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fanfictionismyaddiction · 2 months ago

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Charmed in Monte Carlo

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: During a solo vacation to Monaco, Y/n's evening at the Monte Carlo Casino takes an unexpected turn when a mysterious flirtation leads to a charming and playful encounter

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Y/n had been planning this solo trip to Monaco for years. No one had ever been available to join her, but this time, she wasn’t going to let that stop her. She booked the trip, packed her suitcase with the finest summer outfits, and hopped on a plane to the luxurious city she had long dreamed of.

When she arrived, the bright Mediterranean sun greeted her, casting a golden hue over the pristine streets and sparkling water. Y/n immediately felt at peace, like she’d made the right decision to come here on her own. The first few days passed in a blissful blur of exploration. She strolled through Monaco's elegant boulevards, shopped at chic boutiques, dined in gourmet restaurants, and sat at sun-soaked cafés, content to people-watch as life unfolded around her.

Each café stop became its own little adventure. She sipped espresso in Le Café de Paris while tourists flocked to the nearby casino, and at a quieter spot near Port Hercules, she watched as yachts sailed in, glittering against the sapphire waters. She couldn’t help but imagine the lives of the people who owned them—what their stories were, how they spent their days. There was something about Monaco, the intersection of old-world charm and modern luxury, that felt intoxicating.

On her fourth evening in Monaco, she decided to visit the famous Monte Carlo Casino, the ultimate symbol of the city’s elegance and charm. This was the part of the trip she had been most excited about. She wanted to experience the casino’s history, glamour, and its opulence firsthand, even if she wasn’t much of a gambler.

Dressed in a sleek, fitted black dress with a plunging neckline that showed off just enough to be intriguing, she felt a surge of confidence. She paired it with strappy heels and a bold red lip, knowing she looked good but not caring if anyone else noticed. This trip was for her, after all.

The casino’s entrance was grand, with an air of exclusivity, but Y/n walked in as if she belonged there. Inside, the crystal chandeliers sparkled like diamonds, and the floor was abuzz with the sound of laughter, the clatter of chips, and the whirl of roulette wheels. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat for a moment, taking in the sight of it all. The grandeur was even more overwhelming than she had imagined.

Not wanting to jump straight into the gaming tables, she headed to the bar and ordered a cocktail—a French 75 to match the elegance of the night. She found a spot by the side, leaning against a pillar, the perfect vantage point to indulge in her favorite pastime: people-watching. From her spot, she observed glamorous couples dressed to the nines, elegant women draped in couture, and men in sharp tuxedos throwing around bets like they were nothing. It was fascinating.

"Looks like someone’s lost in thought," a smooth, amused voice said from behind her, startling her slightly. She didn’t turn around, deciding to play along.

"Is it that obvious?" she replied, taking another sip of her drink, a slight smile tugging at her lips.

"Only because you’re doing that classic lean against the pillar, drink in hand, gazing out like you’re in a Bond film," the voice continued, warm and teasing. "All you’re missing is a tuxedoed guy with a bad poker hand."

Y/n chuckled, keeping her gaze fixed ahead. "Are you volunteering for the role?"

There was a brief pause, then the man behind her laughed, the sound rich and genuine. "Not unless you’re looking for someone to dramatically lose all his money at blackjack. Though, I’m better company than most Bond villains."

"Confident, aren’t we?" she mused, entertained by his playful banter but still not turning to face him.

"Confidence is key, or so they say," he responded smoothly. "Besides, I couldn’t help but notice you standing here, looking like you belong in a movie yourself."

Y/n raised her glass to her lips, hiding her smile. Whoever this was, he was good—too good. The kind of flirtation that felt practiced but was enjoyable nonetheless. "A movie, huh? Does that mean you’re the mysterious stranger who makes me an offer I can’t refuse?"

"Something like that," the voice agreed, now sounding closer, almost as if he’d shifted behind her. "Though, I’d settle for a laugh and your company over a drink."

"Well, you’ve managed to get me to laugh already," Y/n replied, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with her drink. She glanced sideways but still didn’t turn around, enjoying the anonymity of their conversation.

"I’d call that a win," he said, clearly smiling now. "Do I get a bonus if I keep you laughing?"

"Maybe," she teased. "But it depends on how good you are at keeping the mystery alive."

"Oh, I’m very good at keeping secrets," he said, his tone dropping playfully. "But I’ll let you in on one: I’m not usually this charming. I’m just trying to impress the most captivating person in the room."

Y/n snorted softly. "You’re laying it on thick now."

"Hey, if it works, I won’t apologize."

They went back and forth like that, the conversation flowing so naturally it felt like they’d known each other for ages. Y/n was curious but also didn’t want to break the spell by turning around. Whoever he was, he was making her laugh, and she liked the mystery of it all.

Eventually, though, her curiosity got the better of her. After yet another playful jab from the man behind her, she finally turned around, ready to face the charming stranger.

Her breath hitched when she saw who it was.

"Lando Norris?" she blurted, her eyes widening in disbelief.

The British Formula 1 driver stood there, leaning casually against the bar, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. "In the flesh," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You weren’t expecting me, were you?"

Y/n stared for a second, still processing the fact that one of the most famous young drivers in the world had been flirting with her for the past ten minutes. "I… definitely wasn’t," she admitted, her surprise morphing into laughter.

"Well, I’m glad I could provide some shock value," Lando teased, clearly enjoying her reaction. "But if it helps, I was enjoying being the mysterious guy behind you. You know, no fame, no racing cars—just a guy in a casino."

She shook her head, still smiling. "And here I thought I was just talking to some regular guy trying his hand at flirting."

Lando’s grin widened. "Oh, I am definitely trying my hand at flirting. Famous or not, that part’s all me."

Y/n laughed again, this time more relaxed. "Well, you’re doing a pretty good job. I’ll give you that."

"Only pretty good?" Lando raised his eyebrows in mock offense. "I was hoping for at least 'very good.'"

"Let’s just say the jury’s still out," she teased back, feeling a lightness in the air between them.

Lando tilted his head, considering her words. "Alright, fair enough. But how about I buy you another drink, and we’ll see if I can sway the jury in my favor?"

Y/n smirked, raising her glass. "You’ve got yourself a deal, Mr. Norris."

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vexwerewolf · 1 year ago

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Showrooms of LANCER Manufacturers

IPS-N

IPS-N showrooms are what you'd get if you slammed a truck dealership, a hardware store, a camping gear shop and a sports bar together in the Bass Pro Shops Pyramid. We're talking row upon row of shelves stocked with the most precision-engineered engine parts you can print on one side of the floor, and on the other, durable, hard-wearing survival gear. Camping stoves you can run off of your mech's coldcore, sleeping bags that'll survive a HEX charge, automatic camo cloth, the works.

Right down the middle, you've got the mech floor. They've got the Tortuga. They've got the Blackbeard. They've got the Drake. They've got the Lancaster and the Kidd. They've got the Vlad (they put a chain-link fence covered in DO NOT TOUCH signs around that one after the infamous CFO's 10-year-old Incident). They've even got the Raleigh, kinda tucked away a little bit behind the water feature, but it's there!

Everything on the shop floor is ruggedized to the point that you could take a mech's fist to it without leaving a dent - and they sometimes do that to demonstrate the engineering quality. There's a giant screen hanging from the ceiling displaying constant advertising for the mechs and IPS-N in general, usually striding purposefully through idyllic Diasporan wilderness or doing hard, honest work like starship loading or construction. There's a mixtape of the most famous bro-country hits playing 24/7.

Smith-Shimano Corpro

In a word: bespoke. Everything in this place is custom. Each and every desk is individually built according to the height of the salesperson who sits behind it, and manages to be a unique art piece without disrupting the overarching aesthetic of the showroom. Whenever there's a change of staff on the sales floor, they rearrange every single desk so that they're still in ascending order.

All of the salespeople are inhumanly pretty, by the way. This atelier has its own fully-staffed makeup and wardrobe team. You're part of a work of art when you work for SSC. Everything and everyone gleams. Even the most chic visitors might feel underdressed in the midst of all this splendour.

The mechs aren't just there to be sold, they're there to be part of the experience. You might see a Monarch holding up the ceiling like the titan Atlas himself. A Mourning Cloak might be posed provocatively like a nude statue. That Swallowtail - is it in a slightly different position every time you see it, or is that just its camouflage decals? How does it always manage to be just inside your line of sight, even when you're looking somewhere else?

They have a catwalk, like you'd see at a fashion show, but it's sized for mechs. If they really think you might make a purchase, they'll queue up the entire performance for you, and you'll get to see a Viceroy strut.

The mix tape for this showroom is a seamless mixture of complex jazz, psychedelic ambient and classical piano music. It's sophisticated and mysterious.

Harrison Armory

Imagine if America could be a showroom. Harrison Armory mech outlets are part dealership, part museum. Every mech is in its own diorama, depicting some heroic event in the Armory's glorious history. A phalanx of Sherman Mk. Is holds the line against some Diasporan slaver-tyrant's army. A Saladin fends off Karrakin hordes during the Interest War. The Genghis Mk. II? Oh, that diorama isn't open right now, it had to be closed for *coughcoughcough* and *coughcoughcough* but let's move on shall we heh heh

Everyone who works here has been in the Colonial Legion at some point, and knows every specification of the mechs they sell off by heart without even looking at their slate. If possible, the Armory tries to employ people who have actual combat experience with the mechs they're selling; people who can speak to the efficacy of their technology first-hand. It's one of the many programs which the Armory has open for retired veterans; it's easy work for decent pay, good benefits and it looks great on your Social.

The music here is a constant loop of patriotic Armory anthems. If you've ever heard the music from Starship Troopers, or the Outbreak of War from Star Ocean, you'll know what I'm talking about.

HORUS

Being a decentralized omninet collective with no official branding or even consistent manufacturing standards, it should come as no surprise that HORUS has no showrooms.

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honeytonedhottie · 4 months ago

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HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE july edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the july catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

in this addition i've experimented with new sections (like the horoscope section) so i hope that u guys look forward to it and if u have any more suggestions for the magazine feel free to share and without further ado, lets get into it with some beauty talk…💬🎀

BEAUTY SHOPPING LIST ;

♡ kiko milano lipgloss

♡ L.A girl glitter spray

♡ cotton candy baby lipgloss from victorias secret

i've gone for more tubes of cotton candy baby because its just SUCH a good lipgloss but i recently lost mine and its been on my list to get next time i go to the mall…💬🎀

♡ crispy marshmallow bars body wash from philosophy

ugh just the NAME of this soap sounds absolutely delicious and im dying to try it out. im a big fan of the philosophy body washes anyways because of the quality and scents…💬🎀

♡ coconut craze lipgloss from victorias secret

♡ pink mimosa lipgloss from victorias secret

another thing that i wanted to talk about in this months beauty column is the DIFFERENCE that blush placement makes. so i was scrolling on pinterest when i came across this chart that talked about blush placement.

when you apply blush a certain way it balances out ur beautiful features and plays around with proportions in such a way that can make ur features more prominent. also the way that u apply ur blush totally changes the way that ur makeup looks.

for example when u apply blush to the apples of ur cheeks it gives a more youthful and glowy effect. when u put blush high on ur cheekbones it gives a more lifted and sculpted look which is where the blush chart comes in. depending on ur face shape u can determine which style of blush placement complements ur pretty face the best 💗

WHAT R WE LISTENING TO? ;

the most listened to album i've listened to all month has been butterfly by mariah carey. it was released in 1997 and every single song on that album is a total MASTER PIECE. some of my favorites include

♡ honey (DUH)

♡ babydoll

however that album is from 1997 so lets talk about some new music that i LOVED that also dropped this month…💬🎀

♡ brat- charli xcx

♡ muse - jimin

another album that has been gathering lots of attention on lots of social media platforms is ice spice's Y2K album and i've seen a lot of mixed reviews about it. personally im not a fan of the album, my favorite song on the album is did it first but im not a fan of the album as a whole. im curious though to hear what your thoughts on the album are…💬🎀

FASHION FLOPS VS FASHION BOPS ;

in this column, lets look at some old and new fashion trends and see which trends are flops and which ones are bops. my sources include vogue, and glamour magazine…💬🎀

according to vogue, statement gowns are OUT and discreet chics are IN. discreet chic is mixing basics in minimalist yet compelling ways. this includes things like trench coats, pencil skirts, trouser suits and good jeans.

according to glamour magazine, crisp whites and butter yellows are trending this summer. along with sequins and basics like denim pants and white t-shirts, polished kitten heels and mary jane flats also. the styles that are trending for this summer are boho 3.0 and little white dresses.

something i can DEF get behind is little white dresses. its like a blank canvas on which u can make the outfit into whatever you want. personally i would style a tiny white dress with chunky bracelets and wedges/kitten heels…💬🎀

LETS TALK MANIFESTATION ;

manifestation techniques are overrated - all you have to do to manifest is affirm -> persist. thats essentially all you have to do and when i first started i was so caught up in techniques and routines that i wasn't even affirming/persisting. i was doing anything and everything and i saw manifestation as a process and manifestation is NOT a process. when i shifted that and realized that manifesting is instant and all techniques are for funsies, the pressure was taken off.

this is an excerpt from my manifestation opinions post and i've released this poll to talk about what manifestation topic you guys would like me to talk about and the winner was saturation so lets talk about it. so what does it mean to saturate? i got this question a while ago in my inbox so im just gonna copy and paste my response.

saturating is simply soaking ur mind in the fact that u already have what u want. i do this with affirming, some people do other things to saturate but affirming is the most simple for me. just think as if u have it over and over and over again…💬🎀

you can saturate for hours at a time or a little bit everyday it doesnt rly matter its just thinking over and over again. i saturate while listening to music, playing video games, doing mundane tasks etc. all i do is think my affirmations and thats all! if theres something specific that u guys are curious about with saturation lemme know in the comments but its super simple bcuz MANIFESTING is super simple.

JENNIE KIM STYLE DISSECTION ;

jennie kim is a fashion ICON. i swear every photo that i see of her, her outfit, hair, face, everything is absolutely perfect. jennie's style is very posh and feminine. and a rly great example of this would be her look below. i love how she color coordinated her hair accessories to her outfit and the black and pink is so ICONIC cuz she was a black pink member.

shes rocking her trademark chanel in the form of a waist chain and everything just goes together beautifully. jennie knows how to mix posh and hyper femininity in her outfits super well and we can see that in her next outfit…💬🎀

THE CHANEL CHAIN AHHH IM OBSESSED. in the next outfit shes rocking a red two piece with buttons that just add that very chic and posh look. her chanel chain is such a statement piece and her matching chanel purse, shes literally chanels princess atp.

WHATS MY HOROSCOPE (JULY 22-29) ;

♡ its leo season and leo season is all about TIMING. you will receive ur answer very soon, listen to ur intuition and notice how everything is coming together for you. while you’re shining in the moment, remember to think about the future when mercury enters virgo and your value zone on thursday. you’ll want to go over details with a fine-tooth comb, so take your time making decisions. don’t rush into anything!

♡ for aries the next four weeks are ideal for enjoying entertainment, starting hobbies, and expressing yourself. indulge in the pleasures that summer has to offer without burning your life down.however, while you enjoy the rest of your summer, consider getting your life in order when mercury enters virgo and your productivity zone on thursday. the retrograde will be here shortly, aries, so take this time to get your ducks in a row.

♡ for taurus, start the week by practicing self-care when the sun enters leo and your home zone on monday. the next few weeks could be a little hectic, so try to spend as much time as you can with your loved ones. be generous with your time by hosting family dinners and small parties.despite the upcoming retrograde, you’ll still have plenty of opportunities for some fun when mercury enters virgo and your creativity zone on thursday. this is a great time to busy yourself with creative projects, flirt with people, and entertain yourself with concerts and movies. have fun!

♡ for gemini, you’ll have a flair for the dramatic over the next few weeks once the sun enters leo and your communication zone on monday. everything you do and say will be bold and vibrant. your social calendar will be full of summer activities, so enjoy yourself without getting exhausted.get ready to become the family problem solver when mercury enters virgo and your home zone on thursday. it seems like everyone is coming to you to fix their lives before the retrograde, so this is a great time to focus on domestic issues. remember to set boundaries so any family drama doesn’t bring you down, gemini.

♡ for cancer, as your season comes to an end, your mind will be on your financial security when the sun enters leo and your value zone on monday. however, if you want any luxury in your life, you’re going to have to work for it. this is a great time to start side hustles and invest in things that matter to you. say what you mean and mean what you say when mercury enters virgo and your communication zone on thursday. this transit gives you the ability to cut through the chaos and get to the truth of any issue.

♡ for virgo, spend the rest of your summer break away from the madding crowd when the sun enters leo and your privacy zone on monday. over the next few weeks, you might feel the need to retreat from the world and focus on yourself. give yourself a mental and emotional cleanse before your season begins. your communication skills get a major boost this week when mercury enters your sign on thursday. while this is a brief reunion before the retrograde, this is a great time for new beginnings and getting your point across. speak with confidence, virgo.

♡ for libra, you’ll be feeling like a social butterfly over the next few weeks once the sun enters leo and your friendship zone on monday. this is a great time to hit the summer parties and make some connections. you could even meet your new besties. have fun! however, you might feel the need to retreat into yourself when mercury enters virgo and your subconscious zone on thursday. perfectionism could lead to your undoing as you come to terms with what’s working and not working in your life. focus on how to fix these areas without overcorrecting, libra. analyze your dreams to find clarity.

♡ for scorpio, despite being in the heart of summer, you’re more focused on building a reputation and making a name for yourself when the sun enters leo and your public image zone on monday. over the next four weeks, go after your ambitions and stand out from the crowd to get noticed by the right people. you’ll be especially interested in your personal aspirations when mercury enters virgo and your humanitarian zone on thursday. you have some big dreams, so lay the groundwork to get them going. make a wish, scorpio. it might come true.

♡ for sagittarius, start the week on an adventurous note when the sun enters leo and your expansion zone on monday. the next few weeks will give you opportunities to expand your horizons, for better or worse. this is a great time to travel or interact with people from different walks of life. as we get into the heat of summer, start thinking about your future when mercury enters virgo and your career zone on thursday. this is a great time to think about your professional goals and how you can get ahead in the workplace. think smarter and harder, sagittarius.

♡ for capricorn, the start of the week brings changes to your life when the sun enters leo and your transformation zone on monday. you might feel like a phoenix over the next few weeks as you sit with the ashes of your former life. while the sun shines a light on everything that is hidden, you’ll need to decide what to let go of, capricorn. class is in session when mercury enters virgo and your expansion zone on thursday, especially since this transit will give you plenty of lessons to learn, for better or worse. this is a great time to expand your mental horizons through education. it could change your life.

♡ for aquarius, “me” turns into “we” over the next few weeks when the sun enters leo and your partnership zone on monday. this is more than just a summer fling; it’s the real thing, so lock it down now. however, make sure to balance your time together and apart or it could cause some drama. read between the lines and you can uncover hidden meanings when mercury enters virgo and your intuition zone on thursday. trust your gut, aquarius, because it can guide you through the hidden motives others might have for you. be careful, and don’t make any big decisions before the retrograde.

♡ for pisces, even in the heat of summer, you’ll still have plenty of work to do when the sun enters leo and your productivity zone on monday. work on taking care of yourself through self-improvement. what do you want to get better at, pisces? try it out now. the rest of the summer could be intense, so make sure you have a buddy to help you through when mercury enters virgo and your partnership zone on thursday. this is a great time to end all conflict and work on agreements before the retrograde hits. compromise is key, if you’re willing to work at it.

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cherryredlove · 4 months ago

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☆ pluck my strings ☆

Modern!au Goth! Aemond Targaryen x reader SMUT

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Recently you've decided to pick up a new hobby, and you've always fancied learning the bass guitar. After picking up the basics on a shitty one you find in a charity shop, you bite the bullet and buy a gorgeous sleek black bass from facebook market. Hopefully the guy you buy from isn't a creep.

Word Count: 2.2k

Themes: smuuut, 18+, rough p in v, dacryphilia, creampie, alcohol consumption, lots of fluff tho!

Reader is implied to be vaguely (the extent is up to u ofc) punk with nipple piercings - drawn from personal experience ;)

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The stale coffee aroma clung to the corners of your favourite neighbourhood café as you scrolled through FB Marketplace, halfheartedly browsing for a bass guitar that wouldn’t cost you an arm and a leg. After learning the basics on the cheap, battered bass you found at a charity shop last month, you finally decided it was time for an upgrade. FB was usually full of shit you lamented internally, sipping a hot mocha in Celtigar Coffee.

Amid the endless sea of overpriced instruments, you stumbled upon a sleek black bass with a gloss finish that caught your eye immediately. You smiled, smitten, at the sight of a black cat next to the bass. The listing promised it had “good vibes and great sound,” and judging by the photos, it looked like it had been well cared for. Alas, the cat wasn't for sale. You clicked on the seller’s profile, and your interest piqued even more.

Aemond Targaryen was his name. His profile picture revealed a strikingly handsome young man, heavily tattooed, with one icy-blue eye that seemed to stare right through the screen and a black leather eyepatch covering the other eye. He was effortlessly cool and goth: black leather jacket, piercings, and a smirk that screamed confidence. Against your better judgment (curse your friend Dyana for scaring you with stranger danger), you shot him a message expressing interest in the bass. Within minutes, he replied.

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You took a deep breath as you stood outside Aemond’s apartment complex, the cash for the bass tucked safely in your wallet. The building was impressive: old brick, with ivy climbing up its sides, slightly crumbly but in a chic antique way. Your heart thrummed with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. You’d always heard horror stories about buying things off the internet, but you needed a sick bass, and Aemond seemed cool enough. You tried to dissuade the lick of warmth you felt inside when you glanced at his picture again.

After a short elevator ride and a quick knock, the door swung open, revealing Aemond in the flesh. He was even more striking in person, his silver hair contrasting sharply against his black jeans and t-shirt. Traditional style tattoos snaked down his arms, disappearing beneath the sleeves of his shirt. You swallowed thickly at his heavily muscled arms that flexed as he held the door.

“You must be (Y/N),” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “Come on in.”

The apartment was exactly what you’d expect from someone like Aemond. Dark and moody, with walls adorned in gothic artwork and grungy band posters. A state-of-the-art sound system took up one corner, and an impressive collection of vinyl records lined a bookshelf.

“Wow, this place is... awesome,” you said, trying to play it cool as you looked around.

“Thanks. I like to keep things interesting,” Aemond replied with a small grin. “The bass is over here.”

He led you to a stand where the sleek black bass rested next to three more basses and guitars. Up close, it was even more beautiful than in the pictures. You ran your fingers along its neck, feeling the smoothness of the wood. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and you could already imagine the kind of sound it would produce.

“Go ahead, give it a try,” Aemond encouraged, handing you a cable to plug into the amp nearby.

You slung the strap over your shoulder, letting the bass rest against your body. As you played a few notes, the room filled with a deep, rich sound that resonated perfectly. It felt right—like this bass was meant for you. You grinned at Aemond who clapped lightly.

“You’ve got a good ear,” Aemond said, watching you play. “Most people can’t appreciate quality like this.”

“Thanks,” you replied, feeling a rush of satisfaction at his compliment. “I’ll take it.”

You were interrupted by a loud meow. Looking down, a black cat with big moon-like eyes was staring up at you, nose twitching.

"This is Vhagar," Aemond scooped up the kitty and gave her a head kiss. Vhagar meowed approvingly. You reached out to give her a pet and she purred. Aemond seemed extremely pleased at Vhagar's apparent approval of you.

Distracted by the fluffy cutie, you handed over the cash once Aemond had put Vhagar down, and Aemond carefully counted it before nodding. As you packed the bass into its case, he surprised you with a question.

“So, what are your plans for tonight?” he asked, casually leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on you. You noticed he swallowed hard after he asked.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh, not much. Why?”

“There’s this club, The Dragon Pit. It’s got a decent alternative scene. Thought you might want to check it out.” You flushed at the surprise. You'd heard of The Dragon Pit. It was pretty legendary in King's Landing.

The offer was unexpected, but there was something undeniably intriguing about him. You’d come here for a bass and found yourself tempted by the idea of a night out with a stranger who seemed anything but ordinary.

“Alright, sure,” you agreed, trying to hide your excitement. “I could use a good night out.”

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The Dragon Pit was everything Aemond had promised and more. A former warehouse turned music venue, it thrummed with energy as local bands played their hearts out on stage. The crowd was a mix of goths, punks, and metalheads, each in their element, dancing and drinking heavily.

Aemond had secured a prime spot near the stage, and you found yourself getting lost in the music with him. The bassline pulsed through the air, vibrating deep in your chest. It was easy to lose yourself in the rhythm, the heavy riffs drowning out any lingering doubts you’d had earlier. You both sang along and danced together, grasping each others hands and laughing breathlessly, buzzed from several bottles of Asshai beer.

“I didn’t peg you for a punk, thought you'd be a pure goth,” you said, leaning closer to Aemond so he could hear you over the music.

He shrugged, his eyes glinting mischievously. “I’m full of surprises.”

As the night wore on, drinks flowed freely, and the initial awkwardness from his flat between you dissolved into easy conversation and laughter. Aemond’s charm was magnetic, his wit sharp and engaging. You learned that he was a musician himself, dabbling in various instruments and playing in a band called Valyrian Steel with his brothers, sister and their friend that occasionally headlined at the club.

As the band played its final song, the adrenaline of the night combined with the alcohol in your system left you feeling bold. You caught Aemond’s gaze, the charged atmosphere between you undeniable. He leaned in, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You melted into his manly hands that held your cheeks.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Your heart raced at the implication, but you didn’t hesitate. “Yeah, let’s go.

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Back at Aemond’s apartment, the air was thick and heavy. Your heart thrummed harder than the music you'd been listening to. The door barely closed behind you before you found yourself against it, Aemond’s lips crashing onto yours. His kiss was electric, filled with urgency and passion, as if he’d been waiting all night to do this.

You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his hair as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer, leaving no space between you.

Your pussy ignited at his deepened kiss, feeling his hands massage your ass and pull you closer to him. You gasped as he cocked his muscled thigh between your legs, pressing against your tender pussy. You rocked yourself onto him, sparks electrifying your sex.

“Bedroom?” you whispered between kisses, your voice barely more than a breathless plea.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with want. “This way.”

He led you down a dimly lit hallway to his bedroom, where candles flickered, casting soft shadows across the walls. The bed was invitingly unmade, the sheets black, of course, as if it had been waiting for this moment.

Aemond’s touch was gentle yet insistent as he guided you to the bed, his fingers deftly removing your shirt and jeans before he captured your lips again. You reciprocated, helping him out of his jacket and shirt, revealing more of the intricate tattoos that covered his body. He'd kicked off his boots long ago, and stood naked before you, appreciating your nearly nude form with eager hands.

You traced your fingers over the ink. He shivered under your touch, a soft groan escaping him as he pressed against you, guiding you back onto the bed.

He snapped your lacy red bra off at the back. You thanked the Gods you'd worn nice underwear today. His eyebrows raised high at the sight of your pierced nipples, cute little silver bars through them.

"Aren't you full of surprises, little slut," his voice was dark and warm. You gasped at the name, flushing, pussy slick. He flicked his tongue over your perked tits, grinding his hardened cock against your thigh.

You reached down to grasp him, earning a strangled type of whimper from Aemond. He bit down hard on your neck as you tugged him, using his precum to lube up your hand.

"Gods, Aemond, touch me, please!" You begged breathlessly. He laughed richly, pulling down your panties, and lowered his head to your delicious heat.

Your eyes rolled back to your head as his firm and pointed tongue lapped up your juices, sucking insistently on your needy clit. He rutted his hips against the bed, neck flushing as his arousal became uncontrollable. You were lost in the pleasure, wound up from hours of dancing and eye-fucking Aemond. Tears welled up in your eyes as how brutally good it felt to have Aemond between your legs, eating your pussy like it was his last meal. He moaned darkly at the sight of your wet eyes, newfound vigour making you lurch up into sitting and clench your thighs around his skull.

"Aemond! Oh!" You cried out, feeling a hot orgasm blossom inside. The warm fire licked your pussy, legs shaking and Aemond gently supped your cream as you came down from the high.

The orgasm did nothing to abate your lust for him. Your pussy felt painfully empty, and you stared at his long, thick cock as he nudged your pussy lips open.

"Ready, my girl?" He asked, breathless. You nodded, eyes wide, throwing your head back as he thrusted in, stretching you as your mouth fell open in a soundless moan.

Aemond was relentless, pounding you hard and fast, deeply reaching the sweetest spot inside your pussy. He swiped your tears of pleasure away, grinning through pants, and hoisted your legs up over his shoulders.

You drooled over his toned abs and pecs, scratching your nails into his muscles as he kneaded your tits leisurely. His hips snapped up in the most perfect way. Leaning a hand down, he rubbed your clit urgently.

"I'm on birth control!" You gasped out, suddenly remembering. Aemond's eye was fired up, throwing his head back and grinning down at you.

"Oh, my girl, I'm going to fill you up, make you feel so good. No other cock can make this little tight pussy feel so good." He rasped. You nodded, whimpering, feeling that unstoppable heat crawl up in your pussy again.

Mewling desperately and digging your nails into his arms, you orgasmed hard on his cock, squirting over his balls and feeling weightless as the pleasure took over your body. Aemond moaned at how you squeezed him, cumming hard and filling your pussy up with ropes of hot, thick cum. Your pussy felt thoroughly fucked and stuffed full of cream. He collapsed on top of you.

You both lay panting for what felt like forever.

Aemond gingerly got up to clean the pair of you, then nestled back under the cover, clutching you tightly in his thick arms.

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As dawn crept through the windows, you found yourself rested against him, your head lying on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The realization that you’d spent the night with a pretty much stranger didn’t feel as daunting as you’d expected. Instead, it felt oddly comforting.

“You know,” Aemond murmured, breaking the comfortable silence, “I had a really good time last night.”

You smiled against his skin, feeling a sense of contentment you hadn’t anticipated. “Guess we’re a good match then.”

He chuckled softly, his fingers trailing lazily along your arm. “I’d say so," he looked into your eyes. "Want to grab breakfast with me?

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AN: if you've read my other hotd modern aus, can u see the world building I'm doing? lol if u like the sound of valyrian steel, then i might have a treat for you soon 🍒 ofc send any feedback and requests and check my masterlist for more xx

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Ten Leaves [ Spa & Rental ] ♥ The Sims 4: Build // CC

Welcome to Ten Leaves Spa where your sims can forget all their cares and worries once they step foot into this nature oasis . Ten Leaves Spa is unique as it offers a one of a kind indoor/outdoor experience. This Spa also offers treatments and activities inspired by nature. Your Sims can maneuver around different areas of the lot by walking under tall trees using elevated pathways.

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Programming includes, a manicure/pedicure area, a massage room, onsen baths, a small bar, and a yoga room. Sims can also rent Ten Leaves Spa's private and beautiful Guest room perfect for couples and friends who wants to get away from the city.

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Lot Name: Ten Leaves Spa Lot type: Spa and Rental Lot size: 50x50 Location: Granite Falls Granite Falls [if you want to place this lot in Granite falls and set it as a Spa lot, I recommend downloading Zerbu's Venue Changes Mod]

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sitp-recs · 2 months ago

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Part II: table for two

Following my list featuring the sea (now with a lil banner cause I’m getting in the reccing zone again baby!!!!), I thought I’d make this a series called “fic as a sensory delight” and continue the trend with good old Drarry domesticity walking hand in hand with some food porn appreciation. Who knew that Drarry living their best life while enjoying tasty treats could be so personal? These fics feel like a comfort meal when life gets too crazy and provide a delicious sensory experience. From cottagecore to road trips, found family, case fic, established relationship and even kinky delights - this list has a bit of everything and features food as a main character either bringing Drarry together, healing past traumas, helping them connect with their heritage or simply playing as a love language. I hope these fics bring you as much comfort, joy and healing as they brought me. Happy weekend!

🥘 Breakfast by @moonflower-rose (E, 3k)

Breakfast is Harry's favorite part of the day.

🥘 Market Saturdays by @sorrybutblog (M, 3k)

In which Harry is an accidental part-time cheesemonger, Draco is an organic farmer and they fall in love. Not an AU.

🥘 Salt and Sauce by onbeinganangel (T, 3k)

Sure, of course he knows how you take your tea. But does he know your chippy order?

🥘 Cupboard Love by @shealwaysreads (G, 4k)

Harry’s life, and love, in food.

🥘 Don't Bite the Hand That Feeds You by InnerLilith (E, 11k)

In which Harry takes Draco out for Eritrean food, and Draco has a severe obsession with Harry’s hands. Smut ensues.

🥘 Harry Potter and the Showstopper of Doom by @doubleappled (M, 11k)

In which Harry’s an amateur baker, Draco wants him to go on the Great British Bake-Off, Petunia never misses an episode, Sue is a witch, Paul Hollywood is Paul Hollywood, and everyone eats a lot — like a whole lot — of baked goods.

🥘 Poppiholla by @moonflower-rose (M, 13k)

Harry had accepted that he would pine silently for Malfoy forever, but one, humid summer might change that.

🥘 Connecting Lines, Connecting Crimes by @sleepstxtic (M, 15k)

“Hello, Harry,” Draco said. He was wearing a black turtleneck under a long grey overcoat, and he was already flushed with sweat. His hair was tied into a knot; it was longer than I remembered. He was older than I remembered. There were lines around his eyes, and I wondered if they were from laughing or frowning. “Hello,” I managed. “You must be with the British Ministry?’ He nodded. I thought I might faint.

🥘 Bridges by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 16k)

Harry and Draco are on a trip to Budapest to help with Kingsley's re-election, but that's the boring bit. More interesting: Harry Potter is changing his Tinder preferences to include men. Also interesting: Harry's spending more time with Draco Malfoy than he ever has, wandering around the city. And Harry doesn't hate it. The city's pretty gorgeous too.

🥘 Sourdough by @academicdisasterfic (M, 17k)

Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

🥘 Preserving Lemons by @saintgarbanzo, @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 17k)

Harry is cooking food he couldn't care less about; Draco is making art he couldn't care more about. A story about kebabs, miniskirts and the way preservation can transform a lemon.

🥘 Passion Cake by @icmezzo (T, 19k)

It’s all about desire. (Harry orders a magically enhanced cake from a chic London bakery, and from there it all goes to hell in a cake tin. Also, will someone please tell Harry what Passion Cake is?)

🥘 Knead by laughingd0g (E, 83k)

This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy's lean arms.

🥘 Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104k)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

🥘 Make This Leap by @oflights (M, 118k)

Harry owns a struggling restaurant which is running out of money, and his Head Chef has just handed in notice. He's at a bit of a loss as to what to do until Narcissa Malfoy presents an obvious solution: bring in Draco Malfoy as Chef and part owner. Harry does.

#fic as a sensory delight #part 2 #drarry & food #fic recs

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candylandphotos · 1 year ago

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Fashion accessories lifestyle model glam trendy girls photo shopping friends fun spree

"Chic Adventures: Trendy Girls Embark on a Fun Shopping Spree for Fashion Accessories with Friends"

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mermaladesims · 3 months ago

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Timeless Denim Revolution Part 1

Hey there, lovely followers!

We are thrilled to introduce our brand new collection, Timeless Denim Revolution, crafted with love by Busra-tr, Mermalade, and Daph's! 🎉

This collection features a total of 10 unique pieces, with 6 of them being different denim designs that are sure to become wardrobe staples. Each piece is carefully designed to bring out the timeless elegance and versatility of denim, making sure you can stay stylish and comfortable at the same time.

Timeless Denim Revolution is a two-part collection, and today, we are excited to release the first part just for you! The first part of the collection includes a minimalist polo shirt paired with an asymmetric denim skirt, a little black dress with a stylish denim jacket, and a loose denim dress with a chic belt detail. In this collection, we are offering you both package files and blend files to enhance your experience. Rediscover your style with our new collection and add a touch of denim sophistication to your wardrobe! 🔥

These stunning pieces are now available! Visit our pages to explore the first part of the collection and find your favorites.

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daphsmods · 3 months ago

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Timeless Denim Revolution Part 1

Hey there, lovely followers!

We are thrilled to introduce our brand new collection, Timeless Denim Revolution, crafted with love by Busra-tr, Mermalade, and Daph's! 🎉

These stunning pieces are now available! Visit our pages to explore the first part of the collection and find your favorites.

PART 1 LOOKS

Compatible with HQ mod Works with all of skins Custom Thumbnail 10 colors New Mesh All Lods All Maps Teen to Elder For; Female

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ruminiscence · 11 months ago

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Paris: A Year Abroad in a short film

Audio: "Burnt Norton" by Lana Del Rey, a rendition of the original poem "Burnt Norton" by T.S. Eliot.

Where do I even start? Paris has wholly shaped me in ways I never imagined. We refer to Paris as the city of love, but I'm now more inclined to call it the city of art - which only leaves more room for love in your heart. There is so much to contemplate and appreciate in frequenting the vast array of art museums here - from the Louvre, Musée d’Orsay, Musée de l’Orangerie, the Centre Georges Pompidou, and many more. Not only has my perspective on art expanded, but so has my worldview. That’s because art is truly everywhere in this city; art can be found in the walkable streets amidst the rich architecture, the fashionable outfits seen in daily life, and even the exquisite decor in stores and when you cheekily peek into Parisian appartments!

There's always something new to discover in Paris, I'm almost saddened at the thought of the things I've yet to discover or missed. The treasures to unveil in Paris move far beyond the typical tourist hotspots we all know and love. I am obsessed with Parisian boutiques; they are chic and unique (that unintentionally rhymed) in the best way possible. One of my favourites is La Tonkinoise à Paris, located in the 11th arrondissement. This particular arrondissmenet is the best in Paris to be honest, it holds a special place in my heart as I had the wonderful opportunity of living there, so perhaps you can say that I am somewhat biased. Still, I can confidently say that this animated, hip and creative neighbourhood is one everyone should have the chance to explore.

La Tonkinoise à Paris, owned by the lovely Chantal, is my favourite hidden gem in Paris. I had the pleasure of befriending Chantal as I ended up frequenting her store one too many times; I've garnered quite a collection over time. This boutique offers a wide range of eccentric and sustainable jewellery, with her earring creations being the show stoppers, in my opinion. Her jewellery is composed of rings, pearls, brooches, charms, and watches, all unearthed in flea markets and recycled. I love that every piece of jewellery indeed is a unique piece. The decor changes based on the season and theme of her new collections, making it an ever-changing and exciting shopping experience. This is honestly the best jewellery store I have ever been to in my life! I wish the pictures I took could do the jewellery and the boutique's decor justice, but it simply won't, I'm afraid.

Now, onto food, I genuinely need to figure out where to start here. My favourite authentic French restaurant would have to be 'Le Potager du Père Thierry', located in Montmartre. Although it's incredibly small, I love the cosy vibe; I feel like I can enjoy delicious food with friends without feeling surrounded by strangers. Surprisingly, it's also very quiet (yet packed) - I guess the food is just too distracting.

As of late, my favourite non-french restaurant has to be 'Big Black Cook' (let's ignore how inappropriate that pun is, though funny). It's located in the 2nd arrondissement and serves Caribbean food, my friend claims that it was the best meat she's had!

For brunch, I recommend Café Méricourt in the 11th arrondissement. Their green Eggs & Feta are absolutely incredible and quite innovative as far as brunch places go.

As for a boulangerie - seriously, anywhere, literally anywhere in Paris, go to your nearest bakery; there need not be a big fuss - you're in for a scrumptious baked treat regardless!

I'm ever so grateful for the chance to have lived in Paris for an extended period; you cannot appreciate Paris in its entire splendour from a mere short-term visit. The city is an actual work of art; art is everywhere in the city, from the street performers and musicians, the light filters through the trees, the city's many architecturally rich bridges, the picturesque cafés and boulangeries, the beautifully presented food, the way that the city's many different neighbourhoods each have their own distinct character and vibe. In Paris, art is everywhere.

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thispageisrendering · 1 year ago

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Autistic Safe Spaces

If you own a business or a restaurant that serves the public, as the issue gets talked about more, you might be wondering how you can better help the neurodivergent community. Some places try to give spaces where autistic people can go to get their needs fulfilled, so if that is of interest to you, I've compiled a list of things we really enjoy.... made by an actual neurodivergent person.

NOTE: This is list is made by an adult, for adults and teens. The needs of children are slightly different, though similar, and would surely require a different list. 1. Silence - A lot of places, including malls, restaurants, and crowded stores, are overwhelmingly loud. The brains of autistic people process stimuli differently, and we can't "tune out" sounds in the same way neurotypicals can. Silence can involve the (seemingly) obvious things, like turning down music or reducing the number of people in an area, but a lot of things are loud to the point of pain that you might not think of, including metal silverware on ceramic dishware, shopping carts, doors opening and closing, and shoes on floors. A good rule of thumb is to think about how you would feel in a space if you had a migraine. This is easier in some places than others, but accommodations such as plastic dishware, softer floors, and carts left outside can make a big difference. 2. Stillness - I call the visual category stillness and not "blankness" or "simpleness" because that is simply not what I mean. A space can still be quite beautiful while not being overstimulating. We do not want ugly things, and you can still use style and color theory and design principles, but we do want walls without too much signage or distracting detail, floors and carpets without tightly repeating patterns or too much contrast (stripes and small tiles both bug me), and a visual block from the rest of the world, where things are moving like crazy.

3. Style - Because autism is often seen as a disorder than affects children, style can often be overlooked when designing materials and spaces for autistic people (although this, I would argue, is silly; many brilliant artists are / were on the spectrum, and a child, especially an autistic child, can enjoy beauty as much or more than you), and if you have the chance, I plead to you-- remedy this. Autistic people can appreciate detail and wonder in a way that is not concurrent with anything neurotypical people do, and along with having "icks", things we find particularly distressing, we also experience "glimmers", moments of unbounded joy over (possibly) seemingly ordinary things. I feel glimmers when shown any well-executed style; I feel glimmers in office buildings and abandoned neighborhoods and driving by courthouses... any style that is significantly different from my own, and significantly committed to the bit, so to speak, is a wonder to me. If you have the money and the resources, give us beauty, give us a an area that contains classy chic lounge or a medieval tavern or a vast, well-made mural of hyperfixations you polled from your own customers... pay craftsmen to give you a 20th century train station or a heist or an illusion floor in one area that looks as if dwarves are mining for gold hundreds of feet below you. You do not need to overwhelm us with detail-- this area need not be unusually large, or contain live-action roleplaying employees, or be loud or bright or over-the-top-- but you should also take the project seriously, bring people who love what they do and will truly take this opportunity with joy and a keen eye for style. 4. Solitude - I am a high-masking individual, which means that when I am being watched, I cannot "safely" relax; if you appear distressed, people sometimes talk to you, and ask if you are okay, which is a nightmare for me. I strongly prefer small, quiet spaces where I can be alone, about the size of a bathroom cubicle (which is where I do go to decompress a lot), where I can be unobserved and alone. It is a wonderful feeling-- it doesn't need to be (and shouldn't) be a perfectly soundproof room, but just somewhere I can be myself for a minute.

5. Snacking - Being autistic is exhausting. We process 42% more information than you all, and it really takes it out of us. Lots of people on all ends of the neurodiversity spectrum people have trouble waiting long hours between meals, but when a lack of snacks could mean a meltdown... please just let us eat our own food. At a sit-down restaurant, waiting for the food and not being able to eat anything until it comes is unbearable, I just get so hungry and frustrated, while being overstimulated and masking the whole time, and on top of that, because I cannot eat gluten, dairy, or much sugar / refined carbs, the appetizers are usually unappetizing or off-limits for me, and the food on the menu itself just as bad. I don't actually get much sustenance from meals provided and / or eaten in public, and a bit of acceptance around eating a couple pecans while you wait for you meal goes a long way. This is also true in stores, especially in malls, where food sold is usually not of much value to me, but there aren't great places to sit down and eat something. And, as a side note, if you want to sell food that appeals to people with autism, think Plain, Cheap, and Childish-- I mean this with absolutely no disrespect to autistic people, but I would never in a million years eat a fancy sharp cheddar (it tastes awful and gives me a headache), but I love the shredded colby jack from Costco. We like simple mac 'n' cheese, chicken nuggets, plain noodles, hot dogs... if a fancy chef would think it wasn't real food, it probably tastes amazing to us.

In conclusion: I don't know why I alliterated this list; I just started doing it, and I liked it. Many autistic people love life and everything in it, we just can't take it in all at once. Give us beauty. Give us the silence and stillness to appreciate it. And, overwhelmingly... leave us alone :). We love our solitude.

I have just been chatting in this post (I'm sure there are spelling mistakes please ignore them lol), so feel free to add if you have more ideas, fellow neurodivergents. POST SCRIPT: If you are doing anything similar to this, please talk to autistic people before embarking on a journey like this, and take in a wide bank of opinions. Don't worry, we like to answer honest questions, and we talk quite a lot if you let us. We love you guys. You got this.

#autism #adhd #audhd #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #neurodivergence #autistic #actuallyautistic #adult autism #adult autistic #autism awareness #autism advocacy #autism adhd #accomodation

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kaiso-woo · 1 year ago

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To Live the Life of Bang Chan

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PART 13 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.

WC: 4.1k | Synopsis: Finally, the explanation for Chris experiencing the suic!des of Stays. After this chapter, there will be no further mention of it.

Notes: Angst (I actually cried), Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition.

PART 13

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

Carefully, you slot the book back into its spot with a small shake of your head. You’d been pacing this aisle for a little over 20 minutes, browsing the shelves from top to bottom. It’s harder than it seems, trying to pick out a book as a Christmas gift. You thought you had Ashley’s taste in books pretty down pat, but now that you were actually at your favourite book store, picking out a book for her was proving difficult.

You sighed and sat down on the floor, crossing your legs, taking a minute to scan the shelves, eyes flitting about, looking for a cover that stands out. In your peripheral vision, you spot some movement at the end of the aisle and tilt your head slightly towards it. After a quick glance however, you dismiss it as just another customer, and go back to browsing from the floor.

“Christmas shopping?” You flinch and swivel to look up at the very customer you had dismissed, towering over you. You offer her a small smile and take in her kindly features, takeaway coffee cup in her hand, a book clutched in the other.

“Yeah um- sorry am I in the way?” You mumble, shifting backwards slightly so she can get past. She smiles down at you and chuckles softly. With a swish of her long brown coat that trails down to her shoes, she joins you on the floor, taking a generous sip of her coffee.

You stare at the familiar cup, and wonder quietly if she had gotten it from your Café. You never know though, many Café’s use the same packaging. Maybe you should invest in branded takeaway cups. Your eyes scan her outfit, far too chic to be in a place like this, far too… business.

Other than her incredibly long cloak, she’s wearing a light brown turtle-neck sweater, tucked neatly into her loose black dress pants. The entire fit is finished off with a stylish belt of… silk perhaps, with a silver buckle, and her black shoes are slightly pointed and polished.

It takes you a second to realise you’ve been staring for a little long, and breathe a sigh of relief when you notice she’s busy searching the shelves like you were previously. Slowly, you turn back to do the same, fidgeting slightly at the strangely cosy atmosphere between the pair of you.

“Hm,” the woman hums, taking another sip of her drink, “Might I recommend something?” She turns towards you with a smile and holds up the book in her hands, shaking it slightly to catch your attention - “10 Ways to Turn Your Boyfriend into Your Husband”. You laugh, shaking your hands in front of you, “I’m married.”

Her smile only widens softly, and for a split second her expression is so similar to your husband’s soft smile that your eyebrows crease momentarily. “I wasn’t recommending it for you. I know you’re married.”

“Huh?” You stare at her, dumbfounded. “Your ring,” she chuckles, passing over the book. You take it from her instinctively, panicking as she forces it onto you.

“Oh. For a second I thought you were telepathic,” you chuckle drily, flipping the book in your hands to the blurb and briefly skimming it. “Unfortunately I’m not. Would’ve been a useful skill to have a while back though,” she sighs, staring sadly at her coffee.

“A while back? Why not now?” You question, mentally trying to figure out what to do with the book. Ashley wouldn’t read something like this… would she? Sure, she and Jeongin had been dating for a few years now, but did she really need a book like this? Might make for a good laugh though.

The girl hums quietly in thought, before she responds, “Would’ve been nice to know what was going on in his head.” You breathe out a sympathetic sigh and put the book into your lap, curiosity piqued.

“This was his favourite drink you know?” She continues, sipping from it slightly again. After a second, she straightens her posture and grins at you, “I do apologise. You didn’t come here to listen to a stranger in a bookstore ramble about their tragic backstory.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, twisting your entire body to face her, “I didn’t originally sure, but I’ll gladly listen now.” The corner of her mouth quirks slightly, eyes sparkling with something familiar, yet so foreign. Why does she seems so familiar?

“You’re so cute,” she states, before putting her drink down between her legs and leaning back on her hands. “What are you drinking then? What was his favourite drink?” You prompt, already assuming that this unknown man was a romantic partner.

“Ah…” she croaks, blinking at the drink she literally had just abandoned, “It’s… a caramel hot chocolate, with a dusting of cinnamon.”

Your heart stops in your chest momentarily. That’s Chris’ favourite. You make that for him all the time. “I got it from this Café not too far from here, it’s adorable honestly, such a creative nook.”

“Café Studio?” You press and when she nods, you dimly wonder whether you should tell her you own the place. “Anyways - long story short, my boyfriend died a few years ago.” “I- I am so sorry-” you manage, expecting something slightly different. A break up perhaps, not a death.

“Thank you, but it’s quite alright. There is no need to apologise for something you have no control over,” she seems to take the final sip of her drink then, shaking the cup slightly to check for any remainder. “May I ask… how?” You gulp, your curiosity getting the better of you. “Suicide,” she promptly states, and her smile is far too bright to be talking about this, “He jumped off a bridge and… drowned…”

Again, your heart stops. Your lips have gone exceptionally dry, breath lost somewhere in your throat. Well… doesn’t that strike awfully close to home? When she looks at you again, she’s got this expression in her eyes, one that throws you completely off and makes you recoil slightly. That sad, yet accepting gaze, relaxed as though she understands, and has complete control, over everything in her life.

“I don’t blame him really. He lived a rough life.” You shiver underneath her gaze, piercing your own a little uncomfortably, and your mouth opens and closes, at a loss for words.

“If there’s anyone to blame for it, it’d be me,” her voice is quiet as her eyes trail down to the book she had given you, “It just means I wasn’t enough to make him stay.”

All at once, you feel like you have a million things to say to her. This stranger. Her pain visible, but oddly numbed. She’s so familiar; a lost friend maybe, a person you knew in another life.

“Oh well. It is what it is, hey?” She laughs, idly toying with the coffee cup in her hands. “You shouldn’t- you know- it’s okay to grieve…” you frown, a little upset at her nonchalant attitude.

“Don’t worry, I did. I’m not heartless,” she chuckles, “But it was years ago. And… y’know, I’m trying to not burden myself with the loss of him.”

You nod in understanding, heart painfully throbbing as you wonder how you’d cope if Chris died. What if… you hadn’t saved him that time? “Like he always used to say… it’s better to just enjoy life,” she inhales sharply and turns back towards you, her smile lopsided, “Just enjoy.” (A/N: ...)

When you don’t respond, still at a complete loss for words, mind spinning, confused at everything, she stands up and holds out a hand. You hesitantly take it and she helps you stand graciously. “Hey, before you buy that book,” she nods at the one clutched in your hands, “Do me a favour and walk down to the end of this aisle, chuck a left and check out the books on display there?”

“Oh- oh yeah okay- sure?” You fumble, still holding onto her hand awkwardly. She flashes you a charming grin and turns to leave, but you cling to her hand a little tighter, “Can I get your number, actually?”

Her eyes widen and she contemplates you. Just as you’re trying to think of a reason why you’d like her number, she nods and asks for your phone. You watch as she adds her details to your contacts - Daniela Crane.

“You have a pretty name,” you mumble, taking your phone back. “Not as pretty as yours, I’m sure.” Then with a final smile and a little wave, she disappears from sight. You stand there for a minute, staring at her contact on your phone before you swivel around and follow her directions. Walk down to the end… head left and…

Immediately, your eyes land on a black book, its cover embossed with delicate trimmings of gold swirling into a vague impressionist image of a wolf. You hone in on it, snatching it from the shelf and blinking at the soft texture of the cover. It’s not fluff exactly, nor is it leather. You’re not sure what it is. There’s no title on the front, but when you open it to the first page, your brain goes blank.

To Live the Life of Bang Chan

What? Cautiously, you flick to a random page of the book, eyes skimming the journal entry-like writing until something sticks out. Heart leaping into your throat, you backtrack slightly.

I have known him for a long while, loved him for just as long - and yet why is it only now that I find out about this strange phenonmenon? This whole time I assumed his insomnia was due to his workaholic nature. I assumed his nightmares were due to his stress. I assumed those moments where he sprinted away and locked himself in his room was because he had suddenly an idea for a song. How stupid of me, how naive.

I can’t blame him, for not telling me. It’s in his nature to hide away his vulnerability. And besides, how would you even explain to someone that you had experienced death 100 times over? How would you explain that you suffered the suicides of the people part of your own fandom?

He only explained to me after I saw it happen. I watched him gag, and vomit and topple off the bed unconscious. Drug overdose.

You slam the book shut and march straight up the counter, putting both the books down to buy them. You came here hoping to buy one book for Ashley, and you were leaving with two, one which was recommended by Daniela… and the other… which was… also... had she meant for you to see this one?

The lady at the counter scans “10 Ways to Turn Your Boyfriend into Your Husband” and smiles at you, “Just $25 for that one dear.” “Oh- what about-” “This other one? I assumed that was yours. It’s not from our store, it won’t scan through.” “But I-”

She pushes both of the books back towards you, eyeing the strange black one carefully, “It’s alright lovely. Don’t worry about the other one. Consider it a Christmas gift.” After you pay for Ashley’s book, you whip out your phone and type out a message to Chris.

(A/N: When dialogue is in script format it’s meant to represent text messages)

You: Chris you won’t believe what I just found at the bookstore You: I don’t understand it’s insane You: It’s a book about you You: Not like a biography or anything You: it’s about your condition You: you know You: like how you experience the suicides of Stays? You: I’m so confused. It’s like a journal. But how?

When you get home, Chris still hasn’t replied to your messages. You figure out why when you peer into your bedroom - he’s asleep, head lolling to the side up against the headboard, headphones still snug around his ears, computer sliding off his lap slightly.

He stirs as you approach, apparently only half asleep, a soft smile melting onto his features as his eyes land on you. “Hey baby…” he yawns, removing his headphones and shutting his laptop, “How’d you go? You find something for Ashley?”

You toss Ashley’s book at him with a scoff, and he catches it, his smile breaking into a grin at the title. “Oh this is perfect. No honestly, you have no idea how perfect this is-” You bend down to remove your shoes, still clutching the second book tightly, and mutter, “Check your messages honey.”

He does as you say, and by the time you crawl onto the bed and settle between his legs, careful to move his headphones and computer out of the way, he’s frowning at the book in your hands.

“Is that a wolf?” He asks hesitantly, arms wrapping snugly around you, chin resting on your shoulder. “It is. And look at the title.”

Chris audibly exhales next to your ear, and you know his brain has gone blank, just as yours did. You thumb through the journal until you find that page you were on previously. It’s about a quarter way through, and the book itself is relatively thin.

You read that same part out loud, and you can feel Chris’ heart beat intensifying on your back. “That makes no sense-“ he breathes, “You’re the only one that knows- did you write this?”

You shake your head, “No of course not. I’ve never seen you die of drug overdose. I’ve only seen you drown.” “But that’s- it’s written about-” “I know, I’m just as confused.” “Keep reading,” he urges, lifting a hand to flip the page.

The next entry is at a much later date.

I don’t know what to do. It’s getting worse. It happens more frequently. No amount of research that I’ve done has helped. The only thing I can think of is to turn to the multiverse for answers, but that takes time - and I don’t have that. I can see him fading. He’s more distant. He came home today and said that his company had put him on temporary hiatus, to recuperate.

“The multiverse?” Chris mumbles, but this is hardly the most concerning information. “Okay so this isn’t you? You’ve never been put on hiatus.”

You read through page after page, skimming some parts that appear to just describe Chan’s worsening condition. There is one page that you struggle to read through, the writing fuelled with pain and emotions pouring out of the page.

You don’t realise that you’ve stopped reading out loud, and Chris nudges you slightly to let you know, “What is it?” “You died. Chan died.” “Like… actually?” He whispers, eyes trying to find the part that you got up to. You let him read it himself, heart crumbling as he retracts himself from you slightly to lean back on the headboard, his gaze distant. “Jumped off a bridge and drowned,” you mumble, turning to look at Chris slightly.

Isn’t this… exactly how Daniela’s boyfriend had died? Isn’t this exactly how Chris almost tried to kill himself?

You turn back to the book and flip to the next page. The entry for this one, is from only a few days ago. You begin to read through it on your own, Chris silent and lost in thought behind you. But your eyes begin to sting painfully as you read. When you sniffle slightly, Chris pulls himself back up to you, hugging you tightly, “Hey… hey what’s wrong, what did you read?” “Listen to this Chris…” “I’m listening-” he croaks out, hesitant, and you go back to read it out loud.

Ever since Chan died, I’ve taken it upon myself to figure out what his condition was, what it meant. I did as I said I would - I turned to the multiverse. As I write this, I am more knowledgeable than I was before, and I write this with one goal in mind. Soon, I’ll be able to travel through the multiverse, experimentally of course, and I hope to provide at least one alternate verse with the answers I never had.

My universe is considerably more advanced than many others I have researched. The concept of the multiverse is not foreign, it is widely known here, and consistently used in all fields of research. In your universe, I think the multiverse is merely an idea.

Throughout the past few years, I have studied the different verses, focused particularly on people who share the same condition as Chan did. He is not the only one to experience this, sometimes there are other individuals who have, but I was not interested in them. In almost every universe I scoured, the Chan’s, the Bang Chan’s, the Christopher’s, however he was referred to, shared the same condition.

There are of course, a few where he lives normally. I studied these verse’s where Bang Chan suffered, to figure out why ; why does it happen? It was the only question I needed answered. Initially, my conclusion was that for some reason, Chan experienced these deaths, and they would cease once he found her. Found his partner, loved her and was loved in return. A little bit like a soulmate trope I suppose, where his significant other is the antidote to his poison.

This is not the case. I realised this because, to put it frankly, my Chan’s condition only worsened. I thought for a while, had I not loved him? Had he not loved me? We both loved each other, cared for each other. I never once denied him my love. I recalled there being some universe’s where Chan’s significant other broke up with him, succumbed to the pressures of being in a relationship with him.

In many cases, Chan did not chase her. He let her go. In some, he fought for her, travelled the globe for her, because if he didn’t have her, his condition returned, much worse. This only seemed to support my previous hypothesis… but again… it didn’t make sense. Why then, did my Chan get worse? It wasn’t until I stumbled across your universe that things began to clear. I watched your relationship from the beginning.

Everyone’s timeline’s are slightly different. I’m thankful that you managed to save your… Chris, as you call him, before he chose to end it all. I watched your relationship blossom, pitied the both of you as you fought during your breakup, but the answer I had so desperately been searching for still evaded me. Even when you returned to him, continued to love him, Chris still had the occasional nightmare, didn’t he? So my question then is, when will it stop? Why does it exist?

I’ve watched the both of you for a while now, and as you read this, I think you’ll realise that Chris hasn’t had a nightmare, or experienced the suicides for a long while. A year or so maybe… have you Chris?

You pause at this, mind numb, turning to look at Chris, waiting for his answer. The journal is directly addressing both of you now, and you have no idea how, it’s a lot to process.

“I haven’t. I’d almost forgotten about it… to be honest,” Chris whispers, his expression blank. You take a deep breath and continue reading.

Every once in a while, there is a human who cares far too much for others, who loves with reckless abandon. Their heart is far too pure, too giving. They carry the weight of the many on their shoulders, and carry the burdens of those closest even more. They are a beacon of hope for the thousands, a role model, a leader, a happiness… and yet they do not love themselves.

I had been approaching this phenomenon the wrong way. It was never about his significant other. It was about Chan. It was about Chris. If he loved to the point where he was shouldering the world, protecting the many, this condition would develop. It’s the universe’ strange way of saying, “You want to live like this? Okay then… you can fully live this life, now you’re a severe empath linked to dying Stays.”

It was never about a significant other. It’s about Chris learning to love himself. Only once he loved himself, just as much as he loved others, would the condition stop. As an ENFJ-T myself, I realised that learning to love himself of his own volition would be a next to impossible task. Out of the hundred’s of universes that I scoured, only about 4 of them contained a Chris where his condition ceased thanks to him learning to love himself on his own.

In the others? He learns to love himself through the people around him. Sometimes it is a significant other. Sometimes it was Stray Kids. Chris’ condition no longer exists, in your universe, because he has learned to love himself, through you. He has learned to appreciate his flaws, his imperfections, through loving you. That is how you are the antidote. That is why my Chan worsened, and eventually killed himself for it. Although he loved and was loved, he did not learn to love himself in time. I wasn't enough, to make him stay.

You however. You are everything.

You have to put the book down at this point, and lean back into Chris, your body weight sagging completely into him. Chris only hugs you tighter, and with a startle you realise he’s quietly sobbing; his tears soaking into your shirt, the side of your cheek. You retract one of your hands from the book, adjusting your grip on it, so you can reach a hand up to stroke the side of Chris' face comfortingly, fingers toying with his hair.

Finally, you continue at a whisper, reading the last page amidst Chris’ crying.

I have my answer, and now I hope it helps you too. I know that my message will never reach the Bang Chan I wish I could say this to; he is out of my reach. I will say it here, nevertheless and hope your Chris understands my intention.

You fight, so hard. You work to your breaking point, testing your limits every second of the day. And you will never be satisfied with yourself. There is always room for improvement. In your life, I do not think you will ever sit back, and believe wholeheartedly that you are enough. You will more than likely always value the lives of those dearest to you, more than your own. You will wear your heart on your sleeve, believe it is your job to protect your family, your dream, your home, on your own. And I get it. I am like that too.

This was why my only wish to you, was that one day, you learn to love yourself. Whether this is through a significant other. Whether it’s through Stray Kids. Maybe your own kids. However you do it, I hope you learn to love yourself, because the weight of the world is heavy Chan, and you of all people deserve to love yourself, the way others love you.

I can continue with my life now, knowing that at least one Chan has fulfilled my wish, and that he will continue to do so in the future. - Dani

“Dani,” you breathe, and you flip to the last page, revealing a neatly penned name on the bottom edge of the book. Clearly the author: Daniela Crane.

“I met her- wait but she- she was the one- she was in the bookstore-“ You swivel in Chris’ grasp and press a tender kiss to his forehead, stroking his hair to help him ease his tears. When his breath steadies, you pull him into a strong hug and continue softly, “I met Dani… in the bookstore, I have her number, do you want to meet her?”

Chris heaves a shuddering gasp and nods into your chest. Careful to not remove yourself from his grasp, you fumble for your phone in your pocket and open up her contact.

You: Hey Dani! I never introduced myself earlier. My name’s Y/N. I met you in the bookstore. I read your… book. I was wondering if you’d like to meet up for a chat?

Not a second after you send the message, you receive one in return… but it’s the exact same as what you just sent.

You: Dani?

Again, your words are spat right back at you.

“What?” You murmur, pulling away from Chris to frown at your phone. He blinks at your phone screen, his eyes misty and shocks you with an accepting smile.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, taking your phone out of your hands and dumping it onto the bed, “She’s gone.” Chris pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face into your neck, inhaling and exhaling steadily.

“But I don’t understand-” “Honey… she’s you,” Chris whispers, kissing your neck lightly, “She’s you from an alternate universe.” “But that’s- so in other universes- you’re dead. In other universe’s we might not know each other.” “Yeah, that’s what Dani seems to hint at.” “That’s… that’s so sad…” “It doesn’t matter.” “Yes it does- Chris you died. You died in another- I guess this answer’s my what if….” “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that here, right now. You’re in my arms. Right now, in this universe, I love you. And apparently… I love myself. Thanks to you.”

My only wish to you, is that one day, you learn to love yourself. Whether this is through a significant other. Whether it’s through Stray Kids. Maybe your own kids. However you do it, I hope you learn to love yourself, because the weight of the world is heavy Chan, and you of all people deserve to love yourself, the way others love you.

Stray kids everywhere all around the world, you make Stray Kids Stay

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺

-> PART 14 -> Masterlist

A/N: Allow me to introduce myself. My real name is... Daniela Crane, previously known to you all as... Kaisowoo...

Until next read! - Dani

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