#but I've seen a few of these around and these are nice!

[sturniqlo]

「 ✦ FUTURE CEO? ✦ 」

summary: dom!chris and sub!reader meeting for the first time

cw: drinking, slight gender bias (if you squint)

word count: 1.4k

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PART ONE

"enjoy the party, mr.sturniolo." the valet told chris as he handed him the car keys to his black sleek car. "thank you." chris nodded, fixing his suit as he walked up the grand stairs. outside lingered a few people smoking or just simply talking in the cool air. as chris neared the entrance, the doors were opened for him by two men in black and white tailored suits wearing ear pieces.

as they let him in, chris was met with the sound of classical music mixed with an echo of voices to whom belonged to other ceo's, family to said ceo's, and a few celebrities. chris decided to come to this even alone as he had no intention of staying for long. just make an appearance and go.

"hello... good evening... nice to see you too." chris repeated as he walked through the grand room. familiar faces, unfamiliar ones too, greeted him. "may i offer you a drink, mr. sturniolo?" a waiter holding a tray of glasses stood in front of him, chris had seen him at a few other events and had chatted with him before. "champagne?" chris asked, picking up a glass. "yes, sir. mr. celestine had it imported from france. very limited glasses tonight." chris took a sip, the acidic yet fruity taste hit his tongue. "thank you." he nodded, continuing to walk.

chugging down the champagne glass, he made his way towards the bar. as he waited for his drink, he felt a presence next to him. "can i get another?" he heard a soft voice, his gaze turned down towards the counter and saw you slide your cup to the bartender, your manicured nails a soft blush almost white color.

his eyes travel up your arms until he sees your face. your hair in it's natural form, your dress looking expensive, and don't even get him started on the stacked necklaces your neck adorns. "what're you having?" his voice comes out deep, yet soft. "oh- just a soda. not a big drinker." you lied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and chris catches a glimpse of your dangling earring, expensive earring may he add.

"what's your name, doll?" your stomach did a flip. "i'm y/n, what's your name." you knew what his name was. hell, you'd seen his face in many articles and interviews. plus had heard your dad mention him a couple of times. "i'm chris." he received the drink from the bartender and nodded at him as a thank you.

"i've never seen you around these types of events." chris said taking a swig of his glass, licking the droplet that escaped onto his lip. "yeah, i don't really enjoy these types of events. but, i decided to come tonight." the voice of the bartender caught your attention and you received your glass of soda. "thank you."

"you work with any of 'em?" chris nudges his chin towards the crowd full of ceos. you nod, clearing your throat before speaking. "i work with celestine studios."

"celestine studios?" he raised an eyebrow, looking at you confusingly. "that's a- that's a big company, y'know?" he takes a sip of his whiskey, before setting it back down on the countertop. "yeah- i'm the future ceo." you said proudly. "future ceo?" chris was taken aback, he thought you were joking and waited for you to say just kidding. but when he saw that you were serious, he cleared his throat.

"you?" he added. "yes me, is there a problem with that?" you were starting to get the ick from him. you had gotten the same exact reactions from other men as well. "no, no problem at all. like i said- it's a big company. hit movies, hit shows, y'know." in all honesty, chris had never seen a female ceo in this specific industry, it was a surprise to him. "you must've worked very hard to be getting that future title." before you could speak, you felt a heavy hand rest on your shoulder. "ah, mr. chris sturniolo. nice to see that you've met my daughter, y/n."

bad timing dad. you thought, biting the inside of your cheek. you just knew chris thought that the company was going to be handed over to you just because the infamous mr.celestine was your dad. but in reality, you've worked your ass off to prove that your capable of taking over once your dad retires in less than a year, after your twenty fourth birthday. "ahh, daughter?" he gave you a look before looking back at your father. "didn't- didn't know you had a daughter. you've never mentioned her before."

chris and your dad had met multiple times at different events, the first time they met was when chris' company blew up. your dad had invited him to an event similar to this one. "y'know me, don't like to mix work with family." it was ironic, chris thought. you, his daughter, were working at his company and you were going to get promoted to ceo. what chris didn't know was that when at work, your dad treated you like any other employee of his.

you did something wrong on a file? he scolds you just like he does to any other employee, no more no less. you did an outstanding job? a pat on the shoulder and a mumbled "do it again." and you liked it, you really did.

"how you enjoin' yourself so far, chris?" you dad says, stepping next to you. "so far so good. had a glass of that champagne, very delicious." chris chuckled. "well, i would hope so. cost me a pretty hefty amount." you just stood there as the two men chatted.

"yeah- sounds like a plan. we would love to have you around the office next week, won't we, hon?" you dad nudged you. you, bored out of your mind as the two of them spoke about who knows what, just nodded. "huh- oh yeah, definitely." you nodded, trying to show some enthusiasm.

as your dad got called over by a group of his buddies, he patted your shoulder and excused himself. it was just you and chris again. your eyes flickered up to his, and while he met yours, his gaze quickly dropped down to your figure for a second before meeting your eyes again. "so, you're the next ceo." he didn't question it, just starting the fact. "yeah."

"you enjoying the party?" he took a sip of his drink, the liquid burning his throat. "eh." you shrugged, pursing your lips. "i take it as a no." chris chuckles. "yeah, i kinda hate these parties. it's why i rarely attend them, but since im promoting soon- i kind of have to be here."

“mm, gotta start making a name for yourself, doll.” chris said in a serious tone, staring at her eyes. “i know, i've already have.” you state, you're not stupid. you know how this industry worked. after you take the position of ceo, everything will be the same. a few minor changes here and there, but nothing completely different.

a silence lingered in the air for a few moments. until chris broke said silence and changed the topic. “how old are you, doll? y’look young. are you my age?” he said, a small smirk danced on his lips. “i'm twenty three, you?” your thumb fiddled with the ring placed on your forefinger. “twenty four.”

the night continued on, and you conversation with chris also continued. what was supposed to be a thirty minute appearance turned into a three hour one for chris. the two of your moved from the bar to an empty table in a secluded corner and chatted about anything and everything.

in those few hours, chris noticed a lot about you. the way your pupils changed when you talking about something you were passionate about or when he said something that made you excited, he noticed how you fiddled with your necklace when you paid attention whilst he talked, and he noticed how your eye twitched a bit when he said something you disagreed with.

chris glanced at his heavy watch that sat fitted on his wrist, he noticed the time. 11:25pm. "i better get going, doll." chris said as he took one last big gulp of his now soda. as he looked at you through the side of the cup, he noticed a small pout on your face. a smirk crawled onto his face. "oh, alright. it was nice meeting you, mr. sturniolo."

"no, doll. none of that. call me chris." he stood up from his chair and gently grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on the back of your palm. "oh- okay then, chris." a slight blush appeared on your face.

"have a nice rest of your night, doll."

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ authors note ࿐ྂ

a short first chapter :) what do we think of chris and doll?

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! | itoshi rin x fem reader

part twelve: childhood || BAND AU, A BIT AGED UP

plot: after your band's last concert, a few days after Rin's, an online competition arises about who is the best bassist. A whole new challenge is created by the new fandom who loves you, but people don't know that you and the bassist of Blue Lock haven't spoken in about 3 years since you broke up, when you were sixteen

characters presentation || last part || next part ; words: 1k

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

"When did you decide to play the guitar? I've never seen you here" you say to the child, putting your bass in the case "I started a few weeks ago. How about you?" he asks, and you think about it "I've been playing my bass for a long time now, I was 5 when I started!" You say, smiling at him, and he nods before walking back with his group

That Sae Itoshi was weird, but really good with his guitar. His guitar teacher always talked to your bass teacher about how he was a phenomenon, that's why you decided to talk to him for the first time, but he didn't seem particularly interested in you. Maybe he's shy, but you don't know

"Wait, Itoshi!" you say running towards him, the bass weighing on your shoulders "I'm convinced I can handle the speed with which you play your guitar, I can be your bassist!" you say, and he seems to think about it “Are you good?” he asks raising an eyebrow, and you nod "Many say that I am the best bassist of my age, in our music school" you say a little embarrassed. You see him a little perplexed as he takes the case over his shoulder "Do you have anything to do this afternoon?" he asks, and you shake your head to say no, following him with a smile on your face

As you walk towards Sae's house, you think about how you ended up in this situation: you don't even know why you care so much about being his bassist, but you think that he is capable of giving you notes that can make you electrify. You've been playing bass for 5 years now, and when you heard that the new guitarist at the music school you go was looking for some good bass players, you took the opportunity. Sae is 12 years old, a little older than you, but he already seems to be great at what he does; you have fairly high expectations, both on his part and on your part

"Come, we can go to the garage" says the child entering a small garden, taking a path that surrounds the road, which leads to the back. You follow him, looking around curiously, noticing how the outside of the house is very nice. When you arrive at the back Sae takes you into the already open garage, which overlooks a very well-kept garden, probably from her mother "You can connect your bass to that speaker. Shall we try some songs?" he asks, plugging in his guitar, and you nod, following the order that he gave you “You start, I'll join you and give you the right rhythm. After all, that's what the bass does"

Sae begins, and after a few seconds you join him: you both start playing a strong melody from a song you studied in music school, one you particularly like. Even though you've never played together you seem to have been doing it for a long time, as if a chemical reaction had taken place between your bass and his guitar. Play for minutes on end, until you reach the end

“That was so cool!” you say happy, but he doesn't seem to share the same happiness, despite being calm "It was nice. Let's try again with something else" he says, and you nod getting into position, yours fingers on the bass keys. For the second time you start playing without any problems, and you feel so happy to finally have someone who can give you emotions when he plays: you've been playing for a while, you know how it works to be paired with someone for a duet, you've always gotten along well with everyone because you're talented, but you've never had fun. But now you're doing it, you're not the only one with so much talent. It's satisfying, magical, beautiful

But as you play, you notice how someone is peeking from the last step of the garage stairs, the ones that probably lead to the first floor

Finished playing, Sae puts down the guitar, climbing onto the first step "Rin!" he says, and you are confused "If you are interested, you can come down. Observing is rude" says Itoshi, and a child comes out from behind the door, that is, from where he was hiding while he was looking at you "Sorry, Nii San" says the child coming down the stairs, looking down and apologetic

Seeing him like this, he is probably his younger brother; he could be your age, since you should be more or less the same height. He is quite different from Sae, except for the marked undereyelashes, perhaps a symbol of the Itoshi family: he has dark green hair, teal eyes and chubby cheeks. He is quite a bit shorter than Sae, that's why you're convinced he's his younger brother

When he reaches the garage floor, after going down the stairs, his gaze shifts to you: you observe each other for a few seconds, you curious about him and him for who knows what reason, which however doesn't make him look away

"Rin, I told you it's rude to stare. Introduce yourself to her" Sae says, walking over, placing a hand on his shoulder. Rin becomes serious again, standing up straight "I'm Rin Itoshi. I'm Sae's younger brother" the boy says, and Sae nods "He's 10, you should be the same age, right?" he asks, and you nod "I have 10 too, yeah"

Rin's gaze continually shifts between you and your bass as he stands a few feet away from you. You look at him curiously "Do you like my bass?" you ask, moving closer, and he takes a few steps back "Oh, yes" he says uncertainly, but you don't seem bothered by his uncertainty "Do you play an instrument too?" you ask, and Sae walks away, returning to his guitar, which he puts back on

“He said he wants to start sing-” Sae says, but is cut off from the ringing voice of his brother

"I want to play bass"

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[thatbitchery]

When it comes to society and hierarchy the most important thing to remember is hierarchy is completely dependent on behavior and is reinforced by rejection and seperation.

DO NOT BE FRIENDS WITH LOW LEVEL PEOPLE.

Storytime- to make up for the overabundance of time I suddenly have I decided to join an exclusive gym and do activities and all that plus gym is a great place to network especially with the local Pilates WAGS. I'm new so we do that thing where we sniff each other out to test for hierarchy and obviously I am smiling and acquainted with everyone for the first few days- leaving the door open to be friends and then taking a step back and letting them fall to me if they so wish. So today I decide to go swimming in the indoor pool and this G that I know is dating a pretty high level man and has a thriving business is changing, as we all are in the lockers, and suddenly she tenses up and its like huh. They play petty stupid kindergarten power games in the new rich and I thought by now I'd be used to it and then I turn and this CLEANER is throwing miss thriving dating a millionaire a stink eye and the girl is shivering under it. Not just her- a couple of them. I'm like huh. Drama. GOD I LOVE DRAMA so I lay back watch the scene unfold. It's a work of art this one and I'm fully invested. And it's so obvious what happened. With my eyes closed I could tell you exactly what happened, the girls were too friendly with her at the beginning making all sorts of allowances for her and leaving space for her to exist peacefully while pushing their desires away (Like you know when someone is cleaning the floor and you do that thing where you walk through like you're walking on lava? EW) and now she's being passive aggressive and it's unsafe for them. So you have the one paying top dollar for an exclusive experience shying from a medium wage underpaid overworked nobody from God knows where. & I've seen this dynamic play out for so long where the children of Oligarchs and literal royalty gets harrassed and pushed around by the children of mistresses and middle class people. I've done my fair share of bullying and harassing I know hoe to pick em, and I can tell you from the onset who is the omega and who is the sigma (alspha is always open space) and the desire to be liked by the low levels sits very high in the lists of indicators.

When someone with a safety marker (Power, beauty, money or status) plays nice with or even engages on a same level with the lower classes they become untrustworthy and immediately weak. The safety in these things in the unattainability of them, how removed they are- so when they become accessible they become weak and lose meaning and they punsih you for degrading yourself. Men can get away with it but women could never. The Serena Van Der Woodsen fantasy of a pretty rich girl is a lie. When people lower than you see you being friendly with them and sacrificing etc they try to steal your power by degrading you and sometimes they succeed. Candace Owens X Taylor Swift X Beyonce are a great example of this. Beyonce and Taylor did not establish their boundaries early in their careers and tried to be relatable and not Divas and vampires like Candace saw the opportunity and took it. Women like Rihanna and Nicki Minaj are the exact opposite of what Candace Owens preach but do you see her try her? While Beyonce and Taylor are so close to the christian Southern dystopian reality she wants so bad. Why? they made it very clear from day one they will run you up do not even try. They don't try to be relatable or cute or nice they throw it in your face yes I actually did say I'm better than you what about it? In the same way when pretty girls date broke ugly men they get run over becuase the men are punishing them for being weak and steal their power bc power can not be created, only transferred.

The more you make allowances for people the more they despise you. The Blair Waldorfs and Alison DeLaurentis of the world and mean girls have an easy time despite everyone acting like they can't stand them because they are not weak. I'm not saying go out of your way to be terrible like some insecure little idiot I'm saying do not make allowances if it's not required and let people serve you. Stop smiling too much and stop trying to make space for people. And stoppp trying to be friends with people lower than you, let them know the option is open and show them a glimpse of what it could be, then step back and let them work for it. People lower than you are jealous of you. they want to be you. That cleaning hipoppotamus broke ugly girl wants to be in that sauna, but she cant. So she makes it the problem of the people that are that will let her. And in that way, she feels bigger than them. And they let that happen the second they started randomly smiling and saying hi and calling her 'girl'. If they just walked in, did the gym, networked smart with their own level and went home, they wouldn't freeze over someone they probably could buy.

[jimmyjimjimjimmy]

Here's the fanfic you people asked for! ENJOY💖

You had been in the Resistance for quite a while now, about four years or so.

So you'd think you would have known that when you were running a fever of 103° that you should have stayed at the base instead of going out to fight, but here you are lying on the ground unable to pick yourself back up about to be shot in the head by a First Order trooper.

So this is how you die, pinned to the ground by nothing because you were too damn stubborn to take a sick day. It’s kinda ironic you didn't want to not help the Resistance by staying back but by going out you might have just given the First Order someone to get information from. But before the trooper could finally stun you you heard a yelling voice in the distance getting closer quickly.

“WAIT DON'T SHOOT THEM! PLEASE! OR I’LL FORCE STANGLE YOU!” That couldn't have been who you thought it was…. Could it?

You hardly had the strength to lift your head up to actually see who it was, but based off, of the trooper’s response you were pretty sure of who it was. Unless the trooper had a tendency to call everyone he didn't want to listen to ��Darth Tantrum’ before being force strangled… To death. It was definitely Kylo Ren, the sith who was pretty damn sure you were best friends with. You had seen him in battle a few times and many of those times he had been waving and yelling hello, along with that he seemed to know your name, but he had never once gone after you or those you seemed to have been close with, not that he wouldn't go kill Resistance members but not any of your friends. Recently it was almost like he was going after people you actively didn't like or get along with. Which made you a little uncomfortable and meant you tried your best to get along with everybody you worked with.

At that moment your ‘friend’ Kylo Ren was picking you up very carefully, muttering something under his breath about First Order troopers being good for nothing, and how bad he felt for you, but by that point your eyes couldn't be bothered to stay open any longer.

~

When you finally woke up you didn't know where you were nor how long you were out for.

Well your first guess was that you were probably in a First Order base prison cell, but looking around the room you were in you decided it was far too nice to be a cell. I mean you had an actual bed with a pillow, and not just a metal block. Plus you had a nightstand which had many a thing on it already.

The first item that caught your attention was a small note with your name written on the front of it, you unfolded it and it read:

I hope you get well soon!❤️ Please enjoy some of my favorite secret chocolate granola just don't tell anyone about it it's a secret so ssshhhh

-Love Kylo Ren❤️

Ookkk weird, but nice nonetheless.

The bowl was overflowing with granola so much that there was a bit on the nightstand itself and on the floor, not to mention in the tissue box he had left for too.

You were a little worried to eat food given to you by Kylo Kriffing Ren but he was so oddly attached to you, so screw it. You took that risk and boy was it worth it because that granola tasted damn good, although it did feel horrible on your throat, but still worth it. After hardly making a dent in the granola you decided to go back to bed.

~

This time you woke up to Kylo Ren himself staring at you.

“Aaaaaah!*cough**cough*” You had fallen into a coughing fit, and before you knew it he was right by your side rubbing circles into your back and trying to hand you a cup of tea. It was a bit before you could actually take a sip of the tea, but you wish you didn't because it was the most bitter tea you had ever tasted, it was just awful. So awful, in fact, you had to spit it out.

“Oh.” Kylo said softly, “Sorry… I've never made tea before, is it really that bad.”

He sounded hurt, and when you turned to face him, there was a certain bit of melancholy in his eyes. You couldn't tell him the truth, for several reasons but the most important one being how sad he looked- And holy kriffing hell you could see his dumb apparently hot face… Jesus Christ of hell was he attractive…… Wait, what were you doing? Why were you staring into Kylo's eyes? Kylo's deep romantic eyes…. Oh yeah, the horrible tea.

“It's just terrible, but you're really hot so it balances. Wait no… Uuumm.”

“Really?”

“...Yeah.” At that moment you were very aware of how close your faces were, and how they were only getting closer-

BLAM!

The door was suddenly open and in the doorway was a First Order officer,

“Kylo Ren, what in the galaxy are you doing?!”

“Nothing.”

“Who is this?”

“The love of my life.”

“Is that a member of the Resistance?”

“No… And get out, Hux!”

“Wha-” but before he could finish his sentence he was force pushed out and the door slammed shut.

“Sorry about that. Granola?” He took the bowl of granola from the nightstand and switched it with your cup of tea. Kissing you gently on the forehead before wrapping his arms around you resting his head on your shoulder. You didn't know what it was about him but you felt weirdly safe… Or maybe it was the fever talking, Oh well who cares

you're comfortable nonetheless.

Which Villain would you most want to look after you when you're sick? 🤧

[yours-the-author]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 🌷🌷🌷

Well, shucks, that's awful sweet of you!

[xmrnothingx]

Yvraine from Warhammer 40k

Yvraine, visiting Ultramar, with her Eldar prosthetic swapped out for a human one so she doesn't stick out too much (not to mention "when in Rome…").

[canisalbus]

you say machete has to be closeted then why's he always wearing them little heels

Maybe he thinks he's a tiny bit nicer looking in them.

[inga-don-studio]

A few close-ups of some of the Halloween Cultural Preservation Museum displays that particularly spoke to me and frankly are just? Fantastic art? That I figure others might like to see for art inspo or just because they're cool?

"Totem pole" Halloween die-cuts, with art I've never seen and am now hopelessly in love with:

And a soft-bodied doll with a small vintage trick-or-treat bucket for a head?! I need to make one! Look at how cute this little guy is!!!

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little "bouquet" of random flowers I found growing wild in a yard

[longagoitwastuesday]

Every day I am haunted by the fact JJK could be amazing but it will be just idk Bleach or something

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[dawntheduckrb]

I'll stop posting wips eventually but it's been five days since I've said anything and I don't want anyone to think I'm dead/dying/stuck in a ditch and withering away, so here's 10% of the reason I disappeared (the duck is stuck in rendering hell) (and my little baby laptop is screaming at me every time I open up this file)

I might still be mostly lurking for a little bit so please be patient with me in the meantime 🙏🙏

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

had probably thee most insane night of my life lol! everything is sorted now (10am, i just got home) but. oh my god it was rough

[kandicon]

Ohh we're so much better than tiktok because our Goncharov was kind to people with mental health. Are we talking about the same site right now?? Tumblr was damn near unusable for months to people like me unless they wanted to spiral because next to nobody tagged it as unreality AND NO ONE AGREED ON THE FUCKING NAME SO IT COULDN'T BE BLOCKED

We're better than tiktok because we're not trying to scam artists and writers for free services, but we're both in the same boat being assholes by refusing to "spoil the joke" with a simple warning.

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

So uh... what are some animated indie stuff that you like to watch?

For me its satina, humans b gone, and the june archives (technically an arg but ehh)

LACKADAISY.

Yeah, it's just a pilot. I have to admit I don't watch a lot of indie animation (hard for me to get into new things; I was technically never in the Helluva fandom either, my friend just wrote a lot about it so I followed along the first season). But I've been a fan of this webcomic for the past few years, so latest pointless drama aside, I'll stick up for that one until my dying breath. It's a goddamn masterpiece, I'm super happy that the Backerkit has made two million, and I remain hyped as all hell for the first season.

I also simp really hard for one of the characters. Crushes tend to help me stick around.

I've watched the Satina pilot and the first episode, though it was a long while back. I think I enjoyed it. Has any more of it come out yet?

[supercantaloupe]

i actually had a dr's appt this morning (regular checkup) and. man do you know how relieving it is to hear her say "weight's not important, just as long as you're active" when asked if i exercise