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reputationbarbie · 8 months

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❝baby, i'm the sweetest.❞

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A/N: i just got through midterms so sorry this chapter took so long. enjoy this chapter of interactions between the delicious trio. this also isn't edited so ignore any mistakes. enjoy ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: ellie gets into a fight at school and calls the sweetest baker for help.

Chapter Warnings: fighting, bruising, language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), threatening (brief), arguing (brief), symptoms of anxiety and depression.

Key Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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For the next three weeks, I had fallen into a routine of seeing Joel every day at 10 p.m. when he’d come over to cook dinner and pick Ellie up from my house. Although I love baking, I detest cooking. Maybe it’s my sweet tooth, but I’m grateful that Joel has taken over that role in my life. If it weren’t for him I’d be eating takeout every day.

I’d lay awake every night and think about the details of his face. His salt and pepper facial hair, his rough hands, the burns on his forearms. My thoughts swirled with Joel as I tossed and turned in bed. I’d repeat the same words to myself over and over again until my face turned blue.

We’re just friends, Ginny. He doesn’t want you that way.

As the owner, I rarely take days off work from Daylight. But, on days like today, my body informs me that I’ve reached the end of my rope. Burnout.

The rain falls softly outside against the window and I moan at the feeling of the cool glass on my temple. My eyes dart down to the bustling city, hoping to have my mind on anything but this recipe for a while.

Suddenly my phone starts ringing, sending me jolting upright. My hands feel in the blankets for the slender device. Once I find it, I don’t check the caller ID before picking it up.

“Hello?” I say into the receiver.

I hear a voice on the other side clear their throat. “Hi, is this Ginny?” I hear a fake sweet voice come through the speaker.

My face screws when I try to pin the voice down to a person. “Ellie?” I question the other person on the line.

I hear a loud sigh, simulating the wind blowing in my ear. “Yeah. Thank fuck you answered,” she counts her blessings.

Taking the phone away from my screen, I look at the random numbers I’m familiar with. “Why are you calling me from the Principal’s office?” I ask her.

Ellie shuffles and I hear the office chair beneath her squeak. “About that…” she starts.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I close my eyes. “Cut to the chase,” I rush her so I can get back to my day of relaxing.

I hear Ellie inhale a sharp draw of breath. “Joel is super busy because he has a fucking tasting event going on right now. This is gonna sound crazy so first you have to say no and then you have to say yes,” she rambles quickly.

My eyes roll as I stand from the comfort of my window seat. “Land the fucking plane, El,” I goan.

There’s a momentary pause where I think I’m going to reach through the phone and strangle Joel’s crotch child if she delays any longer. “I got in a fight and I need you to pretend to be my mom or something so you can pick me up from school,” she explains.

My jaw drops as soon as I register the words. “You what? Argh, Ellie,” I complain. I love the kid but I have boundaries, and this is not how I wanted to spend my day off.

“Please, Ginny? Please? Please? Please?” she begs and I shake my head.

My feet shuffle up the steps to my bedroom so I can change into more acceptable clothing. “Fine, but only because I don’t want to think about apple pie for a little while,” I conceded, trying to figure out how long it would take me to get to Jackson High.

My hands push on the bar into the office. Crinkling my nose at the LED lights above me, I walk up to the person at the desk. “Hi. I’m Imogen Miller. I’m here to pick up my daughter, Ellie Williams,” I introduce myself, lying a bit. I can’t fight the feeling that Joel’s last name sounds good with my first.

The woman in front of me raises an eyebrow at me. “Oh,” she says almost in disgust, looking me up and down. Fucking cunt. “Let me go get her from in-school suspension,” she grumbles, taking her leave.

Fuck you you fucking bitch. “Yeah, you do that,” I snip lowly at her.

I pace around the room, anxiously waiting to see the brunette girl walk through the door. Fuck, I will burn down this whole school if she has so much as a cut on her lip. “So you’re Ellie’s mom,” I hear a curious voice come from behind me.

When I turn around, an older lady is standing with her daughter. The kid can’t be much older than Ellie and she’s covered in stitches. “And you are?” I ask with attitude. After being in this school for 10 minutes I don’t want to interact with another person for the rest of the weekend.

She crosses her arms and purses her lips at me. “The mom of the girl your daughter attacked,” she accuses Ellie.

My first ball so tightly, I think I might draw blood. You can’t fight a mom in a school, Imogen. You’re an adult. “My daughter wouldn’t attack anyone,” I defend Ellie, though I know nothing about the fight.

I will always defend the ones I love in public, then scold them later about the situation. And that’s exactly how I plan to handle this situation.

“Are you kidding me? Look at her face?” The blonde woman hisses.

My eyes roam up and down her daughter’s body. The kid is as tall as me and Ellie only comes up to my chest. “I’m more so looking at her stature. You let a little girl do all that?” I taunt gesturing towards her face.

The blonde rolls her eyes. “It’s obvious we’re not going to get anywhere. Your kid is just as crazy as you,” she scoffs.

My blood boils and I can feel the steam coming from my ears. “Again, my kid. Who I will choose how to discipline. Now you have a nice day,” I finish her.

She sticks her nose up as high in the air as it’ll go, turning around.

Shaking my head, I decide it’s probably best to find a water fountain as soon as possible so I can cool down. Just as I come up for air from the short fountain, another person approaches me. “Hi, are you Ellie’s mom?” the tall black man asks.

I shift putting one hand on my hip. “Yes. What is it now?” I dig at him.

The man’s cheeks fill with a soft plum color. “Nothing, Mrs. Miller. I’m Mr. Henry, the freshman art teacher,” he introduces himself with a hand extended. “Nice to meet you,” he

My eyes widen and my skin boils with embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sorry. I met a rude parent. She still has my head frazzled. It’s nice to meet you too,” I politely shake his hand.

He pivots to stand next to me as I start walking down the hall. “Your daughter is quite the artist,” he compliments Ellie.

A smile covers my face thinking about how others see the brilliant girl. “Thank you,” I murmur.

“Must run in the family. What do you do?” He asks.

“Oh, I– Ellie’s not,” I babble, pausing to clear my throat. Get it together and play your role, Imogen. “I’m a baker,” I answer confidently.

Mr. Henry nods, pausing by the door of the office. “Wow. A baker for a mom and a chef for a dad. She must have the best school lunches,” he ponders.

I shrug, reaching for the door handle. “Something like that. Although Joel has a bias against too many sweet treats,” I joke, stepping into the office.

Mr. Henry smiles, holding the door open for me. “I could see that,” he murmurs.

Across the room, the opposite set of double doors open. Ellie strolls in behind the office assistant. “Here she is. You can go ahead and sign her out for me,” the assistant instructs me.

“It was nice meeting you,” Mr. Henry offers a smile before turning towards Joel’s daughter. “Try to stay out of trouble, Ellie,” he advises.

Ellie’s hand goes up and she gives a small wave. “Bye, Mr. Henry. See you Monday,” she bids him a goodbye.

Once my signature is on the paper, I don’t bother waiting for the ink to dry. I’m nearly ready to drag Ellie out of here. “Done. Let’s go, El,” I announce, slamming the pen down on the desk.

Ellie looks up at me, practically bouncing with excitement when I wrap my fingers around her arm, pulling her out of the office. As soon as we make it outside, I bring us to a screeching halt. “The fuck happened to your eye? Was it that cunt’s daughter? I will fuck both of them up, Ellie. I swear to god,” I rant, patting her body for any more signs of damage.

Ellie grabs my wrists to stop me. “Dude, calm down. I handled it. She had to get 15 stitches,” Ellie boasts proudly.

Instead of checking for bruises, my hands smooth out her school uniform. “That’s fuckin right. I ain't raise no bitch,” I grumble.

Ellie sighs while I fix her sweater. “Um, Ginny. You didn’t raise me at all,” she points out with a raised eyebrow.

A flush creeps onto my face as I realize my mistake. Ellie’s not my kid. “You’re right. Don’t tell Joel I said that,” I beg her to cut me some slack.

After all, it’s the least she can do for me. I did pick her up from school. “Actually, don’t tell Joel about any of this shit,” I clarify with fear that Joel will be angry with Ellie.

We begin to walk towards my tiny Volkswagen Bug. Ellie throws her head back in frustration. “Ugh, what am I gonna do? He’s going to notice my eye,” she groans.

I click the unlock button on the key. “What happened?” I ask.

Ellie’s head turns back towards the school. “That cunt, Bethany, wouldn’t leave me alone,” she says as though she’s waiting on Bethany to come after her.

I put my hand on the top of her head, turning her head back towards me. “And what did she say?” I ask.

Ellie shrugs and she stops to kick some dirt on the path. “I don’t know,” she lies, head hanging low.

Once we reach the car, I move my hands to her shoulders. “El, you do know,” I reiterate so she knows I’m serious.

Ellie nods, and her eyes dart towards the ground. “I know…. She wouldn’t stop telling me I was a pussy and I couldn't handle shit myself. I told her I didn't want to fight but she shoved me,” she explains.

My hand yanks on the handle of the passenger side. “That’s good enough for me. You were defending yourself from a bully. I’m sure your dad will see it the same way,” I say to Ellie as she slides into the seat.

Once we’re both in the car, I pull up the McDonalds app on my phone. “Now, it’s free fries Friday. Shall we?” I ask, starting the ignition.

I hear Ellie click her seatbelt before shifting towards me. “We shall,” she responds with a slight small.

I shift the gear into drive. “That’s fucking right. I knew you were my kid,” I cheer, pulling off onto the main road.

Ellie lays in my bed, cuddled up with a Grogu stuffie around 10 pm that night. The light from the TV in my room fills the room and the noise of medical machines beeping layers perfectly with Ellie’s snores. We haven’t left the bed since we got back from Jackson High. As soon as we got back, we immediately turned on Grey’s Anatomy and gorged on snacks.

Now hours later, my phone buzzes repeatedly and my head snaps over, hoping it won’t wake the traumatized child up. I quickly crawl to the end of the bed, swiping my phone up from the ground before lowering my feet to the floor. I quickly scurry across the room to my on-suite bathroom, sliding the door closed.

A picture of me and Joel on Halloween covers the screen and I smile a bit. He’s just here to pick up his daughter, Imogen. Not to see you.

My finger presses the green button, and I bring the phone up to my head. “Hey,” I say lowly.

“Sugar, I’m outside your back door,” Joel's husky voice dances on my ear drums.

My feet tip-toe across the tile to the window that faces the back. Pulling the curtain to the side, I look down at where Joel is standing with a wine bottle in his hand. He’s patiently waiting for me or Ellie to open the door. “Spare key is under the mat,” I direct him.

He shifts a bit and tucks the bottle under his arm. “You’re jokin',” he sighs.

My head shakes and then I realize, he can’t see me. “No. I don’t feel like coming down 3 flights of steps so, let yourself in,” I tell him.

He groans, before reaching down to lift the mat. He picks up the pink sparkly key, holding it in the air before shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant but I’ll be up in a second,” he grumbles, sticking the key into the door.

“Sounds good, we’re in my room,” I inform him before clicking the red button on the screen.

A minute or two passes and I turn to my side, checking to make sure Ellie’s still asleep. Her brows furrow in her sleep and I gnaw on my lip watching her struggle, even in her dreams.

Joel’s footsteps slowly make their way closer to my room and I see his shadowy figure slowly push the door open. He pokes his head in, surveying the room when his eyes land on mine. “Hi,” he greets me with a small smile.

Dear god, he’s going to give me a heart attack. He’s so fucking cute and I find myself lighting up when I see him. A smile creeps onto my face when Joel steps into the room. “Hi,” I whisper before looking back down at Ellie.

“How long's she been out?” I hear Joel ask.

“Only 30 minutes,” I huff out.

My eyes find Joel’s again as he sets the bottle of wine down on my mantel. “Damn it. She’s gonna be mad when I wake her,” he foretells.

My eyes roam up and down his body, savoring how good he looks in the moonlight. His hair has grown a bit longer since Halloween, curling up slightly at the ends. “Maybe she should stay tonight,” I suggest.

Joel shrugs his jacket off, hanging it on a wall hook. “Why?” he asks.

“Come. Sit,” I demand, patting the empty spot at the end of the bed.

Joel kicks his shoes off by his jacket before sauntering over. He lowers his body awkwardly onto the edge of the bed with clasped hands. My hand reaches out towards him and he takes it, allowing me to pull him closer to me.

The warmth of his hands has me reluctant to let go. “Don’t freak out,” I preface once he’s close enough.

His eyes observe my face, and I assume he’s looking for any sign of emotion. “Darlin’, whenever you start a sentence like that I lose my shit,”

“Well, don't,” I command him before my hands slowly move to Ellie’s hoodie. She’s lying on her side with her back facing the both of us, so Joel can’t see her bruised face. I grab the edge of the fabric, pulling it back just enough to reveal the purple circle on her face.

Joel sucks air in through his teeth and his upper body tenses. He leans over a bit more to get a better look at the black eye, dramatically dipping the bed. Ellie seemingly senses this and her body shifts to face us.

Neither I nor Joel take a breath, waiting to see if Ellie’s going to wake up. She lets out a small grunt and her eyes flutter open. “Joel?” she whispers, squinting up at him.

Joel pulls the blanket up, tucking her in. “It’s okay, baby girl. You can go back to sleep,” he reassures her.

“Mmmm okay,” Ellie sighs, snuggling into the pink silk.

I slide towards the end of the mattress, grab Joel's wrist, and pull him into the ensuite bathroom. As soon as the door is closed, I turn around to face him.

The first thing I notice is the prominent scowl on his face and his tense shoulders. “The hell happened to her face?” he grits.

My nose scrunches with disdain. “Don’t fucking snap at me, Joel,” I whisper yell at him.

He crosses the room, trapping me in between the counter and his body with nowhere to move. There’s nowhere for me to move and even if I wanted to, I’m frozen in place. “Fuck. I’m sorry, sugar,” he apologizes, putting his hands on my hips.

His fingers slightly slide under my shirt and I shiver before he lays his full palms on my waist. His eyes flutter closed and he leans closer to me, resting his forehead on mine.

He hums and I know this is just platonic. He doesn’t want you Imogen, he’s just trying to ground himself. “She called me to pick her up around 11. Said the girl was an antagonistic bully. She shoved Ellie and called her a pussy,” I ramble while Joel’s thumbs trace a comforting pattern onto my skin.

He sighs and his eyes stay closed. “Ginny,” he says lowly.

“and Ellie rightfully beat her ass. I’m just saying to go easy on her for the next few days. Bitches are mean and I would’ve fought at 14 too if that cunt stepped to me like that. Did you teach her how to fight? Because she wiped the floor with that girl,” I continue, getting irritated about the situation all over again.

Joel opens his eyes, leaning back a bit. “Ginny,” he repeats.

“Oh, the school probably called you already. If they say I cussed out a parent, they’re fucking liars,” my nostrils flare, but Joel’s no fool. He probably already knows the truth.

My eyes search Joel’s face for any type of reaction before I continue. His face is entirely blank, confusing me more. “Gin—“

“What Joel?” I annoyingly cut him off.

He clears his throat, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. “Thank you,” he says calmly.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “You don’t have to thank me,” I tell him, looking away.

Dejavu clouds my brain when Joel bends his knees, forcing me to look at him. “I do. Ellie’s not your responsibility and she shouldn’t have called you. She should’ve called me,” he reiterates and I try not to get lost in his chocolate irises.

My head nods and I lick my lips, still salty with chip remnants. “Yes but Joel, I would much rather her call me than not say anything at all. What if she got arrested or worse? At least she’s safe. A win is a fucking win,” I argue.

He nods, scratching his eyebrow. “She talk to you after?” he asks.

“Mmhm,” I answer.

“How was she?” he follows up.

I shift to lean on my other leg. “Quiet. Usually, the first thing she does when she sees me is regurgitate one of your dad jokes, but she’s barely said a word since we got back,” I note.

“Damn it,” Joel swears, pacing around the large bathroom. “Damn it,” he grits a little louder.

He runs his hands through his hair, slightly tugging at the roots. “What should I do?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

I gnaw on my lip faced once again with the fear of telling Joel how to parent. He stops pacing, waiting for me to answer. “Joel, I don’t know,” I sigh, quite frankly stressed the fuck out.

He shakes his head and lets out a client grunt. “You do. You’re just bitin' your tongue because you don’t want to step on my toes,” he speaks with his hands.

I step forward, grabbing his hands to try and soothe him. His calloused palms feel rough against my smooth moisturized ones. “Just be there for her and love her. Just keep loving her Joel,” I advise.

He adjusts our palms so his hands are on the outside. “Okay. Thank you, again,” he grunts.

The silence between us is comfortable, but Joel’s blinking is slow. “You look tired. Go lay down next to Ellie while I make my bed in the spare room,” I instruct him, pulling him towards the door.

His feet drag on the tile beneath us. “I can help you,” he offers.

I release one of his hands, sliding the door open. “You can help me by making me breakfast in the morning. I’m sleepy too,” I bargain, hoping he’ll make some bacon.

“Okay,” Joel whispers as we leave the bathroom. I part ways with him, heading down the hall to make up the extra bed for him. It only takes a few minutes and when I get back to my room, I catch a glimpse of Joel lying horizontally over my footboard.

As I come closer, I see both he and Ellie are asleep. He’s on top of the covers, having shed his jeans, holding Ellie’s feet through the duvet.

I shake my head, too tired to bother waking him. He grumbles as I slide into the warmth of the bed and I roll my eyes. I didn’t expect to share my bed with one human tonight, let alone two.

I pull the covers up, careful not to kick Joel in the face as I situate myself. Like magic, my eyes close and I’m asleep within minutes.

As soon as I can form a thought, I feel a chill hit my feet. I instantly swipe them around the sheets, searching for my electric blanket. My legs intertwine a warm item and I attempt to hide my face behind Ellie’s body.

A few moments pass and I hear snickers in the room. “Go back to sleep, sugar,” I hear the man’s voice say and I try my best to ignore it.

I groan, melting further into the warm body next to me. It’s far too early to be thinking about anything but more sleep. “Shut up, then,” I mumble.

This time the laugh is loud and deep, and it comes from underneath me. The realization that I’m curled into Joel right now sends panic up my ass.

My eyes open wide and I shoot up into a sitting position, scrambling back away from Joel. Joel reaches out to grab me but I underestimate how big my bed is when I’m suddenly tumbling backwards on the floor.

My body connects with the ground with a loud thud. “Oooo,” I hear Ellie groan.

Joel peers over the edge of the mattress. “You alright?” he checks, voice laced with concern.

My hand pushes his out of the way. “I’m fine. Just got spooked. Not used to people being here is all,” I partially lie.

The problem isn’t with them staying here, it’s my feelings for Joel. “Sorry we scared you darlin’,” Joel apologizes.

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I stand from the floor. “It’s okay. Shit. What time is it?” I ask the two sitting on top of my bed.

Ellie shovels another forkful of pancakes into her mouth. “11:30,” she mumbles through chewing.

My eyes go wide and I feel an oncoming spiral approaching. My chest gets tight as the panic sets in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I swear, looking for my phone under the 5 layers of blankets. “The bakery opened 3 hours ago,” I tell them, patting the top of the covers to find my phone.

Joel grabs my wrist, ceasing any movement I’m making. “Relax. I checked with Grace. They’re doin' fine,” he reports with a small smile.

The gaze lingers between us for a moment too long causing a sizzling feeling to linger in the air. Joel looks down at where we connect, quickly pulling his hand back. “Ginny, come on. Joel made breakfast,” Ellie beams before popping a crispy slice of bacon in her mouth.

I rub my eyes, trying to get out any crust that might be in them. “You did?” I ask.

Joel nods and I admire his bedhead. “Least I could do, sugar,” he says nonchalantly.

Ellie stands from the bed, holding her empty plate in her hands. I follow after her, excited to soothe my rumbling stomach.

Once we’re in the kitchen, I’m hit with the realization that I hate cooking. There hasn’t been food in my house since last Thanksgiving. “Where did you get the bacon?” I ask Joel over my shoulder.

“Stopped by my place earlier,” Joel discloses.

My heart warms and a smile so big covers my face it hurts. “Joel, that’s so nice,” I remark.

Ellie darts past us, putting her dishes in the dishwasher. “I have to keep working on the wall. Thanks for breakfast, Joel,” she bids us goodbye, rushing across the room.

Joel hands me a plate and I accept it, loading it up with some fresh fruit first. “You’re welcome, kiddo,” Joel replies.

“See you in a bit, El,” I call to her.

“Look, I have to go. My brother Tommy is comin' round and he doesn't come round often,” Joel says, awkwardly tapping the counter with his pointer finger.

My jaw drops and I peer up at him with regret. “Oh fuck, Joel. You should’ve woke me up,” I whine.

Joel slowly shakes his head. “Mmm, didn’t want to. You look cute when you sleep,” he compliments.

My eyes widen and I look down at my plate, praying I don’t drop it. Joel fucking Miller just called me cute. “I’m sorry,” I apologize.

“Don’t apologize. I made the decision,” Joel’s morning voice sounds like a melody to my ears.

I nod, unsure of what to say. I pick up a piece of bacon, moaning at the perfect crispiness of the meat. “Well, enjoy breakfast. Thanks again for Ellie,” Joel pipes up.

“Of course. Bye, Joel,” I wave at him as he follows his daughter.

“Bye,” Joel calls over his shoulder with a smile.

My head throws back with a groan as I shuffle towards my couch. A faint knocking sound rasps on the wooden door and I pause my movements. I wait for another knock and when I don’t hear anything, I dust it out of my mind. I sit on the couch before I hear a knock again, this time louder. My feet carry me down the stairs to my back door and when I turn the corner, I see Joel’s side profile.

He looks stressed so I quickly yank the door open. “Did you forget your knife again?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, sweetheart. I’m sorry for botherin’ you,” he apologizes, putting one hand on the door frame.

He leans onto the side of the bakery and the wood groans beneath him. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

He clears his throat, seemingly uncomfortable. “Are you free tomorrow?” he asks.

My brows furrow and I pull my cardigan closed over my inevitably hard nipples. “Uh, I can be. Why?” I sputter.

He closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling a harsh breath. “Maybe I’m readin’ this wrong,” he sighs.

“Reading what wrong?” I ask.

Joel removes his hand from the wall, straightening his back. “Nevermind. I’ll see you later,” he mumbles.

My eyes dart left and right. Am I in the fucking twilight zone right now? “Umm okay,” I utter.

“Bye, sugar,” he says before taking a step back, putting what feels like a mile in between us.

Somehow, I feel a pang of disappointment in my stomach that I’ve missed something. “Bye,” I say to him, stepping back and shutting the door.

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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Roses are red, violets are blue, all I want for this V-Day is to do you!” Abby littman x male baker reader.

Abby Littman x Male!reader

"So what do you think Abby wants for valentine's day?" You ask your sister taking a seat next to her at the table to eat breakfast before school.

"I don't know you're her boyfriend," Max scoffs.

"And you're her best friend, this is our first valentine's day together I don't know want to screw it up," you sigh as Marcus comes down the stairs and grabs the box of cereal, "Marcus what are you doing for Ginny for Valentine's day tomorrow?"

"Nothing, valentine's day is fucking stupid," Marcus says taking a handful of cereal right out of the box and stuffing some in his mouth.

"Right Marcus is the last person I should ask about this kind of stuff," you say when your mom joins you guys in the kitchen.

"Marcus for God's sake can you please use a bowl," she says watching Marcus pour milk into his mouth directly from the carton.

"Mom, what are you and dad doing for valentines day?" You ask her.

"The same thing we do every year, we have a table reserved at blue farm why?" She responds, taking the milk carton from Marcus who rolls his eyes at her.

"Because Y/N doesn't know what to do for Abby and he's running out of time," Max taunts.

"Get her flowers, that's always nice," Ellen says with her usual chipper attitude.

"That's so basic," Max says dramatically.

"None of you are any help," you huff, getting up from the table.

"Teenagers," Ellen mutters to herself.

That day at school Abby and Max are walking to class together when Max remembers your conversation over breakfast.

"By the way Y/N is freaking out about Valentine's Day tomorrow," Max chuckles.

"Why? It's not that big of a deal," Abby replies.

"Because he thinks he has to get it perfect for you being your first valentine's day together and all," she shrugs.

"Well tell him he doesn't, I really don't care if we do anything," Abby says.

Max doesn't tell you.

Mostly because she forgot and partially because she really couldn't care less plus she is also only slightly bitter that she's the lone Baker without a valentine this year.

You avoided Abby all day trying to quickly put something together and the next morning at school she goes to her locker to find flowers and chocolates (that were very clearly the leftovers from the store but she doesn't mind) inside waiting for her with a note saying to come by your place at 5pm.

"Max I thought you were going to tell Y/N not to do anything," Abby says.

"Oh yeah no I didn't do that," Max states.

"Do you at least know what he has planned?" Abby questions.

"Nope," Max replies, taking the box of chocolates from her and beginning to eat them, "wow he really couldn't spring for the good stuff?"

5 o'clock comes around and Abby nervously waits on your doorstep unsure what she's about to walk into.

"Hey, happy Valentine's day," you say, kissing her sweetly and letting her inside.

She sees some pizza boxes on the kitchen island and thought maybe you didn't go over the top like she anticipated.

"So what are we doing tonight?" She asks curiously.

"Close your eyes," you say and she chuckles, closing them as you guide her to the door to the backyard, "okay you can open them."

She opens her eyes to see a small screen and projector set up in front of the lawn chairs with some basic fairy lights hung up around it, pizza and soda ready to be eaten.

"Y/N," she smiles.

"I know it's not a lot but I wanted to do something special for you and it's probably really lame cause every restaurant was booked up so all I could get at the last minute was pizza and-" you ramble before being cut off by Abby kissing you.

"It's perfect," she says, "oh I got something for you too."

Abby hands you a card and you open it up seeing a handwritten message inside.

"Roses are red, violets are blue, all I want for this V-Day is to do you," you read out loud and laugh, "okay well that would have been a much easier date to plan for."

"Y/N I don't care about this cheesy holiday as long as I'm with you I'm happy," she says wrapping her arms around your neck.

"So should we skip the movie and go right upstairs or…" you say raising an eyebrow.

"We should definitely go upstairs now and watch the movie later," she nods, giggling as you pick her up and kiss her, carrying her up to your bedroom.

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Hiya! May I request for all of the hsr men with reader who’s a baker! Sort of like the character Ginny from dislyte. And they use their baking capability’s to fight alongside others!

Cute! I love Dislyte…haven’t played in forever though lol…

-Honkai star rail men with a baker!reader-

Dan Heng: doesn’t have a sweet tooth at all, but he can’t reject your baked goods, they’re just too delicious. He’ll always take them when you make them hehe. He’s mostly impressed with the way you’ve managed to turn baking into a fighting style though, he finds it very impressive and he’s always interested in seeing you fight, even if he’s not a big fan of violence.

Gepard Landau: Doesn’t have a huge sweet tooth, but he does have a fondness for the goods you make. They’re just…delicious! Even to someone without a sweet tooth. He’s always impressed with your combat style too. How you manage to turn baking into a fighting style never ceases to amaze him…

Sampo Koski: you make him baked goods to sell alongside his other ‘wares’ if you could call his shady items wares that is. He loves dating a baker, he’s got a sweet tooth, hehe. And he could go on and on about how unique and cool your fighting style is.

Jing Yuan: Jing Yuan is very happy to be dating a baker, hehe. He’s got a sweet tooth, and he’s always delighted to receive anything homemade from you…your fighting style is also remarkable too, he’s fascinated with the fact that you’ve managed to turn baking into a fighting style.

Luocha: Luocha doesn’t really have a sweet tooth, but he does have a weakness for your baked goods…you make them for him to sell alongside his wares as a merchant. He’s also, of course, amazed you manage to use baking in a combat sense

Caelus: Caelus doesn’t seem to know when to Stop eating your food to be honest. He seems to have a bottomless stomach…you usually have to cut him off, haha. He’s always fascinated to watch you fight too, with your incredible baking powers.

Welt Yang: Welt Yang admires your baking skills and your combat skills in equal measure. He finds it very impressive that you manage to bake And fight as well as you do. He encourages to continue baking if it’s what you love.

Blade: Blade isn’t much for sweets, but even he must admit a fondness for the ones that you make. He’s mostly impressed with the fact you manage to use your baking capabilities to fight though. He finds it…very impressive. He always looks forward to fighting alongside you, so that he can observe you in combat.

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Hi Sam, in Brumous you indicated that Harry can cook and has quite the aptitude for it, but in DH it seemed like him and Ron had no ability to cook whatsoever, and Hermione did most of it. I was honestly so confused because JKR mentioned Harry cooking when he was 10 years old and almost indirectly saying he cooked for the Dursleys. Now I know 2/3 are walruses and would probably eat anything but I think his aunts standards would have been high for her two favourite men and she ensured Harry cooked decently. I can’t see Molly not teaching her children basic life skills so I think Ron probably wasn’t the best chef but I think he would be decent. Do you think this was an oversight by JKR or do you think they didn’t know how to cook?

Maybe JKR forgot.

Maybe she just wanted Hermione to do everything because she’s the best at everything and she modeled Hermione after herself.

Maybe because it was camping cooking and not cooking cooking.

Either way, Harry can cook and Ginny thinks he looks hot doing it.

Also, I picture Ron as a really good baker and a decent cook. Ginny is a good cook but a decent baker.

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Ginny & Georgia Season 2: Quotes

- “Ten minutes, or I’m taking away your phone. (Ellen Baker) - Good. We’re wasting our lives chained to these screens for our dopamine hits. Does it actually make us more fulfilled? No.” (Marcus - Episode 1)

- “Uh-uh. I’m just gonna smile and be pleasant. That’s what families do on holidays. Pretend to like each other, damn it.” (Ginny - Episode 1)

- “I don’t know, I don’t care, I’m numb. I’m generally numb.” (Episode 1)

- “So love you, mean it, hate you, kidding, bye.” (Maxine - Episode 1)

- “Ginny, life is a game. And if you’re not playing, chances are you’re the one getting played.” (Georgia - Episode 2)

- “You’re just gonna stroll in after a week with an air of mystique and zero explanation?” (Georgia - Episode 2)

- “We’re gonna talk a lot about what you think and what you feel, because that’s gonna influence what you do.” (Therapist - Episode 2)

- “Why does everything have to be so terrible all the time, forever?” (Episode 2)

- “It’s the free will theory on a theological spectrum. And on the basis of Buddhism, we suffer so we know happiness. Also, people are dicks.” (Marcus - Episode 2)

- “At some point, you get tired of being played with. Trust is a funny thing. It’s so easily abused. And betrayal leaves a metallic taste.” (Ginny - Episode 3)

- “Hey, how high do I have to be to never think anything ever again?” (Episode 3)

- “It sucks when you’re with someone and you’re into them way more than they’re into you.” (Padma - Episode 3)

- “Why’d you do it, Mom? (Ginny) - Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” (Georgia - Episode 3)

- *But you have to live for the future, ‘cause the past’ll eat you. There’s more to life than that hell.” (Episode 3)

- “You don’t get to be the decider of the moral high ground.” (Episode 4)

- “Do I remember a missing person’s case from over a decade ago?” (Episode 4)

- “I’m the one who’s mad, not you. (Max) - Oh, I’m sorry, Max. Did I disrupt the equilibrium of the universe by suggesting that something not be centered around you? You talk a lot, but it’s not all quality.” (Ginny - Episode 4)

- “Do you ever feel all this pressure to just fit in everywhere and act perfect all the time? (Ginny - Episode 4)

- “I call it glitter magic. Add a little sparkle to anything, and no one will see the ugly underneath.” (Georgia - Episode 6)

- “’cause he doesn’t know that you’re not Jesse, the third-grade teacher and that you’re actually a low-budget Keith Mars here to ruin my day.” (Georgia - reference to Veronica Mars - Episode 6)

- “You know, the enemy of happiness is wanting things.” (Marcus - Episode 6)

- “Sometimes, it’s better to apologize after than to ask for permission before.” (Episode 6)

- “Never let ‘em see you cry. Strong face, strong front. What they don’t know, they can’t use against you.” (Georgia - Episode 7)

- “G, I’ve changed. (Gil) - So you said. (Georgia) - You don’t believe people can change? (Gil) - Sure they can, just not for the better.” (Georgia)

- “Yeah, but no one’s allowed to get over me. That’s the rule.” (Episode 7)

- “Okay. Where do you think we are, Euphoria? Let’s go.” (Maxine - Episode 7 - reference to Euphoria)

- “That’s the problem. No one person should be responsible for your happiness. That’s not fair. You shouldn’t be with me, but you shouldn’t be with her either. We both got something that we needed, and we wished it was with... someone else.” (Episode 8)

- “You know what? I hate promises because anyone who has ever made a promise to me has broken it because they’re liars.” (Ginny - Episode 8)

- “I don’t have room... for anyone else’s pain right now.” (Marcus - Episode 8)

- “But being loved takes work too. I don’t have it in me to be loved right now.” (Marcus - Episode 8)

- “You know, there’s nothing more dangerous than a beautiful girl. (Gil) - Sure there is. A violent man.” (Georgia - Episode 9)

- “Ready to see where they put the Curriculum 2 kids? Yeah, where the lighting’s bad and the standards are low.” (Abby - Episode 9)

- “No one else you purposely or accidentally unalived?” (Ginny - Episode 9)

- “I know you don’t like me. - It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s that I hate you.” (Episode 9)

- “You seek me out. You come to me at Christmas Eve, you flirt with me. I don’t know what you’re doing, Georgia, or why you’re doing it.” (Joe - Episode 9)

- “He’s a troubled kid, but he loves you. He’s just got his own demons. He recognizes that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Love isn’t enough though. I wish it was, but it isn’t always.” (Georgia - Episode 9)

- “I don’t want you guys to see that ugliness ever, but that ugliness exists, and I can’t always shield you from it. But we can get through anything if we stick together, right?” (Georgia - Episode 9)

- “You guys are fine, right? Not emotionally scarred beyond repair?” (Georgia - Episode 10)

- “But I kinda just started getting over you, and this kinda feels like a weird thing for you to do. Do you still have feelings for me? (Marcus) - I just thought it was real. Just because it ended doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.” (Ginny - Episode 10)

- “I don’t know, exes are annoying, in that they’re, like, still alive even after they break up with you.” (Episode 10)

- “It doesn’t always have to be fine, Abigail, okay? (Norah) - Yeah, boys are very pointless.” (Abigail - Episode 10)

- “I get why you did it. It’s noble... to let someone who loves you go if you’re only gonna hurt’em.” (Georgia - Episode 10)

- “Don’t you think I know this is what I’ve always wanted? I don’t belong here, okay? I’m a fraud. I’m a con artist. I’m a phony. I’m a damaged, unlovable, trailer-park teen mom murderer. I told ya, love isn’t enough. (Georgia) - Why don’t you think you deserve happiness? (Ginny) - I do not trust happiness. There’s a difference. He wouldn’t wanna marry me if he knew everything.” (Georgia - Episode 10)

- “You were there for me when I needed you, and then you weren’t there anymore, and I felt that. And then I heard you tell Max that you didn’t wanna be with me. You needed me to be there for you. (Ginny) - Okay, you hate me. I deserve it. Okay, I didn’t mean for things to get this far. It kind of just happened.” (Marcus - Episode 10)

- “Do I mind?” (Episode 10) - “Yes, I mind. You’re a child. I’m not giving you substances.” (Joe - Episode 10)

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Choises - a study

Harry didn't exactly know when it happened.

It could be in the Chamber or in the graveyard. Or probably both. Yeah, definitely both...

The chalenge that Harry was dealing with this time was worse that the dragon, the basilisk and the dementors combined. Harry didn't think he was exaggerating. Not this time.

He knew he wasn't the most... moral individual out there.

From 'killing and eating the intestines of a rat when he was 6 because he couldn't open the, at that time new, locks, and he hasn't ate in at least 5 days, and he so conveniently found a rat near the playground on the last day of school and fucking Jenna Baker was braging that she got a mouse for her birthday and surely it must be okay that Harry got one as well, as long as aunt Tuney doesn't find out it must be alright. It must!' incident alone you get that he wasn't that great in the morals departament. But in his defence he did fell bad for the rat's death. But he was also hungry and desparate. And the combination of both won over his morals.

At least most of them. He wasn't going to murder a human being. No matter what they did.

Not even him. The reason of his questioning morality, the reason he lived and still lives with the Dursley's over the summer, the fucking murderer of his parents and the guy who killed Cedric, entered him in a deadly tournement and tried to murder and probably will succeed in murdering him in the probably near future and... his current crush.

Oh, and current Dark Lord who is fighting for the death of anyone who isn't a pureblood and at least 50 years his senior. Oh, did Harry forgot to mention that? Opsie!

Which againt brings Harry back to his current dillemma.

'How the fuck did I get here?'

He got a wet dream where Voldemort fucked his guts out. That's how he got here.

And it wasn't even a dream where hot 16 year old Voldemort was fucking his brain out. No - no - no! Harry's couln't be that easy. He got snake head - no nose - red eyes - paper skin fucking Voldemort. That Voldemort was worse.

He knew he was bent, that wasn't really a surprise for Harry, he had plenty of dreams about guys like Oliver and Cedric, but he also had dreams about Cho and even one about Parvati, so he knew he wasn't a real fag, just bent. So a dream about 16 year old Tom wouldn't have been a problem.

But it was a dream about Voldemort, so it was a problem.

He couldn't tell anyone about this. Not Ron, not Hermione and certainly not Sirius.

So 14, soon to be 15, year old Harry Potter chose to ignore his crush.

Like 11 year old Harry Potter chose to ignore every quality that may have had him sorted in anything other that Gryffindor.

Like 12 year old Harry Potter chose to ignore the hatred he had for Ginny for being so stupid to be manipulated by a motherfucking book. His anger at the stupidity of the adults for not realising, at least, what the monster from the Chamber was.

Like 13 year old Harry Potter chose to ignore that his godfather and his teacher nearly killed a man and harmed Harry and his bestfriends.

Like 14 year old Harry Potter chose to ignore his bestfriend's betrayal.

Like 15 year old Harry Potter will chose to ignore that Snape has been a victim all his life. His sudden urge, at Voldemort cowardly departure from Dumbledore, to run after the darkest wizard of the time and beg him to take Harry with him to tell him that Harry loves him .

Like 16 year old Harry Potter will chose to ignore that part of him still hates Ginny, the same part that only wants Ginny for Tom.

Like 17 year old Harry Potter will chose to ignore his bestfriend's second betrayel. His knees colapsing under him and bursting into tears at the sight of his soulmate's body, not for the deaths of his friends and of children like everyone else assumed. No, he wept at the sight of the love of his life, a man he loved as much as he hated, lifeless on the ground. Because of him...

Because of Harry Potter.

The-Man-Who-Chose.

A Tragedy in the form of a Martyr Hero.

Harry Potter turned the Elder Wand, a Legend in form of a Wand, to himself and for the first and last time cast the Killing Curse succesfully.

A Saving in the form of a Punishment.

But that will be later.

Right now Harry is going to stay awake and try not to weep at the thought of loving a man he hated.

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Foodie - September Book List

This month’s list is all about food! In all of these novels, food plays a central role in the story or character’s lives. As a foodie myself, I’m really excited about these books! I hope you like them too :)

As always, please vote for which of these books we should read. Link is at the bottom of this post.

And on to the books...

Cinnamon and Gunpowder, by Eli Brown

The year is 1819, and the renowned chef Owen Wedgwood has been kidnapped by the ruthless pirate Mad Hannah Mabbot. He will be spared, she tells him, as long as he puts exquisite food in front of her every Sunday without fail. To appease the red-haired captain, Wedgwood gets cracking with the meager supplies on board. His first triumph at sea is actual bread, made from a sourdough starter that he leavens in a tin under his shirt throughout a roaring battle, as men are cutlassed all around him. Soon he’s making tea-smoked eel and brewing pineapple-banana cider. But Mabbot—who exerts a curious draw on the chef—is under siege. Hunted by a deadly privateer and plagued by a saboteur hidden on her ship, she pushes her crew past exhaustion in her search for the notorious Brass Fox. As Wedgwood begins to sense a method to Mabbot’s madness, he must rely on the bizarre crewmembers he once feared: Mr. Apples, the fearsome giant who loves to knit; Feng and Bai, martial arts masters sworn to defend their captain; and Joshua, the deaf cabin boy who becomes the son Wedgwood never had.

Quentins, by Maeve Binchy

Is it possible to tell the story of a generation and a city through the history of a restaurant? Ella Brady thinks so. She wants to film a documentary about Quentins that will capture the spirit of Dublin from the 1970s to the present day. And Quentins has a thousand stories to tell: tales of love, of betrayal, of revenge; of times when it looked ready for success and times when it seemed as if it must close in failure. But as Ella uncovers more of what has gone on at Quentins, she begins to wonder whether some secrets should be kept that way...

Sourdough, by Robin Sloan

Lois Clary is a software engineer at General Dexterity, a San Francisco robotics company with world-changing ambitions. She codes all day and collapses at night, her human contact limited to the two brothers who run the neighborhood hole-in-the-wall from which she orders dinner every evening. Then, disaster! Visa issues. The brothers close up shop, and fast. But they have one last delivery for Lois: their culture, the sourdough starter used to bake their bread. She must keep it alive, they tell her—feed it daily, play it music, and learn to bake with it. Lois is no baker, but she could use a roommate, even if it is a needy colony of microorganisms. Soon, not only is she eating her own homemade bread, she’s providing loaves daily to the General Dexterity cafeteria. The company chef urges her to take her product to the farmer’s market, and a whole new world opens up. When Lois comes before the jury that decides who sells what at Bay Area markets, she encounters a close-knit club with no appetite for new members. But then, an alternative emerges: a secret market that aims to fuse food and technology. But who are these people, exactly?

The Kitchen Daughter, by Jael McHenry

After the unexpected death of her parents, painfully shy and sheltered 26-year-old Ginny Selvaggio seeks comfort in cooking from family recipes. But the rich, peppery scent of her Nonna’s soup draws an unexpected visitor into the kitchen: the ghost of Nonna herself, dead for twenty years, who appears with a cryptic warning (“do no let her…”) before vanishing like steam from a cooling dish. A haunted kitchen isn’t Ginny’s only challenge. Her domineering sister, Amanda, (aka “Demanda”) insists on selling their parents’ house, the only home Ginny has ever known. As she packs up her parents’ belongings, Ginny finds evidence of family secrets she isn’t sure how to unravel. She knows how to turn milk into cheese and cream into butter, but she doesn’t know why her mother hid a letter in the bedroom chimney, or the identity of the woman in her father’s photographs. The more she learns, the more she realizes the keys to these riddles lie with the dead, and there’s only one way to get answers: cook from dead people’s recipes, raise their ghosts, and ask them.

Five Quarters of the Orange, by Joanne Harris

When Framboise Simon returns to a small village on the banks of the Loire, the locals do not recognize her as the daughter of the infamous Mirabelle Dartigen - the woman they still hold responsible for a terrible tragedy that took place during the German occupation decades before. Although Framboise hopes for a new beginning she quickly discovers that past and present are inextricably intertwined. Nowhere is this truth more apparent than in the scrapbook of recipes she has inherited from her dead mother. With this book, Framboise re-creates her mother's dishes, which she serves in her small creperie. And yet as she studies the scrapbook - searching for clues to unlock the contradiction between her mother's sensuous love of food and often cruel demeanor - she begins to recognize a deeper meaning behind Mirabelle's cryptic scribbles. Within the journal's tattered pages lies the key to what actually transpired the summer Framboise was nine years old.

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{ JACOB ELORDI, 22, CISGENDER MALE, HE/HIM } Is that NATHANIEL SHAW? A JUNIOR originally from SAG HARBOR, NY, they decided to come to Ogden College to study UNDECIDED on an ATHLETIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

THE ESSENTIALS

Nathaniel Shaw hates rich people. Raised in a poor family, by an on-and-off single mother thanks to his absentee father, he had to work for every single cent he’s ever had. He dealt with this with bitterness and resentment, choosing to take it out by punching whoever pissed him off, getting into fights and trouble more often than not as he was growing up. With his athletic talents, it was enough to get him a scholarship to Ogden, but not enough that he’d ever get the chip off his shoulder about being the poor kid around the unbelievably wealthy. He’s over-sensitive, withdrawn, and tactless, but if you get on his good side, he may just allow you to share his weed and show that underneath that, he does have a pisces stellium, and does in fact have feelings beyond just letting them get hurt so he can start hitting people.

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CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS

ryan atwood (the oc) - billy dunne (daisy jones and the six) - nate macauley (one of us is lying) - marcus baker (ginny and georgia)- jj maybank (obx) - william magnusson (skam) - tim riggins (fnl) - jess (gilmore girls) - johnny castle (dirty dancing) - the ninth doctor (doctor who) - roy kent (ted lasso) - patrick verona (10 things i hate about you) - diego hargreeves (the umbrella academy) - john bender (the breakfast club) - alex karev (grey’s anatomy) - conrad fisher (tsitp)

TV TROPES

BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER - dark and troubled past - the stoner - byronic hero - abusive parents - disappeared dad - fish out of water - scholarship student - the casanova - jerk jock - delinquents - book dumb - tall dark and snarky - sour outside sad inside - hidden depths

OGDEN COLLEGE 2022-2023

Major:

Undecided - some classes he has been taking, beyond gen-eds are: ceramics/wheel-throwing, photography, literature classes, and avoiding anything to do with music thus far xoxo

Extracurriculars:

Swimming, Crew, Boxing Club

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Nathaniel Shaw

NICKNAME(S): Nate, Natey (only from his younger sister, if anyone else calls him that, they’re consenting to be punched in the face)

DATE OF BIRTH: march 23rd, 2001

AGE: twenty-one

ZODIAC SIGN: aries sun, pisces moon, aries rising, pisces mercury, pisces venus (in retrograde), aries mars. have fun!

OCCUPATION: ????????????? part time pool boy, illegal street fighter. idk was this man does beyond that

HOMETOWN: sag harbor, ny/melbourne, australia

NATIONALITY: american and australian dual citizen

ETHNICITY: a white man?! no!.gif

LANGUAGE(S): english (barely)

GENDER & PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight, to make him worse. but also it's sorta "straight"

RELIGION: definitely an atheist

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: i don’t think he has political opinions other than eat the rich

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: Jacob Elordi

HEIGHT: 6′5″

EYE COLOUR: brown

HAIR COLOUR + STYLE: dark brown, worn like this (yes, the mullet, sorry).

ACCENT + INTENSITY: Australian - it comes and goes with how strong it is. He lived in Melbourne from age 3-15, so it’s definitely there, but it also is faded at this point, especially on certain words. it can come out stronger as well, and he definitely do be emphasizing it sometimes

TATTOO(S): a thin line around his left forearm, with a wave above it on the inside of his arm (going almost up into his elbow), coordinates of sag harbor and melbourne on the back of his left arm above his elbow, rowing oar along the outer bone of his right forearm, initial tattoo on the inside of his right forearm (gotten with all four siblings when his younger sister turned 18)

SCAR(S): probably a lot

PIERCING(S): one in each ear lobe - usually wears either a plain gold hoop in them

GLASSES: yes, but he doesn’t wear them 99% of the time. is this man just wandering around blind? very possibly

CLOTHING STYLE: honestly i imagine a lot like Jacob Elordi’s more lowkey style - something like this, this or this. Josh Heuston's style is very fitting too, like this, this, this or this. He also wears all the jewlery/rings/necklaces and often has his nails painted. and this pic is the ultimate nate style for me.

PERSONALITY

MBTI TYPE: INFJ

POSITIVE TRAITS: passionate, loyal, independent, honest, brave

NEGATIVE TRAITS: all of them. over-sensitive, short-tempered, aggressive, pessimistic, cynical, crass, withdrawn, resentful, impatient, reckless, (overly) competitive, attention seeking, tactless, brash, intense, aloof

GOALS/DESIRES: (suicide tw) literally nate barely even wants to be alive, so no, he doesn’t have any goals

FEARS: turning into his father

HOBBIES: ….smoking weed, contemplating the misery of his existence, punching people in the face, fucking bitches and getting money (except the money part because he’s poor), playing the guitar/lowkey fucking around with music production

HABITS: his habits include smoking a joint daily, punching whoever pisses him off, scowling when people speak to him……there’s probs more but that’s what i got tbh

SMOKES? weed, constantly.

DRINKS? most definitely

DRUGS? has dabbled....and will get worse if the plots i want work out

HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR TROPE:

Nate is the BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER because, at the end of the day, he is far more sensitive than he will ever let on. Everything hurts this Pisces moon, even as he glowers and glares, and yes, punches his way through them. He’s quick to react with anger - which often translates into violence - all while hiding how things are constantly hurting him. It’s easier to ignore it, because there’s nothing he can do. It’s just the hand he was dealt. And if he’s good at anything (which he still thinks may be debatable), it’s throwing a punch.

EXPANDED PERSONALITY:

Most of Nate’s personality is negative. Even what could be a positive trait (such as competitiveness, honesty, sensitivity, intensity….) he tends to turn it up to 1000 until it’s damaging. But honestly, most of it just negative to start with. He’s very withdrawn and broody, spends most of his time and interactions just glowering at people, and yet has an extremely short fuse, so will go from no reaction to swinging in the blink of an eye. he basically throws tantrums like a toddler, albeit a very large, 6′5″ toddler who actually knows how to fight.

However, he is extremely loyal if he decides someone is worth it - spoiler alert, most people aren’t - he will be there for them in the best way Nate knows how. Still tactless, but like, he tries his best. Basically his way of showing emotional support is being like so, uh, you wanna smoke a joint? Because at the end of the day, Nate is not very smart. Emotionally, or in a book smart sense. He can come off a bit of a himbo, just with his attempts to be charming and flirt with women (when he wants to). Plus he’s hot. And he knows it. And isn’t afraid to use it.

Speaking of women (ladies, please run), Nate likes to be pursued. He hates having to make the first move - probably due to of feeling like he isn’t worth it, more on that below - and he will flirt, charm, seduce, but when it actually comes down to it, he wants the other person to make that final leap. Some sort of validation or something. He likes when girls pay attention to him, and tries to coax it out of them. However, he also has a lot of resentment towards his mother for chasing after his father and bending over backwards to try to make things work, so he also loses interest as soon as a girl is too interested. And when he loses interest, he won’t say anything, he’ll just ghost or cheat. The only kind of confrontation Natey boi is good at is one that involves his fists.

His default way of connecting with people is…well, sex. Nate has no examples of a healthy emotional relationship, and he isn’t good at making friends, so typically, when a girl wants to get close to him, he fakes intimacy with his head between their legs, making them feel like they have him because he’s sleeping with them. Like he’s open and connected to them just because they boned. In reality, it’s just his way of avoiding the emotional intimacy he’s petrified of, because he knows it’ll come back to hurt him. The only downside to all that is the rare times he does want to emotionally connect with someone, he has no idea how to. All he knows how to offer is his body, really.

Nate’s very dry, prone to swearing (he did grow up in Australia), and his sense of humor is very deadpan. If you actually talk to him, you realize there’s a lot of sarcasm in his cynicism, put the issue is that he’s extremely withdrawn from most people, and honestly doesn’t even see the point in having conversations with them. He also uses this to hide a lot of his fundamental insecurities - he genuinely feels like he’s not going to amount to much, mostly because he’s been made to feel that way. He acts brash and confident, but he really does struggle with feeling like he’s worth anything. It’s part of why he gets so over-competitive, because he wants to prove he’s good at something.

CONNECTION IDEAS

some wanted dynamics -

a childhood friend from australia (one day i will submit this wc to the main)

i still really would like nate to get into music, so someone to help encourage him along that path would be....amazing. he really loves music, but his father was a deadbeat musician, and since nate HATES him sm...he's gotta come to terms with that side of himself

in general, someone(s) who encourages his artsy soft boi side to come out

hamptons enemies - people who summared in the hamptons, dynamic would be dependant on muse. maybe people whose families he worked for (outside of the Morrison's?)?? Bonus points if they had a hot mom he could've banged !!

fight club - nate street fights for money, so ppl who participate or aware of that would be funsies

hook-ups/fwbs/ons's to help him get over the girls in his past since they are all no longer options rip

flirtationships - bc nate rarely makes the first move

the other man - nate has no morals, so if u need someone for ur muse to cheat on their significant other with...here he is

and as always - down to brainstorm and put nate into anything that would fit !!

RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER:

When the Shaw family moved back to Sag Harbor from Australia, where Nate’s mother grew up, they instantly realized they were not on the same class playing feel as everyone else. They had never been wealthy. Four children and barely steady incomes from their parents - when they were even together - guaranteed that. The kids all realized pretty quickly they were going to have to get jobs, especially now that their father was completely out of the picture. Nate ended up working for a few families who ‘summered’ (god, he hated that word) nearby, working as a pool boy. One of those families…yeah, you guessed it, was the Morrison’s. Greer took interest in the pretty Australian pool boy who was her age, inviting him along to join some of the parties she and her friends had, despite him being her family’s staff. No way was that going to end badly.

Also, they may have hooked up a time or two their senior year of high school. But that’s irrelevant.

FAMILY

FULL FAMILY PAGE

SOCIAL CLASS: lower class

FATHER: Luke Shaw

MOTHER: Ella Shaw, née Quentin

SIBLING(S)? 3 - older brother; Liam Shaw , older sister; Melanie Shaw, and a younger sister; Quentin "Quinnie" Shaw.

CHILDREN? do not let this man reproduce no matter what you do (also having children is also his worst nightmare, since the last thing he wants is to his father)

ABOUT NATE

FULL BIOGRAPHY

nate is the third out of four kids in five years to two highly incompatible people

his mom followed his dad back to australia when he was 3, only to call it all off 12 years later, and move back to sag harbor when nate was 15

nate took the move v hard in general, got into a lot of fights, briefly ended up in juvie after being charged with assault

couldn't pay for a lawyer, but the kid he was defending became his best friend (xoxo keys) and his father was a public defender and got the charges dropped, so he doesn't TECHNICALLY have it on his record

shortly after he got invited to an illicit fighting ring, which had money being given to winners and tossed around in bets by the rich kids who vacationed in the summer

that's how nate ended up hanging out with them and partying with them despite being poorTM

early in the fall his senior year, there was a back to school party where the house they were in ended up burning down - since nate was the only one who didn't have rich parents, who do you think took the fall? (hint: nate)

stanford stopped recruiting him & he broke up with his girlfriend at the time (actually, he just ghosted her, but that counts)

did he end up getting a scholarship at ogden in return for keeping his mouth shut? maybe (yes)

when he came to ogden as a freshman in college, he came in as an engineering major (why? no idea - think someone told him too and he was like, well, i have no hopes or dreams of my own, so y not), failed a bunch of classes, and then ended up switching to an undecided major for his junior year…so is he going to graduate on time? absolutely not. he is very much behind in his schooling.

SOME FUN FACTS

yes, nate has jacob's australian accent

he is basically ryan atwood and i regret nothing

he worked as a pool boy and mowed lawns and shit during the summer once he moved back to the Hamptons as a teen to make some extra cash, so rubbed shoulders with a lot of rich kids, which just made him more bitter about all of it

he did in fact sleep with several milf housewives while he was doing above jobs

plays the guitar and piano and likes to fuck around with music production in his free time - his father is a musician so his lack of acknowledging this/sharing this/actually allowing himself to enjoy it is due to his ~ daddy issues ~

deep down he is an artsy soft boi, and he just refuses to acknowledge that he loves music because of his father, and the fear that exploring that side of himself will just turn him into his dad. it's definitely something he needs to come to terms to still

he started taking more art classes this semester now that he is undecided and he signed up for a wheel-throwing class so he QUICKLY became one of those slutty shirtless wheel-throwing tik tok boys. his first successful pot he made he gave to rhia so she could plant things in it.

FALL SEMESTER TOUCHBASE

jesse threw nate under the bus, nate threw jesse under the bus, they kissed fought, the cops were looking at nate real sussy

so yeah from the very first sit down with the cops, nate was not making a good impression

he did get dragged outta the pool during a swim practice to be questioned

after their second interview, he is in their list of suspects :)

overall, nate is trying very hard to not be involved with greer or her disappearance at ALL because he does not want to be held responsible

he did overhear (with pippa) penny saying that she knew why greer left

oh also, he hooked monty and ollie up with a half built house to use as a drug base, thanks to his connects in the construction industry near ogden

he has those connects bc the summer between his freshman and sophomore years, he worked for nat's dad while they were dating. and nat's dad hates him. so nate said fuck u i'ma have my friends deal drugs outta ur house

#ogdenintro #muse

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Find the Word

Danke for the tag @alonelyturtle🐝😎

Words to find: Somewhere; Blame; Write/Wrote/Writing; Short; Might

From Two Guys & Some Pie: (destiel) “somewhere”

In the end, he went with a fuzzy sort of picture that Sam had saved from last year – he’d been standing next to his Baby (his 1967 Chevy Impala) holding a carton full of pies and smiling. Well, more like squinting because the sun was in his face. In actuality, it didn’t look much like Dean at all. His hair had a weird blonde thing going on because of the summer sun and you really couldn’t make out his features, or his eye-color, which was his most attractive feature, he thought. But it was enough to let people know he had two arms, two legs and all the rest. Which was more than they deserved to know, Dean grumbled. He even cropped it a bit so that mostly all people could see were his pies and his Baby. It summed him up nicely, Dean thought.

Sam looked over his shoulder at the finished photo and only rolled his eyes. “You know, I think I have some baby photos of you somewhere I could scan. You wanna use one of those to make you even less recognizable?”

From Accidentally on Purpose: (destiel) “blame”

Dean feels a smile breaking across his face and can’t help himself.

“Is that what I think it is?”

Cas shrugs and rattles the box. “It’s a salad. For me.”

Dean frowns. He is just trying to figure out why 1) Cas is suddenly eating and 2) why he would pick a salad, of all things and 3) he blames Sam for this travesty. So lost in thought about Sam’s bad influence on the angel, Dean doesn’t notice Cas remove two forks from his coat pocket as he sets the box down on the bed.

“Dean.”

“Huh?”

Cas rolls his eyes and holds a fork out to him. “It’s pie. Blackberry. The owner at the diner down the road assured me it was the best tasting pie in the county.”

Dean feels relief and then surprise. “Dude. Did you just sort of make a joke and tease me with pie?”

From Two Guys & Some Pie: (destiel) “write/writing”

Turning back to his laptop after checking on his pie, Castiel opened up the letter he’d been in the middle of writing, picking up the thread of his thoughts once again.

…my brother once told me I had a better affinity with my bees and my baking creations than with people and I think he may have been right. I am awkward at the best of times and I rarely understand social norms or clues. There is one thing to say about this type of communication that we find ourselves using, it’s harder for me to misunderstand things. I do hope you are enjoying our letters, Baker. So far, it has, for me, been a pleasure to get to know you.

From my baking Hp AU, Baker Baker- (H/G) “short”

Harry had two weakness when it came to women. One was they had to have red hair – it didn’t matter which shade – auburn, ginger, bright red, soft red, warm mahogany, brilliant tomato red or even strawberry blonde. The other weakness was that he absolutely, without a doubt, liked women who were short. And this one was tiny – almost a foot shorter than he was and her hair was a brilliant, vibrant bloody shade of red. Actually, the more Harry looked at it, the more different shades he saw in it – some strands were dark, like near the back of her neck and some were light, almost golden red, around her face. He realized he had been staring at her hair for a while and quickly looked away. But soon felt his eyes latch onto her again.

From Chapter 16, Possession: (H/G) “might”

“Don’t you think you should put a hat on?” The bodyguard said calmly, and she felt Harry sit up straighter next to her.

Before leaving the hotel that morning, they had agreed on certain code phrases to call attention to anything off that Moody might pick up on. They ran from simple audible clues, like Moody’s grunts for too many people around them all the way to “It’s time for a nap,” which meant stop what you’re doing and head back the hotel, now. Telling her to put a hat on meant that something or someone suspicious was nearby. Ginny immediately felt her tenseness return and started looking around. Which, of course, is what the bodyguard had instructed her not to do. She tried to cover her mistake by leaning closer to Harry, setting her chin on his shoulder.

This was fun, although it made me sad (sadder? I dunno I am a walking batch of emo hormones lately) I don’t really write anymore. I tag: @scones-and-texting-and-murder and @startanewdream (even though she’s on a tumblr hiatus) and anyone else who writes and wants to share.

#Writing #tag you’re it #my writing

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Ginny Baker/Mike Lawson'#nonky #January 01 #2024 at 12:43AM

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megaphonemonday · 7 years

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only operating with half my burners

@monkshoodr: Ginny moves out of the hotel and can’t get room service, so Mike volunteers to teach her to cook.

I’m not sure how we, as a fandom, decided that Ginny’s a terrible cook, but I love it.

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“You’re hiring caterers for your housewarming party?”

Ginny tossed him a look and shrugged, going back to emptying out another box. This was the third, as far as Mike could tell, that was full to the brim of lycra-based work out gear. Yet, Ginny’s dresser was still only half-full. He shook his head and went back to folding her fitted sheets.

When he’d agreed to help Ginny move into her brand new condo, he’d thought it would involve driving some stuff around, carrying a few boxes to spare her still-healing arm. What he hadn't expected was to give into her kicked puppy expression and actually help unpack her stuff. He knew he should’ve stayed away when he found out the computer geek had broken things off. It would have been so much easier to resist if he’d known someone would be around to help her out. With Blip and Ev out of town, that apparently fell on him, now.

Well, at least they’d already set up the living/dining room. They just had to tackle her bedroom and Mike could escape.

(All he knew at this point was that he was eternally grateful that her bed had yet to be delivered. If he was going to play house with Ginny it was only self-preservation to stay far, far away from horizontal surfaces.)

“You know it’s only going to be like twenty people, right? And none of them are expecting a four-course meal.”

He wasn’t sure how, staring at the back of her head, he knew Ginny was rolling her eyes, but she definitely was. When she finally turned away from her dresser drawers, the annoyed look on her face confirmed it.

“Well, if they want to eat anything at all, then catering is probably a good idea,” she huffed, pushing her mess of curls away from her face.

They hadn’t unpacked her kitchen yet, but Mike figured she’d already done that or they’d get around to it. But maybe there wasn’t really anything to unpack.

Following a hunch, Mike dropped the pile of linens in his arms and clattered down the stairs from Ginny’s lofted bedroom.

“Where are you going?” she called after him.

Mike didn’t answer, just headed towards the state of the art kitchen tucked into a corner of the condo. There was a toaster and a VitaMix sitting on the counter, but the burners on the stove were spotless. He tugged open drawers and found silverware and a few wooden spoons, but not much else. Cabinets yielded dishes, and one sauce pan, but no baking sheets or roasting pans or anything that even poorly stocked kitchens had.

“What are you doing?” Ginny asked, a hint of humor coloring her words.

Mike looked up at her in abject horror.

“Where’s all your kitchen stuff?”

Her brow furrowed. “Did you not hear me before? Need to replace the batteries in your hearing aids?”

Ignoring the jibe, Mike just gestured vaguely around him, encompassing the whole kitchen. “You’re seriously telling me you don’t know how to cook? At all?”

“Yes.” When Mike continued to stare, Ginny’s arms crossed defensively. “I’ve been a little busy, you know. Not all women are Julia Child reincarnated.”

It was Mike’s turn to roll his eyes. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Still, she frowned at him. “Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I automatically know how to cook,” Ginny repeated, chin tilted up at him in challenge.

“Not because you’re a girl, Baker, but because you’re an adult. You’ve been living on your own since you were eighteen, how do you feed yourself?”

“There’s this thing called take out,” she sassed, hopping up on the counter and swinging her legs casually, heels drumming against the mostly empty lowers. “Also, frozen food has really come a long way since your time, old man. There are whole meals in the freezer aisle and everything.”

At that, Mike whirled and flung open her refrigerator. Inside, she had a decently stocked crisper and more grape soda than God, but little else. The freezer, on the other hand, was full of sad frozen dinners.

“When was the last time you cooked something that didn’t come in a box with microwave instructions on it?”

Ginny frowned in thought. Mike thought she was just pulling his leg until she replied, “When I was twelve I made chocolate chip cookies for my teacher.”

“It’s been more than a decade?”

“Well, it went really badly!” she exclaimed, shoulders hunching defensively. “They tasted horrible! Will still thinks I just mixed up the sugar and the salt, but it seemed better for everyone if I avoided the kitchen. Less chance for food poisoning.”

Mike just shook his head. “So, you’re just gonna let this beautiful kitchen go to waste? Never let it make all the home-cooked meals it was destined to?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “If I want home-cooked food, that’s what Evelyn’s for. Evelyn, who actually likes cooking and feeding people. Who likes it so much she was willing to take on my brother as a business partner to open a restaurant.”

She said it lightly, but Mike knew the sting of her brother’s departure and dishonesty was still fresh.

So, because he couldn’t have his rookie feeling sorry for herself and he needed a project for the off-season since things hadn’t worked out with Rachel—and, okay, maybe a little bit because he hated seeing Ginny sad—Mike said, “Well, that’s just sad, Baker. Even I have figured out how to feed myself.”

“Your housekeeper leaves you food and you know it,” she accused, a teasing smile lighting up her face. She even leaned forward, far enough that Mike tensed, ready to catch her if she lost her balance.

“Yeah,” he conceded, “but I still know how to feed myself, and I’m gonna teach you.”

That had Ginny rocking back, eyebrows creeping up her forehead. “Are you, now?”

Mike shrugged, aiming for casual, not that he was all that good at casual where Ginny was concerned.

“You are my rookie. At least ‘til spring training. Gotta make sure you don’t starve before next season.”

Her head tilted as she considered his offer. Mike told himself not to fidget even as the silence spun itself out around them. Finally, though, a full, dimpled smile began to spread across her face.

“All right, old man. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Honestly, Mike never thought he’d regret spending more time with Ginny. Curse himself for walking into a situation where he constantly had to remember that they’re teammates and friends and nothing else, sure, but not regret.

And then he started giving Ginny cooking lessons.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Ginny, who could barely manage to sit still in the dugouts between innings, would be even worse in the kitchen, but Mike certainly hadn’t expected her to be this bad.

She wanted to run before she could walk, making substitutions when she didn’t have the correct ingredient and ignoring recipes in favor of doing what seemed right in the moment. Considering the fact that Ginny had no knowledge of what was right—aside from what food looked like before it disappeared into her black hole of a stomach—this led to some interesting results.

By interesting, Mike of course meant completely inedible.

It didn’t matter what they were making, anything Ginny touched managed to turn into some horrifying mishmash of conflicting flavors and char. Which was why Mike had practically become her personal chef. Which wasn't even what he regretted. What he regretted was not worrying about how she'd managed to survive before this. Far better to keep her fed than worry about whether she was really paying attention to the lessons.

What? She had to eat to keep up with all her PT.

“My arm hurts,” she whined, trying to get him to take the potato masher.

Mike just snorted and kept carving. “I’m gonna remember that next time you beg me to long toss with you—against the advice of your doctors.”

Diligently, Ginny went back to mashing. Mike shook his head, but he could feel an affectionate smile tugging at his mouth. God, she made it hard to keep his distance.

As long as she continued to be a disaster in the kitchen, Mike wouldn’t have to.

Although, he’d seemed to have found one thing that Ginny couldn’t mess up. Setting her to mashing potatoes as he took care of roasting the chicken and asparagus had been a stroke of genius if he did say so himself. It let her take out some of her frustrations with the slow progress of her physical therapy and even build up some strength in her arm again. It also kept Ginny from getting her fingers in everything and ruining what was shaping up to be a delicious dinner.

For which Mike was thankful when they finally sat down at the cluttered dining room table to eat. He could only take so many poorly seasoned, burnt dinners.

Even if the company was excellent.

So excellent, in fact, that dinner passed in a haze of laughter and a warm, contented feeling. Not that it really worried Mike. That was just par for the course for evenings with Ginny.

As he helped her clean up, though, things took a turn.

“Do you want to bring some home?” Ginny asked, drying off her hands and pushing herself up to sit on the counter.

“Nah,” he replied, stacking tupperware in her fridge. There was still too much grape soda in it, but at least she had real food, too. “You keep it. Who knows the next time you’ll manage to make something even close to edible.”

Ginny rolled her eyes, but her jaw still worked side to side. It was a tell. For when she was trying to decide how to say something. Mike waited her out.

“Won’t Rachel want some?”

Mike frowned and turned to give her his full attention. Her legs swung restlessly and her fingers tapped silently next to her thighs. Maybe it was just more of her boundless energy escaping, but something made Mike think otherwise. The way she wouldn’t quite look him in the eye and she chewed on her lip, maybe.

“No,” he replied slowly. “I assume she made dinner for herself.”

Ginny threw him a confused look. “You didn’t check with her?”

“No,” he repeated. “Why would I?”

“She’s your wife, Mike,” she huffed and Mike started to feel like they were having two separate conversations.

How did she not know that things hadn’t worked out with Rachel? He’d told Blip, which meant that Evelyn knew, which meant that everyone probably knew.

But not Ginny, apparently.

“Ex-wife.” When Ginny flapped her hand impatiently, Mike continued, “We finalized last month.”

Ginny’s eyes went wide and her legs stilled. She stared at him for a long moment before saying, “Oh,” in a small voice. “I wondered why she didn’t mind you being over here so often.”

“Oh, she minded,” he replied, finally garnering a small grin from Ginny.

“Did she have a reason to mind?” she asked, looking up at him shyly.

Mike sighed, but closed the distance between the refrigerator and where Ginny sat. He stepped close to her, her knees nearly brushing up against his hips. He itched to touch her, but knew that if he did, there’d be no turning back. While he’d tried to respect her decision, be there for her as a captain and a friend, Mike couldn’t deny that he wanted more with her. And the minute he got to touch her, gentle and deliberate, he wouldn’t be able to pretend he didn’t.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about this, Ginny,” he breathed.

He had just enough height on her like this that she had to tilt her head back slightly to look him in the eye. She licked her lips, dragging in a ragged breath when Mike’s gaze flew to follow the movement.

“I didn’t,” she replied hoarsely, “but I think I changed my mind.”

She tilted her chin and their mouths came even closer. Close enough that her warm breath gusted against his lips and through the beard surrounding it. Mike’s hands came down on the counter, just next to where hers curled over the edge. He could feel her heat bleeding into him, but they still didn’t touch.

“You think, or you know?” He had to know. “Because, Ginny, if you’re not sure—”

“I know.”

Her slender pinkies stretched out just as she interrupted him, curling over his fingers and twining them together. The breath Mike hadn’t realized he’d been holding gusted out of him and he gave in to Ginny’s gravity.

When his lips finally connected with hers, she was smiling, wide and bright. Not that Mike minded. Not when he was finally kissing Ginny Baker. His hands came up to cup her face. Hers tangled in his belt loops, dragging him closer.

He pulled away and Ginny was still smiling, so he couldn’t resist dropping one more kiss to her lips. His thumbs stroked over her cheeks gently before dropping to rest more comfortably at her waist.

“You’re really sure?” he asked, still reeling a little.

Ginny’s head tilted in amused exasperation. When it became clear Mike actually needed an answer, her fingers untwined from his belt loops to wind into his beard. Patting at his cheek fondly, she nodded. “I’m sure.”

Because he couldn’t help himself, Mike turned and pressed a kiss to her palm.

“So, was it my excellent cooking skills that made you change your mind?” he joked. Couldn’t let Ginny think that he’d completely give up being an asshole. “You realized that there was no other way you’d keep yourself fed and had to lock me down?”

Ginny rolled her eyes again, but a flash of something—guilt?—passed over her face and she looked away. Mike rocked back, not far enough to stop touching her, but at least he could duck and look in her face.

“Ginny?”

She peeked up at him, a flush riding high on her cheek bones. She chewed on her lip guiltily before straightening.

Still avoiding his gaze, she quietly admitted, “I maybe over-exaggerated how much help I need in the kitchen.”

“What.”

“Like.” Ginny ruffled her hair and Mike had to actively try to pay attention to the matter at hand and not the way her curls bounced against her slender neck. “I didn’t actually need you to show me how to make spaghetti three separate times.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m an adult, Lawson. I know that ketchup isn’t an acceptable substitute for marinara sauce.”

In retrospect, he probably should have been suspicious, but it wasn’t as if Mike was really going to examine the reason he got to spend so much time with Ginny.

He started laughing in disbelief, Ginny joining in after a moment.

As he caught his breath, his hands slid down to curl around her hips. “You couldn’t have just told me you wanted me around?” he smiled.

“I thought you and Rachel were still working it out!” she defended, though her arms twining around his neck undermined the peevishness in her voice. Ginny smirked, sly and sexy as hell. “I knew you wouldn’t risk me poisoning myself, though.”

“You’ve got me there,” he conceded, giving in and kissing her again.

“Hope I’ve got you more places, too,” she murmured cheekily against his lips.

Mike didn’t answer, not out loud, anyway. He was too busy learning her every breath and sigh as his tongue tangled against hers. Too busy reveling in the way her blunt nails scraped lightly on the back of his neck and her thighs tightened around his hips.

Inside though, he responded, Anywhere and everywhere you want me.

#bawson #bawson fic #Pitch #Pitch fic #pitchfam #i wrote something #I'm gonna need approximately #three more hours of footage #of ginny baker eating #i need more evidence that the girl #is a human garbage disposal #much as i love and respect fanon #imma need canon to step in #C'MON FOX #please bring her back to me #!!!!!

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joel and ginny's first date

Oneshot Summary: joel and the sweetest baker have their first date.

Chapter Warnings: this is all fluff, language, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), symptoms of anxiety and depression, lmk if i forgot something.

Series Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!OC, no y/n.

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A path is getting worn into my rug with the amount of pacing I’m doing. Gnawing on my lip, my mind spins with thoughts of what’s about to happen. I’ve never wanted to be with someone so bad in my life. But I’ve also never been so nervous to go on a date with someone. I want it to be tremendous, but I’m scared of being totally and completely addicted to him.

My phone buzzing in my hand brings me out of my spiral, and when I look at it, I see Joel’s text letting me know that he’s outside on the screen. I quickly slip on my black wedges and take one last look at myself in the mirror to adjust anything out of place. The two-piece tight set that I’m wearing has an open space that shows my belly button piercing, and I absolutely love the outfit. I'm hoping Joel will too.

I scan myself one more time before I grab my purse, putting my lip gloss and keys in it before zipping it shut. My hands shake from nerves and excitement as I quickly scurry out the door and descend the stairwell. Joel comes into view when I reach the front of the bakery, and I immediately drink him in. Damn. He looks good enough to eat.

The gray button-up he’s wearing with a few open buttons near the top has my mouth practically watering even more than usual. Since he hasn't noticed me yet, I take the time to admire his freshly cut hair and lightly tanned skin. As my eyes scan him further, I notice that he's holding a beautiful bouquet, making me smile.

He's still looking down at his phone when I push the door open, but his eyes immediately snap in my direction at the sound. As soon as his eyes lock on to my form, his head is thrown back and a groan escapes him. “Damn it, Sugar.” He straightens up and looks back at me. “How are we supposed to go on a date when you look like that?” he bellows, meeting me halfway to bend down and kiss me sweetly.

I step back from him, suddenly panicking at the thought of Joel not liking my outfit. “Do I look bad? I look bad, don’t I? Should I change?” I ramble, rubbing my sweaty palms on my skirt.

He wraps his arms around my waist, burying his head into my neck to pepper me with kisses. “No. Hell no. You look amazin’, Sugar. Wear whatever you want. As long as you like it, I love it. Don’t you dare change,” he states, squeezing my ass.

Relief washes over me, and a smile directed at Joel forms on my face. He hands me the bouquet, and I thank him, bringing them to my nose to smell. “These smell good,” I observe.

His hand moves to the small of my back, ushering me towards his pickup truck. He smiles at me, running his hand up and down my back. “Glad you like ‘em, Sugar.”

My smile widens at that, and I enjoy the happiness. Nobody has ever made me feel as good as Joel–it's one of the many things on my list of what I adore about him. Probably right next to his smirk-smile. I make a mental note to tell him that at some point, not feeling confident enough to tell him just yet.

Joel opens the car door, allowing me to slide in and get comfortable before he gently shuts it. He quickly jogs to the driver’s side, slides behind the wheel, and starts the car.

“So, where are we going?” I inquire, both out of curiosity and excitement.

Shifting the car into drive, his hand slides over to my leg. “Hope you don’t mind, I asked for a bit of help. We’re going to the cat cafe.” Ah, Maddie. She knows I’d kill for 10 minutes in a room full of kittens. Especially when it’s nearing December, meaning we’ll be busy as fuck with a new holiday every day of the month.

I clap my hands together, bouncing a bit, even more excited now. Seeing Joel interact with cats was not on my bingo card for the year but I’ll gladly accept it. I try to stuff the giggle down my throat and lace my hand with his. But it slips out a little anyway when I bring up his hand to my lips to kiss it. I smile over at him, amused.

We park fairly close to the door and when the sign for the restaurant comes into view, and my breathing quickens in anticipation. Now I’m going to be dreaming about Joel, Ellie, and a kitten when I sleep at night. The more I think about the cute pink paws, the more I start to bounce, causing me to veer off into the middle of the street.

All of a sudden, Joel stops walking, gently yanking my hand and making me fall into his chest. “Sugar, I’m sayin’ this because I care about you. You never, ever, walk on the outside of the sidewalk. I want any possible car to hit me first before they get close to you. Okay?” he pleads with desperation, still making sure the people passing us can’t hear our conversation.

I blink up at him for a second, processing his words. Then, my hand comes up to cup his face, running my thumb across his stubble. “Yeah. I got ya,” I affirm, standing on my tiptoes to pucker my lips for a kiss.

He nods, giving me a quick peck. To ensure my safety, Joel pulls me until I’m firmly on the inside of the sidewalk, away from the street. I smile and shake my head. It’s nice to be looked out for.

When we enter the cafe, we’re greeted by a group of employees, waiting for us to check-in. Joel speaks for us and I wander the lobby, admiring the art on the walls. There’s a mural that looks like how I envisioned Ellie’s would look in my shop. I slightly flinch when Joel pulls me out of my days with a hand pressed firmly on my back. “They’re ready for us,” he informs me and I look up at him with a smile on my face.

“Reminds me of El,” I murmur, pointing to the mural. He grunts in response, letting me know that he heard my comparison. But last night he told me every piece of artwork reminds me of Ellie, which is true.

When we get into the kitten room, I survey the space. There’s no one around but us and the staff in the typically busy cafe. We walk up towards the counter to order the coffee when I notice all the furniture has been moved to the edges of the cafe. There are toys and treats scattered along the bright rug.

My head whips over to Joel, my jaw already on the floor when I realize he’s booked a private half hour. “You did not,” I exclaim, pushing his shoulder.

He smiles, bending down to kiss my shoulder. “I did, Ms. Scott,” he murmurs, staring at the large coffee menu on the wall.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Mr. Miller. I will leave here with a cat,” I warn him playfully.

I bounce again, excitedly telling the cafe waitress my order. Joel orders the same thing before grabbing my hand to walk me over to the middle of the room. “Go ahead and sit. I’ll be back with the coffee. They should be letting them out any second,” he instructs sweetly.

He disconnects our hands, allowing me to sit and get comfortable before he turns to go back to the counter. Just as he predicted, the door opens, and a bunch of fluffy balls come darting out.

It doesn’t take long for a group of kittens to notice I’m sitting with a bag of treats. The moment my hand dips into the bag, the kittens become insatiable. My lap is full while I equally distribute them their fishy flavored snack.

When Joel returns, I’ve completely forgotten about the coffee. The kittens so dramatically requesting belly rubs in front of me are addicting. Nonetheless, when he takes his seat across from me I crawl into his lap, missing his touch.

Joel secures his arms around my waist, allowing two particular kittens to play with his shoelaces. “They’re so cute,” I mumble.

“They are,” Joel replies with his lips ghosting right above my ear.

The more I watch them play, the more I want them. I take a sip of the latte, thinking about how nice it would be to have a cat to spend time with. Off days curled up with my cat sounds like a dream.

I reach forward, softly lifting the orange one and cradling it in my chest like a baby. “I should take it home,” I look down at it, stroking it’s head with my finger.

“You should?” I hear Joel ask.

My head turns to look at Joel. “I told you bringing me here was dangerous,” I remind him.

The grey kitten, seemingly jealous of its sibling receiving attention crawls up Joel's arm. He winces feeling the claws of the tiny cat lightly pierce his skin. When the kitten has finally reached its summit, it turns around, sitting proudly on Joel’s shoulder.

Joel stays still allowing the cat to rub its body onto his neck. He slightly flinches at the sensation and the giggle I’ve been holding in slips through my lips. My head falls back in laughter and I have to remind myself I’m still holding a tiny kitten in my arms.

Joel extends his arm, scratching the cat a couple of times on the noggin before returning his attention to me. “But do you have energy for a cat?” he pries.

“Of course I do. And besides, I can't leave it here,” I try to reason with him.

His head tilts towards me and the kitten’s does the same. Don’t laugh, Ginny. Secure the cat first. “You can,” he argues.

I look down at the now-sleeping tabby in my arms. My heart feels like it’s beating through my chest when I hear a familiar purring sound come from its body. “I can’t,” I repeat.

Joel sighs, grabbing the kitten off his shoulder and setting it softly on the floor. “Alright, Sugar. At least let me pay for the adoption fee,” he concedes, standing.

A squeal leaves my lips and I down at my new baby. Joel extends his hand for me to grab and walk up to the employee at the counter. “Can I adopt this cat?” Joel asks, pointing to the little lion in my arms.

The employee stands on her tiptoes, looking at the animal in my arms. “Yeah, Toph is available. But you have to take her sister Katara, too,” she stipulates.

Joel takes a deep breath before a noise below us grabs my attention. Katara has a loose shoestring in her mouth and she’s wrestling with it, trying to pull it out of Joel’s shoe. “Joellllll,” I beg with the best puppy dog eyes I have in my arsenal.

Joel’s eyes flicker back and forth between mine and I can tell he’s trying to hold firm. “Ginny,” he groans.

I bend my knees, scooping Katara up to keep her from destroying her future dad’s shoes. “I need these cats,” I repeat, holding them up near my face. “Look, look at the fluffy bellies,” I pout.

Joel scratches his scruff with frustration. “It’s not about the fluffy bellies, Ginny. I’m worried I’m gifting you work,” he explains.

I reposition the kittens so I can continue this conversation with the stubborn man. “Joel, I’m not a fucking child. Come on. If you let me get Toph and Katara, I’ll let you have joint custody,” I try to make a deal with him.

A wave of disgust washes over his face. “I don’t want joint custody of two fuckin’ cats,” Joel deadpans, gesturing to the fur balls and I snort.

I step closer to him, batting my lashes at him. “But, Ellie would kill you if she found out you said no to us 3,” I pur. I know I can’t resist him, so I’m assuming this will work since he can’t resist me either.

Joel’s brows knit and I’m assuming he’s thinking about the possibility of my words coming true. “Okay. But only because they make you happy, Sugar,” he concedes with a sigh.

I tickle Katara’s belly. “Yes. The best benders are coming home with us,” I cheer lowly to my new kittens.

I can’t wait to introduce them to Ellie. Best fucking first date ever.

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thebisexualdogdad · 2 years

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Headcanons for how beefcake gentle giant!R started dating Abby

Abby Littman x Male!reader

● you're the Baker twins older senior brother

● because of Abby and Max's friendship you had known her most of your life

● Abby was the typical I have a crush on my best friends brother trope

● Max was clueless but Norah was not

● she constantly teased Abby about her crush on you for years until Max finally found out when Ginny came along and pointed out how giddy Abby would get when you were around

● "I'm sorry you have a crush on my brother?? The guy who asked me last week what color the pink panther was??"

● "in Abby's defense Y/N is super hot have you seen his abs?"

● "not helping Norah!"

● in true Max fashion she then gags whenever you and Abby get kind of flirty without realizing it's flirty

● and that time you didn't know her friends were over so you were walking around the house shirtless and Abby started blushing real hard

● one night your parents were at a pta event so you and your siblings were eating dinner alone at the table

● Marcus "so Y/N when are you gonna ask Abby out?"

● Max "shut up Marcus"

● "Abby doesn't like me"

● Marcus laughs and Max groans

● "dude yes she does, doesn't she Max"

● "as much as I hate admitting that Marcus is right… Abby does like you"

● "and you'd be okay with me dating one of your friends"

● "no but… if you ask Abby out… I wouldn't be... totally disgusted by it"

● "you better do it before Max changes her mind because she is taking this way better than I thought she would"

● a few days later you see Abby at her locker

● she's nearly half your size standing next to you

● you small talk for a few minutes before you finally get to the point

● "so Abby, I was wondering if you would want to go see a movie with me this weekend?"

● "yeah that- that would be really fun" she blushes and then she remembers Max "but I don't know if Max would be weird about it"

● "don't worry we already talked about it and she's cool with it… well at least as cool as Max could be about something like this… if you didn't notice she's kind of dramatic"

● Abby laughs and bites her lip "so I'll see you this weekend then"

● "I look forward to it"

#ginny and georgia imagine #abby littman imagine #abby littman x reader #x male reader #headcanons

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megamegaturtle · 4 years

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in the dumpster fire of 2020, i fell in love with dramione

here’s some fic recs in no particular order of favorites (ao3 edition). this is going to be a long ass post, but a link to all my bookmarks on ao3. again, long post. you’ve been warned:

remain nameless by @heyjude19-writing - the coffee shop au that’s 300,000 words that’s friends to lovers and becoming better people (complete)

measure of a man - okay so like. i’m going to explain this story terribly. but like. hermione is a healer, she’s also part farmer. she super heals hard to heal patients. and oh boy. there are the malfoys. we have narcissa as herself. scrop as the cutest baby kid alive, and draco as a poltergeist. JUST. THIS STORY. START READING. IT IS SO GOOD. AND DELCIOS AND ALSJDFJLA you will come away feeling super empowered. (WIP)

subtle perfection - the ice skating/muggle au that’s is asldkfjsaljf really smoking hot but like the ice hurts my feels (wip)

seven year witch by @thelastlynx- draco and hermione keep meeting up in the summers between school years (WIP)

when midnight comes - TIME LOOP AU. head boy and head girl au. (complete)

O for Outstanding - hogwarts teacher au. also, draco has a thing for shoes *wink* (WIP)

regrets only - MADE OF HONOR AU. draco realizes a little too late he’s in love with hermione. but now he has to stop but support a wedding! (WIP)

never in heart - the one where where hermione and draco are best friends, but stupidly did an unbreakable vow to get married if they’re not married by 30. time is running out to find a spouse, but like, why take the easy route and marry your best friend? (complete)

nine months - hermione and draco have what is supposed to be a one night stand...several times, but oops. someone is pregrant :D (WIP)

love and other misfortune by @senlinyu - a veela!fic. and in the first few fics i read in the fandom. it made me continue reading more dramione. this is sen’s fault (complete)

living the dream - the one where draco is a high class escort looking for his mate. also a veela!fic. i am here for positive sex work (one shot)

the gloriana set - absolute hilarious perfection with the best little hufflepuffs (complete)

armature cartography - the one where draco somehow ends up as hermione’s boyfriend but she’s not sure how dating works (one shot)

thirteenth night - the one where draco is obliviated to pay for his crimes, but hermione is his caseworker (complete)

traditions - the christmas fic that gets my feels (complete)

everything little thing she does (is magic) - the one were draco and hermione go to parties together as a ruse! (complete)

the preferred hour - the one where scorp and rose start dating and draco is this super nice widower and...asdlfjasdljf JUST READ THIS ONE (one shot)

blood rights - creature!fic. also, draco and hermione have to get married (complete)

precious things - *cue ugly sobbing* the journey of draco’s growing love for his family through many years after he accidently knocks up hermione and....it’s a christmas fic. that hurts my heart, but it’s so good. (one shot)

fight this feeling - the best friend au! but like, unrequited feelings. these two silly gooses (complete)

courting customs most sacred by @heyjude19-writing - pansy thinks she’s doing hermione a favor, but like draco gets how purebloods do etiquette (complete)

as you wish by @scullymurphy - is this a princess bride ref? yes, yes is it. is it about costumes and movies? yes it is. (oneshot)

all you want by @senlinyu - the first A/B/O fic i’ve ever read. it was good. so i read it. i don’t even like this trope! but it’s worth it! :D (complete)

where we go from here - this hurts. so much. ron dies in a horrible accident leaving hermione alone pregnant with their child. draco is the real bro and helps and alsdjfasldjf family. feels. dad feels. i can’t. (complete)

in search of sunrise - a very cute onesot where draco and hermione stay up all night (oneshot)

tough love - hermione has to date a few bad men to get to the right one (complete)

each day anew - the 50 first dates au. hermione needs help relearning who she is every day (complete)

with teeth - the one where there are many, many horcruxes (oneshot)

wait and hope by @mightbewriting - ugly crying. hermione lost her memories and draco is the best husband. just. take all my love. (complete)

broken by @inadaze22 - hermione is back from italy. there is a secert. it will wreck you. (complete)

waif and strays - the familiar au! draco becomes hermione’s familiar because she’s a little lost and lonely and he’s a little lost and lonely too (complete)

apple pies and other amends - the baking!au where i want to eat everything. also. it’s very cute. (complete)

off the cuff - the cinderella au! someone forgot their glass slipper, i mean...cuff (complete)

universal truth by @scullymurphy - the modern wizarding P&P au. ugh. so good. (complete)

an education - the one where hermione is forced to help draco learn about the muggle world a little bit (complete)

Inosculation - the one where hermione has to marry draco to save her life because of a stupid curse. they are very cute. (complete)

the calm to her storm - ron passes away and rose and hugo befriend scorp and hermione has to befriend draco and it’s great (complete)

a boy of hans - hanahaki au. sad ending.

Dancing with Draco - THIS SERIES IS SO GOOD. okay, so like. draco has to help hermione dance for the yule ball. the sequeal is super good too.

The Oblivious Ones - a fake marriage story. hermione and draco meet in the pysch ward at st. mungo’s and go off to look for her parents

what you think is right - this story is so painful. one of the best 1st POVs i’ve read. it’s hermione pov. her parents are dying and it’s affecting her marriage with draco and god. just read it. (WIP)

Deine Zauber Binden Wieder - the ochrastra au no one asked for, but it’s like. really fun. (oneshot)

the green girl - hermione is sorted in Slytherin when she’s 11. this story. i still think about it to this day. (complete)

a year in the countryside - hermione wants to escape for the craziness of the big city so she moves to the cute country side. to only find draco malfoy living there too. (complete)

don’t take the sinner - THE MARRIAGE LAW FIC WITH A TWIST. hermione has to marry harry and ginny has to marry draco, but like, no one stays with their spouse. no cheating involved. (complete)

Draco's Baking Dilemmas - the great british bake off au. i don’t need to say anything more. hermione is the judge. draco is the baker. yes. and yes. (complete)

starving - sex is like food. or rather. sex is like pizza. it’s good when it’s cold, but like. it’s better when it’s hot :D (oneshot)

#dramione #Harry Potter #draco malfoy #Hermione Granger #dmhg #dhr #literally the only good thing about 2020 is dramione

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