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russellsppttemplates · 3 months

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I'm always over the moon (Lando Norris)

A look into your and Lando's little life moments

Note: english is not my first language. It's fluffy, so you know I pratically melted (and am now feeling single in about seventeen different levels)✨️

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Tw: mentions accident drop of a glass and possibility of injury

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Today's training session was particularly hard, Jon having Lando run a considerable amount of kilometres more than the usual distance followed by a weights session. By the time he was finished his cryotherapy session, he was more than ready to go home and snuggle up to you in the sofa.

Setting his keys on the little bowl by the door, Lando left his shoes on the coat cabinet by the door before walking to the ensuite bathroom where he heard noise from.

"I'm home, baby", he said, crossing the corner and resting his body on the side of the door, watching you rub product on your face.

"Hey, Lan", you smiled at him through the mirror, putting the lid on the pot you were using and storing it away.

Approaching him, you laced your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the curls ay the nape of his neck, "how was your session?", you wondered before kissing his lips.

"It was a killer, Jon set out to push me to the limit today", he hummed, hands finding your waist and holding your body close to his, "and you?", he checked.

"I worked all day, finally finished the prototypes for the next Quadrant campaign, then I worked out and I was just finishing my shower when you arrived", you added.

"I should've come home earlier, I could have joined you in there", he smirked, lowering his head to your neck and kissing the skin softly, earning your giggles as you squirmed.

"You're tickling me", you smiled, curling yourself closer against him, "but it's alright, baby, we'll do it another time".

When you separated yourself from his slightly, Lando noticed what you were wearing, "ugh, baby, I don't know what would be better, getting home when you were in the shower or this", he complimented.

"What do you mean?", you scrunched your eyebrows, looking down at your outfit. Because you had moisturised your whole body, from head to toe, after your workout, you decided to put on your tiny pyjamas shorts and one of Lando's t-shirts, the bottom piece fitting your thighs loosely while his t-shirt fit snug on your hips and chest, the fabric leaving little to the imagination. Even though he knew everything it kept away, he loved the way your curvilinear body looked in his t-shirt.

"I love it when you wear my clothes, they look so good on you, too god even", he nibbled on your ear lobe, hands tapping your thighs so you knew to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

"I thought you were too tired, baby", you brushed the curls away from his eyes, "I am, but that doesn't mean I won't spend the evening glued to you", he winked, carrying you to the sofa in the living room, laying you both down and wrapping you both in a blanket.

"Can't have you feeling cold, baby", he mumbled, fixing the blanket before his hand travelled under the t-shirt and settled on your tummy, making you hum in content, "I love you, baby", you cooed.

"Alright, let's get to work!", Lando clapped after setting the last box on the living room floor.

When you moved all of the things you wanted to Monaco, Lando insisted you should bring your favourite books, reasoning that the apartment should also have some of your things instead of just his helmets for decoration. So, three boxes were shipped with your favourite book collections and stand alones and, you and Lando took the afternoon to organise them.

"I get this can be boring for you, Lan, I can do it myself if you want to go stream or just game", you added, kissing his cheek lovingly.

"Absolutely not, baby, I want to help you! So, how do you want this?", he asked as he looked at what was in the boxes, "do you want to do this by colour? Genre? Date? The ones you've read and the ones you haven't read yet", he suggested.

"We can go a bit with the colour schemes you already have with the helmets", you tried, looking over at the colour palette the books made up.

Wiping the shelves one last time, you sat on the floor and handed the books over to your boyfriend, guiding him through the order and way you wanted to display them.

"Oh, I remember this one - I read it to you the first time I spent the night at your place! You didn't want to seem weird and admit you needed to read a little before going to bed and thought you could go without it for one night!", he smiled at the memory, "Little did you know that it was another one of the things that attracted me to you and I was more than happy to read to you", he winked, leaving you flustered as you handed him the next book, "very smooth, Mr. Norris", you blushed.

"I like to keep you on your toes", he chuckled, "next, there's room for that big collection there", he pointed to the eight books that shared the same design, "might be a tight squeeze, but I think it's fine", he muttered as you handed him the books.

By the time you finished, the living room looked like a good mixture of you and Lando. The books added a pop of colour and softer tone along with the new picture frames you scattered.

"It looks great", Lando said, pulling you closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "our home is coming together nicely", he kissed the side of your head.

"They can spend the day, of course I don't mind", you smiled as you out the cutlery away in the drawer.

"It's your home too, baby, just wanted to make sure you're fine with it", Lando reasoned as he wiped the counter.

It was still weird to refer to the apartment as your home, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Closing the door and moving to the cups drying on the counter, you grabbed a tea towell and started drying them before setting them in the cupboard.

"I'll make sure to not make too much noise, or I can go and work at the café down the street, it's - shoot!", you cursed as the glass slipped from your hold, falling on the floor and shattering into little pieces.

"Careful, darling, you might hurt yourself more", Lando urged, stretching his arms and helping you stand where there were no glass shards.

"I'm sorry, I thought the towell wasn't that slippery", you said as Lando scanned your hands for any cuts or injuries, moving to your feet and ankles.

"It's okay, baby, I don't care about the glass, I care about you", he kissed your fingers, "there's a little graze here", he pointed to the small nick on your skin, "go wash it off while gather these", he kissed your cheek and looked for the broom.

Making sure he had sweeped all of it and then passing the vacuum cleaner just to make sure, Lando finished putting the glasses away as you stood by the door, "it's fine,Y/N, we'll go to IKEA and get a new one", he conforted, "now, are we ready for bed?", he wondered as he held your hand as you walked to the bedroom.

"My shoulders are killing me, I think I slept funny", you mumbled, trying to find a good position against the office chair, Lando's look questioning your movements.

"Are you in pain? You should've said something", he tutted, hands coming to rub the muscles along your shoulders and neck as Ria went over the latest filming plans.

"Y/N, are you okay, girl?", Ria asked, concerned at the faces you were pulling, "are you sure he's helping you rather than making it worse?", she teased.

"Hey!", Lando yelled, "I'm trying to be a great boyfriend, making sure she's feeling well and taken care of! I think that's jealousy", he smirked, poking his tongue out at her.

"It's feeling good, handsome, especially right there", you groaned, earning a whistle from Max.

"If you guys need a room, I'm sure they can find something relatively kept away!", he laughed, luckily missing the pillow your boyfriend threw at him, "no need to resort to violence, guys!".

"Bring that pillow over here, please, I actually need it", you asked him, taking it from his hands as he quickly walked away, "what, are you afraid I was going to make you trip?", you giggled.

"I don't know, the two of you are never up to any good!", Max raised his hands in defense as Lando kissed your forehead, "He's just jealous because we're a great team and P isn't here with him".

Weekends with no racing and no plans quickly became your favourite because you were able to spend as much time as you possibly could with Lando, the triple header ahead of you already promising to make spending time just with him on your own a bit difficult.

When Lando woke up like clockwork, he stretched his neck just enough to watch you sleep cuddled up to his side, your hand grabbing a handful of the sheets that were keeping you warm as you peacefully slept, and knowing how much Quadrant had kept you up late that past week, he thought it would be nice to let you sleep for a bit longer.

Carefully getting up to not wake you up, Lando kissed your cheek soflty and made his side of the bed, tucking the sheets around your body as he lightly kissed your head one last time before he went to the ensuite to change into his workout clothes.

Heading to the kitchen, Lando filled his water bottle and grabbed a pre-workout snack to take to the home gym. Looking at the equipment in the room and the cardio indications Jon had sent him, he decided that he was going on the bike, figuring that, even though the sound isolation was pretty good, it would be the least likely to make too much noise to the point of waking you up, following up with some weights and then stretching.

He was all sweaty when he walked back into the bedroom, ready to have a shower when he heard the sheets ruffling, "hey, baby, good morning", he smiled, "you can go back to sleep, I just need to take a shower, I'm sorry I woke you up", he pouted.

"Morning", you yawned, "I'm going to shower with you", you smiled sleepily, getting up and joining him in the ensuite.

Leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor, Lando got the shower started, making sure the water was warm as you both liked before stepping in with you, letting the water wash away before you grabbed your shower gel, lathering it on Lando's hands and then on yours as you both helped the other wash off, stealing kissing and caresses along the way.

When you got back to the bedroom and dressed in lounge wear clothes, you were ready to have breakfast, finding the overnight oats in the kitchen, "I don't mind if you want to eat something else", Lando offered.

"These are good, I don't mind it", you said, "but I am going to make my latte because my brain can't go without the caffeine", you scrunched up your nose, earning his giggles as you turned on the coffee machine.

"Can I have a little sip, please?", Lando asked once you frothed up the milk, "of course, here baby", you encouraged, bringing the mug up to his lips and having your hand form a shell under it just in case it spilled.

Lando was left with a little foam moustache, earning a giggle from you as you kissed him, "my little frothy man", you cupped his cheek before kissing him properly, "I love you, Y/N", he whispered, pulling you into his embrace.

"You pick the movie, I have to go pee", you said to your boyfriend, letting him walk inside the living room as you continued down the hall to the bathroom.

For tonight's plan, you and Lando decided to stay in and cook together, wanting to enjoy the small task without rushing or heating up something from his meal plan, still making something healthy and approved by his team.

When you got back to the living room,

Lando had his Spotify app on the TV, a slow song you recognised from his brother's wedding playlist ready to play, "would you do me the honour of joining me in this dance?", he asked, kissing your knuckles before looking up at you, eyes sparkly as you replied, "yes, I will", you smiled, allowing him to push you flush to his chest, slowdancing in the living room once he started the song, your head in his chest listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Everyday I thank my lucky starts that we met, that I was bold enough to ask you out and that you've stayed with me all of these years", he broke the silence as he unattached his lips from your temple, "and I never want to loose this, little touches, giggles, wins and losses, all of it", he smiled.

"You're the best thing that has happened to me, Lando", you cupped his face in your hands, thumbs brushing his cheeks as he smiled, "I can only hope you feel as happy as I do when I'm with you".

"Darling, with you, I'm always over the moon", he giggled, kissing your lips softly as he stumbled you two into the sofa, roaming hands and tongues battling eachother as a night of love and passion unfolded.

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baby-yongbok · 8 months

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4:26 am

Best friend!Bang Chan × Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: You love your boyfriend Minho, but lately your best friend has been on your mind.

Warnings: Cheating, Chan is a tiny bit manipulative, Car Sex? (That should be all, sorry if I missed anything!)

A/N: This might might, be the last of Chan's birthday posts. I have one more that I prepared awhile ago but I might save it. Who knows lol. I hope that you enjoy! I'm trying to start writing again and it's been hard so I'm sorry if this is a bit rough 😅

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“Tell me again why we're parked in an abandoned parking lot at 4:26 am.” Chan asks quizzically. I sighed, running my hands over my face.

“I needed someone to vent to.” My gaze stays fixed on my lap, I don’t know if I can look at him, I don’t know what I’ll do when his eyes meet mine. He’s my best friend and I know I can tell him anything, hell, he picked up the phone in the middle of the night and came running to me. So I know that I can trust him but right now the thought of looking him in the eye with these thoughts running through my head is dizzying.

“Well I'm here, start when you want.” He leans forward, crossing his arms and resting them on top of the steering wheel. I run my hands through my hair as I try to gather my thoughts.

“Okay so, uh, Minho came home early tonight and he surprised me with this really cute home date and ya know… we had sex and it was good, really it was, but I just don’t feel… I haven’t been feeling…” My heart is beating a mile a minute, Chan and I are extremely close and we talk about our sex lives all the time but this time it’s different.

“Unsatisfied?” Chan asks with an eyebrow raised. I nod my head, thankful that he finished the sentence for me. Talking about Minho behind his back feels so wrong but I suppose it’s not as wrong as what I plan to confess next.

“Yeah, unsatisfied and I've been… thinking of someone else.” I swallow hard as I play with the zipper of my hoodie, desperate to pay attention to anything but the look on Chan’s face. I know him, I know that he’s looking at me with semi wide interested eyes and he’s waiting for me to look back at him but I just can’t.

“Who do you think about?” If I were in a hospital right now the nurses would go crazy because I am almost certain that my heart stopped, exploded even. I knew that he’d ask me that question but hearing it actually come out of his mouth sets off a whole new type of panic. Should I tell him the truth? I’m in a relationship, a beautiful and loving one at that, I shouldn’t go around confessing these things. But on the other hand, the thought of my fantasy coming true is too inviting to ignore. It’s now or never and I choose now.

“Well, it depends on the day. It could be Hyunjin, Seungmin, but… I mostly think of you. I guess it’s because of our connection or some shit like that, I don't know” My nerves got to me half way through my confession, shit, he must think I’m fucking with him. The silence around us lasted far too long for my liking, causing me to look over at the man in the driver's seat. His eyebrows were slightly raised and there was a red tint to the tips of his ears but other than that he seemed completely cool and collected.

“Okay, uh, you think about me in what way? Like, do you daydream about me and kind of dissociate from Minho or do you pretend that he's me?” His brows knit together briefly before relaxing again. He shifts in his seat, leaning back completely and bringing his crossed arms to rest over his chest. He’s clearly trying not to show the effect that my confession has on him.

“I imagine that he's you, that his hands are yours and that you’re the one fucking me, it's better when I pretend.” I look back down at my lap as a deep blush creeps onto my cheeks.

“Do you come faster? More intensely?” My head jolts up quickly and my eye’s find his immediately, the look of disbelief written all over my features makes Chan grin. He chuckles a bit and that's when I realize that he's messing with me. I sigh dramatically, relaxing into my seat before flashing my middle finger in his direction.

“Fuck you, don’t taunt me.” He smiles wider, looking down at his lap.

“I just want to know for my own personal records.” He licks his lips before looking back up at me “It's fun hearing what I do to you.”

At this point I’m sure that my brown skin is as red as a rose. Why did he have to look at me like that? Is he trying to ruin me?

“I called you because I need to vent.” I remind him as I turn to look out of the passenger window, anything to avoid his gaze for a second.

“Sorry sorry, continue.” I clear my throat and unzip my hoodie just a bit, is it getting hot in here? Why does his car suddenly feel so small?

“He falls asleep after sex all the time, I mean how could I blame him? Three rounds every night for four or five days a week is a lot on top of working and all of the other stuff that he does in a day. But no matter how many times we do it I’m still not satisfied afterwards, I watch porn and use my vibrator on the bathroom floor, every time.”

“Did you do that tonight?” His eyebrows knit together in curiosity, I open my mouth to try to answer him but when I look back in his direction I get distracted by the sight of his strong arms. He leaned back in his seat a bit more than he was a minute ago, his fingers intertwined and tucked behind his head giving me the perfect view of his biceps and everything that matches it.

“No, I called you instead. I just needed to talk to someone. I feel like I'm going crazy, I keep wanting more and more sex. This can’t be normal.” Chan chuckles lightly and I can’t help but to roll my eyes. Is he even taking this seriously?

“Well either you're a sex addict or you aren't satisfied because you want someone else. In this case that person would be me.” He moves his hands from behind his head and rests them in his lap lazily.

“So, what? I fuck you and it goes away? If anything I'll keep wanting it.” I scoff, shaking my head in an attempt to erase the thoughts.

“You'll never know unless you try.” My eyes meet his quickly, I open my mouth to reply but no words make sense in my head. Is he serious? He’s messing with me… right?

“I couldn't cheat on… I can't.”

“Haven't you already though? Thinking of another man inside of you while he is? Imagining that you're with me.. your best friend. If he were thinking of someone else while he fucked you would you call that cheating?” I turn away from him as if I'm physically trying to run away from his words. This is all too much to handle. The man that I can’t stop thinking about is basically offering himself to me. But I can’t do that to Minho, he’s been nothing but good to me for all of these years, he’s loving and attractive and he shares all of my values… but so does Chan and right now my best friend has one up on my boyfriend when it comes to intimacy. Is this really worth it? Is sex really worth potentially ruining my relationship to start a new one with Chan?

“I'm single, Y/n, if I screw you no one will care. But you, you're in a relationship. If we fuck you'll either feel guilty and confess everything to him or you'll feel so amazing that you'll call me at 4 am every night, The choice is yours.” Silence surrounds us and it almost feels heavy on my skin. What should I do next? I could tell him to take me home or I could get in the backseat and let him fuck me until I’m satisfied. I glance over at Chan to find that he’s already looking at me, his relaxed gaze is raking over my frame slowly but that’s not what did it. It was the way he licked his lips as his eyes met mine, like he could already taste me. Like he already had me.

“Fuck it.” I blurt out, making up my mind all at once. It’s like every system in my brain shut off at once. I'm not really even thinking anymore, every move is now driven by desire. “Let me see your dick.”

I maintain eye contact so that he knows that I’m serious. A smirk plays upon his lips and his eyebrows raise instantly.

“That escalated quickly.” He chuckles and I try my best to hide my giddy grin, Am I really doing this? Maybe I can take it back?

“Show me.” Chan takes a deep breath, hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his sweats before giving me a glance. I can tell what he’s trying to say with his eyes, he’s asking me if I’m sure about this and to be honest that answer is no, I’m anything but sure. All I know is that part of me is desperate to see if he really has this effect on me or if it’s all in my head. I nod to him and without another word he lowers the hem of his gray sweatpants and his cock springs up, resting against his clothed stomach.

Fuck what I said before, I don’t want to take it back. The mere sight of his dick, makes my mouth water. It takes every ounce of control that I have in my body not to lean forward and take him in my mouth. I want to taste him, to feel him, to use him.

“No underwear?” I tease with a smile and he shrugs.

“You said it was an emergency, I rushed over to you. Threw on the first thing I could find.”

“Mm maybe that's a sign.” He furrows his brows slightly as he watches me with curious eyes. I unzipped my hoodie completely, revealing the lingerie that I had put on for Minho tonight and never changed out of.

“Fuck.” Chan says in a breathy sigh, bringing his hand up to his cock.

“Is it still cheating if I don't touch you?” I slip off my silk sleep shorts and turn my body towards Chan so that my back is against the passenger door. I open my legs to give him a full view of my cunt, reaching down to spread my arousal over my folds.

“You’re so fucking pretty, babygirl” His tone is a bit deeper than before, the soft and playful tone replaced with a deep and husky one. He holds his hand out towards me and I nearly moan at the words that follow.

“Get it wet for me?” A low hum vibrates from my throat as I lean forward, pursing my lips and spitting into his palm. He coos at me, a quiet ‘good girl’ leaving his lips as he watches me. His eyes don’t leave mine as he takes his hand back and spreads my spit over his leaking tip mixing my saliva with his pre-cum. Slowly, his eyes trail down my body until they fix on my dripping pussy. He slowly starts to stroke himself, exhaling heavily when he rubs over his tip.

“Play with yourself for me, yeah?” At this point the only thing going through my head is Chan. He’s all I can remember, all that I want, all that I need. I feel drunk off of the sight of him sitting across from me, cheeks flushed and his long fingers wrapped around his hard cock. How could I possibly want to do anything but please this man?

I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly through parted lips, my eyes stay trained on him as I slowly trail my hand from my neck to my stomach. I watch his expression as he grows a bit impatient from my teasing, his dark gaze warning me to give him what he asked for.

“Does it look like I want you to tease me, baby?” The tone of his voice sends chills down my spine, his words are breathy and challenging and it makes me hungry for more. What would he do to me if I kept teasing? How would he punish me?

“Why would I give you what you want right away?” I run my fingers along my inner thighs, smiling at him as his gaze drops from my eyes to my core, watching my hand carefully. “That would be boring.”

“Touch yourself or I'll do it for you.” A shiver runs down my spine as I imagine him getting impatient with me and taking control, using his long fingers to fuck me. Why do I feel drunk off of that thought? It hasn’t even happened and yet I feel like I’m on cloud 9.

“Fuck.” I hiss as I run my fingers between my folds brushing against my clit and circling it. Chan strokes himself a bit faster as he watches me, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

“Put a finger inside.” He looks up from my cunt and my eyes follow his meeting for a second. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for something, anything, him. “Pretend that it’s me”

He nearly sounds like he’s pleading me to do it, like he’s desperate to see how I fuck myself. Desperate to see what the thought of him does to me. I nod, slowly obeying his command and slipping my middle finger deep into my cunt.

“Oh fuck.” My back arches up off of the passenger door once I start fucking myself, increasing the pace gradually as I start to become desperate for more. I pressed the palm of my hand against my clit, trying to add as much stimulation as possible. He watches in awe as my hips buck into my hand a bit.

“Add another.” I quickly obey his command, adding my ring finger inside, eliciting a groan of pleasure to fall from my parted lips. I try my best to keep my eyes open, I want to watch him, I need to watch him. His strokes are much faster now, small grunts and sighs leaving his parted lips, his head thrown back in ecstasy. I take in the way that his jaw clenched as he builds himself closer to the edge, his right leg slightly bouncing, it's a masterpiece that I wish I could become a part of.

“Chan.” His name passes my lips in a breathy moan and he looks over at me as he strokes the head of his dick, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the sensation. “I need you so badly.”

“Your choice.” He groans out as he throws his head back again squeezing his eyes shut. “ Better make up your mind, I’m so close, babygirl.”

I sigh heavily as I try my best to fight the urge to climb over and ride him until I pass out. I focus on my own pleasure again, Imagining that it’s Chan rubbing tight circles on my clit while his long fingers reach spots that I didn’t even know existed. I imagine that it’s him bringing me closer and closer to the edge, I wish it was him. The wet sounds of Chan stroking his cock mix with my moans as we both draw closer to the edge. I watch his hand as he pleasures himself, I wonder if he’s imagining that, that’s me. I wonder if he feels that same way. Does he touch himself to the thought of me at night? Thinking of all of the times that we were play fighting and his fingers grazed my bare skin, all of the tight hugs that we shared, my chest pressed up against him. Does he think about me?

“Shit, oh my god” I squeeze my eyes shut and arch my back at the thought of him wanting me just as much as I want him, maybe even more.

“Fucking cum for me, babygirl.” Chan groans “I'm so fucking close for you.”

Those words alone throw me over the edge, one of my fantasies is coming true right in front of my eyes.

“Oh my- I'm gonna..” Before I could get another word out my orgasm rushed over me, breathtaking and mind fogging. I clamped my legs shut and arched my back off of the car door. My moans filled the space around us but I couldn’t hear them, the pleasure was deafening.

“Fuck, Y/n.” My name fell off of his tongue in a sweet moan and my pussy clenched at the sound of it, sending another wave of euphoria through me. “Oh shit, I'm cumming.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, his strokes becoming shorter but still just as fast. A rush of adrenaline hit me and suddenly my vision changed. I felt like a rabid animal who was desperate for food. Suddenly, I forgot about everything that was looming over my head. All of my thoughts about Minho and saving our relationship were gone. All that I could think of was pleasure and I was absolutely driven by it, so much so that after the first stream of cum came leaking from Chan’s tip I leaned forward, getting on my knees in the passenger seat and running my tongue up his length. He moved his hand quickly, clearly surprised by my sudden confidence. I licked up to the head of his cock and then took the rest of his length down my throat. His seed spilled into my mouth in warm and delicious spurts, painting my throat with his sticky arousal. Every bit of him tasted like heaven and in this moment I swear that I would do anything that anybody asks as long as I get to stay here. As long as I get to feel him.

“Y/n” His hand lightly lays on the back of my head, stroking my hair slightly. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I bob my head a couple of times, milking his arousal from him until I’m sure that I’ve got every last drop. Once he’s come down from his high I sit up, releasing his cock from my mouth with a faint ‘pop’ and licking my lips. I sit back into my seat, settling in a bit while we watch each other. Chan’s chest is rising and falling heavily and there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, once he seem to have composed himself a little the tiniest chuckle falls from his lips as he begins to tuck himself back into his sweatpants

“Do you think that fulfilled your lust for me?”

“Not even close.”

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soleilonthesun · 16 days

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📸Interview with Alexis Ness! Will he be the new wizard for the new book series 'Alexis Ness and the Philosopher's Football'? 🗣✨️

Soleil: *Looks at the cameras* Again, in the heart of Bastard Munchen. There is a lot of talk about a new collection of books inspired by magic and sorcery. And what's more, it will star a Bastard Munchen player.

Soleil: Therefore, we are going to find out. *Looks at Alexis Ness* Hello, Ness! How are you? Is it true that you will be the protagonist of these new books that will be available in all countries?

Ness: Hello again, Soleil. I'm pretty excited, to be honest. Pretty excited. I never thought I would be the protagonist of the 'Alexis Ness' book collection!

Soleil: *Laughs a little* That makes me very happy to hear it! But, there are questions for you. Would you like to answer some?

Ness: Of course! I'm all ears!

Soleil: *Looks at his notebook* The first question, which 'Alexis Ness' house are you? Will there be more Blue Lock players?

Ness: Well... Answering that question, I have to explain something. *Looks at camera* There are four houses: Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Slytherin and Hufflepuff. I am the house of Syltherin, characterized by ambition and cunning. As for the Griffyndor, bravery and courage appeared. Ravenclaws are creative and intelligent, and are always looking for an answer. And finally, Hufflepuff, which praises loyalty and honesty.

Soleil: This universe will be quite... That means there are more characters, that is, the Blue Lock players, right?

Ness: Exactly. My best friend, Michael Kaiser, will be a Syltherin, just like me! Isagi Yoichi will be Ravenclaw, or Kunigami Rensuke will be Gryffindor! I'm pretty excited!

Soleil: The writer... May I know why the writer wrote 'Alexis Ness'? What was it inspired by?

Ness: It was inspired by my life, other than a soccer player, Miss Soleil.

Soleil: May I ask what you would like to say, young Alexis?

Ness: Know? My parents condemned me for creating osceterism, magic. That's why I started playing soccer because you do wonders by playing the ball. And here I am, having my own book and my own universe.

Soleil: *Smiles at him admiringly* So, it means you can do magic, Ness! Right?!

Ness: Exactly, that's why there are many enchanted spells, magical places, magic battles, and lots and lots of food.

Soleil: Meal? Magic food?

Ness: *Attends* This universe is huge, and covers many stories. Of many characters, ladies and gentlemen.

Soleil: Oooh... Does that mean it will be a saga of books?

Ness: That's right, Soleil. The first book is now on sale in all countries! The second book is being published!

Soleil: I'm going to check my wallet to see if I have money to buy the second book.

Ness: *Laughs* Don't worry!

Soleil: *Sighs and looks at the cameras* That was it. Thank you very much for watching this far. I just hope that the book 'Alexis Ness and the Philosopher's Ball' is a success in all countries of the world! With this we finish today's interview! Soon we will interview an important person! And cut!

>>>Behind the scenes:

Soleil: The second book is already published?!

Soleil: *Sighs and looks at her purse again* I have to save up to buy 'Alexis Ness and the Chamber of Secrets of Bastard Munchen'.

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First Book: 'Alexis Ness and the Philosopher's Ball'

Second book: 'Alexis Ness and the Chamber of Secrets of Bastard Munchen'

Third Book: 'Alexis Ness and the Blue Lock Tournament'

Fourth book: 'Alexis Ness and the Mystery of Prince Kaiser'

Fifth book: 'Alexis Ness and the Deathly Hallows'

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✨️TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS✨️

♡Name

Cassia Elizabeth Shepherd

♡Nicknames

The crew, who are like family, affectionately refer to her as "Shep" in relaxed situations while Garrus, Kaiden,Joker, Tali and Liara will call her "Cass" since they're closest to her and comfortable calling her by her name.

When they're alone,he's had a few drinks, or he's trying to get her to go along with some hair brained scheme, Garrus is very prone to pet names with "sweetheart" being his go to.

♡Age

28 in ME1, technically 31 by ME3 ( I'm unsure if the two years of being dead should be accounted for.)

♡Pronouns

She/Her

♡Sexuality

Bisexual

♡Hair Color and style

Cassia has curly, jet black hair that reaches her shoulders when worn loose; bra strap length when straight. She usually wears it either in a sleek bun or braided away from her face in two low puffs, so that it fits under her helmet and stays out of the way in combat.

Ex.

♡Eye Color

Before her death, Cassia's eyes were a rich amber brown in color. After, due to the cybernetics, they can sometimes have a slight reddish glow in the pupils, like embers in a fireplace. It's subtle, but adds a huge intimidation factor.

♡Height

5'3

♡Body Type

Due to growing up in poverty, Cassia has always been thin for her age but her time as a soldier has at least put some lean muscle on her frame. She's very leggy, with a small bust and a narrow waist and hips. Honestly, considering her reputation, most people are extremely surprised when they meet her and see this tiny human. If she had a few more inches of height, she might have passed as "willowy".

♡Personality

Cassia is, at her core, a big softie. While her upbringing has hardened her, she is a deeply compassionate person and tries her best to do whatever she can to help other's; knowing what it's like to be afraid and borderline helpless.

However, this doesn't mean that she can be easily swayed or that she's pushover. Growing up in the environment that she did forced her to hone her street smarts and learn how to read the intentions of others, lest she find herself in a situation she couldn't get out of; knowing when to be charming and when to lean into intimidation. While she prefers the former she can't lie and say she doesn't get a certain enjoyment from making people squirm.

Cassia is also extremely protective of those she cares about and will become absolutely vicious if they are harmed or threatened; a mindset that colors her actions while dealing with Saren, the Collectors and the Reaper threat.

♡Tattoos

Unbeknownst to Vega, Cassia actually does have a small N7 tattoo on her right shoulder blade. She got it with two friends from her graduating class while on shore leave. Sometime after the collector base, she gets Garrus's Archangel insignia low on her right hip.

♡Piercings

Just the ears. She used to have her nose and lip pierced when she was a teenager, but took them out when she enlisted.

♡Any definable features such as: Birthmarks, Scars, Freckles, Beauty Marks, Accent when they talk, Lisp, Natural slurring of words, Walk with a subtle limp, ect.

She has freckles sprinkled across her nose, cheeks, neck and shoulders and pretty big scar on her right shoulder before her death; a souvenir from the Blitz. She also has a faded scar on her left forearm from being slashed with a knife during a fight when she was sixteen.

Of course after she died and was rebuilt all the old scars were erased and she was left with the ones on her face. They heal, mostly, during ME2 but the stress of the Reaper War leaves them stark and glowing against the rest of her skin. They're the only ones she has post-death, as her "upgrades" let her heal exceptionally well.

♡Hobbies

Cassia likes to collect ship models, putting them together in her downtime. It gives her something to concentrate on besides the end of days. She's also a regular at the Armax arena when the Normandy docks on the Citadel, finding it keeps her skills sharper to shoot at moving enemies instead of paper targets.

♡Affiliations/Occupation

As a kid, she was loosely associated with the 10th st Reds of NYC but never joined officially. Of course, this was before they turned into a pack of xenophobic terrorists. Aside from that, she has been an Alliance girl from the moment she enlisted, months after her 18th birthday, and became part of the N7 graduating class when she was 22. Aside from her brief time with Cerberus, she has been loyal to the Alliance, even if they haven't always returned the favor.

♡Do they smoke?

No...at least not cigarettes😏

♡Do they drink? Is so, what's their poison of choice?

Yep. She likes beer as a staple drink and can be a bit of a snob about it, but is also down for a nice cocktail. When it comes to Alien drinks, she loves anything made by the Asari.

♡What do they usually wear on a normal day?

During ME1 she would just wear fatigues but ME2 and 3 find her way more relaxed in a N7 hoodie, tank top and jeans while on the Normandy or on shore leave. She always has on eye liner and her signature dark lipstick, little touches that let her feel like herself.

♡What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"? And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them {such as an "Oh they're gonna be there so I have to look my best." Or an "It's our anniversary".}

For date nights, she likes to show off in dresses that are either short and backless or long with a plunging neckline, paired with a pair of lethal looking heels. Her hair is worn down with lots of volume, and her makeup consists of smokey eyes and a wine red lip.

For formal occasions, like state dinners or medal ceremonies, she's in her alliance dress blues; consisting of a jacket and knee length skirt,opting for sensible heels and sheer stockings. Her hair is twisted back into a low bun and her makeup is natural and light.

♡What do they smell like? {For example: they smell like cinnamon flavored liquor, cigarettes, leather, and motor oil.}

Cassia smells, according to Garrus, like gun smoke and the vanilla lotion she likes to wear. People without a heightened sense of smell would describe her scent as confectionery, picking up on her love of gourmand scents over floral and citrus.

♡How do they walk? Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc.

Her usual walk is very much the beloved "Murder Walk." When she moves, people tend to part like the red sea. Still, she isn't above throwing in a sensual hip sway...for the right audience.

♡Are they more of an early bird or a night owl?

As someone plagued with nightmares, even before the Reaper War, Cass has always been a night owl. On the Normandy, she can be found wandering the ship at odd hours, despite Chawkwas constantly lecturing her about her sleep schedule.

♡If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use?

Stubborn.

The girl just never knows when to call it quits.

♡What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character?

Nothing in particular, other than the world famous "I should go." (Which she say in a far cooler way than that half baked clone.) Other than that, she curses like a sailor.

♡Favorite Season

Fall.

♡Favorite type of weather {Thunderstorms, sunny, etc}

When the weather is cool and crisp, with just the right amount of sunlight.

♡Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who?

During the hunt for Saren she found herself drawn to her Lt. Kaiden Alenko, who she had bonded with while serving under Anderson together. Before long, their relationship turned flirtatious but didn't move forward until after Virmire, where a mixture of greif, anger and underlying sexual tension drove them into each other's arms. From then on, they were practically inseparable and would have probably stayed together if not for Cassia's death.

After she was resurrected by Cerberus, she tried to track him down but wasn't able to until Horizon. Which, of course went to shit. His distrust and unwillingness to even hear her out was devastating, but the email he sent after was the final nail in the coffin of their relationship.

Garrus, who had been carrying a flame for her since the end of ME1 and easily ranked among her best friends, was there to pick up the peices.

She leaned on him throughout ME2, he was her anchor, but always allowed him to do the same. They had each other's backs, no matter what, and worked like a well oiled machine. Eventually she started to feel something shift.

A while after helping him take out Sidonis, they have the "reach and flexibility" conversation where she decides to just go for it and see if he's interested. Once it's confirmed that he is, the two of them agree to wait until the end of they're mission to actually sleep together. For the sake of normality on the ship.

That lasts all of two weeks.

Things boil over while the crew is taking some shore leave while the Normandy gets resupplied and the two of them go get a drink. The combination of alchohol, sexual tension and shameless flirting lead to them making for the nearest hotel.

Afterwards, they're pretty much normal but are annoyingly affectionate.

They pick up right where they left off once she drops down on Menae, but it isn't made "official" until later, after she almost dies hunting down Leviathan.

They are ridiculously in love with each other, but unfortunately it ends tragically after Cass dies destroying the Reapers. (Unless we're talking about the AU universe where she lives and they end up adopting three kids.)

♡Main Ship/Pairings

Cassia/Garrus- Otp:meet me at the bar

♡Side Pairings

Cassia/Kaidan

♡Favorite/Self-indulgent Pairings

Shakarian will always be canon for Cass, but I do think she and Tali would be cute if she were a femshep romance.

♡How do they show affection to their loved one?

Banter and mutual roasting. She's big on physical touch, both as a prelude to sex and just as a way to ground the other.

♡How do they sit in a chair?

Slightly slouched, legs crossed.

♡How do they sit in a chair {uncomfortable version}

Straight as a rod, arms crossed across her chest.

♡What do they wear to bed?

Either an oversized to shirt or a tank top and shorts

♡How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backwards, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc}

Cassia is a side sleeper, usually curled into a fetal position. With Garrus, she sleeps either facing him with her head tucked under his chin or is jet packing.

♡How do they sleep in a place they don't know? {Can't due to anxiety, in small bursts of sleep that are short lived, holding themselves, etc}

She sleeps very lightly, stirring at any sound. Ever since Akuze, she doesn't truly get a good night's sleep unless she is on her ship or some type of civilization. Camping out in the open, away from any settlement is a no go.

♡Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc}

No, she prefers complete silence barring the normal sounds of wherever she happens to be.

♡What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset?

If she's upset, she'll just lock herself in her cabin and refuse to come out until either coaxed by one of her friends or getting hungry.

♡What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc}

When she's nervous, she has a habit of chewing on her lip and absentmindedly rubbing her arm.

♡What is their "tell" for lying?

Cass is actually a great liar, with an amazing poker face. No one but those closest to her ever notice the way her eyes widen just a bit in faux innocence.

♡What is their favorite color?

Red

♡Favorite flower/plant

Venus flytraps

♡Favorite sweet of choice

Funnel cake! They remind her of the few times she'd gone to the beach as a kid.

♡Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them

Her hamster, Cheeks. And the ghosts of all her dead fish.

♡What are their triggers {If they have any}? If so, what calms them down?

Cassia's childhood was marked by her mother's various addictions and due to that, she has very little patience for anyone selling hard drugs like Red Sand. She understands small time dealers, just trying to eat, but the suppliers are fair game.

That aside, whenever someone brings up Akuze, she can feel her heart rate skyrocket and her palms go clammy. Depending on the day, she can either grin and bare it or tear them a new one.

Despite the situation, she usually needs to breathe through any oncoming panic and list things she sees to keep her grounded.

♡If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why?

It might sound silly from someone who has flown all over the galaxy, but Cass has always wanted to see Paris.

♡What is their favorite comfort meal?

Baked mac and cheese with pot roast.

♡Do they have a food they hate?

Not really, she's down to eat pretty much anything. However, she isn't a huge fan of cooked carrots.

♡What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink?

Energy drinks. It's borderline unhealthy how many she can throw back when she's deep into reports.

♡What are their plans for the future {if they have any}?

Deep down, she knows that planning for the future is hopefull boarding on stupid but she sometimes let's herself dream about a possible outcome where she and Garrus survive the war. They get a house somewhere warm, adopt some kids and live the rest of their lives in safe, boring comfort.

♡What's a song that "fits" them?

♡Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them

🌌 Cassia is named after the constellation Cassiopeia

🌌 Cass loves trashy romance novels, especially Regency bodice rippers.

🌌 After her ressurection, she couldn't go near the windows on the ship without having a panic attack. Joker is the one who helped her get them under control. She still feels uneasy looking out into space for a few weeks, but eventually recovers her love for the stars.

🌌 Cassia is actually a really good cook, since she had to learn young if she wanted to eat while her mom was passed out on the couch.

🌌 If she considers Anderson a father figure, then Chawkwas is the mom she never had. And yes, she has accidentally slipped up and called her mom before.

♡Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.}

Cassia was born on April 11th,2155 in New York City. Her mother worked as a waitress to keep them fed and housed, with help from what little government assistance they could get. Another thing eating through their money was her mother's pill addiction, keeping them both in poverty and in the company of extremely shady people.

Despite her mother's attempts to sheild her, she became very aware of the situation as she got older and began to spend as much time as possible out of the house, despite her mom's protests.

One day she was nearly mugged after wandering into gang territory, but attacked the boy holding her at knife point and beat him until being pulled off by one of his fellow gang members: a girl named Morgan. She chewed him out and introduced herself,kicking off what would be a beautiful friendship.

2 years later, in 2171, her mother would die of an overdose and Cassia would be placed in a group home where she would stay for the next two years.

At least officially.

In truth, she would rarely stay there;running off for days and engaging in petty crimes with The Reds. At night, she and Morgan would climb up on rooftops and talk about finding better lives among the stars, eventually agreeing to enlist with the Systems Alliance when Cassia turned 18.

Sadly, Morgan would die before this could become reality, killed by a stray bullet at a house party. After her death, Cassia would do what it took to get off- planet.

10 days after turning 18, she would enlist with the Alliance Navy. After bootcamp, her superiors would reccomend her for the N program. The training was brutal, bordering on cruel and unusual, but she was intent on making it through. In her mind, making N7 was the key to the life that she'd always wanted. Graduation was the proudest moment of her life.

There was little time to breathe, however, when Batarians along with pirates and slavers of other races launched an attack on the colony of Elysium in 2176. In between her training, she had seen a little action but nothing like what she saw during the blitz, fighting alongside her squad as part of the ground reinforcements and helping to turn the tide.

The following year was mostly peaceful, filled with standard patrols and a lot of time on the ship, so when she and 49 others were sent to the colony of Akuze to investigate a loss of contact with the main settlement, they expected nothing more than a downed comm tower.

Instead, they found the settlement completely abandoned and night falling. Opting to continue their mission at first light.

Then the thresher maw attacked.

In the pitch black, every marine in her platoon were dragged to their deaths;screams and gunfire filling the air. Cassia managed to survive, making a desperate run for the landing zone while frantically calling for evac as her fellow marines were picked off one by one. She would be the sole survivor.

After Akuze, she would take a year of leave, particularly by her own choice and partially mandated by Alliance brass.

Upon her return, she would be assigned to the SSV Normandy under the command of Captain David Anderson. In Captain Anderson, she would find a mentor and father figure, and for the first time in a long time she was optimistic about the future.

Thay was, until the Normandy's first mission to the colony of Eden Prime. It was a routine mission.

Until it wasn't.

♡Free Space! Give me any sort of extra information about them you'd like to share

🌌 Cass has a penchant for music from the 1980s, which she inflicts on the crew constantly.

🌌 She lost that little shooting match against Garrus fair and square, she can be really impatient and miss shots because of it.

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