(I don’t actually know much about ballet so forgive me if things are incorrect!)
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Rich. Yandere who was pestered by his friend and his wife to join them at the opera house and enjoy a performance. The couple had asked him numerous times before but he’d always declined. He was a workaholic and didn’t have any other commitments, so there was no need to break his routine. Although he would never admit it to anyone- he barely does to himself- he often find himself imagining a different life; one where he had a wife to welcome him home every evening. Perhaps a few children too. There was no sound besides himself and the staff in his home, it would be so very nice to hear the noise of running feet and happy chatter echo through the empty halls.
Rich. Yandere who is lonely above all else. His family is dead and he has next to no friends- the only one he has is married and devote all his time to keep him company. He knows that he doesn’t have the best track-record of being the kindest person in the world, and he might not be the friendliest or the most out-going, still, doesn’t he deserve some love too?
Rich. Yandere who eventually give into his friends demand and goes with them to the opera. As they took their seats- the expensive and best ones, of course- his friends wife babble on about her favourite dancer. They were regulars there and had seen many performances. He simply sighed and leaned back into his seat, waiting for the show to begin. He could only hope that it’ll be somewhat enjoyable since he doesn’t like wasting his time.
Rich. Yandere who was prepared for it to be a dreadful 3 hours, rubbing his eyes and suffering from lack of blood-flow in his legs. Oh how wrong he was. Instantly his gaze zoomed into you as soon as you stepped forward from behind the curtain. You were so beautiful and you moved your body gracefully to the music. It was magical. While he knew close to nothing about ballet, he knew that the point of it were for the women to look like they’re floating, and it’s exactly what you were doing.
Rich. Yandere who is instantly enamoured with you. As someone who’s never felt love this was all a brand new experience for him. He asked his friend and his wife if they knew who you were, since they frequent the opera so much. And turns out the wife did know who you were; you were her favourite after all. Rich. Yandere was never close with her or particularly liked her even, but he had to give it to her: she has excellent taste in performers.
Rich. Yandere who starts looking up information regarding you. It’s be your name, age, background, family, where you went to school and where you live. Everything. He also begins donating a lot of money to the opera house. In a short amount of time he’s become their nr.1 funder. The managers and owners are ecstatic at the news! They ask why he’s so generous and he simply answers that he loves culture and thinks it’s important it doesn’t disappear. Then, they wonder if there is anything they can do for him return, to which he smiles in response.
“Well, I do suppose there is one dancer I would be delighted to meet in person.”
Rich. Yandere who you feel uncomfortable around. He is so strange. You were just a normal ballerina, a dancer, no better or worse than anyone before your time. That’s why you can’t fathom the interest this wealthy man has taken in you. You two came form completely different worlds! But what can you do when your bosses not-so-gently urge you to see this man alone? You dont have any other skills and can’t apply to another job if you get fired.
Rich. Yandere who is determined to make you fall for him the way he has fallen for you. He’ll take care of you, love you and protect you. You don’t have to worry about a thing. He will do anything for his love.
“Don’t be scared, just keep on dancing, my little dancer.”
｡𖦹°‧ your dance studio is undergoing construction, forcing you and your team to use the basketball court as a makeshift studio, not knowing they double booked, you have to share the space with the basketball team which includes the one and only megan skiendiel, the captain of the basketball team….
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❀ genre: college au! forced proximity, enemies to lovers trope, angst, misunderstanding, happy ending
❀ || basketball player! megan skiendiel x dancer!f!reader
a/n: fic is kind of long.. but def worth it. lara and sophia’s fic apart of this au are to follow and i do have ideas for a part 2 of this one if anyone is interested.. but lmk what you guys think! kisses, brooklynn
you catch your breath with a water bottle in hand, sweat dripping down your back as you chat with your friends. your college dance studio needed excessive repairs and couldn’t wait any longer. the college offered the gym with the basketball court as a temporary solution to having no dance studio, which your coach quickly accepted.
you take a sip from the bottle, swallowing and wiping the sweat from your forehead, laughing at what your friend just said.
“what?” she chuckles, playfully shoving your shoulder. “she’s hot, anyone would pounce on it.” you giggle and shake your head, “yea, hot and braindead.” your friend rolls her eyes, slightly amused, “maybe she isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but you don’t need to be smart to know how to f—”
the orange ball draped with black stripes hits your back, causing you to stumble slightly, your water spilling on your graphic tee.
megan rushes over, picking up the basketball and chuckling with her two friends, sophia and lara. “oh shit..” she says, looking at you. “maybe if your head wasn’t up your ass you’d see where you’re aiming.” a bunch of ooh’s and snickers went off behind the two of you. “me? you’re the one that’s on our court.” she bit back, amusement in her tone.
“no? dance studio is being repaired, we’re here for the rest of the semester.” you say, visibly annoyed. megan exchanges a look between lara and sophia, “uhm.. we have our court for the rest of the semester, besides it’s ours anyway, we get priority.”
both coaches rush over, “skiendiel’s right, it’s my court rogers.” says the tall man, clipboard in hand. “guess you’re learning how to share, bates.” your coach says, before clapping her hands. “alright girls, pack up! we’ll run the choreo tomorrow.” you pick up your duffel bag and walk alongside your friend, scoffing. “i take back what i said..” she whispers, gripping her phone, “they’re jerks.”
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the next day comes quickly, and you’re already sweating. “amanda, what did i just tell you? it’s a ball change not a tap dance.” coach says, irritated already. you go through the choreo for what feels like the eighteenth time before someone groans. “i’m done with this shit, y’all can compete without me.” dianne says, pushing the doors and exiting. rogers sighs, hands resting on her hips. “girls this isn’t new to any of you, we’ve been at this since october, we only have a few months left until comp.” rogers says, rubbing her head. “one last time, from the top!”
you go as full out as you can, stepping with energy and cleanliness. all the formations flawless and executed perfectly. you make sure coach has nothing to correct you on. you’re nearing the end, the look on coach’s face is hard to miss, it looks pleased and that makes you push harder. you step with sharpness and absolute precision, before someone bumps into you and you fall onto amanda, making the rest of you fall like dominoes onto the floor. you quickly turn your head, spotting no other than megan herself, and a few of her teammates. “seriously?! you aren’t allowed to go over the tape!”
megan smirks, holding her hands up like she’s guilty, “my bad, lost control of the ball.” you grab the ball and launch it at her, only for her to catch it with one hand. “thanks, hothead.” she turns back around and jogs to continue her game.
rogers sighs and claps her hands, “brush it off girls! you’re alright! we’ll pick this up next week, don’t lose your steps, stay safe and practice loads.”
you take a quick glance back at megan and her teammates, all huddled and snickering about something you can’t hear. you groan and lift yourself up, dusting off your knees and clothes.
coach was going to be gone for the week, filling in for a junior volleyball team so you had a week of no practice, but that didn’t stop you from returning to the court.
the lights were off, the only light was the small gleam from the windows and the small slit under the door.
you didn’t notice megan in the corner, her black sweater blending with the darkness of the room. but she noticed you, walking confidently and setting up your phone to play the music.
you get in position, tracking the counts in your head, “5..6..7..8..” you begin to dance, the weight of school and worries coming off your back. you’re lost in the music, the steps, the love you have for dance. the sound of your steps hitting the floor echoes throughout the gym, the faint beat from the music accompanying it.
megan admires you from afar, the way you get lost in the music, the way your body moves so effortlessly and still manages to hit every. single. beat. she was entranced, so much so that she dropped her own phone onto the ground. the sound made a loud noise, causing you to gasp and whip around, stopping mid choreo.
megan swiftly grabs her phone from the ground, her drawstring bag on her shoulders. “you know, for someone with such a feisty mouth, you sure know how to move.”
you stop the music and exhale, seeing the ginger in the corner of the gym floor. “what’re you doing here?” you ask, catching your breath.
megan chuckles, “i always stay late, there’s no other way to be the best.” it was clear that megan was just as in love with her sport as you were with yours.
“i’m not a basketball enthusiast, but sitting in the corner instead of shooting hoops doesn’t seem like it’ll make you the best.”
megan tosses her belongings on the floor, her smile visible even in the dark. “yea? well you clearly think you can do better than me, basketball expert, so, on the court.”
she tossed the ball to you, standing up and stretching, her sweater slightly riding up, her abs visible. you take a deep breath and shrug, catching the ball. “fine.”
“first to three gets whatever they want.” you say, wasting no time and aiming the ball toward the hoop, it hits the rim and falls right into megan’s hands. she grins and bounces the ball, adjusting her grip before moving to the three-point line and getting it straight into the net.
you grab the ball and run up, nearing the net. “i want a date, if i win.” taken aback you drop the ball and megan scoops it up, dunking it right into the net. “2-0, me.” you furrow your brows, “hey! you’re playing dirty, you can’t distract me.” you shout, grabbing the ball and dribbling it. “you never said talking was off limits.” you roll your eyes, “if i win i want to go out with… that redhead on your team.”
megan almost chokes, “lara?” she breaks out into laughter, “no chance, she’s hooked on this one chick, poor thing, the girl won’t even look at her.”
you manage to get the ball into the hoop, tilting your head as you dribble it around, megan trying to block you from scoring again. “if i win, you have to give me this space every morning before class and practice, not just for me but my whole team too.”
megan groans and puts her hands on her head, “fine.” you take the chance and shoot again, getting it in
“2-2, tie.” you say, an amusing grin appearing on your face. megan grabs the ball, you two go back and forth for a while until she finally makes the shot. the ball bounces around the rim before finally going in. she cheers and looks right at you. “when are you free for dinner?”
you scoff, “you don’t even know my name.” megan tilts her head, “i don’t? then who’s y/n?” you freeze and roll your eyes. “how’d you..” “i asked coach.”
you shake your head, “of course you did.. anyway, my dorm’s 21A, i’m free most nights.. just come in whenever..”
she smiled, “bet.”
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a few days had gone by and you haven’t heard from megan, figuring she probably didn’t mean what she said. right then a knock was heard at your door. you put your textbook down and go to unlock it, seeing megan herself. “hey hothead, ready to go?” you playfully shove her and groan. “i was born ready.”
megan scratches the back of her neck, “so i couldn’t get us dinner reservations, but i asked lara for help and we came up with something better..” you raise a brow, “i think only i can be the judge of that.”
you two make your way along a small path, a park nearby. the faint sounds of crickets could be heard as megan leads you to an outdoor basketball net, white lines painted on the concrete. “i figured i’d teach you some moves, you have decent form and you did score two on me.. coach says i need to learn to be patient with the others and i guess this would help me with that.. but also you’re talented and i wanted to teach you something, so if we do compete again you can win.”
you thought about it, the park around you had fairy lights on the fence which you figured was courtesy of lara. megan ditched the beanie and dressed somewhat nicely for this date, she clearly put in effort, mixing what she loves and turning it into a special experience for you. “that actually sounds really fun, let’s do it.”
as the two of you go back and forth with the ball, megan points out the right form, she shows you what to do with your hands and how to position them, how to aim for the orange box painted onto the board of the net. and with a few tries you actually start to get the hang of it, baskets being made every few minutes. you can’t help but feel proud, and megan is wearing a shit eating grin which makes you feel even better. “i wanna dunk it.” you say, to which megan laughs. “your wish is my command.” she lifts you up, her hands tight around your waist, your breath hitches slightly, her hands are warm against your soft skin, sending shivers down your spine. you lift the ball and get it in, hanging on the rim for a moment before she let’s you down.
you laugh and tighten your ponytail, “i’d never been that high up before.” megan chuckles, “yea it’s pretty nerve wracking the first few times.”
you glance into her eyes, the thought of megan in your mind, maybe she wasn’t as bad as you made her to be.
“it’s late..” you whisper, and megan clears her throat, “yea you’re right, let’s get you home.” after a nice walk back, you fall into your bed and sigh contently, that was the best date you’ve been on in a while.
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the next few weeks feel different, coach is back and your team is syncing well, the dance is going smoothly and megan continues to make small advances, you both practice after hours, you walk each other to the dorms, she almost always carries your bags and you can’t help but think you’re falling, and you’re falling fast.
you knock on megan’s door, you’d come to return her basketball that she left one night during the late practice, to your surprise, sophia opens the door. “oh hey, what’s up?” you peek behind her but see no sight of megan. “i just wanted to return this, megan left it behind the other day” sophia smiles and grabs the ball, “oh you didn’t have to, she has loads of these but that’s sweet, i’ll let her know” you pause, “i was hoping to see her as well.. is she not here with you?” sophia shakes her head, “she went to the party down on the avenue.” you nod, “are you about to head over too?” she smiled and looks at her bag “no.. i’m off to the gazebo down at bay.. it’s just something i discovered recently.. sorry it’s kind of stupid, it gives me time to think.”
you smile sweetly, “not stupid at all, you go on, i’ll see you around.” you turn on your heels and head to the party, the smell of sweat and stale beer hitting you as you enter. the ginger is hard to miss, she’s at the back, surrounded by lara and a few others from the team. lara spots you first, smiling and tapping megan’s shoulders, “i think someone wants to see you” she whispers, urging megan to go on. megan glances and smiles at you, pushing through the crowd to get to you.
“hey, didn’t know you’d be here.” you laugh, “yea.. parties are so not my thing.. but i found your ball the other day, and when you were gone i decided to practice what you taught me.. and i surprisingly did really good and i wanted to thank you and maybe apologize for getting off on the wrong foot..”
megan shakes her head with an undeniable smile, “we’re all good, i forgot about all of that anyway, promise.” your faces were close, too close, you swore her eyes glanced down towards your lips and you decide to lean up and close the gap between you two.
megan’s hand immediately found its way to your jaw, her thumb rubbing against your cheek. the kiss was slow and passionate, nothing was messy, or rushed, just pure unfiltered desire for each other. you pull away to catch your breath and smile, “that was—” “awesome.” she finishes for you, pecking the corner of your mouth.
“let’s ditch” the two of you go and make your way back to her dorm, and you’re in a fit of giggles the whole way there.
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over the next month you two are closer than ever, no labels, just each other. you haven’t had the time to actually talk about what you are, what you two had, and you didn’t want to ruin anything. you knew you were more than friends, who occasionally kissed (okay more than occasionally), but you weren’t her girlfriend.
you knew a lot about her friends and she knew a lot about yours, you knew lara was head over heels for an english major who paid her no mind, you knew sophia went to the gazebo to meet up with a special someone, you had each other’s schedules memorized and life was good.
the comp was approaching, and it was approaching fast. you felt the nerves creeping back in, megan noticed and wrapped her arms around you from behind. “remember to breathe, and stay grounded. you’ve got this y/n, have you seen the way you dance? it’s astonishing.” you take a breath and nod, she was right, you knew the choreo, you needed to keep yourself grounded. you go through it again, with less nerves and more energy, megan claps “amazing as always.”
the rest of your team walks in and gets in position, practice was cancelled for megan but she wanted to stay for yours. once coach enters and the music starts you begin to dance, but you find your nerves creeping back in and miss a step, which leads to being late on the next few counts. megan winces as she watches you and another tumble to the floor. rogers huffs, “y/n. you’ve been amazing, why the clumsy feet all of a sudden?”
megan immediately comes to defend you, “coach, this is a stressful time for everyone, seasons are starting and nerves are through the roof, it was an accident and you know y/n, and you know how amazing she is.”
rogers glares hard, “and why are you here again? distractions are prohibited.” megan bit the insides of her cheeks, it stung to be told off like that by another coach
“sorry, i’ll do better.” you manage to say, standing up again.
after practice your mind keeps drifting to what coach said. distractions are prohibited. you sigh, was megan really a distraction? was she the reason you were messing up all of a sudden? you didn’t want to jeopardize this, or your future, this comp was important. megan held your duffel bag and walked out with you, “i think you did great, she’s way too hard on you.” “she’s not hard on me, she’s right, i need to be better. i don’t know where my head is at.” megan shakes her head, “hey, hey, hey, don’t think like that, you’re one of the top dancers here.”
you manage to nod softly, “guess so..” the walk back to your room was silent, and once you got to your dorm you headed to bed instantly.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ megan’s pov
the past few days have sucked to put it lightly, her texts were being ignored and she knew that. “you think she hates me?” lara smiled, shaking her head, “no one can hate someone more than..” she cut herself off, “megan, it’s competition season, everyone is a little scared right now, it’s normal to be avoidant to some extent. i’m sure it’s nothing.”
“i guess.. but what if i messed it up for us? i wanted to ask her to be my girlfriend at my game.. our big one but now i feel hopeless.” lara tilts her head, “everything will work out in the end, megs, that’s just how it goes.”
during practice was even worse, the slow jogging and the sloppy form, balls shooting off in wrong directions. “megan! off the court now!” coach bates yells, whistle around his neck. “you’re being sloppy! we have a game in two days and if this is how it’s going to be i’ll bench you.” “but—” “no buts, you work your ass on that court or i’m taking you off.” “yes sir.” she hauls herself back in, trying harder but her mind finds itself drifting back to you.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ y/n’s pov
your comp is today, you’re in full glam, dance costume on and nervous as shit. all the things that could possibly go wrong filter through your mind over and over again and you can’t seem to escape it. you had meant to text megan today, her small ‘good luck, if anyone can do it, it’s you’ message still unread but you couldn’t. you get into position backstage, you yell loud enough so that your members can hear the cue. “3..2..1..” and you all make your way onto the brightly lit stage, eyes from the audience all on your team, you’ve done this plenty of times, you don’t understand why this time feels different. the start of the routine goes amazingly, cheers and hoots from the crowd go off and your nerves start relaxing a bit.
until the next formation change comes and you accidentally miss a step. you blend the mistake in well enough that the audience has no idea it’s not apart of the dance, but your coach backstage notices and she’s pissed.
after the routine, tears fill your eyes, the words your coach is spewing drifting off into background noise. until you hear her name. megan. “so you either figure it out or you lose your upcoming solo.” you gasp and shake your head, “i’ll figure it out, i promise.”
you get home and block megan’s number, she’s nothing more than a distraction. rogers is right.
two days pass and megan’s big game is later that night, people are scouting and it’s stressing everyone out. of course you were invited but now you knew you wouldn’t show. you hear a knock on the door and you see a dishelved ginger staring back at you. “y/n, what’s wrong? you’ve been avoiding me and now i’m blocked? just talk to me.”
you roll your eyes, “you’re a distraction megan! there i said it! my solo could be jeopardized because of you and dance means everything to me! i need you to leave me alone.” you say, your eyes watering. megan blinks, confused on where this idea came from. “i’ve been the most supportive person! i watched all your practices! i helped when i could, and all of a sudden i’m a distraction? so what? you led me on to just tell me to fuck off?” you slightly push her back, “you don’t get to come into my space and yell at my face megan! don’t you have a game tonight? focus on that instead of what we don’t have, good fucking luck.” and with that you slam the door shut.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ megan’s pov
fuming from the argument, you push past your teammates, getting your jersey on. it reads ‘meiyok’ and you see others sporting the same jersey. sophia and lara come to your side, but you brush them off. “is this about..” you shoot lara a look and she takes the hint to stop talking. coach starts his pep talk before the game and you aren’t even listening. “megan? you got that?” you nod absentmindedly, “mm, yup.” he sends you all off and you head for the ball.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ no one’s pov
the score hits ‘12-13’ and her team is losing, the scouts are writing things down and megan is completely losing herself. time is ticking and she launches the ball towards lara who stumbles it and misses, the unexpected throw catching her off guard, “what the fuck megs?” the other team swipes the ball and scores yet again, megan rubs her eyes.
during halftime lara takes out her phone and presses your contact
this is really bad. what happened between you two? megan’s tossing this whole game, she needs you
the text lights up and the response comes quick
megan’s poor performance has nothing to do with me, i have no control over that
lara sighs and types even faster
please, you both need to quit the stubborn act and get over yourselves, you clearly love each other, please just come.
the text is left on read and lara tosses the phone, sophia is stressing and trying to calm megan down.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ y/ns pov
you sigh and bite onto your lip, lara was right. you can’t be mad at megan because of one step, she had nothing to do with it. you get up and dressed and head over to the game.
the score board displays ‘17 - 19’ and you know megan’s team isn’t winning. you make your way to the front and cup your hands around your mouth, “you’ve got this! come on!” megan turns around, her mood changing when she sees you. she becomes more aware of the players on the court, where the ball is and where her teammates are. and with two seconds left, she scores a three-pointer into the net. the buzzer goes off and cheers erupt, she rushes over to you. the flowers you picked up along the way dropped to the floor as she picked you up and spun you around “thought i’d never hear from you again..” you smiled, “i was being stupid, i’m sorry, i’ll never do something like that again.”
megan grins and hugs you right, “i shouldve asked earlier but i was scared, i’m not scared anymore.”
she wraps her jacket around you, the familiar scent embracing your body, ‘meiyok’ written on the back, “will you be mine?”
you smile and nod frantically, “yes. a thousand times yes.” you crash your lips onto hers and wrap your arms around her neck.
and with that you two walked to the others to congratulate them on their big win. you never thought you’d be with someone like megan, but here you two were, hand in hand, giddy over each other, right on the court.
Hello dear manager! I'm well aware that you may be busy, but I do have a request to make. I would like to order the Golden Calamari Dish, specifically one where Riddle, Vil, Kalim, Jamil, Malleus, and Azul come to see the reader (preferably female but gn is fine as well) perform a Bharatnatyam performance? I understand that the dance form isn't as talked about as many other dance forms, but seeing this would be a rare treat for me. Thank you for your time!
Ah, esteemed patron!
A "rare treat" indeed! It is not often the kitchen receives a request for such a specific and culturally rich performance.
The Manager is quite fond of the arts, and Bharatanatyam—one of the oldest and most revered classical dance forms—is a spectacle of discipline, storytelling, and rhythm. The intricate footwork, the precise hand gestures, and the expressive facial expressions require a level of dedication that our students will surely respect.
The kitchen has prepared a Golden Calamari Rings platter featuring these six distinct gentlemen watching you take the stage in full traditional attire.
I hope this dish is as vibrant and rhythmic as the performance itself!
Serving: A Bharatanatyam Performance
🌹 Riddle Rosehearts
The Reaction: Complete, silent fascination born of immense respect for discipline.
Riddle is a stickler for rules, and he recognizes immediately that this dance is governed by them. He sees the rigid structure, the precise angles of your arms, and the perfect symmetry of your stance (Aramandi).
He is mesmerized by the fact that you never break form. Even during the fast-paced jathis (rhythmic sequences), your posture remains statuesque.
After the show: "The discipline required to maintain that half-sit position for so long... it is commendable. Every movement was calculated and precise. You followed the rhythm without a single deviation. It was... perfection."
🐙 Azul Ashengrotto
The Reaction: Assessing the value of talent (and being secretly impressed).
Azul usually looks at things through a lens of "profit," but he finds himself forgetting to calculate during your performance. He is struck by the sheer presence you command on stage.
He notices the audience's reaction—how you hold them in the palm of your hand. He realizes that this skill is rare and honed over years of grueling practice. He respects the "hustle" it took to get this good.
After the show: "A magnificent display. The intricacy of the costume, the precision of the movement... it is a high-value performance indeed. You have a unique talent, [....]. If you ever wish to perform at the Lounge... we could negotiate a very generous contract. I insist."
☀️ Kalim Al-Asim
The Reaction: Pure, unadulterated joy and rhythm.
From the moment the music starts—the rhythmic Carnatic vocals and the percussion—Kalim is hooked. He loves music and dance, and the sheer energy of Bharatanatyam vibrates in his soul.
He is obsessed with your Ghungroos (ankle bells). Every time you stomp your feet and the bells ring out in perfect time with the beat, his eyes sparkle. He’s practically bouncing in his seat, wanting to join in.
After the show: "Woah! [....]! That was incredible! The sound of the bells—chhan chhan! And the way you moved your hands like you were telling a story? It was like magic! You have to teach me! Can I try the bells? Please?"
🐍 Jamil Viper
The Reaction: Analytical respect.
Jamil is a dancer himself. He knows breakdancing, he knows flow. Watching you, he is dissecting the technique. He realizes very quickly that this isn't just "dancing"; it's a mathematical equation of rhythm.
He watches your footwork closely. He notices the complexity of the rhythm cycles (Talam). He is impressed that you can keep such a complex beat with your feet while your hands are doing something completely different. It appeals to his intellectual side.
After the show: "That was... intense. The isolation required to move your neck like that without moving your shoulders is difficult. And your stamina didn't waver once. It’s a very complex art form. You performed it flawlessly."
👑 Vil Schoenheit
The Reaction: Critical appreciation turning into genuine awe.
Vil knows performance. He knows the pain of beauty. When he sees you in the traditional silk saree and temple jewelry, he approves of the aesthetic immediately. But more than that, he watches your eyes.
He is captivated by your Abhinaya (facial expressions). He notices how you isolate your neck movements and how your eyes dance in time with your hands. He knows the physical toll this takes on the body, and he respects the stamina it requires to look so graceful while stomping your feet with such power.
After the show: "The makeup is exquisite—it highlights the eyes perfectly, which is essential for this art form. But your control... very good. To combine such heavy footwork with such delicate hand gestures? You are a true professional, potato. I could not look away."
🐉 Malleus Draconia
The Reaction: Entranced by the storytelling.
Malleus often feels disconnected from human culture, but he understands rituals and legends. Bharatanatyam is often used to tell stories of gods and ancient epics, and he picks up on this immediately.
He is fascinated by your Mudras (hand gestures). He watches how your hands transform into a lotus, a bird, or a demon. He feels like you are casting a spell without using magic. To him, the performance feels ancient and regal, something fit for a court in the Briar Valley.
After the show: "You spoke a thousand words without opening your mouth. I saw the battle, the devotion, and the victory in your hands alone. It was a spellbinding display, Child of Man. You looked... truly radiant."
A "dish" served with rhythm, tradition, and grace! Thank you for sharing such a beautiful art form with the Lounge.
you had been a dancer your whole life, from the age of six there were home videos of you dancing. you were on dancing with the stars juniors and had gotten perfect scores for all of your dances. you then went on to be a choreographer and through it all, you began to teach younger kids how to dance.
you met kamri peterson at playground la and that was how you knew malachi. he had seen the videos of your dancing and the kids you taught but also the choreography you taught and how paced it was. it was strong, sharp and everything he liked about your dancing. you two became friends but then he left to film zombies four and you stayed in la.
that was two years ago, you were now nineteen and you stood in the dance studio with a group of teenagers you were teaching. kamri stood off to the side watching you, she didn't tell you that malachi or the others were coming.
since you knew malachi, when he began filming zombies four, you met freya, sway, julian, chandler, milo, meg and mk. you and mk clicked automatically due to dancing, he told you that he had seen you on dancing with the stars and he had seen your choreography. he thought you were amazing, he admired you, malachi gave him your number and after that, you and mk were joined at the hip.
you started dating about a year into him filming zombies four, you barely saw him but you called everyday. however, today you didn't know he would be there with the group. so there you stood with the group of teenagers as you talked to them before you began the dance.
"Okay i made this dance like three years ago, but its one of my favorites so im gonna teach you the moves and then we're gonna add the music, yeah?" you asked them and they all nodded. you smiled before you turned and looked at the mirror in front of you so you could see yourself and them.
"alright it goes, one, two, three, four" you said doing the movements and then looking at them. you did the movements and when you knew they got it. you started the song and began the dance. at the chorus the actual dance started and you watched them as you did it with them
"
Baby girl, won't you come my way
Tell me all the things
That you wanna say
Baby girl, you can say my name
Show me all the ways
You can move that thing
I don't wanna take you nowhere
I don't wanna waste your time
Baby girl, won't you come my way
Baby girl, won't you come for me
Na na na" you smiled as you watched them and then you began the next part of the song. again you paid more attention to them than anything else and once they got it, you layered the song again
"
Baby girl, won't you come my way
Tell me all the things
That you wanna say
Baby girl, you can say my name
Show me all the ways
You can move that thing
I don't wanna take you nowhere
I don't wanna waste your time
Baby girl, won't you come my way
Baby girl, won't you come for me"
the song then slowed down and you watched their movements
"
You know you want me
Girl, you need me
Whoa
I'll be waiting. Girl, come through
Won't ya?
Ooh
Baby girl, won't you come my way
Tell me all the things
That you wanna say
Baby girl, you can say my name
Show me all the ways
You can move that thing
I don't wanna take you nowhere
I don't wanna waste your time
Baby girl, won't you come my way
Baby girl, won't you come for me
Na na na " the song ended and you smiled at them as they all cheered and then you heard it
"THATS MY BEST FRIEND" and you turned to see kamri with malachi, freya, chandler, sway,julian, meg, milo and mk standing there. mks jaw was dropped as he stared at you and freya laughed at him
"close your mouth before you catch flies" she told him and you laughed as you ran over to the group and you hugged them
"i didn't know you guys would be here" you said into malachis shoulder and he smiled
"kamri thought we should surprise you, good surprise?" he asked
"great surprise" you said and then you looked at mks who was still staring at you like you weren't real
"MK?" you asked and he shook his head
"youre real, like you're really real" he said and you laughed as you moved closer to him and caressed his face. he moved closer and connected your lips with a sigh. you hummed as you kissed him back and the group cheered. meg and milo let out soft "awww"s and you smiled into the kiss as you pulled away and looked into his eyes
"hi" you said and he smiled
"hey" he nuzzled his nose with yours
"god you're so cute its gross" sway said and the group laughed
"you're real and i never want to let go" he said softly
"good thing you don't have to let go" you told him and he smiled as he leaned in and kissed you again.
good thing he came your way
A/N: anyways i don't know how many fics im going to write today but heres this
Alastor + Angel Dust Reacting To Female Reader Being A Really Good Dancer💃🏼
❥Summary: Your boyfriend and you have been dating for a while, and they are very interested in learning more about you. One day in the hotel, they discover a special talent of yours, leaving them starstruck.
❥Tags: alastor x reader, angel dust x reader, dancer, headcannon, boyfriends, lovers, hazbin hotel headcannon, boyfriend reactions, fluff, romance, some suggestive stuff
❥Warnings: A bit suggestive and swears
❥Notes: Always wanted to write something like this! Hope you guys enjoy.
✪Them Finding You✪
Both you and your significant other have been dating for a few months in the Pride Ring. It honestly came out of nowhere, but the both of you were content with each other. Since the relationship was brand new, there were still some things the both of you didn't know a whole lot about the other, maybe some favorite foods and fashion choices, but nothing more than that. The both of you would communicate and want to learn more about the other, but not to the point it made the other uncomfortable.
One afternoon, they were heading over to your room to bring you a snack from the kitchen, since it has been a while since they last saw you. Upon coming closer to your room, sounds of music could be heard from the other side. The door was slightly cracked, allowing them to peak through it. Looking through, their eyes widen at the sight of you, performing a very alluring dance routine.
✪Your Dance✪
Alastor🦌
🦌"My my, quite an impressive talent." Alastors gazed at you with smouldering eyes, smile widening at the sight of you.
🦌He had found you very shy and sweet when he first met you, causing him to drop his guard around you, as it would hurt his soul to treat you like he treated the others.
🦌Now he came to discover this side of you, and his heartbeat was skyrocketing. Never has he seen someone move so sensually before since his time in hell. Some of the moves you did cause some confusion as he was from 1900s, so he was more familiar with the Charleston or the Jitterbug.
🦌Your dance routine had come to an end, as Alastor saw you paused the music from your radio. Alastor had opened the door wide to your room, and began to clap his hands, honoring your little performance, causing you to jump in shock.
🦌"Bravo, my dear!" Alastor was smiling widely, as he made his way towards you, while your face was flushed pure red, having realized that Alastor was watching you the whole time. Alastor was right in front of you, head tilted at you. "What is wrong, darling?".
🦌Your broke out of your thoughts at Alastors question, looking to the side, twirling your hair with your fingers. "N-nothings wrong. Just..um..did you see all of that?" You hesitantly asked. Alastor chuckled at your question, leaning his head down further towards yours, making you turn even redder.
🦌"HAHA! Every bit of it, my dear! You never mentioned to me that you had an amusing talent like this." You kept looking down to the floor, twiddling your fingers. "Oh, I always loved dancing when I was younger, so I self taught myself certain moves and went from there." A hand made its way towards your chin, causing you to turn your face up towards Alastor, as he was gazing at you with desire.
🦌"It was very enchanting to watch. I wouldn't mind requesting a private show from you in the near future. Possibly in my chambers perhaps?" His finger traced your lips, as the static from his voice dissipated, letting you know he was being serious. Shivers spread through your body, and you felt like you could melt right now with how Alastor was looking at you.
🦌Nodding your head, you told Alastor you wouldn't mind doing that. Chuckling, Alastor leaned closer, placing a small kiss on your forehead. "Lovely~. Now, my dear. If you wouldn't mind, can I teach you some moves from my era? I'm sure you will enjoy it!"
Angel Dust🕷
🕷"HOLY SHIT ON A CRACKER!!!" Angel's thoughts exploded when he saw you busting a move in your room. Shit, you could move better than him!!!!
🕷Angel made it blatantly aware how good he was at his services in your relationship, including pole dancing. He cooled it down with you, as he assumed you weren't really use to that type of stuff and he believes in consent and making his lover comfortable in the relationship, so he put the very dirty comments and actions away for you.
🕷Seeing you dance like this was like a slap to the face. You were just a cute itty bitty little thing and here you were dropping it low, in HIGH HEELS!?! Oh no, this wasn't good, he was getting horny watching this.
🕷The music soon came to an end, and you slowly rose from the floor, moving your hands to fix your hair. The sound of the door slamming opened made you jump, and you turned to see Angel running towards you, picking you up of the ground and holding you up in the air.
🕷OH MY SATAN!!! TOOTS!!, WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL ME YOU WERE SUCH A SKILLED DANCER!! Angel kept spinning you around, smiling so wide his golden tooth was flashing so much. Your mind was still in a state of shock, especially now that Angel found out about your little hobby. "It's nothing special, Angel. Its just dancing."
🕷Angel had literally put you back down and began to shake you. "ITS. NOT. JUST. DANCING!!!!" He empathize each word with a shake. He soon stopped and placed both of his hands on your cheeks, making you look up at him, as he bent down a bit to reach your level. "That was by far the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life." Angel whispered to you, as he looked at you lovingly, rubbing his thumb against your cheeks as he continued to hold them.
🕷Your heart skipped a bit as you continued to stare at Angel. Smiling, you lifted one of your hands to place it against his own, muttering a "thanks." Angel smirked and began to pull you towards him. He sat on the bed, positioning your body to sit on his lap. "Would love to have you teach me some of those moves. Whatcha think toots? Would you mind being my teacher? I'll be a really good student, trust me." Smirking, you leaned closer, giving Angel a kiss, before pulling back "Sure."
warnings: FLUFF, SOFT BAKUGO, FEELS KATSUKI CUS WHY NOT
SONG USED: CANT FAKE IT BY FREYA SKYE ALL SONG CREDITS TO HER OF COURSE
Authors note: word count 1485 PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ON HERE OR ANYWHERE ELSE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY WORK PLEASE DO SEND IN ASKS I NEED MORE IDEAS PLEASE LIKE AND REBLOG! LOVE YOU GUYS AND THANK YOU! MWAH!
Bakugou has heard of dancing quirks but he's never actually seen someone have one and to say that you have him absolutely shocked is an understatement he didn't know someone's body could move in such ways and he didn't even mean that sexually although it didn't help that he couldn't stop looking at the way you move, the way you explained your quirk was that moving converts energy and that makes your attacks more powerful but you have to keep moving so you've incorporated dancing into your fighting style it's actually very impressive and the other part of your quirk when you sing it hypnotizes anyone who your fighting or anyone you're focusing on, it puts them in a fuzzy headspace where its hard to focus.
So not only does your body move so elegantly but you also have the voice of an angel you're like a god katsuki swears right now you weren't singing just dancing and the only reason why he was even watching you dance was that he heard pop music and he was highly confused because he dislikes it and he was about to yell at whoever was blasting it and then he saw you and it made sense it was of the songs you wrote, he liked your songs a little more than any others so he’ll give you that. As you danced you had no idea he was watching and listening intently to the song this was one he hadn’t heard he pulled out his phone and went to his search engine to ask it what song this was and once he found it he added it to his Spotify as he was listening he realized that the song about a crush you had little did he know it was about him you and him were close but he's always had a crush on you but right now you two were kinda in an odd spot either of you wanted to tell each other about the feelings you had for one another.
As the music picks up so do you, you weren't even doing one of the many choreographies you know you were just dancing for fun he loved when you danced for fun he caught you dancing in his kitchen one time and that's when it hit him at he was in love with you he just laughed and stood there watching you dance with your headphone on not even knowing he was even there and when you turned around and saw he was there you jumped so high and then just made him laugh harder when he heard you start singing along it brought him back to the present the lyrics flow to his ears “Know you can’t listen for one more second Have to get burnt and learn my lesson Take it too far Break my own heart Wanna say it’s over but I just can’t fake it Caught up in the mess I’m making Can’t let you go and it’s so frustrating Take it too far Break my own heart
Wanna say it’s over but I just can’t fake it” you sing at the top of your lungs jumping around like you were in katsukis apartment and as soon as you stop dancing to take a breath katsuki takes a deep breath and realize enough is enough he's in love with you and he's done hiding it he stalks towards you turns you around before you can even say anything he kisses you with everything he has and it's not short either he's waiting for you to realize he's kissing you.
Your eye shoot open to see katsuki and it takes you a second to kiss him back with the same energy he kissed you with, your hands end up in his hair his hands on your waist squeezing and your music fades away as you just get lost in the kiss when you come up for air you gasp and ask gently “Did we just kiss or am I dreaming again?” you giggle and all katsuki does is kiss you again but right before his lips meet yours he whispers “I'm so in love with you” you smile into the kiss, katsuki bakugou just said he's in love with you, you couldn't be more happier you pull away from the kiss to go back to jumping and dancing but this time it's from pure happiness and katsuki laughs and smiles actually smiles.
Kiri overhears his best friend laugh and he knows only a few people can get him to laugh like that so he peeks his head into the dance studio and sees you dancing and jumping he sees the way his best friend looks at you and then he spots the little bit lipstick on the side of his lips and he speaks up making you both whip around and blush “fucking finally thought we were gonna have to choose sides” “WE?!” both you and bakugou say in unison “ yeah it's no secret that you both were made for each other everyone knows so be prepared for the fan girling from the girls” kiri laughs and walks away leaving you two be you and katsuki laugh slightly scared you know how Mina and Ochaco are especially since Mina is dating Kiri and Ochaco is dating Izuku.
Your eyes grow wide as you relized that kiri was probably gonna tell Mina and that ment you and katsuki had to hide because if you wanted to doged the twenty questions from Mina and her squealing you’d have to leave now you look at katsuki and he comes to the relization at the same time you look at him you grab your phone real fast and your water bottle “ i need to grab different clothes cus im all sweaty” you say trying to head to your dorm katsuki grabs your hand before you can walk away “ screw that just shower at my place and you can wear a pair of my clothes i think you have a pair of shorts at my place anyway from the last load of laundry you did at my place” he saids as he rubs your palm with this thumb you were about to speak as you heard Mina yell your name you and katsuki book it to his car giggling once you’ve made it to his place he helps you into the shower hes always wondered what it’d be like washing your hair for you so thats exactly what he does he washes your hair and you wash his and you are just in awe that you’re finally dating the man of your dreams you two have a little makeout session in the shower nothing too over the top.
Katsuki helps you dry off and as he goes looking for your shorts you left with him as you throw on one of his iconic skull shirts it's practically like a dress on you and you wouldn't have it any other way katsuki comes back with your shorts and he looks at you like you hung the sky “ God you are so gorgeous” he says as he walks over to you cupping your cheek and you stand on your tiptoes to lean up to place a gentle kiss on his lips as he smiles into the kiss after you both pull away you whisper for the first time “I'm in love with you too katsuki” the way you whisper his name makes him break out in goose bumps your hand runs down his abbs and stop right before the edge of his sweats feeling him tense up but in a flexing way you gently grab the shorts from his other hand and you put them on before pulling him into his bed giggling as he tripped and fell on you.
You both get comfy in each other's arms as he puts on one of the Star Wars movies and plays with your hair as you doze off on his chest all that dancing made you tired and he wouldn't have ended his day any other way he has one of his best friends and the love of his life asleep lightly snoring away he's gonna have to tease you about your baby snoring when you wake up katsuki scrolls on his phone seeing a few texts from the Class 1-A group chat he wasn't even gonna look he went straight to one of your favorite take out places menu and ordering dinner you must be hungry and he knows you after he's done with that he changes his phone wallpaper to a photo of you both and smiles to himself he sets an alarm for about ten minutes from when dinner was supposed to arrive and he closes his eye succumbing to sleep while he keeps your cold little feet warm and he falls asleep with a smile on his face.
My Random Thoughts.....Vander x Dancer!reader Part 3
Had this gem stuck in my head one night. Reader dances in Vander's jacket.
Reminder:Age in Bio, I check
Warnings: smut, dirty, raw, possessive Vander, teasing reader, reader is dancer/stripper/burlesque, femreader, p in v, fem receiving oral, male receiving oral, tit play, ball play, 18+!!!!, No Minors, Do Not feed into AI
Vander waltzed into the dim room as normal, music playing and several patrons were seated throughout the room. Nothing out of the normal but he was still annoyed as he sat in his usual spot.
He was searching his mind to figure out where his signature jacket was. Grumbled a thank you and slipped coin to the server who had already brought him his usual.
He barely noticed the woman who had perched herself at the edge of his table.
He smiled and greeted her, "Evening Ruby."
She smiled a sweet smile and hummed a hello back as she scanned the room for a person to seduce for the night for every washer they had on them.
She glanced down at Vander as he lit his pipe and took a puff, "My My Vander, you a little chilly this evening?" She purred.
He cocked a brow at her, "Mmm why do I feel like my jacket is here somewhere?"
She coyly turned her head and flipped her hair over her shoulder, "No idea what you mean."
"Mmmhhmmm" before he could continue though the lights on the stage turned on and Ruby took the opportunity to slink away.
He let it go as he relaxed into his chair waiting for you to appear.
The second you do though, his pulse took off.
The curtains opened and you faced away from the crowd.
The only thing you had on, Vander's jacket.
You innocently looked over your shoulder and wiggled your fingers as a wave to the crowd. Which cheered in response.
Vander inhaled a big puff of smoke and slowly let it curl and flow from his mouth. Savoring your figure in his coat.
You continue your routine and it became clear that other than a pair of black panties, the jacket was all you had on.
Giving glimpses of bare shoulders.
Showing the beautiful valley from your collarbone to your navel. His eyes lingered on the area between your breasts.
Each move and angle you made just barely gave a peak and threatened to reveal more.
What was for his eyes.
He was hard.
And he knew you knew it.
You smiled so smug at him.
Eventually you ended up on his table.
Sitting cross-legged and you two finally have a direct one on one view of each other.
The look Vander is giving sends chills over your whole body.
The flush spreads over your face, neck and Vander can see it appear on your chest.
He swallows his saliva, gods you make him drool like a dog.
You brace your hands behind you just so and relax your shoulders.
The jacket slowly starts to slide down your body.
Now its a game, Vander isn't gunna lose though.
You do love a game of wills, always enjoyed seeing who could hold their orgasm the longest.
The defiant glint in your eyes makes him bite his cheek.
He cocks a brow cooly, daring you.
You smirk and title your head, bet.
You shift slightly and the jacket slides more.
Now the inner plump of your breasts are showing.
Vander licks his teeth but still doesn't budge.
The crowd whoops and whistles as you shift again and some areola peaks out.
Vander huffs a, "Fuck" and dashes to catch the jacket before it falls open anymore. Pulling it closed around you.
The crowds boos and heckles but you don't care, Vander lost.
Now centimeters from your face you can feel the hot breath on yours as he eyes you like a dog annoyed with the cat on the otherside of a window.
But this window has a name called Oak.
Who has now given a gruff, "Vander."
Vander pulled the jacket back up and covered you fully in it. Before taking a step back.
He didn't break eye contact though with you. Even as Oak steps in between you two.
Oak clicks his tongue as you look up at him all doe eyed.
"Quit teasing Vander and get back to work before people quit spending money." Oak chides you, "Babette warned you before you went on stage ".
You pout, "Okay okay, no fun." You held a hand out. Oak takes it gently and helps you stand on the table.
Before you part ways though you hum lightly, "You owe me 20 cogs still."
He grumbled, "Yeah Yeah."
Vander adjusted his ragging boner as best he could as you continued the show.
_-_--_-_-_--_-_-_end of the night_-_--_--_-_-_-_-_-
You moaned and tried to catch your breath as Vander plowed his hot dick deep inside you from behind. He had you bent over your vanity, and relished in how wet your pussy was as he slid in and out of you. He savored the view before you both as he fucked you from behind. You still had his jacket on but now your breasts swayed with each thrust beautifully. Your mouth open as you moaned and cursed. Your breath was starting to fog the glass though, hiding your pretty face. He tsked as he slid a hand from your hip and grabbed one of your thighs. Damp from your sweat and both of your juices sliding down your legs. He brought a knee to the top of the wood ,as you shifted to the new angle you gasped. He grabbed the sleeves of his jacket and pulled your arms behind your back trapping them. You had to stand straight up which sunk you further onto his cock. Your ass fully sat on him now. Your eyes rolled back as he thrusted up into you practically bouncing you up and down on his shaft. You yelled his name, he growled in your ear. He was tempted to close his eyes because his balls tightened at the view mixed with the sounds and feel of your tight cunt. He couldn't cum first although he was going dizzy at the idea.
You felt your tits jump as he lifted you with each thrust. Your ass shook with the force. Gods Vander was an animal let loose on you and you savored every second as he devoured you. Your mind melted though as you felt him slide a hand to your core and start playing with your clit. Now you were drooling as pleasure surged. You begged him not to stop, to keep fucking you, to take all he wanted.
Vander felt the telling shiver go over your body as he kept ravishing you. He gave a husky growl in your ear, "cummin for me kitten?". You moaned as a wave rushed over you making you tremble in his strong and sturdy grasp, "Fuck Yes". The clench and grip you had on Vander's cock milked his orgasm out of him. He groaned into your neck and you felt the heat spread in your core before it began to slide down your thigh.
You both stood there panting, catching your breath. Vander was steady as he slowly slid out of you. Kissing your shoulder as he did so. He held you as you found your strength again. You pet his forearm as you shivered lightly. Before you could bring your leg down though Vander held it in place. You gave him a confused look before he gave a sly grin. He ran his tongue down your spine and you gasped as he made his way down, kneeling behind you. You didn't argue as you connected the dots and angled more for him.
Out of sight but you still felt him spread you open. Next you sighed as his tongue started to lap at your still cum filled cunt. You leaned into his warmth, basking in the pampering your pussy was getting. His tongue ran along your slit and he hummed at the taste of your mixed release. He smiled at your moans picking up again as he swiped over your clit. He felt his cock perking up again. He was focused on you though. Curling his tongue inside you as you pushed against him. Bossy little minx, but he loved it. He knew you were close again as you reached behind yourself and gripped his hair. He growled into you, vibrations going through to your clit again. You came again as he flicked rapidly over your clit and sucked. Not letting go until you started pushing him away.
He licked over his now wet lips and gave you a cocky smile. You huffed as you finally got to get down from the vanity. Surprised it was still standing. You let the concern drift away though as you saw the at attention dick Vander was starting to put away. You were the one to stop him now. Getting on your knees as you batted your lashes up at him. He huffed and started to say you didn't need to but you interrupted, "I want a taste too."
He groaned deep in his throat as you took his cock slowly into yours. You made sure to look up at him as you sucked all the juices off him. You could feel his pulse as you ran your tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. Toying with the edges of the tip of his cock. He got a fistful of your hair at the base of your scalp as you bobbed your head. Not showing any mercy as you kept a steady pressure around him with your lips. His other hand gripped one of your tits, making you moan. Fuck you could play rough still too. You cupped his balls in one hand and massaged them. Which makes Vander buck his hips into you and curse. You rolled them in your palm and you felt Vander's cock twitch in your mouth and tasted a quicker shot of precum coat your mouth. You knew he was close. You hummed again, gave a squeeze on his nuts and gave one long hard suck at the very base of his dick and...Vander moaned your name so pretty as he flooded your throat with his seed. His balls jumped in your hand and you pet his thigh as he trembled. He tweaked a nipple to signal you to stop.
You slid him from your mouth and caught your breath as he plopped down into a chair behind him. You smiled at each other as he patted his lap. You laugh as you crawl into his arms, he tucks you into his side and hands you a glass of water. You hum as you take a drink before handing it back to him. "Think I might need to use your jacket again." He pinches your thigh lightly and you kiss him. He kisses you back and growls into your mouth, "Ya know you'll get me kicked out one of the days." You laugh and lean into him. Savoring another night in his arms.
Welp, that feels good to get out. Been stuck on this for a bit. Sorry if it felt rushed. Let know if you liked it. ❤️
