#the building of team ro

[ichigofixthisshit]

Peoplels! I have a big announcement!

This man- Is not gay and European but the chapter is fucking UPLOADED yes yes that is a legally blond reference. but it is also half past midnight on a University night so fuck that XD

#announcment #update #fanfiction #new chapter #ichigo fix this shit #the building of team ro #bleach #naruto #crossover fic #anbu au #sorry for the wait #and my humour but its late so bare with me here #ao3 #ichigo kurosaki #kakashi #itachi uchiha #Yes he made his first appearance #renji abarai #bleach rukia #asano keigo #tenzō #anbu #team ro #fight scenes are hard

[loverdotpng]

what a fruit. gayass.

#he's soooooo fruity. #he'd definitely go out of his way to overtly flirt w me #with all the cheesy ass gestures bc he deems himself a ''romantic'' #no one else gets him like I do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how could anyone hate him he's genuinely so kind #like he'd go out of his way just to make someone happy. Alh/aith/am says he's willing to ''work himself to death'' just to satisfy #a commissioner. #sniffles. my husband. you work so hard you deserve everything I'll make you a nice house I promise #.gif #.txt #Gallery #Phoenix.txt #gonna give him a nice build and probably make a bl/oom team for him #one of his skills will automatically burst any de/ndro cores spawned so I'll pair him w Nari and a hyd/ro character #If only I had Kok/omi... I want to build/add an an/emo swirl character too (Ven/ti or Suc/rose) #R: Redeeming qualities

[stolenres-if]

DEMO TBA (EDITING)

Genres: superhero, dark, fame

CW: violence, explicit language and themes, dark themes, immoral behavior and situations

After a villain almost decimated the world as you know it, you and four other people were chosen by the hands of fate to gain powerful abilities and become a member of Legion, humanity's only hope.

Because of that, you became celebrities in your own right. Red carpets, photoshoots, commercials for energy drinks and more. After a while it felt like the villain would never return and you'd be stuck being a celebrity for powers you don't even use.

Until the villain does return.

And you win.

Unfortunately, you paid the ultimate price: you died and became a martyr.

Or so...everyone thought.

Six years later, you wake up in the same spot you were in with no memory of the last near decade of your life. While only a night has gone by for you, for everyone else? A lifetime.

Everyone has moved on with their lives. The friends you considered family barely speak to each other, all of them haunted by everything that came after the fight. You have no recollection of anything…except something inside you knows your reappearance was no ordinary coincidence.

Especially when you begin to hear a voice in your head, commanding you, telling you to destroy everything in your path….

Stolen Resurrection is 18+ gritty IF that's a mixture of fame and super heroism. You are a member of the elite Legion, believed to be dead for half a decade until you wake up to a changed world six years later.

Customize your MC from personality, appearance, gender identity and their persona. Do they embrace the celebrity life or reject it? Do they love their position as someone forced to sacrifice their life for the good of the world or do they resent it?

Curate whether your MC will move on or stay stuck in the past. Choose how to approach every situation and every person from your past and present life.

Navigate a world in which you are famed for being a chosen one and choose how you approach that.

Wake up six years after people believing you dead. Deal with the aftermath of grief and loss you left in your wake.

Romance ROs with different personalities and different feelings/thoughts towards your 'resurrection' and everything else.

Character-driven narrative with an emphasis on the choices you make and the relationships you build.

Prepare and train for a villain who may or may not be using you as their puppet.

Die. And then come back to life.

THE EX FIANCÉ // THE SELLOUT: CATH HARRISON [M/F][RO]

Your ex and old Legion member, Cath has become the most prominent and beloved figure in New America. Once kind, charismatic, and a charmer, Cath is now the stoic poster child for the company that made Legion. So much so, that your old friends call them a sellout. Cal was proposing to you when everything went to hell all those years ago. When you return, you find them remarried. Cath has moved on...or have they?

THE OLD FRIEND // THE STRANGER: REA SANTOS [F][RO]

Once your closest friend and fellow Legion member, Rea has grown cold over the years, haunted by that fateful night. Even though she still has love for the team, she does her best to rebel as much as possible as revenge for the attack that took a life she can never get back. While she understands your disappearance and subsequent reappearance is not your fault, she can't help but blame you for not being around. Rea is a stranger to you now and whatever friendship you two had is successfully dead.

THE FORMER FAN // THE PRO: JAMES SATO [M][RO]

James, bright and wide-eyed, was once your biggest fan, gloating that he was going to apply to NAG Labs because of you. He also had a childish admiration for you that you found endearing at best and a nuisance at worse. Now, years later, James is somehow as old as you, has long moved on past his fan phase, and is the new head of the division that created you. Oddly enough, it feels weird without James Sato not following you around like a lost puppy. Have the roles reversed?

THE EX FLAME // THE HERMIT: NICO/NAOMI CARTER [M/F][RO]

Once the sunshine and comedic relief of the team, N has disappeared, becoming a shell of their former self. They do nothing else but stay in the bar, drinking their sorrows away. They are considered hostile and want nothing to do with the team or the Company since your death. N may have had feelings for you in the past, but you're not too sure. It's not as if you could ever pursue that years ago. Now? Well, it seems like it's all too late.

OTHER CHARACTERS

??? -- your hear them in your head. Is this the person who has trapped you all this time?

Ray Trent (m) -- your old teammate and close friend. No one speaks of Ray, and you wonder where's he gone and what he's been through that makes him such a sore topic for everyone.

Logan Kane (m) -- the new head of NAG and currently running for president of New America. The son of the now dead head that you were once close to. Logan doesn't trust you. Your reappearance has set him on edge.

Hello, if you'd like to know what happened and why this blog was deleted before. You can check here! Reblogs and everything else is appreciated! Thank you :)

#interactive fiction wip #interactive fiction #interactive novel #if wip #interactive wip #cog wip #choice of games #cog #cog if

[lovebites-if]

DEMO (tba) - FAQ - NAVIGATION

Tag(s): Slice of Life, Fantasy, Comedy, Drama, Romance, YA, LGBTQ+, Text-based, Lighthearted. Inspired by The Office and What We Do In The Shadows.

Congratulations, human!

You have been chosen to join the extraordinary Creature Mediation Center (CMC), a unique workplace where all kinds of different monsters creatures collaborate to bridge the specieist gap in our society. As the newest and only human of our team, you'll navigate a world of diverse creatures, handling counseling sessions, managing projects, and making critical decisions to foster harmony between two worlds.

Welcome to a realm where diplomacy is a blend of corporate intrigue and fantastical diversity!

Customize your human MC's physical appearance, personality, age (25-35) and many more features.

Build relationships with diverse colleagues, each with unique personalities, backgrounds, and challenges. Strengthen alliances or face consequences based on your interactions.

Encounter a plethora of fantastical creatures, each with its own cultural nuances, habits, and communication styles. Learn to navigate this rich tapestry of diversity.

Juggle various projects aimed at fostering understanding and cooperation between monsters and humans. Successes and failures affect the overall atmosphere in the office.

Engage in crucial decision-making that impacts office dynamics, relationships, and the overall course of monster and human relations. Your choices influence the harmony or discord between both species. Good luck, human!

RO Intros • Choosing a route

Among the various members of your team, we present you the Monsters Working With the Human Division (MWHD) provisional name.

Naira/Namid (she/her or he/him) • THE WEREWOLF • 32 years old

Animated, bubbly and incredibly friendly, our beloved N brings an energetic and passionate, and lively spirit to the office. As a Werewolf, their empathetic nature makes them adept at counseling. They joined the office seeking a bridge between the worlds, hoping to dispel misconceptions about werewolves and foster understanding.

Friends to lovers, idiots in love, (possible) friends with benefits. It's possible to enter a poly relationship with N and Val.

Val (she/her or he/him) • THE VAMPIRE • age undisclosed (200+)

Mysterious and meticulous, Val is the epitome of a centuries-old vampire. Their adherence to rules and structure contrasts with the unfortunate chaotic nature of the office. Val took on this role to observe and maintain order, ensuring the delicate balance between humans and monsters.

Slow-burn, (Val's) First love. It's possible to enter a poly relationship with N and Val.

Maureen/Marius (she/her or he/him) • THE GRIM REAPER • age undisclosed (300+)

Enigmatic yet compassionate, M retired from their reaping decades ago. They've been part of the office for a few years now, working almost exclusively with ghosts and their human relatives. M's unique perspective offers profound insights into life and afterlife.

Forbidden love, friends to lovers, mutual pining.

Devan (they/them) • THE ONI • 28 years old

Devan embodies the mischievous spirit of an Oni, their playful and curious personality makes them difficult to handle, yet very useful in dynamic environments. Their love for challenges drew them to the office, eager to tackle the complexities of monster and human relations.

Idiots in love, (possible) friends with benefits. Oblivious to love (Devan).

Lucian/Leah (he/him or she/her) • THE MERMAID • 25 years old

L's calm and observant personality brings a tranquil presence to the office. As a Mermaid, they contribute a unique perspective on the challenges of both land and sea. L joined to explore new horizons and bridge the gap between underwater and terrestrial life.

Rivals to lovers, (possible) rivals with benefits, pining (one-sided, mostly MC's).

Cyrus (he/him or she/her) • THE ZOMBIE • 30 years old

Cyrus defies zombie stereotypes. Their ability to empathize and understand others' emotions makes them an excellent counselor. Cyrus joined the office seeking redemption and a chance to demonstrate that even the undead can contribute positively to society.

Everyone can see it, Girl/Boy next door, Soft love.

??? (he/him or she/her) • ??? • ???

Are you sure about that?

Enemies to lovers. Red flag RO. “I can fix them.”

While we support, Human-Monster relationships, dating a coworker is prohibited. If you suspect anyone in your work environment of engaging in such behavior, contact your boss and supervisor Arion/Arianne (a proud gorgon).

We hope your time with us is fruitful, human.

#love bites if #love bites #cog #choice of games #choice script #hosted games #interactive fiction #if game #cog wip #intro post #interactive fiction game #if intro

[radiokathryn-if]

DEMO ☯︎ FAQ ☮︎ DIRECTORY ♪

Nate Nicks has disappeared.

Why should you care? Do you?

You probably should, considering he's the face and host of your extremely popular radio show and you've just landed one of the biggest contracts of your careers.

You are a sound tech engineer and a damn good one at that, while Nate was the face you were the sound, usually your work is strictly behind the scenes, except for the odd occasion when you were needed on air. So when Nate goes missing and you're tasked with filling in his shoes you're practically thrown in at the deep end.

It only gets worse after a missing persons case becomes a murder case and the cast and crew of Radio Kathryn and FloNote Ent become the suspect pool...

RADIO KATHRYN is rated 18+ for explicit language, explicit sexual scenes and references, themes of death and blood, use of alcohol and drugs, physical abuse and violence. please check trigger warnings.

The setting of the 70s is purely for aesthetic and technology. Don't expect era—accurate racism or homophobia as it won't be included in this IF.

FEATURES ☯︎ [ Trigger Warnings ]

fully customise your MC! name, gender&pronouns (M/F/NB), appearance, personality

decide your on air persona──can you hack it in the limelight or will you crack under the pressure?

build your relations──do you get along with your fellow teammates? how about your fanbase? or your company?

+your radio teams backstory──how the four of you (Nate, José, Mica and yourself) got along, created the pirated radio show, how you got signed into legality, how everything went to shit... or not?

romance someone (or not)──featuring eight solo routes and two poly routes OR just enjoy the mystery and figure out a murder!

chose paths that affect the game──your choices matter, and the ending you may or may not get is dependent on them.

decide which kathryn is your mother──and your relationship with her. (Catherine, Kate, Cathy, Katherine or Rynnie)

CHARACTER BREAKDOWN ☮︎ [ RO Intros ]

The Man, The Myth, The Legend. [???]

“Nate Nicks” Nathan Nicholson──he/him. 28. Radio Kathryn's host and front man, adored by thousands. Complete arsehole but somehow it makes him endearing to others. Cocky son of a bitch that let fame get to his head... or is he? Nevertheless, he's missing now and you may have something to do with it.

think a mix between gauge burek and chris veres in druck (2019)

The Benefactor.

“Mr Robinson” Lionel Robinson──he/him. 42. The man who funded your radio show, the one who got you to where you are. Kind, calm and considerate, especially with Nate. But every one has a line to cross at some point and Mr Robinson is not someone to get angry.

think chad michael murray in sullivan's crossing (2023)

The Fiancé. [RO]

“Eva Vidal” Evangeline Vidal──she/her. 25. The woman who's been there from the beginning, your first listener, your first fan. You used to be closer but Nate sunk his teeth in her and pulled her away. You watched her steadily lose her glow and for someone engaged she seems quite jaded at the news of her missing fiancé.

think penélope cruz in vanilla sky (2001) or vicky christina barcelona (2008)

The Best Friend. [RO]

“Mica Hollens” Michael/a Hollens──he/him, she/her. your age (24─28). Your voice of reason in the chaos of life and Radio Kathryn's manager. Your support system and rock, even if they are a bit quick to jump the bullet in your honour. Mica has strong opinions and Nate has never been in their good books, but surely they wouldn't do anything to jeopardise your job.

think tanaya beatty in through black spruce (2018) or alex meraz in mine games (2012)

The Detective. [RO]

“Detective Han” Han Jimin──he/him or she/her. 30. The detective assigned to Nate's missing persons case. They are meticulous and goal oriented and their current goal is figuring you and your work family out. The more you resist the more they're intrigued and the more you help the more you unravel them.

think lee soohyuk in tomorrow (2022) or lee siyoung in sweet home (2020)

The Rival DJ. [RO]

“José Danger” Jose/phine Jeager──she/her or they/them. 26. Nate calls them the traitor─the defector. They used to be part of your team, a co-host with Nate in your beginning days. The two of them worked like magic until Nate was in demand more and José was kicked to the curb. You wonder if the festering grudge they left with is still there... and if it still extends to you.

think zazie beetz in deadpool 2 (2018) or wounds (2019)

The "Hater". [RO]

“Ji Han” Han Ji Young──he/him. 24. The younger brother of Detective Han. Ji Han is not a fan of Nathaniel Nicholson but he is a fan of the songs he plays─or rather the ones you play when he's absent. He's taken the utmost interest in his siblings case, suspiciously enough to become entangled in it more than anticipated.

think a mix of choi san (2022-23) and lee dohyun in 18 again (2020) or the glory (2022)

The "Fan". [RO]

“Fauve” Faye─Mauve Langham──she/her. 25. Fauve is a bit of a groupie, she can admit. She's not totally obsessed with Radio Kathryn, she reasons, she's just invested in the show and even more so in the people behind it. Fauve become more involved in the case of Nate Nicks than she's wanted, leaving you to wonder just what it is that keeps her going─even to the edge of insanity.

think a mix of imogen poots in need for speed (2014) and hayden panettiere in nashville (2012-18)

The Family Man. [RO]

“Mr Lewis” Jackson Lewis──he/him. 33. The night shift receptionist-slash-building coordinator. He usually brings his daughter to sit in on show recordings, seeing as she's got a bit of a crush on Nate─he's a no-bullshit kind of man but his soft spot is his daughter's puppy dog eyes. He just so happens to be the last person to see Nate before he disappeared and you can't help but get the feeling he's not being truthful in his statement about it.

think brian tyree henry in eternals (2021) or atlanta (2016-22)

The Question Mark. [???]

"Who?" ??? ???──unknown.

it'll be revealed later!

©️ bonnie berry 2023────@moretinyideas

──the polymances are between eva and ??? (eva???) as well as fauve and ji han (fauhan)!

──this is totally inspired by episode 2.8 of sister boniface "dead air" but other than the idea of a radio show called Radio Catherine there are no other similarities!

#interactive fiction #interactive story #interactive novel #radio kathryn #radio kathryn if

[zeroeightzeroone]

Hiyaa,

I have a request?

Producer!Bang chan x reader

Established relationship

Angst/comfort

Bang chan is in a bad mood so when he's at the studio he shouts at a co-worker he's close to/ 3racha member.

The co-worker/3racha member leaves and bumps into reader (who was already on the way to the studio? Because they haven't spent time together in a while?) and like hints at chan's bad mood.

Reader enters studio and chan starts to get mad but like reader is like "can I sit on your lap?" and he's like ❔ and she's like "you can continue working, can I sit on your lap?" and he's like "... Yeah?". Then it's fluff fluff fluff because fluff is the best 💯💯🚫🧢. Like a lot of fluff.

Oh also can you work in the reader saying something along the lines of "I get your frustrated but can you please not speak to me like that?" 🥺

And like chan gets more at peace/ relaxed/ less frustrated and apologies to coworker/ member and yeah and they all live happily ever after

creative differences - bang chan

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff/soft (eventually)

pairings: idol/producer!bang chan x fem!reader

warnings: chan is snappy, use of profanity

notes: thank you so much for your request <3 i hope i did it justice. this may also be the longest fic i've posted on this account with a little over 4.3k words

wc ~4.3 | moodboard

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since their debut, the company had already set expectations that the boys would have at least two comebacks a year–one in the first half of the year and another in the latter half. if they wanted to have more than two, they could, but two was the absolute least. the first comeback of this year for the boys went off without a hitch, resulting in topping multiple charts and receiving a handful of music show wins. however, the process for this second comeback of the year was already off to a rocky start, and the road ahead only looks winding and increasingly difficult.

the boys of 3racha have been in the studio every day for the past couple of weeks brainstorming and trying to put things together for the upcoming release. but they all seem to be hitting walls, or the ideas clash due to the amount of stress and pressures looming over their heads. so many people are counting on them–the members, producers, choreographers, and the jyp entertainment team, stay. and as the days in the studio pass, with the boys not agreeing on songs, arrangements, mixing, and more, the weight on their shoulders increases as well.

bang chan, the leader of stray kids and 3racha, felt the pressures even more so than changbin and han did.

currently, the three boys find themselves in chan's room inside the jyp entertainment building; chan is seated on the rolling chair in front of the multiple screens and mixing boards, while changbin and han are seated on either end of the couch. the three of them with their phones, laptops and notebooks opened up as they continue to brainstorm and discuss. but much like weeks prior, the progress isn't progressing, the progress is lacking or non-existent.

letting a deep sigh slip past his lips, han's eyebrows furrow in frustration as he scratches over old bullet points and writes new ones in his notebook, looking for ideas that could work. changbin is scrolling through his notes app and audio recording app, intermittently bringing the speakers at the bottom of his phone closer to his ear to hear the audio better as it's turned down to not disturb the other two, changbin tapping his fingers on his knee as he listens with his lip pursed in a tight line. chan is doing a mix of what the two are doing; writing and scratching out old and new ideas in his notebook, scrolling through his notes and audio recording apps to find something that they could work with, as well as filing through the production hardware on the system to find any drafts that could also be used to at the least, spark some inspiration.

at one point, chan feels like he's going to tug his hair out by the roots as he runs his fingers through his locks haphazardly. he's reaching the end of his patience; they've been working for weeks, and they can't even find a starting place for the comeback–he feels as if all the old material he finds in the apps aren't good enough, that they won't exceed the expectations or hype of the last comeback, that it won't even reach those expectations. it's frustrating chan to no end as he feels like he's reaching a dead end.

with a sigh, chan turns in his chair to discuss with han and changbin who are on the couch. when changbin notices this, he glances at han from the corner of his eye, surveys the atmosphere, and runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

"we need to figure something out," chan splutters out, his mind quite frantic, "we have to have some ideas–at least something?"

he looks between changbin and han on the couch, their faces look just as discontented and their minds are frantic but blank at the same time–mirroring chan's own face and mind. chan shuts his eyes in an attempt to calm down his bubbling emotions as he leans back into his chair.

"we could look through the demos again?" han throws a suggestion onto the table.

"which ones?" changbin questions.

han shrugs while at the same time he says, "all of them?"

"why would we look through demos we already vetoed?" chan scoffs, "that would be a complete waste of time."

"it's just a suggestion," han restates, this time his tone laced with hints of irritation, "maybe one of those vetoed demos could actually work; we just need to rework it."

"this isn't the first time we've gone through the demos in the past couple of weeks," chan reminds, "if one of those demos could actually work, we would've found it on the first or second round of looking."

"what demos are you thinking of specifically?" changbin asks han, who shrugs.

"i don't know, but what harm is there to look again?"

chan groans in agitation, not understanding why han is so adamant about looking through the demos again: "this would probably be the fourth time–why waste our time with a fifth? we want to make progress, looking for a fifth time is a complete waste of time."

the older boy's tone is sharp, prompting an eye roll from the youngest in the room, his arms going up in protest: " hey. it was just a suggestion–at least something to get the ball rolling." he reiterates chan's words from the beginning of the conversation.

"how is doing something that hasn't worked the past four times for a fifth going to work? if it didn't work a majority, if not, all the past times–it's not going to work," the tension in the room continues to build.

"wouldn't it be better to start from scratch instead of looking through ideas that we already decided weren't working?" changbin chimes in.

at this, han starts to feel like the two older boys are ganging up against him, and he defends himself quickly, "once again, it was just a suggestion. i don't see either of you suggesting anything."

changbin scoffs, "did I not just suggest starting from scratch instead of looking through rejected ideas?"

han turns his head to face changbin on the other end of the couch, "haven't we also been trying to start from scratch these past couple of weeks? that also hasn't been working–if it did, we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

"how are we supposed to start from scratch if we have no ideas?" chan asks in a matter-of-fact tone.

"if we look through the old demos, put some together or play around, then maybe we can find ideas," han speaks slowly as if he's trying to enunciate his point to drill it into the other two's heads, "it's better than sitting at our notebooks and laptops and writing down, absolutely nothing."

han's method of slowing down and enunciating seems to have gone through changbin's head as he begins to see han's point. if they can't conjure something up from nothing, they might as well try to conjure something up from their old demos or many recordings of melodies that have come to mind in the past. putting things together could trigger some inspiration.

"no, i think han has a point here," changbin states, "if we have no foundation or starting point, we can't build anything on top of it. at least with the old demos, we can continue to build off of what we have."

a deep breath expels from chan's lips as he listens to both han and changbin bounce words of agreement off each other for this working with old demos plan.

"again," chan says slowly, "if it didn't work the past four times, why would it work now? the odds are not in your favour."

"but there's still a chance it could work," han argues, "if there's a chance, why not take it?"

chan tongues at his cheek, "because we have a deadline. we can't keep grasping at straws that are obviously not working."

"starting from scratch and coming up with absolutely nothing is also not going to help us meet the deadline."

"so you want to create an album of demos we've rejected? you want to release a subpar album?" chan taunts.

"that's not what i'm saying," han shakes his head.

"that's what i'm hearing!"

"look, hyung," changbin steps in, "just listen to us for a second."

"i'm listening," chan snaps, "and i disagree. we have a standard to reach, one to exceed. i'll be damned if we release something below that."

"why the hell would we release something below standard?" changbin scoffs, running his hands through his hair and over his face in exasperation. letting his hands linger on his face as he leans forward, elbows on his knees.

the youngest in the room snaps at chan, "the fuck? is this you saying you lack faith in our producing skills? that we can't rework old demos to produce something that not only hits that standard but exceeds it?"

the sharp change in han's tone and volume alerts changbin, who realizes this conversation–well now it's an argument–is getting out of hand. chan and han are practically at each others throats and they're both too headstrong but stubborn at the same time, neither of them will back down. obviously, avoiding conversation wasn't going to get them anywhere, but at this point, where emotions are high, and egos are even higher, no meaningful or productive conversation regarding the album will be shared. changbin realizes he needs to jump into action to diffuse the situation before it becomes a screaming match between the two heated bandmates.

"i'm saying we have a standard, we have expectations to uphold," chan speaks slowly, his voice deeper as he's practically sneering at han, "one that the company has for us, stay, everyone."

han snarls back, eyes throwing daggers in chan's direction, "i know that. i know that damn fucking well. i'm out here trying to innovate some sort of progress toward this album, progress that we have been severely lacking for the past couple of weeks. other than rejecting our ideas, what the hell have you been doing?" he raises his chin at the older boy in a provoking manner.

"han–" changbin starts but is quickly cut off by chan.

"what the hell have i been doing?" chan spits out the question, han nods, "i've been making sure all our releases since debut continue to surpass these standards–this upcoming album is no different. don't come into my studio questioning what the fuck i've been doing."

"hyung–" changbin tries again to no avail.

"maybe you should leave," chan hisses, and changbin's eyes widen, darting between the two other boys in the studio with fires in their eyes, "and come back when you have suggestions that aren't going to waste my fucking time."

"look, guys. hannie, channie hyung–" changbin is cut off again when han rises to his feet, jaw clenched as he stares down chan in front of him, eyes narrowed.

"fine. i'll leave," he declares, "this is a waste of my time. i'll come back when you've got your head out of your fucking ass and you're open to listening to anyone other than yourself."

chan spins back around in his chair, eyes rolling back in anger as he clenches his fists on the table. behind him, han is quickly packing up his laptop and notebook as changbin gulps, wracking his brain to think of who to attend to right now. when han stomps to the studio door, swinging it open and stomping out into the hall of the company building. changbin is quick to follow after him, leaving everything but his phone, keys and wallet in his pocket the whole time as he follows after han, shutting the door behind them, leaving chan to his own thoughts alone. he chooses to follow the younger boy to try to calm him down and ensure he's safe wherever he plans to run off to.

meanwhile, you're a couple moments away from the elevator reaching the same floor the three boys are on. your hands clasped in front of you as you keep an eye on the digital sign that changes with each floor, rocking back and forth on your heels to pass the time. you haven't seen your boyfriend in quite a while due to your conflicting schedules, work and life getting in the way of a relationship, but you were grateful for those moments in between the chaos where it was just steady love and happiness. you learned to cherish those small moments instead of grovelling over how much time you can't spend with your boyfriend–obviously you get sad once in a while when you're away from him but choose not to dwell on it. thankfully, tonight is one of those nights where you can spend your time in the comfort of your boyfriend's presence. but he has no idea that you were even planning on coming to the company building, he has no idea of this little surprise you've organized.

when the elevator dings, stopping at your floor, you exit quickly but you make your way down the hallway slowly. your head moving from left to right as you read the numbers on each door, ensuring you landed on the correct floor and were going in the right direction. when you hear footsteps and your eyes dart to changbin and han walking down the hall in your direction, a wave of relief washes over you until you catch a glimpse of the concern on changbin's face and the anger on han's. they notice you walking towards them belatedly, almost running into you, but you catch their attention before any collision.

"hey guys," you greet softly, concern written on your features at the sight of the two boys. eyes looking between changbin whose eyes are drooped with worry and han, who you can feel the anger radiating off of, "what's going on?"

they both exchange small greetings with you. given han's current state, his greetings are shorter and more reserved. his mouth shut and jaw clenched again once he's greeted you.

"creative differences," changbin says to which han scoffs, rolling his eyes, "ok well, that's how it started, but long story short, we got into an argument, and hannie walked out."

"we?"

changbin nods, "yeah, hannie, chan hyung and i."

your lips purse in a tight line when the second name rolls off changbin's tongue: "if you don't mind, could you explain what happened?"

not wanting to get into too much detail as changbin doesn't want further rile up the already upset han, he gives you a quick run down of the main points of the argument between the 3racha boys–mainly chan and han. you keep your mouth shut the whole time and nod, listening intently to changbin explain while han stands with his arms crossed over his chest, a prominent pout on his lips and his eyebrows knit together.

"you're on your way to see, channie hyung?" changbin asks for clarification and you nod, "okay, obviously after what i told you, he's in a really bad mood right now so proceed with caution. angry chan is scary chan."

you thank changbin for letting you know what happened from their perspective, bidding short goodbyes to both the boys as han and changbin decide to make their way back to the dorms. han needs some time to unwind and collect his thoughts after the spat with chan. you continue to walk down the hall, turning a corner and finding the room number that felix sent you earlier–103.

you knock on the door softly but hear nothing from the inside; you knock once again and hear nothing. you sigh and decide to turn the knob, letting yourself in.

chan heard the knocks; the first one sparked his annoyance, and the second continued to heighten it. the sound of the door being opened caused him to bark at whoever decided to come in when, through his silence, he clearly didn't grant the permission to.

"what the hell?" he mutters to himself before he barks out, turning in his chair, "complete silence after knocking is not an invitation to come in, fuckin–"

when chan fully turns in his chair to face the direction of the door, the words get caught in his throat at the sight of you. he assumed it might have been changbin, han or a staff member, but seeing you standing there took him by complete shock. you shut the door behind you and give chan a small wave that he reciprocates hesitantly, still trying to let it sink in that you're actually in the room with him and that he isn't hallucinating due to how long it's been since the last time he's seen his girlfriend in person. you move to sit on the couch that was once occupied by the two other 3racha members; now, one side is occupied by changbin's laptop and notebook while you sit on the opposite end. chan turns his chair, following your every move.

when you sit down, take the pillow and place it on your lap, you smile up at chan again, "hi."

"hey baby," chan speaks slowly, "what are you doing here?"

you hum before answering, "well, we haven't been able to see each other in a while cos of our schedules but some time opened up for me today, so i wanted to pay you a surprise visit."

chan feels his heart warm at the gesture, but he's still quite irritated and agitated from the argument with han and changbin. the lack of progress for the upcoming album, along with the plethora of expectations looming over his head and his patience begins to dwindle again.

"that's nice, but i don't really have time for this right now," chan's tone is stern, his voice deep in warning, "i've got so much shit to do for this upcoming album, and nothing is fucking–"

"can I sit on your lap?" you ask, cutting chan off and causing him to furrow his eyebrows together in a mix of confusion and irritation–irritated that you had cut him off but confused about whether he had heard you right.

"what?" he deadpans, blinking at you.

"can I sit on your lap?" you repeat, and now he knows he definitely didn't hear things.

"did you not hear what i said?" chan holds back from snarling at you in frustration. "nothing is done for the album, and i don't have time to take a break."

you nod, hearing his words but adding, "you can continue working. i just want to sit on your lap while you do."

chan opens his mouth to refuse, but his eyes lock with yours–your shiny, beautiful eyes with a perfect array of colours decorating the irises, gazing up at him with a splash of hope in the depths of love in your eyes. that's when his mouth snaps shut again, probably looking like a fish when it opens again, but this time he says:

"yeah? sure."

the bright smile that stretches on your face feels like a reward to chan. you make your way over, placing yourself on his lap while facing him; thankfully, chan's chair is big enough for you to practically straddle him in a comfortable position. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and nuzzle yourself into his neck.

"you can go back to work now," you say, your voice muffled from the pressure of your lips against his skin.

chan can't help the lopsided smile that makes its way to his lips. he also can't help the way his whole body seems to relax with your touch; the longer he feels the warmth radiating off your body onto his, the more he feels the tension in his muscles deteriorating slowly. the feeling of your body pressed against his, his arms outstretched to continue typing or writing in his notebook, feels comforting.

moments pass when chan's room is quiet, and the occasional noise of chan typing on the keyboard, picking up or placing his pencil down to scratch down who knows what in his notebook. at the same time, you're still perched on his lap, your arms comfortably draped around him, and your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

chan isn't sure if the arguing with han and changbin or if the feeling of you in his arms sparked some ideas to come out of him and onto paper, but he would like to say both. despite the heated atmosphere and half-hearted words thrown around, he doesn't want to feel like that argument was completely unnecessary and a waste of time; instead, he wants to see it as a bump in the road that shows him how he can continue to improve as a friend, producer, bandmate and a person as a whole.

meanwhile, you're thinking about how comfortable you feel in the position your in right now, and how you could probably fall asleep at this moment. sure, maybe your back will hurt when you wake up, but right now, you feel your whole body relax in your boyfriend's arms. a couple moments later, your eyes are half open and you felt yourself falling asleep, but you jump a little in shock when you feel both of chan's hands sprawled on your back. his hands rub your back gently and comfortingly before he circles his arms around your body and pulls you closer. a deep sigh escaping his lips as he holds you, his eyes falling shut for a few seconds. chan turns his head, kissing the side of your head on your hair.

"thank you," he whispers, placing another gentle kiss as his hands rub circles on your back again.

you respond in a small, quiet and slightly sleepy voice, "for what?"

chan shrugs, "for this. being here."

you nod, pausing for a moment before you say, "i ran into changbin and han in the hall."

you feel your boyfriend tense up in your arms. you begin to reciprocate his comforting action as you trace circles on his back with the pads of your thumbs, his muscles relaxing under your gentle caresses. you continue to speak in a soft, timid manner that only chan can hear since your lips are so close to his ear.

"i know you're under a lot of stress and pressure preparing for the album," you begin, "i get that you're frustrated, but can you please not speak to me like that?"

the man feels his heart drop listening to your words. his mind rewinds back to when he heard the door opening, and how his first instinct was to bark and scold whoever came into the studio uninvited. chan remembers how you blinked and gave him a small smile, trying to hide your surprise, but it was evident in how your eyes widened the slightest bit for a split second before returning to normal.

you and chan sit in silence; he's dwelling on your words while you're still tracing circles into his back with your thumbs. chan wants to say that he didn't know you were the one coming into the studio, to use that as a defence, but he knows how weak that is–that regardless of who came into the room, he shouldn't have let his frustrations blow over, flipping out and greeting them by raising his voice. sure, his emotions were high, which is a factor in how he acted earlier, but he can't use that as an excuse to get away with snapping at people who have nothing to do with what he's emotional about.

you feel chan nod, and he says softly, "i'm sorry." you go to say that it's okay, but chan interrupts, "it's not, though. even if i didn't mean to speak to you that way, i still need to figure out how to regulate and control my emotions."

"you're human," you say, "when emotions are high, it's hard to find a way to keep them under control all the time. but the fact that you recognize your mistake–that's a lot more than many people can say."

chan pulls you even closer against him, if it's even possible, "i'll try my best though. i'll speak to you at a normal volume, respectfully and saying sweet things. that's what my girl deserves."

your cheeks heat up at the way chan calls you 'his girl'.

"thank you," chan repeats.

this time, you pull away, sitting up straight to look at chan's face, your eyes meeting his soft ones. his hands rub up and down your sides slowly, a slight smile on his lips. you cock your head in confusion, "for what?"

"you always know the right thing to say," chan moves one of his hands up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, keeping his hand on your cheek gently and the pad of his thumb swiping over the skin, "i love you."

you're blushing even harder now, "i love you too."

chan uses the hand on your cheek to guide your face so your lips meet his halfway for a sweet kiss. after quite a while, a smile breaks out on your face at the feeling of his soft pink and plump lips against yours. your hands move to hold either side of his neck, and the two of you spend the next couple of moments sharing tender kisses and giggles in between.

in the midst of all of the kisses, you and chan are gazing down at each other when he brushes your hair away again. this time, he opens his mouth to speak with flushed cheeks, "i'm starting to think han and his suggestions were right; it'll be better to build on something we already have and improve on it than to force ourselves to start from scratch and continue to hit a dead end."

you brush chan's hair out of his forehead, and he continues.

"my head was too far up my ass to consider his suggestion," chan purses his lips together, and his eyes flash with regret as he recalls the words thrown around between him and the younger producer earlier. chan lets himself linger in his head again before voicing his concerns, "do you think they'll forgive me?"

you nod.

"really? you're not just saying that?"

you nod again, and this time, you explain, "as long as you can identify and acknowledge where you went wrong and what you did wrong, and sincerely and genuinely apologize–which i know you feel sincerely and genuinely apologetic for–i believe they'll forgive you."

chan's eyelids flutter quickly as he thinks, nodding as he fully processes your words. still, a wave of nervousness washes over him at the possibility that han and changbin won't forgive him.

"they're your brothers," you snap him out of his thoughts, "brothers fight, but at the end of the day, they still love each other."

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[rookieloveskashi]

Tell Me Again

Part of the ANBU Series Prev → Next

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, mild dubcon (power imbalance), degradation, oral sex (male receiving), cum swallowing, spanking, vaginal fingering, (very light) ass-play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation, praise kink, squirting, multiple orgasms, possessive!Kakashi, POV reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: Kakashi finds himself in an uncomfortable situation after his authority is called into question.

AO3 Link

Following closely on Kakashi’s heels, you hurried through the corridor with your teammates at your flank. The Hokage had summoned Team Ro for an urgent mission, but so far, that was all the information you had. It must be something highly classified if the ninja who’d delivered your summons hadn’t been informed of its contents.

The door was closed when your team arrived. Kakashi knocked and announced your presence. “Team Ro, reporting for duty, sir.”

The Hokage’s voice answered from inside. “Come in.”

Kakashi opened the door and entered first, followed immediately by Tenzō. You were right behind them, and when you entered, you were surprised to find not only Lord Hiruzen, but the leader of the Root faction of ANBU, Danzō Shimura.

You’d heard some dark rumors about him, but you’d never really seen proof of any of it. His high standing with the Hokage was also a point of confidence in his favor. Still, you didn’t like the way both Tenzō and Kakashi tensed as soon as they crossed the threshold. It wasn’t the way a shinobi would stand at attention while being addressed by a superior. There was an undercurrent of discomfort…and wariness.

“Thank you for getting here so quickly,” Hiruzen said, either not noticing the strange tension or choosing to ignore it. “I’ll get right to the point. I need the four of you to assist one of Root’s squads.”

Kakashi responded with the barest of nods. “Sir.”

Danzō stepped forward. “A few of my soldiers have been attempting to assassinate a man who poses a threat to the Leaf. Originally, we planned to do it quietly of course, but my team hasn’t been able to find an opening. We need a diversion to separate some of the man’s guards from him.”

“And we’re to be that diversion?” Kakashi answered, sounding less than pleased with the situation.

“My men are led by a shinobi under the codename Hinoe,” Danzō continued without acknowledging Kakashi’s question. “He will give you the orders when you arrive. This map will show you how to get to their location.”

Danzō held out a scroll that Kakashi accepted and opened immediately. As he looked over the route, Lord Hiruzen cleared his throat. “Memorize that and leave it behind,” the Hokage requested. “And Kakashi?”

“Yes, Lord Hokage?”

“The Root squad is taking the lead on this. I trust that you will defer to Hinoe’s command.”

Professional and cool as he was, you still noticed your captain bristle. “Of course, sir.”

“Well, no time to waste,” Danzō announced. “It shouldn’t take you more than a day to reach them. Better get moving.”

All told, the journey didn't take as long as expected. The team was making extremely good time—almost like Kakashi wanted to prove that he was better than the Root director’s prediction.

The destination was a small farming village in the southeast region of the Land of Fire. Neither Danzō nor Lord Third had explained exactly how the man in this village was threatening Konoha, but it was not your place to question the mission. 

Upon arriving at the destination, Kakashi directed the team to stay out of sight until contact with Root was confirmed. You, Tenzō, and Yūgao trailed behind your Captain in the shadows as he clandestinely searched for the man Danzō had described.

Finally, Kakashi gave the signal for the three of you to come out.

Hinoe was a tall man, with dark, messy hair and a large build. From what you could tell, he was a bit taller than your captain, but the hood of his cloak was up, so your judgment wasn’t perfect. He wore his porcelain mask, which resembled a tiger. Though you couldn’t see his eyes, you felt like you could sense his appraising gaze as he took a pause before allowing your team into the Root squad’s hideout.

They had set up in an abandoned building not far from the center of town. The way the Hinoe explained it, there was currently a small faction in the process of overtaking the village to control production and distribution of their crops with the larger goal of negotiating for power within the Land of Fire. Many of the farmers who had resisted had been killed, leaving behind a village that was more of a ghost town. 

“Alright.” Hinoe put his hands on the table in the center of the room, where they had a few scrolls laid out. “You know what you’re doing?”

“We’re here to assist under your command,” Kakashi answered diplomatically. “We were told that you need a distraction to split your mark’s defenses.”

“Be easier if I knew what you could do.”

Kakashi gave Hinoe a brief explanation of the abilities and strengths of each member of Team Ro so that the Root Captain would know how to best utilize the reinforcements. Hinoe nodded and seemed pleased to hear that you were medically trained. Apparently, the shinobi in Root were better trained in inflicting damage than healing it. Although that was generally true for all branches of the Leaf’s shinobi forces, it seemed to you like Root was neglecting a key area of shinobi knowledge.

Still, not your place to question.

“According to the intel we’ve gathered, we should have a good chance to attack tomorrow,” Hinoe continued. “You guys rest up, and we’ll fill you in in the morning.”

It was obvious that Kakashi felt Hinoe was already underestimating his squad, but he bit his tongue and deferred to the other captain, just as Lord Third had requested. “Anywhere in particular you want us to set up?”

Hinoe shrugged as he gestured to a closed door. “That room’s empty,” he smirked.

Kakashi led you, Tenzō, and Yūgao into the room without a word. You were sure that your captain would have rolled his eyes if he’d thought Hinoe was worth the energy.

The room was a decent size, but that only made it more obvious just how empty it was. Instead of furniture, you found discolorations on the floor where any furniture used to be. Tenzō shut the door and sighed. “Yeah, that’s about what I expected.”

“Do you think the place was looted in the coup?” Yūgao asked.

“That’s a possibility, but I think it’s more likely our comrades out there already took anything useful for themselves.”

“Good thing we came prepared.” Yūgao scoffed as she set down her pack with her bedroll. “I’m just gonna say it—these guys already seem like assholes.”

Some might say being an asshole came with the territory when talking about shinobi. While a lot of ninjas had reputations for their ruthlessness on the battlefield, you knew most of them to be decent people. But you also knew there were shinobi who thought their rank gave them some kind of privilege, particularly among the members of the Foundation. And with these guys, Yūgao’s assessment seemed right on the money.

“Remember, we’re just here to help them finish what they haven't been able to accomplish on their own,” Kakashi stated. “Let’s just keep our heads down and get the job done. The sooner we do that, the sooner we leave.”

Not even a day later, you were headed back. But not to Konoha; no, you were rushing back to the hideout, keeping a lookout for any enemies that might be following you. Kakashi was in front of you, carrying a wounded Hinoe on his back; one hand covering the deep gash in the Root commander’s leg to keep from leaving a trail of blood.

As soon as the three of you made it inside, Kakashi tossed Hinoe onto the nearest futon while you secured the door.

“Fuck!” Hinoe shouted, grasping at his leg. “You fucking idiot!”

“Me?? Are you kidding?!” Kakashi spat. “I'm not the one who went in without securing the area!”

“Oh shut up, Friend-Killer,” Hinoe sneered as he removed his mask. “You’ve got no room to talk.”

Kakashi tore off his porcelain mask and tossed it aside. “I told you not to go in like that!”

“Well you're not in charge here! And I told you we needed to bring one of the men in alive. The fuck were you doing electrocuting everybody?!”

“The situation was getting out of control,” Kakashi seethed. “It’s called defending my squad.”

“It’s called defying my orders! And after this report goes to the Hokage, you won't have a goddamn squad.”

You watched their shouting match from the corner of the room, too uncomfortable to take another step. With their masks gone, the rage in their eyes was fully visible. But at Hinoe’s last comment, you saw Kakashi step back; a different kind of rigidity in his stance that made you want to come to his defense, even though that would only make things worse.

It was true—Hinoe had ordered Kakashi to capture the insurgent leader’s right-hand man. But the plan had fallen apart from the jump. Hinoe had gone off-script and rushed in, sparking a fight that almost immediately devolved into chaos. And with Konoha’s joint forces separated into three-man units, there was no one but you and Kakashi to salvage the situation.

Outnumbered nearly three to one, the situation looked dire—until Kakashi stepped in with his signature jutsu and saved all three of you from being killed…or worse.

He was a one-man army; the strongest shinobi in the Leaf by a mile. Yet Hinoe’s influence with Danzō could ruin him. 

“Oi, Medic.”

You quickly turned your head from Kakashi to Hinoe, worried that you were now the subject of his ire. If he could ruin Kakashi, he could make it like you never existed in the first place.

“Yes sir?”

Hinoe gestured to his leg, indignantly drawing your attention to the deep gash and the blood stain that was soaked into the fabric of his pants. Your eyes flashed back up to his impatient face. “Gonna do something about this or not?”

“O-of course.” You made your way over to him and knelt down beside him, focusing your healing chakra and channeling it into the wound. Maybe, if you could heal him quickly, his anger would diminish and you could save Kakashi some aggravation.

Hinoe shifted his weight, sharply sucking air through his teeth at the sting of your chakra. Groaning, he leaned forward until his face was nearly pressed into your neck. When he breathed in again, you could feel the air being pulled into his lungs.

“Hmmmmm. You smell good…” He inhaled again, then audibly gnashed his teeth together right by your ear. “Good enough to eat.”

You stiffened at his unexpected, inappropriate behavior. The chakra flow in your hands stuttered enough for him to notice. Instead of taking your reaction for the discomfort that it was, he smirked.

“Think I could use someone like you,” he smugly chuckled. “Sure Danzō can arrange your transfer.”

“That’s enough.” Kakashi was suddenly standing behind you with his hand on your shoulder. The shock caused your chakra flow to completely stop. You looked up at him, but his fierce gaze was locked onto your patient. “The bleeding has stopped. I take it you’ll survive.”

Before the other man could respond, Kakashi pulled you to your feet and led you to the other room, slamming the door behind him.

“Captain Kakashi—”

“Do you want that?” he barked, clenching his fists at his sides.

“Want what?”

“Reassignment.” He gritted his teeth. “A new captain.”

A new captain? The idea sent your stomach into your throat. “No!”

Kakashi relaxed his fists, but still held his inflexible posture. “No?”

“No,” you pleaded. “You’re my captain. I want to stay with you.” 

For the next second, he just stared at you—both eyes open. You’d seen Kakashi use his Sharingan in battle, but you’d never had it trained on you. It was invasively hypnotic, making you feel beyond exposed; like you’d been stripped not only of your clothes but your skin as well.

“Tell me that again.”

His words were delivered with as much authority as any other command he’d given. But when you complied, you responded more to the hint of vulnerability that he hadn’t been able to hide.  “I want to stay with you, Captain—Kakashi.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “That’s what you want?” You nodded, and watched that vulnerability in his eyes be replaced by relief, then quickly replaced again with hunger. “Show me.”

He pushed you down with his full strength against your shoulder, forcing you down to your knees in front of him. His eyes were both dark and piercing as he looked down at you. “Show me how badly you want to stay with me.”

Your breathing turned shallow as your gaze shifted to his lap, where his deft fingers worked to free himself. Saliva gathered in your mouth and your heart hammered against your ribcage. You couldn’t help but want him, but in the back of your mind you wondered if this was the time or the place.

Holding his half-hard dick in one hand, Kakashi extended the other and put two fingers under your chin to tilt your head up.

“Eyes on me, Y/N.”

He lined the head of his cock up with your waiting mouth, using his grip on your chin to pull you slowly forward. “Eyes. On. Your. Captain.”

Who were you kidding? Time and place didn’t matter to you. Only Kakashi did.

You nodded and started licking at the veins on the underside of his cock as he forced himself deeper. “That’s it.” He took his hand from your chin and placed it on the side of your head. “Show me what you're willing to do to make me keep you around.”

Kakashi watched as you worked your way further and further down his long shaft, keeping your eyes wide open and trained on his face. The taste of the sweat on his skin filled your mouth. He was still warm and worked up from the fight, and the sharp scent of him had you feeling tipsy and impatient. You wanted to press your nose against his skin and worship him any way he wanted you to.

Eagerly, you used your tongue to spread your saliva over your lips, easing your journey forward. You let the head of his cock slip into your throat, relaxing your muscles and taking him to the hilt, despite how big and overwhelming he was. Your desire for him had you pliant and accommodating, getting you exactly where you wanted to be.

“All the way on the first try?” he cooed. “Such a whore.”

Pink heat dusted your cheeks and you glanced away. He reached down and grabbed you by the front of your neck. 

“Hold it. And keep looking at me,” he demanded. “Look at who you're on your knees for. Don’t you forget.”

You locked your eyes back on his face, swallowing around him and taking a deep breath through your nose for a fresh hit of his scent.

“That’s my girl.” His thumb pressed into your throat, forcing your muscles to tighten. It triggered your gag reflex and left you choking and sputtering around him. Through it, you fought to keep your eyes on his, blinking away the building tears.

“Take it, Y/N. That's right. Mmm, you're doing so good for me.”

Drool leaked out of your mouth and ran down your chin. Your lips trembled at the base of his dick, stretched to their limit and begging to move. But he held you still, just watching as you submitted to him.

He smiled behind his mask and tugged you forward by his continued hold on your throat. “You want more room to move?”

You hummed in agreement, but the sound was lost in a wet, garbled mess.

“Maaaa, you should have said so.” Kakashi chuckled and released your neck, pulling back just enough to give you space to breathe. “Go on. Be a good girl and suck until I cum.”

You immediately craned your neck forward to slide your lips all the way down to his pelvis. His cock twitched in your throat and you gagged again, but you grabbed his thighs for stability and bobbed your head back and forth, searching for a tenable rhythm.

“Fuck, you don't even care if you choke on it,” he moaned. “Such a little slut. You'll do anything to make my cock feel good.”

Kakashi put his hands on either side of your head, holding you in a rather gentle contrast to the way his hips thrust back and forth.

“I'm the only one you're this good for, aah? I’m the only one you're such a desperate slut for.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed and blinked up at him, letting the vibrations in your throat tease him as you licked and sucked.

“That's it.” Kakashi indulgently sighed, letting his head fall back and his shoulders slump. “Keep sucking, baby. Only for me.”

You dug your fingers into his muscular thighs, bobbing your head along his full length to be sure you stimulated every inch. Even though he had broken eye contact, you still looked up at him, hoping he would praise you for continuing to follow orders.

Not to mention, the man was just absolutely gorgeous—selfishly using you for every ounce of pleasure and self-satisfaction you could provide, feeding both his sex drive and his ego. Seeing him in the throes of losing himself drove you out of your mind with lust. You were confident enough in your rhythm to take one of your hands away from his leg and tuck it between your own, touching yourself for some much-needed relief. But no sooner had your toes curled than Kakashi grabbed your upper arm and pulled your hand away from yourself.

“Don't,” he growled. “That pussy is mine. Don't you dare touch my property.” You whined, but he took no pity on you, instead tangling his hands into your hair on either side of your head. “That little clit isn't getting touched until you make me cum.” Kakashi tugged your hair as he started pistoning his hips into you. Your hands both desperately grasped for his thighs again. “Your Captain gets off first this time, Y/N,” he huffed. “I’m your Captain. You do this for me, and me only.”

His hands held you firmly in place, a vise you couldn't escape from as he thrust into your mouth faster and deeper, barreling against the muscles inside your throat with no regard for anything but his own pleasure—staking his claim.

“Only I get to fuck this pretty face.”

He started using his grip on your head to pull you in to meet his thrusts, his pelvis colliding against your lips and leaving a mess of spit glistening in his wiry silver hairs. You watched him through the tears in your eyes. His face was redder than it had ever gotten from sparring or training. Kakashi was focusing all his energy; all his frustration into using you like it was your only purpose to offer him relief.

Suddenly, he whined out as you felt sticky, salty fluid coat the inside of your throat. Kakashi’s fingers dug into your scalp to trap you tight against him. You gagged, shocked by the sheer volume of it, dripping down your throat and blocking your airways.

“Swallow it,” he gasped. “Fucking swallow it, Y/N.”

The pulse at the base of his cock beat against your lower lip. He twisted your hair around his fingers and held your face against his pelvis as another spurt joined what you hadn’t yet managed to handle. You felt a fat tear roll down your cheek as you swallowed yet again.

“Good girl. Don't waste any. Swallow it all.” His shoulders steeply rose and fell as he worked to catch his breath, even as the last drops of his cum still wept into your mouth. “Don't you dare stop until I tell you to.”

His image was blurred through your watery eyes, but you were determined to hold eye contact while you drank his cum and watched him come down from his high. The tight creases around his eyes softened as the tension he'd been carrying all day finally subsided. Even as he began to soften in your mouth, you continued to gently work your tongue over him. You didn't want to overstimulate him, but his order was clear.

“Alright,” he panted, “enough.” He held your head in place and carefully pulled his hips back. The skin of his dick was flushed pink and sensitive, but that didn't stop you from wanting to lunge forward and cover him in kisses from knees to navel.

It seemed your attention had wandered from where Kakashi wanted it. He tugged upward on your hair just enough to bring your eyes back to his. “Stay right where you are.”

He raised an eyebrow in warning, then let go of your hair, watching to be sure you would obey. As a display of your loyalty, you made sure not to move a muscle.

Kakashi grinned, then grabbed the pillow off his bedroll and tossed it on the floor beside you. He kicked it to bring it a little closer to where he’d been standing, then knelt down on it. He tucked his calves beneath him and settled down with his muscular thighs forming a nearly flat surface. Then, grabbing you by the hair, he yanked you over his lap and bent you forward, arranging you across his thighs with your ass in the air.

“We’re not done. Once isn’t gonna be enough this time.” Kakashi tugged your shirt over your head with one hand and shoved your pants and panties down with the other. His hand rubbed a circular pattern over your exposed ass. “Clearly, I haven’t left enough of a mark on you.”

Kakashi drew back his hand and brought it down on the round flesh of your ass, a loud SMACK resounding through the room. It wasn’t exactly a surprise—what else could he have been planning in his position? But you jumped just the same, your nails digging into his leg.

“Hey.” He grabbed your wrists and held them against the small of your back, one crossed over the other. His left hand held them together while his right resumed its smooth motions over your tender ass.

“Now you’re going to count for me, so I can see how many times I have to spank you before my handprint is permanently on your ass.”

There was no time for you to respond before his wide palm collided with your ass again, hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. “O-one.”

“Mmmm, that was actually the second one, Y/N. Try again.”

He spanked you again, his hand landing in exactly the same spot. You winced, but the arch of your back gave away just how much you enjoyed it. “Th-three.”

“Much better.”

Another harsh spank to your ass had a high-pitched whine tumbling from your lips. You bit down to try to stifle it, used to Kakashi expecting you to be silent. Instead, he tightened his grip on your wrists and tugged backward to strain your shoulders. “Did you lose count already, stupid girl? Guess we’ll have to start ov—”

“Four!”

“Good girl.” SPANK.

“Five!” SPANK. “Six!” SPANK. “S-seven!”

He took a break, instead choosing to grope your other butt cheek. You felt his weight shift as he leaned over for a look at you. “Hmm, I think I’m starting to see it.”

After his assault, you couldn’t believe that there wasn’t a bright red imprint nearly covering your butt. Whether he was telling the truth or not, he still slapped his hand down on the sensitive flesh.

“Aah! E-eight…”

“Eyes up.”

You turned your head and looked at him through fresh tears. His hair was falling wildly over his face, his gaze piercing you like white-hot iron.

“I want an even ten,” he stated. “Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Captain Kakashi.”

“Good girl. Two more, right? Ready?”

“Mhmm.”

He hummed his approval before bringing his palm swiftly down on you, the sting making you clench your butt cheeks together. You sharply gasped but remembered your job. Panting through the delicious pain, you continued. “N-nine.”

The word was hardly out of your mouth before he repeated the action. Your sore body hadn’t expected the blow. Your back arched again, and the sound that came out of your mouth was completely pornographic.

“AAAH!! Ten!”

Kakashi released your wrists. “Look at me.”

You put your palms flat on the ground and turned to face him. His right hand resumed rubbing soothing circles over your ass, while his left hooked under your chin and pointed your face up toward his.

“My pretty little crybaby,” he smiled. “You did well. I think you deserve a reward.” He slid his hand down enough to stroke his finger between your legs. You shivered at the delicate touch while he laughed. “What's this little hole doing dripping like this? You get this wet from sucking my cock and getting spanked?”

Heat pricked your cheeks. Kakashi was exactly right, and he knew it. His index finger slid into your cunt with absolutely no resistance.

“Such a fucking whore,” he growled. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“T’you, Kakashi.”

He pushed his middle finger in with the index. “And who am I to you?”

“M-my captain…”

“That’s right. And, what’s your job?”

“Follow your orders,” you moaned. “Do whatever you say.”

“What a good little subordinate you are.” He pumped his fingers faster, angling his knuckles to scrape over the spongy area behind your clit. “Just for me, right?”

“Yes!” you cried. “Yes sir!”

His thumb gently circled the puckered flesh of your asshole. “I bet you’d let me in here too, wouldn't you? Little slut. Oh yeah, you’d just love it. Letting your Captain play with all three of your pretty holes on the same day?”

In truth, it wasn’t something you’d ever really been interested in before. But if that was what Kakashi wanted, you knew you wouldn’t be able to refuse.

He chuckled darkly. “Maybe another time.”

Kakashi put you back up on your knees, then extended his own legs in front of him. You snuck a glance between his legs where his dick was half-erect again already.

“C’mere.” He gripped your waist and pulled you onto his lap, your legs folded behind you and your back against his chest. He still wore his black undershirt, but you could feel the heat emanating from his body. Kakashi put his knees between yours and used the leverage to force yours apart, spreading your legs and giving himself access to your core.

“That’s better.”

His left forearm came across your chest, holding you against him while the fingers of his right hand glided through your folds. He spread your wetness over your skin before plunging his middle and index fingers directly back into your heat. “Pretty cunt’s so wet for me,” he teased, shifting his hips and pressing the tacky, velvety skin of his satisfied dick against your lower back.

“Hmmm, just sucking my fingers in, aren’t you?” Kakashi teased. “So eager. I’m starting to think you might like me, Y/N.”

You blushed, sure the color was spreading from your cheeks to the tips of your ears and down to your toes.

“Is that right?” he mockingly cooed at you. “You have a crush on your Captain?”

With the merciless way his fingers were abusing your most sensitive spots, you couldn’t have answered even if you wanted to. Thankfully, Kakashi seemed more interested in dragging more broken whimpers from you than your confession. At least, not that confession.

“Tell me it feels good.” Kakashi groaned into your ear, rubbing tight circles behind your clit as the heel of his hand crashed against your swollen nub.

With a self-conscious whine, you dropped your head back onto Kakashi’s shoulder, grinding your hips into his hand. “Feels good…” you panted. “S-so good.”

You gripped onto his biceps as an anchor. The muscles were flexed and firm, his full strength keeping you plastered to his chest as he pumped his fingers in and out, scissoring them and stretching you to the point of tears again.

“Mmmm, filthy girl. Getting fingered by your Captain like a common whore. Making a mess.” Kakashi started pistoning his fingers faster and faster, obscene squelching noises coming from between your legs as your arousal slicked your entrance and his long digits. “But you love getting treated like a little slut, don't you? Love being my personal toy.”

Tightness built in your lower stomach, more insistent and urgent than you were used to. Mindlessly, you grabbed for his wrists and threw your hips forward, chasing the relief that was just out of reach while Kakashi continued to taunt you.

“You want more, yeah? Go on. Beg for it.”

“Please! Please, Captain…”

Kakashi forced a third finger in, his callused fingertips stimulating you from inside while he pressed the rough heel of his hand into your clit. “You wanna cream all over my hand, don't you? You want me to make you cum? Cum with three of my fingers stuffed in your pussy? Gods, you're such a fucking slut for me.”

You cried out, grinding against his coarse skin and feeling that tightness focus into one point of scalding pressure that suddenly released in a flood of endorphins. You came with a high-pitched squeal, your muscles clenching down as wetness gushed from between your legs. The sensation left your body sagging against him, boneless and docile.

Kakashi carefully pulled his hand away from you, showing you the shiny mess dripping along his forearm. “Dirty fucking girl.” 

The orgasm had felt different, but…squirting?! You’d never done that before—you didn’t think you were actually capable of it. “I-I…”

He hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you enough to maneuver his hips and position his—shockingly somehow even harder than before—fully erect cock between your legs. He spread your fluids over himself, making his cock shiny and slick before rubbing it against your sensitive sex. You squirmed, and he panted the most self-satisfied moan into your ear.

“Where d’ya think you're going?” he laughed, securing his left arm around your chest again. “You said you wanted to stay with me.”

“I do—”

He shut you up when his blunt cockhead barely pushed into your hole. “Then hold still and let me have my fun.”

“K-Kakashi…”

“C’mon,” he growled. “I’m your captain, and I’m telling you to take it.”

Kakashi’s cock bullied its way between your soft folds, filling you in one stroke. You moaned as he grabbed your hips and pulled you deeper onto him until your ass was pressed into his hip bones hard enough to leave imprints. He moved his right hand to rub the last of your fluids over your clit, circling it as he started sliding you up and down his shaft. Despite the fact that you just squirted all over his arm, having him inside you just felt so good, you instinctually rocked back and forth over him, searching for even more. 

“There you go,” he smirked. “Now more. Bounce on it.”

He started running his hands all over you, first smacking your flank to speed you up, then grabbing at your thighs, your waist, finally gripping your breasts and squeezing as you found the strength in your legs to work yourself up and down his dick.

“Your perfect tits, fuck.” He rolled your nipples between his fingers and began slamming his hips upward to meet your warm, wet insides. “These are mine. All of this is mine.”

“Yes—” You panted, your tongue lolling out of your mouth at the euphoric feeling of being filled and toyed with by the only man who would ever make you feel this good. “Aah, more…more please…”

“That’s it baby. Moan at how good I make you feel. Moan loud enough that that asshole comes in here and gets a good view of you. Being so needy—ruining yourself on my dick, fuuuck.”

Kakashi planted his feet and started drilling into you, not giving you a chance to consider the consequences if you were to be caught. In fact, consequences be damned—the idea of getting caught riding your captain didn’t sound so bad at all.

“Aaaah…Kakashi!”

“Maaaa, I’ll let him see. I’ll let him get one good look so that he never forgets how gorgeous you look when you get fucked. And that he can never have it. Because I’m the one you want. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Yes—K-kashi…”

“Mmmm I can tell. Such a tight grip on my cock. Your greedy pussy doesn't want to let me go.” Kakashi put his hand under your navel and pressed, until the bulge of his cock stood out prominently against your stomach. “You feel how deep I am?” he grunted, thrusting away and rearranging your guts. “How deep inside you I am?”

“Fuck, yes…I’m gonna—”

“I know, Y/N. I wish I could show him how pretty you look when you come apart. I could let him watch, but that feels a little too much like sharing. And I don't share my fucking things.”

He drove his cock into you, offsetting your gasps and groans with the wet plap plap plap of his balls bouncing off the backs of your thighs. 

“This little hole belongs to me. And anyone else who wants it is gonna have to stick to fucking their own hand. Because all of this is for me.”

“Kakashi!”

“I want you to cum. Wanna feel your pretty little cunt squeeze down on me.”

“Haa—ah!” You renewed your grip on him, holding on for dear life as another orgasm rushed its way through your nerves.

“Fuck, cum on my cock, Y/N.” He rubbed his coarse fingers over your clit again; no longer teasing but demanding. “Cum, now. I’m not gonna fucking tell you again.”

You tumbled over the edge, shouting praise and profanity like there was no one around for miles. But you just couldn’t help it. There was no feeling you could compare to the way Kakashi made you feel. Even as he kept pulling your body down onto his dick, bruising you from inside, using your trembling walls to find his own high, you only wanted more and more of him.

“Don't stop,” he panted. “Don't stop. Fuck you get so tight when you cum. Don't fucking stop.”

Suddenly, Kakashi adjusted his hold on you to push you down onto your stomach, ass in the air and cheek pressed into the bare floor. He climbed over you like an animal, spearing your stretched-out hole, pushing your gummy walls aside to accommodate him.

“Haaaaaa make your Captain cum. That’s a good girl. That's my good little cocksleeve.” He kept one hand on your hip, making sure you stayed propped up for him while his other held your face against the ground. “Oh you’re not going anywhere. You're gonna stay with me and take this cock whenever I tell you to.”

“Yes!! Captain!!”

The new angle let him reach even deeper, every inch of his cock burying itself in your quivering pussy. Every time he bottomed out, his balls swung forward and bounced off your clit. You could only hear his skin slapping against yours, his throaty groans, his desperate gasp when his cock started throbbing inside you. You moaned and whined beneath him as you prepared yourself for him to finish and fill you with another load.

He grasped you with both hands on your waist, turning and tossing you down on your back. He slid out of you in the process, and you mewled at the unexpected empty feeling. Instantly, he was hovering over you; leaning down with one arm rigidly propping him up and the other wrapped around his edged, impatient cock.

“Again—” he panted. “T-tell me you—hah…”

His dick was red and twitching in his grip. You weren’t sure exactly what he was asking you to say, but you were happy to take your best guess.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, reaching for him and wishing you could pull him down and kiss him. “I want to be yours. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Y/N—” Your name escaped his lips in a wavering sound that was probably mortifying for him, but to you, it was the greatest sound you’d ever heard. His eyes locked onto yours a second before he finished, tugging down so hard that the taut skin of his cockhead was impossibly shiny as he came. The first rope forced out with so much power that it reached as high as your chin, then splattered down over your clavicle and dripped between your tits. The next pulse was only a fraction weaker, leaving a gooey white stripe from your breastbone to your navel. His hand pumped a few more times to spill a thick pool of cum on your tummy.

He’d made an absolute, filthy mess of you. But you didn’t feel filthy. You felt sexy and ecstatic and satisfied and irresistible. And the look in Kakashi’s half-lidded eyes only sweetened the entire thing.

“There…” Kakashi exhaled as his eyes roamed over you, enjoying the view of your skin coated with his spend. “Now the only thing that asshole will smell on you is me.”

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[godsandvillains-if]

The Ros taking turns watching over mc while they sleep for a few first weeks because they get nightmares and those can trigger their powers again and they don't want to wake up again when wildcat freaks out about the curtains burning.

How would the Ros react if it was on their turn that mc finally one day slept soundly without waking up in the middle of the night. And them just carefully leaning in to watch Mc's calm sleeping face.

I'm not going to lie, this will happen sometime in the future because I think about this a lot 😭😭😭😭

Zodiac — They will probably move a few bookshelves to MC's bedroom because they go through books like crazy whenever it is their turn to watch the MC. It is on their fourth time watching the MC that they notice a curious pattern of no night terrors or nightmares every time it's their turn. They will sacrifice more and more of their own sleep to keep watch over the MC.

Archon — Will be reluctant at first, thinking that in the long run, the team's efficiency during missions might decline due to the accumulated lack of sleep. But they will soon realize that they were wrong and that everyone is able to rest easier knowing that the MC won't burn the building down in their sleep. Archon will quickly realize from the MC's heartbeat and calm breathing that their presence is more effective than that of the rest of the team.

Ace — Is the one who gave them the idea of watching the MC to help them feel more safe during the night. They will use the opportunity to go through some unsolved case files that keep piling up on their desk. They will be quick to notice the way the MC doesn't stir during the night and that their face is relaxed and untroubled. Will probably shoulder the duty of watching the MC every single night.

Stardom — Stardom will present even more ideas to help the MC relax before going to bed, like watching movies, reading comics/books, warm milk with honey, etc. If the MC chooses the friends with benefits route, they will even suggest doing other kinds of activities to keep the nightmares at bay. And surprisingly, it works, but they realize with growing interest that the MC sleeps throughout the night with no nightmares when they stay in bed afterwards to cuddle.

Paladin — Paladin will take their turn to watch over the MC like any other mission, with great efficiency and seriousness. They will make an effort to blend in with the furniture, offering their silent and unwavering support. It will take them some time to notice how the MC drifts off to sleep as soon as they take their place among the pieces of furniture, but when they do, they will ask Archon to be appointed for more days. 

Wildcat — Of course, Wildcat will take on the role of an emotional support animal, maybe a fluffy kitty or a dog, the MC will be able to choose. They will curl up next to the MC in bed, offering their silent support in the form of cuddles. They won't do much in the form of protection though, because they are more likely to sleep as soon as the MC starts to pet them. But they will notice that the MC doesn't stir during the night and will ask the team if they can just trade beds at that point.

Thank you for the question!! 🥰

#if: gods and villains #ask #ros

[robobarbie]

For romance hour: what is each ROs (bp & aai) favorite everyday, mundane thing about their relationship with MC? Singing together in the car, washing dishes together after dinner, chilling on the couch together after work, etc

Thank you for all you do robo pal 🫡

nakedtoaster: brushing your teeth together in the morning on a lazy saturday. your hair is totally fucked, their hair is totally fucked, and yet you both smile in the mirror at each other.

quest: the feeling of your hand in his on a walk around the city. it can be on an errand, on a date, anything. it's grounding and warm.

xyx: sitting in silence and reading together. it's even better if you're leaning against him. connection without forcing anything at all -- real comfort.

nightowl: texting. he just likes being able to talk to you wherever he is. it reminds him of the bp server days, in a way. like, oop, there they are online again! makes him smile.

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major: doing the dishes together, side-by-side. it's a quiet team effort, filled with little jokes and jabs and pointless conversations. it's a time he feels like he can genuinely relax.

felix: sitting in waiting rooms with an arm over your shoulders. he can be quiet, think about work, and still get to be connected to you. a moment where time feels a little slower -- in a good way.

sungho: showing tiktoks to each other that only the two of you would love. building that sense of humor together makes him feel even more connected to you.

jerri: wearing each others' clothes. you're just both so comfortable with each other that you don't even comment on it anymore. it's very gay of you honestly.

#bp romance hour #bp ask #anon ask #aai ask #bp server #aai office

[hdusa]

that was my first time watching a lifesteal stream in like 6 months i dont know what is going on in season 5 at all . the red sky was kinda awesome. guns were scary. i hope u kill more people soon ^_^ will be trying 2 tune in more - @renchant

I can try to summarize the entire season in like 3 paragraphs it’s going to be so terrible and long I’m so sorry watch me do it here we go

So basically… lifesteal season 5 begins…. There’s a group called the PMC that consists of MinuteTech LeoWook and ClownPierce and since they’re all big strong men they beat up every other team on the server. Eventually the PrinceZam + Pangi pirate team group up with Gucci Gang (Bacon Parrot Mapicc) to beat them up because they’re really strong and scary. Eventually Clown stops logging on so they feel the need to form a new team called the Phantoms with Vitalasy Jumper and Reddoons and they go around jumping people by staying logged out and then all logging in at the same time after someone’s lured to a location. It got them a PrinceZam kill but they failed against Mapicc and Bacon. Tons of fights happen that are just PMC vs Gucci Gang + Me or LaLa Legion (Spoke Ash Ro Planet) vs Us or whatever. Eventually new members get added, Squiddo Pentar Jepex Wemmbu. There’s a gay wedding between Parrot and Ashswag. Squiddo kills the entire server at a birthday party. I made 200 backup maxed out armor sets. Midmystic makes Pangi and I an awesome pirate base and lastly a chunk of the server lowkey stop logging on.

Because of the void left by the players that are now gone (Parrot, Vitalasy kinda, Reddoons, Poafa, Woogie, Vort3x etc) Mapicc and I have no choice but to find a way to make things awesome again. We build a void trap at spawn and try to lure Minute and Planet over, successfully killing Planet (this is ok because he’s a 20 heart monster this season btw!!) Bacon joins us and decides we need two extra members so we invite Pentar and JumperWho as well. Together we formed a team called The Abyss, a group of players that want to revive the server by destroying it. By making ourselves the big bads of the server every time people logged on their goal was to kill us so that we’d stop making our void hole at spawn bigger. They tried other things like filling the hole with water and obsidian but those all got fixed relatively fast. One of the things they did was find my secret base and steal all 200 of my armor sets. This made me really mad so I destroyed the entire PMC base. After months of constant fighting over this big dumb hole to the void at spawn eventually we come up with an end goal. We were going to turn the entirety of spawn island into void. While working on this insanely large project we get jumped and after like 5 battles where Planet just keeps dying but his teammates live, he bans himself in the void hole. Before doing so he asks what our goal is so I told him activity, and he says “well in that case I guess in a way I’ve beat you”. This was like cold asf so we immediately switch gears deciding we need to make our plan way awesomer and cooler so we add a puzzle for them to solve!! It’s super long and if they couldn’t finish it in 7 days the entirety of spawn would be turned to void. Our team immediately got to work running big bedrock break machine and cleaning out layer after layer. However, as this is all happening Wemmbu Squiddo and 4CVIT reveal that they have a massive canon that will blow up literally EVERYTHING on the server unless we give them 50 hearts. They blows up 4Cs entire beautiful base to show they’re not joking around. Minute and his group are able to find the canon and break it saving the server but for a moment the entire server was united against Wemmbu and his team. The Abyss goal was completed before our final project even began which sucked, but we kept moving forward. To get people interested Minute (temporarily) added Rekrap2 Back To The Server!!!! He was here to help them finish the puzzle and after a week of us racing to void everything while they solve our puzzles, it was over and they had won. The 5 of us now had to jump into the void but that’s when JumperWho revealed she had been a mole the whole time. For 3 months of constant work on the void hole, she was betraying us. Relaying everything to Minute and his team. Filled with rage Mapicc decided to bomb her base but ended up with Clown Leo Minute Jumper and potentially more on him. I came to help but I wasn’t ready to fight Jumper, somebody I’d been allies with for 3 months. I managed to escape but I couldn’t believe it. Afterwards Pentar also left our team leaving just Mapicc Bacon and I.

The next paragraph is basically everything that’s happened since so basically the last month or so. To fix the lack of order on the server players could now run for God! Mapicc, Minute, Squiddo and 4CVIT/Reddoons decided to run. Simultaneously Branzy was now working on a carnival which was really cool! During one of the games I rigged it so that Jumper would die which was silly revenge but then for serious revenge me and Mapicc tried jumping her. Unfortunately she got Minute to save her leading to us losing badly. Afterwards the presidential god stuff starts taking priority and to campaign we ask a bunch of people to vote for us. In the end we came 2nd place, and Pentar as well as Pangi voted against Mapicc. Pentar made sense since he never said he would vote Mapicc, but Pangi had quite literally betrayed all of our trusts by voting for Squiddo. Also Minute came dead last despite helping everyone on the server regear and also saving them from void and the canon which is hilarious. The winners were 4C and Reddoons who instead of actually running themselves chose to give their presidency to CaptainSparklez! It takes him a while to join and during that time period to fill the lack of things going on Mapicc and I start an all out war against Jumper. It started with a silly spar against MinuteTech that ended up turning into a 2v2 against Jumper as well. We got them to run the first time around but the 2nd time we just lost badly. The next day Jumper said she’d deliver stone from Vitalasys old base to Midmystic so we hid in Vitalasys base all day long. It was taking a while so I changed my discord pfp and name to match Mids and got her to log on 😭😭. Once she showed up we killed her. Minute logged on and she ended up coming back but we escaped with me on the brink of death. Because of this they were angry angry at us but we didn’t care we wanted to make them more mad. We started base hunting and found Minutes somewhat old base for the anti abyss people. While searching the base Minute showed up so Mapicc got there and we 2v1d him. During the fight we spawned a wither in the base bombing the area and revealing a third of the 200 armor sets I had stolen from me during the void arc!!! Eventually Jumper showed up so we decided to run away taking our win. But after this we had another fight where they jumped us at my base and we ended up losing after an extremely long and hard fought battle. Before this I forgot to mention but Bacon Mapicc and I brainstormed a team name as well as an end goal, SPOILERS NO LIFESTEAL MEMEBRS READ BEYOND THIS!!!!

STOP IT! DO NOT READ AHEAD LIFESTEAL MEMBERS!!!

Essentially we wanted to reset the server to how it was on day one, breaking apart every team and then resetting every area back to how it looked on day one. With this goal in mind I realized we’d need to actually be able to kill people so I needed to get past being on 9 hearts. 4C/Red made hearts literally uncraftable so I had to kill. This segment is really cool there’s a 10 or 20 minute clip of everything that happens and if I tried to explain it I wouldn’t do it any justice but I’m sure somebody will link it below. Anyway after the awesome clip moment I’m evil now so I try to kill Pangi. I lead him to our old day one base and get him to help me repair it but he is wayyy too sus of me. I eventually muster up the courage to block off the bases exits and ask him over and over why he voted Squiddo, as this was supposed to be revenge for that. However, MinuteTech logs on and arrives at the base leading to them 2v1ing me but I end up escaping. We scream at each other before I leave to set up a new base. Later that night Pentar calls with Mapicc and I to join our team. Thanks to him I’m basically able to fully regear myself after losing almost everything to all the fights we had with Minute and Jumper. I end up on 12 hearts by this point and I think that’s most the shenanigans wrapped up, all that’s left is the captain sparklez stuff which this specific asker has already seen I think. For anyone else I personally believe this should be vod watched!! Up to you of course but I’m sure someone else on here would be willing to summarize that specific event sometime.

I spent an hour writing this on my phone before bed and I can’t believe it took this long. I thought it’d be shorter. Sorry!

#hello it is me princezam #sorry for making this so damn long #I didn’t know I was evil #this was so unprompted too Lmaoo #My mistake! #actual ask hijacking

[ichigofixthisshit]

For anyone interested- we've officially started on the third chapter. And we both have the feeling that it might be a long one from how things are going so far....

#update #ichigo fix this shit #the building of team ro

[midnightexpressproductions]

Demo (TBA)

Content warnings (This IF has situations and themes that might be distressing to others): mentions of death, depictions of bodily harm, body horror, gore, anxiety/panic attacks, stressful scenes, claustrophobia, violence, car crashes, amaxophobia, astraphobia, use of weapons (guns, knives, etc.), explicit language, and sexual content though this is optional.

Dark smoke curls all around you, the black ash clogging up your nose and choking your throat. The sound of sirens is muffled in your ears. The base of your skull feels like it's split in two, a sharp pain blooming on the back of your head. Your eyesight is blurry but you can just make out the body writhing around on the ground.

You're hurt and blood seeps out of your wounds. You should be dead. You shouldn't be able to move, but here you are struggling to breathe. The acrid air in your lungs burns. Your vision tinges red. You can't help but watch as the body across the street from you sits up, rotten eyes fixed on your own.

It's jaw unhinges as it lets out an unearthly scream. It's hungry– no not hungry, ravenous– filthy drool dripping down it's chin. In a flash it descends upon you.

Starving.

Yearning for something to eat.

Desperate.

Yearning for food.

Famished.

Yearning to tear your flesh apart.

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In your senior year of high school, you remain the sole survivor of a brutal car crash that kills your father. Grief stricken, your mother decides that it's time for a fresh start. You soon find yourself shipped away to the other side of the country in bustling New York City; a completely different world from your previous rural Louisiana town.

A fish out of water, you're content with staying in the comfort of your own bedroom, living out your life in complete solitude. However, fate has other plans and after four years of isolation, you are forced to leave your room and venture into the outside world.

You just had to pick the day when everything goes to shit, didn't you?

The dead have begun to rise, violent and angry and desperately ravenous for human flesh. Finding yourself separated from your mom, you team up with an unlikely group of survivors as you begin your journey across a ruined New York in hopes of safe haven.

Who knows what might happen when the dead wake?

Play as male, female or non binary; you have the chance to set your own pronouns.

Play as straight, gay, lesbian, bi/pansexual, demi/asexual or aromantic.

Customize your MC's personality and appearance.

Choose from five RO's (plus a sixth RO who you'll meet at the end of the game) to romance or befriend. Or betray.

Build up your stats.

Make alliances or enemies with rival gangs.

Steal a cop car.

Adopt some dogs.

Your choices matter. You and other characters from the main cast can die.

Javier Delgado | he/him | 23 | ISTJ-T | Puerto Rican American

Javier has short, dark brown hair that curls just slightly around the edges. His down turned eyes are light brown and speckled with green. His golden tawny skin is lightly smattered with freckles across his cheeks. Javier is 5'10" and he has a thin, lanky build which makes him seem much taller than he really is. A pair of plastic-rimmed, light green glasses sit on his hooked nose. He says that they're just for reading but in truth, his eyesight just really sucks. His thick eyebrows are almost constantly furrowed, causing people to think that he’s always upset. Javier favors more muted, earthy toned colors in what he wears. He's not particularly fashionable however, wearing whatever is clean and comfortable.

Carmen Bautista | she/her | 23 | ESFJ-A | Filipina/Brazilian American

Carmen has long, wavy hair that stops just below her shoulder blades. Her hair is dark brown turning into a blonde ombre the further down it goes. She normally keeps it pulled back into a low bun or a French braid. Her wide eyes are almond shaped and dark brown. Carmen’s olive skin is completely flawless. Her full lips seem to be set in a perpetual smile, showing off the deep set dimples on her cheeks. She is 5'9" and has a plump, hourglass figure. She can normally be found wearing jewelry. However, Carmen doesn't wear rings, saying that she prefers to keep her hands free of any obstructions. She does have her nails painted a bubblegum pink though. Carmen favors pastel colors and soft clothing that she can easily move around in.

Max Friedman | she/they | 22 | ISTP-A | Jewish American

Max has wildly curly, dark copper hair that reaches just below their ears which is choppy since they cut it themself. Their eyes are a pale stormy gray and droopy, giving them a sleepy appearance. However, paired with her thin lips that seem to be constantly set into a scowl, it only highlights Max's less than friendly demeanor. Max has pale skin with warm undertones. She's covered from head to toe in freckles. They have a small cut on the right side of their upper lip. Their nose is slightly crooked, having broken it from a skateboarding accident. She's the shortest out of the group (not including Gwen), standing at 5'2" and she has a lithe build though the baggy clothes she wears make it seem that Max is skinnier than she really is. They carry around a skateboard wherever they go. 

Eun-Woo Park | he/him | 20 | ESTP-T | South Korean

Eun-Woo has short, pencil-straight black hair that's been styled into an undercut, his bangs left longer than the rest. Thick eyelashes rim his monolid eyes. The irises are a brown so dark that they're almost black. Eun-Woo's milk white skin is spotted with moles, the most notable being the two that sit underneath his left eye. His hands are covered with old calluses and jagged scars mar his knuckles. Eun-Woo stands at 5'7" and has a sinewy, toned build. His ears are double pierced and he has a helix piercing on his right ear. Eun-Woo's nails are painted black. He likes wearing black clothing however, he always wears a red SSG Landers cap along with a NY Yankees letterman jacket.

Derek Campbell | he/they | 24 | ISFP-A | African American/Caucasian

Derek has dark brown, shoulder length dreads. The ends are dyed a light honey brown though he's constantly changing the color. He normally keeps his dreads tied back in a loose ponytail or bun. Their full lips seem to always be set in a sweet smile. Their dark brown eyes are round and wide set, emphasizing their friendly demeanor. Light stubble softens their sharp jaw. Derek has light brown skin, having two scars on his face: one that runs down the corner of his left eyebrow and the other running across the bridge of his nose. He's the tallest of the whole group, standing at 6'5" and his chubby, thick-set build seems imposing at first. They're really just a big marshmallow though. Derek seems to favor more athletic wear, though they'll wear whatever feels comfortable to them. They like bright colors, especially pink and yellow.

Elijah/Elizabeth Watts | he/him or she/her | 26 | ENTJ-A | African American

Eli has dark umber skin with cool undertones. Jagged, old scars crisscross all over their body. They have a full sleeve tattoo of a snake surrounded by lotus flowers on their left arm. F!Eli has long, tightly coiled black hair which she normally keeps tied back into a low ponytail or a braided bun. M!Eli has short, tightly coiled black hair that's cut into a fade, his coils either left free or tied back into cornrows. Even if they're not upset, Eli's eyes seem to be constantly narrowed, the warm honey brown irises standing out against their dark skin. Their full lips hide a gap-toothed smile. Both M!Eli and F!Eli stand at 6'0". They have a toned, muscular build. They wear no makeup or jewelry, other than the dog tags that they keep hidden underneath their clothes.

Gwen Nguyen | she/her | 10 | Vietnamese American

Gwen has warm toned, honey skin and wide, black eyes. Her chubby cheeks are dusted red, only further highlighting her innocent appearance. However, the sneaky rude gestures and hidden eye rolls show that she's much more cheeky than she looks. Gwen likes to wear anything soft and pastel colored. She always has her favorite pink bear plushie with her. Gwen is also deaf, so she wears a pair of sparkly hearing aids. Other than using sign language, she also communicates with a small whiteboard that she keeps tucked away in a pastel yellow backpack.

Pa and Ma Hazel:

Pa is a 10 year old German shepherd and Ma Hazel is an 11 year old cocker spaniel. Pa is short coated and his fur is a dark sable color with his underside being a honey brown. His muzzle is also lightly streaked through with gray. Ma Hazel is medium coated and her fur is a brown roan. Her muzzle is also slightly graying and her nose is spotted. In lieu of collars, Pa wears a forest green bandana around his neck. Ma Hazel doesn't wear a collar at all.

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[derww]

TW: Blood, violence, death

Disclamer: None of this is real, but the concept is very pretty, so I took it on a walk.

 

The next time Minute goes on spawn, Spepticle tries to kill him.

Of course, he behaves a little strangely from the very beginning; he generally asks for a meeting despite the fact that just a few days ago he gently refused Minute's offer, saying that he is not ready to fight for them in this war and that he just wants to live till the end to attend the last carnival. 

But Minute doesn't think it's strange; he's happy that someone has changed their mind about being an easy target for the Players and, perhaps, will hold out against them for at least a few minutes. There is enough gear in his enderchest to equip a small army, and this is the second thing he would like to see the most. The first is the corpses of all the Players, preferably dead together and instantly.

Minute knows that Mapicc and Ro stayed late yesterday, so he doesn't worry much about bumping into them; even they, after all, need sleep, weakened by curses, exhausted by a long war, outside the usual conditions and climate. Despite this, he is habitually circumspect: leaving Pb&J base, he checks several times that there is no one around, collects a battlekit in his inventory, and carefully seals the entrance before changing his chestplate to elytra and taking off.

Spawn has not changed in any way in its surreal state since his last visit—wastelands on the sight of destroyed buildings, multiple holes after an orbital strike, surreal towers stretching infinitely far upwards. Spepticle is waiting for him in the very center, on a diorite platform, right above one of the voidholes, and looks a little tired. The desert sun, burning everything dry, passes through him, disintegrating into pink highlights.

– Hey, Spep, – he says, landing nearby and raising his hand. He is glad that there are still people on the server, except for his team, with whom he can just peacefully see each other.

– Hey, Minute! – Spepticle replies and smiles. – You said you were ready to help and equip me. These guys scare me. I think I'm going to need better armor if I don't want to die today or tomorrow.

He speaks a little differently, as if softer and more careful, but Minute does not pay attention to it—not because they are not familiar with each other enough, although this undoubtedly has its effect, but because he simply does not think that anything in this situation can go wrong. He reaches for his enderchest to get the armor out of the shulkers and turns away only for a moment-

and freezes, stunned, because his sixth sense knows much better than himself. For a single moment, he is paralyzed by wild horror, realizing that he is about to die.

Everything inside of him goes crazy. He can't move a muscle. Why, why, why, drums are thundering in his head; how, how, how, his own incomprehension is hissing. He feels the phantom sword piercing him through and through in a single, seamless movement, and for the first time in weeks, he is afraid.

He manages to pull the sword out of its scabbard with constrained movements, dives down, turns around, and blocks the blow.

Spepticle looks down at him. His eyes are almost black—an abyss of rage and hatred. He doesn't say a word; he pushes through Minute's block with an unexpected force for the weakest player on the server and hits again and again. The only thing he wants is to kill him, aiming at weak points and not shying away from playing dirty.

It takes him less than a minute to recognize the fighting style. He opens his dry mouth.

– Mapicc?

Spepticle doesn't respond; just hits even harder.

He has a full battlekit with him, and his diamond armor without trims is definitely not Projectile Protection 3, and that's enough to make him a mortal threat. Minute blocks, and blocks, and blocks, but there is only so much he can do.

– Was Spoke's body not enough? Did you die in it? — he tries. – or did you just jump into another one for an unfair advantage?

Spepticle narrows his eyes.

– I'm done playing with any of you. – he says, a low voice and a threat in it, and Minute on reflexes alone manages to make half a turn to take both blows on the shield— Mapicc's sword and Ro's enchanted fence.

Minute blindly presses the alarm button on his communicator, and then the fight merges into a single chain of hits, turns, and blocks. Mapicc and Ro fight as extensions of each other, taking up all the space around him and forcing him to take risks and make mistakes. He needs another ten seconds to accept that Spepticle is going to die. Having agreed to a deal with the devil, thus becoming an accomplice, he should have deserved to die, and something in this just doesn't sit right in him, but the last few weeks have made him much more compliant in terms of principles. Then he starts trying to kill.

He is saved by the habit of taking an insane amount of experience with him, but he is still being squeezed. He eats god apple after god apple, chokes on his own blood, and runs.

On the way from the spawn, Jepexx catches him. He wears the green coat, smeared in blood. He smiles and swings his sword, almost ripping him in half.

Minute makes them drain their resources. He survives on the verge of possibilities. He runs and runs, but never far enough to pull any of his traps. It seems like all of their kits have been compiled for this exact situation, and they are suffocating him by having a counterplay against every one of them. At some point, he runs out of pots and survives only on his apples and exp, and his head is going round due to intoxication.

His hearts drops lower than five much more times than he is willing to admit. At some point, he feels sick. He tightens his grip on his sword, the godslayer, and continues to fight.

He is close to losing consciousness when Jumper and Pentar fall on top of them.

Jumper shoves an ammonia-soaked rag in his face, smashes her potions under both of them, and he returns to battle with her, because sometimes he only knows how to fight.

None of them speak much—a gaping hole of difference with the past. They fight, and fight to the death, and there is a lot of blood, and he almost loses one of his arms several separate times, and regeneration at some point stops completely tightening wounds—a bad sign that there is nothing left to draw energy from. But he is not one of the best for nothing; he forces himself to continue and pushes himself further and further to the edge, swinging his blade over and over again.

He barely realizes reality when he splits Spepticle's body in two and freezes.

He blankly stares at the corpse. He voted for me; he thinks distantly. He tried to help. He wanted to see the carnival. Why did he do that?

The corpse explodes with stars. He still stares.

Pentar and Jumper also freeze in place, but not so much because of death as because of his reaction. And, as if from another world, from behind a cotton wall, he hears something. He reluctantly raises his head. Zam in Jepexx's body is laughing.

– Bravo! – he applauds, still smiling, the alien's emotions on the alien's face. – Great job saving the world, Minute! We won't even have to try; you'll kill everyone yourself! Of course you will do it. After all, as long as someone is alive, it could be us. You can trust your team – but can you really trust anyone else?

He searches for words but never finds them, stuck in the same state in which he looked at the exploding Camelot in another life, and it's horrifying. The words Jumper and Pentar say don't reach him. 

Here's what Minute notices: Zam and Ro are leaving. He rushes forward to catch them and finish them off.

He fails.

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[painted-devils-if]

Welcome to Painted Devils IF

Who We Are

We three Fates are a trio of writers. Though we've written as a team before, Painted Devils is our first foray into interactive fiction. We welcome you to climb aboard our dark academia adventure. Well, are you taking my hand?

What is Painted Devils?

Welcome to Blackthorn Academy, where blood runs thick, but betrayal runs thicker. Someone has been stealing the hearts of students... and the bodies are starting to pile up. Who—or what—is killing the students, and what do they want with you? Customize your character, study a major of your choice, romance one of four fellow students, and one by one discover the skeletons in their closets…

Features

• A fully customizable MC, including appearance, gender, sexuality, personality, and the coping mechanism you use to drown out memories you desperately wish you could forget…

• Character and romance driven story where you can build friendships, form relationships, and then use them how you so choose

• Choose from one of five unique magical specialities to study while at Blackthorn

• Romance one of four ROs available to all players

DEMO: Coming Soon

Meet the Love Interests and Find Useful Posts:

Theo Fairchild: Popular and always seen wearing half a dozen bruises, Theo’s infamous for his participation in the academy fight club, but black eyes and broken bones are far from the worst thing he’s hiding….

Oliver Ying: The stoner son of a business tycoon, Oliver is content to coast on his father's wealth. But beneath the smoke are the eyes of a phoenix and a sword on his tongue...

Juliette Lancaster: Highly intelligent and always at the top of the class, Juliette projects an image of arrogance and class to everyone she meets. What could she be hiding behind her perfectly pressed blazer and immaculate grades?

Valeria Cortés: The resident queen bee, Val has all of Blackthorn's social royalty in the palm of her hand. Mysterious, brutal, and ambitious, she says she’s only working for herself, but who is she really dancing for?

Useful Posts:

Blackthorn Academy Majors Breakdown

Coping Mechanisms Breakdown

RO Posts:

Heights

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[thereaperwatchesme]

You were sent a protector to guide you through a foretold disaster when you were young. Now, you’re an adult, no disaster has appeared and you’re ready to live your life without the careful eyes of your “shadow”. However, his presence is most welcome as you need him more than ever.

The disaster has come your way.

Getting ready to hide away from the catastrophe, you’re suddenly found by a ragtag group of Onlookers, who attempt to protect others from your…protector. You’ve come to find out that you’re meant to be sacrificed to save the world from the tragedy yet to come.

Faced with this truth, you join forces with the formidable team and learn more about your role on Earth and the role of your protector. But you can’t help but wonder if you were able to save the world in another way that doesn’t involve your demise. Maybe with the help of your protector…

The Grim Reaper.

| Customize your own character: choose your gender, pronouns, sexuality, and appearance.

| Meet and possibly romance five RO’s, two of which are gender-selectable.

| Discover who you are, or what you were meant to be.

| Shake things up and drive the story. Be determined and a leader, or go with the flow and stay passive.

| Would you sacrifice yourself like the Prophecy foretold, or be in charge of your new destiny and do things your way?

MARSHALL TAYLOR (AKA MARS)

male; he/him

Mars is the leader of a group of friends named the “Onlookers.” He’s able to see the Grim Reaper and tries to prevent any deaths occurring by the Reaper’s hand. Impassive and harsh, he tries to keep you safe by protecting you at all times. Who knew that his body-guarding skills would blossom into a new love?

(Mars has tan skin, dark brown hair that's faded at the sides, gray eyes, and slight stubble on his face)

SABLE CLARK

male; he/him

Sable is the brains of the Onlookers; he designs the tech and gear for the group when it’s time to help people and capture lost souls taken by the Reaper. Usually shy and reserved, he opens up to you more than his friends. Will you two stick together?

(Sable has bright, red hair, green eyes, and wears thick-rimmed glasses. He’s lanky and pale with a small amount of freckles)

MARIANA TAYLOR

female; she/her

Mariana is the twin sister of Mars, but they have two different attitudes. She’s more friendly, but she continues to hold you at arm's length. The mastermind of the group, she cleverly creates the methods to achieve their goals. But what will she plan if her goal is now you?

(Mariana has dark brown, curly hair and tan skin. She has gray eyes and a bright smile)

PARKER CHO

gender-selectable (male, female, non-binary)

Parker is the jokester of the group, but mostly a gifted fighter. They are a warrior of sorts; fighting monsters or souls that they come across just to protect you all. They flirt with you constantly, but they have no means to start a relationship. But will they feel obligated when you’re in danger and it’s their last chance?

(Parker is of Korean descent, and they have pale skin and dark brown eyes. They’re very well muscled, and has black hair that’s curled on top of their head)

J (Justine, Justin, Justice)

gender-selectable (female, male, nonbinary)

J was your childhood friend until you moved across the country. But now you’re back, and you two are catching up. But you didn’t know that you would be pulling them into the craziness that’s happening in your life. But you mean everything to them, so they’ll do whatever to help.

(J has blonde hair and a average build with glistening, blue eyes)

DEMO

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[circuit-if]

Info post for the key characters and romance options for Circuit, with personalities, (some) backstory, and appearance listed. Choose between 4 romance routes - fall in and out of love with the other driver on your team, your rival on the track, your team's head engineer, or the sponsor heiress who's taken a liking to you.

Roman Gray [RO, he/him] - Your rival on the track. Gray came from the same neighbourhood as you, and you've raced alongside him since your very first competition. But he's no longer that young boy, left grinning with adrenaline after every circuit. No, now he's hungry for that prize with a stern drive that wont let whatever friendship you had get in the way of, and faces you only with stone cold glares and ridiculously tough competition.

Backstory - You and Roman grew up racing along tracks all over small town California, proving yourselves to everyone who doubted you over the years and rising fast in the ranks beside one another. You both spend your nights after races at the same bar in San Diego, where you make memories and vow to each other to make it to the top: the URCA championships. If only it were possible to do it together.

Appearance - Short dark brown hair in a textured fringe, gray eyes, soft, one sided smile, lean muscle, fair skin, 6'0. He wears his race jacket whenever he can, usually over casual streetwear with dark neutral tones and greens.

Romance Route - Rivals to lovers. Compete with Roman in the championship league while underlying grudges, hurt, and jealousy get in the way of the love that you share underneath, and the will to forgive. Can you repair what was once there, rescuing it from the rubble of that last night in California, or will you let it fall away under the press' love of rivalries? Or will it become something more?

Nicholas/Nadine Spade [RO, gender selectable] - The other driver on your new team, nicked "The Blade" and loved by many. N has been racing for nearly as long as you have, along the searing tracks of Miami with an effortless talent. Always finding a way to twist the situation into a witty joke and a laugh, they quickly establish themself as someone to trust among the chaos that is your new life as a top racer.

Backstory - N. grew up in Miami, under the legacy of their father, an elite racer from decades prior. From a young age, they were recognised in races for their family name and its power and prowess in the racing world. They struggled to create their own identity, eventually being labelled "Spade the Blade" for their creative tactics for cutting through groups of cars at a time.

Appearance - Dirty blonde hair cut at their neck in beach waves, chestnut brown eyes, freckles, smile lines, lopsided, charming grin, tan skin, 5'8. They wear a lot of graphic tees and have a habit of collecting bracelets for their wrists, with a generally vibrant palatte underneath their leather jackets for motor biking.

Romance Route - Friends to lovers, with a little "just friends" thrown in. Win races side by side, strategise, and plan with a little distraction on the side. Mutually pine for one another between circuits, and realise the importance of your other half not only for the team, but for you.

Sadie/Spencer Monroe [RO, gender selectable] - Your head engineer, a failed aspiring racer with a silent but deadly disposition. S designed your car from the wheels up, with one goal: to win. To win in a way they couldn't on the track themself, despite knowing everything there is to know about the sport. S has high expectations for you and N, and they're not one to disappoint.

Backstory - S. grew up in the countryside of New York, with one goal: to become the most legendary racer the URCA has ever known. With that in mind, they began racing circuits across the mid Atlantic, building and repairing their own cars and taking them into leagues they weren't welcome in because of their ultra-creative mechanic improvements. They quit soon after, turning their engineering talents to the benefit of more talented racers instead.

Appearance - Auburn hair at the base of their neck, hazel green eyes, a dusting of freckles, slender, pale skin, 5'9. They wear a brown bomber jacket over a lot of their clothes, a lot of flannel and warm tones.

Romance Route - Forbidden love. S. is an engineer, ensuring your cars are running exactly as they should, pushing them to their limits with speed and control. Their job is entirely behind the scenes, almost no one knows they exist, and they prefer it that way. You're a racer. The worlds eyes are on you. When you both face your growing feelings, you're forced to keep them away from the rest of the world and hide your romance.

Carmen Caddel [RO, she/her] - Heiress to one of your biggest sponsor companies. Carmen grew up in the lifestyle of fame and luxury, and handles it with such grace and poise that shows in every paparazzi photo and every interview. With her guiding you through the press conferences and afterparties, it should be easy to maintain the public image you're intended to keep. Right?

Backstory - Carmen was born to Defina Caddel, the founder of the creatively named company, Caddel, that has been at the head of the fashion industry for decades. Carmen inherited Defina's expensive taste and affinity for matters of fame from a young age. She was raised learning about her mothers' company, around fashion designers rather than her peers, and preparing for the day she would have to take over as CEO herself.

Appearance - Curly black hair to her mid-back, dark brown eyes, full cheeks, bright smile, tan skin, 5'5. She's only ever seen in designer clothes (most often from her mothers' brand), all of which are sleek and fitted prior to wear.

 Romance Route - The power couple. MC is a driver that has worked from the bottom up, and Carmen was born into wealth and fame. With different skill sets, connections, and experience, you both face the fame and fortune, good and bad, that's coming at you a little stronger together.

- PROMO POST -

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