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The Quest for a Second Life - Part 7 - 50 Shades of Audacity (3)
KAKASHI X ALPHA!READER
Summary: The Autumn Company Party. It had been the centre of the storyline for reasons unknown, and now it was upon you. Whatever happened though, this was sure to be your last night in Kakashi's pocket universe, and a difficult decision was right around the corner. At least you had one final attempt to get your dick wet. GN!Dom!Alpha!Reader x Multiple
Word count: 10k
Warnings: N-sfw content, talks of collaring, alcohol consumption, Kakashi's abandonment issues. All alpha have dicks, fyi.
A/N: The final major part is done!!! Gosh, it's been such a journey and it's bittersweet to see it coming to an end. Happy holidays to everyone and I hope you enjoy this final part. @omeganronpa has a tough choice for the epilogue, which will be released on Christmas day :D Direct all arguments, begging and bribery here! May the best omega win! <3
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Epilogue
Despite your best attempts, you never did get an explanation of Kakashi’s strange behaviour during that phone call. Kakashi had remained tight-lipped in the face of every strategy you used to weasel the information out of him. You fully believed that, if you had been given the appropriate amount of time, you would have eventually extracted the information, but unfortunately, time had been something of a rarity over the last few weeks.
The Autumn Company Party had approached like a speeding train, and you had been forced against your will to do your job and aid in the planning. You had lost track of how many times the importance of the event had been explained to you at this point, mainly to justify your massive and ever-growing workload.
“Every important investor and stakeholder will be in attendance!” You didn’t care.
“The board of directors will be there!” You really didn’t care.
“This will be your debut as the CEO’s secretary, if you don’t make a good impression, you could be fired and blacklisted!” You especially didn’t care about that one. Don’t threaten people with a good time.
No, the part itself wasn’t something you particularly cared about. It was going to be a boring work party, like every other one you’d attended in your life, that would be partially saved by the fact that you got to be the one to design the menu with the catering company.
No, you cared about whatever the other ‘thing’ at the party would be. This was the climax of the story, and that was putting you on edge. Even James didn’t know what would happen, but she seemed completely convinced that something would.
And so, it was with a weird combination of foreboding, fatigue, and excitement that you were putting together the finishing touches of your outfit, ten minutes before Kakashi was scheduled to pick you up and take you to the party.
It felt weird, standing in a still unfamiliar flat, looking in an unfamiliar mirror, to see a done-up version of yourself that you didn’t recognise. Because really, that had been the only thing you had carried with you from your real life. You had always been you, in body and mind, even as reality melted and reformed around you.
And you still were you, of course, just a version of you that was wearing more expensive clothes, had styled hair, and donned with more jewellery than you normally would. It just made you feel strange.
You straightened, brushing down imaginary creases in your outfit, and pointed at your own reflection accusatorily. “Get over yourself. You’re wearing nice clothes, stop being dramatic.”
There, that should fix it. You were just nervous about the unknown ‘thing’ that would be happening tonight, and it was bleeding into everything else.
Your phone buzzed on your desk, almost certainly a text from Kakashi telling you that he was outside. With one final glance in the mirror, you left the flat, wondering vaguely if you’d be back to see it before the demo ended. If this party was indeed the climax of this story, then you might never return.
You gave the flat a little goodbye wave, just in case.
As you exited the building, the chill of the Autumn wind caught you off guard. You wrapped your arms around yourself, already regretting the decision not to bring a coat, and hurried towards the sleek, black car that was waiting for you.
Kakashi stepped out of the car as you approached and held open the door for you.
You grinned, “What a gentleman, thank you.”
“Of course.” He followed you back into the car and shut the door behind him, leaving you enclosed in the glorious warmth of Kakashi’s heated car and its heated seats. “You look beautiful.”
You knew it was a standard thing to say in a situation like this, but Kakashi just had a way of making compliments sound so genuine. Maybe because he wasn’t the type to keep his negative opinions to himself. Either way, you were flattered.
“Thanks, Kakashi, I appreciate that. And you paying for the outfit, of course.” You took a moment to study him, in turn. He was wearing a well tailored suit like he always was, but to match the celebratory feel, he’d gone for a dark green colour scheme as opposed to his usual monochrome. Although the lighting inside the car was dim, it was easy to see how well the colour suited him. “You’re looking incredibly handsome, yourself. What a pair we make.”
“A very attractive pair indeed,” Kakashi agreed, taking one of your hands in his. He gave it a squeeze, so you gave one back.
Silence fell, and for a moment, you focused on the way Kakashi’s thumb was rubbing on the back of your hand. This was the first time you’d been properly alone for a while now, and you found your mind drifting back to that weird phone call. You decided to ask him about it again now, seeing as he had nowhere to run.
“Kakashi—”
“I—”
You had both started to speak at once.
“Sorry, I didn’t—” You started to apologise.
“No, I’m sorry, what were you going to say?”
“Oh, it was nothing, you go first.”
Kakashi looked like he was going to argue, but he clearly decided against it and said what was on his mind.
“At the party, we can’t behave as we’d normally do at the office,” he said. “Our relationship isn’t compatible with our jobs, and while the people in my office are friendly and mostly discreet, stakeholders and board members have a track record for being less so.”
Kakashi looked guilty, so you gave his hand another squeeze to show that you didn’t hold this against him. It made sense that an important work party wasn’t the right place for making out, but you wondered if he thought that you thought he was ashamed of your relationship or something.
“I understand. Old, rich people are terrible at keeping their noses out of other people’s business.”
“That’s certainly putting it lightly,” Kakashi muttered. He seemed more frustrated that you’d expected for what was objectively a minor issue.
Granted, you had kind of been expecting some kind of action at this party, this being the climax of a porn universe narrative, but you’d live if it turned out that the ‘thing’ was something non-horny. Honestly, you’d be happy if you got through the night without any more spontaneous stripping.
“Hey, it’s only one night, right? We can manage.” Kakashi looked at you consideringly, before a small smile bloomed on his face.
“One night,” he repeated, voice soft. “I can do that.”
“We’re five minutes away, sir.”
You took a deep breath. No matter what this party threw at you, you could handle it!
…
Apparently, what this party was throwing at you was extreme boredom.
Admittedly, it wasn’t an entirely lost cause. The venue was dazzling and incredibly fancy, and you knew you’d never stepped foot in a hotel so expensive before. Walking through the front doors with Kakashi, dressed to perfection… well, it had felt a little like you were royalty. It was incredibly good for the old self-esteem.
Once you had actually entered the party though, it was a whole different story.
While your coworkers were quick to compliment you, which was lovely, it was clear that they were too on edge to be having fun. The music was quiet, which was better for talking and networking, but didn’t exactly encourage dancing. And whenever you did try to speak to new people, they wanted to ask about your professional qualifications and experiences working under Kakashi. The cherry on top of this awful cake was that the only alcohol offered was champagne, which wasn’t your favourite, nor did it numb the boredom of the party very well.
You had barely even seen Kakashi, bar a few quick flashes in passing as he schmoozed his way through the hall like a pro. His serious warning about not behaving like a couple seemed a bit dramatic now, seeing as you hadn’t even had the chance to make eye contact.
‘Are you sure it was just a warning, human?’
You jumped at James’ sudden interjection. You furtively glanced around you to make sure that none of your coworkers had noticed your seemingly out of place reaction. Thankfully, people seemed too busy to care.
‘What do you mean? What else could it have been?’
‘…’
‘James?’
‘Perhaps it was an explanation, human.’
‘An explanation? An explanation for what? Surely that means the same thing as a warning in this context.’
James didn’t respond. How bizarre. You didn’t much care for having a riddle added on top of your evening. Honestly, if it were just a boring party, you would have found someway to have fun, but you knew that some kind of event would be unfolding here, which was putting you on edge. Every second that ticked by completely normally felt like it was building to something big. And James’ riddles weren’t helping assuage the anxiety that sensation was creating.
Between the stress, the lack of alcohol, and the enforced networking, it was an exceptionally mid party, even if it was pretty.
The only saving grace was the buffet table, that you were slowly weaving your way back towards for probably the tenth time that night. This time, you decided to just remain lingering by the food in the hopes that it would stop people from asking questions about a degree you didn’t actually do.
You loaded up your plate was as much as you could and then found an empty section of wall to lean on. You popped one of the mac and cheese balls in your mouth and almost moaned at the flavour sensation that followed. They were heavenly, salty and creamy, and the breadcrumbs around the outside had just the right amount of crispiness. Like everything else on the buffet, it had an impressive depth of flavour. You weren’t ashamed to admit that having access to this catering company was on the pros column for staying in this world.
Consumed in your world of cheesy goodness, you almost didn’t notice when what you thought was a member of waitstaff leant against the wall next to you. He was carrying a tray of hors d’oeuvres, and you wondered if he was just taking a break or if you were somehow in his way.
“How are you holding up?” Hearing a familiar voice come from what you thought was a stranger had you doing a double take. You were met with Iruka’s charming grin. He was dressed in a standard black suit that obviously wasn’t tailored the way Kakashi’s were, but somehow, he pulled off the ‘slightly too big’ look with a level of a scampish charm.
What you had originally thought was a tray of hors d’oeuvres was in fact a plate that Iruka had stacked full of shot glasses, each one filled with a mini ramen. As he waited for your response, he grabbed one of the glasses and poured the ramen into his mouth with a satisfied hum.
Ah, you thought, amused, he’d wasted no time finding them.
“As well as can be,” you said, answering his original question. “How about you? Enjoying the food?”
Iruka, who was in the middle of eating a second ramen shot, paused for a second, his ears going slightly red. You snorted, averting your eyes for a second to allow him to finish the ramen shot in peace.
“Thanks,” he muttered, referring to your insistence that the catering team create a ramen hors d’oeuvre. “Makes this ridiculous party worth it.”
“No, thank you,” you countered, referring to his substantial help with the planning and paperwork for this event when your duties got a bit overwhelming. “I couldn’t have got everything finished without your help.”
“Too busy running around with Kakashi?” When you didn’t defend yourself, he rolled his eyes fondly. “You two are menaces. Actually, speaking of Kakashi, shouldn’t you be getting ready with him to go on stage about now?”
“What?” That was the first you’d heard about any obligation to go on stage. If this turned into a cheesy scene where you had to do something ridiculous like sing a duet with Kakashi, you were going to riot, possible retaliations from porn logic be damned. You did not sign up for High School Musical shenanigans. “Why would I have to go on stage?”
“Oh, you don’t know? Sorry, I thought Kakashi would have explained it to you.”
“Okay, fine, but he obviously didn’t, so could you please tell me why I have to go on stage?” Was this what James meant by the big ‘thing’ that would be happening at the Autumn Company Party?
“Of course.” Despite his positive response, Iruka then proceeded to eat another one of his ramen shots, and only after he was done, did he continue with the explanation. “Every year, Kakashi gives a speech around halfway through the party. Normal stuff, just summarising the last year, talking about new projects, thanking all the generation donators and stakeholders. The CIO of the company, Tsunade, stands by him for the speech, and for the first few years, his personal assistant stood behind him too. He hasn’t had one for a while, but now you’re here, you’ll need to stand behind him with Tsunade.”
You squinted your eyes suspiciously. “And I won’t have to speak?”
“Nope,” Iruka said, brightly. “You just have to stand there.”
Huh, that wasn’t so bad. It was slightly annoying that you were being taken away from the buffet table, but you would live.
‘You are being very brave, human.’
‘Thanks, James.’ Again, you had no idea if she didn’t know what the concept of sarcasm was, or she deployed it with skill on a never-before-seen scale. It was definitely either or, but which one, you would never know.
“Wait,” you said, suddenly remembering what Kakashi had told you about your interview with him. “Kakashi used to have a personal assistant? He said he didn’t want one because he worked better alone.”
Iruka hesitated. He looked left, then right, and when he saw that you were as alone as you could be, he leant in close and whispered.
“His old personal assistant is why he didn’t want a new one,” he explained. “At first, it didn’t seem like anything was wrong with him, but it turned out he had been placed there by the board to spy on Kakashi and relay information back. Kakashi fired him as soon as he found out, but he never accepted a personal assistant again, until the board forced him to hold interviews, and he hired you.”
“Seriously?” Iruka nodded, lips tight. “That’s crazy.” You wondered briefly how many of the people you were sitting with in the waiting room were plants from the board.
“We don’t talk about it, but everyone who was working there at the time this went down knows about it. That’s one of the reasons we were so surprised, not only when you were hired, but when you and Kakashi seemed to be having a personal relationship outside of work. I’m surprised he trusted you at all.”
Goodness. You leant against the wall as you considered what Iruka was saying. It was wild to think about how much resistance and betrayal Kakashi had faced from within his own company. You’d bet that they hadn’t been too happy when Kakashi turned 18 and decided he wanted to lead his company, and when they couldn’t take it from him, they kept tabs and put pressure on him as much as possible.
This information also contextualised your interview differently. Kakashi had claimed that he hired you because you were funny. You had theorised that you had awoken his submissive side, this being an erotica and all. And maybe both of those were true to some extent, but you now believed that it was far more likely that Kakashi had decided you were too rowdy, rude, and unprofessional to have been a plant from the board of directors.
It clicked his initial suspicions about your motivations into place, too. He hadn’t trusted your reasons for asking him to dinner, not at first. When you had demanded to spend time with him, you’d bet he was wandering if you were there to spy on him.
“Poor Kakashi…”
Iruka nodded solemnly, and then downed another ramen shot. You scanned the room while he did, hoping to catch Kakashi’s eye, wherever he was. It took you a moment, but then you found him, standing at the base of the stage, standing next to Tsunade. Ah fuck.
“I think I have to go, thanks for keeping me company, Iruka.”
Iruka waved his hand, “Good luck. I can look after your plate for you if you want—”
“No need.” You shoved the last handful of mac and cheese balls into your mouth, dumped the plate on the table, and then chewed furiously as you worked your way to the stage.
“There you are,” Tsunade said, two glasses of champagne in hand. She quickly downed them both and then shoved them into the hands of a poor waiter as he passed by. “Let’s get this over with.”
You tried to catch Kakashi’s eye, but he was too focused on walking to the stage. You and Tsunade followed after him, and you resolved to talk to him after the speech was finished.
Kakashi went up to the mic and you and Tsunade stood at his side, a few paces back. You spotted a few board members in the crowd, and you felt the urge to stick your tongue out at them. You just about managed to resist.
Kakashi used the knife against the champagne glass he was holding, and a sharp ting echoed through the microphone and around the room. The spotlight on the stage turned on, and suddenly you were bathed in a bright, white light. Everyone quieted and turned to face the stage.
The lights were hurting your eyes and making your skin feel hot, but at least your only job was to stand there and look pretty. You were good at that.
“Good evening, everyone,” Kakashi said, sounding effortlessly comfortable speaking in front of so many people. “Thank you all for coming tonight, and I hope you’ve been enjoying yourselves thus far.”
It was weird to hear him speak like this; he sounded very different when you two were alone. That was to be expected, you supposed, but it didn’t make it feel any less jarring.
“I won’t keep you long, but I thought it prudent to take a moment to thank everyone who has made this last year as successful as it was. To our staff, to our stake holders, and to our board members, I say thank you.” He raised his glass in a toast. “We would not have a company without you.”
This was an incredibly boring and generic speech. You had been sure that the ‘thing’ that was supposed to happen would happen now, but all that was happening was you struggling not to fall asleep in front of everyone.
“The past year has been a year of perfecting, of tweaking that which was already in place to make it perfect. Among other things, the building work on the new cafeteria was completed this year, and the debut of our first international branch went smoothly and successfully.”
Ugh, as Kakashi’s personal assistant, you knew all this stuff already. You just wanted to go back to the buffet, was that too much to ask?
“However, following the stage of perfection will always be a stage of change. We must now introduce new projects that will grow and be perfected over time, like the projects that came before them. And there is one major change that will take effect going forward.”
Confused whispers spread across the hall. You noticed a few members of the board looking specifically irritated, and you’d bet that Kakashi had not informed anyone in advance of whatever this big change was.
Even Tsunade was watching him warily from the corner of her eye.
“I’m resigning,” Kakashi announced, paired with his signature eye smile.
The room was silent enough that you could have heard a pin drop.
What?
Chaos erupted. People were shouting questions, making exclamations of disbelief, and loudly assuming this was a prank that wasn’t very funny.
Kakashi ignored the noise and leant back into the mic. “I nominate Tsunade as my successor.”
Tsunade sputtered, “Eh?! Like hell you are, brat!”
He had resigned. Kakashi had resigned as CEO of the company he had been a part of his entire life. James had said that whatever happened at the party would be a direct consequence of how you had acted in this demo. So, presumably, this was your fault, but how?
Our relationship isn’t compatible with our jobs, that’s what he’d said to you in the car. You had thought he was warning you to tone things down for the evening, but James had suggested that it wasn’t a warning, but an explanation. You hadn’t understood what she’d meant, but now you did. He was explaining to you, in his own way, why he was about to resign.
The strange phone call fit, too. He had mentioned thinking about the Autumn Company Party, and whatever was on his mind had made him seek your number for comfort, but he refused to tell what he was thinking about. He was likely thinking about whether he should resign.
While you put the pieces together, the room around you was still very much in a state of chaos. Kakashi, however looked completely calm. He put the microphone back in the stand, handed his champagne and knife to a raging Tsunade, and then turned to you.
You watched as he approached you. You could feel how wide your eyes were. You thought he was going to say something, but he got closer and closer until he was right in your personal space, where he looped an arm around your waist, pulled you tight against him, and kissed you.
He was kissing you. Kakashi was kissing you in front of his whole company. You had kissed Kakashi before, many times, but there was something about this kiss that overshadowed all the others. It took a moment for your brain to catch up to what was happening and remember to how to kiss, but you eventually found your footing.
Your lips and tongues danced together serenely, driving out the chaos of the background noise until you two were the only people that mattered. You could feel and taste the longing pouring out of Kakashi, begging you to understand him and stay by his side. You wound your hands around his neck to reassure him, and in return, he squeezed your waist affectionately.
You were quickly running out of air, but you didn’t want this moment to end.
Regardless of your wishes, however, the kiss did end. As Kakashi pulled away slowly, the bubble burst and the noise from the party came rushing back in. Questions were still being shouted, and while some people were displeased by Kakashi’s display, others cheered.
You felt like you were trapped in a daze. You half expected to topple over when Kakashi let go of you to lean back to the microphone.
“We have paid for the venue until 1am, so please enjoy the rest of the party. Goodnight!”
And with that, he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you through a stage door and out of the party. You let him, still completely stunned at what had just happened.
You walked out of the venue in silence, through a back exit for somewhat obvious reasons, and Kakashi’s car was already waiting for you both. You both slid into the warmth of the car, and the second the seatbelts were on, the car pulled away from the hotel and into the city. The bright lights filtered into the car as you drove, but the outside world had never felt so far away.
“Are you… okay?” Kakashi asked, voice nervous.
You wanted to answer him properly, really you did, but your mouth and brain weren’t quite in agreement yet, so the only thing that came out was, “I was going to fill the Tupperware in my bag with more mac and cheese bites.”
Kakashi blinked at you for a moment, before he sent you nervous smile. “I’ll order you some more, as many as you want, I promise.”
Through your embarrassment at you lacking filter, you nodded, and silence fell in the car again. Unlike the normal, comfortable silence that you shared with Kakashi, the awkwardness was palpable. You wanted to break it, but you didn’t quite know how, after everything that had just happened. When your phone buzzed, you grabbed for it desperately as an escape from the weird silence. It was a text from Kurenai.
‘Sorry for not warning you in advance what Kakashi was planning. I feel pretty guilty now, Asuma too. He says the apology is from him too.’
Right, so some people did know in advance. Honestly, you were a bit annoyed that no one had warned you. You were halfway through writing a slightly snarky text back, when she sent another message.
‘We were planning on telling you, but we had to focus on convincing Kakashi out of his idea to propose to you this evening.’
You immediately forgave them both, deleted the previous message, and instead thanked them profusely for saving you from a very awkward conversation. Oh, Kakashi.
Speaking of Kakashi, he was sitting awkwardly in his seat, staring out the window. His shoulders were incredibly tense. You couldn’t just leave him sitting there.
“So, are you really resigning?”
Kakashi swallowed heavily, “Yes… I was thinking about what you said, about having my own dreams, and I still don’t know what those dreams are yet, but I know they aren’t in that company, not anymore.”
You nodded slowly. Kakashi was watching your reaction like a hawk.
“I’m not going to leave completely, I don’t think I could,” he hastened to add. “I can’t abandon my father’s company completely, but… I need time.”
“I understand, Kakashi, it’s okay.”
“You do?” He sounded so vulnerable and lost. You undid your seatbelt and slid into the middle seat instead, before clicking the belt back on. From there, you were able to wrap your arms around Kakashi.
It was slightly awkward in the car, but you didn’t let that stop you. Kakashi fell into your arms gratefully and braced his head against your shoulder.
“I do, darling. You’ve been working your entire life at that company, Kakashi, you deserve a break. I’m already tired of working, so I can’t imagine how you feel. I’ll support whatever pathway you choose to take.”
Kakashi sagged onto you, breathing harshly and clinging onto you with desperate hands. You shushed him, and gently ran your fingers through his hair.
Poor Kakashi, you thought, holding him tightly. You could tell that he was so incredibly burnt out, but he hadn’t even noticed until someone had forced him to see that other choices existed. And once you had pulled the curtain back and showed him reality, he couldn’t bare to continue the way he had been for even a second longer.
Now that the shock had subsided, you were filled with pride for him. It wasn’t easy to leave something life-defining behind, even if you wanted to. But he had done it, and now you were going to be here to make sure he could handle the emotional backlash.
You pressed a kiss to Kakashi’s gravity-defying hair and gave him an affectionate nuzzle. If you chose this world, and your fictional family became real, you were dragging Kakashi into it.
“I want to do up my childhood home properly,” he said, pulling away and rubbing at his eyes. “I want to modernise it again, fill it with new photos and unrestrained laughter. I want to walk my dogs; I don’t want to hire a dog walker anymore. And…”
“And?” you pressed your forehead against his.
“And I hope you’ll be there with me. Because that’s one thing I do know. I love you, and I want you with me wherever I go.”
“Oh, Kakashi,” you cooed softly, pecking him on the lips. “I love you too, and I’ll follow you wherever you go, my darling.”
He sighed, relieved, “And you aren’t angry at me for not telling you that I was resigning?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that. I would have appreciated a heads up, I won’t lie.”
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. He dropped his head onto your shoulder. “Maybe… maybe you should punish me…”
It took a moment for his unexpected words to sink in, but when they did, heat rushed downwards.
Oh.
…
You had expected to end up at Kakashi’s penthouse, but his chauffeur had pulled up in front of your flat instead. It had given more credence to your theory that Kakashi preferred your flat to his. You didn’t mind, so you didn’t comment on it.
You could have done without the flat look Kakashi’s chauffeur had given you both when he said that he wouldn’t be needing a lift home until tomorrow though.
The warmth of your flat was a welcome change from the Autumn chill, but it was the hot, electric tension fizzling through air that really captured your attention. You both kicked off your shoes and put down your bags, but the second you were done, the tension snapped, and you slammed Kakashi against the door with your body, pressing your lips against his in an aggressive kiss.
Kakashi met your sudden kiss with no hesitation and just as much aggression. You could feel the clack of your teeth knocking together, but you couldn’t hear it over the door shaking in the frame. You sent a half-hearted apology to your neighbours for the kind of noises they were about to hear.
You kissed with urgency. Kakashi moaned into your mouth and his hands pawed at your waist. There weren’t any undertones of dominance or submissive yet, only passion. Your lips tangled with his as you pushed through the burning need for oxygen.
When you could hold out no longer, you pulled away and instead took the opportunity to nuzzle at Kakashi’s neck, inhaling his heady scent, and undo the buttons on Kakashi’s shirt.
“Your shirts still have too many buttons,” you panted against Kakashi’s skin. “I think we should burn them all.”
“If you want me naked, you just have to ask,” he said, chest heaving.
“Maybe I will.” You finished the last button, leaving Kakashi’s shirt to hang open. He was still wearing his tie and suit jacket, which framed the newly revealed sliver of skin. “Now that you’re not a big, fancy CEO, I can keep you as my naked butler.”
Kakashi snorted. “Of course, you’re into that.”
You pulled away from his neck and grinned, “How do you feel about cat ears?”
Kakashi didn’t seem to find your idea as amusing as you did. “You wish.”
You hummed in amusement, loosening his tie and throwing it behind you somewhere. His jacket quickly followed, crumpling on the ground at the base of the front door, leaving Kakashi in only his open shirt and trousers.
Kakashi, sensing the unfair differences in dress, attempted to liberate you from your shirt, but you caught both of his wrists in your hands and pinned them against the door.
“I can’t touch you? That’s hardly fair,” he pouted, playfully tugging at your restraint.
You slipped a knee in between his legs and ground it up against his crotch. Kakashi gave a hoarse gasp and folded forward slightly. “This isn’t supposed to be fair, Kakashi. Was it fair that you didn’t tell me of your resignation in advance? This is a punishment, darling.”
Kakashi growled lightly. You knew how much he loved to touch you, which is exactly why you denied him the honour. You growled back at him and to your delight, he immediately submitted, baring his neck. You nipped at the newly presented flesh, trying to keep yourself from getting too close to mating mark territory.
Maybe one day he would wear your mating mark, but today was not that day.
“Come on,” you said, pulling him forward by the belt. “I think it’s time we move to the bedroom before someone complains about the banging on the front door.”
“Do you have to tug me by my trousers?” Kakashi asked, although he didn’t do anything to stop you.
“Hmm, you’re right, this would be much easier with a lead, and a collar, of course.” You grinned at him with heavily lidded eyed. “Would you like me to get you your very own collar, ‘kashi?”
You were just testing the waters with that particular kink. It would be easy for him to write it off as a joke, like the cat ears, but if he liked it…
Kakashi’s pale skin lit up in a brilliant pink. Well, that answered that question.
“Figures. You’d look hot in a collar, puppy.”
“Shut up,” Kakashi mumbled weakly, still following you obediently.
On the way to the bedroom, Kakashi lost his shirt, his trousers, and his underwear, creating a trail of clothes to the bedroom like a strange R-rated version of Hansel and Gretel.
You entered your bedroom and flicked on the lights. Kakashi went to stand by the bed, seemingly waiting for your next instruction. Having a naked omega in your bedroom really was the best way to end a night.
Honestly, it was a shame you couldn’t have a naked Kakashi and naked Itachi here with you. That impossibility was far more tragic than your own untimely death.
“Now, what should I do for your punishment, Kakashi, hm?” you asked, tilting your head consideringly. “Should I replicate Makoto’s punishment? You seemed to enjoy that.”
You delicately rested your hands on his throat, teasing him with featherlight touches. Kakashi shuddered, and his eyes fluttered closed. You used both hands to complete the full collar effect around his neck, just as had been described in the Icha Icha book.
“It makes sense that you like collars, considering the amount of time you spend reading about Makoto wearing one. Is that why you like Icha Icha, Kakashi?”
“I told you, I read it for the story. It’s a masterpiece of—"
You gently applied a little more pressure to the sides of his neck and his weak argument went silent. You felt powerful watching him fold at your feet.
As much as asking him for his opinion on his punishment was a method of teasing him, you really did have to figure out what his punishment was going to be.
You hadn’t had much time to plan, and your flat was tragically empty of things like toys or bondage. You resolved to fix that if you ended up in this world, but that didn’t help you right now.
For anyone else, you might have considered just denying him pleasure while he pleasured you, but Kakashi was a service sub through and through. No, he wasn’t going to be allowed to touch you, but you weren’t going to touch him either. He needed to focus on his own pleasure, and just like that, the perfect idea sprang to mind.
“Get on the bed and present to me; I want to see that sopping hole of yours.”
You watched with rapt attention as Kakashi climbed onto your bed on all fours. He let his shoulders fall to the blanket and then, resting his weight on his shoulders, he reached behind him.
“That’s it,” you mumbled, almost drooling. “Show alpha that needy hole.”
Kakashi used his hands to bare his hole for you, holding it open for your scrutiny. And what pretty picture he made, just for you.
His hole was indeed sopping wet, glistening in the warm lighting as his fingers struggled to retain a grip on the slippery skin. His dick swung proudly downwards, framed by the A-line shape Kakashi had created with his thighs. It dribbled a few clear beads of precum onto your sheets, but the idea of having to grab a towel for your activities was quickly dismissed when you realised you couldn’t bare to take your eyes off your omega for even a second.
Kakashi’s muscles strained as he kept up the presenting position for you. Confidence practically oozed from every pore in his body, exemplified no better in the challenging grin he had on his face. Kakashi knew he was sexy, and he was willing to weaponize that against you as much as possible.
Once again, you were struck by how different he was from Itachi. Sex didn’t make Kakashi bashful, emotions did. Sex didn’t make him feel like a different person, it amplified his traits. Itachi had been the opposite in both.
Honestly, if an outsider had seen your two dimension choices, you wouldn’t have blamed them for assuming that two different people had been involved.
You sat on the edge of the bed and leant forward so that you face was eye height with his hole. It twitched under your scrutiny, and you couldn’t help but coo.
“What a pretty hole you have, omega.” You blew some cold air on it to watch it flinch. As it clenched, a drop of slick began to run down to his thighs. It was practically drooling for you, begging you to fill it with something.
Although the rest of Kakashi was very pretty indeed, his hole had to be one of his best features. Tragically, you hadn’t had much time to spend with it recently, with all the work you’d had to do. It was probably lonely without you, and that wouldn’t do.
Except… you studied it closely, noting the slight gape and softness that you didn’t expect. Maybe his hole hadn’t been as lonely as you’d thought, because he was far too stretched considering it had been more than a week.
Oh, you realised, smirking, big, bad, genius Kakashi had been touching himself. He had been lonely and horny as work kept you both apart, and he had decided to take matters into his own hands. You imagined him for a moment, splayed on the massive bed in his penthouse, one hand fucking himself and the other pressed over his mouth to keep himself from waking his dogs.
“Have you been lonely, Kakashi?” you asked, deciding to call him out on it.
“No?” You could hear the question in his voice; he didn’t know where you were going with this, and that made it sweeter.
“I only asked because, well,” -you paused for effect- “your hole is looking very ready right now. I wonder if perhaps you’ve been touching yourself without my permission.”
The pink flush crept down Kakashi’s back, and he turned to hide his face in your duvet; you’d caught him red handed.
“Ah, what a slutty puppy I have, hm?” Kakashi whined, and some more beads of pre cum splashed against the blanket. “Tell me, did you use a toy, or did you use your fingers?”
“Is that any of your business?”
“Kakashi…” you said, warning clear.
“…Fingers,” Kakashi said reluctantly, his voice muffled by your blanket. “I used my fingers.”
Perfect. “Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me how you fingered yourself, Kakashi. What position did you use? Show your alpha how you placated that slutty hole of yours.”
Hesitantly, Kakashi turned over so that he was laying on his back, legs splayed wide for your viewing pleasure. He then grabbed one of the decorative cushions and slotted it under his hips so that his hole was easier to reach. Kakashi held his lips between his teeth and brought a hand down so that his fingertips were resting on his hole.
“I did it like this…”
“I see,” you said, tilting your head at him. “And how many fingers did you use?”
“I started with one.”
You waved your hand at him to go ahead. “Show me how you did it.”
Kakashi slowly sunk his middle finger in, making an obscene squelching noise as he did. Clear fluid dripped out around his finger, and you were once again incredibly grateful for the immaculate horny imagery that the porn logic provided for you.
Idly, you wondered if he really had started with his middle finger, or if it was some kind of subtle ‘fuck you’. With Kakashi, you could never bee 100% sure.
He pumped the finger in a few times, obviously finding no resistance. His angry cock stood proudly, but Kakashi ignored it for the time being.
“But one finger didn’t satisfy you, did it? Your greedy hole needed more.”
Kakashi rolled his eyes but nodded, “I used two fingers next.” He didn’t need to be asked to show you this time, and his pointer finger soon joined his middle one.
Now he had two fingers, Kakashi picked up the pace and began periodically curling his fingers in search of that wonderful bundle of nerves. The wet noises increased, but Kakashi didn’t seem to be having much luck.
You watched as he got progressively more frustrated at his inability to find his prostate. He tried to hike his legs up further to get a better angle, but no luck. He tried switching hands, but it didn’t help at all. He even tried holding his breath at one point, just in case it had some kind of effect, but nothing.
His face scrunched up and he bared his teeth, but it wasn’t like his own body was going to somehow be intimidated into giving him what he wanted, so that didn’t work either.
You watched, baffled and slightly amused, as the wet patch underneath his hips grew larger and larger, completely soaking your decorative pillow, and yet Kakashi still couldn’t seem to get close to his orgasm.
For a moment, you wondered if something was wrong, before you realised what forces controlled the universe you were currently in. This was a punishment because Kakashi took an action without you. It only made narrative sense that he couldn’t find his own prostate and needed you to do it for him.
The lecherous grin that blossomed on your face would have likely scared more delicate omegas away.
You let him finger himself for almost ten minutes, at which point you could tell his hands were starting to cramp, and his face was bright red from exertion. His thighs were trembling, and he was sweating, but his release had escaped him the entire time.
You figured fifteen minutes of frustrating edging was enough punishment for now. You gently rested your hand on top on his, ceasing his frantic fingering. Carefully, you extracted his fingers with a wet plop. Kakashi whined, but you shushed him, putting his hand down on his stomach.
“It’s not going to happen on your own, darling, don’t you understand?” Kakashi peered up at you, panting. His eyes made it clear that he didn’t understand. “You need me to do it for you. I can make you feel so very good, but you need to learn to trust me. I know what you need, I can deliver what you need. You just” -you slipped two of your own fingers inside him- “need” -you pumped them slowly- “to trust” -you curled your fingers, immediately finding his swollen prostate with the power of porn logic- “me.” You pressed down on the bundle of nerves as hard as you could.
Kakashi gasped, his entire body lifting off the bed as he finally got a taste of the pleasure he had been desperately chasing. His cock was weeping, and you rolled his balls in your free hand, but stopped moving your fingers.
“Right there,” he panted, sounding close to tears. “Hit there again.”
You stared him down, pointedly not moving your fingers. “Why are you being punished, Kakashi?”
“What?!”
“Why are you being punished?” He glared at you, but you only raised an eyebrow at him, the same way he did to you so often when you first met.
“You’re playing this game now?” You refused to budge, and quickly, his desperation outweighed his pride. “Because I didn’t warn you that I was going to resign.”
“And why is that bad?”
Kakashi growled, “Because it concerned you and you deserved to know.”
“Apologise.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice desperate. He rocked his hips down on your fingers, muscles shaking. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, just please, get me off!”
It was hardly the most articulate or heartfelt of apologies, but you were happy to let it slide this time. You pumped your fingers in and out a few times and Kakashi relaxed. Now, you just had to curl your fingers just right, and— There!
You grinded your fingers into his prostate mercilessly. Kakashi’s eyes rolled backwards and the noise that escaped him was one of pure, toe curling, ecstasy.
“This feels better, doesn’t it, ‘kashi.” You didn’t phrase it as a question because you knew you were right. “That’s because I’m doing it. You’re so used to being the one in control, the one everyone comes to when they need help or advice, but deep down, you just want someone else to deal with everything, don’t you?”
Kakashi whined as you picked up the pace with your fingers. His prostate was so swollen that you caught it every time. When you used your other hand on his cock, his whine transitioned into an open-mouthed moan as Kakashi writhed on your bed.
You set a fast pace, but when you saw his balls tighten, you withdrew your hands completely. Kakashi thrashed in frustration, his swollen cock bobbing in the open air.
“Why’d you stop?” he asked, panting. His tongue was lolling out ever so slightly.
“Because you’re loose enough to take me now, Kakashi, why would I continue?” You maintained an innocent façade that Kakashi could obviously see through but couldn’t question. “Your punishment may be over, but my pleasure still outranks yours.”
Kakashi scoffed, but he was too far gone to successfully pretend that he was aching for your cock, so he remained quiet.
You decided it was time to strip. Your clothes were feeling a little tight in some key areas, and while the contrast between yours and Kakashi’s states of dress was sexy, you had had enough of wearing them.
Kakashi’s stare was red hot as it lingered on every piece of newly revealed skin, as your outfit was slowly shed. It was flattering how much pleasure he seemed to gain just from seeing you strip, and you couldn’t resist blowing him a little kiss as the final article of clothing fell to the floor. Like the utter dork he was, he mimed catching the kiss and then held that fist to his chest.
You crawled over him, giggling at his antics, as you settled in between his still splayed legs. You hummed, running your hands up and down his chest, your fingers catching on his pebbled nipples. “While this view is delectable, I was thinking about a slightly different position for the grand finale.”
“And what position would that be?”
With some difficultly, you pulled Kakashi up and slid yourself into his previous position, kicking the soaking cushion off the bed as you did. When you were finished, Kakashi was now the one hovering over you. You took advantage of your new position and stole a quick kiss from him.
“I think that it’s your turn to make me feel good,” you said, grabbing a hold of your cock and pumping it slowly. “How do you feel about riding me?”
You had a front row seat to the way Kakashi’s eyes dilated at your suggestion. He drew back, and his eyes flickered down to your dick. With obvious physical agreement, Kakashi straddled you, one knee either side of your hips, and replaced your hand with his own on your dick.
He sent you a sultry look, and then dragged the head of your dick back and forth against him, until the head caught of his loosened hole. Kakashi hovered there for a moment, until a drop of his slick ran down your dick.
“Tease me and I’ll edge you until you cry, Kakashi.”
He considered your challenge with a head tilt and eye smile. “If you say so.”
He slammed his hips down all at once, skin hitting skin with a wet slap. You choked at the sudden onslaught of sensations as his wet heat wrapped around you.
“Fuck, you are such a brat, you know that?”
“Me?” He put a hand against his chest in mock offence. “Never.” To emphasise his point, he drew his hips up until you almost slipped out, only to then drop his hips down all at once, again.
“Just get to it, pretty, before I go soft from boredom.” That was entirely a bluff, of course; you were incredibly hard and that wasn’t changing any time soon.
Kakashi did as you’d asked. At first, the pace of his hips was fast, but not particularly rhythmic. His thighs were incredibly muscular and had no trouble holding his weight as he bounced up and down, but you could tell that he had never done this before, so you settled your hands on his hips to help him.
“You don’t have to go all the way off every time,” you explained, holding him still. “Here, try moving your hips backwards and forwards for a bit, like you’re grinding.”
Kakashi tried what you were explaining, and you could tell immediately that it felt better for him, because his face screwed up in pleasure as his slid backwards and forwards on your hips, painting them with his slick.
From that point onwards, he alternated between powerful up and down riding, and sensual rocking. He seemed to delight in avoiding a noticeable pattern, so you could never quite predict when he was going to switch between them.
His gooey insides were your favourite place to be regardless, so you let him play how he wanted to. To retain some of your power, you took to plucking at his nipples whenever his pace flagged. While it was probably incredibly rude to compare two omegas’ nipples, you couldn’t help it. Itachi did have cuter nipples, it had to be said, but Kakashi had better pecs, so it evened out.
Again, you desperately wished James would tell you who created these drop dead gorgeous omegas, but extracting information from her was worse than pulling teeth.
As Kakashi continued to ride you, the squelching was so loud that you were certain that at least one of your neighbours was cursing you right now. Or maybe they were into it; it was a porn world.
The rhythmic slapping felt like a countdown to your impending orgasm, as something burning bubbled underneath your skin. You loved being more sensitive in porn worlds, but it did make it harder to last.
Kakashi was getting more desperate, too. Although his thighs were starting to slow from exertion, he was relentless in his riding. He moaned unabashedly as your knot started to inflate and catch on his rim.
Your instincts screamed at you to knot him. You felt delirious with pleasure, and you needed this pretty omega to take your seed. You needed to mark him, so that no one else, no clients, no colleagues, and no board members, would ever even consider touching him again.
You looked up at Kakashi as he hovered above you. His skin shined in the light, although it had nothing on the way his slick shined against your skin. “Good boy, you’re such a good boy, Kakashi, my good boy.”
Kakashi seized, and with a cry, he shot white ropes of cum all over your stomach and chest, while clear liquid forced its way past your dick and out into the open air. With each shot, Kakashi’s insides tensed and pulsed, and you couldn’t hold on any longer.
You came too, knot locking into place inside him, as you painted his insides white. You came so hard that you almost blacked out. You were more used to the increased number of cum shots now, but it still felt insanely good to ride the high of a good 50 seconds of orgasm.
Kakashi slowly fell forward, breathing harshly, until his face was resting beside yours. He was making a valiant effort to keep the majority of his weight off you, but that wasn’t what you wanted.
“Come here,” you said, tugging him down until his entire weight was resting on you. “That’s it, I’ve got you, you don’t need to worry about stuff like that, remember?”
Kakashi chuckled tiredly, “If you insist.”
You pressed a loving kiss to the side of his head, basking in the after glow as you both waited for your knot to deflate.
“Thank you,” Kakashi muttered, pressing a kiss against your shoulder.
“For what?”
“For staying with me.”
Guilt spiked inside your chest as you remembered the choice you were to have to make.
And of course, right at that moment, your vision faded out from the edges, dousing your vision in black. When light bled back in, Kakashi was nowhere to be seen. James was there instead, and you were back to standing in the middle of the library. You swallowed heavily as your final moments with Kakashi swelled up inside you as grief and longing.
You felt pretty rough.
“Welcome back, human,” James said, sounding quieter than normal. Her voice wasn’t really soft, but it was what you imagined she believed that soft was.
“Thanks, James.” Wow, even your voice sounded rough.
Like last time, James reached out to tap you on the head, but unlike the relief that had followed when your emotions were supressed, this time only made you feel worse as all the emotions from Itachi’s pocket dimension came flooding back in too. It made you feel like you were wearing a head several sizes too small.
You took a deep breath and tried to compartmentalise as much of what you were feeling as you could.
“I know you must be feeling overwhelmed, human alpha, but I must remind you that you will kill us both, along with many others, if you do not make a fast decision on which pocket dimension you wish to use the rest of your life energy in.” She straightened out both books in front of you on the library table. ‘Potions and Magic and Sex, Oh My!’ was on your right, while ’50 Shades of Audacity’ sat on your left.
“Fuck, James, how am I supposed to choose?” You slumped into one of the library chairs and put your head in your hands.
“I know this must be a difficult choice human. You performed remarkably in both worlds, and I am certain that both omegas love you dearly.” Ugh, that did not make you feel any better. “However, one of them will feel right in a way that the other doesn’t. Use your instincts, human, I trust that they will not steer you wrong.”
Your instincts? It felt like they were in a mess. You felt conflicting messages flood through you as your instincts screamed at you for even considering leaving either omega. But you had to leave one of them.
You closed your eyes and allowed your instinctual reaction to guide you. It was a mess in your head, but you didn’t have time to untangle anything.
“When you’re ready, put your hand on the book that you wish to enter.”
“James?” You opened your eyes and stared down at the weird Curator that had been guiding you all this time.
“Yes, human alpha?”
“Thank you for everything,” you said earnestly, sending her a smile. “I’m going to miss you.”
James seemed taken aback, but she eventually returned your smile. “I will miss you too, human. I will request to be the Curator to meet you here after your life energy is gone, so that I may escort you onwards.”
“Thanks James.” You kind of felt like crying, but you couldn’t delay this anymore. “I think I’m ready.”
Quickly, so that you couldn’t agonise over changing your mind, you slapped your hand down on world that you wanted, and everything went dark.
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Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 24]
And it's the last thing he would have wanted her to do :(
Once again, want to draw your attention to the fact that Julith doesn't seem to really care about Joris. She just set him and Bakara free to get hit by lasers and once he told her "I will never allow this to happen" she stopped paying attention.
Like, did her love hinge on the condition he didn't disagree with her or what? I am insane about her various behaviours and weird way of loving (AKA she doesn't really love anyone besides Jahash, and she might not really love Joris that much either. because she's like. known him for a day and 80% of it he called her cringe(because she's cringe))
Man, I know ankama didn't think about this all so deeply. They were like "cool lasers go pew pew pew". But I'm the CEO of caring too much. So I will literally do just that.
Anyway, her parenting style (setting him loose under some deadly lasers) reminds me of Kerubim, except she's doing this on purpose. yaay.
Joris has GOT to be in a literal state of shock and dissociation by now. Not even years of therapy will fix this.
By now he's seen roughly 1000 and 6 people die.
I've seen headcanons of him keeping his mother's cape. And while imagining Joris with a cool cape is nice and all, I really doubt he Would Fucking Do That.
Not because you can get it as a cosmetic item in Dofus MMO (you can, but it's dubiously canon imo). I just think he fucking hates her and wouldn't want that thang in his house.
It's just him VS. her now.
There's a heaviness to this. All of them (save for maybe Lilotte) have the knowledge that whoever hits the Dofus will get exploded together with them. But with the rush of adrenaline, inexperience of everyone involved (only warriors actively think "oh I am going to DIE for real this time"), and the "if we don't act now 1000 people will die" of this situation, I really doubt either of them thought too hard about it all.
But I think that once you're all alone with that thought - and it's obvious that it's you, who will have to do it, it sinks in a little better.
He looks so distraught...
Inside me are two wolves: one of them is saying, "Joris is so brave yet so scared. He knows he will probably not survive this, and he's 10, and, and--" and the other says "JORIS JURGEN SUICIDAL HEROISM MOMENT NUMERO UNO!!!!!"
Both of them are equally insane.
I NEED these frames injected into my bloodstream.
One counterpoint I can think to why Julith is so worried about this despite setting him free to roam under the deadly lasers, is that, as the guardian of the Ebony Dofus, she could simply go "Not that one. let that one live. No, you can kill the blonde that looks like my husband, I don't give a shit about her. But the weird little boy? Don't kill him."
But this is just me trying to fix Ankama's fucky-wuckies with my imagination.
It's jojover. Just completely and irreparably jojover.
This scene always gives me chills, more so than any other insanely evil interaction between Joris and Julith.
There are a lot of ways this scene gets me (imagine me putting on the tinfoil hat from my Aux Tresors kerulou days. I am about to be that insane): The way she envelops him stops any and all movement of him and his Dofus completely, and wipes out all the sound and momentum.
He is completely helpless against how easily she stopped him and took his only way to save everyone from him.
As he falls to the ground, there's a little sense of dreaminess to it — the cape seems far bigger than it should be, the time before he hits the floor seems longer than it should be — and make no mistake, it is on purpose. Seconds before he falls we are shown the floor, and it seems vaguely closer to us at the first glance, than the distance he falls. It's unexpected, it's destabilizing.
It's like he is dissociating, from the horror of not being able to do this.
It's like a nightmare.
And after doing this irreparable evil, and taking his one way of stopping this evil, she looks at him as if he is a tiny, stupid little thing, that doesn't know what it is doing.
As if it's not her fault that his only choice is doing something that will kill him, just to stop her.
And listen. There's guilt too. Because Joris is the one who allowed her to get the Ebony Dofus back. If he survives this and nobody else does, do you think he could ever forgive himself?
She's making him responsible for this.
They will never get to speak, but Jahash is happy, with what Joris has tried to do.
...Unlike Julith, who was reminded of Jahash by Joris's blue eyes, — I bet Jahash thinks they're similar to Bakara's.
There are so many emotions here. He will never get to speak to this man. This man is happy abotu what Joris has done. This man is the reason Joris's life is utterly ruined.
Is Jahash's smile an "I'm sorry that you have to do this, and see this," or "I'm proud of you," or "I wish things were different," or a mixture of all of them?
Joris will never get to know.
He saw something in her that other people didn't see.
She never really wanted to be a "butcher". Even if she could not overpower that destiny, — after Bonta took away her entire family and future, may I add, — the fact that she tried to begin with is saying a lot.
The look he gives her is something between "please don't prove me wrong" and "this isn't you".
I think she realizes now that there is no future where she, Jahash, and Joris are together and happy.
Four lives, in three generations of this family, ruined and uprooted and destroyed, because of some petty politics that were happening behind their backs.
I truly despise Bonta.
It's quiet. The only sound is his own heartbeat. Nothing seems quite real. He can barely believe that maybe she will stop this madness herself.
There is only one kind of reunion that they may have.
No matter how much she wanted a happier ending.
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Thank you for the rules link!! So I was wondering about headcanons (or whatever you want tbh) about Reo falling for a reader that doesn't even give him the time of the day lol like reader thinks he's a standard rich boy, you know? So they avoid him at first until Reo manages to win them over. Take all the time you need of course, and thank you if you accept my request!! 💕
REO MIKAGE with a s/o that avoids him 🌿
content. fluffy hc about our fav rich boy + g/n reader!
author’s note. hi love! tysm for requesting, i hope you like this mix between hcs and a drabble, i’ve enjoyed writing them + reo is so cute i can’t.
reo mikage is a rich boy. everyone knows it.
also if he’s not that “rich kid” who just flexes around how much money he has, you’ve always been quite suspicious about his behaviour.
obviously, reo is handsome, smart and also good ad football, basic characteristics of any wealthy boy.
your friends always told you that his future is already planned: reo will be the ceo of his family’s business, he will marry someone rich and he will live the life that everyone dreams.
a lot of people in your school crush on him, for real: reo is friendly, slefless and “fun to be around”, as many students say.
honestly, you’ve never spent so much time with him, just the plain small talk when you were forced to. you aren’t really interested in getting on well with him, but still, being polite is always a good thing.
until he started to try to talk to you more frequently.
“omg, i think he might like you!” these are your best friend’s words every time reo gets near you. “you should give him a chance, for real” and then you just shrug it off.
“hey, y/n, i was wondering if we could work together for the chemistry project that was assigned today” reo is always smiling. always.
“i’m sorry, yuri asked me to do it with her just about ten minutes ago” you answer, lying. you aren’t interested in going to his enormous house or in inviting him to your modest apartament.
“oh, sorry for bothering you, i’ll ask someone else then, have a nice day!” he didn’t seem too in the beginning.
“nagi, why are they avoiding me?”
he is determined to get to you, also if you reject him.
reo doesn’t know why he got so interested in you: it was probably because you’re the only one who tries to “escape” from him, and he isn’t able to find an answer.
he is quite stubborn, so if he wants something, he will do everything he can to get it.
he wants to know you. he wants to understand why you’re behaving like that when he’s around. he wants to know stupid stuff about you, like your favourite film or food. he likes you, a lot, but it seems that you don’t like him.
you’ve noticed that, recently, reo has been around you more often than usual.
paired with that, your friends have already created a ship name for you and reo.
why does he want to talk to me so much? shouldn’t he be interested in talking with other high-class students?
it has been three weeks since reo started to be around you more than required, but now you want to know why he’s doing that.
so, when he’s walking behind you, you suddenly turn and ask “reo, why do you keep following me everywhere? it’s quite annoying”
reo’s face says all: he’s astonished. he wasn’t expecting this.
“i’m really sorry, i just wanted to get to know you more”
you blink. why does he want to?
“listen, i know that i might look like the standard rich boy who is nice to everyone just because i want to be appreciated, but i really want to get to know you”
you just stand there, crossing your arms.
“please, give me just one chance. i’d like to try to change your opinion on me” he asks.
“okay, show me”
and then something *clicks*
also if it felt weird at first, reo always offers to carry your gym bag because “it’s heavy, i don’t want you to get tired”
small acts of service that make your heart melt.
he’s not treating you like a deity, he’s just doing what he’s good at besides football, being caring.
“i took an extra water bottle for you at the vending machines, it’s quite hot today, so don’t get dehydrated during lessons”
reo remembers everything about you. you’ve had a test this morning? he’ll ask you how it went and, if you said you might have failed it, he will reassure you.
he cares a lot about your mental and physical health. being an athlete has taught him a lot of things about that.
congrats! you now are the main gossip topic at school.
actually, you begin to appreciate reo more. he’s definitely not the type of person you were expecting.
he’s caring and sweet by nature, not because he’s rich and wants to be loved by everyone.
you now tend to open up with him more, and he’s very happy about that. reo is aware that you trust him much more than your first meetings.
“you know, i’m glad that you accepted to give me a chance”
you smile, “actually, i quite like you to be honest. i thought you were just a mere rich teenager who only thought of himself” you confess “that’s why i used to stay far away from you”
“you just ‘quite like’ me? i don’t believe you” he smiles back and laughs at your words. “however, i’m happy that you’ve changed opinion about me. i was curious to get to know you, but you always escaped in some way”.
“i like you, reo”
“oh, i see… so, would you like to get a coffee in a fancy place after school?” he asks, hoping for your positive answer.
“i’d love that” 🫶🏻
@rindouheart ‘s headcanons — 01122023
#mikage reo#mikage reo x reader#reo x reader#blue lock reo#bllk reo#reo mikage#bllk x y/n#bllk headcanons#bllk#bllk imagines#blue lock#blue lock x y/n#blue lock x reader#blue lock x you#bllk scenarios
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OK SO,
I’m guessing Batman/Joker: Switch (2003) is a bit niche since I hadn’t heard of it until really recently. But as the CEO of niche quasi character studies of the Joker from the early 2000s I’ve gotta give this one it’s flowers.
It starts out with an interesting premise that it doesn’t really use, but the opener is this:
So I was super hyped thinking this was gonna be one of those awful medical malpractice character studies that I love, where it examines what happens when you forcibly unravel the Joker personality with deeply unethical therapy.
(I love that concept and trust I’m writing a batjokes fic about something similar.)
But working on that theory, Batman comes to London to find Joker who has been let loose after what seems like a very unethical surgery where someone removed his smile and put it on the back of his neck. He’s not quite himself, getting a bit lost in the lines between himself and Batman, wandering around trying to solve what happened to him and forgetting to eat or take care of himself.
Which is where we get this great moment:
I love it. The second somebody genuinely cares and intervenes on his behalf he assumes it’s Batman.
I really like the way the panels are drawn here, leaning into the surrealism of Joker's wide eye, and the smile in the place it shouldn't be, it's all very Dali. This, in combination with the fairly rare show of vulnerability from Joker, and the totally disconnected nonsense way he speaks in this one, really heightens that feeling of 'oh there's something wrong here', it's weird seeing a broadly sympathetic take on Joker.
But they know each other too well, because upon showing up, forcibly giving him medication is actually one of the first things Batman does.
Batman reclassifies the lines between them, actually helping Joker get back to his baseline self. He doesn't capitalise on the confusion as a means of pacifying Joker or anything, he just rigidly reinforces the status quo- returning Joker to himself and putting them both back in Arkham.
But then we learn the real kicker: Joker asked for the surgery. It's really interesting to see the collage of his behaviour from far away, because this pretty extreme facial self-mutilation for the sake of a wider point, or just for comedy we won't see again for 10ish years, until he gets his face taken off by the Dollmaker before DOTF.
Just to quickly return to the initial vulnerability from Joker this issue teases the reader with. It does strike a fairly sympathetic tone, framing Joker as the victim of some cruel joke for once, removing his smile. But now we know he asked for it, literally. It isn't so much an ‘oh he got what he was coming to him’, but that the sheer amount of pain, psychological, physical pain the Joker experiences every day, due to this lifestyle he has chosen, is all still a direct result of his own choices. One bad day, or whatever backstory he may have had that led him here, we know that it is categorically not the only option. He is truly the architect of his own misery, he very much was the first victim of the Joker, and I find it interesting that this comic forces you to take that perspective. That even a vulnerable, half-starved and mentally confused Joker is this way because he "begged" for it, and is now facing the consequences of his own actions, with the faith that Batman will care enough to save him.
#batjokes#shaking with the effort of not mentioning Batman: cacophony again#because yes this is another comic where another villain banks on Batman being distracted with Joker#yes it’s kinda great#joker meta#batjokes meta
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SEONGHWA: Dirty Laundry
Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x Fem!Reader
Genre: angst.Just angst.
TW: mention of cheating
Inspired by Dirty Laundry -Carrie Underwood
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Laundry Day.
Not your favourite day,but it has to be done.You collected every single piece of clothing that is spread around the house.
Normally,Seonghwa isn't one to just throw his clothes around,but surprisingly you find more clothes of him flying around than your own.
The last piece in your shared bedroom is one of his many white button-downs,the ones he's always wearing for work.It's been hanging over the chair since yesterday,and it was annoying you.You didn't like clothes hanging on your work chair.
So,collecting it as well,something was off.You couldn't put your finger on it,it's just that it seems like something that shouldn't be.
Shrugging it off,you made your way to your laundry room,throwing everything in the washing machine.Just before your were about to also put the shirt in,you saw a pink stain on its collar.
You don't wear pink.
At least not this kind of pink,only some lip tint from time to time.
Something else also caught your eye.A red wine stain.
You hate red wine.
You don't drink much anyway,but if you're drinking it's only white wine.
Now you also realised where your weird feeling from before came from.
The shirt smells like perfume.A cheap perfume.You don't want to brag,but it smells at least 40$ cheaper than yours does.
Tears form in your eyes,as everything finally makes sense.The late coming home,Seonghwa not spending time with you,him washing his shirts immediately after changing into his casual clothes.You don't wanna believe it.You can't believe it.
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"Baby?I'm sorry for coming home late again,I got caught up with...why are you drinking on a Wednesday night?" Seonghwa asks as he stepped into the house,seeing you at the kitchen table,a wine glass in your hands.
"I did the laundry today" you said,voice missing any emotions.
"You didn't have to,baby.I told you I will do it" he slightly smiled,but something about your voice and you not looking at him made him anxious.
"Who is she?" You then asked,still not looking at him.
"Who is who?"
"The girl you slept with." Now you finally looked at him,surprised to see the tears forming in his eyes.
"Baby,I..." He couldn't form right sentences.
"I saw your shirt from yesterday.The lipstick,the wine stain,the smell...it was pretty obvious" you put down the glass,your face still not showing emotions.
"Baby..." his voice trembled.He felt pathetic.Which right does he have to cry now?
"I'm kinda surprised I didn't realise it earlier.Maybe I just didn't want to think about it or you're way too good at hiding those things."
You stood up from the chair and grabbed the small backpack from underneath the table.
"W-wait.Where are you going?" Seonghwa asked,his voice filled with panic.
"Do you really think I'd stay here?I called Hongjoong,he will pick up the rest of my stuff the following days." You said while putting on your shoes and your coat on.
Before leaving,you took one more glance at your now ex boyfriend,who's lip is trembling and with tears rolling down his cheek.
"I-" he choked on a sob that escaped his lips. "I'm sorry" he whispered.You just gave him a nod.
"You should be" that was the last thing you said to him before leaving the house,and Seonghwa's life.
Little did he know,your tough behaviour was just an act,then as soon as you stormed in Hongjoong's studio,you broke down.
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Meowdy! I saw that you don't like Spider-Man/Deadpool (the comic obvs) and I was just wondering why? Just out of curiosity. I really liked most of it, though I'll easily admit the whole thing certainly has Flaws. Many of them. But like, what was it that got under your skin?
there’s a lot of reasons why the sm/dp series just didn’t work for me - i’ll write it in a fragmented, non-committal sort of way. like how they wrote the sm/dp series.
first off the bat - ceo peter parker is not peter parker. i don’t think any attempt any writer made to tackle the concept of ceo multi-billionaire peter parker was good or thoughtful or in-character. it’s so, so far flung from who peter parker is, and what he’s representative of, and not a single writer was thoughtful enough to approach it in any sort of way that could preserve him. ceo peter parker was bad. bad concept. bad execution. and it feels like such a waste that of all the peter parkers we could’ve had in a sm/dp series, we had to have ceo peter parker in it. bad timing.
two - i think the series does very poorly to establish wade and peter as characters before throwing us into the whole “role reversal” schtick. it kind of assumes you know these characters, and sure - that’s fine, we kind of do, but we don’t know these versions of these characters. i think marvel takes it for granted, a lot of the time. every book does have a slightly different version of a character. nicieza’s deadpool is not the same as duggan’s deadpool. they have completely different behaviours - they’re practically new characters. so each book had to set up those characters again - it’s vital to set up who these characters are, and how they’ll behave, without just - having us need to assume it. a big problem i have is with the sm/dp series attesting time and time again that peter parker is a good person without anything in the text proving it. he doesn’t do anything good or heroic before the role reversal. we’re told he’s good, but all i see is a jack-off. sure. he’s spider-man, we’re meant to assume he’s good, by reputation. but no. you have to show it, or i have no reason to root for him at all. and i don’t.
three - so very personal and subjective but the series just isn’t funny. the jokes aren’t funny. i’d forgive so much if the jokes were funny. but they’re not funny.
four - i just - the fragmented nature of the sm/dp series is so, so frustrating. it’s like nobody wanted to be there for too long. i feel like a good run should have just the one writer, and have cohesion. for it to feel like a solid run. the sm/dp series was so fragmented and so, so difficult to read. i’ve attempted to read it start-to-finish multiple times and it’s such a frustrating process every time. every time there are issues i’m begging to skip. it’s an almost impossible read for me. there’s no consistency - there’s very little in the way of satisfyingly wrapped-up storytelling, and i’m just confused throughout the entire thing.
five - just all in all the disappointment that there is a spider-man and deadpool series that inexplicably features versions of the characters i just don’t care about. how? how is it possible that i, the biggest spider-man and deadpool geek in the world ever just... not find anything to enjoy about the sm/dp series? how do you mess up that bad. them standing next to each other should be enough to make me happy and yet. and yet.
six - i think the “wade is healed and handsome because morally and mentally he is good” approach is ugly and i hate it.
seven - peter parker says the word “pwnage”. i have never wanted to die more.
eight - theres a weird artist that makes peter parker look like a blow-up doll. don’t like it.
nine - i never wanted to see old senile spideypool either. they have to be hot and hunky at all times what is the point otherwise.
10 - i haven’t even gotten to the “ending” which everyone is collectively mad about. i haven’t even been able to read it. i’ve tried, so many times but somehow, in some way, i haven’t managed. i don’t know how i’ve failed so many attempts to read it. i feel like the universe just doesn’t want me to.
11 - one time while reading it i got so drunk i projectile vomited
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So I've been thinking quite a lot about a lot of things since Tae debuted since the release of slow dancing and I've decided to put my thoughts into words
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So since Tae released and debuted officially there's been a lot going on around his debut at the same time nothing at all. I'm very surprised by the company's quietness. Hybe's quietness. Geffen records quietness I haven't seen a single post from the companies with regards to the debut and the release.
It's so bad like really bad. I'm pretty sure he's rethinking his decisions maybe wishes he has taken a different route because his debut is not that much different from the rap line. It'll be by luck if he sees the bb100 top 30. I mean the schedule was fucked up. How do you release the same day as the industries plant and expect good results. Kths trydefending themselves by saying that he didn't have a Collab before his debut like the other members. That's not an excuse good enough it's not a valid excuse at all considering that fact he "the most popular idol". You should have to have excuses when it comes to delivering. I knew they wouldn't do good in streams but I thought they could do better in MV views considering the fact that when they called him the most famous idol they would bring fancam views and engagements as evidence. By the way is it only me who notices that not only army has stopped posting updates about jimin they have stopped completely engaging in his posts and brand posts.?
So with what's going on rn. Many thought that scooter probably has beef or a problem with jimin but it doesn't only seem like that but it's also crystal clear that they're indeed pushing the "Jungkook biggest pop star" agenda. It's clear now that they've invested in jk only. Which makes me raise an eyebrow with regards to the group's future
Whilst on JK. I truly don't get him now. Idk I feel like whatever ever it is that he's doing its definitely not good and it's going to backfire in the long run. First of all his behaviour during the second chapter is very mhhhh. Idk he's been serving weird vibes and I feel like this is the real him. He's done concealing and putting on a facade and his personality is pure shite. First of all he smokes that's not very surprising to me. He's always wanted to be viewed as this tough guy, nonchalant guy who got zero chill and gives zero fucks. He's drank on live showed alcohol on a live not even Jin the CEO of Jinhit does that he's always made sure not to show alcohol when he drinks on a live. He's smoking nicotine and all that shite he probably smokes a blunt too. He's got a whole sleeve of tattoos. All these things I think he's tryna appears tough and all. But he behaves like a teen going through adolescent. You're 26 grow tf up and stop lurking on the internet, tryna be a bad boy you're half way to your thirties. Behave like your age.
And a part of me thinks this may all be fabricated, with the bad boy, fuck boy image he tryna have for his debut looking at seven the lyrics and all that now seen in the streets of NY smoking clearly looking at a camera knowing his being photographed, looks staged to me. When he was in SK he clearly panicked in that live when his vape was visible, that doesn't seem nonchalant to me because of he doesn't really give a fuck he should have gave a fuck then also, because he tries hiding the vape then. He might just be seen making out with a female or in a club somewhere with strippers shaking their ass on him. Which reminds me of the wild JB during his debut years scandal after scandal. Classic.
With all that's going on rn idk if BTS is really going to come back as a group in 2025 if they come back as a group jk is going to stand out like a sore thumb because you can't try and convince me that the members are absolutely okay with this. Them getting the bare minimum and jk getting everything. There's already been a shift in the group's energy you can see who's who. That ot7 shite don't exists no more. Tell me why would scooter invest millions on a guy that'll be gone in the next 7-8 months unless he's not going to serve with the rest of the group or when BTS comes back they'll be ot7 with the maknae gone. Gone to be the biggest pop star.
If BTS comes back in 2025 it'll be very much forced. Namjoon before FACE. He looked like he was done with the group barely mentioning it he looked like he was happy being a solo because his album was doing good. The FACE was released nigga was on some "I want better numbers" blah blah. He became jealous and insecure. Then there's yoongi with his bitchy attitude towards jimin which I won't even address. Then there's Tae and Jimin whom it is very clear that they're divorced the friendship is gone they're no longer close everybody can see. Now tell me how would it look like if they bahave like besties in their comeback when we clearly know they're not that close anymore? The there's JK, I know none of the members are okay with this preferred treatment him being treated like the next MJ. So you tryna when they come back as group if they will, it'll be rainbows and sunshine's, ot7 forever? Hell no.
There's alot going on rn. Tae trying to feed his delulu shippers by name dropping jk 100 times before his debut. Jk in his emo era again can't wait for jimin's birthday I want to see something
Well well well
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idk why but i thought of sam and fear play. i guess those yandere!sr headcanons and your dark!sam post are getting to me.
anyways, dark!sam x reader hcs?
— @staif-and-broulderbeans-anon
@staif-and-broulderbeans-anon
as the ceo of sam simps i formally apologise for taking so damn long on this ask lmao. i hope u can forgive me because this is so long and also i learned tumblr has a character limit whilst writing this which i did not know
tw: sam is a disgusting creep and a massive stalker in this, noncon/rape, assault, threats of murder, actual fucking murder, knife play, fear play, kidnapping, somnophilia, dacryphilia, possessive behaviour, general scumbaggery, yandere!sam, dark!sam, afab reader, i think this one is WAY more fucked up than the other one and i am SO SORRY
the time you think you met sam for the first time and the actual first time he saw you are very different. it was in passing at your workplace, a shitty 24/7 chain convenience store that you always managed to have the night shifts for.
it was getting late, but you still had quite a few more hours before the next guy came in to take over, and with no customers you found yourself drifting off at the counter, slumping in your seat as you took a much needed nap.
thing is, you did have a customer. sam's just far too good at being silent, standing off in the corner as he tries to figure out which iced coffee he's going to buy.
he peers around the shelves, spotting you, peacefully drifting off, messy hair framing your pretty face. you are absolutely adorable.
since there's nobody else in the shop, he spends a good few minutes walking around to make it seem like he's browsing the goods, when in reality he's watching you intently, drinking in every single detail of the scene like he's a man dying of dehydration
here's the thing about dark/yandere!sam. sam knows what he's doing is incredibly fucking creepy and weird. he just doesn't care. boundaries are a myth to him, but at the same time he has no illusions about what he's doing. he enjoys the feeling of power it gives him, the way he could scare someone into isolation with just a few well timed encounters. he's a massive sadist.
sam, having figured out where the cameras are by now, stands in a spot where he knows that he wont be spotted as he begins to take photos of you, taking a short video of the way your chest rises and falls.
he leaves without buying anything. why would he disturb you when you so clearly need it?
when you wake up, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. which you are. you very much are.
sam starts to stalk you online. he finds out every single detail he can, your social media accounts, your previous places of employment, everywhere you've lived, everywhere you've ever attended school or university, the works. he creates an entire batch of dummy accounts with false identities to follow you on accounts and to drop seemingly innocuous comments to record your responses.
within a month, he knows more about you than you could've ever possibly imagined. and you still don't even know he exists.
another thing is that he's done this to others before. but they rarely ever get past this first stage because they stop being interesting to him. not you, though. you're not so lucky.
the stalking escalates soon after to real life. you never see him, not once, as he slowly begins to map out your entire routine and lifestyle by following you.
he takes lots and lots of photos, and every single one goes up on the walls of his spare room. it's getting hard to see the original paint, and he's started having to layer photos on top of each other in some places, which upsets him.
you're taking over his entire life. you're all he thinks about. you are everything he's ever wanted and ever needed.
it goes on like this for three months before he finally 'meets' you, and even then it's been set up entirely for his own benefit.
you've just gotten some takeaway from this one place you really like when it starts pouring outside. you groan, knowing that you've got to walk home and your umbrella mysteriously vanished from your workplace just a few days ago. (sam has it.)
like a guardian angel, sam appears. he's got a big enough umbrella for the two of you and just so happens to be going in the same direction as your house. how convenient! he offers to walk with you.
you're suspicious of him at first, because it's some stranger who's come out of nowhere, but he seems to legitimately be going in the same direction as you and you really don't want to get your food wet. you agree, but keep one hand on the pepper spray in your pocket the whole time.
you chat to him on the walk back and he seems... actually quite nice! somehow, you end up with his number, and the two of you start messaging.
slowly but surely, sam begins to worm his way into your life. he doesn't rush it- no, he knows that this is a process that takes time. you need to trust him, and he is willing to wait his whole life for you.
despite all of this, he doesn't introduce you to sr. yes, he is an incredibly patient man, but if he has to take... drastic measures, he doesn't want them asking about why you've gone missing.
don't worry, you wont be dead! you'll just be tied up somewhere super safe where nobody can ever hurt you :)
sam's got a big house in a remote area. he slowly renovates one of the rooms into a perfect place to hold you, just in case
after all, he's hoping he wont ever need it. if all goes well, you won't need an introductory period where you get used to your new life, you'll just be sleeping with him from the get-go
still, he is patient. he waits. he wants everything to be picture perfect.
one day, though, you manage to test his patience a bit too much.
you don't mean to. it's just that for the very first time in the two years you've known him, you've decided to go on a date. you tell sam about the guy you're seeing, not knowing that you've given him enough information to find him.
sam is patient, but sam does not like competition. it doesn't take him much to abduct and kill them in the small apartment he rented to pretend he lived in for when you came over (he was intending to pretend that he'd just purchased his big house later down the line to convince you to move in with him)
unbeknownst to him, you already trust him far more than he thinks.
you've made your way to his apartment to ask if you can spend the night with him watching shitty horror movies instead because you're not actually too comfortable with the date and you're regretting it, only to find him halfway through butchering the man, covered in blood.
you don't even get the chance to scream. he knocks you out then and there, lamenting about how all his well-laid plans have gone to waste.
when you wake up later, it's to pleasure. you moan slightly in your half-awake stupor, too tired to really realise what's going on. is this a wet dream? it feels good, gentle hands touching you just where you want them to be.
it's only when sam laughs softly that you wake up fully, panic overtaking you.
you're tied to a wooden chair, all of your clothes having been pulled off. sam's hands rest on your thighs as he buries his face in your crotch, kissing and licking you as you squirm. you've only just woken up, but you already feel so incredibly overstimulated, his every movement sending shocks through your body.
sam takes his time. he wants to savour every single part of you.
you dont know how long he spends inbetween your legs, his beard brushing up against your skin and making you shiver. you do know that by the time he's finally has his fill you've cum at least thrice, legs shaking uncontrollably.
when he does finish, he crawls up onto your lap, kissing you gently, running his hands through your hair as he grinds his hips slightly, bulge incredibly visible in his tight pants. he's still fully clothed.
you sob uncontrollably, begging him to stop. your crying only turns him on more, and he leans in to lick your tears off your cheeks, an action that stuns you into horrified silence.
he unzips his pants, pulling out his erect cock and letting it rest on your stomach so you can see just how much you turn him on. precum begins to slowly leak down onto your skin, and you whimper pathetically.
he pulls a knife from his pocket, and slowly begins to trail it across your skin.
you yelp, telling him that you'll do anything as long as he doesn't hurt you. he coos at you, leaving hickeys on your neck.
this knife isn't to ensure your compliance. it's because sam wants to watch you bleed.
gently, he begins to leave shallow cuts along your body. they wont scar (too bad), but they will sting and they will most certainly bleed. every time he starts to drag the blade across your body you can see how his dick twitches in excitement
he begins to move, cutting away the ropes binding your legs before lifting them up and gripping onto them tightly so that he has better access to you, positioning himself at your entrance
you dont get any warning when sam slips his cock inside of you, beginning to thrust into you. again, he wants to take his time and drag this out as long as he possibly can, but it's so hard when you feel so fucking good.
it's like a switch has flipped. he becomes aggressive, grabbing you by your hair to force you to lift your head and look at him as he holds the knife to your neck. his thrusts become rougher, making the wooden chair creak with the force he's exerting.
the knife is right above your jugular, ready to drain the blood from you in one swipe. you know he can do it, too. you've already seen him murder another human. what's one more?
"beg." he hisses into your ear, grip tightening on your hair. "beg for me to fuck you, you fucking whore, or i'll slit your throat right here." the knife pushes harder into your skin, breaking the very top layers of skin and allowing a tiny amount of blood to run down your neck. "beg for me. tell me you want it, baby. i know you want it. let me hear you scream, or i'll fucking make you."
you beg. you plead for him to fuck you harder, to keep going, to be as rough with you as he likes. he listens, grabbing your jaw and forcing him to kiss you before biting down onto your shoulders, grip so tight you feel like you're going to bruise
you can't stop the broken moans that spill out of you as he slams into you over and over again. he laughs. "you're so much tighter when you're scared, darling. it's so fucking good"
you shudder as he finishes inside of you, warmth flooding in. he pulls out, grabbing his phone and taking a photo of his cum spilling out, bruises beginning to form on your body as cuts scab over
the switch flips again and he goes back to gentle and caring, brushing your hair from your eyes as he gazes at you with so much love in his eyes that it feels like it will burn you, slowly starting to take care of your superficial wounds
sam's so happy to have you, and you've got a very long time to learn to love him the way he loves you
#ngl i wanted to add some more but i thought i'd be crossing a few lines since it was very dark#smut headcanon#smut#sam x reader#broulder x reader#dark!sam x reader#dark!broulder x reader#yandere!sam#noncon warning#this one. yikes
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hey danny how was succession?? i would love to hear ur thoughts
also i’ve never seen a single ep of the show i just know there’s a beautiful lady and i am not worried abt spoilers. what went down i wish to know all ur thoughts
OH IT WAS REALLY GOOD. uhhh brief summary shiv (the beautiful lady) has been working with matsson who is attempting to buy the company against the wishes of roman and kendall (brothers) so at the beginning of the ep her and kendall were trying to amass votes from the board members for their respectives sides of the deal. THEN their mom called them and said roman was "delicate" and with her so they went to her like resort house. bunch of sibling fighting and then kendall found out and told the siblings that matsoon WASNT planning on giving shiv any power if the deal went through and was looking for replacements for her so shiv decided to go in with the boys and try to tank the deal. they swam together and made kendall drink a NASTY smoothie to "crown" him as the new ceo and it was like heartbreakingly sweet which was followed by a DIFFERENTLY heartbreaking scene where they went to divvy up logans remaining possessions with connor (oldest brother, different mother, not involved in the business) and he was playing a "virtual dinner party with dad" where he was like. reciting poems with his buddies and singing and well everyone onscreen was crying and so was i because it was SO WEIRD to see logan in such a different setting and behaviour than the literal entire rest of the show
THEN THE BOARD MET and it was a 6-6 split for wether or not the company sells. shiv was the tiebreaker and she hesitated and ran out and then kendall came after her and started YELLING at her and like attacked roman and her and then shiv went back and voted against kendall which just DECIMATED him. business stuff blah blah tom (shivs husband, tenuous relationship there) is going to be the puppet CEO for matsson and the episode ends with kendall looking like hes abt to drown himself in the ocean, roman at a bar smirking to himself, and tom and shiv in the backseat of their chauffered car limply holidng hand and both looking SO dead inside.
SO OVERALL I REALLY LIKED IT. i think the ep did a good job of showing like. the places where siblinghood and the business stuff intersect and interfere with each other and how logans abuse has and will affect all the kids in different ways. the cycles stay cycling, as they say. AND ALSO how even the relationship logan had with connor vs the "old guard" of people who work for him vs the other three kids was all different and like. idk. the last few eps especially have been driving home how no one knew logan for a variety of reasons and so seeing him laughing and joking at a dinner party was especially jarring.
the acting and direction and camerawork was MASTERFUL as always but especially kieran culkin (roman) was just. annihilating to watch. i think that no one really got a happy ending as is realistic for this kind of situation but (ive been talking w nico abt this all day) it seems like roman has the most of a chance to get out of it bc he like. very much accepted by the end that all of the siblings were kind of hollow nothing people who shouldnt have been running the business whereas kendall cant accept that at all and even if shiv did, shes now just a powerful mans pregnant wife. good closure overall without wrapping everything up unrealistically neatly
THANK YOU FOR ASKING MATT sorry for the essay askdjfh
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Blue Archive: RABBIT Squad and the Mystery of the Missing Shrimp (iOS)
It’s funny to see Shadow Over Innsmouth references in a game like this, and a bit funnier still to see it then rubbish over the very idea of a spooky weird cult town. The Rabbit lot getting a little bit of unmitigated fun is nice to see after what they get put through in their Chapter (though it does kind of underline the suffering of others like Arius Squad, who really need their own silly alts at some point).
It does have the villagers, iffy with the behaviour of tourists, recognise their own fault perhaps too quickly, but that is kind of Blue Archive’s way; event stories aren’t particularly long by mobile/gacha game standards, and also it likes to think better of people than most (unless you’re a CEO or other business person, in which case you’re a literally robotic money-worshipping sociopath, which hey, true to life).
The Innsmouth pull is kind of interesting on reflection, it’s very direct (there’s a Devil’s Reef, the Deep Ones are described as immortal scaly fishpeople who command the sea and give riches for tribute, etc) and the way the initial belief that it’s a cult ruling a small town gets shoved aside actually feels like the writers were annoyed with the original story’s ideas about small seaside towns, so specific and pointed is it. Though, that might also be because its other ideas are somewhat hard to address with BA’s tone and style.
The minigame this time is a re-run of the ‘dice run’ from Kivotos Halo Festival, which is basically just rolling a dice to go around a circle over and over; I only mention it because the cute animations basically suggest Miyako has Saki run laps over and over to occupy her while everyone else relaxes.
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Updating my CV and making resume. I don't know I will pass or not since my job was not really related to operation or whatsoever, but I did my best and that what's matter so there will be no regret.
I really hope that I won't be a disappointment to my old friend and even more, myself.
I think after all I do not have any motivation to live more than having a peaceful life; I only have discipline. I need to get out from this house as soon as possible, it's crazy how my dad's family sees me as a fucking asset as well as a threat.
Oohoho how they made it clear that I won't get any share of the business, how my cousin with that scheming mother of his failed to work in the industry. Hang on, I am not even interested and ask for a ceo position like him, but it's weird to see that you judge me as capable enough to be a threat! Did I even stand a chance with my local diploma and disability? Really?? For every judgemental remark, I respond with a smile.
Then, they got frustrated because I refused to join the business. Afterall, I am only a backup in their eyes, i don't want to be used then tossed away.
On these days I really hope I have a capable older sibling, dang it, if only I am the second child like my other female cousin.
You can feel it in the air. Maybe i look scary when i smile, but i really tried to be in my best behaviour and and keeping my sanity with the existence of the 2 lil Scottish terrier which has been very sweet all the time (minus the casual peeing and tissue eating). Maybe it's scary to think that the one that you have cared and raised so well breaking free, it's a paternal response or borderline narcissistic behaviour perhaps I dunno.
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The 2022 Kickstarter Autopsy
New Post has been published on PRESS.exe: The 2022 Kickstarter Autopsy
Normally, this time of year, I’d do a rundown of what I got from kickstarter in the previous year, what I had expected to arrive and what hadn’t arrived yet. What I’d received and what I thought of them, as a sort of general demonstration of the kinds of projects I’d been backing. It is, in my opinion, a good idea to do this kind of reflection and in my case I want to do it to have a good, reasonable analysis of the kinds of games I’m backing. I can tell myself that I support kickstarter because I want to make sure small industry-excluded voices get a shot, but if I actually mostly just back Reaper minis and the latest We Like It million-dollar plastic-fest, then I’m probably not lining up my self-image and my actual behaviour.
A wrench, however, has been thrown into this project.
Late 2021, Kickstarter, during the flurry of stupid posts from idiots trying to take money from bigger idiots, decided that they would be looking into ways to pivot to the blockchain. This idea was dabbled with, experimented with, teased and tested and cajoled and flirted and then suddenly the CEO of Kickstarter was replaced, and the new one said – to me, personally, on twitter! – no, we’re not doing that. Weird. I’d like a more reliable source than that but whatever.
The thing is, I figured that if I didn’t want kickstarter to do something I should do something to divest of it; I made a point that I was avoiding kickstarter because of their consideration of blockchain and would continue to do so until I had a clear sign that they were going to stop. That means that in 2022, I backed no new kickstarters, and all I got to deal with there were the results of 2021’s kickstarters. What games did I get? What arrived?
And what did I miss, because of this choice to divest?
Skytear Horde
Man, this game looked cool! It’s a solo game, and I don’t need a lot of those at the moment (even though I can make a case for how good solo games are as a way to get away from screens and engage the mind in an enjoyable way), but I still liked the look of a moba-style game with this vibrant aesthetic.
Of course, because this is made by an existing company that has retail avenues, I’ll probably be able to pick this up in a board game store. It’s got preorder prices, too.
Mina the Hollower
Perhaps a GBC-themed graphically simple adventure game about playing a cute mouse was simply too likely to be perfect for my personal tastes, but either way, this was a tiny indie videogame, and those are really desireable because there’s no real transport costs (the secret sting in all board game kickstarters).
This thing looked cute and it looked convenient and I dunno, was I going to be the reason this game got made? Probably not?
Thing is, Mina the Hollower is going to come to Steam. You know, the place I can already buy games really conveniently.
Astro Knights
Ooo, a cooperative deckbuilder against waves of enemies.But what makes this one really interesting to me is the mechanism where your deck doesn’t get shuffled. It’s an invisible kind of stress but you’d be surprised how many games think of shuffling as a free action, something that can be a serious concern for lots of players who don’t like shuffling, don’t want to be shuffling, and find that effort difficult. Game has a cool aesthetic, a good play pattern, I am pretty confident I wanted this one. And the kickstarter came and then went and I made sure I didn’t give in and back it, to maintain what I had asserted.
This is an Indie Board and Cards game, and they’re setting up to take preorders for when the game is available commercially.
Maul Peak
Hey, Skulk Hollow was a cool Pencil First game, and this is a sequel, which iterates on it. If I don’t have Skulk Hollow but I like the box form and the visual style, this would have been a great place to jump in. Plus, I like Pencil First Games – Eduardo Baraf works really hard to present a positive view of game making to the youtube community at large, and that’s a good thing.
Of course, since it’s a Pencil First Games, when it’s out, I’ll probably be able to buy it from their website.
Castles By the Sea
Here’s a painful one. When it was on kickstarter, the premise of this game was charming enough that I didn’t even notice the mechanics at first. The idea is that you’re a tiny civilisation of cute little people building homes in sandcastles, and so things in the game are like, crabs as full sized entities that you or I would know as tiny little crabs the size of your thumb. It has a building mechanism and a spatial control mechanism that tend to be satisfying but I cannot just get past the bottle-cap lilliputian style of themeing. There was a chance, in my mind, that this game wouldn’t succeed, the kickstarter would fail and I might miss my chance to have it.
Now, I can go preorder it from Brotherwise Games.
Battlecrest
Button Shy made a strategic positional game. They’ve made a few games like that and they tend to kick ass. I like them a lot, and I have a stack of Button Shy games that I have uh, failed to play. My physical game backlog is a problem, but not this problem.
Anyway, Battle Crest is a cool looking heads up duel game. I can rely on the ability of the developers, and I knew that it was a safe bet to back it because it would fulfill and I would get the game, and it would be high quality.
Lot like just buying a game at a store.
And now I can go buy it for retail on Button Shy’s website.
Paleo Vet
I backed Paleo Vet originally. I thought the game looked like a reasonably cute board game about dinosaurs and running a dinosaur park, a theme I like a lot because, shock horror, I like dinosaurs. It’s interesting that for a time there there was a nonzero chance I was going to have a collection of a bunch of games about running dinosaur parks (which right now is just Draftasaurus and Rawr And Write). Originally, when I backed Paleo Vet, it was to share with my youngest nibling, who is now remarkably different as a person because that’s what happens when games take three years to get made.
This is the one game where I don’t know if I’ll ever see it at a retail front-end now it’s succeeded. But also, the chances are, the need for it has passed me by.
Conclusions
Here’s my big conclusion: I didn’t miss any of these things.
This sucks! It sucks because I feel like the promise of kickstarter is that it lets you connect to small makers and give them the leg up to make things that are too big for an individual to pay for but not like business-level investment. A bunch of these businesses are small enough that they’re doing things like fulfilling kickstarter individually, putting games in envelopes and all, but mostly, these are still established games that will becoming to retail entities.
I’m not saying kickstarter can’t do what it was doing! I think by divesting of kickstarter, and no longer browsing it for lots of weird things in the low-end of attention the way I used to do. When I was only looking at the site occasionally, at a surface level, what I found was mostly the most successful things from reliable producers…
Which just made kickstarter a really bad preorder service that relies on me making mediocre decisions.
It’s really restructured how I think about the system. I think the thing I have to do, going on, is to make sure I’m following streams of information that developers are contributing to; hashtags on sites that I can trust, small spaces where people are going to share the examples of their work. As with so many of these things, relying on the algorithm just gives you what an algorithm can easily show.
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hi(gh school) ! i love you !
genshin characters as high school crushes you’d have
various! genshin impact x reader. (albedo, childe, diluc, ganyu, jean, itto, kaeya, kazuha, keqing, scaramouche, zhongli, xiao.) - 3015 words.
synopsis: what type of high school crush would genshin characters be like to you, a hopeless romantic? will it be tragic, or straight out of a romance novel?
notes: modern! AU. long headcanons. british english used. unedited. not proofread. lowercase. some cliche romance tropes used. gn!reader. arranged in alphabetical order (but zhongli & xiao’s order is messed up bcz i don’t know my abcs… oops).
a/n: i got so, so, SOOOO carried away LMFAOOO i hope people enjoy these, i’m pretty proud of them :) tell me which one is your favourite!
ur so seggsy when u reblog aha <3
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albedo
• the school’s famous, attractive scientist. he’d often be seen slaving away within one of the spare lab rooms, doing weird experiments with his friend, sucrose. they never separated from each other, and since he seemed like the type to dislike social interactions, you never dared to approach him.
• though, one fateful day, you two met outside of school. at a daycare. you were trying to make your way to a café a friend had suggested, but with your lack of directional skills you failed miserably.
• he noticed you, surprisingly. you were so confused because?? THE albedo actually knew your name??
• albedo sheepishly explained that he was here to pick up his little sister, klee, and questioned why you were there as well. how were you going to explain to him about your embarrassing failure?
• you were forced to fess up when you saw the face of his adorable little sister, and she mentioned the name of the café you were planning to head to. albedo invites you to come with them – he absolutely loves the parfaits from there - and the rest is history :)
• nowadays, albedo invites you over to his to babysit klee (which results in sleepovers… the lil girl loves you).
• while your crush on him is over now, you fail to notice the stare he gives you whenever he’s making hot chocolate. it might just be enough for your feelings to reignite all over again.
childe
• the notorious bad boy of the school. he was known for goofing around in class a bit too much, and hanging out with the wrong crew after school. you knew better than to interact with the likes of him, and yet, you two got along so well?? you were literally best friends??
• this caused rumors to stir about you. about how you were secretly part of a gang, how you mentioned to a classmate that you would smash all the classroom windows with a bat.
• you were drowning in embarrassment. you hid away from absolutely everyone, including all your friends that you’ve made throughout the year, in fear that they too would get the harsh treatment of others.
• though, while you were sneaking out of an empty classroom to head to your next period, you saw childe beating up a group of boys - a handful of girls looking in fear.
• you were quick to drag him away and berate childe for his behaviour, tearing up as you bandaged his battered knuckles. you asked him why he did all this, because he was undoubtedly going to get expelled, but he wouldn’t fess up.
• you later found out that he went through that crazy stunt to come to your defence. that those people you saw behind the school with him one day were the one who caused the rumors.
• now, you attend the same university and you’re like his personal babysitter. you made a promise to teucer and his other siblings that you would work hard to make childe change his ways.
diluc
• the aloof son of a rich ceo. he’s super popular with the girls and?? you were just so confused?? the man is all uptight and boring. though, you couldn’t deny, he was handsome. and he’s rich too?? okay. okay, maybe you can see why women gravitate towards him...
• he never really cared about you, and neither did you. that was, until you saw him alone in a classroom with a ‘what do you want to be when you’re older?’ questionnaire on his desk. you’ve never seen the boy so conflicted in your life.
• in a burst of courage, you wrote ‘i will be (y/n)’s husband!’ on his fourm. he looked at you like you were absolutely insane, but it shifted into an amused laugh right after. you didn’t know it back then, but that was the first – and only – time he’d ever been remotely happy in the hell-hole that was your school.
• you two never did interact that much afterwards, but he would give you a slight nod of acknowledgement as you passed each other in the hallways. you knew he would be right by your side if you just asked.
ganyu
• the smart girl at the front of your class; she lent you her eraser once when you two were paired up for a group project. you were always secretly jealous of her, she was perfect in absolutely every way, but she was one of the sweetest people in the school. no way could you hate her, ever.
• during a history group project, all of the other members bailed. to say you were frustrated would be an understatement. you felt like giving up, but as soon as ganyu offered to do all the work so her gpa doesn’t go down, you refused.
• her eyes were so tired, and for once, you saw behind the ‘little miss perfect’ persona she built up for herself. you just saw an overworked girl who deserved better. you two hit it off after that encounter.
• you two were totally into each other. everyone could see it. but she had a bright future ahead of her; she was accepted into a prestigious university abroad.
• the social divide between you two was strong, and unfortunately it just wouldn’t work out. ganyu would give you longing stares occasionally, thoughts of ‘what if’ wandering in her mind.
• when graduation came around, you two agreed to go out for coffee if you ever met each other again. she wasn’t the type to use social media or anything of the sorts, so you pray every night that fate will take its course :)
jean
• the one that got away. you first noticed her at the hospital that your grandmother was stationed at, and that was when you realised that she (the vice-president of your school) was sick. deathly sick.
• during one of your visits, you met her younger sister, barbara. jean would smile softly as her two favourite people would interact so carefreely, forgetting about her situation for just a moment.
• on accident, you overheard barbara mentioning how you two looked so cute together, while you were getting water for jean. you felt guilty about it, but never mentioned it at all. though, this was the confidence boost you needed.
• you asked her out the day, but she declined. the heartbreak you felt was like none other, and you were too devastated to gather the confidence and meet her after that again. (this ends up being one of your biggest regrets of all time.)
• barbara came to you in tears after she passed. she gave you a letter that was addressed to you, and it was jean’s confession that she loved you too, but couldn’t bare to hold you back by being with her, especially when there were so many other people that were the right fit for you.
• with encouragement and permission given by barbara, you attended her funeral as her lover nonetheless. sometimes, you can feel her ghost hugging you from behind.
itto
• the school’s boxing celebrity. he was never at school. like ever. everyone thought of him to just be a muscle man with no brains.
• you were the type to usually never agree with the crowd, but when you saw him with the latest math test with a big 21% written on it?? oh, you felt bad, but the rumors seemed to be true...
• (when you two got closer, he did offer to let you touch his abs in exchange for homework answers, by the way. he was so clueless about why you turned bashful too.)
• however, you caught him playing with the stray kittens one day. and although it was wrong, you had the strong urge to protect him, even if he was 95% muscle himself and absolutely did not need to be protected at all.
• you two would bond over the strays, taking turns in feeding them. you made sure they were in good health whenever he was travelling the world for his boxing festivities. when a miraculous time did come and he was present at your usual meeting spot, you were just beyond elated to see him that you let your feelings slip.
• though, he just responded with a ‘i like you too, you’re my best friend!’ and oh. oh my god??? the embarrassment you felt?? never again. you wanted to smack yourself for forgetting about his denseness.
• nowadays, he sends you dumb selfies of him mocking his manager, sara. it never fails to make your heart flutter, but still, after that day in your youth, you never risked to take the chance ever again.
kaeya
• the popular boy of the school. he’s always seen smiling or laughing. women, men, heck, even the faculty loved him! kaeya was more beloved than his brother because of his seemingly cheerful and outgoing attitude.
• you never saw him without a smile on his face, therefore he must always be happy, right?
• well, that’s what you thought, until you saw kaeya by himself underneath the stairway during the school festival with an unusually empty and sad look in his eyes. you never saw him like this in your life, ever.
• he vented to you about all his demons that he kept in the dark. you gave him a shoulder to lean on, hugs, and ensured you kept your attention on his wellbeing, not daring to let this moment slip away.
• you saw him in a different light afterwards. study sessions are common, with him poking fun at you most of the time. occasionally, you two would have a meaningful conversation and just bask in each other's presence.
kazuha
• the wallflower. you fell in love with him because of how he, in comparison to everyone else around you, was normal. kazuha was a breath of fresh air. just what you needed within the elite school you attended.
• kazuha would recite poems he wrote to you as you two would chill out in the literature club room – you two were the only members unfortunately. (or luckily?) seems like nobody appreciates classical languages these days, huh?
• one day, he let it slip that he was the son of one of the most acclaimed lawyers there ever was. he hid himself behind a different last name and faked normalcy to just experience an average life for once, and not have people befriend him for the status he held. he feared that this would scare you off forever, but that just made you confused. why would you ever think of him differently??
• you two appreciated one another’s presence greatly; you grounded each other. you confided to him about how out of place you felt within this school, but kazuha assured you that you were just as special.
• ‘being the normal one in a group of unique people makes you equally as special. don’t forget that.’
• that was the moment that you realised that your crush towards him may not be one of the usual fleeting ones either. the wallflower might have been the protagonist this whole time.
keqing
• the prized student council president of the school. everyone was scared of her because of her strict attitude. so when you were appointed as the vice president to fill in for jean, you shit your pants because?? hello?? you would be working alongside a domineering lady??
• soon, you realised, keqing was just a softie at heart who had problems with expressing herself. you and her would spend recess together, playing chess or just talking about how the latest fashion trends were stupid. one of the moments that stuck with you was when she opened up and admitted she was insecure, in particular, about how jean would’ve had the president spot if the girl hadn’t moved to the hospital.
• her insecurities were exposed before school started, and you gave her the warmest hug you could muster. in the spur of the moment, she gave you a kiss, right on the lips, before proceeding to run away. keqing avoided you for the entire day.
• whenever you try to mention this to her, keqing would blush furiously and change the subject. though, deep down, you know she regrets what she’s done; keqing thinks that she totally ruined your friendship.
• for her dignity, you choose to avoid it entirely, but you know that you’ll have to have a proper conversation later. for now, you just choose to appreciate how the sunlight frames her face whenever you two are on a break from filling out papers.
scaramouche
• the idol of the school. scaramouche was famed for his youthfully good looks, and was often the photography club’s muse. you thought he was a generally nice guy, considering he turned down all of your classmates so carefully.
• that was. until you caught him dumping out all of the confessions he received with a sour look on his face. he spat out so many profanities that it put even your lousy uncle to shame.
• you met each other face to face, and you came to the realisation that everyone’s beloved magazine model was just a massive, two-faced jerk.
• he made you swear to never expose this side of him to anyone. what could you do? you had no choice to agree. scaramouche had a whole fanbase and a shit ton of influence.
• he’d act all sweet to you in public, before proceeding to torment you whenever you two were alone. it was a nightmare having him around.
• of course, his dreaded fangirls took notice of his sudden interest in you. you never really paid attention to their jealousy, but as soon as you got soaked with a girl’s vegan green juice when scaramouche was chatting to you??
• his good boy façade was broken in an instant. no one had seen him get that angry. ever.
• ‘i’m the only one who's allowed to treat them this way!’ …yeah, okay big guy, keep acting like you don’t care…
• still a massive bully to you. the torment never stopped. but ever since that incident, he’s been super protective of you, keeping you away from the media when his fame hit an all time high after graduation.
zhongli
• the foreign transfer student who spoke so eloquently he dug his way into your heart. right away from his arrival, he was the biggest crush you ever had. trust me, zhongli’s good looks automatically made everyone drawn to him, but the tangents he went on just made all of them back off from him :’)
• ...besides you of course. you were so deeply in love it was embarrassing. you stuck to zhongli like glue, and even let him go off about his rants of classic chinese literature that would last for hours.
• you debated introducing him to kazuha, but you wanted to be a little bit selfish and keep him to yourself. he was like your little secret.
• you two would spend hours chatting away about the cultural differences between this place and his hometown. zhongli would laugh so attractively as you introduced him to your corny romance novels.
• the day he left was the absolute worst. you cried your heart out like no tomorrow, not because you would miss him – that was a given – but because he never even said a proper goodbye to you.
• your love confession was left unsaid. yet, you had a feeling that he was more than aware of what you felt. zhongli had always been really perceptive, after all.
• you found out through a university friend that he was now engaged to a rich woman in the glimmering cities of his country, and was now climbing up the ranks as one of the most influential authors in the world.
• out of curiosity, you bought one of his books, and your jaw dropped to the floor as you saw your name mentioned in the dedication page. he left a hole in your heart, and this was his way of trying to mend it.
• ‘to (y/n), my first love. would you care to tell me how you’re doing now?’
• zhongli was blissfully unaware that this just opened up previously-healed wounds all over again.
xiao
• the quiet kid at the back of your music class. he’d always have this angry look on his face that just made people steer away from him and admire from afar.
• you thought xiao was awesome. i mean, who wouldn’t? his hair was dyed so beautifully you couldn’t look away. he was strikingly beautiful, and even in a school full of pretty people like yours, he stood out.
• your matchmaker of a music teacher paired you up together one day, and you could faintly hear the tunes of a rock band coming out of his headphones. scratch that. it wasn’t any usual band, it was your favourite band. you were in awe about how you didn’t notice it earlier??? he was humming the tune of their best hit song earlier you fool!!
• you immediately asked xiao about his song choices and chatted away about all your favourite tunes, completely forgetting about the project at hand. you thought he disliked your rambling because his face was cold as ever, but your worries were eased as soon as he gave you an eager wave of his hand to keep going.
• he single handedly got the project done, and while you were wallowing in your guilt for not contributing, xiao shyly explained that he did it just so you could talk about music for the remaining project time.
• ...it wasn’t limited to just the time allocated in your group task, though. soon, it spread to lunch-times and even class time. it was a miracle that you passed the class with him at all because all you talked about was rock bands.
• nowadays, he sends you spotify playlists that he made for you through messenger. you still keep in touch <3
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some highlights from JBP's article on why he's resigning as a professor:
First, my qualified and supremely trained heterosexual white male graduate students (and I’ve had many others, by the way) face a negligible chance of being offered university research positions, despite stellar scientific dossiers
is this like...is this true? i feel like this isnt true. i feel like theyll be fine? like, sure, he's controversial, but he's also like, super famous, thats gotta balance out. and he says he cant do it if he's just gonna be ruining these guys' careers but like. they know! they know hes controversial and stuff. and its not like there arent other advisors.
That, combined with some recent legislative changes in Canada, claiming to outlaw so-called “conversion therapy” (but really making it exceedingly risky for clinicians to do anything ever but agree always and about everything with their clients) have likely doomed the practice of clinical psychology, which always depended entirely on trust and privacy.
..... this is a very strange complaint about the new law. it defines conversion therapy as
conversion therapy means a practice, treatment or service designed to
(a) change a person’s sexual orientation to heterosexual;
(b) change a person’s gender identity to cisgender;
(c) change a person’s gender expression so that it conforms to the sex assigned to the person at birth;
(d) repress or reduce non-heterosexual attraction or sexual behaviour;
(e) repress a person’s non-cisgender gender identity; or
(f) repress or reduce a person’s gender expression that does not conform to the sex assigned to the person at birth.
i uh. i hope you werent doing any of these dude!
oh also he has a weird thing about how everyone knows there arent enough diverse students to meet quotas so everyone knows a lot of the diverse students who get chosen are incompetent. which seems dubious to say the least
(i mean, i do agree that DIE training is mostly useless posturing, but like, the *point* is to dodge lawsuits, thats why CEOS like them)
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LMK Fic Recs
main acc: @yunojeyes
Masterlist for fic recs: here
- Meeting Death's Son @hyuckles-chuckles
| genre: angst, fluff, somewhat classmates-to-lovers!au, demigod!au |
you’re just minding your own business when suddenly you’re being chased by a weird looking man. you turn down a dark alley to try and hide when you ran into someone; mark lee from your high school.
- Just For A Moment @envirae
| genre: fluff, angst, college au, fake dating au |
when an innocent agreement to become his wingwoman turns into having to pretend like you’re his girlfriend, Mark suddenly starts to see you in a new light. he tells himself it’s nothing big, but are the two of you really just faking?
- [Untitled] @crownily
| genre: College au, Mafia au |
So, you just found out your boyfriend happens to run one of your brother’s biggest rival gangs and now you’re stuck with a pouty sibling, an overprotective boyfriend and an ex-friend/assassin on your ass.
- Stranger @doycngs
| genre: destined lovers to strangers!au |
“you understand everything mark doesn’t speak aloud. everything he’s too afraid to say— too broken to say. bricks clutter off your entire being, the weight you’re been carrying, loving a man and loving a society that forgets you, inevitably washing away like waves carrying sand back deep into the sea.”
- Happier @jenojaemssss
| genre: angst, exes!au |
In which mark was happier with you.
- Trials And Errors @haechanhues
| genre: fluff + suggestive |
In which your romantic movie night with your boyfriend gets interrupted by the cockblock troupe (otherwise known as his friends)
- The One That Got Away @latetaektalk
| genre: friends to lovers!au, fluff, angst |
“you were the one that got away.”
- Drunken Secrets @comebackseasonisamess
| genre: f2l!au, fluff |
It’s after grad, and as Mark gets more and more drunk, the truth he’s been hiding from you starts to slip out
- Nighthawk @jisungiest
| genre: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers but like also an established relashionship?, slice of life, soulmate au |
Nighthawk's were reoccurring thoughts that only seemed to strike you late at night and to Mark that's exactly what you are, until you show up in his days.
- Lapdog @bellalikeskitties
| genre: politics au, bodyguard au |
You, the prime minister, are loved by your country for being a successful and admirable politician. the president does not agree, sending hitmen after hitmen to kill you. so your team decides to give you a bodyguard. a very not normal one too.
- It Was An Accident! @bxtchjane
| genre: fluff |
Who would've thought that one simple mistake would bring you 100x the love you usually receive.
- Golden Hour @jaeminhours
| genre: royalty au, angst|
In which you’ve fallen in love with the one person who can’t afford to be selfish, but neither of you seem to care.
- Little Surfer Girl @shamrocklore
| genre: fluff |
“do you love me? do you, surfer girl?”
- Every Little Thing @loeycity
| genre: angst, android!AU, android!Mark, engineer!Reader, one-sided love, butterfly effect concept |
The year is 2097 and the future has arrived. As a robotics engineer, you're given the chance to bring a prototype of an advanced android home to observe its behaviours, but things take a sharp turn downhill when you realize that it’s learning faster than you can keep up and if you’re not careful, you might have a rogue android to hunt down.
-Ice Cream @lovelyminnieee
| genre: fluff, light smut |
Basically a CEO!mark x Buisnesswoman!fem reader
- Dude, But Like Romantically @dat-town
| genre: college au, friends to lovers, slice of life, fluff, comedy |
You expected nothing but stress from your last college semester, so when Mark Lee came along and called you dude, you had to re-calculate everything.
#lee mark#lee minhyung#nct dream#nct fics#nct au#nct fic recs#mark imagines#dream imagines#mark fluff#mark angst#nct dream scenarios
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