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[jungwnies]

the dad who stepped up | carlos sainz (cs55)

୨ৎ : featuring : carlos sainz x fem!reader/singlemom!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : not the biological father, but rather the father who stepped up!

୨ৎ : genre : romance & fluff ୨ৎ : word count : 947

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was such a cute little story, i can only imagine the spanglish going crazy in this household <3 psa... intentionally all lowercase

carlos never thought about being a dad so soon. sure, he wanted kids someday, but he always figured it would come later, after racing, after settling down. what he didn’t expect was for you to walk into his life, a single mom with a baby boy who barely knew how to say papa yet.

he met you when your son, nico, was only eight months old. you had been hesitant at first, not wanting to bring someone into your child’s life unless you were sure. but carlos? carlos was patient. he never rushed you, never forced his way in. he just showed up.

at first, it was small things; holding nico when your arms were full, rocking him to sleep when he got fussy, making faces at him across the dinner table just to see him giggle. then, before either of you knew it, nico wasn’t just some baby carlos happened to know. he was his boy.

now, four years later, carlos can’t imagine life any other way.

—

"okay, buddy, one more time, but this time big swings," carlos calls from the backyard, watching as nico grips his tiny golf club, determination all over his little face.

you stand nearby, sipping on a lemonade, watching your two favorite people as the warm breeze rustles through the trees.

nico, tongue sticking out in concentration, takes a swing, too hard, and the plastic ball rolls about a foot away.

"that was amazing!" carlos exclaims, throwing his hands up as if nico just hit a hole-in-one at augusta.

"it barely moved!" nico whines, stomping his foot.

carlos kneels beside him, adjusting his grip. "the trick isn’t power, campeón (champion), it’s control. even papá sainz had to learn that."

you smile, shaking your head as you watch them. “carlos, if you turn him into a golf snob before he even learns how to ride a bike, we’re gonna have a problem.”

carlos grins over his shoulder at you. “you say that now, but when he’s winning the masters, you’ll be thanking me.”

nico nods along, even though he has absolutely no idea what the masters is. “sí, mami! (yes, mommy!)”

your heart melts every time nico switches between english and spanish so naturally, something carlos had made sure to teach him from the moment he could talk.

—

later that evening, after dinner, you’re curled up on the couch together, nico snuggled in between you and carlos with his favorite book in hand.

“papá, can you read the book en español? (papa, can you read the book in spanish?)” nico asks, eyes wide with excitement.

carlos raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “sí, pero solo un poquito, eh? (yes, but just a little, okay?) i don’t want you getting confused.”

you smile, resting your head against carlos’s shoulder as he begins reading, seamlessly switching between english and spanish.

"the little dog ran through the…el bosque (the forest)…looking for his friend… pero no lo encontró (but he didn’t find him). so he kept running and running…hasta que… (until…)"

nico listens intently, repeating some of the words in his tiny voice.

“bosque!” he says proudly.

carlos grins, tapping his nose gently. “eso! muy bien, campeón. (that’s it! very good, champion.)”

you watch as carlos pauses and turns to nico. “and what’s a bosque?”

nico scrunches his little face, thinking hard before answering, “umm… a forest?”

carlos nods approvingly. “exacto! (exactly!)”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i swear, this kid is gonna be fluent before i am.”

carlos smirks, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “well, mamá, looks like you need some spanish lessons too.”

you playfully elbow him, making him chuckle.

just as you think nico is starting to doze off, his tiny voice pipes up.

“papá, i’m sleepy… pero i want uno más cuento. (papa, i’m sleepy… but i want one more story.)”

carlos lets out an exaggerated sigh, feigning exhaustion. “one more? vale, uno más. (okay, one more.)”

he flips the page, his voice soft as he continues reading. you feel nico’s breathing slow, his tiny body relaxing between the two of you.

you glance up at carlos, who is watching nico with that same gentle, loving look he always has. he catches you staring and gives you a small smile, his fingers reaching out to brush over your hand.

“you know,” you whisper, “you never had to do any of this.”

carlos furrows his brows. “what do you mean?”

you swallow the lump in your throat. “i mean… you didn’t have to be his dad. you could’ve just dated me and kept your distance. but instead, you’re his person. and i just… i don’t know. i hope you know how much i love you for that.”

carlos studies you for a moment before shaking his head, as if the thought of not stepping up for nico is ridiculous. he lifts your intertwined fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“i didn’t have to, amor,” he murmurs. “i wanted to. i chose this. i chose you. i chose him. and i���d do it again a thousand times over.”

tears prick your eyes, but before you can say anything, carlos leans down and places a gentle kiss on nico’s forehead.

“buenas noches, mi pequeño campeón. (good night, my little champion.)”

nico barely stirs, already deep in sleep.

carlos turns back to you, smiling softly. “now come on, mamá, let’s go watch bad reality tv and pretend we don’t have to wake up early tomorrow.”

you laugh, shaking your head as you follow him to the couch, where his arm instinctively wraps around you.

carlos sainz wasn’t the father by blood.

but he was the father who stepped up.

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[ennabear]

was trying to take a nap but i can’t stop thinking about this so have a horny half asleep blurb about loser!sevika <3333 18+

“oh, shit.” she groans on top of you, holding the dildo in her hands as she angles it into you, the tip already wet as it pushes into your hole. you look up at her as she trembles in excitement, horniness, and most of all, anxiety. her eyes are fixed on her strap-on and your cunt, big, beautiful eyes already glossy from pleasure. she could cum just from this.

“you’ll tell me if it hurts, right?” she asks timidly, holding your hips as tightly as possible in her hands. you nod at this, and her human palm sweats and shakes until you grab it tightly in yours, offering a reassuring squeeze.

“you got it, sev. keep going.”

she glances down at you, deep brown lips sagging from the weight of her signature pout. you smile at her, big and goofy, and take her face in your unoccupied hand. an annoyed wince follows your pinches to her cheek, but she sighs and laughs it off, focusing on the task at hand.

“okay…” she whispers. “okay, ready?”

you giggle. “sev, i’ve been ready. you’re not gonna hurt me.”

at this, she pushes into you more. slowly but surely. and soon enough, she’s bottomed out, eyes big and jaw hanging open at the sight beneath her. not a single centimeter of the dildo is visible, just your thighs squishing against hers. a sight she could never get sick of. she sucks in a gasp when you lightly smack her ass, but chuckles awkwardly when she realizes that you aren’t in any pain.

experimentally, she slides out of you, then snaps her hips back in. you shiver, legs opening impossibly wider, back melting into the bed.

“like that?” she asks.

“yeah, sevi. just like that.” you reassure her. god, if only she wasn’t so damn nervous. and oh, so adorable.

so she does it again, pulling out, pushing in, pulling out, pushing in. her rhythm isn’t quite there, but the pleasure is. she hits your sweet spots so deeply, and your heart is so full, you don’t care that she’s not exactly… good at this.

not yet, at least, but neither of you mind the practice.

she moans every time every time she thrusts into you. it starts out breathy and light, but the more she does it, the louder she gets. you doubt that she’s even aware of the sounds she’s making, but you hope she doesn’t realize— she’ll get embarrassed and stop.

her hand releases itself from your grip, drenched in sweat although you wouldn’t have it any other way. her hard grip on your hip returns, and she leans over you to get a better angle. your tits are practically touching, and her hair tickles your face and neck. you plant a few firm kisses on her cheeks, then her nose, then a sweet, long one on her lips, muffling the sounds of her moans and whimpers.

“fuck, i’m so in love with you.” she groans. “can’t believe i didn’t do this sooner.”

you laugh at her, wrapping your arms around her. “it’s okay, we have all the time in the world. no rush.” she chuckles at herself, then her breathy chuckles turn into light moans, and then she’s full on moaning right into your ear.

“am i doing good?” she asks. pace quickening as she rocks her hips into yours.

“yeah, babe. i’m so close.” you whine, gulping loudly.

“really?” she asks, almost like she doesn’t believe you.

“yeah, really.” you laugh, butterflies tickling your gut. “keep going like that.”

“fuck, fuck. okay, oh, janna.” she moans, burying her face in your neck. you think for a moment that she might be in pain, maybe tired, out of breath, or her phantom pains biting at her nonexistent arm. but these moans are different. deeper, heavier, like she’s enjoying it.

her breath tickles your neck as you tip over the edge, holding her as tight as possible as your eyes roll back into your head and you bite your lip a little too harshly. when you come down from your high, gasping for air and giggling at your girlfriend, you almost think you’re imagining the tears rolling down her cheeks. you coo at her and kiss them away, until all that’s left is a giggly, sweaty pile of limbs tangled together.

“do you want me to pull out?” she asks.

“whenever you’re ready.” you answer. “as long as i get to make you cum after this.”

“uhh…” she starts, then loses her words. “you already… did.”

“what do you mean, baby? i haven’t had my mouth or hands on you all night.”

“no, no, not like that.” she says, rushing the words out. “i mean… i did. while i was fucking you… maybe more than once.”

although you feel a bit evil for this, you cackle loudly at her. she rolls her eyes and sinks into you even more, hiding her face in your neck shyly. “don’t laugh at me.” she grumbles. “you’re the worst.”

“no, it’s not bad, sev. it’s cute. and i think we should do this more often.”

she sighs into your shoulder, raising her hand up and pointing her middle finger straight to the sky. you gasp and giggle harder, then swat it away as she tries to wrestle against you.

“okay, enough.” you call, before she can start the wrestling match. “let’s go pee and then i’ll make us a snack.”

she kisses your forehead and huffs a breath, trying not to think about the fact that she’s still inside of you, and that she may or may not be able to feel you clenching around her. “okay, i love you.”

“love you too, sevibaby.”

[beatrixst0nehill]

Alice rubbed her belly, flaunting her pregnant form eagerly. "Soooo, this is very exciting. H-Hey guys, surprise! I'm pregnant.... My parents basically gave me an ultimatum. Either detransition or start pumping out kids. Like.... I was thinking of just detransing, like what trans girl doesn't pump her cock thinking of that??? But I chickened out and said I wanted to start breeding! Granted, I was bringing home a new guy or three.... or five.... basically every night. And my parents had to listen to me giggle and moan and get my fat, girly ass pounded for hours, all the while having to deal with the walls shaking and hearing their spoiled princess get spanked and smacked around. I think they really regret talking me into transitioning but it's too late now!

I actually received an already-pregnant womb. Allegedly I'm six months along but I've only had this womb for three months. The hospital got it out of some ditzy college girl who was testing experimental fuck machines. A student cranked it up when she was testing it on her ass and it scrambled her guts. Soooo, lucky me? Is this big for six months? I feel like it is. My doctors assured me everything is normal and it's becoming very common for trans girls to become breeders!

There is one teeny tiny problem. So, they gave me a choice when daddy brought me in to get my womb. Either they don't do anything and my belly just gets bigger and bigger with no birth canal until the hospital scoops me off the street to give me a C-section, or they give me a birth canal. I thought the first answer sounded a bit scary. Apparently it's pretty popular and really exciting for the girls to see how long they can last without getting dragged to the ER and having their kids scooped out. I asked for a birth canal. Ummm, let me just show you."

Alice removed her baggy skirt, lifting her cock with great heft, hanging down to her knees. She slapped it onto the table in front of her camera. It was even thicker than her upper arms, totally swollen, with a gorgeous head the size of her fist and the color of her lips, its urethra drooling precum. "Look at this!" Alice stroked her cock, reaching forward, slipping four fingers into it with ease. "Oh fuck, it feels so good! Look, I can fist my cock! I may or may not be encouraging guys to fuck it, too....... My balls are gigantic, too. How am I supposed to stay a girl with balls the size of grapefruits??? Ugh, I swear I must cum a gallon a day at least, it's unbearable how bad my erections get after only an hour or two without sex or masturbating. I'm told it's a similar level of horniness to most cis pregnant girls. Hurray, I guess?

I am also on very high doses of estrogen to keep my hormones in check, but still! My cock used to be like five inches, and my balls were like marbles. My doctor says they're almost finished growing but I'm not sure I believe him. Either way us trans girls with wombs are apparently kept pregnant by the state. I thought I'd have to go out and get fucked but nope! I have no choice. I'll be kept pregnant forever now, forced to push as many kids as possible out of my 'birthing shaft' as they call it. Since technically it's too big to actually fuck girls with. Doesn't stop them from trying. I get soooo many pregnant girls who excitedly approach me, feeling my belly, asking how far along I am, or to see how swollen my pussy looks, only to lift my dress or skirt and they gasp..... Then these girls take it as a challenge, trying to suck it, stroking it, bending over and begging me to 'try my hardest to ram it in their holes'. It's kinda fun getting so much attention from girls all of a sudden but it's exhausting, too. And I'm only six months? How do girls walk with such giant bellies???

Oh well, another four months or so until the big day. I'll definitely be filming it. Hopefully my cock can withstand pushing out so many kids. I can't wait to try! I feel like even at this side my poor cock might burst trying to do this but I promise to put on a good show either way! I love being pregnant, and hopefully this is the first of many more! ❤️"

[christopherisfoive]

Cold Burn (Chapter 1)

!idol reader x Seungmin

Word Count: 3.1k

Walking to the practice rooms was always my favorite part of the day. The quiet moments before practice, the chance to focus—everything felt right. But today? Today felt different.

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as I made my way down the hall. Why? Because I was heading straight for the practice room that was usually occupied by one certain boy group. And while I didn’t have any personal issues with them, there was one member who always seemed to get under my skin.

Stellar was supposed to be my safe space, my team, and my family. It was me, Kat, Leah, and Ari. We'd been through so much together, and no matter how chaotic things got, we always had each other’s backs. But even with all the support, there were moments when the weight of the idol life felt unbearable. When we weren’t rehearsing or performing, it was a rare thing for any of us to truly relax.

Ari was the serious one, always keeping things in line when things started feeling too out of control. She wasn’t big on the whole idol persona, always keeping a bit of distance between her real self and what the public saw. Kat was more outgoing, always cracking jokes and making the atmosphere light when things got too heavy. Leah was the calm one, always having a way of soothing everyone with her words and her presence. And then there was me—the one who didn’t always feel like I belonged. I struggled with the constant pressure, the expectations, and the feeling of being compared to everyone else

Leah walked up next to me, her hand slipping around my arm with a familiar, reassuring grip. I turned my head to her, offering a smile, though I could feel the tension still crawling up my spine.

“Are you excited about this secret project, Y/N?”

I sighed, leaning my head towards hers. “Should I be? I already have a weird feeling since we’re heading to their practice room.”

Leah giggled, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. “No way! They don’t own it. We could use it if we wanted. Besides, this could turn out to be fun, right?”

I could feel my face scrunch up, making it obvious to Leah that she had me in her teasing grip. After a couple more hallways, we finally reached the practice room. The air was warm, filled with the hum of conversation, which meant they had been in there for a while.

My attention immediately landed on Ari, who was deep in conversation with Bang Chan. Their tone was business casual—nothing out of the ordinary for them.

I sat down on the floor, pulling off my sweater and getting ready for whatever was coming today. As I started changing into my shoes, I shifted my slip-ons to the side, humming “Don’t wanna break up again” by Ariana Grande.

I sensed someone crouching down beside me. Bobbing my head to the music in my head, I turned to see Jeongin looking back at me.

“What’s up, lil baby?” I poked his cheek.

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “I’m not a baby,” he said, swatting my finger away from his cheek.

I shrugged, grinning. “You sure? You’ve got that baby face.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t seem offended, nudging me with his shoulder. “You’re one to talk.”

I laughed, nudging him back. “Fair point. But I’m not the one getting poked, am I?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You're lucky I’m nice.”

Our playful exchange was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and I looked up to see one of the staff members step in, calling for attention. The chatter in the room slowly faded as everyone gathered their things, preparing for whatever came next.

Ari glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow. "Here we go," she muttered, nudging Bang Chan.

I shot her a glance, sensing something big was about to happen. The staff member cleared their throat, a signal for everyone to focus.

“Alright, everyone,” they began, voice carrying across the room. “We have an exciting announcement. As part of a special project, Stray Kids and Stellar will be collaborating for an upcoming tour. All groups will be working together for the next few months, so get ready to blend your styles and create something amazing.”

The room buzzed with whispers as the staff member finished the announcement. A mix of excitement and confusion spread through the group, but I could feel the weight of it all starting to settle on my shoulders.

"Wait, we’re really going to be working together?" Jeongin asked, his tone light but curious, looking over at me.

I nodded slowly, trying to wrap my head around it. "Seems like it."

Ari leaned over to me, her voice low. “This is going to be interesting, huh?”

Before I could reply, I felt someone’s gaze on me. I turned to see Seungmin standing a little farther across the room, his arms crossed as he surveyed the group, his expression unreadable.

"Looks like we’re going to be stuck with each other for a while,” I muttered under my breath, more to myself than to anyone else.

Jeongin glanced at me, noticing the shift in my mood. “You’re not thrilled, huh?”

I gave a half-shrug, unsure how to feel. "I don’t know. I’ve got a bad feeling about this."

"Relax, it’ll be fine," Jeongin said with a grin, though there was a bit of uncertainty in his voice too.

I shot one more glance at Seungmin. He was still looking at me, but now there was something different in his gaze—something that made my stomach turn.

As the staff member’s words lingered in the air, I could feel the weight of the announcement. Stray Kids and Stellar—two groups from the same company—had rarely crossed paths. Both had their own distinct styles, and the thought of working together, let alone touring together, was a bit... overwhelming.

Our company, JYP Entertainment, had a lot of big names, and while Stray Kids had been in the spotlight longer, Stellar had made its mark in the industry as well. And though we both trained under the same roof, our interactions had always been limited. We’d performed at company events, but this? A tour together? That was something entirely different.

I tried to push my nerves aside as the room buzzed with excitement.

Leah bounced excitedly beside me as the room settled down. “I still can’t believe we’re going to be working with Stray Kids on a tour! This is huge!”

I shrugged, barely looking up from adjusting my shoes. “Yeah, we see them all the time. It’s not a big deal.”

Ari chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Y/N’s right. We’ve had enough run-ins at company events. It’s not like we’re strangers.”

Leah’s grin didn’t fade. “Still, it’s different when we’re all working together, right?”

I didn’t answer immediately, instead folding my sweater and placing it on the chair next to me. “Sure, I guess.”

Leah gave me a look. “You’re not excited?”

I raised an eyebrow. “It’s not the first time we’ve worked with them. They’re just... friends.”

Leah nudged me again, clearly not sharing my lack of enthusiasm. “Well, I think it’s gonna be fun. I’m looking forward to it.”

I just shrugged, leaning back against the wall. “We’ll see.”

The next hour after the small meeting felt like an eternity. I really wasn't trying to be so negative. I was just thinking about spending months with someone who would absolutely make my life and job much harder than it needed to be.

The next hour after the small meeting felt like an eternity. I really wasn't trying to be so negative. I was just thinking about spending months with someone who would absolutely make my life and job much harder than it needed to be.

By the time we all sat down for lunch together, the tension was still lingering in the air. Everyone was chatting away, with Ari and Leah talking about something that had happened during their last rehearsal. But as I sat there, my gaze kept drifting over to Seungmin, who was sitting a few seats away, laughing with his group members. His casual attitude, the way he spoke to the staff and fans, everything about him felt so... perfect. It was annoying.

Kat noticed my odd behavior and leaned over, her voice low. “You okay?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she glanced toward Seungmin.

I gave her a small smile, careful to keep my tone neutral. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”

She seemed to buy it, nodding as she returned to her meal. I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for brushing it off. Sometimes, I wondered if my members could tell how much I kept inside. But it was easier this way, keeping things to myself. After all, what was the point in saying anything when I knew I couldn’t change it?

A voice interrupted my thoughts. “Y/N, do you want the last piece of sushi?” It was Hyunjin, leaning over from across the table, holding the plate out to me.

I shook my head. “I’m good, thanks.”

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You’ve barely touched your food.”

“I’m not hungry,” I muttered, tapping the side of my water bottle absentmindedly.

“You’ve been saying that all day,” he teased, leaning back in his seat.

I just shrugged, not really in the mood to explain myself. To be honest, I wasn't even sure why I felt so off. Maybe it was just the thought of spending months working with people like Seungmin, who had everything so together, while I felt... well, not quite like that.

Seungmin, sitting across the table, glanced up from his conversation with Bang Chan. I could feel his gaze but quickly looked away, my mind drifting back to the meeting.

“Is there something going on with you today?” Bang Chan asked me, sounding more casual than concerned.

I forced a smile, even though I could feel the frustration bubbling under the surface. “No, everything’s fine.”

Kat shot me a quick glance, but she didn't say anything. Leah, on the other hand, nudged my shoulder playfully. “Come on, Y/N, we’re all friends here. If you need to vent, you can always talk to me.”

I gave a noncommittal shrug. “Maybe later.”

The conversation shifted, and the others went back to their chatter, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get a whole lot more complicated with this collaboration.

I pushed my chair back, standing up quickly to escape the tension at the table. “I’m gonna wash my hands,” I muttered, hoping it would give me a moment to clear my head.

As I made my way to the bathroom, I focused on the sound of my steps, trying to drown out the voices behind me. Once inside, I splashed cold water on my face, feeling the chill hit my skin and snapping me out of the clouded thoughts swirling in my head. The coolness was a temporary relief, but I knew it wouldn’t last long.

After drying my hands, I stared at my reflection for a moment. I wasn’t just irritated with myself; I was irritated with the whole situation. Being stuck with Seungmin for months—someone who acted like he had everything figured out while I felt like I was barely keeping my head above water. It was exhausting.

When I returned to the table, the group was still deep in conversation, the noise of it all overwhelming. But of course, Seungmin’s eyes locked onto mine the moment I stepped into the room. I looked away quickly, but I could still feel the weight of his gaze, like he was silently judging me.

I sat back down, and instead of the usual polite distance, Seungmin’s posture shifted. He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly. He didn’t even try to hide it this time—he was looking at me, not pretending. It felt like a challenge

"Y/N, you must be upset about the tour, huh? I mean, it’s hard to believe someone with zero work ethic would want to spend months on the road."

I freeze for a moment, the sting of his words hitting harder than I expected. I quickly grab a bottle of water from the table, my hands gripping it tighter than necessary. "Zero work ethic?" I repeat, trying to steady my voice, though my insides are already starting to heat up.

Seungmin just shakes his head, his smirk growing wider. It’s the kind of look that says he knows exactly what he’s doing—pushing my buttons.

Jeongin, sitting next to him, shifts uncomfortably. I catch him pursing his lips, like he can feel the tension building, but he doesn’t step in. He’s not the type to get involved when things get like this.

"Seungmin," Chan warns, his voice sharp, eyes flicking to me for a brief moment, as if checking to see if I’m alright.

But Seungmin doesn’t back down. His smirk only deepens, unapologetic. "What? It’s true."

I force a tight smile, trying to keep the tension from spiraling. "Just because I don’t act like you doesn’t mean I don’t work hard." My voice remains calm, though there's an edge to it I can’t hide.

Seungmin raises an eyebrow, his indifference clear. “Sure, if you say so.”

Jeongin glances between the two of us, quiet as ever, looking unsure whether to intervene or just let the silence stretch. The room feels heavy now, like something is bound to snap.

"Damn, Jeongin, you really have to share a dorm with this guy?" I tease, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "Must be tough."

Jeongin laughs, shrugging casually. "Eh, it’s not so bad. I’ve learned to block him out."

The next morning, I’m up earlier than usual, the soft hum of the early morning filling the empty practice room as I set up for the day. The others won’t be here for another hour or so, so it’s just me and the quiet buzz of the lights overhead.

I stretch my arms above my head, letting out a soft yawn as I glance over at the setlist for today’s practice. The last few days had been draining, but at least it’s finally time to focus. I always feel more in control when I’m alone in the practice room, away from all the chaos and outside noise.

The door creaked open, and I barely registered the sound as I lay there, too far gone in my deep sleep. My bag was still my pillow, and the soft hum of the room blended with the quiet morning. I had no idea how long I'd been out, but at this point, I was completely unaware of the world around me.

“Is she really sleeping?” Chan’s voice broke the silence, and I felt the slightest shift in the air as the others filed in.

“She’s passed out,” Jeongin commented, his voice soft, almost amused.

“Did she stay here all night?” Hyunjin’s voice was filled with curiosity.

I heard footsteps approach closer, and then a slight pause.

“She’s really out of it,” Hyunjin added quietly, as if not wanting to disturb me.

Seungmin’s voice cut through the moment with a hint of sarcasm. “Guess that’s what happens when you don’t know how to pace yourself.”

The others fell silent, and I could almost feel Seungmin’s eyes on me, like he was sizing me up from where he stood.

“Seungmin,” Chan’s voice was gentle but firm, a soft warning.

“What? I’m just saying. Looks like she needed a nap after all her slacking.” Seungmin’s tone was cool, but I could hear the sharp edge in his words.

Jeongin shifted uneasily. “Don’t be so hard on her. Maybe she’s just tired.”

Seungmin scoffed lightly. “Yeah, tired from what exactly?”

The tension in the room was palpable as they quietly moved around, but I stayed completely still, lost in sleep. I couldn’t hear what they were doing, but I could feel the presence of the group lingering in the room as the conversation simmered.

"Let her sleep," Hyunjin finally suggested, trying to ease the mood. “She’s earned it.”

Seungmin didn’t respond immediately, but I could feel his lingering gaze. “Whatever," he muttered under his breath, and the sound of footsteps faded as the rest of the group began to settle into their own practice.

The room was filled with quiet murmurs, the sound of the guys settling into their space, but I remained blissfully unaware of the world around me, still lost in my deep sleep.

Seungmin, after a moment of silence, snorted under his breath. “Well, she’s certainly dedicated to her ‘rest.’”

“I’m surprised she didn’t set an alarm,” Jeongin commented, glancing at the time.

“Let’s just leave her for a bit,” Hyunjin suggested. “She probably needs it.”

But after a few minutes, the door creaked open again, and the sound of footsteps became unmistakable as the girls entered.

“Y/N? You okay?” Leah’s voice was soft but loud enough to get my attention.

My body shifted slightly as I felt someone tap my shoulder. I groggily blinked open my eyes to find Leah standing over me, concern written on her face.

Ari, standing just behind her, added with a teasing smile, “Looks like someone fell asleep on the job.”

I let out a small groan, rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

Kat glanced at her watch. “Late enough for practice to start... and early enough for you to be passed out in here.” She grinned, clearly amused by the situation.

I pushed myself up slowly, still half asleep, trying to shake off the lingering fuzziness in my head. “I was just... resting.”

Leah raised an eyebrow. “Resting, huh?” She didn’t seem convinced.

“You didn’t even wake up when the guys came in,” Ari said with a laugh. “Must be nice to sleep that soundly.”

As I glanced over at the boys, who were now moving around and getting ready, I noticed Seungmin leaning against the wall, his arms crossed with that signature smirk on his face.

“You know, you should probably wake up earlier if you want to be prepared for the day,” he said, his voice dripping with that same sarcasm.

I frowned, still trying to fully wake up, but tried to ignore him. “Maybe I just work in my own way,” I muttered under my breath.

Ari caught my expression and smirked at me. “Seungmin, huh?”

I didn’t respond right away, instead shaking my head slightly to clear it. “Let’s just get started,” I said, standing up and grabbing my bag.

The rest of the girls followed me as I began to stretch and get into position, trying to focus on the day ahead. But even with the change of the group dynamic, I could feel the weight of Seungmin's words still hanging in the air. He was definitely not one to let go of something so easily.

[plasmas-arcade]

Bucky for Congress - SFW

Collaboration with @over-usedlittlespoon

Summary: After mass amounts of people start to write in Bucky Barnes for their vote for congress, Bucky decides it's time to step up, though can he commit?

Themes/Tags/Warnings: Stucky, Background Winterwidow, Crack treated seriously, politics, campaign manager tony

Word Count: 2.8k

Tony blinks at his phone, and he starts to laugh. "No way! Why didn't you tell me Bucky?" 

Steve tilts his head. "Tell you what?" 

"You're running for office!" Tony nearly chokes from laughter. "Are you serious about this?"

Bucky blinks. “What are you talking about? I’m not running for office.”

Tony shows Bucky his phone. "I don't think you have a choice. People are writing you in." 

There's a lot of posts about how Bucky is the best option for the job, and a trending hashing of #writeinbarnes. 

Steve looks shocked. "Is this one of those meemees?"

Bucky scrolls through the posts. “I don’t know shit about running for office? Surely it won’t go anywhere.”

Tony shrugs. "You never know. If enough people write you in, you might have a chance." 

Bruce chuckles as he walks in, looking at his phone. "You gonna accept the people's nomination?"

“…Should I?” Bucky thinks. “Maybe we should do one of those public appearances. Answer some questions about it to see if people really think I’m good enough.”

Tony starts to get excited. "Yes! Yes a rally!" 

Steve looks unsure. "Can't those be dangerous?" 

Tony is already typing rapidly on his phone. "We'll keep it small. Nothing major. And it'll be safe."

Bruce shakes his head, laughing softly. "Tony has always wanted to be a campaign manager."

Bucky blinks, also seeming just as unsure as Steve. “Okay. I guess.”

——

Bucky glances at himself in the mirror, taking off the tie Tony is trying to force him to wear. “Why can’t I just wear my clothes?”

Tony groans. "You gotta look the part! Here." He offers a different tie. "You can wear it loose. But all politicians wear ties. I think." 

Steve peeks his head in. "You've got a pretty good crowd, Buck. A lot of people excited to see you."

Bucky finds a rainbow tie, wearing it loose, a good contrast to his black suit. “Okay. Get me out there.” He looks unamused with the stuffy outfit Tony has forced him into.

Tony ushers him out onto the small stage, waving at the people in the crowd. Steve was right, there is a pretty big crowd. 

They all cheer and clap loudly when Bucky appears. Steve smiles at that, giving Bucky an encouraging look. 

Tony guides Bucky to the mic. "Alright, folks! If you haven't already gotten a chance, we've got a line for asking questions!" 

There is a line leading up to the stage with people who want to ask Bucky things.

Bucky waves a little awkwardly, “Uh… hi. This is a lot of people. It’s pretty hot out, so uh make sure you’ve all got waters. I think we’ve got some people going around handing some out.”

Bruce has a medical station set up, and Peter is helping make sure cold water is being distributed and there is plenty of shade for everyone. 

The first person steps up to the mic. "Hi! I was wondering what your thoughts were on reproductive rights?" 

Tony winces a bit. That’s a hardball question off the bat.

“Serious stuff right away, huh?” Bucky thinks. “Well, I don’t really think my thoughts really matter. I’m not a woman. I can’t get pregnant. But who am I to say what women should and shouldn’t be allowed to do with their own bodies. That’s their choice.”

The crowd politely listens, then once Bucky is finished talking they start cheering and clapping again in approval. A few people look dissatisfied, but that seems to be a minority. 

Tony gives Bucky a double thumbs up. 

"Hello! Uh, I was wondering, what's one thing you would try to do while in office if you got elected?"

“Well… What do you want me to do? I represent you guys, right?” Bucky chuckles, looking around at the big crowd.

The crowd murmurs, collectively considering this. 

"Advocate for LGBTQ rights?" Someone shouts out, and the crowd looks to Bucky for his reaction.

Bucky nods. “Yeah, I want that. Did you guys really think I’m straight?”

There's laughter and clapping, people smiling up at Bucky. 

A man comes up with his kid, and he lifts the little boy up to the microphone. "Hi!" He waves and smiles adorably. "I was... I was wonder if you could ask comgress for free lunches at school."

“Is that not a thing already? Are you kidding?” Bucky frowns. “I’ll ask for you, buddy.”

The little boy smiles widely. "Thanks you!!" 

The dad smiles as well. "Thank you. Lunch debt has been kicking a lot of people's... butts." He ruffles his kid's hair. 

After a few more questions, Tony initiates a break for Bucky. "Everyone get some water, we've got some free snacks over that way, if you need sunscreen go see the medical tent!" 

Steve hugs Bucky tightly. "You are doing amazing." He smiles proudly. "How are you feeling?"

“Confused. Why does our country suck ass?” Bucky leans against Steve. “Maybe I can help them.”

Steve wraps an arm around him. "Because there's nobody like you running it." He chuckles. He thinks for a moment. "... I think you can." He kisses his head. "But only if you want to. You don't have to do this if it isn't what you want."

“I’ll need to hear more from the people. I don’t wanna be sitting up in an office like a dumbass.” Bucky frowns.

Steve nods. "You're already miles ahead of everyone else." He chuckles. 

When Bucky comes back out, there are more people with a few more questions. Soon enough another hard one gets asks. 

"What is your stance on the mutant rights movement?"

“I’m a mutant. I want rights. I want every mutant to have rights. Regardless of what planet they’re from too.” Bucky points at the mutant flag pin on his suit.

There's thunderous applause and cheering at that. 

Bucky's rally quickly goes viral. Tony couldn't be more thrilled, putting up the news in the kitchen while they eat breakfast the next morning. 

"Will New York see their first mutant congressman? Will he take the debate stage with the other candidates? Stay tuned with us to see what we learn in the coming days."

Bucky looks excited, deciding to be a little more active on social media, wanting the best bet he can have. “What else can I do?” He pours coffee.

Peter slides his mug over to get some coffee as well. "You could host a charity event! It can even be online if you want." 

Tony snaps his fingers. "Yes! That's perfect. You don't need campaign funds because you have a super sexy billionaire buddy," he winks, "But people are asking to donate money. We can direct it to a charity."

“Natalia’s Survivors of Hydra campaign probably needs more funds.” Bucky lets Tony spend the day sorting that out, going out into New York and seeing what he can do. He’s soon caught on camera pulling out some anti-homeless spikes.

A cop starts to approach Bucky, but someone blocks him, then another person. Soon enough, a small crowd is in the area keeping the police off of Bucky so he can keep working. 

Several people are filming, some livestreaming. Steve grabs his jacket to head to where Bucky is, smiling to himself.

Bucky gets all the spikes out, making sure the cop doesn’t hurt any of the people who helped.

Someone offers Bucky a water bottle. "Wish I was strong enough to do that." He chuckles. 

Steve makes sure the cop backs off with his winning Captain America smile, then puts his hands on his hips to check out Bucky's work. "Taking up a new hobby?" He teases.

Bucky chuckles. “A new hobby? I’ve been doing shit like this since the 40s.”

Steve grins. "And you're just as sexy now as you were then." He kisses Bucky's cheek. "C'mon, I wanna show you something." He takes Bucky's hand.

Bucky tilts his head, squeezing Steve’s hand and following him. “What?”

Steve leads him down the sidewalk, taking him past a local school. On the fence surrounding it are signs made by kids with different drawings, some of Bucky. They all read in different handwriting:

Free lunches! Vote Barnes!

Bucky covers his mouth, looking amazed. He takes a picture of it, posting it on his Instagram. He flaps his hands. “What else can I do?”

Steve grins, loving seeing Bucky so happy. "Well, Peter said you could livestream on your Instragram. Give people a chance to talk with you in a more casual way. We could do it after dinner?"

Bucky nods rapidly. 

Bucky later attempts to prop up his phone after starting the stream, looking at Peter. “Did I hit the right button?”

Peter nods, helping him set his phone up. "Yep! You've got a few people watching already." He points to the hearts on the screen and the comments coming in. 

"awesome thing today with the anti homeless shit!"

"ur handsome"

"do u have a bf"

"when's your next rally?"

Steve sits close by, but not in the shot, not wanting to take Bucky's spotlight.

Bucky looks at the comments, “Uh… Thanks! My next rally is next week, it’s on my Neocities. And I do have a boyfriend.” Of course he has a fucking neocities.

Peter gives a thumbs up, joining the livestream on his phone so he can monitor it. 

"excited to vote for you!"

"#mutants4barnes"

"will you debate the other candiates?"

"who is your bf?"

“Uh… I think I can try a debate? I’m not sure what that would look like.” He raises a brow. “My boyfriend? Steve, obviously.”

Steve smiles softly, taking Bucky's hand and squeezing gently. 

"do u have pets"

"who's your favorite avenger?"

"#gays4barnes"

Bucky reaches down to pick up Alpine, holding her like a baby. “Uh… I like Wanda. And Natasha. Everyone is cool, but Wanda could totally kick my ass.”

The chat goes crazy when Alpine is visible, people sending "awwwwws" and cat emojis. Others are excited about Bucky's Avenger choice. 

The rest of the stream goes well, and Peter gives Bucky an excited hug once it's over. "That was awesome! You did great!" 

Steve kisses Bucky. "You're way better at this stuff than me." He chuckles. "I always have a script."

Bucky kisses Steve’s cheek. “I just be honest.”

Peter kisses Alpine's head. "That's why people like you. Politicians usually aren't." 

Natasha comes up to Bucky the next day and gives him a big hug, holding him tightly. "You won't believe how much money we've raised since just yesterday!"

Bucky kisses her cheek. “Really? That’s amazing.” He’s wearing some clothes fans have given him.

Natasha nods. "You are amazing." She takes his hand. "I want you to know that even if you don't get elected, what you're doing is already making a difference." 

Tony raises his brows at Bucky. "New wardrobe? I dig it."

“I love you.” Bucky has on a nice leather jacket with patches all over it, under that being a handmade shirt that says “I love my gay fans”.

Natasha chuckles. "I love you too. And your outfit."

Steve smiles at the shirt. "Look at you!" He looks so proud. "He's gonna be more famous than me. Maybe even you, Tony." 

Tony rolls his eyes. "Not possible. But good effort."

Bucky giggles. “I think I should wear this to the debate today.”

Tony quirks a brow. "... y'know, I think you're right." He smirks. "It'll throw them off for sure." 

Natasha rubs Bucky's back. "You nervous?"

“Well, yeah. I’ve never done this before. But it can’t be that hard? It’s just arguing with a bunch of old guys.” Bucky shrugs.

Peter giggles. "And you do that every day!" He blurts out, then covers his mouth. 

Steve wheezes. "Ouch!" 

Natasha chuckles. "You'll do great."

Bucky shows up relatively on time, still surprised by the amount of support for him.

The other two candidates look unimpressed by Bucky. 

Tony shoots them both a glare. "Alright, just remember. They are gonna lie about shit. Keep your cool, and you'll get them riled up." He dusts Bucky off, looking him over.

Bucky nods, stepping out and waving to all his fans, blowing them kisses. He’s been doing a thing where he holds up signs people give him from the audience, holding up a few before he takes his place. “Thank you!”

The other two candidates don't get nearly as much applause and cheering, and they look miffed about it. 

The moderator smiles and waits for the crowd to die down. "Alright! First question tonight is... if elected, what would be your first move in office?" 

The first candidate, an older man who looks like it's painful for him to smile, has his turn first. "I will make sure that the mutant registration bill is passed." He blinks when half the room boos him. "B-Because the rise in mutant-related crime has been cause for concern not only in New York but across the country. In fact-" 

A buzzer chimes, and it's Bucky's turn.

“Starting a project to provide housing for the mutants displaced by their families who passed in the fight against Thanos.” Bucky answers, basing his reply off what the person before him had said.

The crowd cheers and claps at that,  even those not there for Bucky. The other candidates look annoyed. 

"I'm going to work on solidifying foreign policy." The younger of the two old men says vaguely, gaining him scattered applause. 

"Alright! Next question... what policies do you hope to support in regards to education?" 

Bucky gets to go first.

Bucky thinks for a second. “I support diversifying education to better support mutant and disabled students. And free school lunches for all students, with support from the food waste recovery project.”

The crowd cheers and claps, and Steve, Tony and Natasha all give Bucky thumbs ups and smiles. 

The older candidate scowls. "Okay, are any of us really taking this guy seriously?" He looks across the crowd. "He's a former soviet spy, for Christ's sake. What are his qualifications?" He scoffs. 

The moderator blinks. "Sir, did you want to answer the-" 

"And another thing! You think you know what’s best for all mutants, don't you? That you can speak for them? I have plenty of mutant friends who support my efforts!"

Bucky stretches his arms above his head. “My name’s Bucky Barnes. I’m a veteran of the U.S. military. I’ve fought in two major wars, the one against Hitler and the one against Thanos. What did you do?”

The crowd cheers in support of Bucky, the older guy losing popularity points pretty quickly for attacking a veteran. 

"I... I've helped the local economy! I run a major business, and I went to law school." 

"He flunked out of law school." The other candidate chimes in, smirking a bit. 

The moderator gives each candidate time to say whatever they want at the end. The older man goes first. 

"Folks, don't let the woke mob take over our state. We don't need a gay mutant with no real qualifications trying to be in congress, it's just ridiculous. Vote for me, and I'll keep ridiculousness like that far away from our government."

Bucky adjusts his mic. “Y’all. I’m not gonna tell you how to think, I’m not gonna tell you what to feel. I don’t run a business, I don’t get any money doing this, if anything I have everything to lose running for office. The only reason I’m here is because I want you all to be heard. I want to be the voice of the people in that room where they decide what happens to your lives.”

There is a beat of silence, then a huge round of applause, nearly the whole room joining in. 

The younger of the two candidates comes up to Bucky afterwards. "I don't know how real all of that was." He chuckles. "But it worked, and I gotta respect that. Good luck. Let's beat that guy." He jabs a thumb over to the other candidate, who is giving Bucky a death glare.

Bucky shrugs. “Everything about me is real. No note card, no script, no man behind the scenes. My manager may be rich, but he has no fucking idea what he’s doing. And I kinda think that’s what this place needs.”

The man quirks a brow. "Impressive. We'll see how long it lasts." He pats Bucky's shoulder. 

Steve comes up and hugs Bucky tightly. "You were amazing! They loved you!"

Bucky kisses Steve sweetly. “You really think so?” He yawns. “I need some sleep.”

Steve wraps an arm around Bucky's shoulder, guiding him off the stage. "I really do. And you deserve some sleep." He chuckles. 

When they step outside, there's a crowd cheering and clapping for Bucky. Tony and Natasha work on crowd control, giving Bucky and Steve space to leave.

Bucky waves, blowing people kisses and accepting some items fans are handing him from the crowd.

A little girl hands him a drawing of Alpine, smiling shyly. Her mom chuckles. "She loves seeing the videos of Alpine. We watch them together."

Bucky smiles at the girl, taking the drawing. “You drew this yourself? It looks so good.”

The little girl flaps her hands and giggles. "Thank you!" 

Steve smiles fondly, and he pets Bucky's hair on the car ride home. "I'm so proud of you." He says softly.

[mxtwister]

Merline DLC please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

[averycutesalamander]

so after boots, what other hsr characters do you like?

hm. well. hmmmm. ahhh.. uhhhhhhhhhhh

[shegoesbyjoy]

collecting images of lu guang's smile from this season like they're precious gemstones

[viewerspookyhappenings]

daniel what the fuck does this mean

[lexa-griffins]

Farm Lexa has this hand bound book she made back when she was around sixteen. She made it to keep her pressed flowers. The very first page has pressed daisies and a date below them followed by a happy scribble, "Clarke asked me on a date."

The dandelion Clarke put in her hair after their first kiss. A black eyed susan they picked after their first time as they walked around the run down farm.

The petals of the deep red roses Clarke gifted Lexa the day they decided to get engaged.

One of each of the flowers Lexa walked down the aisle with. One of each of the flowers from Clarke's bouquet.

The english primrose that popped up in Lexa's garden not long after little Madi laughed for the first time.

The Lilly of the Valley a baby Saige found fascinating because fairies lived in them.

The poppies the twins ended up ripping from her garden because it matched their hair.

The small piece of baby's breath that showed up around the tree where they buried their baby soon after Lexa stepped out of her grief.

The sunflower petals that remind her of Clarke and their little sunshine boy Aden.

Every wild flower the kids offered her. At least one petal from the bouquets Clarke got her. Her favorite flowers from her garden. The ones she found on walks. All dated, all with a note on why they made her smile.

[canine-teethed-sheets]

FELLAS I GOT GREAT NEWS @psycho-chair @unknownarmageddon

I GOT OUR PICTURE PRINTED‼️‼️ WOOOHOOOOO💥💥💥

( art credit is given, dw chair :3 :3 )

[wheresmyfuckinfamiliar]

HEY GUYS

DINO RUN 2 IS IN THE WORKS

please god does anyone else remember this creature

look at him. he will return..........

this is not a plugged post. i am simply excited. wishing pixeljam all the best and nothing but bounty for their hard work

[mango-peach-strawberry]

AHHH WAKE UP BABE NEW NIGHTMARGIN GAME ANNOUNCED

[silverselfshippingchaos]

i am SO unwell about f.f16

[iridescentis]

going fucking insane about dan rn send help im gonna screech

already cried once today because he's so fucking inspiring and has legitimately helped my outlook on life and i CANNOT handle it

[grislyintentions]

Oh??? A honest opinion meme?

Don't mind if I do.

So, you're really cool, you're really chill, and you're really like.... ..idk, I feel so relaxed and this nice sense of peace when I get the chance to chat with you. You're also extremely sweet and I love reading your thoughts and your opinions on things. You're just an all around nice human bean, thanks for being so nice to me and for sparing me a second of your time when you get the chance.

As far as roleplay goes, you too are the bees knees. You be cooking with your takes, and I love the way you portray your characters. It's so well done, I can tell that you put lots of thought into each and every one of them and I'm always excited to read your stuff, your thoughts or threads with me or others. I have not gotten the chance to interact with your OC yet but I am looking righ t at them I am just a slug and move very slow.

Thanks for being so awesome, you are a true gem, you are one of the beaniest of human beans who has ever beaned so keep beaning awraxawraxa. yOU'RE COOL OKAY.

Meme (x) || @inavagrant