#geeky Valentine

[mellowmochiart]

💖 One Valentine to rule them all... and some silly LOTR cards to share! 🧙‍♂️✨

I drew these to add to goodie bags for work, but wanted to share here too!

Who in your fellowship deserves one? 🥰♥️

[darkelfdice]

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[toruandmidori]

BE MY COMPANION?

Valentine’s Day is fast approaching, make your companion go wibbly-wobbly at the knees with our cute, stylish Doctor Who inspired Valentines card. 

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[truebluemeandyou]

I will be posting my most popular Valentine’s DIYs up until February 14th for those new-ish to my blog. I’d have been blogging on Tumblr since 2011 and have hundred of cheap, clever, and unique Valentine’s Day ideas here.

DIY Geeky Science Valentine’s Day Cards  

I have posted Evil Mad Scientist’s Valentine’s Day cards every year - for the past 6 years. How can you express your love this year?

This year’s set features geometry, division by zero, batteries, a nod to quantum chromodynamics, and two very bad puns. (Sorry not sorry.)

You can find these Valentines at Evil Mad Scientist here. I’ve posted all 6 years of Evil Mad Scientist’s Valentines, but you can download all 7 years of them at the link.  

2018 - 6 cards featuring parallel lines, friction, and activation energy

2017 - “atomic orbitals, exponential growth, and an epsilon delta declaration of love”

2016 - “Pluto’s cold heart, and the perfect card for your robotic expression of love”

2015 - love, hearts, and arrows

2014 - 6 symbol heavy cards

2013 - 6 equation heavy cards

[starlitgaylien]

God, he's such a fucking nerd.

I love him. Never change, love.

[angels-read-fanfiction-too]

Some very quick Eltingville valentines headcannons ^^!

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Bill Dickey:

He did NOT know it was valentines day

The type of guy to complain about how it was made up by company's to make money or some other joyless crap

If he did get you something, it would probably be simple and related to something you both like so he could borrow it lol

Gets kinda defensive and embarrassed if you try to pull anything lovey dovey on him but if you give him something important to him and something that shows you care about him and his interests, he will be very touched!

After that gift, he isn't very physically affectionate but he does just generally stand and sit much closer to you

Probably brags about whatever you get for him to his friends, rubbing the fact that he has a partner and they don't in their faces

I imagine he gives you some money for you to spend yourself since it was so last minute and didn't want to get you a bad valentines present so just figured this was easier

Pete Dinuzio:

He sets up a little movie night!

He doesn't fully get the appeal of valentines but he knows he's gotta put in some kind of effort

Lots and lots of chocolate and snacks for you two to share! If you can stomach the movie he chooses

He might let you choose the movie this time but only with the promise that he gets to next time

Definitely tried to pull some FREAKY shit...

Just thinks it's natural for couples to do that kind of thing on valentines and that you two should too

I don't know how but i get he still kinda stinks after a shower, i don't know how to describe it but i could never imagine him smelling anything but bad

You can decide if you want that stuff to happen but it will definitely start with a steamy make out session to an insanely gory scene in a disgusting horror movie

Josh Levy:

I can imagine him asking his mum on what clothes he should get you; something simple like a cardigan or a top or some pyjamas

Invites you over and asks his parents to leave (which they don't do) so he's kinda pissy when you get there

You both have some dinner together that his mum made and he probably gets forced to wear something slightly less slobbish. Nothing fancy, just maybe something that doesn't reek and has something other than a geeky reference on it

He still has that dune t-shirt underneath his jumper and immediately gets back into that after dinner

I can imagine Bill as Greedo318 trying to bother him on his night with you since he previously mentioned to the club that he'd be going on a date

It's your choice wether you want to try to talk him out of fighting back against Bill's very clear rage bait but either way, you'll have to calm him down after lolol ^^

He truly appreciates having you around and having someone to truly understand him away from the mocking the club gives him and he tells you that on that night <3

Jerry Stokes:

Also forgot lol ^^

Rushed to the shops on the day to get some flowers but there was only kinda shitty wilted ones so he had to make do

He didn't really clean himself up much but probably did a once over to check if he was looking particularly grimy and did a small wash if he was

He rings your doorbell and gives you the flowers when you answer, happy but also nervous since he almost forgot valentines with his first partner!

"Beedee beedee beedee! Happy Valentines, buck!"

He gives you a kiss on the cheek and comes in to hang out with you

You both do pretty mundane everyday things and it's just very comfortable ^^

You two might do some doodles of your dnd characters kissing or writing a little story about how they could meet lolol!

Probably pretty bad at kissing but he does kiss you so points for confidence!

You two are like always touching in some way through out the night; holding hands, kissing, hugging, sitting right next to each other so your legs are touching etc

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Sorry this was so short but happy valentines everyone!

[frekyaka]

Another (old) oc

I forgot to post these a few days ago but I redrew my first eltingville oc I did like when I first got into the pilot for the first time? (Legit butterflies on billy ballsack..) she was supposedly scrapped because in my opinion I wasn't really feeling her and also because it's quite self indulging to the point I'm cringing on myself so I had to drop her ass, but I like how I did her hair so she's back in business BAAAABYYY

(also boken inglish forgib me 😢)

First design (I was making an introduction thing and gave up halfway)

Lazy redraww (I made her a bad bitch in the wte vers like damn..?? what even is my sexuality anymore 💀)

I guess background info? (I'll make one for Dane, yes I'm looking at you @/indohyusbarf 🫵😋)

warning: very lengthy.. ?? I'm just yapping at this point.. sorry bros.. got too into it.. 😭

Valentine 'Val' Cooper is one of the popular girls in eltingville high or whatever. She's related to Joe (crazy..), and works in Joe's comic book store as a punishment for her rich ahh parents because she was caught in a major scandal and to also learn how the real world operates, be in shes excellent for the job as she casually rips people off 5 times the price, she's a business woman, just like her parents, and uses it in her ability to get more money and shit, (casually steals money from the register). She's perfect for the job but she has a complete intolerance to geeks and nerds (she doesn't know the difference and would not care to even correct herself, as if on purpose), saying that they are the disease and should get rid off in this orb of a planet.

Reasons and her views on geeks or nerds in general??:

She places immense value on social status, popularity, and outward appearances, carrying a deep-seated belief that people should conform to mainstream ideals, often viewing those who stray from the norm (especially geeks and nerds) as socially inept or unworthy of respect, being a 'geek' signifies obsession with niche or unconventional interests that diverge from what they consider acceptable or admirable. Rather than deeply engaging with any subjects outside their comfort zone, she participates only in trends they deem acceptable (within popular culture), she's uncomfortable with the people who get so obsessed (in her opinion to a borderline extent), that this discomfort she feels manifests into having bitchy judgmental attitude toward those who become borderline obsessed with their hobbies, such as video games, comic book fandoms, or technology (typical geeky shittt, like damn girl you hate ppl having fun??)

Working in Joe's shop/having to interact with geeks/nerds:

When confronted with someone who has a deep fascination or obsession, Val's reaction will be overly critical or dismissive, rolling her eyes, interrupt, or change the subject abruptly (are you gonna pay or not? 🙄), believing that engaging in such conversations is a waste of time or even flat out embarrassing. She firmly believes that social interactions should adhere to certain unwritten rules, and those who openly geek out about their interests defy those norms. She finds it very difficult to tolerate long conversations about niche topics that they don't understand or enjoy, perceiving it as self-indulgent and inconsiderate to the person they're talking to. (Neurotypical mindset .. sighs)

Finally, her experience with the gang (the elting shits!!):

Bill - she hates geeks

Josh - she hates fat geeks

Jerry - she hates socially awkward geeks

Pete - she hates .. geeks

I'll make an in-depth of their relationships one day 💀

Dane (oc) - she hates gay people, geeky religious geeks

Her relationship with Dane: (a little snippet of Dane's personality)

They have a sort of rivalry, more on to Dane than Val (She could not care less!! 🤣🤣). Dane hates her guts so much (because in his opinion she's just like the serpent in Adam and Eve),which Val takes it in her advantage to humiliate him if possible.

Back then, Val tried to flirt with Dane when they first met, which Dane pulled the fucking bible and recited bit by bit from the passage

1 Thessalonians 4:3-8..

straight up yapping away, straight up yelling it mostly to himself and Val is just taking it in.. So then the next time they meet, Val is either notoriously bullying him or ignores him, which both infuriates Dane (boy make up your damn mind.)

HYPOCRITE PAST:

In her younger years, she proudly identified as an 'otaku,' immersing herself in the world of Japanese pop culture. She adored reading shoujo manga and watching romance shows. She dives her interest in crossdressing too, typically dressing up as beautiful anime men (ikemen). However, as she transitioned into high school and embraced a more popular persona, her relationship with these interests began to shift.

Her passionate love for anime, manga, and crossdressing that once brought her joy seems to clash with the image she has cultivated as the popular girl (due to her parents influence to her and the school). In her sudden lift in being part of her new social circle, she has distanced herself from anything related to geek culture, adopting a dismissive attitude toward those who continue to embrace it. What was once a source of pride has now transformed into a source of embarrassment, leading her to criticize and even resent those who identify as geeks, nerds, or otakus.

She immerses herself in being part of a clique, classic hookups and drama, she engages her watch of sitcoms,and other mainstream movies and shows within her new social context. Instead of engaging in crossdressing, she now focuses on wearing stylish and sexy bad bitch clothes in typical popular and societal fashion (you go girl YEAAAHHHHHH)

She often looks down on those who continue to immerse themselves in the culture she has left behind, failing to recognize the beauty of the very interests that once brought her happiness.

[theshortkings]

ᥫ᭡ SEX FOR HOMEWORK — "after being a virgin all his life, elliot is content to keep his v-card this valentine's day. but everything changes when his roommate, chance, inadvertently walks in on him pleasuring himself. the interruption adds an awkward twist to what elliot hoped would be a special and private affair, leaving him to navigate both his embarrassment and the complexities of their relationship."

⺡ word count: 4.3k ~ MDNI | AO3 | elliot x chance

content warning masturbation, loss of virginity, drunk, multi orgasms, roommates, fingering, porn addiction, scent kink, shameless, sloppy make outs, creampie, nsfw content, aftercare

Elliot is a devoted virgin to his core. He stands out with his distinctive looks and mannerisms, especially when discussing his geeky and nerdy interests. His graphic tees and pleasant smile highlight his personality.

Anyone could easily pick him out from a crowd because of his distinct vibe and first impressions. Despite having no preferences or dating skills able to land a lovely lady in the first place, he's content spending long hours trapped in his shared dorm room, avoiding interaction with the outside world as he indulges in the simple pleasures of video games and masturbating.

There, slumps isolated in his dimly lit room on Valentine's Day of all days, the laughter of couples celebrating their love echoing just outside his cracked window, but even then, the thought of being in a relationship couldn't be further from his mind. With his roommate being what some may call a playboy, Elliot figures he won't return to the dorms anytime soon on such a sex-themed holiday, so what's the problem with having a little solo fun?

Elliot sighs, hand traveling to his already tented erection. He's so deprived and worked up from the day he's supposed to be spending with the love of his life, but instead, he finds himself alone, sulking in a shared dorm room.

He's sprawled out on his soft, plush mattress, the gentle gift of fabric cradling his body as he sinks into its comforting, cold embrace. The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls, creating an atmosphere that reflects his solitude. He stares up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of his loneliness pressing down on him, searching for anything that might distract him from the echoing silence that surrounds him. Elliot lies there motionless, his eyes fluttering shut as his slender fingers wander down the waistband of his pants in a soothing, deliberate motion, caressing the touch-starved as he ventures into the depths. He's so unbelievably pent up from this shitty day, harboring emotions he can't even begin to put into words, he needs this, he needs this more than anything.

A refreshing chill courses through his body, seeping down his stomach and delicately following the contours of his pelvic bone, sending tingling goosebumps that trail along his warm skin. The sensation is both invigorating and oddly comforting, as it wraps around him, awakening his senses and heightening his awareness of every subtle movement, which only serves to add to his arousal.

Elliot groans under his breath, jerking his hips forward and rutting his cock in and out of his fist. He's gone so long without touching himself that it almost hurts; burns even. He has to cum so badly, within no time beads of pre-ejaculate are oozing from his cock head and streaming down his hand in thin, white twines. He's been so busy with college work and his part-time job that he's forgotten this feeling of pent-up lust—the necessity to get himself off.

His hips involuntarily begin putting forth their own frantic pace, working upwards into the hand—he's so fucking needy right now, his cock aches to cum.

Huffing out a small whimper as his balls smack against the bedsheets, making them tighten. His fingers, now drenched in his salty juices, work their way to the sensitive, overstimulated tip of his weeping cock, trailing his index finger along the slit and smearing his precum. He braces himself, thrusting his red, inflamed, deprived tip into his fist before eventually bringing his hand up and down the entirety of his shaft.

But wait, something's amiss.

He gently tugs at a piece of fabric hidden beneath his pillow, revealing a sleek, freshly pressed black blazer that belongs to his roommate. Its surface gleams under the soft light, the silk feeling luxurious against his fingertips. Elliot knows his roommate has dozens of blazers in every shade imaginable, so he hopes he won't notice one gone. A slight flutter of anxiety twists in his stomach as he wonders if this small theft will go unnoticed—or if he'll regret it later. But right now, with the blazer crumpled in his fist, he couldn't care less.

Elliot's erection throbs, he pulls his pretty slicken cock from the confines of his underwear. With the blazer still clenched in his white-knuckled grip, his head lolls back against the supportive pillows. His fist glides messily from the base to the tip, his hips bucking slightly each time his fingers gingerly rub over the shaft. A rush of conflicting emotions swells within him; he feels like a pervert, a solitary savage in a world of romance seekers. As he lifts the blazer to his nose, he inhales deeply, savoring the faint, lingering scent of his roommate's cologne—a mixture of musk and cedar that evokes memories of late nights and whispered secrets. The fragrance envelops him, fueling his thrusts. He chokes his cock, making the tip bleed a bright, apparent red.

"Fuck," He curses through his clenching teeth. His entire body convulsed as the fire once stored in his abdomen began to make its way southbound. With his face buried deep into the fabric, he gasps loudly, letting his moans and whines drive him toward his climax. He fuck his hand into oblivion, unable to hold himself back. It feels so good, his body shakes, trembling as he's inadvertently shoved over the edge, hard.

Elliot can't recall another time when he's felt so entirely blissful. His eyes roll to the back of his skull, inhaling the fumes as he spills thick, white, goopy strings into the palm of his working hand.

His head is thrust back, and his mouth hangs open in a silent gasp, as a whirlwind of sensations swirls inside him. For a couple of seconds, he feels completely frozen, trapped in a moment where thoughts and words escape him, riding through his blissful high.

But this, unfortunate for him, doesn't last long.

"Elliot,"

The voice sent a chilling wave coursing through him, twisting his stomach into knots of dread that left no room for the high he had been riding. Just as he began to float in a blissful haze, reality yanked him back down.

Quaking, he peels away the jet-black fabric that obscured his face, desperately hoping that the familiar voice was merely a trick of the wind. Unfortunately, that hope was dashed in an instant.

As he lifted the fabric, the first thing that struck him was the harsh, blinding light—an unforgiving glare that seemed to mock his disorientation. It illuminated his half-nude body, exposing him in a way that felt both vulnerable and strange. The world around him slowly came into focus, revealing the blindingness of his surroundings, and with it, the unsettling contrast between the euphoria he'd felt moments before and the jarring reality now confronting him. Fuck.

Offering any form of explanation was automatically thrown out the window the moment Chance stepped through that door; in an ironic sense, he was caught with his pants down.

Eliot is shocked, still like a deer caught in headlights, and it takes him a moment to realize what has happened. His roommate, the one who fueled his sexually charged fantasies for months now, has walked in on him jerking off.

His mind spun in a whirlwind of emotions as he fumbled to pull the sheets over his bare body.

"Chance, what the hell!—Huu, I mean, why are you back so early? It's Valentine's Day," Elliot catches himself, trying to bite back the sheer embarrassment behind his words.

"What, are you curious if I got dumped?" Chance asks, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. He pauses for a moment, his expression thoughtful as if weighing the importance of the question, before a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "You seem far too busy to be worrying about someone else's problems. Don't let me hold you back." The air around him feels charged with a playful tension while genuinely enjoying the lighthearted banter.

"Wait... this isn't what you think..." Elliot stammers, trying to force a believable explanation. Before he can do so, Chance staggers towards his roommate's bed, clearly having had some beers, as he shrugs off his jacket.

"Oh yeah? So you weren't just huffing on my shirt while jerking off?"

Elliot's throat goes dry, and panic surges through him—what is he going to do now? He's caught; the weight of the moment sits heavy on his chest. If word of this gets out, his reputation will be shattered, reduced to nothing more than whispers and gossip swirling around campus. The thought of his peers' judgment sends a chill down his spine. He can't by any means let that happen.

His face is a vibrant palette of rosy hues, embarrassment smoldering as his thoughts swirl like a ruthless typhoon. Chance sits on the edge of the mattress, mouth open to speak his mind, but Elliot beats him to it.

"Please don't tell anyone, I beg you. Look, I'll do anything you want; just keep this between us," he almost begs, his voice low and revealing his thoughts. Chance looks almost puzzled by this sudden offer as if he never had any intention of doing that in the first place. But now, the offer was on the table.

"Alright then, In return for my silence, how about I give your virgin ass a lesson on sex?" Elliot blinks, then blinks again—a blank expression drawn across his features as he remains motionless. Is this a dream? Is this another one of his delusional daydreams playing sick tricks on him? No, this is the real thing.

The thought of Chance, this enchanting and charismatic man, taking his virginity felt like almost a dream come true for him. Elliot often found himself lost in daydreams, imagining the tenderness and connection they would share in that moment. It was as if the universe had conspired to create the perfect scenario, and he couldn't shake the feeling that this fantasy was slowly turning into a possible reality.

"It's not a bad deal if you ask me," Chance says, the offer remaining constant as his fingers creep towards the edge of the silk covers, drawing them back to reveal the tenderness of soft skin hidden beneath.

"Ugh... that's not..." Elliot tries to argue, but even his thoughts betray him.

"Just think about it. I'll get my Valentine's Day hookup, and you'll be relieved of your V-card." Chance pulls back the covers, exposing the peppered happy trail trailing down the middle of the other man's slender pelvis. "It's a win-win if you ask me."

The thought of losing his virginity to the man whom he fantasizes about nearly every night doesn't seem so bad.

"Don't worry..." Chance says softly, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on the tense curve of Elliot's contracting stomach. The warmth of his lips made the muscles beneath the contact relax slightly, as if reassurance flowed through the delicate touch. Chance gazes up, his eyes brimming with sincerity and affection, adding, "I'll make sure you feel amazing." The sincerity in his voice promised comfort and care in a way Elliot had never seen before. In that fleeting moment of rational thought, his mind is made up—fuck it.

Now pinned helplessly onto the mattress, he's willingly at the command of Chance, who looms over him with a towering, authoritative figure, caressing every inch of his sensitive and warm flesh as he slowly lifts the hem of his t-shirt. The soft fabric brushed against his skin, revealing a hint of the toned, plump stomach beneath. The light streams through a bedside lamp, casting a warm glow that highlights the contours of his body. Each careful movement seems almost deliberate as if Chance was savoring the moment, mulling over how to approach this while admiring the shirt Elliot wore and what lay beneath it.

"Wait, what are you—mmh!" Before Elliot manages to voice his protest, a long, agile tongue glides across his perky nipple, expertly collecting its faint soap flavors from his previous shower. The pinkish-red tongue swirls and dances, lapping at the surface with pinpoint-like precision, leaving behind an uneven landscape of melted cream and red pigments. The unexpected sensation sent a surge of surprise coursing through him, and Elliot could only sit back and watch wide-eyed as the playful intrusion indulged in a lewd showcase.

The mouth encases his bud in a glossy sheen, highlighting the irritated skin beneath. Its primary focus is on one of the rock-hard nipples, ruthlessly abusing the bud as Elliot bites back moans of pleasure, which threaten to break through.

"Foreplay is important, y'know, it's what gets her all wet and tingly inside," Chance explains, observing his naive and inexperienced prey, a mix of curiosity and trepidation swelling within him. As he savors the moment, an intoxicating blend of anticipation washes over him, making him acutely aware of the power dynamics at play.

Elliot doesn't respond—he can't more or less. Not with the sensation of a large, cold hand snaking down his bare body, taking in each curve and every crevice. Elliot can't suppress the gasp that escapes from his mouth any longer, caught off guard by the cold sensation enveloping his fully erect cock; already soaked from his previous actions.

"Scared?... Don't be, imma teach you well," But unknown to him, Elliot's solo orgasms would only come with the thought of him. Nights of pleasuring himself to the very thought of this moment brings Chance to mind—his muscular frame exuding strength, skin marked by a striking ashy hue. His tousled, short hair and the lustful musk that surrounds him create an irresistible allure, heightening the desire in the air.

Elliot can't speak, too overwhelmed by the sight, so all he can manage is to stare at the little space between their bodies. Moans pierce the air as his overstimulated cock is pumped at a constant, rhythmic pace compelling it to dribble and leak. Elliot wants this, no, he needs this, but he can't help but clamp his legs shut out of the sheer shame and humiliation threatening to consume him.

"Oh, don't be like that. Just say the word, and I'll stop. But until then..." Chance positions himself carefully in the narrow gap between the now-parting thighs, hoping to diffuse the palpable tension that hung in the air. "I take it that I can continue?"

Yes, oh god yes—stopping now would mean he would inevitably die a virgin, something Elliot couldn't fathom. He needs Chance to fuck him, stuff him full of his gooey love. And at this exact moment, he wants nothing more in the entire world.

Chance takes his time to unravel the rest of himself, his cock finally unconfined and unbelievably hard. Elliot stutters, the sight alone made his own erection twitch against the coolness of his roommate's palm.

"Be good and stay still f'me." Elliot obediently kept his thighs still even though they were begging to be shaken, to be able to tremble.

Chance firmly grasps the plump thighs, lifting them apart as if they were a delicate marionette. He positions them carefully in the air, each one suspended and seemingly weightless.

"Hold them," Chance barks a command, and Elliot does just that.

Elliot has never experienced such a profound sense of embarrassment in his life. His cheeks flushed deep crimson as he lay frozen in place, the weight of the moment bearing down on him. Engulfed in a fiery wave of shame, every secret was laid bare before Chance's scrutinizing gaze. As the awkward silence stretched on, Elliot couldn't shake the feeling of being completely exposed and so utterly exposed while at the mercy of his befaited roommate.

His cock lay flat against his stomach, holding himself open and inviting Chance inside. He whines suddenly, a sharp and unexpected sound that ripples through his vocal cords, not expecting the circular motion to massage around the plump ring.

"So around here would be the vagina," Chance explains, and Elliot, consumed by unrestrained desire, lost sight of the purpose behind their lesson.

In his eagerness, he forgot that the focus was supposed to be on understanding the female anatomy. Instead of conveying knowledge and appreciation, his thoughts drifted into a realm of pure lust, overshadowing the educational aspect.

Each rub, each touch, was enough to send him over the edge. But Elliot wants it to last longer, considering he's been waiting his entire life for a moment like this; to be fucked by the prince of his lewd daydreams. Even masturbating didn't work, not without his distinguishable cologne and musk. He wonders if Chance would wholeheartedly accept him, knowing all the lewd and despicable activities he's been doing behind closed doors. Wondering if he would still be here.

"Carefully rub the slit along the line and gently insert it into the opening of the lower part." He demonstrates, working two fingers inside to release all the pressure bubbling up.

Elliot swallows lulls of longing while peppered kisses emerge on the inside of his trembling thigh. Elliot had no idea what could be better than this, but Chance had proven to be pretty fucking creative in the bedroom. So he closed his eyes and bit his lip, trying to hold himself back.

"See? Just like that..." Chance whispers, causing the radiant throbbing between his legs to worsen and burn. "Hey, Elliot, are you even paying attention?"

He was, fuck he was. He wants to learn from Chance, it has to be him.

His back arches, pushing his ass against the fingers in a desperate attempt to make them penetrate further. In response to this, Chance curls his knuckle and begins massaging the inside of the fleshy walls with intricate circles. But this wasn't enough, no, not by a long shot. Elliot needs something bigger, longer, and girthier to penetrate his asshole. He needs Chance to go deeper already, force more fingers into his ass, ravish his poor hole until he's screaming with pleasure. He wants his roommate to fill him up and make it hurt so that the pain would remind him of what they had done. If he couldn't have Chance's feelings, he would at least have a reminder of his lust.

Although, on the other hand, Chance wasn't having any of it, he stayed perfectly content with the rhythm he set. No matter how much Elliot tosses and turns, trying to suck his finger deeper into that needy plump hole, Chance kept it gentle.

Just when Elliot was getting desperate enough to plead, Chance finally pushed his finger deeper and squeezed in another. It elicited a happy moan from the man sprawled beneath him, which in turn made Chance groan. Elliot is getting close. He began chanting Chance's name underneath his heavy huffs, over and over again, catching his breath in between.

Suddenly, the fingers brushed against something inside Elliot—a place that felt like heaven. Elliot has never before experienced such pleasure, not even alone. It sent shivers down his whole spine and made him see stars. Chance continues to abuse the spot, and it was simply too much—he tumbles over the edge and cums for the second time that night.

Elliot's glossy eyes roll back into his cranium, and he moans a slutty little sound from the top of his lungs, nails digging into the flesh of his plush thighs. It felt like his balls were exploding, his cock shooting rope after rope of sticky release, covering his labored-induced stomach.

Does Elliot have any idea just how precious he looks right now? Tears glisten in his eyes, giving him that sweet vulnerability as he appears blissfully lost in his own world. His appearance is tousled and messy, a charming disarray that only adds to his arousing allure. He shyly turns his face away, its skin still flushed with a warm, rosy hue, a testament to the high levels of embarrassment he's experiencing. As he breathes heavily, beads of drool form and string down his chin, creating an innocent yet endearing picture of pure bliss.

"Fuck, you're such a massive turn-on," Chance hovers over him, his thick tip brushing against the crevice of the ass; naturally. Elliot whines, overstimulation pricking at his eyelids, but Chance hushes him, sitting up properly to get into a more controlled position.

"Chance...!" Elliot winces, his rough grip tightening on his inviting thighs as Chance lines himself up, pure lust driving his every motion.

Satisfied but still longing for more, Chance grunts, the noises travel right to Elliot's cock as he pushes inside. His virgin hole clamps down on the intruder's shaft, tight and wet from the precum speared across his rim. It's so, so hot as Chance loses himself and fucks into him. As his pace quickens, another sudden wave of embarrassment and shame washes over Elliot, flooding through him like an uncontrollable tide. He grapples with the conflicting feelings of pleasure that accompany each thrust, igniting a sense of guilt for savoring such an intimate moment. He can't help himself.

"Yeah? That feels real good, hm?" Chance asks, his coo sends a chill down every lone vertebra of Elliot's spine.

"Mhmm...!" he responds, his words caught somewhere between desire, unable to fully form a sentence as muffled sounds slip away from him. His eyes glazed over, shimmering like pools of water under the soft glow of the lights, revealing a swirling mix of emotions—yearning, discovery, and a hint of vulnerability.

Chance humps himself into the very aroused hole, the obscene sounds could've made a series of moans fly from his roommate's lips, and they did just that.

While he ruts violently inside, his thrust is accompanied by a mixture of short grunts and groans, he glances down at Elliot, a perfect display of endearing submission as he bottoms out on Chance's large cock. He doesn't return his glance; instead, his gaze is fixed upward, almost as if he's searching for something elusive in the vast expanse above. His mouth hangs open, slightly ajar, releasing sharp, uneven breaths that resonate with a mix of exhaustion and intensity. Each labored inhale seems to echo the weight of his thoughts, as if the air itself is heavy with the unspoken.

Chance leans in closer, his breath warm against the skin, and presses gentle yet passionate kisses against the soft, inviting lips before him. Each kiss deepens, his mouth lingering slightly longer as if savoring the sweetness of the moment. With a boldness that sends a thrill through him, he takes advantage of those parted lips slightly and slips his tongue inside, exploring the warmth and softness of his mouth. The taste is intoxicating, and he loses himself in the sensation.

Elliot has never kissed anyone before, Chance is his first kiss. Unsure of how to respond at first, he found his mouth overwhelmed by the lingering taste of the beers Chance had enjoyed earlier during a wild night out in town. Making their kisses intoxicating, filled with a certain messy spontaneity that felt both thrilling and unrefined. Yet, amidst the disarray, there was an undeniable pleasure that coursed through him, awakening a sense of warmth.

Elliot is already in worlds of trouble, his breath hitching each time their lips feverishly separated and reconnected. There isn't a thought behind those blank eyes, finding himself lost in the overwhelming void as their saliva swirls and blends into one another's—his roommate's large and skillful tongue fucking his mouth.

"Imma cum—mmph! wait, no, something else is coming out...!"

Inevitably, Elliot came for the third time that evening, his vision blurred white in his corners as his head shot awake with a strange humming noise. The third load isn't thick, with tired and drained balls, the strange, warm substance is more watery than anything else; squirting that thin, watery residue onto his chest and stomach, as his engorged cock aches and jolts forth with each squirt. Unsure what exactly is coming out of him.

When Chance pulls away from the kiss to get a good look at the fucked out face whilst rocking his hips, he catches a glimpse of him blinking away dewy teardrops.

"Oh, don't cry, you feel good, c'mon now," Chance grins, swiping his calloused thumb across the rogue, hot streams. "You take my cock so well, jus' like a tight vigina, hm?"

Elliot pouts his shiny lips and nods, slowly getting dazed as his orgasm topples over him. The dirty, perverted words coax him through his high, as Chance continues to restlessly mash himself in and out of the now twitching and spasming hole.

"So perfect for letting me take your virginity, haah—you feel so, so fucking good." He whispers while depositing his fat load directly into the entrance of Elliot's sweet intestines, his walls spasming from the sheer pleasure engulfing him whole and practically sucking every drop of seed into his guts. He really is perfect.

After all, Elliot had just given him the best orgasm he'd felt in a long while.

The sound of harsh breaths strumming together, echoing softly in the stillness of the dorm room. As Chance caught his second wind, he took a moment to adjust his pants, carefully shuffling the material up over his thighs. The act grounded him, a small ritual amidst the enveloping quiet.

Chance retreats to their shared mini bathroom, retrieving a small wash rag before cleaning the glistening liquids from the dips and contours of Elliot's burning and sensitive skin—his stomach muscles squirming with each wipe.

"How was your first time?" Chance asks, his curiosity piqued. He already has a pretty good idea of the answer, judging by the look of total bliss etched across his roommate's face. Elliot, still lost in the afterglow and barely able to gather his thoughts, manages to stammer out a response.

"Huu, it felt amazing," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, as a content smile spreads across his features. The mix of excitement and fulfillment lingers, making it hard for him to focus on anything other than the sheer joy he just experienced. Who would have guessed that this Valentine's Day would be the day he lost his virginity?

[zanewalker13]

Personal Favourite Fanfics | Peaky Blinders |

NOTE: This is entirely my favourites so if it offense any of you, I don't care. It might seem mean, but this is how everyone is. P.S: ISTG I'm actually nice 💀 Thomas Shelby: The Brother That Always Wins https://www.tumblr.com/runnning-outof-time/726095340088983552/the-brother-that-always-wins-tommy-shelby-x?source=share Birthday Gift https://www.tumblr.com/darkshelbyfiction/728604410648887296/birthday-gift?source=share Sold https://www.tumblr.com/jomarch-wannabe/717530289273012224/sold-tommy-shelby-x-femreader?source=share "Morning Mr Shelby" https://www.tumblr.com/willsdreamgirl/726420673544716288/morning-mr-shelby-tommy-shelby-x-reader?source=share Treat Me Wrong https://www.tumblr.com/lovelybucky1/731483422652022784/treat-me-wrong?source=share Despite Your Anger https://www.tumblr.com/mrkdvidal1989/733819808187138048/despite-your-anger?source=share Caught In The Act https://www.tumblr.com/geeky-politics-46/730357787852472320/kinktober-2023-day-5?source=share

Admiration https://www.tumblr.com/iluvzaddies/725514656019578880/imma-need-some-tommy-shelby-w-equestrianreader?source=share

[No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/amusedyan/642041458463031296/tommy-shelby-with-a-darling-hes-finally-managed?source=share His Way https://noforkingclue.tumblr.com/post/675199270488506368/his-way-darkthomas-shelby-x-reader

If I Can't Have You, No One Can ;Yandere Reader; https://calummss.tumblr.com/post/660870679429775360/if-i-cant-have-you-no-one-can-thomas-shelby [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/mypoisonedvine/728663863268081664/your-tommys-little-pet-and-he-takes-you-to-the?source=share Blessed Be The Fruit https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/735516775906705408/blessed-be-the-fruit?source=share Mercy {1} https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/730082920707014656/mercy-part-1?source=share Mercy {2} https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/730466514857263104/mercy-part-2?source=share Mercy {3} https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/731088494831763456/mercy-part-3?source=share&ref=deceitfuldevout Mercy {4} https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/734999068052471808/mercy-part-4?source=share Mecy {5} https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/736791172551491584/mercy-part-5?source=share I'd Do Anything To Make You Stay https://www.tumblr.com/notyour-valentine/698466078480809984/id-do-anything-to-make-you-stay-darktommy-x?source=share Happy Birthday Love https://www.tumblr.com/brummiereader/725622236915122176/happy-birthday-love-darktommy?source=share Arthur Shelby: Heaven In Your Eyes https://www.tumblr.com/call-sign-shark/716289432794398720/heaven-in-your-eyes-arthur-shelby-x-ocreader?source=share Swear It To Me https://www.tumblr.com/runnning-outof-time/729993949835558912/swear-it-to-me?source=share Pearl Necklace https://www.tumblr.com/geeky-politics-46/738850487068131328/kinktober-2023-day-12?source=share Little Girl Blue https://www.tumblr.com/soleilceirinen/734880747517788160/little-girl-blue-arthur-shelby-x-barmaidreader?source=share

Cleaning and Kisses https://www.tumblr.com/volterraqueen/714079808640942080/cleaning-and-kisses-arthur-shelby-one-shot?source=share Strong Woman https://www.tumblr.com/zapreportsblog/726209567224168448/strong-woman?source=share Perfect Lines https://www.tumblr.com/call-sign-shark/727075094254567424/perfect-lines-arthur-shelby-x-readeroc?source=share Simple Woman https://www.tumblr.com/zapreportsblog/726216193636253696/simple-woman?source=share Swanky Suits https://www.tumblr.com/fallatyourfeet/719381395841105920/arthur-shelby-x-reader?source=share Thomas Shelby x Reader x Arthur Shelby: She Loves me, She Loves Me Not https://www.tumblr.com/brummiereader/731704105679110144/she-loves-me-she-loves-me-not-one-shot?source=share&ref=brummiereader

[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.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

FINE, YOU TWISTED MY ARM. I want a date night with BTAS Riddler with his geeky S/O who loves videogames but especially Legend of Zelda. And by date night I mean multiple consecutive days in a row where they're going to marathon the games and geek out over the different aspects of them (the characters, the story, the technical parts, etc).

"Valentine's Video Games" BTAS Riddler X Reader (Valentine's Day Event 2025)

Yeah, I really twisted you around for it :P This ask is for the 2025 Valentine's Day Event.

TW: suggestive moments, nothing in detail

Edward was a romantic man when it came to Valentine's Day. For several years he had insisted on either taking you out or making a feast of his own for you- flowers and chocolates with cheesy cards he designed himself. A dance where he simply held you against his body and allowed the two of you to rock back and forth. Making sure you felt cherished as anyone could want.

This year you'd asked for something a little different. He'd had no plans and you had time off- Both of you adored video games particularly of the puzzle variety. What about a Legend of Zelda marathon? It had been a particular hyperfixation for you lately and it was one of his favorite series... It took him less than ten minutes to think it over and start planning.

Four days, two games: Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask. Including side quests, he averaged around 30 hours each between them. Not focusing on 100%-ing them... Yes, yes, it was doable with breaks between, including sleeping. It was just meant to be fun, anyways. Both of them had completed both games multiple times. It was rather like meeting with an old friend.

The morning it all began he woke up early and told you to go back to sleep. He'd built everything already, of course. It was merely putting it together. When you exited your room later in the morning, you were greeted with a wall of masks- all of the masks from Majora. When you walked past the bathroom, the gentle lull of the 'Great Fairy Fountain' theme drifted out. A lighting effect simulated the movement of reflected water along the walls.

A small hologram of Navi and Tatl chirped to life as you entered the living room. You looked around, spotting the cameras and mirrors being used to bring them to life from the ceiling. Navi's voice came through smaller speakers "Hello!" "Look!" as she flit about you. A Hyrule world map in rug form led you to the gaming set-up.

Your boyfriend sat on one of two green gaming chairs, each decorated with the twisting vines of the Deku forest, a tri-force symbol emblazoned on the back. On the table in front of the chairs were chocolate bonbons in the shape of bomb flowers. A teddy bear with Link's clothes sat in the chair meant for you. And Edward... oh, he looked so smug. The Tatl hologram called again for you to look at the double monitor set up for you both.

"What do you think?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

Your hands were at your mouth, stunned, "I... I don't even know where to start."

"I thought Ocarina of Time would be the place to start." He clicked his tongue, "Of course, unless you'd rather skip to the part where you ravish me for being the most considerate, loving genius you've ever known." A hand on his chest as he flourished.

"...Maybe if you'd included the master sword." You joked, "Otherwise, I think we'll have to start with the game."

It made him laugh, at least, "I'll keep that in mind. Apologies to not meet your grand expectations with my whimper of offerings."

The two of you took turns, though Edward mostly allowed you to take lead. Every once in a while if you had forgotten a puzzle, he would nudge you in the right direction. Because, well... Of course he had memorized all of it. As a joke, once you're done, he'll offer to complete it AGAIN right before your eyes. He then speedruns it in five minutes using tricks hidden within the structure of the games code.

He somehow has themed meals planned at every food break. Rock sirloin for the Gorons, seafood for the Zora, etc etc. The holograms of your fairy companions followed you through the living room- With the noticeable difference of Navi being slightly less chatty than she is in game. You were certain that was an included feature.

The times the two of you went to bed, he would flick them off. The fairy's can't be witness to such... lewd acts, he reasoned. He made each night as sweet or as sensual as the two of you were feeling in the moment. There was one night he allowed you to stay frustrated on a puzzle that always got you. That way, you could release the "pent up" anger all on him. It was certainly successful! ...If he was a little sore afterwards.

Majora's Mask he took slightly more hand in. It wasn't due to you lacking in ability, it was more his memorization of the "schedule" he liked to follow. The entire time, he told you fun facts- little things he'd picked up over time. His perspectives of the games in general. Somehow even if you moved the chairs, the two of you would slowly edge closer until they were together again as you played. Little touches here and there.

Then, the credits would roll for Majora's Mask. A third hologram had joined the fairies, that of the fairy ball Tael. Yet as the screen faded, the theme for Lost Woods continued. The trio of fairy's seemed to dance to it, circling around the monitors. A full heart container twirled to life into the screen. Green text began to blink to existence in a text box:

"Will you marry me?"

As you had begun to focus on the screen, Edward Nygma had quietly and gently moved the chair he was sitting in to crouch on the floor. There, in that comfortable and vulnerable space the two of you called your own, he was on one knee with a ring in his hand.

"When you suggested something different, well." He shrugged, "I certainly needed to keep you on your toes."

Little fireworks lit on the screens when you said yes.

[toruandmidori]

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♡One shot♡

"You wanna get out of here?"

Astrid glanced up from her book. Sean was standing above her, staring down at her. His dark eyes were an odd mix of displeased and awkward. She looked around the lounge, watching their friends talk and drink.

Across the way Layne and his girlfriend, Demri, were locked in a jovial conversation, Mike was talking to a group of mutual friends. Astrid could hear the corny jokes from here. Jerry had slunk away somewhere with the girl he'd bought along. A groupie from the show that night.

Demri and Astrid had decorated the lounge earlier. Red heart balloons were dotted around, alongside red streamers. Valentine's Day had come around again and Astrid had found herself single for it. She'd always been single though.

The only man for her was the man in front of her. Growing up with Sean had never been boring. His extroverted goofiness had complimented her awkward geekiness. Their parents had been convinced the two would wind up together. Wishful thinking on the part of his mom and her mom as both had been friends since middle school.

"What happened to Zara?" Astrid asked.

It hurt to ask to be honest. Sean had bought Zara along to the show, introducing her and making Astrid feel even worse about her own feelings. On a scale of 1 to 10, how much did it hurt to see the man you liked with another woman? It was like someone had reached into her chest and pulled out her heart, holding it, still beating and raw in front of her.

"She fucked off." Sean said, sounding less than thrilled.

Of course he wasn't happy. He'd probably been hoping for something more, and Astrid could relate to that hope. She was always hoping for something more. She stuffed her book, Cleopatra and Frankenstein into her bag. It was a strange book about a group of unlikable people living in New York. It made her own problems seem mundane by comparison.

"Where did you want to go?" Astrid asked, softly.

"Anywhere but here." Sean said, sighing.

Astrid got up and looked up at him, offering a shy smile. She'd tried not to allow the jealousy to show earlier when she watched him flirt with Zara. The pain was jarring and she'd gone to the bathroom, closing the merch table briefly so she could cry in a stall alone.

"I'm down for an adventure." Astrid said.

He offered a half smile. It was his smile that she liked especially when he smiled fully, showing dimples. He was a beautiful man; tall with a cascade of long, dark hair, arms that gave good hugs, and the most intense dark eyes she'd ever seen. He could be a model and age had improved him massively. He was the man she'd always waited for, turning down the small amount of men that had asked her out. And it was a small number.

"C'mon then, short stack." He said.

She followed him outside to his motorbike. Astrid never liked to think about how many women had been on the back of it. She liked to pretend she was the only one with that privilege. He turned, handing her a helmet, which she took.

His hands, larger than hers and calloused, brushed against her hands. She smiled and looked up at him. He was staring down at her, intently. He lowered his hands and the moment was over.

Astrid slotted the helmet on and wriggled onto the back of the bike, struggling due to her height. Sean watched her and the smile became a smirk.

"Need a step ladder, short stack?" He asked, teasingly.

"I'll have you know I'm not that short." She insisted, finally situating herself.

"Sure, you're not. 5 foot nothing." He chuckled.

"5 foot 1. You're just a tall freak of nature. Go live with the other trees." Astrid giggled.

Sean laughed at that and climbed onto the bike, making it look effortless. Astrid slid closer and wrapped her arms around his waist. She could close her eyes and enjoy the moment of getting to hold him. He put his helmet on and gripped the handlebars, starting the engine. The bike roared to life, engine rolling over itself as it did.

He maneuvered the bike towards the road once the foot stand was up and looked both ways before weaving up the road, the bike tilting as it took the corner.

They drove for a while and Astrid opened her eyes as the streets of Seattle drifted by in a blur of strange lights and colors. Everything blended together. Sean drove them to Kerry Park and finally parked up, killing the engine.

He climbed off, helping Astrid off too. She removed the helmet and the breeze whipped her hair. They walked along the pathway weaving through the park towards a fence. The city spanned out before them, lights from buildings twinkling.

Inside Astrid's bag was the Valentine's card for Sean. It felt like she had a live snake in there, alive and writhing. They sat down on a bench. She glanced at him. He was staring at the view, dark gaze taking in the city lights.

"So, Zara?" Astrid asked.

What had happened? Had Zara just had to leave early? Would he be seeing her again? A miserable, bitter part of her hoped not, but the kind part won out. She just wanted him to be happy even if it wasn't with her.

"She left, said she didn't like me like that," He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Said she'd only come to see Jerry, 'cept he got with that groupie."

Astrid shifted and considered giving him the card. Best case scenario he'd be so flattered he'd give her a pity date. Worst case scenario, he'd laugh or look disgusted. The city was below them and the night was perfect. She dug into her bag and pulled out the pink envelope, holding it out to him. He looked surprised.

"Got me a card, short stack." He said, and took it.

"Mmhmm." Astrid said. What else could she say now that she'd taken the leap.

He opened it, still smiling. The card in question was from a small business she'd found on Etsy. Two entwined hands were inked on the front with the words, 'Forever is not long enough with you.' His brow furrowed as he looked at the card. He opened it and she could see her handwriting from here.

'To Sean, be my forever valentine, yours always, Astrid.'

There was a moment where he was just staring at the card and her handwriting. He wasn't saying anything and Astrid could feel the panic setting in. What had she done? She'd risked a friendship, a friendship she'd had since she was a child. Mistakes had been made. She looked at her hands in her lap, they were shaking.

"Anyways, I hope you like the card. It's sort of a funny thing. I really liked the picture on it. And it's from a small business. Gotta support those." Astrid said. She was rambling and she knew it. Her voice sounded small even to her own ears.

Sean was still looking at the card and then he glanced at her, dark eyes analysing her.

"Do you mean it, Astrid?" He asked.

He only called her Astrid when he was being serious. Short stack was the nickname he'd given her because he'd always been taller than her.

"Yeah," She admitted. "But I will accept whatever answer you give me. I just want you to be happy."

"God, I'm a fucking dumbass," He said at last, laughing ruefully. "It feels like I should have noticed."

"I didn't want you to know because I was scared you'd reject me." Astrid said.

"You didn't date any other guys, short stack? Were you waiting for me to notice?" He asked.

"I was trying to build up the courage, but I couldn't until tonight." She replied.

"And I bought Zara," Sean said, sighing. "Shit, short stack. I'm so fucking sorry. I can't imagine how much that must have smarted."

"Your happiness means more to me than my feelings." Astrid said.

"Yours means more to me," He murmured. "You're the only woman I'd let on the back of my bike."

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, Zara met me at the venue tonight. Same with all the others," He said. "Can't have my favourite hobbit tiring out her little feet."

"Quit mocking my height." She giggled.

"I mock your height because I like how small you are, Astrid." He said.

"So, all the times you've playfully made fun of me?" She said.

"Just me expressing how much I like you. You looked beautiful when we went prom together," He said, then shifted closer. "Hell, you look beautiful all the time. Not sure why you're hangin' out with me."

"You're the cutest tree I know." Astrid giggled.

"The answer is yes by the way," Sean said, and she looked up at him. "To being your Valentine."

She blushed and smiled now, peeking at him again. She didn't know what to do now. They were now no longer friends but not quite a couple. He shifted closer again until he was right next to her. Astrid lifted her head and his large hand caught her face, thumb brushing her cheek.

His mouth slanted against hers and she sighed into the kiss. Every nerve ending came alive as his lips moved against hers, coaxing her to respond.

She responded tentatively, letting him lead the kiss. His other hand gripped her hip through her t-shirt, guiding her onto his lap. Close wasn't close enough. She surrendered to it and clumsily straddled him, pulling away from the kiss to blush again.

"There's my girl." He murmured, dragging her closer and kissing her neck.

Astrid bit her lip and whined as he nipped the skin. The bites were playful, teeth chafing against her pulse point and making her knees weak. He bit a little harder, marking her. His hands were on her hips again, coaxing her to grind against him.

She could feel him now just below the layer of denim. He was big, proportionate to his height and his hips shifted, grinding against her. He grunted against her neck, enjoying the sensation. Astrid gasped and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Lips found hers again and it had turned into a make out session, fuelled by pent up desire and feelings that were finally requited. She squeaked when his hand slid under her blue skirt, grabbing a handful of her behind.

His other hand untucked her t-shirt, sliding under the material and copping a feel of her breasts. Heat coursed through Astrid and she moaned into the kiss. He brushed his thumb over the bra cup, causing her nipple to pebble under her bra. Their lips parted and his gaze was dark and hungry.

"Fuck, Astrid. I am so close to fucking you on a park bench." Sean said, voice hoarse.

"We'll get arrested." She giggled.

"I'd still fuck you in a holding cell." He said.

"Not in front of the officers." She said.

"Give 'em a show." He laughed.

"Would you like to go back to mine and cuddle?" She asked.

"Yeah, let's spend our first valentine's watching films together." He said.

"And we'll kiss again?" She asked, shyly.

"I would go the end of the world and back to kiss you again, short stack." He replied.

She smiled and shifted off his lap. They walked back to his bike, hand in hand. This time he kissed her again before she put the helmet back on. When she was on the bike with her arms around his waist, he reached down and gently touched her hands before starting the engine. A gentle reminder that something had changed between them.

[jellybeanium124]

happy valentine's day! these are normal valentine's day gifts

[cathartictrash]

My husband got me a Cameo for an early Valentine's Day present and it's him geeking about my geeky thing, Sherlock Holmes, and giving me book recommendations. I love it.

[unofficial-ihop]

ah shit dialtown hyperfixation

Dialtown is a dating simulator but all the characters have technology for heads, and you play as a heavily pregnant cryptid entity with green skin and a rotary phone made out do flesh for a head named Phonegingi. They need to get into a funfair to lay their eggs, however they’re broke. Luckily, the funfair is having a 2 for 1 deal on tickets for Valentine’s Day! So now, Phonegingi goes around town, looking for a date to take them to the funfair! So the options are Randy the insecure Nokia, Karen the autistic printer, Oliver the geeky wall phone, and Bigfoot! Or, you could get yourself banned from the town, which is called Dialtown, and meet Norm, the outcasted astrophysicist cowboy, who is my personal favorite character.