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LOTR Characters - Falling Asleep With Him

Thranduil

The Elven King prefers to sleep with his head on your chest or in the crook of your neck; he tells you that this is because he can only fall asleep when you are running your fingers through his hair, and this is true, but it is not his sole motive for this sleeping position - in his mind, sleeping on top of you provides you with added security against any potential attack. While he isnt paranoid about this, he is protective of you, and if he can provide you with further safety in any circumstance, he will. Thranduil believes that by lying on top of you, any attacker would quite literally have to go through him before they could get to you, and he is by no means against saving your life by sacrificing his own. He would rather you not know this, because if you did, you would not allow him to sleep on top of you ever again, but in truth, your motivations for wanting to sleep on him are the same. Considering he’s around 6’10”, he is considerably taller than you, and his body smothers yours in a way that is beyond comforting. Thranduil enjoys listening to your heartbeat, it soothes him greatly to feel you so close to him, to hear the very essence of your life force, and he has done well to attune himself to the beat of your heart; so much so, that he will often tease you by kissing your neck in order to feel your heart splutter frantically. Elves do not have much of a need for sleep, but this is not to say that they do not enjoy sleeping, and when it comes to the act of slumber, there is no better place to sleep than in the arms of a King who loves you.

Legolas

Physical affection and various forms of intimacy are all unexplored areas for this Elf, and it will be up to you to introduce him to those when the two of you are ready. At first, falling asleep with Legolas is a little awkward, given that he is fully alert and his entire body rigid, because he doesnt quite know what to do with himself. He lies awake, watching your sleeping head rise and fall on his chest with a look of bewildered love in his eyes. After a few hours, he slowly wraps his arms around you, and in your sleep, you smile. Your reaction causes Legolas’ heart to skip a beat, and he is once again unsure of what to do next. He does not sleep that night, instead stays conscious and studies your sleeping movements, trying to learn the habits of your subconscious so that he can adjust himself to them. Over time, Legolas becomes progressively more comfortable, and even manages to fall asleep himself. His movements with you are careful and calculated, never wanting to disturb you or cause you discomfort. Legolas knows how important sleep is in keeping up your strength and preserving your health, so he makes sure you get enough sleep each night, and if anyone’s presence threatens to wake you, Legolas will not hesitate to request their exit in a hushed whisper and perhaps an icy glare if they are deserving of it.

Frodo

Both during and after his adventures, Frodo is plagued by nightmares whenever he closes his eyes, and this has often resorted in him attempting to completely avoid sleep. More times than you can count, you have caught him desperately trying to keep his eyes open, his head lulling into unconsciousness for a fraction of a second before Frodo jerks himself awake again. It was during your time with him on his adventures, shortly after you’d met through the Fellowship requesting your assistance, that you offered your services to him. On the first occasion that you saw him trying to stay awake, you happened to be on watch, making you the only other member of the Fellowship that was awake with him. You recognised his struggle, the cause for his reluctance, and you sat down beside him, causing him to jump in surprise because he had been so focussed on keeping his eyes open that he hadnt seen you move. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into your side, he naturally curled into you, but the poor hobbit was overcome with awkward hesitance. He smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at your comforting gesture, and after a short conversation in which you promised to protect him in the land of dreams, Frodo allowed himself to drift into sleep. From that moment on, you were at his side the moment he showed signs of tiring, and throughout his adventures you were the only being that could calm his tormented soul into a peaceful slumber. He would either be tucked into your side, or resting his head on your chest, whatever position felt most comfortable each night, but always with your arms around him, and always with a soft smile on both of your faces. He wouldnt dare tell you, but from the first night you held him, you have appeared in his dreams and fought off all dark forces that swarmed him, and no existing words could express his gratitude for your existence.

Samwise

Samwise Gamgee’s shyness got the best of him around you for a long time, you merely mentioning the prospect of cuddling was enough to enflame his cheeks and expect a stuttered response, and after a little while you decided that its best not to voice these things with Sam. Instead, you choose to casually initiate them. Whether it be holding his hand while in discussion with others, kissing his cheek whenever you had to leave his side, or resting your head on his shoulder as you sit around a campfire with the Fellowship, your actions without explanation left Sam flustered, but not hesitant, because by surprising him, you showed him that these actions were perfectly alright. This extended to falling asleep with him, too. You started slow, pretending to be asleep and subtly snuggling up to him, just to judge his reaction. Apparently, when you’re asleep the idea of affection is far less daunting to Sam, because he was quick to pull you into his arms and place a kiss on your forehead, and you could feel the smile on his lips. Considering how well that went, you decided to open your eyes and kiss him, revealing that you had been mischeviously pretending to sleep the entire time. Sam chuckled and shook his head as he blushed, but he seemed at ease, and after that his hesitance towards affection all but evaporated into thin air. He will adapt to whatever sleeping position you find most comfortable each evening, but you know that his favourite sleeping positions involve your head on his chest with one of your hands in his hair, and the other held tightly in his hand, and unless either of you are wounded to the extent of that position being uncomfortable for you, you will almost definitely wake up in that position every morning.

Aragorn

The angsty King of romance is slow and tender with you in every area of your relationship (wink wonk), and falling asleep is no exception. Considering the sheer mass of occasions in which you have seen him almost die, it is no surprise that you value the moments spent in his arms, and Aragorn is very aware of this. He has heard your shallow, panicked breaths calm as soon as you feel his arms around you, his kiss on your forehead, his wordless reassurances that remind you he is still there, still breathing with you. No matter how wonderful your day with him as been, once you are in bed with him and the night is silent, you remember the nights you’ve fallen asleep sobbing into the sheets because someone has delivered you the news that Aragorn is dead, dead from some heroic deed, sacrificing his life for another, being the brave knight you knew he was, and that makes it so much harder to disbelieve every time. But every single time, Aragorn has returned to you, and you have felt your heart beat back to life at the sight of him. These memories haunt you, and your wounded heart can only be healed by feeling the beat of his. As a result, you often fall asleep with your palm or ear pressed to his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a blissful sleep, his arms holding you tightly against him as his fingertips play with your hair or dance along your back. Sometimes, after long days spent apart, Aragorn will sing you to sleep with the most beautiful songs, some in languages that you dont understand, but all beautiful sounds regardless. Though you’ve never told him for fear of plaguing him with guilt, Aragorn knows your heart is splintered because of him, and he will lie awake every night with you in his arms, not allowing himself to fall asleep until he is certain you are already exploring your unconscious mind, and sometimes, just before he chooses to fall asleep, he will hold you just a little closer to him and kiss the top of your head, a single tear escaping his eyes as they close. A tear being a mixture of sadness for the pain he has caused you and the bliss at being able to hold you again, is the last telltale sign of Aragorn’s consciousness.

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Lotr recap

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hi!! hope you’re doing well!

i was wanting to request a oneshot or headcannons for frodo x reader! maybe like a cute picnic date or something domestic like a wedding day or marriage oneshot! i think that would be so cute! just something super fluffy, where frodo might be super nervous or shy at first but with a happy ending!

sorry if that’s not specific enough, you can always message me for more input if you want! thank you so much i can’t wait to read! <3

This is so cute! Sorry it took so long, I tried to write this as a oneshot but my little smooth brain didn’t like that so I switched to a headcanon as I’m just not confident enough with my writing yet for a more thought out story

Picnic date w/ Frodo

-He has no problem telling Sam to ask Rosie out, but becomes so shy the second the tables get turned on him

-You guys have probably been friends for a long time, Merry and Pippin totally try and play matchmaker

-I think when he finally does ask you out, you aren’t even sure if it’s a date or not

-So flustered when you ask for clarification

-“Well I figured like a date….but it doesn’t have to be, you know…whatever you want…” “Then it’s a date!”

-Once you walk away he sprints to Bilbo’s house for advice

-But frankly Bilbo is no use so he goes to his friends

-Merry suggests a picnic, Sam helps him make up a basket, and Pippin flips the coin he got from his bet with Merry

-Dresses in a casual outfit, but still nicer than usual. Probably something from Bilbo

-Day of, his friends are giving him a pre game pep talk. They are super serious too

-The date may be between you and Frodo, but they consider it a group project

-Gets a random burst of confidence when he knocks on your door, flowers in hand

-But when you open the door in a nice outfit his brain short circuits a bit and he is reminded of the situation

-Walking to the spot he picked out is pretty awkward

-Randomly blurts out stuff; “You look nice…I mean not that you don’t usually”

-His nerves are quite cute though

-He’s usually so smooth and good with his words so it feels special to be the person he gets flustered for

-By the river he would have set up a beautiful picnic

-I imagine hobbits have mastered the art of picnic

-He is observant so he knows all your favorite things

-Even little details; sandwiches cut into hearts which Sam didn’t tell Frodo about so his cheeks are bright red

-Let’s you carry the conversation, he just loves to listen to you talk

-He totally has the sweetest love eyes and you realize he’s always looked at you like that

-Once he gets over his initial nerves you guys spend hours talking and laughing

-Until Pippin falls out of the tree nearby

-“Oh uh, fancy seeing you here”

-The other two are totally not also in the tree…

-He walks you back to your door and you give him a kiss on the cheek

-Blushed to his ears

-He smiles stupid the whole way home with a pep in his step

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"aros and aces can still love and have sex!" yeah but do you really mean that? can you accept the fact that some aroaces don’t want sex and dont do romance? or do you just want to use that as an excuse when you want two people to date despite one or both of them being actively repulsed by romance, or when you want two people to have sex despite one or both of them being actively sex repulsed? are you only saying that for your own benefit?

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This is still one of the best male outfits they’ve made to this day.

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"PR VATICAN" dress (Crown Jewels collection) by KIM KASSAS COUTURE: A modified high low dress made of Duchess Satin with crown jewel embroidery details on the bodice and a structured design skirt.

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As it stands in the ‘seal the rifts’ ending, Nia opens a clinic in Ironbreach and Aerin roams around dueling members of the Shadow Court.

My pitch is that they should have switched places.

Make Aerin the apothecary/healer (using the skills he already has- if your MC is injured, he can heal them!) Let him settle down in the town that is the reflection of MC’s hometown, the person who changed his life so significantly. Let him use all he learned in his privileged upbringing to make life better for the people who have been hurt and neglected by their own lord. Let him really connect with a community and become a valued member.

And have Nia go after the Shadow Court like a cowgirl in an old Western film! Let the formerly sheltered girl from the Temple be independent and succeed while traveling on her own. Let Nia give the remaining members of the Shadow Court a sincere chance to be better and stop them by force if necessary. Let Nia take care of people by being kind and fierce, not because she has incredible amounts of magic.

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Kids these days

Viktoria: Are you a shelf in the last Blockbuster in existence? Because I’m checking you out Tegan: what’s a Blockbuster

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Team Name

Viktoria, after she and Ellie have teamed up on video games against TnT for a few rounds: okay, we need a team name that sounds cool but also fits both of us. Ellie: what about chaos cats? Tegan, under his breath: More like chaos caterpillars since you’re both so tiny Ellie: /: Viktoria: you know what? That’s exactly what we’ll do! Come on Ellie, we have T-shirts to make! Later Tyler: If I had any self-preservation left I would be too afraid to ask. Ellie: Blame Tegan. Tyler: What did Tegan d— Viktoria: wiggles threateningly

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Might as well repost this here, since I did write it.

Jello Legs

cross-posted from AO3. Words: 2113.

The ambiance of the pleasant spring day was only slightly ruined by the multiple teenage boys shouting “SHOW US YOUR LEGS, AZUL!”

Yuu’s hand tangled in their hair. “How did we even end up here?”

“I’m asking myself the same thing…”

Keep reading

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Do you know the Choices game? If yes, do you thought of writing Choices fanfics?

If you ever do, I request fics about:

Nightbound (F!MC×NikRyder)

And maybe (MC×TrystanThorne) if you like

So this is what old people mean when they say their past has come back to haunt them… /j

I do know the app well, but I can’t say I’ve been invested for a long time now, and I don’t feel like I know the characters or worlds anywhere near well enough to write choices fanfic, even for my absolute favorite book. (Which is It Lives In The Woods) So unfortunately I’m unable to provide that content.

I would recommend searching the general #choices fanfic tag and seeing if there’s anybody’s works in there that you vibe with, and seeing if any of them have requests open and browsing the wips.

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Who's your fave EAH character and EAH couple?

Favorite EAH character is tough, because while I do love Apple White and Raven Queen dearly, the one I personally relate most to is Lizzie Hearts.

Favorite couple is Cerise X Daring. I really wish we could’ve seen more of them before they decided to go the Rosabella route. I mean– Jock power couple, yes please!

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Tegan: Look, I have a six pack too

Tegan: *Has a plastic 6 ring soda holder taped to his stomach*

Ellie: Free surprise waxing! *Rips the tape off*

Tegan: *Shriek of pain*

Karolina: ... I’m pretty sure I’m adopted.

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This past month I commissioned @keydoburakai for a piece featuring Tegan and my scholar, Viktoria! She’s amazing, go check her blog out! (Link below)

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Later, Sparrow receives a letter underneath his door. It reads as follows:

Dear Sparrow, I hate your stinkin' guts. You make me vomit. You're the scum between my toes. Love, Dexter

Sparrow frowns and snatches the paper up, then runs out without bothering to close the door behind him. He’s waving the paper in an agitated manner as he approaches Dexter. “That doesn’t rhyme at all!”

Dexter is taken aback at first until he realizes what exactly Sparrow is referring to. He sneers in a practiced way that only a dilettante can truly pull off. “It’s free verse.”

Sparrow gives him a dismissive scoff and turns without a backwards glance, assuming the entire thing to be over.

Dexter is not finished. Oh no, Dexter is not going to stand for his poetry skills being derided, especially by a Carly Fae Jepsen wannabe whose favorite band is My Chemythical Romance. Dexter metaphorically throws down the gauntlet by literally throwing his notebook full of notes from this morning’s Beast Training to the floor, which makes a satisfying thump when it lands on the shiny hallway.

“You want a rhyme? I’ll give you a rhyme!”

There’s a fire in his eyes that only one other person has been witness to before. Darling almost feels sorry for Sparrow. Almost. “Uh-oh, here we go.”

Sparrow looks over his shoulder before swiveling his entire body to face Dexter again, shifting into a relaxed stance. Oh, this is gonna be easy… or so he thinks.

Dexter snaps his fingers, then points at Sparrow. “You think you’re so great but you’re not all that, your haircut is dumb and so’s your hat.”

Sparrow’s face twists into one of extreme displeasure. “My hat is HIPSTER you wouldn’t understand—“

Dexter doesn’t let him finish his defense.

“Your attempts at music are so sad your name should be Sorrow, and if you ever wink at my sister a g a i n I will knock you into tomorrow”

Sparrow is silent, completely at a loss for words.

Dexter returns his stunned stare.

Darling shakes her head slightly at the whole event. She’s seen much weirder at this school; much stranger this week even, but somehow she knows that the scene that just played out in front of her eyes will be hard to forget.

“I’m in love,” Humphrey sighs. When Darling glances his way, he squeaks and hides his face behind his mirrorpad. That wasn’t supposed to be out loud.

The magic of the moment falls, and Dexter shifts. He’s his usual, awkward self again, all long limbs without the slightest idea of what to do with them. One hand comes to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck while the other adjusts his perfectly-straight glasses. “I have no idea where that just came from...”

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The sunset had been lovely as usual, but that didn’t make it any less special. It was consistently cooler in the evenings once the sun crossed the ocean horizon and sank beyond its depths. A little bit of warmth wouldn’t be unbearable, mixed favorably with the salty winds and the soft green blades that curled beneath unshod feet.

Natalie suggested starting a fire in the twilight hours and started setting her plan into motion without waiting for confirmation. Not that Cove could ever say no to her, anyway.

“I– hm.” Cove started haltingly, feeling a little out of place. “Do you want me to do anything?” He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

Natalie cocked her head as she considered for a moment. “Just hang out there and look pretty.”

Cove crossed his arms as he considered her words. “That’s not very difficult of a task…”

“For somebody as beautiful as you? No. It’s not.” Natalie grinned and cheerfully carried on, pretending she didn’t notice Cove sputtering in protest that that wasn’t what he meant at all. “But it’s what I want.”

She shot finger guns in his direction and gave him a grin that uncomfortably reminded him of the Cheshire cat.

Cove decided he was done speaking to her for a while, after that.

Maybe she just didn’t want him messing up her ‘system’, or whatever. She certainly never hesitated on a melodramatic damsel in distress schtick whenever she did want Cove to carry or otherwise do something for her. If she wanted to take care of this herself, he was content to stand by and watch her. But not in a creepy way! Cove didn’t even know who he was trying to convince, but he was certain of that.

He took note of her eager expression as she hauled small armfuls of supplies to and from their small corner of the world. This was probably the quickest he’d ever seen her move, barring the moments when they were reunited after being separated for a while, be it time or distance. Perhaps the flames called to her in a similar way the sea called to him. A gentle and steady pull that was quiet, but constant.

He recalled the excessive amount of candles scattered around her bedroom. The birth of her collection had begun their senior year of high school with only three wicks in complementary colors sitting on top of a dresser, and they seemed to multiply with every consecutive visit since then. He had never seen all of them lit at once, but then again, he supposed he really had no clue what she got up to when in her room alone. He felt his cheeks warm as that last sentence flashed across the center of his mind, and tried to push it away unsuccessfully.

A silvery voice pulled him out of his reverie.

“Chillax son, I totally know what I’m doing.” Natalie must’ve taken notice of his discomfort and automatically assumed it was directed towards her current actions. The look she gave him was reminiscent of the one his father would plaster on whenever he was trying to convince somebody that ‘no, nothing is wrong here what gave you that idea?’

Cove rolled his eyes good-naturedly. Now that he thought about it, she and his dad had a lot in common.

Cove didn’t want to think about this anymore.

Rearranging the logs in a pile, Natalie flashed him a quick smile, and he did not miss the mischief dancing in her eyes.

…Maybe he should keep an active eye on her, just as a precaution.

Natalie pulled a shiny lighter out of her pocket that matched the color of her cell phone with a flourish, then paused for dramatic effect. Something she had picked up from Derek, most likely.

“Behold.” She uttered with an air of gravitas, lowering the tiny flame to the firestarter. Once it caught, she dropped the solemn act and let out a small shriek of delight, bouncing in place.

“Woo! We are live, baby!” She threw her hands up in the air and twirled, greatly pleased by the success of such a minute action. “Revel in the glory of the light that bursts forth, born of humble tree corpse and spirits!”

Cove’s mouth twisted to the side in a mix of amusement and concern as he observed her giddiness– or, ‘revelry’, as she had so eloquently put it. It was clear to him now that that ‘maybe’ needed to be a ‘definitely’.

Natalie’s celebratory dancing slowly came to a halt, arms freezing in midair, then lowering. One hand moved to brush the back of her neck. “What?”

Cove startled, momentarily caught off-guard. “What?” He lowered himself down into the soft turf, then patted the area beside him, avoiding direct eye contact.

Natalie stifled a laugh and moved to sit next to her boyfriend, folding her legs in front of herself. No matter how much time had passed, she still found his familiar patterns in behavior just as endearing.

She glanced up at him with a question in her eyes and parted her lips slightly to say something, but was cut off as the slight breeze shifted, sending a majority of the smoke straight at Cove.

Cove sputtered and jumped up from his seat, hands flailing through the air as if he was suddenly attacked by a large swarm of gnats. He didn’t know which way to run, but that hardly mattered, as the cloud seemed to shadow him relentlessly no matter what direction he took for a good number of seconds.

Natalie rolled backward, falling over onto her side as she clutched her stomach, cracking up at the situation.

Cove shook the last of the smoke off and coughed into his arm twice, then shot her a look that wasn’t altogether devoid of affection.

“Thanks for the assistance, Nash.”

Natalie shrugged helplessly. “Well, you know what they say.” She said breezily, voice pitched higher than usual. She smiled to herself and rested her hands on the ground behind her.

Cove’s brows furrowed behind his thick frames as he shifted his weight and unconsciously rubbed at his left forearm. “Uh, what?”

“Smoke follows beauty.” Natalie winked and clicked her tongue at him, backlit by the fire.

“Uah.” Cove shielded his face with his hands as he sank back down with a thump.

Natalie threw her hair over one shoulder and grinned from ear to ear, nudging him in the side with her shoulder. “Wow. You are literally the cutest.”

Cove dared to take a peek at her from between his fingers, face flushed. “No, U.” He barely managed to choke the words out, a slight smile gracing his features as he reached out with his slender, lengthy leg to tap her ankle with his foot.

If it were even possible, Natalie’s grin grew even wider. She scrunched her shoulders up and clasped one of his hands in hers. The contrast in size was almost comical, but that wasn’t on either of their minds during this moment. “You’re amazing, Cove.”

Cove stared down at their joined hands, eyes shining. He bit his lower lip and spoke, haltingly. “What uh, what brought this on? All of a sudden?”

Natalie batted her eyelashes innocently and pulled one knee to her chest. “What, are you insinuating it is completely out of the ordinary for me to shower my dearest in sweet words of affection whenever the mood strikes me?”

Cove pursed his lips and squinted at her, nose scrunching up. “Yes.” He said, flatly.

Natalie sat up straighter to defend herself. “Okay, when we were younger maybe I–”

Cove let out a bark of laughter and pointed at her, fingertip nearly brushing the end of her nose. “Same exact thing!”

Natalie stuck her tongue out at him and huffed, shoving her hand into the crevice between her torso and her opposite arm. “I meant every word!”

Cove snorted ungracefully and stuck his tongue out back at her. “Yes, but still, you said those things mainly because you could get a rise out of me, don’t try to deny it.”

Natalie sputtered indignantly but slowly came to a stop, shifting uncomfortably in place. He had her there. “Well, was that so terrible?”

Cove glared at her for a fleeting moment, but ultimately couldn’t hold back his smile. He shook his head and leaned back. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Natyulenka.” He tucked a stray strand of bright green hair behind his ear, gaze flickering to the fire in front of them. “Uh, am I doing that correctly…?”

Natalie placed a hand on his thigh, drawing his attention away from the bright flames. “You can call me anything with those lips.” She rose up on her knees and felt him tremble slightly beneath her as she whispered into his ear. “Unless it’s ‘late for dinner’, obviously.”

Cove squeaked and fell on his back into the grass, throwing one arm over his eyes as his mouth formed a long “m” shape. “Why do I even bother.” It was more of a statement than a question, addressed to the open sky if anyone at all.

Natalie at least had the decency to look sheepish after that reaction. She smiled and shook her head. “I can’t help it.” She angled her body towards his and reached over to cup his face with her free hand, tenderly stroking his cheek.

“You’re just so– Oh gosh!” The motion, well-meaning as it was, accidentally jostled his glasses with her thumb, causing them to hang halfway off his face at an awkward angle. She pulled back a bit, eyes wide. “Sorry! About that.”

Cove chuckled and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose again with the back of his hand, then reached over to grab Natalie by the shoulder and pulled her down beside him. “Don’t worry about it.” He placed the flat of his palm on top of her head, then lowered his fingers to absentmindedly tangle in her hair.

He took in the sound of the crackling fire contrasting with the waves crashing into the rocks below. “This is…” His eyes darted back and forth a couple of times before settling on the stars straight above. “This is nice.” He ran his hand down the length of her hair, twisting the ends around his thumb. “I’m so glad, um, we get to do things like this. And, uh...” he trailed off, voice wobbly.

Natalie shifted onto her side to face him and gave him a teasing grin. “And also that I didn't decide to write you off as a completely lost cause that time you–”

Cove’s mouth returned to its frequent long m position. “Nataliaaaa! You said we weren’t gonna talk about that!”

Natalie raised her hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, consider it forgotten.”

“Thank you.” Cove replied pointedly, mouth drawn into a long straight line.

“For now,” Natalie muttered under her breath.

Cove blinked rapidly. “What?”

“What?” Natalie parroted back at him, the picture of angelic innocence.

Cove shut his eyes and appeared to be counting in his head. He gave her a weary smile and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “You are incorrigible.”

Natalie pressed her head to his and adopted a sing-songy voice. “But you love me anyway~”

Cove closed his eyes again and nodded, silently. His face swiftly turned red.

Natalie stretched out her limbs and leaned against him, taking a deep breath as she did so. “Hey, Cove.”

Cove’s striking aquamarine eyes met her fathomless brown ones. “Yeah?” His curious inquiry sounded almost hopeful.

Natalie took her sweet time to respond, skimming her fingers down his arm beginning from his bicep to where a trio of brightly colored bracelets hung from his wrist and then back up before answering.

“You smell like smoke.”

Cove rolled his eyes at her quip. He gave her hair an affectionate tug and murmured, “Thanks, I had no idea.”

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16. Describe a date between the LI and your scholar/seeker.

Seeing as how these kids are loaded, I can see Tegan buying them tickets to see one of the musicals Viktoria and Tyler are always going on about, he would choose the one that appealed the most to him personally— ““Be Cool More””.

She’d be sitting on the edge of her seat the entire show, mouthing along to every line but never making an actual sound. [WE STAN GOOD THEATRE ETIQUETTE IN THIS HAUS]

When intermission rolls around Tegan gets up to stretch his legs and asks if she wants to grab some snacks, but she’s too excited to even think about eating right now. He still gets a couple of things that he know she likes, and towards the end she notices and gives him a bone-crushing side hug, her megawatt smile growing even more.

She’s glowing once the show ends, cheeks aching and palms sore, and she won’t shut up about it for weeks. Tegan has unconsciously timed her retelling in his head and knows at exactly what point to shield his face when she hits the part about him getting her food that she likes anyway even though she was totally spazzing out in the moment.

Tyler demands Tegan take him, too. And then the three of them go a third time.

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