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kazerielle · 2 months ago

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Luminous

Chapter 1

Keith Kogane x Original Character

Keith Kogane isn't unfamiliar with the existence of the reaper. Grievances from grim visited him a little too early for the comfort of his childhood to be savored. Despite his indifference, he held life with careful hands and held the yet to be reciprocated few close to catch before they get taken.

James and his so called entourage provoked the turmoil Keith tries to suppress, as per usual his temperament got the better of his jurisdiction and he started to throw a fist. At the moment, 1 vs 4 doesn't look too promising for triumph especially if the passerbys all turn blind.

The teachers choose to turn thier heads and cover their ears from his battered state. They validate their notion that such a recalcitrant child deserves that kind of treatment in order for him to be bended by their influence.

He narrowly squirmed out of their grasp and ran towards the suasive easement of the rooftop where anyone hardly took the leisure to stay idle and bask in the sun. He went there to relax, to let his newly earned bruises to set in, to take a breather, and surely the sight that greeted him took his breath away.

White socks soiled. Her milky brown hair danced along Zephyr, doused by the rose of noon, with determined furrowed brows, she is about to pull a crazy stunt to retrieve something dear: sausages cut as octopi, rice dressed with seaweed, a group of raw fish known as sushi, and soy sauce on the side to complete it.

A meal prepared by her father was taken by an audacious flying thief. She had to take it back. Moments prior, she had thrown her shoe at the bird but miserably missed and so she attempted with her remaining shoe. Trying to aim with precision and accuracy and she succeeded with doing so, the bird took a solid hit by her platform shoe. It decided to take a rest at the lower ledge of the building. Which led to an absurd looking rescue mission that can be interpreted the wrong way if you're on the ledge of a rooftop with no shoes on.

Before he could yell out his concerns that got stuck on the back of his throat for the past reactive minutes upon seeing the girl, his legs ushered him to sprint. She wasn't for him to hold but his hand tugged at the hem of her shirt with desperation like their history was something worth begging for.

Her mouth let go of a yelp, his actions startled her focus.

"Don't do it please." His voiced cracked under rigid breathing. He could hear the deafening pounding from his chest. The distance he ran from the doorstep didn't reach a two digit meter radius for him to feel this exhausted, for his knees to shake, and for his vision to become blurry.

Truth to be told, if it was any other, his adrenaline wouldn't have spiked as rapid as it did. He would've tried to talk them out of it first. Dumbfounded by the accord of his own body, he cannot fathom the reason as to why he's terrified. While she on the other hand is dumbfounded by his sudden interruption.

"I was just about to kebab that squawking nugget." She grumbles in disappointment, watching her prey flee along with her container, spooked by the commotion. She gazes longingly at her lunch as it flaps away, faltering on its way. She looks down at the beseeching form of the boy whose hand still clung to her shirt. She stared at him, her eyes demanding answers.

Regaining composure, he loosens his fingers one by one until he croaked out an apology. His eyes deters from the intense frustration of her magenta glare. Judging from her evident display of irritation his assumptions were incorrect, he took the scene as dire. It was indeed dire for her growling stomach which broke the awkward tension from building up further.

But before either one of them could address the starving matter the the sharp and repeating ringing of the school bell pained their ears.

"Just to set things straight, I wasn't gonna kill myself." A blunt reassurance from her before she ran off back to their classroom with only her socks gave Keith the yes to finally sigh in relief that he has been holding in.

Entering the boisterous room suggesting miss janet is yet to arrive for her classes after lunch, Keith immediately got halted on his tracks by a harsh pull from his collar to a violent push to the wall.

"Has your mother not taught you that ignoring others is extremely rude?" He brought out his condescending mockery for everyone to hear.

"Oh right.."

"You don't have one." His voice lowers before him along with his cronies obnoxiously guffawed. Everybody else was silent. They wanted to scold the brunette for all the harassments they'd put Keith through all this years but none of them dared defy him, they dreaded becoming his next punching bag. Their silence only fueled his conceit to keep looking down with arrogance.

Irritation brewed from her empty stomach and onto her senses of understanding and the thread that held her patience. Her ears taking in the aggravating existence of James, especially his laugh, her last will power to get it together snapped.

Eivryn sat in the first row, next to the window in front of Keith's seat so normally it would take some time for her to exit towards the door. But now, she couldn't careless about the disarrangement she caused. All that was in her mind was to sack james and ready a six feet burial for his followers to attend.

She didn't even take her chances with grabbing his collar, she immediately went and gripped at his neck. The sheer force caused his body to lose its balance and he stumbled on the ground. The swift pull on his marrow sent him paralyzed for a moment, he could move shortly after but the subconscious knowing of fear refused. Looking up with undilated pupils was all he could muster.

"And hasn't your father taught you that picking on the weak makes you look more pathetic?" Her voice low and cold. Although to portray the scorn he jeered earlier, her tone came more like a threat than a lighthearted joke. James' sidekicks were on the side along with their other classmates as they just watched the chaos unfold, they couldn't do anything due to shock.

His body stiffened, Keith knew he was incapable of fighting back for the time being but hearing that from her pained his pride more than Griffin's constant ridicule.

"Oh right..."

"You're doing this to get daddy's attention." She was looking down at him with disdain. James could see the hollows beneath her lashes as well as the faint red covered by a substance meant to conceal. He knows her for an ample amount of time to observe her usual docile demeanour and when it would expire. And he knows these past few days he has been obliviously testing her patience. Today was the last of it.

"All you do is squak your insecurities at others, keep that up and I'll be the one to personally kebab your mouth shut." Remembering the cackling crow, she couldn't help but let go of all self restraints she had on herself. And just in the nick of wrong timing, Miss Janet appears, appalled.

She expected Keith to be the one running errant as he usually does in her point of view. But no guesses were made that Eivryn, the kid who barely talks to anyone would go threatening others by their necks.

"Eivryn! We're going to the principal's office, now!"

#voltron #keith voltron #keith kogane #vld keith #keith #keith kogane x reader #lance mcclain #pidge holt #hunk garrett #takashi shirogane #allura #voltron coran #james griffin #zarkon

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loveisonlyforthebrave8 · 6 months ago

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Hey, hi! How're you doing??

First off, I gotta say you're my favourite Love Sea blog right now; I absolutely adore you. Secondly, because I have no one else to talk to, I was wondering if you noticed too how similarly abrupt the ep 8 NC cutoff was to the LITA PrapaiSky bathroom scene before the birthday disaster? Both moments are very charged, albeit in different ways. The PrapaiSky moment had such a tender scene cutoff that only made the subsequent break-up so much more painful. And MutRak's scene was just as charged, if not so much more, and it seemed like it was obviously leading to something and then it just? Flashed to the next scene??? Not to mention, there seems to be a solid emotional beat missing between that NC cutoff and the sweet kiss Mut and Rak share after Mut comes home. It almost feels like during the bedroom scene, Mut might have confronted Rak a bit further about the sudden distance he was putting between them again. It makes sense if during the high of sex, Rak ended up confessing that he likes Mut too. Especially if Mut openly expressed how angry/hurt he was. It would explain Rak's affection, tenderness, and not to mention, shyness during the kiss scene later.

I wouldn't be surprised if this scene has an extended cut in the boxset. There might not be, but I feel like it will. Either way, someone needs to write fanfiction for that scene.

Anyhow, thank you for listening! Love you, bye!

HELLO!!! HI! ARGH 🙈 THANK YOU. This is insanely sweet. I'm good thank you, darl- how are you???

I WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE WITH ALL OF THIS. EVERY SINGLE WORD. You're spot on. And I've also said similar things to a few others, but never quite this coherently.

It felt....unfinished, for lack of a better word. There did feel like a weird disconnect, which was EXACTLY the same feeling as the LITA scene.

Mame, for all her faults, usually has a really good grasp on her nc scenes and utilising them for actual narrative purposes and not just gratuitously, because they're mostly character driven purposes. This one felt like it needed more because you have Rak, who we've already established is a brat who likes to be in control, trying to take back the control he feels is slipping by avoiding the inevitable (that being his ever growing feelings for Mut) and he's doing so by blatantly goading Mut into action.

Now Mut is very good at understanding that Rak needs his space, and he's not one to overstep when it matters, but the man may be the greenest flag of all time, but he's also still human. And hearing the man you're quite possibly already head over heels in love with, threaten to 'eat' some faceless man when you're standing right there? Anyone would snap. What Mut is also very good at, is taming brats. Oops, sorry Rak. Your carefully curated need for control isn't always healthy, and you need someone to get you out of your head and into bed to loosen you up.

The tension in that scene was spectacular. It highlighted so beautifully Rak's willingness to actually submit, as he lets Mut not only physically hold him down with a half heart struggle, but to use words to let Rak know that if he allows it, Mut will give him exactly what he needs, but only if he wants it. Because Mut's 'What's it gonna be? Without your permission, I can't go ahead with it.' gives Rak a sliver of control back, letting that ball bounce back into his court. So to then have Rak chose Mut and then cut that pivotal moment short, the beautiful build up we'd been given tipped us over the edge but cruelly snatched us away mid-fall and we never got to hit that landing. It's sad really. Because the nc scene would have would have made perfect narrative sense.

And I also wouldn't be shocked or surprised if there was an extended cut in the boxset either. Let's hope there is. I need to see it.

Thanks for the wonderful message, love you too nonnie!!! Please come again! I love talking about this shit!

#love sea the series #fortpeat #love sea #rakmut

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the-heartstring-chronicles · 2 years ago

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For @para-amour and any others looking for P/C fic recs

These are some of my fave fics and authors so far:

Spontaneity by theramblinrose, I love babyfic and this story Spontaneity has one of the most loving and in character birth scenes of a P/C child where they are both present that I've seen to date in fic. You can find it linked below.

Spontaneity by theramblinrose

Then there is Cave Baby by Mighty_Oak_Roots. Basically Beverly watching "her friend and captain" Jean Luc handling an infant in an emergency situation and enjoying both his discomfort and his caring nature towards the baby in equal measure, with some longing for what could be and a cute last scene that definitely is romantic and potential family P/C. It can be accessed at the link below.

Cave Baby by Mighty_Oak_Roots

Now for two novel length fics

I loved Snow Falling Softly by Mackillian. I read it last year and was invested from the start. Without giving too much away, if one likes the plot we have this season with Jack, this is similar but on an extra intense level in terms of emotion, complexity and dynamics. It's set during TNG and It also allows Wesley to react to the storyline and process his own emotions about not being an only child and the circumstances! Highly recommend. It is however over 500 or so pages when downloaded as an epub, so even online, it is an all weekend read, at least. Link is below.

Snow Falling Softly by Mackillian

I had barely started In The Depth of Winter by Mackillian last year when I got pulled away by stuff in another fandom. It is the sequel to Snow Falling Softly. It redoes All Good Things in a way that centers the fallout from Snow Falling Softly. It seems just as good so I am looking forward to finishing it. It is 700 pages in epub though so it may need two full weekends to read. Link can be found below

The Depth of Winter by Mackillian

I am also including this single chapter vignette In Paradisum by Mackillian because it is the sequel to The Depth of Winter. I have not read it yet but skimmed the first few lines and the writing seems on par with the two novels. You need to read them to understand this piece. Link to In Paradisum ready below

In Paradisum by Mackillian

Now for authors from whom I recommend reading everything they've written for the pairing:

I am absolutely loving everything I've read so far written for P/C by pktechgirlus. The style is spot on and very emotional while also at times being humorous and steamy. My favorite so far from this author is the story "Never And Always" but all I've read so far are incredible. Some are semi explicit, some are not (Warning, not all end happily) Here is the link to the author's TNG fics,

pktechgirlus's TNG Fics for P/C

There is also one for them from the Picard era which I love too, you can find that below

Vignette by pktechgirlus

And finally, the author I feel has the most solid, in character grasp on P/C in totality. @ussjellyfish. I adore reading their work because they understand the multi facets and deep humanity that is at the core of P/C. They can both perfectly write P/C playing on the holodeck, or saving each other from certain death even by committing violence in defense of the other or breaking laws/oaths. They keep P/C's love paramount, but also allow for mistakes to be made by each and vulnerability to be shown. Even the way they write physical intimacy between P/C feels like P/C and not "insert couple here" and I usually skip sex scenes now because I've been in so many fandoms that reading those scenes are a dime a dozen , but not those written by USSJellyfish, they actually make me care about seeing these characters enjoy each other.

They have both long novel length fics for P/C that are part of a series. and shorter one shot pieces.

The novel series starts with the fic Fair Trade and is several novel length fics long. I haven't finished the entire series yet but I am enthralled by what I have finished of it.

And some of my favorite shorter fics of theirs for P/C are Kindling and Lifeline, both are hurt/comfort fics of a sort. Kindling is explicit.

As I said though, I recommend reading all of their fics for P/C so I am putting a link that leads to all of their P/C fic below.

USSJellyfish's P/C Fics

(They also write Beverly/Kathryn fic, Beverly/Deanna fic, Riker/ Beverly fic, and other pairings on TNG, Fic for several parings on Discovery, and for several on Voyager including Chakotay/Paris and J/C. so much to read!)

Happy reading everyone, I hope this list was helpful!

#picard x crusher #jean luc picard #beverly crusher #fanfiction #fanfic #fic recs

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fillingthescrapbook · 1 year ago

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Let's Talk About: Mentopolis and The Big Guy

Gonna be honest: while I loved the trailer of Mentopolis and have seen it more times that I can count with both hands and feet, the premiere of the latest Dimension 20 season wasn't as attention-grabbing as I was expecting it to be. Which is probably because this is the first time I'm seeing Brennan Lee Mulligan be a game-master for a non-D&D actual play and I'm just not used to it.

It does pick up as the episode rolls along though, and by mid-way I was in for the ride. It just… It took a while to get there.

But I'm not here to gripe about the show. I don't actually have anything to gripe about. Because although Brennan didn't have a hundred percent of my attention, he still had around ninety-five percent. (Which is still a lot considering I'm not great at focusing these days.) I do, however, want to talk about all the things I loved--

The puns! I was like Mike Trapp with every new name Brennan uttered, trying to figure out what the wordplay is. And we really have to talk about how Brennan is so great at capturing a personality with just a name.

The mystery and the noir of it all! We start the episode with a murder, and before we're done with the introduction of the characters, we already get the table-setting of the mystery. The projections and the lighting are really doing some heavy lifting this episode, creating such an amazing atmosphere that transports you faster into the goings on of the city. But it's also a testament to Brennan's brilliant brain that there's no question which genre we're playing in: with his movement, the character voices he employed, and the way he unfolded the story and the relationships of the characters.

And finally: the players! I already knew Siobhan Thompson was gonna deliver the goods, and Mike Trapp is established to be just as smart and funny as Brennan--but this is my first time to watch the other players in a role-playing game and they are all amazing. Danielle Radford swings strongly with her (trailer-used) "a body! a body?" delivery and then goes all-out when she starts lobbing with Trapp.

Freddie Wong and Hank Green are fun, fantastic, and fearsome. Hank delivers one of the most solid intimidation scenes in all of the Dimension 20 content I've consumed so far--and he does it with a factoid concerning snakes and their dicks. It is exhilerating. But the episode's mvp for me has to be Alex Song-Xia. I'm not familiar with their body of work, but the way they played their character was just top-notch. You just want to hold them and hug them and tell them that everything's gonna be all right--even though you know things are about to get bad.

I'm already looking forward to next week's episode. Hopefully, whatever jitters Brennan had felt at the beginning of this episode won't be there--'cause he has nothing to worry about. He is good at this. I have no background with the system they're using this season and I didn't have a problem quickly grasping the concept of slick, sturdy, savvy, etc. And, after this season ends, I might actually start watching the non-D&D seasons on Dimension 20.

#let's talk about #dimension 20 #mentopolis #mentopolis spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers

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chocobosdungeon2 · 2 years ago

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Ive never seen Seinfeld. Everything I know has been through a slow cultural osmosis. I saw Bee Movie in theatres and had 0 idea who Jerry Seinfeld was, so hearing Jerry talk just makes me go "whoa he really is Barry the Bee." I didnt know what Seinfeld was until I had a teacher that talked about it a lot in high school. I dont remember how I figured out its a sitcom. There was a poster of the characters in the Home Ec room that looked kinda Sitcom-y. Someone once showed me a GilvaSunner (the namesake of I was also utterly unfamiliar with) thing that turned into the Seinfeld theme expecting me to recognize it. They kept expecting me to react and i just sat there listening. So I vaguely know what that sounds like. That transitional baseline ive heard in enough memes to be familiar with. Tumblr has helped me understand the structure of its conversations through others emulating it for their own jokes. At this point I have a mediocre grasp on the major characters.. Jerry, Elaine (who I saw first in Arrested Development as that "blind" lawyer), George (funni baseball bat man), and uhhhh I dont actually know the scraggly guy's name I think and Im trying to not look anything up for this post. My wife watched a video about how Sitcom's handle death, as in the end of the series, and it was interesting so I watched it with her and it used Seinfeld as its primary case study. So now I know the basic plot of the final episode of Seinfeld and have watched the final scene. I kinda understand the character dynamics but my grasp isnt solid enough to attempt to describe. I know it takes place in New York.

#seinfeld #jerry seinfeld #sitcom #uguu #my life #barry the bee #bee movie #wtf do i tag this as lmao

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orlafilmblog · 2 years ago

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The Performance – Shoot Days

Well a lot has happened since my last post… and by a lot I mean we wrapped the film! My head is all over the place but overall I am so happy with how everything went. It was a (mostly) stress free shoot and I have come out the other end eternally grateful for the amazing talents that I had the pleasure to work with (I have also come out the other end absolutely EXHAUSTED but it was worth it hopefully)!

Leading up to the shoot I had meetings and auditions and rehearsals and eventually I felt prepared. Or as prepared as I could be! I had a heavily annotated script (see my previous posts) which I felt allowed me to have confidence in myself. If anyone asked a question or if I was ever unsure, I knew I could turn to my script and find the answer somewhere in my mess of notes.

DAY ONE

This was always going to be our longest day as we were aiming to shoot nine out of the eleven scenes! Once everyone had arrived we sat down and I gave some form of inspirational speech that seemed to set the tone and we got to work.

The vibe on set was really positive, and as we were filming in my flat it meant we had a comfortable supply of teas, coffees, and snacks. Even when we were running really behind schedule, I still felt calm and under control. I was very aware that if I seemed stressed, then that would trickle down and effect the whole crew. So I tried to keep a level head whilst Jack (the wonderful 1st AD) did all the stressing for me. As I just said, we did fall quite far behind schedule. I think this was due to a few reasons: 1) It was our first day, we were getting into the swing of things, figuring out how we all worked together. 2) We overestimated how much we could shoot in a day. 2) We underestimated how long some of the set ups would take. Our schedule was easily shifted to allow us to film scene 2 and 3 on the Sunday afternoon instead, which meant everyone could get a good nights sleep. We could have pushed to get it all done, but I think that would ultimately had a detrimental effect on everyone.

I felt I worked with the actor Millie really well on set. I have worked with Millie since we were 15, yet this felt like one of the first times I was properly directing her. I feel I have finally got a strong and solid grasp on what my role is as a director and how I apply that to working with actors. Millie is a very talented actor, and I felt my direction was able to help get the best performance from her.

My uncertainty around my role came into play when working with camera. I am unsure where the line is of what I help with and what I don’t. I was more than happy to be moving lights and helping out when Eva needed it, especially when we needed to speed up a bit, however I’m aware this isn’t ‘my role’. I just felt it wasn’t right for me to sit at the side whilst the camera team set up.

Speaking of the camera team, they were fabulous. I could sing Eva’s praises till the cows come home. She is so talented <3 I should also mention that Katie redesigned my flatmate David’s room into the most lovely pink room I have ever seen! Her input was invaluable.

After the final crit I’ll write a post about each member of the crew in detail, because my god they are all amazing!!

Anyway, overall I felt Day One went really well despite being behind schedule. Everyone worked well together and we filmed some great stuff 😊

DAY TWO – REHEARSALS

I started Day Two with two hours of rehearsals with Millie and Alix. This was the first proper in person rehearsal I had run for The Performance, and I was nervous going into it. My main goal was to make sure the actors felt they knew the blocking like the back of their hand, and also to make sure they had a strong understanding of each line of dialogue. I began by briefly talking about the script and characters, but we didn’t spend too long on this as we had had individual online rehearsals talking a lot about this. We moved onto discussing Scene 7 (what we were shooting tonight). We talked about the importance of the scene and the headspace each character was in. We then went through the scene line by line, discussing the aims and intentions behind each. I would get Millie and Alix to read out a short section of dialogue, then we would discuss it, I would give some direction, and we would go again. Each time we would build upon it by going from the start of the scene up until where we had stopped. I feel this was a good way for the actors to understand not only the individual lines, but how they all fitted together to create a fuller emotional journey. Once they were comfortable with the lines, we added in the blocking. I knew how important it was for Millie and Alix to feel familiar with the blocking as I didn’t want them to have to think about where they were moving next during their performance. We paid specific attention the how the hug at the end was going to work, as Millie voiced concerns about hugs often feeling awkward and looking unnatural. I left the rehearsal feeling a lot more confident about the upcoming filming.

DAY TWO – SHOOT

During the afternoon we filmed the scenes that had been moved from the day before. These went extremely well and I am so glad we didn’t push ourselves to rush them, as I feel they are some of my favourite moments in the film.

We quickly got packed up and headed to our outside location. We had two lovely first years called Sam and Monica join us, and they were super helpful to have on set! We decided instead of shooting in front of ATIK, we would shoot across the road in a side street as it was quieter and more visually interesting. The actors arrived as we were setting up, and I ran through the blocking with them in the space. We also added in some crew as extras just to make it slightly more realistic. Despite the cold, I feel once again the vibe on set was great. We met very few challenges with ease and wrapped on time! I think I could have pushed myself more in terms of giving feedback to actors. I found it hard to focus on the image and the performance and everything else going on, so I often would forget any thoughts I had during takes, which wasn’t great. In the future I think I would record very brief notes during takes as reminders.

Then we had a day off! (well, ‘day off’ from shooting)

DAY THREE

This was it! The big clubbing day! I had no idea how many extras were going to turn up, so I just had to cross my fingers and hope for the best. We arrived on set for 9:45am, with the expectation of being let inside Cab Vol at 10am. Cut to 10:10am and we are still not in, and I am beginning to panic. After lots of frantic emails and phone calls, turns out the guy was just running late. It was non-stop from the moment we got in. We knew we HAD to but out by 5pm, so ideally we would have to wrap earlier than that. I had rehearsed with the actor Rosie online the day before, so I felt confident she knew what she was doing. I spent some time blocking the actors and the intimate actors and making sure they all understood what was going to happen during each shot. We unfortunately couldn’t get the sound working through the club speaker system, but Lucy had brought a little speaker and later in the day James Stevenson (our king and saviour) brought his guitar amp! I think not being able to get the sound system working through me off more than it should have. I should have just accepted it and moved onto more important things.

Extras began to show up and by the end of the day we had a good room full of folk! I am so thankful to everyone that came, it really made the film ten times better. The shots Eva filmed are gorgeous and I am so happy with how it all turned out. I think I did let some aspects of the scene fall through the cracks as my attention was divided into so many different things; I think I should have just taken 5 minutes at the start to myself to read through my notes and remind myself of what I wanted each element of this scene to do. But oh well, we wrapped EARLY?!

In summary…

My brain is mush. I really am so exhausted (hence why this post is kind of all over the place). I am really happy with how the shoot went, and incredibly proud of everyone that worked so hard to make my little gay women film. I think I still need some time to process and reflect. Bonnie and I are currently on Longboard Nights, but will be starting the edit asap when we return to Edinburgh. I am excited to see how the film can be shaped in he edit, and then how it can be taken even further with the sound design.

(i am so in love with everyone who worked on this xx)

#film project

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titlemewickedwonderland · 3 years ago

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Sucker For You - Joseph Quinn (One-Shot)

Since you all loved my last Joseph Quinn one shot so much I chose to brave another one for your eyes! Hope you enjoy it, friends!

He was stunned. The girl he had been dreaming about stood right in front of him. Perhaps, not dressed as beautifully as in his dreams but he could not get those pretty E/C colored eyes out of his head. He didn't get dreams very often that he remembered enough but this one was so persistent. For a good week, he seemed to have the same occurring dream. Perhaps not scene by scene but in every single one of those dreams, she was in it. With skin a smooth S/C and eyes a perfect shape and color as they kept solid eye contact as her companion spoke to her. Her dress was a modest maxi dress in the deepest shade of navy paired with a light-colored cream thick belt around her middle and matching sandal wedges on her feet which completed her look perfectly. Her hair was perfectly styled and glossy looking in a beautiful shade of H/C as it seemed to shine under the lights above and don't get him started on that beautiful smile occupied by a musical laugh. He was smitten and if he wasn't an actor with a good poker face in character no one would have known the wiser that Joseph Quinn was crushing hard on his interviewer.

She finished speaking with her colleague before that form graced the floor in his direction with that warm smile on her face as she extended a hand that sported a pretty charm bracelet on her wrist. "Hi, thank you so much for coming on short notice! Adam isn't very good at calling ahead, I generally like to call agents myself." her voice was soft and friendly as she beamed up at him; even with the 3 inch heel giving her an extra height she was still shorter than Joseph's 5 foot 10 inches in comparison.

But he didn't care at all as he looked down at her with a smile that could light the whole world and gentle puppy brown eyes as they looked down at her. He grasped her outstretched hand with both of his and shook it gently before raising her hand to his lips to press a warm kiss to the back of it.

"Oh don't think anything of it, love! I'm very happy to be able to do another interview!" he replied happily as he let go of her smaller palm so that he did not look like a creeper by holding it longer than needed.

The soft tone of pink on her cheeks was evident as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as her smile grew a little shyer. "Well, we are happy to have you Mr. Quinn! This is actually one of my first chances to interview solo so I'm a little nervous. So if I fumble during filming please just go with it." her laughter was shy and a tad bit embarrassed as she waved a hand around.

"Oh I'm sure you'll do amazing! And please call me Joseph!" the actor replied running a hand shyly through his chocolate curls.

The smile the woman sent him would have melted his very bones and made his knees go jelly but he was an actor so keep up that face was what he needed. When they finally got into position in front of a plague wall with the Stranger Things cover on the back and the man of the hour was comfortably sitting in his chair with a water bottle placed on the floor just out of sight. The woman took her own seat a respectable distance across from the man. She seemed a lot more nervous than Joseph and he couldn't help but give her an encouraging doublt thumbs up right before the camera began to roll forcing the female interviewer to mask the flush that spread across her body at his gesture.

"Hello everyone, thank you so much for tuning in today; welcome back to the show!" a bright welcoming smile graced her features as the camera panned to her face. "Today we have a very special guest with us today. Mr. Joseph Quinn himself from the hottest hit Stranger Things; Joseph thank you so much for taking the time to chat with us, we are so excited to have you!" her gaze turned to the actor as the back cameras clicked on showing the frontal view of the man himself who waved to the camera with charm

"Oh of course! I'm delighted to be here. Thank you so much for the opportunity!" he beamed

"Well if anything we should be thanking you for the time you're making to do this interview for us. Stranger Things Season 4 has pretty much blown all the others out of the water; it certainly blew Netflix up!" Y/N laughed before continuing as the actor nodded with a smile.

"Now you play a new character that's been introduced in Season 4; Eddie Munson. Can you tell me a little about what you had to do to get in the idea of playing such a character?" she asked tilting her head as her gaze lifted briefly from her notes in her hand to give the man her undivided attention.

"Yeah of course, you know I actually had thought about how I could make Eddie's character a little different than all the others within the show. Everyone's sort of brought their characters to life one way or another so when I was reading the script at the beginning I was coming up with ideas on how to evolve Eddie in some sort of way. I was actually talking with the brothers during script reading at one point and Eddie's character was actually written to be someone more grungy and a little more hardcore. But little by little as we were shooting the scenes I sort of improvised a lot of the way Eddie's character was portrayed and the brothers seemed to like it a lot more than the original idea for his personality which I thought was a nice twist." he replied; hands waving a little bit as he spoke

"Well he certainly took the hearts of so many viewers out there so fantastic job! Do you actually know the size and strength Eddie's fandom had created in just one season? I think it's overrun by any other character on the show thus far and that's saying a lot. Are you surprised that he's gotten so much love?"

A small little smile tugged at the actors lips as his tongue peeked out a bit and his face flushed happily at the praise. "Actually yes, I had gotten a small glimpse of it all and I can honestly say it's very humbling considering that I was originally afraid that my portrayal of Eddie's character wasn't good enough in the beginning but it truly makes my heart so happy to hear that he's such a beloved character by the viewers. It makes it very bittersweet and heartbreaking considering the outcome of his character." Joseph replied nodding thoughtfully

Y/N smiled taking a moment to nod along with him and glance down at her notes a bit but before she could ask her next question Joseph actually intervened when he spoke up again

"I had actually noticed that charm on your bracelet earlier before we filmed; it looks like a Stranger Things icon. Are you a big fan?" a little smile played on his face that was equal parts curious and happy.

Lifting her wrist up to view it herself Y/N beamed a bit shyly. "Actually yes it is! You have a sharp eye! It's actually Eddie's guitar pick." she stated with an almost embarrassed laugh.

"Ah so you're an Eddie's girl too huh? I knew those questions were a little personal." the actor teased making the woman playfully hide her face as the camera panned over to her.

"Guilty as charged! But the blame is all on you for such an amazing portrayal of such a lovable character Joseph! We are seriously going to miss him on the show; unless of course you can give us a little insight on whether on not he'd coming back? You know there are theories that Eddie's not actually dead." she commented with eyes seemingly a little more keen than an interviewer usually should have. The tall tale of her own fangirl itching to burst forth but a slow smile gracing his features slowly dulled the excitement as he replied with a shrug

"I honestly can't say one way or another. I was very keen on wanting to come back for next season but it's kind of hard to think on how - if the brother's choose to - Eddie would be brought back after his death scene. Of course I'd love to come back if they want me too but it's really up to them at this point. I was surprised to see so much love given to his character so I'd be honored to play him again if given the chance." he replied with a twinkle in his eye that Y/N couldn't quiet make out the meaning behind.

When they were done with the interview the woman began unhooking herself from her microphone but looked up when Joseph came over to her with a warm grin on his face.

"Thank you again so much for the interview. I'm sorry if I fangirled too obviously." she teased handing over the microphone devices over to a staff worker

"Oh no of course not love! I wouldn't have minded if you did." his cheeky remark made her laugh as she reached down to grab her water and take a sip watching him

There was some sort of pause between them as if they didn't want to end their time together but unsure of what to say next. When the woman finally gave a little wave and grabbed her things to leave with an excuse of needing to go Joseph finally jumped at his chance before it slipped through his fingers.

"Actually, Y/N. I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner, um tonight maybe? Unless your busy…" the adorable shyness of him made her grin over at him and squint

"I dunno if my boyfriend would like that…unless it's a business dinner of course but…" she trailed off and she could see his smile dropping a bit

"Boyfriend. Right." he hissing in a little breath. "Yeah um…" he was at a loss for words and Y/N couldn't help but laugh as she shook her head.

"I'm joking Joseph. I don't have a boyfriend." she grabbed her bag and pulled out her phone before holding it out to him expectingly "And I would love to go out for dinner with you."

The grin that he sent her made her world as he quickly typed in his number into her contacts. "That's great! For me that is." he laughed a bit he sent a text message to his number so that he had hers before handing the device back. "I'll pick you up at 6?"

She hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm, funny, sweet, and a gentleman. I think I hit the jackpot." she giggled placing her device back in her bag. "6 o'clock is perfect. I'll text you my address."

The actor gave her a warm farewell hug and the woman had to stop herself from inhaling his scent like a mad woman with her nose buried in his neck but damn did he smell good. When she pulled away she flashed him one more smile before turning to head out the door with him traling in tow. "I'll see you later than Mr. Quinn." she shot over her shoulder as they entered the hallway.

"Looking forward to it Ms. Y/L/N." was his cheeky reply before the pair began walking in opposite directions down the hallway with big smiles plastered on their faces and thoughts of just how well their night may go tonight.

#Joseph Quinn #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn oneshot #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x imagine #joseph quinn interview

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actualbird · 3 years ago

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Oh god!

I really love the poly headcanons they are so sweet.... (or don't but that's part of it and i think the tot boys+MC deserve all the love the world has to give).

But, liking it or not, our 4 beloved boys are kinda complicated (that's what makes them perfect). Plus I never thought about how people get in poly relationships. So i was thinking, how do you think they all get into a polyrelationship together?

(I really have no idea of how that would happen)

hi, two anons!! im glad you guys liked my nxx team polycule stuff!! i'll answer these in one go, my "headcanon" (in quotes because i think this kinda turned into a character analysis/minific of sorts HAHA) being what first anon asked, How They Get Together.

heads up, wc of this is 1.9k words long so buckle up for a bit of a read jfsjdfkjbf

because first anon, youre right!!! the boys are stupendously complicated which i love so so much but canon has also shown us clearly that each of the boys' quirks and habits and tendencies causes a lot of (mostly played for laughs) friction. the bickering, the backhanded insults, the "im the best one here" preening contests. theyre all SOOOO RIDICULOUS and it is hilarious but yep! the boys r complex!! and that means this beautiful ship, imo, has a lot of phases to get to the actual romantic relationship bit.

how they get together, in my opinion, starts because of mc.

not in the sense that she matchmakes them all, but like.

phase 1 of the nxx team polycule is this:

through being in love with her (which we all know the boys 100% are), each of the boys come to terms with their own flaws and weaknesses. it's very apparent to me in all the story thus far that these boys are flawed as hell, it's very compelling but even more compelling to me is how all of them also do intense mental gymnastics to Not Confront Those Flaws. like, marius is a dickbag always teasing and toeing the line of insincerity, vyn is a controlling mf who always tries to sway situations to his benefit, artem is so repressed to the point that he has genuine trouble with emotions, luke is a self sacrificial bastard and also a huge hypocrite about how no, actually, hes the only one that should be hiding his pain and being dishonest, no dishonesty from other people!! in the beginning of the story, all the boys have their flaws and seem to have just kinda...not addressed how those flaws are harming them and the people around them.

and then mc rolls around and they all fall in love with her. and she sees those flaws and she doesnt let them slide. she challenges the boys in her own ways to see another side of the situation, to acknowledge what theyre doing. she doesnt want to get rid of flaws, thats impossible and also not cool. she just has this beautiful hope for like, all of humanity, that goodness can prevail with the right work. so when she sees her beloved nxx boys, she believes that for them as well.

which leads to phase 2 of the nxx team polycule:

the boys, more aware of themselves, become more aware of each other.

they werent Unaware of the others of course. it's just that they didnt like...truly connect on a personal level just yet. they saw the other teammembers with their emotional armor and flaws and saw a wall that wasnt worth looking past.

but after mc makes them realize that hey, flaws arent the end of the world actually, it's alright and the person behind them may just be worth it, the boys like. end up understanding the others. A LOT OF THIS BIT IS UNINTENTIONAL, ON THEIR PARTS KJDSBFS. like they stumble into understanding each other by accident, they didnt plan it, but over the course of nxx investigations, it's inevitable that they end up seeing the depths of the others. i delve into this a little bit in my fanfic "filler eps of the lost gold" where the boys are just going thru their actions and then trip over another boy's fears or desires and through that, gain a deeper understanding mutually.

and with understanding, sometimes, comes trust.

phase 3 of the nxx team polycule goes like this:

everybody in this team, whether they like it or not, whether they know it or not, has a heart that wants to give love so desperately.

marius lives in a world full of snakes so he cant have his heart on his sleeve for his own protection. vyn wants to be seen as perfect and the heart is inherently messy so he holds it back. artem for a very very long time was focused on work and success and achievement that he neglected his heart. and luke has been giving love all his life in a sense but in a way thats hidden.

all these tendencies that are brought upon their life circumstances results in this: they want to love honestly but they havent been able to do this

until mc. and all of them want to push back whatever fears or patterns their life has instilled in them because they see her and see somebody so unwaveringly good that all their hearts begin giving love to her to make her happy and to make themselves happy as well.

but heres the thing. the boys dont just see mc. by this point, they have connected and understood and come to trust each other as well, and the consequence of that is that They Can See Each Other Now Too, Truly.

and heres the thing. all of the boys are unwaveringly good as well.

one by one, each of the boys realize that what they feel for the other boys in the team starts to...change. yeah theyre all friends, they pick on each other a lot of the time, but the bedrock of the relationship is solid and strong now. but when marius is with luke, marius sees a light inside of luke so bright that he seems unaware that he gives off. when artem is with vyn, artem sees a goodness inside of vyn that hesitates to make itself obvious and known because vyn is scared of getting hurt thanks to it. all of them see the other and their goodness and, unbidden, their hearts want to give love to each other as well.

and because theyre all a bit stupid in their own way theyre like, huh, weird! wonder why this feeling is so familiar! and yet i cant seem to name it...and then they all independently compare these feeling with the feelings they have for mc, a feeling they do know the name of, and theyre like.

WAIT.

THESE FEELINGS ARE...VERY BASICALLY EXACTLY WHAT I FEEL FOR MC.

which only means one thing: theyve fallen in love with everybody else

marius: //goes to his studio to Think and sees that a bunch of his recent art actually had little crumbs of these feelings already, etched into the brushstrokes and scenes. has an emotional crisis about it

vyn: //records a 1 hour long entry in his audio diary to examine and gain control of his feelings but by the end of the hour all he knows is that he wants to hold these people and be held by them

artem: //quite literally just bluescreens, artem.exe has stopped working, sits at his study and slowly, slowly, thunks his head down onto his desk, valiantly trying to ignore the fast pulse of his heart

luke: //manically vents about it to peanut who, by virtue of being a bird, doesnt get it. just keeps talking at peanut to get a grasp of it all and then lies down on the floor, overwhelmed

mc, sitting in her apartment watching some netflix: ...why do i inexplicably feel as if something very, very important has just happened?

phase 4 of the nxx team polycule is basically:

pining: extreme difficulty level

because pining is already hard when ur pining for one person. what more for an additional 3 more people. and those additional 3 more people are pining back.

and all these boys are SOOOO OBVIOUS with their romantic feelings, in their own special way. the way they show their affection to mc starts to bleed into their interactions with the others and everybody can CLEARLY SEE WHAT IS GOING ON, LOL, but also all the boys are too chickenshit to confront it, because if they confront it, what will even happen??? being in love with each other, all of them, thats going to be such a complicated fucking relationship, holy shit. it's 2030, yeah, being a polyamorous group relationship isnt completely unheard of, but sue them, theyre scared.

but mc (who i forgot to mention already knows of the boys' romantic feelings for her, shes just hasnt made a move yet on any of them because SHES IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THEM AS WELL and shes been trying to figure out how the hell to make that work, she cant bear to choose just one of them, she'd be heartbroken over leaving the rest of them behind) sees that the nxx investigation team is now all pining for each other FULLY and she kinda wants to laugh when she realizes whats going on because like, what are the chances? that this would happen? that they all found each other and their feelings fell into just the right place for nobody to be left behind?

theyre all scared, she can tell. and she is as well, she wont lie.

but shes always had a belief that goodness can prevail with the right work.

and love is one of the greatest goods out there.

phase 5 of the nxx team polycule:

It's Time For Communication, Baby!!!!!

the exact scenes of how this happens is a bit vague to me. it could go two ways: mc going to each of the boys independently to talk about feelings, hers about everybodys and his about everybodys as well. OR they have a fucking meeting about it all together and artem literally schedules it in his google calendar, or something.

either way, they like, actually talk about this. starts casual, maybe over a chill date, maybe over dinner at a nice restaurant, maybe over a walk in the park as the sun is starting to set. but where ever it happens, the end result is the same: a heart is laid out bare and it is taken in gentle, grateful hands.

marius: OKAY, NOW THAT THE FEELINGS ARE OUT OF THE WAY, CAN I PLEASE KISS ONE OR ALL OF YOU, PLEASE, IVE BEEN WANTING TO KISS U GUYS FOR FOREVER

vyn, laughing fondly: has anybody ever told you patience is a virtue? we quite literally just talked it all out.

marius: //needy whining noises

artem, embarrassed: ive...never kissed anybody before

luke, embarrassed but trying to play it Cool: ....same here

mc: kissing is great, you two will love it!

marius: awesome, awesome, so is ANYBODY going to give me a go ahead or WHAT????

phase 6 of the nxx team polycule:

i dont want to say it's happily ever after, once they all get together. thats not really realistic.

they all have their quirks and tendencies and habits. and those will inevitable clash against each other. theyll have their arguments, theyll get upset, theyll sulk and be angry, sometimes. but also...

theyll see each other smile and feel like their love shining so brightly. theyll reach out for another's hand and be held in such a way that makes them think that their heart is in a safe place. theyll love each other and theyll put in the work to continue loving each other. because goodness will prevail.

and they all see each other as the most good people in the world.

so whatever happens, theyll get through it together.

#tears of themis #vyn richter #marius von hagen #tears of themis rosa #artem wing

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broiunno · 3 years ago

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License to Steal - Act IV

License to Steal

ACT IV

Act I // Act II // Act III // Act IV

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summary: Min Yoongi is your new protection detail upon your return to your father's side after being sent away during a bloody gang war. Now the dust has settled, you've been called back to your old controlled life, and leaving you an unwilling participant in your family's plans. You don't know what they are but you are no longer willing to be the obedient, protected daughter. You don't really care in the least of it makes Yoongi's new assignment hell on earth- So you'll carve your own life out back home on your own terms.

-rating: 18+

-pairing: min yoongi x reader

-word count: 5.8k

-warnings: swearing, gang activities includes drug mention and eventual drug use, the slowest of burns, organized crime, toxic af family dynamics, BEWARE IN THIS ACT: graphic family abuse (father initiated verbal and physical assault- does not fade to black), violence, blood, graphic descriptions of torture, and graphic sex scenes will be included in this work.

-authors note: @chelsea-chee leading the au as usual. I love her the appreciate her as my love, writer, and my beta. Her works are *chefs kiss* Thank you again beautiful <3 PLEASE NOTE: I AM REALLY NOT EXCITED TO POST THE NEXT FEW ACTS. They deal with heavy subject matter and I don't fade to black at any point so please note my works are for mature audiences, warnings are there for a reason and in bold. You are an adult if you are reading this work (per the warnings) and you are responsible for the content you consume. Thank you. ILY all and I love asks about the characters. And that's all I have to say about that...I'm sorry for the wait. I've had covid. I'm back on a better schedule now.

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You fumbled with your hair as you tried to rip your fingers through the still damp strands to assemble it back into a semi-presentable pony tail as the door slid open to your father’s office. You really did wish that you had been able to go upstairs and shower. Or at least change your clothes from the workout gear you currently felt sticking to your skin from the cooling sweat. As a breeze drifted from the vent as the air kicked on, you shivered violently, shaking your head and shooting a hateful stare in Yoongi’s direction as you stepped into the office. Appearances were everything in your family. They were the first level of protection to ensure threats stayed at a minimum. A show of strength and cohesiveness discouraged any hair-brained ideas from a weaker or less organized opposition.

Your father raised a dark, thick brow, turning from the man was speaking quietly to, his expression unreadable as you inclined your head slightly in greeting. “You asked to see me?” you said quietly, keeping your eyes downcast. Since Yoongi had mentioned your father was summoning you, you knew it couldn’t be anything positive. This soon after your arrival? Nothing good would come of this. You had just grabbed onto the distraction of Yoongi until you both stood in the office, feeling stripped bare, awaiting whatever admonishment was about to be delivered.

“You couldn’t make it a full forty-eight hours without causing me a migraine,” your father said sharply and you kept your eyes trained on the floor, as you replayed yesterday in your mind.

“Father, I don’t know what you-”

“Y/N, you weren’t even back a day and you spent how much?” he said, aggravation lacing his tone. “I had to call in Kim to look at your accounts immediately. You’re a fucking hassle.” He huffed and your eyes finally lifted to the stranger that stood next to your father, noting that he stepped away from your father and bowed quickly.

“Nice to meet you, miss. I’m Kim Namjoon. I’ve been handling your accounts and will continue to do so.” You felt your lips part in a soft ‘oh’ as you studied the broad planes of his face, full lips and intense eyes. You felt like he was picking you apart in that moment as you took your time to absorb his ash blond hair in a relaxed, but carefully crafted style. His skin tone was golden; a contrast to Yoongi’s milk-like skin. He glowed, and you couldn’t tell if it from his melanin or the fact that he was radiating intelligence.

“N-Nice to meet you too,” you stammered and managed to close your mouth as he pushed up the rolled sleeves of his white button-down shirt. You swallowed hard and tried to claw through the mental fog that had overcome you. With the teasing from both Jungkook and Yoongi, being presented with another god-like man was the last thing you needed. “I will admit I’m a little confused; my spending was never a problem when I was away? I mean, it’s not like I bought a car.”

Your father barked a laugh and threw up his hands. “You have no grasp on what I do to make this money that you just piss away Y/N! And you COULD have bought a car with the amount you spent yesterday! Like I said: a god damn burden!” he hissed and you flushed slightly, taking a step back unconsciously as you watched his neck flush. Yoongi hadn’t said a word, but you knew you could still sense his dark presence in the corner of the room, not looking at him to notice his eyes narrowed slightly as the scene unfolded.

“Y/N, I’ve had an idea. You’re a daughter. I can’t do much with you. Your brother who I could actually have used is dead. Your mother-” He stopped as he watched your eyes bulge and he shook his head. “I can’t have more children. I’d consider it disrespectful to her memory,” he mused, a hand running along his chin and you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you, but your jaw snapped shut audibly as your teeth clacked together after the noise passed your lips.

Your father’s eyes flared to life in challenge and he glanced at Namjoon, lip curling. “Did you calculate her estimated cost of living and monthly expenditures? Do you have solid numbers?” he said shortly and Namjoon just nodded, eyes flicking between the family members silently. “And did you adjust for a profit at the margin we discussed?”

“Yes sir,” came the deep steady voice, Namjoon’s eyes traveling your figure, his gaze not heavy with lust or desire, but full of curiosity. “The monthly amount that you should request for that profit is in the proposal if you would like to review it.” He finished and cleared his throat. “I can return if you want me to look over the contract,” he said softly, clearing fishing for a dismissal and your father granted it, offering his hand and you felt your mouth tighten in confusion.

“What contract?”

Namjoon grabbed a briefcase and inclined his head to you stiffly in farewell before his long legs carried him out the doorway. Your father’s gaze didn’t leave your eyes as he spoke. “Yoongi, see him out.” Yoongi nodded and started after the tall man in silence, not sparing you a second glance on his way out.

“I asked you what contract?” you said softly, struggling to keep your voice even as your father stepped closer to you.

“Well, you went out. Spent a lot of money that you’ve done nothing to earn, and caught someone’s eye in the process. Someone worth a lot of money and who would be an asset to have closer to the family at this point in his career.” Your father clasped his hands behind his back as he continued to close the distance between you, each step he made, you felt your heart plummet further.

“Father… what exactly are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything, Y/N. I’m telling you. Someone’s made a bid for your hand, and it’s the only thing you’ll be good for at this point. The shopping sprees, your lifestyle. I can maintain them, but if someone else is willing to do so, and the marriage benefits me in my business, I’d be stupid not to pursue it. Do you think I’m stupid, Y/N?” he said, voice getting dangerously quiet as he reached out to tuck a piece of hair that had escaped the rapidly put-up ponytail behind your ear.

“You can’t sell me off like fucking cattle!-” you said, flinching away from his touch, and his large, calloused hand shot out to grab your chin tightly. He forced your face back towards his as you tried to jerk away, squeezing hard enough to make your eyes begin to water. Your heart thudded out a dangerous irregular rhythm as you breathed hard through your nose.

“I can’t? Y/N, you seem to be under the delusion that you are free from the responsibilities that come with being in this family. I suppose that may be my fault. I was too soft on you, pitied the losses I caused you to have. I always had your brother anyway; there was no harm in indulging you. But now, you’re the only one with my blood in your veins. You’re home to do a service for this family. Everyone else has given their lives in some way. Did you think you were special?” His words were measured and cold as he studied you, grip not loosening on your face. You would be bruised tomorrow as you felt the throb set in from the pressure he was applying.

“You may order me to do it, but I don’t have to go along with this,” you hissed, barely able to open your jaw, but clenching your teeth to get your words out, rage licking up and down your body. He had taken your entire life as a child, as an adolescent. Did he really think giving you a few years of freedom put you back in his debt so far that you owed him the rest of your life?!

No sooner than the words were out of your mouth you heard the sharp crack, and felt yourself stumbling backwards into the wall. You blinked quickly as you registered the pain in your head, immediately starting to pound as the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. You barely had time to regain a semblance of your bearings before your father was upon you again, face chillingly blank as his ringed fingers gripped the base of your ponytail, ripping your head back at an awkward angle, a scream breaching your bloody lips. The noise was cut short by another blow, snapping your head to the side before he jerked your face back to center.

“Who do you think you are, you little bitch?” he said with a lilt to his tone as you choked out a sob, unable to keep it from escaping your lips. “You really thought you weren’t going to do shit to replace that money you spent?” When he finished speaking he gave your head a violent shake, as if to scramble your thoughts further. It was completely unnecessary, as your head felt as if it was splitting with the pain he had rocked through you with his blows and harsh grip. You felt the start of a purely hysterical giggle break through, spitting out the fresh rush of blood that ran in your mouth due to the cuts in your cheek from your teeth. You noticed a piece of the skin from inside your mouth flapping loosely that made you nauseated if you dwelled on it.

The laugh was probably the worst response you could have had.

You heard a soft hiss, and your father stepped into your space further, hands darting from your head to wrap themselves around your throat and squeezing. As your hands scrambled to scratch at his hand, his arm, his face, anything, you wished you were surprised at this. You wished you were hurt because you were shocked, but you weren’t. There was blood in the water and he was a shark. He built his life this way.

“You don’t have to go along with this…” he said softly, voice void of emotion, “but you also don’t have to keep living here either. How long will you make it without this family? You’d never make it out of the city.” He mused and continued to squeeze, your vision starting to spot as you tried to draw in any bit of air within the hold he had, the choking heaves under the weight of him making the blood that had pooled in your mouth from his blows spill over your chin grotesquely as it began to stream onto his hand. “So will you behave for once in your fucking life?”

You were hyper aware of the tears streaming down your face as you managed the smallest of nods. You supposed he was right; you had never imagined you would be used in the family in any way. Your entire life had been lonely, and even though you hated it, you had resigned yourself to it. His hands unwrapped themselves from your neck, letting you inhale a burning gasp of air as you slid down the wall, and onto the floor. You coughed and rocked forward onto all fours as the shaking of your body didn’t allow for much more than consciousness.

Your father pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the crimson of your blood off his hand before tossing it to you on the floor. You could barely recognize the quick but unhurried footsteps coming back down the hallway to the office before they stopped short.

“Yoongi, take her upstairs.”

The flush from hustling back to his boss’s office drained from Yoongi’s face as his eyes widened at your figure hunched forward onto your elbows on the floor. He watched you hack as your body tried to clear your airway. Yoongi stayed silent as he reached down, crouching next to you and attempting to offer you a hand so you could stand on your own, for which you were thankful. You felt the physical pain, but no emotions as your mind sluggishly screamed at you to just accept his hand and stand. You needed to walk out of here on your own. You knew you wouldn’t make it all the way to your room after the assault, but you didn’t need to. Just to the elevator.

You reached out your hand, shaking hard, as you clasped at his large palm and hoisted yourself up, letting him pull lightly as he stood with you, noting that he was still silent. You tried to ignore how your vision swam before you, willing your knees not to buckle. You couldn’t pinpoint if the unsteadiness was from the blows to your face, the lack of oxygen, or the tears that had thankfully stopped streaming down your face but still filled your eyes.

Yoongi seemed to read your mind, shifting his grip from your hand to your upper arm, nestling in your underarm and gently steered you to the door, but let you support most of your weight on the way out. You walked in silence as he didn’t rush you down the hallway, both of your eyes trained on the lift door as he typed in the code. As you waited for the door to open you felt your shaking legs betray you and start to bend. You glanced away from him, the movement of your eyes causing a piercing pain to shoot through your head. “Please,” was all you rasped wetly as you put more weight and started to sink, but the pressure holding you up immediately doubled, Yoongi’s support forcing you upright, even if it made your shoulder raise. It would be almost imperceptible from your father’s office if he was still looking in your direction, but you doubted he would. He had already received your submission; he didn’t need you for anything else.

Yoongi didn’t seem to want to take the chance that he was still watching, stepping into the elevator and continuing to only hold you in one place. His grip was still disguised as if he was walking you out in the same way he may escort an associate who was no longer welcome - in such a manner that would deter any further escalation. No one would be able to tell he was the only thing keeping you upright.

As the door slid shut to the elevator the facade crumbled, you lurching forward and gasping out a sob of pain, tilting your head down to let the blood that had been collecting in your mouth pour out onto the floor. You forgot how much mouth wounds bled. Yoongi was not bothered with the grotesque display as he swiftly adjusted his grip to wrap around your shoulders, his other arm sweeping at your feet as he lifted you with apparent ease. You shut your eyes as the tears began to flow once more, unable to restrain the moans and whimpers of pain that escaped between gasps as you cried. He still hadn’t said a word, even as you turned your face into his suit jacket, inhaling jaggedly as you tried to focus on the scent permeating from him, trying to place it through your snot-filled nose. The only thing you could recognize was the warm, woodsy scent of patchouli as you reached a shaking hand up to hold onto his jacket tightly. You knew he wouldn’t drop you, but it grounded you all the same.

You tried to slow your breathing, but failed as the elevator door opened and Yoongi strode quickly to your bedroom door, bending at the knees and somehow using his crook of his elbow and his body to turn the door knob, the only change in your positioning being that you tilted slightly as he spun it. He kicked the door with his foot gently as he stepped in, by-passing your bed as he carried you into your bathroom, carefully getting on his knees as he lowered you into your large bathtub as he placed you there. You continued to breath quickly, your gasps becoming sharper as your gentle shaking soon became uncontrollable. You released his jacket as he stood and you pulled your knees to your chest, shutting your eyes finally as you heard the tap briefly run before a cool rag brushed your chin, eyes flying open as you flinched away.

“Shh, I need to see your face. I have to get the blood off,” Yoongi whispered, and you finally looked at him, noting his face was still paler than normal. “Princess, I need you to take a slow, deep breath okay? Can you do that? Your lips are turning blue; you’re hyperventilating. You’re safe,” he murmured, brows pinching together in a pained expression you had never seen on his face as you tried to nod, attempting to take a long breath in but ended up gulping in air multiple times on the way, the blurring of your vision worsening as Yoongi grimaced, your breathing speeding up again, your shoulders shrugging with the effort to take in air. The last thing you heard was Yoongi’s tense exclamation of “Shit!” before you blacked out.

When you awoke, you were under the covers of your large bed. You sat up quickly before groaning from the ache in your head, then realizing that opening your mouth made you want to scream from pain. Between the squeeze on your jaw and the cuts inside your mouth, it was safe to say you would be saying very little for a while. You glanced towards the window, noting it was inky black outside.

“How long has he hit you?” came a cool voice from beside your bedside and you turned to face the source, seeing a figure standing beside the small table, casting a shadow with the aid of a lamp. Had he even left? Yoongi had shed his stained suit jacket, but still wore the white shirt and same suit pants. You only knew it was the same shirt due to the blood stain from where your mouth must have painted him. Instead of attempting to speak, you shrugged in an attempt to get his gaze off of you. It was piercing and unnerving. You felt as if this was the beginning of an interrogation, and you didn’t fail to notice the color had still not returned to his normally pale face. Now that your mind was a bit clearer you were able to recognize why it registered so deeply with you. He was the embodiment of white with fury. “How. Long?” he said again with such harshness you swallowed hard, ignoring the fire that licked down your throat as you did so.

“That’s a joke right? He’s always been like that. I just normally am better at avoiding it,” you forced out; your words were almost incoherent as you tried to move your jaw as little as possible as you spoke. That was bearable. Good. Not that you had expected it to be, but at least your jaw wasn’t broken; that would have been a pain in the ass. “What time is it?”

“It’s three am,” Yoongi hissed as his eyes glimmered in the near darkness, pushing off the wall and grabbing a glass of water off the table and sweeping a few pills into his hand. “Take these.” You took his offering and a small sip of the water before carefully throwing the pills to the back of your throat and washing them down, sighing softly. “They’re pain pills. They’ll help and you’ll be able to go back to sleep in a bit.”

You didn’t answer but pulled back the cover of your bed and slid out, noting that your bloody shirt had been changed but you still had on your sports bra and leggings. And your ponytail had been taken down, which was probably a good thing since your scalp was still aching from the hold your father had you in.

“Y/N… don’t.” Came Yoongi’s voice, still unemotional but a bit gentler than his earlier tone. You didn’t turn back to him but stopped your path to your vanity, obviously trying to look at your reflection in the mirror to assess the damage.

“Is it that bad?” you grumbled, turning to him and you watched him shrug.

“It’s not good. Don’t worry about it tonight. No bones are broken from what I can tell. I wiped you down the best I could. Just change once I leave and get back into bed.”

You let out a deep breath but finally stepped towards your closet instead to grab an oversized t-shirt. You could work the bra off under it and slip your pants off once you had it on. “Why did you even stay?” you said softly as you set to work, your muscles aching as you attempted to change modestly. You don’t know why it even mattered, but in this moment it did.

“I needed to know if he had done this before. I needed to know if this was the first time. When we were kids, you weren’t around all the time. Sometimes, I’d go months without seeing you. I didn’t know if this was a part of it,” he spat out, visibly tensing as he took a loud steadying breath.

You shrugged as you pulled off your leggings, successful in stripping your bra off under the shirt, and padded back to your bed. “There were a few reasons he kept me separated from everyone. It wasn’t all because he thought I was too precious to see any of this.” You climbed back into bed and tried to settle back into the plushness. Yoongi took a step closer to you, his mouth slightly open as he watched you try to get comfortable, seemingly unable to stop himself.

“Y/N…” he said softly and reached a hand towards you and you stiffened, eyes narrowing, and he took note, dropping his hand slowly.

“Yoongi, I never asked for your fucking pity.”

“I know, and it makes me want to help you even more.”

You blinked and tried to register what he was implying. “Help me?” you repeated, shaking your head as you felt the same hysterical laugh bubble up that had made your assault that much worse in your father’s office. “No one can help me!” You laughed, eyes widening as the smile twisted your features. “This is my life, this is what I was born into. This is what all those shiny things cost, Yoongi! I always knew it but I forgot.” You watched as the pained expression from earlier slid back over his features, and you raised your eyebrows in response. “I appreciate it, but unless you’re willing to put a bullet in my fucking head there’s no saving anything.”

“Who says it has to be your head, Princess?” he said gently and you swear you felt the world stop.

“Don’t say shit like that Min,” you hissed, baring your teeth and shaking your head. “Even if we don’t always get along, I don’t want you dead too.”

“Whatever you say Princess,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he cocked his head to the side. “Are you alright to sleep? You don’t feel like you’re going to vomit?” he asked seriously, watching as you shook your head.

“I don’t have a concussion,” you grumbled but as you watched him smirk and go to grab his jacket you felt your heart speed up. “Yoongi- w-wait.” He immediately stopped, as if he was anticipating your words. “Can you stay here the rest of the night? I know he won’t do anything but I-”

“Let me go change my clothes. Is that okay Princess?”

“Yeah… I just don’t want to be-”

“It’s fine Y/N. I’ll be right back.” You stayed sitting up, watching him as he dismissed your attempts at explanations and justification as he walked out.

You sighed, leaning against the leather headboard and let your breathing even out, even as your heart still raced. The pain began to slowly ebb as the medication took effect; what had you even taken? It had to be something strong as a comfortable fog began to cloud your thoughts.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to have him here. Did you even need to explain? He was technically your bodyguard. You had known each other most of your lives. You had just suffered through an assault; staying with you was reasonable. Even if the assailant wasn’t unknown, nor were the motives. At the end of the day, Yoongi’s presence made breathing a bit easier. His presence made you feel safe.

The door opened again and you sucked in a breath as Yoongi re-entered your bedroom, one hand carrying his gun and holster, the other a hanger with a clean pressed suit. “I’ll wake up before you,” was all he said in response to your surprised expression as he studied you. He mistook the shock on your face as being accredited to the suit. He was an idiot if he thought you cared about the fact he would dress here. You were too busy drinking in the sight of his lean figure in low-slung grey sweatpants. You tried to rip your gaze back to his face but you got caught on the black ribbed tank top and the swirling black tattoos covering his shoulder and chest before disappearing under the material.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” you choked out, feeling your face flush and mentally slapping yourself. He may look like sex on legs, but you looked like you just had the shit beat out of you. Which to be fair to yourself, you actually just had the shit beat out of you.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said, a small smirk tilting his lip up but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He draped his suit over the chair to your vanity and carried his gun with him towards the plush armchair in the corner of the room.

“The bed is big enough Min. I won’t touch you,” you said breathlessly, trying to force away the blush that was deepening across your face. He seemed to freeze and take a few steadying breaths.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Princess.” His voice was controlled but quiet.

“Please Yoongi…” you said just as quietly. “It’s just for tonight. I won’t feel safe if you’re all the way over there.”

It was definitely an over exaggeration. You hadn’t really expected him to even agree to stay in your room with you. The chair was the reasonable option. You knew you were pushing it.

“Princess, I-” He breathed, the airiness of his tone making your belly somersault and it gave you a tiny shiver.

“Yoongi, please. I need you next to me. Just tonight.” You shouldn’t be so worried about getting this man into bed with you, but now that he was here in front of you and it was so close to happening, you felt you might cry if he denied you.

You watched his back muscles rippled as he tensed and tried to relax. He turned wordlessly and walked to the opposite side of the bed, setting his holster down and climbing into the king-sized bed with you. “Go to sleep Princess.”

The drugs had to be prescriptions, not that you really expected a member of an organized crime family to just take a regular aspirin when they were in pain. “Is the oxy working yet? It should start soon if it hasn’t.” You hummed your assent as you squirmed down into the bed and tried to keep the smile from your face as you reached over and turned out the lamp. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, savoring the heat that quickly built from having two bodies under the covers of your bed, ignoring the slightly annoyed sigh from the other side of the bed.

“Be quiet Min, I’m trying to rest,” you said softly and a soft dry chuckle cut through the silence as you let sleep take you.

Yoongi’s POV

Yoongi listened to the soft sounds of your breathing as they lengthened and deepened, the pain pills having done their job perfectly. If only he could have done his job in such a manner. He had been given a job: to keep you safe, and he took it seriously. Even if the one assigning his work was an abusive piece of shit. Yoongi let out a sigh, glancing over at your figure in the dark to make sure his huff hadn’t disturbed your slumber. It didn’t. You were still laying there, eyes closed and unaware, your face turned towards him to afford him a view of what exactly your father had done in his absence.

He felt his teeth grind against each other as even in the dark, he could make out the near black bruises covering your neck in the clear shape of hands, a bloom crossing your smooth cheek as well. Even your chin and jaw were dark from bruising; evidence that your father had held your face to force submission. It had worked. He opened his mouth and stretched his own jaw to try and stop himself from continuing to grind his molars down to nothing in rage. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to forget how you looked and how he felt when he entered the office, watching the blood drip onto the floor. How he wanted nothing more than to simply pull out his gun and lodge a bullet into your father’s knee before proceeding to swing the butt of his gun down onto him until he shattered every bone in the pig’s disgusting face.

Until he begged him to stop. Until he begged his daughter to tell Yoongi to stop.

The daydream made Yoongi smile a full gummy smile and chuckle for the first time today. He would stop when you told him to. If you told him to. Now that he knew your father had put his hands on you before this, he wondered if you would just let him continue until his mania at seeing what had been done to you was sated. He knew it wouldn’t be until he heard your father’s death rattle, knowing it had been at his own hands.

You stirred slightly to readjust in your sleep, drawing his attention back to the present as you moved closer to him in the bed and he sucked in a breath. Even beaten and bruised you affected him. Even carrying you in that elevator down the hall as you clutched onto him. He had been spiraling down into violence but as soon as you grabbed his jacket, he knew you wouldn’t withstand even him raising his voice to anyone without shattering. You were normally so fierce and seeing you broken made him want to tear apart this entire society you both lived in, even if it was all either of you had ever known.

It was then he had decided he would be what you were asking of him with your sobs and how you clutched onto him; he would be as gentle as could be and give you whatever you needed tonight. Tomorrow he would begin the undertaking of dismantling your father piece by fucking piece.

He had watched over you after you passed out; you had woken up briefly for him to get you to take pain medicine once before you actually were able to speak to him. Before you asked him to stay with you. He wanted to pretend it didn’t make his icy heart crack, the way you tried to explain and justify his presence. He would never ask you to in this kind of situation. When Yoongi returned to his room, he attempted to steel himself for a night of sitting in that uncomfortable chair, and a sleepless day tomorrow. He had gone more than twenty-four hours without sleep before.

But when your eyes, even if they had started to become glossy and dilated from the drugs, began to run over him, he had to try and think of every unsexy thing he could fathom. You had just been fucking violated and just with one look he felt the blood travel away from his brain and pool below his waist. Why did he think he would be able to wear sweatpants while staying with you? You destroyed every semblance of self control he had. He still hadn’t forgotten your teasing in the elevator prior to this shit show.

Then your soft drowsy voice had called out to him just as he had regained his mental fortitude and continued to the chair. You would be the fucking death of him and he didn’t think he would really mind. Now, as he laid here in bed with you trying to ignore the fact that you were shifting closer to him in your sleep, seeking his warmth, he closed his eyes. He had anticipated the pure fury of tonight keeping him awake, but instead it was the fact that he could feel your breath on his neck, that if he turned his head back to you he could still make out your absolutely gorgeous feminine form from under the blankets. The dip in your waist and the curve of your hips, sloping into your soft thigh. Yoongi’s eyes shot open as he let out a soft hiss as he felt his member stiffen in his sweats, one large hand reaching down to palm himself, and he willed his hard-on to disappear.

He dropped his eyes again, confident he would get his bulge to go down without waking you, and as he tended to it, a soft small hand reached across his middle, making his forehead furrow. He tried to take a steadying breath, and tried to not imagine that the events of last night weren’t the reason he was in your bed. That you had just invited him to bed because you wanted him there, not for security but because you wanted him as a man to share your bed and body. That he could roll over to face you, slip his own hand up that oversized shirt and rub soft circles into your skin before slipping his hand down in-between your thighs.

Yoongi felt his cock twitch and himself harden further, forcing another deep breath in and out as he circled back to try and think of grotesque things to make his longing subside. You at least had stopped wriggling in the bed in an attempt to get closer; he was thankful for that. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to calm his heart and regulate his breath to make it possible for him to drift off.

This was going to be a long night.

#bts suga #bts ff #bts x reader #mafia!bts #bts gang au #bts imagines #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #btsxarmy #License to steal

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gale-gentlepenguin · 3 years ago

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Now for the big one : Ephemeral.

Plot: After a very tough akuma, Su-Han puts the pressure on Marinette/Ladybug to learn Chat noir's identity. What if Ladybug did learn it right now.

Akuma: Ephemeral. Akumatized Adrien with the power to speed up someone's time. In other words, completely useless unless a child miraculous user used their lucky charm. (also the WORST DESIGN AKUMA AWARD)

Character Development: No one. There was zero development. No one learned anything. Maybe Su han, but like, HE WAS RIGHT! I hate to agree with him, but he has an accurate point. Ladybug yelling at him to back off didnt prove anything to him.

Connection to other episodes: It had Multimouse, vespera, pigella and Purple Tigress, so it connects that these heroes have appeared. Also Gabriel fiddling with his ring was originally in Mega Leech and possibly Adrien is a sentimonster? Its left vague enough that if they want to back peddle, they can, but it seems this is the direction they are going. So he might be connected to sentimonster Felix, which is shown in Gabriel Agreste

Overall Rating: 4/10

This episode has problems. I honestly have so many problems with the inciting incident that leads to this What if scenario and the way it ended the episode.

Marinette/Ladybug's plan to have Chat noir reveal his identity to her then rewind time so that Luka/viperion knows so that Luka could tell Su Han is one of the most f***ed up plans Marinette has ever come up with. This is s*** Gabriel Agreste would do to his son. IF Marinette had gone through with this plan, and it was treated as a good thing, I would have said that this was the worst episode in ML period. Yes, even worse than reflekdoll. BUT, and this is VERY IMPORTANT, Marinette never goes through with this. She ends up in the first reality accepting that she knows. I have some other thoughts I need to say, but I will put those in a read more at the bottom.

And it was the scenario of Marinette figuring out how to grasp that Adrien = Chat noir and Chat noir = Adrien that makes for some of the best scenes in the season. Its fascinating and makes you almost forget about how it got you to this point. Luka even gives Marinette a pep talk which helps her look at chat noir in a new light, now that she knows he is adrien. While it is a montage that shows her seeing herself fall for Chat noir. The reveal of herself to Adrien is incredibly sweet.

Then it gets incredibly stupid with how Gabriel finds out Adrien is Chat noir.

Gets tragic again when Ladybug sees Ephemeral and Shadow noir (shadowmoth with the cat miraculous).

Luka gets messaged to get Sass to go back in time.

Then Time shenanigans and things get dumb again.

The show ends with Ladybug telling Su Han to shut up and no one learns anything.

Overall, the opening fight with Moolak is good, and the scenes from Marinette processing Chat noir was Adrien to the scene where Sass explains how the wish works. All of that was good. If that was just the episode, Solid 8/10

But the scenes that were bad, were either really dumb or just have such f***ed up implications. and those scenes are 1/10

So I averaged them together to get the score for this episode. A 4 out of 10.

Now I need to get something off my chest. And It is very salty so I am going to put this in a read more

(Rant incoming:

(What also pisses me off is that there is an argument that Ladybug felt stressed and Pressured over the ultimatium Su han gave her, which was find out who chat noir is or have him lose the miraculous. Ladybug got too inside her own head and just thought that there was no way Chat noir would reveal himself to anyone but her. And she just didnt want a Chat Blanc scenario. Its a flimsy arguement but Its still an awful call, but it at LEAST can be argued that Ladybug was over complicating things, though really there was an episode where she learns NOT to do that. But whatever, sure. for the sake of me letting the plot happen, I can try and let that go.

But there is absolutely zero FUCKING excuse for Luka here. He witnessed that whole exchange. He knows from wishmaker that Ladybug is Marinette and Adrien is chat noir. He could have told Su han who chat noir was. Or better yet, could have told Ladybug he knew. Sure Marinette might be mad he mislead her, but he would be telling her the truth, you know, one of the things Luka is supposed to care about? But No, he decides to let Marinette, the girl he is supposed to love and care about, go through this emotional struggle and attempt to GASLIGHT her partner, who he knows is the boy she loves. And this isnt him planning on just letting Marinette find out Adrien is Chat noir because he wants her to be happy. No, he was asking Ladybug if he should throw the switch. Boy was ready and waiting to gaslight his friend when it was COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY. This is so damn stupid. And like if he thought about telling her the truth or felt guilt NOT telling her, than maybe this could have worked. Maybe if we had a moment when Sass calls him out and he admits he is afraid, this could have made him more interesting, but that doesnt fucking happen. This is basically character assassination for Luka. Yet people parade him like he is a hero in this episode. No, he is not a hero. AT BEST, he cleaned up a mess he was at fault for. At worse this entire situation is his fault. HE ALMOST ENDED THE UNIVERSE BECAUSE HE WAS SUCH A FUCKING SIMP! I have yet to hear an argument that exonerates Luka of this. If anyone has a solid argument for it, please let me know, I would love to hear it. The writing for Luka is f***ing awful in this episode and people NEED to accept that.

#ephemeral salt #miraculous ladybug #ml season 4 ask game #luka critique #Luka salt #Marinette critique #I did not expect to get this passionate #ephemeral

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 2 years ago

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I just wanted to quickly give y’all some insight on how Jasmine came to be as a character and how her fighting style is structured.

Spoiler warnings for these movies/games

Logan from Marvel

Black Widow from Marvel

The Last Of Us Part One

Metal Gear Solid: Phantom Pain

Trigger Warnings: Cutting, violence, child soldiers, and attempted rape.

Laura/X-23 from the movie Logan and Marvel comics:

I’ll start with the movie Logan first. (God I love this movie)

Jas almost fights almost exactly like Laura in her movie introduction scene, just a little less skilled and precise due to protesting her own training. Instead of claws, Jazzy uses her never ending abundant of knives in the same manner but also incorporates gun use. She has the same amount of fiery fury Laura expresses down to the raging snarling and grunts.

Here’s a link to the scene in the movie. (Warning, it’s very graphic) Yes, Jas is terrifying to fight when she is at her peak, maybe more when she is running at you bloodied.

Logan/Nick kinda have to teach these girl how to human, with Laura not knowing how and Jasmine forgetting from brainwashing. (Although it’s worth pointing out that Logan and Nick have a little more different moral values and standpoints)

The gas station scene in the movie did the best of drawing parallels. Laura/Jas gets touched by someone and they resort to beating the crap out of the person only to be told, “Not okay!” by Logan/Nick.

The childlikeness shines through both of the girls despite the torture they endured. Laura/Jas like kiddish and girly things, with Laura liking the rideable toy horse and pink sunglasses while Jazzy still likes playing with toys and wearing dresses. (Don’t judge her, she’s been though hell)

And now we go a little more into Laura’s comic counterpart which I think is the most like Jas. You can do some reading on her, and you’ll see it.

Pure torture is best to describe their time in training. While X-23 had people like her Mom or Sensei to give her some sort of comfort, Jas only had her memories to keep her warm and grasp sanity.

Both teen girls have an activation mode were they see red and go into a, “kill everything mode.” Difference is that Jas has more of a controlled state of mind and can mostly distinguish from friends and enemies while X-23 goes straight into killing everyone no matter what.

X-23/Jas express to their father figures that when they had killed people in the past, they had been emotionless to doing so and it haunts them. X-23 even cuts herself with her claws, and much like Jazzy, she heals completely from it.

I could draw more example's, but we’d be here all day.

Black Widow from Marvel:

The Red Room program inspired a bit on what Jas had to go through. It had a similar goal of training, master assassin weapon who can blend in virtually anywhere.

Jazzy fights like a Black Widow when doing a more stealthy or non-lethal approach. So a lot of jumping on people and using the momentum to take them down. Again, she is not as trained and tactical as one would be.

Natasha can be seen using objects as improv weapons/distractions in her fighting. Whether it’s a chain, table, curtain, basket, or chair Nat can use it to her advantage. Same thing with Jas, she’s almost a master of making a weapon out of anything on a whim, especially more knives.

Like Jasmine and Laura, Nat is bothered and tortured by her past even though it’s not entirely her fault, she was groomed and brainwashed from the start of her life. Jasmine was able to resist it more than Nat because she was raised by a family and didn’t get induced until she was nine, but that only added more guilt.

Ellie from The Last of Us: (God I love this game and it’s DLC Left Behind, not a fan of part 2 though)

The dynamic between Joel and Ellie is absolutely amazing and was a big inspiration. You’d have to have played the game to know what I’m talking about, I can’t put it into words.

Jasmine is a bit more like Joel on the relationship part, more unwilling to bond with the other due to past events and loses but they eventually melt and give in.

Nick doesn’t really have to play protecter as much as Joel does, but there are circumstances where he will and it’s terrifying because much like Joel, it’s a parent protecting their kid.

Ellie has the childlike wonder about the old world and eventually Jasmine gains that same wonder about the new world she was dropped kicked into.

The time after the Winter deer scene expresses Jasmine and Nick the most. Joel/Nick being talkative while Ellie/Jas is more absent and quiet with the trauma they just endured. But one little event can start making Ellie/Jas bloom again, although Jazzy is more prone to reverting back to being absent and cold calculating.

Ellie and Jas are actually the same height, which is 5’3. And oh Lord does Jas swear just as much as Ellie does throughout the game, maybe more.

Quiet from Metal Gear Solid Phantom Pain:

This one is purely off Quiet’s fighting style and not really anything else. Quiet is an enhanced human who has extreme super strength, but is still light and easy to carry like everyone else on this list. She is seen pushing back a man then holding up two men by the neck with only her hands, but later is easily knocked down or picked up. Jazzy is the same, stronger than an average man but still as light as someone of her size. Here is the link to the scene. (Quick insight, Quiet breathes through her skin so that’s why she is barely clothed)

Other than fighting and skill levels such as perception, I don’t think there is any more similarities. They dress literally polar opposite and Jazzy actually talks or at least tries to communicate in some form to the people she likes.

There is a certain scene in the game that I have to specifically point out. You’ll have to look it up on your own but in summary, Quiet is captured, suffocated, and almost gets r*ped by a gang of men. She escapes like a badass and goes BRUTAL on them, again you’ll have to see for yourself. It’s exactly what Jas would do to her former captors if she ever met them again, minus the superpower abilities.

So… yup, all these cobbled together helped shape Jas as a character. Everything else I patched together with ideas I came up with from either my own experiences, or similar to someone else’s.

#This is subjected to be updated later.#Dang. It took so long to make this for some reason.#fallout #fo4 #fallout 4 #fallout oc #fallout original character #nick valentine #the last of us #metal gear solid #black widow #natasha romanov #x 23 #quiet metal gear #james logan howlett #wolverine #logan howlett #james howlett

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letapollojusticesayfuck · 4 years ago

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"the way you flirt is shameful." Klavier (klapollo) and ema ?

"short fics," I said, like a liar.

anyway please enjoy almost 2k of Klapollo Nonsense.

Send me a random line of dialogue and some characters, and I'll write a short fic!

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Another grey morning, another lukewarm cup of coffee. Apollo pulls his coat a little tighter around him, scowling at nothing in particular. It’s just his luck, isn’t it, that this week’s defendant is a fisherman, accused of murdering their boat’s captain out on the docks.

It’s also just his luck that it’s March, and he hadn’t even thought anyone would be out on the water this early in the year. Shows how much he knows about the fishing industry.

He jumps when an arm lands around his shoulders, and has to fight to keep his awful beverage from sloshing entirely out of its styrofoam cup. With an irritated huff, Apollo turns to reprimand his unexpected company, but the words die in his throat when he looks over to see Klavier Gavin—and, more specifically, the woolly hat perched on his head. It appears to be lovingly hand-knitted, in a shade of purple he’d swear he’d seen in scraps of wool lying around the office in previous weeks. It also happens to be emblazoned with Gavin’s ridiculous logo, the angular G as distinctive as ever.

“Uh…” he says instead, eyebrow raised in what he hopes is a skeptical, yet bewildered expression. He’s not sure he succeeds with that, though, considering the way Gavin’s casual smile crooks up at the edges into a more genuine grin.

“Ja, Herr Forehead? How goes the investigation?” Lazy curls of steam rise from the stainless steel travel mug clasped in his hand, dissipating into the pervasive fog that’s blanketing the docks. Typical. Apollo considers asking him if he’d like to swap drinks.

“Cold. Damp. And is this a good time to mention that I’m allergic to shellfish? I think that’s probably an important detail, considering….this.” he replies, poking an errant mussel with the point of his dress shoe. His dress shoe that he’s for some reason wearing to a crime scene out by the harbour, because Apollo has misplaced ideas of professionalism, apparently.

“Ach, it’s not that bad! For one, you have my company to brighten up your day! And for another thing...I have news for you about the case.”

“Really. And it’s not just going to be something that you’ll immediately rescind in court tomorrow?”

“HerrForehead, what kind of prosecutor do you take me for? We’re on the same side, you know—both seeking the truth.”

“That’s cheesy as anything.”

“But correct! Anyway. FräuleinSkye has just uncovered something tangled around one of the fishing lines on the boat, and she’s attempting to piece it back together. If you hurry, you might get a glimpse before it goes straight into the evidence dossier.”

Apollo hmms, considering. He’s not sure he wants to just take Klavier’s tip-off; it could be seen as collusion under some circumstances. But he’s really not accomplishing anything on his own, and any new evidence could help him prove Annette Sloop’s innocence.

He also realizes, belatedly, that Klavier still has his arm around his shoulders, and that he’s been unconsciously leaning into the warmth of the taller man’s down jacket.

“Okay, sure—it’s gotta be better than anything I can find here,” Apollo decides, and tries to subtly extricate himself from Klavier’s grasp without drawing attention to the fact that he’s actually found some kind of comfort in their proximity, that he’s really not particularly enthusiastic about losing his human space-heater.

Luckily, Klavier realizes that he’ll have to grant Apollo his freedom if he wants the shorter man to be able to take advantage of his newly-gained intel, and drops his arm back to his own side. Apollo stifles a shiver as the cool, damp air rushes back against him, clinging to his skin with a pervasive chill.

He’d assumed that Klavier had business to take care of on the dock, so the fact that the prosecutor follows him as he boards the fishing boat takes him by surprise. What also takes him by surprise is the intensity of the fishy aroma around the vessel, something that Apollo really should have considered as a factor beforehand. He wrinkles his nose and tries to breathe shallowly—and when that doesn’t work out, he buries his nose in the collar of his jacket.

And that brings with it its own set of problems, because somehow the short amount of time his jacket was in contact with Klavier’s own was enough to allow the other man’s sandalwood cologne to seep into the thin fabric. Apollo wishes this wasn’t his life. Isn’t this the kind of stuff teenagers write about?

Luckily, his panicking is cut short by Ema Skye clearing her throat from the other end of the deck, midway through spreading fabric scraps onto a plastic folding table. She appears decidedly unimpressed, but waves them over.

“Justice. I take it you were informed of the recent developments by the fop here?” she remarks, as disinterestedly as possible for someone who’s practically vibrating with the excitement of being able to do something actually forensically significant.

“Er...yeah, Klavier told me that you’d found something?” Apollo replies, trying to look as though he understands more of the situation than he actually does. He thinks he pulls it off. If not, Ema doesn’t comment on it.

Klavier, however, smiles impossibly wide at Apollo’s words, and it takes him a moment to realize that it’s because he’d called the man by his first name, as opposed to his more professional title. A slip of the tongue, nothing more! And yet…

If it’d get a reaction like that, Apollo might start using Klavier’s first name significantly more often.

“Oh, come on, do neither of you actually care about this T-shirt I found? This apparently-bloodstainedT-shirt?” Ema taps her foot against the plank wood of the ship’s deck. Apollo breaks out of his thoughts with just about enough time to look marginally interested in the new evidence—which he hopes is convincing.

And it’s not that he doesn’t want to solve the murder! It’s really just that—well, Klavier is just there, being distracting, like he always is—except it’s worse, recently, somehow. Apollo swears he used to be able to spend time focusing on other things, that he wasn’t always this preoccupied with what the prosecutor was doing, where he was standing, if he was looking at--

“Oh, for God’s sake. The way you flirt is shameful,” Ema says, entirely exasperated. She also seems to be looking at Apollo, for some reason.

“Are you talking to me?” he asks, confused. The detective rolls her eyes and sighs dramatically, visibly resisting the urge to throw up her hands.

“You, him, both of you! This used to be almost funny, you know, watching Gavin be all glimmerous in your direction and seeing you shut him down. But recently you’ve been playing into it and—you know what? I’m done! You don’t get to listen to my stunning forensic breakthroughs until you’ve sorted your shit out, because I just can’t be doing with this. It’s ridiculous. Why can’t you just act like adults?”

The outburst is followed by Ema Skye whirling around, the sensible shoes she’s wearing clacking against the ship’s deck. Halfway to the door to the crew’s quarters, she remembers that she’s left all her forensic materials spread out next to where Klavier and Apollo are standing, and backtracks with increasingly evident frustration.

“You know what? I’m not leaving! You two—off my ship!Go figure yourselves out, and I won’t tell you about this case-changing evidence until you’ve stopped acting like this.”

Apollo’s a little taken-aback—not the least because he doesn’t think that he’s been doing any flirting, especially not with Klavier. He’s been hiding his feelings far too well for that—right?

Klavier looks at him and shrugs, motioning with his head that they should retreat the way they’d arrived. It’s not necessarily the most dignified thing, climbing off a boat in shame after being reprimanded by the detective on the case.

Once they’re back on “solid” ground (as solid as one can call a fishing boat’s dock, anyway), Apollo turns to Klavier.

“So, what was that about? I’ve never seen her that angry.”

Interestingly enough, color rises to Klavier’s cheeks. “Well...I think that, perhaps, she’s...misinterpreting the situation?”

And if Klavier’s strange statement hadn’t been enough to tip Apollo off that maybe something strange is going on here, there’s the familiar pinch of warm metal against his left wrist, his bracelet constricting at the taller man’s fib.

And—they know each other well enough, by this point, that all Apollo has to do is level an unimpressed stare in the prosecutor’s direction, and deadpan “Klavier” with all the air of a man who is taking no bullshit for an answer, for him to deflate and give up, shoving a hand in his back pocket awkwardly.

“Ugh. Okay. Erm. So, HerrForehead, this wasn’t...exactly...unprovoked. It’s possible that FräuleinSkye has been on the receiving end of many conversations about how I would like to….uh…”

It’s quite something, seeing Klavier at a loss for words. Apollo hadn’t thought that the former rockstar could look as awkward as he does now, the hand not trapped in his pocket fiddling with a loose strand of his hair.

He really, really tries not to think about how endearing it is.

Klavier seems to have reached a point, however, where he’s just decided to say things and worry about the consequences later. So Apollo’s contemplations are brought to a screeching halt when the man sighs, flips his hair, and stares at him straight-on, enunciating with perfect clarity:

“Apollo Justice, would you like to go out with me? On a date? Because I must say, I’ve been trying to find the best way to ask you for a while now, but unfortunately all I’ve succeeded in doing is, apparently, annoying the FräuleinDetective until not even Snackoos are a valid enough weapon.”

And—this isn’t the setting Apollo had pictured, in his often-hastily-repressed daydreams about Klavier asking him out. For one, he’d not quite imagined the quantity of fish, or the less-than-steady footing. But Klavier looks so earnest about his request, and Apollo can’t deny the way his heart’s skipped a beat, the way he’s almost petrified to say anything just in case this isn’t real—and so, he takes a deep breath, steps forward, and twines his fingers with Klavier’s.

“You know what? I’d love to. I’ll go anywhere you’d like—with the exception of a sushi restaurant” Apollo smiles, hesitantly at first, and then more genuinely as he sees the softly disbelieving expression on Klavier’s face.

“Really?” the prosecutor asks, and isn’t that incredible—that Klavier Gavin had been worried about being turned down. Apollo can’t quite believe it himself, yet.

“Yeah, really,” he says, smiling up at Klavier, who beams down at him in return. He feels the other man squeeze his hand briefly, and can’t quite contain the impulse to lean in closer to him, consciously this time, sharing both warmth and physical contact in a meaningful way.

When they return to the fishing vessel, Ema takes one look at the two of them and narrows her eyes, proceeding to mime nausea at the way they’re still holding hands.

However, she does follow through on her promise—and by the time they’re ready to leave the crime scene, both Klavier and Apollo are fairly certain of the next day’s trial’s outcome—as well as of the location of their post-trial dinner date.

#lucy's thoughts #my writing #klapollo #thank you for the prompt!!#mogoliz #ask #asks #ask game #sorry these are taking me ages!!#you might have noticed that they keep getting away from me #also i am going to be on an island for five days starting tomorrow #so i will be very slow in answering the other two i've got sitting in my inbox #just know i am getting around to them!!#i will just have to write them out on paper rather than on a laptop #and then type them up later

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thosewickedlovelies · 4 years ago

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An Ode To Marcus Moreno’s Arms

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x GN!Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: You’re a training specialist in swordsmanship at Heroics Headquarters, so you see a lot of Marcus Moreno.

Tags: Reader has a vivid (sexual) imagination, but there’s only a few brief sections.

Word Count: 2,272

A/N: This started out as an ode to his arms, but his arms are connected to the rest of him, so. Alternative title: In Appreciation of Marcus Moreno

My assumption/headcanon of his powers are telekinesis, plus general exceptional physical prowess and weapons skills? Idk, we weren’t given much, but those feel like solid abilities for someone implied to be the super among super heroes. Idk what this is but I regret nothing.

More content/worldbuilding set in this universe 💗

Marcus Moreno’s arms were capable of many things.

You knew this because you saw them on an almost-daily basis. You were one of the training specialists at Heroics Headquarters, one of a large, ever-expanding staff of instructors who were experts in their respective fields of combat or weapons. Your job, essentially, was to be a superhero minus the powers- and use your abilities to keep the Heroics in top form.

Your expertise was swordsmanship, which meant you spent more time with Marcus than any of the other heroes. All of the physical trainers and specialists sparred with the Heroics in mock villain showdowns, but you also helped them hone specific skills. You were here because your skillset and abilities matched Marcus’s.

So you’ve had plenty of opportunity to behold his arms at work.

One would think that they’d be most enticing mid-action, but it was a cosmically ironic fact that there was never really a wrong moment to ogle. How that man could make merely unsheathing his swords so erotic was beyond you.

But by now you’d seen it from every angle. You were as familiar with Marcus’s technique as you were with your own, and knew well the cycle of muscle contractions which rippled up his whole body. It started with his legs: setting his stance, primed and poised on the balls of his feet. Then every muscle in his torso, his clinging t-shirts sliding over taut flesh as they rode up with the lifting of his arms- his arms. Biceps suddenly incredibly present and visibly straining past barely-existent sleeves, tendons flexing rigid and obvious, a tangle of pathways you wanted to map with your tongue.

This show was best when he had started his day with tactical theory sessions, because then his expressive face got involved. Oh yes, it wasn’t enough for him just to be built the way he was, his face had to go and be attractive as well.

Tedious strategy debates with Miracle Guy during these sessions never failed to get under his skin- you could always tell how much steam Marcus had to let off based on the clench of his jaw. Or the way he’d drag his bottom lip over his teeth, nostrils flaring in an almost-snarl. When that happened you knew he gripped the hilts of his swords a little tighter, because you’d see the ridges in his wrist dip and pull like piano strings perpendicular to the line of his gloves. The blades would sing little sharper on those days, his arms freeing them in a jerk rather than their usual smooth, deliberate slide.

It was amazing you ever made it beyond unsheathing your weapons.

But oh, were you glad you did, because watching Marcus Moreno fight was truly a treat. The control he had over his body was remarkable; even when his limbs flung and stretched, they were to ready to contract again at a second’s notice. “Fight” was really too limited of a term for it- Marcus manipulated his body in an incredible harmony of mind and muscle, using his weapons- including his telekinesis- as extensions of himself.

You wondered sometimes how fine his control over his telekinesis was- if he could use it on himself. If he did use it somehow to give his blows that devastating extra speed and strength.

It was easy to understand, after witnessing him, why battle is often described as a dance.

On particularly ruthless training days, his tan skin would gleam with sweat. It would bead and trickle along the pulsing veins in his arms, drawing your attention even more, and salacious scenes would flash behind your eyelids: those same glistening forearms visible in your peripherals as they box you against a wall, that same intent glitter in his dark eyes as they come closer and closer, breathless, his chest heaving into yours-

You never let on to any of this though. You were a master of the blade, and had trained too thoroughly to let the appearance of an opponent get to you. Besides that fact, you would never do anything to risk your place with the Heroics. Although you were an authority figure, they were still superheroes, and thus unlike anyone else you’d worked with- it made for a challenging, stimulating dynamic in which you were constantly both instructor and student.

Even outside of the training arena, Marcus’s arms were a sight.

Holding data pads or writing utensils as he led the Heroics in discussions of group tactics, deftly manipulating characters onscreen or scribbling things on a whiteboard. Sometimes he would go to these sessions straight from physical training, and the cooling sweat on his skin would raise goosebumps all along the smooth flesh.

You observed how gently his arms could move in yet other circumstances.

Training specialists often joined in when the Heroics were given new gadgets to play with. And although these days tended to be slower, they still made you sweat. Watching the caution with which Marcus handled the gear at first, the slow care he reserved for things with which he was still becoming familiar. The precision and that control he always kept- even when his frustration slipped out in the form of snarky remarks, he was always conscious of his movements. As he gained confidence, the surety would return to his motions, his shoulders squaring in quiet triumph- his broad, broad shoulders, which you had imagined far too many times propping up your thighs while his hands and mouth were otherwise engaged between them.

You wondered if Marcus would treat your body like something new he had to master. If his hands would probe and caress with the same thoroughness. If the same wicked delight would steal over his features as he learned how best to coax you toward his desired goals; if his fascinated smirk would change after the thousandth time he had taken you apart.

It didn’t help that these sessions highlighted that he was a kind, competent teacher. His teammates exasperated him sometimes, but Marcus was the first to step in when one of them was struggling. A light touch to rearrange their stance, an encouraging word or smile. If you hadn’t personally felt the power thrumming under his skin, you would have never guessed that such a soft man was capable of his immense abilities.

Occasionally you had to remind yourself not to get all dopey-eyed when he was instructing the kids. If you thought he was patient with the adult Heroics, it was nothing compared to how he interacted with their younger counterparts. Equally firm and joking in turn, he taught them every trick he knew while desperately hoping they would never have to use the knowledge.

Some days were easier for him than others- the times they practiced with weapons could have unexpectedly diverting consequences. Marcus let Guppy hold his katanas, once- she was fully capable with her shark strength, but the vision of the diminutive girl brandishing swords that were taller than she was, her face aglow with a ferocious grin, had all the others in fits.

You swore he was suppressing laughter himself as he carefully took them away from her. His hands, already distracting enough, looked comically vast compared to hers as he delicately maneuvered them to pluck the swords from her grasp. Something about the sight of his thick fingers, resettling themselves around the hilts with reflexive ease, made your mouth dry.

His fingers squeezed other things, too, and it made flames leap low in your belly every time.

Lime wedges, on the rare occasions he indulged in drinks stronger than wine at the Headquarters bar. His friends’s shoulders, in affection and farewell, after relaxing with them at said bar following hard days. You longed to be one of those who Marcus slung an arm around in jest, a laugh shaking his shoulders and sparkling in his eyes. Would his skin be as warm as it was while swinging a weapon? What would his body feel like softened in mirth, instead of vibrating with focus?

You didn’t blame him for his more formal attitude during work hours. His days were busy, and you rarely saw him off the training mats. You had shared a few evenings with him on nights when the bar was quieter, though. He was perfectly friendly, treating you just like anyone else he was getting to know.

Tonight was one of those quieter nights, but you didn’t do more than cast a quick glance at the small group sitting in the corner before slumping to the bar. You were worn out today, and just wanted something strong and solitary before going home.

You sighed into the numbing wash of your drink, your eyes drifting shut. Nobody would bother you this evening; it wasn’t that kind of atmosphere.

Except- the barstool next to yours scraped against the floor.

You inhaled deeply, preparing to politely rip into whatever idiot was assuming you needed company- only to have the words struck off your lips by the apprehensive brown eyes of Marcus Moreno.

“Hey,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry to bother you. You can tell me to march right back to my table if you like, but uh, I just wanted to see if you were all right. After today.”

You could see that he genuinely meant it- he was perched only partially on the barstool, ready to take off again if you said the word. But his gaze was curious, concerned.

You brow furrowed. “After today?” you echoed, too caught off-guard to think of anything else. What could he mean? Nothing special had happened today. He’d disarmed you, sure, but it wasn’t the first time that had occurred in the eight months you’d been working with him.

Marcus shifted uncertainly. “You just seemed...tired. Reflexes slower than usual,” he noted wryly. “And, well. We have matching bags.” He pointed to his face, where dark shadows were visible beneath his eyes. He offered a self-deprecating, tentative smile, conscious that he was treading in new territory.

It takes you a minute to process. In all the time you’ve spent observing his fighting techniques to perfection, you’d never considered that he could have been using those same opportunities to observe you. It provokes a funny feeling in your chest, twisting your breath up in your lungs like tangled ribbon.

“Oh,” you murmur, surprised but unoffended by his mention of the bags under your eyes. “Well...I am tired today, I guess.” You took a sip of your drink, gauging his interest, hesitating before continuing. “My sister broke her hip, so she just moved in with me for while she heals. It’s been...a stressful transition,” you admitted.

He angles himself toward you, attention fully committed and eyes widening in sympathy. “Oh gosh, that’s terrible. Do you need some time off? I can clear it with the boss for you, work with Santino for however long you need.” He seemed to straighten up, as if ready to spring away and take care of it the moment you answered.

“No, please,” you chuckled in appreciation of his earnestness. “I might need a few shorter days, but neither of us need me fussing over her 24/7.” Both you and your sister were strongly independent. It meant that you had often been at odds when you were younger, but you were all each other had now, and had made efforts to improve your relationship.

Marcus nodded in understanding, settling again. He seemed at a loss for if he should leave or say something else, so you made the choice for him.

“Tired of getting your ass kicked in my lessons, Moreno? You know Santino doesn’t work you as hard.” Your fellow swordsmanship instructor was slightly younger, a newer hire who was still a little bit in awe of the Heroics.

You didn’t usually speak so flippantly to him, but his eyebrows arced high at the challenge, a smile tugging on his lips. “Sounds like somebody needs a reminder of who kicked whose ass today, ma’am.” Rolling right along with your apparent newfound playfulness.

You pinpointed, suddenly, what was different about him tonight, why this interaction felt different compared to your others. There’d always been an air of deference about him before, as if even outside of the arena he considered you a superior. But tonight he was just treating you like a peer, a regular person. Maybe it had taken your excessively dragging day for him to come to terms with the fact that you were a regular person, but the ice finally felt like it had broken between you and you just...talked, after that. For longer than both of you probably intended.

“Shoot, I have to go get Missy,” Marcus realized, catching sight of his watch. “But you- you’ll be here again? I mean, I see you here a lot.” He stumbled over his words.

Did he? It was true that you were often at the bar at the same time, but for him to acknowledge that meant that he actually noticed you. Remembered your presence.

“Yeah, I’m here pretty regularly,” you confirmed, cautiously hopeful.

“Good. I mean, I’ll see you, then- next time.” His voice rasped low, but there was a nervousness in his expression. He twisted his jacket between his large hands.

He wanted to see you again. “Yes.” You smiled at him, surprise and pleasure shining through. “I’ll see you next time,” you said with conviction.

His eyes crinkled in answer, and your breath caught. Your ordered yourself not to watch him leave the room.

You drove home with a quiet grin on your face.

#we can be heroes #wcbh #wcbh fic #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #NOBODY LOOK AT ME

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fantasia-monogram · 3 years ago

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Seven to twelve

♥️ Inseong x female reader (female anatomy); mentions of other SF9 members.

♥️ This is set in the As the clock strikes midnight universe, right after the epilogue! Read it before this one to get the context.

♥️ Smut (2.7k words); y/n is a professional Domme. Inseong is a bisexual sub. Mommy kink, degradation, spanking. Mentions of other BDSM practices.

♥️ Quality Department leader Kim Inseong has two secrets: first is his love for kink, second is a massive crush on a hot guy from HR department. Every Thursday, a trusted Domme helps him deal with frustration keeping those secrets causes.

♥️ Disclaimer: this is just for fun! I’m not claiming that’s how they are in real life, it’s just my imagination doing whatever it wants. Read at your own discretion.

As you stepped back into the dungeon, you admired the transformation the room had undergone while you were taking a shower. Your previous customer made a huge mess (still, not even comparable to the mess you've made of him). You weren't the best at cleaning - you've had other talents that got you through life, after all - so you couldn't help but be amazed at the work the cleaning staff did in such a short time.

Gone were the wet stains on the floor, and a soiled rug had been replaced for a fresh, fluffy one. All the scary torture equipment was hidden behind partition that would automatically slide out of the nearest wall by a press of a button. Antique leather chair was switched to a cozy looking armchair with blankets laid out on the floor next to it. The mood of the otherwise pretty sterile space was warmed up thanks to pink tinted lighting.

All of those were a tell-tale sign who your next customer would be.

You opened the wardrobe and took a black satin-and-lace bodysuit out of it. Your usual tight corset and leather boots wouldn't be needed this time. After you put the garment on, you opted for classic shiny stilettos, and topped the outfit with a short flowy dressing gown.

Just to be sure everything was in place, you checked yourself out in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door: the look was a blend of a retro housewife and a pin-up girl, complete with vintage style lingerie, aggressive eyeliner and red lipstick. Just as he liked it.

There were only minutes left to the appointment, so you stroke a couple more poses to see the outfit in different angles. Perfect. You crossed the floor in a few elegant strides, to finally take a seat on the armchair in the middle of the spacious room.

You had a pretty chill end of the workday ahead of you.

A soft, somewhat cautious knock on the door broke the silence.

"Come in."

There he was, entering hesitantly, and closing the door behind him in an awkward manner. Inseong - you had no interest in your customers' last names, it was something only the administration ladies kept for business purposes - was a tall, very tall man with broad shoulders, lanky limbs and a bit of a tummy; his face, though, was that of a teenage boy, with barely any wrinkles and nervous expression. From what he told you, he was some kind of a supervisor or a boss or something in the field of corporate banking. At that moment, however, with his black bangs covering his forehead, he was stripped out of all titles he might have held as a higher up.

Honestly, he looked pretty cute in a set of pink fleece pajamas with a print consisting of little yellow chicks.

He stood there, big eyes looking at you anxiously. You knew he was waiting for your sign - his wish was to experience your different moods, so you always kept him uncertain for a bit. It was more fun this way.

That night you decided to play nice, at least for a while. You put on your warmest smile, spreading your arms.

"Come on, baby, come to Mommy!"

Inseong didn't need to be told twice. He rushed from his place. In seconds, he sank onto his knees inbetween your spread legs. You sneaked your arms around his neck and harshly pulled him forward, only to let him plant his face right into your breasts.

Right, he had a thing for boobs. And muscular body types. That's why he chose to pay for your services in the first place.

He stayed like this for a good minute or two, occasionally rubbing his face against your soft flesh. You kept gently patting his head this entire time, until you decided that was enough and yanked him away by a handful of hair.

"Why don't you tell Mommy about your day, baby?" You cooed, still gripping his hair tightly. His eyes, looking even bigger, were all fired up already.

He was so easy to figure out.

"Y-yes… Yes, Mommy, I will," he stuttered. You let go of him, so he could sink back to the floor and lie his head on your lap.

You got back to combing your fingers through his black strands, just to keep the variety.

"There is this guy in the company…" Inseong started, his voice a bit hushed. "In another department. He's dreamy. But I don't think he's interested in me. I don't think he's interested in guys at all. Or at least in pathetic guys like me."

You uttered a soft mhmm to encourage him. Oh, so he came in to release the frustration. You already had a plan on how to help him with that, but that required waiting for a good moment to start the actual scene.

"I can't believe anybody would be able to resist my pretty baby," you sighed, staying in character.

"Thank you, Mommy…" Inseong replied shyly; he knew how to behave, or rather, how to reply to your compliments. "Actually, he spends so much time with that… I can never remember her name… She's a monster. Five and barely a half feet of a goddamn monster. I've heard they want to promote her to a leadership position soon. And she's so old! I can't believe Jaeyoonie is into older women."

Your eyes went wide at the name. No way. Glad Inseong couldn't see your face right now, you quickly calmed yourself down.

"Some guys are into milfs, you know that, right, baby?" You snorted. The things you had to do just to pace the appointment right…

"She's not a milf! She's only a year or two older than me," Inseong explained.

Come to think of it, you had no idea how old he was, and it was hard to tell by his looks only.

"Anyway, I'm sure he's fucking her. Or that awkward skinny boy always hanging out with them." Inseong started to sound pissed off at this point. "Now that I think of it, he could easily take them both! And that would mean he's into older women and younger guys. I don't fit into any of those demographics. What a nightmare."

"You never know," you concluded, although internally you were getting more and more suspicious of Jaeyoonie's identity.

"But there's more…" Inseong's voice broke at the last word. "There was a company party earlier that week… I drank too much and he saw me throwing up in the bathroom… I can't believe I embarrassed myself like that…"

That was the moment you were waiting for. You stopped your caresses immediately.

"Wait a minute. When was that party, exactly?"

You could feel Inseong tense up under your hand.

"Wednesday night…" He mumbled.

"Is that why you rescheduled from Thursday to Friday?"

You gripped his shirt at the back of his neck.

"Yes, Mommy… I was so hungover… I wouldn't be able to play with you…" Inseong started stumbling over his words. You slid your hand up, grasped a fistful of hair and pulled it back so he could face you in a very uncomfortable position.

The panic that flashed through Inseong's eyes gave you a solid rush of adrenaline.

"Good boys don't drink more than they could handle," you stated in a dead serious tone.

"B-but…" Inseong stuttered, "I have low tolerance. And everyone else was drinking…"

You tightened the grip on his hair, eliciting a strangled whine out of him.

"Then you shouldn't have drunk at all, you silly baby." You slowly stood up from your seat, dragging Inseong up on his knees, followed by a litany of pained whimpers. "You made Mommy sad. I've been waiting for you the entire day."

"Oh, no… I'm so sorry, Mommy…" Inseong babbled, on the verge of crying.

Not wanting to overdo it with his emotions just yet, you let go of his hair. He barely managed to feel relief, when you forcibly grabbed his chin.

"You're Mommy's favorite boy, but you need to learn your lesson" you concluded, staring straight into his panicked eyes. "What should I do with you now?"

Inseong went silent, nothing but anticipation pictured on his face.

"Oh, you look way too eager," you said, loosening the grip on Inseong's chin, "Go to the corner, hands on the wall."

"No, please!" Inseong cried out, although you knew very well he was just playing along. "Not the corner!"

"Should I make you go there on your fours?"

The guy mumbled a barely audible I'm sorry and obediently walked to the nearest wall. He took the usual position: propped on his hands, head hanging low, his broad back facing you - obviously, with the round butt presented to you in a shameful way.

To keep him waiting, you first took in the sight, unable to hold back a smirk. You knew soon he would be absolutely wrecked, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment and shining with tears.

Saying you loved your job would be an understatement.

Satisfied, you approached him, clicking of your heels the only sound in the room.

"I guess I have to spank you."

Inseong's head jerked up a little.

"I'm going to do this through your pants, though, and I'm going to use my bare hand only."

Inseong whined, head leaning down to previous position.

"One more complaint and I'm going to shove a plug into your hole and make you stand here for the rest of the night."

"I'm sorry!" He apologized frantically.

It's not like you haven't done that punishment before - you smiled at the memory of him coming untouched - but he really seemed desperate for some action this time.

You came closer and hovered your hand over the perfect curve of Inseong's butt. He trembled under your touch. So, so desperate.

"It's gonna be thirty, because that's how many hours I had to wait between the time you rescheduled to this meeting," you announced, causing Inseong to whimper quietly.

"Can I count?" He asked shyly.

"You're dumb enough to not know your limits, I think counting to thirty would be too much to ask."

With that, you landed the first slap.

You observed Inseong for a couple seconds before continuing. He didn't make a sound, but his arms shook, long fingers folding into fists against the wall. You wondered if he would even last the whole session.

Your predictions would soon turn out to be true: he started whimpering after each hit as soon as you landed the third one. When you approached the tenth, the whimpers turned into screams. Once you passed the first half, all he could do was to moan uncontrollably, his legs shaking so much you were wondering how could he even stand up at that point.

He didn't use the safe word, not even a single word of protest escaped his mouth either, so you knew it was fine to continue. He was so close to breaking. You absolutely adored the feeling of this moment approaching.

Finally, as you were raising your hand to slap Inseong's ass for the twenty seventh time, his knees gave up. The guy sunk down to the floor, still leaning against the wall. That turned out to be too much for him, though - ultimately, he slid his hands down, too.

You looked at him intently: Inseong, resting on all fours, kept trembling, his breathing so loud you could hear it from above. What an absolute mess. You were so amused you decided to end the session on a sweet note; however, your understanding of sweet was very... specific.

"What's that, baby? You can't take it anymore?" You cooed, approaching closer. Your shin brushed against his buttcheek.

"Mommy… I…" Inseong panted, visibly struggling to form a complete sentence. "Can I touch myself? I can't take it anymore…"

You almost laughed at how pained his tone was. Led by curiosity, you kneeled right behind him and leaned to take a close look: indeed, he was tenting in his cute pajama pants. Pathetic.

"Mmm, I'm not sure," you mused. "I don't think you've earned the permission to touch yourself."

"Mommy, please, it hurts," Inseong pleaded. He regained the ability to speak, but his voice started breaking.

"I want you to come, but I also want you to embarrass yourself even more, since you couldn't take your spanking like a good boy," you wondered aloud in an amused tone, "What should I do?"

You knew exactly, but hearing Inseong hold in his breath was worth every second of suspense.

"Anything… I'll do anything…"

Hearing that, you came to conclusion you've had enough of toying with him. You reached to ruffle his hair. He leaned into your touch like a cat.

"Dumb kittens like you don't deserve to be touched directly."

You lodged your thigh inbetween his legs, making him moan loudly at the sudden contact. He felt hard and heavy against your skin through the fabric separating you two.

"Work for it, baby," you commanded.

Inseong didn't need to be told twice. Disregarding all dignity, he started grinding against your thigh, his thrusts becoming more and more furious with time, until he couldn't hold back grunts escaping his mouth. You could feel his cock getting heavier; years of having to keep your urges to yourself during sessions gave you incredible self control, but Inseong's eagerness was turning you on so much you had to think of something quick. To ground yourself, you grabbed onto his hips, helping him grind even harder.

He looked so broken, though - with his head low on the floor, resting on his arms, and his ass high up, relying on you completely in his need for pleasure. The sounds coming out of him weren't making it any easier for you either.

It didn't take him long to finish at this pace. He stilled, arching his back, and came with a delicious, drawn-out moan. You quickly retracted your thigh, as you felt the wetness on his pants coming in contact with your skin.

You let him come down from his high. Once he was fine enough to sit up, you pulled him into a back hug. He sighed happily, leaning against your cleavage.

For good measure, you planted a couple kisses on his cheek and the side of his neck, leaving bright lipstick marks all over; he giggled uncontrollably at your affectionate gesture.

"Thank you, Mommy," Inseong purred, a smile adorning his pretty lips, "My head is so clear now. I feel so much better."

You wondered how he could sound so innocent with a huge wet spot in the front of his pants, not to mention he probably could barely sit with his butt burning from the spanking.

"I hope my baby has a good weekend." You kissed his cheek once again, this time letting your lips linger on his skin for a little longer.

Inseong's legs turned out to be still too wobbly to support him, so you helped him stand up and walked him to the door.

"You're gonna be fine in the shower?" you asked, a bit worried considering his weak state.

"I wish Mommy would join me, but I'm a big boy. I'll manage," he assured you.

To be honest, you wished for the same thing, but business was business, and Inseong was just your customer - no matter how much fun you had ruining him each time.

"Thank you, really. I needed that so much," he said, dropping the character. "See you next week."

You stared at the door for a while after he left, pretty sure there was something that slipped your mind during the meeting.

At last, it hit you: Jaeyoon, probably matching Inseong's ideal buff type, working a 9-to-5 job in some corporation. Could he be your old acquaintance from the BDSM community you met at a self defense course? You wondered for a while at the possibility.

Opening the wardrobe, you briefly rested your eyes on the clock. Seven to twelve. No time to muse over the past; you hoped those two would get together eventually, because if Inseong was the supervisor Jaeyoon couldn't shut up about all those years ago, then… well, they had some catching up to do.

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