#had heard that this was recorded a while back

[chsvok]

NEWLYWEDS

pairing. bakugo x fem! reader

fluff, married life ig, i headcanon bakugo as a snorer, crack.

Being married to Katsuki Bakugo was no different than dating him, truly, only the title changed.

You’d still bicker over the silliest and smallest things.

Like right now, for example.

Katsuki was asleep next to you. His hands were wrapped snuggly around your waist as you watched your favorite movie before dozing off to sleep.

You tried to ignore it, you really did. But you couldn’t take it anymore.

You sighed and tapped Katsuki once, then twice. He groaned quietly, opening one of his fiery red eyes tiredly to look at you. “What, woman?” He spoke groggily.

“Can you stop snoring….?” You whispered. “The hell? I don’t snore.” He replied grumpily, this time, propping himself on his elbows to glare at you tiredly. “Yes, you do!” You shot back and sat up slightly. “I can’t even hear my damn movie, Katsuki.”

“Whatever, just turn it up.” He dismissed with a grunt, pulling you back into his arms and nuzzling into your chest.

“No, ‘cause then you’ll get mad at me for not letting you sleep.”

“Woman, you’re not letting me sleep either way!” He growled and gave your side a pinch. You gasped and swatted his hand away, deciding to turn the movie off and settling comfortably in his protective arms.

Minutes passed and the bedroom was silent, only the sounds of breathing could be heard. You were slowly drifting off to sleep when—

“Katsuki…” You poked him, whispering.

“What?” He groaned, his voice being muffled against your shirt.

“You’re snoring, I can’t sleep.” You poked him again.

He grumbled, pulling you closer to his body before replying, “For the last time, woman, I don’t snore.”

“Yes you do, that’s literally why I can’t sleep.” You said matter-of-factly to which he scoffed. “Yeah? Then prove it.” He spoke, his eyes still closed.

You groaned into the darkness. “What am I supposed to do, record you?”

“Sure, make it your damn ringtone while you’re at it. Maybe that’ll shut you up.” He smirked lazily, hugging you tighter.

You could only blink in response, the audacity this man had! However, you bit back a laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah? And you’re still awake, so whose fault is that?”

You shook your head, smiling and snuggling into him, wrapping your arms around him lazily again. “Whatever, just let me sleep.”

“G’night, dumbass.” He murmured, pressing a gentle, lazy kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep….and snoring again.

You sighed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Tonight was going to be a loooong night.

[pucksandpower]

Nothing to Prove

Charles Leclerc x Vettel!Reader

Summary: it’s a tale as old as time — every female sports fan has been told to “prove” her fandom at least once in her life — but the man quizzing you quickly learns the error of his ways

The Miami sun beats down relentlessly as you make your way through the bustling paddock, your destination the familiar red and white of the Ferrari motorhome. The air buzzes with pre-race excitement, mechanics and team personnel darting about like worker bees in a particularly colorful hive.

You’re so focused on navigating the crowd that you almost don’t notice the young man who steps directly into your path, phone held aloft. His grin is a touch too smug for comfort.

“Excuse me, miss,” he says, voice dripping with false politeness. “Mind if I ask you a few questions for my TikTok?”

You hesitate, torn between ingrained courtesy and a gnawing sense of unease. “I’m actually in a bit of a hurry-”

“It’ll only take a minute,” he insists, already hitting record. “So, tell me, what’s your favorite thing about Formula 1?”

The question seems innocent enough, but there’s something in his tone that sets your teeth on edge. Still, you decide to play along for now. “Well, I love the strategy, the technology, the way the whole sport pushes the boundaries of what’s possible-”

He cuts you off with a laugh. “Come on, be honest. It’s the hot drivers, right? That’s why most girls watch.”

You blink, momentarily stunned by his blatant misogyny. “Excuse me?”

“No judgment!” He says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I get it, they’re all rich and fit. But let’s see how much you really know. Who won the 1976 World Championship?”

You open your mouth to answer, but he barrels on.

“What’s the difference between understeer and oversteer? How many points do you get for fastest lap? Come on, if you’re a real fan, this should be easy!”

Your initial discomfort has morphed into full-blown anger. “Look, I don’t have to prove anything to you. My knowledge of the sport isn’t-”

“Ah, so you can’t answer,” he says, triumphant. “Just as I thought. Another pretty face here for the-”

“Is there a problem here?”

The smooth voice comes from just behind you, followed by the warmth of a familiar body pressing against your back. Strong arms wrap around your waist, and you instinctively lean into the embrace.

The TikToker’s eyes go wide as saucers as he takes in the newcomer. “You’re ... you’re ...”

“Charles Leclerc,” your boyfriend finishes for him, voice deceptively mild. “And you are ...”

The young man sputters, clearly thrown off his game. “I’m ... I mean... I was just asking your girl here some questions about F1.”

Charles’ arms tighten fractionally around you. “Is that so? Because from where I was standing, it sounded more like an interrogation.”

You turn your head slightly, meeting Charles’ gaze. His green eyes are blazing with a protective fury that makes your heart skip a beat.

“It’s fine,” you murmur. “He was just leaving.”

Charles raises an eyebrow at the TikToker, who’s looking increasingly desperate to be anywhere else. “You heard the lady.”

But the young man, perhaps realizing his video is about to become internet gold, rallies. “Wait! I mean, no offense, but how do we know she’s not just with you for the fame? Can she even name your teammate?”

You feel Charles tense behind you, but before he can speak, you’ve had enough. You step out of his embrace, squaring up to the TikToker.

“Carlos Sainz Jr.,” you say, voice hard. “Currently P4 in the championship. And since you’re so keen on quizzing people, James Hunt won in ‘76, understeer is when the front of the car doesn’t turn enough while oversteer is when the rear steps out too much, and you get one point for fastest lap if you finish in the top ten. Any other burning questions?”

The TikToker gapes at you, clearly unprepared for this turn of events. Charles, for his part, looks like he’s trying very hard not to laugh.

“I ... but ...” the young man stammers.

You press on, building up a head of steam. “Oh, and fun fact — my brother has four World Championships. But I’m sure you knew that, being such an expert and all.”

The TikToker’s face drains of color as realization dawns. “Your brother? You’re Sebastian Vettel’s sister?”

Charles can’t contain his amusement any longer. He laughs, the sound rich and warm. “I tried to warn you. You’ve awakened the beast.”

You shoot him a mock glare. “You’re not helping.”

He holds up his hands in surrender, still grinning. “Far be it from me to interfere with your righteous fury. Please, continue.”

The TikToker looks like he wants the ground to swallow him whole. “I ... I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize-”

“That women can be genuine fans?” You interrupt. “That we might actually understand and love the sport for its own sake? Or just that you shouldn’t make assumptions about people based on their gender?”

He winces. “All of the above?”

Charles steps forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. The touch is gentle, but there’s steel in his voice when he speaks. “I think it’s time for you to go. And delete that video while you’re at it.”

The young man nods frantically, fumbling with his phone. In his haste to retreat, he trips over his own feet, sprawling ungracefully on the ground. Charles moves to help him up, ever the gentleman, but you put a restraining hand on his arm.

“Let him sort himself out,” you mutter. “A little humiliation might do him some good.”

Charles chuckles, pulling you close. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

As the TikToker scrambles away, face burning with embarrassment, you allow yourself to relax into Charles’ embrace. The adrenaline of the confrontation leaves you feeling a bit shaky.

“You okay?” Charles asks softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You nod, letting out a long breath. “Yeah. Just ... frustrated. Why do people still think like that?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I wish I knew. It’s not fair, the assumptions people make.”

“It’s not just about me,” you say, turning to face him fully. “It’s about all the female fans out there who get treated like this. Who get quizzed and belittled and have their passion questioned at every turn.”

Charles nods, his expression serious. “You’re right. It’s a bigger problem than just one idiot with a TikTok account.”

“Sometimes I wonder if it will ever change,” you admit, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you.

Charles cups your face in his hands, his touch impossibly gentle. “It will,” he says with conviction. “Because of people like you who stand up and call it out. Who refuse to let ignorance go unchallenged.”

You lean into his touch, allowing yourself a small smile. “When did you get so wise?”

He grins, some of his usual playfulness returning. “I have my moments. Don’t tell anyone though, it’ll ruin my reputation.”

You laugh, the tension finally starting to dissipate. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Charles leans in, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m proud of you, you know,” he murmurs. “The way you handled that ... it was impressive.”

“Yeah?” You ask, a hint of vulnerability creeping into your voice.

“Absolutely,” he says firmly. “You were brilliant. Fierce. Passionate.” His voice drops lower, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Incredibly sexy.”

You swat his arm playfully. “Behave yourself, Leclerc. We’re in public.”

He affects an innocent expression that doesn’t fool you for a second. “I’m always on my best behavior.”

You snort. “That’s what worries me.”

Charles laughs, the sound bright and carefree. It never fails to make your heart soar. He takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. “Come on, let’s get to the motorhome. I think we both could use a moment of peace before the craziness really begins.”

As you walk hand in hand through the paddock, you can’t help but reflect on the incident. It leaves a sour taste in your mouth, but there’s also a spark of hope. Because for every misogynistic TikToker, there are countless fans — of all backgrounds — who love the sport for what it is. Who appreciate the skill, the strategy, the sheer spectacle of it all.

And maybe, just maybe, standing up to ignorance one interaction at a time is how change really happens.

Charles squeezes your hand, pulling you from your thoughts. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”

You smile, leaning into him slightly as you walk. “Just thinking about how lucky I am. To be here, doing what I love. To have people in my life who support me and believe in me.”

He brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “The luck goes both ways, mon cœur. You make me better, on and off the track.”

As you approach the Ferrari motorhome, its bright red a beacon in the sea of team colors, you feel a renewed sense of purpose. There will always be challenges, always be those who try to tear others down. But with love, determination, and a refusal to back down from what’s right, anything is possible.

Even changing the world of Formula 1, one small interaction at a time.

[metellastella]

They moved in silence for nearly half an hour. 

So many thoughts occurred to him within that span of time, and then abruptly the socially-attuned man hit upon a speculation about her own experience of the walk. 

“How many sentences,” the rhetorican asked, “would you estimate have occurred to you since we left the house?”

She had clearly heard him, but her gait had not altered one bit, nor gaze. 

It was fascinating how she could almost appear “still” even while walking. 

“Three.” 

His own steps faltered. “Wow. Just three?” 

He fell behind, barely moving.

“An interesting question . . .” 

She did not wait for him to jog to catch up. 

When he was alongside her again with his strides, he continued. “The maximum Words Per Minute record that has been set, attained through typing on a keyboard, is 216. I’ve gotten nearly to 200, when drafting up speeches. Or forum posts. But you know what’s so amazing? I think the mind can spit out words much faster than that. Sometimes when I’m in creative flow, I’m frustrated because even typing can’t keep up with my thoughts. By that calculation, I’ve probably burned through about 5000 words in my mind, just now. I have not hand-written anything since typing was invented. And when I’m in that state, talking is even slower and more frustrating. It’s like the difference between a horse being able to run full tilt down a gently sloped hill, and their rider pulling back on the reins to keep them at a pace. I feel I can never quite take the bridle off.” 

“An interesting coincidence.” 

“Coincidence?” he questioned. 

“One of the traditions that utilizes meditation likens the mind to a horse that disobeys its rider. A horse must be broken in, if you are to avoid it bucking you off.” As she spoke, he observed the words came slowly, fluidly, almost lullingly, and she made no gestures. The ‘stillness’ of her gait prevailed. “Your comparison there is value neutral, but when in a negative mind state, that sort of ‘rapid’fire is overwhelming. For the non-metaphorical horses, there are gentler methods, and more domineering ones. Both the Id and the Ego can wrest control from you, if you are anxious or angry. But the Id is more akin to a bucking bronco, a bull, that will actively charge you or others if it manages to dislodge you from position. The Ego is, in a way, closer to the horse, perhaps will not hurt others so badly, but might kick if it’s directly provoked. Repression is like using spurs. Meditation is like gaining a horse’s trust.”

[puckinghischier]

Going off the exes to lovers w/ Quinn…

You guys are still in the same friend group so sometimes you still have to see each other during gatherings or in passing and it’s just little things that Quinn does or says that makes you realize you never fell out of love with him. Like he knew you were coming out on the boat for the day with them so he stocked up on your fav snacks to put on the boat. Or maybe he heard you were sick from his brothers so he insta carts stuff to your house. Just things that makes it blatantly obvious that he still cares.

oh he’s using every opportunity. you drank too much and need a ride home from the bar? he stopped drinking the second you ordered your third drink.

you mention in a gc you’ve been craving a certain type of food? it shows up at your door in an hour.

your friend mentions that you’ve been feeling homesick lately? your parents, somehow, mysteriously, found the money in their budget for a couple of place tickets to see you.

he would be so subtle, so nonchalant with it you don’t even notice until you look back. it’s like he never left. he’s always just…there. waiting.

it’s not like the two of you had some big, blow out break up. it was more so like you still loved him, but you needed to love yourself more. so you’re still friendly. you still speak when in groups together and you still frequent games.

but it’s like his presence in your life never really faltered, even though the absence is what you said you needed.

so one day, when you pretended to order drinks, you noticed the way his glass stayed empty as long as yours stayed full. you mentioned in a gc without him you were craving italian food, and for once, it never showed up.

you kept noticing all the things he was still doing for you, and against your will, your resolve cracked. you knew he loved you, and you still loved him, but you figured he’d quit paying attention after awhile.

but he never did.

and when you confronted him about it? well…he didn’t even deny any of it. he admitted to it like he was saying the sky was blue, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“well, why would i stop? you need someone to look after you, and i don’t trust anyone else to do it, so why stop doing what i love for who i love?”

his words were like a punch to your gut, because why, why couldn’t he have just said those things when you two were together?

“quinn, it’s not that simple. you just weren’t…there.”

that? saying he was never there? that made him angry. because while he may not have been physically there, he was always there.

“that’s bullshit. that’s bullshit and you know it. yeah, i might not have been able to be with you all the time, but don’t ever fucking tell me i wasn’t there, y/n, because i’ve always only ever been there.”

he points to your chest as he says it. his outburst surprises you, but it makes you think.

yeah, maybe he was gone all the time, but somehow your car always stayed cleaned and serviced, without you even realizing. maybe he was in a different country most of the time, but there was never a lack of fresh flowers in your apartment. maybe he wasn’t able to be on his phone all the time, but your voicemail was never empty, sweet recordings littering the inbox.

so yeah, maybe he wasn’t always there, but he was never really absent, was he?

as you stand there looking at a red faced and angry, but mostly hurt, quinn, you think…maybe he’s always meant to be there, clouding your thoughts and filling the ache in your chest you forced him to leave.

[yuyusshinelight]

Dad thoughts feat ATEEZ: First Word

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️

♪ This post is about how I think they would be as parents; just that, some thoughts. This does NOT represent any of Ateez's members in any way.

♪ English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistake.

Vocabulary just in case someone doesn't know:

Y/S/N — your son's name

Y/D/N — your daughter's name

Jagi — sweetheart, darling, etc...

Note: Hi my shining stars! First of all, happy new year! How has been your beginning of the year? I hope you all are fine🩷✨. Mine has been so-so, I'm sick but I'm getting better now. So, taking advantage of being better today, I'm here to bring you a new scenario for our boys being dads cause I know how much you like those parenting headcanons. I hope not, but if there are any errors or something that is poorly structured, please let me know. I hope you like it and enjoy your reading. Love you all, my shining stars!!!

SEONGHWA

✰ Obviously his little star's first word was 'Daddy'. Seonghwa had spent all her short life repeating it every time he could for her to learn it before any other thing. The poor idol came back home after a hard day at work, wanting more than ever in his married life to lie on the couch with you on one side and your little star resting in his chest. What a beautiful surprise his baby gave him when she appeared crawling towards him to welcome him while mumbling what Seonghwa could perfectly understand as "Daddy". According to what you told him, your little girl had spent the whole afternoon calling him, which made Seonghwa die of love for your daughter but at the same time sad that he had missed her very first word. Good thing you had recorded it.

HONGJOONG

✰ His son's first word was so comical but so inappropriate for a kid of his age. It happened one night in which Hongjoong was in charge of bathing your kid. The so excited baby was splashing all over the place, laughing at how awesome those waves of foam were and making his father laugh too for how cute the scene was. Everything was fun and laughs from both father and son until some foam reached one of Hongjoong's eyes. The male was not aware of that swear word he let out unconsciously until he heard his baby say "Fuck". Good luck you didn't hear it because Hongjoong was more than sure that you would have been angry with him for that.

YUNHO

✰ The first word of Yunho's first son was 'Spiderman', followed almost immediately by 'Daddy'. It was one of Yunho's free days so he obviously decided to spend it entirely with his family. He played with your baby in your bed for an hour, you all went for a walk in the park, he did household chores while you spent time playing with your kid and his didactic toys... Yunho even ended up taking a nap with your baby. And now, while you were giving your kid his bath, Yunho was playing a bit with his PlayStation. A little moment for himself that ended up being shared with your son while you went to prepare dinner because Yunho liked to have his baby near even if he was playing. And then, it happened. The moment Yunho accommodated your son in his lap, the baby pointed at the TV saying "Spidman". That made Yunho look at him with wide eyes, calling you to come quickly as soon as your son said again "Daddy, Spidman".

✰ And, even though he spent months teaching his daughter how to say 'Daddy' because he wanted to be her first word, Yunho was more than excited with the fact that his daughter's first word was 'Brother'. It was one of the cutest things Yuhno had ever heard in his life. His baby called her brother right after she heard the front door. She hadn't even seen him but she already knew that her big brother was the one coming home. He even cried when his daughter hugged his son to welcome him with the widest smile and cutest giggle he had ever seen from her.

YEOSANG

✰ His daughter's first word was 'Chicken'. Surprising to both parents, who couldn't stop laughing for how cute sounded the word in your daughter's voice, but being strangely expected after hearing Yeosang repeat several times to your daughter, "We are eating fried chicken today. Mommy is making delicious fried chicken". It was a special date for Yeosang and you and you wanted to gift him with a meal you knew he would love: Korean fried chicken. What neither of you expected was that your special day would be even more special because it would be the day in which your daughter would say her very first word. It discouraged you both a little bit because you wanted his first word to be something like 'Daddy' or 'Mommy' but you're not complaining either, it was very funny.

SAN

✰ Every time he remembers, the idol can't hold back the tears. He has the moment tattooed in his memory to relive it exactly as it happened whenever he wants. But how not to do it if his first daughter's first words were 'Love you'? San was playing with his daughter to tickle her on your bed when you appeared and gave each one of them a quick kiss. Just after you said 'I love you' your baby repeated you, making both San and you look at each other and almost cry of happiness before kissing your daughter a thousand times more.

✰ With his second daughter was equal as cute as with his first one but so funny too. As every night since your daughter got her own big-girl room, San was with your eldest daughter, telling her a bed story and giving her all the kisses and hugs she asked for before finally tuck her tightly so that his little kitten would not get cold while you were rocking the baby to put her to sleep. Just when he was sure his daughter was sleeping, San turned the little purple bed-side light on and exited his daughter's room, going to his second child's room now to give her a goodnight kiss. What a funny surprise she gave him when as soon as he peeked through the door, the baby blurted out that sleepy 'Sannie'.

✰ And, as it could not be otherwise, his third son's first words were so cute too. Yes, in plural. His eldest daughter was playing peekaboo with her young brother while the second child was sleeping on the couch in your arms. Both San and you were looking at the cute scene with wide smiles when your son threw his head back to look at his father. San, who was smiling even wider, said "What happens, baby? What does big sister do?" Then your son laughed with his hand on his mouth but, even with his tiny fist playing with his lower lip, you two heard that clearly 'Big sister' from the baby.

MINGI

✰ The Song twins had the same first word. Indeed, they said it almost at the same time, first his daughter and then his son. Mingi will always remember that day. He had come back home later from the studio last night so when he arrived home your kids were already sleeping. He couldn't hug and kiss his babies as he wanted because he didn't want to wake them up, obviously, so, after a soft kiss in their tiny heads, the sad dad went to sleep. The beautiful moment happened the next morning, when he woke up and went to pick up his children to give them their breakfast. His daughter let out that tiny 'Daddy' that his son repeated seconds before, not giving Mingi even a second to process what was happening before they started to repeat it more and more times.

WOOYOUNG

✰ His first son's said 'Jagi' as first word. Always hearing his parents say it to each other, it was more than obvious that the baby would learn it sooner or later. The story is that Wooyoung was doing his best to entertain your kid while you were taking a bath. Your baby was at that stage in which every child developed that strong need to be with their mother or father and your son only wanted to be with you. Fortunately, your son didn't burst into tears like many other times, so you could take a quiet but short shower because you didn't want to push your luck farther. If you had known... The moment your son saw you he went from laughing with his father to crying because he wanted to be with mommy. You couldn't do anything else than to go to hold him in your arms obviously "Come with mommy" and as soon as you took your kid in your arms he called you 'Jagi', leaving both Wooyoung and you speechless.

✰ His second one's first word was 'Mommy'. You were preparing breakfast while Wooyoung was playing with your still sleepy children in your bed. It's not like he didn't want to help you, it was more like his little babies had him captive between the comfortable and warm sheets of your bed, giving him a lot of good morning kisses to which Wooyoung could do nothing but give them their corresponding kisses. But then your eldest son tried to get out of the bed on his own, that was the perfect signal to get up so, holding his second child in one arm and giving the first one his free hand, Wooyoung went to the kitchen with both kids. That was when your youngest son called you, making you turn to look at them with wide eyes and a big bright smile on your face.

JONGHO

✰ The first word of Jongho's little bear was 'Mommy'. He was alone at home with your child, a boy's day as Jongho told you. And by the moment their boy's day had been fairly uneventful. The child had eaten well, he took a nap without problems, they had been playing a lot... Until now. It was your son's bath time but the child did not want to take a bath. Or rather, he didn't want daddy to bathe him. According to your theories, it was because you played with him while bathing him and Jongho bathed and got him out quickly. In other words, you were calling him boring. Good thing he had already caught his son after running after him all over the living room. What a surprise Jongho got the moment he heard that little "Mommy" from his son as he was taking him to bathe "Your mother will not like having missed your first word, buddy".

[wizard-on-whales]

Feminine and Sweet

NSFW 17+

Warnings: Innocent reader, James being a freaky little pervert, both are 19, masturbation , wrote this in like 10 minutes and didn't double check grammar

Word count - 1.5K

Pt.2 here

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It started out as a small, innocent crush. He'd see her at the book store she worked at. She would either be behind the counter or placing new inventory on the shelves. He thought the way her hair fell over her shoulder or her long skirt flowed with each step was intoxicating. When he heard her speak for the first time it was like the sweetest honey, he couldn't get enough of it. Soon after he would notice her around the small town they lived in. She'd be buying groceries, scanning through crates of records, looking for a new skirt at the department store. Eventually he gained the courage to speak to her, get closer to her. She was the sweetest girl he had ever met. Kind eyes, nice smile, innocent…Her family were the strict religious kind, similar to his, so he related to her on that level. Only difference is, despite being the same age, she clearly never learned the stuff he did. Offering her a drink was out of the question obviously, but when he made a sex joke and she gave him a puzzled look, all his control was thrown out the window.

Suddenly he wanted her more than ever, he wanted to make her his and no one else's. Just the thought of another man speaking to her filled him with rage. So he did what any clearly sane man would do and asked her out. She was hesitant at first due to her strict parents but she said yes, as long as they didn't find out for now. And he vowed they wouldn't.

Eventually it led to climbing the tree next to her bedroom window to get to the second floor, climbing in at late hours of the night just to speak to her. Nothing happened for a while, until one night she gained the courage to kiss him. It was inexperienced, and a little awkward but he thought it was the greatest feeling in the world.

“I have church in the morning, you'll have to leave before my mom comes to wake me” This was her reply when he asked to stay for the night. When he climbed into her pink frilly bed filled with stuffed animals he felt a little silly, but having her curled up against him washed it all away. Her head was on his chest, the scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils…and the sight of her in that nightgown made his pants feel a little tight.

And as promised, when the sun was starting to rise he carefully peeled himself away from her and climbed out of the window into the tree. He stayed for a few moments, listening as her mom came to wake her as she had told him. He decided to innocently watch her for a few moments, a smile on his face as she sits up to rub her eyes and stretch.

She got up from her bed, padding over to her closet where he assumed she was pulling out clothes for church. What he didn't expect however, was for her to peel her nightgown off, tossing it aside. His eyes went wide as he saw the full view of her bare back. Her hands went to the hem of her underwear, pulling them down and kicking them off to the side. He almost fell out of the tree at the sight. He felt a little weird for watching her but his horny teenage mind wouldn't let him look away. The way she so delicately slipped a fresh pair of panties on and clipped a bra on had his head spinning. The sight of her pulling her dress up, zipping it up as it seemed to cling to her with just the right amount of modesty, but in his mind all he could see was her naked form underneath.

James was practically drooling as he watched her do her hair and make up, clearly completely oblivious to the fact that he was watching her through the window. She'd be mortified if she found out but that was the last thing he was thinking of. She grabbed a small purse and slipped on a pair of flats before leaving her room. He could hear her family leave the house, watching from the tree as the car drove off.

He couldn't help himself, he had to be in her room. He pushed the window back open and climbed through, the smell of her perfume hitting him once more. Right on the floor where she had left them were her panties. He felt like a rabid dog as he picked them up and held them to his nose, taking in the sweet and feminine smell of her. All of his dignity was lost as he shoved them into his pocket to save for later.

He stepped towards her bed, laying down on it as he had done the night before, only without her in his arms this time. He grabbed her pillow, holding it to his chest and inhaling once more. His jeans felt tighter as he thought about her…how she looked through the window. He didn't think his shame and self humiliation could get any worse after what he had just done but he quickly found out it could. He sat up on her bed palming himself through his jeans for a moment before taking them off, he dropped his boxers to the floor before getting back into her bed and straddling her pillow.

The feeling of the soft, plush material dragging against his hard cock caused him to gasp. He rolled his hips, just barely grinding against it, sending a shiver down his spine. In his mind it wasn't her pillow, it was her. She was under him, making soft noises, begging, moaning his name, her nails scratching his back. He lowered himself further down as he grinds harder, groaning and gripping her sheets.

His hips move faster and harder, the headboard lightly hitting the wall with each motion. Her name slips off of his lips as he grips the pillow tighter, keeping it in place between his legs. For a moment he almost forgot where he was. He knew this wasn't right, that he shouldn't be doing this, but the images of her in that sweet dress, the bow in her hair made him feel even hotter. He pushed his shirt up, feeling himself up before he gripped the edge of the bed tightly, grounding himself. He could feel the coil on his stomach tightening already, his moans becoming louder as he inched closer and closer. The headboard banged louder against the wall, creating a beat with the frantic rhythm he had found.

He groaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut, and arching his back lightly as he came hard against the pillow. His body shook from the intensity of it, think strands squirting out and making a mess of her sheets. He swore that it was the most intense orgasm he had ever had. Once his senses came back he sat up lightly, seeing the mess he had made and the dents in the wall from the headboard. His breath was labored as he quickly pushed himself up and off of the pillow, his body still shaking lightly. He stared at the pillow as he sat next to it, taking in the sight of it, taking in what he’d just done to it, what he’d just done on it, and he let out a soft, shaky chuckle as a smile came onto his face, feeling almost proud of himself. But shame quickly over took him as his high wore off. He had to figure out a way to clean this up before her family got home from church.

He slid his jeans back on before stepping out of her room to look for the bathroom. He grabbed a few wash clothes, wetting them before going back to her room and cleaning up her sheets the best he could, feeling slightly mortified by what he had done. He quickly cleans up before placing everything back where it was and stepping towards her window, slipping out of it and heading home.

He stepped into his own bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed. Despite his shame, he smiled lightly to himself at the thought of what he had done, at the thought of her. The thought of her sleeping in those same sheets he had just made a mess of. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pair of panties he had stolen, placing them to his nose again. He knew those things would be put through hell tonight.

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This was a little rushed but I had the idea and had to get it out before I forgot or didn't have motivation :3

[precure1ove]

Hello! Your writing is CRUNCHY in the best possible way. Could I request I request a short story with Idia and an introverted idol reader? Hope you have a nice day!

boyfriend's favourite dj

summary : after finishing with a recording, you call you're number one fan for his reaction.

characters : idia shroud

warnings : introverted reader?, reader is an idol, established relationship, idia is your number 1 fan, fluff

a/n : this request really got my brain thinking and i had so much fun writing it!! i haven't wrote idia much so thank you for requesting<33

“Alright, that's a wrap, well done everyone!”

The director’s voice booms throughout the studio, and you feel your muscles finally relax and legs slump forward to a nearby chair, graciously taking a water bottle that was offered to you. 

At last you were finished with recording the final part of a music video for a new song that you wrote for an upcoming anime. 

Chugging the cold liquid, you pause to exchange thanks and praises with the staff members, declining any invitations to go out and eat afterwards but nobody took offense to that, they already knew your answer anyway. 

Despite being well known in the idol community for being energetic and sociable that persona couldn't be further from the truth. 

In reality, you’re an introverted mess who would rather stay locked away in your room and play games all day. Unfortunately you’re an idol but it pays well at least and you had some fun.

Unlocking the door leading to your changing room to get into more comfortable and less ‘hey i’m a famous idol’ clothes, you check your phone to reveal a bunch of notifications from Blue Nerd.

Scrolling through them as you get changed out of the tight fitting costume, you laugh at his freak out at the announcement of the music video, the word ‘traitor’ being said multiple times.

Leaving the building after nodding to the receptionist and saying a few goodbyes, you press the call button, lifting your phone up to your ear as you pull up the hood paired with a mask.

“I’m going to the ramen place near my work, do you want your usual?”

You continue on your usual route back home, listening to the faded background noise of the song you just recorded playing and quiet noises of a finger tapping to the beat.

“Idia..? Come on, you better not be serious about ignoring me.”

A moment of silence passes as you anxiously pace down the streets, underestimating the lengths your boyfriend would go to.

Until a familiar grumble was heard closer to the speaker now, and a familiar voice speaks from it.

“Traitor. Is this why you weren't able to do our daily farming sessions..”

You sigh, energy returning whenever you speak to him.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, and you always take care of my account whenever I'm busy with being a super cute idol”

His laugh cuts through the speaker at the high pitch tone you usually use for talking with fans and live videos.

 Another silence passes between you but it wasn't the uncomfortable one you got when he had intentionally ignored you.

“So what did you think of the song?”

You ask, curious for his reaction since this song was one that you worked the most on during the past few months.

“It’s a bit different from what you're usually known for but I liked it. The beat was smoothing and while the lyrics were cheesy it was..nice.”

A wave of relief passes through you and a breath you didn't know you were holding escaped.

 He liked the song, it was good. Great actually.

“A-anyways you were on about ramen, does that mean you're coming over?”

Entering the shop, you pass a nod to the owner who was already getting started on both of your usual orders, being a regular has its perks.

“I haven’t seen you in forever and I know you're dying to ramble about my song”-and to not make this more love cheesy-”nerd.”

Idia groans again embarrassed, you could imagine his face blooming a pretty shade of pink to match his hair. 

“Will you stay on call with me, just until I get home?”

A loud gasp shot through the speaker then silence again until you hear a familiar game loading in the background. 

A new update came out for it and you haven't had the time to check it out so Idia will probably commentate it for you as he plays through it.

“Sure, sure, sure… just until you get h-home.”

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[unknownperson246]

a/n: can you write modern izzy x reader where the reader is a guitarist and she's playing a small venue with her band and izzy is there with a friend, her playing reminds him of the good old days (the 80s) and he decides to hang around after the show and talk to her.. he's super interested because she's young and she got the 80s sounding just right

Hiii babes so so sorry it’s late but I hope you love itttt ❤️❤️

Modern Izzy Stradlin: The Glances:

Words: 645

Warnings: *slight smut*

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You were playing to a small crowd. The audience was just about fifty people and you could see everyone and everything so clearly. While you were playing you found this handsome tall man with a chiseled face and brown hair covered by a hat staring at you. 

“No, he can’t be staring at me. To be fair everyone in the crowd is staring at us.” You said to yourself. 

You started blushing because you were attracted to this mysterious man. He looked like he was fascinated by you playing guitar. His eyes just had a mesmerizing glance towards you. You had to admit it was just a tad bit creepy but he looked like he was stuck in his thoughts.

Maybe he was remembering old times. He was there next to a man. You recognized that man's friend. He had fiery red hair and clear pale skin. His hair was set in cornrows. You were plucking on your guitar and you were playing away. It was your music and it was inspired by the 80s glam era. 

After the show, your whole band was exhausted. Their eyeliner smudged and was droopy from the sweat that made their skin glisten. You all looked like you were crying on stage when the cameras recorded your rosy face. The man in the suit unexpectedly came over with his friend. They were probably just admirers you thought to yourself.

“Hi,” the tall man said.

“Hi,” you gave him a small nod and a small smile. You were a bit skeptical. 

The tall man looked even more handsome when he was closer to the eye.

“My name is Izzy.” That’s all he said. 

His friend who had fiery red hair also introduced himself.

“I’m Axl,” he said with a grin.

“Holy shit you're from Guns N’ Roses” one of your band mates blurted. 

Izzy and Axl seemed surprised that they got noticed at a small venue you were playing at. Izzy and Axl signed your bandmate some autographs. While Axl decided to talk to all of your band mates you and Izzy were sitting on the couch as the introverted quiet people you were. 

“So uh” Izzy started to speak. 

You looked over at him and locked your eyes with his hazel eyes. 

“I saw how you were playing your guitar up there. Every band I’ve heard hasn’t gotten the 80s sound right. You on the other hand are amazing. You have a true 80s sound to you.” Izzy looked over to your face. You could tell he was shy.

You started to blush. 

“Well thank you I appreciate the compliment.” You started to look down because you were getting nervous.  

“All the young people I’ve seen can’t get it right. You know how to play” Izzy complimented your sound again. 

He looked like he was into you. He didn’t seem talkative around his friend Axl. You got on his lap straddling him. 

“I’ve been waiting for someone like you.” You lightly nipped at his ear.

Izzy held onto your hips. You were careful about everyone paying attention to something else. You were shy about having sex in public and this was your first time attempting it with a rockstar who has seen unimaginable things. As soon as Axl finished talking to your band mates he came over to Izzy. You got off of his lap. You were panicked and scared so you got back on your spot on the couch and pretended you and Izzy were still talking. 

“Did I miss something?” Axl said, smirking. 

“You missed nothing.” You said quietly pretending to play with your hair. 

As soon as everyone looked away Izzy whispered sweet words into your ear.

“Maybe next time sweetheart.” He winked at you and got up to get his guitar.

He went to the rest of the group so he could jam with everyone.

[cakeinpants]

***

"...I'm supposed to do what?" Pat stuttered in confusion, hoping he didn't hear what he just heard right.

"Relax, you're not dancing in front of a stage. It's for a limited access recording. This won't get out to the general public, you can be sure of that. It'll only be available to a very small circle of people..." Jabodo replied, convinced that that would reassure the dancer.

"But- w-why??"

"You see, Oddett. The Palace's ratings are not in a good place after the incident. We need to bring them back to the top. And you can help with that.."

"You want me to dance- naked?"

"Exactly. Keep the pointe shoes on though.."

"How's that going to help our reputation??"

Starting to sound annoyed by the dancer's cluelessness, the Chronicler explained:

"Do you know how many rich perv- devotees of yours are ready to pay some good moolah for a.. exclusive look at you? We need the rich guys' support, and trust me this will help get their attention."

"This- but this isn't part of my job... this is against everything Mr. Malgaine taught me!.." The Mudokon protested, his eyes widened in shock.

"Well, he's not here, is he? Let me clear things up for you..

Mr. Malgaine had some.. unrealistic principles. Of some "sublime beauty detached from sexuality or gender". But people are simple creatures, and behind all the grandiosity and sophistication are simple desires. You'd be naive to think all of your admirers come here to see the "White Bird" or the "Butterfly" or the "Wind Whisper"... But not a beautiful body that they wish they could make theirs. And you see, rich people are used to getting what they want.."

That kind of talk gave Pat a deep feeling of uneasiness.

"Most Palace's dancers do things to earn a place in the industry. And they would do anything to have the privileges that you have. It's been enough of that Vykker guarding you like a treasure. I'm not letting that perfect body of yours go to waist.."

Pat's stomach twisted as he listened to Jabodo's little lecture.

"What do you mean "go to waist"?... Master would never allow this.." the mudokon repeated. Only now, when Malgaine wasn't here anymore, the dancer was starting to realize all the things he's been protected from before.

Jabodo lost patience.

"Enough! I am your Master now. And you'll do what I tell you.

If it's not clear to you yet, Malgaine isn't coming back. And if you value your weekly visits to the old man, you better be on your best behaviour. I won't tolerate disobedience. Go get ready now."

Pat subconsciously wrapped his arms around himself, as the thought of having to feel exposed and vulnerable again took over his mind, resurfacing the shame and guilt from the latest events he's been trying to supress. Undress and dance for a camera? Desecrate his art for some nasty old glukk's entertainment? There was no way he could do it. He physically couldn't.

"I- I don't want to do it..."

"You're going to do it."

....

"No."

"What did you just say?.."

"I won't do it. Never."

Next thing Pat heard was a slap. Then he realized his face was hurting.

The dancer stood frozen for a bit, feeling a fresh scratch on his cheek. Then said blankly:

"Mr. Jabodo, that will leave a mark.. Madame Delvona won't appreciate you damaging the "showpiece"..."

The thought of making Delvona unhappy seemed to worry Jabodo for a split second.

"...You're going to regret this." Infuriated that a Mudokon dared disobey and talk back to him, the Chronicler hissed and walked out of the studio, leaving Pat to just stand in the middle of the room.

The mudokon stayed still for a while, as realization of what just happened slowly came to him. He just said "no" to a superior. He disobeyed an order and got hit in the face. For a Mudokon, known for his devotion and obedience, that situation was hard to even comprehend.

He put his hands up to his face.

"Oh Odd... now what..."

[mgghoney]

pairing// matthew gray gubler and reader || wc// 801

summary// what happened to kissing the homies happy new year?

"I heard you kissed a fan for the new years kiss."

You look up at your phone when Matt doesn't respond, and you slide open your drawer when you notice he's thinking.

"I did. On the forehead."

You rummage through your desk, blinking quietly when you realize you can't find what you're looking for.

"I saw photos... of her, I mean. Not of the kiss." You hum. "Every now and then the fan in me kicks at my rationality."

"Did you want one?"

"Don't go asking me that." You slide your hand to the parts you can't see, frowning when it isn't there either. "I don't know how you manage to be simultaneously the sweetest celebrity I know yet lack so many typical boundaries."

"I don't think it's a lack."

"I know it isn't. The universe returns the kindness you show others tenfold." You finally look up at the call, and Matt's got a brow raised as you huff at what he's holding. "I left it with you?"

"On accident. I've been making full use of the camera." He hums. "I'll return it to you with a new roll of film as long as you develop it for me."

"Of course." You nod. "That makes a lot more sense, actually."

"Oh, and another thing. Don't go—"

"sending them to other people. I know."

"No, I was gonna say you can post most of them except one."

"Will you tell me which one?"

"You'll know."

"I'm bracing myself for unsolicited dick pics right now." You roll your eyes, finding another camera as you dig through your tote. "H...uh? Oh, you swapped cameras with me!? I didn't even notice."

"I bought it back when it was newly on sale. Mine's all beat up."

"That means it's well loved." You hum, fingers smoothing over the yellow of the camera, raising a brow at the screen as Matt locks eyes with you.

"I'm excited to see what you do with it."

You laugh, tugging the drawer back open as you toss out a handful of folders, tweezers in hand as you raise a brow at him. "Yeah?"

"Expect a bit of love on yours too."

"Like biting or photos wise?" You pause to stare at the camera. "A 2016 model is kind of rare."

"I found it in Japan while out."

"Ah." You hum. "I should make you get me one next time you're there."

"You won't come with me?"

"Studying abroad is gonna cost me an arm and a leg. I'm already barely grazing by with my aid right now. Well, if you even count that as aid. My fault for picking New York." You huff, finger smoothing down the color on the dents.

"I suppose." Matt taps at the screen to get your attention, and you look up from the sheets strewn around you. "When do you fly back?"

"Why? You won't even meet up with me at the airport since we're in different cities."

"So I know when to send you stuff."

"Don't you have more recording in LA?"

"Mm, you never know where the wind brings you."

"I hope the wind blows me to early retirement." You mumble. "Doing what I love for a living would be nice too. Maybe I should mail Anderson some fanmail and beg for an internship."

"You want a call?"

"It'd be unfair to do that." You tap your desk, glancing at the tweezers. "Well, not unfair. I'll see where the wind takes me too."

"Is it sunny?"

"Here? Always." You pull the shades and let the sun spill in, humming quietly to yourself as you laugh. "Is it sunny there?"

"You know it is." He picks up his phone to walk you over to the back door, stepping out to stand in the sun.

"I bet the film will turn out super nice." You hum. "Stay still. I want a photo."

"Still thinking about starting that fanpage for me?"

"You want me to? The twitter fanpages but for you? A "what's MGG up to today?" account?" You look at the photos on your phone, and you hum. "You already have an update account. I don't need to use our friendship to tell others."

"I respect their dedication." His lip quirks upwards, and you laugh.

"I do too."

"So? I'm sure you're not just calling to talk to me about my new years kiss."

"Oh, yeah. I had a couple of questions for the story."

"I'm more than willing to answer them. I respect the dedication."

"What are we all if not dedicated to the bit?"

"Is this where the wind is taking you?"

"Yeah." You turn on the camera to snap a photo of him, humming quietly as you beam at him. "What am I if not living to entertain?"

"Living to enjoy, perhaps."

"Always."

[fkinkindagauche]

The Dog Ate Your Letter

This one is my final fill for my Twelve Days of Christmas Mini-Event card for @steddiebingo, for the prompt "letters".

Rating: Explicit | WC: 5,308 | Tags: Period-Typical Homophobia, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, AU - No Upside Down, AU - Different First Meeting, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Dry Humping, Hand Jobs, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Getting Together | CW: discrimination based on sexual orientation, including being fired and disowned; forced coming out mentioned in the past

Full fic on AO3 // Divider by @/saradika-graphics

Eddie hadn't meant to open one of his hot neighbor's letters. He really hadn't. He'd just assumed that all the letters he'd grabbed from his mail slot had been for him. A pretty reasonable assumption, really.

He tore into several bills with increasingly angry overdue notices on them, then ripped open the letter. It was typed on letterhead for a law firm, Harrington, Hagan, and Sons. His stomach fell. What was he in trouble for now? He thought he'd been pretty well-behaved lately.

He scanned the letter quickly, confusion replacing his apprehension. Phrases popped out at him - "homosexual", "terminated", "no son of ours", "disinherited". He was being fired and disinherited for his homosexual tendencies? But his boss at the record store already knew he was gay, and he sure as shit wasn't getting an inheritance from Al.

Eddie dropped the letter as realization dawned. It wasn't for him. Shit. He scrambled to pick up the envelope, flipping it over. "Steven Harrington, Apt 43B". Shit shit shit.

Steve. The hot guy next door. Who Eddie now knew was gay, and in the process of being fired and disinherited.

Eddie could be normal about this. He totally could. He could put the letter back in the envelope, somehow make it look like it hadn't been torn open, then act exactly the same as he always did around Steve (like an awkward mess with a crush).

Fuck, there was no way he could be normal about this.

He tried to go through the first step at least. Unfortunately, he'd really mangled the envelope. He loved the feeling of ripping an envelope open, had never understood people who were all dainty about it with letter-openers and shit.

He grabbed some tape and started attempting to put the envelope back together. It looked like a bit of a Frankenstein's Monster of envelopes when he was finished. Not particularly convincing.

Maybe he could write some sort of note on it, pretend it was from the mailman, saying he'd been attacked by a dog while doing his mail rounds and the dog had torn into Steve's letter. Yeah, that could work.

Eddie hastily scrawled a note in the corner of the envelope in what he envisioned to be mailman handwriting. "Was attacked by dog. Sorry about your letter. - Mailman"

Eddie nodded to himself, satisfied with his subterfuge. He'd just shove this in Steve's mail slot and pretend he had no idea Steve was one of the gays.

He glanced up at the clock. It was only 2pm, and it was Thursday. Steve never got home from work until 6pm at the earliest. Not that Eddie had been keeping track of Steve's schedule or anything.

Eddie walked back down to the foyer of the apartment building, stepping into the little mail room. The letter got stuck while he was shoving it into Steve's slot. He pulled it back out, flattened it, and tried again. He heard the door open behind him, and turned to see Steve fucking Harrington. Shit.

In retrospect, given that the letter was a termination notice, Eddie should maybe have expected that Steve wouldn't be keeping to his normal work hours. But this was just… a brutally unfair coincidence.

"Munson?" Steve asked, confused. "Why are you putting something in my mail?"

Eddie froze, eyes darting from side to side. Maybe he should just shove the letter in his mouth and eat it. He raised it to his mouth, moving on autopilot.

"What the hell happened to that letter?" Steve grabbed the mess of an envelope out of Eddie's hand before it could reach his mouth. He frowned at the envelope, looking at the return address and the hastily written "mailman's" note.

"A dog ate the letter?" Steve asked, eyebrows raised.

"Shit, man, I'm sorry," Eddie said, finally regaining the power of speech. "It was in my mailbox and I didn't even look at the envelope before I tore it open. But I didn't see shit, I swear!"

Steve's eyes narrowed. "Sure seems like you saw something. Why else would you be so squirrely?"

"It's just my natural state of being," Eddie protested weakly.

"Uh huh." Steve didn't look convinced. "Judging by the return address I can guess at the contents of the letter." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "I'd appreciate if you'd keep all of that between us."

"Oh, absolutely," Eddie immediately blurted. "I mean, not that I saw anything. But if I did, I wouldn't tell a soul."

"Alright." Steve looked very uncomfortable. Eddie wished he could make Steve feel more at ease by telling him that Eddie was himself gayer than Boy George, but that would be admitting he'd read the letter. "Well, see you around."

He exited the mailroom with his mauled letter in hand.

Eddie really did try to be normal about it after that. Well, sort of. He knew he wouldn't be able to be normal, so he just… avoided Steve. It was much harder now, with Steve not working.

Eddie got very good at listening for signs of life in the apartment next door. He was helped by the outrageously thin walls in the complex. Also by Steve's tendency to leave the TV on any time he was home.

Eddie couldn't help when he had to go to work, unfortunately, which resulted in a few close calls necessitating him using the stairwell at the opposite end of their hallway to avoid crossing paths with Steve.

Eddie only ever checked his mail now if he was absolutely sure Steve was firmly ensconced in his apartment. He would be able to hear someone coming down the stairs from inside the building and sneak out of the mailroom in time to avoid them, but he wouldn't have time if someone came in from outside. His plan worked for a few weeks, until it failed miserably.

One afternoon, he confirmed Steve's presence next door by the hum of Steve's TV in the background. Eddie left his apartment silently and crept downstairs. Just as he was pulling the mail from his box, the front door opened and Steve walked into the building.

Eddie dropped all the envelopes he was holding. They scattered everywhere, precluding a hasty exit. He also yelped, "But you were in your apartment!" before he could stop himself.

Steve looked very confused. He also looked like shit. Deep circles under his eyes, face more gaunt than it had been just a few weeks before. He'd always looked so vibrant and energetic. The change was jarring.

"How would you know if I was in my apartment?" Steve asked.

Eddie blushed. "The TV. I could hear the TV."

"Oh. Sorry. I left it on when I went to get some milk. Does it bother you?" He looked nervous, like he was expecting Eddie to be upset with him about something.

"No!" Eddie insisted. "Just - surprised to see you coming in from outside, is all."

Steve bent to pick up some of the envelopes Eddie had dropped, which Eddie had made no move to retrieve. Eddie bent as well, going a little too fast and thunking his forehead against Steve's.

"ShitfuckOW!" Eddie yelled, holding a hand to his throbbing forehead.

"Sorry," Steve mumbled, rubbing his own forehead.

"Why are you sorry? I ran into you."This dude was really into apologizing. Eddie grabbed his mail from the ground, crinkling a bunch of it in the process. Hopefully it wasn't anything important.

He looked up once he'd collected it all. Steve's face was right in front of his own. This close, Steve looked even worse. Eddie knew what bone-deep exhaustion looked like, he'd seen it enough times on Wayne and the other guys who had to work overtime at the factory. Steve was definitely there.

"You okay, man?" Eddie asked.

Tears welled in Steve's eyes at the question, but he looked away and stood up quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine." He left the mailroom without saying anything else. Eddie was still squatting on the ground clutching his mail to his chest, floored by the change in Steve.

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about Steve over the next few days. For once, it wasn't in his typical pathetic-crush way. He was worried about Steve, but he didn't know what to do about it. He wasn't supposed to know that Steve had just been fired and disinherited, and he especially wasn't supposed to know that Steve was queer.

Eddie had always had a thing for helping outcasts. Back in high school, he'd refused to let any outcast go it alone, inviting them all into his group of freaks. Steve was a brand new outcast, freshly demoted from the ranks of society's chosen ones. Those were the outcasts that often needed the most help, in Eddie's experience.

Steve didn't seem to have any help to get through this. He barely left his apartment, and Eddie hadn't heard anyone come over to visit him. Eddie only had to waffle for a few days before his better nature won out. He needed to talk to Steve and make sure he was okay. If Steve told him to get lost, at least Eddie would know he'd tried.

Eddie came home from work on Thursday to hear the sound of Steve's TV going in the apartment next door. Before he could talk himself out of it, he knocked on Steve's door.

He waited for almost a minute, considering that Steve might have gone out for milk again and not even be there. He knocked again, a little louder, and finally heard movement.

A very rumpled-looking Steve answered the door. His eyebrows shot up when he saw Eddie.

"Uh, hi," Eddie said awkwardly. He'd really only gotten to the point of knocking on Steve's door in his head, hadn't planned out what he was going to say.

"Hi," Steve replied. His eyes were red-rimmed, like he'd been crying recently. He looked even thinner than when Eddie had seen him just a few days ago. That realization gave Eddie his inspiration for what to say next.

"I'm ordering Chinese for dinner. You wanna join me?" Eddie asked.

Steve looked suspicious, like he thought this might be a trap. Eddie needed to bite the bullet and make him feel more comfortable. He took a deep breath.

"Look, Steve," Eddie began. "I just wanted you to know, apropos of nothing, that I'm gay, and I'm here to help or listen or whatever, if you ever need it. This offer for Chinese is really just an offer for Chinese. I'm not gonna, like, beat you up or something."

Steve's eyes widened. "O-okay. Yeah. I guess I am pretty hungry."

No shit, Eddie thought to himself, taking in Steve's emaciated appearance. 

Steve looked down at himself. He was wearing sweats and a very wrinkled T-shirt for some sports team. “Just let me change,” he said. 

“You really don’t need to, no dress code for my apartment,” Eddie said with a smile. 

“Alright,” Steve agreed with a shrug. He grabbed a set of keys from his side table and slid his feet into a pair of battered sneakers, shutting his apartment door behind him.

Eddie panicked as soon as they walked into his own apartment. It was, as usual, a fucking mess. He really hadn’t thought this through. 

“Uh, sorry about the mess,” he said, hastily grabbing a bunch of dirty clothes strewn about the couch and chucking them down the hall towards his bedroom. “Can’t say I’m great at housekeeping.”

Steve smiled, thawing a little. “That’s alright. I don’t mind.” 

Eddie called in an order to the Chinese place that was just down the block. They delivered if you lived close enough. 

Steve settled on his couch, holding himself awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure if it was safe to relax. “You drink beer?” Eddie asked as he walked toward the kitchen. “I also have Mountain Dew. And… well, that’s it. Tap water, I guess.” He frowned at his nearly empty fridge. 

“A beer sounds nice,” Steve replied. 

Eddie grabbed them each a beer and walked back into the living room, sitting next to Steve, but not too close. 

Steve immediately started asking Eddie questions about himself. It was a very thinly veiled attempt to steer the topic of conversation away from himself, but Eddie didn’t mind. He just wanted Steve to be comfortable.

He’d already told Steve what felt like the majority of his life story by the time the food arrived. The food gave Eddie a little bit of a respite, since Steve was too busy inhaling his chow mein to ask any more questions. 

Eddie asked a couple of innocuous questions about Steve after they finished eating, just about where he was from and where he’d gone to school. He avoided anything about Steve’s job or family or relationships, sensing those topics would all be too much for Steve right now. 

“Thanks for this,” Steve said when the conversation lulled. 

“Thank you, for the company,” Eddie replied with a smile. 

Steve left looking a little less despondent than when he’d arrived, which Eddie counted as a win.

Continue on AO3.

Other Twelve Days of Christmas Prompt Fills:

A Golden Opportunity - threesome, elf

The Indiana Lakers - make up sex

A Naughty Lullaby - mpreg, morning sex

White and Rare and Full of All Kinds of Rage - chill, frost, travel - WARNING NON-CON

Possibly Maybe - cookies, meet cute, candy canes

[happylittleshrub]

Continued Rambling about Game Rocket: Part 2

Rambling commences beneath the cut!

Not Rocket related but I need to give a shout out to the pac-man birthday cake Mrs. Quill made, it looked fantastic! And Quill didn’t even eat a single slice I can’t believe this. I am appalled. Mrs. Quill apparently also got trick candles because after Quill blew them out the flames just kept blinking. Such a prankster, that Mrs. Quill. 

Anyways back to our regularly scheduled Rocket. 

I thought it was so funny how he rode on top of the cage while Quill pulled it 🤣Like Cinderella riding her carriage to the ball lol ✨ I took a picture but the screenshot didn’t save for some reason >:( 

Rocket’s face when Groot was taken away was so sad :( He looked so heartbroken my poor bby (Also I sided with his plan after Quill stopped flashbacking. Of course I trust Gamora and she probably had a good idea but if something involves Groot’s wellbeing and a prison break how could I not go with Rocket?) 

When the Guardians are supposed to be sneaking around but they keep whispering to each other the entire time like the dorks they are XD 

I liked when Rocket complained about how terrible the wiring in Lady Hellbender’s throne room was and how he wanted to leave a note saying it needed to be fixed lol I love Tech Nerd Rocket so, so much 

Also this:

Drax: What’s it like in there?

Rocket: Smells like wet fur.

Drax: That’s probably because-

Rocket: I KNOW IT’S ME!

When we free ‘Groot’ and Rocket immediately runs and hugs him? 🥺🥰 Oh my heart! And then when ‘Groot’ isn’t responding and Rocket is so concerned about him?? Their friendship in this game is so stinkin’ precious I love it!!! This is another difference I noted between Game Rocket and MCU Rocket is that Game Rocket seems more willing to be outwardly affectionate (Well, at the very most towards Groot anyways 😅)

Also Groot tattled on us 😞 Oh poor Groot you’re too pure for this world

When we’re back on the ship and get this exchange: 

Drax: Money is all you think about.

Rocket: Also bombs.

Gamora: And booze. 

Rocket: [gasp] BOMBS MADE OUT OF BOOZE!

I can’t with him ✋🤣 He’s so goofy

The shriek he lets out when he finds that the llama chewed the ship’s wires!!! I actually thought it was the llama making a noise till I glanced down and read the subtitles: Rocket: [screams]

It was shrill. And to think he made fun of Quill earlier in the game for shrieking. Rocket, you have no room to talk lol. 

Oh and while I was idling around on the ship the greatest thing happened: ROCKET STARTED HUMMING!!!!! Oh my gosh it was so cute it made me so happy 😄 I wish I had recorded it 😢

Also I heard a door opening and closing over and over again so I went to check it out and found Rocket running back and forth like a madman fixing the array. Look at ‘im go.

[melosliving]

aaron pierre x actress!reader

suspect is… but it gets softer every time

It couldn’t be the worst time to do this : it was quite late, the day had just ended on another long series of interviews and photoshoots, running around to promote the new lion king movie, but here you were, giggling to yourselves as you stood in the corridors leading to your respective rooms.

"Tell me why you should be the one starting the tiktok again ?" asks Aaron, his back on one of the walls. He was still dressed in his day clothes, all in black. "Because ladies first, and you’re a gentleman are you not ?" You answered, raising an eyebrow at him playfully.

"okay, let’s do it !" you put yourselves in position, Aaron at the left and you at the right. You hold your phone up, starting to film while walking. "suspect looks like scar but wanted to be the main character." Looking back at you, aaron stops in his track, putting his hand on his mouth "wow ! that’s crazy work, ✦".

The video then cuts to you walking as you’re now seen on the screen. "Suspect swears she has the biggest back in London." He says, trying to surpass his laughter but couldn’t help it when he saw your shocked face. " you know im right ! I am confident in my arse." You say proudly.

"Suspect almost became a stepdad." You add, now filming him walking. "Wooow, really ? you want to do me dirty like this ?". This game was becoming a bit too funny. Tears were almost coming to your lash line as you laughed when reminiscing about the day he told you about one of his ex. "Suspect asked kelvin to marry her so she could have the green card."

Now, this was interesting. You stopped walking, turning to him with a guilty smile. "and DID ! I mean, he told me he would do it, so don’t be jealous…"

"suspect is a big back. Always trying to eat from my plate when he has his !" actually, this was true. With the amount of time y’all and the cast were spending together, lunches and dinners were now tradition, and overtime aaron had developed the habit of eating in both his and your plate at the same time. "I already told you, the food is better when it comes from your plate ! I don’t make rules." He retorted, his cheeks reddening a bit.

Phone in hand, aaron started to walk with you, "suspect can’t sleep without hearing my voice." he told everybody, airing out your little secret. "I do actually, I can’t help it I love your voice." You admit, looking at him with this cute frown of yours. "Suspect is really really handsome and talented." You added, smiling at aaron as he stopped walking.

"Anw, lovie.." he answered, coming towards you to hug you. Still recording, your giggles were heard as your face went in his chest as y’all were hugging. Last but not least, "suspect deserves the world, every bit of happiness that comes towards her." Finally said aaron, teeth all out as he smiled at your surprised face.

"You love me.. like I know you actually love me." You said, trying your best not to laugh as you started to pout before you took your phone back to stop the video.

#tiktok!comments

@user1 not the green card 😭

@kelvin harrison jr I always knew he wanted to be me 🙄❤️

@starsliving who wouldn’t want to be you ?🤰🏽🤱🏽

@user2 they actually look good together stop meee

@LionKing I know mufasa and sarabi have been enjoying themselves 🦁❤️

@kelvin harrison jr don’t star now. I’ll get maddd

@user3 raw (both of them). next question

@user4 it’s the height difference for me

@ starsliving everything aaron said in this tiktok is pure defamation

@aaronpierre you know you’re lying 🤥

@user5 look at how his eyes glistened when she told him he was handsome AND talented 🥹

@melosliving 2025

[imorynn]

She hadn't looked at herself in a while, not like that. And despite the visible marks of life—a few additional wrinkles here and there, her breasts sagging a bit more, the loose skin on her stomach stretched from the pregnancy—when she ran her hand over her curves and cupped her breasts, she still felt the spark, the burning under her skin, the need to be desired.

"You still got it, mamma," she told her reflection, smirking, and sauntered off, grabbing a bottle of red and a glass on the way.

HELL FUCKING YES YOU STILL GOT IT, MAMMA -

“Oh, my darling. Oh, honey..." Lilia cupped your cheek, and you bit your lip to stop more tears from spilling.

The nicknames just healed something in me —

You hesitated. Surely, you couldn't—but you wanted to. Oh, god, you wanted to touch her there. But it would be wrong. So wrong. By now, you'd been staring at her bosom—glistening with residue dampness from her bath—for too long already, pondering what to do. So you told yourself, "Screw it," and reached out to wipe the bit of cream away from the top of her breast and licked it from your thumb.

Ma’am, the build up is fucking insane and I am feral and yearning for something 😭😭😭

Her fingers curled around your arm. "How much do you need for the record?"

“You can't be serious."

"I am, baby." She shifted in her seat, turning her body to face you, and slid her hand down to clasp around yours. The veins on the back of it protruded as she gripped firmer, light moonlight catching on them. "I believe in you," she said, lower, dropping almost to a whisper. "You've got a beautiful voice, and mamma wants to see you shine."

Fucking knew she was doing this for us . The description of her hands was beautiful and stirred my heart😭

She held you just right. Soft and warm, peach-scented. Your nose brushed against the wrinkled skin of her neck; it had this special texture only older women had, gentler, smoother, drier but not unpleasantly so, like velvet. Your fingers wound into her hair and tugged her closer; you breathed her in and burrowed deeper into her presence. The moment didn't pass like so many others; it stayed. Your lips came into contact with her skin by chance, but they didn't leave by choice. You kissed her neck, a tentative one, a bolder one, crawling up to her jaw.

Her fingers curled into your back, she inhaled shakily, and you drew back. Your eyes flitted between hers and her mouth; you closed the gap and brushed your lips to hers, locking, lingering. Tender and unhurried, slow craving.

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO

wait. wait wait wait wait.

Lilia sighed into the kiss and pulled away, drawing her lips inward as if to lick you off them, but your hand was still on the back of her neck and hers behind your ear. She leaned in again and pressed her cheek against yours, hugging you even tighter and stroking your hair. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "That shouldn't have happened. Perdonami, dolcezza. Perdonami—ti prego."

"Lilia, no," you breathed and got even quieter when you said, "I want you."

She drew in a long breath through her nose and released you, shifting back into the driver's seat and settling her hands on the steering wheel. She closed her eyes for a moment, and her hand shook as she reached for the gear stick, started the engine, and reversed out of the parking space and onto the road.

…

She nodded, and you heard a sniffle when she returned to her seat. You closed the door and all but ran away to the door of your apartment building and went inside as her red taillights disappeared in the night.

My emotions and hormones are scattered all over the damn place right now — but the sapphic yearning is BLAZING ANC ACHING RIGHT NOW😭but overall this was a FANTASTIC AND BEAUTIFUL READ AND IM FUCKING LOOKING FORWARD FOR WHATS NEXT TO COME !!!!! 🫂🤧💞

🍷Illicit Affairs🍷┃ Ch. 3

Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

wc: ~ 3.2 k

summary: Lilia has a stressful day at work and wants nothing more than to enjoy a hot bubble bath—but she is interrupted.

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All of Lilia’s pants had been in the washing this morning, leaving her with no other choice but to wear a pencil skirt that she didn’t dare bend over in for fear it might rip. The new concierge had been paying her enough attention today without the need for a spectacle. Who was she kidding? She would’ve laughed her pretty ass off if it would’ve happened. 

She drove home through the dense autumn fog after her shift and nearly ran into an unfortunately positioned trash can, but after a day of yelling at people to get their shit together because the hotel inspectors were bound to show up any day now as they did every year, she didn’t have an ounce of energy left to work herself up about it. Her scalp ached from a day of wearing her hair tightly pinned up, even now that she’d tugged it loose. 

In her driveway, she left the car without her parka but regretted it as soon as she'd stepped out. She was plucking the house keys from her bag when the front door opened. Alice came out with her hair curled and a tinge of scarlet on her lips that matched the ends of her fringe—a highly unusual sight. 

"Mh, where are you going?" Lilia sang. 

"Just Stephen's."

"Stephen." She weighed the name on her tongue. "He has a name. So it's serious."

"Well, we've had a few nice dates, and he's—he's a good guy, mamma, I promise. Even mom said so, and she—"

The house key dug into her palm as she clenched her fist around it. "Lorna has met him?"

“He was in the area, and—and you don’t like men.”

She huffed, blinking the ache away, swallowing, and nodded. While she might not have the same interest in men that Lorna did, she would have hoped Alice knew she would never mock her for dating one. Didn't she know that she loved her no matter what?

Alice sighed, a breath heavy with guilt. “Are you mad, mamma?”

“No.” She stepped closer and fixed Alice's lipstick with the edge of her red nail, holding her face between thumb and index finger. The smile didn't reach her eyes. “Just sad.”

Alice pulled her into a hug and squeezed tight, squishing her cheek against Lilia's as she'd done since she was a little girl. Lilia put her hand on the back of her head and felt the hurt in her chest melt away. Even when she drew away, Alice kept her arms looped around her neck, and Lilia put her hands on them, rubbing her thumbs in crescents. "You look beautiful, piccinia. Bellissima."

"Thanks." Alice smiled and let go of her. "I'm off now." She kissed Lilia's cheek. "Don't wait up for me."

She set about to leave, but Lilia stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Wait. Have you heard from my docezza? She left so suddenly after the concert—"

"She cancelled band practice this week. Not sure what's going on, but I'll give her a call tomorrow."

Lilia took the information in, but it did nothing to quell her worries. Her mind went spinning with possibilities of what could've happened. "Va bene. Have fun, my love." 

"Bye, mamma."

She ran off with a wave, and Lilia looked after her for a moment before going inside. It was quiet. Her house was hardly ever quiet. Having Alice live with her again after the divorce had ensured it stayed that way, but now she was once again leaving the nest. When Alice had first left for college, it had thrown her into a midlife crisis that had led to her ripping the tapestry off the walls one night and then renovating the whole house. This time, she was developing a crush on the sinfully much younger best friend of her daughter.

She tossed everything aside—her bag, her coat, her shoes—and went to the bathroom to open the tap and draw herself a hot bath. Letting the water run, she headed for the bedroom to fetch her bathrobe, reading glasses, and the copy of Wicked Witch on her nightstand. While she was at it, she let her clothes pool at her feet and stood naked in front of the floor-length mirror. 

-> continue

[marleneoftheopera]

Clip from the (forthcoming?) Chinese cast recording!

[tinyclowndancer]

pspspsps porretta besties from the dark place who refused to bring this song to its end here's a little something for you. 🎙️