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lanf1an · 1 day ago

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DREAMS lando norris pt.2 When your childhood bestfriend Flo had convinced you to get the fashion design job at her brother's company Quadrant, it finally paid off when Louis Vuitton was announced as the new sponsor for F1.

pt.1 wordcount: 1248

The Louis Vuitton event was everything it was supposed to be—elegant, high-profile, filled with models, designers, and A-list athletes. You had been to fashion events before, but this was different. The merging of fashion and motorsport brought a unique energy, an almost surreal overlap of two worlds you hadn’t expected to be a part of at the same time.

You kept yourself busy, moving between conversations with your colleagues at Louis Vuitton, small talk, strategic networking, and answering questions about the collection. Lando had been doing his own thing—flashing smiles for the cameras, entertaining sponsors, talking to reporters, and a rotation of beautiful women.

You didn’t interact much throughout the night. Still, you were aware of him, it was impossible not to be in the suit you styled him in. You knew you had done a good job.

Until you heard your name.

The interviewer was smiling, microphone angled toward Lando as cameras recorded.

"Yeah, the partnership with Louis Vuitton is great. But not only that, this outfit is styled by my sister’s best friend, which makes it extra special," Lando said smoothly, the perfect PR-trained answer. "Means a lot to me to be working together—first at Quadrant and now here at Louis Vuitton."

You stilled.

It wasn’t just what he said—it was how he said it. Like it was some full-circle, sentimental thing. Like he had ever said something like that to you before. As if you had actually personally worked together at Quadrant. It annoyed you, making your professional work sound like something personal and intimate, reserved for him, as if you hadn’t styled some of the other drivers with the same attention.

You turned away, ignoring the weird mix of irritation and something heavier sitting in your chest. You weren’t going to let it get to you.

And you hadn’t planned on saying anything.

But when the event was wrapping up and you were back at the hotel, by some cruel twist of fate, you ended up in the elevator together. Just the two of you, the hum of the lift filling the silence as the doors slid shut.

Lando leaned back against the mirrored wall, hands in his pockets, looking unbothered as ever. You had to say something.

"What was that all about?" you asked, breaking the silence.

He glanced at you, feigning innocence. "What are you talking about?"

You gave him a look. "That perfect little PR answer."

He smirked slightly. "Thought you’d appreciate the shoutout."

You folded your arms, unimpressed. "You’ve never said anything like that to me before."

"Didn’t know you wanted me to, the media has given you enough attention." he shot back, tilting his head.

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. "Right, cause that’s all I care about."

Lando turned, arms folding over his chest. "What’s the problem? It was a nice answer."

"That’s not the point."

"Then what is?"

You didn’t have an immediate response, which only made his smirk widen.

The elevator doors slid open, and before you could walk out, his voice stopped you.

"Anyway," he drawled, walking towards the door. "Thanks for the nice outfit, it was great, should’ve asked you to style me sooner.’’ he stretched his arms above his head, yawning. ‘’Can’t wait to take it off though. Looking good is exhausting, sweet dreams stylist"

You rolled your eyes without a response, walking to your room annoyed that it had gotten to you.

The second night of the Louis Vuitton x F1 launch was in full swing, luxury and motorsport merging under glittering lights. You kept to your side of the event, mingling with the LV team and ensuring the drivers looked sharp.

You barely interacted with Lando after yesterday, just the occasional glance across the room to admire the suit you had picked out for him tonight.

Then, as if sensing your thoughts, your phone buzzed.

Lando: Where are you?

You frowned, typing back.

You: At the event, obviously.

Lando: Need you. Now.

Your heartbeat kicked up. You glanced around, trying to spot him, but he wasn’t in sight.

You: What? Why?

No response.

Then another buzz.

Lando: Toilets. Back hallway. Please.

Your stomach twisted. Without thinking too much, you slipped away from the crowd, making your way toward the hallway. You pushed open the door to the private restroom area, and there he was—leaning against the sink, looking both frustrated and amused.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, shutting the door behind you.

Lando exhaled sharply, tugging at the waistband of his pants. “Zipper broke.”

You stared at him. “Are you serious?”

“No, I’m making it up for fun,” he deadpanned. “Yes, I’m serious.”

Your eyes narrowed, stepping closer. “A Louis Vuitton zipper doesn’t just break.”

Lando hesitated. Just for a second.

It was quick, but you caught it. And suddenly, the situation felt… off.

You crossed your arms. “What exactly were you doing before this broke?”

Lando’s expression didn’t change, but you knew him well enough to catch the shift—the slight smirk, the too-casual way he leaned back.

“Are you implying something?” he asked, voice teasing.

You raised a brow. “I don’t know. Am I?”

His grin widened, but he didn’t answer.

Your stomach twisted, an irrational frustration bubbling up. Why did you care? It wasn’t your business what—or who—he was doing before this event. But the thought of him slipping away with someone, being careless enough to mess up his suit right before stepping out onto the carpet, annoyed you more than it should have.

“Forget it,” you muttered, stepping closer. “Just—hold still.”

Lando’s smirk lingered, but he obeyed, shifting just enough to give you better access.

You knelt down, fingers adjusting the fabric quickly. The problem itself wasn’t as bad as he made it sound—it was a minor snag, nothing you couldn’t handle. But the proximity was dangerous. Your fingers moved with careful precision, but it was impossible not to graze the warm skin beneath the waistband. You could feel the way Lando barely shifted, his breath steady but controlled, like he was making an effort not to react.

“Not bad at this, are you?” Lando murmured, voice lower than before.

You didn’t respond. You just focused, ignoring the way his muscles tensed when your fingers brushed against him.

Finally, with one last tug, you straightened. “There. Fixed.”

Lando glanced down, then back up at you. Neither of you moved.

The air shifted.

And then, before you could think too hard about it, he leaned in.

His lips met yours, firm and insistent. It was messy, rushed, like neither of you had planned for this but couldn’t stop it either. You barely had time to react before you were kissing him back. His hand slid to the small of your back, pressing you into him like he was afraid you’d slip away if he didn’t hold on.

Then, as suddenly as it started, you pulled back.

Breathless.

Lando exhaled, eyes flickering over your face, searching. “Well,” he murmured. “That’s one way to handle a wardrobe malfunction.”

You stared at him, your own breath unsteady.

What the hell just happened?

WN: Hope you guys like it! Let me know!

tl: @freyathehuntress

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bennyboyfics · 2 days ago

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Won you back || Ben Shelton x gf!reader

Summary: after a heated argument on the way to a tournament, Ben apologies to you during his post match interview

Wc: 1,412

Wanrings: angst

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The argument had started over something small. It always did. You and Ben had been in the car, heading to the tournament, the morning sun spilling golden light over the dashboard. He had his cap on, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other drumming absentmindedly against his thigh.

You’d been going over last-minute details—what time his warm-up started, where his physio would meet him—when you brought up something that had been on your mind. “You need to take recovery more seriously,” you said, trying to keep your tone light, non-confrontational. “You barely iced your shoulder yesterday.”

Ben scoffed, shaking his head. “Here we go.” That immediately set you off. You turned in your seat, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?” “Babe, I’m fine,” he said, glancing at you before focusing back on the road. “I’ve been doing this for years. I know what my body needs.” “That’s not the point, Ben,” you shot back.

“You’ve been pushing yourself harder than usual, and I see how sore you are. You’re not invincible.”He exhaled through his nose, jaw tightening. “I know that.” “Do you?” you challenged, folding your arms. “Because you act like you don’t. You brush me off every time I bring it up, like I’m just nagging you for fun.” Ben let out a humorless laugh, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“I don’t think it’s fun, but yeah, it is nagging. You say the same thing over and over like I don’t already know it.” You felt something sharp twist in your chest. “I say it over and over because you don’t listen.” “I listen,” he argued, his voice rising. “I just don’t need to be babied. I know how to handle my body. This is my job.”

His words stung more than they should have. He wasn’t outright saying it, but you heard what he meant. Stay out of it. Let me handle it. Your stomach churned with frustration, but more than that—hurt. “Right,” you muttered, staring out the window now. “God forbid I actually care about you.” Ben sighed, running a hand down his face. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Sure sounded like it.” “Jesus, babe,” he said, shaking his head. “You act like I’m out here being reckless. I know my limits.” You turned back to him, eyes flashing. “And what happens when you don’t? What happens when you push too far and get injured? Then what?” He didn’t answer right away. He just clenched his jaw, breathing heavily through his nose, the silence in the car thick and suffocating.

Then, finally, he muttered, “I don’t need you to micromanage me.” You felt that one like a slap. Your lips parted slightly, your throat going tight. He wasn’t yelling, but the weight of those words settled heavily between you. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the faint hum of the engine and the distant noise of the city outside.

“Fine,” you finally said, voice quiet, clipped. “I won’t.” Ben glanced at you then, his brows furrowed, as if realising too late that he’d gone too far. But you didn’t give him a chance to take it back. You just turned your attention out the window, your reflection staring back at you in the glass. The rest of the ride was silent. Tense.

You were still fuming when you took your seat in Ben’s player box. Arms crossed, legs crossed, expression tight and unreadable. The energy in the stadium was buzzing—people were excited, eager to see him play—but all you could focus on was the lingering frustration in your chest.

Ben was already on the court, doing his warm-ups, but you knew him well enough to see it—the tension in his shoulders, the sharpness in his movements, the extra force in his serves. He was still pissed. He masked it well, all smiles and charm for the cameras, but you saw through it.

The match started, and if there was one thing about Ben, it was that he played with his emotions on full display. Every shot had an edge to it, every point won was punctuated with a clenched fist and a muttered, “Let’s go.” He was playing aggressively, moving with more purpose than usual, channelling every ounce of frustration into his game.

And damn it, he was playing well. You wanted to stay mad, you really did, but watching him dominate the court like this—focused, powerful, relentless—it was hard not to be impressed. He was always magnetic to watch, but today, there was something else fueling him, something raw.

Something personal. Every time he won a big point, his eyes flicked to his box, searching for your reaction, but you refused to give him one. No nods of encouragement, no silent approval. Just the same unreadable expression you’d walked in with. He clenched his jaw, lips pressing into a thin line before turning away. The fire in his eyes burned hotter.

By the time he secured the win, the crowd was on their feet, cheering, clapping, chanting his name. Ben threw his arms up, soaking it in, but even then—even then—his gaze found you again. You thought he’d just shake hands with his opponent, do his usual post-match routine, and keep it moving. But as the interviewer walked onto the court, microphone in hand, you noticed something shift in his expression.

The interviewer smiled. “Ben, incredible performance today. You seemed really fired up out there—what was driving you?” Ben exhaled sharply, running a hand through his sweat-damp curls. He glanced at the box again—at you—before bringing the mic closer. “Well,” he started, and already, you could tell this was going somewhere different.

His voice was steady, but there was something softer beneath it, something more vulnerable. “I, uh, had a bit of a rough morning.” A few chuckles from the crowd. The interviewer raised a brow, clearly intrigued. “Came in kinda frustrated,” Ben admitted, shifting on his feet. “Said some things I shouldn’t have. Was too stubborn to back down. And, uh…”

His eyes found yours again, and this time, the fire in them wasn’t competitive—it was pleading. “I’ve been thinking about that all match.” You swallowed hard, feeling the wall you’d built around yourself begin to crack. Ben cleared his throat. “So, yeah, I played hard today. But honestly? I just really wanted to win so I could have this moment to say—” He let out a small, almost nervous laugh. “I’m sorry.”

The crowd awwwed, and the interviewer grinned. “You’re apologising right now? On live TV?” “Yeah.” Ben rubbed the back of his neck. “Figured it’d be harder for her to stay mad at me this way.” Laughter rippled through the stadium, but you just sat there, stunned, heart pounding against your ribs. He meant it.

You could see it in his face, in the way his jaw wasn’t clenched anymore, in the way his shoulders had lost their tension. He wasn’t trying to win an argument anymore—he was just trying to fix it. And damn it, it was working. You exhaled, finally letting yourself really look at him, and when his lips quirked up into the smallest, hopeful smile, you felt your own soften in response.

Ben saw it. He saw the shift, the thaw, and he nodded slightly, as if to say, I’ll make it up to you. And just like that, the game was over. He’d already won the match. Now, he’d won you back, too.

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agirlwithglam · 1 day ago

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📚 It girl's guide to school 📚

hiii girls! this is part of the big Guide to being the It Girl. this section will be all about school, studying and academics. i'll teach you how to tackle school, get the highest grades effortlessly, and look chic and gorgeous doing it! the rest of the ultimate it girl series is linked! 🎀

guide to getting good grades:

LISTEN IN CLASS. one of the best tips ever. if you would actually listen to what your teachers teaching in class, you’d get to spend a lot less time studying.

ask if you need help! these teachers are qualified for the job, they’re meant to be good at it. so if you don’t understand something, don’t be afraid to ask. and if you’re really too much of a chicken, ask once the class is over or email the teacher. but honestly? half the kids probably aren’t even listening tbh so u do ur thing!

participate in class. actually participating in class will help you so much in recalling the information. it’s a great way to actively revise. you don’t have to be a teachers pet or anything, but if you know the answer, put yourself out there. anyone who judges you simply judges themselves and their inability to speak up.

change up your environment so that you're still interested and excited to learn! you could go to a coffee shop, set up a mini picnic in the woods, go to a library, etc.

use alter egos!! i will never stop recommending this because it really is an amazing tip. either you can create your own alter ego who loves to study and gets high grades, or you could pretend you're rory gilmore or hermione granger!

revision/ study techniques:

feynman technique: teach it to someone else/ to plushies. try not to look at your notes too much, pretend ur a teacher.

use practice questions/ practice exams! trust me this can be so helpful! try and find past exams and go over them in exam conditions so you can see what u missed later. or, you can get all the info and ask an AI like chatgpt to write questions based on it and go through them!

BLURTING! love this method! basically, you write all the information you know about the topic on one page (optional: set a time limit) and then go over it with a different colour pen and add in what you missed. do this a couple times until you haven't missed anything! - you can do this by creating a mind-map, or literally just scribbling down everything you know.

SQ3R method: survey/ skim over the text, question- make questions on it, read- begin reading to find the answers to the questions, recite- summarise the words in a section in your own words, review- quiz yourself on what you just learnt

organise/ prioritise what you need to study using the traffic light method. first, identify the topics, then highlight them according to these 3 colors: red- struggling a lot/ no idea , yellow- okay ish, need to work on it a bit tho , green- good understanding & confident on the topic.

make associations. this is especially helpful for when you need to memorise things. the thing you need to memorise- link it to stuff that you already know.

��️ use mnemonics, songs, raps to remember! a couple years back, my science teacher made us create a rap on osmosis (a biology term). and not even kidding, i still remember the simple definition of what it does because of that rap! so create songs or rap and maybe even make a whole music video on it! trust me, not only is it so fun but it really does help keep the information in your mind!

more resources:

huge big list of studying and school

another big study masterpost

100 reasons to study

how to be a whole new student this year

ACE your exams -by me!

study icons:

as i mentioned earlier, channelling the energy of a character who already studies and gets good grades is an amazing way of getting yourself motivated! here are some of my favs & tips to study like them! (p.s i've also added links to the names for a more in depth guide on each person!)

♡ rory gilmore

she loves studying- develop that mindset! have a passion for learning more.

"i can go from 0 to studying in less than 60 seconds"

switch between different subjects when you get bored

ask someone to test you with flashcards

♡ elle woods:

study while you exercise- take care of ur body too!

"what, like its hard?"- i love her sm for this!! if anyone else can do something, of course you can do it too!

be ambitious + have strong source of motivation

get into study groups

♡ paris geller

have the discipline and ambition to do the things that will get you to where you want.

"i want to win, and i'm going to win." - love this, she's sure of herself and confident in her abilities.

prioritise & use to do lists

start early to be the top of your class!

♡ blair waldorf

honestly its so fun to embody her energy of high value, cares about her education, so confident and takes no sh*t from others!

"anything you can do, i can do better"

always have a plan

have flash cards, take notes

♡ hermione granger

always participate in class!

read more about the material. + learn more!

teach others & help them study

finish the hw/ work quickly and do the extra credit!

stylish in school 101:

SURVIVING SCHOOL AIR: here are some tips to staying/ looking pretty and refreshed all day at school bc u and i both know the horrors of school air 🙀 :)

DRINK WATER. stay hydrated - very important. always drink water. this keeps your lips hydrated, face hydrated, and just makes you look a lil less dead.

lip gloss/ lip balm to reapply throughout the day, esp for my girlies with chapped lips! i keep lip balm in my pocket so its always there when needed, but you can also keep it in your locker/ bag/ pencil case.

perfume. you can keep it in your locker/ bag/ pencil case to spray whenever needed and smell sweet and amazing the entire day <3

stop touching your face!! your hands have so much crusty dust and bacteria that can give pimples on your face.

keep hair away from your face. leave it out if you want, but try to make sure it doesn't touch your face too much- it also has tons of crusty musty dusty germs

keep a hairbrush in your locker. listen, i know how messy hair can get during school so keeping it in school is SO helpful to maintain the tidyness and cleanliness

waterproof makeup - if you wear makeup.

sunscreen!! keep. applying. SUNSCREENN!! i'm not going to elaborate further on this point.

ACCESSORISING YOUR UNIFORM!!

this is for the girlies who have a school uniform! i understand it can be so annoying so to have more fun and feel more confident, ACCESSORIZEE everything as much as you're allowed! here are some ideas!

♡ necklesses

♡ bracelets

♡ bows in your hair

♡ bows in your bag

♡ bows everywhere basically 🎀

♡ decorate your ipad/ pencilcase with stickers

♡ headbands

♡ rings

♡ cute earrings

♡ cute watch

♡ nails

♡ a cute clip!

the ultimate it girl series

xoxo, vanilla!

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stephstars08 · 19 hours ago

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You Love Me?

Jason Todd x Vigilante!Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Dark Themes, Mention of Death, Reader get’s Shot, Weapons, Violence, Angst, Fluff, and Possibly Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!)

Summary: After Y/N literally takes a bullet for Jason she finds out a big secret he’s been keeping from her thanks to Dick.

Word Count: 1,583

Author’s Note: This is actually my first story of 2025😬! Last month I just didn’t have any motivation to write. Also sorry if this is sloppy and sorry for postponing the release date! I’ve been having pain in my back and neck! Anyways, hope you all enjoy this short story!

Y/N was in her vigilante suit on a mission with Jason. Y/N is very close with Jason so most of the missions she goes on, he’s always right there by her side. Y/N’s vigilante name is Shadow. She picked that name since the suit she wears makes her look like a shadow. Her suit is all dark gray and the mask she wears covers her whole face.

Y/N’s father was a police officer and he got killed in the line of duty by Scarecrow during one of his tirades. That event is what motivated her to become a vigilante. She never wants a kid to go through with that she went through. At first she was just doing it to protect her mother and little sister but as time went on she wanted to protect her whole city. She was seventeen when she started fighting crime and has now been doing it for three years now. She recently became a part of the Bat team.

Her and Jason were at the docks fighting some gang members. There was three of them so from time to time Y/N or Jason would be fighting two people at the same time. Y/N finally took the guy she was fighting down. She was finally able to catch her breath. Jason was still fighting his guy.

Y/N’s eyes went wide when she noticed the third guy pull out a gun and aim it at Jason’s back. “Shit!” Y/N hissed with worry. Right when the guy pulled the trigger. Y/N jumped in front of Jason. Y/N felt the bullet go through her side.

When Y/N screamed out in pain everyone stopped. Jason’s eyes went wide under his red helmet when he turned around and saw Y/N laying down on the cold ground. “Fuck!” Jason said with panic in his voice as he kneeled down next to Y/N.

“Let’s go boys!” The guy who pulled the trigger said to other two guys. Jason didn’t care that the gang members were getting away. All he cared about was Y/N.

Before Jason could ask where the bullet hit her he saw the blood coming out from her left side. “J-j-Jason” Y/N stuttered in pain. “Shh don’t speak.” Jason told her taking off his jacket and putting it down on her wound to ease the bleeding. Jason used the device in his helmet to call Bruce.

“Jason. What’s going on?” He heard Bruce said. Bruce already knew something was wrong since that’s the only time Jason ever calls him. “Its Y/N. She got shot.” Jason told him. “Shit!” He heard Bruce hiss out. “Where did the bullet get her?” Bruce asked him. “Her left side.” Jason answered. “I’m tracking your location now. I’ll be there as fast as I can.” He heard Bruce tell him. “Just keep her stable.” Bruce told him in a stern tone and ended the call.

Jason decided to take her mask off since he can hear her struggling to catch her breath. His heart ached seeing the painful look in her eyes. He pressed both hands down onto his jacket. “Just stay with me Y/N. Help is on the way.” Jason told her. Y/N gave him a nod which made her groan out in pain. “Don’t move. Just keep your eyes open.” Jason told her with worry in his voice.

He was trying everything he can do to stay calm. Y/N used all of the strength and energy she has to keep her eyes open. She felt like she was paralyzed everywhere but where her wound is.

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When Bruce got there him and Jason carefully helped Y/N into the Batmobile. Jason followed the Batmobile to the Batcave on his motorcycle. When they got to the Batcave Bruce and Alfred immediately took Y/N to the medical room. Alfred has patched up everyone so he knew exactly what he was doing. He’s taken bullets out of Bruce many times.

Jason was in the main room with Dick and Barbara. Jason couldn’t stop pacing back and forth. “Jason, you need to sit down. You pacing like that isn’t helping your nerves.” Barbara told him. “What if she doesn’t make it!” Jason said as he stopped pacing so he was looking straight at Barbara and Dick. “Jason, she’s going to make it.” Dick told him. “She’s in good hands, Jason.” Barbara said adding on to what Dick was saying.

“If I was fucking paying attention this wouldn’t of happened!” Jason said with a mixture of frustration and anger in his tone. “Woah, Jason!” Dick started. “There is no way in hell that this is your fault.” Duck told him in a stern tone. “Bullshit!” Jason hissed. “She took that bullet for me!” Jason said as his anger grew.

Bruce walked into the room. He was still in his Batman suit he just didn’t have his mask on. “How is Y/N?” Jason asked with worry as he quickly walked up to Bruce. “She’s going to be okay.” Bruce answered which made everyone in the room feel relief. “So relieved to hear you say that.” Barbara said with nothing but relief in her voice.

Y/N is Barbara’s best friend and Barbara doesn’t know what she would do without her.

“Luckily the bullet didn’t go through her.” Bruce told them. “Alfred got the bullet out of her side and is stitching her up.” Bruce added.

“Can I see her?” Jason asked with a pleading look in his blue eyes. Bruce answered his question with a nod. “Follow me.” Bruce told him. Jason followed Bruce back into the medical room.

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After Y/N woke up Bruce had Alfred take her upstairs to Wayne Manor. Since she needs a lot of rest for some weeks he’s letting her stay in one of the guest rooms.

A couple of days have passed and Y/N was still bedridden. Dick and Barbara just showed up to visit Y/N and see how she was doing. When they walked into the room they did notice that Y/N was starting to get some color back into her face. “How are you feeling?” Barbara asked her standing by the bedside with Dick right next to her. “A little better than yesterday.” Y/N answered.

“If I didn’t have those pain killers I would be so fucked.” Y/N added which made Barbara and Dick let out a little laugh. “Its good to know that your sense of humor is still in tact.” Dick told her. “Don’t worry. They didn’t shoot out my sense of humor.” Y/N told him with a small smile.

“I’m surprised Jason isn’t here.” Barbara said. Jason has been by Y/N’s side almost every hour of the day. It would take Y/N forever to get him to leave so he could get some rest of his own. “You guys actually just missed him.” Y/N told them. “We did?” Dick said with one of his eyebrows raised. “I made the dumb mistake of telling him I was craving truffles from that fancy chocolate shop.” Y/N said with a sigh. “But that shop is across town.” Barbara said. “That’s what I told him but he didn’t care.” Y/N told her. “Damn, he’s crazy.” Barbra said as she shook her head. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“Hey cut the man some slack. A guy does anything when he’s in love.” Dick said which made Y/N freeze. Barbara looked over at Dick with wide eyes. “What?” Dick asked in confusion. “You just told Y/N that Jason is in love with her.” Barbara told him which made his heart sink. “Oh, um, yeah my bad.” Dick said with a nervous sigh. “He’s in love with me?” Y/N asked Dick in a surprised tone in her voice. “Yeah he um told me a few months back.” Dick answered knowing he can’t take back what he said. “Oh my gosh.” Y/N said as she felt nothing but shock.

“Jason is so going to kill you.” Barbara told him. “Yeah yeah I fucking know!” Dick hissed as he ran one of his hands through his raven colored hair.

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After Barbara and Dick left Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about what she just found out. Jason doesn’t just love her no, he’s in love with her. Y/N snapped out of her racing thoughts when Jason walked in holding a white paper bag.

“I’m back.” Jason said walking over to her bedside. “Your truffles.” Jason said handing her the white bag. “Oh um thanks.” Y/N said taking the paper bag.

Jason could immediately sense that something was wrong. “Everything alright?” Jason asked with concern in his voice. Y/N set the bag down on the table next to the bed.

“Are you in love with me?” Y/N asked taking Jason by surprise. “Who um told you that?” Jason asked her. “Dick might’ve let it slip out.” Y/N told him fiddling with her fingers. “That stupid fuck!” Jason snapped as he a ran a hand down his face.

Y/N grabbed one of his hands before he could get too worked up. “Jason.” Y/N said in a soft voice as she looked up at him. “Yes, I’m in love with you.” Jason confessed to her. Y/N lips turned up into a smile. She pulled him down and connected her lips with his’s. Jason immediately kissed back since he’s been waiting for this moment for a very long time.

They continued to kiss till they needed to pull away to catch their breath.

“I’m in love with you, too.” Y/N told him with a big smile on her face.

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beesgobzzzing · 2 days ago

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Hooja and Käärijä are performing together for the first time in the first semifinal of Melodifestivalen in Luleå. Maybe Hooja will be participating in Melodifestivalen for real in the future:

You never know, Hooja says. [Bees note: Their manager said in a podcast during the fall last year that they were not interested in competing in Melodifestivalen, so this is definitely a politicians answer.]

Among feather boas and pink sequins, dressed in their particular fur hats, baklavas and fleece jackets, Hooja and DJ Mårdhund has arrived in Luleå Energi Arena. [Bees note: Mårdis and myself has referenced this as Coop Arena before, and that used to be it's name. Like many arenas elsewhere, this one also takes it's name from their main sponsor, which changes every now and then.] They are debuting in Melodifestivalen. They do have someone who has a lot of experience from this setting with them - Finnish Eurovision favorite Käärijä. But they're not taking part in the actual competition.

Together they are here as an interval act in Melodifestivalen's first semi in Luleå, where they are performing their new song "San Francisco Boy".

The trio has taken a break in show preparations and sit down on some chairs by one of the arena entrances. Käärijä is not wearing a mask, but does wear sunglasses just like the duo from Gällivare.

You're a bit secretive, and I think it's fun to work with artists who don't only have the music but another level to it. You have nice clothes too, Käärijä says.

Outside the glass doors another masked artist, Fröken Snusk [Bees note: her artist name translates to Miss Dirty], appears and waves to her coworkers before she once again disappears into the darkness.

Why are you making a song together?

Why not? I listened to Hooja's music and thought "oh, Swedish music can sound like this". Of course in a positive way, Käärijä says and laughs.

He says it's not always easy to make music with other artists. But the collaboration with Hooja has been painless.

Everything went so quick from meeting for the first time until we had a finished song, DJ Mårdhund says.

It was destiny, Hooja adds.

(Text under the picture: Käärijä has watched Melodifestivalen at home in Finland and is happy that he gets to enter the stage in Sweden with Hooja. "Dreams can become true", DJ Mårdhund notes.)

That the song is called "San Francisco Boy" has nothing to do with anyone from the trio having been there.

We have seen San Francisco in pictures, very nice pictures in my opinion. They have a nice and big bridge, DJ Mårdhund says.

Maybe we should go there together and make "San Francisco Boy part 2", Käärijä says.

Käärijä competed for Finland in Eurovision in 2023 with the song "Cha Cha Cha". He came in second after Sweden and Loreen's song "Tattoo". Being in Melodifestivalen now is not something he minds.

It's fun, I love Loreen, and I like you too, Käärijä says and points at Hooja.

He won the audience vote in Eurovision and quickly became a fan favorite. Not least of all in Sweden, where his song climbed the charts. He wasn't quite prepared for the love from the Swedish audience.

There were a lot of Swedish people who wrote to me and said they liked my song. I didn't think Swedish people liked Finnish music, but it was really nice to see that the song charted so well in Sweden.

The trio has a very full schedule during these few days in Luleå. Hooja describes the whole event as "hullaballoo".

There are a lot of people running around but it's a fun show, he says.

Being the interval act together with Käärijä feels safe, according to the duo.

It feels good having you here, you've done this kind of thing before, Mårdis says and looks at Käärijä:

You're almost being a father figure for us.

But will being the interval act this year make Hooja want to compete for real in Melodifestivalen in the future?

You never know. We are not going to say: No, we would never do that. But we're not going to give a definite yes either, Hooja says.

Wow, what a politician's answer, DJ Mårdhund says.

Maybe I should get into politics instead, Hooja says.

#käärijä #jere pöyhönen #hooja #dj mårdhund #mårdis #san francisco boy #melodifestivalen

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starvrse · 10 hours ago

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UNDER PRESSURE

pairing: kim nakyoung x trainee fem!reader

summary : dance teacher nakyoung fingers u 😅

warnings: she manipulates u into sex !!!, fingering, mirror sex, dom naky, etc.

unnecessary bs: 3.8k words

seated in front of the studio mirror, nakyoung carefully observes your group of seven as you rehearse the same song for the umpteenth time. her sharp gaze flicks from one member to the next, taking in every movement, every gesture, and every imperfection. with a critical eye, she notes every wrong step, every missed beat, and every flaw in the choreography. she studies the dynamics of the group, the interactions between the members, and the cohesiveness of the performance.

as the dance comes to an end with a performance that appears flawless, the girl with her feline like features stands up from her previous sitting position, releasing a deep breath she had been holding. she stretches out her muscles, loosening any tension that had built up during the extensive rehearsal. Her sharp, perceptive eyes look over the members.

“yn.” she calls out to you with a strict tone. “step forward.”

you swallow hard and walk to the center of the room, feeling the weight of her sharp gaze. the rest of the girls watch, their expressions a mix of concern and tension.

“you hesitated on the bridge,” nakyoung says, her voice cold and cutting. “it threw off the entire performance. this isn’t a game, we can’t have weak links in this group.”

you nod, trying to maintain your composure. “i’ll do better,” you reply, but your voice falters slightly.

“better isn’t good enough,” she snaps. “you need to step it up. I don’t wanna see any more mistakes.”

she pauses, her eyes narrowing. “after practice, I want you to stay back. we need to go over your parts. I don’t care if everyone else is done for the day, your training isn’t complete yet.”

you feel a surge of anxiety mixed with determination, and your ears burn with embarrassment as the rest of the group observes your reprimand. “okay,” you respond quietly, trying to steady your voice.

“good,” she replies, crossing her arms. “now let’s run it again, but this time, I want to see real improvement. show me you can handle the pressure.”

as the music starts, you focus all your energy on the dance, trying to shake off the weight of her criticism. but with each move, you can feel her eyes piercing through you, assessing every misstep.

when the performance ends, you catch a glimpse of the other members exchanging glances, concern and tiredness etched on their faces. but nakyoung’s gaze remains locked on you, relentless and unwavering.

“not bad, but still not enough,” she says, a hint of disappointment in her tone. “the rest of you can go.”

the other six members share knowing looks, sensing the tension in the air. one by one, they bow to nakyoung, murmuring their thanks before slipping out of the studio. you watch as their silhouettes and voices fade away, leaving you alone with raven haired girl.

as the door clicks shut, nakyoung’s demeanor shifts slightly, but her intensity remains. “you need to step up your game, yn,” she continues, crossing her arms. “i know you have potential, but right now, you’re holding the team back.”

you take a deep breath, preparing for the feedback. “i understand. i’ll work harder.”

“harder isn’t enough,” she replies, her voice firm. “i need to see more confidence. you’re letting your nerves get the best of you, and it shows.”

nodding, you reaching for your water bottle and take a sip. your gaze follows your instructor as she strides toward the door—and suddenly, she locks it.

the fuck is she locking the door for?

you crease your eyebrows together while slightly tilting your head to the side.

nakyoung takes notice of your expression and smirks. “just so no one can interrupt us” she says, answering your question without hearing you say it.

nakyoung steps away from the door, her eyes never leaving you. she walks slowly, almost deliberately, as if she’s measuring each step. you can feel the pressure building in the silence between you two.

“come to the center.” she commands, her tone flat, but there’s something in it that makes you move without thinking.

you take a few tentative steps forward, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of her gaze heavy on you. as you stop in the center of the room, you glance at the mirror, but her reflection is the only one you focus on.

“show me your confidence,” nakyoung says, her voice low, almost like a challenge. “you’ve got the moves, but you don’t own them yet.”

you swallow hard, your hands trembling slightly as you wait for the music to start. the room is still, quiet, and then the music hits—sharp, fast, and unforgiving.

you push yourself to match every beat, every movement, but something feels off. the pressure, her gaze—it’s too much.

nakyoung doesn’t say a word, but you can feel her judgment in the air, sharp and cutting. with each move, you try to find the confidence she demands, but all you can hear in your head is her voice, reminding you that it’s not enough.

when the music cuts off, her gaze sharpens, locking onto you.

“better, but still not enough,” she says, her words chilling. “you’re still holding back. why?”

you take a deep breath, shaking your head, trying to shake off the nerves. “i… i don’t know.”

“you do know.” she snaps, her tone harsh. “you either want this or you don’t.”

you nod quickly, determined to prove yourself, but the sting of her disappointment lingers in the air.

nakyoung studies you for a moment longer, then, without saying a word, she strides toward the center of the room, stopping just inches from you. her presence feels overwhelming, close, and you feel your pulse quicken under her gaze.

“show me again.” she commands, her voice a soft order. she doesn’t wait for a response before she moves, reaching out to guide you.

with surprising confidence, nakyoung steps in closer, her fingers brushing lightly against your waist as she positions you. her touch is firm, but not unkind, as she adjusts your posture, her fingers pressing into your sides to correct your stance.

“you’re too stiff here,” she murmurs, her breath warm against your ear. without giving you time to react, she moves your arm, pulling it up and guiding it through the motion. her hand stays there for a moment, her fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary.

you try to focus on the movements, but her closeness is hard to ignore. the touch is so direct, so insistent, that it makes your breath catch in your throat.

“relax,” she says, her voice low as she moves her hands to your shoulders, squeezing gently to ease the tension. “you need to feel the movement, not just do it. follow me.”

she moves you through the steps, her hands on your waist, your arms, directing you with precision. each time you make a mistake, she corrects you, her touch gentle but unyielding. she shifts your body with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what they want, guiding you into the correct form without hesitation.

“good, but you’re still holding back,” she says, her voice softer now, almost a whisper. she adjusts your arms again, moving closer to correct your position, her fingers brushing over your ribs. you can feel the heat of her body near yours, the tension thick between you two.

her touch lingers for a moment longer than it should, and you feel a mix of unease and something else—something you can’t quite place.

“again.” she orders, her hands moving to your waist once more as she pulls you into the next step, her touch controlling.

you obey, your body moving with hers, but inside, you’re still trying to adjust, unsure of the line between instruction and something more.

as nakyoung continues to guide you through the moves, you try to focus, but her touch is making it harder and harder to concentrate. her fingers at your waist, the way she adjusts your posture, it’s all too close, too intimate. the heat of her body against yours makes it difficult to breathe properly, let alone execute the steps with precision.

you feel her hand slide down your arm, her fingers brushing against your skin as she shifts you into the next position, but something inside you jolts at the touch. your mind begins to wander, thoughts tumbling over each other, and suddenly, you can’t remember the next move.

you freeze.

nakyoung doesn’t miss it.

“yn,” she says, her voice sharp, a hint of irritation creeping into her tone. “focus.”

you nod quickly, trying to regain control, but as you try to step into the next part of the choreography, your foot stumbles. the misstep throws you off balance, and you find yourself faltering, your body unable to catch up to the rhythm.

nakyoung steps back, crossing her arms over her chest, her gaze now colder, calculating.

“you’re distracted,” she states flatly. “and it’s affecting your performance.”

you swallow, the frustration building inside you. her gaze never leaves you, sharp and disapproving. you try to steady your breath, but your nerves are getting the best of you.

“this is not the time for distractions,” she continues, her voice firm but controlled. “you want to be better, but you’re not taking it seriously.”

you bite your lip, trying to gather your focus again. but the heat of her touch, the memory of her fingers on your waist, is still lingering, and it’s clouding your thoughts.

“again.” nakyoung demands, her eyes narrowing. “this time, no mistakes.”

you nod silently, but inside, you’re battling the growing tension, the confusion of what her touch means versus what you’re supposed to do. as the music starts again, you brace yourself for another attempt, but you know that this time, the pressure is all on you.

nakyoung watches you with a cold, assessing gaze as you stumble through the next move. you can feel the weight of her disapproval pressing down on you, the mistake now hanging in the air between you two.

she doesn’t say anything at first, but then, with a sharp exhale, she steps back, putting a little distance between you.

“break.” she says flatly, her voice cutting through the tension. she turns and walks over to the mirror, her movements calm but deliberate.

you stand there, your breath coming in shallow bursts, trying to steady yourself after the mistake. your mind races, your nerves still frazzled. you glance at nakyoung, unsure of what to do next.

she doesn’t look at you right away. instead, she sits down on the floor in front of the mirror, crossing her legs in a casual, almost expectant manner.

“come here,” she says without looking up, her tone softer but still carrying an undeniable command.

you hesitate, but the pull of her presence is too strong, and against your better judgment, you step forward. her eyes flicker up to meet yours, and there’s something unreadable in her gaze.

as you approach, nakyoung pats her lap, a silent invitation that leaves you frozen for a moment. she raises an eyebrow, the sharpness of her expression softened by the calmness in her posture.

“sit,” she instructs, her voice carrying that unmistakable authority.

you swallow, unsure, but comply, slowly lowering yourself onto her lap. the sudden closeness makes your skin prickle with nerves. her body feels warm against yours, her presence overwhelming in the stillness of the room.

nakyoung shifts slightly, making you settle more comfortably in her lap. her hand rests on your waist, a gentle yet possessive touch that contrasts with the tension in your body.

“breathe.” she mumbles against your ear, her voice unexpectedly soothing, as if she’s trying to ground you.

you try, but it’s hard to ignore the heat of her hand on your side, the way her fingers seem to linger there longer than necessary. her presence is consuming, and your heart races with a mix of confusion and something else—something you can’t quite place.

“you need to focus, yn,” she says, her tone soft but carrying an edge. “you’re letting distractions take over. I need to see you own it, all of it.”

you nod slowly, trying to steady your breath, but the closeness, the intensity of her touch—it makes it harder to think clearly.

nakyoung’s fingers trace light circles on your waist as she holds you in her lap. the silence is heavy, her sharp eyes studying you in the mirror. after a long pause, she tilts her head slightly, as if coming to a decision.

“i have an idea,” she says, her voice low, deliberate. her hand tightens slightly on your waist, grounding you. “but you have to cooperate.”

before you can even ask what she means, you feel her lean in, her lips brushing against the side of your neck. the gesture is slow, purposeful, and sends a jolt through your entire body.

“unnie,” you say, your voice shaky, as you instinctively pull back slightly, your hands gripping her arm. “i… i don’t think we should do this.”

she freezes, her lips hovering just above your skin, her breath warm against your neck. for a moment, the air between you is thick with unspoken tension, and then she pulls back completely, her hands slipping from your waist.

she grips your jaw firmly, tilting your head just enough to force your eyes to meet hers in the mirror. “you want to debut, don’t you?” she uttered, her voice low and laced with a quiet, unmistakable threat.

her gaze is sharp, unrelenting, and it pins you in place. the question lingers in the air, heavier than it should be, her grip on your jaw firm but not harsh.

“well?” she asks, her voice soft but insistent.

“yes.” you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

“good.” she says, her lips curling into a faint smirk. her fingers trail lightly along your jawline, the tension in the room thick and inescapable.

nakyoung leans back in and licks a slow, deliberate stripe up the side of your neck. her tongue is warm and wet, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake. you tense at the unexpected contact, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you lean into her unconsciously.

she chuckles softly, pleased with the reaction she's gotten. she repeats the motion, licking another stripe up your neck before nipping gently at the sensitive skin just beneath your ear. your heart racing in your chest as you struggle to catch your breath.

her hand slowly drifts down from your waist to your thigh, her fingers splaying out as she runs her hand up and down the inside of your thigh possessively. she can feel you tensing beneath her touch, your breath hitching in your throat with each pass of her hand.

the girl’s hand continues its slow, teasing journey up and down your thigh, her fingers eventually reaching the hem of your sweatpants. she pauses for a moment, her fingers hovering just above your covered sex before slowly inching them underneath the fabric. her touch is gentle at first, just a light brushing against your panties.

"this isn't right..." you muttered weakly, your face flushing as you squirm in her lap, torn between the urge to pull away and the growing warmth between your legs. nakyoung simply hushes you, her fingers pressing more firmly against your center through your panties.

"shhh, it's good for you," she whispers, her voice low and soothing as she slowly rubs her fingers in circles against your covered heat. "you're so tense, you need this. you need to relax."

she starts to move her fingers in a steady rhythm, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp and arch your back. "see?" she purrs, her breath hot against your ear. "your body knows what it needs, even if your mind is protesting."

"too many clothes..." nakyoung stated, one hand still expertly working between your legs while the other moves to your waist. she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your pants and starts to pull them down, maneuvering you carefully in her lap.

as she pulls your pants down, a giggle escapes her lips. "well, aren't these cute?" she remarks, her fingers pausing momentarily to trace the playful cartoon pattern printed on the fabric. "i never took you for a cute underwear kinda girl."

“too bad they have to go.” she says, fully removing your panties. leaving you bare, an instinctive reaction takes over, you try to close your legs, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks and down your neck. your heart races as embarrassment and a touch of fear tingle through you. "n-no, i... i can't..”

nakyoung chuckles softly, placing her strong hands on your inner thighs to keep your legs apart. "oh, you can and you will," she teases, her fingers splaying wider to hold you open. "you're too cute like this, trying to hide."

nakyoung leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "besides, doesn't it feel better to let go? to surrender to someone who knows exactly what you need?" her hot breath sends shivers down your spine.

"now, be a good girl and keep your legs open for me. i'm just getting started." with a firm but gentle touch, the older girl resumes rubbing slow circles around your sensitive clit. your moans fill the room as pleasure builds with each rotation.

as your moans grow louder, nakyoung quickly but playfully covers your mouth with one hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "as much as i love hearing those beautiful noises, we don't want the whole company knowing what i'm doing to you, do we?"

she leans in close, her lips hovering just above your ear as she continues to tease your clit with slow, deliberate circles. "i want to hear you scream my name when you cum, but for now..." she nips gently at your earlobe, "keep it down, sweetheart."

nakyoung’s fingers tease your entrance, gathering moisture before slowly, gently pushing one inside. her eyes widen slightly as she feels how incredibly tight you are. "wow... you're practically untouched, aren't you?" she murmurs, wonder and excitement coloring her voice. "don't worry, i'll be gentle."

nakyoung’s finger pushes deeper, slowly stretching your tight walls. you squirm and wriggle in her lap, your legs trembling as you try to accommodate her intrusion. the dancer holds you firmly in place, her other hand still covering your mouth to muffle your desperate whimpers and squeaks.

"stay still." nakyoung commands, her voice low and dominant. "you're making this harder than it needs to be." she curls her finger inside you, hitting a spot that makes you arch your back and try to pull away from the intense sensation.

she then suddenly releases her hold on your mouth, replacing it with a firm grip on your chin. she forces your head to turn, making you look into the mirror. your reflection shows your flushed face, wide eyes, and trembling lips, with nakyoung’s strong fingers buried inside you.

nakyoung’s voice is a low purr in your ear, laced with a commanding edge. "look at yourself, baby. see how beautifully responsive you are? those cute little spasms when i touch you…" her finger curls slightly inside you, hitting a particularly sensitive spot.

she slowly adds two more fingers to your tight hole, scissoring them to stretch you even further. your scream of protest and pain is muffled by her hand covering your mouth once more. she holds you in place, her fingers pumping in and out of you in a ruthless, controlling rhythm.

in the mirror, you see nakyoung’s smirk spreading across her beautiful face, those full lips curling with satisfaction and something darker—pure, unadulterated desire. "you have no idea how long i've wanted to claim this tight cunt." she whispers, her eyes locked with yours in the reflection.

her fingers continue their dominating rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last. your eyes water, tears streaming down your cheeks as the burning stretch meets with electric sparks of pleasure that make your whole body tremble. small, desperate "mmph" sounds escape your covered mouth, muffled but filled with need and pain.

nakyoung’s smirk turns into a cruel, satisfied grin as she sees your tears and hears your muffled whimpers. she curls her fingers inside you, hitting that spot that makes you writhe and whine pitifully. "so pretty," she teases.

"crying and moaning like a little bitch in heat, even after you said you didn’t want it." her thumb presses down on your clit, adding a new wave of sensations that make your legs shake uncontrollably.

the combination of pain and pleasure is too much, and you start to sob, your body trembling violently as nakyoung’s fingers and thumb work their magic. your vision blurs, and you feel yourself on the verge of passing out from the overwhelming sensations. nakyoung’s grin widens, her fingers never slowing their relentless pace.

the sight of your tear-streaked face and trembling form in the mirror, combined with your desperate moans against her palm, is nearly enough to make nakyoung lose control. she can feel her own panties growing damp as she holds you steady, finger fucking you roughly.

with a final, brutal thrust of her fingers, nakyoung sends you careening over the edge. your body convulses violently, a loud, muffled scream of nakyoung’s name escaping you as you cum hard all over the practice room floor, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

nakyoung’s fingers are coated in your release, and as she pulls them out, more of your essence drips down her hand. she looks up from your body, seeing your release splattered everywhere on the floor, and some even on the mirror.

with a wicked gleam in her eyes, nakyoung raises her glistening fingers to her mouth, locking eyes with your shocked reflection in the mirror. slowly, deliberately, she sucks each digit clean, her full lips wrapping around them as her tongue swirls to catch every last bit of your cum.

"mmm..." she hums in appreciation, her eyes fluttering closed briefly before snapping back open to meet your gaze in the mirror. "you taste fucking amazing. i bet i could get addicted to that taste."

after cleaning her fingers with a smirk, nakyoung stands up from the floor, smoothing out her clothes. "i gotta get going," she says, her voice back to its usual cool tone, as if the intense moment between you two never happened. "see you tomorrow.”

with that, she throws you your pants and heads for the door, not bothering to look back at you as she exits the practice room. you're left laying there, still trying to process what just happened.

nobody asked for this like gtfoooo 🙄🙄🙄 guys i promise im doing the noeul fic 💔

#starvrse #kpop smut #fem reader #kpop fanfic #tripleS #kim nakyoung #nakyoung #nakyoung smut #nakyoung x reader #triples x reader

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whitelightremains · 2 days ago

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Viktor as a Deity?

You had it coming for ya! Arcane and Witchcraft? I'm a witch and a writer, it had to happen. I thought of something.

Since I am a witch and I am working with Lucifer, I have thought back to the times I saw people include fictional characters in their craft. And with all of the Jesus talk going on about him...

Well, I never quite understood it or had a fictional character deity pull, but now, I do, and I feel like especially with such a big fandom, the energy has collected and it would not be far off to work with him in this way.

In my case, I am speaking of S2 Herald Viktor, with a hint of end of S2 Viktor. But, as with any deity, we will not forget his past either and what has shaped him.

SO! Guys. I am making a full on document about Viktor as a deity. The Machine Herald as our own deity for actual deity work, with full on associations, own-experience specific signs, divination preferences, etc. Including candle preferences, colours, and even Stars I have picked out as a personal astronomy nerd.

As a preview, I did not stick to our solar system, apologies. If you want to know so bad.... I chose Rigel and Vega for many reasons and Lyra as the constellation association.

Let me know what you think and if I should make the doc public soon and post about my thoughts behind it! So willing to share with you.

And so far, Lucifer has been cool with this also. They seem to work together nicely.

Would you like me to make the document public by the end of this month? I do take suggestions on parts of this, too! So put in your opinions in the comments, I read and answer every one!

Peace,

Kasper

#viktor arcane #viktor nation #arcane viktor #witchcraft #witch community #fictional characters as deities #deity work #pagan polytheism #paganism #witchblr #witches #arcane #I'm a nerd and a witch and this is my love child of interests

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lalithemidnightmuse7 · 2 days ago

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Nosferatu 2024 : part 1 (spoiler)

Thinking about Nosferatu again, I had a lingering questions that led me down a path of researchs. (This is purely my own speculation—an attempt to make sense of some of the film’s most intriguing elements. Of course, everyone has their own interpretation, and perhaps no one can fully grasp the truth of this multilayered masterpiece except the director himself) anyway, this is my take on it...

the other day i was reading the script, and I noticed that in the character introduction, Ellen was referred to as a somnambulist. which surprised me. Of all the ways to describe her, why this one? but hear me out....

a somnambulist is simply a sleepwalker, But metaphorically, it often represents someone trapped between waking and dreaming, reality and illusion, life and death. - you are not for the living -

but in the romanian folklore the sleepwalkers represent the moroi vii (living ghosts). living people who are believed to have an unnatural connection to the spirit world. they are also belived to be the people who display unnatural behaviors, such as being weak during the day but strangely energized at night, experiencing vivid dreams, or affecting people around them with their emotions or presence.

they were also described as soul that wanders—they might unconsciously leave their body during sleep, sometimes appearing as shadows or specters to others -This could explain why Thomas sees Ellen while he’s in the castle -

and some villages feared that moroii vii could harm others through envy, curses, or draining energy from those around them. Others believed that they were just unfortunate souls suffering from an affliction.

(But what i find even more intriguing is that Nosferatu doesn’t just portray ellen as a liminal figure. The entire film is steeped in liminality. Thomas, for instance, is constantly in an in-between state—his stay in the hotel, his journey to the castle, his time in Orlok’s domain.)

anyway...now going back to strigoi , they are a risen from the dead creatures who are driven by a deep, endless hunger, not just for blood but also for what they lost in death—love, warmth, human connection. but i also found that Some legends say that if a Strigoi drinks the blood of a loved one, they may be at peace for a while, but they will always need more. - does that reminds you of a scean maybe ? -

i will leave it at this...i mean....you get it ?

So in the end, this was the most fulfilling answer I could find to this question of why was she was called a somnambulist . Of course, there are still others—questions that linger, ones I might share here eventually, considering my Nosferatu obsession isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Anyway, I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.

truly yours,

laly.

#nosferatu 2024 #nosferatu #ellen x orlok #ellen hutter #vampires #count orlok #gothic horror #folklore #romanian folklore #vampire aesthetic #movie analysis #booklr #nosferatu remake #robbert eggers #book blog #romantic goth

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maretinelli · 3 days ago

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NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

DadDaniel Ricciardo X Mom!fem!reader

Summary: When Y/n and Daniel's first daughter is born and everyone's feelings are on edge for having such a sweet and cute little girl like Anne.

Words: 1.9K+

Warnings: Nothing. Just cute, cute, cute. And newborn baby.

Author: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes that may appear in the story. I love, love, love writing about babies.🥹 This could also be part of the universe of "OUR GIRLS" and I will be writing more about them. But you can also read them separately, no problem!

MASTERLIST

The room was silent, lit only by the soft light of the room. The air still carried the energy of what had happened a few hours ago, when Anne had finally arrived into the world after 14 hours of labor. Now, time seemed to slow down as Daniel held the little girl in his arms, completely enchanted. As he walked around the room with the baby in his arms.

Y/n was lying in bed, her muscles still sore and her body exhausted, but nothing could take away the happiness that filled her chest. She watched Daniel with Anne, seeing the sparkle in his eyes as he held his daughter as if she were the most precious thing in the universe.

He stroked the baby's rosy cheek with his thumb, his face plastered with a tender smile. Even asleep, Anne looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling in a delicate rhythm of breathing.

"You have no idea how much I love you already, little girl" Daniel whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought I knew what happiness was, but then you came along and... well, now I know I was wrong."

He blinked a few times, trying to hold back the tears, but he was unsuccessful. One slipped down his face and, before it fell on the baby, he quickly wiped it away.

"Damn, I have to be careful, don't I? Soon you'll be bathing in Daddy's tears."

Y/n let out a weak laugh, joy filling her heart even more. Daniel looked at her with a guilty but tender smile.

"Tell me, love, how is it possible to love such a small person so much?"

Y/n sighed, feeling her eyes well up too. Yes, she was exhausted. Every muscle in her body remembered the effort it had taken to bring Anne into the world. But if she had to go through it all again, she would do it without hesitation, just to have that moment, to feel the warmth of her daughter in her arms and see Daniel completely in love with the baby they had made together.

"I don't know either, but I feel exactly the same way," she murmured, her eyes fixed on Anne. "And I would do it all over again, without thinking twice, just to have her here in our arms again, my love."

Daniel smiles at his wife, stopping his pacing for a moment in the room. But then he looks back at the baby in his arms. Totally enchanted.

"She has as much hair as you do" Y/n commented with a tender smile.

"And her mouth," Daniel countered. "Which means we're going to have problems when she grows up, because that girl is going to be too beautiful."

Y/n laughed, and Daniel approached to steal a quick kiss from his wife before looking back at Anne, still impressed by the little life that was now part of them.

He never imagined he could feel something so strong. Anne had just arrived, but she had already changed everything. And he didn't want it to be any different.

And then, Daniel approaches his wife in bed and bends down to hand over his daughter, who was a little restless in his lap, probably hungry again.

"Well...our life changes" He begins, as soon as he makes sure that Y/n had taken Anne in her arms. "How did we live without you all this time?" The pilot asks his daughter, as if she had a good answer. And then the tears of happiness end up falling from Daniel's eyes. "How did me and mommy live without you all these years?"

At that moment, the words filled with emotion hit Y/n hard, and at that moment, tears came violently. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the overwhelming love she felt for that little girl. Or maybe it was the way her husband spoke, completely surrendered to his father's love.

"We were practically nothing without you, daughter" She whispers, smiling at Anne.

Daniel let out a light laugh, shaking his head. He quickly wiped his tears with the back of his hand and looked at Y/n with a goofy smile. "If someone told me I would cry this much after becoming a father, I would never have believed them."

Y/n laughed softly, still feeling the tears flow, but unable to stop herself from smiling. "I think it's going to be like this forever, Danny. Welcome to fatherhood."

The hospital room was delicately decorated, filled with pink balloons, sent by family and friends as soon as they found out that Y/n was on her way to give birth.

Some balloons had messages written in bright letters, such as 'Welcome to the world, Anne!' and 'Congratulations, Mommy and Daddy!', making it clear how much that little girl was loved even before she was born.

On the table next to the bed was a handwritten card from Y/n's parents, congratulating them and mentioning how they were forming a beautiful family. Next to it, a large pink teddy bear lay, a special gift they had sent along.

Anne was already fed and comfortable in Y/n's arms, and now her small, warm body was beginning to relax. His eyes slowly closed, surrendering to peaceful sleep.

Daniel sat in the armchair next to Y/n, watching his daughter with an enchanted smile. His chest filled with an almost surreal pride every time he looked at Anne. It was hard to believe that this little girl was theirs.

"You have no idea how many people are eager to meet you, my girl," Daniel began, leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair as he looked at the baby. "Grandpa and Grandma are already counting down the minutes. Your uncles and aunts too. Lando sent a message saying he wants to teach you how to drive before you even learn how to walk... but, well, he can just sit there and wait."

Y/n let out a low laugh and shook her head. "For God's sake, I hope he's joking," Ella said, still not taking her eyes off Anne.

Daniel smiled and leaned a little closer to his wife and daughter. "And you know, little one, there's a very special place you're going to get to see. The paddock. It's where mommy and daddy spend most of their time... and I can't wait to take you there." He paused, his eyes full of affection, before continuing. "You'll love it, I'm sure. But I'll warn you right now that when you're a baby, they'll carry you everywhere. And if you take after mommy, you'll be the smartest little person on that grid."

Y/n smiled, feeling her heart melt. She could already imagine Daniel holding Anne in the pits, protecting her from the loud noises with a special headset, and the photographers capturing that unforgettable moment.

As if she were hearing everything, Anne, even though she was asleep, opened her tiny mouth in an involuntary smile.

Daniel's eyes widened and he let out a low laugh, pointing at his daughter excitedly. "Look at that! She's already excited to be part of the racing world!" He joked, his eyes shining with happiness.

Y/n laughed, feeling a wave of love run through her body. "You don't miss one, do you, Ricciardo?" She teased, stroking the baby's soft strands of hair.

"Never." He says looking at his wife. Nothing less than a loving and grateful look. Thankful for the sweet and cute little girl they had.

The pilot approaches his wife and places a warm kiss on her forehead. Y/n closes her eyes for a second, feeling the warmth of that kiss and letting herself be enveloped by the peace of that moment.

He then lays his head on his wife's shoulder, both looking at their daughter. "I still can't believe we did this."

Y/n chuckles softly. "We did. And look how perfect she is."

"Yes she is!"

Daniel sighed, still resting his head on Y/n's shoulder, and smiled as he watched Anne sleep so peacefully. "You know what's crazy? I thought I had already lived the best moments of my life... but then you showed up. And then her."

Y/n turned her face slightly to look at him, feeling her heart warm. "You say it like I just appeared out of nowhere."

He chuckled softly, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder. "Well, you kind of came out of nowhere and messed everything up, but in the best way possible."

She rolled her eyes, laughing. "Daniel Ricciardo, always over the top."

The pilot lifted his head and looked at her with a small but affectionate smile. "Not this time. Because honestly, I don't know what I did to deserve you two."

Y/n felt her eyes well up again, but this time it wasn't just emotion, but genuine happiness. "Well, if it's any consolation, I think Anne and I are pretty happy to have you too."

Daniel smiled, leaning down to kiss the tip of his wife's nose before looking back at his daughter. "She doesn't even know how lucky she is to have you as a mommy."

Y/n gently caressed Anne's tiny back, feeling her chest explode with love. "And she has no idea that she has the best father in the world."

Daniel let out a low laugh, shaking his head. "We're going to be those parents who cry every time she has a first, aren't we?"

Y/n laughed, nodding. "Absolutely. The first time she crawls, her first word, the first day of school... and don't get me started on the day she actually drives, because then I can't guarantee you won't freak out."

Daniel's eyes widened, feigning despair. "I don't want to think about it! To me, she'll always be this tiny thing that fits in my arms."

Y/n smiled, squeezing her husband's hand lightly. "Well, we have time until then. For now, we just need to enjoy every second with her."

Daniel agreed, letting himself get lost once again in the sight of his daughter sleeping so peacefully. His heart felt like it was going to explode with love.

He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Never, in all his years of racing, winning and adrenaline, had he felt anything as intense as that moment. And he knew, with all the certainty in the world, that nothing would surpass the happiness of having his family by his side.

"We'll handle this, won't we?" He whispered with a light laugh, his voice low and soft.

Y/n smiled, feeling the familiarity in that gesture, as if, despite the change Anne had brought to their lives, there was still a great connection between the two.

"Of course. We always manage to get things done, don't we? We're a team."

"A good team," he agreed, looking at her with a slight smile. "But if you need a break, just let me know. We'll share everything... even if it means I stay up at night with her." Daniel made a funny face, winking at Y/n. "I'm great with babies. I've learned, I swear."

Y/n chuckled softly. "I'm starting to believe it, Ricciardo. But I'm going to hold you accountable, okay? I want to see that fatherly talent in action."

"Leave it to me. I'll find some good excuses to do the hard work," the pilot joked, giving her a light nudge.

She looked at him fondly, and for a moment, the weight of everything seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the joy of being together, forming a family. "I love you, Danny." She said it simply, but full of meaning.

"I love you, Y/n"

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