A/N: Thank you to a guest, Dvided, istaatiragram, sabrina bayonet and shadowhunterkira for their reviews on Chapter 13. I'm sorry for keeping you guys waiting so long for Chapter 14. School is a thing, unfortunately.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, which is several drabbles.

Thanks for reading!

"I spilt coffee on my coffeet!" You exclaim in dismay, watching as brown liquid trickles down onto your favourite pair of boots.

LaF, Perry and Carmilla all groan and roll their eyes at your terrible pun in a move you are sure they must have rehearsed together in secret. No group could be that in sync without some kind of prior rehearsal, of that you were certain.

They could be a little more sympathetic to my plight. Yeah, the pun had been terrible but now your socks were extremely wet. And there was nothing that could ruin your day more than wet socks.

"Oh c'mon cupcake. Your shoes will be fine. And I'll buy you another coffee."

As you move to take your seat beside Carmilla in the café, you see LaFontaine throw a sharp elbow at Perry and mutter "she's totally whipped" as they nod towards Carmilla.

You realise that it's true. You probably have Carmilla in the palm of your hand…especially after that move you had performed last night last night when-

"So have things been nice and normal with the two of you?" Perry interrupts your thoughts, some of which were definitely not appropriate for you to be having whilst on a lunch date with your friends.

To your surprise, Carmilla answers Perry.

(She really seems to be making an effort today, and apart from the earlier eye rolling and groaning, she seems totally transformed from her usual snarky self.)

"Oh yeah we've just been peachy, haven't we cutie?"

(Well…try as she might Carmilla could never truly purge herself of sarcasm.)

"Actually, we've been great! The other day, Carmilla left these little sticky notes throughout her apartment and when I came and visited she just sat and brooded on her bed with her cat and I went on a treasure hunt and found all this cool stuff, like a flower and chocolate!"

Carmilla looks uncomfortable and you realise you're probably ruining her badass reputation once more. She's such a romantic and a softy really. It's so funny to you that no one but you seems to know it.

"And of course it's great to be on holidays from Uni." You continue, trying not to get too fixated on your thoughts about Carmilla. "What about you two?"

LaF and Perry exchange lovesick looks that you find adorable. However, you know that Carmilla would feel differently. If she wasn't on her best behaviour, you were sure that Carmilla would be miming a loud retching sound right about now.

"LaFontaine and I have been good Laura, they've been helping me organise my-"

You momentarily stop focussing on Perry's very exciting story about how she used the Dewey Decimal System to catalogue her notes from over the last three or so years as you catch Carmilla giving you a soft, loving look.

You automatically start smiling in response to her gaze and you have to stop yourself from reaching over to tuck a wayward black curl behind one of her ears.

And then she gives you one of her rare, genuine smiles that she seems to reserve only for you.

(Both of you probably look like lovesick fools right now, but does it really matter? For you are young and so, so in love and nothing, nothing will go wrong, even though you thought that it would, because you are enough for Carmilla- the two of you are enough for each other.)

LaFontaine suddenly makes a loud retching sound startling the two of you from each other.

/

"Cupcake, I cannot believe I'm going strawberry picking with you. Do I not have a right to just one scrap of dignity? Is that too much to ask?"

"Um, Carm, you were the one that agreed to go strawberry picking with me. You didn't have to."

"You know I can't say no to you when you do that puppy dog thing! You were playing dirty Laura, and I am not impressed." She begins to pout and in response you begin to fake a coughing fit, spluttering out "whipped" between coughs.

Carmilla merely raises an eyebrow. "Nasty cough you've got there creampuff."

You can't think of a witty remark when she's doing that smouldering thing with her eyes so instead you try and focus on not accidently picking a strawberry with a large spider on it. That would not be fun.

(Then again Carmilla could probably just give the spider one of her frightening glares and it would wither and die.)

The bickering dying down for the time being, the two of you begin to focus on picking strawberries. It is only after about five minutes when you realise that Carmilla is eyeing your pile of strawberries competitively, and picking strawberries at a rapid rate, a determined look on her face.

Oh if she wanted a race, then it's on.

Your fingers begin to claw desperately at strawberries, shoving them into your basket. You knock Carmilla's hand off a large strawberry and she hisses softly under her breath, shoving you aside in order to get at another strawberry. You push her back, angrily.

You forget your affection for Carm, you forget your own name, so desperate are you to win. You knock small children aside as you dash off to find more strawberries. You no longer care about spiders- they could bite you for all you cared! You just wanted to win, you needed to win and-

You see an incredibly large strawberry. It must be a mutant so massive is it- it surely must be three strawberries combined into one? If you get that strawberry it will not matter who has more in their basket.

You will have the holy grail of strawberries. Carmilla will have to bow down to your awesomeness.

You begin to run towards it, no sprint, because you have always been a winner and you see now reason to stop now just because of some trivial thing like being in a long term relationship.

You're about a metre away from the godly strawberry when you see Carmilla approaching from another path, her basket flying wildly in her hand, her eyes narrow and determined as she pumps her legs desperately.

You're so so close, you can taste the sweetness of the strawberry as you reach out your hand and-

Carmilla reaches the strawberry at the same moment as you, and both of you crash right into each other, knocking each other flying.

Strawberries scatter everywhere as you and Carmilla are knocked flat. There is silence for a moment as both of you catch your breath and try to come to terms with the ridiculous game the two of you had just played.

And then the two of you exchange a look, and that is enough to set you both off laughing.

Just when you think you can stop laughing, you catch sight of the mangled mutant strawberry and that sets you off again. And Carmilla joins in, her throaty laugh intermingling with yours.

The two of you sit there, in the strawberry patch, laughing to your hearts content, utterly uncaring of the odd looks you're getting from harried parents.

/

"Caaaarrmiillaaa. Carm. Wake up."

"Cupcake what ungodly hour is it?"

"It's 12pm."

"Ugh. Go back to sleep cupcake."

It's another one of those lazy days that so defines your University holidays and you're lying next to Carmilla in bed, gazing at her and playing with a curled strand of dark hair.

She looks so peaceful, so content lying beside you. At least, she did before you had awoken her- now she vaguely resembled an outraged cat.

She feels you watching her and slowly opens her dark brown eyes to gaze back at you.

"What is it creampuff?"

"I want to know more about you Carm."

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She groans and hides her head beneath your yellow pillow. Her muffled voice reaches you from beneath it: "cutie, you know all the important stuff. I have a tragic backstory, I like cats and I'm in love with you. And I swear I'm not a serial killer. Now let me sleep please."

"But I don't even know your favourite colour!" Your voice has become whiny but you cannot stop yourself. You want to know everything about her, every last detail.

"It's black."

Wow, what a surprise. Didn't see that one coming at all.

"Black isn't a colour Carm."

"It is too damn early for us to be arguing about this buttercup."

There's a long silence as Carmilla tries to get comfortable underneath your yellow pillow. Failing, she groans and emerges, her hair mused in an adorable fashion. She glares up at you, unperturbed by your petulant expression.

"Fine cupcake." She eventually mutters. "I'll bite. I know I'm not so good at the whole feelings thing but…"

A delighted grin spreads across your face. "Ok awesome Carmilla! Umm…so who do you ship more? Piper and Alex or Delphine and Cosima? And don't even pretend like you don't know what shipping is. I saw how you reacted when Cosima told Delphine-

"-Laura," she interrupts in a deadly serious tone, "tell no one of this."

"Carm, your nerdy little secret is safe with me."

"Fine." She looks around the room shiftily, acting as if she thinks the walls have ears. "Cophine for sure. I like Piper and Alex but…it's not a healthy relationship. They don't work creampuff. They just hurt each other."

You feel a stab in your gut at that, but you ignore it. Carmila's fine. We're fine. You try to reassure yourself.

(But deep down you know that something isn't right.)

"Favourite flower?" You distract yourself from your troubling thoughts, because Carmilla is your girlfriend and she is completely fine. She has to be.

"White orchid."

(You wonder vaguely whether you should be taking notes for future romantic dates and gifts.)

"Favourite place?"

"The library. Or anywhere with you."

"Favourite person?"

"You."

You lean forward at that to kiss her gently on the lips and she smiles against you slightly.

"I knew my charm would work its magic on you someday creampuff…"