#Overanalyzing and Overreacting

[edupiii]

This has probably been pointed out already but I wanna throw this post into the void incase it hasn’t been said!

So all (or maybe most) agree that Lucifers angelic form was that of a duck, hence his liking for ducks and this scene of pretty duck!

And we see when Sera is floating down with Emily, she kinda looks like a bird too.

(sorry for the bad quality)

Compared to Lucifers duck form, Sera looks more so like a swan or some kind of divine or royal looking bird.

My end point here is that Lucifer being a duck can be resembling of “The Ugly Duckling”, in which it turns out the duckling is actually a swan chick but was cast aside before being able to show its “true beauty”. In a way that can be linked to Lucifer since he was cast out of heaven for dreaming and wanting to do more but he never got the chance to until he became fallen.

Or it could be a pun on Lucifer being “an odd duck” which is a common phrase for being out of place.

Anyways, just a thought I wanted to share (though i think someone else may have already done this but idk :0)

[undisaster]

this guy i have a crush on is making me want to KILL MYSELF

[tyunclouds]

I feel really sad for shippers sometimes since all their "proof" always makes me think have you never had a real friend before? Like half of the reasoning is always usually pretty normal close friend bullshit. Close friends flirt as a joke, sorry you've never experienced it.

[assumedcryptid]

eep!

[7-deadly-cats]

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✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder | slice of life | drama

✿ P A I R I N G ✿ s1!rafe cameron x overthinking!reader (f)

✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, overthinking/anxiety, reader being lowkey dramatic lol

✿ S U M M A R Y O F L A S T P A R T ✿ you and rafe arrived at kelce's. inside, you enjoyed kelce's self-made pizza with the three boys, though afterward rafe kept making cryptic comments about you and kelce. after an awkward back-and-forth with rafe about whether you’re interested in kelce, you both settled in to work on your project, only for rafe to unexpectedly invite you to his place the next evening. as you realized his house will be empty, it dawned on you that he might be setting the stage for a hookup.

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With a slightly lighter feeling in your chest and a deep sigh, you let your phone slip into your bag.

Most of your conversations with Cara about guys were filled with delusions but every now and then, she somehow found the right words to quiet your overanalyzing brain.

At least for a moment.

You turned onto the street leading to your house, grateful for the short walk and the fresh air—though the sun beating down on your cheeks made them feel even warmer than they already were.

Your place was just a short walk from Kelce's, practically around the corner, and honestly, you couldn’t have handled another car ride with Rafe today. Not that it mattered—he hadn’t offered one anyway which, for some reason, stung more than it should have. So you’d just said goodbye to the three of them, thanked Kelce for the pizza, and left.

And yet, you couldn’t shake how weird the energy between you and Rafe had been after he’d brought up the idea of going to his place tomorrow.

Ugh, you didn’t even want to think about it anymore—it made your stomach twist—but your brain kept replaying the conversation on a loop.

"My dad and Rose are at some charity event. Wheezie's on a school trip this week, and Sarah can do whatever she wants, I don't care."

The moment those words had left his mouth, you knew he had to have something else in mind besides just working on a school project.

Or maybe you were completely wrong. Maybe his grade actually mattered to him because he needed it to graduate and it was just pure coincidence that he would have the house to himself that night. It’s not like he’d explicitly said he was expecting anything more.

In fact, hadn’t he even mentioned that it’d be more relaxing for you to work in a quieter space than at school? Plus, his weird attempt at trying to calm your nerves with the fidget spinner in his car before that...

Shit, maybe he is just trying to be nice. Maybe this really was just about making sure you were comfortable.

But if it wasn’t… Because somehow, it was hard to believe that Rafe Cameron gave a damn about you… especially after just two days of barely getting to know each other.

So, if you had accepted and the whole thing would've turned out to be a setup for a hookup, then that would've seriously been the end of you. You’d panic, probably overreact, and make things painfully awkward—or worse, you’d go along with it out of some stupid fear of looking like a clueless virgin and blowing your unrealistic shot with him.

Just thinking of the idea of having your first time with Rafe Cameron, embarrassing yourself in the process, and—OH GOD.

This was all so… UGH.

You pulled out your keys and stepped into the house, stomach twisting uncomfortably. Your parents were both busy with work, so you made a beeline for your room and collapsed onto your bed.

But isn’t this what I’ve always wanted? Some kind of connection with him, no matter how.

You frowned.

No. Not like this.

Maybe—okay, definitely—you were spiraling, overthinking everything, and projecting ideas onto him that weren’t even real. Because the truth was, Rafe wasn’t even a fuckboy. You knew that. Yeah, every now and then he was seen leaving a party with a girl, but normally, he'd spend the night with Kelce, Topper, and some other guys in some back room, doing coke or other stupid boy stuff.

Great. Now you felt like shit for having completely overreacted. You’d shoved the poor guy into a box and immediately assumed he was just trying to sleep with you.

Which was so stupid—and totally contradicted what you’d been thinking before: that he didn’t want anything to do with you at all.

What the hell is wrong with me?

You buried your face in a pillow and let out a frustrated groan. Your brain had been running at full speed for the past two days. Cara was right. You were overthinking—just in the opposite direction this time.

And yet… you still didn’t know Rafe’s real intentions and the fear of the unknown was too overwhelming for you to just take that risk.

That’s why earlier you had simply smiled and said, "That’s really nice, the invite, I mean, but I already made plans with Cara tomorrow afternoon to help her clean out her closet and I have no idea how long that’ll take. Besides, it’s your family-free evening—wouldn’t want you wasting that on a school project."

It was a lie. You hadn't have planned anything with Cara but what else were you supposed to say?

On the first glimpse, Rafe had actually taken it better than you'd expected. He had just shrugged and said, "Okay. Guess you're not as much of a nerd as I thought."

You’d given him another nervous smile, and that was it. The topic was closed, and you both went back to working.

But you knew better.

Your whole life, you’d been hyper-aware of the smallest details around you—how someone looked at you, how they reacted, how they spoke, whether they were actually listening, how they behaved after an interaction, the way they smiled—did it reach their eyes or not?

In short, you noticed everything.

And when it came to Rafe, your brain was running on overdrive because that guy? He was a fucking thousand-sided Rubix cube.

Even though he often said unfiltered things without a second thought, his body language always told a much bigger story. That much you had learned in the last two days.

Which was why you had definitely caught the slight hesitation, the barely-there crease of his brows before he had responded. And in that split second, you knew—he hadn’t liked getting turned down.

Rafe Cameron had an ego. A big one. That much was obvious. And someone like him didn’t take it well when things didn’t go his way—whatever his true intentions with that invitation had been.

So it hadn’t surprised you when he sat a little farther from you after coming back from the bathroom, sinking deeper into the couch with his arms crossed. When his answers and input on the project became noticeably shorter, when his eyes drifted to his phone more often, his leg bouncing slightly, or when that effortless charm—the kind you’d assumed was just second nature to him—suddenly felt replaced by a forced, detached sense of cooperation.

Simply put, he probably wasn’t used to rejection. And you had pissed him off.

If it had been Cara or any of your other friends, you would have said something—you hated dealing with that kind of tension. But Rafe wasn’t a close friend, nor was he anywhere near the phase of becoming one.

So, you had endured the rest of the hour with spinning thoughts and felt nothing but relief when he had finally called it a day.

When you walked with Rafe to the porch to say goodbye to Kelce and Topper, you politely declined when Kelce asked if you wanted to stay longer. Said something along the lines of you not being Rafe’s "little nerd bitch" or some shit like that and that the invitation to his place also included you actually hanging out with them.

Whatever that was supposed to mean.

Not that it mattered. You didn’t care about Kelce. It was the way Rafe had simply given you a nod for a goodbye that had left a bitter taste in your mouth.

And maybe it was in that moment—or rather, in the lack of his usual energy—that you'd realized this was how he treated people who meant absolutely nothing to him.

This, in turn, had sent you spiraling into the worst overthinking session of your life because—WHAT THE HELL DID RAFE CAMERON EVEN WANT?

A good grade? Someone to carry him through art class? A new friends-with-benefits-girlie he would drop after two weeks? A one-time hookup? A harmless friendship? Just the thrill of throwing you off your game?

A relationship was out of the question—he had never shown any interest in that during all his years at Kildare Academy. Every girl who had ever gotten involved with him knew that.

So, be for fucking real, what the hell did he want from you?

You wanted to text him right then and there. Hey, so, um, I’ve had a crush on you since fifth grade haha, and now that we’ve actually spent some time together, I keep getting these weird-ass signals from you hahahahha, soooo… what the actual fuck is your problem?

You squinted your eyes in embarrassment and ran your hands over your face in frustration.

Cara would do it, you thought. She’d write the damn text—or hell, even send a voice memo or call him outright. She hated mixed signals with a passion, and something like this, no matter how small, was the kind of thing she wouldn’t just let slide.

Shit. You know what? Why not? Huh? Why shouldn’t I do the same?

Your fingers were already pulling up your phone, hovering over Rafe’s chat. But then you hesitated. Aside from the fact that this was a total impulse move, what the hell were you even supposed to say?

Realistically.

Because no matter how you'd phrase it, bringing up weird vibes after just two days would make you sound like some kind of psycho.

Who the hell does that?

Fuck, but why was this messing with your head so much? Why did it bother you so damn much that he’d acted even slightly different? Sure, yeah, you had a crush on him but why were his mood swings affecting you like crazy?

Okay. Relax. Seriously.

Maybe you should text him something else first—just to test the waters. See if he really was being distant, or if you were just spiraling over nothing.

Yeah. Yeah! That sounded like a plan (not a good one but if you didn't do anything you'd go crazy in the next few hours).

And the moment you hit send, all the courage and impulsiveness drained from your body in an instant.

What was Rafe going to think…? Not even an hour had passed since you'd said goodbye, and here you were texting him?

Plus, the text itself sounded so... FUCKING FAKE OH MY HOLY SHIT, UGH THIS WASN'T YOU.

FUCKING HELL, this was so embarrassing. He definitely thinks I’m absolutely desperate for him now. Okay, maybe I can still delete the message before he—

Oh.

Your heart sank straight through the floor, and you suddenly wanted to crawl under your blanket and never see the light of day again.

So he really was annoyed in some way.

Okay, okay, no big deal, everything’s fine, it's all good hahahahah.

Except your pulse was racing, and your thoughts were spiraling. That one SpongeBob meme with the burning brain and all the little panicked SpongeBobs running around? That was exactly what was happening in your head right now.

Frantically, you started typing your next message.

The worst part about this whole situation wasn’t this absolutely terrible fake-ass message that made you look even more desperate and needy after his half-assed reply. It wasn’t even the fact that he had read it immediately. Nope—what really did it was the fact that, despite having read it right away, he didn’t respond for the next thirty minutes. And not even in the thirty afterward.

And that was the final blow for today. Completely embarrassed and feeling sick to your stomach, you shut off your phone, buried yourself under your blanket, put on your headphones, and let some random Netflix garbage play in the background. You didn't even bother texting Cara because of how horrible you felt.

Because the truly humiliating part? A tiny part in you, probably your stupid 11-year-old-self, had actually believed, for even a second, that there was some kind of spark between you and Rafe—that maybe, just maybe, he had seen something in the quiet girl who sat on the sidelines in class and at parties.

And even worse? The fact you were reacting this intensely to an absolutely non-intense situation. After. Two. Fucking. Days.

But deep down, it wasn’t just about this one moment. It was the disappointment of having been into Rafe for years, finally getting to interact with him for real, and then not getting to live out the before-bedtime scenario that had played out in your head so many times before.

Or maybe it was simply that his reaction had pretty much confirmed what you were trying not to admit: If he had wanted anything from you at all, it was probably something shallow. And your refusal to come over tomorrow had bruised his ego.

Whatever. Screw this. Screw Rafe, his stupid comments, his smug little grin—screw all of it.

You turned up the volume of the movie, trying in vain to drown out your spiraling thoughts. But your mind was a curse and you couldn’t stop wondering what Rafe actually thought of you.

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"And now she suddenly wants to meet up again," Rafe said, squinting irritated at your last message. "After bailing on tomorrow. No clue what kind of bullshit this is."

Topper tilted his head. "Thought she just didn’t have time?"

"Yeah, sure. Because she has to help her friend clean out her closet." Rafe scoffed, exhaling annoyed as he let his phone drop onto the porch couch. "I know bullshit excuses when I hear them. Sarah pulls the same crap all the time when she doesn’t feel like helping Rose out."

Kelce nearly choked on a hit from his hookah. "I don’t know, man, sounds to me like big bad Rafe Cameron just can’t handle getting curved for once."

Rafe’s brows furrowed. "Keep your fucking mouth shut. The only girls you pull are the ones too drunk to recognize your ugly ass." He crossed his arms, shaking his head. "This is some bullshit. I just wanted to get this fucking project done and now it's getting dragged out even more."

"Oh, of course," Kelce smirked, winking. "It's just about the project. It’s fine, bro, you can admit she’s a cute chick."

Topper nodded. "Yeah, she seems nice. Really quiet but not in a bad way, you know?"

"And?" Rafe pulled a face. "She called Kelce ‘nice’ too but we both know he’s a shitface."

This time, Kelce actually choked on the hookah smoke. "She did?"

"I’m just saying, she’s not loud and all over you like the girls that you usually hang out with", Topper replied, scratching his chin. "I also don't remember her ever being involved in any weird girl drama."

Rafe let out a dry laugh. "Nah, the way she acts sometimes? Makes me think I'm talking to two different people. One moment she's all shy and anxious and the next she's got this big ass attitude like she's on some Two-Face type shit."

"Oh, I bet she's a freak under all that shy girl exterior", Kelce said, grinning, but the other two ignored him.

"So, you're weirded out because she got a ... personality?" Topper asked and shook his head as if he couldn’t quite keep up. "Not everyone's as upfront with their self as Kelce, you know."

Rafe crossed his arms behind his head, already annoyed by this whole conversation. He didn’t even know why he was talking to these two idiots about you in the first place.

"I'm just pissed off at whatever bullshit she has suddenly going on", he said.

Topper raised an eyebrow. "Okay but why didn't you call her out immediately?"

"Yeah", Kelce chimed in. "Always talking big and now you puss out."

Rafe narrowed his eyes like he was debating whether to deck Kelce or let his bullshit slide. "Because I need this stupid project to work out." Rafe shook his head, his expression twisting slightly, feeling weirded out by this whole conversation. "And 'cause she’s always so fucking tense and nervous like I'm holding her at gunpoint. Shit's annoying as fuck."

He scoffed but he couldn't shake the feeling that you were indeed throwing him off in some weird inexplicable way. And sometimes your cautious behavior reminded him of Wheezie which somehow made your nervousness feel familiar.

"Sounds like she’s pissed she got stuck with you as a partner, bro", Kelce said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. "Probably figured out you’re just hanging on her ass to pass the class."

For some reason, that pissed Rafe off more than it should have but before he could snap back, Topper cut in. "I think you’re just overwhelming her."

Both Rafe and Kelce turned to him with matching confused stares.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Rafe pulled a face.

Topper shrugged. "Bringing her straight here, you know… I mean Kelce alone is already a lot and maybe this was just moving too fast for her, I don't know. She doesn't seem the type to hang out with guys a lot."

"Moving too fast—Topper, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"I’m just saying—"

"She thinks you're trying to get into her pants", Kelce explained.

This time, it was Topper who pulled a face. "No! That’s not—"

"Okay," Rafe cut him off, rubbing his nose in irritation. "Both of you shut the fuck up. Neither of you knows shit."

Kelce smirked. "Aww, sounds like she's messing with your head."

That was enough. Rafe would’ve loved nothing more than to slam his fist into Kelce’s face right then and there but instead he stood up, grabbing his keys. "Okay, heard enough bullshit from you today."

Kelce just waved after him. "See you tomorrow, bro."

And yet, as much as that conversation with the two biggest idiots on Earth had irritated Rafe, it had also made him think. Which was a damn weird feeling because normally, he didn’t waste a second thought on stuff like this—or better yet, on any girl.

Especially not one who'd never really caught his attention in all the years at Kildare Academy. Sure, somewhere in the back of his mind, his subconscious had probably registered your presence. He knew you existed—your last name was recognizable, after all.

But as a person? You were more of a fleeting thought, like Oh shit, she actually talks? whenever you spoke up in class every few weeks, or Huh, guess she has a personality, when you were tipsy on some random couch, laughing loudly with your friend at a party.

But that was about it. Rafe wasn’t the kind of guy to waste brainpower on what he saw as background characters who occasionally made noise. And besides, he wasn’t exactly drawn to what appeared like boredom.

So, at first, he was actually kind of annoyed when Mr. Smith paired him up with the quiet girl. Because, yeah—as his graduation forecast had made clear, Art might be his ticket to scraping by in high school, but how the hell was he supposed to pull that off if his partner was basically a mute rock?

On top of that, you seemed like a total nerd, and he figured if you realized he wasn’t going to put in any effort, you’d rat him out. That would be the end of his diploma, meaning his dad would be horribly disappointed and that was something Rafe was trying his hardest to avoid. No way in hell would he allow Sarah to be the family's favorite.

So, he was determined to get this project over with as fast and as well done as possible. First day, straight to work, setting the base for this shitty project, sticking to your side to make you believe he was trying to put in effort. That had to be the way to impress someone like you, right?

Yeah, he’d expected your first lunch together to end in painfully awkward silence—the kind that would have him wanting to put a bullet in his head from sheer boredom.

He'd been wrong.

Sure, at first, he’d had to push things along but with a shy girl like you that was to be expected. What he hadn’t predicted was how blunt you were without you even realizing it. And the absolute crazy part? If Kelce, Topper, that bitch Ruthie, or literally anyone else said the things you did, it would made his blood boil.

But somehow, with you, it didn’t feel like ... you were mocking or judging him or some shit like that. Your honesty surprised him so much that most of the time he was too amused to seriously confront you about it.

In fact, Rafe found it oddly refreshing.

On top of that, he was used to people sucking up to him, trying to get on his good side because of his dad, or going out of their way to impress him. And why wouldn’t they? He was a fucking Cameron. But you? No clue what was wrong with you but you acted like you were trying to do the exact opposite.

You didn’t try to grab his attention. Most of the time you didn’t just sit there when he ran his mouth. You didn’t kiss his ass with over-the-top compliments or ask about the family business with that fake, polite bullshit—no, you had actually asked him how he was doing today.

Right after he'd asked you to wait in the car when that fucking idiot Scott had shown up, trying to buy a bag of coke. Rafe had nearly slammed him against the damn car—because how fucking stupid could you be, doing that on school grounds? Afterward, he’d been pissed. But instead of teasing him about it or lecturing him about his attitude like his dad would have, you’d just… asked if he was okay.

And the worst part? You actually seemed like you'd meant it.

For a split second, Rafe had even considered venting on how much everything pissed him off. Not just the jerk Scott, no fucking everything that had been on his mind in the past few weeks. Shit, he was glad he'd held back because what made him even consider it?

The fact, you'd somehow given him the feeling of not being judged??? The fuck. Shit, he'd probably sniffed a line too much last weekend because this was fucking crazy.

That would also explain why he had been so tense today. Like when it had pissed him off when Kelce had been drooling over you today. Or when Topper had started sucking up to you—probably just hoping to get another shot with your best friend through you but still, somehow Rafe had to try even harder to hold back his temper than usual.

Shit, up until now, he hadn’t given a single fuck about you. But this? Whatever the hell had flipped in his brain after Kelce had opened his mouth when he first spotted you two... it was messing with him.

And why he had asked you so insistently about Kelce earlier? Rafe had no fucking idea. All he knew was that it bugged him when you'd changed the subject instead of giving him a straight answer.

Oh, and then you had the nerve to turn down his invitation to continue this stupid project tomorrow at his place—with some cheap-ass excuse? Holy shit, that had really pissed him off.

Rafe couldn’t afford to screw up this project though, or he would’ve called you out on it right then and there. Because why the fuck would you say no—unless you actually couldn’t stand him?

Or was that idiot Topper right? Was Rafe being too overwhelming or some shit like that? Of course, he had noticed that you seemed to spend a lot of time in your own head—Wheezie was like that and it wasn't always for the better. So, was there a possibility that you were overthinking his invitation like you had with the whole coming-over-to-Kelce situation?

The thought made him scowl.

Silently, Rafe pulled his Mercedes into the Tannyhill garage and shut off the engine, his fingers drumming relentlessly on the steering wheel.

What Kelce had said came back into his mind and his mood went down through the floor. Rafe knew that idiot didn't know shit and he'd just been running his mouth as usual and yet it messed with Rafe's head.

But did you actually think he was trying to get in your pants?

Sure, he wasn’t gonna lie—you were pretty to look at. But Rafe wasn’t some horny dog trying to shove his dick up the ass of every random girl he met. And he'd thought he'd made that very clear. In fact, just yesterday at lunch, you'd also made it very clear you did NOT think of him like that.

So what the fuck was your problem?

Pissed off, Rafe picked up his phone from the middle console, eyeing your last text message. You wanted to meet up again on Thursday. The fuck? Was this some kind of fucked up power move? Turning him down, so he could be the one to dance to your bidding?

Nah. Fuck that.

He started typing.

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sfw alphabet | george russell

୨ৎ : synopsis : sfw a-z alphabet for george russell

୨ৎ : word count : 1428

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ

(a/n) : i love the photos i picked so much and that license plate omfg

a ⤖ affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

george is subtle with affection in public.

always opting for gentle touches like a hand resting on your back, a soft glance across a room, your fingers linked under a dinner table.

but in private, he melts. he’s incredibly tactile when he trusts you.

always kissing your temple when he passes you in the kitchen, pulling you into his lap when you're both tired, or quietly tucking a blanket around you when you doze off beside him.

b ⤖ beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

your friendship would start slow, maybe through mutual friends or work. he’d be respectful and reserved at first, always polite.

the more he trusts you, the more playful and sarcastic he becomes, you’d get to see that cheeky side no one else does.

he starts remembering tiny things you mention and surprises you with them weeks later.

c ⤖ cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

he’s definitely a cuddler but pretends not to be.

loves being the big spoon, but will melt if you cling to him while you sleep.

will hold you for hours on the couch while you watch movies — strokes your arm absentmindedly and hums under his breath.

d ⤖ domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

he’d thrive in a cozy, calm home. organized, clean, with a structured routine.

he’s surprisingly good at chores and is weirdly specific about how he loads the dishwasher.

not a master chef, but he follows recipes well. has one dish he makes way too often and insists it’s “his specialty.”

e ⤖ ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

if it came to an end, he’d take the blame even if it wasn’t entirely his fault.

would want to talk it through, make sure you’re okay, and be as gentle as possible.

it would wreck him in private — he’d shut off completely for a while and overanalyze everything.

f ⤖ fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

he wouldn’t propose early in the relationship, but when he does, it’s because he’s sure.

it would be romantic, carefully planned, and very sentimental — he’d probably cry during it.

once engaged, he’d be super involved in wedding planning and obsessed with writing personal vows.

g ⤖ gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

emotionally, he’s very gentle — always checks in with how you’re feeling.

physically, he’s soft without realizing it. slow kisses, careful touches, always brushing your hair behind your ear.

never wants to raise his voice or make you feel small.

h ⤖ hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

his hugs are strong and grounding. the kind that make you feel safe instantly.

he hugs you often — when you get home, when you leave, after a stressful day.

rests his chin on your head without realizing it and holds you longer when he’s tired.

i ⤖ i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

he’d take his time. waits until he’s sure the relationship is stable and mutual.

probably says it for the first time late at night, after a quiet moment together.

once he says it, he doesn’t stop — he says it casually, meaningfully, always.

j ⤖ jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

he tries to play it cool but gets visibly tense when he’s jealous.

won’t make a scene, but will definitely pull you closer or drop an arm around you.

later, when you’re alone, he’ll ask if he was overreacting — and you’ll know he just needed reassurance.

k ⤖ kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

slow and deliberate, always with both hands on you.

loves forehead kisses, kisses your knuckles when he’s proud, your shoulder when he walks past you.

secretly loves when you kiss his cheek or the side of his neck — always smiles after.

l ⤖ little ones (how is he around children?)

great with kids once he warms up.

talks to them like they’re adults and ends up becoming their favorite.

he’s definitely the “uncle george” type until one day he’s like... wait, maybe I do want this.

m ⤖ morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

early riser, already dressed and halfway through his coffee while you’re still in bed.

brings you tea or breakfast and kisses your temple to wake you.

likes quiet, slow starts and checking the news while sitting next to you.

n ⤖ night (how are nights spent with him?)

reads before bed, always brushes his teeth exactly 20 minutes after dinner.

you fall asleep with your legs tangled and him tracing little circles on your back.

night talks are when he opens up the most — thoughtful, soft, always honest.

o ⤖ open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

emotionally intelligent but takes time to open up.

gives you pieces of himself gradually — once he trusts you, it’s all on the table.

values emotional safety, so he doesn’t rush into anything unless he feels secure.

p ⤖ patience (how easily angered is he?)

incredibly patient with you, less so with himself.

always tries to stay calm, even in tough situations.

the kind of guy who takes a deep breath before responding in an argument.

q ⤖ quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

remembers everything. from your first coffee order to your least favorite movie trope.

brings up things you didn’t even know he noticed, like the way you get quiet when you’re overwhelmed.

buys gifts based on conversations you had months ago.

r ⤖ remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

his favorite moment is probably something small — like you falling asleep in his lap while he was reading.

he’d think about that moment every time he misses you, because it made everything feel peaceful.

he’d never say it, but it’s the picture in his head when someone says “home.”

s ⤖ security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

very protective in quiet ways — walks you to your car, watches the door when you're out.

doesn’t get aggressive, but always steps in if someone disrespects you.

likes to feel needed but doesn’t expect you to rely on him.

t ⤖ try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

perfectionist tendencies mean he tries really hard, even in the little things.

puts real thought into gifts, plans, and anniversaries.

won’t let himself drop the ball — he’d rather go above and beyond than disappoint you.

u ⤖ ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

overthinks constantly and internalizes criticism.

tends to retreat into himself when he’s upset.

sometimes emotionally distant when he’s stressed — doesn’t mean to shut you out but still does.

v ⤖ vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

he takes care of himself and definitely notices how he looks, but it’s not the most important thing to him.

secretly loves when you steal his skincare or compliment his outfits — acts like he’s chill about it, but it makes his whole day.

w ⤖ whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

he’s not the type to say “you complete me,” but it’s clear that you bring a softness to his life that he didn’t know he needed.

without you, he functions — but life feels colder, more clinical.

with you, everything feels warmer. easier. worth it.

x ⤖ xtra (random headcanon for him)

has an entire note in his phone dedicated to gift ideas for you.

keeps a photo of you on his desk or in his wallet that he pretends not to look at during race weekends.

says “text me when you get home” and will absolutely call if you forget.

y ⤖ yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

hates passive-aggressive behavior.

can't stand people who are fake-nice or condescending.

gets annoyed by lateness, especially when it’s avoidable — will never say it, but you’ll feel it.

z ⤖ zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

light sleeper, but sleeps best next to you.

has a favorite side of the bed and a preferred pillow firmness (of course).

pulls you closer when he turns in his sleep — mumbles things he won’t admit to in the morning.

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how a retrograde is influenced by the sign(s) it's in

aries

everything slows down, leading to more impulsive actions, which then make everyone second-guess their decisions. frustration, lack of motivation, and feeling stuck when you’re trying to move forward are all normal during this time. the key is patience - planning before taking action and managing frustration in a healthy way. this phase can affect personal goals, stir up competition, bring self-confidence issues to the surface, and cause shifts in physical energy.

taurus

there will likely be disruptions in your routines, finances, and personal comfort zones. money issues may surface, and people can become more resistant to change. this is often a time for questioning what truly makes you feel secure. it’s a great opportunity to evaluate your financial habits and focus on what will support your long-term stability.

gemini

miscommunication, scattered thoughts, and tech issues are common during this time - often leading to overthinking and misinformation. this is a period to slow down, double-check facts, and focus on improving your listening skills.

cancer

beware of heightened emotions. the world around you may gaslight you or trigger you into overreacting - or reacting at all. family issues can resurface, bringing old wounds to the surface. but you’re not meant to cling to the past; this is a time to heal and resolve emotional baggage. reconnect with loved ones, embrace your home, nurture your inner child, and find comfort in what truly matters.

leo

it’s not personal - your confidence might take a hit, and your creativity could feel blocked. feeling unseen and struggling with self-worth are common during this time. but this is an opportunity to embrace humility and reconnect with your true passions. focus on self-expression, relationships, ambition, and, most importantly, your ego.

virgo

your perfectionist ideals might catch up with you. stress and overanalyzing every detail reach an all-time high, slowing productivity and bringing health concerns to the surface. disorganization may feel inevitable, but this is a chance to go with the flow, prioritize mental health, and restructure your routines to better align with who you are.

libra

imbalances in your relationships may surface, bringing heightened indecision - especially around breakups, past partners, or unresolved emotions. fairness might feel nonexistent, making it harder to find clarity. instead of seeking external validation, focus on setting boundaries, finding inner balance, and prioritizing what truly serves you.

scorpio

intense emotions, hidden truths, and power struggles are likely to surface. if you struggle with trust issues, obsessive thoughts, or old wounds, expect to face some challenges. this is a time to embrace change - intimacy, vulnerability, control, depth, and psychological healing will take center stage.

sagittarius

you might experience spiritual doubts, a longing for adventure yet feeling restricted. questions about your life’s purpose may arise, pushing you to reassess your beliefs and redefine what personal freedom truly means to you.

capricorn

you might notice your career goals shifting, or your authority in the workplace could be challenged. life may become more responsibility heavy, making it easy to feel overwhelmed or on the verge of burnout. take care to manage your energy and set boundaries to avoid pushing yourself too far.

aquarius

tech issues are likely to pop up; along with social disconnection and questioning your personal identity outside the group. you might feel isolated from friends or your usual circle. this is a great time to reconnect with your authentic self and focus on your individuality, rather than seeking validation from others.

pisces

feeling confused, emotionally overwhelmed, or experiencing a lot of déjà vu is common during this time. it’s a time to clarify any unclear boundaries and embrace healing in all forms. pay close attention to your dreams and mental health, as they may indicate a valuable message...

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'Girl next door જ⁀➴♡ Chapter 1

In which Joel plays Cupid in order to help a hopeless Ellie win over the cute girl next door.

Series Masterlist!

prologue! - chapter 2!

"It's just Sugar"

w.c; 2.2k

[silly awkward Ellie Williams x fem reader!]

"'Morning" Ellie said slowly as she walked into the kitchen eyeing Joel suspiciously.

"What's with the face?"

There Joel stood behind the kitchen island wearing a pink and white polka dotted apron with ruffles that he had “borrowed” from Maria and never given back. In front of him was a bowl of yellow cupcake batter.

“You never bake. You’re like, terrible at it actually.” Ellie said as she lazily made her way behind the island. Standing to his side she reached out her hand in order to dip her finger into the batter. Putting it up to her lips she licked it off while grimacing.

“Ellie, that's disgusting." Joel said furrowing his brows at her.

"That's disgusting." She pointed back to bowl looking up at him. "How do you mess up cupcakes?" She says before walking away.

"Hope you get salmonella." He said teasingly rolling his eyes as she heads to the counter picking up an apple "Salmo- What? Never mind actually I don't care." She says biting into it chewing obnoxiously while she's at it. "Who are we trying to poison with your awful baking skills anyway?"

"Y/N."

Ellie chokes on her apple coughing aggressively before spitting it out. She looks up at him bewildered.

"Why are you baking cupcakes for Y/N?" She spews out quickly furrowing her brows at him, confusion written all over her freckled face.

"Technically it's for her old man, he got a promotion last week. Thought it'd be nice to bring something to celebrate." He smiles smugly to himself as he continues to stir the batter.

Ellie blinked. "You couldn't have just bought a cake like a normal person?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Joel shrugged. "Besides, it's the thought that counts."

"Yeah, well, your thoughts are gonna give everyone food poisoning," Ellie muttered, taking another bite of her apple.

Joel ignored her, focusing on pouring the batter into the cupcake tin. "By the way I'm outta sugar. Think you can head next door and ask Y/N for some?"

Ellie froze. "Are you serious? It's just sugar, you'll live. What do you need sugar for anyway? You're already done." The pitch of her voice rising the more she continues to complain, trying and failing to be nonchalant.

Joel looked at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "I need to make frosting. Unless you wanna use salt instead."

Ellie sighed throwing the apple core into the trash.

"Besides, I thought you two were friends? Like 'ya said It's just sugar." He continued.

Ellie rolling her eyes looking up at him. "We are! Or- were. But that's not the point... it's just-" She looks around the kitchen trying to think of the right word "stupid." She huffs as she crosses her arms.

"Oh wow you think she's stupid? Well that's not nice of you."

"You know what I meant!"

"Ellie," He said softly reassuring her "It's no big deal."

"Yea but-" She started, then stopped. She knew she was overreacting but how could she not. Ever since the day Joel had brought up the idea of you being a potential love interest for her it seemed like you had taken over her every thought. She stayed up some nights thinking back to her interactions with you, overanalyzing your every word probably just convincing herself of something that wasn't there. If he had asked her to fetch something from your house a week ago she would have done it without a second thought, but now it seemed impossible.

"You're just borrowing sugar Ellie. You'll live." He says with a happy look on his face handing her a measuring cup.

"I won't but okay." She rolled her eyes begrudgingly reaching her hand out to accept it, walking over to put on her shoes and jacket. "And don't say 'borrow' as if we're gonna give it back, that makes no sense. What you should be giving back is that god awful apron..."

"Heard that!"

As she stepped outside the morning air was chilly and the sun was just starting to warm up the street. Ellie’s mind raced with a jumble of thoughts. It wasn’t just about the sugar or Joel’s baking, it was about you. As she made her way down the stairs she thought back to when you were both kids. Her skipping over to your house for dinner with her own dish to share, some Frankenstein contraption of anything good she could find in the fridge. You had always said you loved her cooking but now being older and wiser she knew you were just saying that to be nice, but still, the memory of you appreciating whatever she brought over made her smile. She'd bet money that you would play the same part when Joel comes over to give your family his gross cupcakes. She almost felt bad about the whole thing... almost.

The walk to your house felt longer this time around. Was it just because she was walking extra slow out of fear of knocking on your door? Maybe, maybe not. I mean c'mon, knocking on a girls door to ask for sugar that should be lightwork for her. Afterall, Ellie had been through hell and back over the years, what's talking to you gonna do? Like Joel had said, she'd live.

Now standing in front of your front door she took a deep breath. A part of her wanted to just turn around and go back to Joel measuring cup empty or hell just go to the store and buy some cupcakes herself, but she knew if she went back to him sugarless she wouldn't be able to look him in the eye. With retreating being off the table she decided it was best to just get it over with, sucking it up, growing a pair, and locking the fuck in.

Reaching her hand out to knock on your door she chose to ignore the way it slightly trembled. Once, then twice, then thrice, then- 'fuck is knocking 3 times too much? i'm being annoying arn't i' Seconds felt like hours as she waited for anyone to open the door, when suddenly

"Ellie! Hey, what's up?"

Ellie stood there for a second blankly staring at you as you greeted her. You were in your pajamas, hair still messy from your nights rest and eyes a little puffy. The morning sun shined on you making you glow and she couldn't help but think looked really cute. 'which isn't weird at all because it's totally normal to be able to admit that someone is attractive without there being any meaning behind it!' After you two had fallen out she never really took the time to observe how you changed, but now face to face really looking at you she could see just how much you've grown. You no longer had the babyface you had in all her memories of you two together, you had grown into it, you looked perfect actually now that she had thought about it. Pretty. But not like pretty pretty like pretty, like she could stare at your face for hours without needing to blink pretty. It felt weird to suddenly recognize all these differences at once but she quickly snapped out of it. She forced a smile, hoping it didn't look as strained as it felt.

"Hey, uh, Joel's trying to bake, and he ran out of sugar. Can we borrow some?" She cringed heavily at herself the moment the words slipped out her mouth. 'Borrow? Really?'

"Borrow? Really? I'll be expecting you to give it back then." You chuckled lightly teasing her. Little did you know that one little sentence just ruined her entire year. Ellie face whitened as she Internally freaked out, she felt her face heat up and her palms sweat.

Ellie chuckled nervously, tightening her grip around the measuring cup in her hand. "Oh, sorry, no, uh, I'm not sure why I said 'borrow.' You're right, that makes no sense. I mean, how does one even 'borrow' sugar? Like, do we measure it out and give it back later? Or do we just...?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Ellie, relax. I was just messing with you. You don't have to return the sugar."

God how did she manage to make it even worse? "Oh, right. Yeah, of course. That makes way more sense. Sorry, I'm just... yeah." As she was forcing another smile she thought about Joel and how he was probably in the kitchen right now without a care in the world. She wished him the absolute worse in this moment, after all this was all his fault, him and his stupid cupcakes. In fact, she hates cupcakes now! He has officially ruined cupcakes for her and she made a promise to herself that she'd let him have it later... if she gets out of this alive.

You held the door open a bit wider. "You're welcome to come in. Here I'll take this from you." You smiled sweetly reaching out to take the measuring cup from her hands. You looked down at it once you felt how wet the handle was but you paid it no mind.

"Sure. Yeah, thanks." She muttered smiling softly as she followed you inside.

Once through the door she was hit with a wave of nostalgia. The familiar scent of your home, a mix of fresh flowers and something distinctly you, brought back a flood of memories. She looked around, noting that not much had changed. The same cozy furniture, old family photos on the walls, and the soft, inviting ambiance.

Ellie's eyes landed on a series of framed photos on a nearby shelf. She walked over, noticing one that showed you at around thirteen, smiling awkwardly holding up a peace sign. 'there's the face i remember', she thought with a smile.

You noticed her looking at the photos and came over, glancing at the one Ellie was staring at. "Ah, the awkward years," you said with a laugh, a painful expression on your face. "My mom insists on keeping those up for some reason, it's so embarrassing.."

Ellie chuckled, feeling a little more at ease. "It's not so bad. If it makes you feel any better I thought you were the coolest."

You grinned, nudging her playfully. "Get real." You said before walking over to the kitchen opening one of the top cabinets. "You were like the coolest of the cool. God I thought you were so badass Ellie." You laughed some more as you reminisced on your own memories with Ellie while on your tippy toes reaching for the sugar. To this day you'd never admit it but a part of you sensed a bit of pride for being Ellies first friend in Jackson. When her and Joel had first moved here she was like a breath of fresh air. Always knew what to say, always had some snarky comeback, she never took shit from anybody and she'd never know just how much she inspired you. Jackson seemed so quiet before she arrived, in the months you had been friends with her you seemed to have laughed more than you had in your entire life. She was like a firecracker but you had noticed that over the years she seemed to die out, just little enough for you to notice. It wasn't anything bad really, just what growing up does to people you guessed.

"That's because I was badass. But so were you." Ellie smiles, your confession of finding her 'badass' had made her a lot happier than she'd care to admit. She thought visiting you for the first time again would be awkward and insufferable just because of how you two had slowly fallen out, but talking to you again began to feel so casual. Ellie started to forget why she was worried in the first place.

"Ok well you weren't just badass, you were hilarious, smart, pretty, fun. Seriously El's, you were like everything."

There it was. Exactly what she was afraid of. Words from you that probably means nothing that will keep her up at night overthinking. You said it so casually, pouring sugar into the cup smiling. Ellie looked at you feeling her smile strain again. You were just being as sweet as always, no biggie.

"Thanks." In all honesty didn't know what else to say. She was flattered, of course she was, but she didn't know how exactly to take it so for now she chose to ignore it.

"Here you go," you said turning around walking towards her. You handed it to her with a smile. "Tell Joel I said good luck with the baking."

Accepting it she thanked you again as she let you walk her to the door. Stepping out she turned towards you again, "Oh, and congratulations on your dads promotion."

"Dads... promotion?"

The two of you stood there staring at each other blankly, progressively becoming more confused by the second.

"Uhh yea! Thank you Ellie! I'll see you around."

. . .

Walking through the front door Ellie let out a loud groan, wiggling out of her jacket before making her way to the kitchen setting the measuring cup on the kitchen island.

"Joel! I got your stupid sugar!" She yelled out for him.

Looking back to the island she noticed a note left for her.

took too long

went to the store to buy more sugar

be back in 20

-Joel : )

"Ugh."

. . .

Thanks 4 reading u all! Notes r appreciated! :3

authors note!!!! <33; SRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! i got rlly insecure abt my writing tbh but then i realized like i dont have to be this serious writer using big words and crazy detailed descriptors with 12k word chapters ykwim? im a gay teenage girl so im gonna write like one! Dialogue is definitely my strong suit like ahh its so fun. be honest guys does the way i write bug u? is it too fast paced? cuz i feel like it is TELL ME!!!!!! ALSO ITLL START TO GET MORE ROMANTIC AND SILLY SOON I PROMISEE

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Can you share some hc’s of Snape being in established relationship (romantically)? (Let this man finally be happy pls😭)

Let's gooooo:

Severus is not the type to shower his partner with sweet words or extravagant gifts. Instead, he shows his love in practical and silent ways. If his partner complains of headaches, a perfectly brewed potion will be waiting the next morning. If their gloves are worn out, a new pair (charmed to stay warm) will mysteriously appear on their nightstand. He will not acknowledge these gestures, and if they try to thank him, he will dismiss it with a curt: "You should take better care of your things" or "It's foolishness," always downplaying his actions because Merlin forbid anyone think he actually cares.

He is protective in his own way. He won’t make a scene, but if he perceives a threat—real or imagined—his mere presence will be enough to make people reconsider their actions. Is someone being too familiar with his partner? Suddenly, the atmosphere becomes tense, almost dangerous. A stranger raising their voice? Severus appears at their side, his tone silky but sharp, dropping a cutting remark that leaves the other person speechless. If his partner tells him he’s overreacting, he will frown and mutter something about "idiots who don’t know their place."

Romance is uncharted territory for him, and he’s not very good at it—actually, he’s pretty useless in general. He overanalyzes every interaction, trying (and failing) not to be an asshole, and his attempts at romantic gestures often come off as stiff or overly formal. He might buy flowers, but instead of saying something sweet, he’ll start explaining their botanical properties. If his partner laughs, he’ll turn red and grumble, “Well, excuse me for being informative.” But once committed, he gives himself completely, with a loyalty so intense it could be suffocating—if it weren’t so genuine.

He overthinks everything at least two hundred times. On the outside, he may seem like a block of ice, but inside, he’s probably on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He has no idea what he’s doing—no one is at the wheel—and he tends to overreact to the smallest things because he is in a constant state of hypervigilance. Intimate connections don’t come easily to him. He may snap over trivial matters and act like a jerk because he cannot properly regulate himself. Later, at best, he might admit that he’s "a bit of an ass sometimes"—his way of saying he knows he messed up but refuses to fully admit it.

Speaking of this, let’s dive into just how terribly insecure this man is. He never truly believes he deserves to be loved. That’s the crux of it. Consciously, he can rationalize that someone loves him, but his subconscious will never fully accept it. He always has the feeling that, sooner or later, his partner will realize he’s not worth it. When things are going well, he becomes wary, waiting for the inevitable abandonment, which often leads to reactions that cause arguments, thus fulfilling his own prophecy. He is the kind of person who prefers to push someone away before they can leave him. But of course, if his partner points out these insecurities, he will deny it and get ten times angrier because they hit a nerve.

If the relationship has been going on for a while and is well-established, the dynamic will likely shift. To the world, Severus is a cold and intimidating figure. But behind closed doors, if his partner takes his hand, he won’t pull away. If they rest their head on his shoulder, he will tense up at first but eventually relax, letting it happen. Secretly, he enjoys having his hair played with, though he will grumble and call it childish. If his partner stops, he will pretend not to care but very obviously position himself within their reach again.

Severus will not tell his partner who they can or cannot spend time with, but he deeply hates the idea of being secondary in their life. If he feels like he’s not getting enough attention, he won’t say it outright—he will simply become colder, his sarcasm sharper, and his patience nonexistent. If his partner asks what’s wrong, he will shrug and say, “Nothing.” (It’s definitely something.) The only way to fix it is with a good dose of reassurance—preferably through physical contact, though he will pretend to be annoyed by it too. He will never admit this and will deny it above all else if his partner calls him out on it because he sees this behavior as childish, but in the end, it stems from his insecurities, and he can’t help it.

His sense of humor is dark, razor-sharp, and sometimes so dry that people don’t realize he’s joking. If his partner can keep up with his sarcasm and respond with the same energy, he will feel in his element. If they ever catch him off guard with a witty comeback, he will pause, smirk slightly, and murmur, “Perhaps you’re not entirely witless after all.”

If his partner has a similarly sharp or equally cutting sense of humor, they’ll probably have a great time being a pair of assholes together. Severus hates social gatherings and crowded places, but he doesn’t hate them as much if he and his partner can spend the time verbally eviscerating everyone in sight.

His version of romance is making sure his partner’s potions are perfectly labeled, that they never run out of ink, that their cloak is mended before they even notice the damage. He will mock traditional displays of affection, but if his partner understands that this is his way of loving, he will feel deeply satisfied. If they ever return the favor, he will be bewildered, mumble something unintelligible, and quickly change the subject.

He has never been one to drink excessively because his father drank, and when he did, he was an even bigger piece of shit than when he was sober. But Severus is the kind of drunk who, instead of becoming violent, either gets depressingly melancholic or nostalgic—hence why he has always avoided drinking. With a partner, however, he discovers a third reason to hate drinking: when intoxicated, he becomes excessively talkative and says things he later regrets—not because they are bad or negative, but because they are far too affectionate. In other words, his walls come down too much.

One very important thing to keep in mind: Severus does not fight fair. His words are venomous, his tone is sharp, and when he’s angry, he knows exactly what to say to wound. And he does—he cuts deep because he knows where it hurts, and he acts like a complete bastard. It’s his defense mechanism; he’s always done it. When he feels attacked, he goes for the jugular—it’s survival instinct. The problem is, he doesn’t actually want to hurt his partner; he just reacts impulsively. Later, remorse eats away at him, and he feels like absolute shit. His partner must either learn not to take it too seriously or hit back just as hard and put him in his place. They should also know that he won’t offer a grand apology—at most, he will say something like, "Well, sometimes I’m a bit of a dick, I suppose," and that’s about it.

He is not one for grand public displays of affection, but if his partner is observant, they will notice the small gestures: how he always places a hand on their lower back while guiding them through a crowd, how his fingers brush against theirs just a little longer than necessary, how he instinctively positions himself between them and any potential threat.

He would rather die than admit this, but he enjoys small daily routines: sharing a cup of tea in the morning, the sound of pages turning as they read together in silence. There is something comforting in knowing that, no matter how exhausting the day has been, his partner will be there, waiting for him.

He would rather drop dead than admit it, but he is jealous. He won’t show it because he finds jealousy ridiculous, and the very concept of it feels childish to him. But we’re talking about someone with deep-seated insecurities and an immense fear of rejection and abandonment—so miracles shouldn’t be expected. If someone flirts with his partner, he will respond with a glare so intense it could kill. If the person doesn’t take the hint, he will make a remark so cutting they will question their own existence. His partner might think he’s overreacting, but Snape will simply cross his arms and mutter, “Not my fault they were clearly dropped on their head as a baby.”

He has no interest in trivial conversations or superficial relationships. His ideal partner is someone who can challenge him, keep up with him mentally, and share his love of knowledge. If they know something he doesn’t, he will be fascinated (though he’ll try to hide it). If they ever outwit him in an argument, he will be irritated… but deep down, he will be impressed. He needs to feel like he’s with someone who has a brain—superficiality is fine for a quick fling, but for something more, intelligence is a must.

Affectionate, but reluctantly so. Severus will roll his eyes if his partner hugs him out of nowhere, but he will never push them away. If they stop being affectionate for some reason, he will be in a foul mood but refuse to say why. He will hover too close, find excuses to touch their hand… until his partner finally confronts him. (“Did you miss me?” “Don’t be ridiculous.” He does not let go.)

Severus does not love easily, but when he does, it is with overwhelming intensity. He won’t say “I love you” often, but he will show it—in the way he looks at them when he thinks they’re not watching, in the way he stays up late brewing a potion for their well-being. In the way that, no matter what, he will always choose them.

[arthenaa]

ikaw at ikaw (only you) — mizu x f!reader

synopsis: 4 times your team lead chose you and 1 time you chose her.

content: modern!au, office romance, you and mizu are creatives, specifically in the character and concept design department in a very very famous gaming company (take a guess), she is your creative director and lead designer and you are the concept artist, 4+1 format, FLUFF, work relations, dynamic, and position might not be accurate, forgive me, this is basically just me projecting yet again.

a/n: this is requested by @andieperrie18 ! the answer shit isn't letting me edit my answer so ill be @-ing you here. TYSM FOR ENJOYING MY WORKS !! means a lot ... u also chose pasilyo 🥹🥹🥹🥹 sunkissed lola is the best

1.

Being part of the creatives team was a nightmare.

To tell you the truth, the position for a Concept Artist with a specialty in 2D design wasn't actually all that bad. The monthly benefits and wage were something you're quite lucky to receive considering the constant side eye other departments have with the admin's treatment of the artist employees. This was also your dream job—having had to play their games, specifically, VALORANT, left you in awe and gearing to apply once you were ready for an Internship. After your OJT course, you were accepted for a position in Character and Concept Design and are considered one of the team's most beloved artists (Your followers on Twitter reckon so).

In short, the work environment was great. A solid 15/10 experience—I mean how can you beat a company that caters not only to you as an artist but also as a player? Nothing can beat that feeling of satisfaction once you see your work displayed on various monitors all around the world.

It was more of ... the relationships and interactions with that work space environment that left you grasping at a chance to breathe.

People think you're overreacting but you think it's completely reasonable.

"Yes, you are overreacting."

Your face falls at Taigen's words—watching as he plays a round of unrated in the company's leisure space decked with state of the art PC builds that could definitely beat your poor touchscreen fridge with just a move of its mouse. You could hear the familiar voicelines of Jett from VALORANT as he uses the character's abilities to swiftly enter the site and take a hold of the defenders' positions.

Taigen is part of the Gaming Development Department in the VALORANT Team. He often does routine user gameplay checks and one of its perks is that you literally just have to play the game and get paid for it. You think its unfair but then again, its Taigen. He's always unfair.

"I think you're just saying that to be mean," You frowned, eyes trained on his face—the lights reflecting back on his stupid, stupid, clear-skinned face. Taigen rolls his eyes but not an ounce of his focus leaves the game.

"Being honest equals to being mean, got it." Taigen's voice comes out in a sarcastic tone. You kick a speck of dust on the cement floor, twirling in the gaming chair you're seated on.

"I just think its a reasonable thing to complain about!" You throw your hands in the air in an attempt to get him to look at your side of things. "You're completely unfazed because your team lead has the patience of a mother with 7 kids."

You hear the familiar cue of an ACE kill as Taigen hits a headshot on the last player. The game's interface shifts to the winner screen and finally, he turns to you, pulling his headphones off and giving his best deadpan stare.

"You're freaking out over Mizu sighing over your concept design proposal for Neon and overanalyzed even the way she drank her coffee because you're obsessed with her like that." Taigen arches his eyebrow to make the situation all the more ridiculous. Your mouth closes and opens like a fish out of water. "Am I right? Wait no, don't answer that. I know I am."

"What the fuck?" Your voice comes out in a desperate attempt of self-defence but it ultimately just sounds defeated. Taigen chuckles as he turns back to his monitor to take a look at the game stats.

"Look," Taigen tries to be empathetic but you're pretty sure this is just to get you off his back. The queue for competitive is already up and running. "As your friend, I say this with the love that I have for you and your works but please, Mizu is just one woman. If my mind process went like yours, I would've assumed Akemi hated my very existence and this is coming from someone who IS dating Akemi."

You purse your lips in thought as he raises his eyebrows in exaggeration. You're not exactly sure why you approached Taigen with this problem but he was the only familiar face that you saw after walking out of the meeting room in a hurry.

But then the question in this situation is who exactly is Mizu?

Well, there were a lot of things you could associate with the familiar blue-eyed director. Mizu is your boss—the creative director for Concept and Character design for the VALORANT team. She oversees character ideas, map visuals, detailing, and the final approval for character and asset ideation before it's sent for building in the 3D and VFX departments. She is your employer but you can also consider her your friend, albeit a highly respected one (she did the character design for Jett and Yoru).

It's not that you were obsessed—Taigen is wrong, he's always wrong—it was definitely because you respected her very much. Being a Riot Design Lead is basically fucking God. You create and give life to ideas. She's part of the original team that worked on the pre-release of VALORANT during its early stages and got to see the whole thing unfold. Something you wished to see back then but glad that you were able to become part of the journey despite being a few patches late.

You respected her enough to always want to be on her good side. I mean, who wouldn't? She's talented and very... youthful-looking and one of Riot's youngest leads, you honestly think that being worried over her approval like this is just a matter of respect and definitely NOT obsession.

"You're doing that thing where you space out and I have to assume that it's probably because of Mizu, yeah?" Taigen's voice intercepts your reprieve and suddenly, a curl of your eyebrows creates a look of annoyance on your face.

"I am not obssesed with Mizu," You reiterate, but this time with your mouth. "I just... respect her."

Taigen leans back on his gaming chair, nodding as if you just told him that he didn't need to double double-click everything.

"That's the most unbelievable shit I've heard today," Taigen finally replies with a scrunch of his nose. Your jaw falls open.

"I do not!"

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do too!"

"Do fucking not—Stop it."

Taigen purses his lips, and makes a motion of zipping his mouth and shaking his head. You huff in anger. Taigen was never going to believe you.

Just as you were about to chastise him again for being mistaken, a knock on the glass doors notifies you of a new presence. You turn by instinct and your eyes widen in shock and probably, dread—who knows.

"There you are," Mizu's voice filters through your ears like classical music on a good Friday evening. You stammer slightly as she enters the area, eyes trained on you through those tinted orange specs. Mizu momentarily greets Taigen who only raises his hand in greeting before turning towards the screen (only you can see through your peripheral vision that this motherfucker is laughing). "I've been looking for you."

"You did?" Your voice comes off quiet. Mizu furrows her eyebrows.

"Uh, yeah?" She replies with a confused tone. "I had your concept design for Neon approved, it was more direct compared to Matt's. I wanted to tell you in person since you just bolted from the meeting room."

You fall silent at her words. She looks a bit concerned as you try to make sense of the information.

"You seem in shock—Are you okay?" Mizu asks, eyes glancing towards Taigen who looks at her before shrugging.

You feel your heart speed up. You momentarily calm yourself before finally responding. "Y-Yeah, sorry. Just didn't think that you'd approve it."

Mizu tilts her head like a fucking cat and you're quite sure you would drop dead then and there. "Why not? It's your work."

You're not sure what she means by that but a sudden shiver runs through your veins at her praise and suddenly your cheeks are flushing.

"Ah," You're voice fills in the silence, awkward and quiet. "Thank you?"

There's a pause of silence before Mizu chuckles. She heaves a breath before pulling the glass door open.

"I'll see you at my office, Y/N." She smiles. "Great work."

The silence further pushes you into the void as you and Taigen watch her exit and disappear into another hallway through the glass windows. Just as you were a few minutes ago, you lean forward to slouch over your knees, hands on your face as you meltdown from what just happened. You hear Taigen chuckle beside you.

"Give it a few more months and she'll give you a ring on your finger with a bent knee on the ground."

You sob into your hands as Taigen erupts in heaps of laughter.

Oh my fucking God.

2.

The release for Neon was a hit. An all-time new duelist originating from the Philippines, your concept design took off without a hitch. It's safe to say that your hard work paid off as you stood over the central common room—leisure areas decked with your coworkers trying out and celebrating the release. A sense of satisfaction fills you.

"I hear you spearheaded the design concept for Neon," A voice infiltrates your sense like a lure. You can't help but smile at its familiarity. Akemi wraps her arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder as she continues. "Marketing was thrilled with the positive response. Good job."

You turn around, her arms loosely accommodating you. "Akemi," you coo.

The girl grins wide and pulls you into a hug. You return the affection in a grander gesture of squeezing her tight against you.

Akemi's part of the Marketing Department for Riot. While she often creates publication material for VALORANT, she also has cross work with League of Legends for its various strategic releases (ie. KDA).

"I just want to say that I already predicted Neon would be a sure hit, it's your work after all," Akemi pulls away from the hug with a smug smile. She grabs your hands in hers, swinging them slowly. "Marketing it was like a breeze in the park."

You laugh softly at her enthusiasm. "You give me way too much credit."

Akemi rolls her eyes affectionately. "Humility is a disease—live a little."

You shake your head at her quips, opting to smile in response. A member of your team passes by, eyes widening in recognition of you before giving you a thumbs up. Akemi watches the interaction—eyes trained on that person's figure as they walked towards Mizu who was busy talking to other creative team leads. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion at her prolonged silence.

"Who are you—?" Your words trail off as you turn to look at what she's so focused on before turning back at the sight of Mizu. "Nevermind."

Akemi raises her eyebrow with an amused look on her face. "Taigen always has a penchant for exaggerating but I didn't think it was this bad?"

Your face falls at the information. "Taigen told you?"

Akemi gives you a 'duh' look—eyebrows raised and eyes half-lidded. "Taigen's a loose lock if you pry hard enough. He basically can never keep a secret."

You give her a deadpan stare before shifting in your position. Akemi crosses her arms over her chest as she eyes you up and down—filled to the brim with amusement. "I'm fine, stop making a big deal out of it."

"Uh huh," Akemi squints her eyes playfully. You could only glare back in response.

The loud cheering at the front catches your attention as resident workers, interns, and newbies alike begin to tune in at the commotion. Akemi and you move to the sidelines, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you tried to find out what's happening.

"What's happening?" You ask the person to your front. He turns, eyes beaming with excitement.

"The creative director for C&C got pulled in a 1v1. They're playing against Beckham."

Your breath hitches at the information. Akemi nudges you with her elbow, overhearing the conversation. The two of you move to the side, finally getting a glimpse of the two team leads focused on a custom game of VALORANT. Your eyes zone in on familiar raven locks seated on the right monitor.

A live stream of their game is projected on the monitor up front and suddenly you feel sick from the amount of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

She's playing Neon. The character you designed.

Oh God. You watched her take kill after kill, headshot after headshot as she sprinted across the map—zapping characters with Neon's electric abilities. You've never seen someone look so fucking hot playing an FPS game before. It's doing things to your brain.

Just as you expected, the winning banner appears on Mizu's screen and the C&C Team erupts in cheers. You become entranced at the sight—a few of your co-workers patting her on the back before she erupts in smiles and laughs. This is not healthy for your heart.

And just as you think the night couldn't get any better, one of the people from the Marketing departments begins stirring up an interview.

"What made you choose Neon on the character pick? You usually go for Sentinels, no?"

Your eyes meet and suddenly you could feel your heart skip a few beats. Mizu chuckles.

"Wanted to do a duelist around for a spin," Mizu replies. "The design and character visuals for Neon was amazing and I ought to pay the artist who did it a homage."

Suddenly all eyes are on you—some of them even "ooh-ing" for being praised by Mizu. You pale at the attention before doing a hesitant bow in gratitude.

Mizu pulls the headphones off her head and smiles. "Congrats, Y/N. Hope you liked the win."

You feel Akemi stir up beside you, chuckling at the interaction.

You're going to die. You can feel it and its all because of your boss.

3.

Okay, maybe admitting that you were a little bit obsessed and crushing over your employer was a bit overdue. You weren't exactly the type to parade your feelings around the office but if people were to zone in on you acting sheepish and awkward around Mizu, there was a 55% chance that you could tell based on that alone.

It wasn't like your admiration for Mizu started on a whim. As said countless and countless times, it had a foundation of respect until Mizu started trying to get to know and interact with you and those same feelings of admiration started to change. What else were you supposed to do? Mizu is a fucking all-in-one holiday basket—you didn't have it in you to resist the charms.

It also didn't help that over the past few days, Mizu seems to have her undivided attention on you. Showering you with praises, asking if you wanna spearhead a certain project, revel in your work—all that shit. It's messing with your productivity and mindset and that's not a good idea.

The Head Director for the VALORANT Team had decided to call a night out for drinking to reward the team for the positive feedback for the latest patch. You were quite thankful for the opportunity as this was a way for you to get a moment of rest from Mizu's constant attention. Not that you were complaining, it's just a little... too much.

You were seated at the far right booth of the restaurant, keeping to yourself as you watched Ringo and Taigen begin to have a debate about team composition. Akemi grumbles beside you, clearly not enjoying whatever the fuck these two were talking about.

"Look," Taigen holds his hands out in front of him, trying to make a point. "All I'm saying is if you keep putting DPS builds on your team comp, how in the hell will you be able to maximize their kit? Supports are there for a reason."

Ringo rolls his eyes. "It's called enjoying the game, Taigen. So what if I want to put dick 1, dick 2, and dick 3, together?"

Taigen's jaw drops. "Do you know how much skill point dependent they are? I'm even surprised you could bust a skill out." The raven haired man pauses before continuing with a face contorted in disgust. "And stop calling them dick 1,2,3? It's Dan Heng, Blade, and Jing Yuan."

"Of course you'd police that as well. You look like that fucking emoji." Ringo raises his prosthetic hand, imitating pushing up a pair of glasses. "Um, actually—"

"You are as annoying as my grandmother, do you know that?" Taigen snarls, eyes pulled into a glare. Your tall huggable co-worker only grins and bats his eyelashes.

You begin to tune out the two as Akemi excuses herself to take a cigarette break—already having enough of their banter. You eye the glass of beer in front of you, watching as the liquid sloshes around with each twirl of your wrist.

You had hoped to end the night with silence but alas, you can never get everything that you wanted. You feel a pair of eyes on you—direct and unashamed. Already having a feeling on who this was, you looked up and met the reflection of the ocean.

'You okay?' She mouths, concern overflowing her features. It's subtle enough for people to not notice her sudden shift of attention but enough for you to understand her. Your cheeks flush as you nod back with the same softness that she had thrown your way.

She nods in understanding, sending a soft smile your way before turning back towards her conversation with the Head. You hang your head down, wishing that the night would end faster so that you can finally have the moment of peace you have been wanting ever since this morning.

It was as if the world decided to cast hell upon you and revoked you of your rights to peace at the arrival of yet another problem.

"L/N!" The Head Director's voice encompassed the whole area—eyes turning towards him then at you in amusement. "You're one of the star employees and yet you haven't touched a single speck on that glass of yours!"

His hearty laughter follows—giggles and cheering from you co-workers following suite. You sweat drop, eyes darting to Taigen and Ringo who both looked away at your glare before turning towards the window where Akemi sends you a gracious thumbs up, a cigarette hanging from her lips. You groan.

"I-I'm fine," You wave your hand, laughing it off. Your eyes connect with Mizu, an unreadable look on her face as she takes a sip of her chosen beverage.

God decides to punish you more as the team lead beside Mizu chimes in. "Oh c'mon! You're a great asset to the company! I suggest drink up!"

One of your team members passes a full pint of beer as the others begin to urge you to drink up. You hadn't felt the intensity of peer pressure ever since your dance recital on 10th grade and that wasn't even as half bad as this. You weren't feeling on drinking yourself to death as well so trying to down a full pint of beer was a ticket for you to the afterlife (ie. you on your bed with puke all over the floors). The previous pint you had was enough.

You tried to decline as humbly as you could, afraid that this might be the instance that you could finally be fired off from Riot. You knew that if they kept pushing a 3rd more of their attempts that you'd probably give in for the sake of never doing this again but while the need hasn't yet arisen, you'll try fighting off the urge to be a people-pleaser.

Just as you finally begin to decline for the nth time, a hand emerges to your right—pushing the pint of beer in your co-worker's hands. The table falls silent. Your breath falters as the familiar scent of lavender and probably a hint of sunlight begins to seep in from behind you.

"Stop pressuring her like that," Mizu's voice sounds so close —your heart hammering off your chest. Your co-worker gives Mizu a sheepish smile.

"C'mon Mizu, let your team live a little!" The Head laughs once more before leaning forward with a smug smirk. "Unless you'll save this one yet again?"

There's a pause of silence as your co-workers darted between them—back and forth. You feel Mizu sigh behind you before her arms encase you against the table, one arm placed on the beside you each. Your breath hitches.

"Sorry," She mutters as she reaches for the pint. You stammer, turning towards her as you reach out to her wrist by instinct. Mizu blinks with her eyes wide open, suddenly surprised by your actions.

"Y-you don't have to!" You murmured, trying to keep your voice low. Mizu's eyes are unreadable. "You don't drink—!"

The woman chuckles before patting your hand and gently pulling herself off your grasp. "It's okay." She says.

You watch with stammering breath as she gulps the pint in one go, others cheering as she did. The Head claps.

"Didn't expect to see Mizu downing a beer today but here we are," The man bellows in laughter. Mizu chuckles, wiping the residue off her lips. You could only stare at her in shock.

Mizu glances down at you with a smile before patting your head then walking off. Your gaze trails on her and somehow the hammering within you becomes all the more intense.

Oh, Lord.

4.

It was supposed to just be a little game—a past time that the others decided to force you along. You really had no qualms joining games like this but if it concerns the people around you, especially in your work place, somehow you feel the risk of being outed for liking someone in you work space.

"If you guys wanted to date someone in the office, who'd you pick?" Ise leans forward, eyes squinted as she gives you and Akemi a smirk. The three of you were currently lounging in the cafeteria during you lunch break. There weren't many people present due an event going on in one of the building's sectors, so having a conversation like this somehow was less anxiety inducing.

"Taigen, unfortunately," Akemi deadpans. Ise rolls her eyes.

"I mean! Besides him," Ise whispers excitedly. "There's a newbie from marketing that looks cute but kinda quiet, maybe he's nice."

"You mean Takayoshi?" Akemi raises an eyebrow as she takes a sip of her tea. You glance back and forth between them.

"Is that his name?" Ise watches Akemi nod in response. "Well, I'll just have to go get his number then."

Akemi shakes her head at Ise's musings and you had hoped that the conversation would end there, but Ise suddenly turns to you with that mischievous look in her eye.

"What?" You whisper out, eyebrows furrowed in innocence. Akemi side glances you, the corners of her lips upturned in a smile. God, she was enjoying this too.

"What about you, Y/N?" Ise props her arm on the table, placing her cheek on her palm. "Got someone you're interested in?"

You avoid eye contact. "No."

Ise leans forward with a gasp. "You do!"

"I don't!" You reiterate with urgency. You turn to Akemi with a frantic stare. "Tell her I don't."

Ise turns to Akemi who smiles. "She doesn't."

"Bullshit." Ise deadpans. "The moment I'd believe Akemi with a smile on her face is the moment I'd die," Akemi flashes her middle finger at her to which Ise returns generously. Finally, the girl turns to you—chair scooted over to your right as she flashes you her doe eyes. "So? Who is it?"

You Akemi chuckle against her cup as you stammer in front of Ise. "I don't really like someone though?"

"Lies," Ise declares. "We might not be that close but you got that twitch in your eye that already tells me something. Who is it?"

"Ise," You plead, eyes darting around the space. Somehow, saying it out loud meant that you're solidifying the fact that you liked Mizu—an occurrence you'd like to keep to yourself as much as possible. You loved Ise, you really do. You worked with her hand in hand in bringing Neon to life (You worked on her design while she worked on the 3D build) and have become tremendously grateful for her critique and contributions to your work. But this, this was something else. You could feel your heart speed up as she started listing some names.

"Is it Beckham? That piece of shit always too full himself." Ise places a hand on her chin in thought. "Or Ringo? Nah, he's way too focused on content map-building."

There's a pause of silence before an 'aha!' look spreads through her face. You prayed that she would get it wrong but this is Ise we're talking about.

"Is it perhaps," Ise pauses, eyes darting all over your face. "Mizu—"

"What about me?"

The three of you tense, eyes darting behind you as you turn to find the familiar stance of your boss. She leans forward, a hand on the back of your chair as she gives the three of you a curious glance. You hadn't heard her at all, and something about Ise's frantic glance towards you says she didn't expect the same thing as well.

"W-we we're just listing people we found attractive," Ise laughs uncomfortably under Mizu's stare. The creative director glances at Akemi who raises an eyebrow at her. Somehow there was a silent conversation going on between the two that left you confused.

"Really?" Mizu asks, the ends of her words trailing off as she glances back at Ise. "Who said I was attractive?"

"It was Y/—"

"NO ONE!" You exclaimed, cutting Ise off with a jump. You flush under Mizu's wide gazed, surprised at your interference. Somehow, the way you said it implied that no one found her attractive at all, and that was way too wrong so you caught yourself before you delved into a pit of despair. "I mean, w-we haven't started and was just listing people off."

Mizu nods slowly in understanding, eyes examining your face for any slip-ups. You looked away from the intensity.

Ise finally saves your ass. "Yeah. What she said."

"What about you, Director?" Akemi chimes in from your left and both you and Ise turn to her with wide gazes. She simply smiles over her cup, face contorted in a mischievous look. You couldn't read Mizu at all. You had expected Akemi to drop it—after all, she wasn't even joining in on Ise's incessant need to know everything about everyone. "Who do you find the most attractive in this office, hm?"

You can feel Mizu shifting behind you before a chuckle pulls out from her lips. You turn towards her in curiosity as she flashes a smile towards you.

"I'd pick Y/N, of course,"

Huh?

Akemi rolls her eyes, somehow already expecting the answer. Your jaw drops at her response as Mizu turns to Ise who already has a knowing look on her face.

"She's just that reliable," Mizu looks back down towards you, those shades of blue peeking from her tinted glasses. She pinches your cheek in a flash before pulling away. "Cute too."

You turn away, afraid that the flush on your cheeks might've given you away.

"Anyways, I just dropped by to see what's happening outside the event," Mizu sighs, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. "I'll see you girls around."

Your interactions always end up one sided somehow. She gives and then leaves—resulting in you malfunctioning from whatever she's left for you to deal with.

Ise turns to you with a mischievous grin when Mizu finally turns the corner. "You and the Director huh?"

"Shut up, oh my God."

+1

"Why do you always do stuff like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're not leaving me any room to process the shit you do?"

Mizu lets out quiet laughs from beside you. 10:47 pm. Normally, work hours in the office end at about 9 but you've learned that staying late is where the good things happen.

"I literally just told you 'good job' the other day and you malfunctioned in front of me," Mizu giggles, leaning forward as she tapped you on the nose with the pen to her digital tablet. "And I heard everything by the way. Quite adorable of you to deny everything."

You flush under her affectionate gaze. "Everyone's so gossipy. You can't blame me."

Mizu turns her chair towards you, arms reach out to take a hold of your own before pulling them close to her side. You lean back at her sudden proximity.

"Well you can't blame me either when you're this adorable," Mizu grins. You furrow your eyebrows, finally leaning close as you cupped her cheeks within your palms.

"You even drank beer," You whisper, tone apologetic. "You don't even like alcohol."

Mizu leans into your touch. "And you don't like being pressured into something you don't want to do. I can sacrifice a little bit of something I don't like just for you."

You melt at her words, eyes darting over her softened features. "Thank you," You whisper, grateful.

"Anything for my girlfriend," Mizu teases. You roll your eyes before pulling her into a soft kiss. She kisses back instantly, hands gripping the arm chair as you take lead of the kiss. After a few pecks and chaste kisses here and there, you finally pull back—reveling in the soft flush across Mizu's cheeks.

"Also," You chime in. Mizu raises an eyebrow. "I was the one who pursued, not you. Correct that when they catch on."

Mizu chuckles at your words. "Right on. Akemi threatened me the other day, saying something like, 'I forbid you from dating Y/N Y/L/N, Mizu Tagawa!' Funniest shit, I've heard. If only she knew."

You pinch her cheeks, giggling at her words. "Of course, she's say that."

There's a pause of silence before Mizu turns to her work, a sketch of VALORANT's newest agent displayed on screen.

"Want to help me with the new guy?" She nudges towards the screen. "Heard he's French."

You turn to her monitor, dozens of details sketched on the edges with a version of her idea of the new agent. You grin, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"You could've just asked me to marry you." You tease. "Also, sure."

You turn towards the table and pulled her tablet towards you. Mizu scoffs as you take over her work.

"And if I actually did?"

"Sure, Mizu, sure."

"I'm serious!"

a/n: hey guys!!! this was so fun to write and honestly i was just inspired to do this request bc ive been drafting an office romance for mizu after the roommate thing. hope yall enjoyed ! if yall arent familiar with valorant, here are the agents mentioned or referenced (neon & chamber (french guy)). also mizu's last name is derived from master eiji's va! cary-hiroyuki tagawa!

[biancasaidstfu]

The lack of interaction is the hint y’all but let’s keep that here in our little corner 🤫

Mhm, I think they decided to limit their interaction cause people started to get out of control. I'd have done the same. That's probably part of why Luke and Antonia disappeared after Sorrento and kept their relationship under wraps (there were still signs she was around), the hate was suffocating...the same with Jake. Although I don't believe Jake and Nicola are together. I think they just want to protect their peace because people overreact and overanalyze everything....

Yeah we’re not talking about the same thing anon 🤣

[hanahaki-recovery]

A White Knight Batjokes Masterpost because I need to read this...

Let me start with the issue number 1 from October 4th,2017.

Look at their height difference, please

Ok, so this start with Bruce so obsessed with their chasing that he doesn't mind destroying the houses, almost running over the citizens or listening to Barbara for that matter... Joker is the only thing he sees or hears apparently. (So it's just a normal Batman Issue lmao)

And they get alone, Joker gives feedback about Batman's performance, like he is his mission, his best purpose.

"we're gotham's favorite power couple" 🫦

You are not beating the distancer allegations like you think you are Batsy Boy, he says shit like this (Ugh I don't care about you Joker bleh) but never does something about it. Anyway, Joker gets "hurt" and decides to just throw everything in Bruce's face, all the problems batman has, insecurities, secrets, anger...

💔 My heart

The tears, the fucking tears... This is so heartbreaking man. And after Batman shoves all the pills into joker's mouth like an ashole, we get the most beautiful, hunting and sad panel in this comic.

Bruce will have some problems concerning Alfred's health, will shut himself more but still searches about the pills joker is taking (I dOnT cArE aBoUt YoU 🤡). Joker now The Jack Napier starts thinking about the relationship between the three people: Him, Joker and Batman.

(Shout out to Bruce 'you mean nothing to me' wayne watching Joker in his cell)

Am I Overreacting, overanalyzing? I will never know because DC never allows Joker to be human and when he shows just a tiny ass glimpse, he just get tossed aside like nothing (Arthur Fleck my beloved), but this is another take how Joker/Jack hates himself, is depressed, insecure, has no purpose until he meets Batman and he has no other healthy way to cope or to approach Batman because of his trauma and mental health, which is a shame... Jack/Joker is extremely intelligent, goofy, a mastermind, an expert chemist, even ticking Batman's braincells to solve riddles and clues in some comics like C'MON!

And he is so intelligent, scoring so high in tests, that he uses in his favor here.

And Jack tells how he is feeling, the first important feeling...

'Heartbroken' 🤧 (I love that he is freeing himself so flawlessly lmao).

Anyway, now Jack's mission is to be The White Knight against The Dark Knight, Joker, everybody... Ok... Let's see the next issue...

🦇 Off Topic 🃏

Batjokes Fandom what are your thoughts about this whole issue? What is the theory and consensus that you guys have?

[ooooo-mcyt]

hello!

although i agree with you about hot guy’s manipulation of grian i do think that using the editor’s post outside of the actual chapters as ‘evidence’ is an odd thing to do?

like no matter how the writers mean it we can all interpret it in different ways and using something outside the actual canon events to support your opinion feels a bit… off

i love your analysis posts tho!! :D

I don't see how pointing out confirmation of authorial intent is a problem /gen.

I don't know whether this is a controversial statement, but authorial intent matters when interpreting scenes.

That doesn't mean you can't interpret things outside of authorial intent, or that the authorial intent is the end all be all of fandom analysis. I would be a hypocrite to claim that, seeing as my whole thing is analyzing the Life Series to a degree that very obviously wasn't intended by the cc's.

But when the most common thing I see in my inbox arguing about my DDVAU takes is that I'm "stretching" or "overanalyzing" what actually happened in the chapter (which people are often oddly aggressive/insulting about) I'm absolutely going to point to the fact that my reading is directly within authorial intent.

I mean, I guess I could try to argue with them using more analysis of the actual content of the chapter, but when someone's fundamental stance is "You're overreacting/stretching, the it's not intended to be that deep, bro" more deep analysis isn't going to convince anyone, so obviously I'm just going to link the source confirming that it is intended to be that deep.

Because I honestly don't have the energy to give everyone who sends me "You're stretching, idiot" a well thought out and polite explanation of the intricate manipulation within the chapter when I have another post that does exactly that and confirms I'm not just "stretching".

Not that everyone who has disagreed with my takes has been hostile or insulting about it, but I've gotten enough weirdly hostile "you're reading into things too much" asks to last a lifetime regarding my DDVAU posts, which really saps the energy to debate in good faith with people. So i simply don't tend to engage with most DDVAU debates in my inbox other than to justify that I'm not, in fact, being crazy/reading things that aren't there, by pointing to an analysis on the matter from a source they might listen to.

(i might be more likely to engage with people if they came into it more often stating their personal interpretations and being friendly rather than instantly insulting me. which people do frequently. but i'm exhausted enough by these asks that i honestly can't promise i'll actually debate anyone, even if they're being nice about it.)

(i hope this post doesn't come across as cold btw, you were polite, anon, and thank you for reading my posts. i struggle with conveying tone and i'm worried my general frustration with other asks i've been getting might bleed through here, so i wanted to convey that if i come across as cold here at all it's not aimed at you specifically.)

[tintinology]

What if instead of Haddock worrying he's too old for Tintin, it was Tintin worried that Haddock thought of him as a kid and not a potential romantic partner?

Tintin trying to shed his boy scout reputation by insisting he and Haddock go out for drinks, only to get drunk off a single drink because he forgot to eat something beforehand and he's so used to taking alcohol with his meals that he didn't realize the effect it has on an empty stomach

Tintin deciding that Haddock won't be able to think of him as a kid if he grows a beard but it ends up coming out all patchy and that's somehow even more embarrassing than looking like he has a baby face

Tintin thinking maybe it's his plus fours that make him look so young, and trying to change his appearance, but somehow a three-piece suit just makes him look younger than he actually is and people start mistaking him for a teenager even more than before

And meanwhile Haddock's completely baffled at Tintin's sudden behaviour change, because he's never thought of Tintin as a child so the idea that Tintin might be trying to appear more grown up doesn't even occur to him, only that whatever it is he's trying to do doesn't seem to be working out and is in fact turning out to be a bit funnier than intended

And when Tintin finally comes clean and explains everything to Haddock, he's even more confused because of course Tintin is an adult, what else would he be? And Tintin realizes he might have overreacted and accidentally overanalyzed Haddock's habit of calling him "lad" for no reason

[bluegekk0]

I've been in such an emotional slump lately. I fear that I upset my friends without realizing and now every interaction I feel like they're mad at me. It's like every time we chat I get the impression that they're annoyed with me, I keep thinking they're being sarcastic and trying to tell me to shut up in subtle ways, but I'm scared of asking cause what if I'm overreacting like I usually do? I just hate it so much. I feel like I'm such an exhausting person to be around and a little voice in the back of my mind keeps telling me it would be better for everyone if I distanced myself.

And I'm also fighting really hard against the idea that people in general are getting bored of me. I know engagement is not everything, I know that drawing for myself should be a priority. It makes me happy, and I draw what I love BECAUSE I love it. But it's so hard for me to not hope for validation and feedback when I've been compared to others all childhood. And it stings so much when a drawing I'm super happy with maybe doesn't perform as well as I hoped (at least compares to the number of people who follow me). I don't know if it's not reaching people here or if it's just getting too repetitive for people to care anymore. Or perhaps people see my self-reblogs as desperate and get discourages from interacting for that reason? Maybe they're right for that.

I've also been looking into and educating myself on the experiences of autistic individuals since I suspect I'm on the spectrum, and I do relate to many of them, plus every test I take indicates that I might be autistic. So in theory, self diagnosing would help, right? I could stop worrying that I'm broken somehow or a failure of an adult, and just accept that my brain simply works differently and maybe even be more kind to myself. That sounds good. But then the doubts keep creeping in. I don't remember if I showed any signs in my childhood, I barely remember anything from it. So what if I'm wrong, what if there were none, and I'm just overanalyzing symptoms or even faking them? How can I consider myself part of the community if there is a chance I shouldn't be there at all? What if I'm just lazy, what if I'm an introverted, anxious loser who put themselves in this situation by being incompetent at everything, now trying to find excuses?

I don't know. There's so many exhausting thoughts that have been dragging my mood down for the past few days. And I guess I'm just waiting for it to pass since I'm so scared of actually going out there and getting help.

Well, there goes another oversharing session. I usually feel bad talking about this with my friends cause I don't want to put them under the obligation to respond. And with how terrible I am at responding to their struggles (not that I don't care, I'm just so, so bad at responding to emotions and putting my thoughts into words that don't make me sound robotic) it often feels too one sided. So I guess this is a way for me to scream into the void and give people a choice if they want to ignore it or respond. I could just write it down in a diary or something, but part of me is hoping that maybe this experience resonates with someone and I'd feel less alone. Or maybe I'm simply just desperate for advice or validation that would feed my ego.

[oddballism]

I got into an argument? with a random internet person again due to misunderstanding

It’s really frustrating cause the other person is also autistic and they’re overreacting to my comment due to overanalyzing everything

And I *understand* what they’re going through perfectly because I do the exact same thing

But I’m having trouble typing up a good apology because I have a headache and I can’t organize my thoughts well enough, so they keep misinterpreting what I’m trying to say

And I feel bad that they feel bad. That’s why I’m trying to fix it

Autism to autism communication can really suck