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caffeinatelove · 2 months ago

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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟdating reo and nagi you play soccer with your boyfriends!

𝐛𝐲𝐫: these are just headcanons! female reader, polyamory, intended lowercase, includes swearing, possible out of character / mischaracterisation, fluff, suggestive and sexual themes!

you didn’t know much about soccer.

which, in hindsight, was kind of funny seeing as the sport was a major factor in both your boyfriends' lives. if not, what their world primarily revolved around. of course, you understood the basics… you know you get a point when the ball goes in the net. you know 'offside' is apparently a thing people fight over like it’s life or death.

oh, and you know exactly when to turn the tv on to watch real madrid play. that one’s real important.

although, reo and nagi would probably disagree.

you remember softly padding into the living room one day, only to find them cuddled up watching tv together. the familiar cheering catches your attention, and your eyes sweep over what’s displayed on the screen.

"hey, this is madrid playing, right?"

"uh–yeah!" reo lights up, beyond surprised that you even knew the team’s name. it’s a good kind of surprised, though. and he immediately scoots over, patting the cushion beside him. "got it right. good job, princess."

"they’re versing those barça guys. should be intense." nagi quietly informs as you slide into the far end of the couch. you almost never watch games with them, let alone make the effort to engage, so they’re pretty thrilled to think you’re finally taking an interest in their world.

"sick! so… where’s jude bellingham?"

a moment of silence.

when you turn to face your boyfriends' they’re both sporting the same incredibly unimpressed look. and you swear that reo’s eyebrow twitched.

"so that’s what this is about." he mutters, feeling a tad bit betrayed, and it sounds like he’s speaking more to himself than anything.

"what? i just think he’s a good player." you sheepishly whistle, leaning forward to ogle the tv once said athlete finally comes on.

"he’s not even that good!" reo suddenly snaps, arms crossed over his chest, and it’s definitely not about soccer anymore.

"overrated." nagi huffs, reaching for the remote with way too much effort for someone who usually refuses to walk more than five steps unless bribed. "this is getting tiresome. let’s watch something else."

"i agree.” reo grumbles.

he changes the channel and some stupid cartoon animation starts playing. you blink, unable to believe their childish jealousy. "are you two serious?"

after that, you realise that your type must be immature men. you also make a mental note to never again disclose even the notion of having a celebrity crush around them. but the incident ultimately makes you realise that you probably could try a little harder to understand the sport they love.

so a few days later, you casually bring it up over breakfast. "would it be okay if i played soccer with you guys sometime?"

and just like that, your two boyfriends are choking on their orange juice. nagi slowly blinks like he misheard you, and reo’s staring like you just proposed. which, to be fair, you might as well have.

because the idea of you wanting to play soccer with them, of you wanting to be part of something they love so much? it makes their heart warm. to their knowledge you’ve never really played before, but that doesn’t matter, because they’re already jumping at the chance to say yes.

nagi nods his head curtly. "i’d be okay with that."

meanwhile, reo’s practically bouncing up and down, unable to contain his excitement. "of course we can play together! i’ll get you whatever you need. shin guards, a personal coach, hell, i’ll rent out the local park just so we can–"

"my backyard is fine." you quickly respond, grabbing onto his shoulders to stop him from freaking out any further.

he pauses, your touch grounding him. "you sure, princess?"

"yes! i don’t wanna pursue it or anything like that, i just know how much you two really enjoy it. so, why not? i wanna spend time doing something that you guys like." you quietly admit. and that response has them absolutely melting. it’s settled. cemented. you’re all going to play soccer together.

and so, the day eventually rolls around.

like promised, it’s nothing serious, just the three of you preparing to play a game of soccer in your oddly spacious backyard.

nagi’s half-asleep placing some cones down in vague formations, like he’s making it up as he goes. and reo’s struggling to get the portable goal net upright. when finally, you finish getting ready.

"we can start now!" you announce, stepping outside.

with your compression shirt hugging everything, a form fitting skirt to match that swayed with every step and the final kill shot; a pair of baby pink cleats that are so offensively cute, it’s truly a miracle the grass didn’t catch on fire beneath you.

both boys falter immediately upon noticing you. reo can feel his heart hammering in his ears. a noise that only intensifies once he catches sight of your bare thighs under the skirt. and then the adorable cleats just below them. oh god. a cone slips out of nagi’s grip by accident — like the muscles in his hand just went completely slack.

"okay, guys, i’m ready." you rest your hands on your hips.

that’s when the white haired boy suddenly tilts his head all the way back, staring up at the sky and directly into the sun as if trying to blind himself.

"um, treasure, what are you doing?" reo coughs into his hand, voice strained like he’s holding his self control together with nothing more than dental floss.

"just in case i get a nose bleed." nagi says flatly. "it’s a real hassle when it drips on your clothes, you know?"

"guys? is everything okay?" your voice cuts in, extremely oblivious to what’s causing their very weird demeanour.

reo opens his practically foaming mouth. closes it. tries again.

"it’s just, uh," he mutters, "you’re usually supposed to wear loose clothes when you, uh…"

your face flushes slightly in embarrassment, the slip up highlighting how little you know about the sport. "oh. should i change into something else then?"

"NO."

you’re flustered, sure, but also a little amused. they look like they’re about to spontaneously combust and you’ve barely said three sentences. was it really riling them up this much?

"so… i take it my clothes are okay?"

they both nod like zombies, looking a little bit glazed over.

you hum in determination, moving over to the ball and hesitantly kicking it forward, trying to get used to rolling it under your foot. "alright then, let’s start."

reo tugs at the collar of his jersey, letting out a half exasperated half strangled sound. "she’s trying to kill me."

"us." nagi corrects, finally looking back down at you, before immediately adverting his eyes again. "that outfit… hmph. she could’ve warned us beforehand."

after everyone calms down, you finally agree to start playing. and you realise that you’re actually a bit nervous. of course this was meant to be nothing more than a fun game with your partners, where they teach you as you go along, but they were essentially both pro players. who wouldn’t be a bit nervous?

but surprisingly, both your boyfriends' are so soft about it.

maybe you were just too accustomed to witnessing their ruthlessness while in blue lock, because you weren’t expecting it.

but nagi stays close to help your stance. he’ll lightly touch your waist while guiding you, the action sending unwarranted butterflies in your stomach. "other side." he’ll mumble, adjusting your foot with his. "there you go."

you’re definitely getting babied, but you don’t mind it. you actually enjoy how nagi whispers quiet words of encouragement. whereas reo, on the other hand, was acting like your own personal cheerleader, praising everything and anything you do like you’re some kind of prodigy. even though you’re the farthest one from it.

you kick the ball and miss?

he’s clapping.

you then attempt to chase after it and stumble a bit?

well, now he’s cheering. "that was so close! you’re a natural!"

you try to pass but it’s crooked and you somehow trip and plant yourself face first into the grass?

"ah shit–err, you’re doing so well, princess! keep it up!" he’s jumping up and down like you won the world cup.

to say they were being supportive would probably be an understatement. nagi was definitely more patient with you, calmly going through the steps of whatever you couldn’t really figure out. but since reo was able to mask his own restlessness with overcompensating compliments, none of it ended up being too much for you. both of them were a massive help throughout it all.

and the moment you actually start getting into it, oooh, they totally lose it.

you dribble a little. maybe chase the ball across the grass faster without tripping. the pleats in your tiny skirt flutter with every movement, and they’re both just watching with hearts in their eyes. because this is essentially their two favourite things in the whole wide world. together. actually, that might be subjective with nagi because he’d probably throw his iphone into that mix.

also they definitely fight at least once or twice or maybe even a couple times over who gets to show or teach you something.

"i said i was gonna show her that." "mmm. you were too slow."

anyways, perhaps by sheer luck, or possibly fate, you actually manage to kick the ball hard enough to send it sailing straight into the goal. there’s a pause due to your own shock. before you’re throwing your hands up in ecstasy, as the thrill of victory, although barely earned, rushes through you.

"goal!” you gush, jumping up and down in the spot and almost tripping over thin air with the action.

and your boyfriends' don’t even try to be chill about it. reo let’s out a dramatic whoop, running forward before lifting you in the air. nagi trails behind, with a lazy smile on his mouth and his arms already open for the inevitable group hug.

"you did it, y/n." reo commends, and you can tell by his tone that he wasn’t actually expecting you to do it.

"mhm. that was fun." nagi adds, looking genuinely impressed by your effort.

you exhale sharply. "wow, i sounded like isagi just now, didn’t i? he’s such a good player. i don’t understand how he does this everyday with other people."

another moment of silence. oh, there’s that eyebrow twitch from reo again. "we are standing right here."

"ah, yeah. you guys are good players too." you bashfully add, moving to pull them both into a hug again. it’s sweaty but filled with love.

"you wanna go back inside now and take a celebratory nap?" nagi asks, a hopeful note in his tone.

"nope, let’s continue playing!" you chirp, before pulling away to go and grab the ball. the two boys exchange a look.

you continue playing to your hearts content. until it almost starts to border sunset, and you’re way too exhausted to move even another bone in your body. you’re panting wildly, flushed body pressed against the grass as you try to desperately catch your breath. your boyfriends' are all but tranquil as they move next to you on the grass.

"how are you two not dying?" you grunt.

reo shrugs, leaning back on his palms and spreading his legs out. "we kind of do this everyday."

"okay, but, you’ve barely even broken a sweat! you guys are something inhuman."

he chuckles before fixing you with that familiar cocky smile. "just saving my stamina for later, sweet girl."

you scoff, but the implication makes your face flare up anyway. sometimes, you hated reo and his effortless charm.

nagi plops down next to you. except he slides a little lower than usual, casually tugging your legs across his torso like it’s a weighted blanket he wishes to die beneath. "you’re cute when you try." he mumbles, arms locked around your thighs.

you’re too exhausted to react to the mildly patronising tone in his comment. you just groan and continue to melt into the grass.

until they begin inching closer. of course.

reo’s fingers suddenly brush through your messily strewn hair, tucking a few strands behind your ear. "you’ve earned a reward, you know. learning how to play so well. scoring that one goal."

you let out a laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "you’re too much."

"you love it." he hums, already leaning in.

it barely gives you time to register the little soft kisses that nagi is pressing just above your knee. dragging his lips up your thigh. you can barely make out the faint sound of his mumbling. "bet you’re still warm from running." he rasps. "let me taste."

hearing that alone almost makes you malfunction. you didn’t even get the chance to get out of your practice clothes before they’re suddenly pinning you down on the grass, mouths and hands on a mission.

"guys, wait, i’m like, all sweaty. everywhere. this is not—hot."

"says who?" reo challenges, already kissing down your throat. he zeroes in on your pulse point, which is still thrumming from the adrenaline of playing. and now something else entirely.

"says me." you weakly retort, but it seems like they have no shame in their game.

nagi hums, still tracing his mouth alarmingly close to a certain area. "hm. but you did so good."

"we just want to celebrate our little mvp." reo adds with a chuckle, but you can tell he’s holding himself back. if the almost hungry look in his eyes is anything to go.

you scramble for a sliver of dignity. "can i at least take a shower first?"

"no.” nagi whines, fingers reaching for your skirt. "i don’t want you to take this off yet. you look too pretty in it.” he mumbles. "like, too much."

your face burns at the compliment. nagi is so soft spoken to the point where everything he says sounds innocent. even if it’s not. especially when it’s not. that’s what makes it so dangerous. you squirm. "but i’m gross–"

that’s when reo grabs your wrists to press you flush against the grass completely. the choppy leaves dig into your skin; a silent order to stop the wriggling.

the glint in his eyes is almost animalistic, and when he murmurs it’s a strained sound. like he’s been holding this in for hours. "you think we care about that?"

you blink, breath suddenly caught in your throat. what kind of horny demon managed to simultaneously possess the both of them? sure, you knew that exercise was an incubator for endorphins. you also knew that your boyfriends' loved to ambush you with a tag-team. but something about this was different. it had to be their desperation.

your scrutinising gaze flickers between them. "literally what has gotten into you freaks?"

and then reo leans in, deciding to mercifully tell you the truth. his mouth is right at your ear, but the words are just loud enough for nagi to hear, too.

"this whole day all i could think about was having your legs over my shoulders." he exhales shakily. "with the cleats still on."

your heart stutters. and your brain blanks. your thighs twitch without your permission.

even nagi let’s out a guttural sound at the mental image. and that’s when it clicks. that’s why they’re acting like this. they’re being so borderline feral because this is something that has really got them going. like, this outfit. and you, playing soccer, in general. the whole shebang.

your suspicions are confirmed when reo continues. "watching you run around in that tiny skirt has been driving me crazy, too." his forehead is pressed to yours now, barely containing himself. "please."

your face goes scarlet at the pure yearning in his tone. they wanted you this badly? suddenly your brain feels foggy. and your willpower is surely slipping away.

"she’s shaking." nagi comments. "cute."

you let out mortified laugh, finally accepting your fate with a heart that’s beating way too fast for reasons completely unrelated to physical activity.

"i hate you both." you mumble in resignation.

five minutes later you’re making noises that probably say otherwise.

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yokumirumerafan · 2 months ago

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Alright I'm back earlier than expected >:)

Demon Slayer Characters Reacting to Y/N Hinting at Marriage

Hashira

Giyuu Tomioka

Blinks in confusion when you start talking about wedding ceremonies and rings.

“Are you… interested in weddings?” he asks, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

Internally panicking because he’s absolutely thinking about you in a wedding kimono now.

Will probably take a few days to process, but eventually, he’ll awkwardly ask, “If… If I proposed, would you say yes?”

Shinobu Kocho

Giggles knowingly the moment she catches on to your hints.

“Oh my, Y/N, you seem quite interested in marriage lately… Do you have someone in mind?”

Will tease you endlessly just to see you flustered, but deep down, she’s imagining the two of you together.

“If you want a ring, you should’ve just asked me~” she finally says with a sly smile.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Bursts out laughing in his usual enthusiastic way.

“Marriage is a wonderful thing! Do you dream of such a future, Y/N?”

Takes every hint seriously and starts imagining a grand wedding with his family present.

He’s so straightforward that he’ll just come out and say, “If you wish to be wed, then let us make it happen!”

Tengen Uzui

Smirks immediately, catching on in a second.

“Trying to drop hints, huh? You’ll have to be flashier than that, my love.”

Jokes about how you’d be the perfect addition to his family, but there’s sincerity in his tone.

The next time you hint at it, he just slides a ring onto your finger and winks.

Mitsuri Kanroji

Immediately gets flustered, blushing like crazy.

“Oh! Weddings are so romantic! Do you think… do you think about that with me?”

Can’t stop daydreaming about a wedding and holding your hands while gushing over rings.

If you keep hinting at it, she’ll eventually burst out, “I’d love to marry you, Y/N!”

Muichiro Tokito

Blinks, completely unaware at first.

“Marriage? Hm… I never really thought about it before.”

But the more you talk about it, the more he pictures a life with you.

Randomly one day, he just asks, “If you wanted to get married, would I be the one?”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Scoffs, pretending he doesn’t care.

“Tch. What’s with all this wedding talk?”

But later, you catch him staring at a jewelry shop, lost in thought.

If you keep dropping hints, he’ll eventually grumble, “Damn it, Y/N… Are you saying you wanna marry me or what?”

Obanai Iguro

Gets incredibly flustered but tries to hide it.

“Why are you talking about marriage so much?”

Secretly loves the idea but doesn’t think he’s worthy.

Kaburamaru keeps nudging him whenever you hint at it, and one day, he just blurts out, “Would you really want to marry someone like me?”

Main Trio + Genya

Tanjiro Kamado

Blushes IMMEDIATELY.

“Marriage? That’s… a really beautiful thought.”

You catch him smiling to himself, already imagining a happy life together.

“Y/N, if you’re serious… then one day, I’d love to marry you.”

Zenitsu Agatsuma

SCREAMS.

“A-Are you saying you want to marry ME?!”

Grabs your hands and gets dramatic about it.

Will probably propose on the spot.

Inosuke Hashibira

“What’s a wedding? Some kind of battle ritual?”

Once you explain, he scoffs. “Tch. Why do you need all that? If you wanna stay with me forever, just say so!”

Lowkey sentimental about it and later mutters, “I guess… if it’s with you, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

Genya Shinazugawa

Turns BRIGHT red.

“W-Wait, you mean like… marriage marriage?”

Doesn’t know what to do with himself but is clearly flustered and happy.

“Y/N… are you serious? ��Cause if you are, I’d… I’d really like that.”

Upper Moons + Muzan

Akaza

Freezes when you mention weddings.

“…Marriage?”

Memories of his past flood in, and for a moment, he’s silent.

But when he sees you smiling at him, he realizes he wants to protect you forever.

“If you want to be with me… then I’ll make sure it happens.”

Doma

Laughs and teases you endlessly.

“Oh my! Dropping hints already, Y/N? How adorable~”

Plays it off like a joke but secretly likes the idea.

“Would you really want to marry a demon, though?” he asks with a rare hint of sincerity.

Kokushibo

Pauses for a LONG time.

“…Marriage is… a commitment.”

He’s old-fashioned, so if he thinks about marriage, he thinks about lifelong dedication.

“If that is what you truly desire… then I will honor it.”

Muzan Kibutsuji

Raises an eyebrow. “Marriage? How… human.”

At first, he doesn’t understand why you keep mentioning it.

But over time, he realizes he doesn’t hate the idea of someone being by his side forever.

“You truly wish to stay with me for eternity? Hmph. I suppose that is acceptable.”

Whether flustered, eager, or reluctant, they all react in their own way to Y/N’s hints at marriage! 💍💕

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squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame · 2 months ago

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Can we get the tea party version with nam~guy and a set of twins please i need this cuteness image in my life! 💕

Awww yes!

A tea party with Appa

Character: Nam-Gyu X fem!reader

Summary: You have just finished cleaning dishes when you find your husband and two little girls, Ru-yeon and Sae-hyun having a tea party with their appa.

Warnings: none🦑🦑

It was a peaceful afternoon in your home, the soft hum of a kettle on the stove and the light chatter of your two-year-old daughters filling the space. You had just finished cleaning the dishes when you walked into the living room to find a scene that made your heart swell.

There, sitting on the plush carpet, was Nam-Gyu, your husband, in the middle of an adorable tea party. Ru-yeon and Sae-hyun, both dressed in tiny, colorful dresses, were sitting beside him with little plastic cups in their hands. Nam-Gyu had an exaggeratedly serious expression, pretending to sip from his own teacup, while Ru-yeon, the more talkative of the two, was offering him pretend food with a grin.

“Appa, tea!” she declared, her tiny hands holding out an empty cup, though her bright eyes sparkled with mischief. Nam-Gyu leaned in and took the cup, bowing his head slightly in mock seriousness, “Thank you, my dear. This tea is delicious.”

Sae-hyun, who had been quietly observing with wide eyes, finally broke her silence. She giggled and held out her own cup, her soft voice barely a whisper. “More, Appa!”

He chuckled, carefully accepting the offer with exaggerated grace, much to the girls' delight. “Of course, more tea for my lovely daughters.”

You stood in the doorway, a smile playing at the corner of your lips, watching the tender exchange. They looked so natural together, like this tea party was just another one of those small moments that made up the joy of family life.

The girls were babbling now, asking him for more “cookies” and “sweets” that didn’t exist, but to them, it was all part of the fun. Ru-yeon grabbed his hand, trying to get him to help her with a little teapot set. Nam-Gyu, though clearly still recovering from a long day, was completely engrossed, his focus entirely on his daughters.

You chuckled softly as you entered the room, kneeling beside them. “Is there room for one more guest at this fancy tea party?”

The two girls immediately lit up, and Ru-yeon clapped her hands, “Eomma, sit! Tea!”

Nam-Gyu smiled up at you, his tired but happy eyes meeting yours. “I was just about to invite you. You should have seen the spread they made for me. I think it might be better than anything you’ve ever made.”

You raised an eyebrow in playful challenge. “Better than my cooking?”

He winked. “Better than even your famous ramen. You should be worried.”

Sae-hyun held out a cup to you, her little face full of concentration as she handed you the pretend tea. “Eomma, tea.”

You took the cup, playing along, and leaned in for a sip. “Mmm, this is the best tea I’ve ever had.”

Nam-Gyu laughed, looking at the girls with so much love in his eyes. “I’d say they’re the best hosts we could ask for."

And in that moment, everything felt right. The three of them, their laughter, and the love that filled the room—this was your world now, and it was perfect.

You leaned over and kissed Nam-Gyu on the cheek. “Thank you for taking care of them. They love you so much.”

He smiled warmly, his hand gently resting on Sae-hyun’s head. “And I love them more than anything. This... this is everything to me.”

And with that, the four of you continued your tea party, a family in perfect harmony, sharing a moment of pure happiness.

🦑🦑🦑

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marvel-snape-writes · 5 months ago

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BAD HARRY:

The Etiquette of These Things

18+ Love Actually smut

Harry (Alan Rickman) x original female character

12.9k words (never expected it to be that long LOL)

I finally let my sleazy Alan Rickman urges win and wrote a tense and flirtatious encounter between Harry, a married man, and his younger colleague, Arabella, during a Christmas work party. As the night progresses, they find themselves alone, and the sexual tension escalates. Arabella openly flirts with Harry, teasing him and pushing boundaries, which he struggles to resist despite his marital status. They engage in suggestive banter, and eventually, they end up at Arabella's apartment, where they have a somewhat scandalous encounter... Afterward, Harry grapples with feelings of guilt and confusion, contemplating the implications of their actions. Arabella, however, seems unfazed and playful about the situation, suggesting they can proceed however they like, and Harry leaving her apartment, feeling both exhilarated and conflicted about what just happened.

The fact he was allowing her foot to rub up the inside of his calf frightened him a little. It showed that he was putting up less of a fight this time. Allowing it to happen.

The Christmas work’s night out with plus-ones invited was always a testing experience for Harry, let alone tonight’s when it was strictly only the colleagues themselves. He knew she had a thing for him. Though he was married, he couldn’t deny that having a younger colleague unapologetically taunt and flirt with him inflated his ego and boosted his mood when compared to the lull he was currently experiencing with his actual wife. He also couldn’t deny having whispered filthy sweet nothings into her ear from time to time just to spur her on for his own egotistical amusement. However, despite having practically fucked each other with their eyes on several occasions, they had never actually crossed the physical barrier before.

Tonight was like he was in a trance with only one goal. As usual, he and her were the last ones standing from the Christmas party. She bit her lip as their eyes met over the table once everyone else had gone home, the expression on her face beginning to cause a slight issue in the front of Harry’s pants when added with the light rubbing of her foot against his inner calf again.

“Can I get you another drink?” Harry asked, breaking the seductive atmosphere.

“You don’t need to get me drunk to have your way with me, Sir.” She picked up her glass and licked her lips after putting it back down again.

“You don’t need to call me ‘Sir’.” Harry replied, trying not to watch her tongue.

“Sorry… Boss?” She arched a brow.

“Arabella, Drop the titles. We are not at work.” He attempted to scowl.

“Yes…” Her lips formed the pronunciation of an ‘S’ before batting her eyelashes innocently as she emphasised, “Harry.”

“Good girl.” He squinted his eyes teasingly.

“I can’t call you ‘boss’ or ‘sir’ but you can call me ‘good gir-‘!?” Her lips parted dramatically, almost in offence.

“So, you don’t want another drink?” Harry butted in, already aware that what he said was not very professional and telling her that she ‘asked for it’ most likely would not go down well.

“I told you,” Her foot slid slightly higher up his calf this time and her eyes momentarily diverted to his lips, “You do nothave to get me drunk to have whatever it is you want from me.”

He remained silent for a few moments, pondering his response to how forward she was being, “Why is it always me and you the last to go home?”

“So no one can see us leave together.” She shrugged simply.

“Ha,” Harry shot her a sarcastic expression, “Do you not have a boyfriend?”

“Does it matter?” She arched a brow.

“Considering what’s going on under the table, I’d say so.” Harry responded flatly.

“Do you not have a wife?” She tilted her head, purposefully swirling her tongue around the straw in her glass before pushing it into her mouth whilst maintaining eye contact.

“No one here took your fancy?” He purposefully avoided her question, feeling heat beginning to climb up his body.

“Oh, yes, someone did,” She nodded, smiling sweetly, “But, then again, someone always does.”

Harry blinked hard and felt his hand tremble against his glass slightly as he lifted it to his lips, trying to ignore the way she was now pushing the straw deeper into her mouth before pursing her lips to suck the liquid through it.

Narcissistically, he already knew the answer, but he chose to ask anyway, “And who would that be?”

“The Boss.” She bit the inside of her cheek, “I ask you to dance because if I can feel your body pressed against mine, then I can better envision how it would feel to be on top of me.”

“You’re being dangerous tonight.” He let out a sharp breath, feeling the need to allow a bit more air through his shirt collar as the tension between them grew.

“You’re letting me.” She raised her eyebrows, enjoying the fact that she was gradually getting the upper hand in the situation.

‘Oh, I’d let you do absolutely anything to me right now’, he thought to himself, struggling at this point to keep his eyes off her. She was younger than him by quite a number of years, so the fact that she was even interested in him was enough. He thought about how it would feel to just fool around and get himself off with her tonight, completely meaningless. The thought had crossed his mind many times before, but tonight was something else. She had him right in the palm of her hand. So much so, his brain could only think of where they could sneak off to quickest just so he could get the relief he so badly desired and move on with his life. Quick fuck in the toilets? No, people would see them both go in. Were they both desperate enough to follow the back alley down behind the bar and get themselves off there? No, far too public… for a married man. Fuck, he would have her over this table right now if he could.

“Should we go somewhere else?” Harry asked to try and avoid what she was next about to propose.

“What, my house or yours?” She smirked.

“Another bar?” Harry ignored her question, resting his chin on his hand with his elbow bent on the table, “Fancy cocktail bars, that’s what you like, isn’t it? Or it is when I look at the accounts which the company so kindly funds your work nights out.”

“Well, the company does like to look after their staff, don’t they?” She raised her eyebrows, reaching across the table and lightly tracing patterns against the part of Harry’s forearm that was on show rested flatly against the table.

“Of course.” He swallowed hard, glancing down at her fingers and pressing his lips together hard.

“It keeps them happy,” Her nails lightly grazed his skin this time, “That’s how you keep your staff, Harry,” Her tone lowered, though her expression remained annoyingly innocent, “To make sure they are always looked after, taken care of, satisfied.” She emphasised each word by pressing her nails against him a little harder each time.

“Right.” He nodded, showing no attempt of pulling away.

“So, yes, let’s go to another bar.” She grinned, quickly standing up.

Harry’s lips quickly parted and he looked up at her, physically having to shake himself out of his trance. Before he could even formulate a response, she had already walked over to the bar, awaiting for him to pay for the tab with the company card.

“Right…” He blinked hard, “Right.” He repeated, exhaling deeply as he stood and cautiously glancing down and silently being grateful for not being his once younger self; for now, his threatening arousal staying concealed and hardly noticeable within his trousers.

“In your own time, boss.” She teased, watching as he made his way over to her.

He didn’t speak once he approached the bar, didn’t even react to her. Instead, he turned to the barman and gave the name of the tab before getting his wallet out of his blazer pocket.

“Thank you, sir.” The barman smiled once he had paid.

“And you, too.” Harry half smiled back, still on the comedown of the most intimate few minutes he had had with anyone in weeks.

“Thanks, boss.” She winked, looking over at him as they headed toward the exit.

“Where to?” Harry asked, pushing the door open and holding it for her.

The cold wintry air hit them before she could respond, both of them shivering and Harry stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overcoat.

“You tell me,” She moved closer to him as they walked, linking arms with him and immediately feeling his body tense as she did so, her words certainly not helping, “You strike me as the kind of man who knows how to satisfy a lady’s pallet.”

Harry bit down hard on his inner lip, his eyes darting around as they continued to walk. He could feel his heart rate increasing with each step, but still he allowed it to happen and made no attempt to remove her arm.

“Harry?” She turned her head to look up at him when he didn’t respond.

“Hm?” He snapped out of his thoughts, glancing down at her, “Are you sure you’d like to walk around the city like this with your boss?”

“What’s wrong with it?” She asked, looking at him with an unphased expression.

“Well, we’re…” He fought with what to say, his mouth opening and closing a few times, “We’re, you know—“

“What, not strangers?” She answered for him.

“No, we aren’t,” He shook his head, “Which almost makes it worse, if you think about it.”

“How so?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Because people who recognise us both will know that we work together,” Harry huffed quietly, “And you know how people like to gossip.”

She paused for a moment and waited for him to look forward again before leaning up to press her cheek to his and whisper into his ear, “Then, let’s go somewhere no one else can see.”

Harry held his breath for a moment before glancing down at his feet, then her arm linked with his, then his feet again before finally speaking, “Alright.”

“Or give them a reason to gossip.” She mumbled, glancing up at him very briefly with a smirk.

Oh, he liked the idea of that. Just from that one faint suggestion, he found himself subtly looking around for literally anywhere he could create the setting of a quickie in his head.

“How about there?” She suggested, though Harry’s mind was in a completely different place at what she was suggesting before he looked ahead to the glittering sign of another bar.

“Sure.” Harry shrugged, pressing his finger to his chin as he read the name of it, “As long as you don’t drain my bank account.”

She licked her lips slowly as they approached the door, flickering her eyes up at him and speaking as their eyes met, “Oh, I plan to drain much more than your bank account tonight, sir.”

Harry felt a strange, unfamiliar twinge in his crotch from her comment and his hand briefly slipped from holding the door, clearing his throat to try and cover it up. His lips twitched and he tensed his jaw as he followed her into the bar — though his mind was going in many more directions than just one.

“What would you like to drink?” He asked.

“Surprise me,” She shrugged, gesturing to an empty, tall table, “I’ll meet you over there.”

“They’re a nightmare, aren’t they?” The barman laughed.

“I’m sorry?” Harry scowled briefly, leaning against the bar.

“Girlfriends.” The barman raised his eyebrows.

“Oh,” Harry cleared his throat, glancing over at her before shrugging, “Uh, yeah.”

He ordered the first two drinks that came to mind after glancing at the menu written on the black slate hanging on the wall; a whisky and an espresso martini. He paid the barman and walked over to the table, placing them down on there and hopping up on the stool at the side of her.

“Thank you,” She crinkled her nose, “May I guess which one is mine?”

“If you must.” Harry shrugged.

“This one?” She arched a brow, bringing the espresso martini closer to her.

“What makes you so sure?” He mirrored her raised eyebrow.

“This one has a shot of espresso in it,” She said simply, “You clearly want me to be awake for the whole night.”

“I think it’s more favourable to me in that sense considering our age difference.” Harry attempted to joke.

“I wouldn’t say so…” She took a sip of it, “I like older men.”

“I hadn’t guessed.” He replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“And grumpy ones, too, apparently…” She slowly licked her lips.

“Have you any—“ He began before feeling something light fell onto his head, looking at either of his shoulders and letting out a small chuckle when he saw that a piece of previously hung up tinsel was now on him.

“Come here,” She reached across the small table and wrapped the tinsel around him like a scarf, crinkling her nose as she pulled back, “It suits you.”

“Thank you,” Harry laughed, glancing down at one end of it now pointing down his chest, “New work uniform?”

“Oh, I think we could get people on board.” She agreed with a grin.

They both shared a laugh, catching each other’s eye for a few long moments before reaching for their drinks. Harry’s eyes darted back to the table, trying to push his most intrusive thoughts to the back of his mind.

“So…” He attempted to break the tension, “What are your plans for Christmas?”

“What are my plans for Christmas?” She scoffed.

“Yes?” Harry squinted his eyes and reached for his drink again, convinced he had made it a little too obvious that he was trying to change the subject for his own benefit.

“Wow,” She shook her head, watching as the tinsel fell from around Harry’s shoulders and to the floor, “I am going to the bathroom,” She hopped down from the high stool, “Your small talk is getting worse.”

“My…” He began to question her but lost his wording when he saw her bend over in front of him, purposefully emphasising the miniskirt she was wearing as she picked up the tinsel. His mouth became dry and his skin prickly hot, trying not to allow the feeling to travel further South.

“There we go,” She said as she placed the tinsel around his shoulders again, purposely skimming his cheek and then ear with her lips before whispering directly into it, “But if we’re going to do anything, we might as well just fuck.”

Before he even had a chance to register what she had said, she was already walking away toward the bathroom. After a few steps, however, she turned around and winked, shrugging innocently with an angelic smile before turning her back to him again.

He took another drink of his whisky and swallowed it shakily. She was igniting something in him that hadn’t been alight for a long time. He was almost convinced that she was aware she had turned him on at this point, and as he squeezed his thighs together, it was hard for him not to make it too obvious. Christ, he wanted her to have her way with him. He thought of any and every way he could justify it. Just sneak off somewhere and never speak of it again? Would it look a bit too obvious if they were to go back to hers? Well, they certainly couldn’t go back to his.

He drummed the fingertips of his free hand against the table while his other hand remained snug around his glass. The thoughts going through his mind were some of the most unholy, unfaithful ones that had ever crossed it. Sure, he would be a liar to say he hadn’t felt temptation before, one person in particular springing to mind, but he hadn’t exactly acted upon it. Now he wanted it. He wanted her because she was acting like someone who wanted him. It was as if the passion his marriage was currently lacking was now found in wanting one night with her.

He felt his heart skip a beat when she came back through the door. He knew he’d have to make a split decision before he talked himself out of it. He found his eyes taking a walk all over her figure as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and cleared his throat with an innocent smile when she joined him back at the table.

“Alright.” He said.

“Alright?” She squinted her eyes.

“Let’s go somewhere.” He spoke quietly, nervously looking around.

“Anywhere in particular?” She arched a brow, reaching over the table for the tinsel still hung around his shoulders.

He paused when he felt her foot against his calf again, opening his mouth to speak but then pressing his lips together. Her head tilted and she caught his gaze, raising her eyebrows with an angelic expression, “Hm?”

“Where do you think?” He asked, though it was more of a mumble.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t ask.” She shrugged innocently, licking her lips.

He looked either side of him before back at her, “Yours?”

“What for?” She squinted her eyes, moving her foot a little higher.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are absolutely insufferable?” He huffed, finishing his drink.

“Has anyone ever told you that a man your age shouldn’t drink so much?” She retorted.

“I’m sorry?” He scowled, “I’ve only had—“

“Don’t be getting whisky dick.” She winked, hopping off the stool.

He didn’t quite have a response to her remark but continued to watch her as she walked toward the door of the bar. She looked back at him with a wink as she pushed the door open, though didn’t stay to hold it for him in time to get to his feet and follow. But he did, only seconds later, following her like some desperately aroused dog.

He caught eye of her outfit — the one he had spent a lot of tonight picturing tearing off her — and walked toward the line of taxis. She gave her details to one of the drivers and gestured for him to get in it with her. As he climbed into the back seat, he couldn’t deny that his head was telling him one thing, but his cock most definitely another.

“Hi.” She glanced over at him once he shut the door behind him.

He didn’t reply, just glanced over at her and pressed his lips together with a small nod. Arabella pursed her lips and turned her head to look out of the window into the darkness. Harry turned to look out of his own window, but quickly caught sight of her very slowly parting her legs from the position she was sat in. His eyes stayed there for a while before blinking quickly and swallowing hard once she turned to face him again.

“I…” He began as Arabella placed her hand upon his thigh.

“It’s okay, boss,” She squeezed his thigh gently, “Everybody window shops.”

Harry let out a small laugh to try and cover up the tingle in his thigh when she squeezed it. He glanced forward to look in the driver’s rear view mirror to make sure that he wasn’t looking before placing his own hand on top of hers and closing it around his thigh again.

“Oh?” She glanced up at him with a grin, “You like that?”

He nodded and remained silent, letting go of her hand and hoping that she would carry on without his cue. She licked her lips and lightly dug her nails into the seem of his pants against his inner thigh, earning a small grunt from him in the process.

“Mm…” He tilted his head back, trying to pretend that if it was over his clothes then it wasn’t really happening. When in reality, he was actually in a taxi back to her house with ideas in mind that would send him to hell.

Arabella leaned in enough to lay her head on his shoulder and lightly tickled her lips against his earlobe, whispering, “Oh, the things I’d like to do to you on this back seat.”

Harry chewed his bottom lip harshly for a moment before saying, “Likewise,” but being unable to make eye contact.

“Oh, really?” She brushed her lips behind his ear.

“Really.” He replied, his eyes closing at the feel of her lips.

His eyes remained closed, his mind floating to the number of situations he would gladly end up in on the back seat at this present moment. The flames in his stomach flickered each time he felt her lips skim his skin and he exhaled shakily, wanting nothing more than to place his hand against her thigh, but some uncertainty in him still holding him back. Once again, despite wanting his hand upon her thigh for the brief moment, he wasn’t exactly encouraging her behaviour, but he wasn’t exactly stopping her, either.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me when we get to my place.” She whispered against the crook of his neck, kissing the skin lightly.

“I am going to walk you to your door.” He spoke through a shiver.

“What, my bedroom door?” She grinned against his skin.

“No comment.” He mumbled under his breath, his eyes still closed.

“Well, let’s see, shall we?” She pulled back once the car stopped, undoing her seatbelt.

“Hm?” His heavy eyes opened, looking out of the window, “Is this your place?”

“No, it’s not, actually,” She rolled her eyes, passing the taxi driver some money and getting out of the car before continuing in the same sarcastic tone as Harry followed close behind, “It’s a secret base I’ve brought you to so no one can ever find out about us.”

“What is there to find out about?” He asked, trying to make himself sound as innocent and unbothered as possible.

“Nothing,” She shrugged, pushing the door open and gazing up at him with a smirk, “Yet.”

Arabella walked in front, but the way she looked over her shoulder and looked him up and down made his breathing somewhat uneasy. He chewed his bottom lip and followed her toward the lift, praying for no silence that would make his desires take over him.

“Have you lived here long?” Harry asked as the lift door closed behind them.

“Long enough to fantasise about having you in my apartment.” She winked.

“And the truth?” Harry arched a brow.

“That is the truth,” She shrugged, “Or would you like me to go on about the images that have popped into my head with you right here?”

Harry swallowed hard, knowing full well that he, too, was creating a far from holy image of them both stuck in this lift.

“Go on,” He swallowed hard.

“Imagine the lift gets stuck…” She walked closer to him, “And I… have no choice… but to…” She moved closer with each word, pausing briefly when her face was directly in front of his.

“I’m listening…” Harry felt his temperature rise, briefly glancing at her lips as her eyes flickered to his.

“Repopulate with whomever I am stuck in there with.” She shrugged, biting her lip.

“You want to repopulate?” Harry squinted his eyes, “With…. me?”

“That’s not what I said, is it?” Arabella licked her lips.

“Yes?” Harry scowled slightly.

“I never specifically said I wanted to repopulate with you,” She shook her head, “But, hypothetically, if I were to ever be in that situation, it wouldn’t hurt to practice, right?”

Harry let out a singular nervous laugh, fighting every urge not to place his hands upon her hips. They locked eyes through the silence and he swallowed hard, his lips slowly parting as the heat under his shirt creeped up to his collar.

“Right.” He nodded, unsure of whether to make the next move that was playing in his mind.

“I’m very glad to know that we’re on the same page.” She winked as the lift doors opened, turning away from him and walking down the corridor.

Harry felt the desire and arousal within him start to boil as she — once again — lead the way in front and he followed, muttering, “Women…”, under his breath. His want was practically turning into desperation at this point, growing less and less afraid of where the night would go.

He swore she unlocked the door to her apartment slowly on purpose, following her inside and casting his eyes around the surprisingly large space. He exhaled quietly after closing the door behind him and stepped further into the room, arching a brow when she reappeared from the kitchen.

“Are you impressed?” She asked.

“We are clearly paying you far too much.” Harry joked.

“There are other ways in which I would be happy to receive appreciation for the work I do.” She shrugged, licking her bottom lip as she glanced back over at him.

“Oh, really?” Harry began to smirk and advanced toward her, unsure where this sudden burst of confidence had come from.

“Would you like to hear my suggestions or would you like to guess?” She mirrored his smirk, walking backwards into what he assumed was her living room.

“Could I have a small hint, maybe?” He arched a brow.

“Perhaps something to do with this new sofa?” She turned to point to it, her eyes still on him.

Harry inhaled sharply as his eyes scanned over the large sofa, particularly paying attention to the part at the end that unfolded like a mattress.

“Do you want me to… give you my opinion on your new sofa?” He asked, coming closer to her, “Rate the colour?”

“How about we rate how sturdy it is?” She bit her lip in an attempt to hide her grin.

“How on earth would we do that?” He raised both of his eyebrows now, desperately trying to conceal his smirk, “Anything but a kiss?”

“No,” Arabella shook her head and placed one firm hand against his chest to push him backwards, speaking once Harry had landed upon the edge of the part of the sofa that folded out into the bed, “This isn’t ’Pretty fucking Woman’.”

“What is it, then?” Harry gazed up at her, leaning back on his hands.

Arabella’s eyes met his for a brief moment before leaning down and whispering, “Whatever you want it to be,” Her lips taunted his from being so close, “Boss.”

Harry sat up a little more and lifted his hands, placing them hesitantly on her hips and dipping his eyes to her lips as she sat down on one of his thighs. His heart was thumping almost painfully in his chest from what he knew was coming. The eye contact between them was only brief, and the tension could have been cut with a knife. Arabella’s hand against his cheek was all he needed to tilt his head and result in their lips being pressed together.

Desperation didn’t take long to become apparent between them both, Harry’s hand now cupping her cheek as the kiss immediately deepened. Arabella leaned against him a little more and rested both of her hands against his neck, kissing him with little mercy.

“W…Wait…” Harry inhaled shakily, breaking the kiss.

“Hmm?” Arabella raised her eyebrows, her lips still pursed from when he had pulled back.

“I would be a fool to not realise the difference between us…” He spoke as his thumb absentmindedly ran across her cheekbone, “You being young and free, me being, well…” He fought with how to word it, “You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Girls don’t want good boys,” She looked him straight in the eyes, their faces so close their noses were touching, “They want to be thrown around by someone above them who isn’t getting any from their own wife.”

Harry let out a singular laugh, unsure of whether he found that more amusing or arousing. Regardless, it wasn’t long before their lips urgently smacked back together.

“Glad we cleared that up.” Harry mumbled against her lips, his hand slipping into her hair as she pushed him down to lay flat against the surface.

He surprised them both by letting out a soft moan when he felt her laying on top of him completely. Arabella smirked against his lips before parting hers and teasingly running her tongue between his. She felt his hands tremble in his hair momentarily and was even a little bit surprised when he parted his lips for her, allowing her to deepen the kiss any further. Harry’s free hand slid down her back and he fought with the idea to try and feel around for her zip.

‘Perhaps not,’ he thought to himself, ‘then, at least if anyone was to find out about this, we can say it was just a kiss.’ But then she readjusted herself, now her hips rocking over him each time their lips met, and he liked that. A lot.

He was practically forcing himself not to moan at this point, the direct pressure over him making his thighs tense even with their clothes still on. His hand absentmindedly slipped to her bottom in a subconscious attempt to not lose the feeling.

“Oh, I think someone likes this, hm?” She taunted against his lips, applying a little more pressure and enjoying the quiet squeal Harry let out as a result.

“I-It’s…” He inhaled shakily between kisses, “Nice.”

“Really?” Arabella pulled back, gazing down at him with her hands at either side of his head, “You’re finally getting what you’ve always pictured in your head and all you can say is ‘it’s nice’?”

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” He spoke in a low voice, his hand still over her bottom as her hips remained still over the front of his pants.

“No, you didn’t,” She shook her head with a smirk and leaned down to kiss him again, “Sorry, boss.” She whispered whilst kissing him slowly this time and making an obvious attempt at taking her time to move over him this time.

“M-Mmm…” He whimpered, kissing her back lazily and fighting the urge to not push his hips up at the same time.

Arabella held his head in place with her hands cupping his face again, their kisses growing rougher by the seconds as her grinding hips caught up to speed. He may have been in a dull marriage as of recently, but Harry was certainly still aware of when he was becoming visibly aroused. He thought about trying to reposition himself but that was quickly taken over by Arabella placing her hands on his shoulders and gesturing for him to sit up again.

Once they were both sat up straight again with Arabella still straddling his lap, Harry placed his large hands against her cheeks to stress how much he didn’t want to break the kiss. Arabella’s hands slid to from his shoulders to his shirt, untying his tie and tossing it to the side before starting to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. One of Harry’s hands tangled in her hair and he made a soft noise against her lips when he felt her hands slide between them and start to unbuckle his belt, still kissing him with the same force. Alarm bells were ringing in Harry’s head, but here he was again, just allowing it to happen.

His breathing became a little more shaky in between kisses when he felt the buckle on his belt pop open, but her hands didn’t stop there; once finished with his belt, they were now working on the button on his pants. Harry gasped quietly against her lips once she got the button undone and immediately reached for his zip, teasingly wiggling it between her finger and thumb.

“Mm, what on earth is going on in there?” She asked, feeling the already stretched material against her hand.

“I think…” Harry exhaled, trying to sound as unbothered as possible, “I think you already know.”

“Shall we have a look and see?” She grinned, pulling back while glancing down between them.

Harry swallowed hard and nodded almost immediately, shocking himself but barely able to remember the last time he was this desperate.

Arabella slowly unzipped the front of his pants and bit her lip when she heard the change in his breathing again, waiting a few moments before pushing her hand into the opening. Harry’s mouth fell open and he felt his head spinning with all the positive and negatives that were about to come along with her next few actions. His hands rested against her hips again and his breathing hitched when her fingers began to dip passed the waistband of his underwear, even a little embarrassed at how much she had turned him on already from doing so little. She giggled flirtatiously and wrapped her hand around the base of his hardened cock, licking her lips.

“O-Ohhh…” He exhaled shakily, his eyes growing heavy and his jaw tensing slightly from how much he enjoyed the feeling of her fist now gently stroking up and down his length, “Arabella…”

“Shh, shh…” She whispered softly, reaching for his face with her free hand and cupping his cheek in it as their lips urgently pressed back together.

Harry didn’t fight it, immediately kissing her back whilst soft whines passed through his lips and now finding himself tugging at her top slightly. Arabella’s fist tightened around him slightly, though still stroking with the same gentle movements.

“How long ago was it since you were touched, hm?” She asked quietly, gently squeezing her hand around him.

He didn’t answer, just let out a muffled moan instead.

“How long ago was it since you touched yourself?” She asked in the same soft tone, kissing him teasingly slowly now so she could continue to speak, “Do you think about me when you touch yourself, sir?” She paused, her fist still jerking up and down his cock, then grinned, “Because I think about you.”

“Damn you.” Harry grunted, feeling himself throb from what she had just said.

“Don’t be like that, boss…” She smirked, starting to twist her wrist now as the speed of her fist increased.

Harry placed one hand on the back of her head and cupped her cheek with the other, kissing her harshly as his cock continued to pulsate in her grip. The arousal surging through him made him feel twenty years younger, like he only had one thing on his mind: getting off.

His eyes rolled back in pleasure and his rough kisses became more clumsy, letting out jittery moans in between them. His fingers trembled in her hair and he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his thighs tensing with each of her movements.

“Does that feel good?” Arabella spoke as she broke the kiss, glancing down at her moving hand instead. Harry’s eyes remained closed and his lips still parted, trying to control his breathing, “Sir?” She spoke quietly and removed her hand, now looking at him as his heavy eyes opened.

“Please…” He whimpered, looking at her with a face she had never seen before; he looked helpless, desperate, and quite frankly, pathetic. His eyebrows narrowed and his chest heaved with need for her to continue.

Arabella waited for a few moments before licking the palm of her hand slowly, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. Harry felt his cock twitch madly just from watching her and exhaled shakily, feeling the heat in his body almost become unbearable.

“Please… what?” She asked, moving her hand closer to his crotch but not yet touching him.

“Don’t stop…” He whimpered quietly, feeling every bit of pride leave his body from his pathetic beg.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that to me,” She licked the palm of her hand again, “How many times I’ve pictured it in my head,” She wrapped her fist around him again and started to move it up and down as her lips hovered down over his, “Begging me not to stop,” She paused, grinning as his cock pulsated in her grip, “No matter how pathetic you sound.”

Harry nipped at her lips first from the desperation of wanting to kiss her again and moaned at the feeling of her hand jerking up and down his length again. Arabella purposely brushed her thumb under the head of his cock as her fist slid up and down, enjoying the sharp gasps against her lips from Harry as a result. His breathing quivered and he felt his thighs tingle, unsure of when he was last brought so close to the edge so quickly.

“You know, I never expected to end tonight by tossing off the boss…” Arabella spoke softly against his lips, her wrist still jerking up and down.

“Mmmmh…” Harry grunted, his eyes heavy as the kiss briefly broke, “Really…” His tone came across as if he wasn’t entirely convinced by her statement.

“Really…” Arabella breathed against his lips, kissing him once more before moving her lips to his neck and creating a pathway of kisses up to his ear, speaking in a seductive tone, “I expected to be riding him instead.”

The noise Harry made was unlike any that had ever passed through his lips before. He swore he felt his cock harden even further in her grip from what she had just said and tried to convince himself that he hadn’t just imagined it. Arabella smirked and placed a finger from her free hand under his chin, tilting his head up so their eyes met.

“Would you like that?” She asked softly, tightening her fist around him but stroking extremely slowly, “Me bouncing over your cock?” She bit her lip, now tapping her thumb against the tip of his cock as he took a shaky breath, “Because I would,” She kissed him slowly, “In fact, I’ve dreamed of it…” The tip of her tongue teased between his lips whilst her thumb taunted under the head of his cock in massaging circles, having him completely at her mercy, “Haven’t you?”

“Stop… asking… stupid… questions…” Harry responded between drags of breath, his mouth now permanently open from the way she was teasing him.

“I’m going to need your consent… sir,” She pulled her face back and removed her hand from around him, gazing down at him with an innocent expression.

Harry looked at her with another pained glance, narrowing his eyebrows and feeling his cock angrily pulsate from being left unattended again, “Will you actually let me…” He swallowed hard, sheepishly trying to gesture what he meant, “You know…”

“Let you what, hm?” She purposefully played dumb, enjoying watching the frustration bubble up over his red face before changing her tone, “Oh, actually let you cum?”

She watched him swallow hard and nod as his face grew more red, pursing her lips before speaking, “Of course… sir.”

“Then, consider my consent given.” He leaned up to press an urgent kiss to her lips.

Arabella grinned against his lips and lowered him back down onto the sofa with her lips against his and her hands against his shoulders. Harry nipped at her lips absentmindedly from the pure adrenaline surging through him and shocked them both by placing his hands on either of her thighs once he was laid back fully. Arabella remained leant over him whilst straddling his hips and placing her hands at either sides of his head; mirroring her thighs at either side of his body.

Harry’s hands moved further up her thighs, under the hem of her skirt in search for her underwear. Arabella lifted her hips teasingly and pressed a slightly harder kiss to his lips, giggling quietly as his hands continued to slip further up her skirt.

“Looking for something?” She whispered against his lips, “Now you’ve actually had the nerve to touch…”

“I… can’t…” He swallowed hard, growing red with both arousal and embarrassment, “Find…”

“Find…?” She continued to taunt him, circling her hips over him lightly.

“Your…” He swallowed hard, feeling his cock throb from her movement, “…underwear.”

“Mmm… that’s because there’s none to be found…” She smirked, placing her hands over his and pushing them to her inner thighs instead, guiding them all the way up, “See?”

“You mean…” Harry struggled with his words, his hands trembling madly against her skin, “You’re not…” He swallowed hard, absentmindedly massaging his thumbs in circles against he inner thighs, “Any?”

“What can I say?” Arabella smirked, opening his crotch a little further open and biting her lip at the sight of his erection creating a large bump in the front of his boxers, the head almost visible past the waistband, “I told you I went into tonight knowing exactly how I expected it to end…”

As she spoke, she lowered herself over the material strain in his boxers and leaned down to kiss him slowly. He felt her warmth and shivered with arousal, kissing her back even slower as he not only mentally tried to come to terms with the information he had just gained, but physically, too. He didn’t know whether it was the kiss mixed with the almost direct pressure over him, or the fact he now knew that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and that she had purposely done this for the intention of him finding out. She was barely even moving against them as they kissed now, only naturally lightly brushing back and forth each time their lips met, but perhaps that made it even worse. His cock, barely even touched for as long as he could remember before tonight, was pointing upright and toward his stomach, albeit enclosed by his underwear, but overly visible at this point from the painful taunting. To feel the weight of another on top of him was practically foreign to him at this point of his marriage, and to have a much younger woman in that very position was making him feel lightheaded even though he was laying flat, but, heart racing, he only had one thing circling his mind right now;

Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum.

“Mm, enough of that,” She spoke against his lips as she kissed him once more before winking as his heavy eyes opened, “For now.”

Harry’s chest heaved as his eyes followed her movements, feeling himself salivating from the anticipation at this point. Arabella moved herself a little further down his body so that she wasn’t sat over him completely and Harry silently thanked her for the relief of pressure being lifted off the protruding problem in his underwear. His heartbeat began to increase as he watched her fingertips push under the waistband of his boxers and pull it away from his skin before letting go and snapping it back to his waistline.

“A-Agh!” He whimpered pathetically, narrowing his eyebrows as his hands trembled at either side of him.

“Hm?” Arabella arched a brow innocently, biting her lip as she took a hold of his waistband again and began to peel them down this time.

Harry was lost for words, unable to take his eyes away but also barely even able to watch once one of her hands reached into his boxers to help completely free his desperately aching cock. Arabella licked her lips as she lightly traced her index finger from the base of his cock to the head, collecting the precum that had gathered at the tip and then pushing her finger into her mouth all whilst remaining full eye contact with him. Harry allowed a pathetic whine and narrowed his eyebrows, repeating the same last two internal words more than ever now as he watched her suck on her finger.

“Mmm, look at you…” Arabella licked her lips slowly once pulling her finger out of her mouth and gazing down at his angry arousal, “So…” She inhaled deeply, tracing a line with her wet index finger around the outline of his cock hardened over his stomach, “…impressive for your age.”

“I-Impressive?” Harry swallowed hard, sucking his lower stomach in slightly from the sensitivity.

“So hard so fast…” She let out a singular giggle, her eyes meeting his again, “Let’s just hope it’s the only part that happens fast.”

Harry swallowed nervously and leaned up on his elbows as she reached into her bra, pulling out a condom as if it was the most normal place to keep one. He forgot about his impatience for a moment as his eyebrow arched inquisitively, but words still failed him.

“Why do you think I disappeared when we first got in here?” She mirrored his raised eyebrow, ripping the packet open, “You can never be too careful, right?”

“R…” Was all that Harry managed to say as she placed the condom at the tip of his length and carefully rolled it down the rest of him, grasping his bottom lip between his teeth as he hissed through them quietly.

“I’m surprised they make condoms big enough to fit you…” Arabella smirked, placing one hand flat on his chest while her other hand positioned his length directly between her legs.

“O—Oh, fuuuck…” Harry groaned loudly from deep in his throat as Arabella sat over him completely, his eyes rolling back in relief.

“Want me to go slow, old man?” Arabella sat up properly, placing her hands flat on his chest.

Harry’s heavy eyes half opened and he glared up at her, feeling his heart beating madly in his chest. His arms felt like they were glued to the side of him and his breathing became even heavier from anticipating her next move.

“No?” She bit her lip and leaned down, pressing their lips back together as she began to move her hips back and forth over him.

“Absolutely fucking not.” He practically growled against her lips, his fingertips almost digging into her skin as her urged her to move faster against him.

“So naughty…” She kissed him slowly despite her hips moving faster, “And, yet, so fucking desperate…” She kissed him harshly, not even waiting for him to try and kiss her back before sitting herself up properly.

Harry’s lips parted to speak before all the air was taken out of his lungs from the bouncing of Arabella’s hips over him. His hands fell from her hips to the sides of his body and his head rolled back in pleasure as his eyes closed, giving her complete free range of however she wanted to move over him. His entire body trembled half in delight, half in the knowing that what he was doing was very wrong. But it was too late.

He moaned loudly, mouth hanging wide open as she continued to move over him at an unforgiving pace. Her nails scratched at his chest through his shirt and she bit her lip as she gazed down at him, the look on his face adding to the many reasons why she didn’t want to stop. Harry was unsure whether his cock or his heart was throbbing harder, but Arabella could feel each and every pulse as it repeatedly slid in and out of her with ease.

He couldn’t remember the last time he was ever in a situation like this, even with his wife. His eyes were tightly shut and all he could see were stars, even finding himself becoming lightheaded due to the far from familiar feeling. His entire body was numb, yet also felt pleasure surge through it like electricity.

Harry’s breath hitched briefly when he felt Arabella’s lips against his again, and her breasts pressed up against his chest driving him all the more wild. He placed his hand on the back of her head to urge her not to stop, kissing her back urgently.

“Fuck, I’ve never had someone fill me so well before…” Arabella breathed huskily against his lips, “Just how I’ve always imagined.”

“S-Stop… it…” Harry whimpered against her lips, her words only encouraging the throb of his cock.

He kissed her harder, able to feel her smirk against his lips as he tried to stop her talking; he knew he would soon be moments away from erupting.

“One more and then I’m going to make you forget your fucking name.” Arabella moaned against his lips.

“One more wha…” His voice got cut off from a harsh kiss to his lips before she sat up again and folded her arms behind her head, starting to bounce over him mercilessly, “—oh, fuck!” He cried out, feeling the pleasure already rising in him begin to threaten release.

Arabella grinned from his reaction and threw her head back with her arms still behind her head. Harry gripped onto the material at either side of him but forced his heavy eyes open, afraid this alone would push him over the edge but also willing to take this risk so he could visually lock this image in his brain; the bouncing of her breasts, the rise and fall of her chest, her relentlessly moving hips and the brief flash of his cock before it slipped inside her each time, the bliss plastered all over her face, and, mostly, the knowing that it was him who was causing it — mainly because he was aware of how long it would be, if ever, before he would be in this position again.

“You can touch,” She breathed out her words, pushing her breasts together with her hands and immediately moaning once her hands were replaced with his, “Mm… like that.”

“Ah, fuck…” He whimpered under his breath, feeing his thighs tense as the heat rose up his body, “Fuck, fuck– I’m cu– I’m– ugh!”

Harry’s head dug further back into the pillow as sticky strings of his climax began to erupt into the condom, desperately trying to grasp onto her breasts through the material of her clothing as his hips involuntarily bucked upwards.

Countless profanities left his mouth with each palpitation of his cock, especially once Arabella joined him with her own orgasm. She kept herself upright for as long as she possibly could, her eyes rolling back in sync with Harry’s.

“Mmhh, that’s it, boss… Mm!” Arabella moaned loudly, feeling her legs turning to jelly and resulting in her collapsing over him but still moving her hips.

Their lips smacked against each other and they kissed clumsily through their moans as their movements died down, their chests rising and falling against each other. Arabella raised her hands and run them through his hair, Harry’s resting over her bottom and whimpering against her lips when she readjusted herself slightly.

“So it is true…” She whispered against his lips, kissing him again as Harry made an inaudible noise against her lips, “Married bosses really do give the best dick.”

Harry let out a muffled laugh as she sat up and swallowed hard, the reality of what had just happened suddenly hitting him; he had just committed the most unfaithful act, but, fuck, did it feel amazing. His heart was pounding in his chest, half from pent up relief and half from shock of what had just happened. He almost pinched himself just to clarify that it hadn’t all been a dream — a wet dream.

“Everything alright down there?” Arabella’s voice was barely heard over his own thoughts.

“Mm…” He groaned as she moved, hissing through his teeth from how sensitive he felt as she pulled the condom off him.

“Oh,” She giggled when she saw his length twitch out of the corner of her eye whilst tying the condom, “Is that someone saying they’re already up for it again?”

“I honestly don’t think I have it in me…” He spoke with a heavy breath, placing one of his hands over his chest as his eyes glanced up at her.

“Oh, don't look at me like that,” She climbed off him, placing the used condom in the bin as she spoke, “I told you I would do it.”

“Do what?” Harry asked, reaching down to fasten his trousers back up.

“Drain more than just your bank account.” She winked, turning around to face him with her hands on her hips.

Harry didn’t respond, just shuffled further up on the sofa and slouched against it. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes up the body that had just been on top of him and swallowed hard, his chest still not entirely back to normal.

“Look at you…” She smirked at his flushed state, his hair still sweaty and stuck up, “I’m going to freshen up.”

Again, Harry remained silent and simply nodded, waiting for her to leave before running his hands through his hair to try and tidy it up a bit. He couldn't deny he had got what he had craved, and he would certainly be arrogant enough to know that she had, too. He felt like a young man again; alive and full of pulsating fun for a period of time, but then like a suddenly inexperienced old man after their few moments of fun.

“Mia was the one that got away, right?” Arabella spoke as she re-entered the room, taking Harry — lost in his own thoughts — by surprise again.

“I’m sorry?” Harry blinked hard, looking over at her.

“Did you want to fuck her?”

“No,” Harry lied, “I was married.”

“What, and did you just get divorced whilst I was in the bathroom?” Arabella scoffed.

After a long period of silence created from Harry unsure how to respond, he changed the subject by asking, “Do you have any cigarettes?”

Arabella walked over to the kitchen table and picked up an opened packet, handing one to him with a lighter, “Here.”

“I didn't know you smoked.” Harry said as he took them from her.

“A guy who was here the other night left them.” She shrugged.

“You do this often?” He arched a brow.

“Would it be a problem if I did?” She asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

“None of my business,” Harry shrugged, placing the cigarette between his lips, “Do you mind?” He gestured toward the lighter.

Arabella shook her head in response, “Does your wife know you smoke?”

Harry paused briefly while he lit the cigarette before speaking, “She doesn't know I'm fucking you, either.”

“Which do you think she’d be most mad about?” Arabella asked with a slight hint of amusement in her voice.

Harry took a long drag from the cigarette before speaking as he exhaled, “No comment.”

“Would you like a drink or anything?” She asked, watching him as he dabbed the end of the cigarette into the ashtray.

“Perhaps it would be wise for me to rinse my mouth out with something to take away the taste of the cigarette,” Harry sighed, “Then, I’ll be less likely to get questions when I get home.”

“Oh, you’re not planning on staying the night?” Arabella spoke with slight sarcasm in her voice.

“Funnily enough, no,” Harry took another drag, “I have a wife and kids to get home to.”

“Oh, really?” Arabella arched a brow, mumbling as she walked into the kitchen, “Didn’t seem that way when I was bouncing over your cock.”

Harry let out a forced, sarcastic laugh and tapped the ash into the ash tray again. He swallowed hard and glanced back over at the side of the sofa where the event took place only minutes before, bringing the cigarette back between his lips. He closed his eyes and took a large drag from it, resting his head against the back of the sofa as he exhaled.

“Look at you…” Arabella spoke as she came back into the room with his drink, “Cigarette in hand, still whisky on your breath, shirt untucked…” She handed him the drink when he opened one eye to look at her, “Like a real sleazy businessman, hm?”

“Thank you,” Harry lifted his head up, unsure which part of that he was thankful for.

“Well, don't let me keep you if you’ve got somewhere to be.” Arabella shrugged.

“I really should, uh— yeah,” Harry put the cigarette out completely and took a mouthful of the drink, standing up.

“Of course.” Arabella smiled politely, stepping to the side so he could walk past her and following him to the door.

“So, what happens now?” He asked, stepping into his shoes, “We just go to work an pretend this never happened? Do we never speak to each other again? Am I supposed to thank you for tonight?”

“Oh, Harry…” She let out a singular chuckle, shaking her head at him with a devilish grin.

“What?” He half laughed, “I’ve never really been in this situation before,” He raised his eyebrows, “I don't know the etiquette of these things.”

“Don't you worry about it,” She crinkled her nose as he opened the door and placed her hands flat on his chest, leaning up to brush her lips against his cheek whilst whispering, “We can proceed however you’d like, sir. But, from me, it’s been an absolute pleasure.”

“Right,” He cleared his throat, flattening his shirt down once she stepped back, “I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Arabella asked with a cheeky grin as he turned to walk down the corridor, “Goodnight, boss.”

“Goodnight, Arabella,” Harry responded with a briefly smug smirk.

He made his way back toward the lift and began his journey home, unsure if the emptiness of his balls made up for how uncomfortably busy and full his head felt with thoughts from the night they had just shared.

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Thank you so much for reading! I started this random bit of drabble whilst in London in the summer after testing one of the new sofas in Harrods... the one that is described in the fic 🤣 ive been adding notes to it over the months between and have written parts whilst being in several different countries any time I've had a spare moment, so I am glad to now post the whole thing! Please let me know what you think of it and if you'd like it to continue - the plan is to write more situations that they land themselves in (requests also open!) and just see where it goes... 👀

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fantasyandshit · 1 year ago

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Replaced part two

Omg I’m so upset- it won’t let me tag like anyone with dashes in their name at allll soooo if you commented on that post I am so so so sorry I couldn’t tag you guys

Type: one shot turned more

Part: 2/2

Part 1 here

Masterlist here

Pairing: Azriel x reader/ mystery character x reader

Seriously guys thank you so much- I’m so glad that the first part had so much love and I hope this one is just as good.

“So, what did you need my love?” I lean down to kiss my fiancés temple. He’s stressed, I can tell. His fingers tap away in rhythm with his foot. “Baby- what’s going on? Why are you so stressed?” My hands run down the length of his arms in a soothing motion. “How can I help you?”

The new high lord of autumn’s head meets my shoulder, a small smile gracing his lips. His head raises till his lips meet mine in a soft kiss. “Baby I need you to sit down.” His smile disappears as soon as it came and I frown, moving to the seat on the other side of his desk. I raise my brows expectantly as his hands move to reach mine. “Love- we have a high lords meeting in two weeks time. They have requested it be held here in order to see how I’m handling the court now.”

“Ok? And?”

“Darling I want to introduce you as the new high lady of Autumn. I want you come along.” He sighs, “it means you will have to see all of them again.”

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I breath for a moment, thinking about it, it’s been nearly five years since I left, the last time I saw any of them was the battle with Hybern, and even then Eris kept me mostly away from them so that I wasn’t distracted. “I’ll go.”

“Are you sure darling?”

“Very. I want them to see me as the high lady of autumn. Not the girl that left all that time ago.”

He smirks his signature smirk, pride filling his eyes. “Very well. Shall we begin planning?”

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Everyone has finally arrived- or what is usually everyone, confusion sets in as Eris seems to sit in waiting, an empty chair beside him at the head of the table. “Are we waiting for someone Eris?”

“Yes actually. Shell be here any moment, she likes making an entrance.” Something bothers Azriel with the way the high lord smirks. He didn’t know who was going to walk through that door but he had a feeling he wasn’t going to like it.

The door swings open, a woman stepping through, decked in a gorgeous burnt orange dress, green and gold accents around her body, a golden crown, one looking like leaves woven together rests on her head. As her eyes catch Eris’ she smiles. “Sorry I’m late. Hope you haven’t started without me.” She surveys the room before stepping towards the empty seat. Eris stands, going to pull it out with one hand and take hers on his other. The pause for a moment, facing the table together.

“Everyone. I’d like you to meet my fiance and the high lady of the Autumn court. Some of you may already know her.”

As the female turns to kiss Eris, it clicks for Azriel. “Yn.” He can’t help but gasps and that is when it finally hits the inner circle of the night court.

“Hello guys. Long time no see.”

Cassian speaks this time, his brows furrowed and mouth agape, “you- your with him? Your the high the high lady?”

“Yes, in fact our wedding is next month. I am terribly excited. Especially after being named the high lady of Autumn.” She and Eris sit finally, hands staying tied together

An agony Azriel has never felt tears through him as he stares at his mate. She looks back to him as he gasps, clenching his chest wildly.

“Azriel. I’d like to get through my first meeting as high lady. So if you could stop…flailing. That would be preferred.” Yn clears her throat before turning to the others at the table. “I’ve seen some things. I see Koshei. I thought we took care of our issues with him, however I-“

The meeting continues, the night court still trying to process the news. After the meeting is finished, the high lords are given a walk through of the new Autumn court. “Yn. Yn can we speak please.” It was towards the end of the tour, courts had been led to where they’d be staying, only the inner circle trailed behind, minus Morrigan and Cassian who had been dropped off to their respective rooms.

I choose to ignore the shadowsinger, instead stopping at the next door and turn back to Rhysand and Feyre, “You two will be staying here. This castle works much like the house of wind. It will cater to you, we do tend keep things much warmer here for obvious reasons so if you are uncomfortable with the temperature just say the word and it will be brought down by the house.”

“Goodnight Yn.” I nod before turning back to lead the final male to where he’d be staying, Eris never leaving my side. We barely make it three steps down the hall before I feel Rhsyand pry at my mental walls.

‘What do you want Rhysand.’

‘You should talk to him Yn. He’s been devastated since you left and see you with Eris killed him I-‘

I shut it down. I don’t want to hear some sob story from my mate who didn’t even want me till I was gone. “You will be staying here Azriel. What I said to Rhysand and Feyre goes the same for you.”

Me and Eris turn to leave before I’m grabbed by the arm. “Wait. Yn can we please just talk.”

Eris growls. “Get your filthy hands off my fucking finance.”

The shadowsinger seems to get just as upset, opening his mouth to speak before I rip my arm from his grasp and turn, a glare resting on my features.

“Don’t you fucking dare! You have no right- no fucking right to get angry at my fiancée! Do you understand, you didn’t want me and I don’t fucking want you so go wallow in your self pity but stay the hell away from me!” Eris rubs soothing circles on my arm, a glare that could kill sent towards the shadowsinger as he grabs me, winnowing us to our room.

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Sooo I hope this lives up to your guys’ expectations!

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #acotar #azriel #elain archeron #elain x reader #feyre archeron #feyre x reader #nesta archeron #nesta x reader #cassian x reader #cassian #rhysand x reader #rhysand #eris vanserra #eris x reader #replaced #angst #no happy ending

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justcruisingaroundrevived · 2 months ago

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Please Take Me Home

Summary: Jerry makes a mistake that may cost him his only friendship outside of the club

Word count: 1.7k

TW/CW: None

A/N: This was requested by @amazingbananabread! Mel was such a fun character to do! Thank you so much for the request!

Reblogs are appreciated!

Mel could feel herself shaking when the doorbell rang. She looked over at the setup (popcorn, a DnD movie she picked up, her and Jerry’s character sheets, and her notebook (just in case this night inspired something)) and sighed.

It’s been a while since her and Jerry actually did something together. Between hosting their own clubs, school work and generally just being tired all together, it was finally nice to actually just talk as friends…well, being friends with Jerry was complicated (considering The Eltingville Club in general is a warning in it of itself), but they got along, relatively speaking.

Besides, peeking out her window, Jerry seemed to also have his own stuff as well. Specifically, he was holding his own book bag. Maybe his parents made him overpacked? Who really knows?

“H-hey, Jerry!” Mel welcomed.

“Bidibidibidi, hey Mel. It was nice inviting me to your house.” Jerry chuckled.

“Um, no problem…would you like to-“

“Come inside, yes.” Jerry felt himself getting overly excited about this meeting for some reason.

Sure, Mel was his only friend outside of the club, so it makes sense about his over excitement, but he could feel his heart beating slightly faster when Mel gave him that winning grin of hers…his cheeks flushed slightly.

“Are you okay, Jerry? I know this hangout was last minute, so I’d understand if you would prefer keeping to yourself and-“

Shit. He was still outside of her porch.

“N-no, I’m fine! I’m just thinking about something else.” He chuckled.

With that, he stepped inside and let Mel lead him to the living room.

…

“You know, I never knew how exciting DnD could be till I met you.”

Snapping back from the movie, Jerry looked up at Mel. Her hair had been pulled back so she could have an easier time seeing what she was writing. The popcorn was mainly forgotten about, instead both favoring the Mountain Dew Mel brought for this occasion (which was already running low). As for their DnD character sheets, they’ve really only been using them to get a good idea on how they should act next time they played together.

“R-really?”

Mel smiled. It was kind to cute seeing Jerry’s shocked expression, especially considering he was the dungeon master for his club. It’s still nice seeing how comfortable he was around her.

Ever since she moved here, she always felt…lost. That’s the best word she can come up with. Lost. While she did have Lucy to be her confidante, it felt weird relying on one person for her social life. She loved her club with her whole her whole heart, but she still remember her mom scolding her for that thought process.

Meeting Jerry was so nerve wracking; being part of the Eltingville club often met being the subject of their bullying and ridicule, especially when she writes mainly fanfics and self inserts. Jerry, though…he was always weird. Still weird, yes, but outside of the club’s influence, he was a pretty nice guy (as nice as you can get with a member of the Eltingville club).

Jerry can feel a lump in his throat forming before sighing.

“Y-you know, I’ve always liked you Mel.” Jerry expressed.

Mel raised her eyebrows to that. “Well, yeah, I’ve always liked you too-“

“I mean, I know you mean that in a friend way…a-and I do too, but…”

It was Mel’s turn to feel the lump in her throat. Her hand trailed next to his and offered a comforting pat on the hand.

“It’s okay. You can tell me.”

For the rest of the night, Mel will question herself for that simple statement and that gesture. Jerry will question what made him so brave in that moment. If he thought about it for 5 seconds, it was clear Mel was trying to be friendly to him, dammit, but that doesn’t matter right now.

What matters is the fact that, in this moment…Jerry leaned in and puckered his lips.

“O-oh! Jerry!” Mel scooted violently, causing the Mountain Dew to spill on the character sheets. “O-oh shit!”

“A! I-I’m sorry!” Jerry desperately tried to pick up the sheets, which were soaked by Mountain Dew at this point.

“J-J-Jerry! What was that?!”

“I-I don’t know! The moment seemed right. I-I mean, we were having a good time, the smell of popcorn was in the air, you looked so b-beautiful-“

“What?! Jerry, I was hanging out with you as a friend. I thought you were nervous about the club or something!”

“I am, but this was taking up my mind. I-I…”

“You what?”

The look on Mel’s face was something close to abject horror. The room was spinning around her, and she was clinging onto the table for dear life, less she passed out from how light her head was getting.

Jerry simply looked over at his terrified friend, and the lump was now becoming close to throw up.

“I…I’m so sorry.” Jerry rushed to grab his things and left without saying a word, leaving Mel to deal with the mess.

…

“You what?”

“I….I’m so sorry…”

Their final conversation has been spinning in Jerry’s head. Sitting in another meeting, he played with the cuff of his shirt and generally kept his mouth shut.

Shit….shitshitshitshitSHITSHITSHIT what was I thinking?! Was it seeing the romance of the DnD that inspired spark of confidence? Was it the Mountain Dew taste in my mouth? I mean, the air felt so warm, and she looked so sweet….

Why are you thinking like that? Just because your parents’ met like this doesn’t mean it’ll end like this. They’re always busy, and the only reason I went to her house was because they both had a trip till today! Maybe if I just did nothing, just kept to myself, maybe I wouldn’t be thinking about this moment will Bill stares at me!

“Jerry! You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Bill mocked. Pete and Josh turned in Jerry’s direction, now seeing the nervous teen look up at them.

“I’m fine. Just thinking about something…” Jerry mumbled.

“Well, it’d better be more important than this meeting, cause we’re still trying to see how to get the most out of ‘free comic book day’!”

With that, Bill went back to the drawing board, circling at an unknown location and discussing who would go where and how, why, whatever!

Jerry simply went back to his own space bubble. He doesn’t know what was more worrying: the club finding about their friendship, or the letter inside his book bag.

….

School just got out for the day, and Lucy insisted she walked Mel to her locker this time.

“You know, Lucy, it isn’t that big of a deal.” Mel sighed. She chewed her gum in silence, letting the minty flavor take over her whole mouth.

“But it is a big deal!” Lucy exclaimed, “The fact he tried kissing you is insane! Doesn’t he know that you’re his only girl friend!”

“It’s not even that, Lucy. I just wish…I don’t even know what to say-“

“You say that he’s kind of creepy for doing that in the first place.”

“He wasn’t! I just feel…so weird thinking about it. I mean, I don’t like him that way, at least I don’t think I do, but seeing his goofy attitude and how he looked so unsure of himself, it kind of reminded me of myself honestly. Like, I’d also be nervous with the first kiss.

“However, I also know it’d be more like my fanfics; in a dramatic scene, where the main characters confess to each other desperately before kissing each other, cementing their love, or in a established relationship, where they’re quick cute pecks of love….they make confessing so easy.”

“Yeah, because the writers are like us; people who don’t realize the first kiss may not be as fantastical as we think they are.”

Mel sighed. She walked over to her lock and started to turn the combination. When she opened it up, the first she noticed was a letter fall right on the floor. It was a familiar green color, and that hand writing…

“How does he know your locker number? It’s kind of creepy…”

“Or…kind of romantic…” Mel whispered.

“What was that?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing! Hahahaha….you think I should meet him?”

“Only if you want a funeral afterwards.” Lucy joked.

Mel looked back at the envelope. Feeling it, she can tell it was thick for some reason. What was Jerry even planning this time?

…

The school’s rooftop seemed a fine place. Jerry could only sit on one of the benches and stare into the sunset. It was getting colder, the wind nipping at his exposed skin.

The door opened slightly. Jerry looked over and saw a familiar purple vest. Mel’s jet black hair flew out with the wind as she held the now opened letters and stepped into view.

“You…you wanted to see me?” Mel asked sheepishly. Jerry stood up and walked a little closer to Mel, who stepped back in result.

“Y-yeah, I did.” Jerry gulped, “Listen, about last night…I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was just so focus on the moment and didn’t think about how badly I would hurt you.

“…It’s still weird that you did it. I got your letter, and it feels like you only did it to right your wrongs, and actually acknowledge what you did.

Jerry looked down. “I…I know. I just-you’re my friend, Mel, and I really like you. This is not even the romantic way; I actually really enjoy your company, and I’m even questioning why I did…Jesus fucking Christ…I’m so sorry Mel. I’m sorry for putting you in this position…”

Seeing Jerry’s eyes start to welt was a sight Mel never thought she see. She knows how much of beating Jerry takes from the club, but she never thought this was the moment that would get to him. It would get to her too, if she was in his position, but it took her back to her writing.

Her staring down at the piece of writing, imaging her favorite characters in this scenario (she always loved rooftop confessions), except this was a scene of regret and tears. She could feel her chest tighten as well. She really did like Jerry, and sometimes…she thought of him like that, but not like this, no.

Mel reached over to Jerry with a simple hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just..forget this ever happened. I don’t want this so stumbled into something worse…”

“…yeah. I just want to forget it happened in the first place. Okay?” Jerry asked.

“…Yeah. That sounds okay.”

#the eltingville club #welcome to eltingville #eltingville club #jerry stokes #eltingville jerry #jerry eltingville #eltingville oc #eltingville #eltingville self insert #jerry stokes x oc

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no-goodbyes-no-regrets · 25 days ago

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More news from TikTok 😂

Apparently it was Ravi who was supposed to die but then Tim changed it?! Is this true? That tracks with what you said about him killing off the medic to make room for TK on the team on Lone Star. But I guess Tim swerved at the last minute.

Apparently people have been giving the Lab Rats episode low ratings and it is something like 4.1 right now (personally I think that is mean, because the episode was beautiful). But basically, people in general are mad about Bobby dying, then Buddie fans are mad about Eddie not finding out about Bobby on-screen.

But also, you were right about the rumours. I saw on this Tiktok that when Tim was asked if Eddie was going to return to 118 LA permanently, he replied, he is returning for the last three episodes. So, NOTHING ABOUT SEASON 9!!

They asked Tim about the script, he said he didn't know anything about it - so it's just the cast trolling the set stalkers.

I looked up the interview this person is talking about - they're picking out the parts they like. As usual.

I could quote the whole thing here, but this post is already LONG as it is so I'll just link it

Here is the "it was supposed to be Ravi" thing

DEADLINE: Angela, did you have any inkling that something of this magnitude might be coming this season? BASSETT: Absolutely not. Not an inkling, not a word, not birdies, nothing. This is near the end of the season. Sometimes near the end of the season, we’re in this race against time to get our scripts, you’re really getting it in real time. It’s like get it today, and we’re going to start filming it tomorrow. So it was really a jaw-dropping moment when I read the script and saw that. Well, initially it was a different character, the whole bio lab. I mean, it could be anyone, it could be Chimney, it could be him, it could be Ravi. I remember Tim called. He said, someone’s going to pass away. I said, Is it me? Self-preservation, you know. I went through the list, you start with yourself, but I was very surprised that it was my husband. DEADLINE: You mentioned that there was a different character that initially was supposed to die. Did something change in the script? BASSETT: That may have been just a misdirect, but initially it was Ravi, the probie; well, he is not a probie anymore.

So obviously things changed from page to filming. It happens. Tim mentioned he wanted to make a big impact, and we love Ravi in this house but his death would not be anywhere near as big a deal as Bobby's. They would be sad for a while - but that's it.

DEADLINE: Did you adjust Bobby’s story arc this season to give him a proper sendoff? Obviously he died a hero, saving his team, but he also had a heroic moment in the pre-lab leak episode, emerging from the smoke of a bus crash with a baby in his arms. He finally reconciled with his mother, too. MINEAR: Yes, a little bit actually. I’d really been thinking about it back during the first part of the season. There’s a moment in the first part of the season when Brad Torrence, the Hotshots [TV show] star, says that his captain is never going to wake up from his coma, and a fan says, you can’t kill him off, he’s the father figure of the firehouse. So that was me hinting a little bit about where I might be going.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS THOUGH:

DEADLINE: Tim, you mentioned redemption earlier. Bobby was praying as he died, also coming full circle as he and Athena first bonded when they went to church together. How did you come up with that ending? MINEAR: That was Peter. That was Peter.

@ Peter you dropped this 👑

also

DEADLINE: Tim, are you afraid of fans’ reaction to Bobby’s death? Are you going into witness protection? MINEAR: I I’ve been in witness protection ever since I stopped looking at social media. That’s the way I protect myself, is I just don’t look at that stuff. I’m definitely going out on a skinny branch in some way. We’ll see what happens. I fervently believe that it was the right move creatively for the show. I didn’t expect us to be going into a ninth year, and if the show has any hope of being creatively viable and alive going forward, then you need moments like this. You need them.

I wouldn't worry about Ryan/season 9 for now. Nothing is official yet, they're still filming season 8. We won't know anything for a few months I think. Knowing Tim the cast will hear what is or isn't changing about a week before they start filming and we'll know either via set stalkers again or official press releases around that time.

As for the review bombing on imdb - they're just a bunch of entitled whiney bitch babies who can't handle the fact their fave isn't in every minute of every episode.

We expected/hoped for Lou in 8x14 but he wasn't there. You don't see any of us going to imdb to rate it 1 star because he wasn't in it.

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fanfics4all · 2 months ago

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Torn Between Loyalties

Request: Yes / No Hiiii! Can u do a Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader where she’s Malachis younger sister but she a Serpent and one night he and Malachi get into a argument after he finds out she’s a serpent and she packs her stuff and leaves she goes to Sweet Peas house and stays there but the next day there at the Wyrm and Malachi shows up the two argue again and he slaps her causing Sweet Pea to get involved? 🖤 @yrfavel

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader

Malachai x Sister!Reader

Word count: 1193

Warnings: Being slapped

Y/N: Your Name

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The streets of the Southside were dark and quiet as I stormed away from my house, my duffel bag slung over my shoulder. My heart was pounding in my chest from the lingering rage of the argument I just had. Malachai’s voice still rang in my ears, full of anger and disappointment.

“You’re a Ghoulie, Y/N! Not a damn Serpent!”

His words stung, but not because I agreed with them. Because I knew deep down, I had never really belonged in his world. I gritted my teeth, pulling my jacket tighter around myself as I walked through the streets, heading toward the only place I knew I’d be welcomed, Sweet Pea’s trailer.

He had warned me this might happen. That Malachai would lose it if he ever found out I had been running with the Serpents. But I had been careful. At least, I thought I had been. Clearly, I had underestimated my brother’s watchful eyes.

When I finally reached Sweet Pea’s trailer, I hesitated for only a second before knocking. It was late, but I knew he’d be awake. He was always a night owl. A moment later, the door swung open, revealing my boyfriend in a hoodie and sweatpants, his dark eyes widening slightly when he saw me standing there, bag in hand.

“Y/N?” His voice was laced with concern. “What are you doing here?”

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling the weight of everything that had just happened crash down on me.

“I-” My voice cracked, and I sucked in a breath.

“Malachai found out.”

Pea’s expression darkened. “Shit…”

“Yeah…” I let out a humorless laugh. “And he lost it. Said I was betraying him, betraying my blood. So I left.”

Sweets exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Babe…” He stepped aside, silently inviting me in.

I stepped into the warmth of his trailer, letting the door shut behind me. The moment it did, my resolve cracked. The adrenaline of the fight had kept me together, but now, standing here with Sweet Pea, someone who actually understood me, I felt tears burning behind my eyes.

“I don’t know what to do…” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I love my brother, but I’m not like him. I never have been. The Serpents feel like home, and he-he hates me for it…”

Sweet Pea didn’t hesitate. He crossed the space between us and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest.

“You don’t have to figure it out tonight.” He murmured against my hair.

“You can stay here as long as you need.”

I nodded against him, gripping the fabric of his hoodie. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I didn’t know if Malachai would ever forgive me or if I even wanted him to. But for now, I was safe. For now, I wasn’t alone.

The next day, the air in the Southside was tense, but I tried my best to push last night’s fight with my brother out of my mind. Sweets had convinced me to come with him to the White Wyrm, saying it would take my mind off things. I knew he was just trying to distract me, but I appreciated it.

The bar was filled with Serpents, music playing low in the background as Pea kept a protective arm draped around my waist. I leaned into his warmth, still feeling a little raw from last night, but at least here, I felt safe.

That feeling didn’t last long.

The second the door swung open with a loud bang, the room fell silent. My stomach dropped as I turned to see Malachai standing in the doorway, fury written all over his face.

“Seriously?” He barked, his eyes locking on me.

“You leave our house, disappear for the night, and I find out you’ve been shacking up with him?” He jabbed a finger at Sweet Pea, his voice dripping with disgust. I straightened, pushing away from Sweets slightly.

“I told you, Malachai. I don’t belong with the Ghoulies. I never did.” My voice was firm, but I could feel my hands shaking.

“The Serpents are my family now.”

His eyes darkened as he took a step forward. “No, I’m your family.”

I swallowed hard, my fists clenching. “Family doesn’t try to control me! Family doesn’t make me feel like I’m betraying them because I want something different.”

“You’re betraying your blood.” Malachai growled. “Running with these losers? You think they’re gonna protect you when shit hits the fan?”

Sweet Pea stepped in front of me slightly, his body tense. “Watch it, Malachai.”

“Or what?” He sneered, stepping closer. “You think I’m scared of you, Serpent boy?”

“Stop it!” I snapped, shoving myself between them before things could get worse.

“You don’t have to like my choices, Mal, but you don’t get to make them for me.”

His jaw clenched. “You’re making a mistake.”

“No.” I shook my head. “The only mistake I ever made was thinking you’d understand.”

His face twisted with anger, and before I could react, his hand sung. Smack! A sharp sting spread across my cheek as my head whipped to the side. The room seemed to freeze. I stared at the floor, my vision blurring for a moment. My whole body felt numb with shock. Malachai had never-never- laid a hand on me before. I barely had time to register it before Sweet Pea lunged.

“You son of a bitch!” Sweets roared, grabbing Malachai by the collar and slamming him against the nearest wall.

The entire Wyrm erupted in chaos as Serpents moved to intervene, but no one got too close. Sweet Pea’s rage was something dangerous. Malachai didn’t fight back at first. His eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling quickly, like he couldn’t believe what he just did.

“I-I didn’t mean to.” He muttered, almost to himself.

Sweet Pea wasn’t having it. “I don’t give a shit if you meant to or not.” He snarled, tightening his grip. “ You put your hands on my girl. You hurt her.”

“Sweet Pea, don’t.” I finally found my voice, stepping forward despite the lingering sting on my face. I was still in shock, but I didn’t want this to turn into something worse. Pea’s fists clenched around Malachai’s vest, his breathing heavy as he glared at him like he wanted to rip him apart. Malachai’s gaze flickered to me. Regret was clear in his expression, but it didn’t erase what had just happened.

“She’s not yours to control.” Sweets said through gritted teeth. “And if you ever touch her again, I swear to God, I’ll kill you.”

With that, he shoved Malachai back roughly before turning to me. His expression softened immediately.

“Come on, babe.” He said, gently grabbing my hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

I hesitated for only a second before nodding, sparing Malachai one last glance. He looked torn between guilt and anger, but I didn’t have the energy to care right now. I let Sweet Pea lead me out of the Wyrm, knowing no matter what happened next, I had made my choice. And I wasn’t looking back.

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theholypeanut · 1 year ago

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♪ To All The Girls You Loved Before ♪

Cw: gn!reader, Otoya slander, Otoya being a lovesick simp, Blood, mentioning of hooking up (not with reader), aged up characters (university), fluff?? kinda?? Mostly comedy I’d say, using words like whore or slut, but I promise it’s not serious I love Otoya, mentioning of STDs (guys why this cw gets weirder and weirder), Otoya is suggested to be bi here

1,3k words (I’m shocked too)

Birthday Fic for Otoya Eita!!

Otoya Eita was a whore.

Everyone knew it - at least everyone at the university, in the football club, gym, probably within a 50 kilometers radius from the dorms as well, including supermarkets, flower shops, game arcades, and even the cinema workers (oh they probably knew the best, seeing him every week taking another girl on the same romantic comedy).

Well, it was not a secret, and it was neither something that made you hate or despise him. You had no opinion about him until you met him.

And you met for the first time in the book shop, when you were looking into a new book by Yoko Ogawa.

Someone next to you dropped their book.

„Ouch, sorry” you heard a deep male voice. „I just accidentally dropped my modern feministic literature. My bad.” He picked up Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay from the floor. This scene was so ridiculous and obnoxious, you couldn’t hold the laughter.

„Did you literally pick the closest book with the word feminist in it?” You asked amused. He cleared his throat. „No, I’m a big fan of…” he took a quick peak at the cover. „…Roxane Gay”

You smirked and raised your eyebrow. „Ooh really? How did you like Five Guys; My Story of the Polygamist Hexagon?” Eita didn’t even blink. „Actually this one is my favorite” he said with absolutely no shame in his voice. You rolled your eyes with a smile. „It’s not a real book, dumbass. I made it up.”

Otoya was so used to interactions like this, that he didn’t feel offended at all. „Well sounds like a great read, maybe you should write something like this” he said, putting the book back on the shelf. „However if we start dating I don’t know if I want to have a… polygamist hexagon. Well, at least not with five guys”. He sent you a wink.

You looked at him with a mix of disbelief and amusement. „You are really something else, Otoya” you said, with a smile. „But I’m not gonna lie, that was probably the funniest and the dumbest conversation I had recently. Thanks” And you left him in between the shelves.

In the beginning, Otoya was planning to just woo you into going on a date with him because you seemed cute. But that was the moment when he fell hard - this bright smile, laughter… He knew his pickup line was awful but you were not really mean to him. You didn’t look at him with disgust. Even more: He never saw the most gorgeous human being with such a beautiful laugh and right now he was dedicated to getting to know you.

He started to come to the bookshop every single day - he was not obsessed enough to skip trainings (because he was not ready for Yukimiya to kick his ass) but even the elderly lady at the counter started to cheer up for him.

„You know, young gentleman” she said one evening, seeing him looking in between the shelves. „They are a student at the university close by, I assume they are in their second year since they were buying some textbooks recently” she gave him a hint. The next day Otoya gave her a bouquet of the prettiest flowers he could afford. He was dedicated to finding you. If you knew who he was, then you probably study together. Or did he date your friend? Multiple friends? He hoped not your sibling or mom because that for sure would make things complicated when he will finally propose.

Yes, this Otoya Eita, a town slut, was already preparing his wedding vows after one interaction.

„I have no idea what’s their name” he whined to Karasu during the break. „They were the most beautiful person I ever saw…”

„You say that about every second hook up, Eita” Karasu answered a little annoyed. It's been a week since he started making his failed love life everyone’s problem. Not like he wasn’t whining before, but usually it was after he cheated on a girl and she got angry, not before he even asked anyone out. „Also Jesus, why are you so fixated on the Feminist Book Stranger? You usually take rejection so lightly, I’m surprised to see you so…”

„Pathetic?” Chigiri suggested, as he was drinking water nearby.

„Pitiful?” Yukimiya added.

„…Lovesick” Karasu ended. Otoya signed dramatically. „You will be so jealous on my wedding, you will see”

„Well, I don’t think so” Chigiri said after taking another sip of water. „If they know your name, I assume they probably also know your dating history”

He knew. Otoya was well aware of his reputation, but till now he never really cared. Because he never expected to actually fall in love with someone, and even more he never was anxious that his soulmate might find him disgusting and pathetic.

„At least check yourself for STDs before trying to get into your future spouse’s pants” Reo added after listening to the whole conversation. „I don’t think chlamydia is the best way gift you can give them on the first date.”

Otoya took a mental note that even if he felt a little offended, this was not the worst advice.

And fate brought you together again, no later than the next day.

You had an important essay due today and spent every possible moment studying and writing it. You kind of regret you had no time to read for fun anymore, only to drown under the amount of literature you had to read for your university lectures and tests, but there was no other way. There was one particular book you needed to borrow to finally end this monstrosity you’ve been creating, and then you are free… at least until the next essay. You took the turn to the university library.

„You know, I think I achieved a new low” you heard a feminine voice. „I was looking for a fast hook up and even Otoya ghosted me. This one hurts. I think it's time for therapy or some shit, because if even him…”

You smirked. Who knows if there are therapists in this city, who get another crying college girl or guy in their chair and can thank Otoya Eita for bringing in more than 20% of their revenue?

You didn’t want to get caught eavesdropping, so you fast went to the door out of the building, the library was just minutes away. You pushed the door outside with a lot of force… and heard a bang.

„FUUUUCK” you heard someone swearing right in front of you. It was almost as loud as the laughter that was accompanying it. „Right into your nose dude!” You heard the amused voice. You panicked. „Oh my god, I’m so so sorry” You slide through the door to the poor victim who was not other than… Otoya Eita. He froze for a second, considering if he just died and gone to heaven, that he heard your voice again. He looked up at your face, but his vision was still blurry.

You took out the tissue from your bag. His nose was bleeding, so you gently pressed the tissue to his face. „Shit, do you have a concussion?” You asked panicked. Karasu stood next to you. „Just ask him something” he suggested, still amused by the situation. You thought for a second. „What's the capital of Malta?” The dark-haired guy looked at you both surprised and amused. „Okay but maybe ask him something he knows”

„I'm fine guys” they heard the weak voice. He looked at Karasu angrily. „Don't you dare flirt with the love of my life!”

You looked at him confused, then looked at Karasu. „Yeah I think he has a concussion, maybe we should take him to the hospital.”

Otoya’s nose stopped bleeding and his head was no longer spinning. Somehow you looked even more beautiful than the first time he saw you.

„How about you take me out for dinner, as an apology?” He sent Karasu „the” look. Tabito rolled his eyes in answer. „I’ll leave you two lovebirds here to flirt” he said and started walking away. You were too stunned to speak. You turned back to white haired guy still too confused with what is happening to digest his offer.

„Wait, are you serious right now?”

He smirked.

„So, how about tonight?”

There is gonna be part 2, this is a promise and a threat at the same time, because I had so much fun writing this crack fic

#otoya eita #eita otoya #blue lock #bllk #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #dividers by benkaibear #bllk headcanons #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #otoya slander

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zexapher · 1 year ago

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Art Imitates Life

Had this idea in my back pocket for what must be a few months now, but after Akumu_Oukoku’s wonderful ‘Weiss is silly’ meme, I thought I’d finally put this one together. That, and I wanted to make a little something to celebrate White Knight’s glorious victory in Ship Wars 8! The hordes of r/fnki well and truly descended upon the tournament, and all the better for White Knight!

I think there were a few folks on the regular sub that hadn’t quite realized just how popular White Knight had become within the community, but fnki itself has turned into something of a fortress for the ship, and the results of the tourney speak for themselves. White Knight really wound up dominating, becoming champion by an overwhelming margin, and with just Lancaster and Nuts & Dolts putting up strong competition in the previous rounds.

I’m impressed, and super stoked. It’s really something special seeing White Knight come out so strong after so many years treated as a pariah, having never before made it past the first round but now becoming the champion. The stars had aligned, really. The final round taking place on Weiss’ birthday, White Knight winning the championship being the perfect gift. Volume 9 had given the ship strong foundations to stand on. We can see that expressed in not only the various memes put out over time, but also in the A-Jaune-da alliance and numerous comments inundating the polls in order to promote the ship. White Knight shippers really had an incredibly strong messaging campaign this tournament, I might say no one else came close, and we always kept it positive. Everyone involved should feel proud.

Now, as for this meme, I chose these six characters (and Weiss) because I found it rather appropriate that they have all to some extent shipped White Knight in canon. Jaune, of course, is an obvious one. The story is littered with examples for him all the way through. Similarly, Weiss has been growing fonder of Jaune throughout the show, but Volume 9 saw her interest revealed in a very pronounced manner. Nora has the most tenuous claim here, having shared few moments with Weiss. However, Nora has a moment in Volume 5 where she teases Weiss about liking Jaune’s nickname, going on to tease the Ice Queen about her thawed heart.

Oscar, of course, gets his absolutely stoked look that he throws at Jaune when Weiss accepts Jaune’s invitation to the movies. Like, Oscar is just so happy for his big bro. Blake has a moment or two over the course of the show, notably her happy little glance between Jaune and Weiss at the Argus reunion, her smug look at the ~mature~ line, and how she perks up at Weiss’ giggle with Jaune about his restored youth. No real surprise there, since Blake is actually Jaune’s offscreen super-secret best friend. Yang herself throws a little dating advice Jaune’s way, and gets her ‘one day’ line, when our boy was down in the dumps following a rejection or two. She points out to Weiss that her harshness rejecting Jaune is the sort of thing that earned her the Ice Queen nickname. And, like Blake, Yang gets her own smug look following the ~mature~ line. Then there’s my most controversial addition to this list, Pyrrha. After all, she did walk Jaune through how to ask Weiss to the dance.

Yes, this was all an excuse for me to make a post about every little scrap from the show suggesting the characters ship White Knight. If anyone can think of any more, feel free to share. Maybe Cindere killing Jaune’s rival love interests, yet her attempts on Weiss’ life seem to have only helped Jaune and Weiss grow closer, hmmm. Well, I hope you all enjoy, I had good fun making it!

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thewolvesof1998 · 2 months ago

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Wolf my beloved!!!

I love your buddie Morse code fic, do a directors cut for that! :)

-❤️🪐

Saturn my love <3

Thank you so much!! I loved revisiting this fic, it's been a while, hope you enjoy!!!

Tapping Morse Code into your heart (2.8k, E, Buddie): Post AO3 Wow okay throwback. This was my fourth fic, I posted it almost two years ago, which is just insane. This was my first fic that wasn’t inspired by a song, I honestly can’t remember what inspired it, probably just the idea that we don’t get a lot of Army Eddie in the canon. Also, just like hyperactive ADHD Buck is my everything. It was also my first explicit fic, I was so nervous about it, I think I’d written some light smut but this was the first time I was writing smut for people to read. First time writing sub/dom dynamics even if they're pretty light in this fic. Lots of firsts with this one.

"Eddie tapping silent comforts into his skin." I just loved the idea of them having their own little language, I think as a fandom we've always talked about how in sync they are but I just liked that the Morse code was an intentional form of communication. Buck has to learn it to communicate with Eddie. We all know Buck went home and fell down a rabbit hole about the creation of Morse code and info dumped on Eddie the next day. Eddie, already knowing most of this probably just nodded along and listened intently.

"Eddie remembers the feel of his lips pressed against the skin, pressing in words he didn’t know how to say yet. Writing ‘you are mine and I am yours’ into his skin with his mouth." I love this line, I remember writing it and being proud of it. This moment is also one of my favs in this very short fic. I love possessive Eddie, I need to write more of it, I just know when Eddie comes to terms with his sexuality and his attraction to Buck, when they finally get together that man will be so damn possessive. He'll want to shout from the tallest building that Buck is his.

"The sound Buck makes is damn near holy, Eddie’s never been one for worship, that is until he meet Buck, now he could spend the rest of his life at the alter of Buck’s body." How could I not add in some religious imagery, especially when we're in Eddie's POV? Has it been done before, yes, will many of us do it again? Yes.

“Now you're going to get yourself off like this, without touching yourself and if you do it quick enough, I’ll fuck you” Okay, this is not really punishment, Eddie knows it, Buck knows it, I know it, you know it but Eddie really just wanted to see Buck hump the mattress can you blame him? I find when the writing is flowing it feels like I'm just dictating what the characters want to do. They have their own thoughts and feelings, wants and needs. Sometimes I'll want a story to go one way and the characters will drag me in the other direction. If I remember correctly this fic practically wrote itself, looking at the file I started it on the Friday and posted it on the same day.

"Dot-dot. Dot-dash-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot-dash, dot. Dot-dot-dash. (I love u) Buck says it over and over again, Eddie’s not even sure if he’s doing it on purpose or absentmindedly. He doesn’t care, he would lucky to be absentmindedly loved by Buck for the rest of his life." Two things here, first 'lucky to be absentmindedly loved by Buck for the rest of his life.' I WROTE THAT and I got to pat myself on the back for that banging line. Secondly the the issue of how to write the Morse code. I went back and forth, trying to find the best way to write it, to make sure it's readable but also not too long but still be "Morse code". It was such a headache. The way I ended up doing it is clunky but the easiest to read, for me at least.

"“Do you think you were good? Good enough to get fucked?” Eddie asks" Just to be clear Eddie was always going to fuck Buck, Buck is always a good boy in his books, he just likes teasing him and Buck is a slut for a good tease.

"Buck’s love language is touch and Eddie is always down to prove to him just how much he loves him." Okay, so I still stand by the fact that one of Buck's love languages is touch, the other top two are quality time and acts of service. But you can't tell me that boy - Buck- (and most men) are not touched starved. fuck the Buckley parents.

"Eddie brings up his hand to the board expanse of Buck’s back, to where his heart lies underneath his skin, muscle, and bone. He taps. Dot-dot. Dot-dash-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot-dash, dot. Dot-dot-dash. Dot-dot-dash-dash-dash. (I love u 2) Hoping it will permanently mark the fragile muscles of his heart so that when Buck finds himself second-guessing if this is real, he will always have a reminder of how much Eddie loves him." I do have to say that this is a pretty damn good end to the fic and I love the imagery of these two so wrapped up in each other, both of them having hands over each other hearts, Buck from the front, Eddie from the back. Eddie's wish that Buck will always know how much he is loved despite what his self-sabotaging mind will try and make him believe. A nice sappy ending to porn without plot 😂

Thank you again Saturn, it was really nice to return to such an early fic of mine. <3<3<3<3<3

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krirebr · 1 year ago

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Congrats again on your well deserved milestone, lovely! 🥳❤️

If it sparks the muse, I would LOVE a drabble of WAM!Steve and Cole. I was so intrigued by their first part and how you wrote their dynamic and how Steve was a low key motherhen. I’d love to see more of him teaching Cole how to vampire!! Thank you! 🙏🏻

Thank you, Siri!! I so appreciate your support. 💜💜

Oh, the muse sparked hard. I wrote this one in a blink. Their dynamic is so fun for me. I hope you enjoy!

This is a few years after Steve takes Cole in.

And Gentle Persuasion

Characters: Dark!Steve Rogers, Soft!Dark Cole Turner

Warnings: blood, death, mind control, talk of humans as food, vampire stuff

We're All Monsters

“Cole.”

Cole looked up from where he was kneeling over the dead body. Steve was leaning against the door to the small cell, looking exasperated. Cole grimaced. “I don’t know how this happened,” he said.

Steve sighed and crouched down in front of him. “Yes, you do,” he said. “Tell me what happened this time.”

Cole stroked a finger down the now-dead young man’s cheek. “I just– I told him I loved him and wanted us to be together, you know? I wanted him to be mine. And he freaked out and I was just trying to calm him down, and maybe feed on him just a little, to show him how good it could be, but I was upset too. That he was being so unreasonable. And I guess I lost control.” He gestured to the blood that covered him and the floor of the cell.

Steve closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. When he opened his eyes again, he fixed Cole with a stern look. “So,” he said, “the same thing as last time. Why didn’t you just compel him to agree to it?”

Cole looked down, embarrassed. “I wanted it to be real.”

“Honey, we’ve talked about this. You’re still trying to hang onto your humanity, but it’s gone. You aren’t human anymore, you’re something so much better. You need to start acting like it, finally embrace it. Humans, they’re just animals. They’re food. Pets at the very most. They are here to serve us. We want something from them, we take it. Any vampire who treats them as equals has lost touch with what we are. Do you understand?”

Cole nodded. He did. Or he was trying to. Steve had been over it with him so many times. Cutter, too. Everyone here, really. But. He’d just– he’d always wanted to find the one when he’d been human and he never had. He thought maybe now that he was something more, that power was thrumming through his veins and Steve had taught him how to harness it, that he’d finally be able to find someone. But he still hadn’t. Maybe Steve was right, maybe he was looking in the wrong place.

Steve placed a gentle hand on Cole’s cheek, pulling him from his thoughts. “You know I’m only this upset because you keep doing this to menu items. We won’t have anything left to serve at the bar at this rate.”

Cole leaned into Steve’s hand. “I know,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Steve said and stood up. “Come on, I’ll have someone come clean this up.”

Cole stood up too and started to leave the cell, not looking back at the body. “Cutter’s gonna be pissed.”

Steve smiled, “Cutter’s always pissed. You leave her to me.” Cole took a few steps into the hallway before Steve stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, if it’s just a feed and a fuck you need, you come to me and I’ll get it for you. You know I’ll always take care of you.”

Cole gave him a bashful grin back. “Yeah, I know,” he said and thought for the millionth time how lucky he was that Steve had been the one to find him.

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jerzwriter · 9 months ago

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This story has been brewing in my head for such a long time I thought it was about time I wrote it down.

Book: Wake the Dead (Choices) Pairing: Eli Sipes x Zoe Rivera (F!MC) Characters: Troy Hassan, Minna Arbogast, Georg (OC) Rating: Teen Words: 2,600 Summary: There are still many things that need to be put in place in Olympus. Traditions and rituals that need to be established. When Minna and Georg pay Zoe a visit, this becomes abundantly clear. In the days that follow, there are meaningful conversations and realizations to be had, and in the end, Eli & Zoe see their future in a brand new light.

A/N: Participating in @choicesaugustchallenge (I used August heat instead of Summer heat - but I think that will be OK :) )

The sun had finally begun to set in the sky, ending another long day in the August heat. Summer was beginning to wind down, but drone activity wasn’t, and with much to do before the winter months hit, days started early and ended late at Olympus. As the colony’s leader, Zoe was working hardest of all, and while others were finishing their dinner and beginning to unwind, Zoe was still toiling away in her small office. There were plans and schedules to be made, and she wasn’t going to rest until she was done.

But Eli had other plans, and when he stuck his head in the door, he was on a mission. Zoe’s face lit up when she saw him.

“Did you bring me dinner?” she smiled.

“No,” he replied. “But I haven’t eaten yet, either; I’m waiting for you. So, let's go. We can eat together.”

“Eli! You shouldn’t wait for me. Go ahead and eat. I’ll be down soon.”

“You’ll be down now," he insisted. "It’s almost eight o’clock.”

Zoe let out a sigh as her shoulders slumped. “I’d love to, but there is still more to be done.”

“Yep. And it will still be here tomorrow.” He stepped behind her and rubbed her shoulders, causing her to sink into her chair. She closed her eyes and swore she was about to fall asleep.

“All right,” she grinned. “You win. Let’s go have dinner.”

Just as she was about to stand, there was a knock on the door, and Minna Arbogast entered, Georg Collins, from Sunflower Creek, behind her.

“Hi,” Minna, typically straightforward, said almost sheepishly. “Could we have a moment with you?”

“No,” Eli scowled. “The office is closed for the day. If it’s anything official, it can wait until tomorrow.”

“Eli!” Zoe scolded. “Minna, Georg, is this something personal? If so, we can discuss it downstairs. But if it’s regarding Olympus, I’m happy to take a few more minutes here.”

Minna and Georg exchanged a glance. “It’s kind of about both,” he said as Zoe motioned to the chairs in front of her desk. Eli, displeased, slumped down on an old couch on the side of the room.

“What can I help you with?” Zoe asked.

“Well, I suppose you know Georg and I are involved,” Minna started. “Romantically involved.”

Eli chuckled loudly, drawing everyone's attention his way. “Yeah, that’s pretty obvious.”

“Hmm,” Zoe snickered. “Laughs the man who thought we were fooling people at one time, too. But yes, I’m aware, and I’m very happy for you! But what does that have to do with your visit?”

“I’ve asked Minna to marry me, and luckily for me, she’s accepted!”

“What! Oh my! Congratulations!” Zoe hollered. “That’s such exciting news!”

“Thank you!” Minna smiled. “We’re so happy! There’s just one problem. How do we get married?”

“Oh,” Zoe chuckled. “You have a point. You’ll be Olympus’s first marriage, but I supposed we need to come up with how to do that here.”

“We had some traditions and rituals at Sunflower Creek,” Georg offered. “Minna says they had similar ones at Skyweld, too.”

“That’s great! I’d like to call our council to discuss this, but it shouldn’t take long. How soon would you like to do this?”

“We’d like to do it soon, before the fall if possible.”

“I think we can manage that. I’ll call for a meeting tomorrow, and then I’ll be in touch.”

“Great!” Minna smiled. The happy couple excitedly thanked Zoe and left. Zoe turned to Eli with a bright smile.

“Well, that was nice! A great reason to work a little later if you ask me!”

The corners of Eli's lips curled slightly as he watched Zoe, so genuinely happy for her friend’s news.

“I’ve got to admit,” he said. “It’s a lot better than issues we usually face around here, but now your day is now done, and you need to eat.” He stood up, extending his hand. “Let’s go!”

“Yes, sir!” she complied with a salute.

As they sat alone in the kitchen, a plate of stew between them, Zoe put a plan into action.

“I have a feeling this is going to be right up Feather’s alley! Some of the other elders, too!”

“I’m sure it is,” Eli said, a bit more reserved than usual. Zoe nudged him and gave a little grin.

“What’s on your mind, Eli? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“Nothing,” he sighed, pushing away his empty plate and stretching his arms over his head. “I was just thinking... we’re not married.”

Zoe barked out a laugh. “No, we’re not. And from what I hear, some in the old world would say we’re ‘living in sin.’ I never exactly understood that concept, but whatever...”

“I don’t get it either. But I was wondering... what are your thoughts on that?”

“On living in sin?” she questioned. “I think it’s ridiculous. What the hell could be sinful about people who love each other sharing their lives together. Like a piece of paper changes anything."

“Not about that,” Eli laughed. “About marriage.” He moved his chair closer to hers, leaning forward; he brushed a strand of hair away from her face and looked at her tenderly. “Have you ever given it any thought?”

Zoe's eyes went wide. “Oh. Oh, I see. I have to admit, I haven’t given it much thought. Formal marriages weren’t really a thing at The Tower. I never thought I’d meet anyone I’d want to spend the rest of my life with, and, let’s face it, the rest of our lives tend to be pretty short in this world, so I never really thought about it. Why?” She asked cautiously. “Have you?”

“For me, personally? No. I hadn't. It’s nothing I ever foresaw for myself, given my circumstances. But marriage in general? Yeah. I have. I still remember the old world, and marriage seemed to be a pretty big deal back then. Plus, my parents were married, and I always thought of marriage as something special, something almost sacred, because the two of them did it so well.”

“It must have been so nice to grow up with them modeling that kind of love,” she smiled.

Eli looked into the distance, but his eyes were warm with reflection. “Yeah, it was.”

“What do you remember about marriage and weddings from the old world?” She asked. “Maybe that can help me decide what we can do at Olympus?”

“I was still young,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But some of the celebrations were over the top. I went to a few family weddings, and they were fun, even if I had to wear a suit. But I remember my parents saying some people went broke just to have a fancy wedding day. My dad said too many were worried about the wedding and not the marriage. That always stuck in my mind.”

“That does sound kind of stupid,” Zoe agreed. “But then it was a different world. I know it was before you were born, but did your parents have a big wedding?”

“Initially, no. They were an interracial couple, and while most of their families supported them, some were real asses. They didn’t want any headaches, so they decided to elope, just the two of them. But when they got back and told everyone, my Mom’s parents insisted they have a wedding. My grandfather said no one was denying his little girl a wedding, and they weren’t going to deny him the chance of walking her down the aisle.”

“That’s sweet. Did they have a big wedding after that?”

“Not big by old world standards. My Mom said they had about fifty of their closest friends and family and that it was a beautiful day. They both said it was a lot of fun. But they kept the focus on the marriage - not the party."

“It sounds like your parents had the right idea. They knew what was important.”

Eli smiled wistfully, his fingers twirling Zoe’s hair. “Yeah, they sure did. But what about your parents? Were they married?”

“I really don’t remember too much, but I know my parents were married – my biological mom and dad, as well as my two dads. Ana told me that our biological parents were married in a big Catholic church wedding. Their families were very strict and wouldn’t have allowed them to live together without it. See,” she smirked. “They wouldn’t have approved of us living in sin.”

“What about your dads?”

“They were married. When my mother left, Dad met Papa, and they had a small wedding. I don’t remember much from my childhood, but I remember the picture of them on the mantle, and they looked so happy. It was on the beach, Ana was holding Dad’s hand, and Papa carried me on his hip.”

A bittersweet look captured Zoe's happiness, recalling the memory but the deep pain of all that she had lost along the way. Her began to quiver. “I wish things could have been different.”

“I know,” Eli said, holding her close. “I know.”

“Can we go up to bed?” She whispered. “I’d really like to just lie in your arms for a while if that's all right."

She didn’t have to say another word.

~~~~~

The following day, Zoe met with the members of Olympic’s governing council, and a plan was put in place. Later that night, she found an enthusiastic Minna and Georg talking to a too-proud-of-himself Troy, who had several long lists on the table before him. Curiosity got the better of Zoe, and she joined her best friend the second the couple left.

“Whatcha doing?” She grinned.

“Me? Only putting together the most incredible wedding Olympus has ever seen! Well... the only wedding Olympus has seen so far, but there’s more to come.”

“You?” Zoe smirked. “What do you have to do with their wedding?”

“Zoe. Zoe, Zoe, Zoe,” he sighed. “Who better to plan a party than moi? In fact, this whole thing has made me a little nostalgic for the old world. I think I found my calling. I would have been one hell of an event planner.”

“You know,” she laughed. “I can see it!”

“I’m glad Minna and Georg will be my first wedding,” Troy winked. “This way, I’ll have experience when I plan yours.”

Zoe spit out the water she was drinking. “Mine? What do you mean... mine?"

“Zoe, please,” he waved dismissively. “It’s only a matter of time before it’s you and Eli. In fact, I’m shocked you two aren’t the first.”

“Troy! Eli and I haven’t even discussed marriage!”

“Really?” He said, raising a brow. “Why not?”

“I think the idea is sweet and all,” Zoe shrugged. “But it’s not like I need it. I love Eli, and he loves me. That’s all that really matters. Besides, the archaic idea that women lived to get married was one of the better things to die with the outbreak. My wedding,” she scoffed, taking another sip of water. “As if.”

Later that night, Zoe stepped out of the shower and joined Eli, who was already reading in bed. She slipped under the sheets, reveling in the fresh feeling and quiet of the room. Eli smiled at the way she squiggled around like a little child.

“You happy?” he asked, putting his book aside.

“So happy!” she grinned. “This is my favorite part of the day.”

Eli looked at her thoughtfully, then leaned over to place a kiss on her forehead. “Mine, too.”

Zoe closed her eyes as she rested her head on his chest, but Eli’s eyes remained open wide. He was quiet, studying every crack on the ceiling, when he woke Zoe with a gentle nudge.

“Zo, zo.”

“Mmmhhhm.”

“You never did answer my question.”

“Oh?” She said, sitting up to look him in the eye. “What question is that?”

“What are your thoughts,” he stalled. “About marriage.”

“I answered you, silly,” she grinned. “We had a whole conversation. Don’t you remember?”

“We had a conversation about your thoughts on marriage in general. You never told me how you felt about marriage... for you.”

Zoe’s heart raced as realization washed over her. He wasn’t talking about a concept; he was talking about.... them.

“For... for me?” she stuttered.

“Yeah, for you,” he smiled, perhaps the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. “And me.”

Zoe leaned back a bit, her hand clutching her nightshirt, as her mind filled with more thoughts than she could handle.

“I... I never really thought about it... have... have you?”

“I have,” he smiled, cupping her cheek in his hand. “I know you think it’s unnecessary, and I understand why, but...” he let out a breath. “But I think you and I have the same kind of love that my parents share. It’s something I never, ever thought I’d get to experience, and now that I am, I know it’s the most precious gift I’ve ever received. So yeah, I’d like to marry you, Zoe. I’d like to stand in front of all the people we love and formally declare my love and devotion to you. Then, I want us to spend the rest of our days living our lives in the manner my parents showed me. You and me, side by side, until the end of time.”

Zoe remained silent when he finished, her hands clasped over her mouth as large tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She didn’t move, and for a moment, Eli’s heart sank; perhaps he had overstepped. The silence lasted only moments, but it felt like an eternity when Zoe answered in a broken voice.

“You, you want that... with me?”

“Of course I do,” he grinned. “Zoe, I love you more than anything else in the world. You have no idea how happy I am that we came into each other’s lives.”

“You almost shot me,” she smirked as Eli’s head fell in his hands.

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

“Nope, you’re not,” she beamed, then she took on a more serious tone, her voice, barely a whisper. “Eli... you want to marry me?”

“I do,” he nodded earnestly. “More than anything.”

“Oh, Eli,” she whispered, caressing his cheek. “I would absolutely love to marry you! I love you so much."

He pulled her into his arms, and the two embraced for a long, long while. Neither wanted the precious moment to end. When they pulled away, Zoe looked at him with a coy grin.

“So, does this mean we’re engaged?”

“Well,” he laughed. “I think I should propose first. This was just a discussion, I can do better than that for an official prop...”

“No,” Zoe interrupted. “No, you can't. Eli... you could never do better than that. That was... perfect. Just like the love we share."

“Lettin’ me off the hook?” he snickered, causing her to break into laughter.

“I would never if you didn’t do the job right, but... you did. I love you, Eli, and yes, I’ll marry you.”

They looked at each other with tears in their eyes, an electric current surrounding them when he pulled her into a passionate, emotional kiss.

“We’re going to get married,” he whispered when he pulled away.

No other words were necessary as they lay in each other’s arms. In a world filled with so much sadness and pain, they had found something beautiful and pure. Something that belonged only to them, and it made them cherish it all the more.

They couldn’t wait to share the news with their friends and the rest of Olympus, but that could wait until tomorrow. Somehow, they knew the people closest to them were already aware. As they lay entangled in each other’s arms, they could feel their love surrounding them. Eli’s mother, his father, his brother, David, too; Zoe’s dads, and her beloved sister Ana... they knew. Eli & Zoe were confident that they knew, and as they drifted to sleep in each other’s arms, they knew that they were surrounded by their love and that somewhere, someplace, they were all smiling.

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