#the fans who met him had incredible luck

[musicandotherstuff]

Recent photo of Alex Turner taken by a fan, 2024

chris_bloodfilms: "It's 2005, a band explodes on MySpace. They're dressed like you and their lyrics are a mirror to your life. Bleeding heck, who the fuck are the Arctic Monkeys?

After 19 years on repeat it's now 2024. Myself and @/conor_bloodfilms are travelling back from Paris

We arrive at Gare Du Nord and Duffy stops in his tracks. He whispers to me "I think that's Alex Turner." "F**k off!" I immediately reply. I gaze over at a guy wearing a leather jacket with long brown hair, his face adorned with aviators. We should probably stop staring as it's getting weird, sexually and aggressively weird.

Turns out it is bloody Alex Turner, the man who's provided the soundtrack to my life! He strolls past and disappears into the Parisian platform crowd. A missed opportunity.

We board our train back to London. We look to our left and there's Alex. Sitting in his seat accompanied by a notepad. He's probably writing the next Arctic Monkeys hit "Two gawping pricks on a train". We really need to stop staring.

I tell Duffers I'm going in, he stops me. Reminds me that I'm a fully functioning adult and not to create a scene. Christ, he's right! I feel like I'm 15 years old again, someone get me a Strongbow and whack Dancing Shoes on, kin hell lad!

Eventually myself and Con engage, it's a surreal experience. Alex is polite and returns conversation in a soft friendly manner. The whole situation is just bloody lovely.

I awkwardly ask if I can take his portrait, fully aware that it could result in an awkward excha"

[archivegyu]

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tailored for you

The Manhattan skyline glittered against the evening sky as she gazed out of the penthouse suite window. The sun was setting, casting golden hues across the city that never sleeps. In a few hours, the Metropolitan Museum of Art would be hosting the most prestigious fashion event of the year—the Met Gala—and her childhood sweetheart, now the love of her life, would be making his debut on the iconic steps.

She turned away from the window to look at Choi Seungcheol, better known to his fans as S.Coups, leader of the globally acclaimed K-pop group SEVENTEEN. He was standing in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his custom-made BOSS suit for what must have been the twentieth time in the past hour.

"Is it too much?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers in the reflection. "Maybe I should have gone with something more... conventional?"

She smiled, walking over to stand behind him. Her hands reached up to smooth down the shoulders of his impeccably tailored jacket. The designer had created something truly special—a modern interpretation of this year's theme, "Superfine: Tailoring Black Style" (or "Tailored for You"), fashioning an elegant gray suit with elements inspired by traditional Korean hanbok. The clean lines, and subtle asymmetrical closure evoked his heritage while the refined tailoring showcased Seungcheol's strong frame and commanding presence.

"It's perfect," she assured him, her voice soft but certain. "You look incredible."

Seungcheol's reflection offered a shy smile, but she could see the anxiety swimming in his eyes. This was different from performing on stage with his members. Tonight, he would be representing BOSS as one of their global ambassadors, walking the Met Gala carpet solo, surrounded by Hollywood A-listers and fashion royalty.

"I keep thinking I'm going to trip on the stairs," he admitted, turning to face her. His hand reached up to ruffle his perfectly styled hair—a nervous habit he'd had since they were children—but she caught his wrist just in time.

"Don't you dare," she laughed. "Your stylist will have a meltdown."

Seungcheol pouted, and for a moment, she saw the same boy who had climbed the tree outside her childhood home in Daegu to leave little notes on her window sill. The boy who had promised, at just thirteen years old, that one day they would see the world together.

"How is it that twenty years later, you still get that same look when you're nervous?" she asked, cupping his face with her hands. "The same pout from when you were about to perform at the school talent show and thought no one would like your rap."

His expression softened into a genuine smile. "And you're still the only one who can calm me down."

The sound of his phone ringing interrupted the moment. Seungcheol glanced at the screen and chuckled. "It's the guys," he said, using his affectionate term for his fellow members. "Probably calling to wish me luck... or to make fun of me."

He answered the video call, and immediately the room filled with the chaotic energy of nine excited voices.

"HYUNG!" Seungkwan's voice dominated initially. "Show us the outfit! We've been dying to see the final look!"

Seungcheol laughed, some of his nervousness visibly melting away as he propped the phone up against a vase and stepped back to give them a full view of his ensemble.

"Wah, as expected of our leader!" Mingyu exclaimed, his handsome face filling most of the screen as he apparently leaned too close to the camera.

"Ya, move back, we can only see your nostrils," Soonyoung's voice commented, pulling Mingyu away.

"Hyung looks like James Bond," Hansol added appreciatively.

"Better than James Bond," Joshua corrected with his signature smile. "Our Cheollie is going to be the best-dressed man there."

She watched from the side, heart full as she observed the genuine brotherhood between these men who had spent their youth chasing dreams together. Now in their thirties, SEVENTEEN had achieved more than they had ever imagined—multiple world tours, numerous awards, and global recognition that extended well beyond the music industry into fashion, film, and philanthropy.

"Noona!" Chan, the youngest member, spotted her hovering at the edge of the frame. "You have to send us pictures! We know Seungcheol-hyung won't because he'll be too nervous."

"I'm not nervous," Seungcheol protested unconvincingly.

"Your left eye is twitching," Joshua pointed out in English before switching back to Korean. "It always does that before big events."

"Make sure he doesn't drink too much champagne," Jihoon added with a mischievous grin.

She stepped closer to the screen, smiling at the faces of the men who had become like family to her over the years. "I promise I'll keep him in line and send plenty of photos."

After a few more minutes of teasing and sincere well-wishes, they ended the call. Seungcheol's shoulders seemed lighter, his stance more relaxed.

"Better?" she asked, knowing how much strength he drew from his members, even from thousands of miles away.

"Better," he confirmed, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing the top of her head. "Though I'm still not convinced I belong at something like the Met Gala."

She pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes. "Choi Seungcheol, you've performed in stadiums in front of tens of thousands of people. You've spoken at the United Nations. Your group's music has broken cultural and language barriers that people thought were impenetrable. If anyone belongs on that carpet tonight, it's you."

He gazed at her with such tenderness that her heart fluttered, just as it had when they were teenagers and he first told her he liked her more than just a friend.

"How do you always know the right thing to say?" he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Twenty years of practice" she replied with a soft smile.

[no-144444]

a creepy guy who isn't all that creepy- o.bearman

Day 18 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

summary: Why does your cappuccino taste like shit? And why are you being followed by a random 6 foot man? 

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You walked down the streets of Monaco with a frown on your face. It was raining, and on the rare occasion it rained in Monaco, it fucking poured. You powered through the cold water hitting your skin and manoeuvred your way through the various crowds to your favourite coffee shop. It was a small hole-in-the-wall kind of place. It was cosy, it had good coffee, and usually no one bothered you. You ordered a vanilla cappuccino, knowing that you definitely had somewhere you should be (aka, your office) but you just couldn’t sit inside any longer. Fresh out of college and into an office job, it was great, of course, but sometimes the bland office was slightly oppressive to your creativity. You were an author after all. Published at the ripe age of 20. You had your book tour coming up soon, and you’d be busy with family in a few months too, and-

“Cappuccino?” the barista, Martha (yes, you were on a first name basis with the staff, you frequented a lot) called out. Quickly, you swiped the cup and rushed off, hopeful that your manager wouldn’t mention how long you were gone. 

“Sorry?” a British voice called out behind you, but you ignored it. There was a British guy there, some name starting with L, who tried to ask for your number, and refused to take no for an answer, so you moved on assuming it was him. 

Onward you went, trudging down the almost empty streets, your headphones in. You took a sip of your drink and instead of the usual vanilla foam and black coffee goodness, you were met with a bland black coffee and regular foam. Well, you couldn’t fault them too much, maybe it was their subtle way to tell you to stop ordering the same thing everyday? You weren’t sure. Regardless, you continued on your path, a feeling of unease growing in your stomach as you noticed the tall man behind you, following. 

You sped up, took your keys out-

“Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude, I think I picked up your coffee by accident?” A British voice spoke from beside you.

Oh. Not so creepy then. Just a mix up. 

“Fucking hell!” you gasped. “Were you not taught to not sneak up on people?”

He guiltily smiled. “I did try to call you in the coffee shop, but you walked off…”

“Oh,” you nodded. You took the lid off of your coffee and handed him the cup. He handed you his without the lid. You took a quick sip to find that it was in fact your vanilla cappuccino. 

A bright smile spread across your face. He smiled too. 

“Sorry about that,” you smiled. 

“I’m sorry too,” he apologised. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

You shrugged. “Read a lot of thriller fiction?”

“You’re Y/n Y/l/n!” he exclaimed. “Yes! I love your books.”

You nodded, it still shocked you that people read your books. “Thank you.”

“Sorry, this is probably weird,” he shook his head, embarrassed. “Can you sign my book please?”

He quickly grabbed your latest release out of his backpack with a sharpie, and looked at you with a crooked smile. 

You obliged, as you often did with fans. “What’s your name?”

“Ollie, Ollie Bearman,” he smiled. 

You turned to him. “I know you too! You’re incredible!” 

He looked at you in surprise. “You watch F1?”

“Yeah,” you stated like it was obvious. “You were incredible on your debut, and in Baku.”

He blushed slightly, and you smiled. “Thank you very much.”

You finished signing his book then handed it back. “I guess I’ll see you on the track next year,” you smiled. “Good luck.” 

And with that you walked on. He peeked inside his book to find your personal phone number with a note that said ‘call me xxx’ and smirked. 

Who knew messing up a coffee order could go so well?

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Day three: Aphrodisiacs

Unlike other airborne pathogens that make you sick, this one just makes you incredibly horny for a man you met today. Thankfully he's incredibly horny for you, too. Spores not included.

Summary: After inhaling spores, you become overwhelmed with desire. Who else better to scratch that itch deep inside of you than an attractive man who you've been fighting off zombies with? Tags: Smut (p in v), aphrodisiac, begging, mentions of death

“It’s going to be okay, agent. I got you…” Leon mumbled, holding onto your arm as he bent to your level. “I’m going to find an antidote or something.” He said, biting his lip as he watched your sweat bead on your brow, your eyes sipping closed as your parted lips let a pained groan slip out.

You led Leon to a cathedral, promising it would explain the horrible things happening to the United States, hell, the world. “I can’t explain… it’s just better to show it.” You had promised him, and he followed. He had doubts about you; if you had anything to do with it, he wasn’t letting his guard down anytime soon. He had dealt with betrayal enough times to be cautious around a pretty face.

The next moments went in a blur; fighting off the horde that prevented the two of you from entering the damn building in the first place, the strange trials the two of you had to complete to open the secret passageway to the basement of the cathedral, and then the rather unfortunate luck of a bioweapon emerging from the fog, threatening the lives of everyone in the vicinity. The two of you had managed to keep most of the refugees safe. Can’t help that some people don’t heed the lucid warning of “Stay back! This thing’s dangerous!” 

Don’t change the fact that Leon still mourns the loss of every citizen, every agent, or soldier who lost their lives to this unfair world.

Doesn’t mean that you weren’t hurt. Or, at least, that’s what he thinks is wrong with you. That… thing sprayed you with some sort of blue spore when you delivered the final shotgun bullet in point blank range, the particles being immediately inhaled into your lungs. Leon watched in horror as you coughed and sputtered, stumbling out of the cloud and towards him. “Are you okay?” He asked you, watching as your hand fanned the air around you. 

“Y-Yeah, i-it’s… fine…” You started, eyes widening as your knees grew weak and the start of something formed in the bottom of your gut. The feeling was strange, but it wasn't stopping you from pushing on—no need to worry Agent Kennedy!

Well, by golly, he was pretty worried now.

The two of you had gotten to an underground lab and you had immediately collapsed onto the floor littered with some fancy medical paper filled to the brim with notes from various experiments. He was sitting with you, hand on your forehead only to pull back in shock at the burning temperature of your smooth skin. 

“You're burning up…” Leon pointed out softly, only to get a whimper from you in return. “I know that. I feel like I'm wearing a sweater and fuzzy socks in the Sahara.” You huffed, only to cover your face. Your tummy turned, a ball of molten lava warming your core and addling your mind.

“Sorry, Agent Kennedy, I just feel all fuzzy and hot… I know that's not an excuse to talk back to my superior.” You apologized, and Leon just rolled his eyes. 

“Don't worry about that formality bullshit. Let’s just focus on getting you better.” Leon started, moving to stand up when your hand grasped him.

“No!” You gasped, the sudden feeling of despair and emptiness filling the pit of your stomach was alarming. As if the very thought of him leaving you left your pussy weeping.

Wait.

What?

By all means, you thought Leon was the sexiest, most attractive man you knew. The way he cared for everyone was admirable and wasn't lost on you. His kindness pulled you in like a magnet, but you stopped yourself from getting too delusional. After all, he'd hate you once he figured out why you led him to the cathedral.

But you were shocked by the sudden desire to throw yourself into his arms like a crying child to his mommy. You felt like crying.

This was embarrassing.

“I just me-mean that I don't want you to leave me… -Fuck.” You sputtered, hand flying back to your side as you flushed in embarrassment. You spiraled as your mind conjured up all the demeaning things Leon was probably thinking about your pathetic display of dependency.

Leon's eyes widened at your little moment, more concerned than offended. He needed to do something. You were glistening in drops of sweat, and now you were starting to lose coherency and your temperament. He saw how you squinted as if your brain struggled to form thoughts and even then, they were still words he would never hear you say in the right state of mind.  

He had no idea of the arousal that was wreaking havoc in your lower stomach, the inhuman mess that was beginning to wet your underwear. To him, you just looked like you had a fever.

To you, it was an overwhelming desire to have the man in front of you. You felt like some sort of bitch in heat as your mind drowned in need. Your body was taught as you desperately fought the urge to pounce on your higher-up.

A whine slipped past your trembling lips and Leon froze. What was that supposed to mean? He leaned in, trying to figure out why you were so squirmy. He wanted to find some sort of medicine for you. You guys were in a lab for heaven’s sake. Probably the same lab that made that abomination of a BOW straight out of a trypophobe’s nightmare, but you were adamant about him staying.

The proximity made your head spin, his scent invading your senses as your will dissolved like cotton candy in water.

“Please!” You begged, grabbing his shoulders and hanging your head in mortification as to what you had just said.

“What do you want me to do?” Leon strained, getting more and more worried by the second. His hands hovered over your waist, trying to keep some air of professionalism and respect despite your wandering hands.

Okay, that was confusing. Leon watched in concern as your hands slid down his arms.

You didn't say a word, too embarrassed to voice your need, so you just whimpered and squeezed your thighs. 

The relief was instant. 

A moan slipped past your lips as your thighs shook. If just this little movement was enough to get you like this, you were stuck imagining what it would feel like if you gave in, if he was the only thing allowing you respite. The thought brought on another wave of heat, and you struggled to imagine how you were going to get through this without losing the ever-growing battle of fighting your arousal. 

You already gave up on the struggle to not touch him, and look at you now. Your face hung in embarrassment as your hands felt the firm musculature of his arms, body leaning in to share his warmth, to smell his scent. Your mind swirled with a myriad of impure thoughts, and you nearly came when Leon finally touched you.

“What’s wrong?” Leon finally asked after he softly placed a hand on the small of your back, as if he’d hurt you, his eyes widening as he saw you shiver. You were making noises that he was trying to ignore, to rationalize… Something to explain why you were making the sounds that went straight to his dick despite his best efforts.

“It hurts.” You whimpered, practically sobbing through the first words you had said in a while. You were practically on top of him now, your arms had circled back up to wrap around his neck. His compliance made you needy, trying to milk this horse for all he’s worth. 

God, with how horny you were, milking him dry seemed necessary.

“What hurts, sweet girl?” He said softly, the lines of professionalism blurring like chalk on a rainy day. The walls he tried to put up throughout your brief partnership were virtually nonexistent. The sight of you in pain hurt him, too, and with the way you were clinging onto him like he was damn Mosiah himself, how could he not give you anything you wanted? Anything to help you feel better.

Call it the hero complex, but he couldn’t shake the thought that he was the reason you were like this. He didn’t shield you properly, turned to help steady a survivor instead of keeping his eyes on you. God, he never wanted to keep his eyes off of you, Raccoon City fucked up his underdeveloped brain and rewired it to be a fiend for women who could handle a gun. 

That name had you gasping, clambering onto his lap as you pressed your nose into his neck. Your lips brushed his skin as you breathed him in, gripping him so tightly that your knuckles turned white. “Everything…I need you, Agent Kenedy.” You begged, tentatively pressing a kiss to the column of his throat.

You had him groaning as he settled you down on his lap. “Is that right?” He whispered, mirroring your actions to the top of your head. The smell of blood and gunpowder was strong, but if he focused hard enough, he could make out the notes of your shampoo. 

“Mhm…” You slurred, panting into his skin as you pressed yourself to his bulge. Your eyes rolled back as you practically convulsed on his lap, so pent up that even that could bring you to ecstasy. You begged and begged for more as you began rubbing against him. 

Leon hissed at you and started moving, grabbing your hips to help you. “So needy, huh?” He said with a sigh, watching as you acted so desperately. He said he’d do anything to help, and if making you cum was the answer, then he was buckling up for a long ride. It’s the law, he thinks with a chuckle.

He watched as your face began to scrunch up. “Aww, need more, princess?” His voice dripped like honey. He didn’t need you to speak, he saw how you tried to nod through your haze. That was all the confirmation he needed to turn you around on his lap, unzipping your jeans and slipping a hand past the fabric of your underwear. 

“Fuck… You’re dripping, honey.” Leon moaned, wasting no time to finger fuck your tight cunt. “She’s just beggin’ for it…” He whispered, scissoring you. “Beggin' for my thick cock to stuff her full.” He rambled, working himself into a frenzy as he saw you babbling. So turned on you couldn’t even properly respond. 

You just nodded, moaning in hopes that he could tell how ready you were for him. You needed him, his praise, his touch, his dick. The latter making itself known as it twitched against your ass. You couldn’t take it, the spores a distant memory lingering in your nose as you were convinced you’d die if Leon didn’t breed you. You needed him rabbiting his load into you, you wouldn’t see straight without it.

You didn’t have to hope for long, since, just one desperate plea from you, Leon was opening up the front of his pants to slide into your sticky cunt. You sobbed, the feeling of his cock splitting you open was mind-numbing and clarifying at the same time. It made your mind spin, but the haze was already clearing, the aching in your entire being finally letting up. You needed more, needed him to fix you. With every bounce on his rigid cock, you were closer and closer to relief from the burning heat that consumed your body ever since that stupid BOW sprayed you. 

Squeezing his fat cock like a vice was instinctual, impaling yourself second nature, the haze making you seek your body’s most primal needs. You couldn’t think, mind wired to take his cock like a good bitch, and by golly you were good. Poor old Leon whined as you got him all wound up and ready to bust a load into you, balls scrunching in anticipation.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna breed this greedy pussy. That’s what she wants, isn’t it? This whole time she’s been beggin’ for my cum.” He huffed, bringing his index and middle finger to your aching clit. He rubbed tight circles onto the slippery nub, whimpering when you immediately clenched around him. 

“Yes, Yes! I need it… Need you to breed me.” You sobbed, creaming all over his length as he fucked you into oblivion. 

“Shit, couldn’t pull out if I tried.” Leon moaned, snapping his hips up into you in shallow thrusts until his balls tensed and he shot ropes into your pussy. You felt complete, the fog clearing for a moment until you felt empty again. 

You huffed, moving your hips again before Leon could say Sweetheart. He convulsed, too fucked out as his eyes rolled back.

“Fuck…”

[sorchathered]

My Forever Valentine- Bradley Bradshaw x reader

A/N- happy belated valentines my angels! This is just a little something I’ve been working on for @roosterforme, hope you all love it!

Pairing- Bradley Bradshaw x female reader

Warnings- a little angst, a little smut, language.

“Honestly I never thought we’d get here. No really, anyone who knows Bradley knows he isn’t the Casanova he likes to think he is. How you roped her into marrying your dumb ass is a miracle in my book. I love you both and I’m so glad you are taking over my job of keeping him alive; good luck girl it’s a tough gig!”

Everyone is nearly in tears from laughter as Bradley rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a chuckle. Choosing Natasha Trace to be his best (wo)man was a no-brainer until he realized she was going to get to give a speech, or as she called it “her roasting of the chicken boy”. Honestly he thought she’d be more ruthless but blessedly she had been kind because it was after all his wedding day. She wasn’t wrong though; it really was a miracle he’d managed to not only find you but also convince you he was the man you should spend the rest of your life with. He’d been full of anger for years over Mav pulling his papers, despite the fact that he’d made it in the navy and been incredibly successful in his career. You’d seen right through his carefree aloha persona, broke down his walls and finally got him to self reflect and realize that the past wasn’t who he was; he’d made it through hell despite the roadblocks and that was what he should focus on instead. He had been stubborn, trying his damndest to push you away when you pushed him to make amends and heal, but you’d stayed. You’d made him better, made his life have meaning, and now he would spend the rest of his life showing you how much you meant to him and making a beautiful life for you.

He remembered the day he met you vividly. You’d been out at the hard deck with a group of friends, it shouldn’t have been any different than any other night out but when he heard your laugh and saw your face he knew. It was like everything in his life had come into focus and he couldn’t stop himself from getting up mid conversation to cross the bar and talk to you. You’d been watching him too, the easy carefree way he seemed to move through the crowd was mesmerizing and the two of you had hit it off like a house on fire. You both fell in love hard and fast, but it hadn’t been without its struggles. Bradley’s line of work was extremely taxing, gone for weeks- sometimes months a time with little to no contact. You’d been lonely but he’d been worth every minute apart, and when he made it back to you after a particularly difficult mission a misunderstanding had nearly torn you both apart.

-6 months ago-

It had been a non-stop carousel of tag chasers from the minute he’d entered his beloved bar, the squad had demanded they throw him a welcome home party for the ages but you’d never thought it would be a wall to wall frat party. Women staring for a little too long, buying him drinks, at one point some girl actually tried to kiss him! Bradley had been polite as always, sending all of them packing and letting them know he was taken, but by the time he’d sat himself at the piano to sing he had gathered himself quite a fan club of single girls, and you didn’t have the patience to look at it anymore. Especially when one of those girls was his ex, she just never quite seemed to understand the word no, and forget about the notion that he had moved on; she didn’t believe for one second that anyone would turn his head from her and despite being the one that left him she just wouldn’t let an opportunity pass to get him back out of her grasp. You knew his heart, and that he had professed that you were his future, but it wasn’t enough. Not when these girls didn’t seem to get his polite hints and kept coming back for more. You knew he liked the attention and that was the worst part; he could tell you all day long that he wanted a family with you but when you took a backseat to his fan club you couldn’t help but convince yourself that he was all talk and nothing more.

“Baby, come on you know it’s not like that! I don’t want anyone but you! Just come back inside, we’ll play some pool with Phoenix and Coyote and then we can head home, just us. I don’t want you going home by yourself.” He pouted and tried to pull you close and damn it you almost let him, but the gnawing feeling of inadequacy wouldn’t let you give in.

You nearly walked away that night, but he wouldn’t have it. If he was going to lose you it wouldn’t be over some stupid girl in a bar, the two of you were meant to be and he was ready to put his heart on the line. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms, you wiggled in his hold but he didn’t budge; tilting your chin up to look at him as he leaned in close to place a searing kiss to your lips. He felt your body go lax in his arms, sighing into his mouth as he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a while, locked in an embrace as he kissed you breathless, you were sure this was the kind of kiss that caused women to swoon in old movies, drunk on the feeling of his body pressed to yours making you weak in the knees. When he finally pulled away from you a whine breached your throat and he chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I want you to hear me when I say this sweetheart, and really take it to heart ok? There’s nothing I want more in this world than you. Not flying, not another woman, not a single thing could matter more to me than you. You’re my first thought when I open my eyes and every night I’m honored to be the one to hold you when you finally find rest. I will always choose you, and if I’ve ever made you question that I will do anything to make it right. I want you forever. I want to have a house full of feral children that look like you that I coach softball for on the weekends, I want to take care of you when you’re sick and think you’re gross, I want to sit on our porch 50 years from now and watch the sun go down on a perfect life we’ve made, hell baby I want to pass first because I don’t know that I could go on another day if you weren’t here. That’s how much you mean to me, and if you’ll say yes I’ll love you until the day I die.”

You were fully ugly crying in his arms as he pulled a beautiful ring and slid it on your finger, nodding furiously before you pulled his face to yours.

Now in the fading sunset he watched you dancing along to the band, the quiet beach wedding had been everything you both dreamed it would be, surrounded by loved ones and Bradley can’t help but feel overwhelmed by it all. You were everything he’d ever dreamed up but somehow better, the figment in his mind could never come close to the real thing. His hands itched to hold you, need flooding his senses as he crossed the makeshift dance floor to sweep you into his embrace. You grinned up at him and he melted a little more inside, he peppered your face with kisses as your laughter rang out against the crashing of the waves. “I need to monopolize the bride for a little while, think you could find a way for us to escape for a bit?” He whispered in your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh until you felt him pressing against the satiny fabric of your gown. He swallowed the moan that escapes your lips, it was entirely indecent the way you two were pressed together in this public of a setting but he couldn’t bring himself to care. You were his wife, his wife. Surely he could be excused for his behavior just this once right? He turned you in his arms and began guiding you towards the beloved bar where the two of you first met. Penny was bringing out more champagne as you burst in the door, a chuckle and shake of her head as the two of you nearly collided with her. “No breaking anything in my bar, I’ll keep everyone out of your hair for a few minutes.” Bradley nodded with wide eyes as you erupted in laughter, ushering you towards the stock room with a playful slap to your ass as you tried to catch your breath between giggle fits.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” He said as he placed you on top of the massive deep freeze in the corner of the stock room, mascara was smudging the corners of your eyes from the tears brought on by your glee at getting caught, eyes shining with anticipation at what was to come. “You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in his pants until we made it to the honeymoon suite Mr. Bradshaw” he didn’t deny it, he just couldn’t help himself with how beautiful you looked, it would be a crime to wait 2 more hours before he could fuck his wife.

“You know, you’re my wife now. Mrs. Bradshaw.” He was running his lips and mustache along your cleavage, the sensation sent a shiver up your spine, along with his declaration. “Oh god- we really are married now aren’t we?” You panted as he hiked your dress up above your thighs, running a long finger up the seam of your barely there underwear, reveling in the look on your face as you sucked in a sharp gasp. He couldn’t help but kiss you, licking into your mouth as he continued to rub circles against your covered clit. You were trembling in his hold, whining and bucking into his hand and he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Tease. Two could play that game. Sliding your palms down his shirt jacket you made quick work of unbuttoning his dress pants, slipping your hand down into his briefs to grasp his cock. He hissed into the open air, knowing you had the upper hand now.

“Thought you said you needed to fuck me Bradley? We don’t have all night, give it to me baby boy.” He couldn’t push his clothes off fast enough, sliding your underwear to the side as he slammed into you mercilessly. Sweet saccharine moans fell from your lips and he brought you to your high, your nails clawing at his back as he sucked a dark mark behind your ear. It didn’t take much more for you both to topple over the edge, a mess of sweaty limbs tangled together as you reached euphoria. Giggles and soft kisses followed as you tried to piece each others outfits back together, startling at a loud knock rapping the old wooden door.

“Ok sluts, you can make a baby another time! Everyone is looking for the happy couple and we know what y’all are getting up to! Wrap it up and come join the party!” Natasha cackles as she hears you two shuffling behind the door, hastily stepping out with tousled hair and kiss swollen lips. “Can you blame me Phoenix? She’s perfection.” Bradley says with a laugh as you all step back out into the party, a roar of cheers and whoops echoing out as you do. This was just the beginning of a lifetime of memories, and Bradley couldn’t wait to spend them all with you.

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One Piece Imagine: F!Reader giving a Victory Smooch to Monster Trio

Luffy

Luffy did not see himself as a hero. He is a pirate, and he never shares especially food. But boy, the rage he felt when he saw that terrible Marine captain stole the food that you have painstakingly tried to keep - nobody has the right to starve anyone on HIS watch!

So you truly fall for him when he and his crew return with a wagon of fruits, veggies, all the finest delicacies he can offer... and a very beaten up corrupt Marine captain on his feet. The villagers were more than grateful to be freed from that jerk, especially you.

After giving that Marine a well-deserved kick on the nuts before handing him to the ACTUAL authority, you came up to Luffy with a plate of his favorite meat on the bones and told him that he deserved a reward for helping her. He gratefully accepts it... but not before you gave him a gentle peck on his cheek, "My hero." Luffy is annoyed that you are interrupting his meal. Also, he is not a hero, damn it! But he is still grateful for the reward. Meanwhile, Sanji is fuming about the background of why Luffy always gets the good part of the reward.

"Shishishishi! You're welcome! But I want more meat instead of kisses!"

Zoro

You're gonna need a lot of cold showers when Zoro saves you. because the way he saves you is actually hoooooot.

Oceans in Grand Line are stupidly dangerous. Freaky weather and monsters will always come when you least expect it. So it really kind of surprised you when the crew got ambushed by a giant Sea King.

A very vicious, pissed-off Sea King.

Its battle with it can be described as near-death and brutal. The crew had a lot of close calls, but it was when its jaws almost closed on you that Zoro got to work.

A couple of swishes from his blade, followed by an intense "ONI GIRI!" battle cry had turned that Sea King into a seafood fillet fit to feed as Luffy's dinner. It was vicious, it was professional. IT WAS HOT.

When Zoro came to check on you, you had to fan yourself really hard because, WOW. How does that muscle of his work again? And how hard his teeth are? Zoro did not have time to react before your lips descended on him, catcalls and cheers from the crew (and a furious rant from Sanji) accompanied the scene. "My hero~" you purred.

The normally serious Zoro became incredibly flustered, annoyed, and sorta impressed by your reward. He never expected this turn of events, promising you that he will need more than that in the bedroom.

"Oi, OI! Really? Ah, damn it. All in a day's work I guess. Seriously, what was that?"

Sanji

The day you're engaged to the most violent and sexist man is the day Sanji saved you. Your noble parents sold you off to the most notoriously rich man, who is known for his brutish "manly" treatment of women. To them, it was discipline. But to you and the other poor women, he is hell.

Enter Sanji. He has been on the island for a few days and he already heard plenty of horror stories about the future groom of yours. So he did what a pirate should do - crash into the party with the crew and humiliate your father and groom with the knowledge of wine and food.

Your ex-fiancee's luck ran out when he slapped you halfway across the room when you tried to stop him from jeopardizing the guests' safety. Gone is the suave Sanji - he only sees a man who DARES to hurt a lady and brags about it - oh, he won't get away with it. One Diable Jambe Concasse later, Sanji left the terrified household and one horribly hurt and unconscious ex-fiancee, carrying you in his arms.

When you're already in a safe space, Sanji asks if you're okay... only to be met with a barrage of kisses on his face and a large one of his lips. Never had you felt so grateful, so much in love with Sanji. "My hero! Thank you so, SO, much!"

There was a happy, sheepish grin, lots of "mellorine!" and blood spurts from the nose before Sanji replied joyfully, "You're welcome, milady!" And then he would ask if there is more to come from your reward.

He nearly went to heaven when you slyly said yes.

"HA! You see that?! I am a hero! Yes, I am! Mr. Prince is here to save the ladies's day from danger! Ahaha! I am always here to serve you any time, Y/N-chwaaan!"

Please reply if you want to suggest more scenarios like this with other characters!

[crepezinhos]

Scaramouche + Wanderer NSFW ABCs

SCARAMOUCHE’S POV: You and Scaramouche are friends with benefits. You’re a human but you are incredibly the Seventh Fatui Harbinger. You used to have a rivalry with the Sixth Harbinger because you always thought you were stronger. Slowly, you two start to realize you have many things in common and compete each other in a different way.

WANDERER’S POV: You and Wanderer are a couple. You are a student at the Akademiya and used to be one of his fans when he still was Scaramouche, but, just like everyone else, you forgot his existence after he deleted hisself from the Irminsul. Wanderer met you again when he saw you being cornered by Fatui Agents and saved you from them because he still felt thankful for your support to him in the past. Because of this event, you began talking to him more frequently to him and he quickly fell in love for you, even if he promised to never do so again.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a NSFW work

— Reader is FEMALE uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Both characters will have some PTSD and are pretty toxic in some topics

— Enemy!Scaramouche x Harbinger!Reader / Boyfriend!Wanderer x Girlfriend!Reader

— Contains MANY kinky topics such as: Creampie, dressed sex, degradation, oral sex, body marking, bondage, overstimulation, teasing, unfairness, masturbation, public sex, quickies, unprotected sex, usage of elemental powers, sexualization of common / daily activities and probably more

A - Aftercare (How are they like after it and how do they treat you?)

Scaramouche: Scaramouche would usually win the “competitions” you two had, and whenever he did so he’d be pretty snobby about it. He would help you clean up and put you in a comfy place but he’d make sure to keep smirking and staring at your soul through every second of it. Depending of what the competition was about, and who begun it, he’d joke or be ironic about it. Good luck trying to live peacefully after losing to him on a challenge you did by yourself.

“Here you go. I know it’s hard to survive a challenge against me, so I just want to make sure you are not in a vegetative state!” He joked, handing you a cup of water with a very proud smile in his face after barely breaking your mind in bed.

Wanderer: He’d definitely keep the aftercare for the next morning. He feels embarrassed enough to get naked in front of you before it, so he definitely doesn’t want you to see him naked, panting, sweaty and blushing after it. He will immediately lay down and quickly cover the both of you up, cuddling your head until you’re asleep. After some minutes or hours watching you sleep while messing with your hair, he will get up, dress up and do whatever he has to do to make you wake up to a perfect scenario.

“Sit down, I brought you breakfast.” He asked, putting a four-legged tray on top of your waist as soon as you were set to. It had your favorite meal for breakfast and your favorite snacks and drink around it. He already had his clothes on and you had just woke up from an exhausting sex night. “So… did you like it..?” He asked, sitting by your side but avoiding eye contact. You could see him clearly blushing tho.

B - Body Part (What is their favorite part of your body and why?)

Scaramouche: Your hips. If he’s holding your hips, he has the control of it all, and he loves that feeling. He loves to see you sway your hips when walking, see you in clothes where your hips are valued, he loves to grip on them until they get red by the pressure of his fingers, he loves squeezing them and other body parts around it like your belly and tights and he really loves seeing you sway them, especially when you’re riding him.

“Fuck..! If you keep swaying your hips like that… I might actually pass out.” Says Scaramouche between low groans, trying to pretend like he’s not losing the current challenge. His eyes and hands locked on your hips like a hunter. You were swaying them in a way that was driving him absolutely crazy for you.

Wanderer: Your wrists. Even after deleting hisself from the Irminsul and going through his past identity of Scaramouche, he still likes to have total, or most control of sex. He will always lock both your wrists down by either pulling or pushing them to the ground depending on your position, and he does it hard just like his past self. The difference is that he’s just not that kinky anymore and doesn’t even realize how much he likes to hold your wrists.

“Stop moving.” Wanderer ordered between his many moans, grabbing both your wrists and pushing them harder into the wall he was thrusting you against.

C - Cum (Where do they most like to cum?)

Scaramouche: If Scaramouche has the opportunity to cum in your chest or in your face, he will always do it. He absolutely loves the power sensation he gets from doing that to you. He also really enjoys doing it inside and seeing you take it all until you can’t anymore and ends dripping some of it, but he prefers to watch you cleaning your face or chest after having his cum all around it.

“Look at you… letting yourself have all my cum around you like a toy… humiliating.” Scaramouche joked as he watched every single drop of his cum eject from his dick to your chest after fucking you in missionary position with a big smirk in his face.

Wanderer: Inside. Wanderer became a very reserved guy after going through the Irminsul, so his love for the power he got from cumming outside was absolutely lost. He also developed a really weird and unexpected perfectionism, so he doesn’t want to be responsible for cleaning up a mess he can avoid.

“Shhh, shhh. It’s ok, it’s ok. Just take it all in and it will be over in a second.” He said neutrally as he came it all inside your womb, holding you still as you trembled in agony of the feeling of being filled up.

D - Dirty Secret (A sexual wish that they have but you still don’t know about)

Scaramouche: Creampie. Scaramouche has a really kinky wish of seeing you dripping (specifically his) cum out of your pussy. Why would he dream such an specific thing? Power. Scaramouche loves that feeling and if he ever had you dripping his seed when it was initially blown inside you, it would be the ultimatum pleasure to him. He just simply doesn’t tell you about it because the amount of orgasms it would take to have you dripping cum is far from your limits. Unfortunately, you are a human. That means you could never take it that far. That’s why he prefers cumming outside you, so you don’t get enough in a single round.

Wanderer: The day Wanderer saw you dressed as Traditional Sumeru dancer (like Nilou) for an annual festival in Sumeru, was the day he first developed a sexual wish with that new identity. It took him a lot of time to realize he was having TOO many dirty thoughts about it and it took him even more to realize he would like to experience sex with you like that. He just doesn’t tell you that secret because it has been months since you wore that costume. It would be too “out of nowhere” and he’s afraid you’ll find that funny. He will wait until next year, and if the idea keeps bothering his sleeping hours, he will find a way to gather the courage he needs and tell you. He has become a very reserved guy, give him a break.

E - Experience (How experienced are they?)

Scaramouche: Before meeting you, Scaramouche had a low body count. He would only do it with prostitutes and only when he was stressed. That means he wasn’t perfect at it when you two started having sex together, which made you underestimate him at the beginning even if he did win you in the very first round. But time goes on, and you two started doing it almost every day. That means he became an expert pretty quickly and overcame your abilities. He could easily make any woman go insane with his sex, but he prefers keeping all his tricks just for you.

Wanderer: In this universe, his past self also had a even lower body count since he would also only do it with prostitutes and he never had a girlfriend. And unfortunately, he lost most of his already low experience throughout the process of deleting his memories in the Irminsul and then regaining them again. He still will pleasure you greatly, but he knows no much more than the basic stuff. At least he’s trying to become better at it just to make you love him more by trying different paces, positions, places and more.

F - Favorite Position (What is their favorite position to do it?)

Scaramouche: Doggy Style. As you probably know by now, Scaramouche is a huge fan of power. So it shouldn’t be unexpected for him to love fucking you from behind brutally. Seeing your back arched to its core, all your hair being pulled into his direction and your buttocks and hips marked with his hands… it just makes him feel too confident.

“I’m barely seconds in… and you already lost the competition… and made a fucking mess.” He cursed, leaning closer to you just to whisper the joke in your ear while pulling your hair slightly.

Wanderer: Spooning. Wanderer is a guy that needs assurance and love 24/7. So, being able to feel most of your skin touching his while having sex somehow reassures him that you are enjoying it as much as him. The fact that he can also shove his mouth on your shoulders to censor his moans and you can’t really see him in that position comforts him. He’s still very reserved about this kind of thing, so he still feels embarrassed to let you see him naked or hear him moaning.

“Do you like it..?” Wanderer asks huskily between wet moans in your shoulder. “Good…” He says, gently smooching your neck afterwards.

G - Goofy (How seriously do they take it?)

Scaramouche: It’s pretty obvious that Scaramouche is pretty goofy when doing it, but in a bad way. He’s not going to make silly comments or compliment you. No… most of the times he’ll annoy you to the last nerve with his typical comments or jokes and destroy your dignity. At least… he’s only goofy with you and only you.

“Hey, why do you seem so frustrated? Weren’t you the one that started this?” He asked, grabbing your wrists and locking them behind you when you tried to hold him down to stop going so fast and got mad at him for not doing so.

Wanderer: Wanderer is absolutely serious when he’s having sex with anyone. He will not make a single joke or comment about anything. It would remind him of his past self, which is pretty uncomfortable to him but he also considers sex a moment of extreme intimacy where no jokes should be done.

“W-What are you smiling at..?” Asked Wanderer insecure about the tiny smile in your face. You two were doing it in missionary this time and you were simply admiring the view right above you. He was the prettiest man you’ve ever seen.

H - Hair (How many hair do they have down there?)

Since they’re the same person and puppet, both of them share the same answer: they have no body hair at all besides their eyebrows and actual hair. Don’t ask me… Ei is who created him…

I - Intimacy (How intimate and romantic are they through it?)

Scaramouche: Initially, Scaramouche wasn’t romantic nor intimate at all. He would simply enjoy the sexual pleasure of the moment and leave you in your bed to sleep after being railed. But within time, he started to get attached to you even if he tried to deny it. So he started to let out some genuine compliments, kiss and hug you through it, spend more time with you after it and tell you his sexual wishes. Even with this tiny development, he still isn’t the most romantic guy. He becomes very embarrassed when the sex gets too real and will try muttering jokes and cover his sounds to make it more savage because he doesn’t understand that sex is a human instinct and that he’s feeling it.

“This is so fucking so good…” He moaned between the wet and breathy kiss, while his hips rocked hard against yours. One of his hands was gripping on your hand tight while the other one was barely breaking your hips. But when he realized how weird that was, he decided to mumble any joke that came to his mind. “Out of all cum sluts out there, you’re definitely my favorite..! This is worth some extra tips…” He tried to joke, even tho he was saying you’re his favorite partner.

Wanderer: Wanderer, in the other hand, is way more intimate with you. Living with Nahida and studying in the Akademiya made him earn some morality and values he would’ve never learned as a Harbinger. Falling in love with you also made him view some things differently and seriously. For example, the day he entered your room when you were changing. He spent days thinking about what he saw and didn’t understand why he felt so amused by it when he had seen many naked women in his life already? That means that he also feels embarrassed when you see him undress at your front. His attention will be 100% at you, looking for any signs or comfort or discomfort, kissing you everywhere and hugging you all the time. He will not say many things and will not make comments at all, but he’ll make sure you two are in the same environment.

“This is amazing… I don’t wanna stop…” Wanderer moaned while throwing his head to the air. You two were having a very hot missionary sex under the sheets and the overwhelming sweat and heat of your bodies was making him feel wonders.

J - Jack Off (How often do they touch themselves?)

Scaramouche: He wouldn’t jack off frequently. When he felt horny he would just go at you, challenge you in something, make it sexual and fulfill his desires there and now. He’d also have sex with you before going away to missions so his wishes wouldn’t disturb him during the mission. But if became too long, like a month or more, he would sit down in a chair or floor and do it. He would also start masturbating when you two had an appointment to have sex and he knew you were arriving soon, so you’d arrive to a very teasing view.

“You… finally arrived..!” Scaramouche said between low groans. He was masturbating in chair, completely backwards to you, already pretty close to his orgasm. “What am I doing? I’m just making these hours of waiting you less useless…” He joked, still not stopping his movements.

Wanderer: No. Absolutely no. Wanderer will try his best to avoid masturbation. Why? Because the only time where he felt that desperate to touch himself like that, Nahida entered the room without knocking on the door. He spent days avoiding her, even if she completely understood that instinct and wanted to apologize for barging in the room without his consent. Even if you’re away for an appointment and he gets hormonal, he’ll prefer to simply close his eyes and imagine you two having sex, rather than jacking his dick up and down.

“No, I’m not gonna do it.” He said to hisself while trying to sleep, changing his position again. His dick was brick hard but he was trying to ignore it. His brain wasn’t helping tho, making him imagine the both of you having sex with some extra erotic details that were only making him more and more horny. “Hell..! Why is this feeling so fucking insistent..?!”

K - Kinks (Do they have any kinks that you know of?)

Scaramouche: Absolutely. Scaramouche has many kinks and fetishes but the ones that most turn him on are degradation and dominance. Taking control of things and putting people in their place has always been the thing he’s most good at and also his favorite thing. So it isn’t hard for him to do it in sex nor uncomfortable. He’ll make you suck him like a leech, he’ll leave your ass cheeks red from the quantity of slaps given there, he’ll make you beg for him and way more… this guy is an iceberg you don’t wanna go through…

“Show me how much you want this, you little slut.” Scaramouche ordered while fucking you from behind brutally, making you instantly arch your back. “Bending it all over me like a fucking dog in heat… pathetic.” He commented, gripping on your hips tighter.

Wanderer: The only kink you know Wanderer possesses by now is Bondage. He’s not into extreme bondage where you can’t do anything at all, but instead simple things like a single blindfold, or handcuffs or both. That doesn’t mean he’ll absolutely rail you when doing so, actually he’ll be pretty careful with your pleasure now that you’re extra vulnerable. What he likes on it is the control of the handcuffs and the privacy he gets from the blindfold. For example, whenever you or him want to try a new position, he’ll try to ask you to wear a blindfold because he doesn’t want you to see him trying something new at all. He’s afraid he’s terrible at whatever you or him ask for.

“Is it too tight?” He asks you gently, after finishing the knot on the blindfold, with his head in your shoulders. “Alright then… may I start?” He asks, gripping on your wrists even if they were already handcuffed.

L - Location (Where do they most like to do it? And why?)

Scaramouche: Honestly… anywhere. Scaramouche doesn’t really care whether the door is open or closed or if it’s cold or hot outside. He’d do it in Tsaritsa’s bed if he had the chance. He usually prefers places where you can be heard or seen tho. He likes to make it clear to everyone that you are his.

“So what if the door is open? I’d let them see if I was you! Then they’d all know they have no chance with you because all that would go through your mind would be me topping you like this, and my cock making your insides mush.” Scaramouche joked while fucking you from behind in a restaurant’s public bathroom.

Wanderer: Anywhere that is private. Wanderer doesn’t want to be seen at all and especially… doesn’t anyone to see you. He’s very reserved about hisself but if anyone saw you in such an erotic state, blindfolded, handcuffed… he would probably threaten the person’s life. So, he’ll always makes sure nobody’s around, the door is locked and the windows are closed. But especially… he’d make sure Nahida wasn’t nearby.

“Don’t be so impatient. It would be irresponsible of me to leave the windows open.” Wanderer said while closing the windows in his room, pretty annoyed at your petty impatience to have sex with him.

M - Motivation (What makes them keep doing it with you?)

Scaramouche: Your persistence. Scaramouche really likes how you attract him into sex and how you fuck with him. You always bring different “challenges” to him, whispering in his ears and wearing lingeries under your uniform, which already turns him on instantly. But, since you usually lose the challenges, especially the ones you did, it makes him like the experiences even more. After the first time you two did it, where you lost, Scaramouche thought you’d never ask him for it again. But you did, and he was very surprised (in a good way). You turned a switch you can’t turn off. And now, he’ll constantly challenge you in bed.

“You really wanna challenge me into who’s cumming first again? Even if all the times you’ve done that were a victory for me? Ha… I wonder whether you’re challenging me or yourself.” He teased, already turned on, as he walked closer to you undoing his pants.

Wanderer: His love for you doesn’t only make him keep having sex with you but also makes him keep living. The care that you have for him didn’t seem to change even if you didn’t know his past self anymore. That makes him feel he won’t be betrayed romantically even if you’re a social butterfly. But… since you’re a human, it means that you’ll have to go one day (more known as “betray” in his head). So he wants to enjoy every second of you, the same way he wants you to enjoy every second of him. The way that you reassure him of his insecurities and traumas naturally just gives him too much pleasure, sexually or not.

“Say that again…” He whimpered in your ear desperately after you moaned that you loved his sex meanwhile he fucked you from behind. The way he moaned after you repeated it, this time with an “I love you”, was animalistic. “Oh god… say that again… just keep saying that…” He begged while accelerating his pace, too embarrassed to tell you he loves you back.

N - No (What are things they would never do while having sex? And why?)

Scaramouche: Scaramouche thought he didn’t have any no’s in sex until the day you joked about calling him Kabukimono during it. He laughed at first but soon realized he actually hated that idea and kinda got mad at you for suggesting something so disgusting like that. It just felt wrong to have you calling him a nickname that came from people that had all betrayed him one day. His mother, his best friend and a sick kid? No. Just no. His name is Scaramouche and his title is The Balladeer. That’s all you can name him as.

“You only realized that what you said about calling me by my past name, given to me by worthless people, was terrible now?” Scaramouche asked angrily but also jokingly, avoiding eye contact like you were truly disgusting. You really didn’t know that those names were that triggering to him and genuinely felt bad for him.

Wanderer: Wanderer has many more no’s compared to his past self and you. But aside from his past wishes he’s and the obvious no’s, his weirdest no in sex is you riding him. He just can’t feel comfortable in that position at all. You are the one who locks his hands against the bed, settle a rhythm for him to follow and especially, see him in such a vulnerable state. He has been through so much humiliation and manipulation in his life that he really wants to stay far from anything that gives him the slightest feeling of being used. And that position gives him that same feeling.

“N-No..! I don’t like this! Please stop..!” He asked desperately out of nowhere. You stopped riding him immediately and quit the position in a second, trying to comfort him and understand what was going on. It was the first time you two were trying that position and you were going very slow. “I-I’m sorry, I just… don’t like to see myself in this position...” He explained, completely embarrassed for ruining the moment and gasping for air.

O - Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving?)

Scaramouche: Giving. Scaramouche loves to see you crumbling from above him while he’s giving you a cunnilingus. And trust me, he is good at it. He’ll do it until your legs are trembling, trying their best to smash his head further inside you, until all you can mutter are moans and pleads for him to either fuck you or go faster. Even if he’s not a huge fan of your hands gripping on his hair for dear life, he likes the fact that it basically means you are feeling the agony of being touched in such a sensible spot.

“I know, I know… but I’m having so much fun toying you here that I just… don’t wanna leave. Not until I’m satisfied.” Scara said between licks and breathes on your sensible clit. He continued to mouth you everywhere for barely an hour without breaking eye contact. Not even for a mere second.

Wanderer: Receiving. Wanderer is indeed a very reserved guy, that’s why you were so surprised to him like oral sex that much when you two first tried it. He was trying his best to not grip your hair too hard, to swallow his moans in, but it was too much for him. To have you kneeling at his front, sucking him so passionately and obediently was just too perfect for him. He felt such a huge feeling of power and privacy that made him fall in love with it. He never asks for it tho, because it is indeed a very embarrassing position for him.

“I-I’m sorry… I can’t hold it… this is too good…” He said between deep breathes, whimpers and moans as he gripped on your head tight to make you suck him faster. He was against a wall, barely managing to stand up. His other hand was trying its best to not grip on your head as well, scratching the wall for dear life.

P - Pace (Are they quick or slow? Rough or gentle?)

Scaramouche: It depends on what are you or him trying to do exactly. If he wants to edge you, he’ll go as rough as possible but torturously slow. If he wants you to cum faster than him, he’ll go as quick and rough as possible. He’s never going to be gentle to you, even if it’s supposed to be a more romantic sex.

“You like it here, yeah? Then I’ll fuck you right here until you’re brainless…” He commented, completely lustful for you and the moment as he roughly and slowly thrusted you all the way to your cervix, making you scream at each thrust.

Wanderer: He’ll most likely going to be slow and gentle most of the times. He wants this kind of moment to last as much as it can so both of you savor each other as much as you can, remember the feeling of doing that with each other and long to savor it again. He’ll never be rough with you, not at Scaramouche’s level. He’ll maybe go quick at you depending on the situation but usually he’ll just accelerate when you or him are close to climaxing.

“Faster..?” He asked, almost sounding like a husky whimper, when you whispered the command. “I will, my love… I will…” He said a little louder as he gripped and pushed your wrists harder in the bed and begun accelerating.

Q - Quickies (What do they think of quickies?)

Scaramouche: No matter where you two are, he’ll always ask for it when he finds the opportunity to have sex. A third person in the room said they’d go to the bathroom because they’re not feeling well and think they’ll vomit? He’ll not let you go help, instead, he’ll give you oral sex. Even if you two are caught he’ll most likely not going to stop. Why would he? It’s free porn for whoever is watching anyway… and he’ll obviously be more obvious about it if the environment is private.

“This is a nice kitchen, isn’t it?” He asked playfully as soon as the last maid left the scene and closed the door behind you two. “The maids’ lunch last around 30 minutes… do you know what can we do in these 30 minutes?” He asked, stepping closer to you with a smirk forming in his face. “Hint: it’s something I’ve been longing for a while now…” He said, finally pinching your chin and pulling you for a hot kiss.

Wanderer: Wanderer is actually a big hater of quickies and will only do it if you want it, there’s time for an orgasm and no possible intruders. For example, morning sex. If he’s the one that wants it, he’ll just hold it until it’s safe and nighttime. He thinks quickies ruin the entire meaning of sex. The closure, intimacy, love and lust is barely existent when the intent of it is being quick.

“Are you sure..? You have many work to do today, I don’t want you to be late.” He asked you, his mouth centimeters away from yours as he held your hips gracefully. You slowly pulled him with you to the bed behind you as you said “yes”. “Are you really, really sure..?” He asked you again, and you finally convinced him that you wanted it.

R - Risks (How far are they willing to risk?)

Scaramouche: He’ll risk whatever goes through his or your mind. Public sex? Yes. Elemental Reactions during sex? Yes. Upside down sex? Yes. Sex inside Shouki no Kami? Sounds fun. He’s going to risk everything possible aside from his single no and your no’s if you even some.

“What about… a good old missionary at night, in the Anemo Archon’s statue? In the hands more specifically.” He asked as he stared at the statue with you. You had a mission to investigate the location of the Anemo Gnosis but he insisted on going with you since he had nothing to do.

Wanderer: Barely anything. All that he’s willing to try new fetishes and positions but it has to be in a extremely private scenario. Anything that is public or dangerous to your health will be instantly denied by him.

“Are you serious?” Asked Wanderer after you suggested having sex in the snow of Snezhnaya’s high mountains. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t want you to freeze to death because of a weird fetish. Here, just put this on and let’s continue.” He denied, giving you his hat in order to try warning you up better, insecure about your state.

S - Stamina (How far can they go?)

Since they’re the same person, they both have the answer, which is: days. They’re puppets, they were made to last way longer than a normal human being. Both of them could go as far as they wished to, but they know you are a mere human that can barely last a round. So they just decide to go until your limit.

T - Toys (Do they use toys? Which ones?)

Scaramouche: Personally, Scaramouche doesn’t really like to use toys. He likes natural sex, so that he can control you the way he wants to and show you how no one is better than him. And if there was a dildo shoved inside you rather than his actual dick, it’d make you feel better, and believe it or not, that thought actually makes him feel a little insecure. He also owns a plastic dick, so why don’t you feel better with his? So he decided to throw them away. But don’t you think it’s over! He owns a Vision and Illusion and he makes sure to use them greatly against you when he feels like it. So prepare to have your pussy zapped when receiving a cunnilingus…

“Harder..? How hard do you want it, huh? Like this?” He asked you jokingly before slightly zapping your clit using his fingers. “Ha… you actually seem to like this, don’t you..?” Scaramouche asked with a curious smirk before continuing moving his hand in and out of your pussy. But now with sudden zaps with no rythym to catch up on, making you have a pretty messy, electrical orgasm.

Wanderer: Since Wanderer like to have you using handcuffs and blindfolds, he can’t really say that he doesn’t like using toys. But he doesn’t feel like using any other toys rather than these two. Even after going through a rough existential crisis, he somehow still feels insecure about vibrators…

“These look so pretty in you, my love…” Wanderer complimented, gently caressing your wrists that had just been handcuffed with your newest pair of red handcuffs.

U - Unfair (How unfair and teasing are they with you?)

Scaramouche: Just like mentioned in G section, Scaramouche will always try to make the situation unfair to you. He’ll put you in difficult positions and situations, tease you both mentally and physically in search of full control of you and go silent to make you feel dirty by yourself. Even after sex he’ll mess with you! He wants you to go home with the thoughts of him. And it works, because no matter how unfair he is with you, you still play your part in his little game.

“The more you complain and beg, the more I’ll remain here.” Scaramouche threatened as he fingered you robotically, making you go nuts with such effortless thrusts.

Wanderer: The only unfair thing Wanderer might do in sex is taking his clothes off way after he took yours off. After that he’s an absolute angel. Why? Because he just wants to live a common human life, and you letting him have the experience of a romantic relationship and sex makes it so much better and real to his eyes. He’ll spend the rest of your days cherishing you.

“Sorry… I’ll take my clothes off now…” Wanderer said embarrassed at having you asking him that. But you two were making out for some good minutes by now and only you were naked for no reason.

V - Volume (How high are they? And what sounds do they make?)

Scaramouche: A stressed guy like Scaramouche barely makes any sound during sex at all. Initially, it was just because you two weren’t intimate, but it quickly became his thing. He wanted not only to hear all of you, but wanted you to hear yourself, moaning and whining so dirtily and desperately for the amount of pleasure he gave you. He’d be extra silent if you two could be heard or seen by a possible intruder having sex in a risky area. But he can go fully silent, and he does if he was doing it not on his mood, for example, if you challenged him in a time where he wasn’t longing for you. He’d be smirking the entire time, hearing you spill it all out while he was as quiet as a rock. But when he’s feeling pleasure, he’ll hiss a lot and groan shortly with his mouth closed most of the times.

“Are you trying to get attention, huh? Making so much noise over so little… I can’t wait to hear how high you’ll be screaming when I cum inside you.” Scaramouche whispered in your ear, trying his best to not let out a single moan, even if he was feeling as much pleasure as you.

Wanderer: Wanderer is also a pretty quiet boy when having sex, but this time is because he still doesn’t know how to express his pleasure. He feels so embarrassed and dirty making that kind of noise, afraid that you’d find him perverted or anything. It’s an irrational insecurity, he knows. You would moan and scream until all the air inside your lungs was gone and he wouldn’t think you were perverted like he thought it would happen to him. But he is slowly letting himself be more and more louder with you by slightly moaning in your ears and breathing hard.

“You only keep tightening around me…” Wanderer commented between low groans and pants, trying to not make too much noise. “I want more…” He confessed, pushing you and him to the corner of the table to have a better angle to thrust you deep.

W - Wild Card (A random headcannon)

Scaramouche: He really likes kimonos. Since he’s from Inazuma, he was grown in a culture where kimonos are top fashion. That’s why his own uniform was designed with both Snezhnayan and Inazuman fashion. But during a mission assigned to you two in Inazuma of spying on the Shogun, the date coincidentally fell on a traditional Inazuman festival which you two decided to participate in search of the Shogun’s presence. But he totally forgot that during this day, the participants were supposed to wear kimonos to fit in, and oh… my… god. He couldn’t stop staring at you. He thought you looked beautiful in one but because of your relationship with him, it also made him feel turned on. He pulled to the first corner he saw and gave you a leg-shivering oral.

“You’re so lucky… that this dress is rented… or else I would be fucking you to oblivion in it right now… and ripping it apart after cumming all around it…” He teased between licks and breathes on your warm pussy he was eating.

Wanderer: Wanderer has a weird curiosity on the female human body and always likes to stare you at you like a piece of art whenever he’s seeing you naked. He thinks it’s so smaller than a male’s… but the curves and shape are so much prettier… he can’t describe it at all. But he really likes to stare at your anatomy while doing it with him or sleeping with him after it. And oh if you dare to try putting your clothes on after it.

“No, no. Stay right here. We have a blanket for that.” Wanderer said, pulling you through your wrist back to the bed, covering your body with your blanket afterwards. He waited until you were asleep to begin touching a piece of a hair while he looked at you up and down repeatedly.

X - X-Ray (How big are they?)

Since they’re the same person and puppet, both of them share the same answer: average sized. Even if Ei did put a dick in his body during his creation, she was no pervert and made it sized enough for an average vagina. He also cannot change its size or thickness, but he wish he could adjust to the perfect size to fill you all up with each thrust just he can adjust his neck and arms…

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Scaramouche: It is obviously pretty high, but he will never tell you that. He gets turned on with almost everything that you do. Your voice, body, manners, clothes… but he only shows his thirst for you when either you or him challenge each other in bed. The feeling of challenging or being challenged excites him a lot, and you know that he never resists when you whisper one in his ear. You’re still the one that takes most initiative in sex tho, but Scaramouche is probably going to take lead in that as well soon.

“You know just how to make me fuck you, don’t you?” Scaramouche asked, turning his face to you with a lusty smirk in his face. He was sat down at a chair in his office and you were whispering naughty thoughts right in his ear. You were asking for lose your ability to walk.

Wanderer: His sex drive is pretty average. He doesn’t get turned on with absolutely everything but still can feel amused with common daily things such as leaning your back to reach something that feel in the floor and jealously. Still, you’re definitely the one that takes most initiative in sex, to either make it or try something new.

“Can we… you know…” Wanderer whispered in your ear very lowly, completely out of nowhere and unable to finish the sentence. You two were simply about to sleep in a spooning position again. “Can we have sex..?” He finally said it, making the situation unnecessarily tense and sexual.

Z - Zzz… (How long does it take for them to sleep after it?)

Scaramouche: You two don’t usually do it in nighttime, which naturally decreases the amounts of nights you have him sleeping with you, but even when it is, he’ll most likely wait for you to sleep in his arms and leave the scene quietly after some long minutes or hours. He’s a puppet, he doesn’t need to sleep. But the more you two explore and discover more about each other, the more he feels like letting himself get a bit of a rest after it by your side, hugging you like a squid using its tentacles. Don’t blame him, nightmares torment most of the nights he decides to sleep.

Wanderer: A few minutes. Wanderer doesn’t need to sleep as well, but he usually feels so in-love and thankful for you after a hot, lusty and tiring night of sex that he allows himself to relax and enjoy the beauty of the woman in front of him until he finally decided to close his eyes. And when he does, he’ll hug you very tight just like Scaramouche would and put your head under his for the instinct of protecting you from this cruel world. Plus, when he realized that he never had a single nightmare when sleeping with you, he stopped sneaking out and leaving the scene after you fall asleep, no matter how much he needs to do something outside the bed. He’ll reciprocate the comfort you give him every day.

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[cheriladycl01]

My girlfriend jousts! Charles Leclerc x SouthKoreanOlympicFencing! Reader

Plot: Charles Leclerc finally dates outside of his friendship circle, nobody in the paddock has met you yet. He invites you to your first race and tries to explain your job to everyone...

You walked next to your boyfriend F1 driver Charles Leclerc. It was your first time in the paddock with him and you were very nervous. You'd never met his team-mate Carlos Sainz, or any of the drivers for the matter.

You reached out to take his hand which he took happily, pulling it up and kissing the top of your hand.

"There's no need to worry! Everyone's going to love you!" he smiles down at you, you rub your thumb over his knuckles as a comforting gesture for yourself.

You both swiped in and he didn't leave your side, no matter how many people came up to talk to him. Weather it was the likes of Will Buxton, wanting to talk to him about the car, or a fan asking for a signature on a Ferrari cap or one of his fellow drivers offering him quick good lucks for the weekend as they rush off to whatever media duties they have.

"Come on, lets go find Carlos! I'll introduce you to Rebecca" he smiles as you both head over to the Ferrari motorhome. You can tell everyone really is like family there, Charles walks you round introducing you to all the mechanics and the social media staff. Literally anyone he can find he goes up to, and he knows their names and is asking them about their families.

"Oh! Yes this is my girlfriend Y/N. She's much cooler than me... she jousts for her job!" he exclaims using the worst way possible to describe what you do.

"Excuse me?" the man laughs, not really understanding what Charles was trying to explain your job as.

"I'm a South Korean Olympic Fencer. I competed in the 2021 Olympics in Tokyo. Charles just finds it funny to tell people i joust like some medieval brute!" you smile at the mechanic who laughs nodding.

"I knew i recognized you from somewhere, just couldn't put my mind too it where I support Italy!" he smiles and you nod at him.

"So what's it like being a fencer?" he asks.

"I enjoy it, there's obviously a certain level of talent too it and dedication but i've also found its rather artistic" you smile while explaining how you've linked your training schedule up to Charles' with Joris so you can get fitter before the next games.

You'd placed silver which had been incredible but like most olympians or people in sort you wanted that gold. You'd noticed major improvements in the way you'd fenced since you'd gone to training with Charles. You basically copied his everyday routine. You ate what he ate and you exercised like he did.

Next up Carlos came jogging over Rebecca as graceful as ever floating behind him greeting everyone that she passed.

"Omg hello! You must be Charles girlfriend. He and Carlos have told me all about you!" Rebecca smiles but you struggle to understand her because of the strong Scottish accent. It took you months to get around the way Charles spoke that you actually found it easier if you both spoke in French, which you'd learned at school. But you eventually both got around that curve-ball.

"Hello. It's nice to meet, both of you. Charles has also told me lots about you!" you admit smiling at her, she pulls you into a hug which you kindly accept and try to not make the first contact awkward.

You all ended up having lunch together in the Ferrari hospitality talking about everything and how you'd be flying back to Korea next week. Carlos said how he was upset that the Korean International Circuit wasn't on the roster anymore and that he'd never driven round it and might never get too.

Charles was very touchy all day, every time he left you to go do something team related he either held onto you while you walked him to wherever he needed to be. You'd wait and he'd rush straight back out pulling you into a hug kissing your neck and burying his head into the crook of it.

"What's wrong Jagiya (Baby)?" you asked looking to him and holding him.

"I just want to go home with you" he sighs, you can tell its not been a good day with the media considering they kept asking about his DNF in last weekends race.

"Mmmmm and we will. But I think you have some more friends to introduce me to" you grinned at him.

He introduced you to Lando and Oscar, who you both enjoyed their vibe. You found it easy to make conversation with Lando and his upbeat energy and Oscar had very funny and comedially timed inputs and ad libs to the conversation but also had a comforting silence you enjoyed.

He also introduced you to Pierre saying how they'd been best friends since they were very young and they'd come all the way through Karting together.

Pierre asked his girlfriend Kika to come over and introduced the two of you. Being similar ages you both got on having similar sense of humors and were into the same things.

You spent the rest of the day walking round the paddock with her, until someone caught you for an interview. It seemed to be Sky News, you'd been privy to Sky News before when they captured you in the Olympics.

"So Y/N it's your first time here! How have you found the energy of the paddock?" he asks.

"Yes, it's been very faced pace I think I've met and spoken to more people today than i have in my 23 years I've been around!" you joke laughing with the presenter.

"And how does it feel, as a Silver Olympic medalist to be around a sport like this?" he asks.

"Yeah, I mean from a very young age I was active and enjoyed different types of sport. My mum really wanted to pursue Taekwando as it's our national sport but I was never an aggressive person. I tried football and then when i was sent to a boarding school I was enlisted for fencing and I just stuck with it!" you answer politely.

"So, as i'm from the UK I would assume that your Premiere League Team is Spurs?" he asks hoping you liked football still to this day.

"Yes, I do. I try watch them at any opportunity i can! Sometimes and don't tell Charlie but I've skipped qually to watch them play" you say biting your lip a little.

The quick interview wraps up and it was safe to say that afterwards Charles Leclerc was now having to share his girlfriend with everyone online who had fallen in love with her personality.

"You look cute here!" Charles says latter that night a still from your interview on the TV where he'd paused it. You were laughing at something the interviewer had said and you hand was over your face covering it while your sharp eyes crinkled from your smile.

"Mmmm today was fun! I'd like to come to this more often!" you smile at him, flopping down onto the bed and playing with the collar of his red team shirt.

"Yeah? You would?" he asks and you nod before pulling him into a hug.

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y/user: Amazing weekend at my first race! The Scuderia was very exciting. Thank you for the time @scuderiaferrari

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[stellarsturniolos]

━━ ⟢‘MEANT TO BE’ ╰  M.S.

pairing: matt sturniolo x plus-sized!reader

content warning: mentions of insecurity & comparison, brief mention of bullying, reader struggles with body image, cursing.

A/N: reblogs and likes are appreciated! i do NOT give consent for my work to be copied or uploaded to any other platform. thank you. this is my first time posting my writing in years, so please be kind. ily.

falling in love with your childhood best friend, matthew bernard sturniolo, was not something you saw coming. although you probably should’ve seen it coming.

you grew up with matt, nick and chris and you’ve always been incredibly close with all three of them — but matt was always special. the two of you had a very unique bond from the moment you met. being around matt was an instant serotonin boost for you, every time you saw him. 

matt was always your overzealous protector — he was always around to make you feel safe, whether it be from something as small as a bumble bee or from something more severe like the assholes who bullied you in high school.

he never failed to make you feel beautiful. every time you saw him, even if it was just on facetime, he complimented you. any time you felt insecure about your body, he was there to comfort you and let you know that he thought you were perfect as you were. 

you always just assumed he did all of those things because he was a very good best friend. even when he would intertwine his fingers with your own, or hold you in his arms a little too tight when you’d hug him goodbye, and you’d feel the fluttery sensation of butterflies in your stomach, you never thought you were in love with him.

you finally came to terms with your true feelings for matt when he went on a date with a flawless instagram model who slid into his dms because she was a fan of the triplets youtube channel. 

you tried to be happy for him. you really did. but the jealousy nearly ate you alive.

for the entire duration of his date, you tried your best to distract yourself — you tried to read your favorite chapters of your favorite book, and you even turned on your most beloved episode of your favorite tv show, but nothing kept your attention. 

you found yourself looking at every photo the model he was on a date with had ever posted on instagram. and comparing yourself to her. she’s tiny, you’re heavy. she has clear skin, you don’t. she’s beautiful, you’re not. 

the insecurity was tearing you apart, slowly but surely. 

you felt sad because you wanted matt to want you. but he was on a date with a hot model who had millions of followers and a perfect body.

and you?

you didn’t look nearly as pretty as she did. not to mention you were just an average college student. you weren’t famous, you didn’t have an abundance of cash lying around, you didn’t understand what it was like to be an influencer. not the way she did. 

what did you have to offer matt? absolutely nothing. but that didn’t stop you from wanting him. 

you felt tears blur your vision and you quickly blinked them away. you didn’t want to cry. 

when you heard a knock on your apartment door, you were pulled out of the hateful thoughts you were thinking about yourself. it was nearly dark outside and you weren’t expecting company, but as they say, curiosity killed the cat. so you opened the door.

you were both surprised and pleased to see matt on the other side of the door.

“oh. hi, matty.” your smile was faint. “not that i’m unhappy to see you, but.. aren’t you supposed to be on a date right now?” 

“i was on a date. but i left.” he said, pushing past you and walking into your apartment. he started pacing and let out a deep sigh. “i left because i don’t want to date her. i.. i wanna date someone else.” 

you felt your heart fall into your ass and you almost forget to respond. of course he’s in love with someone. that’s just your luck. “oh, um.. okay. am i allowed to ask who the lucky girl is?” 

he just stared at you for a long moment — his big, wide, beautiful blue eyes almost stared a hole through your soul.

he moved closer to you and laced his fingers with yours, which wasn’t unusual. you two held hands all the time. but your heart still skipped a beat. 

“i need to tell you something,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “but i need to make something clear first. if you don’t feel the way i feel, i’ll understand, okay? you’re always gonna be my best friend. if friendship is all you wanna give me — that’s enough. you’re always enough. but, um.. i just need you to know that i, uh..” he laughed softly, a nervous chuckle, but continued to hold eye contact with you. almost like he was afraid you’d disappear if he looked away. “this is harder than i thought. holy shit. i just.. want you to know that.. i’m really fucking in love with you. and that’s why i left my date tonight.” 

your mind shut off. your brain felt fucking paralyzed. your entire body was frozen. your mouth moved, but no words would come out.

you felt his hand shaking as he held onto you for dear life. “can you, um, say something? please?” 

the vulnerability in his tone made your brain flip a switch and fucking start working again. “matty.” you breathed out his name, then in a soft voice, you asked. “do you really mean it?” 

instead of responding, he pulled you even closer and then suddenly his lips were touching yours. matthew sturniolo’s lips were touching yours. it was soft, almost hesitant, but it was the most perfect kiss you’d ever experienced. 

he pulled back, but he stayed close. so, so close. too close but not close enough at the same time. “i’ve never said anything more fucking true in my life. i love you.” 

with teary eyes and a bright smile, you said. “fuck. i love you so goddamn much, matt sturniolo.” 

the way he smiled at you in that moment lit up his entire face. and your heart. 

he reached up with both hands, grabbed your face and pulled you in for another kiss. this one more heated than the last. 

[marlynnofmany]

I Know A Guy

The post office on this space station was close to the landing docks, nice and convenient, so several of us went to check our mail while Captain Sunlight met with the sister ship. Not all of the crew had mail drops set up, but I did; this station was a big hub that we stopped at with some regularity. Perfect for relaying the occasional news from home.

And care packages, as it turned out.

I opened the box with some curiosity, sitting on a bench while the others waited in line and the spaceport bustled around us. Inside I found multivitamins, a letter from my parents, a type of cereal that I’d loved as a kid, and a smaller box with a sun logo.

“Ooh, what’d you get?” Paint asked, trotting over with her own box clutched to her scaly orange chest.

“A lot of stuff,” I said in distraction, turning the sun box in search of words. No luck. I opened it to find a fist-sized yellow globe and a base with lots of buttons. And an instruction booklet, thankfully. “Oh, it’s a sun lamp!”

“It even looks like a little sun; how nice! Is it warm, or just bright?” Paint gave it an appreciative look while she opened her package.

“Not sure yet.” I skimmed the instructions and decided to leave that for later. “It’s thoughtful, though. I think my parents were concerned that I’m not getting enough Vitamin D up in space. And other vitamins.” I rattled the bottle.

“That’s a lot of vitamins.”

“Yup. And look, they found the discontinued cereal! I thought it was gone for good.” I carefully opened a corner and fished out a palmful of the maple syrup flavored crunchy goodness that I hadn’t had in years. It was just as tasty as I’d remembered.

Paint sniffed the air. “I don’t recognize that smell. What kind of food is it?”

“Breakfast food,” I said. “I think it’s wheat based, so it’s basically made from ground-up seeds, and flavored with sweet tree sap.”

“That’s … creative,” Paint said.

“Delicious, too. Most tree saps aren’t worth eating, but this one is.” I crunched another mouthful. “Want some?”

“No thank you,” was the prim answer that I’d fully expected. “But look what I got! Fancy heat stickers!” Paint held up a stack of vividly colored starburst shapes, fanned out like playing cards. “I’m going to see if Sunlight, Coals, and Eggskin want any.”

“Thoughtful of you,” I said, closing up the cereal. All four of the lizardy Heatseekers on our ship enjoyed warm things. The ambient temperature was always kept at a comfortable compromise for the various species onboard, but a handy little warm sticker that wouldn’t get in the way was bound to be appreciated.

“Oh, they’re even scented,” Paint said, rubbing one against her snout. “I’m going to have to order more of these.” She sorted through the stack, checking scents and color variations.

Mur and Zhee were still in line, stuck behind a Frillian who was shipping many things to many places, so I settled in to read the note from home while I waited. It was a nice update on the various goings-on of the extended family; all reasonably good news, nothing earth-shattering. Somebody got a scholarship, somebody had twins, somebody was doing well in a competitive bumper-ship derby league, and was incredibly excited about it. There was a lot of detail about that one. I got the impression that this particular second cousin had given everybody a rundown at a family gathering, so now they all knew more about the best types of shrapnel shielding than they probably wanted to. Sounded like the favorite was a human-made version, combining tech that other species had already come up with. The force field worked with the ship’s scanner to predict which parts of the shield would need the most power for a given impact. My cousin was a big fan.

The quiet slap of tentacles on the ground accompanied Mur. “Well that was a long wait,” he said. “But now I’m all set for media for the foreseeable future.” He held a data chip in one tentacle.

Zhee was right behind him, hissing in what sounded like joy instead of irritation for once. He set a box down between his bug feet, not waiting for a bench, and tore it open with his pincher arms. Inside was something that looked like another kind of data chip, and something with straps that I couldn’t begin to figure out.

“Excellent,” Zhee said. “The correct version, the highest quality, and Trrili does not get to listen to it, heathen that she is.”

It took me a second. “Oh, that’s music?” I thought back to the impassioned rant about Trrili’s incorrect opinions on traditional Mesmer leg-singing. I hoped Zhee played it quietly. “And is that — I want to say ‘headphones,’ but—”

“Personal speakers, yes,” Zhee said as he stuffed it all back in the box. “I will be able to listen to the glorious arias in privacy.”

Paint nodded. “Great idea.” She’d heard the leg-singing when I did, and probably wasn’t eager to hear the artful screeching again.

I was trying to guess whether Zhee would be offended if I asked where his ears were, since it occurred to me that I didn’t actually know. But the others were gathering up their things to head back to the ship, and I decided to put it off until later. Maybe I’d ask Eggskin the medic instead.

Something occurred to me as I put the letter back in the box. “Hey guys, pose for a second. I want to send my family a picture with some of my cool alien coworkers.”

The three of them agreed that they were awesome and worth photographing. (Their responses ranged from excited to confident to egotistical.) A few moments later, I had a fantastic group selfie to send with my letter back. Paint’s open-mouthed lizard smile was adorable; Mur stood tall on his blue-black tentacles; Zhee loomed over all of us with the lights shining off his purple exoskeleton; then there was me grinning in the front. I’d definitely be keeping a copy of this.

We made our way back to the ship where it was parked next to a similar lemon-shaped courier ship with folded solar sails. The two captains hadn’t gone inside yet, which made me wonder what they were discussing with such intense expressions.

As we approached, Captain Sunlight was saying, “I may know someone who can help us out, but I’d hate to give him the satisfaction.”

She broke off when Paint trotted up to give her a handful of heat stickers and to show off the blue-white one she herself was wearing. Apparently it smelled like a plant I’d never heard of.

“Thank you; that’s very thoughtful,” Captain Sunlight said. “Those sound like just the thing.” She picked out a green one and pasted it to her own chest, where it contrasted nicely with her yellow scales.

Zhee and Mur tromped into the ship. I lingered, curious. “Is all the ship business going all right?” I asked.

“For the moment,” the captain said as she stowed the rest of the stickers and the backing for that one in her belt pouch. “Just considering our options with some monetary considerations.”

Captain Kamm waved a tentacle. “Both ships are on the family plan for damage insurance, and the rates have made an unpleasant jump.”

I shifted the box to my other side. “Do we need to earn more money?”

“No, it will be all right.” Captain Sunlight shook her head. “I have a lead on a better deal. I just need to make a call or two.”

Captain Kamm ushered us all into our ship, wasting no time. Paint disappeared to share her heat stickers while the two captains adjourned to the lounge. I put my things away and hurried back. No one had told me to mind my own business, so I was going to listen in before writing a letter to send back home.

I was quick, but Captain Sunlight was quicker. She was just ending the holo call when I arrived. A green-scaled Heatseeker gazed earnestly from the projection, urging her to get back to him as soon as she could.

“If you can get better shields, I can promise you a savings of at least 15% compared to your current plan!”

“Yes, thank you,” Captain Sunlight said. “I’ll see what I can do. Say hi to the elders for me.”

He said he would, and she turned off the projection with another deep sigh. Captain Kamm sat next to her, weaving tentacles together thoughtfully.

Captain Sunlight tossed the communicator onto the table and sat back with folded arms. “Of course it couldn’t be that simple. He talks a good game at every gathering, but oh no: prerequisites.”

I sat down at the end of the couch, absently petting Telly who was curled up in the center. In proper cat fashion, she responded by stretching to take up even more space. I was thinking about what the captain had just said about shields.

I asked, “Does he need a certain kind in order to get us the better deal?”

Captain Sunlight waved a hand. “Just a higher degree of resistance to micrometeorites. The shielding we have is perfectly serviceable, but it’s apparently not enough for the good rates.”

“Would we need to overhaul everything, or would it be enough to layer another kind over what we have? Like, say, a kind that connects to the ship’s scanners?”

The captain gave me a look. “Do you have a specific type in mind?”

“Possibly,” I said. “Are you familiar with bumper-ship derbies?”

Captain Kamm twirled a tentacle. “That’s some of the human ‘adrenaline junkie’ nonsense, yes?”

“I think there are some Smashers and other races that really get into it as well, but yes,” I said. “The letter from home I just got mentioned the shielding they use.”

I explained what I knew while they listened intently. Paint came in to join us and sat on the other side of Telly, who took the extra attention as her due. By the time I was done talking, everyone in the room was looking optimistic.

“Go ahead and reach out,” Captain Sunlight said. “We don’t have to rush off anytime soon. With any luck, we can get all this settled at once.”

“Here’s hoping!” Captain Kamm said, touching four tentacle-tips together over her head in what looked like the Strongarm version of crossed fingers.

“I’ll see if I can route a call through to home now,” I said, getting up.

Telly meowed in protest at the movement, then crawled onto Paint’s lap and rubbed her head against the heat sticker, purring audibly. Paint looked delighted.

I left with a wave, hurrying off to my quarters with plans to make a phone call, potentially save the day, then set up the sun lamp for the benefit of a certain fuzzy little heat-lover as well as for my own sake.

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These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

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The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

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Some more DA:TV and related snippets from Sylvia Feketekuty, Part 4. rest of post under a cut due to length and spoilers. [Post One, Post Two, Post Three]

User: "How and when did he and her(johanna) meet? What was the story between him and her back then?" // Sylvia Feketekuty: "1. So I always imagined he and Johanna met pretty early on, in the Watchers. In their teens, maybe? (Hezenkoss was a pretty exceptional mage and Emmrich was raised by the MW, so I imagine both were fast tracked into the order.) 2. I have rough ideas, but of course since not much is in the game, not much is set in stone. One thing I did hint at obliquely I think is okay to expand on: when Hezenkoss complains about the Venatori and Emmrich says disapprovingly they remind him of Tevinter's nobility, and she agrees. In my mind, I imagine Hezenkoss came from a family not that much more socially higher than Emmrich's. So they were kids who probably bonded early on not only out of intellectual curiosity, but because they both came from working class families compared to students from the elites." [source, two, three]

Nick Boraine: "Hey Sylvia. thanks for writing such a beautiful character. I loved saying your words. Hope to again one day." [source] // Sylvia: "Nick! Hello! I hope you've been soaking in people's reactions to your wonderful performance. People have fallen in love with it! "Hope to again one day." If the stars align, I'd love that! Also: hope you saw that Emmrich picked up the Silver for "best new character" on the Playstation blog fan vote!" [source, two, three] // Nick: "I have indeed - it’s been incredible. So grateful. Hoping VG companies will all come on board soon and we can end the strike. I’d love to interact more with all the fans." [source] // Sylvia: "I'm glad to hear you've been getting to see some of the fan reactions! "Hoping VG companies will all come on board soon and we can end the strike." Amen to that. Best of luck to everyone holding the line, you all deserve what you're asking for and more." [source]

User: "I had been looking forward to learning more about the Mourn Watch since reading “Down Among the Dead Men” (which made me cry!), and it has been such a delight to explore that part of DAV" // Sylvia: "I'm especially touched to hear that about DatDM. It was a privilege to be the first writer who got to really open up the tombs in that story." [source]

User: "I'd be interested to know if you know any fun facts or something about the nevarran language featured in the game" // Sylvia: "Ah, tomb-script. I named it but it was our concept artists who went developed it with the hexagon shape-language of the Mourn Watch, which I loved. Conceptually: I think it's used purely an occult or sacred language. Something for the graves, or books on magic, but not everyday things." [source] // User: "The artists did an amazing job—it’s such a unique and visually striking evolution of Elvhen script, and it really highlights the distinct Nevarran aesthetic beautifully. It would be great to hear more about it if there's anything you're able to share from the concept/lore side of its development!" // Sylvia: "I don't know if I have too much more, but I did love how our artists made it follow the hexagonal shape-language of the Mourn Watch in general. (It's everywhere in their architecture and props.)" [source]

User: "1. What was Emmrich like as a student? Did he struggle with a particular topic in classes? Hezenkoss says some about him dragging her to parties so I was wondering if he was wilder in his youth" // Sylvia: "1. I think he was a diligent but very social student, very outgoing and fairly popular. I can't think of what lessons he might be bad at, not because he was good at all of them, but because that would mean getting into extreme detail about the MWers academia. e.g. I think it's fair to say visualizing and compartmentalizing thoughts and memetic rituals is part of casting magic, but but what do those classes LOOK like? How many are broken into sub-specialties? Etc. That said, even though I'm not sure how much it'd come up, Emmrich is absolutely terrible with anything mechanical. (Touched on that in some banter between him and Bellara.) 3. I'd say someone achieving the rank of Watcher is probably discussed by senior staff members, and is tailored to each mage. More about competence, temperament, and control, rather than passing a set test. (Which could include a thesis or a practical demonstration, but not as an end-goal per se.)" [source, two, three, four, five]

User: "could Emmrich be considered a spirit healer, or rather whatever it is that makes a spirit healer have that extra affinity for spirits? (I always felt like the healer bit was encouraged out of fear) Is corpse whispering a subset of that or a different thing entirely?" // Sylvia: "I definitely feel Nevarran necromancy is in the same realm in general, yet that Emmrich's corpse whispering isn't drawing on spirits to function, it's his own personal will. If that makes sense." [source] // User: "I think I understand! Like he can comprehend the spirits a little more clearly than most so they're inclined to want to interact with him but the corpse whispering itself is his own request/demand, the spirit/corpse/whatever a soul is is responding rather than assisting with the magic itself?" // Sylvia: "Yes! I think that's a good description of it." [source]

User: "I have to ask, did you write the Josephine letter to the inquisitor codex?" // Sylvia: "that was indeed me! I liked revisiting those two, even a little bit, in that letter." [source]

User: "since he's interested in botany, do you think he'd enjoy opening up a flower shop with a romanced Rook?" // Sylvia: "I don't think he's a man interested in the headaches of running a business, but if Rook REALLY wanted to go for it, Emmrich would probably help grow the plants." [source]

User: "my question is did any of nick’s performance inform how you wrote emmrich, because some of the scenes of his i had to stop the game and just take in the perfect unity of actor and writer voice to conceive such a realized character. and were you always interested in claiming emm to write?" // Sylvia: "1. Yes, absolutely. Nick got who Emmrich was, right away, and that informed future writing once I knew what Emmrich actually sounded like, how Nick embodied those emotions. 2. I pitched Emmrich, so: yes, absolutely! I'd always thought the Grand Necropolis and its inhabitants sounded like a very cool corner of Thedas, and I'm partial to necromancers in general, so "necromancer" was the first thing I thought of when it came time to pitch new followers." [source, two]

User: "do you think Emmrich would ever end up referring to Manfred directly as his son?" // Sylvia: "So I had Emmrich call Manfred his ward, not his son, because I thought that was one step too far for him right away. But I don't think anything is impossible in the future." [source, two]

Sylvia: "It was my pleasure to to work with the team to finally show off the crypts of the Necropolis." [source]

User: "Can you please tell us what type of tea Emmrich drinks for breakfast? He strikes me as an Earl Grey person but then again English Breakfast also makes sense somehow" // Sylvia: "I'm actually not a big tea person, so I almost feel I should let this be whatever your head canon is. (That said I do think Earl Grey has the better scent. But do Emmrich's refined tastes match my own? I dump a lot of sugar and cream into mine after all lol.)" [source]

User: "Emmrich as Vincent Price: all in my head or intentional? And if the latter, who do I have to thank?" // Sylvia: "Love Mr. Price, a legend, but it was actually Peter Cushing who was one of my first touchstones before we had any art for Emmrich in." [source]

User: "1. When Em&Rook had their fight - what were his intentions? Did he try to break up with Rook? 2. Just hypothetically, if my Rook bends her knee and asks him to be hers forever, what would his reaction be? 3. Johannas hand, it's planning mischief, is it not?" // Sylvia: "2. Emmrich would be over the moon. He would absolutely love to get married. 3. "Johannas hand, it's planning mischief, is it not?" Who could possibly say? (yes)" [source, two]

User: "Could you tell us how Mourn Watchers life is arranged? Do they live in Nevarra or right in Necropolis? Are their rooms similar to that coffin room?" // Sylvia: "The Watchers live in the upper, safer levels of the Necropolis. I imagine this is where they sleep, eat, teach/train, and also where they prepare bodies for interment. "Are their rooms similar to that coffin room?" I don't want to say either way, just because we never actually go there, and I prefer to keep things open until something is actually in the game or in a story or comic or etc." [source, two]

User: "He has also been an extremely positive driving force and has caused me to pick back up my plan to go back to university and become a lecturer. It's a dream I shelved because of little self esteem but I know he would be sad if I didn't at least try, sad Emmrich is a powerful motivator!" // Sylvia: "He would indeed be sad, especially if this is a passion of yours, but glad to hear you're picking it up again. Sincerely, best of luck." [source]

User: "Can you talk about your writing process? I'd love to hear a bit about what influenced/shaped not only Emmrich but the Mourn Watch and Necropolis. I actually find comfort in death and I just adore what you crafted for the game. I'd love to join the Watchers myself." // Sylvia: ""Also, are you able to talk about what you envisioned every day life for Watcher's to be like? Or maybe some cultural tidbits you'd imagined while writing? I like to think they'd have some incredible festivals and create really interesting folk art!" Oh that is fun. I'll be honest though I'll be a little reticent, just because I tend not to talk about too much until it's in a game. I do think a lot of their everyday life is what Emmrich describes to Rook: Preparing bodies, helping grieving people visit their loved ones, maintaining the graves, and the undead that help maintain the graves. And of course hunting down malign manifestations. The MW and their carefully-courted spirit allies are good at preventing demonic incursion. But as we've seen, it's not impossible. And there's a desire to figure out the weirder stuff that not even the Watchers really fully know. (X-files theme). "I like to think they'd have some incredible festivals and create really interesting folk art" Me too! They involve the dead in their lives so much, I think that includes going down to the graveyard to celebrate milestones, versus visiting on a calendar date. One of my favorite things to write was the folk tale about how spirits were first drawn to Nevarra in particular. I really wanted to make it feel like one of those founding myths filtered through storytelling embellishment in the winter nights. [link] "I'd love to join the Watchers myself." The Necropolis is always looking for more company" [source, two, three, four, five, six]

User: "I just wanted to add that Hezenkoss is absolutely my favourite noncompanion character!" // Sylvia: "Thank you so much for this, because Hezenkoss was a great joy to write. I risked going all out with her, and I don't know if that lands for everyone, but I wanted to have a proper mad scientist who was also Emmrich's best friend because personal seemed better for him." [source]

User: "I heard a rumor that you wrote a lot of the codex. Did you write these? If not, do you know who did? I found them hilarious. [link]" // Sylvia: "Oh, that's not true at ALL. The writers all wrote about an equal amount of codex entries. (One of our editors and I did some work on the proposed structure and organization, but I'm in no way the main writer of the content.) The letter is very funny though. If it's LoF I'd assume there's a good chance this might be by Trick Weekes" [source, two] // Trick Weekes: "Honestly, while I gave that one a quick writing pass, it was largely Malcolm doing the first pass and busting out that Aethelred the Unready reference. (Which I loved and kept.)" [source]

User: "congrats on Emmrich winning second place for the best new character award" // Sylvia: "Thanks very much! I was thrilled to see him there, especially because it's a fan vote." [source]

User: "i would absolutely love to know a bit more about his relationship / time with Dorian as his student in the necropolis ! (Is it possible Dorian got inspired by him for his mustache ?" // Sylvia: "1. I'm afraid my response is pretty dull, because there's not much in game (and I'm not Dorian's writer) so I'm reluctant to add anything off the cuff. Sorry! 2. Aw that'd be cute. I think that's just artistic coincidence though, so it also has to remain in the murky mists of uncertainty. (But because it lives in that space, it's also not impossible. I'd say head canon it how you like!)" [source, two]

User: "i was also wondering if you worked on any other side characters beside Hezenkoss ?" // Sylvia: "I did! The Mourn Watchers were me. And through a complicated chain of events, I wrote one single merchant in Treviso - the gallery owner, Mistress Trella." [source]

User: "I have a very important question and I’m sorry if it’s been asked elsewhere: what’s his favorite kind of tea?" [re: Emmrich] // Sylvia: "I talked about it a little in this thread [compiled above], where I confess I'm not much of a tea person myself. So I'm happy to let tea-fans imagine anything they like." [source]

Sylvia: "So much of the romance rests on our animators and audio team and Nick Borraine stepping up to deliver everything perfectly" [source]

User: "Less of a question and more just appreciation. I love him so much, the casual plant lore, just everything." // Sylvia: "Aw thank you! I'm especially glad you enjoyed the plant lore, it really gave me an opportunity to have Emmrich enthuse about the Memorial Gardens, one of my favorite spaces in the game." [source]

User: "Also, if you don’t mind aside from liking pineapple and hazelnut torte. Does Emmrich have any other favored foods? Or favored flavours like spicy/salty/ect?" // Sylvia: "I actually went over that here a little, which isn't much detail. He DOES bring back dates for the group at one point. For whatever reason, I never pictured him with a huge sweet tooth, but the occasional pineapple or date is a nice treat." [source]

Sylvia, re: Emmrich: ""And I’m immensely jealous of how stylish he is" Same. He absolutely has a tailor or two who knows their stuff." [source]

Sylvia: ""did Emmerich studied only in Grand Necropolis or he was in Circle of Magi? Or mages in Grand Necropolis doesn't must to learn in Circles?" I talk about that a bit here: I think he trained in the Necropolis, but taught both there and Cumberland's Circle. Admittedly, I never defined the Mourn Watch's Circle status in game. It could be a sanctioned fraternity that takes in promising mages and trains them for the Necropolis, but isn't technically a Circle itself, even if it oversees harrowings. (There's a bit of banter from a Necropolis NPC on that.) This would explain why there's non-mages around with full MW membership, like how your Rook can be a MW warrior or rogue. So I'm inclined to think this is the case. (But until it's ever in a DA game or piece of media, I wouldn't consider that 100% canon. It's just my own thoughts.) "I'm not sure if I it was in game, but how Strife take it if Emmrich became a lich? Is he alright with that and they continue relationships or he just drop it?" We didn't tackle that in that game, I'm afraid, so there's no actual answer there. Sorry! Apologies if that non-answer is frustrating. But that's the kind of topic I wouldn't want to answer unless a future game had a reason to go into it. "How long Vorgoth have been around in Grand Necropolis? There's theories about their persona and I know that you can't give straight answer but could they be a lich?" I'm afraid Vorgoth must remain mysterious, but nothing is impossible with them... "me and my friend have headcanon that there should be something like hospice in Grand Necropolis. You know some place where palliative care is given to those who needs it. Could it be true or it's not in Grand Necropolis nature?" I hadn't planned it, but that's a fun head canon if you like it!" [source, two, three, four, five, six, seven]

User: "I have a question and that’s if you listened to anything in particular when writing Emmrich? Or any of your characters" // Sylvia: "I did! I have my playlist on my old computer and if I dig it out, I will post it here. It's mostly ambient stuff, I prefer music without words when writing. A lot of stuff from Cryochamber, but I listen to it a lot in general. [link]" [source, two]

User: "1. Were Johanna’s morals *always* questionable, or did they steadily decline? It sounded like she’d been given a lot of passes by the Mourn Watch, brilliant mind or no! 2. Anything you can tell us re: the War of the Banners? Like, how it began, or which spirits/noble lines were involved?" // Sylvia: "1. I think Hezenkoss always had what Emmrich might call a "cavalier attitude" towards rules and limits, but that it got worse over the years. Being exiled probably did not help, but she probably crossed a line at that point already. 2. The War of the Banners part of the backstory actually came from another writer, and I loved it. But I don't think I want to colour in the lines because there's so much room for imagination. (And since I'm not at BW anymore, it would be even more my own head canon than most other things.)" [source, two]

User: "It's so interesting when he is a lich, it's rare that we see conflict in a game romance like that. Also, his "coming out" scene to the whole group was unexpectedly funny and had me rolling xD" // Sylvia: "The "everyone: I'm a lich" scene was one where I was really trying to balance the seriousness of the previous scene with something a bit more lighthearted but still heartfelt. So I'm very glad you dug it!" [source]

User: "I wonder how Emmrich studied the Fade? cmiim he explored the Fade right? Was it through dream? I'm so intrigued by that." // Sylvia: "Your question is a good one. He has definitely explored it via dreaming/trances, but I think a Watcher would first train for that, learn how to set up wards, and to start with, do it under supervision. Given Emmrich's affinity for spirits, I'm sure he cultivated trustworthy spirit friends in the Fade who could guide and aid him as well. (The way we see him reach out during House of the Dead to spirits from a previous quest)" [source, two]

User: "Is Emmrich Andrastian?" // Sylvia: "I have some thoughts on this one. Nominally, yes he us. But I think a lifetime of studying other death practices and religions has shown Emmrich so many points of commonality in the search for transcendence and the divine, that he believes all religions may explore something of a universal truth. So the Thedas equivalent of Universal Unitarianism, basically. And maybe he corresponds/debates with some like-minded scholars out there. Though quietly. I think he'd err on the side of "Let's not trouble the Chantry with this." for safety's sake. (I didn't want to make him an agnostic free-thinker, that seems too conveniently lined up with modern conventions. But I think seeking truth through argument and philosophical exploration fits him.)" [source, two, three]

Sylvia, in response to a user saying this phrase: "BTW I got a kick out of "nevarran cryptid". Who knows what haunts the lower halls?" [source]

User: "Can a MW Rook have an opportunity to achive Lichdom in the future?Or maybe only a mage Watcher could?" // Sylvia: "So Emmrich managed it, and so did Hezenkoss after she pieced it together from what he told her. So we DO know it's not impossible for any mage to try it. Whether a non-mage could is a very good question. The abilities of the liches are very ill-defined at the moment, so possibly Emmrich meant that promise very literally... But! I'm also not at BW anymore, and at this point this is just my own thoughts, which are very non-binding. (Sorry, that's a lot of words to say "Could be cool, but currently nothing set in stone.")" [source, two, three]

User: "What is Emmrich's preferred tea and how does he have it? Different types for different times of the day?" // Sylvia: "Different types for different times of the day?" I think so, that fits in with his sense of the rhythm of a day. But I'm no tea drinker myself, so I'm happy to let fans imagine what works for them." [source]

User: "Do you have any thoughts about emmrich & marriage proposals, would he prefer to be the one proposing? Or would he be equally excited to be proposed to? Ostentatious, public, private proposal?" // Sylvia: "Re: a proposal, gee. I think he'd be equally excited either way, though he'd prefer it to be a private moment. Somewhere he and Rook can enjoy each other's company and talk about it honestly, just with each other." [source]

User: "1. What was he good at in school besides anatomy? 👀 2. What's his favorite food right now? ✨️👀 3. Did he give Manfred his name himself or did he read the names in the book for Manfred to choose?" // Sylvia: "1. Grasping abstract and metaphysical concepts, and distilling them down into language suited for others, which is handy for both magecraft and professorship. And communing with spirits, so magical control. (I imagine the Watchers prize control greatly, since they work with spirits so closely, they're well aware how dangerous their focus is.) 2. Hrm. Uh...good question. Aside from being vegetarian, I don't think he's a picky eater, but he probably marvels at what a sure and skilled cook Lucanis is. 3. Emmrich likes giving Manfred some (limited, supervised) autonomy. But I think he named his skeleton companion himself." [source, two, three, four]

User: "Did he ever see Manfred as his son?" // Sylvia: "I think consciously, calling Manfred a son seems like one step too far for Emmrich right now, but he's absolutely paternal towards his bright young skeleton child." [source]

Sylvia on Emmrich: "He truly was a team effort. Everyone in level design, cine, art, audio, his voice actor, the other writers and editors contributed greatly to who he is." [source]

User: "Do you think he has a tattoo👀 Maybe a skull or the symbol of the moun watcher" // Sylvia: "I think this is a 'it wasn't shown in game, so I don't want to commit to anything' deal, sorry. (But feel free to imagine whatever you'd like!)" [source]

User: "what subjects did he study well when he was a student?" // Sylvia: "I think probably the same subjects as in the answer to question number 1. Though I do imply in dialogue that the Mourn Watch likes to give its members a well-rounded education in non-magical subjects- history, literature, etiquette etc." [source]

Sylvia: "Hey everyone, I'd like to correct a misassumption I've seen floating around. I saw a few people who saw my name attached to the codex system, and assumed I wrote the bulk of codex entries. That's not true at ALL. Codex writing was split roughly evenly among all the writers. I pitched some style and design suggestions to the narrative team. Then editor Cameron Harris did the actual structure, the docs and training, a lot of the editing, and the importation of all the legacy DAI entries." [source, two]

Sylvia: "Emmrich would be over the moon if Rook wanted to join the Mourn Watch. More time together in the Necropolis!" [source]

User: "From your point of view, do you think Emmrich is jealous? (a little?) I noticed that he liked some things related to the Storm age (he mentions it several times), is that a coincidence or is there a particular reason?" // Sylvia: "-I don't think he's beyond jealousy (few people are!) though it'd depend on the circumstance and what it was about. -Oops! Actual coincidence regarding the repeated mentions of the Storm Age." [source]

User: "1) Did you ever choose the name of the 5th Montilyet sibling? 2) What were the inspirations for her character? 3) If the player doesn't romance her, do you think she'd marry Otranto or would she pass him on to Yvette anyways?" // Sylvia: "1) You know, I never did! It remains unknown. 3) I think Otranto and Yvette are too perfect for each other for them not to get together, so it'd be appropriate if a comedy of errors going on inside the house Montilyet led to that happy outcome if you didn't romance her." [source, two]

User: "Curious how Nevarrans, and specifically Emmrich, would view stuff like Victorian mourning jewelry. Obviously would be horrified by the ones containing ashes, but what about hair? Wondering if it would be seen as special or grotesque!" // Sylvia: "What a good question! I think a lock of hair would be perfectly all right, even romantic. Perhaps a LITTLE bit of bone would be okay, though the actual Mourn Watch wouldn't love breaking up the body. I don't think they'd see keeping a small fragment or such as wrong, just a bit unfortunate." [source]

User: "I love your work and I wanted to thank you. Through how Emmrich is written I’ve realized that dying isn’t an option because there are people that care for me and I would be missed so I’m here and will be Also I wanted to share a song that reminds me of Emmrich’s romance: Deathproof by Graveyard Club" // Sylvia: "Thank you for saying so, Lena, and for sharing that. I'm glad getting to know Emmrich was helpful, even a little, and I hope it continues to be so. And thank you for the song rec! I have a real weakness for synths (may their comeback be eternal) and "You’re nowhere to be found/but you follow me around" is a killer set of lyrics especially." [source, two]

Sylvia on Emmrich: "There was a huge team working on him, and this is just what you hope to hear one day when embarking on making something." [source]

[lewishamiltoniluvu]

Matchday feels / Pablo Gavi

warnings- none, just fluff!

summary- after losing a game, pablo is thankful he still has you to hold the whole time.

a/n- hi im lina! this is my first time writing a one shot so please be kind and repost/ give me some feedback if you’ve enjoyed

ps- match spoken about is really made up, some parts true but mostly my creation so dont be like, “thats not how it happened!”

You had met Pablo when you were early on in uni. As uni student scrambling around place to place with messy hair and loungewear on, you had never expected to meet the Pablo Gavi. But you had, and he was smitten. He was grabbing the team’s coffee orders from a local café (as commanded to by pedri) when he accidentally picked up the lid of Fermin’s iced caramel macchiato haphazardly sloshing the contents of it onto a girl studying on her computer. That girl was you. You had been soaked, he instantly pulled off his hoodie, offering it to you, his undershirt coming up a bit in the process causing your eyes to linger. You took it and explained to him it wasn’t a problem and just an honest mistake. The rest was history.

Today, you were going to another one of his matches, and you knew it would be hard. It was El Clásico, and you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but Real Madrid had been shaping themselves up to quite a team. You wished Pablo good luck by shooting him a quick text with a few hearts. You had told him you wouldn’t be able to make it to this game because of some exams for your major. You hadn’t told him when the exam got cancelled due to your professor landing tickets to El Clásico himself . You wanted to support him and surprise him and thought of no better way than putting on his jersey and tying your hair back in the loose braid he loved so much. You knew just him seeing you would motivate him for the game more. after Finishing up your hair, you laced up your nike blazers and tucked in his too big jersey a bit. You were ready for the game.

You arrived at Camp Nou a half hour before kick off. It was chilly, but nothing a barcelona scarf couldn’t fix. As you made your way up to your seat, you saw the other wags mingling among each other. As soon as Mikky saw you, she stopped her conversation and squealed. You two had been instant best friends, just those people you know click. She wrapped you in a tight hug before talking.

“you told me you couldn’t come today!” she exclaimed.

“Professors a fan, He got tickets, class was cancelled!” you explained

she smiled with a knowing look, and wrapped her arm around you.

Soon enough, the match started, excitement erupting from all over the stands. You were holding your breath, hoping, praying Barcelona would take home the win.

After taking an early lead, Real Madrid looked comfortable. Jude Bellingham had managed to get a goal in through the incredible wall that was ter Stegen. Mikky and you sighed deeply and yelled for your boys. After a missed shot by Vini Jr, ter Stegen made an incredible pass to Frenkie, who bolted up the field like a gazelle. He looked quick, saw Gavi open and passed him the ball in a brilliant cross. Gavi saw his opportunity and shot in the left corner of the goal, all the way in the back of the net. You and Mikky gripped each other and cheered as Frenkie and Gavi celebrated. Frenkie pointed up to you and Mikky while talking to Pablo and you saw his face light up. You were his cheerleader, always cheering for your darling boy. He made a heart and pointed up at you, his smile huge now. You were sure that tonight Gavi would be eager to tell you and everyone else all about that goal and how he saw you up there.

as the first half rushed by, nobody else scored. The referee blew the whistle for halftime and the whole team was ecstatic. They were tied, but Gavi’s goal had given them hope.

As the boys poured out of the tunnel ready for kickoff of the second half, you noticed gavi take a seat on the bench. ‘nooo!’ you wanted to scream, but you knew Xavi knew better and had a bigger plan.

But no, as the minutes ticked by, no plan came. Defense was getting tired and offense was lacking opportunities. Real madrid was definitely taking advantage of this rushing not one, not two, but three goals into the back of the net. You sighed. Watching Gavi fidget on the bench didnt help you, and you doubted Mikky felt any ounce better with Frenkie being benched a few minutes ago either.

As the referee blew his final whistle, you sighed. A 4-1 loss was heavy. Especially for Barcelona. Mikky and you waited patiently for your respective boyfriends before saying goodbye. The ride home with Pablo wasn’t unpleasant. He held your hand and you two often felt comfort in the silence. You wanted to offer comfort and tell him he played amazing. You knew that would only make him feel worse. You opened the door to his apartment and he stepped inside with you.

“Pablito,” you start, and are engulfed by a quietly breathing Pablo who rocks back and forth like that with you for a few minutes.

You nod, understanding the need for silence and comfort and continue the long tight hug. You tilt your head up to leave a few kisses on his neck and jawline. He meets your lips in a long passionate one. Once you pull away, he wraps you up in his arms again.

“Thank You,” He mumbles against your forehead before kissing it briefly. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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ahh thats it! i hope you like it! comment, repost like, follow, etc! idk but love you all!

[bangtanej]

Description: As an aspiring stylist with hopes to one day work for Ateez. You find yourself struggling to navigate through life. The trajectory of your life takes a drastic turn when you decide you need to see them one last time.

Trigger warnings: mentions of stalking, suggestive themes, mental breakdowns and overthinking, foul language and harassment

Word count: 5069

Editors: Spike/mal & Breezy

Chapter III

Another week had spun by, each day a subtle shift in the salon's rhythm leading to this momentous occasion: your very own station. The previous night, the air in the salon had hummed with a quiet excitement. Minjun stayed long after closing to help you set up everything and celebrate your start as a stylist. He also gave a heartfelt wish of luck for the impending battle of the ticket sale to come the next morning.

From the moment you'd left the salon that night, a persistent tightness had settled in your chest, and a fluttering chaos erupted in your stomach. It was a cocktail of anxiety and anticipation, a feeling only those who had braved the digital trenches of a Ticketmaster war could truly comprehend. It was incredibly uneasy but also brought an excitement that was unmatched.

The entire night became a restless landscape of tossing and turning, Sannie's annoyed sighs and nudges a testament to your agitated slumber. Yet, as all fitful nights do, it eventually surrendered to the insistent ringing of your alarm. It was an hour before the ticket sale and two hours before you needed to be at work. You opened the tab for the queue while simultaneously applying a light layer of makeup. You had also ordered a coffee for yourself and Minjun, to pick up before work, as a small gesture of gratitude.

You wanted to thank him, truly thank him, for his support. Even though it was just a small gesture you still wanted to convey your appreciation and your…care. “You care for him?” The thought echoed in your mind, a soft whisper that widened your eyes in surprised self awareness. "Did I really just admit that to myself?” The internal questioning was abruptly shattered by a jolt of pure adrenaline. The digital gates had opened. The sale had begun.

Agonizing slow, the number of fans that were in line before you decreased and it was your turn to choose your seats. What felt like an intense battle that went on for hours ended in a few seconds. Moments later your screen lit up to congratulate you. “You got’em! Let the anticipation begin!” Section 2 Row 1 Seat 5

Front and center. You would see them again. The very reason your heart beat a little faster, the source of an unwavering joy, would be within arm's reach once more. They were truly your biggest reason to exist.

Minjun had just stepped out of his car, he paused for a moment, his gaze drifting towards the familiar storefront of the salon. He took a deliberate breath to mentally prepare himself for the day ahead. As he approached the salon, he could make out your small silhouette waiting patiently just outside the glass doors. As your eyes met his, your whole body seemed to light up, you couldn’t wait to tell him and thank him.

With an almost childlike skip in your step, you closed the distance between you and your hand outstretched to offer the coffee. It was an iced americano, a small detail you had carefully noted as the drink he most often ordered. The expression that bloomed on his face reminded you of a delighted puppy greeting its beloved owner. He accepted the coffee with a murmured word of thanks, his fingers brushing yours in a fleeting moment, before gesturing with the cup towards the entrance of the salon.

Minjun: Let me take a wild guess. The coffee and child-like excitement is due to a certain ticket sale?

Y/n: I GOT THE TICKETS! And not just any tickets! Front row dead center!

Minjun’s lips curved into a teasing smirk, a playful roll of his eyes accompanied the gesture as he held the door open for you. Minjun understood your deep affection for them. He was a fan too but a more casual one. In all honesty you wouldn’t be a surprise if he was a more casual fan because he had a few idol friends. He had a massive following on social media and undeniable striking looks, he practically looked like an idol himself.

Minjun: Ok ok calm down. I’m very happy you got the tickets but you’re gonna have to…

His voice trailed off, his gaze abruptly fixed on something behind you. Minjun had froze… You stepped through the doorway, your attention still lingering on his expression, when the sharp, potent smell of bleach struck your nose. When your head turned to what had his attention you froze too. Your station had been tampered with. The beautiful white leather chair had what looked like hair dye splattered all over it. As you walked closer the products you had meticulously organized were scattered and were all missing their labels. The few that had clear bottles were nearly empty, their contents carelessly spilled. They were all brand new… Hesitantly you pulled open the drawers. The sight that greeted you sent despair through your body. Your tools were coated in a vial mixture of hair, dried dye, and crusty bleach. Every single one… your collection of combs, your hair pins, your new capes, your gloves, and even your hot tools were contaminated.

The weight of devastation crashed down on you. You crumbled to the floor, a silent scream trapped in your chest. Minjun, who had been standing behind you, instantly dropped beside you. His arms reaching out to steady your trembling body. When your gaze met his, the tears had already begun to pour from your eyes. You were supposed to start today and you already had a few appointments scheduled. It’ll take you all day to get this cleaned and you couldn’t afford to replace all of the products after splurging on your concert ticket.

While your thoughts raced, Minjun pulled you into his embrace. He had witnessed the very moment the light had extinguished from your eyes, leaving behind a hollow, vacant stare. Just moments later Yeona had stepped foot into the salon and the loud thud of her bag hitting the floor followed. You lifted your gaze over Minjun’s large frame, and through your tears saw Yeona running towards you.

Yeona: Holy fuck what happened here?!

Minjun: We just walked in here and found her station like this. I can promise you this is not how we left it last night. I helped her set everything up.

Yeona: Who was the last person in the salon?

Minjun: It was only us… She had helped everyone else clean up their stations so they could get home at a decent hour and I was the only one that stayed to help her.

Yeona: Ok I’ll look over the camera footage but I need you both to get this cleaned up. If someone from the state board walked in, there would be so many different violations against her license and the salon as a whole.

The silence that had clung to you throughout the ordeal was like a suffocating blanket woven from shock and disbelief. The emotions stirring inside of you had you shaking almost violently. You didn't know if it was the anger and frustration, or the overwhelming anxiety that came with the thought of the impending violations that could be on your license. It was only when you felt the ground underneath you disappear that a startled gasp finally escaped your lips. Minjun lifted you up and carried you towards the back. He carefully settled you into the soft chair, his movements tender and deliberate. Crouching before you, his gaze was filled with concern. His lips seemed to tremble slightly as he searched for the right words to comfort you.

Minjun: Take all the time you need in here, I’ll start cleaning up for you ok?

Words remained trapped in your throat, like an invisible barrier against the tide of emotions. All you could manage was a small nod. A comforting pat on your head from Minjun was a moment of solace before he returned to your station. Your mind suddenly hit that little trigger, the one that held the leash to all of your overwhelming thoughts. “I’m alone with my thoughts” The realization slammed into you. The insidious whispers began creeping into the forefront of your mind, each one sharp and cruel “Someone obviously doesn’t want you here” “I knew things were too good to be true” “I should have expected this, I know something always has to happen” “How the hell am I supposed to work now?”

The screaming in your head only got louder and louder. Each scream of self-doubt and despair threatened to consume you. It was only the delicate, sweet scent of cherry blossoms that cut through the noise like a lifeline in the storm. With her presence alone you were able to hear over your thoughts. Yeona enveloped you, her arms were a haven of warmth and security. Your hands clenched into fists, clinging onto her cardigan as the sobs you had desperately fought to suppress finally broke free, echoing through the salon.

Once the storm had subsided, Yeona gently guided you to her office to look over the footage. As the footage flickered to life on the screen, a tall figure cloaked in black entered the salon around 1am. You watched intently as you saw the figure begin to rave havoc on your station. The figure even stooped to gather discarded hair from the garbage bin, using it to further desecrate your workspace. Suddenly, Yeona paused the footage, her finger pointing to the screen, singling out the perpetrator in the darkness.

Yeona: I know it’s a stupid question but do you have any idea who this could be?

Y/n: I’m sorry, I don’t know.

Yeona: Don’t apologize, none of this is your fault. I just have to ask because this is technically a break in and vandalization of property. I’ll be submitting a police report and will need you to give a statement since you were the target.

Y/n: I just really don’t understand why?

Yeona: Was there anyone in school that didn’t like you or an ex that wants to get back at you?

Y/n: I don’t think so, I got along well with all of my classmates. Even if we didn’t talk much we were all nice to each other. And my ex doesn’t live in the area anymore, I find it hard to believe he would drive all the way here just to do this.

A knock on the door behind you interrupted, pulling you from the unsettling replay of the footage. Minjun's head appeared tentatively around the doorframe, his expression a mixture of concern and unease. He entered the office with hesitant steps, holding out a folded piece of paper that was found in the wreckage. A furrow of confusion creased Yeona's brow as she accepted the paper, her gaze flicking between the note and Minjun before both their eyes settled on you. Yeona gently slid the paper across the desk, placing it directly in front of you, you could swear your heart stopped. The numbers "1117" were the only inscription.

Y/n: That’s… That’s my address.

Yeona: Fuck that, I’m calling the cops right now. After you give your statement you’re calling a friend and staying with them or they stay with you. Do you have anyone to call?

Y/n: I could call my friend Sky but they’re working right now.

Yeona: When do they get off?

Y/n: They work as a chef and usually don't get off until the restaurant closes.

Minjun: I’ll take her for now.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yeona reached for her phone and dialed 911. It wasn’t long before uniformed officers filled the salon. While one officer listened intently as you recounted the horrifying discovery, another meticulously reviewed the security footage, his gaze sharp and analytical. A third carefully surveyed the scene of devastation at your station, his movements precise as he documented the damage. They had concluded there were no signs of forced entry and the alarm system was disabled. The chilling implication hung heavy in the air – someone with intimate knowledge of the salon, either a current or former employee, had likely aided the intruder.

The investigation necessitated a disruption to the salon's schedule. One by one, the stylists cleared their appointments as they underwent questioning by the officers. As soon as Minjun had completed his interview, his concern etched on his face and he gently guided you out of the salon. By the time you were seated in the passenger seat of his car, the familiar route towards home stretched before you. A profound mental exhaustion had taken hold of you. Your thoughts were a tangled mess and your energy completely depleted.

Minjun could read the weariness draped on your face and the unmistakable look of defeat clouding your eyes. As he parked the car in the familiar spot at your apartment complex, he reached into the back seat, retrieving a soft hoodie. He turned and offered it to you, his eyes urging you to put it on.

Y/n: I’m not cold but appreciate the thought-

Minjun: It’s not to keep you warm, it's to keep you safe. Anyone can technically look up the address to an apartment complex but that creep may not know what apartment you’re in yet.

The quiet thoughtfulness of his gesture resonated deeply with you. You knew Minjun possessed a kind and considerate nature, he was the type of person who would undoubtedly extend the same care to anyone in need. Yet, the fact that this small act of comfort was directed specifically towards you stirred something within your chest, a delicate flutter that made your heart do a curious little skip. The unspoken emotions left you speechless, so you accepted the offered hoodie, pulling it over your head with a quiet obedience.

The soft fabric enveloped you, carrying his scent like an invisible embrace. It was the distinct aroma of a fresh woodland after a rain shower, grounding and clean, with an underlying hint of something sweet and familiar. It was a smell you hadn’t realized you were getting accustomed to. As Minjun came around the car to open your door, you stepped out into the evening air. With a gentle hand, he reached up and pulled the hood over your brightly colored hair, then softly guided you towards your apartment.

Minjun: Do you get to your apartment the same way every time?

Y/n: Yes I do.

Minjun: Start going the opposite way. I can also start picking you up and dropping you off from work. I know it seems like much but I just don’t want anything to happen to you.

You led Minjun towards the quieter back entrance of the apartment complex. Then entered the elevator that ascended smoothly to the third floor. Your apartment, number 35, was nestled closer to the center of the hallway. As you walked, you couldn't help but notice Minjun's observant gaze, subtly scanning the hallway, his eyes lingering on the discreet placement of security cameras. Once you had gotten to the door and put in the passcode, Minjun gently stopped you before you could fully enter your haven. He turned his attention to the keypad, his brow furrowed in concentration as he began the process of resetting your entry code.

Y/n: What are you doing??

Minjun: Resetting your code.

Y/n: I can see that, but why?

Minjun: So they can’t guess your code.

Y/n: How would they guess it??

Minjun: Y/n you do realize that your floor mat is Halateez and anyone could guess their anniversary is your passcode.

Your silence said it all, he read you like a book and called you out at the same time. He reached for the keypad and reset the security code, anchoring your safety to the familiar date of his mother’s birthday – December 4th, a date effortlessly memorable by association to Jin of BTS’ birthday.

Stepping back into the safety of your apartment felt like a sudden release, yet the emotional residue of the day clung to you. The moment the door clicked shut, your legs seemed to give way, and you all but collapsed onto the soft cushions of the couch. You hadn’t done much work but being so emotional all day left you drained. Minjun's cheerful laughter bubbled through the quiet, followed by insistent, playful pokes. A groan escaped your lips, a protest against the intrusion. With monumental effort, fueled by a sliver of stubborn will, you pushed yourself upright. Your eyes, still clouded with the lingering weariness, fixed on Minjun with an intense glare.

Minjun: Look grumpy, I just want you to be able to shower or at least change so you’re comfortable before you lay down. I also need a blanket and pillow to sleep on.

Y/n: WHOA HOLD UP! You’re staying here?? I already texted Sky that I would like them to stay the night.

Minjun: Well it looks like we’re all having a sleepover. So what do you guys wanna watch? SkzCode? GoSe? Wanteez? Or should we go OG and watch Run BTS?

Y/n: I can’t stand you.

Minjun: Come take a seat then.

Minjun’s playful pat on his lap was a deliberate, teasing gesture, a spark that instantly ignited a blush that bloomed across your cheeks. The heat spread rapidly and with a sharp, wordless movement you practically stormed towards the bathroom. The click of the closing door was a desperate attempt to create a barrier between you and the unexpected intimacy of his flirtation. Even through the thick wood, his unrestrained laughter echoed. You had always been aware of Minjun’s lighthearted, occasionally suggestive nature, but this felt different, a step across an unspoken boundary.

Once you were in the shower, the warm cascade was a balm to your frayed nerves, each droplet a tiny messenger carrying away the day's anxieties and now, the lingering heat of Minjun's teasing. The faint vibration of your phone was swallowed by the rush of the water. It was likely just Sky, their usual message signaling the end of their shift and their soon arrival. You left it be for the time being until a series of sharp, insistent thuds shook the small apartment. You twisted the faucet, the sudden silence amplifying the frantic sounds. Hastily, wrapping a towel around your dripping body and bursting from the bathroom.

Nothing could have prepared you for the tableau that unfolded before your eyes.The apartment door stood wide open like an invitation to the chaos within. Minjun was laid across the floor while Sky loomed over him, their hand clenching on the fabric of his shirt collar. The air crackled with a raw, unspoken tension. The instant Sky’s gaze locked onto yours, their entire demeanor shifted. The aggressive energy that had radiated from them just moments before seemed to dissipate, replaced by a visible wave of embarrassment that washed over their features. Their grip on Minjun’s shirt loosened, and they straightened up, their eyes now wide with a mixture of surprise and somewhat guilt.

Sky: Uh my love… Why on earth would you have me come over when you seem to already have an appointment?

Y/n: Appointment?!

Your gaze snapped towards Minjun, who was awkwardly pushing himself up from the floor. Suddenly everything looked so much worse than it was. The scene before you warped, the innocent misunderstanding turned into something far more suggestive. Your mind raced, piecing together the fragmented reality from Sky’s perspective. For starters, your best friend couldn’t open the door. They were always accustomed to walking in and out of your apartment like family. The one time they weren’t able to, a total stranger greeted them at your doorstep. A male stranger… Then, the final, bewildering piece of the puzzle: their best friend bursting out from the bathroom, with nothing but a towel. The situation couldn’t be more odd than this.

Driven by an urgent need to regain control, you rushed past a still dazed Minjun and slammed the apartment door shut. Pivoting sharply, you crossed the living room in a few swift strides, your hand instinctively reaching for Sky. You grasped their arm, pulling them not so gently towards your bedroom, and secured the lock behind you. As you fumbled for clothes in your closet, your voice a rushed torrent of explanation, you recounted the day’s escalating anxieties to Sky. You started with the unsettling discovery of your vandalized station, the chilling realization of a possible stalker lurking in the shadows. And finally, Minjun’s presence as a concerned friend offering a semblance of security. Throughout your hurried explanation, you fought your damned hardest to ignore the almost amused curve of Sky’s lips. A subtle smirk that hinted at a narrative far different from the one your panicked mind had constructed.

Sky: Soooo, you’re gonna tell me the hottie out there, is the same coworker you found attractive and the same guy going out of his way to make sure you’re ok?

Y/n: Sky don’t even start-

Sky: Oh but my love, you started this and your oblivious ass can’t seem to see it. Don’t get me wrong, he’s no Choi San, but definitely a big upgrade from what’s his face.

Y/n: Anyone is better than my ex in your eyes.

Sky: Well duh, but still he’s fucking hot and you know its rare that we both agree a man is hot. A man specifically.

Y/n: It’s a rare occasion because you're gay.

Sky: Not totally gay and you know that.

Y/n: Yeosang doesn’t count.

Sky: You know what, fuck you. Yes he does. You have a possible contender out there and you’re not gonna take the chance?

Minjun: You guys know I can hear you right?!

Minjun's voice, muffled yet clearly audible through the closed bedroom door, cut through the tense atmosphere, causing both of you to freeze. The shared look of “oh shit” was priceless, but the joke born of the bizarre circumstances that would remain locked within the confines of that room. Sky, who was slightly more composed, cautiously eased the bedroom door open and peered out into the living room. Minjun had already made himself comfortable on your couch, one arm draped casually over the cushions, while the other held his phone up to scroll, seemingly oblivious to the whirlwind of confusion he had created.

Sky: Mind your business.

Minjun: I AM the business apparently.

Sky: Says who?

Minjun: Says you?

Sky: No, I didn’t. Neither did she. So says you and that’s supposed to mean something to me?

Minjun: No need to gaslight me but I can play along if you ask nicely.

Sky dramatically gagged in response. While they might have acknowledged Minjun’s attractiveness in the privacy of your bedroom, the very notion of admitting it to his face was apparently a fate worse than death. You cautiously peeked into the living room, observing the escalating, yet seemingly lighthearted, bickering between Sky and Minjun. Their playful jabs and exaggerated sighs suggested a comfortable familiarity. Taking advantage of their distraction, you quietly slipped out of the bedroom and made your way towards the kitchen. The emotional rollercoaster of the day had left you with no appetite for anything. You were simply running off of the coffee you had that morning.

As you scanned your pantry for sustenance, a soft meow drew your attention. Sannie had made his way to the counter and was waiting for his food. It was well past his designated dinner time, and a pang of guilt twisted in your stomach. A wave of apologetic affection washed over you as you nearly panicked and served his food with the speed of light.

Y/n: I’m so sorry my precious boy! Mom was so caught up in everything and forgot to feed you!

Sannie didn't even acknowledge your haste, his focus entirely on his food. Only once his bowl was empty did he lift his head, offering a soft nuzzle against your outstretched palm. You could sense a hint of his displeasure at the delayed meal, a subtle grumpiness that thankfully didn't outweigh his inherent need for affection. After all he was a love bug, but also a master manipulator who had even learned a repertoire of adorable tricks specifically designed to grab your attention.

Though, the sweet reverie of your bond with Sannie was abruptly shattered by the approaching presence behind you. Minjun was reaching over your shoulder, his large hand extended towards the counter, presumably to offer some belated attention to the little king himself. Under normal circumstances, anyone seeking the favor of your cherished cat would be welcomed. However, the cramped confines of your kitchen amplified the situation tenfold. Its narrow width could accommodate two people comfortably, but meaning literally shoulder-to-shoulder. Sannie’s food bowl resided in the far corner, where the countertop met the wall. This unfortunate placement meant that you were effectively cornered, trapped between a wall, the edge of the countertop, and a massive Minjun.

The realization of your predicament sparked an instantaneous reaction. Whether it was a surge of claustrophobia or a pure fight-or-flight response, you weren't entirely sure. One moment you were standing, the next you had dropped to the floor with surprising agility, scrambling around Minjun’s legs in a desperate bid for escape. To say Minjun was bewildered by your sudden descent would be an understatement. His expression was a mask of utter confusion. Sky on the other hand was not at all surprised and was actually laughing hysterically at your undignified retreat.

Y/n: The hell was that??

Minjun: I wanted to pet the kitty.

Sky: Which one?

Minjun simply shrugged at Sky’s teasing remark, a smug, knowing smirk playing on his lips. Your eyes narrowed, sending silent daggers in both their directions. It was one thing to constantly endure Sky’s playful jabs and unhinged commentary, but Minjun joining in on the torment was almost unbearable. The thought of navigating an entire night with this newly formed alliance of teasers filled you with a sense of weary dread. A silent debate began to brew in your mind about the pros and cons of resorting to eviction. The only problem with that, was the inconvenient truth that both of them now possessed the code to your door. Defeated, you abandoned all pretense of composure and launched yourself towards the welcoming embrace of the couch, your body colliding with the soft cushions in a dramatic collapse.

Sky: Bitch come on, this is the first time I agree with a man. I want you guys to happen!

Your face was pressed firmly into the fabric of the couch, the muffled scent of home filling your nostrils. In that moment, the idea of being gently suffocated by the plush material was a fate you would not mind. If Minjun’s interest was genuine, a part of you longed to explore the possibility, and step outside the boundaries of friendship. But the scars of past romances still ached, leaving you paralyzed by a deep seated fear of vulnerability. Sensing your fragile state, Sky seized the opportunity for further playful torment, settling onto the couch cushion next to where your head lay buried and launching a ticklish assault on your sides. “Oo no tat don ork” Was the muffled noise that came from you.

Sky: I can’t understand you.

Y/n: You know that doesn’t work.

With a groan of resignation, you pushed yourself into a sitting position. Your gaze drifted across the room to find Minjun now comfortably seated in your recliner and Sannie curled contently in his lap, purring like a tiny motor. With both of them staring at you, you instinctively drew your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms tightly around your legs. Seeking a small measure of comfort and self protection. The whirlwind of emotions from the day, coupled with this unexpected and somewhat overwhelming dynamic between your two closest friends, seemed all too soon.

Y/n: Look, I don't know if Minjun is actually serious or not. But for right now I don’t want anything, there's too much happening all at once.

Sky: Even if it’s not serious, he would at least make sure you’re not touch starved anymore.

Y/n: SKY I'M SERIOUS!

Sky: Ok, ok, serious time.

Minjun: You know I can still hear you right? Don’t I get a say in any of this?

Sky: Not right now sweetie, the grownups are talking very seriously. We know you’re there, we’re just choosing to ignore you.

Minjun: Well, I would like to be acknowledged when I say that my feelings aren’t a joke. To say I haven’t developed any sort of feelings would be total bullshit, but it’s still too soon for me to tell. Not only that, the conversion you guys had in the bedroom, seemed like you’ve had it rough with relationships. I don’t want to rush you if you’re not ready because that’ll hurt us both.

Sky: Sweetie this is why I said the grownups are talking, she just needs a good dicking down to move on.

Sky would soon regret those words. With a swift movement, you snatched the nearest couch cushion and hurled it, the soft projectile colliding squarely with their face. Their reaction was nothing short of theatrical. Clutching their cheek with exaggerated pain, they gasped dramatically. Their eyes widened and glistened with mock tears, staring at you as if they had just received a mortal injury.

Y/n: I’d appreciate if you’d be quiet for just two fucking seconds… Minjun, I know there’s something there but it is all too soon. And plus I can’t risk that fucking creep hurting you.

Sky, witnessing this sudden shift in your demeanor and the unexpected vulnerability in your confession, instantly dropped their act. Their playful facade crumbled, replaced by an expression of genuine bewilderment. They were unable to fully process the words that had just fallen from your lips, especially admitting it so openly in front of them. As much as Sky’s teasing tactics could be perceived as cruel, they were often rooted in keen understanding of your inner workings. They possessed an uncanny ability to read you like an open book, their insights usually piercingly accurate. In return, they themselves were an open book, their emotions and intentions rarely concealed, making your sudden, unguarded confession all the more impactful.

[starwarsmum]

Day 23 is Impulsive, a chapter in A Black Cat in America

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

@maribatserver

STAR Labs was everything Adrien had hoped it would be. The tech assistant, Cisco, was goofy and bright, cheerful in ways Adrien assumed people described him as. And his in depth understanding of the sciences had Adrien glued to him from the moment they met him until the moment he left. 

They ran into another man as they were going around - literally. Of course Marinette was the one that crashed into Mr Allen but he was nice about it. And when he told a pun…Adrien felt like he'd found his people at last. If it weren't for the fact that it was so far from where Marinette would be he'd be considering moving there. As it was he was still sorely tempted.

“Hey Cisco, have you seen Barry?” 

Adrien blinked as a guy about their age appeared in the room. Well, obviously not appeared but Adrien had missed him coming in because he was so engrossed in his conversation. The others had begged off of the science talks and Marinette had dragged them to look at the prettier aspects of the building so she could get inspiration. Doubtless Alya and Nino were finding other ways to fill their time while Marinette got lost in her own world.

“Hey Bart, yeah, he went to deal with a thing,” Cisco laughed. “Adrien, this is one of Barry's relatives, Bart. Bart, this is Adrien, a science enthusiast who came to check out the lab.”

“Oh, cool,” Bart said, peering at Adrien curiously. “Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, well, yeah, it's nice to meet you too,” Adrien managed to stammer out. It was just his luck that Marinette, Alya and Nino chose that moment to come back into the room. Marinette raised her eyebrows at Adrien before looking at Bart and smirking. “Parents are fans of the Simpsons?”

“Well, it is short for Bartholomew but it's a family name and nobody calls me that,” Bart said with a grin. Adrien tried to ignore the way it made his stomach flop. “Haven't seen you around here before, you from out of town?” 

“Uh, um, yeah, we're actually from France,” Adrien stammered out, blushing at the smile he got in return. He thought the others exchanged looks, the most obvious of which was Marinette. He had the horrible feeling that all of the teasing he'd been subjecting her too about Damian and Robin were going to come back and bite him. “Here for a few weeks on vacation, you know? And I couldn't pass up the chance to see the STAR Labs in person.” 

“Well, if you want someone to show you around the rest of the city, let me know,” Bart said with a smile that melted Adrien's brain. Then he seemed to notice the others and turned to them. “Sorry, are you here on a tour too?”

“Only because Adrien made us,” Marinette said immediately. She had one of her patented Ladybug looks on and eyed Bart carefully. “We're actually only in Central City for a few days but we don't have any plans yet. Maybe you should give Adrien your number so we can arrange a day to meet with you though?” 

“Absolutely!” Bart seemed to brighten even further as he took Adrien's phone that Marinette mysteriously managed to snag from his pocket. Well, maybe not that mysterious, he was still in a bit of a stupour as he looked at Bart. “I'm really quick at responding so message me whenever you're free, okay?” 

“Uh-huh,” was all Adrien could wheeze out before Bart gave a jaunty salute - it was so adorable, what did Marinette mean cringe? - and zipped away, presumably to find Mr Allen. “Wow, he was…”

“Why do I get the feeling we're not going to be hearing about Adrien's broken heart so much any more?” Marinette stage whispered. Adrien felt highly affronted when even Cisco laughed.

_ _ _

Bart wasn't kidding, he text back at lightning speed and always within ten minutes of receiving a text. It made Adrien feel incredibly good about his chances with the good-looking boy. His wavy hair had been windswept in a way that made Adrien think it was naturally like that and he wondered what it would be like to lose his hands in it.

By the end of the day Adrien and Bart had coordinated a time for them all to meet up the following day for a sightseeing tour of the city. It was fun and Adrien was smitten by the end of it. He knew Marinette - at the least - was going to be teasing him endlessly about it but he didn't particularly care when Bart grinned at him and stood closer than strictly necessary to show him a view.

“So the reservation for dinner is half an hour away now-” Nino started, looking at his phone. Suddenly, Marinette's phone started to chirp and she made a show of looking surprised as she pulled it out. She'd become a better actress but Adrien knew she was exaggerating because there was a gleam in her eye that he recognised from when he and Luka had ‘coincidentally’ been left alone on the houseboat. 

“Oh, I'm so sorry, I have to head back to the hotel and catch up with Da- with mister Wayne about the whole,” she gestured vaguely, “mistaken identity thing. You four should go though! Try not to have too much fun, yeah?”

Before Adrien could call her on it she ducked away, fingers flying across the screen of her phone as she wove through the crowds in the direction of their hotel. Nino snorted at something Alya said but Bart didn't seem to notice anything amiss. 

Dinner was even better than the day. The restaurant Marinette had chosen was cosy with low lighting and small, intimate tables. Alya and Nino were wrapped up in each other, the perfect couple as always. Adrien had always envied their relationship but he barely noticed it when Bart talked animatedly about his interest in criminology. 

By the time they were done with dinner, the sky had grown dark and Nino and Alya had already begged off to spend the rest of the evening together in their hotel room. If they weren't so wrapped up in each other, Adrien would have assumed that they were also plotting to get Adrien and Bart alone. But no, they were just that sickeningly in love that they wanted to be alone all the time.

“Your friends are so crash,” Bart said with another smile. They were strolling together along the streets, hands brushing every now and again. After the dozenth or so time of it, Adrien took the chance and grabbed onto Bart's hand. The grin he got in return was blinding and Bart interlaced their fingers as they continued on. “It's so cool that you all are traveling together.” 

“Yeah, we've been best friends since collége - uh, middle school. Alya and Nino have been dating for just as long and Mari planned this whole trip for us,” Adrien rambled, flushing at the simple contact between them. Was it possible for Bart's hand to feel so perfect in his own? Because it did. “Thanks for taking the time to show us around, and for having dinner with us.” 

“Wouldn't have missed it,” Bart murmured, looking suspiciously red himself. He was gazing off into the distance, the red creeping up the back of his neck. “Mari said you were here for another few days so I'd like to see you again.” 

Adrien hurriedly agreed, his skin tingling at the thought. Far sooner than he wanted they were at the hotel and Adrien didn't want to say goodbye. But he and Marinette were still sharing a room so it wouldn't be fair of him to invite Bart in. He lingered outside the room, fiddling with his key card as he tried to build up the courage to kiss Bart goodbye.

He was mildly surprised when Bart cupped his cheek and pulled him down slightly to press their lips together. It was chaste and ended far too soon for Adrien, so he grabbed Bart's face and kissed him more fiercely. The butterflies in his stomach turned into a flurry and he lost himself in committing the moment to memory.

He sighed into Bart’s mouth, his hand cupping the other man's face. They deepened the kiss, Bart slipping his tongue along Adrien's lip. Adrien felt lightheaded and pulled Bart towards him, his hands moving onto the other boy's hips. 

The door to Adrien's hotel room opened suddenly and he was startled away from Bart. He flushed red when he saw Marinette's triumphant smirk and scowled at her. She looked like she'd just rolled out of bed, hair standing up all over, and Adrien distantly wondered if they'd woken her with their noise.

“Do you mind?” He growled at her, which only seemed to make her more gleeful. 

“Not at all! I assume you were just saying ‘goodbye’, right?” She said with fake innocence that her smirk belied. “Just wanted to make sure you weren't stuck out here, but I see you have your key card! Well, enjoy your thorough goodbye. I'm sure I'll see you again soon, Bart.” 

Adrien groaned and hid his face in Bart's neck when Marinette snapped the door shut. He could still hear her cackling as she headed back into the room fully.

“I'm guessing there's a story there,” Bart mused, his fingers tracing circles on Adrien's waist where his hands were resting. “Maybe you can tell me it tomorrow, over coffee?”

_ _ _

Bart made sure he was out of sight of the hotel before he sped over to STAR Labs again, mind racing even more than usual and body light as a feather. He hadn't been expecting to meet Adrien while he was visiting STAR Labs the day before but he was so glad he had. And the goodnight kiss had been spine tingling, even if they had been interrupted. 

He pulled up short as he entered the back room to find a bored looking Superboy playing with a rubix cube. Jon glanced up at him and grinned, throwing the cube to the side unsolved.

“Thank God, company! How're you?” Jon leapt up and flew over to him, like an excited puppy. 

“I'm good, just surprised you're here. And without the boy wonder as well, I thought you were in charge of making sure he didn't go feral,” Bart said, making Jon bark out a laugh.

“Oh, yeah, I had to drop him off in town on ‘business’,” Jon said, using his fingers to emphasise. “He said he was finished up now though so I'm just waiting for him here and I'll take him back to Metropolis.” 

“What sort of business? Something we need to worry about?” Bart's brow furrowed and he pulled out his communicator to see if he'd missed anything important. 

“Not that sort of business,” Jon snorted. “Rob's got a new girlfriend and promised me a favour if I brought him over to her.” 

“Wait, a girlfriend?”

“Tt, you shouldn't gossip about people,” Damian said, strolling into the room as well. He had a smirk on his face though, so Bart assumed he wasn't too annoyed with them. Hell, he hadn't even started brandishing his sword yet. “Apologies for the intrusion, Kid Flash, we'll be on our way.” 

Bart stared after them both as Jon sped them away. But he was pulled out of his thoughts when his phone lit up with a message from Adrien, confirming their coffee date for the following day.

Part 5

[lovechrissturniolo]

I've always dreamed of...

- part 1 -

Fan meets Chris S. / fanfiction

contains: talking, alcohol (moderate) kissing, making out, sexual tension

|18+|

Vicky could hardly believe her luck:

she finally met Chris!

And even better:

he took notice of her!

Usually Chris was quite reserved and careful with fan encounters, but that changed when he bumped into Vicky at a meet and greet in LA.

He felt an instant connection with her and the two of them talked for most of the evening.

Vicky's humor matched his exactly!

She ended up in the car with the Triplets on the way to their home, where they planned to spend the end of the evening with close friends in a smaller group.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to come with you?" Vicky asked nervously as she took a seat in the back of the car next to Chris.

"Well..." Matt wanted to start talking, but he couldn't really think of a good answer and glanced questioningly at Nick.

"Seems like we're relying on Chris's incredible good knowledge of human nature today..." Nick sighed in a mixture of irony and actual concern.

Actually, Matt and Nick thought it was absolutely crazy for Chris to invite a complete stranger to their home.

On the other hand, he had to find something very special about her to do so - which eventually justified the risk.

Vicky pressed her lips together and squinted over at Chris, who didn't seem to share his brothers' worries.

If she hadn't always dreamed of meeting the Sturniolos, especially Chris, her decency would have required her to get out of the car, as Matt and Chris were clearly not 100 percent comfortable with the presence of a fan in the car.

But this chance would surely only come once!

"I totally understand your concerns!" Vicky replied quickly. "That's exactly what I said to Chris! But it's almost impossible to sit here - in YOUR car - just to get out again, - even if it is somehow intrusive - you know what I mean?"

She tended to talk like a waterfall when she got excited. "I can't believe I'm actually sitting here and I swear you'll hardly notice me."

Matt looked into the rear-view mirror with amusement. "Clearly you two have something in common!"

Vicky blushed realizing that she did a bad job at staying calm as she wanted to.

"In common, Matt?" Chris mimicked his brother. "We've only just met! I think she suits us!" Matt started driving with a smirk on his face.

"Are you guys afraid of meeting new people? You guys are morons! We just had a really good conversation there!"

"Yes!" Vicky confirmed quickly.

"Oh I wonder how you two get to have a conversation!" Nick joked and the mood was suddenly no longer tense.

Vicky and Chris smirked mischievously at each other, like two children who have successfully convinced their parents to let them sleep over.

However, she couldn't withstand his beautiful eyes for long, so she quickly looked out of the window to keep her excitement under control.

When they got home, they had a few cocktails and sat in the living room. Since the triplets were 21, they had alcoholic drinks from time to time, but they never really got drunk.

They had to sit quite close together so that everyone had room, which was convenient for Vicky and Chris to continue the conversation they had started earlier.

While Chris was talking, Vicky kept catching herself looking at him lovingly. Faszinated she observed his mouth and hand movements, which she recognized from regularly watching the triplets videos. Being with Chris felt so familiar.

One by one, the others went to bed.

Vicky and Chris only noticed this after a while because they were deeply involved in talking and there was a brief moment of discomfort when they realized they were alone.

"I should go too," Vicky said quietly.

"You don't have to!" Chris quickly replied. He was so comfortable with her that he didn't want to end the evening already. It had been a long time since he had felt attracted to someone so quickly.

Vicky was more than ok with continuing the evening and had hoped Chris would ask her to stay.

Perhaps it was the slight effect of alcohol or simply the fact that it was Chris sitting in front of her, but in any case, in a moment of euphoria, she leaned forward and kissed him.

My God his lips felt breathtaking!

Better than she could ever have imagined!

Realizing what she just did, Vicky retreated in shame. "Sorry... That just came at me out of nowhere!"

Chris was in fact really impressed by her courage and it definitely made him want more. "Well, I don't mind it!" he smirked and pulled her back to his lips.

"Your lips feel nice..." Chris moaned quietly, his hand grabbing the back of her neck.

Vicky gasped from his words and her excitement quickly rose high.

"I've always dreamed of kissing you!"

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[12romy]

Romy have you ever thought of writing a fanfic of Lewis as a WAG or is it HAB(husband & boyfriends😭)?? Like imagine him as either Charles or Sebs wag or if he was Nicos wag and then left Nico for Seb 😂😂😂🤭 the drama

Oh wow, I had actually didn't think about this but holy shiiit. Imagine. WAG Lewis gets tired of Nico's "no-sex" thing to be more performant for championships and him just stop living with Lewis to focus on winning. And then boom, there's cute, sassy, flirty Seb who's right there and who's maybe talking to Lewis to infuriate Nico, but it's working and they get along and it all ends in a terribly dramatic cheating scandal, with Nico probably retiring and having a broken heart, and Seb retiring too and marrying Lewis, who makes songs about it 😌

Gotta say, I also really, really like the idea of 1644 with WAG Lewis.... But I don't know how that would work, dynamic wise. Maybe they met because Charles is a fan of Lewis' music and went to every concert he could for a while, often ending up backstage. They probably do a collab at some point, or maybe Lewis helps Charles with his piano, and they end up fucking in the recording studio.

Also WAG Lewis is probably a very famous singer who hangs around the paddock, but when stupid journalists talk to him thinking he's just pretty with zero knowledge of F1, they realise he's super knowledgeable about everything and that he's got a fucking degree in mechanics or car engineering or something. He's also always dressed incredibly well and probably wears makeup. And he always leaves the biggest kiss mark on his boyfriend's cheek before the race, for good luck.