#i haven't even used them but they sure are pretty there on my desk next to all the embroidery stuff

[beezelbubbles]

Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder? More like Another Damn Hobby Disorder amirite? Hahahahahahooooo boy.

[blackbirdsblackberries]

I HATE THE NEW HERO

PT 1 - What teacher assigns a group project for a poster?!

Classes were always boring for you, don't get you wrong - you love the subjects, you just hate how it's being taught.

To sum it up, here is your lessons for today, Friday.

Literature, Methods Math, Biology, Ancient History, Engineering and finally Chemistry.

It's a lot and frankly you're regretting choosing half of those subjects. Even more so because of a certain billionaire playboy's ward. Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.

You're pretty sure he's a massive fanboy of Aranea, the new spider-themed hero of Gotham who you detest with your very being.

The costume is ugly, they're too optimistic - it's Gotham, who on Earth is happy in Gotham? Most of all however, they're a two-faced bitch. You should know, after all you are them.

It's not that you hate yourself and your nightlife, just that you need to look unconnected to them at all costs. There can't be any correlation between you and your persona. You use a voice modulator while on patrol and missions, you wear a wig while in your costume and any defining features are covered by either the costume or makeup.

So, whenever Aranea is brought up you take the chance to make fun of it. The comments aren't anything horrible, mean sure.

"Ew, they're more of a roach than a spider.."

"They're actually ugly enough to be the next Joker"

"I hope they humiliate themself and everyone sees how gross they really are."

But not horrible.

Despite this Timothy seems to have thought you were the devil himself in the form of a teenager. Glares were thrown at you, false reports were made to the principal's office, public shaming on Chitter and more.

You won't lie and say it gets to you sometimes but at the same time he's being a manchild. You can't expect everyone to like who you like.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by a paper being slammed onto the desk. Your head snaps up and you glare at the person.

Timothy may as well be the devil with the way he's staring at you now, a sneer paints his pale features. His nose held high enough that you swore he was about to snort on you.

You grit your teeth and look down at the paper he slammed on your desk. You're actually going to scream and cry right now.

Scratch that, you're actually going to jump out of the window and hope to perish.

You hate Chemistry. You hate this school. You hate Gotham. You hate Timothy Jackson Drake.

You pray he'll think you're incompetent and not bother with actually working together for this group project.

A group project on Titration! Who even does a group project outside of school for that?

You look around, hoping there will be others in the group but because your luck is so thin it might snap everyone else already were in groups of 3s. Meaning Timothy and you would just be a duo.

Instead of doing what you wished you instead sighed and grabbed your pencil, probing at Timothy's hand until it stopped holding the paper against the desk.

"A poster on bases and acids in titration? Why does this need to be a two-person job?!" You huff out. Timothy's features turn more hate filled, kinda petty to hate someone for different tastes Timothy...

"Because lazy people like you won't do the work otherwise!"

"I'm not lazy! Fine, fuck you! I'll do it myself!"

"No way! I need the marks - plus you'll do it wrong!"

you take a deep breath, trying desperately to not snap your pencil in half.

"... Fine. We'll do it at my place then once school lets out. No way am I going to your place where I'm sure you'll set your family on me." You respond calmly, still glaring up at him.

After a moment Timothy nods.

Your shoulders slump in relief.

"I'll meet you at the front gate then."

"Fine. But if you're late I'm doing the project on my own." With that Timothy walks away. You feel a migraine coming on - seriously, what is wrong with him? There wasn't even a proper time set!

Some people think that Damian kid is the rudest - those people clearly haven't been on the bad, petty side of Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.

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June Prompt: Song By Blondie | Word Count: 876 | Rating: T | Characters: Steve, Robin, Eddie | CW: Language | Tags: Future Fic, Canon Divergence, No Upside Down, Steve "I'm a Big Fan" Harrington, Platonic Stobin

For a song by Blondie, I picked Fan Mail.

The crumpled ball of paper hits the wall, banking off and falling straight into the trash can. At least his aim is good, even if his writing isn't. Steve looks up at the poster over his desk, and sighs. He's fucking pathetic. Seriously, is his plan really that he's gonna write Eddie "The Freak" Munson with some, what, fan mail? Yeah, that's a great fucking plan. 

Hi, remember me? We went to high school together. I was a bit of a dick, but I'm hoping you've forgotten that. You're pretty hot up on that stage. Call me.

Yeah, right. 

He's definitely aborting this mission. It was a stupid idea, anyway.

A few weeks later, Steve pulls a stack of letters out of the mailbox. Bill, bill, junk, junk, bill…and then his stomach drops with dread. A red envelope, with the Corroded Coffin logo drawn in the corner, where the return address should be.

What the fuck? No, seriously, what the fuck?

Steve takes it to the kitchen counter and sits it down, filled with dread. He didn't lose his mind and actually mail one of those goddamn letters, right? Surely he'd remember doing something as unhinged as that. 

He wants to open it, but he also really doesn't want to know what's inside.

So, it sits. For an hour, a day, a week.

It sits until Robin swings by one day, and picks it up like the Nosey Nellie she is, "What's this, dingus?"

Steve reaches for it, trying to grab it from her grubby little hands, "Nothing!"

"It doesn't sound like it's nothing," she crows, and holds it behind her back. 

"Robin, give it to me," he warns, low and pissy. If he opens it, it's gonna be on his own terms. And that's a big if. As long as he leaves it alone, he'll never have to know what's inside. Good, bad or ugly.

"Why haven't you opened it? Maybe it's important," she says, "maybe it's from Eddie."

And he knows. He suddenly knows exactly what's happened here, and he's gonna kill her.

"What the fuck did you do?" he asks, eyes narrowed.

"What you were too chickenshit to," she says, and she presses the envelope to his chest.

"Goddamnit, Robin," Steve says, feeling embarrassed and sick, "they weren't, I wasn't, ready."

Robin's eyes soften, "I know you, Steve. You'd never be ready."

She's not wrong, she's not, but still. She shouldn't have done this to him. It could be classified as a hate crime, he's pretty sure. And maybe even tampering with the U.S. mail. That's a federal offense. He could have her prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

"Quit daydreaming about my demise, and just open it. Then you can kill me if you need to," she says, and he nods, sliding onto the stool at the counter. 

He slides his thumb under the flap of the envelope and tugs, ripping it open, pulling out the letter. When he unfolds it, two tickets fall onto the counter and Robin reaches for them, and he just lets her. 

And he reads. 

It's short, and funny, and not as embarrassing as he'd feared. Eddie seems happy to have heard from him, and the two tickets are an invitation. It seems casual, but Steve knows better.

Holy shit.

He's actually made a fucking pass at Eddie Munson, and he seems to have made one back? What is happening right now? For real. 

"Well?" Robin asks, bouncing on the balls of her feet, impatient. 

"He invited me, us, to their show in Indy next month."

"See? I told you it'd be fine, dingus," she says, and he nods.

He spins on his chair, to face her full-on, "What version did you send?"

Steve suddenly needs to know how embarrassed he needs to be right now.

"The least stalkerish one, I swear," she says, "and I included a note from me, so he'd know, you weren't exactly aware it was being mailed."

That's probably more embarrassing, he thinks. Like he was just sitting there, pining, like a fool, and his best friend had to intervene.

Eddie must think he's the fucking freak, now. 

The tickets are good. Really good, Steve has suddenly realized, as they stand right next to the stage. They aren't front and center, more off to the side, but still. Right there. Front row. Where Eddie will definitely be able to see them, and know they came, if he just looks down.

And he does. 

As soon as he hits the stage, he comes right to their side, squats down, and reaches out to hand Steve something. Steve's frozen, eyes locked on Eddie's, so it's Robin's hand that reaches out and takes the folded up piece of paper he's offering.

Once Eddie's gone from in front of them, taking his spot center stage and getting the show started, Robin is unfolding the piece of paper. 

Steve leans over her shoulder, and it's dark. Nearly too dark to read, but it's fan mail. Right back. Talking about how he'd always liked looking at him, too, back in high school.

That he'd like to look at him a little bit more after the show tonight, if Steve is interested.

Oh.

Steve is definitely interested.

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[talaok]

I saw you asked for spencer ideas so i was thinking… what about something about the team finding out reader(spencer’s wife) is pregnant?

Loooove your work btw

YES. love this idea so much

"Emily, you in?" Derek asked with a grin as he turned to her.

"Definitely" she sighed, getting up from her desk "I really need a drink after today"

"JJ?"

She glanced at the watch on her wrist "Just for a drink, Will's waiting for me at home"

"alright the-"

"wait!" Peneole rushed through the doors "I'm here!" she seemed awfully out of breath for someone who'd taken the elevator "Don't leave without me" 

Derek chuckled "Wouldn't dream of it baby girl" he shook his head, "I was just getting the crew together, there's only one member missing..." he said, cocking his eyebrows at Spencer, who raised his head.

"I'm sorry I can't today"

"oh c'mon pretty boy, you never can"

"seriously Spence, you should come" JJ chirped in.

Spencer looked between them and smiled a bit, he knew they were right, he always said no, but today he actually had a reason, and not just the same old "I wanna get home to y/n because I've missed her the whole day", no, today she was actually meeting him here, even though he had tried to convince her to let him pick her up after work, she had insisted this made much more sense since the restaurant was closer to his work, and as always, he had agreed with her.

"I really can't today, I'll come next time"

"you said that last time" Emily playfully pointed out

"well I mean it this time"

"I'm sure y/n will understand if you come home late just this once" 

He snorted, it wasn't her that wanted him to come home, it was him, leaving the house in the morning had become more and more painful from the moment they started living together, and now.. well now it felt almost impossible, the moment he closed the door behind him he would now always find himself wondering when he'll get to come back.

Penelope elbowed Derek as she shoot him a look

"Hey, wha-"

"if he wants to go home to his lovely lady you should let him," she told him, and turned to him now "Don't listen to them Spencer, you're incredibly precious"

He smiled, a faint blush tainting his cheeks "thank you,"

"alright" Derek gave up, "but you're gonna have to let me buy you a drink at one point" 

"I will" he promised, getting up and starting towards the elevator with the others.

He couldn't wait to get to the parking lot and finally see her, and as the elevator's doors opened, he wondered if she'd put on the dress he'd gifted her just the other week.

"oh, hello" He heard Derek say, he sounded...confused,

Spencer frowned before he heard another voice respond.

"hi" 

not just any voice,

his eyes shot up

"Hi baby" she smiled at him, 

"Hi Y/n!" Penelope squeaked, immidately going in for a hug.

"sorry to intrude like this"

"no, not at all" Emily reassured her with a smile

"we were just talking about you" JJ joined

y/n laughed softly "Were you?" she asked "I'm kind of scared now"

"oh don't worry, only good things" She promised

Spencer smiled as she walked to him and kissed his cheek

"Hi" He said

"hi" she responded, taking his hand in hers

"so we were going to get a drink" Derek spoke, "wanna come with us? It's been a while since we hanged"

Y/n smiled with that smile that made Spencer's insides twist.

"well I can't drink, but you're right, I haven't seen you in too long" She nodded "We can eat out another time?" she asked, her eyes finding Spencer's, but there was something in his she didn't understand, it looked like... stunner?

He opened his mouth to say something but he was quickly cut off by Emily

"what do you mean you can't drink?"

"well you know" she trailed off placing a gentle hand on her stomach "given my situation, I think it's best if I don't"

It was as if time stilled before Penelope's voice cut right through it like a knife.

"oh my god! are you..."

and just then, Y/n realized, her eyes widening

"Oh wow" Emily grinned

"Are you serious?" JJ smiled wide, as Derek just smirked, clearly happy for them.

Y/n glanced at Spencer again, and even though she looked at him with worry, all of his disappeared, as his lips twitched into a smile and he nodded to his friends.

"we're having a baby" he confirmed, making all types of smiles and laughs erupt from the people in front of them

Everyone rushed to y/n to congratulate her, hugging and kissing her, and Spencer chuckled a bit as he felt left out,

it was his baby too after all,

"Why is nobody congratulating me?" he asked

"Oh, you're not getting any hugs" Penelope spoke accusingly "How dare you not tell us something so amazing?"

"Yeah Spencer why didn't you tell us?" JJ joined

"I was going to"

"When?"

"at the right moment"

"and when was that gonna be, eight months from now, when this little bundle of joy will have been born already?" Penelope asked

"Alright, I'm sorry" he gave up "You're right, I should have told you"

"damn right you should have," Penelope said " I'm already behind on the gifts now because of you"

Spencer laughed softly at that, followed by everyone else

"Lucky for you, you have the whole night to tell us what we've missed"Penelope stated before taking y/n arm in arm and dragging her to the elevator.

"Get ready" Emily chuckled, patting his back and following the two women

"Congratulations man," Derek said "and good luck" He nodded to the very mad woman staring at him from the elevator as he too walked to her.

Only JJ was left by his side

"I'm really happy for you Spence" she almost murmured "You'll be a great dad" She smiled, hugging him tightly, and he couldn't help but smile like an idiot.

I really hope so, he thought, hugging her back

"Hey!" Penelope yelled "No hugging! He's a traitor!"

[alice-angel12x]

Born of Unknown Stardust

(Platonic) Lucifer x (???)Child! reader Pt.1

<-Prologue/ Next pt. 2 ->

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50years Later-

"They're a cute little bell, so I don't lose you," Lucifer smiles as he looks down at the cute bell on the bow he made for the tiny creature.

Over the last 50 years, being so tiny it was pretty easy for Lucifer to lose them out of nowhere.

"Huh, I should give you a name. Something to call you by... Uummm. I'll just call you (Y/n) Yuu. What do you think?" Lucifer asked, Yuu only blinked at his words.

"Ummm, actually I've noticed something. You have not grown or changed at all over the past 50 years. You still haven't spoken, or even asked for food... You don't do much. Do... Do you eat? Are you hungry?" Lucifer asked in concern as he tickled Yuu's tiny belly. Earning cute little squeaks from them.

As Yuu giggles, leaning back to get away from the tickling. They leaned farther and farther, till they fell over the counter edge they were sitting on. Lucifer panicked as he dove to catch Yuu, only to stare in a stupor as Yuu levitated a foot above his waiting hands.

"The in the world?" Lucifer gasped as Yuu started to float upward.

Yuu continued to float higher and higher, till a gentle hand intercepted their upward path. That hand belonged to his fellow seraphim Sera.

"I didn't think flight was possible without wings," Sera commented. "How did you teach it to accomplish this?"

"I didn't, they just... Did...It," Lucifer said as he gently pulled Yuu down, and held them against his chest. "Anyways what are you doing here?"

"Well, I hear mortal life or infants tend to eat a lot. So I gathered some vegetation from the earth for this creature," Sera said as she held a glass of pureed fruits.

"I don't know, Yuu has never... Never really asked for anything. Or spoke, they kind of just roll around and be cute," Lucifer shrugs, as Sera holds the glass to Yuu's lips.

The little critter took one sip, two sips, then a gulp. Then proceeded to chug the entire glass, as Sera and Lucifer watched in shock and slight concern. It did just drank a cup that was as big as itself.

'' Are you sure?" Sera asked.

“A-any ways, speaking of earth. I actually all have a bunch of cool ideas we can do, and if you’d-“ “Lucifer. No,” Sera interrupted.

“We’ve already told you to please stay out of this project. As wonderful as these ideas are. They are too risky. I’m sorry,” Sera apologizes sadly. “For know just study this critter… Yuu? Correct? Just keep on eye on them and tell us what you find.”

And with that, Sera left to rejoin the elders to continue the further creation of earth. Yuu watched in curiosity as they felt a shift in Lucifer. His wonder filled smile was replaced by a small frown.

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With a string, the end of Yuu’s tail was tied to a small weight so they wouldn’t float away. As Lucifer sat at his work bench in frustration, as Yuu tried to nom through the string to get free. Which was difficult when you don’t have teeth.

But eventually Yuu was distracted from their goal as they noticed Lucifer mess and mold with dust. Shaping them into many different and strange creatures.

Yet each time it looked complete, Lucifer would quickly crumble it down, in frustration.

“I don’t get it! What is so risky about my ideas!” Lucifer shouted as he rested his head on the desk.

Yuu stared in awe at the dust before them. So crawling over, they start to gather the dust. Slowly giving it shape and volume. And by the time they were done… it was something about as big as them. It had a head an oval body and a long mouth.

Yuu stared at its dust figure till.

“Dak,” a tiny voice said. “Dak!”

Lucifer jumped a bit, startled by sudden voice. He looked down at Yuu and their crude makeshift creature.

“Umm huh?!” Lucifer said in a stuper.

“Dak,” Yuu pointed to their creation.

“Oh, umm. It’s.. it’s something. Very cute,” Lucifer said with a confused smile.

Yuu hugged the dust clump, when a golden light started to shine from Yuu. The dust clump slowly started to change. Yellow feathers grew, and an orange bill was revealed as the dust trickled off. But before the creature could come to be, it crumbled back into lifeless dust.

“Umm,” Lucifer said slowly, when he noticed tears well in Yuu’s eyes begin to well up with tears. “Oh no no no. It’s okay. Ummm uhh."

Lucifer panics as he gently cradles Yuu when an idea comes to mind. With a snap of his fingers, Yuu was put into a new little attire.

"Aww look how cute you are. Know you the duck," Lucifer gushed as he held a small mirror in front of Yuu.

You looked at their reflection in awe as a tiny giggle escaped their lips.

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Pt.3 ? Continue?

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[cherryobx]

hiiii here to help you procrastinate! I suck at requests but I’m gonna make one and you can just see if you want to use it or not :)) so since I can’t personally hug you since your 24 hours away by car and I don’t have a drivers licence I want something cozy 👉👈 I’ve recently been obsessed with someone and for the first time I followed a twitch live stream because of him and it was so comforting to just listen to him play a game that I could fall asleep. so maybe something like gamer bf/gf and a sleepy reader OR a bookish reader, they’re gaming and the other reading or something. I want the coziness. but I have no clue if this is information that you can do something with so do whatever you want :)) and if you want to use it you can choose the character ☺️

Company || J.M.

Summary: JJ, your gamer bf, comes over and you spend a cozy evening together, sort of.

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: no knowledge of gaming whatsoever, other than that none

A/N: thank you babe for this request!!!!!! and thank you for supporting my procrastination haha, hope you enjoy whatever this is (don't judge i haven't written anything in soooo long)

JJ kept all of his gaming equipment at your place. He was scared of what his father might do if he ever got his hands on it in a fit of drunken rage. It was very expensive, he saved up for more than a year to afford all of it. You made space in your bedroom for another table so he could have his gaming station and his own little corner to game in. 

You loved when he was over at your place to play his video games you knew pretty much nothing about. It was a way for you to spend time together. Not in the sense that you were conversing or doing some activity together but just being in the same room with each other, enjoying each other’s company. It was so mundane but so sweet.

He had his headset on but only one of his ears was covered. When you asked about it one time he said he wanted to make sure he could still hear you if you needed anything. But in reality he also enjoyed the little sounds you made over at the other side of the room, whether it was blowing on your steaming tea, turning the pages of your book or the little laughs you let out when a character said something funny in your current read.

One evening he came over to game with his friends. He could tell you were tired just by the way you dragged your feet behind you and how you kept yawning every two seconds. You had a really long day behind you and all you wanted to do was curl up into a little ball under the warm covers in your bed and fall asleep.

He followed you into your bedroom and watched you flop face first onto the bed.

“Are you okay?” He took a seat next to you and placed his hand on your back, rubbing it in a relaxing motion making your eyelids fall closed.

“Yeah, just tired,” you mumbled into the duvet.

“I don’t have to play right now, I can just tell them I can’t tonight. I’ll cuddle with you instead.”

But you insisted. “No. Go game with your friends. I’ll be out like a light in two seconds. Don’t even worry about me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Just come to bed when you’re done.”

“Of course.” He smiled and gave you a small kiss on your temple. 

He helped you crawl under the covers and tucked you in, making your heart swell. He gave you another kiss but this time on the lips. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips before he stood up and sat down in his gaming chair behind the desk you had gotten him.

He turned everything on and logged into whatever game he was supposed to be playing with his friends that night.

His voice was quiet when speaking to his friends, he didn’t want to disturb you more than he already has. He kind of felt guilty about his situation although you had reassured him many times that you aren’t bothered by his stuff in your room. You actually liked that a piece of him was always in your personal space.

“Sorry, my girl’s sleeping,” he whispered into the microphone. It tugged the corners of your mouth upwards in your sleepy haze.

You didn’t really focus on his hushed conversations but the low tone of his voice was so calming and relaxing, it lulled you to sleep in no time.

When JJ finally finished up with his friends, he took the headphones off, placed them on the monitor and quietly made his way to your bed. Lifting the covers gently, he climbed underneath them and joined you in the warmth of your bed. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him, stirring you from your sleep.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“‘S okay,” you slurred, already falling back asleep. JJ nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent and feeling the sleep take him over as well.

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 49

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words : 5k

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Monday, February 8th; 11:45 AM - In class.

Returning to reality is hard. I'm bored to death with these classes. If Lucy saw me, she'd probably lecture me for slouching over my desk trying to follow this pointless lesson. I wish we could have extended our weekend. It was so much more enjoyable, even with the little incident Feli caused on Saturday night. I keep thinking about it. Lucy was so sweet to me from beginning to end. I was so worried, but now I regret that the weekend was too short. Plus, seeing my brother again was such a joy. It broke my heart when it was time to leave. He didn’t want to let us go, and he even cried. I felt sorry for Hector, who had to stay with him. Luckily, the holidays are coming soon. We have just one more week. I’m eagerly looking forward to it, so much so that I feel like these next few days are going to drag on. It’s well known that excitement tends to slow down time. If all goes well, I'll spend those two weeks with Lucy. The first week is certain, since we'll be going to the Alps with her friends. She told me she'd handle the planning with Ingrid during the day.

- "You seem lost in thought," Alessia murmurs. "Is everything okay?"

- "Yeah," I say, sitting up and giving her a shy smile.

I’ve never felt so good. Of course, I still have problems, but the biggest ones are now resolved. My smile fades for a moment as I recall the events of last week. With everything that happened, I haven't had the chance to speak to my friends since the cafeteria incident. I did check in with Alexia via text, but that was it. I got bombarded with questions this morning. If I had at least had one meal with them, I could have avoided this situation. But I don’t regret eating with Lucy. I was still too shaken to be around other students. Coming back to school this morning reminded me why I wasn't ready for that. The students made me the center of attention. I hated it. My friends told me that a bunch of rumors had spread after the fight. The first was about Korbin getting expelled, but for me, it was a different story. The students thought I was in the hospital, considering the beating I took. The scene in the cafeteria must have been something for them to think that. After hearing all this, I’m not surprised everyone is staring at me. Sure, I still have a few marks, but everything’s healing pretty well, thanks to Lucy’s weekly care.

- "I wanted to apologize," I said.

- "For what?"

- "For being radio silent until today. I shouldn't have worried you. To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so concerned."

- "You're our friend; it's normal to worry."

- "Yeah, but you know, except for Mapi, I was never close to many people. But now that I have you guys, it’s… I don’t know. I’m glad to have you."

- "We’re glad to have you too," she smiles. "Just don’t leave us without news next time. We saw you Thursday morning, so we knew you were okay, but we still wondered why you were absent the next day."

- "I promise, next time I'll let you know."

I return her smile. I've grown closer to them, so I can’t shy away now. I’m relieved when the bell rings right after our conversation. I hope the rest of the week doesn’t pass as slowly as this half-day. I’ll die of boredom otherwise. My only motivation is that I’ll see Lucy every evening since we’ll be sharing her room again this week. She told me she’d be busy these next five days, so I’ll have to make do with our evening classes and nights together. I hope I can manage. She’s been my support these past few days, and I already feel lost without her by my side. In the meantime, I content myself with my friends. Specifically, Alessia. She’s telling me all about what I missed last week, and her stories are pretty funny. I stop laughing, though, when we run into Lucy walking in the opposite direction just as we’re about to leave the building. I step aside to avoid getting in anyone’s way.

- "Hey," I say with a smile, happy to see her.

My smile fades when I realize she’s not looking at me. Her attention is focused on Alessia beside me, and she’s giving her a dirty look before finally turning to me.

- "Hi," she finally responds. "You know we already saw each other this morning, right?" she jokes.

- "Uh, yeah," I say awkwardly, making her smile.

- "I don’t have much time to chat, but we’ll meet after class. I’ll be done with what I have to do by then, so we can work on your assignments."

- "Really? I don’t want to waste your time. If you’re too busy, Alessia can help me."

- "No. I insisted on helping you with your studies, so I’m not going to abandon you," she replies.

I suppress my smile at the tone of her voice. Oh, so she has an issue with Alessia... I didn’t see that coming.

- "Alright. I’ll be there," I simply reply.

- "You better be. You can’t back out now."

- "I wasn’t planning to," I tease.

- "Good," she smiles. "See you later in the classroom."

- "Aren’t you going to eat?"

- "I just finished. I wanted to avoid the crowd and save time."

- "Oh," I say, struggling to hide my disappointment.

She smiles at me, as if she understands how I feel. I wish she could have been there with me. Just seeing her in front of me would have given me courage. She ruffles my hair affectionately before slowly walking away.

- "See you in a few hours," I whisper.

- "See you in a few hours," she repeats.

I sigh as I watch her walk away. I wish I could follow her. I turn back to Alessia, who raises an eyebrow with a small smile.

- "Study session, huh? I guess things are better between you two if you're willing to ditch me."

- "Oh... Uh, yeah. I should’ve told you," I grimace as we head outside to join the others.

They were waiting for us at the exit. We follow them to the cafeteria as they start walking when they see us.

- "I’m really sorry, but because of my terrible grades, Bronze wanted to take charge again."

- "So, things are better between you?"

- "I... Yeah, you could say that."

- "You could say that?" she giggles. "You seemed pretty happy to see her just now," she smiles.

- "You’re exaggerating... It’s just that I didn’t expect to see her. She told me she’d be very busy today."

- "Who, besides you, tries to run into their supervisor?" she teases.

- "Alright... You’re right. Probably no one," I giggle. "I can’t help it if I enjoy spending time with her. She... I don’t know. I need her, that’s all. With what happened last week, she once again proved that to me."

- "Uh-huh..." she smiles.

- "What?"

- "Nothing," she says with a smirk.

- "Oh, come on. I know you well enough by now to know you’re thinking something."

- "No, I’m not saying anything," she says, raising her hands. "You might take it the wrong way again, and I don’t want to risk it."

- "Of course not," I protest.

- "I’m sure you would," she laughs. "Please drop it. I really don’t want you to get upset again."

- "Fine," I sigh.

I don’t insist, knowing that if she doesn’t want to talk about it, she must have a good reason. I don’t want to create any tension between us when we’ve been getting along so well these past few days. I step into the cafeteria hall as she holds the door for me. I barely take a few steps before Alexia half-jumps on me, putting her arm around my shoulders. I wince, holding back a cry of pain to avoid worrying her. Though my injuries are healing, they are far from fully recovered.

- "Classes are so depressing," she groans. "I’m so glad we’re on break!"

- "I totally agree."

- "You guys can’t complain. We only have one week left," Alessia comments.

- "Yeah, Especially the first week. Oh my God, I can’t wait!"

- "I can’t agree more," I say with a knowing smile.

- "What do you mean...?" Ale asks, slowing down. "Wait, don’t tell me—"

She stops completely, making me chuckle. I hadn’t told her the good news yet. This vacation is going to be amazing. I’ll be surrounded by all the people I’m closest to: Lucy, Mapi, and Alexia. Gradually, a smile spreads across Alexia’s face as if she’s just figured it out.

- "No, but wait... Really?"

I shrug, smiling even more. I reply with a wink before continuing with Alessia toward the buffet, who no longer tries to understand our half-spoken conversation. Thankfully. She’s a good analyst, and I don’t want her starting to ask questions.

- "Ona Batlle! What don’t I know about!?"

- "Oh, a lot of things," I giggle. "Let’s talk about it tonight, okay?"

"You have no idea how much I hate you right now for leaving me in suspense!"

I laugh, not saying anything more. I get the feeling Alessia is already asking herself questions, so I don’t want to add fuel to the fire by feeding her curiosity. We finally change the subject as we return to our table.

Monday, February 8; 5:45 PM - Lucy and Ingrid’s Office.

For the fifth time, I try to slide my hand onto Lucy’s thigh, but she stops me again, this time with a grumble. I pout as she furrows her brows once more.

- "You need to stop that."

- "I need to touch you," I groan.

She smiles softly, tilting her head. Coming from me, that might be confusing. I’ve never felt such a primal need before. Lucy has always been the one to offer me affection, and it’s frustrating that she’s denying it now.

- "Since when, huh?"

I shrug, blushing slightly. I missed her today. It was the first day we’ve been apart in four days.

- "Just wait a few more minutes until the building empties. In the meantime, focus. You’re far from done with your exercise."

I slump, resting my head on my hand and letting out a long groan. I’m getting tired of these management exercises. It’s been nearly an hour, and I’m almost back to square one.

- "Um, hello."

I lift my head to see a new presence in the room. Ingrid isn’t here tonight, so I wanted to take the opportunity to get Lucy’s attention, but now I understand why she didn’t want that. We could still be caught at any moment, like now. I squint as I recognize my management teacher, Mr. Tompson.

- "Hello, Mr. Tompson. How can I help you?" Lucy takes the initiative to ask.

- "I didn’t expect you to have company, actually."

- "Oh, Ona isn’t a problem. I help her with her homework every evening, so I doubt there will be other times to discuss privately. I’ll make sure she stays quiet if it’s an important matter."

- "Actually, it concerns her class."

He glances at me with a gentle smile. I don’t return his smile at all. He caught my attention as soon as he arrived. Lucy sort of confirmed for me that he’s interested in her. That makes me even more eager to defend my territory, but of course, I can’t. As if Lucy sensed that I was seething beside her, she gently squeezes my knee.

- "Well?"

I loosen my grip on my pen and look back down at my paper. Maybe my inattention will encourage my teacher to talk, and that’s exactly what happens. He must have realized that I wasn’t going to leave. There’s no way I’m letting him be alone with Lucy.

- "I was thinking of organizing an outing for their class. It would involve seeing how a company operates. I’m just waiting for responses from the companies I’ve selected."

- "Okay…" Lucy responds uncertainly. "And how does that involve me?"

- "I’m looking for chaperones… Three, to be exact."

- "I see."

- "I was hoping you’d be willing to do it," he adds hesitantly after Lucy’s response.

- "Well, why not, but it’s not my decision to make. You’d better discuss this with the principal."

- "Oh yes, of course! That was my intention," he says quickly. "I just wanted to know if you were agreeable before approaching her."

- "Do you already have the other chaperones?"

- "Another teacher who helped organize the outing will be there. I’m still missing the third person."

- "I can ask Engen. I suppose she’d be interested in coming with us. Of course, it will need Wiegman’s approval first."

- "That’s a good idea. I’ll handle that. Anyway, it’s not happening for a few weeks."

- "Alright, then we’ll discuss it again when the time comes."

- "Bronze…?" I murmur. "I’m stuck here."

A smile spreads across her lips as she presses her hand on my knee a little more. She seems to understand my plea for attention.

- "Excuse me, did I interrupt you?" my teacher asks.

- "No problem," Lucy replies.

- "Well then… I’ll leave you to it. Have a good evening."

- "Thank you, you too."

I watch him leave the room with a nasty look. Fortunately for me, he didn’t notice as he had his back turned. He closes the door halfway at Lucy’s request. I sigh with relief at his departure. He was making the atmosphere heavy. Lucy smiles at me almost mockingly.

- "What?"

- "Oh, nothing."

- "Hmm…"

- "So, what’s your problem?"

- "Oh, I didn’t have one. I just wanted him to leave."

She smiles again and goes back to her work. I groan, resting my head on my palm again.

- "Still, I hadn’t realized how insufferable that guy is."

Lucy lets out a laugh she’s probably been holding in for a while, given its intensity.

- "Hey, don’t make fun of me! It’s the truth."

- "I thought you liked him?"

- "Yeah, well, I’ve changed my mind. I like him less now that I know he’s hovering around you."

- "He’s not hovering around me," she rolls her eyes.

- "He likes you and ogles you; it’s all the same to me. Plus, I would’ve preferred to avoid confronting him today, given how much I missed you," I tease her.

She smiles in amusement and surprises me by leaning in to kiss me. I close my eyes, fully enjoying this contact, which I realize has become a necessity for me right now. However, it doesn’t last. I open my eyes to beg for more, which prompts her to respond verbally.

- "I hope you fully enjoyed that little taste to satisfy your needs because that’s going to be my only affectionate gesture in this office tonight. Now get back to work. I want that exercise finished before dinner."

A plaintive whine escapes me. I should’ve expected it, but it’s so frustrating. Knowing that she really means it, I abandon the idea of getting more and change the subject.

- "I can’t do it," I replied.

I’m not sure if I’m talking about the exercise or the affection she’s withholding. She seems to assume it’s the former, judging by her response.

- "I’ve explained it to you three different ways. You can’t tell me you can’t do it. This is clearly a lack of effort on your part, and if you think I’m going to do the exercise for you, you’ve got another thing coming."

I sigh, knowing full well that she’s right about this. In truth, I already understood it the second time she explained it, but I just don’t have the motivation to do it. I still pout, not entirely happy with her attitude. However, I don’t complain to avoid getting scolded for real. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that Lucy won’t act any differently than a supervisor during work hours. With little enthusiasm, I finally dive into my exercise.

Monday, February 8; 8:15 PM - Ona and Alexia’s Room.

- "No way, this can’t be true…" says Alexia, completely shocked. "Why do you always hide so much from me! So, you and Bronze…"

She doesn’t finish her sentence, as if she still can’t believe it enough to say it out loud. I giggle and nod. I just told her we’re a couple. I thought she would’ve guessed when I said everything was settled, but it seems she hadn’t thought that far. She falls back onto the bed across from me. It looks like she’s going to need some time to process this.

- "But like, really?"

- "Yes, Ale," I laugh. "We’re together."

- "B-but, but… How?! We’re talking about Bronze here!"

- "Call her Lucy with me, please," I roll my eyes with a little amused smile.

- "Oh no, no, no. I definitely can’t do that. We’re talking about Bronze!"

I laugh heartily before we look each other in the eye. I wait for her to digest the news. She opens her mouth to speak but then closes it again. She seems to be thinking about what to say before finally speaking.

- "How? I mean, Bronze hates me because I broke the rules by dating Jenni, and she got fired because of me. So how did you get her to break the same rule herself? It’s so unexpected. I mean, of course, I encouraged you, and I hated her for hurting you so much, but… I don’t know. I just never expected her to offer you an intimate relationship, seriously!"

- "Stop it, Lucy doesn’t hate you."

- "Oh yes, yes, yes! She hates me! She made that clear from the start! She’s only become nicer to me since you two started hooking up! And that’s only because we’re friends! Did you say something to her? Oh my God, you must have said something! Otherwise, she wouldn’t be acting so nice to me!"

I chuckle in amusement. The way she’s getting worked up is hilarious. Now she’s standing up, panicking, saying things I can’t even understand anymore because I’m laughing so much.

- "Ale, calm down. I didn’t say anything to her. If she’s doing it for me, I don’t know about it. I can find out If you want.

- Definitely not! Besides… why are you here with me? Don’t you want to go find her?

- Well, you see, I have a friend who pressured me a little to stop by here before heading back to my room. I should hate you for delaying the moment I’ve been waiting for all day, but you’re lucky I like you, I teased.

- Aww, you’re too cute! But go on. I don’t want to keep you. I’ll just try to process this news now that I know.

- No, I think I’ll stay here for a bit. Actually, I need to make Lucy wait. She left me frustrated while I was doing my homework.

Alexia sits back down on her bed, nodding.

- It’s understandable that she’d want to keep things discreet. Her best friend lost her job because of me for the same reason. I doubt she wants to get fired for it too.

- I know… I sighed. I don’t blame her; I get it. Honestly, I just didn’t expect to want to be so touchy-feely with her. I mean, just last week, I could barely stand being touched. Now I’m practically begging her to touch me, even if it’s just once.

- I’ve been saying from the start that you were hooked on her, she teased. But still, I can’t get over it. You two, together? I mean, especially Bronze in a relationship—it’s unimaginable.

- Oh, stop. It’s just because she only shows you the mask she wants you to see. She’s really sweet deep down. I even think she’s hiding her true self, I said with a roll of my eyes.

- What do you mean by that?

- I’m not saying anything. You might never see her the same way again, and I doubt Lucy would appreciate it, I replied with a small, sly smile. I think she likes to keep you on your toes, I chuckled.

- Yeah, well, it’s really not funny, she pouted.

- You know, I can always talk to her if this bothers you that much.

- No, absolutely not! I want to prove to her that I’m a good match for Jenni. I feel like she still doesn’t think so.

- If she doesn’t yet, she will. And I promise I won’t do anything to make that happen.

We exchanged a knowing smile just as there was a knock on the door. A rather timid Lucy entered our room. I raised an eyebrow, not expecting her to show up. I’d seen her after dinner and told her I wouldn’t come by right away.

- Hey, I said. What brings you here?

- I was wondering what was taking you so long.

I raised an eyebrow, noticing it was only twenty past eight. I usually didn’t head back to my room until nine when I stopped by here first.

- Hmm… We were just talking, but I can come back with you if that’s what you want.

- Oh no, it’s just that… she started before cutting herself off. Never mind.

Lucy shifted her gaze from me to my roommate. She raised an eyebrow, making me look at Alexia in turn. Alexia’s cheeks were clearly flushed with embarrassment, probably from staring at her. Lucy sighed, running a hand through her hair.

- She knows, I guess?

- Of course. Don’t think I was going to keep it from her.

- I didn’t say anything, she smiled softly. Well… are you done, or should I leave without you?

- I think we’re done…

- Yeah, sure, Alexia confirmed.

- So, see you tomorrow morning? I asked.

- Yeah, she smiled, getting up to hug me. See you tomorrow morning.

- Good night, I said, before joining Lucy, who had been waiting by the door since the beginning.

Lucy wished her a good night as well before letting me go ahead to leave. We walked through the buildings, taking her shortcut to make the trip quicker.

- You thought I wasn’t coming back? I teased. I usually get back to your room later than this.

- No. Let’s just say I didn’t expect you to take so long. You told me you’d only be fifteen minutes.

- Hmm… And what would have happened if I’d stayed longer, huh?

- It would have meant that I couldn’t enjoy you the way I wanted, she murmured as she opened her bedroom door.

- Well, I started, immediately searching for my things in my suitcase. You didn’t want me to enjoy you in your office either, I replied in a slightly reproachful tone.

- You’re not really mad about that, are you? she teased.

- You don’t know me very well if you think otherwise, I replied with a wink.

She tried to steal a kiss as we moved, but I ignored her and slammed the bathroom door in her face. I heard her groan behind it, which made me stifle a laugh. I expected her to give up—at least, that’s what I would’ve done in her place—but instead, she came into the bathroom just as I was taking off my shirt.

- Luce, get out of here.

- No, she said, blocking me against the sink.

- What’s gotten into you? I sighed, slightly unsettled by her sudden change in behavior.

- You should know that I don't reject you in my office for fun, she replied. I told you that I'd remain your supervisor at school and your girlfriend in private. I thought you understood that. Let's not start taking jabs at each other over this.

Her response made me realize she took my words seriously. Sure, I was a little upset with her for making me wait with just one kiss, but I was mostly joking.

- Sorry, I... It’s just that... Today was hard. I really missed you. I didn’t expect it to be this much. Plus, it was tough dealing with all those rumors and students without you by my side.

Lucy sighed as she pulled me into her arms. I relaxed into her embrace, enjoying the long-awaited hug. She kissed my forehead.

- It was only the first day... You'll have to hold on for three more months because I’m not planning to change my stance on professionalism. Don’t forget that I’m working here.

- I know, I mumbled.

- We’ll have all the time in the world to be together in the evenings, OK?

- Yeah, and after the holidays, huh? I won’t be here in the evenings, remember?

- Well, we’ll have the weekends, she arched an eyebrow. You're not going to get all depressed on me, are you? I didn’t think you were this needy for affection, she teased.

- Well, you’re the one who made me like this.

She laughed and stole a quick kiss from me.

- Now, go take a quick shower and come join me. You’re not the only one who’s been waiting for this moment all day. I just hide it better than you.

I smiled as I watched her leave. She really does hide it better than I do because I hadn’t noticed. I hurried to wash up and get ready for bed before joining her. She was already waiting in bed with the next Harry Potter movie queued up on her laptop. I quickly joined her, snuggling into her arms. She held me tight and kissed me passionately, showing me just how much she had missed me too.

- So, how was your day otherwise? she asked as she started the movie.

- Long and boring, I sighed. It’s really unbearable. I’m just glad Alessia and the others were there to distract me.

- Alessia, huh?

- What? I asked, smiling slightly, already knowing where this conversation was going.

- You two have gotten close pretty quickly. Is she still into you?

I smiled mischievously. I vaguely mentioned this to her because of what happened on New Year’s Eve. I seriously need to stop talking to her about these things.

- I don’t think so. At least, she knows I’m interested in someone else.

- Really?

- Yeah… But she’s starting to have questions about us, so if you ask me, you might want to save those looks for someone else next time.

I bit my lip and looked up. The scene from this morning was unforgettable. I saw her give Alessia a disapproving look, and I doubt it was accidental. I caught her rolling her eyes before she turned them back to me.

- Why? She’s asking questions?

- I think she suspects that you’re the one I’m interested in. So yeah, I guess she’s asking questions. This morning, she didn’t want to continue a conversation about it, fearing I’d get upset…

- I see, she murmured. I’ll try to control myself. You try to do the same with your management professor, she teased.

- At least I didn’t stare him down!

- Maybe not, but you weren’t exactly pleasant either, she giggled.

- That’s not true.

- Yes, it is, she laughed. It was cute.

I blushed, sinking deeper into her. I turned my attention to the movie that had been playing. Lucy kissed my head, making me smile. It’s funny how easily we express our feelings now when we hid them for weeks before.

- So… I can’t talk to Alessia about us, right? I broke the silence, making Lucy sigh.

- Why do you ask? Do you want to tell her?

- No, but I’m afraid she’ll find out…

- If you ask me, from what you’ve told me, she already suspects. It’s up to us to prove her wrong, which is why we need to stay professional here, especially during work hours.

- You’re right, I murmured.

- I’d love for you to be able to talk to her, but the fewer people who know, the less chance we have of compromising my end of the year. I’d rather we don’t talk about it, no matter how much you trust Alessia or anyone else.

I nodded. It’s definitely too risky. It might be our last year, but I’m not going to risk anything happening in the short time we have left here.

- I won’t say anything.

- So… Do you really like her since you’ve gotten close to her?

I swallowed a smile. She’s really cute when she’s playing jealous.

- She was a good support while you were away… I misjudged her, to be honest.

- You know, if you asked me a question like that, I would have reassured you…

I frowned, worried that I might be misunderstanding the tone of her voice. I looked up to see her smiling softly at me.

- Yes, I’m jealous of her, baby. Unlike me, you could have been open with her in front of your friends.

- I was open with you in Barcelona and even in front of my mom. That was the first time that ever happened. Well, I did it with Mapi in front of our friends, but definitely not as quickly.

- Really…? she murmured.

- Yes.

I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look at her. She suddenly seemed deep in thought. Her hand gently caressed my back.

- What’s on your mind? I whispered.

- I don’t want to rush you into things too quickly. You know that, right?

- Of course. I wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. Honestly… I expected this weekend to be a disaster because of my fears, but I ended up loving it… You made me feel comfortable, as you always do. Everything feels so natural between us, and that’s exactly what I need.

She smiled softly before kissing me.

- I’m glad to hear you say that. Don’t hesitate to tell me if anything bothers you, okay?

- Nothing bothers me… But I’ll tell you if something does, I promise. Can we finally watch the movie now?

- Of course, she giggled. Sorry. Come here.

She lifted her arm, and I didn’t hesitate to snuggle as close to her as possible. I love when she holds me in her arms. I used to be afraid of starting a new relationship because I didn’t like physical contact anymore, but now I crave the opposite with Lucy. I buried my head in her neck, thinking about this. I can’t imagine being without her anymore. We’ll need to balance our time during the day and our private moments. I have no doubt she’ll help me with that, even though it will be challenging for both of us, from what I can tell. Lucy is clearly better at hiding it than I am. I hope I can do the same in the coming days, and then the holidays will finally be ours.

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i love you (i'm sorry)

astarion x half-drow!male!bard! tav

sum. altair has a panic attack in the underdark (being an ex-slave does that to you) and astarion is the one who keeps him together. he also has some conflicting feelings on his relationship with altair.

an. first altair piece i ever wrote, all of it will be posted here but if you want to find the rest of it its posted on ao3 under the user grapesplease. i love writing for my tav and will be writing much more :)

wc. 2.1k

The silence was deafening.

Astarion knew that something was wrong with Altair, he’d be a horrible partner(?) otherwise. Gods, he’d be an idiot to not notice, whatever was going on with him was obvious to the whole party.

Shadowheart sends him a glare, “Say something to him!” She mouths.

He glares back, mouthing, “What?”

She groans, and Astarion huffs out an exasperated sigh. What would he even say to him? There wasn’t any doubt that he was close to Altair, that was made clear after their first rendezvous at the tiefling’s party, and with how the party expressed their annoyance at them, he knew that they knew too. He still wasn’t even sure that their relationship was anything more than the flirty banter and the occasional late-night tryst.

“I think we should set up camp.” Lae’zel, surprisingly, was the first to speak, breaking what felt like hours-long silence, “I think everyone can agree that a night’s rest is needed.”

Altair’s eyes scanned the area, and he acquiesced, only giving a nod and a quiet, “Alright then..” to the rest of the group.

The elf can’t help but worry, as much as he hates to admit it. Everyone is, as he’d wormed (no pun intended) his way into everyone’s hearts. Astarion doesn’t know if he should go and talk to him, and he doesn’t have the opportunity to. As Lae’zel is, again, the first to speak up.

“Altair.” She stands in front of his tent, Altair flinching as he turns to face her, “What is wrong with you? You’ve been awfully alert, is there something wrong with this place? Or is there something wrong with you?”

Astarion cringes at the face Altair makes when Lae’zel asks if there’s something wrong with him.

“It’s nothing. Lae’zel, I’m just feeling a little off being here."

Astarion scoffs, a little off? As if he wasn’t making the “I’m going to murder someone” face for like three hours straight.

“Underdark doesn’t exactly bring back fond memories, you know, with the whole forced servitude thing..”

She only sighs, grumbling but taking that as a satisfactory answer. “Just don’t let it endanger us, istik.”

Altair lets out a sigh of relief as she walks off, and his gaze flits over to Astarion, realizing he was watching the whole thing. He lets out an exasperated groan, and motions for Astarion to come over. He shuts his book, plastering a flirty smirk on his face and sauntering over.

“So, is there ‘something wrong with you’, dear?” He jokes, mimicking the cadence of Lae’zel’s voice, “You have been awfully on edge, darling.”

“That obvious?”

“Very.”

He groans, sinking down to the ground, his face buried in his hands. “Fuuuck. Gods, I’m stressed.”

“That much is clear.” Astarion retorts, moving to sit down next to him. “Good to know that it’s stress, I couldn't tell if you were wanting to kill me or needed a drink.”

“I go for either right now, to be honest.” He jokes, looking up at Astarion, “I found something here, Astarion.”

He doesn't like the tone that Altair takes, it sends an uncomfortable jolt up his spine. He follows him into his tent, spotting an journal atop Altair’s makeshift desk. The journal's a pretty little thing, its gold embroidery shimmering against the light of Altair's lamp.

“Oh, is it cursed? Is this one for Gale or for me?” He asks, running his fingers over the embroidery. He would've appreciated the work more, if not for how grave Altair sounded.

“It might as well be.” He grabs the journal, flipping through its pages. “I haven't been all too honest with my background, Astarion. I don't think I can hide it anymore, either.”

The vampire raises an eyebrow, “So you're telling me that you aren't just a bard from Baldur’s Gate? What a surprise!”

“I’m being serious, Astarion!” He snaps, flipping to the most recent page of the journal. Astarion tenses up, frowning at him.

“The writer of this journal, she's out to fucking kill me! She found me back then, when I was in Baldur’s Gate, she- she found where I lived, and she's found me here too! Gods-”

His hands grip tightly at the edges of the journal, his breathing getting ragged and uneven. Astarion softly places his hands on his shoulders, trying to ground him.

“Breathe, darling.” He hasn't had much experience calming people, but he hopes that this is working. This is a new side to Altair, one that he’d hid well up until this point. “She's not here, we're safe, and even if she finds us, we can take her, I’m sure of it.”

“No! No, that's how she gets you!” Altair chokes out, looking up at him with fearful eyes. “She pretends, she acts all nice, getting you to trust her- then she tears it all away! Everything! She's already done it once to me, and now she's going to do it again! She’s going to torture you- and everyone here, and she's going to make me watch.”

A sob falls from his throat, his tears leave dark splotches on his pants, “And she's going to do it because she owns me- and- fuck, she’s going to find out I care about you! She’s going to make me fucking miserable, going to make me beg and grovel under the heel of her boot for forgiveness, and then she’s going to kill me.”

What?

..He cares for him?

What a mistake, he thinks, a stupid mistake, putting faith into someone like him.

But this is exactly what he wanted, right? To have Altair, the poor sod, the easiest target, his victim, care for him enough to protect him. To be willing to fight and inevitably die to Cazador or the Absolute for him.

It was the same stupid charade, one he’d done for 200 hundred years.

He forces those thoughts back down, looking Altair in the eye. This- This he could deal with later, his newfound guilt wasn't what was important here. The sobbing mess in front of him was, the sobbing mess that foolishly cares about him was what was important right now.

“Listen, she isn't here. I’m not going to die, I promise. She would've been here ages ago if she wanted to kill me.” He forces back the bile that threatens to rise up his throat as he comforts him, feeling like the biggest hypocrite in the world, “We’re safe, dear.”

Altair only sharply inhales, shaking his head, his long hair falling over his face.

“No- no, she's here, I can feel it, I know. She's fucking hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike!”

“Look at me.” Astarion brushes away the hair from his face, his voice lowering to a whisper. “We're okay, I’m safe, everyone’s safe, I’m not dying today. No one is going to die. I’m still here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I- I..” Altair tries to steady his breathing, despite how his heart thumps wildly in his chest. “You promise?”

Astarion tries to hide his guilt.

“Yes love, I’m not going anywhere.”

Altair heaves out a heavy sigh, wiping his tears. Gods above, this was all too much for him, too many of his feelings laid bare for a man who he wasn't even sure really loved him. His true feelings had been unceremoniously spilled, his heart exposed for Astarion to see.

He wasn't a bard who told beautiful tales of romance or adventure, nor a gladiator who fought valiantly for his own freedom. He wasn't any of those fucking things. But gods! He wishes he was! He wishes he had the strength he pretends to have in front of everyone, but now Astarion knows.

He knows that he’s just a scared man, constantly running and hiding from everything that scared him. He knows that he cries like a child, forever terrified of his past.

Altair isn’t someone who confronts his past, he hides like a coward, running away to the far corners of the world thinking that he can hide. He wants to love Astarion, wants to care, he wants to do all of that without the looming fear that it’d be taken from him.

That his past would eventually catch up to him and it’d all disappear.

“Astarion, I..” His face is flush with embarrassment, head hanging in shame, he feels like he could die on the spot, “I’m sorry, for all of this.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” He calmly replies, “I think we’ve all been stressed, and it's not like you haven't seen me panic every once and a while.”

Altair snorts, letting out a dry chuckle, “Yeah, last time you did, you ended up killing a man.”

“He deserved it!” Astarion retorts, gasping dramatically.

“Sure, sure..” He wipes at his eyes, but realizes that Astarion is already moving to exit his tent. Was he just going to leave, now that Altair had calmed down? No, he couldn't be alone yet.

He tugs at Astarion’s sleeve, stopping him in his tracks.

The man turns and tilts his head, giving Altair a sultry smirk, “What? You just got your breath back, and now you want me to take it away again? Darling, if you wanted to sleep with me, this is a cute way to ask~”

“No! No, I just want-” He groans, refusing to meet Astarion’s amused gaze, “I wanted you to stay.”

“That’s what I’m offering?”

“Not like that!” His head snaps up to look at him, seeing a brief flash of surprise from the elf, “I don't want to be alone, not yet.”

“Not yet” Astarion feels a pang of familiarity, Altair sounded like he was resigned to being lonely forever, like Astarion himself would be temporary and he’d never talk to him again after this night.

He hates how he can relate so much to that feeling. It only worsens the pit of guilt in his stomach. He wishes he could just leave, but he knows he can’t.

He can scarcely believe that Altair just wanted him to just- be there? To what, cuddle in his bedroll and fall asleep together? He hasn’t done that in centuries, nevertheless with someone else.

“So you just want me to…” he makes a vague hand motion, “to just be here?”

“If you want.” Altair sputters out, a nervous panic seeping into his voice, “I just- I don't want to be alone, I still feel like she's there, and I'm- I’m scared, Astarion.”

It takes a great deal of effort to admit this to him, and Altair feels so vulnerable. Fuck, he's so, so scared, scared of Astarion saying no, scared that the moment he takes his eyes off of him that he's going to disappear, and that the next time he sees him, all that's left is a mangled corpse.

He’s scared that the man he’s starting to love is going to disappear, and leave him all alone with his feelings for him.

“I’ll.. of course I’ll stay, if you're scared. I did promise, after all.”

Altair shakily laughs, glad that Astarion didn't reject him. Moving to his bedroll, he motions for Astarion to join him, and he obliges, laying down beside him.

“Can we cuddle?”

“You don't have to ask, darling.”

“I know.” The drow turns on his side, burying his face in Astarion’s neck.

“Sappy.”

Astarion’s fingers thread through his white locks, messing with the long strands. It really was sweet of him, and he comes to the dreadful realization that Altair is slowly becoming more to him than just protection.

He wants to ask more about Altair’s past, who was this woman he was so afraid of? Was she really so strong that she’d kill the whole party in one fell swoop? Is she someone who’d torture him, for the sole fact that Altair cares about him?

Shit, he’d almost forgotten about that.

He's still a bit in denial about it, the fact that Altair cares for him, and that he might also care for him back. But he knows that he would never do this much for anyone else, gods, cuddling in the night? Sharing gentle touches while patching each other up and longing glances between battles? He knows that Altair is so much more than just protection.

He knows that he has to reveal his true intentions to him, but whatever confession he has dies on his tongue. The half-drow is sound asleep in his arms, softly snoring into his chest. His heartbeat calm as he buries himself further into the fabric of his shirt.

Astarion knows that he has to confess his real intentions to Altair eventually, but it could wait a little longer. He could wait a little longer to reveal how horrible of a person he was, how he was no different from Altair’s tormentor.

“Good night, love.”

It could wait.

[soothinglee]

even if my heart stops beating⏤✰

seungmin x reader | 1.6k✔︎

my notes⎯ hello everyone ! I know it's been a while since I've actually wrote something ! I actually got hit by a bus! yeah I had to sue this company called "writers block" and I finally got a settlement! (also happy new year!) I recently (like a week ago) got into Kpop, specifically Stray Kids ! I've read some fan fictions (shameless) about some of my favorites and got inspo to write one! thank you @soobnny . also I haven't wrote anything in a while so i'm a little rusty, i'll be as good as new soon!

warning⎯ mentions of vomit (used as word vomit) and crying.

genre⎯ angst to comfort.✔︎

songs⎯ six feet under; billie eilish | pretty boy; the neighborhood

the old rusted clock that came with the condo you and seungmin bought sits perched on the top of the fridge. Its old, wooden frame slowly caves in on itself as time goes on.

not even an hour or two ago you had happily entered your home to start cooking dinner, not even worrying about showering first because you were so excited to have dinner with your boyfriend.

even going out of your way to spend a hundred dollars over the amount you usually spend to give seungmin the greatest 'welcome home' feast. he and the rest of stray kids had been on tour for the last couple months, traveling all over the world to perform at concerts and do collaborations with other idols to promote their new albums.

sure, it had been lonely, being by yourself all of the time, the only glimpse of your boyfriend you could get is when he could facetime you for 2 minutes or when he responded back to a text 4 hours later. but you understood, you knew what you were getting yourself into even when you started becoming friends with him.

if anything, you were strong, understanding, and flexible to when he couldn't make it to something like a movie night or date when his plane arrives later or practice runs over.

the only thing now, is that he had promised you that he could make it on time to dinner. sending countless 'I swear ill be there' texts and swift calls ensuring his presences at the dinner table during his dance rehearsals.

but now you were sitting at the table alone. a cold jajangmyeon sits in the platter in front of you, a similar on across the table from you. looking up at that old clock the hour turns to 10 and he's officially 2 hours late. it wasn't unknown for him to run a little over his time but this was unbelievable. you curse yourself for being naive and truly thinking he would keep to his word.

as you get up and clean the meal that you created you feel a little piece inside of you break, watching your hard work spill into the leftover containers like your tears. this was embarrassing, waiting around like a puppy in hopes your owner comes home. you were loyal and hopeful to a fault but wasting time and money like this was just unacceptable.

by the time seungmin walked through the front door it was half pass midnight and you had situated yourself infront of the t.v watching a new drama a colleague from work recommended.

"(name)." he calls out, you hear his shoes hit the wall as he takes them off, and then theres a shuffle as he organizes them on the shoe rack. you hear him leave his keys in the bowl on the desk that was by the front door, his footsteps growing louder as he nears the living room.

"(name)." he calls out again, seeing you lay in a cocoon of blankets in the dark, he think maybe you're sleeping so he quietly discards his winter coat on the back of the couch. he flicks on the lamp on the other side of the couch to bring in some light. though when he comes around to sit down he finds your eyes wide open, "why didn't you answer me when I called?"

"why didn't you come on time like you promised?" you quipped back quietly, suddenly too exhausted to have any conversation with him. you try and sink further into the thick blanket as you watch the Netflix symbol load and the next episodes intro plays.

you can't see his face but when he sighs and shifts in his spot you can hear the hesitance, "you already know why, practice ran late, like always."

"whatever."

"'whatever?' what's going on with you?"

"nothing." your tone is snipped but honestly you couldn't care less. somewhere in your soul you feel as though this might be a little extreme of an reaction but there is only so much patience you can give one person. you constantly make time for him and this relationship, so why couldn't he move things around and do the same for you? your eyes remain on the television.

seungmins eyes dart quickly to the t.v and then back to you, noticing that your full attention isn't on him, so he leans over you and goes to grab the remote from your hands. at the sudden loss of contact you make a move to try and get the remote back from him but he effectively powers down the t.v and discards in on the coffee table.

"I'll only repeat myself so many times, what's going on?"

it was like a newfound energy fizzled at your toes and pushed itself up and towards your head, your body springs up from its sideways position and you angle yourself to face seungmin.

though the light was somewhat dim due to only the lamp being on, he could see the red-rim of your eyes and the dried streaks of tears sticking to your cheeks. obviously, it had been evident that you had been crying.

seungmins eyes soften for a moment, he reaches out to try and smooth out the puffiness of your cheeks but as soon as you see his hand coming you push it away, "you were crying?" it comes out more of a statement than a concerned question, but the worry was still evident in his tone.

"duh," you start, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in the tense space, you find comfort in the carpet on the ground. you were feeling...nervous. you didn't want to cause anymore problems but things won't get solved unless they are discussed, which in all honesty, the thought of confrontation in the first place is feared.

you need to get it out, you can't stop living like this. deep down you know he cares but you have to stop going off of assumptions. either he's going to show up or not, it was clear already that you showed up no matter how busy you were.

"do you even still love me?"

the question tumbles from your lips before you could even process what you were saying. maybe it wasn't what you wanted to convey exactly but it was definitely a start.

"what?" his airy voice sounds dumbfounded which makes sense. the intense look you're giving him plus the profound, out-of-the-blue question throws him off guard.

of course he loves you, why would you ever think anything different? "where is this coming from?"

"well it's just that every time we have something planned your work gets in the way. I spend hours and hours getting ready, trying to look my best, just to waste the day sitting on the couch waiting for you to come home. sometimes I'm waiting so long I fall asleep! I put so much effort into being a good girlfriend! hell, I even spent over 100 dollars on dinner tonight because I knew you had a hectic day, it took me two hours to make it just for it to go cold and put into a container,"

your voice chokes up, full of exhaustion and disappointment. you feel the tears pooling in your eyes but have no energy to stop them. you really want to quit the word vomit but there's no point, theres more to be said.

"I try so hard to not get disheartened but it gets so hard when you don't even try. sometimes I feel like you don't even care about this relationship anymore, like you don't care about m-"

just as you were about to finish your words were muffled by hands on your face, and lips on yours. seungmin had kissed you to stop your rambling. you couldn't help but to feel relieved and somewhat offended.

"stop." he whispers as he takes a breath, his hands still on your face, foreheads connecting, "please stop." his voice crack under pressure, its subtle but at the lack of distance between you two you can hear it so well. your eyes are closed, trying to get your own tears at bay but hearing how emotional he's becoming breaks you. a sob teeters at your bottom lip but you force it still.

"don't you ever think that I don't care. I always have." he pauses and wipes the stray tears on your face with his thumbs, "I'm so sorry I've made you feel like this. god I'm such a bad boyfriend, this is my fault."

you try to move away to comfort him but he holds you in place gently, you sniffle and reach up to brush the bangs from his face.

"I promise you I'll be more attentive, ill take you out everyday, spend as much time with you, cook for you, miss practices all the time just to make sure you know I care about you."

"you promised earlier but you didn't come!" you cry, recounting how long you waited.

"I know!" his voice quivers as his hands tremble, lightly shaking your head, "I know...and i'll never forgive myself. you don't know how much you've shaped me into the person I am now and I- I have no clue what I would do without you. I just have a poor way of showing it."

you grip on his wrists, mimicking him with your eyes squeezed shut, you stopped trying to keep the tears in awhile ago, letting them fall freely into your covered lap. "how do I know I can trust you? I'm so sick of feeling like this."

"I promise you I will prioritize you more than anything, Idol life, dancing, singing- whatever, does not come before you. I won't leave you hanging like this anymore, i'm sorry I didn't pay more close attention to your feelings," his bottom lips shakes as he takes another deep breath, he opens his eyes and you can see pass the tears and sorrow a new found determination.

"even if my heart stops beating, you're the only one I need."

past your wary judgement...you believe him...

[owlight]

My silly little Request: headcannons of Smoker, Law, Crocodile, and Doflamingo (separate) reactions to finding out that their artist S/O had been secretly drawing each other having... intercourse together.

P.S. hope you’re having a good day/ night. I’m sorry if I worded that weirdly 🥲.

Thank u ! I think u worded it pretty nicely! Thank you for requesting,I hope you are having a good day/night yourself cuz m sure not ❤️‍🔥💀, I added kid hope u don't mind 🫶🥺 Doflamingo is my enemy but it doesn't mean I wouldn't hold his hand 🫶🙏🧎I love to hate him

Warnings: suggestive themes

Smoker,law,Corcodile, Doflamingo,Law,Eustass Kid reactions to finding erotic drawings of them drawn by Thier Artist s/o

Smoker

He Was always respecting of your sketchbooks , always ,you will never catch him snooping around your side of the room

But there's this time you made the mistake of Leaving your sketchbook in his office on his desk , leaving to bring him some coffee like the good partner you're

And he was giving his eyes a break from all the paperwork,he looked around the room finding himself alone and remembering you will be back soon,maybe he will take his lunch break and you could both eat lunch together- oh you left your sketchbook?

Sure you wouldn't mind if your lover looked at it right? You always share your art with him anyway and he Adore your art! He even have one of your painting hanged in his office and he can't help but be curious about what you're sketching,it might be your next painting for all what he know

Smoker open the sketchbook with a smile on his face that's quickly washed off the moment his eyes are met with a whole drawing of him and you in a rather.... something He is sure you both haven't done yet,he know he should stop looking but he is weak and he keep flipping through the pages with a hand covering his mouth "how many more pages there's of us fucking??" He asks himself as he flip through more,Smoke come out from his head as he flip to a rather deatiled page "god." He groan as he keep the sketchbook close to his face to pay attention to the fine deatils ,you drew his dick so well-

" I got you your coffee darlin-oh no" you enter with a smile that washes off quickly as you look at smoker looking at the sketchbook with a red face,that red face is now looking at you" I can explain" you tell him ,he put the sketchbook on the desk" go ahead "he tell you with a rather red face" I was horny and I like drawing us " you tell him with little no shame ,smoker facepalm his face "You're going to drive me crazy (y/n),You can't just draw these Things!" You put the coffee on his desk as you sit on the edge of his desk ,you point a finger at him

"If you want me to stop you will have to fuck me"

" (y/n)!"

Will scold you for drawing such a thing in a sketchbook where anyone can see it ,Yet you remind him ,no one really dares to, expect him

Will Be flustered about it and won't mention it again ever ever

Did take his favorite one and he keep it safe with him to look at when he have to be away from you

Will not admit that he find them very..neat ,Might even go so far to say He likes them alot

But you will not catch him saying that outloud , would rather be water borded over admitting that outloud because he feel like a pervert for liking these drawings that much

Secretly a pervert ngl

Crocodile

Secretly? Keeping A secret from this man? You know the moment you start acting suspicious with Keeping your sketchbooks off his sight, his ass is not vibing

It's always that one Green sketchbook, always with you,yet he never seen you showing him any drawing,you always hide it when he even glance it's way

His brain goes to the worst possiblity,you must be planning on betraying him,are you writing his vulnerable moments ?his secrets?

He goes to the room that he gifted you to be your Art room and he is so bitter,he did all this, worshipped you,gifted you stuff,he loved you god damn it! How dare you..!

You are not in the room, you're somewhere out ,he sent you shopping so he can search the room,he want to storm the room,yet he find the painting you're working on ,a painting of both of you together and he grit his teeth

He looks at the desk ,And behold it's that damn sketchbook!,he walk to it with furry , opening it with even more furry,he expect to see his routine written out,his secrets ,but anger goes down the drain the moment his eyes register what he is looking at

" what the hell? " he mumble as his cigar fall off his mouth from the shock,He is met with a rather very detailed HD 4K drawing of him and you going cowgirl reverse,His cheeks only slightly darken as he flip through the pages and see that There's nothing but straight up erotica art of both of you,some even look familiar to him ,other look so much different than what you both do "since when they are into begin tied down like this..." He mumble to himself as by now he is sitting by the desk flipping through the sketchbook like it's some casual Reading session for him

he seem to be more shameful of the fact he thought you were going to betray him than anything tbh

Will not let you know that he found out what you're drawing in that sketchbook,he is not going to mention it ,nope

He will keep it a secret that he knew , only because he doesn't want to explain how he found it ,he have too much pride to admit he was wrong

Will Fuck you against his desk cuz he never done that but your drawing really inspired him <3

Exactly 6 months and 12 days later ,he will tell you that he want to look at your sketchbook for new ideas for the bedroom without telling you how he figured it out ,you were horrified for sure ,top 5 jumpscare of your life

He Secretly want to have an erotic painting of both of you in his bedroom,will not admit it or tell you about that ,but he think about that often whenever he look at your other family friendly paintings

Doflamingo

He knew something fishy was going with you and that Pink sketchbook that you keep at arm length from him at all time but never pressed the matter since he is pretty sure it's nothing important to him or anything because you draw some weird shit sometimes and he expected it's that tbh

That's till one time he was going to grab it and you Deadass Grabbed it from HIS hand and told him he can't look at it ,HIM you told HIM he can't do something? Like that made him Petty af ,who tf you think you're to tell him not to do something?

You're his beloved partner,love of his life that's who

He won't press it any further in that moment,will act all understanding and sweet and he is such a perfect man fr kind of attitude<3

Then at 3 am as you're fast asleep ,he moves off the bed in silent,walking to the desk where you keep your sketchbooks hidden,he isn't so quite as he grab the forbidden sketchbook and open it ,he is smug at how easy it was to find it really!

But that smug face is slowly replaced by a rather slightly frustrated face as he see what's inside the sketchbook

He take his glasses off as to make sure what he is seeing is actually what he is seeing " .....huh" he mumble out as he stare at the very naked drawing of himself and you ,it look lewd ,it look so... interesting? "Eh who knew you were into drawing these things ?" He ask lowly as he looks back at your sleeping form" I knew you were a Prevert but this a whole new level " he mumble to himself as he talks about you,he flip through the pages and admire the very neat drawings of him fucking you,he isn't sure if it's quite accurate,he think he is bigger than that for sure

" hey (y/n) " Doflamingo poke your cheek as you sleep,you slowly open your eyes to look at him "what's it love?" You ask as you look at him holding your sketchbook ,oh no, Doflamingo point at the lewd drawing of you sitting on his lap with his dixk out full view "it doesn't look as accurate here,I think you should fix it" he tells you, oh no you think as you hear him criticize your art this early in the morning

Yes this mf will criticize you for drawing his dick wrong ,no cap , He is very picky and prideful and he will not stand at this slander

Tbh knowing this had inflated his ego 100% ,he will not stop teasing you about it till the end of time

Will 100% ask if you want to get a painting of both of you nude together, to hang it in your bedroom

Will keep that sketchbook for himself,You will have to start a new one and keep it a secret cuz he want to start a collection of your art of both of you

Will request you to draw a story of both of you with his kinks involved ,Please he will let you wear his feathers coat 🥺

As a whole he is a menace to society and dating him taught you to never be caught slacking fr

Law

He didn't mean to find it ,He really didn't mean to ,you just have similar notebooks and sketchbooks and this mixed up was meant to happen someday

It was just very unfortunate it happened after you both were separated as law went to join the strawhats and you stayed behind with the crew

Law of course took his important notebooks and without realizing took your small sketchbook that you usually keep away from everyone

Law never questioned it , you're a Artist and you have the freedom to draw whatever you want Truly

But he probably didn't think it was This kind of things

Law was sitting in the room that the strawhats gave him,he was writing down in his journal without much mind till he wanted to use a reference out of his medical sketchbook,he grab a sketchbook that look way too familiar,he realize he mixed up his sketchbook with yours and sighs "I should have checked before taking them... hopefully (y/n) doesn't need to use this for now" He mumble to himself ,for a moment he was going to put it back before he tell himself,hey why not look at the drawings! He misses you after all and your art always cheered him up ,and begin with the strawhats really making him more grumpy by the second

" oh-yeah that's-is that me? " He blur out as he stares at the drawing of law and you kissing with what seem a collar around your neck and you're riding him-"yeah no" his face darken as he close the sketchbook ,he look around as there could be someone watching him look at this " (y/n)... you're....god I don't even know what I will do to you when I get my hands on you" he mumble to himself as he reopen the sketchbook with little shame "I do miss you..." He mumble to himself,you sure won't mind..if he used this for personal reasons..."YO LAW WANT TO JOIN US IN DINNER?" Luffy voice break into the room causing law to close the sketchbook fast " Learn to knock damn it!" He yells at Luffy who is 100% unbothered ,sighs he ain't gonna ever be able to look at it throughly here

He is secretly a Prevert in my humble opinion so he did find this very informative and enjoyable to look through in his lonely nights till you guys could meet again

He Did hand it to you when you both met again with a little grin ,you understood before he said anything, Goodbye your dignity-" let's get to my room,I want to give you more inspiration beloved" he whispers to your ear ,you nod at him with a red face , You are winning fr

He do come around to ask you to draw something specific actually,he will commission you if he have to ,he just think your art style is very neat and he like an ego boost cuz you draw him so well

Do not show him your newer work ,he will get all horny about it as he criticize you,will make you sit in his lap and go through the new sketchbook together while his hand run up and down your thigh

He a lil Prevert but you love him so it's okay

Kid

He did mean to find it ,He was trying to find it , Because he was 100% sure you are drawing something that you didn't want him to see

since he know Killer found your sketchbook that you Lost and He haven't been the same ever since ,he won't tell him what did he see in that sketchbook and killer been very frustrated whenever kid ask him about it

And he personally took this as a challenge to find what it is ,since you won't tell him,You won't show him and He is so pissed off ,like he is your captain! Just show him god damn it! He want to see what's the big deal behind that sketchbook

It was an eventful night ,he was awake past midnight working in his workshop when he decided it's time to go to sleep ,he get the bedroom he share with you with a tired look,he looks around the room out the habit and BOOM ,his eyes are locked with a Black sketchbook that HE is sure it's the one you're hiding from him,it's on the desk ,you must have forgotten about it

He walks to it with a a wide grin like he won the lottery,he open it prepared to the worst hideous sketches of himself perhaps but he is slightly caught off guard of a drawing of him between your legs looking WAY too realistic

" .........Eeh y-yeah" he let a rather frustrated small noise as he flip through the sketchbook and he is met with some of the most graphic HD 4K art of himself and you doing everything possible, There's things you've never actually done together (yet) and he doesn't even notice the growing heat on his face as he sit on the desk and look through the pages,he can't believe you would do something-actually he can believe it

you were always a bit too creative in your art,it sure won't stop to this,he can't believe that he didn't figured out it was just sex drawings! Heh killer must been frustrated from seeing them since they look so realistic,he think that's the reason as he flip the last few pages and his jaw at the floor as he see something that definitely didn't happen (yet) a few pages of killer and Kid going absolutely ham on you ,Kid closes the sketchbook with a groan,now he is confused,proud, turned on ,Have few new point of view of killer,and it's all your fault "Hey pipesqueak! Wake up,I need you to ride me-"

He didn't actually bring up the fact that he saw what's in the sketchbook to you ,but He did keep it in his mind like good soup

He will now preform even more seductively in bed in hope you draw him looking badass and all that ngl ,he will start snooping around your sketchbooks after every wild sexual interaction with you to see if you were inspired by it or not

Will hint that he know about it but won't outright tell you,it give you anxiety everytime he hint at it ,till you end up confessing about it ,He pretend like he don't care ,It's only because he already seen them all secretly

One night on your birthday you walk into your bedroom with killer and Kid sitting on the bed and kid holding the sketchbook with that one page open

" I was hoping we make this drawing a reality" kid tell you with a smirk "how about you show killer how good you're babe?" Killer is wearing a mask but he is clearly into this as he pat his lap for you to come and sit on it

Let's say the reality was better than the drawing for this one for sure

And this how you three all started dating after years of sexual tension between the two of you and killer

[dinas-a-bird]

A Rocky Start - 2

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Warnings: jealous!Ellie, nice!Ellie, drinking, frat party, reader being attracted to and flirting with a man (briefly), modern college AU, Ellie is handsome because I say so

Summary: You start college and meet your roommate, Ellie Williams.

Word Count: 1,525

one three four

A/N: Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, there will probably be two more shortish chapters unless I decide to combine them.

Over the next few weeks, you slowly settle into college life. Classes become more routine, and you start to make friends with some of the people in your dorm. Ellie is still distant at times, but you notice that she's become more talkative and less hostile.

One night, as you're studying at your desk, Ellie comes in and flops down on her bed with a sigh. "What's up?" you ask.

She groans. "I have a huge paper due next week, and I haven't even started on it yet. I'm so fucking screwed."

You look up from your notes. "What's the paper over?"

"Philosophy of Science," she says, rolling her eyes. "It's so boring. I don't know how I'm going to get through it."

You nod stifling a laugh, "Yeah, I hate those kinds of papers. Have you tried to see a tutor?"

Ellie shakes her head. "I don't want to seem like an idiot. Besides, it's my fault for waiting so long to start on it."

You pause for a moment before speaking. "Well, if you want, I could take a look at it and help you out. I'm not an expert, but I'm pretty good at writing papers."

Ellie looks surprised but then nods. "Really? That would be fuckin awsome. Thank you."

You smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Maybe you could help Ellie out and show her that you're not just some random roommate. You spend the next few hours going over her paper, making suggestions and edits, and helping her refine her arguments.

As you work, Ellie starts to open up about herself. You learn that she's from a small town in Wyoming called Jackson, and her adoptive parents are both ranchers. She was always interested in space, and her dad, Joel, used to take her out stargazing when she was a kid.

After a few more hours of working, you both finish the paper, and Ellie looks relieved. "Thank you so much," she says, giving you a small side hug. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

You hug her back, feeling a sense of warmth. Maybe Ellie wasn't so bad after all. As you both sit back down at your desks, you smile. Maybe you could help each other out and make this year a little easier.

Ellie walks into your dorm room, practically bouncing with excitement. "Hey, you wanna come to a party with me tonight?" she asks, her eyes sparkling.

You glance up from your textbook, slightly surprised. "What kind of party?"

"A frat party," she replies, grinning from ear to ear. "My friends, Jesse and Dina, they invited us. It’ll be fun."

You hesitate, feeling a bit apprehensive about the idea of going to a party with a bunch of strangers. But then you realize that you are in college and this was the perfect time to let loose and enjoy yourself. "Sure, why not?" you conclude with a shrug.

Ellie smiles and immediately starts rummaging through her closet, pulling out a white tee, worn black jeans and a nice belt. "You should wear something cute," she suggests, leaning down to collect her signature converse off the ground.

You raise your eyebrows, feeling your cheeks heat up at her suggestion but quickly change into your nicest outfit anyway and follow Ellie out of the dorm. Jesse and Dina are already waiting for you outside, and you can tell from the way they were giggling that they were already a bit tipsy. "You guys look hooot," Dina slurs, giving Ellie a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

Dina then links arms with you and begins leading the way to the frat house, swaying a little as she walks. "Let's go get fucking drunk," Jesse chuckles from his spot beside Ellie.

As you approach the frat house, you can already hear the music blasting and the sound of people shouting and laughing. You feel a little intimidated by the sheer number of people, but Ellie seemed right at home, bouncing from group to group and introducing you to her friends.

After a few drinks, you start to loosen up and dance with Ellie, feeling the beat of the music pulsing through your veins. You bump into people and spill your drinks, but it didn't matter because you were having so much fun.

At one point, Jesse and Dina disappeared, leaving you and Ellie to dance together. "Glad I could get you to loosen up a bit," she yelled over the music, grinning from ear to ear.

You nodded in agreement, feeling the heat of the alcohol warming your cheeks. "Says your tight ass," you giggle watching as Ellie chuckles at the comment.

Ellie pulls you in for a hug, her breath hot on your neck. "I’m glad we came," she says. "You’re not that bad of a roommate."

You hug her back, smiling. "You too," you say, feeling your stomach flutter from her breath on your neck.

As the night wore on, the party got wilder, and the music became louder. You and Ellie were still dancing, swaying to the beat, and cheering with the rest of the crowd. You could feel the bass thumping in your chest, and you were both laughing and shouting to be heard over the noise.

Suddenly, Ellie grabs your hand and pulls you towards a group of guys who were standing near a keg. "Hey, guys," she says, slurring her words a little. "This is my roommate."

One of the guys, a tall blond guy with a chiseled jaw, grins at you. "Hey, I'm Jack," he says, holding out his hand. "You're Ellie's roommate? She's been talking about you all night."

You shake his hand, feeling a little self-conscious. "Nice to meet you, I'm..."

"Her name is y/n," Ellie interrupts, putting her arm around your shoulders. "She's the best."

Jack smiles at you again, and you feel your heart skip a beat. He was definitely cute, and you can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. "So, you guys want a drink?" he asks, gesturing towards the keg.

You and Ellie both nod eagerly, and he hands you each a red solo cup filled to the brim with beer. You take a sip, it wasn’t the best but it still warmed your belly.

You found yourself gravitating towards Jack as the night wore on, drawn in by his easy smile and the way he made you feel. You talked about everything from your classes to your hometowns, and you laughed together over the silly things that happened at the party.

Ellie is standing by the keg watching as Jack leans in closer to you, laughing at whatever dumb thing he said. She feels a pang of jealousy and a scowl crosses her face for a brief moment. She had been crushing on you since the first day you met, even if she didn’t show it, and the thought of you being interested in someone else made her feel uneasy.

A time later you notice Ellie standing apart from the group, her arms crossed and a slight scowl on her face. "Hey, El, what's up?" you ask, walking up to her, you notice her mood shift.

She shrugs, looking away from you. "Nothing, just getting tired of watching you flirt with Jack, we were supposed to hang out," she mutters.

You were taken aback, not sure what to say. "I'm not flirting with him, we're just talking, and I've been with you for most of the night." you protest.

Ellie rolls her eyes. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say," she says, storming off towards the dance floor.

You exchange a worried glance with Jack, a sense of unease settles in your stomach. You didn't want to hurt Ellie's feelings, but you also didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to get to know Jack better.

As the night continued, you tried to balance spending time with both Ellie and Jack, but it was clear that Ellie was getting more and more frustrated with each passing moment. Eventually, you decide to call it a night, feeling a sense of relief that the tension was over.

As you walk back to your dorm with Ellie, she is quiet, her head down. "Hey, are you okay?" you ask, concerned.

She looks up at you, her eyes dark. "I'm fine," she mutters, her voice low. "Just tired."

You can sense that Ellie isn't fine, but you don't know how to break the silence between you. The walk back to your dorm is long and awkward, filled only with the sounds of your footsteps on the pavement.

When you finally reach your dorm room, you turn to Ellie. "Do you want to talk about what’s making you upset?" you ask, hoping to resolve the tension.

Ellie shakes her head. "No, I just want to go to bed," she says softly.

You nod, feeling helpless. "Okay, well, let me know if you need anything," you say, giving her a small smile.

Ellie returns the smile weakly before laying on her bed, facing the wall silently. You watch her, feeling guilty and unsure of what to do next.

[collin-thegreat]

Ren Zotto NSFW headcanons

mature themes 18+ under the cut, MINORS🔞DO NOT INTERACT ageless and blank blogs will be blocked

A/n- I love this boy so this is much longer than any of my headcanons for any character, be sure to like and reblog if you like it but be sure to give me credit by tagging me this goes for any of my works.

mostly NSFW stuff but toward the end, it gets fluffy kinda

warnings- breeding kink, alien features/anatomy (what I see him having) fem reader, fem reader anatomy, somnophilia, dacryphilia, body worship (fem reader receiving), cockwarming, use of petnames such as "dove", "darling", "baby girl", "baby", "pretty boy", and more, oral (receiving and giving), marking such as biting, size imbalance kink, facesitting

General head canons

he is sweet but at times hard-dom

a service-dom as well

has a breeding kink (I can see it)

he uses his alien features to his advantage

pull on his horns and he goes feral especially when fucking you Man can't help but groan

he has a long forked tongue (ughh)

eating out your cunt is his favorite thing to do

as well as his baby giving him head since you struggle so much cuz his dick is much bigger than a human's

he's not shy about expressing how he feels through moaning, grunting, and praising you

Man loves seeing you cry from his size it gets him riled up

fucking you while you sleep or to sleep is another thing he loves doing

pet names are common between you two even in public

very much into PDA, holding hands is a must while in public

favorite positions and places to fuck

69 he loves having you sit on his face as you suck him off

mating press the power imbalance as well as the size difference is what he likes about it (bonus: he thinks it's one of the best positions for breeding his girl)

the shower is the best place in his opinion

the car (idk why but I so see him fucking in the backseat of his car)

doggy he loves seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust he makes

cowgirl and reverse cowgirl he likes the fact that you think you're in control but he is

full Nelson (don't think I need to explain)

fucking you against the wall

the little things he does that are a turn-on and make you feel special

he always has a hand on your lower back when walking, this always makes you a little blushy

when you two are sitting at his desk while he's streaming he always has his hand on your thigh as you are on his lap

he always asks for consent before doing anything to you that's sexual

he tends to wear your bracelets and some of your clothes

he teases you quietly by whispering what he wants to do to you

smacks your ass when you're wearing a skirt or dress

when he measures his hands to yours and then intertwines his fingers with yours

little things you do that turn him on and make him feel loved

you grab his hand when you two are in a crowd

wearing his clothes mostly his sweats, boxers(these are so fucking comfy), and hoodies

as well as wearing his merch

enjoys resting his head on your lap so you can play with his hair

he thinks it's cute that you like to wear matching clothes

you grabbing his hand during sex and squeezing

you clawing into his back during sex as well

you showing off the hickeys he left on your neck the night before by not covering them up

pulling him to you by his belt hook and belt he doesn't know why but this really gets him going

you singing with him makes his heart swell

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another A/n- please enjoy this very long Ren NSFW headcanons, I finished this in economics it's always economics and journalism when I finish drafts which is sad, the next character from nijisanji will most likely be Vanta or Vox idk I haven't decided.

thank you @cryingaboutit1514 for helping me with what type of headcanons to write (they sent me a post that helped a lot)

[echantedtoon]

Until Death Do You Vow Ch6 Roses And Zinnias And Violets- Oh My!

(Warnings: Elias has a panic attack.)

"....I dunno. We'll think of something. Right now it's the only thing I can think of."

"Maybe we can also solve why the Gallagher's were cursed?", you suggested instead reaching out a hand to rub one of your ankles. "While we're here we might as well get some answers."

"Unless he really was a mastermind and hacked off the rest of his family."

"I doubt it. Elias might have been the only survivor but he doesn't really seem like the murderer type. If anything he's more of the excited lonely guy."

"Looks can be deceiving you know!," Taylor grumbled and you could picture him facepalming. "Alright. But maybe we can look for the treasure too. If Elias was the sole survivor then maybe he knew where it was hidden. We'd be solving an entire century long mystery! We could even be famous for solving it!" He sounded happy again at least.

"Let's be tactful about this though. My entire single life is on the line here, Taylor."

"Right, right. For now let's go along with his ceremony idea. That would buy us some time to be able to get a good look around here. Where in the mansion are you right now?"

"I think this is a study. It sure looks like an office."

"Great place to start! Offices are usually where you do paperwork so maybe there's some old documents laying around there. Take a look around and see what you can find before Elias comes back."

Not a bad idea but your feet were killing you. Sigh. Oh well. Honestly you were now invested in this new crime solving take and if it'll help you get out of this mess, then you'd take the chance. Your foot lowered again, and you stood back up. The scent of the chamomile tea and stale vanilla scented biscuits from the silver tray on the table mixed in with the slightly stale air and smell of old paper no doubt from the books Elias left on the table and the ones still stacked up on the shelf. You decided to start there. Seemed as good as a place as any to start. The echo of your heels clicking filled the otherwise silent room as you approached the shelf. F/c eyes scanned the shelf. Ok. What were you looking for? A date book? Maybe a diary? Maybe if you pulled one of the books out a secret passageway would appear like in those movies? You decided to try it. Going about pulling back any and all random books..but nothing happened. No dice there. Stumped and a little disappointed, you settled for just scanning the book spines. Some were pretty faded so you had to pull them out and flip through them to make out what they were. Most were just old novels with yellowed pages and faded ink. No help to you. The next one you actually recognized. 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn' by Mark Twain. One of the most popular old forms of literature you thought-

"Dearest?" The voice made you jump and whirl your head around to come face to face with Elias. He blinked at you from the doorway holding a second teacup in his hands. "What are you doing?"

"I was looking at your books," you answered him truthfully holding up the book in your hands. "I didn't know you liked Mark Twain.

Elias quickly smiled. "Ah. So you are familiar with the author?"

"A little bit. I only read one of his books a long time ago when I was really little but he's a pretty famous author." You casually placed the book back on the shelf. Guess you had to wait until you could look through the desk. "Why do you have another cup?"

"Oh, I thought perhaps you'd be thirsty after you slept." He smiled floating forward and placing the teacup next to the rest of the teaser. "I know you probably haven't eaten anything either yet. Surely you'd need to eat for strength as you still need to sustain your body."

You were surprised. That...was actually a really nice gesture of him. "I..Thank you but I'm not thirsty right now." Well might as well enact this plan. "Hey. I think you mentioned wanting a ceremony right?" Immediately his attention seemed to perk up more. "I was thinking about that actually. Neither of us really got the chance to really have one, even if it's not the one we had in mind, maybe it would be nice to at least experience it."

Immediately Elias's face lit up in possibly the happiest expression you've ever seen on the ghost so far. His hands clasped together happily. "Oh, my darling. My dearest, you have no idea how happy that makes me! There's no time to waste them. The arrangements shall be made post haste."

You slowly nodded.  Had to admit, he was kinda cute when he was happy. "So, Elias. What do we need for the ceremony? I'm a bit rusty when it comes to wedding planning."

You watched him think a moment tapping his bobbing chin. "Well, there's the room to prepare but I can take care of the decor fast and simple. There's also a matter of the cake, but I require my grandmother's recipe book first. Then of course there's your bouquet. I'm afraid your old flowers were trampled outside-"

CRASH!!

You again jumped looking up at the ceiling as more thunder sounded and the rain finally started to pour down through the sky and began to beat against the roof of the mansion. Ah. Now it was truly an environment for a haunted house mystery complete with a spooky moon and rain on Friday the Thirteenth with a ghost and curse mixed in with that mystery. 

"..They also seemed to be getting soaked," he added after also looking up briefly. "However the flowers in my greenhouse are more than capable of becoming a beautiful bouquet for the occasion."

"The green house? Doesn't like there's any clues there but it might be worth checking out just in case. If not then to get Elias in a good mood," Taylor pondered in your ear. 

You agreed. No stone left unturned as the saying goes. "Let's start there. That seems like the easiest thing to take care of first."

"Very well. Come. I'll escort you there."

He turned and as like a gentleman from his time, stuck his arm out offering for you to take it. Not wanting to upset him and going with the plan for now, you proceeded to loop your arm with his and off you both went. Guess you'd come back later to continue searching.  Elias escorted you back the way you came and only now you realized that the stairs were the opposite way you came from. Mentally you facepalmed yourself. And cursed yourself as you had to lift your dress just to walk down the long flight of stairs in heels, thankfully Elias slowed his pace and steadied you until the danger of falling down the stairs had passed. At one point you were back in the foyer which to your surprise also looked so much better. Guess whatever Elias was doing to the place was really working. He guided you across the mansion all the way to the other side until he stopped in front of two double glass doors before detaching from you and just phasing right through them. He paused on the other side turning the lock with a click and pulling open the door to allow you to come through.

"Come right in!"

"Thanks!" You walked right into what must've been his greenhouse and paused at the sight of rain battering hard against all the glass around you and water sliding down it's sides. The place was half filled with little or dried, dead plants. But overall didn't look too bad. "Wow. Sure is big. So, you said there was flowers here?"

"Yes. Of course. Behold!" Elias raised his hands and you watched in amazement as the soil moved as something moved as something pushed up from under the soil and a moment later so many color flowers sprung out from beneath the soil. You gazed in awe at them all. "Voila. My dear, your flowers."

"Elias .. That's amazing. I didn't know you could do that!" He chuckled sheepishly. "There's so many."

"Yes. So many varieties for you to pick. Why not start with a base flower first?"

"There's so many. I don't think I could make just one bouquet." A thought crossed your mind as you stared at all of them. "Why don't we make two?"

Elias blinked. "Two?"

"Sure. There's so many pretty flowers. We can make a flower arrangement to decorate the altar and then another one for my bouquet and then we can pick some to decorate the entire room." Elias seemed to light up at the idea of decorating the entire room in his flowers. "After all you're supposed to decorate the alter for a ceremony right?" Maybe you were getting too into this idea for a ceremony but it was starting to get fun.

Elias also seemed to light up at the idea. "Yes. An arrangement we made together for the alter where our ceremony will take place. It sounds wonderful. Shall we make the centerpiece first or your bouquet?"

"Let's do the centerpiece first." Your eyes scanned the many, many flowers available for you to chose from. Eventually f/c landed on a few roses. "How about these for the base? Red means love right?"

Elias stared at the roses before nodding. "Red on a rose means true love. Undeying love. Eternal love."

"Seems about right for a wedding. You got anything to put them in?"

"Of course!" You blinked as he simply held up his hands and a moment later, a nearly see through glass vase flew from somewhere and right into his hands before presenting it to you. "Acceptable?"

You nodded. "Yeah! Perfect!" You reached out to the roses..but stopped. Wait. If a rose pricking you got you into this mess, then you didn't want to risk it happening again. "Um. Could you maybe get these? I don't want to prick myself again."

"But of course. You shouldn't have to endure your hands again. Allow me, Dearest." With a flick of his wrist, at least a dozen roses snapped from their stems and floated up and into the vase. "How does that look?"

"Great! You have amazing powers!"

He smiled wider at you. "Splendid. Now did you have thoughts on accouterments? Accent flowers if you will."

Ah right. This wasn't a whole bouquet yet. Crap. You didn't know flower arrangements. "I.. don't have a lot of ideas. What do you think? After all we're making this together."

"Of course. First some baby breaths." He then turned to you assumed add the flowers to the vase. 

"Fake the flower languages," Taylor suggested in your ear. "If you're right, he's happy. If you're wrong I'm sure Elias will be happy to correct you."

Why not? You're supposed to be into this right? "Those have something to do with youth right?" You were guessing based off the word baby being in the name.

"In this bouquet, more a symbol of innocence and purity." He carefully made a point of painstakingly and carefully plucking each white flower and looking at it closely before ticking it into somewhere between the red petals. "They work stunningly when used sparingly. One may expect that their small size must be bolstered by great numbers, but that simply isn't true." To make a point he tilted the vase to you as he placed another in. "Do you see how that little bit of elevation gives the whole bouquet dynamism? Personality?"

You nodded. "It looks really pretty, Elias. Do you wanna add anything else?"

He nodded. "Yes. I think so. What would you say to lemon balm?" He asked after a moment of looking over the base in his hands. 

"I'd ask how closely they were related to lemons."

You ignored Taylor's sarcastic response. "Those mean sweet right?" Lemon balm sounded close to lip balm and most lip balls come in sweet flavors.

"Sympathy and compassion although bringing up sweetness, they do make a nice tea," he corrected already reaching for another plant. "Only some leaves, green and small. Perfect for filling in the gaps and adding a nice aroma."

"Sounds wonderful."

Elias patiently finished adding the leaves along the gaps and crevices before smiling and looking at you. "How about one more flower? I have chosen two more than you have."

"Sure. Um." F/c eyes carefully examined the many, MANY flowers blooming before you. You didn't recognize a whole lot of them outside the roses and baby breaths, mostly due to you having them at your own failed wedding. You shook your head pushing away any bad memories before just randomly pointing at a flat petaled yellow flower. "How bout this one?"

Elias followed your hand. "Ah. The yarrow."

"Is that what it's called? I'll admit I have no idea about this one."

"A symbol of everlasting love."

...You chose everlasting love twice?? "Again?" Taylor mirrored your thoughts.

You didn't say anything else but chose to pick a few yellow flowers and add them to the vase which Elias tilted forward to allow you easier access to tuck them in between the red and white flowers. Not the most average bouquet but you had to admit it sure was a pretty centerpiece. A centerpiece that meant too many meanings. Too many promises. You shook your head. Snap out of it. It was only silly flowers meant to look pretty. Soon you were done and Elias smiled joyously at something the both of you made together. You almost felt bad for him.

"A truly gorgeous centerpiece my dear, but no where near as gorgeous as you." He looked you straight in the eyes as he said that and you felt again your face lighting up before you looked away. 

"Thanks..*ahem* L-Lets pick some for around the room now. T-They should be different than the alter piece do it stands out." You quickly changed the subject back onto the flowers to which Elias agreed to with a nod. Ok. All you gotta do is chose another base flower for the decor right? You looked around the flowers until stopping on one that was bright orange. "How about this one for the base? Do you think orange would be a good base color?"

"Heck yeah! Orange is a great color AND flavor!," Taylor once again piped up and you expected as much from him. "Are you actually good at flower arrangements? I wanna see this now!"

Elias took his time looking up from his pretty vase of flowers, fonding over them. "Ah, zinnias." Elias regarded them for a long pause before closing his eyes and nodded. "They're quite sentimental flowers, and I suppose neither of us can drop sentimentality so easily."

"True." You kept remembering that horrible day. It still hurts. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"And you either. I trust you understand the significance." He smiled watching before adding. "Now what accoutrements would you like to add? There are so many and I want to see what you choose."

What would go well with bright orange? You ignored Taylor's suggestion for something bold and instead browsed the many, many..MANY options eyes falling on the white ones. ...Why not the white and pink ones? White goes well with anything, and pink looks nice with orange. Kinda reminded you of spring time. You pointed at them.

"How about the white ones with the pink stripes and those with the pink insides?," you suggested as again Elias looked.

The ghost regarded your two options with a cock of his bobbing head. "So much pink!" He exclaimed but didn't sound against it more as an observation. "But the Peruvian lillies are certainly eye catching, and the pear blossoms do add a particular gentleness." That wasn't a no.

"Hey! When you get a chance send me a picture? Wait.. Aren't they like ghost flowers? Can you even take a picture of them? Or do they only pop up at night?"

"Elias.' he perked up at your questioning tone. "How long do these flowers last anyways?"

His expression became softer if that was possible. "For as long as we desire and tend to them. But you must learn to listen to them as well."

You blinked back to him the weight of the flowers suddenly seeming heavier. "Right. Flowers have different meanings." Fc eyes skimmed the combo of mostly orange and white. You hoped you didn't pick more everlasting love again. "What do these mean now?"

To your question he did another take at your options the same way someone would read a book... before a small frown replaced his smile. "Collectively that your loneliness leads you to needing...A-A friend."

"A friend?" He nodded and you looked back to the flowers. "...Well that's not entirely a bad thing. Everyone could use a friend right?" Elias only hummed in agreement and you got the impression that he felt a bit down.. was he upset that the flowers were signalling you two just be friends? Quickly changing the subject you pointed out another random flower. "Can I add this to it?"

He perked up. "Queen Anne's Lace? An interesting choice."

"Interesting? Why? What does it mean?"

"There is a desire for sanctuary deep within you." You stood there stunned by it but you were even more shocked when he looked you dead in the eyes. "The pain you hold..It runs deeper than just one sad day doesn't it?"

You fell silent staring at him for a long while before you sighed through your nose and looked back to the flowers to just silently pluck out a few of the new ones you pointed out. Only adding them to the ones you wanted as decor. The silence seemed to have Elias worried as he just looked at you working with a guilty expression.

"My dearest, I apologize profusely. I shouldn't have pried into your tragedy so carelessly like I did." He tried to apologize but reaching out to squeeze your hand making you involuntary shudder from the cold his body gave off. "Why don't we pick out a few more flowers? Your bouquet will look lovely I'm sure." Quietly you nodded. "Wonderful. What shall you pick?"

Well considering that the centerpiece and bouquet were all different types of flowers, why not pick more different ones for the bouquet? But something that still matches well with the centerpiece. So maybe some more roses? Although you should still made sure it matched the theme of an actual wedding. Your eyes scanned the many selections still presented to you before you pointed out the roses again. 

"Maybe more roses?"

Elias happily nodded. "Yes. That sounds quite quaint. It would match the overall visage without taking too much away from the center alter. But pray tell, what other flowers should be added to it?"

"Well if it's going to be roses then something that goes along with them." You mumbled still  looking over a few until spotting a few long stems sticking out and hanging from them was a few heart shaped petals. "How about these?"

His eyes lit up. "The lyreflowers." Was that what they were called? "I see. They may be delicate but they're passionate. They're also known as bleeding hearts, lady in a bath, and Venus's cat. They're representative of a kind soul."

"Sounds like a perfect match for a rose and what better thing to go with a rose then a couple hearts?" He nodded in agreement. "How about some white ones too? I mean white is usually the color for a wedding right?"

"Of course. The pink and red would be a bit too bold on their own otherwise." You pointed out the first white flower you saw. "Ah. White poppies. They live in the realm of dreams, kindness, and consolation."

You nodded again looking at all of the flowers again. "...I think I want some white roses for the bouquet instead of the red ones. It'd go better with my dress, plus it'll help the bleeding hearts stand out."

"Ah. Flowers of purity, reverence, and secrecy." 

Again that wasn't a no so you gathered up the three flowers up in your hands, careful with the roses and with enough of them to create a big bouquet. There. That looked pretty but it seemed a bit too..white. Your eyes caught sight of some cute little purple flowers and started grabbing them. Pink and purple looked cute together and it'd add color to the bold white colors. Elias watched as you plucked a few up to add to the spaces between the white.. before his face slowly turned into a frown.

"The stonecrops are tranquil, serene...A cure for a broken heart." You stopped in the middle of it all to look at him again. And noticed his concerned look.

"Oh. Is that what they mean? I just thought they were pretty. Are you ok with them?" His eyes looked away nervously as he nodded. "You don't look sure."

After a few seconds a sigh left his lips. "They're very familiar choices to me, and perhaps familiar to you too. Tell me, what bouquet did you carry to the alter before?" He looked back to you with a stern look brows furrowing in concern.

The sudden look made you blink taken aback by his change in demeanor. "Well the mini one I brought with me was just like five roses-"

"No. I mean your actual ceremony, not the ones you lost outside hours ago." He corrected you. "You mentioned that you were stood up upon the alter two years ago correct? What flowers did you have then?" 

"Oh..Well, to be honest I just had a whole bunch of roses again." You shrugged at the memory. "I mean lots of people have roses and it wasn't a bad option so...It was sorta just expected I guess. Look, Elias. If these flowers upset you we can choose something else-"

"No, no." He was quick to hold up a hand. "It's your choice. I won't make you feel like you can't have what you want in a bouquet. If that's truly what you want then I-I won't stop you-" he nearly dropped the vase in his arms when you grabbed his outstretched hand sternly.

"Nu uh. Obviously these make you uncomfortable and I only choose them because I thought the color was pretty. I'll pick a different one."

"Dearest, you don't have to." 

"I know I don't have to. I WANT to. This ceremony is for you just as much as it is for me. You deserve to be comfortable." You let go of his hands and began pulling the purple stonecrops from the bouquet in your hands. "We'll do this instead. Let's take out the white lilies and the bleeding hearts and add them to the decor instead of the zinnias. That was all the decor will be white and pink which would match up better. And I'll just keep the white roses as a bouquet. It'll still match with everything else, and there won't be anything to make you uncomfortable." You looked at him when he didn't say anything. "...What?"

"I-..Nothing." He shook his head as you continued removing all the excess flowers besides the white roses. "I-I just wasn't expecting you to just insist on compromise is all. Especially for my own sake."

"I'm serious. I'm not going to make you uncomfortable just because I don't know how flowers work."

"I still insist on you having a bouquet you want regardless."

"Ok. Then I want just white roses... I'll add some zinnias too. Orange and white will still look good together and the roses could use a friend too."

"See? I told you orange was the best choice," Taylor added.

Elias didn't say anything but he sighed in what sounded like relief. "If that's what you want dearest. I'm sure whatever you want will be beautiful." He hesitated for a second. "..Thank you."

You only nodded continuing to work the other flowers out until you started to put the orange zinnias in. There. Maybe not the first choice of a bouquet but it was still pretty. And with all the decor chosen that knocked that out of the way. You smiled at the flowers in your hands and paused a moment more to look at the flowers. A bluish one you didn't see before catching your eye.

"Elias, what are these flowers?" He turned in question and froze as you picked one up. "I don't think I've seen this one before." Silence. "Elias?"

You froze at what you saw. Elias seemed to be fading in and out. A look of pure terror on his face. Eyes directly on your hand holding the tiny blue flower.

"Hey! What's going on over there?! I-I'm getting nothing but static again! Answer me, Y/n!," Taylor shouted out static-y.

"I-I don't know. Elias? Are you ok?"

Only one word escaped his trembling mouth. "Vi-......Violet."

Something shatters to the ground like a meteor striking the mansion, shining a spotlight on your face and...the sun is out? Impossible. Wasn't it in the middle of the night and storming outside just seconds ago? The sharp light shown harshly through the glass and all you could see was white haze. Something is very wrong.

Eventually a shadow outside of the nearest window pane caught your eyes as you looked.

An archway- A gazebo baking in the hot sun surrounded by a lush garden with sickeningly sweet scents in the air. What the- How'd you get outside?! Everything seemed to be fogged in by a harsh white light that didn't go away even when you said a hand up- Until a woman walked by. You jolted up as she just walked by blatantly ignoring you but it was too haxu to make out who it was..Even if one name came to mind.

Violet.

She walked along the shadows of the trees under the archway and through the gazebo. And somehow she's still next to you despite being so far away. The wind nearly blows her hat off and the hazy light shines on a single shiny object hanging around her throat. A... necklace? It was a red gem (maybe a ruby?) on a chain of little pearls. Pretty to look at and somehow familiar. 

"Elias?!", you tried calling out to the haze.

No one answered but the woman turned to see who disturbed the peace of the garden around you both.

And then everything went black-

[blackberrysummerblog]

An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Hey all! Thanks so much for tagging me @wellbelesbian, @aristocratic-otter, @valeffelees, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @ivelovedhimthroughworse and @iamamythologicalcreature! You’ve all correctly determined that I am procrastinating writing.

1. 🐬Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

I actually don’t have any that are named at this point. Titles and tags are really difficult for me and I put both off to the last minute and second-guess myself into hell

2. 🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___=___”

Popular movie retelling + flying goats = Baz and Dev have A Spot of Bother

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

Wraaaugugh, see #1 :P. I don’t know, in seriousness, I think the WIP mentioned above will end up getting a tag for sexual harassment or something like that given the nature of one necessary scene in the movie it’s based on. It’s not going to be worse than the source material, which is PG-13

4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

Oh, to have so many ideas for titles that there’s ever an alternative lying around to spare :(

5. ⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

I’m pretty likely to finish a sequel to Field Trip of Dreams (SEE WHAT I MEAN about titles?) this week. The eighth years are off on another field trip—this time it’s a weekend training excursion with the Mage. Baz and Simon have been dating for the short time that’s passed since FToD, but they manage to get in a fight on the bus trip to Scafell Pike, and when it turns into a sort-of-tussle the Mage mistakes it for actual animosity and sends them off to a secluded cabin to bang (I mean work🙄) it out. Absolutely everybody but Davy—including the other teachers—knows exactly how much of a “punishment” this is

6. 💾 What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you've saved it as)

Practical magic au

7. 🖍️Post Any sentence from your wip

“Shut up, Gareth!” we shout as one, Snow adding a few brutish threats as Gareth pales and turns back around in his seat.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I actually can’t remember. I don’t plot my writing out very extensively so in a sense there’s hundreds of little scrapped thoughts rather than anything huge. I’m eliminating a lot of things with my crucible marriage fic, but it’s hard to say right now what’s actually gone or just being moved around. I know a major one I’ve been battling with is that prior to getting dragged off to Pitch Manor by his new husband Baz, I want Simon to have been living with Penny in a flat of their own, but for another aspect of the story I want him to have been living with the Mage in Watford (which is an au mage’s settlement in the fic) as well. There’s ways to work around it for the results I want, I just haven’t written it out yet.

9. 🤔What's a story you'd love to write but haven't even started yet?

I’m pretty sure I have at least a few lines written down for everything I want to write

10. 🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

Oh, man…actively, probably the field trip one and my COBB. Somewhat less actively: a reverse COBB fic, a sequel to Monsters Under the Bed, a sequel to After Hours where Simon makes good on his promise to despoil Baz on his office desk, and my unending crucible marriage fic. Less active than that: a fic response to a prompt for Simon being the one kidnapped and Baz has to rescue him. There’s probably (cough*definitely*cough) some pretty messed-up OOC smut stuff lying around in my docs as well, that I add to when I’m in the mood and have zero plans to ever post

11. 🛠️Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I keep telling myself to just write and stop worrying about this for the moment, but I’m kind of bumming myself out worrying about whether I want to use first or third person, as well as past or present tense, for my COBB. I think the issue is that some scenes are bound to play out better one way while others would be better served differently. This is not usually a thing I struggle with.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

🥰

This was fun! (Once I stopped putting it off, lol). No pressure tagging (and sorry if I get anyone who’s already done it): @cutestkilla, @mooncello, @artsyunderstudy, @prettygoododds, @drowninginships, @hushed-chorus, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @youarenevertooold, @ileadacharmedlife, @facewithoutheart, @imagineacoolusername, @ic3-que3n

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 2: an invitation (Wriothesley's P.O.V.)

I picked up the lady who moaned at my touch. Her clothes were tattered and now coated in what appeared to be her blood. Thankfully the infirmary was close by and she was in no real danger.

I jogged over to the next hall opening and walked up the steps. Several guards looked on in confusion but I waived them off saying it was fine. I heard Sigewinne discussing the proper treatment of a rash with an older male inmate who frequented the Pankration ring.

"Now be sure to apply this ointment before going to work in the production zone and before you go to bed." Our head nurse said cheerfully.

"Yes, mam. Oh, Your grace! I didn't see you there. What happened someone passed out in the ring and you happened to be there?" The older man asked staring at the woman on my shoulder.

"Nope, not this time. Was doing my rounds and this newbie slipped down the steps to her dorm hallway. That doesn't explain this though." I said lifting the side of her shirt as I laid her down on the middle infirmary bed.

"Oh, so this must be Ms. Silva then. Nuevillette wrote me about her yesterday. He said a new inmate would be coming in pretty badly injured. He said to expect her treatment at the hospital to be less than stellar given what happened between her and the guards." Sigewinne said staring at the wound, "It looks like her stitches were snapped."

"She tripped down one of the connecting flights of stairs leading from her dorm room hall. Could the fall of caused the damage to the stitching?" I asked, crossing my arms.

I stared at the unconscious lady before me. She had striking deep navy hair with some forest green low lights. It was a rather strange combination. I noticed there was blood on the palm of her hand slowly drying in the stale humid air of Meropide.

"The stitching still had to of been struck multiple times for the edges of the wound to be so far apart. Nuevillette did write saying she could have enemies among our guards." Sigewinne said cleaning the wound and restitching it.

I noted that the male visiting Sigewinne earlier had slipped out without saying anything. Sigewinne took her time with closing up the inmate's wound. Then for good measure, she rubbed some of the salve she normally uses on cuts and bruises I obtain when I fight in the ring.

"So her name is Silva? I haven't read her file yet but did notice one titled that in the new inmate paperwork." I said as Sigewinne put away her medical supplies into a locked cabinet after pulling out fresh bandages. 

"That's right! Nuevillette said for me to help her get adjusted. I think he pities her." The human-like Melusine said shaking her head as she wrapped the fresh bandages around Silva's body.

"What makes you think that?" I said in surprise.

"The tone of his letter was different. It wasn't the usual great things about his day or a warning saying she was dangerous. He also said to be on the lookout for withdrawal effects." She said sitting at her desk, "Isn't the champion duelist visiting you soon?"

"Crap, that was why I was doing my rounds. I knew I would be busy for the next few hours." I said walking towards the exit, "Oh Sigewinne, please invite Ms. Silva to my office for tea when she wakes up. No one's first day in Meropide should be spent in the infirmary."

She smiled at me and nodded, "Yes your grace."

I took one last look at Silva. I felt a twang in my chest. She had a sad look on her sleeping face. It reminds me of how I looked after my trial. I shook my head, my hair tufts swishing a bit.

I left the infirmary and headed toward my office. My office... it still feels surreal. It hadn't even been a third of the year since I'd taken control of Meropide. I went from a lowly criminal in the eyes of the law to the Duke of the Fortress. I could have laughed.

I arrived at the cold doors of my office. With an easy push, they swing open welcoming me back to my solidarity. Ascending the metal stairs, I smiled as I heard the smooth jazz that played on my record player.

I walked over to my sofa and grabbed my kettle from the coffee table. It was nice they installed a tea nook when I became Duke. It saves me the trouble of having to boil water in the kitchen.

"Let's see, what blend do I drink with Ms. Clorinde? Hmm... it's about time for dinner so how about... ahh here it is Fontainian Garden." I said pulling out the glass jar with the loose tea leaves.

This was an uncommon item in the rag and bones shop so I bought it whenever I could. Hopefully, Clorinde likes this blend. She was quite picky when it came to tea.

There was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I ask out placing a couple of spoonfuls of the leaves into the kettle.

"It's Clorinde. Come on Wriothesley, open the door. We have important things that need to be discussed." A harsh female voice rang out.

"Coming!" I shouted setting down the pot.

I walked down the stairs and opened the door. In front of me was Clorinde with a decent-sized crate behind her. I raised my brow and gave her a funny look.

"I thought you said we were just going to be friends," I said crossing my arms and smiling, "didn't expect you to want to move in after what happened."

Clorinde just glared at me and shoved past, "Just grab the crate Wriothesley. It's your new prisoner's belongings. Not much gets to me but the thought of that woman just skipping

"Alright, alright, Archons you seem like you need a cup of tea. Thankfully I have some brewing." I said lift the crate and brought it into my office.

Closing the door, I ascended the stairs. Clorinde sat down on the couch. I shook my head and sat the box down on my desk. The kettle started whistling as I grabbed the sugar from the bookshelf. I plopped two cubes into a cup and poured the slightly red-colored tea.

"Care for a cup?" I asked looking over my shoulder.

"If you insist. One sugar cube would be nice, please." She said her shoulders relaxing as she laid back and got comfortable.

"So this is the girl who landed ten guards in the hospital. I haven't read her file yet but the steambird sure had decent coverage on it. Said she took them out with a dendro vision. If that's the case why wasn't she sent here as a precaution? That's what they do with dangerous prisoners. It's protocol so why wasn't it followed." I said curiously pouring Clorinde's tea and placing one cube in it.

I sat at my desk placing her teacup at the top of it. She stood up and shuffled through the files until she uncovered Ms. Silva's. Handing me the file she walked back towards that couch, taking her tea.

"Take a look and you will understand." She said.

"You know it's rude to rifle through someone's work desk," I smirked as I opened the file.

"Just read it, then we can proceed with the main reason why I am here." Clorinde huffed.

I started skimming the folder. There wasn't much on Ms. Silva. Her travel records show she came through the Chenyu vale of Liyue and was in Mondstat before that on a job for Dr. Baizhu of Bubu pharmacy in Liyue. She wrote down that her reason for traveling to Fontaine was research. That didn't explain much either.

"Weird how there is so little right, Wriothesley? Normally we would have all her information. We contacted Liyue, Sumeru, and Mondstat. They only have records of her traveling for research. We could only assume she's from Inazuma as her first record is a travel permit to  Liyue from Ritou. It was commissioned by an Ayato Kamisato. Every one of her permits is for research. Nuevillette asked me to bring the belongings from her hotel room and search through the items with you." Clorinde said taking a sip of the warm beverage in her hand.

I continued to read over the file and a note from Monsieur Nuevillette shocked me. I could hear his voice as I read the line.

"Ms. Silva was attacked and drugged using a potent Dendro drug that has been spreading like wildfire through the court of Fontaine. While there have been only a few deaths due to this drug. Ms. Silva has shown us that those with dendritic energy have a horrific effect on these drugs. A Dendritic energy overcharge causes a massive burst of the Dendro element dealing damage once the user is put under stress. What Ms. Silva told me has led me to believe that there is a tie between this drug and a dendro dragon. Keep an eye on her at all costs Wriothesley. Something tells me she will be the key to solving this case." His voice rang in my ears.

"WRIOTHESLEY!" Clorinde shouted snapping me out of my trance.

"Huh, oh sorry Clorinde. It's just Nuevillette's notes. They just have me a little on edge." I said setting down the file and picking up my now cooled tea.

"I was trying to say that you should be careful with regarding her. I just have a bad feeling, call it hunter intuition." She said setting her empty cup down.

"I will now let's get going through this stuff I'm sure Ms. Silva would at least like some of this stuff back. As long as it is appropriate for the fortress of course." I said prying open the wooden box.

As the box cracked open, I was met with a soft aroma. It reminded me of walking into a luxury tea shop in the city.  When the lid came off there was a multitude of sealed glass jars with many varieties of herbs. They seemed to be being kept fresh by cut mist flowers. I've seen the corollas being used but not whole flowers.

"So it seems she does not possess a vision after all," Clorinde said sifting through a small pile of folded clothes.

"There is a small silk pouch right here," I said picking up the purple purse, and with an unfortunate turn of events the contents spilled out.

"Letters and documents?" Clorinde said picking up the papers strewn about.

I glanced down and saw a lovely wax seal of a glaze lily on a golden letter, "What's this?"

"I have no clue. It must be important and it has been opened previously. Why don't you go ahead and read it?" Clorinde asked.

"Everyone has the right to privacy. In one sense or the other. I have no search warrant, so I won't read it." I said setting it down on her pile of documents, a smirk growing on my lips, "I'll ask her directly."

"And how do you plan on doing that? From what I heard from the guard who escorted her, she fell and passed out." Clorinde said crossing her arms.

"Did he now? Because from what Sigewinne has told me she had to of been shoved multiple times with relatively decent force. She was bleeding  when she fell right in front of me." I said with a slight growl in my voice.

One thing I detested among my staff was lying to higher-ups. I knew lying to prisoners was sometimes unavoidable, however, lying to me or a champion duelist would get my blood boiling. Clorinde stared at me with mild shock in her eyes.

"Sigh, I'll leave this to you then but your grace as a friend I have some advice for you." She said as she walked to the stairs.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked staring at the golden envelope.

"Don't forget Nuevillette's warning. That woman is a danger." I heard Clorinde say as she exited my office.

"Tsk. I can handle myself. This is Meropide. No newbie could cause that much of a distraction. Her sorrowful sleeping face came to my mind. Could she?

[willalove75]

Fem!reader trying to figure out Rebecca’s love language by trying the five (doesn’t matter which one you choose to make her main love language) 💕

Love this idea!! Thanks for the request! 💕

"So, are you and Rebecca getting more serious?" Keeley asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know, I don't think so." You say as you scroll on your phone, the two of you having lunch in her new office.

"Why not?! You two have been together for months!"

You toss your phone onto the couch.

"Ugh, I don't know, I mean we get on really well, but I feel like there's something missing, but not like something's missing where it doesn't exist, I don't know." You sigh and lay back on the couch, cradling a pillow.

"Do you want it to get more serious? Or are you cool with this casual thing you've got going on?"

"I don't know, I mean, yes I'd love to get more serious with her, but, I also don't want to ruin what we have, you know? I haven't been able to connect with her on that deeper level yet I think."

"Well I've know you've both gone deeper in other ways!" She laughs.

"Keeley!!" You throw a pillow at her and laugh. "I'm serious! I really like her and I really want this to work." You bury your face into the pillow in your lap.

"Well do you know what her love language is?" She asks, you look up at her.

"No? I don't even know what that is."

"WHAT?! Oh my god come here we're gonna find out what yours is." She runs around to her desk and pulls up some online quiz.

You sit at her desk chair and look at her confused. Keeley explains the five love languages, words of affirmation, acts of service, quality time, physical touch and gifts.

"Huh." You say and take the test, you immediately get your results and find out what yours are:

Words of Affirmation, 2. Physical Touch, 3. Quality Time, 4. Acts of Service, 5. Gifts.

"Yeah that makes sense." Keeley says looking at your results.

"I guess so, but how do I find out what hers are? Just make her take this quiz?"

"No! That's not romantic, you should try to figure them out, just go down the list and try them and see which one she responds best to!"

"If you say so." You say looking at the list. You're definitely nervous but wiling to try.

You head back to the office and think of what her love language might be. "Well, I think she likes getting things, so maybe gifts?" You think to yourself. You're going on a date with her later tonight so you pick up some flowers and head back to work.

You get home, get ready for you date and leave. You get to the restaurant before Rebecca and you decide to wait outside for her. Her car pulls up and she hands her keys to the valet and sees you.

"There you are." She says with a smile.

She walks up to you and looks down at the flowers.

"What are those?" She asks with a smile.

"I got you flowers," you say sheepishly. "I saw them and thought they were pretty and I decided to get them for you."

"Aw." She says and gives you a kiss. "Thank you."

You both head inside, sit down at the table and order.

"So, do you like getting gifts?" You ask, unsure if she really liked it or was just being nice.

She pauses for a moment. "Yeah, I mean I don't dislike it." She says but quickly follows up with "but I love the flowers, they're beautiful."

"I'm glad." You say with a smile.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason, when I was buying them I realized I wasn't even sure if you liked getting stuff so I figured I'd ask." You say and take a sip of wine.

"Don't get me wrong, I like it, but Rupert would love bomb me with all of these lavish, expensive things all the time and after a while it stopped being special, especially since he would do it every time I thought he was cheating on me, which he was, but used that as a way to distract me. It got quite old fast."

"Aw, yeah that definitely takes the fun out of it." You say.

"Yeah, a bit."

Gifts were out, you decide to try out acts of service next.

A few weeks later you have your next date, Rebecca invites you over her house for dinner and you offer to cook. When dinner is finished she goes to clean the table.

"That was amazing, thank you so much for cooking." She says.

"Of course! I'm glad you liked it. Here, let me get that." You say getting up.

"No it's okay," she says with a smile.

"No really, it's okay I don't mind."

"But you cooked!"

"I know,"

"How about we clean up together then?" She suggests.

Knowing you won't win you agree. "Okay, fine."

There goes acts of service. Two down, three left.

You load the dishwasher as you look over at her wiping down the table. You lean against the counter and just watch her for a minute. Even doing something so mundane, she looks beautiful. You really, really care about her and you want to take this to the next level. She looks over and catches you staring at her.

"What are you looking at?" She says with a smile.

"Nothing, I just- it's crazy how beautiful you look doing literally everything."

She smiles and walks over to you and puts her hands on your hips and kisses you. You look into her eyes for a minute and get lost in them.

"What?" She says.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about how lucky I am that I have you in my life. You're amazing."

Her lips curl into a smile and she puts her hands on your face and pulls you in for a kiss.

Words of affirmation definitely works, but you're not sure if that's her main love language. You're getting restless so you try and combine the last two.

"Wanna put on comfy clothes and watch a movie?" You ask.

"I would love to." She says with a smile.

You both change and she meets you on the couch.

"What do you want to watch? A horror movie?" She asks.

"Absolutely not." You say with a laugh.

"Right, I forgot you were terribly boring." She says teasing you.

You scoff and go to tickle her. "I am not!"

"No no no!!" She says laughing and grabs your hands after you're able to get a few pokes in. "I fucking hate that."

"Right, I forgot you were terribly boring." You say imitating her with a laugh.

She laughs and gives you a playful scowl and grabs the remote. You come across a rom-com you both haven't seen and decide to watch it. She lays across the couch and drapes her legs over your lap, you put your hand on her calf and gently stroke it with your thumb.

"Do you want a foot rub, or a backrub or something?" You ask.

She sits up and pauses the movie and looks at you.

"You have been so weird lately. What is going on?"

"Ugh," you rest your head on her knee as it's bent over your legs. You look up at her.

"What?" She asks, looking at you with a hint of concern in her eyes.

"A few weeks ago I was talking to Keeley and she told me about the five love languages, and I had never heard about them and I realized I didn't know what yours were so she told me to try and figure it out because it was more romantic than just asking you."

"Seven."

"What?"

"There are actually seven love languages." She says.

"What!? What are the other two?!"

"Expression of affection and love is one of them. The other, which happens to be mine, is communication. Those two might not be official ones actually. But I liked them so I count them."

"Shit!! So I was never gonna get it then."

She laughs as she adjusts and sits back on her heels facing you.

"Afraid not." She says with a smile.

"What even is the communication love language?!"

"Just simple communication, talking to one another, being honest, explaining what you're experiencing or feeling, telling your partner what your needs are, things like that. I lacked that so much in my last relationship, I don't think I can ever be with someone again without being able to really communicate with each other. But if we're talking about the traditional five, I think mine is words of affirmation."

"Well then," you say grabbing her hand. "I'm sorry that I didn't communicate that I was trying to find out your love languages."

Her eyes sparkle when you say that to her, you can tell that just acknowledging her love language meant so much to her.

"So why were you and Keeley talking about love languages anyway?"

You chuckle and your cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"She had asked if we were getting more serious and I told her I really wanted to, but I felt like there was a piece missing," you see her eyes get a little sad and you grab her hand. "And I said it's not like there's something missing that doesn't exist between us, more like something that was an obstacle, that stopped us from going there. I don't know how to describe it, but I know it's there, I just didn't know how to get there." You furrow your brows, not being able to correctly express your thoughts. "I don't know if any of that made sense."

You see her relax a little and she studies your face.

"Do you want to get more serious?"

You take a deep breath, fearful that she'll reject the idea.

"Yes. I do, but I'm so afraid of fucking up what we have, because I really, really like what we have." You pause and sheepishly look at her. "But I also really want to call you my girlfriend, and be able to be affectionate with each other in public, around our friends. Just, be a real couple I guess."

She continues to study your face as she smiles.

"Do you want to get more serious?" You cautiously ask.

"I would like that very much."

"Really?" You look deep into her eyes.

Rebecca nods her head and cups your face in her hands and kisses you. Her tongue slides into your mouth and your tongue dances around hers. She climbs into your lap and you slide one hand up to the back of her neck and hold onto her waist with the other as she holds your face in her hands. The kiss continues and eventually your lips slowly part. You study each others faces for a moment before Rebecca breaks the silence.

"I never asked, what's your love language?"

"Words of affirmation, physical touch," You pause and try to remember the rest. "Quality time, acts of service and gifts. What were the rest of yours? The normal five." You say with a laugh.

"Words of affirmation, quality time, acts of service," She pauses to think. "Physical touch and gifts."

You two stare into each others eyes for a moment and smile, taking in every detail of the others face.

"I can't imagine my life without you." Rebecca says as she looks into your eyes.

You feel your heart soar at her words, you look back into her eyes with a smile on your face.

"It's a little scary." She says.

The happiness on your face melts into worry.

"I already know I can very easily fall in love with you. But you're worth it."

You feel your eyes get glossy at her words. Every fear you had about losing what you have with her vanishes.

"I already am, and I wouldn't want to fall in love with anyone else."

She's touched by your words, even a little surprised, but very happy. She smiles at you and you both pull each other closer for another kiss. After a few minutes of making out you part and cuddle into each other. She buries her face into your neck and you lay your head on hers. Your arms wrapped around her as she sits in your lap. You're distracted by the tv automatically shutting off since the movie was paused for so long.

"So much for the movie." You say with a giggle.

"Oh well," she says. "I'd much rather do this anyway."

"Me too."