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[yunalai]

Ship Bias!

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for for my muse!

— Let us open this up with the two ships I'm the most biased on (or I'll run out of ships quickly)

YASUO

Fairly enough, this started with @ /astrodart's TDMG comics. The appeal of a quiet, introverted DJ and the snappy girlboss diva dating immediately hooked me. And the more I dug into their characters, the more it made sense. Especially in their base lore.

Both Qiyana and Yasuo were talented from a young age — one with the Axiomata, the other with swordsmanship. This brought on jealousy from their peers, especially as Qiyana surpassed her sisters and Yasuo got into the sword school and quickly made it as Elder Souma's apprentice. Both were arrogant, as seen in Qiyana's VO and lore and young Yasuo in Kin of the Stained Blade.

Where their paths differ is when tragedy strikes. Elder Souma is dead, Yone is dead, Yasuo's arrogance in thinking he could tilt the scale of the battle against the Noxians brought this onto him. He mellows out, gruff but not egocentric, heavy with guilt and alcohol until he meets Taliyah. Yasuo is curt in most interactions (see: Ruined King), but he is still kind and will go out of his way to help people in need.

Qiyana never had a choice before tragedy struck her. From the moment she was born, she was the tenth child. The last heir. The forgotten one. The neglect she endured was bearable due to being told it is so the most powerful in the family can be ready to rule until she found out about her power, when then she snapped and lashed out. From there on out, she became bitter and hungry, earning for the love and attention her parents showed their eldest daughters, and she believes the only way to obtain it is the throne. She craves the attention, the respect, the affection she was denied all her life.

Yasuo could help her heal. He'd pull her away from the grasp of the crown and would find kinship in her, even if at first they clash strongly due to her personally. He has the potential to help her heal. It would be slow but gentle, the soothing of a fire that turns into a tame flame.

DRAVEN

Once more, we have similar pasts. Draven was strong from a young age, shown in his lore with the mention he fought and even killed street rats older than he was. His fearless (and downright stupid) shenanigan got him and his brother into the Noxian army, a place he felt he did not belong due to the strictness of it all and the lack of attention on him. Always Darius, Darius, Darius.

Always Inessa, Inessa, Inessa.

In the shadows of their elder siblings, they can't shine properly unless they turn the spotlight upon themselves. Draven in the arena, Qiyana by standing out as Ixaocan's most powerful mage. But it is not enough for them. They need more.

Their love would be hungry and bloody. Two people raised with violence, so used to it that affection feels wrong without a crash of teeth upon bone.

They would feed each other's narcissism and thirst for ichor dripping from their maws, they would kill for each other, burn a nation for each other. It's a raw feeling, the urge to live within the other's ribcage, the knowledge that no one else will want them the way they do.

Draven would whisper sweet fantasies about revenge in her ear, promise her nothing would make her prettier than the blood of those who hurt her on her skin. And Qiyana would want him to share, to participate, to be part of such a grandiose ritual of graduation.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

checklist <3

Send  “checklist” and my muse will fill out the list below with their thoughts about yours!

I find you to be: [x] interesting [ ] cute [x] attractive [x] sexy [x] reassuring [x] intimidating -- "It's natural for beautiful people to be intimidating." [ ] annoying [ ] tedious [ ] terrifying

I think we should: [x] talk more [x] hang out more [x] date [ ] adopt each other as found family [ ] fight (friendly) [ ] fight (hostile) [ ] avoid each other if at all possible

If we spent an evening together we would: [x] just hang out [x] talk about deep stuff [x] cuddle [x] go to bed together (to sleep) [x] go to bed together (to… not sleep) [ ] go out and party till sunrise [ ] both get arrested --((not yet [ ] probably wind up killing each other

If we kissed it would be: [x] a "chaste" press of lips [x] a playful smooch [ ] swift and stolen [x] deep, sweet, and sincerely meant [x] all teeth and tongue and hot as heck [ ] not happening

If we had sex it would be: [x] romantic and luxurious [ ] fast, rough and hard [x] against the nearest wall [x] fantastic [ ] awkward [ ] a really bad idea [ ] an all-around disaster [ ] not happening

If I woke up and found you unexpectedly in my bed I would: [x] cuddle you [x] offer you breakfast [ ] attempt to seduce you [ ] kick you out [ ] demand to know how you got there [ ] scream

[metacrisisdoctor]

4.12 | 4.13

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I request anything and everything Xaden Riorson please, fluffy or smutty or both! 🥰🥰🥰

Late night hours

It was late and Xaden knew that he shouldn't be dragging his feet through the quiet corridors but there was not a single part of him that cared anymore. His head was pounding and oddly enough his muscles ached. Riding never tired him out so much beforehand. But then the past couple of days had been filled with endless patrol. The first years weren't fit enough to help so the fourth years had to do double the work and if you added training and classes on top of that...

You're fusing like a baby. Sgaeyl spoke in Xaden's mind, sounding utterly unimpressed. She was in a mood too. Tairn had to stay back to train, meaning the two mates had to separate, and well, that was a receipt for a broody dragon. Xaden let out a breath of relief as he finally reached the floor his room was set. Starting to undo his flying leathers. The corridor echoed with his heavy footsteps. You'll wake the girl, you idiot. Sgaeyl snared and that was enough to make Xaden slow his pace and calculate his movements.

The thought of you had been the only thing keeping him up right in the saddle today. The only thing that made him want to come back. Xaden carefully unlocked the door, pushing it open. And all it took was one look for all the frustration to come to an end. The corners of his lips turned upwards on their own. Here you were. Sprawled out beneath his black sheets. Clinging to his pillow as you softly snored. Xaden never thought he could love something so simple so much but watching you sleep had turned out to be one of his favorite things to do when his mind grew busy.

He moved to sit at the side of the bed, fingers reaching out to you desperately as he carefully pushed some of the loose pieces of your hair away from your face. The scent of it. Light almonds and caramel filling Xaden sense. You're down bad, boy, Sgaeyl endearingly pureed in Xaden's head. Yet Xaden still rolled his eyes, Says you who fussed all day about breaking laws so you could snuggle with your man, Xaden bit back. He heard his dragon let out a huff as if she was trying to deny it but they both knew that Xaden's words struck true.

"Hey", a quiet, sleepy voice made Xaden look down instantly. Your tired eyes watched him, the biggest smile painting your lips, "You're late. What time is it?", you frowned slightly, turning to look for the clock but Xaden beat you to it, "Past four".

You let out a gasp, shuffling to sit up, earning a growl from Xaden because he didn't want you to chase your sleep away. You needed to rest. "Did something happen? Why did it take so long", your eyes looked his whole body over. Light frown settling on your face. "I'm not hurt", Xaden said as his hand slipped under the blanket so he could run his hand over your bare thigh, "One of the riders got lost in the storm. I had to find him". You hummed at his words, leaning closer to him. The warmth of your fingers soothed all the aches in Xaden's body almost immediately.

"Go, take a shower", you muttered, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. It was too short. Too quick. But when Xaden leaned in once more you pushed away, "Darling, I love you but you stink", you giggled softly, making Xaden's head hang low as he too let out a chuckle. "You won't make an exception for me?", he questioned, pressing down on your thigh more firmly. But you shook your head, "I don't let stinky boys into my bed", Xaden huffed, "It's my bed, princess". You rolled your eyes at his words and Xaden quietly caught your face in his much bigger palm, crashing his lips to yours. It was messy. There was nothing sweet to it. He needed it like air. Like a lighthouse to guide him back home. You returned it with just as much passion because you knew that he needed it and when you broke apart the look in Xaden's eyes was less haunted.

He doubted he spent longer than ten minutes in his shower. Enough time to scrub off the grime but he had no desire to stand there when nothing warmed him more than having you in his arms. When Xaden stepped back into his room he, however, was met with you neatly folding his clothes. His sleeping pants already rested on the side of the bed. But that wasn't the only thing that Xaden's eyes fell upon. There was a full mean, steaming on the bedside table. "Where did you get that from?", he questioned as he dropped the towel, reaching for his pants. "I had a feeling you would come late with an empty stomach", you only hummed in return, ushering him to the plate. "Who told you I haven't eaten?", he tore the side of the bread off, nearly moaning at the taste. "You suck at taking care of yourself", you said simply, leaning against his back. That she is not wrong about a whisper. Get out of my head, Xaden growled in return. "Let me guess, Sgaeyl agrees", you chuckled slightly. "Don't start, sometimes I think she even scowls at me the same way you do", Xaden breathed, earning yet another laugh from you.

The silence fell after that and only when the plates were clean did Xaden mutter, "We're skipping today's classes". You watched him with big eyes, "Who said that?", "I did, they start in three hours and I..", he stopped mid-sentence to stand up before scooping you up in his arms, "Need you in our bed". You let out a giggle. "It doesn't work like that", you chuckled as the soft duvet hugged your body. "I'm your wing leader aren't I? So, that's an order", Xaden crawled onto your body, plopping down on your chest. Arms wrapping around your middle as he settled between your legs. "You didn't just pull rank on me, Riorson", you shook your head, fingers moving to brush through his hair, earning a hum from Xaden. "I did and you love it", he said lazily, eyes already closed as he listened to your heartbeat. You leaned over to kiss his forehead a couple of times before closing your eyes as well.

[albaqae]

A good amount of these might b repeated, so, sorry dude bros

[caffichai]

A DnD icon commissioned by and for @touscow of her tiefling paladin, Yora

Thanks for your patronage!

[joejoeba]

minor peeve but I hate it when people misunderstand Mista's 4 thing

[antipathy-arsonist]

firework mishap

[shayennelovesbooks]

"We have a runner,” Ridoc mutters. “Shit.” I cringe, my heart sinking as two others from Third Wing decide to follow his example, their arms pumping wildly as they make a break for it from First Squad of their Tail Section. This isn’t going to end well. “Looks contagious,” Quinn adds as they race by. “Fuck, they actually think they’ll make it.” Imogen sighs, her shoulders drooping.

I really like this bit. I can't tell you why but I just like it. It has the vibes of disappointed parents watching their children making an extremely stupid mistake but they didn't want to listen 🤷‍♀️

[yunalai]

❛  do you mind if i join you for a bit ?  ❜ have some unmasked, incognito!jhin

Not the first time Qiyana felt out of place.

Just the day before, she had never gone further than the treeline of Ixtal. Never done more than peek at the blindingly white sand of the beach and the shadows of the Serpentine Delta on the water.

A rainbow of colors on the shore brought her gaze toward the sea glass clattering gently with every wave. Her feet kicked the water from where she sat at the edge of the dock, a silent and tense figure amidst the end of the day activity of sailors getting back in their ships to travel to Piltover, Bilgewater, and Noxus, of people trying to sell the last of their fruits and trinkets, of children playing while their parents called from them.

She was unreactive to everything until a voice brought her out of her stupor, startling her momentarily and tearing through the songs of the Axiomata. Raising her head, Qiyana looked up at the stranger with uncertainty in her golden eyes. That one had an odd melody about them and an accent she could not place.

Still, if she was to leave that place and return stronger, she needed to make allies where possible. Practicing by making small talk with someone did not seem like such a bad idea.

"No. Not at all."

Qiyana moved to the side to make space for him to sit if desired. There was no attempt to hide her staring at his garments and builds, a dark brow furrowing ever so slightly.

"You are not from Ixtal, are you?"

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

at least i have you here to look after me, right?

Send in “ at least i have you here to look after me, right? “ for the receiver to clean the sender’s wounds ((how dare you hurt me in this way

The distinct click from the doorway is not what draws the mage from his reading, nor the shuffling at the entrance of their rather lovely quarters--but it's the gargled cough that brings Robin to his feet. The rug nearly lifts under his heel when he turns into the hallway to see his captor staggering against the wall, blood smearing onto the wallpaper as his hand grips his side tightly. That gorgeous cream mask slips off of his face to clatter harshly on the ground with a sound that makes Robin flinch as the Golden Demon speaks,

"The carpet...such fine shuriman silk, ruined--"

The lamentation was quickly cut short as the virtuoso coughs once more, two droplets of blood dripping from his chin to the crevices of his befallen mask as if to properly convey to Robin the gravity of the situation. He takes a step forward, evaluating with caution how Jhin would react to him approaching while in such a vulnerable state. An injured animal who's favorite prey could slip right past, or maybe even finish the kill should they be so bold. His eyes swirl downward in their sockets as he gazes upon the extent of the injury, his eyes flick to the door, just for a moment, then back to his captor. Those beautiful phospherescent eyes twinkled like finely milled crystals as the colors from the chandelier painted his gaze, highlighting the question in them as wintery lashes lowered. How much of this was a game of cat and mouse? How much did he truly...

His mind wandered for what was only a few seconds, but felt like several minutes as the memories resurfaced. Deft fingers brushing over his own, drawing about beautiful melodies from piano keys and from his own lips. Soft whispers in his ear, the gentle caress of Jhin's hands through his now-growing hair...the first time Robin had been able to close his eyes in years, as he melted into the palm of a killer. As that same killer twirled himself around Robin's fingers, how he sounded when he first woke up, and the curve of his lips when playing a truly lovely tune... the way those lips pressed against his temple and cheek and whispered words of desire, praise, and lunacy. The strings of a violin being pulled and vibrated in a way that sung songs in his head...

Before Robin knows it, he is stepping back from any potential freedom, lifting the Demon onto his shoulder to let him lean on it as he carries him into the restroom. He quickly brings in any supplies he has, any needle, thread, medicine--anything. His fingers are deft, meticulous, knowledgeable in how they undress Jhin's layers and set them down without much care--fabric could be washed, but human blood...that was much more difficult to replace. Particularly with that size wound...He sheds his own layers and forces Jhin to hold his wool cloak tight to the wound, before he unbuttons his own gloves and begins to wash his hands. Eyes wander before resting on a towel which he swiftly grabs, folds, and holds up to Jhin's bloody lips,

"Open your mouth--this is going to hurt without any anesthetic, I don’t want you breaking your teeth." Before the hesitation causes him to grip the hollows of Jhin's cheeks, forcing him to take the cloth between his jaws. Robin whirls once more to gather his supplies, lifting thread somewhat shakily before looping it through the eye of the needle--his attention caught as a wet, sticky palm and fingers grip around his wrist. His gaze is almost harsh as he turns back, ready to spit hellfire at him before--

Deep, maroon pools stare back to him, but they held no malice, only an emotion that Robin has not seen reflected within them before; fright. Some deep seated fear had clawed its way to the surface, perhaps only through the recognition of one's own mortality could such emotions be drawn forth. Usually they held nothing, cold, shrewd eyes of predator; of a shark in desperate search for blood, to devour everything in its path...including Robin himself. Framed by dark, long lashes the uncanny depths now turned into pleading pools, begging Robin silently, giving him one single ask;

Stay.

He does not pull or push away, does not snatch his arm back in disgust at this display of mortal weakness, one that Khada Jhin masterfully hid so well. Instead Robin's vicious eyes seems to soften as he gazes deeper into the abyss of Jhin's stare, the contrast of color reflects the differences between them well. One destined to take life away, and another destined to restore as many broken things as he possibly could, and yet...they had found themselves together. His head lowers in thought, pensive in his expression before he speaks; the suave and controlled look that usually adorns Robin's face is gone, left with only one of concern.

"Jhin," His voice is stern, but in a way that a parent scolds a child, full of tender care with harsh edges sewed in, "You need to let me go." Robin held the needle steady as he observed the tile of the bathroom and how the grout was now stained with blood, "I need to be able to work, if I can’t get you patched up soon— you’ll be in a worse condition." However no words are shared between them as Jhin slowly begins to unravel the vice grip from Robin's wrist, reluctant in their motion before bloody fingers run their way down the mage's shirt. They attempt to catch the fabric before collapsing down to the killer's side as his head tilts back... Robin shakes his head momentarily before he finally kneels and begins to clean the wound.

Although...whenever Khada Jhin wakes from his injury-induced rest...their living space is silent as the first night of winter. Although...it is curious that Robin has left his prized possession behind, and his hat sits patiently for its owner's return.

[alinasaart]

This is Andarna from Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros ⚡🤭🤭💛. Go to insta to see the version with Violet!!

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

good to see you posting lots the past few days! i loved your “little sister” hc for Garrick. would you write a fic in this same universe where the little sister is hurt or upset in some way and xaden’s not available so she turns to her big brother ?

Boyfriend Xaden x reader x brother Garrick

For what it’s worth

It was so rare to have a brother and boyfriend who got along. No drama. No stupid bickering. Well occasionally. But it was normal and they were both always looking for a way to get on one another’s nerves for fun. But you knew that deep down in their ways they were inseparable friends. Garrick had more than once told Xaden that was the only man he would allow to date his sister.l “You two can do whatever you want I just don’t… not in front of me”, he would scrunch his nose up at you two kissing.

“Here you are, been looking everywhere for you”, your brother’s voice snapped you out of your daze. “Just wanted to get some fresh air”, you lied. Xaden had been away on a mission for a couple of days now. To say that you had been anxious about it would have been an understatement. “I see right through you, remember?”, Garrick sighed sitting down next to you, nudging your shoulder slightly.

“He will get back. It’s Xaden we are talking about”, Garrick said reassuringly. “You don’t know that. What if he’s in some field bleeding out”, you whined pointing towards the distant fields in front. “What’s your heart telling you?”, Garrick asks turning to you slightly. “That he’s dead”, you whimper. “That’s your head, y/n, not your heart”, Garrick cut in firmly. You swallowed, trying to take hold of your emotions. “He’s… It’s just taking time”, you sighed.

“I know that you’re worried and I’m so happy he has you now doting over him but…”, “I’m not doting. If it was you I would be just as restless”, you grunted, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m touched by your words, sissy”, he dramatically sighed, making you flip him off, “Don’t go whining that I don’t love you enough”, “I promise you, he will be back”, Garrick reached out squeezing your hand, “Trust me on it”, he leaned in kissing the side of your head, “Come inside, if you get ill Xaden will be up my ass for at least a week”.

[thegoddessseris]

INTERLINKED

Prologue

oc! Xaden Riorson's sister! insert.

Summary: Xaden's little sister finds herself having to survive in the war college of Basgiath, between new truths and the rediscovery of what she really is.

TW: none

A/N: All rights to the characters and plot of the book go to Rebecca Yarros, however you have no right to republish or rework this story.

Also out on wattpad!

Masterlist - Next chapter

«At least you kept your promise. You stayed alive long enough to stab me in the back.»

—found correspondence of cadet Eris Riorson

That warming sense of welcome in running through the corridors of the building when you are little, that sweet sense of belonging of that hug or laughter. That loving look - that you never directed at me. The look of disgust, of hatred, that I caught in your eyes every time they fell on me. And then, the bitter taste of betrayal.

I find myself having to face the test of the parapet, on a sunny day in July - a pretty bad month, given that 7 is my unlucky number. But perhaps the worst thing about the whole conscription day is the slow walk of shame I have to do while I stand in line to sign, while I see everyone and their families talking, or looking at me contemptuously. The knowledge that I have been forced to enter the rider quadrant makes me so nervous that I want to throw down the parapet itself, but the realization that I would probably - even if the apostasy had never happened - entered it, shows me how perhaps in reality the relic of the rebellion that I wear on my arm is more of a blessing than a condemnation, or at least that's what he always says. 

If you think that a look might be annoying, it's because you haven't yet signed the register to enter the rider quadrant with "Eris Riorson".

Yes, because what's worse than having a dragon rider looking at you and saying: "are you a Riorson? THAT Riorson? Your mother must not have been very faithful, I would say anything, BUT that you are Xaden's sister" comments a bastard sitting behind the register table in a completely inappropriate way. "You look fragile, like you might break if I look at you for too long."How disgusting. The look he gave me made my stomach turn. But I remained impassive, signing, and heading towards the turret to go up the stairs. In front of me were two girls and a boy. Among them, I recognized without a shadow of a doubt the partly silver hair of the girl on the left, near the wall. She is a Sorrengail. If that girl on the right of the stairs wasn't involved, I might throw her down. Or maybe I could throw them both down.

The girl on the right turned to look at me, studying my clothing. "I'm Rhiannon, and you are?" she told me calmly. Perhaps the shirt and the bandages hid the relic too well, so well that now some people, who seemed decent, were speaking to me, and were not  running away as if I were a plague to be eliminated.

"Eris," I simply said, with a calm expression, as if climbing these stairs was something I do every day. "Violet," young Sorrengail responded. Do I really have the right to hate her? She is not responsible for her mother's actions."Dylan!" Yelled  the guy in front of us. He looked cocky, as if he was sure he could do it. May the gods help him.

"You seem calm," Rhiannon told me, looking at me inquisitively. Did the sleeve roll up, revealing the relic?I looked down, seeing that the sleeve was still in place. Strange. "Why shouldn't I be?" I replied with a simplicity that would send shivers down anyone's spine. "Percentages speak."

"Yes, and they say that around 25% of volunteers die at the parapet, even before becoming cadets" replied the little Sorrengail. She is short, seems fragile, and above all, scared.

"75% is a lot. It's almost like flipping a coin. We're just flipping a lot of coins. Like a game" I replied, looking at the girl on the left, while all three of them turned to look at me with stupid looks, and I could see a note of disgust in Rhiannon's gaze, perhaps because I compared someone's life to a dime. "And if you know you can't win a game, you can only cheat, right?" I replied simply, they stopped, and I advanced along the staircase. Maybe I had scared them?

There were some boys in the turret, who wrote down names and sent you forward. From the position I was in - behind a couple of people - I already could see and recognize the shoulders and hair of the person writing down the names. One person after another climbed onto the parapet, while some fell.

"Name?"

"Eris Riorson." I said with a smirk as I saw my brother turn and go from an indifferent look to a small smile. "It's about time, I thought you ran away" he replied jokingly.

"Are you crazy? I've been waiting for this day since I was 10 years old" I replied. Taking a couple of steps towards the railing."Keep your arms open for balance, don't look too low, if the backpack slips - drop it. It better than you."He said seriously, looking at me. I turned to him, nodded, and began my bet with Malek.

I had put on a mask as I climbed towards the tower, pretending to be calm when in reality I wasn't, but now that I found myself on the parapet, suspended in the void and one step away from death, I felt an absurd and inexplicable sense of tranquility. I felt an adrenaline rush, one of those you only feel if you find yourself walking alongside Malek, one of those that makes you feel alive. The wind was strong, but my feet were planted firmly on the rock beneath me, holding on to my skin.The feeling of being one step away from death sent a shiver down my spine, it was a sick comfort, knowing that one step would be enough left an anguishing sense of tranquility. If I wanted, that moment would have been enough to put an end to all my doubts, all my fears, every single uncertainty. It was only a second.

It was just a thought.

But as the motion of my steps stalled for a moment, I looked below me.

It was just a moment.

It was just a thought.

It only lasted a second, I immediately picked up the pace to cross the parapet.

But that second was there, and for that split second the idea of ​​crossing the parapet seemed less inviting than finding myself in Malek's arms. When I looked up I turned and looked at Xaden from afar, and he was staring at me. I knew he had seen it.

He always saw it.

Even when nobody did.

When I reached the other end of the parapet, I hoped I had jumped. I was now officially a cadet.

Well, i'm fucked.

[dreamtydraw]

In honor of Derek's birthday being yesterday -- can we hear about Cerise & Derek?

*inhale* DEREK MY BOI I FAILED U I FORGOT TO DRAW SOMETHING FOR YOUR BIRDYYYYY NAAAAAAAAAUR

*stop sobbing* WELL THE LOVERBIRDS-

I made a post once with tons of fun facts and like, a sort of large plan on how they must have liked each other when they were young (here)

But now let’s focus on some details of their actual show of affection.

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Cerise is a hugging person, when she doesn’t talk she compensates with physical touch if comfortable enough and Derek is the first victim.

Holding hand, hugs, cuddling, arm pat, hair brushing you name it.

-Despite being taller in step 2, Cerise constantly hides behind him. (She asked for no pickle), which lead to comicly absurd situation where Derek try to be the brave one and cerise just look behind him.

This doesn’t work anymore in step 4, not only he’s now taller but also bigger, and she dosen’t need to try to be hidden now.

Despite not having seen each other in a while, some habits come back fast, and here goes holding hands again.

Right at the bus station, after she ran out to hug him tightly, they walked hand in hand as if 5 years didn’t stand between them.

-Cerise is scared of heights to the point she doesn’t go on the balcony but still hops on the Ferris to have a moment with derek.

-Early bird vs needs 30 min to wake up.

Derek is all « rise and shine, wake up sleepy head the earth says hello :D » type of person. He had time to go to the gym, go grocery shopping, take a shower, and make breakfast, Cerise woke up 10 min ago and her brain was loading it’s function on the sofa, she needed 20 more minutes.

The first night they spend in the same bed Derek wakes up early as always and here goes the hardest morning he ever had: don’t wake up the orange cat sharing your bed.

-They both have different dinner to go with each other which mean they are both in the kitchen at the same and it offers some sweet moments.

-lazy game nights where they just replay games they used to play when they were 13.

-Idk if you see the Reddit post about a guy leveling up his gf catching ability by tossing her random stuff constantly, derek would do that

-They celebrate the small victory of figuring out their life. Did your portfolio get accepted? Going out eating with the family.

-The ultimate siblings reunion- Liz takes her role as the oldest very seriously

[doctorwhogirlie]

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