutely exhausted#i haven't been sick since before xmas so i can get away with it this once#i have TWO coworkers out on annual leave this week so i feel super super bad about leaving J(f) and J(m) alone if i do stay home#but maybe our useless asshole supervisor H will actually be useful for once and help them#J(f) is a temp and we've been like. really careful not to draw her into office politics#also she's young and seems super nice so we don't wanna put her in an awkward position#but today we were brainstorming ideas for her thesis and she just dropped 'how about the role o emotional intelligence in supervisory roles#GIIIIIIIIIRL#it was a jab at H no question#our girl is learning the ropes đ„č#we're all so fond and protective of her she's an angel#anyway R was just talking today about being totally available to pitch in to help if we need it#he was a temp in our dept last summer and now he's a temp this summer in a different dept that's not so busy#so i hope J(m) just asks R instead of white knuckling it
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If I recall, one of the theories of how humans developed spoken language is basically this. The "put the baby down" theory (or something) suggests it originated with a sort of continuous reassurance/contact call between parent and child while the hands were busy, because human babies can't cling onto adults like most primates.
I actually think there might be another one that suggested a similar thing, that it arose from humans evolving in an environment where line of sight is often blocked. Basically, while people are gathering or whatever in shrubby areas, constant contact calling helped keep people from wandering away from the group etc., which evolved into conveying more complicated information and eventually language.
While I'm talking about social stuff I had to learn as an autistic person
There's a LOT of social interactions between human beings whose purpose really boils down to being like that thing dogs do where they go "omg YOU'RE a dog??? I'M a dog!!!!!" And that's not a bad thing. Highly ritualized "meaningless" displays of human connection like friendly greetings and talking about things like weather actually do serve a purpose which is like idk ritualized displays birds do. YOU'RE a human? Omg I'M a human!!!! Wow!!!
And they don't have to be your favorite flavor of interaction. You can even think they're silly. But they DO serve a purpose or else they wouldn't be a thing.
#one of the neat things about hypotheses of the evolution of language is that a number of them think two things were a prerequisite for it#one is singing - the idea that humans developed complex breath control and pitch stuff first before words#the second is manual language - basically that people signed before they talked which allowed grammar etc. to develop#with speech possibly arising from needing to communicate while the hands are busy#or when line of sight was blocked#also just the fact that we have no fucking idea how language evolved because it's hard to figure out#anyway back to the original point of this it's like...yeah a lot of ritualised small talk is basically just#''I acknowledge you are here fellow human and I am *at least* some level of OK with that''#and just humans are a social species and most of us require social feedback in the form of just interacting with people
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Introducing Dr. Lata Suresh, Head of Knowledge Resource Centre and distinguished panelist! đ As an accomplished author, speaker, and influencer, she brings invaluable insights to the discussion. With her background as Corporate Communications Head at the Indian Institute under the Ministry, her expertise promises enriching perspectives. Join us for her contributions at the SAGE Startup Spark Idea Expo, June 13th-14th, 2024, at Sage University, Indore.
www.sageuniversity.in/startup
#naac a+ university indore#startup conclave Indore#Upcoming event Indore#Idea Pitching#Business new idea pitch
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â I JUST WANNA HEAR YOU (S)CREAMMM ! â
᥎êȘ« sum. whatâs your favorite scary movie? is it carrie? psycho? or maybe nightmare on elm street? perhaps picking up the phone was a bad idea, but you donât scare easily! or do you?
wc. 6.0k
warnings. fem! reader, ghostface geto & ghostface nanami, college au, threesĆmes, unprotected, brief phone sÄx, roleplay, dirty talk, praise, overstim, implied multiple Ćrgasms, spit, manhandling, brÄeding, hair pulling, oral (f & m receiving), cowgirl dp.
an. from this ask!
âhello.â
âhello?â
âwhatâs your favorite scary movie?â
you deadpan, almost as if youâve seen this movie before. it was around close to midnight. you were the only one sober at some random frat party you got dragged to. everyone besides you were probably wasted or shoving tongues into mouths. sitting up on a cushioned bed, you hold the landline up to your ear. âmean girls two. bye.â
ââŠ.girl what? thatâs not aââ
you hang up, averting your eyes back towards the tv screen that displayed some cheesy soap opera. about precisely thirteen seconds pass before the landline screeches a loud deafening ring again.
sighing, you answer it. âstop calling this number. prank calls arenât funny.â
âno.â the voice replies, and itâs very deepâyou swear youâve heard something like it before. a best way to describe it was that it had a gruff pitch to it, baritone running all underneath it. his voice was also a bit sly too. âi just wanna talk to you.â
âbother some other girl. bye.â
âdonât hang up on me.â
for whatever reason, you donât hang up. his voice sounded a bit sternâyou sit up before growing quiet. youâre fully alert now.
âgood girl. now, iâll ask again. whatâs your favorite scary movie?â
pressing your back against the comforter, your thighs squeeze together. with another vexed sigh, you say the most random movie that comes immediately to mind. âhalloween.â
âpft. basic.â
âwhaâ youâre the one who asked.â
âoh, doll iâm just joking. but anyway, you like slasher movies, yeah?â
for whatever reason, the more you talked to this total stranger, you start to feel a sudden uncanny stir delve around your stomach. you werenât scared, yet at least, but it was oddly peculiar. his voice sounds a bit familiar the more you listen to it. with how teasing the caller on the other line appeared, it was strangely intriguing. you kind of didnât wanna hang up anymore, besides this party you were at was quite ⊠not the best.
ânot really. i am a jamie lee curtis fan though, i only watched because i make fun of the deaths.â you mumble.
âhmmm,â the voice hums through the other end. itâs as if heâs pondering what his next choice of words will be to you. âsoâŠyou got a boyfriend?â
you were taken aback by how abrupt the change of subject was. the man on the other end laughs at your awkward silence before you finally speak.
âno, and itâs not like itâs any of your business.â
âeasy, girl. iâm just curious. besides, what if i wanna ask ya out?â
you grow quiet again before rubbing your neck, you were growing a bit hot.
âwhatever. no, i donât have a ⊠boyfriend.â
âooh. you hesitated there.â
you grumble. âshut up. iâm hanging up.â
the man immediately replies with a chortle.
âwait, wait. heh, serious though. you never told me your name, doll face.â
with an eye roll, you utter, âwhy do you wanna know my name?â
âbecause i wanna know who iâm looking at.â
âwhat?â
âwhat?â
each word he spoke breaks through the phone due the deep mess of his voice. a few rough sparks from his dialogue punctures through the soundbox of the device. again, he did sound oddly familiar. you just couldnât put your foot on it.
the man chuckles before responding in a more sly toneâchanging the subject again.
âyou know doll, you sound kind of out of breath. call me crazy, but before i called you, were you playing with yourself?â
your legs suddenly squeeze shut, you were wearing one of your borrowed hoodies and shorts underneath. any sane person would have hung up eons ago, but for whatever reasonâyou felt your heartbeat start to race. the more you listened to the deep voice on the other end, the more you started to grow more curious. whatâs wrong with playing around for a little bit? besides, whatâs the worst thing that could happenâyou dying?
you scoff, thinking this was nothing more than a dumb prank callâyou decided that playing along wouldnât hurt. you had nothing else to do anyway.
âso what if i was playing with myself?â
âi bet you didnât even make yourself finish, doll.â
his voice, the more it spoke in that rough pitched toneâyou couldnât help but press the landline up to your ear just a bit further. you furrow your curled up brows, lowering your guard a bit. probably foolish, maybe youâd regret this later, but alas, reality wasnât on your mind at the moment.
âare you saying you can make me finish?â you mutter, growing amused now.
âoh i know i can. i can make you get off from just from my voice alone.â
he was toying with you, but it was too late to back down. you intake a honed breath before humming.
âokay, prove it then.â
he chuckles.
âmhm. take those panties off first. actually no, slide them to the side for me.â
you really felt like you were in a movie, shamelessly at this random guyâs beck and call. as the show played in the background, you press the middle part of your thumb against the volume button to turn it down four notches. the room was practically silent now, the only noises heard were from the blaring beat drops of edm music downstairs. sprawling your legs out, you creep a shaking hand between your thighs.
the voice grows quiet, you finally move your panties toward the side before slouching back against the pillow.
âyou must be really bored. talking to a random girl at the m-midnight.â you exhale.
âheh, m-maybe,â he mocks your falter. âbut iâm sure youâll keep me entertained with that cute voice of yours.â
he was so smooth. smooth as if he was prepared for every word that flew out of your mouth. as your fingers glide against your now exposed entrance, you let off a shaky breath.
he was right, out of boredom you tried to play with yourselfâ yet, that didnât work out because you could never make yourself finish. your attempt was basically useless. with a frowning pout, you reply. ânow what?â
âfinger yourself, silly. and i wanna hear, put the phone up against that pussy for me, doll.â
he was filthy.
you felt yourself start to throb before removing the landline from against your ear and placing it right against your doused entrance.
with heavy jagged breaths becoming more irregular, the person on the other line hears the wet sloshes of your cunt up against the phone. again, he grows quietâitâs almost like you can make out his deep attractive breaths and it makes you pulse even more.
âbet youâre so nice ân soaked. sounds so sloppy.â
gnawing on the softness of your bottom lip, your thumb briefly skims past the nub of your clit and you whine. you were already a bit sensitive from before, starting to stroke your fingers against it. bringing the phone back up to your ear, you ease a single finger inside. it feels warmâyou were slick, coating your own finger with a nice amount of your obscene arousal. it doesnât take long for you to start to pant, slithering another finger inside of your cunt before moaning. it fits nicely, nice and snug.
âyou sound so pretty. i want you to imagine those are my fingers, pretty girl. can ya do that?â
ây-yeah,â you start to stammer, feeling a sudden spongey texture inside of youâyou gasp, not expecting to reach your sweetened g-spot so soon. it was a mere bumpy texture, gloopy gummy walls involuntarily accepting your two slender fingers with an open gesture. âfuck, âm still a bit sensitive.â
he guffaws lowly.
âyeah, i bet you are. poor baby canât even make herself cum.â
you swallow, the playfulness in his voice making your thighs start to tremble a bit. with relaxed fingers stretching throughout your walls, you focus on your breathing. each pant that came out of your hot breaths seemed like it was gonna be your last. after a while, your toes start to curl up in pure pleasureâyou moan, feeling a sudden rush of weightlessness nirvana overtake you.
âfind your g-spot for me. tell me when you do.â
âi- i already found it,â you whine, a sheaf of nerves that store inside of your pussy pulsating at a rapid speed. your head throws itself back as youâre just moaning melodically. âfuck, why donât you just come over ân finish for me already.â
the voice laughs again.
âyeah? you want me to come over instead? maybe i should use my tongue since your fingers are so useless, dollface.â
at this point, you didnât really care. maybe making simple rational decisions today just wasnât in your favor. the eerie voice, each second you spent listening to it the more aroused you became. maybe getting off to a pure strangerâs voice was embarrassing but you were feening. the air felt suddenly thick. so thick you could cut it with a knife. with your bottom lip being chewed on like gum, you briskly shiver. cold, wintry air wafts against your skin and you moan for the nth time. an unforeseen chill runs down your spine before you hold back yet another whine.
âf-fuck, just come ân finish for me. i canât do it. please.â
he grows quiet for a solid good four seconds before replying in a cheeky tone.
âokay. turn around.â
your panting stops and instantly, you turn your head the other wayâof course, no one was there. figures, the only things your eyes were met with was the wooden headboard. with a disappointed grimace, pulling your occupied fingers out of your cunt, you turn back around. as youâre about to speak into the phone again, you open your mouth before pausing.
there, youâre met face first with what appears to be some guy in an infamous ghostface costume. he was tall, staggering inches on him before you donât see one but two. they both had the same getup, ghoulish ghost mask, a long black robe, and the same spectral, tilting head-stance.
one of them takes off a mask and itâs suguru geto, your roommate.
your eyes concisely widen. once he yanks off the mask, his silky well-kept black strands fly loose. no wonder the voice sounded a tad bit familiar. the other removes his mask and it was nanami, two of themânow you really felt like you were in a movie. âyou always did say how much you liked scream,â and then you glance at nanami who had a sheepish expression. âdonât be shy now, someoneâs gotta help ya finish.â
âo-oh,â you remember, sitting up against the bed. now you were embarrassed. just a few seconds ago, you were getting off to your roommateâs voice. suddenly, you felt even more hot. you did end up talking their ear off about your adoration for the beloved franchise, ranting about your cute little ghostface obsession.
truth be told though, you didnât know theyâd make it a sheer reality for you. the two of them get on the bed towards you before nanami brings a gloved hand to your chin. he strokes your chin softly, and geto moves underneath.
âsorry princess,â he whispers. âsuguru wanted to scare you but i told him we should just show ourselves,â and as heâs speaking, you get lost in his soft, honeydew eyes. such gentle compared to geto who was a bit moreâcrazed. âhe didnât scare you too bad, did he?â
you moan once you feel geto run a thumb against your already exposed cunt. with a firm head shake, you huff. âno, n-not really.â
âaw what. i thought i was pretty scary,â and you whimper out once he blows against your folds. for a concise moment, geto stares up at youâdark eyes keeping a strong gaze on you. âtell us what you want, pretty girl. you want us to help you finish?â
you nod, feeling geto spread your legs apart further.
nanami, with a gloved hand purses your lips together, forming them into a tight squeeze before humming. âwords, princess. use them, okay?â
the more you feel getoâs breath fan against your clit, teasing youâyou were about to go feral. you stare up at nanami before letting off a sweet whine. âi- i want you both to help me finish,â you stutter out, stumbling over your pathetic words like youâd stumble with an untied shoe. âmake me cum, please kento.â
he leans in to kiss your forehead and you hear geto scoff underneath. âiâm the one between your legs but whatever,â and you feel his soft lips kiss against your pussy. âkento, keep her distracted for me, will ya?â
âyouâre so pretty,â he mutters, lightly lifting up your chin. as he wore black glovesâthe fabric gently brushes against your lip, popping a thumb into your mouth. he doesnât expect for you to happily take it in his mouth, sucking on it. âoh,â he breathes, a bit speechless. you stare into nanamiâs eyes, swirling your tongue around his thumb in such an erotic way. lowly hooded eyes stare at him the entire time, you moan once you feel the flatness of getoâs tongue run against your sweet clitoral hood. his tongueâthe texture of it was so cold, the moment he digs in he makes you know the pure definition of sloppy. all with his tongue, he slowly flicks it against your nub before delving his tongue deeper between your soddened folds. nanami pulls your chin to face him again before softly purring, âdonât look at him, look at me pretty girl.â
as your eyes focus back towards nanami, you could already feel your legs quavering. you felt hot, the lewd way geto drags his tongue against your pussy makes you gasp out three strained second puffs of air.
âk-kento,â you moan, pawing your hands at the low part of his robe. he watches, lowering his head at you before you reach there. nanamiâs bulge, he has an abashed expression as he realizes what you were fondling at. âtake it off.â
âah, ask nicely,â he coos. your lips were now glossed with your own spit he smears against you as he pulls his gloved thumb out of your mouth. even though nanami was more tame than geto, his voice had a bit more dominance in it. he grabs your chin gently, cocking his head toward the side. âtell me what you want ân iâll give it to you.â
your legs felt like they were standing on its last few hingesâgetoâs tongue runs down your slit, taking a moment to depart his lips and spit on it, only to then lap it up again. a few annoyed grunts escape out of him partially due to his long strands of hair getting in the way. âso sweet,â he mutters, you whimper once he prods two fingers against your outer entrance. every few seconds heâd kiss near your thighs, leaving a few bite bite marks before focusing back towards your folds. âmhm.â
barely even able to keep focus, you gaze back up at nanami whoâs standing near the edge of the bedâyouâre laid back against the pillows with geto between your thighs. finally, a sweet mewl of words leave your glazed lips. âi- i wanna taste, âken. wanna suck you off,â and he gives you a playful eyebrow raise, prying his pink lips open a few inches apart before you correct yourself. âpretty please.â
âbetter,â he murmurs, a hand of his reaching towards your head to give it a good pat. âgood girl. go ahead, lift it up ân enjoy the meal.â
with a soft slackened sigh, you lift up the obsidian black robe. youâre met with ripped jeans, for some reason you just figured heâd already be sprung out for you. as getoâs still lapping up every drop of your taste, you unzip his fly before yanking down his pants. you were so impatientâ and with getoâs demented pace, you were getting close. he chuckles, watching you struggle with the zipper for a bit before finally reaching near his boxers. they were a cerulean blueish color, his bulge was just appetizing. the entire shape of it, you felt yourself starting to drool the longer your eyes made direct contact against it. so rounded and full. with clammy hands, you tug them down before his thick cock springs out.
âitâs okay,â he whispers with a nod, watching you glance up himâa silent gesture as a way of asking if you could go further. nanami brings a hand towards the crown of your head, gingerly massaging his fingers through the crevices of your scalp. âyou can be a little messy for me.â
a wretched whine that was raw rips from your throat once you feel getoâs tongue latch against your cunt. by now, he was sucking against your folds. the squelches were so sloppy, a hand of yours grab onto his hair for leverage and he shoots you a sly smile.
âdonât be shy girl, yank on it.â
dark pooled irises linger into yours for a long time before you get a good grip of getoâs hair, dragging him closer towards your entrance. over and over and over.
he giggles, hot breath ghosting against your folds and you throb even more. with dilated irises staring back towards nanami, you wrap your free hand around his lengthâhe was so thick, such full balls that you just wanted to run your tongue all across it. he had a few veins skim down his beige, weighty cock. you could make out a few drops of lustrous pre-cum that decorates near his very tip. âu-ugh,â he shakes, the warmth that your tongue provides has him smothering his lips together. nanami watches, youâre slow but deadly.
pursing your lips together, you gradually start to sink him into your mouth.
getoâs still between your thighs, shoving two fingers in and out of you nowâhe surrounds your clit with his mouth, the suction he creates with just his lips was brutal. youâre moaning, even whilst your noises were pretty much muffled due to nanamiâs fat cock. âeasy,â he whispers, tapping a thumb against your cheek. âno teeth, okay? youâre doing s-so good.â
nanami groans, goading the same thumb against your cheek before you inch yourself further and further down. he has a shy smile at the way your hair forms in musses due to his tight grip. within no time, your throatâs already stuffed and few droplets of your own saliva trickles down the sides of your mouth. getoâs still making sure to thrust his gloved digits in and out of your soaked cunt and you donât know which roommate to focus on.
âm-mphm,â was all you could manage out, your legs in a swift spread-eagle position. as youâre outstretched, you feel yourself about to cum. youâd recognize that feeling anywhereâthe feeling when a swelling pool of heat residing inside your stomach tickles throughout your entire abdomen. that same feeling of nirvana courses through your veins as youâre now leisurely bobbing your head. every time you pull on getoâs long hair, he gruntsâspanking your clit in response and that only causes you to whine for more. nanami strokes your face as he starts to feel his dick prod against the roof of your mouth. for a split second as youâre breathing through each nostrilâyou gag, long lashes fluttering in sync together.
your legs couldnât hold still, getoâs continuously pushing you towards your limit before you whimper out. your tongue lathers over the splotches of pre-cum that paints nanamiâs tip a pretty shade of snowy white.
he just couldnât keep his eyes off of you, especially not with a face like that.
low eyes, sheepish smile, furrowed eyebrows. youâre convulsing profusely all in getoâs mouth, the sides of your thighs occasionally hitting against his face and he titters. âsuch a sloppy m-mouth,â nanami inhales deeply, and he starts to gently drag your head against his cock. heâs got your mouth filled with so many inchesâyour cheeks were all puffed up from his immense length, sheeny slobber emanating all down the sides of your mouth before he pants. âgonna make such a mess ân your mouth, princess. âs that what you want?â
you nod, feeling the vein that runs down his girthy cock twitch in your mouth. you moan, heâs feeling weightlessâyouâve got his knees trembling, a handâs still attached to your head like velcro before gyrating your tongue all over the crownhead of his shaft. âsuch a pretty face,â he gruffs lowly, swiftly pulling your hair side to side to take every inch. âs-shame i gotta ruin it a little.â
even nanamiâs dirty talk was tameâ it was cute to witness, the way his blond brows would tug into a furrow. heâs so pent up, and out of nowhereâyou feel a sudden rush erupt within your cunt. before you could even react, you end up cumming hard. it shoots out of you like a rough wave, itâs such pure bliss that it takes you a few seconds to realize. getoâs making out with your pussy, slowly sliding his two protected fingers in and out of your sopping wet entrance and you shudder. âwhat a fuckinâ mess,â he hums, taking sight at how saturated you were. as geto laps his tongue against your folds once more, he stares back up at you and nanami. âaw. look at you two,â and he leans down to kiss your forehead. âslobbinâ everywhere, messy girl you are.â
your eyes go back up towards nanami, heâs sweating.
he felt as if the fabric of his robe stuck against his skin. while heâs holding it up with one hand, you sneak a stare at his abs, perfect washboard abs that looked quintessentially sculpted against his body. âg-gonna cum,â and he stares at geto, growing a bit flustered once all attentionâs on him. âsuguru, donât just stand there. pâŠpraise her.â
geto scoffs, kneeling beside you on the bed before moving a few strands from your face. âso bossy,â he grits before giving you your second head pat. he leans up close to your ear, grabbing the voice changer again and brings it up to his lips. âcâmon, doll. make âken cum, yeah. doinâ so good for us. youâre gonna make him whine for you, heh.â
nanamiâs legs felt like mush, he throws his head back, his long black robe syncing with his movements before heâs gently pulling your head against his thick cock. he shudders, welts of twinges close in on the undersides of his thighs before he finally finishes. it builds up gradually before you find him pouring into your mouth with a nice amount of parching hot cum. itâs hot, a good mass of satiny ropes coat the flat middle part of your tongue and you moan. âf-fuuuck,â he heaves through heavy lungs, itâs still trickling, you savor the taste. itâs bitterly sweet. he pulls out of your mouth before letting off a tremulous sigh. âgood girl, f-fuck.â
âaw. donât hog her, give me attention too,â geto sneers, softly grabbing you by the neck, making you face him. with his right hand, he squeezes your lips together with a rigid grip. âah, donât swallow yet. câmere.â
with half-lidded eyes, you doâleaning into his touch before geto plants his warm lips onto yours. youâre caught by surprise for the umpteenth time today, prying your mouth open for him and he lolls his tongue down your throat. you let off a whine, feeling his gloved hands rub against every inch of your body. immediately, he tastes the candied flavor of nanamiâs cum and it makes him groan. he didnât even bat an eyeâyou return the kiss, feeling getoâs hand slither further down towards your ass. he caresses it, giving it a mean spank to make you moan out in ecstasy.
after a while, he pulls away, humming at nanami. âken ken, donât be so shy. you want a taste too?â
âyeah,â he mutters, needy eyes staring at your lips that were lubricated with your own sheeny spit. âcan i?â
you nod, and heâs so gentle with you. a hand nimbly wraps around your throat before he brings you into a deeper kiss. getoâs still for his hands on you, strumming his fingers near your pulled to the side panties. you let off a soft pant, feeling the spiral of nanamiâs tongue go against yours. he tastes sweet â savory even, his flavor was purely mouthwatering. a thumb drags down the passageway of your throat before he pulls away. itâs slow, a polished concoction of saliva departs from each mouth and you whimper. you were throbbing, desperate for more and they both knew that. if thisâ whatever this was was some sort of movie, you never wanted it to end. you never wanted the credits to roll because you felt like you were floating on cloud nine.
with the two of them, you were stretched in every way possible. if you could compare who was bigger, actually you couldnât. throughout multiple positions, you felt as if you were gonna snap in half. they had you so stupid. pink tongue rolled out, full lungs of oxygen departing out such hot breaths of air, you were the definition of stupid.
cockdrunk at its finest. each orgasm that got ruthlessly snatched out of you had your head spinning, heart racing entirely.
you felt like something was creeping up behind your shoulder, chills. whenever youâd coax out yet another teeth-shattering orgasm, all you felt was stone cold chills. time after time, it felt like pure blissâyou thought you were in a whole new world, barely even able to move your thighs an inch. being sandwiched between the two of them, perhaps you were a little greedy but you just couldnât get enough. getoâs degrading you whilst nanamiâs whispering sweet pleasures into your ear, youâve never felt more soaked.
you didnât wanna stopâ
currently, youâre straddling nanami. heâs got two rough hands gripping your waist, intaking every inch of your pretty physique. his stare sends you butterflies, his shaft was underneath you and only then pulls out. with a cute, âphew,â he swipes a sheet of sweat that expands across his forehead. you rode him so good that he couldnât even figure out what to say. he was so flustered, tips of his ears a reddish hot before he watches geto creep behind you. âthink she wants more, suguru.â
âbet she does,â he whispers, bringing a few sweet kisses near the inner corners of your neck.
youâre promptly sat up straight. the brief sounds of booming speakers roar from downstairs as you wrap your arms around nanami. geto licks near your collarbone before purring seductively. âsay, doll. how âbout you try to take us both? would ya like that?â and with a gloved hand he gives your ass a squeeze. âwanna be the final girl ân prove your worth? our final girl?â
without an inkling of hesitationâyou nod, mewling out a sweet, âyes, yes jusâ hurry up, sugu. âm still câŠclose.â
âso wet, so impatient,â he whispers once more, and with two hands he makes you sit up from nanami. you gulpâswallowing whatever sanity you had left, preparing to be quite literally double stuffed with your roommates. you arenât so sure why, but the fact that they both still had on their ghoulish costumes made you pulsate a bit more. getoâs helping you slide back down onto nanamiâs length before slowly making his way into you also. âgod, youâre so hot in here. gonna fuckinâ swallow me whole.â
you moan, everything goes so slowâyour cunt was a ticking time bomb. you clamp down on each before slumping into nanamiâs chest. youâre met with kind eyes, he strokes your forehead before kissing the bridge of your nose, panting in a hushed voice. âeyes on me, princess. just relax.â
you wriggle a bit at the positioningâbeing on nanamiâs lap, geto directly behind you, youâre quite literally being filled in every orifice by thick inches of cock. nanamiâs words were soothing, filling up your tummy with a pool of fluttering butterflies. you keep your eyes on him, clenching down on geto a bit before you hear him hiss in response. âugh. doll open up for me a little m-more, yeah.â
his voice was deepened heavilyâyou let off a cute gasp once theyâre both finally in and a few shaky breaths exit past your lips. âhold my hand, i got you,â nanami coos, and thatâs when geto starts to rock. he had more control between the two of you, the grip on your hips was firm and you let off a sweet babble. each individual entrance was stuffed, you swallow the invisible lump in your throat as you start to feel the sweltering friction of your thighs slap against nanami. âyouâre so pretty like this,â and he kisses the temple of your cheek.
every kiss presented from nanami makes your heart raceâbeing sandwiched between nanami and geto, you really did feel like the main character.
your lip tremors, grinding back and forth between each of them, you feel geto wrap his thick fingers around your neck.
whilst youâre still straddling nanamiâyou moan again and again, feeling a free hand of getoâs spank your ass. the stretch that you continuously felt had your mouth watering. you heard the harmonic pap pap papâs until it rang throughout your ears. âfuck, ya like being stuffed donât you, pretty girl? feel full enough?â geto rasps, pressing his body right up against you. you felt his hot temperature go against your skin. making you feel every amount of his heat. your brainâs swelling up with fog. giving him an inert nod, you hear him click his tongue. âdidnât say to nod your head, doll. i wanna hear that sweet voice.â
whenever geto lowers his voice a bit, you feel the abrupt tension arise between your legs. leaning against nanami, you whine out a, âhngh y-yesss, âm so full, sugu. want more, stuff me more.â
âlet me stuff your mouth too then.â
and before you could come up with a reply, geto removes his gloveâshoving your mouth with two fat digits. he grunts, watching as youâre so compliant with your throat being filled with his fingers. nanami stares at the entire scene in front of him, his dick idly twitching inside of you. your tongue runs down his fingers before your own spit starts to seep down the corners of your lips. it was messyâyou were messy. your hips jitter and judder and you knew with having both holes stuffed you werenât gonna last that much longer. it was probably the dozenth orgasm your pussyâs been introduced with and you could feel the creeping pleasure brew up inside your abdomen.
âsuguru, âm gonna cum.â nanami groans, bringing his own hands to wrap around your waist. you lessen your tense from his touch before gagging a bit from the prodding of getoâs fingers way back into your throat. âsheâs s-squeezing me so good.â
geto snickers, making eye contact with nanami. âare you? âken, youâre more whinier than usual today.â
âshut up.â he grumbles, slapping a hand over his face in embarrassment â nanami wasnât so known to be all flustered and abashed, but whenever he was, it was so cute.
youâve still got a mouthful of getoâs fingers before he pulls them out only to shove them into his own mouth. he hums, sharp hips snapping into you repeatedly as his other free hand tightens its secured grasp around your hip. âmhm,â he groans, feeling himself reaching his peak also. âyou taste like a final girl. so sweet like candy.â
with the piston of getoâs vigorous hips, youâre so loose that you feel the fleeting sensation of your cunt gaping.
its cavernous, you jerk forward against nanami before seconds later â geto groans, abruptly finishing two seconds early. even his moans were pretty, he tugs his fingers out of your mouth to wrap them around your neck. strands of black hair glue to his forehead and he puffs out a single breath. licking a stripe near your neck, he feels thick volumes of his cum ooze into your hole. itâs so sticky, you bring your hips to a slowing halt before nanami shoots inside you too.
âf-fuck, sugu,â nanami grunts, feeling his thighs stick underneath you. he was panting heavily, each breath that ran from his lips sounding more and more wearied. âdamn, so m-much.â
everything spurts into you at once. they mirror each other inside of you perfectly. callused stubby fingertips of getoâs squeeze your neck softly, watching as youâre just being filled with bulky strings of cum, it floods your cunt until it drizzles further into your womb. youâre drooling, it feels so hot, sweltering hot. it sticks against your entrance before your arms wrap around nanami. âso f-full,â you whimper, and he returns the gesture by brushing his thumb against your waist. droopy eyes hang low before nanami pulls you into another deep kiss. you decidedâthis was far better than some dumb party. the cottony fabric of the ghostface robe pricks against your skin as you lean into his heinous touch.
you shift your weight against nanamiâs lap, feeling geto pull out before he leans down between your legs. âspread your legs,â he mutters, and in the midst of your tongue roaming down nanamiâs throat, you part your thighsâgasping once you feel getoâs own tongue lap against the freshly created mess. he makes little tiny licks, tasting the ropes of crisp cum thatâs sloppily easing out of every entranceâyou pulsate before he chortles, warm breath ventilating against your sobbing pussy. âso messy. donât want any spillinâ out. gotta push it back in.â
youâre moaning, after a while you break away from nanamiâs lips before he strokes your cheek lovingly, a cute drowsy look before he huffs, âdid you hear me, pretty?â and he gently pokes your cheek. âyou always do this..â
confusion hits you before your eyes suddenly openâyou jolt up, both of your roommates beside you, gawking at you with a look of deadpan. youâre leaning against geto, the third movie of scream playing in the backgroundâit was near the ending where the killer was being revealed. you sit up, staring down at your legs and you were fully clothedâthere was no geto eating between your legs, no being stuffed with nanami, nothing.
âhellooo, earth to roomie,â geto waves his hand in your face, you stare at him before furrowing your brows. âyou okay? you fell asleep on me again. whatâs got ya so spooked? looks like ya seen a ghost.â
so it was a dream?
a mere glimpse of your lewd imaginationâ?
you have a sudden sheepish look, running your fingers near the nape of your neck. âhuh. oh, iâm fine. i thought the movie would be over by now.â
nanami rubs your back. âwe still have like twenty minutes left,â and then he looks at you with a concerned look. so gentleâso tender. âare you sure youâre okay? we can watch a rom-com if you want.â
âiâm okay,â you insist, slumping your head back against geto.
that was weird, out of all the dreams youâve had throughout your lifeânone of them ever felt as surreal as that one. for some reason, you were still aroused though. you were a bit out of breath and felt chills run all over your body.
abruptly, your phone rings,
âsugu, can you pass me my phone?â you sigh, trying to relax. you were pretty bummed you werenât at that party getting stuffed with your two roommates but insteadâin your generic dorm watching a scary movie.
he hands you the phone, grabbing the remote to turn it down a few notches.
once you take it, succinctly, your eyes scan across the screenâit reads that itâs from an unknown number. not really thinking much, you decide to answer, swiping the green button to answer. âum, hello?â
âhello.â
âhi,â you rub your eyes. âcan i help y-â
âwhatâs your favorite scary movie?â
rolling your eyes, you peer at your two roommates beside you, nudging them and peeling the phone away from your ear for a moment. âvery funny, suguru.â
geto gives you a look of confusion and nanami mimics the same. he shrugs, averting his eyes back toward the movie. âvery funny what.â
and suddenly youâre laid back, an unbelieving expression was expressed on your face as you were left with a weird feeling. if it wasnât them then whoâ
that same chill eerily creeps up your spine before you put the phone back near your ear. itâs that same low voice you heard from before, each word it speaks pitches deeper before you grow quiet at its final haunting response,
âoh baby, iâm not suguru or nanami..â
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None of the Parenting 101 books that your husband, Toji, read during your pregnancy could've prepared him for the unmatched curiosity of your now four year old son, Megumi.
"Daddy," said Megumi, while sitting on Toji's lap, "what do you do for work?"
"Sticking your nose into other people's business, now, are you?" he joked. "Why do you want to know, kid?"
"'Cause I wan' know." Yup, preschoolers could be as sassy as ever.
"Cheeky little thing," Toji said, giving his son's chubby cheek a playful little pinch.
"Daaaaad, just tell me already."
Toji hesitated for a bit, before complying. "I get rid . . . of peopleâ"
"That are bad!?" an overly eager Megumi asked, his eyes shining. Honestly, for someone his age, he should not be excited by the idea of his dad killing people, but he had some ideals different from others. Courtesy of his innocence.
"Sure."
You giggled quietly to yourself from your seat on the living room couch as you watched the whole situation unfold; your son, jumping up and down, and your husband, looking as bored as he always did.
"So you're like a superhero!"
Toji grinned at his son, ruffling his sea urchin-like hair. "Nah, not quite."
Confused, Megumi asked, "But you're strong. . ? So that means you're Superman!"
"Nope."
"Batman! Because he always wears black and is super duper scary."
"Not even close, buddy."
Laughing, you couldn't help the comment that escaped your lips, "Wish you were as rich as him, though."
Toji deadpanned, "You married me."
"I'm not complaining, am I?" you teased, pressing a chaste kiss to Toji's temple. Just as you were about to back away, you let out a high pitched squeal as he pulled you back for a real kiss.
Unlike most kids, who would say "Yuck", Megumi, beaming at the both of his parents, giggled innocently. "Mommy should marry Batman! Because he is rich, and makes the bad people go bye-bye!"
#i like writing little megumi as a bubbly kid#<- (when surrounded by ppl he's comfortable with)#but i also want to try writing a shy megumi . . .#toji x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you#toji fluff#megumi fluff#toji x you#toji fushiguro x reader#em writes ËËË
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Iâll Cry If I Want To
Pairing: enemies to lovers!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Synopsis: you get stood up on your birthday and Peter attempts to cheer you up despite your feud
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Peter walked into the kitchen in the tower and was immediately greeted by a confetti popper exploding in his face followed by a tender kiss on the forehead from Tony.
âOh, my. Good morning to me.â Peter smiled at the greeting.
âDamn it, Parker.â Tony groaned. âI thought you were my little girl.â
âDonât feel bad, daddy. A lot of people confuse Peter for a little girl.â You said as you walked into the kitchen behind Peter. The two of you made eye contact and you gave him an innocent smile while he rolled his eyes at you.
âHa ha.â He said sarcastically and then hissed at you like a cat. You gave him a look as you walked over to your dad.
âHappy birthday, baby girl.â Tony said and pulled you into a long hug.
âThank you, daddy.â You smiled and hugged him back.
âThank you, daddy.â Peter said in a high pitched voice to mock you. You and Tony looked at him and he quickly cleared his throat.
âSorry. What I meant to say was, happy birthday. I didnât know that was today. I mean, Iâd been wondering why you looked so old but I assumed it was from your lack of sunscreen use.â
âNice try. I wear sunscreen everyday.â You replied.
âReally?â He gasped. âMight want to up that SPF a few. You look like a crumbled piece of paper and not in a fun Taylor Swift way.â
âDonât talk to me about skincare, Rudolf.â You snapped and tapped your nose twice to point out the zit on the tip of Peter nose. He covered it with his hand and narrowed his eyes at you.
âChildren, please. No fighting. It stops my moisturizer from sinking in.â Tony sighed and rubbed circles into his skin.
âSorry, daddy. I just wanted to make sure Peter knew about the giant pimple on his nose in case he was going to see anyone today.â You said as you smiled sweetly at Peter. He discreetly flipped you off by scratching his cheek with his middle finger.
âAny plans for the night, jelly bean?â Tony asked you.
âNothing crazy. My friends are coming over later for a sleepover.â
âOh God. Is this gonna be one of those crazy parties where you all get drunk and things get out of hand and you accidentally kill someone and have to dispose of the body together while hijixs ensues?â Peter. whined.
âNo, because this isnât one of the pornos you watch.â You scoffed.
âPfft. That is not what I watch.â He insisted. âWhere would I even find something like that? What would I even type? Iâm open to suggestions.â
âShut up.â You laughed. âYouâre such a weirdo. And donât be hanging around when my friends are here. I already told them youâre a pervert and on the FBI watch list so you donât have a chance with any of them.â
âI donât want to date your freakbob friends anyway.â He scoffed. âAnd to keep it down tonight, will you? I already wake up the birds chirping every morning. I donât want to hear you birds all night too.â
âI actually came up with a solution for that. What if you killed yourself?â You asked through a smile.
âThatâs a great idea. I might give that a whirl today if Iâm not busy.â He replied and matched your smile.
âYou? Busy?â You laughed. âPlease. Busy doing what?â
âPeter and I are gonna be in the lab doing boring stuff with the suits. Adjustments, additions, and what have you.â Tony answered you.
âOh. Okay. Do you need any help?â You asked.
âI wouldnât ask you to do that on your birthday, baby girl. Peters got it.â Tony replied, making your smile falter a little.
âYeah. Iâve got it.â Peter boasted and gave you a smug look. You glared at him for a moment before looking back at your dad.
âIâll catch you later for some cake, okay honey bun?â Tony told you before kissing your forehead.
âOkay. Bye. Have fun.â You smiled sadly as he left the room.
âYou look greasy, by the way.â Peter said once you were alone.
âLike I care what you think. Even your hairline wonât stay with you.â You scoffed and nodded towards his forehead.
âItâs not actually receding, is it?â He asked and touched his hair.
âMaybe your forehead is just getting bigger.â You shrugged and popped a grape in your mouth from the bowl on the table.
âBite me.â He replied and stopped touching his hair.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â You chuckled. âIsnât that how you got your powers, spider boy?â
âYup. What do you think would happen if you bite me? Would I be able to a do anything a total bitch can?â He wondered, making you pelt a grape at him. He caught it with ease and popped it into his mouth.
âWatch your mouth before I bring out the peppermint essential oils again.â You warned him.
âYou wouldnât.â He said quietly.
âTry me.â You shrugged. You stared at each other across the kitchen for a moment before Peter gave up.
âYou win. Hereâs your card. Happy birthday, gaylord.â He said as he handed you a homemade birthday card from his jeans pocket before quickly running out of the room. You rolled your eyes at him but smiled once he was gone and read the card. As annoying as you normally found him, you appreciated that he remembered your birthday. Inside the card was a crude drawing of the two of you fighting next to a drawing of a gift card to Planet Fitness.
Peter strolled into your bedroom around 10 pm when he had grown curious as to why your friends werenât there yet. It was getting kind of late and you had listed many activities that you had planned to do while Peter begrudgingly listened to you talk earlier in the day. You were still in your room by yourself so he went in and knocked on your door to see what was happening.
âHey dingus. When are your dumb friends getting here? I need to know when I should jam my ears with scissors.â Peter said as he leaned against your doorway. You were sitting on your bed with your knees draw to your chest and your chin resting on top of them as you stared out the window.
âDo that anyway.â You mumbled and didnât move from your position.
âIâm going to. I canât listen to you all yap about when Reputation TV is coming all night. And your friend Stacyâs theories are always way off.â He continued. You still didnât turn to look at him and his smirk dropped when he heard a sniffle. He frowned and took a step into your room.
âHello? I knew you were dumb but did you forget how to turn your neck or something?â He said to try to make you laugh. You stayed still and he craned his neck to try to see your face.
âSeriously though, when are they coming?â
âTheyâre not coming.â You said finally in a horse voice.
âWhy? What happened? Did they finally realize youâre an annoying brat whose only redeeming quality is access to daddyâs credit card?â Peter teased in another attempt to make you laugh.
âSomething like that.â You mumbled. Peter frowned and finally realized that something was actually wrong. He sat down on your bed and reached his hand out.
âWhats going on? Are you okay?â He asked in a soft voice.
âJust go away.â You said sadly and wiped tears from your face. Peter shot a web at a tissue box on your dresser and pulled it over.
âIâm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened.â He said and handed you a tissue. You gave him a skeptical look and he held up one hand in defense while waving the tissue in the other like a white flag. You sighed and took the tissue before wiping your eyes.
âThey found out it wasnât a yacht party or at some fancy restaurant or some elitist club in Tribeca so they all cancelled.â You said as you nervously ripped the tissue up in your hands.
âThey cancelled? Why?â
âBecause no one wants to come to my party. They want to come to a Stark Industries party with puppies in the gift bags and acrobats suspended from the ceiling and Avengers walking around like party clowns. Just hanging out with me wasnât cool enough so they all bailed.â You sniffled and turned back to look out the window. Peter raised his hand to place it on your shoulder but then drew it back. He didnât know if he was who youâd want to comfort you and he didnât want to push it.
âIâm sorry.â He said instead.
âLike you care.â You laughed sadly and held your knees tighter to your chest.
âI do care.â He insisted. âAnd Iâm very sorry this happened to you tonight.â
âNo youâre not.â You scoffed. âYouâre probably thrilled to see me like this. This is probably the greatest moment of your dumb life.â
âItâs not.â He said quietly. You finally whipped around to look at Peter and he saw the pain in your red eyes.
âItâs not? Look at me, Peter. Iâm pathetic. Iâm alone on my birthday because I wasnât good enough for anyone to hang out with.â You exclaimed. Peter went quiet as you slowly caught your breath. You teased each other all the time but youâd never actually yelled at him before. You wiped your eyes with the tissue before staring at your hands.
âYou were right.â You said quietly. âI am just a spoiled brat who people only like because of my connections. And Iâm sure youâre anxiously waiting for me to shut up so you can say âI told you soâ and prove to me once again that Iâm always wrong.â
You and Peter sat in silence for a minute without looking at each other. Peter felt guilty that you were expecting him to kick you while you were down. You were feeling your own guilt for snapping at him when he was trying to be nice.
âIâm not gonna say that.â He said after a beat.
âItâs fine. Iâm fine. Just go away.â You said miserably and turned back to the window. Peter opened his mouth to say something but shut it when he couldnât find the words. He patted your shoulder twice before getting up and leaving your room. You turned to look at the door once he was gone and felt yourself missing his presence. You turned back to the window and stared out at the night sky through your teary eyes and let time pass.
After a while, you started to smell something. You sniffed the air until you recognized it as the scent of a something burning. Out of sheer curiosity, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and padded into the kitchen. You found Peter in the kitchen with a lace trimmed pink apron tied around his waist and flour smeared on his cheek. You smiled in surprise and leaned against the wall to watch him for a minute. He was humming to himself a song you didnât recognize while scrapping a burnt black lump of something into the trash can. When he finally turned around, he jumped when he saw you.
âJesus. You scared me. But I guess I shouldâve known the smell of something baking would have your big back running to the kitchen like I hit the bat signal.â
âShut up.â You chuckled. âWhat are you doing in here?â
âWell, your parents went to a movie since they thought your friends would be here. That means no ones home.â Peter began.
âAnd?â You asked.
âAnd so I thought we could fulfill a lifelong fantasy of mine and making sweet love to you on the kitchen counter.â He smiled suavely and raised his eyebrows at you.
âExcuse me?â Your jaw dropped as he drummed his fingertips on the counter.
âIâm joking. Iâm clearly baking a bake. Or, I tried. I guess 500 degrees was too hot.â He said and looked at the burnt cake in the trash.
âYeah, thatâs a few hundred above what it should be. But why are you baking? We have a chef for that.â
âBecause itâs your birthday you miserable bitch. And everyone deserves a cake baked with love. Now do you prefer chocolate or vanilla frosting on your burnt cake?â He asked and held up two cans of frosting. You looked between the two before your eyes settled on him. You hugged your blanket tighter around yourself and shook your head.
âI donât want your pity.â You said quietly.
âYou donât have it so shut up and grab a spatula before I rescind your choice in the matter and funfetti the fuck out of this cake.â He replied and held out a spatula. You stared at it and felt compelled to take it and join him, but you were still throwing yourself a pity party.
âNo.â
âNo? Look, Iâm trying to cheer your dumb ass up so can you please work with me here?â Peter sighed and looked at you. You stared at him for a while before cracking the slightest smile. He noticed the smile and knew he had succeeded in his plan to cheer you up.
âFine. But Iâm not eating that. Thatâs what Santa puts in the bad kids stockings. Weâll make a new one. But Iâm not touching raw eggs.â You told him and grabbed your dadâs matching pink apron from the drawer.
âI wouldnât expect you to, Princess.â Peter mumbled under his breath. You glared at him through your lashes as you threw some flour and sugar into a bowl. Peter went to put the butter in but you pushed his hand away.
âIt canât be cold butter or it wonât mix properly. It has to be room temperature.â You explained as you filled a measuring cup with water.
âOh. Letâs pop it in the microwave then.â
âWe canât do that either. Then the hot butter will scramble the eggs. Do you want little egg bits in your cake?â You asked him as you microwaved the cup of water for a minute.
âMaybe just a little.â Peter replied as he watched you put the butter into a small bowl and then place the bowl on top of the microwaved water.
âThere. This will soften the butter without making it hot enough to scramble the eggs.â You explained. He looked between your little invention and you for a minute before smiling.
âWow. That was really smart.â He said genuinely. âWomen really do belong in the kitchen.â
âShut up.â You rolled your eyes as you set the temperature to the correct heat on the oven. Peter couldnât help but watch you over his shoulder as you combined the rest of the dry ingredients and expertly cracked an egg in one hand. He rarely got to see you like this, no makeup and in lounge clothes. And he definitely never saw you upset before. He was used to the perfectly groomed and standoffish version of yourself so this change of pace brought him unexpected joy.
âMove over. Thatâs not how you mix batter. You need to fold it.â You told him and reminded him of the you he knew. You bumped him with your hip and put your hands over his to help him fold the batter.
âLike laundry?â He asked as his cheeks heated up.
âLike you know what laundry is, Pigpen. And no. A different folding. Like this.â You said and helped him mix the batter until it was the desired consistency.
âOh wow. That worked really well. I usually just go sicko mode until it turns into goop.â He confessed.
âAnd how does that work out for you?â You asked him.
âLook in the trash and youâll find out.â Peter replied and eyed the burnt cake in the garbage can. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and kept helping him fold the batter. Everytime he tried to stir the batter, you gently corrected his hands to fold it instead.
âWhy donât you just do it?â He asked when he started getting frustrated with himself.
âBecause you wonât learn if I do it.â You replied in a softer tone. Peter went quiet since you were being unexpectedly nice to him. You let the batter sit for minute once you were satisfied and then poured in into a cake pan.
âThere. Thats gonna take about 30 minutes to bake and then it needs to cool before we frost it.â You told him as you shut the oven door.
âOh, so we have 30 minutes? Then circling back to that making love on the counter idea-â
âShut it.â You warned him. Peter pretended to zipper his lips and throw away the key. You cracked a smile before starting to clean up the kitchen. Peter wordlessly helped you tidy up and you exchanged a soft smile with each other in the silence of the kitchen.
âWhat was your worst birthday?â You asked after a long beat of silence.
âAre you talking to me?â Peter asked after looking around.
âPeter, weâre the only ones in the room.â
âSorry. Itâs not like youâve ever asked me a personal question before. Itâs usually âare you stupid?â or âcan you go away?â or âdo you need a tampon cry baby?â He recalled, making you feel bad for always being so mean to him.
âOh. Sorry about that.â You said quietly. âI sound a lot meaner than I thought I was.â
âIâm mean too.â Peter shrugged.
âYou tease me.â You shook your head. âIâm just cruel.â
âI think we are an equal amount of mean to each other. Donât let it keep you up at night. Iâm sure your chronic yeast infections do that enough.â Peter tried to lighten the mood, but you didnât crack a smile. You seemed faraway in thought and he was curious as to why.
âDo you think Iâm hard to be around?â You asked after a minute. Peter was about to crack another joke until he saw the look on your face. He could tell you needed a friend right now and was filled with determination to be one.
âNo. I think those girls you called your âfriendsâ are hard to be around.â He said seriously. âIâve seen you with them. Theyâre the mean ones. Them bailing tonight has nothing to do with you. Theyâre a bunch of shallow jerks who only care about the material things in life. They donât care about having deep connections with people. They only care about deep pockets on people. I know this isnât the first time theyâve ditched you. And I know you feel alone even when they are here because youâre never fully included. You think no one notices because you tell stories about your charming adventures together but I see it in your eyes. They make you feel like an afterthought. You act tough and pretend it doesnât bother you but I know that it does. You shouldnât hang out with them anymore.â
âThen who am I going to hang out with?â You shrugged sadly. âWithout them, I donât have any friends.â
âSitting alone is better than sitting at a table where youâre the topic of conversation when you get up.â Peter said simply. You stared at him for a moment before your eyes fell to the floor.
âI just donât want to be alone.â You said quietly. Peter nodded his head in understanding and let a silence fall between the two of for a while. He was going to say that you wouldnât be alone because youâd have him, but he didnât know if you wanted to hear that.
âCan I ask you something?â He asked.
âNo.â You said immediately. You made eye contact and you let out a sigh.
âOkay. Go ahead.â
âWhy donât you like me?â He asked without looking into our eyes. You saw that coming and stared at him to try and get a sense of what was going on in his head. He slowly looked back up at you and gave you a weak smile.
âDo you remember that time the power went out in the city due to that Max guy or whatever and we all lit candles and hung out in the tower?â
âUh oh.â Peter gulped. âYou answered my question with another question. That canât be good.â
âShut up. Do you remember or not?â You asked and gently kicked his foot with your foot.
âI remember that.â He told you and held your gaze.
âYou were new around here. You had just gotten your powers that year so I didnât really know you yet. I had gone to look for more candles and found you crying on the floor of the linen closet.
âI remember that.â He nodded. âIt was all so overwhelming to be here with the whole team. I had never felt so small.â
âI know. I told you I felt like that too sometimes. And then we stayed up for hours talking about every stupid thing we ever worried about and gave each other advice. I think at one point I gave you advice on how much conditioner to use.â You said as you replayed the night in your memory. You had a look on your face that Peter had never seen on you before. It was natural and relaxed and playful, all things he knew to be the opposite of you. It was so rare that the two of you were getting along and he didnât want to do anything to ruin in.
âA dime sized amount and not on the roots. I still use that advice.â He chuckled. âYou were so nice to me that night. You came in and pretended I wasnât crying so that I wouldnât be embarrassed. You just sat down with me and started talking ad if weâd always been friends. You quieted all my fears that night. I was initially so embarrassed about it but then I felt a lot better knowing someone had my back no matter how bad I messed up.â
âI always had your back.â You insisted. âEven when I was mean to you. If you were in trouble with my dad, I was always here talking him down and trying to get him to see your side. He sees you through the lense of his child that he doesnât want hurt but Iâve always seen you as a hero who wants to help. I even got him to give you the suit back when you were 15. And it was my idea to put the warmers in because you told me youâre always cold.â
âReally? You were rooting for me this whole time?â He cracked a smile in surprise.
âYeah.â You shrugged. âAlways.â
âThen how come you act likeâŠâ Peter trailed off in fear of insulting you.
âLike what?â You asked, sounding like you already knew what was coming.
âLike you hate me.â He admitted. You felt your face burn in embarrassment and shook your head.
âI donât hate you.â You said sheepishly.
âYou donât?â He asked in genuine surprise. You looked at him and he could see the guilt in your eyes even in the dim light of the kitchen.
âNo. I donât. I never did.â
âThen how come we donât get along anymore?â He asked. He had only gone along with all the teasing since you began it, but he had always wondered why it started.
âOne of the things we had talked about that night was how my one regret about being homeschooled was never getting to experience a prom. I told you had dreamed of it since I was a little girl and it broke my heart to know Iâd never have one. So then you saidâŠâ You trailed off, thinking heâd remember what he told you. His face showed no sign of remembering it but he racked his brain anyway.
âI said what?â He asked, breaking your heart just a little more.
âYou promised to take me. To yours.â You told him. You and Peter stood in silence for a moment before he burst out laughing. Your sadness immediately hardened into anger at the sound of him laughing at you.
âWait, youâve been pissy towards me for the last few years because I broke a promise I made at 15 years old and didnât take you to a stupid school dance?â Peter asked through a laugh. You glared at him for his reaction and he immediately stopped when he noticed you werenât laughing too.
âOh. Weâre not laughing?â He asked.
âWhy is that funny to you?â You snapped. Peter saw the moment slipping away from him and started to panic.
âWell I was- I was a kid.â He said simply. âI had a huge crush on this girl Liz and we were finally becoming friends so I asked her and she said yes. That was years after I promised you that. Iâm sorry but I didnât remember.â
Peter thought you were going to yell at him and hurl a parade of insults his way, but you just nodded your head and looked down at the ground.
âYouâre right. We were just kids. Forget I said anything.â You mumbled and started walking towards the door to leave. Peter knew he had messed up big time and possibly just killed any and all chances of the two of you becoming friends.
âWait.â He said desperately just as the kitchen timer went off. You stopped walking and watched him haphazardly take the cake out of the oven and throw it in the stove top as he blew on it.
âYou should stay. We have to frost it.â He said with a weak smile and an even weaker attempt for you for stay.
âYou canât frost it while itâs hot. Itâll slip right off.â You said without looking at him.
âOh. I didnât know that. Well then do you want to talk some more or-â
âI have to go.â You cut him off and swiftly left the kitchen.
You went back to your room to resume the pouting you had started earlier. You felt guilty about walking out on Peter but it had hurt you to know that a promise that had meant a lot to you didnât even stay in his memory. You stared out the window and sulked as you thought yourself into a deep rut. It didnât take long for Peter to start making noise in the kitchen, interrupting your thought spiral. You heard things falling out of cabinets followed by Peter swearing. He bumbled around for a while and slowly drove you crazy with all the noise he was making until you couldnât take it anymore. Just when you were about to text him and tell him the knock it off, you heard the dulcet sounds of âThe Dancing Queenâ coming from downstairs. You groaned in frustration and got out of bed to go downstairs and see what was happening.
When you got to the living room, Peter was standing there in one of your dadâs suits that hugged him a little too tightly around his muscles. The room looked like it had been decorated by a child with poorly hung streamers, ripped up construction paper to act as confetti, and bunches of webs that Peter had tried to shape into stars and moons. He had dimmed the lights and put a single bowl of chips on the counter, which he proudly stood beside.
âWhat the hell is this?â You asked him.
âWill you go to prom with me?â He asked with a huge smile.
âNo.â You said immediately. âPlease kill yourself.â
âI will.â He promised. âAfter one dance.â
âIâm not dancing with you. Iâm not doing any of this.â You told him and turned to leave. You heard a âpstâ right before feeling a web hit your back. Before you knew it, Peter tugged on the web and sent you stumbling back into Peterâs arms. He caught you with ease and winked when you landed in his arms. You rolled your eyes at him but felt a smile tugged at your lips.
âPlease? Just one dance? Then Iâll let you go and hate me for the rest of your life.â He pleaded as he stared into your eyes. He looked so desperate that you found yourself nodding before you knew what you were agreeing to. He smiled in excitement and twirled you around before slowly swaying to the beat. You begrudgingly sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck while his stayed in a respectable place on your hips. You could feel his eyes on you but you kept yours on the ceiling.
âYou can look at me, you know.â He teased, making you begrudgingly look him in the eyes.
âOh. I almost forgot.â He smiled and pulled something out of his pocket. You looked down and saw a few poorly drawn flowers webbed to a rubber band.
âYour corsage, my lady.â He said as he slipped it onto your wrist.
âThis is so stupid.â You laughed but secretly loved the thought he put into everything.
âItâs about to get even more stupid. Wait here.â He asked and quickly ran into the kitchen. He returned with one of Morganâs plastic tiaras with a big fake gem in the center.
âEvery prom needs its queen.â He said as he placed the crown on your head. You made eye contact as he stepped forward to adjust it and you felt your breath catch in your throat from how close he was.
âYou didnât have to do this.â You said quietly.
âYes I did. I owed you a prom experience. Iâm sorry I didnât take you the first time. And Iâm sorry for laughing at you. You just caught me off guard. I have spent many nights thinking of all the things I could have done to make you hate me. I genuinely forgot about that promise. I had no idea this entire time that you hated me because of prom.â He said as the two of you started swaying to the music again. You felt a feeling rise up in your chest, a feeling you hadnât felt for Peter in many years.
âIt wasnât just the prom.â You admitted before you could think about it.
âIt wasnât? What else did I do? Did I hotbox the elevator with you in it or something?â He asked. âI did that to Wanda once and now sheâll show up in my dreams sometimes and make me pee the bed.â
âThatâs disgusting.â You said flatly. âBut no. It wasnât that.â
âThen what?â He wondered.
âItâs stupid. Youâll just laugh again.â
âNo I wonât.â He assured you. âProbably. Iâll definitely try really hard not to.
âCome on. Please tell me.â He pleaded and gave your hip a gentle squeeze. âYou have to tell me now or Iâll become so annoying so quickly. Iâll be worse than those people who try to describe SNL skits to you and keep explaining even when itâs clearly only funny if youâre watching it.â
âI canât tell you. Itâs dumb anyway. Forget I said anything.â You said and hoped heâd drop it.
âIt canât be that dumb if it stood between us all these years. What, did you have a crush on me or something?â He laughed through his question. You went quiet and Peters eyes went wide.
âOh shit. Did you have a crush on me?â He asked in a soft voice. You looked down at the ground to avoid having to look him in the eyes now that you were caught.
âI donât know.â You sighed. âYou were my age and had these cool powers and muscles and unexpected sense of humor. I was homeschooled and had swiped to the end of Tinder. You were my only option.â
âOh. I see. So you only liked me because I was the only choice?â He said through a laugh but it hurt him. You could sense in his voice that you had just hurt his feelings and for once, that wasnât what you wanted.
âI mean, not the only choice.â You added. âCap used to hang around a lot more and heâs not the worst looking. But heâs like 500 so I never really had a chance.â
âWhy me, then?â He wondered. You finally looked in to his eyes and shrugged a little.
âBecause you were kind.â You admitted. âYou didnât need to take on as much as what you did at such a young age but you refused to do the easy stuff. You used to drive my dad crazy with how for you begged for assignments. You were so determined to get out there and save people, it was almost obnoxious. You were never content getting back stolen bikes. You always wanted to protect people from the big things. Even when you were just a kid. I liked that about you. I still do.â
âStill?â He gulped. âEven now?â
Before you could respond, the slow music that was playing ended and âMunchâ started to blast from Peter phone. He scrambled to change the song but the moment had already been ruined.
âSorry about that. I donât know who put that on my playlist.â He quickly lied.
âIt was you.â
âIt was me, yeah.â He admitted and hung his head in shame. You stopped dancing and slowly withdrew your arms from him, making his heart sink.
âThis was really sweet. Thank you, Peter.â You said genuinely. âI should probably get to bed now. I just want this day to end.â
âBut we havenât frosted the cake yet. Itâs still your birthday. You canât go to bed without any cake.â He said in a desperate attempt to get you to stay.
âI donât know. Itâs late.â
âCome on. Itâll be fast. Thatâs one of my powers. Spider can frost cake really fast and so can I.â He said and rushed over to the cake. He held it up and gave you a lopsided smile, convincing you to stay.
âFine. Letâs make it fast.â You agreed and walked over to him. He smiled at you joining him and got out the frosting. He handed you a spatula and you started to frost the cake.
âYou donât have to keep wearing that if you donât want.â Peter chuckled and went to take your crown off. You quickly swatted his hand and adjusted your crown.
âBack off. Itâs mine.â You said and stepped away from him. He chuckled again and you laughed too.
âI really do appreciate everything you did for me tonight. I hope I can make it up to you one day.â You told him.
âYou can make it up to me right now if we clear off this counter top and-â
âNo.â You cut him off.
âWorth a try.â He mumbled.
âReally, though. You cheered me up tonight and I didnât think that was possible.â
âIn a way, Iâm glad your stupid friends cancelled on you. It gave us an opportunity to spend time together. And this was the least I could do for not taking you to my real prom. Which was total buns, by the way. I missed most of it because I was putting my dates dad in jail.â
âWell Iâm glad that didnât happen tonight.â You laughed softly.
âMe either. I wish I took you to the first one. We could have been friends this whole time if I had just remembered my promise.â He sighed.
âItâs fine. It was a long time ago. Iâm done moping about it. Iâm ready to eat this cake and be friends from now on.â
âIâm ready for that too.â He smiled at you. âEspecially the part about us being friends. But also for this cake because itâs kinda giving me a boner from how good it smells.â
âIt does smell really good. I canât even blame your boner. But if that thing even looks at me youâre getting impromptu gender reassignment surgery with this spatula.â
âOuch.â He chuckled and looked over at you. He didnât stop looking at you until you felt his eyes on you.
âWhat?â You laughed shyly.
âI canât believe you ever liked me. And that this whole time, I had no idea. I am so not cool enough for a girl like you to like.â
âYeah, well. It wasnât like I dropped any hints.â
âMaybe not. It just doesnât feel real. I wouldnât believe it even if you werenât always mean to me. You reciprocating my feelings was not something I ever thought would happen.â
âReciprocating? You liked me too?â You asked as your mouth went dry.
âAre you kidding? Youâre my mentors insanely hot and totally off limits daughter. Of course I liked you. Not to mention youâre funny, smart, good with a screwdriver and the apparently my biggest supporter. Though you did it in secret. Make no mistake, birthday girl. I had the biggest crush on you for years. Even when you were being mean to me.â
âOh. I didnât know.â You said quietly. You had your back to him as you washed your hands but you could feel his eyes on you. You peaked over your shoulder and sure enough, Peterâs eyes were locked on you. You gulped and turned back around when you heard him walking over to you.
âYou know, as mean as your insults were, they were always clever. And you always looked good saying them. How could I not fall for you?â He said as he came up behind you. He was close enough that you could smell his cologne, along with a scent that was just distinctly Peter, making your heart pound in your ears. You turned around and leaned against the counter as you looked into his eyes.
âWell how do you feel now?â You asked with unwavering eye contact.
âI feel like those feelings never left.â He admitted. You had never heard such confidence in his voice and it was just the thing to tip the scales back in his favor.
âHm. Interesting.â You shrugged and turned back around. It was almost like you could hear the disappointment in the air once you had your back to him again. You decided not to torture him forever and give in to what you both wanted.
âPeter?â You asked and looked over your shoulder at him.
âYeah?â
âClear the countertop.â
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hotch's sister x spencer where hotch notices she's wearing spencer's clothes?
âYou and Spencer get one another in trouble with your older brother. fem!reader, 1k
Your brother, though youâre adopted, has passed down onto you many things. Mostly his frown, but more embarrassingly his high-pitched giggle when something is startlingly funny.Â
You laugh like a hyena at something Spencerâs said. He tries to grab you before you walk straight into his desk corner, but heâs too slow. You whack your hip and laugh again, this time in pain, bending over to grab at your wound in defeat.Â
âOh my god,â he says, trying not to laugh loudly, his efforts turning his own laugh into a giggle like yours as he bends down to see you, âare you okay?â He laughs so much he can barely ask. âAre you okay?âÂ
âIâm fine,â you squeeze between a laugh, letting him pull you into a standing position.Â
âWhat is it?â he asks, grabbing your hip, which worsens your laughter all over again. âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre super handsy, Dr. Reid.âÂ
A sharp clearing of the throat echoes. You tense up, begging Spencer mentally not to give you away, but his hand practically flies back into his chest like youâve burned him.Â
You turn to the office. âHi, Aaron.âÂ
Aaron Hotchner stands at the balcony overlooking the bullpen where you and Spencer stand. âHoney. Just give me two minutes and Iâll come down, okay?âÂ
You give a big smile. âYes, sir.âÂ
His eyes move to Spencer. You watch Aaron decide to leave it alone and canât help laughing for the hundredth time today as your brother turns around to head back into his office.
âHeâs ridiculous.âÂ
âHeâs gonna fire me,â Spencer says, though he doesnât sound serious.Â
âAnd then you can come work with me.âÂ
Spencer doesnât want to work at your new job, that much is clear from his expression, but he has enough social wits to realise youâre flirting. âThat wouldnât be the worst thing in the world,â he says.
Spencer leans back against his desk, hair curled just under his ears, his hand reaching for you though he doesnât touch. You sit down in his seat, the backs of your thighs sticking to warm leather. You arenât working today, hence your social visit, and Spencer had distracted you on the way to Aaronâs office (through no fault of his own, youâd just wanted to see him again) with a shy wave. Like you hadnât spent yesterday night together walking through fountains.Â
You didnât mean to fall in. Spencer helped you up onto the round basin of the fountain and youâd held hands, walking in circles so heâd have an excuse to keep rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. Seconds turned to minutes, the conversation unhurried, and one wrong move had you slipping. You fell calf deep into cold water, but his laughter had been worth it.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asks.Â
You cross one leg over the other, your jean leg riding up your shin. âIâm thinking about what Aaronâs gonna buy me for lunch.âÂ
âWhat do you want?â
âI have no idea. Itâs so hot out I barely wanna eat.âÂ
âWell, too bad, you have to.â He picks up a file from his outgoings and fans it at you nicely. When he talks again, his voice is lowered. âI was thinking, if youâre not busy, they have a movie playing in a couple of days at the independent, I think itâs in Portuguese, and I really think youâd like it.âÂ
âYeah?â you ask, lavishing in the cold kiss of his manufactured breeze and the idea of another date.Â
âAbout a little girl that turns into a star. They have popcorn bigger than anywhere else Iâve seen, too. Enough for three people in one bucket.âÂ
You try not to act too shy. âWell, hopefully itâs just me and you.âÂ
Spencer smiles at you between waves of his fan. âIs your hip okay?â he asks.Â
âSpencer.âÂ
âAre you ready?â Aaron asks.Â
You spin in Spencerâs chair toward your brother, shocked heâs there. Heâs been funny since you and Spencer met, never controlling or cruel, yet clearly having a tough time coming to grips with the connection youâve formed with his smartest employee.Â
When you told him Spencer had given you his number, his eye twitched ever so slightly, and he excused himself for a glass of water. Youâre not sure what is about the situation that irks him: he loves you, he loves Spencer in his way, heâd do anything for both of you, except acknowledge your burgeoning relationship.Â
You nod but donât stand. Your hip aches weirdly and the sitting is nice. Plus, itâs a sisterly duty to wind up her brother, even if you love him more than anybody on planet earth.Â
âSpencer was just telling me about your accident in Scottsdale.âÂ
âHe was,â Hotch says. He looks at you, and his eyes follow down the line of your leg to your shoes, where they stay.Â
You glance down.Â
âIâm trying something new,â you say, sitting up quickly. Scottsdale doesnât seem so funny.Â
âI can see that.âÂ
Youâre wearing Spencerâs socks, odd ones sticking up past his borrowed converse. âItâs summer,â you say, standing up.Â
âMm.â He gestures for you to stand in front of him, his hand on your shoulder kind but firm as he steers you away. âAnd the odd socks, thatâs a conscious choice?âÂ
âDonât be mean.âÂ
âIâm not.âÂ
You glance back at Spencer and grin at him as youâre shepherded away. Hopefully heâll call you later, but for now he looks like heâd like to dig himself a shallow grave.
âWe went for a walk last night and I ruined my shoes,â you explain, turning your gaze to Aaron and his reluctant smile. âThey were still wet this morning.âÂ
âWhat about those loafers I got you for your birthday?â he asks.Â
âWell, I didnât have them with me.âÂ
Aaron nods. Thereâs a certain impassiveness to his expression that youâre familiar with, even if it signifies disappointment. That youâre not so used to.Â
âI thought you liked Spencer?â you ask.Â
âI do. But I love you, and heâsâŠâÂ
âHeâs what?âÂ
âAt risk.âÂ
âYouâll just have to keep him safe for me,â you say, smiling at him breezily.Â
Aaron seems to agree silently. Youâre almost to the elevators when he says, âPlease, wear your own socks. I know you know how to do your laundry, Iâm the one who taught you how to do it.âÂ
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