#Good News Fri-Yay

[johnwhowell]

Friday JohnKu - AKA - TGIF - Fry-Yay/Good News

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[oysterie]

ohhh man.

[ashwhowrites]

Yay! Your requests are open!

So, Eddie and Reader have just gotten together, and they're riding high, honeymoon phase.

Then Steve opens his big mouth and admits he slept with Reader before he got together with Nancy, so it was a long time ago and just a drunken hook up, but he jokes that Reader seemed to have the time of her life and "you have some to live up to Eddie!"

So then Eddie decides (typical guy) that he's going to uppe Steve and asks how many times Steve made Reader cum and she says "three times - two times during foreplay and once during the sex" and Eddie says "Then be ready for at least four times, baby," and I leave up to you what he does but smut ensues

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

⚠️smut, rough sex, more smut

3? Give me 4

Eddie already knew he was a jealous person. He'd been jealous of people and things ever since he was young. He was jealous of the kids with new shoes and clean clothes. He was jealous of their toys and homes. Even as he got older he was jealous of how school seemed to be to people. He was jealous of the popular kids and their ride to college based on scholarships.

Then he got someone that other people would be jealous of. His beauty of a girl, Y/N. She was gorgeous and everyone knew that. For once Eddie didn't have to deal with jealousy, he caused it for others.

He and Y/N went at it teens in a horror film. It didn't matter where they were, they'd find somewhere to get busy. The relationship was fresh, so it was all love and lust. Two things Eddie loved that went together.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom," Y/N said, leaning over to peck Eddie's cheek. He watched in awe as she got up and walked off, his eyes didn't leave her until Steve spoke up.

"You're like a puppy dog for her, dude." Steve laughed, shoving a handful of fries in his mouth. Eddie turned to look at him, cringing as small amounts of fries spilled out of Steve's mouth.

"You'd understand if you were with her." Eddie snickered, taking a messy bite of his burger.

"I have been," Steve shrugged, not understanding the weight of his words. He was oblivious to the death stare Eddie gave him. "We hooked up way before I got with Nancy. We were drunk, and found each other."

"Excuse me?" Eddie glared, he could feel that burning jealousy enter his body again.

"Oh yeah, from what I can remember the girl had the time of her life. Looks like you have some to live up to, Eddie." Steve joked, reaching across the table to give Eddie a small punch in the shoulder.

Steve Harrington fucked his girlfriend, how the hell could he compete with that?

"Everything okay?" Y/N asked as she sat next to Eddie. She could feel how intense the tension was.

"Yes, these fries are delicious," Steve said, no idea of the tension.

"Eddie?" Y/N whispered as she squeezed his thigh

"Good" he choked out, but his mind was already spinning.

~

Y/N could sense something was wrong with Eddie as they silently drove to his trailer.

"Eddie, can you tell me what is wrong?" Y/N asked for another time, sighing as they walked into the empty and dark trailer.

Eddie flicked on the light and shrugged out of his jacket. Y/N tried not to stare as his toned arms came into view and the ink of his tattoos.

"You fucked King Steve?" Eddie snapped, his question barely was a question.

Y/N sighed and rubbed her face. Steve was an idiot.

"Eddie that was ages ago. Way before we even knew each other. Steve and I are just friends." She explained, she walked closer to him. When he didn't move she took it as a green light. She hooked her arms around his neck and placed her forehead on his. "Trust me, you make me feel way better than he ever did."

"How many times did King Steve make you cum?"

Y/N felt her breath get caught in her throat. Eddie's eyes were clouded with lust, making his eyes almost black. His voice was challenging Steve, and it made her thighs clench.

Eddie didn't appreciate her silence, his right hand roughly tugged her hair. She gasped as her head was yanked back, Eddie's hot breath fanning her neck.

"I asked," He started, his teeth lightly nipping at her skin, "you a question, baby." She tried to think of words, but she was so turned on that all she could think about was Eddie's pulsing cock being drilled into her.

"Three times," Y/N moaned, Eddie's mouth sucking harshly on her skin, "two-two times during foreplay," she shivered as Eddie's left hand trailed down her body. "And once during sex."

Eddie dropped his hand from her hair, moving both his hands to land on the back of her thighs. She squealed as he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He placed her on the counter, smirking as he stood between her legs. He reached forward and rubbed her bottom lip.

"Then be ready for at least four times, baby," Eddie whispered.

Y/N went to clench her thighs again but squeezed Eddie since he stood between her legs.

"Oh? Is this turning you on?" he teased, his thumb yanked down her bottom lip. Watched as it snapped back into place, moving his hands down to her thighs.

"Touch me, please." She begged

She shivered as Eddie laughed, he leaned in so he was nose to nose. His lips were inches from hers as she stared with her mouth open.

"Don't worry, I'll touch you. I'll touch you everywhere until you are shaking and crying for my cock. Make that pretty pussy so desperate to be filled. Then I'm going to fuck you like a whore." Eddie's voice was dark and deep as he stepped back and tore off his shirt.

Y/N felt like she never had a chance to catch her breath. From his words, his hands, and now his naked chest. She reached forward, impatiently touching his skin as she trailed her nails from his chest to his stomach. She was locked on his belt, working fast as she tugged the leather through the loops and threw it to the floor.

She froze as Eddie's hands gripped her hands, quick to slam them against the wall above her head. She tugged but his grip was too tight.

"Eddie please," she whined

Eddie let her hands go, but his eyes told her not to move. He unbuttoned her jeans, lifting up her hips as he yanked down her pants. He tossed them to the floor, then his fingers teased her underwear band. She shivered as he ran in fingers back and forth, her stomach moving fast as she panted.

She sighed in relief when he got rid of her underwear, her cunt bare and on display. She watched with heavy eyes as he dropped to his knees, his eyes level with her wet cunt.

"Even more gorgeous than last time," he whispered, taking his time to lean in. Inhaling her sweet scent. "Smell so addicting"

She moaned as she realized he was talking to her cunt itself.

"Yes," she moaned and threw her head back against the wall when Eddie's tongue ran through her folds. "Fuck that's it" Her hands moved to his hair.

He loved it when she tugged at his curls so he allowed the movement. He was determined to fuck out her brains. He flattened his tongue and ran it up and down her cunt.

"More baby, please," Y/N begged

Eddie smirked against her cunt, loving how desperate she was for him. He pushed two fingers inside of her, moaning as they got soaked immediately. He slipped his fingers in and out, her cunt clenching around him as his mouth began to suck on her clit.

She purred as she clawed at his hair. The sight alone of her sexy boyfriend in between her thighs made her shake. Eddie had nothing to be jealous of, but she'd play along if he continued to fuck her the way he was.

His mouth was brutal on her clit, sucking and biting. And his fingers moved at a rapid pace, he slipped in a third finger.

"Love feeling those rings inside of me," She moaned out. The sound of her tired voice and comment made Eddie's cock pulse. He used his free hand to add a little pressure on his jeans.

Eddie kept his fingers moving inside of her but pulled away his mouth. "Yeah? I bet pretty boy didn't wear rings and couldn't finger you this deep."

Y/N couldn't respond, all she could give was broken moans as she felt a build-up. She could hear how wet she was as Eddie's fingers moved in and out of her.

"I know that look, you ready to cum huh?" Eddie smirked, moving forward to suck harshly on her clit. He moaned as she gripped his hair even tighter, he found pleasure in the burning of his roots.

She let out a loud pornographic moan as her thighs clenched around his head. He kept sucking, not letting up as he felt her thighs shake around his head. Adding to the orgasm he slipped a fourth finger in, stretching her open.

"GOD" she screamed as she soaked his fingers. She moved her hips against his fingers and tongue as she shook from the aftermath of her orgasm. She rode it out until the feeling settled down.

Eddie softly kissed her clit, slipping out his fingers. He pressed kisses to her thighs before standing back up.

"Open" he demanded, but she was so fucked out she didn't hear a thing. Her head hung forward and her body still shook.

Eddie clenched his jaw and used his clean hand to grip her neck, forcing her head up. Her eyes were wide with lust as she looked at him. She loved when Eddie manhandled her, the way he forced her body to do what he wanted.

She opened her mouth, and Eddie smiled.

"Good girl," he cooed, then roughly shoved his wet fingers in her mouth. She gagged at first, his long fingers hitting her throat. She regained herself and started to suck his fingers clean. Once Eddie was satisfied he pulled his fingers out.

"I want you naked and on my bed, now," Eddie growled

Y/N slipped off the counter, her legs wobbly as she landed on her feet. She walked the best she could, Eddie landed a slap on her bare ass making her jump.

Eddie grabbed their clothes, not wanting Wayne to find them. He threw them in a ball in his bedroom as he walked in. Y/N flat on the bed as she looked at him.

She stared as he kicked off his pants, and then slipped off his boxers. She whimpered as his hard, red, and thick cock came into view. No matter how many times she had seen Eddie naked and in all his glory, he always took her breath away.

Eddie soaked in her attention, slightly blushing at the way she drooled over his cock. He smirked proudly as he walked forward, her eyes watched as he walked past her grabbing the handcuffs from his wall.

She sat silent as he grabbed her wrist, giving it a soft kiss before he cuffed her to the bed, Then he reached over and did her other wrist. He stepped back, hand on his cock as he softly rubbed himself as he looked at her. She was cuffed to his bed, all at his mercy.

Eddie crawled on the bed, enjoying the way her breathing picked up with excitement.

"You want more, huh?" Eddie asked, his hands rubbed the inside of her thighs, and she spread them open. He smiled at how obedient she was.

"You want this?" He asked, smacking his cock against her inner thigh

"Yes, please," she begged, the heat of his cock against her thigh making her brain fuzzy. She was so captivated by him and everything he did.

Eddie smiled at her manners. He placed his cock inside his folds, his cock flat against her clit. She whined in protest as he began to rub his cock against her, but not inside of her.

He rubbed himself against her, sighing at the relief. He loved watching his cock rub between her folds, she fit perfectly around him.

"Eddie, please," she whimpered

Eddie leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. Y/N moaned as she kissed him back. His right hand cupped her cheek, kissing her hard and deep as his cock rubbed against her.

He pulled back but kept his lips close to hers.

"One more before you get my cock in you, pretty girl."

Y/N cried against his lips but accepted it. She pressed her lips against his, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He hummed as she explored his mouth, loving the way she took some control.

The lazy make-out and the feeling of his cock rubbing against her clit had her stomach building again. Her hands yanked on the cuffs, craving to touch his skin. Eddie kept his tongue in her mouth as he reached down, he removed his cock and replaced it with his hand.

Ruthlessly rubbing her clit as she spazzed under him. He could hear the clink of the cuffs, and feel her body squirming. He pulled away from the kiss, a look in his eye that told her she better cum.

She arched her back as her second orgasm washed over her, stronger than the first.

Eddie was gentle as he rubbed her through it, waiting until she fell flat against the bed. He kissed up her arms, praising her.

He unhooked the cuffs, and her touch was on him in seconds. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she gripped him. Eddie gave her lips a few soft kisses, giving time for her body to relax.

Once she got her breath, it was ripped out of her lungs. Eddie pushed his cock fully inside of her, her walls tight around him as she choked out a cry.

"God you always feel so good," Eddie moaned, "nothing I love more than being inside you." His husky voice made Y/N claw at his shoulders. Why did everything this boy did turn her on?

She gasped as he fucked her hard, the bedframe smacking the wall as he puffed through his clenched teeth. He eyed her chest, loving the way her breasts moved with his thrusts.

"Who owns this pretty pussy?" Eddie asked, his left hand wrapped around her neck. She gasped as her breath was caught. His right hand gripped the headboard.

"Y-yours" she choked out through his grip. Her body was on fire and she could feel her skin glistened in sweat.

"Louder" he demanded, his cock hit the right spot. She cried out and he knew he hit the spot. He continued to hit that spot, angeling his hips.

"Yours," she said louder, his grip loosened and she took that time to refill her lungs. "All yours" she cried, tears in her eyes when his fingers touched her clit. Her clit burned, felt raw as he rubbed it with no mercy.

Eddie kept seeing that stupid look on Steve's face, pushing him to fuck her harder. He wasn't sure how much more his wall could take as the headboard began to chip away at the paint.

"That's it, baby. Squeeze me just like that" Eddie shivered as her pussy squeezed around him. She did a few times, each time pushing him further to exploding.

"Eddieeeee" she whined, her voice cracking as she choked on her sobs. She slapped his shoulder, trying to signal.

"You want to cum? Hm? Gonna be a whore and cum all over my cock?" He asked, his breath was hot as his words smacked her face. The smell of weed, sweat, and sex filled the room. She couldn't answer, just nodded as she felt her stomach snap.

Eddie hissed as her nails drew blood as she came. She clenched him so tight that he could barely move, he rubbed her clit to work her through it.

Y/N felt her body loosen, leaving Eddie's cock free to move. She thought he would slip out and give her a mini break in between, but she was wrong. The second Eddie's cock was free, he was pounding into her all over again.

"EDDIE I CAN'T" she cried, but no movement to push him away. Her cunt was used and abused. Begging for a break, but continued to welcome Eddie in.

"Yes, you can, just one more." He said through his teeth. Sweat was building under his bangs as he felt his own orgasm approaching. He slipped out of her for a second, flipping her on her stomach.

Her body was jelly as he gripped her hips and shoved her ass in the air. Her face was down against the sheets, screaming when his cock slammed back into her.

Eddie growled at the new sight, slapping down on her ass as he fucked her. He moaned with delight as her ass jiggled and turned red. He reached his arms forward, yanking her body up flat against his.

Her back arched as he pounded inside of her, his hands playing with her breasts. Gripping and tugging.

"Close, baby girl" Eddie warned, puffing as his balls smacked against her skin. He gripped her breasts as he felt his stomach getting ready to snap.

"Cum in me, make me yours. Fill me up, Eddie. Fill my whore pussy," she said, her dirty words affecting Eddie immediately as he emptied himself inside of her.

From the first three orgasms, Y/N's body was done. She had no control over what she felt. She didn't even know she needed to cum again until she felt herself squirting.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK" she screamed, her hips bucking forward, this caught Eddie's attention. He looked over her shoulder, watching as her squirt covered his pillows.

"Oh that's hot" he moaned, his hand instantly rubbing her clit. Making her squirt harder. He didn't mind the mess, he loved how much she covered his pillows. He gave a few sloppy thrusts, pushing his cum further inside of her.

"Done," she said, barely speaking as her voice was dead. She tapped Eddie's arm.

"Such a good girl, you did so good for me." He praised, slowly removing himself. He gently moved her body down away from the stained pillows, laying her on her back as her eyes drifted close.

"Love you," she mumbled. Eddie chuckled and pecked her lips.

"I love you," he said, he kissed every inch of her skin. Her breathing got deeper as she fell asleep.

Eddie slipped on clean boxers and began to clean her up. He couldn't help but stare as he covered her with a blanket. He had no idea how he got that lucky to be with her. And for her to be so in love with him.

Eddie took another look at his stained pillows, removing the cases so he could wash them. He smirked as he held them in his hands, wait until Steve heard about this.

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[adrienneleclerc]

Meet and Greet

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina Single Mom! Reader

Summary: Y/N takes her 4 year old daughter to the Canadian Grand Prix to meet her favorite driver, Charles Leclerc

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, inaccuracies involving F1

A/N: i Don’t know if there are properly organized meet and greets but I’ve seen some videos on TikTok where drivers are at a table and they are autographing things so

Y/N and her daughter Vidia were online to meet Charles Leclerc.

“Mami, how much longer?” Vidia whined

“Bebé, te quiero, but It’s a long line to meet him, okay. Just be patient.” Y/N said and Vidia groaned. “Do you want chips? I brought you chips.” Y/N said looking in her bag and pulling out a mini bag of lays, opening it for her.

“Yay!” Vidia said and grabbed the bag and started eating. Half an hour later, they are finally in front of Charles Leclerc. Vidia is shaking her mom’s hand in excitement.

“Well hello, little one, what is your name?” Charles asked the girl.

“Hi, my name is Vidia.” Vidia spoke softly. Charles smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you Vidia.” Charles said, signing his photo and he looked up to see Y/N. “And what is your name?”

“Oh I’m Y/N.” Y/N replied.

“She’s my Mami!” Vidia said.

“Really? And where are you guys from?” Charles asked.

“New York. We’re here on vacation with my parents.” Y/N said.

“That sounds like fun.” Charles said.

“Mami, can i take a picture with him?” Vidia asked, looking back at Y/N.

“You have to ask him, princesa.” Y/N said and Vidia looked back at Charles with wide eyes.

“Yes, we can take a picture.” Charles said. “Is it okay if I carry her?”

“By all means go ahead, it will make her day.” Y/N said and Charles carried Vidia and Y/N snaps the picture. “Thank you so much, Charles.” Y/N said as Charles puts Vidia down and Vidia went to hold Y/N’s hand. “Good luck in practice.” Y/N was about to walk away when Charles stopped her.

“How about you guy stay at the Ferrari hospitality, I could give you passes.” Charles said.

“Yes! Di que sí mami, porfis.” Vidia begged Y/N.

“Ay vidia, espera. Charles, you Don’t have to do that.” Y/N said.

“But I want to. Anything for the cutest Ferrari fan.” Charles said squatting down to Vidia’s level. “What do you say, Vidia? Think you can convince your mom to go to the hospitality?”

“Mami, please, please, please, please, please, please.” Vidia begged.

“Okay, okay, we’ll go to the Ferrari hospitality.” Y/N said.

“Yes!” Vidia exclaimed. Charles went to Fred and he gave Charles 2 passes. Charles put the pass on Vidia and on Y/N

“There you go, I’ll meet you guys there.” Charles said. “Fred, can you show them to the hospitality?”

“Sure thing, follow me.” Fred said and he led the Y/N and Vidia to the hospitality where there is a couch, TV, and a little kitchen with food.

Carlos stared at Charles while he was signing things.

“What mate?” Charles asked.

“You like her.” Carlos teased.

“Do not.” Charles said.

“Cabrón, you’re a nice guy, but you are not that nice to give two people passes and say they can hang at the hospitality. You’re trying to get some Milf action.” Carlos said laughing.

“You are so vulgar.” Charles said.

“But you didn’t deny it. The mom is gorgeous thiugh, you should go for it, you haven’t dated anyone since Charlotte.” Carlos said.

“I don’t want her to think I’m being nice just to get in her pants.” Charles said.

“Aren’t you?” Carlos said.

“No! They came all the way from New York, I might as well give Vidia a good time at the Grand Prix.” Charles said.

“Okay then.” Carlos dropped the subject

Vidia was enjoying the hospitality, eating chicken fingers and French fries with her mom as Y/N called her dad.

“Hola papi. Sí, estoy con la niña en el hospitality de Ferrari, muy lindo por cierto. No sé cuánto nos vamos a demorar. Según esto, la segunda práctica termina a las 6 de la noche, pero luego hay las entrevistas con los pilotos y como Charles Leclerc nos dio los pases, no sé cuándo regresamos al hotel. Sí papi, estamos bien. Te marco luego, bye.” Y/N hung up on her dad. When she hung up, she saw Charles entering the hospitality.

“Charles!” Vidia said, getting off the chair to hug Charles. Charles hugged her back.

“Hello Vidia, how are you liking the hospitality?” Charles asked squatting down.

“The food is good.” Vidia said and Charles laughed.

“Yeah I bet it is, you were in line for a long time, you must have been hungry.” Charles said.

“Yeah, but mami carries chips in her bag.” Vidia said.

“Does she now?” Charles asked and Y/N got up to talk to them.

“Vidia hates waiting in line so I always carry snacks for her.” Y/N said and Vidia nodded.

“I hate waiting in line too, I get so bored.” Charles said and Vidia laughed. Charles stood up. “So why couldn’t your husband be with you today?” ‘Subtle, Charles’ he scolded himself in his mind.

“Ah, Vidia’s father is not in the picture.” Y/N said.

“How come?” Charles asked. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Nah it’s fine. He relinquished his parental rights, he said he wasn’t fit to be a father and he’s right.” Y/N said.

“Well practice doesn’t start for another hour, so you want to see the car?” Charles asked Vidia and she was jumping in excitement.

“Are you sure that’s allowed?” Y/N asked.

“I’ve done it before.” Charles said and they walked to the garage where the car was and Vidia was ecstatic, bouncing off the walls in excitement.

“Mami, mami, Can i please get in the car?” Vidia asked with wide eyes.

“Ask Charles, princesa, It’s his after all.” Y/N said and now Vidia gave charles puppy dog eyes.

“Sure thing, princess.” Charles said, lifting Vidia to place her in the car and he started showing her all the buttons on the wheel and what they do. “So Vidia, how did a little princess like you get into formula 1?”

“Mi abuelo! He’s a big fan of Fernando Alonso. Verdad que sí, mami?” Vidia asked.

“Yeah, my dad got me into racing when I was about Vidia’s age, watching Fernando Alonso race with Jenson Button. Obviously we are cheering for Checo too, but..” Y/N trailed off.

“You’re our favorite!” Vidia exclaimed.

“Really?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, really. I showed her your 2019 Monza race.” Y/N admitted.

“He won in Spa! He wins in Monza!” Vidia shouted in her best announcer voice and Charles just smiled and laughed, it was absolutely adorable having such a young fan.

“That’s was very good, Vidia, maybe you could be a commentator for Sky Sports.” Charles said.

“Maybe.” Vidia said. Charles helped Vidia out of the car and she ran to the couch to sit and look around.

“Thank you for this, Charles, she will probably talk about this when we see my dad.” Y/N said.

“How about I take you two somewhere after free practice.” Charles offered.

“Why would you do that for people you don’t even know?” Y/N asked.

“Is it so wrong to get to know a fan and her beautiful mom?” Charles asked flirtatiously.

“I guess not if you are really interested and not just looking to get your dick wet.” Y/N said and Charles put his hand on his chest.

“I would never, I don’t believe in one night stands, I’m a relationship guy.” Charles said.

“This isn’t PR?” Y/N asked.

“Just a guy really interested in a girl and wants to get to know her.” Charles said.

“I guess we have a date after free practice, with Vidia of course.” Y/N said.

“Even better!” Charles said looking back at Vidia who is snacking on Y/N’s purse chips.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! I’ve seen fanfics where Y/N is a mom but it’s always to a son, never a daughter, so I gave y’all a daughter.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - So Many GREAT Kisses!

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

(Please notice I am now using 6 dots in all ellipses because according to Taiwanese BL that's how we queers roll. Who am I to argue?)

Sept 2024 Week 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 2 of 12 - A most excellent glow up. And it’s still a great show. And I cannot wait to see the many different faces of War. Bring on the Leverage of One action-packed mess. I'm waiting.  

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) ep 9 of 12 - I’m gonna say this because it drives me crazy. Why are boys in BL, when out and about the countryside, always dressed inappropriately for Thailand? If it’s hot, takeoff your damn jacket. I don’t mean to be crass or crazy or whatever. But don’t wear a jacket when it’s 90° with 90% humidity. In Thailand, jackets are for malls. Meanwhile, I’m an extrovert and that still seemed like an exhausting trip. Although, I suppose they didn’t show all the drive time in the van, when everyone is asleep.

Meanwhile, why are the sides so frustrating in this show? Authentic friends-to-lovers is always a slog. Finally a kiss! And a decent one.

New character? Aw! Hi Yu!!!! Gosh Putter is so cute.

Where were we? Oh yes, Beer is now heartbroken. Always the great fear in F2L that the friendship will be destroyed as a result. And it’s a decent fear. 

On a completely different note, I cannot help but wonder when somebody’s chue len is Beer, if that is because beer was involved in their conception. Like, it’s the name you give your "oops baby" from that drunken night at the club. Don’t mind me. I’m just over here in the corner being crass.

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 8 of 12 - That was one of the cutest wake up sequences ever depicted. Utterly adorable. And now he’s blind again? Oh my God this is such a soap opera, I can’t even. Meanwhile, wicked ice prince finally made his move. Gah! Why aren’t we getting more of this couple? I always love the sides best with this production house.

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 10 of 12 - I love a hard fraught game of badminton. Even though we actually didn’t see play. YoIng claiming was so cute!!! And their shower kiss was v hot. Yay little show! Also cute use of the punishment trope!

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 3 of 12 - The weight upon the shoulders of our idiot good guy kidnapper continues to pile up. So does the affection. The dude playing Q has sanpaku eyes. Cool. He’s not a particularly good actor though. Rough because everyone around him is giving their very best.

The problem is. I'm noticing. I shouldn't be noticing all the talent trying so hard. That usually means there is something wrong with the story, or there was something wrong on the set.

I don't know what to say at this juncture except I have the sinking suspicion this might not actually be a good show. (Covers head and cowers. Don't hate me.) I'd loved to be proved wrong, but my faith is GMMTV is only about 50% these days. And it probably should be lower.

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 6 of 10 - I was so confused by how we suddenly got on a trip together, that I went back and re-watched the previous installment. And it still isn’t explained. So I have no idea why our leads are on a trip but apparently that’s the next trope to hit. I also have no idea how they're suddenly boyfriends. I’m just generally confused by this episode. It’s like an alt reality. We skipped over all of the stuff where they actually got into a relationship. In general I wasn’t wild about this episode.

The Trainee (Sun YT) ep 12fin - The most realistic thing about this show is that everybody is everybody else’s ex on any given set. I feel that in my bones. Or do I mean boner?

Frankly, both actors look better after a glow up and I guess pretending to be more their actual ages suits them? Considering what was actually done to invoke youth (a lot of the shine and gloss) aging them was an anti-glow up. A great mattification? Well...... this was a somewhat lackluster finale. (Thank you, thank you, the pun was unplanned. It's a gift.)

I don’t know. I guess I wanted to see Jane suffer? Work HARD to get the kid he abandoned back? I would’ve liked to have seen Ryan a little bit more competent and capable and his job. Maybe dating someone else. But I also do not want any more episodes. This was more than enough. So instead no separation, just boyfriends and a montage of their lives together, getting new and better jobs, moving in together, being supportive and sweet, etc... LOOK: It’s never a good sign when I immediately want to rewrite the show that I just saw.

In conclusion:

A story about a group of interns at a commercial video production company. While I genuinely love OffGun, I’m not convinced this was a good vehicle for them. Is it terrible for me to say, I miss their PickRome days? I don’t think they’ve ever had rolls that suited them better. Still, theirs was the best storyline in this ensemble piece masquerading as a BL, although they still fumbled the ending. Thus, I enjoyed about a 1/3 of it as much as possible, and 2/3 of it less than conceivable. 7/10 and I seriously considered dropping it to a 6/10 so don't push me.

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 1 of 15 - Not gonna lie I was very skeptical. But I like it fine. Better than I expected because it’s been changed just enough. But it does need to stay changed. I don’t know what I’m trying to articulate here but…... I guess we’ll see.

Live in Love (Sun Gaga) ep 3 of 5 - It’s cute in a weird disjointed way. I’m enjoying it enough, I guess. I do like how forthright and direct Kla is. 

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Ah. Bully romance. My old frenemy. Of course making this office based means +10 for workplace harassment. Well well well. This will be red flag party town I see. How VERY old school yaoi. It’s all very Cdrama CEO = dudes in suits walking on parquet (minus all the gay sex of course.) The jumping around between times and unfinished scenes is very strange. Is this Starhunter chaos only applied to a timeline?

Imma say this so they hear it at the back. YOU HAVE TO CHANGE THE HAIR. If you do time jumps: change. the. hair. It's the easiest and best clue if you aren't going to apply a filter or other cinematography tricks. JUST CHANGE THE DAMN HAIR STYLE.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

The On1y One (Taiwan Thurs Gaga) eps 9-10 of 12 - And now we all start using six dots in our……? A new coded way to indicate that one is into BL? I did think we were in a slight mire with ep 9, too much teacher filler. Not enough time spent with our boys. Meanwhile, sports day. Pouty Baby utilizing the power of Ge, in front of all of the classmates who do not realize how hard he is flirting and activating babygirl = one of the greatest things ever to happen on my screen. Essentially this was a version of the claiming trope, only nobody knew it but the two of them. Fucking genius. Yes, I watched it multiple times. Then babygirl is injured, the carrying and the flirting!!!! Gah!

I don’t mean to trivialize the show, but this is me and I can trivialize everything even something as brilliant as this. But that conversation about history at the beginning of ep 10...... Was that about topping and bottoming? Because it sure seemed that way.

And then...... Possibly the best only one bed trope twist ever?

This show is so fucking amazing.

And I am so worried about the end.

Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 7 of 10 - I love the kinkyness of our baby boy’s fantasy. Where he is the gift and his boyfriend is in uniform. Very nice. Thank you Japan. Never one to let kinky dogs lie. Also, the premise continues: one half thinks that they are already boyfriends and acts like it, and the other half is still trying to become a boyfriend. It’s absurd in that way that only Japanese miscommunication extraordinaire can be absurd. Also could Kyosuke be any more under his boy’s thumb? 

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 1-2 of 10 eps - Shiba is a top lawyer, angular aggressive bespectacled workaholic cat-type (Kitten? Babygirl? Tsundere? Some unholy combination of all 3?) I am reminded I should be more considerate of my potted plants. OMG the teasing and the little tongue sticking out. Haruto is such a flirt. I love this dynamic. What fun! Manic pixie dream boy but MAKE HIM EVIL! Or very high? Or a grifter? I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. But I’m enjoying it. It’s very...... very

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) ep 7 of 12 - Oh! Good kiss. Smart to have the younger character initiate. I also like that he put a stop to it and then went and had a long conversation with a friend about it. Cautious boy. Also shows how in control of the situation Sea is becoming. It works for this BL since he has the stronger personality. I don't care what the characters say, this is about Sea becoming a rock for Neil.

But the secondary couple is actually winning this show. I want so much more of them. 

Seoul Blues (Korea Fri? YouTube) ep 8fin - I’m not sure that blackmailing and entrapment, especially of your ex, necessarily justifies cheating. Plus I never like it when it’s gays against gays. But what did I expect from this show? This whole series was basically Korea’s version of messy gay. If you liked Only Friends you’ll probably enjoy this bullshit. And they were quite pretty. I, however, am monumentally displeased. 4/10 FATALLY FLAWED but still, basically, BL, however…... do we want to support this kind of behavior?

KOREA PLEASE GIVE US A NEW PROPER BL!! WHERE ARE YOU? WE ARE SAD AND LOST WITHOUT YOU.

It's like now they discovered boys can kiss they can't be happy.

It's airing but...

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai being converted into a café. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.

Happy of the End (Japan Tues Gaga) - A boy is disowned for being gay, dumped by his boyfriend, and ends up in a dysfunctional co-dependant relationship with his would-be kidnapper. We were due for another messy JBL and it's exactly as expected. I do not like it at all. And ya know what? There is plenty airing. DNF 

In case you missed it

I FINISHED Meet You at the Blossom (China). I ate crow, binged the fucker, and live blogged the experience. I enjoyed it a lot and got quite witty (I think) there are also puns (warning). But if you don't wanna slog though it, here are my final thoughts:

This was undeniably a wuxia and most definitely a BL. Evil stunning princely Cheekbones meets and falls in love with the bisexual disaster Dimples of his dreams. There’s a lot of floaty fighting, tangled plot, and overworked emotions. From start to finish it is exactly as it claims to be, including more than the expected amount of sexual claiming (dubious conscent to the point of rape). I’m not wild about the wuxia genre, but I will tell you what I do like: Very pretty men in flowing robes + eye makeup + hair ribbons wafting about stabbing and kissing each other plus ridiculous soap opera machinations. I also like cheekbones and dimples. AND I love a stupid gay sleeve, okay? There was also truly epic levels of stink-eye, and that too is to be lauded. This show left me grinning like crazy. Was it great? Not really, but it was a great experience and I enjoyed it immensely. 8/10

4 Minutes (Gaga) Ended - Spies reported in to say the ending was not-exactly-unhappy and mostly lackluster. I'm torn over whether to watch. My natural disinclination to binge, meets my dissatisfaction with wishy-washy, is going up against my love of high heat and pretty men. Oh the age old struggle between art and lust.

Mitsuya-sensei no keimakutekina ezuke finished and it’s reported to be solid. Age gap treated with respect. I'm curious, so I'll check it out if I can get hold of non-G-drive subs.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Still Coming Sept 2024:

9/28 Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YouTube) ?? eps - oh I don't know just Ba Vinh doing his thing with pretty boys again.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I love love love this execution of the punishment trope. What's Ai going to do to you, Yu? Ride you to death?

I Saw You in My Dream indeed.

Sigh. This show. (Addicted Heroin)

All praise one of BL's best-in-show glow-ups. Nicely done, Jack.

James, on the other hand. Never needs a glow-up. Still the prettiest. Has been since Oxygen. (Battle of the Writers)

He's playing the role of Saint in this show, thank you very much. Speaking of which, wouldn’t that be just the most gorgeous pairing in the entire universe? Saint and James? I’ll be in my bunk. 

Taiwan giving us a boop! Reminds me of Be Loved In House I Do, right up there with TharnType as chronic boopers.

Why is he SO GOOD in this show?

All Frist Note.

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many at-ings.

[lust4life01]

Hello there! Could you please write a Gregory House smut with a fem reader? I'm good with anything, maybe with a little exhibitionism with Wilson? Anything really, would love a dark House. Thanks!

Hello!! Sorry I took so long to reply <3 I think this is pretty dark but I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted lmao. I havent really written anything dark yet.

Let me put on a show.

(Warnings)18+!! Exhibitionism,almost prositition,smut,older man x younger woman, praise, being watched, darkish smut.

Pairing: Greg House x f/reader x James Wilson

You and Greg had been seeing each other for a little while, not necessarily in secret but private would suit the situation better. This was purely under your conditions as you didn’t want people to assume you were just fucking him to do well within your job or to have some sort of advantage. The only advantage you cared about was the advantage of fucking him almost every night. House on the other hand, he had been itching to brag about his new little toy he could play with, but under your wishes he resisted. Well for a little while. His main focus was keeping you happy, if you were happy he was definitely going be happy.

Despite this, it was clear to everyone around House that he was seeing someone as he was less of a jackass than usual and just seemed even more smug than usual. Which nobody thouht was possible.

“House, come on, I’m your best friend.” Wilson badgered on as him and house sat in the canteen.

In response to this House childishly grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them into his mouth.

“sorwy, moufs kinda full.” He attempted to say, the fries smooshed, breaking his speech.

Wilson rolled his eyes, desperate to know who had been fucking his best friend.

“I don’t understand why you won’t tell me.” He threw his hands up in annoyance.

House continued to stare at him with a blank expression, clearly trying to wind Wilson up.

“I’ll buy you a drink after work if you tell me.”

House tapped his face with his finger mockily pretending to think before answering, “um no.”

Wilson who was almost defeated but also driven by curiosity let out a sigh. “$100.”

Houses face lit up as Wilson placed the note in the table.

“Sold. Thank you sir” House happily snatched the note from the table and shoved it into his pocket.

“Alright fess up. How’s been ya know…” Wilson asked eagerly

“Emptying my balls?”

Wilson scoffed in disgust but nodded his head.

“The babe with sexy eyes, ya know the one working down in the maternity ward.”

Wilson cocked his eyebrow, clearly needing more information.

House rolled his eyes. “The one with (your hair colour) and she’s about yay high. Nice legs”

Wilson thought for a minute before a puzzles looked crossed his face. “Wait. You don’t mean (y,n?)

House smirked “thats the one.”

Wilson let out a loud laugh. “Yeah okay House. And I’m fucking Jennifer Aniston. Seriously tell me. I just gave you $100.”

House looked Wilson up and down in offence. “What you don’t believe me?”

“No. Of course I don’t. You’re a handsome guy House but a girl like that gets fucked by men like Chase.”

“My mature and stern demeanour clearly turns her on. Plus I told her Chase was gay."

“If you seriously don’t believe come to mine at 8pm sharp. Trust me you’ll believe me then.”

Wilson looked at him skeptically but nodded. Wilson wasn’t all hearts and rainbows, despite him not believing House, the thought of seeing you with your mouth open contorted in pleasure was worth the risk of being scammed by House.

———————————————————————---------------

You were stood in Houses kitchen, trying to decide what the two of you should eat.

“Ugh, you can’t have soup again (y,n)” House moaned.

“Why not? It’s tasty, easy and quick.” You shrugged.

House moved in front of you, trapping you between him and the counter and looking down at you.

“That’s funny. I remember you liking it long and hard.”

You scoffed at him, not breaking eye contact.

“Screw the food, I’m hungry for something else.”

He bent down and attached your lips hungrily.

You made out as you slowly walked over to the couch, being mindful of his leg.

You pushed him, his back hitting the armrest of the couch and you gently straddled him.

“Is this okay?” You ask sweetly as you lightly bit his neck.

“Perfect.”

House grabbed your hair into a make shift pony tail and brought your lips to his.

As your lips were glued to one another’s House took the time to peer over at the clock which read 7:55pm.

He slowly undressed you, taking off your top and admiring the way your tits sat in your bra.

“Fuck so pretty.”

He unclip your bra with one hand and it wasn’t just his smile that grew bigger.

“Even prettier.” He smirked, looking at your exposed chest.

You giggled and started to take off Houses shirt as he slipped his fingers under your skirt and panties.

“Mhm nice and soaked for me baby, good girl.”

He circled your clit with his two large fingers and you practically cried out, desperate for more. You started to grin onto his hand and let out a pathetic whimper.

House looked back over to the clock- 7:59pm-

Show time.

He unbuttoned his jeans and waisted no time in entering you. It was sudden, he didn’t even take off your skirt or panties, just moved them to the side.

You let out a pornographic moan as he push up into you so suddenly and started to bounce up and down, your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung open.

“Say my name baby.” House ordered you. Knowing he wanted Wilson to know exactly who was making you feel this good. He wanted Wilson to know he was in fact the one who could make you cum whenever he decided to.

It was exactly 8pm as Wilson stood outside House's apartment door. He was hesitant to enter. He could hear the sounds of two bodies slamming against one another and the chants of his best friends name over and over.

Fuck the idea of seeing you on the verge of cuming made his blood rush to his pants.

He open the door carefully, the sounds of you already becoming louder.

House heard the door and circled his fingers around your clit in hopes you would become louder.

Now Wilson could see you in all your glory. Your face contorted in pure pleasure.

“Fuck. House gonna cum. You fuck me so good.” you whined.

Wilson stared with his mouth agape completely in awe of the way your body moved and the sounds that graced your lips. He felt like such a creep, but he couldn’t stop watching.

“Cum for me baby” House grunted out whilst peering over at Wilson.

Your head jolted back, exposing the veins in your neck as you reached your peak. You let out a pathetic whimper as House continued to fuck your overstimulated cunt.

Wilson couldn’t bear it any longer. He swiftly made his way out of the apartment completely horny and with an overwhelming feeling of guilt. Little did he know, you knew all about this little arrangement.

House had told you before hand and showed you the crisp $100 dollar bill he’d received if you put on your best show. You were hesitant at first, but your were a broke trainee and $100 is $100. You could put on a show. Make the dirtiest moans you could.

Once House pulled out of you, you both stared at each other and began to laugh.

“Well how was I?” You asked, feeling pretty proud of the performance you just put on.

“Excellent. You could be a real porn star.” He smiled at you.

“How do you know I’m not” you cocked an eyebrow.

“ I would have seen it by now.” he mocked

You both laughed and sat for a while.

“Okay on a real note I am actually very hungry can we get food now please?” You whined as you began to dress again.

“After that show, how could I refuse” House grabbed the $100 and placed it into your bra.

[kteezy997]

Ohhhhh my god I need daddy’s boy part 5 rn

Daddy’s Boy- Part Five//t.c.

You and Timothée didn’t speak of the kiss, or the fact that you had initiated it.

But the looks you shared weren’t the looks of two people that were only co-parenting. There was something more there, you both knew it, without saying.

When the day of Theo's checkup came, Timmy took him to the doctor's office. You were worried about Timmy becoming overwhelmed if Theo started to behave badly. But you also trusted him to know how to handle it.

.......

"I don't like going to the doctor, Daddy." Theo whined softly, pouty face on.

"I know, buddy. Most people don't. But it's something we have to do to make sure we are nice and healthy." Timmy assured his son, placing his hand on the boy's head, rubbing his scalp. "It will be over before you know it. You just have to brave and be a good boy for the doctor. He's here to take care of you, you know that right?"

Theo shrugged, "Yeah, I guess so."

The nurse called Theo's name and the two boys went to the exam room together. Theo squirmed a little bit when the doctor checked his heart and lungs with the dreaded cold stethoscope, but he didn't cry, he didn't make a sound. He didn't protest when the tongue depressor was inserted in his mouth either.

"What a good boy you are today, Mr. Theo." said the doctor, patting him on the head as he finished the exam.

........

You hadn't heard anything from Timmy after the appointment, so you assumed everything went swimmingly, and Theo didn't give him any trouble. You got home and you received a text from Timmy saying he and Theo were headed to your place with McDonald's for dinner.

"Hi, Momma!" your baby boy called out to you as the front door opened and he ran into your arms.

"Hey, my little love!" you gave him a squeeze, lifting him into your arms. "How did it go at the doctor today? Were you good with Dad?"

"It was fine, Momma. Doctor said I am healthy." Theo declared, giving you a thumbs up and a silly grin.

"That's great." you said, kissing him on the cheek.

Timmy came in, carry the brown paper fast food bags in hand. "Yeah, he was really brave. I told him I was really proud of him.” He was beaming over his son.

"Theo, you wanna help your Dad take the food out of the bags?"

"Uh-huh." Theo said, nodding. You let him back down and he followed Timmy to the kitchen, and they unpacked the burgers, chicken nuggets, and fries together.

You joined them, saying, "I'm surprised that he was so good. He usually makes a fuss at the doctors. Maybe he is maturing."

"Yeah," Timmy said, "he's our mature little three-year-old." he chuckled.

Damn, our little three-year-old. The way he would say these simple things, to affirm that you and he were in this parenting thing together. He warmed your heart, especially since not too long ago, you didn't think you'd ever see Timmy again, let alone have him in Theo’s life. Not only did your heart swell, but you felt absolute feral attraction for Timmy.

…….

As you finished eating, you said, “So I was thinking we all could watch a movie together?” looking at Timmy, “I mean, if you can stay.” you smiled softly.

Timmy’s eyes lit up, “Yeah, of course I can stay.”

“Yay! Movie night!” Theo cheered, “Can I have popcorn and candy?”

You giggled, “Sure you can. But we’ll go easy on the candy though, buddy. Don’t need you to be up all night with a sugar rush.”

“Fine.” Theo sighed, “What we watching?” the little one scrunched his nose as he looked at you.

“Well, I was thinking we would watch one of Daddy’s movies?” you looked at Timmy again, grinning.

“Ooh, yes, I’d love to watch Wonka with him.” Timmy said, his smile wide as could be. “Has he seen it yet?” he asked you.

“A new Willy Wonka movie?!” Theo piped up, all excited, “I love Willy Wonka! He lives in a candy factory!”

You thought you saw Timmy blush.

“In the new movie your Daddy plays Willy Wonka.” you said, raising your eyebrows at your son, awaiting his response.

Theo gasped, “For real?” he looked over at Timmy. “You got to play Willy Wonka, Dad? That’s so cool! I wanna watch it! Can we? Can we?” he tapped his hands on the table, so anxiously excited, he could barely control it.

“Yes, we will. Why don’t we get you a bath and into your pjs first. And while we’re doing that, Daddy can get the popcorn and drinks ready?” you touched Timmy’s wrist, looking at him.

Timmy looked at your hand on his, then looked up at you, a soft gaze in his eyes, “I’d love to.”

........

Theo didn't care that his hair was still damp, he had no time to waste when it was movie night with both of his parents, and he would even get to see his dad act in a movie. He hadn't forgotten his Daddy's job. The boy was in absolute heaven.

He wore his batman pajamas and sat between mom and dad on the couch with the bowl of buttery popcorn, made special by dad, in his lap. Mom held onto his chocolate coated candies.

He was enamored as soon as Timmy came onto the screen as Willy, singing Hatful of Dreams. "Dad! Look! It's you!" he exclaimed, looking over at Timmy briefly.

Timmy grinned widely, nodding and chuckling at his little boy's excitement.

..........

"It was so good!" Theo said after the movie was over, "Can I watch it again tomorrow, Mom?" He looked up at you with pleading green eyes.

"Sure, if you want to, buddy. But for now, it's bedtime, okay?"

"No!" he cried.

"Hey, don't talk to your mom like that." warned Timmy, "Come on, Theo, I'll tuck you in and read you a story if you want me to."

"NO! I don't wanna go to bed." The three-year-old wailed and started to tear up, "I don't want you to leave, Daddy!" He then threw himself against Timmy, wrapping his arms tightly around his father's legs.

Timmy leaned over slightly, holding onto his son's back, and looked up at you.

Now, at least Timmy would know how Theo acts if he stays up too late, you thought. But maybe that wasn’t what was happening here.

"Theo, it's okay, Dad's not leaving yet. He's going to put you to bed." you tried your best to soothe your little boy. You and Timmy tried to understand why he was so upset.

"I don't want him to go! Want him to stay at my house." he cried against the fabric of Timmy's pants, you heard him sniffle.

"Do you want to have a sleepover, buddy? I'll spend the night, okay?" Timmy said, looking down at Theo then up at you. "If Mommy says it's alright."

"Yeah, of course it's okay." you said, almost too quickly. Who wanted him to sleep over more, you or Theo?

"Really?" Theo pulled away from Timmy's legs, wiping his eyes. "Daddy can stay?"

"Yes, now stop crying, alright? Dad's gonna take you to bed and read whatever book you want."

"Okay." the boy hummed, sniffling.

Timmy took his son's hand, leading him to his room, he looked back at you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You suddenly realized how close they had gotten. How dependent Theo was on Timmy, how he would always want him near. You were beginning to have those same feelings. The love you had for Timmy had never gone away. It was such a warm and cozy feeling, being a family.

……

You went to bed as usual, thinking that after Theo went to sleep, Timmy would just go home or maybe crash on your couch. You lay there and kept thinking about what would happen if you went to check on him in the living room, if it would be strange to ask him to come and sleep next to you.

You definitely didn't expect Timmy to make his own way into your room.

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[screamingintothestarss]

wildflowers (part i)

pairing: fratboy!hunter x fem!reader

rating: 17+ (mature)

chapter warnings: starwars university!au, use of she/her pronouns, strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining, miscommunication (yay!), brief mentions of sexual activity, hurt no comfort???, swearing

word count: 1.6k

notes: the new bad batch comic coming out has me fiending so i finished this at work hauhauahahhuaha. part one of this little mini series thing i wanna do for bandana (this man is holding me hostage do not send help)

chapters: i ii iii

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fratboy!Hunter who can't keep his eyes off you, the new girl, your pretty figure making its way through campus. 

fratboy!Hunter who's sitting with his brothers outside for lunch, forgoing his meal just to stare at you. Wrecker starts picking off of his plate as Crosshair gives him his signature smirk. Tech's nose is glued to his datapad, and Echo gives Hunter a look. 

fratboy!Hunter who's currently being scolded by Echo on the ethics of staring, and he starts to feel a little bad. He chalks it up as another crush–an ideal, something to keep his mind busy at night. 

fratboy!Hunter who finds himself still thinking about you while talking to other girls. Sure they were kind, smart, and stunning, but there was just something about you. A cute Twi'lek has his attention, her cerulean skin and violet eyes captivating, but he finds his mind swimming in the rosy waters of you; the slope of your nose, the planes of your cheeks, the way your lips curve up into a little smile when you pass each other in the walkway–fuck. 

fratboy!Hunter who now sits next to you in some calculus lecture since you'd switched your schedule around. He's nervous, that feeling buzzing around in his nerves all hot and angry. Did he smile okay? Was there anything in his teeth? Is he in your personal space? Did you prefer the left armrest or the right one? Was he sweating? Was he your type?

fratboy!Hunter who gets along with you in class, cracking jokes and telling you stories about his siblings that have you doubling over. He learns that you transferred from a different university, not caring for the atmosphere there. He offers to be your guide, showing you the best places to eat, study, or just hang out. You're grateful, thinking it'll help you feel like you're standing on two feet.

fratboy!Hunter who takes you to his favorite joint on campus, a deli tucked away from the main commotion. Hidden and most importantly quiet, you learn that Hunter isn't one for loud crowds for long periods, something about his senses. You're munching on fries; he'd insisted on paying for your meal despite your protests. You take a break from your plate to peer up at him, only to find that he's already staring at you. 

fratboy!Hunter who flushes, red bleeding onto tan skin and nerves set ablaze. You find yourself staring back, getting lost in dark eyes and even darker locs. His face reminds you of that one sculpture you saw in your art class, chiseled to smooth perfection. Maker, was he always this gorgeous? Shyness creeps up the back of your spine, and you shift in the booth.

"We should get to class-" 

"R-right..."

fratboy!Hunter who's paired with you for some pointless calculus project. His head is already filled with you, and he thinks if he adds any more integrals and derivatives to the mix, he might spill over. At least he's got a good partner. 

fratboy!Hunter who invites you over to his apartment to work on the project. You thought he'd stay in the fraternity dorms, but he explained that he preferred to be with all his siblings. It was nice, really nice actually. Not necessarily something out of Coruscant's Architectural Digest, but it's spacious and clearly lived in; it feels like home. 

fratboy!Hunter who grabs your arm as you nearly fall out of your chair from the booming voice beating down the door. 

fratboy!Hunter who introduces you to his brothers, and the one you now know as Wrecker gives him a not-so-subtle wink and nudge. 

"You really know how to choose 'em, don't ya?"

Hunter shoots him a lethal glare, and Wrecker laughs and sets a heavy hand on your shoulder, telling you that Hunter's a good guy.

fratboy!Hunter whose heart flips around in his ribs at the sight of you and his sister Omega getting acquainted. She takes to you so easily, and you're so gentle with her, entertaining her myriad of questions and stories with your full attention.

fratboy!Hunter who watches you get along with the rest of his brothers, even joining in for a movie night. You said that you didn't want to intrude, but he assured you your presence was more than wanted. 

fratboy!Hunter who drops you off at your dorm, a question prodding at his mouth. 

"Would you like to go-?" he stops, and the way you turn around and look at him knocks him square on his heels. 

Shit.

"Did…did you want to come over tomorrow to finish up the project?"

It's too soon, he figures.

fratboy!Hunter who waves back at a group of girls that giggle in return, subtly stealing looks at his figure. You try not to turn your nose up, a bitter feeling settling in your gut. Wrecker's words from yesterday settle in your skull, and you think they’re about to give you a headache. 

"You really know how to choose 'em, don't ya?"

Was that what you were? A number? Another notch on his bed frame?

Your mood falls, and Hunter quickly picks up on your discomfort.

"Hey, you okay?" 

"M'fine." It's short–curt. You'd never been that way with him before. He looks at you, and the realization hits.

"It's not like that, I promise-"

"It's fine Hunter, really."

You're being unfair, you think. He didn't owe you anything; he could do whatever the hell he wanted as far as you were concerned. So why does it make you so uncomfortable? 

You don't actually like him, do you?

fratboy!Hunter who explains to you over a bowl of ramen that he's not what you think he is, and you can tell he's being sincere, but that sour feeling tugs at you like a loose thread. 

fratboy!Hunter who's getting dangerously close to you on the dinner table, the notes from your project spread out over its surface. It's like you're pulling him in, and you feel it too, then you're both getting closer and closer and closer-

"Ahem."

Hunter jumps, and you let out a soft gasp at Tech's sudden intrusion. 

"Apologies, but it appears I have left my thermos on the table, and I have returned to retrieve it." 

Hunter groans, and you stifle a laugh.

fratboy!Hunter who's relieved you received an A on the project–many thanks to Tech–but deflates at the thought of not having you around as often. He fiddles around with his comlink, debating whether to ask you the question that's been picking at his lips for two weeks now.

fratboy!Hunter who decides on the safer, less terrifying option and invites you to one of his frat parties on campus. 

fratboy!Hunter who's standing in the mirror longer than usual, sweeping dark locs in ten different directions trying to figure out the one you’d like the most. He shrugs on a jacket–the one you complimented him on–and gets ready to head out. 

“You must really like her,” Omega calls out to him from the kitchen.

He laughs through his nose, “She’s just a-”

“If you say ‘friend’, I’m going to throw up”, she snarks.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“It’s Friday! Echo says I get an extra two hours.”

fratboy!Hunter who’s waiting for you to arrive over a pumping mass of bodies and thumping music, regretting not asking you out somewhere quieter, but he didn’t want it to feel too personal–too intimate…did he?

fratboy!Hunter who misses when you walk in, caught up in a conversation with another girl. She’s laughing at something he’s saying, a dainty pink hand on his arm. 

~~~

“So…” she sings, and it's sweet and tempting flowing through glossy lips. “You seeing anyone?”

He bristles, and it’s abnormal for him. Usually, it’d be a smooth “Only if you are, babe” or an “I could be”. It was non-committal, heavy and flirtatious; nothing of importance came out of it. Maybe a tangle in the sheets or two…or three.

“You okay?” she asks, pretty little head cocking to the side. 

“Ah–yeah, fine. I’m fine,” he laughs it off, but he’s unable to keep up that air of coolness when he’s yearning for your heat.

She’s staring at him, sparkling brown eyes meeting his own, and he realizes he hasn’t answered her question. 

“It’s uh, complicated,” he tells her, rubbing the back of his neck. He knows it’s bullshit, but he can’t put a name on what the both of you have, or if there’s even anything to put a name on. 

“How complicated?” she sings, and it's sultry–tempting, even. Normally he'd give in, turning melodies into moans. 

“Complicated…enough,” he tells her, and she gets the hint, giving him a wave as she falls back into the crowd.

fratboy!Hunter who’s unaware you’d seen enough, leaving just as fast as you came.

fratboy!Hunter who pauses, a flowery-sweet smell tickling his nose, the scent of you–or your perfume rather–and he makes his way for the door. He spots you walking alone on the sidewalk, all dolled up, heels click-clacking on the pavement. He's quickly making his way over to you, your gravity pulling him in.

"Hey–what's wrong?" He grabs onto your arm, its warmth riddling your skin with goosebumps.

You jerk away from him, and he starts putting the puzzle pieces together, finding where it all fits.

Oh.

"Nothing was going on with us, I wasn't-"

You widen your stride, trying to gain as much physical and emotional distance from him as possible. He doesn't owe you anything, he doesn't owe you anything-

"I told her I wasn't interested because-"

"Just leave me alone!" You're trying not to cry, but your mascara's already stained your top.

He catches up to you and gently slots his hand in yours.

"At least let me take you home," he pleads.

You break away, leaving a you-shaped hole in his heart.

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[nororitz]

narumi gen and academic achievement

tags: self-indulgent, bullet points-style, self-imposed stress, academics stuff, curse words, no kaiju au, non-established relationship

note: uh first post yay. english is not my first language ngl. also idk how to format anything please. writing this while i have an essay due tmr morning is crazy though.

• Recently, you've been stressing yourself over the overwhelming tests and work that never seems to end. After working your ass off for weeks without any respite, all your efforts are finally being paid off.

• Staring back at you was your phone screen with words of congratulations and a high score written along with it.

• Absolutely elated you turned to Narumi Gen, your close friend of many years. Preparing to tell the good news to Narumi who's busy with his controller and some kind of BS5 game.

• There's a high chance of him not even hearing you because he's too absorbed in his gaming, bloodshot eyes boring holes into the screen. Yet, you're still showing him your phone screen anyway, excitedly displaying your proud achievements. The adrenaline rush overpowering the small, hideous doubt stored in a corner of your mind.

• At first, you're sure he didn't even register your voice talking to him. But then suddenly Narumi is putting down his controller and taking the phone from your hand, the BS5 no longer playing game music and sound effects. His bangs block half of his face so you can't read his expression well. Silently, you eagerly awaits his reaction.

• After a while, he says "You worked hard so it's to be expected that you would do well," before handing your phone back to you. It's startling, but Narumi is really someone who is blunt.

• "Yeah...but there was a chance I still wouldn't be able to do it you know?" Narumi, who senses the sadness in your voice, goes still. Finally, he lets out a huff and faces you properly.

• "What are you talking about? Since when did you have so little faith in yourself? You always gave your all in everything so this result isn't surprising in the least." Damn this guy and his attitude.

• But this is pretty much Narumi Gen's roundabout way of saying I've seen you put your effort into this and I believed you would succeed from the start. It might seem like he doesn't care, but Narumi is a person who pays close attention to someone important to him.

• It did kind of sound like he was scolding you though. "Narumi, you really..." "Hah!?!?" Breaking a smile, the bickering between you and Narumi erases the traces of doubt lingering in your mind.

• Narumi is someone who knows about hard work, results, and acknowledgement better than anyone. So, I believe he would think that you were more than capable of achieving the results that you wanted. Even if he's not as direct about it, he has a lot of trust in your abilities.

• If you end up falling asleep in the living room at the end of the day, the familiar sounds of Narumi's BS5 lulling you to sleep. He would take a glance at you before muttering something like a, "You did well," his gaze holding a kind of secret fondness to it.

can you tell that i love narumi. he might be slightly ooc my brain is fried.

likes, reblogs, and comments are so very appreciated ☆

[sugar-plum-writer]

A Heian Era Affair

Parings: GojoSatrou!ModernEra x FemReader!HeianEra! Tags: Fem!Reader; Gojo!imagines; slight!mention of violence; Chaos; 18+ as more chapters come; slow burn [I want to have a good build up~ just like my Sukuna series fic~]; An ancient Japan romance through time with reader A/n: Sorry for not putting out any updates or fics for almost a month! T~T I was busy with college and sem exams! but they are finally over so yay!!!!

[If you all like it, please heart and reblog the post! to know you want to read more~ and follow for chapter updates! or leave a comment to tag you when I put out new chapters~ I will do my best to roll out UPDATES ASAP!]

@elernity @derpykirb here is the update! ^-^

CHAPTER - 3

The sunlight basked in the small wooden house, the morning dew shimmered as the birds chirped in a lovely tune, a better alarm clock than what Gojo was used to

"Don't wash clothes like that! if you use too much strength it will rip apart!"

"I am trying god damn it!"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead he scrubbed the clothes, you guided him as you sat beside him, your hair tied up in a bun sweating yourself.

"How did humans survive this!?" he groaned

As he and you continued washing the clothes you heard a scream from him

"Ah shit!-", he bit his lip

"Oh lord what happened!?", hurriedly you took his hand and your eyes widened as blood dripped from his wrist

"This is bad wait let me get medicine!"

"Wait-"

Before he could say anything you had already left

"I can use RCT…" he whispered words barely audible as he watched you running

After some seconds he saw you holding a wooden box

"You truly are useless and cannot even wash clothes properly! How can you even call yourself the strongest!?" you nagged him as you cleaned up his wounds and bandaged him up

"Oh sorry I am not used to washing clothes using ancient methods near rivers am I?!", he argued back as the yelling continued

Unknown to you the moment you bandaged him up he had used RCT to heal it within seconds

"Phew that should do it…let's just hope you don't get an infection if you do even I cannot save your life"

Hearing your words he has never been happier to be able to use RCT

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

"Y/n!" a lady rushed screaming your name, causing both you and Gojo to finally stop nagging each other

"Who is she?" he whispered

"Just my neighbor, an aunty my mother knew"

"I see... I guess aunts are the same every era..."

"Oh my god, you did not tell me you got married!?" she yelped as she saw Gojo beside you

"I am not married okay!?" freaking out you tried your best to refuse her words

"What do you mean not married!? oh~ he is your boyfriend~" She nudged you and smirked as she walked towards Gojo who was screaming internally looking at you desperately for help

"He is n-!"

"Greetings! My name is Sumi Tachibana, I am Y/n's neighbor!"

Cutting you off she looked at Gojo smiling brightly

"My name is Gojo Satoru it's nice to meet you too", he smiled putting his hand out to shake her hands

"Oh~ how bold to flirt with me in front of your future wife! I am married so sorry~" she chuckled bashfully

"Huh…?", he looked at her then at you confused

"Aunty! What brought you here?" you stood between her and Gojo shielding him

"Oh right! I came to tell you the village has decided to host a festival next week so be sure to come!" she smiled warmly and left after chatting a little longer

"Flirting…what crazy conclusion is that!?" Gojo looked at you dumbstruck

"See I don't know what you knew previously but to put your hand forward to a lady after just meeting her gives the wrong signals alright" You looked at him and sighed

"Ancient times sure are crazy…"

"Oh god…" groaning you lowered your head

"What's the matter?" he looked at you

"She is now gonna tell everyone in the village that we are in a relationship"

He looked at you even more stunned than before, things were progressing too fast his brain felt fried. He realized just how big of a deal it was for him and you to be together in ancient times

"I guess…we gotta pretend to be in one"

"Do you know the significance of what you are saying!?" you looked at him shocked

"What? it's just a relationship~ I have been in many! my experience is over the charts dear" he smirked playfully as he looked at you

Link to Masterlist!

[mandy-asimp]

Fast lane

Melissa Schemmenti x oc!racer

Smut, language, there's a fire accident at a point but other than that it's like mostly wholesome

Happy Fri-YAY🥳

It was close to Valentine's Day, the holiday would fall on a Saturday, and the school was buzzing with hearts.

The red head sat in the teachers lounge on her phone. Her eyes focusing on the text that was sent not too long ago. A geeky smile on her face.

A picture of her girlfriend in the airport with a

'good morning' text following under.

Melissa's girlfriend was constantly flying but also had long breaks in between. After all, being a famous NASCAR driver had its pros and cons.

How the two met is a story she has waited for someone to ask her about.

Melissa was with family when it happened. She was walking around trying to find anywhere to get food from when she realized she was lost. Her first instinct was to ask the first person in sight.

Which just happened to be Phoebe Stern. A new driver who was about to have her first race.

The nervousness must've really shown as Melissa met her eyes. Suddenly coming to the others aid and trying to get her to take deep breaths. "You're ok, just breathe hun. Deep breath in....and out..." she had coaxed the young woman.

After a few minutes she had calmed down and finally really looked at the woman. Meeting soft green eyes that could tell stories for days. "What's got you so worked up, huh?" Her voice. It's wasn't what the racer was expecting but it matched almost perfectly.

"It's my first race. My big debut. What if I'm not all I'm cracked up to be? What if I do so bad?" The younger began to panic again. Feeling hot tears burn her eyes.

"Hey, you're ok! You will go out there and do your absolute best. You are about to make history as the youngest female NASCAR driver. You're doing great so far, so you'll go out there and give it your absolute best. Plus you already have fans cheering you on." She reassured Phoebe. Carefully, she wiped away the spilled tears with a huge smile.

Phoebe couldn't help but feel warms don't I fly at the action. How that smile captivated her and gave her motivation to do everything in her will to win the race. The woman was her motivation. For what reason, she didn't know, but it felt right.

"Thank you, really. It's nice to know there's still people out there who care for others. I'm Phoebe, but you already knew that." She held out her hand, waiting for the other to shake it. Slightly smiling when the red head had.

"Melissa, and of course. Now, do you know where Ican get any food?" She changed the topic. Looking around a bit for any stand.

Phoebe couldn't help but let out a laugh. "There was a pizza stand just over there. The line was dragging though. But if you want, I can have Stephen to my locker room and we had a little pre-race buffet. There's still food left, feel free to help yourself really. Least I could do." The brunette offered. Her smile showing nothing but honesty and purity. "It'll also get you more for free and before the race starts."

Just then a manager came up to rush her away.

Whispering a 'let's go' before trying to usher her out to the car for a few pre-race interviews.

However, Phoebe in a quick manner rushed over to Stephen. Whispering in his ear and smiling at the woman before running off to the blue race car.

That was only their first interaction. Their second was less frantic. And more digital.

Later that night, after hours of celebrating Phoebe's first race and first win, she had gotten drunker than known. Leaving the party at nearly four in the morning in a cab back to her hotel.

Sending out a few gibberish texts and crashing.

Melissa was just waking up at the time, furrowing her brows at the unknown number but reading (trying to read) the few texts. Picking out that they were compliments of sorts and giving a sleepy smile.

She sent a few text back, mostly talking about taking care of the hangover that's going to happen and to text her when whoever it was wasn't drunk and could actually get out a full sentence. Obviously she sent it in a nicer way, with a few nicknames here and there.

Once Phoebe woke up, she immediately apologized. Mostly for getting her number without actually asking her.

That was all nearly eight years ago. Now the Daytona 500 was coming up once more. Phoebe was heading down a few days early for a lot of press events. Melissa would head down the Friday before the race.

"I think nascar is a fun thing, I wish I could attend a race once. Just to see the Wonder Woman of racing, Phoebe Stern. She's trying to bet someone's record, just don't know who's." Janine practically hopped into the teachers lounge. Acknowledging all the other teachers in the room with her cheery smile.

"Isn't it Josh something?" Gregory guessed from making his coffee.

Jacob shook his head, "No it's another female right?" He pulled out his phone, ready to look up the answer.

Before he even put in his password, Melissa chirped, "she's trying to beat Jimmie Johnson. He's won like seven Daytona races, but she has years to catch up."

The room was silent, "Melissa, I didn't take you for a NASCAR fan?" Janine sounded confused.

Loving when melissa would slightly open up about herself.

"There's a lot you don't know about me kid. I've been a fan of NASCAR for, I dunno, eight maybe nine years? Never miss a race." She hummed, going back to her phone and minding her own business.

The rest of the conversation she tuned out and just texted back and forth with her girlfriend. Attempting to school her features from showing anything In front of her colleagues.

"What about you Melissa? What are your plans for Valentines? Any special someone you'll be having?" Janine called out to the woman, breaking her away from her phone.

"Well the Daytona race is Valentines weekend and I already planned to go." She shortly answered.

"If Melissa did have any big plans, I'm sure Barb knows all about them." Ava came in. A dirty smile playing at her lips. "So come on Barb, spill her secrets!"

Barb had a look of 'are you serious' on her face. "I wouldn't dare tell someone else's business. If Melissa wanted us to know what she was doing, she would tell us. She hasn't mentioned anyone t me though," the kindergarten teacher let out. Moving from the table before anything could happen to her.

"Melissa, no offense, but you gotta get out there.

You're starting to seem like a prude." Ava had a disappointed look as she left the room. Other teachers following as their lunches came to an end.

Melissa sending out a few more text before leaving as well to get her class from gym. She was minding her own, rereading a few text, when she could hear Janine running up on her. "No Janine I will not be talking about my plans for the weekend. What I do outside of school is not your business nor should you want it to be."

"Ok, but I was going to ask more about this Daytona race?" Janine finally caught up. Walking alongside the other teacher eager for answers. "I mean really how did you get tickets? They sold out within the hour. Not to forget how expensive the whole trip is."

"I know a guy." Was all she answered with and ended the conversation. "If you still like it next year, maybe I'll get you a ticket to come with and you can bring Jacob. Sound like a deal?"

"Deal!" She squealed and ran off. Eager to tell the other of the offer.

Melissa shook her head but continued with her day. Counting down the days till she was on her mini break.

And after a few days that felt like eternity, it was finally Friday.

~

It was an hour before the day had ended and Melissa had sent her kids off to art class. Her phone began ringing and she didn't need to look to see who it was.

"And what do I owe this honor?" She teased.

"Yeah, yeah, I wanted to let you know that Mikayla will be stopping by the house to grab your bags, then to get you from work to take you to the airport. She's agreed to watch the house while we're gone and to get us once we're back home. I also told her to grab you an airport outfit. I figured you wore either those sexy black pants or a pair of jeans that make you look even sexier." The voice of her girlfriend played in her ear. Lighting up her day by just the sound of her voice.

Melissa let out a soft hum. "You really know how to flatter a woman. And I did wear my sexy black pants. They looked nice with my pink top and boots." She described lightly what her outfit looked like. Yet she knew Phoebe already knew exactly what the outfit looked like.

"I love that outfit on you. Sad I can't be there to see it on you and take it off," she hummed, only to go silent after. Fiddling around with something in the hotel room.

Melissa listened, hoping to figure out what she was messing with. "Hun? You still there?" She broke into the silence. Getting a distant hum from the other end of the line. "Pheebs? What are you doing that had you so distracted?"

"Oh just some papers for the race tomorrow, just a few waivers so if anything goes wrong." The brunette simply answered. Phoebe had lied right through her teeth. In her hand was the rings she had bought for Melissa.

Watching as the moss agate and diamonds shined in the light. A giddy smile pulling at her lips.

"You know I don't like when you say that. Nothing will go wrong and you'll be fine." Melissa huffed. She really hated when Phoebe would mention those waivers. Yes it was always a possibility but not one she liked to hear or think of for an even a second. It worried her how Phoebe was always so calm with what she does.

"I can't wait to see you tonight." Phoebe let out, changing the topic entirely. Feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness to see her girlfriend again. Putting the ring back in her bag and putting it back in the corner.

Melissa felt loved at those words. The thought of someone waiting for her just did things she couldn't explain. Especially after Joe when she was so young. She never thought she would get the chance of love again. But here was this young racer who had millions of people dying to take her out, and she chose a second grade teacher.

Melissa knew Phoebe loved her deeply. It was in the words that would be said, the amount of emotion in her voice, the looks she would only give to Melissa. Even after all the ups and downs, Phoebe never once thought of leaving her side. Always there to reassure any bad thought that could come to Melissa's mind.

"Only a few more hours, hun. Then I'll watch you win and we'll go out to celebrate," the red head put the phone on speaker on her desk. Sorting out her last hour before the day ended. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Well I have a press conference to talk about how I feel about my eighth Daytona race. Questions are probably going to be if I think I'll win, if I'll be able to beat the record finally, what training I've been doing, questions about other drivers. I'll save my cocky smile because there's always a chance I won't win no matter how good I think I am. But then I have an early dinner planned with a few racers. Then l'll be back before you arrive at the hotel to greet you." Phoebe summarized the rest of her day. Leaning back to fall onto the bed, letting out a huff.

Melissa couldn't help the laugh, "sounds like a hard, hard day." She teased. A groan being her answer. "It's only a few more hours. Then you have a long, long, season to play out."

"Don't remind me!" Phoebe cried, covering her face with her hands. There was another short silence.

"Pheebs?"

"I think I'm ready to be done after this season." She quietly confessed.

"What?" Melissa froze in her seat. Picking up the phone to her ear. "What do you mean?"

"Ten out of the twelve months I'm gone racing. I hardly get to see you. I'm coming close to thirty-five and I've spent my twenties well. I've traveled the world, did what I love, but now I want to be with who I love. You've supported me since the first race I ever did, now it's my turn to come support you." Phoebe was quiet while explaining.

Staring up to the ceiling as she thought about life after.

"But what about beating the record?" Melissa questioned. Wanting to know where this suddenly came from. "You love racing, hun. I love watching you race."

"I've already made history. Nobody's won seven Daytona races in a row. I train and train, but I'm ready to give up my throne to another young racer. Next year there's supposed to be the next me coming in. And I've watched her race, I've raced with her, I've taught her. She's ready to take my number and I'm ready to give it to her. My legacy is getting carried on, and I know that." Phoebe stretched out.

Melissa thought for a moment. "What ever you choose hun, I will be your biggest fan and your number one fan." She reassured. "But I have to go, have to go get my class. I'll see you tonight though angel. I love you."

"Alrighty, I love you too Mel. I'll see you in a few hours." Phoebe ended the call, almost instantly rolling over to burry her face and take a quick nap.

Melissa sat still for only a moment, processing the news. A part of her was so overjoyed to hear it all, but also sad to know that the goal was almost completed.

Meanwhile Phoebe was being ambushed to get ready for the press. A light touch up being done to her hair and makeup. The outfit being laid out on the bed.

If there was anything Phoebe didn't expect from the dream, was becoming a fashion influence. It only happened because she wore her race jacket out one day and everyone thought it was a fashion statement. She let them go with it anyways and decided to start a collection of race jackets to wear. They kept her warm during the

seasons.

"You know, they're gonna ask about your girlfriend. After you posted that little anniversary thing back in January. Everyone's been trying to get you on talk shows for it." Stephen walked in, handing the lemon water over.

"Thank you, and yeah probably. I mean I've been dating her for over five years now. In a few days she'll be my finance hopefully." She took a sip of the drink, humming in approval. "You've never failed to make my lemon water taste just right."

"I've been your manager since you were a child. Of course I know how to keep you pleased. Plus the new you.." he trailed off moving around to start getting things tidied up.

Phoebe huffed. "She's going through something right now. I'll talk to her tomorrow anyways, she's watching next to you today. I mean after this season, she's the one who you'll have to talk through a press, not to forget races. So be patient with her. You were with me, and she's almost as good as me. In a few years I bet she'll be better than me."

Stephen hummed in disagreement. "Nobody will ever be better than you. I don't think anyone else will win seven Daytona races in a row."

There was a collective agreement from the team working on her. Making her realize, she has made history already. This race will just add to her achievements.

"How did Melissa feel about you telling her you're done after this season?" The lanky brunette sat in a chair close by. Still scrolling through the schedule laid out for them. "She upset?"

"She didn't sound upset. She said she'd support me no matter what. If anything, and she wouldn't have admitted if, but I think she was thrilled i decided to call it now." She watched as they worked on fixing her makeup and hair. How they moved so carefully but efficiently.

"And how do you feel?"

"Like I can do normal people things now. I can spend time with people and not just two months. I don't have to worry about racing as much. Next year I'll get to get a dog maybe." She went over. Smiling at the idea of settling down finally with Melissa.

The two of them together just doing nothing for a day. The two of them traveling more. The two of them cooking. The two of them drinking. The two of them partying. The two of them celebrating.

Just the two of them.

"Well before I loose you into your fantasies, get changed so we can get this over with. And we're going quick. You'll do press, come back and change into the dress, then to dinner. Then you'll get dropped off before I go pick up Melissa and bring her back." Stephen summed up before leaving with the hair and makeup. "Make it quick princess!" He called back.

Phoebe yelled back and then just stood in the room. Staring into the mirror. This was it. The start of the weekend. "One race. Then proposal. That's all." She mumbled to herself.

~

Melissa watched as the clock slowly ticked over.

Almost cheering as the final bell rang. For the last hour she's let her kids have a valentines party. It was the easiest excuse to distract them and be able to watch Phoebe's press. Smiling when they asked several questions about the anniversary post.

She began to pack up after walking all her kids out and making sure they got picked up. It was just her and her silence before it was ruined.

"So. Are you going to tell me why you're rushing out and suddenly a fan of NASCAR? Or am I just in the dark with everyone else?" Barb stopped by the door. Once Melissa looked up, the older walked closer, closing the door behind her. "Who is he?"

Melissa frowned at this. "I've always been a fan of

NASCAR, just figured it wasn't a topic you would ever want to talk about."

"Melissa, you have told me every detail about your life and for someone who claims to have liked racing for almost a decade, I would think it's something that gets mentioned once." Barb frowned. Sitting on the first desk in front of the teacher desk.

The red head only shrugged. Secretly wanting to explode and tell all about her girlfriend. "I have to go, but we can talk more when I get home?"

"Melissa Schemmenti, I don't know what you're hiding but I better be the first to know." Barb hugged the friend goodbye. Leaving to let the other be free for her weekend excursion.

~

Phoebe sat at the dinner table. The baby blue dress clingy to her figure as she chatted with the other racers her age.

"So, you and your girlfriend? It's been what, eight years? You tying that knot soon?" Mike had piqued interest. "I mean you posted an anniversary thing back in like January."

Phoebe shook her head with a smile. "Not that it's any of your business, but I am planning on proposing this weekend. We have a dinner just the two of us on Sunday before we fly home." She confessed. Feeling the butterflies at just the thought of proposing.

"And are you gonna show the world?" Andrew jumped in. The boys quick to jump on the train of questions.

"What is this? An interrogation? You guys have never shown interest in my relationship, why start now?" Phoebe narrowed her eyes at the table. Waiting for one of them to crack.

They all shared a look. "Well I mean, after you posted about her, it's hard not to be curious. We knew she existed but you went public. It's free game now. If press can ask, so can we." Joey answered for the group. "So come on. You've met all our wives. Now tell us about yours."

"Well, we met on my first race and I told myself that she was my motivation. After I went out and drank galore, I texted her drunken compliments and then after three years of talking and getting to know her and gain her trust, I ask her to be my girlfriend for the billionth time and she said yes. She's been to almost all my races, and has been my biggest fan since day one. And now I get to be her biggest fans in hope she says yes." She babbled on. Zoning out on everyone as she thought of her Melissa.

The boys all joked and teased her. It was the greatness of being close with the other racers.

They were always like big brothers. Always supporting each other if one won or if they all lost. They still made light of every race.

There was a text from Stephen that lit up the phone. Showing off the lock screen of Melissa. Dave was the first to grab at the phone. Examining the picture entirely. "Ya know, I would've never thought you for red heads." He chuckled.

"Red head?!" Andrew shouted while practically flying from his seat. Everyone trying to gather around and see the screen.

Tim was shocked the most. "A milf?!" He had wide eyes, like he had seen the world explode. "Thats Who your girlfriend is?!"

"Five years strong. Boutta make her my wife. Give her the wedding she dreams of. Settle down and take care of her ya know? Let her be able to do things she never has." Phoebe reached for her phone, not pleased when they all pulled it away and gave her a look. "It's my phone!"

"But it's about to be us who have the conversation," Joey smirked. Instantly being handed the phone. "Hey hun, just wanted to let you know I've landed!" He read in a girly voice.

"She landed?!" It was Phoebe's turn to look shocked. "I have to go. I'm supposed to meet her back at the hotel. It was nice to have dinner with you guys. I'll see you tomorrow!" She grabbed her phone, holding her dress up as she ran out with her jacket thrown over her shoulders. Listening to the boys laugh as she moved quickly in heels.

She ran right out into the car and was off before anyone could recognize who it was. Praying Stephen wouldn't drive her back, especially after she spammed his phone to detour.

Within fifteen she was back at the hotel and in her room. Moving the ring out of her bag and into her racing bag. Knowing Melissa doesn't go in there as much as any other bag.

Just as she zipped up the bag, the door opened and in walked Stephen and Melissa. "She should be back by now. Maybe changing out of her dress." He mentioned and walked back to the door. "Tell her ass to be up by ten and ready to go by eleven. The track lets people in around noon and the race is set to start at one. Goodnight Melissa."

"Will do, night." She bowed her head, trying to remember all the times to tell you. Giving the man a second to leave before rushing into the bedroom. Eager to see this dress you were in.

Melissa didn't even bother to knock as she opened the door. Freezing in awe at how the baby blue did Phoebe justice. How it hugged her figure deliciously. The slit up the leg that showed off a little bit of her tattoo. The silver heels that wrapped around her calves.

"Hi hun," she said softly. Still staring at her beautiful girlfriend. Really burning the picture into her head. "Is that what you wore to dinner with the guys?"

A careful hum was her answer. "They asked about you. It seems everyone is curious about you. They want to meet you I think," a small laugh left Phoebe's lips. "I missed you." She came up to Melissa. Hugging her like she would disappear at any second. And the older hugged just as tight. The two just enjoying the other in the moment.

"You should wear dresses more. You look really good in them." Melissa teased, pinching the sides of her girl. "Let's get you changed, then we can settle in. You have a big day tomorrow."

"I'm happy you're here with me then," Phoebe pecked her cheek before pulling away and pushing Melissa onto the bed. Crouching to take of her boots. "I told Mikayla to grab you your travel slippers. I'm sorry you were in boots the entire time."

The green eyed beauty was confused. The action wasn't what she had really meant, but she couldn't oppose. Not to a face like that. So she just let Phoebe continue to undress her all while in that blue dress.

The two fell into a peaceful silence as Phoebe moved around to get pajamas for them both.

This is what Melissa had craved for so long. This domestic feeling. That everything was playing out how it was meant to be. She had someone who wanted to take care of her forever and now she had it. Her everything was moving around the hotel room in a baby blue dress and sparkly heels.

She was so lost in the feeling she didn't realize the tears that began to creep up on her. "Mel?" Phoebe's voice brought her back. "Sweetheart you're tearing up, what's wrong?" Phoebe was back in front of her, crouching to look up at her.

Melissa opened her mouth and just gave a dry laugh. "I love you so incredibly much, hun. That's all. You found me when I was at my lowest and you lifted me up all the way. And I can't thank you enough."

Phoebe blushed and beamed. Melissa had seen this smile few times but it was a smile full of pure happiness and love and care. It was the smile she wore when they finally became official. The same smile she wore when they said 'I love you' for the first time. The smile she reserved for Melissa, and only Melissa.

"I love you too, Mel. From every part of me." She grinned as she stood up. "Absolutely in love." She thought out loud while looking at Melissa. Taking her in now and here.

"Come on, your turn." The woman wiped her tears.

Moving so Phoebe could sit down. "And it's ok she forgot my shoes, saves me space and shoe dilemmas."

Phoebe softly laughed, "still though. Now you have to wear boots to the race. I mean they make you look sexy don't get me wrong, but your feet will be aching."

"Well then I guess tomorrow night you'll have to help me out of them and soothe the ache. Do you think you could do that?" Her voice was teasing, making the younger shiver. And when they met eyes, Phoebe saw nothing but mischief, making her cheeks burn at the ideas. "My little racer. What would I do without you?"

"I can tell you what you wouldn't be doing," Phoebe smirked. Having a playful joke lined up but lost it as Melissa's eyes darkened before her.

"And what's that hun?" She let her hands wander up the soft legs, only to rake her nails down them. Humming in sheer delight at the physically shudder. "Cause I know exactly what I am going to do. And it starts with getting rid of this dress."

The manicured hand pushed the silky fabric up her legs. Revealing the blue panties that were decorated with a little white bow.

Melissa pulled on her shoulder, causing Phoebe to fall onto her back. "This how you get everyone into bed, Ms.Schemmenti?"

"Only cute racers." Her hands were holding onto hips. Massaging her finger tips into the soft skin. "But I'll save this for tomorrow night." She pulled away.

A boo was given in return. "Now you got me all hot and bothered." Phoebe exhaled dramatically. "Room service and a movie?"

Melissa placed a kiss to her forehead. "Sounds like my type of night. You shower first and I'll order for us, even pick their good wine."

"No wine, just food and us. And come shower with me, it'll save us both time." Phoebe gradually made it to the bathroom. Having a luring look in her eyes. Melissa let a Cheshire grin take over as she followed close behind.

For the next forty-five minutes, the two were lost in the shower. It had started of sweet and wholesome. Melissa had her hands in the mane of brown, scratching and scrubbing away any stress and worry. And it would've stayed that way had she not scratched right by the nape of the neck. Earning a muffled whine and her girlfriend even closer to her.

She let out a light chuckle and continued. Thinking nothing but a reflect of it. But when the noises happened a few times more, Melissa couldn't contain herself. The idea of just her touch doing so much to someone drove her insane.

That's why her lips found the soft neck. Kissing up to the pulse point and sinking her teeth in carefully. Sucking hard on the point, taking joy in how Phoebe squirmed immensely at the action.

Her head fell to give more access, crying out when curious hands found her boobs. She was ready to give everything and skip dinner.

It didn't help when Melissa spun her and kissed her hard. Hard and passionate. Every ounce of her love was poured out through just a single kiss.

Melissa felt hungry. Her hands began to hunt for anything to inflict more sounds. Desperate to hear any lewd noise that was caused by her.

First it was a hand slithering across Phoebe's stomach that made her chill, but it was the squeezing of her hips that made her shake with need. "Please Mel.." was lost in the steamy air as a skilled hand parted her legs and finding the right spot almost instantly. Teasing her clit with slow, agonizing circles that only took her so far.

"My sweet girl..." Melissa hummed as she added more pressure. Her lips found a spot right next to Phoebe's ear. Letting out a warm breath against the shell before bitting on it. Pulling a moan that would make a porn star blush.

It took them both back. They stopped and stared at each other. Both blushing, one more than the other, but just staring at each other. A hand reached to the ear. Stroking over where she bit. "Sensitive ears?" Melissa faintly smiled.

Phoebe shrugged, "I didn't know either." She huffed. "So..."

"Are you ok? Do you need a moment or anything?" Melissa tilted her head, worry evident in her eyes.

She was ready to care for the brunette almost instantly.

Phoebe shied away, feeling a small blush creep in her. "Do it again?" She looked through her lashes. Driving Melissa up a wall with the simple expression.

Melissa pulled her by the waist, flush against her body now. Phoebe could feel their heart beats finding the same rhythm.

In the moment she could only feel love. This was her other half. Her definite soul mate. Their hearts were united to one.

Her thoughts were mushed when she felt the same sensation. This time it was longer and full of hands grabbing at her skin. Melissa always knew how to touch her. How to make her absolute putty in her very hands.

Phoebe would be a fool not to let her. Her hands ran over Melissa's, trying to direct them towards her thighs. Eager for the hands to work their own magic.

No matter how many times they did this act, Phoebe could always feel her heart thumping in her chest. Feeling like at any second her ribs would break and her heart would fall out her chest and right into Melissa's hands.

Where she would hope that it'd be put away and treasured. Never to be touched or harm by anyone other than the key holder.

Melissa's index and middle finger slide further down. Teasing the dripping hole before slowly sinking in. Lost at the sensation. "You're so perfect, hun. Everything I've ever hoped for." Melissa would whisper into the younger woman's hair, a devilish smirk toying her lips.

The words made Phoebe gasp. Her hand gripping onto Melissa's arm that wrapped around her waist. Needing to be grounded by anything.

It had been awhile since the two had a chance to appreciate each other. Between school and constant practices, the two were just tired. The most they had time for was laying in each other's arms and sleeping. But this was relieving.

"It's been so long since I got to have you like this.

My little racer. Always moving so fast, but now we're gonna go slow. Just relax with me, against me, for me." Her voice was low and raspy. Almost being drowned out by the shower.

Phoebe's heart was pounding on her chest. She was worried it might break through for real with how hard it was beating. And it didn't help when she could feel Melissa's matching with every beat.

The racer couldn't help but begin to tremble. Feeling overwhelmed in the best ways entirely. "Just like that sweetheart. I can feel how close you are. You've missed me just as I've missed you. Didn't you?"

"Yes...it's been too long Melly." Phoebe whined.

The knot that had begun to tightened was suddenly too tight. "I'm right there, please Mel."

Melissa hummed and bit on the others ear again.

Both their holds becoming firm as Phoebe fell apart. "Thats it, you're ok. Doing so well." Melissa whispered sweet nothings to her. Holding her through her entire high and even after. Loving the feeling of just having her love in her arms.

Phoebe spun to face Melissa. The warm water on her back now. Her soft gaze peaked through her lashes. "You are amazing." She geeked. Her smile touching from ear to ear. "Now...it's your turn to relax."

She sunk onto her knees, kisses being left behind.

Kisses over Melissa's neck, her pulse, her collarbones, her chest, down her stomach, and to her thighs. "My beautiful woman. How lucky I am to have you," Phoebe smiled up. The delicacy in her eyes meaning nothing but love.

She licked her lips once over before pressing kisses closer and closer. Making Melissa hum in anticipation. Her head rolling back at the feeling of Phoebe's tongue licking through her folds. A delicious moan fell to Phoebe's ears, spurring her on with each move. Her hands holding onto Melissa, grabbing at her figure and massaging the pads of her fingers against it.

Melissa adored how the hands worked against her. They were so careful when pushing and pulling. So feather light when running miles along her. "Just like that Pheebs.." Melissa panted. Her hips rocking forcefully. Her hands found home in Phoebe's hair. Pulling from the scalp and earning moans from below. "You like that? Your hair being pulled?" Melissa groaned. Pulling just slightly harder. It gave her another moan, vibrating her entire body right over the edge. She came with a call of Phoebe's name.

The two took a second to catch their breaths. Humming as Phoebe slowly licked her clean. Rising to give a quick kiss before moving to let the cold water hit Melissa's front.

Phoebe, quick to rush out and into a towel. Running to the bed with giggles filling the room. She laid on her stomach, her body still dripping of water.

"We're gonna need new sheets now," Melissa walked into the doorway. Rolling her eyes as Phoebe made point to look her up and down.

"Well then let's make the most of this mess then,"

Phoebe tease, pushing her hips back and into the air.

She pushed up to crawl to the other side of the bed. Meeting Melissa at the edge with her bottom lip between her teeth. "Don't you wanna get messy?" Phoebe reached for Melissa, pulling her onto the bed. Straddling her waist and holding onto her waist.

Melissa chuckled, her hand pushing a wet strand of hair back. "You are so full of youth and energy."

"Then let me use my youth and energy to spoil you." Phoebe pressed her lips against the thumping pulse on Melissa's neck. Soon wrapping her lips around the same spot and sucking hard. Eager to leave a hickey in the morning.

Her hand wandered down between Melissa's legs. Tracing a range of circles on the bundle of nerves. Her other hand keeping Melissa spread out on the bed.

"How did you get so good," Melissa gave an airy laugh. "Your first time you couldn't even-" her sentence ended with a loud moan. She couldn't figure out what Phoebe did, but god did it feel good.

Melissa began to arch off the bed, her hips moving with Phoebe. The movement ceasing as Phoebe's arm pushed her hips down and held them there. "It'll feel better if you stay still Melly," Phoebe whispered. Her warm breath fanning across Melissa's neck.

And it did. Melissa wanted to scream to match the feeling. It worked her right over again. Leaving her short of breath. Phoebe pulled off, a dirty smirk on her face. The bruising and bite marks were scattered all across the left side.

The brunette picked up the phone and called for new sheets and pillows. Finally throwing the pajama over to Melissa. "The food should be up in a few. I ordered light since we have breakfast in the morning."

"Since when was breakfast?" Melissa sat up, slipping on the shirt. Her bottoms close behind. "We've never done breakfast before a big race?"

Phoebe beamed, "to making new memories. We can't live the same way forever." Phoebe worked on finding her pajamas next.

"What does that mean?" Melissa began to deconstruct the bed. Folding them into a small pile aim the table. "You tryna pull something on me?"

"Oh Mel, you always assume the worst from me.

It's nice little breakfast in bed. I heard the hotel has a really nice breakfast selection." Phoebe came back over, clothed in an old racing sweatshirt. "Just us before a race."

Melissa wanted to think further into it, really she did, but once Phoebe was helping to get the bed ready for new sheets, she didn't let her thoughts wander.

"Did Stephen tell you any times?" Phoebe said, knowing the answer entirely to the question. He had texted her the schedule for the day weeks ago, forcing her to remember it on her own.

Melissa froze, trying to think about the times. "He did.." she was thinking over it. "There was a noon, a one maybe, and something else." She threw out what she could remeber.

"I have been instructed to be up at ten, ready by eleven, track opens at noon, race starts at one." Phoebe recited. Her face never loosing a smug smile.

The red head scoffed playfully and resumed helping with the bed. Finishing getting ready for bed while waiting for room service. The two holding a small conversation while they moved.

The room service coming up while Phoebe was still doing her skin routine. "Is that room service?" She called out. "There's tip money on the dresser for them!"

Melissa looked around, not seeing it anywhere.

Her second thought was look in the bags. First it was the purse, then it was the racing bag. Just as her hand grabbed the bag Phoebe jumped out.

"Mel." Her voice was demanding. It was solid and lacking that usual warmth. "The money was right here," she smiled. Taking it out to the worker and bidding them goodbye.

"Got pretty stern there for a second," Melissa picked up the sheet. "Haven't heard that voice for a good minute."

Phoebe could tell she wasn't going to let it go as easily. "I have a bomb in my bag." Was her first thought. It came out before she could think it over. It gained a laugh, "I'm sorry about that voice though. I don't know why it came up."

"It's ok hun, you're under a lot more stress. I know you don't like when anybody goes through that bag." Melissa finished putting on the sheets, moving so Phoebe could throw the pillows back to the top.

Phoebe hummed, flopping down onto the bed with a gruff. "How was your day? Work? Barb?"

Melissa sat next to her, lying on her side with her head propped up. "They found out I was a fan of NASCAR today. Janine wants to go to the next Daytona race, I said if she can hold onto liking nascar that long I'll get her and Jacob passes. Barb questioned me a bit. I think she's upset I've never mentioned it. She asked me who he was." She summed up her day.

"Well wait till she finds out that he is a she," Phoebe rolled her head to look at Mel. "How come you've never mentioned me?"

"How come you're so interested in being known?" Melissa returned the question.

Phoebe was silent for a second. "Because once I start showing up with lunches for you, it's gonna be hard to keep me quiet. And plus, my coworkers know about you, yes they've never met you, but still."

"When you finish first, we can talk about this more." Melissa leaned over to place a chaste kiss. Moving to grab the dinner for the two and the tv remote.

~

Phoebe's eyes fluttered open. The sun peaking and illuminating the room. Her arm reached over to look for Melissa, frowning when there was an empty space.

The brunette sat up, rubbing her eyes and trying to focus her view. Searching around the room before moving out to the kitchen. "Mel?" Her groggy voice sounded the quiet room. "Mel are you still here?"

"Kitchen hun, use your nose." Melissa answered finally.

Phoebe crawled out of bed, following the sounds and smells that Melissa made from the mini kitchen.

With soft steps, Phoebe hugged Melissa from behind. Breathing her in with a huff. "No negative energy before a race, you know this."

"It's not negative," Phoebe grumbled. Taking another second before letting Melissa work. "I was supposed to be the one in the kitchen."

"No offense, and I'm only saying this cus I've been dating you for five years, you can not cook. And I mean that out of love and worry that one day you'll undercook something and get sick." Melissa poked. Knowing she made a point because it's already happened before. "Plus, you love my cooking."

Phoebe pondered over it, agreeing and sitting on the stool on the other side of the counter. "Are you excited today?" She began to zone in on how Melissa moved with the ingredients.

"It's your big race day. It's all they've been talking about on the news. Yous making history today," she didn't look up from cutting anything. She knew you were watching and listening. "Are you nervous?"

Phoebe wanted to answer, really she did, but there were absolutely no words to describe how nervous she really was. Today was the possibly the second biggest day in her life, the first would be the wedding.

"Pheebs? You still with me?" Melissa waved her hand in front of the spaced out girls face. "You've never been this nervous before, are you all right?"

Phoebe's head nodded for her. "I'm making history today." Phoebe couldn't help the smile that ran her lips. "And you'll be right by my side."

"I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else," Melissa whole-heartedly responded. "But seriously, just breathe today. No matter what, I think you are the world's greatest racer."

The smile only grew, along with a heavy blush.

Melissa took note of it. Phoebe was easy to fluster, a simple look would do if wanted, but this reaction wasn't a sexual thing. It was so new and it made Melissa feel a new sense of true love.

"What is going on with you today?" She tried to laugh off the look but it just couldn't be shakes. "I've seen you nervous before but this is so different. You're glowing almost."

Phoebe let a soft shrug go, "I just feel so lucky to be where I am. And I can only keep thinking into the future and where it'll take me. Not to mention I have the best, most amazing, delicious, most bad ass girlfriend right in front of me." Phoebe got up to come back around the counter. Walking right into the open arms and just sighing. "I love you."

"I love you too," Melissa placed a kiss to the side of her head. Resting hers against where she kissed.

If either were to move it would ruin the moment, but thankfully neither wanted to move. They enjoyed each other's existence  on such an extreme level.

"Do you want to eat before you get ready?" Melissa mumbled. Separating them just slightly. Phoebe nodded, slowly letting a mischievous grin forming. "Now what?" Melissa chuckled.

"Just that maybe I could have two breakfast?" Phoebe suggested the idea. "The first being what you made, which I'm assuming is pancakes, and then the second being you." She showed a toothy grin. A subtle pink grazing her features.

Melissa was baffled by the offer. Genuinely not expecting it. And she couldn't lie, the idea was tempting, but she knew how that could be a cause with a long line of effects. "How bout this, you win this race, and I'll let you do anything you can think of. Anything you've ever thought of. And if you loose, I'll be the one doing everything. Okay?" She spoke lowly. A sneaky smile toying with her lips.

"Deal," Phoebe quickly agreed. Sealing their deal with a kiss and moving to see the pancakes. "These look delicious Mel! Thank you!"

"Gotta start your day right hun, dig in. You have about half an hour before hell breaks in." Melissa grabbed herself a plate.

Phoebe bit the pancake whole, "hell?"

"Stephen has sent hair and makeup to get you ready. He texted me knowing you would still be asleep. So really eat now cause once Stephen gets here, you're really out of my hands." Melissa finished topping her food. "Let's eat in bed."

There wasn't much choice given as Melissa was already moving into the bedroom. Making herself comfy towards the middles of the bed. Phoebe only had the option to follow. Having the realization that today was the last day she'd be calling Melissa her girlfriend. The thought made her glow extremely.

~

Phoebe stood right by the car. Her heart was pounding as she put the helmet on.

"Alrighty, you've done this before. You've done it six more times before that. I'm gonna talk you through it. All of it. What I need from you, is to keep it steady. You can't freak on me." Stephen's voice crackled through the mic. "Talk to me kid."

"No freaking. It's a race I've done before. I can do this." She climbed in. Eliminating any second thoughts.

She took in the familiar car. Looking for her motivation once more, only failing to find it. "Stephen! Where's my pictures? It should be here, I can't find it. I never race without it, and what if-"

"Breathe. We decided today you needed a bigger motivation. You have a lot on you. So, Phoebe it has been an honor to race with you, but for your record breaking race you need someone else. And before I pass it over, I know I'm talking a lot, your physical motivation is in the bag under your chair. Now good luck, and go kick their ass." His voice sounded almost emotional for once.

"You so suck, ya know?" Phoebe sniffed. She had been crying a little bit too hard. Phoebe reached under, feeling the bag and pulling it up. She reached in, laughing through the tears. "What's my next surprise?"

"I am," Melissa's smile was evident in her voice. Even as she heard Phoebe groan in tears. "You ready?"

Phoebe had to lift her visor to wipe the tears. "Let's kick some ass."

~

After hours of laps, hours of conversations, an hour of singing like there was no tomorrow, and hours of laughs, Phoebe was coming up in her last lap. Passing the mark before the final.

"You're so close hun. I can see you. This is it. Dave is behind you, Andrew right behind him. You just have to make these few turns and then your home solid." Melissa was standing high up. Watching the blue car race around a few more corners. "Thats it angel, just a little more."

Phoebe was quiet. Suddenly feeling cold and nervous. "Mel. What do my surrounding looks like? Where's the line? How many more turns?" She quickly questioned. After doing so many laps, the track begins to blend together.

"Um, still in front of Dave and Andrew, you have two more turns and then a dash to the line. Is everything ok?" Melissa sensed the sudden shift. Examining the car quickly. "Pheebs?"

"It's fine. I'm just nervous. I have what, a minute left? Have I ever told you how much I really love you? I know I say it everyday but I want to say it for a gazillion more. Until time runs out. In this universe and every other one. I love you with everything I have Melly." Phoebe felt tears begin to fall again.

"Save your sappiness for when you can kiss me at the finish line. Front stretch hun. You're so close." Melissa had a death grip on the railing. Leaning to see Phoebe make the last turn. "I'm proud of you sweet girl. You've done so much for yourself. Last stretch, as fast as you can."

Phoebe put a bit more pressure. Watching as the number began to climb. Her heart was pounding with the growing speed. She could see it. The finish line. Dave and Andrew too far back to catch up now. She was right there. About to finish her eight Daytona race.

Five seconds off of the line the car began to fill with smoke. She reached for the ring without thinking and finished the race blind.

Melissa's voice fell on deaf ears as Phoebe began to search for the seatbelt buckle. Desperate to get out.

From the outside, Dave and Andrew stopped as fast as they could, rushing to get to Phoebe. Breaking the windows as smoke oozed out the car.

The crowd was in silence as other racers came to help. Medical standing by till the woman was retrieved. It was taking too long for comfort. Melissa couldn't stand back and watch. They were taking too long. She ran over, pushing through to see.

Regretting it as Phoebe was helped as she climbed out. Her helmet being taken off as she took deep breathes. Her body felt rigid and stiff. She sat back onto her legs looking to the sky then down to her hands.

"Thank you," she whispered when she looked back up. She stood and was still for a second. An infectious smile dawning on her as she began to cry of joy. She looked to the boys. "I just made NASCAR history...again." Her arms raised in the air, "fucking finally!" She cried out to the small crowd. Turning to the now put out car and running to jump on it. Listening to the crowd scream with excitement at their winner.

Phoebe laughed and glanced around. Finding her love easily out the crowd. That's when Phoebe jumped down and ran over to her. Grabbing her face and laughing. "I did it! I'm ok!" She wiped away the fallen tears. Pulling Melissa into her arms and just laughing. "I'm ok I promise."

Melissa held on tightly. "Had to go out with a bang huh?" She buried her face into Phoebe's neck.

Phoebe laughed again, "it's the only way to go out. If I won without any complication, did I really win? I'm ok that's what matters, we're ok!"

Melissa sniffled before leaving the embrace, standing arms length. "Congrats hun."

"I love you Mel."

"I love you too Pheebs."

Phoebe stated before smiling like a dork. "I set the records." She simply said. Turning to look at the car once more, she laughed. "I set the records!" She yelled. Earning cheers once more.

It was(almost) a perfect race.

~

Phoebe stood on the table, drink raised to the sky as Melissa pulled at the hem of her dress. Doing her best to keep her girlfriend reasonably covered. It wasn't that Phoebe was drunk or anything, but Melissa knew how unaware she could be of her own beauty.

"A toast! Mine of tonight! Thank you to everyone who has believed in me this year. To the boys for rushing to my aid. To Stephen, my manger since before time. To the pit team today. But mostly, thank you to Melissa." Phoebe rambled before looking down to the red head. The light making her glassy green eyes reflecting a million memories. "Thank you. For absolutely everything you have done for me."

Phoebe's glass raised at the end, everyone following with clinks of drinks together. The brunette jumped down, standing close to Melissa. "Thank you again. My motivation." Phoebe softly spoke. Her voice fading with the music and chatter, yet Melissa heard.

"Motivation? What does that mean?" She furrowed her brows, a small smirk playing at her lips.

"Every race I had a picture of you in the dash. But I think it's well lost now." Phoebe shrugged, defeat swimming in her eyes as she tried to play it cool.

Melissa laughed at the look. "Hun we can make more, what would your new motivation picture be?"

Phoebe thought for a second. Her fingers tapping against her chin. "You on our wedding day." She answered with a serious undertone. Enjoying the shocked look on Melissa's face.

"Well then get to it," she clapped back. Her eyes holding nothing but a childlike glimmer. "After all, it's been five years."

Phoebe's jaw dropped, "wow! Ok! And why was stopping you from asking?" She raised a brow, arms crossing over her chest.

Melissa winked and walked away. Her hips swaying just a bit more than usual. She knew she didn't need to answer. As she walked, she thought of the conversation. Yes Phoebe had mentioned getting married but Melissa never thought it would be to her. Yet here they were, five years deep and neither one had made a move to further their relationship. They agreed it was perfect as is. Melissa just smiled to herself as she started collecting her stuff.

"Melissa," Stephen waltzed up to the red head. Holding out his hand with a small piece of paper.

In closer inspection it was a picture of melissa. An old one from at least six summers ago. It was a date that Phoebe had planned and told Melissa to meet her by a coffee shop. She stood in a blue floral sundress, white Converses, and frilly socks. Half her hair pulled back into a blue bow with front pieces framing her face.

Meanwhile Melissa was in a long floral dress. A jean jacket over and her purse on her shoulder. Her red waves were messily, but almost perfectly, pulled up into a high ponytail.

"What is this?" She frowned looking up to the manager. Not sure how he had the picture.

"It was Phoebe's motivation but we gave her a better one. Enjoy your night with her. You make her happy beyond what she lets on." His soft lips turned up before he spun to head into the crowd.

Melissa hummed as she went back to examining the picture. Realizing she doesn't know what he meant by 'better motivation' really meant. But when her eyes found Phoebe's, they were already on her. A heavy blush on Phoebe's cheeks, yet her smile was stronger than ever.

With a single finger, Phoebe beckoned Melissa to follow her outside. Leading them off to walk along the beach as the sun began to set. Neither talking and just holding hands.

"I enjoy being with you." Phoebe hummed. Smiling to herself as the cold water washed over her feet. "You truly have changed my world for the better. I couldn't imagine a world where you said no to me begging you for a date."

Melissa snickered at the memory, "I'll give it to you. You had dedication and a schedule for asking me." She continued the reminiscing.

"Had to keep you thinking of me somehow. I wanted my chance desperately since the day I met you." The brunette confessed. "But..."

"But?" Melissa frowned. Fear suddenly running in her veins. "But what?"

"But now I ask you for another chance." The two had stopped walking at the point. Phoebe standing in face to face with Melissa.

Her green eyes watched as Phoebe lowered down on one knee. A small black bow coming into view. Tears began to fill her eyes and her breathing became irregular. She couldn't believe it.

"Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you know I adore everything about you. Your sass, your cooking, your death glares, everything. Every single thing about you I love. And I know it's five years, but I know I want to spend every morning by your side. Every night to go to sleep with you. Melly, will you marry me?" She had tears escaping from the corners of her eyes.

With a sniffle and a head bob, the ring was slid on and they shared a kiss. Listening to the cheers that happened from behind them. Many having phones to capture the moment.

"I love you so much," Phoebe gave a heartfelt laugh. Kissing Melissa passionately before raising her left hand into the air and cheering.

~

Monday had come around again. Big chatter in the teachers lounge about NASCAR.

"And now suddenly they're engaged! Like for five years they're a secret and now they're getting married. Crazy timing man." Jacob was going on about the engagement post made by Phoebe.

The picture being their silhouettes with the sunset, a heartfelt caption 'dedicated to my eternal happiness'. Keeping it brief and sentimental.

"Can't even guess who it is unless you compare figures. I mean you can clearly tell that this one is Phoebe and then this is her now fiancé. There's absolutely no trace." Janine stared at the post. In her head, if she stared long enough it was going to come to her.

Ava waltzed in with her signature smile. "Maybe it's a publicity stunt. Boost her name or whatever. I do it all the time."

"No, I don't think it is because there's no already existing rumors of her and anyone." Jacob debunked. Leaning to look at the picture once more. Really taking in the mystery woman.

Melissa was humming as she walked into the lounge. Her hands busy with her phone as she followed her daily routine. Making the room still at the new behavior.

That's when Janine saw it. The gold ring that made home on Melissa's ring finger.

"YOURE ENGAGED?!" She shouted. Putting the rooms focus on the ring as it shined in the light. "Since when were you even dating anyone?!"

"Since five years ago. Like I said, there's a lot you don't know about me." The red head winked and took her seat next to Barb, who looked a bit hurt at the new confession. "Let me explain why I never told you."

"Please, because I would love to know." She crossed her arms and leaned back, waiting for the reason to come out.

"Come over tonight, I know it's only Monday but I'd rather explain in private than with the goons listening." Melissa joked, her thumb points over to Janine and Jacob listening.

"So do we all get to find out after Barb or do we just get left in the dark?" Gregory piped in, geneuinly curious of this new relationship.

Melissa only shrugged and continued with her morning routine.

~

A few hours rolled by and Barb stood at Melissa's front door. A bottle of their favorite in hand and her purse in the other. The door opened and there was the red head. Her hair pulled up and blush on her cheeks. She opened it further for her friend.

"This better be good if they have you blushing like this." Barb walked past, making her own way to the kitchen. "Seriously Melissa. There's a whole life I don't seem to know about. So who ever this man is-"

"He's a she!" Melissa blurted out as Barbra had a view of the kitchen.

Her eyes had to be tricking her. Barbra didn't know much of NASCAR, wasn't her thing, but with the talk that Janine and Jacob had been doing, and with the news, it was very easy to tell who the person was. Phoebe Stern had a worried smile on her face as she chopped up food. "Before you ask, no I can't cook. Mel just has me chopping up the basics."

"That was not my first question," Barbra turned to Melissa. "You have two minutes, and that is me being generous, on why she's in your kitchen."

Melissa moved closer. "This is my fiancé!" She said with spirit fingers aimed at Phoebe. "For the past five years this has been a secret mostly for both of our privacy, but recently we've been more ok with being public. We wanted to introduce each other to the most important people in our lives before going full public." She was quick to explain, taking a stand next to Phoebe and taking the cut up vegetables and dumping them into the bit. "And I'm sorry I kept it a secret for so long, the only people who really knew were our families. We just didn't want it to be a spotlight topic."

Barb was silent for a long minute. Just staring between the two and trying to think of anything. She exhaled heavily, "it's nice to meet you." She held out her hand, trying to keep her smile up.

"Phoebe. Mel has told me so much about you, it's nice to know she's terrible at impersonating you." The brunette softly shook the hand. She was giving her best smile, hoping to make good first impressions with the best friend.

"And the internet has told me so much about you, dear. I guess I might as well get ready for a night of questions!" Barb joked and moved to get three wine glasses.

Melissa and Phoebe shared a look before going with it. Acting as if that was the reaction they were expecting.

And after hours of talking, Barbra Howard knew this was the one for Melissa. She liked how open Phoebe was and how willing she was to treat the two woman while they conversed. She could see the look of love in those brown eyes every time they were on the red head. Melissa was in very safe hands and Barb knew it.

The two were slightly more wine drunk than Phoebe (they had finished two bottles). "Ya know Phoebe, I really like you. And even though I was unaware of you for almost ten years, just based on tonight I can tell you really to have good intentions with Melissa." The older woman spoke. Her eyes a bit hazy from the glasses, but she stared to Phoebe. A soft, warm smile plastered in her lips. But it quickly dropped, "but so help me. You pull what Joe did and you will find out. Understood?" Her face was stern.

Phoebe felt a cold wave rush over her as the color in her face drained a bit. She knew this woman was serious. From what Mel had said? There was no doubt Barbra Howard had a mean, vicious bite. "Yes ma'am." She quietly got out. Grabbing the glasses and placing them in the kitchen.

"I should get going. Gerald is outside, but before I do. Come summer, join us on our cruise?" Barb extended the invite. "Originally it was just going to be Melissa and an adventure to find her someone but it's clear she doesn't need my help with that."

"I'd love to join, I'm sure Mel already knows the dates." Phoebe agreed, looked over to Melissa who was staring with that look in her eyes. Both their cheeks began to warm up, both for different reasons. Phoebe snapped her head back to Barbra, proceeding to play it cool. "It was lovely to finally meet you. I enjoyed the night entirely."

"It was lovely to meet you too, Phoebe. Everyone at work will have a hard time believing you Mel." The woman gave a sly smile and left with a goodnight.

Phoebe hummed her way back into the kitchen, ready to clean up the few glasses and plates. Laughing when arms wrapped around her from behind.

"You got along with Barb just fine," Melissa whispered. Hugging tighter and becoming closer each second.

Phoebe hummed with a shrug. "You've told me so much of course I did. I want your friends and co workers to like me. I have your family down but there's bound to be more than just them at the wedding."

Melissa was silent. In her arms stood her fiancé. Soon to be wife. The gorgeous, sexy, young woman in her arms wanted to be legally bound to her. She couldn't help but feel hot at the idea. To see Phoebe on the wedding day all dressed up. To get to tell people that that was her wife.

"Earth to Melly? Wedding already giving you cold feet?" Phoebe teased, still washing the dishes. "I promise I won't take complete control and give you some say."

Melissa still wasn't back from her own world. Still staring at Phoebe's hands under the water. She couldn't seem to process the fact she was getting married again. But this time there was no jitters, no cold feet, no second thoughts. Just pure adoration and love. Her entire world was right here. "Mel? Really, what's going on back there?"

"I get to love you forever," Melissa sighed. Squeezing Phoebe one good time before pull away. She leaned on the island and just admired her fiancé. Fiancé. She loved how it sounded. This is Phoebe, my fiancé she thought to herself. "You are so beautiful."

Phoebe giggled at the compliment,  "not too bad yourself, Schemmenti." She dried off her hands and turned to mirror Melissa's pose. Seeing the shock look at the response making her smile a bit. 

"Thats my line," Melissa sassed as she squinted her eyes.  Only for them to widen as Phoebe waltzed over, getting close. Her arms trapping Melissa between the counter and herself. Melissa could feel the warmth of her breath now.

They were so close in the moment. Neither one wanting to move, a silent fight for control happening. Melissa was stubborn when it came to these stare offs. No matter how badly she wanted to give in to those sweet brown eyes. But it was different this time. The sweet brown eyes were hypnotizing her tonight. Telling her to give in for just one night. It'd be worth it if she did.

Phoebe saw the falter in Melissa's stare, knowing she won. Her head dipping close to the other's neck, slowly peppering kisses up.

"My Melly," she hummed, earning a low hum in return. Phoebe pulled back, smiling brightly at Melissa. Grabbing her hand and just pulling her towards the bedroom. Leading her in first before closing the door and coming to stand toe to toe. Her hands softly playing with the shirt. "I can't wait to marry you. To start a family. To grow together. To be together."

Melissa didn't know how to respond to this new side. It was like the title brought something out into the light. It was much more alluring than Phoebe's normal behavior. "Phoebe Schemmenti does have a nice ring to it," Melissa began to rub her hands up and down Phoebe's arms.

Phoebe hummed and leaned in for a kiss. A pleased hummed as Melissa kissed back with hunger. Pulling her by the waist to be touching. The kiss getting hotter and their breathing heavier. They stumbled backwards towards the bed. Hitting the side and falling backwards with a thump.

The kiss broke and Melissa scooted back with her arms. Entranced as Phoebe crawled up her. A devious look swirling around her eyes. "What has gotten into you?" She whispered with a smile.

"It's the title." Phoebe simply answered. Leaving kisses against Melissa's neck carefully. Only to lead her astray as she bit down of the pulse point. Soothing it with her tongue and kisses. "Something about it."

Melissa's back arched a bit when Phoebe began sucking on the point. Eager to leave a bruise but knew she couldn't. Not till summer obviously.

Phoebe let her hands wander under the shirt. Lightly trailing her hands up, bringing the shirt up with her. Wasting no second to her the fabric off and on the floor. Leaving Melissa's pink bra exposed. Phoebe loved how the color looked against her skin. It made her mouth water.

"You're staring intensely this time." Melissa poked, her finger jabbing Phoebe in the side. "If you're  going to do something, get to it."

"Someone doesn't like being kept waiting." Phoebe playfully rolled her eyes. Sitting up and removing her own shirt. Surprising Melissa with an intricate lace set. Embroidered flowers scattered about the fabric.

Melissa followed the lining with her eyes, realizing it's a one piece that still goes down. "What did I do to earn this?"

"You said yes," Phoebe pressed a kiss to her lips. Slow and soft. Taking her time with how she moved against Melissa. Her hips grinding down with precision. "Can't you picture it Melly? Our future together?"

It was something about how Phoebe was speaking that was driving Melissa mad. She felt squirmish and eager to proceed. "Pheebs..."

Her kisses began to travel. "Us in this house. Twins who run around, picture it Melly. Really picture it. The family vacations, telling your family, I want my future with you more than anything." Her words were true and sweet. Making Melissa feel dizzy at the mix of emotions.

Phoebes hands worked at the gold belt buckle, smoothly pulling off and undoing the jeans. Painfully slow dragging them down her pale legs. "Wouldn't you want that?"

"More than anything, Pheebs." Melissa was struggling to catch her breath. "I need something, anything, please. Just touch me the way you do!"

Phoebe gave one last hum, "anything for you, Schemmenti."

The jeans were yanked the rest of the way off. Leaving Melissa mostly bare. She gasped as kisses were placed along her stretch marks. "Phoebe?"

"I never tell you how beautiful you are. How insane you drive me with just a look. And then you start to speak and I loose all sense of reality." Phoebe spoke so softly, scared she might be dreaming. "I'm so happy you said yes."

The sound Melissa let out was new, but Phoebe didn't stop her actions. Continuing to pull the whimpers with just simple kisses. She kissed closer and closer to where Melissa needed her the most. Her hands snaking around the plush thighs. Pulling them more apart.

Melissa couldn't help the rush of heat that ran through her at the feelings she felt at the sight. It truly was the title. It had to be the title making Phoebe act like this. Her thoughts wanted to run on analyzing everything but couldn't focus at the first swipe. It was teasing and mean. Just barely brushing over her clit.

Phoebe didn't hold back after that. Her arms kept Melissa open while her tongue worked its magic. Listening to each moan and gasp that filled the air.

"Just like that....fuck.....oh god right there!" She panted. Tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. It was enough to hold her at the edge but not enough to set her over. "More...fuck Phoebe..."

Phoebe pressed her tongue flat and harder, earning a cry of her name as she repeated the action. Slowing as Melissa came down from her high. Love pecks being placed all over her inner thighs, which then became love marks. A painting of bruises soon formed.

Melissa was still catching her breathe as Phoebe shimmied out of her pants.

"The longer you look the more confident I'm going to feel." She smirked as she spun and posed a little bit. Popping out her ass and raising her arms. Stretching out her figure for full display. "Ruin me, Melly." She giggled and just as Melissa got up to grab her, she backed up. "But you have to catch me first," and before the red head knew it, she was playing a game of cat and mouse.

Her prize being Phoebe in any way. This was a new experience. They had never done anything near this before, but it seemed so effortless for Phoebe. So effortless to let Melissa chase her through the dimly lit house.

Melissa wanted to play along, see where this was really heading. So she grabbed a big shirt and began to search. Thinking nothing of the game till she really remembered the last time they played hide and seek. How quiet Phoebe could move around and she would never know. It was an unsettling feeling at times, when she actually had the intent to scare.

As melissa asked through the quiet house, she could feel hands on her but then once she turned around, Phoebe was no where in sight. "You little witch, face me like a woman." Her voice called out into the silence. Praying that the on edge feeling wouldn't show.

A soft hand dragged itself across her back, but just as she turned around, she found no one. Sighing, she proceeded with caution. Finding her way into the study and searching through the darkness. Heading in to get any source of light from the lamp.

"Melly," a seductive hum came from the doorway. Melissa's green eyes traced the outline. Drooling a little at the sight. "Your times up."

"I didn't know I was being timed." Melissa smirked, her feet carrying her over to stand close. "You don't make it easy for me either."

Phoebe flashed that pearly smile, "where'd be the fun in letting you win?" Her hands ran under the shirt, massaging Melissa's waist. "I won though, so it means I get to do whatever."

"Thats not fair, you only gave me like a minute." Melissa huffed with a frown. Freezing as Phoebe circled her and hugged her body tightly. Her lips hovering against her neck.

"Let me adore you Melly. You work so hard and do so much for me, let me just try and compare and give you this. Let me love you." Phoebe had the slightest whine in her voice. Desperate to please after so long.

Melissa couldn't help but feel weak in the moment. She couldn't say no if she wanted to. Phoebe had her wrapped around her pretty little finger. The way she was willing to do anything Phoebe would ask. From a simple kiss to murder.

"Fine," Melissa exhaled. Her tone seeming as if she was going to fight against it, but in the end, both knew she wouldn't.

A soft thank you was whispered before Phoebe found the pulse point again. This time loosing all control and leaving a hickey, dragging it all down the side of her neck.

Melissa loved the feeling. How Phoebes lips so easily worked against her skin. How effortless she had to try since she knew every inch of Melissa. "Pheebs...stop teasing me," she lowly warned. Her hands fidgeting just slightly at her side.

"Did you know, ever since I moved in and saw your office I couldn't stop thinking of how'd you'd look on top of it. Legs spread wide open while your head falls back. So Melly, as my prize, I want you on that desk." Her hands pushed her slightly towards the wood furniture. A glint of joy swirling in her eyes. It danced with lust and love as the two took steps in sync backwards.

Melissa lifted her self up onto the desk. Legs spreading as Phoebe came to stand in front of her. The two shared another passionate kiss. They moved slowly, knowing they were in no rush at all. But when Phoebe's hands are in the mix, Melissa needed more than just a kiss.

Phoebe could sense what she was doing, and she was too lost in the moment to keep teasing. She lowered down, leaving kisses behinds where she could.

Her eyes stared up at Melissa, finding the green ones and holding them. Her tongue giving a slow, sensual lick. She watched as the action caused the older woman's jaw to slack. Phoebe repeated the action, picking up her pace each swipe.

"You and that...that fucking tongue," Melissa grabbed a fistful of brown hair. "Fuck Phoebe, just like that!" She got out through a clenched jaw.

Melissa came with a violent jolt and a loud moan. Her thighs going to close, put were restricted. It took a second for her to process what was happening, and once she did her arms gave out. Putting her on her back as Phoebe didn't let up and kept eating her out.

"I haven't had a taste of you in too long. The amount of built up desire for you Melly, it's enough to kill a man." Phoebe's voice was low and tingly.

The room filled with strands of moans and curses as Phoebe brought Melissa over the edge multiple times more.

The three taps to her head being a signal that it was too much now. And while Melissa laid back, Phoebe ran to grab a cold towel and water. Along with an orange.

And after the cleaning up, the two sat on the floor in the living room. Leaning against each other and being content with the soft tv chatter.

The two just thinking of everything that just happened. Turning to look at each other in union, they smiled and laughed. It lasted a few seconds before Phoebe stared with a grin, "my fiancé." It was a whisper so quiet that it nearly got stolen by the wind.

[johnwhowell]

Friday JohnKu - AKA -TGIF - Fri-YayGood News

The Houston skyline darkened – Tendenci CC 3.0. Today’s  good news story comes from the Good News Network Millions of Birds Now Migrating Safely Through Darkened Texas Cities After Successful Lights Out Campaign By Andy Corby – April 18 Texas is in the middle of the most critical migratory pathway for birds moving up and down the Americas—nearly 2 billion birds, or 1 out of 3 in the US, will pass…

[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | three.

♣︎ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 4.8k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, we all know seonghwa is a dick but he pulls something that makes him even more of a dick (if that's even possible?), yunho 🥺, we finally say hello to yeosang!!

"Thank god lab was cancelled today. Can finally eat a meal in peace." Soobin sighs. "Here." He shoves his fries over to Chaery. "Too full now."

"Yay!" She claps as she takes the plate and begins to chow down on the rest of Soobin's curly fries. "They're so good. I can't believe they're already out of this when the cafeteria barely opened 30 mins ago."

"There's visitors on campus getting lunch so—" Seungmin shrugs. "Visitors getting free food and leaching off of us poor college students."

"At least the frozen yogurt machine is working!" Chaery adds.

"For now. They'll probably eat that shit up and end up breaking the machine, too. You know, visitors doing what visitors do best."

"Stop. Be nice." You scold him. "They're literally just high school seniors."

"Yeah.. so, visitors?" Seungmin furrows his brows. "I said what I said." You snort just as you finish up your frozen yogurt cup and place it down onto your tray.

"I heard that new mochi donut place opened in downtown." Soobin nonchalantly adds as he scrolls through his phone. "We should go before practice."

"We should." Chaery squeals. "I wholeheartedly agree with you for once!" Soobin furrows his brows at her before [playfully] threatening to take back his fries.

"Are you driving? I'm kinda low on gas." Seungmin asks.

"Yeah, why not?" Soobin shrugs, being the first to stand and drop off his tray. "Meet us at the library after class, Chaery?" The rest of your group follows and agrees in unison.

"Mm, sure. Guess I'll just wait around there, then. I do need to get some homework done so I can study all night." Chaery adds before looking at you. "Hey, you're seeing Yunho in class today right?"

"Sure am."

"Gonna sit next to him?" You chuckle.

"Chaery, sorry to break it to you, but that one time was a coincidence. He just didn't have anywhere else to sit."

"Whatever you say. I'm sure you'll find him in the same seat today."

"What are you, cupid?"

"Whatever you want me to be. As long as I can get you the fuck away from Park Seonghwa." She pretends to gag, making you laugh.

"You're too much."

"Call it what you want, I just care about you." She swings her arm around you as your group walks over to the library. It's quite busy at this time— lots of foot traffic, with people in and out of classes or hanging out. You, Soobin and Seungmin bid farewell to Chaery as she heads into the quiet section of the library to get work done, while the three of you head upstairs to your classrooms. There's still about 5 minutes to spare, more than enough time for you to head to your seat and settle in before class. So, you do just that— head to your seat and settle in. 

Except to your surprise, Jeong Yunho is sitting in that same seat next to you. 

You pause in your steps for a second before continuing to walk over, observing as he types away at his laptop. You're sure he can feel you coming, but he doesn't do much to acknowledge you until you take a seat. He glances over at you with a small smile, muttering a soft:

"Hi." 

"Hey Yunho."

"How was the rest of your walk?"

"My walk?" You raise a brow before it clicks in your head. "Oh, right! With Chaery. Yeah, it was good. How was yours?" You chuckle as you take out your notebook. "Were you able to get some sleep that night?" You remembered. Such a minor detail for Yunho, but you remembered.

"Uh, yeah. Enough to suffice." 

"Good." You chuckle. "By the way, thanks again for sending me that stuff. It's super helpful."

"Glad it is." Your eyes glance up to Dr. Nelson walking in and setting his things down on the front desk. Your smile fades when Dr. Nelson begins class and starts talking all this nonsense about a major paper assignment.

"Might have to bother you again for more help with this later." Yunho chuckles a bit and shakes his head.

"You're not a bother. I don't mind." He says close to a whisper. You give him one last smile before diverting your attention back to Dr. Nelson, jotting down some notes about his topic of the day. 

Class goes by as it typically does, with you being able to work with Yunho on another in-class assignment. He asks about the rest of your afternoon, and you tell him about your plans with friends, dance practice and your evening class. He simply nods before explaining that he'll be working on some other projects for the remainder of the day. It falls silent a majority of the time you're working with him, however you don't mind keeping up the conversation. He's easy to talk to, and quite frankly, you don't find Yunho the least bit intimidating or awkward.

At least, you couldn't pick up on it during your interactions with him.

You're just hoping he's fond of your company, too. Hopefully, you don't annoy him— especially when you ask for help.

"Don't work too hard, okay?" You say as you pack up your things and start to head out of the classroom. Yunho follows shortly after, slinging his backpack strap over his shoulder.

"Mm, I'll try. I do have lots of things to cross off, though."

"Would you like me to get you a mochi donut to give you some energy?" He laughs.

"That's very nice of you, but no thanks. I'll be good."

"Okay. Suit yourself." You tease before waving at him one last time. "See ya around?"

"Yeah." Is all he responds with. He watches as you meet your friends and head downstairs, with Chaery waiting for your group at the bottom of the steps. He smiles a bit when he sees you hug her like you haven't seen her in years, becoming fond of how good you look being happy.

You should be happy.

He doesn't know much about you yet, but he does appreciate your energy and how kind you are around him. 

Meanwhile, you're enjoying the walk down to the lot with your friends. You're happy to be reunited with your bestfriends, class wasn't too bad for the first time in ages and you're off to get some good mochi donuts. But of course, you've come to learn that these things don't last, and they don't last for one reason only—

"Hey." Seonghwa says, catching you as he walks out of the gym. "Can I talk to you for a second?" You sigh as you slow your pace, letting your friends walk ahead.

"Seonghwa, I don't have time. We're literally about to leave."

"Just 2 minutes." Your friends look back at you, Chaery making it very obvious of her distaste for him. He doesn't care much though, because what Seonghwa wants is what he gets. He won't stop until he gets it. "Please, 2 minutes."

"Fine." You cross your arms. "What?"

"You're still upset?"

"Why wouldn't I be, Hwa? Tell me one good reason."

"I said I was sorry. We were just talking. I didn't know I couldn't talk to my classmates."

"Right. Just talking even with your other classmate who stepped out of your car that morning, too?"

"Baby." He groans a bit. "She just needed a ride. Why do I have to explain all of this to you? You know I wouldn't do that."

"Unfortunately, no. I don't know. I don't know what you're up to when we aren't together."

"And I'm telling you now. Stop listening to other people and assuming. Just talk to me and ask me." He says. "I hate when we're like this. I don't want you mad, and I just wanna move past this." He actually sounds a bit worried, but you know better than to just let your guard down right away because he has hurt you before. He has done things 'behind your back.' He has made it very clear what you were to him. "Besides, it's not just me. That whole thing with Yunho—"

"No. You don't get to do that. You don't get to drag him into this." You shake your head. "This is such a waste of time, and we're just going in circles. I need to go." You turn but he gently grabs you by the wrist to stop you.

"Okay, okay. Baby. I'll stop. I'm sorry." There he goes again. At this point, all you can do is stare at him. You have nothing else to say, and you're not sure what else to do. Seonghwa is going in circles and you know it's because he's sorry that he got caught;

Not because he is truly and genuinely sorry about being a dick and treating you this way.

"Y/N, let's go. We don't have much time before practice." Soobin calls out, his eyes glued on Seonghwa.

"I really need to go."

"I'll come pick you up tonight then, okay? After practice." You don't say anything— don't do anything really— besides give Seonghwa one last look before turning on your heel to head back to your friends. "I'll be there." He says as you continue walking, letting out a deep sigh.

"Sorry." You climb in next to Chaery in the backseat and buckle in, with Soobin driving out of the lot.

"It's cool. We should just go so we can get back in time. Hyunjin will never let it go if we show up late." Seungmin says.

"We'll just shove a mochi donut in his face, he'll be okay." Chaery responds, texting away before turning her attention towards you. "Babe, what was that about?"

"He was just trying to apologize for how it's been."

"How.. what's been? He's always been this way so what's the difference?"

"I don't know."

"Are you seeing him later?"

"I guess."

"He better make that the best damn apology anyone has ever seen." 

"Let's hope so." You give her a pursed smile and shrug. 

Soobin takes the quick drive into downtown, pulling up to a parking spot just around the corner from the new mochi donut shop. There's a few people waiting in line outside, but it moves quick. The four of you fall in line, each chiming in about how the day went and anything new that's happened. Soobin starts to discuss plans for Christmas break that'll soon peak around the corner— explaining how he plans to go home and spend time with his baby cousins who will be in town. You find out Seungmin and Chaery also plan to go home every now and then. For you, you're not really sure what your plans are. Perhaps you'll fall in the middle since you do love seeing your mom and older sister, however the space and freedom is always nice.

The line continues to move bit by bit until your group is finally at the front. Seungmin orders two boxes to bring to the studio, while the rest of your group orders individual donuts to try out. Before eating your donut, you snap a picture and immediately think about Yunho. You second-guess texting the photo to him, but you do it anyways— hoping it will give him some kind of boost of energy for his evening.

Which, is fair. Because Yunho is in the library already struggling to get through some of this project. 

you: here's your donut! i'll eat it on your behalf.

Yunho chuckles a bit to himself before responding.

yunho: thanks. 😊 really appreciate the support.

you: hopefully you can feel the boost of energy from here!

yunho: already do!

You giggle and set your phone into your pocket before continuing on with your friends, mentally preparing for your own evening of practice and class.

Yunho makes his trek to the back parking lot like he usually does at this time, not expecting many people to be around. It's exceptionally chilly tonight that he sucks in a sharp breath to prevent his teeth from chattering too much. He does a little shimmy too, hoping it'll shake the feeling off from his bones until he gets to his car.

God, this walk couldn't be any longer.

As he finally arrives to the back lot, he catches you sitting at the same bench that he saw you sitting at last time. He lets out a breath and shakes his head, slowly walking to his car to give Seonghwa some time to make it to you before he climbs in.

Too bad that doesn't fucking happen.

He tried, he really tried to walk as slow as he could in this cold weather, but he couldn't prolong it any further. He pops his trunk and tosses his bag in, contemplating what his next move is when he sees you wiping away at your face. You're crying, and sitting in the cold— it's a damn shame he can't molly-whop Seonghwa's ass into the next lifetime right at this very moment.

"Fucking dick." He mutters to himself when he climbs into his car and drives over to the entrance, quickly hopping out to jog over to you with his extra jacket in hand. You don't really notice him though [and he doesn't wanna scare the hell out of you], so he stops at a certain distance before clearing his throat. You turn to him with watery eyes, but you manage to put on a tiny smile for him anyway. Probably to try and hide the fact that you're crying over Park Seonghwa, but it's too late. 

He knows.

"Yunho, hi." You wipe at your face once more. "What're you doing here?"

"I was just about to leave, but I saw you sitting here."

"Oh, no. Don't worry about me. My ride is.. coming." You pause a bit in between words.

"You sure?" Yunho cocks a brow up and you nod. No.

"Yes." You lie anyway. Truth be told, you know Seonghwa isn't coming at this point but you still hold onto hope. It's been close to a fucking hour and you ridiculously hold onto hope. You glance at Yunho but his facial expression shows that he doesn't believe you one bit. 

He knows, he knows.

So, he gestures towards his car and purses his lips together.

"It's freezing. If you really wanna wait for him, you can wait in my car until he gets closer." Is all he says. Wow, he really knows. "I just can't let you wait here any longer by yourself." You look at him and immediately know through his look alone that he's not gonna let this one go. You simply give him a curt nod before standing. He extends his arms out when you get a little closer, draping his jacket over your shoulders. It's a thick zip-up, and Yunho's scent lingers on the fabric. He smells good, you think— hints of an earthy, woody cologne he uses, mixed with laundry detergent. "You can wear my jacket for now to warm up."

"Yunho, you really don't have to."

"I do." He says in a gentle tone. He swings his passenger door open, allowing you to settle in before hopping in the driver's seat. He instantly turns up the heat before sitting back and scrolling through his phone, picking a song on his playlist to play softly in the background.

"He's not coming." You say close to a whisper as you fiddle with your fingers on your lap, Yunho cocking his head to the side to look at you.

"I'll take you home then."

"No, it's alright. I can call my roommates—"

"We live in the same community, it's not a problem Y/N." He chuckles.

"Right. Thank you." You look up at him and he gives you a toothless smile before driving off. It's a little awkward, embarrassing even, that you were caught crying over somebody who didn't deserve the tears. Somebody who stood you up and left you in the cold, somebody who didn't even care to text or call. Somebody who is probably getting busy as we speak—

Yeah, definitely undeserving.

You almost wanna cry again as you look out the window, feeling so incredibly small and stupid for this shit. But, it's like Yunho knows what's going on in your head, what you're feeling like. He doesn't have to ask, and quite frankly, he's pretty pissed himself that Seonghwa could just continuously leave you out in the cold like that. Who the fuck does that?

"You deserve better." Yunho says, running his finger across his bottom lip as he continues to keep his eyes on the road.

"I know."

"I don't know the whole story, and I can't say I understand, but you can't keep hoping Seonghwa will change for you. He's an absolute dick."

"Yeah, he is." You admit it with a whisper. Yunho won't say anything more though, he didn't necessarily pick you up to lecture you. 

"Is there anything you need before going home?" You shake your head.

"No, just wanna get home and get comfy." 

"Okay."

"I definitely need to get you lunch now." He chuckles and shakes his head.

"You don't owe me anything."

"So, you don't wanna have lunch with me tomorrow?" You look at him all doe-eyed and he can't help but smile bigger. You're cute.

"Never said that. I just don't want you to repay me for anything."

"Just this once?" You pout a bit. You're so cute. "We can go to that new brunch place in town."

"If you wanted to hang out, you could've just asked." He smirks and you let out a small snort.

"Funny." You turn to him. "Seriously. If you're free, let me buy you lunch. At least something to say thank you for keeping me warm and out of the cold." He nods.

"Sure. I have a good break in between classes tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll just text you when I get out of my class then." You lean your head back against the headrest and stare out the window, exhaustion slowly starting to hit you. "By the way, that literature review you helped me with? I got an A on it."

"Sweet. Nice to know I can be of help." You chuckle.

"You're a lot of help." Yunho smiles to himself as he continues to drive, a comfortable silence falling in the car for the rest of the way. 

When he pulls into the lot, he snags a parking spot near his building just because he knows he'll walk you over to yours. It's a small, tightknit community, and the walk to your building is merely across the parking lot, but it's his priority to make sure you get home safely. He does a slight jog to open your door before popping the trunk to grab your things, handing you your bag with a soft smile on his face.

He's cute.

"Well, I'm there, so.." You point towards your building. "See you tomorrow?" He shakes his head.

"Come on, I'll walk you."

"Yunho—"

"It's a quick walk."

"You do too much for me." He looks at the ground and lazily kicks at the fallen leaves.

"I don't think so. This is the bare minimum, and it's quite obvious someone hasn't been putting in the effort." He sucks on his bottom lip while looking at you.

"You can say that."

"I don't mean to say this in an attacking manner or anything."

"No I know, Yunho. I know you wouldn't do that." 

"Good." He stops in front of the stairs that'll lead you up to your unit.

"Thanks for everything tonight."

"Anytime."

"Goodnight Yunho, walk safely." He lets out a small laugh.

"Goodnight Y/N." He watches as you slowly walk up the steps, only turning when he feels satisfied enough to leave you. 

"Oh, Yunho!" You call for him around the corner of the steps and poke your head out. "Your jacket?"

"You can just give it to me tomorrow."

"Okay. Goodnight!"

"Night." He chuckles, digging his hands into his pockets as he walks off to his apartment.

Per usual, he steps in and hears his roommate yelling at his computer screen while locked away in his room. His roommate is cool and all, but they talk here and there; not too often. Yeosang is usually minding his own business with his own group of friends, in and out of the apartment with the occasional guest over. Other times, he's locked in his room while playing games. He cooks ramen a lot, and he typically asks Yunho if he wants some— which is nice of him, and he's grateful. Yunho is okay with being in his own company for the most part. As a matter of fact, it's less of a headache that way since he doesn't have to worry much about others around him. He's always been quiet and more reserved, moreso just for the sake of his own peace. He doesn't go out of his way for people, so he finds himself chuckling at the fact that he pulled all that shit for you. Not saying you weren't worth the trouble, but it felt so out of character that he wasn't sure what he was trying to do here. Though, he can say he does find comfort in your company and he can't say that for a lot of people. It's easy for him to feel relaxed around you even though he hasn't spent a lot of time with you outside of the classroom. It's just who you are and how you carry yourself. Your aura, your personality.

It's nice, refreshing really. You don't have to try to be these things, it comes naturally.

Suddenly, Yeosang's door swings open and he's walking out in a baggy black tee and sweats. Yunho decides he'll cook up some spam.

"What's up, dude." Yeosang grabs a water bottle from the fridge.

"I'm about to cook some spam, do you want some?" Yeosang shakes his head.

"I'm good, thanks. Had dinner earlier." Yeosang looks at him with a brow cocked up. "Surprised you didn't grab anything on your way home?"

"Was gonna but got caught up with something as I was about to leave."

"Something or someone?"

"Someone." Yunho shrugs.

"Are you seeing someone?"

"What, no?! I just ran into Y/N and she was having a rough night."

"Y/N? The junior messing with Park Seonghwa?" Yeosang says and Yunho rolls his eyes. Unbelievable. You can't even spell your name without Seonghwa nowadays.

"Uh, yeah her." 

"Surprised that's still a thing." Yeosang does a slight head tilt. "He must have some feelings, right? I've never seen him hold onto someone for so long the way he does with Y/N." Yunho shrugs. He doesn't really wanna talk about this right now, let alone think about you and Seonghwa. Because what does Yeosang even mean? Feelings?

The truth is that Seonghwa is a dumbass and that's that.

He doesn't do feelings.

"He left her out in the cold for close to an hour, so. Highly doubt it's that." Yunho says with a subtle hint of venom in his words. Yeosang catches on though, even when Yunho tries to avoid eye contact and continues to quietly cook away at his spam.

"Poor girl. She really deserves better." Yunho finally looks at him for a brief moment, but gives him a quick nod before returning his attention to the pan.

"Sure you don't want any?"

"Positive. Thanks." Yunho shrugs just as Yeosang begins to head back to his room. "Alright, calling it a night." Yunho nods in acknowledgement before Yeosang can shut his door. Once he's finished cooking, he shuts off the heat, cleans a bit and takes his bowl into his room.

The only lights bouncing off of the walls are from his computer screens. There's something soothing about sitting in a dimly lit room at this time of night, especially when Yunho finds his mind wandering. He's eating and catching up on his show, but he's not really catching onto anything that's happening or what's being said. Before he can even think about what he's trying to do, he picks up his phone and pulls up your message thread. He chuckles to himself a bit re-reading the message you sent him with a picture of your mochi donut.

Cute.

He doesn't really think much about other people, but he's wondering if you're okay. He still can't believe Seonghwa left you out in the cold, and he knows you have been crying.

No, he needs to give you space. You give him some attention and now he's acting up.

No, Yunho.

Chill the fuck out.

He sighs to himself and shoves his phone to the side, erasing every possible text he could draft in his head because he won't send you a text. He'll let you be. He'll give you your space, let you be in your own peace.

Besides, you might prefer to recover alone. Recharge alone. Be alone.

He hopes you are okay.

He hopes you are warm and comfortable, and that you aren't crying over Park Seonghwa's dumbass.

Hopefully, sleep finds you.

But tonight, he doesn't think sleep will find him.

"Hey." You shuttle into the apartment and toss your things aside. "Chaery and Soobin aren't home yet?"

"Hey, no. They have some studying to get done and wanted to do it at the library." Seungmin's eyes glaze over you. "I thought you were gonna be with Seonghwa?" He asks as he cooks himself a cheese quesadilla.

"Well, he never picked me up."

"What?" Seungmin furrows his brows as he angrily shuts off the burner and turns to you. "I swear I'll fight him. It's freezing outside. Doesn't he know that?"

"I know, Seungmin. Please don't tell Soobin or Chaery, I don't wanna hear it right now." He sighs heavily and shakes his head as if to dismiss his thoughts.

"Fine, whatever. I just hope this finally gives you enough of a reason to stop messing with him." You look down, feeling like a child being scolded by their parent. "So how did you get home? Whose jacket are you wearing?" He comes closer to inspect you.

"It's.. Yunho's."

"Yunho? How did you get Yunho's jacket?"

"He saw me waiting out in the cold and gave me his jacket."

"He took you home?" You nod.

"Yeah, when I told him Seonghwa wasn't gonna come."

"I'm really glad he was there."

"I am too. He even walked me to the steps before leaving."

"God, Y/N. You've gotten so used to the way Seonghwa treats you, and to be honest, I hate it. He's a piece of shit. Just date Yunho." You sigh. 

"Not you, too."

"I mean, I'm partially joking, but Yunho has already done more for you in these past days than Seonghwa has the past months. You're my bestfriend, and you know I love you. You're way too good for him."

"Yunho and I are just friends, classmates even. We don't really talk like that."

"Still, he manages to help you when you need it the most without asking for anything in return. Says a lot about his character."

"I'm just gonna go shower." Seungmin sighs when he sees you hauling your things into your room. "I still have some homework to get done."

"Do you want me to make you some food?"

"Sure, whatever you whip up, I'll eat." You give him a small, but somewhat defeated, smile. "Thank you."

"Of course." And with that, you head in for a long, hot shower, unsure of how to feel tonight. You knew you needed to stop messing with Seonghwa, but you weren't sure why it was hard for you to cut him off. Maybe it was the attention you received behind doors, Seonghwa being a different Seonghwa that showered you in love, care— even though you knew he didn't entirely mean it. That he didn't genuinely care or feel for you, that he can't commit to you and only you.

He likes the idea of you the most, not you.

But Seonghwa wasn't the only thing occupying your thoughts, it was definitely Yunho, too. You couldn't help but wonder where all of that came from when you didn't know much about him and he didn't know much about you.

Maybe you were used to the way that Seonghwa treated you. It's not that Yunho was doing too much, it was the fact that you already expected less.

You were used to less.

Not even the bare minimum.

Hopping out of the shower, Seungmin has a hot bowl of rice with a sausage and egg omelett sitting on your desk along with a piping hot cup of green tea [drenched in honey, just the way you like it]. You smile and dig in, scrolling through your phone to see a notification from Seonghwa—

seonghwa: fuck baby, i'm sorry. something came up

seonghwa: where are you? 

seonghwa: i'm so sorry about everything, i know we've been fighting lately and i haven't been my best towards you. i'll make it up to you, i promise

seonghwa: baby please, talk to me. can i come get you now?

You roll your eyes and toss your phone aside, pulling out your laptop so you can finish up your homework. You don't feel like responding to Seonghwa, and you don't feel like thinking about him any longer.

He's already taken up too much of your time and effort.

You slip on your headphones and power through the rest of the assignments you had left. It wasn't much, and it doesn't take long, so you begin to draft out bits and pieces to your literature paper. 

Suddenly, you think of Yunho again.

A small smile is etched across your face when you remember his company tonight. You really are truly grateful he stepped in and brought you home.

Maybe he's on his walk, you're not sure. But, you don't want to be a bother.

You just hope he's okay and that he's taking care of himself after tonight. 

He deserves it.

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• Gegenwart (German, present)

Warnings: Smut & Fluff, sweet mornings, kissies, there is a smutty surprise in this chapter aye, there is also explicit Yoongi smut, Dom!Yoongi, subby!Reader, sex on a table & against the table, standing doggy, spanking, choking & breathplay, biting, praising, he calls her his good girl, dirty talk, nipple play, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), overstimulation (f.receiving), squirting, he makes her cum so good that she pisses herself :’), major strength kink, he makes her cry from too much pleasure, she is a pain slut in this haha, send help he is so rough but in a hot & loving kinda way, this is desperate & needy fucking, sweet & caring aftercare, all of them are happy and I am :(, this is the end of something and therefore it will always be a little sad, they went through so much and are finally happy, I love them so much

Wordcount: 13k

a/n: i’m repeating myself, but all  i want is their happiness :(

The entire estate smells of it. It is sharp and strong. You know exactly where the smell comes from. The kitchen. 

You ought to check it out.

“Tae? What are you doing? The entire estate reeks of it.”

The culprit of the terrible smell turns around.

“Please don’t look”, he exclaims, “I didn’t do anything!”

You snort, staring at the heap of burned pancakes he threw on a plate.

“Ah yes and those burned pancakes appeared out of thin air”, you tell him as you make your way to him.

He eyes them with sheepish embarrassment.

“This wasn’t my doing. Someone came in here and tried to cook you breakfast.”

“Ah. Someone you say? And where is that someone now?”

“I chased them away.”

You laugh, giving his butt a soft pat.

“You are silly. Come, give me that before you end up burning everything”, you tell him, pushing him away from the pan with the help of your hips. You snatch the spatula out of his hands and grip the pan handle.

“Darling no, you are ruining the entire point of this”, he whines, giving you sad puppy eyes.

“What point? I thought you chased the culprit away.”

“No, you shouldn’t-”, he tries to steal the spatula from you, “this wasn’t the plan”, he whines.

“And what is the plan? You ruining my good pan?”

He pouts. You grin fondly. He looks oh so adorable with his bangs ruffled in the front and his cheeks still puffy from sleep.

“Don’t pout. Come here, give me a kiss.”

Taehyung obeys happily, leaning in for a sweet kiss. He rests his chin atop your shoulder afterwards, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Your lips are so soft, darling”, he whispers and nuzzles.

He makes you smile. You flip the pancake, pressing down on the edges to makes sure it gets fried equally.

“I promise you, I will master pancakes one day. Just you wait”, he tells you.

“I don’t doubt that.”

“You are mocking me, aren’t you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Hey”, he pinches your shoulder with his teeth, making you giggle, “tch, you are so mean.”

You place the first good pancake on a fresh plate, then pour new batter into the pan. It sizzles quietly.

“Do you have any plans for today?” he asks you.

“I was planning on taking care of the greenhouse. Finally. I neglected it for too long. Why?”

“I was just asking”, he says and for a few moments you and him are silent as you cook the pancakes.

You managed to finish two pancakes when Taehyung speaks again. He is back hugging you by now, leaving innocent little kisses on your neck and shoulder.

“What would you say to doing my hair?” he asks you.

You crane your neck to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“You told me that you are quite talented in doing hair, so I thought that maybe you could help me with my hair.”

You inspect it for a moment. It has grown quite remarkably these days. Down to his cheeks and with more length in the back.

“You are not serious, are you?” you ask him. Oh how terribly exciting.

“I am very serious”, he gives you a boyish grin, “please say yes.”

“Yes, oh my god”, you exclaim, laughing.

“Yay”, he squeezes your waist, “you are the best, my sweetest.”

“No, you are. This is a dream”, you have to giggle, reaching up to ruffle his hair, “what’s your vision?”

“Just thin it a little in the back, it’s getting really messy whenever I’m hot.”

“Why? That’s the fun part”, you say, giving him a gentle tug, “I can ruffle it up when I go at you.”

“___”, he gasps, “why would you say that?”

You snicker, “because you’re cute when you fluster”, you say, drawing closer to peck his lips. You stay close afterwards, letting your voice tickle his lips, “I can’t stop thinking about last night”, you rasp, “you were so goddamn perfect.”

Taehyung sighs your name, fingers clasping your lower back, “you’re flustering me”, he confesses.

“Good”, you peck his lips, abandoning him in his dizziness to return to the pancakes. You flip it skilfully, pressing down on it to make sure that it gets that initial, equal browning.

Taehyung studies you for a few moments. If he still had a heartbeat it would be racing abysmally right now. Not only because your flirting flusters him, but also because he is so happy. You are the Real You again. Maybe more confident than before, but Taehyung loves that you are. You deserve to feel confident because you are the most incredible person. Oh, he is so in love with you.

He seeks your tenderness, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it softly.

You purr and lean into him as you prepare another pancake.

“I can’t stop thinking about it either”, he whispers, dancing the tip of his nose up your neck until he can kiss the shell of your ear, “I am so happy to have you back.”

You smile, caressing his arm, “I’m happy to be back. I missed out on so much time.”

“We have to make up for it then. We have all eternity for it after all.”

“Yes, I guess you are right. Wow, I’m actually a witch”, you say and laugh breathily, “that’s so cool.”

“I agree and very attractive. I want you to use your magic on me one day. I have a book all about sexual magic. Maybe you want to read it.”

You turn in his arm, caressing his chest, “sexual magic you say?”

Taehyung nods his head, “seduction spells and love potions and very interesting stuff like laced ropes to stop me from ripping through them.”

“Mhm, that sounds interesting indeed”, you say and snicker.

Taehyung blushes, “I apologise. I know, now is not the time yet. First you need to master your skills with Yoongi’s guidance. Although, I think that you already mastered a lot by yourself, which is very impressive.”

“Thank you, I still feel like an imposter, but I think that’s just a general issue of mine.”

“You’re not an imposter. You are very skilled”, Taehyung says with a stern nod of his head.

“Thank you, you are so sweet”, you say, drawing closer to kiss his lips. You turn back to the stove afterwards, flipping the pancake.

“Hah”, Taehyung exclaims, “now you burned it as well.”

“It’s only because you distracted me with your sexual magic”, you chuckle.

“No, you can’t blame me. It is because pancakes are way too difficult.”

“Of course, that is the reason. You know what? What do you think about making some oatmeal as well? I don’t think we can actually consume any of those pancakes.”

“Yes, whatever suits your fancy. Shall I prepare some tea in the meantime?”

“Yes, that would be lovely.”

Jimin joins you in the kitchen as you are busy preparing the oatmeal. Like always he doesn’t wear much more but pants. He has his hair down this morning, making his cheeks appear puffier than they actually are.

“What are you guys making? It stinks like burned corpse” he asks, strutting to the fridge.

“Someone came in here and tried to make pancakes for ___ and they burned them all”, Taehyung explains, sending you a sheepish grin. You chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Ah of course they did”, Jimin smiles fondly, “did you chase them away, Taetae?”

“Of course I did”, Taehyung says proudly.

Jimin and you chuckle. The black haired vampire joins your side, getting on his tiptoes to press a sweet kiss on Taehyung’s cheek. Taehyung leans in with a happy giggle.

“I didn’t expect anything else from you, Taetae”, Jimin whispers against his cheek before stepping back and busying himself with the coffee maker, “do you guys want coffee?”

“No, I’m preparing tea”, Taehyung says, “darling, do you want black tea or green tea?”

“Black please. With milk if that’s possible.”

“Whole milk, of course”, Taehyung says, nodding his head.

“You remember”, you smile, “thank you, my sweetest.”

“Not at all. Everything for my darling”, Taehyung coos, making you giggle because he is so adorable.

Jimin, who watched you flirt, smiles.

“Did you guys fuck?” he asks boldly.

“Why are you asking that?” you gasp, “is it that obvious?”

“Yup, very”, Jimin says and grins, “good. You guys shouldn’t fight.”

“She pegged me, Jimin”, Taehyung says excitedly.

Jimin lifts his brows in surprise, “well that….” he clears his throat awkwardly.

“Don’t say that, Tae. Gosh, so embarrassing”, you mumble.

“Why? Jimin and I tell each other everything”, Taehyung whines with a pout, “you wanted to know, didn’t you?”

“Sure, you can tell me”, Jimin says.

“Splendid. Oh you guys, we should really have that threesome soon”, he says with a big smile, “now that you are getting along, there is nothing stopping us anymore. Right? It is not like you didn’t fuck before.”

Jimin clears his throat awkwardly, sneaking a glance at you. You glance at him as well, looking awkwardly nervous. You and him are thinking the same thing. Ah yes there was that one night at the club. You feel your tummy flutter at the memory.

“Hah, yeah”, Jimin laughs nervously, touching the side of his neck, “I guess there was something like that.”

“I bet you must want each other again”, Taehyung says innocently.

You and Jimin widen your eyes simultaneously, looking away a second later. Jimin coughs loudly while you busy yourself with stirring the oatmeal.

“I am sorry”, Taehyung giggles, “I know I shouldn’t assume. I apologise, I am just so excited.”

“It’s alright Tae”, Jimin whispers, sneaking a glance at you when you aren’t looking, “seriously, it’s good”, he adds under his breath, breaking his eyes away again and clearing his throat.

He takes his finished cup of coffee, sipping on it to taste it. He nods his head in agreement.

“Do you have any plans for today, Jimin?” Taehyung asks him.

“Me? I actually just wanted to drink my coffee and then continue renovations.”

“Ah yes of course. Shall I help you later?”

“If you want to.”

“I do”, Taehyung says and begins cutting up a few dates and almonds for the oatmeal, while you lower the heat for now.

“The oatmeal’s almost done. Should we tell the others that breakfast is almost finished?” you ask into the room.

“Yes, we could. We shall take watch”, Taehyung says.

“Mhm do that. I’ll get Yoongi. Can you text Kook?”

“I’ll text him”, Jimin says.

“Nice. I’ll check up on Yoongi. I’m sure that he is awake already.”

“Don’t take too long. Your tea is almost ready”, Taehyung calls after you. 

“Got it. Don’t forget to stir the oatmeal.”

You walk to Yoongi’s wing with a certain lighthearted skip in your steps. You feel so good. The mornings are so beautiful lately and you know that it is only because Yoongi is finally back. Knowing that you will meet him awake and healthy in his bedroom instead of grey and half-dead makes you want to do cartwheels in the middle of the hallway. You can’t do cartwheels, but you really, really want to.

You open the door to his wing, stifling a giggle. It’s so beautiful here. The curtains are open, letting in the morning light. The freshly fallen snow outside reflects it, making it appear brighter than it actually is. You stop for a quick moment, resting your hands on the window sill. If you get on your tiptoes and press your cheek against the glass you can spot the greenhouse at the other end of the estate. It looks almost out of place in the snowy landscape, as if someone dropped a paintbrush covered in green paint on a white canvas. You like it a lot. You really have to visit it again. You can’t remember the last time you actually took time to stroll through it. You giggle, pushing yourself off to continue your morning walk. Today is such a good day.

Your heart speeds up more and more the closer to Yoongi’s bedroom you come. He will be healthy and well behind the big door. You are so, so excited to see him. So excited in fact that you completely forget to knock.

He has ambers of a past fire glowing in the chimney and his curtains still drawn closed. Enough light shines into the room to illuminate it in a bluish haze. The air is soaked with the scent of his shower gel, courtesy of his bathroom door being open from last night’s shower.

“Good morning my love, I-”, you halt in your tracks, gawking at the bed. 

You were right, Yoongi is awake. Oh, he is very awake. He is in a white tunic while the rest of his body is hidden under the fluffy covers. He isn’t alone. Jungkook is with him, resting halfway on his tummy and with his fingers gripping the edge of the pillow. His face is scrunched up, but hidden halfway under the curtains of Yoongi’s long hair as the latter hovers over him. Jungkook is whimpering repeatedly with the distinct movements of Yoongi’s skilled hips. 

They slow down once you interrupt them by barging into the room. 

Yoongi lifts his head from Jungkook’s face, looking at you through the messy strands of his hair and with his eyes heavy in pleasure. Jungkook opens his eyes as well, looking droopy in bliss. They study you with tense silence between you.

“I am so sorry, I did not expect you guys to, to do that”, you stutter, turning your side to them to minimise some of the damage done. 

“You’re welcome to join”, Yoongi rasps and buries his face back in Jungkook’s neck. 

“Ah, hyung”, Jungkook moans, eyes falling closed.

Yoongi begins moving his hips again, filling the room with Jungkook’s whimpers and the creaking of the springs.

“That’s it my sweet one, relax”, Yoongi whispers and places his hand over Jungkook’s, “keep it just like that, you’re taking me so well”, he praises and rewards Jungkook with skilled rolls of his hips. Jungkook reacts in pitched moans and his fingers gripping Yoongi’s hand. You react by pressing your leg together.

Yoongi lifts his head, pinning you down with a look.

“What’s your answer?” he asks you. 

You gulp, eyes glued to them. Jungkook’s mouth is open widely, his eyes are squeezed shut. Yoongi is making sure the younger vampire is making the sweetest sounds with drawn out movements of his hips.

“I don’t- I just- you- we’re making breakfast”, you stutter, “do you guys want some too?”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi nods his head, “did you hear her, Kookie? Do you want breakfast?”

“Yes”, Jungkook moans, “yes, please don’t stop please.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi purrs, pecking Jungkook’s cheek before looking back at you, “I’m just gonna make Kookie cum and then we’ll join you, yeah? It won’t take long.”

“Yeah uh, holy fuck why are you guys so hot?”

Yoongi smirks and chuckles.

“The offer still stands”, he says, returning to his spot against Jungkook’s neck. 

The younger vampire keens in reaction, tilting his head back to reveal more of his neck to Yoongi’s hungry lips. 

“Such a good boy, Kookie. You’re my good boy”, you hear Yoongi rasp and then watch his hand press Jungkook’s hand deep into the pillow to pin him into place, “there we go, fuck back onto my cock. Good boy, such a good boy.”

“Hyung…”

You leave the room before you can intrude even more, stumbling back to the kitchen with wobbly knees. Holy fuck. This is really happening. Yoongi and Jungkook are really having the most intense morning sex right now. This is actually your life. Holy moly.

“Did you know?”

Taehyung turns around, studying you in question. He was stirring the oatmeal before that. Jimin isn’t in the kitchen anymore, probably having returned to renovating his new wing.

“Is that why you let me leave? Because you knew?”

“I don’t seem to understand”, he murmurs, watching you hurry to him in big steps, “darling what’s the matter? You smell….” he inhales deeply, “oh.”

“Don’t”, you whine, trying to mask the scent by pulling your jumper down your body.

“Is Yoongi naked?” Taehyung asks, “did you see him naked, mhm?” he wiggles his brows. 

“No, I didn’t. Don’t probe.”

“What then?” he asks and listens. 

“Tae no.”

“Oh”, he lets out, “oh?” he widens his eyes, “oh”, he parts his lips, “oh?!”

“Don’t listen in, this is so rude”, you whisper, nudging his chest lightly. 

“Since when are those two fucking?”

“Since always? You know that this is how Jungkook learns not to be violent during sex.”

“Oh, I am aware of their practices, but not of their actual sex. This just changed my worldview.”

“Is it that bad?”

“No, it’s wonderful”, Taehyung smiles boyishly, “oh, it is so obvious now. No wonder Yoongi always smells so good in Jungkook’s presence. He is in love, just as he is with you.”

“Oh dear”, you fluster.

“It makes such sense. No wonder. Kook is such a wonderful person and Yoongi spent so much time with him. Oh, it was bound to happen”, Taehyung says and giggles, “my sweetest, these are the best news”, he takes your hands, “now all I must do is to make Yoongi grow fond of me as well and then we can truly all see each other. Just imagine us. All together. Imagine all the orgies we could have.”

“Okay please don’t say that if you aren’t ready to bear the consequences”, you say, wiggling out of his hold.

“The consequences?”

“Yes. Me being even hornier than before.”

Taehyung chuckles, “I am very willing to bear those consequences.”

“Urgh Tae”, you groan, plopping your head against his chest, “I’m such a mess. Why did I have to walk in on them? Why are you saying that?”

“Poor woman”, he coos, massaging your neck softly, “what shall I do with you? Mhm?”

You whine, pulling him closer by his waist. Taehyung stumbles into you with a fond chuckle, rubbing your upper back gently. 

Yoongi and Jungkook enter the kitchen then.

“What’s wrong with her?” Yoongi asks upon which you lift your head and turn to look at him.  

He is dressed completely but with his tunic tugged into his pants messily, while Jungkook is wearing one of Yoongi’s ropes. Both vampires have their long hair tied out of their faces.

“I’m horny and it’s your fault.”

“I offered multiple times, you decided to run off instead”, Yoongi says nonchalantly as he struts to you. He leans in for a sweet kiss, making your knees buckle. He tastes like good sex and Jungkook. It’s a dangerous combination. You feel dizzy once he pulls back. He gives your chin a soft pinch, playful eyes running over you face slowly. “Don’t put this on me, princess.”

“You’re such a menace”, you whisper, making his eyes soften in fondness.

“Mhm”, he hums, stepping back to give Jungkook his space.

“Why didn’t you join us?” Jungkook asks, hurrying to you in light steps. He kisses your cheek then moves in to kiss Taehyung.

“Who? Me or ___?” Taehyung teases.

Jungkook giggles, “don’t say that, Tae.”

“Why not? Oh Kookie, you smell so good”, Taehyung coos, nuzzling into Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook laughs loudly, throwing his head back as he wraps his arms around Taehyung in a hug. The two vampires are stumbling, loosing themselves in a loving fight for kisses. You turn your attention to the oatmeal.

Yoongi places himself right behind you, making you look over your shoulder in question. He steps closer, forcing his chest to press into your back.

“What are you doing?”

He wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a little squeeze.

“Gosh, you cutie”, you say, intertwining your fingers with his’, “that’s nice.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and resting his chin on your shoulder.

You crane your neck, trying to look at him. He sends a shy look at Taehyung and Jungkook, letting you know that he is still very shy about being publicly affectionate but that he wants to try.

“You’re so cute”, you tell him.

It flusters him and so he ends up hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He purrs softly and so quietly that only you can hear – and most importantly feel – it.

“You smell so good”, he lulls, tugging you closer, “why didn’t you join us?”  

“I just didn’t wanna disrupt you”, you confess.

“You don’t. I always want you”, Yoongi assures you, kissing your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi lulls his words, “I nutted too early ‘cause I thought of you. Imagined you join us and kiss my neck. That shit made me so sensitive.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp.

Yoongi chuckles deeply, lifting his head and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I heard you’re making breakfast”, he says, running his fingers up and down your tummy as he looks into the pot, “oatmeal. That smells really good.”

You glance at him.

Yoongi notices instantly, locking eyes with you just so he can flash you a playful grin.

“You’re so mean”, you mumble.

Yoongi chuckles, leaning in to peck your cheek.

“You’re so cute”, he whispers, nuzzling his nose into you for one last sniff before he pulls back, “I’m setting the table. Who wants to eat?” he asks.

“I do”, Jungkook says, “I feel like oatmeal today.”

“Not for me, thank you. I plan on going hunting with Jimin later”, Taehyung dismisses him, returning to the task of back hugging Jungkook and making the latter giggle each time he nibbles on his neck.

“You smell so good, Kookie”, he coos, “good sex always makes you smell heavenly.”

“Baby, stop”, Jungkook laughs, fighting him gently “seriously.”

Taehyung giggles and pulls Jungkook closer, erupting another wave of laughter from him.  

You look away in order to give them their privacy, turning off the stove and pushing the pot of oatmeal to the side. You open the fridge in search of something savoury only to find nothing.

“Damn”, you say, “I really gotta go grocery shopping later. Hey guys, Imma go down to the cellar and see if we still have something down there.”

“Yes, yes”, Taehyung acknowledges you absentmindedly in sync with slipping his hand into Jungkook’s rope. 

Jungkook reacts in a gasp and a whine of Taehyung’s name, dropping his head against the latter’s shoulder. Taehyung chuckles deeply, clearly feeling up the younger vampire’s chest.

You don’t get to witness what happens next as you are too busy leaving for the cellar in happy steps.

Someone calls your name behind you as you are already in the hallway. You turn. 

Yoongi is jogging to catch up with you. Your heart flutters at the aspect of it, your entire face lights up. 

“Hey”, he says and intertwines his fingers with you as he comes to an abrupt stop. 

“Hey there.”

“Can I come with you? They’re making out.”

You snicker, “of course they are. I would love to have you come with me”, you say and smile, “come”, you tug him with you, “I really hope that we still have some food in the storage. I crave something salty.”

“Did you finish all the carbonara?”

“Yes, last night. It was so yummy”, you say, lighting the torches as you walk past them. 

Yoongi watches it happening with a proud sparkle in his fond eyes. 

“Tae and I shared a kinky night and I got hungry afterwards.”

“Yeah? Did you have fun?”

You nod your head, “so much. Do you know what pegging is?” you ask and turn around, forcing Yoongi to stumble to a stop. 

He blinks rapidly, looking beyond flustered.

“I, I mean I- uh, ye-yeah, yeah I guess I do. Why?”

You run your eyes up and down his face, making him gulp. 

“Mhm”, you shrug your shoulders, “just so”, you say and turn to continue walking.

Yoongi follows you with heated cheeks.

“I did it with Tae last night. It was so much fun. I felt so powerful”, you say and light the next torch especially brightly. 

Yoongi squeezes your hand because of it, drawing closer to you like a hypnotized, obsessed animal. 

“Do you think that maybe you would want to do that with me one day?”

“What?” Yoongi gasps. 

You stop and turn around. He stumbles into you with a huff of air. 

“Can I fuck your ass one day?”

Yoongi widens his eyes and looks away. 

“What in the devil’s name, woman?” he murmurs, touching the side of his neck, “you can’t just say that.”

“Why not?” you giggle. 

“Because what if…you can’t…I don’t know, just don’t say it.”

You kiss his glowing cheek. 

“I missed your cute ass so fucking much”, you say, touching his chest as you draw closer. Your eyes race over his features, your heart flutters like crazy. He looks so pretty in the light of the torches.

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly and scrunches his nose up. 

“You know that I’m just playing, right?”

He lifts his eyes. “Huh?” he lets out, tilting his head in confusion.

“I only wanna do stuff you’re comfortable with.”

“I know”, Yoongi whispers, looking at your lips. He touches your waist, stepping closer. His fingers squeeze your sides, his eyes lower yearningly. “I’m comfortable”, he breathes, parting his lips.

“Fuck, Yoongi…”

You can feel the electricity prickle on your skin. It’s just you and him. The first time you reconnected again was blurred by emotions, then you and he shared the night with someone else and now you are here. Alive, healthy, well rested and head cleared of overwhelming emotions. This right here is fucking real and it’s goddamn fucking addicting.

Yoongi slides his hand to the small of your back. His touch is electric, laced with warmth. No more cold skin. You have his warmth back. And it’s messing with your head. 

You run your hand to the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. He is finally restored to his full-self, which means his senses are as heightened as they can be. Your touch is heavy. Not in physicality, but in emotional impact. Yoongi swears, it gets hard to breathe because of it. 

Closer. You part your lips just as Yoongi does. Your noses almost touch, your tongues crave for the sweet taste of each other’s kiss.

“Princess”, he whispers.

“Yoongi”, you breathe.

“Why didn’t you join us?”

“I just wanted you guys to have your moment.”

“You’re so unfair.”

You draw closer, moaning softly. Yoongi purrs, chasing you as his fingers twist the fabric of your jumper. You feel dizzy. All you need is his kiss. 

“I wanna kiss you so fucking bad”, Yoongi confesses and pulls your hips against his’. 

You sigh his name, giving in to your sweetest temptation. You kiss him and with it, light up your entire world. Yoongi moans, grinding into you. This isn’t gentle. This is needy, sloppy kissing because all you craved was each other. One moment, you are kissing in the middle of the corridor, the next he has you pressed against a cold wall, writhing and moaning from the sensation as your fingers twist his hair and your tongue dances with his’. And the next, you have him breathless against the door to Taehyung’s photo laboratory, hands unbuttoning his shirt messily and teeth nibbling on his lips as he tries to slip his hands under your sweater.

You want him. You want him so fucking bad.

The door opens. You stumble inside. The red lights turn on. Yoongi hit the switch. He picks you up afterwards just to carry you to the table and set you down on it. His hips are between your legs instantly, his hands bury themselves under your jumper. The kiss breaks for a gasp for air. Not long. Just long enough to ask each other for consent. It’s a useless question. Of course you want each other. Knowing that the feeling’s mutual adds a layer of exciting thrill to the whole scene. You want him and he wants you. It turns you on so much to know. Fuck, you can’t get enough of each other. 

You tug his shirt out of his pants and rip open the last button. His torso falls happy victim to your touches. It forces a deep moan out of him. He breaks the kiss only to connect his pouty lips with your neck. He knows exactly where to suck and nibble, moaning unapologetically the entire time. 

“Yoongi”, you sigh, arching your back as you let your head roll back. You pull him closer with your legs hooked behind his butt, slipping your fingers to his nipples. They pebble in an instant, feeling so good under your touch. You missed the feeling of them. He has such perfect, pretty nipples. And so reactive too. His shaky breath swirls against your skin, he sounds so affected by the touch.

“Don’t stop”, he begs, reminding your neck who owns it. He cups your breasts. You haven’t put on a bra yet. You forgot about that fact, so feeling his unfiltered, raw touch on your tits makes you fight for air. He massages your flesh deeply, using his thumb and pointer finger to pinch and roll your nipples. You forgot how perfectly your tits fit into his hands. Almost as if they were sculpted just for him. Or perhaps his hands were sculpted to hold you. Whatever way it is, the outcome is the same. You are soaking your panties and moaning his name. 

“Take off my shirt”, you order.

“Lift your arms.”

You follow. Yoongi undresses you, throws the jumper on the ground, draws closer to you without looking. He can look at your beautiful body later, he needs to feel you. That’s all he craves. He presses himself against you, sharing heat. His hands slip to your tits, cupping them and feeling them up.

“Fuck yes”, you moan, pulling him closer with your hands on his upper back.

“Can I suck them?” he asks breathily, “please?”

“Please do”, you beg.

Yoongi curses under his breath, bowing his head to worship your chest. Eager sucks, adoring kisses, hungry licks. He is purring deeply as he does, reminding your weakened body just how much weaker it can get if only he touches you. You part your legs, arch your back, moan his name. He is making you burn up and you love it.

Yoongi takes in your change in scent instantly, reacting in a needy roll of his hips. He chases nothing. The position he currently finds himself in forces distance between your hips. He hates it. All he wants is to feel your heat. Your true and utterly soaked heat.

“You smell so good”, he lulls, running his tongue up your body until he can bite your earlobe softly, “please let me fuck you.”

“Do it”, you beg, tugging at his pants.

“Princess”, he growls playfully, rubbing his cock into you just once to truly rile you up. The moan slipping out of you makes him growl again. He grips you tightly and lifts you with one arm, using the other to take off your panties. They fall on the floor and get forgotten.

His pants join them after he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. So now you are naked and so goddamn desperate for each other. One look. Chaste and quick. You each can’t spare more time. You don’t want to stare, you want to feel.

You tug Yoongi closer in sync with him stepping closer. You connect with each other in a rough manner, knocking needy sounds out of both of you. You begin grinding and rubbing on each other instantly, fingers so incredibly needy for a touch.

“I’ll touch you”, Yoongi says.

“Yes. I’ll touch you”, you say.

“Do it.”

Your hands slip between the other’s legs, lips meet in a desperate kiss. His cock leaks all over your fingers, feeling way too fucking hard. You jerk him off quickly, making him throb. Your pussy covers his long fingers in your pleasure, hugging him needily. He curls his digits, rolling his thumb over your clit at the same time. You want to fucking scream because of it. If he wasn’t kissing you, you probably would have.

You have no idea why you haven’t connected yet. Maybe you are both suckers for suffering. All you crave is each other and yet you still don’t connect. It feels incredibly cruel. Way too goddamn cruel.

“Yoongi”, you break the kiss, “I can’t take it, please fuck me.”

“Pull me in, princess”, he orders.

You tug him closer by his cock, forcing a loud gasp out of him. He stumbles, slamming his left hand on the table next to you.

“___”, he gasps, gawking at you.

You giggle, giving him a playful smirk. You soothe his cock with soft touches.

“What? You told me to pull you in.”

He grips your hips and tugs you against him, growling playfully.

“You’re such a little brat. Fucking open your legs and let me stuff that pretty pussy of yours.”

You follow happily, gripping his waist as you get lost in his eyes. He sinks in slowly, forcing your eye contact to falter. Now you are whole again. Fuck, he is plugging you up so goddamn good.

“You feel like heaven”, Yoongi moans and closes his eyes. He lost. He wanted to keep looking at you, but he couldn’t. “I missed you so much. Fuck princess, you feel so fucking good.”

“Kiss me”, you beg, closing your eyes.

You and him fall into the kiss, just as you fall into each other. Arms hold each other close, hips chase the pleasure desperately. Yoongi moves fast and hard. He knows that you can take it. He’d feel it if you couldn’t. Yoongi always knows what your body craves and what it can take. And right now, you crave it hard. Hard and without holding back. 

“Oh god, yes”, you break the kiss to moan, pressing your tits into him as you arch your back, “Yoongi…ah, Yoongi!”

Your voice overshadows him. He is grunting and purring deeply, listening to your blissed out moans as he keeps fucking you hard and rough. He loves getting you like this. He loves it especially today. 

“So good”, he presses out through gritted teeth, “you’re such a good girl, fuck baby, you’re my good girl. Ah fuck.”

Your cunt sounds wet and well fucked as he drills his cock into you. The table croaks each time he bottoms out, shaking under his angry hips. He has to take it out on you. You drive him crazy, he is so pissed off at how good you get him. How obsessed he is with you. How you are running through his mind all the time. Only you get him this hard, this desperate, this blinded by pleasure. And Yoongi has to show you what that gets you.

Yoongi grips you and tilts your hips, forcing your legs to lift and for your body to tilt back. You gasp his name and grip his strong arms, digging your nails into his tensing muscles. He is hitting the right spot over and fucking over again. But he does it in such a cruel angle that your voice turns from loud to silent. 

Yoongi watches it happen with blown out pupils. He chases your wet cunt. The movement is harsh. The desk creaks because of it, shaking dangerously. 

“My good girl”, he spits with furrowed brows and his hair falling out of his bun messily, “you drive me fucking insane. Stop that”, he says, punishing you with deep thrusts. The table shakes, your toes curl, your fingers threaten to slip from his arms, “fucking stop messing with my mind. Fuck.”

“Not so hard please”, you beg not for your sake but the table’s sake. 

“I know you can take it, don’t lie to me.”

The table croaks loudly, shaking as he drills you. You grip its edge, regretting it as you lose balance and fall. Yoongi catches you before you can, pulling you back up. He lifts you close to him. Like this, you are towering over him with the back of your uppermost thighs still resting on the table. He bounces you on his cock, looking up at you with hazy eyes.

“You’re my only addiction”, he says and smirks lazily, “I fucking love that”, he adds in a raspy whisper and sticks his long tongue out to run it along your sensitive neck. 

“Mhmfn”, you get out. You can’t function. Your clit is rubbing against his tummy, your neck burns up under his tongue and his grip is bruising your skin. It’s making you fucking cum.

“Do it”, he rasps, feeling your pretty pussy throb all around his cock, “I know you want to. So do it.”

“Yoongi it…happening.”

“Let. Go”, he orders and bounces you harshly, forcing your orgasm to hit you angrily and oh so deeply. 

You claw at him, wrapping your limbs around him as tightly as possible. You squeak into the crook of his neck, shaking like crazy. Only Yoongi can get you like this.

“That’s it, good job. Such a good girl, that’s my good girl”, Yoongi praises you, fucking you through your high with gentle strokes. He knows your tight pussy couldn’t take much more. 

He sets you down once you stopped shaking, rocking himself into you slowly. He runs his hands up and down your shaking thighs, flashing you a hazy smile.

“That’s my princess”, he praises, lowering his eyes adoringly.

“Yoongi, more”, you beg, barely catching your breath. 

Yoongi runs his eyes over your glowing face. Your skin is glistening in a pretty layer of sweat, your pupils are blown out, your lips puffy from kissing. You look so ready for more. 

“Yeah?” he makes sure, tensing his abs because all he wants to do is fuck into you, but he knows to wait for your consent.

You nod head, parting your legs. 

“I’ll go hard again, yeah?”

“More.”

Yoongi lifts you off of him and the table.

“No. More”, you beg, trying to get him back. 

“Patience.”

“Yoongi, please.”

“Fuck, you’re so impatient.”

He sets you down in front of the table in a way that your back would face him. He steps closer and runs his hands up your sides. His skin feels like fire against yours where you touch. You feel like trembling in anticipation. 

“Bend over”, he rasps against the shell of your ear. 

You follow instantly, parting your legs as you do. Like this, you are supporting yourself on your elbows, resting your forehead on your folded hands.

“There we go. You’re such a good girl.”

Yoongi slings his arm around you and cups your breast, rewarding you with a soft pinch. He kisses your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck afterwards. A deep purr vibrates against your back, a sweet kiss follows. 

“I’m fucking obsessed with you”, he rasps and enters you. 

“Oh”, you gasp, feeling your knees buckle.

Yoongi holds you up with a strong arm around your waist.

“Are you comfortable?” he makes sure.

“Yes. Don’t stop please”, you beg with a trembling voice.

 He fills your ears with a deep moan and a whispered curse.

“So wet”, he lulls, “mhhhm princess, can’t get enough of you”, he says and begins chasing you in deep, harsh rolls of his hips. 

“Yes”, you squeak, “yes! Don’t stop, yes!”

It is rare that Yoongi takes you that way. He is too obsessed with looking at your face and oftentimes forgets about the joys of raw dogging until it is already too late and he has you completely ruined and unable to go again. So it is rare to get his cock that way, which makes this right here the most incredible thing ever. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“I can’t my love, wanna fuck you so fucking good.”

He is so deep in this position, curving just right to hit your favourite spots over and over again. His hands are busy with either making sure that your nipples stay swollen and sensitive or with leaving tender spots on your hips from gripping you oh so strongly.

Yoongi runs his tongue up your upper spine, sending electricity through your veins. 

“Please”, you beg and lift yourself just enough that he has better access. You don’t even know why you are begging. Yoongi won’t stop. He told you that. Begging feels so fucking good though when it’s with him.

Yoongi slips his hand from your tits to wrap his long fingers around your neck instead. You freeze up in bliss. Yes. You wish he never lets go again. His tongue swirls over your shoulder, leaving behind trails of goosebumps. His hips drill you senseless.

“Please.”

He tugs you up, forcing your back to arch and for your lips to fall open. There is pressure on your veins. Your head pounds. Blood flow gets less. You are dizzy and it’s addicting. Yes. Fucking yes.

You squeak, spilling tears. You don’t want him to stop. The world could end and you still wouldn’t want him to stop.

“My good girl”, he lulls and seeks your scent. He tilts your head to the side, running his tongue over your skin right where his thumb digs into your veins. He purrs, parting his lips to allow you a glimpse of his fangs. He runs their sharp tips over your skin, squeezing your veins hungrily.

You mewl, tilting your neck to him. You know that he won’t bite you. Not him. He will tease you, rile you up until you are dizzy only to pull his fangs in at the very last moment before sinking his teeth into your tender skin. Not too deep. Just enough to pinch and leave soft marks.

The bite combined with the choke scrambles your brain. You struggle with standing up, but Yoongi holds you up. He fucks you deep and hard even with everything going on. As if his only function right now was to fuck you into a brainless mess. 

“Don’t stop”, you beg under tears, rutting into him messily, “it feels so good”, you sob, clawing at the table. You are pretty sure that if he keeps going like that, you’ll actually break a piece.

“Fuck”, Yoongi growls, taking one of your clammy hands to pin it against the table. His grip is demanding and strong. He puts his weight onto you, forcing you to stay in this position with nothing but a glimpse of his strength. You feel weak and fragile because of it, sobbing his name as you drip all over his cock. Your head falls to the front, losing any kind of strength. Yoongi is the only one holding it up with his hand around your throat. The pressure is addicting. 

You sob his name, spilling tears all over the wooden table. Yoongi watches it happen through his messy bangs, pressing himself closer because of it. 

“Don’t cry”, he whispers, “you’re making me wanna fucking act up.”

“I can’t, I can’t. It feels so good.”

“Fuck princess”, he spits and grips your hips. He is hesitating, you can sense it in the way he inhales. What is he holding back on? He exhales, “touch your clit.”

You follow instantly, sobbing his name. His cock feels so much deeper now that you are touching yourself. Each time he bottoms out, you feel hot between your legs. Hot and fucking electric. You hope that he never stops.

“There we go, such a good job”, he praises, “wanna reward you, princess.”

“Please.”

“Mhm, wanna spank you. Say the word and I won’t.”

“Please do, please.”

“Mhhm princess, you make so, so-”, spank, “-happy.”

The pain is sharp and hot. It stings at first until it lingers on your skin as deep warmth. You sob his name, arching into him. You want more. It feels so good.

He strikes you twice. One on each side. His left hand still keeps an iron grip on your throat, stealing your clarity. Your fingers on your clit stutter, his cock feels massive inside you.

“Good girl, such a good girl”, Yoongi praises you and rewards you with more spanks. Two on each buttocks. It hurts and stings, leaving your pussy dripping like crazy. 

“You’re taking this so well, princess”, he praises, caressing your heated skin. You feel so tender under his touch. Yoongi loves that feeling so fucking much, craving for another hit. Your pussy clenches so cutely whenever he does it. Yoongi wants it so bad.

“More”, you beg, chasing him with weak knees. 

Yoongi follows happily, giving you calculated spanks on each of your sensitive buttocks. He drills his cock into you deep and hard as he does, forcing squeaky gasps out of you. 

“So good”, he growls, pulling you closer by your throat, “so fucking good”, he adds and spanks you so hard that the impact forces you into the table with such strength you move it. You know that you will have deep bruises on your tummy because of it, riding on the pain like an addict. 

Yoongi doesn’t give you a break, connecting his big hand with your ass in yet another harsh spank. You want to moan, but can’t. He is choking you so fucking hard. Breathing gets hard. It’s not just your blood he cuts off by now. You squeak and gasp, drooling all over your chin as you can’t even swallow. 

“Good girl”, he sounds far gone in the pleasure, his voice is distorted by it. He spanks you, drills you and you feel like fighting for air, pussy clenching all around his veiny cock. Fuck, you can’t breathe. 

“I can’t breathe”, you croak, clawing at his wrist. 

Yoongi loosens his fingers around your throat instantly. You didn’t think he would listen that soon. He sounded so far gone.

“Yeah? Need a break?” he asks, caressing your burning skin. He just knows that sitting will hurt for you for some while. He feels bad, but also proud. He knows that you’re into this shit. 

“A little”, you beg.

“Mhhm, good girl.”

Yoongi releases your throat and catches your head as it falls with you. He sets it down on the table gently, running his fingers over the back of your head. 

You sob loudly, giving up on him as the sudden rush of blood forces you over the edge. You didn’t even want to cum, but it’s hard not to when Yoongi fucks you. 

“There we go. That’s my princess”, Yoongi praises with his voice strained. He didn’t expect you to orgasm. Not that soon already. You weren’t supposed to yet. 

It doesn’t matter to him in the end however. He keeps fucking you, burying his fingers in the back of your neck to keep you pinned to the table. 

“Good girl, good girl, good girl”, he chants, grinding his teeth. 

“Stop please, it’s too much”, you beg, trembling in overstimulation. You hope he doesn’t stop. It burns so fucking good.

“No”, he spits, punishing you with such a harsh thrust you can feel his heavy balls hit you. 

You writhe and wail, fleeing from him. Your fingers slip from your clit because all you can do is reach up and scratch down the table.

“Please no more”, you beg, seeing stars. Your pussy is so tight and his cock is so big. The burn is addicting.

“Colour?” he asks.

“Green”, you wail.

“Then you’re not done”, he spits and grips your hips to keep you still. He slips his fingers to your clit and rubs you quickly, using enough of his supernatural powers to make it inhumanly fast. It results in you wailing his name, clawing and scratching at the table as Yoongi forces you to suffer through the most intense overstimulation you have ever felt. 

You try to beg him for mercy, but you can’t produce words. You can barely produce sounds. Just squeaks and weak “ah, ah”s. The rest is gasps for air, silence as you hold your breath and frantic exhales followed by another panicky inhale.

“That’s it. Now you’re behaving. Fucking begging me for a break when we both know you can take it”, he growls and punishes you with a harsh thrust and his fingers torturing your clit, “you’re such a good girl, princess love.”

You are writhing away from him. Without his hold, your knees wouldn’t be able to support yourself. He is fucking his cock into your convulsing, throbbing pussy. So tight and wet from all that orgasming. But not tight enough. Not wet enough. He knows you’ve got it in you. He is maniac for it. He needs to feel it again. 

Yoongi presses his fingers closer, speeding up.

“Hurts”, you get out and return to gasping desperately. 

“Almost there, just let go. Give it to me. Go on, fucking give it to me.”

You sob, slipping only to be pulled up and pinned by him. 

“Don’t give up on me. I’ve fucking got you.”

You are going to fucking explode. It hurts so much, but you can’t get enough. You can feel it happening. It is building up rapidly. Your body is going to give up because of it. You don’t want to stop. You want to keep going.

“Yoongi”, you sob, “Yoongi please. Pleaseee.”

“Give it to me, princess", Yoongi orders in a deep growl.

He breaks you. 

You scream. Fall silent. Squirt.

“Yes!” Yoongi pulls out of you, making way for your wet orgasm. Without his cock plugging you up, it spills everywhere. Messily and in desperate spurts each time you convulse. Yoongi makes sure you can’t stop by rubbing and rubbing and rubbing your clit with inhuman speed. And you try to scream and gasp for air and scream again, wetting yourself and the floor with way too much squirt. Maybe you are even pissing yourself. Who can tell? Quite frankly, you don’t care. It feels too fucking good.  

“Good girl, that’s my princess. And you wanted to stop, look at you now”, he taunts and grunts deeply as he fucks his cock into his free hand, “gonna fucking cum, baby. You smell so fucking good.”

He moans and lets go, covering your ass and lower back in his hot cum. You barely feel it. You are too preoccupied with completely breaking apart and pissing yourself to really take in anything else.

You beg Yoongi for a break once he’s milked you dry. And he knows to give you one. The desperation in your voice is real. Yoongi almost goes insane at the innocent sound of it. Fuck, he wants to give you the fucking world. 

He draws closer and hugs your waist, slipping his fingers from your tortured clit that way. He kisses your spine until you stop shaking, whispering the sweetest praises just for you to hear. He is there for you during those moments after your high where you completely give up and sink into yourself. He catches you and helps you up sit you on the table. You hiss at the contact. Your ass hurts. 

“Too much?” he asks and you shake your head.

He claims the emptiness between your legs, allowing you to fall into his arms. 

“Good job, my love”, he praises, caressing your back, “you did such a good job right now.” 

You shiver uncontrollably, seeking his closeness. Yoongi gives it to you gladly, soothing you with soft hushes and loving touches.

“I’m so, so proud of you. You did so well, my love.”

You might never recover. This was way too much. Yoongi is actually back. Now your body finally realised it as well. After he made you feel the way only he can make you feel, your body finally realised that he was really there. Right here with you.

“Yoongi.”

You cry. Not from sadness but relief. Utter and incredibly happy relief. The feelings he made you experience right now are the catalyst for this cry. Finally your body can let go. Yoongi is back. And he isn’t going to leave again.

“I’m right here, my love. Let it all out, I’m right here.”

Yoongi holds you until you calm down. And he holds you gladly, whispering sweet nothings into your hair and touching you soothingly. 

You feel so good after the cry. So, so good. You lift your head shyly, meeting his adoring gaze. He smiles softly, cupping your cheeks to dry the remnants of your tears.

“That felt good, didn’t it?” he speaks in his voice. The voice he has when he talks to you. Soft and loving and full of warm comfort. 

You nod your head, drawing closer to him.

“Yoongi?”

“Yes, princess?”

“You won’t leave again, will you?”

He smiles, shaking his head, “of course not, my love.”

“Good, that’s good. And Yoongi?”

“Yes, my princess?”

“I love you so much.”

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut as he smiles, gazing at you afterwards. He runs his thumb over the delicate skin under your eyes. 

“I love you too, my most loved”, he says, tilting his head to the side in fondness. 

You lower your eyes and giggle. You’re his most loved. Yoongi hums and kisses your cheek, petting the back of your head. 

“You did really well”, he whispers.

“You were so rough”, breathe and wiggle.

“Was I too much?”

You shake your head, “please don’t ever stop being rough. It’s so hot when you are.”

He chuckles, pecking your cheek, “okay, I won’t.”

“I mean it”, you whisper, “it was so good. I love it when you choke me and bite me and, and spank me. Yeah, it’s all so good.”

He smiles and hums, nodding his head in understanding.

“My ass hurts”, you say and grin cutely.

“Yeah?”

“Mh-hm and my tummy”, you touch it, “you fucked the table into me.”

“No, princess”, he gasps, placing his hand on your tummy to caress it, “why didn’t you stop me? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice it.”

“It’s okay, I wanted it”, you say and chuckle, “I’ll have bruises for days though.”

“God, princess”, he says, bowing down to kiss your tummy. You giggle, watching it happening with a fluttering heart. His kisses are so loving and nice. 

“Does that help?” he asks.

“Yeah, I feel so much better already.”

Yoongi lifts his head, giving you a little pout. 

“Sorry again.”

“Don’t apologise, you could bruise me more from now on.”

He widens his eyes.

“I’m serious.”

“Goddamn you, woman”, he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You giggle, giving him a flirty smile.

“I know”, you pull him closer, “you’re not dying again though. I won’t let that happen.”

He chuckles, “honestly I agree. That shit wasn’t fun.”

“See? Shock therapy. At least now you won’t talk about it all the time like some stupid”, you say, nudging his chest.

He laughs, “I definitely won’t.”

“Good”, you say and grin. Your eyes meet in a fond gaze.

“Should we clean up and finally get that food you wanted?” he asks.

“Oh yeah, food. I completely forgot about that. Oh god, my love”, you plop against him with a huff of air, “what are you doing to me?”

He chuckles, “it’s what you get for walking out on me and Kook.”

You snicker, nuzzling into him.

“If that’s so, I’ll walk out more often.”

He chuckles, "mhm, don’t even start.”

“And if I will?”

“I’ll make you see what that gets you. Maybe I’ll tie you up and torture you for hours, mhm? Keep you right on edge at first and then make you piss yourself from overstimulation. I know my princess can take it, so I won’t hold back.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp, lifting your head to gawk at him.

He laughs, pinching your cheek. 

“You’re so cute”, he says.

“You’re so mean”, you mumble and pout. 

“Mhm yeah”, he pinches your cheek one last time, then breaks away to collect your clothes. 

He helps you with cleaning up and getting dressed. You watch him clean up and put on his clothes as you recover on the table. Yoongi opens his ruined bun, running his fingers through his hair.

“I gotta stop fucking that hard, my hair’s a mess”, he says, shaking his head twice to fix the ruffled strands of hair. 

“It’s hot, don’t you dare stop.”

He chuckles, “of course you’d say that. I think my hair’s too long. It’s getting hard to handle.”

“No. Do not touch your hair or else I’ll tie you up. And it’s not gonna be in a sexual way but in a hostage situation way.”

He laughs. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time”, he says, buttoning up his shirt, “besides, didn’t you want to cut my hair all the time?”

“That was past me. She was an idiot.”

He laughs. You giggle, kicking your feet happily.

“I see"”, he says and fixes the hair tie on his wrist. He draws closer to you afterwards, running his hands up and down your thighs, “you turned the sink on.”

“Mhm?”

He nods his head into the direction of the sink. You turn and look. The water is running. 

“Huh? How? What?”

“It’s okay. Just think about turning it off again”, he says softly, running his eyes over your neck. Your skin tempts him so much, looking so empty. 

“I am, but it’s not working.”

“Try harder”, Yoongi whispers and kisses your neck.

The water becomes more. 

“Yoongi! You are doing the exact opposite to me”, you complain in a whine. 

Yoongi chuckles, “sorry”, he whispers, taking your hands, “try it now.”

You think of turning off the water as hard as you can, concentrating on Yoongi caressing your knuckles. The water stops. 

“I did it!”

He looks at you and smiles. 

“Good job, I knew you could do it.”

You fluster, feeling oh so giddy in your chest. The fondness in his eyes grows. He steps closer and tugs your hands around his waist so you would hold him.

“I don’t know why I did that”, you say.

“It’s okay, don’t apologise. You were in a highly emotional situation and it happened. The good thing is that you controlled it again.”

“Meredith gave me this bracelet, but I think it’s not working”, you say, showing it to him. 

Yoongi inspects it, running his thumb over it as he does. 

“Mhm”, he hums, tugging your hand back to his waist, “it does help, it’s just weak. Without it, you probably would have already flooded the floor.”

“Woah? Really?”

He nods his head.

“Oh my god, that’s scary to imagine.”

“Don’t worry, love. I know what to do.”

“Really?”

“Mhm yeah, I’ll show you”, he smirks playfully, “I know just the tricks to get you emotional”, he says, running his hands to the inside of your thighs.

“My prince”, you whine, squirming giddily.

He chuckles, eyes softening. He slips his hands to your hips, massaging you gently.

“I look forward to training with you, my love”, he confesses and grins cutely. 

“You are saying things, good god”, you say with a fluttering heart, “is that how you trained with Jelena too? Mhm?” you tease.

“Okay first of all”, he pouts, “what she and I did is in the past and second of all, I have feelings for you, so of course I didn’t do the same things with her as I do with you.”

“Mhm yeah? And what are the things you do so differently?”

Yoongi leans in and bites your cheek, eliciting a squeaky giggle from you. 

“I’ll bite you”, he whispers, biting the tip of your nose next.

“Okay, okay I give up. I get it”, you laugh, pushing at his chest gently. 

Yoongi chuckles, kissing your nose as a weak apology before stepping back. His eyes are sparkling like crazy. 

“So uncool”, you murmur, rubbing your nose.

He smiles, squeezing your thighs gently. 

“It’s what you get”, he says.

Giddily, you give him a smile. He retorts it.

“Should we get food now?” you ask.

“Yeah? Can you walk?”

“I don’t know”, you say and grin.

Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly.

“Hold onto me”, he says and lifts you off the table, bouncing you in his arm twice. 

“Yay that’s nice”, you murmur. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle into his neck, finding comfort that way. “Thank you for carrying me, I’m so weak”, you say.

“Sure you are”, he says with knowing amusement in his voice.

He carries you to the food storage and only sets you down once he makes sure that you can walk. He carries the food once you retrieve it, holding your hand as you wander back to the kitchen together. You feel confident in your legs to not give up anymore. You still feel terribly weak however. 

“Yoongi, can I confess something?” you ask him as behind you, the torches die out.

“Of course.”

“But you have to promise me not to get mad.”

“I won’t. Tell me, love.”

“I uhm, I took the black keys for the tunnels.”

“What?” he gawks at you. 

“I, I needed a quiet place to practice the spells and I needed access to the round room, so I took the keys and went into the tunnels.”

“Oh my god princess no”, he draws closer, “I told you not to do that. Why would go there? This is so dangerous”, he is whining.

“I know”, you whine, “and I was really scared at first, but I made the tunnels safe-ish and I locked them again and returned the keys to where they were”

“God, princess you are so reckless sometimes. I guess, I’m glad that nothing happened but this was still really reckless. Especially with your unfocused magic.”

“Are you angry at me now?”

He shakes his head.

“No. I’m just glad that you told me. Thank you for being honest even if what you did was reckless.”

“I won’t do it anymore. The tunnels are way too dark and wet and cursed.”

“Yeah, I know. Honestly, we should seal up that gate permanently. Maybe even build a brick wall there. Hang a picture on it maybe.”

“I’d be down. No more creepy tunnels and I’m sure that the cellar would smell less like death too.”

He snorts, “yeah, definitely.”

You study his face. Despite your confession, he looks content. Oh how easy it is to talk to him. If only you had done more of it in the past, you probably could have saved yourself of so much grief. You shake off those thoughts. You shouldn’t dwell on past mistakes. Yoongi is here and he is happy and healthy. That’s all that matters. The sweet present and your bright future. That’s all that matters.

“Gosh Yoongi Boongie”, you say, hugging his arm, “I’m so happy that you are back. I want to keep crying. If I wasn’t so happy, I probably would.”

Yoongi sneaks a shy glance at you.

“I feel the same”, he confesses, “although”, he adds, draping his arm over your shoulder, “I do gotta be serious boyfriend for second and tell you that I don’t agree with you almost killing yourself in the process. This was really reckless of you and I never wanted you to kill yourself for my sake. Okay?”

You flutter your lashes at him.

“No, no don’t give me those eyes”, he says in a laugh, turning to you so he can cradle your cheeks, “you’re so reckless, my love and you gotta hear it”, he is still laughing, carrying not an ounce of anger on his features.

“I know”, you mumble, sagging your shoulders in defeat, “I know and I am sorry. I really am, The others tried to stop me multiple times, but you know how stubborn I am.”

“You’re so stubborn, yeah”, he agrees and pulls you into a tender forehead kiss, “don’t ever change. Hear me, love?”

Your heart flutters, your tummy tingles. You tilt your head so you could look at him.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, this was just…this made me feel really loved.”

He smiles and caresses your cheek, “you are”, he whispers.

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you get out and nudge his chest, cackling rather unflattering afterwards with your shoulders swaying from side to side.

Yoongi’s smile grows and finds its brightest peak when you kiss him deeply and full of love.

“You’re cute”, he whispers against your lips.

“And I love you”, you whisper, stubbing him with your nose.

“Mhm, love”, he purrs, stubbing you in return.

You giggle, he smiles. Both your eyes are closed.

“I wanna keep doing this, but I’m so hungry.”

“I know”, he says and runs his hand to the side of your neck, “come on, let’s make you some food. Something really yummy, yeah? I don’t ever want you starving yourself again.”

“Yes, I’d love that. Something really yummy.”

You hold hands as you wander to the kitchen, sneaking glances at each other at every given chance.

“I really missed cooking with you, Boongie.”

“I missed it too, my love”,  he says, squeezing your hand as he enters the kitchen with you. 

Jungkook and Taehyung are in the middle of putting on their clothes. Both of them look dishevelled and properly fucked. Yes, the meaning is as inconspicuous as it sounds. 

“Oh hey uhm”, Jungkook clears his throat loudly, cheeks burning up in embarrassment.

“Don’t mind us”, you say, walking past them. Yoongi follows, eyes running over the puddle of cum on the floor. He cocks his eyebrow up, studying Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jungkook’s cheeks are beet red instantly. Taehyung looks cocky.

“Clean that up”, Yoongi says nonchalantly, joining your side to continue preparing breakfast.

“Oh stop it hyung, it’s not as if we can’t smell the sex on you guys either”, Taehyung teases.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder.

“And? I still don’t want cum puddles in my kitchen.”

Taehyung grins boyishly, whilst Jungkook springs into action to clean up the mess they made.

“And?” Taehyung coos, swaying his shoulders, “did you guys have fun?”

“We did. We fucked in your red room.”

His cocky smile drops

“Hyung, ___”, he whines, “there are pictures in there which are very precious to me. Why would you fuck there out of all the places?”

Yoongi shrugs his shoulders.

“It was the closest. Don’t worry Tete, I’ll clean it later.”

“Clean? How hard did you go at it??”

Yoongi merely grins and turns to you, kissing your shoulder softly. You nudge him, enjoying the way his hands feel up your waist. 

“You’re being cocky”, you tease.

“Mhm I can be or do I have to remind you what I just did?”

You huff out air and pout, making him chuckle. He kisses your shoulder.

“You’re so cute.”

“You two are unbelievable”, Taehyung mumbles and pouts.

You sit by the table once you finish preparing breakfast. Taehyung tries to be clingy with Jungkook, but calms down a little when Jungkook complains about not being able to eat properly. Yoongi sips on his mug of steaming coffee and watches you eat with fondness in his eyes. While you listen to their conversations and tell them stories.

It felt really nice to experience. All of it. The food was delicious and the tea Taehyung made very good (even if it was already cold by now). As Yoongi prepared his cup of morning coffee, he turned on the radio. Its quiet melodies are filling the kitchen and give you a sense of tranquillity.

“I like this song”, Taehyung says, nodding his head to the melody.

“Mhm it’s good”, Yoongi agrees.

“We should really update the radio however. The quality of sound is awful.”

“I think it’s nice. It reminds me of mornings at my grandma’s place”, you say, “her radio was really old and the sound was always full of grain, but it was still really nice.”

“I can confirm. It is really nice”, Jungkook says.

“How can I understand that? Did you know her grandmother?” Taehyung asks.

“I do now. You know how we told you that we met her grandma in her memories?”

“Yes”, Taehyung cocks his right eyebrow up, “after you promised me to take a break? How could I forget?”

“Yeah well hah”, Jungkook grins boyishly as an apology, “she had her radio on when we spent time at her place and it felt really homely.”

“Well that is”, Taehyung sneaks a glance at you, “I hate to say that I am happy that it did because I still find it reckless that you didn’t rest.”

“Would you still find it reckless if I promised you a thousand kisses as an apology?”

Taehyung squints his eyes at you, making you giggle because he looked funny doing it.

“You are bribing me and I hate to admit that it is working”, he mumbles, squinting his eyes even more.

You laugh, reaching over the table to hold his hand. You run your thumb over his knuckles, smiling fondly. Taehyung retorts it, feeling good doing so. You are joking with him again and you are eating. It felt as if everything was finally set into place.

“Oh hey”, Jimin enters the kitchen for another cup of coffee, eyes running over Yoongi.

“Hey to you too”, Yoongi answers him, eyes running over his body, “are you sick?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re actually dressed.”

“No? Those are my renovation clothes, I just don’t want to get my other stuff dirty”, Jimin says, strutting to the coffee maker nonchalantly, “besides, am I not allowed to wear a proper outfit?”

“I don’t know. It looks weird.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, “you look weird. Your hair’s a mess.”

Yoongi reaches up to fix it, rolling his eyes at Jimin.

“I just woke up. Am I not allowed to be comfortable in my own place?”

“I don’t know. Am I?”

They exchange a look and for a second you wonder if they are going to start fighting again. But they don’t. They crack up at the same time, eyes softening in friendliness and lips curling into a little smile.

“I’m glad you’re awake again”, Jimin says.

“Mhm, I’m happy to be back”, Yoongi says, following him with his eyes as Jimin struts to the table to sit down at the corner. Jimin crosses his legs, sipping on the coffee nonchalantly. Yoongi studies him.

“You look happy”, he says.

“I am.”

“Good. It suits you.”

Jimin clears his throat, looking to the side shyly.

“Thanks”, he whispers, glancing at Yoongi, “you uhm…yeah, you know?”

Yoongi nods his head, “yeah.”

It seems that the two vampires understand each other deeply and honestly. It was amazing to witness. You are so happy that you could burst. This is everything you wanted for them.

“I need more paint”, Jimin says then, “Tae, do you want to go to the store with me later? It’s fine if you don’t.”

“No, I’d love to go. When do you want to leave?”

“Whenever you’re ready”, he assures him, looking at Yoongi, “didn’t we store tiles in the attic? The white ones from when you did the guest bathroom downstairs.”

“I don’t know, probably. Why?”

“Because I want to redo my bathroom.”

“Mhm, the keys should be in the keys room.”

“Yeah, which you keep locked to us.”

“I’ll open it later. You guys can keep your own keys in there from now on”, he says, “actually, we should clean out before you do that, there are keys in there we won’t ever need again.”

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a shocked look.

“What?” Yoongi stresses.

“You’re unlocking the keys room for us? Seriously?” Jimin says, lifting his brows in question.

“Why not? If I don’t, you punks are just gonna keep asking me”, he tries to sound dangerous, but the fond sparkle in his eyes lets all of you know his true intentions. The estate is as much yours as it is his’. The doors are open, no more secrets and asking for permission. He trusts them and in return they can trust him.

Jimin smiles, “sure, let’s do some cleaning”, he says, getting to his feet, “I’m in the attic. I really need those tiles”, he says, turning to leave the kitchen.

“Wait”, Yoongi calls after him, “this punk. I didn’t even open the door yet”, he mumbles, stumbling to his feet to run after Jimin, “Jimin, wait you brat I have to open the door for you!”

He disappears out of the kitchen.

You turn to Taehyung and Jungkook.

“I’m seriously so happy”, you say, smiling so brightly you fear your muscles may cramp up, “this is everything I wanted. To know that you are all getting along and that you are all happy and healthy.”

Jungkook and Taehyung smile, both reaching for your hands to hold them.

“We’re happy too, my darling”, Taehyung says.

“I think that our days are going to be nice from now on”, Jungkook says.

“Yes. Yes, I can feel that too. Oh god, I’m so happy I could”, you squeal, “burst right now.”

“Be careful not to”, Yoongi re-enters the kitchen, followed by Jimin, Hoseok, Seokjin and Emma. He points at the candle on the table, “it’s happening again.”

It isn’t just lit, it has almost burned down completely. As if scorching fire melted it. A weak flame is still flickering.

“Did I do that?” you gasp.

“You did. It also happened when we fucked in my bedroom.”

“Oh my god Yoongi, don’t expose me”, you gasp, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m just saying”, Yoongi mumbles, earning himself a pout from you.

“Whatever”, you murmur and stand up, greeting Hoseok who, just this moment, is falling around your neck.

“I was so worried for you”, he mumbles into the crook of your neck.

“Gosh Hobi, I’m really okay now”, you assure him, caressing his back, “except that I apparently light candles randomly”, you say as you hug Seokjin and Emma as well.

They both tell you that they were happy that you are well again, holding you tightly just to make sure that you were truly here.

“Don’t worry, princess. I know what’s happening to you”, Yoongi assures you.

“You do?”

He nods his head.

“And can you help her?” Jungkook asks, “Meredith says that if she doesn’t get help then she could die.”

“What?? Die?!” Hoseok squeaks out, widening his eyes.

“Calm down”, Yoongi says, “Meredith has a hang for the dramatics first and foremost and second of all, she has us. We can help. I can help.”

“You can?” you ask, sitting down on Hoseok’s lap after he pulled you with him. You snicker, “gosh Hobi, what are you doing?”

“You’re staying here”, he says, hugging your waist, “gotta make sure you’re real”, he says.

Accepting your nice new seat atop Hoseok’s lap, you look back at Yoongi, caressing Hoseok’s arms mindlessly.

“So what’s happening to me? Is that why I turned on the water too?”

He nods his head, “there are witches who discover their magic through intensive training. Jelena is such a witch for example.”

“Thea too”, Jimin throws in.

“And Thea”, Yoongi says, nodding his head.

“But I didn’t practice. I got magic when you died in my arms and I wanted to save you.”

“Yeah, that’s the second way to gain your magic. The magic gets triggered through a highly emotional event and laces itself in your body as such. An emotional trigger. That’s why you light candles when you are happy, because your magic thinks it’s supposed to come out again.”

“Fascinating. I have never heard of such witches before”, Taehyung says.

“They’re actually more common than you think. Meredith and Dragana are such a witches, I was such a witch too. We’re actually easier to train. The witches who find magic through practice have to teach themselves how to connect their magic to their emotions while we naturally emotional witches already figured out the best source.”

“That’s so cool. Wow”, Jungkook gasps.

“Yeah it’s cool, but it can also be dangerous if left unattended. Practicing witches know control before they know emotion. ___ has to learn control after emotion.”

“So what does she have to do to not light candles randomly?” Hoseok asks.

“Practice with me. Don’t worry, I know what to do.”

“So that means that we can actually have practice sessions together again? Just like old times?”

Yoongi looks at you, failing to hide the excitement in his eyes. He even shimmies in his chair, nodding his head quickly.

“Waah you two”, Hoseok coos, “are you going to press each other against the fence again?”

“Hoseok”, you gasp, getting up from his lap, “why would you even think that?”

“Well, are you not?”

You and Yoongi exchange a look, both of you flustering greatly.

Hoseok chuckles, “see? Doctor Love always knows what’s up.”

“Sure”, Seokjin laughs.

“Doctor Love?” Jimin asks.

“It was my porn name in the nineties.”

Jimin blinks quickly, “ah. I should have figured.”

“I still have the cassettes. Wanna come over and watch them?”

“Why would I wanna watch your porn?” Jimin says and laughs.

“Why does nobody want to watch my stuff?” Hoseok whines.

“Because we’re not horndogs like you, Hobi”, Seokjin teases and then their loving bickering drowns out in your ears.

You turn to Yoongi, reaching out to caress his cheek. He leans into the touch, gazing at you with love drunk eyes.

“I’m happy, my love”, you say.

Yoongi’s eyes soften. He places his hand over yours on the table, squeezing it gently.

“Me too”, he says quietly.

You kiss his lips.

His cheeks are rosy when you pull back. He lowers his eyes shyly, touching the side of his neck.

“Now there is only one big question left”, Taehyung says.

“What?” Emma asks.

“What are we going to do with Namjoon?”

Eyes flit to Yoongi. The room is silent safe for the music on the radio. Yoongi tightens his jaw.

“We have time”, you throw in, taking Yoongi’s hand, “he won’t be able to leave his cell and until we know what to do, he won’t be a problem for us.”

Yoongi relaxes visibly, sending you a grateful look. He had no answer to Taehyung’s question and feels relieved that you took that burden from him.

“I should practice my magic, Jungkook still needs to practice in perfecting his control, Jimin should renovate his place, you should finally start the family portray of all of us, Hoseok has enough to do with the dance school and I am sure that Emma and Seokjin have lots to do with opening the second perfume store here in town. And Yoongi”, you turn to him, “well, Yoongi finally has to relax for a bit and spend the days making music.”

Yoongi smiles, squeezing your hand.

You turn back to the others.

“We should let winter pass and spring come. There is no more danger out there. We managed to make the world a safer place. So let’s celebrate in that fact for a bit. Let’s live and laugh and be happy.”

They smile.

“I like the sound of this”, Emma says.

“We really did it, didn’t we?” Jimin says, “we’re actually free, aren’t we?”

“We’re free”, Jungkook says, giving Jimin a smile. Jimin retorts it.

“I can’t believe that we actually won”, Hoseok says.

“It’s because we held together. Even if sometimes we fought, we’re family in the end”, Seokjin says.

“Yes, family”, Taehyung agrees, “and once I finished our portrait the whole world will know. We’ll hang it in the entrance hall so that everyone knows. What do you say, hyung?” he says, looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi smiles.

“Yes. Let’s hang it there.”

[manzaza]

perirep with airpods promoting mY WHOLE REVIEW OF THE NEW WISH SOUNDTRACK BECAUSE OHHHHH MY GOD IT GOES SO SO SO HARD (under cut feel free to listen here (also on apple music + yt do in fact give it a listen please yay) !!)

theme song (all the singing songs)

— although i can never truly let go of the og the new theme song will always be a bop

— so upbeat, so happy !!!

new yorkity york

— hazel’s va is such an amazing singer PLEASE if there’s a season 2 give them a musical episode there are not enough musicl numbers

party possum’s friendship song

— better than the chuck e cheese one i heard in the theater earlier lollllllll

— the live band version ate i liked the difference

— unhinged version was so fun the nickelodeon drummer ate up

lovely love song

— still haven’t watched this episode (i was shopping when it aired oops)

— hazel was so silly idk what happens i just remember cupid being there (idk if he was in this at the end that might’ve been hazel’s dad)

i love fries

— HAZEL’S VA SLAYING AGAIN !!!!!

— banger song so real live laugh love fries

— cosmo + wanda contributed yay let them sing

time loops

— addiction,,,,, brainrot even,,,,,,,,,

— cosmo and wanda singing yayyy !!!

— the actual little yay at the end was so silly got a good chuckle

proud of my son — dubstep remix

— this was actually the funniest thing to watch i had this episode pulled up in a panera’s and i was just staring at it like “bro just took over the world for THIS”

— dev is ten so it does make sense

— almost

a new wish (yay background music !!)

— i love all the jazz in the ost just soooo so good

— reminds me of a sam and max kinda intro

— listening to this + the rest just makes me want a video game for ANW so so bad it would genuinely be so much fun to play (will genuinely plot out a tumblr post for this idea)

fly hazel

— banger warmup vibes in the intro

— love how some of the insteuments give like a fly-feeling gimmick (cause she’s a fly)

— little intro chord at the very end eats up

teacher’s pal

— might be one of my fav tracks

— nickeloxeon pianist and saxophonist are eating uppp

— 1:15 was so good

— nickelodeon symphony when

fearless

— somewhat out of place but still fits in with the show vibes

— very lurking

— fnaf 3 am jumpscare (idk i see more poppy playtime in this despite never watching or knowing anything about poppy playtime

— very cheerful kinda scary at the end (yay jasmine!!!)

wellingston hotel

— i rlly like hotel music play this at a marriott hotel NOW

— still haven’t seen this episode (i’m dying to watch it i need to see winn’s introoooo)

— sudden rich person music change

— love you nickelodeon saxophonist !!!!

dev dimmadome

— classic dev intro

— 0:54 is so cruel just label this project h whyyyyyyyy

— just sheer pain in the middle but then they remebered at the end “oh yeah he’s ten”

— it gets so intense at 1:30 broooooo

fairy heist

— i love spy music

— little dev-ness in the middle with the certain gimmick in his track (i might be crazy for this one but idk the “waeahwow” reminded me of something from his track + i think this was in the breaking into school scene idk)

prime meridian love

— literal anime ost

— eats with the dramatic intro

— it faintly reminds me of an ok ko track but just slightly at the beginning of some of the melodies idk might be crazy for this one too

peri and irep

— no way.

— actually no way.

— ship interacts once and they get their own song.

— the twist at the beginning of the track was so hype like the beat is just constantly at odds during this song (and because i’m just like that i have the track times put down too when they swap)

— to not make this any longer the noticeable parts after their intros are like 0:50–1:02 is peri-sounding and then 1:03–1:18 is irep-sounding and from then on their themes are always at a clash with more differences spotted at the end

— will say i love irep’s part at 0:32 and 1:03 that’s so funnnn ahh

— the little villainous laugh at like 1:50 was silly

— the little theme at 3:00 ahhh !!!!!

— might be another fav……. yeah def another fav my airbuds says so

viozalea

— feels so medieval at first and i love it

— quick just like viozalea’s appearance (rip)

rattlleconda

— fire western theme

— still in character with the show the beat was firee

— the soft violin gahhh sheer joy

— intense pressure put on at the end ate

love and games

— rock paper scissors core

— me when rock paper scissors

— wait i actually never watched the valentines episode

— uhhhhhhh second half might be rock paper scissors

— BANGS

— love u Nickelodeon drummer

battle of wands (FINALE)

— shut up this is too glorious of a melody

— ok intense

— oh might’ve just hit one million wishes idk how this song is following the episode

— the chaos in the rhythm eats

— littlt theme at 2:30 aghhhh won

— peri lying dead right after again idk how the episode paces through songs i can spot little scenes here and there

— banged

— little clock beat ahh the happiness

— can’t even tell what happened but good finale

OVERALL i really enjoyed the soundtrack i love how it tries and takes you through the course of the episode and it’s so so fun!! almost feels like video game music sometimes which is so so good for them like YES drop a new wish video game it would be so good !!!!

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - We In A Slump, but help might be coming from a very strange source

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Sept 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - I don’t have a lot to say except that the plot is somewhat predictable but the show is still very engaging. War is fantastic. I’m enjoying it a hell of a lot.

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) ep 10 of 12 - The second leads are getting better in this one. I understand where they are coming from, which makes their conflict so much more understandably painful, and honest to a friends2lovers trope. The main couple is kinda standard college relationship drama, but they are cuties.  

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 4 of 12 - How is Ohm so damn gorgeous? Meanwhile, babies’ first argument. And it’s sponge bath time. Q has got to be wondering if Min is as meticulous with all kinds of care and attention to detail all......the......time. Somebody here in the hellhole said something about this being "the most BL to ever BL." And I think they’re right. At least right now. Although, watch out, we got us a new contender from the east.

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - I do love the continuation of the perversion, in a good way, of the punishment trope from last week's episode. Oh, has the show finally remembered its title? NO SINGING. 

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 7 of 10 - More kidnapping and an attack and now there’s a girl involved and somebody’s going to China and I don’t understand anything! And I don’t really care. Is this how the actual book originally went? Because it’s wild. Also TOO MANY of flashbacks. I guess they got a bit of a boyfriend era, and the claiming during the water fight was cute, but otherwise...... meh

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 2 of 15 - One shouldn’t make comparisons, of course, but all I can think about is how amazing Captain was as Noh in the original series. Thus this show is mostly just making me want to rewatch the original. It’d be an interesting twist to have Aim be queer instead of a damaged cool girl slut. Was the helmet hand letting go a foreshadow of the iconic bookstore hands letting go? Also, I gotta say for the second episode of a series there are already too many flashbacks. Why are they using filler when they have so much content crammed into so few (comparable) episodes for a series? It’s annoying. Stop it.

Live in Love (Sun Gaga) ep 4 of 5 - This show has some interesting, if heavy handed, things to say about shipping and trolling, but also predatory/proprietary female behavior. It’s fascinating to see it tackled head on, if handled in a profoundly clumsy manner. I’m not sure how I feel about it. That said, most of this episode was actually an advertisement for a resort in Phuket. 

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) ep 2 of 10 - I'm getting What's Wrong with Secretary Kim? vibes from this show. Only this is WAY more bullying. It’s very old-fashioned 90’s billionaire romance novel only gay. It’s never a good sign when I’m watching two boys kiss and I really want one of them to just bite the other ones lip off instead.

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 9 of 12 - No ep this week. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 8 of 10 - Gosh it’s so frikin adorable. Baby got sick. He has SUCH A CRUSH. And such a courageous little confession! Yay! Can’t wait for next week. 

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YouTube) ep 1 - sure, yes this is, in fact, just Ba Vinh doing his thing with pretty boys again. And yet...... There is a REASON this leapt into the standings guns blazing. So it’s high school set but it's stepbrothers trope. (My, aren’t we popular this year?) I know, but I NEVER get tired of this trope. We got us Bach (BV's sullen tsundere) and Dat (babygirl meets bully). It’s GREAT how the brothers' dynamic is entirely different at school than when they're at home. My ear isn’t trained for Vietnamese, but I think Dat is using different pronouns depending on his location (his personality entirely shifts when he’s at school). I’m not sold on the Bach character, although I always trust BV to serve in the end (at least we know the kisses will be good), but Dat is utterly in love, a touch spicy, and reasonably complex. The surrounding cast is good too, my favorite pretty boy is there playing top dog (woof), and one of the besties is out gay (YAY!). The plot of the show is...... well...... absent. Nothing happened. But if we are aiming for Love Sick slice of life style BL, I'm game. Subs are appropriately terrible and confusing. But I like it A FUCK TON so far, so I’m gonna keep it in rotation. Nice to have Vietnam back in play. What a shocker.

2024 has been a year of upsets.

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 3 of 10 eps - I weirdly enjoyed the farcical music and the utter absurdity of the court case. I also liked how it highlighted what a good team these two are. Frankly I don’t mind a bit of an antihero sleazy lawyer + conman, it's engaging. I’m getting wholesome out of Thailand. I don’t really need it from Japan at the moment. Also I don’t believe for one second our conman actually is serious about the relationship. Conmen gonna con. I'm reminded of the scorpion and the frog fable.

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) ep 8 of 12 - I love Orca so much. I do not love the autotuned version of Orca, but I knew what I was in for with this particular show, it's in the title after all. I did laugh a whole lot when Laing used kha. Hon, I don't think that word means what you think it means......

The On1y One (Taiwan Thurs Gaga) eps 11-12fin - I never thought I’d say this, but the pacing was off in the penultimate episode. Taiwan, and its chronic misuse of flashbacks strikes again. That said we eventually got a "lock in" trope and Wang being the biggest little flirt shit in the cafe OMG!!! Of course, you shouldn’t use a girl to torment your bf, but it was so well done, I can’t really complain. Meanwhile, teacher kisses. And now I understand exactly why they’re present in this narrative. Clever. Bummer of a burden on that ending though. I cannot see how they’ll manage to stick this landing. [That was ep 11]

AND NOW EP 12 - doomey doomey doom

Not the water bottle trope! Argh the teenage lust of it all. Just stop it. Wang is so smart he knows exactly how bad he has to be to leave the class. And his bf certainly knows that too. And......

......

So that was not an ending and I’m not happy about it and no one is surprised. Even I’m not surprised. I’m just disappointed. Even tho I suspected this was where we were headed I'm disappointed. That’s it. That’s all I got. How do I review something that was such a crushing let down?

Conclusion:

Based on a Mou Mou novel + the Your Name Engraved Herein team, this is old-school coming of age BL and it was bloody fantastic. Tsundere seme to beat all tsundere (smartest + tallest + bestest at everything but people) meets socially-ept cutie smart-ass uke. They're living together by end of ep 1 and start kissing by end of ep 2. A stellar tense slow burn stepbrothers trope that ate my life and than just belly-flopped the finale. What I'm left with is epic levels of disappointment and well...... at least nobody died? My standard "fatally flawed" rating for any BL is 4/10 so I guess that’s what I’m giving it. 

Before you ask me for the stats: Taiwan does not have a history of second seasons. I went ahead and ran the numbers and the odds are certainly not in our favor. I put the chances at 2%.

Yes, I contemplated a revenge rating of 2/10 but even I'm not that mean.

It's airing but...

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai being converted into a café. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.

In Case You Missed It

Falling For My Boss is vertical format (nash) short from Korean BL about a happy-go-unlucky man who keeps losing his flower shop business because of romantically misbehaving employees (apparently it's a thing). When his best employee brings in a new boy he's worried she's falling for him, but it turns out it's his own heart on the line. He a clueless softy and The Boy is a lost broken sweetheart, making this a gentle little snippet of a show. There's a baby linguistic negotiation, some hung slinging, awkward handholds, and everyone is very pretty. For me the absence of kisses and the vertical format were more annoying than the length, which felt fine but many viewers will find too short. I enjoyed the 30 minutes of cute. All of which makes this a solid 7/10 from me. It was originally only available on this one ap in very short form with ads so I wasn't gonna bother. Then some kind soul cut it together without ads and stuck it up for download. Say thank you.

Oddball recommendation next: This podcast episode touches on some stuff we see in Thai BL so I think it's worth listening to. Journalist Dominic Faulder on the Complex History Between Thailand & Myanmar

Happy of the End (Japan Gaga) - Completed its run. A boy is disowned for being gay, dumped by his boyfriend, and ends up in a dysfunctional co-dependant relationship with his would-be kidnapper. We were due for another messy JBL and it's exactly as expected. I do not like it at all and DNFed. Gossip round the hellhole is that was a solid decision.

Marriage Equality Law has officially been enacted in Thailand...

Yes the actual law. Goes into effect Jan 22, 2025

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Coming Oct 2024:

10/3 Fourever You (Thai iQIYI?) 16 eps - New directs Earth (UWMA, 12%) + Pond (Century of Love, 180 Degrees), Bas (Gen Y, 2 Moons) + Maxky (Why You… Y Me?) and other familiar faces like Bever. Sampler pack university BL from Wabi Sabi that looks like it's trying to be a gay Boys Over Flowers (4 older med students hot boys) and I'm not mad about it. Trailer Not sure who's distributing this but my guess is iQIYI since they had the last few from this house.

10/7 Every You Every Me (Thai Gaga) 10 eps - Jade and Chin have lived over a thousand lifetimes. In each one they somehow manage to fall in love with each other. (This pair, TopMick was piloted in a My Universe ep, that was one of the only ones I liked.)

10/10 Eccentric Romance (Korea ????) 12 eps - Silkwood’s 2nd Thai/Korean colab, that has been in production since 2022 which is a LONG time in the BL world. I'm worried but I like the concept: friends of 10 years who’ve been hiding feelings for each other enter the same university. Plus MURDER.

10/10 Gangster and His Boyfriend (Korea ????) 8 eps? - Kim Dong Bin (famous trainee & idol reality competitor, yeah that happens) stars as a fallen idol who unexpectedly becomes entangled in a gangster family. Discovers that his friend’s father is responsible for the murder of his entire family years ago. I don't know much about this one, neither does anyone else and I'm not sure where I got that release date so……

10/21 Love in the Big City (Korea ????) 8 eps - Adaptation of Booker-nominated famous coming of age novel of the same title by Park Sang-Young. Cynical yet fun loving student writer Young pinballs from home, to class, to Tinder matches. He and Jaehee, his female besie and roommate, frequent nearby bars where they push away their worries about life, love, and money with soju. As time passes Jaehee settles down and leaves Young to face his problems on his own. Young finding comfort in the arms of the series of men, including one whose handsomeness is matched by his coldness and another who might be the great love of his life. Not really BL. Stars Kim Go-eun (The King: Eternal Monarch), Noh Sang-hyun, and Nam Yoon Su (The King’s Affection). This already released as a movie and isn't very well regarded, this date is supposedly an international release as a series. I'm wary of it being BL.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I got nothing, The On1y One drove me into a funk.

(Last week)

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