#at least the first time they didn't have time to buy flowers and set up the funeral and sh*t now you're just going to crash everything

[theinfinitedivides]

'disappear? Joon Oh isn't in the morgue?'

[sunflower-lilac42]

Hii!! Happy 6 months! Love ur work <3

Could I pls request any ‘🐻’ for pookie bear Luke Hughes?

Much love :))

hi my love! thank you so much :)

also if someone wants to request this prompt with someone else you totally should bc i have another idea 🧍🏻‍♀️

this is the prompt i have chosen -> “Why do you keep doing this—” “Because I’m trying to prove to you that you are loved.” 

tw: feelings of not being good enough, allusions to past relationships (bad)

luke was always the kind of guy to shower his girl in love and gifts and literally everything. she was his person and he loved her so much. which is why it broke his heart every time her eyes watered with emotion when he gave her something unexpected.

she hadn’t experienced any of this. any of the plethora of compliments, the endless flowers, the endless gifts, no one had ever done that for her. it surprised her every time luke did it, even if it was just as simple as him whispering “you’re gorgeous” in her ear before going to bed.

recently, it has gotten worse. she ran into her ex when she and been visiting luke over spring break. she had briefly forgotten about his commitment to a nearby school. she was at the bookstore down the street from luke’s apartment, looking for the new book that had just released, when he tapped her on the shoulder.

she freaked out, eyes widening as she tried to find a way out of the situation. when she returned to luke's apartment he could tell there was something off about her. so, he started making sure he was doing everything in his power to make her feel better. he didn't have to know what was said, what had happened. all he had to know was that something upset his girl and he was going to do as much as he could to make it right.

y/n was concerned about the amount luke had been spending, about this new found obsession with doing everything and anything for her. not that she wasn't used to him doing this, but this. this was new.

it had been about five days since she had seen her ex, things had gone slightly back to normal for her at least. luke on the other hand, was not. she was supposed to go back yesterday but luke had begged her to stay another two days, at least. she sighed and gave in because she couldn't say no to him, especially when he had that pout.

this would now be the fifth day of luke bombarding y/n with gifts. the first day was a bouquet of roses, the second day was a new lego set, the third day was him waking her up with breakfast in bed and starbucks, plus a trip to the bookstore she loved oh so dearly. and yesterday he had taken her to this little art shop where they got to paint random pieces of pottery that they made.

today was now a new adventure. he had asked her about two hours before their reservation to this restaurant she had been wanting to go to, "do you want to go out tonight? for dinner."

"luke, what is all of this?"

"what?" his voice was innocent.

"buying me things, taking me places. why do you keep doing this-"

"because i'm trying to prove to you that you are loved."

"what?"

"last week, when you came back from the store. you were sad and you looked like how you did when we started dating. like you were trying to convince yourself that you deserved this."

"i don't know what you are talking about."

he grabbed her arm and pulled her into her so their chests were flushed with one another. she blushed as she peered up at him, "luke."

"i don't know what happened with your ex okay? i love you and you deserve that. you deserved to have everything, okay? and i will give you everything if that's what it takes to make you believe that."

much like all the other times, her eyes began to water, "i love you too."

he kissed her forehead before sliding his hand down to tap her ass, "now go get ready."

[dystychiphxbia]

☆ - Meeting your parents for the first time!

something short n simple to hopefully get out of writers block!

gn!reader

characters: reo, nagi, sae

Mikage Reo;

Reo always comes off as a confident person who always gets his way with things

At least that's how you've always known him...until now

For weeks prior to the fated day, he has been asking you so many questions

"What type of food do they enjoy?" "Do you think (restaurant) would be a good place?" "Should I start with talking about my education or my plans for the future? Or my achievements in soccer? Or maybe my wealth?" "What are your mother's favorite flowers?" "Should I buy them an expensive bottle of whiskey? Or wine? Would they like that?" "Does your mother wear silver or gold?"

At this point you are so done with him

So you look at him straight in the eyes and tell him to just be himself

Easier said than done when he really wants to make a good first impression

You are the love of his life, he doesn't know what he would do if this evening went badly

But in the end...Mikage Reo is Mikage Reo

The dinner goes way better than he ever could've imagined

Your parents already know so much about him...Mainly since you've told them a lot of things, but also because he's...well, Mikage Reo.

Reo is charismatic and familiar with such situations, he's honestly so smooth with the way he speaks the whole evening

So your parents approve this relationship...Honestly they probably gave their approval the moment they heard the name Mikage but oh well!

Nagi Seishiro;

Nagi kind of just doesn't care much?

He doesn't care about making first impressions or getting your parents approval

And him first meeting your parents just happens on a random evening

You had begged him to walk you home from school and your mother basically forced him to stay for dinner

"Wow you are so tall! (Y/n) has told us so much about you!"

Nagi isn't sure how to act since it happened so unexpectedly

And honestly he probably doesn't leave the best impression

Your parents ask him questions about his plans for the future and his answers aren't exactly what parents want to necessarily hear

But...he plays soccer and that possibly equals good money so he is good for now

And your parents know how happy he makes you, so you get their approval <3

After dinner he tells you how awkward he felt the whole evening...

During it he realized that you are such an important person to him, and he wouldn't want to lose you over one flimsy dinner...he wished he could've prepared for it

Next time he visits, he brings a small bouquet of flowers...just to make up for the last time...your parents see that he cares about you a lot, approved! <3

He probably asked Reo for advice but that shall be a secret from you and your parents!

Itoshi Sae;

From the first mention of his name, your parents have already given their approval

But Sae will make sure to leave a good impression as his own person

He would probably set up a simple dinner in a restaurant you could never afford

He is so formal with your parents...You've never seen him so polite with anyone

And the confidence. He doesn't ask many questions prior, and answers all the questions your parents ask so confidently that you think he has a whole script for this

And yes maybe he did practice his answers a little beforehand

But that he would never tell you...

Oh, your parents are indeed impressed...Sae didn't go overboard with anything, and everything just seemed so perfect...

Approved!

Later he admits that he was a bit nervous about the evening

You may tease him, but in the end you two are just satisfied with the outcome

[yelspyder]

gnt do ceu, fico tao feliz de encontrar outro br 😍😍

poderia pedir miguel x reader, em q a lyla percebe q ele gosta do reader e ela tenta dar um jeitinho p ajudar o miguel

enfim oq só as melhores i.a podem fazer😉

˚‧⁺.-"All you need is to be struck by one of Cupid's arrows"

↳ summary: Miguel lives in denial about his little crush, so Lyla is forced to help.

↳ characters: Miguel O'Hara

↳ Gn! Spidey Reader

↳ notes: another brazilian? I didn't think I'd find another one, but it's a pleasant surprise. we must stick together 💪Honestly, I don't have much confidence in my writing, but I hope you like it and thanks for asking.

Miguel was in love and it was obvious. At least for Lyla. He occasionally glared at you, looked like an abandoned puppy when you left, and was absolutely more than willing to do anything you asked.

What irritated Lyla the most was that he never had the nerve to ask you out. Come up to you and ask for a mission report? That was easy for Miguel. Send you on a complicated mission? Pft, he did that almost all the time. But simply asking you out? He had no idea how to do this, not that he planned to do that.

She couldn't take Miguel anymore with the face of a dog that fell off a moving truck when you're not around. It wasn't hard to ask you out. If Miguel didn't do it, she would do it for him herself. Deciding to change that, Lyla started checking Miguel's schedule and your own. Lyla smiled when she found a vague moment in common in the two schedules. Now, it was simple. All Lyla had to do was make a date and everything would be fine.

Miguel was confused when he got a notification from his schedule saying he had an event in two hours. He was pretty sure he didn't have any other meetings that day.

As soon as he checked his calendar and saw that he had an appointment with you, he panicked and called Lyla, demanding an answer.

"Lyla, what does that mean? You take care of my schedule and I never set up this meeting." His heart was beating fast now. A date with you? This could only be a joke.

Lyla materialized beside Miguel and glared at him with a mischievous smile before speaking. "That's exactly what you saw, boss. You have this meeting in two hours. You better start getting ready and maybe even buy some gifts. People like presents, you know?"

"But I never scheduled this meeting!" Miguel looked at Lyla with a mixture of anger, despair, and confusion. "Exactly why I, your amazing assistant, did this for you. If it were up to you, you would be stranded for the rest of your life."

"I never gave you permission to do this-" "But now it's done. At this point, the calendar notification has arrived and has probably already been read. There's no way to stop it anymore. And since I'm a very generous assistant, I'll help you get dressed for your first date with your crush."

At this point, he was mortified not knowing how to respond. He would never have expected to go on a date like this. Miguel didn't answer anything and just stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Don't worry boss, you'll thank me later. Oh, and the appointment I made is in earth 57, at that restaurant you like to go to. I made a reservation in your name."

After taking a moment to compose himself, Miguel still wanted to argue with Lyla, but he already knew he couldn't cancel the meeting anymore. He sighed before speaking. "Just....guide me"

Lyla laughed excitedly and began to ramble on about which outfit he should wear.

Hours later, Miguel could be seen wearing a casual outfit and with a bouquet of flowers sitting at the table while waiting for you. As soon as you arrived and greeted him, he quickly got up from the chair he was sitting in and greeted you back, offering you the bouquet of flowers. You can barely thank him before he pulls out a chair for you to sit down.

He was slightly flushed in the face the entire dinner while you carried on a casual conversation. At first, Miguel only gave a few short and brief answers because he was embarrassed. However, after some time of conversation, he opened up more and it really started to have a date atmosphere.

Right after the two finished eating, Miguel insisted on paying the bill. He ended up accompanying you for a short night walk in Central Park and, before you opened a portal and returned to your house, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek thanking you for the pleasant encounter.

Miguel was paralyzed for a while after you left, but he traced his cheek with his hand as a small, dreamy smile formed on his lips.

Maybe what Lyla had done wasn't all bad.

Maybe...

[lottiembae]

SUPERHEROES (1)

lottie matthews x fem!reader

Summary: lottie got late to her first anniversary with her girlfriend.

Warnings: fluff, spidey!lottie, college!reader, college!lottie.

Note: English is not my first language.

Lottie fly for the buildings, sorting them. She is going all fast she can, or her webs allow her. She checks the hour and searches for Y/N's name, pressing the button call and starting to hear the tones.

"Hello, baby! I'm not forgetting about it, I promise," Lottie said in a rush the moment her girlfriend picked up the phone, she almost saw the park where they would have the assigned date. "Misty wanted more photos to choose from and I needed to do it. I'm almost there." She didn't lie, Misty Quigley is the director of the college newspaper and wanted everything perfect, she took the photos yes, but she took it three hours ago. Then, someone else decided to do the bad in the city and Lottie needed to intervene.

Y/N let out a low chuckle. "Don't worry, Lot. I know you can't forget about our anniversary. Maybe momentarily, but you would remember it at some point." She said teasing.

Lottie led down on a rooftop where a backpack she left there, some of many of them, and opened it, putting out street clothes. "I will never forget about our anniversary, baby girl." She said seriously, removing her mask and breathing content when the fresh air hit her face. Her hair, now short, is a mess and the soft breeze is not helping.

"Mhmm. See you now then." Y/N said, hanging up.

"It's one time..." Lottie muttered, holding a smile and shaking her head softly. She cursed when saw the hour and pressed the spider on her chest, the suit falling from her body to the ground. Her slender fingers grab it and save it inside of the black backpack. Her outfit now consists of a pink skirt, a black sweatshirt and a black all stars, brushing her hair with her fingers and securing her camera on her neck.

Lottie ran to the edge and threw a web to slide down in the empty and dark street next to the building, the sunset hitting the many windows and blinding her brown eyes. When she landed, saw a florist crossing the road and decided to buy a bouquet of Y/N's favourites flowers.

She got outside after thanking the old man and walked faster to the park, looking at both sides of the road and waited for the traffic light to turn green. Lottie bit her lip, and when it turned on green she was the first to cross, apologising when she almost crashed with a bad-tempered lady.

"I'm here!" Lottie was out of breath when she spotted Y/N sitting in a blanket with everything set, the golden rays of sun shining on her face. Lottie falls in love with her again.

Y/N gave her a lipped smile, clearly holding a laugh. She stood up and walked towards her, her eyes falling to her hands, seeing the bouquet. "You know that we are celebrating today because you insist and the official one is this Saturday, right?" She crossed her arms around her chest, her white sweater giving her an adorable look since it is big on her, maybe the sweater is hers. It's been a long time since Lottie saw it.

"I know. I want at least to celebrate it on our day, a small thing. This is for you." Lottie said, holding out the bouquet towards her.

"Thank you, I love them." Y/N said, smelling the flowers while hugging them on her chest. She heard a click, making her look up and seeing her girlfriend take a photo of her. "Really?"

The brunette shrugged, putting down the camera but still holding it between her hands. "I can't resist." She confesses in a sheepish way.

Y/N pushes her with a hand towards herself and gives her a chaste kiss on her lips. "Happy anniversary, weirdo." She whispered on her lips, tiptoeing a little.

"Happy anniversary, miss weirdo's future wife." Lottie said in a tease tone, but happily witnessed the reaction from the woman in front of her. She let the camera hang on from her neck and put her hands on her hips, her head leaning down and closing the distance again, kissing her properly.

"Your hair is a mess... I don't understand how you manage to always look like that. And you look great!" Y/N whined the last part, making Lottie laugh. "If it was me, I would look terrible."

Lottie shakes her head and brushes their noses. "You would look beautiful."

Y/N pecked her lips a few more times and grabbed her hand, walking to the blanket. She put the bouquet carefully between the basket and her backpack. "I made your favourite. I almost can't do it because Jackie decided to do cupcakes and we almost stayed without the kitchen. Or the apartment." She explained, grabbing the tupperware with the delicious food and grabbing a fork, passing it to Lottie.

Charlotte snorted. "I can imagine Shauna's face." She muttered, giving the first bite and a soft moan slipped from her mouth, closing her eyes. "This is delicious." She said, chewing.

"I know. I mean, I'm good at cooking." She said with false modesty, blinking her eyelashes repeatedly on purpose. "That and because Shauna is my tester." She said lowly, grabbing her own tupperware.

"I can be your tester too." Lottie commented, controlling to eat fast because she really feels hungry.

"You are busy, Lot! Class, newspaper, photography class... I'm surprised you have time for me." Y/N said mindlessly, giving the first bite to her food.

Lottie stayed thinking about it. She knew about her busy agenda, it cleared out a little when she dropped soccer, but then again it got busy when people required her help.

She sighed, the few free moments she spent with her girlfriend were when she had some free nights, she went (landed) to her apartment and slept together. The other place was the university, the campus or the cafeteria near her apartment.

"You okay?" Y/N notices the lack of interest in the new anecdotal about Jackie trying to impress her new date.

Lottie put down the tupperware, she stopped eating the moment Y/N mentioned the little time they spent together. "Are you mad at me...? I mean, I can drop the photography class or the debate club." She suggested, playing with her food.

"Are you crazy? Lottie, I'm not mad. I love how you rant about all these things. Yeah, I would like to spend more time with you, but I can wait. I'm busy too." Y/N said with a smile, reassuring her. "And eat that, you are hungry."

"How do you know?" Lottie doesn't try to deny it, starting to eat again.

Y/N leaned briefly towards and whispered. "It's a secret." Lottie grinned by her dorkiness.

An hour passed and they started to save the things, the last rays of sun illuminated them. Lottie helps Y/N with the basket, while her girlfriend had the bouquet she gifted and her backpack, their hands intertwined.

"Are you staying tonight?" Y/N asks, a hint of hope on her voice while looking up at her.

"Of course! Tonight you have your cuddles' dose." Lottie said and kissed her head lovingly, they stopped to cross the same road she crossed before.

"Me? What about you, mhm? You are the only one who is whining about it every time I'm not paying you attention." Y/N sang, laughing when Lottie tickled her sides briefly with puppy eyes, her brown eyes showing.

They crossed when the traffic light was green, the sky turned a shadow of dark blue. The buildings protected them now with the crowded people in the streets. And then, a vibrant sensation alerted Lottie and stopped paying attention to Y/N momentarily, focusing on it. She stopped on her tracks, her head turning to the right where a building is in the middle, but the sensation told her that is that way.

Y/N frowned, her hand still intertwining on hers. She stepped to look at Lottie better and saw a worried expression attached there, her eyes fixed on the fancy hotel in front of them.

"Lottie? Everything okay?" Y/N asks, unsure why she stopped abruptly and kept looking straight to a building.

Charlotte cleared her throat and slowly, nod. Her brown eyes are fixed on her now, Y/N could see an intern battle on them. But before she could ask again, Lottie let out a curse under her breath and started to walk fast, coming back for the street they just walked. She has a firm grip on her hand, every few seconds Lottie turns to look at her and keeps ignoring Y/N's calls.

"Why are we stopping here?" Y/N asks, out of breath and looking at the dark street with apprehensive eyes.

Lottie thinks hard about how she needs to tell her that, well, she is a superhero. But the danger is close and there is no time, not now. So, letting her hand and placing an arm around her waist in a strong grip, she looks at Y/N. "Hold tight." She saw the confusion pool in her eyes. But she threw a web up and quickly they were going up, Y/N starting to scream for the impression, doing what Lottie told her and hugging her like her life depends on it.

"WHAT THE HELL, CHARLOTTE!" Y/N yells once they are safe on the rooftop, the only one where Lottie was before.

The brunette swallowed hard, but went to her backpack glued to a rock wall, throwing a web to bring it to her hands. "I can explain! But please, I can't do it now."

Y/N opened her mouth the moment her girlfriend started to take off her clothes and put on a suit, red with blue on her back and pants?, soft gold lines forming a web and in the middle was a spider. When Lottie turned around, she saw Y/N looking at her speechless, her mouth matching her eyes, a startled expression on her face and if the moment was other, she probably would laugh, the bouquet on her hands and holding them tightly didn't help.

"Are you fucking Spiderman!?" Y/N yells again, her mouth still open.

Lottie shushed her gently, glueing the backpack again to the same spot and walked to hers, the mask in a hand. "Be quiet please. And yes, I'm Spider woman." She corrected her with a nervous smile. She used to this at this point, people thought she was a man, and it gave some benefit, it means they are very away to know the truth. "I need you to stay here. I will come for you, I promise!" She said quickly when saw the brief frown starting to approach. "I will explain everything later, but I need to go." She said in a soft tone.

After a few seconds, Y/N closed her mouth and nodded slowly. She saw how Lottie put on the mask, two big sharp white eyes looking at her now. Lottie turned around once again, but a hand on her wrist made her stop.

"Be careful, okay?" Y/N said, hiding how scared she is now knowing Lottie could face something bad out there.

"I will." Her voice sounded muffled, but she slid it up half way, showing her plump lips and part of her nose. She lowered down and kissed her. "I love you." She whispered, seeing Y/N with her eyes closed and she put down the mask, with that sight she left the rooftop, her heartbeat beating fastly on her chest.

•••

Lottie landed there, her breath stuck on her throat and new cuts on her face and torso. She heard how Y/N gasped and ran towards her, she took off the half broken mask.

"I told you to be careful!" Y/N exclaimed, inspecting her face. Lottie let out a quiet laugh, holding her right side with her free hand.

"I win. So, the other guy is worse." Y/N rolls her eyes when she hears the comment.

"It's: you should see the other guy. And it isn't an excuse, Lot. Do you want me to wipe your cuts?" Y/N asks softer, caressing her cheek carefully, avoiding the fresh cut there.

Lottie nods, leaning her forehead on hers and closing her eyes. "Let's go." She murmurs, putting on the mask again.

Y/N went to where she was sitting and grabbed the bouquet and the basket, her backpack on her back now. She gave the bouquet of flowers to Lottie and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a smug smirk.

"Spider woman with a bouquet, how romantic." Y/N teases her, knowing very well that Lottie rolled her eyes even if she couldn't see her face.

Lottie wraps an arm on her waist and throws a web, balancing softly. She decided to go slow, after all Y/N is not used to it. The breeze makes Y/N's hair brush it, some strands of hair on her face. Lottie wishes had her camera now, but unfortunately it is safe on her backpack on her back.

"There's how you came?" Y/N asks once they land on the fire staircase, next to her window. She saw how Lottie shrugs, opening the window for her to enter in first.

"Maybe." Lottie said, passing her the basket and the bouquet. Then, she entered and closed the window. She takes off her ripped mask, sitting on Y/N's small bed.

"Do you need help to take that off?" Y/N asks gently, seeing the tiredness on her face. However Lottie shakes her head with a small smile and presses the little spider on her chest, the suit deflates and falls to the floor, letting Lottie on her underwear and bra. Y/N raised an eyebrow, going to the drawer and grabbed some clothes that the brunette let there those past months. "I'm going to put it on water, take the basket to the kitchen and grab the first-aid kit."

Lottie hummed, going out from her bedroom and going to the bathroom in front of her, for her luck it is unoccupied. She closed the door and turned on the tap, letting the clothes on a small shelf.

"Y/N?" Someone behind the door called, knocking at the door.

"No, I'm Lottie! She is in the kitchen." Lottie said loud at Shauna. She heard Shauna muttering okay and walking away.

Shauna walked to the small kitchen, seeing blooming colour flowers in a vase on the countertop while she put off the contents from the basket.

"Usually every time you two come in, the whole apartment is filled with your annoying voices... Problems in paradise?" Shauna saw how Y/N jumps, scared. Shauna leaned on the door frame crossing her arms around her chest, a teasing smile on her lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes when spotted her friend, closing the fridge. "Stop playing that facade, Shipman. You love us." She points a finger at her and grabs the vase, walking by her side and going out.

Shauna followed her, still with her arms crossed. "Nice try."

Y/N gave her a sarcastic smile, eyeing her clothes. "You finished a long shift in the labs and didn't change your clothes... Are you waiting for me to feed you, Shaunie?" She teases her now, copying her and crossing her arms.

"For your information, I went to the bathroom and there was another person... So, I came to tell you that this is not a hotel for all your dates." She fakes being annoyed by this. She saw how Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, and then ran to the bathroom, knocking at the closed door. "If you want to have sex, I suggest you do it in your room, please." Shauna said from her place, watching Y/N curiously because she knew something else happened.

Lottie opened the door, a towel covering part of her head and body, drop of water falling from her face. "Shauna is outside and you have a big cut on your cheek..." Y/N whispered, trying to not earn attention to her friend. "Let me clean it." She showed her middle finger to Shauna when this one made a noise of gagging and entered inside, closing the door.

Y/N search for the first aid kit, Lottie put the clean clothes and dry her hair with the towel, sitting on the wc. She put herself between her legs and with a hand, turned her head to the left to have a better access to the wound. Lottie knows that Y/N is worried and with a lot of questions and if she is not saying anything about it, it's because Shauna is outside. She hissed a little when the cotton brushed her cheek, closing her eyes for the pain. She is so used to cleaning them herself it's weird that someone else, her girlfriend in this case, helps her with the wounds.

"Are you mad?" Lottie asks in a small voice. She asked it twice that day.

"I'm not mad. But I'm not happy about it either..." Y/N reply, concentration on her face. "You have your reasons to not tell me and I don't know how many time you hide it from me, I just wished you could tell me it sooner, maybe I could help you patch you." She ranted out in a low voice, putting on a small plaster there and went to clean another one near her chin.

"I don't want to put you in danger. I'm not forgiving myself if something happens to you." Lottie started, rubbing a hand on Y/N's right leg. "These people are mean, you know? They want people dead or make them suffer... I wanted to tell you about it a hundred times, but I wanted to be selfish and... I don't know, maybe I won't tell you about it before because it's better for you." She finishes, unsure if she explains herself correctly or at least, hoping Y/N understood her.

Y/N let out a sigh, putting another plaster on her chin. "And you have the right to do that. Believe me when I tell you I was happy living in ignorance," she said, crossing her arms and looking directly at her. "Since you told me, I can't stop picturing you fighting with them and what would happen... I want to help you, Charlotte. I don't want them to hurt you. Or at least, they don't kill you and find out for other sources."

Lottie bit her lip, her brown eyes turning sad. She hugged her legs and leaned her head on her stomach, looking up. "You are the best thing in my life, Y/N. I fight every day for you to maintain the way you look at me forever. I know it's cheesy, but it's true. I grew up practically alone, I found a soccer team that now is my chosen family, and I met you. Do you remember the day we went to visit Shauna to the labs?" She says, Y/N nods a little emotional for Lottie's words. "I got lost and I found this amazing room with a lot of spiders..." She didn't finish, knowing that Y/N caught the moment she mentioned Turner's lab. "You know how awkward I am, so I just looked a little around and got out immediately. But someone else came too..."

"Of course my girlfriend needed to be Spiderman." Y/N hissed, not mad or angry. She said it with a smug smile. "Sorry, spider woman. Also, if Taissa finds out, she is the only one mad here."

"And Shauna too." Lottie interjects, hiding her face now and kissing her stomach happily. She is glad Y/N understands her, or at least respects her.

A knock on the door breaks the moment.

"Guys, I need to shower. So please, get fucking out and fuck on your room." Y/N and Lottie looked at each other with amusedness.

Y/N extended a hand to Lottie, who held it with a smile and stood up. They walked to the door and opened it, an annoyed Shauna waiting from the other side. "We didn't fuck. I'm waiting for you to go to sleep and interrupt it." Y/N commented, going to her bedroom and closing the door, letting a lot of curse throw to her way.

"She would hate me more, stop it." Lottie murmurs, throwing herself to the bed and closing her eyes.

"She didn't hate you. She likes pretending it. By the way, if some day she finds out, I need to be present, I want to see her face." Y/N said, grabbing the suit and expecting it, saving it safely on Lottie's backpack.

Lottie snorted and called for her, opening her arms still with her eyes closed. Something about sleeping in a small bed with Y/N, no matter if it is uncomfortable, the idea of snuggling with her is enough. Normally Y/N scolds her because her apartment, her parents paid the rent, is bigger and her bed is king size. But Lottie likes the cozy little apartment filled with people where her girlfriend lives.

Y/N changed her clothes and put her pyjamas, snuggling on Lottie's side. "I have a lot of questions. It didn't end here." She whispered, hearing Lottie hummed sleepily. "Love you, Spidey."

Lottie heard that and let out a lazy smile. "Love you more, happy anniversary baby."

[maralarsen]

He is my misfortune 🎀

~Lorenzo Berkshire x reader~

WARNING: cursing

°Nepriateľ milovníkov°

Fluff

Summary : You unhappily end up tutoring a boy who brings you more misery than life itself

• |Reader is in Hufflepuff

• | I plan to make another part/parts. But I don't know if you will like this part, so I'll see 🎀

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Lorenzo Berkshire. A lot of people think of this name as a smiling face of a boy who is always positive, laughing and sometimes even kind. The only thing that comes to mind with this name is disaster. Everywhere he goes something always goes wrong. Either I'm unlucky with him or I really don't know anymore.

For example, my Hufflepuff friends and I were in Hogsmeade. It was cold, so we went to the Three Broomsticks to warm up like every student at Hogwarts. A pleasant atmosphere prevailed there, at least I felt pleasant until I saw his face. At that moment, I sighed and realized that another problem was on the way.

We sat down at the table next to his. And why ? The reason was clear. Berkshire wasn't sitting there alone, he was there with his crew. For my friends, it was literally a feast for their eyes. I don't understand what they like about guys who just drink, smoke and change girls like socks.

That's not my type at all. I'd rather have some nice boy who likes to cuddle, go on cute dates, buy me flowers and..."What the f*ck?!" I was snapped out of my reverie about a boy who might not even exist by the boy who was the most annoying to me. nerves. "Sh*t Berkshire watch out! Great, I'm all wet now," oh of course who else but Berkshire could have tripped over his own feet and spilled butterbeer on me. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to, this really wasn't on purpose," Berkshire apologized with a smile on his face.

I heard how his friends started laughing in the back, especially Malfoy, another icon of the school. I wanted to cry. I don't understand why he always has to do this to me. "I said sorry, don't be so relational, it's just beer, it will dry out," I looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes, it will dry out. But it's your fault that it's wet!" I stood up and left the room. Why does he always have to do this to me? Fool. I got on the first carriage I saw and went back to the castle.

This happened about a month ago, I'm currently sitting in the library completing an assignment on herbology. I really don't enjoy this subject, but somehow I still manage it. Unlike Berkshire. Whatever he is, I feel sorry for him. He's been sitting here in the library since lunch, and I can see he's still doing the same thing, with a herbology book spread out in front of him.

During that time, I managed to make elixirs, astrology and now also herbology. Maybe I would help him, but that's what he needs. Unfortunately, the butter beer cannot be washed off. He's lucky he covered my old sweatshirt and not a new one.

Curfew is in a moment. I pack my things in my bag and I look at Berkshire, but he is already looking at me. Why is he looking at me? Better do your homework, moron. I smirk, take my bag and leave the library.

The next day I enter the greenhouses, as I expected, I had a good homework and so did the others except Berkshire. "Mr. Berkshire, I don't want to worry you, but you're failing Herbology," Mrs. Sprout said sternly. Berkshire didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the ground. "Are you going to do anything about it, Mr. Berkshire?" the teacher asked him. "

Well...I...I don't know..." Mrs. Spraut just sighed and announced: "Mr. Berkshire, I suggest that someone tutor you. He will tutor you for 3 weeks, 2 times a week. And I already know who ." She suddenly turned her gaze to me. Wait. NOT. He probably can't be serious. After all, one more moment in the same room with him, and that boy will set my hair on fire with his happiness.

"M...Mind..Mind me?" I stammered back to her. "Huh? Do you have a problem with that Mrs. (y/l/n)???" "Um, no?" I replied, more of a question than an answer, "excellent! You can leave at the end of class!"

What on earth did she dip it in, and why me? I ran out of the greenhouses into the corridor to make it to the next class. "Hey! Wait!" "oh god what do you want?" I turned to face Berkshire. "Wouldn't you like to go...ah!" I reached for his shirt and pulled him to the side "You were standing in way, Lorenzo," "Oh, thank you." So wouldn't you like to go for a beer with me? We could..." "No! There's no way I'm going anywhere with you anymore. The last time you had a beer in your hand, it ended on me. So no!" I said even before he could finish the sentence and I turned to leave "Jesus, you're terrible," he said with a laugh in his voice "but I still don't like you!" I said and went into the corridor.

As I expected, it happened. He chased me. "Why are you following me like a lost puppy?" "I was waiting for you to calm down," I looked at him in disbelief. "You're kidding, aren't you?!" "When was I kidding," he replied with a grin. I swear if that boy was closer I would slap him. "Oh well, well. So what do you want so urgently that you're chasing me," "I just wanted to ask about the date of the first meeting," he said quietly. "Why didn't you ask right away?"

"Because you didn't let me talk you into it?! Did you!?" that bastard... "When is convenient for you?" I asked him with a sigh. "Whenever you want, I can do it any time," "Then Wednesdays and Fridays. I want to have peace from you during the weekend," "Mrs. (y/l/n)'s order!" he turned and left. Oh god it's going to be a month.

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• | This is my second story so I apologize for any mistakes + English is not my first language ✨

[hellcatinnc]

Love & Deepspace Men On Spoiling You For Valentine's Day

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, x Fem! Reader, romantic, romantic ideas, valentine's with the guys, valentine's day, vday, love and deepspace, pampering, cuddles, lights, bubble baths, rose petals, flowers, wine, champagne, gifts, plushies, stuffys, breakfast in bed

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What these men would do for you to show you that you are loved and cared for. They will show you what its like to be cherished on Valentine's Day.

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Zayne

he will have you a arrangement delivered to you while he is still at work - they will be sweet but traditional Lilies & Roses

Bottle of the expensive wine the ones that are $500 a bottle but only the best for his girl

Takes you out to a 5 star restaurant to spoil you

he will get off work early enough to come to your house start cooking cute heart pancakes and coffee in your cutest cup set he got you for the occasion

Pour a bath for your with rose petals lining the walk way

he isn't one who cares much about buying stuff at valentine's based on he has no interest but since he has been with you and realizes it matters then you will have a cute stuffed teddy bear in a balloon with candies in stuff in one buy

Rose Petals on the bed to make love to you on at the end of the night

Has a beautiful dress delivered to you ahead of time so he can pick you up from leaving his work get you by the salon to get your hair then show back up with his sports car to take you out - yes he is showing you off

Dances with you to a romantic song at the restaurant

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Rafayel

bubble bath he will go pick up your favorite scented one just for this occasion - move over though he is climbing in with you

will put out scented candles a few places in the house for scent only

strawberries and champagne

he will do your hair for you or at least play in it

he throws rose petals all over the house and bed - he doesn't plan to clean these up tomorrow :P

plays song in bath together to get you in the mood

he will decorate your bedroom in red roses surrounding the room

chocolate heart with a cute dolphin plushie

romantic card that plays music

Roses with Ferrero Roche flowers and chocolate

he will want to feed you chocolates but he will want the same in return

he didn't care if you wore anything else but the lingerie he got you he wasn't sharing you with the world today you were stuck in your place with him all alone

breakfast in bed and you both will hand feed each other so has to be finger food breakfast of choice - he just wanted to try something different

he painted you something that would always remind you of him no its not a self portrait its actually one of the ocean and a merman holding his woman

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Xavier

he will do the housework for you complain a bit about it but he will still do it

candles all around the bedroom for a romantic look

rose petals leading upstairs to the bedroom

Pours the bubble bath with votive candles and then helps you get undressed and step into this comfort

love songs playing low on the stereo

breakfast in bed but don't let him fool you he tried to cook the stuff first and when he burnt some of it he just went to the local coffee and bagel place got you and him some breakfast and coffee for you some juice for him then he will put it on a tray and carry it to you including a card and flowers

he will get you a stuffed animal but it will be big, the size will be big enough you can hold it and lay on it when he is gone and it will smell like him so you don't miss him as much

Matching bunny pj's to be wrapped up in matching for couples to cuddle together in

Dinner on the beach under beautiful heart lights

He has a movie under the stars planned for your night of cuddles

he will do your hair for you so you look even cuter in your bunny costume and braids

drinks in front of the cozy fireplace

1 Single rose to let you know you're the one

[pavo-ocxllus]

heheheh hihi! i’d like to drop a request for bb geppie.. you can choose any reader for this i really don’t mind. butbutbut i’ve been thinking about him having a crush on a friend or even band partner of serval’s😞 serval teasing him abt it and sets them up

𝟏𝟏:𝟑𝟔

"you really like that track in particular, hmm?"

GEPARD jumped at the sudden sound of his sister's voice in his ear, clattering a bunch of vases packed full of flowers in front of him. quickly, he straightened them out and placed them in their original positions on the display, but a glare was fixed on his face (of course, not because of the flowers.)

"what did i say about approaching me like that during my break?"

"what did i say about spending a lot of time here without buying anything?"

the younger brother could only retort in a sigh as serval laughed heartily, red coating his cheeks. he wasn't the best with comebacks anyway—looking at the pretty flowers trying to clear his head was a much easier task.

"...it wasn't playing that loud, was it?"

"you would put our concerts to shame, geppie."

the red on his face bloomed further as he yanked out the single ear bud in his ear and stuffed it in his pocket.

"i don't blame you, though... [name]'s got some nice pipes."

gepard started to frantically look around the area in a burst of panic. "don't mention their name so loudly!!"

"[name]?"

serval didn't seem to fit into gepard's requirements for 'quiet,' so he started to groan with noises that didn't seem comprehendible to anyone other than her.

"relax, i'll let you shoot your shot with them!"

"i assure you, i'm not 'shooting' any 'shots' anytime soon."

it was then his older sister's turn to sigh.

"fine..." she trailed off while her eyes wandered to stare blankly behind gepard. suddenly, serval perked up. "ah! do me a favor and buy those ball peonies for me? give them to the first person you see."

"...what?! that's ridiculous-!"

"just trust me on this!"

gepard simply grumbled—whatever, at least his older sister would leave him alone for the time being. serval took it as an acceptable answer and left the scene satisfied, beckoning the eversummer florist's shopkeeper over to purchase a small bouquet for him.

"gepard?"

once again, he jumped at the sudden voice, immediately recognizing who it was. swiftly, he tried to conceal the flowers behind his armor, hoping his hastiness was left unnoticed.

"i—uhm—" he cut himself by coughing, trying to compose himself. "h-hello there."

the pieces of the confusing puzzle were already getting put together in gepard's mind.

"hello to you, too," you giggled. he never understood how you simultaneously make him feel relaxed and nervewrackingly anxious at the same time. "those flowers are lovely."

you prodded at the arrangement, carefully nestling the petals in between your fingers.

"say... it's not often that people would buy ball peonies, especially for their price. what do you plan on doing with these—?"

"I'D—i mean—i would like to be extend these towards you," the words shot out of his mouth and the next thing he knew, his arm jolted out robotically. "...on the behalf of my sister."

it was just then when he finally realized what serval set him up to do.

to his horror, you simply blinked owlishly. he personally thought that the simplest of gestures were more intolerable than grander ones—it only clouded up one's intentions, only making it more frustrating for gepard to understand what was happening.

"uh, i'm quite flattered, heh," you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly while embarrassment quelled within him. gepard didn't know what was worse, the fact that he caused this mess for serval or that he was supposed to be the one doing this. "but... i'm not interested in your sister."

of course, he was elated at the news on the inside... but he wasn't going to show that! instead, he decided to focus something else that was itching the back of his mind.

"i deeply, deeply apologize for causing you all this trouble—"

"—no, no! it's fine!" you knew he was about to go through this song and dance that could easily be substituted with two words, so you spared him the trouble by snatching the flowers out of his grasp. forcefully, you pushed your hands into gepard's to take his attention off of his apology.

"to be honest, you're really the one who caught my interest..." you flushed, much to gepard's confusion. if anything, he was the one that should be embarrassed (not that he wasn't.) "although... how about we take this more slowly?"

"i-" he sighed, a letting small smile on to his face as the tension in his shoulders disappeared. "that's what i was hoping to hear."

note: according to the hsr wiki, it's implied that ball peonies are believed to have one's significant other say yes when asking for their hand in marriage!

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

[always-andromeda]

hi! so excited for your valentine’s event! if you’re still accepting requests, could I perhaps get a white chocolate truffle with our dear mr. the riddler?

to keep it fun and seasonal, maybe it’s your first valentine’s day together and all he’s ever seen are movies, commercials, etc. so he’s super flustered and nervous that he has to like make this grand gesture and buy you a bunch of stuff, but maybe whatever he’s planning falls thru for some reason and he’s really upset? but then you comfort him and let him know that you don’t need any of that stuff and you end up eating an entire box of cheap chocolates together and watching a movie or something?

but also if you don’t like that premise, absolutely feel free to go with whatever you want! love your writing!! 💘💚

– 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: don't you worry, anon. I adored this premise. and I genuinely loved writing it. so much so that it came out to a little over a thousand words oops I didn't mean to I promise!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: this ended up being a bit more angsty than I meant for it to be lmao, bits of fluff, blood mention (nothing graphic), Edward essentially has a meltdown, nothing else I can think of!

The day was supposed to be perfect. It was supposed to be a chocolate filled, candy coated, heart shaped, ribbon wrapped day of romance. That's how these sorts of holidays worked, right? Edward expected that he'd be planning so much that he'd barely get to feel the gratification of any of his efforts. Your adoring expression when you saw how devoted he was to making everything special would be his reward.

But with the way things were looking, he was losing it. Edward took a shallow breath and closed his eyes, going over the mental checklist for all of the things that had gone wrong that day.

He hadn't gotten the day off even though he'd requested it nearly a month in advance. Edward wouldn't forget the sneer on Zach's face as he chuckled and said, "Don't you need a date in order for that to work, Eddie boy?" Never mind his protest that he did have a date, which was precisely why he needed the day off in the first place. Zach didn't care. It had taken everything in Edward not to tear him to pieces in his stupid corporate office.

He figured he'd deal with it. That just meant his day was going to be a bit busier. At least the restaurant he wanted to take you out to was all set.

At least until he got home from work, flower bouquet in hand and called the restaurant for the fourth time that day, learned that their computer system had crashed, and wiped most of their reservation roster for the night. 

As much as Edward pitied the poor, panicked employee on the other end and the kind of night they were going to face, he had his own worries. He hung up quickly and leaned back against the kitchen wall, making a mental note to call later and see if the issue was fixed.

Alright, Edward. You're already lucky that you got this chance in the first place. And you're screwing it up. Just breathe. And do something.

So he did something. He found a vase in one of the cupboards for the flowers; a nice crystal one that would look perfect displayed on the coffee table, waiting for you when you got back to your apartment as well.

All his life he'd had butterfingers. And once more, they struck at the worst possible moment. As he carried the crystal vase to the coffee table in the living room, before he could quite process it, the vase was slipping from his hands and falling to the floor with a heart shattering crash.

Now he was on the ground, hurriedly sweeping the pieces of broken glass with his bare hands. Among the shards were flowers, now all scattered and already starting to look disheveled. The water was soaking into the knees of his slacks.

And the icing on the cake? Of course he had to slice his finger on a shard of glass when he wasn't paying attention. Without hesitation, he attempted to stop the blood flow...using the sleeve of his white button up. But he was already too far gone. 

You're screwing it up. You can't do anything right, can you? You're going to end up alo–

He clamped his hands around his ears, trying to block out the voice, trying to catch his breath, trying to hold onto something; anything. But it was like he was drowning. Going further and further down, the water clogged all of his senses.

Edward? Eddie? Eddie!

Finally, he felt a hand on his shoulder. And it all stopped. Edward opened his eyes and blinked heavily, catching your scared expression for only a few seconds before you replaced it with a tentative smile.

"Hey, are you with me?"

Edward nodded slowly, only just beginning to feel the waves of hot tears that had started rolling down his cheeks. This wasn't the first meltdown you'd witnessed from him. But it was the first one he'd had on a holiday. As much as they intimidated him, he'd managed to keep it together. Something about this one though pressed him so thin that he felt like he could shatter at any minute. 

And you already seemed so aware of it as you helped him get up and said, "You're home, you're with me."

You caught sight of the bright red blood on his shirt cuff and took his hand in yours tenderly, examining the small cut on the side of his index finger. "Let's take care of this first, alright?”

You took him into your little bathroom and carefully cleaned the wound before rubbing in a small dot of antibiotic ointment and sending him in your room to pick out a set of pajamas from your dresser. Normally, Edward would feel embarrassed, having sets of pajamas at your apartment for all the times he stayed over; he hated being alone at night. But now, he was grateful to get out of the damp slacks and bloodstained button up.

By the time he finished getting dressed, you'd picked the remaining pieces of glass, sopped up the water, and placed all the flowers on paper towels in your kitchen. And when he'd looked at them shamefully, you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his midsection. Then you spoke, "They're beautiful flowers, Edward. Thank you. Maybe I could press them and use them in a project. That way I can keep them forever."

Edward hummed lightly, "That sounds lovely." You are lovely, he wanted to say. But somehow, he could tell that you already knew it as you walked him out to the living room, a massive box of chocolates and a small bottle of red wine on the coffee table.

"It's not much, but I didn't know if you'd have anything planned. So I figured we could spend the night in," you explained.

Edward didn't have the energy to scold himself for forgetting to tell you about his plan for the evening. None of that mattered anymore. He was tired. Exhausted, actually. But more than that, he was in love. In love with you and your gentle touch and your hopeful eyes as you waited for his reply. Like if the chocolate and the wine wasn't there, you'd probably still be content anyways. Content with him.

"I wouldn't ask for anything else, my angel," Edward said, his lips forming into a small, semi-circular smile as he pulled you into a warm, comforting embrace.

[millionsvash]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well today :) wanted to know if u could do a shameless Modern! Knives X Reader where the reader works In a flower shop and notices Knives popping up more and more frequently and buying random plants? ( sorry its been a while since ive sent a request so hope i worded that right! thank u so much <3 )

[REPOST] I didn't expect to go ham with this but I did...1500 words which for me is...a lot more than usual, at least when it comes to requests. I hope you enjoy this!

Throughout time, flowers have held symbolic meanings that humans associate with feelings or events. As a child, you assisted your mother in the garden every spring. Each time, she would tell you the meaning behind every flower she planted, always having something new to show you every spring.

"Flowers can speak words for those who can’t." She used to say to you, You always thought that was a silly idea. To you, flowers are a complement to spoken words. They set a tone that led to words and actions.

Well, you used to think that until one man changed your perspective.

Since opening your flower shop five years ago, you've gotten used to your customer base being returning guests. It was often older, retired women who would come in and buy batches of your flowers. You were often praised for your care and handling of the delicate flora, which was leagues above your more mass-produced competition.

"Here’s your nasturtium, Mrs. Bryan!" You cheerfully slid a potted container across the counter to the older woman standing on the other side. "I apologize for the delay. It was a hassle to get these shipped from the other side of the country."

"It’s quite alright, dear; I’m thankful you were able to get them in the first place." The woman brings the plot closer to her, her fingers caressing the petals. "You do good work, sweetie. I know whatever person takes you out is going to be a lucky one."

It elicits a laugh from you, and a faint blush spreads over your cheeks. "Oh, Mrs. Bryan! I haven’t even been searching for love. Maybe once I finish all my back orders." You playfully wink, getting a laugh out of the older woman.

The woman scoops the pot into her arms as she turns away. "Take care now, sweetie! Tell your mother I said hello." A bell chime rings out as Mrs. Bryan exits your shop.

You release a pleased sigh as you step from behind the counter, walking to the side shelf of your small shop. You begin to water your flowers, triple-checking that each flower is getting exactly the correct amount. You can’t help but softly coo at them like they are your own children.

You are pulled out of your babying as you hear the bell gently ring, a gentle breeze entering your shop as the door is opened. You twist on your heels to greet the customer, a look of surprise washing over your face when you see a man with platinum blonde hair enter your store. You rarely get men coming to your store. Sometimes they will come in for Valentine's Day or Mother's Day, but your clientele has remained mostly feminine.

"Hello, sir! Welcome in. Is there anything I can help you with today?" You politely welcome him in, approaching him.

The man has what you would describe as a resting bitch face. It makes you feel a little uneasy, but you aren’t one to judge a book by its cover. He places his hands in his pockets before uttering a single word. "Carnation." 

Another hit of surprise comes over you at the man's bluntness. You clear your throat and offer a smile. "Oh, you’re looking for carnations?" I can certainly help with that; follow me." You motion for the man to follow you.

He saunters behind you, his eyes scanning over the many different species of plants you have beautifully displayed around your shop. You lead him outside to your greenhouse, where many specialty plants make their home. In the front corner, you stop at the bed of a patch of soil.

You have beautifully arranged many carnation flowers in precise patterns. Your hands clasp together as you begin to speak. "Here are my carnations! I do apologize, as I only have seven types of carnations on hand. If you’re looking for a specific variation, I’d be more than willing to track it down for you."

The man kneels down in front of the bed of flowers, his hands coming up to gently grasp a particular variation. It was a beautiful light pink with five deeply cut and fringed petals. You like to think they resemble willow trees. "What is this?" He inquired with sternness in his voice.

Finally, a chance to gush! You clear your throat and smile big. "Ah! That is Dianthus superbus. It’s more commonly referred to as fringed pink. It’s a sweetly scented flower that prefers to grow in early to late summer. A lot of people prefer to add its leaves to tea. Some people say it also provides health benefits." 

He listens to your words, his eyes showing a lack of interest. It doesn’t deter you, though. He pulls his hand away from the flowers. "I’ll take them all."

You seem surprised but also excited. "Of course! Because it’s a large order, I’ll need you to add a down payment." Your eyes twinkled. A sale like this was going to bring in enough money to cover all your needs for the month! "It will take me a while to get everything potted and ready for you to take."

You led the man to your register. He pulls out a large sum of cash and slides it towards you without a word. You pick it up gently, your eyes lighting up with surprise as you count through it. "Alright, this should be enough!" You gently place the bills in your register before grabbing a piece of paper. "I’ll just need some information from you so I can let you know when your order is ready to be picked up. Can I get your name?"

"...Nai." He utters. The air he gives off makes you wonder if he’s uncomfortable giving this information out.

"Nai, that’s a lovely name! I’ll just need your phone number then." You warmly smile.

Nai takes the pen and paper, writing his phone number down. He slides it back towards you and turns away, strolling to the door.

You watch with curiosity, but you call out to him. "Thank you for stopping by! "I hope to see you again soon!"

Those words were what you said to everyone who entered your shop, and you truly didn’t expect to see him again. So it was quite a surprise when the man entered your shop again the next day. You assumed he had come to pick up his flowers and were prepared to tell him you needed more time, but were left stunned when he simply began to ask you about specific flowers in your shop.

You were more than happy to give the information out, as talking about flowers was your passion. Your eyes would always light up, and the warmest smile would cross your face as you gave out facts to the blonde. For you two, this started to become a common occurrence.

Even after he had picked up his original order of carnations, he would return to your shop and ask you about the plants. He didn’t speak much, but you didn’t mind. He was a great listener. He made sure to maintain eye contact with you, and his body language suggested he was always fully engaged in everything you were telling him.

You started to look forward to his visits. You’d never met someone who had an interest in what you did. Sometimes he would even bring you seeds he had found online, often species you didn’t even have. You were drawn to him. This silent, blonde man rarely said words to you, yet you could feel a sense of care coming from him.

One afternoon, he strolled into your shop. You were quick to greet him, stepping from behind the counter as you gleefully wiggled your body. "Great to see you again! Anything I can help you with today?" You asked him with a tinge of excitement.

"Roses." He replied in his usual stoic manner. "Red roses." 

As you lead him towards your roses, you can’t help but chime in. "Red roses? Interesting! Roses are beautiful flowers. There’s a reason they are favored as the flower of choice for gifting to friends or loved ones." You both stop in front of the flower bed. The red roses were damp with dew, giving them a little shine from the overhead lights.

You watch as Nai leans down. He pulls a pair of scissors from his back pocket and gently snips a singular rose from its stem. He stood up and held it in his hand, spinning the flower between his fingers as he admired it with no expression.

A single rose was no big deal to you, and you were more than happy to let him have it at no cost. "I don’t mean to overstep, but is this rose for anyone? Red roses often symbolize love."

Nai’s eyes slowly move from the flower to look up at you. With no change in his expression, he speaks again. "Yes, I’d like to gift this to a girl I’ve grown fond of."

Wanting to know all the juicy details, you wiggle your hands. "Ooooh! Tell me who! Who is the lucky lady?"

Nai stepped forward, bringing one hand up to your face. He cups your chin gently as his other hand places the rose behind your ear, resting it beautifully in your hair. He doesn’t let go of your chin as your eyes meet. He leans close in, your lips just inches apart as he speaks in a soft whisper. "Take a guess."

[justrandomayatolover]

Relationship headcanons or something pt. 4 w/ Beidou, Kujou Sara, Sucrose

Includes: gn!reader, reader is a barman from Natlan in Beidou's part, a baker in Kujou Sara's part and an artist in Sucrose's

Here's part 3 and part 5

Beidou:

After all, we all know that Beidou is an alcohol lover, probably as well as the Crux's whole crew

So as they set the ship in Natlan, the first place they went was your family's tavern

And oh dear god, it was hard not to look at her, you've heard about beauty of people from East but damn, you haven't expect that

You tried not to look down so you don't look like pervert, but looking in her eyes was even harder

She was both intimidating and hot, also funny and caring about her crew, treating them like family

Next day she came again, this time alone, sitting before you and laughing about the state people were in the morning

Afternoon became almost midnight, neither of you caring about closing time, just talking like there's no tomorrow

When the day came when she had to leave, she simply gave you a small note with her address for letters and "You're cute when you're flustered" leaving you dumbfounded, red and also excited for next meeting and letter exchanging

Kujou Sara:

As general for Shogun army, she doesn't have much free time, but after vision hunt decree (and Raiden Ei taking over, putting Shogun away[at least that's what happened in my opinion, if it didn't now it did for the sake of this fic]) she was now asked multiple times in a day to buy some sweets that happened to suit the Archon the best

And it happened to be your little bakery with homemade goods

Each with nice details, some looking like inazuman visions, some like foxes and some like cherry flowers

So it was every day thing that Sara saw you, except she didn't tell you who these were for but when she did you froze in place, shock written all over her face

Then nothing

When you woke up from apparently passing out, she was sitting next to you with stern face but still deep inside worried for your state since it's not normal to just pass out

So next time she came for sweets she brought you some herbs saying they're relaxing and recommending taking breaks, you were rather surprised because it's not every day a general of an army brings you some sort of herb tea

So you offered her to sit down with you for a moment to enjoy a tea together

And like that every day, both seemingly to enjoy it

Her stern demanor softned at the sight of you, her tense shoulders relaxing and small smile decorating her face

After not very long when she came to your bakery one day and simply stated "I like you and I would like us to be in relationship, if that's okay with you"

Of course you agreed even if it was rather plain and straightforward

Sucrose:

You met Sucrose near fountain in Mondstad and immediately fell in love with her

She looked so adorable, so pretty and had such unique features

The ears, the glasses, the hair, everything about her was perfect to you

You quickly went up to her and asked if she would want to be your model for next piece, but the moment you did, her face was red, and her glasses slightly fell from her nose, making her even more adorable

She didn't know what to answer but both Klee and Timaeus cheering for her in background and Albedo giving her an encouraging nod

After first painting came another and another and another, but your favourite one is painted when you asked her to talk about alchemy, with small smile and eyes full of excitement

With that you two exchanged things you're passionate about but made for eachother, you giving her painting of Mondstad's scenery and her giving you flower made from alchemy (similar to that in last windblume event)

Not very satisfied with this one but ig it's not that bad

[bewarethegrim]

This would be the first Valentine's Day since... Whatever it was, between the two of them had started.

Steve knew Valentine's Day, or at least, he thought he did. He knew how to buy the flowers and chocolate and a pretty piece of dainty jewelry. But he had a feeling Billy wouldn't overly appreciate those. He and Billy weren't even dating. They were just casually sleeping together (exclusively, Steve's treacherous mind would add).

It wasn't like they went on dates or anything. Sure they hung out together at the quarry or at Steve's house all the time and had a set schedule where they hung out on Fridays after basketball practice because Billy could usually sleep over or go home late without his dad bitching at him. But they weren't dates, they were just hanging out.

So suffice it to say, Steve was stumped. Did he acknowledge the fact that Valentine's Day fell on their Friday? Or did he just pretend to be unaware and act as though it was a regular Friday? Did he buy Billy a gift? Wear something sexy? He had no fucking clue and it was driving him insane.

//

Billy has never been in love on Valentine's Day before. But that was before he met the whirlwind that was Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington who remembered his favourite flavour (strawberry), his favourite band (Metallica), his biggest pet peeve (loud chewing), and just about every other thing about him.

Billy had been "dating" some girls before during Valentine's Day, and he'd usually just gotten them flowers and eaten them out if that. But for Steve, he knew he needed to do the best he could. Because Steve was a fucking sappy romantic even though he claimed he wasn't. He loved all that romance shit. He was determined to woo his boyfriend, no matter what. To make things better, Valentine's Day fell on their weekly Friday date meaning he'd be able to stay overnight.

("Your mother and I are going to Indianapolis for Valentine's Day, we'll be gone until Tuesday." Niel had said, giving Billy a critical eye. "No funny business, you hear? You're babysitting your sister, no parties. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir." Billy had responded automatically. With Niel gone until the following Tuesday, he could spend the whole weekend with Steve. Max had already arranged to stay with the Chief and his daughter El for the time.)

//

Friday started normally as usual. Everyone knew Steve and Billy were good friends now, so it wasn't weird for Billy to be at Steve's locker in the morning.

When Steve opens his locker, he's shocked when he found a red rose, a pansy, a sunflower and a white lily sitting there primly in a small vase. There was no note attached, but Steve glanced over at Billy who was leaning against the lockers next to him, smirking a bit.

"Looks like someone's got a secret admirer, Harrington." Billy teased, but Steve could see the apprehension in his gaze.

Steve laughed but held the flowers close to his chest for a brief moment before returning them to his locker for safekeeping. "Shut up, Hargrove, you're just bitter no one left anything in your locker."

Billy set his backpack down before pulling out a handful of Valentine's cards. "Doesn't look like nothing to me, pretty boy."

Steve rolled his eyes but felt himself begin to panic. He did have something for Billy, but it was back at his house, hiding under his bed until he decided whether or not to give it to him.

//

Throughout the day, Steve kept finding little gifts. A bag of his favourite candy on his desk in English, a new scarf in his gym locker, and a six-pack of the fancy import beer he loved in the front seat of his car after lunch.

Billy watched Steve find these gifts, feeling proud of himself, but as the day went on and no hint of anything from Steve, he was beginning to worry. Had he done too much? Maybe Steve didn't even want to celebrate Valentine's Day with Billy. Maybe he thought it was a chick's holiday.

As the end of basketball came to a finish, Billy was feeling jittery. The anxiety clawed at his insides as he watched Steve make a free throw and score the winning point for their team.

As they filed out of the locker rooms, Billy could feel the burning weight of the small box in the pocket of his jacket. He kept telling himself that gifts didn't really matter, or maybe Steve wanted to give it to him in private. He knew Steve cared about him... Right?

Billy had to drive Max back home and then to the Chief's place before heading over to Steve's, so they split in the parking lot.

"Why are you so tense?" Max asked as soon as Billy peeled out of the parking lot.

"None of your business, shitbird." Billy groused, pressing a little harder on the gas than necessary as the light turned green.

"Jesus Christ, Billy!" Max snapped as the car jerked forward roughly. "Just try not to kill us on the way home. "

Billy ignored her and instead turned the radio up louder, ignoring her for the rest of the ride home.

They both jumped out of the car to change out of their school clothes and grab their packed bags. Getting back into the Camaro Billy took a moment and just stared at the steering wheel.

"Uh, any day now, dumbass," Max said, snapping her fingers in front of Billy's face to gain his attention.

Billy snapped at the fingers with his teeth making Max screech and smack him on the nose like a bad dog.

"Fucking Christ, Maxine!" Billy swore, rearing back from the smack. "What's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter with you?" She shot back, glaring at her brother.

Billy groaned and ran his hands down his face. "What, what does it mean when you get someone a bunch of gifts for Valentine's Day, and they maybe don't get you anything?" As soon as he asked, he regretted it.

Max knew about him and Steve and it was an unspoken rule that they never talked about it.

Max raised an eyebrow. "It's not even the end of the day, aren't you going to his house after you drop me off?"

Billy shrugged stiffly, turning the Camaro on. "I guess."

Max rolled her eyes. "Steve has a gift for you. I'd bet my skateboard on it. He's like, sickeningly in love with you."

Billy reached out to flick her forehead. "Shuddup." He grumbled, the closet he'd say to thank you.

"Go fuck yourself," Max responded, grinning wildly.

//

After dropping Max off, Billy drove, a bit slower than usual, towards Steve's house. He figured he'd have to suck it up and go in at some point, so he parked a few blocks over like always and made his way to the Harrington house.

He knocked on the door and heard the rapid steps as Steve ran to open the door.

When the door opened, Steve looked flushed. He'd changed into a soft blue sweater and a pair of dark pants. Billy felt that familiar flutter in his chest as he took in his boyfriend. Unfortunately, the reminder of what was in his pocket made the flutters turn sour.

"Hey," Steve said smiling softly. "Come in, everything's always ready."

Steve waited until the door was firmly shut before sliding into Billy's space, pressing a warm kiss to Billy's lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sunflower," Steve whispered, eyes shining as he looked at Billy.

"Happy Valentine's Day, princess," Billy responded, his anxieties slipping away as Steve held him.

"I can't believe all the gifts you got me," Steve said as he pulled Billy toward the kitchen where something was clearly cooking.

Billy huffed a laugh. "What, didn't expect any flowers today, Harrington?"

Steve flushed, moving to the fridge to grab two of the beers Billy had gifted him earlier that day. "I didn't expect anything, honestly." He said softly. It wasn't malicious but Billy still felt stung a bit by the words.

"What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't get you something for Valentine's Day?"

Steve stopped dead in his tracks, turning to blink owlishly at Billy, beers in hand.

"Boyfriend?"

Billy's blood ran cold.

Of course, Steve didn't think they were dating. Why would Steve ever date Billy? God, he wanted to punch himself. Steve was obviously just curious about men and Billy was the only queer in town.

Without saying anything, Billy turned on his heel and walked towards the door, feeling like his world had just crumbled around him.

"Billy, wait!"

Billy ignored Steve's calls as he roughly pulled on his boots, struggling a bit due to the shaking of his hands. Whether it was from anger or sadness he didn't know.

Steve caught him quickly, grabbing his arm gently.

"Billy, where are you going?" Steve's voice sounded desperate, and Billy ached to turn to face him, but he feared he'd break into tears if he looked at Steve again.

"Let me go, Harrington." He said lowly.

"No," Steve said stubbornly, tightening his grip on Billy's arm. "I was just shocked, it wasn't a bad reaction! I thought it was just casual! Friends with benefits type of deal!"

Billy finally whipped around to glare at Steve, yanking his arm from the others grasp.

"6 months." He seethed. "6 months two weeks and three days of us being exclusive and you thought that was fucking casual?" His hands were curled in tight fists at his side as he glared at Steve.

Steve looked at Billy shocked, he hadn't seen him so mad in so long.

"You never said anything!" Steve argued, arms flailing. "How was I supposed to know!?"

"All the gifts didn't clue you in?" Billy snapped. "We have a weekly fucking date every Friday!"

"I didn't know they were dates! I thought we were just hanging out!" Steve replied, feeling more and more stupid as the conversation went on. How had he not noticed that they were dating?

"Whatever. I clearly thought you like me more than you do. That should've been obvious from the difference between gifts today." Billy said, turning to leave, hoping Steve didn't notice the tears in his eyes.

"No wait, please! I do, just. Wait here, okay? Two minutes. I can prove it to you, okay? Please, Sunflower. Two minutes." Steve begged.

Billy groaned but stopped trying to leave, but he didn't turn around.

"Two minutes, Harrington. And then I'm gone."

Steve nodded even though Billy couldn't see him and raced upstairs, grabbing the box from under his bed and the flowers he'd picked up after school. He raced back downstairs, breathing a sigh of relief when Billy was still there.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Billy," Steve said softly, holding out the box for Billy to take.

The blond turned and took the box, not meeting Steve's eyes as he opened it. Inside were a handful of things. The first thing was a key on a surfboard keychain.

"To the house, so you can stop knocking all the time." Steve mumbles. "Or if I'm not home and you just need to be somewhere else."

Next was a small polaroid. It was from a party a month or so ago. It was obviously taken by Jonathan. Billy and Steve were both a little drunk and a little high so their inhibitions had been lowered. Steve was draped over Billy's lap, laughing as he spoke to Robin out of frame. Billy was looking at Steve so clearly in love, with a possessive arm around his middle.

"I know you can't really keep it in your room, I thought you could put in the Camaro or something if you wanted," Steve added as Billy held the picture delicately in his hand.

The last thing in the box was a postcard. It featured a beautiful drawing of the ocean with Welcome To California written in a loopy font above it, clearly Steve's own work.

"Turn it around." Steve urged softly.

Billy did as he was told and found a message on the back.

Happy Valentine's Day, Sunflower.

Thank you for the best six months of my life. I love you more than anything. My only wish this Valentine's Day is for you to be my boyfriend, officially. What do you say, tiger?

Love,

Your Steve.

P.S check under the lid of the box.

Billy didn't even bother looking at the bottom of the box before he was sweeping Steve into his arms, kissing him soundly.

"Yeah, I'll keep being your boyfriend, dummy." He said, grinning like a madman.

Relief flowed through Steve as he laughed brightly. "Thank god, at least now I can enjoy it properly."

Billy grinned salaciously. "Well, why don't we enjoy something else now?" He suggested, waggling his eyebrows. "Anything in the kitchen gonna burn?"

Steve shook his head and grinned. "Nope."

"Perfect." Billy grabbed Steve's hand with one hand and his box with the other as he pulled his beautiful, oblivious boyfriend upstairs toward his bedroom.

//

Later that night, as the two lay in bed, basking in the afterglow of yet another round, Steve suddenly remembered something.

"Did you ever look under the lid of the box?"

Billy shook his head. "No, I forgot. Pass it to me, will ya?"

Steve grabbed the box from the nightstand and handed it to Billy who looked under the lid. Steve grinned as Billy's mouth dropped open.

"ARE THESE METALLICA TICKETS?"

Steve grinned. “Maybe.” He drawled, smiling at his boyfriend's reaction.

Billy dropped the tickets to capture Steve’s face in his hands, kissing him softly but with so much fucking love Steve thought he was gonna burst.

“Fuck. I love you so much, Stevie. This is gonna be fucking awesome!” Billy said, smile shining brighter than the sun. Suddenly his face dropped and Steve feared he’d done something wrong. Before he could ask, Billy was off the bed and rummaging in his jacket before pulling the small box from his jacket pocket.

He climbed back onto the bed and handed it to Steve.

“One last present.” He said, looking nervous.

“Another?” Steve asked incredulously. He carefully took the box, flipping it open to reveal a gold pendant, similar to the one that Billy wore around his neck.

“It’s a pendant,” Billy began, softly. “It’s of Saint Dwynwen, she’s the patron saint of lovers.”

Steve looked at the small necklace that now rested in his hand.

“Put it on me?” He asked softly, unable to verbalize all of the emotions that were rushing through him at the moment.

Billy carefully clasped the pendant around Steve’s neck, smiling happily as it rested exactly where his own rested on his own chest.

“Happy Valentine’s day, pretty boy.”

Steve kissed him, short and sweet.

“Happy Valentine’s day, sunflower.”

[dameronology]

hi, can i please request hcs of post-war poe? you know, poe and reader are finally together in peacetime instead of being constantly at war, and they're finally building a life together. maybe an actual house, eventual children? domestic fluff basically

first of all: yes i am obsessed with this and secondly: sorry this has taken me 95 years to write

quite honestly, there were times during the war when poe wasn't even sure he would come out the other side of it. if the job didn't kill him, something else (probably the first order tbh) would. daring to dream was scary. daring to have hope felt borderline idiotic, like he was setting himself up for failure.

you were the thing that got him through it all: through the long missions, the rough nights, the battles that left scars both on his skin and in his mind. even on the darkest days, you were the tiny spark that kept him going.

the day the resistance won felt like a dream. seeing you across the crowd when he got back to ajaan kloss was like...an out of body moment. you were okay. he was okay. things were gonna be okay.

after taking a few days to just be, you and poe got your asses into gear. he was appointed general of the new galactic republic's navy and you assumed a similarly high position within the government.

at first, you found yourselves a little apartment in a high rise on coruscant. it wasn't much, but after years of sharing cramped rooms and tents and even just a bed on the falcon at one point, having a place of your own was everything.

it's quickly filled with physical marks of your relationships; pictures of the two of you, notes on the fridge, flowers on the kitchen counter that poe would buy you, which would stay for weeks and weeks til they withered away and he'd replace them.

those lazy days you'd spend there together, just you and him and no-one else, allowed to just exist for the first time in fucking years felt surreal

it was everything; slow mornings and late nights and rainy afternoons spent watching water fall down on the bright city lights ahead of you

it worked for a while and even then some after your first kid appeared in the world. a son, six pounds and three ounces of pure dameron with mighty lungs and the same dark hair as his dad. but he grew, and he began to walk, and suddenly the four walls that you'd once looked at and thought how the hell are we gonna fill this place? was suddenly too small

so, you moved. this time, further out from the business of the city and back to yavin 4 where everything had started for poe. home was wherever you were but being close to kes was even better. anywhere connected to shara was wonderful too.

you found a house ten minutes from where poe had grown up; it had a garden and four bedrooms (you'd said "home office" and poe had said "so at least four more, then?") and a kitchen big enough to house an army

the furniture you owned barely filled the living room but with poe's paternity leave giving him too much free time and the gift of online shopping, this problem was quickly solved

within a year, it's your home and you know that it's your forever one

within two years, there was another kid present; this time, a daughter. poe loved both his kids beyond any worldly measure but even more so every time time he saw little bits of you in them.

eventually, you and poe save up enough to take a few years out of work; obviously, it's something you'd have to return to but just for a little while, there's nothing to focus on but each other and your family

[nelvana]

A couple months ago now I was fortunate enough to buy a used switch lite from my friend, and even luckier to obtain a copy of Pokemon Scarlet at the local pawn shop at a very reduced price (plus a couple other things but that's not the point rn). So, we go right from the earliest generation of pokemon to the newest back to back, with possibly just as many bugs and glitches, to my gen 9 team!

Team stats and general gameplay info under the cut:

"Nila", Meowscarada, ♀, U-Turn - Play Rough - Flower Trick - Night Slash

"Quaord", Clodsire, ♂, Poison Jab - Earthquake - Liquidation - Megahorn

"Guache", Grafaiai, ♂, Slash - Knock Off - Poison Jab - U-Turn

"Stella", Luxray☆, ♀, Volt Switch - Spark - Crunch - Ice Fang

"Étoile", Pyroar☆, ♀, Flamethrower - Hyper Voice - Swift - Crunch

"Pharle", Farigiraf, ♂, Crunch - Shadow Ball - Twin Beam - Tera Blast

General Playthrough Notes:

Okay look I need to level with you all right off the bat, I don't like the vast majority of the pokemon introduced in gen 9. They feel like such first drafts to me. I normally go into these games with a team plan but this time I literally had two slots missing going in, I just could not think of what to put in there. And I already planned on using two poison-types and two normal-types! Normally I avoid doubling up on types as much as possible! After a bit I used the codes to get a bug-tera mew and a cetitan and was just thinking "I guess they'll be mainstays??"... then I immediately ran into a shiny shinx. Then a shiny litleo. They happened to slot right into the team and I've never been fortunate enough to use shinies in a playthrough (except my soulsilver randomized apocalocke but shhhhh we aren't there yet), so I put them on. But if they hadn't shown up and essentially saved my ass I would have been hard pressed to fill up a team of six (look I literally just used a mew I'm not in a hurry to use it again, at least it's been a couple years since I used luxray in a playthrough).

Anyways, despite all that, I had fun! I knew going in it wouldn't be too difficult and would have its lion's share of glitches, so I was just along for the ride. I like the friend group you form in this game! I like vibing with koraidon as an honorary team member! It's just a pleasant time.

Back to shinies for a moment, overworld shinies without any sound effects to indicate them is evil. I spent so much time staring at groups of pokemon trying to tell if one of them was off-palette. Thankfully, I never ran into any shinies other than the ones I caught.

The raids are neat, though since I don't have Nintendo Online and no frequent enough local players it isn't super interesting with just the npcs. Caught a few neat fellas though, including a steel-tera breloom and a fighting-tera azumarill.

Speaking of, when I first started playing those mewtwo raids were going on and I wanted to participate in them so bad. I barely missed my window, though from what I've heard I wouldn't have stood much of a chance anyway, haha.

I wish there was more post-game other than the raids. I've redone the tournament like half a dozen times now; I wish there was a battle frontier or something. To be fair, I haven't caught all those ruin legends yet; though the one I have caught I managed to get in the first ball, lol.

Do I have the dlc yet? No! I can't just throw around that kind of money willy-nilly. Maybe someday though.

Picnics are really cute though I wish I could pet my pokemon instead of just wash them. Also why can't I sit down on the chairs that are set up around the picnic table??? Still don't really get the sandwich hype, I might mess around with it a bit though, I want to give it a fair shot.

"Hey Nel, why haven't you talked about the Elite Four? You usually start these notes with them?" The E4 is very unremarkable, sorry. I won't bore you by being the billionth person to rag on how Geeta is objectively the worst champion. Also when I rematched all the gym leaders I didn't have to terastilize or heal my pokemon. They were a bit more impressive the first time around tbh. The gym puzzles were neat though!! Except for Tulip's. Fuck her.

Oh yeah, terastilizing is a thing. Mega evolution is still better.

I wanna hang out with my friiiieeeennnds more, both my irl friends and Nemona, Penny, and Arven. It would be so fun to do raids with them or something like that.

Cold take but the uniforms suck I wanna customize my outfit like Nemona, Penny, Arven and Team Star do

(Normally this is where I'd show a screenshot of me finishing the game, but I'm one of the few weirdos who can't use captchas and haven't found another way to transfer files from my switch to other devices. Have a picture of my cat instead; his name is Prince.)

[emyluwinter]

Small spoilers!!And your favorite angst

Shoo Shoo!!! I warned you!!!

SHOO!

So… you mean….

Rollo hates magicians because something happened to his brother and he suffered because of magic?

(For those who are not aware of the book Frollo had a younger brother who led a very ….. ''easy'' lifestyle?I'm sorry if it was rude, I can't find a better way to express it)

Hmm! This is very interesting!

And of course your favorite angst.

what if…If Rollo's brother was hurt by another magician?

The scene on the bell tower. Where Yuu, Grimm and Mozus are trying to figure out the mechanism that triggers the Blessed Bell, and they needed to figure out how to remove the limiter from three strokes.

Mozus distracts the flowers on itself so that the flowers do not damage the mechanism and do not confuse the necessary parts to complete their plan.

But Rollo intervenes, realizing that his plan could go to hell because of them.

And in a fight between two magicians, one of Rollo's spells used in full force hits Yuu, who at that moment were trying to pull a tight lever to start the Bell Tower mechanism.

Yuu noticed a strong spell flying at them only at the last moment, Train did not have time to react due to the fact that flowers began to entangle him and devour his magic. It was too late. A thud from Yuu's striking body filled the room, for a minute all sounds seemed to be silenced due to shock.

-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! - Grimm broke into a terrified scream and threw his fiery blue flame at Rollo, buying himself some time.And ran up to the motionless body of the Prefect, trying to see how much they had suffered because of the spell.

-Yuu?Yuu?!Hey! Answer me!!Don't scare me like that!!

Cursing softly and finally somehow getting out of the flowers, Professor Trein immediately finds himself next to Yuu and the Grimm fussing next to him.

At that moment, Rollo suddenly realized that he was even worse than the man who hit brother with magic. Much worse, because he did exactly the same thing. A stab in the back when they couldn't even defend themselves. Nothing would work against a magic strike except magic. Magic that they didn't have originally…. ***

AND NOW IMAGINE WHAT DESPAIR AND HORROR SEIZED ROLLO FLAMME WHO INTENDED TO BECOME A TRUTHFUL JUDGE WHO CLEARED TWST AND IN THE END HE TURNED OUT TO BE AN EXECUTIONER! ***

Trein had to use all his knowledge of first aid to at least mitigate the effects of applying such a powerful spell. Magicians have magical immunity, which additionally protects them from the effects of overblots. Non-magicians have much weaker immunity. But it still exists.

But Yuu doesn't have it. Which only aggravates the situation and the consequences.

Rollo Flamme was tied up and literally chained to the nearest pillar in the Bell Tower so that he would not do something even worse. He could only indifferently watch the Professor's efforts to preserve such a fragile life in their hands..

The poor Prefect wheezed at every attempt to even out their breathing and moaned softly in pain, it was too much for their unprepared body.

-Hold on, child, I'll make some ice so it doesn't hurt so much. It will pinch a little.Look at the Grimm and breathe.

Grimm stayed close to Yuu and did not leave for a second, although he wanted to scratch Rollo's entire face to the very bones and set him on fire.

-Yuu…. - carefully nuzzling the Prefect's cheek, Grimm pursed his paws listening to their breathing.

-Professor, they'll be fine….right?

-They were severely stunned…but it's not a threat to their lives.

Azul suddenly crashes into the back of Malleus who is frozen like a statue.

-Ouch…please… don't stop so abruptly, you could….warn…

Idia, who is barely crawling after them, notices how pale and frozen they are.

-h-hey….what… have…..you….with faces….?

He notices the Professor and Grimm, next to Yuu's wheezing body.

-Oh. No…

[jennawynn]

Starfield

I think I finally got rid of the "have to play as much as possible" brainworms, which is good. It's a Bethesda title. You basically know if you'll like it or not based on that one fact. It is solidly Bethesda. It is Skyrim/Fallout in Space. I like Bethesda games. I still play Fallout and Skyrim sometimes...

HOWEVER...

Things I wish it had... because where else can I shout this into the universe? You think I'm gonna go do it on Twitter? Ha. I don't think any of these are THAT egregious, either.

I love that I can be a space trucker or a miner and don't have to go be a hero somewhere. I don't love that you HAVE to kill people to get there. Like even just to get off the moon. Give me the potential for pacifist playthroughs, Todd! Or at least the option to skip the opening once you've done it. Or an alternate start where you have to earn a ship or SOMETHING. (Sometimes in Skyrim I'll just make an NPC who picks flowers and does alchemy to afford nights at the inn and food to eat, no killing, no nothing... so seeing that I can set up a mining outpost and take jobs to be a delivery driver/passenger vehicle or to sell to starports is A+ in my book.)

Tag for trash/sale in inventory. Sometimes I know I want to keep a thing. Sometimes I know it's just junk. I wish I could tag for trash/sale and then a) be able to see those in a sortable list to determine what I'm getting rid of first when I go over weight and b) sell it all at once at participating vendors.

Speaking of, SORT BY WEIGHT/VALUE. I *think* it's available on PC, but I'm on xbox and the UI is (necessarily) different. But I still think it should be an option. You KNOW how we play, TODD. You know we sit there to determine which junk is the best value for the weight while we're getting under max capacity mid-dungeon. Make it easy on us.

Land vehicles. Some of those POIs are _so far away_ and a) you make it so we can't sprint constantly and b) you space things out really far. It makes it a chore to explore and get those juicy surveys done. I almost _always_ max out a biome's survey options before I get to the first trait. Give us a speedier travel option, please?

Less suicidal companions. I can't tell you how many times I've sat there shooting at a pirate when my companion comes over and stands RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME and then complains when I accidentally shoot them. Maybe don't stand where my bullets are!

This is a much less common complaint than the others, probs, but when you have a chameleon spacesuit and you try to shoot... you can't see your ironsights/reflex scope. You have to go to third person or a scoped weapon to be able to see where you're shooting. So like... maybe just DON'T hide the sights? Or put a reticle up just so we can actually use the armor?

I suck at space combat and I'm not sure why. So I don't have a solid suggestion here, but that does seem to be the consensus- people don't know how to space combat because the system is either not good or not explained.

Oh that reminds me- BETTER TUTORIALS. I was EIGHTEEN hours in before I realized I completely misunderstood the lockpick minigame (which is a huge improvement fwiw).

Level ranges on the mission boards so you don't end up in a level 15 starfighter combat when you're level 5.

Current inventory counts on crafting/vendor screens. I need to know if I have 400 of a thing in my cargo bay before I buy/build another 30, please, without needing to back all the way out, check my inventory, then come back in. Or do an inventory spreadsheet. Which I totally didn't do. Promise.