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va1entinesg4l · 7 months

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you’re my fucking star

pairing: charles leclerc x model!reader

summary: what happens when Charles meets his celebrity crush?

warning: tiny bit of fluff, f! receiving, slight breeding kink

Charles always had his eye on you. Even during his teenage years, watching you grow up to be a model. In interviews, he’s mentioned having a crush on you, how he’d wish to meet you. He’s been to a few shows to watch you, you were absolutely stunning. He’s even bought a few magazines that has you on the cover.

He was staring again, a Nova Cora crêpe satin dress made by Vivienne Westwood hugging your curves perfectly, your hair flowing down your shoulders, your smile lighting the room up. He takes notice of every single detail about you.

The party was at the Mclaren driver’s house and you were invited. Lando and you had been childhood best friends and he always invited you to watch his races which to everyone’s surprise, they figured you were both dating which made Charles’s blood boil.

“You alright, mate?” Charles snaps out of his trance when he heard Carlos’s voice, turning around to see him handing a glass of champagne.

“M’ fine.” Charles grumps as he downs his champagne, keeping his sharp gaze on you when Lando comes from behind, placing a palm on your back.

Carlos shrugs at his grumpiness before heading off for another glass of champagne. Charles was left in his thoughts, wondering if he should make a move.

You could feel Charles’s gaze burning a hole through you, little did he know. Lando knew that he had a thing for you but he never says anything about it. You excuse yourself from the conversation as you head to the restroom and Charles took that opportunity to follow you.

Your heart slightly jumps when you see Charles leaning against the wall, straightening his back when he sees you come out of the bathroom.

He clears his throat, “Sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you. I was just-”

“Following me?”

Charles’s cheek burn with embarrassment, quickly denying the fact that he was following and watching you. You smile at his expression, ‘cute’ you thought.

“I just need to use to restroom as well.” What a shit lie, Charles. He mentally curses in French, making you giggle. “At the women’s bathroom?”

“N-No, I um. I wanted to ask if you’d join me for dinner tomorrow night.” Charles was nervous, it might seem a little rushed, considering he followed you to the bathroom just to ask you out, he could’ve waited till the night ended but he didn’t.

Your heart flutters in surprise and so did your answer.

“I’d love to, Charles.” Charles couldn’t help but let out a sheepish smile, his heart feeling giddy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night then.” He smiles before you give him a nod, walking back to the crowd as he watches the way your body moves.

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It was the night you were having dinner with Charles. You liked Charles, more than you expected. Those sneaky glances he gave when he thought you wouldn’t notice, those nice gestures he made whenever he tried to impress you.

You felt the same way he did, ever since he made his debut in formula 2. The first time you actually met him was when Lando won his first podium, everyone was rushing to take pictures of him, bumping into each other when you bumped into Charles, a digital camera of yours that you dearly loved slipping from your hands.

It broke and Charles couldn’t help but feel bad. You shrugged it off saying it was fine but Charles insisted on buying a new one for you, which he did.

He left it for you in the Mclaren garage, a small apology note that wrote,

‘sorry for breaking your camera, hope this one fills new memories, C.L.’

Reading that note instantly made you fell for him. You never told anyone, not even Lando.

You arrive at the restaurant Charles insisted on going, walking inside as you glance around to look for him. There he was.

The sight of him wearing a suit with those glasses made your clit throb, you kept a straight face before walking over to him. He sees you and his smile beams, he gets up from his seat, pulling your chair out for you to sit.

You smile, giving him a small thanks as he sits down as well.

“tu es magnifique..” you look beautiful. He mutters, his gaze taking every inch of you, his heart pounding in his chest.

“tu es beau toi-même.” you look handsome yourself. Charles stops, looking at you in surprise. He didn’t expect you to speak French. “You speak French?” He grins.

You laugh softly with a nod, shrugging. “You could say that.”

Charles lets out another grin, the love of his life a gorgeous woman who spoke French as well, you have him on a tight leash.

This is going to be a long night.

You were glad dinner went well with Charles tonight. You both spoke about your dreams, your hobbies, your careers, anything to know about each other. You listened to him explain about his love for driving, how it’s because of his late father.

You were both on the way back to his apartment, the ride silent as the soft music plays through the radio.

Charles sneaks a glance when he notices the way you bit your lip, the way your thighs were clenched. Blood rushing straight to his cock. He keeps his attention to the road, his mind filled with the thoughts of fucking you.

He parked his car in the driveway, opening the car door for you as he leads you inside his apartment. It was comfy, there were pictures of him hung up on the wall. His trophies arranged nicely on the cabinet.

He watches the way your hips move and he swallows hard, trying his best not to bend you over the couch and fuck you.

“Do you want anything to drink?” He asks and you shake your head, “I’m alright, thanks.”

Your breathing becomes shaky when you face Charles, his body moving towards yours as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and you swore you felt his hard cock pressed against your clothed pussy.

“Charles..” you whisper, your breath hitting his.

“Hm?” his eyes find yours, his fingers sliding down your back, goosebumps starting to form on your skin. He’s wanted this for years, to touch you, to taste you.

“Fuck me, Charles.”

That’s all he wanted to hear. He lifts you up, your legs wrapped around his waist before he lays you down on the couch, pulling your legs apart before he starts kissing the insides of your thighs.

His nose nudges your clothed pussy before he rips your panties off, sucking on your clit.

You throw your head back, letting out pornographic moans as he continues to lick your pussy.

“So fucking sweet.” He murmurs, sucking harder which makes you clamp your thighs around his head but his hands keeps a firm grip on them to hold you down.

You were a whimpering mess, so close to coming. Charles then slides in two fingers and you moan, gripping his hair tighter before he groans. He could feel you clenching around his fingers and it only takes five seconds for you to cum when he whispers.

“Come for me, jolie fille.” pretty girl. And you do, your cum dripping down his fingers and he licks them clean, groaning at how sweet you taste. “So sweet, baby.”

Charles then undos his pants, letting it drop to the floor. His cock hard, the tip red and swollen before he slides inside of your slick, wet pussy. “Charles!” you gasp, shutting your eyes as he starts to fucks you.

“You’re so fucking tight, mon ange.” my angel. He pants out, his glasses fogging up made him look hotter and you lean in, smashing your lips against his, his tongue slipping in to taste you.

You both were close to coming, the sound of your skins slapping filled the room. Charles couldn’t take it anymore as he whimpers out.

“Cum for me, baby.” You let out a cry of pleasure, arching your back as you finally cum. His cum shooting inside of you, loading your pussy up.

He kisses your forehead gently before holding you in his arms, both your breaths heavy when he whispers.

“I think I’m in love.”

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hope you guys enjoyed it!!

#charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #formula one

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yeri-luvr · 1 month

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TUNNEL VISION

pair: idol!sana x high fashion model!reader

wc: 3k

includes: alcohol consumption, scissoring, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation

Sana was ready to hit the bed as soon as she arrived at her 5-star hotel, but there was no time for her own plans since she had to attend fashion week.

She could curse her managers for making her arrive in Italy 3 hours before the show started, but she can’t lie she still held the excitement she always had when going to a foreign country.

Milan held Sanas favorite gelato shop, a vivienne westwood boutique she shopped in every visit, and perhaps beautiful models she never forgot to pick up after certain events.

What got sana through her hair, makeup and styling process was the possibility of an after party, or planning on the side quests she’d attend to during her free time.

Luckily, Sana had a love for fashion and was grateful to attend such events. The notable pieces of fabric piqued her interest every single time, and sometimes a pretty model would catch her attention.

Skimming down an outfit that captivated her, she failed to notice the face that adorned the clothing.

You had a face that kept her focused longer than any other model that walked the same stage. The clothes you were modeling were easily shadowed by your beauty and the rbf you displayed didnt help shift her focus back to your clothes. Easy enough to say, Sana was hooked.

It felt like you were off the stage quicker than you got on, and Sana regretted wasting her time focusing on other outfits you shared the stage with, but was grateful you caught her eye last second.

All she could do was hope to run into you somewhere else, maybe somewhere along the streets of Milan or even better, an after party.

The rest of the show was a bore for her thanks to you. She believes her eyes wandered around the room 10 times, checked her nails 5 times, and thought about you even more times before the show came to a close with the designer thanking everyone for their attendance.

Stepping out of the event was less of a hassle compared to when she arrived since most fans dissipated, except the ones who stayed till the end of the event in hopes of seeing Sana once again. Per usual, she waves towards fans, thanking some for showing out and supporting her, and finally steps into the black SUV that would take her to her next run in with you.

You on the other hand were on cloud 9. Yeah, modeling was fun and a passion you’ve been pursuing for about 3 years, but you thought the scene that came with it was even better. Your timeless features paired along with the duality of your runway walks led you to being on the front cover of magazines, opening luxurious fashion shows, and an extravagant lifestyle you’ve yearned for since you were a little girl.

Getting off the catwalk was a relief since you were able to finally slip off your heels and your mood suddenly lifted once you remembered your planned whereabouts after this.

Stepping into the function was like a reward along with the champagne that was served to you right at the entrance. This was a playground for socialites, networking, and public figures mingling with others on the same level as them. You on the other hand did not come for networking or mingling with other well -known people, but for the free drinks and a good time with your small circle.

You usually don’t find yourself sharing a bed after nights like this, but you weren’t opposed to the idea either, you typically just went with the flow.

Heading back towards you friend group after grabbing a shot from the bar, you slowed your pace once you notice the unfamiliar face next to one of your closest friends. She calls out, “Y/N! Come here, I want you to meet someone.” You barely process what your friend says, instead focusing on the girl you’ve never seen before. Her hair had slight waves with one side tucked behind her ear that exposed her sharp yet soft jawline, and her eyes pierced yours as if she was waiting for your arrival. Sliding in the booth, you turn to the unknown girl and push your hand forward, “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you!” She takes your hand and smiles, “I’m sana, you looked great on the runway earlier today!”.

It was hard to find your words when she was giving you such an endearing smile, making you focus on her pink lips that were recently coated with lip gloss. Shaking out of your trance, you realized how familiar the name sounded.

Your friends head peaked out behind Sanas, “Shes in that girl group I told you about how much I love, Twice! Remember?” That made your eyes light up and turn back to Sana, equally excited as much as your friend was.

“You don’t understand how much she talks about you guys. We were recently talking about flying out to Japan to go see you perform!”

Making further conversation with the girl came easy, you two were both interested in each other’s careers, sparking many questions and soon enough compliments that couldn’t be avoided due to each other’s flirtatious personalities. You couldn’t help but feel as if you stole Sana away from your best friend, but that became the least of your worries when you saw her drunk crying and being consoled by one of your other friends.

Sana soon put her open palm towards you wordlessly and after putting your hand in hers she leads you to the main dance floor. The heat radiating from the group of people dancing did not bother either of you since you two were wrapped up in each other’s worlds. The song, sensual but upbeat, lead your back to her front and your hips swaying side to side against her. You were thankful you had made a friend who didn’t mind being touchy, but it made you wonder if that would end in you guys becoming a one night stand.

You didn’t push the idea away and instead found yourself wanting it to manifest into reality. This urged you to turn back around to face sana and wrap your arms around her neck.

The red strobe lights made her look like the devil in disguise, a sin to indulge in, and a face you wished to see more often. You find yourself becoming grateful your friend ran into her and introduced her to you, or else you wouldn’t have been able to see her face leaning in towards you, making her forehead come in contact with yours.

Your eyes trail down to her lips and once you look back up into her eyes, hers are already focused in on your lips.

You kissed her with only your liquid encouragement and a dream, but in your favor she returns the kiss with even more assertiveness. Remembering that you’re out in plain sight, you pull away leaving sana to chase your lips, but you pulling away made her come back to her senses and realize her whereabouts.

“My place or yours?” You get out as quickly as you can. Sanas quick to decide on her place and calls up her driver to get you out of the club and onto her bed.

Ushering you out of the place, Sana grips your hand and pulls you towards where her driver was waiting. Thankfully, no fans or paparazzi were there due to the late hour. Getting out of the club was not that difficult, but sitting next to sana for a whole 15 minute ride to her hotel was hard. She was scrolling through her phone while dragging her hand up and down your thigh, too close for comfort as if it was nothing.

The car ride felt agonizingly slow as her hand built up your anticipation, leaving you resisting the urge to cross your legs. Sana took notice when you suddenly tensed up, all she did was smile knowingly.

It felt like the car barely came to a stop when Sana dragged you out the car. You didn’t notice you arrived at the hotel because of your hazy state, trying to focus on everything but Sanas hand on you the whole ride.

You let her guide you since you were unfamiliar with the place. She seemed to glide smoothly and kept her resilience impressively. You wondered if she had gotten soaked as much as you had. The thought made you flush, thinking of her seeing how wet you had gotten embarrassed you a bit.

This was a foreign feeling since you were always the most confident one in any hook up. You’ve never met someone who chipped away at your confidence and made you feel the need to submit. Sanas classiness didn’t falter once all the while she was the one doing all the touching.

She remained calm as she opened the door to her room, lead you to her bed and motioned for you to sit down on it. It made you eager to find out what was to come next.

“I’ve been eyeing you since the show,” To Sana, it was like tunnel vision. That whole day, she chose to barely acknowledge anyone who wasn’t you. Besides your friend, she exchanged pleasantries with her but that was all because she saw you come in with her.

Her hand tucking the hairs that framed your face behind your ears, she finds comfort in sitting on your lap and pushing you back by your shoulders.

No words needed to be exchanged when her hands reached for the zipper of your dress and effortlessly dragged it off. She follows suit and feels like she has just opened a christmas present.

Her eyes trail down from your face to your bra, eyeing the lace detailing that kissed your skin. Your panties left drenched with her to blame, she eyes the wet spot

You unwillingly boosting her ego, Sana took pride in managing to get you so wet with barely any work. When she started moving her hips on top of your heat, you were already whimpering so lightly that your deep breaths were heard more. She grips onto your shoulders as she lowers her upper body onto yours and was disappointed as she felt the fabric of your bras blocking contact from each other.

Removing hers then yours, she’s pleased with the feeling of your bare nipples rubbing against hers along with her hips rotating on top of you. You felt constricted as she used you for her own pleasure, almost feeling like a doll with the way she humped you.

She felt your nails lightly scratching her sides, they had a sense of urgency, begging for more of her attention. She puts your hands to a stop and places your fingers in her mouth. You look at her fascinated while she works her tongue up and down along your skin. She pulls them out with a pop and removes the rest of your garments.

She brings your two wet fingers onto her core and helps herself by dragging her lips along them, back and forth.

You glided over her clit, making her breath hitch but not making her stop. The tip of your fingers met her hole, leading sana to tease her entrance with your own hand.

You barely felt like you were alive, almost in a trance like state. You didn’t notice her hands placing yours besides your head followed by the feeling of warmth where your cunt was practically leaking. Your back arched as your clit came in contact with the girl on top of you. All you could focus was on Sana, you couldn’t pay attention to anything else but her face showcasing pure ecstasy and the sound of her slick mixing with yours.

Your legs felt like they were in a jumbled mess, but everything else felt just right. The feeling of sana moving back down for her breast to make contact with yours, her tongue searching for yours along your lips and her fingers sliding down between the two of you to feel how wet you were against each other.

Her moans were raspy and were drowned by your lips over hers. You break apart the kiss to breath since everything was overwhelming. You tried to voice out your words and what you wanted to say to her, but all that came out were hyperventilated breaths and incoherent sentences.

“Shh, breath baby. it’s okay, I’ve got you.” Sana cradles your face and slows down her movement. You whine when the pace slows down and you finally catch your breath “Go faster please, I promise I can take it.” She contemplated for a few seconds then picked back up her pace. Her muscles burned but she didn’t mind, she was glad to do the work while she got the perfect view of you falling apart.

Sana could’ve gotten off just by the faces you were making under her. She wouldn’t be surprised if the neighboring hotel guest heard you, but she didn’t care and was glad you didn’t hold your noises back.

You reaching the edge purely by clit stimulation wasn’t what you had expected, but here you are clutching sanas wrist up to your chest. “Fuck- I’m so close, don’t stop.” You proceed to move your hips upwards, chasing your high and taking sanas thumb into your mouth. You used her thumb to silence yourself, truly believing you were going to scream once you came under Sana.

Sana was fascinated by how easy it was to glide herself on you due to how much more wet you got right before cumming. She focused on grinding her hips down harder against you, making the pressure against your clit just enough to bring you over the edge. Sana kept her movements up, not slowing down as she focused on finishing herself on you.

You were limp on the bed as she continued using you to get herself off. You never came that hard before just by scissoring, and you were on the brink of tears as she slowed down against you.

Sana leaned down and kissed the tears that fell due to the overstimulation you felt. Feeling like that wasn’t enough for you, she made her way down your body and arched her back to come face to face with your pussy. It was a mistake looking down and seeing the view in front of you.

Her face was in front of your pussy that was once again being played with by her fingers, softly drawing circles on your puffy clit while she eyed down the milky liquid coming out of you.

Her tongue went straight to work at your hole, savoring the taste of you once your slick was welcomed into her mouth. Licking away at your entrance, sana closed her eyes and sighed getting lost on your taste.

You began whining for the nth time, realizing she was probably pussy drunk with the way she didn’t notice your hand pushing her head away. Her ministrations didn’t stop there and she continued to help herself by eating you up.

It’s almost as if she enjoyed bringing you to tears, you laid there on the bed once again crying for her. You tried your best to take it all, her persistent licking on your sensitive bud, two of her fingers pistoling in and out of you, and her deep groans that vibrated against you.

The familiar liquid that came out of you motivated sana to keep going. She chased the taste of you and the way your legs shook around her head almost made her want to keep going once you came again.

She focused on hitting the spongy spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arch.

What brought you to the edge was her her lips wrapped around your clit, switching between sucking on the bud and circling her tongue around it. Your senses were fucked up and you needed to grab onto anything to keep you grounded, which unbeknownst to you, made you grab her hair.

She groaned while attached to your pearl at the feeling of you tugging at her hair. Leaving her tongue out for you to grind on, she watches as you get lost on the feeling of her.

Sana let’s herself have a little more fun with you by cleaning up your slick, her tongue tracing patterns along your spent hole and not shying away from your bundle of nerves.

You truly did not have the energy to move yourself away or to bring her to a stop. Your makeup had to be ruined by now due to the amount of times you had already cried that night, but your tears felt uncontrollable while she licked away as if she hadn’t already pushed you beyond your limits.

Opening your eyes, you’re met with the view of her licking your juices off of her fingers, one by one. The sight made you close your eyes, knowing if you continued to watch you’ll get horny all over again, and it was better off that way since your sensitive cunt couldn’t take her anymore.

Going up to your body, Sana peppers delicate kisses over your collarbone making goosebumps arise. You two laid there in silence with you finding comfort on top of Sanas chest, the rhythmic beating of her heart lulling you you to rest.

Waking up left you disappointed once you realized that Sana was not in bed with you. You’ve been through this routine a good amount of times by now, what’s the difference now?

You tried to remind yourself how you shouldn’t have expected any different from Sana but the thought of waking up besides each other, getting breakfast and exploring the city was an experience you wanted to share with the girl to get to know her better. In the process of picking up your thrown garments you notice a piece of paper on top of the bedside table. Picking it up, you read the written text with the prettiest handwriting you’ve ever seen,

��I pushed the checkout till 2 in the afternoon so you can rest up longer. If you’re ever in Korea, text me (xxxxxxxxx)”

Feeling relief and excitement, you smile to yourself knowing you’ll reconnect with the girl who left a lasting impression.

#girl group smut #twice x reader #twice imagines #sana imagines #sana smut #twice sana #sana x reader #twice smut

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acidinduceddaydreams · 3 months

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Skz corrupting reader Pt 2 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

Synopsis: ot8 corrupting innocent crybaby reader slowly but surely. Again.

Part 1 here

Warnings: dub/con corruption kink; big time; mean skz bc i want them all to bully me so badly; unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it folks; anal; spit; hair pulling; reader is really Innocent and really dumb; cries a lot too; kind of leans in to age play but never really gets that far; humiliation kink; daddy kink; deepthroating.

a/n: thank you to @vivienne-sim @skzskzskzskzskzskzskzzzz @gnab-nahc for requesting a part 2💗

The boys suggesting you all watch a movie that’s more mature and you’re not up for it but do it anyway because your best friends are very convincing. In one of the more raunchy scenes a girl gets slapped during a make out session. Why did that do something to you? Why did it make you feel good down there? You sat in binnie’s lap and all the boys definitely saw the way you tensed up, sharing knowing glances.

When you watch the two main characters kiss this time and were about to cover your eyes binnie stops you right there.”What did we say about being shy sweetheart?” “Here we’ll teach you.” Hyunjin piped up next to you. You didn’t want to protest. You wanted to feel his lips on yours. Maybe you weren’t so innocent after all. His pillowy lips were rough against yours. It felt almost like all the pent up sexual energy you caused them was going to manifest in them being rough and having their way with you. You didn’t know what to do when his tongue slid in to explore your mouth but you knew you didn’t want it to stop.

Suddenly you were being passed from Changbin’s lap into Seungmin’s. Laying on Seungmin’s lap you accidentally exposed your panties to him while still being in shock, head fuzzy from your very first kiss. Hyunjin’s smirk made your tummy fill with butterflies. Seungmin’s dick hardened instantly when he saw your bright blue and pink hello kitty underwear. He wanted to ruin you. “Wow puppy, is that really what you’re wearing.” He says between laughs. “I didn’t think I was friends with such a baby.” The blood rushed to your cheeks but made you feel wet. Why are they making you feel so naughty?

You couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. You were embarrassed and utterly humiliated. Before you knew it you hot fat tears rolled down your cheeks. Trying to defend your childish choice of underwear and failing miserably. Suddenly being made to keep quiet by Seungmin’s fingers in your mouth. “Shut up. Do you ever stop crying?” His hands never caught your eyes until now. They were so long, so perfect. You needed more of them, now. “Minnie” you say muffled against his fingers. “Need more.” Fuck why were you so needy? Why did your existence have to turn them on? Why was their innocent friend looking ready to be ruined?

“Oh sweet girl, what a slut you are. Only for us.” Jisung piped up. Felix’s smirk growing wider. “We’re going to fucking ruin you.” The feeling of your hair being harshly tugged on made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Cupcake, do you know what a safe word is?” Minho questioned you. “Yes.” You let out shakily as his grip on your hair tightened. “What do you want yours to be?” After a while it came to you. “Gummy bear.” Even though your safe word was just as childish as you were it was still a safe word all the guys took very seriously. Making sure they all heard and registered it before continuing. Tilting your head harder so you could face his mouth directly, your mouth automatically widened seeing his spit leave his mouth wanting it all to land in yours. “Good little slut.” He chuckled. While you were stuck in your own little euphoria Seungmin was still staring at your panties. You were soaked and your nimble little underwear did nothing to hide it. He hooked his fingers through the sides of your panties and slid it down your legs.

You still had your light pink sweater and frilly skirt on. White knee high socks added to your overall look. Even though your clothes were still on the removal of your panties left you cold and eight pairs of eyes staring at your princess parts made you feel very shy. “Fuck, pretty. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Changbin broke the silence. “She’s a beauty.” You heard Chan say. You tried to cover your lower area to no avail. Your hands were immediately swatted away by someone else’s. You were so shy and their comments didn’t help with the blood rushing to your cheeks.

You needed more than just their eyes on you. “Please, need some friction.” That was all the affirmation they needed to get to work on ruining your innocence. Your skirt was the first to go, landing somewhere on the floor. Eight pairs of hands were on you. Exploring your half naked body. Your sweater was being removed now. “Lift your head for Jinnie, angel.” Jeongin uttered. You did as you were told. You always did with them. “Please.” “What are you begging for, sunshine?” Felix questioned. “Need you all to make me feel good.” They all seemed to chuckle at that. “And how would we do that, little one?” “Touch me, please?” “Our pretty baby doll isn’t as innocent as she seems, hmm?” Chan said in a mocking tone watching your little hole clench. “Shit, she liked that. What else do you like, honey? We’re here to make it happen.” Seungmin answered for you “The bitch liked it when that girl got slapped, bet she likes that too.” The hot sting from his hand on your cheek cause tears to fall but man did it feel so good. The moan you let out was all they needed to know.

Eight hands were exploring every inch of your body. The sounds you were letting out were warranted since you’ve never felt this before though that didn’t stop your friends from being so irritated with all your whining. “Now the crybaby will finally shut up.” Jeongin said as he shoved his now very hard cock down your throat without warning or prep. He barely fit before the tears in your eyes started again. He was just so long. As Jeongin was abusing your little throat you were allowed some time to breathe when he repositioned you to be on all fours. Chan sliding in underneath you wrapped his hands around you upper back to remove your thankfully less childish bra. “Hey bubs.” He finally let out. “Hi Channie.” “We’re gonna make you feel good m’kay?” “If it hurts just tell daddy, sweet girl.” Daddy? That was almost all you needed to cum untouched right then and there. You looked down. He’s huge. You couldn’t believe that he was going to break your little hole. As he slid in you had to grip down hard on his shoulders. Jeongin still abusing your throat. As Chris started moving Jeongin’s load was shot down your throat. He pulled out a little for some of it to land on your tongue. “Don’t even think about swallowing yet, angel.” Felix’s face replaced Jeongin’s pelvis near your face. You two started making out. Exchanging Jeongin’s cum and spit. Felix stopped to allow you to catch your breath. Chin messy, lips puffy. “Put it all in my mouth, sweetheart.” You did just that, pooling up all of the mixed saliva and cum into Felix’s mouth. Just for him to spit it out onto your tits.

Chan started moving in and out at a slow pace for you to get used to once he laid you out on you back. Eventually speeding up. The pleasure was almost too much. You felt like you were going to burst… or pee. You hadn’t ever felt this knot in your stomach. “Daddy, stop it feels so good, but I need to pee really bad.” “Dumb baby, you don’t need to pee it’s called cum.” Seungmin said giving you another harsh slap. This time to both your tits. “Dada, I’m cumming.” “Cum for me, little one. Make daddy’s cock dirty.” The knot in your tummy broke leaving you to ride out your high while Chan was still pounding into you. His cum coating your wall white. “Fuck, fuck, baby see what you’re doing to us.” You turn to see all the other guys ready to bust their loads. Binnie came first. His shooting hot cum landing on your tummy. Hyunjin was next. Landing his cum in your hair, ruining your two plaits. “Fuck, lovely” Lixie was next cumming on your tits. He loved painting them apparently. Jisung and Minho were helping each other with their hands. Cum from both of them landing right on your face. It was hot and sticky. You felt naughty. Still not believing what you and your best friends had just done. Head too floaty to think. “Daddy, can we do that again.” “Sure, but not now little girl. You need rest. Your body must be so exhausted.” “Let’s clean you up, hmm?”

You were almost fully asleep when you felt yourself being placed in a bath tub. Hyunjin sitting on the edge, ready to wash your hair. Then you were out. “We love you, our pretty baby.”

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so it goes | jack hughes

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jack hughes had thin curtains. you would think that a 22 year old millionaire would invest in good curtains, but alas here you were. the sun shone into his room, and you could do nothing but groan as rays of warm light illuminated your face and his.

you swore jack was a cat with how completely unbothered he was all the time. he’d happily lay and soak up the sun, not bothering to twist away from the light now encasing the room. you look over to your daughter, who slept exactly like her father. leighton was sprawled out on her back, completely content as the sun shone off her.

“you need better curtains,” you mumble, too awake now to fall back asleep. jack snores lightly in response, and so you move to drape one of leightons baby blankets over the top of her bassinet to help shield her from the light.

“where u goi-ing?” jack's speech is slurred, and you watch with butterflies as he stretches out across his bed and paws at the empty space where you once were resting. It felt wrong to want him. nothing had happened last night, and yet you were wanting him as if it were two years ago and you hadn’t broken up with him. you wish one of you had been smarter and been the first one to pick up the phone.

speaking of phones, you pick up yours only to see a slew of messages from friends. you click on claudia's first, and your heart immediately drops.

claudia: i think vivienne was talking about you and jack on her podcast??

claudia: idk she said Jack may have cheated and now ppl are going crazyy

claudia: this is genuinely insane when I catch vivienne…

you: did she mention my name?? did she say anything about leighton ?

you wander out into the kitchen, perching on an island stool with your lip between your teeth.

claudia: link

claudia: no she didn’t drop names but people are digging. some of jack's fans on twitter are putting the pieces together and speculating that you're the ex but it hasn’t gotten out yet.

you: wtf

as soon as you send the last message your phone rings with a call. “hello?”

“what are we going to do about this?” claudia's voice rings out through my speaker and you hastily turn the volume down.

“well, there's not much that I can do right now”

“uh, you can sue her ass! hello!”

“sue her for what?

“i don’t know… defamation?” you put claudia on speaker and then swipe up on the call. you do a quick search on twitter, and by screenshots and transcripts it's clear the podcast was solely focuses on jack and whether or not he cheated. “i’m not going to sue her,” you sigh and claudia groans in annoyance.

“why not?”

you take a second and pause, “well if i sue her everybody would know that i was the ex and also, i don’t even think there’s legal grounds for-”

“okay jack can sue,”

“i don’t think anyone needs to sue,” you reply, setting your phone on the countertop so that you can make yourself a coffee. hopefully jack had some pain meds because your head was starting to throb…

“i’ll talk to Jack about it, but things like this go away. i’m not going to risk leighton getting exposed to crazy fans and to be subjected to vivienne's publicity”

“vivienne has already damaged that little girl's life,”

“and so I'm not going to let her do anything else! if vivienne speaks on leighton then i'll look into my legal options. but no, i'm not going to let her get any more of my time. i need to focus on my daughter, and my family, so if some influencer wants to go on the internet spreading lies then so be it! i’m done with her. I can’t handle any more than i already have,”

claudia's silent on the line and for a brief second you're afraid she’s hung up the phone. “claudia…?”

“she’s going to get her karma. she can’t be let off the hook forever”

“oh, trust she will. but i’m not going to have a hand in it,”

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user02 we know what u did!!!

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user04 jacks heart?? the tag?? is this his ex gf

user05 wait what

user06 claudia is yn’s friend! they both follow each other

user05 maybe yn just modelled?

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when jack found out about the podcast episode he was beyond pissed off. vivienne telling everyone that he was a cheater was one thing, but spreading those lies knowing that she helped keep him away from his daughter… he had never felt rage quite like it.

“i’m getting lawyers involved,” is all jack says to yn when he passes her phone back to her. “i don't want her speaking about us ever again,” jack’s voice is steady and firm.

“what are you asking the lawyers to do?”

“sue her, make her take down the video, i don't know they’ll find something,” jack rambles, pulling out his own phone from his pocket.

“i just want to make sure that she doesn’t speak about leighton,” you say, deliberately choosing not to say vivienne's name.

jack looks away from his phone to make eye contact with you. “i swear i’ll make sure of it,”

“thank you,” you respond simply, cradling your head in the palm of your hand. when was this nightmare going to end.

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“you’ve got to take the video down,” viviennes manager, louis reiterates for the tenth time.

“well, no” vivienne sasses as she scrolls through her social blade. “it’s pulling in insane numbers i’m not taking it down because of one complaint,”

“lawsuit, it’s a lawsuit vivienne” louis sighs, cursing himself for even taking influencers on as clients.

vivienne sighs dramatically. “i dated jack for months, the video should be my compensation”

“his lawyers want you to sign an NDA,”

“well i’m not signing or taking down anything,”

theres a tense silence for a minute before louis groans in frustration. “he doesn’t want you talking about his kids,”

“kid. singular. he only has the one,”

“can you stop being difficult? you’re going to lose more money than you’ll gain if you don’t just settle with jack. delete the video, and sign the NDA that his lawyers are going to send over,”

“but-”

“but nothing! your brand is dropping next week. if you delete the video now people will be tuned into your next moves,” louis explains his business plan, even though he’s mentally cursing vivienne in his mind.

“fine.” vivienne stubbornly admits defeat as she switches off her social blade and logs into her podcast channel.

⋆ ★

it was the beginning of december now, and jack’s schedule has picked back up now that he was back to playing. as well as the busy schedule, vivienne had finally signed the NDA jacks lawyers had sent over, and with her podcast episode scrubbed from the internet all was well for the moment.

on jack’s days off it wasn’t uncommon to find him at his ex-girlfriends place, which is why when y/n got off work she didn’t bat an eye that jack was chilling on her couch with their baby in his arms.

“did you pay the babysitter?” you ask absentmindedly as you shrug off your coat and let your work bag drop to the ground.

“yes i did! isn’t that right leighton? daddy paid the sitter?” jack coos, eyes never straying from the little girl in his arms. leighton giggles loudly, her little hands smacking at her dads cheeks who grins in delight.

“thank you!” you call out as you round towards the kitchen. “are you staying for dinner?”

jack gets up off the couch and settles himself in the kitchen. leightons little hand grips at her dads shirt, the other tugging on his finger. “do you mind?”

“no,” you reply softly, and when you look up from the pantry you catch eyes with jacks. you immediately feel delighted and delirious at the sight of him (looking handsome) with your girl resting happily in his hold. “leighton, do you want daddy to stay for dinner?”

“dada!” leighton squeaks, and both yours and jack’s heads whip towards the small girl.

“did you just say dada?” jack giggles, his face lit up with pure joy.

“dada!” she says again, wiggling in his grasp.

you gasp, “our baby’s first word!” and rush to be by jack’s side. he looks up at you fondly before using one of his arms to bring you closer to his side. “leighton! say it again, say dada!”

leighton doesn’t respond this time, just giggling happily at her parents' happy words and sounds of encouragement. “she said my name,” jack whispers sappily, and when you look at his face you see tears line his eyes.

“she knows who her daddy is,” you smile tearfully, leaning your head against jack’s who leans his against your chest.

“i’m so happy i get to know her,” jack’s voice is quiet as he gazes at his daughter. he still wasn’t over the fact that he missed your pregnancy and the first few months of leightons life, but hearing his daughter call for him certainly helps ease some of the sadness.

you don’t reply to jack’s comment, knowing that there’s nothing in the world that you can say that would erase any of the past. so instead you brush your hand through jack’s hair, and enjoy the happy moment.

⋆ ★

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user09 saving up as we speak🫂

user10 another influencer brand… we do NOT care!!

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jack’s voice rings out through your phone's speaker, his face half in view as he brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed. you guys were just talking nonsense now - you had both put your daughter to bed a long time ago but jack didn’t get off facetime like you had expected him to.

you were both distracted which if claudia asks, is your excuse for staying on facetime with him so late. because really, you were catching up on work and it just so happens that jack was talking to you in the background.

“do you think if i started reading now then my brain power would double?” jack asks absentmindedly through a mouth full of toothpaste. he spits, “quinns doing it and he says he feels smarter. but i don't know,”

“i don't know about double… but it’d definitely help!” you tease, looking up from your mounds of documents to catch jack pouting at you.

“that's kind of mean!” he replies as he rinses off his tooth brush. “but whatever, what are you doing for the holidays?”

you watch silently as jack pulls his phone off the hotel bathroom counter, and tosses it on his bed. you stare at his hotel room ceiling as you reply, “my parents are going on vacation so i’m just gonna stay here. do you have any plans?”

jack picks up his phone - shirt noticeably gone - before he settles himself in his bed. “my family’s gonna fly in to jersey. quinn’s coming too. it’s just easier with our schedules and luke and i being here already,” he responds, and you nod along to his words. you missed the hughes family. they were so unlike your family growing up. their parents were present and not always gone for work, and it felt so nice to be around siblings who weren’t constantly at each other’s throats.

“that’s really nice,” you hum. “i have a few days off during your break. you should pick a date when we’re both free for your family to meet leighton,”

“mom’s so excited,” jack chuckles. “i keep sending her photos and videos but it’s never enough,”

“your mom’s so sweet,” you smile, leaning your head in your palm as you look at jack. “she texts me everyday just to check in and wish me well,”

jack smiles back, and you would pay any amount to know what he was thinking. “quinn’s excited too. luke keeps teasing him about how he met the baby first,”

you roll your eyes - that was such a luke thing to do - and before you can reply there's a sharp succession of knocks at your door.

“are you expecting someone…?” jack asks with a frown, and you shake your head.

“not that i know off… one second,” you walk towards the front door and if you had brought your phone with you you would have seen the worry and concern etched on jacks face.

you look through your doors peephole, before shouting a quick, “it’s just claudia!” which causes jack to visibly relax.

“just claudia” the woman in question mimics as you finally open the door. “who are you talking to,”

“jack,” you reply, and claudia rolls her eyes dramatically as she pulls her shoes off and wanders over to your phone.

she waves at jack, before telling him that you have to hang up. you barely get a good-bye in when she’s hanging up the call and turning towards you with a grin. “you're still talking to jack? at 9:30pm on a monday…” she teases, and takes your spot at the counter.

“we were putting leighton to bed!” you refute, ignoring the knowing looks your best friend was sending your way.

“uh-huh,” she shakes her head. “you’re unbelievable!”

“no i’m not! that’s my daughter's father! who, by the way… was her first word,”

“yah yah, if auntie c were easier to pronounce she’d call my name first,” claudia laughs before composing herself. “but seriously y/n, you guys broke up for a reason. you can’t just forget all about that now that you see him with the baby,”

“i’m not getting back together with him! it’s different now. we’re just friends,” you defend pathetically, knowing very well that you were already re-developing feelings for your ex.

“i just want you to be careful,” claudia stresses, grabbing a hold of your hands and pulling you into the chair next to her.

“i wasn’t in the right headspace last time. i was insecure and i-”

“he was still liking other people’s posts and staring down models babe, just be careful please,” claudia reiterates.

you nod, knowing that she was ultimately right. “we have better communication now. we’ve grown,”

“whatever you say!” claudia wraps up the conversation, before diving into the reason she actually came over. “okay, but i logged into my photography account and people are starting to connect the dots that you’re, well… you”

“what do you mean?” you question, picking up all of your work documents and placing them back in your bag.

“there’s a few instagram comments speculating. jack left a heart comment on one of my posts about you when you were still dating, and his fans have just found it now. do you want me to go private? delete the comments? i don't know,” claudia explains, pulling up her photography instagram and scrolling through the comment section of said posts.

you think for a minute, before responding simply, “keep it up, i don’t really care”. claudia nods and logs out of the account.

⋆ ★

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drama.alert people have finally received their viv212 hair products after a massive delay in shipment, and unfortunately the product is causing their hair to fallout :/ despite being asked to comment, vivienne nor her team have responded to the accusations. not the best way to start a brand is it? what are you guy’s thoughts?

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user11 whoever buys haircare from an influencer deserves it lowkey🤷‍♀️

user12 yikesss😬 looks like the products were rushed and there wasn’t a lot of time to get the formula right… i hope everyone who lost hair grows it back quickly. what a shame.

user13 i honestly can’t believe she hasn't spoken up yet. the people who bought her products were all fans so this is just soo disappointing. she better apologize and start refunding people soon or she’s going to lose A LOT of loyal fans and viewers.

user14 YUP! this! and did u see the pr reviews? lotss of acting going on lol. you can tell that nobody likes the products and it's obvious as to why! very messy and not good at all.

user15 trevor? wtf are you doing here??😭

user16 he stands on business

user17 trevor is so damn messy liking this im cryingg

user18 who tf is trevor?

user17 jacks best friend lol

user18 ohh that's so nasty..😭

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user19 yeah girl we did get products… AND NOW MY HAIR HAS STARTED TO FALL OUT!

user20 this is so out of touch. you’ve ruined so many peoples hair!! apologize!!!

user20 youve really shown ur true colours lol.

user21 posting this as if u haven't ruined so many of ur fans hair… wow..

user22 ignore all the hate viv! I know u just haven't seen the reviews! take all the time u need to respond <3

user23 bffr she's just money hungry and dgaf if she ruins her fans hair for money. shes weird af

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if you thought work was rough before - with all the bad articles you were given- you weren’t prepared for what was waiting for you on monday. after a peaceful weekend with your babygirl and your best friend claudia, the last thing you were expecting was to receive the worst case you’d ever been assigned.

“y/n, we need you to cover social media drama today,” your boss had said. there were a million headlines rushing through your mind, from small scandals to non-disclosure disputes, you hadn’t even considered you’d be assigned to write about… viviennes new brand.

“i mean, are you fucking kidding me?” you whisper-shout to claudia through the phone. you were pacing inside the girl’s washroom, disbelief written across all your features as you stare perplexed at the folder in your hand. “her brand is making peoples hair fall out. and i have to write about it… this is a joke. this actually can’t be real,”

“are you even allowed to write about her? with jack’s NDA and everything?” claudia asks from the bathroom stall at her work.

“i mean, it was just about leighton and my identity, and the whole jack cheating thing, i don’t think it applies to this,” you're beyond stressing. the story had to be finished by lunch and here you were, pacing the bathroom borderline having a panic attack. “i think i’m going to pass out,”

“okay breathe! breathe!” claudia's voice was loud and clear on the other line. “you’re just going to write the article with indifference, and everythings going to be fine!”

“indifference? she fucking kept jack from finding out about our baby and harassed me?” you seethe, stopping in front of the sink to splash your face with some water. “this article is going to be so biased,”

“regardless of your history, she's an asshole. i mean she’s literally causing people’s hair to fall out,” claudia states, flushing so her coworkers don’t get suspicious of her long bathroom break.

“i’m just going to write it and i’ll call jack once he's out of practice,” you settle, knowing there is really no way out of your work. even if you told your boss you had a history with vivienne and that there was going to be bias, they wouldn’t care. they just wanted the story posted so they’d garner as many clicks as possible since it was going viral right now.

“okay, good luck! love you,” claudia says her goodbyes, and with a quick i love you back, you hang up on your best friend and prepare to write.

⋆ ★

you had called jack after his practice, but with the articles deadline hastily approaching there was nothing you could do to delay writing the article. jack of course understands, offering a quick, “i’m sure she won’t read it anyway,” before he was called back into whatever a hockey job required on the daily.

once the article was published on the newspaper's website, and vivienne hadn’t outright harassed you, you take a deep relieved breath before continuing with the rest of your day.

⋆ ★

of course, vivienne the lurker had seen y/ns article about her hair products. she’s seen every little message and video about the whole situation, and so as tempting as it is to find y/ns number and send her a… compromising video of jack, she resisted. instead, she took her anger out on her manager who insisted she sign an NDA in the first place.

“you made me sign that stupid document! now i can’t even say anything about her! she's slandering my name and brand!” vivienne yells, fuming as she paces around her office. her manager, who was sitting on one of her chairs, rolls his eyes.

“you wouldn’t be able to say anything regardless of the NDA. you know you’re in the wrong with the whole, y/n-jack-baby situation. and plus, lashing out at journalists won’t do you any good when you post your apology,”

“it's not fair!” vivienne whines. “what am i supposed to do? she’s just going to get away with this?”

“your interns and i have worked up a statement for you to record. you should probably try and get ahead of this now before it's too late,” her manager finishes, placing a small packet of papers on vivienne's desk.

“whatever,” she huffs stubbornly, leafing through the small apology packet.

⋆ ★

after a rough two weeks, it was finally time for the rest of the hughes family to meet baby leighton. ellen and jim were beyond ecstatic, carrying armloads of gifts for their granddaughters first holiday season.

the family comes to visit after leightons nap, so for the grand reveal you sit the family down in your living room and bring your daughter to them. “awh… she’s so sweet!” ellen immediately starts to tear up as you slowly place the tired baby in her arms. “leighton baby,” she coos, finger tracing leightons little nose as the baby looks up at her. “she looks just like jack when he wa a baby,”

“she’s perfect, guys,” jim speaks next, gently holding little leightons hand in his larger one.

quinn sits quietly just taking in the sweet moment. he remembers the night jack first called him, panicked and lost about the whole situation. he was just so glad everything was working out for his younger brother, and to see jack become a father? it was surreal.

“i don’t think i want to let her go,” ellen laughs softly as tears spill down her face. jack discretely wipes away his own stray tears as he watches his parents fall in love with his daughter.

“that’s how i felt when i first met her too,” jack laughs weakly as he presses the corner of his sleeve into the corner of his eyes. you stand close behind him, rubbing his back comfortingly and he leans into your touch. every time you were reminded of what happened, you felt such a strong pang of guilt. like it was somehow your fault that jack didn’t get to experience the pregnancy, birth, and first few months of his baby’s life.

ellen passes the baby to her husband, and then slowly makes her way over to you. she holds out her arms, and you easily walk into them. “you did so good,” she says, and all of your feelings bubble to the surface as you softly cry.

“i’m really sorry,” you whisper to her and she only holds you tighter. “i should've tried harder - i thought that he didn't want to be in her life,” you gasp through your tears. ellen squeezes you and whispers reassuringly in your ear. she was always so kind to you and it made you feel sick sometimes - this family loves so thoroughly and effortlessly, something you missed from your own parents.

when your calm enough, you remove yourself from ellens arms. jim was now cuddling leighton and quinn was leaning over his shoulder. luke was teasing jack about something, having already met leighton a long time ago. when jack notices you're no longer hugging his mom, he grabs hold of your hand and gently soothes his thumb across the back of your hand.

you spend the rest of the evening in your apartment surrounded by family.

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jackhughes to many more!❤️

colecaufield did you get the gifts i sent?

ynuser yes! leighton loves all the habs merch!

jackhughes but she loves the devils more!

trevorzegras cant wait to meet her!❤️

_quinnhughes lee is the cutest!❤️

claudia loveee😭😭🫶

user1 happy holiday sweetheart!

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after viviennes less than impressive apology, her fans quickly gave up on the star. people who were only invested in vivienne for the jack hughes drama, grew bored, and angry fans were boycotting viviennes videos and social media platforms to show the influencer their disappointment with her behaviour. she lost thousands of followers, and she was absolutely pissed off.

behind the scenes, her friend emily was fuming. vivienne had promised her a shoutout on her pages in order to boast the girls social blade, and with all the recent drama vivienne kept pushing the dates. so, emily did what she thought was best.

REDDIT SNARK PAGE

user455595654: vivienne aiden sent nasty messages to jack’s ex girlfriend while she was dating him from random instagram accounts. here are some of the tamer ones lol. she drunkenly confessed to me one night and i got her to send me ss to keep as collateral incase she fucks things up as usual. so there's that

jack hated you so bad that he couldn't stand being a father to his child... and you know that he wants to be a dad in the future. gonna make him a dad and send u the pics. know ur worth nothing

he never wanteddd you... and know he doesnt want his baby

happy birthday to your baby! thought i'd send u a message since we know jack's not.

crazy that you get to look at your babygirl and know that she was abandoned. probably hurts

he's all up on me :)

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“did you want to take any of the clothes leightons got for your house?” you ask jack as you fold leightons laundry. jack’s family and friends went a little overboard with the gifts, and so now you were left with dozens of little onesies and clothes in various different team styles.

jack glances over at you and nods, and you can’t help but wonder what’s got him so distracted. he’s barely taken his eyes off his phone in the past half-hour, and even though it was none of your business you were starting to worry.

“do you have any preference?” you follow up, hoping to get at least a response.

“uh,” jack tears his eyes away from his phone and takes a deep breath. “i’ll uh, whatever you think,”

you sit in silence for a moment, thumbing quietly through your daughter's pile of clothes before deciding to question jack. “okay, what’s going on is there-”

“did uh, did vivienne…” you pale immediately at his words as your heart starts racing. “the messages she sent you uh,”

“what-”

“someone posted them online and i just - they got sent to me and i need you to confirm if they’re real of if someones just fucking around,” jack finishes shakily, and you sit in shock as he passes his phone over to you with unsteady hands.

there were so many messages, each taking you back to when you first received them. you remember the panic each time a new one came in, how you kept blocking viviennes accounts and how a new one always replaced it. you nod slowly, and jack breathes in.

“i’m going to- i-” he stutters, cluelessly trying to piece together a coherent plan.

you pass his phone back, and slowly focus your gaze onto jack. his hands are trembling, and his jaw keeps clenching as he scrambles to make sense of what he’s been reading. “why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?”

“i’m sorry,” your voice is quiet and jack has to strain his ears to hear you. the familiar pang of guilt wells up in you again and you so desperately wish that you had just told jack the full truth. that there were dozens of more messages, and that you had been receiving them for much longer than you had let on. that you received instagram follow requests from accounts impersonating your coworkers and friends in attempts to bait you to accept them. you knew vivienne was borderline stalking you, but you didn’t want to worry jack further. you witnessed his reaction to the first batch of messages, how he gagged and cried and blamed himself. you shouldn’t have hid the rest from him, but you didn’t want to be the one to expose him to all the hurtful things you were dealing with. you wanted to put an end to the past and to move on, but it seemed vivienne and whoever was in her close circle were determined to keep you hooked and battered.

“is there anything else? i want to know everything,” jack replies, his hands twisting together as he fidgets. you nod slowly, and jack looks sick with worry as you beckon him to sit down.

you take a deep breath before pulling out your phone. you still had all of viviennes messages saved in your dm requests, and you click on one of her burner accounts. “she uh, sent me these pictures after i had given birth,” you explain with a shaky voice. when you pass over your phone, jack sees all the lewd pictures his ex had sent to you. pictures of the two of them, cropped so you couldn't make out the faces but it was still so blindingly obvious. some of the pictures were tame, jacks back to the camera as he cooked with a simple caption “he’s so sweet to me❤️”. others not so much - dark lingerie, jacks hands wrapped around viviennes body and cupping her boobs. a picture of his head resting against her naked chest, her hand buried in his hair. it went on and on, all with annoying captions talking about how he was hers and that he didn’t want a family.

the worst picture though was of an unused pregnancy test sitting in the palm of viviennes hand, “he’ll love our baby!❤️” .

it took awhile to go through everything, and jack sat unusually quiet as he switches between different message threads. “i, i don’t know what to do,” jack admits after you had showed him everything.

“there’s nothing that you can do,” you reply simply.

“i didn’t get her pregnant,” he states, completely disregarding your reply. “she was just being cruel and trying to bait you or something-”

“jack i know-”

“and you know that if i knew about leighton i wouldn't have abandoned her, and those pictures, i didn’t know she was taking half of them let alone sending them to you, i just-”

you place a hand on jacks arm, silently urging him to stop explaining. “i know,”

“i’m just- learning about all of this for the first time-”

you let your hand trail down jack’s arm, and then you slip your hand into his. you squeeze twice, and then run your thumb along the width of his hand - a habit you picked up when the two of you were dating. jack squeezes back.

you don’t have time to say anything else before leightons soft cries spill out of the baby monitor. “da-da,” she whines, and when you turn to look at the monitor you see her thrashing around in her crib.

“i’ll get her,” jack says with a gentle tone as he squeezes your hand one more time.

you cuddle into your throw blanket, completely and mentally exhausted from the night's events when you hear jack’s soft voice through the monitor.

“i’m always gonna be here for you okay? dada will always be here,”

“i love you my sweet girl, always.”

⋆ ★

he had liked her. he had actually liked vivienne when they were together and the thought makes him feel sick.

jack had first met her two months after his breakup with y/n. it was way too soon in his opinion - but his teammates were relentless and tired of his moping around. so, instead of picking up the phone and dialing y/ns number he had agreed to meet the girl everyone seemed to think would be a good match for him. and she was at first, it was simple and there were no complicated feelings. jack didn’t promise to be anything, and vivienne was fine with that. there was no pressure to stay hidden, they went out and had fun. not that y/n didn't go out, but there was a clear difference between both girls and jack wasn’t mad about it.

that didn’t stop him from thinking about y/n though. he still had a photo album dedicated to their pictures together, and he still had her favourite music neatly organized in one of his playlists. he never deleted the list of her favourite things from his phone, never unpinned the addresses of the new museums, art galleries, and coffee shops they wanted to try. jack hadn't done anything at all, instead he let himself drift and he found some comfort in a girl he wasn’t sure he even understood properly because really, there were two sides to vivienne aiden and jack didn't have a strong grasp on either.

now that he was with y/n again, or at least raising their daughter together, he can’t help but feel the urge to get to know her again. he wanted to do everything a boyfriend would do, but the timing was always wrong. they were parents first now, and it was way too soon to start a relationship up again.

plus, they broke up for a reason. jack would be the first person to admit that he was in the wrong. liking other girl’s picks and lingering on girls in public… meanwhile he had the most amazing girl he’d ever met on his arm. he felt like such a fucking idiot, and ruminating on those facts on the drive back to new jersey seemed like a constant these days. his communication was awful too, not apologizing and not realizing the problems sooner. now he faced those consequences, driving an hour each way to spend time with his daughter. he should be there all the time, or they should be here - whatever.

traffic stalled, and jack sat in uncomfortable silence. no depressing country song would even come close to how awful he was feeling right now. then when he got home he’d be faced with luke and his family, all doped up on all the quality time they were fortunate enough to scrape together between everyone's busy schedules. he was so tired, and everything just seemed to keep piling up. he didn’t want to hide anymore, he was tired of vivienne dictating his life and making y/n feel awful.

therefore a week later with your permission and before jack boarded his flight for his roadie, he posted a simple but effective instagram post.

jackhughes

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jackhughes baby’s first holiday season❤️

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trevorzegras does she love the duck teddies i sent?

colecaufield little love bug🐞

dawson1417 my best girl !

_alexturcotte dads a dad🫡

holtz_10 bring her to the rink when were back

_quinnhughes best duo💯

lhughes_06 tell everyone who her favourite uncle is (it's me)

nicohischier happy holidays!❤️🎄

user24 WHAT THE FUCK?????

user25 JACK?? DAD??? IM SO CONFUSED WTF

user26 this has to be a joke

user27 im crying so hard is he actually a dad?? this is my worst nightmare omfg

user28 congrats on the baby hughes! being a father is hard work but its rewarding!

user29 who’s the mom??? vivienne??

user30 no its 1000% his ex. look jacks name up on twitter and you’ll find all the threads!

user31 omg…

user32 im in disbelief i think i passed out what the ..

user33 this HAS to be yns baby omfg. If u compare the backgrounds of these photos it’s literall her apartment

user34 ? how tf do u know what her apartment looks like?

user33 it’s the same background in her friends pics of her

user34 that sounds genuinely psychotic im sorry!

user35 DAD JACK DAD JACK DAD JACK

everything had already gone viral with vivienne, and there was nothing else for jack to add to the public speculations aside from be truthful. so he worked behind the scenes to protect his family, and made it known he wasn’t hiding or playing anymore.

vivienne got what she deserved, and her career would surely be over with the massive amount of hate she received, and jack knew it too. the countless voicemails she left told him enough, and with every swift delete and the final press of the block button - he felt a massive weight lift of his chest.

#journalist au!#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic #quinn hughes x reader

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anneapocalypse · 1 year

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On Cullen's Earnestness

In my current playthrough of Dragon Age: Inquisition, this one early war table quest caught my eye that I think offers a good bit of insight into Cullen’s character.

In “Truth or Dare: The Imperial Court,” Vivienne alerts Josephine to a letter she’s received from an acquaintance, purporting to “warn” Vivienne of the suspect company she has taken up in joining the Inquisition. The letter reads thus:

My dearest Vivienne,

You cannot have heard the shocking allegations against the Inquisition, or surely you would never have been seen with them. Allow me, as a friend, to open your eyes. People are saying that Divine Justinia is, indeed, alive, but that the Inquisition—her closest advisors and most trusted servants—have orchestrated all this chaos on her orders. That it was Seeker Pentaghast and Sister Nightingale who sabotaged the Conclave in order to eliminate the opposition within the Chantry, and cut off the heads of the mage rebellion and templars in a single stroke. To save your own reputation, you must escape this acquaintance immediately.

With deepest concern, Vicomtesse Elodie de Morreau

In the context of the Game, we may understand that this Vicomtesse, while she may call Vivienne a friend, likely has no great concern for her reputation.

The Inquisition is the horse on which Vivienne is betting in order to better her own position (which is considerably shakier than she lets on, but that’s another post); Vicomtesse Elodie is simply making a different bet. If Vivienne heeds her warnings, and the Inquisition never achieves public favor, then Elodie’s advice was correct and Vivienne is indebted to her. If Vivienne heeds her warnings and the Inquisition does gain public acclaim, then Elodie has disrupted Vivienne’s opportunity for advancement, and she also wins. And if Vivienne does not heed her advice and the Inquisition remains a pariah, Elodie gets to watch Vivienne go down with it, smugly saying “I told you so.” Only if the Inquisition thrives and Vivienne with it does Elodie lose this bet—and Vivienne is clearly interested in seeing that outcome, and helping it come about.

The important thing is that the specifics of the accusations against the Inquisition are absolutely irrelevant here. This conspiracy theory about Justinia being secretly alive and the Left and Right Hand doing a sabotage to secure Chantry power—it’s all nonsense, and I doubt the Vicomtesse truly believes it. More critically, she likely does not care whether it is true. Repeating this rumor is just a means to a desired outcome.

If you’ve ever argued with a conspiracy theorist who seemed to simply change their position every time you backed them into a rhetorical corner, you may have realized that facts are largely ineffective at combating this sort of thing.

And of the three advisors, Cullen is the only one to get hung up on the content of the rumor, rather than its source and its purpose. Josephine and Leliana, seasoned players of the Game, both recognize this stupid rumor for what it is. Both of them ignore the substance of it and instead focus on its purpose: turning public opinion against the Inquisition. Josephine proposes to combat it by seeking noble favor elsewhere and leaving it to those allies to do the work of actually arguing against the rumors. Leliana is more interested in finding out with whom the rumor originated.

Leliana also makes the particularly savvy observation that if they were to combat the rumor by attempting to prove Justinia’s death, they would simply be providing their opponents more ammunition to use against them later. Leliana recognizes that “The Divine is alive, and you’re hiding her!” isn’t an earnest accusation, it’s bait. And if you take the bait, if you say, “Actually the Divine did die; here’s her remains to prove it,” then your enemies can say, “Aha! And how do you know she’s dead? It’s because you people killed her!” Or, best case scenario is they just bait you into wasting a lot of your time proving the accusation false, which is exactly what happens if you let Cullen take the bait.

Again, you might have had a similar experience if you’ve ever tried to “debate” a person whose strategy is making outrageous claims, letting you waste a lot of time earnestly debunking them, and then ignoring all your arguments and simply making another, equally outrageous claim.

In Cullen’s case, what happens is poor Knight-Captain Rylen is tasked with leading a field trip of Orlesian nobles through the grisly ruins of the Temple of Sacred Ashes, while asking them to please not touch the red lyrium, and no, you cannot take a charred corpse home as a souvenir, please milord I must ask you not to touch the red lyrium. I’m sure that was an excellent use of everyone’s time and resources.

But it’s easy to understand why Cullen responds this way! It’s a very instinctual and human response! “Well, you’ve just said a thing that is very obviously untrue. I’ll prove to you that it’s untrue! And this will solve the problem of you being wrong, and then we can all move forward together. Right?”

It’s an eminently reasonable response, so long as you assume that the other party is being reasonable and engaging with you in good faith.

Cullen assumes they are. Josephine and Leliana know they’re not. (Vivienne also knew this; hence her handing the letter over to Josephine to deal with instead of bothering to reply herself.)

And you can probably see how Cullen’s earnestness, his desire to believe that other people are also operating earnestly and in good faith, could lead him down some dangerous paths.

Knight-Commander Meredith was also a conspiracy theorist. The difference is that her conspiracy theories were about people she had near-absolute power over, with terrible consequences. And working under the authority of someone he wanted to believe in, someone he absolutely would have taken as entirely earnest (because in many ways she was earnest, at least in her belief that magic was dangerous and must be controlled), it would have been easy for Cullen to assume she must be acting in good faith, even when his misgivings arose. “She needs a spine of iron to survive her position,” he says to Hawke. And like anyone arguing in bad faith, Meredith could move the goalposts when it suited her. No signs of blood magic discovered? That only proves how well they’re hiding it. The tower must be searched top to bottom. The First Enchanter objects? He must be one of them. Dissent among her own templar ranks? Must be the blood magic controlling their minds. As Dan Olson puts it in his video In Search of a Flat Earth, conspiracy theories make facts subservient to outcomes, which is why the "facts" can easily be rearranged and discarded at will—all that matters is the actions those facts justify.

Of course Meredith’s beliefs were, again, quite different—more dangerous, and far more earnestly held than this silly Orlesian rumor about the Inquisition. She was also under the influence of red lyrium at the height of her paranoia. But conspiracy theories often feed on paranoia, and Meredith’s beliefs were still ultimately beliefs that could be bent to justify the outcome she (and her superior, Grand Cleric Elthina) desired: mages must be controlled, whatever the cost.

Cullen has managed to extricate himself from Meredith’s mindset. But he hasn’t yet learned, I think, that conspiracy theories and irrational beliefs can’t be overcome simply by reason. That’s also very understandable for someone in his position. When you’re in the process of overcoming some very wrong beliefs yourself, things you earnestly believed, it’s very natural to want to believe that everyone else is just as earnest and can be persuaded; in fact, you have a personal stake in believing that, because if other people can be redeemed, that means there’s hope for you.

Do I think this justifies the things Cullen was complicit in during his time as a templar, or any misguided opinions he may voice during his time with the Inquisition? No, that’s not why I’m saying all this. But I think it’s an interesting aspect of his character and one worth exploring. Cullen is often characterized as the blunt instrument advisor, his answer to most war table questions being “send troops”; in Josie’s words “the hammer for whom every problem looks like a nail.” But I think some of his offered solutions do offer compelling insights into his character, and this one certainly does—as well as an interesting example of how this approach to the world and other people can go wrong.

#cullen rutherford #dragon age inquisition #dragon age meta #blunders of thedas #leliana #josephine montilyet

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ihearthes · 1 year

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Title: Hole in One

Author: @ihearthes

Pairing: Harry x Reader Insert (1st person)

Rating: Smut (NSFW, 18+ Only)

Word Count: 3100

The sky is the bluest it’s been in months, and I hear birds singing from the trees surrounding the private course. My clubs have been unused for far too long, and I cannot wait to feel the grass beneath my feet. Spying my grandparents talking to a young man who I assume is the club’s pro, I make my way in their direction, eager to get onto the green. The giddy skip in my step is undeniably partly due to the excitement of playing the game again, but mostly because I’ve not seen my jetsetter grandparents since Christmas.

“Grammy! Gramps!” I call, my hand waving as they turn towards me. Wrapping my grandmother in a hug, I put out my hand for a high five with my grandfather. Gleefully, he obliges.

“So glad you could join us!” Grammy whoops. “Let me look at you.” Taking my hands, she steps back to survey me in that way that must be a full chapter in the Grandparent Training Manual. “Looking sexy as hell,” she laughs, her greeting likely not in that same manual. “Twirl for us.” She makes that motion with her finger, and I oblige.

As I spin around, my skort not moving in any way that would make a twirl necessary, my grandfather applauds as if I were a five year old at her first ballet recital.

“Two of the biggest dorks I know,” I giggle. “I’m so happy to see you!” Excitedly, I pull them in for a group hug, wondering why the golf pro hasn’t excused himself yet. So when I step back, I pointedly look in his direction.

And promptly freeze.

Fuck. Nope. Not the golf pro. Nor the course manager. Not anyone who works at the place.

“Hi. I’m Harry.” He leans forward to shake my hand, his left leg raising behind him as a counterbalance to his inclining body. “You must be Birdy.”

Horrified, I grasp his warm hand, my eyes roaming over his face with that stupid hair clip firmly holding back his bangs and his green eyes examining me, a smile on his face as his dimple deepens. Flustered, I don’t give him my birth name. “A nickname, of course,” I remark inanely.

“I’m just hoping it doesn’t bode ill for my game today.” His gray pants are matched with a dark blue pullover sweater, a white turtleneck underneath.

How my mouth continues to work is beyond me, but I throw my head back and laugh loudly. Probably too loudly as I’m feeling a mixture of terror and arousal, and the laughter is decidedly nervous. “I’ve never been a threat to anyone on the golf course,” I comment.

“With grandparents as young as yours, I expected someone younger.” Harry thinks he’s being coy, but my grandmother responds honestly.

“We’re ancient, Harry, and our Birdie is 31 now. And not getting any younger.” Pointedly, she looks at me as though I had offended her in some way.

“We’re up,” Gramps points, and we haul our clubs to the first tee.

“What’s your handicap?” Harry asks as Gramps swings a few times for practice.

“23,” I announce proudly, on the low end of average. “You?”

“14,” he brags, adding a wink for good measure, an indication that he is aware of his boast. Not that I can complain since I’ve also gloated about my below-average number. He’s too handsome and charming for my comfort, and I engage my attention on my clubs, polishing my driver before withdrawing it from my bag.

Amiable enough, Harry diverts his focus onto my grandmother, and I’m grateful for the respite to catch my breath.

“You must go first, Vivienne.”

I want to interrupt and tell him we always go with the oldest first, which is my gramps, but my grandmother has already fallen for Harry’s charm, and she giggles like a schoolgirl as she makes her way to the tee.

After my grandfather and I have each teed off, Harry prepares for his turn. In those tight golf trousers, his arse is as well defined as the ostentatious naked statue in the fountain at the entrance to the golf club. I find myself unable to stop staring as he bends down to place his tee, and his form when he swings is a thing of beauty. No wonder he has a low handicap. Why couldn’t he be a failure at just one thing in his life? And why couldn’t it be golf?

Noting where his ball lands, Harry removes his sunnies from the vee of his sweater and slides them over his eyes, shielding his expression. With a nod at the three of us, he twists his body, ready to move on.

“Shall we?” Gramps gestures, and I hoist my clubs onto my shoulder again, setting off behind the elderly couple who head for a single golf cart. “Sorry, Birdy.” He casually throws over his shoulder as we approach the small vehicle. “We got the last cart. You and Harry will have to walk. But don’t worry. Your grandmother and I will do our best not to burn rubber.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d wonder if my grandparents were trying to play matchmakers. But they wouldn’t have any idea who Harry is. Although maybe it doesn’t matter to them. Perhaps my grandparents just want to pair me up with any Tom, Dick, or ….Harry.

“Mhm. See that you don’t get a speeding ticket, Gramps!” I yell as they take off, leaving Harry and I trailing behind.

“You seem like a chip off the old block,” Harry jokes as we hike towards the hole. “Get it? Cause a chip is a golf shot.”

“Oh, I understood the joke, but it was bad,” I groan. “No ifs, ands, or putts about it.”

His eyes widen. “I see. It’s like that, is it?”

We both giggle, and when he shoves my shoulder at my next golf pun, I wonder if he’s flirting with me. As if Harry Styles needed to flirt with anyone.

It’s on the fourth fairway that my Gramps gets involved with a joke of his own. “Hey, Harry?”

“Yes, sir?” The polite reply comes as I’m replacing my divot.

“Why do the golf pros tell you to keep your head down during golf lessons?”

“I don’t know, Rufus.” Harry withdraws his 3-wood and addresses the ball, shaking his hips in such a way that if my grandparents weren’t around, I’d probably faint. “Why?”

“So you can’t see them laughing.” Gramps guffaws, and Harry shakes his head, the corners of his mouth tilted up as he takes a deep breath and launches his ball closer to the green.

My grandparents always make me laugh, but today they seem in finer form than usual, as they joke with Harry, my grandmother clearly vamping. Before today, I’ve never wondered if my grandfather was anything other than straight, but the way he touches Harry at every opportunity makes the wheels in my head churn.

On the 8th hole, Grammy takes a mulligan after her ball sails into the water hazard, just short of making it across. She sighs, pulling another ball from her bag and muttering goodnaturedly to Harry. “Golf balls are just like eggs. They’re white, round, and you need another dozen every week.”

Harry slaps his knee as he giggles at her pathetic joke. I can almost convince myself that he’s having the time of his life playing golf with these 78-year-olds. He gives every appearance of enjoying the late afternoon game. No wonder no one has anything unkind to say about him. Well, no one he’s met anyway.

As we walk to the 9th hole, I decide to dive in and bravely ask the question that’s been on my mind for the last two and a half hours. “Why did you join us today?”

Startled, he twists his head to look at me. “You had three. I was a late single player. The pro added me to your party. Simple.”

“Okay.” I draw the word out, wondering if I should ask the follow-up question, and when he continues glancing at me curiously, I go for it. “But why do you have a free day today? And why didn’t you bring someone with you?”

He turns his head away from me, but I still see that left dimple deepen as he shrugs. “I decided on a whim that I wanted to golf in this perfect weather, and my manager was busy preparing for tomorrow night’s show.” Turning around, he walks backwards so he can face me. “But I never thought I’d meet such a fun –” his eyes never leave mine, “and sexy companion.”

I can feel the red creeping up from my toes through my body to flush my face. How does he do it? Flirting so openly without being gross? If anyone else had delivered that line, I would have gagged. Instead, I pretend that his comment has had no effect on me – like I’m not going to need dry panties before dinner with my grandparents.

“Harry!” My grandfather yells from where he and my grammy have stopped at my ball. “You better watch where you’re going! Sometimes people don’t replace their divots.”

The musician nods to me courteously as though he hadn’t just made my heart flutter. Turning to face forward, he continues on the pathway where we finish the 9th hole.

“Birdie,” Grammy stoutly announces to me as she climbs back into the cart. “Your grandfather and I are tired. We’re going to head to the clubhouse and have a drink, but you and Harry should play the back nine.” With that, my grandparents wave to us as their cart drives off towards the start.

Oh.

Well.

That was unexpected.

This is unexpected.

Harry has put his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels. “Well?” He watches me carefully, and I know the decision to continue is mine.

“I doubt I’ll get to play with someone like you again, so we might as well continue.”

“Someone like me? A celebrity?” Seeming genuinely confused, he removes his sunnies and scratches his head near that damn hair clip.

“A duffer,” I tease.

“If that’s the case, it’s because your beauty has distracted me from my game today.” His eyes twinkle when he makes the comment, and that’s the moment I know the flirting is on in earnest.

When we reach the 12th green, I can’t stand being so close to him without letting him know I am up for more. As he squares up for his putt, but before he pulls the club back to take the shot, I whisper loud enough for his ears only, “If you miss this putt, I’ll let you kiss me.” He doesn’t hesitate, taking the shot that rolls right at my feet where I’m holding the flag. And yet somehow the ball doesn’t go in.

“Does that deal count if I accidentally missed?”

Biting my lip, I tilt my head and observe him. “Hmmm…I’m not sure. It’s kind of offensive that you wouldn’t want to miss it on purpose. I mean, here I am, perfectly kissable. I’m going to say no. It doesn’t count.”

Stalking towards me, he picks up his golf ball and tosses it to the edge of the green. “How about now?” His voice is a growl, and he’s standing close enough for me to feel the heat emanating from his body.

Fuck. He’s so hot. Beyond sexy.

I glance around the course quickly to see if anyone is nearby. Spotting no one, I tilt my head up to him. Harry grabs my chin with two fingers, staring into my eyes before he brushes his lips over mine. The moan that emits from my throat is heartfelt and demands more from him, but he steps back, his hand dropping to his side.

Hooded eyes rake over me, and he smirks. “You’ve never met a golfer with a more delicate stroke than me.”

“Promises, promises,” I tut, holding out the flag for him to take so I can putt.

A few holes later, and all pretense has dropped as Harry rests his hands on my hips while I’m lining up my shot. “Are you sure you know how to hold a shaft correctly?” His voice in my ear is so gravelly that I want to drop onto my knees right there on the fairway and show him exactly how skilled I am at handling a shaft.

“Be careful there, Harry,” I murmur, “You’re like a water hazard. You’ve got me soaking wet.”

“Fuck.” Stepping back from me, he shakes his head. “How many holes?”

“Three,” I comment, and my eyes bat of their own accord, I swear!

“Jesus!” He runs his hand over his face. “You’re like a fairway: short, well-groomed, and a pleasure to hit on.”

“Are you saying you’d like to improve our stroke game together?”

“I’m saying that I’m not going to make it back to the clubhouse at this rate.”

“Well…” I approach him, again searching the nearby greens for golfers, “...my golf coach says I have a firm grip. Do you want to see if it’s true?”

“Birdy…” His voice is strangled as I ease my hand over the front of his trousers, feeling his length where it’s tucked safely high and to the left. The air exits his lungs at a faster velocity than a golf swing. “Get your clubs,” he commands, roughly replacing the putter he’d withdrawn and grabbing my hand.

Yanking me behind him, Harry leads the way towards the parking lot where he uses an electronic key to open the vehicle and throw in his clubs before grabbing my golf bag and more gently placing it on top of his so that the two golf bags look to be spooning.

“Get in,” he insists, and I don’t hesitate to scurry to the passenger side.

“Where are we going?” I ask, my hands in my lap after I’ve buckled the seatbelt. The quivering in the lower part of my body will only be appeased in one way.

“Shit. I’ve no idea,” he sighs, not putting the car in drive. “My hotel is too far.”

“Switch places with me,” I suggest, knowing exactly where we can go.

With a single nod, the two of us climb from the vehicle and pass each other silently and aggressively on our way to opposite sides. Buckled in, I back the car from the lot and drive the two miles to my grandparents’ house.

“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” I state. “Open the garage before the neighbors spot us.” I share the code, and Harry follows my directions. Without drawing too much attention, we’ve sequestered ourselves in the garage, with Harry waiting impatiently for me to get out of the car.

The moment I step from the driver’s side onto the pavement of my grandparents’ garage, Harry approaches me, his hands cupping my face as he devours my lips. I do not hesitate, opening to him as my fingers fumble for the bottom of that fucking blue sweater I’ve been jealous of all afternoon because it gets to hug his curves. As I draw the sweater up, he releases my face to raise his arms over his head, and I don’t hesitate, repeating the gesture with his white turtleneck.

As soon as his skin is free from the clothing, his mouth crashes back onto mine as his long lush fingers make short work of my white polo. He’s backed me almost to the stairs that lead to the house, and he wraps an arm around my nearly naked back just as I’m about to topple over onto them.

“Where?” His breath is scented with the mint from his gum, and I feel the waft of it across my cheek.

My brain scrambles. My grandparents’ house. Quickly I discard the master bedroom and the sofa in the living room. Grasping his hand, I haul us both to the only room that makes sense. Stopping to frantically kiss this amazing man, I reach behind me to unhook my bra, his fingers brushing over my boobs as soon as they are bare.

When I open the door to our destination, Harry pauses, his eyes widening as he takes in the golf trophies, photos of my grandparents with famous golfers on the paneled walls, and the putting green. Shaking his head, he laughs, and the crinkles at his eyes make my panties even wetter.

“I like my men like a sand trap: dirty, challenging, and unpredictable.” Although I’ve attempted to make the joke with a straight face, I fail miserably as I dissolve into giggles.

With a face palm, Harry laughs too, glancing at the putting green. “No way am I fucking on that fake turf. One of us would end up with scraped knees, and I don’t know if I would prefer it be you or me.”

“No question there,” I purr as I drop to my knees in front of him and reach for the button and zipper on his trousers. “I’ve been drooling for this shaft all afternoon.”

“Well, I am known for my lengthy club.” The smirk on his face drops away as I free his cock and give it a few strokes before sliding my lips over the end and applying light pressure. Pushing his pants and underpants down his thighs, I reach for his balls. “Oh, fuck,” he sucks in air. “I had planned to wash my balls after the game today, but you’re welcome to….ahhhhhh.” The way the sound escapes his mouth when I do as he suggests and lave his balls with my tongue has me hotter than a July game at a Miami course.

Returning to his cock, I slide his length as far as my throat will allow, practically unhinging my jaw as I take him in. Closing my lips, I use suction until he grabs my head, pulling my hair to remove me from my current activity.

When I look up at him, I can see the scar under his chin as he’s staring at the ceiling. He takes a deep breath, and I cannot resist scraping my teeth lightly to see his reaction. It’s instant, as his jaw drops and his eyes connect with mine. Just as I get to the end of his cock again, I make a humming sound, knowing he can feel the vibration on this sensitive body part.

“Birdy…” he gasps. “I need…”

Releasing him with a popping sound, I sit back on my knees and grin, rather proud of my ability to reduce this cheeky flirt to two-word sentences.

“What?” I demand.

“I need to feel your fringe. Taste it even.”

Closing my eyes, I shake my head as though I’m disappointed with his golf pun, but it honestly gives a zing to my private parts.

“Fair enough,” I comment, using my current location to remove his shoes and the rest of his clothing so that he stands before me, naked but for his socks.

“Shouldn’t that be ‘fairway’ enough?” He giggles, his shaft pointing straight at me.

I groan. “Oh, man. If I weren’t so hot for you, your bad jokes might just turn me off.”

“Good,” he smiles, and the dimple deepens until I’m confident I could fit a thousand golf balls, each with their own 381 dimples, inside it. That many dimples all in the same space would be overwhelming. “Now let’s put my wood in your golf bag, shall we?” He holds his hand down to me, and I grasp it so that he can pull me upwards, our tongues tangling like a dust devil.

Fingers fumbling with the buttons on my skort, Harry moves his lips to my neck. “Why ‘Birdy’?”

“Seriously?” I scoff. “You want to talk about my nickname now?”

His luxurious fingers shove my panties and my skort down to my ankles, ignoring my shoes completely as he encourages me to kick off the offending clothing. “Yes please.”

Nude, I plant my hands on my hips, glaring at him from where he’s squatting on the floor after removing my outfit. “My grandfather scored a birdie every time he took me out with him on the golf course when I was a baby.”

“Oh,” he pouts.

“Not as sexy as you thought it might be?”

“As a story, you really should work on it.”

“I promise I’ll spice up the story with the next single that joins our foursome,” I simper. A look crosses his face that could be construed as jealousy if one were so inclined. Which I’m not. Because he’s just an afternoon fuck.

As I start to step past him to the leather sofa, he grabs my thighs and buries his face in my crotch, sniffing deeply. Flabbergasted, I pause, my balance off.

“Widen your stance,” Harry demands, and when I follow his direction, he uses both hands to part the petals at my entrance. Just before his tongue dives in, he blows a puff of air, and I shiver at the sexiness of the move.

“Fuck, Harry,” I grab for his shoulder so I don’t sink to the floor. Between his tongue and his teeth, I nearly tip over the abyss, but when he uses both hands, inserting one finger in each of my body’s lower entrances, I come, screaming his name as I yank his hair, accidentally dislodging that damn hair clip which skitters across the wood floor. My orgasm continues as Harry rises, one finger still teasing my clit.

“You were right,” he whispers to me as I gaze at his glistening face, “three holes left. Now taken care of.” Capturing my lips, he delves inside my mouth, his tongue and finger below taking turns, setting a rhythm that would do well in one of his songs.

Fuck. I’m weak.

When my body stops shivering, I use both hands to shove him onto the sofa where he lands with both feet out and his driver in the air.

“Birth control?” he asks.

“Taken care of,” I grin. “IUD. But if you want double protection or you don’t trust me…” I gesture towards the rest of the house, trying to figure out where a condom might be hidden in my grandparents’ house.

“I trust you. No one with that nickname and those grandparents could lie about something like that.”

With a grin, I concede his point. Besides, my grandparents would flip their lids if I got pregnant without a commitment.

Slowly, as if I’m lining up a putt, I slide onto him.

“Mmmmm…that’s a hole to be respected,” Harry murmurs as I descend, and I would laugh if not for the fact that I’m gearing up for my second orgasm.

“Are you up for some stroke play?” I query as I settle completely on him, my insides stretched but happy.

“Stroke that stroke, babe.”

With the steady beat of that Billie Squier oldie in my head, I follow his instructions, lifting myself off his shaft before plunging back down as hard as I can. Just when I’m getting closer, panting as I look to the skies, Harry taps my butt cheek. “Turn around here, love.”

Settling on the sofa with my rear in the air, I am startled when Harry’s finger circles my asshole, and I wonder if I’m in for a different experience than I had originally expected. He’s too big for my back door without a lot of preparation, and it’s clear he knows it as he settles on wedging a finger there while his cock invades my vagina. Between his cock and his inserted finger, I’m so close to exploding that I slam my body backwards into his until he finally removes the finger, grabs my hips, and pounds into me.

“Drive into me, Harry!” I scream, recognizing the golf pun after it’s already left my mouth. Biting my lip, I reach in front and play with my clit just as Harry shoots his load into me, and I writhe with my second orgasm, his name on my lips as he falls onto my back.

Seconds, minutes, decades later, Harry disengages from me.

“That was pleasant,” he smiles, and I wonder if this is it. He’ll leave me here, his cum dripping from me onto the furniture in my granddad’s golf room. “We should probably get dressed and get back to the course. Otherwise, they’ll send out a search party. If we get back quickly, they’ll think we just took our time on the 18th.”

Agreeably, I laugh. “I can see it now.” Imitating my grandma, “‘But our baby girl is out there with a handsome stranger! They must be exhausted after 18 holes!’”

Together, we dissolve into giggles at the innuendo as we sort through the discarded clothing and dress ourselves, making our way back to the garage as we locate our shirts.

“You better drive us back. I’m likely to get lost in your tall bush.”

“Oh, please,” I roll my eyes. “My grass is perfectly trimmed for the game.”

“Mhm,” he smirks, “Who’s your caddy?”

We pull into the parking lot, laughing at our ridiculous puns. Removing our golf bags from the trunk, we make our way into the clubhouse where we quickly locate and join my grandparents.

“How were the last few holes?” Gramps asks.

“Pretty good,” Harry grins, glancing over at me. “I got both a Birdy and a hole in one.”

I want to laugh at his comment, but any suggestion that we did anything other than play golf would get me in trouble, so I simply smile, nod, and announce, “It was quite the round. The best I’ve had in a long time, by par.”

When everyone at the table howls with mirth, I feel Harry’s hand on my knee as my grandfather speaks up with, “Harry? I think you might be missing a number on your scorecard.” When he winks and gestures towards me, I groan, but my latest lover takes advantage of the moment, holding out his scorecard to me.

“If you wouldn’t mind…I might need another hole in one the next time I come to town.”

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#harry styles #my writing #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles golf #original writing #harry styles reader insert #harry styles imagine

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Fun Sized - Banter Update

Rating: T for innuendo

Summary: Ellana is short. Really short. So of course her companions have to tease her about it.

Link: AO3

Sera: You’re short. Like. Really short.

Ellana: What? I had no idea. I’d spent this whole time thinking everyone else was just exceptionally tall.

Sera: [Giggles] That would be a trip, wouldn’t it. Wonder if that’s why dwarves are all… like that.

Ellana: The taller the ladder you need to reach your own cabinets, the grumpier you are. It’s just a fact.

(cont. under the cut)

Sera: But you’re not grumpy. Most of the times, at least.

[if The Iron Bull is in the party]

Bull: That’s because she’s got a good view.

Ellana: I can promise you, that has nothing to do with it.

Bull: Hey, you can enjoy the painting without wanting to eat the bowl of fruit.

Ellana: Funny, I don’t see any works of art around here.

Bull: There’s some kitchen servants who might disagree with you.

[Otherwise]

Ellana: [Laughs] You should say that to my sister. I’m sure she’d have some stories to tell that say otherwise.

Varric: Anyone ever ask you if one of your parents was a dwarf?

Ellana: Oh, very original. Never heard that one before. Are you going to ask if I stunted my growth by sitting in my aravel for too long next? Got kicked in the head by a Halla?

Varric: It’s a serious question. Usually the people I see eye-to-eye with have more than a passing affiliation with the Merchants Guild.

Varric: With the right contacts and some clever paperwork, you could make some serious coin.

Ellana: Are you… asking if I want to con the Merchant’s Guild?

Varric: No, no, not at all.

Varric: Just saying, when all this is over, you have options.

Ellana: I’m sure my vallaslin won’t cause any problems in this plan of yours.

Varric: Evidence of a forbidden romance. People love a good tragedy - even better if you can scrape out a happy end despite it.

Varric: They’ll be eating out of the palm of your hand.

Vivienne: I was speaking with our Lady Ambassador earlier, and she informed me you had rather firmly rejected her suggestion of incorporating heels into your ensemble.

Ellana: I did.

Vivienne: Might I inquire as to why?

Ellana: Is it not enough that I simply do not want to wear heels?

Vivienne: Desire is reason enough to do anything, my dear. That does not make it wise.

Vivienne: You are an image for all of Thedas to aspire too, and your battle for legitimacy is not one that will be easily won.

Vivienne: It might help ease the process if those you wish to impress do not have to literally look down their noses at you.

Ellana: Perhaps. Though I doubt anyone who already dislikes me will have their minds changed by a pair of fancy footwear.

Ellana: Anyway, any respect I gained would be quickly lost the minute I tripped and fell on my ass in front of a room full of dignitaries.

Ellana: Or even better, I caught my new armor on fire. That would give everyone something to talk about.

Vivienne: Yes, well. Perhaps you are right. Some clever tailoring, then. And posture lessons.

Vivienne: One does not need to be imposing to command a room.

Bull: Hey Kitten, you ever get lost, just look for the horns. Can’t miss ‘em.

Ellana: And where do you think I’ll be getting so lost that I’ll need to use you as a landmark?

Bull: Oh I don’t know. The crowds in Val Royeaux can get pretty nasty. Then there’s the ramparts, wrecked towns, corn mazes, overgrown fields. Really, just about anywhere.

Ellana: I- I’m not going to disappear into the grass like a lost girl in a child’s story.

Ellana: What, should I leave a trail of bread behind me? Find a dog to guard me from the Dread Wolf?

Bull: I hear those Ferelden dogs come in pretty handy, actually. But no.

Bull: We might want to put a bell on you though, just in case.

Ellana: Think it’ll rain today?

Bull: Depends.

Ellana: On?

Bull: If you’re aiming at my height or my bad ankle.

Ellana: I could just be making small talk. Plenty of people talk about the weather.

Bull: Yeah, but most people aren’t wringing their fingers for an hour trying to come up with a clever way to ask about it.

Ellana: My sister was always better at jokes than I was.

Bull: That’s alright. You’ve got your own strengths.

Bull: For example, I think you’d make a very talented armrest.

Ellana: You know I can set you on fire, right?

Bull: Don’t worry, Kitten, you’re very scary.

Inspired by @shift-shaping

Bull: Solas, did you hurt yourself in our last fight?

Solas: I do not believe so. Why?

Bull: You’ve been rubbing at your neck more than usual. Thought you might’ve tweaked it after that one move. I’ve got some tips that could help if it’s sore.

Solas: I thank you for the concern. Your advice would be appreciated.

Bull: Well, first off, you’ve got to start lifting with your knees. The Inquisitor’s tiny, but that doesn’t mean you can’t hurt yourself picking her up.

Solas: Excuse me?

Bull: Oh, and you should probably invest in some cushions, maybe those feathery ones the Orlesians have. It’ll help you stay on your knees longer.

Solas: That is none of your concern.

Bull: It is when I get between you and the next templar that takes advantage of your stiff back.

Bull: Those charging bastards hurt, you know.

Ellana: What information do I have to pass along to the Qun to get you to stop?

Bull: What? It’s friendly advice. If he keeps bending over, he’s going to get stuck that way.

Bull: I’m just saying, It’s easier if he comes down to your level.

Ellana: Please just tell me who Josephine needs to blackmail for this to end.

Bull: [Laughs] Now where’s the fun in that?

Blackwall: So, you and the Lady Inquisitor, how does that work?

Solas: Much like any other relationship, presumably.

Blackwall: Most relationships don’t have one party towering over the other.

Solas: Really? That is your concern?

Blackwall: Not a concern. Just curious, is all.

Blackwall: I mean, it can’t be easy. It looks like she’d need to climb scaffolding for anything to line up properly.

[If Cole is in the party]

Cole: She is precious, held wholly in the palm of my hands. Sweet, small like the frilly cakes she brings me from the kitchens.

Cole: He likes how small she is. He thinks it’s cute.

Blackwall: Well wasn’t that just adorable.

[Otherwise]

Ellana: Oh is that a dragon I see overhead? No? Pity. I would have appreciated being eaten right about now.

Blackwall: I’m sure Solas would be happy to oblige, my Lady.

Ellana: [Groans] Kill me now.

#then she put pen to paper #dragon age #solas #solavellan #lavellan #the iron bull #blackwall #sera #vivienne de fer #cole #varric tethras #i got tired of fiddling with them #for wip wednesday i present to you: a finished wip

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dragonagecompanions · 4 months

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In Dragon Age Inquisition do you like the winter palace uniforms? Do you like everyone matching? What do you think the inquisitor and companions should wear? Please feel free to draw or add pictures of the outfits if you want.

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer within a certain amount of time or at all.

I hate the uniforms! Every companion should have been styled differently, and buckle up because under the break are my OPINIONS. All images came from Pinterest, I am trying my best not to use art.

Cassandra: There is no statement quite like a warrior in full armor, and Cassandra Allegra Portia Calogera Filomena Pentaghast was born to make that statement. Add a cape with the Inquisitions heraldry and you will leave no one in doubt that the divines right hand is still strong.

Varric: Kirkwall’s most famous author has a brand— don’t taint it! Dark leathers and earthy tones speak of the adventures of Lowtown with the champion, off set by metallic accessories to remind all that the Merchants Guild’s deshyr is more than he seems.

Blackwall: If he is still known as a warden then you bring him in the full brilliance of his rank, in the blue and silverite of Thedas’s last and truest heroes.

If his secret is out best not to bring him to Orlais.

Solas: The Inquisition’s resident rift mage should not be relegated to a terrible hat and no introduction. Let the egg shine for once in the sort of graceful robes that put all the elegance of that long frame to use. We never see Solas fancied up, and for once we deserve too— while maintaining the more neutral tones he seems to prefer.

Vivienne: Let the woman shine. Morrigsn is almost swallowed up in her velvet monstrosity, heavy handed ina dramatic sweep of stuffy brocade. But Madame de Fer has come for war, and her dress is equal elegance and armor.

Sera: With the right mix of humor and haute, even Skyhold’s Red Jenny can turn heads in Orlais. If nothing else she will be a distraction.

Dorian: You know he wept over the terrible military coat. Dress the Tevinter mage in the shadows and secrets of his homeland!

The Iron Bull: Dress him down. Go the full rope work, the full paint . Play up the quantity element, the edge of fear, the strength of muscle and mind. Drive Orlais wild, and he will learn any number of things.

Cole: Gove him a fun hat and cape. No one will remember him anyway, might as well dress him up a bit.

Mod Fereldone

#dragon age inquisition #dorian pavus #sera #cassandra pentaghast #solas #varric tethras #the iron bull

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rebouks · 10 months

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Previous // Next

Oscar: I’m all for independence n’ shit, but if you’re pregna-… [Brynn shushed Oscar, flapping her hands as Darien paced past the window] Brynn: I go back very soon, when I have enough money. Oscar: You’re willingly going back to him? [Brynn’s brow furrowed offendedly, her feelings for Wyatt were genuine then…] Brynn: My business with him is not your business. [Oscar shrugged helplessly; she was right, it wasn’t any of his business-.. not really] Brynn: I know what he did to your Sandy – and to me, in roundabout way – was awful, but we are not black and white. I bet you have also done things you are not proud of; everyone has! Some worse than others maybe, but still… Brynn: You think by now I not know when a man is being sincere? Oscar: I’m not questioning you, I’m just tryna look out for you. Brynn: He must’ve been worried and tried to find me? Unless-.. did he ask you two to find me for him? Oscar: Bit of both. Brynn: Aha, I am sure you did not expect that… [Oscar wasn’t happy about it, but he was starting to believe that Wyatt and Brynn had genuine feelings for one another] Brynn: I not need saving-.. especially not from him, I am fine. Oscar: Come n’ have dinner with us at least? Courtney’s been worried about you. Brynn: I think Sandy suits her better… … [Darien loitered outside, uncomfortable around such a tangible reminder of his complicity-.. his involvement, especially with no one around to cajole him into thinking it was somehow justified] Vivienne: Zach! What’re you doing here? Your mom isn’t gonna like-… Zach: We both know she doesn’t give a shi-… Vivienne: Well, I do! Get upstairs. [Zach gulped; Vivienne meant business with that tone] Vivienne: How do you know Brynn? [Darien shrugged with a casual nonchalance, meeting Vivienne’s penetrative gaze steadily] Darien: She’s my friends’ girlfriend. Vivienne: I see… [Vivienne squinted slightly before heading back inside, almost walking into Brynn and Oscar] Vivienne: You good? Brynn: Mhm-.. I go to Oscar’s for dinner. Vivienne: Alright, take care… Brynn: Oscar is a fluffy marshmallow, don’t worry. Oscar: You’re not invited. Darien: I figured. Brynn: You not say anything yet, I go back soon and it’ll be a surprise-.. he knows I am okay. [Darien nodded, silently standing in situ as Brynn and Oscar disappeared. He ought to tell Wyatt they’d found her, but he’d probably appreciate it if he did as she’d asked. He decided he’d just have to keep an eye on her instead, remaining quiet for as long as she remained safe…]

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razbunz · 7 months

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Best of the worst

Toji x Fem!Reader CW: Average Toji Activities,Older Bf Toji,Brief Suggestiveness, Smoking,Shiu's there too guys.

Scumbag Toji! Who spots you working the late shift at a local dinner, He’s with Shiu ordering some food after a late mission. Where he cant help but smile and wink at you when you take their orders, Enjoying your little reactions to his suggestive jokes. He watches your ass when you walk away, The tight uniform leaving little to the imagination. Shiu shakes his head at Tojis antics.

Scumbag Toji! Giving you a wad of cash; quickly scribbling his name and number onto the receipt. His watchful eyes not missing the way your eyes light up seeing it. You hand over the change, giving him a moment to hold onto your hand a second too long. As he leaves you offer a shy smile. It's all he needs.

Scumbag Toji! Picks up his phone, Realizing it’s you he dips his hand into his boxers- Asking you about your day with little huffs of breath in between. He flirts with you throughout the call trying not to moan at your voice through his cracked burner phone. He smirks as he strikes a date with you.

Scumbag Toji! Cleaning up before his date, Shaving and trimming up his hair trying to cover up a few of his gray hairs. He puts on a black dress shirt with ash colored slacks,A silver stud earring on his left earlobe matching the silver cuffs adorning his wrists. He rolls up his sleeves showing up to your pad. Honking the horn of his 2006 Matte Grey Maserati coupe. It smells like tobacco mainly, with an ashtray on the center console. But when you smell his aftershave it makes your head swim with warmth.

Scumbag Toji! Take you to a restaurant downtown-It’s lit with candles and the walls are decorated in vintage wine bottles. A bouquet awaits you once you sit down, full of white Gardenias & Asters; Blush pink roses and baby’s breath dot the mix. It’d be a lie to say your heart doesn't flutter.

Scumbag Toji! Avoiding all personal questions, When you ask him what he does for work he takes a long sip of Cabernet wine, he responds with “Don’t worry dollface, I work hard.” When you give a look of confusion he changes the subject to how you're doing.

Scumbag Toji! Who restrains from devouring you whole when he drives you home.He holds back and opts for a kiss on your cheek.Once he arrives home it pains him that he held back.So he pulls a photo he took of your and finishes the job he should've done.

Boyfriend Toji! Surprisingly keeps taking you on dates, giving you money and little gifts. He knows you like plushies and gives you a giant teddy bear.It has a voice box in the paw and every time you press it the bear says “I love you.” But by far your favorite is a Vivienne Westwood Aleska pendant necklace, he gave you on the 9th date…The rose colored pearl shines up whenever you look at it.

Boyfriend Toji! Listening to your pleas to go for a joyride in his altered Maserati, the 3am highways raging with acceleration and tire marks. The radio turned so loud it drowns out all of your screams of joy. So when the adrenaline fades and he looks at you like you're the only one in the whole world.It's hard not to join him in the backseat.

Boyfriend Toji! Who's only been closer to you since then, (half because he got what he wanted he’s still a lil scummy) showing more affection to you. He even invites you over to his place-A nondescript house in a pretty nice neighborhood. But it’s so plain inside with one door locked under key.

Boyfriend Toji! Where you stumble into the guest room,It's an arsenal really. With sword sheaths covered in dried crimson. You're not dumb, You know it's not ‘paint’. But when he calls out your name, fear strikes your heart. Toji looks mortified and conflicted as if he should do something- But he drops his hands to his side and after a little confrontation he sits down with you and explains everything.

Boyfriend Toji! Crying in front of you for the first time, his eyes looking like he'd rather jump off the Tokyo tower than meet your gaze.His voice attempts to hold strong despite all the wavering his chest shudders when he bites back a sob.He lets you kiss a few of the tears away despite frequently claiming that, “He doesn't want pity.” It's not a pity though,It's acceptance.

Boyfriend Toji! Who's genuinely surprised you remain with him. And he takes a short break from work because of it, deciding to focus just on the two of you. Shiu is absolutely flabbergasted that he took a break, but his wallet is thankful.

Boyfriend Toji! Adores the marks on his back that you embellished him with during his break,Fawning over them and is not afraid to say it. But in your defense for making him a human scratching post…It's his fault that your eyes roll back as he hits all the right spots so that you can't think anymore. Luckily for you he coos and babies you after, giving you a nice warm bath and cuddling you to sleep as his large hands run through your hair.

(Boyfriend) Fiance Toji! Who brings to a botanical garden with you wearing a rose pink sundress that hugs your body perfectly, his choice. He sports an ivory gray outfit including the silver necklace that almost mirrors yours. So when he drops to one knee opening a red velvet box with a giant 4 Karat princess cut diamond in front of you, Incessant nodding and sobbing is what follows when your brain catches up with your eyes.

Fiance Toji! Listening to your pleas to do the little ‘couple activities’ you've been so intrigued about online. You make matching hoodies with him;a Hello Daniel patch adorning his hoodie and a matching Hello Kitty one on yours. An eyeroll is what you receive to the idea but he ends up wearing it a lot more than he intended to. Not always by your shining request.

Fiance Toji! Who is surprisingly good at making candles,Looking to decorate the new house with more personal mementos. So when the instructor gets a little to comfy with you he shoots him a glare that would send a doberman running. Giving you consistent kisses throughout the rest of the time.

Fiance Toji! Sitting down for cake testing for your wedding in the near future. The two of you try various flavors, anything from a classic vanilla to a boysenberry compote sponge cake. He agrees with your choice on the Raspberry cake with a light chocolate filling in-between each layer, which after much bickering was decided to be 4 layers. With cake toppers that you almost fought him for.

Fiance Toji! Getting hired for a huge job just weeks before the wedding. You cry and weep at the front porch holding onto him begging him not to go. He escapes your grasp easily, ordering Shiu to bring you inside while you're hysterically sobbing and screaming at Shiu to let you go. Toji pulls Shiu outside soon after your sobs are gone.

“If you make any moves, Ill fucking kill you.” and holds Shiu by the collar,it catches him off guard and he almost drops his cigarette. “Wasn't planning on it.” Shiu looks up at Tojis cold eyes whispering “Don't die.Don't do that to the girl.” and Toji leaves for the taxi.

Fiance Toji! Feeling like an asshole as he waits for the victim to appear so he can get home to you,He sighs and his eyes catch a gleam of silver before his reflexes do.

Toji. Getting stabbed in the shoulder by the assailant,He hisses in pain but quickly unlatches his handgun on his waist and quickly releases two bullets into his head.He's covered in blood as he stumbles down from the rooftop, sniper rifle in hand killing his target as he saunters down the street. At least he still gets the money.

Toji. Covering up the blade still lodged in his shoulder with the target's white blazer.Its quickly dyed red as he hops onto the last subway of the night towards home.

Toji. Hearing you wail in agony as he stumbles up the hill to the house where you sob on the balcony. Shiu tries to explain to you that his calls aren't going through. You shiver in his grasp when he runs your shoulders up and down whispering words trying to comfort you. Tojis phone is long abandoned and shattered into millions of pieces in a city that seems so far away. He takes a shaky breath as he feels your gaze rake over his injured body. He swears you've never gone downstairs that fast. You run until you clasp him into a tight hug,When he winces your worry only deepens.

Toji. Smoking a cigarette as you begin wrapping the deep bloody gash where the knife was lodged.Your no doctor and he offers some pointers along the way, Shiu berates him during the whole process but still pours him a glass of Scotch to numb the nerves.

Toji. Who gets better just in time for his suit fitting.Its tapered off at his hip and it’s an achingly beautiful shade of midnight blue, he can only hope you love it too.

Husband Toji! Standing at the altar, Fingernails digging into his skin as he silently recites his vows under his breath. Did he say too much? Too little? He doesn’t even know anymore. But as soon as the first note of a Violin plays his head clears when he faces the aisle. Facing you.

In a flowing crisp white dress, The veil is embedded with tiny Akoya pearls and bits of lace. It burns his eyes to look at you too long. And once you take place on the altar he can feel his face heat up from trying not to cry. He never thought he would be here.Let alone deserve you.

Husband Toji! Who takes all the strength in the world to start his vows,His voice shakes and quivers as he starts.But gains strength with every word he speaks. He doesn't even need to rack his memory; some words just flow out. Halfway he doubts if it's what he wrote a month ago at his bachelors party. Shiu stands as his best man, looking baffled.

He closes his vows, meeting your eyes with renowned vigor. You look at him, now filled with warmth, smile and recite your vows. At least for the majority of the time,Having to look away every now and then to not destroy your makeup. When you finish,Toji nods and discreetly wipes his eyes. It does not prevent the shimmer of tears on his thumb and index finger.

Husband Toji! Who slips the ring onto your finger,and feeling his skin brushing yours almost makes you collapse. He grins when you do the same- as the officiant gives their blessing. And as soon as the word “Kiss” leaves their mouth,He’s already on you kissing as if he might not ever again.

Toji,Who can’t imagine his life without you now.

AN/ I really appreciate the support ive gotten so far thank you! Please let me know if you liked it- AND! if you want me to write a pt 2 featuring Father Toji 💓

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fauxdette · 28 days

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The Procurist pt. 8

Azriel x Elain

Summary: Azriel and Mor strategise their next move. Meanwhile, Elain struggles with unsettling dreams.

Warnings: Alluding to trafficking (not specifics)

Word count: 2K

*see notes at end*

•••

“You’ve been scouting all day, Az, you need to rest.”

Azriel braced his hands on the table at the center of the room, his gaze fixed intensely on the map spread before him. Provided by Kallias and Vivienne, the aged parchment detailed every inch of the Winter Court, and after almost a week of careful scouting and reconnaissance, only two areas remained unchecked.

Mor traced a finger over the border that separated Winter from Autumn— harmless in the rendering before them, but she knew what it represented.

As if sensing her thoughts, Azriel’s shadows tightened around him.

“I’ll patrol Autumn,” he declared. “You take the Summer border.”

“He’s more likely to be near Autumn,” she countered. “Why don’t we do it together?”

Azriel shook his head. “Every day we waste is another day those fae are trapped. We can cover more ground if we split up.”

He left the rest unspoken; the memory of the last time they had been in Autumn together.

Mor chewed her lip. “I don’t like it.”

“You never do.”

“That’s because every time somebody wants to be self-sacrificing, he ends up shredded to pieces in Madja’s tent.”

“That won’t happen.” The quiet conviction in his voice made her pause.

“You seem very determined to get back to Velaris... any particular reason for that?”

Azriel simply hummed in reply.

“You went to see her, didn’t you? What happened?”

“Nothing happened.”

"Nothing happened?" she echoed incredulously.

He huffed, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his chin toward the ceiling. “I tried to, but…”

“…You couldn’t tell her how you feel?”

“Not exactly…”

“You did tell her?”

“More or less.”

“And?” Hope crept into her voice. “What did she say?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“I don’t know because I left.”

“You left?!”

The look he shot her from across the table was one of pure death. “I’m going to bed.”

“Like hell you are—“

But his shadows had already winnowed him away.

•••

The air is stale, damp. A blade glints in the dark. There’s a mouth on her neck—no, two mouths; warm breath against her skin and the scratch of stubble. In the distance, footsteps crunch in the snow; hurried. She lifts one hand, running it through a head of black curls. Heat coils in her belly. Blonde locks slip through the fingers in her other hand. Someone smiles against her—

Elain woke with a start, her body drenched in sweat. For three consecutive nights, she had been trapped in the same dream— one that left her skin too hot and her mind reeling. She peeled back the blankets, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and let her head drop to her chest as she inhaled deeply. Something was wrong. It wasn’t just the strangeness of the dream or its recurrence; it was the feeling of unease that had settled in her bones after waking on that first night— a feeling that had only intensified in the days that followed.

Elain quietly made her way down the hall, acutely aware of her sleeping nephew one floor up. As she stepped off the staircase to head to the kitchen, she noticed a faint light from the library. Instinctively, she moved toward it, curious about who would be awake at this hour.

Amren sat at a table off to the side, the surface before her littered with books and papers. Their last conversation popped into Elain’s mind; “You should think about working on your other skill set.” She cleared her throat as she stepped over the threshold.

Amrens’ head whipped up, dark hair swinging as those bright, perceptive eyes examined her.

“Sorry to interrupt. I didn’t expect anyone to be awake at this time.”

Rhys’ Second merely waved her hand, ushering Elain further into the room.

From a distance, she hadn’t been able to read the documents that Amren studied so intently, but as she rounded the desk…

“The dread trove.” Even speaking it aloud sent goosebumps erupting across her flesh.

“They could be the key to everything. Do not think it a coincidence, girl, that two fae, made and able to wield the trove, have arrived in Velaris for such a time as this.”

“I can’t wield the trove.”

Amren raised an eyebrow at her.

“You’ve wielded made items before.”

Elain shook her head. “Only Nesta…” But a memory stirred in her mind—a blade glinting in the dark.

“Truth-Teller isn’t made. Azriel uses it all the time.”

Yet, if she was being honest with herself, there had always been something about that knife and its master that called to her. When she’d taken it from his outstretched palm, hadn’t it sung, beckoning her to use it? She couldn’t even remember navigating the battlefield to reach the King of Hybern, hadn’t felt those shadows wrapping around her until Truth-Teller’s blade was halfway through the kings neck.

“I’ve never felt the others,” she gestured toward the diagrams on the desk. “Only the knife.”

“Interesting.” Amren tapped a long nail against the desk. “You know, Nesta only volunteered to find the trove to spare you from the burden? She only wielded them when those she loved needed her to.”

“You think I could use them with the right motivation?”

“I believe you could use them with the right connection.”

“What do you m—“

But a door in the house slammed hard enough to make Elain jump, the question dying in her throat. They were already looking toward the hallway when Mor appeared, her brown eyes wild with fear.

“It’s Azriel,” she panted. “He’s been taken.”

•••

His wings are bald.

It’s a he?

I mean I can’t confirm biologically but I think so. He looks like a warrior.

Maybe he’s here to rescue us.

Well he’s doing a pretty bad job of it. What kind of rescuer allows themselves to be captured?

It might all be a part of his plan, Suri.

Do you think putting arrows in his wings were part of his plan too? Because they look rather painful.

Okay so he’s not a warrior.

He’s dressed like a warrior.

Is he handsome?

You can’t seriously be wondering that right now, Hana.

Okay, sorry.

Yes.

Yes, what?

He is handsome.

Move over, I want to see.

Shh! I think he’s waking up!

•••

Taken.

While the Inner Circle devised a plan to save their brother and friend— Elain took the stairs back up to her room. She didn’t tell anyone where she was going, didn’t dare say out loud the idea taking form in her head. But to spite that, Nuala and Cerridwen were at her bedroom door when she got there, as if their magic already knew what she needed. Silently, they helped her out of her nightgown, pulling a set of folded clothes from their shadows and placing them in her arms. Not just any clothes— leathers. Grey in color and surprisingly supple, Elain rolled the pants over her calves first, marveling at how perfectly they molded to her body. Two straps encircled her thighs, each with a dagger casing, but she didn’t stop to think about what they might be intended for. Instead, she tugged another layer over her head; a long-sleeved top, made from fabric she had never seen. It glinted silver in the moonlight, and she wondered if someone had discovered a way to spin metal into wool. It looked like armor but felt weightless.

"Nuan," she breathed. "Nuan made these."

Cerridwen gave her a small nod as she tightened a corset around Elain's torso.

“How will you find him?” She asked.

“Not him,” Elain explained, as her grey cape was fastened across her shoulders. “Truth-Teller… I think I can find Truth-Teller. And hopefully Azriel from there, if I can still pass through the wards… but I’ll need someone to winnow me.”

“Of course,” the wraith said with a dip of her head. “We’ll both take you.”

Elain shifted the hood of her cape so her face was shrouded in shadow. That was some comfort at least, knowing her closest friends would be there, watching over them. She was suddenly struck by what it all meant; that they trusted her to bring their master home.

Elain steeled her spine. “I’m ready. There’s just one stop we need to make on the way.”

•••

Azriel cracked one eye open. Nothing had changed in the last four days; he was still contained to the same rough-hewn cell, illuminated by a spluttering torch positioned well out of reach. His wings were still stretched behind him, pinned to the rock wall at his back by several faebane tipped arrows. His hands were still shackled, each side linked to the floor with thick iron chains. And his mind still wandered to Elain every chance it got.

“Azriel!” Someone hissed from his right.

He craned his neck toward the small window carved into the stone above him where a pair of green eyes stared back.

“Hi Suri, how are things coming along?”

There were twelve females imprisoned in the caves with him, paired off and separated into rooms side by side, sharing two walls and two hand-dug windows with their neighbours. The openings weren’t big enough to climb through, but they made communication easy; that’s how he had learned his new companions’ names, how long they had been there, and what insights they had about the underground prison. It had also helped them coordinate an escape.

“Mairi and Agnes are ready. We just need…” Suri’s gaze shifted to his wings.

“Talk me through the plan,” he ordered, watching her eyes flick over his back once more before she cleared her throat.

“You will remove the arrows from your wings and toss them through the window with your super spy aim…”

He chuckled under his breath.

“…and we’ll pass them to Mairi and Agnes in room one.”

The females were seen like clockwork: two meals every day, starting with Mairi and Agnes in the cell closest to the exit and finishing with Suri and Hana in the room next to him.

“When he comes in Agnes will distract him, and Mai will…” She swallowed. “She’ll use as many of the arrows on him as she can.”

The others had been spared the poison that stifled Azriel’s shadows and slowed his healing; all too young for any magic they may possess to have matured.

“Good. What next?”

“They will lock him in their cell, then release the rest of us and we’ll undo your chains—”

“—we talked about this Suri, you may not have time…”

“Can we leave you the keys?”

He shook his head. “You might need them to get out. I’ll be fine.”

Although he could only see her eyes he knew she was scowling from her side of the wall.

“But you’ll be right behind us, won’t you Azriel?” Another voice piped up. “Once your wings have healed.”

Hana wasn’t tall enough to reach the window but he had talked to them enough now to know the difference.

“What do you do once the cages are open, Hana?”

“We head straight for the exit,” she recited carefully.

“What will you need?”

“Weapons, food, shelter. Alix and Saffron have the food we’ve been storing away from our meals.”

“Good. And when you find a way out?”

“Stick together. Hide our tracks. Walk as far as we can but save enough energy to find shelter and build a fire.”

He didn’t reply. It was a solid plan, and in his weakened state, the only help he could offer. There was just one thing left to do—he inhaled deeply, rallying what little strength he had left, and let Elain’s perfect face flash through his mind one more time. Then with a surge of determination, he ripped his wings from the wall.

Read part 9

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Notes: I thought an Elriel reunion was coming too IM SORRY. Good news is— I’m gonna post part 9 on AO3 tomorrow! It just felt like I needed to split the events up. I hope you understand 🖤

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doc-pickles · 8 months

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sent to save me | sidney crosby (ch. 4)

series masterlist

summary: trina crosby gives her son some advice. sid and annie have a conversation about… well everything

warnings: general angst, swearing, allusions to smut but nothing graphic

author’s note: I hope y’all like this chapter. I was unsure about it for a while but I’m happy with what I ended up with. enjoy!

xoxo

nina

Geno and Anna return the next day, wide grins plastered on their faces as Nikita fawns over baby Eva. Geno pulls Sid into a long hug before letting Anna fuss over him with thanks for taking such good care of Nikita.

When Sid returns to a silent house he lets out a sigh, sinking into one of the barstools before pulling his phone out and pressing the call button.

“Sweetie! I’m so glad to hear from you,” Trina Crosby’s comforting voice almost pushes Sid to tears as he listens to her across the line. He wishes there weren’t 1200 miles between them so that his mom could hug him like he was a little kid again. “Sidney? What’s wrong?”

He takes a steadying breath before speaking, “I, uh, ran into Annie the other day.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Trina sighs out across the line. “I’m so sorry. Was… Is everything okay?”

“Yeah I…,” Sid hesitates for only a moment before hanging his head and groaning. “She has a seven year old daughter. Vivie… Vivienne Taylor.”

The line is silent for a moment before Trina’s soothing voice is back, “Sidney… Are you okay?”

The question finally prompts a sob from Sidney as he leans over his counter, shoulders shaking from the force of his cries. He can hear his mom shushing and comforting him over the line but he barely registers it as he slumps forward.

“Baby it’s okay,” Trina soothes as Sid’s cries lessen. “It’s okay, you’re alright.”

When he’s mostly stopped crying Trina takes the moment to speak in a low and soothing tone to her son, “I know you’re feeling every emotion under the sun but let me tell you a story. When I was pregnant with you I was worried every single day that something bad would happen to you. Your father didn’t help, in fact his worrying and fussing over me made me more anxious. I kind of retreated into myself, in my mind that was how I could protect you. And when I held you in my arms for the first time I swore nothing would ever hurt you. Of course then your father and I had the smart idea to put a pair of knife shoes on your feet and drop you onto a frozen lake to whack at a ball with a wooden stick.

“My point here is that I’m sure Annie didn’t… Didn’t mean to keep your daughter from you,” Trina sighs across the line and Sid can almost see her running a hand across her forehead. “I know Annie and I know how a mother’s mind works and it might not have been the best decision in retrospect but I truly don’t think she was trying to hurt you. Have you seen her?”

Sid chuckles and wipes at his cheeks, “Yeah she’s gorgeous. Reminds me a lot of Taylor when she was little. You’re gonna love her.”

“She’s my first grandbaby of course I’m going to love her,” Trina laughs across the line. “I have faith in both you and Annie to work this out. I know you really love her.”

“Mom-”

Trina scoffs, “Don’t try to lie to me Sidney Patrick. I know how you feel about that woman. And if this reignites things between you two I think it’ll be good for you both.”

“Thanks for the pep talk mom,” Sidney grins as Trina chuckles. “I love you.”

“I love you too. And send me some photos of my grandbaby!”

Later that day Sidney drives over to Annie’s house to talk. He knocks on the door, noting the bright garden out front and the hand painted flowers on the porch rails. When Annie opens the door in a simple cotton dress and bare feet his breath catches and he can’t help the stutter of his heartbeat as they meet eyes.

“Hi,” Annie breathes out, opening the door wider. “Come on in, Vivie is sleeping over at her friends house tonight so there’s no one home.”

Sidney walks into the house, staring at the photos of Annie and Vivie on the walls. There’s pictures of a newborn Vivie, school portraits, beach vacations, and selfies of the two of them. Sid stops short when he lands on a picture of Annie with a round belly, grinning brightly up at the camera. He can tell from the background that she’s at their favorite cabin in Vermont where they’d spent hundreds of winter weekends with each other.

“Can I get you anything?

Sid whips around to look at Annie who’s nervously fidgeting next to the kitchen island. Her home is warm and inviting, exactly what he would’ve pictured for her.

“I’m okay,” Sid says as he walks over and settles into one of the barstools at the island. “I… Do you want to go first?”

Annie heaves a deep sigh before fixing her gaze on her hands, “I… We were still fighting when I found out I was pregnant and… God Sid everything was a mess. You were gone so much and I was home alone and I didn’t want to bring a baby into that. And then when we had that final fight… I don’t know. I know it was wrong but I didn’t want our baby to be born into that, into a world where we were fighting constantly and you were on the road all the time. It was shitty of me, so fucking shitty, and I’m so sorry but… It felt like the right thing.”

“Annie…,” Sid’s voice is low and he can tell that whatever he says next is not going to sound good. “I… You can’t just… Fuck! You knew you were pregnant when you ended things? Are you fucking serious?”

“I-”

“And even after that! You had to have known I was benched, that my career was over,” Sid stands and runs his hands through his hair angrily, turning away from Annie. “Even after that you didn’t think to tell me? When I was stuck at home and couldn’t fucking leave? When I was doing exactly what you wanted me to? I mean, fuck Annie, did you ever think of me?”

“Sid please,” Annie begs, eyes welling with tears as she desperately looks to Sid. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear. I just wanted to protect Vivie. I… The press were already saying that our breakup was the reason you got injured and I didn’t want Viv to be clumped in with that.”

“Bullshit!,” Sid roars and he knows he’s too loud, too angry to be having this conversation. “You could’ve told me An! You could’ve called and told me anytime between then and now. You were just fucking scared. Of what I don’t know but… But I’ll never understand why you did what you did. How you hurt me, hurt Vivie, with all of this bullshit.”

“I was scared of getting hurt too,” Annie exclaims, hands flying up as she holds back tears. “I was scared that my heart would get broken because you’d wake up one day and realize that… That Vivie and I weren’t worth it anymore.”

“Annie, why would you think that,” Sidney’s voice fills with hurt as he stares at her. “I know that I wasn’t home very much and I hate how I treated you but… God I would’ve given you the world, Ans. Anything, I would’ve given up anything for you and for Vivie. But you took that choice from me and you took it from our daughter too.”

There’s a tense moment of silence as Sidney looks up at Annie. Her face is a perfect picture of anger as she stalks towards him, her finger jabbing at his chest, “Fuck you Sidney. You don’t know shit about Vivienne, you don’t get to make decisions for her. I do! She’s my daughter!”

“And she’s mine too,” Sidney counters as he presses closer to her, Annie’s face paling at his tone. “Vivie is half me and you fucking took away any chance I had to make decisions for her, Annie. Do you get that? Do you get that I only met my daughter because my god son is her best friend? I could’ve gone my whole fucking life not knowing that there’s someone out there that’s half me and half the woman I love. How do you not see how fucked up that is?”

“I- You,” Annie stutters over her words as she stares up at Sidney with wide, watering eyes. “You… You still love me?”

Sid runs a hand through his hair and looks away from Annie before turning back to her with shining eyes, “Of fucking course I do. You stole my heart, ran away with it eight years ago and I’ve never found anyone else to fill that hole. You… You’re everything Annie, you always have been. That’s what I’m trying to tell you!”

Without any hesitation Annie leans forward and locks her lips with Sidney’s. He’s helpless to fight her off, instead wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. He knows that this is a bad idea, but the feeling of her in his arms after so many years is hypnotizing.

“You… Fuck Sid” Annie pants as she pulls away from him, their foreheads touching. “You’re magnetic, I can’t stay away from you.”

Sid leans back and meets her eyes, searching for any sign that this isn’t what she wants, “Tell me. Tell me to stop Annie and I will.”

“Please don’t stop,” Annie whispers, meeting his eyes. “Please Sid.”

Their lips crash together again, bodies pressed so close there’s nothing separating them but their clothes. Sid’s hands dwarf Annie’s hips as he lifts her to wrap her legs around him, their lips still locked in their heated kiss as he stumbles blindly down the hallway.

Sidney doesn’t stop, can’t stop as he and Annie fall into bed together. The feeling of her smooth skin, the sounds of her angelic moans, the way she’s always reaching for him… It makes his heart pound in his chest, makes his breathing shallow and his head feel like.

The feeling of Annie in his arms makes Sid feel alive for the first time in eight years.

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likecanyoujustnot · 7 months

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Cardan’s letters pov

Part 3: games

A/n: I wrote it pretty quickly. This is so much easier than the feysand one. Hm. Shouldn’t take me long to do the others

Part 2. Part 4

I was positively miserable. Another week had passed, making it 25 days she’d been gone for. I had never cared this much about time before now.

The court had noticed I wasn’t the same. Many rumours I’d been injured, or fallen ill. I supposed I was ill. Heartbreak or as close to it as I could get at the moment.

Never thought I’d feel something like this. Ever. Never thought I’d care so much about someone I’d yearn for their presence so much. To hear their voice, see their face and smile. Care so much that they could come so close to breaking my heart.

I’d come so close to just asking Taryn for help, but after all she’d done to Jude, I wasn’t inclined to speak to her.

But I knew who I would be.

“I know you’ve been seeing Jude.”

The roach looked up at me from where he sat looking at spy reports.

“What makes you say that?” The fact he didn’t deny it told me all I needed to know.

“You’re not the only one with sources.” It was a guess, but I knew him well enough to know he cared for Jude. He wasn’t likely to just ignore her.

“I am your sources.”

“That’s beside the point.” I sat at the small table across from him.

“Remind me again of the point since you already know I’ve seen her.”

Is she safe? Angry? Does she use her every breath to declare how much she hates me? I go for a less desperate question. “How is she?”

“She’s fine.” He went back to his report.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

He sighed and set down the pen. “She’s mentioned you maybe twice.”

My stomach dropped. Maybe she didn’t even see me as important enough to return to. “Is she angry?”

“As angry as someone who’s been exiled by one they trusted can be.”

“So very angry?”

“Not quite. She seems to be more… distant. Cold. She’s been using her time as a mercenary for the folk living in her area, getting paid just enough to help her sister, killing and dealing with their issues.”

She was queen now. Anything I owned now belonged to the both of us. And vice versa. She now had access to the entire royal coffers, all the gold and valuables Mab and my father collected.

Now hers.

“That news disturbs you.” He was very observant, I’d give him that.

I didn’t answer him for a while. Keeping quiet in thought.

“Does she want to come back?”

“I’m not sure, she hasn’t mentioned it.” His gaze hardened. “Besides, you exiled her, said that if she came back she’d be killed. Jude is many things, foolish is not one of them, she wouldn’t come back to a death trap.”

He didn’t know about the loophole, so I couldn’t have him relay the message.

“I spoke to Vivienne once while she was out.”

Vivi and I had been friendly. Her closeness to Rhyia caused us to interact on occasion.

“What’d she say?”

“Not much, she’s distrustful of the fae. Said Jude barely spoke to her, that she was jittery, would spend a couple minutes every day just staring at space, playing with the ring on her finger.”

The wedding ring. The one I’d used my lessons of slight hand to take as she’d worn it. Given back to her as we exchanged vows. The far didn’t do wedding rings. But I’d thought Jude would appreciate it.

She’d probably told Vivi we were married. I doubt either would’ve told the roach.

My heart ached. I’d been an idiot. Marry her and exile her in the space of a couple hours. What could go wrong?

Clearly everything.

I put my head in my hands and rested my elbows on the table. “I just want her back.”

“Maybe you should tell her that.”

“I can’t.” My voice cracked.

“Well then, not much I can do I’m afraid.”

I looked up at the roach. “Can you tell her?”

“No.”

I glared at him. “I am your king-”

He stared back at me with just as much will. “Yes, but you are also my friend, Cardan. And I will not fix your mistakes for you. I will not be your go between in this weird relationship you two have going on. You want her back you tell her that, you fight for her back.”

“I’m not a fighter.” Balekin had felt the need to remind me of that every time I failed.

“Not all fighting is done with a sword.”

The roach stood up and left.

I grabbed a piece of blank paper from where he had been working and grabbed the quill.

The words came much easier to me today that they had the past times I’d tried writing to her.

Jude,

You are in no mood for games. Very well. I am in no mood for them either.

Let me write it outright. You are pardoned. I revoke your banishment. I rescind my words. Come home.

Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must.

Just come home.

Cardan

I stared at the words on the page. No room for misinterpretation. I told her she wouldn’t be killed, that she would be safe, that I wanted her to come home. To me.

I needed her to come home.

My wife,

My queen,

My Jude.

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silas-222 · 11 months

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Give Me One More Chance

When I wake up, the darkness before dawn holds its breath

I can't find the words that the silence corners me

I wonder if this is the last time

(Lord, give me one more chance)

Twirling in the large black quinceañera dress with my main chambelán, we laughed loudly. The song, 'Once Upon A Dream' from the Maleficent Disney movie, coming to an end which had myself being held up as I laid on my friends. Acting as if I were sleeping in their arms.

As the music cut off, I stood up and hugged my friends tightly, sending them off to the main table before going over to my father. "Papi!" I smiled and hugged him tightly. "Thank you papi.." I said softly and looked up at him.

"Mija you're welcome.. but go enjoy yourself, go eat, then thank everyone for coming." My father, Miguel, instructed me. I nodded and went to the main table, sitting in a large chair with my damas and chambeláns on either side of me.

"Girl let me fix your crown." My best friend, Naylah, said, reaching up and fixing my large crown. Giggling and thanking her.

The damas wore black short dresses that suited all of their body types. An off the shoulder, sweetheart neckline, a small bow on the front and a lace up back. They all looked beautiful. Their hair was done in whichever way made them feel comfortable.

The chambelans wore black on black with a soft purple bow tie. They all had gold chains that I gifted them. My main chambelán, Miles, was dressed more as a vaquero, the black hat ontop of his head made him stand out more.

I noticed one of my cousins walking up to the table, making me stand up and run over to her. "You made it!" I squealed. "Of course niñita, anyways, here." She handed me a small bag. "Open it now, it matches your dress." I nodded, opening the bag and seeing a pearl white Vivienne Westwood choker.

"No!" I gasped and looked at her, "yes! Go ask your dad to put it on." I nodded then ran over to my dad.

"Papi, mira! Reyna gave it to me!" I squealed and giggled, "help me please..?" My father nodded, making me turn around and move my back length hair.

He carefully put the choker on and adjusted it before letting me turn back around as he teared up. "Y/n... you're getting so big mi mija but know I'll always be your father regardless." I teared up and nodded, hugging him tightly. "I love you niña fresca.." I laughed softly. "I love you too papi.."

***Time skip like two hours.***

"Alright everybody! ¡Atención a todos aquí!" The DJ spoke up, a microphone held up to his mouth, "it's time for the father daughter dance! Y/n.. Miguel! Vamos!!"

I stood up from my seat with Miles helping me down, walking me over to the dance floor as I heard the song my dad picked out beginning to start. 'Amor Eterno' the version sung by the wonderful Rocío Dúrcal.

My father grabbed my hand, smiling tearfully, "papi ¡Dijiste que no podía llorar!" I teased him, tearing up myself. "Así es, no puedes, pero yo puedo." He said as he held me close.

"Ay mija.. what happened to not growing up? You broke your promise niñita.." he said as tears started falling down his face. "I miss when you would climb into my bed and cry about thunder storms, and when you would cry over Miles taking your Barbies." I rolled my eyes playfully, feeling a couple tears falling down my face. "But I could not be more proud of you, my beautiful baby girl. I loved you from the second your mother-" we both rolled our eyes at the word, my mother wasn't the best. "Regardless, the second your mother told me she was pregnant, I knew and prayed to god you were a girl. I wanted a daughter more than anything. I loved you the second you entered this world and I'll love you till the second I leave it."

I sobbed softly, putting my head in his chest. Ignoring the shiver that was sent down my spine.

Ignoring the figure in the doorway…

Ignoring my cousins yells to move…

The song barely reaching the middle before a loud crash happened, a pang of fear ran through my body. My fathers body tensing as he fell to his knees, grabbing his stomach. "Papi!" I screamed, watching as my fathers suit slowly became tainted with red.

'Tarde o temprano estaré contigo.. Para seguir amándonos..'

I screamed and fell to the floor with him in my arms, Miles, the rest of our friends, family members looking around and not knowing what to do. "Papi! Stay awake please.. papi por favor, you have to stay awake." I said as tears streamed down my face and onto his.

The song continued to play, the lyrics haunting my mind as everything sped past me. "Daddy please stay awake.. I-I need you still, you have to stay with me okay?" I sobbed, holding onto his hand as he cupped my face. "Y/n... im so proud of you..."

I shook my head. "Okay I know but you can tell me once you're alright, you can tell me anything you want." I told him, "mija.. I need you to be the best you can.. take care of people and yourself... my beautiful baby girl.. I love you so much.. remember that please baby.." I nodded and sobbed louder, the expensive makeup streaming down my face as Miles crouched behind me.

The EMTS rushing past the group and removing him, "no! No please! I-I need to stay with him!" I screamed through my tears. Being held back by Miles, his parents and Naylah. "Let go of me! Papi! Please!" I sobbed.

The haunting voice of Rocío continued to sing as this happened. "Yo he sufrido tanto por tu ausencia..

Desde ese día hasta hoy no soy feliz, Y aunque tengo tranquila mi conciencia... Sé que pude haber yo hecho más por ti.. Oscura soledad estoy viviendo..La misma soledad de tu sepulcro.. Tú eres el amor del cual yo tengo. El más triste recuerdo de Acapulco. Cómo quisiera, ay Que tú vivieras."

I sobbed as I watched the EMT's wrapped my fathers body in a black bag, finally ripping away from the Morales' and Naylah as I ran over to him. "You lied.. you broke your promise! Papi please." I sobbed, opening the bag and cupping his face, praying it was a joke, a very very sick joke to be played.

"Que tus ojitos jamás se hubieran.. Cerrado nunca y estar mirándolos.. Amor eterno.. E inolvidable."

I screamed in anguish as I fell to the floor, the EMT's backing away and letting my cry. Holding onto his hand as I forced it to cup my face. "¡Papi, por favor, me lo prometiste! Prometes que te quedarías... Dios por qué ... por qué ahora.. ¿Por qué nosotros..?!" I sobbed loudly, my throat hurting.

"Tarde o temprano estaré contigo... Para seguir amándonos.. Amor eterno.. Eterno.. Amor eterno, oh.. Eterno...Ah-ah-ah-ah."

I continued to sob before I was picked up by my tio Gabriel. "Shh mija.." he whispered as I watched as the EMT's slowly and carefully wrapped up my fathers body. Clutching my tio's blazer and sobbing loudly, "papi..." I screamed again, feeling Miles and Naylah come up as they hugged me.

The song coming to an end as did my vision, curling up in Miles's lap as I was held by the trio, sobbing loudly till my throat became horse.

***two weeks later***

I sat in the church chapel. Dressed in a black off the shoulder maxi dress that Naylah dressed me in, she styled my hair simply, only curling/straightening it.

I leaned on her shoulder, watching as different people went up to his mahogany red casket, paying their respects before looking at me with pity, I watched as miles put a picture of him, Naylah and i when we were six, dressed up for a Halloween and surrounding my father who was dressed as a vampire.

Miles spoke to his mom, she nodded then he walked over to me. He kissed my head and grabbed my other hand, sitting between two people who cared for me deeply.

After two hours of people talking about my father, I stood up, the chapel going dead silent. Watching as I walked up to the podium. "Hi.. I'm y/n O'Hara, his only daughter. My father passed at my quinces, his last words to me were for me to be the best I could be, protect people and myself.. I-I don't know what he meant by that.. I probably never will.." I spoke softly, tearing up as I looked at the huge crowd of people.

"My dad enjoyed watching random tv shows with me, taking me and my best friends to concerts, spoiling me, cooking, and his job. He took pictures of everything. Like I'm pretty sure if I look around our house there's a random picture of a bird or even a random picture of Miles and I on our trampoline in the back yard..." I chuckled softly.

"He never looked for praises, He was never one to boast, He just went on quietly working For the ones he loved the most. His dreams were seldom spoken, His wants were very few. And most of the time his worries went unspoken too. He was there... firm foundation through all our storms of life. A sturdy hand to hold on to in times of stress and strife.

A true friend we could turn to when times were good or had one of our greatest blessings.. The man that I called Dad." I sniffed, feeling the tears fall down my face.

I looked at the casket, walking up to it and looking down. Seeing his sleeping figure as I started breaking down again. "I-I need you papi... please.. it's not funny anymore.." I told him. Shaking his heavy body. "Come on.. wake up.." I whispered.

Miles and Naylah looked at each other as they stood up, "papi please! I need you! You can't leave me!" I sobbed more, hearing the whispers from the people behind me. "Y-you can't! You promised you'd stay.. you promised you'd live to be 200, you can't leave!" I yelled as I fell to my knees. Clutching the casket tightly.

"Y/n..." Naylah spoke as miles wrapped his arms around me. "Come on baby.." Miles whispered and picked me up, my sobs echoing throughout the church. Holding onto miles the same way a child was. "Papi!" I wailed, miles leading me to a more private area in the church.

Miles sat me on the floor as he and Naylah kneeled infront of me, "I-I can't, Nai.. I need him. I need my dad.." I cried to my friend, she nodded and hugged me tightly. "I know y/n.. I know.." she coo'd. Miles' hand in my hair, petting it softly in attempts to calm me down.

'God.. give me one more chance... please..'

Every time I look back, I can't find the answer

I wonder if this is the last time

(Lord, give me one more chance)

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