#Then he went into cooking and found a real talent there

[angstandhappiness]

BAH HAH MAYBE

[moonmaiden1996]

Sanji reacting to his crush wanting him really bad and seducing him? Might be a perverted girl🔥👀

Sanji was used to the chase. The gentle words, the sweeping gestures, the flowers and the meals crafted with love — all carefully designed to win the favor of beautiful women. That was how it was supposed to go. Him wooing, them swooning. But this? This was uncharted territory.

It started innocently enough. He had handed you a plate of perfectly seared fish one evening, his usual charming smile plastered across his face.

“For the loveliest member of the crew,” he said, his voice dripping with honey.

You had taken the plate with a grin and, to his surprise, leaned in just a little too close.

“Thanks, Sanji,” you murmured, your voice low and smooth. “You’re the best chef I’ve ever met.”

His heart had nearly leapt out of his chest at the compliment, and he’d spent the next five minutes in the pantry, clutching the wall and willing himself not to faint.

But that had just been the beginning. The soft compliments started to flow more frequently:

“Sanji, I don’t know how you do it. Every bite of your food feels like falling in love.”

“If I had half your talent, I’d never leave the kitchen. Then again, I wouldn’t mind if you never left it either.”

Sanji’s reactions ranged from flushed stammering to hurried dashes to the galley for “stock taking.” But when you turned up the heat, the real fun began.

xxxxx

One day, as he handed you a cup of tea, you leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered:

“You know, Sanji, I’d love to see what else those hands can do besides cooking.”

“If I said I was craving something sweet, would you feed it to me… or let me taste it off you?”

“I’ve heard your knife skills are unmatched. Care to demonstrate by cutting right to my heart?”

“The way you move in the kitchen is intoxicating. Do you move like that everywhere?”

“Sanji, you’re so good with fire… How do you handle it when it’s burning between two people?”

The cup hit the floor, shattered into a million pieces, and Sanji excused himself for the rest of the afternoon.

xxxxx

The moment that truly shook the ship came in the communal showers. You could let the opportunity to get a little payback, after all the time you had found the men ogling you. The crew was used to the occasional antics, but they hadn’t been prepared for you.

The men’s startled yells filled the steamy air as you casually strolled in, a towel slung over your shoulder. Nami and Robin stood at the entrance, arms crossed and grinning as they watched the chaos unfold.

“Don’t mind me, guys,” you said breezily, your eyes sweeping the room. “Just wanted to browse.”

Your gaze landed on Zoro first. “Looking good, Zoro. I had no idea you had such an impressive fourth sword.”

Zoro choked on his indignation while the others roared with laughter. But your eyes didn’t linger long. They slid over to Sanji, who was frozen mid-scrub, his face as red as the lobsters he loved to cook.

“Sanji,” you said, your voice dropping into a sultry purr. “You’re definitely a meal I’d like to taste… forever, if possible.”

The chef let out a strangled noise before collapsing in a heap, bleeding profusely from the nose. Franky declared an emergency meeting to install locks on the shower doors while Nami and Robin cackled in the background.

xxxxx

From then on, you went all in. Small gifts started to appear in the galley: a flower tucked into his recipe book, a neatly folded handkerchief embroidered with tiny hearts, and the occasional cheeky note:

“Just in case I give you another nose bleed again. xo”

“Sanji, you’re hotter than the flames on your stove.”

“If you ever need a taste tester, I’m available. For food or anything else. ♥”

Sanji, for his part, didn’t know what to do with himself. On one hand, you were incredible — sweet, kind, and undeniably attractive in your own way . On the other hand, he was used to being the pursuer, not the pursued, it was his role as the man after all (sorry but I feel that Sani view of romance comes from fairytales and trashing novels). His world felt turned upside down every time you so much as smiled at him.

Then came the incident with his clothes. You’d “borrowed” one of his shirts, claiming it was the perfect thing to wear on a chilly evening. Seeing you in his clothes had nearly done him in, but when you’d coyly asked for help taking it off later, he’d required immediate medical attention from Chopper.

And then there was the deck. Oh, the deck. He’d found you sprawled out one sunny afternoon, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a mischievous smile. You’d waved him over, patting the spot beside you.

“Care to join me, chef?”

He’d fainted on the spot, blood gushing down his face.

xxxxx

Now after the whole Fishman Island incident Chopper needed to ensure they had a continuous supply of blood on hand but unfortunately for him the supply run through your veins. When Sanji regained consciousness, it was to the sound of Chopper muttering something about “idiots and hormones” while you, curled up beside him on the small cot, your head resting on his chest.

Sanji’s face turned crimson as he realized you were half draped over him, your warm breath tickling his neck. He opened his mouth to protest but was silenced when your hand lazily slid across his chest, and you mumbled, “Glad you’re okay, chef. I was worried I might’ve gone too far this time, I defiantly need you in one piece for what I have planned.”

Chopper threw up his hooves, screaming. “That’s it! I’m locking the door. Whatever happens in here, happens. Just don’t come crying to me later! The thing are in the draw, make sure you clean up after yourselves”

With that, the doctor stormed out, locking the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone. Sanji’s heart pounded as he glanced down at you. Your eyes fluttered open, a sly smile spreading across your face.

“So, Sanji,” you murmured, your voice dripping with mischief. “What do you say we make the most of this… private time?”

Sanji, for once, was at a complete loss for words. But as your lips brushed against his, he lost all power of thought.

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[solxamber]

can i ask for a deuce spade with a snow white inspired reader!! if not is fine (asking for a friend..)

Deuce Spade x Snow White! Reader

a/n: i don't know if this is what you wanted but i hope you like it <3

The first time Deuce Spade met you, it was like stepping into a fairytale. You were standing in the woods near the school, surrounded by small animals—birds perched on your shoulders, a squirrel nibbling on a nut in your hand.

He was on his way to gather potion ingredients but stopped in his tracks, staring at the scene before him.

You noticed him immediately, offering a warm smile. “Oh, hello! Are you here for the herbs? I think there are some over there,” you said, pointing to a nearby patch of greenery.

Deuce blinked, snapping out of his daze. “Uh, yeah, thanks.” He approached cautiously, trying not to startle the animals. “Are they...tame?”

“Not exactly,” you replied, laughing softly. “They just trust me. I guess they can tell I mean no harm.”

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at the rabbit now hopping around your feet. “That’s...really cool. You’re like a real-life princess or something.”

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, and you laughed again, the sound light and musical. “I wouldn’t go that far. I just like helping.”

“Well, it’s impressive,” Deuce said earnestly, his face turning slightly red.

Deuce discovered your talent for baking when he wandered into the kitchen one evening. The scent of apples and cinnamon filled the air, and there you were, carefully rolling out dough for a pie.

“What are you doing here so late?” he asked, stepping closer.

“Just finishing up a pie for tomorrow’s lunch,” you said, glancing up at him with a smile. “Would you like to help?"

“Me? I’m not great at cooking…”

“That’s okay. I can show you,” you said, holding out an extra apron.

Deuce hesitated but eventually slipped it on, standing beside you at the counter. Under your guidance, he peeled apples, though not without a few comical mishaps—like when an apple flew out of his hands and rolled across the floor.

“Sorry,” he muttered, embarrassed.

You laughed, picking up the rogue apple. “It’s fine. You’re doing great, Deuce.”

As the pie baked, the two of you sat at the counter, chatting. Deuce found himself staring at you, mesmerized by your kindness and the way you seemed to glow under the kitchen lights.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he blurted out.

You blinked, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“You’re always so kind to everyone,” he said, his voice earnest. “You make people feel...safe. Like everything’s going to be okay.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked down at your hands. “Thank you, Deuce. That means a lot.”

The troubles at Night Raven College never seemed to end, and today’s issue was no different. A jealous classmate, irked by your growing popularity, had cast a minor spell on you during alchemy class. Though not harmful, it left you feeling lightheaded and faint.

Deuce was furious when he found out. “Who did this to you?” he demanded, his fists clenched.

“It’s okay,” you said softly, resting a hand on his arm. “I’m fine now.”

“No, it’s not okay,” he argued, his blue eyes blazing with determination. “No one gets to hurt you like that.”

Though his protectiveness touched your heart, you managed to calm him down, insisting that you didn’t want any trouble. Still, Deuce kept a close eye on you for the rest of the day, ensuring nothing else went wrong.

Later, when the two of you were alone, he took your hand in his, his expression serious.

“I’ll always protect you,” he said firmly. “No matter what.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “And I’ll always believe in you, Deuce.”

One evening, while studying together, you grew tired and dozed off at the table. Deuce noticed immediately, chuckling softly at how peaceful you looked.

He hesitated for a moment before reaching out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re so...perfect,” he murmured, his cheeks heating up.

Feeling bold, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his heart racing. To his surprise, your eyes fluttered open, and you blinked sleepily up at him.

“Deuce?” you mumbled, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said quickly, pulling back.

You shook your head, sitting up. “It’s okay. That was...really sweet.”

His face turned red, and he looked away, scratching the back of his neck. “I just—wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You leaned closer, kissing his cheek in return. “Thank you, Deuce. You really are my knight in shining armor.”

Deuce’s heart soared at your words, and he couldn’t help but smile, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

Masterlist

[nightisawkward]

"Another challenger… it has been ages. Perhaps you have forgotten how this game is played. Allow me to remind you."

Happy halloween fellas!!! Hermitcraft/Life SMP inscryption AU ft. Boatem gang I cooked up awhile ago but never got around to posting B-) Wild life smp has reminded me how mentally ill I am about putting these Guys in Situations so here I am

Mild to major inscryption spoilers under the cut!

For those familiar with the game, the general roles are:

Luke Carter - "Challenger"/Grian

In this AU Grian is still a trading card-based youtuber who's recording all this nonsense going down real time as in canon, but has closer ties to the GameFuna company equivalent, named "WatcherCorp". His old college roommate/best mate Jimmy went to work for them, but mysteriously passed away in a fire at their headquarters. He found the Inscryption cards in Jimmy's leftover personal belongings a few years after his death, and decided that the best way to honor him would be to make a video featuring the project he put his heart and soul into... in more ways than one.

Key difference from canon Inscryption: Grian's mind is sucked into the game of Inscryption whenever he is playing. He is able to enter and leave the game at will, but he doesn't realize this until he first dies to Leshy/Pearl and ejects himself unconsciously out of fear of dying. The only reason he realizes he isn't hallucinating is because his camcorder footage proves he actually enters the game. He obtains the "Watcher's Eye" during Act 1, which he keeps for all future acts and allows him to see things he shouldn't see as a Challenger.

P03 - "Scarred Stoat"/Scar

Despite being the one who convinces Grian and the other Scrybes to stand up against Pearl, no one seems eager to spend any more time with the conniving conman than absolutely necessary. This may have something to do with Scar's history of backstabbing and cheating both Scybes and Challengers whenever it benefits him most. Which makes it rather unfortunate that Grian is must spend time with Scar in order to gather as much information as possible.

In the beginning, Scar and Grian do not get along in the slightest. Grian finds Scar's attitude too "fake", while Scar finds Grian's "cowardice" to be irritating. At some point, the two go from passive-aggressive fighting, to a grudging truce, to more friendly, lighthearted banter. Neither person seems to trust the other, but it doesn't seem to stop the two from being ✨saddled with unnecessary feelings✨. Scar's Act 3 world is much like Leshy's Act 1 world, with much more emphasis put on environmental storytelling and general Vibes than actual gameplay. Even if his game is a smokescreen for his true goal of Ascension, he feels strangely obligated to give Grian his best shot.

Scar in his proper Scrybe form appears more steampunk than canon P03. Think of a Grumbot with Scar's boatem base aesthetic and tons of missing nuts and bolts. P03's bastardous tendencies+ Scar's steampunk base made this role perfect for him.

Magnificus - "Horned Wolf"/Impulse

Impulse is a talented artist and an even more talented programmer. His future sight stems from his literal sight: His eyes are able to see read the code veil behind Inscryption, allowing him to predict likely futures based on what code is running. He often laments his status as an NPC, claiming that if he were given administrative privileges and the actual ability to modify source code he would have been able to escape Inscryption long ago.

He is rather absent in Act 2, focusing on finishing his "artwork" as soon as possible. He uses his brush to create a menagerie magical creatures with strange abilities in hopes that using one in battle might trigger a unfixable bug, allowing him to rip a hole through the source code. It is unclear whether he was able to accomplish his goal before Act 3 roles around, but it seems like Scar's method of Ascension seems awfully similar to Impulse's... perhaps a sneaky spy was able to steal Impulse's information?

As a proper Scrybe, he resembles a walking mop or a yak with overgrown fur. Most of his features are indistinguishable, save for his small horns and his glowing goat eyes.

Lemora - "Distinguished Stinkbug"/Mumbo

Mumbo is by far the most easygoing Scrybe in the cast. While he would greatly prefer an eternal slumber over yet another temporary ceasefire amongst the Scrybes, he is willing to work with the others in Act 1 simply because he finds his stinkbug form too uncomfortable to sleep in. Mumbo's goal is simple: to delete the game of Inscryption, and therefore himself, and finally rest. However, finds the constant power struggles in the world of Inscryption rather tiring and simply can't be bothered to make a grab for power himself to achieve this goal. This hasn't stopped him from asking Grian to destroy floppy disk of Inscryption. Unfortunately for him, the temptation of the o̷l̵d̷ ̶d̸a̶t̷ [REDACTED] mysteries within Inscryption are simply too powerful for Grian to resist.

As a proper Scrybe, he looks almost exactly like Mumbo's minecraft skin: A pale, mustached man with blood red eyes who resembles a vampire. Mumbo denies all vampire allegations. While he is the most "normal" looking Scrybe, Grian would still hesitate to call him "human" ...there's just something slightly off about his appearance that sets him on edge.

Leshy - "Game Master"/Pearl

Pearl is an unforgiving gamemaster that puts more emphasis on providing the player a challenge than her canon counterpart. After her self-proclaimed "tutorial", there is no more handholding and she gives Grian an absolute hellish time. Grian is only able to get a slight edge when he discovers all of the Scrybes, who provide him with stategy help to even the playing field. It is unclear whether Pearl actually enjoys running her Act 1 game or not: she seems to derive an animalistic pleasure from defeating Grian, but there are times where she seems tired and fed up with the endless gameplay loop and intentionally throws during key fights. She switches between manic and depressed at the drop of a hat.

During Act 2, she barely even tries to give Grian a challenge, allowing him to progress straight to her boss fight without any side quests to "get it over with quicker". She seems to hold a deep grudge against Scar for some reason, which is the only thing that motivates her to take action to stop him during Act 3.

Mysteriously, Grian finds a burned and unusable Unicorn card within her Act 1 cabin. Upon discovery, Scar immediately suggests that Grian leave it where he found it. Some things are best left forgotten, after all...

[burreauxpop]

🎉🦇 Happy BATday 🦇🎉

happiest of (early) birthdays to joey 🥹 i hope he knows he’s so talented and admired, and he’s literally the goat (imo) <33 and yes this is someone based off of joe getting a bat mobile…BUT ALAS! joe is so sweet and amazing and regardless of how tonight’s game goes, i hope this awesome, sexy, talented, cute, sweet, iconic, LEGENDARY man has the bestest 28th birthday in the world because that’s what he deserves! 🧡

description: a bulleted blurb where you surprise joe with a lego set and…something else for his birthday ;)

warnings: fluff, suggestive (smut implication), cut-off at the end), reader cosplays (?) as catwoman, implied roleplay…maybe more, idk-

• so, joe’s birthday was coming up. and unfortunately for you…

• you had no idea what to get him.

• you give him gifts surrounding his interests all the time!

• you give him star wars stuff, dinosaur pajamas, etc.

• one time, you gifted him a science kit that he saw in the store one day.

• nerd.

• but it was so heartwarming, seeing his eyes light up like a kid on christmas day. how could you not spoil him?

• even when he protested, saying “babe, i really don’t need anything”

• which he does mean, but truthfully, he’d never turn down a gift from you.

• this year? you had no fucking clue what to gift him.

• you were almost tempted to just cook a nice meal and chill with him (lameeee)

• but you decided to make an effort!

• he is your beloved boyfriend after all

• so you decide to call up ja’marr.

• ring ring

• he picks up, and you ask him what on earth to get joe for his bday

• “well…he likes star wars-”

• “already gave him a star wars gift.”

• “uh, dinosaurs-”

• “he has a t-rex onesie.”

• “spongebob-”

• “no.” (joe has way too much spongebob stuff)

• “man, i don’t know. i mean…he bought a bat mobile, but that won’t come until later-”

• “wait, ja’marr…say that again.”

• “…that again.”

• “…i’m hanging up.”

• “hold on-”

• you hung up. besides, you had an idea anyway.

• that’s when you grab your purse and head to the nearest store; besides, a lego bat mobile set must be common.

• sure enough, you found one!

• but…surely one measly lego set wouldn’t be enough…

• you wanted to do something different. bold even.

• after purchasing the lego set, you immediately went on the hunt for a latex bodysuit.

• that’s right. you wanted to add an element of surprise, and dress as catwoman.

• it’s different

• but it’s quite fitting

• + you might be able to give joe some good birthday sex!

• finally, you found a bodysuit of good quality and wasted no time ordering it.

• this was going to be good.

• timeskip to joe’s birthday.

• he returns from practice, and he’s a bit sweaty (yuck)

• you give him pat on the shoulder, ushering him to hurry and take a shower so he can receive his gift.

• so he does.

• when he comes back, you hold the bag out to him, wishing him a happy birthday.

• you watch him open it, and he pulls out some candy that you knew he liked

• he pulls out a pair of soft batman socks you also got him (he wears socks everywhere)

• and finally, the lego bat mobile set

• his eyes lit up like a big lightbulb, he was so happy.

• though he slowly looks at you.

• “what’s with the batman stuff?”

• “well…i heard through the grapevine you bought an actual bat mobile. so i thought this lego one would suffice until your real one came in.”

• joe pouted. he was going to whoop ja’marr’s ass later.

• nonetheless, you laughed and pat joe’s head.

• “relax…besides, i have one more gift. but you gotta close your eyes.”

• confused, but intrigued, joe closes his eyes.

• you head into a nearby bathroom and change into the latex bodysuit.

• you were nervous, despite having already tried it on

• because what if he didn’t like it?

• (you knew he’d like it. i mean, it’s an excuse for him to gawk at you.)

• once you secure the cat ears, you sigh, heading back out and standing in front of joe.

• “okay. you can look now.”

• joe slowly opened his eyes and…

• holy shit.

• his eyes widened so wide, and his jaw practically dropped to the floor

• “no way…are you-”

• “catwoman? yes~.”

• joe took his time to look over your body.

• the way the latex hugged every single curve you had

• he’d be LYING if he said he wasn’t turned on.

• he very much was, as he smirked at you.

• “god damn, baby…this might be the best gift yet.”

• “yeah?”

• he stood up and nodded, his hands seeking a spot on your waist.

• he needed you. like…now.

• “how about we get to the bedroom…? and you keep this on?”

• “what, you like it that much?”

• “yeah…but…i have a little idea. maybe some acting, if you will.

• you laughed, picking up what he was putting down.

• “sure…as long as you don’t lift a single finger. this is your birthday, remember?”

• “yeah, yeah, i know.”

• with that, he scooped you into his arms, and carried you off into your guys' shared room.

————

WOOOOOO happy joe dayyyy 🤸🏾‍♀️🧡 i’m posting this earlier so we can cry later if we lose and not stress about posting ^^

[dekariosclan]

Hello my friend!

So we all know how amazing and wonderful Gale is, how kind, good, caring and funny he is. He is, in so many ways, a perfect man.

He is, however, only human. I have the tendency to idealise him, and forget this.

My question to you is - what do you think his flaws are? Both generally and as a husband/life partner.

💜

Ohhh I love this question so much ❤️ I am a hopeless romantic, and I adore Gale’s charming, sweet, loving adorkableness! He is truly amazing—but I can confirm NOBODY (and no relationship) is ever 100% perfect.

The thing about a long-term committed relationship is that, while your partner’s charms make the relationship wonderful, their flaws are what make it REAL. And that’s just as important.

So let’s talk about our charming Gale’s less-than-charming aspects, shall we?

[warning: this went from a short & concise answer to a rambling dissertation, please prepare yourself accordingly! Also I know this ask/answer was supposed to make Gale a little less perfect and help lessen our obsession, but uhhhh, I seem to have veered hard in the opposite direction 😂]

———

First off: The Pomposity™️ (I’m not 100% certain that’s even a real word but you know what I mean right) So we all know that by the end of the game, (human) Gale has come to accept himself as he is, and decided to henceforth be known as ‘Gale Dekarios, a most brilliant wizard of intentionally limited reknown.’ He’s come a lonnng way in cutting down his ego, but let’s be honest: some of it will never truly go away. And that’s fair, because he IS brilliant, and he IS talented, and he IS extremely passionate about magic.

…but it’s tough to remember all that and give him a pass when that usually-oh-so-adorable-finger-in-the-air is now aimed at YOU, as he declares that ‘after all, he IS an expert on [*insert topic here*] because he WAS awarded [*insert scholarly award here*] from the one and only [*insert impressive Blackstaff Academy professor here.*]’

And all you wanted was for your opinion to be taken into consideration regarding the wine selection at dinner.

———

Second: The Disarray / Messiness. Gale has a brilliant mind, one that he applies full throttle to any and all situations: concentration on magic spells, lance board strategy, calculations, poring over ancient tomes, and even figuring out how to cook something edible out of rotting fish heads and some moldy cheese (no veggies, though!)

The problem is, while his mind is brilliant and he will keep it laser-focused on his chosen subject at that current moment, from a day-to-day perspective he is straight-up scatter brained with all the things he has his hands in. We can see this in his vision of his tower: BOOKS. BOOKS EVERYWHERE. Some stacked in piles, some shoved onto shelves, some left open on the page he was reading when he got distracted, etc.

We also get confirmation of this from Tara in the epilogue:

Tara: The way he leaves his potions in absolute disarray—I know for certain he wasn’t raised in a barn, but you’d never know it.

It’s one thing to have books & potions & scrolls scattered throughout his library and sitting room—you have no complaints against that, you HAVE moved in with/married a wizard, after all—but to find them in the kitchen, wine cellar, even occasionally stuffed into your own wardrobe? It’s a bit much.

TLDR: Our rizzard is a hot mess.

———

Which leads us into perhaps his biggest flaw: The Fussiness.

So about all those books everywhere, on everything, all at once? You didn’t try and ARRANGE them or organize them for him, did you?…You did?! Oh, gods! No, no, he had an ORDER to them, you see, and he knew that the exact spell he needed could be found in the third book down in the stack next to the piano, page 453, why did you ever decide to move it?

Well, you explain as patiently as you can, it was in the way, and frankly you could tell from the dust on it that he hadn’t touched it in several yea—

BY ELMINSTER’S ELBOW, did you ALPHABETIZE his illusion scrolls??! Oh, for the love of—!

You get the picture.

There would undoubtedly be moments when you found yourself fully exasperated by this man and his exacting, fussy nature.

———

All that being said: true fights would be rare.

The occasional huffy remark or quickly-forgotten gripe would occur now and then as in any relationship, but a real, anger-filled argument? With heightened emotions and hurt feelings? Rare indeed.

The only thing bigger than Gale’s brain is his heart. And while his mind is dedicated to a great many things as mentioned above (magic studies, lance board, etc) his heart is 100% dedicated TO YOU, and you alone. So on those rare occasions after a fight has occurred, it does not take long for him to come down from the heat of the moment and realize, oh, hells, he’s been an ass, hasn’t he?

He knows you love him. His anxiety about not being enough for you has long since disappeared, and he’s calmed his worries that you would ever leave him, but still…there’s always a lingering concern that maybe you’ll grow distant from him after an argument.

If you are in the wrong and he is certain of it, he will be stiffly polite until you offer an apology, and then he will be taking you in his arms, kissing you passionately and telling you ‘all is forgiven my love, let’s never speak of this again’ (and trying hard to hide his relief that you apologized first, because he was not sure how long he would be able to hold out and stay mad at you.)

If HE is in the wrong, though? And you are truly mad at him? And he knows he really stuck his foot in it? Oh, boy.

You’ll be treated to an apology so eloquent it would make poets weep, and it will come packaged with hand-holding, pouting, pleading, and Gale getting down on his (bad) knees.

And if you’re still mad at him after that?

Well, then you’ll have to complete a gauntlet harder than anything Shar could ever throw at you. You’ll have to try and stay angry, explain your anger, AND explain to Gale why he won’t be easily forgiven, all while looking directly at this:

And this:

AND THIS:

…

…needless to say you will be failing, and hard.

Not that you mind, because the make-up sex will be absolutely phenomenal. Gale doesn’t just want to repair your loving bond after you’ve had an argument, he wants to improve it. Which requires much study and experimentation, of course.

And for awhile afterwards, all will be bliss again.

…until you find a pile of scrolls shoved under your side of the bed, and some open books scattered across your dresser, and you decide it time to do some organizing. ———

So yes, my friend. Gale definitely does have some flaws, and at some point they WOULD drive you crazy in any sort of relationship you have with him. Gale is wonderful, Gale is loving, but Gale isn’t perfect!!

…but when he takes you in his arms after you’ve made up, and his mouth is hungrily devouring yours, and he’s murmuring words of adoration against your skin as he trails his kisses down your neck, chest, hips—

Nevermind! I take it all back. He’s perfect. 😂

[taojjang]

𐙚 song eunseok is . . .

✩⸝⸝ [THE TYPE OF BOYFRIEND TO...] a seven-part series! (vol.2) . . .

# ಇ. eunseok as your boyfriend; headcanons!    ⋆   fluff!   //   bf!eunseok x reader  ˖  ✧ no warnings [m.list]

💬 ... eunseok is my acutal boyfriend like irl so these are all from experience !!!! this is an account of my REAL LIFE experiences !!!!!

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bf!eunseok who . . . loves you in his own special way.

bf!eunseok who . . . comes off as intimidating but is really just lost in his thoughts wondering how to spend the night with you.

bf!eunseok who . . . says "i love you" in the form of freshly cooked dinners and pats on the head.

bf!eunseok who . . . always stops you at the doorway whenever he sees your jacket unzipped and your gloves in your pocket.

bf!eunseok who . . . brushes the hair out of your face while you're speaking to him just to see your face clearly.

bf!eunseok who . . . is shockingly good at everything, so he's always running to you to flaunt his new-found talents and even offering to teach you his ways (though you'll never be as good as him!).

bf!eunseok who . . . looks up stupid dad jokes before he goes to visit you because he loves that disappointed yet stunned laugh you let out whenever he delivers his dumb punch lines.

bf!eunseok who . . . can never breathe a huff of peace until you assure him you're doing just fine and ate all three meals he left for you before he went home last night.

bf!eunseok who . . . is self-sufficient and independent until he lies beside you, not being able to stop himself from curling up against your chest, patiently waiting for your pats and praises.

bf!eunseok who . . . is always worried about you, wondering what you're doing and how you're holding up.

bf!eunseok who . . . loves you with every ounce of adoration and affection he owns since you're that special soul that's bearing the other half of his heart.

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(a/n: i need him so badly it's not even a joke anymore this dude means the world to me KILL ME ALREADY)

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pancakes (pt. 6)

AKA - the story of how the naive australian rookie befriended the gym junkie F1 hospitality worker with the shoe collection - and inadvertently broke the grid's most treasured and unspoken rule: you don't go for y/n.

series masterlist here :) // the pancakes recipe here :)

antinal reference ;)

A/N: to make up for being MIA (and that this sunday might be another miss) here's a double update. enjoy.

P6 - pre-workout for jet-lag

You still found it odd to call Australia home.

You had mixed feelings about the country stamped across the front page of your passport. Your auntie had been the one to organise the papers so that Australian would be your identification. Never mind the hospital bed in Monaco that you were birthed. Or that you were first words were in Arabic. 

Still, your travelling auntie’s own experiences meant that when you came into her care, she would raise you Australian. Never mind any of the other stuff. 

So, when you walked into the house in Melbourne, you were met with an Egyptian lady playing French music, dressed in a Korean football jersey, cooking Greek food. Such was the life of a nomadic English teacher that was your aunt Nadia. Dia for short.

“Ah, it's you." She sat, spying you hauling the suitcase through the door. She looked at the clock by the fridge and then frowned. "You weren't supposed to land yet."

"I landed an hour ago." You said. She looked at the clock again and took it off the fridge. She banged it with one hand and then shook her head, muttering under breath.

"I'm sorry. Did you take an Uber?"

"No. Oscar gave me a lift." Well, technically his father had driven the car.

Oscar’s parents were apparently super excited to meet you and gushed all through the way about how glad they were that their son had you to help him through F1. They had even insisted on dinner but Oscar knew you had stayed up - you had made him do the same thing as you - and thankfully postponed it for a breakfast tomorrow after you both got to finally got to sleep. 

Upon leaving Jeddah, you had looked at the flight times and decided to overdose the 400mg of pre-workout and strategically placeyour workout just before leaving the hotel so that you and Oscar could both avoid the jet-lag many other F1 personnel were struggling with.

So far, it was on track to working. You just needed to push through a few more hours. To do so, Oscar was going to watch the footy. You were going to watch football.

“Ah, this young Oscar." Your aunt was nodding. "I like him. He has a trusting face.” She laughed at you, doing nothing to help but continue to watch you clamber into the well-loved and mis-matched dining furniture in her kitchen. “You hungry?”

“Tired.” You said, checking the time. It was 5pm but you were ready to knock out. Just a few more hours. You willed yourself to push through and avoid the jet-lag.

“Did you eat?”

You hadn’t. You never ate airplane food. 

The silence was answer enough as your auntie plated up some gyros for you. The smells of the seasoned meat filled your nose and your stomach rumbled at the site of it. You picked up your fork, ignoring the bread for the sake of your cut but helping yourself to tzatziki. 

"What's with the Korean jersey." You couldn't help but ask. You watched your auntie's back with CHO GUE-SUNG.

"Oh, he's such a handsome man. So polite too. I met him when I was teaching abroad in Seoul."

You opened your mouth but closed it. Your auntie lived a very unbelievable life at the best of times.

"He was nice. Nice face. Good hair. You should date him." Dia said as if she was commenting about the weather and you rolled your eyes, chewing through the food. She gave you a look. "Better a footballer than a driver."

You gave her a look. She never did like Danny. Much less you two together.

"Speaking of footballers, your uncle called. Went on and on in Italian about how your talents are wasted with cars and you should come to a real sport."

You snorted hearing this. Your uncle's work in football (not soccer, football) and your line of expertise had some people baffled that you hadn't joined him. Only the select few who knew your mother understood just why that was.

Still, every month your uncle sighed at the wasted talent! that you, a world class performance trainer! was stuck making coffee! for some fancy drivers!

Save that your uncle would add in a few choice Italian expletives in the mix.

"So, the usual?" You concluded.

"The usual." Dia nodded. She came to sit down in front of you. Pulling out her phone, she began showing you pictures of her recent teaching stint in South Korea. Your aunt had been there for about six months, working at an international school. And befriending Korean football players apparently.

“I thought you were teaching in Paris.” You said between mouthfuls of seasoned meat. 

“That was before.” Dia waved a dismissive hand. She dropped her phone and then stood up to pull out two wine glasses. Your aunt gave you a look and you shook your head. She put one back with a roll of her eye. “Wine is good for you.”

“I’m already taking resveratrol.” You said. “And I’m on a cut.”

“That’s why no bread.” Dialooked down at the plate full of untouched pita bread. She was well aware of your health habits. “Actually, I went to Egypt recently! Ah!” She went to the cupboard above the microwave and pulled out a shoebox full of small boxes. You knew immediately what it was. Bringing the shoebox to the table, Dia began pulling out various medicines she had brought from Egypt. 

“You will need this for your travels.”

“I have all of this.”

“Do you have Antinal?”

“Yes.”

“Take some extra." Dia still pushed it to you. "Give it to Charles.”

“I don’t speak to Charles.” You said.

Your aunt huffed and looked up at the ceiling, calling to God. “Ya rab. This fight with Charles needs to stop. Pascale and I are sick of it.” You didn’t comment any further on it. It was, admittedly, quite hard when there were so many other people involved. Pascale and Nadia were best friends. It was how you and Charles had grown up so close. The fact that you were family friends made it hard since Charles had pretty much cut you off. Granted, he was polite and you knew he still greeted your aunt Dia with a kiss on each cheek every time she’d visited Monaco. But still. 

“I will give them to Charles.” She said, taking a box back.

“You do that.” You said as she still pushed one boxes of the yellow medicine in front of you. “Dia, I already have this.”

“For Oscar. Yallah.”

“Anti-diarrhoea pills?"

"Oi, mate. You better be grateful. That shit's a miracle." You said, dropping the yellow box in Oscar's hands as you both walked down the Paddock. You had checked your phone this morning to the beautiful news that you would be working for McLaren today. You texted Oscar the news and the next day he had your coffee order ready in the cupholder of the car he picked up you up in. 

It didn't feel odd. It should've, but it didn't. Maybe it was because you and Oscar had already spent the most of the morning together. You had breakfast with his parents - his dad taking a moment to quietly pull you aside to say thank you for supporting Oscar - and then hit a gym sesh.

In fact, you almost forgot that you and Oscar was supposed to be working in different domains until you both had to get dressed and found him waiting for you outside the Paddock dressed in shorts, a McLaren t-shirt and accompanying brand cap.

It made you look down at your black Hospitality wear and wonder just how things would go if you were wearing the same clothes as him.

Well, for one thing, you would have to wear those ugly ass shoes. You looked down at your feet clad in some Nike Cortez and tried to take that as consolation. You weren't dressed in team uniform but at least that meant you had your shoes.

Still, the oddity of seeing a driver openly interact with the Hospitality staff turned some head as you walked down the Paddock together. You were half tempted to tell Oscar to go ahead but it didn't make sense. You were both going to the same place - the McLaren motorhome.

Oscar, however, was barely paying attention to any of this. No, his attention was still stuck on the medicine you had given him.

"Why do I need," He paused and flipped the box over to read the label that was in English, "Antinal?"

"Because you're travelling around the world more now that you're in F1 and have an additional ten or so race weekends added to your calendar." You explained as Oscar read what minimal English was on the medicine box "And so you're gonna be trying a lot more foreign food. Gotta be prepared, man." You patted him on the shoulders as a form of consolation. Oscar just laughed. 

"I must say, when you texted me that you had got me something, I didn't think it would be this."

"Technically my auntie did." You said before explaining how you would probably needed to purchase another 23kg suitcase from all the things your aunty was adamant you have with you for the rest of the season. Oscar was laughing at the five packets of sunflower seeds your aunt thought was an essential when you clocked it. 

Or, better yet, them. Charles and Carlos.

Both staring at you. And Oscar. 

You felt a jolt rush through you realised. Oscar's latest girlfriend update went to background noise as you took in the two Ferrari drivers stood there.

Carlos was appraising, his head slightly tilted as he clearly was observing the two of you. You could only imagine what he noted.

You. Oscar. Laughter. Gift exchanged. Mention of relatives and close family.

Still, the kind Spaniard's eyes were a lot easy to take in than Charles. 

Charles who was clearly fuming. 

Or, clearly to you. You knew his angry tells. Right fist clenches then unfurls. Left hand runs through hair. Lips are pursed. And then he walks off. 

You watched as Charles said something to Carlos and then turned around to stalk off. You watched his retreating form with forlorn eyes and before you caught Carlos looking at you. The furrow between your brows where you had probably stared longingly after the best friend who left you in the dust immediately fell when you looked at Carlos. 

That was the first time that Charles was actually acknowledging your existence in how long.

You drew your eyes back to Carlos who was still looking at you. You smiled you found yourself even lifting up a hand to wave. You saw his eyebrows raise slightly and his lips lift into a smile. He waved back. Then someone called his name and you saw his cousin and manager appear from the Ferrari motorhome. You turned back to look at Oscar who was still talking, unaware of anything that happened in the past minute.

"... anyway Lily wants to meet you and - "

"Have you copped any shit?" You interrupted Oscar and turned to him. You had both neared the McLaren Motorhome and knew this would be where you both parted ways. 

"Copped shit from who?"

"Other drivers." You specified.

"I mean I haven't really had a chance to speak with them." Oscar said, pursing his lips as if he thought about it. "The Williams guys are nice. Alex is funny."

"Alex is funny." You agreed. You did like Alex. He had a good heart. You would forever be salty at what Red Bull did to him. 

"Lewis said hello, which was nice. Fernando reminded me his career is older than me." You couldn't help but snort at that. Oh, Nando.

"And Lando is... well, Lando." You perfectly understood just what Oscar meant by that. His words, however, also confirmed what you had suspected. None of the 'core' drivers that surrounded Ferrari or Red Bull's circles had come near him. You knew that many of the guys had gone out a few times to celebrate the start of the season and the fact that Oscar had very clearly not been invited was, well, getting to you.

Especially since you were 99.9% sure you were the reason why. 

You stared at the young Australian boy in front of you and felt two things wash over you. 

The first was sadness.

A lame word but there was no other way to describe it. Infuriated, annoyed, hurt - sure. But you were also just sad. Sad that this was your life and that anyone close to you still managed to get tainted by the things you were forced to lug around yourself. 

The second was fondness.

The boy was young and innocent but carried himself with wisdom and dignity beyond his mere 20 years. And his dry ass sarcasm was a special type of humour you missed having around you. He was caring, loyal and an overall good sport. Having Oscar around made you realise how long it has been since you've laughed. He drove you the airport, bought you food and stayed up to watch old FRIENDS reruns after finding out Daniel Ricciardo had cornered you in the gym. 

"Your love language is quality time." Was his reasoning when he had arrived at your hotel room. And so he ordered some KFC and got comfortable in your hotel room to watch Chandler and Joey forget Ross' baby on a bus. You knew Oscar didn't like sit-coms -- it was a recurring argument -- but he watched five episodes that night after you had texted him feeling panicked and needing help when Daniel arrived drunk at the gym.

In short, in that moment, you were suddenly hyperaware of how much you really, really, really fucking loved Oscar Piastri. 

So maybe that's why you just came out with it. 

"Jos Verstappen has a restraining order against me." 

Oscar blinked. Once. Twice. Clearly he wasn't expecting you to say that. You weren't even expecting you to really say it. 

"Come again?"

"Well his wife does." You corrected. "Because the courts wouldn't accept a man of his size him to need protection from little old me." You rubbed your arm, feeling the full vulnerability of what you were doing. You thought of your next words carefully, making sure to not step over the NDA you had signed. "I used to train Max when he was at Torro Rosso and then at Red Bull. I always saw bruises on his arms. One day I..." you huffed, hating that you legally couldn't say what had actually happened. "Well, I ended up beating Jos Verstappen half to death."

Oscar was silent. His face was void of much reaction. He wasn't even looking you in the face but staring at the ground in his pensive state. You were aware that you both had stopped walking and were stood to the side. 

"Is that why you don't officially work as a trainer and had to be all pedantic with training me?" All you could do was nod to his question. Oscar shook his head. "I mean, I've heard the stories about Max and his dad but..." 

Now it was your turn to blink. Once. Twice. You frowned and Oscar finally met your eyes and you were stunned to see the easy going grin on his face once more. It hadn't disappeared. "I can only guess you had to sign an NDA and this isn't the full story. And even if it is, well, it's enough to know you were protecting someone from a -- well, an abuser." 

"I... Yeah. Thanks." You weren't sure what you were thanking him for. For believing you? For not treating you differently? For taking your side when everyone in Formula 1 had dropped you and treated you like a leper?

"Is that why you and Ricciardo fell through?" Oscar asked. It wasn't nosy. You had explained enough to him. It was enough he knew what happened. 

"No Danny, he, uh-." You hated how small your voice sounded. Or that you immediately fell back to his nickname. "He cheated."  

Oscar was silent, waiting for you to continue. And so you did so. You told him everything. From Daniel to Charles to the moment you punched Jos Verstappen in the face.

Carlos Sainz was ready to punch someone in the face.

He sat there at the table, fist curled tight as he tried to calm down from all that he was hearing. It seems like his name would only be an added tag to an otherwise Charles Leclerc fest of a season. Carlos knew, sure, that coming into a Ferrari where his teammate was known as Il Predestinato would mean that he needed to prove himself, put himself in the spotlight and make the Tifosi give him a name like that.

However, as the current race strategy meeting was showing, it seemed like no one in Ferrari was going to give Carlos the chance.

"Now, boys, I have something to discuss with you two." Fred said as people were starting to leave and the meeting seemingly coming to an end. Carlos wanted nothing more than to get up and storm off but he reigned it and listened to the change in Fred's tone.

"What's up?" Charles asked, sitting up.

"Quietly, there was a team principal meeting with Domenicali." Fred said, and this time Carlos sat up also. His anger was momentarily forgotten as his interest piqued. "McLaren have unofficially started working with a girl to train their rookie." Charles was playing with his APM Monaco bracelets, somewhat paying attention. Carlos watched him. There was one particular bracelet he always fiddled with, a small gold chain tucked amidst all the other extravagant pieces.

"She's a Hospitality worker."

Carlos saw how Charles froze. His teammate looked up. Carlos saw the horrified look on his face.

"Quoi?" The French slip was only further proof of something. Carlos's mind raced to make the connection.

The lighbulb went off just before Fred said it.

"She was your friend, non?" Fred said. "Worked with Max Verstappen in Torro Rosso." His eyes flickering over to Carlos. They had been teammates back then.

Charles's years and years of media training went out the window as he struggled to make sense of what he was hearing. Carlos, however, was suddenly thrown back a few years and thinking about just who had caused this whole shitstorm.

You.

Carlos said your name, feeling something swell up in him by saying your name in front of Charles who was your former best friend. Maybe it was ego from the recent meeting, but Carlo wanted to drive the knife in a little deeper.

"She's a very good trainer. I watched her sessions with Verstappen." And that wasn't on showing up Charles; it was the truth. Max's dominance needed to be at least somewhat accredited to you.

"Turns out she is not allowed to work for new teams." Fred spoke. "That means for McLaren to hire her goes against some contract Formula 1 put in place after an incident with Verstappen."

There was a pause. Carlos waited for Charles to say something - to say it. He didn't. So Carlos did.

"She was defending Max." Carlos said, defending you when he thought the silent Monacoan beside him would've. Didn't you two grow up together?

The Verstappen Incident, Carlos was well aware of. However, whatever happened between you and Charles... well, Carlos was out of the loop.

"It doesn't matter." Fred waved. "I'm not here to speak of the drama. But I did have a look. Mattia never told me but she has ties with Ferrari from before - "

"But she's a Hospitality worker!" Charles finally spoke up. "Mattia he-- I spoke to him about her."

"You did?" Fred took that piece in. Carlos wanted to scoff. Clearly Mattia hadn't mentioned that in the hand over notes. "What did Mattia say?" Fred asked.

"Peut-être on peut parler juste nous deux." Charles said, the switch the French reigniting Carlos' anger once more. He forced himself to breathe steadily while Fred nodded. Both men had often tried to keep to English in front of him for the sake of manners and being polite, as opposed to using their mother tongue and making Carlos feel, well, like he felt now. Excluded. Enraged.

Still, Carlos' French skills were okay enough for understand what Charles had said. He stood up and, in French, said. "I'll leave you two." Without looking back, he walked out the motorhome trying to steel himself.

He really wanted to punch something.

Walking a little ways down the Paddock, he took deep breaths and shot a flurry of texts to his dad. He needed his advice on what to do given the way the meeting had gone. It was then that a girl on rollerblades holding the Australian flag zoomed past him and Carlos looked up.

The entertainment at Albert Park never missed. Carlos smiled slightly. Australia was a fun circuit. Not his favourite track by any means but the actual circuit itself had a lot going on that he enjoyed. It was lively, music always pumping and the weather was nice.

Still, the sounds of laughter and the faint dance music that echoed through the Paddock weren't enough to lift his spirits.

And then he saw you.

You were walking with Lando's new teammate, the infamous Oscar something. He hadn't paid much attention to the newbie, hearing something vaguely about Alpine drama from Lando. It all had gone in one ear and out the other.

Now, Carlos saw you walking with him and suddenly he wished he knew more about the kid. Why him? Why were you friends with him? Since when did you have friends? And why risk it all just to train him?

Carlos had always been perfectly polite, nice. Why didn't you laugh with him? Why didn't you reach into your bag to pull out a small box and hand to him as you explained him whatever gift you had brought him? What made this Oscar kid so lucky?

Maybe it was just the Australians seeking out one another? Everyone on the Grid knew you had dated Ricciardo. That had been a painful experience. It was one thing to have pined after you, as Max his teammate's trainer. It was another to see you get swept off your feet by the senior Red Bull driver that everyone adored. Carlos' days at Red Bull sucked since all he did was think about you - and you barely paid him any attention.

Sure, he was now no longer Ricciardo's junior but it still got to him. Daniel Ricciardo had waltzed in and you had gone wide-eyed before Carlos could've even tried.

Because he would've. He really would've. Even before his dad told him who your uncle was. Even before he tried your cooking, your coffee. Even before he knew your name. A young Carlos Sainz had seen a pretty girl walking around in the same Real Madrid kit that he owned at home and immediately wanted to go up to her, to ask her name, to ask her out.

Carlos felt the door behind him open and out came Charles. He looked completely at ease despite what had occurred before. He patted Carlos on the shoulder. And just as he did that, Carlos' phone beeped. His father.

Don't get mad. Just get even on the track.

Carlos pocketed his phone but felt something ignite inside him. He would do that. It wasn't Charles' fault for Ferrari's favouritism. Carlos had to admit the Monégasque was a genuinely nice guy.

"You alright, mate?" Charles asked. "I'm really sorry about before."

"I'm alright. Excited for the race." Carlos said, changing the subject and not mentioning it at all. If anything, he would stay out if it all and just focus on the race, on proving everyone wrong. He take his father's advice and make his own mark in this team.

"Ah, Australia is always special." Charles said.

Despite what his father had said, anger came back within Carlos. It was the same anger he felt towards that Australian kid. And Daniel Ricciardo. And, to an extent, Max.

Carlos was jealous. Not for Charles' favouritism from Ferrari, but the favouritism from you. Charles had you and he'd thrown you out for whatever reason.

Carlos' eyes came back to you and suddenly he couldn't help himself. Sure, he could stay out of all the Ferrari drama but this was you. He couldn't stay out of it when you were right there, walking beside the new kid who didn't know that Charles had essentially banned every driver from interacting with you.

"Yeah?" Carlos spoke before he even realised. "What's so special about Australia?"

The answer was obvious: you.

You were what had been so special. Carlos' days at Torro Rosso meant that he knew about how you felt towards Albert Park, that it was almost like your home race.

For one, you didn't stay at the Crown Casino hotel like the rest of them. No, instead you stayed at your auntie's place by the beach. Carlos knew that from the time he had to drive a passed out Max Verstappen to said home back in 2017.

Charles' smile dropped slightly. Then he brought it back up. "Ah, you know. The sun, the people. There is a special energy here that - "

He stopped talking.

Carlos knew that his teammate had finally spotted you also. Turning his head to look over at Charles, Carlos took in the look of utter rage on his teammate's face.

And then, you looked up. You noticed him. Them. You met his eyes and then you looked at Charles. The McLaren driver was still talking beside you, oblivious to how you had clearly stopped listening to him. Charles took a deep breath.

He stormed off.

Carlos couldn't help but roll his eyes. He didn't know the truth, but Carlos had heard the many rumours as to why Charles had cut you off. He thought they were all rubbish.

Looking back at you, Carlos met your eyes once more and he thought about his options.

He knew that you were in part responsible for training one of the best drivers on the grid. He also knew that it would take a bit of a miracle to help him outperform Charles Leclerc and show Ferrari what was what.

But hey, if this Oscar kid was going to go against the grid's treasured and unspoken rule, why couldn't he?

You really jinxed yourself.

At first, the Australian Grand Prix was off to a great start. Sleeping at home meant that you had more comfortable waking in a bed that was familiar - and not stuck in some isolating three star hotel room that made you question the hotel rating system.

Three stars with suspicious smells coming from the closet? No, thank you.

Instead, you got to wake up to your auntie humming as she prepared her own version of pancakes. It had been a long time since anyone had made pancakes for you. And even though you had breakfast plans with Oscar and his family, you still ate some of her and kissed her goodbye as you went to the circuit.

By car. You drove yourself. In your beloved Supra, the one that had essentially taught you everything you knew about cars (that and Top Gear) were finally united.

And that in itself was a beautiful fucking thing.

There were a small handful of circuits in where you had a car in the country and could actually drive yourself. Australia was one of them. Japan was another. Monaco was the other.

Then again, Monaco was far too crazy to be driving during a race weekend anyway. Still, it was nice to be able to play some calming lo-fi beats as you drove the familiar Lakeside Drive that led up to the street circuit that was built around the lake. Your lake.

You had found yourself a good parking spot and the cafe vendor recognised you and gave you a free latte. Some marshalls walking by were joking about something nonsensical but the banter and accent made you feel warm inside. No matter the complicated feelings that being Australian brought up, you still enjoyed the laid-back attitudes that came with the softened ds and ts.

You had a good gym session, showing progress with your training. You dropped another kilogram off with the cut working well and then you were ready to go to the safe confined of the McLaren motorhome.

And then you saw the message from your co-worker.

Sorry bro. There's been a change in the roster because Mack called in sick. You're going to be covering him at Ferrari for the rest of the race weekend.

You really had jinxed yourself.

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A Love For Christmas Part 2

Here we are already with part two!!!

Eddie takes Steve out on his first taste of real Christmas! Snowpeople making!!!

Part 1

~

The first job I tried for the Last Little Elf was making and decorating the snowpeople that would add a festive cheer to the front of the workshop.

It was a simple enough task, I thought.

It was not meant to be.

I came back from feeding the reindeer to a bunch of unhappy elves and the Little One in middle looking lost and upset. They had tried so hard to make them perfect. Too hard. The elves parted and revealed the misshapen, half-melted creatures that would have been more at home at Halloween or a long-running Sunday morning comic.

With a little bit of love and lot of magic we were able to salvage about half of a dozen of the snowpeople and got them looking fresh and festive.

“I’m sorry, Santa sir.”

I shook my head. “It’s all right. We just haven’t found your talent yet.”

~

Steve had taken his own car down to Hawkins instead of having Murray take him in the company car because he honestly didn’t know what Eddie had planned. All he was told was to dress warm and wear the warmest gloves you owned. He pulled up to the tree nursery and Eddie was waiting for him out in front.

He was bundled up in all black, which Steve thought a little strange for a man who loved Christmas, but he didn’t say anything.

Eddie bounded up to the car and Steve rolled down the window.

“You made it!” he said brightly. “Nice car. You have a couple of options. Follow me to location or come with me in my van?”

Steve blushed darkly. “I’ll just follow you if that’s okay?” He really didn’t know this guy and not having a way to get away if things went wrong, didn’t sit right with him.

“Sounds great!” Eddie enthused. “We’ll be meeting up with some of those friends of mine, so I hope you’re fine with a bunch of teenagers.”

“Teenagers?” Steve asked, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“Yeah, they’re a bunch of great kids,” Eddie said warmly. “First you’ll be talking to one of the moms. Claudia Henderson runs a catering business so she’ll help with the food side of all it.”

Steve instantly relaxed. “Oh okay. Sure. Lead the way.”

Eddie just smiled and patted the roof of the car. He walked back into the office and then came back out carrying a small grocery bag and a box. He opened the passenger side of his van and put the items in it before hopping in himself.

Steve watched all this wondered how ridiculous he must look, creepily watching this guy. Then he pulled into traffic behind him.

He was led to this beautiful house with a ginormous yard. There were a couple of cars out front and loud, rambunctious laughter. He pulled to a stop behind Eddie and took a deep breath. He stepped out of the car when Eddie came up to it.

“Let’s go meet the Hendersons!” Eddie said gleefully.

Steve followed him up the house and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Tell my why I had to be all bundled up if we were just going to someone’s house?”

Eddie burst out laughing and then knocked on the door. “After you get the catering squared away, we are making snowpeople. It snowed the good stuff last night and it’s perfect packing snow.”

“Snowpeople not snowmen?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

Eddie opened his mouth to answer when the door opened. There stood a kid with even wilder curly hair than Eddie. He smiled broadly and gave Eddie a hug.

“Hey, man!” the kid said brightly. “You made it!” He looked over at Steve. “You must be the one who’s coming to see about Ma’s cooking. Come on in. She’s got everything laid out in the kitchen for you.”

Eddie rubbed his hands together gleefully. “Dusty! Did she do the sample testers again?”

Dustin just shook his head and led them further into the house and the first thing Steve noticed was how good everything smelled. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the smell was, it just smelled like Christmas.

When they got to the kitchen it was filled with teenagers of every stripe. There was a pale, freckled, red head cuddling up with a tall black boy. Two even taller, gangly, dark haired youths lounging against the counter deep in conversation. The final pair were the volunteer from the tree nursery and another girl, again dark curly hair and all too knowing eyes.

Eddie introduced them around. Max and Lucas, Mike and Will, and Ellie and of course Robin, he remembered.

They were all waiting on Steve to go through the samples because whatever he didn’t like they got to feast on the rest. Which that part took no time at all. Steve went through any allergies or food sensitivities people at work might have. There were no religious exceptions, thankfully.

Then once the food had been consumed, the check and contract signed, and the mess cleared away everyone piled out of the house into the backyard.

It was even bigger than it looked from the road. It was Calvin and Hobbes dream. Just one and half acres of pure white snow. And it was about to be defiled by teenagers. Steve felt a pang of regret at that, but he pushed it away. It was meant for them to have fun.

Eddie goes back to his van and pulls out the box and grocery bag from earlier and marches up to the kids. “All right I brought all the supplies, it’s time to make our snowpeople. The rules are as follows pick a buddy or two but no singles! You’re going to need help lifting the second ball on to your first. No stealing someone else’s patch of snow. So if looks like they’re moving forward, you don’t get to cut in front of them. Then when everyone is done we decorate them with the stuff I brought. I have carrots and radishes for noses, cool rocks and things for the eyes...” he started going through the box, “hats and scarfs and things like that. But if you want arms you’ve got to go hunting for your own. Again! No poaching!”

There was some grumbling but everyone agreed. Mike, Will and Ellie were one group, Lucas and Max were another and Eddie picked Steve. Which left Robin with Dustin.

Steve didn’t know either of them but from the looks of dismay on everyone’s faces when they realized was a pretty clear indication this was not going to go well. For either of them.

And Steve was right. Immediately they started arguing about proper rolling techniques. Robin was for roll for a few feet and then turn. Dustin was livid. He was shouting that she had to turn the ball every time it was pushed forward.

“That was a mistake,” Eddie said with a sigh. “But it’s too late now, I don’t know of anyone who would be willing to swap.”

Steve looked over at them and shook his head. “I’ve got a couple of co-workers like that. Too smart for their own good, louder than anyone else.”

Eddie laughed and clapped Steve on the shoulder. “Have you ever built a snowman before?”

“No,” Steve said shaking his head. “My mom wanted a pristine lawn and I wasn’t even allowed to go roll around in it and they always removed the snow from the schools I went to stop us kids from starting snowball fights.”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment. “That’s really, really sad. So buckle up, buttercup! I’m going to show you how to make the best snowman possible!”

Steve just shrugged. Winter time was always stark white or grey sludge.

Eddie started telling Steve about all the snowmen he used to make growing up. And how he had this one neighbor who liked to take a baseball bat to the middle snowball and wreck the hell out of it.

“So I got a bag of charcoal wrapped up into a nice round shape,” Eddie said with barely contained glee, “and rolled it in the snow. So that when he hit again he got an explosion of black dust everywhere!”

“Oh my god!” Steve cackled. “What happened next?”

“He tried to sue me and my Uncle Wayne,” Eddie said with with a wide grin. “For emotional distress and damage to his bat and clothes. We counter-sued for him trespassing and all the other snowmen he destroyed. It’s how Uncle Wayne was able to buy the nursery.”

“Was that something you wanted or...” Steve hedged. He bent to help Eddie push the ball in the snow as it had just gotten big enough for two hands.

Eddie chuckled. “Thank you for your concern. But no, we both are really good with plants. Sometimes better than with humans and being able to open up our place was a dream for both of us.”

Steve smiled. They kept working on their snowman and finally they were done. They looked around and saw that other than Robin and Dustin who were still arguing about how big their second ball should be (Dustin was yelling something about the proper ratio), Eddie and Steve were the last to finish.

So when they went to the box it was pretty picked over. They could make a face, but nothing to truly decorate it with. So Eddie added his beanie.

“There!” he said proudly. “Now he has a hat!”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “I think it needs something else.” He took off his dark blue, cashmere scarf and wrapped it around the snowman.

“Perfe–” Eddie began but was cut off by snowball hitting him square in the chest.

He looked down at his chest like he had been shot and then up at the culprit. Dustin had a wide-eyed frightened expression on his face.

“Oh shit!” he muttered, covering his mouth with his hands. “I wasn’t trying to hit you, man. I swear it. I was just–”

Then he was cut off by Steve throwing a snowball at him. That startled a laugh out of Eddie and then suddenly an all out war broke out.

Allegiances were made and broken. Allies lost and found. Snow flying everywhere!

Eddie couldn’t stop smiling at the laughter that was coming from Steve. For someone who had never had a real snowball fight, he sure was getting into it.

They ducked behind the Max and Lucas snowwoman for cover.

“Damn, Stevie,” Eddie huffed, trying to catch his breath. “You’ve one hell of an arm. Where did you learn to throw like that?”

Steve laughed out loud, his eyes crinkling with mirth. “I was like in almost every sport available in public schools. Basketball, swimming. Tried out for football but I was too light and the coach thought I would get pulverized. But the one I had the most fun, was being the pitch hitter and pitcher for my school’s baseball team.”

“A jock, I should have known!” Eddie said mournfully. “Well, our opponents include another basketball player, a skateboarder, and the rest are nerds. So... in theory we should be able to win no trouble.”

“What about you?” Steve said with a huff of laughter. “What do you bring to this partnership?”

“I’ll have you know that I’m a guitar player for my very serious metal band,” he said with a low whistle, “and let me tell you those things are heavy. Plus all the lifting I do at the nursery.”

Steve nodded. “You’re a heavy, short range hitter and I’m a light and fast speed hitter. Got it.” He poked his head around the snowman for a a second or three and then ducked back down. “When I say go, jump straight up and throw it as hard as you can. Okay?”

Eddie nodded, packing together another snowball.

Steve ducked around the snowwoman again and then turned to him. “Go!”

Eddie jumped up and threw two balls in rapid succession, pelting Lucas in the chest, dead center of mass. Eddie cackled when he saw the shocked expression on Lucas’s face. “Well done, Stevie!”

Steve grinned as he rose to throw his snowball, then it happened like it was in slow motion. Robin drew her arm back as far as it would go and let it fly. As it sailed into the air, its intended target, Dustin bent down to scoop up more snow for his own ammunition. The snowball flew over him and continued its arc. Straight into Steve’s face with a sickening smack.

Everyone froze.

Steve reached up to wipe away the snow and it came away red.

“Shit.”

Eddie looked up at him and muttered, “Shit.”

He leapt to his feet and grabbed Steve’s hand, hauling him inside for tissues and ironically an ice pack.

His coat was ruined. The tan overcoat was sprinkled with blood like a ritual sacrifice. Claudia had tried to rescue it bit it was no use.

“Oh my god,” Robin was babbling, “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t trying to break your face. I’m really sorry. Let me pay for a new coat at least. Oh my god!”

She had apparently spotted the river of blood in the skin as Claudia work tirelessly to get the worst of it out so Steve could go home. Claudia rushed to grab her before she fainted.

Robin put her head between her legs and was forced to breathe rhythmically to stop her from hyperventilating.

“Well shit, Stevie,” Eddie said shaking his head, “I guess your first snowman and snowball fight was a bust.”

Eddie and Steve stared at each other for a moment as they both realized what he just said. And then both broke out laughing.

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[goldtheorys]

Jeff the killer general + relationship headcanons

_I did Jeff headcanons before but they were ass, so here’s my second attempt.

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General 🩶

Veeeeery reclusive

He’s thin and agile, even if he’s literally just standing in a room staring at the wall, lost in thought, he’ll hide or slip out of the room when he hears someone coming in easily

He doesn’t even really mean to, but it’s just some instinct that kicks in he doesn’t bother to fight

Doesn’t like people all that much anyways, so he’ll do what he can to avoid everyone

Loneliness isn’t the loveliest feeling though

Occasionally he’ll go find one of the other creeps, awkwardly ask them a simple question

I see a lot of stuff where he’s really loud and obnoxious, also a total jerk, and although I agree, his whole life went to shit pretty early on

So he lacks social skills, he barely knows how to take care of himself, and doesn’t have good emotional control

Of course he has outbursts, he doesn’t know how to make friends, he thinks because he’s so damn amazing everyone who “acts” like they hate him just wants to be him

But it begins to get to him after awhile, never having someone

He is sort of friends with Ben, but it flip flops from fun and easygoing to strained and frustrating

Survives on randomly selected energy drinks, beer and junk food alone

Cannot cook, cannot remember what a warm meal tastes like

Has a lot of energy, so when he can’t find anyone to bother, he goes on walks

Mostly during night to help hide his face, but because of that it’s pretty enjoyable

Wears a mask too so he can grab some food before finding whatever abandoned park he can, sitting on the swing set while he eats

Prefers the colder months

I’m not sure I wanna add he has smile dog as a pet on my version of him… but he is a big dog person. Runs into a stray every now and again and spends maybe a solid hour just petting and talking to it

He kills when he feels overwhelmed, but regrets it from all the guilt after

Sleeps a lot to try and forget about everything

Relationship

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You two probably met in a rather absurd way

Maybe it was the classic you both just murdered someone and found eachother, dripping with a stranger’s blood

Or he walked into your home at random, surprised and intrigued by your lack of fear

(you were just too tired to give a fuck)

He’s real rude at first, calling you names, making fun of basically the way you breathe or walk, trying to poke and prod for a weak point

If you tough it out and keep being kind or neutral towards him, eventually he’ll stop and slide into a weird mood of observing you

It’s like his eyes never leave you for a second, and it gets real creepy

He studies your movements, your face, your words, your mannerisms

You’re still here despite his lack of…maturity at the beginning

Even if it’s a little begrudgingly, you’ve let him stay

It’s weird and he can’t help but question if it’s some scheme to hurt or kill him

But he’ll be damned if he misses the chance to have the first genuine human connection he’s had in years

Kind of follows you like a cat when he can

Like to watch you from his own spot in the room, occasionally piping up to say whatever comes to his mind

And, it would take a bit longer, but eventually he warms up to being more affectionate, rather than the previous friendly coexisting

Doesn’t show it, might even scowl at you for being quote unquote cringe, but adores when you compliment him. About his beauty, his talents, his intelligence, he wants it all

But what he really adores is your touch

Late nights in, watching some show while he lies on top of you

Your nails running up and down his back, occasionally tangling into his hair to twist and brush it makes his heart beat faster than any night when he’s drenched in sweat and blood

He’ll still refuse to show that kind of weakness in front of anyone else, but when it’s just him and you, he’s pathetic for your attention and affection

Likes to hold you from behind, tracing every curve, every scar, every inch of your skin he can reach

Dangerously possessive

You’re the first good thing that’s happened to him in a long while, he cannot stand even the thought of you being ripped away from him

And as I said before, he doesn’t have the greatest control of his feelings

Instead of voicing his fears or concerns, he lashes out at you, especially if he knows you’ve been spending time with someone else

Tries to force you to stay by his side, threatens to harm you if you dare to leave

But once he calms down, he leaves, and your left scratching your head wondering why he had done all of that

He’ll come back when you’re asleep, watching you as he traces shapes onto your arm

He’s so fucking scared you’re gonna realize how truly shitty of a person he is

Wakes you up, wrapping you into a hug as soon as your blearily blink your eyes open

He won’t apologize, he’s still a bit of a narcissist, but you can feel it in the way he clings to you in the darkness of the room

You’ll cuddle him to sleep, and wake up in the morning to him acting like nothing has happened

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_ughhh still don’t rlly like this it is SO messy, but also idc lol. Hope my version of him is enjoyable… might work on nsfw headcanons next, but I’m kind of just going with whatever right now. requests open, and sorry for my previous inactivity (⇀‸↼‶)

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

i wouldn’t let you get in trouble

pair: Fred Weasley x reader requested by anonymous

Hello could you do Fred Weasley x reader and reader can do wandless magic easily and Fred sees that she can do it and asks for her help with a prank but she's a bit reluctant but eventually gives in

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Fred Weasley was leaning against the counter in the common room, twirling his wand in his fingers, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He had a brilliant prank in mind—one that would go down in Hogwarts history—but this one required a bit more finesse than usual. He needed someone who could do wandless magic. He’d heard whispers that Y/N could do it with ease, but he wasn’t sure if she’d be willing to help.

“Oi, Y/N!” Fred called out when he saw her passing by, her arms full of books. She paused, giving him a curious look.

“What do you want, Weasley?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She had a feeling that whatever Fred was about to propose was going to be trouble, and not the good kind.

Fred strolled over, leaning down slightly as if they were about to share a secret. “I hear you’ve got quite the skill when it comes to wandless magic.”

Y/N glanced around, as if expecting someone to be listening in. “Who told you that?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Fred said, flashing a grin. “But I was thinking, with that kind of talent, you could be a real asset to a little...project I’m working on.”

She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. “What kind of project?”

Fred’s grin widened. “A prank, of course. George and I’ve been cooking this one up for a while, but we’re missing the final touch. Something that’ll leave everyone talking for weeks.”

Y/N sighed, already knowing where this was going. “And you need me because...?”

“Because you’re brilliant at wandless magic. We need someone who can do a few things without people noticing—subtle, sneaky. You’re perfect for it.”

“I don’t know, Fred,” Y/N said hesitantly, shifting on her feet. “I don’t want to get into trouble.”

Fred tilted his head, giving her that signature charming smile. “Trouble? You’re talking to a Weasley, Y/N. Trouble’s practically my middle name. But I promise, no one will know it was you.”

She bit her lip, thinking it over. It wasn’t like she couldn’t do the magic he was asking for—it would be easy enough—but the idea of getting involved in one of Fred and George’s infamous pranks made her nervous.

“You promise I won’t get caught?” she asked, eyeing him skeptically.

Fred raised his hand solemnly. “On my honor. I wouldn’t let you get in trouble. I’d take the blame if anything went wrong.”

Y/N studied his face, trying to determine if he was serious. Despite his mischievous reputation, she knew Fred was the kind of person who would actually keep a promise like that.

With a sigh, she relented. “Fine. I’ll help.”

Fred’s grin widened even further, and he clapped his hands together. “Brilliant! You won’t regret it, I swear.”

Y/N shook her head, wondering if she’d regret this later. “So, what’s the plan?”

Fred leaned in close, explaining the prank in detail. Y/N listened carefully, and despite herself, she couldn’t help but be impressed by the creativity behind it. Fred wasn’t just reckless—he had a clever mind, and it showed in the intricate details of his plan.

“I’ll need you to charm the suits of armor in the corridor to move around a bit, but it has to look like they’re doing it on their own,” Fred explained. “We can’t have any wands out, or McGonagall will know someone’s up to something.”

Y/N nodded slowly. “I can do that. But just this once.”

Fred winked at her. “That’s all I need.”

When the night of the prank arrived, Y/N found herself standing in the corridor with Fred, her heart racing slightly. She held her hand out, focusing on the suits of armor, and with a small flick of her fingers, one of them shifted slightly, stepping to the side. Fred watched in awe.

“You make it look so easy,” he whispered, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Y/N smirked. “Told you.”

As the suits of armor began to move in unison, clanking and shifting along the hallway, Fred couldn’t contain his excitement. “This is going to be perfect!”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. Despite her earlier reluctance, she had to admit it was fun—especially seeing Fred so thrilled with the result.

The prank went off without a hitch, and the next morning, the entire school was buzzing about the mysterious moving suits of armor. No one had any idea who was behind it, and Fred, true to his word, didn’t breathe a word about Y/N’s involvement.

“Thanks again for the help,” Fred said later, catching her in the common room. “I knew you were the right person for the job.”

Y/N shrugged, pretending like it wasn’t a big deal. “It was nothing.”

Fred chuckled. “I might just have to recruit you again sometime.”

“We’ll see,” she replied, her tone teasing.

As Fred walked away, Y/N couldn’t help but smile to herself.

[klausysworld]

Could you write something with yandere klaus and he’s kidnapped the reader but she’s slowly becoming a yandere over him and refusing to let him have attention on anyone but her or to leave her alone?

I think…I love you

It started of like a nightmare. I was trapped and i hated him, i wished him dead or locked away like he had me.

I felt like a caged animal, i am caged animal…or i was?

It’s gotten confusing over the months. The more he spent time with me, the less i seemed to mind. To begin with i would yell and rile him up and he would lash back, be cruel and rough but once i gave in and stopped kicking or hitting and screaming, he wasn’t so bad.

The food he gave me was of the best quality and there was no shortage of snacks in the cupboards he had put up in my room.

Over time my room went from just a bed to a full on apartment. There was a kitchen section with a stove that only he could turn on, after the small incident that i caused when he originally installed it and tried to burn the room down, and then a microwave, sink and fridge freezer

“Now we can cook and bake together, my love, no more waiting for me to disappear and remerge with the food, you have your own” he said with a smile as he opened the cupboards filled with crisps and chocolates and such.

That was a moment I wouldn’t ever forget, I practically threw myself at him hugging him so unbelievably tight he could barely breathe. After a minute of shock he hugged me back before we baked dozens of cookies and cakes.

Next was the TV. That was a game changer.

Again i had jumped on him so suddenly he fell back onto the sofa he had bought with me on top of him. His eyes were wide as i slammed my lips to his, he moaned in surprise as my tongue met his in a frenzy. His hands were in my hair as he managed to get himself above me, my legs wrapping round his waist much to his surprise.

Now we didn’t go all the way but he was overly happy to have his fingers inside me. He seemed to be in more pleasure than i was-if that was possible- as he continued to groan into my mouth and curl his fingers against my spongey spot to have my chest pushing to his and my mouth opening wider for him. And when my head was thrown back while i cried his name and came all over his hand, he was sucking dark marks into my neck with a growl of satisfaction.

We had become much closer since then. I found myself drawn to his talented hands, aching to have them back on me, in me. And he was all the more happy to oblige. I knew once we had sex i would’ve finally given in completely, there would be zero chance of ever leaving my room. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t let him have me in other ways.

Now he was allowed to touch me he was all the more eager to get me whatever i wanted. He was like a gift from hell. He could be so horrible, demanding and selfish but then he would be kind, loving and giving. And I couldn’t help but want him around. I didn’t try to escape anymore, there wasn’t any point. I was…happy here, with him. There wasn’t anyone left for me in the real world, he had made sure of that ages ago so he was all i really had and i he had everything i needed so why run away?

There was one small problem though. He was often leaving, never able to stay too long because of another problem in town, his family, Salvatores, everything.

At times i even had to beg him to stay, anything for another ten minutes. It was horrible being in here alone, it felt empty and lifeless. Besides he enjoyed my pleading and grasping for him to stay, almost guaranteed me extra time with him.

I began to grow upset when he mentioned other women. One name in particular: Caroline Forbes. Someone who had very clearly taken an interest i him and yet he seemed oblivious

“She likes you” i stated and he laughed

“No she’s using me, she thinks she has me in her pocket but it is i who is winning this game” he muttered. A game? With a girl? Not good.

The annoyance in his voice was clear when he spoke of Elena and Bonnie, though sometimes he was a little too impressed by Bonnie’s power which always twisted something inside me. He liked me to be weak, enjoyed the hold he had over me so why was he so enamoured by hers?

Something when he didn’t come down to sleep beside me, my mind began to wonder. Was he in someone else’s bed? Were there other girls with their own room somewhere else i this place? Did he love me at all? I was well behaved now, obedient. Surely he wasn’t still mad at me for our earlier interactions?

That fear drove me. It had me clinging to him relentlessly, I needed him to stay with me like i would him. He had to be mine if i were to be his.

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I waited patiently as i heard his footsteps nearing. The door unlocking before he walked in dressed impeccably. His suit was tailored perfectly and his hair was gelled. His bowtie was white like his shirt with his blazer, pants and shoes were black.

“My love” he breathed as he pulled me into his arms. I hugged him lightly before pulling away with a frown

“Why are you dressed up?” I asked and his lips twitched into a smile

“It’s my mother, she has returned, she’s throwing a ball and so my siblings and i had to attend, bring dates and all that” he waved his hand dismissively before pressing his lips to mine but i pushed him away making him frown

“Dates?” I questioned, that sick feeling rising throughout me as i glared at the thought

“It’s only Caroline love, i had to otherwise it would be suspicious. I can’t have anyone suspecting you down here” he explained softly but his faux innocence only caused my fear and anger to rise

“How on earth is that fair? You have me! You don’t need her!? Am i- am i not enough? Oh god you’re going to take her too aren’t you?” My emotions were running a thousand miles a second as i backed away from him

“No, love no, of course not. You’re more than enough, i love you. It’s just an act sweetheart, i don’t mean anything by it. I’m not keeping anyone else like i have you, you’re all i will ever need, ever want” he assured but my head shook as my heart began to race, my breaths coming closer together

“You’re lying- you keep giving me things to distract me don’t you? Because you’re with other people… is- is this because I won’t sleep with you? You need someone else to-“

“No! No that is not what is happening at all!” He yelled, his eyes wide and his hands coming down to my shoulders but the contact made it worse. How many people were being touched by his hands? Fingers that had been all over me, in someone else?

“Y/n look at me, look at me bunny” he pleaded quietly, my eyes reluctantly rose to his as i felt tears cloud my vision. His thumbs were quick to wipe any away as he held my face gently

“I would never, and will never, do that to you. You have no idea how much i love you sweetheart. I watched you for weeks, months before coming to take you home, i know you my love. You’re mine, and i am yours, completely and utterly yours. I would do anything to prove that to you” he confessed as i saw his eyes glisten over as worry seeped in

“Then why do you leave me for her?” Her i whispered, my voice breaking as I attempted to withhold the sobs that were clawing at the back of my throat.

“To protect you” he murmured “that is all, you must believe me, i wouldn’t have done all of this just to throw you away, i love you more than could ever love anybody else, you mean an impossible amount to me”

“Why can’t we just be together Klaus? Why cant we have our own house and we can be together” i asked quietly now the tears ran down my face

“It isn’t safe for you to be outside” he explained

“Then I won’t leave. I’ll stay in the house, you can spell it, we can stay inside, together, isn’t that what you want? Just us..forever?”

He smiled sadly at me as he pressed a kiss to my forehead

“I’m afraid that just isn’t possible in my life, my family will always find me, my enemies will always find me, this. This is the only way to keep you safe and with me. I wish there were another way, and there is in a different world but not this one love, this is the only way” he whispered desperately trying to have me believe him

“Please don’t go to the ball with her” i uttered

“No love, I won’t” he promised pulling me into a hug and hiding his face in my neck, kissing tenderly. “I’ll just stay here, my family won’t notice just this once” he muttered as his lips moved down to my collarbone, sucking gently

“I think…I love you” i told him so quietly i was surprised even his supernatural side could hear me.

But i knew he had when his face hovered just over mine, his eyes shining as he smiled down at me

“And i love you, more than you could believe” he reminded

“I want to be yours, fully” I muttered bringing his hand to rest over my heart. “Please, i know you want to”

His eyes darkened as i moved his hand to squeeze my breast

“Not like this” he murmured “you’re vulnerable and upset, we will soon, I promise… but under far more romantic circumstances” he kissed the corner of my mouth before bringing me over to my bed, sitting me down in the middle “But if you lay back, i can still certainly help you feel better” he purred as he emerged from between my legs, his hands pushing my knees apart making me laugh lightly

“You know you’ve done the pleasing an awful lot over the past months, perhaps i can help you this time?” I offered, my hand reaching down to feel his crotch, my brows widening feeling him already hard and much larger than I expected. I could see his smirk as his hips gently rocked against my hand

“If you come here we can please each other” he grinned and my face grew hot

“I love you” i told him leaning up to kiss him

“And i, you”

[alltimefail-sims]

Okay friends I need to talk about this little girl for a second because Shereé is so!!!!! freaking!!! cute!!!!! I can't stand it!!!

I didn't want to take the spotlight off of Terrance in my main submission post, but let's talk about Shereé a little bit!

Fun headcanons about the Chapman family below the cut! ❤️❤️❤️

When I was dressing her up and adding little details to each outfit category I wanted the baubles in her hair to be different colors to reflect my vision of Shereé sitting cross-legged on the living room floor while Terrance sits on the sofa behind her, swapping each one out to match her outfit for the day. 🥺💕

Also you can't really see them super well in the screenshots but she is wearing diamond studs in the shape of her favorite cartoon character, Hello Kitty! I imagine they were her first "big girl" earrings - the first ones she got to switch the standard piercing studs out with - and they were a birthday present from her dad!!

Speaking of ear piercings: when the Claire's associate pulled out the piercing guns Terrance was more scared than Shereé was lmao. He might have shed a tear or two because (1) when she initially flinched at the pain he nearly died and (2) he was hit with the overwhelming feeling that his baby girl is growing up waaaaaay too fast!

Shereé is kind of a picky (and bougie) eater and that's what got Terrance into cooking in the first place!! He was a chronic doordasher before she came around! When Shereé tries something at a restaraunt and likes it, Terrance enjoys the challenge of making the dish at home "but better." He's successful about 45% of the time 😒 (lol).

I said in the OG post that Shereé wants to be "a superstar" when she grows up and that's because she loooooooves to sing, dance, and play her piano! I imagine she would be a drama club and choir girly, but if ballet was a thing in game she would do that as well! I also imagine she goes to weekly private piano lessons. She's just super damn talented and Terrance will tell anyone and everyone in the vicinity about it!

Terrance lets Shereé try out her new nail polish colors on him and sometimes they will even play spa, dress-up, makeover, fashion show, etc. Terrance does not GAF about boy game this girl game that he's just gonna play and make his daughter happy!

Like her peers she was not immune to the TikTok influencer Stanley cup madness unfortunately, but she is "Way too mature" to bully anyone! But tbh if Terrance found out she was being a bully over a damn cup he would toss that shit in the trash with a quickness anyway 😂

Shereé can be heard saying "You're too grown for that daddy" at least once a day. He will never escape the childish allegations, not even from his own daughter lmao.

When I went into their household in game the first autonomous thing Shereé did was complain about the heat... so I guess she doesn't like summer very much and especially doesn't like hot weather 😂

Also I got an ask about how to pronounce Shereé and I would pronounce is SHER-RAY as opposed to SHER-REE, if that makes sense. (I couldn't find a video with this specific pronunciation but if you've ever seen The Real Housewives of Atlanta I believe Shereé Whitfield pronounces it like this as well!!!)

Okay I'm gonna shut up - I've gotten the oversharing about these characters out of my system (for now). I'll end this with the cute popups they got about each other in the literal miniscule 5 mins I spent in their household:

Obsessed with them, genuinely and truly. My heart can't take it

***Please ignore that her accented 'e' is missing from the whims. I was just testing the household. Her name is correct now <3 These sentiments were too cute not to share though

[crazycurly-77]

Bob (17/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 17 of 24: 2:00 p.m. - 3:00 p.m.

2:08:57 p.m.

On the coast of Virginia:

The three boys were torn between excitement and shock. They had just found a body...luckily, that didn't happen too often to a normal person.

You tried to find out as much as you could from them, but in the end they couldn't help solve the case. But it was worth a try.

When the investigators were finished, Ducky and Palmer packed up the body and took it to the autopsy.

Back at headquarters...Gibbs, DiNozzo and you were just gathering for a briefing when the director came to you.

You all looked at him in silence, expecting to get in trouble for still working on the missing helicopter case.

But against all expectations, the director asked for a status report: “You're probably going on your own anyway...so what's wrong?”

2:18:21 p.m.

Jack Domingo's apartment, Quantico:

While Jack was showering, absolutely crestfallen and desperate, Gina cooked dinner.

She cooked spaghetti bolognese with red wine and when everything was ready, she called out to Jack in her melodious voice.

He came out of the bathroom, but his mood hadn't t improved.

“What's wrong with you?” she asked as they sat down to eat.

“I'm scared for my life,” he answered.

“Why would anyone hurt you?” she asked, surprised.

“I didn't do my job,” he answered simply.

“Oh, nothing will happen. Now eat, otherwise everything will get cold,” she replied cheerfully.

They started eating and it tasted really fantastic.

When they were finished, she asked: “Darling, would you please get some more wine?”

“Of course, sweetness,” he replied, went into the kitchen and came back with a new bottle.

She happily held out her glass to him, which he immediately refilled. “Thank you, my darling,” she said and waited until he sat down again.

“To us!” she toasted him.

“To us!” he replied and they both drank.

Suddenly he opened his eyes wide, grabbed his neck and shortly afterwards fell onto the table with his upper body.

She looked at him, but he didn’t move. With a satisfied grin, she stood up, took her things and left the apartment.

Then she picked up her cell phone and reported: “It’s done.”

2:28:56 p.m.

On a yacht, somewhere on the sea:

Sitting in the large, comfortable armchair in the office on his yacht, Bob read the message from his lover Gina.

They had a few lovely hours together, but it was time to part from her, because she had fulfilled her task of getting Jack out of the way.

So he picked up the phone, dialed a certain useful number and then coldly gave the instruction: “Get rid of her, but discreetly.”

After that he hung up and sighed. It was almost a shame for her, because she was a talented lover.

2:42:43 p.m.

Abandoned cabin in the Virginia woods:

The senator didn't know what to do. What had he gotten himself into? And why at all?

Quite simply: he wanted to win the election and gain power, but at what price? He was confronted with demons and powerful people that he had no control over. No, quite the opposite. THEY had HIM under control and they left no doubt about what they expected of him.

If he refused even once, he would undoubtedly be gambling with his life.

How long would he survive? It was surely only a matter of time before he too would die under mysterious circumstances and perhaps be found buried somewhere.

The thought sent a chill down his spine. If he wanted to save his skin, he had to disappear...

...slowly he stood up, put out his cigar and left the hut.

2:53:12 p.m.

Quantico base, hospital:

Quietly and carefully, John crept back into the hospital. Luckily, no one seemed to have noticed his absence.

The nurse at the counter was still watching a football game and was so focused on it that he probably wouldn't have even noticed if 10 naked dancers had strutted past his station.

The thought made him laugh quietly. Stan was anything but averse to women, but nothing could compare to his passion for football.

That was very convenient for him, because Stan saw John as another big fan of the game, which is why he would always have his back...

...because the good-natured nurse would never accuse him of a crime or even an offense.

If only he knew...

2:57:34 p.m. ...the clock was ticking…

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[klbwriting]

Our Strange Duet

Chapter 9 - Seen What Was To Pass

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: YN gets into Maroni's office and finds out more than she bargained for

Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch @amberpanda99

I should have seen what came to pass I should have known to watch my ass - The Producers

Dick, Jason, Barbara, and YN spent the weekend coming up with a plan for the aftermath of taking Maroni’s data. They would obviously take it to the cops but there was the overarching problem of how Batman would react. Jason had promised not to kill Maroni unless he threatened YN, then he was dead. YN wondered if that should scare her, but instead she felt protected, safe. Jason wasn’t going to let anyone hurt her, ever, and she loved him for that. They finally just conceded that they would let the cops handle it and if Batman came knocking, they would worry about that when it happened.

On Monday evening YN got herself ready, Jason waiting to drive her over to the Maroni building in New Gotham. He paced the front entrance, not really wanting her to do this. It was dangerous, and he couldn’t just fly in as Red Hood to protect her. He needed to drop her off and let Dick handle anything that went wrong, but he hated that. Dick didn’t care about YN like he did, what if he chose the data over her life? He felt her hand on his arm, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Are you ok?” she asked. He looked at her and nodded. “You’re lying, but you know that this will work, everything will be fine.” She smiled at him, and he took a breath to calm himself.

“Come on, let’s get this over with,” he said, taking her hand. He drove her to the Maroni headquarters, an unassuming three-story apartment building, and she walked in like she owned the place. Which, considering who her father was, she almost did. Jason pulled the car around to a back alley, waiting for her to come out.

YN headed towards her father’s office. She knocked, knowing that if she just entered it would be suspicious, so she knocked and waited. Sal opened the door and got his sleezy smile that he always did when he saw her, like he knew something she didn’t. He moved so she could enter the room, motioning to the chair in front of his desk. She sat down and he sat on his desk in front of her, crowding her a little bit, just enough that it was obviously uncomfortable for her.

“What brings you to my office little one?” he asked as if she were still a child and not in college. She smiled at him, trying to force herself to be at ease.

“I actually wanted to ask you about my mother,” she said. This was clearly not what he expected. Just for a few moments his smile fell, and he looked genuinely heartbroken, but then he masked it, the smile pinched now. “Just, I know you were married when you met her, why would you pursue her if you weren’t able to be there for her?”

“Did she ever tell you anything about me? About how we met?” he asked. She shook her head. In truth this was something she was curious about, something she had been avoiding asking about, afraid of what the answer might be. “Your mother was a singer at one of my clubs and she had the voice of, not an angel, something better. Probably where you get that entertainment talent you have from. I found myself going to see her perform every night, pretending to be someone else. She didn’t know my real name for a long time, I finally had to tell her because my wife found out about my dalliance. By then I guess you were already made, still cooking so to speak, but it didn’t matter. Your mother was the star of the show, she wasn’t going to be letting me make her into a secondary character in my life, so she told me to take a hike and never talk to her again. So, I did. Then I found out about you and well, she may hate me, but you were what she loved, so she let me help pay for your schooling at least. Wanted you to have a good life, something I ruined for her.”

“I know, I was the reason she couldn’t make it big, can’t cart a toddler around to auditions,” YN said. She would never stop feeling guilty about that. Sal shook his head.

“Nah, little one, you were her greatest joy. She only talked to me once after I started paying for you and she told me that no stage could compare to being your mom,” he said. For a moment YN actually felt something like kinship for Sal, wondering what else he could tell her about her mom from before she was born. It was clear that she had been special to him, not some fling, not a mistake. The only mistake was her. She looked up when a call came in for him, probably Dick with the distraction. He answered, said a few hushed words and then stood.

“Do you need me to leave?” she asked. He looked at her for a moment before shaking his head.

“No little one, I’ll be back in a few minutes, we can continue this talk,” he said. He patted her head before heading out of the room. YN stood to begin her action. She went to the computer, inserting the drive from Barbara. It broke through the local firewalls and passwords and started downloading everything on his hard drive. While that worked YN looked for the harmless evidence that she could appear to be trying to steal, something to make him think she was clumsy. She opened a desk drawer and found a ledger, grabbing it, and then removing the drive from the computer. She shoved it into her inner jacket pocket, turning off the computer and riffling through the desk more.

The door opened and Sal came in, seeing her in the desk. He glared and stomped over to her, grabbing her arm and yanking the ledger from her grip. He tossed her towards the door, causing her to tumble. She made sure the drive was still in her pocket before she stood again to face him.

“Did you think you would get one over on me? Maybe give this ledger to your little boyfriend Red Hood? Or should I call him Jason, what do you call him?” he asked. YN’s breath left her lungs and she stared. That was definitely not part of the plan.

“Wha…what?” she stammered. He smirked, face full of malice now.

“You’re not the only one with masked friends and that Jason really pissed someone off,” he said. “Now, I’m going to let you go, considering I have what you were stealing, and you are still my daughter, maybe you’ll come around someday, but tell your boyfriend that if he ever wants a meeting, he can have one, I would love to see how his head looks on my mantle.”

YN walked from the room quickly, getting to the back alley that Jason was waiting in. She looked at him, face white.

“What happened?” he asked. “We had comms until you went into the office, then you were gone.” She shook her head.

“He knows…he knows who you are…Red Hood and me and you…” she said, brain scrambling to figure out how he found out. “He said he had masked friends too. That might have been a lie…he might know because of me…” She looked at him again and saw him staring straight ahead, face blank. “Jason?” He started driving. “I’m sorry, if I did this, I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t do this,” he said, voice barely audible. “You get what we came for?” He was all business, he needed to be, or else he was going to drive right to Wayne manor and pop Bruce full of bullets. He pushed that traitorous scumbag to the back of his mind. Right now, he needed to get YN home, find out what information was on this drive, get it to the police, and then he was going to reload his guns.

[doumachi]

thinking about your prince!jjun and chef!yn again 🥰 imagine you teach yeonjun how to cook or bake something really simple, he always watches you cook while he has hearts in his eyes and when you offer to teach him something he gets all nervous and shy but his eyes still twinkle with excitement 🥺 while you demonstrate cooking or prep techniques to him he just looks amazed like "wowww the love of my life is so talented" and when he tries it himself it takes a bit of effort but he gets it right! and you two are happily eating the food you made together, laughing and looking at each other with so much love 💕 when it's time for yeonjun to go you panic a bit and start cleaning up real fast, you try wiping off the stains on his princely outfit bc you're afraid you'll get found out but he just helps you clean up and reassures you that he'll come up with a good excuse for it to keep you safe <3 --bhj 🖤

bhj you really make my heart do flips with your ideas 🥹

“jjunnie baby, can you please pass me the piping bag?”

yeonjun was leaning against the counter admiring how you diligently placed the different flavored cupcakes on silver plates for the fancy dinner later that evening. your question brought him back to reality and he quickly went to a random direction of the kitchen before stopping.

he turned around and looked at you with a little smile.

“uuuhhhh baby”

you looked at him and chuckled

“they’re hanging on top of the sink jjune”

he also walks with you to the large refrigerator where the pre prepared frosting (made by you). you didn’t even need to ask him to carry the large bucket for you. he wants to make your job even the tiniest bit easier.

you’ve told him how hard it was to open the container, so he does that for you too :)

he begs you to teach him how to frost a cupcake. and how could you say no when he’s pursing his lips into that adorable pout and his sparkly eyes.

“okay jjunnie, so you’re gonna hold the bag in the middle, then fold the top down to your hands.”

he listens to you intently. he has his cute brows furrowed trying to mimic your movements.

“baby! baby! like this? did I do it?”

you give him a peck on the cheek and tell him he did perfectly.

“now we are going to put in the frosting. you just take your spatula, scoop the frosting, and put it in the piping bag. don’t fill it up too much though and fold the bag up again when it starts filling up, okay baby?”

he nods his head and tries it himself. you watch him spread the frosting into the piping bag. he looks so handsome in his prince uniform. he suddenly looks back at you with a grin.

“look! look! i did it!”

“yes you did, baby! now just squeeze a little out to release some of the air.”

he does as instructed and turns back to you for what to do next.

you took the bag from him and grabbed a practice cupcake to demonstrate. however, yeonjun went behind you and wrapped his arms around you waist and held your hands that were on the piping bag.

“i learn better this way”

he whispers and lays his head onto your shoulder. your face is burning, still not used to all the affection he gives you and how if anyone saw you guys now you would be served on a silver platter.

you squeezed the bag and so did yeonjun, moving it in a circle to the top and releasing it. you turned to your shoulder and your heart practically stopped. yeonjun was staring at you as if you were the greatest gift he could have ever received.

you were both leaning into each other to share a sweet kiss until you heard his courtier calling his name.

you hadn’t even noticed he had some red smudges from the batter he helped you make earlier.

you ran to get the bleach frantically. not wanting to get figured out by his assistant.

you hadn’t even taken three steps, when all of a sudden he grabbed onto your hand, turned you around and leaned down to give you a long kiss.

when you guys separated with you being out of breath from both the panic and fear you felt and that being the first kiss you’ve had.

“don’t worry, i can handle it, i promise. let me help you clean up even just a little.”

he says sweetly and a little out of breath. you were about to protest until he said

“pleeeeease ynnnnnn”

with his lips pursed into his signature pout and eyes staring into yours so softly that you couldn’t refuse.

when you said yes he quickly ran to put away the heavy container so you wouldn’t have to and cleaned up the crumbs from the cakes. leaving you to finish frosting the cupcakes:3

he leans down to nuzzle his nose to yours and makes a promise.

“I won’t let anyone break us apart”

he leaves you with one last peck on the lips before running in the direction of his courtiers voice.