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zoeykallus · 3 years ago

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Tech - Thank You For Loving Me 18 - The Game Changer

Tech x Fem!Reader FF

Warnings: Smut 18+ NSFW

Soft Bondage/ Soft-Dom Tech/Suggestive Talk/ FiV/ Nudity/ Strong language/ Hurt/Fluff/ Suggestive/ FiV

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Auhtor's Comment:

Woah where is this going? Probably not where you think.

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What happened Before:

Nervous Flutter

Part 2 - Help Me To Let Go

Part 3 - Asking For Advice

Part 4 - Devotion

Part 5 - The Explorer

Part 6 - You’re The Best

Part 7 - Experimental (½)

Part 8 - Experimental (2/2) - Not Fully Functional

Part 9 - Not Alone

Part 10 - Cared For

Part 11 - Don’t You Worry

Part 12 - A White Lie

Part 13 - Hope

Part 14 - Games To Play

Part 15 - Work Work Work

Part 16 - Trouble

Part 17 - In Loving Dimnation (½)

Part 18 - The Game Changer

That he said those words, the thought of his perfect fingers, made your heart race and the tingling in your center intensify. You saw a knowing smile on his lips.

"By now I understand your reactions, recognizing certain expressions on your face that I could never have guessed before," he said with satisfaction, sliding his finger deeper inside you, pressing his thumb on your pearl and beginning to massage it in circular motions.

Your mouth automatically flipped open a tiny bit and soft moans came from your lips. Tech looked directly at you, paying attention to your every movement and that fact alone, drove heat into your cheeks.

He smiled.

"I can see you're enjoying this," he noted with pleasure.

He pressed closer to you as his fingers played with you, his hard length pressed against your hip.

His mouth tilted to your ear and he said softly, "I have something delicate to ask you."

You blinked, trying to focus on his voice despite his fingers.

"What's it about?" you asked breathlessly.

"Hunter."

Again you blinked.

"Do we need to discuss this now?"

"Well, yes, he's waiting outside"

You looked at him completely confused "What, why?"

He kissed your neck and said, "We were talking earlier. We were having a frank conversation and.... Hunter told me that your smell was driving him, how did he put it um, crazy."

You stared wordlessly into his face as he looked at you. Was he getting at what you thought he was getting at? He seemed so reasonable and orderly that you were relatively sure he wasn't kidding.

"We have our safeword, so as long as you don't say it, I would invite Hunter in."

You wanted to say something, but you didn't know what. This was so surreal, you wouldn't believe it until you saw Hunter.

"Come in," Tech called over his shoulder.

The sergeant actually came in, a little nervous it seemed to you, but you also immediately saw his pupils dilate as he looked at you.

"Hey, Mesh'la" he said softly "We didn't mean to run you down like that, but Tech said you might not be averse".

You looked from one to the other, finally finding your voice again, and asked Tech "But what makes you think that?"

Tech shrugged.

"I'm aware that Hunter belongs in the handsome category, and from time to time I've seen you secretly watching him when you feel unobserved."

You felt heat rise in your cheeks again. Sure you had been sneaking peeks at Hunter, you were only human, but you had never had deeper ulterior motives, you watched Crosshair that way too sometimes.... but you hoped very much that Tech had not seen that. As much as you were thrilled by his ability to observe earlier, at the moment you were cursing it.

Nervous and unsure of what was expected of you, you asked just that, "What exactly do you expect of me now?"

Hunter slowly approached and began to remove parts of his armor, you watching him in disbelief.

"Well, first and foremost," the sergeant said, "I want you to enjoy."

"Wait... Are you going to... is he going to touch me?" you asked your gaze jumping from one to the other.

Hunter paused in his movement.

"She sounds a little panicked, maybe this wasn't a good idea".

"She knows the safeword," Tech said perfectly calmly, smiling at you "That's right, isn't it?"

You nodded slowly, for a second you thought about using the safeword, but when Hunter pulled the top of his Blacks off over his head, your voice caught in your throat. His body was chiseled, muscles clearly visible under his tanned skin. Yes he was built a little differently than Tech, but you didn't love your genius any less because of it. But the fact that he was okay with this surprised the hell out of you, or maybe it shouldn't. He was logical, maybe he thought this would relax Hunter and thus the whole atmosphere of the team. You had no idea.

But when Hunter touched you, your voice loosened and you said, startled, "MARAUDER!"

Blinking, you realized it was dark in the bedroom. You were alone, not wearing handcuffs. The bed next to you was empty. You sighed, looked at the clock, saw how late it was and felt anger rising inside you. You had been dreaming, a wet dream that had drifted into a strange surreal dream. Tech was still not back.

Snorting, you swung out of bed, half naked in just your underwear and an open robe thrown on, you climbed from the Hope into the Marauder. Crosshair sat on his bunk and was in the process of undressing. He let out an appreciative whistle when he saw you in your underwear, the robe folding around you almost like a cape.

"Shut up," you growled in his direction, which immediately silenced him in surprise.

You stalked into the cockpit, where Tech sat around fiddling with his holopad. When he looked up to see you in your underwear, he blinked in surprise, then saw your angry look and gulped.

"Mesh'la... Are you all right?"

„No.“

Tech hastily put his holopad aside, stood up, and came toward you.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No, and that's the problem. You're doing it again. You're completely retreating from me. It's already three in the morning and I'm still alone in our bed. Once again I feel lonely and like I've done something wrong, but I haven't, you're just back to feeling sorry for yourself and..." you broke off and blinked against a few tears of anger.

"Cyare... I'm sorry," Tech said softly and after a moment added in surprise "you're wearing the nice underwear"

"Yeah I was going to wait for you, but I just fell asleep at some point. I don't want to feel lonely anymore, if I want to feel lonely I don't need a partner" you said pouting.

Tech turned pale.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

His eyes were big behind the goggles, staring at you near panic.

"I don't want to be alone anymore Tech, I understand your problem, but what you're doing is not a solution".

He looked to the side, ashamed.

"Looks like I messed up again" he muttered.

You couldn't deny that Tech was exhausting in his own way, but you had known that before. Not only did he have to work on himself, but you had to work on your patience.

You put your arms around his shoulders, intertwining your fingers in his neck, whereupon he automatically put his hands on your hips and leaned his forehead against yours.

"I need you Tech," you said softly.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes, of course!"

He leaned back a bit to look at you and smiled cautiously.

"Would you still be okay with a role reversal...you know, with the handcuffs?"

You swallowed, you didn't really want to tell him about the dream, but how likely was it that anything like that was really happening? You didn't want to steal his thunder so you said, "Anything you want, as long as you come to the bedroom with me."

Tech grinned with satisfaction.

"Okay, but you should close your robe, Crosshair is still awake I think".

You bit your lower lip.

"Um, yeah, I saw that, he saw me too unfortunately but.... he'll get over it"

Tech raised his eyebrows.

"I hope so for his sake, that one" he said pointing to your body "Is mine alone".

The wide grin on your face pleased him.

"Okay, mesh'la, let's go then. Off to our bed-"

Your lips interrupted him. You kissed him wildly and he took a second, but finally returned the kiss, his hands sliding over the delicate fabric of your underwear. He felt himself getting hard behind his cod piece.

"Cyare... shouldn't we go to our bedroom instead?" he said breathlessly as your lips parted for a moment.

"do you have something similar to handcuffs here?"

Tech swallowed nervously, but nodded and said, "I have binders."

"What do you think about handcuffing and fucking me here in the cockpit?"

He swallowed again, his pupils dilated, he licked his lips, that was indeed one of his secret fantasies.

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jaeminzie · 4 years ago

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ignorance is bliss | h.rj

↳ huang renjun x gender neutral!reader

synopsis: staying true to the courageous gryffindor persona, you secretly admire renjun using unusual tactics, forgetting that the fellow ravenclaw is fairly quick witted.

genre: fluff

word count: 2,339

part of ‘the dreamies in hogwarts’ series

huang renjun, the ravenclaw wallflower who you’ve been stalking according to your best friends. indeed, it is odd to stay in the library until ungodly hours solely for the breathtaking view from a few tables in front of the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. though every view and every angle of huang renjun is breathtaking, it doesn’t take much work when you look like that. being as stubborn as ever, you would never admit to stalking the poor boy. you believed that that was an exaggeration, that your friends don’t understand how it feels to be so blinded by him and you are utterly confused on how they aren’t blinded by him. instead, you claim it as a way to get an understanding of the boy’s, who you do plan to interact with sometime in the future, mannerism — which you mentally admit sounds just as creepy as stalking, not helping your case at all.

so there you are, sitting alone in a table a bit further than usual from renjun using a book to cover your lower face to avoid any suspicion. not only are you stubborn, you are also unbelievably oblivious. so oblivious, in fact, that you aren’t aware that the boy who you’ve been “observing” has already noticed you staring at him the second week of your trips to the library. in your defense, you visit the library no more than four times a week as you loathed the smell of rotting book paper and dusty wooden furniture. unknowing of the boy’s acknowledgment of you, you continued to admire from a far. loving the way his plump lips pouted naturally while reading, his circular silver glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of his god-shaped nose, how careful his eyes scanned through the pages and the way his fingers absentmindedly tapped on the table as a way to keep himself sane from the amount of studying he chooses to do willingly which appalled you. but once in a while, he’d give himself a break by sketching on his notebook causing all the lines on his forehead and the pout on his lips to disappear. this is your favorite part. seeing him find his peace in drawing made you feel the same sense of warmth and tranquility that you suppose he feels when creating art, completely unaware of a gryffindor staring him down — or so you thought. ignorance really is bliss, or else, you wouldn’t be so shameless right now.

renjun means to speak to you one day as his confusion progresses each time he sees you walk through the ginormous library doors and choose a spot where you both have clear views of one another. when you look away, pretending to read the book in your hands, renjun looks your way with furrowed eyebrows trying to figure out what exactly do you want from him. why you still manage to fail your classes despite spending many hours “studying.” yes, you can say that he observes you as well since your houses share a couple classes with each other. from his observations, he’s learned that you’re quite the helper. renjun wonders how you weren’t sorted in hufflepuff. perhaps, a hufflepuff isn’t bold enough to stare at a stranger in a nearly empty library for many consecutive weeks. though, a gryffindor should have the courage to at least speak a single word to that person, a simple ‘hello’ would be a nice place to start.

it took him some time to admit it, but he found pleasure in staring at you as well. his slytherin friends practically had to force it out of him once they kept noticing that his gaze was almost always set on you since his group sat in the back of your classes, it was easy to admire without being caught unlike your questionable tactics. renjun admires how you keep trying and trying to answer a question correctly even when your raised hand is being blatantly ignored by the professor after getting a handful of questions incorrect. and don’t even get him started when he catches a glimpse of you laughing with your peers, then he can’t keep his eyes of off you. there’s been countless nights of him unintentionally going on about you and your character to his peers relaxing in their ravenclaw common room. at this point, the whole house of ravenclaw has heard your name come out of his mouth at least once.

from your clear view, you notice how focused renjun is with his hands seeming to move themselves while his mind continued to run on you. renjun straightened his back after finishing the last few strokes on his sketch. a sketch of you sitting on top of a table identical to the one you seated at right now with your legs swinging and your red robe nearly hitting the floor, eyes crinkled as your smile that he loves to look at reached up to your ears. his first drawing of you, he was proud of it and was sure it wouldn’t be the last drawing of you he’ll make.

you were taken back when you had noticed renjun was already gathering his belongings. he usually goes back to reading after finishing a drawing, you recalled back to the mental schedule you created in your mind. wow you really are a creep. you thought. too caught up with being offended by your inner self insulting your actions, you were completely unaware of the boy dressed in blue standing next to you.

renjun gaped as he thought you were ignoring him. having enough, he finally spoke, “can i help you?”

freezing in your seat when you heard his smooth voice laced with confusion, refusing to face the boy since you are definitely not prepared for this moment. fixing your posture and clearing your throat, you mustered your left over confidence as you chose to not further embarrass yourself in front huang renjun.

completely changing your body language to a more laid back manner and facing the boy, trying not to evidently show your breath being taken away from seeing him up close. his left eyebrow raised with his lips pursed slightly, fingers fiddling with the books by his side. he looked even better close in front of you, you had previously thought that was impossible. but you were so wrong, making you slightly mad at how perfect he seemed to be.

“nope” popping your ‘p.’ “do you?”

renjun’s facial expressions relaxed slightly. “no, i don’t.”

“why’d you come here then?” you mentally cursed and slapped and pinched and kicked yourself for accidentally not sounding the friendliest, your nervousness acting for you. “you sure you don’t need my help?”

renjun was taken back from your tone, oblivious to your feelings. there’s the gryffindor. they always have to be boasting. renjun huffed at his thoughts. he had not expected your first talk to be like this. your tone lightly hit his pride, so he automatically had to retaliate, “you’re the one to talk. you have an explanation for not being able to keep your eyes off me?” renjun laughed mockingly but not at you, at himself for being such a hypocrite.

defeated, you couldn’t keep up your relaxed attitude, “i. . . i just. . .” the eye contact you both shared was so intense you couldn’t even think straight, and neither could he. “s-sorry for bothering you. i’ll. . . leave you alone.”

before you could stand up from the chair, renjun pulled out the one beside you and sat facing your body. he sighed, “i’m sorry too. that didn’t come out as intended. but i need to know if i’m being too hopeful or not?”

hopeful? you remind yourself to pinch yourself later in case this a dream or some sort of spell. you hoped that your friends didn’t do anything without telling you since they’ve been suggesting that you use a love potion to “make everything easier,” but you profusely refused their incredibly stupid proposition each time they had brought it up to discuss.

“do you need tutoring, is that why?” he continued. his arms sat on his knees.

each and every one of his words entered one ear and went out the other as you wondered on what he was feeling hopeful for. “hopeful?”

his lifted his elbows off his knees and placed them on the table slowly, looking as if he was thinking. “i just thought that maybe you had reasons other than academic ones for coming here when i do.” he spoke very, very slowly that it was torturing. “am i right?”

you hated every second of this for the awful awkward tension, but this is the moment that you’ve been daydreaming of for weeks. though, you were shocked at how renjun noticed you despite trying to be as sneaky as possible — but your friends and renjun would say otherwise. “if i say yes. . .” your eyes wondered around his figure seated in front of you.

“i would be correct then.” he finished the sentence for you, not baring to wait longer. he moved his head towards your gaze on the floor behind him to try and get your eyes to focus on him.

and when you did, you saw the sparkle and hint of joy in his eyes making you feel truly confident. “then yes.”

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it’s been nearly a month since your first interaction with one another, and renjun never misses a day of making fun of your past actions that you now admit were creepy. though after his friend, lee donghyuck, informed you in his own sneaky actions that you weren’t able to notice before, you have not let him live peacefully. renjun’s friend group was ecstatic when he told them about finally speaking to you and being with you. but renjun’s fully aware that they were more excited over the fact he can finally stop moping over not knowing how to approach you, achieving their peace since he can finally stop talking. though, he has a new topic to gush over — your relationship.

being together side by side and actually conversing with one another allowed renjun to see you in a deeper level, giving him more reasons to appreciate the special being that you are. he loved every second he spent with you. hearing you laugh at something that he had said or done makes renjun feel like he had reached the top of the highest mountain. holding your delicate hands while walking through the hallways made him feel like the most successful man on earth, and he proudly bragged over it. renjun loved how he felt so at ease and encouraged whenever he felt your presence around him. you don’t even need to be right by him to make him feel reassured. your presence alone was enough.

and you especially loved how he still chooses to love all those things despite your questionable actions in the past.

you loved being with him so much that you tolerate being in the library and actually reading beside him, or at least try to read. though, he has to hold your hand in order for you to fully commit yourself into studying with him. but both of you don’t complain.

you sat in a vacant table in the library, but this time, you sat next to the boy who you used to admire from a far. bouncing your leg out of boredom, “can we take a break?” you whispered in his ear.

renjun let out a small breathy laugh. “we just got here.” he whispered back, his gaze not leaving the thick book in front of you both.

your mouth slightly hanged open and you tightened your grip on his hand, “lies.” renjun squeezed your hand back playfully, still not looking at you. “please, jun, we’ve been here for an hour and you need to give yourself a break.”

silence.

you let go of his hand and puffed when he still didn’t spare a glance at you. defeated once again, you slid his notebook toward you and flipped through the pages, trying to entertain yourself by reading his notes. how fun.

widening your eyes in awe when you came across a page that showed a sketch of a person who looked exactly like you, with small hearts and tiny sparkles surrounding the figure sat on a table. your fingers lightly brushed the page, admiring how talented your boyfriend is.

“i drew that the day i came up to you.”

still strucked, you faced him and you were finally met with his beautiful eyes. “i think you need to update it. i look a bit different now.” you suggested with a smile that he cannot let down.

he hummed, “yeah, a tad bit huh?” you nodded eagerly which he laughed at. “i suppose i should work on it right now.” he reached for his notebook and flipped to an empty page, fixing his position so he can get a proper view of your face.

renjun did not hesitate to start drawing. he knew every detail of yours by heart, he honestly could draw a portrait of you relying solely on his memory. renjun has got every line, dot, and scar on your divine profile engraved in his mind since he thinks about you every second, literally. though, he still chooses to look up from his notebook to get a view of your face. not because he had forgotten a detail, but because he can’t refuse an opportunity to admire that face of yours. returning back to sketching with the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen on a person, with his pupils dilated. you definitely didn’t mind going to the library more often if you get to see renjun like this each time. you speak for both of you as renjun seems to be enjoying this moment just as much as you are. renjun’s hand that isn’t occupied reached for yours, with a grip that made it seemed like he’d never let go.

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loudstan · 4 years ago

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Epiphany

A collection of NCT werewolf AU stories.

Doyoung (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4) (pt. 5)

Summary: The wolf population kept decreasing and those who were left had a hard time trying to fit into society. Sure, people didn’t consider them as dangerous as vampires, but wolves could still sense some hostility every time they did as much as go for a walk in a public place. Thanks to wolves’ natural magical abilities, NCT (one of the remaining packs) found a safe place among witches in a town where no one knew their secret, allowing some members to finally get a job, study and interact with others without fear of being rejected.

Life seems to finally be peaceful for them… except that wolves have needs, and one of those needs is finding their mate.

Pairing: Werewolf! Doyoung x Witch! female reader

Warnings: The smut starts here!

You had found Doyoung attractive since day one and you had caught yourself eyeing him up at least once every class, but he was so intimidating that you never once thought about making a move. And you certainly never imagined him dragging you into the teacher’s restroom to confess he was imprinted on you and kiss you like that.

Doyoung’s lips were soft and delicate, just like his touch. His hands traveled gently from your hair, down your chest and to your abdomen, his fingers landing on the hem of your shirt and tapping lightly, not daring to go under it just yet.

The feeling of his lips against yours was heavenly, but a part of you had a hard time processing what was happening and you were not sure you were understanding the situation.

“W-wait-,” you tried to put some distance between your mouths only for him to whine desperately and chase after you again,nipping at your bottom lip so deliciously you let out a faint moan. He groaned appreciatively and bit harder while sucking on it, needing to hear that sound again.

You sighed into the kiss, the overwhelming amount of feelings clouding your mind when his tongue slipped into your mouth and massaged yours sensually. Slowly you let his warmth invade you and fought his tongue back for dominance and while Doyoung liked you finally being responsive, he didn’t appreciate you challenging his authority, so he kissed back aggressively,not sparing you a single breath.

It was when you sucked his tongue that he completely lost it.He grunted and grabbed your hips, pushing you up against the wall and slamming his hips against yours, both of you instantly moaning out loud in bliss. The two of you finally took a break from the kiss, your breath fanning each other’s mouths, panting. You felt lost, everything was a blur, and your were thoughts going wild with the need of either running away or pulling him closer.

Sensing your uncertainty, Doyoung licked the outline of your lip gently, “Come back,” he whispered, his fingertips drawing soothing circles on your hips.He already knew how overwhelming all this was for a werewolf, so he could imagine how confusing it was for a human.“Come back to me.”

You hesitantly opened your eyes to meet Doyoung’s intense gaze. “Breathe in,” he commanded hushedly and you complied, inhaling with difficulty, too aware of his proximity. “Good girl,” he added when your breathing became relatively steady.

Just when you thought you had regained some self control, you felt Doyoung’s pelvis delicately rubbing against yours.

“Oh!” you whimpered when you felt the outline of his already hard member chafing your center.“Oh god, yes...”

“I told you your body was responding to mine,” he purred, pressing himself against you and rotating his hips in a circular motion, slow but hard. “You’re so wet for me already.”

You let out a silent scream at how he slid against your clit and held onto the material of his shirt in desperation. You looked from the point where your hips met his and back to his face, to what was probably the most erotic thing you had ever seen: Doyoung’s hooded eyes had never stopped looking at your face, not wanting to miss any of your reactions, his eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting his lip almost painfully. This man was driving you insane without taking any clothes off.

“Do you know why it feels this good Y/N?” he grunted after thrusting against you sharply a few times, eliciting several moans from you. You shook your head, not trusting your voice, and he let out a chuckle before continuing, “Because you’re mine. That classmate of yours could never make you feel this good, could he?”

You were not even sure what he was asking at this point, you could only focus on how good he felt against you and how much better he would be inside of you.

“Could he?” he asked again, stopping his movements completely, to which you responded pulling at his shirt and accidentally scratching his neck, trying to bring him closer to you.

“No! No one could!” you yelled with tears about to escape your eyes, your hips moving on its own to create an image that had Doyoung mesmerized.

“Say you’re mine.” he demanded.

“Yes! I’m yours, I’m yours! Please-”

Needless to say more, he lifted you up against the wall and with your legs wrapped around his waist, he rammed his body against yours, grinding relentlessly, your moans mixing to a point where it was hard to know who was louder.

Blinded by desire, you moved your own hips wildly to meet his, one of your hands digging your fingernails into his back while the other pulled his hair roughly.

“Oooh baby, yes!” he hissed before pressing his lips against yours urgently. “Look at you, so perfect for me…” he panted between kisses, “You’re gonna take all of me next time, won’t you? Let me fuck you silly for days until the only thing that you can say with that pretty mouth of yours is my name.”

You nodded automatically, tears rolling down your face as you felt your climax approaching. “I’ll t-take anything…. oohhh” your eyes rolled back into your skull. “Anything you g-...give me!”

“I’ll give it to you so good Y/N”, he nipped at your jaw and kissed his way to your earlobe. “So fucking good…”

“Ah! yesyesyes-YES! DOYOUNG!” you squirmed in his arms, your release so close it was driving you insane. You had never experienced a build up like this before. “It’s too...too much- I’m gonna-”

“Yeah?” he hummed licking your neck, feeling his orgasm close too, “Is my mate going to cum?” he inhaled deeply and felt his eyes roll back in extasis. “You’re gonna cum so nice and hard, baby, I can taste it.”

He thrusted his pelvis brutally, at a speed that would have been impossible for a human, the exquisite friction taking you to the edge and just like that your release hit you so hard you only saw white as your body shook uncontrollably.

Doyoung’s eyes widened in shock and he gasped when he felt an electric pleasure invade him: that was your orgasm. He could feel it in his own body. Your bond was that powerful. He was in such a state of euphoria that he couldn’t process what happened next, he only registered the feeling of his own release with him mouthing the curve of your neck and another wave of pleasure that took over your body as you came again, your legs trembling around him.

Both of you slid down the wall and onto the floor, completely out of breath, the aftermath of your orgasms leaving a tingling sensation in your fingertips and your minds clouded.

“Holy shit…”

It wasn’t you who said it, but neither was Doyoung.You blinked a couple of times and looked at the man in front of you, who was looking back at you, equally confused. Then Doyoung turned to the side, where he had discharged his phone when he dragged you into the restroom.

“Fuck…” Doyoung muttered as he reached for his phone. “Johnny?”

“Yeah, hi…”someone’s muffled voice replied.

“What the hell?! Were you listening the entire time?” Doyoung had never been this embarrassed in his life.

“Dude, you messaged me saying you needed someone to go get you. Then I called and you picked up but started talking to someone else who turned out to be your mate and, well… we got curious.”

“WE?!”

“Listen, do you still need me to pick you up or nah? I mean, you said you needed to leave that place before you did something you’d regret but I don’t know if it’s too late for that…”

Something he would regret?

Doyoung stared at his phone and then at you, who still had not recovered from that mind-blowing experience, your limp body sitting on the floor, your face flushed and pretty and your eyes seemed to have a hard time focusing. That sight alone was enough to get him going again and he seriously considered it as he scanned your body until his eyes landed on your neck, which had a big purple and red mark on it.

His body was suddenly rigid and his face pale, remembering what he had done. He was so lost in lust and adoration that he had bitten you, claiming you,a girl who didn’t even fully understand the situation, as his mate... all this while dry humping you in the teachers’ restroom of all places.

“Doyoung?” Johnny was still waiting.

Doyoung stood up and took a step back, horrified. He had done something so crucial without even asking you if you wanted it. He took a last look at you: You were coming back to reality and your hand was pressing against the injury on your neck, giving him a puzzled look.

“Please come pick me up right now,” Doyoung whimpered at the phone before abandoning the restroom, leaving you alone and confused.

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not-delicious-milk · 4 years ago

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untangle

pairing | itadori yuuji x fushiguro megumi

content | fluff, light angst, humor. birthday fic for the birthday boy. yuuji has adhd and i will die on that hill

word count | 1.7k

form | oneshot

originally posted | 23 december 2020

author's note | yes i wrote this because i got back into knitting. i know i’m a day late for fushi’s birthday but shh. anyway itafushi brainrot

Itadori hyperfixates on knitting. Shenanigans ensue.

It started out innocent enough.

Gojou had decided to treat them to shopping in the city, something that excited Kugisaki and Itadori beyond reason. Fushiguro thought that those two would probably faint from excitement if their sensei ever indulged them in a trip to Roppongi, as he'd promised them so many months ago, even though he knew fully well it was little more than a tourist trap.

Then they passed by a fabric store, and Itadori had stopped cold in his tracks at the sight of the multicolored yarns in the window. Peeking over a teetering pile of bags and boxes he was holding for Kugisaki, Itadori drew so close to the window his breath misted up the glass.

"What is it, Itadori?" Kugisaki huffed. She turned around and barely suppressed a laugh when she saw him staring. "Are you a grandmother now? Come on, I still need to pick up new stockings."

"No, it's just—" Itadori glanced back at her, wide eyed. "You know, my grandfather taught me to knit once, when I was really little. I hadn't given it much thought since…" His sentence trailed off. "Anyway, it's getting colder now, right? Plus Christmas is coming up. Maybe I should pick it up again."

Fushiguro shrugged. "As long as you don't go crazy. Like that time with the stamps."

"Listen — those were limited edition stamps—"

"And the historical romance movies."

"How did you — come on, Pride and Prejudice is a classic—"

"And the bullet journals?"

"I didn't even get that many of those! Gojou-sensei was the one who recommended those to keep track of stuff."

"You had to empty one of your manga shelves just to store all the stationary you bought!"

"Okay, I get it!" Itadori held up one of his hands in a gesture of surrender, nearly dropping Kugisaki's things in the process. "In and out. All I want to do is look."

But that was not all he wanted to do. Itadori wanted to touch the yarn, and then he was ogling the seasonal colors, and then he was flipping through pattern books, and then he was discussing different wool blends with the lady working there, and then he was picking out bamboo circular knitting needles, and then he was ordering cones of yarn in different colors, and by the time they staggered out of the fabric store, Fushiguro was ready to collapse.

The way home was just as bad, if not worse. Itadori talked Gojou's ear off the whole time about different stitches he wanted to try and projects he was going to start. "Oh, by the way, Fushiguro!"

Fushiguro turned at the mention of his name. "What is it?"

"Would you prefer a scarf or a hat? I picked out this blue acrylic-wool blend to match your eyes, but I'm not sure which one you would prefer."

Fushiguro blinked at him. "A— a scarf, I guess."

Itadori gave him a thumbs up and then went right back to talking a mile a minute. Fushiguro wasn't sure if he should be paying attention or not. He glanced at Kugisaki, who was in a world of her own looking at the souvenirs and new accessories she had bought with Gojou's credit card.

Gojou himself seemed only mildly interested in what Itadori was saying. He seemed to be thinking of something else, but he did seem to be making an effort to show his student that he was listening.

Fushiguro sighed. He really was hopeless. "Itadori, tell me about the patterns you want to try."

Itadori turned to him, and Fushiguro let himself take in the radiant glow of his eyes for one selfish moment, before training his gaze on the floor of the train.

(Was it too much to ask for him to stop being so bright all the time?)

The excitement could barely keep its way out of Itadori's voice as he described the different ways to knit a sock, and Fushiguro smiled a little, careful not to let Gojou see it. He would never let him live it down.

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"Fushigurooooooooooooooo!"

He doesn't have to yell. The walls are so thin between our rooms anyway. "What?" he called back, a little quieter.

"I need your help! Come here!"

Fushiguro sighed and closed the book he'd been reading. It was a hefty tome on marine biology he'd picked up the week before. And in that week, Itadori had probably knit enough to clothe a small country.

Well, that was an exaggeration. But he really had been spending all his time working on some project or another, and Fushiguro was mentally counting down until his inevitable burnout.

He opened the door to Itadori's room and poked his head inside. "What— oh."

Itadori grinned sheepishly at him. He was in the middle of a pile of tangled yarn, probably partially tangled in it himself, seated on the floor. "Um, I could use another pair of hands."

Fushiguro sighed for as long as he could, feigning annoyance.

(He really didn't mind.)

"Thanks, man." Itadori wriggled his way out of his multicolored bonds and started picking at the strands. "I promise it's not as bad as it looks." What it looked was pretty bad.

"I just forgot to organize them when I was done with a color. I had just been putting them in a bin under my bed."

Really? Not a blender?

Fushiguro said nothing as he worked at a thick knot.

"Brat, do something about him."

His eyes went wide as Fushiguro whipped his head around to see a mouth formed on Itadori's cheek, speaking in a familiarly cold voice. "He's driving me insane."

Itadori slapped a hand over Sukuna's mouth automatically. "You were already insane," he muttered under his breath.

The mouth opened again on his hand. "All you think about are your projects. If I wanted to possess a grandmother, I would have done so. Brat, break his knitting needles, throw out his yarn, something. I know you find it irritating too."

Itadori pointedly ignored Sukuna's voice, but for a moment Fushiguro was sure he saw something flicker in his eyes — something like disappointment, or maybe regret. His smile seemed a little too tight, his gaze too fixed.

Ever since he had come back to life, Fushiguro had noticed that Itadori wasn't quite the same. He never wanted to talk about it, either, besides the few words they'd exchanged before the Goodwill Event.

But these days, something about Itadori Yuuji seemed a little unsure. He seemed harder, cracked around the edges like broken glass. He was smiling the same smile as ever, but something in his eyes told Fushiguro that he didn't mean it.

Fushiguro imagined that he was untangling Itadori. Maybe it was that he didn't trust him enough, wasn't close enough to him, didn't care as much about him as Fushiguro did him, but there was something twisted up inside Itadori that he didn't let anyone touch.

(He would never admit it, but Fushiguro wished that he could. Sort through the strands one by one, with care and with gentleness, until he was all smoothed out.)

"Itadori," Fushiguro said quietly.

"Huh?" By the time he turned around to meet his eyes, Itadori had already masked his brief slippage of control.

"I don't think it's irritating."

Itadori laughed a little. "No, it's okay. You don't have to feel bad, I know I'm going a little overboard…"

"I'm serious."

He fell silent and ran his fingers through his soft pink hair. Again, there it was — a flash of something between disappointment and regret. "I just… it feels nice to make stuff for other people, I guess." And there he went again. Always other people first.

(When would he realize other people worried about him too?)

Fushiguro didn't say anything else, but silently picked a piece of yarn off of Itadori's hoodie.

"Oh! That's right!" Itadori suddenly stood up and rummaged through his bag. "It's your birthday tomorrow, isn't it?"

It was. Fushiguro hadn't told anyone about it though — there wasn't much he hated more than other people fussing over him on his birthday. The attention, the coddling praise, the presents… all of it was too much.

Who could have—

The winking face of his sensei flashed across his mind. Of course.

"Here you go, before I forget to give it to you." Itadori handed him a folded blue scarf. "It's your birthday present!"

Fushiguro took the scarf gingerly. It seemed to tingle in his hands, and he could almost feel the attention and time that Itadori had put into it. It had a complicated-looking cable pattern that must have taken him forever.

"Do you— do you like it?"

He glanced up at Itadori, whose usually sunny face was clouded over with insecurity. Ah, I must have made a face by accident.

Fushiguro answered by putting the scarf on. It even smelled like him. If he breathed in deeply, he could smell Itadori's fabric softener and the scent of the outdoors that always seemed to cling to him — wood and soft grass and—

Stop smelling the scarf.

"I like it," he managed. He couldn't make eye contact with Itadori — if he did, he was afraid his careful mask of casual indifference might break and reveal something much more embarrassing.

"You do? Oh, that's good." Somehow Itadori didn't sound very convinced.

Fushiguro risked looking into his eyes. "I really love this," he stated firmly. "Honestly, I'm glad you decided to start knitting again." He paused a moment before going a step further, grasping at the tangled strands around him and within the boy who stood before him. "I think your grandfather would be really proud of you."

Itadori blinked in surprise. "Oh." A wide grin spread across his face. "Well, I'm glad you like it!"

Fushiguro gestured hopelessly to the mountain of tangled yarn.

"Ah, right."

An easy silence fell as they untangled the rest of the yarn. The warmth of the scarf around Fushiguro's neck was grounding, and reminded him of the warmth of the boy next to him.

Itadori scooted closer to him and rested his head on Fushiguro's shoulder, surprising him. Neither of them said a word as they picked at knots of yarn.

"Thank you," muttered Itadori under his breath.

Maybe birthdays weren't so bad after all.

#birthday boyyyy #slight spoilers for events just after the current anime canon #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #itadori x fushiguro #itadori yuuji #itadori yuji #fushiguro megumi

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zealtech98 · 1 year ago

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Tips for Buying a Quality Circular Saw Machine

Table of Content:

What Is Circular Saws Machine?

Benefits of Circular Saw Machine

Types of Circular Blades

Tips to Buy the Right Circular Saw for Your Job

Conclusion

What Are The Circular Saws?

Circular saws are power tools that use a toothed or abrasive disc or blade to cut various materials, including wood, metal, and plastic. They are versatile and can be used for a wide range of applications, from cutting lumber for construction to trimming metal pipes for plumbing.

Circular saws come in different types, including handheld and stationary models. Handheld circular saws are compact and portable, making them ideal for cutting materials on job sites or in tight spaces. Stationary circular saws, on the other hand, are larger and more powerful, and are designed for heavy-duty cutting tasks in workshops or factories.

Circular saw Machines are an essential tool in many industries, including construction, woodworking, metalworking, and manufacturing.

Learning how to use a circular saw machine and understanding its capabilities can be a valuable skill for anyone looking to pursue a career in these fields.

Zeal Tech Automation is a well-known Circular Saw Machine Manufacturer in India. When using circular saws, it is important to follow proper safety guidelines, such as wearing eye and ear protection, keeping the blade guard in place, and securing the material being cut. With proper use and maintenance, circular saws can be a valuable tool for any DIY enthusiast or professional contractor

Benefits Of Circular Saw Machines:

1. Accurate Cuts:

Circular saw machines are known for their precision and accuracy in making straight cuts. They are designed to deliver smooth and clean cuts, making them ideal for various types of cutting tasks.

Zeal Tech Automation is a leading Circular Saw Machine Manufacturer In Pune, India. The company offers a wide range of high-quality circular saw machines that are designed for various industrial applications.

2. Versatility:

Circular saw machines are versatile, as they can be used to cut various types of materials such as wood, metal, plastic, and more. This makes them an essential tool for professionals and DIY enthusiasts alike.

3. Speed:

Circular saw machines are designed to cut at high speeds, making them ideal for projects that require quick and efficient cutting. They are also equipped with powerful motors that allow them to handle tough materials with ease.

4. Portability:

Circular saw machines are lightweight and portable, making them ideal for on-site jobs or projects that require moving the saw from one location to another. This feature makes them a popular choice for contractors and construction workers.

5. Safety:

Circular saw machines are designed with safety features such as blade guards, anti-kickback mechanisms, and safety switches, which help to prevent accidents and injuries during use.

6. Cost-effective:

Circular saw machines are relatively affordable compared to other types of saws, making them an excellent investment for those on a budget.

7. Easy to Use:

Circular saw machines are easy to use, even for beginners.

Types of Circular Blades

Circular blades are cutting tools that have a circular shape. They are used in a variety of industries, from woodworking to metalworking, and even in the food industry. There are different types of circular blades, each designed for specific purposes.

1. Rip Blades

Rip blades are used for cutting along the grain of the wood. They have fewer teeth than other circular blades, which makes them more efficient at removing material. Rip blades are ideal for cutting boards, planks, and other large pieces of wood.

2. Crosscut Blades

Crosscut blades are used for cutting across the grain of the wood. They have more teeth than rip blades, which make them more precise. Crosscut blades are ideal for cutting smaller pieces of wood, such as trim and mouldings.

3. Combination Blades

Combination blades are designed to be versatile. They have alternating teeth that can be used for both ripping and crosscutting. Combination blades are ideal for woodworkers who need to switch between ripping and crosscutting frequently.

4. Plywood Blades

Plywood blades are designed to cut through plywood and other composite materials. They have a high tooth count and are designed to produce clean cuts without splintering the material.

5. Dado Blades

This type of blade is used for cutting a groove in wood. These blades have two outer blades and multiple inner blades that can be adjusted to cut different widths of grooves. Dado blades are available in different sizes, and the size of the blade depends on the width of the groove being cut.

TIPS TO BUY THE RIGHT CIRCULAR SAW FOR YOUR JOB

A circular saw is an essential tool in any workshop, whether you are a professional woodworker or a DIY enthusiast. It is a versatile tool that can cut through different materials, including wood, metal, and plastic, with ease. However, not all circular saws are created equal, and choosing the right one for your job can be a daunting task. In this article, we will share some Tips for Buying a Quality Circular Saw Machine for your job.

1. Consider the Type of Blade

The type of blade you choose will depend on the material you intend to cut. There are different types of blades, including those for cutting wood, metal, and masonry. If you plan to cut wood, then a carbide-tipped blade is ideal. For metal cutting, a blade with fewer teeth is better, while a diamond blade is suitable for masonry and concrete cutting. A High-Quality Saw Made by Experienced Manufacturers at Zeal Tech Automation.

2. Blade Size

The size of the blade you choose will depend on the depth of the cut you need to make. A larger blade will cut deeper, and a smaller blade will cut shallower. Most circular saws come with a blade size of between 5-1/2 to 7-1/4 inches. If you plan to cut thicker materials, then a larger blade is ideal.

3. Power

The power of the circular saw is measured in amps or volts higher amps also mean the saw will consume more electricity and generate more heat, which can lead to faster wear and tear and potentially overheat the motor. If you plan to cut through thick materials, then a saw with a higher power rating is ideal. However, keep in mind that a more powerful saw will be heavier and may be more challenging to handle.

4. Corded or Cordless

Circular saws come in two types: corded and cordless. Corded saws are more powerful and are ideal for heavy-duty cutting jobs. They are also more reliable since they do not rely on batteries. Cordless saws, on the other hand, are more portable and are ideal for small cutting jobs. They are also safer since they do not have a power cord that can get in the way.

5. Ergonomics

The ergonomics of the saw are essential, especially if you plan to use it for extended periods. Look for a saw with a comfortable grip that is easy to hold. The weight of the saw is also crucial, and you should choose one that is easy to handle.

6. Safety Features

It is important to follow all safety guidelines and precautions when using power tools to prevent accidents and injuries. Look for a circular saw with safety features such as a blade guard that covers the blade when not in use. The saw should also have a safety switch that prevents accidental start-up.

7. Brand Reputation

The brand reputation is also an essential factor to consider when buying a circular saw. Look for a reputable brand that has a track record of producing high-quality tools. Read reviews from other users to get an idea of the saw’s performance and reliability.

Conclusion

If you are looking to buy a circular saw machine, there are several factors that you should consider, including the type of material you will be cutting, the size of the blade, and the power of the motor.

Zeal Tech circular saw machines are known for the high-quality construction and reliability.

Zeal Tech automation offers a range of models to choose from, each designed for specific applications. By selecting the right Zeal Tech circular saw machine for your job, you can ensure that you get the best results possible.

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imma-fan · 4 years ago

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Tough S/O is Crying // GOT7 Reaction

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Mark didn’t know how to react when he got home a bit earlier than expected to see you curled up on the couch crying. He approached you slowly since you hadn’t noticed his presence before kneeling down beside the couch, “(Y/N)...” Mark would say softly, his hand going to your back and gently rubbing circles on it, “Want to talk about it?” He would ask as you attempted and failed to pull yourself together, you would stay silent, you hated people seeing you cry. Mark would continue his circular motions on your back and think to himself, he’s only seen you cry a couple other times and even then it was just a few streaks down your face. He looked around, understanding you weren’t going to look his way, he stood up and turned all the lights off before shrugging his jacket off and squeezing himself on the couch, spooning you comfortingly as you sniffled. “We don’t have to talk right now...”

Jaebeom stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you leaning against the front door, your makeup messy and running down your face along with your tears. He’d have to collect himself first, swallowing down before going over to you. “Why are you crying? Tell me.” He’d speak softly, stepping closer and holding your hand. His actions just made you cry even more, you were just so built up you didn’t know what else to do but cry. “Oh no no no...” His face would show instant worry, this was such a new sight and he had no idea how to handle it. After some time of trying to get you to calm down enough to talk, he would kneel you both down right there by the door, Jaebeom kneeled in front of you, holding your hands in his, “Let it out,” he pushed some hair behind your ear “your body will explode trying to keep everything in...”

Jackson has such a busy schedule so, both of you value communication and understanding in your relationship. He was sleeping after a long flight before he woke up to find you sitting on the floor in the living room, curled up in a blanket quietly crying to yourself. Jackson’s fatigue left him once he fully understood what was going on and he didn’t hesitate to rush over to you, getting on the floor beside you “What’s upsetting my girl?” He asked gently, knowing you liked when he called you that, any other time you’d break into a smile but you were just so upset you couldn’t even muster up the courage to try and stop crying. “You know, (Y/N), no matter how busy I am I will always be here for you to talk to.” He spoke as he held you in his arms tightly. “And no matter how tough you are, you are still human. You need to stop being so hardheaded sometimes.” A small smile played on his lips, teasing you gently, Jackson wasn’t going to let either of you sleep until you told him everything.

Jinyoung is very good at speaking and communicating whether it’s within your relationship or outside of it. When something is bothering him or upsetting him he vents to you and you two talk about it and that’s it. You, on the other hand, find that difficult to do with him since he is always so busy and focused. Jinyoung wasn’t shocked at all when he heard your small sobs coming from the bathroom, he knew with everything going on you’d have to let it out eventually. He waited patiently for you to come out. Once you walked out with your puffy eyes and stuffed nose you were met by Jinyoung holding a mug out for you. He’d smile sweetly and gesture for you two to go sit on the bed, he knew it was hard for you to speak about your difficulties but, he was an expert in making you feel cared about.

Youngjae also tries to keep his troubles and burdens to himself most of the time, but you were usually the rock that kept him sane. When Youngjae came home and you greeted him with bloodshot puffy eyes, he was immediately in panic mode. He didn’t know if it was the fact that you had obviously been crying or, the fact that you were attempting to carry on about the day as tears fell down your face. Youngjae greeted you back cautiously as he thought to himself “Baby, are you doing anything important?” He asked and you shook your head as you tidied random things up, Youngjae asked to nap with you and you agreed. As soon as you two laid down his arms wrapped around you gently, “Let’s talk when we wake up.” He’s speak gently before kissing your cheek, he may not be familiar with your tears, but he’s familiar with what makes you feel better.

Bambam would be extremely lost as to what to do when he found you crying. You had been crying off and on for hours and since Bam wasn’t even supposed to be in the country, you weren’t worried as you just let it all out on the couch surrounded by the feline family you and Bambam had created. He walked in and noticed you before you noticed him and his smile automatically faded into a frown as he understood what was going on. Bambam took the small gift he had gotten you from out of his carry on and carefully walked over to you, making himself known. As soon as you laid eyes on your smiling boyfriend you attempted to wipe your tears away, not wanting him to see you like this. He reassured you lovingly and as best he could “Sometimes you just have to let it all out.” He smiled warmly “Let it go-oo” he attempted to lighten the mood with his purposefully out of tune voice. Although his tactics did not work, you always appreciated his efforts.

Yugyeom always found you really admirable and cool even before you two started dating so, when he saw you crying for the very first time it was like a shock to his system. You were laying in bed, crying your eyes out because there was nothing more you felt like you could do when he walked in from a studio session. He paused for a second and that just made you cry even harder because now neither of you knew what to do, after some buffering Yugyeom approached you and sat on the bed beside you. He placed a gentle hand on your side and chuckled out of discomfort “I really don’t know what to do...uh...” before he could finish you pulled him to you and he got the hint and didn’t waste another second cuddling up to you “I know you don’t like talking about upsetting things...” he sighed “But, I really want to help.” He’d speak sweetly as he held you close.

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miracleonice87 · 4 years ago

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Full of Surprises

a Matthew Tkachuk one-shot

a/n: I rewatched the Tkachuk family Spittin Chiclets interview this morning from the All-Star game in St. Louis and it got me in my Matty feelings. Here’s a proposal story full of fun surprises. Enjoy!

warnings: just swearing — otherwise, total and complete fluff

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“Do they know?” I whispered, one arm entwined with one of Matthew’s as both of us stared at the glimmering ring on my left hand.

“Does who know?” Matthew asked in a matching whisper, ducking his head in front of my face. I knew just what he was after — I placed a kiss on the top part of his ear, his favorite, and allowed my tongue to dart out just slightly, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Does your family know?” I clarified as he sat up straight, smirking at me.

We were flying first class, headed to the Tkachuks’ summer home in Cape Cod. I knew that his parents and both of his siblings would be there, but had no concept of how many of them, if any, knew of the engagement that had begun only about eight hours beforehand, on the beach in Bimini.

What I had seen simply as a much-needed getaway from Matthew’s rigid summer workout schedule and from my own bustling days as a graphic designer had quickly turned into the official start of a lifetime together, complete with a Bahamian backdrop.

Matthew shook his head. “No, they have no idea,” he informed me as he pressed a kiss to my temple. I nuzzled my head against his bicep and let my eyes flutter closed, partially in bliss and partially because Matthew and I had gotten maybe two hours of sleep total since the moment he proposed, what with all the celebrating the two of us had done in our hotel room.

I was suddenly so anxious to share our news with our loved ones, starting with Matthew’s family. I smiled at the thought of rehashing the story for any and all who wanted to hear it.

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“Matty...” I whispered, tears swiftly filling my eyes and an enormous lump sneaking into my throat.

Matthew had suggested a walk on the beach following our final dinner at the Bimini resort, where we had we spent the evening holding hands over a candlelit table on a private balcony of one of the resort’s fabulous restaurants. After we finished our seafood dinner entrees, he had fed me my half of a delectable piece of chocolate cake as we laughed together behind glasses of red wine.

Little did I know that the sweetest treat was about to come.

Here he was, kneeling in the sand before me, holding a black velvet box, propped open to display the most gorgeous oval-cut diamond ring I’d ever laid eyes on.

“Matty,” I repeated, this time aloud, as I found my voice again. I took a cautious step toward him and wrapped my hands around his outstretched wrist.

“Taylor... baby?” Matthew prompted, his voice strained, shaky. I suddenly realized that the man in front of me had just poured out his soul to me — promising forever, promising a home together, promising a shared legacy of love, joy, and children. And I had yet to give him the answer he was seeking, or any answer at all. His question hung in the ocean air — time stood still.

“Yes! Oh, yes, Matty, yes! Of course!” I choked out, both of us suddenly overcome with nervous and relieved giggles. He sprung to his feet to kiss me, taking my face in his hands and giving me a firm, lingering kiss.

“Can I put the ring on you now?” Matthew asked when he finally pried his lips away from mine. It was then that reality hit and the tears started to flow.

“Yes! Yes, baby.” I held out a shaking left hand to him, which he stroked with his thumb and kissed sweetly before pulling the ring from the box and slipping it onto my finger.

“Oh, my god, it fits perfectly! It’s so beautiful, Matthew!” I exclaimed, gasping at how truly remarkable it looked on my hand. I had imagined what this moment would be like for so many years, ever since I was a young girl with blue glasses in Mrs. Kingsley’s first grade class at McKinley Elementary, watching Matthew play tag from across the playground. The gravity of this moment overwhelmed me and exceeded my every long-held expectation.

The tears continued as I held my hand up to Matthew, showing off my newest accessory. He grinned widely.

“Stay right there, baby,” he instructed, fumbling for his phone in his shorts pocket. “I wanna remember this.” He eventually retrieved the device from his pocket and snapped a quick photo of the momentous occasion before putting his phone away once more. He pulled me in close, our chests flush against each other, hearts racing, and we shared dozens more kisses and laughs there on the shore, both realizing that our forever started tonight.

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“Are you happy?” Matthew whispered. My eyes opened and I turned my face up toward his.

“Am I happy?” I asked with an incredulous scoff. “Baby, I’m the happiest,” I reassured. “You make me the happiest.” I sat up further in my plane seat and kissed his cheek, and he smiled down lazily at me. “Good. That’s all that matters to me,” he said.

“Are you happy?” I countered.

He waited a beat, looking deeply into my hazel eyes. “The happiest. The luckiest,” he whispered, stroking my chin with his thumb. I kissed the digit as we stared at each other in content, peaceful silence.

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An hour later, our flight landed at Boston Logan Airport. Matthew picked up our suitcases from baggage claim, and we were off to join the Tkachuks at the Cape.

I placed my aviators on my nose as I walked through the automatic doors at the airport’s exit, my newly dubbed fiancé just a step behind me.

“Where’s the car?” I asked over my shoulder, knowing that Matt had arranged for his usual car service to pick us up and haul us to the vacation home.

“Oh, uh... right there.” Matthew threw his head casually in the direction of a black stretch limousine further down the pickup lane. My jaw went slack.

“Matty...” I whispered, peering at him over my sunglasses. “You never get a limo!” He threw his head back in an easy laugh. “Well, I never get engaged, either! Until now,” he remarked. He kissed my cheek and patted my ass lightly with the closed hand that also held his duffle.

“Now, come on, my bride-to-be,” he encouraged. “We’ve got places to be.” I shook my head in disbelief as he sauntered toward the limousine.

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Just over an hour later, Matthew and I were pulling into the driveway of the beautiful summer home his family had owned for years. My heart flooded with anticipation. I could not wait for us both to go bounding into the house with our big announcement and be surrounded by loved ones.

“Should I wear my ring? Or should I try and hide it somehow?” I asked quickly, turning toward Matthew as I finished applying some lip gloss, the last step of freshening up my appearance after a long flight.

“You can do whatever you wanna do, babe,” he said, leaning forward and insisting on kissing my freshly-glossed pout. He licked his lips immediately and moaned. “Mmm, peppermint,” he said in a low voice. I chuckled and placed a hand against his cheek, knowing we were sure to celebrate the occasion alone many more times throughout tonight, hopefully after some rest.

“I’m just gonna wear it,” I told him. A grin spread wide across my face as I added, “I’m not gonna be able to keep the news in for long anyway.” Matthew smiled brightly. “Me either, T. Me either,” he told me, kissing my left hand as he had countless times already.

I drew a deep breath and smoothed my fingers over the fabric of my white sundress as the car pulled to a stop in the circular drive in front of the house. It was only when I looked out the window that I noticed all the cars parked alongside the perimeter that I had apparently been too busy to see while primping.

“Matty... what are all of these cars doing here? Who’s here?” I asked softly, frozen, eyes wide. Matthew’s smirk overtook one side of his face.

“Why don’t you go see, babe?” he prompted. I opened my mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to do, or say, or even think.

“Okay,” I finally whispered, taking the hand he had offered me as we moved out of our seats, leaving our belongings behind.

Hand in hand, we walked into the breezeway and through the side door of the house. It was... empty?

I looked up at Matthew, about to ask again why there were so many vehicles in the drive, when a familiar voice called out to us from the back porch.

“Out here!” Chantal...

Matthew was now openly beaming at me, ornery chuckles racking his chest as he gently guided my rigid form to the back sliding glass door. One glance outside stole my breath.

All of his family, all of my family, and dozens of our friends and his teammates stood together in the yard, crowded around tables decked in white, with bundles of silver and white balloons tied together with gold tulle scattered across the lawn. Among the balloon bunches were giant helium-filled diamond rings, and a banner reading “Congratulations, Matthew and Taylor!” was draped across the front of the cabana by the pool.

From where I stood just inside the door, I saw all four of the Tkachuks, my parents, my brother Sean, and my sister Erin huddled together on the deck, the other guests in the yard below starting to cheer as Matthew tenderly pulled me outside. “Come on, babe,” he coaxed with a smile. “There are some people here to see you.”

Tears stung my eyes as I finally stepped outside, clutching Matthew’s hand tightly, fully relying on him to support me and hold me up, both physically and emotionally, just as he always had.

My mom stepped forward from the group first, cupping my face in her hands, tears falling freely onto our cheeks.

“Mommy... you knew!” I said breathlessly. My dad came toward me next, eyes damp, kissing the top of my head. “You all knew!” I exclaimed, loudly enough that many of our other guests several yards away started laughing.

“We knew, sweetheart. Your wonderful fiancé has had all of this planned for quite some time!” my mother explained, pulling away from a tight hug.

“I can’t believe you came all the way from St. Louis!” I told my parents. With a squeeze of my hand, my dad said, “Of course we did. We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I threw my arms around them once more, then turned to Keith and Chantal, the sight of them causing me to cry harder.

“Oh, honey! Don’t cry! We’re so happy for you guys,” Keith told me, pulling me close for a hug and kiss on the cheek, his chest vibrating with laughter, as Chantal put her arms around both of us. “So happy, Taylor,” she said, her voice tight as tears escaped her.

Matthew came toward us, having already been greeted warmly by his parents and siblings, and rubbed my back soothingly, his siblings in tow. “I would say welcome to the family, but you’ve already been part of the family for years now, so congratulations, T!” Brady mused, ducking past his brother to wrap me in a suffocating hug, lifting me slightly off the ground.

“Don’t break my sister!” Taryn warned, swiping under her damp eyes. The three of us laughed together, Brady slinging an arm around my shoulder while Taryn enveloped me warmly, sobs shuddering our shoulders. “You’re marrying my stupid brother! What the hell,” she laughed. I pulled back and looked at her with a giddy chuckle. “What the hell!” I echoed emphatically.

Matthew laughed along as he pulled away from hugging both my siblings, who then stepped forward to greet me, Erin squealing as the three of us jumped up and down a few times, arms circling one another. Matthew put his arms around my waist after Erin and Sean each hugged me and kissed my face, rushed words of congratulations and disbelief flying from their lips, as if they’d been holding them in for ages. I leaned back against Matthew’s chest for a moment before turning in his grasp.

“They all knew,” I said in awe. “Everybody knew!” Matthew nodded, carefully swiping his thumb under my eyes so as not to completely wreck my makeup. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to tell them yourself, but I just wanted everyone to be here with us to celebrate,” he said.

“Matty, don’t you dare apologize! The last twelve hours have made me so goddamn happy — I can’t even explain it,” I told him, gripping his white button-down at his waistline as I kissed him firmly, his insistence about the two of us wearing similar outfits for the flight home finally making sense.

“Me too, Taylor. Honestly. I just wanna spend the rest of my days making you as happy as I possibly can,” he told me, his blue eyes sparkling from a few happy tears.

I could not believe that my strong, stubborn, sassy fiancé was crying again for the second time in less than one full day. I kissed the tip of his nose and tucked some of his hair behind his ear.

“You are just full of surprises, Matthew Tkachuk,” I told him, slinging my arms around his neck.

He angled his face closer, stopping just short of pressing his lips on mine.

“You sure you’re ready for a lifetime of me, future Mrs. Tkachuk?” he asked. My heart soared. He guided my hips to sway back and forth gently, the sort of natural, comfortable, everyday dance I was fully prepared to enjoy for the rest of time.

“Hell yeah,” I mumbled against his lips, joyful tears springing to my eyes once more, as our mouths finally met.

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admiralrazorbeard · 3 years ago

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Robo-Pirate Anatomy: Admiral Razorbeard

X-ray Shot

Mechanical Hands

Info:

"Fully replaceable. Can also be removed temporarily for cleaning or other such things. Reattachment to arm occurs via natural bodily-magnetism. Automatic magnetism function allows palms and fingertips to stick to other metal surfaces. ("Automatic" in robo-pirate speak basically means various technological and mechanical functions on the body are triggered by willpower alone. We accomplish this using the energy generated by our energy cores. This energy is constantly running through our bodies. It's what keeps us alive.) Made of highly-durable metal. Water proof. Fireproof. Can withstand extreme temperatures well."

"For me personally, when I so choose, I can flatten both of my hands to create blades. It serves me well in battle if my sword fails me. I can also spin my torso 360° at high speeds while my hands are flattened to create a circular saw-blade motion. Given the length of my arms when extended fully on each side, I could easily run through a crowd of...hm, let's say humans, and amputate their legs clear through. Bone and all. My hand blades can also cut through wood, other tough metals such as steel, and stone brick (though the latter dulls them quite a bit.)"

×ARB

(Art Created 8/22/2019)

#Razorbeard #Admiral Razorbeard #anatomy #art reference #info and theories

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as-enterprises · 2 years ago

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Unlocking the Potential of Circular Foam Cutting Machines

Ever since foam has dominated a larger part of comfort in our lives, it is not possible to ignore its presence everywhere around us. Right down to the car seats we sit on or end a hard day relaxing on a comfortable mattress, foam is everywhere.

But how does it shape, compress, or cut to feature exemplary designs we enjoy in our everyday lives?

At the centre of the foam industry lies the machines that make it possible to craft the foam in an exemplary way we witness and use them.

A S Entterprises is a pioneer manufacturer of PU foam cutting and processing machines, representing India internationally with its ASE technology, timely delivery, and post-sale services.

Why are ASE machines reliable in foam cutting?

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Shaping the Comfort, Fully Intuitive and Innovative

When it comes to achieving a precise shape, ASE has specialised and diverse machines for delivering reliable output for all conceivable applications. One such product is the circular PU foam cutting machine or CCM, which enables cutting PU blocks into the desired thickness. Unlike other PU foam cutters, ASE CCM features a circular pedestal for ease of placing, cutting, and shaping a PU foam block. Regardless of the machine you opt for, excellent cutting quality is the standard at A.S. Entterprises.

What are Circular Cutting Machines?

ASE brings out a revolutionary machine that not only makes foam cutting precise and easy but also increases optimum output. Equipped with a large rotary platform, the CCM PU foam cutter has an AC motor that moves the platform at the preferred speed, making it easy to cut the foam blocks continuously. With a thickness of up to 200 mm and a minimum of as low as 1.5 mm, this foam cutter is highly optimised to create precise foam sheets or mattresses.

Benefits of the ASE’s CCM Machine

Rotary Platform: Makes it easy to load, cut, and unload PU foam blocks. This helps optimise production to produce higher output.

Fully Automatic: A technically-competent answer to all foam-cutting applications.

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Variable Speed: Features different speed settings through technically advanced design of our machines & motors that helps increase production.

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Source URL:

https://www.as-enterprises.com/blog/unlocking-the-potential-of-circular-cutting-machines/

#Circular Foam Cutting Machines

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wonwhomps · 4 years ago

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freshly brewed coffee

Pairings: Taeyong x Reader (fem.)

Genre: smut

Summary: Daydreaming about your crush, Jung Jaehyun, when your secretary aka best fwb is around might be a bad idea.

Words: 1.3k

Warning/s: just pwp yeah...

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee that was placed on your mahogany office desk brought you back to your senses from another nasty dream with your crush, Jung Jaehyun. You weren't out of the calendar yet, that's why you think having a crush is still fine. You cupped your cheeks and silently screamed—you could still remember the daydream vividly. You inhaled then glanced down at the source of the irresistible smell—still cupping your cheeks—there placed a mug with a yellow post-it note attached to it. Tilting your head a little before silently reading the note written, you felt your cheeks burn from what you just have read. You immediately pressed your thighs together and used both of your hands to fan yourself. You slowly stood up from your seat to be able to see from the vinyl film covering half of your windows and eyed the workers outside your office. Your secretary seemed to notice you searching for someone, that's why you heard a knock on your frosted door which you immediately diverted your attention to.

"Are you looking for someone, Miss Y/L/N?" your secretary asked, leaving your door ajar because of his half body resting on the frame. You didn't need to look closely to find a forming smirk on your secretary's lips when he saw you holding the coffee mug he placed a moment ago. You slowly lifted the mug on your lips and sipped a little of coffee—not breaking the exchange of stares from the both of you—trying to make it as seductive as possible. He started it so might as well play with him, you thought. You saw him enter the room and closed the door behind him before loosening his tie a little. Another sinful sight to see from your long-time secretary.

"What do you think you're doing right now, Y/N?" you didn't miss the tone of his voice—commanding and very intimidating—and you reminded yourself not to show any signs of submissiveness...which you might have regret later on.

"Oh, so are we on the first name basis right now inside my office, Taeyong?" you said alluringly while placing down the mug before slowly making your way in front of your table to lean back your hips with both of your hands gripping the edge of it for support. You didn't want to show it, but you were panicking inside when you saw how he strode confidently towards you before caging you in his arms. Your legs suddenly felt weak when you noticed how close your bodies were. No one dared say anything. It was just silent communication through the dark exchange of looks and the sounds coming from heavy breaths. Until a sudden shriek had escaped your mouth when Taeyong parted your legs with his thigh resting dangerously near your core which made your grip on the table even tighter and you swear, he was really enjoying this little game you're playing. Wearing a skirt with just panties underneath isn't helping you in this situation because you could feel it getting damped from this dangerous act. You felt his right hand leave your side only to feel it slowly creeping its way down your skirt, hoisting it slightly. The warmth of his hand stimulates your thirst even more.

You looked directly into his piercing eyes, challenging him to do the obvious. A silent moan had escaped your mouth when he slowly traced circles on your clothed core underneath your skirt. His face wasn't even showing any emotions just lust. Pure lust. You felt different kinds of tickles down to your spine from just him making circular motions down there and you swear you could come at that moment, but he quickly removed his hand, which immediately made you feel alone, and slowly leaned his head towards your face. You rolled your eyes, clearly showing him that you're annoyed with the fact that he successfully teased you down there. A smirk is showing on his face before whispering to your ears in which you didn't fully understand because you were under the spell of the feeling of his lips touching your ears.

"W-what?" Once again, a moan had escaped your mouth when you felt him tugging your earlobe gently. His thigh slowly moving back and forth between your legs. When you're turned on by his dirty and lustful move, you quickly place your right hand on his shoulders for steady support while he's leaving sloppy kisses all the way down to your neck and you automatically tilted your head to give him enough space.

"I said I didn't lock your doors," he mumbled in between his kisses, feeling how his teeth were tracing your neck—almost leaving a mark on it. "You wouldn't want to let your workers know how much of a slut you are, don't you?" you tried to clench your thighs, but his right hand once again stopped you and gently rubs your inner thighs. "Hmm..." He stopped kissing your neck when he heard you moan out of pleasure. He looked directly into your eyes and there he saw how much you wanted to be laid right here at this moment. You're starting to surrender and admit defeat, but he pulled away from you and flashed you a sly smirk before saying something.

"You're so wet down there, but I can't help you with that right now." You gave him a questioning look while trying to calm your nerves down and arranging your skirt back to normal.

"Why, Taeyong?"

He also arranged his tie before looking back at you. "You said we couldn't fuck inside your office, don't you remember?" he said with a smirk on his face.

You internally screamed when you forgot about that rule you made. You made yourself look like a complete whore in front of him when you desperately moaned earlier and how you're dripping wet just from his touch.

"If you didn't insist on having that rule, I would've bent you over this table of yours and fucked you right now. Hard." you tensed at how serious he sounded when he said those words. "I should get going now, we'll get suspicious if I try to make your cunt wet even more and I might forget that you're my boss," he said—still wearing that annoying smirk. You rolled your eyes and went back to your seat. You just eyed him while he's on his way to your door. You yelled at him when he's about to leave.

"Fuck you!"

He gave you one last glance and you cussed silently when you felt your core pool once again and a large amount of pleasure was sent from your sex drive as you reminisced his dirty whispers earlier and heard him say the filthiest words you have heard for today.

"I would definitely fuck you deep, baby." he proudly said with a wink before turning the knob and completely leaving you alone inside your office breathing heavily because of the sudden desire to be fucked by your secretary—your best friend.

Peeling off the post-it note attached to your favorite mug, you crumpled it and tossed it in your trash bin before resting your head on your table and guided your hand underneath your skirt to finish what was started earlier. Filthy words had escaped your mouth as you parted your panties on the side and stuck two fingers inside you, slowly thrusting in and out. You were breathing heavily as you caught your high and a moan of satisfaction left your mouth when you felt your release. You paused for a moment before quickly grabbing tissues to clean yourself. You then arranged your panties and applied tons of alcohol on your hands when you heard your phone rang and flashed a newly sent message on its screen.

'Stop drooling over your fantasies with that guy, I'm way better than him when it comes to bed. You know that. ;)'

#nct smut #taeyong x reader #taeyong smut #taeyong imagine #taeyong scenario #nct 127 smut #nct #nct 127 #nct x reader #taeyong au #nct scenarios #nct oneshot #nct au #lee taeyong smut #taeyong fanfic #nct fanfic #nct 127 x reader #taeyong fluff #taeyong angst

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tearlessrain · 4 years ago

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Wrote a little blurb/mini character study thing for my Inquisitor and Warrior, it’s not long or complete enough to bother putting it up on ao3 and I probably won’t do anything else with it, but I kinda like it, so I’m just gonna stick it here because it’s 2020 and I guess I write prose now.

Totally SFW and not even shippy, just a couple lightside Sith being bros.

“There is no emotion, there is peace,” Valdrynn breathed to the deserted training grounds. It was a Jedi mantra, not one he would ever have learned at the Sith Academy. The words felt unnatural and trite in his mouth, but he needed the sentiment behind them. He needed emptiness, even if it was temporary. He had never been taught how to meditate, at least not the way Jedi did, but he could think of no other way to contain the creeping darkness that he was never fully able to purge from himself. So he tried.

“There is no emotion,” he repeated, “there is peace.”

It was a lie. His mind refused to stay quiet. The sense of unease that never seemed to leave him anymore only grew in the thrumming silence, overlapping with his frustration at himself for feeling it until the empty space felt crowded with his own twisting, misshapen thoughts.

“There is no emotion…”

It was too late for him. If the Jedi had found him as a child, maybe he would have become something worthwhile, or at least not destructive, but back then he’d still been one of a thousand faceless slaves in the Empire – not faceless enough, in the end – and a Sith after that, and now he was neither. He’d fallen out of the carbonite that should have been his tomb, and thousands of people expected him to know how to lead them and fight an impossible war. His gut twisted, unease flaring into aimless fear like a spark catching on dead underbrush.

“... There is peace.”

He’d thought that he might finally feel free, out of the Empire’s reach with no one left to command him, but he only felt lost, and tired, and immeasurably older than his years with none of the wisdom or experience to show for it. He wished he could tear every circular, useless thought out of his head. If only he could stop feeling everything.

“There is no emotion –”

“Liar.”

Valdrynn started, his eyes flying open. The former Emperor’s Wrath – he had introduced himself once as Kalarros, but no one seemed to want to be the first to call him that – stood at the entrance to the training grounds, watching. He spoke softly, but his voice was the kind that resonated and filled any space it was in. Valdrynn ducked his head, feeling immediately foolish and wondering how long he’d been standing there.

“Lord Wrath,” he said automatically.

“Kalarros, please. You do outrank me now, you know.”

“I still don’t understand why. You could have taken command, no one would have questioned you. You were born for this.”

“And that is precisely why I should not have it, but more to the point, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re meditating yourself into a state of uncontrolled panic. I’ll admit I’m no expert on Jedi philosophy, but...”

“I know, I just… I thought it might do something.”

“Would you like to know what I think your real problem is? The reason this entire exercise is a waste of your time?”

“Will saying no stop you from telling me?”

“No.”

“Go on, then.”

“Your problem – one of them – is that you were never taught to properly harness your emotions. That doesn’t mean you can’t learn, of course, but right now it makes you a liability to yourself and everyone around you.”

Valdrynn flinched away as if Kalarros had struck at him.

“You’re not turning me into one of you,” he said, more harshly than he thought he would ever have dared to speak to the Wrath, “I saw what I was becoming on that path. I won’t go back.”

Kalarros met his stare evenly.

“A Sith should be the master of his emotions, not the other way around, whatever the Academy or the Jedi might have to say about it. I can feel the anger in you, and I can feel how much you fear it, how you hold it trapped inside you. What happens when the dam finally breaks? It’s happened before, hasn’t it?”

Valdrynn didn’t respond. Kalarros looked like he already knew the answer.

“If you go on as you are now,” he continued, “you’ll turn into the very monster you’re so desperately afraid of. You’ve done nothing but trade one set of chains for another.”

“And your way is better, is it?”

“It could not be clearer to me that you have no idea what my way is, because you were trained by people who wanted weapons to unleash at their enemies and dispose of, rather than stable and capable Sith who might one day replace them. They were fools, and it weakened the Order to the breaking point long before you or I were part of it, but I suppose it served those few well before they were buried under their own incompetence. Tell me, is it anger you sense in me now? Am I a beast incapable of anything but rage and destruction?”

Valdrynn looked at him for a long moment, then reached out, cautiously, past the loud clashing of his own mind. He was used to the imposing weight of Kalarros’s presence by now, but had never examined it more closely, and he was caught off guard by the impossibly deep well of power within it. He had seen that power unleashed before, and had felt the overwhelming fury that Kalarros called into himself in battle, but where he had expected a coiled spring barely restrained from lashing out, or some waiting, hidden monstrosity, he found only stillness. He stared at Kalarros, brows pulling together uneasily.

“I’ve seen you call lightning from the Force,” said Kalarros, “You’re skilled at it, in fact. But you don’t hold it in your fist. Certainly doing so would make you a formiddable opponent, but it would destroy your body in the process. You had to learn to channel it. And now, even if lightning struck you from the sky, you would know how to let it pass through you and into the ground without harming you.

“Fear, hatred, the Dark Side of the Force… it is a tool that serves a purpose. I can call it to me when needed, but I do not hold it inside me, nor allow it to rule me. Lashing out in a fit of rage is easy and reckless, but allowing yourself to feel and understand, letting it flow through you and strike at your target without being burned yourself, that is an art form in which even Sith rarely achieve true mastery.”

“I didn’t expect to hear something so like Jedi teachings from the Emperor’s Wrath.”

Kalarros didn’t smile, but Valdrynn saw a glint of amusement in his eyes. He stood and considered the row of mannequins in their battered Skytrooper chassis across the room, and lifted his hand. Something changed in his aura, barely perceptible at first, like water threatening to boil, then spilled over in a roiling mass of malevolent energy that Valdrynn felt break over him like a wave, even though he could tell that the brunt of it was directed entirely away from him. One of the mannequins imploded violently, shards of wood and metal flying out so forcefully that some of them lodged themselves in the walls, the smell of char and overheated metal filling the room from the crumpled mess of twisted metal that was left of it. Kalarros turned back to him, something ravenous and inhuman staring out from behind his too-bright eyes. Valdrynn was seized by the overpowering impulse to flee from him, but before he could move the feeling had faded, and when he looked back Kalarros was himself again.

“My first and last apprentice was a Jedi Padawan before she came to me,” he said, “She taught me as much as I taught her. But I am no Jedi. And neither are you.”

#seriously they're like the only two in this AU who DON'T hook up with each other at some point #swtor #oc: valdrynn #oc: kalarros #sith inquisitor #kalarros has the personality of a grizzly bear he's super chill until he's not #and if he's not you're probably already dead #I am absolutely talking out my ass about jedi and sith philosophy like I can't overstate how much research I did not do #I also want to be clear since it's it's not evident in the text #that we are FULLY into Scottish Valdryn by this point in the timeline #he has absolutely given up on the posh accent

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vicunaburger · 4 years ago

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Imperfect and inhuman, are we?

Fandom: School of Rock: The Musical (AU Verse) Chapters: 1/? Pairing: Dewey Finn x OC (Magdalena Newton) The Players: Dewey Finn, Magdalena Newton, Ned Schneebly, The School of Rock Students Word Count: 1,978 Warnings: M for Future Things

Notes: Y’all remember when I said I was going to play in in the Dewey Finn + vampire universe? WELL...here we go. Trying out a new “free-form” scene by scene chapter format, rather than a standard chronological order. We’ll see how this plays out

Chapter 1 - Night - Routine

The alarm went off at precisely 8:14pm.

From under the massive pile of blankets covering the twin-sized bed, an arm slithered out, feeling along the nightstand in the dark. The vibrations from the cellphone led the fingers toward their goal, tapping the screen - a few misses - before the noise finally ceased. Finished with its task, the arm retreated under the blankets, tucking itself inward like a snake retreating to its den.

At 8:17pm, the alarm went off again.

This time, an entire body followed the arm out of the blankets, turning off the alarm with one hand, and turning on a small desk lamp with the other. With a wide yawn, they stumbled out of bed, shuffling along the carpeted floor until they reached the bathroom. Luckily, this room had an automatic light fixture, the space filling with a soft white glow. Another automatic feature kicked on around the same time; a TV screen built-in to the vanity mirror taking up most of the wall. At once, the familiar voice of the weather channel anchor echoed around the tiled bathroom.

Magdalena Newton looked a mess when she woke up.

Her only saving grace was the fact she had the forethought to plait her long hair into a braid every night, or else she would have to deal with a rat’s nest besides the general unkept-ness of her appearance first thing in the morning. Absently, she untied the ribbon in her oil-black hair, watching the weatherman as she started to untangle the strands.

Sunrise was at 6:28am that morning; a good amount of time to take care of her errands.

Magdalena tapped the center of her vanity mirror and another screen snapped to life, along with some ring lights attached to a small camera. Within a few seconds, she could see herself in the mirror’s surface, as clear as though she were looking in the actual glass.

Technology was a marvel.

Her reflection was always such a strange thing to look at, to be honest. There were moments it didn’t seem like she was the one looking back at herself, only recently getting the ability to see herself within the past few decades. It was centuries before she could recall what she truly looked like, relying only on a painted portrait or a lover’s descriptions.

Both of which were never accurate.

Wincing at her haggard appearance, Magdalena started to work on fixing herself up for the night. No use going out looking like you just rolled out of bed… even if it were true. She was raised to be a proper lady when in view of other people, and that took some care and effort on her part. Besides, one never knows who you might see wandering the streets so late at night, or whom you might be looking for.

—

Was it just him, or did the sliding door of his van sound louder when it was dark outside?

Checking his watch in the circular beam of the streetlamp, it was just around 9:00pm when he parked his van outside of his apartment building, sliding open the door to start moving equipment from the vehicle to the home. It had been another late-night practice session at the concert venue with his students, which meant he had spent the last hour or so of practice getting berated by parents for keeping their kids so late.

The gods of rock care not for simple mortal concepts like time. Or calling parents in advance. Or responding to the last 15 text messages you got.

Eh, he knew they would shut up about it once they saw all the hard work the kids were putting into the show. It was shaping up to be quite the epic mid-summer concert spectacular he had seen in his dreams. The uptight little bastards were really doing him proud.

Dewey Finn stuck the handle of his guitar case between his teeth, trying to balance the bottom half with his knee, and simultaneously grab his satchel from under the front seat. It was a good idea, in theory, had it not been for the fact that the angle of the guitar case was preventing him from reaching into the van. He wasn’t about to set his prized guitar case on the street, nor did he feel like making two trips up and down the building’s stairwell.

He lost count of how many times he had sent angry emails to the supervisor about the busted elevator, only to be told it would “take some time” because it was a “historic building”.

Historic was a polite word for collapsing at any given moment.

Dewey couldn’t complain too much, all things considered; the apartment’s mysterious landlord company gave him a break on the rent due to him using the space for education. Apparently, whoever own the place was a fan of music, which gave them an upgrade in the landlord scale from Hell spawn to Minor Annoyance.

Shifting his weight to keep the guitar case balanced, Dewey tried again to reach the satchel, muttering a slew of curses with a mouthful of leather handle.

—

Magdalena heard the van door before she even rounded the corner, which made her take pause during her speedy trek down the sidewalk. Pulling out her phone, she checked the time: 9:07pm. He was a little earlier than she anticipated, putting a significant kink in her plans for that evening.

For the two and a half weeks, she had clocked him arriving at his apartment no earlier than 9:39pm, which would leave her plenty of time to scale the fire escape until she reached his floor. Nothing scandalous ever happened during her vigils; she was more than content to listen to the sounds of life from his apartment. His weighty footsteps padding around the creaky floors, rummaging around for something to eat, playing video games late into the night. Speaking with other people either in person or on the telephone.

And her favorite hobby of his: singing.

Was it still considered voyeurism if one didn’t actually look at their object of affection? Listening was more than enough. Hearing him plunk out little tunes on his guitar and sing classic rock ballads were something she could have listened to all night if she had the opportunity. She would risk staying out beyond daybreak if he had stayed up all night singing; her own private concert, and he didn’t even know anyone was listening.

For now.

Still, she was debating if it was too early to introduce herself. What is in doing so, she was committing a grave miscalculation of her plans and would therefore have to resort to… unpleasant measures? What if he didn’t want to know her? What if he ended up not liking what he found out?

What if it was something mundane: she wasn’t the right type? The right build or height? The right gender? He hadn’t brought anyone into his apartment save his friend - Nathan? Nolan? - that she could tell. However, his daytime activities were as of yet a mystery, which could have meant this entire plan would end in utter disaster if he were spoken for.

Nope. There was no use thinking the worst of things without even making an attempt.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

—

The more he struggled, the more his jaw began to ache.

Dewey was stubborn more than anything, which his best friend Ned always pointed out just how illogical it was for him to be such a damn slacker 90% of the time when he would get into his hellbent fits of motivation. He was going to make it up the stairs in one go, and he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself doing it.

Such delusions of grandeur can only go so far before one’s hubris decided to take the driver’s seat.

Dewey’s jaw finally gave out, causing his guitar case to tip over across his knee and gain a bit of air before starting to fall to the dirty sidewalk below. The whole thing was like a slow-motion sequence in a movie; Dewey reaching out his hands, fumbling for purchase on the leather case, and ultimately sending it further away from him when he failed to grasp it tight.

Unable to watch the carnage, he screwed his eyes shut tight, waiting for the inevitable crashing of his precious instrument hitting cement-

-which never happened.

Cautiously opening one eye, he peeked out in the darkened space beyond the streetlight, seeing his guitar case being held oh so carefully by a pair of delicate hands. Fully opening his eyes, he followed those hands up their respective arms until he came face to face with his savior. A woman, about his height, stood next to his van with the case secure in her grip. It was hard to see her in the shadows, even more so with her face obscured by the neck of the guitar case.

“Clumsy.” The woman said, her voice clear and crisp in the still air.

Dewey was immediately taken aback by her speech, his overly sensitive musical ear picking up a mix of accents he couldn’t place, and a soft, rounded lisp near the front of her mouth. Within a few seconds, however, he was far more concerned with the welfare of his guitar, reaching out and gently taking the case from her.

“You… you saved Tawny from certain death. My precious axe. My baby.” He cradled the case like a small child, setting it down in the van with great care. “I was such a fool to treat you so carelessly.”

The woman tilted her head, “Tawny?”

“Tawny. Ya know, like the girl from the White Snake video? Only the hottest woman to ever dance on the hood of a car.” Dewey replied, “Not… not that it was her only quality.”

“Never met her, so I couldn’t say.” She replied, a bit of laughter lilting through her voice this time. “She was attractive though, no shame in saying it.”

Whirling around on his heels, Dewey finally turned his full attention to the woman, almost falling over into the passenger door of the van once he got a good view of her. He didn’t know what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t… her.

“Snow White” was the immediate image that popped into his head. She looked pale as a ghost in the dim shadows, with dark hair tied intricately with braided bits gathered into a low ponytail, and her bright blue eyes catching the light like some nocturnal creature. The stark difference between her skin and her inky hair, coupled with her all black ensemble gave her the appearance of a living black and white image. The only color visible in the darkness with a bright, robin’s egg blue scarf tied in a bow around her neck.

“Uhhh…. I… you… wow…” Dewey leaned against the van, trying to act casual. “I mean, w-what’s a girl like you doing on a sidewalk like this? It’s late for a casual urban hike.”

“Protecting defenseless musical instruments from certain death.” She mirrored his stance, placing a hand on her hip. “I moonlight as a vigilante.”

He nodded, holding out his hand in a friendly gesture, “Ah, well, consider me a grateful citizen oh Superhero- Lady- Ma’am. Wow- you know what? That was lame. I’m just gonna show myself out before I embarrass myself any further.”

Dewey started to take his hand away, but not before the woman took hold of it, shaking it with a firm grip, “All in a night’s work, fair citizen.”

The woman - reluctantly- let go of his hand, stepping around him and continuing her way down the sidewalk. As though finally discovering that: yes, he had a brain, and yes, he should use it immediately, Dewey jogged a couple paces to try and catch up to her. She stopped when she heard him approaching, which made him bump into her softly, having not anticipated the sudden pause.

After steadying himself, Dewey ran a hand through his hair awkwardly, “Listen. Maybe… maybe we can start over? Because this whole night is gonna keep me up for weeks if I don’t try and regain my dignity. I’m Dewey Finn.”

Laughing softly, though she covered her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, she nodded. “Fair enough, Dewey Finn. I’m Magdalena.”

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