#I don't have a design for just mr scratch yet

[deenigma]

Malevoversary Day 4 - Scratch

[bangtanficsforyou]

Hello, Love! (JJK)- 01

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, probable smut (we don't know yet lololol)

Rating: 18+

Summary: You had a plan when you returned home, seven years later. However, falling in love with your sister's fiance wasn't it.

Word count: 2K (approx)

Warning: mentions of drug addiction, familial neglect.

The ring fits Jungkook as if it was meant just for him. Not one bit tight nor is it one bit loose. Snug around his finger as if it has always belonged there.

A round of applause breaks out and he looks at the smiling faces of his family and that of his soon to be in law's. 

As the cheers and claps die down, he takes it as his queue. His hand makes it’s way to his pocket. However, when he is not met with a small square jewellery box, he immediately checks his other pocket. That pocket, too, disappoints him. 

He looks up awkwardly at his fiancee and tries to give her a reassuring smile. Now checking for the pockets of his trousers, he fumbles around to somehow make the box appear out of thin air. 

Realising that he is running out of time, he turns towards Jimin. “Jimin, did I not give you the ring box on our way here?” 

Jimin looks at Jungkook with eyes wide like that of a newborn baby. “No, you didn't.”

“Yes, I did,” Jungkook claims with more surety than he actually feels inside. 

“When?!”

“When we were outside–”

“You were talking on the phone—”

“And, I gave it to you while—”

“Here,” Riya offers, with the small red box resting on her palm. Before Jungkook can ask, she answers, “I found it lying on the floor of our balcony.”

Jungkook gives an awkward chuckle in response, trying to play it off. “Jimin has become very careless these days.”

Before Jimin can protest and defend himself, Jungkook shoots him a look that somehow shuts him up. 

Jungkook doesn't waste another minute before taking the ring out and putting it on Riya's fingers. The sooner it is done, the lesser are the chances of running into any other bumps on the road.

Another similar round of applause breaks out and Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief. 

The engagement is done. 

“Dad,” Jungkook greets cheerfully as he takes a seat.

“Hmm,” his soon to be father in law doesn't bother looking up as his eyes remain occupied with the official documents he's currently working on. 

Jungkook remains unfazed by the lack of enthusiasm and continues. “You know I'm currently discussing a project with Mr. Elgin, right?’’

“Hmm.”

“And well I was telling him how I'm about to marry your daughter Riya Roy.”

“I see.”

“Do you know the praises he sang for you?”

Now that somehow catches his dear soon to be father-in-law's attention. 

“Did he?” He interlaces his fingers, and relaxes against the chair, temporarily discarding the documents in the process.

“Yes!” Jungkook nods excitedly. “He was telling me how well you would display and advertise your designs to potential investors during the early business days.” 

“What else did he say?” he muses.

“He also told me how well you have single handedly managed the business. How you started it from scratch and made it what it is today.” 

The older man lets out a chuckle. “It doesn't sound too odd for someone to praise me for advertising my clothes in a clothing line business or for working hard when I am the one who started it.”

There's a brief pause where Jungkook seemingly processes the words.

“Now tell me, how much money do you need?” 

Oh. 

Now, it's Jungkook who lets out a chuckle, albeit an awkward one. “You haven't even listened to what he said on learning that you're planning on expanding your business.”

“Trust me, I don't need to know,” comes the reply. “You tell me the amount, I need to get back to work.”

Jungkook considers his options then in the blink of an eye, his whole demeanour changes. “You know how I almost have the contract for this year's cricket world cup?” 

Much like earlier, the man hums. 

“However, suddenly, they have raised the bid by six million.” 

“So you need six million dollars?” 

Jungkook nods, hoping that the amount doesn’t sound as big as it is. 

There’s a pause and then there’s a low hum in response. “Did you return the one million dollar you had taken from Riya?”

“Well I almost have. There’s only a little left to pay back.”

“How much are you yet to pay?”

Sometimes, Jungkook wishes he knew how to read this man a little better. His father in law, undoubtedly, is every bit of the businessman you’d think of him to be. He thinks like a businessman, walks like one and talks like one in every sense possible. 

Jungkook knows that one would never find this man speaking one word, that is not required. And that just makes it all the more difficult to ever get a hint of what his father in law is thinking. 

Sometimes, Jungkook thinks speaking to this man is the equivalent of playing chess with a computer. You’d never know what the next move will be but you can rest assured, that you'll never outsmart them. 

“Some two hundred thousand.”

“That’s the amount you are yet to pay?”

Jungkook pretends he hadn’t heard the question properly, the first time. “Uhm, no that’s the amount I have paid.”

“So what’s the amount you are yet to pay?”

“Eight hundred thousand—,” he replies and then quickly adds, “—but I will pay everything back as soon as the contract is finalised.”

“Sure,” his father in law nods, not buying his words. "I'll need some time to think about it."

“Listen, no matter what, I anyhow, need a meeting to be scheduled with Mr.Shro—I don’t care what his manager is saying about him being busy.”

The wind blows at a steady pace and somewhere in the lobby, a toddler shrieks in joy. 

“Mail his manager as many times as you need to. Just refuse to accept no as an answer.”

Poor Sam, Jimin thinks, pitying the poor boy who didn’t know what he was signing up for when he agreed to be Jungkook’s manager. 

“Yes, yes! Mail them again—not now Jimin!”

Unfortunately, Jimin doesn’t seem to catch the hint and taps him on his back, again. 

“What is it Jim—”, only it is not Jimin. “Sam, I’ll get back to you later.” 

“You asked dad for money.”

Uh oh. Jungkook could tell Riya wasn’t in the brightest of moods, but nothing could have prepared Jungkook for this. 

“Riya why don’t we take this inside?” Jungkook suggests, keeping his voice soft and calm. He hadn’t thought much of it when he was screaming at his manager left and right in the balcony, for everyone to hear. But an arguement between the freshly engaged couple, might just not be that ideal.

“Jungkook, do you not have any self respect?”

I do, in fact that is why I am asking you to move this inside, Jungkook thinks to himself. Instead of speaking the words out, he again, mildly tries to guide her inside a room. 

Riya, however, remains adamant on not cooperating with him. “You tell me, Jungkook, how can i respect a man who has zero self respect?”

“You do—”

“You know what keep your ring, I don’t want it.” In the blink of an eye, the ring that had almost managed to cause a commotion merely a few hours ago, now rests on Jungkook’s palm, again. 

“Riya, what is your problem?” Long gone is the calmness Jungkook was trying so hard to keep. Now, he sounds extremely confused and perhaps frustrated. 

“My problem is the fact that I cannot marry a man who has zero self—”

“It’s not self respect that I lack! Its ego!” Jungkook snaps. “If I know asking for help could get me the opportunity that I have worked so hard for, why shouldn’t I? Plus, it’s not like I have ever failed to pay back.”

There’s a beat of silence, where Jungkook tries to regain his composure. “I don’t understand Riya, the years when you were struggling to make it into the industry, I supported you in every way I could. So now that I'm the one who’s facing struggles, why can’t you find it in yourself to do the same?”

Something in Riya softens at the mention of all the times, Jungkook stood by her side like a rock. Every penny Jungkook earned was spent on Riya’s then struggling career. Lord knows, there were times when she felt like giving up but Jungkook wouldn’t let her. When she lost faith, Jungkook would believe in it for both of them. 

She inhales shakily and looks at the ring and it somehow manages to ground her to why she said yes to Jungkook in the first place. 

“And if it bothers you so much, I won't ask dad for money.”

She nods and then gently takes the ring from Jungkook. It's in that gentle touch of her's that Jungkook knows things are settled, at least for the time being. 

“I'll go look for Mili aunty, I heard she was looking for me,” Riya says, and somehow the abrupt end of argument doesn't surprise Jungkook, in the least. 

As Riya walks back inside, Jungkook releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He finds it a little difficult to believe that Riya almost broke off the engagement. Although he probably shouldn’t be so surprised. 

Over the years, Jungkook has become very familiar with Riya’s habit of breaking up with him at the slightest inconvenience. Now that they are engaged, breaking up means...well, calling off the engagement. 

Arguments with Riya are always like this, short lived but very frequent. Riya would state the reasons why she thinks this won’t work and all the reasons why Jungkook is wrong and then Jungkook would have to remind her of all the reasons as to why the both of them have stuck together for so long. 

Maybe it has always been like this, be it for Riya’s career, or for their relationship, Jungkook has always kept faith on behalf of the both of them when Riya couldn’t. 

Perhaps securing the deal he's currently working on, would finally give Riya the reassurance that she's looking for. Well, he sure hopes so because if this contract doesn't, Jungkook doesn't know what will. 

Getting this deal has the potential of turning you into the equivalent of Leonardo DiCaprio of the event organisation industry. There's simply no looking back from then on. You'd have career stability, money and a reputation among your peers. 

It's probably everything a woman looks for in the man, they are marrying. 

So yeah, he genuinely hopes that he can prove himself to be capable and can put rest to this constant breaking up and patching up cycle the two of them have found themselves in, for years. 

And he's definitely going to give his best, even if that means being rude to his innocent, sweet, doe-eyed manager. 

Chapter two will be up on my Patreon on early access by the end of this week!

[kairiscorner]

heyooo, it's 🫐 again! i'm in the middle of class rn and i had an idea for student!reader as miles' classmate and them giggling over notes and doodles in class. this then gets the both of em caught by the teacher and what happens next is up to you, ate >:))

HI !! OMG, wait ang cute MMRHRRFNJFNMMM having art class today's got me thinking of some shit, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

doodles on the margins. – miles 1610 x gn!reader

being miles' seatmate is a massive blessing, yet... also a massive curse. the curse being that neither of you could keep your pens, pencils–even brushes, be it paint or calligraphy–away from the others' clear notebook pages or clean scratch papers. you both would always come home with littered designs and doodles, expressing your feelings to each other out on the margins of your notebooks and the corners of your book pages.

in art class, you both took the liberty of expressing your feelings and viewpoints out to the world, like how your teacher defined what art was; it starts with an idea, and then becomes a beautiful flurry of colors, words, movements and all. you were both giggling as you drew on his notebook's margins, with your knuckles brushing over the side of his hand as his fingers would make contact with the back of your hand as you both ran the tips of your pencils over the once clear and spotless pages.

"what is that?" miles asked you in a hushed voice, accompanied by the ringing sound of his chuckle. you pointed out that your cute little blob of a creature was a fat frog, that looked utterly adorable. miles shook his head as he doodled a spider crawling down the margins next to the frog. "i know frogs don't look that goofy." "that's because you've never met my frog before, miles." you said with a giggle as miles asked you in a whisper shout, " you have a frog?!"

"yes, mr. morales? would you and your friend like to, um, make our art class a biology class?" your art teacher spoke up, asking you both with a confused smile about what you two were discussing. the two of two of you froze up and widened your eyes as the whole class turned their heads and darted their gaze your way. "u-um... just expressing our freedom of opinion... through our creative minds!" he said with an awkward smile as the art teacher nodded and smiled wider. your teacher walked over to you two and asked to see miles' notebook, but with the two of you reluctantly showing them the doodle covered margins of the notebook.

the teacher looked through it, and unexpectedly, their smile widened as they saw all the little creatures and people you two drew. they handed it back with a mutter of 'how creative' under their breath. the teacher then clasped their hands together and announced a surprise assignment: to fill the margins of their art notebooks with as many doodles as the students can fit. "i'll be looking forward to your output, you two." they said with a soft voice as you two bashfully smiled and thanked your art teacher and hurried off.

you both breathed a sigh of relief and slight confusion. "so... guess we have our work cut out for us now?" you asked miles as he nudged your arm with his elbow with a crooked smile. "ganke dmed me, he's telling me he won't make dinner for us tonight because we inspired the teacher about homework." miles said with a sigh as you faked a disappointed groan. "well then, text him back that i'll treat you out to a nice dinner and date to the art museum nearby? let's pretend curfew doesn't exist." you said with a wide grin as miles chuckled back. "oh, well... okay then, who am i to say no?" he asked you as you gently took his hand in yours and he held your hand back and walked down the halls with you–smudged ink stains and pencil marks on the side of both of your hands as you two walked down the halls.

tags !! @ii01vq @toneystank-3000 @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @onginlove @meowmoraless @solecitoszn @maxoloqy @lovefrominaya @conitagray

[sserajeans]

you are in love | 27. brr it's cold (written)

"here's the hoodie. the sweatpants are taking a bit longer to dry so i'll just give them to you later whenever they do." hanni walked up to y/n with the neatly folded varsity hoodie in hand.

"you know you really didn't have to wash it." y/n replied, recognizing the scent of hanni's laundry detergent (and perfume) that she grew to be familiar with and comforted by. "you used it for half a day."

"it's kinda rude to return borrowed clothes unwashed, you know."

"pham i've known you since forever come on. it's fine."

"fine! maybe i should've ran it through the mud in the garden before coming to school today."

"hm... i wouldn't put it past you!" the two shared a laugh, hanni leaning against the locker beside y/n's, and y/n arranging the contents of her locker accordingly for her first class of the day. "you sure you don't need it for today? mrs. hwang's room is cold as hell..."

"oh shit."

"yeah. 'oh shit' for real."

"okay i'll give it back after class today, cool with you?"

"sure!"

as y/n finally gathered all she needed, she closed her locker and turned around, noticing a familiar figure walking her way.

"oh, pham, you can go ahead. i'll be in class on time, promise."

hanni looked at her best friend with raised questioning eyebrows before nodding and playfully punching her arm goodbye. as hanni went on her way to the room, the reason y/n bid goodbye unusually early walked past, a can of what seemed to be warm coffee in hand.

danielle marsh.

"y/n, hey! good morning!" the human embodiment of sunshine greeted as she approached y/n, who had just closed her locker with the books she needed for their first class. "i got you this in case you haven't had anything yet.

"coffee? you're the best." y/n eagerly opened the can and gulped down half of its content in seconds. "thank you..."

"wow how di- why- you know what nevermind." danielle stumbled over her words in awe at the older girl's caffeine-dependent tendencies. "slow down on that..."

"oh, right..." y/n scratched the back of her head, "but thanks again. what's your first class today?"

"physics with ms. na, unfortunately." y/n shuddered at the sound of the terror teacher's name. snhs' physics teacher, ms. na, was infamous for being incredibly strict and unforgiving.

"oh god... good luck with that. i hate her."

"who doesn't? anyways, i'll see you around?"

"yeah, try to survive first period for me."

there was a few seconds of silence before the two both reached over at the same time, sharing a quick embrace before y/n waved and had to start walking to class.

upon arriving in the room, y/n took her designated seat as leehan's deskmate, their table adjacent to hanni and minji's.

noticing his best friend's arrival, leehan turned to whisper, taking advantage of the loud environment caused by their unsupervised classmates.

"why is hanni wearing your hoodie?"

"are you calling me a whore?"

"maybe?"

"i'm gonna-... anyways, she was gonna return it to me today but she didn't bring anything for mrs. hwang's room, so i let her keep it for the rest of the day."

"of course you did..."

"see, i knew you were gonna call me a whore."

"date with the junior, lends hoodie to 'bestie'.... can i b- OW?" leehan yelped out louder than his usual talking voice, causing people in nearby tables to give him a certain look, including wonyoung and gyuvin's table and minji and hanni's.

"you need a lock on your mouth."

"it's my charm."

masterlist. next.

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[lovelylotusf1]

Inspired by the lovely @wisteria-wisteria and her Pinterest roulette posts. I present to you an AU:

Lestappen - Coding rivals.exe

Don't know yet if I'll do anything larger with it so I'd love if someone adopts the idea! Give it a new and welcoming home!

Max Verstappen, a brilliant hardware engineer who is mostly focused on robotics, is partnered up to work with programmer and game designer Charles Leclerc. From the moment they meet, he despises his new coworker. Charles is everything he isn't - all smiles and polite questions, a laid-back attitude when it comes to his work and yet somehow constantly praised by others. The predestined programmer, they call him. Max thinks it's all very ridiculous.

But they need to work together to meet the looming deadline. Maybe they'll even learn to appreciate the other's company along the way...

Small scene after this universe's InchidentTM:

"Mr Verstappen. What happened?" His boss's cold voice greets him the moment Max sits down in the overpriced meeting chair. The board of directors stare at him, disdain obvious in their postures, but their faces are carved into polite masks.

Max glares at Leclerc, who is sitting across from him. Even now, he doesn't look like he gives a single damn about the situation he has brought them into, that unnervingly pleasant smile still plastered on his face. Max wants to wipe it off.

Leclerc is slumped in his chair, glasses askew and in his normal working attire consisting of a sweater thrown over a shirt. There is a small coffee stain on front of it, reminding Max of what brought them into this situation in the first place.

"It's just unfair. He pushed a glass of coffee onto the robot, so I pushed it back onto his computer. It's not fair, right?"

Before he can give further explanations, he is shot down, "Thank you, Mr Verstappen. What is your perspective on this matter, Mr Leclerc?"

Leclerc straightens and lets his eyes sweep over the room. Max doesn't miss the fact that he pointedly doesn't look at Max and a small pang of annoyance flashes through him.

Leclerc says, "Nothing. Just an inchident in the lab. We will have the code restored and the robot running by next week."

Max needs to remember all the self-control exercises he taught himself in order to not jump over the table, drag Leclerc towards him by his stupid oversized sweater and yell at him until that guy's ears ring.

Of course, he can say that easily. He just needs to write a few lines of code that the automatic backup hasn't caught. But Max will have to build the hardware from scratch, the delicate electronics fried beyond repair. Oh, how he would like to strangle Leclerc for that.

His boss is apparently pleased by this response. He nods. "Very well then. Get back to work and fill out the provided reports. I don't want to repeat this, the funding is already minimal and you don't want to make your budget even tighter than it already is."

They are dismissed and walk back to the robotics lab in silence, their steps echoing off the blank walls. At least it would be silent if Leclerc's annoyingly smooth voice didn't disrupt it, "I know you don't like me. But at least pretend that you do when other people are around. It will be easier if you let some of my charm work on you, non?"

That fucker has the audicity to wink at him and it is the most awkward thing Max has seen in his entire life.

Max almost snarls. He'd rather be caught dead than enjoy Leclerc's company.

(I don't know why a robotics guy would work with a game dev but just let me fantasize about my AUs without worrying too much about realism)

[beevean]

Funny how Trevor needed to look absolutely distinct from Alucard, yet Sumi and Taka can look so similar to each other everyone thought they were actual twins

(and this is coming from someone who actually prefers Trevor's design from the show for once, I've never liked his super straight and gelled hair from CoD)

But like... Trevor looks nothing like Alucard. He looks much more similar to SoTN Richter:

In fact, if the wanted to, they could have found other ways to make them more distinct without recreating them from scratch. Take N!Alucard and N!Hector, who more or less have their game designs intact: they both are pretty boys, but had they interacted on screen, no one would have confused them, because they changed N!Hector just enough to make him stand out from N!Alucard, mostly in the colors but also in the face structure. (and that's not even considering their different personalities and body language)

I actually understand his point that N!Trevor has a different personality and so the design has to match. N!Trevor is a drunkard down on his luck: he wouldn't be able to keep long clean hair, so it makes sense that he'd chop it and let stubble grow on his face. That tracks! As much as I prefer CoD Trevor (I don't mind the long hair as a cute contrast with how rugged he is, but eh, I see where you're coming from :P), N!Trevor looks perfectly fine and fitting for who he's meant to be. But don't come to me and tell me that his og design would resemble Alucard's too much and that's why they had to redesign him, because it is blatantly untrue and it makes you look like you reduce all Kojima designs to "long-haired pretty boys", not taking into consideration clothes and personalities.

(btw, I am positive that Sumi and Taka were meant to be twins, but then Deats denied it when it became too inconvenient. c'mon bruh. they look related. don't lie to me because you're afraid of some controversy, mr. deats)

[m0use123]

The Avengers compound was never designed with children in mind.

Tony Stark filled the estate with all the latest tech and toys ....... just not the child friendly kind.

So when three teens showed up, the billionaire wasn't exactly thrilled.

"Own up, who was playing hogwarts legacy in my holographic pod"? He asked as he walked into the kitchen where the three teenagers were doing homework.

Kate gave a shy smile, "that would be me" as she raised her hand like she was in class.

"Listen mini arrow. That's a multi million dollar piece of kit. It's not designed for deadly duels to the death with dark wizards", he huffed as he tossed his newspaper on the table.

"Got it. Sorry Mr Iron man" Kate said as she continued with her history essay.

"I told you kid. Tony's fine" he said as he scratched his afternoon stubble on his face.

"Okay. Is all forgiven"? Natasha asked as she took Yelena's phone off her so she could concentrate on her science revision.

"Sure. Just ironing out a few kinks with the new baby Avengers around is all. We're all good Romanoff" Tony gave them a strained smile as he turned sharply and left the room.

- - - - - -

"Alright. Who thought it would be funny to swap FRIDAY out for Darth Vader inside my Iron man suit"? Tony asked through gritted teeth.

It was a Sunday afternoon and all the Avengers were in the kitchen, baking cookies for the high school's bake sale.

Sam and Wanda snorted with laughter at the idea of Darth Vader being snarky inside the suit.

"I'm waiting"? He asked as he crossed his arms.

"I'm really sorry Mr Stark. Ned dared me that I couldn't hack into your suit. I was in the middle of putting FRIDAY back when you got call into action by Mr Fury. I'm so, so sorry Mr Stark. Are you mad? You seem mad" Peter rambled from the table where he and Wanda were decorating sugar cookies.

Tony huffed. "No UnderRoos, I'm not mad" Tony sighed out.

"Is this the part where you tell him you're just disappointed"? Steve smirked as he took yet another batch of cookies out of the oven.

"No Cap. I'll save the cliché parenting lines to you" Tony told him, before turning back to Peter. "Get it fixed before the next mission. Got it"?

"Got it".

"Good" Tony said, before pinching a cooling cookie and marching out of the kitchen.

- - - - - -

"Which one of you booby trapped my lab"? Tony demanded as he stormed into the living room where the teens were watching a cartoon marathon.

(Childish giggles rang out at his question).

"That would be me Tony Stark" Yelena smirked from her position snuggled up on Natasha's lap.

"You did what"?! Natasha asked her baby sister sternly, as she released a strand of Yelena's hair she was playing with between her fingers.

"I just set up a couple of smoke grenades" Yelena shrugged, "it wasn't a big deal".

"No. No it was a big deal, the items in my lab are valuable and volatile" Tony pointed out sternly.

"Is anything broken"? Natasha asked as she sat up straight on the sofa.

"It was just smoke" Yelena pointed out.

"It WAS just smoke. Until it filled the entire room. The emergency protocol closed off all the vents. I almost died. As I tried to get to the doors, I knocked over several billion dollars of Iron man prototypes. Just eight months of hard work down the drain, so thanks for that".

Yelena winced as the harsh reality of what her harmless childhood pranks have coursed washed over her.

"Yelena"? Natasha prompted her younger sister.

"I. I'm sorry" Yelena told her softly.

"Don't tell me that. Tell Tony. Make eye contact please" Natasha prompted as she gently lifted her sister off of her lap.

Yelena shuffled over to the frustrated billionaire, and lifted her eyes to look at his nose.

"Eyes up here" Tony prompted softly.

Yelena swallowed hard and slowly raised her eyes to meet Tony's.

"I'm sorry Tony, it was just meant to be a joke, I'm sorry I'm the reason you broke your prototypes".

Tony sighed, "you're forgiven. Just think about your actions next time. Okay"?

"Yeah" Yelena told him sheepishly.

"Enjoy your cartoons you four" Tony said before living the room to restart his prototypes.

- - - - - -

"Okay you three. I think we need to talk" Natasha said as she approached the teens playing video games in Yelena's bedroom.

"Sure. What's up"? Kate asked as she paused their Mario kart game to look at her.

"You three need to ease up on Tony" Natasha told them as she sunk onto the floor infront of the teens. "You've been pushing his buttons for months, I know you don't mean anything by them, but Lena's prank yesterday was slightly toeing over the line. It stops now, okay"?

Three sets of heads nodded at her and she smiled.

"Good. Now let me show you how the pros play Mario kart" she said.

- - - - - -

After that, the three layed off Tony.

They still played pranks. Alot of pranks, but they spread it out amongst all the other Avengers.

Well, apart from Bruce, they weren't THAT reckless.

- - - - - -

After Six months of not having his property damaged or messed with in anyway, Tony was finally starting to enjoy having younger team members living around them.

......... almost ........

"Who put itching powder in my running short"? Tony asked, storming into the cinema room.

The Avengers couldn't help it, they all burst into laughter.

Tony didn't even have the heart to remain mad.

He chuckled too.

~ The End. ~

[casspurrjoybell-31]

The Consort's Will - Chapter 20 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Brayden

Droplets of water trickle down the slabs of manmade walls, finding homes within the cracks of their foundation.

The gentle whiskers of rats sniff along the corridor in search of scraps of food.

Even in stillness, there is movement.

There is life.

I close my eyes and blend into the shadows, melting into the darkness.

I am stone. I am nothing.

My thoughts are silenced as I tap into the soulless creature within me.

It's where vampires are meant to live, meant to thrive.

It's been centuries since our kind has crawled out from the ashes, not to be better but to be equal.

I hone in on my senses and am keenly aware of just how much the human world has weakened me.

My thoughts have overtaken my senses.

My feelings, what little I possess, have overpowered my judgement.

It is not wrong.

Such is the nature of becoming conditioned.

Yet it goes against the grain of my DNA, against my immortal being.

"... to hold them."

Voices echo through the corroded pipes above me.

Feet shuffle.

Two pairs in total, just as Gabe promised.

Their pace is sluggish, clearly either on break or avoiding their post.

Based on the way the sound is traveling, they are headed towards me.

"We got most of them," Guard Two adds.

"Mr. Primary says we've obtained their leader. Now it's just a matter of turning them."

"That and forcing the human leader to surrender to our command."

They turn the corner and stop just fifty feet away from me.

Guard One leans against the wall.

A small piece of debris falls away as he settles his weight against it.

Guard Two rests beside him and scratches at the lightly forming facial hair across his jaw.

"You think all of them will die?" Guard One asks.

"Like the one in the infirmary?"

Guard Two waves him off.

"He's not dead yet. Mr. Primary knew there was a risk in creating the anti-venom by using the blood of a Nirv. Hell, it's designed to kill vampires. But that was the point, to kill off the vampire genetics while leaving their human genetics intact."

"Except humans are weak," Guard One laughs sardonically.

"I realize Mr. Primary was trying to turn them all back to their original form but once their vampire DNA is killed off, did he really think their human side would be strong enough to keep them living?"

Guard Two shrugs.

He possesses a shred of compassion.

Little does he know, it will work in his favor.

Their words confirm everything I have pieced together over the past few days.

Reyo does not care if he wipes out an entire species of vampires.

Even if his intent is to turn them all to human, when he realizes it will not work, he will continue killing them anyway.

His mission is clear, Secondaries shall rule by whatever means necessary.

Anger threatens to take over my mind and cloud my senses.

I focus on my human's blood as it courses through my ageless veins, giving me power and strength.

Without my human's blood, Reyo has nothing.

The Secondaries will lose.

The war might not be over but I will change its course.

And I will save my human.

Guard Two shuffles in front of Guard One.

"At least he tried. Either way, I don't think we can imprison any more vampires."

His voice drops to a whisper.

"Not with you-know-who lurking around."

A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips.

"You-know-who?" I whisper, finally revealing myself from the shadows.

"I assume you're referring to me. For future reference, my name is Brayden."

Both of the guards jump to attention.

Guard One eyes me with nothing but disgust and disdain smothering his pointed features.

His eyes glimmer with a hunger that parallels my own.

He's far more vampiric than I assumed.

In contrast, Guard Two is in awe, albeit terrified.

His dark eyes dart between me and the other, who is clearly his superior.

It will be a shame to have to kill him but I will if my plan doesn't go just as it needs to.

"This is a hallway for guards only," Guard One warns.

"You're not allowed here, vampire."

I raise my hands in mock surrender and slowly move towards them, a predator ensnaring its prey.

"Tsk, tsk. And here I thought Mr. Primary diligently taught manners to all his trained minions."

Guard Two shifts uneasily from foot to foot.

Each of their inner beings dominates their lesser half.

Guard One sharpens his vampire senses while Guard Two uses his human emotion to gauge my next move.

Little does either know that this is all pre-planned, all thanks to the help of Gabe.

My human will not be pleased with the means in which I used to ensure this plan's success but it was necessary.

I made my human a promise, that I would rescue him and prevent Reyo from carrying out his plan of war.

Over time he will see that.

He will understand I am doing this for him.

An emotion treks through my chest, causing a sharp ache to spread across the muscle.

A wistful thought follows, my mind wondering if this is what it feels like to experience guilt and regret.

[freckledboss]

Arms wrap around his frame when she's guided forward. Feeling him bury himself within her presence, welcoming the embrace. She hates to see him like this. Pepper meant every word. She didn't dislike his gifts, not entirely. The thought behind them mattered to her more than the object itself. In fact, she still wears the necklace he made her with the remnants of the shrapnel extracted from his chest. She holds that one very near and dear to her heart.

"It is important to me," she won't deny that. "But flying down to Las Vegas to get hitched isn't exactly my style. A courthouse wedding would be more... appropriate." Her head leans into the palm of his hand, a small smile on her lips. "I know you want to give me everything. And it's not that I don't want those things, I do... but given our situation, it just doesn't seem achievable." At least not right now, or anytime soon. They had put so much effort into planning; obtaining designers, a venue, picking out the colors, choosing the bridal party, the flowers--the date wasn't quite set yet but close--and more than half of that is gone. Without their wedding planner, the florist, the dress designer, the bridal party... they might as well start from scratch. And she's not so sure she has it in her to do so. Getting married at the courthouse sounds more practical at this point, definitely feasible and less stressful. But it takes away from all that she was looking forward to, all the glamour and magic. The one day she would be able to feel like a princess. It may be a juvenile dream, but it's one she's had for a while. She's very much conflicted. "We don't have to make this decision today. I think... we should sleep on it? We have time, and I want to consider what's available if we do choose to get married sooner rather than later." Her main concern was knowing if he'd be on board or not, and he's clearly shown her that he'll get behind whatever she deems necessary. His support is all she desired.

"All I need is you, Tony. You're all that I want... you are all that matters. Everything else was just a perk of having a big wedding ceremony. You're enough for me."

She pauses when the waiter approaches to disperse their drinks. The champagne is placed in front of them, along with their martinis, and there's an awkward sensation. This was supposed to be a celebratory night.

Maybe it still can be.

"You know what, I'm not going to let this get us down." She'll lift her glass. "Mr. Stark, we're no longer talking about marriage tonight. All I want to hear from you is what you envision our forever house is going to look like, and how excited you are about having a baby. Our baby. -- I mean, for all we know I could be pregnant now." The likelihood is small, but not impossible. She has been quite emotional--then again, who hasn't recently?

"That would certainly take the fun out of tonight," Pepper teases, indulging in another sip. She needn't look at the menu, she knows exactly what she'll order. Honeynut squash tortellini. "You're also welcome to whisper sweet nothings into my ear... try and charm your way into my pants. I must warn you though, I'm not so easily seduced," she says playfully--because they both know with a single look or touch, she's at his mercy. The glimmer in her eyes having grown dim, now flickers to life once more. Yes, perhaps there is still a chance to remedy the night.

@mr-tony-stark

Tony tugged Pepper in as close as he could get her and buried her face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. If Thanos wasn't already dead, Tony could happily kill him again. He wouldn't even feel guilty about it. He'd stolen so much, it was so unfair that he stole this too.

His hands moved up and down her arms as he processed what she said. He was having a hard time accepting that he wasn't terrible at all this. He'd been there. He'd seen the reactions. He'd felt the defensiveness and guilt when he'd done the wrong thing. But even if she was just saying it to make him feel better, he wasn't going to argue it. He'd try and let it sink in and be the truth.

He pulled back to look at her, cradling her cheek with his hand. "If it's that important to you though... you shouldn't have to give it up. I wanted to give you the show. You know? The designer gown. The huge multitiered cake, each tier a different flavor. A band. All the people there to see us stand up and say we've chosen each other. You deserve all of that. But - I don't know. If it's the getting married part that's important, maybe there's something else we can do. I could take you to Vegas today if you wanted me to. Just do a quick one, call up Happy and Rhodey. Or - all the paper work was done registering our intent to marry. We could book a courthouse one. Then we'd just be married. And later when things have calmed down and people start returning to a normal life, we can do the reception? I don't think anyone would deny us that."

He felt the offer was a poor substitute really, but he was trying to listen and hear what Pepper actually wanted, and maybe it would be enough?

Before he could get an answer, the waiter arrived with their drinks, first putting the martini's in front of them and then popping the champagne and pouring them each a glass. He felt guilty about the champagne now too. This wasn't at all going how he thought, and he wished he'd stuck with the diner. Then at least when the waiter asked if they were ready to order he could just say cheeseburger and not could we have five more minutes because he'd been too busy making his fiancée cry instead of looking at the menu.

He definitely didn't feel like drinking that champagne now though.

He grabbed his martini glass and took two long swallows of the vodka, glad for the heat of it in his throat. "I made a mess of all this, didn't I?" he said when the waiter left. "We were supposed to be celebrating. Not... this." He picked up his menu again so he'd be prepared with an answer when the waiter returned.

@freckledboss

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

First Time For Everything

Mafia!Todoroki x Reader

➤Summery: Todoroki’s first time in a airport and on a regular airplane

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Warnings⚠️: a gun and knife

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»»——⍟——««A/n: Yw for the airport tips

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ this fic is part of my Reverse Collab ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

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"Bad news, darling," you hear Shoto mumble as he opens your bedroom door, eyes glued to his phone with his brows frowned.

"What's up?" you ask, looking up from your book.

"My jet was shot down today while coming in for our trip. I won't be able to get my hands on another one in time," Shoto says, standing next to his side of the bed. Todoroki has business to take care of in America, so you guys had decided to make a trip of it and spend extra time while he's in New York. Now, if he doesn't have his jet, he's planning to cancel. "I was looking forward to the trip," Shoto sighs. "Oh well."

"For someone whose plans just got messed up and private jet shot down, you seem very calm," you laugh, eyeing him.

"Oh, I don't care. I was 'helping' Maaru with some things, and he was on board when it crashed. I just needed that last deal to go through, and I'd get rid of Maaru. Shion is the one who shot it down. I was planning on putting a bullet through his head next week anyways. If anything, this saved me time and a bullet," he says, a smug grin on his face as he flops down in bed next to you. "Now, I have a reason to get a new jet, and it'll be picked and designed by none other than my lovely wife." Shoto leans over and gives you a quick peck as he finishes his sentence.

"We don't have to cancel, you know? We could still go," you tell him.

"The plans were for it to be in two days, Love. There's no time to get a new, perfect jet. And since I have to reschedule, it'll be a few weeks cause I have other things lined up, plus take time to check out the jet."

"We can go to a regular airport. All you have to do is get a fake passport and ID. That will be easy. Plus, everyone will be wearing masks, so nobody will know it's you even if they did know who you are," you tell him, setting your book to the side.

"Mm. I don't know how all that stuff works. We can reschedule," Shoto says, laying back on the bed and bringing his attention to his phone.

"Excuse me, Mr. Todoroki," you pull his phone out of his hand, getting his attention, "if you don't remember, I wasn't always dealing with the mob. I could set it all up for us. No problem."

He looks at you, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips. You always joked about your life before you met Shoto. Talking about the simple things he knew nothing about and the little traditions he couldn't for the life of him, figure out why you used to enjoy them so much.

"Alright, Love. If you insist. You can set it all up," he smiles.

You nod. "Gimme your card."

~~

Two days later, you wake at 4:30 am to your alarm going off. You grab your phone, forcing your eyes open and turning off the annoying sound. You turn over to look at Shoto, seeing him still passed out. His head's buried in his pillow, his arm lazily thrown over your waist, a sign of how he always wants to be "protecting" you in some way.

You can tell he hasn't been in bed long. When you went to sleep, he wasn't there yet and seeing the fact he hadn't woken up, usually, his reflexes pushing him awake from the slightest noise, you knew he was extra tired.

You pushed yourself up, sliding out of bed and to the bathroom. You brush your teeth and wash your face, slipping from the room to wake Shoto. You put your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp softly. "Sho, wake up." Your voice is just above a whisper.

His face scrunches up, his head moving and trying to bury itself further into his pillow. "What's wrong?" he grunts, refusing to open his eyes.

"Nothing, baby," you laugh, "you need to get up. Our flight is early."

"Why so early?" he whines like a child.

"It's best to get the first flight out. We have to be there in time to stand in lines, plus early enough before they start boarding," you explain.

"This all sounds very extra," he slurs.

You laugh and roll your eyes. "you'll understand when we get there. I'm going to take a shower. My bag already is packed, but you didn't pack yours yet, so you should do that while I'm showering, and Davi will be outside waiting for us at 5:45."

It's 5:00 now, and you knew you needed to wake up early since it'd be hard to get Todoroki out of bed since the poor boy isn't used to this, so you knew he'd move slow.

Shoto shifts on his back, a sign he always did when he started waking up. You slip into the bathroom, taking a quick shower. You can hear Shoto shuffle into the bathroom after a few minutes. You get out of the shower, giving him a smile as he watches you pass by the mirror and go into the bedroom.

You put on a shirt and sweats, gathering your ID and passport, plus Shoto's fake ones and your boarding passes, mentally checking off everything. When you think you got everything together, you turn and see Shoto out of the bathroom and getting ready.

"Shoto," you laugh. "Baby, no, wear something comfortable. And you need to at least have on a hoodie so you can wear the hood cause a mask will hide your face, but your hair is a dead giveaway if anyone knows you."

He's in the process of putting on a fancy shirt he'd usually wear, plus already having on some pants that are on the fancier side. "Oh," he says, looking at his outfit, starting to pull it off.

He replaces it with a hoodie like you said, plus a pair of jeans. "Ready, Sho?" you ask, grabbing your suitcase and backpack.

"Yeah, I guess," he says, grabbing his own suitcase and walking behind you, a gentle smile on his face. "This'll be fun, Sho, don't worry."

~~

When you pull up, Shoto is asleep, his head against the door window. "Wake up. We're here," you say, gently shaking his knee. Shoto stirs, opening his eyes, taking in the scenery around you.

It's so many people. All of them minding their business, but also everyone doing the same thing, getting in and out of cars. It's Shoto's first time here, so he didn't fully understand where you were at the airport or what was going on, but he went along with you.

Davi drove you guys to the pick-up and drop-side of the airport. You guys are in one of Shoto's less flashy cars, not wanting to bring attention to you both. Not that you looked suspicious, but Shoto did a little since he's wearing his hood low. You couldn't get all his bangs to stay out of his face, so you pulled his hood down to the middle of his forehead.

Shoto follows you out of the car, helping you get the bags out of the trunk. Total, you guys have three, your carry-on, plus your backpack full of snacks and stuff you might need during the flight. Shoto only packed his regular big bag, full of suits and shirts, not thinking about bringing something to occupy himself. You packed a few extra items in your bag, knowing he'll get antsy eventually.

You have everything in your hands, ready to get going when you bring your attention back to Shoto. He's standing next to the car, looking out at the people. You can tell he's not focusing on the hand full of people in front of you, but him zeroing in through the window, on the hundreds of people moving around inside.

You walk over to him and grab his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Remember, Sho. This' not one of your gala's or parties. These people aren't thinking about bothering us in any way." Shoto looks down at you, his eyes slightly softening as he nods and lets you lead the way.

You knew he'd be anxious and antsy. You know for sure he's never around this many people without it being a dangerous group, plus the slight chance someone is trying to kill him.

You start walking toward one of the pairs of doors, but you don't go inside. Shoto is confused but keeps following you as you lead him to a desk with carts behind it. Only one other person had been standing there, and everyone else was getting out and going straight inside. You give them your name, ID, boarding pass, and passport, telling Shoto to lift his bag to the bag scale.

"Learned this trick years ago." You turn and smile at Shoto as the guy behind the desk puts in your information. "Nobody ever comes to these bag check-in spots, they always go inside, and then lines are super long. These ones are almost always basically empty, compared to the inside at least," you say happily.

"So, where are they taking my bag?" Shoto asks lowly.

"They're just taking it, and it'll be under the plane since it's too big to go in the compartments on the plane," you explain.

Before Shoto asks any other questions, the guy behind the desk gets your attention. "You'll need to pay an additional fee. The bag is over the weight limit for it to be free," he says.

"Oh, ok," you nod and pull out Shoto's card, handing it to the man. He taps a few things and gives it and all your stuff back, saying that you're all good. You nod ok and turn to leave as he takes the bag, pulling it off the scale and to one of the carts.

You grab Shoto's hand again and head inside, looking around at the security lines. "The one up here is kinda long. Lets's try the one on the lower level. Sometimes they're not as long." You pull him toward the escalator, taking it one level down to the other security area, and sure enough, it wasn't overly long. "Perfect," you smile.

You begin to head to the line, but Shoto doesn't move. You look back, seeing him eyeing the security line. "What's wrong?" you ask.

"I didn't know the thing about metal detectors was real- I thought it was a joke," he says, a frown beginning to form.

"Yeah. We probably won't have to go through that, though. Usually, it's for children and their parents. We'll have to do the full-body scan one," you say, nodding to the big machine.

"Oh." He turns his head to you, pulling your arm, getting closer to him. "Will you put my gun in your bag? I'm guessing it will set the machine off, and I see these signs saying no guns," he says.

"Sho, you brought your gun?!" you whisper.

"Of course."

"Baby, no, they have all these machines-" you sigh, "they'd be able to see it when I put my bag through the scanner."

"Oh," he says, his face still had a confused look on it.

You can only guess that since he's always flown on a private jet since he was little, his parents probably told him about airports, but he never really understood how secure they are.

You sigh. "Ok. Give to me-" you see Shoto reach to his waistband "-wait, wait no, not here. Come on," you nod your head and have him follow you, walking to one of the family bathrooms. You both go inside, and you put your hand out, signaling him to hand it to you. He does, and you pull up your shirt, tucking it between your bra and breast, angeling it just enough so it isn't poking straight out. You turn to the mirror, adjusting your shirt. It is just baggy enough so that the gun bulge doesn't show.

"Do you have anything else on you?" you ask. Shoto leans down, putting his hand to his shoe and pulling out a knife from under, also handing it to you. You give him a look and tuck it perfectly with the gun so that it doesn't fall, cringing at the cold metals against your skin. "Ok. Let's go."

You head out of the bathroom, walking back to the security line, only having to stand in it for about 5 minutes before you're at the front. "Just do what they say, ok?" you say quietly to Shoto. He nods, letting go of your hand when you walk in front of him to the security lady. She takes your boarding pass, passport, and ID, telling you to take your mask down. You do, and she nods, saying you can step through. Shoto is behind you, her doing the same thing for him and thankfully also saying he can step through.

He walks to you, and you give him a reassuring smile and nod. "Take off your shoes, put them in here," you grab a bin, "and if you put on a belt. And your phone too and whatever's in your pockets." While Shoto removes his shoes, you put your backpack and suitcase up on the table. You open it, pulling out your and his laptops and setting them in separate bins. You take off your shoes and put them with your phone and passport and everything else that's in your pockets.

Once everything is on the table, you push them down the line, letting the wheels start carrying them through the machine and step away. "Ok. Just do what they say. Everything will be fine," you say again to Shoto, moving him closer to the big machine.

He turns to it, the security guard giving him the move to step through. Shoto does. "Put your feet on the outlines and hands over your head." Shoto does, staring directly ahead of him, a plane expression over his face. The machine does its work, and the security tells him to step out, saying he's good. The security guy turns to you next, signaling you to step through. You do, doing the same thing Shoto did, but this time it goes off.

It gets Shoto's attention. He looks up to you, his head snapping in your direction, eyes wide as the security asks you to step out and to the side. You see Shoto about to click into protective mode, ready to step close to you to make a scene. You shake your head gently, telling him to stay.

You step over and look at the screen showing your body scan, seeing the oval over your chest, telling them somethings there, which of course, you knew would happen. "Oh, it's my bra lining," you tell him.

He nods, calling for one of the female security guards to step over. "Arms up." You put them up and out, her stepping to you and her hands under your armpit area, feeling around there and directly under your breasts, feeling your bra, but not in the middle where the items are. "Ok, you're good." She steps back and lets you pass.

You walk to the tables on the side, seeing your bags made it through and walking to them. You put on your shoes and put everything back into your pockets. Shoto does the same, keeping a calm composure and waiting for you to finish.

Once you have everything on, you take his hand and move away from security. "This's ridiculously uncomfortable," you say lowly, pulling toward the next remotely empty corner and pulling the gun from your bra. You pull it out, Shoto standing in front of you to block the crowd. You bring your backpack around your body, opening the zipper and stuffing his gun in your bag.

"Wait, no, Love, just give it back," he says, putting his hand out to reach for your bag.

"No, if someone sees it on your waist, we'll be screwed," you say. Shoto presses his mouth in a thin line, not wanting to be without it. "Sho, I'll give it to you the second we're out of the New York airport," you say, seeing his slight upset look.

"Ok," he sighs and agrees. You reach into your bra again, taking out the knife and putting it in your bag. You could give it to Shoto, but you think time not with weapons wouldn't hurt.

Once you're situated, you head toward your gate, which isn't far from where you are. When you make it, it's about 30 minutes before boarding time. You see two empty seats and tell Shoto to sit down, pulling out your phone and waiting for the time to pass, laying your head on his shoulder.

While on your phone, Shoto's looking at the people around you, eyeing everyone. "Relax, babe," you mumble, feeling how tense he is, wrapping your arm around his and rubbing circles on his hand. He takes in a slow inhale, trying to relax, remembering this isn't his usual environment, and he doesn't need to be so anxious.

"We will now be start boarding. This' the call for all first-class and diamond medallion passengers," the gate agent says over the intercom.

You feel Shoto move under you, starting to stand. You put your hand over him, saying, "We aren't first class. There weren't any seats left when I looked, but I did pay enough for us to get upgraded if it's available."

"Oh," Shoto says, relaxing back into his seat. After a few minutes, your section gets called, and you tell him, both of you stand and walk toward the line.

"You can sit on the window side," you tell him, stepping back so he can go in the row first, not wanting him to have to sit next to a stranger. He sits, and you put your suitcase in the compartment above the seats, then sit next to him, stuffing your backpack under the seat.

You interlock your fingers with Shoto, watching him reach up and play with the screen in front of you guys. "It's common to have these on flights?" he asks, looking at all the movie options.

"Yeah," you laugh, "not only private jets have TVs." You reach down for your backpack, grabbing headphones and handing them to him. "If you wanna watch some."

After another few minutes, the plane door closed, and then it started moving back, ready to go to the runway. The monitors all sync and begin playing the safety video, causing Shoto to tilt his head in confusion. "This plays every flight?" he asks. You hum a yes. "Is it common for them to be needed? The oxygen things and flotation devices?"

"No. It's just for precaution and first-time flyers who don't know. Just in case it does go down or lose oxygen. Which rarely happens," you explain.

Everything starts settling down, and once your all the way in the air, you lift the armrest between you and Shoto, curling your arm around his and laying on his shoulder, closing your eyes to sleep. Shoto plays more with the monitor for a while, getting a feel for all the features. He doesn't do much. He stays still while you sleep but doesn't put on a movie, only watching his surroundings, keeping his guard up and ready for anything.

You sleep for about an hour and a half. When you open your eyes and sit up, you look at Shoto, seeing how he's sitting there doing absolutely nothing. You shake your head and laugh, reaching to his monitor and turning on a movie and subtitles, wanting him to have some distraction. You lay back on his shoulder, shifting your eyes to watch it with him.

About five movies later, the plane lands, and you guys get off. You walk Shoto to baggage claim, watching as his bag comes around the carousel. "I have a surprise for you," you smile up at him, walking him towards the exit. As you get closer, he sees all the chauffeurs for people, one of them being labeled Todoroki. "I ordered us a limo. Figured you'd be ready to get back to our normal."

"Thank you," he sighs dramatically. "Today has shown me how glad I am to have the money I have."

Disclaimer: I travel a lot and have been in the airport a lot. Do no try the gun thing😀 it will not work. It was for the sake of the story. Do not try it

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[creambunnie]

NCT Dream - Jaemin x You (y/n)

fluff , vampire au

enjoy~~

Jaemin straightened his suit before walking towards his front door.

you bit your lips nervously and fiddled with your dress fabric as you waited for Jaemin to open the door.

your breath hitched the moment the handsome man opened the door and greeted you.

"good evening Mr Na. i apologise for the last minute notice, my colleague had urgent matters to attend to, hence i have to come here alone. uhm thank you for inviting us for dinner at your place, i-if it's awkward with just the two of us, i can lea--"

your babbling were interrupted by his deep chuckle. you finally had the courage to lift your head and look at his face properly.

Jaemin gave you a flattering smile and slightly bowed like a gentleman as he handed you a stalk of red rose.

"a beautiful flower for my beautiful guest"

you hesitated for a bit before accepting the flower.

"you can just call me Jaemin, this is a dinner to thank you anyway, we are no longer tied to business only"

you nodded and followed him inside.

it was not your first time in Jaemin's house, in fact, you and your colleague were the ones who designed and supervised the renovation of his new house. Jaemin invited the two of you for dinner to thank you for all the help.

however, as you had explained to Jaemin, your colleague had urgents matters and you didn't want to leave Jaemin hanging so you decided to just have dinner with him.

Jaemin pulled out your seat and invited you to sit at the dining table before walking elegantly to his own seat across from you.

"i am happy to have dinner with you, y/n. i am very happy with my house right now, i don't know how to thank you and your partner enough".

you smiled at the gentleman in front of you and shook your head.

"it is our job to give our clients the best, Mr Na. i--i mean, Ja--Jaemin". you stuttered, still trying to get used to calling his name casually.

Jaemin returned your smile and nodded his head towards the steak in front of you. "i hope you like your steak medium".

you grinned and scratched your head awkwardly. "i don't get to eat steak often, so i don't really know much about it. but since you are the one who is serving, i am sure you will give the best!".

Jaemin admired your cuteness with a soft smile as the two of you started your dinner.

"would you like some wine?" Jaemin asked as he reached out for the glass pitcher filled with bright red liquid.

you held your hands up and shook your head. "it's fine, i actually don't drink".

Jaemin poured some in his own glass and acknowledged your response.

"would you like any other drinks?".

"i am okay with just water, thank you".

the two of you continued your dinner and chatted with each other about random topics. it was as if the two of you were on a blind date, getting to know each other.

your eyes landed on the steak on Jaemin's plate.

"oh Jaemin, i just realised that the colour of your steak is different from mine. it looks, redder. do you like to eat, uhmm raw meat??"

Jaemin chuckled at your question and poked on a small piece before holding his fork up to show you.

"similar, i like my steak rare."

you choked on your saliva as you remembered some things that your colleagues had talked about before.

Jaemin stood up from his seat and quickly went to your side. "are you okay? is my preference so weird that it made you choke?"

you waved your hand as you took your cup of water and calmed yourself down.

"no no, it is not weird. i just accidentally swallowed on the wrong tube. hehe"

Jaemin chuckled again as he found you cute. he gently patted your head and leaned down closer to your face. "you are very interesting, y/n".

you gulped nervously as Jaemin went back to his seat.

"why don't we finish up our food and then i will show you around ? i just finished furnishing my house, i want to get some feedback from the designer herself".

you nodded, agreeing to his suggestion.

as planned, Jaemin gave you a humble house tour. you were amazed at how Jaemin was able to decorate his house beautifully.

it was modern and minimalistic, yet it didn't feel empty. it felt complete.

"lastly, this is the room where i practise my piano performances." the two of you entered a medium-sized room with a big grand piano placed in the middle.

your eyes widened in amazement, it was your first time seeing such an expensive piano at someone's house. Jaemin was really a professional pianist.

"here, have a seat y/n. i will play something for you. i hope you like it." you sat on the piano bench as invited. Jaemin then sat on the space beside you.

he looked at you with a handsome smile before his fingers moved on the keys so swiftly, making beautiful tunes.

your eyes fluttered close as you were relaxed by his soothing music.

"that was beautiful!!" you praised Jaemin with tiny claps.

Jaemin thanked you and thought of an idea.

"how about i teach you a simple song? you can brag about it the next time you see a piano somewhere".

you giggled at his offer and nodded happily. "sure!!"

Jaemin played the song for you first before teaching you the notes.

you cringed when you accidentally pressed the wrong key.

Jaemin chuckled at your reaction and gently led your hand to the correct one. "it's fine, you are already good at memorising the other notes!".

you awkwardly scratched your cheek and tried to play the song again.

"ahhh! i got the song right this time! are you proud of me?" you exclaimed.

Jaemin smiled at your cuteness and pinched your cheek gently. "of course i am proud of my own student. you are very talented".

you blushed at his words and thanked him.

you finally remembered to check the time and it was quite late.

"ah Jaemin, i think i should get going now before it gets darker outside". you stood up from the bench but before you could walk away, you felt a sharp pain on your finger.

"ouch!"

Jaemin quickly turned to you with a worried expression. "what's wrong? are you hurt somewhere?"

you brought your finger to your face only to see it bleeding.

Jaemin's eyes widened at the scene in front of him. he felt a bit dizzy at the sight of your blood. Jaemin only snapped out of his daze when you tapped his shoulder gently.

"may i use your bathroom, Jaemin?"

Jaemin nodded, still trying to stabilise himself.

you locked the bathroom door and held your heart that was beating extra fast.

"i swear i saw his eyes turned red for a second". you whispered to yourself and quickly washed off the blood that was trickling down your finger.

you took a deep breath before going back to Jaemin.

"i am very sorry, y/n. i just fixed the bench recently so i did not notice a loose screw. is your hand okay?" Jaemin apologised.

you forced a small smile and nodded. "yes, i am fine, don't worry".

you quickly took your bag and bowed. "i should really get going now. thank you so much Jaemin for the delicious dinner. i hope you had a wonderful experience working with our company."

Jaemin bowed back before leading you to the front door.

"i hope you had a fun time tonight. but i am a bit curious and worried, y/n".

you hummed and faced Jaemin with a confused face.

"you seem to have enjoyed the dinner and the music, but now, i feel like you are scared... of something. are you really okay? do you want me to drive you home?"

you awkwardly chuckled and waved your hands to distract Jaemin from your red face.

"i--it's just that, i heard a few rumours about you from my colleagues...."

Jaemin raised an eyebrow. "what kind of rumours?".

you cleared your throat and looked everywhere except Jaemin's beautiful eyes.

"i shouldn't have said that" you mumbled under your breath.

Jaemin chuckled and patted your head. "it's fine, i won't be offended, just tell me".

you timidly looked at Jaemin and bit your lips.

"they said you are a vampire. i know it sounds funny, it is the 21st century, who believes in vampires, right?" you nervously tried to make excuses to comfort Jaemin.

Jaemin's expression was unreadable. he smirked and patted your head again. "do you want to find out?" he said in a low voice.

you gulped when Jaemin leaned in closer to your neck. you closed your eyes tightly, waiting for the sharp pain to poke your neck.

but all you felt was his warm breath against your cold skin as Jaemin chuckled. he grazed his soft lips on your neck as he leaned away.

"did you really think i was going to bite you, y/n?" Jaemin teased.

you finally let out the breath that you had been holding in.

"i am sorry if i offended you, Jaemin".

Jaemin smiled oh so handsomely and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"we should have a meal together again, next time. i really enjoyed spending time with you , y/n".

you smiled cutely at his response and nodded. "sure! we are friends now, right?"

Jaemin chuckled and gave you a thumbs up.

the two of you bid each other goodbye as you hailed a taxi to bring you back home.

Jaemin locked the front door and went to the dining table. he lifted up his wine glass earlier and chuckled.

"it's a miracle y/n doesn't drink. i forgot to buy the real wine".

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a/n : i hope yall enjoyed this short Jaemin vampire au! hehe 🥰🧛🏼‍♂️

[larrythefloridaman]

Y'all like your deities with or without the shell?

Under the readmore is aaaaaaaaall color god observations and musings based on them, because I am studying to become the world's Premiere Chromatheologian and RGB Understander so under the cut is pretty much Oops! All Spoilers! up to the most recent episode of season 3.

Apparently Universal Color God Attributes:

Damage to their domain hurts them, but fixing the issue, or lashing out by using their powers destructively, can help them to repair the damage.

If they sustain enough damage, it can temporarily paralyze them and send them into a strengthened but 'exposed' state (chartreuse's spirit activation in the last fight of 19) and further damage after that will activate a failsafe, which is unique by domain but seemingly designed to give them the chance to balance things, but can get… very out of hand or backfire depending on circumstances. (see: cobalt’s failsafe sending mark's universe into a never-ending apocalyptic war because word of the cure for death became too widespread for the killing urge failsafe to affectively balance anything because every side could simply revive their fallen.)

Chartreuse's failsafe is something of a stopped time bubble quarantine where processes that require the passing of time cannot complete, allowing her the time to wear down the offending party to beat them to death or plan around finishing them.

Cobalt's is inciting war, the casualties serving to balance the scale. I'm not sure we know Crimson's yet- he's never taken enough direct damage without doing damage to compensate in order to trigger it, although i dont remember season one well enough to recall if any of the universe stuff in it tracks with the pattern bc season one is a bit fucky

Connected in a fashion that allows them to simply Sense the overall status of the others to some extent, although they don't know Why theyre in the state theyre in without asking (chartreuse [and by extension, folk, presumably on her information] confronting crimson via crimsonaut for pretending to be dead, Cobalt confronting both his siblings about how they are handling their duties improperly but not knowing about Folk. He knew about the constants deaths because hes a death god, duh, but he didnt use their names like crimson did, possibly implying they're erased upon death so thoroughly that only crimson and the constants can really recall a shattered constants' existence, not even the other guardians.)

Abilities of the guardians can be replicated by mortals through three apparent methods- through machines (dimensional bus, the time machine, presumably J0hn's part in Sephiroth's resurrection,) simply through advanced enough individual skill (Home MD curing death, potentially Dantoinette's universe portal travel, maybe Genwun's sped up time bubble that evolved them into Genfour? although that could very well have just been an illusion and theyre just like, a fuckin theater kid that was doing pretend character development for the Bit or something given GenFive turned out to be a zoroark) or through stealing some of the power of the relevant god (Dr. Order stealing Chartreuse's power, Dani maybe having stolen some of Crimson's when she beat his ass. Dani's one woman universal travel is like, wicked ambiguous)

Cobalt:

Can seemingly perceive or act through any living material. (The Tree. Cobalt instructed Larry to slap his hand on that tree, that shit glowed and he had a new deal tattoo without Cobalt ever having been physically present)

Can influence the resurrected by giving them a killing urge. Represented by an aberrant brainwave and a ringing in the undead's heads. This doesnt appear to be direct control- as the Grunk could clearly restrain himself from killing people that genuinely didn't deserve it (like nightly and cha cha, who WERE grunk event targets but not fatally so. Nagito was a crimson thing so it really doesn't count here. God poor grunk his life really is just a constant plaything in the hands of the gods huh) and Sephiroth very much had personal motivation to want to kill Folk. failsafe activates this ability on the scale of war.

Deals. The extent of what Cobalt can do with these is unclear but Iggy's god powers were taken from him as his part in the deal so what he can take isn't limited to physical things or things obviously related to his domain.

Weaknesses:

Deals. While this ability is impressive his preference for making deals for those that offend against his domain is potentially very exploitable- Larry's knowledge of the cure for death is, if word of it were to ever get out beyond Larry, wildly dangerous for this dimension, so technically the safest thing for the iron-fisted cobalt to do would be to nip the problem in the bud and get rid of him. But, fascinatingly, that wasn't even put on the table, the first thing Cobalt does is threaten J0hn, prompting Larry to make a deal. While Cobalt enforces death, he also doesn't like unnecessary death, and Larry demonstrably knows how to keep a secret for the good of the world even at great cost to himself and Cobalt is aware of this- easily clarifying to Larry the aberrant thing endangering the universe wasn't his timeloop business. So while he's clearly not letting his resurrection fuckery go unpunished, he's being pretty merciful when he doesn't have to be and from a strictly, brutally pragmatic perspective probably shouldn't be.

His control over the undead manifests as a ringing and an aberrant brainwave trackable by J0hn's equipment, and could probably therefore be accounted for and circumvented? J0hn has, wisely, largely sworn off fucking with people's brains after the sephiroth fiasco went So Wrong, So Very Wrong, Oh God Oh Fuck Someone Cool Almost Died, but if he hadn't, and if J0hn let his dislike for authority and keeping Larry safe outweigh reason like he let safety, spite and comedic value outweigh good ethical sense when reprogramming sephiroth, in theory Mr. 'hacked a time machine for breakfast?' could. y'know. probably do it. what is a god's authority to an anarchist, what better to challenge life and death than the cold and eternal machine, you get the point its a fun scenario

Olive Garden Breadsticks and Small Cute Dogs, apparently

Chartreuse's:

Time Clones: taps into parallel timelines to retrieve alternate versions of herself to utilize.

Time Travel: what it says on the tin. Travel to the past creates painful splits in the prime timeline, but through careful action and traveling back into the past, these can be weaved into a time loop. A split from the timeline is a wound, and a successful timeloop is the surgical scar it can become with attentive care, to use a medical metaphor. Carefully closed and healing. Keeping Folk here is essentially akin to chartreuse pulling out her stitches on the initial incision.

Time Stopping: creates a space wherein things that take time to complete cannot complete, where things can move, but everything within is in a perfect unchanging stasis until the bubble drops. This is the form her failsafe takes.

Timeline Creation: can create timelines from scratch.

Can fuse alternate timeline versions of the same individual to allow them to coexist. (Ryan's confirmed in the discord that Dantoinette experienced both failures in 20, because Chartreuse fused the two instances of her to save the post-raid instance from fading. Could... theoretically do this to Folk and save herself the pain, but while Folk and Therapuppy are the same person, there's seven years and untold amounts of difference deriving from the time and circumstance between them and the inherent cognitive dissonances that would result from attempting that would be wicked fucked up to inflict, and that's assuming there isn't some reason that it wouldn't be possible anyway. while the two Danis had like. A day or so's difference between them, so she could be safely fused with the only dissonant thing being that she remembers both being too slow to prevent order's time escape and beginning to dissipate post-raid, AND losing that fight to her pre-raid. RIP Dani, that perfectionism must be kicking her ass)

Weaknesses:

Unwilling to use her powers destructively in her pursuit of domain repair and thereby much easier to damage to the point of paralyzing her, making her particularly vulnerable to Power Theft

Morally Optimistic. At one point in 19, she briefly justifies Crimson's shitty evil actions to herself after experiencing for herself how Wack the kerfuffleverse is firsthand, ("and all he did was kill a couple people!" Chartreuse. Honey.) and when she fights Crimsonaut she seems to actually believe for a second that he's actually worried about her when Crimson asks if she's okay after he beats her. Additionally, as D+, she concerns herself with trying to understand doctor order's motive, and after Larry defeats Order, he makes a point of confirming she feels no remorse before making his request for what Chartreuse does with her, and appeals to the idea of letting Order fulfill her desire to be a god in a way which isn't a problem for anyone and Chartreuse is more than happy to oblige under these conditions after what Larry's done for everybody. Then immediately threatens to evaporate him for playfully teasing her about having a crush on folk. Fucked up a little bit

Crimson's:

Universe Shifting: Travel between universes.

Universe Correction: appears to replace an aberrant individual with the 'correct' version of themselves for that universe, presumably sending them back to their own. (Mario from super mario was universe corrected, but still seemingly exists in wario form as evidenced by smashup kerfuffle, and was simply temporarily replaced with his corrected universe counterpart. But like. The dimensional bus system is still active crimbo doing the Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me routine aint gonna work if they can come back with a shrug and bus fare. you're fighting the symptoms without treating the problem)

Universal Constants:

Three individuals per universe that serve as the pillars which stabilize said universe, created by absorbing red orbs Crimson creates. Becoming a constant grants power, but also makes the constant fragile, and death wipes them from the face of the multiverse, only crimson, those he's possessed and the other constants seemingly able to recall they ever existed, although some physical evidence is still left behind (Larry's record of Nagito's death, which is just as redacted as everything else relating to him but still is very much something Larry has. Kind of a Voidfish adventurezone type beat ironically enough? Taako really has seen all this shit before no wonder he peaced tf out)

To counterbalance the weaknesses the constants have, they have a sort of spidey-sense to alert them to danger, and an intrinsic bonded connection to their fellow constants, and additionally, Crimson apparently doesn't suffer any pain from the death of constants or the structural instability of a universe.

Possession: what it says on the tin! Seemingly can only be done with permission to living things- none of crimson's direct hosts seem to have entered that agreement unwillingly, Valentine lost a bet, Hamburger and Crimsonaut have been by all evidence intentional allies to Crimson- but electronics are fair game, as seen with The Guy's suit. Kinda curious how that rule applies to bitches that are half and half, like J0hn or the clonebot gang, as its unclear whether The Guy's suit was yoinkable without permission because it was mechanical or because its not sentient. could go either way but if it's the former that's potentially very frightening

Fusion: Two individuals from alternate universes can be fused into one shared body which can take on aspects of either depending on which is currently in control. (possibly allows someone who traveled into a given universe to become a fixed resident there without it being an issue for Crimson, whose job is to prevent interdimensional travel?) Monday Mark and possibly T.O.M. are our main examples.

Corruption:

Unpleasant As Hell and can even kill you instead of changing you if you cant handle it.

turns the corrupted individual into a twisted exaggeration of themself, allows them supernatural control over their shape, and makes them very difficult- if not impossible by traditional means- to kill, based on Garfield.

Subjects them to control by Crimson, but can be exorcised of this influence just like crimson's direct hosts can, although the supernatural changes to their physiology are seemingly permanent, judging from Shantae.

Notable Weaknesses:

Exorcism can be performed to free a possessed or corrupted individual of Crimson's influence. Its unclear how exorcism works/is learned in CPUK, but confirmed exorcists: dantoinette and yung papaya's snake dad, confirmed non-exorcists: folk

The universal constant orbs are physical objects so they are Very Stealable and they grant a power boost so theres literally an Incentive to beat his ass for anybody who wants to be strong and either doesnt know or doesn't care about the whole 'getting erased when you die' part

Crimson has lots of tools to create pawns, but all of them have drawbacks. Corruption could kill a potential pawn, possession generally seems to require permission, and he has no control over the constants' choices and actions

Manipulative bitch's highest stat is charisma and it shows. This motherfucker is selling snake oil. If he was mortal rather than a Whole Entire God he'd make an excellent ineffectual saturday morning cartoon supervillain and i think everyone, including him, would be happier for it, ngl

Something interesting ive realized that likely wasnt fully intentional, is that a lot of Dr. Order's creations, considering her motive, can kind of be sorted by a color god it appears to be a crude attempt at mimicking the abilities of. My Grunk is a poorly executed resurrection, the clonebot gang vs chartreuse's timeclones (this one deserves special mention because Chartreuse used this shitty attempted mimicry to her advantage with D+, very smart and ironic play, excellent job Treusy,) spirits are somewhat similar to universal constant orbs (orbs which can be absorbed to grant power, but which have physical repercussions- key differences being that spirits require activation and grow stronger while attuning to a user without being used, and having far less severe drawbacks, taking a heavy toll on the body, but only once they've worn off and without the risk of wiping yourself from the face of existence,) and she also augmented Perfect Spriteman and Larry, which kind of track as crude imitations of Crimson's corruption!

Garfield was an acerbic cat who loved food and hated mondays, now its an actively malicious ever-hungry amorphous entity whose only weakness is monday and whose only consistency in form is 'cat-like.'

Shantae was (to my extremely limited understanding of shantae,) a friendly heroic type who had to introduce herself often, and she became something akin to a biblically accurate angel that can *only* introduce herself.

The Grunks a tough but sweet and supportive single dad with stage presence and a tendency to fly off the handle when he or his family are slighted, and now he gets so hype in the audience when his son does well that he bursts into flames and ascends and we get random grunk events along with the associated murder charges when he gets mad and the target sucks enough that he doesn't hold himself back from killing them.

Perfect Spriteman and Larry fit the trend of exaggeration of already present traits- Spriteman fucking loves sprite and became something that only thinks about sprite, and Larry the Florida Man, characterized from minute one by unpredictability and who spent his first matches in the series pre-shapeshifter transformation staying alive keeping stocks for Shockingly Long even despite getting seventh, became literally physically random as well as developing the ability to regenerate, albeit with the ability to feel pain normally very much intact, unlike Garfield just... Soaking up damage like its nothing in his pursuit of Jon. The fact that Arbuckle legit defeated Garfield, even temporarily, is terrifyingly impressive honestly that dude is fucking built different for being so chronically bland

i dont think they're actually corrupted in any meaningful way we have to worry about, to be fully clear, Spriteman was cured with fucking antacids, i simply think they could be a fucked up attempt at making something that kind of seems like it from a functional standpoint, from the wannabe god doctor that brought us green clones whose only fundamental association with time was accelerated aging and who thought an actively rotting corpse thats just reanimated enough that it can throw hands was as good as curing death

[r0zez-in-bl00m]

~ 𝓒𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 ~

Looking more like a boy

🍎 Epel x fem!reader (fluff) WORD COUNT : : 1.5k

Description- Epel loves his beloved very much, even though they look more manly than him. But what happens when he tries to become more manly himself?

Epel loved (y/n) more than anything he ever had loved before, not only him but his lover knew that too. The whole Pomefiore dorm did, Vil was very happy to see them together though he would comment on one flaw every time this topic was brought up in his presence.

 Only one thing's wrong in their wild relationship, is the perplexity of finding out which one of them is a boy or a girl. God, (y/n) always had to assure him that not to get so overboard on these pathetic matters, but that guy wouldn't have it. Epel gets so angry when someone confuses him with a girl while he's somewhat embarrassed that his girlfriend was so strongly built.

 Even Mr. Vargas sometimes gave an example of her to teach the students to build muscles, Vargas rarely compliments someone else other than his egocentric self on the concept of muscles. But (y/n) begs to differ on that matter. "Mr. Vargas is more female following, I guess." 

 Insecurity is highly available in the love market. Epel dragged, literally dragged, away (y/n) when some delinquent/ jock randomly flipped his arm on her during Magift practice. Be prepared for a long lecture in a very cute voice by the little apple, pun intended. Expecting a change in accent when he started talking was crucial. 

 "Why?! Out of all people . . ." "Ain't I enough for ya?! You don't like me because I ain't muscular?"

 Then there were coddling moments, (y/n) crushed Epel into a hug," God, my idiot boyfriend . . . if I liked muscular guys would I go out with you in the first place?"

 The girl teased him a lot though for his switch in accent. "You sound like a little lion sometimes. . . Kingscholar would be jealous." The apple boy blushed a lot with (y/n) whispering in his ear or touching his face.

 To match her girlfriend in every way Epel tries a little too much than expected.

 One day while experimenting in the laboratory along with Jack Howl for their assessment Epel was multi-tasking with another book hidden under his desk and reading the book which was based on magical pharmaceuticals for the second-year level.

 By chance, Jack spotted the book and scolded him for cheating. Immediately Epel got a switch in his persona and was bomb-barding over the 192cm wolf with his southern comments while spilling his beans at the moment. 

 "You're trying to make a potion that will make you more muscular?" Jack muttered in disbelief, he couldn't fathom at first that why would a cute Pomefiore require such a potion in the first place.

 Epel, being Epel, switched to his regular façade in an instant and was stammering like mad as a hatter. "Oh, !-! I-it's just . . . so t-that I can look a b-bit . . . more masculine... f-for her." It wasn't hidden from anyone that (y/n) (l/n) and Epel were dating but Jack never expected him to go this far to read and understand a high-level medicine book. Jack merely scratched his head, confused about what to say next, "I think Vil-Senpai once told me that taking a body development potion can cause a lot of strain to the body as well as the mind. . ." Epel had his head down, pressed against the desk, "I know that! It's just it's kinda weird that (y/n) looks more like a man than me." 

 Feeling like a good puppy that Jack is he decided to help Epel with the potion considering that it was of vast complexity (and we know that our Tsundere puppy would never admit that he is doing this by heart lol).

    All afternoon Jack and Epel spent their time researching and putting all sorts of herbs and potions into the cauldron. "Epel, focus closely on how the color changes. We don't want to create trouble for ourselves." Jack instructed while putting another herb as designated in the book. Epel nodded," Understood."

 Slowly the color started to fade into a vicious color of red, thick and rich. Jack and Epel both peered down to take a closer look. As the book said it would be welcoming at first glance yet the trick of the potion was to figure out which part was truthful. It hadn't yet been figured out that when was it best to consume the potion. Many theories were concocted for its usage; 'drink it when it turns out a bit bluish', 'it'll smell like rotten eggs at first,' 'don't drink if it's still milk-white,' such and such. 

 "How will we figure out that the potion is drinkable yet-"Jack said, he turned his head only to be at the verge of losing it. Epel was already gorging on the drink, the liquid falling on the floor at each gulp. "E-Epel?! What are you d-doing?" But by then it was already too late. 

 The potion was all gone and all was left was to see if their hard work bore any fruit. Laughter broke out a minute later. "Jack!! I can feel the power surging in me . . . . God, it's amazing!" Jack was baffled, then knowing that everything was alright smirked a little at their success. But then something struck him, Isn't potion supposed to make him taller? Then why is he shrinking... 

 His realization was as late as ever. A poof of purple smoke surrounded Epel and within the blink of an eye . . . vóila! The apple had turned into a cat; A pretty cute one to be exact.

 His eyes were big with their same blue irises and were staring adoringly/in confusion at Jack. "Meow?" Jack took it as 'what the hell happened?' As much as he wanted to lecture Epel the Cat, he couldn't. Stan cuteness.

 Jack cursed the time he decided to be a good puppy and help Epel out, now he was in big trouble than anyone could anticipate. The terrifying image of (y/n) wrathful face started to haunt him, he was sure that Epel had the same thoughts. With swift arms Epel was under Jack's protection, they both headed towards the hall of mirrors to the Pomefiore dorm.

 But but but . . . the goddess of fate had taken a little vacation. In their hurried state they were spotted by the person they both least wanted to see right now.

 "Hey, Jack!!!" 

 "Goddamn it!!" Jack muttered angrily, this couldn't have been the worst time to be killed right now. (y/n) approached him at an unprecedented speed Jack could've reciprocated. He was done for. "What up bro—oh who's this?" (y/n) gazed at Epel with the same affection she would give him when he, you know, is not busy as a cat.

 The girl patted the cat's head, "Is this your pet, Jack?" (y/n) asked. His face flushed red at that question alone, so did Epel's, but in this case, it was his snout. "Uh . . . no . . . (y/n). It's not my pet. . ." Jack stammered, and hard. That day was no good for him. "It's not yours? Then maybe Ruggie's? I've seen him quite getting along with Lucius," the never-ending string of cat-related questions continued with Jack stammering like a fool and Epel losing his shit.

 Finally, in anger, he leaped in (y/n)'s arms. The girl was taken back a bit but materialized because of Epel's soft purring. "It's strange. . . Epel does the same when he's having a rough time. Burying his face in my arms then falling asleep," (y/n) laughed. "Which reminds me . . . have you seen him anywhere?"

 Be prepared to see a dying Jack any minute. 

 A guy, then, approached the group in a hurry, "(y/n)! Vice prez of Octavinelle is looking for you." 

While being dragged away (y/n) called out to tell her if he gets to know anything about Epel do let her know. God bless the anonymous dude who unintentionally saved Jack Howl from being slaughtered. Epel looked relieved too, that and a little triumphant purr.

 Then their venture towards Pomefiore continued. Upon reaching everyone in that glittering dorm showered Epel the Cat with love which was already less required but was, later on, were saved by Vil Schoenheit.

 Jack ushered Vil into a corner with Epel still secured in his arms and narrated the story from top to bottom.

 "YOU WHAT?!" Nobody could understand why their simply composed dorm leader lost his cool all of a sudden.

 Vil already made plans to clear out his afternoon to lecture Jack and Epel thoroughly tomorrow for causing this blunder, but Epel Felmier had to be saved. That night Jack again spent his entire time looking through the potions book with Vil brewing the antidote. Never in his life, Jack went through so much Alchemy and he swore that whatever happened next he wouldn't touch a single Alchemy book (unless it's a test then we can't sue the wolf).

 But one thing was final that he was going to do something lurid to Epel as soon as he gets back to normal, or he isn't Savnnaclaw.

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[revchainsaw]

Nausicaa and the Valley of the Wind (1984)

Prayers and Salutations Cult Members! I am your mysterious minister Reverend Chainsaw and this is another nights revival service at the Cult Film Tent Revival. I bring you a special word tonight. Tonight's word is about a person who roamed the earth, in a time where people were backward and warlike. A leader emerged into a kingdom full of eschatological expectation. This leader came preaching peace, and was killed for the sins of the world, but was resurrected. In that resurrection a new hope was brought to the planet, and true healing through the power of love in the face of violence is made possible. I am talking of course about Princess Nausicaa from the Valley of the Wind.

The Message

Nausicaa and the Valley of the Wind is the film that put studio Ghibli and Hayoa Miyazaki on the map. No animated feature this grandiose and epic had been achieved by 1984, as much as Disney may beg to differ. The tale may be simple, and it may feel super 80s to us today, but Nausicaa is a masterpiece, and the fact that Howl's Moving Castle is brought up alongside Princess Mononoke and Spirited Away more often than Nausicaa is a farce and a tragedy.

The film takes place on a fantastic planet that seems to have suffered the ravages of an apocalyptic war. A war that involved gigantic warriors with powers so devastating they about made the entire planet inhospitable if not uninhabitable; save for a few areas. The fall out of this ancient war has left the earth in a state of repair, where the natural processes of a planet healing has creating giant toxic jungles.

Beyond these jungles lie two imperialistic factions, they seem almost to be city-states but it's not terribly clear. The Kingdom of Tolmekia, a militaristic proto-fascist society of almost Spartan sensibilities. Tolmekia is governed by the ambitious and cynical Princess Kushana, But I like to call her Furiosa. Just like Furiosa, Kushana is physically missing parts of herself, a visual metaphor for her metaphysical lacking and the parts of her humanity she has cut away. Kushana's world view is one of fear, a fear that can only be quelled by waging a genocidal campaign against her enemies.

Speaking of enemies, the Athens to Tolmekias Sparta would be the Pejite Kingdom. The Pejites might like to view themselves as simply responding to Tolmekian aggression, but the narrative of the film, and the story told quite visibly on the body of Kushana, is quite different. The Pejites are just as bloodthirsty if not more palettable in their approach, but like the Tolmekians, they believe only their own lives have any value. And thus, in this theatre of war, a Giant Warrior from the ages before is unearthed by the Pejite Kingdom, Stolen by the Tolmekians, before the forces of nature themselves, seem to conspire to drop the Giant Warriors "egg" right into the Valley of the Wind.

The Valley of the Wind is populated like the world of Avatar the Last Airbender, that is mostly of children and the elderly. The people of the Valley have been able to remain untouched by the ravages of war and the toxic jungles of the damaged world primarily due to geographic luck that's explained in minor exposition in the film. They are ruled by a King, and they are all deeply enamored by their beloved Princess Nausicaa.

Nausicaa is a gentle soul. She is kind to animals, she is empathetic, unreasonably patient, and bears pain and grief inflicted on her out of cruelty with a saintly understanding. She really is a thinly veiled Christ figure, scratch that. There is no veil. But she's also my favorite Christ figure. She does not preach a message, as much as she tries to save everyone from their own short sighted goals. She is not perfect, she does lash out and do some fantasy sword fight murder, but she regrets her actions so deeply that it seems to have played a part in motivating her to become even more compassionate and patient with the evils of the world.

Nausicaa discovers yet another plot by the Pejites, who are afraid of the possibility of the Tolmekians awakening the Giant Warrior, to use animal cruelty to enrage a group of almost invincible giant insects known as the Ohm. By luring the Ohm into the Valley of the Wind where the Tolmekians have become an occupying force, they hope to completely wipe out everything that threatens them. The Tolmekians DO awaken the Giant Warrior and pure pandemonium ensues. Nausicaa manages to save the Baby Ohm and calm the rage of the bloodthirsty Ohm swarm, and to defeat the warlike tendencies of both the Pejites and the Tolmekians. All the while fulfilling a prophecy fortold about a messianic savior figure called the Man in Blue.

Now that you have heard the Gospel of Nausicaa, please stand to receive The Benediction.

Best Character: Half a Person

Now that I've spent the better part of this review gushing about our Lord and savior Nausicaa. I have to admit, she's at times a bit too perfect, a bit too saccharin. Even her flaw, or her one weakness and her failing to be perfect, just adds to the perfection. I can't even say she never makes mistakes cuz she made one, and that's infuriating. It's even more infuriating that I still think she's a great character. Normally this kind of thing really kills a hero. Most Chosen Ones are the most boring and least likeable characters in their narratives. I don't know how Nausicaa avoids this trap, but she does. I'll have to do some meditating on that.

However, just like in your typical Chosen One fantasy narrative, the hero is a lot less fun than the villain. I'm going to say the best character in Nausicaa is Kushana. I want to be like Nausicaa, but I don't understand her. She's almost alien, even though we learn all about her. Kushana is mysterious, secretive, and enigmatic, yet I understand her. She barely has an arc, she doesn't really change. She's cold and cynical to the bone, but I don't need to see much of her situation to completely understand why she is the way she is. I usually hate totalitarian bad guys, but Kushana I like. Sue Me.

Also fun fact, did you that Nausicaa means 'Sinker of Ships'. That's kinda fun.

Best Scene: Spoiled for Choice

I'm going to be lazy and say take your pick. There is really not a bad seen in this movie. If the action isn't going, then there's intriguing dialogue. If there's no dialogue then you may be about to get hit with a forceful burst of whimsy. There's horror, there's swordfights and aerial dogfights. The only thing in Nausicaa I don't like to see, is the bloody tortured Ohm Baby. It's like a god damned Sarah Mclachlan commercial.

Best Creature: Foxy Shazam!

The Ohm are so simplistic yet so detailed. The number of eyes is alien, but the way they are used is expertly expressive. Who'd think you could get me to love what basically amounts to a silverfish with the intensity that I love a kitten. How did Miyazaki pull an Okja with a creature that should be haunting our dreams? I don't know.

And what about the Giant Warrior! If you are an Evangelion fan then you probably already know that Hideaki Anno designed and animated the melting goopy biomechanical beast. Surely a sight that would make both H.R. Giger and Clive Barker giddy with excitement. Just the image of the silhouettes marching amidst the desolation of the old world is burned into my brain.

So which of these is the best creature from Ghibli's first outing? It's fucking Teto. It was always gonna be Teto you idiot. Just look at Teto, he's adorable. He's too cute to exist. I'm so alone. I need a pet.

Best Character Design: Tolmekian Regalia

I originally included this category to talk some about Kushana, however, at that time I also thought I was going to say Nausicaa was the best character. I thought hard about deleting it, but I think it's a different category and you can't accuse me of playing favorites because my favorite character is clearly Teto. Just to keep it simple. It's the two costume shift from full military regalia in white and gold, to the one metal arm, warrior princess get up. It's a great costume and a great look. Get on this shit cosplay nerds. It's great for Cons in Canada, you have to think about layers, and you can't keep going as Mr. Plow. It's lazy.

Best Excuse to Talk About Patrick Stewart's Character: Lord Yupa

I just realized that I was about to write this whole review without talking about Lord Yupa. Lord Yupa is a sword saint and all around badass I think a lot of entertainment, especially in the west is lacking bad ass old men. Lord Yupa particularly shines in the early half of the film as a warrior and as a wise council to Nausicaa. If she's Jesus then Yupa is John the Baptist. He is also voiced by the elegant and eloquent Patrick Stewart. He also comes with 2 chocobos!

Worst Character: For Whom Asbel Tolls

This might also be the worst actor category as well. Actual Cannibal (haha meme) and actual monster (haha real life) Shia Labeouf doesn't so much act in the role as he read the lines and it was recorded. The good news it doesn't effect the film too much because Asbel is completely forgettable. He is a catalyst to some of the action, but besides that I don't really care for him.

Worst Aspect: To Be Fair ...

It would be unfair to completely ignore anything negative about Nausicaa. I have already mentioned in many places that there are some pretty corny, or pretty predictable tropes to this movie. But what I can't capture in words is exactly why it feels fresh when it's done in this movie. I suppose that's what makes it good. It's just so good that it's weak points are lifted up by it's strengths. Some people may bored of Nausicaa's unyielding goodness, or that she very rarely chooses to take action as much as she chases and pleads with her surroundings, but I mean, she does pay for that eventually. It's a fantasy story and it hits a lot of timeless themes that have been hit in stories for as long as human beings have been telling stories. Some people may feel that it doesn't do enough to stand out.

Summary

I have defined the S tier for myself as "near perfect and personal favorite" films. I like to think that Nausicaa and the Valley of the Wind is near perfect. Some may say that it looks like it might just be a personal favorite. In the case of Nausicaa, I'm having a very hard time telling the difference. I think it would be overly simple to claim that Nausicaa is just an ancient archetypal heroes journey with an 80s anime coat of paint. I think it's doing quite a few new and interesting things with that formula, those things are just playing out all around that narrative as opposed to being at it's center. For a first full length outing by the studio, you can really see Miyazaki's heart and the values he holds close to. I'll repeat myself so that we are completely clear on the matter. I think Nausicaa and the Valley of the Wind is a near perfect movie.

Overall Grade: S

[katsukikitten]

A/N Hello all and welcome to the seven day event! I have a few more slots open if you all would like to leave a request! I've decided to start off with Daddy aizawa from a request from @jordan102791 that has been long neglected! So please leave a like reblog or comment if you've enjoyed!

Bodies flood the busy streets, shoulders slumped in attempt to shield themselves from the howling wind, all the while reminding Aizawa why he hates coming into the city.

The biting winter wind picks up, carrying with it the sounds of a cry for help.

mew

mew

Aizawa's ears perk at the pitiful sound that barely echoes in the alley he's passed.

"I don't need a cat." He grumbles to himself and as if on cue another meow rings out. This time much more desperate than the last.

MEW

He pushes on, heart beating in his chest as his head thinks up all sorts of terrible scenarios, all the while the weak little meow echos in his head.

He sighs turning on his heel as he backtracks towards the small cries. The meow getting weaker and weaker as he gets closer. The small space quiets as he stands in the mouth of the alley as if all the sound were swallowed. He let's deft eyes roam over the piles of stinking trash and buzzing flies.

mew

His ears twitch, straining to hear the tiny creature until finally he spies a box moving. He approaches hand picking up the damp cardboard box to reveal something similar to his horrific thoughts.

Despite being a hero things that are sad and hard on the heart never get easier. Cold eyes dull themselves to the sight of the momma cat and the siblings lying still slightly frosted over as they lie on top of one another.

The kitten's small eyes are blurred from hunger and cold, barely opened as it desperately tries to nuzzle its mother for milk.

"Hey there little one." He soothes as the baby cries more just fitting in the palm of his hand. Giant moon jade eyes stare into Aizawa's soul begging for help.

He swallows thickly, gently sticking the kitten into his warm inner chest pocket, feeling the little being vibrate in the new fur lined oasis. Aizawa carefully wraps the other cat and kittens in his linen restraints heading straight to a park for a proper good bye.

He stands over the mound of dirt, vision threatening to blurr over the small tragedy. It's ironic, he has seen plenty of deaths, witness some people's twice in a sense, he could hardly shed tears then but over cats he barely knew they threaten to fall. Just as the snow does overhead. Suddenly his chest brings vibrating again serving as a reminder as to why he set down this heart hardening path.

No matter how big or small, he wanted to save lives. Was going to save lives.

It's just hard to bear witness to the fact that he cannot save everyone.

His gloved fingers slip into his chest pocket to give the little kitten a few scratches as he speaks.

"Let's get you checked out little one." His eyes flash to the time on his wrist. He bows to the mound before trudging through the frozen earth with burning muscles back towards the city.

Shouta finds himself in front of a small old brick building sandwiched between towering skyscrapers. The building looks warm, inviting as the picture window illuminates the darkening sidewalk with soft yellow light. A skinny man with a dog much too large for his frame stands at the counter. Smiling even as he fights with his overly excited dog.

Then he spies you, his heart skips a beat in his chest, he thinks to turn around. Not ready to deal with the ghost who stands behind the counter. A face he almost forgot.

But how could he ever forget you.

"Like an endless night sky..."

Shouta stares in for another moment, a small mew encourages him to step inside what was the closest veterinary hospital at the time. The old wooden door chimes over head as the long dark haired man makes his way in while the large dog barrels past him.

"Ah I'm sorry Brutus is just so excited about the snow!" The skinny man smiles warmly, straining as he's pulled along by the choking dog. Shouta tries harder than ever to keep the sneer off of his face. It's not as if he *hated* dogs, they just weren't his cup of tea.

As he steps up to the counter he sees you standing there. Smiling warmly in a set of black scrubs with little pink paw prints littered across the fabric for design.

"Hello and welcome!" Your smile becomes impossibly bright as you handle a blue clip board, "Are you here to make an appointment? I don't believe I've seen you here before."

You fight to keep the blush off of your cheeks as he is by far the most handsome man you've seen. Not to mention the way your stomach twists when you look at his scar, pulling an inkling feeling from the depths of your mind.

Did he look familiar to you?

Maybe? But only because you see thousands of faces a month since moving your office to the city.

Aizawa says nothing, feigning disinterest as he pulls the kitten from his pocket and sets it on the counter. The tiny thing shakes a little, meowing for warmth, staring at Shouta as if he betrayed it.

He swallows thickly almost choking on the guilt. Your small hands scoop up the shaking ball of black fur, tilting it this way and that as your eyes glow all before cuddling it to your chest with one hand. Your other has a pen scribbling across an exam sheet before it is poised near the top.

"Name for you, love?" You ask softly, blinking away what must be your quirk as the brilliant color fades. He wonders if your personality is always this flirty.

"Aizawa Shouta." He watches with cold eyes as his name takes form in your swirling script.

"And for her?" You prompt, the kitten meows but you rock it gently. His eyes weigh heavy on the little kitten. He is quiet for a long moment as you give him time to think.

"I really don't need a cat..." You laugh at his response, your eyes flicker to his now agitated ones.

"I'm not asking you to raise her. I'm asking you to name her.

"Nozomi." His voice comes out breathy and something about his scruffy cold face melting just a bit encourages a wide smile to play on your lips.

"I like it. We will have to care for her for a few weeks since her condition is so severe." You turn the clipboard towards him to sign, "You found little Nozomi just in time."

Starless night eyes flicker up towards you in slight confusion.

"How did you know?" He remembers you blinking away your quirk. He had only guess that it could tell conditions of something living. Could you see the past too?

Suddenly he feels a bit vulnerable, biting back the urge to suppress your quick with his own.

"Lucky guess." You shrug, pulling back the clipboard, "Now I'll need your number."

You slide a post it note and a pen to him that he eyes suspiciously.

"For? She won't be my cat." He voice comes out icy but you press on anyway, looking up at a handsome and clearly caring man through long lashes.

"Oh, for me silly. How else will I be able to send you cute pictures of 'not your cat'." You smile devilishly to which his eyes seem to ice over more causing the feeling of rejection to settle in your stomach. Although you take it in stride as you offer, now, a more professional smile, eyes sliding to the clock.

"Well you can visit as often as you'd like if you even choose to. But now it is closing time. Mr. Aizawa."

You escort him to the door, his gloved hand slides over fur that matches his eyes before he sighs out turning his back determined to leave the little kitten behind.

He truly doesn't need a pet.

Tonight he dreams of two sets of eyes. Wide jade moons and your own vibrant color swim in his dreams.

Weeks pass as every Sunday Aizawa finds himself in front of the small brick building. Each time debating if he should go in. Why was he here? Just for Nozomi? Or was an overly flirty Veterinarian the cause for his return? Should he really be here? I mean he seriously DOES NOT WANT A CAT.

Or a significant other for that matter.

Yet he finds himself getting out of bed on his only day off only to be pulled back here stating in the picture window at Nozomoi lying on the counter and at you talking so sweetly to her. He feels tethered to this place and he cannot fathom why.

This isn't the first kitten or cat he's ever saved. You aren't the first person he's ever been secretly attracted too.

But you may be the first to keep feeling him in.

His hand finds the old brass knob on it's own, giving it a twist as the bell over head chimes. Bright eyes flash his way before your signature dazzling smile settles across kissable lips, delicate hands lifting the soft black fur to you.

He allows his signature blank almost exhausted expression to settle across his features as he speaks to you, hands ever stretched out for Nozomi.

Just as in life, hands always reaching out for hope.

He cradles this kitten that is so suddenly turning cat close to him. Settling in his now favorite oversized leather chair that basks in the sun by the picture window. He reminds you so much of a cat himself. His cold expression that can meld into content or even a hint of happy when his eyes settle over something he likes. You wonder if this is what keeps attracting you to him.

Every now and again you get a look of approving content that makes your heart soar. You let your nails bite into the palm of your hand as you push down such trivial feelings, especially when he had made it so clear that he is uninterested.

Customers come and go, passing by what is becoming the new normal. A strong yet lanky male in a black cable knit sweater, long hair pulled back in a messy manner, his scruff somehow effortlessly perfect. His long legs concealed in well fitted black jeans, Nozomi lazing atop his thighs. One hand rests on purring black fur while the other holds either a book or the days paper.

Your eyes find his scar winking in the sunlight often, in fact your eyes catch his content form more often than not.

You grit your teeth, setting down a file as you remind yourself over and over that he is just a patients owner.

He seems to be the loner type so why bother?

Well you bother because of the way his skin feels agaisnt yours even if it is a brush of your fingers as you hand over "not his cat" Nozomi.

You bother because you enjoy his smile that causes your stomach to knot and you want to bother because he just looks so calm and zen sitting in the over sized leather chair lapping up the sun as well as any cat would. Dark summer night eyes glance towards you causing you to turn on your heel. Heading to the back for coffee only to be disappointed to see the pot missing.

"Ah I forgot Brutus jumped up on the table...." You stare at the deeply grooved wood as the scene plays line a movie in your head. You sigh deeply as you gather your jacket for some much needed air and caffeine.

"Yumi I'm going to try to get some coffee since I don't have any appointments. Did you want any...." Your voice dies down as you push through the door to find a lobby full of waiting people. The jacket is shed from your overworked shoulders as you begin to assist the sudden burst of walk ins. You do not see Aizawa in his normal chair, only Nozomi whose turned into the standard office cat as she lounges in the fading sun.

You huff as your day gets seemingly longer.

Eyes crossing as the rush seems never ending before you come across the final familar face.

The slim man with his muscular dog Brutus barreling into the counter.

"Ah Dr. Y/LN. I'm so sorry to come, yet again to ask for help..." He seems shy, blushing even as Brutus slams heavy paws onto your scrubs. Attempting and failing to lick at your face as you scratch his ears.

"Ah Mr. Takahashi, it is no worry at all. What seems to be the problem?" The giant grey dog presses more weight agaisnt your strong frame threatening to topple you over.

"I...I..." His cheeks flush further as you look over the man who must be two years your senior. He never trips over his words when he speaks to Yumi. You watch his facial expression change as if he suddenly remembered why he was at your practice.

"I think he may have swallowed part of his bone. He just ch..chews on it so quickly I cannot turn my back for a second. I saw part of it was missing and got worried." You activate your quirk, watching the dog play with the tire toys you recommended two weeks ago before watching Mr. Takahashi pat Brutus on his boxy head.

*"Let's go for a walk boy!"* You watch him walk and he accidentally ends up here before you blink switching from the past to the present so you can see what truly is.

Only the best dog food digests in his stomach as his intestines work normally, nothing lodging in them nor his throat.

He barks for a treat and you oblige giving him a biscuit before you turn to your accident, worrisome customer.

"Worry not as he hasn't eaten anything he shouldn't have! You may want to get going. He's going to have to make a pit stop on the way home." You wink as Takahashi blushes furiously signing away at the clip board before the giant grey dog catches sight of something outside. Rushing for the bustling city dragging his owner along.

The bell chimes over head at his departure as you sink onto the counter pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes until you see stars.

"I'm about to clock out. Is there anything else you need from me?" Yumi asks as she locks up the filing cabinet. You shake your head no while her soft hands collect her jacket to fight against the biting cold.

Still pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes you groan loudly into your empty office.

"Uuugghhhh."

"Rough day huh?" A smooth voice asks causing you to jump out of your skin. Vision still blurred from the abusive pressure. As you blink away the fuzzy galaxy you have created a fine creature stands before you.

Tall and brooding as he always is, Nozomi hops from his shoulder onto the counter. Your eyes follow the movement and spy two cups of coffee.

"Ah you didn't..." You blush furiously as you stare down at what has to be a cell phone number. "Wh...what's this?"

"Its my number *silly*. How else am I supposed to send you cute pictures of Nozomi?" He mocks your usually playful tonewith a cat smile plastered on his lips before he leans closer pressing a small kiss to your forehead. He leaves you stunned as you rack your brain for memories or signs that he likes you.

"Well you can visit as often as you'd like." He scoops up Nozomi with one hand and his coffee cup with the other before he gives you a toned back.

It's only after the bell has chimed overhead, leaving his retreating silhouette does it all come back to you.

His scar.

The taste of smothering smoke pushes down your throat as your mind dredges up memories long lost to trauma.

Of strong cloth pulling you out before strong arms wrap around your waist as you faded in and out.

A shaking hand pressing up to a handsome soot covered face as you caress softly.

*"Like an endless night sky..."*

Your breathing hitches as you claw at your throat, the burns on your shoulders screaming from the memory of your 21st birthday five whole years ago.

Of the night you died in his arms.

And then came rushing back clawing through the zipper of a black bag with no recollection of the night before.

Only the distant memory of smoke and endlessly stunning starless nights.

[neoarchipelago]

Her Teacher (Teacher!John wick x reader) SMUT

AN: I don't know what's this honestly… I don't know… I just needed this so there you go... I advise you to listen to the Spotify playlist while reading..

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Word count: 3 909

Warnings: SMUT +18 SEXUAL CONTENT

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You were lost in thoughts, staring into the void as your mind ran wild. You were supposed to be doing a philosophical essay for your philosophy complementary class, on the subject of 'what is temptation?', but perhaps you had recently been too close to real temptation to focus on writing it. You were in university, for the third year, in history. You were specialized into the two worlds wars and you had decided to take on a special class on the revolution of Russia and the consequences it had. You have been damned since the moment you walked into class. That your eyes had met his eyes. He was handsome, his dark brown eyes, compelling. His hair falling over his eyes when he wrote something. The way his black shirt seemed to perfectly design his muscles underneath. 

Yes. He was attractive. But you had seen attractive teachers and felt nothing at and mostly, always managed to find time to focus on your work. But things had started to get confusing when you had gone to see him in his office, asking about a particular point of the lesson you wanted to be sure of. You had talked to him, getting into the subject and losing sense of time. You had realized with horror that you spent a good hour talking to him and it was dark outside already. You had apologized, but he shrugged it off, saying it was worth the interesting conversation. He had smiled at you and you had melted on the spot. But that wasn't entirely the reason that you had been so absent minded recently. No. 

You had seen him a few days after in the hallways. He had asked you to pass by his office a few hours after to pick up something. You had obeyed and knocked on his door after all your classes. You had been happily surprised to find out he wanted to lend you some books on the subject. You had noticed the wonderful leather binding of the books and asked about it. The surprise was even bigger when he told you he binded books. You had left after a long conversation about it, the books kept tightly against your chest. 

The days had passed and you had found yourself completely falling for the books that you had read non stop. You remember wanting to retrieve them to their rightful owner, but Mr Wick was missing for the next few days. You had worried first, but then felt silly. When he came back however you had worried even more. He had a few bruises and scratches, and looked tired. You had walked in his office, and closed the door behind you. 

"Mr Wick… I wanted to give you those back…" you had spoke, slightly taken aback from his injuries. 

"Oh yes. Have you finished those?" He had spoke, naturally. 

You nodded, humming in response. 

He walked over to you, taking the books from your hands, his fingers brushing yours softly. Your eyes roamed his face and he looked at you. 

"Sir… are you ok?" You had asked, no longer being able to hide your worry. 

He had smiled and let out a soft chuckle. 

"You shouldn't worry about me miss (y/l/n). I'm fine, this was just… a small adventure in the woods that didn't go as planned." 

You had offered him a small smile, not entirely believing him but being unable to push the conversation to deeper lands. You couldn't deny he looked extremely sexy though, almost dangerous. A thought crossed your mind, wanting to make sure he was fine and find an excuse to see him again. 

"I'm sorry, sir… I needed to ask you a favor…" 

He had looked up at you and this time your heart skipped a bit, his dark eyes scanning you. 

"I have… an old book that I would like you to fix… is there any way for you to-" 

"Of course. Pass by my office to drop it. I'll see what I can do." 

You had smiled again, and excused yourself before walking out. 

The next day you passed by his office dropping the book. He had assured you he could easily fix it but it would need a new cover. You had let him do whatever he wanted with it, too lost in the glimpse of creativity in his eyes. You had almost stared in awe and froze when his eyes stared into yours. The air seemed to shift and you shivered, his eyes seemed darker than before. You noticed the closeness between you two but none moved. Your skin was screaming for his rough hands to touch it and you wanted to kiss him. You had mentally slapped yourself and ran out of the room, apologizing and blurring out some excuse. 

You had walked home lost in thoughts. You two had a lot in common and you adored those hours spent talking about everything and anything. The way he spoke with his husky voice and the way he smiled. You couldn't believe you had let yourself get so interested in him. But scolding yourself didn't help at all, it got worse. 

The days after that, you had tried not to see him as much, avoiding him, but everytime your eyes met in the hallway his eyes looked at you differently. The same dark gaze he had sent you before you escaped his office. You tried to simply smile at him but you felt your own self craving more and more his presence. You still fought as much as you could, even trying to speak to some boys from your class but you had noticed how he had looked angry in class when he saw you sit next to another guy or even talk to some boy in the hallway. Yes you could see the fire in his eyes every time he saw you with someone else, and you wondered if you were going insane yourself, wanting him so badly. 

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You were shook to reality again by your friend. Oh yes. The philosophy essay. 

"Hmm yes, what is it?" You asked looking at her.

"Are you alright? You've been lost in your little world for a while now. " She said with a chuckle. 

"You're right… sorry Leia. My mind's been busy… with some… things. But it'll pass." You simply said. 

"Well I hope you do, cuz you spent the entire hour dreaming and now we got class."

You gasped in horror, you had wasted and entire hour lost in thoughts! 

"Come on! Get up! We'll be late for mr Wick's class!" 

You froze and took a second before reacting. You had his class right after this. You took a deep breath and took your books and stuff, walking out of the library with Leia. You were still confused on everything but tried to shake it away. You walked into the amphitheatre taking your seat next to her. You felt someone sit on the other side and smiled at the boy. Mr Wick walked in and silence fell. He looked around and his eyes fell on you and the boy next to you and you were sure you saw that dark gaze for a second before it vanished. Class began and you struggled to keep focused on what he was saying. You bit down on your pencil as his eyes scanned you for a second, he didn't interrupted his class yet you could feel his eyes on you almost the entire class. No one else seemed to noticed, it's like he had a skill of being extremely discreet, so only you could feel the sweet torture.

It was messing with your nerves. You felt hot just by him scanning you with his beautiful brown eyes and you knew he was doing it on purpose. The class ended and as you could still feel his attention on you, you purposely smiled at the boy next to you and walked out with him. You let out a shaky breath as soon as you were out of the door, and heard Leia run to you. 

"Hey sweetie! Mr Wick asked me to tell you to pass by his office after your classes." 

You stared at her and nodded.

"Thanks Leia." 

What was it for? You felt anxious now. You couldn't bare spend a class with him, where you were surrounded by so many students and you didn't feel controlled enough to be alone with him in a small room. You had no choice, he was your teacher. You sighed and went about your day, your mind always running over the future meeting. 

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You had finished your classes pretty late and it was already dark outside. The air was cold and you regretted wearing that flowing red skirt. It was too cold even with your thigh high socks. You shivered and knocked on the door of the teacher's office. The grumpy 'come in' made you frown but you obeyed in anyway. You closed the door behind you and watched him. He was busy correcting a paper, his hair softly falling on his face. He was frowning and you notices how he was wearing a simple white T-shirt. You bit your lip as you stood there. You were however growing impatient. Who did he think he was? Did he think he could do as he pleased? 

"Excuse me? What did you ask for me?" You spoke out loud. 

The dark look he sent you as he looked up made you freeze and your breath hitched. You watched as he put down his dark red pen, and leaned back on his chair, still eyeing you darkly.

"To give you this back." He spoke leaning to the left, grabbing something from one of his desk drawers. 

The rough sound of the book hitting the dark wood of the desk made you jump. It was your book, perfectly fixed. You first gasped, then bit your lip, before blushing furiously and looking back up at him. 

"T-thank you…" you whispered stuttering and ready to leave. 

"One second. I'm not done with you." His tone was low and you shivered.

The air was suffocating, you weren't cold at all anymore, you were burning. You watched, unable to take your eyes off of him, as he stood up, walked around his desk and planted himself in front of you, leaning on his desk. 

"Your grades have lowered. I'd like for you to focus a bit more on your next paper." 

His words reached you. Of course you've been absent minded recently and your grades obviously showed it. 

"Oh. Yes, i've been absent minded recently…"

"I've noticed. But boys aren't an excuse." He cut you off. 

You frowned looking at him. Boys? He thought you were sleeping around? 

"What?" You spoke. 

"You heard me." He simply answered. 

"Wait. That's not what it looks like sir…" you spoke, feeling hurt for a second. You didn't want him to think of you like this. 

"You don't have to explain yourself. You're young-"

"No!" You interrupted in a yelp, the pressure almost unbearable. 

You stared at each other, the air was so tense and you had a hard time breathing. You took a step forward, and he straightened himself. 

 "Sir… I swear it's not what it seems… I have been absent minded but it's not because of boys…" you felt silly for trying to explain yourself. He didn't need to know about your private life but, you needed to explain yourself. He had been the only thing on your mind, not the boys who walked around staring at you.

"It's not?" He asked, looking at you, almost relieved. 

"It's not! Well.. it's been a boy…" you confused yourself with your own words, and he frowned, his hand tightening on the edges of the desk, his knuckles turning white. 

"I don't want to know." His tone was cold and you were taken aback. He stood up and you panicked. Your mind didn't have time to catch your train of thoughts, and you stepped forward once more, now only a few inches from his, gaining back his attention.   

"It's you! I can't keep my mind away from you!" You half-yelled, almost looking pained. 

"Excuse me?" He asked in a frown, that you wonderfully ignored, too busy with your rant.

"I've been completely and entirely lost in thoughts because of you! Not any boys, no one else! I don't want you to think that I could have been having sex with any of them!" You spoke out.

"Miss (y/l/n), stop." He warned you, clearing not enjoying you speaking those words, the thought of you in some boy's arms was driving him insane. But once again, you didn't even notice it. 

"I can't possibly want them to touch me, when all I want is you!" You spoke again, your eyes lost looking at everything but his face as you were trying to gather your thoughts. 

"(y/n), STOP." His tone was now threatening, but you failed to notice once more as he spoke your name. 

"I've been unable to focus on anything because I'm entirely Captivated by you, our conversations and I've been dying for you to fuck me!" Your eyes finally met his and you actually let out a moan from the way he looked at you. 

His hand reached for your throat and the other around your waist as he pulled you in roughly for a kiss. His tongue tasted of bourbon, not a lot, probably just a few sips and you moaned loudly. The hand around your neck kept you in place, choking you, yet not entirely squeezing, letting you breath completely well. The other hand reached for your thigh under your skirt and pulled you closer to his body. You could already feel his arousal and your mind went blank. When he pulled away he eyed you darkly, his hand still around your neck. You weren't scared one second. You were begging for this and your doe eyes showed it. He let his forehead rest on yours as your breaths melted together. 

"No one. Can know about this. You hear me little one?" His tone was low but serious. 

It slightly hurt you, but you knew he was right, no one could know about what was going to happen here. 

"Yes sir…" you nicely obeyed. 

He groaned and let go of your neck, his hand joining the other as they slid over your ass to squeeze it. 

"Good girl…" 

His lips met yours again and you melted away. Letting your arms rest around his neck, the passion from the kiss making you forget the place and time. You felt his hands roam your body and you moaned into his lips. He broke the kiss to spin you both around, until he could have you against his desk. He reached for your thighs and pulled you up to sit on it, your legs wrapping around his waist immediately. You pulled him down for a kiss again, and his hand reached for the aim of your white shirt. You only pulled away so we could pass it over your head and throw it somewhere around the room. You were guiltily getting addicted on the taste of his tongue and it felt like the purest sin. 

Your hand passed underneath his shirt to caress his abs and chest and he groaned again. You needed more, wanted more. You rolled your hips, making him fully understand it. It didn't took long for him to pull away and unclasp you black lace bra. The cold air made your nipples harden, and his hand cupped one, letting his thumb run over it. You moaned, closing your eyes. Even like this, you could feel his eyes burning onto you. His other hand reached for the back of your neck, pulling you back, and holding you in place. His powerful grip made you shiver, and you felt his rough beard on your chest, his warm breath making you gasp. The loud  moan you let out made him stop right after he grabbed your other nipple in his mouth. 

"Not a sound baby girl." His tone was not giving you a chance to discuss this. 

You bit your lip trying to suppress another loud moan as he went back to give attention to your niples. Your hands grabbed the aim of his shirt, pulling on it. His tongue was rolling around your soft skin, making you feel those hot waves of pleasure and you could feel yourself getting wetter. You felt yourself get braver and let your hand wonder to the bulge in his pants. You let your hand pump him through his pants but your hand quickly flew up to your mouth as he softly bit down on your niple, enough to blend pain and pleasure and make you almost scream. 

Your little teasing had made you make him reach his own end of patience as he pulled away. You held yourself up with your arms and watched him. In a second he took of his shirt and threw it over his head. He almost looked angry, his actions torn between roughness and sweetness. But you knew he was craving this just as much as you and none of you had enough patience anymore.  He pulled you down from the desk and spun you around. You felt one of his hands behind your neck and the other on your waist. 

"Down." His tone commanded, as he applied a bit of pressure behind your neck. 

You obeyed immediately, shivering when your skin and breast met the cold wood. You couldn't see him anymore but you bit your lip when you felt his fingers run up and down your thighs, getting nearer and nearer to your wet cunt. You pulled your ass up, being too impatient at that point. He immediately met your expectations, his fingers running over your slit through your already wet panties. 

"Fuck." You heard him whisper. 

You closed your eyes and moaned when you felt his fingers pull away the fabric and finally touch you properly. A finger sliding in, pumping and you were biting your lip trying to shut up. He added another finger and you let out a moan a bit too loud. He pulled his fingers away and you whined. 

"If you keep being loud i'll have to stop." He spoke roughly. 

"I'm sorry sir…" you whined again.

His fingers went back to play with you but never sliding in at all. You moaned out, trying your best to keep quiet. 

"S-sir please… I-I need you…" you pleaded, truly losing it. 

"I Know baby girl. Enough playing." His rough tone made you moan and close your eyes. 

His hand left your skin and you heard the sound of his belt. Your nails scratched a bit on the wood as you were anticipating what was coming. You gasped when you felt the tip of dick at your entrance. But he didn't move. 

"Are you sure-" 

"I'm begging please!" You whined, immediately. 

Your breath caught in your lungs as he pushed himself inside you in one move. The low moan he let out made you even more turned on. He grabbed your hips and pushed back out before pushing back in again. You were moaning, trying to be as quiet as possible, his pace slow at first. 

"Fuck… please…" you moaned under your breath. 

He didn't need more before speeding up and this time it was getting much harder to keep quiet. The sound of skin slapping and your muffled moans filling the room. You were already close and you almost whined. This was too fast, not yet… you wanted more. But he had already felt the way you were getting tighter around him. He leaned down letting his arms wrap around your body, one around your waist keeping you in place and controlling the pace, the other getting his hand around your neck. He sped up again and it was almost unbearable again. The hand around your neck shifted place and closed around your mouth muffling the loud moans you weren't even trying to hide anymore. 

You were feeling yourself fall off the edge and you rolled your hips. He had already felt you get near your end.

"Come on baby girl… I want to feel you cum around me.." his husky voice said, right next to your ear. 

That was all you needed to finally explode. You closed your eyes and came hard, screaming against his hand. You felt your senses blur out for a few seconds as the waves of pleasure washed over you, with an orgams much more powerful than any other you had experienced. He was still ramming into you but his thrust were getting shakier. He was getting near as well. 

"Can I cum inside you honey?" His own breathing was shaking.

The only thing you managed to let out was a whining 'please' that he immediately accepted. His thrusts got much deeper and he groaned as he came deep inside you. You moaned loudly again, your eyes still closed. He thrust into you a few more times before finally stopping. Silence fell and you could only hear his shaking breath, and your own heart pounding in your ears. When he pulled out, a minute later, you clearly feel the cum dripping out, the only thing entirely reminding you of what just happened. Your mind was in a haze but damn this couldn't be erased from your memory. You heard him walk around the room and you struggled to hold yourself back up, your eyes still closed a bit as you were catching your breath. 

You felt his hand run through your hair and the other spin you around.

"Hey hey… look at me." His tone was much softer, the roughness of the moment almost lost. 

You blinked your eyes open and let yourself drown into his obsidian ones. 

"Are you alright darling?" He whispered, his hands cupping your face. You nodded away, earning a soft chuckle from him. He pulled away and you grabbed the desk not to fall down to your knees. You watched as he gathered both of your clothes. He gave you your bra and shirt that you managed to put back on, you don't exactly know how. You watched as he slipped his t-shirt back on, the muscles of his back rolling underneath it and you found yourself biting your lip again. No no no… this should have made you let go… not become totally addicted. You grabbed a tissue from the tissue box on the desk and cleaned the drops on your inner thighs while he looked outside of his door for any possible witness. You threw the tissues to the trash and took a deep breath. Your eyes met his and you both froze in silence, the reality of your actions finally hitting you. 

"No one can know. (Y/n)." He simply spoke a bit coldly. 

You felt your chest burn suddenly. It was just sex, what were you expecting? Cuddles and a coffee? You nodded, trying to blink away the tears who were suddenly burning your eyes. You quickly grabbed your bag and walked passed him towards the door. 

"(Y/n), wait.." you heard. 

"Don't worry. No one will know mr wick." You spoke coldly before running out. 

You were too deep down now. And obviously, you had forgotten your book in his damn office.

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