BlackVeilKiller

Remettre le couvert You were at Shinomiya's office, discussing a new concept for a brand new course menu with the chef-owner himself. With papers on hand and a pen on the other, you read the context aloud. "Do you think an orange chocolate mousse would be better than layers of caramel and Madagascar vanilla custard as the accompaniment?" You asked. With his head atop of his hands in a steepling position and his body leaning forward, he bore his eyes on you with a calculating gaze. He could clearly see how your pearly white teeth mashed with your naturally pinkish lip as you bit it in contemplation. Or how your face scrunched up with your e

It’s been a month since your boyfriend went on a mission with The Avengers. You took up residence on his floor of the tower after about a year of dating. You sighed to yourself as you sat down on the sofa. You flipped through the channels on the television until JARVIS’ voice came on. “Miss [Last Name], a video transmission has been sent over by Captain Rogers. Would you like to view the video playback?” “Yes JARVIS, thank you,” you smiled a little to yourself as you began to watch the screen. You observed Steve’s surroundings and noticed he was on the quinjet with the other Avengers. You saw him f

Remettre le couvert You were at Shinomiya's office, discussing a new concept for a brand new course menu with the chef-owner himself. With papers on hand and a pen on the other, you read the context aloud. "Do you think an orange chocolate mousse would be better than layers of caramel and Madagascar vanilla custard as the accompaniment?" You asked. With his head atop of his hands in a steepling position and his body leaning forward, he bore his eyes on you with a calculating gaze. He could clearly see how your pearly white teeth mashed with your naturally pinkish lip as you bit it in contemplation. Or how your face scrunched up with your e

∞ Apology Spaghetti ∞¡Mildly strong language!            The front door slammed shut loudly and footsteps on the stairs resounded throughout the big house. The only two other people in the house with her jolted from surprise, one of them making a careless brushstroke and the other almost dropping the basket of tomatoes. A few of them rolled onto the kitchen floor. The golden hazel-eyed teen crouched down to pick them up, furrowing his brows in confusion as he glanced at the ceiling.    “What the-” he muttered.    “Sorella?” a boy questioned out loud and poked his head out his room, looking over t

Do do do d-do do do do do do She's a good girl She's Daddy's favorite He's saved for Harvard He know she'll make it She's good at school She's never truant She can speak French (I think she's fluent) When you had first met Allen Jones, you had steered clear of him. Your parents had drilled it into your  brain to stay away from trouble, and Allen Jones was filled with it. You had kept your head down in the halls, wanting to just get through the day and get home and bury your face in an old novel. And because of that, it didn't take long for Mr.Bad-Boy to take notice of the innocent girl keeping her head down with textbook in hand. At first,

“(first)-chin.” A purple haired giant laid sprawled out on a large bed while he watched his lover ready herself for bed. He hiccuped a few times, still feeling the effects of the alcohol he had some hours ago. “(first)-chiiiin~” he whined. “Hm~? What’s wrong Atsushi?” You continued on with your nightly routine, stripping off the elegant red dress you wore to your work’s faculty event. You felt your boyfriend’s hazy violet eyes trace the outline of your body, soaking in your curvaceous silhouette before you covered yourself in one of his baggy t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Groaning in res

It was cold. I woke up to darkness. I pulled my blankets off and sat up. Stretching and rubbing my eyes. Where did Mark go? I thought. I was staying the night at the dorm, Mark had let me sleep in his bed. I thought that he would still want to sleep in his own bed, I don’t take up that much room. I  put on my slippers and quietly shuffled out of the room. There was a flicker of light coming from the living room. I snuck down the hallway, and poked my head around the corner of the wall. I saw a head of fiery red hair leaning on the back of the couch. Mark what the hell are you doing? I approached quietly, trying not to trip over the edge

[Soulmate AU where soulmates are born with matching tattoos] Levi groaned as he turned down yet another hallway. This high school was much bigger than his last one. Thanks to his uncle constantly moving, Levi found himself changing schools quite often. It was particularly frustrating having to transfer in the middle of the year when he would be the only person not knowing where they were going. In fact, looking around Levi couldn’t see a single soul around. The bell had rang several minutes ago but he still had no luck finding his way around. Pushing a pair of double doors open he grew more frustrated seeing they led to an outside di

Hopping down the last few steps, you slid into the living room in your socks. “Heeeelllloooo everyone!” You said with a giggle, trying hard not to slip on the floor. Jeff looked over at you with an unamused expression clearly written on his face. “Really (y/n)? We’ve been waiting on you forever!” He groaned impatiently. You glanced sheepishly at the TV. It was on the play menu of “The Conjuring” obviously waiting to be started. “Oops. Sorry, I was trying to find my (f/c) pillow.” You said, lifting said pillow in the air for emphasis. BEN smirked, “Little (y/n) scared of the movie alr

"Such a beautiful couple." Jane said as she walked by, smiling. Jeff held [m/n] close. "Shut up Jane." He growled. "Hey, hey, hey. I was just being nice~" Jane giggled and left. "You know Jeff, you could be nicer t-to her. She was just being nice." [m/n] spoke quietly. Jeff sighed. "I guess you're right. I'll try." Jeff smiled at [m/n]. "T-Thank you, Jeff." [m/n] kissed Jeff, Jeff kissed back, smiling still. A little dangers never stopped me before Seduced by hypnotic eyes and a kiss to die for Everything you do causes me pain torture me with a smile Burning me with your flame Jeff walking around, looking for you. "[m/n]!?" Jeff called, si

((A/N: This takes place after the Anime and manga. Kyouya and reader are finishing their last semester of high school and moving on to college.)) Kyoya sat on the couch in the living room of his home, waiting for (y/n) to come back from the kitchen. He had invited her over to watch a movie. As nice as it was to be around his friends, he wanted it to be just (y/n). From the first day she moved to Japan and began attending Ouran Academy, Kyoya had an interest in her. She wasn't like the other girls, acting more like Haruhi. Her upbringing was fairly similar, as well. Since she lived in America for most of her life, (y/n) knew what it was like

Okay, I was babysitting my little cousin, and we went to the park.  And these kids were making fun of this albino kid, of course I broke that up the moment I saw it, gave the kids a scolding, and brought them to their parents and told them what was going on.  Making fun of others is NOT okay, got it!? [F/n] - first name, [L/n] - last name [H/l]- hair length, [F/c] - fave color, [F/s] - fave snack, [F/f] - fave flavor      [F/n] hated a lot of things.  She hated her parents for letting this happen, she hated the doctors for saving her life multiple times, she hated whatever mystical force created her this way, she hated people everywhere for

Needless to say, you weren’t particularly thrilled. After a dozen make-up artists and twice as many dresses were circulated through your temporary room in the Avengers Tower, you were dolled up for a party you had no intention of attending. Tony stated it was mandatory all the Avengers show up, and being Clint’s daughter it was only natural you had to make an appearance as well. There were a couple “bird guys” you could talk to, in reference to Rhodey (whom had no connection to birds, save for flying), and Sam (who had a pair of wings similar to yours,  but hadn't made them like you). Due to your intelligence being o

Orchid - a symbol of peace Eyes close. Breaths quick. Your heart races. 1...2...3... And it comes again. You wince, a needle of anxiety piercing your chest, and the cold, paralyzing feeling peels throughout your rigid body. 1...2...3... Again. 1...2...3... And it comes again. But, you stay. You sit and face those thoughts. The only way to conquer a fear you manifested is to turn and face it. It hurts. God, did it hurt. With a quiet gasp, you reach out into the darkness, the chaos of fear plaguing you so. You silently beg for a savior, anyone, anything to shake you. Then, a warm hand encircles your own. Jolting from your sense