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DAVID CORENSWET Behind the scenes of Superman (2025)

[ube-kun]

Superman, your aegyo is too strong, your hopecore too real, they’ll kill you

[bigproblemsfunnylife]

could you pls do arcane characters with a small chested reader who’s insecure about her chest size.

Hey! Yes, here you have:

How would they react with a partner insecure of her small chest size?

ARCANE

Characters: Jinx, Violet, Caitlyn Kiramman, Jayce Talis, Viktor, Silco, Ekko, Sevika, Mel Medarda.

CW: Light low self-esteem, comparisons to a beauty standard, moments of self-deprecation or negative self-talk.

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JINX

—Jinx doesn’t even notice at first. Not because she’s oblivious, but because physical traits just aren’t how she measures affection. She’s hyperfixated on your eyes, the curve of your smile and the sound you make when you laugh and try to cover it up. You could be shaped like a bean or built like a tank, and she’d still think you’re the most magnetic person alive.

—When she does pick up on your insecurity (probably from an offhand self-deprecating comment), she tilts her head and goes:

“Wait… you think that’s bad? Babe, I literally have weird tattoos everywhere. You think tits matter to me? And they are so squishy!”

—She playfully overcompensates by drawing hearts on your chest with markers, then proudly shows them off like she just decorated a prized artifact. It’s silly but it works, because she’s showing you that your body can be fun, not something to be ashamed of.

—But if someone else mocks you? Oh. Oh no. Jinx becomes unhinged. There will be paint bombs… Possibly real bombs. The city might lose a building.

—At night, she sleeps curled into you, tracing lazy circles over your ribs, muttering sweet things.

—She likes to lie on top of you, head resting just between your breasts, arms and legs sprawled everywhere, and mumble,

“Y’know, if they were any bigger, I couldn’t do this.”

VI

—Vi gets it more than you think. Growing up in the Lanes, she never felt “feminine enough,” especially compared to the girls who got attention for their curves. She sees herself in your insecurity and doesn’t try to “fix” it, she just wants to help you see what she sees.

—Her response is casual affection with heavy emotional weight.

“You don’t need all that to be sexy. You’ve already got me starin’, haven’t you?”

—She actually finds smaller chests super attractive, especially when it comes to cuddling and sparring. She’s a tactile person, and your body against hers makes her feel calm in a way that nothing else does.

—She’s got a thing for your collarbones, that whole area where your chest begins and your neck curves into your shoulders. She’ll press slow kisses there when you least expect it.

—She’ll make comments when you’re changing or shirtless that sound teasing but are full of warmth:

“Damn, babe. You know that shirt only makes you look more hot?”

—She encourages you to wear whatever makes you feel good, not what anyone expects of you. If you want to wear loose hoodies? She steals them. If you want to go braless? She stares respectfully.

—If you let teasing you, She might pinch your side playfully and say: “I could never trade you for a bigger chest. You’re the whole package, sweetheart.”

CAITLYN

—Caitlyn notices your discomfort instantly. She’s observant, emotionally intuitive and deeply gentle when it comes to your body image issues.

—She never makes it a conversation about your chest. Instead, she compliments your posture, your poise, the way you hold yourself even when you’re unsure. She shifts the focus off what you lack and onto what you embody.

—When you confide in her about feeling inadequate, she takes your hand and says: “I was taught to value elegance, grace, and intelligence. You have all three and more.”

—Caitlyn is also fashion-savvy. If you feel insecure about certain clothes not “fitting right,” she takes you shopping to help you reclaim clothing as a form of showing off yourself. She shows you how to highlight your best features, shoulders, waist and collarbones without ever once implying you’re “missing” something.

—She will always let you set the pace. If you want to cover up or bare yourself fully, she respects your choice with a tender smile.

—She thinks your small chest gives your body a striking silhouette. She’s especially enchanted by the slope of your sternum, the gentle curve of your upper torso and how clothes drape on you.

—She kisses the dip between your breasts sometimes at the morning. That makes you feel worshipped.

JAYCE

—At first, Jayce might not catch on. Not because he doesn’t care, he just assumes you know you’re gorgeous. Once he realizes you’re self-conscious, he feels horrible that he didn’t catch it sooner.

—Expect a lot of emphatic, earnest affection. He’s not smooth about it either.

“Are you kidding me? You’re perfect. Like, sculpted-by-the-gods perfect.”

—Jayce thinks your small chest is adorable. He’s fascinated by how his hands span the whole area, how gentle he has to be, how perfectly you fit against him.

—He adores your chest in ways you wouldn’t expect. A casual arm around your shoulders becomes an opportunity for him to rest his hand lightly against you, not out of lust but out of comfort.

—He rests his head on your chest a lot and says it’s the best spot in the world. Your size means he’s close to your heart, literally.

—He always has been more a “curvy guy”, but Jayce finds your chest fascinating because… it’s yours, and he absolutely adores you. He likes how small it is under his large hands, how it fits perfectly beneath his palm.

VIKTOR

—Viktor is deliberate. Once he hears you speak negatively about your body, he doesn’t react, he listens. Then he says something between casual and poetry that makes you want to cry:

“Your body is your own. You owe no one symmetry or softness.”

—He doesn’t fetishize any part of you. He finds your intelligence, your sarcasm, your smile when you think no one’s looking to be far more enticing.

—He doesn’t sexualize your chest immediately after that. He admits he loves the way your chest moves when you breathe, the way it rises and falls during sleep. It grounds him.

—When he touches you, it’s always with permission. His hands linger not on places people typically find “sexy,” but over your sternum, your neck or your back. His quiet way of saying ‘this is beautiful too’.

—He might share that his own physical limitations have made him feel less-than, too. And that connecting with you makes him feel seen in ways no one else has.

—Viktor loves to kiss the subtle curves of your chest slowly, as though mapping you out, showing his appreciation without words.

SILCO

—Silco sees insecurity as vulnerability, but also as something intimate. When you reveal your feelings about your chest with reluctance, maybe shame, he listens in total silence.

—Silco is not drawn to showy things. He sees your small chest as an expression of control and poise. For him, a woman with presence as you doesn’t need embellishment.

—He doesn’t believe in flattery. What he offers instead is ritual devotion. When he undresses you, he does it slow and deliberately, like unwrapping a holy relic. He never rushes or gropes.

—Silco admires restraint. He tells you often that your frame is elegant, refined and sculptural. He runs a fingertip down your ribs like he’s sketching you in his mind.

—If anyone dares insult you as “you have an small pair”, Silco doesn’t threaten them, no, he makes them disappear.

—He likes to press kisses between your breasts, slow and worshipful, making you feel treasured.

EKKO

—Ekko’s first instinct is to make you laugh about it. Not in a dismissive way, more like:

“Small chest? That’s— Babe, you could dodge bullets with that build.”

—He’s not trying to invalidate your feelings, he just wants you to see your body the way he does.

—But when he realizes you’re genuinely hurting, he switches gears. He gives you quiet, unshakable support. He traces patterns on your sternum with grease-stained fingers and mutters:

“You think this is what makes you beautiful? It’s your heart underneath, not the packaging.”

—He’s super touchy in casual ways, arm slung over your shoulders, resting his head on your chest like it’s the best pillow in the world. It’s constant affirmation without even using words.

—If you ever get self-conscious in public, he leans in close and hugs you by the waist.

—When things get serious, his kisses are slow and deep along your chest, as if showing you that your body is perfect just as it is.

—He likes to rest his cheek against your chest and just listen. He closes his eyes and lets your heartbeat guide him, grounding him after a long day.

SEVIKA

—Sevika raises an eyebrow when you bring it up.

—She’s extremely pragmatic, but not unsentimental. She sees your body as functional, strong and efficient. That turns her on far more than any traditional standard.

—Sevika finds your small chest hot as hell while comparing his body with yours. She doesn’t say it sweetly, she says it bluntly like a fact.

“You’ve got that lean, cut look. Drives me crazy.”

—She’s very physically dominant in bed, but surprisingly soft outside of it. She’ll light your cigarette, fix your collar and tug you into her lap like you weigh nothing.

—If someone ever makes you feel less-than, Sevika doesn’t even rise to it. She gives you a look like “do you care of these ants?” And then punch them.

—She teases you sometimes: “Bet you think you’re too small. Baby, I’ve been around. Trust me, this is premium.”

—In moments of passion, she kisses every inch of your chest with a hunger that makes you feel desired and unstoppable.

MEL

—Mel is an aesthete. When she notices your self-doubt, she addresses it not with dismissal but with education. She talks about historical queens, marble sculptures, fine art, how many powerful women had bodies just like yours.

—She adores your chest. She sees sophistication in your shape and uses her painter’s eye to celebrate your angles: the line of your collarbone, the way fabric falls across your form, how your silhouette changes in candlelight.

—She buys you gowns and robes that highlight what she loves most, then watches as you start to carry yourself differently. And when you still feel insecure, she comes behind you in front of the mirror, kisses your shoulder.

—She doesn’t just want you to feel pretty. She wants you to feel like a work of art.

—She loves to dress you in plunging necklines not to show “cleavage” but to highlight the smooth planes of your chest

—She runs oils and creams over your chest after bathing, taking her time, hands smoothing over you like silk.

[lechedepina]

y’all remember that scene in s1 where jayce and viktor got caught sneaking into heimerdinger’s office… i feel like we moved on WAYYY too fast from that.

“wait a second, this isn’t my bedroom!! 😝☝️” viktor… we know what u are…

i wonder how jayce and viktor’s conversation went after mel left. maybe jayce was like “bro seriously 🫩” or maybe he was just way too surprised that mel even allowed them to continue sneaking in in the first place.

anyway i love viktor’s quick thinking, i would’ve said the same thing ✌️

[bigproblemsfunnylife]

Hii could you do arcane characters x gender neutral reader who has health issues ?? Tyy :3

Hey! Yes, sure! :3

How would they react with a partner with health issues?

ARCANE

Characters: Jinx, Violet, Caitlyn Kiramman, Jayce Talis, Viktor, Silco, Ekko, Sevika, Mel Medarda.

CW: Chronic illness and disability, flare-ups of symptoms (pain, fatigue…), medical routines, emotional vulnerability, caregiving dynamics, feelings of guilt, shame or frustration.

JINX

—Jinx doesn’t know how to help at first. Her mind jumps straight to “fix it or blow it up,” and that doesn’t work with something she can’t see or shoot.

—She masks her concern by acting like everything’s a joke.

“You’re dying? Oh good, I get your stuff now!” but she watches you like a hawk. She knows your schedule, your medications, your signs of overexertion better than anyone.

—When she realizes you’re hurting but pretending to be fine, she quietly disappears and returns with a janky, hand-painted heating pad or a shaky tray of soup.

—When you have a bad day, Jinx won’t push you to be “normal.” Instead, she’ll build a little fortress around you with pillows and snacks.

—When you feel isolated by your illness, Jinx will blast your favorite songs and drag you out of your room for some reckless dancing.

—She sometimes fights her own guilt, feeling like she can’t protect you from an invisible enemy but she channels that into loyalty.

“You’re not broken. You are just… complicated. Like-Like me.”

VI

—Vi is fiercely protective and wants to fight whatever’s hurting you. When it’s your own body? She channels that fight into making your life easier.

—Carries you without asking if you’re too tired to walk. She loves lifting you anyway, so it’s a win-win.

—If your condition flares up, she’s there instantly: rubbing your back, holding your hand, asking what you need. She might not always know the medical stuff, but she learns and memorizes it.

—She makes light of things, but in a reassuring way. “Need a break? Good, I needed one too. Let’s sit down.”

—Vi hates seeing you try to “prove you’re fine” because it stresses her out.

“Look, it’s okay to say no. I’m not letting you do dumb stuff and end up hurting yourself.”

—Vi sometimes gets frustrated when your illness limits plans, but she never makes you feel guilty. Instead, she shifts gears and finds new ways to share time together.

—On rough days, she acts as your supervisor, shutting down anyone who questions your limits or doubts your struggles.

—She never treats you as fragile. She adapts without complaint.

CAITLYN

—Caitlyn approaches your health calmly. She reads up on your condition, asks insightful questions and is extremely competent.

—Schedules things around your good and bad days. Adjusts plans so subtly you barely notice until you realize she always has a backup plan if you’re not feeling well.

—But she’s also emotionally attuned. She notices the little signs: the slight twitch of your hand, your forced smile, the tension in your shoulders.

—When your symptoms worsen she is the one who stays level-headed, monitoring your breathing, offering water and gently encouraging you to rest.

—In stressful moments, she softly recites facts or stories to distract you, like a bedtime.

—On days when your symptoms flare unpredictably, Caitlyn’s normally steady and composed demeanor cracks just a little, her worry becoming more visible in the glances she gives you.

—She’ll draw you a bath with salts, sit beside you with a book, and hold your hand silently..

“You never need to apologize for what you can’t control. I’m not going anywhere.”

JAYCE

—Jayce wants to cure you. When he learns he can’t, it hits him hard.

—At first he throws himself into tech: designing tools, aids, gadgets to help with your mobility or energy management.

—But the best thing he builds? A daily routine where you feel supported.

—He wakes you gently, helps with anything physical, insists on proper meals and rest, even when you feel like “just pushing through.”

—He’s also the first to encourage you to be proud.

“You’re strong! Way stronger than them, and me! And that’s saying something.” With his “golden boy” smile.

—When you’re frustrated or ashamed, he cups your face. He likes to caress tout cheeks and says sweet things to you.

—He’s also careful to avoid pressuring you into “fixing” yourself, learning that recovery is messy and slow.

—He becomes your personal cheerleader in the small battles. Celebrating good days and comforting you through bad ones.

VIKTOR

—He understands more than anyone. Chronic illness, pain? He lives them.

—You never have to explain. When you’re in pain, he just reaches out like: “I know. I’m here.”

—Viktor knows the weight of illness, so he tries to anticipate what you’ll need before you ask. From preparing special diets to adjusting lighting.

—He experiments with his inventions to create adaptive devices that ease your pain or improve your daily comfort

—You take turns helping each other. Some days, you support him. Other days, he brings you tea and reads to you with his soft voice, both of you curled up under the same blanket.

—When you’re overwhelmed by your condition, Viktor helps you break it down, taking it one small step at a time.

—Viktor loves your mind. He never defines you by your illness. In fact, he admires your strength and resilience; it inspires him.

“Even on your worst days… I look at you, and I see hope.”

SILCO

—Silco is a control freak. Your health being unpredictable? It infuriates him. Not at you, but at the universe, at fate.

—He adapts by meticulously managing your environment. Safe housing, trained guards, the best medicine… You will never go without.

—When you’re in pain, he sits beside you like a statue, tense and still, holding your hand. “Tell me what to do. Anything.”

—He won’t sugarcoat things. But he will destroy anyone who treats you as lesser.

—When you feel like your illness is robbing you of control, Silco makes sure you always have a say in your care and choices.

—Silco fiercely guards your independence, refusing to let your health define you or limit your agency.

—Silco’s pride sometimes makes it hard for him to openly show tenderness. But in private, he is attentive, memorizing exactly how you like your pillows arranged or how your medication affects you.

“Rest, my love. I’ll carry this city for both of us.”

EKKO

—Ekko reacts like a mix of big brother and best friend: worried but playful, kind but stubborn.

—He keeps you moving emotionally. When you’re down, he makes you laugh, pulls you outside to sit under the stars, tells you stories of wild inventions or old memories.

—He doesn’t hover, but he checks in.

“What’s your energy like today? Want to chill or adventure?”

—He builds tools or timers to help with your meds or pacing.

—He’s great at making medical routines less tedious. Turning exercises or stretches into challenges or games you do together.

—He’s a good listener, encouraging you to vent or be silent as you need.

—After a rough day, he might carry you to a favorite quiet spot and say:

“You’re not weak, okay? Needing help doesn’t make you any less badass. Look at me. I need you.”

SEVIKA

—Sevika’s love language is actions. You’re tired? She scoops you up. You’re hurting? She pulls you close and growls at anyone who stares.

—She doesn’t ask many questions, but she listens. If you tell her something helps, she remembers forever.

—She’ll carry your meds in her coat, adapt her routines to yours and threaten your doctors if they don’t treat you right.

—She understands the frustration of limits and bad days, but her approach is “push when you can, rest when you must”, no shame.

—She’ll push you to rest even if you’re stubborn, because she knows pushing too hard can hurt you more.

—Her affection is quiet: a hand on your thigh, a nod across the room, the way she opens doors or lights your cigarette when your hands shake.

—When you feel overwhelmed or guilty about needing support, she shuts down those feelings with simple truths:

“You fight every day. You don’t need to prove shit to anyone.”

MEL

—Mel excels at creating comfort. Soft lighting, medical staff at your fingertips, but also emotional intelligence.

—She reads your face like an open book. “You’re smiling, but your fingers are trembling. Sit, let me take care of you.”

—Mel often surprises you with small, thoughtful gifts that support your health: an elegant pillbox, a silk eye mask or a custom journal to track how you’re feeling.

—She loves to create rituals of self-care with you. Maybe a warm bath, reading poetry together or quiet mornings with coffee and soft music.

—When you struggle with feelings of inadequacy or guilt about your health, Mel gently reminds you of your worth and strength, often comparing you to something beautiful but complex like a rare flower or a finely crafted painting because… Well, she is Mel.

—She’s patient during your hard days and celebrates your good ones, throwing small private “victory” moments where you both toast.

—If your illness affects your self-image, she builds you back up word by word.

[angelltheninth]

Can you write what happens when a female reader teases Viktor, Jayce and Ekko too much?

What happens? All the good things, all the horny things.

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Ekko x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dry humping, teasing, blowjobs, sex against the wall, jealousy, sex toys, being dominated

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters | Commissions

A/N: Such a joy to be writing for Arcane again.

It was late at night when you finally managed to drag him out of the lab. He could stay in there until morning if you let him, frustrated with not being able to find a solution to the problem he was working on. Wasn't any easier when you kept kissing his neck and pulling his thoughts in other directions.

Really it was a miracle that you even made it to the door of his room before you found yourself pressed against it and Viktor's cock firm against your ass. Instead of his crutch he found balance against your hips, his hands grabbing at you as he rolled his hips in a nearly desperate stutter.

Might have been payback but you swear you felt him grin against your neck right before his lips pressed against that weak point, your pulse drumming in your ears and against his mouth. He couldn't wait, he didn't care about the routine patrols, all he wanted was to hear you moan his name in the, for now empty hallway.

"I do not care if we are caught. That wasn't a concern of yours when you were palming at my dick before, anyone could have walked into the lab. Now you protect when I press against you and pay you back for all that teasing? I'm afraid you pushed me a bit too far tonight, darling, tonight it won't be my fault if we don't get any sleep."

Fully intended on cleaning up after coming back from the forge but then he saw you on the bed, riding that huge as fuck dildo and he was jealous. Yes, jealous of a sex toy, because you were riding it instead of him while he had important work to do. It really wasn't fair if you ask him.

He pulled you against his body, still covered with sweat and soot and grime, his cock threatening to break through his pants. There was already a large stain forming on the front, proof of how horny, desperate and pissed off he was at you right now, but then again you were a lot more desperate, weren't you?

With his hands he made sure you stayed pressed up against him while he kept rutting against you. By now his pants were a soaked mess, not entirely from him either, from your pussy all but taunting him, urging him to fuck it raw and to not stop until you were both too sore to move.

"Know that I've been working a lot lately, babe, but I didn't think you'd go fuck a sex toy rather than wait for me. That hurts my feelings you know? Are you gonna be a good girl and make it up to me, are you gonna let me have what I want right now, what you also want? When I'm done you're gonna be too fucked out to even think about using any sex toys for a while."

The workshop he worked in wasn't soundproof. He should really look into getting that done because the amount of times he's had to keep quiet it getting out of hand. But he could also say the same for you, it was even more difficult for you, especially after you riled him up enough.

As the leader of the Firelights he had a certain image he needed to uphold, an image that crumbled under your touch so easily. Under your lips, the warm tightness of your throat, the teasing lick of your tongue, the slightly too firm grasp of your hand against the bottom of his cock, controlling his orgasm.

That smug cum-stained smile on your face had to go before he let you leave his workshop. Ekko wasn't embaressed by the fact that you sucked him off and made him come, he was determined to return the favor. Yes, he needed to make it discreet but he was too horny to wait.

"Voice down, okay firefly, and hold still until I get my dick in you. I know that it's a bit awkward while standing against the desk like this but I can't exactly get naked with you right now. That'll happen later, for now let me take my sweet time with you. Need to make you come at least once before we leave."

[shimmerandink]

I love your Silco x latina!reader 🩷🙂‍↕️

Is there any chance you could do Jayce x Latina!reader I think it can be so cute for Jayce to be with someone similar to him

Hello! Thank you so much! I`m glad you have enjoyed my work! I really love this idea!! It´s so cute and wholesome!!!!! I hope you will enjoy this!!! This is actually the second time i write this because the first time it disapeared TwT

Coffee and Calculations

Jayce x Latina! Reader

Fluff/One-shot

summary: Jayce finds warmth and home in a cozy Latina-run café, and together they discover the start of something new.

Masterlist

The rain in Piltover always brought a chill that seeped into your bones, but inside Café Abuela, the air was thick with warmth and the rich aroma of café de olla, a blend of cinnamon, piloncillo, and a hint of orange peel, just like your abuela (grandmother) used to make. The soft hum of boleros played quietly in the background, mixing with the gentle clink of cups and the murmur of familiar voices.

You were wiping down the worn wooden counter, a few stray grains of sugar from the conchas (Mexican sweet bread rolls) you had just arranged catching the light. The brass bell over the door jingled, and you looked up to see a tall man stepping inside, shaking droplets of rain from his coat. His gaze flickered over the menu, but something about the way he hesitated felt more like a man searching for something than just a drink.

“Buenos días, caballero (Good morning, gentleman),” you said with a warm smile, sliding a cup of café de olla (traditional Mexican cinnamon coffee) across the counter before he’d even ordered. The steam curled between you like a small invitation.

He blinked, caught off guard, but smiled. “Thank you… I didn’t expect something so fragrant.”

“It’s a family recipe,” you replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “My abuela (grandmother) taught me. Said coffee isn’t just a drink, it’s a way to share love and memories.”

He took a slow sip, the cinnamon and sweetness settling on his tongue. “It’s… grounding. Like a taste of home.”

You nodded, feeling a quiet pride swell in your chest. “That’s why I opened this place, to bring a little piece of my culture here, in Piltover.”

The man, Jayce, looked thoughtful. “It’s refreshing to find someone so connected to their roots. You remind me that there’s strength in holding on to where you come from.”

You smiled, the café’s warmth wrapping around you both like a soft embrace. “And you remind me sometimes it’s okay to pause and enjoy those little things, like good coffee and good company.”

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Two days later, the bell chimed again. Jayce stepped inside, sleeves rolled up, a faint trace of grease on his hands betraying the long hours spent in his workshop. You greeted him with a tray of pan dulce, sweet breads dusted with sugar and sometimes filled with cream or chocolate.

“Busy day?” you asked, setting the tray down.

“Non-stop,” he sighed, settling at his usual spot by the window. “But this place… it’s the calm I didn’t know I needed.”

You smiled, pouring two glasses of horchata , its cool cinnamon flavor a welcome contrast to the warmth of the café.

“You remember everything,” he said, lifting a glass.

You grinned. “Of course, it’s personal now.”

He reached across the table, brushing your hand gently. “You have a way of making Piltover feel less like a machine and more like… home.”

By the third visit, Jayce’s quiet admiration was impossible to miss. You caught him watching you as you worked the counter, the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed, how your voice softened with little Spanish phrases when you spoke to customers or teased him.

One afternoon, as you slid a fresh concha across the counter, you said teasingly, “You know, caballero (gentleman), I’m starting to think you’re using caffeine as an excuse to flirt.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “And I’m starting to think you’re spoiling me.”

“Maybe I am,” you smiled. “But it’s easy when you’re this charming.”

Jayce grinned, eyes twinkling. “Careful, chica (girl), or I might have to stay longer.”

The afternoon light slanted through the windows, and Jayce’s fingers brushed yours across the table.

“Sabes (you know),” he said softly, “I don’t usually let myself get distracted like this. But with you, it feels diferente (different). Easy.”

Your heart fluttered. “Jayce…”

He smiled warmly. “Would you want to salir conmigo (go out with me)? Not just coffee aquí (here), but maybe dinner? Somewhere you pick.”

You nodded, joy swelling inside. “Me encantaría (I would love that).”

He squeezed your hand gently. “Porque siento que esto es solo el comienzo (Because I feel like this is just the beginning).”

Outside, the rain had stopped, and the sun peeked through the clouds, a soft promise of nuevos comienzos (new beginnings).

[bigproblemsfunnylife]

Hello! Could you please do something with the arcane characters x a mage! Reader?

Hello! Here you have:

How would they react with a mage partner?

Characters: Jinx, Violet, Caitlyn Kiramman, Jayce Talis, Viktor, Silco, Ekko, Sevika, Mel Medarda.

CW: Injuries, political danger.

JINX

—The first seeing your magic, she almost exploded with excitement. “Do it again! Do it again!” She immediately wants to see the biggest, loudest spell you can pull off even if you’re in the middle of a crowded street.

—Immediately obsessed! Your magic looks like “real-life fireworks.” She’ll beg you to show off dangerous spells just so she can watch things explode.

—Tries to imitate your abilities with gadgets, which ends in… failures.

—She gets a little jealous of how “effortless” it seems, even if you’ve worked years to control it. Expect playful comments like: “Oh sure, just wiggle your fingers and BOOM. No sweat.”

—Calls you her “walking bomb” or “sparkplug” in the most affectionate way.

—If your magic has destructive potential, she’s one of the few people not scared of you. But that can be dangerous, because she’ll push you to go further.

—Secretly admires the control it takes to wield magic when her own inventions often blow up in her face.

VI

—At first, she’s a little suspicious. She’s seen how power can corrupt in Zaun.

—Once she realizes you’re trustworthy, she becomes fiercely protective of you even though you’re clearly capable of defending yourself.

—She loves watching you use magic in a fight but still insists on jumping in to throw punches.

“I’m not gonna just stand there while you do all the work.”

—If your magic takes a physical toll, she’ll scold you for overdoing it and force you to rest.

—Loves seeing you use small magic casually (fixing things, cooking); it makes her smile even when she’s pretending not to be impressed.

—Trains with you sometimes just so you can both stay sharp. She’s competitive but loves seeing you win.

—If Piltover authorities give you trouble for your abilities, she’ll happily punch a few enforcers to make the problem go away.

—Secretly finds small uses of magic (like lighting your way in Zaun’s alleys) incredibly romantic.

CAITLYN

—Intrigued rather than afraid. She wants to understand your abilities from a tactical angle.

—In combat, she immediately starts planning strategies around your skills: “If you can block their escape, I’ll take the shot.”

—She’s proud to show you off in Piltover high society, though she’s careful about who knows. Magic tends to draw unwanted attention.

—If your powers are illegal or frowned upon, she’ll quietly bend the rules to protect you.

—She’s always asking polite questions: “Does it tire you out? Can you sense hextech?”

—Sometimes asks you to enchant her rifle or bullets. But in subtle ways, to avoid suspicion.

—She’s fascinated by how your magic interacts with Hextech and will discuss theory with you over tea for hours.

—If you ever accidentally damage something in Piltover with a spell, she handles it with grace:

“We’ll smooth this over. Just… maybe no fireballs at dinner parties, love.”

JAYCE

—Totally fascinated. Wants to study your magic and compare it to hextech.

—Wants to run tests. All the tests. On everything. Even if you just wanted to make his coffee stir itself.

—Might annoy you with constant questions: “What’s your power source? Can you replicate that? Is it scalable?”

—He respects raw talent but believes tech should complement magic. He might design you custom tools to enhance your abilities.

—A bit competitive if your magic outshines his inventions in combat.

“Not that I’m jealous, but… okay, I’m a little jealous.”

—If magic puts you at risk, he becomes protective in an overbearing way, insisting on safety measures.

—Occasionally (if he can) boasts about you to Piltover’s council:

“Yeah, my partner can do that. No big deal.”

—100% he’ll give you a tech nickname with the element your magic interact the most.

VIKTOR

—Sees your magic as proof that human potential isn’t limited to machines.

—Wants to learn everything about how it works, but never in a way that makes you feel like a test subject.

—He knows how people exploit what they don’t understand. He would quietly threaten or bribe anyone who tried to harm or study you without permission.

—If your powers stem from something dangerous (like mutation or experimentation), he sympathizes deeply and treats you as an equal, not a curiosity.

—He might even collaborate with you to merge magic with technology for humanitarian purposes.

—Likes hearing how you feel your magic.

—If people call you dangerous, he’s the first to defend you.

“Power is not the problem. Misuse is.”

—When you’re tired from spellwork he’ll gently insist you rest, often staying up with you just to keep you company.

—Late-night talks about the philosophy of power and whether humans should push their limits (he loves these conversations with you).

SILCO

—Pragmatic about it. He sees your magic as a weapon, an asset and something to protect.

—He views your powers purely as strength. And strength should be respected, not feared.

—Makes sure no one in Zaun dares to exploit you. Your safety is his responsibility now.

—If your magic is flashy, he keeps it hidden from Piltover until the right moment to use it.

—If your powers are volatile, he’s one of the few who doesn’t flinch.

“Control it, or it will control you.”

—Might ask you to demonstrate your abilities for strategic purposes, though he never pressures you to use them if you don’t want to.

—Always has a plan for how you’ll deploy your abilities if a fight breaks out.

—If Piltover authorities come sniffing around, he’ll handle it. Your secret is safe with him.

—If your magic ever harms you physically, he’s quietly furious. Not at you, but at the world that made you rely on it. He’ll sit with you while you recover smoking in silence, one hand resting on yours.

EKKO

—Thinks your powers are amazing, especially if they can help Zaun.

—Also, he admires you for being proof that Zaunites can do extraordinary things without Piltover’s help.

“They don’t get to own you or your power.”

—Wants to know if your magic can be taught or shared. His mind immediately goes to how it could help people survive.

—If your magic is flashy, he’ll cheer you on like it’s a show. If it’s subtle, he’ll still admire it for how versatile it is.

—Loves combining your magic with his gadgets. Together, you two come up with crazy inventions and maneuvers.

—If your powers are dangerous, he helps you find safe places in Zaun to practice where no one can get hurt.

—He’s good at pulling you back if you overextend yourself: “Hey, don’t burn yourself out. We need you.”

—He brings snacks or water whenever you practice magic, because he knows you forget to take breaks.

SEVIKA

—Not impressed by power alone. She respects what you do with it.

—Once you prove you’re not just a show-off, she treats you like any other ally.

—Loves how your magic can turn the tide in a fight, but she still trusts her own blade and arm more.

—If your magic backfires, she’s the type to pick you up and carry you without asking, grumbling: “You weigh more than you look.” Then she sits with you until you wake up, acting like she’s not worried.

—If people in Zaun try to hassle you, she’ll make it very clear you’re under her protection.

—Rarely asks questions, but she’s always paying attention to how you use your abilities.

“So, you’ve got tricks. Don’t get cocky.”

—Secretly reassured by having a partner who can protect themselves, though she’ll still step in first if trouble comes.

—She’ll test how well your spells work in real combat, even letting you hit her prosthetic arm to measure impact.

MEL

—The first time seeing your magic, she smiled with genuine admiration. “It’s… beautiful. Dangerous, but beautiful.”

—Sees you as both an ally and an art form. She loves how magic can be beautiful as well as powerful.

—If you’re injured by overuse, she tends to you herself rather than calling a servant, brushing your hair back.

—She’ll host private gatherings just to watch you perform small displays of your abilities, treating them like masterpieces.

—In fact, she loves intimate displays: candle flames dancing for her, illusions spun just to amuse.

—Politically, she understands the danger of people knowing what you can do and will make sure you’re shielded from exploitation.

—She’s endlessly curious about whether magic can be guided: “Is it willpower or does it have a will of its own?”

—If you’re ever targeted because of your powers, she’ll pull every string in Piltover to protect you, sometimes before you even know there’s a threat.

[bigproblemsfunnylife]

Arcane characters with a s/o whose a bit childish as a coping mechanism? (Voice rising in octaves when they want kisses of affection, oitfits adorned in plushies and trinkets, getting giddy over the little things, AFFECTIONATE!! maybe talks to themselves)

How would they react having a partner who is childish as a coping mechanism?

ARCANE

Characters: Jinx, Violet, Caitlyn Kiramman, Jayce Talis, Viktor, Silco, Ekko, Sevika, Mel Medarda.

CW: Childish behavior as a coping mechanism, light references to judgment or teasing.

Advertisement: This isn’t meant to be hurtful or disrespectful in any form.

JINX

—She is kind of an instant partner-in-crime. She’s just as chaotic and excitable so she never treats you like you’re “too much.”

—When your voice rises asking for kisses, she’ll dramatically swoop in like: “OH NO, THE BABY NEEDS ATTENTION!” and pepper your face with kisses.

—She loves your trinkets and plushies. Occasionally steals your plushies to “upgrade” them with explosives (if you let her), then gives them back like it’s a gift.

—If anyone teases you, she’s unhinged about defending you.

—Sometimes she copies you on purpose like talking to herself or squealing over little things because she knows it makes you laugh.

—Underneath her manic humor, she understands it’s a coping mechanism and quietly watches to make sure you’re really okay.

—When you start acting extra silly under pressure, she doesn’t call you out. Instead, she matches your energy to keep you from feeling exposed and ask later when you calm down.

—Loves sneaking up behind you when you’re talking to yourself and joining in.

VI

—She finds your energy adorable and… a little exhausting.

—In nostalgic days, she would mutter to herself:“You’re like Powder but taller.”

—When you bounce around asking for affection, she pretends to resist then just grabs you and holds you against her chest until you calm down.

—Specially loves to tease you with a “no kisses for you” act only to pin you down and smother you in affection.

—Adores how you bring lightness to her life; Zaun taught her to grow up too fast and you remind her what fun looks like.

—If you talk to yourself she’ll grin and go, “You better not be talkin’ trash about me.”

—Secretly buys you more plushies or cute pins whenever she finds them. Never admits it, just tosses them at you like it’s no big deal.

—She’s protective if someone mistakes your playfulness for weakness.

“They don’t get talk down that to you. Ever.”

—Keeps an eye on your self-soothing habits. If you fidget with a plushie or hum to yourself, she’ll gently slide a hand over yours or rest her head on your shoulder.

CAITLYN

—At first, she’s puzzled. Piltover society taught her to be composed at all times, so your giddy affection is… new.

—But she secretly adores it. Your joy feels refreshing after years of duty and formality.

—When your voice goes high for kisses, she’ll blush, look around to see if anyone’s watching then lean in and kiss you softly.

—She notices the difference between “happy childish” and “nervous coping childish” immediately and gently checks in: “Everything alright, love?”

—She handles it delicately in public, playing along so you don’t feel called out. Later in private, she asks softly.

—Caitlyn actually gets into your trinket-decorated outfits. She’ll help you pick pieces that make a matching aesthetic.

—She’ll never let anyone make you feel silly for it. Her subtle glares shut people up fast.

—If you talk to yourself in public, she’ll subtly act like she’s participating in your “conversation” to make you feel comfortable.

JAYCE

—Thinks it’s adorable but can’t help teasing you: “What are you, five? … Don’t give me that look, come here.”

—At first he might miss the subtle signs, thinking your silliness is just… you.

—Once he realizes it’s a coping mechanism, he takes it seriously and can get overprotective, even frustrated at himself for not noticing sooner.

—He’s super affectionate in return and lifts you off the ground when you get giddy and spins you around.

—If you collect plushies or little charms, he’ll try to make a hextech one that lights up.

—Loves how your joy balances his tendency to overwork and take things too seriously.

—When your voice rises in octaves, he’s instantaneously drawn in for exaggerated kisses.

—If you talk to yourself, he’ll jokingly join the conversation: “Oh? And what did other you have to say about that?”

—Likes helping you redirect your energy. He’ll pull you away from crowds, take you for a walk or distract you with hands-on projects.

—Gets irrationally mad if anyone mocks you.

“They’re just happy, leave them alone.”

VIKTOR

—At first, he doesn’t quite know what to do with your energy but it grows on him quickly.

—Your childish affection is one of the few things that pulls him out of long working sessions.

—If your voice rises asking for affection, he’ll smile faintly, push his work aside and say “Come here, then” (inside he’s melting).

—He might not squeal back, but when you raise your voice for kisses he just leans down immediately.

—Quietly gifts you little trinkets he finds (bolts, gears, shiny scraps) because he knows you’ll squeal over them.

—If you give him a charm or plush, he keeps it on his desk.

—If your childishness is masking stress, he’s gentle.

—He’s very attuned to small changes in people. The moment your playfulness feels off, he notices but instead of calling it out directly, he gives you gentle openings.

“You seem… extra animated today. Is something troubling you?”

—If you talk to yourself he might answer softly as if you’re having a dialogue with him.

—The sight of you decorating yourself with plushies makes him laugh under his breath, which is rare.

SILCO

—He doesn’t do “cute”… but he does do “yours.”

—Outwardly he’ll sigh and shake his head at your antics, but inwardly he finds your lightness attractive in this world.

—If you raise your voice for kisses he’ll pretend to ignore you for about three seconds then give in with a quiet kiss on the temple.

—Silco rarely initiates public displays of affection, but in private if you raise your voice in that high, sweet “kiss me” way, he’ll sigh like you’re inconveniencing him… then immediately lean down to give you what you want.

—Makes sure you’re safe wearing your playful outfits in Zaun.

“People will think you’re soft. Let them. They’ll find out otherwise.”

—If you crawl into his lap during a meeting, he doesn’t push you away. Though the person across from him suddenly finds themselves very, very nervous.

—When you get excited over something small, like spotting a shiny coin or a new trinket at the market, he actually slows down to let you admire it.

—Notices immediately if you’re masking pain or fear with childish behavior. His response is protective: “Tell me who hurt you.”

—He doesn’t collect trinkets, but he’ll clear a space on his desk for yours without a word.

EKKO

—Absolutely eats this up. He’s just as excitable when you’re happy.

—If you bounce around, he bounces with you. If you squeal, he squeals right back. You are a cute couple.

—Often incorporates your trinkets into his inventions for fun, like adding tiny charms that jingle when gadgets move. He proudly wears them during missions sometimes just to make you laugh.

—When you talk to yourself, he’ll sneak up and go,

“Who you talkin’ to? … They sound smart.”

Or a: “Wow, that guy sounds handsome, you should kiss him.”

—Will spontaneously tickle or swing you around if you get giddy over small things.

—Likes to make you burn energy with him with movement, as skating or crafting.

—He’s the type to humor every high-pitched “kiss me!” request immediately and dramatically.

—He’ll chase away anything that dampens your mood or mocks your behavior.

—If your childishness masks fear, he’s quick to notice. He’ll gently sit you down and make a motivational talk.

SEVIKA

—Acts completely unamused.

“Really? You’re whining for kisses now?” but secretly she adores it.

—Gives in to your high-pitched affection demands with an eye-roll and a kiss to shut you up.

—Or she’ll smirk whenever you get whiny for affection but always gives in eventually.

“Fine. But only one kiss.” (It’s never just one.)

—If you decorate yourself in plushies or trinkets, she doesn’t say anything… but you catch her subtly straightening them so they sit right.

—If you chatter or squeal in public, she acts like she doesn’t notice but stands guard to make sure no one bothers you.

—If anyone in Zaun calls you soft, she’ll put them in the hospital.

—She’s especially good at reading when your childishness is covering stress.

“Drop the act. What’s wrong?”

—If you’re openly affectionate in public, she maintains a stern facade but feels proud and protective inside.

—Though she’ll never admit it, she likes how you make her feel less like a weapon and more like a person.

MEL

—She’s effortlessly charmed.

—If your voice goes high demanding affection, she’ll humor you with a little smile and give you exactly what you want even if she’s in the middle of a political meeting.

“Excuse me one moment.”

—She finds your plushies and trinkets endearing, and sometimes commissions jewelers to make ones that suit your style.

—She’ll happily kneel down to help you rearrange plushies on your outfit

—Loves watching you get excited over little things. She’ll set up surprises just to see your reaction.

—In public, she frames your affection as confidence, not immaturity.

Her quiet: “They’re full of life, isn’t it beautiful?”disarms any critics.

—If your childish behavior masks stress, she notices instantly and responds with warmth and zero judgment.

—She’ll sit beside you, brushing your hair while you chatter away.

—She treats your coping mechanism not as something silly but as something worth protecting of yourself.

[chrisredfieldwifey]

mwah mwah to my pookie he says

[bigproblemsfunnylife]

Three Gears: Lab Edition

Pairing: Jayce Talis x Viktor x GN! Reader

CW: Domestic fluff, workplace, polyamorous relationship.

The morning sun slanted through the high windows of the Hextech lab, catching in dust motes and scattered graphite shavings. Someone, probably you, had left an open sketchbook across the drafting table and Viktor was already frowning at the way the edges curled.

“Humidity,” he muttered under his breath, setting his cane against the table to flatten the page. “We should install a dehumidifier before it warps everything in here.”

From across the room, Jayce yawned dramatically. “Or, and hear me out, we could just close the window when someone insists on fresh air.” He shot you a mock-stern look over the rim of his coffee mug.

You leaned on the railing of the mezzanine above, grinning. “If I have to choose between warped blueprints and breathing actual oxygen instead of cold machine grease, I pick oxygen every time.”

Jayce raised his free hand in surrender, but Viktor didn’t even look up from the sketchbook as he penciled a correction into the margin. “The prototype housing is wrong here,” he murmured to himself. “We will need an entirely different alloy…”

“Breakfast first, genius,” Jayce interrupted, setting his mug down with a soft clink and walking over to him. “You haven’t eaten, have you?”

Viktor tilted his head in mild annoyance, curls falling in his eyes. “I had tea.”

“That’s not food,” you called down as you descended the stairs, still in your socks. “And no, nutrient paste doesn’t count either.”

Jayce shot you an approving grin, as if you were co-conspirators in a campaign to keep Viktor alive. Viktor only sighed and let Jayce herd him toward the far counter where you’d balanced a plate of toast and eggs.

The three of you ended up perched on stools around the workbench, eating from mismatched plates while the hum of the Hexcore and the faint smell of solder filled the room. Jayce kept leaning into you when he laughed, broad shoulder warm against yours while Viktor kept swatting crumbs off his schematics with impatient little motions.

After breakfast, you found yourself on the floor with Viktor, both of you tightening bolts on a new stabilizer casing while Jayce tinkered with the gear assembly overhead. A melody drifted from the gramophone, one of Viktor’s old Piltover waltzes, and at some point Jayce jumped down from the mezzanine, landing with a thunk.

“Test run complete,” he announced, clearly fishing for praise. “And look, no sparks this time!”

You clapped theatrically while Viktor gave him a thin, approving smile. “Your standards are alarmingly low,” Viktor said dryly, “but… well done.”

The rest of the day blurred into a rhythm of quiet laughter, metal ringing against metal and the occasional stolen kiss when one of them caught you under the mezzanine stairs. When night finally fell, blue light from the Hexcore painted all three of you in a soft glow as you dozed together on the long leather couch: Viktor with his head on your shoulder, Jayce’s arm draped lazily across both of you, schematics forgotten on the floor.

[caitviexe]

4:56 PM .ᐟ.ᐟ

: ̗̀➛ jayvik x gn!reader

《 fluff 》 ⌨ 0,3k

a/n: for all the lovely yappers out there ❤︎ i got inspired on a prompt hunt. the prompt in question: “... sorry, I talked too much." / “No, no, no, not at all. Keep talking.”

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You should stop, says the warning voice in your head. You talk too much. But it’s weaker now than on previous occasions, so it gets buried under your speech, and you continue to sew together your words as vehemently.

Your monologue is like a nest. Not butterfly, not bird— rather a hive. Under your ribs. Buzzing, enthusiastic bees, each one is a word, and they come, and zizz, and you pace in the lab, shoes thumping as you set them free, one by one. How HexTech technology made your work easier in different areas. How many opportunities you have thanks to it. How grateful you are for the inventors— you simply can’t keep it to yourself.

Then out of nowhere, the warning voice returns. Enough, it says. This time it’s stronger, pierces your chest like an arrow, crushing your hive. The bees fall lifelessly, their wings twitching, and a tense silence descends. You yourself freeze in the middle of the lab, mouth closing, teeth sinking into your lower lip. “... sorry, I talked too much.”

“No, no, no, not at all,” Jayce protests determinedly. He surprises you, pleasantly, his waving arms seeming to weld parts of the hive together, as if some bees were returning from their devastating death.

“Keep talking.” Viktor also encourages you. Quietly, without theatrical gestures, but with an attentive and warm gaze, leaning over his desk. An even larger part of the hive heals, and even more bees come to life.

But still, while you're talking, they can't concentrate on their work. You planned to bring them coffee, not to hold them up.

"I'm afraid I can't stop," you admit, smiling awkwardly.

"Is that such a big deal?" Viktor asks. He raises an eyebrow, like it’s not a big deal. Like you could talk all day, he’d not disapprove.

He means it. 

Suddenly, you can't speak, just stare, until Jayce confirms the verbally unstated facts.

“Viktor is right. We’re curious about everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything,” Jayce nods. “So, how has HexTech changed the distribution of the third sector?”

You pick up on your last thought. This time, you don't walk around, but step closer to them. You talk, and feel relieved. As their gaze focuses solely on you, they hum and ask questions, you know that this unbroken and faithful attention is— is love.

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(my arcane debut. yay!! let me know what you think!)

[noodles-and-tea]

🎈

[jasontodddidnothingwrong]

Batkids early adoption au except it all happens in the same night (also Bruce Wayne is an idiot)

Picture this:

Bruce goes to the circus. A tragedy occurs. He starts walking back to his car with a freshly orphaned Dick Grayson clinging to his neck. He gets there only to find...

The tires are gone. All but one, which is in the process of being removed by a scrawny street kid named Jason Todd. The boy runs.

Bruce panics. He obviously can't let this poor, obviously homeless kid run off to get crimed in Crime Alley. Bruce does the only thing he can think of: he throws Dick like a pokeball. It works, sort of. Dick catches the kid, the kid catches a concussion.

Bruce panics harder.

He bundles the kids into the back of his car and hops in the drivers seat. "Hospital," he says to himself, "I can do this. I'm Batman."

"What?" Dick says.

"What?" Jason says.

"What?" Bruce says.

THUMP. They're interrupted by the sound of someone landing bodily on the roof.

Bruce stumbles out of the car to find Tim Drake doing the family guy death pose on top of his $400,000 Mercedes. Above them, a broken fire escape squeaks a threat of more violence. Bruce is distracted by it for only a second, but when he looks back down, Tim is already upright and setting off a camera in his face.

"Hi, Batman!" Tim grins. "I knew it was you."

Bruce blinks away the stars with a sigh and opens the back door again. Tim scrambles off the roof and wanders in.

Bruce now has three childr- wait when did that one get here? Cassandra Cain is wedged into the middle seat between Dick and Jason. She smiles at him sweetly.

"Who-" Bruce begins.

Someone wings a brick at them out of nowhere. Tim narrowly avoids further head trauma only because Bruce's dad reflexes activate in time to bat (ha!) it away. Bruce turns to see a little blonde girl sprinting off. He moves to catch her, but steps on Jason's discarded tire iron; it flips up and nails him in the balls. Stephanie Brown gets away.

Bruce realises, while he's writhing pitifully on the ground, that the car still has no tires.

He calls Alfred for help.

---

Four hours, a hospital visit, a whole lot of paperwork and one long phone call to CPS later, Bruce arrives home with four emergency foster kids in tow.

Talia Al Ghul is sitting in his living room with a baby carrier.

[kal8elle]

[yearningfinalboss]

🎥 “Behind the Cape: The Stand-In (Superman 2025 BTS)” 📍 Uploaded by Warner Bros. Pictures

Warner Bros. uploads a new BTS footage “The Stand-In”. Rachel Brosnahan was not available to film the kitchen scene with David Corenswet that day, so they had to get a stand-in. Who would be better than, you, David’s wife, who is coincidentally around the same height as Rachel?

David Corenswet x Wife!Reader

Interview with James Gunn, Director

The frame is documentary-style, James Gunn seated in a director’s chair, a boom mic just out of frame. He’s casual, smiling, hands gesturing as he recalls the story.

James Gunn: “So there was this one day on set… Rachel wasn’t available—conflict in scheduling, I think. But the scene we needed to shoot was important, and David had to act with someone. The problem was… we had no one to stand in for Lois.”

Cut to B-roll of the set that day: cameras, lights, and David in his Superman suit pacing around, sipping water, looking thoughtful.

James Gunn (voiceover): “And we’re sitting there thinking, okay, what do we do? We can’t just shoot around it, because the dialogue needed a partner.”

-

Interview with David Corenswet, Superman/Clark Kent

Camera on David in his trailer, casual hoodie, a cup of coffee in hand.

David Corenswet: “So, we get to set that morning, and I’m all ready to film the scenes with Rachel… and then I find out she’s not going to be there. At first, I thought, okay, maybe we can shoot something else, or maybe they’ll do a table read… but no, this scene was scheduled, like, for that exact hour. And I’m standing there thinking, ‘Well… now what?’ It was honestly kind of a moment of panic—like, how do I act a romantic scene with literally no one there?”

He chuckles, shaking his head.

David (smiling): “And yes, I briefly considered talking to myself for a few takes. But that’s not exactly cinematic, you know?”

-

Clip – The Phone Call

Grainy handheld footage. David and James are huddled together on set, phone on loudspeaker. Rachel Brosnahan’s voice comes through.

Rachel (on phone, playful): “Okay, so—hear me out. Just grab a stand-in! Someone David can play off of. Doesn’t have to be me.”

James (into phone): “Who are you suggesting, Rachel?”

Rachel (laughing): “Honestly? Get [Y/N]. She’s the same height as me. Perfect stand-in.”

Camera pans to David, who instantly breaks into a smile, shaking his head like he’s not surprised.

James (to David, grinning): “What do you think? Think she’ll go for it?”

David (smiling, a little shy but proud): “I’ll ask. I think she might.”

-

Interview with David Corenswet, Superman/Clark Kent

David sits in his own chair for the interview segment, laughing softly at the memory.

David: “I mean, Rachel wasn’t wrong. [Y/N] is the same height, and she’s been on set with us almost every day. But I wasn’t sure she’d want to actually, you know, act opposite me. She’s shy. But I figured… maybe she’d say yes if I asked nicely.”

-

Clip – David heading to his trailer

The camera follows David, still in half of his Superman costume—the suit zipped down to his chest, cape draped over one arm, boots heavy against the metal steps of his trailer. The cinematographer lingers on his thoughtful expression as he pushes the door open and steps inside.

Inside, you’re seated on the small couch, headphones around your neck, scrolling through your phone. You glance up in surprise when he enters, giving him a small smile. The cameraman hangs back by the doorway, catching the interaction as David kneels down in front of you, resting his forearms on your knees.

David (softly, but playful): “So… James and Rachel have an idea. Don’t panic.”

You blink at him, immediately suspicious. You: “…What kind of idea?”

David grins, brushing a hand through his hair, clearly amused by your hesitation.

David: “They need a stand-in for Lois. Just for one scene. And Rachel suggested you, because—well, you’re the same height, and honestly, you’d be perfect.”

You laugh nervously, tucking your hands into the sleeves of your sweater. You: “Me? David, I’m not an actress. What if I mess it up?”

David (reassuring): “You won’t mess it up. It’s not about lines, it’s mostly physical blocking. You’d just be standing in so I can play off someone, instead of acting to thin air.”

You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes slightly. You: “Okay… but what’s the scene? Because that sounds suspiciously vague.”

David presses his lips together, trying not to laugh, before finally sighing dramatically.

David (carefully): “Alright, full disclosure. It’s… Clark and Lois making out in Lois’ apartment. He picks her up, sets her on the kitchen counter, and… yeah. They kiss. A lot.”

The camera catches the way your face immediately heats up, your hands flying to cover your mouth as you laugh in disbelief.

You: “You’re joking. No. Absolutely not. That’s—David!”

David (grinning, leaning closer): “I’m not joking. And before you say no—just know I’d be the happiest guy in the world if you said yes.”

You (still flustered, whispering): “You really think I’d be an okay stand-in for that?”

David smirks, resting his chin on your knee like he’s trying to wear you down.

David (teasing): “Honestly? I’ll probably mess up the scene on purpose just so I can keep making out with you.”

The crew member filming snorts audibly, shaking the camera as you cover your face in embarrassment.

You (muffled through your hands): “You’re ridiculous.”

David (with a grin so wide it reaches his dimples): “And hopelessly in love with you. So… what do you say?”

The clip ends on your shy laugh, your hand pushing playfully at his shoulder, while David looks up at you like he already knows your answer.

-

Clip – Heading to Hair & Makeup

The camera picks up outside the trailers, where you and David walk side by side. He’s carrying his script binder under one arm, still in half of his Superman costume, while you hug a sweater around yourself, looking both amused and nervous.

A production assistant opens the door to the hair & makeup trailer, ushering you both inside.

Cut to footage of the two of you seated in chairs side by side. The stylists move quickly—one brushing your hair back to prep it for Lois’s iconic waves, another tugging at David’s cape to remove it so he can change into Clark Kent’s outfit.

Makeup Artist (smiling at you): “We’ll keep it simple. Just Lois’s look for continuity. Light makeup, soft hair. You’ll look the part in no time.”

The camera pans to David, now in a white dress shirt, sitting patiently while his hair is combed into Clark’s neat style. He’s watching you through the mirror, smiling faintly like he can’t believe this is happening.

The interviewer, off camera, asks:

Interviewer: “David, how does it feel having your wife step in for a sweet, romantic scene like this?”

David pauses, then looks into the mirror-cam, his dimples deepening as he grins.

David: “Honestly? It’s gonna be the best day on set for sure. I mean, how often do you get to play Superman and kiss your wife at the same time, at work? That’s… pretty much unbeatable.”

The crew around them chuckles, one stylist shaking her head fondly.

The camera cuts to you, blushing furiously in the makeup chair, swatting at David’s arm when he reaches over to squeeze your hand.

You (laughing softly): “You’re impossible.”

David (smiling, unbothered): “And hopelessly lucky.”

B-rolls:

A stylist makes you wear the purple Lois Lane top and adjusts the sleeves while you glance nervously at the camera.

David adjusting his shirt in the mirror, then turning to give the camera a wink.

A shot of the two of you side by side in full look: you as Lois, David as Clark. He stares for a second too long, shaking his head with a grin.

David (off-mic, caught on camera): “Yeah… this is gonna be fun.”

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Clip – On Set

The kitchen apartment set is lit warmly, camera rigs circling the counters. You sit on the counter in Lois’s costume, legs dangling nervously. David, now fully dressed as Clark Kent—in his white dress shirt, hair tousled—paces with his script in hand, shaking out his shoulders like an athlete before a game.

James Gunn (off-camera): “Alright, this is a simple blocking scene. Clark kisses Lois, lifts her up, sets her on the counter, keeps kissing. No dialogue. Just emotion. Got it?”

David (grinning, pointing at you): “Got it. Definitely got it.”

You cover your face with both hands, already laughing. Crew members chuckle softly in the background.

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Interview with James Gunn, Director

James Gunn:

“Honestly, I was a little skeptical at first. I was like, ‘Okay… we’re doing a romantic scene, David’s acting as Clark, and his wife is stepping in as Lois? This could go a few ways.’ But what actually happened? It was incredible. The chemistry between them was just… real. The crew could feel it, the cameras picked it up, and the scene turned out way better than we could have imagined.”

He leans back, smiling, shaking his head in disbelief.

James:

“And yes, there were some… moments where David got a little carried away. But that’s kind of the point, right? That energy is what makes it believable on screen. And honestly, I don’t think we’ll ever top that day on set. The laughter, the flustered looks, the genuine connection—it was all gold. Pure gold.”

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First Take

James Gunn: “Alright. Cameras rolling. And—action!”

David steps forward, perfectly in character. His hands slip around your waist as he pulls you in, mouth meeting yours with practiced intensity. The crew hums approvingly—it looks natural, cinematic.

But then David leans in harder, kissing you with a little too much enthusiasm. His hands grip your thighs, lifting you onto the counter like you weigh nothing. The camera captures it beautifully—except he doesn’t stop. He keeps pressing into you, his hips shifting forward with a very real grind.

You break away from the kiss, gasping for breath and giggling.

You (breathless, laughing): “David—! You’re supposed to be acting!”

The crew bursts out laughing. Someone claps, someone else whistles. James throws his hands in the air, laughing.

James Gunn (teasing): “Cut! Okay, maybe a little less method acting there, Romeo.”

David, cheeks pink but grinning shamelessly, looks right at the camera.

David: “Sorry. Got carried away.”

Bloopers Montage

Take 2: David sets you on the counter, kisses you, but pulls back immediately, laughing. David: “Nope. Can’t do this. Too distracting.” The crew cracks up again.

Take 3: Mid-kiss, David bumps his head on the overhead cabinet as he leans in. You burst out laughing, holding his face while the crew groans in sympathy. David (wincing): “I’m fine. Clark Kent’s head is indestructible, remember?”

Take 4: He lifts you onto the counter too quickly and you wobble. You squeak in surprise, gripping his shoulders, while he steadies you with exaggerated care. David (to crew, mock serious): “She’s safe. I’ve got her. Superman’s got her.”

Take 5: This time the kiss goes on too long. The camera keeps rolling. You finally push his chest gently, laughing and out of breath. You: “Babe—oxygen. Please.” David just grins, dimples deep, forehead resting against yours.

Take 6: The kiss goes for way too long. David is gone—way too carried away. The camera captures more passionate kisses: nibbles, tongues, a groan from you and a definitely genuine growl from David. His lips move to your neck, giving you more open-mouthed kisses, sucking on your skin. James yells “Cut!”, sounding alarmed and can be heard off-screen, “We’re still here, David!” The mic captures David’s frustrated “fuck”, before pulling away from you.

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Interview with David Corenswet, Superman/Clark Kent

(About asking you to be the stand-in)

David (voiceover): “So, I had to ask her. And let me tell you, asking your wife to stand in for your love interest in a romantic scene? That’s… well, it’s its own brand of terrifying. I’m nervous, I’m trying to be professional, and she’s sitting there laughing nervously at me, like she’s waiting for me to crack or say something stupid—which I probably did.”

David (to camera, grinning): “But she said yes. Which is a whole other level of amazing, and also makes me question my self-control for the rest of the day.”

(Acting with you as the stand-in)

David: “Having her there… it changed everything. Normally, when you’re acting with a stand-in, it’s just about hitting marks, getting the timing right, imagining chemistry. But with her? I didn’t have to imagine. She’s right there. She knows me. And it’s just… natural. Every line I said, every movement, it felt easier—more alive. And, honestly, a little dangerous for me, because, well… she makes it very hard to stay completely professional.”

He laughs softly, shaking his head.

David: “Every time I leaned in for a kiss on the counter, I had to fight the urge to actually just… forget it all and focus on her. And the crew? They could feel it too—they were cracking up half the time, because they knew I wasn’t acting as much as I usually would. I was just… in the moment. With her.”

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Interview segments: David Corenswet, Rachel Brosnahan, and James Gunn - About the Final Cut

David Corenswet, Superman/Clark Kent

Camera on David in his trailer, leaning back with a grin, casual hoodie still on. His hands rest on his knees, and he’s clearly amused as he recalls the story.

David: “So… funny thing. When the film came out, James ended up not using any of the clips with me and [Y/N] as the stand-in. None. Completely cut. And, yeah, part of me was like—‘Aw, bummer, people won’t get to see how good she was!’ But honestly? I don’t even care.”

He leans forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped.

David (smiling, a little mischievous): “Because, really, I did get to act out the scene… with my wife. And let me tell you, I think I enjoyed that day on set more than anyone else possibly could have. Cameras or no cameras, crew or not, it was… perfect. I got to kiss her, be close to her, and laugh with her all day. That’s a win in my book, even if the footage never made it to the movie.”

He chuckles, shaking his head fondly.

David: “So yeah… the movie cut it. But the memory? That’s mine forever. And honestly, I think she enjoyed it just as much as I did.”

B-Rolls:

Clip of David and you laughing together off-camera while the crew teases him about “breaking character again.”

Quick shot of him helping you down from the counter after the “scene,” both of you still smiling and flushed.

You and David walking off set hand-in-hand, him whispering something funny, you laughing so hard you almost stumble.

Rachel Brosnahan, Lois Lane

Rachel: “So yeah, when I found out that the scenes with [Y/N] as the stand-in didn’t actually make it into the final cut… I was a little bummed at first. Not because of the story or anything, but because those moments were just so fun to watch on set. I mean, David was completely smitten, and the energy between them was just… palpable. You could tell everyone on set was having a blast.”

She laughs, shaking her head.

Rachel: “But honestly? I’m not surprised they didn’t make it. It was a stand-in day, not a movie day. It wasn’t about the film—it was about the joy and chemistry in the moment. And if anything, it makes for a hilarious behind-the-scenes story. Plus, knowing David got to spend that time with his wife? Totally worth it.”

James Gunn, Director

James Gunn: “Yeah… those clips never made it into the final movie. It wasn’t because they weren’t good—they were great—but they didn’t fit the pacing we needed for the scene. We had to focus on the actual storyline with Lois in the shot, not the stand-in fun.”

He chuckles, shaking his head.

James: “Still, seeing David and [Y/N] on set that day was priceless. The energy, the laughter, the way David kept breaking character… it’s something the crew still talks about. It’s one of those moments where you think, ‘Yeah, this might not be in the film, but it’s a perfect memory.’ And honestly, for David? I think that day was a huge win, cameras or no cameras.”

B-Rolls:

Clip of the crew laughing at David mid-kiss with you on the counter.

A shot of David and you walking off set, still giggling, hands intertwined.

Rachel and James looking at playback monitors off-camera, pointing at the footage and laughing at David’s antics.

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