#yes you are looking at a natural ginger

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bcuz they hit a #1 chart spot

will hajoonie ever remember me at a concert again :(((

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[mrsfancyferrari]

Hey I hope you've having an amazing day/evening/night. This is my first time requesting something😅, and I was wondering if you could possibility write something like what you did with my type but the reader having natural auburn curly hair, with freckles thinking that she's not his type or something along those lines.

Gold in Snow

Summary: you and lando are in a relationship but you're reserving hate comments about you being a ginger, with freckles because the fans don't think you're his type

Song: Golden Hour · JVKE

Author’s note: Please like, reblog and share this! 🫶

Word count: 5.8k

MASTERLIST - F1

The roar of the crowd was deafening. Another podium finish for Lando, another shower of champagne soaking his expensive suit. You watched from the relative calm of the garage, a small smile playing on your lips.

He looked genuinely happy, and that, more than anything, made the constant noise and pressure of Formula 1 palatable.

You’d been dating Lando Norris for almost a year now. A year of stolen moments, whispered secrets in hotel rooms, and navigating the chaotic whirlwind that was his life. A year of pure bliss…mostly.

The “mostly” came in the form of comment sections. Forums. Twitter threads dedicated to dissecting every pixel of your existence and comparing it to the accepted prototype of a WAG – Wives and Girlfriends – in the F1 world.

You were… different.

They’d say it with a thinly veiled, almost clinical detachment, but the message was always the same: you didn’t fit. You were too… ginger. Too freckled. Too… you.

The ginger part bothered them the most. Lando was a global superstar, practically sculpted from marble, with a smile that could melt glaciers. He was everything they wanted him to be: conventionally attractive, charming, and effortlessly cool.

And you? You were… well, very, very pale. Your hair was a fiery halo, and your skin was dotted with a constellation of freckles that bloomed fiercer in the summer sun.

“He likes the exotic look,” one comment had sniped. “She’s probably got a killer tan when she’s not hiding in the shade.”

You’d chuckled then, a hollow sound that didn’t quite reach your heart. Exotic? You’d spent your life battling sunburns and jokes about having no soul.

And killer tan? Honey, you burned so fast, lifeguards would start applying sunscreen just by looking at you.

You tried to ignore it. Lando certainly seemed to. He showered you with affection, praised your quick wit and sharp mind, and constantly reminded you how beautiful he found you, flaws and all.

But the insidious comments burrowed under your skin, planting seeds of doubt that you desperately tried to weed out.

You saw him heading towards the garage now, adrenaline still buzzing through him. His eyes found yours, and that signature Lando grin spread across his face. Your heart did that familiar little flip.

“Hey!” he said, pulling you into a hug. He smelled of champagne and victory. “Did you see that last overtake? Unbelievable!”

You laughed, burying your face in his still-damp fire suit. “Yes, I saw it. You were amazing, as always. Just try not to spray me next time, okay?”

He pulled back, his brow furrowed. “You okay? You seem… quiet.”

You forced a smile. “Just tired. It’s been a long weekend.”

He didn't look convinced, but he didn't push. “Well, we’re flying back tomorrow morning. We can just chill in the hotel tonight. Order some room service, maybe watch a movie?”

“Sounds perfect,” you said, meaning it. Just the two of you, away from the cameras and the judgment.

That night, as you lay in his arms in the dimly lit hotel room, the familiar ache in your chest returned. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were somehow… undeserving.

“Lando?” you whispered, the sound barely audible above the hum of the air conditioning.

“Hmm?” He nuzzled into your hair.

“Do you… do you ever read the comments? About us?”

He stiffened slightly. “I try not to. You know how toxic that can be.”

“But you do read them, right? Sometimes?”

He sighed, a heavy sound that vibrated against your chest. “Okay, yeah, sometimes. But I don’t pay any attention to them. They’re just… noise.”

“Noise that says I’m not good enough for you.” The words tumbled out before you could stop them.

He pulled back, his eyes searching yours in the dimness. “What? That’s ridiculous. Who says that?”

“Everyone. Online, anyway. They don’t think I’m your type. They think I’m… too ginger. Too freckled. Too… plain.”

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones. “Hey. Look at me. You are absolutely stunning. Inside and out. You are intelligent, funny, kind, and you have the most beautiful smile in the world. And yes,” he added with a mischievous grin, “I also happen to think your hair is gorgeous, and your freckles are like little constellations scattered across your skin. They’re unique, just like you.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. “But they say…”

“They say a lot of things. People are always going to have opinions. But their opinions don’t matter. Only mine does. And I think you are perfect.”

He leaned in and kissed you, a slow, tender kiss that chased away the doubts, at least for a moment.

But even as you melted into him, a small, insidious voice whispered in the back of your mind: He’s just saying that. He has to say that.

The knot in your stomach tightened with each passing day, each new photo plastered across social media. You and Lando, laughing at a restaurant, holding hands at the airport, just being normal.

What shouldn't have been a cause for concern, was. It should have been a happy bubble of romance, but it was quickly becoming a breeding ground for anxiety, a place where your insecurities festered and grew.

Because under each picture, nestled amongst the supportive comments and heart emojis, they lurked. The whispers, the not-so-subtle digs.

"He could do so much better." "She's not even his type." "Another generic influencer." And the worst of it? "Ginger + Freckles = No."

You knew it was irrational. Lando loved you. He told you every day, showed you in a million little ways, from the way he held your hand to the way he looked at you with genuine adoration.

But the internet had a way of burrowing into your brain, planting seeds of doubt that blossomed into thorny vines. You found yourself scrutinizing your reflection, picking apart every freckle, every strand of your fiery hair.

Was it too much? Was it enough? Were you enough?

"Penny for your thoughts?" Lando's voice startled you, pulling you back from the precipice of your spiral. He was standing in the doorway of your shared flat, his racing helmet tucked under his arm, a familiar mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Just thinking about this weekend," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. "Excited for the snow."

"Me too! Max and Steve are already counting down the hours. You're coming to the slopes tomorrow, right?"

You hesitated. "I… I have something I need to do in the morning. I'll meet you guys up there later, okay?"

Lando frowned, his blue eyes searching yours. "Everything alright, love? You seem a bit off."

"I'm fine," you insisted, forcing a smile. "Just… a doctor's appointment. Nothing serious. I'll explain later. Promise."

He didn't look convinced, but he knew better than to push. "Alright. Just text me when you're on your way. Drive safe.”

He kissed your forehead, the warmth of his touch a brief comfort against the chill that had settled within you and left.

The next morning, the drive to the snow mountains felt endless. Each mile was another step closer to the potential storm brewing in your head.

You told yourself you were being ridiculous, that you were letting faceless strangers dictate your feelings. But the seed of doubt had been planted, watered, and was now taking root.

When you finally arrived at the ski resort, the crisp mountain air did little to soothe your nerves. You walked into the reception area, the scent of pine and hot chocolate thick in the air.

"Name?" the receptionist asked, her eyes glued to the computer screen.

"It's… uh… Y/L/N, party of Lando Norris."

The receptionist's fingers clicked across the keyboard, and she looked up, a polite professional smile gracing her lips. "Ah, yes. Mr. Norris's party. You're all set. Here's your lift pass. Your equipment rental is just through those doors. Have a wonderful day."

You collected your ski boots and poles from the rental shop, the familiar weight grounding you slightly. You'd been skiing since you were a kid, practically born on the slopes.

It was one of the few places you felt truly free, truly yourself.

You strapped on your skis and headed towards the main lift, scanning the crowd for a flash of Lando's familiar McLaren Racing beanie or the boisterous laughter of Max and Steve.

The lift carried you higher and higher, the view expanding to reveal a breathtaking panorama of snow-covered peaks and pristine valleys.

For a moment, the internet, the comments, the doubts, all faded away. You breathed in the crisp air, feeling the thrill of anticipation course through you.

As you reached the top, you spotted them. Lando, grinning and waving, Max, already carving down the slope with reckless abandon, and Steve, carefully navigating the beginner trail.

You took a deep breath, pushed off, and let gravity do its work. The wind whipped through your hair, the sun glinted off the snow, and for the first time that day, you felt a genuine smile spread across your face.

You were good. Really good. You weaved and turned, carving graceful arcs in the powder, your ginger hair a vibrant streak against the white landscape. You glided past other skiers, feeling the rush of adrenaline as you navigated the slopes with practiced ease.

You found yourself on a black diamond run, moguls stretching out before you like frozen waves. This was where you belonged, where you felt alive. You took a deep breath and launched yourself into the challenge, navigating the bumps and dips with precision and skill.

Suddenly, you heard a whoop of excitement and a familiar voice. "Wow, check out the ginger ninja!"

You glanced over your shoulder and saw a couple of guys, clearly impressed by your skiing skills.

You grinned, threw them a wink, and continued your descent, the compliment a small spark of warmth against the doubt that still lingered.

The crisp mountain air bit at Lando’s cheeks, painting them a matching shade to the gaudy orange ski suit Max insisted he wear. He shifted his weight from one ski boot to the other, impatience radiating off him in visible waves.

He’d been waiting at the base of the slope for what felt like an eternity. Max was already halfway up the mountain for his third run. Steve was content to nurse a lukewarm hot chocolate and offer unsolicited advice on Lando’s form, despite the fact Lando hadn't even put his skis on yet.

"She's taking her time," Steve commented, taking another careful sip. "Probably intimidated by the black runs."

Lando rolled his eyes, though fondness softened the gesture. He knew you weren't intimidated by anything. This was more than likely your first time on the slopes, so you were probably taking it easy.

You were a natural athlete, thriving on competition, but you’d also confessed, with a sheepish grin, that skiing looked deceptively easy on TV.

He was about to tell Steve as much when Steve suddenly straightened, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh, there's your girl!"

Lando spun around, instantly forgetting the cold, the wait, and Steve’s irritating commentary. He searched the throng of skiers snaking down the slope, his heart doing a little skip. And then he saw you.

You moved with a surprising grace, your skis carving effortless arcs in the snow. Sunlight caught in your fiery red hair, turning it into a cascade of glittering copper. Each freckle seemed to dance on your skin, illuminated by the mountain sun.

He knew, objectively, that you were beautiful. He saw it every day. But seeing you now, flushed with exertion and radiant with joy, took his breath away.

He froze, utterly captivated, as you approached. You navigated the final stretch with smooth confidence. “Show off,” he muttered under his breath, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You slowed to a stop, kicking up a spray of snow just inches from his boots.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, laughing. You pushed your goggles up onto your forehead, revealing eyes the color of warm honey. "Sorry! How long have you been waiting?"

Your cheeks were rosy, your breath misting in the cold air. Lando stared, speechless.

"Baby? What's wrong?" you asked, your brow furrowing with concern. You reached out, your ungloved hand gently touching his cheek. The cold stung, but he barely noticed.

He swallowed, his voice a low rasp. "You're beautiful."

The words were a whisper, almost lost in the wind. He hadn’t meant to say it so abruptly, so…exposed. But the sight of you, framed by the snow-covered peaks, had rendered him incapable of coherent thought.

Your eyes widened slightly, and a blush bloomed on your cheeks, a delicate counterpoint to the healthy glow of the mountain air. "Lando," you said softly, "you okay? Are you coming down with something?"

He blinked, shaking himself slightly. "No, I'm fine. More than fine, actually. You just…you look incredible."

Steve coughed pointedly beside him. Max, having apparently teleported from the top of the mountain, snickered. Lando shot them both a warning glare. They knew how self-conscious you were, especially around his racing colleagues.

The comments section of his social media had been a cesspool ever since you two became public. Hateful words about your appearance, thinly veiled as concerned opinions that you weren’t “his type,” were a constant, ugly background noise.

He knew it bothered you, even though you tried to brush it off with a laugh and a casual, "Haters gonna hate." But he saw the flicker of hurt in your eyes when you thought no one was looking.

He hated those comments, hated the people who wrote them, and hated that they had the power to make you feel anything less than extraordinary.

He took your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. "Ignore them," he said, his voice firm, his gaze locked on yours.

You looked confused. "Ignore who? Max and Steve?"

"Everyone," he said, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. "Anyone who makes you feel like you're anything less than perfect. Because you are. Perfect. Just the way you are."

The blush on your cheeks deepened, and you ducked your head slightly, a shy smile playing on your lips. "You're sweet," you mumbled. "But I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea."

"Good," Lando said fiercely. "You're mine. And that's all that matters." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, ignoring Max's exaggerated gagging noises.

He pulled back and met your gaze, his expression serious. "Listen to me. Don't ever let anyone tell you that you're not beautiful, or that you're not good enough, or that you don't belong. Because they're wrong. They’re absolutely, unequivocally wrong. You’re amazing, inside and out. You’re kind, you’re funny, you’re fiercely intelligent, and yes, you’re unbelievably beautiful. And I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you."

A tear, born of emotion and the biting wind, escaped your eye. "You're going to make me cry," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

"Good," Lando said, wiping the tear away with his thumb. "Let them see you cry. Let them see how real and how beautiful you are. Don't hide anything. Don't let anyone dim your light."

He knew his words were bold, maybe even a little cheesy, but he meant every single one of them. He wanted you to know, deep down, that he saw you, truly saw you, and that nothing anyone said would ever change that.

Max, surprisingly, had stopped snickering. He clapped Lando on the shoulder. "Alright, mate, enough with the declarations of love. Let's hit the slopes. Before I get frostbite."

Steve nodded in agreement. “He’s right, Lando. You can gush later. Right now, let’s see if your girl’s got what it takes.” He winked at you. “No pressure.”

You smiled, the tension easing from your shoulders. "Pressure is my middle name," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's go."

Lando grinned, relieved to see the familiar spark back in your eyes. He squeezed your hand one last time before letting go.

He watched as you adjusted your goggles and clicked your poles into the snow. He felt a surge of pride watching you. He knew the comments would still be there, lurking in the shadows of the internet, waiting to pounce.

But he also knew that you were strong. You were resilient. And you had him.

He grabbed his own skis, a newfound confidence coursing through him. He would protect you, always. But more than that, he would celebrate you, every freckle, every fiery strand of hair, every brilliant facet of your being.

As you pushed off, gracefully navigating the gentle slope, Lando felt a lightness in his heart that had nothing to do with the altitude. He knew, without a doubt, that their love story was just beginning, and he couldn't wait to see where it would take them.

He followed you down the slope, his orange ski suit a beacon against the white snow. He caught up to you easily, skiing alongside you, matching your pace.

"So," he said, grinning mischievously. "Think you can keep up with me, ginger?"

You laughed, a bright, joyful sound that echoed through the mountains. "Try me, Papaya boy."

And with that, you kicked it up a notch, leaving Lando in your snowy wake.

He laughed, his heart soaring.

He pushed off, determined to catch up, knowing that even if he never did, he would be perfectly content just to chase you, forever. . . .

The papaya coloured dress hung on you, a vibrant splash of sunshine in the sterile white bathroom. It was Lando’s favourite colour, or so he claimed. He said it reminded him of McLaren, of speed, of… you.

But all you could see in the mirror was a canvas of imperfections.

Your reflection stared back, a stranger dissected and judged. The fiery red hair, usually a source of pride, now felt like a neon sign screaming "OUT OF PLACE."

The constellation of freckles scattered across your nose and cheeks, tiny sun-kissed stars Lando often traced with his fingertip, seemed like blemishes, flaws magnified under the harsh bathroom light.

The original plan, a simple elegance of no-makeup and loose waves, lay discarded. You'd envisioned a carefree evening, a confident entrance with Lando by your side.

Now, the thought of facing the public, the prying eyes, the inevitable whispers, felt like climbing a mountain of anxiety.

Social media had been a minefield lately. Ever since your relationship with Lando Norris became public, the comment sections had become a breeding ground for toxicity. Most were overwhelmingly supportive, celebrating your love.

But a persistent undercurrent of negativity gnawed at your confidence. The "fans," or rather, the internet trolls masquerading as them, were relentless.

“She’s not his type.”

“He could do so much better.”

“Ginger? Really? He's lowering his standards.”

The worst were the comments picking apart your appearance. The freckles, the hair, the perceived lack of "glamour." They painted you as an anomaly, someone who didn't belong in Lando's world. It was absurd, of course.

Lando loved you for you. He told you every day. But the insidious nature of online hate was that it seeped in, whispering doubts in your ear when you were most vulnerable.

Tonight, facing a McLaren party filled with glamorous personalities and industry insiders, the doubts had reached a crescendo. You grabbed a tissue from the dispenser, dabbing at the corners of your eyes, fighting back the overwhelming urge to cry.

The reflection in the mirror blurred, the colours swam, and the vibrant papaya felt like a mocking reminder of everything you weren't.

That’s when you heard the familiar click of the front door.

“Y/n?” Lando’s voice echoed through the house, a warm, comforting sound that momentarily cut through the anxiety clouding your mind.

Panic seized you. You couldn't let him see you like this, a mess of insecurities and mascara-smeared cheeks. You needed to compose yourself, to build up a façade of confidence before facing him.

Quickly, you turned the small lock on the bathroom door. The click was loud in the sudden silence.

“Y/n?” he called again, his voice closer now. ���Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just… just getting ready,” you managed, trying to inject a lightness into your tone that felt utterly fake. Your voice wavered, betraying your true state. “I’ll be out in a second.”

You heard him pause outside the door. “You sure? You sound… different.”

He knew you too well. He always did. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears away. “Just a bit of a headache. Nothing serious.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment, thick with unspoken concern. You could almost feel his presence on the other side of the door.

“Okay,” he said finally, his voice softening. “But don’t rush. I’m happy to wait. Do you want me to get you some water?”

His thoughtfulness, his unwavering care, only made the guilt swell inside you. He was so genuine, so supportive, and here you were, hiding from him, consumed by the petty insecurities fueled by strangers on the internet.

“No, I’m fine,” you insisted, a little too quickly. “Just… give me a few more minutes, okay?”

“Alright,” he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice. You heard him move away from the door. ���I’ll be in the living room.”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning against the cool porcelain of the sink. This couldn’t go on. You couldn't let these hateful comments dictate your life, dictate your relationship.

Lando deserved better. You deserved better.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the cold tap, splashing water on your face. You grabbed a towel and gently patted your skin dry, removing the remnants of your almost-attempted makeup.

You looked at yourself again, really looked.

The fiery hair, the freckles, the flaws… they were all part of you. They were what made you unique, what made you you. And Lando loved you for it. He saw beauty where others saw imperfections.

He saw strength where others saw vulnerability. Why were you letting the opinions of anonymous strangers outweigh the love and adoration of the man you adored?

You let out a shaky sigh, a weight lifting from your shoulders. It wasn't a complete cure, the insecurities wouldn't vanish overnight, but it was a start.

With newfound resolve, you took another look at the papaya dress. It shimmered under the light, a vibrant symbol of sunshine and joy. You smoothed the fabric down, a small smile gracing your lips.

You unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out.

Lando was standing in the living room, fiddling with his phone. He looked up as you entered, his face immediately lighting up. He was wearing a simple dark suit, impeccably tailored, but it was the genuine warmth in his eyes that truly caught your attention.

He took a step towards you, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe. The smile widened.

“Wow,” he breathed, his voice laced with admiration. “You look absolutely stunning.”

You blushed, the compliment genuine and heartfelt. “Thank you.”

He closed the distance between you, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs gently stroked your cheeks, tracing the familiar pattern of your freckles.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft with concern. “You seemed a bit… off earlier.”

You hesitated, the urge to brush it off still lingering. But you knew you couldn't hide from him. He deserved the truth.

“I… I saw some comments online,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “About… about me. About not being ‘your type.’”

His expression darkened, his eyes hardening with anger. “Don’t you dare listen to those people, Y/n,” he said fiercely, his grip on your face tightening slightly.

“They don’t know anything. My ‘type’ is someone who is kind, intelligent, funny, and beautiful, inside and out. Someone who makes me laugh every single day. Someone who challenges me and supports me, even when I’m being an idiot. That’s you, Y/n. That's always been you."

He paused, his gaze searching yours, making sure you understood the sincerity of his words.

"And as for the… the physical stuff," he continued, his voice softening again. "Your hair is the most beautiful shade of red I've ever seen. Your freckles are like little constellations, guiding me through the darkness. And that little dimple you get when you smile? Drives me absolutely crazy."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you’re not good enough, Y/n. Because to me, you are perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time, they were tears of relief, of gratitude, of love.

You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “I love you, Lando,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his jacket.

He held you tight, his arms a comforting embrace. “I love you too, Y/n. More than you know.”

After a long moment, you pulled back, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. You took a deep breath, feeling a surge of confidence wash over you.

Lando was right. You couldn't let the negativity of others define you. You had his love, his support, and that was all that mattered.

You looked at him, a genuine smile gracing your lips. "Ready to go to this party?"

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Absolutely. And just so you know, I'm planning on spending the entire night showing you off to everyone. They need to see how lucky I am."

He took your hand in his, his fingers interlacing with yours. As you walked out the door together, you knew, with absolute certainty, that you were exactly where you were supposed to be. And that, you realised, was all that truly mattered.

The haters could say what they wanted. You had Lando, you had your love, and that was more than enough. The papaya dress suddenly felt like armour, not a target.

You were ready to face the world, hand in hand, imperfections and all. . . .

The party was exactly what you expected: loud music, flashing lights, and a sea of familiar faces from the F1 world – drivers, team principals, engineers, and their partners.

The sheer volume of people made your anxiety prickle, but Lando kept a firm grip on your hand, navigating you through the crowd.

He introduced you to what felt like a hundred people, his arm possessively around your waist, his smile beaming. You tried to focus on the conversations, to be witty and engaging, but the whispers seemed to follow you, phantom echoes of the comments haunting your mind.

“Lando’s with her?”

“She’s… different.”

“Not exactly what I expected.”

You squeezed Lando’s hand tighter, trying to ground yourself. He seemed oblivious to the undercurrents, his attention solely focused on you.

“Having fun?” he asked, his voice barely audible above the music.

You forced a smile. “Yeah, it’s… great.”

He looked at you, his eyes searching. He knew you better than anyone, and he could see the forced cheerfulness masking your discomfort.

“Hey,” he murmured, pulling you closer. “If you want to leave, we can. We don’t have to stay here.”

“No,” you said quickly. “No, I’m fine. I want to be here. With you.”

He smiled, relieved. "Okay, but seriously, if you change your mind, just say the word."

Just then, a tall, lanky figure approached, his face breaking into a wide grin. “Lando! Mate, good to see you.”

“Oscar!” Lando clapped him on the back. “Good to see you too. Oscar, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Oscar Piastri.”

Oscar offered you his hand, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You shook his hand, trying to gauge his expression. Was there judgment there? Pity? You couldn’t tell. “Likewise, Oscar. Congratulations on your season so far.”

“Thanks,” he said, his smile genuine. "It's been... interesting, to say the least." He paused, then gestured to a woman standing beside him. "And this is my girlfriend, Lily."

Lily stepped forward, her smile warm and inviting. She had kind eyes and a simple elegance that immediately put you at ease. "It's lovely to meet you, Y/N. Lando talks about you all the time."

You blushed, glancing at Lando, who just winked. "All good things, I hope?"

Lily laughed. "Of course! He's completely smitten."

The four of you fell into easy conversation, discussing the season, the pressures of being in the spotlight, and the challenges of maintaining relationships in such a demanding environment.

You found yourself relaxing, the tension slowly draining away. Lily was refreshingly down-to-earth, and Oscar, despite his reserved demeanour, had a dry wit that you found endearing.

As the conversation flowed, you noticed Lily subtly steer the topic towards your interests, asking about your work, your hobbies, and your passions.

She seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you, not just as Lando’s girlfriend, but as an individual.

“So, Y/N” Lily said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, “Lando tells me you’re a writer? That’s fascinating! What kind of writing do you do?”

“I dabble in a bit of everything,” you replied, feeling your confidence grow. “Short stories, poetry, some freelance journalism. It depends on what sparks my interest, really.”

“That’s amazing,” she gushed. “I’ve always admired people who can write. It’s such a powerful way to express yourself.”

Oscar nodded in agreement. “It is. I’m useless at it. Give me a steering wheel any day.”

Laughter bubbled up from your chest, your earlier anxieties fading into the background. You were having a genuine, enjoyable conversation, with people who seemed to genuinely care about you.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the noise. “Lando, darling! There you are!”

A woman, dripping in diamonds and designer clothes, glided towards you, her eyes scanning you from head to toe with blatant disapproval. You recognized her as the wife of a prominent team principal, a woman known for her sharp tongue and even sharper judgment.

Lando’s smile faltered slightly as he turned to face her. “Genevieve, good to see you.”

She completely ignored Oscar and Lily, her gaze fixed on you. “And who is this, Lando? A new… acquaintance?”

You felt your cheeks flush, the familiar knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach. You knew what was coming.

Lando’s arm tightened around your waist. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

The woman’s eyebrows shot up. “This is your girlfriend? How… interesting.” Her tone dripped with condescension. “Well, congratulations, darling. I’m sure you’re very happy.”

She turned back to Lando, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Lando, darling, you really could do so much better. Don't you want to think about your image?”

You felt your heart sink. This was it. The moment of truth. You braced yourself for the inevitable onslaught of negativity.

But then, something unexpected happened. Lando’s eyes flashed with anger, and his grip on your waist tightened protectively.

“I’m perfectly happy, thank you,” he said, his voice cold and firm. “And Y/N is more than enough. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

He turned his back on the woman, effectively dismissing her. He looked at you, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, still reeling from the encounter. “Yeah,” you mumbled. "I'm okay

Lily stepped forward, her expression fierce. “Honestly, some people are just ridiculous,” she said, her voice laced with scorn. “Don’t let her get to you, Y/N. She’s just jealous.”

Oscar nodded in agreement. “She’s got nothing better to do than spread negativity. Ignore her.”

Lando squeezed your hand. “They’re right. Don’t let her ruin your night.”

You looked at them, at Lando, at Lily, at Oscar. You saw genuine support, genuine kindness, genuine acceptance. And suddenly, the weight on your chest lifted. The comments, the whispers, the judgment – they didn’t matter.

You had people who loved you, who supported you, who valued you for who you were, not for who the internet thought you should be.

You took a deep breath, straightened your shoulders, and smiled. “You know what? You’re right. I’m not going to let her ruin my night.”

Lando grinned, relieved. “That’s the spirit. Now, how about we get out of here and go somewhere more… private?” He winked suggestively.

Lily laughed. “Sounds like a plan. Oscar, you’re driving, right? I’ve had one too many cocktails.”

As you walked away, hand in hand with Lando, you glanced back at Lily and Oscar, a warm feeling of gratitude washing over you. You had found unexpected allies, people who saw past the surface and appreciated you for who you were.

You were still an outsider, still a ginger with freckles, still not “his type” according to the internet. But tonight, surrounded by love and support, you didn’t care. You had Lando, you had friends, and you had the courage to be yourself.

And that, you realised, was more than enough. The papaya dress no longer felt like armour, but a symbol of your strength, your resilience, and your unwavering commitment to being true to yourself.

You were you and you were happy. . . .

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landonorris

Happy anniversary to my beautiful girl. Two years. Two years of laughter, adventures, and learning to love you more fiercely every single day. I know the internet can be a dark place, especially for someone as radiant as you. Don't listen to anyone who talks about you bad, especially those whispering nonsense about "types." They see a snapshot; I see the whole damn masterpiece.

Your fiery hair is sunshine on a cloudy day, each freckle a tiny star mapping out the constellation of my heart. They don't see the intelligence that sparkles in your eyes, the quick wit that keeps me on my toes, or the unwavering kindness you show to everyone you meet. They don’t see you. You are everything I could ever want, and more than I ever deserve. So, happy anniversary, my love. Let's keep painting our world with joy, ignoring the noise, and celebrating the beautiful, unique you. I love you more than words can say. ❤️

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[kabuki-writes]

The Laugh of Nero

chapter: 4 chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 5

pairing: emperor geta/emperor caracalla x acacius' daughter!reader

summary: General Acacius faces the consequences of his conspiracy, while his daughter unexpectedly meets Emperor Caracalla alone for the first time.

warning(s): mention of violence | mention of alcohol | swearing | semi-edited | english is not my first language, faults may occur | please let me know if i missed anything

Note: -

word count: 3.6k

Romans loved the story of old philosopher Seneca. He was once the teacher of Emperor Nero almost 200 years ago and although body was dead, his life continued through writings: one of it being the drama 'Octavia'. It was a popular play in the amphitheaters of Ancient Rome and beyond. And it was a favorite of yours.

The plot focused on three days during which the Emperor divorced and exiled his wife Claudia Octavia and married another, his lover Poppaea Sabina. It was indeed a tragedy, that gave the audience a glimpse into the madness of Nero, the wisdom of Seneca and the tragedy of Octavia. Oh how you could relate to Octavia. The divergence between her fear, hatred and sadness against her will to withstand and be wiser than what was thrown against her, it intrigued you. Somehow you felt the same in your current situation. On the one handside you feared the future and displeased the attention of the Emperors on you, yet you wanted to do everything to persevere. In a way, the stoic nature of Seneca's character in this play gave you some kind of guidance too. Stoicism, maybe you needed to stick to that even more as you were not able to control your surroundings as it seemed?

You took your seat in the upper-ranks of the amphitheater, accompanied by two of your closest friends. Cicero was one of the grandsons of senator Gracchus and now served as one of the senate’s transcriptors for as long as he was not old enough to candidate for a political mandate himself. The other one was Lydia, the daughter of General Britannicus, who fought alongside your father countless of times and was now fighting with his legions in the far north of the Empire. "Oh, i hope Scato is going to play Octavia this time! The last time i saw him in the role of Electra - it was just mesmerizing. He is just so handsome", Lydia sighed, as she always seemed to be that actor's number one supporter. You and Cicero laughed in response before you gave your friend a small pat on the shoulder. "I already heard that you approached him after the last play. Beware actors, Lydia. They might be charming, but they're also free spirits," you explained with a smirk on your lips, before Cicero added. "Oh everyone would run, when they hear about her father."

"Come on! Stop it! I am just daydreaming! I know he will never let me spend time with someone that isn't a boring military officer!" Lydia turned her face away because she turned completely red, but as she did, she noticed the black armory of the Praetorian guards, who escorted one of the Emperors to the royal box of the Amphitheater. "y/n, Cicero, look!"

You quickly turned your eyes to the scene and your face went pale in an instant, when you saw the luxurious decorated robe, the blonde-ginger hair and the golden laurel wreath. That profile, the curved nose and the make up... you instantly noticed, which brother was here to witness the play of 'Octavia'.

Nero.

In that very moment, he turned his head in an attempt to take a look at the crowd and you tried your best to keep your head low, while your sight was locked to the stage in front of you.

"Is everything alright, y/n?", Cicero asked irritated, while he tried to make sense of your sudden change of behavior.

"Yes, yes i just... i've never seen Emperor Caracalla here."

"Really? He comes to the theater quite often to watch plays", Lydia managed to say, before the crowd slowly fell silent as the first actor slowly walked on stage. The young woman next to you blushed and you could feel Lydia's hand clinging on your arm as if she needed something to hold on - the actor was indeed Scato and the costume he wore was 'Octavia' - a flowing robe with a long, curled wig and extravagant make-up that captured the sadness of her character perfectly.

But you couldn't really focus. Your eyes went to the royal box, the best place to watch the play in a comfortable isolation from the rest of the spectators. Here he sat, accompanied by an entourage of 'friends' and a little monkey which sat on his lap. Suddenly his eyes went from the stage over the crowd and suddenly, he saw you. Your heart sunk to your feet and you instantly turned back to the stage to witness Scato's monologue. He had seen you... and what you were not able to witness now was how he turned to one of his Praetorian Guards, to which he whispered an order.

You tried to keep calm as you stared at the stage, where Octavia was now accompanied by a chorus, who wept for the terrible treason she had to endure when Nero decided to take another woman as his wife. Meanwhile your fingers clinged into the fabric of your toga-styled dress as you gathered your thoughts. You still recalled the words you'd talked with him at the Collosseum - the way you had his attention. Women would kill for what you were able to get if you just continue - but then you heard the words of your father, you saw his worried eyes in front of you and you knew something was terribly wrong.

You were so encaptured in your own thoughts that Lydia grabbed your arm again, but this time it was not because she was about to fall for the man on stage, but because a Praetorian Guard was standing right at the side of your seats and pointed at you. "You. Follow me," he ordered in a very demanding tone, while your friends looked at you in shock. They didn't know what you'd witnessed before, so you grabbed their hands and just gave them an encouraging smile. "Don't worry about me, we see each other soon, alright?", you whispered before you stood up and followed the guard upstairs to the place where Emperor Caracalla had his seat.

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"y/n, what a pleasant surprise to meet you here! Please, take a seat!", you heard the voice of Emperor Caracalla as you stepped into the royal box of the amphitheater and bowed to him.

"Leave us, Go!", he hissed quickly to his entourage, who - without a word - got up from their seats and left as quickly as they could, but not without giving you a two-faced look. It was almost as if they already knew something you didn't, as if they both pitied and envied you at the same time. You hold their glances to not give in to any mockery they might've had in their minds and would speak out to each other when they were gone. Then it was only you and the young Emperor,... and his pet monkey, which was seemingly busy eating grapes from a bowl of fruit.

With slow, careful movements you approached the seats in the front and sat down beside Caracalla, his eyes never leaving you as you did. "A funny coincidence, is it not? I remember that we talked about 'Octavia' and here we are now", he chuckled, while he leaned back and for a moment, he watched the stage, where Seneca approached Nero about the divorce of his first wife.

"A coincidence, indeed", you answered and followed his glance. There he was, the mad Emperor, who complained about the unfair treatment of him through his own mother, which he cursed over and over again. At that point she was already dead - believed to be murdered by an order of Nero himself.

"You haven't fully answered me back then, when i asked why you see yourself as Nero". The question came from your mouth while you still followed the actor's movements in his luxurious decorated robes, a red wig on his head - it somehow reminded you of Caracalla.

"The play is written to portray him as a monster, am i sitting next to one?"

Maybe it was almost too bold to ask that. You already regretted speaking those words out loud, when his view instantly switched to you, his blue eyes digging into you like a sharp blade. Suddenly, he simply burst into a resounding laughter, that made your lose your breath for a moment, as you stared at him with irritation.

"Gods, you're really amusing", Caracalla grinned wide, showing off his gold tooth. Nonetheless he gave you an answer. "It depends..."

He raised his hand and let his little monkey climb on it. When he reached his shoulder, Caracalla took a grape and fed it to the animal, before it started to groom his wild hair. Not caring about it, he continued. "Everyone views Nero as mad for breaking the chains that his mother and his predecessor layed on him. He never loved Octavia, yet he had to marry her. He never wanted to be Emperor, yet he became one. His mother tried to control him, so much so, that he needed to get rid of this old hag." The last words were almost a hissing tone, as if he was speaking of something he could truly relate to.

"Now everyone is plotting against him, the Gods, his damned first wife, his teacher, all of Rome, only because he started to follow his own path and married the woman he loved. A tragedy, truly - not just for Octavia, don't you think?"

He looked straight into your eyes, waiting for your answer and you sensed that this was a key moment, where you could say something wrong. In a way, you could see what he meant, but there was something he didn't see. Nero broke the chains, yes, but he broke them with cruelty, murder and terror.

"Isn't everything in our lives a tragedy?", you asked and it seemed to please Caracalla, as his bright grin returned, before he turned to the stage once more, crawling his pet monkey while he followed the next scene.

Oh how he could relate to those words. No one could understand the tragedy of his own life, always being seen as the underestimated, 'weaker' and younger brother. But he enjoyed this talk more than he was willing to admit. And he was sure that you were able to understand him to a certain degree, the first woman to do so.

Suddenly, his pet jumped over to you, climbing onto your shoulder and taking a strain of hair to look at your curls.

"Dondus, no! Don't hurt the fair lady!" In an instant, Caracalla jumped from his seat, but before he tried to take the monkey again, he noticed your sudden yet beautiful laugh and how you reached out to pat Dondus carefully, softly, with your filigran fingers. How he wished that those fingers would touch him in that very moment, while his hands stiffened.

"It is fine, please - don't worry", you said quickly, since the monkey didn't hurt you in any way - in fact the way he climbed on your shoulders, touched your hair with his tiny fingers and groomed them with interest in his dark eyes, was very cute. And your reaction was honest.

"I think, he likes you", Caracalla mumbled, while he returned to his seat, still watching you how gentle you were with Dondus, one of his only 'real friends'. It was his own pet, his alone and caring for him often calmed his mind. Just as you did in this very moment since no word came from his mouth - he just watched. Why, just why does he have to share you with Geta soon...

Slowly he reached for his cup of wine and poured it down in an attempt to numb his thoughts over this damn fact.

"You said you see yourself in Octavia, but you could be Poppaea", he whispered, his eyes locked on yours.

"I could be," you responded, the focus laying on 'could', while you were still playing with the little monkey. In a way you started to find your path in this game. "Either way my fate would end in death then."

Caracalla laughed boisterous once again in response to your words, while he raised his cup. "And yet you would live in delight instead of agony. Let us toast to the inevitable death of us all". You took your cup and followed his toast.

"To the tragedy of us all." As you drank a first sip of your wine, you still saw how he looked you straight into the eyes. It was clear that he just waited for the next chance to say something and this time he was closer than before, leaning over the armrest of his throne. The Emperor was close enough for you to smell the scent of his perfumes and the wine on him.

"I just know we will have a lot of fun, once we see each other more often," he chuckled. His words hit you, but you tried your best not to drop your mask of neutrality. You'd almost began to enjoy this conversation up to this point. What did he mean by that?

Should you ask? No, it would be terribly impolite to question something like that in the presence of an Emperor. Only your lips parted, while you searched for your next words. Caracalla was the one to grin again, his gold tooth shimmering in the lights that came from the stage of the theater. And his next words rang through your ears like a bell.

"Don't forget to thank your dear father, once you're back home."

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Marcus Acacius walked through the hallways of the Imperial Palace, escorted by the Praetorian Guard. He was not in chains, but wore his dark brown leather armor with the wine red whool cloak and his helmet under his arm - the armor of a General. In fact, he didn't really know why he was even here in the first place. It was quite early for a new war campaign, but he stopped to question them long ago anyways. It wouldn't be a surprise, if the Emperors had already found a new target for their obsession. The mere hunger for expansion was enough to never satisfy both Geta and Caracalla, who simply took military like Acacius and moved them on a map as if they were simple toy figures. The glory of Rome was what they promised the people, yet all the older man had seen was death and despair over and over again - even though he always came back with a victory laurel wreath on his head. What an irony.

The fact that everything was like the last times he was called to the palace, made him unobservant to the fact that he was walking straight into a trap. He was sure that his secret was still a secret - that he and the senators were safe in a way. Maybe safe enough to carry out their plan once the time was ready for it. How wrong he was on this...

When he stepped into the throne room, the guards behind him closed the door and he greeted Emperor Geta according to the protocol in situations like these. "My Emperor", he said with his fist on his chest and his eyes locked on the young man, who stood in front of one of the two elaborately designed thrones, which were placed on a platform at the center of the room.

"General Acacius! It is good to see you again. Come forward...," Geta called and his waving hand was a signal for him to move, to come closer. As he did, Marcus noticed that the other twin was missing, but this wasn't a surprise too since Caracalla was often 'occupied' with other things. In reality, he simply hated politics and rather threw himself into diffent forms of pleasure in an attempt to escape the stuffiness.

They were not alone, a couple of Praetorian guards stood at their distinct positions as they always did and therefore the general simply ignored them.

Meanwhile Geta had to force himself to keep a straight face, when the traitor approached him as if nothing happened at all, as if he was not about to put a sword into his neck with those filthy senators - just as Julius Caesar got betrayed by his kin and the senate as well. The young Emperor would not let this happen again.

"Tell me, General, why did i call for you?"

Acacius brows furrowed, while he looked to the map table, which was standing alone in front of the great window. It was untouched.

"I thought you might answer me that, your Grace. The last time we talked, you granted me a pause before i will regroup my legions in Ostia and start the next campaign in Numidia."

Geta's laughter filled the room in response to the General's words and it took him even more strength to not scream at him.

"Oh, don't worry, Acacius. This plan hasn't changed yet."

Yet. A feeling of unease creeped up his body, as he stood still, his eyes locked on the pale, gingerblonde royal, who stood in front of him in a toga of black and gold.

"But let us be honest now, shall we? I question your loyality to me and my brother, to Rome. As i know, you're meeting with members of the senate," Geta called out and even though this was true, Acacius kept a straight face, hiding his fear in trained perfection.

"As you know, my dear wife is the daughter of senator Galba. Is it now regarded as treason to meet with my father-in-law?"

Geta stepped forward, closing the distance between him and Acacius in an instant, while his jaw clenched in anger. His mind was like a volcano, ready to erupt at any second.

"Do you think we're fools!?", he hissed with an even more aggressive undertone that grew louder with each word. Marcus had to tackle the urge to say 'Yes', in fact there was even so much more he wanted to say right now. That they were tyrants, mad, arrogant and overall spoiled little brats, which he cursed at every given second of his life.

"We know what you're up to Acacius - a snake amongst the men we regarded as the most loyal to our father and to us. How dare you turn against us and plot with those maggots from the senate, even though you've seen that they were not able to rule an Empire for yourself! Have you no respect for Emperor Septimius Severus, who gave you all what you're now!?"

It was too late, he obviously knew. And Acacius was not even able to put in words how much he hated himself for not being able to keep it as a secret long enough. It not only put his own life in danger but the rest of his family too, his wife... his daughter. His jaw clenched at the mere thought of the consequences that might errupt in the aftermath of this audience. Yet he couldn't hold back what was laying under his tongue for so long: "You father still holds my greatest respect and loyalty even after his passing... may the gods grant him peace in elysium. But i've seen your shortcomings many, many times. You lack the wisdom and restraint he had, yes maybe even the love he had for Rome and its people. You and your brother are not worthy of the crowns he placed upon your heads."

Geta's eye twitched and he grabbed a dagger, placing it right in front of Acacius' throat. His whole body trembled in pure wrath at the audacity of that General's words.

"I should kill you now Acacius! I should kill you and all those filthy senators for that treason!", he screamed at him, while his opponent only responded with a cold and collected gaze. This look alone made him Geta even more aggressive and hateful towards Marcus, but killing him would only create another problem - so he went with the path he had already planned in his mind.

"My brother was right, you are a Brutus. But we're not Julius Caesar", Geta hissed against Acacius, leaning his head to the side for a moment, as he studied his stern facial expression. Oh how much he hated it that he didn't fear him. The Emperor wanted to change that.

"We should start all over again, shall we? As a hero of Rome, the people won't be pleased with you being crucified publically... But we can still kill your wife... your daughter?", he started and noticed how - even for a second - the corners of Acacius' mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something against this. Now there was fear, something Acacius tried desperately not to show, but Geta still noticed.

A wide, knowing smile appeared on his face and he nodded in silent agreement. "Ah, now you see the consequences. Yes, i am not above killing you kin and let you watch... but it would be such a shame, such a waste... especially for your beautiful daughter. I wonder how you will explain to her, that you threw her young life away because of your pride"

The blade of his dagger was dangerously close as the tip touched his skin at his neck, while Acacius stood in an almost frozen position.

"I have a proposal for you, Acacius...it is the only option to safe your own life and the ones of those you love the most - wed your daughter to me."

Geta's word hit Marcus like a lightning bolt. His eyes widened in response to the request of the Emperor in front of him. And his heart broke in that very moment.

"I will not sell out my daughter like this", he answered with a firm tone in his voice, but Geta only smirked and leaned forward, whispering in his ear with an amused undertone. He knew that Marcus wasn't able to say 'No' in any way. He loved his daughter too much to watch her die.

"One option, General. She either becomes my wife - and i will make her Empress of Rome. Or she will be crucified alongside your pathetic senators..."

He would always choose her life, but at what cost.

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[sirxlla]

Fun Parenting With The Batboys

(request @nesting-dreams )

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Dick: "Come on, Sweetheart! You got this!" Dick yelled from the stands of your daughters first tee ball game. His face was painted with little hearts in her teams colors, Dick was so proud of his girl.

You came back with nachos for you and him and waters for all three of you. When Jasmin got back to home plate the both of you errupted in pure pride screaming her name. You could tell she was a bit tired, breathing heavy and sweating quite a bit so you went over to her and handed her the water and told her to drink slow as you gently pet her hair.

"Just like we practiced, Sweetheart. I'm so proud of you!" Dick's smile was a mile wide, him and Jasmin had been practicing almost evert day when he he was able.

"Why are we the best?" He kneeled and hugged her tight as he asked her the question.

"Cause we kick butts!" She yelled in excitement as she flexed her tiny muscles the way Dick normally did jokingly.

Jason: Jason was in the garage fixing up your car and he'd probably said it a few times whilst she sat in her high chair so of course she repeated it.

"Fuck!" She repeated after him. He had said it after sitting up off the back board he was using and probably 1,000 other times today.

"Hehhehe, No. Princess, Mommy would kill me if you keep saying that." He told your daughter as a smile tried to itch its way onto his face.

"Fuck!" Aurora said to his face, she just knew it made him laugh and smile and she liked that.

"Rory." He tried to say it in a serious tone as he tried to hide his laugh.

"Fuck!" She giggled as she saw him smile and his eyes lit up.

"Jason Peter Todd, You best not be teaching our sweet little girl to cuss." You said in a sweet but slightly serious tone as you came to help him work on your car.

"Fuck!" Aurora giggled trying to make her mom laugh like she did her dad.

"She started it!" Jason jokes back at you laughing.

"Daddy say fuck!" She asks him with a giggle cause him saying it made her laugh and vice versa, a merry-go-round of laughs between the two of them.

"If you're gonna teach her the words, thats fine but make sure she knows when and when not to say them and how to use them properly." You spoke with a sincere tone to Jason. Jasons jaw dropped at your words, he was suprised.

"You'd be okay with that?" He asked with astonishment in his voice. Although he was suprised it made him happy to know you werent a stickler for general parenting rules everyone else seemed to have.

"Yes, its fine but she doesnt need to use the words directed at us and she needs to know what they mean and how to use them."

"Fuck!" Aurora continued trying to make her Daddy smile.

"Rory, Daddy doesn't want you to say that right now, please?" Jason realized how important this all was, He was taking this Dad thing serious and Aurora could tell so she stopped. He did teach her thoughout time how to use them properly and to not use them at teachers or family.

Bruce: Bruce "really wasn't one for children" he'd tell you but that was before you went through nine months to have his daughter. A daughter was a change of pace from all the boys and plus she was blood, not that that made the boys any less his but May would look like you both and she'd have mannerisms from you both that happened a bit more naturally.

She had his crystal blue eyes that just cut through anyones sadness or anger, your nose, somehow ended up a ginger which did suprise you both but boy was she a picture.

He was playing peek-a-boo whist she sat in your lap.

"Da- Dad- Da- Da- Ah!" She giggled at Bruce again.

"Where's May?" He asked before popping out and saying "There she is." Which made her giggle so so hard.

Bruce "wasn't good with babies" he still claimed but that girl was a clear exception, his shining light and shooting star.

The press ate it up whenever Bruce was out and about with her, every man in the family doted on her. She's a spoiled little shit but she's got manners still, her brothers and Bruce made it a point for her not to just be another spoiled asshole.

You were worried about having a kid and how stressful it would be but between Alfred, the boys and Bruce, you almost never had to get outta bed in those early hours. (Especially cause they were already up most likely.)

Every little drawing she did he kept and he had a picture of her next to the Batcomputer to go along with the photo of you and him with the boys and the one of his parents. Family is what drove him now, not Vengence but protecting his family, you, his sons and his sweet little girl.

(Note: ik about Cas and Steph but I wanted to write this in a way that the daughter was a bit more special.)

Tim: Anna loved Tim to bits, right now he had her in the swings as he did silly faces at her whenever she would get closer. He gently pushed her back and forth. She had a clear favorite between you two.

"Daddy!" She was squealing and giggling doing faces back at him, he was entertaining her whilst you set up the picnic for food.

Thankfully, the wind had calmed itself down and you could put the blanket and basket down.

"Guys! Lunch!" You shouted before Tim slowed the little girl down which caused her to get upset.

"Daddy! Again!" She whined and pouted crossing her little arms.

"No, Anna. Mommy made food now we gotta eat okay?" Tim picked her up out of the swing and as soon as he did that she was immediately changing her attitude. Food and Daddy? She was definitely happy with that.

"Mommy made food?!" She was excited as she ran tword the picnic blanket.

She sat down as did Tim before chowing down, you did the same and made sure Anna's drink was open for her to drink out of. The little girl had jelly all over her face by the time the she was almost done eating and thought it was funny to rub her jelly filled face against Tim's.

Instead of getting angry he wiped peanut butter on her cheek which made her squeal and hide behind you.

"No, Mommy." She whined, Tim was happy she was spending more time with you now cause he knew how bad it hurt when she'd choose him over you nine times out of ten and he was trying to get her to spend time with you equally.

Damian: Damian being the asshole he is, no one would expect him to fall to his knees over his little boy, for him to smile when he tickled the small mini-me he had.

Enzo's eyes shined like emeralds as he played eith his father but when Enzo played with Titus? The boys eyes looked closer to Kryptonite with the way they were so full of life and happiness.

Enzo would pull on the poor Great Dane and he'd laze all over Titus. Damian and Titus were so paitent with the boy. Enzo would pull on the Great Dane and hug on him and nk matter how grumpy Titus could get he would never snap at Enzo.

When walking in the park with Enzo in the stroller you'd be walking Titus as well, Titus's head was on a swivvel and he'd never let anyone hurt you but also especially the precious cargo that was snoring in the covered stroller.

"Doggy!" Enzo was trying to find Titus and even with him being across the house he bolted to Enzo as soon as he was called foor. Damian didnt know what made him get up so fast so of course he was worried and grabbed his sword to follow the dog but as soon as he got there? Enzo hugging on the dog.

"Daddy and Doggy!" Enzo burped abd giggled as he saw the two of them, he was sitting in your lap and coloring in his coloring book.

Damian later placed one of those in Titus's doghouse and one on his desk. Titus was a watchful protector and protected the innocent young boybfor just about anything...the fireplace, the pool, putting his hands in the toilet.

That dog was practically a third parent which made life a lot easier, Titus knew when Enzo cried it was probably due to him missing him so he'd leave his bed at the end of yours and Damian's and sleep next to the crib which calmed the small boy.

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[goggles-mcgee]

Phantom Fudge

I love the fics of Danny settling into Gotham and having some sort of business and just absolutely confusing the Batfam with how flippant he is about the crime.

My take is, instead of a coffee shop or bookstore or occult shop, Danny opens a fudge shop!

His parents taught him, and he found he actually really loved it, and besides, his dream of being an astronaut was out of reach due to his unique medical readings. In this au, his parents learned about him being Phantom and took it well after a good period of spiraling because-Holy shit they shot their son. You may be asking, Goggles, didn't you just make a post that was all about Jack and Maddie not taking the news well? Yes. Yes, I did.

I go back and forth with wanting to salt them and not. I like both.

So anyways, Danny is the heir to the Ghost Throne, but he won't actually take up the official title until his time on Earth is naturally over. After everything got better with his parents and his regular ghost fighting buddies, he actually was able to raise his grades and graduate. Many teachers were amazed at the progress but really, Danny may not have been as smart as his parents and sister (he is an unreliable narrator and is actually very smart just not as conventional as his family) but before his accident he had done pretty good in school. The GIW was still a thing, but without the Fenton technology, they weren't doing as well as they previously did. His parents broke their contract after they rescued him from the GIW labs, it was a little after he told his parents about his halfa status and they came storming in to save him and all the other ghosts that were captured. After that, life got so much better. His parents listened to him, and he got to teach them all about his people. They started publishing more papers with actually accurate information and were doing their best to overturn the anti-ecto acts. They haven't accomplished it, but Danny was sure they would.

That's actually why he moved to Gotham. Tucker had the idea of contacting the Justice League to help with the anti-ecto laws, but their calls weren't being answered. Neither were the...strongly worded emails Sam sent in. So Danny did what he did best and jumped into something not entirely thought out but hoping for the best. He moved to Gotham so he could get close to Batman and ask for help. He got accepted into Gotham University on a scholarship. But he wanted to make some money on his own without his parents sending him some kind of allowance, and he didn't want to work at Bat Burger. He started selling fudge around winter at his school, and he got permission to do so.

From there, he got enough money to actually open a small fudge cart. Then he got enough for a small shop near his apartment which was rather close to Crim Alley so he hired some working girls to help with the shop and he employed any Alley Kids looking for some cash as delivery workers. (They only delivered in Crime Alley, though, but that was fine with Danny.) Danny loved his little fudge shop that he lovingly named Phantom Fudge, and the sign had a cute little ghost eating some fudge on it. When he was in school for classes, he left the shop in his friend Ginger's hands. She had been a working girl before, but before that, she had had experience working a small mom & pop kind of shop, so Danny felt good leaving her in charge. When Ellie visited, she helped out with the shop too.

Danny was thriving. Then he started getting customers of the ecto variety because, of course, he would. Apparently, he was something of an ecto filter for the shades and ghost of Gotham, so they would visit his shop to soak up some of the pure ectoplasm in the air. Then he experimented and made some ecto-fudge, which is what he gave to any ecto beings that entered his shop. Most couldn't pay, but they would give him a heads up if they saw anything shady happening around his shop.

Like a little heads up that some robberies were happening in the area, or some rogue was getting close. It was a nice little system they had. Though some ghosts came in just to tell him their unfinished business and like...he wasn’t King yet, but these were his people, so he tried to help them out as best they could.

One particular couple showed up a lot and would ask him to help warn their son of any danger they heard was brewing. They would ask him to leave messages for the son or any of his kids but also the butler if needed. Danby thought this guy had some great parents. They didn't cross over because they needed to make sure their son was safe and taken care of. It was most likely that they wouldn't cross until their son did by the sounds of it. He got permission to call them Grandma and Grandpa, which was weird, but he didn't question it.

Martha and Thomas were nice spirits, so he had no problem helping them out. But Danny is Danny and his well-intentioned help of course caught the eye of the whole batfam.

They had been receiving letters in the Manor that appeared mysteriously. The first one they had all thought was a prank from the many people there. It was a simple, 'Don’t go to the gala. Something bad will happen.' That started it all. They were all baffled but laughed it off, and those who went to the gala didn't know how to feel when the seeming wait staff took over the event and held the guests hostage.

A coincidence surely.

Then they got another note, 'Freeze is planning to do a B&E and snatch some equipment from a Wayne lab. Idk which one since you have so many.' And just like last time, the note was speaking the truth. It continued from there, and everyone tried to capture whoever or whatever was leaving the notes, but any cameras they had glitched out before returning to normal and showing a new note had showed uo somewhere in the Manor. Bruce was going crazy trying to figure out who or what their messenger was.

Alfred once found a note that said, 'Tim has been awake and pushing himself too far. He is going to crash.' He took it to heart though and made Tim rest and take a break. He would not let the note happen. Tim had had far too many crashes the past couple of months.

The note that broke Bruce, though, was small in words, but it made him feel crazy. It was his parent's death anniversary, and when he went to visit the exact spot, he saw a sticky note on the floor. He shakily picked it up to see all it said was, 'It's okay.'

Now he is really worked up and determined to find the note messenger.

While that's going on, Danny also gets some local vigilantes visiting his shop, and he is so excited to see them and try and be their friend so he can ask for help. Plus they seem to be fans of his fudge and that just makes him happy.

The batkids thing the Phantom Fudge shop owner is suspicious, but hot damn did he make some bomb ass fudge.

[angelluv16]

The Chorus of Us

ex lando norris x Ginger Spice's daughter!reader x harry styles

✩: They broke up and wrote a heartbreaking song. Through this process, her old friends from F1 were with her. With one specific boy band member getting closer and closer

fc: Crystal Leigh, girls from pinterest

pairing: ex lando norris x Ginger Spice's daughter!reader x harry styles

warnings: swearing, cheating, Lando is an asshole in this

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(We shall pretend Harry is on tour, I miss him. Also, Reader is not using horner or her mom's last name, she's using her grandparents )

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yourusername: Was only going to post my natural hair, but why not give you guys a dump😘

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username33: The brown hair Omfg I never knew I needed it.

username34: Uhhhhh who's that man on slide 5 and 7 🤨🤨

yourusername: I don't know what ur talking about🤷‍♀️

christianhorner: 💕💕

username35: Not you casually soft launching on main 😭

username36: I just KNOW Lando is punching the air rn 💀

username37: The brown hair is everything. I’m obsessed. 😩

username38: One Direction vinyl, flowers, and a mystery man… this is a Wattpad plot fr

username39: Not me zooming in on slide 3 like a detective

username40: Not you trying to gaslight us in the comments 💀 we see the TEA

yourusername: I do not know what you mean I've been a saint

username41: 1D vinyl and pasta dates… oh she’s in her healing era 🫶🏽 (or her delulu era idk yet)

yourusername: I'm already healded girlie poo. and rude i'm not delulu

maxverstappen1: The only good Photo on this dump is of me and Kelly

yourusername: Tbh You ruined the photo but oh well

kellypiquet: You look beautiful as always ❤️

yourusername: Have YOU seen Yourself

username42: Not you moving on that fast 💀💀 girl be serious.

username43: Girl it's been months just because she's posting the oppisait gender doesn't mean she's moved on maybe she's going on dates perhaps she's seeing if she can trust someone and plus lando's moved on clearly an no one is talking about that but once she does it's a huge problem. babe get a fucking life and let my girl live her own ❤ by yourusername and harrystyles

alexandrasaintmleux: Miss you pretty girl

yourusername: Miss you more bbg, Meet up soon?

alexandrasaintmleux: Yes yes yes yes yes

usernamer44: You stay acting like the victim when YOU were the problem.

username45: Girl be fucking for real Lando CHEATED ON HER Not the other way around

oscarpiastri: I’m just here for the comments 🍿

yourusername: We stand by that

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yourusername: Happy to announce that after a year of no music (for you) My New single "Tolerate It" is out now everywhere. A big big Shoutout and thank you to @charlesleclerc for playing the piano, love you lots

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charlesleclerc: Thank YOU for Allowing me to Play the piano for this incredible song. Love love you

username46: I’M SOBBING. This is the breakup anthem I NEEDED

username47: The way Charles is supporting you >>> everyone else 😭

username48: Harry liking this post… yeah, we won today

kellypiquet: This song is pure magic. So proud of you ❤️✨ ❤ by yourusername

username49: Me, a single person with no recent breakup, sobbing like I just got left at the altar 😭

username50: The lyrics???? The vocals????? The pain????? You cooked and left NO crumbs

username51: Why did you personally attack me with this song? What did I do to deserve this??

maxverstappen1: Unreal. Your talent is insane. Congrats!

zayn: This one hits deep. Beautiful work 🙌

alex_albon: On repeat. Over and over

lilymhe: can confirm

username52: you’re only famous because of who you know, not because of talent. Mid at best

username53: Charles playing the piano for this? Thought would play for other artists not this slut

username54: So we’re just not gonna talk about the lyrics that SCREAM Lando??????

harrystyles: ❤️❤️

username55: Lando somewhere punching the air rn

username56: Me pretending this song was written about my imaginary ex 😌

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yourusername: Family time ❤️

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username57: You radiate happiness here 😭❤️ love seeing you with your people!

username58: Family time >>> everything else. You look so happy, my heart

kellypiquet: I missed you, but I think P did more, she literally did cartwheels when she saw you

maxverstappen1: wow no photos of me?!?

yourusername: I already didn't want to see ur face, what makes you think I want you on my post?

gerihalliwellhorner: Nothing better than being surrounded by love and laughter

yourusername: Love love you lots mama

username59: This is either a PR move or the most effortless flex I’ve ever seen

username60: Meanwhile, I’m in my bed with 3-day-old leftovers. Love that for me

username61: Every single picture is just aesthetic perfection

username62: Your ‘family time’ and my ‘family time’ are NOT the same thing

username63: The way this post could be used as a tourism ad

username64: We get it, your life is perfect 🙄

harrystyles: ❤️

username65: I just cried in my 2008 Honda Civic. Thanks for this

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Harry Updates: Singer-songwriter YN YLN was seen at the Harry Styles show in London with four-time world Champion Max Verstappen and his girlfriend, Model Kelly Piquet. Then YN and Harry were spotted entering a restaurant alone. What are your thoughts?

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username66: If I don’t wake up to ‘sources say’ articles tomorrow I will be disappointed

username67: Me watching this like it’s a Netflix Original Drama

username68: I know lando is crying in a corner rn

username69: He fumbled the baddest bitch fr

username70: The F1 girlies and the Harry girlies are about to FIGHT in the comments

username71: Meanwhile I’m here struggling to get a text back

username72: If Harry and YN start dating, the internet is going to BREAK

username73: Not me refreshing Twitter every five seconds for updates

username74: I don’t trust Hollywood at all, this is definitely PR

username75: Max and Kelly must have been like, ‘So, should we just… leave them to it or?’

username76: ynis literally living the fanfic life we all dreamed of and I respect her for it

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lnupdates: In a recent interview, Lando Norris was asked about his past relationship with YN. When questioned if he regrets how things ended, he scoffed before saying, "Regret? No. I mean, I don’t sit around crying about it. Things end for a reason. People move on." When the interviewer pressed further, asking if he ever felt like he let a good thing slip away, Lando shrugged and added, "Maybe she was a great thing. Maybe not. Doesn’t really matter now, does it?" Read the full interview at the link in our story!

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username77: The way he said ‘Maybe she was a great thing. Maybe not.’ like bro, you sound bitter for someone who doesn’t care

username78: No because the audacity? The nerve? The sheer gall? I just KNOW YN is somewhere sipping her drink, unbothered, while he’s out here pretending he doesn’t regret it

username79: You mean to tell me the boy who wouldn't let her go when she was with him at races or would always say he missed her now "regrets" the relationship and doesn't matter okay dude

username80: He’s acting like he didn’t look at her like she hung the stars every time they were together. This is just embarrassing for him tbh

username81: YN please drop a fire Instagram post ASAP we need to finish this man.

username82: he acts like he wasn't the one cheating lol

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yourusername: Growth looks good on me. Can’t say the same for everyone. 😉

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username83: holy shit she saw that one comment and said bet

username84: the caption 🤣🤣

username85: Mother is MOTHERING as always!!!

username86: THE SHADEEEE OMG I LOVE IT

username87: She really said ‘I won’ without saying ‘I won’ LMAOOO 😭

username88: If I were him, I simply wouldn’t show my face for months

kellypiquet: What a beautiful human

maxverstappen1: uhhh... what about me

yourusername: bitch get out of here she don't like you

yourusername: thank you ml let's run away together with P

username89: Why do you always have to be shady?? Just be mature

username90: Growth but you’re still posting about the past?? Okay

username91: Oh, she woke up and chose violence but in the most elegant way possible

username92: Healing, glowing, moving on… some people could never

username93: Growth looks good on you, regret looks good on him. Balance

username94: SOMEONE CHECK ON LANDO RN LMFAOOOO

oscarpiastri: He's crying in a corner

carlossainz55: he locked himself in his drivers room

charlesleclerc: Already on it

pierregasly: he's just staring at his phone

maxverstappen1: he doesn't talk to me anymore which I love

lancestroll: he's giving us a death glare I'm soooo scared

username95: WTFFFFFF HAHAH I CAN'T THIS IS ICONIC

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ynharrynews: Y/N and harry styles were spotted getting cozy last night 👀 Sources say the two were ‘inseparable’ all evening.

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username96: Omg Are they officially a thing now or just hanging out?

username97: This is giving couple goals but like low-key

username98: Seeing Harry happy makes me happy but also… not ready for all the fans who will lose it

username99: Okay but are we going to ignore the fact that they’ve been hanging out so much recently? It’s gotta be more than casual by now!

username100: Not Kelly and Max Liking this

username101: Honestly, they look so happy together! I’m here for it!

username102: after everything these two have been through, I'm happy they found each other

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yourusername: My Lover boy 🥰🥰

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Note: Sooo I decided to post this today instead of the 6th chapter for rumor has it because well I haven't written it yet lol But I will start tomorrow and hopefully post it soon. So here is this one meanwhile

Taglist: @anamiad00msday @fulla02 @lottalove4evelyn @greantii

[flebdoodle]

Loaf's Shadownilla (+ more!) Fic Recs

My personal favorites are marked by blue; must-reads are marked by green; other good fics (just not my jam) are marked by pink.

Shadownilla gets its own category because I am not immune to propaganda:

Blind Man's Bluff by thebiscuitlabyrinth - PLEASEEEE READ THIS. PLEASEEEE. ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASEEEEEEEEE. SHAKES MY HANDS IN THE AIR. Smilk goes back in time to before PV remembers he's PV. Healer Cookie please he's right behind you. Healer please. Turn around. A Guide to Making Friends by Poker - Nilly finds a book about courting traditions and mistakes it for a book on making friends. Beyond the Farm Gates by Plushyofcc - College AU featuring farm boy Nilla, rich kid Smilk; some hinted background relationships that can be read as /p or /r (ElderLily, BurningCheese) Jambound by Anonymous - I feel like everyone has read or at least heard of Jambound at this point, but that's for a reason; it's good. Legally obligated to include it because of this. Friends, Huh? (Yeah Right) by Treehouse_Tales - Smilk is changing for the better after meeting PV and he doesn't like it. If Looks Could Crumble by louoll - Another "Smilk lives with PV after the events of Beast Yeast 8." The Whole Universe Baked Into You by Pomfuuyu - Smilk gets hurt as the spire crumbles, gets nursed back to health by PV. No Loose Ends by TheRealSMCFan - Hitman Smilk AU. Target is PV. SMC Slowly Falls in Love by TheRealSMCFan - Semi-canon-compliant aftermath oneshots. Lovefool by I_Have_No_Life_523 - Smilk and PV end up trapped in a dimension together. It goes about as well as you'd expect. Plush Hugs and Kisses by StarrySkyShine - What it says on the tin. I love the plushie fics they're my favorite flavor of Shadownilla.

OTHER CRK FICS:

The Resolute Volition by Osamu (MysticCacao) - "Domesticating the Beasts" fic, told from the perspective of both MF and DC. Good, natural character progression. Real-feeling relationships. Sweet Bitterness by TheNarrator_ME (No Ships) - Affogato POV, meeting Cacao after he accepted apathy and is waiting to crumble. Gingersiblings' Guide to Babysitting by Kaitou_Spectre (No Ships) - Silent Salt, Burning Spice, and Shadow Milk get sealed inside Strawberry's, Ginger's, and Wizard's weapons. Shenanigans ensue. Against All Adversity by Almellow (BurningCheese) - GC and BS can talk to each other through the Soul Jam years before they ever meet. Love the Subhuman Self by J3stHoLLyY (LilyEnchant) - Listen. LISTENNNNN. WHO CAN HELP YOU HEAL BETTER THAN YOURSELF??? PLEASE GIVE ME MORE SELFCEST HEALING PLEASEEEEEE. IF THE WRITERS DON'T DELIVER I'LL DO IT MYSELF AND I CAN'T AFFORD TO FAIL MY COLLEGE CLASSES SOMEONE TAKE THE RESPONSIBILITY OFF MY HANDS. Affogato and Caramel Arrow's Get Along Shirt by FaeMytho & legendspeaker (I don't know their ship name. Uh AffoArrow) - The two get banished until they learn to work together. Funniest possible scenario, and Affogato immediately acts like a bitch about it.

If you like any of the fics listed here and want more that aren't limited to just CRK, DM me and I'll give you my Top Ten Ficlist.

If you want more CRK content specifically, I mean... I have. A White Lily RP Blog.... if you want.... yes we are shipping silentlily before salt is even out. We stay winning.

DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL!

[For @midnighthewerewolf and @adorbssssseva]

[hiraizyo]

close to my heart, i hold you dearly.

pairing: megan skiendiel x masc!reader

synopsis: as you and megan continue the fake relationship during a double date, it becomes harder to deny your feelings for one another.

tags: fake dating trope, nonceleb!au, mutual pining

now playing: tell her how you feel, dream wave.

a/n: yikes srry i took so long with part 2 😓 i tried my best w build up of tension & the pacing, tbh yn and megan are just idiots in love. implied hair theory in love (??) 😛megan going back to natural

++ links: part i. this features yunjin my favorite side character, she’s really just a plot device to me (JOKES) decided to make this extra long since i made y’all wait !!!

“yun, for the last time, i am not going on a double date with you.” groaning out, you glared at the girl before you who had her lips jutted out and puppy eyes on display.

yunjin wailed, throwing her arms up. “yn, please! i need you to do this for me.”

currently, the two of you were in the ginger’s college dormitory. the initial plan was to study together, since finals were coming up in a few weeks, but the american had other plans. from the moment you stepped into her room, she pushed her books aside and brought up her proposal, which she was now trying to convince you to do.

the glare you sent the girl didn’t faze her, nor did it falter her confidence that you would agree. she didn’t give you another chance to respond, talking animatedly.

“its only dinner, and it’s not like i’m setting you up with someone! obviously you’ll bring megan.” she said, watching as you stood up from the couch.

you froze for a second, glancing over your shoulder. shaking the surprise off, you continued the short walk to fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, loosening the bottles cap.

“how do you know about megan?” you questioned, taking a sip from the bottle.

yunjin turned around on the couch to face you, a mischievous smile on her face. “well, sophia mentioned she saw you two at some party.” she drawled out, “where do you think i got the idea for the double date?”

you rolled your eyes at her ‘brilliant’ plan, twisting the lid of the bottle closed. you leaned against the counter, looking at your friend.

“isn’t this your first date with soph?” you asked her, eyebrows knitted together.

yunjin nodded her head, though she had a bashful look on her face. “yes, but— god, you know how nervous i get around her. what if i mess up and say something stupid?”

you laughed at her words, because yeah, it was true that yunjin was a bit of a nervous loser around any pretty girl. you were sure she’d mess up in someway with the filipino girl.

she got up from the couch, walking towards you. “i need you there as, like, a buffer for me, and since you and megan are already together, it would be less awkward!”

you tilted your head to the side and stared at the girl. her eyes were wide with distress, hands put together as if she was praying. it was an amusing sight, and you couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle at her antics.

“how are we friends?”

yunjin sighed exasperatedly and gripped her hands onto your forearms. her hold was tight, and you could tell she was close to losing it if you didn’t say yes.

“please, please,” she begged, “when have i ever asked you to do anything for me?”

you looked at her in disbelief, reminding her of a past experience, “uh— first year? you made me bring gifts to your crush for three weeks straight, and she ended up thinking i had a crush on her!”

yunjin’s lips fell in a straight line at your response, looking off to the side. “okay, fine, i admit that was a bit extreme. but i really like sophia, so pretty, pretty please will you go with us?”

“alright, calm down!” you pulled her arms off you, and laughed lightly at the hope that spread in her eyes. “i’ll talk to megan about it.”

yunjin let out a loud yell, thanking you and pressed her body against yours in a quick hug. you barely had time to reciprocate the hug before she was pulling away. she smiled widely, her pearly whites on display, and ran around the dorm in search of her phone to let sophia know you’d be joining them.

you laughed again at her frantic movements and shuffled over to the couch, “can we get on with studying now?”

“ugh, you are such a nerd.”

megan’s room was quiet, aside from the rolling credits of the movie you’d just finished. it had been over a month since the fake relationship began, and the two of you had grown closer as friends. you’d go out for dates, planned movie nights, had dinner with each others parents.

it was fun to have megan as a friend. she was lively, unashamed to be herself around you. she laughed as loud as she wanted, ranted to you about her newest obsessions, told you stories from her childhood, embarrassing and all. megan brought a side out of you that you didn’t even know existed, and the ongoing idea of being ‘together’ caused many inside jokes and teasing.

what warmed your heart the most was the way she got along with your younger sister. hyein was known to be somewhat of a menace, she also rarely liked the girls you brought home, and she never hid that from you. however, with megan, your sister loved talking to her, wanting to be with you and her anytime the hawaiian girl came over.

that made it difficult to have a moment alone with her, which was why you spent most of your time together at megan’s place, like now.

“oh, i almost forgot!” you gasped out once megan paused the movie.

she looked at you in confusion as you got off the bed and reached for your tote bag, digging inside and pulled out a square, silver box. your back was to megan, so she couldn’t see what was in your hand, her curiosity piquing.

the box had a bow wrapped around the centre, it delicately resting in your hands as you plopped back on the bed, crossing your legs underneath you and glanced at her with a small smile. megan moved to sit opposite you, her gaze filled with interest, but also had a softness to it, like it always did when she looked at you.

“for you.” you said, lightly.

megan took the box from you, her hands brushing against yours tenderly, causing your heart to stutter from the brief contact. it was a foreign feeling to you, yet you brushed it off in the moment.

she frowned as you watched her slowly undo the bow. megan didn’t say anything while she took the top lid off, shrieking once she noticed the shining metal in the light, taking a pair of earrings out and holding it in her palm.

“yn…” she breathlessly said, eyes connecting with yours. “these are so beautiful.”

you shrugged nonchalantly, as if it wasn’t a big deal. then, you wiggled your eyebrows teasingly, “happy fake anniversary.”

megan burst out in giggles at your words and leaped forward to wrap her arms around your neck, the earrings being clutched tightly in her hand. there was a bit of force as you were pushed back, leaning on yours arms while you supported yours and megan’s weight.

“oh my god, you dork!” she muttered against your ear, “i can’t believe you would get me this for a fake anniversary.”

you reached up to caress the back of her head, smiling to yourself, chest filling with comfort. as nice as it was to see the girl so happy, you regretfully let out, “eh, that’s not the only reason…”

megan leaned back, her arms falling beside her and once again looking confused. you shyly placed your hand on the side of your neck, avoiding her gaze.

“yunjin wants us to go on a double date.” you explained, sucking in a breath. “with her and sophia.”

“oh,” megan paused, looking at the earrings in her palm, deep in thought. she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little sad over the gift having an ulterior motive. “so, this is bribery then?”

“well, no.” you took one earring from her and brought it up to megan’s earlobe, testing how it would look on her. “i also wanted to get you something nice.”

megan tried to ignore the feeling of your skin brushing against her jaw, your touch like a burn. while you peered over how the earring suited her, megan’s eyes were watching you, silently thinking that you looked stunning in the lighting of her room, yet she forced herself to break her gaze once you placed the earring back in her palm.

“thank you, yn. when’s the date?” she questioned, searching for the box in her messy sheets.

“next friday.” you replied, though you hadn’t noticed the slight change in her attitude as you tucked some hair behind megan’s ear, her movements pausing. “guess we’re going to have to pretend again.”

megan chortled, though it was strained. she pushed aside her feelings, settling the heavy sensation deep in her heart. she put the earrings back in the box as she bit down on her lower lip.

“we did do a pretty good job at it last time.” the ginger commented, placing the lid over the box and handed it to you so that you could put it on her nightstand.

“we did.” you agreed, leaning back against the headboard.

your mind began to fade away from the present moment, thinking back to the party; being with megan, your close proximity, her body against yours, her hands tucked under your shirt, having her against the wall, the heat you felt, kissing her.

“should we watch another movie?” you asked, snapping yourself out of a daze.

megan shook her head, “hm, no. i’m feeling a little tired.” she lied, wanting to close her eyes and forget this weird disappointment she felt.

you reached for the laptop and set it on the floor, then moved down until you were lying flat on the bed, hand wrapping around megan’s wrist and gently tugged her towards you. megan didn’t say anything, allowing you to pull her against your chest, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“then lets sleep.” you told her, shutting your eyes closed.

though she was unsettled by the bribery tactic, megan couldn’t help but find comfort in your hold. megan’s breath hitched in her throat. it wouldn’t be the first time you’d lay like this, having to keep up the charade of dating around her friends and your sister. there were many moments where she felt this feeling, each one more deeper than the last.

(the first time she felt it, it was during a saturday night as you settled in your couch together for a series binge watching of squid game with your sister, hyein. megan still remember how her heart stopped when she felt your hand drop below her waist, resting on her hips, her skin warm against yours. it made her dizzy, bashful, yet it seemed as if it was second nature to you.

the second time she felt it was while you were over at lara’s place. it was a hot, summer evening, the heat having tired everyone out, and you’d fallen asleep against megan. she freaked, wondering how to move you so you’d be more comfortable, until you pulled her towards you, your hold tight, and her heart raced from the way you unknowingly reached for her. she had no choice but to calm her racing heart and try to sleep with out.

the third time she felt it, surprisingly was not in your arms. instead, it was during a moment of heavy sickness for her. you’d come over, bearing with some warm soup and orchids, her favorite, and— wait, she didn’t remember telling you that. megan didn’t question it though, and despite her attempts of keeping you away, as she didn’t want you getting sick too, you stayed, until she was better, until she was feeling like herself.

later that day, megan would find out you’d actually asked lara what her preference for flowers were.

she saw it — you cared for her.)

but now, in this moment, as your fingers lazily rubbed circles in her hair, how perfectly she fit in your arms, megan felt her heart constrict in her chest.

the hawaiian knew, then and there, this wasn’t what one was supposed to experience during a fake relationship. she wondered, did you feel that too? did you also have these brief, fleeting moments of wanting more?

megan couldn’t remember the last time she felt this way, but she hoped — prayed — you’d be there to catch her.

the dim lighting of the restaurant created a warm glow, smooth jazz music playing. the place yunjin told you to meet at was far from classy, yet it wasn’t so casual either. it was more in between, even to give sophia a good impression of her.

the waiter guided you and megan towards a booth where you caught sight of your college friend, sophia sitting beside her, deep in conversation and talking animatedly.

it was yunjin who noticed you first, the shadow of the waiter casting over the table caused her to look up. he nodded his head curtly to you, walking off to the front desk of the restaurant, while you and yunjin shared a brief embrace, sending a smile towards the filipino. megan greeted them both with a graceful hello, sliding into the booth and you followed behind her, sitting close enough that your thighs touched.

yunjin leaned back, chuckling smoothly. “finally, you’re here! i was beginning to think you wouldn’t show anymore.”

“its true, she was all fidgety and antsy.” sophia commented, looking over at yunjin with deep admiration. “it was kind of cute.”

yunjin’s cheeks flushed a deep red from the girl’s words, and you smirked at the way she practically melted once sophia reached behind her and scratched her nails on yunjin’s neck.

god, that girl was hopeless.

“we would’ve been here sooner, but someone—” you glanced at megan purposely, voice hard for a second. “—took forever to drive here.”

megan tutted, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense. “you judge my driving too harshly.”

“i almost died — twice!” you screeched out, eyes wide in bewilderment, yet a smile tugged at your lips. “i’m taking us home tonight.”

your tone left no room for debate, but megan didn’t mind; she’d gladly be your passenger princess any day. the girl rolled her eyes playfully, and tugged on the knot of the tie that loosely and lowly hung around your neck.

“fine,” she huffed. “no complaints here.”

you grasped onto her hand that held onto the knot and lugged it away, scowling in a joking manner, pretending to be annoyed that she had messed it up. megan flipped your hands around so that she now grasped yours and pulled it over her shoulder, your arm now resting around it.

megan convinced herself was doing this for show. after all, both yunjin and sophia believed you were really together — you needed to play the part.

yet, she missed the way sophia glanced at you two, a hint of joy in her eyes at seeing her friend happy, especially since sophia knew how heartbroken megan was over her ex girlfriend. she could sense it was natural the way you and megan acted, you were simply drawn to one another.

sophia knew megan was feeling more like her old self, the megan before the break-up, before she had first met her ex.

“i like the new look.” the filipino voiced, leaning forward as she looked at megan.

the girl in question glanced down at her hair that flew over her shoulders, “yeah?” she laughed, smiling widely. “i said i’d go back to black.”

“it really does suit you, meg.” yunjin agreed, offering a shy smile. “but i’m a little sad we aren’t twinning anymore.” she touched her own ginger hair, looking down at it.

megan smiled even more, till her eyes turned into crescents. it was a sight to behold, this bright energy and glow that radiated from her, and you felt your own smile grow from her happiness alone.

“maybe dye your hair and we’d match again.” megan shrugged, offering a teasing look to the american.

yunjin looked in genuine thought as she contemplated the idea. sophia noticed and pouted, her glossy lips shining in the light of the restaurant.

“aw no, i quite like ginger yun.” she prodded.

you couldn’t help but cackle as your friend stumbled over her words, stuttering out a barely coherent sentence. megan, who was much more discreet than you, stifled a laugh as well.

yunjin looked down at sophia, her eyes shining with love, completely her mercy. “oh… s-sure! anything you like, i’ll be.”

sophia found the american’s behavior endearing, smirking to herself, as if she knew of the power she held. she then simply shook her head, though she smiled adoringly, and began a conversation with megan off to side.

you leaned forward across the table. yunjin wasn’t that far away, so your arm still hung partially over megan’s shoulder while the distance between you and the ginger became less.

you squinted at her, “jesus chris, get a fucking grip, dude.”

yunjin groaned internally, her whole body felt flushed. she was way too nervous for this, her heart thumping erratically.

“i’m trying,” yunjin hissed. “this is exactly why you’re here.” she reminded you, quickly taking a much needed sip of water.

you were about to respond when a waiter walked over, inquiring if you were ready to order. you leaned away from yunjin, who stared at you warningly, drawing your arm off megan’s shoulder and opened the menu, flipping through the pages until you all decided on what to eat for the night.

conversation flowed between the four of you easily while you waited for your food, exchanging laughs and talking about many different topics. at times, you and megan found yourselves wrapped in one another’s words, talking amongst each other alone, as if yunjin and sophia were nonexistent.

the dinner came to an end, plates taken away the only thing left behind was either half empty or finished glasses of drinks, and the bill already paid. it was when you were walking out the restaurant doors that you thanked yunjin for inviting you and megan out, to which the girl stared at you tauntingly.

“ah, you didn’t think this would be the only thing for tonight, did you?” she asked, the corner of her lip twitched in a sly smirk.

you looked to her with surprise, “you said it was just dinner.” coming to a stop, you quickly glanced at megan, and back to yunjin.

the four of you stood outside in the restaurant’s parking lot, the cool and crisp air a huge contrast to the warmth of inside.

“right,” yunjin nodded. “and a movie.” she divulged, smiling at the happy noise sophia let out, heart leaping once again. “there’s a drive-in movie a couple blocks away.”

you slumped forward at the news. did yunjin really have to spring this on you?

you were very prepared for a dinner date, but now there was a movie involved. and while you were completely fine at first, you wondered how you’d managed to be around megan in this predicament, especially with these weird, new feelings.

dinner was one thing, but to be with megan, in the dark — alone — was something else entirely.

yunjin was looking at you hopefully, silently pleading with you. sophia watched as you stood rooted to your spot, a little confused at your reluctancy. and megan, sweet, attentive megan, nudged your arm, drawing your attention.

“c’mon, it’ll be fun.” she mumbled lowly, looking up at you, lazy smile in place.

you glanced at her, wondering if you’d really want to do this. sophia and yunjin were still watching you, awaiting your response, and then you remembered you had to keep this charade up, because in their eyes, you and megan were girlfriends.

and you were to say no to your girlfriend?

you sighed, but your voice quickly turned into a much cheerier one. “alright, whatever my darling wants, she gets.”

“oh, get a fucking grip.” yunjin snorted, mocking you with the same words you’d used earlier.

she shook her head at you, her and sophia walking towards the car they’d come in. yunjin shouted back at you from where they were parked, telling you to follow behind her and she’d lead you to the drive-in.

while you and megan walked towards your own car, she leaned in close, her chin pressed against your forearm. “darling?”

you could already sense that teasing tone she had, pushing her away slightly. “shut up, i panicked.”

megan snickered at the top of her voice, her laugh echoing in the empty space around you and her. it didn’t take long for her laughter to die down, and she fell into little giggles here and there while you continued to walk, the car still quite a distance away. as you strolled together, like magnets, you and megan were pulled together, until your finger tips brushed against one another. your steps slowed down, walking in a leisurely pace, feeling content in the quiet that settled over you.

yunjin and sophia were a few feet away, and much like you and megan, they too were sitting on the hood of the car. you could see yunjin’s arm draped over sophia’s arm, and you were proud that the girl finally found some confidence in herself amongst nervousness.

on the other hand, you sat with your arm to yourself, not needing to play the part of a fake girlfriend since yunjin and sophia were occupied.

megan had her eyes on you for quite some time, the movie being drowned out. it wasn’t that the movie wasn’t interesting — oh no, no. if anything, the movie was fascinating, yet her attention had been on you.

the twilight glow of the large movie screen illuminated your face. she stared up at you, as if memorizing your features. the sharp curve of your jaw, the length of your eyelashes, the slow blinks of your eyelids as you watched the movie.

it was rather difficult to ignore the feeling of her gaze on you, and after much time, you’d decided to call her out on it.

“i can feel you staring, y’know.” you tilted your head to look at her, raising an eyebrow. she looked away, now facing the large screen.

megan choked on a breath, “i-i wasn’t…! i was just admiring.” she explained, her erratic heart racing beneath her ribcage.

you hummed, leaning closer to her. “is it to your liking?” you questioned. it was now your turn to stare at her side profile, megan’s throat bobbing up and down as she swallowed nervously.

she glanced at you from her peripheral vision, “definitely.” megan concluded, finally turning to face you.

you didn’t realize exactly how close you were until she was looking at you, her honey eyes staring back into your own. your mouth dried, and for a moment you felt feint. megan was within such close reach, if you moved even an inch you’d be skin to skin with her, so close that you could smell the scent of her lip glass, and without realizing it, your eyes had dropped to her lips.

they shone despite it being dark out, courtesy of lighting from the big screen. they were pink, and looked as soft as ever.

it was brief, having your gaze on her lips, and then you looked back into her eyes, your mind feeling fuzzy. megan stared back at you, both of you silent, as if saying any word would shatter the tension that settled over you like a blanket. the stares continued, the eye contact becoming unbearable.

“i think we did another great job.” she murmured, voice shaky, the nerves obvious.

“we’re getting too good at this.” you breathed out, wanting to pull megan close, press her lips against yours.

megan nodded in agreement, as though you both knew this wasn’t pretend at all. the dark haired girl’s eyes fluttered down to your lips, but you’d denied one another the satisfaction, taking a sharp breath in and both turning to focus on the movie.

it was now you who stole glances, megan’s side profile was alluring. she looked stunning with her black hair, your jacket hanging off her shoulders, and— holy shit, when did megan look so good?

you knew megan definitely had admirers, given her beauty, but as you stared at her, longingly, she had never looked more captivating that in this moment.

this was megan in all her glory, and she was utter perfection.

your head spun, suddenly feeling your heart stutter and jump. your stomach felt queasy, being twisted and undone over and over. your mouth dried again. this feeling wasn’t new to you, many times before had you felt this way for other girls, but with megan, this was more — this was a deeper, raw, undeniable connection.

you looked away, attention now on the movie, your mind reeling from the sudden awareness that was no longer fake.

your hand dropped from where it was placed over your knee, so close to megan’s. she felt your hand drop, the thud heard on the hood of the car, and with the weight of her feelings, she unknowingly drew her hand closer to yours.

your hand reached outwards, nervously, you glanced down, watching the way your fingers would inch closer to hers, but you’d pull back, quickly, abruptly, like you’d been struck by lightning.

you swallowed, thinking to yourself. would megan mind if you grabbed her hand? would she pull away, deny you the comfort of her warmth?

it was inevitable, the way you and her found one another even in the dark night.

your fingers reached out, finding hers. silently, you stared ahead, as though the tingles you felt weren’t sending a jolt to your stomach and chest. megan’s fingers intertwined with yours, loosely hanging together, and much like you — even if she didn’t know how you felt — her own body had electricity dancing all over.

neither of you said a word. this quiet, tender moment allowing both of you to relish in the feelings. there was no one around, no one to pretend in front of, no one to fool.

you took this moment for yourselves, selfishly, uncaring, and greedily.

ooohuuhh they didn’t even kiss ??? 🤔 haha… so part 3?

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do you have specific hcs/hcs u feel strongly about for any pjsk characters? specifically vbs..

im very curious to hear your thoughts ^_^;

Why yes I do ravenclod *ahem*

First off I'm an Akito isn't naturally ginger truther until I die. Its just rly funny to me for some reason that he wanted to stand out more and he thought it was really really cool

I also think it's funny that An had the idea really young that she wanted blue hair but Ken said no but they found a compromise in a gradient so she's just had that all of her life due to Ken not being able to say no to An

The rest of vbs's hair is just like that tho, nobody believes toya.

I think An, Mizuki and Ena should have a gc so they can bully Akito together as I feel as if they'd be actually unstoppable

Despite knowing Kohane for over a year An refuses to go to her house because of Count Pearl, she dances around it but she is NOT going there

Kohane rly likes pokemon, she has 1000+ hours on pokemon snap specifically

I think An is a splatoon fan, she rly likes the music and loves Off the Hook more than words can describe, she says they're so her and kohane coded and shes right

Ive been vocal about Akito being a sonic fan. he just is. look at him. he rly likes frontiers and SA2 cuz like An, bro loves the tunes. you could get him to play anything w a good ost, i think he fucks with guilty gear

Toya could play any game and within 10 mins of playing for the first time could absolutely smoke you, UNLESS its wii sports he sucks shit at wii sports, An rules at wii sports she has never lost bowling before

also theyre wlw mlm solidarity but you didn't hear that from me that's barely a headcanon imo

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I have a request

Okay so like Maddie Nolen ponytail orgin. Imagine reader always wears her hair (preferably longer than maddie's) in a ponytail and one day decided to put one in Maddie's hair and reader was gushing over how cute she thought it was and how it was like a bobcat tail. Maddie started wearing a ponytail ever since, just because her girlfriend loved it so much

Pretty please 🙏

of course anon!

men dni!

maddie nolan x reader

content: AFAB/fem!reader, fluff, reader is mentioned to have longer hair (hair type NOT mentioned), reader is briefly mentioned to be taller than maddie but not by much, established relationship, mentions of wanting to marry her

characters: maddie nolan

synopsis: waking up next to maddie and then getting ready in the morning, when reader wants to give her girlfriend a ponytail in her hair.

writers note: such a cute idea! I love her fuckass ponytail I NEED HER. I love women with accents.

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maddie nolan x reader fluff

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waking up next to maddie was so sweet, the way she clung to you, the way she nuzzled her face into the crook of ur neck. the little sounds she’d make was adorable, little moans and groans from the early and groggy morning feeling. she was practically ontop of you with her leg over your hip.

she is not a morning person, she doesn’t like the way that even if she is so comfortable, in her little hibernation, she’d have to leave your warmth each morning. she hated it.

when the alarm would go off, she’d groan, trying to stop it as fast as she can so you wouldn’t wake up— five more minutes was all she wanted. rolling back over into your arms as her eyes fluttered closed, squeezing you tightly

“mmmh…” you grumble, “goodmorning..”

you kiss her on her forehead and run your fingers through her hair, so soft, so pure.

“morning, love.” she kisses you back, but on your cheek.

“I can’t believe it’s time to wake up already, yeah?”

“I don’t wanna get up..” you smile, “few more minutes?”

“mmmmmmmmmh… let me think… yes.”

you giggle to eachother, getting comfortable once again and wrapping your arms around one another.

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finally out of bed, you two brush your teeth next to eachother, chatting about what to pick up for breakfast on the way to work.

“love, you want tacobell for breakfast? that’s a lot for first thing in the morning, don’tcha think?”

“starbucks? they have good coffee— obviously, and they have some good sandwiches.”

you stand tall behind her, slouching down to put your head on her shoulder as you look at her in the mirror, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“starbucks sounds good. mhm!” she turns around and reaches up to put her arms around your neck

“your gonna make us late, aren’t you?”

“maybe, if I get lucky?”

she giggles at that, kissing your neck and then turning back around to continue her morning skincare routine.

“awh, dangit.”

you brush through your hair, grabbing a hair tie to put your hair in a ponytail,

“why don’t you ever do anything different with your hair, mads?”

“well I don’t have as much hair as you do, im not sure what I’d do with it anyway,”

“here, let me see.”

you stand behind her once again, gathering her hair back into a small little ponytail, giggling and kissing the skin on the back of her neck.

“now atleast some of it is out of your face?”

she looks in the mirror back at it not quite sure how to feel about it yet until you—

“ur so cute!!” you hold her face with both of your hands

“it’s like a little bobcat tail!!”

and with that she blushes, deciding that’s how she’d wear her hair for the rest of forever.

“now we’re matching, aren’t we?”

“ur like one of those crazy ginger cats.”

“I am not!” she giggled, guys her accent I can’t she’s so wife

“if that’s what you’d like to think, babes.” you give her a peck and get dressed into your work clothes as she does the same

she was so adorable with her new hairstyle, the way it was tied back, how soft it was, how pretty she looked with it, her natural color complimenting her skin tone.

god you loved her— no matter what ambessa says you don’t give a fuck if you are in a relationship with somebody you work with— you were marrying her.

“I think I like it, yeah?”

you pick her up, holding her by her hips while she wraps her legs around you,

“you sure are pretty.”

“you are so flirty this morning.”

“that a bad thing?”

“mm-mm, I like it.”

“yeah?”

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01/12/25

@canontypicalgoblins — I hope you like it!

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You baked for them

summary: You bake them something extravagant

(Cho hyun ju, Thanos, Namgyu, Gi hun, Young-il, Gong yoo, dae-ho, Min-su, Sang-woo) (Roh jae won, kim seo wan, Choi San)

Cho hyun ju

The kitchen was a warzone. Flour dusted every surface, sugar clung to your sleeves, and the smell of caramel teetering on the edge of burning filled the air. But you weren’t stopping—not when you were this close.

You wiped sweat from your forehead and carefully placed the final spun sugar decoration on top of the towering croquembouche. Golden, crisp choux pastries, filled with vanilla cream, stacked in a perfect cone and held together by ribbons of caramel. You were pretty sure you’d shortened your lifespan making it.

"Wow," Hyun-Ju's voice came from the doorway. She leaned against the frame, arms crossed, eyes wide with something between awe and amusement. "Did you... fight a god for this?"

You laughed, rubbing your hands on your apron. "Basically."

She stepped forward, inspecting the dessert like it might vanish. Then, with a smirk, she plucked a cream-filled pastry from the side and popped it into her mouth.

You gasped. "That was structural—!"

Hyun-Ju grinned around her bite, then cupped your flour-dusted cheeks, pressing a caramel-sweet kiss to your lips. "Worth it."

Thanos

You weren’t a professional baker. Not even close. But when Su-Bong had casually mentioned craving croquembouche—yes, the towering French dessert made of delicate, caramel-dipped cream puffs—you took it as a challenge.

Now, four hours later, your kitchen looked like a warzone. Dough scraps littered the counters, caramel had hardened in places it shouldn’t have, and there were a few minor burns on your fingers. But the pièce de résistance stood tall: golden profiteroles stacked into a pyramid, glossy with spun sugar.

Su-Bong walked in, pausing mid-step. His eyes widened slightly, lips parting in stunned silence.

“You… made this?” he finally asked, stepping closer, his fingers ghosting over the fragile structure.

“I did.” You huffed, leaning against the counter. “Suffered for it, too.”

A low chuckle rumbled from him. “You’re insane.” But there was something softer in his gaze, something almost reverent. Then, carefully, he plucked a single cream puff from the tower, popped it into his mouth, and closed his eyes with a quiet hum.

“…You really love me, huh?” he murmured, cracking one eye open.

You smirked. “Took a croquembouche for you to figure that out?”

Namgyu

You weren’t sure what had possessed you to attempt making yakgwa from scratch. Maybe it was the way Nam-Gyu had offhandedly mentioned how his grandmother used to make them when he was little, the rare softness in his voice lingering like a secret.

Now, after what felt like an eternity of frying and honey-soaking, a plate of golden, flower-shaped cookies sat on the table. Your kitchen smelled of sesame oil and ginger, and your arms ached from kneading, but it was worth it.

Nam-Gyu walked in, sniffing the air like a bloodhound before spotting the plate. His brows shot up. “No way. You made these?”

You crossed your arms, feigning nonchalance. “Tried to, at least. If they’re bad, just pretend they aren’t.”

He didn’t even hesitate, picking one up and taking a bite. A slow silence stretched between you as he chewed, his expression unreadable. Then, he exhaled sharply, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip.

“…They taste like home.” His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant.

Your heart clenched.

Nam-Gyu cleared his throat, suddenly flustered. “Not that I’m getting emotional over a cookie or anything—”

“Oh, totally. Very tough of you,” you teased, grinning.

He rolled his eyes but grabbed another yakgwa, this time offering you a piece. “Shut up and eat with me.”

Gi hun

Gi-Hun had a sweet tooth—everyone knew that. But when you mentioned wanting to bake him something special, he’d waved a hand and laughed. “Ah, don’t overdo it! I’m happy with just a pack of Choco Pies.”

So, naturally, you overdid it.

You spent the entire afternoon making sujeonggwa (cinnamon punch) and hodu-gwaja—tiny walnut-shaped cakes filled with red bean and nuts. It wasn’t just about the taste; it was about effort, about giving him something that felt like care.

When he got home, the smell hit him first. His eyes darted to the kitchen table, then to you, standing there with a sheepish grin.

“…You did all this for me?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

You shrugged. “You said not to overdo it, so I obviously had to.”

He laughed, shaking his head as he picked up a warm hodu-gwaja. He took a bite—and immediately groaned. “Oh, this is dangerous.”

“Good dangerous?”

He grabbed another. “I’ll let you know after I eat ten.” Then, softer, “You really didn’t have to, you know.”

You nudged him. “I wanted to.”

Gi-Hun looked at you for a long moment before suddenly pulling you into a hug, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Guess I gotta find a way to spoil you back, huh?”

Young-Il

Young-Il had never been one for sweet things. He liked his meals hearty, his drinks strong, and his desserts—well, he often passed on those.

But when you mentioned you were going to bake baekseolgi—a fluffy, sweet steamed rice cake he remembered his mother making when he was a child—he’d hesitated. “You don’t have to go through all that trouble for me.”

But you did it anyway.

The kitchen was filled with the smell of sweet rice flour, and as the cake steamed, you couldn't help but feel a little excited. It was more than just making a dessert; it was about creating something from the past, something he’d long ago tucked away in memories.

When you called him into the kitchen, his face lit up with surprise. The golden baekseolgi was perfectly shaped, just like the ones he'd remembered. He stared at it for a long moment, like he couldn’t believe it was real.

“You made this… for me?” he asked, voice soft, almost hesitant.

You smiled, proud of your work. “Yeah. I figured it might bring back some good memories.”

He reached for a piece, tasting it carefully. Then, his eyes softened in that way they only did when he was genuinely moved.

“...This is exactly how I remember it,” he whispered, and it made your heart skip.

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “It’s just a cake, Young-Il.”

“No, it’s not just a cake.” He glanced at you, a small but genuine smile forming on his lips. “It’s everything. Thank you.”

Gong Yoo

Gong Yoo wasn’t exactly a fan of the kitchen. He liked to cook, sure, but his idea of a relaxing evening didn’t usually involve flour and sugar everywhere.

So when you suggested baking a cake together, he was skeptical. “Are you sure? I’m not the best with desserts,” he joked, glancing at the flour-covered counter like it was an enemy.

But you insisted, and before long, you had the batter for a decadent chocolate lava cake ready to go into the oven. It was complicated—maybe even a little beyond your usual abilities—but you loved how he seemed so willing to humor your little projects.

As the smell of the cake filled the room, Gong Yoo leaned against the counter, watching you carefully. “So, you’re telling me this cake is going to have chocolate inside it?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “Yes, trust me. It’s going to be worth it.”

When the timer finally went off, you both eagerly dug into the first warm slice. Gong Yoo paused after the first bite, eyes wide in surprise.

“This… is amazing,” he murmured, taking another bite.

You chuckled. “I knew you’d like it.”

He shook his head, laughing quietly to himself. “How do you come up with these things?”

You shrugged casually, resting your head against his shoulder as you both enjoyed the cake. “Just a little creativity and a lot of love,” you said softly.

Gong Yoo’s hand brushed yours, his smile slow but full of affection. “You’re a dangerous woman with desserts.”

Dae-ho

Dae-Ho wasn’t exactly a fan of dessert. He preferred the straightforwardness of savory food, and anything overly sweet didn’t seem to appeal to him. But when you mentioned wanting to bake tiramisu for him, something about the idea caught his attention. He didn’t really get why anyone would want to make such a complicated dessert, but the way your eyes lit up when you talked about it made him want to at least give it a try.

So there you were, whisking mascarpone cheese and espresso, layering the cake with care, all the while Dae-Ho hovered nearby, offering little bits of encouragement.

When you finally set the dish in front of him, he eyed it skeptically. “This looks… too fancy. Are you sure it’s good?”

You smiled, pushing the plate closer. “It’s not about fancy. It’s about effort. Just try it.”

He took a hesitant forkful, chewing slowly. Then, to your surprise, his expression softened, and a small smile tugged at his lips.

“This… this is actually pretty good,” he said, his voice low with surprise.

You grinned, proud of your work. “See? Told you.”

He set his fork down and looked at you with an affectionate, slightly teasing smile. “You really don’t have to go this far to impress me, you know.”

“But I want to,” you replied softly, leaning over to give him a quick kiss. “You deserve something special.”

Dae-Ho’s heart softened as he met your gaze. “I think you’re the one who’s special here.”

Min-Su

Min-Su had always been more of a savory food person. He’d never really understood the appeal of sweet treats—until you had a conversation about bingsu, the Korean shaved ice dessert. His curiosity was piqued, and he couldn’t stop asking questions about it.

So, of course, you decided to make it for him.

You’d gone all out—shaved ice, sweet red beans, fresh fruit, and condensed milk, making sure everything was perfect, just like the way his favorite bingsu places served it. When you set the massive bowl down in front of him, his eyes widened.

“Is this all for me?” he asked, blinking in disbelief.

You shrugged. “I mean, you said you wanted to try it, right? Plus, I thought you might like it more if it was homemade.”

Min-Su hesitated, unsure at first, then slowly took a bite. His eyes softened as the sweetness hit him. He took another bite, then another, until the entire bowl was almost gone.

“…This is really good,” he murmured, his voice full of surprise. “I thought I’d just… well, tolerate it, but this is different.”

You grinned, pleased with yourself. “I knew you’d come around.”

He looked up at you, his gaze tender. “How do you always know how to make me happy?”

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his cheek. “Because you’re worth the effort, Min-Su.”

Sang-woo

Sang-Woo wasn’t exactly known for indulging in sweet treats. He was always so focused, so driven—his attention rarely strayed to anything as frivolous as dessert. But when you mentioned baking churros, his face softened just enough to show curiosity. He’d smiled faintly, his eyes flickering with a hint of nostalgia.

“I haven’t had churros in years,” he had said quietly, like he was remembering something from the past.

That was all the motivation you needed.

You spent the afternoon preparing the dough, heating the oil, and getting the perfect cinnamon-sugar coating. The kitchen was filled with the warm, comforting scent of fried dough and sugar. When you placed the first golden churro on the plate, you noticed Sang-Woo watching you from the doorway, a quiet, expectant look on his face.

You raised an eyebrow, offering him the plate. “Well? Go ahead.”

He took one, biting into it slowly. You could tell he was savoring the sweetness, letting the warm flavor melt on his tongue. After a few seconds, he looked up at you, his eyes softened just a little more than usual.

“...This is surprisingly good,” he admitted, taking another bite.

You smiled, pleased with the result. “I’m glad you like it.”

He met your gaze, his expression serious but not cold. “You know,” he began quietly, “you always seem to know how to make things better… even if it’s just with something as simple as churros.”

You leaned against the counter, watching him for a moment. “It’s the little things that count, Sang-Woo.”

His lips twitched upward in a rare, small smile. “I suppose you’re right.”

Roh jae won

Roh Jae-Won was never one to shy away from a challenge, but when you told him you were planning on baking baekseot, a traditional steamed rice cake, he raised an eyebrow.

“You know, that’s a bit more complicated than it sounds,” he teased, clearly trying to suppress his smile.

You shrugged, grinning. “I like a challenge.”

The process was tedious, from soaking the rice to grinding it into a paste, but you enjoyed every moment of it. Jae-Won hovered around you, occasionally helping with the kneading, making sure you had everything you needed. He had no idea what went into the making of this cake, but he wasn’t about to let you do all the work alone.

When it was finally done, you presented the delicate cakes with a flourish, placing them on the table. “All done!” you said proudly.

Jae-Won eyed them carefully, then picked one up, inspecting it before taking a small bite. His eyes widened slightly. “Wow. This is really good.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. “You really think so?”

He smiled, a soft, sincere expression that made your breath catch. “You put a lot of effort into this, didn’t you?”

You nodded, feeling warmth spread through you. “I wanted to make something special for you.”

Jae-Won set the cake down gently and met your eyes, his voice low and full of affection. “You don’t need to make something special for me to know how much you care. But I’m glad you did.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you reached for his hand, the gesture more meaningful than any sweet treat you could bake.

Kim Seo wan

You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, visiting Kim Seo-Wan at the psychiatric hospital. His mind had been clouded for a while now, trapped in the delusions of a world filled with dragons and mythical realms. It broke your heart, but you loved him through it, even if you didn’t always fully understand his world.

Today, though, you had something special in mind. You’d baked dragon-shaped cookies—light, buttery with a hint of cinnamon, shaped with care to look like the creatures from his fantastical world. You hoped that, maybe, it would bring him a small bit of joy, a reminder of the love you had for him, no matter where his mind had wandered.

When you arrived at the hospital, you were greeted by the familiar sterile walls and the soft, muted sounds of the building. You found Seo-Wan in the common area, staring at nothing in particular, his expression distant. He was talking softly to himself about the "dragon riders" and "the kingdom in the clouds," his voice low but certain.

You carefully approached, setting the tin of cookies in front of him. His eyes flickered over to you, and for a moment, the delusion seemed to quiet, just enough for his focus to return to reality.

“Seo-Wan,” you said softly, kneeling down in front of him. “I made you something.”

He looked down at the tin, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. You opened it, revealing the little dragon-shaped cookies, still warm from the oven. “They’re from the dragon realm… just for you,” you whispered, trying to bring a smile to your lips.

For a second, his eyes widened in recognition. “You... you made them for me?” His voice was uncertain, but there was something behind it—a flicker of hope, maybe.

“Yes,” you nodded. “They're dragon treats.”

Seo-Wan reached out slowly, touching one of the cookies with his fingertips, inspecting it like it was a treasure from his world. Then, cautiously, he took a small bite. His expression shifted, the softness of the cookie almost bringing him back to a reality he could trust.

“These are... good,” he said quietly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Better than anything a dragon would make, I bet.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “I think the dragons would be jealous.”

He looked at you, and for the first time in what felt like ages, his gaze softened, as if seeing you clearly again. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For bringing this... and for remembering me, even when I forget myself.”

Your heart ached, but you smiled through it, taking his hand. “I’ll always remember you, Seo-Wan. No matter what world you’re in.”

And in that moment, just for a while, you both shared a piece of reality—a sweet, simple treat that reminded him that you were there.

Choi San

Choi San walked into the kitchen, drawn by the smell of something delicious. He found you carefully decorating a batch of cupcakes, the frosting vibrant and perfectly swirled.

“What’s all this for?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe with a playful grin.

You shrugged, offering him a warm cupcake. “I made them just for you,” you said, your eyes twinkling.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised. “For me? I didn’t even ask for anything.”

“Exactly,” you smiled, “That’s what makes it special.”

San took the cupcake, giving it an appreciative sniff before taking a bite. His eyes lit up. “This… this is amazing! Why don’t you bake more often?”

You chuckled softly, leaning against the counter. “Because I wanted to surprise you.”

His grin widened as he stepped closer, pulling you into a warm hug. “Well, consider me very surprised.”

[lumosflairr]

blurb suggestion! Ron having a sleepover with his girlfriend for the first time

note: okay i loveee this idea!! I’m just starting to write again so it might not be the best. This can take place whichever year you prefer (probably year 4-6?) Gryffindor! reader.

Warnings: none

Contains: fluff. simply JUST fluff!

Sweet cuddles.

You were in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione, studying for your next test coming up in Potions. Potions was never your top subject, as the process of what goes here, or what goes there, always left your brain in a twister.

“y’know how lucky I am to have you?” you laughed, after Hermione explained the problem to you. She gave you a smile and chucked along with you. “Im just glad you actually take in the information I give you, usually people just want the answer, which is not going to help you in the long run. If you just simply get the answer but have no Earthly idea on how you got it.. how will that become beneficial? I-“ “Hermione, your doing it again” you laughed, louder than last time. Her cheeks flushed and let out a giggle. “Sorry.. sometimes i get carried away..”

As you finished studying and were packing up, you saw Ron and Harry walk in. You could tell they came from Hogsmeade, Ron with a bag slam full of candies you were sure Harry bought him, and Harry with a couple chocolate frogs and Fizzing Whizbees.

The two walked over to where you were as you and Hermione said your hellos. Ron leaned down and gave you a kiss on your cheek, which you gave him a smile in returned as he took his seat beside you. Harry examined the notes and homework the two of you had completed. “Been busy, have we?” Harry said, which Hermione grabbed the paper she had her notes written on in the sassy way she usually does.

“Yes, and i suggest the two of you get to it as well, because y/n and I are not letting you two just copy the answers down!” You could tell shes been tired of people simply only speaking to her for answers. She knew the three of you don’t see her as a cheat sheet, but everybody has their limits and hers were being pushed.

Harry put his hands up in a defending manner, and Hermione sighed and put all her belongings away.

Ron tapped you on your thigh and whispered in your ear which a smile on his face, “You’ll give me the answers right?” “Nope” you said, popping the p at the end. He gave you a look, his smile dropping. “‘m only joking, yes ill give you the answers” you said with a giggle. “Bloody hell woman, you had me scared for a bit. Almost thought you were gonna be a little miss know it all and be all evasive” He let out a relieved sigh and laid his head onto your thigh, relaxing as you put your hand in his full head of hair, playing with the Ginger locks.

Although you had only been dating for about 2 months, You’ve known each other for about 5 years. Everything the two of you did together was basically second nature.

As the four of you sat and chatted for a while, Harry took a look at the clock and read the time, ‘9:54”. Harry stood up from his position, grabbing his bag from Honeydukes. “We might want to head off to bed, been a long day” Harry spoke.

You all agreed, except for a certain someone who happened to be in your lap. As Harry walked off, he didn’t hear a following path of feet behind him. Whenever he turned around, all eyes were on Ron. Everything was second nature, besides napping or sleeping together.

You two never really went into each other’s rooms and took naps, you normally just talked or watched muggle movies. This caused a smile to creep on your face as your cheeks tinted a shade of pink.

Harry and Hermione let out a laugh as Harry spoke “Well then, hes all yours for the night. Beware though, he snores and talks in his sleep all night long” He smiled big at that last part with a laugh and you looked up at him and returned the smile “Oh shut it..” Hermione grabbed her bags as Harry left, walking up to you on the way to your shared dorm. “I’ll be in our room, Are you staying on the couch with Ronald?” She questioned.

“No, I’ll be up there in a moment” She let out a hum in returned and bid you goodnight. You sat there with Ron in your lap, as you patted his shoulders. “Ronnnnn…” you spoke, attempting to wake him up. “Ronnn.. honey wake up..” you pressed your knee up against his chin, shaking his head as he let out a tired groan. His eyes fluttered opened and turned his head to face you.

“sweetheart...” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. Merlin you loved his voice when he was waking up. “Ron, it’s 10 o’ clock at night honey, its time for bed.”

He stirred and let out another groan, sitting up as he rubbed his neck. “Whats it look like i was doing?” You rolled your eyes playfully at his comment. “Let’s head to my dorm, yeah?” His cheeks flushed red at the comment. “Your dorm? as in im staying with you tonight?” His lips curled into a smile, a nervous one. “Obviously” you humorously scoffed.

“Thank Merlin, i was tired of hearing Harry chit chat in his sleep” He mentioned, an annoyed tone in his voice. You looked at him with playful eyes and a smirk once again, “Oh yeah? I heard you were the one talking in your sleep and snoring all night” you stated, your arms crossed as you look up at the Ginger. Ron, clearly embarrassed, turned his head around “Can we go to your dorm now?” You kept the smirk on your face and held your hand out “Let’s go then.”

As he took your hand, you both walked to you and hermione’s shared dorm. She was fast asleep, her night lamp cut off and her blinds shut.

You dug into your dresser, pulling out your sleep shorts and tank. They were white with pink flowers and lacy straps, with the matching pair of shorts. As you grabbed your pajama’s you realized Ron didn’t have anything, and walking downstairs then back up across the common room was way too much work. “Would you like an old shirt of mine to sleep in?”

you said, giving him a look with your eyebrows raised. That bashful look came back on his face, “It’s alright love, ill just sleep in what i have on. Your stuff wouldn’t fit me anyways.” ‘That was very true’ you thought to yourself, Ron had surely buffed up since last year. His muscles had grown at a somewhat scary amount, which honestly left you drooling. You nodded your head and turned around. 

You peeked over your shoulder and noticed Ron was still staring at you. You let out a giggle “Some privacy?” you smirked, His whole face turning red. “oh.. oh erm yeah sorry sweetheart..” he let out that nervous chuckle as he turned around while you changed.

“Alright love you can turn back around” As he turned and his eyes landed on your figure, he took in just how beautiful you truly were. His eyes scanned you up and down as he walked up to you and placed kisses all over your face. “You’re so beautiful..can’t believe you’re actually mine..” he whispered, placing his head into the crook of your neck. “All yours..” you said as you traced circles on his back. 

“Let’s get in bed, yeah?” You felt him smile as he pressed a kiss on your neck and crawled into bed. You got in right after him and pulled the covers over the both of you. He pulled you into him, nestling your head in his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist and you both let your feet intertwine together. You loved having these intimate moments, the sweet ones. “You give the sweetest of cuddles…” he whispered into your ear which you returned his comment with a kiss to his shoulder. “Goodnight love” you said, feeling sleep take over you. You smiled mentally to yourself. “Goodnight, Sweetheart”

hey!! so this was my first blurb written in what feels like centuries so if you have any writing tips or things i could’ve done to make this story a little better please lmk! I enjoy feedback alot💜

[brights-place]

⋆˚࿔ 【 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞‼ - Aftermath Of The Halls 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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A males voice filled with annoyance echoed in the hallways "Honestly! This year's orientation was terrible! that boy ruined it!" Riddle stood in the hallway with a scowl plastered on his face fists balled up as if he was going to choke something or someone.

"Now, now." Trey patted a hand on Riddle is the shoulder slightly squeezing it tight the vice-housewarden walking just behind his lower classman smiling softly  "We got everything under control, thanks to you Riddle." He added on watching as the red haired male is heart ahoge bobbed.

Riddle turned slightly to look at Trey over his shoulder "Who did that boy think he was?!" Riddle fumed, still not entirely over the mishap from the ceremony. Trey sighed "Riddle-" Riddle cut off Trey still red faced "He was so cocky! That look in his eyes!" "Riddle" Trey repeated trying to get Riddles attention "And don't get me started how cocky he looked when he tackled me- Oh don't get me started when he said that the queen of hearts liked him! Someone our age would never met her unless they were fae and-" "Riddle" Trey said slightly louder making Riddle face his upperclassman with a sour face "He was a She" silence slowly filled the hallways as Riddles red face dimmed blinking at Trey if he just spoke in a differnet language.

Riddle blinked “The boy with h/c hair and purple highlights?” “Yes” “The one who shoved me down?” “Yes Riddle” silence filled the two once more before Trey sighed.

"It was her first day, although I'm not sure if she'll be remaining on school grounds since the Dark Mirror said she was the daughter of a seven... plus crowley was quick to deny it too" He responded hoping that condoling his housewarden would get him in a better mood so he wouldn't be as strict with the new students in the welcoming party.

Trey witnessed how Riddle spoke up once more face not as red as before yet still aggravated "Even so if she was a woman that does not give her an excuse along with that beast that invade the ceramony" Riddle sighed as Trey continued to walk beside Riddle down the hallway tuening a corner "I'm sure Crowley's sorted it all out by now they've most likely been sent home by now and the monster removed from campus." He suggested feeling a little calmer as the redness of Riddle's face faded.

"Yes but If I do recall the mirror has stated quite many things along with the fact you have corrected me that the he is a she... if she was the daughter of a seven which one we must demand from crowley-" "Riddle! Trey!" Riddle was cut off by Cater as the ginger haired male rounded the corner the same time as the two waving a hand at them with a cherry smile "The new students are all assembled for the welcoming party." He hummed.

Riddle nodded his head his own hand placing onto his hip as he stared down the ginger "Thank you for the report, Cater. Has the venue been prepared in accordance with the laws of the Queen of Hearts?" Riddle stared intensly at his upperclassman silver eyes eyeing Caters face  "I assume the roses have been painted in an alternating pattern of red and white?"

Cater grinned one hand holding his phone that he moved slightly as he beamed "Naturally! They're perfect"

"Very well" Riddle stated in acknowledgement to the response walking past Cater to resume his trail to the hall of mirrors "Then let us hurry back to the dorms." Riddle froze after a few steps turning to look over his shoulder at his upper classmen with furrowed brows "If I see anymore trouble both of your heads will roll" His voice laced with authority "Remember that." "Yes, Housewarden." The two answered in sync staying still as Riddle turned back away from the both of them and continued to walk down the halls shoes tapping against the floor once more.

Cater let out a soft sigh, shoulders slouching as the smile slid off his face. "Good thing we finished repainting the roses in time..." He whispered reaching up to fiddle with one of the two loose strands that were in his face "You sure work me hard Trey." Trey glanced at the ginger from the corner of his eye giving cager a small smile.

Voice close to a whisper and kept quiet so the younger red haired make wouldn't hear Trey spoke "Thanks for your hard work, Cater." "So where did the girl with highlights go?" Cater questioned quietly having left much earlier than the rest of the students before Crowley had sent them all out of the mirror chamber "Crowley should've sent her back home by now considering what the Dark Mirror said about their soul... though I would of thought he'd let her stay but he went on a tangent about how she was a girl" Trey's answer was flat his eyes focusing on the path in front of him but lingering on the back of Riddle's head in concern.

"Aww... I was hoping I could've gotten a pic with her for Magicam... I could of gotten massive likes" Cater pouted shoulders slouching over a bit more in disappointment "We rarely get freshie's who acutally have good fashion taste" Trey hummed used to Caters constant blabbers about Magicam "Riddle didn't seem very fond of her... even though he thought she was a boy..." He whispered a bad feeling settling in his stomach over how quickly Riddle took a dislike to the girl especially when he saw Riddle nearly lash out on the girl for saying that she knew the queen of hearts and she liked her.

Cater gave the green-haired boy a look before grinning"Chill out, Trey. Riddle's uptight about everything it'll be fineeee." The ginger laughed off glancing over at Riddle to make sure the redhead hadn't heard him before whispering "Plus, we got a party to get too so have some fun and relax for once." Cater suggested wiggling his brows giving his dorm's vice-housewarden an easygoing grin.

"Or~" Cater said in a melody tone "You could always bake some more photogenic dishes..." He suggested giving Trey a shoulder nudge to see if he could pull out a couple more pics for his Magicam posts.

Cater just received a small grin in response Trey adjusting his glasses as he replied "I thought you said all the new Heartslabyul students were gathered and waiting."

Cater flinched at Treys words widening, and eyebrows furrowed as he was gawking at Trey Trey grinned at his friend a smug look forming on his face "I don't think you'll be taking many photos this year since you're suppose to be taking care of all the freshmen Cater." Cater's expression fell as a guilty look spread across his face as he fiddled with a strand of hair again a nervse habit Trey picked up on from his friend "I thought you forgot about that..." He complained earning a small chuckle from Trey.

The sound of Riddle's heels against the tiling came to a halt making both pause their conversation and focus back on their housewarden who'd turned to face them with a harsh glare to make them silent as they returned back to walking

The two stayed quiet following along behind their housewarden one focused on the redhead while the other was focused on his phone tapping his thumb against his screen to distract himself.

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[leffee]

Ohhhhhhhhh my gosh

this literally never happened

[darklydeliciousdesires]

John Shelby Vs. Breakfast - A John Shelby/Reader Short.

I haven't written for any of my Peaky lads in a hot minute, so I thought I'd do a little fun, fluffy piece for my fave ginge <3 Enjoy!

Words - 792

Warnings - None, just John being John!

Clattering. Swearing. Burnt toast. Those are what greet you after descending the stairs, coming into the kitchen to see perhaps the most unnatural sight in the world; John cooking. Or rather attempting to.  

“Bastard, bloody thing!” Yes, the cast iron pan handle heats up while cooking eggs and bacon in it, not that he’d realise, being a man. Naturally, he’s had a woman perform these tasks for him all his life, so why would he know that? “Oh, shit, shit, shit, not again!”  

At least this time when he reaches for hot metal, he has the sense to cover the end of the toasting fork with a kitchen towel, pulling the slices of bread from in front of the fire. “Fuckin’ hell!” 

You stand and watch it, the sexy, ginger ball of stress whirling like an agitated tornado around the space, John much too predisposed by messing up the preparation of breakfast to notice you there, his entertained audience of one.  

“Alright, I can save that. Scrape the burnt bit off. Right, kettle’s almost done. Sodding hell! How the fuck do women do this and make it look so bloody easy?” 

“Because we’re magicians,” you finally speak, watching him jump before he spins around, pointing at you through the chaos of his own making. 

“You should be in bed, still!”  

Shrugging, you approach, stroking his bare forearms, his sleeves all rolled up. “I was wide awake, so I thought I’d get up.”  

He bustles, waving his arms. “No, no. Ain’t supposed to be like this. I had a plan! Bring you breakfast in bed and now it’s all bloody going wrong!” 

Casting your gaze over his shoulder, your eyebrow flutters upwards. “I don’t think that has anything to do with me coming down the stairs, John. The pan is smoking, by the way.”  

His face falls. “Fuckin’ hell!”  

“Do you want a hand?” you offer, watching him move it from atop the range, scraping the slightly overdone eggs and bacon out onto two plates. 

He waves his hand towards the table. “No, you sit down.” 

“I can do the teapot, at least?” 

More hand gestures are directed. “Sit down, bab!”  

He’s adamant to do this, so tucking your dress, you take a seat, picking up the morning paper as he butters the toast. Finishing plating up the breakfast and pouring the tea, he brings it to you, everything a little crispy and haphazardly presented, your new husband looking at you from under a few furrowed brow.  

“Don’t look nothing like when you make it, but I hope it tastes alright, at least.” 

Digging your fork in, you take a first mouthful. “It’s lovely, darling. Thank you. What made you want to cook for me in the first place, though? You always denounce it as woman’s work. Not that you should. We’re in the twenties now, us women are to have our equality.” 

“Oh, not you an’ all!” he groans, rolling his eyes. “You and bloody Pol and your women’s lib!” His little wink indicates he isn’t a hundred percent serious, picking up a slice of toast and taking a huge bite, crumbs collecting at the corners of his lips. “And I did it because I wanna make amends. Ain’t proper that we’re married and I can’t take you on honeymoon. Nah. Even a weekend up the seaside would have been nice. Got all this fuckin’ shit round me neck, though.” 

Indeed, he has. You know well who you married, and the life of a prolific gangster is seldom easy. Or, in this case, flexible enough to allow for time away from Birmingham with his new bride.  

Reaching for his hand, you stroke the freckled flesh, cocking your head. “You’ve no amends here to make, love. I know, I understand. It is what it is.” 

“Yeah, but it bloody shouldn’t be, cos’ you deserve more!” he fumes, forehead creasing. “And I can’t give it to ya right now. Feel like a right bloody joke of a husband, I do.” 

“You know what you can give me, though?” you tease, John not immediately picking up on the connotations. “A bloody good seeing to.” 

He pauses his chewing, an eyebrow arching. “Get that scran down your neck sharpish, bab. I might not be able to take you away even for a weekend, but I can take you to bed instead.”  

To be honest, is seeing a lot of time pressed against a mattress beneath your new husband not the point of a honeymoon? You’ve always thought so, at least, therefore it matters not where that mattress happens to be. Whether further afield or Birmingham, as long as John is there, it’s all the honeymoon you need.  

A slightly cremated breakfast is an added bonus, too.