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norafaye · 1 year ago

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oscar piastri x gn!reader

summary ─┈ · · · with an incredible but tough race, you wanted to help oscar unwind and show him how proud you were of how far he’s gotten in his rookie season.

contains ─┈ · · · 18+, explicit, fluff(?) : soft!oscar, shy!reader, oral male receiving, cock worshipping lol, all done in the shower :0, use of petnames (e.g. baby, love) wc : 3.5k

a/n ─┈ · · · qatar 2023 oscar you will always be famous!! i cant believe these photos exist, it changed lives (mine). it took me ages to finish this, the season is literally over so he’s no longer a rookie, but will always be my pookie 😔.

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The weekend was tough. With Qatar being an extremely hot country, this specific grand prix was more physically demanding than any other. It really was an understatement with how humid it was, given the fact that the nation was in the Middle East—whose terrain comprises on an arid desert.

Most of the racers fell ill after because of this environment, it was strenuous and fatiguing—also considering the extra protective layers they wore under their suits for safety measures only added on to the heat.

You couldn't wrap your head around how these athletes made ends meet with the situation, continuing on with the race until they nearly pass out, some even voicing how it might’ve been the most difficult one in their career. This impressed you more than anything, even you as a spectator—watching the track on the sidelines, had sweat beading at your skin, clothes sticking to your body in a loathsome way, and all you were doing is just sitting there watching—unable to fathom what they were up against.

Nevertheless, under all of these conditions and circumstances, your boyfriend Oscar manages to gain his second ever podium in his Formula 1 career, finishing P2 at that. In addition to the day prior, he was able to accomplish winning the sprint race, snagging himself a nice heavy plaque to carry along while traveling—putting on a little more weight to his suitcase.

With him being able to achieve more than most on the grid in his rookie season, everyone was left astounded, you included. He never ceases to amaze you with how calm and collected he was—being true to his nature and staying resilient throughout the difficult weekend, all apparent with the fight he had put up within the three days. It was praiseworthy and you couldn’t be more proud of what he’s made himself out to be.

You can never get tired of his post-race glow. He looked so good the second he was out of his car, mouthing to you how hot it was once his face was revealed from his helmet. You almost felt bad for the poor guy but your knees nearly buck at the sight of his rounded cheeks flushed with a light pink tint, hair disheveled, and the sweat glistening on his pale skin was rather distracting for you.

Furthermore, he was slightly out of breath, evidently burning up so he decides to dump a cold bottle of water down the nape of his neck in hopes to cool down, and you swear your brain short-circuited. Something about that action ignited a fire within you that you choose to try to ignore.

There was just something about your boyfriend that you couldn't resist. He was so handsome and kind, consistently showering you with so much love and patience. You were incredibly blessed to have him. Even with him doing nothing but just standing there on the podium, he had your heart racing.

Everyone else watching for the duration of his journey can tell that his progress was slowly increasing significantly along with his emotions. So it was rather refreshing for them to witness him so gleeful, showing expressions and reactions he usually rarely displays to the public.

He stood so confidently and upright, gazing down at you with a wide toothy grin. Because of how much of a considerate speaker he was during media and race days—with his grounded and quiet personality he never seemed to lash out or strayed away from his maturity, remaining humble no matter the situation. Today was just an exception though, he felt happy and fulfilled with the results, so embracing it was the best thing to do right now. However luckily for you, you're able to see that cheery side of him constantly behind closed doors.

When the ceremony goes on to play, your pupils dilate automatically like they do when it's dark outside to try to adjust and let more light in, but now it's because it's the light of your favorite person.

Since the outcome was a double podium for McLaren, everyone was overjoyed with the aftermath, loud cheers and big hugs were shared amongst the team. You'll never get tired of being part of times like this, they were genuinely so heartfelt and sentimental that you hope you can experience many more like this in the future.

Oscar was so content and lost in the moment, you couldn’t withstand not taking any photos—snapping a few pictures to cherish and gawk at later only seemed like the exact thing to do. Your eyes sparkle with joy and admiration whilst you continue to stare at the drivers spraying champagne on one another. He's laughing, smiling so wide that the apple of his cheeks were so supple and plump—all too contagious that you couldn't bite back your own lips from curling upright—feeling so fortunate to be witnessing it all.

The bubbly white drink sprays and dribbles everywhere, you focus on the way it drips down Oscar's skin and soaks his race suit. He looked absolutely captivating with the fabric clinging onto his frame, broad shoulders becoming more prominent causing a sudden warm rush of need to fill your body, only adding more fuel to the flames in your tummy that you so desperately tried to push away earlier. The cogs in your brain turn slowly, erotic thoughts plaguing your foggy mind that you must act on right away or you’ll go crazy.

Once everyone was back at the garage you were the first one to immediately engulf him into a tight hug. Your peers surrounding you felt the pure fondness shared between the two of you, unable to hide their smiles from the affection being flaunted.

"I'm all wet and gross," he speaks, but not denying your embrace.

"I don't care, congratulations on getting on the podium...again." you’re giggling, pulling away to get a good look at his pretty face before giving him a soft peck on his lips. Only to quickly shy away and hide your face in the crook of his neck as you aren't one for pda.

Noticing your embarrassment he chuckles—breath tickling your neck, all the while rubbing your back to coax you, "Thank you, my love."

The edges of his eyes start to soften, even getting a little teary which appears like he can't control before closing them and resting his chin on top of your shoulder. He squeezes you a little more firmly against him to seek comfort that only you can provide for him after a tiring and grueling day.

His heart clenches in an uncomfortable way that he was incompetent of understanding. Maybe it’s because of the race that has his emotions all over the place, or maybe it’s the exhaustion taking over his body, but seeing as you were right by him supporting his every move like you always have, he feels everything all at once.

He was grateful to have someone like you, so selfless and sweet. Whatever the occurrence or situation, you were ceaselessly ready to drop everything at hand to help or support with anything in need for him. Oscar loves you too much—not only for what you are, but for what he was when he was with you. He felt more like himself around you, never putting up a front whenever you were at arms reach, being genuine with each and every part of the relationship. You were his rock, you grounded him, and he wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

“I love you.” you whisper oh so quietly that no one else can hear but he was able to pick up that sweet voice of yours easily.

“I love you more.”

Throughout the rest of the night you latched onto his side like a leech which doesn't go unnoticed by him, only chucking it up to you just being delighted with the results of the race. Though normally, you were never one to display clinginess, so when you didn’t seem to waver away from him and when your soft touches became more bold until you got back to the hotel—it came as a slight surprise. Especially when you rid of his clothes to pull him into an ice cold shower with you, intending to wash away that pent up stress and sweat he carried with him all day.

Hardly ever being the one to initiate things like this—you always backed out sheepishly, citing that you were embarrassed or self-conscious to venture further yourself before eventually having him take over the lead. At all times he respected your wishes and boundaries, only doing what you wanted. Not once did he press you additionally to do something you were uncomfortable with and anytime you both decide to get intimate with each other he makes it a point to always go slow. Taking his time on breaking you down until you couldn’t think clearly anymore was always rewarding for him in the end.

This was still fresh to him, it wasn't very often where he found himself under the inexperienced touch of his shy partner—the very same person who got flustered whenever accidentally walking in on him changing. So it didn’t come as a shock to see him hardening right before your eyes from the contact of your skin on his.

You aren’t naive, albeit bashful, yet you knew exactly what effect you had on him. But because of the confidence that exudes from him, the way he seemed to never give a fuck and not taking shit from anyone—it naturally made you feel a little intimated. Though it was never in a bad way—entirely the opposite actually. He was a hunk of a man, a head taller than you, and it didn’t hurt that he was painstakingly attractive. It was weirdly endearing, how you immediately go blank at the sight of him, the butterflies in your stomach never calming down at moments like these.

His back faces the shower head while you stood in front of him, rinsing his hair and body—cleaning off the sticky champagne and musk. The only sounds your ears can make out are the pitter patter from the cold water hitting his muscles and your feeble heart pounding erratically as your palms massage his tense shoulders.

Oscar already feels himself relaxing in your touch, melting at how the tip of your fingers begin to roam all across the rough skin of his torso, but there’s a slight hesitation to it. Your hands begin to tremble, you’d like to think it was because of the icy precipitation of the water instead of your nerves. His eyes bore into yours with concern, feeling your eagerness switch into anxiousness in an instant. One of his own strong hands reaches over to place it at your hip, thumb rubbing soothing circles on your now goose-bumped skin.

"You alright love?”

You don't answer him, opting to find the tiles of the shower behind his head more interesting, heat rising to your cheeks at once. He jerks your chin with his fingers from his other hand to have you look at him, and yet you focus anywhere but him as he searches for your eyes, “What is it baby? Do you wanna get out?”

Shaking your head in disagreement almost immediately, your irises finally reaching him with scrunched brows, clearly contemplating a thought. He can tell there was something hiding behind those eyes, he was able to read you well like the back of his hand. There was a sense of longing lingering along with uncertainty and doubt. He picked that up whenever you were aroused and desperately wanted to do something but too timid to continue and pursue on it.

Oscar wasn't trying to take advantage of your vulnerability, he would never do that. The patience of your boyfriend was admirable and you thank him relentlessly for it. All you really needed at times was a small little push so he presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss to try and encourage you to say something, anything—this benefited your worries to slowly wash away, seeping down the drain as you attempt to build up some confidence.

“Just...really happy right now." you mumbled quietly after a long pause, unable to keep yourself from shifting even closer to him.

"Yeah?" there’s a sigh of relief coming from him, another pause fills the room as he listens to you. Tuning out the sound of the shower—all white noise in the background currently as his fingers that held your chin now caresses your jaw in hopes to urge you more.

“Mhmmm,” your eyes avert to your hands resting at his chest, fidgeting with your fingernails while choosing your next words carefully, “You were real cool out there y’know? You did amazing, I can tell how capable you are of the things you do, makes me really proud.”

He smiles at your little confession, snaking his arm around you so the front half of your bodies are now pressing against each other, warming up one another, the previous efforts of trying to cool down from the insanely hot day were now pointless.

“Can I show you how much?"

Oscars eyebrows raise in surprise at the proposition, "Hm? How will you show me?”

He thinks of how beautiful his little lover looked, flustered under his gaze because of how unsure on what the next moves should be. God, how touched his heart was. You were absolutely perfect to him, so considerate and devoting.

"Wanna take care of you, make you feel good. Please?"

You felt his cock twitch from your words, and with your faces just merely inches apart, the air starts to become thicker around you by the second, getting harder to breathe. He swears he’ll never take this moment for granted, your shell finally cracking away little by little for him. Oscar yearned for this, a pleased smile plastered on his face to showcase how proud he was of you just as much as you were of him.

"Do whatever you want with me, 'm all yours love."

You took a moment there, feeling bashful from him peering down at you. Pulling away from him, just enough to reach in between your heated bodies, you take notice of his stiffened cock leaking pre-cum from it’s flushed red tip.

“Can I touch it?”

"Y-yeah, 'course baby,” he agrees but he isn’t prepared for the feeling of your soft hand encompassing the girth of his cock.

"'S so big...'n pretty." you whisper more to yourself at the observation, this wasn’t the first time you’ve been face to face with each others intimate parts, hell you’ve had sex numerous times but it was still a staggering sight no less.

He never thought he was particularly gifted in terms of size, but when he saw how big he looked in your hand, it was almost too much for him. Your fingers didn't even touch around the thickness. He's sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth when you give him a single, slow stroke. This causes him to throw his head back, water now running down his face. His breathing begins to slowly pick up as he relaxed, letting his eyes flutter closed.

The pre-cum oozing out of the head easily drips down his length, aiding in lubricating himself up.

Your movements are a bit clumsy as you didn’t do this very often for him but you really think you should because he looked so enticing, aroused by something as simple as a handjob. You, his sweet, little lover who used to shield away from kisses at the beginning of your relationshinp had his cock wrapped around your hand and he was simply going mental from it all.

His eyes goes back to lock onto the way you stroked him. The fat sensitive head peeked out from under your fist every time you moved your palm upwards before you slowly went down, gently tugging the skin with your movements.

“That feels really good,” he lets out a low curse, hissing at the pleasure.

You seem to mull over his words but this wasn’t nearly enough for you, you don’t think you’d be satiated from him coming just from your hands, so you bend down until your knees come into contact with the hard tiled floor. When he looks down to follow your body, it feels like all the air gets punched out of his lungs. Your pretty face just mere centimeters away from his aching length, pupils blown wide with water dripping down your supple skin. He seemed to get a real kick out of the sight because he’s pulsating in the palm of your hand.

Your thumb came up to rest against the tip, lightly padding over the drooling slit. Rubbing the sensitive head while your other hand reaches over to pump him—picking up the pace, your eyes flickered between his fucked out face and glistening cock. He was warm in contrast to the chilly air around you, stiff in your grip, the thick vein on the underside throbbing in time to his heartbeat. His strong meaty thighs twitched with every movement and his short breaths begins to turn into pants.

"S-Spit on it, baby." he suddenly moaned.

Not letting another second pass after his request you leaned over, lips puckered before spitting down directly on his tip. Drooling to have a taste, the muscle in your mouth peeks out to wet your lips before having it ghost over his shaft. The first soft drag of your tongue up the bottom of his cock makes him jump. He isn't ready for the way your lips softly nip the skin, peppering kisses along the sensitive skin.

“Fucking hell,” the tip of your tongue grazes the slit to force more pre-cum out, and you’re smiling to yourself, making his entire body jolt, “You’re killing me.”

You even stop to pay his heavy balls some attention, remaining gentle as you know how sensitive they are. He isn't the biggest fan of when you play with his balls but he does nothing to stop you as you slide your wet tongue along the seam, dragging it all the way up his length before dropping a wet, noisy kiss back on the leaking head.

“You taste good.” you whisper, flicking your tongue up and down the slit again, the sensation has his body buzzing from the stimulation.

He reaches forward to cup your jaw, gently urging you to open your mouth with his tip making you shiver. He lets out a stuttering sigh as you take the head into your mouth, eyes fluttering at the full flavor of him on your tongue.

"S-Shit." he panted, wrapping a hand in your hair to tug you closer, "Just like that.”

Hollowing out your cheeks you start to drag your mouth down his cock, forcing half of him until the tip brushes the back of your throat, your hand takes up the rest of the space that your mouth can’t reach. Squeezing and stroking him as you start to suck on him.

He clamps his eyes shut as you work, showing his cock all your affection and he has no choice but to take it. His body trembles, muscles clenching every time you tease over a particularly sensitive spot, his moans getting more and more shameless and louder with every passing moment.

Oscar was blissed out, flushed and heaving looking as handsome as ever much like after the race today, your heart thrums loudly against your ribcage from the view and excitement.

With your head bobbing up and down, loud slurps fills his ears as your spit gathers increasingly to aid you into going faster. He starts to involuntarily rut his hips in tune with your strokes, dangerously close to his peak already.

When he opened his eyes again, he knew he was doomed. You're teary eyed, drool seeping down your chin and neck. You looked a complete mess though breathtakingly alluring—shifting on your knees, and rubbing yourself with your free hand. The sight makes him moan, grip in your hair tightening before his body goes taut.

"Fuck 'm gonna come." he warns through gritted teeth.

You bravely took all of him in your mouth upon his statement, gagging around his length that sends vibrations throughout his spine. When you come back up, you take him out to breathe only to flinch as he suddenly came, the first splatter of cum hits your face catching your cheeks and hair whilst he mutters out mindless apologies.

Your boyfriend twitches and groans when you return to continue to suck on his pulsating cock, working him through his high and gulping down the rest of the cum that slowly spurts into your mouth. He becomes lightheaded while coming down, placing a hand on the slippery wall beside him in order to brace himself.

When you finish cleaning him up he helps you back up onto your feet, immediately going to wipe off the pearly beads of cum on your face with the assistance of water.

“Was it good?” you grin cheekily clearly content of your work, “Did I do good?”

“Are you kidding?” he laughs while pulling you in for a heated kiss, bits of cum still lingered on your lips and he eagerly swallowed it down, not missing the whimper you let go into his mouth, “Was fucking perfect, thank you.”

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bagopucks · 2 years ago

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J. Hughes - Record Breaker

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Jack Hughes x Reader

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Word count: 3.3k

Warning(s): none!

I know this is SO late, but my only excuse was not wanting to proof read it. It’s so tedious lol

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“It’s coming tonight. I can feel it.”

“Yeah well.. it might not.”

I adjusted my top and reached for my camera. The boys had already been dressed and ready for the game, waiting on me. Jack was nervous. So much so that his ritual of a pregame nap almost didn’t happen. He tried to lay down with me at one point, but his mind wouldn’t settle. Eventually I talked him down, but the second Jack was up and talking to Luke, all of my hard work had been undone.

I understood the youngest Hughes brother was only being supportive, but I wished he wouldn’t bring it up as much. The regular season point record.

I slipped out of the bedroom I shared with Jack, walking down the hall to see my boys sat on the couch. Luke’s face was in his phone while Jack was busy bouncing his knees and twiddling his thumbs.

“Are we ready?” I called to the boys, earning their attention simultaneously.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” Luke smiled at me as he stood up. I examined both brothers’ outfits. Luke’s looked slightly nicer than Jack’s, but Jack’s had a personal touch to it that helped him stand out.

“Come on, Jack-O.” I held my hand out to him, and he was slow to stand and make his way over. Jack grabbed my hand and pursed his lips.

“Even if you don’t do it, I’m still so incredibly proud of you.” I spoke softly while Luke walked past us and to the door.

“I know,” his words escaped as soft whispers.

“I know you want this Jack. Just be patient and I’m sure it’ll come to you.”

Patience was something I had not known the Hughes brothers to have. Quinn was the only one who even had a sliver of patience, but Jack? Not so much. He wasn’t demanding, but he could get very antsy and nervous when he waited too long for something. Especially when he put in so much work and effort, and he might not even get what he worked so hard to achieve.

The drive to the stadium was quiet. Luke occasionally filled the silence talking to me, but Jack was still stuck in his own head. When we got out of the car, I gave Jack a quick kiss and told him to share his moment walking in with Luke. He looked uncertain, but I promised I’d meet him inside after people finished taking their photos of him and his brother. I had things to do in my office anyway before I started my own ice-side photography. Jack and I parted ways, and I had only gotten into the threshold of the building when my phone began to ring. I was quick to check and see who was calling. I smiled upon the contact photo.

“Hey, Hischier! What’s up?”

“I know this is.. very last minute. But we were all thinking about having a little party for Jack? If he breaks the record tonight?”

“I think it’s a great idea. What did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know.. do you guys have enough space in your apartment for all of us?”

“If we move some furniture. What kind of party were you thinking.”

“Just some drinks and games and stuff.”

Nico was always so descriptive.

“What about a cake?”

“I wouldn’t mind a cake.”

“For Jack, Nico.” I clarified with a chuckle. I set my camera bag down on my computer chair and woke up my computer by wiggling the mouse.

“Oh! Obviously.”

“You drive Jack and Luke home tonight, and I’ll go pick up a sheet cake and some red icing to put his name on it.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

I always thanked Jack’s lucky stars that he had such a supportive and loving captain. I couldn’t imagine having to deal with anybody other than Nico.

“I’ll talk to ya later, Cap.”

“You too!” The line went dead before I could even pull my phone from my ear. I chuckled softly and shook my head.

The next half an hour had been spent looking through emails before I slipped out of my office and made my way down to the ice in a fenced off area. I got my things situated, and settled in for the long night ahead.

I wasn’t a hockey fan before I met Jack. Through Jack, it became my favorite sport. The atmosphere was electric, I loved the fans and the whole dynamic of the teams. I especially loved the excitement and aggression. After we dated for a year, Jack convinced me to submit a portfolio to the team, and my job application to become a photographer. I made him promise not to tell any of the staff that we had any relationship, since we had still been a pretty private couple. I wanted to be hired without any help or push from him. I wanted it to be authentic if I was hired.

I had been ecstatic the day I got the call, and every day since then had been a dream come true.

“It’s coming tonight! Can’t you feel it?” I looked up from my phone to see one of the other photographers, Hannah.

“What’s coming?” I raised a brow, but smiled nonetheless. Her presence always brought me joy.

“Jack beating the record.”

“Oh! Oh I’m sure it’ll happen. He’s a little nervous, but I keep reminding him if it’s not this game it’ll probably be the next.”

“It’ll be a big night for the Hughes family.”

“I have no doubt.”

There was a blur of joy and static electricity with each goal.

Jesper Boqvist

Jonas Siegenthaler

Miles Wood

Tomas Tatar

Tomas Tatar again.

I waited with bated breath. My lip pulled between my clenched teeth.

Nobody knows how fast hockey truly is until they’re up against the glass. Nobody knows how slow motion it feels when you’re waiting as impatiently as your lover for the record breaking goal.

The puck was passed, my eyes almost losing it until I saw it just barely hit Jack’s stick. I knew it was going in. I knew it was going to hit the back of the net, and yet I still hesitated to shout when I lost the puck after he shot it. I only acted off impulse when the rest of the crowd jumped to their feet and cheered. It was so much more than cheering. It was celebrating.

“Holy shit! Holy shit he did it!” I screamed, jumping up and down. Jack swiftly passed by, but he spared a moment to look at me. A moment where time felt like it slowed. I’d heard this crowd during its loudest and quietest nights. This had to be ranked in the top five noisiest games.

I watched pridefully as Jack fell into a huddle of celebrating players, his lips parted in a cheek aching smile. Everybody patted his helmet and his back. I looked toward the bench to see others leaning over the wall, eager for their high fives and fist bumps.

The rest of the game was a blur. We had won it well before it was over, but that didn’t stop the boys from celebrating anyways. I knew their time in the locker room would most likely double because of the two Hughes boys both having their own accomplishments to celebrate. So the second I knew I was free to go, I sent Luke a text and slipped out of the building to Jack’s car.

I may or may not have sped to the grocery store, but when I got there, I was even quicker to pick out a sheet cake that, to my luck, was decorated in Devils colors. I asked the woman in the bakery how many it would serve. The amount she gave was more than enough for the team. When I asked her to put a personal message on it, she gave another swift nod and helped me out.

Only when I informed her who it was for, did she give me a big smile.

“Tell that kiddo I said congratulations. That’s some big stuff, breaking the franchise record.” She waved a hand excitedly at me as I paid and left.

When I got home, Nico was blowing my phone to smithereens, I had to tell him to be patient while I tried balancing the cake on one hand and kicking the door shut with my foot. He said he had the guys all informed of Jack’s address, and that he had Jack bouncing off the walls in his apartment. I hid the cake in the fridge and let Nico know he could send Jack down.

I kicked my shoes off by the door when I came back into the living area. It was mere seconds until I heard the door lock jingle and the whole thing was thrown open. It scared me more than I’d like to admit.

“I did it!” Jack practically shouted with a huge smile. I held my arms out, and he scooped me up into a hug.

“I’m so, so proud of you, hun.” I praised as my hands held his cheeks.

No words could express my love and adoration for him. And no words could express his excitement and sense of pride. We were both speechless and still fighting for words.

“I love you so much.” I pressed a kiss to Jack’s cheek. He swiftly returned the gesture to my lips.

“Nico thinks we’re gonna go out.” Jack finally released me as he whisked away down the hall to our room.

“Oh does he?” I called with a knowing smirk.

“Yeah. I’m a little tired, but I think it’ll be fine. I’m still excited.” I folded my arms across my chest as he spoke. I heard thudding and rustling, then eventually Jack returned in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

“You can come out too if you want.” He offered, though he knew I wasn’t one to go out drinking with his team.

“I think I’ll have to pass.” I reached for Jack’s hands and turned us around, so my back was to the hall and his back was to the front door. He raised a brow at me.

“Just for tonight?”

“I’ll be here to celebrate with you when you come home.” I lied, though I knew my words were only a means to an end.

“But everybody’s gonna be there?” Jack pressed on.

“Honey,” I trailed my hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders. “You’ll be fine.”

Jack popped his bottom lip out as a last resort.

“I’ll be waiting for you when you get home. In the prettiest outfit imaginable. And we can celebrate, any way you want.” My voice dipped into a sultry tone. For a moment I thought I had convinced Jack to skip out on the whole ‘outing’. Until I heard knocking on the door.

“I got it.” I slipped past Jack and quickly made my way to the door. When I opened it, I was greeted by a smiley Timo. “Jack! Can you go grab me my pink sweatshirt!” I called, glancing back to see Jack nod and swiftly walk down the hall. I hoped it would be a good enough excuse to keep him busy, seeing as I didn’t have a pink sweatshirt.

“Come on,” I quickly waved Timo inside, about to shut the door when I heard my name shouted in a whisper by Jesper unnecessarily running down the hall. I watched Nicole trail behind him with a bottle of wine in her hand and a sorry smile on her lips.

“Can you tell he’s excited?” Nicole asked sarcastically. It brought a bright smile to my lips and likewise a giggle.

“Jack still thinks he’s going out.” I stepped out into the hall as Jesper went into the apartment. Nicole eventually met me in front of the door, offering a swift hug before we stood and awaited the arrival of the others.

“Babe?” I heard Jack call.

“Keep looking!” I peeked back into the apartment, Jack still nowhere to be seen. I assumed he hadn’t left the bedroom.

“I hear people.” Jack peeked his head out of our room, looking down the hall which was a straight shot to the wide open door.

“Nicole?” Jack sounded offended, no doubt already making up some assumption in his head. “Is that what’s going on? You girls are all gathering at my place?” He immediately came down the hall, only to be ambushed by hugs from Jesper and Timo. The yell he let out was certainly one for the books.

Soon others began to show up. All variations of alcohol was laid out on the kitchen counter, and Vitek came in clutch with white solo cups. I did not ask why. Goalies were weird. Jack had people talking to him left and right, mostly guys from the team. All of them were telling their tale of Jack’s record breaking moment. The way they saw it happen and how excited they were. I hadn’t had time to move furniture, but thankfully the boys did when they needed to, to make more space.

Drinks were poured, most of the girls residing in the kitchen while I floated back and forth to check up on the boys.

“You guys wanna see what I got?” I beamed as I slipped back into the kitchen. I stopped only momentarily to listen to the sound of Jack’s laugh. I could tell this was one of the happiest moments he’s had since moving to Jersey.

“What is it?” Kristen set down her wine glass and placed her hands on her hips.

I opened the fridge and slowly pulled the cake out. It probably needed to adopt a good temperature before being eaten, but I still wanted to show it off. I set the cake down on the counter, and I soon had a huddle of ladies over me.

“Oh I love it!” Reanne playfully slapped my shoulder. “Jack’s such a lucky kid. Can’t wait for you to have a ring on that left finger of yours.” Her words made me blush. Jack and I had never talked about marriage. We weren’t in a rush.

“Did you get candles?” Nicole piped up. She leaned against the counter with her own white cup in her hands. Some of the girls had glasses, others chose to use the disposable solo cups. They had the privilege of using normal glass because I trusted them.

“I didn’t even think about it. Shit.” I shook my head. “I should have.”

“He’ll love it all the same.” I glanced up at Nicole. “I know he will.”

He certainly did. The second I walked into the living room with the cake, twenty plus pairs of eyes lit up in excitement. Especially Jack’s. He was seated on the couch in between Jesper and Nico. His cheeks turned red, and I couldn’t help but cheer him on with the rest of the guys. I set the cake down on the coffee table after the team moved their cups. Nicole followed quick after with a spatula and a knife to cut the cake. I had Kristen on my other side with plates and a box full of plastic forks.

“This is awesome!” Jack looked up at me as he spoke.

I knew both of our faces would be hurting by the end of the night.

“The cake was Nico’s idea.” I was quick to redirect my lover’s attention to the Swiss man in our beanbag chair. Nico smiled at Jack and gave a nod.

“I didn’t think about the words though- she came up with the.. ya know? The icing words.” I could tell Nico was already buzzed by his struggle to recall the English language. I chuckled.

“We have to sing!”

And what do twenty five guys sing, half drunk and excited, looking for another way to celebrate? “He’s A Jolly Good Fellow.” And none of them had the vocal cords for those high notes.

The cake was cut, plates were distributed, and everybody eventually settled in the same room. I had found myself in Jack’s lap while he ate. I occasionally swiped a piece of icing on my finger, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“This is so much better than drinks.” Jack muttered, “I don’t know why we don’t do this more often.” I smiled down at him and ran a hand through his hair.

“Did anybody get a cake for Luke?” Jesper asked me rather loudly. Loud enough to catch the attention of others.

Luke looked up like a deer in headlights, I watched him from the floor, pleading me silently that I wouldn’t put him on the spot like I had with Jack.

“Luke doesn’t need a cake.” Jack waved his hand dismissively. “He got his solo lap.” A chorus of laughter followed the middle brother’s words.

I was proud of Jack, but I was also incredibly proud of Luke. Both boys had an incredible night, and I knew I’d have to keep them up for the inevitable moment Quinn wanted to call.

As the night wound down, a few of the girls helped me clean the mess. We straightened the furniture and threw trash away before the boys began to leave. Nico had been the last there, still standing in the doorway when I was washing the few used wine glasses.

“I’m real proud of you, Jack.” My heart melted as I listened in on their conversation.

“Thanks. That means a lot.”

“I can’t wait to watch future Devils play under your number one day.” I peeked out of the kitchen just in time to catch their hug. Jack saw Nico out before he gently shut the door. We both exhaled, though my sigh alerted him of my presence.

“You didn’t have to do all that.” Jack smiled at me as he held his arms out and made his way over. I stepped into his hold and pressed my hands into his back.

“You deserved it, Jack. You’ve worked so incredibly hard. The least you could have was a piece of cake and a few friends over.” I heard a thud from the bathroom. We both looked over in time to see Luke step out.

“Ew gross.”

I rolled my eyes at the youngest, Jack scoffed.

“Relax, dude. We just wanted some us time.” Jack spoke up.

“Whatever us time is for you guys, I don’t wanna hear it while I’m trying to sleep.” Luke stepped into his room across the hall and pushed his door shut. Jack and I snickered together. My head fell against his chest while his rested on too of mine.

“Now I’m thinkin’ about it.” Jack whispered, and I slowly lifted my head to look at him.

“About what?”

“You and me? In bed? Celebrating some more?”

I laughed and rolled my eyes at his antics, but I was already on board, grabbing his hand and slipping down the hall with him trailing behind.

“Just can’t be too loud, Jack. Poor Lukey might get upset.” Jack shut the door to our bedroom, laughing all the while.

“He’s always upset over something.” But at least he wasn’t upset over not having a cake.

Jack backed me toward the bed, my hands coming to clasp around the back of his neck. I leaned backwards as he leaned forward to capture my lips in a kiss.

Nothing made me happier than getting him all to myself after nights like these.

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#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #jack hughes #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes #luke hughes

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herejusttosufferalong · 4 months ago

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Hello, SEX anon again.

Fuck me, do we need another distraction? Like a really loud, sexually laced one? I feel like it's a good time, no? YUP. Bend over, let's do this. I'm gonna take this to some strange places, ok? It's what the situation demands, I'm afraid... some of us have turned to cannibalism, and the only meat I want to be chomping on is... so, yeah... like, if you need to get some holy water, rosary beads... uhm I'd suggest doing that now. Skedaddle. QUICK.

Firstly, I must explain my absence. Something needed to be done. I did it, I goddamn did it. I sat my partner down and I told him how the Queen got me thinking... pondering. Questioning. Too much fingerling potatoes and lips and ta-tas altering my mind chemistry. You feel me? You picking up what I'm putting down? No? Ok, cool, me too. Well. I didn't know how that would go down. Well. Let's just say some men really like that shit. Well. What day are we even at? Well. Who am I, even? Thank you, my Queen, you've opened me up like Pandora's box, my partner is forever grateful. And wherever you go, I will follow, and whatever you say, I will do, and whatever you are, I will be, and whatever... just. God you're pretty. And if you say Mr. Men is A-OKAY, I will believe you, with my very soul, because you see all and heal all and. God you're attractive. And if you say he's a good boy, and if you say he's good to women, and if you say... whatever you fkn say I will worship those words that come from thine mouth. Without question. Without pause. MY FKN QUEEN. And I can't stop looking at his thighs in jeans, for god sake, let that man be healed, because I will drop to my knees my Queen. THIC. BULGING. Delicate hands tracing up his... Glory be. Lie down? Bitch, tell me where. Too strong? Nah, just enough.

So yeah, that was that. I heard L&N watched fingerling potatoes episode with the whole cast. HAH. You see the photo? L&N in the middle, no one beside them, looking like teenagers caught kissing in dad's old station wagon. Fkn lol. Who comes up with this shit? Who thought, yeah so let's get your colleagues together and as a group watch you guys finger bang, kissing moans, loud fkn moans, needed to play Pit Bull so loud to drown out the sex moans? And there's everyone watching, mouths agape, thinking shit are we watching... are we intruding on? Oh, you didn't hear cut? Oh, you got a hickey? Oh, well... That happens... uhm... sometimes. No never to me personally, or anyone I know, or ever heard of in my life.. But, uhm. Cough. You guys are great, wow. FUCK. No wonder everyone was squirming when asked about it on the red carpet. Can you imagine? Mhmm, YUP. Zones out for a sec. I mean, gee wiz, next you'll be hearing they got Queen's wee Catholic mum to watch her daughter get cherry popped by Mr. Men amongst a rabid group of horny little devil stans. AHAHAHAHA... oh wait... Shonda, what's wrong with you?

Yo, was that good enough? You good? Let go of the tension? Frustration? Slutty smirk. I fkn love this universe.

💜🥃

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pedropascalsx · 11 months ago

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Christmas Lights. Dave York x f! reader!

Summary: Reader is suffering from anxiety and holiday stress, and Dave helps take her mind off of things.

Warnings: Smut. Established relationship. Oral (f! receiving), P in V sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Denial/Delay, Ass Slapping, Dave palms himself, Dirty Talk, One use of the word slut, Mentions of anxiety and stress.

Word Count: 1.9ish. Just below.

A/N: this wasn’t beta read and I just yeeted it out. It took me an hour to write so it’s not great lol. But I saw a photo which I’ll post at the bottom of the fic that inspired this.

Reader has no physical discriptors, but has hair long enough to be pulled into a ponytail.

You couldn’t sleep, your mind was in overdrive as the usual holiday panic started to set in, on top of the inescapable anxiety that had seen you overwhelmed for weeks.

Sneaking out of bed and down the stairs, you sighed at the boxes of Christmas decorations that had been stacked high a few days before.

The motivation to put them up had refused to enter your body, but as the clock ticked just after 3AM, you figured that starting now would at least pass the time, and one of your many jobs would be ticked off your seemingly never ending to-do list.

The tree finally stood in the corner of the room, flashing with the pre-attached lights but void of any ornaments. You sat quietly in front of the tree, untangling the web of flashing Christmas lights that would eventually sit on top of the fireplace.

It eventually became clear that you could no longer ignore the steady stream of tears that had started to flood your cheeks and drip onto the hardwood floor. The reflection of the flashing lights becoming fuzzier and fuzzier as your vision had continued to blur with every teardrop.

“Tell me what you need.” A voice demanded from behind you. You hadn’t heard him enter the room and a shiver ran down your spine as the raspy tone of his voice hit your ears.

You squeezed your eyes shut and wiped the fresh tears from your face and gently shook your head, all words refusing to fall from your lips.

He took a few steps until he was in front of you and dropped to his knees, gently taking your face in his hands. “Tell me what you need.” He repeated.

“I need you to make me forget.” You whispered quietly, your chin trembling in his hand.

Slowly he pulled you closer to him, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as he began to pull on your silk night dress, letting the straps fall off your shoulders and the slinky material slip down your body with ease.

“Dave,” you murmured against his lips, your hands settling on his chest as his hands grabbed greedily at your body.

“You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?” He asked, his lips still brushing against yours as he refused to pull away.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, I need you to trust me.”

“Always. With my life.”

Without another word he took the string of lights from your hand, a smirk forming across his face before a light kiss was pressed to your forehead.

“Stay still.” He ordered, before moving behind you. You took a deep inhale and focused on the flashing lights. You mumbled his name as he unhooked your bra and then let you pull it off and drop it on the floor. “Mhm. No panties. Good girl.”

You keened at his praise, allowing yourself to exhale a little as he gently pulled your hair back, tying it with the pretty ribbon that he had just removed from your wrist. “My good girl.”

“All yours.”

He picked up your left foot, beginning to slowly massage soft circles against your ankle before letting it fall onto his lap, your toes briefly rubbing against his erection. Still focusing on the tree, you ignored the noise from behind you, unaware what was about to come.

After what felt like an eternity, he gently picked up your foot again and started to wrap the Christmas lights around your ankle before putting it down and repeating the same on your other leg.

“Beautiful,” he growled from behind you. “Lay down.”

You did as he said, resting your weight on your elbows as he admired the sight in front of him. Both of your feet had been restrained to a different object, so that your legs were spread wide enough that he could see the way your arousal glistened against the flickering lights.

“You want to forget, huh? You want me to push every thought out of that pretty little head, my love?” He rambled from behind you, while palming at his painfully hard cock.

“Yes, please,” you begged in response. Needing to feel that wave of comfort that only crashes through you when he overwhelms and plays your body in a way that only he knows.

After a few minutes of gentle teasing, you heard him crawl towards you. His fingers wrapped against your hips as he brought you up on all fours. His hands slid down and settled on your thighs, he dipped his tongue out of his mouth and wet his lips as he admired the way you were dripping for him, smirking as you writhed around desperately seeking out his touch.

You almost screamed out when his tongue finally swiped through your folds, the warm heat of his mouth igniting something primal inside of you. You whined his name, waiting impatiently for him to repeat the action, and rolling your eyes as he chuckled from behind you.

“You know you should always be careful what you wish for, my love.” He growled, before burying his face against your folds. Dragging his tongue up and down and tasting every part of you. One of his hands left your thighs and he brought it to your quivering cunt, his thumb then beginning to draw perfect circles against your clit as he pressed his tongue deep inside of you. Feeling your walls contract against his tongue he groaned, circling your clit a little faster and pulling the first of many orgasms from you.

“You didn’t wake me up,” he said with a tut, after moving his face away from your core. “Snuck out of bed and left me all alone. That wasn’t very nice, baby.” He whispered. “I hate waking up and you not being there.”

The second his hand landed softly on the flesh of your ass, you knew what was coming. The shiver of anticipation that ran through your body made him chuckle, and within a few seconds he pulled his hand away and it came back down with a sharp slap. “Oooh, Dave.” You called out pathetically in response, and he laughed harder. Repeating the action again and then gently rubbing against your welting flesh.

“Again.” You begged, unable to pretend that you didn’t love the sting that briefly overwhelmed your senses.

“Slut!” He growled, before bringing his hand down again, this time hitting against your softest flesh.

In response your body immediately tried to pull away but the Christmas lights kept you in place, and he responded with a growl, before moving up and whispering in your ear. “Color?”

“Green.” You choked out, as your eyes burned with a different kind of tears, the ones that you didn’t mind blurring your vision.

“Good girl… because I’m just getting started, baby.”

You felt exhausted, every bone in your body ached as he slammed his hips against you. “Take it.” He grunted. “Fucking take it all.” You had lost count of the amount of times he had made you cum and the amount of times that he had built you up just to let it fall away. Loving the way you whimpered his name in response as he refused to let you fall over that delicious edge.

And now he had you exactly how he wanted you, taking his cock hard and fast. Groaning as your pussy contracted around him, praising you for still being ‘really fucking tight’ even after he had stretched you open.

With a slight shift of position, he chuckled and made sure that the angle he was thrusting inside of you would hit that delicious spot with every sharp snap of his hips.

“Dave,” you whimpered against the floor, now unable to keep yourself up on your elbows due to the lack of energy. Another orgasm threatening to flood through you and ravage your exhausted body.

“I know, baby,” he cooed, still snapping his hips and notching against that little bit of paradise. “You can take it, my love,” he grunted, as his knuckles gently rubbed up and down against your spine. “But you can give me one more.”

He had one arm wrapped around your waist, keeping your bottom half raised and he moved the other back down to grip on your hip, pulling you back down his throbbing cock as he mumbled his filth and fucked himself into you.

It hit you like a truck. It ravished through your body, as fireworks began to explode behind your eyes. Every thought was of pleasure or of him. Every single one of your senses, consumed by him.

Taste. The taste of his fingers that he had pushed into your mouth multiple times lingered on your tongue. His skin: salty and mixed with a little bit of your sweetness.

Touch. You could feel his hands everywhere. The marks that he had littered your body with still tingling and stinging.

Smell. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air, mixed with the intoxicating scent that always emanated from him. It flooded your nose and it made you feel completely safe.

Sound. Each groan, each filthy moan and hissed piece of praise replayed in your head over and over. The rasp of his voice made your clit pulsate and your pussy bottom out.

Sight. He was behind you, taking you from behind, but he was all you could see. In your mind you could see those gorgeous dark brown eyes, you could feel them burning into yours and that feeling of never wanting to look away made your heart feel warm.

He worked you throughout your high, continuing that same pace and holding you up as you quietly murmured his name.

And then, with the sweetest whimper of his name, he couldn’t hold on any longer. He groaned your name and his cock began to pulse and with every thrust he coated your walls with his pleasure. Only pulling out when he was milked dry.

You mumbled his name once more, feeling his eyes on you. Knowing how much he loved to watch his cum drip from your little hole, just to push it back in.

He finally let go of your hips, after gently lowering you down on the floor. “Good girl.” He praised once more, before moving down and beginning to unwrap the still flickering lights from both of your ankles.

“These are pretty,” he murmured to you, after switching them off and placing them to one side. Still behind you Dave reached over and pulled the large soft throw from the sofa and covered you with it before moving up and laying down beside you.

“Thank you.” You said against his warm skin as he pulled you onto his chest, letting you snuggle into him as the warm light of the Christmas tree lights still glowed from behind you both.

“Go to sleep, baby,” he said, before pressing his lips to your scalp. “I can help finish decorating in the morning.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal characters #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x female reader #dave york x f!reader #dave york x you #dave york x ofc #the equalizer #the equalizer 2 #the equalizer 2 fanfiction #my fanfiction #my fanfic #dave york smut #dave york imagine

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ardorwritesfanfic · 1 year ago

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Dr. Stone x Reader - Boyband AU!

Genre: Fluff, just general headcanons lol. Modern!AU, Band!AU

Featuring: The Five Wise Generals!

A/N: Hey y’all! It’s been a really long time! I’ve had this AU idea in my head for a while now and I thought it was time to share it with y’all! Enjoy!

Senku Ishigami

Senku was kind of blackmailed into the band lol

When the band was still new, he worked behind the scenes.

Unfortunately, Chrome decided to post a video of Senku singing to himself while working on his latest science project

The video went viral, and every record company that wanted the band wanted Senku as a main member.

He joined with the idea that he MIGHT be able to hitch a ride into space one day.

In the early stages of your relationship, Senku is not very affectionate.

He tends to show his affection towards you in small ways

When you attend the band’s concerts, he immediately finds you in the crowd.

Once he finds you, he’ll sing to you.

He engages with the rest of the crowd, so that it’s not obvious that he’s focusing only on you. But his gaze always finds its way back to you.

When he’s recording songs, or rehearsing for concerts, he demands you come along.

He usually will say it’s because it’s the only way he can stand the process, really he just wants to impress you~

On social media, he probably won’t post pictures of you two outright.

However, he will post sneaky hand holding pictures where you can’t see either of your faces.

In interviews, he’ll say that he’s taken, but won’t mention who you are directly unless you want him too.

Senku can get pretty rowdy on stage (especially since Ryusui often instigates it), strictly for the purpose of riling up his fans (and you)

He’ll ask you afterwards if he was successful, and if he was, he’ll tease you about it.

Senku also values your private time together, so he’ll definitely take the time to be more vulnerable and affectionate with you after concerts.

He’ll sing softly to you while you drift off to sleep, but if you ask him about it he will completely deny it.

Also, he will bring you on tour with him~

Ryusui Nanami

Ryusui joined the band as soon as Chrome proposed the idea.

“I want it all!” Was his primary reasoning

The fame, the spotlight, and the fans, he wanted all of it.

He provides most “fan-service” in the group, usually including Senku or Chrome in his antics.

He’s the band member that knows that everyone thinks he’s got, and will flaunt it.

However, he make sure to reassure that he only has eyes for you.

You are his treasure, the one thing he desires more than what the band or fame can give him.

Ryusui writes most of the band’s songs alongside Chrome and Gen. Most of them are about you in some way

He’ll serenade you when he finishes a song, and insists that you’re with him while he’s writing

Like Senku, Ryusui brings you everywhere with him.

He’ll bring you to photo shoots, interviews, rehearsals, and on tour.

If you let him, he will 100% show you off.

He’ll bring you up on stage and flirt with you while he performs.

He’ll ask to include you in his photoshoots, and will bring you up at every opportunity in interview.

He’ll post cute date photos of you on his social media too!

He knows that his lifestyle can get overwhelming and tiring, so he makes sure that he’s always there for you.

He’ll often sing you to sleep after a long day, pulling you closer to him as he wonders how he got so lucky to have you in his life.

Chrome

Chrome is the front man of the group, the leader.

The band was his idea, and he put his blood, sweat and tears into it.

He started all of the social media pages, wrote all of their early songs, coordinated all of their outfits, etc.

This band is his baby!

You were the first person he told when the band finally got a contract with a record label.

You also helped him convince (bribe) Senku to join.

Almost all of his songs are dedicated to you

If you can play an instrument, he will 100% ask you to play it in his songs.

He’ll write you cheesy love songs that he will perform on stage if you let him.

He absolutely has to kiss you in some way before performing!

Whether it’s on your hand, cheek, lips, forehead, etc. he must kiss some part of you. It’s his good luck charm

Will sing to you if he spots you in the crowd.

When he does it feels like he’s only performing to you, and the rest of the crowd is just background noise.

He’ll schedule cute lunch dates with you while you’re on tour to local restaurants.

He will absolutely go sightseeing with you in different cities during his downtime!

He will mention you in interview and on social media, but only if you’re comfortable with it.

Chrome typically plays a guitar on stage, which has your lipstick print cheekily placed on it

He will take every opportunity after concerts to snuggle you and decompress, asking if you enjoyed the show (please praise this boy) and humming his songs quietly as you both drift off to sleep.

Gen Asagiri

Gen is the sly and suave member of the group

He only really joined because it was a new way to use his skills as a mentalist

He’s similar to Ryusui in that he knows he’s attractive and uses that to rile up his fans

He likes to have this mysterious air to him, so no one really knows what he’s thinking.

However, this facade crumbles when he’s around you

If he brings you along to band rehearsals or events, he gets very clingy.

He wants to make sure everyone knows that you’re his.

He will tease you with his antics, especially on stage.

He’ll find you in the crowd and smirk as he tries to make you blush.

He will tease you about it afterwards too, just because he knows he can.

He has you preview all of the songs he writes, and he tries to sneak in small details that only you could recognize in them.

If you travel with him on your, he will take you everywhere with him.

If you end up staying home, he’ll send you postcards and love letters describing just how much he misses you.

I like to think that he does a small “magic” segment at shows, and he will make any excuse he can to use you as his assistant.

After shows, he’ll take the time to relax with you.

This can be cuddling, but most of the time he’ll draw a bath in the hotel room for the both of you to enjoy.

He’ll lazily wash your scalp and talk about the highs and lows of the day.

Once your both washed up, he’ll lead you towards the bed, holding you close as you fall asleep.

He will sing you to sleep if you ask him to!

Ukyo Saionji

Ukyo is the “mother hen” of the group.

He is quite a bit older than the rest of the boys, and feels a sense of responsibility for the group

He helps the rest of the band keep their heads on straight during stressful times, and is often the voice of reason.

That being said, he needs someone that will help him relax.

That’s where you come in!

Ukyo will often entrust certain tasks to you, like helping him make sure the band is on schedule, ensuring they’re all in the right costume, etc.

Your presence on tour is basically a requirement, rather than a suggestion.

Ukyo needs you there in order to tolerate the other members antics lol

Since you’re often backstage during shows instead of the crowd, Ukyo will make quick glances towards the backstage area

He’ll do it just to let you know that he’s singing to you.

Ukyo is much more private about your relationship in regards to how much the public knows.

He’s mentioned once or twice that he’s in a relationship in interviews, but that’s pretty much it.

He values your privacy, and wants to keep you to himself.

Ukyo doesn’t write much, but he does mix and produce songs for the band.

He asks you to listen to them, and asks if there should be any changes.

Oftentimes you hear all of the band’s songs before anyone else does.

Ukyo cherishes that process though, it’s one of the few ways he can really share his craft with you.

After concerts, Ukyo is absolutely exhausted, and he looks to you for comfort.

He’ll lay on top of you as you run your fingers through his hair, grumbling about how his ears are still ringing from performing.

This time with you allows his nerves to settle, and allows his mind to prepare to do it all over again in the morning

#ryusui nanami #senku ishigami #dr stone chrome #ukyo saionji #gen asagiri #dcst x reader #senku ishigami x reader #ryusui x reader #chrome x reader #ukyo x reader #gen x reader

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thehistoriangirl · 5 months ago

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my mexican twin.... I DEMAND MORE LATINX READER X VIKTOR!! (politely) i think its just fun to see representation even in lil silly fics hehe

TWINSIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I SUMMON YOU!!!!!

For now I have some headcanons I would love to write into fics but I haven't had the inspiration to do it as prettily as I wish to 😭😭 I hope you like them 💛💛💛

Okay so the headcanons:

Viktor x Latinx gn!Reader (SFW)

TW: These are Mexican-related (bc I'm Mexican lol), but some can apply to different Latin cultures! :3

He DEFS gains a few pounds once you two start dating

Like either because YOU feed him (sometimes against his will bc he's """soooooo busy""" (shoving him a torta de milanesa during his lunchtime)

Or because YOUR FAMILY feeds him once you present him over. Imagine your cool grandma/cool aunt inspecting it with 😱😱😱😱 faces because MY MAN IS SO SCRUNKLY. It's a family's duty to up some pounds on those bones

And he enjoys to be being pampered you know, I imagine him like the classic "Oh but I'm full already 🥺" when you put another bowl full of pozole in front of him, and then he says he's only eating it for peer pressure around the table--but that's. a LIE!!!!

Yall can't tell me he doesn't get a round bump after a particularly yummy party. He's like starting to doze off on the table like a baby after eating his fourth tamal during your cousin's XV años.

Even if at night he's like 🥺🥺🥺 "my love my tummy hurts" (for the spice, idk why i headcanon he can get gastritis really easily lkfhjdklfjf) and here it goes the milk remedy winkwink

Also pan de dulce 👀👀👀 he falls in love with pan de dulce istg, and he can eat it with milk????? sign him the fuck up. The same with pastel de tres leches

Also he starts to mumble songs in bad Spanish--an idea @apuwu had talked with me over Discord before JKDJHDFJKFJH. My man is just vibing without knowing the grisly lyrics behind a seemingly happy tune

But you prefer not to tell him because he just looks so adorable mumbling it mindlessly while working <3333

He doesn't dance much bc his legs hurt if he keeps putting pressure on it during too long, but you can definitely coarse him into dancing one or two.

Otherwise he just likes to watch you dance, even if you don't really know how to/are a lil bit clumsy. You look very happy dancing with your family/friends that he gets smitten all over again

He's kinda scarred for life once he saw kids breaking a piñata during one of your nephews' birthdays & un bolo during a baptism (where the hosts throw money so the guests could pick it up) (iykyk)

He started to watch telenovelas by mistake. Like maybe you were watching one or just putting it like white background noise while doing something else.

And at first he was like 🙄🙄🙄 "if the characters would do X thing or Z, this problem would be easily resolved/this problem wouldn't exist", and you tell him that it is for the 💥d r a m a💥

As it happened to the best of us when you're hanging out in the living room and your mom is watching a telenovela---Viktor just gets HOOKED. He doesn't know when it happened or how but he is invested

Sometimes you arrive home from a date with your friends and find Viktor and Jayce watching a telenovela on the couch

[For context, in my lil derange mind, in a contemporary AU Jayce is Latino. No i will not elaborate thank you]

He helps you make the Día de Muertos ofrenda <3333 he just loves to gets all craftsty and he's so interested about the concept that he even brings a photos of his passed family members. May even cook something they liked to put it in there alongisde yours :3

For now that's all! I hope to make some short fics with these soon! Like during Independence's Day KDJFDJKFJHF <3

#arcane viktor x reader #viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor fanfic #viktor arcane x you #arcane viktor x you #viktor x you #arcane fanfic #viktor arcane #arcane viktor

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brainddeadd · 28 days ago

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Day Four : Matt's POV

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This wasn’t supposed to be fun.

The plan was simple: play along, make you think I was into you, and after ten days, win the bet. Easy. Except four days in, I wasn’t just playing along—I was actually having fun.

You were trying your hardest to come off as the crazy, jealous girlfriend, and honestly? It was hilarious. No matter what you threw at me—possessive texts, territorial PDA, over-the-top jealousy—I couldn’t get enough.

It was like watching someone try to drive me away with the wrong user manual. And the best part? You were good at it. Too good.

The Text: Step One

When I saw your text this morning about cute waitresses, I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my phone. Most guys would’ve found it annoying or weird—hell, that was probably the point—but instead, it just made me want to see you more.

I replied instantly: “Lol. You worried about the waitstaff?”

It was supposed to be sarcastic, but when you sent back that angry face emoji, I knew you weren’t letting up today.

This was going to be fun.

Lunch: Step Two

I spotted you as soon as you walked into the burger joint, your grin just a little too bright and your kiss on the cheek just a little too dramatic. I was already onto your game, but damn, if it wasn’t kind of adorable.

You looped your arm through mine like you owned me. “I just love being so lucky that no other girl can have you,” you purred.

I had to bite back a laugh. It wasn’t what you were saying—it was how much effort you were putting into it. You weren’t trying to hide how ridiculous it was, and for some reason, that made it even more entertaining.

Then came the waitress.

You gave her the dirtiest side-eye I’ve ever seen, like you were ready to physically fight her over a condiment. “And make sure you bring the ketchup this time, okay, sweetheart?” you said, practically dripping venom on the last word.

I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing. The waitress looked so confused, and I just shook my head. “You good over there?” I asked, amused.

You gave me this tight, satisfied smile. “Just making sure she knows what’s what.”

You were playing crazy so well it was almost impressive.

Instagram Jealousy: Step Three

While we waited for the food, you whipped out your phone and started scrolling Instagram—not subtly, of course. You shoved the screen in my face, fake outrage written all over you.

“Who’s that?” you demanded, zooming in on my cousin Jenna in one of my old photos.

For a second, I couldn’t even answer. Was this real?

“That’s… my cousin, Jenna.”

Your squint deepened, like you didn’t believe me. “Mmm-hmm. ‘Cousin.’ Sure.”

I snorted, trying and failing to hold back a laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”

You shot me a playful glare. “And you’re suspicious.”

God, you were making this way too easy. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this, but watching you throw ridiculous fits over imaginary threats was easily the highlight of my day.

The Bar: Step Four

After lunch, I suggested we grab drinks at a local bar. You didn’t hesitate to say yes, and I knew that meant the act wasn’t over yet.

The second we stepped inside, you latched onto my arm like a barnacle, glaring at every woman who so much as glanced our way. You even shot the bartender a death stare, just to make things weird.

When the bartender asked what I wanted, you cut her off. “He’ll have a whiskey. And make sure you remember it’s our whiskey night.”

I lost it. I was laughing so hard I nearly cried. “You’re ridiculous.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to be serious. “Just protecting what’s mine.”

I grinned, loving every second of it. “Damn right, you are.”

The Goodbye: Trouble Has a New Name

By the end of the night, I should’ve been annoyed or fed up—or at least bored—but instead, I was counting the hours until I could see you again.

When we reached your door, I knew I should’ve just said goodnight and left. But instead, I leaned in and kissed your temple, enjoying the way you tensed, like you weren’t expecting it.

“See you tomorrow, trouble,” I murmured, grinning as I pulled back.

You stood there, arms crossed, glaring at me like you couldn’t believe I was still around. But instead of pushing me away, you looked… flustered. Like you were the one starting to fall.

I turned and walked away before I could do something dumb, like kiss you for real.

This was just supposed to be a bet. Ten days. Make you fall for me, win, and walk away.

So why did it feel like I was the one who was falling instead?

#matt rempe x reader #matt rempe fanfic #matt rempe imagines #° braindead writes

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digitalprophetsworld · 1 month ago

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Not gonna lie, I actually have some new headcanons and questions I wanna ask about legacy since y'know, I'm very fixated on him! It's gonna be long so apologies for how much you have to read through this.

• He doesn't like it when people take photos of him. (Or force to get his picture taken.)

• Because of the room I made for him in acnh, I imagine that he once captured a trespasser in his room and force them to sit down on his chair and interrogate them. He would grab his flimsy old lamp he has in his room and point the light directly at their face while demanding answer alongside asking invasive questions in a furious manner. (Basically, he does not give them the chance to breathe as he goes all out on them and is hostile. He thought he could deal with the person himself during the interrogation without the help of his siblings)

• He can be petty sometimes. He can throw an temper tantrum and get bitter when things doesn't go his way.

• Out of both of his siblings, Lawrie absolutely hate his guts. He obviously the most harsher one, but he can take it too far where he can kinda make Legacy upset and have a mental breakdown afterwards. Larry, on the other hand, is more easy on Legacy, but even he has his limit with him and bluntly tell him to get up and leave his room in which irritates Legacy after his patience weigh thin. Overall, legacy can get too stressed out and have a massive outburst that end up hurting his vocal (idk how to say that it hurts his throat despite not having any) and slammed his door after having to deal with his siblings that fail to help him.

• He kinda has an avoidant attachment style. He's used to being on his own so being around other people makes him awkward and confused.

• Despite him not liking either of his twin brothers, if legacy were to choose which one to be around with, he would pick Larry. Lawrie hate him and would sometimes even bully/pick on him simply because he's upset over the amount of efforts they put into helping him and he doesn't do anything in return. Not to mention, he's a pushover so Lawrie could simply make fun of him and he won't do anything about it. He's the big brother after all. That and he's kinda scary so legacy would always do what he tell him to.

• He is physically unable to cry. He's been so numb to it to the point where he couldn't let out his emotions even if he wanted to. He can only shed a single tear and that's all he can basically do since he has been pushing it down for years.

I wanted to ask this one question that's been on my mind lately and I wonder what the pre-version of legacy was like? (Like how his old self was before he became the way he is currently.)

Also, also, not that I'm planning on doing this rn cause idk if I'll activate enough for it, but would you be okay with the idea of someone making a fan account centering around legacy? I have a couple of doodles I made out of him and want to post them, but idk if that will be okay. Again, not that I'm planning on doing it right away cause I was only thinking about it, but I would understand if you don't want that! (Again it was just an idea I had lol.)

NEW HEADCANNONS LETSGO

I think he would try to interrogate someone once on his own, but because he was so hostile and didn't technically get an answer out of the person he just angrily kicked the person out of the park. Like rare occurrence of leaving his room just to drag someone out and shove them out of the park 😭

Lawrie and Legacy definitely have a HEAVY hatred for each other. It's hard to tell who starts a fight between them because it just seems to spark so suddenly without proper context, and Legacy has definitely tried to avoid Lawrie a lot. I wouldn't necessarily say Lawrie would bully him, though. He'd just point out a lot of things that irk Legacy and make him more and more pissed. Larry is usually more gentle, so he'd definitely prefer to be around him more. He still doesn't like either of them too much though

I could see him with an avoidant attachment style! He tends to just like his own company rather than anyone else's, so when he doesn't feel up for talking, he just locks himself away

He's also definitely had some bad breakdowns from his brothers. Sometimes, he just tears apart his office to let off some steam before cleaning it up. It tires him out enough to finally calm down

I wouldn't mind a fan account of him !!!! It'd really mean a lot tbh, I didn't think my character would be so liked like this .... /positive

ALSO, I'VE BEEN DYING TO SAY HOW HE WAS PRE-CAMERA SECURITY (INFODUMP UNDER CUT)

Pre-Legacy was honestly pretty similar to Larry. A more gentle and generally joyous guy, just probably way more socially anxious. He wasn't too big on talking, but he was very passionate about his job and being able to work alongside his family. The only issue was that he was not as strong as his siblings at the time, both with his baton and being strict on visitors. He couldn't beat down criminals, let alone tell park goers they were breaking any rules. Again, he has pretty awful social anxiety. So he was given a different job and was told it would give him time to improve, that's how he got his job as a camera guy! He observed the park and would report to his brothers over a radio/walkie talkie if someone was breaking rules, and in his spare time, he tried to learn how to actually use his baton properly. He was making significant amounts of progress and assumed he'd be back in the park with his brothers in no time.

But that time never really came. Despite his obvious progress, he was never sent back out, Legacy was just essentially benched permanently. He still tried to be his best self in hopes of becoming a security guard with his brothers again. But the day never came. This resulted in how he is now. He has worse social anxiety, is hostile, and is simply used to being alone 24/7. Sucks bad, man

If he were offered the position back, he would probably try his best, but he would still be a bit reckless. He'd think he'd just be "benched" again and find no point.

#answer #brawl stars oc #brawl stars #larry and lawrie

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eleni-cherie · 1 year ago

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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.2

"so eager to be in a headlock again?" "only if it's by you." he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble. © 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Seoul, South Korea

Soyeon blew out a long sigh before taking a sip from her iced coffee. It felt odd to be back in Seoul after three weeks. Weeks of feeling terrified and anxious when now everything seemed back to normal. As if any of the previous incidents had never happened. A strange thought. Like a fever dream.

Her eyes wandered out to the people passing by on the street. It was a mild summer day, most going out for a walk or to meet friends. And she wondered if and how Arabella was planning to find her. Recalling their last conversation on the phone in the restrooms of the italian police station.

"They'll be flown out to Seoul tomorrow." Arabella hummed, going silent then and Soyeon thought she had hung up, when she spoke up again. "What about you?" "I'll have to give my testimony. Hope they can arrest that jerk.." she scoffed, "And after that, agent Jeon assured me I could fly back to Korea with them. After all, I don't have any papers with me to get back otherwise.." "Alright." "They'll escape won't they?" "I don't think they'll try." Soyeon frowned. "W-what? Will they just stay arrested and fac-"

"No, no. Obviously they'll flee," Arabella laughed, "But if they're smart, which Yoongi and Taehyung are, I guess my idiot as well, they'll do it when they're back in Seoul. It wouldn't make sense to escape now and try getting back to Taiwan from there. They'd be more obstacles with pops being on their tail. The smart move would be for them to do it in Korea, which is way closer to Taiwan and has direct connections." The younger woman hummed understanding. If put like that, it made indeed sense. And Arabella was supposedly a thief as well, or had been, so she should know more than her.

"No need to worry," Arabella said then, "I'll fly out to Seoul myself. I'm sick of sitting here idle and missing out on all the fun anyway, so I'll help them get out."

"A-aren't you afraid of getting caught as well?"

Arabella clicked her tongue almost offended at the insinuation. "Please, I'm not a noob like them!" Soyeon pursed her lips, unsure if she was going to regret her next move. "C-could I come with you?" "You mean in bailing the guys out? Absolutely not. You're unexperienced." She wasn't able to argue with that and yet, she tried to. "I know.. but I feel miserable. They're only in this situation because of me. Obviously I'd let you professional take care of the difficult stuff, but.. but.." Her jaw clenched when thinking about Yoongi's expression when she'd last seen him. Those glum eyes. And him being in a cell now like a criminal. She knew he technically was one, been one in the past. But he wasn't one to her. He was much more to her than that. "If I can help in any way, even if only a little bit.."

"I could think of a way.." Arabella contemplated then with a sigh, "But just to be clear, if Yoongi gets angry at me for getting you involved, it was your fault. You were persistent and demanded to be part of it, not letting me any choice. Got it?" Soyeon's eyes lit up. "Yeah, yes, of course!" "Alright, see you in Seoul then." "W-wait, where should we meet?"

"Don't worry about that, I'll find you."

And with that she hung up. Leaving Soyeon perplexed back.

She took another sip, taking her phone out and going to her photo gallery. She didn't feel like returning home yet. Getting adjusted to work again was already hard, but then staying in her lonely apart was almost insufferable. A sentimental feeling overtaking her as she scrolled through her photos, stopping at the last one she had of her grandfather. He was attempting to smile, something he rarely did in photos. Not because he'd been a serious man, rather because he liked to appear like one. She giggled. That somehow reminded her of Yoongi. On the outside he seemed cool, calm, collected, but she had managed to catch a glimpse of his true nature. The warm, kind and caring side of his.

Her brows knitted together when a hot ache flowed threw her chest. She swiped away to another photo of her grandfather. It was of a photo from her grandmother's albums, showing her grandfather heaving little Soyeon up on one arm. Holding her high and smiling up at her. Yeah, she remembered, her grandfather used to do that when she was little. Carrying her around and holding her up, making her feel like a giant.

Tears started welling up in the corner of her eyes and she quickly wiped them away before anyone noticed. Deciding to lock the phone and swallow the lump in her throat down with another sip from her cold drink.

"Did something happen?" A voice behind her asked and she internally cursed, hoping the person didn't mean her, when suddenly the chair next to her was pulled out and a women with long dark hair and black eyeglasses sat down. Eyeing her suspiciously from above the glasses. "N-no, just remembered something. That's all," she quickly said, perplexed by the stranger. The woman hummed and Soyeon began wondering what she wanted from her, when it finally clicked. "Arabella?" "Yup, that's me." Her eyes widened. "How, how did you find me?" Arabella's lips pulled up into a grin as she shrugged nonchalantly. "I got my ways." She waved at someone then, soon another person appearing next to them much to Soyeon's surprise as she recognised them. "The doctor?" "Hey," the red-head smiled and sat down at the empty seat between them, "I see the wound's healing nicely." Cassandra pointed at her forehead to which the younger girl smiled, nodding shyly. "Yes, thanks again." Soyeon's brows furrowed then. "W-what are you doing here, though?"

Cassandra playfully huffed, folding her arms in front of her puffed out chest. "Why? My husband also got caught after all! And besides, I always wanted to take part in a mission. Tae just never let me." She pouted then before grinning at Arabella, patting her shoulder. "That's why I convinced Bella here to let me help. We're forming a girls' gang now, bailing out our idiots!" The dyed-brunette only rolled her eyes. "'Convinced' is quite a light way to put it. You blackmailed me in saying you wouldn't give me a pda otherwise." She pointed at her belly and only then did Soyeon notice the bump. "Ah-ah, I said I would advice your doctor not to give you any." "Still blackmailing," Arabella whined, heaving a frustrated groan then and burried her face into her palms, "Tae and Yoongi will kill me if they see you two here, ugh." "I'm taking full blame, don't worry," her friend ensured her to which Soyeon quickly nodded. "M-me too!" She exhaled deeply, leaning back. "Fine.."

Soyeon raised her hand then as if she was in class. "Uhm , excuse me I got a question.." She pointed at Arabella's belly, "You're pregnant, right? Is it okay if y-" "It's totally fine," Arabella quickly dismissed her question with a wave of her hand, "Just because I'm pregnant people don't have to treat me with kid gloves. I won't do anything risky and besides -" She faced Cassandra then with a smirk. "We got the doc here after all, just in case." She grabbed a tablet out of her handbag then, switching it on. "Now let's get down to business." Soyeon raised her hand again, interrupting her once again with a shy grin. "I should probably tell you that I've to go to interpol tomorrow." Arabella frowned, setting the device down. "Why? Didn't they interrogate you in Italy already? " "Only about what went down in Taiwan and in Italy. Now they wanna ask me further questions about my grandpa, although I really don't know what I could possibly tell them.." Frankly, she knew less than they did about her grandfather's life as a thief.

Arabella hummed, that piece of information perhaps turning into something helpful. "What time exactly?" "T-they said they'd be out all day long. So 5pm." The professional among them contemplated for a moment, smirking then. "Right before their shift ends. Perfect. New plan then!"

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Yoongi was staring at the white wall in front of him. Stifling a sigh, he stretched his arms over his head. He could tell the sun was setting by the few streaks of light coming from the window. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours. When his eyes grew tired, he'd close them, otherwise he'd keep them on the white painted bricks. If he had his sword he'd just cut through the door with ease, but Seokjin had obviously confiscated it. So there wasn't much left but to stare and wait. There wasn't much else to do. He was alone with his thoughts.

It wasn't the first time they had been caught and sitting in different cells. And they always had a plan for this. However, considering they hadn't planned to ever see a custody cell again, he couldn't help but feel sullen. He was the one involved with Soyeon, not them. If Jimin and Taehyung wouldn't have joined, they wouldn't be there with him now.

Soyeon.

He wondered what she was doing right now. He had heard from Jungkook that they had also flown her back to Seoul.

He smiled to himself, being sure she was finally able to return to her normal life with this story being hopefully over. That had been their intention after all by luring interpol to Italy. They already had a case file on the younger Rossi, so it shouldn't have been a problem for them to do something against him now either. And they would, he was certain of it. He just hoped she could find her peace now and enjoy life again without any fears.

For a second he wondered if he should look for her after they get out, but he quickly dismissed that ridiculous thought. After all this traumatic experience, she probably didn't want to see anything or anyone that reminded her of it and he unfortunately counted among that. It was probably better this way anyway, even if he had retired of being a criminal and only got back because of this, he was probably not the right person for her. He bit his inner cheek, a mix of sorrow and relief spreading inside him. She deserved someone normal. Someone who wouldn't potentially drag her into this kind of situation again.

And besides, her real life was taking place in Seoul while he was forced to return to Taiwan. The two had no prospects from the beginning.

Yoongi never considered himself a lucky guy. The only good thing that had ever happened to him was meeting his two friends, but otherwise he'd never seen himself favoured by fortune. Although, the time he had spent with Soyeon, even if short, had felt like luck in a way.

Luck. Such a weird concept. He rarely truly understood it. So he accepted things for how they were. Perhaps it was some kind of karma for past mistakes. There'd been more than enough anyway.

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Arabella's plan was simple or at least not as complicated as it could be.

"There's a catch though," she explained as she eyed the other two women over Soyeon's coffee table. They had returned to her apartment to fully develop the plan and prepare for it and frankly, it was more convenient than sitting in a café. "From what I found out, they inaugurated a few new precautions for some reason. Like whoever enters or exists any area, even the archives and evidence storages, will be checked in case they're wearing a mask or other type of disguises. They literally pinch your cheeks to check. Another reason why I'll undertake the security room and gain access to the system, they obviously know my face. But that means you won't be able wearing a mask either." Cassandra's brown eyes widened and she gulped. "And how do I get in there then?"

"By me adding you into the database as a new employee. I'll access the personnel department's files and create a fake staff account for you." "But won't they find it weird if out of nowhere a new employee appears without them knowing?" "The trick is to act as if you belong there," Arabella winked, "If there's any issue, just say you just started and probably someone simply forgot to inform them. Remain persistent." "What if agent Kim, Blake or Jeon see me though? They know me." "They won't," she dismissed her with a smirk, "We'll do it during the late shift, after the field agents leave and none of the normal personnel is working."

Cassandra and Soyeon nodded eagerly, listening intently. Arabella smiled for a brief moment before continuing.

"The second new security measure is having to enter a specific code that changes every few hours to enter the basement area where the cells are located. But it shouldn't be too big of a deal to find out once I've hacked the security system." A frown spreading over her features then as something else was seemingly troubling her. "The other new thing is that they aren't in the normal cellblock like usually while waiting for trial, but in the isolated high-risk ones. Those have a seperate security system located somewhere in the basement, meaning I can't exchange the live camera recordings from there. Sure, my distraction tactic will possibly blur quite a lot, but there's still a good chance someone might catch you on tape while I won't be able to see that footage and possibly warn you. So I'm asking you again if you're indeed sure about participating in this." Her glance flickering to Soyeon, looking at her inquiringly. "I am," she said with no sign of hesitation, causing Arabella and Cassandra to exchange a look, before nodding.

"Alright, let's do this."

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Step one:

While Soyeon went for her anew interrogation, Arabella found her way inside by sneaking into an employee's car. In disguise, she engaged the man from the security control room in a flirty conversation, drugging him by sprinkling some rohypnol on his snack when he didn't pay attention. Taking control of the technical part and switching the live security footage with looping recordings, so no one would notice their little rescue mission, while also keeping an eye on the actual live footage, to warn the other two women if needed through their in-ear transmitters.

She also proceeded in creating two new employee accounts in the security system for Soyeon and Cassandra, the data matching to the two fake IDs she had already given them.

Step two:

Cassandra gor inside by pretending being an archive worker, having easier access to the evidence storage to get the guys' weapons this way. After a small encounter with an agent in the elevator, where she kept her cool, she headed to her designated area. Arabella told her the passcode and she passed the security check for disguises. Lying about having to check the evidence box of an old case that'd soon go to court to see if the content alligned with the list her 'supervisor' had given her. Finding the wanted objects in the weapon storage, she loaded the guns - having the needed knowledge from her husband who had insisted in teaching her how to use a gun just in case - and then hid them in a bag. Stuffing it into the vent Arabella instructed her to, pushing until it dropped down the vent into a lower level. After that was done, she retreated from the archive area and proceeded leaving the building from the staircase and emergency exit.

During these preparations, Soyeon was sitting in her interrogation, answering to all the agents' questions without leaking any suspicion.

Step three:

When the interrogation ended, Soyeon pretended leaving but actually went with Arabella's instructions to the storeroom in ground level where the vent ended. And after climbing up a shelf and opening it to get the bag out, she hid it into the cleaning trolly stored there. Changing into one of the cleaning uniforms hanging behind the door, she waited till the shift ended and most agents clocked out, before heading out with the trolly and the fake ID pinned on her chest. Entering the underground area using the security code Arabella told her and undergoing the check for any disguise herself.

The basement area was devided into two parts, to enter the second one where the guys were located at, Arabella initiated a small false alarm by starting the sprinklers, confusing the guards and getting them to go check for the cause. As soon as they left their positions, Soyeon took the bag and slipped through the gate to the second area. Immediately heading to the cellbocks the older girl had told her and quickly shoved their weapons through the barred door window. Returning to the first area and the abandoned trolly and Arabella ending the alarm.

Leaving the area by explaining she'd need to get extra help to clean up the wet floors while guards went to check on all the inmates.

Step four:

Soyeon left from the emergency exit. Arabella retreated then as well, as if nothing had happened and the two met in the parking lot where Cassandra waited for them in the car.

And the three set off.

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daydreamtofiction · 2 years ago

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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 4: Sacrilege

Contents | Part 3 | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Fem Reader) One-on-one time with the priest comes with its perks, some you weren't fully prepared for.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, adult & sexual themes, smoking (cigarettes), discussions of death, grief, religion and strained familial relationships. Readers must be 18+

Disclaimer: In this chapter, F. Benedict makes reference to a brother. I just want to stress that this is 100% my own fictional narrative and in no way based on/referencing the real life sister of BC.

Finally, sorry to anyone named Soleil - I actually really like that name, Ellis, however, does not lol.

"Posture."

You peeled your eyes away from the computer screen to find Dawn, the studio receptionist, in the doorway of your office. She nodded her head towards you, raising an eyebrow in silent demand as she crossed her arms, waiting. You rolled your eyes and slowly began to sit up properly in your chair, feeling the curve of your spine straightening out, an ache at the base of your neck as your shoulders realigned.

"That's better," she said, the same way a mother would commend a child. "There's a woman at reception asking for you."

"Oh?" you replied with a furrowed brow. "Okay, I'll just be a second."

She nodded and disappeared from the doorway as you returned your attention to the photo you were editing; a tiny baby curled up on a cloud, its bald head adorned with a fluffy white halo. You saved your progress and switched off the screen, thankful for the break.

You made your way through the building to reception, pushing through a large set of double doors into the bright, welcoming foyer.

"Mara?" you asked, taking a few steps towards the front desk.

The woman standing there turned around, brushing her hair back to reveal a face you knew, a set of eyes you'd both inherited.

"Hi," she said, her voice breathless and agitated as she struggled to hold a fidgeting baby in one arm. "I've got a session booked and you said I could use your discount. I told them I'm your sister but they need approval from you to put it through."

"Oh, right, yeah." You turned to Dawn as she sat at the computer behind the front desk. "Can you-"

"Already doing it," she replied, typing and clicking with her long nails.

"Thanks."

"Thanks," Mara echoed before turning around and walking away.

You watched her for a moment, realising she had no intentions of sharing any more words with you.

"Hey, so how are... How have you been doing?" you asked awkwardly as you followed her over to the waiting area.

She sat down, laying the baby back in her pram and beginning to roll it back and forth. "Yeah, okay," she replied with a shrug. "Soleil's been colicky so..."

Soleil. Jesus Christ. Nine months of pregnancy and a torn vagina just to call your baby fucking Soleil.

There was a long silence as you stood in front of her, hands behind your back, lips pressed together. She was nine years older than you, but you might as well have been born centuries apart, as good as strangers if it wasn't for the unmistakeable resemblance. She insisted she loved you, but she was better at doing so from a distance; in a way that made your differences easier to ignore.

You gestured to the baby. "Is... she sleeping better?"

"A little. She still wakes through the night but she's eight weeks old, it's to be expected."

You nodded. "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch much, I just thought you'd probably want your space with... Soleil." You gritted your back teeth, forcing the name out. "And after what happened at Christmas, I didn't want to..."

"Yeah, well I haven't been in touch either so don't worry about it."

There was another long silence, the kind of silence that seemed to expand, consuming everything, begging to be filled.

She was the first to give in to it, letting out a quiet sigh. "Will you be editing Soleil's photos?"

"I don't know. They assign them randomly, but if her files end up at my desk then yeah." You paused. "I can try and see if they'll make sure her pictures come to me-"

"No, no it's fine. I was just wondering."

"Oh okay." You glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Well I better get going anyway, I'm going to miss my train."

"Now?" she looked at the clock too. "Where are you going?"

"Yeah I'm finishing early. Meeting a friend."

"Gina?"

You shook your head. "A new friend," you said as you began to walk away, before stopping and turning back towards her, like you couldn't help yourself. "He's a priest."

"Piss off."

"No, really."

"Why on earth are you leaving work early to spend time with-" she stopped suddenly, letting out a disappointed huff. "Oh, Ellis."

"What?"

"Of all people, a priest, really?"

Your brows scrunched together. "I'm n- I'm not... Mara, I have a boyfriend-"

"Mm, doesn't seem to stop anyone nowadays." She sat back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other.

You rolled your eyes. "I have to go. Enjoy your shoot."

You were expecting the scent of baking bread. Cookies perhaps, maybe even coffee. But instead, the shop smelled like fresh paint, sawdust and window cleaner. You didn't mind it, actually, finding it oddly pleasant, like when you were a child and you would hang your head out of the window of your father's car, inhaling the smell of fuel as he filled up at the petrol station.

There was a healthy crowd inside; a long queue at the shiny new counter, people sitting at spotless tables in kitschy, pastel coloured chairs. You looked around in search of Father Benedict, wondering if you'd somehow managed to beat him there. You hoped not.

"Ellis!" his voice called over the crowd.

You glanced around, trying to decipher where it was coming from when you finally saw him. He was sat at a small table, tucked away in the corner beside the window. You hurried over and sat down, gesturing to a cup of coffee on the table.

"Is this for me?"

"Yeah, it's just a cappuccino, I hope that's alright."

"It's fine, thank you."

You lifted the large, round cup to your lips, sipping on it politely as you eyed him over the rim. He was leaning back in his chair, hands resting gently on his thighs as he peered over at the bustling queue, providing you the perfect view of his neck, his jawline, how it tensed and softened as he moved.

He was wearing jeans and a grey jumper, the cabled wool clinging like armour to his body, sleeves pushed up to his elbows to reveal his forearms. You'd never found yourself attracted to someone's arms before you met him. It seemed strange, to find limbs sexy. But it was the thoughts they elicited; how you could picture them holding you so firmly.

"It's a lot busier than I thought it would be," he said before turning his attention back to you. "Now it looks like I lied just to get you to come."

"Mm." You placed the cup down. "If you were that desperate to spend time with me, Father, all you had to do was ask."

There was a moment before he laughed, a split second where you could have sworn you saw his gaze turn dark, a primal look in his eyes. But it was fleeting, so evanescent you doubted if you'd seen anything at all.

"Maybe next time I'll suggest somewhere a bit closer to home," he said, still smiling as he took a sip of his own coffee. "And please don't feel like you have to call me Father today, This is... we're just- we're here as friends, so..."

"Thank you, but I'm not sure my brain would even allow me to call you Benedict. Feels... sacrilegious."

He smirked, looking around for a moment before leaning in and lowering his voice. "What feels sacrilegious is strangers with no idea I'm a priest overhearing the woman I'm with calling me Father."

"Oh you're fine. It'd be a different story if I started calling you Daddy."

He dropped his head and breathed out a stunned laugh. You cocked your head to get a glimpse of his face, assessing his bashful, flustered reaction with an intrigued smile.

"So the clergyman knows what that means," you said, propping your chin on your hand, elbow resting on the table. "Interesting..."

"Of course I know what it means; I live in a rectory, not under a rock."

You raised an eyebrow, bringing the cup back to your lips. "Ah, so you get full internet access then?"

He paused, eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out what you meant. Then it clicked, and you watched as he fought another smirk.

"Priests aren't allowed to do... that," he said simply, his voice dark, low.

"Which bit? The watching or the taking part?"

"Any of it."

"Not at all?" you asked, lip curling in disbelief.

He laughed quietly. "Not supposed to. I don't."

"Never?"

"Well of course I've- You know there was a time before I took my vows...?"

"So you went from being... active, in that way, to now just not even thinking about it? At all?"

"I think about it constantly," he replied bluntly. "But that's part of this whole gig, isn't it; resisting, choosing to remain faithful to God, not giving in to temptation. It's literally in the Lord's Prayer - 'and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.'"

"Sex is far from evil, it's fucking amazing."

"Not the sex you're having by the sounds of it."

Your mouth fell open with a scoffing laugh. "Touché."

He chuckled into his coffee. "Sorry, that was a low blow. You confided in me, I shouldn't use it against you."

"No, it was funny. You said yourself, we're just friends today."

He smiled, leaning back and crossing his arms comfortably over his chest, looking out the window at the busy high street.

"Oh, speaking of," he said. "Did you get a chance to look at the bible passages I annotated for you? I thought they might help with your... situation."

"Friends today," you repeated, pressing your mouth into an unamused smile.

"Right, sorry."

The truth was that you had looked at the passages. You'd taken the bible home, its pages adorned with small post-it notes of his analysis and interpretation, advice on how to implement the teachings into your life.

You'd lay down on your bed and began reading them, but somewhere down the line, musing over his writing turned into musing over him. And before you knew it, the book was closed beside you, your hand slipping down the front of your trousers as you pictured his fingers there instead of your own.

"Thank you so much for coming!" a voice appeared beside your table.

You looked up to see a woman smiling down at you both, an apron tied around her waist, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. You assumed it was Catherine, her sweet, soft voice a perfect fit for the cutesie decor.

"I can't believe you came," she said to Father Benedict. "I really thought reaching out to you would be a shot in the dark."

"Of course I came," he replied as he gestured to you. "And I brought reinforcements. Though clearly it wasn't needed; this place is booming."

"Ah well, we have a really great community here. And a lot of gluten free people, apparently."

They both laughed as you sat there awkwardly, suddenly forgetting how to act like a real person.

"I have to tell you it's wonderful to see you," she continued. "The parish has been a shambles since you left."

"Oh, stop, don't be silly." He waved his hand shyly.

"No really! Father Martin's great but he's a bit of a stickler, y'know. Not as approachable as you were."

Approachable or fuckable, Catherine? Be honest.

"Oh well that's very kind," he said as you caught his eye, making him shake his head apologetically. "Oh, sorry, Catherine, this is Ellis. She's an aspiring member of my new parish."

"Hi, nice to meet you," she said with a smile, before leaning in towards you. "Aspiring member or just another sucker for this one's charming smile?"

She nudged him jokingly with her elbow and you gave a weak, unconvincing laugh.

Fuckable. She definitely meant fuckable.

"Anyway," she said, turning her attention back to him. "There's a few people from choir over here if you want to say hi?"

"Oh, yes, absolutely!"

You watched as he rose from his chair and shuffled out from behind the table.

"I'll just be a second," he said, reaching out and placing a hand on your shoulder.

You almost melted at his touch, immediately feeling ridiculous for it. It was a pat, a quick, reassuring squeeze, and yet the contact was enough to make you blush, having to hide your face behind another sip from your giant cup.

You watched from across the shop as he stood talking to a group of people, finding yourself zoning in on the way he interacted with Catherine. She seemed sweet, friendly and naturally tactile, like she was unable to talk without touching him.

You began to wonder if she was the temptation, if she was the thing that made him question his faith. You wondered if he'd found himself fantasising about her the way you did about him, if he'd left this parish because he could no longer bear the weight of his own desire.

By the time he returned to your table, you'd finished your coffee, staring down at the remnants of foam and speckles of cocoa powder at the bottom of the cup like you were reading your tea leaves.

He sat down, placing a pastel pink box on the table between you. "Sorry about that," he said. "Got you some pastries to make up for it."

"Really?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Catherine gave them to me. I offered to pay but she said they were on the house; a 'thank you' for coming."

"Wow, business must be doing well if she's giving away free stuff on the first day."

He laughed. "I literally just said the exact same thing, word for word-"

"So how do you know her?"

He paused, taking a moment to register your interruption. "Hm? Oh, she's involved in the church here."

"And I take it you were close?"

"Erm, well she was a 'regular', if you will; got pretty involved in all the..." he trailed off, narrowing his eyes at you with a slight smile. "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous of what? The fact that I'm not the first weird woman you've met in a church?"

"Oh, you're definitely the first weird woman I've met in a-"

You kicked him gently under the table and a laugh resonated in his throat. It was deep, warm, the kind of sound that elicited tingles, raised the hairs on your arms. If this was his voice in the middle of a busy bakery, you thought, then you could only begin to imagine the sounds he was capable of behind closed doors.

He scrunched his nose and looked out the window, then back to you. "Fancy stepping outside with me for a second?"

"What for?" you asked as you felt your heart flutter with nerves, like your body was making assumptions before your brain had even processed his question.

"I could do with a cig," he replied quietly. "Disgusting habit, I know, but-"

"No, it's- Yeah, I'll come."

You followed him outside, hugging your coat closed to shield yourself from the wind. He slipped down a side street next to the bakery, leaning against the wall and placing a cigarette between his teeth. You watched as he snipped his lighter over and over again, the wind snuffing out the flame each time.

"F'cking hell," he growled, cigarette still in his mouth. "Sorry, shouldn't have said that."

You exhaled a soft laugh and reached into your pocket. "Would this work any better?"

He glanced down at the heavy zippo lighter in your hand.

"I got it for you," you said. "The 'G' stands for 'God'."

He took the cigarette between two fingers and moved it from his mouth, looking down at you in bewilderment. "Are you fucking with me?"

"Of course I am."

He rolled his eyes and took it from you. "See, I still can't tell when you're joking," he said, successfully lighting up and tilting his head back to blow out a long plume of smoke.

"It's my friend's," you said. "She keeps leaving things in my coat."

"My brother used to do that. Not with my coat, with my car." He laughed, still staring up at the sky as he took another drag. "I'd get in it and his music would start playing, the seat'd be moved forward, stuff all over the passenger seat. He was borrowing my car without asking but not bothering to cover his tracks. Probably because he knew I could never be mad at him for more than five minutes."

"You have a brother?"

"Mm." He fell quiet for a moment, a contemplative look on his face, before snapping out of it and smiling at you. "He was quite... troubled, then towards the end he found God. Which is what made me start connecting with my own faith after he-" Another pause, followed by a gentle laugh. "I was so anti-religion back then, if he could see me now, a bloody priest, he'd lose his mind."

You forced a smile, trying to disguise your discomfort as you pressed your mouth closed, teeth digging into the backs of your lips. "So... we're both part of the Dead Brother Club then."

You grimaced to yourself immediately and looked away, anywhere except directly at him. The Dead Brother Club? Really, Ellis? But like always, he seemed happy to take you in his stride, understanding your intentions without making you explain.

"I prefer the Surviving Siblings Society," he said dryly, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile.

"I'm sorry," you began, pausing to clear your throat. "I say things I shouldn't when I'm- Well I'm just not good with knowing what to say or do when people... divulge their... I'm not a very comforting person."

"That's alright. Because I, on the other hand, like to think I'm a very comforting person. So I can comfort us both."

"I don't really think I need to be comforted."

"Then what do you need?"

You.

"Nothing."

"Everyone needs something."

You were holding your breath as your gaze held his, and despite the cold weather, the air between you suddenly felt warm and heavy. But you weren't sure why, unable to decipher the look on his face and reluctant to mistake it for something it wasn't. Again. So instead you remained quiet, waiting.

He took a final drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out on the brick wall behind him. "Shall we go somewhere?"

"Where?"

"I want to show you something."

He made his way back around the corner onto the main high street. But instead of going back inside the bakery, he walked straight past it. You began to follow but stopped for a moment near the window, glancing inside at the table you'd been sitting at, the box of untouched pastries he'd left behind.

You were convinced that once you'd seen one church, you'd seen them all. The greys and browns, stone and wood, old carpets and tall, vaulted ceilings. They all smelled the same too, echoed the same, filtered in the sunlight through multicoloured glass.

When Father Benedict walked you inside, you felt a pang of disappointment in your chest, the urge to tell him just how similar it was to the church back home. But when you looked up at him and saw his smile, you refrained.

He wandered around the chapel, his footsteps echoing, fingers grazing over the pews as he passed them. "This was my church," he said. "Before I took my sabbatical. I was the priest here."

You looked around. "It's... Nice."

"It's changed. Well, some things have changed - that's new." He pointed to an obnoxiously large statue of Jesus nailed to a cross, the thing crudely lying on its side waiting to be mounted on the wall.

"Subtle," you said. "I like the artistic choice to lie him on the floor like that."

"Artistic choice," he scoffed out a laugh.

"Yeah. Really makes you think."

"About what?"

"About why he didn't just stand up and run away if he was so close to the ground."

"Fuck off-" He clamped a hand over his mouth and looked around to make sure no one else was there.

You bit your lip to suppress a laugh, but still it tumbled out of you in a mischievous giggle.

He took a few steps towards you, speaking slowly and quietly. "You, Ellis, are going to get me defrocked."

"With any luck," you muttered under your breath as he walked away.

"I heard that."

Your heart stopped, your eyes snapping up to meet his as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

"I... It was a joke."

"I know," he said softly, simply, turning around and making his way up the steps to the altar.

"So," you began with an awkward cough. "Saw my sister today for the first time since Christmas. Was just about as awkward as you can imagine."

"I take it there's been no improvement since you came to the grief support group?"

"It's hard. It's like she knows that she's the one to blame for the tension between us and she feels guilty for it, but she doesn't know how to fix it." You wandered slowly up the aisle as you spoke. "Then every time she does start to soften towards me, I do something that pisses her off and we're right back to square one."

"That being Christmas."

"Yep."

"What did you do?"

"Sat in Cain's chair."

"Cain...?"

"Dead brother."

"Ah."

"It was mum's turn to host. She still lives in the house we grew up in, and she always leaves a chair open for Cain at the dining table so it feels like he's there with us or whatever. Anyway, we were sitting down for dinner, and I wasn't really paying attention and I accidentally sat in his chair instead of mine. Mara went mad."

"Could she not rationalise that it was a mistake?"

"Obviously not," you sat down on the bottom step leading up to the altar. "Cain was her best friend, favourite person in the world. I was just the annoying little 'oopsie' our parents had almost a decade after they said they were done having kids. Plus, she was probably a bit extra sensitive, what with all the hormones."

"Hormones?"

"She'd just given birth five days earlier, so..."

"Oh." His tone brightened as he continued to wander around. "So you have a niece? nephew?"

"Niece."

"What's her name?"

You turned your head to look at him, before returning your gaze to your lap. "I'd rather not say."

"Why? It's stupid isn't it."

"Maybe a little bit."

"Go on."

"No."

He began making his way towards you. "Go on."

"No, honestly it's-"

"Just tell me," he laughed, plonking himself down right beside you.

"Soleil," you finally said, like his closeness made you weak, including your mouth.

"I think that's pretty."

"Fuck off."

"I do! Makes me think of... sunshine, grace, warmth... It's better than Benedict."

You smiled at him. "What does my name make you think of?"

His expression seemed to soften, his eyes flitting across your face for a moment. "It just makes me think of you."

There was a long silence, the enormous space around you somehow feeling so small, so intimate. You broke eye contact first, looking around, as if making sure it was all still there.

"How long ago did you work here?" you asked.

"I left last year."

"And how long were you... between places?"

"A few months. Not that long."

"What did you do? Y'know, while you were... away from it all."

He took a deep breath, resting forearms on parted thighs. "I went home to my parents'. Stayed in my old childhood room. I helped my mother with the garden, cooked dinner with my father almost every evening, caught up with people I'd left behind when I chose this life."

You were hanging on his every word, the way everyone always did during his sermons.

"I read books and watched films and listened to music. I cried, I got drunk, I talked to God and I, I doubted if he was even there."

"Did you sin?" you asked, almost whispering.

"Everyone sins," he replied with a shrug. "I just sinned two minutes ago when I said 'fuck' inside a church- Oh, there we go, just did it again."

You smiled before leaning your body towards him. "I mean did you... sin. Like, sin sin. Proper sin.”

He eyed you curiously. "Why do you ask?"

You paused. "I don't know. Maybe because... If I know a priest can commit sin and still consider himself good, I might be able to forgive myself too."

"Forgive yourself for what?"

"For sinning. Keep up, Father."

He smiled, then swallowed, his jaw flexing as he was thinking.

"I suppose it's subjective," he finally said. "The bible says if you repent, you can pretty much be forgiven for anything. But forgiving yourself, that's... different. I mean, it depends what you did; if I break commandment three then of course I can forgive myself. Six, on the other hand..."

You stared at him blankly.

"The ten commandments...?"

"Rings a bell."

He dropped his head and laughed, before throwing it back and looking up at the ceiling. "Okay. One: You shall have no other Gods before me."

"Self explanatory."

"Yep. As is two: Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven images. Don't worship false idols. Three: Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain. And four: Remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy."

"What's five?"

You couldn't believe you were actually finding this interesting. But perhaps it wasn't the subject itself, but the way he spoke about it. How easily the knowledge poured off his tongue, how you were so close you could practically see the words coming up his throat.

"Honour your father and mother."

You rolled your eyes and blew a raspberry, making him chuckle.

"Six is thou shalt not kill, and seven is-"

"Seven is...?"

He cleared his throat, glancing at you, then down to his hands. "Seven is thou shalt not commit adultery."

Suddenly, seven was your least favourite number; sharp and angular like a blade. The words hung in the air between you, and you could almost feel Alfie's lips on your skin, like a bruise, an entirely unwelcome souvenir.

"Eight is thou shalt not steal," he continued. "Nine is thou shalt not bear false witness. Which just means don't lie."

Now you hated the number nine too.

"And finally ten: Thou Shalt Not Covet."

"Covet like... want something?"

"It's a little more specific than that. To covet means to desire something that belongs to someone else."

You bit the inside of your cheek before looking at him. "Does it count if the thing you desire... belongs to God?"

He met your gaze, from the corner of his eye at first, before turning his head to face you properly. "You desire something that belongs to God?"

You had never met anyone so all-consuming before, so utterly captivating that you could feel it in your bones. Drawing you to him. It was in the way he spoke to you, like he'd figured out exactly how you worked; cracked you open and found an instruction manual carved into the wrong side of your skin. You wanted to do that to him; to know him so well that he could feel you in his marrow.

"Ellis," he said softly, snapping you out of your daze. "You have to stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm not a priest. And like you don't have a boyfriend."

The air seemed to evaporate from your chest, your mouth falling open slightly with a gentle gasp. "I- I didn't... I was- I'm sorry I- I didn't even realise I was- I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable-"

"You don't. It doesn't." He rose to his feet. "Therein lies the problem."

"Problem?"

He turned to face you and began walking backwards down the aisle. "You came to me seeking salvation. That has to remain at the forefront."

You stood up too and began to follow him. "As opposed to...?"

He stopped when you caught up to him, causing you to bump into his chest. The last time you were face to face like this was at the boot of his car, when you could have sworn he was going to reach out and touch you, perhaps even lean in for a kiss. You'd been wrong then. But this time you weren't so sure.

"As opposed to what, Father?"

He inhaled slowly, looking down at you with heavy lids. "The Lord can be cruel, and it's not always clear why. Sometimes it's up to us to forgive him."

You furrowed your brow in confusion. "What passage is that?"

"That wasn't the bible, that was me."

"Oh." You shook your head. "Okay, well, what do you mean by that?"

"I mean I think he sent you to me. God."

"Why?"

"Because of all the churches, you just had to walk into mine."

"Do you wish I hadn't?"

"I'm starting to."

You had never felt such a guttural urge to scream before, but when your phone began to ring in your pocket, it took all your might just to keep your mouth shut. You shoved your hand into your pocket and ripped out your phone, looking down at the screen, then back up to him.

"It's my sister," you breathed. "I- I can't ignore this, she never calls..."

He held his hands up in surrender before gesturing to you to take it.

"Hello?" you said, pressing the phone reluctantly to your ear.

"Were you being honest this afternoon when you said your friend was a priest?"

"Yes, I was," you replied with a frustrated sigh, glancing up at him, like you were scared he would disappear if you took your eyes off him for too long.

"The priest at St Augustine's?" Mara asked, her tone as snippy as ever.

"Yes."

"Could you ask him if he'll christen Soleil?"

"Could I- You're calling me to ask if- Are you jok-"

"I can," said Father Benedict, able to hear her on the other end, interjecting before you completely lost it. "I can do that. Just have her come to mass on Sunday and I'll talk to her about it then."

You let out a huff. "Did you hear that, Mara?"

"I did. Tell him I said thanks. Oh and-"

"Yeah, okay." You hung up and stuffed the phone back in your pocket, able to feel the annoyance heating up your cheeks. "She only wants her baptised so she can put her in that fucking catholic school by the town centre. Fucking hell! Of all the moments to-"

"It's okay," he said softly. "We should probably go, anyway."

"But we-"

"We should probably go," he repeated, slightly more sternly, before turning on his heels and making his way towards the exit.

Part 5: Sacrifice

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