#why DID break not wait for lost & found? i...i don't know either haha

[nobully]

RESTRICTED, for shenanigans

a comprehensive list of scenarios | 60. RESTRICTED : for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

Wang Yi hisses as the foot of the man above him digs into his shoulder.

' Ouch! Watch your heel. '

' You know breaking and entering is illegal, right? '

A suspicious giggle sounds from above him as Break clamors onto the wall. "So is blackmail."

' Hey, you blackmailed me first! ' And then Wang Yi bites back a yelp as paws dig into his shirt before their four-footed owner leaps onto the ledge besides his companion.

【The fact that he was able to blackmail you at all reflects poorly on you, Host.】

【A real villain would've avoided such obvious pitfalls.】

' A "real villain" just follows the script, ' Wang Yi retorts before joining them both. ' Xerxes, what do you see? '

"Not a thing." Perched contentedly on the wall, the resident mastermind of their harebrained scheme feels curiously unconcerned as he enjoys the night breeze.

' Hahah, very funny. ' But all right, it is pretty dark. ' What about you, Sao Ling? '

【No guards here, if that's what you're wondering. You're both in the clear and I can see the party on the lawn to our west.】

' This is still completely stupid. '

"Will your cat," Break remarks, with knowing emphasis on the last word, "not leave evidence behind if he joins us?"

' He exists on like, a separate plane or something, ' Wang Yi waves airily. ' Anyways, enough talk. Let's just get your doll and get out. ' He jumps down first, landing on some soft grass before turning to spread open his arms for Break. ' Do you need me to catch y— '

The next second Break descends soundlessly by his side, cane held out to maintain his balance as it tip brushes just shy of Wang Yi's ear. "This way," he adds and starts traversing across the lawn, ignoring the eyeroll that Wang Yi shoots behind his back.

Yeah, yeah. I'd like to see you try the same trick twice. Sao Ling lands on his shoulder before Wang Yi trails after Break, muffling his footsteps as much as possible while wondering how the guy manages to walk like a ninja with a gait like that.

Operation: Night at the Musuem had begun.

***

The story went like this: earlier that day Xerxes Break, connoisseur of fine art (since when, Wang Yi grumbles and doesn’t get an answer back) had been enjoying a pleasant stroll through the hallowed halls of Tempus Museum when the closing announcement went off. Like any good Spirale citizen (Wang Yi snorts at that, and Break offers him a napkin that makes him snort some more), he had left with the crowd out the lobby only to discover his dear Emily missing from his shoulder! Alas, the museum had closed by then and the guards refused him entry, so he was coming back at night to recover his forgotten friend.

‘ You can’t wait until tomorrow to ask Lost and Found? ’ Wang Yi asked when the sorry tale finished.

Break nobly set down the linzer cookie he was eating, though the effect was marred by the crumbs around his lips. “And sleep knowing Emily’s alone in that house of horrors?”

‘ I thought you said it was an art museum. She should be right at home if she’s as old as you… ’

“In no century does a man win approval for abandoning a lady after curfew hours, especially when she's a dear friend.”

Wang Yi had suggested going to the police, which Break had flat-out refused for something so trivial. Then Break had asked him to come along, which Wang Yi rejected in turn.

"Well, I could always ask Nicolette..." Break mused, resting his chin against his sleeve as he listened to the telltale sputter of the man across the table.

' She's busy, ' Wang Yi shook his head. Although Nicolette hadn't told him all the details, he heard she was having lots of fun wrecking havoc on the guys that had tried to dump them in the ocean once upon a time. Like hell he’d stop her now.

"I'm sure I could convince her. After all, there's that note you wrote with the candy—"

' Hey! ' Wang Yi barked back. ' Medical reports! Hard copies and digital! '

The two of them met gazes across the table (and really, reflected Wang Yi, it was annoying how Break had the habit of looking through you even when he was staring at you) before both fell back in their seats.

"Seven-thirty sharp," Break began, even as Wang Yi finished, ' And not a word. '

***

Sneaking into Tempus Museum at night was basically a death wish, but lucky for them some rich locals from Fibonacci were holding an Art Appreciation Party that night in the front lawn. More importantly, the curator had cleared them to have a limited "night tour" of the premises, albeit with close supervision.

' This is assault, ' Wang Yi sighed as they subdued two guests with his special cocktail of knockout drugs and dragged them under some bushes.

' I mean, all this work and for what? You don't even know if you'll find her, ' he added as they joined the rest of the guests while Sao Ling stayed behind to keep an eye on the bodies.

' I could be having a bath by now. I could've had two baths, ' he went on after brainwashing their mini tour group into accepting them and lining up to enter the museum.

Break was content to stay silent through most of these tirades, his other senses busy keeping tabs on their location where his eyes fell short. He made sure that Wang Yi was nearby at all times (not particularly difficult, with how much noise he made) and ended up linking his arm firmly with his own as they finally stepped inside the building. He heard more than saw Wang Yi stiffen unnaturally and turned towards him when the man leaned in to whisper by his ear.

' Uh, Xerxes? '

"Yes?"

' You never said the museum was sentient? '

***

' We should leave, ' Wang Yi muttered after the tour guide had taken them down one hallway while advising them to "look and not touch, and certainly don't maintain eye contact!" ' I can sense malicious intent from landscape paintings. How do they even feel things? They don't like us—I sure as hell don't like them— '

"And how exactly would we leave?" Break muttered back irritably. "You said so yourself—these hallways keep going on with no sense of logic or direction."

' Well, how'd you leave in the daytime? '

"I followed the crowd." That was at least a partial lie, but it was laughable for a blind man to go admire works of art in the first place. He only came out of curiosity, perhaps because a certain someone's roommates had mentioned about that person applying for a position here. "And none of these artworks were moving while the sun was up."

' No wonder they made a big deal just for a night tour. Stupid haunted art gallery—shit, that statue just glared at me. '

"It'd be more helpful," Break muttered, "If you could describe what you were seeing instead of dumping your feelings on me like a personal diary."

' Can't you see for yourself? ' Wang Yi shot back.

"I'm busy sensing for Emily," Break lied easily, "and I have severe night blindness." Understatement of the evening.

' No wonder you dragged me with you... ' Wang Yi muttered, but switched to describing each freak work of art as they passed them.

It wasn't until they made their way to the culinary courtyard and the familiar smell of sugar assailed Break's nostrils that Wang Yi stopped his narration with a start.

"What is it?" Break frowned.

' That's her, isn't it? Sitting next to the cupcakes. ' Wang Yi nudged him. ' Uhh, what do your "senses" tell you? '

That was enough context to be obvious. Immediately, Break called upon Mad Hatter for the fourth time that day to augment his vision for five precious minutes, and as expected—there was Emily, sitting in some sort of tea party setup with giant cupcakes half her size.

"It's her," he confirmed, and before Wang Yi could say so what's the plan, he had already broken out of the group to swipe her from her doll-sized seat.

"Took you long enough," Emily scolded as soon as she was back on his shoulder, soothing some of the rattled nerves he'd been nursing for the entire tour. Too many things had gone beyond his calculations today—which wasn't exactly his fault but rankled all the same when he already had so little under control.

"Excuse me!" the tour guide exclaimed while the rest of the guests tittered in scandalized whispers and now—now Break heard Mad Hatter telling him about them too, dressed to the nines in their ridiculous outfits, jewelry, and make-up, the Chain chattering a mile a minute as if to make up for the hours of suppressed silence he'd buried it under for this night, this moment.

' It's fine! ' That was Wang Yi—dressed the plainest of them all in just a jacket and pants. ' He just really likes sweets, haha! Nothing wrong there, right? I'll get him— ' He moved in and grabbed Break's arm, instantly dropping his voice to more urgent tones. ' What the hell Xerxes, you didn't have to make a scene? It's not like I can brainwash them indefinitely?! '

Break gripped him back, feeling the residual warmth from the place where he'd been hugging Wang Yi's forearm for the past 18 minutes, and grinned. "How much time do you have left on your daily limit?"

Wang Yi checked his phone timer and grimaced. ' 12 minutes and 42 seconds? '

"Then tell them to turn a blind eye." The joke was lost to everyone except him, so it was only Emily who cackled in response. "I'll take care of getting us out."

' What? But you—ugh, fine! ' Wang Yi broke free again, running back to the group even as the tour guide started coming over to demand answers.

"Just what is the matter with you two—"

' All of you saw nothing and will keep seeing nothing until we're gone, ' Wang Yi snapped back, eyes glowing red, and the entire group froze on command. The tour guide paused, then turned stiffly back to resume her task.

"Next on the itinerary, we'll be working our way to my favorite, the Decorated Forge and its weapons..."

' Okay okay, what now? ' Wang Yi ran back, only to see Break staring at the sky. He followed his gaze and saw the beautiful glass dome of the semi-outdoor area. ' Wait, you're not... '

"We might as well go both ways," Break muttered before unsheathing his cane. "Breaking and exiting shouldn't be too different."

' What the f—?! '

Glass shattered.

***

With no better options, they ran.

Midway through fleeing across the lawn, Break tripped, sending Wang Yi stumbling after him. The latter recovered first, climbing to his knees while alarm bells rang off in the museum behind them. Shit, they were screwed if they were caught.

' Xerxes, we need to move,' he hissed, grabbing the man (and the doll that had fallen by his side) and pulling him upright. ' C'mon, just until we get out of here... '

By some miracle they rendezvoused with Sao Ling while avoiding the patrols and then it was back to scaling the wall, Wang Yi pushing Break most of the way since the guy was having trouble climbing. Fortunately, most of security seemed preoccupied with checking whether anything was stolen and didn't track them down immediately.

【I managed to drag the bodies of your victims to a convenient spot,】 Sao Ling commented once they were out and hurrying down the streets. 【They should serve as a good distraction for the guards.】

' Seriously, you couldn't just wait 'til we finished the tour normally? ' Wang Yi complained while supporting Break with one arm. ' I could've—I don't know, brainwashed them first while you slipped her in your coat or something? '

Break didn't reply, but Emily's disparaging remarks were enough to state what she thought of that plan.

' Yeah fine, whatever, at least we made it out—whoa, easy there! ' Wang Yi caught Break as he suddenly slumped again. ' You okay? '

"It's fine—just need a minute—catch my breath."

Wang Yi doubted that, but helped Break to a sitting position on the sidewalk so he was leaning against someone's fence. Then his phone timer went off, so he had to deal with that before Sao Ling nudged at his heels.

【Wang Yi, they've found us.】

Hearing footsteps approach, Wang Yi quickly took something from his jacket before turning around, shielding Break with his body.

Museum guards. Two of them, one with a torchlight and the other peering at them behind square-shaped spectacles.

"Excuse me," Spectacles spoke first. "Were you part of the Art Appreciation tour group tonight? There was an incident..."

' What art group? ' Wang Yi blinked back innocently.

The guard was unmoved. "Members of the group reported two of their party missing. It's suspected they might have come to harm or were involved in foul play...one of them was a male with pink hair and green eyes."

Wang Yi shrugged. ' I was just taking a walk. With my cat, ' he added, as Sao Ling went to nuzzle around his legs.

"And who else, may I ask?" the guard pressed, trying to see behind him. "For example, a gentleman with white hair and red eyes?"

' Ahaha, that's a little embarrassing, but... ' Wang Yi bent down to pick up the slumped figure before turning back with a sheepish smile. ' It's my niece Wen Wen. She got so tired walking that she fell asleep, so I was about to carry her home. '

The guards stared. Nestled in Wang Yi's arms was an angelic little girl with long blond hair, sleeping soundly against his chest. Although her complexion seemed a bit pale, she was every inch as real as them and hugging a silly cloth doll to herself.

' It's a cold night, ' Wang Yi went on. ' I should get her inside. '

The guard with a torchlight coughed and side-eyed his partner. "Wouldn't do for the girl to catch a chill."

Spectacles narrowed his eyes, but finally relented. "Indeed. Please do inform us if you see any suspicious figures about. It's dangerous tonight, so hurry back."

' Right, of course. Thanks for your hard work! Good night! ' Wang Yi beamed at them before turning to walk away. He managed to get to the end of the block and turn the corner before collapsing to his knees behind some bushes.

Fuck it Xerxes, why are you so heavy unconscious?!

【Your acting wasn't bad,】 Sao Ling observed while resting a paw on his thigh. He watched with interest as the effects of the magic wig wore off, revealing the usual Break, only with long blond hair. 【The adjustments I made on the wig were successful, too. How's he doing?】

' Who knows? Does a dying man have days where he's less dead? ' Wang Yi snapped back. Still, his hands felt Break's forehead before wiping excess sweat off his face. ' Doesn't feel like fever...and he's not spitting up blood this time, so that's good I guess? I probably should get him indoors for real, though. '

He'd rather take Break to a hospital, but after what Oz said about drugs not mixing with their bodies it...probably wasn't the best idea.

【The condos aren't too far from here,】 Sao Ling added. 【I can lead the way.】

' All right, sure, ' Wang Yi agreed before looking aghast at the man in his lap. ' Wait...how far are they exactly?'

【Five blocks.】

' ...I'm gonna die. '

***

Early next morning, Xerxes Break woke up in an unfamiliar bed of an unfamiliar room, Emily resting by his pillow, and spotted a very familiar, fully-dressed pink-haired man drooling senseless on the carpet beside him.

[rainiishowers]

Obey Me Incorrect Quotes

A/N: Haha sleep deprivation go brrrrr

———

MC: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Simeon and not do the thing,

MC: Well there’s a clear right answer here.

MC: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

——

Barbatos’, at Solomon’s “funeral”: I need a moment with them.

Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*

Barbatos, leaning over Solomon’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Solomon, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

——

Asmodeus: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

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Satan: ARE YOU-

MC: Fucking.

Satan: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

MC: Fucking.

Satan: IDIOT!

Beelzebub: …What was that?

MC: Lucifer banned Satan from swearing, so I’m helping him out.

——

Simeon: The odds of this happening by coincidence are vanishingly small.

Satan: I would say infinitesimally.

Mammon: And I'd say teenily-weenily. We all know words

——

Leviathan: I lost my fish.. :(

Beelzebub, cooking the fish: …Uhm…

——

Solomon: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.

Luke: Are you okay???

Solomon: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce. Pay attention.

Simeon: No, they mean other than that.

Solomon: Ohhhhhh.

Solomon: I haven't slept in 4 days.

——

Belphegor: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?

Mammon: How did you know I was up until 3am?

Lucifer: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.

——

Mammon: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, MC!

*Neither of them die*

MC: …

Mammon: …

MC: So do you wanna talk about somethi-

Mammon: No thank you.

——

MC: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Simeon finally snaps and commits murder?

Solomon: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to them.

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MC: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship!

Mephisto: We’re not friends.

MC, holding an axe: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.

——

Asmodeus: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Satan: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them

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Beelzebub: I’m so jetlagged I can’t even regrender my chorf.

*Everyone stares at Beel*

Beelzebub: …I don’t even know what I was trying to say.

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Asmodeus: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Satan: Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

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Luke: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Lucifer doesn't take me seriously enough.

Mammon: "Sometimes"?

Solomon: "Enough"?

Luke: …

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Lucifer: Lord Diavolo? What are you doing here?

Diavolo, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.

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Mammn: *is throwing stones at MC’s window*

MC: You have a phone for a reason, Mammon!

*THUD*

MC: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

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Solomon: Guess who just found out the difference between wax paper and parchment paper the hard way?

Asmodeus: Wait, what’s the difference?

Solomon: One you can use in the oven safely, and the other you can also use in the oven... if the thing you are trying to make happens to be fire.

——

Solomon: Wow, they really hate us.

Asmodeus: Yea, perhaps they’re homophobic.

Solomon: But we’re not gay, Asmo.

Asmodeus: We’re not?

[wingsofimagery]

Healing Aurora | Prologue

❂ Summary: Supernatural Inn & Spa Owner/Keeper!MC x Multi-route (haha... ik) ❂ Characters: ATEEZ, Stray Kids, TXT, Lee Chaeryeong, Miyawaki Sakura, Huening siblings ❂ Genre: General/Supernational ❂ Warnings: N/A ❂ Word Count: 760 ❂ A/N: Don't yall just love that I disappear for a long time and come back with a new work that's either never updating again or is a disappointment? LOL JK... Life's been a bit—way—rough lately but please enjoy! I'd appreciate likes and/or reblogs. Please give my works some love! Comments not mandatory~ ** TO THE IMPORTANT PART: Please note this story can be read out of order... kinda. ** Banner credit to my friend, she was so sweet to help me make simple mood banners for each chara so just you wait~ LOL

One moment, your eyes were closed to take a nap; the next, they opened to meet the eyes of a fennec fox. Round and glossy, the eyes peered deep into you. You blinked, and it blinked back in response. What it does next freaked you out. 

“Oh good! I’m going to tell Chan-hyung you woke up!” it chirped.

“YOU SPEAK!” you screeched, sitting up immediately in shock. 

“What do you mean? Oh no, you lost your memories, didn’t you? We were warned about this. I was hoping it wasn’t true! S-stay right there!” 

The fox did not wait for you to respond. Instead, it ran straight out toward the destination it had in mind. 

While you sat there contemplating whether to make or break for it; you paused to take in what the fox said. Lost memories? You looked around the room and realized how different it was from the one you were accommodated to. Indeed the color was your favorite color, but everything else seemed different from your own room. You were highly confused about where you were, but somewhere in your heart, this place feels like home. 

The door slid open, and in walked three additional figures, though the fox was nowhere to be seen. They were humans, but something told you they were not so simply put. The one with pointed ears (you found yourself curious but not surprised) took your hand in his. He watched your eyes twinkle with recognition.

“It seems I don’t have to reintroduce myself. How do you feel, my princette?” 

You shifted from your position, then shrugged your shoulders. You could not give him a proper answer. You did not feel terrible, but you did not feel good either. You were in a state between indifference and confusion, but you knew his name and who he was to you. You wish you could say the same for the other two.

“I am not really sure, Soobin. I’m feeling so out of it. It’s not even funny,” you scoffed in disbelief when his name left your lips. How were you able to suddenly remember his name?

“Well, princette, let’s start with something easy. Like, do you remember us?” 

Your gaze fell upon the half-black half-blond-haired individual who questioned you. You shook your head. You then looked at the person next to him, his orange hair stood out but, again, you shook your head, unable to recognize him. 

“How did you know who Soobin is?”

“I don’t,” you replied, “I touched Soobin’s hand and suddenly I know who he is.”

“Just his name?” 

“Everything that has to do with him.”

“Is that why your eye sparkled like a shooting star passing through the sky?” The cruella-haired asked. 

“You noticed that too,” orange noted, “let’s test it out.” 

He walked forward and asked for your hand, to which you wordlessly placed on top of his. Once again, a dim white light flashed across your eyes, catching all three’s attention. 

“Chan.”

“Princette.” 

A smile was shared between the two of you before the cruella-haired male asked for his turn. You obliged and, for the third time in moments, your eyes gleamed in the exact way Hongjoong had described it. So that was his name.

“Welcome back, Princette,” he softly kissed the back of your hand before pulling back to stand with Chan and Soobin.

“Looks like we’re going to have to reintroduce you to everyone through touch slowly. It’s a good thing the method of regaining memory is discovered early,” Chan nodded, happy to know the problem was not that big of a problem to begin with.

“It will be a bit of a journey since there’s quite a many of us,” Soobin commented with a sigh but was smiling nonetheless.

“Let’s get a head start then. Are you ready to get out of bed, Princette? It’s about time we got you some food as well,” Hongjoong presented you with his hand again. 

Grabbing hold of his hand, you walked with him, Chan, and Soobin out of the room you were staying in. Whatever awaited you on the other side was surely going to be a feat, but you had a feeling nobody here would harm you. Questions arose, many of which were answers that would not be so simply answered by yourself— or quite possibly the others. Just how long will it take to regain the memories of this life? Will you retain the memories of the other life? You were deep in thought, allowing Hongjoong to guide you to wherever you guys were heading. 

[nightacquainted]

1. Is your muse afraid of death?

2. What is your muse’s kill count? 

3. What is your muse’s biggest fear? 

4. How easy is it to anger your muse?

5. What is your muse’s biggest regret? 

6. Does your muse believe in an afterlife? 

7. How many scars does your muse have?

8. Does your muse tend to bottle things up?

9. What is one thing that would break your muse?

10. Does your muse have nightmares? What about?

11. Would your muse kill for someone they care about? 

12. What was the worst injury your muse has received?

13. How much pain can your muse withstand? For how long? 

14. What was the most traumatic moment in your muse’s life?

15. How often does your muse cry? Do they view it as weakness?

16. If your muse could talk to one person they’ve lost, who would it be? 

17. Does your muse consider themselves a good person? Why or why not? 

18. Does your muse think they’re capable of changing? Do they even want to?

{out of the tunnels} Hahaha I love how you just pasted the entire meme in here. Alrighty, let's go! XD Below the cut for length.

1. Is your muse afraid of death?

He's not afraid to die, no, but he is afraid of people he loves dying. Very much so. That scares him far more than worrying about his own death. And more than that, he's afraid that someone he loves will die because he didn't do enough or wasn't there to protect them.

2. What is your muse’s kill count? 

Oh gosh... I don't even know. In canon, he hurt a lotta folks, but I'm trying to remember if he ever actually killed anyone. He badly hurt that stalker guy who essentially kidnapped Catherine in his house, but didn't kill him. He scared the crap out of that reporter that was threatening to expose his and Catherine's relationship to the press, but didn't kill him either.

He didn't even kill the man who gave the order to murder Catherine and kidnapped both him and his son, like... if ever he was going to have a reason or enough anger/sadness behind it to kill someone, I feel like Gabriel would've been it. Although... Diana intervened and was kindof like, is this the kind of person you want to be for your son, or something to that effect, and then she told him to go get his son and kindof... rushed him out of the room. And then she killed him herself, which was EPIC. XD But I digress. I think she did that because she knew if she didn't, Vincent probably would've killed Gabriel. I honestly... don't know if he would have, but I think out of everyone he's ever hated or threatened, Gabriel would've been the best chance for Vincent to kill someone.

No, wait! He did kill someone! *snaps fingers and strikes eureka pose* He killed Paracelsus! He was someone who co-founded the Tunnel Community with Father back in the day, but they had creative differences, you could say haha, and Paracelsus ended up becoming a recurring villain on the show. Vincent killed him while in a very unstable state mentally. Paracelsus had the ability to disguise himself as other people, and he masqueraded as Father and lied to Vincent about his origin, saying that he'd killed his mother when he was born by tearing his way out of her. Vincent was already in a fragile state from a serious mental health episode brought on by Paracelsus' attempts to get Vincent to unleash his inner beast, basically. It's complicated, but Paracelsus had this delusional tale about Vincent being his son (because he believed his wife was Vincent's mother) and wanted him to fully realize this by becoming a killer just like he was. Ironically, Paracelsus pushed Vincent's mental health way too far, causing him to have a kind of mental breakdown upon hearing that he'd killed his own mother, and so Vincent did end up killing Paracelsus in a fit of rage. His last words were, "At last you are my son." What a jerk, seriously.

So I guess that brings his kill count to 1 that I can think of, haha.

3. What is your muse’s biggest fear? 

Like I said for #1, it's that he won't be there to protect a loved one, or won't do enough to protect them if he is, and it'll result in their death.

4. How easy is it to anger your muse?

I feel like it's not that hard? He's angered by injustice, so anyone abusing children or the elderly, anyone committing violent crime, anyone trying to harm someone he cares about... those kinds of things make him angry and he will really have to wrestle with himself to keep his cool. It's easy for him to become angered, but he doesn't want to be, because he feels ashamed each time he loses control of himself. So even though it happens a lot, he also has kindof trained himself to restrain his anger a lot too, only letting it out when necessary. But if he's having mental health issues or if certain emotions get involved, he won't be able to hold back.

5. What is your muse’s biggest regret?

In canon, it was not finding Catherine fast enough to save her life. Obviously, Vincent holds Gabriel responsible, but he also feels responsible himself. Their mental link had been severed (it was lost after he recovered from the mental breakdown I mentioned in #2), and so his ability to know where she was and quickly get to her had been completely removed. He blames himself for that and for not being there for her when she needed him most.

6. Does your muse believe in an afterlife?

Yes. In canon, he felt like Catherine was still with him in spirit after her death, and he spoke to her often. I think that belief that there is life after death wouldn't just be for her, it'd extend to anyone who has died.

7. How many scars does your muse have?

Welp, let's see... he's got some stab scars, some bullet scars, I'm not exactly sure how many but at least 4 or 5 I think.

8. Does your muse tend to bottle things up?

As I mentioned in #4, yeah he tries to restrain a lot of his emotions that he feels are "beastly," like anger. I feel like he's more open about emoting things like love, sadness, and happiness, but he definitely tries to keep a lid on his anger because he doesn't want to become violent.

9. What is one thing that would break your muse?

Well I might've said losing his significant other, but as we saw in canon, he made it through that. It's arguable that Paracelsus' bullshittery about Vincent killing his own mother on his way out of her broke him, since he literally had a mental breakdown, but he recovered from that. I think also if his and Catherine's son had died, like if Gabriel had ended up killing him, that might've broken Vincent beyond repair.

10. Does your muse have nightmares? What about?

Yes, he does. Usually about things that plague his conscience, things he did wrong, things he feels guilty for, people he couldn't save, times he fell short of being a good protector, etc. Guilt is a main driver of his nightmares, but fear is also. If he's afraid for the welfare of people he loves, he might have nightmares about them being hurt.

11. Would your muse kill for someone they care about? 

I guess the answer is no? I don't remember him ever killing someone to save Catherine or anyone else. He hurt a lot of people pretty badly, but he's just not a killer. Although, I guess if he was placed in an impossible situation and it was kill or someone he cares about dies, he'd do it. But he'd have to really be left with no other option.

12. What was the worst injury your muse has received?

Already answered here, but... I will say that a close runner up was in the "No Way Down" episode when Vincent was caught in an explosion. He suffered a concussion and some other wounds that made him disoriented and unsteady on his feet, and it also affected his vision significantly.

13. How much pain can your muse withstand? For how long?

Vincent can put up with a lot of pain for a long time. He's fought through a lot of injuries like they were papercuts, heh. He'll put up with it and hide it for as long as he needs to get to safety or to make sure he doesn't upset those around him.

14. What was the most traumatic moment in your muse’s life?

In canon, I think it was when Catherine died in his arms. That was just... so massively upsetting and soul-crushing for him. Either that or the mental breakdown he suffered because of Paracelsus' bullshit.

15. How often does your muse cry? Do they view it as weakness?

He cries fairly often, and no, he doesn't view it as a weakness. Vincent is more likely to think that things like unrestrained anger are weaknesses more than expression sadness.

16. If your muse could talk to one person they’ve lost, who would it be?

The obvious choice in canon is Catherine. I'm not sure what he'd say, but he wouldn't pass up the chance to talk to her again. He'd probably apologize to her for not saving her, because Vincent is just like that.

17. Does your muse consider themselves a good person? Why or why not? 

Not... really, no. He's very concerned with who and what he is, and with this "darkness" he feels he has inside himself. This "beast" aspect is something that bothers and haunts him, and he really feels like, at his core, he's more monster than man.

18. Does your muse think they’re capable of changing? Do they even want to?

Oh he wants to, for sure, and he's made it his life's work for most of his adult life to maintain himself in such a way as to not give into that evil/violent core he feels he has. Whether or not it's possible to get rid of it entirely, he doesn't know, but he fears that there is no way, and even more so, that it'll just keep getting worse until he loses control irrevocably.

[jaythelittlegay]

Photographer Megumi x Model Yuji AU

➳ CAPTURED HEART

Click, click, click.

"Alright, these seem pretty decent. You can take a break while I go through the pictures." Megumi informed the peachy haired model as he lazily made his way to the laptop, loosely gripping the camera from its sling strap as it slightly shook with each step blue eyed took.

"Thank you for your hard work, Megumi!" Yuji smiled at the photographer, his loud but cheerful voice echoing in the empty studio.

"Yeah, it's my job after all." Megumi reminded while he connected his camera to the laptop before he continued talking dryly, pressing his lips to a thin line to suppress the forming smile. "We still have photoshoot to do, so please make sure to be here within 45 minutes."

"Don't worry! I got this~" Yuji laughed, leaving the studio to get some food suitable for his diet.

He didn't really do dieting quite often since he worked out ever day to keep his body shape; but, this time was an exception, due to the criticism he received after the hiatus he had taken. Yuji was hurt by the comments he saw, but knowing that famous people had no time to relax from society's eyes, he shrugged it off. He didn't hide a lot from media as well; he was indeed one of the most honest and genuine models you could see. He had tons of articles about rescuing or helping people, another reason his popularity heightened. Which is why Megumi was take aback when he first saw Yuji, as he thought the model would drop the nice and polite act.

Megumi chose the pictures he liked, moving them to another folder to discuss it with the model once he came back. Megumi truly felt weird about the model: he actually had never taken pictures of models.

The young professional photographer was known for his photobooks consisting of unique and creative scenery, contemporary works as well as each of them had different concepts, usually related to feelings. He had gotten job requests from models all around the world only to reject them all that he didn't do portraits nor any photoshoot related to humans.

Models would fake the emotions Megumi wanted to portray in his photobook and he detested the idea of having an artificial expressions in his works. Until, Yuji had contacted him. He was going to reject him once he saw the email with Yuji's portfolio attached to it. He didn't even want to check the portfolio however the caramel eyed boy's email had caught him off guard. He apparently was a big fan of Megumi. He had asked whether it would be alright to, at least, watch Megumi work even if the photographer refused to work with him. Megumi got curious of the boy and the moment he checked his portfolio, he was stunned. For the first time, he found someone who could reflect the emotions. Those poses and expressions...just a touch away. Megumi could feel what Yuji did. The boy was a pure artwork in the photographer's eyes, although, he refused to say it out loud.

After their first photoshoot was published and got a lot of attention from the public, Megumi lost his interest in photography. It was confusing and weird. He couldn't create emotions through sceneries anymore; he felt useless as though everything had lost meaning. Yuji on the other hand would always contact him like a friend and blabber about random topics comfortably with him. It almost felt like one sided talk he was having with Megumi but both of them were fine with that. Unadmitted, Megumi enjoyed his company. His stories were intriguing for the latter. However, the lack of motivation in Megumi wasn't unnoticed. Yuji was so concerned about Megumi that he canceled the show he had and visited the sleep deprived Megumi, He forced the words out of Megumi's mouth, he had already created a soft spot in Megumi.

"You have to open up so we can find the cause, Fushiguro!"

"There's nothing to talk about, really." Megumi sighed, feeling guilty once he saw the concern filling Yuji's eyes.

"Are you sure? Are you being honest with me, right now?" Megumi stayed silent, not daring to stare at him. Yuji gripped his hands and pulled him closer, lifting his head by his chin with the other hand.

"Don't hide anything; your face is saying it all." The photographer felt his cheeks heating up as Yuji stared only and only at his deep ocean eyes and caressing his cheek.

"I'm sorry...I just can't find...any motivation to work. That's the problem." Megumi blurted, defeated by the puppy look Yuji f=gave him. Indeed Yuji already knew his place in Megumi's life.

"Hmm...must be hard on you...but don't you worry! I have an idea!" Yuji offered to model for him in order to find what was causing his distress.

Megumi's mood lightened up the moment they started the shooting. He was having fun taking his pictures, as Yuji radiated happiness through his angelic smile plastered on his face. Yuji was really talented with helping people; he was just like a medicine. He wasn't the smartest but his ideas always had a solution underneath them. Or maybe Megumi was exaggerating it. Either way his impact was really big on Megumi and people around him. A trait to be jealous of; not something Megumi wanted on himself but wanted Yuji to be al cheery next to him. He found it quite ridiculous but he couldn't hide the thought from his actions.

"You seem pretty happy and motivated to me!" Yuji laughed, looking through the pictures with Megumi.

"It's because you are with me, dummy." Megumi scoffed and slightly pushed Yuji.

Realizing Yuji was the only thing he wanted to capture with his precious camera, he only worked with him to a degree he released several photobooks which only included Yuji's pictures. Their bonds growing tighter and closer, Megumi felt as though he was incomplete without the model in his life.

"I think this picture looks good! What do you think?" Yuji exclaimed, pointing at a picture where his lips are curved upwards more than usual, shining like a sun.

"No." Megumi frowned, moving the picture to another folder.

"Eh?! Why?" Yuji asked, confused.

"Because I don't want to share how you shine when you smile with others. This is mine." Megumi proudly said, forgetting about who was next to him.

"Err, I mean y-you don't look...good here...haha..." Megumi raised his voice as he realized what he had said but it was too late to erase the smug smirk plastered on the model's face.

"Well, I'm all yours." Yuji open his arms, as if proving his own point before embracing Megumi, refusing to let go but the photographer didn't protest, instead, he came closer and hugged him back.

They never confessed any feelings, just to keep whatever relationship they had, scared of being rejected or maybe they were already aware of what was going on.

Megumi and Yuji would visit each other frequently, meeting in either of their houses, Megumi bringing him lunch during his breaks, partying and going on dates without admitting it was a date; otherwise why would you buy flowers for a friend?

Megumi smiled at the memories flooding at the back of his head as he sighed, checking the time; Yuji was, again, late. Megumi tilted his head once he heard the door being unlocked. He sighed and stood up, approaching the door.

"It's been an hour and a half. Any excuses?" Megumi sternly said, trying to hide his smile as he waited for another adventure that happen while Yuji was on his way. He would always find a person to help and prioritize it more than his actual job. He would totally forget about it and if his manager got mad at him he would defend himself by saying 'They needed my help.'

"Well...not really, hehe sorry." Yuji awkwardly chuckled, scratching the back of his head with his right hand and hiding the left behind his body.

"What was it this time, then?" Megumi watched the boy push him inside and kick the door shut as he moved closer to him.

"It's your birthday, Megumi." Yuji smiled at the photographer who had forgotten about it. Yuji handed Megumi the blue roses and wrapped the blue yang necklace around Megumi's neck as Yuji was already wearing the yin on his own neck. He continued:

"Aside from giving you a gift and eating a cake, how about I take you on an actual date to make us official?" Yuji pulled frozen photographer closer to himself by the waist, locking lips. He held him firmly yet so gentle as if he was scared to break the latter. Megumi wrapped his hands around Yuji's neck and kissed him back, tears of joy staining his porcelain face. Megumi opened his mouth giving enough space for the model to get in. Yuji couldn't get enough of the soft cloudy lips biting his, leaving traces of pleasure. Time lost its meaning for them, they were unable to see anything but themselves. Nothing mattered if they could be together in this world. But, they had to break their affectionate kiss once they were both out of breath.

"Sure, why not?" Megumi laughed, accepting the offer as he hugged Yuji one more time.

posted this on ao3 but also wanted to share it here! enjoy :)

[sweetchup]

A Helping Hand 2: A Check Up

Type: Shalnark x reader

Au?: Savior Au

Word Count: 6,500 (Holy Cannoli!)

Warnings: Hospital, Medicine, Cursing, sexual innuendos, mentions sexual assault, Angry Irish lady and Shalnark being a shark.

Author Note: Ahh I’m so glad I finally got this done. Actually when I woke up the morning after I got half way, I check the polls only to find out Family 2 had totally surpassed Helping Hand 😨 (which was way in the lead the night before). I guess Family 2 is next haha😋. Also I hope @lvndrhwis​ and @meromelodi​ enjoy because you two have been waiting for a part 2 for a while 💕💕💕.

<—(Pt.1) / (Pt.3)—>

“Doctor (l/n), oh there you are. Patient 104 and 122 is in need of a check up today in order to determine if they are allowed to be discharged.”

“Okay. Let’s see.” Your hand quickly grabs the paperwork from the nurse. You skim the paper quickly before giving it back to him, “Yes I’ll get that done sometime after I check the files of patient 66.”

The bright bleach white walls burn your eyes as you finally make your way into the intensive care’s central office. You’ve mentioned countless times to management that they need to get dimmer light bulbs in here, but they just don’t seem to want to listen to you. Stupid higher ups.

But that didn’t exactly matter right now, you could deal with that problem later. Ever so sluggishly, due to lack of caffeine and sleep, you walk over to one of the many metal file cabinets decorating the room. The freezing cold surface of the metal gives you goosebumps as you skim your hand down its surface. After passing two drawers you find the one you were looking for, named “R-W”, and open it up.

“Let’s see… Shalnark Ryuseih’s progress report, where did I put it?” You mutter under your breath, your diligent and quick fingers skimming back and forth between the many files trying to find it. Occasionally you pull a file out, only to put it back when you realize it’s not the one you were looking for. Where in the world is that file? It definitely shouldn’t be hard to find, not that many people have first and last names that either start with R-W. Actually you shouldn’t say that, there are some pretty unusual names out there. Like, Shooter, Slayer, Twinkle, Zi … wow... names can be pretty much anything nowadays.

“Ah!” Finally you had found the file, it had just been tucked into the wrong place. Opening up the yellow thick file paper, the first thing you see is the newest report given from PT and rehab sector. Reading it, you can’t help but allow a small smile to force its way onto your face.

You’ve been incredibly busy lately which has led you to not having much time to stop by on Shalnark. The only times being to make sure he falls asleep and to bring him food and meds since he doesn’t trust anyone else but you with those things. You had truly felt sad not being able to hang out with the smiley dorky man. Though, at the same time, a tiny bit of you on the inside was relieved not spending as much time with a sadistic mass murder.

But, all in all, you were just glad that even in your absence he has been making good progress. Shal had even recently moved to being able to walk around with crutches, a huge step forward for him (pun intended), and being able to messily begin to write the alphabet. You actually should go see him right now to tell him how pleased you were before checking on other patients.

That idea was soon lost though as the central office door was busted open, breaking your train of thought.

“Ah! (Y/n). There you are!”

Looking up from the file, you see Mal, the Front Desk women of the Intensive Care unit, and… a man you don’t recognize?

“Jeremiah, This is Doctor (L/n). (Y/n), this is Jeremiah. He has been transferred here from Abagail Union Hospital, Two cities away.”

The brunette male flashes you a charming smile as Mal introduces him, which you return with a small one of your own. In a welcoming gesture, you stick out your hand and you two share a quick hand shake; giving quick hello’s.

As your hand retracts you couldn’t help but feel…. off? Everything seemed okay but you couldn’t help but feel as if something was off, like as if the room changed somehow. It felt oddly familiar like you should know what it was… right? But, what exactly was off?

“I’m sure you remember this (y/n), but Jeremiah has never been a part of an intensive care unit before so management was hoping you could show him the ropes.”

Ah… That’s what it was, you had forgotten that management dropped another chore for you to do. They must be out for your throat or something.

“Of course!” You give Mal a wave as she leaves the room and Jeremiah in your hands. You quickly turn away from the man and put away Shalnark’s paperwork. Though, you can’t help but don’t want to put the file away, it was as if your hand was physically fighting against you letting it go. You let out a sigh and a small frown. Sorry Shal, I promise I’ll visit you tomorrow. Finally, your hand lets you put the file away after making that promise. But you still can’t help but feel as if you are physically hurt by your action.

You hear an awkward cough behind you and you turn back around.

“Sorry about that. Now let’s get you started right?” You say as enthusiastic as you can muster. You still are low on sleep and Caffeine after all.

“Yes of course, Doctor (l/n).”

“Please, just call me (y/n). It makes me feel old when people refer to me as Doctor.”

Jeremiah lets out a chuckle. “Okay, (y/n). Lead the way then, I’m glad you’re the one showing me the ropes”

Though, even with the cheerful small talk you have with Jeremiah as you two exit the room, you can’t help but hope you haven’t forgotten anything else.

Afterall,.... that strange feeling hasn’t left yet.

————🚨📱🚨————

“So, then…. hahaha….my sister said, ‘Fuck you I’m gonna do whatever I want’.” Suzanne explains to Jez and you as the three of you walk down the long and busy corridor. Small bits of chatter and talk from other people bouncing off the walls through the hallway

The two ladies let out a giggle as you end up almost choking on your drink. “Oh god. I swear everyone should know it’s common knowledge that whenever someone says that, nothing ever turns out well.” You explain letting out a sigh at the end.

“I know right!”

“Yep and that’s exactly what ends up happening next.”

“Oh god What happened?”

“Right after she finished her sentence. She ends up falling off the curve and landing face first into a huge muddy puddle. Like I’m talking huge.”

Jez lets out a gasp while you break out into a huge chuckle. “In her new satin dress?!” Jez says stunned.

“Yep! It was expensive too.”

“Well, it serves her right for— Oh crap.” You cut yourself off as you suddenly remember something. You quickly check your watch and begin to back step your path. It was time to bring Shalnark his food and meds. He would get so pissed if you forgot or was late. “I’m sorry I forgot to do something, I'll be right back.”

You finally turn around, almost bumping into someone as well, and begin to sprint down the corridor towards the lunch room. You can hear Suzanne and Jez let out a laugh.

“Don’t keep us waiting (y/n)! You-know-who is going to be sitting with us for lunch!”

“Yep and it would hurt if you miss out on him. Especially with how close you have gotten to him in the last two weeks.”

“I have not!” You shout back while turning around to glare at them; earning strange looks from doctors, nurses and patients around you as you do so. Their stares and whispers cause your cheeks to flare up in embarrassment and you let out a squeaky apology as you go back to scurrying to the lunch room. All the while you hear Jaz and Suzanne laughing getting louder and louder. Curse those two.

You haven’t gotten that close to Jeremiah. Sure, you’ve been helping him out every day since he joined the team two weeks ago. Along with the fact you practically spent every minute of your work day with him… okay, maybe they were correct. Maybe you and Jeremiah have gotten a little close but you didn’t feel anything for him, right?

You picture Jeremiah in your head. Yep.... just as you thought. Nothing.

Though at the same time…

As you thought about or are with Shalnark. There was this feeling; something ever so strange. It wasn’t in just one place either, it reached from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and fingers. First, it usually starts with your face feeling hot and, if you are able to see yourself, your cheeks are a light red flush shade. Then you can feel those... those butterflies? Yes, butterflies, in your stomach along with an ever so faster heartbeat. On top of that there were also other things that happened depending on the situation. The tingly feeling in your fingers when they accidentally brush his. The ghosting feeling of his hand prints and arms along your body the next day after he held you the night before. And finally, the one that drives you insane, when your eyes just lock onto his lips while he’s going on and on about whatever electronic or game thing he’s been interested in recently and you just feel that desperate need to just lean over and kiss him.

“(Y/n)!”

All of sudden you come out of your thoughts and realize you are standing right in front of Lara, the head worker of the canteen. She’s giving you a weird look and holding her hand up in your face. It seemed like she had been trying to get your attention for quite a bit.

“Are you okay, Lass? Your face is as red as Santa’s big red ass. Ya’ better not be driving any sickness or crazy mutating bullshitting disease into my canteen. Ya’ hear me!?”

“A-aa. I-I’m not sick, don't worry. I was just… Just lost in my thoughts, you know?” You scramble your hands around to help explain. How embarrassing… Shalnark is your patient and you are his doctor. It's part of your job that you keep a professional relationship with him,a hospital isn’t the place to fall in love. Plus what are you thinking having such feelings for a man that has ruined the lives of so many others.

Your explanation about why your face was red didn’t help though as you see Lara, being the cheeky leprechaun looking woman she is, flashing you a mischievous smile.

“Lost in your thoughts, eh? What type of thoughts are we talking about here~ Doctor (l/n)~.”

“N-no not those thoughts la—“

“Oh really? I swear I saw your face get a little bit more red just now~” Lara teases, poking a freezing cold finger to your burning cheeks. You quickly slap her finger away and attempt to explain.

“I-It’s because I’m embarr—“

“Ah. Ah. Ahhh~ I know a liar when I see one.” Lara leans over the counter and puts a hand to block the side of her mouth as if she’s sharing a super duper big secret with you. “Was it about Mr. BDE?”

“Mr. BDE?” BDE? What does BDE stand for.. is this another tiktik trend I don’t know about? I swear I told Lara a thousand times I’m never joining that cult like app.

“She's talking about the male patient you always come with or without to grab food for. The blonde one.”

Startled by the sudden new voice, you turn around to see Clara, another canteen worker, with her usual emotionless face watching you two converse.

“Well I guessed that. I was just confused about—“

“Well it should be hard to guess now! Especially now that you’ve been spending so much time with…” Lara let’s out an exaggerated gag and you only roll your eyes. You look towards Clara for help and thankfully she decides to be kind enough by grabbing you some food. “Ugh... Mr. SDE”

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“M-Mr. SDE?” What is with these weird nicknames Sara is dishing out?

“She’s talking about the new doctor Jeremiah.” Clara shouts over to you two. You spare a glance over and see that she’s filling the tray full of Shalnark’s most liked foods. Even being nice enough to add a birthday cake flavored pudding cup. You aren’t sure exactly why but Shalnark is obsessed with birthday cake flavored foods. Though at the same time it makes sense, only the worst of the worst and monsters like birthday cake flavor.

“Well I have to spend time with Jeremiah. It’s my job to help—“

“How dare you (y/n)!” You look back over to Sara to see her sulking in the corner. What in the world? “I can’t believe ya’ betrayed your one true husbando like that.”

“WILL YOU STOP CUTTING ME OFF!?” you shout at the top of your lungs, about to go over and clobber Sara on top of the head. Though you are stopped by the fact that Clara has brought you Shalnark’s food. “Thank you, Clara. This is much appreciated unlike something else.”

You give one last glare at Sara, causing her to scramble away to the kitchen. Finally you can just leave and begin the long peaceful walk to Shalnark’s room.

“Ah wait. (Y/n)” Clara calls out as she remembers something.

“Hmm?”

Clara leans over and whispers something in your ear. You feel your face heat up and you start to shake with anger.

“OH, SO THAT'S WHAT ‘BDE’ MEANS. SARA GET YOUR BUTT BACK OUT HERE!”

————🚨📱🚨————

It was peaceful in Shalnark’s room, the only noise being the clicking noise of the keys on his laptop as he was coding something. Though that is soon disturbed as a sudden knock comes at his door.

“Come in.” Shalnark calls, not even bothering to look up to see who is coming in. The door opens with a soft whoosh and Shalnark suddenly surrounded by the aroma of warm cooked food. His stomach growls as a reaction and he hadn’t even realized that he was practically starving up until now. How long had he been messing around with his computer? 2 hours? No that wasn’t right.

Checking the clock in the corner of his computer screen he realizes it’s been more than 9 hours since he’s started.

Hearing the clicking noise of the door shut up, which snaps him out of his thinking, he looks up to see you are there. Though, he can’t clearly see you as you are faced away from him as you closed the door shut.

“Why hello there Doctor~. What do—“ His singsong tone is stopped as you finally turn around; giving him a good look at you. “oh wow (y/n) what happened to you?”

“O-oh it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Huh? But it looks like you got in a fight somehow.” Shalnark muses, his bright green eyes observing you closer as you make your way to his bedside. It seemed pretty obvious to him you had gotten into some sort of complication, especially with your unusually wrinkled clothes, a light sweat glistening your skin and the messy state of your hair.

“Oh no, not at all. It’s just been a busy day that’s all. So I haven’t had the chance to constantly keep myself neat.” You lie as you sit in the chair next to the bedside, not wanting to exactly explain to Shalnark why you had to chase Sara around the canteen with a rolling pin in hand. As you place the tray of warm food on Shalnark’s lap, you feel a ghost-like touch on the skin of your face.

You flinch away at the strange feeling, but a sturdy hand grabs the back of your neck that stops you from moving any further.

“Sit still (y/n).” Shalnark says. You look towards his face as he flashes you a wide smile and reaches with his other hand to your hair. You normally would stop Shalnark from touching you like this unless absolutely needed but decided it wouldn’t hurt to allow him this time.

Honestly, for a man that was considered by so many as a demon or the devil himself, he looked like a true saint in this moment while he was concentrating on fixing your hair. From his sunny hair shining like pure gold strands to his delicate soft pale skin looking like sculpted marble, He truly looked like something not of this world. It also didn’t help that the sunlight from the afternoon sun bounced off his features giving him an ethereal glow. “There you go. Oh wait...”

Your snap out of your daze as you feel shalnark put something in your hair. Suddenly, the ever so soft scent of a sweet, possibly vanilla or candy-like, scent fills your senses. Shakily, and almost hesitantly, you reach up a hand to feel what was put in your hair.

“Ah ah ahh. You’ll knock it out of place if you do that.” Shalnark teases as his hand stops yours from touching the item. He gives you an extra cheeky smile as he cheekily interlocks his fingers with yours.

“O-oh sorry.” You mumble shyly out. Crap, you feel your face begin to burn up. In a quick decision to try and save yourself, you turn your head away from him to act as if you are grabbing some medicine to add to his food. Thankfully, you soon feel your blush dial down quickly and you grab the right pill bottle to pop the right dosage into his food.

Turning around and mixing the medication in, you finally turn your attention back to Shalnark. You confusingly blink a couple of times at him. What in the world?

“Shal…. Are you catching flies with your mouth or something?” You say as you continue to look at Shalnark. You were extremely confused at why his mouth was slightly opened.

Shalnark raises an eyebrow at your comment but his happy mood doesn’t seem to be faltered in any way. “How rude (y/n)! I’m your patient shouldn't you be helping me eat?”

“Exactly what are you trying to get at?”

“I thought you were smarter than this (y/n).” Shal says in pout, “I’m telling you to feed me.”

“Not happening.” You deadpanned causing the blonde man to pout even more in front of you.

“Awww but why not?!”

“You have two perfectly good arms, Shalnark. I…” You trail off at the end as you lock eyes with Shalnark. You recognize that glint in his eyes. Oh great you had made the mistake of letting your guard down, exactly why did you compare him to a saint before?

“Huh? Doctor that isn’t very nice of you. I struggle even writing my name but you think I’m ready to try something as tough and painful as attempting to hold a weighted spoon. I find that cruel and it would be such a shame if—“

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. ‘It would be such a shame if unfair treatment and unkindly behavior gets reported to management.’” You recite the rest of his words. Afterall, this isn’t the first time Shalnark has attempted to be manipulative in getting special rights from you or other staff. You especially wanted to strangle him the time he went too far. Also known as the time he really dug into a poor nurse in training when she wouldn’t give him rights to his electronics. The poor girl ended up running out of the hospital bawling and never showing up again.

“Soooo….. you’ll help me?” Shalnark says in a sickly sweet tone, as if he didn’t just threaten you.

“Yes, yes. I’ll feed you, you Manipulative asshole” You answered, monotoned, all the while grabbing the tray from off his lap and getting a spoonful of the lunch food.

“Oh? Are we using big girl words now, Doctor?” Shalnark teases. You aren’t looking at his face but you bet you could practically hear his smile growing by the second.

“Yes I am.” You take the filled spoon and put it to his lips, “Open up.”

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You feel your hand begin to shake. Not from holding it up but from your increasing anger. Shalnark's smile had just grown more as he continued to keep his mouth shut and refuse to open it. You could even swear you could hear the petty asshole internally making fun of you.

“Say ah?”

Nope. That didn’t work as he continued to refuse to open up.

“P-P-Please open up?” You say out, trying your hardest to not lose your cool.

Jesus Christ. You were just about ready to chuck this lunch tray in Shalnark’s stupid handsome face. But you knew that would only mean Shalnark had won. Afterall, you too could play this game.

Even if it didn’t look like it, you could tell Shalnark got confused as you suddenly placed the tray down on the table next to you.

“Shal.” You say, catching his attention. The blonde hair man could feel himself suddenly struggle to breath as you softly place a hand on his shoulder and lightly lean your top half against his. With the close proximity of you two he could even smell the faint scent of what was believed to be the shampoo you use.

Shalnark let out a loud gulp as he attempted to calm down his racing heartbeat. He watches for what feel like hours as you bat your eyes at him and make eye contact. “Open up, pretty please.”

Finally, with mild hesitation, Shalnark opens his mouth, giving you the opportunity to feed him. Hahaha, suits him right. You win~

You give him a couple spoonfuls like that before what you are doing finally hits you. You desperately and quickly back away. You are supposed to be professional. He’s your patient. Not someone you can flirt with or your boyfriend. A patient.

Your actions today have crossed a line. You don’t even deserve to call yourself a Doctor if you act this way while on duty.

“I apologize. That was extremely unprofessional of me.” You say embarrassed; unable to meet his gaze.

Shalnark feels as if his heart is clogged up in his throat as he watches you. He’s never felt this feeling before. He’s actually never felt any of this domesticated stuff before. From the nice feeling of being safe and loved in your arms that sometimes makes him want to cry tears of joy to the bubbly feeling in his stomach when he hears your ever so pretty laugh fill up the room. This was all so strange to him. Yet he can’t stop himself from wanting more of it; more of you. He truly is a very greedy man.

Ever so carefully he reaches a hand out in an attempt to grab yours. His fingertips were just about to ghost your skin as he finally spoke.

“(Y/—“ The door suddenly bursts open, cutting off whatever shalnark was about to say and causes him to quickly retract his hand. “(Y/n)! There you are.”

Looking to the door you see Jeremiah standing there, somewhat leaning on the doorway. “Oh…, are you busy right now?”

“A-ah I’m just about finished up. I just needed to help give Mr. Ryuseih his food and meds.” You explain, giving Jeremiah a small smile. Thank goodness he hadn’t walked in any earlier.

“Oh really? You need help?” You watch as Jeremiah walks closer to you. He goes right next to you, practically almost touching you, and grabs the tray on the table. “Ah it’s already been partially eaten? Does this patient not want to eat?”

“No. I was just offering to help feeding him to help him sinc—”

“Well that’s not needed. Mr. Ryuseih has perfectly good capability over his hands and arms so he can feed himself.” Jeremiah explains. Placing the plate on Shalnark’s lap. “Plus it’s your lunch break right now and as a doctor of the intensive care unit it’s important you eat.”

“Yes but, it’s also my duty to help patients. Shalnark—”

“You mean Mr. Ryuseih.” Jeremiah says; cutting you off.

“Huh? What do—“

“(Y/n),... I’m going to tell you this because I care about you as a fellow doctor and a friend. There’s been some rumors popping up around the office about yours and Mr. Ryuseih’s.... relationship.” Jeremiah explains, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. You can practically hear your heart pounding out of your chest at this point. “Relationships between staff and patients don’t go against our contract and are allowed but…, as you know, they are regarded as highly inappropriate. So, if management does get a wind of these rumors it could have some consequences.”

“But-t it’s not like that. I’m just making sure that Shal—“ Jeremiah cuts you off as he places a hand on your shoulder.

“(Y/n), for both your sake and along with your patient,” Jeremiah gestures to Shalnark, who is unusually not smiling like usual. “I would suggest dialing down on the friendly… interactions. You know?”

“I-I—“ You feel dread and this pressure just all around as you struggle to form your thoughts into coherent sentences.

“It’s for the best, (y—“ “I would suggest that you quit cutting her off.”

Both of you are surprised as Shalnark suddenly speaks. You are extra stunned as you have never heard Shalnark speak in such a serious tone before.

“Pardon?”

“I said ‘quit cutting her off.’”

There’s a long pause before Jeremiah lets out a sigh. “You are right. I apologize for being so rude (y/n), I only meant to help you. Not to make you feel bad.”

Jeremiah gives you a pat on the back and a small smile. “I’ll be taking my leave. I hope this doesn’t deteriorate our friendship in any way.”

You do want to forgive Jeremiah since it seems like his intentions were to be helpful. But, from stress and shock at everything being told, you can’t speak. It is even starting to feel hard to breath in here. What’s going on?

“Calm down.”

Suddenly, a soothing voice enters your ringing ears and you are being pulled down into a safe embrace. Originally it felt nice but now you slowly begin to realize who it is holding you.

“S-s-shal-l-l. N...o…” You struggle to even get out the simplest of words, not even considering the struggle it is to even attempt to move.

“(Y/n) he’s gone. No one is here but you and I. Don’t worry about that. You need to calm down.”

As Shalnark says that, you realize the cotton shirt beneath your face is damp. You were crying. Maybe even full on bawling and you hadn’t even realized it. Were you going through some sort of panic attack? Or possibly a state of shock? You didn’t even know.

Suddenly, the sweet sound of whistling fills the room. You feel yourself unintentionally focusing on the soft tune. Then, ever so slowly, after a little bit of time you can feel yourself relaxing and slowly coming back to the world around you.

Shalnark ever so softly puts one of his hands on your back. Running his fingers in careful, almost methodically, circles and shapes. He really wanted to strangle that guy. No, he wanted that asshole to feel the pain of hell and back. But, what was with that feeling?

Something was off about the room when the guy entered. Yet, Shalnark just couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was.  

That’s what was pissing him off the most.

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“Mr. Ryuseih.” A nurse calls but Shalnark can’t hear her. He’s too far into his own thoughts, trying to figure out what in the world was that strange feeling yesterday afternoon.

Was it just the mood of the room? No, it affected (y/n) and I too much to be just the ‘mood of the room’.

“Mr. Ryuseih.”

Was it just tense aura?... No, that isn’t it either. I would be able to tell right away. Along with that, when he was left alone with me later to help with my crutches I didn’t feel that feeling again… It has to be something to do with (y/n). But, what exactly?

“Mr. Ryuseih!”

“Huh?” Shalnark snaps out of his thoughts as he realizes a nurse is on the side of his bed holding a pair of crutches.

“It’s time for morning PT and I’m here to make sure you whippersnapper make your way there safely. We better get going unless you want to be late, mister.” The nurse scolds, shaking her finger.

“Oh. Apologies.” Shalnark says, grabbing the crutches from her. “Let’s get going.”

Now… where was I. So I had just figured out it had a connection with (y/n). But what? Revenge? No, (y/n) hasn’t let a patient die under her care yet and all major surgeries are mostly by high class surgeons so she wouldn’t be involved if someone did end up dying without her knowledge.

Could it be me? Something to do with me? No, he had plenty of opportunities to end me especially with the weak state I am in now. Espec—

A scream rings down the hallway causing everyone to look over. Everyone was curious about what had caused the scream but no one was as curious as Shalnark. Especially when he felt that all too familiar feeling. What had Jeremiah done?

Wait a minute…

Shalnark eyes widen as he finally is able to see the scene. A nurse was huddled on the ground while a man stood in the doorway. It wasn’t Jeremiah causing that feeling. It was someone else. But how and why?

“Viv! What happened?” A doctor shouts, coming to the nurse’s aid.

“H-h-h-he” The nurse stutters out, struggling to make a coherent sentence. The next words made Shalnark’s stomach drop. “He molested me. He put his hand up my-y…”

A gasp resounds around the hallway and the bodyguard swoop in to grab the man for questioning.

“How awful… Hey! Mr. Ryuseih where are you going?!” The elderly nurse shouts, now realizing shalnark was making his way as fast he can, with crutches, down the opposite way of the hallway. The way that was in the direction of the Intensive Care Unit.

All the while Shalnark was cursing himself out. How could he be so stupid and have forgotten? It was the Nen basics. Bloodlust is based on someone’s intentions to harm another person. That strange feeling all along was Jeremiah’s bloodlust. Jeremiah’s intention to assault (y/n). Intentions which changed the usual feeling of harmful aura.

Shalnark finally makes his way to the front desk and slams his hand down, startling Mal who was cleaning her glasses.

“Where’s doctor (l/n)? I need her immediately!”

Putting on her glasses, she looks up at Shalnark. “D-Doctor (l/n) had to leave early today.”

“Huh!? How come?”

“She wasn’t feeling well. It seemed like she had drank some bad milk in her coffee.”

“Bad milk?—“ “Hey blondie! What’s up with ya’?” A loud voice cuts Shalnark off.

Shalnark angrily turned around to see…. a leprechaun like women?

“My good friend (Y/n) will be back tomorrow. No need to cause a ruckus. Ya’ can tell her whatever you want tomorrow~~” She says, placing a hand on his shoulder. Shalnark cringes. He could tell she must be an enhancer with such a strong grip. Wait, a moment…did she just call (y/n) a friend?

A lightbulb goes off in Shalnark’s head.

“You don’t understand. I can’t wait for tomorrow!”

“Hmm? How come?”

Shalnark leans over and whispers in the lady’s ear.

“Oh hell nAH! Mal!” The lady screeches, startling the poor women again, “Where’s that Donkey Ass Doctor?!”

“D-D-Donkey Ass Doctor…?” Mal recites, confused.

“She means Jeremiah.” A monotone voice calls from behind Shalnark. Swiveling his head around he sees a blank face woman. She bows at Shalnark, “I apologize for Lara. I’m Clara, her Co-worker.”

“Clara you don’t understand! (Y/n) is in danger! She’s—” Lara shouts.

“Calm down and explain, Lara. You babbling isn’t getting us anywhere.” Clara coldly says causing Lara to freeze. Carefully, due to her being careful not to piss Clara off, Lara softly whispers what’s going on in Clara’s ear. Suddenly, Clara turns her ice cold gaze to Mal, “Where. Is. Jeremiah?”

Poor Mal. She’s already having to start off the day with a bad morning.

“J-J-Jeremiah is helping (y/n) going home.” Everyone's heart dropped.

“What?!” Lara barked out.

“I-I-It’s because H-he felt bad because he’s technically the one that made her coffee-e which got her sick. T-they just left a couple of minutes ago-o, they should be making their way to the parking garage.

The puzzle piece finally clicked in Shalnark’s head. This was likely not Jeremiah’s first time doing this. So probably the reason he transferred here was to get away from suspicion from a previous assault case. When he got here he decided to have (y/n) as his next victim and was trying to get close with her. But, he couldn’t do that with me. (Y/n) spent her breakfast, lunch, and dinner breaks with me and, based on what’s going on, he was unable to use his usual method of drugging his victims’ food or drink.

But, because of what happened yesterday, she decided to spend breakfast away from me. Giving him his opportunity.

“Mal, call security! (Y/n) is in danger. Let’s go blondie!!”

“O-okay!” Mal says, quickly pumping in security’s number into the telephone.

Shalnark snaps out his thoughts as Lara pushes him into a wheelchair.

“Hold on tight!!” She shouts, grabbing the handles and pushing Shalnark through the exit doors of the intensive care unit.

Lara with Clara in tow rush down as fast as they can down the hallway. Shalnark held tightly onto the arm rests of the wheelchair, afraid for his life, as Lara was barking for people to get out the way.

“Crap,” Lara suddenly mutters. Stopping dead in her tracks as they reach the humongous parking garage, “Hey Clara! How are we going to find them in the parking garage?!”

“Use En idiot. We can split up to make it faster so you go to the right side of the parking lot while I go to the left side. Just try to find (y/n)’s or Jeremiah’s aura.” Clara says, quickly running off to the left entrance.

“O~ K~”

Shalnark can’t help but bite his lip in frustration. He felt totally useless in this situation. Sure, he could use En to help find (y/n) but he still hasn’t gotten his special ability back and was also physically weak. He was practically utterly dead weight if Jeremiah put up a fight.

“Ughhh nothing on the first floor!” Lara groans in frustration.

2nd floor…

3rd….

4th….

Come on (y/n) where are you?

The last and 5th floor…. nothing… They were too late. Shalnark looks to the ground in defeat and anger.

“Lara!!” Shalnark looks up at the sudden loud call.

Looking off in the distance from where he heard the call, he sees that Clara had found Jeremiah and was struggling to keep him pinned to the ground. Lara quickly runs over to aid Clara, leaving Shalnark alone.

Slightly struggling, Shalnark is able to slowly wheel himself over to Jeremiah and the black car he’s being pinned outside of. Deciding to look through the windows, his eyes scan the inside of the car and he holds his breath as he is finally able to see you. Only to release it when he realizes you are, thankfully, perfectly fine and just asleep. It looked like they had just gotten there in the nick of time.

Thank goodness...

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“Why the hell are ya’ here?” Lara shouts, catching the attention of people in the hallway as she begins to shake you around.

“L-l-Lara calm dowwwn” You say between breaths, you feel as if your breath has been knocked out of you. Literally. It also didn’t help that the hallway around you was getting more and more hard to make out as you get more and more dizzy.

“Lara.”

Lara pauses as she hears Clara's cold tone. Quickly she pulls her hands off of you and scurries backwards. “And you.”

You freeze as Clara turns her ice piercing gaze to you. Oh, crap crap crap.

“You should be at home resting. You literally were so close to getting assaulted yesterday. You shouldn’t be working after a day like that. You need time off.”

“Well actually Management ordered me to take two to three weeks off with pay. So I’m not here to work.” You explain, rubbing the back of your neck due to the pressure of Clara’s gaze.

“I don’t buy that. You—“ “Wait, hold up Clara. She might actually be telling us the truth.” Lara says, cutting off Clara and also pointing at your clothes. You blush lightly as they examine your outfit.

“You dressed pretty nicely today, (y/n). How come?”

“Y-yeah. Well I wanted to give this to you two in appreciation of my gratitude.” You mumble, slightly embarrassed. Opening up your big hobo bag, you hand an item to each of them.

“Strawberry ShortCake!” “CCCCAAAAROOT CAKE!” Lara and Clara shout together in excitement. Practically drooling as they examine their gifts. You swear your friends followed their stomachs more than their brains sometimes, though, at the same time, it makes sense since they work in the canteen.

Clara gives you a little bow. “Thank you (y/n). But you didn’t really have to get us anything.”

“Yeah (y/n)!! I mean you are such a sweetheart to give us gifts! But ya’ didn’t have to, we were just doing what friends do.” Lara bawls, giving you a bone breaking hug.

“Careful Lara, you’ll break the other cake she has.”

“Other cake?”

Lara sneakily looks into your bag to see that there was indeed another cake in the bag. The cheeky leprechaun girl looks up and gives you a smirk. “Oh ho ho~ looks like (y/n) is also going to say thanks to Mr. Prince Charming.”

“Shut up Lara.” You groan, pulling your bag away from her clutches. You turn away from the two and begin to walk down the hallway to Shalnark’s room. “I-I have to go. Enjoy your cake you two.”

Your face turns a bright red as you feel a hard slap to your behind. “And I’m sure Shalnark will enjoy your cake as well~~”

“LARA FROST!”

[justrandomselfships]

Little steps- my self insert Fic (S/I POV) with a bunch of silly illustrations! Oh did I mention that this involves Kaeya? Well he's the main focus here even though Lisa is mentioned shit ton of times! Might write something for her focus too someday.

I finished it ages ago but I was afraid to post it- I'm not anymore and also✨ it's my birthday ✨

~~

Ever since I joined the knights I decided to write in a diary, it helped me keep track of time. Lisa told me that it can help me in various ways, like for example remembering names of the other knights, or checking my personal progress. Now that I think about it, it was long since I checked my old entries. Nothing interesting happened today anyway so I might as well read some. I don't really remember anything that was going on when I started so I suppose I could refresh my memory.

Today Lisa wanted to introduce me to someone- she probably wanted to help me by looking for training partner for me, however I had to refuse. You probably remember why was that, I got scared of meeting someone new again. I couldn't get that mess on her shoulders when she has so much to do as it is! And there was no way I'd meet them alone it'd be too akward for both of us!

I remember the exact moment I tried to come up with an excuse for future me... It kinda made me giggle how stupid I am sometimes, but let's look at something else...

I've never felt as lonely as I do now, I don’t even know why. I don’t miss anyone nor I ever craved any interactions... But to make that feeling go away I thought about talking to Amber but when I left the house she was talking to Noelle and I got scared to approach them... Instead I decided to sketch something and stay inside for the rest of the day.

I immediately looked at my sketchbook, I don't even have to look inside, I was drawing what's outside my window like always. Maybe I'll find some better memory if I keep looking?

During my patrol I got a bit lost... It was scary... But I wasn't alone, an Adventurer found me... However he got lost too. It was a bit unlucky day since I picked the wrong maps, we also got attacked a few times by monsters. I kinda feel bad for him since he tried his best to cheer me up but I stayed silent. It should've been other way around a knight shouldn't le

Bennett! How could I forget his name when I was writing this? He was such a sweetheart I obviously had to mess it up and make him feel uncomfortable... But I did make up for it! Maybe I'll finally read something positive? I somehow can't remember how exactly that went... Or if I was daydreaming about apologizing?

I decided to bake something for Bennett as thank you and apology for acting so cold towards him. But I had no idea on how to find him... Or what to say... So after thinking for few minutes I decided to talk to Katherine and ask her to give it to him. After "talking" to her I locked myself in my room out of embarrassment, I messed up again. I just said "Bennett" placed my pastries and left. Now I probably won't be able to face her for at LEAST two months.

I cringe at the memory... Gosh now this will keep me up at night for sure... I finally forgot about it and now it'll haunt me.

Wait a second... Did I really not made any progress at all!? I was trying so hard to socialize with others and get out more but I seem to still not be able to do it right. No, it's impossible. I'm good friends with Lisa! So I definitely made any progress... Or is she just so easy to talk to? Time to take a final look at something recent for a change...

Capitan Kaeya Alberich wanted to talk to me outside work... It might not sound like a big deal but somehow I just froze... I wasn't able to respond properly and he probably guessed what I was going to say, not that he ever can't do that... I might be too predictable. Either way I feel bad, my behavior was really disrespectful and I knew better than that to just ignore someone like him. I still have much to learn and I'll need to properly apologize for staying silent.

I only ever failed... There is no mistaking it. Great way to note down progress huh? Too bad there is none.

Think, what do I need to do to finally do better? I am the problem for sure but what do I really need to change? Maybe I should just start observing how others act... After all I never bothered to do that. It might help in one way or another...

Obviously there's only one place where there is a lot of people and I won't look like a total creep if I'll just listen in the conversations and look at random people... It's no other than the tavern. I'm scared to go there alone... But I don't have to!

Lisa would be willing to go right?... Then again I rely on her a bit too much and going out like this could be an opportunity to break the ice with someone else...

Jean is always busy, Amber will be way too distracting and we might end up somewhere else, Eula is too scary, Venti... I don't even know why I'm considering him.

Maybe that offer from capitan Kaeya still stands? It's from bearly 2 weeks ago so maybe if I get lucky and he happens to still be interested, I can actually go...

What am I even thinking!? I didn't even apologize for the last time... But being around so many drunk people is terrifying... However I can't bet on the fact that he won't drink too much... On the other hand he seems to handle people and I'll definitely learn something.

Screw it. It might be scary but I need to do it. Tomorrow I'll ask him! That's for sure! He's the most respectable and trustworthy person who isn't always busy and will not distract me.

~⏳

I'm scared to do it but I have to! I need to... Did I really say that I'm gonna do it today? Or should I just pretend that I never thought of it. He's probably busy today. Yup definitely that no need to feel stressed.

I haven't seen him back at the headquarters nor did I see him around town when I was coming back from my patrol- that's a good sign. It's still pretty early but I don't think that I'll see him today... What a relief!

Before I left the headquarters after finishing some paperwork I hear a voice that belongs to a beautiful librarian I am lucky to be able to call a friend.

"Hey there cutie, are you okay?"

"Just a little bit nervous that's all, nothing new haha"

"Do you need me to pass a message again?"

"No need! It's something I need to say myself..."

"I see..."

"But if you happen to see capitan Kaeya it would be nice if you could tell him that I was looking for him" out of habit I grab my hair and begin to play with it. Lisa's warm soothing voice blessed my ears as she said "No worries darling, I'll let him know" before she left and giggled to herself...

Wait... Oh no.

Why did I say anything!? Is she that magical that I can't say anything but what's on my mind.

If she happens to meet him my request will be unavoidable! Even if I tried thinking of something else Kaeya will know that I'm lying. I can't avoid him either... Can't waste his precious time...

How do I even ask him!? Do I need to change from my work clothes before I go? What should I do...

I didn't realize that I started walking in circles before someone approached me.

"Heather?"

I turn around and see the man I was thinking about all day. Dammit... I have to say it. I can't think of an excuse and staying silent is now unacceptable.

"Oh-uhm... Greetings Capitan Kaeya"

"Lisa informed me that you were looking for me"

"Oh right!... That... Haha..."

"I don't want to rush you, however I do have some business to attend to"

"I'm so sorry! I mean- since you're busy then my silly request is irrelevant"

"Come now, I believe that I should be the judge of that" his smug look made it ever so slightly more challenging to say anything.

"I just... Ugh..." I took a deep breath "Look as you know I was trying to loosen up recently and well I realized that I wasn't making any progress at all. So I remembered that one time you asked me to go to the tavern with you and I refused... I mean ignored you, which I am VERY sorry about but now I think that it was a mistake and today I wanted to ask you to accompany me but since you're busy let's just forget about everything" I felt relieved getting that off my chest.

"I don't think that will do, in fact I was heading towards the tavern so if you really want to I suppose you can join me" Oh right... I forgot about him gathering some information there from time to time. So it might work after all! He won't pay too much attention to me and I could investigate without tons of distractions.

"Let's get going then capitan" I say before he smiles softly in response "Wait do you want to get going now or-"

"Yes" he cut me off, which was fair and I'm glad he did it before I said something dumb.

We're almost there. Before we get closer I suddenly stop.

"That reminds me!" I realized I spoke out loud, as he looked at my direction my confidence dropped dead "I've never actually tried any alcohol so would you be so kind to recommend something for me? I figured that since I'm already getting out of my comfort zone might as well try something new" I said under my breath but he definitely understood what I meant judging by his facial expression and well... response.

"Absolutely" my heart skipped a beat. I desperately tried to start a conversation topic... But choosing alcohol might be something I'll regret...

Kaeya started listing few drinks I could enjoy his words were poetic as he described the beverages, however the names of the drinks went over my head. It wasn't that bad but I just felt stupid over how clueless I was. He definitely knew what he was talking about and I'm more than interested in hearing more. The more he talks the less likely I am to say something I'll regret.

"Obviously since I don't know how much you can handle I won't be forcing you to try too much too soon" he paused "Your father probably wouldn't be happy either if you returned drunk" he said teasingly. It invited me to respond less seriously.

"Oh no! This means that we'll have to do it again, how awful"

"We didn't enter yet so you can feel free to leave now before you regret spending time with me of all people" his voice was now suddenly much more hostile... Did I mess it up!?

He laughed softly "I'm sorry did I go too far? While I don't want to force you to do anything, I won't lie... I'm a bit curious to learn something new about you tonight"

We were still outside standing right in front of the entrance to the tavern if not for chatting we could hear from the inside there would be total silence.

"I'm sorry for being quiet again! It's just that you caught me off guard haha" I look away "There isn't much to know about me so I feel like I'll only disappoint you"

"I'm not so sure about that part"

"Wait... Did my father tell you anything about me!?"

"Look let's just get inside, We'll discuss it later"

Nervously I followed him yet again. The atmosphere was warm and I could see different kinds of people all over the place. We sit down.

"So did he tell you anything?" I ask immediately.

"Relax, he didn't" he seemed amused by my desperation to know. It's understandable... And I'm probably overreacting anyway. I collect my thoughts "I'm sorry"

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm just making this into some big deal for no reason. Maybe the reason is the huge amount of respect I have for you that makes me freak out"

"I see, well I don't see the reason to be so formal now. We aren't working after all" his soft smile was enough for me to calm down.

"Thank you" Maybe it was all I needed to hear, after that everything went smoothly.

I start feeling proud of myself... Maybe I can change after all? Either way it only shows that I have to write it down! And once I was back home I did just that.

Today I had enough courage to take a step in right direction! I went to a tavern with capitan Kaeya. It was fun and for the first time in years I wasn't that scared. It wasn't totally perfect but it was definitely worth it.

[sourwolfstories]

Hi! I know you're probably slammed with requests but i was wondering if you could rec some long fics without smut or skipable unimportant smut scenes? I'm sex repulsed and it's surprising difficult to find fics that don't make me uncomfortable

Okay so these are all at least 20 or 30 thousand words long each and are all either rated general audience or teen and up and I made sure to go through all of them so they shouldn’t have any smut or sex but if I did miss anything please let me know. Hope you enjoy!

Ghosts In The Suburbs by KaytiKazoo

Stiles gets cursed by a witch and can see dead people.

Here’s to the Static by matildajones

Stiles spends most of his college break in a coffee house where he stares after Derek Hale. For some reason, Stiles is unaware of the fact he’s quite the musician, and Derek amuses himself at Stiles’ obliviousness.

Cupboard Love by mklutz

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

Strangers Like Me by Alphaboner

“Stay back! Don’t come..don’t come any closer! Please don’t! Wh..what are you doing?” he let out a little laugh when Derek started to play with his toes “Ah-haha, no, please, don’t, that tickles!” Derek’s hand traveled from Stiles’ toes to his leg “No, get off, get off!” …to his belt “GET OFF!” he kicked Derek in the face, leaving him confused and aching, looking at Stiles with a scowl.

Get Back Up by Hepzheba

After taking the blame for his so-called friend Jackson and his stupid pot, Stiles is forced to work for the Hales at their horse ranch the summer before his last year in high school. At first he absolutely hates it but he comes to realize that there is actually is something fun about this ranch thing and that horses are more likable and complicated than he’d previously thought. He also comes to realize that it’s not only the horses that are interesting; there’s also Derek Hale.

Scowl and Sarcasm by dr_girlfriend

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single alpha in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate.

Whether or not Derek Hale felt that way was hardly a concern to the neighborhood — the very fact of his arrival was enough that the surrounding families seemed to consider him the rightful property of one or another of their eligible sons and daughters. That was, of course, before they met the man.

Only You, Sterek by im2old4thisotp

Derek gets the name of his soulmate off a Ouija board when he is ten. He’s obsessed with finding them, but then his life irrevocably changes. He erases the name from his life and determines to live free of those stupid words, “fate” and “destiny”.

But on the eve of his wedding, he gets a phone call that will change the course of his life forever, and show him that maybe destiny does have a hold on him, after all.

Or, the Sterek rewrite of the movie “Only You” that you never knew you wanted.

sorry about the elbows, sorry we lived here. by dreamer_of_dreams

“You’re doing it again, Derek. You’re running away. I know, alright? I’ve always known… You looked at him the way I wished you’d look at me. You came close some days, when you’re folding my tank tops and we’re talking about small, insignificant things. And I thought that was enough for a while. But it was plain to see, you were sitting around, waiting for him to call you home. He never did and you just carried on.”

“I wasn’t really waiting for him to call. I knew he wouldn’t. I don’t know how you got that impression.”

“Hmmm…Maybe because when we both thought you were dying, I leant over and kissed you… and you whispered his name.”

Just the Same by ericaismeg

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There’s just no way Derek Hale is human.***“I was wondering if you’re even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it’s ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It’s unfair for us. I mean, it’s obvious you work out, and I don’t, so that could be why, but like…I was just wondering if you were human, that’s all.”

“Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—”

“Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can’t threaten him with shit.

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before by Halevetica

What if all the crushes you ever had found out how you felt about them… all at once?

Stiles Stilinski keeps his love letters in a box his mother gave him. They aren’t love letters that anyone else wrote for him; these are ones he’s written. One for every boy he’s ever loved-five in all. When he writes, he pours out his heart and soul and says all the things he would never say in real life, because his letters are for his eyes only. Until the day his secret letters are mailed, and suddenly, Stiles’ love life goes from imaginary to out of control.

If I Followed You Home by tryslora

Stiles is living on his own in New York when he sees the unthinkable: one woman pushes another onto the tracks just before a subway comes. With Scott not moving in for several days, he is on his own with his grief and horror, and he decides to find closure by attending the dead woman’s funeral where he discovers that (1) the guy he’s been crushing on is the dead woman’s brother, and (2) her family somewhat adopts him, and (3) the woman who killed her might just want to kill him now. Life just got complicated.

Notes:

Wolf Pack: Beacon Original by Beerwolves, fearfrost1211

When his father landed the Deputy Chief of police position in Beacon Hills, Stiles moved to his new town gladly, embracing the chance of a fresh start. What he didn’t expect was to find himself hopelessly drawn to the gruff Vice President of the local motorcycle gang, the Wolf Pack.Derek Hale, resident bad boy of Beacon Hills, spent his time helping his sister lead the Wolf Pack and working on motorcycles at his family’s automotive garage. Then, one hot summer afternoon a bright-eyed boy walked into his life and turned his world upside down.

There’s No Escape for the Potato Man by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Who is this? Where’s Erica?”

“Wrong number, asshole!”

“Stop calling me an asshole,” the man on the other end snapped aggressively.

Stiles could understand. He’d be pretty aggressive too if he’d murdered someone and texted a wrong number to ask for help burying the body. This guy obviously failed How To Be a Serial Killer 101.

“What kind of idiot thinks I murdered someone?”

“The kind of idiot who got your text messages, you fucking dumbass!” he retorted hotly. “Maybe double check your contacts before sending a random stranger details on your nefarious plans to dispose of a freshly cut up body!”

“What?!” the guy on the other end demanded, crossed between horrendously confused and livid.

home isn’t a place by Spikedluv

Ithaca, New York is known as a sanctuary within the supernatural community, and Cornell University is where creatures such as Kitsune and Selkies can safely attend college. Though Stiles doesn’t think he’s anything special (despite having a ‘spark’, whatever that is), he attends on Satomi’s recommendation; he wants to learn everything he can about the supernatural world so he can return to Beacon Hills and help Scott.

The last person Stiles expects to run into at Cornell is Derek Hale. Derek is gruff and grumpy, but despite that Stiles is drawn to him. When someone begins murdering supernatural students Laura Hale takes Stiles under her wing. Between attending class, hanging out with Kira, adopting a dog, and keeping score for the baseball team, Stiles investigates the deaths to figure out who’s killing his fellow students before he ends up a victim himself.

Through it all, Stiles learns the real meaning of ���home’.

SuperWing, Stucky and SlaDick, Oh My! by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Well,” Nightwing said with an awkward laugh, “this is embarrassing. You are definitely not the Superman I was expecting.”

“You mean I almost missed out on having Nightwing leap into my waiting arms?” Derek asked teasingly. He couldn’t help it, the guy was adorable, and while he wasn’t exactly light, he already knew it was all muscle. This guy definitely worked out.

Nightwing let out a loud, boisterous laugh that had people around them turn to look, but he just grinned down at Derek before speaking.

“In that case, didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He waggled his eyebrows and Derek let out a small huff of a laugh. “I should probably, uh—get down.”

“Probably.”

Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.

Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.

He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.

“I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

An Unexpected Familiar by BabyWeWillRise

Homework over break sucks, right? Harris is at it again with making Stiles’ life horrible by giving him an essay over Christmas break and Stiles could not be anymore displeased.

Except…this stupid assignment leads him to something he didn’t think he was missing.

Or…

After his mother died when he was eight, Stiles (and his father) ran away from reality without looking back.

Now, ten years later, when the eighteen year old runs into a familiar face, he’s thrown back into a life he had completely forgotten about and is welcomed with open and loving arms.

To say he’s freaking out would be an understatement.

[makczio]

Maxence Danet-Fauvel's interview for EntourageS with Kevin Elarbi part 2/2

Last line was by Kevin: : So now we'll talk about the series you picked. First we're going to talk about an amazing serie, and OCS serie called Westworld and the a scene without visual effects but I think you'd like with Anthony Hawkins, a philosophical scene from the first season

The scene is about a character telling a story about a dog chasing after a cat. This is a story about freedom

K: Yes so a great serie. Season 1 and 2 available on OCS, and waiting season 3 coming in January 2020 and I'd love to see the cast on EntourageS. How did you discovered Westworld, what do you like about that serie and who are you favourite characters?

M: So I discovered Westworld the day after a party

K: Unusual!

M: Haha yes! Because I didn't had OCS and...

K: Not good!

M: I know! I know haha! 

K: OCS that we kiss (again, we say "we kiss" in France when we mean we salute)

M: OCS that we kiss obviously. So I discovered OCS at a friend's called Chloé and she's the one who discovered the serie, she probably already watched a couple of episodes and we decided to watch from the beginning and we watched all of it. And what was the second question?

K: What do you like about this serie and the characters that you liked the most

M: Ah first I'm a big fan of Anthony Hawkins, a really big fan. I think he's an excellent example of acting, we see everything in his eyes, he's an actor that you can see he knows his text and a rich subtext. You can see in this scene that everything is crazy, every monologue scene you feel that he worked them for hours, weeks or even months. Because when you watch them you can feel everything he says like he really lived them. He's really a phenomenal actor… Fucj I'm losing myself so I forget the questions 

K: Haha no it was what you liked about this series and characters that you liked

M: Haha so I answered the last one before. But what I love about this serie is the thematic. Dystopia, I love it. I'm a big fan of Philip K. Dick, Globalia, all his books I spend hours reading them when I was a teenager. I loved it! And I think it's subjects that seems fat but not that far, and it's something that can happen if the worst happens, and I find it really cool

K: Not really that far

M: Yeah not really that far when you watch the news nowadays but it's crazy! But I was a little bit spoiled

K: Who did this?

M: My best bud

K: Ah that's not cool, that's why Westworld it's important to watch it the day the episode is out 

M: But for me it was just the context that I've been spoiled. We discover it very fast but he told me "Wow watch that serie it's awesome because…" I won't say because I've been told and I didn't liked it but it's also what made me wanna start it

K: Yeah we discover it fast, it's in the pilot if I remember well

M: Yeah it's not a big spoil and it's also what made me wanna start it. That dude also did it with Lost, he told me about the… about the small cage

K: Be careful about what you'll say

M: Haha yeah so he told me about the small cage, so he explained me just this thing and it's what made me wanna start it too, and I binge watched it in 3 weeks

K: (talking to the listener) So I you advise you to start Westworld, binge watch the first 2 seasons before season 3 in January. I hope I would be able to talk about with the cast, it's in negotiation right now. So we're going to talk about another serie, a serie that I love. I chose a scene from season 1, a symbolic scene from True Detective. If you like this serie, there's a book coming up this week wrote by a certain Kevin Elarbi about the discussions with all the cast. It wasn't with Matthew McConaughey that I spoke with it was Stephen Dorff. We're going to watch a scene with Matthew McConaughey and you'll react about True Detective, also on OCS

The scene is 2 detectives in a car talking about the crime scene they just saw, religion and pessimism.

K: Yes so Matthew McConaughey in True Detective. The season one is a wonderful season, the second one is more weak and that's why they took some time to come back with an amazing season 3. So in my book I talk about this conversation with Stephen Dorff who is a GREAT actor. Have you seen season 3?

M: Nope

K: You have to see it. It's really amazing

M: I haven't seen the second either

K: You just saw the first one? It's the best one. So tell us what you liked about the first 

M: What I liked about the first one… hm… Yeah I was going to talk about actors again but that's my passion 

K: And that's why you're here

M: Yeah because Matthew McConaughey is incredible, he amazes me everytime! Even with a scene like that he kills me because there a lot of things were I found myself in True Detective. I know it doesn't seem like it but I also am a pessimist person. Without the shell of this character but I kinda have the same thoughts about our society haha

K: It's not being pessimistic but realistic 

M: Yes, yeah that's what he says. So that and what I really liked in this serie is that I found it amazing because there's so many clichés! I mean the two cops not liking each other, the cheating stories, you could think "It's all the crime serie clichés, I won't watch it" but it works so well, it works because the actors are incredible, the directing is crazy and the plot is catchy. I mean I started True Detective and I binge watched it in one night

K: Oh yeah the 10 episodes?

M: 8

K: 8 episodes yes, 8×55

M: I think I started around 4 and I went to bed only when I finished it

K: We're going to watch another scene from one of the series you picked. We have to be fast because we're short on time, the control room reprimand me

M: Oh no!

K: But I would love that you react to some series, a few quick words. So we already talked about Westworld and True Detective. Earlier I said in the introduction that Skam made me think a lot with your love scene about Euphoria 

M: That's such an amazing compliment 

K: Euphoria that I a GREAT queer serie, but not only. A serie that we discovered last summer and got huge and we're thankful about that. A few words about Euphoria and what do you like about this serie?

M: So I discovered Euphoria a Wednesday morning at one of my young coach and friend called Titouan Gautier. You know him?

K: Yes

M: Really? That's awesome! Titouan Gautier is an amazing human being and I went to a party spend the night at his place. And in the morning he asked me if I watched Euphoria and he told me "I watched everything yesterday but I don't mind watching it again today" and I was like "Are you sure?" and same I watched it all

K: Oh you saw all the episodes on the same day? You're lucky!

M: Yes all in one day, I had a lot of luck because I missed the information the time that every episode went out so I watched all of them in a day

K: Zendaya is incredible 

M: Pff wow!

K: And the prologue scene, the bad trip ones. It's for me one of the best prologue we had in a serie for a long time

M: Yes, and after playing a bipolar character in Skam France, I can say that the actress and the realisation of the scene are amazing. But the scene were she has a phase were she's a detective is mind blowing, really really mind blowing 

K: So lucky for you that you haven't seen this serie before playing a bipolar character because you would've been inspired 

M: Totally!

K: But it didn't scared you to watch knowing you would play Eliott after again?

M: I didn't knew she was bipolar (side note: max u dumb it's in the first episode in the first five minutes haha)

K: But when you realised, you didn't thought "Oh no I don't wanna see that yet"? You wanted to watch it again

M: I wanted to watch it again because I thought her interpretation was 1000 times better than mine. It's crazy 

K: But it's two interpretations very different 

M: Yes that's true but I thought she was very impressive in these scene, and I forgot the name of the other actress that I also found really, for a first role really… What was her name again?

K: … I forgot it too...

M: Anyway I found her excellent too, and I think it was her first shooting, and honestly I was blown away, really talented 

K: Okay so we're going to be fast because I would love to play a scene from Peaky Blinders because I can't leave you without talking about it. But I bother me because… Nevermind. How I met your mother, I chose a scene from Barney but again, we don't have enough time. Himym is a serie that is still a bestseller, with Barney's books in bookstores. A few words about this serie, favourite characters.

M: This serie I watched it I was with a girl called Élise and...

K: We kiss Élise!

M: We kiss Élise yes! And we were chilling watching this serie, we weren't doing anything, and well we did season 1 to 9, and again, and again, and again… And I think I watched it in total more than 15 times, every seasons. We also went to a point where we were like "Season 3 episode 17". We knew everything, everything, from the beginning to the end of the episode! And How I met your mother is my good mood serie, hungover day, depressed phase, the beginning of the winter… You watch Himym and it's better than a chimney fire

K: I feel that you watch a lot of serie when you're hungover or depressed, I totally understand! I hear in my earpiece that Zendaya's partner in Euphoria is Hunter Schafer and with that...

M: Yes Hunter Schafer putain!

K: With that theme of a trans person that isn't mentioned, and thank Euphoria for that. That's why it's such a good serie, it's because it isn't something they talk about, it is, but it's not...

M: Yes that's awesome. Like Skam, it's not a big deal and it's so good

K: Voilà! You understand now why I made a link!

M: Yes yes I understand!

K: Be careful, now I know you'll be mad to have just a few minutes to talk about it and I understand 

M: Oh God you're going to talk about Tree of life 

K: No (he's showing the logo of the show Betaseries) you know what comes from this logo? From Breaking bad, we can't not talk about it. Obviously an important serie from these last few years. A few words about Breaking bad?

M: hm...

K: How did you discovered it?

M: No no no! It's the same haha, again putain 

K: So what did you liked about that serie?

M: No I'm saying bullshit, I was my ancient roommate called Julie George that I kiss a lot because I miss her, she's in New York

K: So series with you are something that you share

M: Yes i discover a lot with people, because I'm almost never alone and i see a lot my friends, like all the time. Breaking bad is something people have to watch because the scenes are AMAZING. I make it very quick. But, once again I'm going to talk about actors because that's something that kills me. The duo from Breaking bad is the quintessence of my acting method. It's really… They're phenomenal. I learned a lot, I'm talking about acting techniques, about illustrations, it's something I learned at the Actors Factory, about… yeah I'm not going to talk about it forever about the method. But it's really a serie with excellent actors, they're complete, they're really actors with a good method… Anyway the serie is magnificent. That's a cliffhanger, it's the magic formula 

K: I agree. We're going to play another scene, a 15 seconds scene, it's not a lot but I want you to see it so you can talk about it easily because really wanna talk about it before the podcast ends. It's Peaky Blinders. But before I'm going to respond to what you just said, that the Actors Factory looks like Group Theater, I'm thinking about Marlon Brando, Lee Strasberg, and it's not theater, and I think it's really close and that you're the new generation, and I say it with all the love I have for Group Theater 

M: I believe it and I hope so

K: I believe it. So a scene from Peaky Blinders

In the scene, Thomas Shelby is talking to Danny about the man he killed. Telling him that the brothers of the man are ready to kill him

K: It was so fast sorry! So Peaky Blinders, I know it's the first time you see it in French (of all the scene showed, this one is the only one that has been translated in French) I'm sorry

M: Yeah, yeah please watch series in the original language 

K: YES!

M: Yes because it kills the actor's work if you watch it with another voice

K: It kills the actor's work and we agree that it takes 50%, no it takes 85% of the charm 

M: And when a GREAT actor plays even if you take out the sound you can understand what they say, so watch in the original language 

K: I agree watch it in the original language stop with the french! So Peaky Blinders a few words about this aerie, how did you discovered it, why… no we're going to do something else for this serie. Why should people watch it? Especially young people that follow you

M: Fuck, this time I would've said...

K: Then do both!

M: Why should you people watch it? Because first it talks about a historical period that's a little forgotten, between the two wars, we hear a lot about the 30 years post war (the second), but it's nice to see what happened for the middle class in Birmingham, it's so interesting. Also the directing is crazy

K: And the lights

M: What? Oh yes the lights! No, everything! It's really mind blowing, every scene, the slow motion, wow that's crazy! The actors once again, the two brothers Cillian Murphy (funny, he pronounces it Sillian) and, fuck I'm bad at actors names

K: Yeah and me too

M: Anyway, you see in Breaking Bad

K: Peaky Blinders 

M: Haha yes Peaky Blinders sorry, it's really a serie I would've love to play in

K: Ah! Which character?

M: Well the character of… Is that a joke I wat had an episode yesterday? Well the one played by Cillian Murphy!

K: But you know this kind of serie can come in France, Arte (a Franco-German TV channel) love producing that kind of fiction, that doesn't cost that much if there's not a lot of extra. It would be nice 

M: Yes, and I went for a casting with them on Monday, and they forgot me!

K: Well it was Monday...

M: It was a Monday morning, so I came there, I open the door and say Hello, and there was nobody! So I come back there next Monday 

K: Oh you couldn't okay!

M: No they didn't came! So next Monday and it's for something from the old time like that! But Cillian Murphy's character is completely crazy. But this man is a Greek God he's so beautiful I'm so jealous. And everything, the costumes, the decor, the gang with… anyway

K: There's an excellent bar called The Shelby...

M: Tommy Shelby yes! That was his name!

K: … I should give you some adress. Remember that alcohol should be taken with moderation

M: Haha

K: Thank you Maxence for being with us for the first episode of EntourageS, you have to come back 

M: Oh yeah that's true I'm the first!

K: Yeah you're the godfather! So you have to come back because we didn't talked about Breaking Bad a lot I wanted to show a scene, How I met your mother either

M: And we didn't talked about cinema putain!

K: We didn't talked about cinema but it's about series even if I would love talking about cinema

M: Okay

K: But you really have to come back because you told me there was shooting in the beginning of the year

M: Yes there's shooting until April

K: So it means a little promo at the end of the season 2020?

M: What promo? Skam?

K: There's Skam and the other series

M: Skam for sure but the other series I don't know if there will be a promo

K: Promise you'll come back for Skam?

M: Promise I'll come back for Skam, for everything, I'm so good here!

K: Well I'm glad, thank you Maxence it's a gift having you has a godfather! So I bring back that you're currently shooting Skam France, you also said there was other projects but that's for the beginning of the year so we'll see later. Go follow Maxence on social networks, he shares about his cinema and series tastes. It's more interesting than following some influencers haha

M: Haha thank you

K: Go follow Maxence it's important. He loves classic cinema we can see it and it's amazing. You also love good series so that's cool I think there would be a lot of young people who would watch them

M: Cool

K: Yeah now probably 100 young people would wanna watch Peaky Blinders and that's great! I'm saying a 100 but I hope it's more. 1k will watch Peaky Blinders, another 1k Breaking Bad and another 1k How I met your mother. And for the one who haven't seen Skam and afraid that it would be a teenager serie, you saw the scene it's with complete actors, a great team, go for it! It's a serie that will be important for the LGBTQI+ community and is becoming a cult, 4 seasons in 2 years that's amazing! Even I watched this serie maybe with preconceptions and I was blown by the technique, the team and the actors so watch it! Skam will impress you as much as Euphoria will

M: Woaw I'm emotional 

K: I really think it!

M: That's nice!

[shutup-sorry]

A flower for every petal [1]

A/N: Sooo this is my first fic like ever! I hope you like it and if you do, let me know if you want me to tag you :) P. S. english is not my native language, so if there are some grammar mistakes I apologise haha

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The wind was strong that morning. Only sound breaking the silence on this, unusually, still street, was the angirly roaring wind. They said that the big storm is coming tonight and mother nature is preparing us for that.

For Iris, London was always such a depressing city, she for sure didn't like it here, never knowing why. So many unhappy people, lost souls that are just trying to go back to the right path, afraid of a little bit of risking. She wanted an adventure. She wanted to travel the world. But she knew well-enough that that's not going to happen any time soon, so she had to deal with that, that's what her mother used to tell her.

But on this particular day, it was even sadder. Everything seemed to be in black and white, like other colors didn't exist. The sky was so gray and misty, it almost looked like it was about to cry, his tears representing drops of rain. She never liked rainy days, or even worse, storms. It always reminded her of her lonliness and how she didn't have anybody by her side. Her family was far away, all of her friends and people from hometown had probably already forgotten her, and she was nostalgic. She missed her home, the happiest and safest place on this planet.

She tried to light her cigarette, but the damn wind wouldn't let her do it, so she put her hand up to protect a little flame that was coming out of her lighter. After few more attempts, getting even more annoyed, maybe by the fact that she was already so late to her first lecture, or maybe by the fact that it was so cold outside and she had to walk to university, she finally succeeded and shoved her lighter back in the bag. She took a long drag before continuing her 20 minutes walk to university, cursing the fact that she still doesn't have a car or someone to drive her there.

After few minutes of walking the rain started. Great, that's exactly what she needed at that moment. She instantly hurried up and threw her jeans jacket on her head, to protect herself from wetting her hair.

When she arrived at the university, after what seemed like forever, she started fast walking towards her classroom. She could only imagine how she looked like, and in every way was negative. Her hair was probably a mess, so she quickly combed it with her hands, trying to make it seem less bad, and then wiping her a little bit smudged mascara, as she mentally prepared for judgemental looks when she walks in almost more than half an hour late.

She entered the lecture, murmirng a little 'sorry I'm late' under her breath, and quickly taking her seat in the first free chair that she saw. Some students whispered something looking at her, probably gossiping, and the teacher just sighed and continued talking.

After some time of trying to focus on the actual words that the proffesor was talking about, but failing miserably, and then giving up, the class has finally finished. She packed her things and quickly exited the classroom, rushing into the hall of uni.

The hall was crowded with students, some with their friends, talking, laughing, and some alone just walking or sitting and reading their books.

She stopped walking when she saw a big poster on noticeboard that had big "Queen" written on it. It said that they are perfoming at the local pub on Saturday night.

"You coming?", someone said behind her back, snapping her from her thoughts and scaring her. She turned around and saw a young man with big, curly, hair and beautiful smile looking at her, then at the poster. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare you", he said nervously, noticing her scared expression on face.

"Oh no, I just wasn't expecting anybody that's all", she smiled truthfully and he nodded. "And, uhm, I don't think I'll come. Don't wanna go alone.", she shrugged her shoulders.

"I think you should come, they are pretty good, you'll have fun", very familiar curly boy, that she thinks she shares a class with, told her smirking.

"I suppose that you've seen them play, when you say that like it is a fact?", she laughed.

"Well tehnically, yes", he nodded smiling, "I am in the band, a guitarisst", he said proudly and she raised her brow. "Oh yes, and I'm Brian by the way", he hold his hand to shake and she took it, still smiling.

"I am Iris, nice to meet you guitarisst", she smirked sarcastically.

"So you coming or not? I would love to see you there", she put her index finger on her chin, pretending like she's thinking about it and he laughed, "Oh come on, why not? You won't be alone, I'll be there"

"Well I don't know you, for all I know you could kill me there", she joked and he scoffed at that, "I'll see, but probably won't come"

"Okay, but have this incase you've changed your mind", he gave her a piece of paper, that probably had the address of the pub or his phone number, "Goodbye Iris", and then he left.

She stood there looking at him leaving, thinking about the offer he gave her.

It was the Saturday afternoon, she was cleaning her apartment from the mess she made over the week, when she accidentally found that piece of paper that that Brian guy gave her the other day. She had totally forgotten about it. It was this Saturday. She looked over her clock and it was 7:17pm, she had an hour to get ready. She bit her lower lip, thinking about it.

Was it good idea going there alone? But if she didn't go, she would probably regret that, always thinking about what-if.

Fuck it, she thought to herself, throwing her cleaning gloves, making her way to the bathroom.

She wanted an adventure, this is the closest thing to the adventure that she can get.

After 20 minutes of showering, she did her makeup and styled her hair the way she wanted it to be. The cab arrived and she started her way to the pub, feeling anxious.

She never liked going anywhere alone, even though she lived alone. The irony of that. She always wanted company in anything she was doing, even if it was just going to the market or just walking around town, and this lonliness was killing her. Not that she wanted to admit that, but deep down she knew that.

Her thoughts were interrupted when cab stopped, giving her money to the awfully quiet driver, and then turning towards the pub. Outside of the pub was suprisingly crowded, so she could just imagine what was inside. Surprised that this band was so popular, she entered the pub, scent of smoke and alcohol hitting her right in the face.

There were a lot of people, and she immediately regreted coming here alone, but she for sure didn't have intention on going back home. She sighed, making her way to the front place so she could have a better look at the band. She thought about Brian, if he would be happy that she came, but then quickly realised that he had probably forgot about her and that it was just a stupid thought.

Some people were talking, some people were already drunk, some people were making out, and some people were alone there, just like her. She felt a relief that she wasn't the only one, miserable. Lights went off and the crowd started yelling. First row were just girls, clothed in small pieces, big enough to cover the most vulgar parts of their bodies, and Iris rolled her eyes at them. They were groupies. There's nothing wrong with being a groupie, she just couldn't stand them. She looked at what she decided to wear and her body, feeling a little anxious. All of these girls were so much prettier then her. She was an average looking girl, with average body. And they were all like models, beautiful and smoking hot.

Her thoughts were interrupted by four young men filling in the stage. They had huge, wide, smiles on their faces as they were looking at the crowd infront of them. The crowd wasn't huge, but for a small band full of young students, it was more than enough. The lead singer, who she learned was named Freddie, had black fluffy hair, then there was Brian with his guitar, and two unknown guys. One with fluffy brown hair with his guitar, or bass, she couldn't tell, and then the blonde behind his drums. The blonde looked chaotic, he had angry look on his face, only one not smiling at the crowd. He just took his drumsticks in his hands, swirling them anxiously, waiting for Freddie to stop talking so they could start playing.

She knew that she was staring at him, but she just couldn't keep her eyes off of him. It's like he felt her deep gaze at him and he looked her right in the eyes, unfazed by it. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she was confident enough that she didn't look away, and got even more confident when she noticed that he didn't look away either, sending him a flirty and playful wink. In response he just licked his lips, before the first song began and he focused on playing his drums.

The way he looked when he was playing his drums, with that chaotic blonde hair falling everywhere, with his button up shirt that was unbuttoned showing off his bare sweaty chest, turned her on. She bit her lip at the thought of him. Now and then, he would look for her in the crowd, and when his eyes finally found hers, he would send her a seductive smirk.

After several songs, the band, had finished their gig for tonight. Freddie thanked the small audience as they all clapped their hands, because truth to be told- they were wonderful. Probably the best show she had ever attended, they had the most breath taking energy. Everybody did their parts perfectly. Freddie's voice stood out the most, this band is going places.

She decided to sit down at the bar, who could know that dancing, singing and having this much fun could be so exhausting? She thought to herself. Or maybe she just got so used to boring life of just studying and doing nothing over the days that she forgot how it felt to loosen up sometimes.

It took her some time to try and avoid, now very drunk people, praying to get home safely, when she finally saw the bar. She looked over and saw a free chair. She sat at the high chair by the bar, looking through her purse for the pack of cigarettes, and when she finally found them she realized that she had forgotten her lighter. She sighed, with cigarette between her plump red lips as she continued trying to find a lighter, even though she knew that it wasn't there. She cursed under her breath.

"Here ya go", she heard a soft male voice next to her speak, making her jump from her seat a little bit. _Can people stop scaring her like that?_She thought to herself. She looked up and there he was, the drummer from the band, standing infront of her, grinning and before she had any chance to reply to him he had lit her cigarette, that was still between her lips, his big ocean blue eyes never living her deep green eyes. She just sat there, feeling her cheeks turning red, she blushed and that rarely ever happened, and seeing that made him smirk.

"Thank you", she said, shyly, trying to cover up the fact that she had just blushed at him, puffing the smoke from her cigar.

"No problem, love.", he said still smirking at her. It made her feel tingly, and she didn't like that feeling at all. The way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his eyes, picturing things he could do to her. The way his eyes focused on hers, then, as she puffed smoke, he would focus on her lips, but then, again, on her eyes. He still looked sweaty from his gig, hair sticking on his neck and forehead. That made him look even hotter, If that's possible.

Stop being so fucking horny and stop imaging things Iris.

"You don't look like a type of girl to be here, or to smoke too. ", firstly he pointed at the place they were in and then at cigarette in her hand, lighting his that was between his lips. She was taken aback by his statment, making a weird face in confusion.

She raised her eyebrow at him. "What's that suppoused to mean asshole?", she said with bitterness behind her words, not caring if the nickname she gave him would offend him in any way. And it didn't.

He chuckled. "Easy there, love. I was just saying. You're new here, I've never seen you before.", he said as he raised his hand so bartender could notice him. "Want something? It's on me", he winked and she rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head no in response, as he murmured 'why not'.

"I don't drink", she said taking his lighter of the table, without asking for it, and lighting a new one.

"See? Told ya you don't look like a type of girl to be here. You just proved me right. ", he smirked and she rolled her eyes, again. "But, I must say, you're a one hell of a smoker"

The more he talks, the more she regrets thinking about him in the way she was while he was performing. She found him really annoying and wanted him to leave.

"What can I say? We all have our addictions", she raised her eyebrows dramaticly and he laughed at this shaking his head and murming little 'I guess you're right', before she spoke again. "And by the way, what if I'm not new here and you just haven't noticed me before? I mean, you have a lot of fans here. Especially girls, I mean you couldn't possibbly notice every girl that enters this place, now could you?", she stated matter-of-factly, pointing at all the girls that were now looking at them, making angry faces at her for taking their 'man', and a little bit of sarcasm behind her words, but not too much.

"Oh, trust me, I would notice. ", the bantender interrupted his words as he gave him what he had ordered, this misterious drummer drinking whatever liqour in one shot, and then continuing, "Ugh, rough. ", he laughed, "Where was I, oh yes. Trust me I would notice a smoking hot girl like you anywhere. I have seen the way you looked at me while I was playing, and I would lie if I told you that that didn't turn me on just a little bit", his voice turned into whisper as he was now close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. But of course, she wouldn't admit that and feed his, already, big ego.

She snorted at his cockiness, rolling her eyes, for the, probably, hundreth time tonight. "Don't even bother drummer boy, I know what you're doing. I know the guys like you, I have dated them. That's what devils look and sound like", he laughed at this biting his lower lip. That turned her on even more_._

"Oh really? So what am I doing, misterious girl? Hm? Tell me", he is still whispering, and that amused her a little too much. She didn't know where was her confidence coming from, but she liked this version of her, not afraid of saying wrong thing, being relaxed. Maybe it's the fact that this night, she felt so good after such a long time that she just didn't care. It was an adventure.

"You, mister drummer, are trying to get me to bed", she leaned in closer, tempting him as she knew exactly what was she doing to him. He just kept looking at her lips, not caring about her noticing that, as she bit her lower lip, in intention of seducing him even more. She succeeded in that as he quitely groaned at that act of hers. "And you were right. I'm not the type of girl who comes to places like this, as I'm not a type of girl who's just gonna be one of your groupies, so I advise you to just forget about it blondie and maybe find other girl to hit on and bore", she leaned back where she was before and he just snorted, now looking infront of him into unknown space.

"Tease. I like that", he admitted truthfully and she proudly smirked at herself for how amazing she was. Who would know that she had it in her? She was always an uptight person. "And could I get your name, love?"

"Does it matter? It's not like we're gonna meet again", she teased and that being said made him roll his eyes, playfully.

"Oh, darling, I think we will", he teased back and she giggled.

"And why's that?"

"Because", he leaned in, putting his hand on her thigh, making her have goosebumps all over her body, "I'm not that easy to get rid of. You're gonna see more of me, darling", he winked at her and just as she was about to come with the comeback, the yelling was heard and the drummer quickly moved his hand away from her tigh, that was travelling higher and higher, to her inner tighs, making her even more desperate. She silently groaned at the loss of touch.

"Oh here you are, you idiot! Roger, I've been looking for you for the past half an hour, you said you were just going to the bar quickly! Freddie is on the parking lot being hysterical as he always is and needs your help with the van and the instruments. You need to hurry up and leave that groupie alone. ", the curly, furious looking guy, that invited her here, named Brian spat at the blonde boy. His words hurted her a little, but she ignored his comment about her being a groupie as she annoyingly looked at him. Brian, realising who she was, looked guilty about his choice of words. "Oh hi there Iris, I didn't see that it was you. Uhm sorry for that nickname, I didn't mean it. I see the two of you have met already", Brian spoke just too quickly and she laughed at him, as he continued rambling, "I'm glad you made it here-"

"Oh so Iris?", Roger interrupted, earning a glare from Brian, but complety ignoring that, smirking as he had just found out her name, teasingly looking at her, already, annoyed facial expression, as he continued. "Nice name, very meaningful. Do you know that, that in Greek mythology, Iris was the goddes of rainbow, a messenger for Zeus and Hera, who rode the rainbow as a bridge from heaven to earth? Iris is actually considered a symbol of power and majesty, representing faith, wisdom and valor. Are you called after a goddess? ", he said, putting his index finger on his chin, pretending to be thinking about it, as he continued his philosophy, while she stood there, vividly, shocked and without any words, and that's a rare thing. This man is well educated, or just too good with his words, or maybe just lucky. "Or are you named after the flower? You know, they come in a lot of colours, and you remind me of some purple or blue just like your deep eyes that seem to hold in just too much sadness in them. Even though, in most of the cultures Iris means happiness and summer. "

Her eyes never left his as he had just put her in some sort of trance. She blushed at his words, and cursed at herself for letting herself blush just too easily, quickly trying to cover her cheeks, but failing. He already saw what he did to her and smirked, proudly, knowing he had won this conversation.

"What's wrong, love? Did I say something wrong?", he grinned at her, taking a drag of his cigarette and leaning back against his chair.

Brian just stood there, confused to what was happening, carefully watching Roger talking. He seemed to be, just as she was, in some kind of trance.

"You're full of shit, drummer boy", she laughed at this whole situation, as she tried to pretend that this actually haven't affected her, and he joined in her laughter. Brian still stood there confused and bored, as he didn't find this funny at all. He looked annoyed, but they didn't seem to care at all. "Do you say this to all the girls you pick up at one of your gigs, or should I feel special?", she raised her eyebrow, waiting, patiently, for his answer.

"Don't flatter yourself, love. I'm just good with my words. I've made your heart melt, didn't I?", he asked, but it wasn't a question, because he already knew the answer and he knew that she would never give it to him.

"If that would help you sleep at night then okay, blondie", she winked.

"You can call me Roger you know, not those ridiciolus nicknames you have." , he said and she nodded. He stood up starting to walk past het but for the second he stopped. "And I'm gonna call you Petal, that sounds cute. Right Petal?", he smirked at creative nickname he gave her.

"Why Petal? Most people call me by my name, or my usual nickname, Izzy", she said facing him with confused look on her face.

"Well that's a bit boring, don't you think? Mine is much more creative", he put his hand on his hip, letting her know how proud he is for making that up and she laughed.

"Yeah, okay. Whatever, blondie. ", she shrugged and he laughed.

"See you soon Petal", he just left and she watched him go until he disappeared behind the door that led to a parking lot, Brian disappearing with him as well.

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[golddaggers]

Cariño

pairings: dylan o’brien x reader.

warnings: SMUUUUUUT, haha. fingering, oral sex (male receiving), spanking, rough sex. dylan’s scruff rubbing on your neck picture. totally NSFW. And if you’re under 18, psht, don’t tell your parents. haha :)

a/n: been listening to reggaetón lento and I was like, well, I NEED to write something with that plot. I really hope y’all like it. also, this goes as a huge happy birthday to my babe Dyl.

word count: 3.140

A loud upbeat song was throbbing from the audio boxes stuck on each corner of the nightclub’s ceiling when Dylan arrived, wearing a loose pair of jeans and a tight plaid buttoned shirt, showing off his grown muscles underneath. He wanted to look his best tonight, for it was the first time the brown haired boy was going out single after a five year long relationship and nothing could go wrong on his plan of chasing down the hottest piece of ass he could find at the latino club Tyler suggested him. It was a reckless night he deserved. Better yet, he needed. 

To warm things up, O'Brien began slamming four shots of tequila, grinning teasingly at the gorgeous bartender who, clearly, knew who he was and wasn’t shaming off from displaying her huge breasts through the generous cleavage. But, before he could make a move on the blonde girl, another one squeezed herself between him and some other dude, struggling just to get a drink for herself. His honey coloured eyes sparkled when he caught a sight of  her bare legs; She had a short black dress on, hugging tightly her curves, the skirt breezing as she moved. Dylan could swear he almost lost a breath when he spotted the rift on her dress going all the way to her belly button. Yes, no doubt he had found the one he was looking for when he left his place.

The man was so lost on his thoughts he didn’t notice the same breathtaking girl he had eyed coming into his direction until he felt a body collapsing against him, spilling a little bit of drink on his shirt. Upon seeing who was, he tensed up, licking his lips and scrunching his brows together.

“Perdóname!” A melodic voice spoke, hitting on his every weak spot.

“I don't… Uh.”

“Oh, alright, I said I’m sorry.” The pretty woman sighed, her accent still ringing in his ears. “I didn’t mean to hit you.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

A small silenced floated over them and she cleared her throat, trying, obviously, to escape from the situation that she got into.

“Well, I should get going.”

“Hey, what’s your name?” He quizzed, eyes eager and hungry. “Just in case.”

“It’s Y/N. Yours?”

“Dylan.”

“Well, nice to meet you,” She winked, her fingers brushing his chest lightly. “Cariño.”

He had lied.

Dylan spoke fluent Spanish and he even lived a couple of months in Mexico a while back to learn some traits to play a character. Either way, the major problem was the man found himself stuck within a spell, her spell; he watched her swing her hips to the music, her breasts bouncing to the tune and the gown showing too much of her skin for him to be okay. Obviously, another thing hadn’t left his mind: the way she had said that word… It wasn’t dirty or anything, but, fuck, it was hot. He wanted to hear her moaning it over and over.

Finally, O'Brien decided he wasn’t going to sit around any more, so he gulped down his drink and stood up, moving quickly to where the girl was. What he didn’t know was that she hadn’t stopped thinking about him too throughout the whole night, gazing at him from afar whilst doing her best to get him coming to her direction. Acting as sexy as she could. It proved hopeless so far, which made her head back to her booth, opting to sip on a cool beer, totally unaware that her goals had been archived.

The brown haired man touched her shoulder gently, his warm hand making the girl shudder, slightly startled. She looked back and couldn’t be more astounded to see him waiting behind her. He had a sinful smile etched to his face, his fingers scratching his scruff, causing her core to twitch. They didn’t speak for a short period, too overwhelmed by the extensive gaze they exchanged. It was like a hook pulled them together; a kind of chemistry rare to see.

“Want to dance?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

She felt her skin burn when his long fingers grabbed each side of the girl’s hips, getting them locked on his. The beat had changed to something slower, therefore, Y/N simply laced her arms around his neck, relaxing her figure to let him guide her throughout the dance floor. His pelvis continuously reaching hers, driving her to close her eyes and throw her head back, pushing herself against him in sync with the song. Dylan swivelled his dance partner, his palm hovering over her stomach. The man felt his lips go dry. Wiggling, she broke free from his grasp, shooting him a nasty smile before diving back to his embrace.

Once within his hug again, she perceived his touch descending, getting too close to her butt cheeks. A sigh left her lips alongside a low grunt, a wetness beginning to pool on her panties. Y/N never thought a man could get under her skin like that, so fast, so intense, but it was good. Hell, it was the best feeling in the world. That sexy guy made her feel alive, pure adrenaline rushing excitedly through her veins.

The tip of his nose nudged her cheekbone, his alcohol scented breath intoxicating the girl while she grasped a lock of his hair, pulling it as their bodies swung to the steamy rhythm. They were drowned in one another, causing the room’s temperature to rise; for them, at least, the place was burning up to a hundred degrees. But it wasn’t bad. Not all.

In a stealthy movement, Dylan’s hand got under the girl’s thigh, getting her to bend backwards, her cleavage displaying a lot more to him than before, eliciting a low growl from his chest. She smiled tauntingly, hooking her leg even further around his waist, rising her torso until it met his, her face standing an inch away from his. She licked her bottom lip, watching as he did the same; A fire blasting between them.

The song was almost over, still, they were definitely not ready to split just yet. If both of them wanted to be honest, neither wanted to do more than rub their bodies against one another. Feel their warmness. She was almost going out of her mind with his beard itching on her sensitive skin and he, well, it was getting pretty obvious that he was enjoying her figure glued to his. Especially her cute tush.

“Damn…” He muttered when she grinded against him once more, his bulge throbbing. “Tu me vuelves loco, cariño...”

“I thought you couldn’t speak Spanish, cariño.” Y/N whispered, a strangled moan leaving her mouth due to his swift action of spinning her, his lips wrapping themselves on her neck soon after. “Fuck…”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know, babe.”

“Why don’t you show me, then?”

Those words imbued Dylan with the courage he needed to take her to somewhere more private, which turned out to be the closest restroom. In the course, their minds were filled with the thoughts that the things were going down fast, but, nonetheless, it also felt so goddamned right neither him or her could prevent it, nor they wanted to, for the matter. As soon as they got inside a the tiny place, the brown haired man slammed the girl up against a cold wall, earning a gentle whine from her, who, by the way, didn’t wait to thread her fingers on his messy hair, surrendering to one of the best kisses she had ever tasted. It was a mix of vodka, beer and whiskey. A drunk, rough kiss.

His hands wandered throughout every inch of her legs, stopping at the curve of her ass, giving it a strong squeeze and helping her to wound herself around his waist, deepening the contact. Once set, she could feel his length hitting a sensitive spot each time he rubbed himself on her, making her buckle forward instinctively. Their gasps mingled together.

O'Brien poked her collarbone with his upturned nose, his tongue licking the skin as he went down, towards the valley of her breasts, which were at his free will to whatever he pleased with them. The boy pushed her dress’ down her shoulders, allowing her boobs to bounce bare in front of him; another growled curse left his lips whilst he leant in to finally get a taste of them, swirling at one of the already hardened nipple. Y/N snuck a hand under his shirt, digging her nails deep into his back, moaning and noticing her core pulsating like crazy.

Slithering from her waistline to the girl’s other breast, the honey coloured eyed man cupped it and pinched it, causing the gorgeous woman in front of him to throw her head back, eyes sealed. Her breathing long lost, toes curling; she squirmed on his lap, trying to create some friction with the tent on his bottom half.

“Someone’s hurried, I see.” Dylan joked, hoarsely, pulling away to latch on her left boob. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll make you see lots of stars.”

He put Y/N back down to the ground, stole a swift peck from her lips then knelt before her, sneaking his head under the dress’ skirt. She gasped, wiggling a bit to the hot breath so close to her slit, even further when he pulled the laced panties to one side, calloused digits providing a much more intense friction. The woman squealed, tightening the grip on his shoulders and never breaking the eye contact they established, his whiskey coloured ones hard, filled with lust. Eating her alive. Fuck, that man was hot, she thought, exhaling loudly.

His fore and middle finger slided up her slick entrance, pumping in and out rapidly, contributing directly to the knot on her lower belly. Y/N felt like, if he kept doing that, well, she would pop, and, damn, no one should so good at this. So skilful. It wasn’t fair. Not in the slightest.

“O-Oh…”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, I’ve been imagining you like that all night long.”

“Yeah?” A moaned question left her mouth and heavy breaths followed it. “Fuck, Dylan, you’re not, you know, supposed to, oh, fuck, I’m gonna’…”

Y/N broke down with a long yell, her whole body trembling to the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading in her blood; the woman clenched and sighed as her partner rode her out of her high using nothing but his magical fingers. Once it was all gone, she chuckled blissfully, licking her bottom lip and locking it between her teeth, glaring at the brown haired man teasingly.

He rose a brow, wiping his digits clean and humming to the taste, which made her huff, because this action made her blood heat up again. How dare he be so addictive?

“You taste so good…” His eyes closed, mouth still sucking at the stretchy liquid.

“Oh, well…” Y/N approached him, placing a mischievous finger inside his trousers’ waistband, pulling him closer to her. “What do you say I pay you back?”

“I think it’s a great idea, I bet your mouth feels just as good as it is beautiful.”

She didn’t bother to reply, busying herself with getting rid of his pants instead. Then, as soon as his bottom pieces of clothing were pooling on his ankles, the girl wrapped her hand on his hard length, slowly stroking it, observing him hiss under her touch. Dylan cupped her cheeks, mumbling disjointed words while she kept masturbating him, at leisure, noticing his pulsation against her palm.

After a while, she decided that merely wankering him off wasn’t going to cut it for her, the voluptuous woman needed more than that, so Y/N got down on her knees and, without a second thought, glided her tongue on his tip, swirling around it, tasting the salty flavour of the pre-cum leaking from his slit while her palm met his balls, massaging it, which ripped a throaty groan from his lips.

The brown haired man grabbed a fistful of her hair, thrusting on her mouth. Often she would get a bit uncomfortable with the lack of control, but with him? Oh, what the hell. The only thing that ran across her thoughts was that his swollen head fit perfectly with the end of her throat. A hum slipped from her, causing him to intensify the grip around her hair, pulling it a little rougher.

“Oh, fuck…” He muttered in a hoarse tone, face distorted in pleasure.

Y/N detached her mouth from his cock, descending her tongue to lick a stripe of skin on the underside of it, feeling the throbbing of a prominent vein against her. Dylan could swear that he was in heaven; no one had ever touched him like that. And the better part was that she wasn’t doing out of some sort of “responsibility", like his ex did, the woman did it because she wanted to do it. Also, the gleam on her face denoted it wasn’t bad or disgusting; Y/N was actually enjoying the action.

Her lips wrapped again around him, the warmness fulfilling him as she sucked hard, almost as if the girl was trying to force his cum out of him.

“Babe, if you keep going, there won’t be much left for, you know…”

She pulled it out with pop, a string of saliva connecting them still. Groaning at the scene, he briskly placed his hands on each side of her waist, getting her back on her feet; then, in a sharp movement, O’Brien pinned Y/N against the sink, exchanging a deep, meaningful glance with her through the huge mirror in front of them. She directed him a naughty smile, chewing her bottom lip, just waiting for him to make a move.

The man moved away to get rid of his shirt, revealing to her a beautiful happy trail all the way down to his bouncy, pretty dick. She gasped, gripping tightly to the marble surface, because it was too much hotness in one single person for her handle. Heck, Dylan proved himself better than all the hot latinos she hooked up previously.

After getting completely naked and protecting himself, incredibly quickly, with a condom, the brown haired boy approached her and unzipped the black dress the girl was wearing, permitting her breasts to be on display from him. Smacking her ass, he lined himself with her entrance.

“Ready?” Dylan whispered, kissing the crook of her neck and giving it a gentle bite.

“Oh, yes, I want to know if your cock fits just as good in my pussy as it does in my mouth.”

“You’re such a dirty, dirty girl.” His hot breath blew on her already tepid skin as he pushed inside of her in a sharp thrust. They both moaned to the intimate contact; it was lot better than their imaginations had fantasised. “So…?”

“Definitely better.”

The honey coloured eyed man chuckled while starting to move within her, slamming mercilessly his hips against hers, who, instinctively, pushed them backwards, her ass hitting his pelvis with a clapping sound.

Wanting to provide the best experience to her, Dylan’s right hand found its way to her soft nub, rubbing eight figures on it and earning himself a pair of heavy breaths alongside a few clenches of her slick walls around his cock. His left one squeezed her hip, so strongly it would probably leave a mark once the adrenaline rush was over.

Their sweaty bodies grinded, both wanting nothing but their sweet release. Luckily for them, the party was going at its fullest outside, the cheerful music embalming the moaning mess couple; otherwise, people would have heard the girl’s loud whimpers. Y/N rested her head carelessly on his shoulder, squeezing her breasts and squirming underneath his lingering touch. It was all so overwhelming she felt like cumming a hundred times.

“Come on, let’s switch positions, because I want to see the gleam on your eyes when you cum to me.” The boy hushedly said, pulling away and swivelling her. She complained, but agreed without questioning to hop on his lap, her butt being pressed firmly against his hands whilst she wounded her legs around his waist. Dylan placed her on the sink’s top, grabbing the back of her thighs and pounding into her even faster than before. “You look so fucking beautiful!”

She was so weak that all she did was dig her nails into his back, screaming each time his cock hit on a sweet spot inside her pussy. Her mind not even able to concentrate properly on the moment; droplets of sweat went down her back and the girl noticed her orgasm was dangerously close.

“J-Just like, fuck.” Y/N sputtered, heaving. “I’m gonna’…”

His length went deep into her, the boy slapping her breasts and ass a couple of time, sanity long lost. If this wasn’t the best fuck he had ever had, well, he couldn’t quite place it which was.

Y/N’s digits stranded on his hair, pulling him into a heated kiss, their alcoholic tastes mixing together. She couldn’t wait any time longer, so all it took for the girl to break down was another set of hard thrusts; then she yelled, back arching and legs shaking, goosebumps spreading through her sensitive skin fast. His name fell from her lips repeatedly as Dylan kept banging her into oblivion.

A while later, he came too, latching his warm mouth on her turgid nipple, growling on it, his movements getting sloppier, riding them out their highs. Yet, it took a few moments for their breathing to go back to normal, their frames still jittering to the waves of pleasure.

They hugged, laughing blissfully and kissing again, this time at a much more passionate, slow stride. Just a simple, fond action.

“This was fun.” He stated, stroking her back. “Don’t you think?”

“I’m still twitching.” Y/N joked, muffling a giggle on his pale chest. “And numb. Ask me that later.”

“Oh, poor girl.”

“Shut up.”

Smiling, Dylan helped her hop off the sink and, after it, the partners got themselves dressed, mentally thanking the universe that no one had decided to pee in the minutes they had been in there. Once ready, they stared at each other for a minute; just savouring that particular moment.

“Will you give me your number?”

“Of course, Dylan.” Y/N winked, grabbing his iPhone and typing her number in the adequate place. “Looking forward for you to give me a call, cariño.”

Swaying her hips, the woman left the restroom, leaving Dylan completely astounded. A minute later, he shook his head, looking down to her contact, which the naughty girl had saved as “cariño”, and realised that he couldn’t wait to be with her again.

Opinions?

[notaboutmeeee]

Thoughts on episode 4 while I watch

Spoilers, so beware

OK, so 5 years since lois saw Lucy? I didn't really know the time frame of the Lucy story in the past episodes but I guess the boys and Clark have met her

Uh hmm don't know how I like Lucy.. Hmm maybe I'll like present her?

But yea vulnerable/lost Lucy falling under the spell of a cultist.. OK sounds like an understandable development even if sad

Oh shit this cultist leader saying "ascending"?! About a suicide?! Biiittccchhh

Oohhh I want lois taking down this ally cult leader;GO LOIS GO

cult= hive mind?anyone else think that too or just me getting these vibes?

Biz (that's what I call Bizarro superman) has fire breath? Cool!

Hm what's up with the necklace? Why the hate bro? (jk, it probably has sth to do with however the other villains brought him here or so)

Oh damn that iron suit looks broken oof

JH and Clark being buddy buddies is still sorta weird to me since he was so hellbent on killing Clark in s1 haha

Oh no, lanas competitor in the mayor race digging up durt on lana and her daughter, probably the therapy (was it self harm? ) from s1

Damn those poor cups Clark keeps dropping/breaking lol

Hmm is biz gonna ask Clark for help in destroying the necklace? Probs not

What is up with the necklace?!

It's sucking in Clark? Nooooo

JH to the rescue (again) yay

Did the necklace suck in some of Clark's superpowers or his essence/energy? It looked like sun stuff, that bubble that formed around them? No idea

Aww chrissy is such a smart cookie and good reporter, love to see it, well she told us so I guess not see

Oh so Jon hasn't told his parents about the xkrypto drug... Hm so it gives people 1 specific superman power? Jon tell your parents! This is sth dangerous they should know about! Arghhh

JH and his science mumbo jumbo ex-machina tech stuff

We don't mention 'andeson' in this house JH!! Though his team of super teens are alright

How did those teens not see the clearly visible ice on the floor?? Oh you dumb ass Jordan, getting caught on tape with your powers? Is there any brain in these twins? How did none of the smarts from either of their parents transfer over

Oh poor Mr Lane getting interrupted in his retirement.. While golfing.. What hobby will be interrupted next hmm?

Oh we love Mr Lane/general lane!

Chrissy going undercover? Oh wow, I mean I want her to succeed, but I feel like sth bad will happen and she'll get caught/found out

Inverse society? Is there a connection to Bizarro?

Clark you can't seriously trust Anderson not to do it himself with his team, right?

Oh Jon is taking the drug now? He does know he might not get strength?!

What power did he get? Speed? I can't tell

Guess he got lucky and got strength? Is Natalie gonna notice sth is up?

Is this a trap with lucy?

Aw crap is chrissy getting sucked in now too;you're stronger than this cmon girl;oh shit nvm, allys got you found out

It is a trap!! Right?

Right!

Other self? The other universe? So ally has sth to do with Bizarro right?!

Wait but how should Lucy and lois' chat paint lois in a negative light?? I don't get that. I mean lois was protecting Lucy?

This rift between lois and chrissy also feels forced? Idk

Go Sarah! What a boss

Ohhh jon got super sight! I don't know how I missed that lol, it was so clear

Clark is so optimistic and full of advice to balance out lois with her drama plots, which is nice but also please give him his own stories and plots

Argh I knew it Anderson that asshole

Oop biz is gonna kick their butt's yikes

It was nice knowing yall (especially tag)

"superman of America" oh fuck you anderson

Oh tag took the necklace.. Wonder what Anderson will discover

Oh shit no, JH is injured; why is he always going into these fights with a broken and low on battery suit??!! my dude stop risking your life to save Clark, you're not indestructible, you can die and you have a daughter! My dude!

No way, they can't kill JH.. Whyyy? I just-

Ah shit mayor is so dirty and gross, ugh politicians

Aww poor Sam Lane, can't do his retirement, now he's training jordan

Don't you dare drink kyle

What the fuck where you doing at the bar Kyle.. Aside from drinking.. With the bartender lady?? Kyle?? There better not have been an affair.. Especially not one that lana doesn't know about

This whole 'truth' talk this episode is confusing me

Yup so chrissy is joining the cult.. Argh man, sometimes I hate being right/predicting sth without being serious about it when predicting it

Uhmm what if chrissy is faking it to really infiltrate the hive/cult? I mean I doubt it but it would be a nice thought?

Thoughts on ep 5 based on the trailer

Is the whole ally/shadow self/other dimension/Bizarro thing another mislead from the writers?

Is Jon going to take the xkrypto and 'fight' with Jordan to really prepare him? Will he tell Mr Lane about the drug? How long will none of the adults know about the drug going around among local teens (maybe even in other cities/worldwide)

Ah the funeral for the 2 super teens, obvi not Clark's fault since he told Anderson not to send them after bizz since he knew that had no chance

Oh a party? Sarah's quince?

Thoughts on Superman and Lois season 2 episode 2 (sort of while I'm watching it)

Aww lois trying so hard to get Natalie to talk with her/like her, hopefully she listens to John Henry's advice to just be herself

Ugh this show is making me feel slightly bad for Sarah.. Tho at the same time I'm like "dude just give her some space and wait for her to come to you when she's ready to talk about whatever is going on with her"

What is your secret saraaaahhhh

Natalie and Sarah? Yes more of that!

Lana is for sure gonna end up running for mayor herself right? I knew she was gonna enter the city politics back in s1 lol

The lights on the creature/person in a suit that is in the mines are sorta throwing me off a bit, can't figure out who its supposed to be hmm

Jon wants to be more buff/man's man to get a better position in football/fit in with the guys or sth?... I do not care

Aww Jordan protecting his dad

Also how are Tals powers back? Did the energy/power sucking thing from s1 not work? How did no machine/security thing at the dod notice his powers being back, aren't they hightech? Confusion...

Is it lois' mom or sister who was invved in the cult.. Hmm I think Lucy.. Either way interesting...(further in the episode and ahh Lucy was the source)

Tag!! Ahhh;maybe I'll join team sulerkids/superschool (this does not include Anderson)

Poor Clark with his visions, headaches and being smacked around by villains loki/hulk style hahaha

So smoking the exkryptonite gives you temporary powers? But does it only give temporary strength /aka only one power?

A little flashback moment of alt!lois.. Will we see another flashback moment of evil superman (pls pls pls)

The bro bro mom drama with dupes tal and their mom is meh, so much drama, don't really care much about it tho I thiiink

Is tal gonna join team superman (like John Henry did in s1)? And try and be good to win his mom's love/approval or sth?

Is the cult leader gonna be one of the many villains this season?

Ahhhhhh I knew it! But also YES supportive Kyle! Yes! I love ittttt! Aww two great minds (Kyle and lana) thinking alike

Wtf is the point of Sarah's secret? I'm sorry? So she's straight (it was just a camp thing; which ugh, coulda been some bi rep, sigh) but also felt guilty about kissing a girl/her friend but also wasn't sure about telling Jordan about it? This makes no sense..

I'm confused why only Clark is having this telekinesis connection with whatever/whoever is in the mines and not the other 2 kryptonian aswell.. Hmm

'sth came through' so there's a portal in the mines?? Came through from where? Another planet or universe?

Who even knows who she's talking to, I'm not gonna try and guess yet lol

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92 thruths

Thank you @adsuro  💗  @gloomybow1  💗 @hiimcaroline  💗 @yukizus 💗 for tagging me ♥♥♥ It was really fun reading yours! 😚😆 (i’ve done some of it on last saturday so not all of the answers are recent but whatever!) 

1. Drink: Tea

2. Phone Call: Mom

3. Text: “UJ means everything..“ to my precious roommate ♥

4. Song you listened to: Yesterday at night I listened to indie radio on Spotify and I don’t really know what was the song name

5. Time you cried: Yesterday (that’s fine I cry a lot)

HAVE YOU EVER…

6. Dated someone twice: Nope

7. Been cheated on: No

8. Kissed someone and regretted it: No

9. Lost someone special: Yes

10. Been depressed: Once a month at least but it’s not real depression I guess

11. Gotten drunk and threw up: Never, I really watch my limits

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: (Thank you for three!)

Turquoise Light blue Mint

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

15. Made new friends: Yesss! That is nice :)

16. Fallen out of love: No? what

17. Laughed until you cried: I love this! Of course!

18. Found out someone was talking about you: I don’t know. Maybe?

19. Met someone who changed you: Everybody has at least tiny impact but I haven't met anybody who changed me completely

20. Found out who your true friends are: Some of them but still not everybody

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nope

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in really life?: All of them, I don't have strangers

23. Do you have any pets: Oh boy.. Oficially? One lab. Secretly four doggos and one cat

24. Do you want to change your name?: I used to but now I don't care

25. What did you do for your last birthday?: Ohh I met with my lovely high school friends and we spent it together just like almost every year

26. What time did you wake up?: 9:00 am

27: What were you doing at midnight last night: I was watching exo videos with my sis haha

28. Name something you cannot wait for: Holidays, more sunny days, meeting friends (some of you from here :<) and maybe some kind of breakthrough

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: last sunday 

30. What is one thing you wish you can change about your life: PAST

31. What are you listening to right now:  Nothing. Silence is beautiful

32. Have you talked to a person named Tom: Is there anybody who haven't?

 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: people 

 34. Most visited website: tumblr, youtube and twitter.com/bts_twt huehue 

 35. Elementary: Done 

 36: High School: Done 

 37: College: in progress 

 38. Hair color: some kind of blonde

 39. Long or short hair: i like myself with short but everybody says that long is better 

 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Crush? I'm out of my mind because of HIM. What did he do to me.. 

 41. What do you like about yourself: Lipz 

 42. Piercings: Yes 

 43. Blood type: 0+ 

 44. Nickname: Fal, Falbalka, Saki, Kusia, loser 

 45. Relationship Status: sole of Min Yoongi's shoe 

 46. Zodiac sign: Libra 

 47. Pronouns:  what

 48. Favorite tv show: Gravity Falls 

 49. Tattoos: I don’t mind. I don't have any but maybe in the future 

 50. Right or left hand: Right 

 FIRST… 

 51. Surgery: No 

 52. Piercing: Only ears 

 53. Word: Misery (i'm sorry it came up in my mind first) 

 54. Sport: ice-skating ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 

 55. Vacation: This year? Probably UK and some adventures with @hiimcaroline where we're gonna destroy ourselves and our wallets ♡ 

56. Pair of trainers: Addidas 

 RECENTLY… 

 57. Eating: Chocolate! 

 58. Drinking: Tea 

 59. I’m about to: Meet with my friend 

 60. Listening to: nothing 

 61. Waiting for: Being more independent from other people 

 62. Want: To be understood.. 

 DO YOU WANT TO… 

 63. Get married: Why not :>

64. Have a career and if so what: I don't 

 WHICH IS BETTER… 

65. Hugs or kisses: Kisses? But hugs are something 

66. Lips or eyes: Somebody's eyes, my lips 

67. Shorter or taller: I don't mind either 

68. Older or younger: Same, it doesn't matter 

69. Spontaneous or romantic:  Spontaneous 

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Erm dunno, maybe arms? But I don't pay attention to such things 

71. Sensitive or loud: s e n s i t i v e please 

72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship 

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant 

HAVE YOU EVER… 

 74. Kissed a stranger: No 

 75. Drank hard liquor: Obviously 

 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: SO. MANY. TIMES. 

 77. Turned someone down: Is there anybody who didn't? 

 78. Sex on first date: Yuck, no 

 79. Broken someone’s heart: Nope 

 80. Had your heart broken: Had I? Only Min Yoongi breaks my heart 

 81. Been arrested: No 

 82. Cried when someone died: Yes 

 83. Fallen for a friend: No (only for @adsuro 😝) 

  DO YOU BELIEVE… 

 84. In Yourself: Sometimes :) 

 85. Miracles: Yes 

 86. Love at first sight: Nah I don't think so BUT I wish it's possible 

 87. Santa Claus: What are you talking about he's real 

 88. Kiss on the first date: No (But if it'd be Min Yoongi...) 

 89. Angels: Yes 

 OTHER… 

 90. Current best friend: that’s undercover ♥ 

 91. Eye color: Grayish blue 

 92. Favorite movie: Jurassic Park, Pirates of the Caribbean and ghibli movies

If anyone reads it and wants to do this tag please feel free! And tag me so I could know you better (i really want to know more people here :)