#she’s drinking lavender lemonade

[esomaniac]

Draw your sona if you have one ^_^

don’t really have a “sona” but i see sydney as an icon for my blog :]

[meazalykov]

the neighbor

kika nazareth x reader

summary: you wanted a new friend in a new city

your heart pounds a little as you balance the plate of banana loaf and protein cookies in one hand, pausing at your neighbor’s door. 

the idea of making a new friend in this massive city feels like exactly the kind of thing that could make it feel like home, but as soon as the door opens, you almost forget what you’re here for.  

standing in front of you is one of the most attractive women you’ve ever seen, her dark eyes curious, framed by waves of her dark hair. she’s dressed casually, but there’s something so effortlessly confident about her that it leaves you momentarily speechless. 

she blinks, looking from you to the plate in your hands.

“um, sorry– hi!” you finally manage, a little flustered but quickly recovering. 

“i just moved in next door, and i thought i’d bring over a little welcome gift.”

her face lights up with a genuine smile, and the warmth in her expression melts away any nerves you might have had. 

“oh my goodness, that’s so nice of you! please, come in.”

you step inside, glancing around. the space is cozy and bright, with a few unpacked boxes pushed to the side, indicating she’s just settling in too. 

there’s a faint, comforting scent of vanilla and lavender in the air, and the place already feels warm, even if she hasn’t completely unpacked yet. she sets the plate on the counter and gestures toward a stool at the kitchen island.

“have a seat! i’ll get us something to drink,” she says, moving toward the fridge with a natural ease.

you sit, watching as she pours a couple of glasses of what looks like strawberry lemonade. as she hands you a glass, you take it with a grateful smile. 

“thanks. i’m y/n, by the way.”

“kika,” she replies, her smile widening. 

“so, y/n, what brings you to barcelona?”

you’re about to take a sip but pause, trying to put it into words. 

“honestly? i’ve always had this– um– love? for the city. i visited a few years ago, and it just… clicked. i knew i wanted to live here someday. i finished university a year early, so i figured, why not now?”

she nods, looking impressed. 

“that’s brave. i think a lot of people have dreams about starting fresh somewhere, but actually making it happen? that’s a whole different level. what do you do?”

“i’m a nurse. i just got a position at a clinic nearby,” you explain, and kika’s eyes widen slightly.

“a nurse? that’s amazing!” she exclaims, and you feel your cheeks warm at her enthusiasm.

you laugh, shrugging modestly. 

“it’s rewarding but intense. i’ve seen it all, from broken bones to kids swallowing the craziest things like handfuls of sand or batteries.”

she grins, shaking her head. 

“that’s the coolest thing, though. not everyone can handle that kind of job.”

“thanks,” you say, surprised by how easily you can talk to her. 

“what about you? what do you do?”

there’s a little sparkle in her eyes as she shrugs, looking like she’s about to downplay it. 

“i play football.”

“seriously?” your eyes light up. 

“that’s amazing!”

kika chuckles, clearly not used to people reacting this way. 

“yep. i just joined the club here.”

“oh, so you’re with a local team?” you ask, not fully understanding.

she leans forward, her voice dropping slightly as she smiles. 

“barcelona. i play for fc barcelona.”

you blink, the words not quite sinking in right away. 

“wait. are you serious?”

“dead serious,” she replies, laughing softly at your reaction. she pulls out her phone and flips through some pictures before holding one up, showing herself in a barcelona training kit at what looks like her first training session.

“that’s… that’s incredible,” you say, genuinely in awe.

“i mean, i’m not the biggest soccer fan, but i know enough to understand how huge that is.”

she chuckles, looking almost shy. “not a big football fan? i need to take you to a game someday– but yeah it’s a big deal, i guess,” she shrugs. 

“i think being a nurse might actually be cooler.”

“absolutely not,” you say, laughing. 

“you’re living the dream for so many people. besides, i only moved here a week ago, and you already sound more established than i am.”

she shrugs, clearly a little bashful but appreciative of your compliments. 

“still, you’re doing something meaningful every day. you know, helping people.”

“i guess we both are, in a way,” you say, realizing you feel surprisingly comfortable around her. it’s only been a few minutes, yet you feel like you could stay here chatting with her all day.

you look around her apartment, noticing the soccer cleats on a shoe rack near the open closet door. they’re neatly placed next to a few pairs of sneakers, and you can’t help but think how fitting it is. 

almost every girl in europe played football if they weren’t buried in university work, you figured, so it hadn’t been a huge surprise to hear she played. still, learning she’s actually a professional? that’s something else.

“do you live alone here?” kika asks, breaking the silence.

you nod. 

“yeah, just me. it’s a bit quiet sometimes, but being in a big city… i don’t know. it just felt right.”

she leans forward, her eyes softening. 

“barcelona can be a little intimidating at first, but i think you’re going to love it here. especially if we can keep having hangouts like this.”

“same here,” you say, feeling a warm buzz of excitement. 

“i was kind of hoping i’d find someone cool in the building.”

she laughs, the sound filling the space with a kind of brightness. 

“well, looks like you got lucky then,” she teases, nudging your arm lightly.

before you know it, your phone buzzes with an alarm, snapping you out of the moment. it’s your reminder to start getting ready for the gym, and you glance down with a sigh, realizing you have to go.

“i’d better head out,” you say, standing up reluctantly.

kika follows you to the door, and just as you’re about to leave, she surprises you with a warm hug. it catches you off guard, but you hug her back, feeling a little spark in the embrace.

as you pull back, she looks at you with a hopeful smile. 

“hey, would you maybe want to grab lunch together? say, wednesday?”

“wednesday sounds perfect,” you say, feeling that warm buzz in your chest again. 

“and, you know, if you ever need anything, just knock on my door.”

“you got it,” she says, grinning. “see you wednesday.”

you give her arm a light squeeze, a soft “see you,” before stepping out into the hallway. 

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[vomittedsoap]

How characters in AMC The Terror would drink their coffee (/morning drink)

John Franklin: Black, your grandpa's instant Kirkland brand coffee. Either that or 7/11 big gulp that smells like motor oil and piss. Owns a "world's best boss" mug but uses it as a pen cup.

Francis Crozier: black (with whiskey). Jopson makes it for him in one of those plaid Thermos or green old-fashioned Stanley.

James Fitzjames: he takes Starbucks and Dutch Bros very seriously. Big fan of a chai latte as well. Anything with cinnamon sprinkled on it. (insert Larry David Latte joke from Crozier)

Blanky: Same as Crozier but with some sugar and cream

Jopson: owns a French Press that he uses to make Crozier's coffee, drinks his with just a LITTLE sugar but a lot of milk. Also likes espresso sometimes. Drank from a simple white cup or whatever's available.

Hodgson: uses Jopson's French Press (and lost the lid one time). Adds CoffeeMate flavored creamer, pumpkin spice is his fave but hazelenut is fine. Really enjoys stupid mugs so most of the mugs on the Terror belong to him. His favorite is the Rainforest Cafe frog one.

Little: a double-quad-shot of espresso in a Solo Cup means nothing to him. But alas he drinks it anyways. Such is life. Sometimes will have a coffee in Hodgson's mug with a picture of a kitten and puppy playing on it.

Irving: insane amounts of sugar and milk, but will never admit it. One time a shipmate accidentally mistook it for his and instantly spat it out. Irving claimed he didn't know whose it was. The mug changes but says his favorite is the one with John3:16 on it (but actually he covets the Rainforest Cafe frog mug).

Goodsir: actually he's an herbal tea guy. Likes chamomile or things with rose/lavender. Brews them in a mug Hodgson gave him that had some dumb science pun on it, a gift for which he's unnecessarily thankful.

Stanley: black. No fun allowed.

Tozer: regular coffee with french vanilla creamer. Normal.

Hickey: Panera lemonade that kills you. Also takes sips from Crozier, Tozer, or Irving's drinks when they're not looking. ("if you have a milkshake... and I have a milkshake... and I have a straw; see? Watch it. My straw reaches across the room... and starts to drink your milkshake: I... drink... your... milkshake!")

Gibson: doesn't like coffee, but is a big fan of coffee-flavored things.

Collins: espresso with lead and an extra side of lead (with whipped cream)

Silna: Haznelnut latte with which to take her ibuprofin. Lord knows she needs it. Drinks from a baby-blue Stanley Goodsir gave her.

[somewhere-in-the-rain]

The Empyrean as New Girl gifs

Nick Miller is an icon and New Girl x Empyrean is one of my favourite things ever

Xaden when Violet throws daggers at his head

Violet and Rhiannon watching Garrick and Xaden sparring

Violet figuring out how the conquer the Gauntlet (or trying to)

Violet when she kissed Xaden for the first time

Violet after kissing Xaden for the first time

Violet finding out about the venin

The Marked Ones at Resson

Violet getting drunk on lavender lemonade

The Squad pretending to drink the signet-blocking elixir

Violet illegally borrowing books from the Archives

“That trick you mentioned? You know, with the fingers? Thanks.”

Imogen and Rhiannon:

Bonus: me when I see whitewashed Xaden fan art

Somewhat inspired by this post and also several reels I’ve seen on Instagram (don’t come after me, I have TikTok now)

[ahollowgrave]

-- Odette Hollows [B A S I C S]

B A S I C S

Name: Odette Hollows Nicknames: None commonly used. Yein calls her their ‘Moonlit Friend’ and Marlow refers to her by title; Sister. I don’t know if any of these are ‘nicknames.’ Age: Early Twenties Nameday: 9th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon Race: Mostly Hyur; technically Ashkin. Gender: CIS Female Orientation: Demi Lesbian Profession: Nun Errant, Psychopomp, Shepherd

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Strands of spun moonlight are cropped just past her jawline; styled with a few braids with occasional charms or ribbons woven throughout. Likely her most recognizable feature. In dark enough settings, it can shed low light.   Eyes: Like frozen pools; her right eye is a sharp blue, and her left is a clear lavender.  Skin: Ghostly pale, dotted with occasional beauty marks.  Tattoos/scars: Graced with stretch marks but beyond that no notable scars. 

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unknown to her, deceased. Perfectly nice people who, through no fault of their own, died. Siblings: N/A Grandparents: Unknown to her, deceased. Also perfectly nice people.  In-laws and Other: A great-many-times-over Aunt named Odile. A not-so-nice person.  Pets: Rou, a large Karakul who often travels with Odette. Three ewes: Pomme, Poire, and Peche.

S K I L L S

Abilities: - Odette is a beacon to lost souls, ghosts, and spirits. They flock to her and under the umbrella of her influence their forms are altered into that of moths. They cling to her, calling for aid which she lends as best she can. Odette is a psychopomp, she guides the dead without judgment. She can see, hear, and otherwise interact with these lost and stuck souls. She has a custom job fusion of WHM (Conjury)/PLD.

- A strong defensive fighter, Odette prefers her shield and conjurer’s cane to the sword that hangs at her side. She wields her shield well, trusting in it fully to keep herself and her loved ones safe. When she plants her cane, the river rises. 

- Kulning is an ancient form of herding calls used over long distances. Odette learned the skill in her youth and uses it still, calling in her small flock of Karakul at her home. Is this important enough to put here? Probably not, it’s just an additional fun fact! For you!

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, knitting (badly), and exploration. She also plays piano and harp.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: The warmth of her personality, her willingness to meet and love people as they are and as they change. Her curiosity about the people around her.  Most Negative Trait: Her inability to trust herself, her eagerness to trust others above herself. People don’t care for the stealing, either.

L I K E S

Colors: Blues, Purples, Silver, and a pop of red.  Smells: Rich, damp soil; Cedar; sun-ripened peaches; sweet, warm vanilla. Textures: The warmth of hand-spun wool, wood worn smooth with use, the delicate touch of petals against skin. Drinks: Hot chocolate with marshmallows and butterscotch, lemonade infused with different fruits and flowers. 

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not cigarettes. Drinks: No.  Drugs: Yes, pretty heavily. She cannot sleep so she takes drugs to sort of  ‘float’ in a resting state. It doesn’t work but it is better than nothing.  Mount Issuance: Odette is not insured to ride anything. She walks most places, or takes ferries and airships where she can. She owns a Chocobo, named Beauty, who was gifted to her by her friend None. Most of the time if she is riding, she rides Rou, her most loyal Karakul.  Been Arrested: No, but she should have been.

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Choose

Summary: New York City life gets a little lonely until you have too many choices

Pairings: timothee chalamet x F!reader, Austin Bütlér x F!reader

Warnings: honestly expect pure filth. Mmf but the males are straight and don't interact

Word count: 2,925

Authors note: it's been a while and this may or may not be loosely based on a random detailed dream I had the night before last also please know I'm not usually a smut writer and it's been ages so bare with me please

The dim lit bar was roaring with voices as the rush hour for bars came. You regretted letting your friend talk you into coming out. You would much rather be sitting on your couch with a fantasy novel and a cup of lavender tea, but your best friend and roommate was persistent. “See! Lavender vodka cocktails! I told you you could still get lavender tea!” She pulled you by your wrist to the bar. This was one of the many popular bars in New York so you had to squeeze between shoulders to even reach the counter. “You know it's not the same thing, right? It's important for me to know that you know that,” you questioned your friend with a brow raised, she threw her hair over one shoulder and rolled her eyes. Instead of responding she just ordered a lavender vodka lemonade for you and a planters punch for herself.

“Just don't leave me tonight. I didn't feel like coming but if you leave me alone this is the last time,” you sternly state as you wait for your drinks. After people had their orders in, the crowd around the bar became smaller and people were now gathered around tables and leather couches. The bar theme was modern chic. Crystal dim lighting, black leather couches around marble tables. You and your roommate definitely could not afford to drink here, especially on a regular basis, but she insisted that the only way to find a decent man was in high end bars. Not that you were looking.

“It will be fun! Go find a table, I'll wait for the drinks,” she instructed, clearly scouting the crowd. You pushed off of your elbows and looked around for an empty table. It was no surprise when every table and couch were full. You found an empty spot on a wall and leaned up against it.

“This should cheer you up, I got that guy to pay for our drinks,” meg, your roommate and best friend, handed you your glass and nodded towards a blonde man in an army green jacket who was staring in their direction. He had a nice smile and tilted his glass to Meg with a wink. It was painfully obvious that you were going to be left alone at some point tonight. “go for it,” you sighed. She shook her head, her red hair swaying with every turn, “he can wait for it. I need to let the anticipation build. For now, let's talk about your day, drink up and dance.” There wasn't much to dance to as today's rap hits played low level. “my day is never as interesting as yours. I just work at an unknown radio station. You're the celebrity photographer,” you say with a bit of laughter.

“You're just getting your start. Besides I'm just the photographer for BuzzFeed. it's my start too. But okay,” she began talking about the shoot she had just done for the cast of the Dune series. Meg was good about making the biggest celebrities sound like just a group of co-workers. The Dune cast had some of the biggest names in Hollywood but here she was talking about how Batista couldn't stay serious the entire shoot.

You moved on to her plans next week to shoot a rom com cast on Monday when a group walked into the bar and heads were turning from every direction. “meg, isn't thats the Dune cast,” you pointed out the obvious. You tried to keep your composure as Timothee chalamet was your biggest celebrity crush and he was walking in the doors. People brought out there phones and snapped a few pictures with it being a high class bar in New York City, it wasn't a huge deal.

Meg smiled wide and waved at the group. They spotted her and waved back as they began walking towards us. “what up?” Timothee shouted playfully as he hugged Meg. “If we had known you were coming to the same bar when you said you were going out later, we could have just left the office together!” Zendaya laughed giving Meg a one armed hug. Meg pointed to me, “this one needed a Friday night out so I had to stop home anyways.”

Florence smiled, “I needed to change anyways. That was probably one of the most fun shoots I've had for an interview though. Can we buy you girls drinks?” Florence looked to you and put her hand gently on your shoulder, “I'm so sorry, I'm Florence what's your name?” You told the group your name and Zendaya was laughing wrapping her arm around Florence, “yeah Flo she was standing herebthe whole time and we didn't even ask her name. No wonder people think celebrities are rude as hell. I'm Z this is Timothee and Austin.” You waved smiling, “it's nice to meet you all. I promise I'm not the loser I just sounded like I just prefer staying home.” They all nodded. Florence laughed, “I feel that heavily. Alright let's get some drinks at the bar and come back. the waiters here are too busy.”

While the cast walked off to get their drinks, a Waitress brought us two drinks we didn't order, the same ones we had as a first round. “they're from that gentlemen. Don't worry I prepared them and came right back this way,” she winked, obviously referring to how awful the world was. Meg blushed, her blue eyes wandering over to the blonde man from earlier. He was looking adoringly at her, blushing, he smiled and took a drink of his.

The group came back with their assortment of drinks in hand. After a few short minutes of sharing fun memories of the photoshoot earlier, Meg took a step back from your now formed circle, “you have no idea how much I want to stay and chat but I've been working on that,” she motioned to the blonde man, “for the past hour and I think it's time I stop his longing and say hi. You guys are amazing. Glad you're here to keep my bestie entertained, if you want of course okay bye!” She rambled, took a deep breath, and smoothly turned around with a look of curiosity.

“Shes good,” Florence complimented with a smile of approval and admiration. “so, where are you from?” Timothee immediately asked after taking a shit of his dark and smokey. His green eyes were fixed on yours, seemingly genuinely interested as one of his brows was up. You told him, and without hesitation asked another question, “what brings you to the city?” You didn't want to tell him the entire story about how you are a 24 year old divorcee so you just said work. “I wouldnt think someone who looks like you would be doing radio. A face like yours deserves to be seen,” Austin suddenly chimed in, saying the first words he's said all night. You blushed. Anyone would at those words spoken with his deep raspy voice.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from showing your blushing. You took a sip of your drink. “Oh come on Austin you started off too strong,” Timothee chuckled. You didn't know what was happening. Zendaya and Florence burst out with laughter before wrapping one arm around each other, “too much testosterone. (Y/n) we will be over here people watching if you find this,” Zendaya used her hand to motion the guys, “disturbing.” Then they walked away. Both guys took a step forward, causing your to take a step back, placing your back against the wall. They were standing in front of you just a ruler length away.

You felt nervous. A tingling sensation overcame your stomach among other places. “do you guys have a bet or something?” You didn't want to fall for it if it was some joke. They were two of the biggest celebrities at this time and they were seemingly coming onto you. Both with girlfriends. “yeah, a bet of who could bring home the most beautiful woman in the room,” Austin stated, looking into your eyes intensely. The bar suddenly felt like a heater was turned up. You held your composure. “You both have girlfriends if the news sources are correct,” you retorted. They shook their heads, “PR” they said simultaneously. They could be lying. It was almost as if they read your mind, contracts between manages about it. Weird they just have it ready but they most likely had to do it often.

You played it cool and finished your drink without saying a word, or tasting it as you chugged it. “I'm going to grab another drink, go check on Meg and go home. You two can decide who is coming with me,” you would never have had the confidence to say the last part without liquid courage. Good thing you were at a bar. You walked between them as if they were saloon doors and tried your best not to look back. You saw Zendaya and Florence applauding and nodding with approval. Zendaya even pumped her fist mouthing “hell yeah.”

You leaned both of your elbows against the bar and flagged down the bartender. You ordered a long island iced tea with a lemon and a lavender garnish. You were going to need all the confidence you could muster up. However you could.

You told the bartender you would be back for it after freshening up. You walked swiftly to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You regretted not going for a bit of a glam look but your “clean girl aesthetic” makeup would have to do. You looked to the other woman in the mirror who was fixing her mascara. Your expression must have been easy to read because she smiled big saying, “girl I got you!” The raven haired woman who looked at least 5 inches taller than you, reached into her clutch and pulled out a mini contour kit. “I saw you talking to the cast of Dune? Do you know them?” She questioned. You shook your head, “my best friend, practically sister does.” The woman brushed some highlight powder lightly across your cheeks,” Just enough to make some features pop, you don't want to change too much because it will look like you changed for them since they've already seen you.” she closed the kit, “good luck you are my hero.” She fixed my sweater so that it drapes over one shoulder, taking my academia look up a notch since my flowy long skirt couldn't be helped.

You weren't in the bathroom long because your drink was just being made when you got back to the counter. You took your drink and looked for Meg. Thankfully she was still there, giggling and caressing the mans bicep. She definitely wasn't coming home alone tonight. You walked over and dipped your drink, “I didn't want to interrupt but I'm headed home will you be okay?” You waited for the code word in case of danger, it never came. “I think we might stay out a bit. This is Taron. Taron this is, (y/n). Please stay out with us! You might meet someone!” She was glowing. Whatever this guy was saying to her was the cause of said glow. You smirked, shaking your head, “who said I'm going home alone?” Megs brows raised and she nodded, “okay go ahead.” She hugged you then whispered, “proud of you.” You took a breath and walked back to the guys. They were chuckling but stopped and went back to having swagger or as the kids would call it these days “rizz” which you learned meant charisma.

“Did you decide?” You lifted a brow, finishing your drink. They looked at each other and nodded as if they had some agreement. Austin took a step forward and leaned over to whisper in your ear, his low tone making a shiver to down your spine, “we actually couldn't decide.” Timothee stepped forward, Austin not moving, and leaned over to whisper in your other ear, “so let us both have you. Tonight. Then you will decide which one of us can take you to a dinner tomorrow night.” The last sentence was a demand and it sent your body into a frenzy but you kept your composure. You didn't say anything, you took a step back, put your glass on the counter and kept walking towards the door. You turned around before you got out of ear shot as they were both shrugging off disbelief they were rejected. But they weren't.

“Well? You boys coming or do I have to take care of myself after that?” They both perked up immediately and were practically tripping over their own feet as they said their goodbyes to Z and Flo.

You all stumbled out of the bar. Someone must have alerted the paparazzi and some fans, probably via deuxmoi, because there were cameras flashing outside the bar and you all stopped every few steps for them to take selfies with some fans. Austin finally said to the fans, “sorry guys, we are trying to catch up with an old friend tonight but we will be around tomorrow if we didn't manage to get to you.” we walked swiftly into the nearby metro station, “we are going to our hotel right?” Timmy asked as they managed to keep their heads down going down the steps. “no,” you shook your head, “you don't need to impress me with your 5 star hotels. It's already happening. My place is two blocks away.” They shrugged and followed you to your apartment, keeping their heads down as much as possible.

You reached your two bedroom small apartment quickly and kicked your boots off at the door. They followed suit. “your room, gorgeous?” Austin pointed to the door that had stickers of book titles all over the door. You nod once as he grabs your wrist and leads you slowly to your door timothee following you both and locking your bedroom door behind himself.

Timmy didn't hesitate to move your hair away from your neck and trail kisses down your neck and to your shoulder that was exposed on the one side. Austin gripped your face with his hand gently and kissed you passionately with just the right amount of tongue. Timmys hands went under your sweater, lifting it from your body, breaking your kiss with Austin briefly. When Austin's lips returned to yours his hand was gripping your hair now, you were getting weak in the knees.

Timothee used one ringed finger to trace the outline of your torso and gripped your breasts from under your bra before releasing them using his other hand. Timmy reached his head around you to place a breast in his mouth and push Austin away in one motion. He got down on his knees before you and slowly pulled your skirt and thong off in one go. “Bed. Now,” Austin demanded. He pulled his shirt off and Timmy followed suit. You lay on the bed, your ass aligned with the edge and Austin quickly found his way between them, trailing soft, ticklish kisses down your thighs in a teasing manner. Timmy began unbuttoning his own pants as Austin worked his tongue around your clit. You arched your back and moaned in pleasure with your hand gripping Austin's hair. Timothee got on the bed and kissed you passionately.

“Suck it for me?” Timmy smiled, his bedroom eyes arousing you. You nod and Austin grabs your hips, flips you around and has you in doggy style. He still works his tongue as you place Timothee into your mouth. Timothee groans and Austin inserts himself into you, slowly, teasingly for the first few thrusts. Then hard, causing you to scream in pleasure then slow again.

The two take turns on you, sometimes just watching you with the other but neither interacting with each other minus a few compliments and “damn bro she's loving this” comments. Two men so comfortable with their own sexuality made them even more attractive to you.

When you finished, you realized an hour and a half had passed. Austin lay on your bed staring at the ceiling repeating “wow” and “incredible” timothee pulling his boxers back on. Austin looked like he needed a breath so naturally, “timothee?” You beconed as you stood at your bathroom door naked, “shower with me?” he ripped his shorts off and joined you.

“Decided who you wanted to go to dinner with?” Timmy smirks the next morning, assuming he was the clear winner in his own head. You hadn't decided yet. They both slept on the floor. “leave your numbers on that notebook and I'll call one of you later,” you instructed. The both wrote their numbers down and you all walked out to your kitchen. Meg was sitting there drinking her coffee, which caused you to turn bright red. The guys were blushing too. “‘morning,” timothee blushed and waved to meg. She looked surprisingly well rested and didn't have the blonde with her.

“It was nice seeing you again,” Austin spoke to meg, his cheeks bright red as you moved towards the door. They put their shoes on and you let them out. “you'll actually call right?” Timothee asked with a nervous smile. “I guess you'll see,” you stated before closing the door and joining meg at the counter. “im seeing Taron for a proper date tonight but you…you have some explaining to do,” she stated while pouring your coffee.

[eywaseclipse]

Sully Coffee Orders Headcanon ☕️

Jake: literally had to drink sewer water crap coffee back on earth so he’s simple. straight black cup of Joe and he doesn’t complain. Neytiri likes to get them matching drinks sometimes and he’ll drink whatever’s in the cup. He tried out an americano once but as soon as he found out it had water in it he said it was “ the most unpatriotic drink ever to exist”

Neytiri: she likes drinks that are slightly sweet, but not too sweet. She also has to get everything organic and homemade, they’re going to the local coffee shops and spending more money but she doesn’t want her children drinking “poison” She likes an iced matcha latte with lavender syrup and less ice. (She knows she’ll get more bang for her buck this way) she likes to try out all the kid’s drinks to make sure their orders are right. She’s not afraid to point it out to the baristas even if she’s a little rude.

Kiri: she’s always trying out new recipes from Pinterest. Depending on what mood she’s in she likes to switch it up everyday. She goes through hyperfixations like any teen. She loves an iced oat milk latte with a little bit of cinnamon. When she’s feeling broody she’ll do a cold brew to appear “deep” and when she’s at home she makes a ceremonial matcha

Neteyam: he’s simple with his order too. He hates sweet drinks so he likes a good drip coffee, nitro cold brew, and occasionally a cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso for a little zap

Lo’ak: he’s not allowed to drink coffee… but he does it anyway. He’s drinking the equivalent of a Red Bull. He likes sugar and caffeine and not even Neytiri can control him from bouncing off the walls.

Tuk: she loves a pink drink or blueberry lemonade. She will absolutely sneak sips of Jake or Neytiri’s drinks especially in the car when they’re not looking and she’s in the back seat. The sudden bursts of energy are usually an indicator that she had more of Jake’s.

[andromeda-nova-writing]

Summer Afternoons

Fem!Reader Words: 636

AN: I found an old WIP that I managed to finish. I'm also playing around with fic format styles so let me know if there's anything you think looks good with formatting. I'm curious.

Thoma sat outside on the stairs of the Kamisato estate facing the garden. He had a small basket filled with yarn next to him with knitting needles in hand. It may have been summer, but it was a surprisingly cool day. The afternoon sun was shining on his skin providing warmth that made the summer day perfect to be outside to him.

He had been working with the yarn for at least a half-hour giving him a good start on his project. He had been enjoying the sounds of birds that had been flying by during his break. The estate had been cleaned to perfection leaving nothing for him to do.

He listened to the footsteps of the guards walking back and forth creating almost a melody. A pair of footsteps walking against the wood of the stairs interrupted the melody as they approached him. It was stopped by the sound of a person sitting down on the stairs next to him opposite his basket.

“Hi.” A voice greeted him.

Thoma looked up from his project and saw Y/N next to him. She carried a tray with glasses of lemonade topped with plenty of ice and two plates of cut-up lavender melons. “I've seemed to make way too much. Want some? I've already put off as much as I could onto both Kamisatos.”

“I was thinking about grabbing some after I got far enough with this.” He held up the project he had been working on.

Y/N sat on the stairs next to him placing the tray between them. “What's it going to be?”

“I got a package from my mom and she saw some yarns that she thought I would like. I'm just making a blanket for myself. Figured it would be the closest I would get to having a hug from her.” He explained.

“I'm glad you're making something for yourself for once. You would benefit from being a bit more selfish every now and then.”

He laughed. “My mother had sent a letter with the package and she said if I made something to give away with this yarn she would find a way to tell me something similar.” Even though he knew his mom wasn't serious, it was tempting to do. As much as he loved Inazuma, Mondstadt was his childhood hood. It's where his mother lived and he missed her dearly.

“Well, next time you send her a letter you can tell her that someone here is also trying to make sure you're a little selfish every now and then.” Y/N smiled. “We can even get a picture of you wrapped in the blanket to send to her.”

“That would be nice.” It was an offer he was willing to take up. His mom had very much been one to ask for pictures of him since she couldn't see her ‘baby boy’.

She moved the drink and plate of fruit off of the tray for him before grabbing the tray. “I'm excited to see how the blanket comes out. As nice as it is out here, I do have a book that's inside calling my name.”

“Oh, what's it about?”

“It's something Ayaka has been begging me to read.” The step creaked as she stood up with the tray.

“I think I know which one you're talking about. It's good. I think you'll like it.” The metal of the knitting needles began clicking as he started working with the yarn as the two of them talked.

“I've gotten about a hundred pages in and I'm beginning to question why I put it off for so long.”

Thoma laughed. “Don't let me keep you from it any longer then.”

“It's no harm. Maybe one of these days I'll come and sit out here with you as I read.”

“I would like that.”

[fheythfully]

— B A S I C S

Name: Satella Grace Nicknames: Elle, Ellie Age: around 27, still working on my timeline Nameday: 28th sun of the second umbral moon (4.28, we share a birthday) Race: hyur Gender: female Orientation: bisexual Profession: warrior of light, adventurer

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: gold/strawberry blonde, kept long and she switches between having bangs and no bangs. she loves braids and bows. Eyes: light blue. Skin: slightly tanned especially in warmer month, with very faint freckles across her nose and shoulders Tattoos/scars: no tattoos, wip on scars!

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Theodora (mother, of a Sharlayan family able to trace their roots to the Archons) and Nadir (deceased, second son of a wealthy merchant family from Ala Mhigo that is now wiped out and scattered) Siblings: two half-siblings, twins, named Serah and Noel Grandparents: none living who are blood related, but considers her uncle's mother to be the closest she has In-laws and Other: Flora (maternal aunt) who took her in and raised her since she was 10, and her husband, Frederick Pets: Io, her white chocobo

— S K I L L S

Abilities: she's an accomplished and talented mage in both offensive and healing magic; she especially has a penchant for conjury and was secretly granted the robes and crystal of the White Mage right before the start of ARR. She is also being trained as a monk by Lyse. Hobbies: reading (especially romance novels), adventuring, gardening, trying out new food/being a foodie in general

�� T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: courageous, protective, self-assured Most Negative Trait: judgemental, vengeful, secretive

— L I K E S

Colors: soft blue and pink, lavender Smells: honey, lavender, the ocean Textures: silk, linen Drinks: tea, strawberry lemonade

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: no Drinks: socially yes Drugs: no Mount Issuance: Io, Fenrir, her Amaro named Somna, a white griffin she named Nyneve Been Arrested: wip but I don't think so.....

Tagged by: @aethergazing and @khaiens thank you! Tagging: @aethernoise @ahollowgrave @iron-sparrow + anyone who'd like to participate!

[foxes-that-run]

Taylor Swift’s Telltale Heart - Vanity Fair

By Nancy Jo Sales March 15, 2013 (x)

Swift’s friend said that the Styles situation is completely misrepresented in the media. This young woman claimed that Styles “chased” Swift for a year: “He wore her down.” And then, last spring, she said, there was a weekend “where they got really close, and he was all, like, ‘You’re amazing—I want to be with you. I want to do this.’

[...]

Girls, hosts Tina Fey and Amy Poehler mounted the stage with drinks in hand, making light of their disappointment by appearing bitter and drunk. “Everyone’s getting a little loose now that we’re all losers,” Poehler joked. “Congratulations, Lena,” said Fey. “I’m glad we got you through middle school.” The camera cut to Dunham shaking with laughter and clutching her gold statuette. “It’s getting sloppy in here, everybody,” Fey went on. “Look at how drunk Glenn Close is.” Close played along, simulating delirium tremens. And then: “You know what, Taylor Swift,” said Fey, shaking a finger. “You stay away from Michael J. Fox’s son.”

The joke wouldn’t have worked without the audience being aware of Swift’s highly scrutinized romantic life, the stuff of tabloid obsession. The 23-year-old music mega-star has dated some of the entertainment world’s most visible bachelors (Jake Gyllenhaal, Taylor Lautner, John Mayer, Joe Jonas), only to write chart-topping songs about how they allegedly broke her heart—or she theirs. She made $57 million last year and has become one of the best-selling female recording artists in music history, all while gaining sweet revenge. So the zinger hit home, and the audience exploded with laughter, and, as if it were middle school all over again, some went “Ooooooh.”

“Or go for it, or go for it,” Poehler interjected as the camera cut to a grinning Michael J. Fox (whose handsome 23-year-old son, Sam, was this year’s “Mr. Golden Globe”). “No,” said Fey. “She needs some ‘me’ time to learn about herself.” That got another big laugh. In gossip news that week: Swift had allegedly been left by Harry Styles, the then 18-year-old lead moppet of the British boy band One Direction and her boyfriend of a few months.

Swift, who had also lost that night, for best original song (she was nominated along with John Paul White, Joy Williams, and T Bone Burnett for “Safe and Sound,” from The Hunger Games), to Adele (who won for “Skyfall,” from the James Bond film), was in the ladies’ room at the time. So she didn’t hear the sound of everybody who was anybody in Hollywood laughing at her for allegedly having her heart broken all over again. It was the kind of thing that happens in a Taylor Swift song: nice girl gets made fun of by mean girl while powdering her nose, then goes home and writes a song about it—which becomes a No. 1 hit.

When asked by Access Hollywood a week later if she was afraid that Swift would write a song about her, Fey said, “I hope so. I would love it!” And maybe she will. When we were discussing that moment at the Golden Globes, and mean girls in general, Swift just smiled and said, “You know, Katie Couric is one of my favorite people because she said to me she had heard a quote that she loved”—from former secretary of state Madeleine Albright—“that said, ‘There’s a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women.’ ”

[...]

We had dinner—chicken sandwiches and lavender lemonade ordered in from one of her favorite spots—at her dining table, which sits cozily alongside her open kitchen. She kept using the word “situation”—she spoke of a “drama situation” and a “guy situation”—and I asked her if “situation” was now a “thing.” “Could I be paving the way for ‘situation’?” she joked. “I think so,” I said. “This situation is amazing,” she said. She was funny.

And then our conversation turned to the Golden Globes. “I was just sort of like, Oh well, you know, I can laugh at myself,” Swift said. “But what it ended up adding to was this whole kind of everyone jumping on the bandwagon of ‘Taylor dates too much’—which, you know, if you want some big revelation, since 2010 I have dated exactly two people.” Conor Kennedy and Harry Styles. “And the fact that there are slide shows,” she said, “of a dozen guys that I either hugged on a red carpet or met for lunch or wrote a song with but I apparently was, quote unquote, ‘linked’ to them—it’s just kind of ridiculous.”

[...]

She has a point. Joe Jonas is no stranger to dating (Camilla Belle, Ashley Greene, Demi Lovato), nor is Jake Gyllenhaal (Reese Witherspoon, Natalie Portman, Kirsten Dunst) or John Mayer (too many to list). Even Harry Styles, who’s only 19, has been seen around with plenty of girls (and older women, including 33-year-old British TV presenter Caroline Flack). But nobody calls them the kinds of names that get thrown at Swift. “They’re ‘playboys,’ ” Swift says wryly. “They’re ‘having fun.’ ”

She won’t go into personal details about any of her relationships—it’s one of her rules—but she does authorize someone who knows her well to discuss them with me. The fact that this information—once the purview of Seventeen and Tiger Beat—now counts as actual “news” is perplexing, but here we go:

Swift’s friend said that the Styles situation is completely misrepresented in the media. This young woman claimed that Styles “chased” Swift for a year: “He wore her down.” And then, last spring, she said, there was a weekend “where they got really close, and he was all, like, ‘You’re amazing—I want to be with you. I want to do this.’ ” Soon after that, when Styles was on tour in Australia with One Direction, he allegedly texted Swift to alert her to a picture of himself on the Internet “kissing a friend good-bye,” but said, “It’s no big deal.” When Swift searched online for the picture, however, she found that they were “making out like with their hands all up in each other’s hair.”

A rep for Styles, Benny Taranti at Columbia Records, called all of Swift’s friend’s claims “undeniably false.”

Swift ended the relationship, continued her friend, after which Styles allegedly pursued her for the better part of a year, professing his devotion and promising never to stray again. “So then they got back together, but the whole time she says she feels like he’s looking at every girl and thinking about hooking up with every girl.” And then, when they were in London sometime in the last few months, the boy-band balladeer allegedly “disappears one night and after that it was like he just didn’t want to keep going.” Now, said the friend, he is allegedly texting Swift “again nonstop, like ‘Where are you? Call me. Are you back?’ ”

At the Grammys in February, Swift made headlines again by seeming to reference Styles during her performance of “We Are Never Getting Back Together”: “So he calls me up and he’s like, ‘I still love you,’ ” she said with what seemed to be an English accent. “And I’m like, ‘I’m sorry, I’m busy opening up the Grammys.’ ”

I asked Swift’s friend if she found it odd that Swift’s last two relationships had been with such young men—teenagers, actually. Conor Kennedy, the son of Robert F. Kennedy Jr., was just 17, technically jailbait, and a senior at Deerfield Academy when they started seeing each other last summer. The friend said that Conor was “just like a two-month thing,” and that Swift “says he was awesome,” although his youthfulness did prove to be an issue. “It was like a pendulum for her, swinging back and forth. She dated Jake [Gyllenhaal] and John [Mayer] when she was really young and they were in their 30s, and she got really hurt. So it was like ‘That hurt—this won’t hurt.’ But then it did.”

[...]

[siempre-bucky]

Could I request number 11 from list 1 with Hangman, please? 💙

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: a young Jake literally falls for the girl of his dreams showing her around his family's ranch.

eleven: falling head over heels in love

wc: 1.1k

a/n: I hope you like it!!

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Fanboy was the first to notice the dried flowers in delicate glass frames that were hung neatly on the wall. Phoenix came up next, spiked lemonade in her hand, and recognized the pink rose from your wedding bouquet. Payback slid another drink into Mickey’s hand and studied frames in your new home. “Yo, Jake,” He called out, twisting to look back at him, “What’s this one?” He pointed to a tried sprig of lavender with his beer bottle. 

Your friend's eyes turned to your husband and you smiled at the pink blush dusting his tan cheeks. “Well,” he sighed, dawning a signature Seresin smirk, “that’s from the day we met.”  

Years ago, before the medals, muscles, and jet fuel, Jake was a scrawny little thing helping on his family’s ranch. His father sat at the lace covered kitchen table, reading glasses low on his nose while he sifted through documents. His mother, as if she had a mud radar, turned around as soon as the door closed behind Jake. “Jacob!” She scolded, pointing her wooden spoon at his boots. “You’re trackin’ mud into my house.” 

He looked down and behind, perfect mud footprints on the light brown wood. “Sorry ma,” he apologized, stepping back onto the rug his mom placed just for that purpose and toeing out of his boots. 

“Jake,” his dad chimed in, rubbing his face and watching his son hurry to the fridge to stick his head inside the cold. “That botanist lady’s comin’ round to survey the plants that came up after last month's storm. I want you to join me, it’d be a good experience.” 

Jake grabbed one of the mason jars of lemonade his sister prepared and unscrewed the lid. He groaned quietly at the idea of going back into the Austin sun, he’d been out here all morning and now he was expected to help entertain some plant lady? He had a date with a cold shower and a bar of soap. As he drank, his eyes fell on his father who looked at him stoically. He’d rather not argue. 

“Yeah, alright,” he panted, looking at the now empty jar. 

The two Seresin men walked underneath the large trees and up to the stables, Jake’s frown attached to his lips the entire walk. There stood a taller woman, her long dark hair braided nicely down her back. She looks like a zookeeper in that get up, Jake thought to himself as he tucked his hands in his jeans pockets. He stood by one of the posts holding up the stable awning as his father and the woman shook hands, occupied by the ants marching past him.

They talked for about two minutes before the shaggy blonde grew bored, resulting in him leaning against the old wood. “Mr. Seresin,” the lady beamed, checking behind her. “This is my niece, she’s helping me for the summer. She’s got a true eye for flowers.” 

Jake looked back up, the lilac color of your sundress caught his attention. Oh shit. The way you smiled at his father, the sweet tone of your voice complimenting the ranch, the way you looked in the sun. His balance shifted, his shoulder losing its grip on the post and sending him straight to the ground. “That’s my son Jake,” his father sighed. You bit back a chuckle, holding your book of flowers over your lap. 

Jake quickly picked himself up and dusted himself off, trying to hide the developing blush on his cheeks. “Hi,” he recovered charmingly.

“Mind showin’ our guest those flowers growin’ by the house?” John Seresin knew the look of love when he saw it. Young love made the older man smile. He saw the shy glimmer in your eye as well as his. 

Jake sucked in his lips, but nodded. You followed him close by, not failing to notice how tall he was. “I’m Y/N,” you said shyly. 

“Pleasure to meet you,” he returned, unconfident in his tone. 

“The pleasure’s all mine.” 

His head whipped over to you, his pretty green eyes widened a little at the sudden boldness. Keep it cool, keep it cool. He would be if he wasn’t tripping over his feet, all the rocks were against him. “Shit,” he coughed after almost falling. 

“Are your boots too big or somethin’?” you joked, approaching the house. 

The crimson on his cheeks went a shade darker. He couldn’t believe this! Tripping over some girl like he was a newborn fawn. “You’re funny,” he grimaced. 

“I try,” you giggled. 

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence before reaching the house. Jake was the first to speak, “I think those are the flowers my dad was talking about,” he motioned toward the purple flowers lining the fence. You grinned at the pretty sight and carefully dropped to your knees to inspect them. Jkke sat beside you, careful not to crush the flowers, and leaned back against the fence. 

“Lavandula augustifolia,” you mumbled to yourself, your fingers gently touching the flowers.

 Jake raised an eyebrow, “What?” 

You chuckled and shook your head, “English lavender,” you simplified, “it typically grows in England but Texas can get it too. It’s pretty.” 

Like you, Jake smiled to himself and watched as you studied them and the ground it grew in. Jake carefully plucked one of the sprigs and held it up to you, “For you,” he offered with a shy smile, “it matches your dress.” 

You took the flower and held it to your nose, your eyes never leaving the handsome boy. A warmth went through you as your fingers brushed, his were surprisingly soft and comforting. “Thank you, Jake.” 

“You can take as much as you’d like.” 

You shook your head and opened your book to place the stem of the flower inside for safe keeping, “That’s alright—this one’s my favorite.”  

A round of lovesick awes pulled Jake from his memory, and suddenly he wasn’t at his childhood property anymore surrounded by freshly bloomed flowers. “Go back to getting drunk please,” he hummed sarcastically; he overheard Javy whisper that he’d tell them the story. “Honey,” he turned his attention to you, putting eucalyptus in your vase. 

“Yes, dear,” you smiled. 

“You never did tell me why that one was your favorite.” He slid an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. 

“It wasn’t obvious?” 

“No?” 

Well,” you sighed and leaned into him, “it’s my favorite because a handsome boy that literally fell for me gave it to me.” 

The man rolled his eyes, “I didn’t fall for you,” he defended badly, clearly lying. 

You reached up and kissed his cheek, “Yeah you did,” you hummed. 

He held you close and kissed the top of your head, “Don’t tell anyone.” 

“I won’t, but I think Javy might.” 

Their friends erupted with laughter which made Jake wince, “Fine. I did.”

[rain-world-headcanons-2]

There’s a lot of talk about what foods iterators would like… But I raise you one! What drink would each of the iterators be?

moon: Moon is a defiantly some kind of tea. I think she’d be a butterfly pea flower tea with lavender, milk and honey,

pebbles: Pebbles is a homemade strawberry lemonade that you didn’t add enough sugar too, so it’s very sour, but still very good. Tastes like childhood

suns: warm, Spiced apple cider with a lot of cinnamon

sig: I want to say he’s a monster energy or a Mountain Dew… maybe both?

wind: Wind is this really good Earl grey boba tea I had at this one little hole in the wall shop in my home town

inno: Inno gets a lot of unjustified flack for no good reason, so im giving them a drink that everyone loves in one way or another. Coffee. Inno is coffee. No im not taking any criticism

straw: I want to say holy water so badly, you have no idea. But I’m going to say she’s salt water…. Saline solution.

Ah, the sour fruit drinks of youth. Made with love-

SALINE SOLUTION?? PFHAHA

[garricks4thwingqueen]

Happy New Year With You Dain Aetos X Riorson Reader

Synopsis: An evening out on new years eve. Riorson Reader X Dain Aetos.

Trigger Warnings: None 

Word Count: 1309

 How does one spend a New Years Eve party when they are a second-year rider in the quadrant? An evening in Chantra of course. 

  Y/N POV

    “Oh my god Y/N!!” Imogen squealed as you stepped into her room so your best friend could help you finish your hand makeup for this evening. “What?” You asked as you didn’t think much of your dress and canvas flats. You were never one to get dressed up, well for anything. “What do you mean what!! You look amazing, that black dress hugs you in every right place. Maybe this will be the evening that you and Dain finally seal the deal she said, putting her hands on your shoulders and pushing you down in her desk chair. 

   “Imogen, I have no idea what on earth you're talking about. Plus, when does Dain ever go to Chantra?” “Oh, come on, you two have been sparring between feelings since we started last year. And its New Year's Eve, everyone goes into town.” You sighed as she started to French braid your hair. “Even so, Dain and I could never happen. I'm a Riorson and he's an Aetos.” “It’s clear you two have chemistry and plus everyone knows Luna and Cath are mates.” “Everyone? Imogen Cardullo, who on earth did you tell?” She did have to tell anyone. Cath and I have been mated for decades the whole empyrean knows. Luna said into your mind. 

   She’s right. You heard Dain say into your mind. Right about which part Aetos? I’ll see you at midnight Riorson and we can find out. You rolled your eyes and slammed your shields up not wanting to deal with the entourage of voices in your mind that came with bonded to a mated dragon. You elbowed Imogen as you heard her chuckle behind you. “That mind thing is so weird.” “You have no idea.” You said to her chuckling. 

  “There absolutely beautiful my best friend.” Imogen said as she finished the final touches of your makeup. “Thanks Immi. I guess it isn’t awful getting the whole nine yards done every now and again.” You smirked as she put the finishing touches of green hair dye on the tip of your braid. You always dyed your hair a little bit of green, but now it was perfect because Luna was also a green scorpion tail.  

    A few hours later you and Imogen meet up with your brother Xaden, Bodhi, Garrick, Liam and a few other first years as well as Heaton, Emery and Quinn to head into town. You heard a low whistle come from your brother; “Cardullo what the hell did you do to my sister and where the fuck did, she go?” Xaden said with a smirk on his face. “I can say I completely agree.” Heaton said, wrapping his arm around you. “Heaton back off. She has her mind on someone else.” Imogen said coming up on the same side and knocking his arm off of yours. “Ouch Cardullo!” He said in mock pain as you chuckled at your friends' antics. 

    “And who does my little sister have her eyes on?” Xaden asked, coming up to your other side. “Absolutely no one.” You said with a smirk. “No one? I thought it was me?!” You could hear Ridoc pipe up from behind you. “In your dreams Gamlyn!” Both you and Imogen said at the same time which ended up in a boisterous laughter among the group. 

    An hour later you had several alcoholic Lavender Lemonade drinks into your system. You currently had your arms flung around Garricks neck as you both were dancing to the medieval bar music that was pumping through the tavern. Garrick was never an option for you being Xaden’s best friend and always your brother’s second in command; but that never stopped you two from messing around occasionally. “You should go for it.” “Sorry?” Garrick mumbled. “I mean you and Imogen. It’s New Year's Eve, kiss her.” “What?” Garrick stuttered. “Oh come on Tavis it’s obvious there’s something between you two.” 

   Garrick was saved from an answer as you felt a tap on your shoulder from behind you. You turned around to face Dain Aetos. “Care to dance. Miss Riosron?” Dain asked, holding his hand out. You glanced back at Garrick who gave you a court nod and made his way to the bar.  “Thought you’d never ask Aetos?” You smirked as you wrapped your arms around Dain’s waist as the music changed to a slower song. 

    “I was just waiting for the right moment.” He said tucking your braid behind your ear. “And that would be?” You asked, staring up into his brown eyes. “A slow song close too when the clock is going to strike midnight.” “And why would that be ideal Aetos?” He chuckled softly and gods that was a sound you grew two love over the past almost two years. He smirked before saying “So perhaps that I get to kiss the prettiest girl in the quadrant.”  You blushed.

    You were about to protest and say how you and Dain could never work as you were a Riorson and he was an Aetos; a marked one and a none marked one. However, you were interrupted by the countdown that was filling the bar; you let Dain pull you into his side as you joined into the countdown to the new year; “5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” You felt Dain wrap his strong arms around your waist as he turned you too face him. “Dain.” You breathed looking up into his brown eyes once more as you reached up to run your fingers through his brown hair. Kiss him. You heard Luna playfully chime into your head. You felt dain cup your cheek and let him close the distance that was between the two of you. 

    You ignored the whistles from your brother and group of friends as you melted into Dain’s touch. Dain’s touch which was the best feeling you had felt in the entire world. You could feel his turn seek for entrance into your mouth which you opened up and let him continue to melt into his touch. Truly taking in his scent for the first time which was something that you could find yourself getting lost into forever. He smelled like home, like vanilla and a hint of musk with just a subtle hint of bourbon. “Dain.” You breathed after you both broke through for air. “Y/N” He breathed. “Would you care to start the new year off as officially being my girlfriend?” 

   You couldn’t help but blush as you wrapped your arms tighter around Dain and you couldn’t help but glance down at your rebellion mark on your arm. “I know.” He whispered softly to you. “People are going to talk.” You started to protest. “I know.” He said again. “Ask me if I care Y/N.” “Do you care?” “No.” “You should, what about your father?” “I don’t care, and he can think whatever he wants. Sure, he probably isn’t going to approve of us-” This time you cut him off by reaching up and placing your lips on yours as you both melted into each other's lips again. “Yes.” You breathed softly. “Yes?” He repeated again. “Yes, I’ll be yours.” You said again this time more confidently as you knew for fact you wanted Dain more than you wanted everything in your entire life. You and your brother were rarely ones that got what you wanted, and you weren’t going to let this slip away from you. “Happy new year babe.” Dain said to you softly. “Happy new year baby.” You whispered back, carding your fingers through his brown hair again, completely forgetting that both of you were in the middle of a packed tavern, not wanting this moment to end. 

[starrysnowdrop]

Hali Aloke

Just the Basics

B A S I C S

Name: Hali Aloke

Nicknames: Little Star (Her family’s pet name for her) and Snowdrop (Aymeric’s pet name for her)

Age: 29 as of beginning of Dawntrail

Nameday: 31st Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon (April 29th)

Race: 3/4 Lalafell, 1/4 Hyur; Appears Dunesfolk, but has both Plainsfolk and Dunesfolk blood, along with 1/4 Midlander Hyuran ancestry

Gender: Female, Cis

Orientation: Bisexual/Biromantic, Male Leaning

Profession: Adventurer and Scion of the Seventh Dawn

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Bright, rose pink in color, straight, usually looks somewhat messy in a wide variety of hairstyles

Eyes: Large, wide, expressive seafoam green eyes that shine in the light; glass-like Dunesfolk eyes

Skin: Fair, and absolutely will burn with direct sun exposure for long periods of time

Tattoos/scars: No tattoos; For scars, just small ones here and there over the years from battle

F A M I L Y

Parents: Father is Taito Aloke, a Plainsfolk lalafell aged 50 in ARR, and Mother is Lalani Lani, a 1/2 Dunesfolk lalafell 1/2 Midlander Hyur aged 48 in ARR. Both Taito and Lalani are researchers in Labyrinthos and members of the Sharlayan Forum.

Siblings: None

Grandparents: Nanani Nani, Maternal Grandmother, a Dunesfolk lalafell aged 75 in ARR and Jovian Carraway, Maternal Grandfather, a Midlander Hyur, deceased by ARR. Nanani is a retired Gleaner living in Old Sharlayan and is a widow to Jovian, who was an Astrology Professor at the Studium.

In-laws and Other: All in-laws deceased; Hali has distant relatives in Thanalan that have no current contact with Hali’s close family

Children: None; Will have three children with Aymeric in the distant future

Pets: An alligator named Boudreaux who also serves as Hali’s mount, a crab named Beignet, and Aymeric’s black cat named BonBon.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Astromancy, Divination, Dancing, Singing, Cooking, Fishing, and Botany

Hobbies: Cooking, Fishing, Botany, Swimming, Ice Skating, Going to the Theater, Attending Balls, Dancing, Singing, Reading fairytales and adventure books, and Playing card games

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Hali is hope incarnate. No matter how grim a situation might seem, she wholeheartedly believes that things will get better. She tries to have a smile on her face and spread her positive outlook on life wherever she goes. Hali thinks that her hope is probably the only reason she’s still alive after so many years on the battlefield.

Most Negative Trait: Hali sees the best in everyone except for herself. She’s very insecure about herself, especially in terms of her appearance and her self worth. She doesn’t see that Aymeric could ever possibly love her the way that she loves him, and she doesn’t think she could ever be good enough for him. Even after they are officially together, Hali still struggles with being kind to herself.

L I K E S

Colors: Midnight Blue, Lotus Pink, Pure White, Celeste Green, and Lavender Purple

Smells: Ocean breezes, salty sea air, scent of fresh fallen rain, flowers of any kind, and musky cologne

Textures: Rain and/or snow falling on her skin, warm water, fluffy pillows, warm blankets, soft plushies, and Aymeric’s hands and/or mouth on her skin

Drinks: Strawberry Lemonade, Fruit Smoothies, Boba Tea, Pink Drink, Hot or Iced Chai, Hot Chocolate with lots of marshmallows

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Never

Drinks: Only drinks wine and certain kinds of cocktails, but tries to only drink when she’s not busy with her Scion duties the next day, as she is a lightweight and gets drunk easily.

Drugs: Never

Mount Issuance: Hali was never given a chocobo, because she said she didn’t need one! She always used a magical umbrella that allowed her to float above the ground and fly her to wherever she needed to go. Later on, Hali found her pet alligator Boudreaux on her Island Sanctuary and she rides him most of the time now.

Been Arrested: Yes, Hali was arrested for being a fugitive that snuck back into Old Sharlayan after being banished for helping to bring Sharlayan Astromancy to the Eorzeans. She was found sneaking around Labyrinthos in order to discover the secret project that her parents were hiding from the public at large.

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[slytherhys]

Cruel Summer I

A/N: I would like to apologise simply because I've been in an all-out war with this chapter and it's taken me longer than what I wanted to finish it - I think I've rewritten it over 3 times simply because it never felt right. But I truly hope you guys like the final version and feel motivated enough to keep reading.

Also...she's a big one. 😳

TW: Strong language and eventual explicit content

Prologue - I - II - III

If there was one place in the world where nothing ever seemed to go wrong, it was the Archeron’s summer house, just 6 miles to the south of the city of Adriata.

Ever since they were little girls, driving up to that sunny house on the rocky coast of the city to spend the summer with Nana had felt like the closest thing to heaven a 7-year-old Elain ever knew.

To this day, there was nothing more comforting than the scent of salt and lemons, the sight of walls painted in every possible shade of blue, as if Nana had wanted to capture every single mood of the sea inside her own home. 

Not for the first time, Elain wondered if that was one of the reasons why Nesta had been so adamant on celebrating her engagement party here – for what that old house represented. For the happiness that had brought them through their shaky childhood. As if by being here she could have the comfort of freshly baked goods and worn-out books in her future life – Nana’s blessing, in its own way.

It was at Nana’s house that Feyre had gotten her first canvas, using Nana’s old brushes to paint from morning until late afternoon - the very same brushes that Feyre still kept somewhere in her studio even after all these years. It was where Nesta and Nana had spent entire afternoons reading and drinking fresh lemonade, while Elain sat under the lemon tree and tried to draw all of her favourite flowers in the garden overlooking the sea. Memories of laughter and sorrow, of growing up surrounded by her favourite people seemed to follow as she crossed the empty house and stepped into the terrace. Memories of love and happiness. Whereas she’d usually smile at their comforting presence, today they seemed to mock her.

Elain squinted against the setting sun, the sea breeze ruffling her satin dress against her skin, the salty scent a gentle reminder that she was home. It ought to feel comforting, but try as she may, all Elain felt was the sweat under her arms, the beating of her erratic heart pressing against her ribcage. It was all she could do not to throw up the champagne she had picked up at the entrance – mainly since her stomach seemed to riot at the very thought of seeing him again.  

The terrace was crowded, people Elain had never seen before talking with familiar faces mingling, laughter and chatter a steady sound that played along the soft jazz playing in the background. All around the terrace, fairy lights illuminated the evening sky, creating a sort of romantic ambience that could only be achieved in Adriata in the summer. Food was served, as were glasses of champagne, sangria, and lemonade. People danced, flirted, and chatted, happy to celebrate the love between two of her favourite people.

It was absolutely lovely – it was a shame Elain felt completely out of place.

But it all still felt like a victory – for the first time in six long, lonely months, Elain had finally felt ready face her family and finally stop running away from her own mistakes. So what if that meant spending entirely too much money on a new dress? So what if it meant getting her hair done and spending almost two hours locked inside her hotel bathroom trying to perfect her winged eyeliner?

Sometimes looking good is the best armour, she could almost hear Nana say, her voice raspy and familiar. And she had to agree, albeit a bit reluctantly. As shallow as it was, the thought of not looking her absolute best, of not seeming as happy as she ought to be, made her nauseous. Mainly when he would surely be there.

Hence the 260 dollars spent on a lavender satin dress.

However, as her eyes scanned the crowded terrace, she couldn’t help but wonder if it had all been for naught. She didn’t feel strong – she highly doubted she looked it.

Deep down, she knew there was nothing to be worried about. As far as anyone was concerned, Elain had simply been too busy with her new promotion to come around as much – or at all – so there wasn’t much she needed to explain. She didn’t need to explain the sleepless nights, the hair colour changes, the amount of times that she had opened her store with puffy red eyes and a heavy heart. And all over a man that hadn’t tried to reach out once.

How ridiculous was that?

Feyre and Nesta certainly didn't need to know about all of that. She had already earned enough pity stares and condescending pats on the back once - she hardly needed to prove to them that she was the naive little girl they thought she was.

Even if they were right, Elain thought with a wince.

Maybe coming hadn’t been the best idea, after all. Maybe even with the dress, and the make-up and the therapy sessions, she wasn’t ready to face her family. To face him. Six months didn’t really feel like that long if she really thought about it. And maybe Nesta would forgive her for leaving. Maybe she could later explain that something had come up and-

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were about to bolt out of my engagement party.” Her older sister’s voice interrupted her inner turmoil, making Elain choke on her drink, tearing up as she stared at Nesta. Her sister smiled warmly, her blue eyes taking in Elain’s appearance from head to toe. Elain was relieved to see there was no anger behind them.

Nesta looked stunning – a pretty halter satin dress that wrapped around her curves like that had been the only purpose for its creation. Her long brown hair was up in a bun, the diamond earrings Cassian had given her for Christmas glistening under the fairy lights. Elain smiled, ignoring the wave of memories that threatened to drown her at the sight of that particular gift. It wasn’t the time for that.

If she were lucky, there wouldn’t be a time for that at all.

Elain grinned under Nesta’s intense scrutiny, wrapping her arms around her older sister. “Your engagement party, Nesta.” She said as way of greeting, still not quite believing it was truly happening. “I still can’t believe you're getting married.”

Nesta smiled, eyes going distant for a second. “Sometimes I can't either.”

Nesta and Cassian had butted heads more often than not, but finally seeing them accept the love they obviously had for each other had felt like everything was finally aligning.

She’s finally going to be mine, Ellie. Cassian’s voice had been heavy with emotion on the phone, as if still not entirely sure his words were true.

Elain had cried for hours, feeling like maybe, despite everything they had gone through during their childhood, there was still hope. Both her sisters were happy and loved by incredible men. So what if she was the only one left, as her family members enjoyed remembering her constantly? So what if she could already feel their assessing stare as she stepped away from Nesta’s embrace, as if already planning all the ways they could criticise her or, even worse, set her up with the endless line of single sons her neighbours all seemingly had.

She shuddered, eyes darting away from Aunt Lyla.

“My engagement party.” Nesta pulled away, raising a brow. “The one you’re 20 minutes late to.” She said, and despite the teasing tone to her voice, Elain could still hear the hurt lingering under her words. And could she blame her? It wasn’t like she could exactly explain.

I’m sorry I’m late! I had two mental breakdowns trying to get my makeup right and when I finally did, I cried and made a mess of it, so I had to do it again. Then my body didn’t feel like my own, even as I put on an entirely too expensive dress and shoes that pinch my toes every two steps. And you know why? All because I’m so desperately in love with someone who doesn’t give a shit about me. Because I wanted to look good. I wanted him to regret hurting me.

She highly doubted that sounded sane.

“I’m sorry, I-” she stammered.

“Where are your things?” Nesta eyed her hands – empty except for the empty champagne glass she had been wearing as an emotional support prop. Now, she felt as if maybe she shouldn’t be drinking at all – not with the piercing stare her sister was giving her.

Elain furrowed her brows. “My things?”

“Didn’t Cassian text you?” Nesta asked, walking to the back of the terrace, throwing a look over her shoulder that told Elain she was supposed to follow. And she did without complaint.  

Elain eyed another glass of champagne, wondering if grabbing a second one would be a good idea. “He texted me the address,” Elain frowned as she watched the bar, still following Nesta as they crossed the room. “Not that I needed the reminder of where Nana’s house was, but I appreciated the effort.”

Nesta scoffed slightly, eyes scanning the crowd – probably for her ill-doing fiancé. “I sent him the exact text he needed to send. All he had to do was copy and paste. Even forward the message if that was a little too hard. And still-”

Elain stopped Nesta with a soft touch to her arm. “Hey,” she smiled. “Everything’s okay.”

Nesta bit her bottom lip, eyes worried as she scanned the room again. Elain swallowed, a bubble of unease making its way up her throat.

“Everything’s okay, right?” She asked, voice low as she noticed Aunt Lyla eyeing them with a gleam in her cold eyes.

Nesta smiled unconvincingly. “Of course,” She sighed. “I’m just nervous.”

“What should Cassian have told me?”

Nesta shook her head, eyes focusing on everything but Elain. “Might as well just tell everyone at the same time.” She said, as if that eased Elain in any shape or form.

A torrent of scenarios flooded her mind – maybe they weren’t getting married after all; maybe they were already married; maybe they all knew Elain was embarrassingly in love with Azriel and this was some sort of intervention filled with people she had never seen before; maybe their dad wasn’t coming.

Elain shook her head slightly, startled to see Nesta was already a few paces ahead, heading straight to the very same people Elain had hoped to avoid for a bit longer – even if she was craving their hugs desperately.

Rhys and Feyre were standing by the large oak table overlooking the sea - the same one where they had shared every meal with their Nana when they were little. He had his arm around Feyre's waist, his white shirt contrasting beautifully against his dark skin. Feyre was laughing, her blue dress making her eyes stand out, even against the vast of the sea. Cassian was all lazy smiles, a beer in his hand as he told what was probably a very interesting joke.

Elain almost waved at them, trying to get their attention, but Nesta had other plans.

“You didn’t tell her?” Nesta shrieked, slapping Cassian’s bulky arm as soon as she reached him. Cassian startled, spilling some of his beer as he turned to his fiancée, eyes heating once they trailed the slope of her curves.

There was nothing like being around her sisters and their partners to make Elain wish she was less observant.

“What didn't I do?” He smirked, leaning back against the stone wall as his eyes found Nesta’s. For a second, it was as if the entire world ceased to exist around them.

That is, until Nesta growled and physically stepped away from Cass.

“You didn’t tell Elain!” She said, outraged. Cassian’s eyes widened slightly, flickering to Elain’s hovering form. He grinned, handing his beer to Rhys and taking two steps before wrapping his arms around her.

“Ellie!” He said, pulling her a few inches up from the ground and planting a kiss on her cheek. “You look beautiful.”

Elain smiled despite herself. “Hi Cass,” She squeezed him back. “Heard you were getting married?” She teased, making Cassian chuckle as he set her down.

“As soon as possible, too.” He said, eyes softening as he pulled Nesta to his side, dropping a sweet kiss on her temple. Her sister beamed up at him, pure joy in her eyes even if she were trying to seem mad.

“Elain!” Feyre pressed a kiss to her cheek, smiling as Rhysand gave her a hug. “We’ve been waiting for you.” Feyre said as she leaned against Rhys, his hand wrapping around her waist like it was the natural thing to do. She supposed for them it was. “Are you already settled in?”

Elain chuckled, eyeing everyone as they stared at her. Nesta simply looked away, her eyes scanning the crowd even as Cassian pressed a kiss to her cheek, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. “I am, I got in last night.”

Cassian look at her then, furrowing his brows as he smiled, confused. “No, you didn’t.”

Elain raised her eyebrows. “What?”

“We’ve been here for two days, the first person to get here was-”

“Where have you been staying, Ellie?” Rhys cut in, ignoring the glare his best friend sent his way.

“At the hotel on main street.” She smiled uncertainly, noting the look Cassian sent Nesta, unease building inside her stomach as the seconds ticked by.

“The hotel?” Feyre frowned, eyeing Nesta for a second before her gaze returned to Elain. “Hasn’t Nesta-”

“Let’s wait for everyone to get here.” Nesta interrupted swiftly, making Rhys raise an eyebrow. He mumbled something under his breath, earning a glare from Nesta and a soft nudge from Feyre.

“Hasn’t Nesta what?” Elain asked, eyes flickering between the four people standing in front of her.

“He will be here any second now.” Nesta said, grabbing a canapé from the table and shoving it into her mouth – to avoid further conversation, Elain was sure.

Fuck, something had really happened, hadn’t it? “Is everything okay?” She asked Nesta again, eyeing Cassian for good measure, who simply gave her a sympathetic smile. Nesta simply kept eating small entrées, sharing nervous glances with Feyre. "Nesta." She pushed.

“I want to have this conversation only once, so let’s just wait for everyone to be here.”

“Who’s everyone?” Elain all but whined, her heart racing inside her chest. She knew who everyone was – knew exactly who they were all waiting for. She just didn’t want to admit it, to face it.

Nesta raised a brow. “Who do you think, Ellie?”

Feyre bit her lip, Rhys smirking behind his wine glass as they both look away. “I’m not sure.” She said, laughing nervously as she wiped her clammy hands on her dress.

“Just tell her.” Feyre sighed, leaning back against her husband in defeat.

“But-”

“Fucking hell, tell me what?” Elain snapped, wincing as everyone turned to look at her.

“Fine!” Nesta huffed, pasting a bright smile on her lips before her eyes settled on Elain. “We’re spending the next two weeks here.” She said simply, as if that made any fucking sense.

It didn’t.

Elain frowned. “Why are you and Cassian spending two weeks here?”

Feyre turned her head towards Rhys, whispering something that made him chuckle. Nesta eyed them nervously before turning her attention back to Elain.

Jesus, this was a shitshow.

She could feel sweat running down her back, her breathing ragged as Nesta explained, “Not just me and Cassian.” She said, holding her fiancé’s hands as if needing the support. “All of us.” She said with a firm nod.

“What do you mean all of us?” She chuckled. “I don’t know if I can-”

“All of us.” Nesta pressed, as if it were obvious. “I already talked with your friend and he didn’t mind holding your shop for the time being.” Nesta shrugged, once again acting as if that was a normal thing to do. As if she could just make changes in her life and Elain had to be okay with it.

She took a deep breath, urging herself to calm down and not ruin her sister’s engagement party. Cassian was fidgeting, as if physically unable to stand the tension that suddenly seemed to surround them. Elain felt like she could choke on it.

“The next two weeks are for Cassian and me, Feyre and company,” Rhysand rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his wine. Unbothered, as only he managed. “you and-”

No. Not happening. “Why?”

Nesta sighed, as if she was the one being insufferable. “Because I’m getting married, Elain.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, in months.”

Rhysand snorted, making Nesta narrow her eyes. Cassian fixed his throat, sending Elain an apologetic smile. “Not really.”

“What do you mean not really?”

Nesta rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she eyed Cassian nervously. “Stop asking stupid questions. What do you think it means?”

“When, exactly, is the wedding?” She gritted through her teeth.

Nesta squared her shoulders, raising her chin as she said, “Well,”

“When?” Elain pushed.

“In two weeks.” Rhysand added helpfully, earning himself another nudge from Feyre.

“Rhysand!” She reprimanded, but he simply pressed a kiss to her cheek, ignoring the glare Nesta sent his way.  

“Just put her out of misery, Nesta.” He deadpanned, making Nesta bristle.

“Thanks.” Elain muttered.

 “It wasn’t your fucking place-”

“Nes, it’s not a big deal.” Feyre interrupted gently, trying to keep everyone calm.

That she grabbed Rhysand’s glass of wine and drank it all went unacknowledged by all of them.

“It is to me!” She huffed, glaring at their little sister. “Why are you always taking his-” Elain tuned out, suddenly feeling too hot.

Two weeks. They were all going to spend two weeks together in the same house – a house that once upon a time had become her escape, her safe space where all things were bright and pretty. All because, for whatever reason, Nesta and Cassian were getting married in two weeks. And there was a reason, Elain was sure of it. Nesta liked planning too much for it all to be a casual agreement.

“In two weeks?” Elain asked, needing verbal confirmation. “Why so soon?” She wondered if they heard her – then wondered if she had spoken too loudly when they all fell silent. Rhysand reached for two more glasses, handing one to Feyre. Nesta’s hand was still wrapped around Cassian’s, her knuckles white where she squeezed his fingers. Why Elain noticed that, she didn’t know.

“Why not?” Nesta challenged.

“Why are we staying here?” She pressed.

“Is that important?”

“I’m apparently spending two weeks away from my shop so yes, I’d say so.”

“You spent the last six months in your shop, so I don’t see why that would be a problem.” Nesta snapped, taking a deep breath as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Everyone else remained quiet, including Elain. It wasn’t like Nesta wasn’t right, so there wasn’t much to say anyway.

“Because” She tried again. “I want us to celebrate together before the wedding. We want to be able to celebrate everything with the people we love.” Her voice was gentler, her hand still tightly wrapped around Cassian’s. She briefly glanced at Feyre’s husband. “And Rhysand can come too.”

“Funny.” He drawled, but not even their usual bickering turned Elain’s attention away from the fact Nesta Archeron was nervous. Nervous because she thought Elain would leave, that Elain would rather be in her shop than to take two measly weeks off to celebrate one of the happiest times of her sister’s life with her. Nervous because she had planned a two-week getaway at their childhood home just so they could have a little bit of happiness before everyone was off to their own lives, away from each other as they had been for the past six months.

Mainly thanks to her.

Could she ever turn away from the people she loved the most? No, she couldn’t. Not even when it meant spending two weeks facing the very same mistakes that made her stay away for so long.

Elain turned to Rhys, frowning. “You took the weeks off?”

Rhys shrugged. “We all did.” He smiled softly, turning his attention to Cassian. “My best friend is getting married.”

“You’re telling me Azriel took two weeks off?” She said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. By the way Feyre raised an eyebrow, she doubted she had been all that successful.

“Well… Yeah.” Rhys said, eyes flickering around the group. “I approved his vacation myself.” He eyed her carefully. “Why, Ellie?”

She shrugged; aware she was threading a very dangerous line. “Seems unlikely.”

Rhys exchanged a look with Feyre, and for the first time Elain felt annoyed. How was it fair that they seemed to be able to communicate with one another with no words ever being said?

“He has never missed one of our gatherings, Elain.” Feyre added gently.

Unlike her, they didn’t need to add. “I know, but-”

“Azriel is staying.” Nesta said plainly. “I just need to know if you are too.”

Staying, meaning it was very likely he was already here. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it – how to feel about all of it. She couldn’t go away. She couldn’t leave her family simply because she was too much of a coward to face a man. Her Nana would be turning in her grave if she even dreamed of it.

So what if her heart was cracking open at the thought of having to see his face every day for two weeks? So what if she was supposed to celebrate love as if it were something to celebrate, when really it had broken her so thoroughly she hadn’t managed to go on a single date without wanting to throw up? And she had tried – she had tried to be the person her Nana wanted her to be, to be someone her sisters would be proud of. To be the person she had always been when she was with Azriel.

She wasn’t sure she was strong enough to do it – and if the hair dye, the sleepless nights, and the failed dates were any indication, she wasn’t.

But for her sisters, she’d do it.

“I’m staying, Nesta.” She nodded, smiling as she felt her decision settle into her bones, her resolve strong. “Of course I am.”

“I’m glad.” A too-familiar voice sounded from behind her, making her entire body freeze where she stood, her heart racing as she fought the urge to turn around. Feyre met her eyes, soft and so understanding she nearly sobbed.

Because behind her, Azriel Rosehall stood, a smile on his face, his eyes as guarded as they had been the last time she had seen him.

How did he manage to look so good when she felt as weak as she had the night she had left him in that foyer? How had her life changed so drastically while he got to look the same, be the same? It hardly seemed fair.

Elain raised her chin, squaring her shoulders as her eyes locked with his. The bastard simply smiled, as if no time had passed at all. “Hi El.” He tilted his head. “Long time no see.”

[candycryptids]

A character question for you (pick any and all to answer for or just one, I’m not picky):

what’s the order at a coffee shop? Like, what sort of drink would be gotten? (Hot, iced? Tea if not coffee? Just plain water?)

Chuu gets a hot grande coffee (black) (three espresso shots)

…. And then she adds 4 little things of creamer and like 12 sugar packets, causing the cup to overflow if the barista didn’t recognize her and give her a bigger-than-grande sized cup to leave her room for it, cos she never remembers to ask. Stuffs whatever loose change she has in her pockets into the tip jar.

Mochiie gets a hot drink (tea, peppermint hot chocolate, or coffee, kinda based on the days vibe, but usually in that descending order of decision) if it’s cold…. But in summer he’s getting some fruit-lemonade with fizzy water. (In the evenings he’ll sometimes get an Irish Coffee) … always tips at least half the cost of his drink if not the full cost. He is, btw, a Pumpkin Spice, Messy Bun Fall Ho.

Colette gets a black coffee in the morning, if she’s on her way somewhere, but if she’s gonna sit down and hang for a bit she gets some kinda tall blended frappe with lots of whipped cream and syrups drizzled on top.

Ishi likes Iced Coffee… salted caramel, extra drizzle. And a cake pop :3 Will also get like- Lavender Lemonade if it’s there. Very tasty. A place that makes a good Matcha tea is also hard to turn down…

Gemmini is ordering something so tooth rotting sweet with too many syrup pumps but NO whip. 0. Do not add whip to her cup. She likes Strawberry uvu for all the fuss she makes, she usually leaves a ten in the tip jar.

Khorloo gets a strong black + fruit tea, with just a touch of cream and a drizzle of honey. His drink is usually a transluscent lavender/pink color. (Will drink like 4 of these in the time it takes Tag to drink his first. Sometimes swaps tea flavors between cups.)

Enkhtagtaa orders a latte and then sips it for a real long time cos caffeine makes him kinda shakey but he likes the taste. Doesn’t like Decaf.

Tangy gets sleepy when she has coffee so she gets a panini uvu or an Egg Nog steamer, or a fruit-lemonade.

I don’t know that much about coffee or what’s in coffee shops these days tbh ANFRJVKEKDS. So I hope these make any sense 😩