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sempiternalmuze · 1 year

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ms. americana & the heartbreak prince

eddie roundtree/loving x f!reader

description: eddie is your prince, girls are mean, and you love the boy so much that it hurts. good news is that he loves you just as much.

word count: 1.7k

warning(s): none

a/n: erm...hi!! first eddie fic and this man has been in my head for the last month non stop. bit of a fluff/hurt comfort piece. this is the first thing i've finished reading in a long time, and i have some more stuff in the works. please like and reblog, its really helps :)!!

"You know I adore you, I'm crazier for you Than I was at 16...I counted days, I counted miles To see you there, to see you there...Leave with my head hung, you are the only one Who seems to care..."

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: . . :☆ﾟ. ─── ➶ ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: . . :☆ﾟ. ───

Your hands were traveling all over Eddie's body, pulling at the collar of his shirt, tangled in his hair. His lips were desperate against yours, searching every part of you that you'd let him.

"Baby, I gotta go-" He gasped, breathing heavily as he pulled his lips away from yours. His hand gripped the back of your neck while the other rested against the small of your back. The crowd could be heard echoing throughout the walls of the stadium, their cheers and screams bouncing around the two of you.

You nodded, giving him a smile and one last kiss. "Walk me down to the room?" He nodded, helping you down from the amps you had found your way onto.

Eddie and you had been together for over five years, since the last half of senior year. He was quick to ask you to come with him, and you hadn't hesitated to follow him and the band out west to California.

Eddie swayed slightly as he walked you down to the back room, where the others would be, preparing to take their time on the stage. He was smiling his beautiful upturned, soft smile.

"What's got you so happy? Excited?" You asked, squeezing his bicep.

"Just thinking about how lucky I am, to have someone like you with me. If I could have anything in the world, I'd still choose you." He looked down at you.

Your chest tightened with something, filled with the love and excitement of knowing that you had him. Eddie could be a real hard ass, always getting too mad too fast. But somehow, you could never make him mad. Did you annoy him sometimes? Of course, but not as much as Billy or Graham could. Did he love to goof around with Warren? Duh, but when it came to you, it was like he didn't have anything to prove, anything to leave behind to know you would still be there after a show or a gig in a bar. And you felt great comfort in knowing that despite the drinking, the drugs, and the chance to flirt with another, he would never do anything that left you alone or in pain.

As you two arrived in front of the door you took his hand in yours, giving it a tight squeeze.

"I love you a lot." You smile, kissing his knuckles, running your fingers over the callouses that covered his fingers.

The door swung open and Warren let out a cheer, pointing his drumsticks in the air.

"Let's fucking do this!!" He yelled, a mirage of cheers coming from behind him. "Woah, sorry to interrupt lovebirds, but we have a show to put on." He laughed, pulling Eddie with him.

Eddie rolled his eyes, mouthed a quick love you, and began walking in stride with the drummer, the others quickly following behind, giving you a wave and smile.

You walked into the room, which reeked of weed and alcohol. There were three groupies sitting on the couches and lounging around the floor. They usually stayed around for a bit, went to the show, then came back to freshen up before the band got back. Usually, you and Camila would sit in the corner, talk about life with your boys, and talk about the next show. But Camila was at home, pregnant, and could not stand being around the waves of smells.

So you sat alone, leaning against the couch that was more focused in the corner, just a bit farther from the four girls that littered the room. Usually, they clung to Warren and Graham, but you weren't immune to the looks they would give Eddie, they did the same thing to Billy, whether you and Camila were or weren't here.

You sighed, leaning your head back, hearing the crowd get louder as the band began their set. The cheers were enough to make you excited to see Eddie after the show. He would be full of energy and power, seeing as this was one of the biggest crowds, based on what the sounds themselves told you.

"Hey, you're the one that's always with Eddie, right?" One of the girls called.

You looked towards her, her makeup slightly messy, hair blown back. She was smiling, and for a moment you thought she might be showing you a bit of kindness.

"Yeah, always by his side." You smiled, prideful that you made your presence around him notable.

"Mm, yeah, you should try to do that less." She smirked, her hand lifting another hill of powder up to her nostril.

You looked at her, confused about what she could mean. Your arms wrapped around one another, hugging yourself as you leaned into her words.

"Yeah, that's just like, hook-up 101. You don't want to annoy them, just give them enough to keep it up." She winked, as the girls around her laughed.

There was a sudden ache in the bottom of your stomach, the way she eyed you, the way she had let the words drip off her tongue.

"Well," You squared your shoulders, "Good thing I'm not just a hookup. Eddie and I are together, have been for a while."

"Oh, sure. I'm not doubting that, I'm just saying maybe if you acted like you were just a hook-up, he wouldn't have the need to go find one of us." She shrugged, pouting her lips.

The malice in her voice, in her eyes. There was serious pity in what she was telling you and you had no idea how to react. She could be lying, she could be just playing up a story to try and get a reaction. Why would you give her that and her friends that?

You silently grabbed your stuff and walked out. If you took one last look or said something you weren't sure if it would be with anger or tears. The crowd was still cheering, yelling out as the band began the second half of their set but the only thing you could hear was the pounding in your head.

You made your way out the area's back door, the one nearest to where the bus had parked. Teddy was right outside, smoking a cigarette.

"Hey, darling-" You looked over at him, tears welling over in your eyes. He immediately turned to you, a look of concern splashed over his face. "What's going on?"

"Nothing Teddy. Just um, you know how these girls can be." You gave him a soft smile, wiping away the tears in your eyes. He gave you a nod, saying nothing before offering you a cigarette from his pack.

You took it, lit it, and let out a long exhale as your head rested against the wall of the arena.'

"You know, I don't know how to get, sentimental. I'm not the best with words or anything, but I will tell you this: Eddie would never do whatever those girls in there said."

"It's alright Teddy, I don't need any lies or cover stories. I'm a big girl, he's a big guy, and I'll have that conversation with him." You smiled, taking another drag.

"I've toured with bands for almost fifty years and you think I'm gonna start covering them now? Look, I know how these guys tend to get. I've toured with lots of bands for a long time, and I tell you, that boy is one of the very few that has never even looked at another woman the entire time I've been here."

The tears began to well in your eyes again, that tight feeling in your chest returning. You knew Teddy was right. But there was always a small part of you to doubt Eddie even though he had never given you a reason to. You felt it could be because of what Camila had found out about Billy, and you knew everything he had put her through. You had been the one to hold her at the hospital after Julia came, as Billy was on his way to rehab. You could never see Eddie putting you through that, and for all you cared, Eddie was ten times the guy Billy had ever been.

"All I'm saying is, if anyone is gonna tell you the truth, it's that boy. And he's still going to apologize for even letting you think that way even though he had no hand in it."

So why put yourself through the what if's when you could ask the man that loved you for yourself?

"You're right." You flicked the burnt stub to the ground, and stomped it out, turning to Teddy. "Thank you, Teddy."

He smiled, and grabbed the door, letting you back inside. The show itself was coming to an end, you could tell as the chorus for Honeycomb began. You rush to a bathroom, fix your eyeliner and lipstick, fluffed your hair, then made your way back to the band's room.

As you opened the door you saw that the girls had all quieted down, trying to fix themselves up before the others returned. You weren't going to say a word, just going to let actions speak for themself.

A few minutes later, the band rushed into the room, cheering, and jumping around as the girls got up to greet whoever they wanted. You sat, waiting patiently for your boy to appear.

When he did, his eyes scanned the room, looking frantically for you. When they landed on him he made no hesitation to race across the room, dropping to his knees in front of where you sit.

"Hi baby." He smiled, catching you in a kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his around your waist as he held you close to his body. He gripped you so hard you would think that someone was going to come into his arms and rip you away from him. He shifted around, so his head rest against your lap as you played with his hair.

And all the bad feelings disappeared. Maybe one day you would have the conversation with Eddie, tell him what had been said to you, what you thought she could mean. But for now, you knew that Teddy's words rang true. Eddie was a hothead, but he wasn't a cheater. He was someone whose heart had enough room for one person, and that just happened to be you.

#eddie loving x reader #eddie roundtree x reader #daisy jones and the six #daisy jones and the 6 fic #djats imagine #djats eddie #sempiternalmuze #sempiternalmuze.txt #eddie roundtree x you

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sw1mmingfoolz · 2 years

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✨ seventeen reaction : vocal unit : the moment they realise they like you ✨

requested? Y/N - 'I saw this in other blog and hope its fine to request here the same. Can you do svt reaction to the moment they figure out that they like you as more than a friend? Thank you :) like what you do that makes them realize oh god i have a crush? // Crush anon I just sent but forgot to specify, can I have vocal unit please!! Sorry :( id like detailed hehehe' - anonymous

genre: fluff! in lil imagine format cuz the request was for a more detailed reaction hehe

wc: 1.4k (i really hope that isn't too long to scroll, read mores still won't work with me :( )

a/n: hello anon! thank you sm for your request :) i couldn't find the reaction on another blog but it sounds extremely familiar so i might have seen it before, regardless i hope this isn't unintentionally similar cuz i did try to find it to make sure of it :') this is also my first specific imagine style reaction so feedback is EXTREMELY appreciated! i read all of your tags and love all of you endlessly 💞

jeonghan

you were lying upside down on your couch, head dangling over the edge as jeonghan laid on the floor. he was there for film night - at least, he thought that's what the plan was supposed to be. your television black screened and lifeless and the only sounds echoing off your apartment's walls were the buzzing of the aircon overhead and your voices as you spoke. talking with you was always so easy, and neither of you realised how fast the hours were passing as you discussed everything that was anything to either of you. it got rather philosophical at times, and both of you ended up sharing secrets and stories neither of you had ever thought anyone else would hear, and eventually the clock struck 7 in the morning, the two of you thankful it was a sunday and you could sleep in.

it hit him all at once during a period of vulnerable silence after he shared a particularly hard to recount story about his trainee days, tears burning at his eyes, when you rolled onto your stomach and placed your hand on his in wordless encouragement. he realised he felt so comfortable, he trusted you more than anyone, he wanted to hear everything you could ever even think of saying no matter how small you found it, and then he realises he wanted an infinite number of nights like that one. maybe, he thinks, during the next one the raw vulnerability you shared would allow him to confess. he certainly hoped so.

joshua

you've completely forgotten how this weird gag the two of you were doing began - all you knew was that you were doing your best granny impression and you and joshua were the only two laughing. joshua had forgotten as well, for he was too focused on the way your eyes creased when you laughed and how into it you got as you played off of his jokes to evolve them further. the other members were rolling their eyes and fake gagging, as always, but he could only wonder how it hadn't hit him sooner. even when the others were acting unamused through stifled giggles, you were always as raucous as he was, immediately joining in whatever bits he began and going back and forth as if you were a comedy duo currently on stage and bantering with each other as if you were born to do so. you laughed at every single one of his jokes, and if no one heard them you were always so deliberate in your "what was that, josh?" - he could never feel unfunny with you because you'd never let him.

moreso, he was always smiling and laughing when he was around you, feeling so light and so understood, even though you could be serious with one another too. it hit him as he watched you laugh at his put on accent, how constantly supported and happy he felt because of you, and he did a horrible job of hiding it as he stared at you too long and you asked if he was okay. a warm blush dusting his cheeks, the members finally were laughing now, but for an entirely different reason.

jihoon

jihoon called you over from where you sat scrolling on your phone in the corner of his studio. you obliged, sitting on his lap as was normal for you both, taking the headphones he offered you without noticing how pink his ears were even in the harsh light of his monitors. it was dark outside by now, and he was always so thankful for your willingness to stay late at nights while he worked as he adored your company more than he was prepared to admit. he played the track he was working on from the beginning and felt it slowly dawn on him as he studied your expression. you were as focused as always, every note and layered instrument broken apart and dissected in your brain. your feedback was always genuinely helpful to him.

you suggested changing the key, which he hadn't thought of, but while he agreed with you he didn't notice he was taking longer than usual to respond as it all clicked in his brain. you weren't one to just say "this is so good!" without offering any feedback, even though you weren't shy with the compliments either, and he appreciated the suggestions as they came from an entirely different standpoint to his own and often completely transformed his music. you didn't know all the theory terms like he did but you didn't have to; you always knew exactly what he needed, and he loved your honesty and constant readiness to help him out. the way you took interest in his interests, the way you took it seriously because he did, the way you mirrored his passion without even realising it. he glanced at the nintendo switch he'd bought to keep next to his equipment after you'd mentioned potentially thrashing him in mario kart once and realised he would always do the same for you. and he finally knew why.

seokmin

seokmin is the first to admit he doesn't really know much about your field of study/work. he thinks you're ridiculously smart, and incredibly cool, but he is often rather lost when you go on impassioned asides about a certain related thing you've learned recently. it doesn't stop him from looking at you with stars in his eyes, however, absolutely awestruck as you gesticulate a ton to accompany your words, and it's during one of these rambles that it hits him like a ton of bricks.

he is slightly clueless, but he asks a ton of questions, for he truly cares, and he listens intently when you're all too willing to explain things to him. he was afraid at first of looking stupid, but you've never treated him as such, if anything even more excited to explain things to him. it opens him up, draws him out, allows him to ask even more questions and egg you on, and eventually he finds himself reading up on these passions in his free time and thinking of other things to ask you and discuss with you when the time is right. during the talk that it hits him he realises he is so excited, and he isn't even fully sure why, it's just that you're so animated and enlivened that it makes him feel the exact same. he realises he never wants you to stop talking, never wants to stop learning, never wants to see that spark leave your eye, and that he is oh so very in love with you. he wondered if he can confess in a subject relevant pick up line, or if that would be a little too cheesy.

seungkwan

you were completely ignoring him at the moment, but for once he didn't really care, relaxing on your couch as you tidied the kitchen. he often went over for dinner, claiming it's because he'd forget to eat otherwise (not entirely false) and mostly unwilling to admit that you just so happen to be his favourite person to spend time with. music blared from your phone on the countertop as you finished doing the dishes and grabbed a cloth to wipe down the surfaces, absentmindedly beginning to sing along. it was a duet, and you assumed both the male and female parts, putting on silly voices and giggling to yourself as you danced around and cleaned as you went.

he watched you, transfixed, unsure as to whether he wanted to join you in dancing and assume the male parts himself (though he wouldn't complain about being the female part either, for he did have the range) or keep observing you. he settled on the latter, and it's then it dawned on him, that his heart was swelling as he watched you be goofy in your own little world. you managed to make such small things as house chores the most fun thing in the world and fill the apartment with an abundance of joy so easily, and he can never help but smile. after a few more seconds he did get up, his voice piercing the air as he tackled the higher notes of the female singer, and you giggled at him and lowered your own voice as much as you possibly could to contrast him. he held out a hand to you in an invitation to waltz the best you could around the room and wondered if you knew the romance expressed in the lyrics were exactly how he felt about you as he'd just come to realise.

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the-void-writes · 2 months

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"only a fool would grow bored with a [x/god/goddess] the colour of blood"

I can't thank you enough for this prompt because it really helped me explore these characters better. The problem is it ended up being over 8k words lol. I'm gonna do something different then, and answer this prompt in separate posts, like a mini-series. I really hope you guys enjoy it because this was seriously fun!

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

TW: Mentions of nausea, parasites, death of family, and funerals.

Freaks Of Preston - Where Family Begins and Ends - Part 1

Will hated being in Vesely’s office. It was clean and organized to an unnatural degree. There wasn’t a speck of dust on the counters, not a single book out of place. It reminded Will of a stage play, a facade for whatever audience Vesely was inviting at the time. There was an underlying, unshakeable feeling that something in the room would jump out at Will, or the floor would crumble beneath his feet to reveal the darkness that seeped out of everything Vesely touched.

His bone-colored fingers tapped the desk limply, as if an invisible force was lifting his hand and letting it fall. Will couldn’t tell if Vesely’s powers had decayed his body, reducing him to this frail state, or if he was actually older than Jason had thought. Secretly, Will hoped it was the first option, even if that gave him more terrifying questions about his own Infection. His own rapid decay wasn’t as sickening as the idea that a diseased old man had tried to seduce his godfather.

Vesely put down his array of papers and finally glanced up at Will. His green eyes seemed to swirl in the light, the way Will imagined a pool of toxic waste might look. He couldn’t keep looking at him without growing nauseous. The Infection burned and twisted in Will’s veins, reinvigorated by the presence of its former master.

“Hello, William.”

There was a small hint of hope in his voice, as though he hadn’t expected the boy to show up. Of course, that hope hadn’t stopped him from using the wrong name. Will took a deep breath and moved past it.

“Hello, sir.”

“Please, have a seat.”

He passed the rows of sterile-looking shelves and sat in the chair across from Vesely’s desk. The closer proximity to those toxic eyes made Will’s nausea even worse.

“How is your training going?” Vesely asked. “Is it any easier with the medicine?”

Will’s hand twitched against his leg. He could have told Vesely off right then and there for acting like he gave a damn about the boy he was slowly killing, but he held his tongue. One wrong word could put his team into a week’s worth of extra training, and those poor kids were still recovering from the week before. Their health meant more to Will than any debate he could try to have with Vesely.

“It’s been fine, sir.” Will focused on a row of books in the corner, too dizzy from looking Vesely in the eye. “I have to thank you again for letting me stay here.”

“I have to thank you, as well. We’ve made so much progress since you showed up.” Vesely nodded solemnly to himself. “I should have brought you in much earlier.”

Will took a deep breath, letting his irritation float away. “Rio said you wanted to see me?”

“Yes, there’s something I need from you.”

Vesely leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Most days, he was unreadable, save for those moments in battle where his mask of indifference would slip and reveal the power-hungry madman underneath. Today, in his quiet state, Will could read him like a book. He seemed exhausted— fragile, even.

“I’ll have to leave the facility tomorrow,” Vesely said. “My father passed away a few days ago. We’re holding his funeral back home.”

Will sat politely with his hands on his lap, consumed by more thoughts than he could keep track of. From the few things he had learned, Vesely Senior was the one who had planted this idea of the “superior species” into the heads of his children. It must have worked better than he was hoping, because Vesely ended up surgically harvesting his father’s powers for himself, leaving the man comatose until the day he died. Will suspected that Vesely was slightly proud of what he had done, given how he brought up that story every other week. Today, though, he wore no such pride.

“I’m sorry for your loss, sir,” Will said.

“As am I.” Vesely closed his eyes. “There are some things I’ll need before I attend the funeral. That’s why I asked for you.”

“What do you need?”

“I’d like for you to go, as well.”

Will bit his tongue so hard that he thought he could taste blood. He couldn’t afford to lash out, no matter how much his wrists ached from the surge of his powers. After everything Vesely had done— the hit-and-run, Jason’s kidnapping, the child experiments, and Will’s illness— he dared to ask Will for such a huge favor, attending a funeral for the man who started all of this.

Vesely could sense his discomfort like a snake finding its prey in a field. He spoke in a gentle, rhythmic tone, but Will found no comfort in his words.

“You’re not being tricked, Will. I only mean to show you to my family. They need to see the progress we’ve made, with our patients and technology— and with you, most of all.”

Will shook his head. “Sir, I’m not your best patient. I’m not even the best in our Division.”

“This isn’t about your testing— which isn’t as bad as you may think, mind you.” Vesely gestured towards Will’s left arm, with the dark blue lines of his disease trailing down his skin. “You are the only patient who’s survived the initial Infection. You’re the proof that my father was looking for, someone capable of intense strength— A living god.”

The boy flinched at his words, and his irritation seeped through his voice. “So you want bragging rights, is that it?”

Vesely let out a small, barely-audible chuckle, with a smile that looked unnatural on him.

“I just want the others to know that our father hasn’t died in vain, that his dream is alive and well.”

“Alive and well— Is that what you call this? Your parasite ate through my nerves. You want to take pride in that?”

Will crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. Part of him started to miss Rio’s extensive training and Avery’s medical testing, the pain of which was preferable in comparison to the intense, sickening, stifling atmosphere of the office. Vesely sighed deeply, but he wasn’t irritated— not from what Will could tell, at least. He scratched at his cheek as he thought to himself.

“If you come to the funeral, I’ll give your division the week off of training.”

Of course, he knew the best way to manipulate the boy. Will looked back at him sternly.

“Two weeks, for their full recovery. Riley needs more time to rest.”

“It’s a deal.”

Vesely held his hand out to seal the deal, earning a glare from Will. A double-infection seemed unlikely, but Will didn’t want to take that risk ever again. His hands still ached from the memory of Vesely’s near-acidic touch. Realizing his mistake, Vesely sheepishly retracted his hand.

“Right, I’ll have everything sorted out by tomorrow. You won’t have to speak to anyone, and we’ll be out before you know it.”

“As long as my friends get to rest, it’s fine.”

“You’re a good leader, Will. They’ll truly appreciate it.” Vesely bowed his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Will left the office without another word. He cursed Vesely for doing this, just as he cursed himself for agreeing to go. His friends needed that extra time, even if it meant risking his life even further. The funeral invitation may have been sincere, but Vesely always found a way to hurt someone, intentional or not. Still, Will told himself it was the best thing to do. He could get through it, as long as he stayed calm.

#writeblr #ask games #wip: freaks of preston

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imagine-knowing-a-name · 2 years

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BLÅHAJ

Summary: Even a simple trip to IKEA can lead to new friendships when you’re a land shark named Jeff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3847

Warnings: Mentions of (mistaken) death, but I think that’s it

A/N: I did go to IKEA in the middle of my exam seasons just to get a Blahaj, he is called Blahaj and is possibly the best thing I’ve spent money on. Anyway I thought it would be great to imagine Jeff getting one too since they are both sharks, and this is the result! Shoutout to @hey-its-liz and @wolferine for both influencing and talking through ideas with me for this :))

Also, I actually really like this one, here’s hoping it doesn’t flop

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe

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Jeff was a simple shark at heart. His social media followers may only see his intellect and his TV documentaries on the truth about sharks, but you knew what he was like at home. At home, he ate, he slept, and he didn’t do much else. Right now? He was focused on the sleeping side.

But that worked in your favour. Yelena had brought Fanny over for a play date recently, and though you thought you could leave her alone with Jeff, it had turned particularly destructive, even for them, and much of your living room was left wrecked. So you and Natasha were on your way to IKEA in order to refurbish the room.

Another part of Jeff that people rarely saw was his hatred of being left alone. If either of you went anywhere, he assumed he would be going too; which became an issue when many places classed him in the same category as dogs, not allowing him into certain shops. You hadn't tried bringing him to IKEA, but knowing they didn't allow dogs, you and Natasha had decided it was best not to risk it with Jeff.

You would only be gone for a few hours, a short enough time that Jeff would be fine on his own, but it meant you would have to leave in silence, before Jeff woke up and begged you to bring him with you.

You and Natasha did your best not to disturb him, but it was of no use. Even half-asleep, Jeff kept track of your positions through sound alone, but he intended to prolong his nap as much as possible, trusting you to wake him up when the time came.

But that time never came.

Instead, Jeff heard you approach the front door, shuffling and some muttered conversation happening as you put your shoes on. He sat up sleepily; you always came to get him before this stage, otherwise you'd have to walk back through the house in outdoor shoes.

Jeff tried to confirm his ears weren't playing tricks on him, but he only knew for sure when the distinctive click of a lock preceded the opening of the front door. Jeff could wait for you no longer. Instead, he rushed up as fast as he could to race out of the door, stopping only to jump and grab his modified seatbelt on the way out.

He made it out just before Natasha could pull it fully shut, instantly running past her to where you stood. You had one hand on the passenger door when Nat spotted Jeff; a few more moments passed before you registered the reason she'd called for the land shark. You'd opened the door, and your eyes widened when a small grey blur pushed past you and hopped onto the seat.

"Jeff?" The land shark tilted his head at the mention of his name. You turned to Natasha. She still stood by the front door, holding it open marginally and watching you expectantly; she wanted you to tell Jeff to get back in the house.

"Mrrr" Jeff said, and your attention was back on him.

"What? no we didn't- we didn't forget him, right Nat?" Jeff was your weak point, it was a struggle to say no to him, and to tell him that you didn't want him to come just seemed plain mean. Natasha, however, rarely had such qualms when talking to the land shark, probably because she couldn't understand the hurt replies he'd shoot back with. You looked to her for help, but she was unrelenting; she wouldn't do this for you. Not this time.

It was difficult, Jeff looked up at you with such eager eyes, and his seatbelt hung loosely from his mouth; but you had to tell him no.

You glanced back at your girlfriend one last time for support, then turned back to Jeff, looking into his eyes... "okay Jeff you can come, we didn't forget you, we just knew you'd come by yourself," you blurted out.

"Y/N..."

"oh. Okay, uhhh, well you have to sit in the back seat, Jeff. This is my seat."

Jeff mrrr'd in agreement while Natasha gave another "Y/N..." You ignored her as Jeff hopped down from the front of the car and in again through the back door you held open for him. At the same time, Natasha shut your house door properly and came to your side while you strapped Jeff in safely.

You shut the door before you said anything, not wanting Jeff to overhear and potentially get his feelings hurt.

"That's not what my 'Y/N...' meant and you know it." Natasha said first.

"I know, but did you see his eyes? and hear his mrrr? how was I meant to say no to that?"

"Just say the word 'no'. It's all it takes"

"It takes more than that with Jeff. He's too hard to deny." With your words, you turned your head towards the car window, Natasha doing the same. A flattened Jeff face met you both in return. The land shark had tired of being left in the car alone and had decided that pressing his face into the glass would be ample entertainment.

It worked for you because even Natasha broke into a smile at it. She walked round to get to her side of the car shaking her head, but grinning and relenting nonetheless.

Right before she opened the door, Natasha crossed her arms upon the car roof, leaning up so that she could see you over it. "Remind him to keep out of sight and he can come. I've trained him. He should do it well."

You shot her a thumbs up, then, synchronously, the two of you pulled the doors open, sliding into your seats. Jeff's tail thumped on the seat when you got in, his excitement to see you again evident, even if it had only been a few seconds. Your head tilted lazily to the side, letting your eyes linger on Natasha; her focus remained towards the front, checking all the mirrors, but you noticed the hint of a smile at Jeff's antics, one that grew upon catching you staring.

"Tell him the rule" she mouthed, so you finally turned around completely, looking at Jeff in the back. He grinned.

"So, Jeff, we're going to IKEA to pick up some things, but they don't allow dogs and they may not allow land sharks, so you'll have to keep a low profile, okay? Nat says she's taught you some skills, so use them, that's your mission to prove yourself today. Can you do that?"

"Mrrr" Jeff agreed, punctuating it with a nod. Natasha caught the action in the mirror; it was time to set off.

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"I think a celebrity land shark walking around might draw some attention," Natasha complained. She'd stood back to watch you as you unclipped Jeff and set him down on the ground.

You looked back at her, "you said it, he's a celebrity, that means he should be allowed into the store anyway"

"Celebrity dogs don't get a pass"

"That's because they're not one of a kind like Jeff is. But if you want I'll carry Jeff, he can pretend he's a stuffed toy, right Jeff?"

He nodded, falling back to sit on his hind legs. When you lifted him up, he stayed perfectly still; til he caught Natasha's eye at least. When that happened, he broke into his broadest smile to see if she was proud of him.

"We're Avengers and also pretty famously Jeff's family. That's not going to fool anyone," she huffed.

"You're the spy, what's your idea then? A Jeff sized cap and sunglasses?"

"It works, okay?" Natasha defended, "but no." Instead, she walked over to the trolley rack, pulling one out and pointing at the lower half: the small section for flatpacks underneath the main body of the cart. "Not many people will look down here, and even if they do, IKEA sells shark toys, Jeff can just pretend he's one of them."

"Mrrr" Jeff nodded again, clambering onto the trolley and lying down flat, his limbs stretched out. He was ready for his ride around IKEA to start.

Jeff enjoyed the first part of the trip; you sped through the showrooms and took the corners tightly, forcing Jeff to hold on tightly or else risk flying off of the trolley. It was all the fun he could ask for.

The second part? Less so.

You'd reached the section you needed; Natasha and you started a conversation about which coffee tables and sofas would work well in your house, and which ones would survive Jeff.

What you didn't notice as you talked, was that Jeff hopped off of the trolley. His legs needed a stretch and he was bored.

Your instructions had been vague anyway; just don't be seen. Only Natasha had told him to stay on the trolley, but it's not like she spoke land shark, so if either of you asked, he’d say he hadn’t understood.

He looked back at you both, still deep in conversation about something that didn't involve him. Neither of you were checking back on the trolley either, so it was the perfect opportunity for Jeff to look around.

Sofas and table legs and people legs obscured much of his view, and climbing onto furniture wasn't an option because then he'd be seen, and that would mean failing the mission you and Natasha had set him.

A small crack of colour caught his attention, marking a change from the wooden tones of the frames and the greyscale fabrics. Slowly, Jeff crept towards it, crawling under furniture and hiding behind walls until he made it into the new section. He wouldn't fail his mission.

Jeff jumped.

A sudden chorus of jungle sounds (or so he assumed from the nature documentaries he'd seen) startled Jeff and set him on edge. As he braved through the hallway, the sound only got louder, but all the land shark could see were white barred boxes either side, fabrics of varying colours and patterns poking out from their confinement. He tried to look above the boxes, but even stood up on his hind legs, they were just too high.

He remained cautious until the end of the hallway, who knew what was in those boxes, and if it was making that sound...it might even jump out at him.

Jeff peeked around the corner, only to check there was nobody there to see him, but what he did see startled him even more. Another crate, this time with shades of stone blue fur poking out. But from the distance he could see what was stacked on top: a bundle of sharks, their mouths hanging open and their eyes blank, devoid of life.

A chill ran through Jeff's small body, his land shark instincts kicking in immediately and forcing him to look big and threatening, all while crouching and leaning backwards, in case he needed a quick getaway. His lips peeled back, exposing his current front row of sharpened, serrated teeth. Jeff's low growl was a warning, he was afraid of the sharks, of why you and Nat would bring him to a place that treats sharks like this, and he was afraid of what might happen to him if someone caught him.

Voices came from the other side of the shark pile, forcing Jeff to retreat back into a miniature alcove, from which he could see his potential attacker, yet remain hidden from them. A shriek cut off the conversation, leaving Jeff trembling in his hiding spot even more, he wished he hadn’t left you and Nat.

A child came running up to the stack, and Jeff wondered if he should expose himself, just to warn them, but then the child screamed, and he realised that was the noise he’d heard earlier. They clambered up the crate and pulled the top shark down from the stack. Jeff tilted his head at the way the shark flopped, then let himself fall to the ground; it certainly wasn’t the same, his body would never move like that.

The child ran back to their mother, showing her the shark they had acquired. Jeff heard snippets of the conversation, but only one word stuck out: ‘toy’.

Suddenly it all clicked for him; Natasha had mentioned that IKEA sold shark toys, and you had asked him to pretend he was one. These were the toys.

Jeff cocked his head again, analysing the sharks closer. It would explain why they had fur; he didn’t have fur. He still didn’t understand why they had been modelled with eyes facing outwards and sad looking mouths, nor why they didn’t have legs. When Jeff had heard there were shark toys, he expected they would look like him and his plushie, Jeff Jr.

“Mrrr,” Jeff shrugged, he supposed it was good that all sharks were getting representation, he’d done his research and knew a lot of sharks tragically had no legs, unlike him.

Either way, they looked soft and Jeff assumed he would have to wait a while for you and Natasha to get around to this area. If you ever stopped discussing non-Jeff related things.

There was only one thing Jeff could think to do, excitedly running at the crate and leaping. He landed right in the centre of the sea of sharks, already relaxing with how soft and cuddly they were. The next step was for Jeff to paw at the sharks, nudging and digging into the pile as he circled, getting it ready for him to sleep on. As he spun, he began to dig deeper, until he was comfortably buried and able to settle down for sleep.

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Another load of conversations woke Jeff up from his nap, and he grumbled sleepily at the interruption, rolling over to be flat on his back, since the sharks could comfortably support his fin. There was some shuffling above him and a shark was removed, exposing Jeff’s face to the world above. Someone stared down at him, eyes locked on his, and Jeff stared back.

Neither Jeff nor the person moved for several seconds, only staring at each other, then Jeff leapt out, needing to hurry back to you since he’d been spotted. One of the plush sharks fell to the floor due to the Jeff eruption, and the person who found him stumbled backwards, off balance from the speed needed to avoid a faceful of Jeff.

Although he had started to run, the land shark felt bad for the chaos he’d caused and double backed. He went to prop the man up first, giving him a nudge so he wouldn’t fall, then ran back to the shark toy. The crate was too high and the plush was too big for Jeff to throw it back, and if he was being honest, he really wanted to take one home. He had to make the decision quickly, so he clamped his jaws around one side of the plushie and began to run, dragging it with him.

The stuffed shark was large, roughly the same as Jeff width wise, but longer than him in length, so it proved difficult to sprint; the faster he tried to run to get back to you and Natasha, the more frequently he tripped. On one occasion he even managed a perfect forwards roll over his new shark friend. But he never let it stop him, simply re-grabbing the plushie as soon as he was back upright, and continuing with his journey.

He’d almost reached you, he could see the both of you. Your backs were turned but he kept running.

Then someone stepped in his way.

Jeff stilled in his tracks, only skidding slightly from the speed he had been going. He released his shark and stiffened, looking up slowly but otherwise remaining static. The man in front of him was facing the other way, but he looked back suddenly, spotting Jeff and his toy on the floor.

“Why would someone carry a Blåhaj so far only to drop it right here?” the man sighed. Jeff guessed he was an employee, based on the uniform, and nametag, and the fact that he was bending down to pick up Jeff’s friend, Blåhaj, as the man had called him.

But instead of grabbing the plushie, as Jeff had expected, the man’s hands grabbed Jeff’s torso, beginning to pull him up. He had been so close without being spotted, and he didn’t want to lose now; as he was lifted, Jeff let his mouth drop open slightly and moved his eyes, so each one was looking in the outwards direction.

It was difficult for Jeff to see the employee when his focus was on keeping his eyes like that and not blinking, but he caught a raised eyebrow from the corner of his eye, and heard a sigh. “I just wanna go home,” he muttered, lifting Jeff to be carried under one arm, and Blåhaj under the other and dumping them right back where they started, in the plush shark crate.

Jeff stayed still until the employee had walked away, then clambered right back out, bringing his Blåhaj with him. Blåhaj endured a fair share of grumbled ‘mrrr’s on the way back, with Jeff both proud of getting away with being a toy and offended that all his progress getting back to you and Nat had been reset. Eventually, they made it, and saw you had progressed a few sections in the meantime.

“Jeff!” you smiled upon seeing him, “I was wondering when you’d be back. Who’s the friend?”

“Wait, what? Jeff?” Natasha turned. She shook her head immediately at the sight, then checked the base of the trolley. It was clear she hadn’t noticed Jeff had gone. In fairness, it was hard to see while pushing the shopping cart, especially with everything stacked in the top half. “You knew he was gone?” she asked you.

“Yeah, he left, sometime in the sofa section, right Jeff?”

He nodded, then dropped his toy at your feet, sitting and looking up at you expectantly. Then explaining the journey with a series of ‘mrrr’s. You tried your best to listen, but Natasha was also talking to you at the same time, about how you should have told her Jeff had disappeared, or what if he’d gotten lost.

“It’s a one way system, Jeff can work his way back to us without getting lost”

“Clint got lost here”

“Yeah but that’s Clint. Jeff managed it fine.” You caught another sentence from Jeff. “Oh, he managed it two times.”

Natasha huffed. She leant over the cart with closed eyes. You were having a conversation with Jeff that she couldn’t understand, only hearing snippets from your side and ‘mrrr’s from Jeff in return. She heard your scandalised, “Who picked you up?”, only to be followed by a cheerful, “Hey, Nat, Jeff passed as a toy perfectly!” She loved the two of you, and found it adorable, though confusing, to watch you interact, but she could see your team-up coming and needed to brace herself to say no. You didn’t need the giant shark.

“Of course we can get a Blåhaj!” you told Jeff, lifting him so that he could drop the toy into the cart.

“No, we’re not,” Natasha sighed. She’d prepared herself, but she still didn’t like saying no, not when it came to you. You’d explained it earlier in regards to Jeff, and she’d disagreed, but if she were being honest, even Natasha had a hard time saying no to Jeff, and an even harder time saying no to you, so when you teamed…

“Love, Jeff likes to sleep in our bed at night; him and Jeff Jr already take up so much space, you really think a metre long shark isn’t going to make things even worse?”

“We can survive, or just tell Jeff to sleep in his own bed; he has several.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “Hasn’t worked the last few times we’ve told him that, has it?”

“I’ll try harder for these two, just look at them!” At that, you held Jeff up with straightened arms, so he was at the level of Natasha’s face. He then grabbed the sides of the Blåhaj with his own hands, extending it even further into her view, before peeking his head around the side of the toy, grinning at the spy.

“We– I like sleep”

You sensed Natasha’s resolve weakening with the act, “it’s cute, isn’t it?” you prompted, tilting Jeff, and therefore Blåhaj, side to side until their tails began swishing. A small smile crept into your girlfriend’s features, so you carried on, until she eventually cracked.

“Okay, okay, we’ll get the shark, drop it into the cart Jeff and get yourself back on. We need to get ourselves out of here before we can buy anything else.”

The three of you (plus Blåhaj) sped through the rest of the sections, realising that there was a shortcut straight to check out just after the children’s section.

“Hey Nat, look at that bear” you pointed out in the final part of the walk. A collection of large, sagged brown bears, about the size of Blåhaj, sat at the end.

“Another time, Y/N.” Natasha sighed, though she couldn’t hide the amusement in her eyes from your antics. “A giant shark is enough for today.”

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Jeff was free to come out of hiding once you’d gone through the checkout, so you lifted him up and onto the child seat for the final stretch, and settled Blåhaj on his lap, which he happily cuddled with. Though the walk to the car wasn’t long, it had been a tiring day for Jeff, and a break to his usual routine of sleeping all day, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise when you turned around at the end and saw him slumped over his new toy, happily dozing atop it.

You took a photo quietly, ready for a social media post once you’d gotten Jeff’s permission, then you softly roused him. Natasha began unloading all the shopping. Meanwhile, you unloaded Jeff, lifting him up and strapping him into his car seat, securing Blåhaj in the seat next to him, complete with its own seatbelt.

You started the car up as Natasha returned the trolley. A soft smile fell onto your face as your attention switched from your sleepy land shark nodding off against his own shark, to your girlfriend climbing into the passenger side.

“What are you smiling about?” she laughed, her body language already mimicking yours as calm fell upon the car.

“Nothing,” you teased, the grin only spreading wider, “I just enjoyed today.” With a glance at Jeff in the rearview mirror, you continued, “maybe we should come to IKEA more often.”

Natasha nodded, following your line of view from the napping land shark to meeting your eyes. She smiled, and nodded again, this time with more determination.

Another few seconds passed. “Was this about the bear?”

“So his name is Djungelskog-”

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For making it to the end, you get some more Jeff + Blahaj drawings :)) let me know what you thought of the fic!

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thegettingbyp2 · 2 years

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Hi! I already sent in one Aaron Tveit request, but I’m a sucker for this man so I’m asking for another 🙈 Could you maybe write one where the reader has a history of struggling with self confidence? Maybe she’s confident most times, but every once in a while something will just set her back. She wonders why Aaron is with her, when he could literally have anybody else, so he decides to show her how he feels with both his words and his touch. Smut, fluff & a bit of angst would be greatly appreciated 🤗 Thank you 💛

Good Enough

‘Why are you with me?’ you asked, not daring to look behind you at Aaron. The two of you were both cuddling on the sofa, watching a bootleg of Aaron in Next to Normal despite his protests. As you were watching the show, you couldn’t help but focus on how his female co-stars looked; they were beautiful and skinny whereas you wore glasses and hated the way your body looked.

‘What are you talking about?’ Aaron asked from behind you, sounding confused and holding onto you just a little bit tighter.

‘Look at those people you’re on stage with,’ you said, gesturing at the TV. ‘They’re beautiful and talented and-’

‘And so are you, what are you getting at?’ Aaron replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘What I’m getting at is that you could date anyone you work with but you chose me. Why? I just feel like I’m not good enough for you.’

You felt Aaron’s hands grip your hips as he turned you around and lifted you to straddle his lap; your hands coming up to rest on his t-shirt covered chest. His hand came to lightly grip your chin and he tilted your head up to meet his eyes. ‘You really think that you’re not good enough for me? Baby if anything, it’s the other way around! Before I asked you on that first date, I thought that you thought I was just that creep that always seemed to be in the coffee shop when you were, for all you knew I could have been a stalker!’

You giggled lightly which made a smile work its way onto Aaron’s face. ‘You could never creep me out,’ you said softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him pull you closer against him. ‘But seriously, like I said, these girls you work with are so talented and I just sit in an office all day, reading potential books that will probably never be published!’

‘So? You have no idea how interesting I find it when you talk about your job, I’d go crazy if I went home to someone every night who pretty much tells me how my own day went, believe me, I’d hate it. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with you.’

‘But I look-’

‘Beautiful,’ Aaron interrupted, bringing his face closer to yours. ‘You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and nothing is going to change that. (Y/N), I love you. I remember the first day I saw you in the coffee shop, you were sitting at the table in the corner, typing away on your laptop and you weren’t even looking away from your screen to drink your coffee. The next time I went, you were in the same seat, more relaxed this time. I dropped the wooden stirrer because I wasn’t focusing on where I was going and when I reached down to get it, you looked up and gave me that little closed mouth smile you always give to strangers. From then, I knew that I wanted to ask you on a date, it just took me another three months to actually do it.’

You sat back and stared at him in amazement. ‘You really remember that,’ you said softly, bringing your hand up to brush your fingers through his hair.

‘I do. Does that prove to you that you’re the only person I want. That from the moment I laid eyes on you, I just wanted you.’ He replied, watching you intently and searching your eyes for any indication that you believed him.

‘I’m sorry,’ you said, deflating against him, ‘it’s just, sometimes I can’t help but compare myself to all these other girls you see on a day-to-day basis and I just get a bit insecure something’s, I can’t help it.’

Aaron tilted his head up to kiss me softly, ‘how about I show you that you’re the one person I’m always going to want?’

You nodded quickly and he pushed your lips together again, looping his arms around your thighs and standing up, you wrapping your legs around his waist. Not taking his lips off of yours, Aaron slowly and carefully made his way up the stairs and into your shared bedroom, the both of you giggling against each others lips when you fell onto the bed. Aaron’s head dove straight into your neck, nipping at your skin and soothing the marks immediately after with his tongue.

Aaron groaned against your neck when he felt your leg running up the side of his body and his hand came down to grip your bare thigh, holding it in place. ‘You look so good in just my t-shirt,’ he murmured into your neck as his fingers danced up your thigh and began to push the bottom of his t-shirt up your body.

You gasped when the t-shirt was pulled off of your body, Aaron’s t-shirt following closely behind. Your hands moved down his chest, cold fingers making him shiver, and you pushed his grey joggers and boxers down, wrapping your hand around his cock.

‘Jesus, (Y/N),’ he gasped in pleasure as your hand started to slide up and down his cock, your thumb sweeping over the head every time your hand moved up. You whimpered as you felt his cock twitch in your hand and one of Aaron’s hands reached down to halt your movements as his knees roughly spread your thighs apart. ‘If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum and this is meant to be all about you.’ Your hand slowly released its grip on his cock and Aaron’s eyes met yours, ‘good girl.’

Keeping one hand on your hip, pinning you in place, he slowly pushed into you, not stopping until your hips were pressed together. You both took a minute to even your breaths before Aaron slowly pulled back out, pushing back in slightly faster. The action made your legs tighten around Aaron’s waist and your fingers buried themselves in the hair at the back of his head. You felt the breath being forced out of you with each thrust, whimpers being the only sounds that left your mouth.

‘Look at me,’ Aaron moaned, gripping your chin and turning you to look at him, the firm grip not giving you any room to move your head away from his gaze. ‘I love you,’ he said softly, his grip loosening, ‘okay? I love you, I don’t want anyone else and I don’t want you to ever think that you’re not good enough.’ His lips kissed yours again gently and you couldn’t help the light moan that escaped your throat. ‘You’re close, aren’t you?’ he asked with a smirk as he sped up the pace of his hips and he brought his hand down to play with your clit.

You screamed into his mouth as your orgasm washed over you and you clung onto Aaron as tight as you could to ground yourself. A throaty groan left Aaron’s lips as he followed close behind you, letting his body weight rest comfortingly on top of yours. Aaron eventually rolled off of your body and wriggled his way underneath the sheet, making you giggle as you were jostled with every move me made. Once he was settled, he pulled you into his arms so your head was laying on his chest and his fingers were able to comb soothingly through your hair.

‘Do you think I’ve made myself clear?’ Aaron asked, chuckling lightly at his own choice of words. You tilted your head up to look at him, smiling softly.

‘I think you made yourself very clear,’ you replied, dropping a chaste kiss onto his chest before getting comfy on his chest again and playing with one of his hands in both of yours, making Aaron hum happily into your hair.

‘I know that sometimes you get into a panic about our relationship because you think that you need to compare yourself to some of the girls I work with but you really don’t, baby. You’re the person I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, speaking of,’ he cut himself off by reaching into the drawer of his bedside table, not taking his hand from my grip, and settled back down in the bed, reaching his free hand around the front of my body until I could see the open black ring box in his hand, a beautiful engagement ring nestled in the cushions of the box.

‘(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?’

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the-wales-5 · 1 year

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"Your childhood must have been idyllic in comparison to mine" Prince William sighed once he stopped telling his university friend Catherine one of the stories about his parents' fights over their affairs.

At that stage, the prince of Wales' son's friendship with 'Kate' was much more than helping one another with notes from the lectures. Evening conversations consisted of everything and nothing. Discussions with Catherine, though mostly funny ones, sometimes also involved hurtful memories that William never dared to reveal before, such as his own opinion about parents' divorce or trauma after viewing his mother's interview that aired in 1995.

Middleton did not reply to the last words her friend spoke to her. She clasped her hands together and stared at the pattern on the trousers she was wearing this evening. Although it was not her friend's intention to make Catherine feel uncomfortable she still seemed to feel that way.

"Kate.. Is there something you want to share?" William tried to carry on with the conversation after a few seconds.

"No.." she said quietly and took a sip of her tea, then said, "We should not be talking about that. I mean my childhood really was an idyllic one" she smiled and then stood up. "I'm going to bring us something to eat, okay?".

The prince nodded and stared Kate's way. He was quite surprised by her reaction, and it only became more intense later in the evening when he heard Catherine sobbing inside her room. He decided not to bring this up in their morning conversation because he did not want to make her feel uncomfortable once more.

"Catherine, were you crying last night?" was the question she's been trying to avoid all day and succeed, but did not succeed at something else. At hiding real feelings. During a break between one and another lecture, Middleton decided to leave the class and went to her room. She dialled her mother's number and waited until Carole received the call.

"Mum, may I go back home earlier than during the break next month? I--.. I truly need it, I think"

"What's the matter, Kate? You do not sound well"

"I am not feeling well, mummy.." were her last words before she began to sob.

In Carole Middleton's mind, the worst possible flashbacks started to appear. Memories of her daughter silently crying in her room or of hiding eczema signs under long-sleeved sweaters.

After getting "approval" for an early return home in the following days, Kate washed her face with cold water. Upon entering the room where lectures were held, she noticed that other students were already leaving. "Fuck" she cursed "I've been in my room longer than I thought".

"Catherine, are you okay?" were the words of her friend Olivia as soon as she noticed Kate's slightly washed-off makeup which was the result of her tears.

"Yes, I am fine. Could you please give me some notes from this lecture later?" she sent Olivia a reassuring smile before going outside the university building to breathe in the fresh air.

She did not notice that William was not only watching her, realising that her voice was different from its usual state but also noticed that she was drying her cheeks from tear marks. "She's been acting differently since yesterday evening" he murmured on the way to his room "But I shouldn't try to persuade her to talk about it if she doesn't want to".

In the evening, the student of art history was focusing on writing notes from the lecture she did not attend.

"Have you finished, Kate?" Olivia, whose borrowed notes Middleton was working on, asked rather impatiently "I am sorry but I do have to learn one thing or two from these this evening too".

"It is not quite ready yet," Catherine said as she pointed out at her almost-blank notebook pages, with just a few sentences written. Olivia sat down next to her, asking:

"Shall I help you? Not only with notes but--.."

"But what else?" Catherine startled and blinked once

"Well.. I'm sorry to put it that way, but you were not looking fine this afternoon before these lectures you skipped nor later when asking me for notes and…"

Middleton cut her friend off as with a little smile she responded "Yeah, I'm aware of that. Now if you'll excuse me, I want to have at least half of your notes rewritten.."

"Sure" Olivia nodded "There's no rush, take your time" .

Catherine closed the door and a sigh of frustration escaped her lips. She was not feeling angry towards Olivia but because someone noticed a change in her behaviour. She didn't know that her female friend was not the only one who made that observation.

***

Two days later, during breakfast time when everyone else was eating, William was sitting outside St. Salvador Hall and wondering if he should have asked Catherine for the reason for her 'weird' behaviour which, by now, every one of her closest friends could notice.

"Why did you bring it?" Fergus, Middleton's close friend, was confused after seeing her luggage while they all were waiting in the corridor for their classes to begin.

"Well.. I am coming back home for the weekend right after these classes finish so I thought that it would be rather practical to bring it here and then leave straight away, without coming back to my room and--.."

The professor who was responsible for hosting those classes interrupted by saying in a rather arrogant way: "It is not as practical as you think, Miss Catherine Middleton. Just imagine if all of our students wanted to do the same thing as you by the end of the week. Our rooms built for teaching would be full of rucksacks, jackets and suitcases" .

"I am sorry, Mrs. Howard" Catherine blinked, feeling again like a scolded child. All of a sudden she heard a familiar voice that startled her and yet comforted her for some unknown reason.

"Kate? Are you leaving today?"

"Yes, I am.." she murmured "I am so stupid though.. Mrs. Howard, I will take this luggage back to my room"

"I'd appreciate it, thank you" her professor replied before letting the rest of the waiting students into the room. "William Wales, aren't you coming?"

"In a moment, Mrs. Howard" the prince said and followed Catherine who was on the way back to her room. He still felt hesitant to ask, but the fact she wanted to leave Scotland without clear explanations worried him so much.

"Kate, tell me what is going on"

"Nothing that would interest you" Catherine replied rudely, hoping that will scare him away

"I am afraid you are wrong. And please, do not tell me this thing has something to do with an illness of your relative or a dog because you've started to act this way the moment I mentioned "an idyllic childhood" in our conversation a few days ago".

Catherine sighed deeply, sitting down on the sofa. "Things aren't necessarily how they seem, you see…"

William who was now sitting next to his friend was staring at her for a few seconds until she felt uncomfortable "Stop it, please unless you don't want to hear what I mean" .

"I am sorry" William said and turned his head away, looking at his friend's bags.

"One word is the perfect explanation: bullying" Middleton sighed and closed her eyes "I have been bullied at my boarding school 'Downe House' when I was 14 years old. The other girls, they were, ugh.." She had to control her tears. "They were very mean at times. In the beginning, I wanted to make friends with them but I never stood a chance and they proved it, cruelly…"

"What did they do to you?" William asked and unknowingly for himself and Catherine, put his hand on her knee to reassure her.

"At this very moment, I do not remember any of the names they called me, although there were many. I have simply forgotten it in the first stage that people call denial and memories never resurfaced. If only all of them could never resurface.." She murmured and chuckled. "Unfortunately I remember the majority of other things. Such as laughing whenever I walked past them in the canteen, taking away my books and even… Even putting excrement, shit in my bed in the evening" .

"Oh my gosh.. Catherine.." William whispered

"They made me feel terribly insecure and sick. The first signs of eczema appeared a month after I started studying at Downe House. You may wonder why I was so startled today when professor Howard came to me and--.."

"I've heard what she's said"

"I got so many flashbacks into my head of Downe House teachers doubting me. Not even flashbacks, that's a bad wording, rather my own imaginings of being doubted in case I've ever told someone about it all.."

"You mean to tell me you were silent all the time? Why, though?"

"I was simply scared of the consequences but at last I decided to tell my parents and they decided to change school to "Marlborough College". That's where I could begin everything again. I finally believed in myself.."

"And with our conversation, I brought up your horrifying, traumatic memories.." William sighed "I am so sorry, Kate. If I only knew what you went through I'd never say something like this, I swear"

"It is not your fault. I mean I am persuading you to talk about your traumatic memories all the time so perhaps it was just my turn to speak up on mine with you as a listener, William Wales" . Catherine smiled a little and then wiped her tears "That's embarrassing" she murmured.

"Nothing is embarrassing when it comes to feelings. These are your own words, Kate" .

"Exactly. I am trying to get a degree in psychology and can't precisely talk about my own feelings"

"You just proved that you can, Miss Middleton" William smiled at her "You've told me everything you wanted to share for now"

"A real therapy session" Catherine giggled a little but then she looked into her friend's eyes, asking "For now? What do you mean by that, William?"

"Just that we're going to have many other sincere conversations, Miss Middleton" .

A few seconds of silence filled the room and Kate then changed the topic "Are we going back to the class with Mrs. Howard? We should not skip it, you know"

"You should skip it today. Go back home now, I will justify your absence somehow, okay?"

"Really?"

"Did I ever lie to you?"

Catherine laughed in response. When William handed back her bag and luggage, their hands brushed against one another.

"Thank you" she quietly said and weakly smiled.

"Take care, Middleton," William replied and stared at her as she was leaving the room. Once she closed the door, he sighed in relief. He was happy to see her in better condition and rather confident that his words to her about many of their conversations in the future will be true.

He didn't know but Catherine, on her long way home, was wondering about the actual meaning of those words.

< The end >

#royal fanfiction #sincere conversations #st andrews university themed stories #st andrews #kate x william #catherine middleton #prince william #prince and princess of wales #text post #tags

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sneezyminniejo · 2 years

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Hello

i dont know if this is something you would be willing to do and its ok if not but sick niki (cold/ fever) and he gets found by Seventeen members or txt members, like in the company building

thank you :)

Here it is, hope you enjoy

Side Effects of a Fever

Riki was tired. Which both made sense and didn’t make any sense at the same time. The group has had a pretty packed schedule seeing as they were in the middle of promoting their most recent comeback, so Riki being tired made perfect sense. However, he had also been getting a full night’s rest the past couple of days, unlike his hungs, so him being tired when he’s the only one who’s been sleeping a full eight hours doesn’t fully check out.

As the final alarm on his phone went off, Riki sluggishly got out of bed and made his way to the common area where breakfast should be ready. He was too tired to get dressed before eating. Besides, chances of him getting put in different clothes at the venue was highly likely, so it didn’t really matter anyway. Riki sat down at the table and began eating the food that was placed in front of him.

“You feeling okay Riki?” Riki startled a little bit at the question. He looked towards Heeseung before answering “I feel fine, hyung. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been scooping air into your mouth for the past three minutes. Your plate is empty.” Riki glanced down to his plate and sure enough it was clean

“I guess I’m just a bit tired and my throat hurts a little.” He admitted reluctantly. He didn’t want to admit to being so tired but if he’s spacing out to the point of not realizing he finished eating, he might as well tell the truth. After a moment, Riki felt a hand rest on the back of his neck and another one being placed on his forehead. He couldn’t help but instinctively lean in to the touch.

“Can whoever’s in the bathroom bring me the thermometer please?!” Heeseung called through the dorm. The slamming of drawers and cabinets could be heard before Sunoo came out of the bathroom holding the requested device. It didn’t take more than a second for Sunoo to figure out that Heeseung wanted to take Riki’s temperature. He scanned the younger’s forehead and the reading came back as 38.3C (101F).

“Ok Riki, you’re going back to bed. There’s no way you’re going to be able to perform with a fever that’s making you this spacey. Riki nodded and went back to his room. Jungwon was in the room getting dressed and was confused when Riki crawled into his bed and closed his eyes.

Riki heard his members finish getting ready to go. Sunghoon had checked in with him before leaving asking if he needed anything. Riki felt like there was something he needed to tell his members, but couldn’t remember what it was. The brain fog from the fever clouding his thought process too much. So he just responded with a sleepy groan before drifting off to sleep fully.

“Riki, what are you doing? We have to leave in half an hour.”

“Heeseung hyung said bed.” Riki responded already half asleep. Jungwon knew that there was probably a reason that Riki was sent back to bed so he shrugged it off until he finished getting dressed. Upon finding out that Riki had a fever, Jungwon was quick to text their manager so a statement could me made making Engene aware that they’d be performing as six instead of seven for the next couple of stages.

Jihoon had been in his studio for the past two hours working on tracks for Seventeen’s next album. He started to feel hungry and looked at the time. It had been around four hours since he had last eaten, so he decided to save his progress and head back to the dorm for lunch. He was walking down the hallway towards the elevator when he saw who he was pretty sure was the maknae of Enhypen staring at one of the practice room doors. This confused him because he knew that the group was currently promoting.

Jihoon approached the younger man and as he got closer noticed that his gaze didn’t seem to be focused in any sense of the word. “Hey you’re Niki right. How’s your comeback promotions going?”

“The room isn’t there.” Riki responded in a mix of Korean and Japanese. It took a minute for Jihoon to fully process what the younger had said, and he was even more confused by the fact that the younger wasn’t making any sense. Riki then said a few more nonsensical things in a mix of Japanese and Korean before Jihoon heard a snore coming from him. Jihoon swore as he realized the younger must be sleep walking.

Jihoon had no idea where the Enhypen dorms were and hoped that they were close seeing as the group’s maknae must have walked all the way here. The producer now took notice that Riki was clearly wearing pajamas and seemed to be sweating a bit.The producer didn’t feel comfortable going back to his dorm and leave Niki here alone. He was pretty sure the younger was sleep walking and sick. His members were likely at a schedule, so he decided to take Niki with him so he could be looked after. Jihoon knew that it was supposedly not safe to wake a sleep walker, so he decided to just ask Niki to come with him and hope that he would follow.

“So Niki, some of my members have been wanting to get to know you a bit more. Why don’t you come back to the Seventeen dorm for lunch?” Riki just hummed in response, but thankfully followed Jihoon out of the building and to his car. Before he pulled out of the parking lot Jihoon texted Seungcheol to let him know that he was bringing a guest over for lunch. By the time the leader had responded Riki was fully back asleep and softly snoring in the passenger seat of the car. Jihoon took the opportunity to feel the younger’s forehead and frowned at the warmth. He quickly texted Seungcheol to get the thermometer and fever reducers out as well before he started driving to his dorm.

Jihoon parked his car and sighed. He would either need to wake up the Enhypen member or get a couple of his own members to help carry him inside. He decided to try to wake Niki first. He gently nudged the younger’s shoulder. “Hey Niki, I need you to wake up. We’re here.” Jihoon was fully prepared to call one or two of his members out to help him, but thankfully Riki stirred awake. Although it was questionable as to how awake he was.

“Hmmmn, five more minutes hyung.” Riki moaned. “Niki, it's time to wake up. We’re at the dorm and lunch is ready.” Jihoon received a grunt in response, but Riki did open his eyes and get out of the car. Jihoon led Riki into the Seventeen dorm. Almost immediately after opening the door, Jihoon was met with the very concerned looks of both Seungcheol and Jeonghan.

Jihoon ignored his hyungs’ concerned glances as he led Riki to the couch. He grabbed the thermometer that had been placed on the coffee table and immediately stuck it in the younger’s mouth. He then turned to the two older members who were now also looking a bit confused.

“I was on my way out of the building when I came across Enhypen’s maknae. I’m pretty sure he was sleep walking and I think he’s sick.” At that moment the thermometer beeped and Jihoon removed the device. “Definitely sick. He’s got a fever of 38.7 (101.6). I also assumed that his members are all at schedules since they’re in the middle of a comeback and I didn’t feel comfortable leaving him alone, so I brought him here.” Jihoon poured out a dose of the fever reducer and handed it to his sick hoobae.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help you feel better.” Jihoon said as he handed the medicine cup to Riki. Riki drank the medicine, and the nasty fake cherry flavor seemed to fully wake the sick Enhypen member. Riki coughed a little bit and unintentionally spat out the medicine.

“Gross hyung, what is this?” Riki glared at the medicine cup that was still in his hand. Jihoon took the medicine cup and refilled it. “Relax Niki-ssi, it’s just some medicine to lower your fever.” He handed the cup back to Riki, who successfully drank it. Jihoo turned on the tv and sat down. He wanted to wait until the younger’s fever. was a bit lower before trying to talk to him about why he was at the company instead of his dorm. Seungcheol and Jeonghan joined him.

Over the course of the next forty five minutes, the other members came out of their own rooms. Minghao and Wonwoo both went to the kitchen to make lunch for everyone. Seungcheol made sure to let them know to make enough food for their guest. The rest of the members joined the group in the living room. They each gave a questioning glance towards Niki, but didn’t actually verbalize their question.

“Lunch is ready.” Called Minghao. All of the members got up and began moving to the kitchen to grab their food. Jihoon stopped Riki from getting up and stuck the thermometer in his mouth again. They waited a minute for it to beep and Jihoon was glad that his temp had lowered to 38 degrees (100.4C). “Ok Niki-ssi let’s go get some food.” Jihoon said as he stood up.

The group of fourteen had decided to just fill their plates and go back to the living room to continue watching the show that had been airing. The fever reducers having fully kicked in, coupled with eating lunch, allowed Riki’s brain fog to mostly leave. It still took him a solid minute before he fully realized that, one, he wasn’t in his dorm, and two, he was with Seventeen sunbaenims instead of his members.

Due in part to the realization, and in part from still having a fever, Riki abruptly stood up, accidentally spilling his food all over the floor. Just as quickly as he had stood up, Riki tried to bow, but wound up falling backwards onto the couch.

“Woah there Niki. You stood up a bit too fast there I think. Wonwoo, Chan, can you both grab some towels to clean this up?” Niki wasn’t entirely sure which member had spoken but it didn’t really matter. He was sick and now he had food all over his clothes and on the floor. “I’m so sorry sunbaenim. I didn’t mean to make a mess of your home.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll get everything cleaned up. By the way, would you like some clean clothes? Maybe a shower too?” Riki distinctly recognized the member talking as Hoshi. Riki nodded to both and Hoshi left the room as well. It wasn’t long before Hoshi returned with a change of clothes and motioning for Riki to follow him to the bathroom.

“Since we’re about the same height, I just grabbed some of my pajamas. Ok?” Riki nodded his head. “Also judging by the fever medicine that was on the table, I’m assuming you’re the one that’s sick, since as far as I know no one else is. Anyway, we’ve had some incidents in the past involving fevers and bathing, so I’m going to wait right outside the bathroom just in case.” Once again, Riki nodded in response before going into the bathroom to clean himself up.

Around ten minutes later, Riki came out of the bathroom holding his dirty pajamas. Hoshi smiled while grabbing them and the duo walked back to the living room. The mess he had unintentionally made was cleaned up and there was also a fresh plate of food waiting for him. Riki sat down and accepted the new food, thanking his sunbaenims.

“Sunbaenims, out of sheer curiosity, when did my hyungs ask you to check on me?” Riki asked when he finished eating. Everyone stared at Jihoon because he was the one who had brought Riki over and he hadn’t yet explained anything. Jihoon sighed before he started speaking.

“Ok, first off you can call us hyungs. Secondly, your members never contacted any of us. I found you staring at the door to one of the practice rooms and you seemed to be asleep.” Riki visibly paled when he heard that and groaned.

“I knew I forgot something. Hyungs don’t know I’m prone to sleepwalking when I have a fever.”

“That’s not good Niki. Sleepwalking can be very dangerous, especially since you left your dorm. How far away from the company is your dorm anyway?” Seungcheol asked

“Not far, hyung. Only like three blocks. Also Niki’s just my stage name. You can call me Riki.” All the members of Seventeen seemed to deflate in relief in finding out he hadn’t walked far. Riki broke into a mini coughing fit as all the talking he just did, even though it wasn’t a whole lot, had irritated his throat. One of the members handed him a glass of water in response.

“I suggest the plan of action is that you stay here for the day and rest. One of us will contact your members telling them that you’re here, and then you can go home with them when they pick you up.” Riki wanted to protest, he really did. However, it didn’t take him long to realized that because he had left the dorm while sleeping he didn’t have his keys or his phone. There was also the fact that he was probably going to continue sleepwalking and probably shouldn’t be left alone just in case.

Riki found himself getting comfortable on the couch to settle in for the rest of the day. The members of Seventeen introduced themselves because it became very apparent that in his fevered state, Riki just couldn’t remember who was who.

Once lunch was completely cleaned up Chan approached the sick Enhypen member. “Riki, do you know any of your hyungs’ phone numbers or maybe your manager’s so we can let them know where you are?” Riki shook his head. “Never needed to know them, I just put them in my contacts.” Chan nodded in understanding then turned to the others in the room.

“Hyungs, do any of you have the phone number for any of the Enhypen members?” Seungkwan and Joshua both raised their hands. Riki wound up coughing into his fist as he told them that his group was likely still filming whatever schedule they were currently at and they should just send a text to Jay or Sunoo hyungs. Seungkwan and Joshua did as suggested and texted the two members.

After Enhypen was contacted, Mingyu grabbed the remote and changed the tv’s input. “Do you want to play any games, we’ve got a bunch.” Mingyu held up a bunch of multiplayer games and a few single player games for Riki to see. One of the games that Mingyu held up was Ribbit King, which instantly excited Riki as he hasn’t seen that game since he was a kid.

“Can I play Ribbit King please?” He asked while pointing towards the game. Mingyu looked confused for a moment as he looked at the game Riki was gesturing to. “Hey Dokyeom, any chance you know where either our Wii or Gamecube are?” He yelled since the member had temporarily left the room. “Check the second hall closet. It's probably in the electronics box from when we last moved.” Mingyu replied with a thanks before running off down the hallway.

Riki found himself dozing off in the few minutes that Mingyu was off searching for the semi forgotten gaming console. “Let’s hold off on the gaming until after you’ve taken another nap.” Mingyu said. Riki startled slightly, but ultimately nodded as he was feeling exhausted again. He settled down on the couch as one of the other members covered him up with a blanket. It was a matter of minutes before Riki was fast asleep. The Seventeen members decided to do some quiet activities, but decided that they weren’t going to fully leave the sick man alone, in fear that he would sleepwalk again.

The hunch that Riki would sleepwalk again was correct, as about an hour later the sick man suddenly got off the couch and walked to the kitchen. The Seventeen members watched as he opened up the fridge and pulled a bottle of salad dressing out and placed it on the floor. Riki then returned to the living room and grabbed the remote and then just stood there as he pointed it at the tv without pressing any buttons. It only lasted another minute before he sat down on the floor and fell back asleep. The others were quick to shrug the experience off and decided to just let Riki continue sleeping.

Riki woke up around forty five minutes later. He coughed a bit and was given a glass of water. “Can I play Ribbit King now?” He asked. The others nodded their heads and Mingyu set up the console. For some reason Seventeen had an empty data cartridge, so Riki was able to start the game from scratch. He wound up playing the game for a couple of hours, actually getting pretty far in the story. He had several mini coughing fits and Seungcheol gave him a cough drop at one point.

Riki was in the middle of the industrial world when Minghao and Jun announced that dinner was ready. The game was paused and he was given a plate of food from one of the members. Riki glanced at the clock and his eyes widened a little in surprise at the time. He accidentally aspirated and started coughing again. Jihoon hit his back a couple of times until he recovered.

“Sorry hyungs, but I’m pretty sure my hyungs should be done with schedules by now. Can one of you call them?” Joshua nodded and pulled out his phone to dial Jay’s number. The first time it went to voicemail. The second time Jay picked up on the third ring.

“Josh, now is not the time. Our maknae is missing. He’s sick and not here and he left his wallet and phone behind.” Joshua let the younger American rant until he was finished. “Jay, I know, but Riki’s perfectly fine. He’s in our dorm right now.”

“What do you mean he’s in your dorm? Hold on, I'm putting you on speaker.” Joshua rolled his eyes, but put his phone on speaker as well. “Let me get this straight hyung, Riki’s with you, but he doesn’t have his phone, wallet, or anything?”

“About that hyung,” Riki started. Multiple sighs of relief could be heard over the speaker. “I somehow forgot to tell you guys that I’m prone to sleepwalking when I have a fever.” Riki turned to the side and coughed into his fist.

“What does sleepwalking have to do with anything?” Jungwon asked.

“I was working on some track at the company and I found him wandering the halls as I was leaving. He was completely asleep. Meaning he left your dorm and walked to the company while asleep.” Silence fell over the phone line until Jake could be heard swearing in English.

“As soon as I realized what was happening, I brought him to our dorms and we’ve been taking care of him. He did sleepwalk one more time, but all he did was take the salad dressing out of the fridge and place it on the floor.” Jihoon continued to explain

“Thank you for looking after our maknae hyungs. Heeseung will be there in a bit to bring him home.” Jungwon said. The two groups then said their goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

A short while later Heeseung was at the dorm to collect the maknae. Vernon answered the door and let him in. They all chatted for a little bit and Vernon told Heeseung that if Riki still has a fever tomorrow, at least one of them is free to watch him to make sure he doesn’t have any dangerous sleepwalking spells. Heeseung and Riki thanked Seventeen before they left for their own dorm.

#sickfic #enhypen #seventeen

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hatchetnewsarc · 10 months

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@horrour ( Charlie ) : 016, on the dance floor during a wedding.

He wasn't supposed to even be at this wedding, Dane had made that clear as day prior to it ever happening. He'd come to see Terry personally, telling him that if he showed up he was going to wish he hadn't. But Terry knew... oh he knew that there was nothing Dane could actually do to stop him from going. Charlie wanted him there, Charlie wanted him to play his trumpet for at least a single song for some lamenting goodbye. She'd given him options on what to play, options that would fit with everything else-- but she was explicit that he not go off the rail and showed up sober.

Sober.

That was harder than he admitted as of recent... actually since Charlie got engaged. Truth be told he was doing miserable, but he'd been leaning more into Iggy than her. Trying to distance himself, but also try to let her focus on this. She wanted this, right? She wanted to marry Dane and spend the rest of her fucking life with the guy. Good for her. Why shouldn't she? What did Terry have to fucking offer but a long line of drugs that ran through his system? Yes he made money, yes he was successful. But right? He was far from that.

He shouldn't have gone to the wedding.

He showed up after the ceremony despite the invitation and he made sure the bride had no idea he was even there. He greeted the DJ, ignoring the way anyone looked at him. He introduced himself and was told that Terry was said to be a no show, 'Well you know how it is? Music is unpredictable.' It was squared away faster than he thought it'd be, but eventually he was taking to the stage that was setup for the speeches to be made. He walked up to the mic, the DJ giving a quick motion to garner everyone's attention.

Terry, trumpet in hand, grabbed the mic while blues scanned until they found Charlie sat at the table with Dane. He could see Dane fuming from here, but the look on Charlie's face-- the shock there. It twisted something in them. He began to speak, "Charlie, Dane. I know we have differences, I know we don't really see eye to eye at times... but that doesn't change what I have to say about this." He paused, looking around then back to them, "And I'll be honest, I have nothing to say to him-- this is for you, Charlie. Every single thing I have to say is to you, Char. I know what I've done to you in the past, how I've acted and treated you... you don't deserve any of that. I know you cared more for me than I ever deserved myself. You have always been there for me and on this day? This one day where I should be able to support you-- I... "

He swallowed a breath, nervously stuttering out the next part, "I... I want to play you a song because even if I can't say what I have to at the end... I think it'll say it all." Terry brought his trumpet up to play, eyes shutting as he focused on the song playing. The Way You Look Tonight slipping out of the brass instrument like it was made to play the song. He knew he had the room's attention with the words he spoke alone, but this was bringing it altogether in a way that had people murmuring. They weren't blind.

He finished the song after a few minutes, lowering the trumpet and opening his blues to look over at her. He held a somber look as he said his next piece with a near burn to his eyes, "I love you, Charlie. I'm sorry I never said it before." He let that hang in the air, gasps and murmurs breaking out in every corner. He looked around the room before exiting, stepping off the stage quickly to get his trumpet back in its case. He needed to go. He couldn't stay here. Not with the looks and certainly not after that.

Dane would want his blood-- maybe Charlie would too. He couldn't be sure. He just knew he didn't want to risk staying for long.

#horrour #character • terry perrish #verse • terry perrish * main #drug mention tw #drug abuse tw

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griffin-wood · 2 years

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title: would you run away with me?

pairing: kaia.

a/n: title from call it what you want by taylor swift <3 also, a birthday fic from myself to myself which is called self indulgence hihi! forgive me for the grammatical errors and enjoy!! 💜 (This concept might be weirdly tad bit confusing, but dkdokd; I'm just going with my gut and I hope I have written Kenzie well here brrrr.)

Being the mayor's son, never really has its perks. It made him numb to stand by his dad's side, and put on a show for the sake of the people. Unfortunately, that's something he can't escape from. Being under the scrutiny of the media his whole life, made him this way. The transformation throughout his life was place under the limelight of being known, and it's exhausting.

He would rather be staying at home, in his own solitude; and the good company of his own. But, duty calls and he couldn't show that he's a weakling; he never does.

However, today is a bit different. He wasn't alone at the back, as his eyes drifted from the podium where his father is speaking towards her standing beside him, listening intently through her expression which Kent finds it quite adorable.

She got her hands clasps together, as she listens. He remembers, she mentions how her focus is one of her greatest traits actually; and here she is doing just that. And on the other hand, he was the one who haven't been focused at all. As the audience applauses, Maia turns to look at him. Her smile somehow is fill with reassurance, and he found it familiarly comforting.

Maia closes the little gap between them, as the sound of his father's voice over the speakers. It gets too loud, somehow it brings him back to the time when he was a little kid. His late mother was holding his hand, as the three of them posed as the happiest family at the time, something within those flashes and sounds brings him to an olden memory he either wants to relive all over again or forget. Something tugged his attention, a movement his way pulled him back out of the reverie of memories, where he was met with audiences voices and a worried looking Maia.

"hey, you okay?" She says quietly, her hands immediately taking his. It's always cold, and there she is warming it up, as glitch would call a thermodynamics state of relations. And it's proven, her warm hands fits within the palm of his cold ones.

He was about to answer, before a sound of looming applause fills the area. But, his gaze only found hers. She hasn't move yet, her eyes laced with worry; terrified of something happening to him. It feels fairly new, to have someone watch over you. Care about you to an extent, because all the affection in his life beforehand only has become a memory. He only has been taking care of himself on his own. He doesn't need to be saved, he can survive on his own. But, as gray irises met; the gentleness in her gaze makes him think. Sometimes the thoughts were incoherent, some were fuzzy but she's always there. Somewhere, looking out for him.

He never tore that gaze away, as the panic filled her eyes still. He lets out a breath, as Maia smiles, before taking his hand squeezing it thrice.

"even the mightiest heroes needs saving sometimes." He recalls a few weeks ago, she told him this as she was cleaning one of his wounds. He groans at the pressure, before eye-ing the statement.

And that's what she thought of him, a hero on its own. A hero for standing here and being here, that's enough for her to trust him. And she did, she always have been. However, the heroes that he is aware of; often end up on his own. But, yeah; he could save himself, but would he want to be alone?

And in the middle of it all, he realizes; Maia walks him off the side of the stage. She sat him down on of the plastic chairs, as she stands by; with a wet towel in hand which he's curious on the origins as Maia damp it over his face.

He stops her for a moment, a deep breath before looking at her. "Let's skip the next one." ‘would you run away with me?’

His words left his mouth, only for her ears only. And that's his way of asking, let's run away somewhere away from here. The only savior he never knew he needed, but one that he never expected to be.

Maia's eyes widen in surprise, before she looks down with a wide smile, as a giggle escapes her lips.

"duh, always. I believe we're gonna have much more fun than this." ‘yes.’

And that's all that's needed for them to be to call it what they want. As the audience disperse through their vision, he got everything he need right here with him; in a form of a red clad human being, the silent gratitude fills within his chest as he pulls her close at the side.

Chest to chest, heart to heart, this time he'll be alright.

THE END.

Tags: @wayhavenots , @kalanevans , @cadetzarneki , @takemyopenheart , @indorilnerevarine , @maeflower

#alya writes #x: kent x maia #k zarneki #mind blind #some self indulgence for meeee and yall sksks <3 #also im pretty sad too a lil so... serotonin boost y'know?#hope everyone is doing good <3

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chaoticunorigionalstranger · 2 years

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BOM London (Matinee) 20.8.22

I may have audio. DM if interested

Ben Tyler was Price, David McMullan was McKinley (this is his last two scheduled shows before he leaves), Tom Xander was Cunningham, Leanne Robinson was Nabulungi, and Myles Hart was the Doctor.

I'm going to focus on Ben and David (cos they were who I was focused on today), with a mention of Myles.

Nice McPriceley-ness, not OTT but definitely there.

Also, David is much much shorter than Ben. Like really really short compared to him.

Ben Tyler as Price

This is the 2nd time I've seen Ben as Price, and I adored him today. He was really funny and made Kevin quite immature and petulant - which was really ammusing to see. He had Kevin stamp his feet whenever he didn't get what he wanted after going to Uganda and throw his hands up in exasperation at the same time. It was a mixture of Kevin being immature, spoilt, niave and generally frustrated that he didn't think he would do something incredible.

In Hasa Diga whe Mafala says "I will give you my aids", Ben grabbed his own backside protectively.

In TIO he stood at the front of the stage gesturing to his waistcoat when he caught McKinley's eye and McKinley just ignored him. Then when he sat down Arnold took it off for him and he looked irritated and kept mouthing "give it back", until he put out his hand and was tapping it until Arnold gave it to him (and then he just his it behind the cushion anyway!).

The almost kiss - he stood there for a moment after the almost kiss just kinda looking at McKinley, before going to leave.

The height difference between Ben and David made it quite awkward - David is MUCH shorter than Ben.

He pushed/three McKinley out of the way when he stormed out the mission hut. That got a laugh from the audience.

He practically skipped towards McKinley in SMHD - which was kinda sweet in a weird way. I also saw him drink from one of the coffee cups (I've not sat in auditorium where I could see that before, so I don't know if it's normal), but afterwards he went wide-eyed and staggered a bit like he had a caffeine high. Ive not seen Dom do that before and Ben didn't the last time I saw him in the role. He also tapped his heels together like Dorothy and mouthed 'theres no place like home' right at the start, which made people laugh

He acted really drunk at the Kafe - more drunk then I've ever seen Dom act. He also went "ow!" and struggled to sit down again at after he shouted at Cunningham, which had Arnold pause and pull a 'what's that about' face.

When he said "break the rules", he looked over at McKinley and smiled, and the woman next to me actually went "awwww".

His facial expressions were amazing and the audience loved him - he really played the role more comically (his expressions were extra extra) then the last time I saw him perform in the role.

David McMullan as McKinley

Camp. Much more camp than I've seen Stevie be. It was brilliant.

TIO -when he said "being gay is bad" he looked at Price, and "lying is worse" he looked at Cunningham. He also linked arms with Price and stroked his arm just before "keeping it down like a dimmer switch".

The almost kiss - when he turned away afterwards he actually mouthed to Poptarts 'its okay' and then waved his hands dismissively in the direction of him and another Elder before he went and practically threw himself Infront of the mission hut door. Price actually pushed/threw him out the way and he stumbled.

SMHD - he gyrated at Kevin waggled his tongue at him. He was so enthusiastic giving Hitler head that his sparkly top hat fell off.

After SMHD, he got really close when he asked "was I in it?" and when one of the elders turned to look (and the others looked away uncomfortably) he mouthed 'what?'.

I am Africa - he looked disgusted when "a tribal woman who doesn't wear a bra" was sang.

JSAM - he actually kept looking at Cunningham and shaking his head. And he rolled his eyes at him periodically giving him evils.

He was brilliant and tbh he stole the show. Most the audience were sitting at curtain call until he came on, and as soon as he did the auditorium erupted.

Myles Hart

Myles was funny. I don't have alot to say other than he was very funny.

He snogged Hitler in SMHD. I dunno why I thought that was great, but I did.

Overall

I'm really glad I got to see David as McKinley, he was really good.

Now I just need to see Rolley as McKinley and Philip as Cunningham.

#west end #bom musical #book of mormon #tbom musical #tbom #kevin price

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Betrayal of Infinity

Shadows flickered against the encompassing darkness, bright pinpricks of light visible in a distance but never grew or brightened. A figure stood before Imara’el, the shadows wavered over their form as though holding fast to the façade they intended. In a brief, hesitant moment, there was only darkness, suffocating and overwhelming. Imara’el fought to keep control, but only darkness was dominant. Imara’el lifted his head off the desk with a gasp, vision slowly clearing to the small room he turned into his office. The clanking of hammers from the adjacent forge was steady, relaxing, almost soothing for him. In the forge, things made sense. He sat straight in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose to focus, stretched, and yawned. He needed to get back to work. Hammers quieted against anvils, workers ceasing to take their lunch break. Imara’el found solitude in the empty smithy, He had been working a forge for so long, he could tell the stage at which an item was at just by the heat of it. He picked up an orc’s work to inspect it, plunging it against into the forge to heat it a little more. He took one ingot out, began pounding it into shape. He struck with calculated blows, the ingot slowly taking its shape and he set it back in the forge to heat up again. He found another work, nearing completion, the blade’s edge was dull. Imara’el took it to a grinding wheel, sharpening the edge just enough it would cleave armor in the right hands. Another ingot in need of tending. Work never ceased in the forge. Imara’el paused mid-swing of his hammer, the presence of another in the smithy alerting him. “Vanadormu,” Imara’el acknowledged the presence. The Blood Elf-shaped figure at the doorway stepped forth, revealing his face, the long strands of spun bronze streaming down his shoulders, and eyes that ever peered through time to all possible outcomes searched and focused on Ima. This dragon, who stood ever behind the scenes, appeared now behind Ima. He walked a short way around the smithy’s perimeter, flicking a finger against a finished axe’s blade. “This is fine work, Imara’el,” Vanadormu observed the craftmanship of a dagger, “You’ve been busy.” “Have to be,” Imara’el grunted, hammer going down slightly harder than intended on the hapless ingot. “Who’s going to arm the Horde, if not me? I’ve found my place, finally. I found where I belong.” “You have your family, of course,” Vanadormu answered. “Have you thought about them?” Imara’el’s strength in the swing severed the red-hot ingot on the anvil, the stray piece landing in the quenching trough with a sizzle and plume of steam. The piece held in the tongs Ima handled followed soon after and he turned to face the Bronze Dragon. “And all the things that happened that kept me from them?” he asked bitterly, “What do you want, Vanadormu? What else would you have me do?” The pointedness of his tone made the question feel the more barbed, his ire had mounted at last. But Vanadormu didn’t flinch at the tone of the outburst. Rather, he just accepted that Ima’s ire of his presence was justified. But that name. That wasn’t his name, and he suffered under its pretense for too long. He had been going by the foul name, which he detested so. “We are shaping the world,” Vanadormu urged Ima, “the very timeline is nearly fixed, and your reward is assured!” Imara’el had his back turned to the Bronze Dragon, checking the temperature of the furnace. The tingle of the air around Vanadormu felt off; it always had. The involvement with the fabric of the timeline wasn’t nearly as malleable as Vanadormu always made it seem to be, yet he insisted it was for the greater good. In the end, all it brought was ruin and torment for Ima. He was tired, and the air tingled with such unnatural feeling. He felt it before, but where? He needed to know something. “Tell me something, Vanadormu,” Imara’el considered his words carefully, “you say we’re fixing the timeline, but was it ever really damaged in the first place? What do I do that requires fixing the timeline?” “You...” Vanadormu spoke, his voice not sounding his own anymore, a voice that belonged deep in a prison of earth and infinity, “will betray your friends.” That was enough. That was everything Imara’el needed to hear. The tingle in the air was familiar now, and the presence of Vanadormu became all too clear at once. “Have you always been one of the Infinite dragon flight, Vanadormu?” “My name is Amaruvond!” the Infinite dragon bellowed, dropping his façade at long last. Particles of darkness dripped in his presence, the robes he wore dissolved like ember-scorched paper, armor beneath it cold, dark plate twisted and shaped to fit his lithe visage. Imara’el turned to behold his skin pale and crack, scales across his face and twisted black horns rise from his mane. The transformation unsettled Imara’el, rushing to reach for a suitable weapon. Amaruvond surged forth, sending a fully plated fist against the side of Ima’s head, knocking him through the doorway and into the office, smashing the desk he had napped at just previously. Luckily, or conveniently, he kept his great mace close on hand, and picked himself up, taking up arms against the new foe before him. The flat of paired blades struck first, Imara’el forced backward against the wall. Ima raised his mace in time to catch the blades against its haft and pushed the Infinite dragon off. He wound up, swinging a wide horizontal arc over Amaruvond’s ducked head. With a step, Ima angled another vertical forward swing, Amaruvond launched backward as the mace cracked against his face heavily. Ima kept up the momentum, hands fixing on the mace haft and brought it down crushing his foe against the smithy floor. The floor stoved beneath the force of the blow, and the Infinite Dragon retaliated, swords pushed the mace head off and to the side as he closed in for an attack. Imara’el reluctantly let go of his weapon to dodge out of his foe’s path, grabbing his arm and pushing him off balance. Amaruvond stumbled a step and turned to meet a strong mace strike to his head. The force of Imara’el’s blow sent the Infinite Dragon careening through a wall. Imara’el chased after through the nearest doors. Outside, bewildered Orgrimmar citizens and even guards converged to investigate the din, concerned Orcs and Tauren and Goblins and Vulpera immediate to the area curious. But no sign of Amaruvond. Imara’el sighed. Of course he got away. He groaned as the pain of his injuries caught up with him, returning to the forge to clean up the mess and begin making reparations. This was going to be a report for the Doomguard.

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celabi · 2 years

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𝐺𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑅 𝐵𝑂𝑌 🎮

# Synopsis - Getting needy while your lover boy ignores you for his gaming session.

# Featuring - Chifuyu, Hanma, Takemitchi, Mitsuya x f!reader.

# Warnings - nsfw + oral(M) + dirtytalk + dry humping + spanking + fingering + hair pulling + exhibition (?) + daddy and slut naming.

# Note - supporting gamer boys from under the desk [moans]

✰ 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧 — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 ✰

# CHIFUYU MATSUNO

“Baby,” he cooed out, slightly turning his head to face yours and giving you a small, loopy smile. “Not now.” His voice was too quite for your liking, almost like as if his friends heard him from through the headset he would get embarrassed. And you could already hear his teammates questioning ‘What’re you doing Matsuno? Where in a game’ and ‘pay attention to the level.’ Hakkai and Nahoya’s voice you heard.

“But— you said only an hour… three hours ago.” You mumbled, tugging on his shirt before dipping your head in the crook of his neck. “I miss you.” He let out a breathless chuckle and quickly pressed his lips to your hair, giving you a small kiss before averting the half of his attention you had back to the screen. ‘Give your wifey what she wants dude.’ You heard Draken laugh through the mic.

Another ten minutes went by and you had still not gotten what you wanted, and he could feel your hard stare from the back of his head— since you moved away and sat near the headboard while leaving him to sit on the front edge. He did feel guilty, seeing as he invited you over to hang out and have some along time but instead got invited to play a new game with his friends.

But he knew he fucked up when you got up and walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind you to not alert his gameplay. He let out a small ‘shit’ and was tempted to follow after you as he heard your small footsteps pad down the hallway but he had just got to the final stage and didn’t want his hard word to be lost.

‘Sorry [Name]’ he though and continued to play— so focused on winning that he didn’t hear the door creek open again— or see you slowly waddle over to him, no until you got down on your knees and crawled in between his legs, ducking down so you don’t get in the way on the tv. “Fuyu’ don’t you miss me too?”

He let out a shaky sigh and move the mic away from his mouth, “Course’ I do pretty girl, give me ten more minutes and I’ll give you what you want, is that okay?”

No it wasn’t, and you showed him that. Softly shaking you head, you put on a pout and slowly trailing your hands up his legs, stopping only when you reached his crotch area. “S’not okay.” You mumbled and put on your best sad face, resisting the urge to smirk when he squeezed his legs together.

His fingers slowed down its movements on the joysticks and you fingers circled around the outline of his clothed cock that peeked though, and he ever so slightly bucked his hips forward when you pulled away. ‘What’s going’ on over there bro?’ ‘Why you breathin’ so heavy?’ He heard from the other side on the line, and he slowly pulled the mic back to his lips. “Sorry, it’s really h-hot in my room.”

He could hardly sit still and watched with half lidded eyes when you slowly started tugging on the zipper to his jeans. But only doing just that— not attempting to pull his pants off anytime soon, showing him just how you felt.

“P-please baby, want you to touch me.” He whimpered out, hand wrapped around the mic so his friends couldn’t hear the needy state he was in, he was sure that they would tease him to the day he drops.

You let out a laugh, making sure to lean closer and fluttering your eyelashes while you looked up at him. “And why should I? When you left me all lonely before.”

“M’so so sorry baby, won’t do it again, please touch me.” He was whining at this point, with his sweating hands barely hanging onto the controller and his chest heaving up and down rapidly.

“Take your pants off by yourself, Fuyu’ I’m not gonna help you when you were ignoring me.” And you let out an amused chuckle when he chucked the controller next to him and abruptly shooting up, trying to tug his pants off as fast as he could.

You came face to face with his boxers and you shook your head, “Those too baby, I can’t do everything for you now can I?” You chuckled.

He swiftly pulled down his underwear and let out a hiss when his cock sprung up and hit his abdomen, pre cum dribbling out from the slit. You watched in amusement as he started pumping himself in front of your face, bucking his hips into his hand and letting out small mewls.

With one hand wrapped around his base, he used the other grab the back of your head and pulled you into him, pressing his dick against you nose. “Suck me off baby, please… Need it so bad.” He grunted.

Though his words got suck in his throat when you flopped out your tongue and glided the wet muscle up his length, making sure to lather it up with your saliva. “Mhm— like that?” You hummed out, it sending vibrations onto Chifuyu as he left out a loud, and drawn whine.

“Y-yeah! Fuck— just like that, so good.”

You brought you hands up and pressed onto his bare thighs, pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him, cock rubbing against your clothed cunt as you sat on his lap.

The sight below you was gorgeous, black hair all dishevelled while his shirt rolled up his stomach, exposing the abs he worked so hard for. His teeth were biting down into his bottom lip while he gazed up at you with lust filled eyes.

“Gonna let me play with you? Pretty boy.” He nodded, too quickly but In to deep to feel embarrassed about it, and reached out to grip your thighs and pull you closer.

But just as he brought his hand up, he accidentally knocked the controller that was next to him while it fell to the floor, pulling the headset cable out along with it.

It disconnected and aloud the sound come from the speakers on the TV.

“Aye! Way to go Chifuyu!”

“Dude we’re in call and you’re getting head?”

“Really Matsuno? You lucky bastard.”

“Oi! Plug that mic back in.”

“Shut the hell up Pah!”

Chifuyu’s whole face was red, and he was sweating nervously, and although you knew he wasn’t one to flaunt his sex life, you could feel as his dick twitched from under you.

You gave him a small— sly smile and pointed to the headphones that were on the floor. “Naughty boy, you like when your friends hear you moan?” You teased and ran your hands up his chest, stopping at his neck and slowly tracing his Adam’s apple with your thumb. “Come on baby… they’re waiting.”

He slowly nodded and leaned over to grab the headphones, plugging them back in and putting them over his ears. “Mhm— fuck, s-sorry boys.” He mumbled, biting back a whine when you rolled your hips against his.

“S’all good man! Sounds like you’re getting put in your place though…”

You boyfriend let out a small whine, before slowly nodding to himself and watched you let out a small amused chuckle. “Y-yeah, she is. I don’t— I don’t mind though.”

You leaned down towards his red face and grazed your lips against his trembling ones, he felt your breath fan his face and he gulped. “Gonna let me play with you, Pretty boy.” And he could only nod, because he knew.

Knew you were more than just that little innocent girl his friends saw you as, and he was at the end of said present.

Hanma was never really one to play video games, and he was always out side and about. But today the weather was terrible, and was stuck inside, playing his console to waste time.

“Babe, this Kisaki guy sucks ass at this game.” Your boyfriend laughed, planting a kiss to your shoulder while his eyes were glued to the screen.

You sat in between his legs while he rested his back against the head board, you own back flushed against his chest. His arms were wrapped around your frame while his fingers moved around with the controller, leaning his chin on your head.

‘Shut up, you ask me to play and then insult me.’ You heard Kisaki’s voice through the headset, and you let out a laugh. You haven’t met him yet, but what Hanma has told you is that he’s absolutely nuts, and it’s not like he let you get involved in his gang stuff anyways.

He leaned his head down and rested his chin on your bare shoulder— it being bare due to him saying it would be more comfortable. In reality, he just wanted you naked.

“Oh? Getting needy are we now?” He cooed when he felt you shift around in his lap, but you only shook you head with a small chuckle.

“No way, just getting comfortable.” Rubbing your hands up his arms, they tailed down to his hands that gripped the controller before stopping— tracing your fingers around the ink of his infamous tattoo.

“You always fiddle with that one—” he noted, not understanding why you don’t acknowledge his hand that held the kanji with sin. “Any reason?”

“Not really, just—” you stopped and lifted his arms with yours, and pressed kisses along his roughed up knuckles. “Like punishment s’all.”

He smirked, moving the switch and holding it in his left hand, while the other rubbed along your stomach. “Oh? Is that a new guilty pleasure I sense?”

‘Don’t start that shit here.’ He heard Kisaki growl on the other end, and he only laughed.

“Sorry boss.”

“What’d he say?” You questioned, craning your neck to face his shit eating grin, suspicious.

“Oh nothing— just how he wants to hear us go at it like rabb-”

‘I didn’t fucking say that you shit!!’

You heard that one, your boyfriend more then you as you watched him since and pull the headphones off his ears, with a small ow before you both fell into a small pot of laughter.

“He’s a good dude— trust, sweet cheeks.” Shuji grinned, rubbing your hips before turning back to the game. “Cant say the same about his gaming experience though.”

‘Oh fuck off, I’m leaving.’

[H1nA.l0ver has left the game]

“And then there were two.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and resting your head on his chest, his hand leaving your leg before going back to the device.

It was getting pretty boring— your boyfriend was a fun guy, always being involved in stuff that wasn’t at all entertaining— but when you just sat there and did nothing except stare at a screen, you did get a bit restless.

“Baby,” you whined, looking up to meet his eyes— watching as he flopped out his tongue. “Wanna play with you.”

“Hm? I only have one controller, babe.” He laughed, but you only fluttered your eyes lashes at him.

“I know…” he gave you a confused face before it converted into realisation, before a large— sly smile broke out.

“Oh, I see,” placing the controller to his side, he gripped your hips and flipped you around so you were facing him— his hands trailing on your thighs and to the circle of your back. “So you were getting needy, huh?” He cooed.

Rolling your eyes, your hands made quick work and reached behind you to unclasp your bra— and he watched with piercing eyes as his favourite pair of tits flopped out. “Mhm— atta girl.”

His hand latched onto your boob, while his thumb circled around your hard nipple, pinching when you let out a whine.

“Stand up and get rid of those pants.” He ordered, slapping your ass when you crawled off and pulled down your bottoms— along with him who started unbuttoning his own pants.

“Here,” he patted his lap, cock now leaning out and open as he waited for you to crawl back in. “Pop a squat.”

He let out a grunt when your cunt grazed over his hard cock before gripping you hair tightly in his fist and pulled your head back— making your back arch while your looked to the roof. “Ah!— Shu’!”

“What is it angel face, like gettin’ tossed around like a doll?” He huffed, slowly aligning his cock at your hole before— without warning, sinking into your.

“O-oh yeah! Like it so much daddy!” You cried, hands trying to grab onto his arms but couldn’t as he grabbed them and pulled them away behind your back.

“Ah ah ah— no touching, slut.” he hissed as your walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper in your tight hole. “Oh? Liked that huh? Being called a slut, didn’t know my baby was such a whore.”

He bucked his hips up, staring intently as your breasts bounced around. “Looking good.” He mumbled to himself, chuckling.

Reaching over to the night stand, you rummaged around the draw to pull out a cigarette, along with a lighter before turning back towards you.

“Hold this baby,” he said and before you found react— the cancer stick was placed in between your patted lips. He laughed when you let out a hum, before slowly flicking his thumb over the spring of the flame. “Sit still now okay? Don’t want my pretty girl to get burned.”

You nodded, and watched with lidded eyes as he lit the end of the cigarette before chucking the lighter aside. You tried not to suck in the smoke— but failed when a harsh slap was sent to your ass.

He watched you hack at your lungs before taking it away from you lips with a small ‘oops, my hand slipped.’

He brought the cigarette to his lips before taking a long drag, leaning up and exhaling the smoke onto your belly button.

“S-Shuji.. please— more.” Begging for him while you humped up and down his thick cock was definitely a sight, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“That good huh?” He knew it was, with the experience he had, he could confidently say he knew how to make a women cum in just mere minutes.

“Gonna let daddy cum in this pretty pussy? Yeah?” He asked, biting down on the cig to keep it in his mouth before swiftly flipping you up and over so you were now arching down, your ass right in front of his face.

It was kinda embarrassing when he whistled behind you, but it washed away when you felt his dick slap against your ass cheek, before being slammed back onto his cock.

“M’gonna fill you up so full, you’ll be dripping chin for weeks.”

# TAKEMITCHI HANAGAKI

“[Name], I-I cant see the screen.” Your boyfriend whispered, craning his head around your neck so he could continue playing. ‘[Name]! Stop interrupting the crybaby and let us playyy.’ You heard Makoto from the other side of the mic, along with Yamagishi agreeing.

“But Mitchi’ I wanna cuddle with you.” You mumbled into his neck, pressing soft kissed along his skin. You heard him let out a gasp, before one of his sweaty hands made its way and rested on your hip.

“B-but we can cuddle later, I told you I w-was going to play with my friends.” He stuttered, ears twitching when your hot breath fanned his neck. “C’mon pretty, I’ll spend time with y-you a bit later, okay?” He gave you a small, wobbly smile, hoping you’d back down.

And you did, surprisingly.

“Akkun.. this game is kind of violent, can we play like— animal crossing or something else?” Takemitchi sweat dropped when his friends were screaming, yelling crazy things like ‘Murder that bitch! She just bumped into me.’ Or ‘let’s go to the strip club, I wanna see boobies!’

They were talking so loud that even you could hear them, who moved away from your boyfriend and sat in the corner of your room— scrolling away on your phone.

“UHM— let’s not!” You laughed at the embarrassment evident in Takemitchi’s voice, as if you would yell at him for visiting a virtual strip club, in a video game, grand theft auto at that.

You shook your head, before your eyes went back to your phone, only to pause when a certain video game up on your tiktok FYP.

A video of a girl— sending her nude photos to her boyfriend while they were in the same room. You watched as the boy in the video snapped his head to the girl before smirking, and walking over before picking her up and slumping her over his shoulder, then the video ended.

It popped in your head, and knew the outcome wouldn’t be the same— Takemitchi could barely hold onto the shopping bags, as if he could chuck you on his shoulder like a sack of potato’s.

You shook your head, exiting the app and opening messages, clicking on your boyfriends contact— doing what you needed to do before putting your phone away and standing up.

You heard a ding, and took that as your sign to leave. “Gonna get a drink, want anything?” You watched him pick up his phone and shake his head, getting a ‘no thanks.’ In response.

Just as you closed the door— he clicked the notification and almost screamed when your nude body popped up.

You your camera angled to the mirror, you were on your knees and elbows while your back arched— propping your ass up in the air and on display.

He could see your bare tits being pushed up in between your arms, with your hard nipples out in the open.

The phone cover most of your face, yet he could see a small— sly smile peeking out from the side.

He let out a shaky breath, eyes still glued to the screen while he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “T-thats not fair baby.” He whispered, jumping when he got a response.

‘Did you call me Baby?! Are you cheating on [Name]… with me?’ He heard Makoto gag, with his friends joining in and he let out a scream. His head shot up.“What the—?! Ew no! What the fuck.” He fought back, his face pale as a ghost.

His eyes found their way back to his phone, eyes glued to the curve of your hips and all over you body. He soon felt uncomfortable in his pants, and looked down to see his boner poking through the fabric of his sweats. Letting out a shit before throwing his head back.

But then— Two more notifications dinged on his phone, and he saw that you had sent two more attachments.

Hesitantly clicking on them, his breath hitched as you once again— were naked on the screen.

This time though, the photos you took were with the clothes you were wearing only minutes ago. His oversized jumper rolled up in one of your hands while letting your bar be in the whole frame. The same red lacy bra that he had brought you two days ago.

The other photo though, was with your bottom half, sitting on the ground while your legs spread to show off your glistening cunt— one hand pinching your clit while you took the photo.

He didn’t realise, but his hand was gripping his thigh so tight that his knuckles had turned white, and his tongue being bit in between his set of teeth.

He must of been so out of it that he didn’t hear you open the door, or make you way over to him, leaning you hands on his tense shoulders. “Like them? Took them just for you.” You whispered in his ear after you removed the earphones from his head.

“[Name]… why’d— why’d you do that?” He staggered out, not trusting his facial expressions to turn around and face you, but he didn’t have to try— as you already gripped his chin and craned his head in your direction.

“Why not?” You giggled, slowly trailing your hand down his bicep and towards his hand— that still held his phone. “I wanted a reaction out of you, and I got it, go on— continue playing.”

He shook his head and let out an embarrassing chuckled before pointing down at his crotch. “H-how am I supposed to with that.” That bring his aching cock that pulsed in his pants.

You let out a fake, surprised gasp before tutting, making him even more embarrassed then he was before.

“Such a naughty boy, getting a boner with just a lewd photo? I’m disappointed, Takemitchy.” You joked, and not back a hysteric laugh when he opened his mouth like a fish— trying to say anything in his defence. “But—”

You hands stopped at the hem of his pants before you slipped one in and played with his dick trough his underwear. “I guess it can’t be helped.”

You pulled away, and he let out a loud whine— being so needed that he replaced your hand with his own, and started stroking his length.

He felt his chair being slightly pulled away from the desk before the warmth of your hand leaving his arm. And with lidded eyes, he watched you get down on your knees and crawl under the desk, popping your head out and spreading his legs with your hands.

“Buck your hips up baby, gonna’ take off your pants.” You said, and helped tug them down to his ankles, along with his briefs.

You both watched as his cock sprung out and hit his abdomen, tip red and sticky— leaking with pre cum. He hissed, throwing his head back into the chair.

“So hard baby… all for me?” you teased, watching as his cock twitched in excitement at your words. He nodded vigorously, humming in agreement.

“Yes babe! So— mhm, so hard for you, only you!” He cried out, bucking his hips up to try and gain tension. “Fuck! [Name], please please touch me.” Letting out a small curse when you finally did.

You wrapped your hands— both of them— around his dick and slowly started to pump him, he was more large then people would think, normally assuming his dick was small with the way he acted but no, he was around seven inches, having enough width to stuff you real nice.

“Oh god! Love your soft hands, m’wanna cum so ha-” he was cut off when his cock was taken into your mouth, moaning out when you lapped your tongue around him. “Oh Jesus!”

“What was that?” You hummed around him, and he jerked his hips with the vibration sent around his shaft. “Gonna cum already?”

He nodded, his arms gripping the handle of the chair to keep him stable.

He was always one to not be able to sit still while you touched him, always jolting and twitching around, and his hands were never able to keep to themselves.

He released one hand from the arm and tangled in into your hair, gripping your head and pushing you down onto him, he heard you gag, but too deep in pleasure to stop. “Fuck! I’m cumming!”

He filled up your mouth with his hot cum, his cock head being pushed passed your uvula and allow his load to drop down your throat. “Please swallow it baby! Please please please!” He chanted, and peered down at you, watching as you harshly gulped.

His dick left your lips with a pop and he watched in daze as it sprung up and slapped against your cheek, your saliva running down your chin.

“Fuckkkk—” he slurred, and his eyes fluttered open out of exhaustion.

You crawled out from under the table and went to comfortably sit on his knee, using your foot to rub up his leg. “Came so much, pretty boy.” You murmured into his neck, nuzzling your nose onto his skin.

He only hummed in response, too tired to say actual words— and was about to hold onto your waist until a voice interrupted him, or three voices.

“T-takemitchi… you didn’t u-unplug y-your microphone.” Akkun whispered, his face was red and controller left unintended on the floor, it being dropped from his hands the moment he heard you gag.

“Holy fuck! That was so hot! How’d it feel man?!” Makoto yelling, and he was flush against his Tv— hoping that he could hear more.

“Not fair, not fair, not fair!” Yamagishi cried, slamming his fists on the table in front of him, hearing you tease takemitchi though the call only excited him— yet angered him at the same time. “When will it be my turn…”

Takuya left the moment he heard his friend gasp, and he knew you were the reason. He didn’t want to hear that shit, and he was sure Takemitchi didn’t know he was still on call.

Your boyfriends eyes shot open, and he looked at the screen to see he was in fact still connected and online, it must of slipped his mind as his dick slipped in your mouth. “G-guys?! you didn’t t-think to leave so we could have privacy!?” He cried and rushed to hang up, not even waiting for them to respond.

With your laugh only fuelling his embarrassment, “c’mon pretty boy, don’t feel shy.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before sliding off his lap. “Besides— sounds like they enjoyed it.”

# MITSUYA TAKASHI

You watched as he sat at his desk, tapping away on his keyboard and clicking the mouse. It was unusual for Takashi to be sat there, and more weird for him to be playing video games, especially since he was a very busy man, seeing as he was a famous fashion designer.

“Hakkai, you’re going the wrong way.” You heard him chuckle, and you peeked around his chair to see him playing minecraft.

You couldn’t hear from the line of the call, but he must of said something insulting as your husband let out an offended gasp. “Rude, you’re just jealous you play this game everyday— yet still aren’t good.”

It went on like that for the next hour, and you did whatever you could to try and find some entertainment. From reading to listening to music to even braiding Takashi’s long hair, which he pulled you down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek only to pull away and put his attention back on the screen. Rude

“Baby—” You whined out, leaning over the chair and dipping your head into the crook of his neck, and he shifted in his seat when your hot breath fanned his skin. “I’m bored.”

‘Oh? Is that [Name]?! Hey [Name]! Sorry for taking your precious husbands time but I thought we could catch up over a game.’ You we’re closer now so you could hear Hakki in the background, along with Yuzuya who also screamed in the back hoping you could hear her. ‘[Name]’s there?! Her girl! When ar—‘ she was cut off when here and Hakkai started play fighting.

Takashi let out a small laugh, turning his head up to face you, who was snuggling into his neck. “Those two— always ask about you a work.”

“Hm? That’s nice…” You mumbled back, letting out a sigh which vibrated onto his neck. He swivelled his chair away from the desk and faced you before softly grabbing your hips— pulling you onto his lap and teasing his hands on you waist.

“Something wrong, love?” He asked, and gave you a smile when you lifted you heard to face him— only for it to drop when you turned away. “Baby? What the matter?”

“Nothing…” You huffed, slowly going to hop of his lap but his hands held you still in place, “let go Takashi.” He only carefully grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to his chest— rubbing your back with his other hand.

“No pet names? What happened to pretty boy? Or babe?” He joked, and he knew you weren’t mad— seeing as you were placing small kisses along his jaw and towards his cheek.

“Pay attention to me, you’ve been playing this game for too long.” He moved his hand to the mouse and muted his microphone, before turning back to you.

“Oh I see, you’re jealous.” He winked at you, and laughed when you playfully rolled your eyes. “There’s that gorgeous smile I love to see.”

“M’not jealous, just miss you s’all.”

“Miss me? But I’m right here.” He licked his lips and leaned in to capture yours, humming in content when you returned the kiss.

“I know,” You said when you both pulled away, looking into his eyes. “Just want to be close to you.”

He smirked— one you didn’t see as you were looking at Hakkai’s block character hit Takashi’s on the screen. “Oh? Be quite then.”

You snapped your neck to him, “Excuse m-” you didn’t finish as you watched him adjust the headphones on his ears and turn back to the game.

“Sorry man, just had to use the bathroom.” He unmuted his mic and you could only watch in confusion as he used his left hand on the keyboard while leaving his mouse unattended— instead putting his free hand and sliding it under your shirt and rubbing your back.

‘Yeah? Took you long enough! I died multiple times cause you didn’t protect me.’

You felt his hand glide up your spine and towards the strap if your bra— fiddling around with it for a moment before it finally unclasped. How he could undo a bra with one hand still amazed you, since you still struggled to put it on with both of your hands.

You said his name is a small whisper, yet he didn’t respond— instead using two fingered to tap the hem of your back. “Arms up, okay?”

You did as told with no complaints, and he brought his hands up to take your shirt up and over your head. He let out a content sigh at the sight, your bra barely hanging on your shoulders while your perky nipples threatened to peek out.

“Mmm— always so pretty for me.” He teased, leaning forward and pressing kisses on your stomach and making his way up— before his nose was rubbing against bar of your bra. He looked up at you with expecting eyes and wiggling his eyebrows.

You knew what he wanted, shrugging your shoulders and allowing the only layer that separated your tits from his view— to fall off.

Using his feet to pull the chair closer to the desk, his hand left your hips and rested on one of your breasts, letting out a smirk when your breath hitched.

“Nipples hard for me already, baby?” He made sure to push his microphone away and talk in a small voice all so Hakkai couldn’t hear as he teased you, he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed after all.

‘Hey! Taka! Stop spinning in circles and help me finish building our house.’

“Hop of for a second.” He mumbled into your hair and softly pulled your legs off him and helped you stand up, with unamused eyes— you watched him go back to playing his game, while you stood there topless.

He didn’t turn his head, but looked towards you and smiled, muting his microphone one more time. “I’ll let you sit on my again— when you’re stripped down to nothing, okay?”

He held back a chuckle when you rushed yo remove your pants, along with your underwear and leaving you standing there with your whole body on display. “Good girl,” he patted his lap. “Take a seat.”

You crawled onto his lap, putting your calves on either side of his thighs with your back facing the computer screen. Your bare cunt was rutting against clothed cock, with his hard on growing each time you humped onto him. “I can feel you dripping onto me baby, wet already?”

You nodded, looking away in embarrassment when you did in fact— feel a wet patch start to form on the crotch.

You heard a laugh, before a hand landed on your leg, slowly making its way towards your inner thigh before cupping your pussy in his large hand. You gasped, leaning onto him when his finger started playing around with you clit. “Shh, I’m still on a call with Hakkai… you don’t want him to hear us, do you?”

You clenched your legs together, and slowly shook your head no. “Mhm, didn’t think so, you break the poor boy and he wouldn’t be able to look at you for weeks.”

“Touch me more please baby…”

He hummed— and didn’t waste any more time before slowly sinking his middle finger into your inviting hole, loving how you squeezed your eyes tight and let your head lull into his neck.

He added another finger, using them to scissor inside. “So tight, m’kinda jealous you’re not sucking my cock in instead.” He laughed, and he could feel your nipples rub against his shirt while his chest vibrated.

“Gonna’ have to lean to the side sweetheart, I can’t see the screen.”

You did as told, putting both your arms to the left and arching you back so he could see over you, it was slightly uncomfortable, but with your count being finger fucked, it didn’t really bother you.

You stared rubbing your hips into his hand— hoping to grab more tension between the two of you, but let out a whine when he stopped and pulled out his now, slick costed fingers.

“Such a naughty girl,” he tutted, shaking his head in false disappointment before slowly standing up— taking you with him.

He hoisted you over his shoulder and placed his hand firmly on your bare ass, keeping you secure so you didn’t fall off.

Leaning down to the desk, and hovering his hand over the mouse. “Sorry dudeee—” he drew out, squeezing the flesh of your bum before continuing. “Iv gotta go, one of my models is being difficult and begging for my assistance at the studio.”

You heard Hakkai on the other side— saying not to worry and that they should play again soon. Your husband agreed, before shutting down his PC and walking over towards the bed— chucking you onto it.

You laid on your back and watch him strut over towards you, eyes glued onto your naked body while his hands worked away with the fly of his jeans, tugging them down and leaving him in only his briefs.

“You’ve been kinda broad today [Name], don’t you think? What I think, is that you should be punished for your bad behaviour, yeah?”

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

*-*-*

That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

*-*-*

As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

*-*-*-*

The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

*-*-*

"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

*-*-*

Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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Dragon Age development insights and highlights from Bioware: Stories and Secrets from 25 Years of Game Development

Some really tasty factoids here.

Cut for length.

Dragon Age: Origins

The continent of Thedas was at one point going to be named Pelledia, a name initially floated by James Ohlen

“Qunari” was a temporary name that ended up unintentionally sticking, much like “Thedas”

Mary Kirby wrote the Landsmeet. To this day, nobody understands how it works, except possibly her. If she’s “really really drunk” she can explain how it works. There’s as many words in it as Sten’s entire conversations put together

Concept art for Thedosian art - as in in-world art - draws heavily on Renaissance-era portraiture, the Art Nouveau movement, religious styles and media like stained glass, and favorite pieces from the golden age of illustrations in the early 20th century

Andrastianism in-world (art-wise) is depicted in wildly different methods depending on who in-world made the art in question. “One religion, 3 different lenses”. There’s the Chantry take, the Orlesian take and the Fereldan take; each with its own different interpretations, different mediums and different stories

The stained glass images were drawn by Nick Thornborrow for DAI, to decorate religious spaces in that game “and beyond”

irl Viking art influenced Ferelden

Greek and Italian art influenced Orlais

The book also had other insights into and anecdotes from the development of DAO, but I’ve transcribed them recently as they’re essentially the stories DG has recently been relating on the awesome Summerfall Studios DAO playthrough Twitch streams. (On those streams he provides dev commentary while Liam Esler plays through DA. The ones with DG are currently once every two weeks. Check them out! Here’s a calendar where you can check when the next one is) Instead of repeating myself I’ll just provide the link to the first transcript. From there you can navigate to the subsequent parts. Note these streams are ongoing. At this point I will also point you to a related post which is cliff notes of the Dragon Age chapter in Jason Schreier’s book Blood Sweat and Pixels.

Dragon Age II

DAO had the longest development period in BioWare history. In contrast DA2 had the shortest

Initially DA2 was going to be an expansion to DAO. A few months in EA said “Yeah, expansions like these don’t sell very well, so let’s make it a sequel.” So it suddenly became DA2 and they had to make it even bigger, although they still only had 1.5 years of time in which to do this

Production of DA2 officially lasted only 9 months, and at the time the team was still supporting live content for DAO! They finished development that January after the design team crunched all the way through the holiday period that year. Then it went to cert 9 times

The limited time they had is why the story takes place mostly in and around 1 city, and over 7 years (so it was temporal, rather than over physical distance, because a more expansive world would have taken more irl time to make)

They had no time to review even the main plot. Mike Laidlaw pitched the idea of 3 stories taking place at different points in the PC’s life, tied together by Varric’s recollections of events. DG rolled with this and made 1 presentation on the idea. This presentation was then approved and off they went

As they were writing DG realized that there was going to be no oversight and that everything was going to be a ‘first draft’. “Because nobody had time.” He sat down with the writers and said “Look, here’s the conditions we’re working under. A lot of what we’re putting out is gonna be raw. We’re not going to get the editing we need. We’re not going to get the kind of iteration we need. So I’m going to trust you all to do your best work.”

Looking back, DG has mixed feelings on DA2. “A lot of corners were cut. The public perception was that it was smaller than DAO. That’s a sin on its own.”

Despite this he thinks DA2 has some of the best writing in the series, especially character-wise. The DA2 chars are his favorite

The pace with which production progressed may in some ways have helped. “When we do a lot of revision, we often file away [as in buff off] some of the good writing as well. Somehow DA2′s whirlwind process resulted in some really good writing”

The pace meant chars landed on the writers in various stages of completion. For example Isabela was fairly defined due to appearing in DAO. In contrast Varric at the start was just that single piece of widely-shown concept art

Varric was conceived as a storyteller not a fighter. His skills are talking and bullshitting. Hence the question became, so what does this guy do in combat? The direction was to make him as different as possible to Oghren, so not a warrior. He couldn’t be a dual-wielding rogue in order to differentiate him from Bela. But you can’t really picture this guy with a bow. “For a dwarf, it would probably be a crossbow. We didn’t have crossbows, or we only had crossbows for the darkspawn. And they were part of the models. We didn’t have a separate crossbow that was equip-able by the chars. They had to like, crop one off a darkspawn and remodel it. And that became Bianca” (quote: Mary Kirby)

“Dwarven mages are exceedingly rare.” [???]

If DAO was a classic fantasy painting, DA2 was a screenshot from a Kurosawa film or a northern Renaissance painting. (Here Matt Rhodes was commenting on art style)

John Epler: “In any one of our games, there’s a 95% chance that if you turn the camera away from what it’s looking at, you’ll see all kinds of janky stuff. The moment we know the camera is no longer facing someone, we no longer care what happens to them. We will teleport people around. We will jump people around. We will literally have someone walk off screen and then we will shift them 1000 meters down, because we’re fixing some bug.” John also talked about this camera stuff in a recent charity Twitch stream for Gamers For Groceries. There’s a writeup of that stream here

Designing Kirkwall pushed concept artists to the limits of visual storytelling, because it has a long history that they wanted to be present. It was once the hub of Tevinter’s slave empire, so it needed to look brutal and harsh, but it also then needed to feel reclaimed, evolved, and with elements of contemporary Free Marches culture

The initial plan was for DA titles to be distinguished by subtitles not numbers, so that each experience could stand on its own rather than feel like a sequel or continuation. (My note: New PCs in each entry make sense then when you consider this and other factoids we know like how DA is the story of the world not of any one PC). Later, DA2′s name was made DA2 in a bid to more clearly connect the game to its predecessor. For DAI they returned to the original naming convention. (My note: so I’d reckon they’d be continuing the subtitle naming convention for DA4)

DA2 was initially code-named “Nug Storm”, strictly internally

The Cancelled DA2 Expansion - Exalted March

This was a precursor to DAI

It was meant to bridge the gap between DA2 and DAI

It focused on the fallout from Kirkwall’s explosion, with Cory serving as the villain

Meredith’s red lyrium statue was basically going to infest Kirkwall and it would end up [with what would end up] the red templars taking over Kirkwall and essentially being Cory’s army

To stop him Hawke would have recruited various factions, including Bela’s Felicisima Armada and the Qunari at Estwatch, forcing Hawke to split loyalties and risk relationships in the process

It was meant to bring DA2′s story to an end and end in Varric’s death. DG was very happy with this because all of DA2 is Varric’s tale. The expansion was supposed to start at the moment Cassandra’s interrogation of him ended in the present. “And we finished off the story with Varric having this heroic death.” It tied things up and would have broken many fan hearts, something BioWare writers notoriously enjoy. But between a transition to the new Frostbite engine and the scope of DAI, the decision was made to cancel EM, work any hard-to-lose concepts into DAI, and in the process save Varric’s life. DG has talked about the Varric dying thing before

Concept art for EM explored new areas previously not depicted in the DA universe, with costumes that reflected next steps for familiar chars. Varric was going to war, what would he have worn? With Anders, if he survived DA2, the plan was to present a redeemed Warden

A char that vaguely resembled Sera in DAI was first concepted for EM. This fact was mentioned near this concept art (see the female elf) and this concept art of Bethany with the blond bob

The writers sketched out plans to end it with Hawke having the option to marry their LI. This included alternate ceremonies for party members like Bethany and Sebastian if the player opted not to wed. There was even a wedding dress made for Hawke. This asset made it into DAI (Sera and Cullen’s weddings in Trespasser). The dress can also be seen in DAI during an ambient NPC wedding after completing a chain of war table missions

The destruction of a Chantry was explored in concept art as it might have happened in EM. This idea ended up carrying over to the beginning of DAI. (My note: Lol, the idea that DA2 could have had 2 Chantries being destroyed in it 😆)

World of Thedas

Sheryl Chee and Mary Kirby started with “a disgusting little dish called fluffy mackerel pudding”. In the middle of DAO’s busy dev period one of them (they can’t remember who) found a recipe online for this, scanned in from a 70s cookbook. “I don’t understand why it was fluffy. Why would you want fluffy mackerel pudding?” MK says. “We loved it so much we included it in a DAO codex.”

This led them to create more food for Thedas, full recipes included, like a Fereldan turnip and barley stew from MK and SC’s Starkhaven fish and egg pie. The fish pie became Sebastian’s favorite. “To me it made sense for it to be fish pie because a lot of the Free Marches are on the coast”, SC says, “It was something that was popular in medieval times, so I thought, let’s make a fish pie! I looked at medieval recipes and I concocted a fish pie which I fed to my partner, and he was like ‘This is not terrible’”

For WoT the whole studio was asked to contribute family recipes which might have a place in Thedas. SC adapted these to fit in one Thedosian culture or another, including a beloved banana bread that localization producer Melanie Fleming would regularly bake to keep the DA team motivated. “Melanie’s banana bread got us through Inquisition”

DAI

It says part of DAI takes place in or near the border with Nevarra [???]

This game was aimed to be bigger than DA2 and even DAO in every conceivable way

The first hour had to do a lot of heavy lifting, tying together the events of DAO and DA2 while introducing a new PC, new followers etc in the aftermath of the big attack. DG rewrote it 7 times then Lukas Kristjanson did 2 more passes

DG: “Our problem is always that our endings are so important, but we leave them to last, when we have no time. I kept pushing on DAI: ‘Can we work on the ending now? Can we work on the ending now? Can we do it early on?’ Because I knew exactly what it was going to be. But despite the fact that it kept getting scheduled, whenever the schedule started falling behind, it kept getting pushed back... so, of course, it got left til last again.”

“The reveal of the story’s real antagonist, Solas, a follower until the end, when he betrayed the player”. “Solas’ story remains a main thread in Inquisition’s long-awaited follow-up” [these aren’t DG quotes, just bits of general text]

Over the course of development they had 8 full-time writers and 4 editors working on it. Other writers joined later to help wrangle what ended up being close to 1 million words of dialogue and unspoken text. While many teams moved to a more open concept style of work for DAI, the writers remained tucked away in their own room, a choice DG says was necessary, given how much they talked. All the talking had a purpose ofc as if someone hit a bump or wall in their writing they would open the problem up to the room

As writing on a project like DAI progresses, the writers grow punchier and weirder things make it into the game. This is especially the case towards the end of a project (they get tired, burned out)

Banter and codexes require less ‘buy-in’ (DG has talked about this concept a few times on the Twitch streams) from other designers. DG liked to leave banter for last as a reward because it was fun. Banter begins as lists of topics for 2 followers to discuss. These may progress over time or be one off exchanges. One banter script can balloon to well over 10k words. “The banter was always huge because we were always like, laughing, and really at that point, our fields of fucks were rather barren, so we would just do whatever”

The bog unicorn happened pretty much by accident. It was designed by Matt Rhodes and was one of his fav things to design. They needed horse variations and he had already designed an undead variant which was a bog mummy [bog body]. irl these are preserved in a much different way to traditional mummies. When someone dies in a bog their skin turns black and raisin-like. The examples we know of tend to have bright red hair for whatever reason. It’s a very striking look and MR wanted to do a horse version of this as he thought it’d be neat. 5 mins before the review meeting for it he had a big ‘Aha!’ moment, quickly looked up a rusty old Viking sword, and photoshopped it through its skull like that was how it died. “And I was like, ‘I just made a unicorn. Alright, in it goes!’” It got approved. “So we built the thing. It fit. It told a little story”

With the irl Inquisition longsword, one of the objects they tested its cleaving ability on was a plush version of Leliana’s nug Schmooples

The concept art team explored a wide variety of visuals for the Inquisitor’s signature mark. It needed to look powerful and raw but couldn’t look like a horrific wound. In some cases, as cool as the idea looked on paper, they just weren’t technically feasible, especially as they had to be able to fit on any number of different bodies

Bug report: “Endlessly spawning mounts! At one point during development, Inquisitors could summon a new horse every time they whistled, allowing them to amass a near infinite number of eager steeds that faithfully followed them across Thedas. “You could go charging across levels and they’d all gallop behind you,” Jen Cheverie says, “It was beautiful.” Trotting into town became an epic horse siege as a tidal wave of mounts enveloped the streets. Jen called it her Army of Ponies”

The giants came from DA Week, an internal period when devs can pursue different individual creative projects that in some way benefit DA. They also had a board game from one of these that they were going to put in but they didn’t have time. It’s referenced though. It was dwarven chess

Josie’s outfit is made of gold silk and patterned velvet, with leather at her waist. She carries “an ornate ledger” and she has “an ornamented collar sitting around her neck, finished by a brilliant red ruby, like a drop of Antivan wine in a sunbeam”

Iron Bull’s armor is leather. His loose pantaloons and leather boots give him agility to charge

On DAI in particular, concept artists took special care to make sure costumes would be realistic, at least in a practical ‘this obeys the laws of physics and textiles’ sense. “While on Inquisition, we thought about cosplay from a concept art perspective. Given how incredible a lot of [cosplays] are, I now am not worried about them. In fact in some cases in the future I want to throw them curveballs like, ‘All right, you clever bastards. Let’s see if you can do this!’”

2 geese that nested on the office building and had chicks were named Ganders and Arishonk (it wasn’t known who was the mom or the dad). Other possible names were Carver Honke, Bethany Honke, Urdnot Pecks, Quackwall, Cassandra Pentagoose, the Iron Bill, Shepbird, Garroose, Admiral Quackett, Scout Honking, HChick-47 and Darth Malgoose

Bug report: “The surprising adventures of Ser Noodles!” DAI was the first time the series had a mount feature, meaning this had a lot of bugs. A lot of the teams’ favorite bugs were to do with the mounts. There was a period of time where the Inquisitor’s horse seemed to lose all bone and muscle in its legs. They had a week or so where all quadruped legs were broken. It was a bit noticeable in things like nugs and other small beasties but the horse was insanely obvious. “The first time we summoned the horse [for this] and started running around, the entire QA exploration room just exploded with laughter.” Its legs flapped around like cooked fettucine, leading testers to lovingly nickname it Ser Noodles. At galloping speeds the legs almost looked like helicopter blades, especially when footage was set to classic pieces such as Wagner’s Flight of the Valkyries

For DAI the artists were asked questions like “What would Morrigan wear to a formal ball? Can Cassandra pull off a jaunty hat?”

On DAI storyboarding became the norm. John Epler: “Cinematic design for the longest time was the Wild West. It was ‘here’s a bunch of content, now do it however you want’, which resulted in some successes and some failures.” Storyboarding gave designers a consistent visual blueprint based on ideas from designers, writers and concept artists

Quote from a storyboard by Nick Thornborrow (the Inquisitor going into the party at the end of basegame sequence): “Until Corypheus revealed himself they could not see the single hand behind the chaos. A magister and a darkspawn combined. The ultimate evil. So evil. Eviler than puppy-killers and egg farts combined.”

A general note on concept art:

In the early stages of any project, before the concept artists are aware of any writing, they like to just draw what they think cool story moments could be. It’s not unusual for the team to then be inspired by these and fold them into the game as the project progresses

– From Bioware: Stories and Secrets from 25 Years of Game Development

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