#doesnt even have to be a fancy ass suit or anything

[antlereed]

laudna in a suit. laudna in ripped jeans and a leather jacket shes been putting spikes on. laudna in a denim jacket she stole from imogen and refuses to give back. laudna in a hoodie that swallows her whole because its so large. laudna in increasingly goofy beanies and hats

[midasinc]

modern marius/cosette hcs:

-they take the same train every day before they meet. marius is going from his dorm to the university, and she's going from her and valjean's house to her ballet academy

-marius has extreme heart eyes for her but is too shy to say anything. he just knows that this girl with the really nice bag and leggings of many diff colours is rlly pretty and wears nice headphones and reads on the train every day and he wants to get to know her so bad

-on her bag he sees the letters "LV" a lot and i love marius, but he was quite literally born under a rock so he doesnt know fashion brands at all and assumes those are her initials and not... louis-vuitton. once they get to know each other and laugh about it, but that is modern marius's "ursule" moment

-anyway im not writing a slowburn rn so i wanna do actual relationship hcs :)

-they were both raised in old-fashioned households, but in different ways. neither of them had a lot of access to new age technology and cosette grew up playing a ton of board games with valjean, so she plans a lot of like casual dates over a bottle of wine and scrabble. marius was raised in a very old-fashioned mindset so cosette ends up teaching him a lot about modern feminism and progressiveness, which helps him transition a little better when courfeyrac wants him to hang with The Scary Friends with him (combeferre and the rest of les amis)

-cosette's love language is touch and quality time, marius's is talking her ear off and infodumping. this usually meshes by marius laying with his head in her lap as she plays with his hair and listens to him talk about world history

-they do a lot of old people things together. marius likes puzzles, cosette likes bird watching. they do a lot of both together and just talk about life and other topics of interest

-cosette does ballet! she went to a ballet academy and is in a professional company now and marius goes with valjean to all of her events. it's REALLY tense the first few times because it takes a while for valjean to even BEGIN to warm up to marius but when he sees marius bringing her flowers every time and seeing how sweet he is to her he starts trusting marius more

-marius sends cosette a million texts during the day when she's at work and he's in the archives of the museum he works at. he sends her photos of statues and artifacts with captions he finds funny and shows her what he's working on. marius's sense of humor is.... lacking, but cosette really looks forward to the end of her day when she can check her phone and read all the silly messages he left her

-marius's grandfather has connections to a lot of rich families and businesses and because of this he gets coerced into going to a lot of fancy suit-and-tie events. the first time he takes cosette as his date, he gets really overwhelmed. he's never seen her this done-up before and marius thinks she's beautiful no matter what but seeing her in that moment... he just cannot believe that she loves him out of all of the people in the world

-they both like low-stakes movies and cartoons. for cosette it's mostly a trauma thing because she was never given the chance to enjoy those things at developmental stages and marius feels similarly but to less extent. cosette really doesn't care for horror or sad movies because if she's sitting down to watch a movie she wants to be happy and not get overwhelmed. they like to watch their low-stakes movies in bed on cosette's laptop and eat popcorn and it's really nice. it's really nice to just turn their brains off and relax. they deserve it

-goth cosette x pastel marius who slowly goes goth because of her

-goth couple? goth couple

-if when they get married, marius takes her name! he'd rather get rid of his and it surprises a lot of people but marius would rather be part of her and valjean's family and not his own family's

-they have accidentally started. maybe three kitchen fires together. both of them suck ass at cooking. they cannot be trusted on their own and even less so together. love them though! dinguses <3

[secretsniper3]

Part 4: Tough Day

I awake with my hands where they can usually be found in the morning, clamped around my belt while fluid pours out between my legs. Master has kept me on denial for 3 days now and I can barely take it any more. only 2 days ago I was edged in a electricity fuelled nightmare and yesterday i was edged by a mystery woman and forced to walk for hours as a latex maid, sweeping up dust and cooking duties. To go from such a high back to the normal, well, I wanted the high again, Craved it even, to feel the caress of another on my body and be pleasured beyond reckoning. with my morning edges still out of reach and my clit throbbing even now I stand to get ready but hear a knock on my door as my Master enters the room.

“We are having a party today, my Dear, and I want you to look your best, red lips, high heels and a dress.” he says as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls out a blue silk dress. “this dress will do nicely. You will wear nothing else and wait here till i come and get you.” he says as I hear a knock on the front door. I nod as he leaves and begin to dress myself..

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As the front door opens I stand there in all my glory, long blue hair caressing my back in my black dress and heels, im welcomed into the house by the Master and step inside, he takes my coat and offers me a refreshment. Gladly accepting he returns with 2 glasses of champagne and hands me 1. “To a glorious party!” the Master says, I raise my glass and drink to the toast and begin to discuss the entertainment, glancing at the stairs knowingly and as I do I feel light headed. Grasping my head I quickly put the glass on the table moments before my world goes black. “YOU will be MY entertainment later on.” the Master says with a laugh.

Waking up but keeping my eyes shut I shift around a bit, making a barely audible grunt in the process, my attempt to rub my eyes is met with immediate resistance and my eyes fly open and, to my horror I find Im bound. Ropes crossing all over my body as my attention is pulled to the tubes running out of my nose and mouth. The Master playing with my bound form I shift around and make my reawakened state known to him, with a laugh he tells me to relax as I feel plastic push into my urethra I wince at the discomfort. Having another laugh at my expense he leans in close to my face and says “you were never invited to my little party my dear, i simply wanted you here for a little fun for a few days.” and with that he checks that my bindings are secure, arms in a strict bind behind my back, elbows and wrists pressed against their counterparts and then pushed against my back, useless there but I guess thats the idea. My pussy and ass have intruders and they are not small, my ass stretched wide to accommodate my new friend in there and my pussy feels like its near capacity if it isnt already. My clit feels pressure from a suction cup and my new Master, seemingly reading my mind said “it vibrates too.” Im in trouble and I know it, but powerless to stop it. Looking around for anything to help I see a box nearby and a hatch in the floor is raised, my heart skips a beat and a half.

Confirming I am completely trapped he places earpieces in my ears and a hood over my head to lock them in, I can still see and theres holes for my tubes, my hair poking through the back as it always does. Lifting me into the box Im glad to feel and see its padded with foam covered in black silk, I barely fit in there but he manoeuvres me into the box without much difficulty. Pushing my tubes and earpiece cables through the wooden lid, I know that when he closes it I wont be able to open it without first releasing myself, highly unlikely, as he seals me in I feel my new home lifted again and then lowered, landing with a soft thud I hear another lid closing, Im in another, bigger box.

Before I think this could get much worse for me I hear something in my ears, its soft but among the words are “slave.. submit.. property..” its too quiet to make out what words that are in-between.. Drinking in the darkness thats swallowed me my ass, pussy and clit hum to life with a speed that makes me jump, or I would but I could only manage a slight twitch, these binding were too strong for me. Hearing nothing over the humming the words grow louder in my ears! Hearing it clear as if spoken right in front of me its saying “you are now a slave, you will submit as you are now property”. Eyes widening further as it repeats in my ears, its all I can hear, the hum of my tormentors only scratching at the noise Im hearing. Above me, hard at work my new Master has plugged my mouths tube to a tube under the floor, my nose tube running up the legs on the table placed above me, noone will know Im even there at all.

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Waiting patiently on my bed for my Master he enters wearing a black suit, looking incredible as always and seemingly effortless I stand and let him inspect my clothes. “very nice indeed, youll be the life of the party” he says with a smile. Leading me downstairs as someone knocks at the door, the guests have arrived. Standing up straight as my pussy relentlessly pulses juice down my legs I lower my head as the guests enter, Women and Men dressed for a fancy dinner, 3 even bringing slaves of their own. The party begins and everyone has a chance to mingle, I stand at my Masters side as he brags about me to his friends, I wait patiently, unable to speak without permission as a hour passes.

Making his way onto a elevated platform my Master calls for attention. “im so glad so many of you came to enjoy the show, my slave has been denied for days on end with potent drugs keeping her thighs slick with her pre.” pointing at my legs, they shine with my fresh coatings, I blush as everyone looks at me. “let the entertainment commence!” my Master shouts as he takes my hand and pulls the cloth off of a small box on the platform. A Sybian with a large, hollow dildo with holes all over it, it will fill me and collect my juices and cum completely. Without wasting time my Master tears my dress from my body as I scream at the aggressiveness, other men hold my arms as my Master removes my belt from my hips and with a loud clang it hits the floor. Pulling me down Im forced onto the dildo, it sliding effortlessly inside me and metal restraints are secured around my legs and waist, a armbinder goes around my arms and is pulled painfully tight in a way that pulls my elbows together, thrusting my bare breasts out for all to marvel at.

The crowd gazing at me as my Master puts a large glass bowl with a hole in its base on a tube protruding from the ground, clearly, whatever goes in that bowl is going down that tube. My Master doesnt go easy on me as the sybian bursts to life and I start my orgasmic fuelled torture, cumming only microseconds after the first vibration, inserting the dildo having brought me to the brink, within seconds Im screaming again as I cum again and again. My Master pulls a gag out of his pocket and silences my screams as men and women surround me and the men start stroking their cocks while the women rub their clit, being told by my Master to cum in the bowl as much as they want with 4 men obliging immediately, shooting hot cum in the bowl as it flows down the tube to its destination as my eyes roll back into my head, a never-ending orgasmic hell of a day ahead.

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“You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property.. You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property” it burns into my mind! Etching itself into my very core as my orgasms continue to crest and flow, my pussy gushing and my blue hair wet with sweat I feel something touch my tongue. Its hot, sticky and tastes weird, opening my eyes in darkness as I realize its cum, and not a small amount either, It keeps flowing into my mouth! Jamming my tongue into the tip of the tube solves nothing as my new Master has drilled holes around the tip to ensure Im getting my food, its slick and coating my throat and Im forced to keep swallowing as my mind fills with my Masters words. “ You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property.”

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Pleasure beyond imagination, thats all I am now. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm being torn from my pussy with reckless Abaddon with no way to stop it, you tried thrashing around but they simply added a corset and posture collar to make it more fun. Nipples clamps bring the promise of pain and white pads on my thighs speak to a different pain as they light up with electricity. Flowing from 1 pad through my pussy and to the other pad, as well as from nipple to nipple. My screaming now escaping my gag as the currents keep increasing. Orgasms followed by pain only to be dulled by the next orgasm! its endless! a sharp pain on my chest causes me to look for the source, a man holding a flogger, my abused, electrified nipples copping more punishment from a man I dont know while my Master talks to his guests. 5 men now stand, beating off to the orgasming girl before them, cumming in the very full glass bowl and showing no signs of stopping, glancing to the table of food and drinks I see a glass with blue pills in it. This is going to continue for a long time as my Master steps up to me, hard cock in hand. “you must be hungry for something” he says, removing my gag only to replace it with his throbbing cock. Fucking my throat is easy enough at this point, I have no resistance to mount from my orgasmic overload, shooting his load down my throat I swallow as I cum in turn, moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure as the cock is removed. Another cock pushes into my mouth and fucks away, its 1 of my Masters guests making use of me and after he is done the cock is replaced with a soaked pussy, the woman grinding greedily away at my tongues assault on her horny folds.

Now men and women are cumming in the offering bowl, and I see a tube leading from the sybian to above the bowl, a clear fuid running into it, Im contributing to the offerings whether I like it or not, the vibrations increasing in speed catching me off guard I moan into the current pussy sealed around my mouth as my orgasmic pace quickens, now cumming with passion I didnt know I had the fluid from my pipe beating out the cum shooting from the men and women, Im easily besting them all by myself Though they havnt spent days being edged nonstop but if I only knew where it was going I wouldn't be turned on by that. More people join the line-up to fuck my face as I continue cumming. No longer having individual orgasms, they have fused into 1 continuous orgasm pouring cum into the dildo I straddle with reinforced need, I dont want this to end, Im afraid I'll never get a chance to cum again after today my arousal heightens as my mind goes blank.

Awakening in a familiar pose, I realize Im still straddling the sybian and it still going at full speed. Having passed out, even momentarily, my senses are through the roof now as I scream into the cock now in my throat. Cum flowing freely down my dildo and into the bowl as well as down my throat. People have started to calm down around me, the drug induced haze clearing from them, but not me as they are not bolted to a sybian at max speed. 1 by 1 the partygoers leave untill its just me and my Master, and a still maxed out sybian with a stream of cum flowing into the bowl, my Master places a chair infront of me and sits, cock in hand as he plays with his throbbing meat. Taking the opportunity to look around, the house is spotless, the only mess in the room is me with a cum stained face and the bowl before me. Shooting a fresh load into the bowl my Master laughs and walks away, leaving me to moan as the sybian does what it was build to do, and then some.

With a gut full of fresh cum Im unbolted from the hellish device, unable to stand under my own strength my Master carries me to a chair and sits me down, Im amazed Im not sitting on a dildo now, but my pussy feels sadly empty now, spending all day with it inside me I now miss it dearly. My Master turning off the sybian Im led to the showers where he cleans and massages Me, my Master always knew how to reward me after such a marathon. Towelling me off Im amazed that its 8pm already, how time flies when your having fun cumming in a whirl of pleasure, my chastity belt reattached when I return to my room, my ballet boots locked on and a latex hood and gloves are added. With a kiss on your head and a simple “Goodnight my Slave” I lay in bed and instantly fall asleep.

Walking down the stairs My Master stares at a rug under a table with a smile on his face. Turning to set up the next device will be fun knowing the blue haired beauty will be done in a few days time. “Sleep well my new Slave” he mutters under his breath with a laugh.

[frxggie]

Oi it’s me loser! Can you do a male y/n x Overhaul? I had an idea where they run into a really fancy hall type thing, Y/N is on a mission to retrieve something important but they end up dancing toghether, I can be more specific if ya need it

sure (^^ my now ex friend aidan who doesnt have tumblr)

-male y/n

-quirk: cat- exactly what it sounds like (think Mirko’s rabbit quirk) you have ears and a tail like a cat, and all characteristics of a cat.

-ages- you and overhaul are both 20

-you’re a pro-hero on a mission to find out more about Overhaul’s motives

-H/n = hero name 

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You stepped into the ballroom. This was the fanciest party you’d ever been to- beautiful architecture, high ceilings, beautiful marble floors, 3 chandeliers- wait- DIAMOND CHANDIELERS? 

Jesus.. this place is fucking fancy.. wait- I’m not here to admire that right now.. I just have to find-

You were interrupted from your thoughts by a taller man with brown hair and yellow eyes, who was wearing gloves, an expensive looking suit, and.. 

Is he wearing a mask? Is he sick..?

“Uh- I’m sorry sir- what did you say?”

“I said, is this your first party or something? You look like you’ve never seen a chandelier before.” he laughed. 

“Ha, it actually is my first party- I, uh, .. don’t come from much..” your ears drooped a little and you hid your tail behind you. 

You were lying through your teeth of course, this wasn’t your first party. Of course it wasn’t, you were a pro-hero.. 

Hey- there’s something off about this guy...

You opened your mouth to speak, but he must have recognized you as well at this point. He smirked, and slipped a hand around your waist, pulling you out to the dance floor as some slow song came on.

He lowered his voice. 

“Why are you here, H/n?”

Your eyes widened, and you lowered your voice to match his.

“Why do you think, Kai Chisaki?”

He smirked. 

“If you’ve come to kill me, today is not your day, kitten.”

He lightly grabbed your tail, causing you to blush and tense slightly.

“D-Don’t do that!” you said angrily, batting his hands away, accidentally scratching him with your claws.

“Hey!”

“I’m not here to kill you, you lunatic. I can’t tell you why I’m here anyway.”

He spun you around at the same time everyone else on the dance floor spun- you had to admit, he was a good dancer.

“Ah, an information grab, maybe? Well, I’m sorry kitten, but you aren’t leaving my sights for the rest of the night.”

“That’s what you think.” you said with a smile.

“Hm. Trying to salvage the mission that was ruined from the second you started it- you’re adorable, really.”

“I’ll claw the fuck out of your ugly-ass face. My mission will succeed. You do know that back-up plans exist right, Chisaki?”

“Don’t call me that.” he said through his teeth, anger starting to materialize on his face.

You looked down and checked the watch on your wrist. Almost time for your back up plan to spring into action.. 

Good thing you had thought to suggest you go in bugged.

The music began to pick up, and Overhaul began to complicate the dance even more, trying to distract you from whatever you were planning. 

But the one thing he didn’t think through- you have the senses of a cat- incredibly smart and agile as HELL.

9:29 PM... One more minute.. and.. 

Just as the clock hit 9:30, the power went out. The whole house was dark.

There were gasps and small screams,  and a low growl from Overhaul. He just knew you were behind this. 

He went to grab you, to keep you close so you didn’t try anything, but alas, you were already gone. In all the confusion and darkness, you had slipped off.

“Shit! Where is he!” Overhaul whispered to himself, cursing quietly.

Another trait of cats- they have REALLY good vision in the dark and they’re hella fast.

You moved quietly through the halls, not making a single noise and alerting nobody.

You searched several rooms, your arms filling up with files and EXTREMELY classified information. You had made it to the top floor. You searched through the last room, opened the window, and climbed onto the roof, holding the files in your mouth.

“Told ya it wasn’t ruined, Overhaul.” you said quietly, scaling down the side of the building and into the darkness.

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hope this is what you had in mind

[cassyapper]

OKAY IVE ACTUALLY PLAYED TWO SESSIONS SINCE MY LAST POST SO IM GONNA COMBINE THEM HERE SORRY FOR THE LENGTH BUT,,IVE COME SO FAR I DONT WANNA STOP NOW

this is gonna be very messy cause i WILL be jumping back and forth as things come back to mind so uhh pls enjoy this absolute ramble <3

anyway. i continued playing omori and boy do i have some Thoughts

so first session; i went through the pyre(something i forgot the full name sob) forest/sprout mole village/sweetheart’s castle in one go and let me TELL YOU. DOING THAT WAS FUCKING INSANE I WENT NUTS holy shit.

so anyway.

pyre forest!!!! the lil race against the big spider coming after u for disturbing the smaller spiders mechanic was very fun i had a lot of fun figuring out the best routes to take. i know normally mechanics like that lead to ppl getting frustrated cause u have to keep retrying but i had a lot of fun!!!! sum annoyance but good natured type, th kind that just makes u try harder u know? i just enjoyed it JKFN;FN; candles in the foggy forest....now That is an aesthetic

the rare bear scared the fuckin shit out of me i remember it didn’t attack me straight away so i was like “aw (:” but then when i press x on him it takes me to a BATTLE SCREEN AND SUDDEN THAT MF IS TERRIFYING I WAS LIKE WHWHWHWHWKJDNJ. very funny i honestly wished i recorded my reaction

also omori is afraid of drowning...................................i am breathing heavily. i think whatever happened to mari is related to at least one of the things omori is scared of. so either heights, spiders, or drowning it seems. spiders doesnt seem super likely as a contributor to her death, and while falling from a height is more realistic, such a senseless way of dying doesnt seem to rlly fit ? with the vibe i get from the kiddos in the real world. which makes me think maybe drowning/otherwise suffocating is how she died...but we’ll see. also due to the forgotten library part, we know omori explicitly feared spiders/drowning before mari died so it’s also probable im jus talking out my ass here but still,,,,thoughts

also this motherfucker?

literally fucking terrifying. IT’S BODY IS MADE OF SUCC’D SPROUT MOLES...i still have no idea what exactly it was doing to them but jesus h christ!!!! evil and fucked up. do not feel bad for curbstomping it

sprout mole village!!!! very cute, im v excited to send that one dude his brother’s care package. i like how, when theyre not lost, sprout moles can be real endearing lil guys,,,theyre not my fav lil enemies but (:

also for some reason omori is the first game ive played where i really care about getting achievements ? so i literally did the back and forth on my save file just to get all the season sprout mole achievements JKDJFJ;. i ended up sticking w spring tho before moving on for real cause spring is my fav season irl (:

also i felt SO BAD for cutting down that one sprout mole’s chistmas tree he was just trying to celebrate but i wanted to see that present and coincidentally becoming a christmas ruiner was an achievement so all’s fair in love and war i suppose

ALSO. th fuckin plant monster thing under the scientist sprout mole’s room. major little shop of horror vibes from the design, absolutely adored it!!!!! originally i did  just cut the wire holding the piano over it, ending it in one go, but i was very curious abt it so i reloaded a save file to actually fight it and

i know it only spread that gas to make the kiddos happy cause being happy reduces attack i think ? it decreases attack/defense but seeing the kiddos smile so much was nice (:

however

omori...sunny....son boy.........u good ?

and now. sweetheart

the way the sprout moles completely adore and depend on sweetheart gives me such awful evil vibes and combined with such a luxurious background was fucking incredible

sweetheart herself, speaking of. bitch (sorta affectionately, certainly not derogatory)

i talked to every sprout mole in the audience before taking my seat and i literally dont know why. even when i picked up the pattern of where the unique dialogue could be found (usually the sprout moles farthest right) i still talked to all of them......just in case ? i have no idea. i dont know why i did that. i feel it’s important that i note it tho

LMAO SO WHEN SPROUT MOLE MIKE DID THE MINUTE OF SILENCE FOR YE OLD SPROUT MOLE

I LITERALLY FELT SO FUCKING BAD LMAO I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD NO!!!!!! I DID THAT!!! I KILLED HIM!!! OH MY GOD!!! I WONDER HOW AWKWARD OMORI KEL HERO AND AUBREY FELT IN THE AUDIENCE HOLY SHIT THEY HAD FRONT ROW SEATS TO SPROUT MOLE MIKE’S MOURNING!!! MY GOD FJKFN;;

also sprout mole mike describing 3′7″ inches as ”towering” was the FUNNIEST shit i have ever seen. also i have to wonder, since sweetheart made up the whole show of sweetheart’s quest for hearts in the first place, if she was seriously down to marry a sprout mole if one suited her fancy. jus v funny to me honestly. SPEAKING of sweetheart’s dating patterns I NOTICED THOSE FEM SKELETONS IN THE DUNGEON!!!!! BI SWEETHEART!!!! SHE’S JUST AS DOWN FOR GIRLS AS SHE IS BOYS

i know TECHNICALLY not everyone is in the dungeon for failing to be a good enough suitor but STILL...COME ON. THIS WAS BEFORE WE KNEW THAT. SWEETHEART BI I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

anyway

when the lights when out and lightning struck the third contestant, i knew Immediately something was gonna go down. and when the mustache sprout mole was like “oh yes!! u!! in the striped pjs!! u absolute beast ur perfect!!!” i KNEW hero had just been selected as the replacement i was goign completely fucking nuts i was like OH MY GODNFNG; HIS HEART IS ALREADY TAKEN BY MARI!!!!!!! STOP

i ended up taking so many screenshots during this part cause i was going feral so here take a glance just cause i love, uh, hero

OUR HERO IN SHINING ARMOR DJLBH;KFJB

also GOD FUCKING DAMMIT IM SHORTER THAN HERO

hero shaking on the stage when he was introduced...oh my HEART....IM SO FOND FOR THIS BOY WTF!!!!! DKJDN;N

this is not really NEWS to me since it’s implied hero is tall but like come ON..... sorry just every time i find out a character is explicitly taller than me i need to huff about it, moving on,

HERO FUCKS

sorry i just have so many screenshorts during this aprt cause i was going fucking crazy but

literally terrifying! sweetheart bathes in that shit!! christ!

is blood good for ur skin? i imagine, so long as like...gore isnt in it and it’s solely blood it cant be BAD necessarily......but good ? regardless very fucked up. besides the fact that well, uh, BLOOD, blood is also sticky as hell. ur telling me sweetheart willinglhy bathed in that shit? disgusting. at least thin it out

anyway I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THE PUZZLES AT SWEETHEART’S CASTLE....FROM THE DUNGEONS TO THE KITCHENS TO THE BALLROOM TO THE LIBRARY TO THE GARDENS JUST EVERYTHING!!!! IT WAS SO FUN I ENJOYED FIGURING IT OUT SO MUCH IT WAS LITERALLY DELIGHTFUL...I LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH THE GAMEPLAY IS SO FUCKING EPIC I LITERALLY HAVE SO MUJCH FUN.......OH MY GOD I JUST. INCREIDBLE!!!! FUCK

also the lil sir maximus bit.........i honestly felt really awful over having to kill them ): i think i even tried running once but it wouldnt let me...it hurt man ): they were just a family....

um but anyway,

i think it was rlly sweet how aubrey protested to the wedding cause she was worried abt sweetheart,,,like i cant rlly explain it idk how to put it into words,,like sweetheart is clearly not mentally well and having an episode, and aubrey being the only one to say “hey what ur doing is self-destructive and isolating” just mmmh. she cares a lot,,,and *i* care aubrey

also sweetheart’s battle theme fucking SLAPPED...SO GODDAMN HARD IM STILL QUAKING OVER IT....FUCKING BANGER YO!!!!!! INCREDIBLE

ah but alas

BASIL........I NOTICED THAT IT WAS HIS GHOST/SHADOW DURING THE EXIT FROM OTHERWORLD AS WELL BUT JUST FUCK

im so worried about basil ):

and it being so obvious that none of the others can see...........them asking omori if he’s okay.....oh my god. i go nuts

and then...the forgotten library part

i literally cried, again, oh my fucking god

these kids loved each other so much they ADORED the time they spent with each other and im QUAKING to know WHAT HAPPENED TO MARI......HOW DID THE FALLOUT GO. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW

i know there are multiple endings to this game and on god i am not QUITTING until i get the happiest ending there is for these kids im literally a goddamn fuckign mess oh my god

MARI SHWOING UP IN THE LIBRARY AT ONE POINT AND LEADING OMORI...........IM LTIERALLY GOIGN INSANE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HE LOVED HIS SISTER SO MUCH HE’S SO CLEARLY LOST WITHOUT HER I CANT FUCKING DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW

GOD

okay sorry i just. ive said ti before but the grief in this game is so real and palpable and it aches, it aches so bad. also the white egret orchids in the library...i see u

but regardless.... session two real world electric boogaloo

LOVE that kel is like “so i need to run errands but u wanna come with me right? of course u do!” like fuck i rlly do. kel is just so delightful i would literally do anything to spend time with him

ALSO i noticed u can just refuse to open the door both times kel’s knocked now and it makes me wonder....if u could choose to ignore kel ? and then venture out urself or just ? i wonder what would even happen if u chose to not open the door. im CERTAINLY not doing it myself at the very least not this playthrough but i am curious...i bet that’s how u get a bad ending, by not talking w kel

but anyway....

aubrey and her gang not saying anything in the pizza parlor........i jus think abt that is all

ALSO!! pet rocks!!!!!!!!! LOVE this lil thing it’s so cute. jus rock paper scissors it babey

speaking of lil bits, love all the mini quests in the real world...it’s just rlly fun and builds up this cute lil town........it also makes me think that whatever happened to mari cant have been anything except an accident, bc no one comments on what a tragedy it was to omori. like if it was murder, there’s no way such a horrific situation wouldnt engulf the town for a bit and sweep over it for weeks at least, but that just doesnt seem to have happened. this is def me reading too into it tho;; point is neighbors nice (: also i got the seashell necklace and i go apeshit

ALSO......THE FUCKING...........CHURCH. I VISITED WITH KEL ON A COMPLETE WHIM CAUSE I WAS CURIOUS IF THE PASTOR WOULD TALK MORE ABT AUBREY BUT NO. INSTEAD HE TALKS ABT THE WEIRD VIBE FORM THE GRAVEYARD HE’S GETTING!!! AND THE DUDE WHO CHILLS IN THE GRAVEYARD SAYS SHIT ABT THE SPIRITS GETTING READY FOR SOMEONE TO JOIN THEM!!!! BITCH WAHT THE FUCK

THERE’S NOF UCKING WAY THIS ISNT ABOUT BASIL. THERE IS NO!!! WAY!!!! I SWEAR ON GOD IF BASIL DIES I WILL LOSE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ESP CAUSE THERE IS LITERALLY NO OTHER WAY HE COULD DIE EXCEPT SUICIDE THAT’S WHAT IT HAS BEEN IMPLYING OVER AND OVER I GO NUTS I GO APESHIT NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK

OKAY SORRY I JUST. HHHHHHHHHHH

baby has acquired baby

kel’s family is rlly cute,,,,v heartwarming. i trust them

i do worry abt like...the stark difference between recognizing kel’s accomplishments and hero’s...i just idk. i just keep thinking abt that bit in kel’s story abt hero’s depression when his parents focused on hero and ignored him, and i just. kel’s family is good People but i worry if kel has a good support system...i jus........): i am watching

ahh THE BASIL MISSING PART MADE MY HEART LITERALLY FUCKING DROP..I WAS SO FUCKING PANICKED I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD THIS IS IT BASIL IS DEAD

THANKFULLY HE WASNT BUT HOLY GOD HOW THAT WHOLE SITUATION PANNED OUT MADE ME GO NUTS!!!!!!! BASIL...AUBREY...HER GANG.......FUCK OH M YOGD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

THANK G O D I SNOOPED AROUND KEL’S HOUSE BEFORE LEAVING I WOULD HAVE H A T E D TO FIGHT THEM ALL AT ONCE IM GLAD I WAS ABLE TO JUST PEPPER SPRAY THEM JESUS CHRIST

oh my god kim like asking for aubrey all concerned before deciding to trust her and leaving.....kim i diagnose u with lesbain

the whole fucking. basil almost drowning scene. i seriously feel like ive changed like as a person over it. i am thinking . i am thinking. i am only evee thinking about mari and how omori just loved her so much and how the thought of her gave him strength. th pic of her ghost holding omori’s hand in the water made me cry

MMMM BUT. HERO!!!

I DIE I DIE I DIE HE’S SO PRETTY FUCK ALSO HIM PICKING UP BASIL WOOOOOOOO THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT YEAHHHHHHHH

god i feel so bad about leaving aubrey tho. shes so clearly not okay and she so clearly did not mean to push basil in and oh my GOD I JUST...PLEASE....PLEASE CAN WE JUST TLAK TO HER I NEED TO TLAK TO HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED TO FUCK

the ghosts of omori and aubrey on the swings made me cry out like i had been physically assaulted

AHH BUT THEN TAKING BASIL HOME AND WHILE HE’S IN HIS BED HE JUST SAYS “oh sunny...there’s not way out of this...is there?” I LITERALLY GO BUCKWILD APESHIT INSANE STUPDI!!!!!! BASIL YOURE PUTTING UP A LOT OF ALARMING FLAGS HERE!!! PLEASE DO NOT FUCKING DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK. CHRIST. HELL. SHIT. THIS GAME IS DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY

GOD

oh my god but the day ending with hero and kel sleeping over at omori’s house...im kdnd im jkdim im not uhm okay THEY BUILT A BLANKET FORT PLEASE..I LOVE THEM

goddd hero going into the piano room....playing sum........and then asking omori abt the song he and mari used to play on violin...and then THE TITLE SCREEN MUSIC STARTS PLAYING....HI. HI HELLO HI YOU CANT FUCKIGN DO THAT HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUFBJFGJNGN;EJNE; IM GOIGN NUTS

also the name omori comes from the piano.............interesting...i wonder why sunny likes being called omori in the dreamscape...

god but omori not having a srs hallucination cause he’s w his friends and he feels safe...im gonna sob

However. i did glance into the bathroom mirror. AND INSTEAD OF THE EYE MF IT’S A DISTORTED AS HELL GHOST MARI???IM SO FUCKIGN SCARED. IM SO SCARED. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK? CREEPY AS HELL!!!

ohh my god this GAME

so finally i ended up in whitespace again. do NOT like that omori is completely alone in the world!!! what the FUCK!!!!!!!! I AM SO SCARED AT ALL TIMES. im literally about to go play sum more tho after dinner so i will see what happens. god i jsut......this game is so fucking good it has me by the balls dude. SO glad i decided to play it bruh

anyway thanks for reading all of this if u did, it’s an absolute monster ik and ur a real one

[sapphicomenn]

WELCOME TO MY THOUGHTS WHILE REWATCHING THE MCU IN TIMELINE ORDER: THE AVENGERS

“the tesseract has awakened” oh you mean the glowy cube from captain america AND captain marvel? THAT glowly cube?? cool looking stairs- ew who tf are you? the grim reaper??

what the fuck is a chitauri and why does it sound like sea food. “a world will be his. the universe, yours.” STOP BLAMING THE PRONOUN GAME AND GIVE ME NAMES FFS

ooo shield base. “not a drill.” oh shits going down- COULSON. FUURRRYYY FUCK YEAH. the best marvel characters are here the movie has peaked- oldman from thor is here?? intoresting. and who the hell is this woman tryna question fury??

the glowy cube is a shE???????? HUH??????? oh hey its hawkeye the badass archer guy. oh shit things are going down. the cube is sparking and swirling??- IT OPENED A PORTAL

LOKKIII YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD WELCOME BACK. HE HAS A SHOOTY MAGIC SPEAR LIKE A BADASS. he just took out a bunch or shield with a shooty spe- OHMYGODS HE CAN CONTROL MINDS WITH IT.

“loki. brother of thor.” OLDMAN STFU

GUNS GO PEW PEW ALONG SIDE A GOOD OLD CAR CHASE SKSHSKKSHS. RUN FURY RUNNN. the portal imploded on itself like a moron hA

WHO TF NAMES THEIR CHILD “HILL” WTF. “we are at war.” NO SHIT SHERLOCK A NORSE GOD STOLE THE CUBE YOU WERE SUPPOST TO PROTECT

tis a train and a old building- NATASHA. how tf were you taken hostage? im so glad i have subtitles on otherwise i wouldnt understand a thing these ppl are saying. HOW TF IS SHE KICKING ASS WHILE TIED TO A CHAIR WHAT IN THE HELL-

oh his leg deff broke once he fell off the ledge tied to a chain. cut to a lil gorl running to find a doctor- who tf this is of course. THIS GUY IS BANNER??? i mean im glad they changed the actor but wtf. “theres no one that knows gamma radiation like you do.” YA DONT SAY, ROMANOFF. “STOP LYING TO ME” JESUS FUCK THAT MADE ME JUMP

oh damn shield has their own O5 council? cool. EXPLAIN WHAT PHASE2 IS ALREADY. also dont say thor is bad he is a giant puppy dog with a war-boner.

oh hi steve, working off that PTSD by beating the shit out of a punching bag ay? oh right steve knows the glowy cube. “at this point i doubt anything would surprise me.” “ten bucks says you’re wrong” welp ya owe him ten bucks steve

“is there anything you can tell us about the tesseract to help us now?” “you should’ve left it in the ocean.” WELL THAT HELPS ALOT DOESNT IT. hello there iron man, at the bottom of the ocean.? sure why the hell not

aye stark tower’s about to have clean energy, yay stark! “stark tower, is your baby.” how do you give birth to a tower.???????? KSHSJSHSKSJS COULSON BROKE INTO THE TOWER “is first name is agent.” TONY SKSHKSSHKSVSKSHSKS

*whisper whisper whisper* yeah she bribed tony with sex so he’d work on the avengers and stuff. “the guys like a stephen hawking.” “. . .” “hes like a smart person”

awh coulson is fangirling over steve- watched you while you were sleepin- man you’re awkward. you adorable dumbass. ohshit underground musky lab- OLDMAN AND LOKI

the world is breaking around loki. sea food army is restless- shut the fuck up you stupid looking eye wrapped bastard. WHO THE HELL IS THIS HE?????? welcome back to earth you smexy man

FLOATING WATER BASE

back to avenger tingz. man coulson is the biggest cap fan- oh its a giant sub- NO ITS A GIANT FLYING BASE HOLYSHIT SHIELD THATS AMAZING.

now we go into the meetings and talking related stuff :I yey. “lets vanish” wdym- IT HAD A CLOAKING DEVICE. HA STEVE JUST GAVE THE TEN HE OWED SKSHSKHSKSJS

i dont understand a word of all the science stuff they just said but yay. “i need a distraction. and an eyeball” barton what the fuck why do you need an eye.?

oh lokis in germany, at a very fancy party might i add. loki is best boy ever. even if he just bonked a the head/ OHMYGOD AND STOLE HIS FUCKING EYE JESUS CHRIST INFRONT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE.??????

“i said. KNEEEEL” dont need to tell me twice-

blagh villain speeches are the worst. why tf did this old guy stand up “not to men like you.” shut up. SHOOT HIM- wtf. steve what the hell are you wearing? what the fuck is that- aye tonnnyyy!!!! he hacked into the jet thingy and started playing music from the speaker thats the best.

CAPSICLE SKSHSKSHKSHSKSJ- ohfuck thunder. THOR WELCOME TO THE PARTY. “im not overly fond of what follows” WKVSKSBSKSHSJS

HE JUST BROKE INTO THE JET AND STOLE LOKI FROM EM. “theres only one god ma’am. and im sure he doesnt dress like that.” cap stfu

“i thought you were dead.” “did you mourn.” damn loki thats harsh. thor is angy at his brother. “you listen well brot-ARGH” “..im listening?” STARK YOU CHOSE THAT MOMENT TO BODY SLAM THOR OFF THAT CLIFF AND LEAVE LOKI BEHIND? REALLY?

“.. tourist.” FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT KICK HIS ASS, THOR. DONT KILL HIM WITH LIGHTNING THO

if someone throwed me against a tree i wouldnt be walking. im just saying

“THATS ENOUGH.” cap did you think that would work?? and how the hell did your dinner plate stop the power of thor

loki do be in jail tho. how’s this gonna go wrong- oh he smiled at banner. THATS how it goes wrong

tell him off fury! “you have made me very disapoin-“ OH NVM HE SAYS DESPERATE IGNORE THIS

“uNlimiteD pOoWeRRRRR”

“let me know if real power wants a magazine or something.” good comeback fury. i think

“loki is beyond reason, but he is of asgard. and he is my brother” “he killed 80 people in two days.” “he’s adopted.” KSBSKSJSJSJSK

“that man is playing galaga. he thought we wouldnt notice, but we did.” TONYKANSKSHKSJSKSJ tony is a fucking legend. “finally someone who speaks english!” “is that what just happened?” steve stfu you’re a fighty man not a smart man

“i do! . . . i understood that reference.” steve nvm keep talking please. PLEASE THE MAN IS STILL PLAYING GALAGA SOSJSKSJSJKS

why is tony eating blueberrys- where the hell did he get blueberrys. “we have orders. we should start following them.” steve you tried to get into the army under fake locations for months AND broke into a german base when you were a showpony. stfu about following rules

“so you’re saying the hulk.. the other guy? saved me” yes. yes we are saying that, banner. aye steve go break into shit like you’re suppost to :D

oh hi again oldman, welcome back. yay shield saved padme, and awh oldman talked about thor alot. thor i love you alot. loki just tell nat where tf you left barton :/ oh barton was sent to KILL nat?? not hire her?? well that went downhill. whomst the hell is dreykov- sao paulo- the hospital fire???? hawkeye wtf why’d you spill it all to loki.

mewley quim wtf kind of insult is that- oh damn nat figured out the hulk is lokis next plan of attack. PHASE TWO IS TO USE THE GLOWY CUBE TO MAKE FUCKING WEAPONS? SHIELD WHAT THE HELL

HA FURY TRIED TO LIE IS WAY OUTTA IT BUT BC STARK HACKED INTO IT ALL HE JUST EXPOSED HIMSKHSKSJSKS

WAIT THEY WERE MADE FOR THOR AND ASGARDIANS? WHAT THE FUCK SHIELD- oh damn lokis staff is the reason they’re all at eachother. probably

“yeah. big man in a suit of armor. take that off what are you?.” “genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” well you’re not wrong

guys stop fighting, HAWKEYE IS BREAKING IN. “in case you needed to kill me. but you cant. i know, i tried.” awh thats sad, i wanna hug banner so bad :(

OHSHIT AN ENTIRE WING GOT BLOWN UP THE FLYING BASE IS GOING DOWN- HULKS COMING OUT THATS NOT GOOD. the transforming is scary- RUN NAT

loki stop smiling because the plan is going your way. “it seems to run on some form of electricity.” “well you’re not wrong” tony stop being funny this isnt fair

HULK JUMPSCARE JESUS CHRIST- NAT GOT BITCHSLAPPED THROUGH A WALL- YAY THOR TO SAVE THE DAY. HAMMER TIME BABYY

*B O N K*

hulk trying to pick the hammer up is funny. BRIDGE IS UNDER ATTACK. DO YOU THINK SHOOTING HULK IS A GOOD IDEA??? HE JUST TOOK OUT FIGHTER JET AND ALMOST KILLED THE GUY FLYING IT

CAP IS KICKING ASS- OH GOD NO THE ENGINES ARE FAILING. OHGOD LOKI IS OUT- THOR YOU DUMBFUCK DID YOU FORGET LOKI CAN DO MAGIC SHIT? NOW YOU’RE STUCK IN THE GLASS CONTAINER

COULSON SAVE THOR! SHOOT LOKI DAMNIT- COULSON NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

glass cage go brrrrr

HA LOKI GOT FUCKIN SHOT BY COULSON BEFORE HE DIES( :( ) tony almost got minced by the engine thingys

im gonna cry coulson how dare your death make me sad :(( stupid heart breaking aftermath moments.

thor is stuck in a field, banner fell through the roof of a building. awh the security guard is so nice :) barton is a fucking mess right now “how’d you get him out?” “i hit you on the head really hard.” KSJSKKSSK

tony figured out lokis plan- ITS TAKING PLACE AT HIS TOWER? THE AVENGERS IS TAKING ACTION BABY LETS GOOOO

wait a fucking moment, the cards coulson has are covered in blood. so you’d think they were on him when he was stabbed- yet hill just said they were in his locker “they needed the push.” FURY YOU RUINED NEAR MINT VINTAGE COLLECTABLE CARDS TO MOTIVATE SUPER FREAKS???

o hi loki welcome to stark tower

“stalling wont change-“ “no no, threatening. no drink? ya sure? im having one.”

“i have an army.” “we have a hulk.” HE SAID IT, HE SAID THE LINE

HA LOKI CANT TAKE STARKS MIND BC HIS HEART IS SOME TECHY METAL CRAPKSJSKSJSKS- i guess choking and tossing him around works. so does throwing hik out a window

oh no the glowy cube just opened a portal for the army of seafood. they look like creatures from halo.

BROTHER FIGHT

CHAOS EVERYWHERE

PLANE DOWN PLANE DOWN

what the fuck just growled- HOLYSHIT THEY HAVE A SPACE LEVIATHAN. it looks badass ngl. loki redemption arc? nope he just stabbed thor.

SPACE BIKE GO BRRRRR

yes because arrows and guns will stop the, alien monsters with lazer arms. some how its working. “just like budapest all over again.” “you and i remember budapest very differently.” WTF HAPPENED AT BUDAPEST BARTON AND NAt, HUH?

cap just scared the shit outta some police men HAHA

“i have unfinished business with loki.” “yeah? get in line” barton is snarky right now. banner just rides up on a motercycle like “hi what i’d miss”

“im bringing the party to you.” stark says while being chased by a giant metal space whale who’s crashing and crushing everything in its path along a street

“thats my secret cap. im always angry.” FUCK YEAH BANNER MESS THAT SPACE WHALE UP. HE JUST PUNCHED A GIANT FUCKING WHALE THING.

the music, the avengers circling around. its amazing. well things are gonna get worse bc more space whales showed up

“and hulk. . . smash.”

LIGHT THEM FUCKERS UP, THOR. shield maybe instead of watching, maybe, oh i dont know. HELP THEM???

i dont know what else to say other then its alot of fighting and smashing alien faces into the ground

hulk and thor kicking ass on the back of a space whale is awesome. HULK WHY DID YOU PUNCH HIMSJSOSHSKJSKSJSKSKSKSK

i fuxking love when steve turtle shells behind his shield.

“director fury. the council has made a decision.” “i recognize the council has made a decision. but given its a stupid-ass decision, i have elected to ignore it.” fury never stop being awesome

loki thought he was so smug when he caught bartons arrow, then it blew up in his face. literally IKSKSKSKSKS

HULK FUCK LOKI UP! JSHSKSGKSHSJSHSJSJ HE JUST TOSSED LOKI AROUND LIKE A RAGDOLL “puny god.” “*pained wheezing from a smooshed loki*”

oh damn- OH DAMN, STARK. he just jonahed the fucking whale thing and blew it up from the inside. well now the city has a nuke coming for it :/

yall have a chance to shut the portal down, and tony, you want to go INTO that portal and throw the nuke in? wtf stark.

TONY GO BACK TO EARTH DAMNIT FUCKING BASTARD PASSED OUT. yay hulk saved his stupid ass. do cpr.? mayb.? or a hulk roar will wake him up KEJSKJSKSSKJS

tony. you just blew up a alien command center with a nuke, passed out and fell to earth through a portal. and you want, shawarma?

and now back to loki. “if its all the same to you, i’d like that drink now.” ISHSKSJSJSJSKSJSJ

STAN LEEE

the people love em. yey

council lady stfu about the avengers being a threat. they just said the earth and you’re worried about them going rouge??

“if we get into a situation like this again, what happens then?” “they’ll come back.” i mean theres three more avenger movies so i assume so. remodaling stark towers so its the avenger tower? neat!

NEXT MOVIE: IRON MAN 3

*MID CREDIT SCENE* oh hi again mr no eyes. do we get to see this HE? OH WE DO. o hi mr 10 chins

once again ignore the misspells it was three AM when i finally finished this and im just now rereading it

[bridgyrose]

the sdc is holding a ball, where wby meet for the first time. somehow, their flirting convinces jacques that they're all secretly dating. they decide to run with it just to make him angrier, and he eventually snaps. his public image is ruined, and stocks plummet the next day. they decide to date for real because why not?

(not the entirety of the prompt, but I figured I’d have a bit of fun since I’ve let this one sit for a while)

“Just quit your fussing!”

Yang sighed, fidgeting nervously as she looked at everybody around. “All I’m saying is that we dont belong here. This is way too fancy-”

Ruby rolled her eyes. “I dont want to be here either. But dad was invited and he brought us along. Besides, at least you dont need to wear these… lady stilts.”

Yang chuckled a bit as she straightened out her suit jacket. “You could’ve gotten a suit too.” 

“You know dad wouldn’t want to hear it. Besides, I never could find one that fit.”

Yang sighed and ruffled Ruby’s hair a bit. “I’ll try to enjoy myself. Besides, this really cant be all that bad, now can it?”

Ruby nodded. “We’re professional huntresses. We’ve handled way worse than this.”

Yang smiled slightly and started walking around the edge of the room. The rich and successful from all over Remnant could be seen around. All invited by the head of the SDC himself. “Makes me wonder why dad was invited anyway.”

“We needed the extra security.”

Yang turned around to see a young woman with white hair, eyes of soft blue, and wearing a blue dress to match. “O-oh, sorry, I didnt realize you’d be here.”

The woman shook her head. “I promise, I’m just a normal girl like you. Although, I cant say you arent all that bad to look at.”

Yang blushed a little bit and held out her hand. “Yang Xiao Long.”

“Weiss Schnee.” 

“So, what exactly is the occasion for this?”

Weiss sighed. “Father has decided he’s going to show off the new dust that was created. Not like he had anything to do with it…”

Yang nodded and smiled at her. “While we’re here, why dont we have ourselves a dance?”

Weiss looked at Yang curiously. “And what makes you think that you’re worthy of a dance with me?”

Yang shrugged. “Just figured I’d ask.”

Weiss smirked and took Yang’s arm. “Just this one. Only because it’ll piss off father.” 

Yang smiled and walked Weiss to the middle of the ballroom.

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Blake frowned as she watched everyone dance and enjoy themselves. She was the only faunus here and she knew exactly why. And to add insult to injury, Jacques had been avoiding her all night. A night of diplomacy my ass. Cant even bother to try to make the lie believable. She sat down, just waiting for the night to be over. 

It wasnt long before a certain heiress and blonde caught her eye. She watched them dance for a bit, curious. Blake got up and walked closer to them once the two finished. 

Weiss noticed and stopped for a moment. “O-oh. It’s you. I didnt actually expect for you to come.”

Blake sighed. “I probably shouldn’t have. Not like your father is interested in any peace talks.” 

“You can blame that on the fact that he prefers the good pr over actually doing any of the work. Just inviting someone like you makes him look like the better man.”

Yang stepped up and smiled at her. “By the way, I’m Yang.”

Blake smiled a bit and bowed. “Blake Belladonna, leader of the White Fang.”

“If Weiss doesnt mind, maybe I can take you out for a dance next.”

Blake looked at the two curiously. “Why me?”

Weiss smirked. “Cant two pretty women make sure another is having fun?”

Blake nodded and took both Weiss’s and Yang’s hands. “Then let’s have a little fun.”

[once-upon-a-drama]

Thoughts no one asked for about search:www part 2

One of the best things I've watched, in long time. The drama about the search engine stuff. The main leads absolutely flooring it and living life on their own terms. Bad ass women goooooo!!!!!!!

(let me make a few things clear. It's absolutely not a perfect show, it's got a few problems.)

But honestly there's two things that really stuck out to me and I'd like to adress those two things.

1) working during your 20's

Their treatment of ai ra. The girl who initially works as a barista in unicon. She's clearly talented and ta mi acknowledges that, going so far as to call the people who rejected her as fools who don't know how to recognise talent. And when she leaves unicon ta mi even takes her with her.

In the beginning we see her wearing some offbeat clothes. She isn't as stylish as scarlet or professional as ta mi. Yet she never wavers in her enthusiasm or her drive to get better and work there. Obviously meeting her idol who turns out to be trash is turning point for her.

The writers could've handled this is a number of ways. They could've ignored it and painted the man in bad light. As in it happens. He's trash. U get better dressed from on. Its the way it.. ( ta mi says this precisely. I'll get back to that later.)

They could've made her angry. Pissed that no one understands that she has no money and therefore unable to dress herself appropriately and such. Etc etc.

I feel like the fact that they made ta mi acknowledge that an industry like their's expect a certain level of, how do I put it (looking rich disguised as professionalism) is very important. It makes her take responsibility for adults her age. That they've made a culture like that. It doesn't put the onus on ai ra to be better. Ta mi says it's a culture like this. People in their 20's just starting out barely have enough money. And in fit of guilt she offers her fancy costly bag to ai ra.

She doesn't offer any sympathies or explanations. She does what she can, at that point without patronising her. Ai ra on her part doesnt get angry.

She's devastated and goes home. We see her crying. Which is such a nice thing it self. Not that she's crying. But we never see this part. Where people are just feeling helpless unable to do anything. That someone would judge her for being a particular way when they barely met her.

I'm not saying you shouldn't dress professionally or be allowed to come in absolute rags. But there's a difference. Because no body in her workplace had a problem with it. And there's far better ways of gently asking her to dress better than some random dude you've just met saying u look weird.

I found this bit so heartwarming because I've seen other shows where the person dresses up drab on their first day. It's either played of for laughs or just ignored or she's gets a makeover without actually addressing any of the underlying issues.

I can't think of a counter example. But one such example comes to mind. I've been on a suits kick lately. Here Mike is kind of poor barely scraping by. He has to pay for his grandmother and lives with his friend.

And when Harvey doesn't like his suits he just hands him his corporate card and asks him to buy some better stuff. While albeit its a nice gesture on his part it doesn't adress practically any of the underlying issues.

2)on the topic of marriage

This is in reference to a particular scene basically. I've no particular extra opinions to add but I just found it to be such a different take on the topic. Park morgan and ta mi are discussing about marriage and their reasons for doing it and not doing for the umpteenth time.

And ta mi points out that it's unfair why people who don't have to marry have to always acknowledge their reasons. They have to explain themselves repeatedly for their choice. Whilst people who want to marry aren't given such shit. (now I know the underlying reasons why this happens. Because marriage is the norm etc etc)

But it was albeit portrayed very interestingly.

[shadedrose01]

Crushes and Cuddles

Ship: Parkner (Harley Keener/Peter Parker)

Summary: Movie night at Avengers Tower

Tags: Movie Night, Febufluff, snuggles, Couch Cuddles, Sleepy Cuddles, Platonic Cuddling, Romantic Cuddling, all of the cuddling, we love cuddles, Avengers Family, Pre-Relationship, Peter is smitten, Precious Peter Parker, Bisexual Peter Parker, Gay Harley Keener, Boys In Love, The Outsiders movie, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure

Day one of Febufluff: "Snuggles"!

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Peter swings higher, pushing his body forward into a flip before he lands graceful on the metal balcony, the air puffing out of his lungs. He checks the clock in the corner of his vision one last time as he walks into his room, and grins. 7:28pm. Perfect timing.

Normally, Peter would still be out at this time, swinging around the town, helping old ladies cross the street, stopping robberies, saving lives, his usual routine patrol. However, today was always different. Today, Peter always cut his patrol short.

Today was Friday. Friday's meant movie night at the Avengers tower, and every second Friday, Peter got to join them. And today, this friday in particular, he knew (or, he hoped) that somebody else would be joining them too. Just the thought of it caused butterflies to grow in his stomach, and his heart to race, a big, goofy smile on his face as he rips off his mask and taps the spider emblem on his suit.

Peter changes quickly, knowing the others wouldn't wait on him if he was late, and rushes downstairs. As soon as the elevator doors open, the sound of hearty chatter and laughter rushing to his ears, the smell of buttery popcorn fill his nose and making his mouth water.

He can only take one step into the room before someone is shouting out to him, "Hey, shortstack! Thought you weren't gonna make it!"

He rolls his eyes at Sam's tease, strolling into the room, following the sweet, sweet, delicious scent over to the three leather couches surrounding a wide screen tv. "I'm almost as tall as you now, you know. And I wasn't that late! I was only-" he glances at the sleek black watch on his wrist, a gift from Tony for his birthday a few months back. "Three minutes late!"

"Three minutes too long!" Bucky chimes in, a shit eating grin on his face. Peter just rolls his eyes again.

The Avengers were scattered across the three couches, Bucky sitting in between Sam and Steve on the far right couch, the smaller one of the three, Bruce, Natasha, Wanda and Clint all sitting on the middle couch, the longest one, while Tony and Pepper were sitting on the last remaining couch, the far left one, similar in size to the right side. There was slight personal, polite spacing in between all of them, but Peter knew that wasn't going to last, not that he was complaing. So, he strategically chose to go sit beside his mentor, who wraps an arm around him as soon as he sits down.

"Leave him alone, you two," the older man states, ignoring the immediate whining of "always taking the kids side!" and "no fun!" coming from the two grown ass men sat across from them to put his full attention on to Peter, his face softening. "How was patrol, kid?"

Peter beams. "Good! There wasn't anything crazy happening tonight, so I just helped some people out. One lady locked her keys inside of her car, and only left the window open a crack, so I had to send out my renessant drone to swoop down and grab them for her. I helped an elderly man across the street! He was so sweet, and offered to buy me ice cream, which I totally would have accepted but I had just eaten my sandwich, so I had to decline, and then-"

"Can we watch the movie now?" Clint cuts him off abruptly, but clearly without malicious intent, just impatience. It was Clints turn to choose the movie, and he was clearly ready to watch whatever he chose. Peter wasn't offended, he tended to ramble anyways.

Peter smiles sheepishly as Tony rolls his eyes and waves a hand. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead, drama queen."

As everyone settles in and the beginning credits for 'The Outsiders' starts to play, Peter glances around the room one last time and frowns, leaning into Tony, whispering. "Is Harley coming down?"

Harley. Harley Keener, the boy who had helped Tony fight the Manderin as a kid, who had finished high school early and moved in with Tony to start scouting out Colleges and Universities, who had caught Peter's eye the minute he had walked into the room for that first time, and hadn't left his mind since. The object of Peter's growing, apparently obvious affections, as literally everyone in the tower knows about his not so subtle crush except for Harley. And they all love to tease him relentlessly about it, much to Peter's embarrassment.

Now is no exception, if the twinkle in Tony's eyes is anything to go by. At least he has the decency to whisper it back to him so nobody else will hear. "He had to write an essay or something, said he'd be down later. Don't worry, Petey, lover boy will show."

"Not my lover boy." Peter grumbles, feeling his cheeks burn as Tony snickers beside him and turns back towards the screen.

It happens slowly, as it always does. Everyone starts to relax, sinking back into the cushions as they watch Ponyboy and Sodapop bicker playfully, the small space between bodies slowly slipping away. Wanda is the first to truly break it, her upper body slowly slipping to the left before connecting with Clint's, her head resting against his shoulder. He just slips a hand around her waste and pulls her gently closer before proping his feet up on to the coffee table placed in the center of all of the couches. After that, its like a chain reaction, everyone falling into each others space. Bruce lays against the armrest, his arms wrapped around Natasha who lies on his chest, her legs stretched out over the couch and falling into Wanda and Clint's laps. Both Sam and Steve cuddle into Bucky, Steve resting his head against Bucky's chest, arms wrapped around him tight while Sam just leans against him, seeming content.

Pepper, Tony and Peter were already sort of cuddling before the movie even began, but Pepper shuffles in closer to Tony, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he turns and presses one to her lips, and Peter takes a page out of Natasha's books, squirming out from under Tony's arm to lay across the couch, head cushioned by a pillow and feet pushed underneath Tony's tights, his toes warming up instantly. Tony glares at him lightly for breaking the moment, Peter just sticks his tongue back out in response.

It's about midway through the movie, Ponyboy having just bleached his hair blond when Peter hears the elevator doors opens, and soft footsteps pad out towards the doggie piles.

"Took you long enough, Keener." Tony teases first, head turning just as Harleys figure comes into view, and Peter's breath gets knocked out of him. He's not wearing anything fancy; in fact, Harley is in his pjs, wearing a pair of old red flannel bottoms and a ratty black t-shirt that's full of holes and stains from working in the workshop. His hair is messy, not combed and obviously just tossed back by his hands, and he looks like he hasn't gone out at all today, he probably hasn't. To anybody else, Harley probably looks comfy, lazy, but to Peter, Harley is stunning no matter what he wears, his beauty shining through whatever clothes he throws on, and he has to remind himself to breathe, looking away quickly before he gets too worked up, his face ablaze.

Tony quirks an eyebrow at him, smirking, but he thankfully doesn't say anything, doesnt point it out as Harley responds, "I had important shit to do, old man, you know that."

A chorus of "language!" rings out as soon as the words are out of Harleys mouth, the boys only response being a heavy sigh, sounding annoyed but with an undertone of amusement. The boy then glances around, his light, bright like a summers day blue eyes clearly searching for a spot to sit, and Peter feels a shot of anxiety, knowing that it was now or never if he wanted to put his plan into motion.

When Harleys gaze lands on him, Peter swallows his nerves and holds out his hands, putting on his best puppy dog pout while doing grabby hands, hoping, praying that Harley will get the hint. The older boy rolls his eyes at him, but his face brightens with a wide smile that causes Peter's heart to flutter, and he reaches forward to clasp his hand into Peter's, practically sending Peter into cardiac arrest. Peter tugs him over gently, Harley flopping onto the couch, his back pressed against the back of the couch but the rest of him is pressed against Peter, his legs tangling around Peter's, one arm wrapping around Peter's back, the other curled into his chest, still hand in hand, his head resting against the crook of his neck and shoulder.

"This okay?" Harley murmurs, his breath puffing against Peter's collarbone, and Peter's body is on fire, full of a burning warmth that wraps around his chest and leaves him breathless. He can't answer verbally, so he just nods firmly, wrapping his own arm around Harley's waist to hold him in place, a wide grin firmly placed on his face. He doesn't care if Harley only means this in a platonic way, if hes only doing this because everyone else is. He cant seem to care, savoring every moment he gets of Harley pressed in close, almost as close as possible to him, and trying to retain it in his memory.

Near the end of the movie, the day catches up to Peter, the heavy pressure and warmth on his chest soothing him into exhaustion, his blinks getting longer and longer as Ponyboy jumps into the burning church until he cant find the energy to open them again, giving into the tide of sleep that gently eases over him.

Peter wakes up to a message on his phone of a picture of the two of them wrapped around each other, Harley curled up to his chest and Peter pressing his face into Harleys hair, fast asleep. And a month or two later, when Peter finally confesses his feelings for the older boy, and the two start to date, the picture ends up being framed, placed on the small table beside Peters bed.

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Please rate the eeveelutions, they're my favs I wanna know what you think about them

Okay now that I’m at my computer and not my phone let’s get cracking!!

First and foremost, Eevee! #133

not my favorite │ average │ cute │ adorable │ best │ ultimate fave

Eevee is adorable, dependable, versatile (obviously), like its a 1st stage pokemon that can be added to your group and then evolved into such a VARIETY of types to offset whatever thing you’re lacking in your team like, loveability aside that’s straight up useful. The swiss army knife of pokemon. And you can plan for the future like, okay I don’t need an electric cause by the time i get to X gym i’ll have a jolteon. Eevee is freaking adorable and amazing, I have Let’s Go Eevee and his name is Copper and I love him.

Vaporeon #134. Water.

not my favorite │ average │ cute │ adorable │ best │ ultimate fave

Vaporeon is elegant. Like I know Espeon is the fancy one? But you can’t ignore that Vaporeon is right up there with it for like dismissive bitch at the party. They can be the intelligent reserved one AND the fancy one, 10/10

Jolteon #135. Electric.

not my favorite │ average │ cute │ adorable │ best │ ultimate fave

You ever bought a pair of vans? chances are you’re into Jolteon. Jolteon is the androgynous fav, the punk girl and the rock dude, the agreeable middle ground of the Eevee gang. Jolteon is just cool, and fast as FUCK, you need a speed boost?? Get yourself a Jolteon

Flareon #136. Fire.

not my favorite │ average │ cute │ adorable │ best │ ultimate fave

Got to admit, not my fav. A somewhat uninspired design, I understand that the fluff looks like fire but what if the fluff WAS fire? I’m talking Ponyta dude, What if it was white hot fire and the red fur had a gradient down to the paws where the part closest to the white hot fire was paler, and the paws were a deep dark red and it’s eyes looked like smoldering coals. Now THATS a fire-type Eevee, but by no means to be ignored, Just not my fav

Umbreon #197. Dark.

not my favorite │ average │ cute │ adorable │ best │ ultimate fave

You ever bought a slap bracelet at hot topic? You’ve heard of Umbreon, and he’s been in your main team since you were 11. Now this is not to generalize this badass, cause theres a REASON everyone loves it. People go apeshit over anything moon oriented, you telling me this pitch black dope-ass fox has glowing rings of gold and blood red eyes? Only appears if it trusts you with its entire soul under the cover of darkness?? Will fight for you and guard your grave for millenia? Hell yeah dude, of COURSE people love this guy

Glaceon #471. Ice.

not my favorite │ average │ cute │ adorable │ best │ ultimate fave

I like glaceon, glaceon is cool, but suffered for being paired with Leafeon because its not as cool as Leafeon. Now this is 100% my personal bias for all things forest related and I admit that, because at its base the ice design is very smooth and cool and I love the whole head design of the creature. Would have liked to have seen more fluff and like ice shards sticking off the body in my person opinion. Glassy ice coated or even milky white eyes would have been a dope bonus. 

Leafeon #470. Grass.

not my favorite │ average │ cute │ adorable │ best │ ultimate fave

Fuck yeah dude. I love Leafeon. I love all things nature related and its got a GREAT design! It’s 3D models kind of suck but its 2D art is amazing! With the gradient of the Leaf ears and tail and the great un-symmetrical detail on the leaves! The colors overall and the eyes! Love this little forest spirit, I trust this creature. 10/10 would follow it into the fae realm

Espeon #196. Psychic.

not my favorite │ average │ cute │ adorable │ best │ ultimate fave

Espeon is cool but again suffered for me with who it was paired with because Umbreon was CLEARLY my pick and I never gave Espeon much of a shake unless my goal was to get all the eeveeloutions. Espeons presence in Pokemon Colosseum is what made me like them way more, as starting with them both was extremely cool. very smooth elegant lady who absolutely absorbs all the details around her but doesnt do anything with the information unless it suits her purposes. Be careful with what you share with her, she aient gonna gossip but it WILL hurt you if she desires so.  

Sylveon #700. Fairy.

not my favorite │ average │ cute │ adorable │ best │ ultimate fave

Everyone loves Sylveon, a really great fairy type that came with no partner when announced but stood out all on its own. Would have liked to see it counterbalanced with a Dragon type eevee but we can’t have everything. Colors were absolutely amazing and I am in love with the dynamic ribbons that flow all around it, makes it appears very mystical while still being inviting! (Like a fairy!) Great color choice for everything including the eyes and one was really important to a lot of people. I too really enjoy Sylveon. 

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Room headcannons? Are they messy, clean, sparse or cluttered? Does sniper have a room in base but usually sleep in his van?

Scout- 

His room is a wreck. He sets something down and it’s gone forever. His bed is a mattress on the floor, he has a red blanket that’s almost never actually on the mattress, and about 5 pillows without pillow cases that are also mostly all on the floor. Scout has a mini bookshelf in his room, the top shelf has signed baseballs, the second has random knick-knacks that he hasn’t lost in the mess on the floor yet. Stuff like a couple Bicycle card boxes of baseball cards, an inhaler without its cap, a half empty thermos of water, maybe some silver jewelry. He has a basket for laundry but his clothes are all over the floor. The laundry basket is full of CDs. He’s got a Hot Chick calendar taped to the wall, and a bunch of Tom Jones posters scattered around the room, also taped to the walls, because the walls are metal so thumbtacks don’t work. Basically his room is messy and hard to walk through.

Soldier-

He doesn’t have a lot in his room because he doesn’t need much to feel at home. He’s got a pretty uncomfortable mattress on a box spring, with a thin blanket and one pillow with no pillowcase. He has a cardboard box full of things he thinks are worth keeping, but the things in that box are mostly strange things he probably shouldn’t even have. The ring finger of a bot, a bag full of an unknown person’s teeth, some animal skins. The box containing things like this is labeled “good stuff”. He has another box, but this one was a grey storage chest labeled "better good stuff" and it contains pictures of him and zhanna, and him and friends, and objects with real sentiment. His room is very bare.

Pyro-

Pyro’s room is a squareish-rectangleish room with metal walls like everyone else’s, but they by far do the most decorating aside from Spy. They have a queen sized mattress with cutesy bedding covered in rainbows and candy and other patterns of the sort. They have a bedside mini drawer with a ton of boxes of matches and underwear in it next to their bed, which is covered in stuffed animals that usually end up scattered all over the floor. Their walls are painted in giant splatter of colour like they started and had no idea what they were doing, but they clearly have fun with the way their room looks. They have a toy chest as well, but it’s not full of actual toys it’s kind of a freaky mess in there but Pyro doesn’t seem to think so. Nevertheless, their room is kind of messy but not bad.

Demoman- 

Demo has a lot of stuff that he collects from travelling, but he has a hard time keeping organized so all his shit is scattered around his room. He doesnt put things on his walls, but he has a ton of family pictures on his nightstand. He may be messy when it comes to putting things where he'll find them again but he does keep all of his laundry actually in the basket. He should probably hang it up, but at least its not on the floor. He also tends to leave dishes on the floor or around the room. As well as dishes, theres bottles lined up next to his bed. Its his alcohol stash, but its out of the way. Demo is messy but it could honestly be a lot worse.

Heavy- 

Heavy’s room has a king sized bed because he shares his room with medic, so they cut a room in half. Medic has his fancy desk with a comfy office chair in front of it. The wall on Medic’s side of the room has a bulletin board covered in health records and it’s where he keeps track of what he’s writing down. This room doesn’t have a ton of Medic’s important stuff in it because he just lounges in there with Heavy, but Heavy’s side of the room is decorated to look and feel very Homey. He’s got brown and black bedding that’s very soft and huge and perfect for him and Medic both. There’s a pretty Earthy calendar on his wall, in front of his own big brown desk where he sits in his armchair and reads or writes. Heavy keeps his room very neat. 

Engie-

Engie’s actual room is pretty empty besides a pretty small bed and a work desk with a closet. To better count as his room he almost never leaves the garage, where he has a cot and a huge work desk with plenty of tools and scrap metal scattered all over the place. His chair in front of his work desk has a pillow in it for when he falls asleep working, and despite the garage being usually not the best place to sleep, he added a few nice touches. There’s a rocking chair for anyone who just wants to sit and observe or for him when he’s laying back and enjoying a nice drink, but otherwise it’s a pretty big mess and no one really likes to go through there and bother him for fear of stepping on something important or disturbing his work.

Medic-

Medic’s own bedroom is basically empty because he’s usually anywhere but his room and eventually ended up moving into Heavy’s room. Medic’s original room is mostly used for pet maintenance and bird storage at this point. I already described his side of Heavy’s room above, but he spends most of his time in his Lab where it’s set up like a mini hospital and then there’s actual lab stuff for testing and what not on a long ass counter. The lab is a fairly big room and he, like Engie, has a blanket and pillow in an office chair in the lab for when he falls asleep during work. He falls asleep busy less often than Miss Pauling or Engie, and when he does Heavy usually brings him back to their room. Medic’s messy on his own, but Heavy keeps him organized.

Sniper- 

Like Medic and Engie, Sniper has an original room with not much in it, but he does usually stay out in his camper and if he’s not in his camper he doesn’t go to his own room, he bunks with someone else in theirs because he has literally nothing in his room. If it gets too hot or too cold outside for him to keep his camper comfortable he goes in the base. His camper is very cluttered but there’s not much he can do about that, and he has mostly dirty clothes all over the floor and a sink full of dishes, and it smells like unwashed adult man but most of the mercs are noseblind at this point. Sniper has a few animals that he lets wander around his camper but they usually stay outside because he doesn’t have a ton of room. Sniper’s super messy but he knows how to clean up he just chooses not to.

Spy-

Spy’s bedroom is thoroughly decorated because he insists on having the best of the best and he doesn’t choose to sleep in his smoking room because it’s not intended to be slept in. His bedroom looks hardly like anyone else’s and has dull red interior with a sleek wood floor. He has a queen sized bed with maroon and black bedding, and two wooden dresser drawers on either side of his bed full of simple things like old jewelry, folded masks, boxers and tank tops, a few boxes of cigarettes and photos of people from his past and himself. He has a big closet full of his suits and button downs because he hangs them up to keep them from wrinkling. Spy’s room is very well kempt and is one of the only rooms in the base that doesn’t smell rancid as hell because Spy cleans.

Miss Pauling-

Her room is a disaster area but she usually sleeps anywhere but a bed so it’s hard for her to frequently return to her room to clean it. Her floor isn't cluttered or anything but her bed looks like it was mauled by a rabid animal and she has a small work desk covered in pens and paper and and every drawer on her bedside table is open as if every time she used her room she was in a hurry. Again, like Engie and Medic, she has a pillow at her desk because when she does get the chance to sit down and work it’s for ages and she gets tired. Her room is pretty messy but manageable and not very full.

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Opposites Attract pt. 1 (Balor/Reader)

Summary: Reader is Balor’s complete opposite, and yet he finds himself drawn to her gentle and angelic behavior. He takes her back to his kingdom one night and discovers that she’s not as innocent as she claims to be.

(A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to you all! I hope you all have found love on this day in any form it may be in. And if not, I hope that this will bring some into your life ^^. There will be a second part to this and yes, it will include smut XD)

(Y/n): your name

Bolded text is Balor speaking.

Finn could feel Balor’s jealousy begin to flow through his veins as he watched Drew approach your table, Dolph flanking his left side. You were absorbed in your conversation with Natalya and Alicia before the Scottish man’s large hand slammed down harshly onto the table, startling the three of you and drawing your eyes to his own lingering ones.

“Hello, (Y/n),” he breathed, his gaze raking down chest in your sleeveless RAW tee. Finn could see how uncomfortable you where, noting how your arms gave way to slight shakes and how you began to scratch at your palm.

“H-Heya, Drew,” you said as you moved your chair back slightly. His dominating aura was not what you expected to encounter that Monday, especially so early in the afternoon. Glancing at the two women next to you, you could see their eyes narrow and twitch in the direction of the Scotsman and his blonde friend. For once, you thanked them for how protective of you they were.

You gave him a meek wave and brushed some hair in front of your face to hide yourself from his stare, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pulled up his own chair, spinning it around and throwing himself down onto it without breaking eye contact. Alicia’s grip on your thigh tightened as a sly grin made its way onto his face, and you could feel the tension between your two girls and him grow immensely.

Drew’s breath reeked of stale beer, and you wondered about how far you could lean back before the chair you sat in gave out and you fell on your ass. He leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at the three of you, making a show out of glancing at your disgusted faces.

He turned his attention to you and asked, “Say, (Y/n), why don’t you an’ I get th’ hell outta here with me an’ Dolph over here and go have some real fun? Just th’ three of us.”

He tried to make a move towards you but you moved away, attempting to hide yourself inside your shirt. The two men gave a roar of laughter at your meekness and sighed, your hold on Alicia’s wrist slipping.

At last, her anger burst through the folds. “Listen here, you drunk motherfu-”

“I think that’s enough outta you, McIntyre.”

The five of you went silent as a hand fell onto the Scot’s shoulder and turned him around. There stood an angry Finn, eyebrows furrowed with rage and veins almost bursting out of his biceps. His aura spread across the entire room, rendering everyone else to their metaphorical knees.

Dolph, being the brave but stupid foot soldier that he is, felt the need to step up to the angry Irishman and poke his finger into his chest. “Oh yeah? What are you, of all people, gonna do about it?”

Lashing his own hand out, he pulled the blonde’s arm away from him and gripped his wrist tight. The twist he gave his arm made him scream out in pain, his face being slammed into the table. The shock made you, Alicia, and Nattie jump out of fear and surprise.

“That’s what I’m gonna do about it,” he uttered in a cold voice. “Now, get him and yourself outta here before I do some real damage.”

He released Ziggler’s arm and stepped back, allowing him to stand back up and lead Drew out of catering before throwing a nasty look his way. As soon as the duo was gone, he pivoted and overlooked the three of you. “Are you all alright?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Nattie answered, taking a hold of one of your shaking hands. “Thanks for coming when you did. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

Alicia pouted, crossing her arms and huffing. “I know what I would have done. I would have punched him and Dolph in their smug faces.”

“Oh, you would so do that,” Nattie teased, getting up and brushing off her legs. The two of them said their goodbyes to both you and Finn and kissed your forehead, waving as they headed to their locker rooms to change. It felt like hours had gone by when they left until he cleared his throat, garnering your attention.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)? They didn’t hurt ya in any way, did they?”

You were quick to shoot down his second question, shaking your head rapidly as your hair swished in front of your face. “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

He continued to stand there for a few moments until he said, “I could walk ya to your locker room, if ya want.”

You could see him scratch at the nape of his neck and blush like a teenager, and that made you do the same. Getting up, you pushed in your chair and shuffled to the door, glancing behind you and giving him the signal to follow you. The two of you exited the room and you cradled your elbow in your free hand as he followed closely behind.

As the two of you made your way to the door with your name marked onto it, you stopped and felt his presence radiating from behind you. You turned and looked up at him, your eyes soft and gentle.

“Thanks again for walking me here, Finn,” you whispered, reaching up and and twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. The coloring in your cheeks didn’t seem to want to cease, and you were desperate for an exit.

He brushed a hand over his face, replying, “Don’t mention it, (Y/n). Just didn’t want anyone else coming onto ya like Drew did.”

Ask her out, you fool.

“Shut it before I lock you out again.”

You peered up at him, asking, “Where you talking to me?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his beard again as he commented, “Not at all, darling. I’m just gonna head back and watch the rest of the show. I’ll see ya around (Y/n).”

And with that, he spun around and began walking back to catering, leaving you stunned.

He… he called me “darling”…

He waited for you near the curtain as you walked up the ramp after your win against Sarah Logan. You could feel the adrenaline running through your veins when you passed the curtain, but as soon as you saw him, it all ran ice cold. The feeling of him brushing against your arm sent goosebumps flying across the flesh.

“(Y/n)! I was hoping to catch you here.”

You couldn’t stop the stutter in your voice as you spoke. “Y’Yeah, Finn. What’d you n-need?”

“I wanted to ask you… uh….” The words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth, even though he had practiced them right after he had left you at your locker room. “I wanted to… to know if you-”

Oh for fuck’s sake, you poor, stuttering fool. Move aside.

The shudder that zapped into his body didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you saw the blacks of his pupils absorb the blues and whites of his eyes, leaving behind inky pools of dark. His back straightened and he straightened the “Balor Club Worldwide” tee that he was wearing.

Carding his fingers together, he said, “I wanted to know if you were free this weekend. I wanted to take you out to eat. Will you join me?”

Something took over your body and through his bluntness, you nodded and he smirked.

“That’s great, (Y/n). I’ll meet you at your place. Text me the address, will you?”

He walked away directly after, leaving you stunned for the second time in a row that night, and then reality walked into your mind and hit you with a sack of bricks.

“I have a fucking date with… holy shit!” you exclaimed, rushing as fast as you could back to your locker room to grab your things and head out for the night.

The following Saturday, you paced anxiously in front of your apartment door as you waited for him to arrive, running your hands through your hair another time. Trying to heed your friends’ advice was difficult as is, but you weren’t going on a date with just anybody. This was Finn Balor: a man that exuded confidence and sexual prowess with every step. And with Balor inside of his body...

Your fingers continued to pick at the cuffs of your white off-the-shoulder top and your thoughts continued to roam down a narrow path.

You were just… you. You were nothing special, especially compared to someone like him. The majority of your dates seemed to make fun of your apparent shy and good-hearted nature, and you weren’t sure it you could handle that coming from the man who held your heart in his hands.

You’ll be fine, you thought, looking at your phone. He should be here soon. He might be your complete, utter opposite but that’s ok. Doesn’t that trope always work out on TV?

A knock on your door pulled you away from your head and you picked at your black leggings, giving yourself a quick look in a nearby mirror before slipping on a pair of flats. Opening the door slowly, there stood the man himself, clad in a black and red silk suit jacket and some black dress pants. The first few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt where unbuttoned, and in that moment you felt severely under-dressed.

Looking down at your choice of attire, you uttered, “Y-You told me to dress casually for tonight, but I can go back upstairs and change into something more fancy if we’re going someplace nicer than what I pictured. Not that you’re gonna take me anywhere gross, because I know you have standards and oh God, now I’m rambling and I sound like a complete fo-”

You felt a finger press to your lips gently. Removing it, he used it to then lift your chin and look you in the eye with his cold, but comforting lighter ones.

“You don’t have to change for anything, sweetheart,” he spoke, his breath fanning out across your face. “This is fine for now. Everything will be taken care of when we get there.”

You didn’t realize how close he was until he was leaning down to look at you, and you took a moment to gaze over the softness in his face and the slight redness flushing his cheeks, paired with those perfectly shaped lips of his…

“Wait, where are we going? You never specified.”

A laugh was heard as he placed two finger against your temple. “You’ll find out soon enough. After all, you did want to get to know me better.”

A wave of nauseousness rolled over you as you felt your legs buckle underneath you. Your vision soon grew blurrier and blurrier, and the sounds around you became more warbled and joined together. Before the darkness claimed you, you felt a soft pair of arms wrap around your torso and hold you close to a solid chest. You peered up at Finn’s face to see twin black eyes staring directly back at you. A grin slid onto his face and he let out a small chuckle.

“This is going to be a very interesting night,” he spoke, the tone of his voice echoing in your ear as you faded to black…

…

…

...

...until you abruptly woke up, sputtering out a gasp and holding your chest. Wiping the sweat from your forehead with your hand, you looked down to see your clothes and your shoes still on. But, a closer look around the room proved that you were not anywhere you knew.

The bedroom around you contained various shades of grey, black, and red, including some of the most lavish items you’d ever seen. You splayed your fingers out onto the soft sheets below and held them, turning around to see the vast seat of pillows behind you.

Where am I? you wondered as you slid from the wine colored bedspread, your feet softly hitting the grey carpet below you. Another quick look around the room led you to one of the chairs near the door, a long black and red dress hanging from its back. Attached to the seat was a note and you gingerly unfolded it, taking in a breath at the name on the bottom.

Dearest (Y/n),

I’m sorry that I made you black out earlier in your apartment. The way to my home isn’t… conventional, so I had to shield you from it.I hope you can forgive me. I can assure you nothing happened to you during the time from your apartment to now. You have my word.

Along the sides of this chair lies an new ensemble for you to wear for dinner tonight. Don’t worry, everything is in your size. I got a little help from a few of your friends. Please join me downstairs whenever you are ready. I can’t wait to see where the night takes us, darling.

Yours truly, Balor

The note fluttered out of your hands and onto the ground as you felt your head start to spin. “Well, that explains the black eyes… and me passing out…” you mumbled, glancing at the chair draped over the ornate wooden seat. Lifting it revealed it to be a floor length blood red gown with a sheer black lace top, complete with a black belt holding the two to each other. Underneath the chair was a pair of sleek black heels, and you wondered how much all of this costed him.

Thank God for strapless bras, you thought, slipping off your shirt and out of you leggings and folding them. Placing them on the bed behind you, you unzipped the back of the dress and slid it on. The lace was surprisingly soft against the skin of your arms, and the dress itself fit perfectly. The shoes did as well, moving them from underneath the chair and sitting back down on the bed to put them on. A large floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed conveniently next to you, and you hesitate to take a look at yourself.

You looked… good. You felt good. All your best features were shown, and you loved it. You felt sexy, powerful, and ready to take on the man waiting for you downstairs.

You felt dominant.

Spinning around to get another angle, you said, “Never thought this would be the thing to make me feel this way but hey, I’ll take it.”

With a quick drag of your fingers through your hair, you left the room, the soft clacking of the heels echoed throughout the dark and empty hallway as you stepped outside. Suddenly, the candles lining the walls around you came to life, giving the area a surprisingly soft glow. As you started your voyage to the stairs, you dragged your fingertips along the carvings of the dark oak walls near you and the shining silver candelabras that held the lights.

“Ah, you’re finally here. I was beginning to worry.”

The deep voice drew your head towards the bottom of the stairs and you saw him, still clad in the suit from earlier. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you slowly walked down to Balor and his eyes roamed down your body. Taking the hand he outstretched to you, you looked away from his lingering gaze and the two of you made your way to the dining room. He could see your fascination with his home, and loved how wide your eyes got when you saw something you liked on the walls.

Finally, a large wooden door opened to reveal his dining area, complete with a long black marble table that held even more candles, a bouquet of roses near one of the seats, plates of food, and two glasses of red wine ready for you.

He squeezed your hand and pointed up, directing you to the glass roof that exposed the most clear night sky you’ve ever had the beauty of seeing. You felt your mouth open slightly as you gasped and saw the millions of stars shine above you.

His hand grazed your jaw, and you turned to face him. “The stars in the sky tonight don’t even shine half as bright as you do, my dear,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And close your mouth, (Y/n). You might catch flies.”

He chuckled at his little jab and moved towards the head of the table, you wiping your now sweaty palms on the sides of your gown. Pulling out the chair next to him, you sat down and looked down at your lap, the emptiness of the room seeming to seep into your skin.

“So, it is true. Was he okay with it?”

He raised his eyebrow. “What’s true, darling?”

Lifting your hands, you gestured towards Balor and the midnight pools that were his eyes. His posture was too straight, his actions too flirty. This was Balor: a manipulator at heart and a piece of the man you loved. The man before you grinned slyly, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward.

“Yes, it’s true, and he’s fine with me taking the wheels for our little get-together tonight. We are very much alike, him and I.”

Your chair suddenly scooched forward and you were face to face with him, the look in his eyes a mischievous one. “But, unlike him, I had the balls to ask you out first.”

Another faint gasp left your lips and he began to roar with laughter. “What, you actually believed he planned all of this? Please, you’re in my kingdom now, (Y/n).”

His smile seemed to stretch for miles, his blinding white teeth looking as if they were growing and becoming sharper. You don’t know why but him looking at you in such a manner made your core wet, causing you to squirm in your seat. The room soon fell quiet after a few moments until a loud growling came from your stomach, your face growing as hot as the candles around you.

“Eat, dear,” he said, the smell of the food in front of you now too enticing to ignore. “We can continue our conversations as the night goes on. After all, I do want to get to know you better.”

And talk you did. In between bites of food and sips of wine, you shared small stories about yourself and your interests, throwing some things about your personal life as well. Throughout it, Balor said very few words - only commenting a few times - but was very attentive to the little movements you made while you spoke of your home.

He noticed how your shoulders would vibrate with energy as you talked about subjects you loved, and how your eyebrows furrowed when discussing topics that gave you distaste. He saw you eyes sparkle when you began speaking about your family and how you got to the WWE. You were too into your thoughts, but he listened to you and saw the little things.

And all of those little things made his cold heart a little bit warmer.

Time seemed to slow down in the dining room as the two of you continued to chat, laughter and jabs pouring out of you both. Over time, your hand drifted onto and across the table, slipping into one of his free ones. Balor closed his hand around your much smaller one and looked up, seeing how worked up and buoyant you became.

At that moment, a loud chime was heard from down the hall and you stopped mid-sentence. Looking up at the ceiling, you were able to see the stars much more clearly. They seemed to shine even more like celestial diamonds as you rose from your seat, removing your hand from Balor’s soft hold and clasping them together.

Glancing at the door, you asked, “The clock chime… what did it mean? How long have we been in here?”

He snapped his fingers and the dishes and the decor that littered the table was gone, save for a single red rose in front of your chair. “Oh, that? That means that it’s midnight, darling.”

“Midnight?! I didn’t realize we were talking for so long!”

You placed a hand to your chest and felt your heart beat faster, turning your head to face him. He picked up the rose from the table and placed it behind your ear before moving his hand to caress your jaw.

“There, there, sweetheart. The conversations we had were an amazing way to pass the time. They only made me fall for you even harder than before.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist as he dragged the tips of his fingers along the grooves of the lace on your dress. Leaning forward, you caught a whiff of a smell that was undeniably his and felt his lips press against your forehead, his beard brushing against your nose and cheek.

“There’s a choice to make here, (Y/n). I won’t force you to stay, but I would love to continue this little rendezvous of ours,” he whispered against your temple, pulling you close. “Would you like to stay the night with me?”

Throughout the entirety of your dinner, you could feel a voice pounding at the back of your head. You had silenced it before but now it was getting louder, almost as if it was screaming through a megaphone connected to a billion speakers.

Take him.

Claim his heart just as he claimed yours.

Make him yours.

Show him how much you care for him.

Make him beg for you.

Show him who’s in charge.

Dominate him.

Stay. The. Night.

You slid your hands up his chest and gripped the lapels of his twin colored suit jacket. You could feel a newfound surge of confidence roll through your body like a wave, and you could see his shock as your eyes grew dark with lust.

“You got yourself a deal, Balor. I’ll stay the night. Let’s see where this ‘rendezvous’ takes us now.”

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Gladiolus (M) Ch. 1

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader Genre/ Rating: smut and fluff/ mature (18+) Word Count: 3.8k ***WARNING: mature themes (daddy kink), strip/bar/club!AU Summary: Being the girlfriend of a club owner sounds like fun. Free booze, free parties, free company. But none of that matters at the end of the night when the lights turn on and he comes home smelling like the life of the party.

11:12 PM.

Just another three hours until bar close, followed by sixty minutes of closing hour. Then half an hour to clear out the stragglers. Cleaning up will take at least another 90 minutes. A twenty-three minute drive home.

Namjoon has developed a habit in counting down the seconds in the moments he’s away from you. The man loves nothing more than crawling into your shared sheets at sunrise to wake you with morning kisses and breakfast he has picked up along the way. Your day starts early, by the time he’s done showering you with love and affection, you’re in a rush to redress in more appropriate undergarments and work attire. He’s left to clean up the scattered breakfast that never quite seem to make it into your stomachs, but fills him up entirely. If he’s not drunk on your love, his stomach is full with butterflies you hatch as you kiss his cheek goodbye in your white coat. God, he loves you in that white coat.

In his mind, Namjoon already has you bent over and on the brink of ecstasy. You have formally forgiven him for this morning’s trivial spat that began over “not squeezing the toothpaste correctly” (it’s from the bottom up, by the way) and his left hand is holding your waist steady while his right is entangled in your hair as it pushes your moaning breath further into the pillow with each pounding action of his thick hips. His lips visit the back of your shoulder in a wet reward for taking him in so well. Each touch elicits a guttural sound between your exasperated pants, a muffled vibration that seems to resemble his name.

“Joonie, Joon-ah.”

At least, that’s what he hopes it’ll be like when he returns home this upcoming morning.

Namjoon had to leave in the middle of the discourse, leaving it unresolved and to sink in as he made his way to work. It was just toothpaste for Christ sake. Nothing to get so worked up about. He hated leaving you in an angry mess, but try as he might, he couldn’t pinpoint the source of such angst much less anything to hold onto with such resentful conviction. He figures it’s another one of your shared and misguided arguments brought on by stress that will blow over by the time he gets home. You’ve always been one to take on more than you can handle and Namjoon’s own mind has be preoccupied searching for the next best step for the club.

Namjoon takes a look around his office, music threatening against his door, reminding him of the company he has to entertain tonight. He takes a final glance at his phone, his last message left on read, breathes a heavy sigh of sobriety, and returns to the fancy limbo of his own creation.

[8:15 PM] Namjoon: Goodnight princess. Daddy will see you when he get’s home. {read}

The smell of hookah and alcohol is mesmerizing, nostalgic if he wasn’t exposed to it three nights a week. It reminds him of a time when he looked forward to the blacked out nights and the youthfulness it instilled; a time when he was on the other side, enjoying the booze and spending money he didn’t have. Now he was the owner, the boss kicking out drunks and allowing pretty, high-end tails in at his discretion.

The club is in its normal state, busy and hectic. There’s a bachelor party going on that is obviously more for the friends than the groom-to-be. Namjoon chuckles under his breathe as he recognizes the loudest one as Jackson, a companion you made during one of your rotations.

“Namjoon! My man!” He drunkenly shouts, calling Namjoon over with hands. “Come down a drink with us! I’d say it’s on us, but it’s your house, so I guess it’s on you.” The blonde haired man’s words come out slurred as he downs a double shot of rum and whisks is eyes to the stage where one of Namjoon’s dancer’s has just began her show. “Wow, she’s a hottie. Look at her hips move.”

“Yeah, that’s Rose,” Namjoon replied, unfazed by the dancer’s movements. “She’s got a slot open if you want to surprise your friend. I’d book her soon though. She sells out quick.”

“Who? For Jaehyung? Nah,” Jackson laughs hysterically at the thought. “That boy is too in love with his fiancee to even look at anyone else. Coming here was his idea, but when he got here all he wanted was booze and lobster. Said the other girls made him cringe.”

Namjoon glances past beside Jackson. The groom to be is working his way through the lobster tail in one hand and clinging onto his beer is the other, oblivious to lustful looks surrounding him. “Sounds like a solid man to me,” Namjoon chuckles. “You enjoy yourself Jackson. If anyone tries to give you trouble, just let me know. I’ll be hovering around here somewhere.”

“Get you a man who has your back!” Jackson calls after the leaving body. “Oh, wait! Let’s take a picture for Y/N! She still doesn’t believe I do anything more than hold babies and scream.”

Namjoon laughs at the thought. The number of times you’ve come home exhausted from Jackson’s overwhelming enthusiasm and energy is well over a dozen and now he could see why.

[11:29 PM] Y/N: [image.jpg] so jackson, an actual angel on earth, the purest form of innocence, can come to 148, but i, your queen of the bedsheets, cannot? what kind of sexism is this??? {unread}

[11:45 PM] Y/N: fine. ignore me. ill just sulk. {unread}

[11:45 PM] Y/N: and think about how you DONT squeeze toothpaste correctly {unread}

[11:46 PM] Y/N: yes, im still mad about that {unread}

[12:09 AM ] Y/N: why is jackson sending me pictures of you behind the bar? {unread}

[12:18 AM] Y/N: [image.jpg] get that smug little smirk off your face {unread}

You know Jackson doesn’t mean anything harm by his texts. He captions every picture with something silly like “get you a man who can bop bottles” or “he’s so daddy.” The golden boy honestly thinks his snapshots and updates are hilarious. Like you, he doesn’t get out much, the rawness of the hospital hours weighing him down.

The last picture he sent was a blurred picture of two bodies, one leaning over the bar to whisper something into the other’s ear. Even with the blur of lights and pixels, you could tell it was Namjoon. He hunched over the bar with a grin on his face as the female covered her lips to his ear.

[12:22 AM] Y/N: istg kim namjoon if you dont stop flirting up a storm ill strangle you myself {unread}

Dramatic. You know. You were supposed to be an adult, a professional, but somehow everything and anything Namjoon did made you turn into an overdramatic high schooler.

The weekends were always the same. They’re the only two days of rest before the start of another hectic work week. You want nothing more but to spend those dwindling hours snug in your living room watching some cheesy disney princess movie with Namjoon, but your evenings are cute short when he has to return to Club 148 to supervise his venue. You’d never tell him, but it’s a jab at your ego and feeds your insecurities to watch him dress in his best suits and be surrounded by beautiful and adorned women who respond to his beck and call. It just didn’t feel right to ask him to quit running the club when he had built it from the ground up to feed your dreams in the first place.

One more hour. Just another hour until bar close.

Time couldn’t past by fast enough. Namjoon removed himself from behind the bar, and poured himself a scotch. He doesn’t normally drink on the job, but what started as normal night, had somehow turned into a stampede of parties and drunks ordering up the bar. His three bartenders couldn’t keep up, and Namjoon saved his own ass by hopping behind the bar to take a couple of orders himself.

He doesn’t know how Seokjin does it. Seokjin will chat up his customers, pour shots, get them to spill their life story, turn attention to the next customer mid-through, and still get tipped 20% minimum. Namjoon had a hard enough time hearing the orders let alone keeping the orders straight and receiving any tip at all. The number of times he prepared the wrong drink was enough to fill three empty bottles of wholesale liquor.

“Good looking out chief,” Seokjin waved to his employer as he returned to the safety of his confines. His office was located on the second floor, and overlooked the bar and entryway. The tall one-way mirrors made it look like just another hall of reflective glass to the unsuspecting customers, but made it all the easier to keep track of his club.

Namjoon pulls out his phone, aware of all the buzzing that went on whilst behind the bar.

He figures it’s spam from the club’s SNS, last minute questions about tonight's theme, but lets out a breathe of adoration at the realization of the mass texts you’ve been sending in your group chat. He reads each text in the tone he’s sure you sent them in.

[12:47 AM] Namjoon: I love you too baby :))) bt maybe next time can u dm me so Reuel doesnt have to read our messages? {read}

Namjoon made sure to double check that he was sending the message directly to you and not the group chat.

[12:48 AM] Y/N: how about next time you DONT flirt with the pretty girl buying drinks?? {read}

Namjoon laughs at your response. It’s hard to take your petty jealousy seriously when he was so obviously in smitten with you.

Namjoon adores you. He counts down the minutes until he can return home to you. He brings you breakfast in bed. He kisses the stretch marks on your stomach, on your thighs, on your ass. He loves every part of you, and if it wasn’t blatantly obvious to the girls he pouring drinks for that he wasn’t interested, Namjoon figured they weren’t bright enough for a thorough explanation anyway.

[12:48 AM] Namjoon: How about i squeeze from the bottom instead? :) {read}

[12:49 AM] Y/N: not my bottom. {read}

You read right through his message, clear of his intentions. No way was he going to get out of this fight with dirty talk… again.

[12:49 AM] Y/N: not even if you asked nicely. {read}

[12:50 AM] Namjoon: We’ll see ;) How’s my little baby? {read}

[12:50 AM] Y/N: fine. sleeping. bye. {read}

Namjoon let out a chuckle at your last text. You’re obviously upset at him but he can’t help but think of the cute expression you make as you roll your eyes at his antics.

The rest of the night pasts by in a blur. Namjoon continues to make rounds of his club, making sure all his employees remain compliant with his philosophy. He doesn’t like to blend the pleasures of work and play and when his employees are on the clock, he expects strict mannerisms of work.

Jungkook has been caught being a little too frisky during his private dances, and although Namjoon hates to demote him to a bouncer, it hopes it reinforces the seriousness of his law. Ideally Namjoon would  have let the boy go, but he has developed a soft spot for the misguided adolescent; a story Namjoon has seen too often ignored rather than helped.

The rounds aren’t just for his employees, but for his customers too. Interacting with the high bidders and gold membership owners help build his network and rapport. Though Namjoon may look like a insouciant club owner, he’s a businessman at his core. Namjoon is always looking for ways to raise Club 148’s profits and improve the stability of his volatile business. Night clubs are common in his area, and each is in competition to outcompete one another. He’s at a particular disadvantage due to his strict rules of pleasure, something most of his employees respect him for boy clients see different.

By the time the last straggler exits the building, Namjoon is wiped. The constant inbetween regulations and customers has him dizzy and ready for bed. It takes his crew just as long as he predicted to clean the mess left from the events of the night.

“Good work tonight everyone,” he thanks his crew as he does at the end of each night.

The drive home is always his favorite. A realm of calm in the typically busy streets. He gets a chance to recollect all his thoughts and a he drives into the sunrise, and he thanks the heavens for another day he gets to return to you.

Normally, Namjoon comes home and takes a shower. You don’t drink or smoke, so the scents of Namjoon’s club makes your empty stomach do flips, but this early morning is different. He crawls into bed with scents from last night’s shift.

It’s Sunday, the only day the two of you get to spend the entire 24 hours together. There is no evening rush to get to his club, and no early morning on-call duty. Sunday is your day, so why does he smell like Saturday?

“Babe, go shower,” you mumble, words weak in your sleep. “You smell like cigarettes and poison.”

“I figured it out,” he says sleekly, ignoring your request. “I thought about it all night and on my drive home. I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“You’re a planner,” he continues and presses a kiss upon your forehead. “You’ve always been a planner.” This kiss splayed on your nose. “I’m not a planner.” Your lips. “I do things as they come,” his lips are now on your collarbone, tracing their way back up your neck.

“But I’ll squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom from now on.”

You chuckle beside him as his lips press against yours. “Oh, so you think that’s asking nicely?”

“Wasn’t asking” he smirks, feeding his hands the skin of your thighs as he brings your legs to wrap around his waist. His gaze is intent on yours.

Your lips find Namjoon’s for the first time tonight and he takes it as a notion of approval. Almost immediately, he moves his palms from your outer thighs to the curve of your ass and lays kisses on your breasts. You moan at his light and gentle touches and gasps his name as he tighten his grip on your buttocks, pressing you into his groin. “God, I love your ass.”

You can feel his hardening cock rubbing against your core as he pulls you on top of him. You’re sweating, panting, wanting.

“Did my baby miss me while I was away?” He gives a slap tap to your ass.

You bite your lip at his teasing and nod, confirming your pleasure. Namjoon loves to taunt you. It’s the sole reason you’re rushing out the door five minutes later than you should be every morning for your shift. He loves the moaning mess he makes of you as he kisses your core and the begging you succumb to when you’re impatient for a good fuck.

“Bend over for me sweetheart, let Daddy see.”

You do as he commands, quick to position yourself on all fours. Namjoon replays the fantasy he had of you earlier, a moaning tool as he gripped your waist. His dick twitches at the thought. He can’t wait to enter you, but not before you’re pleading for relief.

“So wet,” he moans, teasing your tight pussy with his fingers. He runs his drenched finger along your slit. “Stick it out for me, baby. Show me how pretty your pussy is.”

He meets your core in the air with his tongue, tracing circles around you clit. The air and muscle cool along your entrance. You want him.

“Please Daddy,” you beg. “Don’t tease me.”

He groans, restraining himself from entering you all at once. “You’ve got to show me first, sweetheart. Show me how hungry your pussy is.”

As if on cue, your Kegel muscles begin to involute on their own, twitching at his beck and call. You imagine every inch of him inside you, pounding into you until you’re sore.

“That’s it. That my hot baby. Call daddy’s cock with your pussy.”

Your ass begins to dance in the air, taunting him to enter you. You can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your cheeks as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you.

“Joonie,” you moan in ecstasy. “Please. Ugh. Just. Ugh. Fuck. Me.” Your voice comes out in sporadic gasps as he shoves his third finger in you and searches for your spot. His excitement unveiled as he too gives out a moan from your pelvic muscles squeezing around his fingers.

“Damn baby, arch your back. I think your pussy is ready for me.”

Namjoon extends his free hand down the small of your back, pushing your frame deeper into the mattress. He loves seeing you in this position, your ass is curved and high, hiding your tight cunt that’s begging to be fucked. He pumps a wet kiss on the highest curve of your ass, warning you of his entrance.

An exchange of moans reverberate through the room, echoing down the halls as Namjoon enters you. He’s not gentle. He allows gasps of breath exit his mouth, as he chants your name, praising your cunt. “So fucking tight.”

Namjoon doesn’t let up his thrusts even when he feels your walls caving in. “Ungh,” he groans. “That’s it baby. Squeeze my dick.”

You’re exhausted, your cunt erratically twitching from cumming a second time.

“Look at those cheeks bounce. God, I love this ass.” He gives another slap to your ass, watching as your booty jiggles on his dick.

“Come in me Daddy. Fill me up.” Your voice is begging, frail and honest.

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart. You know I want to.”

As long as the two of you have been together, very rarely do you let Namjoon come in you. He loves it, the thrill of releasing himself in you as you convulse around his cock but you’ve come wary of the consequences.

“Please Daddy,” you beg, giving one final squeeze around his cock. “I want to feel you cum.”

Namjoon gives a few erratic pumps before he feels sweet ecstasy releasing from the tip of his swollen cock and traverse to his knees. His body falls to the bed, dragging yours with him as he braces his arm as your pillow. He tosses his trousers from the night before on the ground and fixes himself in his briefs. You straighten out your own nightgown as your snuggle into his chest.

“She was just a customer, you know?” He laughs, turning his body to face you. “And I meant it when I said I’d squeeze from the bottom.” His hands jiggle the base of your exposed cheeks.

“Still hate her,” you replied, giving him a peck on his cheeks. “And good, you can start by-”

“Daddy?” A small and angelic voice interrupts. Namjoon brings his attention to the little girl walking towards your bed, her yellow bear in hand as she yawns and rubs her sleepy eyes open. “I knew I heard mommy calling your name.”

“Good morning Princess.” Namjoon is quick to feet, relinquishing you from his warmth and transferring it to the little doe-eyed doll who looks just like you. He picks her up as gentle as you would a infant. “Who’s this new guy? Your prince?” Namjoon directs his finger to the stuffed toy at her side.

“No. Daddy is my prince. He’s my beast, see?” She shoves the bear in her awestruck father’s face and bellows a growl with all her might. The sweetest roar he ever did hear.

“Daddy can’t be your prince little baby. I’m mommy’s prince. And she’s my queen.” The girl frowns in his arms and looks at you on the bed before whispering something in the smiling man’s ear.

“But she said she’d strangle you.”

“I didn’t mean it, Reuel. Mommy was just a tiny weeny upset at Daddy.” You mutter, rising from the bed.

“But I read it on my tablet!”

Namjoon gives you a triumphant smile. He and Reuel always tag team you. “I meant to say,” you breathe, exasperated at your four-year old’s reading comprehension, she must have got that from her dad. “I’m going to strangle him with love. So much love. So much love Daddy is going to-”

“I’m hungry,” the mini-you cut you off (again), turning her head to her father. “Let’s go make breakfast downstairs daddy.”

“That’s a good idea,” Namjoon agreed, smiling at you as he placed little Reuel’s feet to the floor. “Mommy has a mess to clean up.”

Sunday’s are supposed to be your day, family day. But Reuel and Namjoon make it Reuel and Namjoon day with their behavior exclusive exchange of whispers and secrets. It hard for you to even get a kiss from Namjoon when she’s all over Namjoon’s shoulders during “princess movie time” and holding his attention while you make trips into the city. He’s obviously the favorite parent, but that doesn’t discourage you from fawning for her attention as much as you do for Namjoon’s.

“Come on Reuel, let’s go get some ice cream. One for you, one for me, and one for daddy.”

“How about I go with Daddy and you wait here?” She points to the bench and drags her father’s hand along in the direction of the dessert parlor.

You face is visibly hurt, distorted by the easiness your daughter dismisses you when her father is around.

“She’s just like you, you know?” Namjoon smiles, licking your ice cream. “Looks like you, talks like you, gets jealous like you.”

You jerk your ice cream away from him, glaring at him with your beady eyes. “Sounds like a double win to me.”

A/N: this is part of the Appease (strip/bar/club!AU) Series. yee.

[nadjaofstatenisland]

hal has no idea why hiram EVER showers at school, because his house has the most enviable bathroom situation hal has ever seen. the lodge house has 3 bathrooms for every one person living in there, and the one attached to hiram's room is the size of a small concert hall. everything is marble and gleaming clean and smells like hirams cologne, with fluffy cloud-like bathmats and giant fluffy monogrammed towels. hiram barely ever uses it which boggles hal's mind.

there's a separate, equally beautiful "guest" bathroom that hal could technically use when he stays over but something about showering where hiram showers gives him this secret thrill that he can never ever ever ever tell anyone about. also the best shampoos and stuff are in hirams room: he has the best grooming products money can buy and he scarcely touches them. he's always getting his hair professionally done anyway. he lets hal take home and keep whole bottles of shampoo and hal cries w joy

hiram does this thing where he'll shower (theres a hot-tub sized bath AND a frosted glass shower stall to choose from) while hal is just chilling in the huge bathroom and theyll just talk through the shower walls. hiram takes long ass showers. hal always politely averts his eyes when hiram steps out to wrap himself in a towel but he doesnt have to bc hiram is totally shameless. (he hasnt heard about freds extra inch yet so hes really confident too). then hiram wont get fully dressed for AGES

they'll leave the hot steamy bathroom and hiram will just be hanging out in his towel or worse, put on underwear and then just lie down on the bed and have nothing else on and just keep chatting with hal as if nothing is out of the ordinary. meanwhile hal is watching his still-damp, warm, tanned skin like its the last thing hes ever gonna see. hal has popped so many uncomfortable boners in that room.

Of course Hal gets excited by nice bathrooms and fancy shampoo. Who doesn’t? You know on nights he sleeps over he totally takes long baths in that tub in the middle of the night after Hiram’s asleep. He turns on the jets and fills it with bubble bath (left sitting unopened on the tub sill) and sits there until the water is totally cold. He feels like telling Hiram all he has to tell girls is he has this tub in his en suite and they’d be lining up to come over. On second thought, he never wants to tell that information to Hiram, in case he actually does it.

Hiram walks around in his briefs (”Boxers leave way too much to the imagination, Hal. I’m not trying to hide anything.”) like it’s nobody’s business and Hal is really glad Hiram doesn’t care if he stares. I mean, how can he not? The guy has a full gym in the basement (even though they use the school gym all the time) and is totally ripped.

Hiram’s always laying on his bed, complaining that Hal’s sitting way across the room at the desk  with his legs crossed but honestly, he’s just trying to get his hormones in check and wondering why someone who owns so much doesn’t seem to own a goddamn robe.

Once Hiram found out about Fred and his - ahem - extra inch, he was devastated. Started talking showers with the door closed. Got dressed before even coming out! Hal tried to convince him that Hermione was just messing with him, but it didn’t do anything. Suddenly Hiram was always funny dressed. It sucked. Thus started Hiram’s plan to get Hal to see Fred’s dick so he could compare sizes.

“How can I possibly do that?”

Hiram started unbuckling his pants. “Easy. Grab the Polaroid and take a picture of mine. That way when you see Fred’s, mine will still be fresh in your mind.”

[fyrapartnersearch]

M/M Original Mafia RP & Mafia 2 (the game)

THE MAFIA FANATIC IS BACK YA’LL! CLASSES ARE OVER AND ITS COLD AS HELL SO I RATHER SIT INSIDE AND WRITE!! Time zone: Pacific Time. If RPing smut, are you of legal age in your country?: Yes, 23 What characters do you have/play?: A 24 male character. What characters would you like to play against?: Another original older male character who’s in their 30’s, to early 50’s. (Who is protective over his younger partner? I love this dynamic of “No one messes with that kid on my watch”.). They done have to be in the same branch of familia, mafia if you don’t choose them to be. Hell they could even be an undercover cop, or a rival enforcer I haven’t don’t those one before! I would like a partner with experience, (and usually someone 20+ age). This is heavy more in depth writing, so if your more on the lighter side. This may not be for you. Preferred rp medium: Email, and only Email since it is what I am most comfortable with, I can access it on my phone and reply much easily. Contact information: Feralvolpa@gmail.com I have written this with more than a couple partners but it still remains unfinished or abandoned stories for this RP since it’s created prompt. They either disappeared into the void or some times loss of interest happens over time. Eh, no big deal just keep moving forward haha! In all honestly I just want to finish and finally bury this story! Plot: A 24-year-old marine, a victim of human trafficking as past high-class prostitute is the new recruit in the Italian Mafia. He’s on the run from his pervious owner, needs protection, money and his freedom from his owner trying to reclaim him. Luckily the Don of the Italian mafia sees he’s useful. Even if the new kid will never become a made man in the family because he’s Spanish, the Don can see greatness in this young man who has the potential to rise in the ranks quickly. The new guy gets paired with an old hand, who meet each other again after a near deadly one night stand. The marine finds himself a bit smitten and enraptured with the older man who’s a living legend in the family. They work well together, and have saves one another’s ass more than once. The old pro doesn’t want to admit the kids got an unbreakable will to survive and good with a gun, better with a knife but instead just secretly becomes very possessive, if not a little infatuated over his young charge.  There’s a tenacity to new guy that the older man can’t help but admire. How someone can go through so much yet still rise to one’s feet the way the kid does and still keep fighting. He’ll make sure nobody else forces the kid to relive the past from which he’s escaped. Now things have a chance to change for good with each other at their back. While the new guy works on his own secret motives hiding something he knows from the rest of the family that could give the Don an advantage that could shake the crime world. *Important: You do get a bit burnt out or frustrated when partners only give back two paragraphs compared to your eight-ten paragraph reply. (I’ve learn to lessen my length of replies and dial it back haha). Mafia 2 What characters do you have/play?: A male OC or Vito Scaletta What characters would you like to play against?: Vito Scaletta or an another male oc. I’ll just be so happy someone else wants to do a Mafia 2 RP! I’m undecided which one of us will play Vito Scaletta but that can be decided when we talk. As well as the other characters from the game or original characters you would like to add in also.  Plot will be following the game of course, or if you’d like even post game dealing with the aftermath. (spoilers) I want to see a sad Vito crushed by the loss of Joe, trying to not resent against Leo Galante.  Additional notes: - This mafia RP will be dark and gritty/dark as FUCK with all that beautiful crime world fucked up goodness with dangerous and powerful criminals. - I want a long term partner! (PLEASE DO NOT CONTACT ME IF YOU ARE THE TYPE TO DISAPPEAR WITHOUT A SINGLE WORD). At least say goodbye! -Good character chemistry between our character’s ALSO THE BEAUTIFUL power struggle! -I am looking for M/M for the main paring for this RP. With other multi-pairings on the side. We can definitely double and have other relationships in the background. -I stick to 3rd person, past tense, in paragraph/novella style.(I once had someone ask me what “Paragraph writing” was…I couldn’t answer them because I felt that my brain broken in half) - I love well rounded characters and their development, Please have a character with a personality! - I really like to use face claims or don’t mind it if you want to include a picture with your character. Just for the love of god don’t send me anime character references! -I love talking in OOC, its fun to pitch ideas back and forth as well as brainstorm with my partners. -I am highly responsive when it comes to letting partners know if I need more time to work on my replies or if I’ll be busy. I also just love discussing characters and plot outside of the story! Brainstorming creative ideas is something of a talent haha. - I’m the type to give equal effort or even more so for my partners. I will write even 20-something long replies if you give me long and detailed responses in return. I will always be creative with my writing and try to make it very interactive for your character(s). So I expect the same effort back. -let the characters grow and develop, never let them stagnate or never learn from anything, Let them evolve. So none of that plot convince, it’s so boring.  -I won’t nitpick grammar, basic spelling and sentences will do just fine, I’m not a perfectionist and am here to have fun writing. -I love writing smut, if the setting is appropriate. But plot will be the main focus. ALTHOUGH I LOVE ME SOME SEXUAL TENSION AND POWER STRUGGLE BETWEEN THE TWO! - No limits to violence/language/etc. Since this is going to be in the world of a gritty mafia so expect dark themes. What I don’t want: - Half-assed writing.I’ve been RPing more than five years, I work on and edit a lot of stories for scripts classes so I can tell when something is rushed. Please come with at least some standard of your writing.  - THE LACK OF CHEMISTRY BETWEEN OUR CHARACTERS, JESUS DONT FORCE THINGS IF THE FLOW DOESNT WORK. Not everyone can be friends and that’s okay! - Supernatural elements randomly thrown into the story because I did not sign up for that shit. (Also honestly, not too big of a fan on it sorry!!). -A Boring RP with no effort. -All smut - SEME/UKE or Submissive/Dominate stereotypical pairings, (get that away from me).  - To be the one holding up my end of the RP Please for the love of god, GIVE THE STORY PLOT TWISTS!!! - Unimaginative plot lines - The “emotionless” character trait. Its boring, uninteresting, and not at all fun to interact with.  -Sending 4 lines of mostly dialog after I send you 5 to 10 paragraphs, Come on now…Have some depth or details to your writing. Show not tell! Kinks/what I’m okay with: Suit & tie, uniform, light bondage, toys, edging, dubcon, noncon, legal age gap, Spanking, voyeurism, praising. (Maybe a daddy-kink if you fancy it and A/B/O, but if your not one for it then that’s fine. (ask away if you want to include things). Limits: Scat, vore, vomit, bathroom stuff (not into the water sports), underage (no brainer), furries, feet, fisting, talking animals (this isn’t a disney movie), sounding and diaper/infantile. Just please don’t message me with; “Heeeeey do you want to RP???” No? I’m here looking for baking recipes Duh. Hahaha! Or “Hey I saw your ad and think we should be friends!”. No??? Who are you? I don’t know you, and coming at me like that makes me anxious to respond. It just feels so awkward on my end.  And finally if you come asking about this RP and your under 18 but your hoping for a chance because you REALLy like the prompt, my answer isnope!  Your name, introduction about yourself is simple and perfect! :) Along with the character you have to play and plot ideas you might have in mind is just fine! Also include which RP you wish to write for since I’ve posted a lot of ads on here and it gets confusing for me keeping track. I don’t know what someone is referring to when they messaged me; “I liked your RP plot!”…THAT’S GREAT! WHICH ONE?! BECAUSE I HAVE NO CLUES TO THE ONE YOU WANNA DO FRIEND!  I know my ad sounds and looks intimidating or has a serious tone, I’m just trying to put into words what I’m looking for in a writing partner and type of RP I’d enjoy having. I’m really quiet the opposite haha. I’m a really goofy person who gets over excited about stories and get over eager with plot ideas. So if it sounds Interesting or want to talk more about plot and characters, please message me!  P.S. If any of you are non-english speakers or bilingual please do not hesitate to shoot me a reply. I’ve had plenty of partners who were non-native english speakers! :D

[dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg]

Fake Kalijah dating to ditch her exs...go ;)

“Pick out a suit, I need someone to go with to this and you’re it handsome,” 

Elijah looked up weerily from the document on his desk he was hunched over. Katherine stood hovering over him, a trademark look of impatience plastered on her face; clasped tightly between her manicured fingernails she held a small embroidered card with her name on it. Elijah put down his pen and glanced over at the time in the corner of his laptop screen.

“And good morning to you Katerina,” he murmered, both amusement and exhaustion evident in his tone.

Katherine rolled her eyes and thrust the piece of paper towards him. He took it reluctantly

“You are cordially invited to a special benefit gala hosted by the soon to be Mr & Mrs Lockwood. Black tie, non optional. We look forward to having you in attendance. Please give generously,” Elijah read out.

“Can you belive how obnoxius that is. What kind of sadistic bastard does something like this?” Katherine hissed under her breath, making herself confortable on one of the near by chairs.

“Am I right in assuming were discussing Mason Lockwood, your recent paramour and not the junior executive that collected my coffee order this morning,” Elijah queeried, turning his attention back to his paperwork; having already aticipated the answer before he got it.

“Yes, Mason. My ex fiance Mason? Cheif executive douchebag; that one.”

“And he has personally... invited you to this.. event?”

“It says my name right there in big fancy letters Elijah,” Katherine said irritably, getting up and pacing around the room.

Elijah exhaled longsufferingly, and put down his pen for the second time. 

“Katherine. I wish I had the time to go around in circles with you but I simply do not. Why don’t you explain the purpose of this visit so we can both get back to our respective responsibilities,”

Katherine turned and pouted at him.

“You make it sound as I’m bothering you,”

“Well if I said as much you’d be rather upset with me,”

Katherine’s face contorted into a scowl and Elijah had to stifle the urge to laugh. In truth Katherine was a welcome distraction from the pile of working mounting on his desk. In fact, Katherine was a welcome distraction period. His incovinient fixation with her hand’t dwindled since her and her nine inch louboutins had strutted through the front doors of the company five years ago. In his head Elijah knew having something so juvenille as a crush on a fellow coworker was unproffensional as well as foolhardy - after all the chances that he was anywhere near Katherine’s type was laughable - but his heart, however, acted of it’s own accord and refused to adere to his brain’s sensible instruction.

Hence why Katherine had spent the last 5 years barging into to his office demanding favours of every vairety and he hadn’t had the cajones yet, to turn her down and why he was most likely going to agree to whatever unreasonable favour Katherine demanded of him this time around.

“It’s simple,” Katherine huffed. “This eveing-,” She picked the card off of the desk as she spoke. “-is going to be a shit show. I’m going to have to watch my ex. Parading a around with some slut supermodel named Nadia, showing off a ring that should beon my hand; wearing an expensive dress Mason should have bought for me; fake smiling at people that I’m supposed to be pretending to care about. Why would Mason do this to me?!”

“Prehaps he’s extending an olive branch of sorts,” Elijah suggested, reclining backward in his chair. Inwardly very displeased that he was spending his morning discussing Katherine’s ex fiance. His least favourite topic, being that he was a man who had been the main source of his misery for the three short months they were engaged. 

After Mason had ended thing with Katherine in a very messy, very public way, Elijah had very privately rejoiced and Katherine, in retaliation had maxed out Mason’s black card before he’d had the chance to cancel it or demand it back, in order to ‘heal’ after the break up as well as keying his car and manipulating her way into a better position at the company so he couldn’t fire her even if he wanted to; Elijah had believed that would be the last he’d hear of the entire debacle.

Apparently not.

“He can take his Olive branch and shove it up his ass!” Katherine seethed. “This is gloating, this is him flashing his bimbo trophy girlfriend in my face,”

“So decline the invitation,” Elijah sighed looking down at his watch and ajusting it on his wrist.

Katherine stared at him as if he’d just proposed they attempt on assasination on the Pope.

“Have you not been listening to a word I’ve said?”

“I have but feigning intrest is a little above my skillset,”

Katherine narrowed her eyes giving them an even more catlike appearence, as she drew nearer to the desk.

“If I don’t go, then I’m the bitter and jealous ex. If I go alone I’m the pathetic spinster. It’s trap.” she griped.

“You arent trying to convince me that the Katherine Pierce, is unable to find herself a suitable date in order to conduct this pissing contest, for lack of a better word, with Mason at this charity event,” Elijah asked.

Katherine gave him a wry smile.

“Well obviously not. But I need someone of your refined pedigree and excellent taste in suits on my arm when I turn up to Mason’s sad little event looking like the most expensive thing in the room,”

Reminding Katherine that she wasn’t an object was on the tip of Elijahs tongue but he restrained himself and instead said.

“So want me to allow you to parade me around. in order to antagonize a man who is in all technicality my boss. All out of some persuit for petty revenge?”

“Bigger picture Elijah,” Katherine insisted. He winced as she uncerimoniously launched herself onto his desk, disregaurding any papers or stationary in her wake.

“You’re up for a premotion right?”

Elijah’s brows knitted skeptically.

“How-”

“-I have my rescources,” Katherine brushed him off.

“The point I’m making here is if Mason’s throwing a party, chances are the other company execs and higher ups are gonna be on the guest list too. You’re smart Elijah but you lack one thing that Mason doesnt.”

Elijah schooled his face so it wouldn’t be visibily evident what a dig to his ego that statement was and arched a eyebrow.

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me what that it is.” He replied disinterestedly.

“Ambition,” Katherine said bluntly.

“I have a first class buissness degree from Harvard,” Elijah protested.

Katherine scoffed.

“Yeah you and half of America.”

Elijah let out a slightly disgruntled noise, unable to hide his displeasure at Katherine’s comments and shifted unconfortably.

“You play it safe. You rely on your private education and ettiquete book to take you where you want. But people like Mason, they’re sharks; they have no shame about hosting an extravagant event in order to kiss ass or hook line and sinker a client. Whether it’s at a charity event or a strip club,”

Elijah let out a slightly strangled noise.

“See that’s what I’m talking about. I bet those squeaky clean italian shoes probably havent even step foot near a ‘gentleman’s club’ before,” she smirked.

“Believe you me men who frequent those sorts of establishments are anything but gentlemen.” 

“Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to win.” Katherine countered. “Why do you think you’re not on the guest list hmm? Mason knows you’re up for that job. He’s probably going to let his snot nosed nephew surpass you and land him the job instead and then you’ll be taking his coffee orders. Is that what you want?”

Elijah scrubbed his hand over his face and sighed.

“Katerina as usual your flair for being overly melodramatic has interfered with your sense of reason,”

Katherine face soured. She rose from her seat and looked at Elijah squarely. 

“Just consider it.” she said quietly. “I’m presenting you with an oppurtunity. I’m giving you an in. Not to mention the chance to have moi on the tender crook of your arm-”

Elijah stifled an undignified snort.

“-And if that isn’t enough to sway you, I heard that associate from legal you were cozy with might be there,”

Elijah blinked in suprise. He hadn’t realised Katherine was aware of his relationship with Gia. The notion unsettled him even though he knew it shouldn’t.

“Think it over,” Katherine threw over her shoulder as she slipped out of the room. Her brown curls bouncing behind her.