#wait a minute IS it really this important??

[nightingale-prompts]

Health Code Violation- DC x DP prompt

"Hold on there. You're not permitted beyond this point." The floating teenage boy said as he tucked his clipboard under his arm.

After a battle with another world-ending villain Superman was killed in action and after a short debate the decision to revive him using the Lazarus Pit was made. However, the league members who were carrying his body to the pit didn't expect it to be blocked off with caution tape. A teenage boy with stark white hair and wearing a hard hat and orange construction vest.

"What are you doing out here kid? And what is with the tape?" Barry asked shifting Clark's heavy ass body from crushing him.

"I'm here to take a look at the leak." He said pointing a thumb in the direction of the green pit.

"The leak?" Diana echoed in confusion.

"Yeah, your planet has a leak. A few actually. Our realm hasn't been managed well and now that the old king is gone we need to fix some things. Right now the leaks need to be sealed." He said. "Also what's with the dead guy?"

"We were bringing him to the Lazarus Pit to revive him." Barry said blankly.

The teen shook his head in astonishment almost dropping his clipboard.

"You are what?! With the what?!"

"The Lazarus pit...?" Hal laughed nervously his face in a half-quirked smile.

"You call it a Lazarus Pit? Guys this is a pool of contaminated ectoplasm. Basically sewage. This thing is full of dead people juice. All those leftover emotions and obsessions are stewing in there. You toss that body in these pool and you'll make a revenant full of anger. It doesn't even have an ecosystem to cleanse it. It's like stagnant water." The teen said waving his pen around before pausing "Wait a minute....you people have been using it? No wonder it's so polluted! What is wrong with you?! Are you trying to contaminate your planet? Do you want zombies?"

It was kind of weird to be scolded by a kid, for everyone but Bruce. He thought of a more pragmatic approach. He didn't like the pit but he acknowledged it's usefulness.

"I understand. But we do want to save our friend and the only way is to use the pit."

"That's a big ask. The pit is one thing but bringing back the dead willy nilly? ...But I guess that's my domain now.. "

The teen mumbled to himself before sighing.

"Look, I want to help. I really do. But the pit is unstable and there are many more on this planet with the same issue. We can't risk an apocalypse and the chance they get into the wrong hands. This is for the safety of your planet." The teen said as mannerly as possible as he dismissed the heros.

"Come on, please. Our friend is dead. You don't want our friend to die." Barry said pleadingly.

"Very mature of you. A bit of shame might help you...alright fine but don't badger me again." The silver-haired being said taking out a small syringe and taking a sample of his own blood.

"It's diluted compared to the pure stuff but 10x stronger than the stuff in the pool. It's safer and once he's kicking again it'll drain out of his system." He tossed the needle to Barry and returned to taking samples of the pit. "This biohazard requires an ecologist. I'll have to import some blob feeders to clean up the toxins. Then either seal this up or link it to the network. But these dumb mortals are just going to keep dumping bodies into it."

The teen mumbled to himself as he tried to find a solution.

A week later all the Lazarus pits had disappeared. The Al Ghuls were scrambling as the source of their powers dried up.

Clark was alive and feeling better than ever. No pit rage at all.

Eventually the boy returned.

"I had a talk with the ancients and they agreed to let you have one ecto pool. Only one thought and it has to be managed by me. As long as you don't try abusing it by going into it while alive or not asking permission I'll allow you to use it. Also, be mindful of my cleaning wisps, they work very hard to keep the natural flow of the ecto cycle going." The teen said holding up a green little ghost blob and petting it.

[taelophone]

My Nurse ⋆˙⟡ — Luigi Mangione x Nurse!Reader ⟡ — A blurb request I got but I think I accidentally deleted it😭 sorry babe.

“Luigi, sit still…” you huffed, placing a hand on his knee while he propped himself up on the kitchen counter. For the past twenty minutes, you had been trying to study for your nursing exam, applying all of your knowledge regarding anatomy and evaluation into one big dog pile.

Your boyfriend, ever so sweet and loving, is allowing you to practice a routine check-up on him with your pink stethoscope and various medical machinery. The only problem was that he decided to exercise his free will and cash in some energy he had stored away in the back of his mind.

“Sorry, wait, hold on,” he giggled, repositioning himself slightly. “Okay, go.”

You nodded, pressing the stethoscope to his chest and listening to the fast beats that echoed through your ears.

“Okay, so your heartbeat is a little fast…is that normal for you?” You asked, gently pressing the stethoscope to the other side of his chest.

“No you’re just really pretty…” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arms around your torso.

You sighed, a shy and involuntary smile creeping up your face as he slowly began to peck at your face, leaving gentle trails of kisses wherever his face traveled.

“Luigi…Lu! C’mon, I need to study..” you giggled, though the lack of importance in your tone told him you weren’t all that bothered.

“Just…” kiss “Lemme…” kiss kiss “Pay you…” kiss “Some attention. You’ve been studying for days..” he pouted.

With a heavy giggle and a loud thud, he hopped off the counter and scooped you up from the floor.

“My smart wife, so intelligent! Studying to be a nurse cuz she wants to be an angel…I love you, pretty,” He practically babbled, kissing you all over your face and down your neck while you laughed at the slightly ticklish sensation.

“And I’m stuck with the stupid computer,” he laughed, pulling you into a tight hug as your legs dangled above the ground. Cuteness aggression in its purest form.

“Thank you, babe…now sit, please, I need to keep going!” You laughed.

[yooie]

only you.

pairings: jake x fem reader

genre: fluff fluff fluffy, a little silly ?

synopsis: jake is madly in love with his pretty girlfriend and cant help but worry when she goes out for a night with her friends.. — when the time comes, he picks her up drunk and takes care of her <3

overprotective/possesive jake

! not proof read !

jake hated whenever you insisted on going out by yourself. it wasnt for any sort of lack of trust in you, but moreso other people. however, tonight, since it was your best friends birthday all of the girls insisted on going out. clubbing, drinking and bar hopping all night.

this was strictly a girls-only occasion, no matter how hard he tried to convince you, you didnt budge. he finally gave up but that didnt stop him from putting in place "safety measures". your location was on so he could see where you were all night, and he politely asked for text check-ins.

he didn't want to seem too overbearing or god forbid like a toxic boyfriend in any way shape or form. of course he wanted you to have your freedom, hes just, him. a lovesick puppy who wants to be at your side 24/7 to protect you from anyone who may look at you the wrong way.

-

"jake, ill be fine!!" you whined reassuring him as you got changed and finished up getting ready, walking out into the living room seeing him sitting on the couch.

"in that?!?"

he didnt mean for it to come out that way at all, it wasnt that he didnt like it, he loved the outfit. he just knew that so would pretty much every single guy at the bar would.

"you dont like it?" you pouted a small bit of insecurity washing over you. which was immediately obvious to jake as he got up and walked over to you, arms resting on your waist softly rubbing down you sides. "no no, baby, i love it... its just-" — he paused and sighed as his eyes scanned every inch of your body in that mini skirt trying best to keep his inner demons at bay.

"i just know everyone else will too.. this should be only for me ok? its really short.. i mean, i like it... alot... but.." he sighed heavily and you smiled blushing softly bringing your hands up to cup his face in your hands.

"im bringing a jacket, you will barely even be able to see the skirt... ok? its long too, covers me up! " you nodded very insistent on still wearing the outfit youd so carefully curated. jake sighed and nodded, "please just be careful,.. ok?" — "i know how much you get distracted and wander off, please stay with your friends tonight, its important baby, ya?" you smiled and leaned up on your tippy toes placing a soft kiss on his lips quickly. "promise!!" you grabbed your bag texting the girls as they just arrived to pick you up. but before you could go jake quickly pulled you back in for another kiss, this one deeper and longer than yours. "i have the worlds prettiest girlfriend... a blessing and a curse it is.." — you couldn't hide your smile, " i love you, ill text you ill see you later ok?"

and with that, you were out the door.

and jake was back to the couch with his phone in his hand, no matter how late you were he wasnt gonna be able to fall asleep untill you were home in his arms.

•

the night was going great, you and your friends had been to 3 bars now and to say the least, you were more than a little gone by now...

jake checked his phone,

1:34am y/n location status: bar

jaeyun: hey baby, you ok? coming home soon?

y/n: mm sooonna!'

y/n: m smiss you!!'!

jaeyun: baby, are you drunk..?

- sent 6 minutes ago

jake was tapping his foot on the floor practically pacing back and forth in your apartment waiting for you to reply.

he knew you guys were going out to drink obviously. but he thought if you knew he wasn't gonna be around, youd at least drink responsibly with a tolerance as low as yours.

fuck it. he quickly dialed your number,

- phone answers, no response "baby? you there?" he asked impatiently awaiting some sort of sound other than muffled charlie xcx in the background. "wa, jakey!! why are you callin?" you held the phone up to your ear, "are you drunk? where are you?" he asked softly but obvious worry in his tone, not that you could notice though. "noooo wayyyy im jus, like a .. lil bit tipsy!" you giggled into the phone, and he could tell that was a big fat lie. "im coming to get you ok? stay put." he hung up the phone quickly so he could grab his keys and nothing more, quickly running out of your apartment door and to his car. following your shared location until he found which club you were in.

as soon as he entered the club he raced through the crowds, his eyes were scanning around for any sign of you. his one and only care in the world, making sure you were safe.

-

his worries immediately washed away as he spotted you across the room with the rest of your friends. all feelings of anxiety leaving as soon as he laid eyes on you despite you obviously being drunk.

"hey baby~," he hummed sweetly causing you to quickly turn around hugging him immediately. "jakeee!! what are you doin here??" you quickly looked up tilting your head in a confused manner which made it impossible for him not to place at least one kiss on your adorable face. "im your uber driver, get in," he laughs causing you to do the same. "nooo not done yet!!" you whined, causing him to chuckle some more imitating you a bit. "yesss done noww~ — come'on princess, you are wasted, let me get you home now ok? go say goodbye to all your friends, its already almost 3 am." you huffed before ultimately agreeing, mostly due to the fact the world was spinning and your feet were killing you from the most uncomfortable pair of heals you decided on wearing.

after youd said all your goodbyes jake carefully guided you out of the bar to his car opening the passenger side and carefully helping you into the seat, buckling you in before returning to the drivers side. "y/n, you ok?" he asked gently lifting one of his hands to cup your cheek directing your gaze to his. "mhmmn , feet and head hurt a lil" he shook his head and started the car. "ok baby, lets get you home to bed." — once you were successfully back to your apartment jake carried you up the stairs all the way to the door, worried you would trip or fall accidentally. obviously you didn't detest it, you would never turn down his princess treatment towards you. carefully he laid you down on the couch, delicately reaching up to brush some of your messy hair out of your face. "you're so cute. even when you're drunk out of your mind." he chuckled placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "wait right here, mkay?".

jake ran around your apartment quickly gathering a few things, ice cold water, a blanket, makeup wipes, a change of clothes and a hairbrush before he sat down next to you. immediately you went to hug him, wanting nothing more than to just fall asleep in his arms right now, you had no energy to do anything. lucky for you, your boyfriend had it all covered. "shh, we gotta get u cleaned up ok? then we can go cuddle all you want hm?" i hummed and you whined. "don wanna.." — he chuckled again at your cuteness. "dont worry, you dont need to lift a finger~"

you tilted your head confused before opening your drooping eyes, feeling the coolness of the makeup wipes carefully running over your skin. causing you to smile to yourself. times like this really made you wonder how you had ever gotten this lucky.

"and there we go, all done pretty girl" jake smiles lovingly as he wipes the last bit of makeup off your face. you had actually almost fell asleep while he did so, only coming back to consciousness a bit when you heard his voice again.

"want me to wash your face and do your skincare? you just need to help me a little with the order, can you do that baby?" you nodded your head whilst it slumped to the side, causing him to quickly grab your cheeks positioning your head upright again. "how much did you drink...?" he asked concerned, but knowing how much of a lightweight you were he knew it quite literally could have only been a couple. – "what'r youu, my mom?" you giggled causing jake to do the same, "no silly, im your boyfriend, your loving boyfriend, who's trying to get you ready for bed, do you remember me?" you opened your eyes again finally, but only squinting as you tried to make out the blurred face infront of you, "mhm!! jase!!"

jake just slowly closed his eyes letting his head fall into your lap in defeat. "mhm... yea jase" he mumbled muffling a small laugh before he lifted up his head. "okay silly girl come on," he quickly scooped you up off the couch carrying you in his arms to your room before carefully helping you change your clothes into your pajamas. laying you down onto your bed, jake quickly went into the bathroom grabbing all of your skincare products before placing them down onto the bed beside you. he had watched you do this many times before, so he had no fear that he could easily do it himself at this point. without a second thought he carefully washed your face using a wash cloth and your face wash, before applying all of your serums and moisturizers. just as he finished, placing a small kiss on your lips "pretty."

"jake?" – his eyes lit up with the small call of his name from your lips, "mhm? im here baby, what do you need?" he carefully held your hand in both of his caressing your skin gently.

"m tired.. " he smiled softly, "lets go to bed then hm?" you sleepily nodded your head. jake waisted no time walking to turn off the lights before lifting up the covers and crawling into bed behind you. his warm arms scooping you up into his embrace, holding you as closely as possible. his lips softly pressing against the back of your neck and the side of your cheek.

he was tired too. it was almost 4 am at this point and little did you know he had also stayed up all night, for this very moment. just to make sure you were home safe and in his arms. "i love you" you mumbled, your hands wrapping over his draped around your waist keeping them there. you could feel the smile on the back of your neck, before feeling another warm kiss. "i love you more."

—

[savourandswell]

Dude you dissapeared just few months and you blew up!! What the hell did u do this time? So hot and inspiring! Congrats!

HAHA I knowwwwww. I can honestly say it just kind of… happened. I wasn’t trying, the weight just keeps coming. Thinking about my routine though, there are a few tips I have for anyone aspiring to or struggling to gain. So here they are…

WEIGHT GAIN TIPS FROM SAVOURANDSWELL

#1. 🥛MILK🥛:

I love milk. The value of milk to growing and maintaining my weight cannot be overstated. I consider it the most important aspect. A litre of whole milk contains anywhere from 650-850 calories, nearly double that if it’s Half&Half. SODA DOESN’T COME CLOSE TO NUMBERS LIKE THAT‼️ That’s not even to mention how nutritious milk is, you’ll get fatter, but somehow feel fitter. Trust me- if you want some easy gains, drink less soda and more milk.

#2. ❌No Small Snacks❌:

Small snacks will sabotage your appetite. If you’re hungry but all you have available is a packet of chips or some fruit? Leave them, stay hungry. Let that feeling grow- let your mind be consumed by the thought of food and wait until you have the chance to eat a real meal. You’ll eat far more calories then than if you’d given in for a paltry couple hundred.

#3. ⬆️BIG Meals & Eat Them Quickly⬆️:

If you can handle it, cut out snacks completely and eat 2-3 big meals a day. Your stomach will struggle to feel a difference between a huge amount of calories eaten far apart and a small amount eaten regularly throughout the day- but the scales will notice. 6000 calories spread across 3 meals will leave you feeling no more full than 2500 spread through small meals and snacks.

When you do eat your meals, EAT FAST. None should take much longer than 15-20 minutes, if they do, your body will start to feel it and your appetite will fail. I love to savour my food- but I save that for fancy dinners and sessions with a partner. If you want to gain, eat quickly and without very much thought at all. That leads me to my next point-

#4. 📱Eat Mindlessly📱

Don’t think too much when you eat, not even about how much you’re enjoying the food. There’s a real and powerful connection between mind and body- if you’re truly aware of how much food you’re eating, you will feel more full. Try not think about it, distract yourself by watching a movie, or YouTube, or talking to someone. Have all your food ready next to you, and shovel it in while you focus on something else.

#5. 💤Eat Your Biggest Meal Just Before You Sleep💤

Conventional wisdom states that eating before you sleep will make you fatter because your body is more sedentary- that doesn’t really make much sense, a calorie is a calorie regardless of when you eat it. HOWEVER, much of my previous advice will be perfectly applied by eating at this time. You will have had to wait quite a while between meals to eat at this time, making you very hungry. You will be tired, helping you to eat mindlessly. Besides that- you will get the pure bliss of descending into a sweet food coma every night, and leave just enough time for you to wake up hungry all over again.

Well, that’s it. Some quick tips from savourandswell. They may not feel applicable to you, they may even seem undesirable for the kind of lifestyle you want to live… HEY, that’s fine, no problem. This is just one fat guys tips, there are tons of ways to gain weight and mine may not work for everyone- but it’s worked for me, and that’s worth considering. Good luck ;)

[muhlsworld]

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

synopsis: you and nika have a talk

WARNINGS: someone flirting with nika and comfort i think

you can find the request here

you, nika, and some of her old uconn teammates decided to go out seeing has you all had a free friday night while visiting, so here you all are at ted’s enjoying your friday night.

it was nikas turn to head for the drink at the bar. so here you were waiting with paige, azzi, and kk. you guys were all laughing and having a good time. that was until you turned to look at the bar for nika and saw some random girl next to nika. that girl was too close for your liking. but you turned back around to keep your conversation going with the girls.

a few more minutes had passed and turned around again to look at the bar seeing as nika had taken a while already. and what you saw made you feel uneasy. nika and this girl were having a conversation. but what made you feel uneasy was that the girl had placed her on nikas shoulder.

you looked feeling upset about the whole situation but you didn’t want to make a huge deal about it in front of your friends. so you were gonna wait till you got home to talk about it with nika. but the night wasn’t the same anymore. you weren’t feeling the fun anymore. and nika noticed but she would bring it up later when you got home.

you guys had left the bar around 2am. and once you got back to your apartment you shared with nika you went straight to the bedroom and nika followed you. “what’s going? you started acting weird.” nika asked. “it’s nothing it’s fine.” you said. “come on, i know it’s not nothing. talk to me.” she said softly. you guys were now sitting on the bed next to each other.

“i just… i didn’t like how touchy that girl at the bar was with you.” you said quietly, almost feeling embarrassed about it. and then it all clicked in nikas head. she know you had a tendency to be insecure especially now with all the popularity she was gaining. “oh baby, im so sorry.” she said quickly.

you replied with “it’s fine. i’m just making it a big deal.” “no no of course it’s a big deal. you’re feelings are so important to me, you know that.” nika explained. and you felt slightly better about the situation. “you know i wasn’t entertaining her or anything right?” she asked. you didn’t say anything to her about that. she sighed placing a hand on your thigh which caused you to look up at her.

“i promise i only want you. no one else can bring me the amount of happiness that you bring me. you’re the only person i’ve ever wanted okay? all this popularity means nothing to me without you.” nika explained to you very sincerely. “thank you nika, and i know you weren’t entreating her or anything. i just couldn’t help but feel that way you know?” you said.

“yes i totally understand and im sorry for not setting boundaries with that girl at the bar when i should’ve.” nika said. “thank you i really appreciate it nika.” you said smiling softly at her. she brought a hand to your jaw and pulled you in for a short sweet kiss. which you happily returned.

seeing as it was very late you guys got ready for bed. and as you crawled in bed nika said “i love you so much.”. you smiled at her and replied “i love you more.” nika had opened her arms so you could lay on her chest and you did.

you were happy nika was very understanding about what you were feeling. you were so lucky to have someone like her in your life. she was everything you had ever dreamed of.

and with that you guys fell asleep in each others arms. feeling happy with on another.

A/N: this is kinda short so i’m sorry about that but lmk if you have any more requests !

[gabberpopsexclusive]

hello. hi. this is my comeback.

i'm STILL obsessing over the thought of cockwarming joost.

i'm thinkin like its been one of those days, he's really busy with editing/doing some important stuff on his computer, yet u cant help but be all needy while he's busy

so, he offers you a compromise. you can sit on his dick while he does his work, but nothing else for now.

i can just think of getting all needy feeling his dick deep inside of you, him occasionally adjusting how he's sitting and hitting a spot in you that makes you let out a small whimper, but there's nothing you can do beside sit there and wait for him to do that again, cuz he's just sooo busy

grinding a little bit on him and he stops for a second to grab onto your waist and tell you to stop cuz he CLAIMS he only has like 10 more minutes of work (even tho it feels an eternity longer)

trust just keep doin that and eventually he'll get fed up and end up fucking you

he might be really mean to u cuz u didn't let him finish his work, but u got what u wanted so.. worth it right?

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haha. hey. did u guys miss me. i hope u did. anyway, heres a thought that's been plaguing me and ik a lot of people seemed to want me to expand on from my previous post. ok bye hope u liked!

[moon-ttokki-x]

hello hello sweetheart <3

i heard requests are open and i just really needed a comfort fic with minho? i had a dance production recently. one that was really important to me but my old knee and thigh injury acted up last minute and i physically winced in the middle of my performance. people say they didn't notice it but i did and i just feel like absolute shit over it. maybe minho being a dancer comforting reader about it? i'm sorry this is specific but you write comfort incredibly well. i hope you're keeping well ❤️‍🩹

hello <3 oh no, hope you're okay and the injury isn't acting up too much... i'm sure you were great, sho. sometimes we have a way of beating ourselves up for things that people don't even notice. nevertheless, try not to be too hard on yourself, and take care of your body <3

you did well - dancer!lee minho x dancer!reader

pairing: dancer!lee minho x dancer!reader

summary: you make a mistake during a dance performance and minho comforts you.

genre: angsty, mentions of an old injury acting up, crying, dancer!au, fluffy at the end

a/n: sending love to all my dancer readers. divider by @draculasdaughterrr

You sit down and press a hand to your beating heart. The plastic of the blue chair is cold beneath your thighs and you inhale deeply, trying to still the racing thrum pulsing inside of you.

Looking up, you catch eyes with yourself in the reflection of the wide stylist mirror. In your current state, you're finding it difficult to recognise yourself; all dressed up for the production, two dilated eyes set into a pale face staring back at you.

This is beyond important.

Everything needs to go well, and you find yourself so restless that you get up and begin quietly rehearsing your steps. A hand goes to your leg; you find yourself wondering if the injury will decide to play up during the performance. It has before, and it's never ended well.

But it might not happen this time, you remind yourself firmly, and move into your start position.

There's still half an hour to go, and the dressing room is empty while you rehearse, everyone instead choosing to filter into the wings of the stage to peek out over the audience. Occasionally, someone comes in while you dance by yourself; a dancer who forgot their shoes, or a stylist who came to pick up their set of eyeshadow brushes.

But you ignore them and focus wholly on repeating the steps over and over, and when the time comes to head backstage with the other dancers in your section of the performance, you feel ready.

The excited, glittery buzz coming from everyone in the production quiets as the event officially starts. You wait and watch, preparing to head onstage. You watch the others dancing and notice Minho amongst them, a fellow dancer and friend; you're surprised as you hadn't realised he was helping start the dance off. You'd assumed his part was mainly the middle section, but apparently not.

You allow yourself the brief luxury of watching him for a while; you anticipate every one of his steps, and watch how the gems sewn into the shoulders of his top catch the light, making him look as if he's glowing.

"Y/n," someone whispers behind you. "Come on, we're supposed to be filling in the background. Stop staring at your lover and move."

"He's not my lover," you hiss, but you move anyway, filtering into the background with the other members. The light of the stage hits you suddenly; you float to the right, as the routine goes, and feel the heat of its glare pressing against your skin.

Your heart begins to speed up and then slow as you find yourself becoming more comfortable on stage. You remember every step, executing the moves with a seamless perfection, twisting and turning and jumping on beat every time. A little bubble of joy floats up inside of you and settles happily in your stomach, the way it always does when you dance.

You keep a watchful eye on the front dancers, as they hold your cue for moving to the front. Your solo comes directly after they begin to part down the middle. The first dancer at the front moves, then the second, then the third, and by then you're already moving confidently to begin your solo.

Your heart pounds suddenly as you feel the audience's concentrated gaze on you, but you calmly inhale and focus on your steps, choosing to periodically close your eyes to help refocus. You're not as nervous as you used to be, but there's always that little bundle of nerves that decides to unravel in the middle of a routine.

You exhale and channel all the force from your knees, perfectly completing the first part of your jump combination. You feel a sudden, sharp pain in your knee and your heart rises up, a sick feeling popping the happy bubble in your stomach. Because you know exactly what that pain is.

You spin and continue anyway, choosing to balance the weight on your other leg. Channeling all the energy from your legs, you jump and complete the second jump, but as you land, a terrible searing pain shoots through your leg and you physically wince, your knees almost buckling.

Hissing quietly, you keep dancing and finish your solo, moving towards the back of the stage, where your position is for the finale. You dance as much as you can without overexerting and quickly get into position, dropping to your knees and stretching to the left, the music swelling and then dropping. The audience's applause is deafening but all you can focus on is the sharp stinging pain radiating through your leg and the feeling of failure sitting heavy in your gut like lead. You bite your lip, trying to hold back tears, and strain, holding your position before the dancers at the front begin to get up.

You don't even stay to bow. Hurrying off stage, you limp to the nearest dressing room and slump against a bench, clutching your leg. The pain begins to dwindle after a while and you exhale through your teeth, feeling hot tears spill down your cheeks.

You ruined it. After all that practice, you just had to go and ruin it by wincing in front of everyone. And they all saw it. The audience is probably whispering about it right now.

You hastily scrub tears off your cheekbones as someone opens the door. A large brown eye peeks through hesitantly, followed by a glittering string of diamonds sewn into two broad shoulders.

Minho steps into the dressing room and shuts the door carefully before turning around. There are costumes and various dancer paraphernalia strewn chaotically across the floor, and you watch with a weak smile as he begins to navigate through the mess with a typical dancer's precision. Through your haze of tears and the still-dwindling pain in your leg, you can't help but notice the fact that he's here, that he knew where you were even after you ran off. He must have followed you off stage.

He sits down next to you, adjusting himself against the bench, and folds his legs neatly across each other. He wraps his arms around his legs and thoughtfully traces a diamond on his left shoulder.

"Are you in pain?" He says quietly, not looking at you.

You shake your head, a heavy sigh escaping you as you fully process the absolute mess you made of your solo.

Minho hums and turns to look at you finally. He tilts his head and nudges you ever so gently. You go sideways, just managing to catch yourself with your hand. But you don't mind. To Minho, it's a companiable gesture, the gentle nudge, but he forgets his own considerable strength sometimes.

You sigh again and Minho exhales too. You notice his chest is still rising and falling, rising and falling. He's probably still coming down from the dancer's high. Either that or he's tired.

"You did well, you know," he says, even quieter than before.

You sniff and scrub a hand over your cheekbones again. "It's not that."

"Oh? Then what?"

You fall against the bench, exhaling shakily. "I winced during the jump and everyone saw it. My injury acted up."

Minho blinks. "I was watching you and I didn't see anything. Looked good to me."

Your eyes go wide. That's a big compliment coming from him. But it doesn't lift your spirits the way you imagined it would.

He turns his body to face you. "It's okay, Y/n. Things happen. But you were professional about it and pushed through. You still did your best, and that's all you need to do. I really don't think anyone noticed."

You feel another tear run down your cheek. "But what if they did notice?"

"So?" He says rather bluntly.

You turn to face him, but you're met with the feeling of soft, musky fabric against your cheek. Minho's arm wraps around your shoulders and you exhale, relaxing against his chest. You feel him shift the fabric a little higher so that the diamonds on his shoulders don't rest against your forehead.

"Don't worry," Minho says gently. "You did well, Y/n."

You feel another tear run down your cheek as he pulls back. Your tears look like cracked slivers of crystal against the puffiness of your eyes and you sniff as Minho brushes them away with a thumb.

"Thank you, Min," you say almost inaudibly.

He strokes your hair and then gets up, offering you a hand. He grins, but it's not unkind, rather reassuring and quietly caring. "Let's go and get you an icepack."

You take his hand and stand up.

a/n: feel better sho !

[emsdevs]

can we get a tz11 where reader is nervous for something so he just does whatever he can to make her laugh and cheer her up 🙏

Sticks and Smiles

a/n: kirby my love, i'm sorry i made you wait so long for this 🧍‍♀️i hope i make you giggle while you read this MWAH love you 🧡

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You had an important interview at work coming up, and as the day got closer, your nerves became more and more prominent. Trevor could see the toll it was taking on you, and it made his chest hurt. He hates seeing you so stressed out. His favorite activity is actually making you smile or laugh. It’s what gets him through his own hard days. He takes it upon himself to cheer you up. He can’t have his girl being down all the time. What kind of boyfriend would he be?

“Hey babe! What do you call a pig that does karate?” he wasn’t sure why, but dad jokes were his preferred method of cheering you up. It probably stems from when he said one on your first date because he was so nervous he wasn’t sure what to talk about. That was the first time he’d heard you really laugh, and he’s been chasing that high ever since.

“What, Trev?” you couldn’t hide the sigh in your words.

“A pork chop!” He managed to get a little grin out of you, but he wasn’t planning on stopping. He’d try again soon. Just about thirty-five minutes later, he decided he should throw out another joke.

“Why did the golfer bring two pairs of pants?”

“I don’t know, Trev. Why?” the grin was already making its way back onto your face, and he knew he was making progress.

“In case he got a hole in one. Duh,” he said the punchline in such a stupid tone you couldn’t help but let out one little chuckle. He waited almost an hour this time, giving it enough time that you might think he’s done.

“Baby. What did the policeman say to his belly button?” “Again?”

“Yes! C’mon!”

“Okay,” you sigh, but it was really just for dramatics, “what did he say?”

“You’re under a vest!” Trevor must’ve thought this one was pretty funny because he laughed before he could even catch your reaction. When he saw you fighting away a smile, he knew for sure his plan would work. He just couldn’t give up.

The two of you had just finished eating dinner when he dropped the next joke, “Why are there gates around cemeteries?”

Your brows are furrowed when you look at him, worried about where this joke might go, “Why?”

“Because people are dying to get in!”

“Trevor!” you try to scold him, but with the small laughs you’re letting out, you know he isn’t taking you seriously. He waits until you’re both in bed to tell you his last joke. You’d just gotten comfy, him cuddled up against your back.

“Babe,” he’s whispering horribly right into your ear, “what’s brown and sticky?”

“Trevor, no.”

“C’mon please.” Again, you sigh, “Okay. What is brown and sticky, Trev?”

He snorts before revealing the answer, “A stick.”

You can’t help it. That one gets you. Before long, you’re cackling right beside Trevor, and he’s loving it. It feels like it’s been forever since he’s seen you smile that brightly. Knowing he caused it makes him ten times happier.

“There’s my favorite smile,” he’s looking at you so tenderly that it leaves no room to doubt how he feels for you.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so stressed recently,” you’re not sure why you’re apologizing. You just felt the need to.

“Don’t be sorry. Just wanna be sure you’re happy. That’s all I ever want,” Trevor leans in to kiss your temple, and the two of you fall asleep like that, all tangled up in one another with smiles on your faces.

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what if you dated bokuto kotarou ?

tags/warnings : clingy bokuto x reader, fluff , reader wears makeup , silly lil guy

wc : 0.5k

bokuto doesn’t realize how invasive he is sometimes, he doesn’t understand the concept of personal space or alone time, he just doesn’t pick up hints “alone ? that’s sad…i’ll come ! i’m free”

bokuto the type of guy that knows no shame, embarrassment shouldn’t be a thing ! he is your boyfriend after all , what’s wrong with following you to the bathroom even if you’re gonna pull a number 2… right ?

bokuto who genuinely thought that cheating on your partner is illegal , who even thought going all out on valentines is a legal obligation

bokuto mirrors your emotions without even noticing, if you’re feeling angry well he’s angry too now, if you’re sad maybe you should hold each other and cry together, if you’re in a good mood suddenly he’s all smiles and laughs

during high school , bokuto would be your personal alarm clock, he’d call you every morning to wake you up with a “GOOODMORNING GORGEOUS”, he would facetime you thru you whole routine

when you both grew up and started living together, that didn’t really change , bokuto would still follow you around but now he can get a better view when you’re showering. he would hold you while you’re making breakfast, falling back asleep for an extra minute

and when you’re doing your makeup , he looks at you like it’s the most complex thing in the world. he would sit next to you and silently observe , too scared to ask questions “hey…i don’t think you should be putting that pencil in your eye..”

you don’t need to be an athlete, but bokuto will insist on working out together. If you refuse, he just picks you up and starts doing squats

he sends texts at the worst time— you’re in class? BAM—a blurry selfie of him mid-practice with the caption “thinking of youuuu”

bokuto is your ultimate hype man, “bokuto,I finally organized my desk.”

bokuto: GASP “BABE. YOU’RE INCREDIBLE. LOOK AT THIS ORGANIZATION. SO CLEAN. SO EFFICIENT. I’M DATING A GENIUS.”

bokuto is physically incapable of not touching you. If you’re sitting next to him, he’s leaning on you. If you’re standing together, he’s either holding your hand, draping an arm over your shoulder, or spinning you in circles just because.

you’ll be doing laundry and find random rocks, rubber bands, crumpled receipts, a paperclip, and occasionally a mystery item in his pockets. If you ask him about it, he shrugs. “seemed important at the time.”

bokuto would wear fake glasses sometimes and suddenly starts using words like “indubitably.” If you try to challenge him on something dumb, he just pushes them up his nose and says, “Actually, according to SCIENCE—” (he does not elaborate).

on dinner dates, bokuto would wait for the keyword “i’m not hungry anymore” so he can take your plate and gobble it

bokuto doesn’t mind playing the role of the weighted blanket , although he does love to be the big spoon , when you wrap you arm around him or let him lie on your chest , he melts

[verystrxxwberry]

Hi, Alex! What about some wedding headcanons with Eldarya boys, please? Thank you!

ELDARYA; wedding headcanons! ♡

♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Individual headcanons, reader x route (both TO and ANE), sfw. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I didn’t really have much inspiration to write these headcanons, but I did my best effort! I hope you all enjoy it. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•.

EZAREL

Seeing you kneeling in front of him confused him. Were you going to tie his shoelaces? But he had boots on, you didn't have to. Wait, were you planning to...? Ah, no, you didn't. You just pulled out a little box... “Would you like to be my husband, Ezarel?” you asked, opening the box and exposing a small golden ring inside. A ring...? Ezarel had a hard time processing your question, the meaning of each one of the words and the connection they had in the sentence. He was in shock, unable to speak for several minutes until he was able to blink and think coherently.

He felt like saying no just to annoy you, but he nodded, “wow, wait... are you sure? I've never been married before...”

“Uh... neither have I, that's why I want to marry you,” you laughed a little at his nervousness, “so… what’s the answer? Do you want to be my husband?” The elf sighed, eyes slightly glazed over and kneeling down in front of you to hug you.

“Of course I do, yes, yes, and yes,” he murmurs, filling your neck with little kisses. He would forget to put on the ring and look at you confused when you put it on, “what are you doing?” to him, you two were already married.

Ezarel doesn't know how to help with the wedding preparations, so he leaves the responsibility to Keroshane. He's fine with it all, but he'd even think it's perfect if there are a lot of sweets at the banquet.

When the day arrives, Ezarel is very nervous, his hands sweaty and his eyes shining with constant excitement. It's adorable to see the elf so vulnerable for his wedding day. He would be constantly adjusting his suit, looking in the reflections to fix his hair and look decent.

Many times in the past Ezarel commented that weddings were tiring for him since it was so time-consuming. But the time passed quickly at his wedding, and he certainly enjoyed it as he had never enjoyed any event before.

You, Valkyon, Nevra and Ezarel would be sitting in a circle of chairs while everyone seemed to get carried away for a night, talking, gossiping and having a good time. Ezarel would have cried from the excitement, and only the three of you knew how to comfort him. The elf was so clingy! He didn't leave your side all night. 

He seemed to be constantly on the verge of tears, but it was simply the bliss of the moment. His head would constantly be resting on your shoulder while he seemed to be much more joking and relaxed than usual.

NEVRA

Never ever expected to marry someone. No one expected him to take that big step on his life and compromise himself with someone, but there he was! More than willing to be your husband. 

You didn’t even expect he’d be the one getting on his knees and giving the most precious speech you’ve ever heard before. Tears blurred your vision, but you still nodded your head. Nevra was so glad you had agreed to take that step with him. You wanted to keep it a secret from Karenn, but she ended up finding out because she insisted so much; she knew you two had a plan in mind! And when she found out, she cried a lot with emotion.

And for a year, you were organizing things, in fact, Nevra put so much attention and care into the wedding that he planned things while he was still at work, completely focused on it, as it was more important than work at that moment. He did a great combo of purple, yellow and red lights that made the environment truly romantic! He made sure the environment could keep the romantic vibes he wished to give.

It would be celebrated on the hundred years cherry tree area. He ordered a certain pattern of lights around the area, relighting the lights around the tree and causing a beautiful lighting effect since the wedding would be at dusk.

The day came, and you found yourself in front of Nevra. His trembling hands held yours gently, his voice sounded firm as he swore an oath to love you until death do you part.

As he made his emotional speech once again, you heard Karenn sobbing in the background. She was crying more than you both together.

You could see that Nevra was completely relaxed, with a smile all the time on his face. Karenn hugged you both very affectionately after the ceremony, weeping like a baby.

The party began and Nevra would lead you to a slow dance under the warm lights, taking your waist with certain firmness and gentleness while his other hand intertwined his fingers with you. Everyone was enjoying themselves, some conversing at the table dinner, others drinking and dancing around you; but it still felt like the two of you were alone. After all, it was your day. Although his voice was low, the closeness between you allowed you to hear him more than the music itself. He would tell you nice things about how he had never imagined himself at that moment, how he doubted he would be a good husband; but that he would do his best to keep things going as smoothly as ever.

He planned a surprise trip to other safe regions on Eldarya for your honeymoon. -And pray to not get pregnant during the honeymoon, because it is most likely to happen by accident!-

If we are talking in terms of A new era context… imagine you sent a letter to Ezarel to update him about the news and inviting him to the wedding. His presence would be an absolute surprise! And Nevra would hug him so tightly it’d seem that the wedding was between Nevra and Ezarel. It’d be so cute!

VALKYON

Accidentally proposed the same day. Yes, as you read. In different situations, you had discussed what a married life would be like, and you both seemed attracted to the idea of getting married. Therefore, you planned to propose on the day of your anniversary. But you were surprised to see how Valkyon went ahead and in the middle of dinner took out a box, opening it to show you the ring. “Valkyon...” you mused and also took out the box, showing him a similar ring, ”I was also going to propose to you today...”

You both looked at each other puzzled before you both started laughing out loud. That was already an automatic yes from both parties, so that was a relief.

Very lost with the wedding preparations....but still, supports your ideas! Want him to wear a princess dress? Ok. Want to eat some nachos for the banquet? That’s cool. Want to throw a bucket of water to him to celebrate it? Alright, as you want, dear.

Wants to see you dressed for the wedding before the wedding. Although that would cause him to stay up all night thinking about how good it looks on you, and my goodness, he's so in love.

They had to change his suit because the first one was so tight that his pecs were almost waving at you, and he didn't want to look obscene at the wedding. After the wedding it’s ok, he can be obscene…, but by the gods, there would be kids during it!

You wouldn't complain about seeing him with a chest window though.

Anyway, you'd see him with his hair pulled back in a low ponytail, and it looks great on him! The ceremony was fantastic and warm, everyone was so happy to see you two start a new stage in your lives.

When he sees you dressed for the wedding he repeats countless times how beautiful you look. And he really cannot take his eyes from you.

He would save time during the night to thank the guests for coming, especially the older creatures! And he would spend some time playing with the little ones.

Valkyon would end up drunk from trying every shot, glass and tankard of beer.... Forgive him, because from that moment on he would be more clingy and cheerful, open to board games with you and other creatures. He would have his hand constantly on your knee, since he was afraid to let you out of his sight.

He would let himself be free and end up unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt, undoing his tie a bit and letting his hair down. He looked gorgeous, and it was almost mesmerizing how handsome your husband was.

That night was also truly special. So truly special and intense that next morning he was completely dead (not literally -heh-), needing almost all the day to rest. The same goes for you though.

LEIFTAN

No doubt Leiftan has thought on more than one occasion about marrying you and starting a family with you. It seems to him the strongest connection there could be. And over the years of your relationship he realized that he wanted to make that wish come true, but he was too shy to take the initiative. He was afraid, what if it wasn't your ideal life? Maybe he would have to settle for not formally marrying you and just being your boyfriend.

As usual, Leiftan took you on a date with him to an extensive secluded garden, where he liked to take you for picnics. While he kept busy making a flower crown, you plucked up the courage to take the big step. You caught his attention and began to recite some beautiful and sentimental words to him, stuttering a bit from nerves, which made you embarrassed... but it's Leiftan, c’mon, he more than anyone else knows how to be patient and bring confidence when you are nervous. He doesn't judge you for stuttering.

In fact, your words are so nice that he starts sobbing as if you were giving him the worst news in the world. Forgive him... he's really very happy! He will finally accomplish one of his goals in life. He didn't know what he had done to deserve that you wanted to have him as your husband, but without a doubt his answer was a huge yes. With trembling hands he grabbed you by the cheeks and pressed a kiss against your lips full of love and emotion.

Participate in the organization of the wedding 100%! In fact, he is in charge of most of the lighting, decoration and banquet. He would prepare sweets for the banquet himself.

It’d be more a dinner than a party, as Leiftan enjoys quiet environments where everyone can talk together and have fun without the need of overwhelming stimulations.

There won’t be much people as he prefers to have a comfortable and more relaxed ceremony, where your closest friends and family could go.

The fact that he is getting married is already overwhelming enough!

The ceremony is beautiful and quite traditional, although Leiftan ordered the playing of instruments such as piano and violin to make the scene much more special for the two of you. As the classical music played in the background, Leiftan held back tears like he had never cried before. You looked beautiful in your wedding outfit! And just as you arrived on the stage, he let you know it, with some admiration, desire and no doubt, a lot of love.

He searched and prepared a honeymoon in a cozy and warm place where you could constantly get massages, go to dates in open spaces and warm baths!

LANCE

A strange concept he never thought about, as he’d never thought he’d get to marry anyone. There was a serious conversation once. You two deeply thought about your future plans, and he asked you if you wanted to ever marry him. You said yes, which made him very confused, and he overthought a lot of the reasons for that to be your choice. It had no logic…

He consulted secretly with almost everyone in the guards. “Hey, in case you want to get married, how would you propose it? Oh, and do you think ____ would like to marry me?” Everybody told him literally yes, but he kept thinking you would say no.

It was thanks to Mathieu's insistence and his words straight out of a fantasy love novel that slightly motivated him to take the big step.

And it took years for him to take some bravery to ask it.

He won’t get on his knees because he wants to make it subtle. He’d ask you to go for a walk and then, as you two are pretty far from anyone, he’ll start his proposal.

When you said yes, Lance sighed in relief as if there was a chance for you to say no. You won’t see it but that night he kicked his feet like a happy, in love teen.

He tries to help with the wedding preparation, but it’s a little bit messy or simple… yet he contributes a lot with the money. He spends the whole time until the wedding having a little crisis every day from how life will change, how he is terrified of not being a good husband…

Whatever, the day comes, and he is so tense that you even wonder if he is enjoying himself. You gave him your hand, and he spent the whole day seeking your hand as a way to be less nervous. And it worked!

He doesn’t think that many people would agree to come to the wedding, but for his surprise, lots of people came (for his perspective though, it was actually a small wedding because he didn’t want a very big party). He prefers the ceremony short and to the point so you all can go to have dinner. He gets very congratulated by everyone and that only serves to make him proud, happy and feeling so damn lucky to have you.

Eats a lot during that night, but like a LOT.

He gets emotional at some point, sad that his brother can't see any of what's going on. It occurred to you to encourage him, telling him that from wherever he was, he would be watching you and encouraging you to continue with a happy life. You were sure Valkyon would be proud of the change Lance made and of finally getting someone to call him husband and make it official.

He hugs you and starts muttering how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have married to you. He was absolutely in love with you. And that night he filled you with that love, making sure you knew how deep his feelings are!

MATHIEU

It was proposed by accident. Literally, of all the places he could hide the box with the ring, he hid it behind a pillar of books on the desk. As you were tidying up your space you saw it, and began to laugh at how clumsy your boyfriend could be. But clearly the thought of him proposing got you excited.

You started giving him more hints over the next few days about wanting to get married. You saw him turn red with embarrassment, as well as nervous and somewhat awkward. His nervous smile and stuttering were adorable.

One day he was very frustrated, he had lost something very important. You saw him on the verge of tears, and because he refused to let you help him, you decided to help him lol. You knew where the box was, although he seemed to have forgotten... how clumsy. When he saw you pick up the box, he became very nervous, asking you, “Do you know what it is?”

You could no longer pretend and nodded your head, “of course I know, silly,” you humorously handed it to him, “but aren’t you planning to get down on your knees?”

Oh, he immediately did! He opened the box and showed you the ring, “so… you know the question, right?” his smiled didn’t fail to show his excitement. And it increased when the answer to the most awaited question was a yes- you wanted to marry him!

He would love to have a themed wedding. No need for everything to be so formal, guests could go in costume and make it a really fun wedding! However, the tradition of doing something formal was there, and he decided to adapt to having a formal wedding... and the next day a themed party with the guests!

The day came, and he was panicking a lot, Lance had to calm him down to not be so anxious during the ceremony. He almost puked last day’s dinner…

So excited he invites everyone he sees. So you might find creatures you didn’t know about invited by Mathieu since they were kind to him… a little bit risky, yes. But he’s just like that from the excitement.

Mesmerized about how you look. And he definitely started sobbing when he saw you walking towards him, a liquid snoot threatening at the edge of his nose… yeah, he was a little bit messy, but he was as adorable anyway. Lance gave him a tissue to clean himself because it’d be unacceptable to be filled of snots and tears when it is time to kiss you!

He fills your face with kisses when he gets the chance to kiss you after the beautiful speech and all of that. Mathieu was so excited to give you the first as your husband!

Spends the whole night playing games with you, yapping, dancing and having fun! And the next day there will be a themed party where you’d have even more fun.

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Hellooo :3

could you write how Lorenzo and Barou would react to if reader sent them nudes, please?

hii <3 ofc i can! im so sorry for taking so long :( idk how exactly to write reactions but i hope you like it!

proofread but you never know, so im sorry if there's any errors!

don lorenzo

lorenzo feels like drool might start leaking from his mouth. there's no way he isn't spotting a hard-on right now, he knows that. all thanks to the notification popping on his screen just when he got his break, his intention being only checking his phone to see if you left any texts and oh, sure you did.

"been missing you... [02:38 PM]"

'"come back soon <3 [02:46 PM]"

the first one was sent a few minutes before his break, he could even hear your whiny voice actually saying it, and just from this one message alone, he would be beaming for the rest of his practice while thinking about you.

well, that's until he noticed the image attached to the second one.

surely he'll be thinking about you for the rest of the day after seeing it. the one that made him click on your chat, the one that got lips curving into a smirk, the one that got the boner on his shorts.

it's a picture of you. your body lays on your shared bed, breasts free of any bra with your nipples perked up, one of your hands holding your phone up to your face while the other disappears inside the lacy panties adorning your hips, hinting what you've probably been done for the past minutes.

it's a mirror picture. the same mirror he got on the ceiling of your bedroom, specifically above your bed because he wanted you to watch when he fucks you in missionary.

he's totally making that picture his lockscreen. because he's just this kind of freak.

and he's totally excusing himself to the locker room to enjoy his break, fingers quickly moving to text back a response.

"keep cumming till you can't anymore [02:50 PM]"

"ya better be nice and wet for me when i get home [02:51 PM]"

oh, and he's 100% snapping a few pictures of his hand covered in his cum and sending it to you when he's done.

shoei barou

shoei barou can't believe his eyes. he thinks you might've gone insane at this point.

he knew it would come back to bite him in the ass sooner or later, to date such a nasty person like you... but what could he do? he loved you after all.

even when you decided to give him a boner in the middle of his cleaning.

he couldn't help but worry a little when his phone rang non-stop, the exclusive sound he gave your number so he would know it was you just from hearing it, indicating you'd sent him a few texts. and as much as cleaning was sacred to him, you were way more important than the dishes he was doing.

oh, what a right regretful choice.

"shoeeeeei [04:28 PM]"

"miss u sososo muchhhh [04:28 PM]"

"wanna be with youuuu [04:29 PM]"

unlocking his phone, the first messages got him to calm down, at least he knew that you were safe. he smiled to himself, reading through your sweet texts. he really thought nothing of it at first, he was used to your clinginess – especially when you had to go to work –, that was probably just you being your lovely self.

that's until he scrolled down and saw the image attached to your chat.

it was a picture of you. probably hidden in the restroom, your face is off the screen, just lips and chin showing but surely not the most eye-catching element in the pic.

his gaze is unconsciously attracted to your uniform, with enough buttons open to show your cleavage and the red, lacy bra framing your breasts, he can't deny his dick twitches at the sight. like a cherry atop the cake, a necklace hangs from your neck with a 'B' pendant resting right in the middle of your tits, a faint bruise on your skin thanks to the hickey he gave you a while ago.

he reads the caption.

"yk, it's soooo hot today [04:32 PM]"

"can't wait to be home and get rid of these clothes >.< [04:33 PM]"

he's too stunned to even think of responding, eyes bulging as he stares at his screen perplexed. he can feel his dick straining against his shorts, breath heavy as lust washes over him, heat creeping up his neck and reaching his cheeks the longer he looks at the picture.

it's your next message that takes him out of his trance, his heart pounding in his chest and blood rushing through his veins, eagerness getting the best of him when he places his hand over his bulge, squeezing it slightly as he reads your text.

"hopefully i'll be home soon [04:35 PM]"

"so wait for me my love <3 [04:35 PM]"

he's looking forward to it.

[sjsmith56]

Dad for a Day

Summary: Bucky looks after his son from another universe when the boy’s parents go missing.

Length: 3.6 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Dr. Strange, OCC (named), Sam Wilson.

Warnings: Missing parents, some swearing.

Author notes: Set just after Thunderbolts.

It had been a gruelling mission; co-leading (more like cat herding) the mixed team of select Avengers and Thunderbolts into a secure facility to steal back a piece of technology from the industrial tycoon (or sociopathic billionaire) who stole it from its inventor (an eccentric genius). Between keeping the disparate members of the two teams from actually killing each other with levels of snark that rivalled anything ever experienced by himself and Sam Wilson, then convincing the two sides to cooperate, Bucky was glad they finally completed the mission, and they could go home.

Which was where he was right now, unlocking his front door, and stumbling inside at 2:30 in the morning. He didn’t even undress before collapsing onto his bed. All he wanted was sleep and everything else could wait until the morning. He had earned the right to at least 6 hours of being comatose.

There was a cough. Bucky ignored it. There was another cough, louder and more prolonged than the first one. He opened one eye, saw a blue suit with a swirling red cloak around it at the side of his bed, and closed his eye. There was no way he was dealing with the man.

“Barnes,” said a voice.

“No,” he replied, pulling a pillow over his head. “Go away.”

“It’s important,” said the voice.

“No, Stephen, it’s not,” he answered. “Leave me alone.”

“I would but there’s no one else,” said Dr. Strange. “It has to be you.”

“No.”

“You leave me no choice.”

Bucky swore as his body was levitated in the air and he saw the bed getting further away from underneath him. Then the blanket came off, followed by the pillow which he held onto as best he could, until it too, was ripped away leaving him floating in the air. That’s when he saw the boy, hiding just behind Strange.

“Who is that?” asked Bucky, “and why is he here?”

“He’s your mission,” said Strange. “Bucky, meet Steve. Steve Barnes.”

“Is this a joke? Because I’m really not in the mood.” He took a second look at the boy, noticing the dark hair and blue eyes that were just like his, coming to a conclusion that shouldn’t have been possible. “Fuck.”

“Language,” admonished Strange. “He’s only 8 years old.”

“9. I’m 9 years old,” interrupted young Steve, now standing beside Strange and looking from one man to the other. “You’re not my dad even though you look like him.”

“Steve, we talked about this,” said the sorcerer. “He’s not your dad in this universe but he’s the best Bucky Barnes available, and until your parents are found, someone has to look after you. It’s too dangerous to leave you in your universe.”

Bucky listened to the exchange, then closed his eyes and breathed in and out to calm himself.

“Best Bucky Barnes available? What the hell does that mean?” Strange frowned. “I’ll listen. Just let me down.”

With a shrug, the sorcerer released him, and Bucky fell onto the bed, hard enough to knock the air out of him. Young Steve laughed a little, until Bucky glared at him, making him retreat again behind Dr. Strange. Raising himself up, Bucky shifted so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t hurt kids,” he announced, bothered that the boy seemed to be afraid of him.

“You’re mad at me,” replied the boy. “Or you’re just mad all the time like the others.”

The others? He glared at Strange, who shrugged.

“I’m just … tired,” explained Bucky, pulling his phone out of his pocket, seeing he only got a few hours of sleep. “I didn’t get to bed until late after getting home from a tough mission. I’m not mad at you.” Reluctantly, the boy stepped out from behind Dr. Strange, but he remained wary. Bucky sighed and looked up at the sorcerer. “Can I take a quick shower and get changed? I’ll be five minutes, tops.”

“We’ll be in the living room,” said Strange, leading the boy out.

When Bucky made it out to the living room, Steve was sitting on the couch, with his legs crossed as he played a video game. Dr. Strange looked up at Bucky, then jerked his head to the kitchen.

“He’s engrossed in the game,” he said. “They don’t have them in his universe, but he caught on pretty quickly.”

“So, he’s the son of my counterpart in another universe?” questioned Bucky, as he began making coffee. “Where is his dad?”

“Missing.” Bucky waited for more explanation. “The boy’s parents were supposed to pick him up from school, but they didn’t show. My counterpart there is looking for them, but it’s like they’ve disappeared into a black hole.”

“HYDRA?” asked the super soldier.

“No, they no longer exist in that universe but it’s possible a version of them made an incursion and took his parents. That’s the working theory.” He leaned closer. “Every other Bucky version we’ve come across haven’t exactly been friendly. That’s why I need you to look after him and keep him safe while we search the multiverse for his parents.”

“I’m hungry.”

Both men jumped, startled by the sudden appearance of Steve, neither having heard him approach. The kid had stealth skills.

“What would you like?” asked Bucky.

“Flips,” said the boy.

The two men looked at each other blankly, then at the boy.

“I don’t know what those are,” said Bucky.

Dr. Strange did his thing for a moment, then gave a small smile. “Pancakes.”

Bucky could make those. He got the ingredients out, measuring and mixing as Steve watched him. When he finally poured some batter into the pan and flipped it once the bottom side was cooked, the boy smiled.

“Flips,” he said smugly.

Assembling several on a plate, Bucky took the syrup bottle and held it up with a questioning look on his face.

“Syrup?”

Steve frowned. “Sweetness.”

Bucky poured a little bit and watched as Steve dipped his finger into it, then licked it, smiling after.

“Yes please.”

“Milk to drink?”

“Chocolate?” Steve looked at him hopefully.

“What does your mom usually do?”

“Not chocolate.”

There was disappointment in his voice which Bucky recognized, having heard it from Cass and AJ several times.

“We can do chocolate.”

Bucky opened the chocolate drink powder container, putting a heaping spoonful into two glasses and pouring milk in each, stirring vigorously, then placing one in front of Steve. He kept the other for himself, then made a stack of pancakes. It was only then that he noticed Dr. Strange was gone.

“Son of a ….”

He stifled the rest, mindful of Steve’s age. The boy took two more pancakes from the stack that Bucky made, pouring a whole lot of syrup over them.

“You married?” he asked Bucky, his mouth full of a pancake.

“Nope. Finish eating your food before you speak.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Boyfriend?”

Bucky glanced at him. When he was 9, he didn’t even know men could have boyfriends.

“Do you have any friends?”

“Yeah.” He put some pancakes into his mouth, carefully chewing them before answering the boy. “I do. Probably some of the same ones your dad has. Sam Wilson.”

“No, Dad says he’s a jerk.” Steve took a bite. “John Walker?”

“No,” replied Bucky, firmly. “He’s a … well, we’re not friends.”

Steve rattled off more names, which Bucky shook his head to. “Steve Rogers? I’m named after him.”

“He’s in your universe?” Bucky was surprised at the level of longing in his voice. “Why didn’t he look after you?”

“He’s looking for Mom and Dad, with the other Avengers.” Steve burped and giggled, bringing a frown to Bucky’s face. “Sorry.” He studied the older man’s face. “Isn’t he here?”

“No, he … returned to the old days.”

Bucky stabbed a piece of pancake and put it in his mouth. Steve watched him as they both ate.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did he go back to the old days?”

Why did he go? It was something he asked himself often. Yeah, the man felt out of place in this time, and he was tired of the fight … so he said. But if he was Bucky’s best friend, why didn’t he stay? Shit, it wasn’t something he was comfortable discussing with his therapist. There was no way he was having a conversation with a 9-year-old about it.

“I guess he felt he had to,” said Bucky, avoiding young Steve’s eye. When he did look at the boy, he could see the kid was lost in his own thoughts. “You, okay?”

“I dunno,” admitted Steve. He put his fork down. “You think they’ll find them?”

“Your parents?” The boy nodded. “Yeah, if all the Avengers are looking for your parents, they’ll find them. It’s what they do, right? No matter what universe, the Avengers are the good guys, and they help people in trouble.”

That seemed to satisfy Steve, and he kept on eating. Bucky finished his food and put his dishes in the dishwasher then began washing the frying pan. He smiled when he heard the chair move, and the boy brought over his own dishes. They finished the cleanup then he looked at the clock on the microwave. It wasn’t even 7:30 in the morning yet.

“Did you bring clothes?” he asked. Steve nodded then went over to the entryway, picking up a backpack. “You can sleep in the guest room.”

He showed him the room, then the bathroom, which the boy disappeared into. The sound of a flush was followed by him opening the door.

“Did you wash your hands?” asked Bucky, leaning against the wall.

With a little huff Steve went back inside the bathroom and washed his hands, making sure to show them to Bucky when he came out.

“Can I play that TV game thing again?” he asked. “What’s it called?”

“Video game. You don’t have that?” Steve shook his head. “What do you do for fun?”

“Ride my bike, draw, read comics, go to the fun field.” He shrugged. “Normal stuff.”

Stepping aside, Bucky let him return to the living room. For a kid who had never seen a video game until an hour before, he had no problem remembering how to start it up. Bucky never even played it himself. He got it for Cass and AJ for the odd occasion they visited. Idly, he watched the boy play, then he thought of something.

“What’s your mom’s name?” he asked, wondering if she was someone he already knew.

“Mom.”

“What’s her name name? What does your dad call her?”

“Honey. Sweetheart. Babe.” There was a slight grin on his face. He glanced over at Bucky. “That doctor guy said I couldn’t tell you.”

“Seriously? Why not?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “Maybe so I don’t affect the natural order of things in this universe.”

Where did that come from? What 9-year-old talks about the natural order of the universe?

“Do you even know what that means?” he asked.

“Kind of,” admitted Steve. He focused on the screen game then huffed when he was eliminated. “It means you’re supposed to find her yourself. I can’t tell you because that would be ….” He closed his eyes and thought for the right words. “Interfering with your reality.”

“Dr. Strange told you that, didn’t he?”

“Yup. Said that no matter what I couldn’t tell you. It has to happen naturally.” He looked sideways at Bucky. “I think that means you have to….”

“I know exactly what it means,” sighed Bucky. “What’s this fun field place you mentioned?”

“You know, with swings and slides, and things to climb.”

“So, a playground?” Steve shrugged, turning his attention back to the video game. “Yeah, in my day, we called a fun field a playground.”

“Can we go there?”

“Sure.”

It took about 10 minutes to walk to the playground which was empty but Steven kept himself entertained swinging on the swings (going up way too high), sliding down the slides (face first on his stomach), and climbing up the outside of the largest structure until he was on top and jumping off, landing cleanly on his feet. It appeared he had inherited the super soldier abilities. Bucky wondered how the search for the boy’s parents was going but said nothing. He did watch anyone approaching, considering the possibility that whoever was responsible for his parents being missing might come here for the boy. But no one triggered his senses in an alarming way and after an hour they walked back to the house. Along the way Bucky received a text.

Sam: You coming to debrief?

Shit, he forgot.

Bucky: Can’t. Doing a favour for Dr. Strange.

Sam: What kind of favour?

Bucky contemplated what to tell Sam. The sorcerer hadn’t said anything about keeping Steve’s presence a secret, although standard operating procedure would dictate that the fewer people that knew, the safer it was for the boy. But if he wasn’t safe at the office, then he wouldn’t be safe anywhere. He looked down at the boy, who was jumping from the line in the sidewalk to the next line.

“I have to go into work,” said Bucky. “You’ll have to come with me.”

“Okay.” He stopped and squinted up at the tall man. “Are you an Avenger?”

“Sort of,” replied the super soldier. “I was kind of made to form a team that was supposed to be the new Avengers, except no one told the old group. The lady in charge of my group wasn’t being truthful and so we stopped working for her and now we work with the Avengers a lot.”

“Do you have a name?”

“It’s not a great name,” began Bucky, then he sighed. “Thunderbolts.”

A smile appeared on Steve’s face, and he began jumping again. “That’s a cool name. Is Thor on your team?”

“No.”

“Zeus?”

The kid knows about Zeus? “No.”

“Who?”

He really didn’t want to explain everyone on the team. “You’ll see when we get to the office.”

That satisfied Steve and they returned to Bucky’s house. He texted Sam that he was on his way and bringing a guest, which his friend took to mean a woman. He gave up trying to explain, figuring the man wouldn’t shut up about it until he actually walked in with the boy. At first, he was going to take his motorcycle, but he didn’t have a helmet to fit his guest, so they took the truck instead, making sure he was buckled in securely. On the trip to the compound, Steve asked him more questions about this universe, enough to keep up a steady conversation. Bucky found himself smiling more often than not at some of the younger boy’s observations.

When they arrived there, the guard at the gate wasn’t going to let Steve in but Bucky gave the man his death glare while flexing his left hand. Steve watched the interaction with interest.

“You sure know how to look mean,” he said, after the guard waved them through. “But you’re not. You’re kind of nice.”

Unsure how to answer that Bucky didn’t respond. After parking, they walked towards the doors into the facility, and he felt a smaller hand slip into his.

“You, okay?” he asked, looking down at the boy. “No one here will hurt you. I promise.”

“I know,” smiled Steve, still unsure. “I’m just a little afraid.”

He kneeled down so he was at eye level with him. “They shouldn’t be too different from the people in your universe. Dr. Strange wouldn’t have brought you here unless he was sure of your safety. I can promise you that everyone here will protect you.”

Steve swallowed and nodded his head, then suddenly hugged Bucky, prompting him to hug the boy back, after some hesitation. Then they stood up and walked towards the briefing room. As they entered, all conversation stopped, and everyone’s eyes focused on them. Alexei broke the ice.

“He looks just like you, Bucky,” he said, in his thick Russian accent. “Is this your son? I didn’t know ….”

“This is Steve Barnes,” replied Bucky. “He’s from another universe. Dr. Strange brought him to me early this morning. His parents are missing and the Avengers in his universe are looking for them. Until they’re found, I’m looking after him.”

Sam stepped forward, kneeling down. “I’m Sam Wilson. You’re safe here. How long have they been missing?”

“Yesterday,” answered Steve. “They didn’t pick me up at school and the principal phoned someone. That doctor came for me and then the other doctor brought me here.” He looked back at Bucky, who smiled slightly at him. “He’s the same as my dad but also different.”

“Yeah, it’s like that in the multiverse,” smiled Sam. “Well, we have to have a meeting about the mission we did and there are things that aren’t meant for you to hear.” He pointed to a small glass-walled anteroom off the briefing room. “Are you okay if you wait in there? I’ll get someone to bring you a video game or books or whatever you want. You can see Bucky and he can see you, so you’ll be safe.”

“Okay. You’re nicer than the Sam I know. He’s kind of a jerk.”

Bucky grinned a little, then walked him over to the anteroom, as Sam contacted someone to bring some things to keep Steve occupied. After closing the door, he sat where he could keep an eye on the boy. A woman entered the anteroom, and his face lit up. She brought him some things to keep him entertained, even sat with him for a while. Bucky had seen her around before, recalling she worked in the daycare that was available for the support staff, but her name escaped him. Steve seemed completely at ease with her and Bucky wondered for a moment if she was his mother in the other universe.

“Earth to Bucky,” said a woman’s voice. He turned to Ava, who was looking at him with her eyebrows raised. “Are you paying attention?”

“Yeah, sorry,” he said. “Just concerned about the kid.” He coughed to clear his throat. “Right, let’s get this over with.”

Two hours later, they finished the debrief and the meeting broke up. When it was just Bucky and Sam left in the room, a portal opened and Dr. Strange walked, looking a little banged up. He noticed Steve in the anteroom and cast a spell so Steve couldn’t listen in.

“You’re back fast,” remarked Bucky. “You only dropped him off here this morning.”

“It’s been longer on their planet,” he said, a little too calmly for Bucky’s comfort. The sigh that came out of him then was alarming. “His parents are alive but his planet is gone. Don’t react, if you can help it.”

“What do you mean, gone?” asked Bucky.

“I mean just that. Whoever took his parents did it to get the other Avengers preoccupied with finding them. With them out of the way a certain individual attacked their planet. You can guess who it was. At least this version didn’t have the stones. We got as many of them out as we could, but their planet was destroyed.”

He couldn’t help it; Bucky looked at Steve with sympathy, who read his face instantly and burst through the door, confronting all three of them.

“They’re dead, aren’t they?” he cried. “Mom and Dad are dead.”

Strange shook his head. “No, they’re fine. Really. It’s just that you can’t go back to your home because everything is gone. Right now, we’re trying to find a place for everyone, but it takes time to find the right place in the multiverse.”

The look on Steve’s face was more than Bucky could bear, as he asked about his friends, receiving a sad shake of the head from Strange. Bucky kneeled down to the boy, hugging him. At first, the hug wasn’t returned, then his son from the other universe suddenly grasped Bucky hard as his body shook with emotion. Focused intently on each other, neither noticed that Strange and Sam had left.

“What happens now?” asked Steve, a brief time later.

“I guess you find a new place to live with your parents,” answered Bucky. “Maybe you can even stay with me for a while.”

“You mean it?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Bucky crossed his chest with his fingertips. Steve frowned at him. “It’s something I said as a kid to promise that I was telling the truth. “I know I’m not your dad, but I can be your friend.”

Steve nodded then slipped his hand into Bucky’s as he stood up. Just before they left the room, he pulled back a little.

“Mom’s name is Jessica, but everyone calls her Jess.”

Bucky smiled at Steve. That was the name of the woman from the daycare.

“Let’s find out what they’re going to do with the Avengers from your universe, okay?”

“Okay.” He stopped again. “Do you think I can take the video game with me? It’s fun.”

“We’ll see what your parents say but as far as I’m concerned, it’s yours.”

The two of them joined the others who were being canvassed to host their counterparts while a new home was sought for them. They all made a big fuss of Steve, consoling him on what he had lost. Given the circumstances, he handled it well. When his parents arrived, along with several of the surviving Avengers and some civilians, Sam nudged Bucky at who Mrs. Barnes was. Bucky nudged him back when he saw the other Sam Wilson with his wife and daughter. Steve Rogers wasn’t among them, having been evacuated elsewhere. It was going to be an interesting time hosting these people while their options were considered. An interesting time indeed.

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♡︎ㅤ! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָstray bunny pt. 03 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Where Kang Saebyeok is chased by another girl after they were fired from the games.

part three

𖹭.ᐟ Warnings: little angst ; fluff ; no callback to the games ; fem! reader

Waking up the next day was quite an odyssey for Saebyeok, starting with the fact that you felt so warm next to him, that she was afraid to admit how good it felt to have your body close on a cold night. The next problem was that Saebyeok couldn't get out of your arms, you literally clung to him like a koala, tangling your legs with his. Your hands surrounded his waist so tightly that she felt breathless.

"Girl, wake up" she spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, you only let out a moan before moving your face away a little, it was then that Saebyeok noticed a large stain on his shirt... "God, no..." she looked, you had drooled on his shirt while you slept.

"Byeokkie, just a few more minutes" you asked, it was the first time in a long time that you managed to fall asleep without nightmares in between.

"No, and if you don't get away I'm going to kick you" she said, now his voice sounded somewhat annoyed.

You stood up, still rubbing your eyes, you let out a yawn and stretched like a cat, making her let out a laugh, which quickly ended with her covering her mouth. She looked down and found your body, without pants.

"Byeokkie-" you were going to speak when Saebyeok looked at you.

"Where the fuck did you leave my pants?" she said, lifting the covers, but found them a few inches from the mattress.

"I promise I didn't take them off, but they were really big, they probably slipped off" you mumbled still sleepily and without giving it any importance, Saebyeok had his gaze fixed on your legs, they looked so soft and warm, his first thought was to want to touch them, but she quickly looked away.

"Put your clothes on, you can take a shower in the bathroom" she said before walking over and putting on her jacket "I'll go get some food" before you could say anything else, she left, slamming the door.

"Ugh, so weird" you sigh before grabbing your clothes from the day before and entering the small bathroom.

You come out a few minutes later, wearing only your underwear and the small skirt, you're not wearing any shirt. Saebyeok looks up and raises an eyebrow.

"Why are you coming out naked?" She says, looking back to take out the two milk cartons and the small buns.

"I'm not naked, Byeokkie" you say as you happily walk over to her.

"Get dressed" she orders and you quickly run over to her small dresser, taking out a random t-shirt and putting it on "It's rude to wear things that aren't yours" she says, her tone slightly annoyed.

"My t-shirt was already dirty, really dirty, I didn't want to smell bad" you say as you walk over again, leaning on Saebyeok's arm, your breasts pressing against his arm.

"I'll go take a shower, if you want, have breakfast" she mumbles, moving away from you.

After a few minutes after Saebyeok started taking a shower you sat there, waiting for her to have breakfast. The door rang, you winced and before you could open it, two cards slid in, they were exactly the same ones you were given the first time, when you first entered those games. You stared at the card for minutes that seemed like forever; you didn't want to go back, that's for sure, but you knew Saebyeok was going to come back, you hid the cards in your sweater and left it on the floor again.

"Who was it?" She asked coming out of the shower, her hair was wet and looked... "I asked you a question, answer"

"Ah, no one really, when I opened it there was no one there" you murmured, maybe it wasn't entirely a lie.

"Fine" she murmured before you sat on the floor to have breakfast, you constantly looked at her "Is something wrong?" she asked, taking you out of your thoughts.

"Would you go back to the games?" You asked, going straight to what you wanted to know.

"Yes" his answer was simple and concrete.

"But... what about your family? You said you had a brother and a mother captured"

"Precisely because of them I would come back, they need me and we need the money" she explained without going into too much detail "would you come back?"

"I... I don't think so, I have anything here but it doesn't mean I want to die like this, I really enjoy life" you felt his eyes, making you blush "I like to see the colors of the sunset, or listen to birds sing, if I die I would like to die in peace, not with a bullet in my head" as you spoke, Saebyeok looked at you dreamily, she didn't want to die either, but she didn't want to continue with that life either.

"When will they summon us again? I thought it wouldn't take long" she said with some irritation.

"Maybe they'll let some time pass before doing so, so that no one will call the police or something like that" you murmured, knowing it was a lie.

"Hopefully it'll be soon" she said before finishing his breakfast.

"Where are you going?" you asked, standing up.

"I need to go some places" she replied as he put on his jacket "When are you leaving?" although you remembered that Saebyeok had only let you stay for one night, you couldn't help but feel unbalanced with his question.

"I don't know..."

"You should look for a place, I can barely support myself" she said and finally left the place.

You stayed silent for a few minutes, after throwing away the breakfast trash you grabbed your sweater and pulled out the two cards, seriously thinking if your decision was being selfish, but another part of you thought you were just being a good Samaritan, saving Saebyeok's life. You took the two cards and put them in your sweater before leaving.

The world outside didn't change, you walked through the streets, taking some wallets out of people's pockets, you walked around with a cute smile, so people would never think you stole.

As you walked you came across a hostel, Saebyeok was leaving there, you assumed he had gone to visit his younger brother.

"Are you following me?" She muttered raising an eyebrow, his sudden voice startled you.

"N-no! I was just passing by" you justified yourself.

"Good, because I hate people butting into my business" she started walking, without thinking much you followed her, when they approached an alley, she pulled you, putting you against the wall, she took out her knife and put it near your face.

"Byeokkie..." you gulped, you thought that you were already friends, why was she threatening again?

"Just because I gave you a home for one night, doesn't mean I want to have you around" her hands squeezed your sweater "Get away from me"

It was stupid, you knew, but having her so close and with a knee between your legs, wasn't the most threatening position, and you found yourself lowering your hips a little, to feel her contact against your intimate part.

"What the fuck are you doing brat?" she squeezed you tighter, angry at your actions, but slightly blushing.

A voice echoed behind you."Wow, look what I found..." was the voice of the same man Saebyeok had fought at the beginning of the games.

"Mind your own business, moron." Seeing how curious you were standing next to him, Saebyeok pulled you in behind her.

"Communist bitch..." the man approached Saebyeok, trying to punch her in the face, but she quickly dodged him.

"Go home," you heard him say, but you really didn't want to leave her alone.

"Go away, moron!" you yelled at the big man, standing in front of him.

"So Kang already has a girlfriend..." his voice was mocking, he squeezed your chin "Such a little thing-"

"Don't bring her into this, she has nothing to do with it" Saebyeok approached, pushing the man "Go away, Deok-su" she asked, as he took out his knife and passed it over his cheek.

"If you go back to the games, I'll take care of squashing you like a mosquitoes" said Deok-su showing his card and left. Saebyeok looked at him for a few seconds before turning to you.

For a moment you thought he would ask you about the card, but all he did was take your chin, looking at the slight marks on your skin.

"Next time you leave when I ask you to" she growled angrily as they left the alley.

"I didn't want to leave you alone, Byeokkie!" you jumped beside him, hugging his arm.

"It's unsafe for you to stay here, even more so because Deok-su already met you" irritated She caressed her temple.

"Sad~" you pouted, pretending to be sad about having to go back to her.

"You'll be staying at my house until I go back to the games" she said, she didn't push you away from her arm, she just kept walking.

"Do you want some ice cream?" You pointed at a small store "I just stole some, we have enough and-"

"Don't waste your money on stupid things" she said looking at you, you looked up, making eyes at her, batting your thick eyelashes "Idiot girl" without being able to argue, they walked to the store, well, she walked, you were jumping excitedly.

They sat on a park bench, both eating their ice cream, you smiled excitedly while Saebyeok just looked around.

"It's weird that we haven't received the cards yet" she said, breaking the silence, you stayed quiet before answering.

"Or maybe they made a selection of who was more suitable or something like that" you tried to explain.

"That's useless, why would they do that?" she huffed angrily, for a moment you thought about it and put your hand in to take out the cards, but Saebyeok spoke again "I promised my brother that I would bring our mother, now that promise is useless, I don't even have the money, the stupid broker I found robbed me" she threw his head back, you looked at his Adam's apple, it was slightly marked, but it looked very good.

"There are always more options" you said, getting a little closer, you put your legs on the bench, sitting on them "Can you imagine if you died in there? Your mother would think that you stopped looking for her, your brother would think that you abandoned him" you put your chin on his shoulder.

"y/n..." she murmured your name for the first time, without looking at you "If I return to the games... could you promise that you would take care of my brother? Only if you don't return to the games" you stayed silent for a few seconds.

“I would definitely do it for you, Byeokkie” you smiled happily.

“Thanks, silly girl” she tapped your forehead, making you pull away.

“Thanks for not leaving me on the street” you put your head back on his shoulder, sucking on some more of your vanilla and strawberry ice cream. Saebyeok dropped his head onto yours, making your heart feel happy and your tummy feel warm.

I apologize for any errors that may exist

Thank you very much for reading, I promise to do my best for this story, hehehe

Btw, how do you think Saebyeok will react when he finds out that Y/N hid the game cards from him?

Another thing, I will avoid using "y/n" when writing, I don't like to use it much.

with lots of love and sugar, ika (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

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I’m not saying that the opportunity to be a dad would have fixed Rimmer but it absolutely would have Improved™️ him

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

I love the romances in datv (Neve my Beloved) but I can't get over all the talk about how it'd have the most romantic romances in the series. They aren't bad but most romantic? I wish I didnt go into it with that expectation lol

Oof. Yeah.

My opinion on Veilguard is complicated, but when it comes to the romances...? I feel that, anon. I feel that so damn hard.

The romances are one of my favorite things about a Dragon Age game because it's a choice that can, when done well, completely change your experience playthrough to playthrough, y'know?

And for me there are a handful of romances where if I don't choose them, if I do an alternate playthrough...? I miss them so goddamn much. I miss them enough that I actively struggle to even finish alternate playthroughs. That's how much they've impacted me.

I'll always hold Alistair up as like.... the romance for me. Honestly, I think DAO set the S-tier of romances with him, Leliana, Morrigan, and Zevran as far as writing goes and how interwoven their romances are with the HoF's arc and the plot... they're not just fluff that's tacked on, it's not just, "oh, if you romance them, you get one unique scene toward the end of the game, and some different dialogue!"

I could go on, and on, and on about Alistair and his romance with my Tabris. Hell, even outside of the romance, just their dynamic in the game. Their friendship! I could write essays about the little nuances and how beautiful and tragic his romance can be, and the branching paths, hhhhnnngggggg you can have so many different endings with him!

In DAO, you have many opportunities to flirt. You can give them gifts, and special gifts give you cutscenes where you actually talk about the gift you're giving them. You can set the pace of the relationship. You have different paths you can take and you can discover cute things, like okay.... for Alistair, there's the conversation where he gives you the rose. If you go out with only him in your party, and trigger that, you can get special extra dialogue because you two are alone.

Like... they thought about that. They thought about the player taking just Alistair around somewhere. Why would they? Why would you?

Unless you're roleplaying walking around Redcliffe together to gather supplies to bring back to camp and accidentally talk to him, triggering the scene on the docks.

It's little things like that, special things, that make every playthrough with a different romance feel unique. It feels like the writers put so much thought and care into every situation you'd be in, they thought about how the romance would not only affect your playthrough, but how it'd affect the character you're romancing beyond just... ending the game with a partner.

Hell, it makes you want to replay the game because if this romance was this good, what are the others like? Y'know?

Which is WHY when I heard them make the very bold claim that Veilguard would be the most romantic, I had doubts... because they're competing with Alistair. They're competing with Morrigan, Leliana, and Zevran. Not to mention literally everyone else in DA2 and DAI...... except maybe Sebastian.

If there's one thing I can say about Veilguard's romances, it's that at least they're better than Sebastian's... which is not a high bar because Sebastian's DLC, can only be romanced by a lady Hawke, and from what I've heard/seen of the romance, they don't even get a kiss...

Look, if Veilguard wasn't a Dragon Age game, I'd say the romances are fine, good even... for what they are. Because they do have good moments! They're just lacking, and in some cases, feel unfinished... like there are scenes missing.

I romanced Davrin on my first playthrough, Lucanis on my second. My third playthrough with Carver as Rook is undecided, though I'm thinking either Neve or Bellara.

With Davrin I played an elven Grey Warden, and that really enhanced his romance with me because 1. surprise, surprise, CJ really likes the Grey Wardens and when the opportunity for another Grey Wardens in love story to happen, she picked it, and 2. It felt like Nesryn and him had actual chemistry when talking about warden things, which led into feeling they had chemistry outside of that.

With Lucanis, I played a Lord of Fortune because I thought it'd be kind of funny for this himbo of a man, the literal embodiment of sunshine, to be a pirate who then falls in love with an Antivan Crow. And I have..... feelings. About Lucanis' romance. Especially as someone who also is an Andersmancer. It's good, but also not. It healed parts of me, only to then do more damage when I realized that Lucanis feels like the AO3 version of Anders who is chill and controlled and Justice is also in love with you, actually........ and that brings up conflicted feelings within me.

Looking back at these two now, I prefer Davrin's romance. But the problem with Veilguard's approach to romance, in my opinion, is not just the lack of content. It's not just the feeling that some of the companions have better chemistry with each other than they do with Rook. It's not just the weird pacing of it all.

God, how do I word this.... when I play Tabris, Alistair is crucial to her arc. Absolutely crucial. Remove the slow burn of their romance, or remove their friendship, and she's a completely different person.

When I play Ed Hawke, romancing Anders is interwoven into his arc. The playthrough wouldn't be the same if they remained friends. The impact of the ending would hit entirely different. Then, when I play Aris Hawke, romancing Isabela adds such a different flavor to the story. It's like night and day. And they're both great, that's the thing!

I think Cullen and Josephine are my favorite romances in DAI because they're not traveling companions, they're your advisors. It's different, and it adds layers to their romances. I'm in war table meetings with them. We're leading this operation together, and I find those dynamics so interesting.

In my opinion, the romances do not add anything crucial to Rook's story. At the end of my second playthrough, I wondered if I should bother trying the others out... which is not great!

Though, honestly, a criticism I have of Rook is in both playthroughs I did, they felt like the same character with different skins despite me picking different choices. Different faction, different dialogue.

Carver's run is going a little different but I think that's just my brain filling in those blanks, which.... yeah. I feel like any depth Rook and the romances had was concocted in my mind because the game didn't give me much to chew on.

So even though I did two romances that feel different, Rook remains the same in the end, and like.... that's not something I can say about HoF, Hawke, or the Inquisitor.

There's always going to be headcanon and personal writing when it comes to DA, that's how fandom works, y'know? But unlike the previous games, this actively feels unfinished, and like it expects me to finish it for them.

Yes, you get cute, flirty banter with them, and you get the scene where they go to your room... and from what I've heard Emmrich actually gets a bonus scene so like good for him.

I mean that genuinely, too. Seriously, good for him to be the standout of having an extra, romance specific scene. I haven't seen anyone mention any of the other companions getting one.

But do I feel like the romances impacted Rook to the same level of depth? No, unfortunately. And it sucks! Because I do enjoy the companions! And the bits we do get of the romances, I like!

But do not try to tell me they're the most romantic in the series because they're not, I'm so sorry. I want them to be! I want them to feel fleshed out and interwoven with Rook's arc within the actual game, and not through headcanon! I see the potential, I see the intrigue of certain Rooks with certain companions!

I could go on and on about this, and I will if anyone else asks, but yeah, anon.... I feel you.

Also, I'd like to hear other opinions on this since I've only done two of the romances, so maybe there is more depth to be found that I just don't know about. Maybe I haven't found my golden combo yet.

Plus, I just like reading about other people's experiences with DA romances, I find it super interesting.