#better than the original! 💗

[ellameloetta]

i’ve lowkey missed my yumeship a lot so i decided to bring them back for the tail end of autism acceptance month 💗💗💗

i also had some screenshot edits of them i never actually posted so ya’ll get those as a little bonus ;3

OH. AND ALSO. pinkypool cameo!! character belongs to @lady-nuggetz!! <<< go check out her stuff she’s super duper cool :3

[onmykneesforcourtneyeaton]

hear me out no.28 reader asks lottie to come with her into the woods to “hunt” and reader is wearing a skirt ... you fill in the blanks!💗

Ooohhhhh fun one! 🤭

PS: I misread your initial ask and wrote it as if Lottie asked reader to go, I fixed the whole thing and had the reader ask Lottie to go to the woods… my phone did not save it… My apologies anon I can’t be assed to retype that all again. So it’s kinda close to original ask! I hope this is satisfactory! 🫣

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Eyes On Me

Lottie x fem!r

Prompt #28: “no underwear? did you plan this?”

Warnings for: coercion, loss of virginity, pain-play, 18+ only

Lottie approaches you rather quickly, she looks around with wide eyes scanning the surrounding huts and looks at the other girls. She hasn’t asked anything yet so you stop the chore you pulled for today and give her your undivided attention, “how can I help you Lottie?”

“I need your help y/n, I pulled the fucking hunt card somehow today and you know the snares better than I do. Maybe you could be of some use to me and come help.” Her lip twitches with a smirk that you barely intercept. You could help her, it would give you some alone time with the tall and tanned girl that’s been on your mind recently. Last night you had your hands shoved down your shorts trying to relieve some tension that had been caused by her. It hadn’t been as good as it could have been had it been her fingers… or her mouth.

You smile softly and shake your hands clean of the dust and ash that had accumulated on them from the fire, you had been emptying the old ashes from the pit. “Sure Lot, let me go tell Taissa I won’t be finishing my chore. I’ll be right back.”

“N-no, we can go now. Let’s go, you’ll be fine y/n. I want you to come now.” She hurries you. Lottie places her hand on the small of your back and guides you into the entrance of the woods. Lottie pushes you down to the ravine where the water laps at the edges but doesn’t rush quickly. You turn to look at her confused.

“Lot, this isn’t where the traps are silly.” You say as you gaze up at the beautiful tall girl. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, it looks like she’s thinking of what to say - maybe an excuse. “What is it Lottie?”

“You can’t go around looking like this and expect me not to take what I need from you, what were those noises from your hut last night?” Lottie asks as she takes hold of your wrist tightly.

Your eyes widen, “Lottie how do you know I was making noises in my hut last night? Your hut is all the way across the clearing.”

“I was outside listening to you. You sounded so wet.” Lottie admits freely with no shame.

This emboldens you more, “just ask for what you want, be a big girl. Use your big girl words.” She grips your wrist tighter and pulls you against her.

“Don’t fucking piss me off, answer me. What were you doing last night? Why were you making noise?” Lottie presses you as she looks you up and down, she eyes your skirt and smirks.

“I had my fingers buried inside myself, is that a good enough answer for you?” You snark back.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Why does that matter?” Your brows furrow at Lottie’s question.

“Because I need to know if someone else has had you before, I’m possessive with my things.” Lottie quips. You nod your head, you’ve just been forced to give a few meaningless handjobs and blowjobs here and there. But you’d kept your legs closed, because you knew you were a lesbian and that much you wanted to keep for yourself. There have been a few boys that attempted to sleep with you and failed. Lottie nods, pleased with this information. “Good girl.”

You feel your body being pushed down suddenly, it feels like you’re falling in slow motion. Your back is flat on the leaves and sticks, she pays it no mind as she crawls over you. Then Lottie’s body is completely over yours, her hips are slotted in between yours. She makes eye contact for a moment, and you can tell she wants to kiss you. You give the faintest nod, consent if she cared. You liked this. And she’s back to the game she started, she’s moving down to press her lips to yours. Both of your lips are slightly chapped after living in the wilderness, but it’s just such a human quality. It’s just such a personal thing to get to feel her chapped lips that you feel yourself getting wet. You feel silly that this is what starts it. Not even her words earlier, but your rough lips as you make out on the forest floor has you feeling like a hole ready to be filled.

She towers over your body, the height difference is still very apparent horizontal and she likes it. She likes completely overcoming your small body with hers. She takes this opportunity to run a hand over your throat teasing the fact that her hand could choke you out with minimal effort, but she refrains. She must be impatient, because after a few minutes of kissing her lips are ripped away from yours.

“Eyes on me little one, open your legs. I wanna see your pussy.” Lottie wastes no time, she assists in pushing your thighs open. Her eyes shoot back up to yours, “no underwear? Did you plan this? How did you know I would bring you here?”

You lay there, cunt exposed and weeping for her, you shake your head trying to feign innocence. “No I-I honestly didn’t, I just thought I could go without… today?”

“That’s a bullshit answer and you know it.” Lottie sticks two fingers inside, you gasp and grab her wrist. Her fingers are much thicker than your own.

“Lottie, what the fuck?” You gasp.

“You’re already soaked, it’s okay. I’m just checking that you are telling me the truth.” She lets her fingers probe your insides and hums happily.

“Lottie I’ve masterbated with… stuff before, I don’t know if everything is how you think it will be. And that whole “cherry popping” thing for virginity is just a myth.” You say breathily as she keeps exploring and rotating her fingers through your soaked hole.

She shakes her head, not satisfied with your words, “no y/n, I want to take your virginity. I will have it.”

You nod, “okay, okay. I’m yours, take me.”

“You’re being such a good little girl for me, I want more fingers in you. I love stretching you out already. I think you can take more, let’s see.” Lottie takes her two fingers out and wets an additional two, again with no warning she enters you with four fingers. This time you do feel something stretch or tear you’re not sure which.

“Ow ow ow, Lottie. I’m so full it hurts. Please.” You beg and try to pull back slightly. She grabs your shoulder and pulls you back down.

She looks at you with her big round doe eyes, “please, please let me. I swear it’ll feel good in a second. I’ll stretch you okay? Let me make it better.” She keeps her four fingers buried, but she compensates. She lowers her mouth to your clit and wraps her lips around it. You take the win, you’ve never been eaten out before and now you have Lottie’s lips on your pussy.

“Ohhhhh fuck me, okay okay okay. Yeah that’s a little better.” You tell the girl who is buried inside of you.

She starts fucking her fingers in and out while suckling on your clit steadily. It’s painful but it’s mixed with pleasure, it’s wonderful. Her free hand grips your thigh to keep you spread and she grasps it so hard you can tell it’s gonna bruise in the morning.

“Lottie fuuuckkkkk, I’m so full.” You moan out.

She nods and those eyes are so full of joy you can’t imagine doing anything but this for her, “you’re doing so good my girl, thank you for letting me take this moment from you. I needed this so bad.”

She starts curling her fingers in an upward motion and that cuts the pain down even more, the stretch begins to feel desirable. And she lowers her mouth again. With these motions being continued at a steady pace you’re sure to cum for her soon and she knows it. She wants it. All of the sudden you feel a warm hand press down on your lower stomach, underneath your shirt.

“Lottie I feel like I’m gonna pee, don’t do that!” You yelp.

She ignores this and keeps going, pressing her hand harder. You try to push her hand away and she swats you on the thigh. She hums around your clit, pushes in deeper while drawing her fingers upwards and the hand on the stomach pushes down. Suddenly something is happening that you’ve never done before. You’re squirting liquid all over Lottie’s face. And she look so happy about this! But fuck did that feel good, maybe you’re just happy about this too.

You let your body relax and Lottie begins to pull her fingers out, admiring the work she’s done. She beams at the gaping hole and leans down to kiss it before standing, leaving you there laying in your mess. She goes to the running water to rinse her face and hand. You hear her say, “thank you for accompanying me, we’ll be back here soon, okay?”

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all for you - ⭐️

seasons of time - college au 📝

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look what you made me do - series if reputation inspired songs

short n’ sweet (sns)- a series inspired by sabrina carpenter songs from the album of the same name

1989 - a series inspired by taylor swift songs of the same name

love & money - ceo and or sugar daddy stories - 💵

my only one - stories about the boys as husbands and fathers - 🌸

• three simple words - You were his first serious girlfriend and his first for many things, and he was the first boy you had ever actually loved. For some reason saying those three simple words terrified you. 💗

• king of my heart - I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own. I made up my mind, I'm better off being alone. We met a few weeks ago. Now you try on callin' me "baby" like tryin' on clothes. 💗 ⭐️(rep)

• meet me in the hallway (feat: wonwoo x reader x ‘mingyu) - They been best friends their whole life. They’ve shared everything but they have never shared a girl. What happens when no one can keep their emotions out of this? 💗

• body and soul - after a rough day the only thing he wants to do is go on a motorcycle ride with you. (can be read as a connecting story to king of my heart) 💗⭐️

• never leave this bed - once your husband returns from a long trip you want nothing more then to stay in bed together. 💗🌸

• across the room - caught your eye across the room. No one can feel the tension between me and you. There’s no need to mention all the things I wanna do. You wanna do ‘em too. We both know we’d be over if they knew. 💗

• 15 minutes - “Or you could do both. Go suck the life out of him and then tell him you like him. You’re really good with your mouth. Your head game definitely made me emotional more than once.” He pats your back. 💗(sns)

• heaven knows (wonwoo x reader x mingyu) - who knew being roommates could turn into so much more. 💗

• intentions - Butterflies swirl around your stomach at his words. It’s become very obvious that Wonwoo has also wanted this for a while. Turns out your crush wasn’t so one sided. Maybe you were both just too blind to see what was in front of you. 💗

• craving humanity (vampire au) - you are the first person who has truly made him feel normal. 🩸💗

• I like you, maybe - an invited to your estranged father’s wedding leaving you scrambling to find a fake boyfriend. 💗

• I don’t understand but I love you - He met you when he was going through a rough patch. Everything felt dark, but you suddenly felt like sunshine on a rainy day. The darkness taking over him finally had light shining at the end of the void.

• beg for you (wonwoo x reader x mingyu) - “Hello my dear roommate. How are you?” He literally doesn’t even give you a second to answer. “Now, what do you think about being tied to the bed?” He’s calmed down, maybe a little, but not much. 💗

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@emilyskinners

3x03 // 3x06 // 3x08

[prettydaisygirl]

Congratulations on 500!! So have to be able to see you grow on Tumblr <3 you are one of the reasons why I check Tumblr everyday 💗

🌷 I have a request for the apocalypse James Potter x reader. IM IN LOVE WITH HIM AND I CAN EAT HIM WHOLE☺️

So I thought of a situation where they are looking for supplies in a space (shop?) which is filled with zombies. they are unaware of and as they realized it's too late(according to reader) so she waits till james runs out and closes the door behind him and locks herself with the zombies. But as they are about to reach her james saves her.

He is so angry with her they have an argument and reader confesses that you have a better surviving hope than me I'll just drag you and they have a heartfelt moment and maybe a little suggestive actions at the end ?

Ik it's a lot but I had this idea while studying and couldn't get it out of my head. Feel free to ignore it tho, No pressure ❤️💗

omg nonnie thank you so, so much for this idea, I love it!! I know it was originally for my celebration, but I wanted to give it time and it's own thing. Here it is, I hope you enjoy <3

James Potter and the Apocalypse (zombie AU) with fem!reader who has a very close call ✿ 1.5k words

cw: zombie apocalypse & associated warnings, fem!reader, reader has hair long enough to tangle/grab, near death experience, protective!James

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You meander through the shelves leisurely, hand out as you peruse your options. This is the first time in a long time that you and James have raided a store that isn’t completely empty and you almost feel overwhelmed by your choices. It reminds you of Before, when you could spend hours in a shop and somehow still find things you hadn’t seen. If you close your eyes, you could pretend.

You hear James messing around a few aisles down. You aren’t sure what he’s doing, and honestly it’s usually better if you don’t know. You pick up a pair of sunglasses, putting them on and checking them out in an old, grimy mirror. You smile at the nostalgia that floods through you and take them off, slipping them into your bag.

You hum to yourself as you step out of the aisle to find James. You find him putting some old bottles of soap in his bag. 

“What are you doing?” You ask him, and he grabs two more, one in each hand. “Do you need that much soap?”

“It’s not for me.” He says, and the corner of his mouth lifts. “I’m going to give them all to Sirius.” You can tell by the tone of his voice that some kind of prank will be involved, and you roll your eyes but you can’t help that a matching smile finds its way onto your face. You hold out a hand to help him up even though he doesn’t need it, moreso looking for an excuse to hold his hand. He stands, and backs you up against the store shelves. He grabs the highest one with one hand, leaning over you in a way that has your heart racing.

“You’re really pretty, you know?” His brown eyes darken as you tilt your face up toward his and smile softly, his words making butterflies erupt in your stomach. Your eyes flutter closed, and his lips have just barely pressed to yours when there’s a thud.

You both break apart, hearts pounding. It came from a door in the back of the store. 

The two of you lock eyes, the romantic moment completely shattered. You both immediately move into your normal emergency plan, jumping into action when there’s another thud, then another, then another. Louder and more frequent. 

James picks up his bag and you gesture toward the counter, where the buttons for the security doors are hidden. You take off your bag and James instantly takes it. 

“I’m going to close the security doors, just in case. Did we get everything we need?” You ask quickly, the two of you already moving in the same direction toward the front of the store. 

“I’ll get the doors.” James tries to argue with you but you stop him with a shove toward the front door.

“That’s not what we agreed on, James!” You say. James doesn’t get the chance to answer, interrupted by the door in the back of the store busting open. 

Things get really bad, really fast. There are dozens of them. You don’t know if there is a basement, a back room, or what, but it seems like an endless stream of them as they climb, crawl, and chase in your direction. James curses loudly just as you hop over the counter. He hesitates as he watches you and your heart leaps into your throat.

“James, go!” You shout at him, hand searching desperately under the counter for the button. The zombies continue pouring in, moving through the aisles in your direction as they follow your noise. “GO!”

“Not without you!” He argues, shoulder pushing the front door open to toss your bags out in the street. “Forget the doors, we have to go!”

“They’ll just follow us!” You argue, finally kneeling down to look for the button. Your heart pounds, and you feel like you can’t think probably as adrenaline courses through you. James shouts your name desperate and you hear a zombie’s body run into the other side of the counter, the loud thud and squelch making you jump. Your fingers catch the button and you press it, but as you stand, you come face to face with the zombie. 

It grabs for you, grimy nails and fingers close enough that you can feel the gust of air from the swipe against your face. It manages to snag a tangle in your hair and you shout as your body jerks forward, your face smacking into the countertop. You manage to pull back, only for more zombies to begin swarming the counter.

Everything slows down. The security doors begin to close, shutters slowly lowering with loud squeaks, the joints likely rusted. You meet James’ eyes, and you can see the fear and terror that you feel reflected back at you. He’s screaming something, but you can’t hear it over the growls and snaps coming from the growing pile of zombies in front of you. You see the moment James tenses, preparing to move in your direction, but you manage to shout.

“James, GO!” 

From there, things become a blur. Despite the sinking feeling in your gut that you might have just sealed your fate, your body’s instincts jump in. You manage to run around the counters, dodging biting mouths and grabbing hands in a mad sprint for the exit. You can only see James’ legs at this point, until he’s bending down to watch you. 

You leap, he grabs your hands to pull, and somehow you manage to slide through the crack in the security doors with less than a second to spare. You can hear the thuds of the zombies as they throw themselves against the metal shutters. 

James is on you instantly. He’s yelling in your face, cheeks wet with tears and the look in his eyes can only be described as frantic. He’s grabbing at you all over, gaze trailing over every part of you like he has to prove to himself that you’re alive. Because he does.

The ringing in your ears finally subsides as your body starts to tremble, and you pick up on his words. 

“What the fuck were you thinking? We could’ve ran! Holy shit.” It seems like his brain is racing and the words are slipping out without much thought. Your throat tightens and you feel yourself collapse into him. 

“I’m sorry…”  Your voice breaks and James gathers you into his arms. He holds you like you might float away and he’s the only possible thing that can ground you. Right now, you think that’s true. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you do that, huh?” He asks, voice thick as you hear him sniffle next to your ear. He shakes almost as much as you, and if the two of you weren’t still reeling from the panic and adrenaline, you’d probably want to get out of the street.

“I was just… following the plan.” Your voice is shaky and broken as you speak, hands gripping at the fabric of James’ shirt. Your knees would give out if it weren’t for his strong grasp around you, holding you up.

“Fuck the plan!” He pulls back just enough to look down at your face, one hand cradling your jaw. “If you’re going to die, fuck the plan and get out!” His face crumbles and so does his voice. “I thought I was going to watch you die…”

“James,” Your heart sinks, and you hug tighter, if that’s possible. Your next words are whispered so low, you almost hope he can’t hear them. But you have to say it. “I’m the one who pushes the button because you’re more important, you… the group needs you.”

He looks… gutted. Betrayed. Utterly heartbroken by your words, and he is immediately shaking his head. “How can you say that?”

“Look at you!” You say, gesturing to him, and he snatches your hand in midair.

“I don’t care.” He says, fingers wrapped around your wrist, thumb over your pulse. “You mean more to me than anything, I would give up everything for you.”

“And I would give up everything for you, I just did!” He only shakes his head again, and instead of continuing to argue, he lowers his lips to yours. 

The softness, the familiarity of him, has your muscles relaxing and your body unclenching. The thuds of the store are long forgotten as James tries to pour every ounce of his love into you. 

When he finally pulls away and gathers your packs, he keeps a tight grip on your hand the entire walk back. That night, he worships you like he’s never made love to you before, uncaring of if the others can hear in the rooms next to yours. He almost never wants to let you out of his sight again. He wants to always, always be there to protect you. 

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[slytherinshua]

BOYNEXTDOOR WITH KIDS !

summary. you invited your boyfriend to help you babysit! here's how he does. genre. fluff. warnings. kids but nothing else. not proofread. pairing. boynextdoor x fem!reader. wc. 675. request. originally a request from lovely 💗 anon for bonedo x baby fever gf reader. i kinda tweaked it a bit to be bnd with kids but implied that reader still has baby fever which is why they babysit <33 a/n. ugh i wish these were a bit better idk i tried my best!! i literally started writing it out as baby fever reader but then i was stumped how to do it differently for all 6 of them so... i hope this is alright ??? net. @onedoornet

PARK SUNGHO ﾐ 박성호

Sungho would do so well with the little girls you babysit. He would be so down to have a princess tea party with them, and they immediately are in love with him from that moment on. I can see them berating you two with questions about your relationship, especially if the girls were around 4 or 5. They successfully get Sungho to admit that yes he’s in love with you and yes he does plan to marry you someday (if he said no then the girls would have said true love was dead). They plead you to invite Sungho over again to play because they had such a good time. 

LEE SANGHYEOK ﾐ 이상혁

Riwoo is hesitant. He has no idea whether the kids will like him, much less if he would be any good with them. He hasn’t had much opportunity to be around children or babies, so he’s very cautious. He lets them take the lead, but soon finds that it’s easy to entertain them by challenging them to a dance battle or playing just dance lol. He’d probably win over the kids favour by buying them donut holes as well. Overall, he’s pleasantly surprised at how well it went, and maybe he understands your chronic baby fever just a little more now.

MYUNG JAEHYUN ﾐ 명재현

Jaehyun is best with little kids ages 3 and up. His energy matches them so well and he loves to play with them. His imagination also matches that of a little kid, so nothing is out of reach. Whether it’s playing with toys, a board game, or play pretend, he is fully invested in it. Every time he hangs out with the kids you take care of, he ends the day completely exhausted. But you know he had so much fun with the little ones. You just might have to recharge him with a long cuddle sessions cause he swears 6 hours of dance practice is less intensive than 1 afternoon of babysitting.  

HAN DONGMIN ﾐ 한동민

Surprisingly he is the number 1 match for your baby fever. He adores babies, especially the infants that you babysit. He loves to hold them, and they love to be held by him even more. His calm demeanour is very soothing for them. I could see any baby falling asleep in his lap super easily. His prior experience with his sister also helps. He knows how to be gentle and patient with kids, and really understands exactly what they need. In his mind there really isn’t anything cuter than babies :( He talks in a slight baby voice to them as well, he really can’t help it. 

KIM DONGHYUN ﾐ 김동현

I think Leehan would struggle the most. If there’s no common ground between him and the kids, it’ll be hard. But, if any of the kids you babysit are just slightly as weird as Leehan, good luck trying to separate them. I think he would definitely love to draw with the kids, but make sure he is not making any food for them. He’d be unable to say no to whatever they wanted, and they'd either get sick on sweets or sick from impulsively wanting to try his fish food. Then he'll probably be banned from ever going near them again by their parents. Although he doesn’t really get the appeal of little kids, he does admit that it was fun at times to hang out with them. He leaves the babysitting job to you, though.

KIM WOONHAK ﾐ 김운학

Woonhak is so good with kids omg!! At the beginning, he matches their energy so well, but he crashes so fast as well. He would accidentally make jokes that the kids take entirely seriously and end up having to comfort them when they cry. But, despite his mistakes, he’s great at rallying all the kids and being the leader for group activities. If you were babysitting 3+ kids at once, he could definitely help keep track of them all and keep them busy. He doesn’t feel confident with babies, though, as he’s worried he might do something wrong. They’re just so fragile and definitely outside of his comfort zone. 

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[chaostudee]

new years day, charles leclerc

summary : you and charles have been friendly from a distance but recently you have been yearning for him, at a new years eve party you find that your feelings are not unrequited. warnings : suggestive content, language, use of an original character. a/n : i feel like all i do is write smau's so here is a written fic for once 😭💗

charles looked good, almost too good. his shoulders were clad with a ferrari customized suit jacket, a black and blue tie hung around his neck yet his hair was the most jaw dropping part. his curls hung loose and carelessly fell as though he had simply just woken up. and whenever he spoke you caught a glimpse of his dimples. it could truly make anybody melt.

"you know he ended things with that charlotte girl" your friend kristy whispers which pulls you from your trance.

you look at her and roll your eyes. "and what do u expect me to do with that information?". you take a swig of your martini before then taking the olive and swirling it around in the liquid.

kristy takes a sip of her own beverage and chuckles at your reply. "you know damn well what you should do y/n". kristy runs a hand through her blonde hair and then drifts her gaze over to charles.

charles was now deep in conversation with carlos about god knows what but you couldn't pull your eyes away from him.

at that moment charles turned to find you looking right at him. charles's breath hitched when he met eye contact with you. to him, it seemed that everyday you got more beautiful and honestly he didn't know how much longer he would be able to control himself. the black dress that you were wearing really accented your curves and he could sense the confidence of you radiating.

charles smiles at you and nods whilst doing so. immediately a rush of warmth rushes to your cheeks and u flash him a small smile before turning away and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

kristy, having watched this interaction full on looks at you with her mouth hanging open. "girl he wants you baddd, i swear to god if you don't do something abour this tonight i might go insane".

you can't deny her words. maybe tonight could be the night that you reveal your feelings for him. "but i'm scared" you mumble and kristy nods at you sympathetically knowing your dating history. you had been dumped plenty of times and rejection was the usual for you.

"i know you are but y/n you have to do this because otherwise he really will just settle down with some other girl and you'll never get over it".

sure charles had been with many girls but he had always assured you that they were just casual relationships. truthfully that didn't make you feel any better.

"yeah you're right" you admit, finally coming to the realization that you have to make a move. you had seen the way other women had looked at him, and you resonated with them.

"i'm just going to go to the bathroom real quick can u mind my purse for me". kristy nods and shoos you off to the bathroom.

you walk off elegantly in fear that you would trip because wearing heels wasn't the usual but whenever you were in the presence of charles it was a must. he noticed you more and you craved his attention more than anything.

as kristy watches you walk in the direction of the bathroom a genuis idea creeped into her conscience. it was for your own good.

picking up your purse kristy picks up your purse and heads firmly over to charles. tapping him on the shoulder pulls him midst conversation.

before charles can speak kristy interjects. "can u give y/n her purse i gotta go" kristy points in the far off distance.

charles opens his mouth but he is interrupted once again. "aw thank you so much charles you are amazing, she's in the bathroom", kristy places a kiss on his cheek and walks off bristly.

kristy looks back and upon spotting charles walking towards you, she smiles knowing how this will end. and even so what harm does a little meddling do?

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taking a deep breath you look at yourself in the mirror, whilst running your hands under the warm water. the girl that you are greeted with in the reflection is clearly relunctant to go back to the party. kristy had dragged you along in the first place, social gatherings weren't really your scene but kristy always stook by your side and made it bearable.

"not much longer y/n and then u can go home" u whisper to yourself as an affirmation, looking at yourself in the looking glass one last time. you sigh and reluctantly exit the bathroom.

suddenly someone walks straight into causing you to stumble backwards but you are caught when you feel an arm fall into place on your lower back.

typically it's charles. "i'm so so sorry are you okay y/n i wasn't looking" he insists looking at you up and down making sure that he hadn't hurt you.

you clear your throat and steady yourself. "yeah no no i'm fine don't worry about it" you insist as you are more so thanking fate for letting this scenario play out.

you look at him and see that he is a holding a purse, your heart sinks for a moment but then you notice it's yours.

he follows your gaze. "oh yeah kristy wanted me to give this to you" charles suddenly remembers his primary task but it was hard for his brain to function when he was alone with you.

charles hands you your purse and for a moment time freezes as his fingers latch onto yours. you both lock your eyes on one another, both not daring enough to utter a single word.

the moment ends and your purse is returned to you and now you are left red faced and with a racing heart. charles sticks his hands into his trouser pockets and bites his lip nervously.

"so um how are you.....i um heard you and charlotte ended things".

charles nods and looks down at his feet. "oh yeah that was never going to work out".

you stare at him confused because he had seemed happy with her, happier than you had seen him with most girls.

"how come, you seemed so happy" you furrow your eyebrows as you speak.

charles looks back up at you and sweeps his tongue across the inside of his cheek. "she um thinks that i'm in love with someone else". this wasn't a lie, truth be told charlottle had seen the way that charles's eyes lingered too long and how his attention was grabbed everytime you spoke. she knew he would never feel the same way about her.

your eyes widen at this. had charles been cheating on charlottle?

"and are you?" you push the question wanting more information. even if the truth would hurt you wanted to know.

"well it's hard to love someone when you don't know if they feel the same".

"have you told her?"

"no um no i haven't".

"why not?"

"too hard" charles says bluntly.

"how come?"

"she means alot to me and i truly would never want to hurt her". charles looks at you innocently like those words mean nothing to you when infact they mean everything. because he is talking about you.

at this precise moment the countdown for the new year had just begun. you turn to charles but don't have the courage to muster what you want to say.

"um i think we should go and um-"

charles grabs your wrist. "stay, please".

you look down at his hand and back up at him, his eyes pleading for you to stick with him. how could resist that look.

"3"

"2"

"1"

as the bell rings for the new year you hear countless people cheering and popping champagne bottles.

but before you can even register your surroundings charles pulls you closer to him, decreasing the small gap that had distanced you before.

charles takes his hand and uses it to push a piece of your hair behind your ear. he then brings his mouth alongside your ear, his warmth breath fanning across your neck, causing you to shiver.

"happy new year y/n".

charles presses his lips against yours and at first its soft and everything you have been wishing for. his hand is tender on your cheek as your lips respond in sync. but then charles becomes more forceful taking dominance. you surrender and allow him to take the lead. you both pull away for a sliver of a moment to take a breath, your chests heaving trying to gather extra oxygen.

charles presses his forehead against yours and sighs.

"you don't know how long i've been wanting to do that" he admits with no shame that he had a desire for you for quite some time.

you chuckle because it had been the same for you. "i'm so glad you did" and at this charles smiles and presses a soft kiss on your lips once again.

"so now what?"

"now it's just me and you"

charles presses a kiss to your cheek and holds out his hand instructing you to take it. you walk through the main party entrance to find many couples making out and some strays downing alcohol.

kristy is in the corner chatting to a man, twirling her hair around her finger. charles leads you up the stairwell and kristy spots you and silenty to applauds her victory.

kristy sends you a wink and it suddenly registers in your mind that this was all her doing. you blow her a kiss and she catches it.

charles with his hand still tightly slotted into your own turns around to check on you. "you okay?" he asks.

you smile broadly and for once you can say confidently.

"i'm perfect".

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I’m Tired Anyways

Jungkook x bubbly OC

playlist • original scene •

WC: 2K

In which Jungkook shows you he genuinely cares about you in his own way

💗: HEAVILY inspired by that one scene in ‘When I Fly Towards You’! If you want to see the original scene I based this fic off of I linked it above and it starts at minute 19:32 💗 !

note: I wrote this fairly quick so please excuse mistakes 🥲

You wish you could stare at her with a genuine smile but how could you? There she was standing with your Jungkook! Maybe not yours yet but eventually your Jungkook!

You watched as they stood in front of a stand looking at all the souvenirs displayed on the table along with a variety of other objects.

“Are you aware you’re pouting like a kid who was just told no?” You stare back at your best friend of 4 years and let out a breathy sigh.

“Sua, do you think they’re still close?”

“Considering this is their first time seeing one another after 2 years…no,” you begin to smile, “but who says people can’t reconnect,” and it goes away in an instant.

“You’re not helping,” you say fully turning and staring at the variety of sunglasses on the rack in front of you.

“You know I’m only joking! You can’t seriously be this upset because Jungkook and a girl from his old school are catching up,”

You walked out of your English exam tired as fuck. You looked at the other students walking out along with you and every single one looked tired. Your exam group had to get up at 6 AM for your test which would be from 7 AM to 10 AM.

Not all 3 hours were used but if you wanted a good mark than you better use them. As you walked down the ramp to the exit you catch a glimpse of Jungkook walking back and forth clearly waiting for you at the exit.

“Jungkook!” you run to him with a completely different emotion from the prior. His group was slightly luckier with their test only being 2 and a half hours long.

“I thought your test ended a half hour ago. Were you waiting for me?” you liked to tease him. He wasn’t big on emotions but even a smile would do for you.

“Oh- uh I just came out now,” you can tell he was bluffing but let it go realizing your other three friends weren’t with him.

“Have Sua, Jimin, and Minhyuk not finished their tests?” you question as you watch his eyes trail to the left and stared at the three crouching on the floor.

“She’s so in love with him she doesn’t even notice us,” you hear Minhyuk say as you smile shyly at Jungkook as he lets a barely audible laugh.

The three walk towards you and Jungkook.

“Well I need some food in my system. Should we look up places to eat here?” Jimin’s already taking his phone out before you can all agree but all your attention is quickly taken when you hear a voice call Jungkook’s name.

“Jungkook! Is that you? I thought I recognized you!” it was an older man walking towards your group with a girl who looked your age.

“Mr. Fukutomi,” Jungkook turns and greets the elder with a handshake. He wore a green badge signifying he was a teacher.

“It’s been a while since I last saw you! You remember my granddaughter, Tsuki,” she waves at your entire group and you try your best to keep a smile.

He remembers her?

“I’m assuming you came here to take your annual science exam? How was it?”

“I did and it was fine. I enjoy science a lot,” he speaks as the four of you just watch and listen to their interaction.

“Well it’s almost lunch time. Have you all eaten?” he asks and stares at us all.

“We were just on our way sir,” you hear Minhyuk behind you. You could hear the desperation in his voice for this conversation to end so he could finally grab some food.

“You should let Tsuki show you around town and then have lunch together afterward. She practically grew up here,” the elder suggests making a hand movement towards Tsuki who just smiled.

Again. You hear Minhyuk let a quiet sigh at the thought of doing something before eating.

“Oh we wouldn’t want to bothe-” ”Nonsense! I’m sure you two would like to catch up too!” he cuts off Jungkook before wishing you all a great day and walking away.

You all wave goodbye to him and watch Tsuki walk closer to you guys.

“I know this great sight seeing area but we need to walk a bit far for it,” she says.

“You think we can grab some snacks or something first,” Jimin asks.

“Of course. We can stop at the souvenir shop around the corner. They sell tons of snacks from around the world,” she explains.

“Lead the way,” Jimin replies as she lets out a small laugh and you all begin walking.

You walk shoulder to shoulder with Jungkook before realizing Tsuki was on his other side and they were laughing and conversating so you walk slower to be with Sua who was behind you.

“What’s wrong?” she notices your head slightly down as you wrap your arm around hers. You don’t even realize when Jungkook took notice of you leaving his side as he stared back at you.

You looked upset which worried him. Maybe he’ll ask you when you guys arrive at the shop.

“Tsuki’s pretty,”

“So are you, Y/N,” she replies.

“Tsuki seems smart,”

“So are you, Y/N. Stop sulking before I tell Tsuki to leave. Besides you know how head over heels Jungkook is for you,”

No. You don’t. Often times your friend group would tease you and Jungkook and would always say how in love he was with you but you never fully saw it.

Sure he’s defended you multiple times, has come to your rescue on multiple occasions, and always walks you home but maybe that was just him being nice.

He’d have to do much more for you to feel fully confident in his feelings towards you.

“Stop it. You would never,” you say leaning your head on her shoulder following the pace of the group.

“Tsuki!” you hear her call out and immediately panic resulting in you giving her a minor hit on her arm before staring at Tsuki and smiling at her. You end up making eye contact with Jungkook who also turned around.

“Nothing! Are we almost there?” Sua ask.

“We’re here!” she says pointing the bright shop filled with a variety of snacks.

Jimin and Minhyuk run inside grabbing snacks they know your group would enjoy leaving you, Sua, Jungkook, and Tsuki outside to stare at all the keychains, bracelets, and postcards.

Tsuki drags Jungkook over to a table opposite of you and Sua before she begins picking out random items.

“Got them! Let’s go” Jimin and Minhyuk walk out of the store with 1 bag filled to the brim of snacks for the 6 of you.

Tsuki begins to lead the group once more to a different destination in mind.

This time she led you to a steep hill. Not too steep but steep enough. You felt your legs giving out just from looking at it.

“I told you guys it was a bit of a walk but I promise the sights on the way up are so worth it!” she says with desperation in her voice hoping you all wouldn’t mind.

When you got ready this morning you weren’t exactly dressing for a hike.

Tsuki smiles and begins walking up and was followed by Jungkook and wherever Jungkook goes so do Jimin and Minhyuk.

“Let’s go,” Sua says walking a slower pace then the rest yet you still felt the burn after some time.

“Up ahead is a famous landmark if you guys want to go even further. You can see further out and it’s pretty during the day. Besides it’s a weekday and not many people are around if you guys are up for it,” Tsuki told the group.

You had all been walking for about 20 minutes and had finally reached an area with a bench and a sight.

“Is it the same one that people post all over their Instagram accounts to seem adventurous? Because if so, I am in,” Jimin’s eyes light up

“Yeah I mean we’re already here,” Minhyuk says with energy received after eating a bar of chocolate.

The group begins to move again before you interrupt.

“You guys go ahead! I’m going to rest here and wait for you guys. My shoes are making it slightly uncomfortable to walk,” you voice gets audibly quieter as you speak.

You look at Jungkook whose eyes don’t leave yours for a second watching you lift your leg off the ground just slightly to ease the tension in it.

“I’ll stay with you if you want,” Sua says staring at you.

“It’s fine, really, go enjoy the view,” you say looking back at the group and realizing his eyes haven’t left your face at all.

His expression read worried before his attention was pulled by Tsuki, “Jungkook, let’s go?” she begins walking away and Jungkook stares at you one last time before following suit.

You watch as the rest of the group continues walking uphill and sit on the bench staring out.

It had been about half an hour since the group left and you were growing bored.

As you take out your phone a hand reaches in front of your face holding a carton of strawberry milk with a straw poked in.

Jungkook always does it for you.

“You didn’t go with the rest of the group?” you say smiling up at him and take the strawberry milk from his hands.

“I saw a stand of drinks when we were walking and you said strawberry milk always makes you feel better,” you listen to him as you take a sip of the sweet drink and watch him sit next to you.

“Besides, I’m tired anyways,” he looks back up to where the group originally left from before speaking once more, “…they’re probably going to take a while. Do you want to explore?” he says looking at you.

“Explore?” you stare at him as he smiles at you and begins grabbing your bag and placing it over his shoulder and allowing you to get up before walking a bit further down.

“Tsuki failed to mention there’s a cable car that takes you directly to the land mark,” Jungkook says leading you to the cable car waiting for passengers.

“Oh my god if Sua found out about this she would be so annoyed! She was also starting to get irritated with all the walking,” you say taking another sip of your drink.

He’s staring at you like you hung the stars and leads you to the cable car before the two of you sit and watch the trees pass by as the machine gets higher and higher.

“You’re not afraid?” he says looking over at you and you shake your head.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of when I’m with you,” you say with the biggest smile and he stares away before you can watch his face flush

From there you completely forgot about your friends, Tsuki, and time.

Jungkook led you to other areas he thought you’d like. He bought you both ice cream and even bought you a small plushie to put on your bag because you said it reminded you of him. Eventually you two ended up on the beach collecting shells and staring at the sunset. Afterwards you decided to enjoy the view from the pier.

You watched him staring out at the birds flying above the waters and promised yourself you wouldn’t give up. Even if it took you years for him to reciprocate his feelings you would not be giving up.

When he turned to stare at you it caused you to immediately fluster and face the sea pretending you weren’t staring.

He was the one watching you this time. He was thinking about the carnival that’s coming to your city soon. He was thinking about the fireworks they would be releasing at 10 PM sharp. He was thinking about how you would react to him asking you out.

Would you turn him down? Jungkook was well aware your feelings for him were serious but he was never sure how to make it obvious he too had them.

Would you say yes and kiss him like you had in his dreams?

He would just have to wait and hope for it all to workout.

[sugary-strawberry-shortcake]

Hi how are you? You can ignore this if you want it’s okay!

This is such a random question but what would happen if one day reader gets sick like before she escapes and because of that in her sick state she just talks and accidentally reveals her plans or the family finds something about it while trying to for some reason determine how she got sick? (I guess you could say an AU or just an overall divergence from the main plot line)

How would the family react to her getting sick? Would they coddle her and be over dramatic about it? And when she gets better what happens than? Also random question but if given the chance who would she willing cuddle or go to for comfort after maybe realizing that she can’t really escape or whose more forceful or pushy about spending more time with her and giving more physical affection.

I REALLY HOPE THAT YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY (I KNOW I ASKED FOR A LOT AND KIND OF WENT ON A TANGENT IM SO SORRY)

hiii!! So sorry for the late response, I just had to edit a bit of the newest chapter. Thank you for the long and quite interesting ask!!

So to answer your question:

If the reader got sick before she escaped, I think they would be worried—more worried than they would have been in the original timeline since they started to slowly develop their yandere tendencies. HOWEVER, I do think they wouldn’t be as overbearing or worried about her as they would later on. And the reader definitely wouldn‘t seek them out since the reader still has the goal of getting as far away from them as possible. And sorta resents their presence.

But if it’s after the escape and when they find the file, then yeah it would be a chaos of fear, concern, and fights in the Wayne manor.

Because Alfred is the only one who’s familiar with the reader being sick, he would be the most calm about the situation. The rest? Not so much. Dick would go in full mom mode. Damian would belittle her for getting infected (somehow blaming it on her) while also forcing her to eat her soup. Tim would seem like the most normal one, but proposes ideas like sedating her to get her to rest. Jason would not let her go, always fearing the worst when she just so much sneezes. Bruce would literally hire the best doctors in the world, threatening them to cure his sweet little princess IMMEDIATELY.

but for more detail, I will write a oneshot about it and tag you then!!

- love poppy💗

[luckykiwiii101]

Hey sorry I had sent the tip where you didn’t know if the 3d had conformed or not and that’s my bad I worded it all wrong. But here’s the whole story.

I got serious about spirituality and manifestation at the end of summer when my life was falling apart (my friend had passed away, my family was not on good terms, and I was in treatment for my an0rexia and mental health) i never got into the void, granted I didn’t try because the method that worked best for me was scripting, persisting and visualizing. However I went into detail in my script and let my imagination take over and visualize my dream life. My main affirmation was “everything has fallen into place perfectly” at the time and almost instantly the 3d started to conform. Here are all of the things I’ve manifested so far:

- recovering completely from my ed

- I was originally diagnosed with bpd but i manifested it off of my medical records and I just don’t have it anymore

- the PERFECT boyfriend (he wasn’t necessarily an sp because I kind of manifested him out of thin air). How I did it was I scripted in detail my ideal boyfriend and this guy dm’d me on instagram and we started hanging out and he asked me to be his gf a month later. I even scripted that he was spiritually connected and the next time we hung out we had a deep conversation about tarot and spirituality and meditation. It was AMAZING AND SO COOL

- all my family’s issues to be worked out and now we are all happy

- a new friend group

- my roots are black now (I originally had ginger hair that I went over with black box dye) and healthy hair and my curls look better than ever

- hourglass figure

Anyways thank you so much for your guidance bae <3

SUCCESS STORY

I’m so happy to see this!!! 💗💗💗 You’re welcome and i’m glad I could be of help 💗

[suzukiblu]

I love Superboys switch but it's hard to read even with the chrono link, like I think it's still out of order? 😭😭😭

ah, yeah, sorry about that; a few of my older WIPs start kinda out of order or are missing chunks 'cuz originally I was NOT intending to do the "just update all the time on Tumblr all in order actually and then put it on AO3 later" approach, hah.

but I can get in my onion man era for u, fren, me and this read-more, we got u, fren 💗🧅💗:

Jon had a great childhood right up until he had a horrible one, which is something he tries not to dwell too much on. 

It's also something that's a little harder not to dwell on than usual while standing in front of the only other Kryptonian-human hybrid he's ever met, who's twelve years old if he's a day. 

Literally. Literally this kid is both twelve years old and also just a day, because Jon and Jay and Damian apparently walked right into the middle of this weird cloning scheme that no one in Cadmus wants to explain the purpose of to them. 

So, like, that's not screamingly suspicious or anything. 

"Hi, kid," Jon tries. The baby clone wearing his dad's twelve year-old face just stares up at him from the bottom of the shattered remnants of the cloning tube that Jon maaaaaybe shouldn't have punched quite so hard. 

"We could eliminate the staff and destroy the evidence," Damian suggests from where he's standing by the nearest computer with Jay, which is not actually the kind of thing that Damian suggests anymore. Like, ever. It makes Jon more than a little bit concerned about what's on that computer. 

"Less murder in the plan, please," he requests, not quite able to take his eyes off the kid with, again, his dad's face. And also Ultraman's face. But he tries to concentrate on the "Dad" part of that observation, for obvious reasons. "Although I'm still open to destruction." 

"Any witness to the clone's existence is a threat to its autonomy and survival," Damian says as the staff members tied up in the corner all look very, very nervous. "Frankly the only compelling argument not to execute these contemptible excuses for sapient life is the risk of inciting trauma in the clone. I recommend covering its eyes at a minimum, depending on its currently developed powerset and any potential X-ray vision or enhanced senses that it may possess." 

"Not to encourage Nightwing's less Batman-approved instincts, buuuuut I just read, like . . . everything they were planning to do to this kid once they cracked that cloning tube," Jay says, eyeing the computer screen very, very darkly. "So we are treading a bit dangerously close to 'how many lives are worth this kid's freedom?', and to be honest the math does not support the assholes in the lab coats in this particular equation." 

"That doesn't make sense," the clone says as he gets to his feet in the tube and starts distractedly pulling off the genuinely alarming amount of machinery hooked up to him, looking puzzled. "The staff would be way harder to replace than me. They're, like, real people." 

. . . Jon reconsiders the merits of the murder plan. Just, like . . . just a little bit. Just a touch. 

"That is a logical conclusion to reach, given both the bias and inadequacy of the information that you have been presented with," Damian allows, and if Damian is actually being patient with somebody who is so objectively wrong in cold blood and without so much as a derisive aside or judgmental look, then Jon really doesn't want to know what's on that computer terminal. Like, holy shit, not ever. He'd like to keep some scrap of faith in humanity, thanks. "Counterpoint: the staff members do not deserve their lives." 

"Please don't teach my baby brother that," Jon says, already resigned to spending the better part of the next decade getting that particular sentiment out of the kid's head. "Or my . . . baby uncle, maybe, I don't know. Maybe we'll just start with 'baby cousin' and go from there." 

"Maybe he's your baby dad?" Jay suggests with a snicker. 

The clone . . . blinks. 

"I'm a clone," he says, looking perplexed. 

"We know, kid," Jon says, wondering why the kid thinks that's currently relevant as he takes off his cape. Said kid is naked except for the last couple of machines and wires that he's still working his way out of, so yeah, it's definitely time to take off his cape and wrap him up in some basic decency. "Are you cold?" 

"Dunno," the clone says, frowning consideringly. "What's 'cold' feel like?" 

Jon, again, revisits the merits of murder. Just like . . . just a couple of them. That's all. 

"I forget," he admits. "I kind of haven't been cold for a decade or so." 

"I maaaaay kind of also forget," Jay says with a wince. "These days I tend to just reflexively stop being tangible when I start getting chilly, it's actually really inconvenient?" 

"It is utterly inconvenient to be invulnerable to both freezing to death and the effects of hypothermia, yes," Damian says dubiously. "There are multiple degrees of 'cold', clone, but Superman is currently referencing a basic discomfort. Physical responses to it include goosebumps and shivering. A prickling sensation is not uncommon." 

"Please stop calling him 'clone'," Jon says as it belatedly occurs to him that said clone does not speak Nightwing-ese and might be taking that the wrong way. "And 'it', while we're at it." 

Also maybe he should stop thinking of the kid as "the clone" himself, come to think. 

". . . you're Superman?" The kid frowns up at Jon skeptically. "You don't look like you look in my head." 

Jon doesn't even want to understand that sentence. 

"There's two of us," he says. "You're probably thinking of my dad. He's the one they cloned you from. Although I don't actually know why, because you're apparently a hybrid and if they specifically wanted a hybrid I'm already one? Like, just cloning me instead seems a whole lot simpler than mixing up their own DNA cocktail and just hoping it worked out." 

"Sir said your mother's genetic material was 'clearly the inferior option'," the kid says, making air-quotes with his fingers. 

Jon wonders who the hell taught the day-old baby clone about air-quotes, of all things, but mostly is just kind of annoyed to hear that there's a probable-supervillain somewhere out there judging his mom's DNA. Like, fuck that guy, whoever the fuck he is. For one thing, genetic material is so unimportant to somebody turning out a decent person, and for another, his mom is genetically a badass anyway, so like . . . seriously, again, fuck that guy. 

"Inferior to whose?" Jay asks, which is a very good question, actually, and definitely reminds Jon why they bring him along for these things more and more often these days. 

"Sir's," the kid says. 

"And does 'Sir' have a name?" Damian asks, the lenses of his mask narrowing. "Preferably first, middle, and last." 

"I guess?" the kid says with a shrug. "Probably. Most people have 'em, right? Like, the real ones, I mean. But everybody just called him 'Sir' when he was here." 

"What did he look like?" Jay asks. 

"An asshole. Which, now that I'm thinking about it, 'Asshole' is a way better thing to call him than 'Sir'," the kid muses consideringly. Jay chokes on a laugh. Damian looks exasperated by the lack of intel. The staff just seems very, very nervous. And Jon . . . 

Jon is kind of comforted, actually. This kid was grown in a tube and force-fed who the fuck knows what kind of information, but he sounds nothing like Jon would expect from someone born and "raised" in a lab environment. Like, he isn't sure how the kid could sound less like he belonged in a lab environment. 

So that's . . . yeah. That's definitely comforting, Jon thinks, and doesn't think about volcanos at all. 

"Here," he says, holding his cape out to the kid and getting a blank look in return. The kid, admittedly, doesn't seem to be all that concerned about standing around naked in a room full of other people. Seeing as he was basically just assembled in a lab in roughly twenty hours and he's literally never worn anything that wasn't life support, Jon guesses that makes sense. 

Definitely another "merits of murder" thing, though. 

"What am I supposed to do with that?" the kid asks skeptically as he looks at the cape. 

"Not be naked, mostly," Jon says. 

"Oh," the kid says, then makes a face. "Don't you have anything . . . else?" 

Jon supposes there are worse behavioral issues than a physiological twelve year-old being picky about what he wears, all things considered. 

"Uh . . . let me check," he says, and gives the immediate area a quick X-ray vision scan. Mostly he finds scrubs and lab coats–which, no–but there's a closet halfway down the hall which looks like it has civilian clothes in it, for whatever reason. 

Jon doesn't know the reason, but also doesn't care. He just zips down to the closet, grabs everything inside at super-speed, and zips back to dump the whole pile of it on top of the nearest desk. 

"Take your pick," he says, figuring giving the kid options can't hurt. Also, giving the kid options is probably like . . . a moral imperative, at this point. 

"Sick," the kid says, his eyes gleaming as he just shy of literally pounces on the pile. 

"Why does it speak like that?" Damian asks, looking suspicious. 

"Please stop calling him 'it'," Jon repeats in exasperation. Damian shoots him an annoyed look. 

"Oh, and 'him' is somehow more appropriate?" he asks dubiously. 

"I–how is that even a question?!" Jon demands incredulously, staring back at him. 

"Because it is twenty-one hours old and cannot possibly know its gender yet," Damian says. Jon . . . pauses. 

". . . 'they', Nightwing," he says finally, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. At least he knows Damian's been doing his allyship research, he guesses. "If you don't know somebody's gender, it's 'they'." 

"I'm cool with Nightwing calling me 'it', actually," the kid puts in conversationally as he shakes out–as they shake out a random T-shirt and make a face at it, apparently finding it . . . somehow offensive, Jon doesn't really know how. It's just a plain white T-shirt. "I don't know if I have a gender or whatever but I like that he thought about it. But if anybody in a lab coat ever calls me 'it' again, I'm disassembling them." 

The staff all cringes. 

That seems like weird phrasing, Jon thinks, trying not to frown. Like–"disassembling"? That's weird, right? 

Then again, so is the kid. 

"I know Nightwing is threatening to set a terrible example but please don't actually try to murder anyone," he says. 

"Can I disassemble them if I let them live?" the kid bargains. Jon does not want to understand that question. 

"No," he says. "Just–don't disassemble people at all, please." 

"Unless it's self-defense," Jay says. "Like, if they're gonna kill you otherwise. Then disassemble away." 

"Or unless it is in defense of someone else's life," Damian says. "That would also be acceptable." 

"They're twenty-one hours old, you two, it's a little soon to be introducing major ethical dilemmas," Jon says, eyeing them both. Jay and Damian never get along this well when he wants to just hang out with them both at the same time, no. Teaching the baby clone when it's appropriate to kill people, though, that's apparently fine. 

Jesus, why is he even surprised? 

"It is an untrained and inexperienced child that was produced in a laboratory by people who will presumably wish to recover it post-extraction," Damian says, giving him an unimpressed look. "It cannot be held to the same standards of morality as an active superhero." 

"Definitely not," Jay agrees. "And like, we have no idea when said people might show up, so better to make sure the kid knows how to handle the possibility straight off." 

"Is this leather?" the kid asks with no apparent concern about any of that, their eyes lighting up as they hold up a black jacket to inspect. They're still completely naked and still very obviously don't care. 

"Looks like it," Jon says, giving said jacket a puzzled glance. It is leather, yeah. It's also covered in metal studs and mismatched pins and random punk-looking patches, absolutely none of which are related to a single band that Jon has ever once listened to. It doesn't look very professional, but maybe it belongs to an intern. Or, like, a janitor or something. 

In absolute and entire irony, there's also a crest of El patch stitched to one of the shoulders. Maybe whoever owns it thought that was funny or something. 

Prick. 

"I wanna wear this," the kid says firmly, hugging the jacket to their chest. 

"Pants will also be necessary," Damian informs them. "And ideally a shirt." 

"Yeah, I'm on it," the kid says, then returns their attention to the clothing pile. Jon has literally never met a kid who responded so well to Nightwing, of all people. Batman? Yes. Spoiler or Redbird? Sure. But Nightwing? 

Damian has literally had to knock kids out so they wouldn't freak out too bad for him to save them. Like, as a whole recurring thing. Which probably hasn't helped him reduce the need to knock kids out in general, Jon is pretty sure, but is in fact a fact all the same. 

Knocking out a Kryptonian kid would probably be harder to pull off, admittedly, even for Damian, so this is definitely for the best. 

It's still really, really weird to witness, though. 

The kid digs up a pair of beat-up jeans and a black T-shirt with an obnoxiously bright hot pink print on it that says "LIVE WEIRD" that they apparently consider acceptable and puts both on. The clothes are way too big, but there's a studded leather belt that Jon is gonna put even money on belonging to the owner of the leather jacket, so that should keep the jeans up and the kid can roll up the cuffs. Though the T-shirt is just gonna have to do its best, Jon guesses. There is absolutely nothing to do about socks or shoes or underwear, but he figures those aren't really that important right now anyway. 

The jacket actually fits the kid okay, surprisingly, so whoever it belongs to must be on the smaller side. It's definitely still too big for them, but more in a "they'll grow into it" kind of way than the jeans and T-shirt are. 

The kid grins when they put the jacket on, visibly preening, and Jon immediately decides that he is going to buy every single album that every single one of the bands on it has ever dropped. There is zero reason to make that decision, since who knows if the kid is even gonna like music at all, much less specifically like anything punk, but Jon decides it anyway. It's a thing and it's happening, that's just how it is and is gonna be. He is taking this kid home with him and they're going straight to the first streaming app Jon sees on his phone and just going from there. 

Also, he's introducing them to Ma Kent's apple pie and neapolitan ice cream and Dad's spaghetti recipe and all the joys of junk food and, like . . . he doesn't even know what else. TV? Movies? Gender studies? Probably gender studies would be helpful right now, considering. 

And Krypto. Definitely Krypto. Jon is gonna whistle for Krypto immediately after they get out of this stupid godforsaken lab. 

"How do I look?" the kid asks with a grin, tugging at their lapels. 

"Peculiar," Damian says. Jon nearly smacks him. 

"Anti-establishment," Jay says with a grin of his own. The kid laughs. "Wanna break a lab with us?" 

"But you already broke in," the kid says, tilting their head in confusion. 

"Yeah, but we didn't teach you how to commit arson yet," Jay replies reasonably, and the kid's eyes light up in both immediate understanding and very unsubtle excitement. And, well . . . 

Jon wasn't necessarily gonna burn down all of Cadmus, but also no way is he letting Damian and Jay end up the kid's favorites this easy. Like, that is just not happening. 

So yes, Cadmus is officially about to be ashes. Whole thing, top to bottom. 

Although– 

"We’re not telling Dad about any theoretical arson,” Jon says reflexively. “Or Batman.” 

“If my father does not comprehend the necessity of arson in this situation, then he is a disappointment to the cowl,” Damian retorts dubiously, very clearly rolling his eyes behind his mask as he fishes a fistful of tiny black cube-shaped pellets out of his belt that Jon doesn’t recognize the design of but is positive are incendiary. “Arson is the most efficient way to destroy as much evidence as possible and make certain nothing critical is missed. Aside from murdering the staff, of course.” 

“We are not murdering the staff, Nightwing,” Jon reiterates, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Damian looks unconvinced. 

“You’re kinda a stick in the mud, aren’t you, dude,” the kid observes, peering up at him critically. Jon has absolutely no way to process someone calling him a stick in the mud compared to Damian, even when said someone is less than a day old. That’s just–no, he really can’t handle that right now. 

Also, dammit. This is not going to help him earn “favorite” status, is it. 

“Superman’s just having a bit of a day, kid,” Jay says with a snicker. He’s sleeping on the couch tonight, Jon internally swears to himself. He’s never actually followed through on that promise, but tonight he’s gonna. 

Admittedly, probably they’re both gonna be sleeping on the pull-out tonight because the kid’s going to be crashing in their bed until Jon gets enough distance from this situation to figure out how to explain this situation to his dad and what the hell to even actually do with the kid, but that’s besides the point. Still counts, probably. Somehow. Technically. 

“Technically correct” is still correct, alright? 

. . . god, what are they going to do with this kid? Aside from keep them, obviously, but keep them where? How are his parents going to explain an extra kid who looks exactly like Dad just showing up out of nowhere? They already had to deal with not being able to explain him after he was timeline-displaced, and just . . . 

This kid isn’t even as old as Jon would be right now if he’d aged in time with his original timeline. Barely any older than Jon was leaving the timeline, in fact. 

Maybe even the same age, he thinks, and then forces himself not to think about it. 

( they’re less than a day old, and they look THIS old. how many years is that? how much of a childhood did they lose? how much– ) 

Jon forces himself not to think about it. 

“I really don’t think not committing murder is being a stick in the mud,” he says, and the kid snorts and then floats up a couple feet into the air, half-tucking their feet under themself as they do. Jon–frowns, for a second. That looks . . . something about how they’re flying looks a little off, for some reason. Like–different from how it looks when Dad and Aunt Kara do it, and different from how it feels when he does it. 

Then again, the kid’s two seconds into flying, so it’s kind of ridiculous of him to assume they’d do it exactly right straight off the bat. 

“Being a stick in the mud is just, like, a vibe, dude,” the kid informs him matter-of-factly, then floats over towards Jay and peers over his shoulder at the screen, then immediately looks bored by whatever’s on it and looks around the lab instead. They still sound nothing like Jon would expect someone made in a lab to sound, and his gut twists a little. 

But also, whatever’s on that screen already made Damian suggest committing multiple murders, and the kid just looks bored about it, one way or the other, so . . . 

So Jon doesn’t know how he feels about that, exactly. A kid who doesn’t sound like they came from a lab and doesn’t act like they came from a lab, but also doesn’t seem even slightly concerned by whatever made Damian seriously consider committing murder again and did not make Jay dissuade him from said consideration. 

It definitely makes him want to get said kid the hell out of this miserable excuse for a basement, though. 

“Just–you guys figure out the theoretical arson, I’ll figure out what to do about the staff, alright?” he says, sighing again. He can probably toss them all in a transport vehicle or two and then just carry those straight to the police while Damian and Jay watch the kid, he figures. Which isn’t great for a “you should send these people to jail” thing, admittedly, so maybe he should actually call the League and see who’s available to help Jay strip the data for damning evidence while removing any damning DNA or anything like that. Or, like, whatever they need right now. 

“I still consider what to do about the staff a fairly simple equation,” Damian mutters under his breath as the kid turns upside-down in the air behind him and peers at the heavy hood of his cape and the sword slung across his back. It’s a sakabato–a reverse blade katana, he means–and the reason that Jon is under pain of kryptonite not allowed to tell Batman anything about anime, like . . . literally ever. It just looks like a normal katana visually, though, especially when it’s sheathed, so he’s not sure why the kid looks so puzzled about– 

“Why’s your sword sharpened on the wrong side, anyway?” the kid asks, frowning in bemusement, and Damian pauses. 

Jon pauses, because Damian’s sakabato sheath is lead-lined. Mostly so he has a quick supply of lead in emergencies these days and less because he doesn’t want Jon to know what’s in it, but it’s definitely still lead-lined. There’s no way the kid could’ve seen through it, so how . . . ? 

“It allows the weapon to be used nonlethally,” Damian replies, watching the kid with a neutral expression that screams “suspicion” on a Bat. “As well as making the decision to slay a foe a more deliberate choice, as the weapon must be wielded backwards to cut.” 

“Doesn’t that mean the sharp side’s always pointing towards you?” the kid says, wrinkling their nose. “And like, isn’t it way harder using it backwards, if you gotta?” 

“Yes,” Damian says. “That is the point. The weapon is a handicap meant to prevent me from inflicting a mortal wound in any way but deliberately, and to also make that wound more difficult to inflict even once I choose to.” 

“. . . that is so badass, oh my god,” the kid mutters under their breath. 

Jon is still concerned about how the kid found out about Damian’s sword being a sakabato, since if Cadmus had told them he’d think they’d have at least had theories for why it was a thing, but also is now significantly less optimistic about his chances of ending up the kid’s favorite. 

Yeah, he should’ve absolutely told Batman about anime when he was still young enough to get away with it being an “accidental” slip of the tongue and embarrassed Damian out of ever using the damn thing in the field. Like, ever. 

“It is merely the most effective tool I have found to reinforce my moral standards while remaining pragmatic,” Damian replies. “And to assure that those standards will be upheld.” 

“So badass,” the kid mutters again, very feelingly. Jon is increasingly concerned about what kind of an influence Damian is going to have on this kid. Just–the kid is really responding way too well to Damian, and maybe it’s an unfair thought but that just cannot be a good sign in the long-term. 

It also makes Jon a little . . . uneasy, for the kid to respond so well to Damian. It just might imply some things about what this kid is like, whether they sound like they belong in a lab or not. But also, Jon personally got along with Damian before the damn volcano, so he doesn’t have all that much room to talk. 

. . . well, for a given value of “got along”, but all the same. 

“I’m going to handle the staff quick. Please don’t let my baby familial-relationship-to-be-decided hold the sword while I’m gone,” he says. The kid makes a face, then sticks out their tongue at him. 

“Laaaaame,” they say. “You are a total stick in the mud, man.” 

Jon . . . does not have a response to that, honestly. Jay’s barely-muffled snickering is not helping, though. 

“We just need to establish a chain of custody here,” he tries, and the kid makes another face and then flips around in the air ‘til they’re upright again. 

“How about Nightwing picks if I get to hold his badass sword or not?” they suggest. “It’s his badass sword. And I like Nightwing’s ideas better anyway. Nightwing’s ideas are, like, explodey.” They mime an explosion with both hands, wiggling their fingers as they throw their arms out dramatically. It’s still mercifully not a “lab” kind of impression, but also just weird to see a kid who looks this much like Dad doing. Jon just cannot picture his dad sticking his tongue out at him, okay? 

. . . okay, well, technically he can now, but that’s besides the point. 

“It is hardly as if it is going to cut itself,” Damian says, giving Jon a dubious look. 

“Oh, I mean, I think I could?” the kid says, looking thoughtful. “But I’d have to really concentrate and I’m probably not smart enough to do it anyway, so yeah.” 

“. . . not ‘smart’ enough?” Jon asks slowly, wondering how anyone would have to be “smart enough” or “concentrate” to cut themself. 

“‘Subject’s mental processing power is developing at a rate of seventeen point seven percent below projected expectations’,” the kid very obviously quotes, linking their hands together behind their back. “‘Subject to be repurposed if rate decreases to twenty percent’.” 

“. . . . . . ‘repurposed’,” Jon repeats even slower. 

“Oh like for scrap,” the kid clarifies, pointing at themself. “‘Cuz some of the DNA or body parts might still be useful. Or like, just to make sure the next me’s built better?” 

“Noted,” Jay says while Jon is boiling in active volcanic fury, which is very helpful while Jon doesn’t burst into a solar flare of rage in the middle of a basement and also leads into Jay asking another very good question: “Related question: are you a ‘next you’, kid?” 

“Yeah,” the kid says, then holds up ten fingers, and then fists his hands and flashes another three. “I’m Experiment Thirteen. So like, I’m the twelfth ‘next one’. I don’t remember being any of the others, though, I dunno if they didn’t wake me up those times or what.” 

Jon makes a careful mental note about that very concerning comment and the possible emotional fallout of the kid eventually realizing that is in fact twelve other people who were . . . ‘scrapped’. Who weren’t just earlier versions of specifically them. 

Then he boils in active volcanic fury and has a very hard time staying calm about it. 

“Wow,” the kid says, blinking up at him. “Is that what heat vision looks like? Sick.” 

Maybe Jon is not actually staying calm about this. 

He snaps his eyes shut. Exhales, very slowly. Doesn’t let his fists clench. 

“Gossamer. Nightwing,” he says very, very evenly. “Changed my mind. Less arson. More . . . explodey.” 

“Yeah, we can do that,” Jay says as Jon hears Damian snap open the same pocket of his utility belt that those tiny black cube-shaped pellets came from again. “We can definitely do that, in fact.”

[aristenfromwarsaw]

I originally posted this on Blue Sky, but it fits here too! 💙

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[laviniaaaaass]

Yours, from Vegas.

༊·˚ Trope: VSAngel!reader x Idol!Park-Sunghoon, in which, reader, a famous VS Angel at the peak of her career, arrives at the ‘Caesars Palace’ Hotel in the capital of Gambling, the ‘City that never sleeps’, for this summer’s VS runway show, and bonds with the world-wide famous idol over fame-lead burnouts and stolen collagen water.

༊·˚ WARNINGS!!:fluff, crack, cussing, my terrible attempt at humour, reasonable interactions, mention of violent acts, mention of gambling and alcohol, reader is kinda unhinged(?), Sunghoon is up in the clouds, slow-burn.!!I think that’s all!!

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸~𝒦𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝒩’ 𝐼𝒯 𝒢𝐼𝑅𝐿• 𝒥-𝐻𝒪𝒫𝐸 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒢𝐿𝒪𝑅𝐼𝐿𝐿𝒜

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001. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ’ɪ’ᴍ ʙᴜʀɴᴛᴏᴜᴛ, ʜᴇʟᴩ.’

Vegas was…a lot.

Teen you had dreamed of it: the tall buildings, the enormous hotels and casinos, buzzing music and flickering lights shimmering around the streets, and the rhythmic beat of high heels against the pavement. And now you were there, (blocked in McCarran Airport waiting for your luggage), Vegas, ‘The Adult Disneyland’. The Big Dream. But the hoard of paparazzis (or ‘paps’, as your mother jokingly called them), had drained all of your energies. Honestly? You had reached your melting point a few months prior, a busy schedule and society’s kind words to thank, big bowls of Nutella ice-cream ‘mysteriously’ disappearing from the family fridge as solace, before getting up the next day and declaring ‘it’s going to be better’. In world where being a woman is already difficult, using your immagine as a source of income meant constantly being underestimated, or classified as ‘shallow’. From the moment you had exited the plane, to the very last second before you would have entered your cab, you would have had them after your ass. It didn’t matter that those probably were the same people who thought you were nothing more than your body, the ones you had to subtly whiplash during interviews with a kind smile and a sharp comment, they were there. It was infuriating, to say at least. At these thoughts, your jaw clenched so tightly your molars ached. The security was now escorting you to pick up your suitcase, shielding your frame with their own bodies as you walked towards the baggage reclaim carousel, occasionally adjusting your headphones over your ears, making your many earrings jiggle soundly, or pushing your glasses back over the bridge of your nose. You remained in complete silence, didn’t speak a word. In such a crowded place, your only true companions were the music blasting in your ears in attempt to soothe the overwhelming environment, and yourself. But the cameras were everywhere.

Stretching your arms above your head?

They were watching.

Fiddling with your phone in search of a fitting playlist?

They were trying to peek at your screen.

It was dismaying: a frenzy of informations and emotions you haven’t asked for nor owned were being flooded over your persona, and the worst part was that these people didn’t even understand it. It didn’t matter that at the end of the day, being a powerful figure or not, being able to remain stoic whilst getting doxxed or not, it really was tiring. You did enjoy the attention and support, especially from the youngest fans, who you always tried to give your best for. Smiled a little more for, took a few more photos with for, made an autograph that was just a little more artsy for. Just because they didn’t know any better. They couldn’t tell how uncomfortable such an amount of attention made you, nor realised how creepy it could be to hear your name being called from the other end of the street from a complete stranger. Their spontaneity brought you joy. You knew it wasn’t exactly fair by ‘legal’ term and yada yada yada…’your fans are your clients’ typa bullshit, but after beating yourself over this same topic for months, you had labeled it as ‘fan service rebellion’. A few (hopefully) harmless actions that kept you alive as a person before of a ‘celebrity being’, by choosing how to interact with people. And now, as Sweat prickled at the nape of your neck, beneath the drape of your own hair, and slid down inside of your T-shirt’s collar, running along your spine, making you almost shiver because of how cold the airport AC was making the gates, in front of all of these supposedly mature people, you didn’t regret it. Your fame had gotten to a point where it was borderline ridiculous, and they were the proof. You were one more ‘smile for the camera!’ away from throwing your duffle bag over a determined journalist’s head, tempted to hammer his brain, if there was one, with the left side, which securely pocketed your Pc. Girl, let’s not. The bastard had been clinging to your side from the exact second he spotted you, phone glued into his hand, fingers curled so tightly around it wonders the screen hadn’t cracked yet, recording everything and everyone while barking ‘I love you’ in a pidgin English, that had a pedantic note to it, cringing you. Seriously, his voice was irking. The dude was ruining your mother tongue. And who did he think he was? You didn’t even know him, and he was shouting a ‘love confession’ to you in the middle of a crowded airport. The most you could do, and did, was shooting him a death glare from behind the lens of your glasses and carrying on, disregard the aching pain stinging the back of your knees, favour of the long flight. Unfortunately, the paps’ shouting kept on, and the your distaste for the situation began to show more and more over your traits: the progressive furrowing of your dark eyebrows and your eyes sharpening behind the slim frame of your rectangular glasses. By the time of passports-check, they were hanging by the tip of your nose, and your jaw was clenched set.

Damn girl. Annoyed much?

Unbelievably.

The next day, the jet-leg was a perfect excuse for having spent the first hours after your awakening buried in the hotel room’s duvet, cherishing the cotton scent and heavenly material. As you wrapped your shoulders, exposed bare from the tank top you wore as a pyjamas, the soft shuffling of the sheets gifted you a subduing embrace, much different from yesterday’s chaotic places. You inhaled such fragrance, determined to find more moments like this during your permanence in Vegas. The ‘Cesar Palace’ suites offered a king sized bed and a bunch of trashy room decor, such as a cheeky porcelain leopard with fake red rubies as eyes, that seemed to be mocking you. Emerging from the duvet, you stared straight back at it. Eyes groggy from sleep, brows knitted together in sleepy-confusion and a day-old face of makeup still on because ‘who cares’ had been the last thought that crossed your exhausted mind before face-planting into the mattress the night before. It was a tacky mimic of the animal, grotesquely painted and placed on the coffee table just because, it had no emotional value nor a motive , and, to your tired mind, it almost seemed done on purpose.

I’ll throw you out of the fucking window

Try me bitch.

Fifteen minutes later, you were at the hotel’s gym, and the porcelain monster rested into your suite bathroom’s bin.

Tell me if you guys want a part 2!💗🫶

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

AHHH hii angel thank you so much for responding to my last request, it was more than perfect!! 💗

idk if you'd do this because it's a very sensitive topic and i don't want to make you feel uncomfortable but i need a little bit of comfort and reassurance since my bday is in like an hour hehe.. but can i have a bucky with a reader who's attempting to lose weight by dieting and working out but it kinda goes downhill (i think you know what I'm hinting at), and she's like a bit insecure and compares herself to models. and bucky finds out and helps her.. and just a bit angsty but turns out very fluffy with cuddles and stuff. you absolutely don't have to write this request if it's too overwhelming, lot's of love, take care! 💗💗💗💗

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my love hi!! you’re more than welcome, glad you liked it!! happy belated birthday, hope you had a great day!! I love stuff like this so it’s no problem. sending love, hope you’re well. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

SMALL CHANGES.

bucky barnes x fem!reader — angst & comfort

word count. 1073

warnings. potentially triggering content? mentions of dieting and working out. might be a hard read for some?

Comparison is the thief of joy. 

It's something you've always struggled with, the endless questioning of yourself, picking yourself apart in ways you believe you don't fit in. It's an easy habit to slip into but a difficult one to break out of. 

As of late, those feelings resurfaced - finding more and more 'faults' when you put yourself up against others. Models. It was as if you got sucked into a spiral of scrolling through images and doubting yourself, all of it leading to you curled up crying in bed. Always. 

No matter how upset you'd be, you'd still find yourself swiping up to see more - feeding that little gremlin in your mind. 

And after a little while, you decided you wanted to do something about those feelings - granted the reasoning behind it wasn't coming from a good place, but you'd be bettering yourself, and that's what you originally wanted.

So you changed your routine: waking up before six, secretly squeezing in an hour workout before joining Bucky on his morning runs, coming back home to have breakfast —an apple— then going about your day only to workout again once you get home. 

You thought food was the enemy, so you restricted yourself with crazy diets and regimes you hear about in Hollywood. You tried a water cleanse, a juice cleanse, keto, even fasting, but no matter how hard you thought you tried, your efforts would not be enough for what you wanted.

All it left you feeling was tired and crappy. No matter how much you hated your body, your body hated you more for what you were doing to it.

You thought you were being sneaky and secretive in the way you were going about it, but you couldn't be more wrong. Bucky, your boyfriend, knew something was running rampant in your mind: every dismissal of a snack you previously loved, every time he watched you dodge a mirror —or on the contrast of seeing you stare too long in one— all of it only confirming what he had hoped not to be true.

It's a sensitive topic, especially to bring up to a loved one. Bucky knew you weren't going to be forthcoming, so he wanted to take the first step.

You were in your shared bedroom, sorting through your dresser to find a clean pair of workout clothes - all of your others drenched in sweat from your previous workouts. 

"Hey, honey?" Bucky calls out, knocking on the ajar door. 

You turn around to see his sweet face, your own almost embarrassed from being caught. "Yeah?" 

"It's almost dinnertime. What do you say about going to that restaurant downtown? The one you love?" he asks, trying to scope you out.

"I have some stuff in the fridge. I bought a bunch of kale that needs eating before it goes bad," you reply, turning away, redirecting your focus to the clothes in your drawer.

Bucky leaves his spot in the doorframe, instead walking over to take a seat at the foot of the bed - behind from where you stand. "That's not food," he softly shakes his head. "Rabbits eat that. Let's get something good. What about a chicken sandwich? Pizza?"

"It is food," you reply. "Put on some pepper and olive oil, then bake it— it's good," you add, trying to convince him and yourself. 

He faintly sighs, resting his elbows on his knees. "No one likes kale."

"Maybe you're not cooking it right," you playfully protest, trying to distract him. 

"No, I cook it right," he stands up, walking to stand beside you. "We haven't gone out to eat for a while. I miss spending time with you like that."

You missed it too - far more than you'd ever anticipate. But you didn't want to slip up again. You already had a few times this week and you didn't want to make a habit of it. 

"I do, too, but I already ate. Maybe in the week?"

"What did you have?" he asks, craning his neck to look at your face.

You hesitate, not having an answer. "I can't remember."

He exhales weakly, your unknown confirmation making his heart sink. His hand reaches for yours, the act like he was pulling your attention back to him. "That means you haven't eaten," he utters, his tone soft - the meaning behind his words almost scolding. 

You feel cornered, and once again, you have no answer for him. 

His grip tightens, gently turning you back to him. "You need to eat, honey. Your body needs it... I know what you've been doing."

After hearing something you didn't want to, your stomach drops. Bucky knew.

"I should've said something when I noticed it," he shakes his head, feeling at fault. "You know you can't keep doing what you're doing?"

You nod meekly, avoiding his eyes. You did know that what you were doing was unhealthy, but you wanted to be like them. If they can do it, why can't you?

"Why have you been doing it?" he asks faintly, cocking his neck to meet your gaze.

"Are you telling me off?"

He's quick to shake his head, denying it almost instantly - both his palms reaching to cup your face. "God, no," his soft eyes bore into yours. "Of course not, honey. Never," he reassures, thumbs grazing over your cheeks. "I just want you to look after yourself."

"I do," you hesitate a response, the words delicate - almost inaudible.

"You don't," he mumbles. "The working out, not eating? You're hurting yourself," he pauses. "If you want to change, I can help you. But we'll do it the right way, okay? None of what you've been doing."

All you can do is nod, silently acknowledging your accidental wrongdoings.

"Just small changes," he leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips. "That's all you need, okay?"

"Okay," you faintly smile, agreeing to the help. 

"So," he starts, removing the placement on the sides of your face. "We're going to go out for dinner. And you're going to order whatever you want— whatever it is you've been wanting to eat," he pauses, noticing the hesitancy in your expression. "And we're going to order water instead of wine. Small changes."

The thought of ordering a meal you've restricted yourself from is enough to make your smile genuine. The idea of having your lover's support making it all that much easier.

[hijackalx]

BG3 NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS TURN ONS/KINKS +18

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

MALE BG3 COMPANIONS

characters included: halsin, minthara, jaheira, gortash

*dark content warning for gortash*

HALSIN

SIZE DIFFERENCE

OBVIOUSLYYYY lmao. he loves how small u are in comparison to him. i mean everything about him is large— hands, arms, chest, thighs. also, i feel like he likes that he has to help u when u take control because ur smaller or weaker than him. like, when he has to subtly help u pin his wrists by moving them in the direction u want lol

THIGH RIDING

this also plays into the size difference thing. like his thigh is just so big/muscular, and he loves watching u grind on it (or he can bounce his knee to help u get off too). the type to grab u by ur hips and assist u when ur rhythm starts to stutter. he also loves the wet spot that forms in ur underwear if u keep them on 💗

DEEP THROATING/FACESITTING

OK HE LOVES BOTH like i said everything about him is large (😈) so he loves to see u try to swallow him whole. the way u gag and struggle to take him in is soooo hot to him. also all the drool that spills out of ur mouth 🤤🤤 as for facesitting u better sit ur ass tf DOWN !! HE CAN TAKE IT !! lovessss when u grind on his face/mouth, also loves to squeeze ur ass during it

THREESOME

THIS MAN IS GENEROUS !!! LOVES to share !! always wanting to invite people to have sex with y'all. he feels like it's so much more fun and also loves to watch u get fucked/have u watch him get fucked. will want to do spit roasting too.

SWINGING

sooo into exchanging partners with other couples. or just fucking other people in general. of course he won't do this if u don't want to though. but he gets really excited if u do 😹😹 probably gets off while sharing ur experiences with each other

MINTHARA

KNIFE PLAY

likes the way u shake and whimper as she brings her knife close to ur skin. will leave small cuts and want to carve her initials into ur skin. also slightly into bloodplay too ?? i feel like she'd be into smearing ur blood on her hands and making u clean them off with ur tongue OOF

BONDAGE

she would absolutely cast web and use it as bondage restraints LMAO. will have u in some crazyyy positions too. kind of in a shibari way but with webs. the webs are actually pretty gentle though and have some give so she's not like, totally sadistic with it 😌💗

DACRYPHILIA

SHE DOES LIKE TO SEE U CRY THOUGH LMAO like something about how weak/pathetic u look turns her on so bad— as long as SHE'S the one that made u cry. if it's because of somebody or something else it's lowkey a boner killer for her 😹😹😹 will say really horrible, mean things to try to bring u to tears and then get wet af. will not comfort u after either

GAGGING

likes to use a ball gag but will honestly use whatever she has at the moment. a rag or her fingers even. she likes that u can't speak and can only moan/whimper. also into the way u drool. will purposely ask u questions and then punish/degrade u for not being able to answer

BOOT WORSHIP

LOVESSS making u kiss her boots. will want to hold u down with her boot and make u praise her endlessly. or step on ur face. might even be into giving u a little kick in the diaphragm if u want 😹😹😹

JAHEIRA

MIRROR SEX

WILL WANT TO BE FUCKED IN FRONT OF A MIRROR!!!! with her face pressed against it while she's getting backshots or even with one propped up beside the bed so she can watch how good she looks while she rides u. lowkey will put on a show for herself and get off to it 😹😹

LINGERIE

loves lingerie of all kinds. the garter straps on her thighs are her favorite part tbh. probably prefers to wear black or red— like classically sexy colors. also probably likes it if u wear some too, and will want to keep it on for the full duration of the sex. LOVES lace

STRIPPING

^^ ALTHOUGH.... she also really likes to strip for u. like going nice and slow while u try to restrain urself lol. will probably give u a lap dance too and is pretty playful with it sometimes. particularly loves to see how u get progressively more horny the longer she takes, also into seeing u touch urself a little bit during it too

NIPPLE PLAY

sucking on/playing with her nipples is a MUST. HUGEEEE erogenous zone for her. can probably cum from nipple stimulation alone. likes when u make it hurt a little too, like pinching or twisting them

DEGRADATION

kind of into u calling her names.... like whore or slut. tell her she's a dirty whore while u pull her hair and fuck her from behind. will also talk down to u if ur not really doing the best job LMAO like u better fuck her right or ur gonna get it 😹😹 she'll straight up be like "is that the best u can do?" or "this is pathetic."

BONUS:

GORTASH

BREEDING

HE NEEDS HEIRRRSSSS !!! ALWAYS wants to cum inside. an actual babymaking MONSTER like he cums so much its crazy. loves to see u stuffed full of his cum, it really makes him feels accomplished after all of his hard work 💪🏻💯😹

DADDY DOM

he is so into being called daddy. depending on the context he’ll get rock hard but also likes if u call him that outside of sex too. u can basically get anything u want from him if u add a ‘please daddy’ at the end of it— like he just can’t bring himself to say no. he’ll do anything for u to keep calling him that lol

*** DUBCON ***

DEFINITELY into coercing u/figuring out ways to get what he wants. likes when u get overstimulated and start telling him it’s too much or trying to push him away (u do have a safeword). also the fact that he can overpower u if he wants gets him sooo hard

POWER PLAY

LOVESSS having u at his beck and call. the more pliant and submissive u are the better. won’t do this outside of the bedroom unless u want to or if u initiate it since he prefers the idea of only him being able to see u like that. he’s the only one you’ll roll over for, so to speak lol

COLLARING

makes a special collar for u with expensive imported materials and shit lmao. thinks u look absolutely gorgeous in it and will tell u that all the time. loves the way u gasp when he sharply tugs on its leash. will also tug on it while giving u backshots. likes how it chokes u a little bit too, and the bruises it leaves behind when he’s too rough with it

MALE BG3 COMPANIONS

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

[fairyleiii]

hey!! i have a req!! so press & y/n are dating & they get into a argument about press being kinda r rude to y/n & it ends with them cuddling or smth? AAA tysm 💗

It was like a dream when you and press originally began dating. He treated you like the only one deserving of his love and care while being cold to everyone who wasn’t you. However, as time went on in your relationship, you found his idea of romantic banter to be too much. He just never quit using snide remarks and making inappropriate remarks.

You wait for the right opportunity to confront him, the night of the school sleepover.

Long shadows are created on the walls by the lack of light. You take a seat on the other end of the couch from press, emphasising the severity of his actions.

Press adopts a cold expression as he leans forwards with crossed arms.

you took a deep breath, looking away from his face, somehow you felt guilty for his actions.

“Press, we need to talk.”

press releases a cruel and fake chuckle T your words, sending goosebumps down your spine,

when did he get so mean?

“yeah, we do.”

your eyes lock, a challenge in the air.

you sigh before releasing all your worries from the last month or so, “you've been distant, and some of the things you've said have been hurtful.”

press was quick to fire back, “Life isn't always rainbows and … fucking sunshine. I've got my own shit.”

you couldn’t stop now, “nd’ I understand that, but it doesn't give you a free pass to be cruel.”

A heavy silence hangs in the room, the weight of your words settling in.

“I love you, Press, but I won't accept being treated this way.”

Press's gaze is unyielding, not one to back down easily.

“I don’t do apologies, baby. but I'll try to do better.”

your expression hardens, refusing to let yourself be walked all over.

“Actions speak louder than words, Press.”

The atmosphere in the room is tense and still as you both sit there.

you and press are both are aware that this conversation is a turning point, and the atmosphere in the room is packed with tension.

The boundaries start to blur as a shared understanding starts to take form.

press speaks again, this time with a softer expression, one he only ever uses with you.

“okay darling, everything is going to be okay.”

he closes the distance between you too by leaning in. the touch is hesitant and represents their fragile hope for forever.