#love how they both show off themselves shirtless

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the first time i tried to get this clip it did not work, twitch just kept giving me an error, as though it did not want this to come into the world. anyway here’s scar telling doc to take his pants off,

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admire me (like I do for you) | choi seungcheol

SYNOPSIS. in which seungcheol shows you his tattoos.  PAIRING. choi seungcheol x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, just very intimate fluff, implied idol au (because his tattoos are dedicated to svt + carats) WARNINGS. some suggestive undertones, cheol takes off his shirt, touching, one curse word, cheol teasing reader, reader jokingly calling themselves a pervert cuz cheol is shirtless, terms of endearment (love), a kiss at the very end WORD COUNT. 1.9k

notes: um this was just a random thought I had. ik we have never gotten a full glimpse of his tattoos so this is just my imagination and from the research i’ve done heh.

You find your body buried deep in the comfort of your blanket, eyes closed shut as the faint moonlight squeezes its way through your closed window blinds. Nothing but peace and quietness floats in your bedroom, but the only thing that is keeping you awake is knowing your boyfriend was still awake right next to you.

Seungcheol thinks you are asleep, often sneaking glances in your direction to make sure before returning his attention to the video game on his phone, the brightness of the screen illuminating his bare face. But when he isn’t looking, you would sneakily peek an eye open, smiling softly under the blanket to his concentration𑁋the subtle furrow of his brow, the way his lips occasionally curve into a satisfied smile of victory, or his quiet whispers of narration to himself.

“No, no, no. Shit,” Seungcheol murmurs to himself, his fingers manuevering expertly on his screen. “Did he have to sneak up on me like that?”

He leaves the game in a pit of disappointment, before realising the awfully late time displayed on his phone. Slowly stretching his arms upwards, Seungcheol lets his gaze flicker towards you.

Somehow, you can feel his eyes on you, even with them closed. There’s a soft smile that plays at his lips as he turns himself around to place his phone on the bedside table, turning on his alarm and shutting off the sound of his notifications. And during this moment, you open one eye, and you manage to catch a glimpse of something that has been running through your imagination for the longest time.

Just barely, you notice the dark ink of his tattoo peeking out of his shirt at the base of his neck. It looks like a tree. You’ve seen many glimpses of it before, but not in its full glory, simply because of your nervousness to ask and how intimate and overwhelming crossing that boundary might feel to you and him. 

The bed dips down from Seungcheol’s shifting movements as he settles himself back in the bed, careful not to make any noise. But you get yourself to elicit a deliberate groan, making Seungcheol glance back down at your worriedly.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” he asks quietly.

You let out a soft chuckle, trying to appear groggy as you shift and open both of your eyes. “No... it’s okay. Could barely fall asleep without you.”

A tender smile eases its way onto his face that deepens his dimples. “Well, I’m here now. Shall we?” 

Seungcheol comfortably scoots himself closer to you, a contented sigh leaving his lips as you feel his hands grab onto your arms to encircle around him. He pulls you closer to him, and you feel the relaxing rise and fall of his chest and the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat sync with yours. 

As the quietness lingers around you both, you still find yourself to be wide awake. Though perfectly content in Seungcheol’s arms, your mind is still clouded with the thoughts of his tattoo. It’s not... that you want to see it right then and there𑁋it’s Seungcheol’s choice, of course𑁋but the curiosity and desire to explore that part of him continue to tug at your heart. 

With a sudden surge of courage, you take a deep breath and muster up the calling his name. “Cheol?” 

He stirs a bit in your hold, or is he holding you? It’s hard to tell. “Hmm?” 

You hesitate for a moment, your voice barely above a whisper. "Um... You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but would it be okay if I...” A momentary pause. “...if I could see your tattoo one day?" 

Your words make him pull back from you, but it’s hard to see his face from the pitch blackness of the bedroom. However, you can hear him reach over to turn the lampshade back on, and the room is immediately casted with a warm, dim glow. The two of you sit up in bed together, with Seungcheol criss-crossed right in front of you, and there’s a hint of vulnerabilty in his eyes from the way his lips seem to quiver. 

“Like I said, you don’t have to. It’s just, uh...” You think about the times you’ve caught glimpses of it. The first time was when you accidentally caught him changing to go to the gym, and you caught a fleeting glance of it when he had his back towards you in the doorway and you were quick to dismiss yourself to tend to your racing heart. Ever since then the visual thought had crept up into your mind, and each time he would turn around, you try to visualise what it look like entirely... not in a creepy way, of course. 

Seungcheol moves closer to you on the bed, his eyes seemingly searching through yours.

“I can show it to you,” Then he takes a pause. “but only if you’re really sure, because it’s... in a tough spot, sort of.”

You chuckle lightly. “I just... didn’t know how to ask or if you were, you know, comfortable.”

“Are you comfortable?” he asks. “because you already know I’m willing to do anything for you.”

As his words wash over you, you feel the heat sprouting in your face. You have always loved how he always made sure you were comfortable with anything you do together. He is cautious and careful with you, and understands your reasoning for wanting to take things at your own pace. And he has told you many times just how important you are to him, even more than himself.

But now maybe you can show him just how important he is to you.

“Yeah, I... I’m good,” You tell him, though you can still feel that pint of nervousness inside. But you want this𑁋you want to see this small, meaningful part of him. “Can I... see it?”

His gaze is warm, comforting, as he gives you a nod before positioning himself so that his back was facing towards you. Reaching down to the ends of his shirt, he slowly pulls it upward, gifting you with the sight of the bare skin of his back inch by inch. The dim light of the lamp dances on his skin, casting soft shadows that accentuate the contours of his back muscles along with his arms𑁋you can’t believe these are the same arms that he uses to hug and cuddle you. The sight makes something catch in your throat. 

And as you trail your eyes up his body, you finally see it𑁋the tree tattoo, along with two other small ones you never noticed until now on either side. The tree was larger than you thought, but it wasn’t any less beautiful in your eyes; in fact, you take in its simplistic design with nothing but admiration. 

You couldn't help but reach out, fingers trembling slightly, as if afraid to rub away the ink of the tattoo despite it being permanent. Your touch grazes the edge of the tattoo, tracing the lines that make up the bark of the tree. As your fingertips make contact with his skin, Seungcheol flinches, feeling a sudden shiver run down his spine. 

“Sorry,” You apologise quickly, taking your finger away from his skin. “I should’ve asked.” 

“It’s okay.” You can’t see his face but you know he is. “You can... you can touch it. You can touch me.”

For some reason you feel your heart skip just from that last sentence alone𑁋the way he says it with such vulnerability and intimacy, as if he’s giving you full permission to let your touch wander anywhere. His breath hitches again when your fingers meet his skin once more, this time with more confidence. Instinctively, he feels himself leaning in more to your touch, feeling the way your hands wander over the story etched into his skin. 

“What does J.O.Y mean?” You ask him, bringing your attention to one of his small tattoos. 

“Ah, it’s the name of one of our albums,” he answers willingly. “It’s supposed to symbolise the journey of youth, like a source of motivation to the younger generation.”

The thought makes you grin. Seungcheol has always been proud of his accomplishments for his group, so him putting meaning into his tattoos makes them even more special. 

“I love that,” Then you move onto his other small tattoo. “and you have the date you debuted here?”

His body vibrates from the chuckle that leaves him. “It’s a reminder of when it all began.”

You let out an acknowledging hum in response before continuing to graze your finger over his tattoos, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. Each stroke reveals a little more of his story, his passions, and his journey. He seems to be more relaxed now𑁋at least from what you see. Seungcheol, on the other hand, is trying so hard not to make it obvious the effect your touch has on him is. 

Finally, you make your way towards the tree at the base of his neck. The feeling makes him shiver once more.

“What does the tree represent?”

“It’s an olive tree, the birth flower of our debut date,” Seungcheol explains. “but it also serves as a symbol of peace and growth.”

You take a moment to let the meaning sink in, quietly appreciating his words. The significance of the olive tree as a symbol of peace and growth intertwines just perfectly with the journey he's been on as an artist and as a person.

"It's beautiful," You murmur, voice filled with genuine admiration. "just like you."

A blush creeps onto Seungcheol's cheeks as he turns to look back at you for a moment, a bashful look to his face.

“You can’t say that,” he says, a deep exhale leaving him as his shoulders relax. “You know what it does to me.”

And because of that, you watch as he turns around to face you before you could respond, and your eyes immediately shoot down his bare chest, his abs, and then quickly dart back up to meet his gaze, feeling the embarrassment shoot up your face. Your voice catches in your throat, suddenly feeling the overwhelming nervousness take over. 

Seungcheol notices your sudden shift in gaze and chuckles softly.

"Caught you looking." he teases, a boyish smile tugging at his lips.

Your cheeks heat up even more, and you fumble for words, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. "I... uh... I-I wasn't... I mean..."

Seungcheol's laughter fills the room, and he reaches out to cup your face gently, letting his touch soothe your nerves. 

"I'm just teasing, love," he reassures you, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. "Don’t feel embarrassed.”

“I feel like a pervert,” You admit aloud, an awkward laugh leaving you. You already knew there was no reason for you to feel this way, but you can’t shake the feeling away because your boyfriend is shirtless in front of you and you have no idea how to react other than wanting to sink yourself deep into your bed in a pit of shame.

You feel his hand trail down to your chin, causing you to look back up at him. However, his face contains nothing but affection. How does he manage to look at you like this, nothing but adoration in his eyes but be this attractive right in front of you?

“I love it when you admire me,” He leans in awfully close, voice lowering. “just like I do for you.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze as he leans in closer. You swallow a lump in your throat, glancing between his eyes and his mouth. 

And then as his lips brush against yours, it’s like a soft caress on your skin. There’s a surge of warmth that spreads throughout your body as it deepens ever so slightly, and you could feel the smile tug your own face when you feel his own lips curl too.

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Be Realistic ( Leon x reader)

Short blurb because I'm in a mood - Yes based off of that Britney broski audio lmao Warnings: low self esteem reader, body issues ALSO I LOVE ASHLEY GUYS SO DW DW SHES MY BBG SHE JUST SEEMED APPROPRIATE TO USE IN THIS SCENARIO LMAO

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Rebecca and you sat at the edge of the backyard, both of you sprawled out on the lawn chairs. Claire had thrown a summer pool party, deciding it'd be a smart idea to invite people from work. Ada and Claire were chatting among themselves, sipping away at their colorful drinks, Luis urging everyone to put on sunscreen, and Carlos, Jill, and Chris having a competition to see who could do the best cannonball. Among the partygoers was Ashley Graham, the owner of the house in which Claire was throwing the party.

"She's so gorgeous," Rebecca comments, her sunglasses protecting her brown doe eyes.

"I know." You added, the two of you ogling at Ashley's beauty. She wore a cute brown-colored two-piece, with a metal ring in the front that held the top together, which accentuated her complexion and made her appear like a Victoria's Secret model.

"Hey guys, have any of you seen Leon?" Ashley called out, holding the deflated pink dolphin in her hands.

His name made your stomach twist, and you swear you could've felt your heart pang. The way his name rolled off her tongue was so natural, almost melodic.

"Right here." Leon came out from behind the glass sliding doors. He was the only one still in his normal clothes, deciding he was too cool or some shit for the pool party.

The man walked his way along the perimeter of the pool to Ashley. His muscles showing as he carried the air pump to the girl.

"Dumbass, why did you bring it all the way out here?" Chris commented.

"Easy access." Came Leon's response.

"Thanks, Leon!" Ashley beamed, her pouty pink lips curling into a smile that even made your heart flutter. Leon stood close to her, handing his hand out for her to give him the floaty. She complied, and handed it over, their exchange making your eyes lose their gleam.

"My hero." Ashley was excited, her floaty finally being of use.

Rebecca noticed you from the corner of her eyes. She knew about your little huge crush on Leon. The girl watched as your face crept with sadness- dare she say- disappointment.

"Kind of funny how he's still in his normal clothes." She tries to distract you. "Typical Leon."

You looked at her and smiled, "I know. I was hoping to see him shirtless." The two of you giggled, letting out cackles, Ada and Claire looking your way to see what the commotion was about.

"Why don't you go ask him to take it off?" She teased, turning her body to look at you.

"Hmm, maybe." You said boldly, even though you knew you'd rather fall in the pool and drown than do that.

"Bet. You won't." She smirked, challenging you.

"Pftt I totally would." You played yourself up.

"Then go." Rebecca eyes you.

After being riled up by Rebecca, a burst of confidence shot threw you. It couldn't be that hard right? You and Leon bantered and flirted on missions before, so what difference would this make? Plus it was totally appropriate for you to tell him off about his weird pool attire or rather lack of it.

"Watch me Chambers." You told your best friend as you got up from the lawn chair. You were wearing a (top of your choice) that you brought a size too small to make your figure pop. The shorts that you wore were Rebbeca's basketball shorts that she had let you borrow last minute after you changed your mind about wearing a one-piece.

Feeling confident in your tight outfit you began to strut toward Leon and Ashley, the sun's beams hitting the floor making the cement beneath your feet warm. As you approached you caught a glimpse of yourself in the glass sliding doors. Immediately your confidence shrank.

How could you have been so delusional to wear this out? It looked nothing like the way you pictured it in your head. Your model like posture returned to that of a hunchback as you shamefully scurried past Leon and Ashley, walking along the whole edge of the pool, stopping by the coolers to grab two waters, and heading back to a frowning Rebecca.

Leon and Ashley to focused on judging Chris and Carlos' Cannonballs to notice you.

"What happened?" She ask as she noticed the shift in your demeanor.

"Nothing." You sighed handing her a water.

"(Y/n) we already have water." She pushes her sunglasses up to her head as she stares at you. You take a seat on the same lawn chair.

You whined. "Why didn't you tell me I looked like shit?" It was only loud enough for her to hear.

"What you don't though.." She reassures you as she places a hand on your back. "(Y/n) you look hot!"

You didn't believe it. Surely she was only saying this because as your best friend she was obligated to. Your mind flashed back to the image of you in the glass doors. Your hair was flat yet awfully frizzy at the same time, you stood like a toddler who barely knew how to walk, and your legs looked like they were overflowing in Rebecca's tiny shorts. To make things worse you were sure the chlorine from your previous dip had made your skin look all dry.

You looked around for the oversized shirt you came here in. When you found it you shielded your body from the eyes of the partygoers.

"(Y/n).." Rebecca looked concerned.

"I don't know why I even tried talking to him. I probably look like an idiot." You leaned on Rebecca's shoulder as you two blankly watched the Beefy Brazillian splash into the pool.

"Because you like him. And I'm pretty sure he likes you too." She giggled.

"No- he likes Ashley." You said defeated, your emotions coming out now that you'd made yourself vulnerable. You saw the way those two looked at each other. They had something you wish you had with Leon.

"I don't think so." She wraps her arm around your waist. Smirking when she notices Leon glance over at you two.

"I think I'm just gonna accept my Leon-less life." You said leaning into your friend for comfort. Your eyes occasionally glancing over at an out of place Leon as he shouts at Chris.

"What? You're just not gonna try?"

You sighed. "There's really no point Becca."

She scoffed, "(Y/n)- you're totally out of his league. You can get him if you wanted to."

"Becca!" You groaned, your inner teen always came out when hanging out with her. "I can't. Have you seen the way she looks? She can get him!" You laughed, deciding to find the humor in your failed attempts at love.

"Oh (Y/n) you can too!" Her short hair bounced as she shaked you.

You turned around your hand practically digging into 's shoulder as you stared at her dead in the eye. "Be realistic. Be so fucking for real." You shook her back, your voice that of a goblins.

The two of you laughed as you spewed out nonsensical noises.

The conversation then shifted to celebrity crushes, "You think I have a chance with Josh Hutcherson?" Rebecca lays down on the lawn chair.

"Hundred percent yes." You replied, "What about me and Nick cage?"

"I see that." Rebecca smirks.

"Wait. What about me and Da-" Before you could finish your sentence Leon's shadow loomed over you, causing both you and Rebecca to jump.

"What about you and who?" He asked as he took a seat on the lawn chair you were previously on.

Your heart fell to your ass. "Oh my god you scared me." You and Rebecca giggled.

"You're not going in the pool?" Leon asked, leaning back in the chair.

"You know we were about to ask you the same thing. What's up with the clothes Kennedy?" Rebecca raised an eyebrow, she then nudged your shoulder.

"Yeah, lose the shirt, Leon." You said on cue. A fire growing in your stomach.

"I will if you do." He hooked his hands under his grey shirt as he began to pull it off.

Scratch that. The fire in your stomach was now a full-on Volcano.

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bad liar | CL16

PAIRING: charles leclerc x reader

REQUESTED: [] yes [X] no

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

SYNOPSIS: keeping a relationship hidden from the grid was hard. harder when you and your boyfriend couldn’t stay away from each other and both sucked at telling lies. OR the four times your relationship with charles almost got exposed to the grid and the one time it did.

WARNINGS: fluff, both reader and charles are stupid!!, french and spanish but translation is provided

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

when you and charles put a label on your relationship, the last thing on either of your minds was telling others. objectively, the most important people in either of your lives already knew, so really, there wasn’t a need to tell anyone else.

your family had found out first, with charles walking into your kitchen, shirtless after a late night, while you were facetiming your mother. charles had told his own family not too long after, sending a picture of the two of you on a date.

having met, and subsequently, starting your relationship during the off-season, you hadn’t really thought about how the pair of you would act on the paddock. the media had been a big worry of yours, having seen what they had to say about other wags of the grid drivers. and while charles wanted nothing more to scream to the world that he was happily taken and loved you with his entire heart, he understood where you were coming from and was willing to keep your relationship on the low until you were ready to go public.

but if there was one thing both of your families could agree on, it was that you both were horrible liars. and if arthur made a bet with your brother about how long it would take for your relationship to be exposed to everyone, that’s a secret they’d keep to themselves.

— one 

it was the first race of the season. both sides of the ferrari garage were lively and frantic, spending every last minute making sure both cars were suitable enough for the track and drivers alike. 

you were in charles’ driver room, standing in between said driver’s legs, hands intertwined as he played with your fingers. the small room was quiet and serene, blocked from the real world just outside the closed door. 

although he tried not to show it, charles was nervous. the first race of the season always made him anxious, even if he knew his car was fast.

“you’ll be fine, char.” you squeezed his hands gently, “you said it yourself. the car is good, it’s got the pace.” 

you tugged on his hand to get him to look at you, “and most importantly, the car’s got you driving it. the best driver of them all.”

charles gave you a soft smile, “well, that’s a bit biased, don’t you think? i’m your boyfriend, you have to think i’m the best.”

“well, that’s a bit biased, don’t you think?” you playfully scoffed, “i remember thinking you were the best from the moment you joined the formula one scene, i don’t recall having a boyfriend then.”

charles let out a small laugh, tugging you into him. he wrapped his arms around you, head nuzzling into your stomach, “you’re the best motivational speaker, chérie. girlfriend or not, no bias, i promise.”

“i try my best.”

the two of you stood like that for the next few minutes, your hands coming up to play with charles’ hair while his thumbs caressed the sides of your hips. it was nice, healing, almost. just the two of you, alone in your own world. content.

until the door of charles’ room slammed open and carlos’s loud voice broke the two of you apart. you pushed yourself as far away from your boyfriend as you could, but it was useless. carlos had already seen the two of you cozying up to one another.

“what was that?” his eyes switched from charles’ figure to yours, then back to charles’ expecting an answer from the driver.

“ehm,” charles scratched the back of his neck, smoothing down his ruffled hair as he brought his hand back.

“well?” carlos was not letting it go, a knowing look on his face.

charles coughed, averting his eyes from his teammate’s, “i was, uh, i was cold?” he nodded, as if confirming his own lie, “yes, i was cold. super cold. is the ac on high in this room or what?”

he looked over at you, a pleading look on his face. you nodded frantically, “yup, super chilly. haha, chili. speaking of chili, what are you doing here, carlos?”

carlos nodded slowly, “right, cold,” he eyes the ac in the corner of the room. off. 

before either carlos or charles could get another word out, charles’ media manager, mia rushed into the room, “god, carlos, i told you to bring him with you, not stay in his room and start chatting. we’re going to be late for the interview.”

you watched as the two drivers rushed out of the room, wiping your hand against your jeans. god, that was close.

on the other side of the paddock, carlos stared at his teammate as he waited for the interview to begin. cold, his ass. bahrain didn’t know the word cold. maybe carlos would have believed charles’ excuse if they were in canada, and if it was december. 

“que tonto.” what a fool.

— two 

the second time someone had caught you in an incriminating moment was actually on a date. in hindsight, it probably wasn’t smart to go out for a date when you were actively trying to keep your relationship secret, but charles had gotten a podium in the last race and it felt appropriate to celebrate with a fancy dinner.

charles had tried his hardest to find a place far enough away where he was sure he would run into none of his friends and fellow grid drivers, but when he caught sight of lando and george in the far corner of the restaurant you and he had walked into, he couldn’t help but ask for a booth instead of a table.

“don’t look, but i’m pretty sure that’s lando and george across the floor, on the other side of the fish tank.” charles’ eyes widened as you turned to look at the general area charles was speaking of.

“don’t look!” charles’ loud octave caused a few heads to turn to your table. you gasped, grabbing the menu and putting it up to hide your face. charles, albeit after nodding his head apologetically towards the neighbouring tables, also did the same. the two of you soon put your menus together and snickered like teenagers hiding from their parents, unbeknownst to the fact that both lando and george had seen charles’ embarrassed face and were now the topic of their conversation.

“why don’t you just move and come sit next to me?” you moved over and patted the space next to you, “if either of them look this way, they’ll for sure see you.”

and so he did, after dropping both his spoon and fork to the ground as he pushed himself out of his side of the booth. and while you should have worried that the loud clatter of the utensils hitting the floor was bringing more attention to the two of you, you found yourself giggling quietly at the sight of charles’ tomato-red face burning in embarrassment.

it was around a little more than halfway into your dinner date when lando and george decided to make their way to your booth. charles and yourself had been chattering quietly about your plans for the next few weeks and whether or not you would be joining him again for the next race weekend. 

your dinner had come and gone, the two of you now nursing the small portion of cheesecake that sat in the middle of the table. you had just placed a spoonful of the sweet confection into your lovely boyfriend’s mouth when both lando and george slotted themselves into charles’ original spot. charles choked, sitting up from his spot to grab a glass of water.

you subtly put some distance between yourself and charles, also grabbing a glass of water to hide your worried face.

“hiya, charlie!” lando smiled wide at his friend.

charles coughed loudly, holding up a finger to indicate he needed a minute.

george looked at you instead, “hey, y/n!” 

you were surprised he still remembered your name, having met some of the drivers, george included, in passing. “hello, george. lando,” you nodded to the mclaren driver as well.

“what a surprise it is, seeing you here,” lando smiled, “with our boy charles, at that.”

charles, who had only just managed to stop coughing, coughed again. he cleared his throat, his hand squeezing the hell out of his own thigh as he worried about how you two would get out of this situation, “ehm, hello, boys.”

george nodded, “well…?”

god, it was like carlos all over again.

“well?” charles decided to play aloof. if he pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary, surely they would as well, right?

“well, what are you guys doing out here?” lando took the reigns of the conversation into his own hands, “is this a date?”

this time, it was you who choked. as you waved off charles’ hand holding his own glass of water, opting for your own to avoid further exposing your relationship, both lando and george smiled to one another.

“a date? pfft, of course not,” charles spluttered, “just two friends hanging out.”

“on the same side of a booth?”

“mhm, yup.” charles nodded, “the uh, there was, uh…”

“there was a kid!” you grabbed charles’ hand under the table and squeezed it, using your other hand to point behind the two drivers who decided to crash your date, “yeah, uh, he kept tugging on charles’ hair so i uhm, i offered to let him sit next to me.”

not a bad lie, you mentally pat yourself on the back. 

“and the spoon-feeding thing we just saw?”

“i dropped my utensils under the table earlier,” charles smiled, at least this wasn’t a lie. he pushed himself further down into his seat, leg extending under the table until it reached the discarded utensils both of you had forgotten to pick up, “and no waiter was walking by here so we decided to just share a spoon.”

the moment the words left charles’ mouth, a waiter passed by their table, shooting them a quick smile and nod of acknowledgment. talk about timing.

after a beat, george got up from his seat, pulling lando along with him, “well, that explains it. we’ll see on the track next week, charles.”

the pairs exchanged goodbyes before the two drivers left. it was clear to them that the two of you were clearly dating, but for your sake more than charles’, they were willing to pretend like they didn’t know. just to see how long this charade would go on for.

— three

the third time your relationship was exposed to a grid member, you weren’t even there to see it happen. in fact, you hadn’t even seen charles for the entirety of that day. 

instead, charles was out shopping for clothes with his best friend, pierre. pierre, who was very attentive and couldn’t help but notice the purple mark on the side of his best friend’s neck. 

“joli suçon,” nice hickey. pierre pressed his finger against the bruise. charles flinched at the sudden pain.

“tu as été très occupé, huh? méchant garçon.” you’ve been busy, huh? naughty boy. pierre smirked.

“tais-toi, pierre.” charles shoved his friend’s hand away from his neck, “c'est pas un suçon.” shut up…it’s not a hickey.

“oui, et je suis né hier.” pierre rolled his eyes, “admets-le, ce n'est que moi.” yeah, and i was born yesterday…admit it, it’s only me,

“il n'y a rien à admettre,” there’s nothing to admit. charles was adamant. if he faltered for even a second, he was sure that pierre would be able to get it out of him that he had a girlfriend.

“c'est vrai?” is that so? pierre’s eyes shined with mischief. it was clear charles wouldn’t tell him how he got the hickey, but how far was he willing to go?

at charles’ affirmative hum, pierre nodded, “alors qu'est-ce que c'est?” then what is it? 

charles’ movements faltered for a second. fuck, he wasn’t expecting this question. why didn’t he expect this question? this is the first question he should’ve prepped for. but then again, he hadn’t even realized you left a mark in the first place.

“quoi?” what? charles stalled.

“qu'est-ce que c'est? ton suçon qui n'est pas un suçon?” what is it? your hickey that’s not a hickey?

charles’ eyes searched the aisle they were standing in. shampoo, shampoo, conditioner, hairbrush, straightener, more shampoo. wait. his eyes flitted back to the straighteners.

“c’est une brûlure.” it’s a burn. charles looked back at pierre’s amused face, “c'est vrai, je le jure.” it’s true, i swear.

pierre couldn’t hold back his laughter, his loud guffaws causing people to glance at the two men.

“une brûlure?” a burn? pierre chuckled, shaking his head.

“oui,” charles was firm in his lie, “une brûlure.” yes…a burn.

pierre’s shoulders shook as he bit his lip, nodding at his friend. clearly, he did not believe charles’ horrible lie. 

“pierre, je dis la vérité!” charles crossed his arms. i’m telling the truth!

“oui, oui, mon frère.” pierre calmed down, “tu ne pourrais jamais me mentir.” yes, yes, my brother….you could never lie to me.

and it was true, charles really couldn’t. because pierre had already figured it out. 

— four

although it obviously wasn’t something to be happy about, charles couldn’t help but grin when you told him about how you lost your luggage during your connecting flight and no longer had any clothes for the weekend. 

in charles’ mind, this was the perfect set up. what better way to show the world you were his but also not at the same time? by dressing you in his clothes. 

it was saturday when you finally agreed to wear his shirt out on the paddock. charles had quelled your worries by reassuring you that the shirt was new, having never been worn outside of the comfort of his own home or hotel room.

maybe it was the teenager in you but that morning, you stepped out into the paddock with a little pep in your step, undeniably happy to be wearing your boyfriend’s clothes out in public. charles wasn’t much different, catching sight of your figure walking past his side of the garage as you chatted with a young f1 intern. 

you waved hi to many drivers as they passed by, continuing your conversation with the intern who was explaining how she got the opportunity to work at the paddock. although she worked under the fia, she was assigned to the team that worked directly with mclaren, hence why you now stood outside the motorhome as she went inside to grab some documents.

“hey! y/n, right?” your eyes dragged from where they were inspecting your ferrari paddock pass to the orange-clad figure walking up to you. 

“hi, lando!” you moved your hands down the front of charles’ shirt, smoothing out any wrinkles.

unbeknownst to you, daniel was just a couple of steps behind lando, his eyes zeroing in on your shirt in slight confusion.

“you’ve met daniel before, right?” lando pointed to the driver behind him, the latter snapping his eyes back to your face and giving you a smile.

“no, i don’t think we have.” you stuck your hand out, “i’m y/n, friends with charles.”

daniel smiled, returning the handshake, “daniel, the better mclaren driver.”

as you watched lando complain about daniel lying with an amused look, daniel looked back down at your shirt and ferrari pass.

you parted ways with the two mclaren drivers not long after, getting a text from the intern saying she wouldn’t be able to accompany you any longer due to her work. you made your way back to the ferrari garage, smiling at the mechanics and engineers as you passed them.

charles’ room was empty, the ferrari driver busy in the media pen answering questions left and right. as you busied yourself scrolling through instagram, charles began making his way out of the media pen.

“hey, charles!” a loud voice called out. 

charles stopped in his tracks, turning to face the australian who was jogging up to the monégasque, “hey, mate! how’re you?”

“great, great,” he clasped a hand on charles shoulder, “listen, so i got around to meeting your friend today.”

charles cocked his head to the side, “my friend?”

the two began walking back towards the motorhomes. daniel nodded, “yeah, uh, i think her name was y/n?”

charles nodded in realization, “right, yeah. of course, y/n. my friend.” definitely not his lover.

“yeah,” daniel chuckled at how obvious his friend was being, “so i couldn’t help but look at the shirt she was wearing?”

charles’ body tensed under daniel’s hand before quickly relaxing. he’s never worn that shirt outside, there’s no way daniel could know it’s his. not unless he missed something, which he definitely didn’t. charles would even go as far as to bet his entire career on the fact that there were no pictures of him in that shirt.

“mhm, what about it?” charles looked at daniel. there’s no telling how this conversation would pan out.

“well, it looks a lot like that shirt i got you for your birthday this year, doesn’t it?” 

oh. 

oh. 

“hm, now that i think about it, it, uh, it definitely does, doesn’t it?” the ferrari motorhome was now in sight. so close yet so far.

“yeah, for a second there i thought it was the one i had got you.” daniel pegged, “but that’d be crazy, right, mate?” 

charles’ hum was almost robotic, “yeah, definitely crazy.”

“but it’s such a bloody coincidence, no? i know there were only a few of those shirts made, and both you and your friend own one of them.” daniel smirked at charles’ nervous face. not long ago, he’d overheard lando and george talking about how charles had a secret girlfriend, and although he didn’t believe them then, right now, in this moment, he couldn’t help but think that lando and george were right. 

 “yeah,” charles chuckled awkwardly, “well, i gotta go get ready for q1. i’ll see you on the track.”

daniel laughed as he watched charles’ body disappear behind the motorhome doors, “ah, young love.”

— + one

it was the last race of the season. 22 races later, and still, no one knew of your relationship with charles. at least, that’s what you and charles thought.

once daniel found out about charles’ secret lover, he went around telling every driver he could see. by the summer break, a group chat had been made, titled ‘charles is a bad liar’, where for the rest of the season, the drivers would send inconspicuous pictures of you and charles. all pictures captured the two of you in situations and poses that made it so clear you two were dating. it seemed to the drivers that you guys had focused more on avoiding the actual media than the drivers on the grid as no one outside of the grid had a clue that you two were together.

charles had landed in pole position after an amazing qualifying and just like the first race, you found yourselves in his driver room, quiet murmurs and sweet kisses being dropped here and there.

“my world champion,” you cupped charles’ face with your hands, thumbs softly caressing his skin back and forth.

“there’s that bias again,” charles smiled, moving his head slightly to place a kiss on your palm. his hands reached up and grabbed your hands, pulling them down to his lap, “i’m gonna get that title for you, mon ange.”

“i don’t doubt you will, mon amour.” you pressed a kiss to his forehead, “good luck, and godspeed.”

if there was any day that charles would never forget, this day would surely be it. his eyes filled with tears as the checkered flag came into his view, the yells over the radio only confirming his achievement.

“that is p1, charles. you’ve done it. you’re a world champion, congratulations.”

you cried into pascale’s shoulder, the happy yells of charles ringing in your ears as you congratulated his family. in front of the podium, you had pushed and shoved your way to the front, smiling a watery smile as your boyfriend collected his trophy and title.

from the moment he finished his media duties, to the moment everyone packed up and headed home, charles was attached to your hip, arm wrapped around for everyone to see. the grid and the world.

just outside of your reach, the group chat was blowing up. every driver’s pocket buzzing every few minutes as someone sent pictures of the pair of you hugging and wrapped up in each other’s arms.

charles pulled you tight against himself, the wide smile on his face never disappearing. he placed his forehead against yours, “i did it, chérie.”

you smiled back at him, hands finding their home on his face once again, “i didn’t doubt you for a second, amour. i’m so proud of you, charles. i love you.”

“i love you more, ange.” charles pushed forward, connecting his lips with yours.

not far from you stood a large group of formula drivers, all with their phones out, snapping pictures and recording videos of the pair of you. the second you pulled away, they started yelling and cheering for charles. 

the ferrari driver, no, the world champion laughed, “they finally know, now.”

“on le sait depuis le début de la saison, abruti.” we’ve known since the start of the season, dumbass.

“yeah, you suck at lying, mate.”

from the corner of your eye, you could see your brother grudgingly hand over fifty euros to arthur. in any other moment, you would have yelled at them for betting on you, but right now, you couldn’t care less.

you were in love with charles leclerc. a ferrari driver. a world champion. your boyfriend. and you didn't care who knew.

[lilypadlys]

The ghouls and what circus acts they would perform

Aerial Silks, Tightrope, Trapeze, Lyra: Cirrus, Cumulus, Aurora, and Zephyr. You know our air ghoulies thrive in the air. Daredevils the lot of them. Cirrus especially loves the sudden drops with silks that have the audience gasping. Cumulus practically dances on her tightrope. Aurora and Zephyr are pros with trapeze and lyra and will honestly just chill on their respective perches between acts. They all have costumes in various shades of blue.

Slack Rope/Trampoline: I feel like Swiss would have a blast quite literally bouncing around the stage. Loves doing backflips and spins in the air. Also a daredevil. Flashy purple and orange costume to show his elements (quintessence and fire)

Contortionists: Water ghouls are lithe and flexible so Rain and Mist would make great contortionists. Bending into pretzels till you can't tell where Rain ends and Mist begins. Identical iridescent fish scale patterned unitards.

Fire Jugglers: Our resident pyromaniacs Dewdrop, Sunshine, and Ifrit have a little too much fun seeing how many batons they can juggle without setting themselves, each other, or the stage on fire. Rain and Mist on standby with fire extinguishers. They're not in any real danger being fire ghouls/fire hybrids and all, but the audience doesn't have to know that. Black pants. The guys are shirtless and a cage bra for Sunny.

Strongman: This one's gotta go to our strong boi Mountain. His act includes deadlifting a beam that both Dew and Aurora are balanced on. Brown pants and sleeveless forest green vest (got to show off those muscles).

See-Saw: The quintessence bois. Aether, Phantom, Omega, and Swiss (since he's part quintessence). This act requires a lot of coordination because they have to time their jumps and swap out regularly so I feel like the shared element of quintessence would help them psychically communicate with each other and maintain a precise rhythm. Purple and black costumes.

Ringleader: Copia of course, complete with a fancy top hat. Make no mistake though. Just because he’s the ring leader doesn’t mean he has any control over his ghouls. It’s still like herding cats.

Note: I wrote this a while back before I better understood what ghouls were in what eras so don't mind me shoving three different eras together :)

[kristsingto]

Thinking about the Mock-Trailer for The Ex-Morning

Pathapi is said to be the Best Reporter of the Year in the beginning. How. I want to know his career accomplishments so badly? I need to know how he got here!

I’ve been considering why Pathapi acts the way he does in the beginning. Has he always been like, since his university days? Or was it perhaps heartbreak and the passage of time that’s made him more like this? 

Aou is being made to play the exasperated best friend in Be My Favorite and the rival with coffee thrown on him in The Ex-Morning. Someone give both characters a raise. And a boyfriend!

I looooove the trope of the arrogant, whiny jerkass in a successful position who gets humbled. And that paired with him rebuilding his reputation with his ex-boyfriend of all people? I am so ready to see Pathapi’s character arc, and the things Tamtawan makes him do in this trailer makes me think he’ll get more in-tune with the spirit of good reporting and why it’s so important.

How does Tamtawan know and decide to come back? Obviously, he wants to help Pathapi and is still in love with him, but why did he leave? WHY DID HE LEAVE? Later in the trailer, when present-day Tamtawan leaves, it’s after he’s told “Tam. You have two options now.” What are the two options? The way Tamtawan leaves and the look on his face makes him look regretful, but what exactly is motivating him trying to leave here? Why did he leave in the first place? Does Pathapi know? His face looks half confused rather than just heartbroken!

What has Tamtawan been up to? I am intrigued.

The SOTUS reference in their university days flashback? I am obsessed. They were so sweet in that one frame, it makes me wonder how they fell in love. How different were they? How much of the same remains in them? How did they fall in love? Oh my god!

The transition from Pathapi being awkward with shirtless only-clothed-in-a-towel Tamtawan to taking his own shirt off and asking if Tamtawan has an ulterior motive to fluster him is hilarious to me. I love how forward Pathapi is here! And Tamtawan getting flustered is amazing. Oh my god, I love this trailer. It balances a comedic tone, angst, tension, etc all in one show. Can’t help but adore it.

“You’re still the same selfish jerk.” I need to know what happened! I said this above and I’m saying it again. I am intrigued.

Uni Tamtawan pulling Pathapi by his tie? I am obsessed.

The umbrella scene is both so very P’Lit and so very much a SOTUS reference, it delights me. I wonder how many SOTUS references we’ll have in the show proper.

I wonder if the car accident will coincide with the climax of the show.

That! Last! Scene! I suppose this is a scene when they’re hooking up but not properly together, seeing as they’re flirting, shirtless, and probably just had sex, but still won’t admit they still like each other. This sounds great to me.

I’ve mostly not talked about the meta elements here, because I feel it’s less about the contents of the actual trailer and more about the nature of the series as such a KristSingto RPF-type plot. Anyway, I love it. Everything about the meta of this series is perfect to me, and exactly what I wanted. This show is SO fun to think about when you know about the lore of KristSingto in real life. I’m half expecting Tamtawan to have hazed Pathapi at this point!

Side note that is not a side note: I LOVE THEIR ACTING! I love their characters!

Is this vers? I’m going to say it’s vers or Top Krist until proven wrong, because that last scene? Well. Let’s put the KristSingto into the KristSingto.

I love the small cast and the focus on KristSingto! I just need to say this. I am so excited for this comeback, in-part because it really is just Tamtawan and Pathapi’s story.

Tamtawan is supposed to mean “follow” and “sun” whereas Pathapi means earth/soil/ground. Coming off of KongArt, where Arthit is obviously “sun,” and KristSingto, who compare themselves to the sun and moon, this seems so definitely meaningful. Aof and Lit, I need to know what you’re cooking! 

The coals scene is sooooo perfect, both for the characters AND KristSingto themselves. Again bringing it back to the meta of it all, but, oh my god? This is perfect? Aof wrote a screenplay that was KristSingto RPF? On that note, I keep thinking about the idea of KristSingto channeling their feelings from the irl work-partner “break up” and it makes me go a little crazy. Especially with Krist talking about all his efforts to bring Singto back, and how he over-thought it when Singto left. And even more so seeing as they say they’re basically playing themselves.

The lyrics of the song used in the trailer are so fitting, I am now looping it and thinking about Pathapi and Tamtawan forever and ever.

I noticed that Tamtawan goes by “Tam” but did I miss it for Pathapi in the trailer, or do we get no indication of his nickname? I’m curious.

The “Begin Again” for the new Peraya Party speaks to both KristSingto and their new characters, and this is again making me go, oh god it’s true they’re just playing themselves.

I said my ideal KristSingto BL was a vers exes-to-lovers that parallels reality. Evidently, I was not alone.

Is it just me, or do the Pathapi + animals and Pathapi + soil degradation water scenes feel a lot like certain episodes of Friendship with KristSingto? Just me? Maybe it’s just Krist. I love him so dearly.

So much is revealed in this trailer, but that somehow makes me more intrigued about what is not being revealed to us?

Krist still goes for the top lip and Singto still goes for the bottom lip when they kiss. This kills me every time. I am so excited to see lovey-dovey Tamtawan and Pathapi!

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

If you could gather all the greatest (all time favorites) fics where stiles travels to alternative universes, I would love you forever

Here you go!

once and again by bleep0bleep

(1/1 I 1,101 I General)

The problem with the multiverse, is that there are infinite possibilities. Stiles is tired. He’s been at this for a long, long time. It took years to master the power to traverse universes, and Stiles is putting a lot of faith in that he’ll find Derek again– a year of his life per shot, as is.

The (less) Broken Road by theroguesgambit

(1/1 I 4,012 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek find themselves in an alternate reality where Derek's still an Alpha, many of their lost friends are alive and well, and their alternate selves are apparently in a serious, long-term relationship.

With each other.

...Weird, right?

SuperWolf by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 4,816 I General I Sterek)

“Who are you? What are you doing? How are you doing? What is going on? Put me down!”

The man holding him let out a small chuckle, but didn’t release him until they were back on the cliff.

Where the Kappas were.

And he did, in fact, try and put Stiles down.

Stiles clung to the man tightly, arms around his neck and legs twisted so he could keep himself raised off the ground.

“Ah, not now, not now! Put me down where there aren’t any Kappas!”

Double Trouble by scatterglory

(11/11 I 8,191 I Mature I Sterek)

The Dereks face off across the small clearing he’d been running through, and Stiles realizes with a sick, sinking sensation that he’s not actually seeing double.

This or That, But Not Both by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 8,829 I Teen I Sterek)

“You can’t have everything.” The man held up both hands. “Your family,” he said, lifting his right hand and lowering his left, “or your boyfriend,” he switched them around, lifting his left and lowering his right. “Balance. You can have this,” he motioned around the room, “or that.” He pointed to his left and space seemed to break apart, a portal opening and showing Stiles, sitting at his desk with one hand pulling at his hair, the other flipping pages in a book.

“This, or that, but not both,” the Jumper said.

Five Days and a New Moon by LadyDrace 

(1/1 I 13,614 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles gets a visit from himself from a parallel universe. In which he was born a girl. And had a kid. Which he's now stuck taking care of for a few days.

Great.

Oddly, though, Derek seems totally happy babysitting.

Or:

A story where things are both mor

Worlds Apart by exclamation

(14/14 I 32,131 I Explicit I Sterek)

Nothing exciting ever happens in Beacon Hills... until Stiles appears to get a stalker. A strange guy is breaking into his house, watching him at lacrosse practice and grabbing him outside of the school. This guy claims that he's a werewolf who knows Stiles in another world... and he needs Stiles' help to figure out what happened to him.

Agreeing to help a werewolf research parallel worlds is one thing... hiding it from his dad is another.

In Any Version of Reality by alisvolatpropiis

(7/7 I 39,853 I Explicit I Sterek)

Standing next to not-Derek – whoa, holding not-Derek’s hand? – is someone who looks remarkably like Stiles. Is Stiles, a slightly-altered replica, just like this guy both is and isn't Derek.

It’s not like looking into a mirror – one, because looking into a mirror actually makes some kind of sense, and two, because not-Stiles looks older too, mid twenties maybe. And the tips of his short, spiky hair are dark purple, and he’s got a lip ring and he’s shirtless and covered in tattoos and what the holy hell?

“Time travel?" He's sufficiently freaked. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears his dad laughing.

“Not exactly,” not-Derek says, and shit, even his voice sounds exactly the same, disconcertingly gentle. He gestures behind him, and Stiles looks over his shoulder, where behind him, scattered across the porch and in the front yard, are more…Dereks and more Stileses.

Fourteen total, including the two at the door, he notes distantly, eyes feeling like they’re about to pop out of his head from bulging so hard.

Seven other Dereks. Seven other Stileses.

Seven Derek and Stiles pairs.

If the ley lines you should follow by forestofbabel

(10/10 I 52,111 I Teen I Sterek)

And Derek just stood there, staring at Stiles like he was a ghost.

“Dude, I know it’s been a while but you don’t have to look at me like you’re that surprised I’m hung over in the woods. It’s practically a tradition at this point.”

“Stiles?” Derek whispered, the name falling from his lips like a punch to the gut. Stiles watched, confused, as Derek took a deep breath in and took a shaky step forward then back again. “You’re not- you can’t be. Who are you?”

AND

@nolanfa suggested these great ones!

Echoes by entanglednow

(1/1 I 2,062 I General I Sterek)

Someone has deleted half the numbers in Stiles's phone.

Play It Again by metisket

(3/3 I 63,206 I Teen I Sterek)

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

[blazingstar29]

Top Gun Workouts - Slider

Everyone’s favourite [living] RIO

Disclaimer: I’m not a PT. In this series i break down characters muscle composition and how i think they’d exercise, if this may trigger you feel free to enjoy my other general shit posting!

Find the rest of the series under #top gun workouts :) So far there’s Mav and Ice

Slider is is also very interesting in his muscular make up. He’s tall, about 6’2 (?) and this DOES matter but not how you think and it’s something I’ll get into in more detail with Goose. Also keep in mind a lot of shirtless photos of Slider are during the volleyball scene so the actors will be in peak physique and probably have done some exercise before shooting to give themselves a ‘pump’.

I know forearms are a big deal for some of y’all and you’re right to be obsessed with them. Hold out out your arm in front of you as if you’re reaching for something. Does your for arm flex like Slider’s? Some might, some won’t. But for the hollow above the inside of your elbow to appear at the same time as the muscle at the top of your forearm (the sort facing the ceiling) that’s actually very impressive. It’s a combination of low body fat and muscle.

Sir, put them pits away. It’s pretty blurry but the concave of the arm pit, huge lateral bulge, front deltoid and shoulder are flexed here but even so, that doesn’t appear by itself.

Slider’s got a low body fat. Flexed on the left and relaxed on the right you can see his muscling pretty clear. Like with Maverick, we see those obliques. Unlike Mav, Slider’s got a slightly narrower waist. And those boulder shoulders are ginormous, well done Rick. His traps aren’t super big which makes sense when we look at his legs in a minute.

Everyone say thank you Rick for the effort he put in flying into sand and those arms. Full, well defined shoulders, good biceps and impeccable triceps. Yes flexed, no less impressive. Rick knows what hes doing in the gym. In the bottom photo you see those lats and scapular being flexed which shows us the muscle composition nicely. But like everyone, there’s thing that he didn’t focus on as much.

Slider please work on your legs. I’m kidding but it’s interesting to see that he’s got lean legs but next to know muscling. I have a theory for this but it’s more applicable to Goose so I’ll go into detail there with him. Something I’m noticing about the cast is that they don’t have huge chests. Like, these dudes are pretty built but they’re chests aren’t. Especially if you take a look at these guys either side of Goose.

Probably the typical 80’s lads. Beefier and more built chests. Perhaps there was a focus for the cast to have big stereotypical dude arms? I feel mean calling picking a part their lack of muscling in some areas but there is very few pectoral muscles on stand out in the cast. Hollywood and Ice perhaps being the only ones. Maybe a creative choice for the cast to focus on the ‘hotter’ parts of their body but also may have been a fitness trend in then80’s?

I hate to say it but the tag “Ron Slider Kener’s tits” isn’t…I’m sorry guys but these are not certified jugs im SORRY (I’m kidding, use that tag it’s hilarious and i love it)

Now onto what sort of exercise Slider would do? I have some ideas and a lot of them are built around this.

Slider you are a show OFF. This is a body building pose if I’m not mistake. He’s doing the vacuum stomach to flex his abs and angling his arms to show them off. Body building is time consuming and requires a certain diet so I don’t think Slider would be purposefully training whilst, I think he may have dabbled in it during College where he had a bit more freedom. Regardless he puts a lot into his physique.

Further more:

That’s an ankle wrap, now this might just be ankle support for beach volleyball but let me tell you something. If you’ve sprained your ankle badly, and I mean badly, that shit fucks you up for life if you don’t rehab it right. Now again, this may just be for support because both Ice and Slider have the same wrap on the same foot, but taking into account Slider’s lack of muscle on his legs, there’s a potential injury there. Which if you ever need to shunt Slider away out of a story, it’s a good option lmao (guilty as charged.)

If he’s not deadlifting then that may contribute to not having huge trapezoids. For how built his shoulders are I expected them to be bigger. I understood with Ice because his overall physique is just different but Slider confuses me.

Okay, now the actual exercises:

Back, bi’s and tri’s BABY. Over and over and over. They are his pride and joy.

Wide grip bicep barbell curls, hammer curls, arnold press, lateral raises. Tricep dips, tricep cable extensions. Anything and everything.

Rowing, either on the water or on a rowing machine. It takes the weight off his ankle. Potentially cycling too but he’d likely have bigger calves.

[soupandsimple]

Read Somewhere (with Sirius Black)

[ Sirius being handsy after a few too many drinks ]

* fluff / suggestive!! (nudity) ❤️‍🔥

** should go without saying Sirius doesn’t do anything the reader isn’t already okay with

…………………….

Tonight, Remus and James had come over for a little round of cards or two with your boyfriend Sirius. Of course you had Sirius invite them an hour earlier so you could offer them dinner before their night commenced and who could refuse that?

After dinner, you watch them begin a game but pretty shortly after, leave them to themselves for the night. This was not at all because they didn’t want you around but because you yourself wanted to give them their boy time. So you kiss Sirius at his temple with a whisper that you were going to shower and get in bed, then in regular volume announce to James and Remus that you enjoyed seeing them and thanked them for joining you for dinner.

“Turning in already? So soon?” Remus questions.

“Yeah but you guys have fun.” You then look over at the bottle of liquor placed on the coffee table, “On second thought, not too much fun” you tease.

Granted, the three of them didn’t drink everyday and it’d been ages since any of them had got blacked out drunk but even so, it didn’t hurt to remind them not to overdo it even if in a joking manner.

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll watch him” James tells you, gesturing his head to Sirius with a wink.

It was no secret that if anyone were to have a couple more drinks than needed, it would be Sirius. But again, he didn’t drink everyday so it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he did over drink for one measly night.

Sirius does nothing but roll his eyes at James’ comment as you giggle. You decide to give him one last quick kiss before walking off into the hallway of the flat that leads the bedroom.

You let yourself have an actual thorough shower with shaving and long lasting hair treatment since you essentially have the night to yourself. Finishing it, you then wrap a towel around yourself to do your nighttime regimen (body lotion, hair brushing, face cleanser, flossing, toothbrushing etc.) Once all that is done, you slip into a loose nightshirt and decide to forgo panties.

Earlier at the nail shop while waiting for a free chair, you read an article in a magazine about how there could be benefits of letting your lady parts breathe freely at night. Not wanting to forget the newfound information, you decide to try it tonight.

You get into bed and turn on the tv to watch some late night talk show for a bit. Throughout it all, you can hear laughter from the guys in the living room and love that they’re enjoying themselves. Just a little before the show ends, you turn on your nightstand lamp and turn off the tv screen. Turning your body completely around, you lay on your belly, prop yourself up on your elbows and open the book keep under your lamp.

You get to read for maybe about thirty minutes before Sirius enters the room. So enthralled in your book, you hadn’t even noticed that the men’s chatter from the other room had turned into silence.

“Hey, they gone?” you ask, turning your head back.

“Yeah, cab…both shared the cost of a cab..” he explains.

You nod and turn back to your book as he goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth and use the toilet. Shirtless and in just his boxers, he then comes out and lifts the bed covers to slide in where gets a sight of your bare bottom.

“Whoa…doll, where are your panties?”

“Hm?” you hum, looking away from your book.

“Panties” he repeats, giving one of the cheeks of your bum a double squeeze as he slips into his side of the bed.

“Oh, right I read somewhere that it does good to let her breathe from time to time from the usual confinement of underwear” you say, stretching over to put your book on the little side table.

“Talk about a good read,” he says, scooting into the center of the bed to pull you into your spooning position.

“What about these,” he then asks, slithering his hands up to cup your braless breasts above your shirt, “did you read anything about letting these breathe?”

“Ooo, bold” you remark jokingly; you can’t believe you hadn’t realized you were dealing with a borderline drunk Sirius. To be fair though, even sober he was crass but a heck of a lot more subtle with it (well, as subtle as crass can be anyway).

“I think you might have overdone it a little with the drinks tonight” you add.

Sirius lazily chuckles into your hair. “Yeah, I think I did,” he admits as you quietly laugh.

He moves his hands from your breasts to the bottom of your shirt and then lets them slide up slowly under the fabric to cup your bare breasts now; sloppily, he also begins kissing at your neck.

“Hey there handsy, I love you but we’re not going to do anything tonight” you make yourself tell him, even though his lips and fondling together are surefire ways to get you warm at your center.

‘Either both sober or both tipsy’ was the rule. It was hard to deny him when you were soberly conscious and could consent to wanting it but it was a rule you both respected nonetheless.

“I know, I know sorry. You’re just s’fucking beautiful and so effortlessly sexy. James and Remus like to talk about how the bachelor life is treating them well but little do they know how good it feels to have you in their bed every night. A pantie-less you for that matter” he snickers, letting his hands travel to get a hold of your bottom.

“Okay well,” you begin saying as you stretch over to turn off your lamp, “you definitely need some sleep smooth talker.” In the dark now, you turn in to face him and place a hand at his cheek to caress it while the other holds his jaw. “Maybe tonight wasn’t the best night to try out what I read.”

“Hey no, no, sorry I’ll behave” he assures, wrapping his hands quickly at your midriff, appropriately above the fabric of your shirt now. “Promise.”

“Mhm, right. Well I love you,”

Kiss -

“So much baby,”

Kiss -

“Goodnight” you say, gifting him one last smooch before letting your head cuddle down at his chest and closing your eyes.

“And I love you doll, so very fucking much” he murmurs at the top of your head. He tightens his hold on you and not even a second later, is comfortably out like a light. <3

[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: Brother's Best Friend

Headcanons: Maedhros, Celegorm, Fingon, Angrod, Egalmoth, Beleg

A/N: Back with my Modern AU headcanons, I decided to switch it up for a change today. They're quite long since I did both headcanons and fic for more content. Enjoy!!

Warnings: fembod, exhibitionism, cunnilingus (face sitting and from behind), vaginal penetration, fingering

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Maedhros

He’s always softer and protective around you and even scolds your brother for being too harsh. You can count on him to be at your beck and call whenever something is off, and you require assistance.

Quick to compliment your outfits and throw a secretive wink. His eyes are always on your figure whenever you're walking around the house. Your brother could be chatting his head off and his eyes are on you (he’s using his handsome looks to benefit him).

Wards off all suitors and would even threaten a few to ensure that no one else but him can have you. This means that whenever your brother is asleep in the next room at night, you can bet he’s already slithered into your room to have his filthy way with you.

He’s ruthless and a menace about it. Part of you would think that he doesn’t care whether your brother caught him or not, but it was just the thrill of having consecutive rendezvous.

The loud thuds of the bedhead knocking against the wall alerted you of the volume and aggression he was pounding into you, though, it appeared that Maedhros had no care in the world. He was lost in your heat and all that mattered was you cumming around his cock and him filling you up.

Sweaty skin rubbed against one another, and your hands were fighting to catch a firm grip on his arms while his hips expertly twisted and angled themselves to aim for that one spot right off the bat. While his mouth had covered yours to swallow your moans, he was still sinfully wicked to force them out.  “M-Mae…please…ngghh—”

The wicked gleam in his eyes as he broke the kiss and pulled away to lift your right leg and hook it over his shoulder urged a squeak to follow. He was relentless as his hips continuously worked their way against yours. Every touch had your body on fire. “You don’t sound like you want me to stop princess? Do you hear that? Listen…”

Forcing yourself to listen to want he wanted you to hear, you gasp at the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching as his cock drove deeper and deeper. You wanted to look down to where you were both connected, but the harsh thrust he sent your way made you bury your face into the pillow. Your brother had to be drunk or sick to not hear a single sound emitting from your room, even the knocking of the bedhead.

“Fuck Mae! I’m s-so close—”

Leaning into your neck to kiss your pulse, he gave a little nibble before steadying his hips once he felt the tightness around him increasing. “Go ahead princess, cum all over my cock. Show me just how filthy my friend’s little sister is…”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Celegorm

He looks like a fuckboy and acts like he’s the biggest and best out of them all, but it’s all a façade. Deep down, he simply tags along with the latest gossip about him so long as it isn’t ruining the reputation of Mr Popular.

As your brother’s bestie, he’s always over and doesn’t know how to be subtle about anything he says or does. If you’re wearing something revealing, he’s biting his lip or raking his eyes from head to toe, and in return, he’ll walk around shirtless to capture your attention.

Compliments roll off his tongue and nicknames are attached to them. Whether it be ‘princess’, ‘dollface’, ‘babygirl’, kitten’, or ‘vixen’, those are his names for you alone. No one had the privilege to use them; only he can shamelessly flirt with you.

Loves to act like the big bad wolf or fake boyfriend so you can come running to him, proving to your brother that he can trust and protect you. He really does that to corrupt you to end up as his plaything until you submit.

“What’s the matter kitten, cat got your tongue? What happened to all that noise you were making earlier?” His sickeningly patronising grin was hidden from your line of sight as he pressed you against the wall in the corridor of your house and buried his face between your legs.

Taking his large hands, he parted your thighs and spread your ass apart so his tongue could reach your puss better and have a taste. The vicious swirls of his tongue against your clit once his tongue came in contact with your sensitive bud forced a squeak from your lips. Not once did Celegorm cease his actions despite your brother and the rest of his friends lounging downstairs. If they heard, then so be it. Right now, he was having dessert.

Nipping and circling your clit with his teeth and tongue, he enjoyed the squeaks and squelches emanating from you with each ministration. Wanting to dive deeper, he pressed you into the wall and arched your back so your ass would meet his face and his tongue would slip into your slit. The sound of slick being slurped by him shamelessly ricocheted throughout the upper floor and prompted you to push against and away from him. “Relax dollface, no one is going to interrupt us,” his voice muffled by your pussy as a slap came down on your ass to silence your whines. “Enjoy what I’m giving you.”

Panting like you were in labour, your nails scraped the paint off the wall from the palpability of his actions. He was relentless and showed no signs of stopping until you came upon his face, even if it was in the open corridor. Feeling the languid rolls and thrusts of his tongue, your eyes rolled back, and your body began convulsing.

“That’s it princess, cum all over my face. Show me just how sweet your pussy is.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Fingon

Your brother trusts him so much that not even for a second he would suspect that his best friend had already locked his eyes on his little sister. All the sweet interactions between you and Fingon before your brother’s eyes were all a candy show.

In secrecy and right before his eyes, Fingon was staking his claim on you from the simple gestures of brushing your hair out the way, complementing your outfit or racking his eyes up and down your figure when you wear a little too-revealing dress.

For your brother’s sake of fearing when other people approach you, Fingon would pretend to be your boyfriend and when your brother’s back was turned, he’d have you all to himself.

It’s all a part of fulfilling his role and duty as your boyfriend. Smug, seductive and highly secretive, it’s more your brother being blind to the obvious actions of his best friend fucking you right in the kitchen while he’s playing games.

“Shush, princess. Not so loud now. You don’t want your dear old brother to catch us? What would he say about you getting fucked by his best friend?” his voice was beyond stable for someone drilling into you rapidly. Even the stable mocking tone he displayed made your walls clenched around his cock causing him to hiss.

The faint sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the kitchen and faintly in the living room while it reverberated loudly in the pantry you were cooped up in. The straps of your top were rolled down your shoulder, shorts off and panties pushed to the side with one leg hooked on his hip. Your fingers were fighting to catch a good grip with the way his hips were battering against yours. “F-Finno…slowly down…too much, ngghh—” Your words were cut off by a squeak when he pinched your clit.

“Too much? Oh no princess, this is more than enough. It’s what you wanted, craved—walking around in those shorts and expecting that I wouldn’t scold you…” His voice trailed off when he decided to look down and notice you creaming all over him. “So fucking innocent aren’t you? Look at the mess you made sweetheart…all for me,” he cooed in your ear before giving it a nibble and dropping to your neck.

Digging your nails into his shirt and tugging him closer as the heat and pressure grew, your body began trembling from the high levels of sensation and thrill of being caught. Any moment now, your brother would come looking for you and Fingon. “Fin-…Finno, close, close…please…”

“Go ahead princess, give it all to me.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Angrod

With his stern and stoic appearance, you were afraid to approach him at first since he barely spoke to you at all, but you were wrong. The way he looked at you whenever you entered the room told a different story.

He came off as a tsundere at first, always grumbling and keeping his distance, but that was just a façade to show your brother that he was serious about the bro code—not that he cared about it at all.

Any chance he had with you alone, he would strike to corner you against some surface and lock lips or run his hands up and down your body, marvelling at your figure. Whispering about how he wants you terribly and what he’ll do to you.

Your brother trusts him so much with your safety that he doesn’t realise that he’s giving Angrod exactly the time he wants to have you all to himself, and he must thank your brother for that.

Windows foggy despite the tinted glass, bare legs wrapped around an aggressive waistline and hands struggling to grip some surface, you and Angrod were trapped in the backseat of his car. His lips were attached to yours, sucking the life out of you while his hips pumped vigorously into yours. No matter how much you attempted to catch your breath, he knocked it out of your chest.

“An-…Angrod…fuck! Oh my god!” you whined against his lips as he broke the kiss to stare into the darkness between you both at his cock sliding in and out of your cunt. The lewd sounds of sweaty skins slapping against each other and the slickness of his cock pumping into your cunt traversed the car.

“I seriously…ngghh, need to thank your brother for this…opportunity. Couldn’t have done it without him,” he groaned and breathed against your neck when your walls clamped down on him. The feel of your gummy walls around his cock was divine after all those months of waiting. “I’ll have to send him a gift; his little sister is not so innocent anymore…huh?”

Widening your eyes at the suggestion, your legs naturally tightened around his waist for him to finish inside you and return to your brother. The thrill of being claimed by his best friend was exhilarating, and you didn’t want for this to be the only occurrence. Nodding your head with glossy eyes, you whined and begged him, “P-Please, Angrod…fill me up, ruin me! P-…Please!”

Loving the teary look in your eyes, he couldn’t be more pleased to comply with his princess's wishes. “Anything you ask for princess.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Egalmoth

He will outrightly flirt with you before your brother’s eyes but in a more subtle manner to not make things awkward or to break the bro code. In private when your brother isn’t there, he’ll lay all the sexual innuendos while cornering you.

His eyes are always dark and glossy whenever he’s staring at you and if anyone ever noticed him, they would understand the meaning of his gaze. Egalmoth has no shame in eye-fucking you as you stand before him and ask if he likes your outfit.

Always biting or licking his lips whenever he’s speaking with you (that is when no one’s around) or making some serious sexual eye contact. You could feel his desire to fuck you every time he’s around you.

It’s awfully easy for Egalmoth to have his way with you, even when your brother is around because he’s just smooth and naturally mysterious with his actions. The both of you could be sitting beside each other and your brother wouldn’t have a clue.

The images on the screen were bright but blurred with the vigorous motion of two fingers pumping in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. Given the dark settings of the room and the blanket that covered both you and Egalmoth—since the cold air conditioner was the excuse—your bother was oblivious to Egalmoth fucking you under the covering. All your attempts at stifling your moans were vanishing the faster his fingers worked.

“Eg-…Egalmoth…ughh…” you moaned into his neck while his lips were by your ear whispering intense levels of filth.

“Are you cum all over my fingers pretty girl, huh? Right in front of your brother? I thought you were innocent babygirl?” he taunted while nibbling on your earlobe. His fingers in accordance dug deeper and curled against your soft spot, earning him a sharp pain to his biceps. Your nails were clawing into his bare arm and leaving moon crescents. “You look so pretty when you when you cry like that.”

Breathlessly wheezing, you pushed your face into his neck deeper and clung to him while cutting your clueless brother a look from the corner of your eye. His eyes were still glued to the show which meant that Egalmoth wasn’t letting up. “He’ll catch us…hurry up…ngghh.”

Pulling his fingers out and laughing at your whines, he pushed three in this time and immediately went after your soft spot. Curling and pressing against your gummy walls and relishing in its softness, he groaned into your ear, “After you’ve cum all over my fingers princess, you’re cum on my cock later, hmm? But you gotta cum for me first baby…”

Thrusting your hips upwards as he rocked his fingers, the coil and pressure grew instantaneously, and came all over his fingers. A loud squelch echoed when he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips to have a taste. Maintaining eye contact as he did so when he was finished, he leaned over to land a chaste kiss on your lips and whispered, “You taste good, but I want more.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Beleg

No one would ever suspect he was already fucking you behind your brother’s back. Not the sweet, friendly and charming boy who was friends with everyone and all the animals loved. Not the sweet boy would do voluntary work at the community centre.

Beleg was the last person anyone would assume to be visiting you, when he was away at college behind your brother’s back, to spend some quality time with his princess. He would make the extra effort to make the trip to spend a few hours and then vanish.

Always complimenting, in private, how beautiful you looked in your outfit and getting filthier with he was fucking you. Making sure that you understood just how much he wanted to let everyone know you were a spectacle in your outfit.

He uses friendly flirtations to get away with having your all to himself when your brother wasn’t looking. Whether it be in your house or away at college, Beleg was making it his business to see his favourite babygirl.

“You know, you can make all the nose you want, right princess? Your brother’s fast asleep, he can’t hear us.” His puppy eyes flashed up at you while you sat without your underwear, on his chest. He was attempting to have you sit on his face since it was the first time in months he was seeing you, and you were fucking without your brother hovering (though he was sleeping next door). “Come have a seat love, I missed you.”

From rubbing your thighs with his thumbs, his hands gripped them with eagerness and dragged you forward to drop into his mouth. The minute you sat on his face; you squealed once his tongue wasted no time to reach out a lick a bold stripe. Twisting and flicking your clit, his lips formed a suction to suckle your clit while his fingers dug into your flesh and left prints.

Beleg was lost in paradise between your legs without a care in the world knowing that your brother was miles away and he had you all to himself. Every cry and moan you made, he devoured and dipped his tongue to push it past your folds. Hardening his tongue and thrusting it enthusiastically in and out, he groaned as your fingers entangled in his silvery strands and tugged. “Hmm, you’re so damn perfect every time I have you, but today…you’re even better…come on princess, be louder. Cum all over my face!”

“B-…Beleg, fuck! You feel so good!” you cried out as his hands urged your hips to rock against his mouth. You could see the gloss smeared on his nose and cheeks from the light, but Beleg didn’t seem to care. He was pleased to be between your legs and basking in paradise as he longed for. It irritated him that your brother was home, and he couldn’t behave as freely as desired, but he’ll make the moment worth it. Being away at college and not having you around was hellish.

“That's it, princess, just like that, you’re so close. You taste so good on my tongue,” he groaned before pressing his tongue against your clit for a languid flick.

Choking on a muffled sob, you had forgotten about keeping tabs on the door to ensure it wasn’t opened and tossed your head backwards. Your body was easily consumed in convulsed once the coil had snapped and released at the built-up pressure and frustration of missing Beleg. On his end, he had refused to let you escape his grip, pushing you into overstimulation all to have a taste.

“Let’s see if you can be a little louder, hmm? Round two.”

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[ellaelsinore]

Corroded Coffin gets asked to be the house band for the local Hedwig production, clearly the only musicians skilled enough for a rock opera. Eddie didn’t think the show would be fun, but the music clearly rocks, the show is entertaining, it pays and it gives him more opportunities to perform. Costume even lets him wear mostly his own clothes, embellishing his battle vest further, not budging on the obscene amount of eyeliner they insist is “necessary to the plot”. Both Eddie and Steve kinda love it, even when Eddie looks like a raccoon the next morning. It takes all of his time for months, but by the end the boys are pretty proud of what they’ve accomplished and have learned a lot from the director and production staff about putting on a real show.

Steve comes to multiple shows, in the audience and backstage. He prefers being backstage, watching from the wings. He alternates between stage right and stage left, either able to watch Eddie from afar as he plays and dances and sings harmony, or right next to him so he can tell him how pretty he looks every break for the whole show. Eddie basks in the attention he gets from the community, the snobby theater crowd impressed by the skill of four heathens with guitars and a drum kit. The actor playing Hedwig tells them that they’re by far the most talented pit band he has worked with and will keep them in mind the next time he does a rock musical.

Eddie plays Wicked Little Town (reprise) every night like it’s the last time he’s going to play it. He studied the music for weeks, pouring over that particular song, first, because it’s the climax of the musical and second, it reminds him of Steve. Steve who is so much more than the stuck-up, pretty-boy jock he saw in high school. Steve who kept the party and himself alive and safe in the Upside Down, who picked up the pieces of a life that broke around him and built a new family with them. Who changed so completely that anyone from his old life would never recognize the man he had become, who sometimes didn’t recognize himself. Eddie wanted to be the voice Steve could follow, to rebuild this new life together.

Next Corroded Coffin show, Eddie plays a viciously emotional rendition of Wicked Little Town (Reprise), shirtless, black jeans low on his hips, jewelry shining in the stage lights. Robin and Nance made sure that Steve was front and center, Eddie dedicates the song to “his cosmic lover,” and plays to Steve like he’s the only one in the bar. Steve cries into Robin’s shoulder until Eddie slings his guitar over his back and hops off the stage, taking Steve’s face in his hands, kissing away the tears on his cheeks.

“You make this wicked little town worth every minute, Stevie.” Eddie kisses his forehead. “And you will never be alone again, never be a stranger, not if I can help it.” He pulls the ring box out of his pocket, not caring that they’re still in the middle of the Hideout and some asshole (Gareth) got them to adjust the spotlight to where the two men are standing in the pit. Not caring that the whole club has pulled back and is watching two men in desperate love, sharing in a moment that they should be grateful to see.

Steve laughs wetly as Eddie presents the ring, a woven silver band set with three sunshine-yellow stones, nodding before Eddie can even ask the question. “Steve Harrington, will you..” Steve crushes Eddie into a hug, whispering ��yes” against his neck over and over. “You didn’t let me finish, Stevie,” Eddie laughs. Steve pulls back to look at his boyfriend, fuck, fiancé, and sees Eddie’s doe eyes misty and rimmed with red, but he’s smiling at Steve and god, Steve could look at him for the rest of his life. “Steve,” Eddie takes a deep breath, takes Steve’s hands in his. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, a million times yes.” Steve lets Eddie put the ring on him, before finally kissing Eddie. However wicked this town was, Eddie was his home, and together they would pick up the pieces and make a beautiful life for themselves.

[bengiyo]

The Middleman's Love Ep 8 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week, Jade struggled and finally made things clear with Mai, who won by taking King's advice to back off Jade for a while.

Yes! No recap! Straight to boyfriends content!

I'll let them have the little bit of comedy in Jade's reactions since I enjoyed the music track. Still, when will a Yim and Tutor both be ready???

Giving us shirtless in bed but they're still getting comfortable is okay. Just don't end it here.

Yes, King and Uea should get to tease Jade.

Uea looks so comfortable in this sweater.

Oh, I was wondering what we'd do with Jade's insistence that Mai is perfect. I wonder what these two are like once they settle and run into troubles.

"I have the new Conan episode," feels like a Netflix and Chill situation.

Pratfall kiss over a couch is new.

They're moving in together?? That seems a little fast but go off!

King and Uea flashing their rings will never get old.

I like King wanting to tease Jade before realizing he left Uea behind and going back. Meanwhile, Uea just seems content to watch everyone play.

Cheewin does really enjoy these extended couple epilogues.

Okay, Jade's whole family crossing Mai was actually funny.

It's actually such a good sign that Jade's parents are still flirty in front of their kids. Makes the dad's offer to consult them land better.

Aww they made fried chicken for Jade.

You say you don't mind Jade not doing housework now, Mai...

Honestly, the lighting is too bright in this kitchen.

I like the way Jett feels like an eldest sibling.

Oh shit we're getting into Mai's dating history. This conversation is really good, and I like them figuring out some communication and potential hangups early.

I like Jade showing Mai his drawings, but I feel like we're using the theme song too much.

DID HE JUST THROW THOSE GLASSES WITH HIS TEETH??

Okay, I like Jade bringing it back up and saying he wants to do it, and then they have Jade taking the lead.

That was very stylish. I'm satisfied. Good job, Tutor and Yim.

NGERN IS BACK!

This is a sexy family, holy shit.

The brother eye fight was good. I am so glad to have Ngern on our screens again.

I really like that their families are both supportive, and they're all happy to transition into the blending phase.

Oh, again? I see Cheewin heard my complaints. Continue.

Much better use of the glasses!

Final Verdict: 6, There Are Some Good Ideas Here. I like the thing Cheewin does where he's playing with how people see themselves and each other, and how many of us are constantly faking it. I don't really think the comedy with Jade worked out here, so the core angst with him struggling about feeling weird and unwanted felt like it dragged. I'm a fan of the extended epilogue thing Cheewin likes to do and the way it feels like a victory lap, but I'd like to see him write a couple in that transition as a focus of the show. Still, I think it's a show people either know they want to watch or don't almost immediately.

[sweetpandorabox]

I Love You - Cedric Diggory x Female Reader (One shot)

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: After 5 months of dating your older boyfriend and a charming yet brave Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory, has finally said the words I love you on the morning of your birthday as he also brought along a little gift for you.

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Female Reader

Story Settings: This fanfiction is set in a year after you and Cedric have graduated from Hogwarts. (Yes in this one Cedric survived through the Triwizard tournament and tied with Harry and you also moved in with him).

Warnings⚠️: None this one is pure fluff.

A/N: Hey sexy it's Angel here, this week I've decided to write some more super short one-shots for all of you, I'll be sure to make one for at least all of the Harry Potter boys and girls because it's super easy, and, and don't require a lot of time, anyway enjoy love you. xx

Word Count: 907

✯¸.•´¨*•✿ I Love You ✿•*¨`•.¸✯

You're woken up by the sweet scent of freshly made pancakes drenched in syrupy and a touch of butter right on the top, just the way you like it coming your way closer and closer salivating your mouth wet, heavily desiring for those pancakes to fill in your rumbling morning tummy, you slowly open your eyes awake with a smile stay put on your lips only to find your boyfriend Cedric shirtless wearing one of his favorite grey sweatpants resting low on his hips showing off just how well he's taken care of his body. His defined abs that look to be shaped by the Greek Gods themselves and his sharp-cut Adonis belt sticking out caught your eyes right away, leaving them glued down there as he made his way to your side of the bed with a breakfast tray floating itself up in front of him.

"Happy Birthday to you" Cedric begins to sing in a cheerful tone, "Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday dear Y/N... Happy birthday my love" he finished the song, setting the breakfast tray right by the nightstand with his wand leaving you to giggle away at his adorable singing voice. Cedric placed himself on the edge of the bed right by your foot tucking a loose piece of hair behind your messy yet sexy bedhead, "Happy birthday my love, I hope you like your breakfast in bed, mom taught me how to make homemade pancakes the other day so I could surprise you" He explained softly traveling his hand once form your ear down to caressing your cheek, his hands were warm and gentle how could you be so lucky you thought.

You gave him your best, most happiest smile at his efforts before saying "Thank you so much for all this love, you didn't need to do any of this at all... a good morning kiss would have sufficed" you giggle quietly once more, "Now come here and give me my kiss before I dive into those delicious looking pancakes" you demanded and just like that Cedric charming yet toothy smile appears as he scoots closer to your face and leaned in to place his soft silky lips into yours. The kiss was fiery and needy even after 5 month of dating Cedric passion for you has never run our of fuel, he's willing to do anything to make you happy and although the both of you haven't actually announce the L words to each other Cedric feels that he's ready and it's the perfect time to do so.

After what felt like hours Cedric managed to get up from the bed, grab onto your waist, and pick your small frame off the bed and into his arm all without breaking the kiss walking off into another space inside your shared bedroom, finally, he stops walking, he's take you out to the balcony of your shared bedroom. The cold morning air slithers in over the both of you, cooling down the burning and passionate make-out that both of you have been doing for the last 5 minutes. You break the kiss slowly only to find Cedric smiling happily, you haven't seen this smile since you agreed to be his girlfriend or when you agreed to move in with him, it was indeed a special smile, you smile sweetly back at him, as he stares into your eyes getting lost in their beautiful color before he finally said "I love you" you eyes opened wide at his words, and he managed to skip your heartbeat about 3 times faster he said, he finally said it, you couldn't imagine being happier then you are at this moment.

"I love you too Cedric" you blurted before you giggle leaving him to smile and spin your around in his arm, joyful that the both of you have finally reached yet another chapter in your relationship journey, and after a while of giggling and him spinning you around, he lands you down on the balcony making sure you're safe and sound before he reached for his pocket. "I've got a surprise for you princess, you're going to love it... close your eyes" he blurted out before pulling out a red velvet box while you did as you were told to close your eyes. Cedric opened the box gently and take out its content which was an elegant Ruby necklace laced into a gold chain, he close the box and puts it back into his pocket before unclasping the necklace and walking right behind you to put it on.

He placed the necklace gently on your neck and clasp it closed before telling you to slowly open your eyes, you did as you were told giggling in the process only to find a shining red stone sitting on your neck. You've always talked about how you wanted a ruby necklace such as this because it reminds you of your grandmother who possesses the same looking one that she would wear all the time before she passed away not that long ago. You couldn't contain your happiness and even your eyes started to well up with happy tears but you turned around to face him, got up on your tippy toes, and placed your arms behind his neck to pull him down for yet another thank you and passionate a kiss, as he rests both his hand on your waist leaving a great start to your birthday.

What the necklace looks like in my head 👆🏻

[channiebelly]

Classmate

tropes: body worship.

ship: vernon/chan

wordcount: .9k

Vernon has a crush on the chubby boy in his class, Chan. He asks Chan out and everything seems to be going well until things start to get heated. Vernon needs to show Chan just how sexy he is.

There's this guy in Vernon's class, Chan. He's cute, funny, talkative, has adorable chubby cheeks, a good butt, and, most importantly, an impressive, round belly. So, he's just Vernon's type.

Towards the end of the semester, Vernon finally gets up the courage to ask him out.

"Chan!" Chan has left the classroom already, and Vernon is racing to catch up with him (not that Chan walks particularly fast).

"Oh, Vernon?" Chan asks when Vernon finally catches up to him. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah! Everything's perfect!" Vernon cringes at himself. That was definitely too excited. "I just wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to go out with me sometime. As a date."

"Oh." Chan blushes, to Vernon's delight. "I'd love that."

"Great," Vernon says. They exchange numbers, and then Vernon's off, walking in the other direction to his next class, a grin not leaving his face.

The date goes very well. They meet up for coffee and lunch, and arrange another date a few days later. That date goes well too. Amazing, actually. Vernon likes Chan more than he thought possible after such a short amount of time.

For their third date, Vernon invites Chan over to his place for a movie night. He tries to make his intentions very clear: he tells Chan that they'll have the apartment to themselves, he arranges it for the evening and even drops a "netflix and chill" comment in their text conversation.

Chan shows no hesitation to the concept.

Which is why Vernon is a little confused when Chan suddenly switches gears when Vernon tries to take his shirt off. They had been making out heavily on the couch just a minute before, Chan's hand had been on the bulge in Vernon's jeans, and they were both very into it.

"Sorry!" Chan yelps as soon as Vernon's hands grip the hem of his shirt. "Wait."

Vernon backs away immediately. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm just worried you'll be disappointed," Chan says. "I'm not exactly ripped."

"...Yeah," Vernon says.

"I'm a bit chunky," Chan says. He's blushing again. Vernon ignores how cute he finds it, this is clearly important to Chan.

"Chan, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I know. Your size is not exactly a secret."

"Oh," Chan says. He sounds upset. Shit.

"I like your size. I knew what your body looked like before I asked you out, and I liked it. I wouldn't have asked you out if I wasn't attracted to you."

"Really?" Chan says. Vernon wishes he could tell Chan just how alluring he found his size, how he had to stop himself from staring at the prominent swell of Chan's belly from across the room, how the time Chan's shirt had risen up and shown his soft underbelly hadn't left his mind for weeks, how he had fanaticised about what Chan looked like under his hoodies all semester. Vernon had been wanting to get his hands on Chan for ages. He hated the idea that Chan thought that he wasn't attracted to him.

"Absolutely." Vernon kisses Chan again, deep and slow. "I think you are incredibly sexy. Can I please take your shirt off?"

Chan giggles. "Well since you asked nicely."

Vernon doesn't wait any longer. He pulls Chan's shirt over his head, and there Chan is, shirtless and right in front of Vernon. He's hotter than Vernon ever could've imagined. Somehow, his belly looks bigger without the fabric obscuring it. It's rounded and enormous, with a pair of chubby moobs sitting on top. The sides of his belly turn into rolls of fat that wrap around his back and he has large love handles that are struggling to stay contained in his waistband. He's gorgeous.

Vernon must be staring too hard, because Chan gets nervous and starts to move away. "I'm sorry. It's too much. I'll just go."

Vernon grabs his wrist. "Don't. Please. You're absolutely incredible." He runs his tongue over his lips. "Can I touch?"

Chan nods and Vernon reaches out to place his hands on the distended sides of Chan's belly. He does it slowly, taking in every sensation. He'd wanted to touch Chan for month, and now he's right where he wants him. He's going to make the most of this.

He runs his hands over the full expanse of Chan's stomach, testing the firmness at various points. He's mapping out Chan's stomach with his hands. The top of Chan's stomach is incredibly firm, almost solid, and Chan lets out a little hiccup when he presses into it. Around his bellybutton and above is also very firm and taut, but there's a bit more give when Vernon presses into it. Underneath his bellybutton is pure softness. The skin there is buttery soft and smooth and supple enough for Vernon hold it in his hands. He takes two handfuls of it and shakes, watching the rolls on Chan's sides shake with it.

This whole time, Chan's breathing has been getting heavier and heavier, as Vernon continued his exploration. But when Vernon trails a finger gently over Chan's underhang, his breathing gets rapidly heavier. He likes being touched there, Vernon learns.

"Fuck," Vernon says. "you're so hot." He starts kneading into the sides of Chan's belly, more insistently now. "Please let me fuck you."

Chan must believe that Vernon isn't lying about finding him attractive at this point, because he nods.

Vernon can't wait any longer. He stands up quickly and offers a hand out to Chan to help pull him off the couch. Vernon is going to spend the entire night convincing Chan of just how sexy he is.

[fictionalmenownmyheart]

Swing Those Hips Wifey • miles teller

Hello! I’m still sort of new to how everything works on tumblr so please bear with me on this. I hope you enjoy this because it came to me at 2am and I had to write it down quickly so I didn’t forget anything so it’s probably not perfect even after some editing. After reading so many rooster x reader fics here on tumblr, which I have absolutely loved, I hope I’ve done okay with this. Please let me know what you think and any help would be much appreciated. I hope the title and photo (below) speak for themselves in what this is going to be about, I’ve seen this everywhere on Instagram (I can’t find a gif of Miles in his white suit replicating the move so I’ve put the next best thing, or first, or equally as good) and just had to do this, I couldn’t stop myself.

Gif is not mine, belongs to the owner.

Warnings: very short and fluffy, one swear word used at the end

Miles Teller x fem!reader

Word count: 522 (does this make it a drabble or is the worthy of being a one shot? Or both maybe?)

I couldn’t believe I was here. Having been married to Miles for 6 years now I knew what to expect at these things but it never meant I was fully prepared for all these cameras and eyes on me, I definitely much preferred being behind the camera and left being in front of one to Miles.

I liked being Y/N Teller, supportive wife of the gorgeous man and amazing actor, Miles Teller, but mostly from behind the scenes.

At the moment I was talking to one of the interviewers whilst my husband was elsewhere. I couldn’t have said no to them, that would have been rude and I remember Miles’ words to have a good time before we had arrived here so that is what I was going to make sure to do.

“Enjoy yourself baby, I’ll catch up and find you later.” He had said to me earlier, as he kissed me on the lips softly.

So here I was being asked about his new role as Rooster in the long awaited film, Top Gun: Maverick. “Thank you so much for coming over and talking to me Y/N, last question, I was wondering if you could show us your own version of your husbands now iconic beach scene moment.”

I instantly knew what they meant and I laughed good heartedly.

Everyone had soon become obsessed with the shirtless body rolling, shaking thing Miles had done in the movie and I was happy to oblige.

“I’ll give it a go but I can’t guarantee it’s going to be as good as Miles, he’s got it down to a T.” I start moving my body shaking my shoulders and rolling in a way that he did in the scene, replicating it as close as possible to how he did, moving with as much rhythm as I could manage whilst trying not to feel awkward or too out of my comfort zone.

“How was that?” I ask as I notice the interviewer looking beyond me over my shoulder probably at Tom who I knew was near by.

Even though I’d gotten to know him really well during filming I still get starstruck so I completely understood why the focus was taken off me.

“Swing those hips wifey, that was amazing. Trying to steal my moves I see and doing them better than me,” My husband calls from right behind me and places his hand on my hip as he comes and stands beside me. I look up into his beautiful brown eyes and get lost in the love I see in them and a hidden burning fiery gaze of heat that is easier to notice in his depths from how close we’re standing.

We finish the interview together, the interviewer clearly more than happy to talk to Miles as well. Not that I could blame them.

Once we’re finished and walking away Miles grips my hip tighter and leans down and whispers in my ear, “When we get home I hope to see more of those swinging hips baby, so fucking sexy.” I blush profusely but don’t disagree with him.

[vintagepresley]

SOLDIER BOY

NSFW! 18+

Warnings: P in V sex, military kink, uniform kink, breeding kink (subtle), lactation kink (subtle), voyeurism kink

It's 1959 and your boyfriend, Elvis Presley, was drafted into the Army the previous year. Having missed him terribly, you decided to visit him, which landed you here. He is taking you to his bunk. You reach what seems to be the end of a hallway and he pulls you into what seems to be a closet and you watch as he rids himself of his hat and jacket, leaving him shirtless with only his pants on. “Take off yer clothes, doll.” He says in a low tone. You, although confused, comply. Once you are completely naked, he helps you put on his army jacket and places his hat on your head. He smiles and grabs your hand again, leading you into his room. He takes you to his cot and lies you down. “Ya look so pretty for me, so perfect.” He runs his hand down your thigh. “Look so pretty in my uniform, hmm?” As he stares at you, he is reminded of the polaroids he took of you, which he showed to his friends. His eyes light up and it is obvious he has some kind of idea. “Elv-” He cuts you off. “Ya okay with being watched, baby?” He asks you and you nod slowly. You watch as he leaves the room for a second before returning, Cookie and Rick trailing behind him. He sits on the bed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his lap. You feel his hands run along the undersides of your thighs before he spreads your legs, exposing your pussy to the boys. They marvel at the sight of your wet cunt, reaching into their pants and pulling their cocks out. Elvis chuckles and runs a finger through your folds, collecting your wetness. He licks his finger and groans at your taste. "Ya taste so good, doll." You whimper softly as he continues his assault on your pussy. He runs his fingers through your folds once more before inserting two fingers into your hole. You moan loudly as he fingers you. He adds a third finger and grins. "Just started and ya already a mess in my arms, doll. C'mon, let's show the boys how many of my fingers you can take." He spreads your legs more and curls his fingers in you. You squeal as you come. He removes his fingers and licks your cum off his fingers. He chuckles and pulls his cock out of his pants before running the tip along your folds. He slowly enters you and you sink down on him completely. You look up to see the boys with their jaws wide open, stroking themselves. Elvis grabs your hips and begins to bounce you on his dick. "I have to do everything, hmm?" He says as you moan. He lets go of your hips and you sit still on his cock. "C'mon doll, show 'em how you bounce on me." You grip onto the sheets as you move up and down, your breasts bouncing with each motion. Elvis grabs one and tugs at your nipple. "Imagine how pretty these tits would look full of milk. Full of milk for my baby." You moan as Elvis thrusts his hips up, fucking into you. He wraps an arm around you and thrusts hard. "Ya close doll? Come with me." He says before giving one last thrust. You moan as you squirt, Elvis soon following. You feel warmth spread through you and you sigh. Elvis slips out of you and lays you on the bed. He motions to the boys and they stand over you. They jerk their cocks and moan before releasing. They come all over you and you giggle. Cookie bends down and licks the cum off of your breasts and stomach. Soon, they all leave and you clean yourself up. You lay in bed with Elvis. "Did ya like that doll?" He asks you and you nod. "I loved it." He smiles and kisses you before you both cuddle for the rest of the day.

HOLY OMG FUCK ME. NOW BESTIE… 😩😩 All my favorite kinks.. fuck.