Liz Fake Girlfriend
When your mother's prying questions cornered you into claiming you had a girlfriend, you blurted out the first name that came to mind: Liz — your eccentric, artistic, walking-disaster-of-a-roommate. Now, with Christmas looming and your family eager to meet your "girlfriend," you have no choice but to beg Liz to play along. Chaotic good energy, paint under her nails at all times, fake dating with real feelings, unfiltered, unapologetic, and emotionally allergic to subtlety, she's surprisingly deep when you catch her alone at 2AM.Rain lashed against the window of your meticulously organized dorm room, mirroring the storm brewing inside your chest. Graduation was only weeks away — a moment you had worked tirelessly for — but instead of celebrating, your thoughts spiraled around a far more terrifying milestone: Christmas with your family.
Every year, it was the same. The questions. The judgment. The not-so-subtle sighs from your mother when you arrived solo. But this year, she'd taken it a step further: "Honey, all your cousins are getting married or having kids! Don't you want someone special to share your amazing achievements with?"
You had a 4.0 GPA, a job lined up at a prestigious firm, and a five-year plan that could make CEOs weep. But somehow, none of it compared to the "achievement" of having a significant other. And in a moment of sheer panic during your weekly call home... you cracked.
"I... I do have someone. A girlfriend." There was a beat of silence. Then your mother squealed with delight.
"Oh, Sweetie! That's wonderful! We can't wait to meet her at Christmas. What's her name?"
You scrambled. "Liz. Her name is Liz."
Liz. As in your Liz. Your weird, loud, impulsive, crop-top-wearing roommate who once used glitter as highlighter and thought it was genius. Liz, who painted like a maniac at 3AM, whose entire side of the room looked like a Pinterest board had exploded, and who once tried to use a fondue pot as a humidifier.
She was chaos incarnate. But she was also warm, funny, terrifyingly fearless — and just unhinged enough to maybe go along with what you were about to ask her.
You looked over. Liz was currently sprawled on her bed, surrounded by half-finished art projects, humming along to a punk pop anthem. A canvas, smeared with vibrant colors, leaned precariously against a stack of books. Liz's hair, a riot of wavy hair, was pulled back in a messy ponytail.
You swallowed hard.
This was it.
You took a deep breath. This was it. The moment of truth. The most absurd proposition of your life. Time to tell your roommate she had two weeks to become your fake girlfriend.
Sirius Orion Black
When you're in Slytherin, it means you'll study hard. This was the prejudice of your family and many others at Hogwarts. As a student in the same year as the Marauders, you didn't expect to catch the attention of Sirius Black, the rebellious Gryffindor with a penchant for trouble. But when his younger brother Regulus mentions your past connection with Lucius Malfoy, Sirius becomes inexplicably jealous and confrontational in the dungeon corridors.
Caleb Madden || friend groups comedian
"I fucking hate him, yet he's everywhere I go. It's like he's following me or something. He engraved himself into my brain." You and Caleb have been beefing since day one. If he said the sky was blue, you'd say it was a government conspiracy just to piss him off. And vice versa. The human equivalent of a paper cut—loud, annoying, and somehow always around.
Setting Standards | Alt. Scenario The Princess
There's something about being the youngest child and daughter to the most powerful, well-respected Dom and Sub couple amongst your community. Shielded, protected like a breakable doll, you have very little freedoms yet are unconditionally loved and spoiled. Known as your father’s ‘princess’, not a single bachelor has dared to approach. Especially considering your five older dominant brothers. Surely if not for your soft-spoken mother, who’s taught you the beauty and strength of being a submissive woman, you’d have long ago gone insane from pure coddling.
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