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[scalingsvt8thusiast]

Drabbles: Too Many Beds (ft. Heeseung)

Lee Heeseung knew that the universe was against him today.

“We’re so sorry sir, all the suites are unavailable as of right now.” The hotel receptionist bowed apologetically, “We only have the family room available right now, would that be ok?”

That is how he found himself standing in a room with FOUR beds. 

He dropped his bag on the floor with a sigh. 

Heeseung finally mustered up enough courage to ask you out on a short getaway after dating for a month. He had planned everything from the words he would say and the whole itinerary. 

Everything started going wrong from the flight here. The two of you were supposed to travel together, but the airline had overbooked the flight and moved you to another later flight. Heeseung had offered to delay his flight to accompany you but the airline had also overbooked the flight you were on so there was no room for him to move his flight. 

Then there was the whole plane ride. Heeseung was suppose to spend the ride talking to you and charming you, he ended up being squeezed in between an elderly couple who spent the entire ride giving him a lecture on marriage.

The worse part was he just realised he packed the same side of 2 different slippers. Great, now you were going to think he was a freak for wearing 2 left slippers. 

Heeseung slapped his palm to his forehead.

“It’s fine,” He muttered to himself, “When she’s here, it’ll be fine.”

While Heeseung was going through what seemed like the worse day of his life, you were going through the best day of your life. 

The airline had informed you that you would be bumped up to business class, so you spend the whole 3 hours in luxury. You had your own little suite and didn’t have to talk to anybody apart from the flight attendants. An absolutely perfect start to your holiday.

Because the airline had caused a delay, they offered to pay for your ride to your hotel so of course you got an airport limousine. You sat in the plush leather seats, pouring through your most recent read accompanied by a glass of champagne. 

The best part was, you had the most handsome man waiting by the main doors for you as you stepped out of the car. 

“Heeseung!” You called as you got off the car. 

The man looked up from his phone, blinking. He didn’t expect you to arrive in such a fancy car. 

When Heeseung saw you lugging your bag, he quickly ran over. Gently prying your bags from you, he guided you into the lobby. 

“I’m glad you got here safe.” He sent you a charming smile that made you weak in the knees. 

“Y-yeah.” You stuttered, following him into the lift. 

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t accompany you here.” He sighed in frustration. 

“Oh don’t worry about it!” You reassured him, “I’m a pretty adept traveller.”

“Yeah?” He grinned as he opened your room door, “Gonna tell me about it over dinner tonight?” 

You paused at the sight, “4 beds? Are other people joining us?” 

“No!” Heeseung said quickly. “The hotel messed up my reservation, I swear I wanted just one bed.”

He turned red when he realised what he was implying. 

“I mean- not that I expect anything!” Now it was his turn to stutter. “I was just hoping- I was gonna ask you properly-!” 

You giggled as you watch Heeseung malfunction, there was basically steam coming out of his ears with his face turning 10 different shades of red. 

He sighed, putting down your bags before approaching you. 

He ran his hands down your arms and laced his fingers with yours. 

“I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend,” He explained, “I had this whole thing planned with roses and balloons.”

“I’m so sorry,” His eyes searched yours, “I’ll redo everything soon.”

You gave him a soft smile, “Can I just say yes to being your girlfriend now?”

“What?” Heeseung said, eyes widening. 

“You don’t have to plan something elaborate just to ask me that, the answer will alway be yes.”

a/n: bet you all can't guess who's my bias in Enhypen. Idea came from this list.

[two-white-butterflies]

old money | carlos sainz

Description: He falls in love with a crazy rich asian.

Pairing: carlos sainz/heiress!reader

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Carlos Sainz never felt nervous when he attended press conferences. He never felt nervous before a race - but he felt nervous meeting your family. He grew up in Spain, he's raised in a European way - and you always told him that the Asian way was different.

"Carlito, they'll love you." you comforted him while taking a casual sip of your champagne. He was surprised to enter the airport and find out that his first class seats were upgraded to business class. Courtesy of who your family was. "I don't know how to act around them." he buried his face in the plane provided pillow.

"Hey, we practiced this a thousand times." you added with a playful smile. Your family was going to love him. Yes, he was an outsider but he played a sport that they could actually boast - unlike your sister's boyfriend that was always on reserve. "I'm so nervous," he chuckled.

Carlossainz55: MAD🇪🇸 to SIN🇸🇬 ✈️

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ketchupmustard67: Ariana what r u doing here 😭

kelseyjaja: OMG YOUR IN SINGAPORE???? AAAAAAA

Carlos couldn't believe that you were this rich. He always assumed that money wasn't a problem with you - but he didn't realize that money will never be a problem to you. He tried to buy an apartment in Singapore a few years ago - but he turned it down after realizing how much it costed. After stepping inside your family's penthouse. He couldn't believe how much it costed.

"You're early," your mother smiled - wrapping you in a warm embrace. "Yes, I was under the impression that there's going to be a flight delay - but thank god that there wasn't one." you mumbled, breaking free from her vice-like grip. You leaned into Carlos' body. Placing a hand around his back while you pushed him closer to your mother.

"This is my boyfriend, Carlos." you greeted and he was quick to mumble strings of appreciation. He complimented the house - then your mother's outfit. He was getting all the brownie points.

He let out a sigh of relief when your mother welcomed him inside. He removed his shoes, thanking the maid when she handed him a clean pair of plastic slippers. "We bought this house shortly after Y/N went to college. She's the last one to leave the nest. I was happy because we could finally buy nice things." your mother took a jab at you.

"Feel at home, dinner will start soon." she smiled, leaving the both of you while she walked inside the kitchen.

Carlos was awe-struck.

He adored your mansion in Turks and Caicos. He adored your endless rants about how Bruce Willis used to own the island, but now he couldn't help but adore you. He couldn't help but believe that he was making the right choice - you were humble. He liked that.

"The entire apartment is wow," he whispered in your ears.

"Yep, mama got some help. My grandmother's sister-in-law is an interior designer - but I kinda wished that she asked for my help." you giggled, leaning deeper into his touch.

mysecretaccount55: he met mama's crusty musty dog.

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frederic.arnault: his name is oreo ! - mysecretaccount55: wow i didn't know that 🤣

cheskaarnault: Will be there soon. Please tell mama to wait for us. Sun is still out, dinner is at seven. - mysecretaccount55: nah y u starving me.

notcarlossainz55: Oreo bites 😂 - mysecretaccount55: he has no teeth

Your family was the black sheep of the old money community. You were the only family that seemed to be private and public at the same time. It all started when your older sister, Cheska, married that Arnault guy - it was all anyone could talk about. From Brunei to Palau - all they could talk about was how Frederic's family was the opposite of humble.

'The boy has money, but they're too showy with their wealth.'

'Money can't buy name.'

Your parents assumed that the last hurrah would come from your younger sister, who is currently engaged to a mid-tier basketball player. But they were wrong - because Carlos Sainz was about to enter the frame.

"You play for Ferrari, right?" Frederic inquired while the music faded in the background. "Yes, you were there last time right?" your boyfriend inquired, memorizing Max's complaints about some stuck-up rich dude. "Ahh, oui. It was fun." the man nodded.

"He's not even that kind of french." your younger sister whispers.

You couldn't help but giggle.

Oh, this was going to be eventful.

"That went well," you hummed - walking out of your parent's apartment with newfound joy. "Tiring but surprisingly well," he placed your hand in his pocket.

"I had fun." he smiled.

[drdemonprince]

Hey Doctor Price!

Do you have any tips for how to stay sane while autistic with no privacy? I live in a one room college dorm with a freind and there's literally nowhere anywhere on my campus where I can have even 15 minutes alone without being on edge that someone will come in any second. I'm going nuts and struggling to cope :[

I was in a four person dorm room on a 50,000 student campus and suffered from overwhelm virtually all the time, and I had to compensate by learning to really scope out the places where privacy could be found, so I believe I have some relevant tips for you!

Locate the study rooms or study carrels that can be signed out for individual use, typically in the library. Keep a close eye on them and book them as often and as early as you can, as they tend to be booked up during finals quite quickly.

Scope out the computer labs and study areas in department-specific buildings and get a sense of their busy and fallow periods, especially ones that remain unlocked during the weekends. I worked in the Psychology Department computer lab as a work study student, and they were completely empty on the weekends. The Sociology Department's computer labs were also totally empty most nights and weekends too.

For that matter, find on-campus jobs that can get you some privacy, often lab monitoring or administrative jobs in smaller offices. One summer I worked at the front desk of the student newspaper, which was tucked away on the eighth floor of a massive building, and it got basically no business because it was the summer. I also worked as a Psych Department admin and hid myself away in the copy room and supply closet as often as possible. If a job gives you key card access to break rooms or bathrooms you might not otherwise be able to use, so much the better.

Find the bathrooms that are tucked far away from any heavy activity. Check out the basements, top floors, and down around the corners of long hallways, and near meeting halls that have to be reserved for special events. The Chemistry building had a weird, shitty women's restroom that had been converted from a supply closet across a long walkway connecting two buildings, and everybody hated it. That meant it was nearly always empty. In my old office in the Psych building at Loyola, there was a bathroom off the main hall that was busy, but then another that was up a half flight of stairs near a room that was only ever used for guest speakers. NOBODY used that bathroom. I spent hours in there curled up in the dark vaping.

Learn the rhythms of a building or area of campus so you can take advantage of slow periods. If a building only has one dedicated purpose, such as a massive lecture hall, try checking it out when you know there aren't any class sessions happening. If a building is only used for recitations but those are only on tuesdays and thursdays, check it out on a wednesday. I went to a big football school, so on weekends half the campus was absoultely crawling with sports fans, but the gyms were completely dead during that period.

Stairwells. Sit at the tops of stairwells. If a building has multiple sets of stairs, find one that's far off in a corner and then hike your ass all the way to the top floor. The southwest stairwell of Loyola's Information Commons is a place I've written whole essays in, and even attended Zoom meetings from, it's so quiet.

Learn you roomate's schedule. If you're on good terms, ask them to put their schedule up on a whiteboard where you can see it, and share your own. Both of you will want time alone sometimes, and coordinating can really help. If your'e on good terms you can text as well. If your roommate ever requests alone time to study or to fuck, you get to, too.

Find the totally useless neglected spaces by exploring a little. Some dorm buildings have a shared kitchen in the basement or an activity room with air hockey tables that nobody uses. Laundry rooms are good during off times. Because most campuses are in a perpetual state of construction, there's usually old union buildings or emptied-out department buildings that haven't officially closed down yet but have next to nothing going on in them. There's lots of small waiting areas by professor's offices in nearly every building. Try every door. Duck into available classrooms. You will get interrupted sometimes but the more you learn the countors of the place and its patterns the more mastery you will have, and the less stress you will feel about the possibility of being interrupted.

I know that you said there is nowhere for you to find privacy, Anon, but I promise you that is not true! I have been on 50,000 person campuses, 12,000 person campuses, and for a few years I worked on a 2,000 person campus. I was ALWAYS able to find tucked-away bathrooms, empty classrooms, tops of stairwells, and weird neglected study areas to find some peace in. You can too. Please explore and help yourself feel more in control of this stressful situation! Good luck and let me know how it goes.

[sgiandubh]

He's been in Los Angeles since Tuesday. Work friend saw him in Malubu Tuesday night. She said he was with a couple people no mention of Caitriona.

Dear Tuesday Anon,

I am sorry to pop your balloon here, but I'd be reserved on this. It could fit, but barely.

You all know I am terrible with timelines, but here is my take on things:

Sunday 28th, red carpet in Ostende, Belgium. Afterparty, etc. Perhaps not the best idea to pop in a car all'alba/at daybreak for an almost 5 hour ride to Paris.

Monday 29th, not much. We can speculate, but I would need an Advil. Most probably on this way to Paris. I doubt the Eurostar (the train formerly known as Thalys) was worth a Brussels detour and, while they used to have an Ostende-Paris direct link, it was dropped off around 2015. Why take a 90 minutes' detour (119 km!) to get to the Bruxelles Midi Train Station and hop on the Paris direct Eurostar link for the 90 minute ride, when you could only add (roughly) an hour by car and leave directly from Ostende?

I am immediately having visions of the horrendously impractical hullaballoo at Bruxelles Midi and to me, it's a firm no. @margareth-lv 's guess of a direct car trip is the most logical one and I am sticking with it. Paris pic was posted on Wednesday morning and he was staying at the Hôtel Lutétia, as I heavily hinted in my post (it used to be the Nazi Abwehr/Military Intelligence HQ during World War II). Probably one of the corner suites (angle of rue de Sèvres and Boulevard Raspail), hotel has a very good seafood restaurant, too.

Everything fits: the outside view, the reel/story angle. On my screenshot, x marks the spot on the map and the arrow, the outside view of the corner suites. I should know, it was my playground, many moons ago:

It is possible the reel was taken Monday evening upon arrival, but for being intimately familiar with Parisian nights, my best bet is on Tuesday morning, very early (jogging? leaving?). Just an intuition, and I could be wrong and I am ready to correct and edit, as we go.

We then assume a direct CDG-LAX flight. Since it's not possible to check past flight schedules, we work with a random February Tuesday. First and Business class yield different results (Shipper Mum, a former airline executive, helped me with those over the phone: hi, mum!).

Traveling First Class (very possible, damn expensive, but money is no object and Frequent Flyer mileage - always redeemable):

Traveling Business Class (reasonably possible and two more options):

Factoring in arrival/border/luggage procedures and city/airport, then airport/city transfers, it's not impossible, but to any normal human being who was Batman only on stage (even very fit)... a bit of a stretch.

This is my take on your info. Please don't take it personally (or at least try). I simply think he might have arrived in LA yesterday, Thursday, when the Los Feliz pic was taken, with his luggage in tow.

But you know what, Tuesday Anon? One thing I am sure of, is that this is exactly what he wants us to do, right now. Cue in the Yellow Ski Outfitgate, for fun. Schuss on top - that was a blatant von Trapp latergram and my mind immediately pictured a sidesmile.

At any rate, don't be a stranger. I answered you with all the care and caution in the world. And thank you, whoever you are. It was a fun phone call to Bucharest and Mom, who is laughing like a drain and told me I was probably bonkers.

[navstuffs]

carlos oliveira decides to surprise you when you can't be home for valentine's day(gnflightattendat!reader, FLUFF)

when you told your boyfriend carlos about your schedule on valentine's day, you watched his shoulder fall down in disappointment, although he tried to keep a smile. you had flights planned for the whole day, from seven am to nine pm.

you apologized a million times that day, promising you would make up to him on your next day off together - in three months. deep down, you thought about asking for the day off (which would be impossible), getting "sick," or firing yourself (seriously, the best option). carlos, watching your internal struggle, gently grabs your face to look at him.

"we will find a way. don't worry," how can carlos be so sweet to you when you just ruined your first valentine's day together?

so the day finally comes, and you receive a happy valentine's day text from him as you walk to your gate. you are so focused on texting him back you hit a man with familiar broad shoulders.

"i'm sorry, sir!"

your voice dies down in your throat. carlos is right in front of you, wearing comfortable gray sweatpants and a tight black shirt with an unzipped grey hoodie. he smiles at you, holding the straps of his backpack.

"carlos? what are you doing here?"

"what do you think? i am going on the flight with you."

you think it is a prank, laughing. during boarding time, you welcome the passengers in front of the plane when you see the famous dark curly hair going down to enter the plane because he is that tall. when carlos winks at you as he passes, your co-workers give you fast smiles.

you end up trading with a co-worker to stay in business class, so you can stay close to your boyfriend. carlos is alone in his seat, smirking at you when he sees you.

"i can't believe you did this!" you exclaim, surprised but happy. at least you had him for a couple of hours, before saying goodbye.

after the flight lands at the next destination, carlos waits on you by the gate. you are ready to say bye to him, when he remains on your side, naming your next destination. you look at him surprised, making him chuckle.

"i said i was going fly with you today, didn't i? the whole day."

you can't believe he did this, as carlos shows his multiple reservations on his phone. you want to kiss him so badly. during the day and numerous changes of airplanes, carlos gives you favorite snacks and chocolates, smiles and winks, small notes that say "i love you", and even rubs your hip when you are passing by him when he is sitting by the last row; you see him struggling so much during the three hours flight since he is so tall. he naps, and you have to hold your hand to not give him a head rub, or kiss him on his lips. just his presence makes you feel loved, and the work day not so hard.

by the end of the last flight, carlos is waiting for you by the gate exit. he looks exhausted, you can't even imagine how you look. you finally hug him, hiding your face into his body.

"thank you, thank you so much for this carlos!" you whisper, on the erge of tears. carlos chuckles (your favorite sound in the entire world), giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"if you aren't so tired, we can stop by the fancy airport restaurant and continue the celebration?"

you nod your head, happy.

part of my valentine’s day special 5/5 DONE!!! OMG I DID (before midnight where i live, please forgive me brasil). i am SO SO HAPPY! and seriously, this idea came to me on a whim (i had another idea for only f!reader for carlos, but since i am doing gn! for the challenge YAY). thank you so much for all the feedback! I DID IT!!

[girlactionfigure]

On Tuesday morning I returned to Israel from Tokyo via Bangkok.

‎Before boarding the plane from Bangkok to Israel, the terminal was full of young backpackers who wanted to return to Israel to the reserves. 

‎Upon boarding, they announced that all those who still do not have a seat will wait and try to get everyone on the plane. 

‎There were dozens of young people there who wanted to go back to enlist! 

‎⁦‪@ELALUSA‬⁩ took all the available seats on the plane and filled up to the last seat on the plane. I felt sorry for those who could not go up due to lack of space. 

‎Then to my surprise, after they finished filling the plane, the El Al people took more than twenty young women and put them on the plane and put them in the crew's folding chairs. 

‎And after that the captain gave permission and more than ten young men to sit on the floor in the kitchens and near the doors of the plane were put on the flight.

‎In my entire life I have never seen a flight where dozens of people are sitting on the floor. During the entire flight, they slept on the floor wherever possible including near the cockpit, on the floor in the business class and in every corner of the plane. 

‎The pictures speak for itself and illustrate a little of what was on this special flight.

‎During the flight I saw the captain walking around the plane making sure the crew was taking care of all these wonderful young people.

‎Thanks to the wonderful team of El Al pilots and flight attendants for the extraordinary gesture. 

‎Kudos to the CEO of El Al for having such employees.

‎I have to admit that they warmed my heart (to say the least).

‎Original post by: אורי שכטר ‎Translation and post by: ⁦‪@haivri‬⁩

livinglchaim

[billthedrake]

THE SALES GUY

Business travel is OK, until it's not.

Thunderstorms back east had cancelled one flight and seriously delayed another. Even with the time difference, it was almost 9 when we landed in Denver. At least Carson and I had status and were upgraded to business class. We were the first off the plane, rolling our business carry ons behind us through the airport, making our way toward the rental car area.

Carson Wells is one of the sales guys in our group. The dude's young, about 30, but he's good at his job and moreover has a crazy ambition. It's why he was paired with me on a prospect this big.

I'll be honest, I used to hate the folks in Sales. I felt like we did the work, and they cashed in their commission checks. And Carson was the very type who annoyed the crap out of me. Fratty, capable only of small talk, nice almost to the point of seeming fake. But times like this I was grateful I was paired with him: the guy didn't get stressed out about travel hiccups.

"I love Denver, man," he said in a tone that would sound chipper if it weren't such a masculine bro kind of voice. "Shame we don't have the time to go hiking or anything while we're out here."

For some reason, I was in the mood for Wells' small talk. "You into outdoor sports? I pictured you as more a country club guy," I teased.

"That too," Carson said as he flashed his smile. Pearly white teeth, fucking perfectly formed dimples, well trimmed blondish-brown beard. Yeah, one reason my defenses were down was because Carson Wells was stunningly cute and stunningly hot.

Down boy, I thought to myself. It's not like my dick was chubbing or anything, but I knew how to be a professional at work, and with colleagues. Even ones as hot as Carson. Besides, the dude was grade-A hetero.

Carson had reserved the car and we strutted right over to pick up the key. Of course, Carson went for an upgraded model. I thought of lecturing him about costs, but figured I'd let his manager deal with that headache. Besides, if we reeled this big fish in, no one would give a fuck how much Carson ran up on his business credit card this trip.

We were both tired from the long day and once we checked into the hotel it was time to go to our respective rooms and call it a night.

If you've seen one Marriott you've seen them all. At least this one had a good view of the mountains, though it would be morning before I'd have time to appreciate it. For now, I undressed and brushed my teeth and slipped into bed. I didn't even have my daily masturbation time, I was so tired.

***

The presentation the next day went well. Really well. Carson brought the dynamic sales pitch, and I brought the gravitas. Of course we didn't know what they'd decide yet, but you sometimes get a vibe from a prospect, and that vibe was positive.

Carson was getting it too. We stopped at a trendy restaurant near our hotel that was half steak house, half small plate kind of place. Carson joked it was the kind of place he'd take chicks to if he wanted to impress them. Honestly, I didn't care where we ate. I don't eat a lot on the day of a sales call, and now my appetite was catching up with me.

"I think this calls for the good stuff," Carson announced as he strutted up to the bar, me a couple paces behind. God, he was so sexy in that post-pitch mode, his 5'11" body filling out his trim-cut tailored suit just right, and those thick thighs leading up to an amazing ass...

"Best bourbon you have," he asked the bartender. Then, he flashed those dimples as he turned to me. "Oh I forgot, you gay guys don't drink bourbon, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "It sounds like you're scripting the next HR compliance video, Wells."

He chuckled. "Is that a yes or no, Boss?" I technically wasn't his boss, but I was an officer and somehow Boss had become his playful nickname for me.

"Sure," I said, adding that the prospect was ultimately gonna pay for this round.

"Damn straight," Carson grinned, his green eyes twinkling.

We sat the bar, sipping some pretty damn amazing whiskey. Carson had his legs spread, effortlessly manspreading. I didn't stare or scope him out or anything, but let's say I enjoyed the view.

Our conversation was all business as our food arrived, and even as we ordered another drink.

"Maybe grab another back at the hotel bar?" he asked as we nearly finished that round. It was getting dark out but still wasn't too late. "I'm in the mood to celebrate."

I nodded, signalling for the check. "Sounds good. Only we haven't won the client yet."

"We're gonna win 'em, Bill. You know it, too."

I shrugged. "Yeah," I conceded.

Carson laughed. "Didn't think you'd be so superstitious."

I nudged my leg against his. Hopefully more a buddy nudge than a flirty one, but the booze was loosening me up. "I'm surprised you're not, Wells."

We paid up and made our way back to the boring bar at our boring hotel. It felt great to unwind there. I knew Carson was eager to have more than one other drink, and I wouldn't mind getting a little tight myself. It had been a tough week.

"You're buying this time, Boss," he said. "Just don't order me some well-liquor shit."

I was tempted to get him a cheap domestic beer, just for being a smart ass, but ended up splurging on another top-shelf bourbon.

"Here's to the Dream Team," he toasted as we clinked our glasses. We were just about the only ones in the bar area, seated on one of the couches.

"You did great, man," I said.

He smiled again. Fuck, those pearly whites. "Man, that's probably the first time you've ever thrown me a compliment."

"No it isn't..." I objected. Now that I was in a managerial role, I knew it was my job to provide positive feedback to everyone on my team.

"For real," he said, with a smile that said he wasn't too upset. Or maybe Carson was just being his frat-boy nice. "You're kind of intense, Boss."

"Oh," I said. Not sure what to make of it. Though Carson wasn't the first person with that opinion of me.

He nodded. "I'm gonna say something that's not HR-approved... but you've mellowed out a lot since you broke up with Rob."

Rob was my ex-husband. I still couldn't tell if it ended amicably or bitterly. But it had been a big shift in my life. "It was a divorce," I corrected Carson.

"Yeah, divorce. Sorry. I know that was an asshole thing to say. It's just, well, you seem happier now. I hope you are, Bill."

Something about his sincerity, combined with the booze, had me opening up unexpectedly. "There's good and bad," I replied in a measured way. "But the freedom is nicer than I expected."

Carson nudged my knee with his, in what I would have guessed was a flirtation, and gave ne a "you dog" kind of look. "I bet," he smirked. Then he got an impish look on his cute face. "Maybe I shouldn't admit this to you, man, but I sometimes have fun with guys."

I gulped. This was major HR-inappropriate territory. "Is that right?" I asked with my best poker face.

The man nodded. The sexual part of my brain was just thinking how incredibly fuckable my coworker was. His voice made him even hotter, I thought. "Not the whole nine yards like you gay guys, but yeah..."

"How do you know what I do in bed?" I had to tease.

He laughed and shrugeed. Again, flashing that killer smile. "You got me there, Boss. Guess I shouldn't make assumptions." We paused and, fuck, our eyes met, like really met. I wasn't imagining it: Carson Wells was fucking flirting with me. "Can I trust you with this, man?" he asked.

I gave some motion of my hand that was some combo of crossing my heart and scout's honor.

He bit his lip nervously, playfully, and then lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "Um, yeah, I'm into sucking a guy's dick." He blushed as he said it, but I had to be impressed by how forthright he was. It was the last thing I expected from Carson's mouth. His nervousness carried him on. "I mean, just the feel of a hard cock in my mouth.... it's wild, kind of a taboo you know for a guy like me."

"I can imagine," I said. Not wanting to either encourage or discourage Carson. My dick was getting rock hard in my suit. And there was no way it was going down soon.

"Yeah," Carson beamed, glad I wasn't judging him or giving him any flak for his bi streak. "I mean it's crazy, I don't even need my dick sucked or anything, just that act is enough to get me going, you know?"

I nodded but replied. "Not exactly, Carson. I guess I'm more a receiving is better than giving kind of guy," I joked.

"Did Rob do that for you?" he asked.

This was definitely inappropriate conversation. But fuck it. "That and more," I replied. "Rob was a big ol' bottom."

"Hot," Carson said. There was something weird about our dynamic now. Buddy-buddy, but also like lusty. Carson took a sip of bourbon, but he was nearing the bottom of his glass. "Another round, Boss?"

I held mine up and swirled the last half centimeter of brown liquid in the rocks glass. "I shouldn't, man." I was already pretty buzzed.

"Come on," he urged. "We're the fucking Dream Team."

I caved and nodded. If my boner was riding a good ridge in my trousers it downright throbbed watching Carson's hot suited body get up and strut over to the bar. I needed to find some self control, in case Wells was actually gonna proposition me. Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to about his bi side. Or maybe he liked teasing me as an ego boost.

He was all smiles when he came back with two more drinks. We clinked glasses and had our first sips. "To a killer day," he smirked.

"Yep," I said. I wasn't drunk at least. But I was starting to feel really nice.

He looked around. I thought he was just idly checking out our environment, but I realized he was seeing if the coast was clear. His eyes flitted back to my crotch.

"You look like you're packing a lot down there, Boss," he said. That sexual edge somehow changing his frat-bro voice.

"Sorry," I muttered. Trying to cross my legs.

"Don't hide it, man," he urged. "No one can see it from a distance, not in those pants."

I blushed as I spread my legs again, manspreading as I faced this hunky sales guy. This was so wild and wrong, but my dick was rock hard.

"Nice boner, Boss," he smirked.

"Thanks," I said. Maybe I thought if I limited my words there'd be less cause to get me fired.

"How big is it?" he asked.

"How big?" I chuckled. Wells was the last dude I imagined to be asking me for my dick size. "7 and a half," I replied. "I've not measured the width."

"It's pretty thick," Carson put out there, his eyes back on my boner. "But not too fat to suck."

"Jesus," I exhaled.

Carson's green eyes twinkled. "Am I getting you worked up, Boss?" Jesus, he loved flirting all right.

"You know you are, damnit."

"This is just between us, right?" he clarified.

"It better be," I hissed. "Not how I expected this trip to go..."

"You upset?" he felt me out.

"Depends on if I'm thinking with my brain or my dick," I answered honestly.

That made Carson smile. "How bout your dick?"

"My dick wants to get sucked," I said bluntly.

Carson nodded, almost serious, maybe the reality was making him less chipper. "Let's do this, Bill," he grunted and tossed back of the liquor, like he was building up courage.

I didn't do mine like a frat boy shot, but sipped a good amount of the remainder and set the glass down before standing up, just hoping my erection wasn't too obvious.

I couldn't believe this was actually gonna happen. Carson didn't seem to believe it either. We rode the elevator silently, almost scared to look at one another. Then he followed me to my room.

My heart pounded, because I didn't know how this was actually going to go down. I didn't want anything messy with my coworker - hell, I'd probably be the senior investment guy brought in for half of Wells's prospects - but it was probably too late for that.

I tried to think of how this would go down. For a half minute, a part deep in my brain wanted to put a stop to this. But as I walked to where our rooms were, adjacent to one another, I stopped at mine and Carson looked at me with a look of horny expectation behind his straight-bro smile. I tapped the key card and ushered him inside.

The thing that helped my conscience somehow was that Wells didn't kiss me or make any move to make out with me. Like he'd had some practice he crouched in front of me, looking incredible in his slim-cut suit and gym-toned build, wasting no time reaching forward ot unbuckle my nelt. This wasn't gonna be a messy office place romance, this was just going to be a blowjob. As no-strings as they get.

"Fuck!" I hissed as the zipper came down and Carson tugged my boxer briefs below my hard prick. My dick jerked to attention, harder than I recall it ever being. This felt naughty and sexual in a way that half made me glad to be a divorced man.

"You sold yourself short, Boss," Carson teased as he ran his finger up and down my bone. "You got an amazing cock."

And like that, the sales guy was taking me into his mouth.

This wasn't Carson's first dick. It wasn't his fifth. The dude wasn't lying, he loved sucking cock, and it was clear he'd had some practice. I just stood there, hands on my hips and let him do his stuff. I got off on the mind-fuck of co-worker sex and the straight-dude fantasy come to life. I mean, Carson Wells clearly wasn't 100% straight but he was as close as I'd get to having a hetero guy blow me.

And the fact he loved this, really loved this, meant I was getting quality head. Regular, half-suction mouth strokes up and down about four or five inches of my cock, with increasing base.

"It's not gonna take me long," I warned him. If it hadn't been for the bourbon I would have nutted already. Wells was that good.

He was going for it now, kind of twisting the base of my cock with his fist as he bobbed more frantically. I placed my hand on the top of his skull, and that got an excited, deep moan from the guy. I started small thrusts timed with his sucking. Nothing too intense, I'm not an asshole. But I was getting real close, and my excitement was pushing me over that finish line.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" I hissed, trying not to be too loud. My cum was incredible. Maybe because Carson did this sucking thing all through my ejaculation that just added to the pleasure. My knees buckled a little.

I was finally was spent, and Carson gave one final lick at the tip before pulling back. "That was hot, Boss," he hissed, mouth full of cum and saliva.

"Damn... it was, man." I looked down. "Need me to get you off?" Once I cum I'm usually out of sex mode. But I know how to take care of a guy's needs.

He shook his head as he stood up. For real, Carson had a hardon riding up his suit pants. Not as big as mine but showing a good tent. "Nah, I'm good... I'm gonna go back to my room now, if that's OK."

It wasn't awkward as it seemed for some reason. Maybe because my swimmers were in Carson's belly now. "Yeah, that's fine... if you're sure." I felt a little guilty for the no-recip thing. But not too guilty, I suppose.

He flashed a grin. "Yeah, I'm sure. See ya bright and early tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I nodded, tucking back in and pulling up my trousers. "Have a good night, Wells. And thanks again." I was tipsy but maybe sobering up some now.

"My pleasure, Boss," he said. He paused and looked at me, and God I half expected a kiss to come right then. But he patted my arm and then walked past to the door. And left me in my room.

"Fuck!" I growled, and had to laugh at how crazy it was I just let that happen. I knew I'd made a terrible mistake, but Carson seemed game to make it with me. And I knew if I had that chance, I'd make it again.

[wonzn]

Falling (Jake Shim) 💌

Prompt: You fell first, but he fell harder. ₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘

Genre: Fluff

AU: F2L!au, highschool!au

Warning(s): N/A.

Synopsis: Jake was committed to finishing school before finding love, except you got in the way, giving Jake an extra task to add to his daily to-do list.

Note: I wrote this on my flight because I was bored, but now I couldn’t even think of anything more to continue it. Anyways, enjoy!

Jake liked to think that his studies and family were the most important things to him. Nothing could bend his list of priorities, like getting into his dream architecture school with a full-ride scholarship, save for his dog Layla who constantly tramples all over his homework and delays his tasks. 

That was until you waltzed into his life. 

A lot of girls liked Jake, and he knew that very well, but he simply had no time for a relationship. His school activities were already a considerable load, plus he was on the basketball team and still had to tutor kids after school or volunteer at the local animal shelter. In short, Jake was a busy person.

You, you were different. Some girls would come off rather strong when offering Jake their affection, some rather shy and reserved, choosing to admire from afar. You came off just the right amount, which intrigued Jake. 

Rather than straight up confessing to the boy, you just happened to worm your way into his friend group because you just so happened to be best friends with none other than Sunoo. 

Jake would notice your friendly advances, noting your attraction towards him with you blushing after the boy sends you a smile. Sometimes he’d even see you admire him during the boring points of class, but your actions only made him even more curious.

His attraction for you started small, denying his feelings and thinking of you as just a friend because that’s what you were, right? You just happened to get along with his best friends, treating him as one of them and being subtle with your attraction. That was what made Jake want to know more. 

You, on the other hand, did not know that you were the right amount of subtle, but instead thought you were being quite obvious. Until the day you told Sunoo and Jungwon, leading to the two boys gasping in unison. 

“What the hell? You like Jake? I didn’t even notice,” Sunoo exclaims, shaking you by the shoulders. You shrug his hands off and hide your blushing features, you didn’t mean to like Jake, your feelings developed without you even realizing it. 

You saw Jake the day you were assigned to the same class, and you only stared, thinking he was pretty and you thought that was the end of it. 

It wasn’t.

When he opened his mouth to introduce yourself, or when he even spoke in general, you found your heart racing. You only ever had vague memories of Jake, he used to be a scrawny and awkward kid that played the violin, so who was this broader and deeper-voiced version of the awkward Jaeyun that you used to know?

Your eyes always found their way toward his direction whenever you got bored, your gaze studying every feature on his face. The curve of his nose, his high cheekbones, the stupidly handsome smirk that always rests on his face. He was perfect. 

You simply thought you had no chance with him, seeing as Jake was part of the popular crowd and seeing the myriad of rejected girls that would run to the bathroom after receiving a failed confession. It scared you to no end, but that was before you had become friends with Kim Sunoo. 

Sunoo was part of Jake’s circle, not in the basketball team but rather as the team’s manager. The boy thought you were the only interesting person in his English class and decided to adopt you as his best friend from then on. 

After being friends with Sunoo for a while, he had also done you a huge favor by introducing you to the other people in the popular circle, which was how you had even gotten close enough to Jake, to begin with. Otherwise, you would’ve never been able to even be in Jake’s line of vision at all.

You started off with friendly advances, trying to get everyone used to your presence, but upon seeing Jake’s stand-off attitude towards relationships being discussed, you had put your ministrations to rest. If he wasn’t ready, you would respect that, but Jake only came off even more needy for your attention once he noticed your change in attitude.

It started small. The day after you told Sunoo and Jungwon you liked him, he had offered to walk home with you, using the excuse of everyone else being closer to you and wanting some time alone with you as well. 

This came off as normal to everyone since Jake was one of the more welcoming members of the group, so getting more one on one time was important to him. 

The walk home was a comfortable and fun change, you usually had your headphones in on your walk home but having Jake around to talk to was great. He made sure his questions hadn’t crossed any boundaries and was always attentive to what you had to say, which made you fall for him even harder.

What you didn’t know was that Jake was falling for you too, but deeper than he’d like to admit. Your smile was radiant, your laugh sounded so genuine and comforting, and nothing was ever awkward or boring with you.

From then on, Jake made it a point to spend as much time with you as he could. He even made sure he got a full-ride scholarship to his dream school before finally focusing on you. 

“Y/n, do you wanna study for the test with me and Sunghoon? Heeseung and Jay totally blew us off and you’re the only other person who would actually be willing to genuinely get anything done,” Jake asked you. 

Sunghoon, who was behind Jake, hit him in the back of the neck, causing him to wince. You laugh at their antics and agree to go study with them until Sunghoon got bored and left the two of you. Now it was just you and Jake in the library, finally reviewing your notes for the last time.

“Hey, do you wanna stop by the convenience store by your house later? My treat, since you stayed with me and actually finished everything” Jake smiles. 

“I think I’d like that actually,” you felt butterflies in your stomach. Your feelings that you had put off were starting to come back, and you just had an itching feeling that your relationship with Jake was starting to take off from just being friends to something more. 

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[asimperingswannsong]

Larissa’s Reluctant Romance

Larissa Weems/Wednesday Addams (18+ aged up, large age gap)

Warnings/Summary/Notes: @somethang0013 Better late than never? Part 6! Wednesday has successfully worn down Larissa’s reservations and we have arrived at our destination: Smut 18+ NSFW also a little angst and a healthy dose of fluff. It is a Larissa/Wednesday fic…last warning.

They’re definitely going to ruin everything in Season 2 aren’t they? Oh well, we’ll always have denial!

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Larissa spent eight plus hours on an overnight first-class flight still not fully processing that she'd agreed to spend two weeks in Italy with Wednesday. This incredibly self-possessed young woman had her behaving in the strangest of ways, but she was having trouble regretting her actions so far.

Also, she'd never previously parted with the money for a first-class upgrade and now that she'd discovered the comfort in being able to fully recline for sleep, she was worried she'd be spoiled for the rest of her life.

They arrived in Rome after a surprisingly painless journey and Wednesday had arranged their transfer to the hotel. Larissa was happy to not have to put thought into it after arriving slightly jet lagged.

She'd been to Rome before, but a long time ago when she was at university, and she'd forgotten how beautiful the city was with cobblestone streets and ancient facades surrounding what was still very much a modern bustling city.

She was smiling happily out the window before turning to see if Wednesday was enjoying the sights as much as her. She found Wednesday busy regarding her instead. "It's so beautiful. I forgot how much I loved it here. Why do I never travel?" "I don't know, but it's a pleasure to be able to reintroduce you to it."

Wednesday placed a hand on the back of Larissa's and Larissa smiled at her before reaching over and kissing her on the cheek. "Thank you for talking me into this Wednesday."

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They arrived and checked into the most luxurious hotel she'd ever seen right in the heart of the city. They were given keys cards to separate rooms with an adjoining door.

Larissa opened the door looking forward to fully refreshing her hair and makeup after the flight but was caught off guard by the dozens of fresh flower arrangements dotted around the room and the bottle of champagne on ice sitting on the dining table.

"Of course..." she thought shaking her head at Wednesday's antics, but she was touched by her continued thoughtfulness. "She's going to be the death of me," she thought as she breathed in deeply inhaling the scent of the roses and lilies adorning the main centerpiece.

She poured herself a glass of the champagne before walking over and throwing open the doors of her balcony. The sight in front of her took her breath away for a moment. The Colosseum, the Forum, the Arch of Constantine, and Palatine Hill were all visible from her room. It was a mind-blowing view.

She heard a knock at her door and thought Wednesday had come around to the main entrance instead of the adjoining door, but she opened it to find room service. "Good morning, the young lady thought you might be hungry." He rolled in a cart with coffee, juice, croissants, and an egg scramble with peppers and sausage.

Larissa walked over and knocked on the adjoining door. Wednesday opened it, "Do you have everything you need? Is the room satisfactory?" Larissa snorted, "Seriously? Wednesday the room is incredible and yes." She bent down cupped both sides of Wednesday face in her hands while placing a kiss on her forehead. "Will you join me for this breakfast the nice young man just delivered to me at your request?" "Of course."

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They parted after breakfast on the balcony while Larissa showered and freshened up. She put on the plunging dress Wednesday had bought for her and knocked at the adjoining door again. "Hello beautiful." She smiled, "Hi, sweetheart." "Tour of the Colosseum or..." "Shopping first?" she asked with a grin. "Shopping it is."

Larissa had amassed a small wardrobe of lightweight cotton sundresses some with deep V-necks and some strapless. None of them remotely resembled her usual attire, but she was having trouble narrowing down her choices. She wanted all of them.

"Larissa?" She smiled at hearing Wednesday address her by her first name. She turned and opened the door to her dressing room. "Hi, sweetheart." Wednesday took in the cotton sun dress she was wearing approvingly. "You look beautiful? Do you like it?"

Larissa opened the door wider to reveal the small army of dresses behind her. "Well...the problem is, I found a few too many I liked." "I fail to see the problem." Larissa quirked an eyebrow at her. "If you like them all. You should get them all. When was the last time you indulged yourself?"

"How am I going to deal with this many dresses while traveling?" Wednesday shrugged. "We'll buy you another suitcase...or two." "Wednesday, I think you might be an enabler of the worst sort. Also, why have we not discussed how cute you look yet?"

She gestured to the natural linen trousers and vest paired with the sheer cotton dress shirt, loose tie, and straw fedora she'd chosen for her. "I think I love it a little bit." Wednesday looked down at herself. "About that..." "Are we finding everything ladies?" "Do you have this in black?"

When Larissa approached the register to pay for her haul she found Wednesday had already made payment. “Of course,” she thought turning to glare at her.

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They stood in line outside the Colosseum, Larissa in her new white sun dress and Wednesday in her black linen trousers and vest. Larissa watched a honeymooning couple ride past in a horse drawn carriage fully engrossed in one another and unconscious of the views around them. She reached back seemingly without thinking and took Wednesday's arms wrapping them around her waist and pulling her against her.

Wednesday happily hugged her and pressed her face to her side. She hummed contentedly as they stepped up to the entrance. Larissa spent the next hour gawking at the structure around her and Wednesday spent most of it admiring how happy Larissa looked.

Finally, they stepped outside, and Larissa grabbed her hand swinging it back and forth. "What's next? I'm a little peckish. Are you hungry?" "Well, actually..." Wednesday gestured for Larissa and they walked toward Palatine Hill.

They walked up onto the grass with a view of the Forum before them and Wednesday waved a greeting to a gentleman who was putting the finishing touches on a picnic laid out on a blanket on the grass. The man waved back before turning to leave.

Wednesday gestured for Larissa once more and turned to walk her over to the impromptu feast but Larissa stopped her, cupping her face and turning her to make eye contact. Wednesday responded by taking her hand in both of her own and holding it close to her face. She looked up at her questioningly.

Larissa gazed at her affectionately for a moment before asking, "Wednesday are you sure I'm worth all of this attention?" "I will happily go on lavishing you with attention if you'll allow me. Yes, I'm certain you deserve it." She placed a kiss to the palm of her hand and turned once more gesturing for Larissa to join her on the blanket.

Wednesday sat at Larissa's feet. "I wasn't sure what you'd prefer so I opted a variety." There was a small feast of salami, Parma ham, smoke salmon and trout, hard cheeses, soft cheeses, fig and sour cherry spreads, two types of caviar, creme fraiche, blinis, grapes, cherries, and strawberries, champagne, and cannoli.

Larissa pulled her legs in and bent forward to place a kiss on Wednesday's cheek. "Darling, it looks amazing." Wednesday prepared a plate for her and passed it to her before pulling her feet into her lap and making her own food.

Larissa poured two glasses of champagne and they ate while people watching. The smell of the orange trees dotted along the walkways drifted over to them on the soft breeze and mingled with the scents of laurel, roses, and wisteria from the hill behind them.

"Do you want to spend the majority of time here in Rome or would you like to branch out to Venice or Milan or somewhere else? We could go up to the Dolomites if you like." "Another place might be nice but after my overindulgent shopping spree, moving around might be a bit of a headache."

Wednesday shrugged, "We could keep the rooms here and just pack an overnight bag for a short trip elsewhere." "Wednesday, that would be a little excessive, wouldn't it?" "Not if it makes you happy." "Maybe a day trip to Pompeii and back?" "Of course."

"Wednesday, have I thanked you for talking me into this yet?" "Yes, I believe you had expressed a certain gratitude for having been persuaded." Larissa sat her plate down, pulled her feet up, and moved down the blanket to be closer to Wednesday, who sat her plate aside as well.

Larissa leaned in close and pressed another kiss to Wednesday's cheek, but this time it was softer, and it lingered. Wednesday leaned into the contact. When they parted Larissa stayed close as they gazed at one another.

Wednesday placed a hand on Larissa's back above her shoulder blade holding her close. Larissa whispered, " I'm so glad I didn't have to say goodbye to you yet, Wednesday." They continued gazing into each other's eyes before Wednesday dipped her head and pressed her lips to Larissa's. She didn't kiss her she just made contact and waited for Larissa's cue.

Larissa hesitated momentarily before placing a hand on Wednesday's cheek and kissing her gently. It felt like an electric current flowing between them. Larissa's head swirled with a dozen thoughts all at once. "I've wanted this so much. Why have I wanted this? Is this still inappropriate? What will my colleagues think? Will my career be compromised? Will my reputation be ruined? Morticia's going to kill me! Fuck it! I want this!" She pushed all the thoughts aside and leaned into the kiss with a moan.

When they parted, Wednesday continued to hold her close, "Are you cer..." Larissa cut her off by leaning back in. This time when they parted, she lay back on the blanket and Wednesday crawled eagerly up after her.

Placing one hand to the right of her head, Wednesday leaned over her and ran her other hand gently through the older woman's silver locks brushing her hair away from the side of her face. She drew the back of her hand gently over the corner of her lips. "Come here sweetheart," Larissa whispered placing her hand on the back of Wednesday's head and pulling her down to meet her mouth.

Wednesday wound her hand under Larissa's head, cradling it in her palm, while wrapping her other arm underneath her shoulders, holding her in a tight embrace as they continued to kiss while lying together next to the forgotten feast.

Eventually Wednesday broke the kiss and rested her forehead to Larissa's as they caught their breath. "Your lips are swollen." "You're wearing my lipstick." Larissa placed a peck on the newly red lips above her. Wednesday sat up pulling Larissa up with her. They looked at the food and realized they'd lost track of time.

"Darling, I'm so sorry. I think we've wasted the picnic you arranged." Wednesday moved up and behind Larissa on the blanket pulling her back until she leaned against her between her legs. She took a grape and pressed it to her swollen, lipstick smeared, lips and watched intently as Larissa bit down on it. She then handed her a champagne flute. "I wouldn't call this a waste."

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They took a car from the picnic to the Piazza di Spagna and walked to the Trevi Fountain. Larissa wrapped her arms around Wednesday and pressed against her back holding her phone up for a selfie, she said, "Smile," and was surprised to see the corners of Wednesday's lips upturned slightly in the resulting photo.

Larissa tossed coins into the fountain, and they sat on the steps and ate gelato together before returning to Wednesday's hotel room. "Do you want me to book a table somewhere this evening?" "No, darling, let's just do something easy from room service. Maybe we can watch a movie together and enjoy that view," she said gesturing to the balcony.

Wednesday took both of her hands in her own and kissed the back of each. "Anything you like." Larissa smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm gonna go soak for a while. I'll be back later," she whispered into Wednesday's ear. Wednesday inclined her head slightly and their lips brushed lightly as Larissa moved away.

Larissa returned to her own room with a strange sort of nervous energy coursing through her. She felt as though she'd had too much coffee. She undressed, opened a bottle of red, and drew herself a bath. She rolled up a towel and placed it behind her head, laying back and trying to relax.

She finished a glass of wine and poured herself a second as she continued to soak. She felt the jittery sort of energy begin to leave her, but she became lost in her own thoughts. She started to doubt her earlier actions and almost started to panic.

"Will I lose my job for this? Should I? She's not even half my age and she was my student last week. I've dated her mother. I dated her mother over 20 years ago! My God, Larissa, what are you doing?" She drained the second glass as the water around her cooled and poured a third as she toweled off.

Wednesday ordered a few pizzas and a salad from room service. It wasn't the grandest of fare, but it would keep well if they were...distracted. It took her a minute to identify the feeling inside of her as happiness. She was surprised to experience it and further surprised by how much she was enjoying it.

That was until her movie date arrived back, later than she'd expected and visibly drunk. She held a half-drunk bottle of wine in her hand and wore a red silk and lace negligee with one strap hanging loosely off of her shoulder. She wore no makeup, and her hair was flowing down past her shoulders. Her nipples were hard beneath the thin silk of her negligee. Wednesday wanted to enjoy the sight because it was incredibly sexy, but she was concerned.

Larissa captured her lips in a sloppy kiss, and Wednesday could taste the wine she'd been drinking. She started to speak but Larissa began pushing her backward. The backs of her knees hit the bed and she flopped down onto it.

Larissa straddled her and pulled her into another sloppy drunk kiss. She reached up and started trying to undo Wednesday's tie. Wednesday reached up and stopped her hands, breaking the kiss. "What are you doing?" "What do you mean?" She tried again to undo the tie.

Wednesday stopped her a second time and Larissa tore her hands away angrily. "I thought you wanted this!" she huffed. "Or did I get the wrong idea from all of the flowers and hand delivered meals?" she asked sarcastically with a slight slur to her words.

Wednesday moved faster than Larissa could process, grabbing her by the hips and rolling them both. Her back hit the bed and Wednesday grabbed both her wrists pressing her hands up above her head and locking them in place.

Larissa's eyes widened in shock and her breath hitched as she saw the ferocity in Wednesday's gaze. She was taken aback and surprised at the coil of excitement that ran down her body straight into her core at the sudden display of dominance.

Wednesday scolded her as she leaned over her, "Don't be petulant with me Larissa." She realized she may have been a little rough with her, so she released the grip she had on Larissa's wrists and softened her gaze as she caressed her face pushing her hair aside. She was oblivious to the shock wave she'd sent coursing through her body.

"Something is obviously wrong. If you're upset or worried, why wouldn't you speak to me? I can accept rejection from you if you feel you need to do so, but I'm not going to sleep with you while you're drunk so you can regret it later and then use it as an excuse."

"I don't want to reject you." "Then what's wrong? Why did you get drunk before coming back to me?" Wednesday sat up and pulled Larissa up with her. She stood and turned to get a bottle of water.

When she turned back to hand it to Larissa, she found her sitting on the edge of the bed crying. She grabbed a throw from a nearby chair and wrapped it around her. She coaxed her to stand. "Come here," she said gently.

She wrapped her arm around Larissa, and they walked over to the balcony. Wednesday opened the door and they stepped out into the soft breeze. She deposited her on the chaise lounge outside and handed her the water bottle. "Drink this please sweetheart."

She quickly went back inside and returned with a damp cloth. She sat down next to Larissa and turned, wiping her tears away. "Don't cry. I didn't mean to upset you." "I'm sorry," Larissa said sniffling. "Don't be. Come here." Wednesday wrapped her arms around her and pulled the throw tighter against her shoulders. She cradled her tipsy burrito of angst to her side and rubbed comforting circles along it's lower back.

"Do you want to talk to me?" "Well," she huffed, "I want to enjoy this. It's been incredible so far Wednesday. But I started thinking while I was in the bath, and I couldn't stop. I'm worried I'm sabotaging my career that I've poured my whole life into. I'm mad at myself for pouring my whole life into my stupid career, but I still don't want to lose it. And your mother is going to murder me!"

"Shh," she said soothingly. "Okay. First of all, I will deal with Morticia Addams." "I'm serious. I don't want you to worry about her. As far as your career goes, I could deal with the board members theoretically, but I'm not sure you'd like my approach." "No, I don't want you burying board member bodies around campus."

"I think if you want to pursue this, it would be best to be up front with the school board and let them know you would appreciate the chance to address any concerns that may arise directly." "If you think it would be best not to pursue this, I will understand." "Do you want me to stop?"

Larissa raised her head up from Wednesday's shoulder and pulled one hand out of the blanket to cup her face. "No! Please don't, sweetheart. Please." Another tear dropped down her cheek and Wednesday wiped it away.

"Alright. It's okay." Wednesday pulled her back in to her embrace and resumed rubbing her back. "We can talk about it more later." They sat and admired the view, listening to the sounds of the traffic below and the people conversing as they walked by. Slowly Larissa drifted off to sleep.

Wednesday woke her long enough to guide her back inside and place her in bed. She tucked her in, put the pizza in the fridge, and climbed in snuggling up to Larissa's back.

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Wednesday woke the next morning to a fully nude Larissa straddling her and kissing her awake. "Is this, okay?" she asked with her lips still pressed against Wednesday's. "It is very, very much okay." "Yes." Larissa drew her in to a passionate kiss while Wednesday ran her hands up along her thighs and hips finally enjoying the privilege of exploring the creamy white expanse of her body.

Larissa broke the kiss and leaned down pressing her lips against the shell of Wednesday's ear. "Can I tell you a secret?" she whispered. Wednesday nodded slightly. "When you threw me down onto the bed and pinned my wrists down, I felt it in my cunt," she finished her secret by placing a gentle bite on Wednesday's ear.

Wednesday sat up abruptly, pulling her back to look into her eyes. Larissa saw her pupils were blown wide with lust. "That's not the sort of secret you should share with me Larissa." "Why not?" she asked innocently.

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Larissa was surprised at the dexterity Wednesday demonstrated as she could feel her tying knots around her wrist with her hands as she somehow managed to maintain the kiss they were currently locked in. Wednesday did break the kiss once both wrists were bound in the red silk rope, she ran a piece down each arm, looping it in and around at the elbows, down and an in and around her armpits.

She continued kissing Larissa while she completed each new segment, binding the bright red threads around each breast, adorning each nipple with its own kiss until they stood in hard little peaks. She continued down looping the rope across and down and under her ribs, placing kisses there before crossing atop her lower belly and below again.

She wrapped the crux of each of her thighs, the backs of knees, and then down to her ankles. She kissed her calf muscles, and the bottoms of her feet. She completed the process by adding another rope at the top connecting Larissa's wrists to the top of the bed and two more at the bottom holding her feet in place.

She stood over her a moment admiring the way the crimson rope stood out against the milky white complexion of her skin. Larissa whimpered slightly at the hungriness of Wednesday's gaze. Wednesday undressed fully in front of her and turned to the nightstand removing a large red strap and stepping into it.

Another whimper. Wednesday arched an eyebrow at her. "It was dominance you wanted?" Wednesday noticed a pink flush had formed in Larissa's checks and neck. It ran in a V shape down between her breasts which were heaving as she breathed deeply.

She bent forward and ran a finger through her slit collecting a large amount of slick. "Already?" she asked while sucking the finger clean. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste. Larissa groaned. "What's the matter?" "Please!" she pleaded and bucked her hips up. "Please what?"

"I need you! Please fuck me!" Wednesday smiled at her before crawling onto the bed and pressing down on her. She captured her mouth in a kiss as she pinched lightly at her nipple. Larissa rolled her hips up trying to make contact. Wednesday smiled as she broke the kiss and dropped down sucking the nipple into her mouth. Larissa groaned loudly and pressed up again. This time Wednesday reached down and placed the length of the strap on the top of Larissa's mound.

She rolled her hips up again trapping the cock between them and dragging her clit along its length. She started a steady rhythm of grinding against the cock craving more pressure. Wednesday pinched her other nipple while biting down lightly on the one in her mouth. Larissa's hips stuttered.

She began placing open mouthed kisses along her chest, sucking hard and leaving purple marks behind. Larissa pulled tightly against the rope binding her wrists, she groaned in frustration. She could feel the coil tightening in her belly, but she wanted more. She wanted to be penetrated. "Please!" she groaned out.

"Inside me? Please!" Wednesday pulled back sitting up on her feet. "No! Please! Please!" Larissa continued bucking her hips up no longer making any contact. Wednesday smirked and stared at the shiny slick coating all around the pretty pink folds of Larissa's slit. She ran the tip of her finger in and circled Larissa's clit a few times, collecting more of her cum. Larissa rolled her hips more and begged, "I need you!"

Without warning, Wednesday gripped the rope wrapped around Larissa's thighs and used it to pull her up off the bed. She latched onto her clit and began hungrily eating her out. She ran her tongue up and down her folds and around her clit again and again, sucking lightly on the sensitive bud from time to time. Larissa threw her head back and struggled to keep her legs open. She wanted to trap Wednesday's face in place between her legs.

Wednesday released the rope with one hand and pressed two fingers all the way inside Larissa while she continued to suck and lick at her clit. She fucked her eagerly, scissoring her fingers apart inside her and stretching her opening wider, before curling them in and pressing against her walls. She fucked her faster and faster before adding a third finger.

Larissa's thighs pressed in on the side of Wednesday's head as she came hard. Wednesday continued fucking her and Larissa heard the most obscene wet squelching sounds coming from her body as she drenched her face and hand.

Wednesday withdrew her fingers and sucked the cum from them as Larissa watched in a pleasured haze. Wednesday looked down at her bound and limp lover. She ran her hands up along her thighs and hips, pressing her fingertips in and squeezing, grabbing the ropes and pulling up on them, lifting Larissa slightly with each pull. "I wanted to be so gentle with you the first time..." she said almost to herself.

She made eye contact with Larissa before running a hand beneath the rope covering her ribs and gripping it tightly. She rammed the strap inside her while pulling down on the rope. Before Larissa could react, she began fucking her at a harsh fast pace.

Larissa moaned loudly at the feeling of being stretched wide in her already sensitive cunt, but she didn't have time to even adjust before Wednesday began pounding into her. She knew she wouldn't be able to last long. Wednesday fucked her harder and harder. The only sounds in the room were the wet slapping noises of Wednesday's hips hitting her soaked cunt, the sounds of the bed protesting under the assault, and Larissa's loud moans that were bordering on screams.

"Fuck! Plea...I..." she tried to beg but she couldn't catch her breath long enough. Wednesday pulled her hand from under the rope and collapsed on top of Larissa, wrapping her arms beneath her she pressed down on her hips as she rutted desperately against her, bottoming out inside her each time. Larissa squeezed her eyes shut and felt herself fall over the edge, cumming a second time.

They lay covered in sweat and breathless pressed against each other as Larissa tried to recover with the strap still buried inside her. Wednesday pulled her into a deep kiss but it didn't last long because Larissa was too out of breath to continue.

Wednesday pulled out of her slowly and Larissa moaned lightly at the loss of the fullness inside her. Wednesday kissed each of her nipples as Larissa continued to lay boneless beneath her. She teased them with her tongue as she felt her breathing starting to slow.

Wednesday stood and walked over to the balcony opening the doors wide and letting the breeze in. It felt deliciously cool on her sweat soaked skin. Larissa hummed happily from the bed. Wednesday turned and walked back over to the bed and untied the knots of the ropes attaching Larissa's feet and hands to the top and bottom of the bed.

While there she noted the purple spots from the hickeys, she'd sucked onto her skin earlier and she figured the ropes would leave marks behind as well. "I'm afraid I may have ruined your sundress addiction for you." Larissa arched an eyebrow at her. "Either that or I can go on wearing them and just display your affection to everyone around us." Wednesday chuckled.

Larissa held her wrists up for Wednesday to untie them. Wednesday looked at her questioningly. "Untie me?" "Why would I do that?" She pushed her wrists back down. Larissa looked at her with surprise. Wednesday reached down, grabbed the ropes at her hips, and pulled them tugging her down to the side of the bed. She let go of one side and tugged harder rolling Larissa onto her belly.

She let out a surprised gasp as her feet dangled off the edge of the bed. Wednesday stepped between her legs and bent down placing the tip of the strap at the top of her slit. "Be a good girl Larissa," she said while dragging the tip back and forth along her slit.

Larissa's breath hitched as she grabbed fistfuls of bedding. She looked up and realized she could see out of their open balcony doors. Wednesday pulled back from her and Larissa was confused until she felt her hand smack hard across her ass. She groaned in surprise while Wednesday admired the bright red handprint that stood out on her fair complexion. She decided the other side needed a match, so she smacked her again.

She placed her fingers under the rope where it crossed atop her ass and pulled her up a little, Larissa waited for another smack on her ass, but she screamed in surprise when Wednesday smacked her cunt instead. She planted her face in the sheets and groaned loudly at the electric current of pain that ran through her overly sensitive core. It was followed immediately by a surge of pleasure that was almost too much to take.

Before she could recover, Wednesday shoved the strap back inside her. She screamed loud enough for the neighborhood to hear before burying her face back in the sheets and twisting the covers into a death grip in her hands.

As Wednesday gripped her hips firmly underneath holding her up in place, she started to fuck her again. Larissa began trying to plead with her, "Wednesday...oh God..oh please...I don't think I can.." "Yes, you can. Be good and show me you can take it." She shut up as she felt a wave of wetness flooding out of her at Wednesday's instruction.

She held on for as long as she could, but as sensitive as she was it didn't take long for her to cum a third time. Wednesday continued to fuck her as her body trembled beneath her, but she pulled out of her as soon as she stopped shaking this time and she released the tight grip on her hips placing her gently back down on the bed.

She lay boneless sprawled on her face on the bed with her legs still dangling off the sides. Wednesday stepped out of the strap and out from between Larissa's legs before gathering her up in her arms and rolling her back over on her back. She pulled her up placing her back in the bed correctly and began undoing the knots binding her ankles.

She slowly and tenderly unwound the sections of rope, lifting her slightly as needed. When she finished, she went to fetch a wet cloth, a robe, and a bottle of water. She cleaned Larissa's sensitive folds as gently as possible before pulling the robe over her to cover her and keep her from catching a chill from the open balcony doors. She climbed into bed next to her as Larissa pulled herself into a propped-up position on the pillows. Wednesday kissed her and offered her the water.

Larissa wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close, lifting the robe and using it to cover both of them as they pressed together beneath it. "Was it too much? Should I have stopped?" Larissa chuckled. "No, darling, that was incredible. It felt amazing." She kissed her and smiled at her.

Wednesday lay her head on Larissa's shoulder and they stared out of the balcony together. Wednesday's eyes started to close in sleep when she heard Larissa's stomach growl. She looked up at her. "Oops." Wednesday stood and went to the fridge. She returned with more water and a cold pizza. Larissa smiled at her again and kissed her as they cuddled back under the robe to eat together.

[edutainer2022]

More asks if you wish!!

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

This one rather amuses me, for Scott of course: 31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

42. 3 comfort items

@astranite Thank you so much! I actually did 2 (a canon/headcanon hill I'll die on) and several others, I think (which all fall under headcanon)for Scott a while back, and I'm THRILLED to revist it.

CW: we're talking about Scott, so there are LOTS of heavy themes and topics mentioned, angst and death. My mind often goes dark places with him. Tread with caution.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on.

I'll do several, because I can.

Scott has a suicidal ideation/death wish. As in, he genuinely thinks he needs to die in sacrifice- the way Dad did. He doesn't actively seek it, but has sort of internalized that as an inevitable fate, because that's the least he can do against the magnitude of Dad's sacrifice.

He blames himself for Dad's death (canon text).

Scott excelled in academia. A prom king, President of the class, sports team captain and a valedictorian both in high school and college.

Scott is 29-ish (under 30) by the end of Season 3. I WILL die on that hill. Symbolically, that means Dad's disappearance spearheaded him into "legal, albeit too young" adulthood, and Dad's recovery ("saving father from the abyss") heralded transition into "full manhood".

Scott will loose a son some time down the line - IR equipment gone wrong, a rescue,  combat etc. (narrative symmetry is a ruthless thing). Sorry. I mulled it over every which way. A lost significant other is a gestalt already closed by Dad Tracy. And in a timeline that is not an incandescent wish-fulfillment HEA, it would unfortunately fall to Scott to experience what his father happily dodged - a son so adamant to follow in his Hero's footsteps, and a father so encouraging and approving of that - he'll pay the ultimate price.

Scott is not close to Grandma (mainly because Scott was close to Mom, aka the woman who took over as #1 in Jeff's life, later Scott is a living, breathing reminder that Jeff is gone, and is a mirror and foil to Jeff's shortcomings).

Scott can play the piano (Mom totally taught him first, having big hopes for those long, long fingers), but he never applied himself to practice the skill, like Virgil did. They can play duet on a very rare, precious occasion, when the mood is right.

Scott is more than a decent dancer - cowboy line and square dancing, but also waltz and tango. It was a Mom thing, originally, the prep for a middle school Formal or something. He later practiced with John, who was too shy to take dance classes. While we are at it - my hard headcanon is that, for all that he's Dad's replica and seeks Dad's approval like air, Scott was close to Mom, her White Knight, and takes after her a lot in mannerisms and character (it's maybe more obvious to the adults in their lives, as the boys' memories of Mom are hazy with every passing year).

Some time far off down the line, Scott will run for World President and win. Maybe it's gonna be one of his tried and true "keeping busy with X is the only thing that keeps me from going crazy" tactics. There's literally no heavier duty than the weight of the whole world.

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done.

Got engaged or eloped, even, back in Flight School, to a fellow cadet. His trusted second in an air group and a wingman. Of course they usually got suggestions to "get a room" after flight exercises. At some point they did. Both stupidly young, of course. Scott asked Dad for Mom's engagement ring and withstood Dad's stern questioning stare with a defiant stance that "when you know - you know". Dad had little to object to that, but had his reservations. For one, it was against regulations - Scott was CAG (captain of air group), ergo, within direct chain of command. For two - Jeff already had plans of the Tracy Island and IR well underway. Scott was completely game and ready to join Dad, he believed in IR and Dad's dreams since day 1, since TV-21. Of course, in his idealistic mind the Love of His Life was to join them - an exceptional pilot she'd be a great asset to IR team, they worked seamlessly together. It'd be great! Bereznik recon was to be among Scott's last assignments. Only the fiancée didn't exactly subscribe to idyllic dreams of "getting kittens off trees under Daddy's watchful eye" - she thought they were to share a life of service, career soldiers and fighters, test pilots, command material. She thought Scott was betraying that shared dream in favor of indulging Dad yanking his leash. Mom's ring was returned. The breakup was so earthshattering that it may or may not have made Scott loose focus for a second, while flying over hostile territory. It only took a second... The brothers never knew of that whole relationship and situation, only Dad. And maybe Kyrano. I have a whole fic idea about the ring being first taken off Scott, together with dogtags, in interrogation, then retrieved.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves.

These are things and thoughts Scott hates himself for territory - so, certainly, they would come across as jarring (and vastly untrue) to anyone, who actually knows Scott. I'll do several, because why limit ourselves in ways Scotty's mind would torment him.

Scott has taken a life or lives. Not just by proxy, as in people they couldn't save (Dad being first in line in his mind). And not just in combat/self defense. I think Scott has eased someone's suffering at some point and provided assisted suicide (a fellow POW in Bereznik, a rescuee). It's a whole different pit of hell that haunts him. I'd say Scott also has a DNR and maybe, that one time after a dark day and one too many helpings of scotch he asked either Virgil or John to do the same for him - to mercy kill. Virgil is horrified (Scott's DNR gets ignored on multiple occasions not for nothing), but John promises he'd do it. They all pretend that conversation never happened later.

On very, very bad days that happen more often after SOS, Scott kinda wishes they never found Dad's signal. Dad's signal means not only did he fail to save him, but he failed to search hard enough afterwards and settled into just living on. Scott is also not fooling himself- Dad's signal may mean there's no Dad alive anymore on the other side after eight years in outer space - which means loosing Dad all over again and watching the brothers and Grandma loose Dad all over again. Unthinkable. Unbearable. His fault.

Dad's return is not all unicorns and soothing rainbows. Well, it is - for everyone else. His brothers got Dad back, Grandma got her son back, Lee, Casey, Lord Hugh, Brains and Kyrano got their friend back, Tracy Industries got their CEO back, IR got the Commander back, the world got Jeff Tracy back. Which is all to exemplify how much Scott has been a placeholder in everyone's eyes. The brothers and Kayo can talk Dad's ear off a mile a minute about their pursuits and accomplishments, but Scott hasn't got much to show for it. He's only ever been doing... this "being Jeff Tracy" thing for the past eight years, trying to keep his head above water. He missed Dad to the point of wanting to die - but Dad is not back, advising him how to run the show and being there for him, he's back to pick up where he left off.  Alan and Kayo are even trained enough to fly One now. Why would anyone need Scott anymore? (This DOES NOT lead to any good places or conclusions. Scott's undercurrent fear is to see disappointment and disapproval in Dad's eyes, once the euphoria settles down  and he starts to delve into reports how Scott handled things).

Berezniki guards drilled into him that by the time they're done - noone would want what's left of Scott, broken and damaged beyond repair, and Scott is unsure he still doesn't believe them.

Scott doesn't actively want kids of his own. He loves his brothers beyond anything and Alan is his son in all ways that count. But he can't in good conscience pursue to bring a life into the world and then let it suffer the loss, like he did - Scott doesn't  exactly envision a happily ever after timeframe for himself, where he gets to grow old and be there for the kid(s). Nor does he envision a timeframe where he's loved and seen by someone to want to eventually stick around and raise a family. (Let's not forget these are dark, secret assumptions, and Scott is, obviously, way off the mark in them).

[shuttershocky]

Hey Shutter, do you have any favorite folk tale in Philippines?

Hmm, none that I can write completely from memory, but I do have a few personal ghost stories, which are kind of like modern Filipino folk tales.

In my time at university, there was a rumor that warned you about going into the first floor bathrooms of a certain building after 5 PM. Due to a horrific mishap that is a whole other story, I ended up having to take a class (that WASN'T part of my course) in this very building, and it just so happened to be scheduled from 4 to 5:30 PM.

Now this was in the second semester when the sun starts going down earlier, so by the time I'd get out of class it would already be sunset, if not already twilight. Thus, you can see how many people found going into the (poorly lit and rather dirty) bathrooms in the first floor kinda creepy after 5.

Unfortunately, one particularly slow day saw me on the first floor at 6PM, still cramming an assignment due at 12. It is in these times of great homework that mother nature likes to come a-callin', and at the time I was not about to climb up 2 flights of stairs just to go to a decent bathroom (the ones in the 2nd floor were reserved for faculty only).

And so it was that I ended up going into the first floor bathroom alone after dark. Or I would have, if I was actually brave. Instead, I stood there waiting in front of the door, fighting tooth and nail to dam the Niagara falls that would surely burst the moment I would admit defeat and climb the stairs, when another person walked past me and went right into the bathroom with no hesitation.

"Oh thank God, a gigachad" is what I would have thought, but the meme wasn't around yet back then, so I just settled with being grateful to have company and followed them into the bathroom.

I did my business, washed my hands, noted that the bathroom had all the mirrors taken out (in many Asian ghost stories, a ghost appears via the bathroom mirror), and paused when something felt wrong...

It was quiet. Too quiet. Almost like I was the only person inside. This was not possible, as all the stalls were creaky as hell and groaned like a class given additional readings whenever they opened or closed, so I definitely would have heard the other person finishing up and leaving, even if they were the type to not wash their hands.

"Hello?" I said, which looking back is a crazy thing to say even in a completely normal, not-scary bathroom with only two people in it.

There was no answer, but the stall next to mine creaked open.

Nobody came out.

This is usually the part of the story when the horror protagonist nervously inches towards the opened stall and peeks in, only to find it empty and start screaming.

I was not about to fucking do that. I sprinted right out the door and reached the lobby faster than I could say "Fuck fuck fuck fuck", which usually takes quite a bit more fucks to traverse.

I never went there again. That was the second scariest thing I had ever seen in the toilet, and I wasn't about to risk seeing whatever the hell that was come back to compete with #1.

[nightswithkookmin]

I'm inactive from twitter nowadays so am always somehow behind the new updates,but always catch up when I can.about jimin going to newyork for work I heard no one knew about it? But been noticing jm pulls off this crazy crowd at the airport everytime hes alone.but I don't see this crowd for others?..it looks like jimin has his own solo huge fanbase in his country? this also after jm being barely active on social media but seems fans and kmedia really love jimin.,the first time he went to us and stayed for two weeks the crowd was insane too and some said he paid kmedia to bring fans in which is ridiculous.

He paid to get fans to the airport?????

I mean if he was gonna pay anyone it would be me and I'm not seeing any check in the mail���🏾‍♂️

People can be so corny 🙄

BTS is the most influential boyband in the world and people marvel when the one member people have always been curious about attracts attention whenever he steps out- never mind that he's also been the most inaccessible scarce member following the announcement of their solo careers.

All this talk about jikook going private-

It's such a wonder to see their brains at work

Not even gonna lie I would pay with my own money to rally up the hoes at his front door so I'm in no position to Judge let alone condemn anyone who does this too.

If anyone is paying the media to be anywhere it is his fans. It is me. I did it. Jimin has nothing to do with it. They should leave him alone.

We gonna get him the crown, the trophies, the streams, the plays, the clout, the attention, higher ratings, play his soft core PR managers, manage his brand- if we could post and curate his IG ourselves we would. If we could pay for his flights so he flies private or 1st class all the time we would, if we could choose which programs he should be on we would, if we could be his agents we would, if we could create a whole new planet for himWE WOULD.

People underestimate just how obsessed his fans and detractors alike are with him. I tell you his haters are his biggest promoters and we thank them.

We mean business out here darling. Other stans are just lazy. Look at what they doing to RM!!! They not even giving him the clicks!it's been four days and still life isn't even clocking 10m- they should stop worrying about Jimin and go stream like the bitches they are

JM stans want to see him do better and that motivates everyone in one way or the other no matter their reach. PJMs are resourceful. It's why fake woke OT7s cancel them a lot💀

They spend so much time and energy abusing others they reserve no energy to support their faves.

He has in us a ride or die and people are just jealous.

Jimin stans we are dedicated🙃

Look at me. I've been through the wood chip, lived through several moments of BTS droughts- I should hang my coat and retire yet I'm still here💀

Had friends who've told me to give all this up and live my life- I'm no longer friends with them🙂

I'll give you up before I give Jimin up

I am here till the final curtain call🙂

On a serious note, guys go watch Still life MV and let's push it to at least 10m damn