#But someone asked for the tea and I gotta spill it
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That's a good look, Ivy! And hey, getting the book up there with no hands is a trick itself, right?
"I supposed that's a pretty cool trick itself then! Floating things has to be one of the easiest things you can do with magic. It's one of the first things you learn!"
"So I never really thought of it as anything interesting to look at, If you like that I'm more than happy to float things for you! Hehehe." She gave a cheerful smile before she hummed quietly in thought.
"Oh! And everyone has a unique color of magic, So I guess it could be pretty entertaining to ask magic users to float things for you just to see what their magic color is!"
"Um... Uh... wait. I'm getting distracted again..."
Ivy went silent before cringing, "This brain. It's distracting." She seemed almost distressed for a moment. However, a smile quickly returned to her face, albeit a nervous one.
"Uhm, Well, I guess that's my cue, Sorryyy~ Maybe we can talk more later! I got things I have to do. Unfortunately, I can't stay like this forever I'd drive myself crazy. You knooowww how it is..."
She sighed, "It's exhausting."
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#Ivy. I guess?#storyposts#Thank you for this ask om It made me smile#Its such a relaxing break to have some silly antics and lighthearted asks to work with#Ivy deserves a break to be happy 😭 SHE DESERVES THE WORLD#especially with what I'm about to do next#iM SO SORRY IVY I LOVE YOU I PROMISE#But someone asked for the tea and I gotta spill it
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— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 & 𝒊 | 𝒆. 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔
mean neighbor!ellie x sunshine fem!reader, angst / fluff / hurt + comfort, modern!au warnings: language / 18+ content (mdni!), wc: 5k
you have a hot new neighbor…too bad she doesn’t want a thing to do with you!
tagging those who commented / liked my previous interest post!: @loversreligion , @tahni-04 , @parrotpeggy , @acnologiasgf , @maybe-cece (happy birthday gemini queen ! <3)
an — first time writing for ellie ! content warnings include oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving). not my first time writing 18+ content, but my first time posting eeek. i apologize for the person ellie has turned me into lmaooo. feel free to send me more ideas, blurbs, hcs, etc.
neighbor!ellie who moves in on a hot sticky july day.
ac’s busted in the common areas, elevator hasn’t worked in weeks, and she’s moved into a unit on the fifth floor.
neighbor!ellie who’s admittedly too far gone and incredibly irritated because jesse keeps fucking around and they almost drop her flat screen on the third flight of steps.
neighbor!ellie who finally gets most of the boxes and furniture settled and doesn’t even get to collapse on the couch for .2 seconds before someone’s knocking on the door.
yanks the knob so hard, the door rattles on its hinges.
eyes narrow when she sees you, all neat, not sweaty, dressed in an outfit definitely not indicative of a night in. only makes her even more annoyed because she just wants two seconds of peace.
“yes?” her tone is sharp, gaze bored because your lips part thrice before the words are spilling out.
“i know it’s miserable out, and this building can be a piece of shit, so i made some blackberry tea!”
neighbor!ellie who gives the glass, beaded with condensation, a brief glance before crossing her arms over her chest.
“i’m allergic to blackberries,” ellie says flatly.
your round eyes widen impossibly before tucking the glass behind your back.
“oh fuck, i’m so sorry,” you babble. “i have peach! or maybe mint? i—”
“i’ll pass.”
neighbor!ellie who doesn’t beat around the bush and makes a move to close the door because she hadn’t even checked into the conversation.
“if you ever need anything, i’m right next door!” you chirp. “i’m-”
“yup, yeah, got it. good night.”
and the door is shutting in your face.
neighbor!ellie who’s trying to sleep in because she stayed up all night playing tekken 4 with jesse jolting awake when she hears three soft raps against the front door.
has an inkling of who it could be so she’s only mildly surprised when she sees you standing on the welcome mat that says ‘no weenies allowed’ because jesse thought it was the funniest thing (ellie’d been only slightly amused).
“morning,” you smile.
you have a plate covered in foil in your hands and ellie gives you a brief onceover to find that you’re dressed to the nines again (admittedly it’s just a simple sundress, but the red and white ginham cuts at the meatiest part of your thighs and she has to remind herself to keep her eyes up).
“it’s…” ellie trails off, glances at the clock on the oven to find that it’s not even 9am. “…8:52am on a saturday morning.”
“it is,” you agree, extending the plate to her. “i, uh, hope you’re not allergic to pancakes?”
“…i’m not.”
you beam.
“great!”
you’re shoving the food in her hands before she can decline and ellie finds that the ceramic is still warm.
neighbor!ellie who awkwardly holds the plate up to you as a silent thanks and shuts the door in your hopeful face.
“i gotta give it to you williams, didn’t think you’d pull within 24 hours,” jesse mutters groggily from the couch he’d helped her lug up the stairs yesterday afternoon.
“oh fuck off,” she huffs, tearing the foil from the plate to find a five-stack of fluffy pancakes with two cute little strawberry-shaped containers that has butter and syrup respectively.
“who’s it from?” jesse asks, even though he knows the answer.
“girl in 5a.”
first bite in and ellie’s eyebrows raise because wow, that’s damn good.
jesse swipes a bite despite ellie’s protests and they polish off the matching plate that she puffs a laugh at because there’s a strawberry bandit painted in the center and in shoddy lettering says, “this is a strobbery”
neighbor!ellie who surprises you by washing and returning the plate later that evening, muttering out a quick thanks before ducking back into her apartment without another word.
she leaves you blinking, staring at the space she was previously standing in a moment prior before you smile and shut the door because god ellie is so hot.
neighbor!ellie doesn’t expect it to become a routine, but more often than not, you’re knocking on her door at any given hour with snacks and she’s surprised when, a week and a half in, she’s had to do minimal grocery shopping because you’re always feeding her.
little does she know it’s because you’re looking forward to the brief moments that she’s unintentionally banging on your door to return your plates and dinnerware.
neighbor!ellie who’s a mechanic and brings your goodies to work sometimes and gets teased by the other mechanics because they think she has a girlfriend.
neighbor!ellie who after revealing she works in a garage starts opening up her front door to little reusable bags with cute notes and food puns if your schedule’s don’t line up.
neighbor!ellie whose schedule does end up frequently aligning with yours and you end up taking the same elevator down.
“morning, ellie,” you greet, smiling softly at her despite being up at the asscrack of dawn.
neighbor!ellie who yawns, takes the lunch you made for her gratefully and walks with you to the elevator.
“morning, 5a.”
neighbor!ellie who could get used to only seeing you in the fifth floor halls, however, after a few weeks, you stumble upon her in different circumstances.
you’re usually out on your balcony in the early mornings to water your plants and drink your tea or coffee, but today’s been exceptionally rough at work (you’re, surprise, a café owner) so you step out to take a deep breath late in the evening after your shift.
you definitely don’t expect to find ellie perched on a stool flicking the ash from a blunt over the railing.
“‘sup,” she hums, taking a long pull.
“hey,” you sigh.
“long day?” she humors you.
the two of you don’t really have much conversation because ellie’s always finding ways to cut interactions with you short.
and it’s not particularly because she doesn’t like you, but she’s caught the vibe you’re giving off and she doesn’t want to give you any unnecessary hope, especially after such a messy break up with the last girl.
(it’s definitely not because something about you makes her nervous).
so she doesn’t really expect you to spill, but one moment you’re debating whether or not you should divulge and the next you’re talking a mile a minute about how draining the job can be especially when employees end up being unreliable and the customers are impatient.
ellie’s gone through the entire joint and you still haven’t stopped talking and she doesn’t want to be mean, especially because you’ve been so nice to her since she’s moved in, but the high is wearing off because she’s too focused on finding an out of the one-sided conversation.
“you should come by,” you say, once you’re done babbling. “to the café, i mean. bring your friends, i’ll stay open a little later for you guys.”
that catches ellie’s attention after she’d zoned out.
“i— you don’t have to do that,” she says. “and i mean, we’re all pretty busy and—”
“no, no!” you say sweetly. “i insist! i wanna test out a few new seasonal recipes and i’d love some opinions!”
ellie’s wracking her brain, but you’re looking at her so hopefully and you look too cute with a few strands of hair falling from your updo. she really doesn’t want to give in, so she gives a lukewarm response instead.
“i’ll, uh, get back to you, i guess.”
you’re grinning.
“try to clear saturday night!” you tell her. “sometime around 9:30!”
ellie opens her mouth to give one last protest, but you’re standing from where you’d been leaning against the railing.
“it’ll be fun!” you tell her. “night, ellie!”
neighbor!ellie who really doesn’t want to go because she feels like it’ll only add fuel to the fire.
the beginning of the week rolls around and you decide that this’ll be the week you’ll finally ask ellie out.
you figure that ellie’s just really quiet, isn’t the one to really put herself out there, so you wanna take initiative.
you’re thinking of all the different recipes you could try because you really wanna wow her and her friends.
little does ellie know that you’re lowkey agonizing over saturday and it’s all you can think about: what you’ll wear, what pairings you want to present, how you’ll decorate the cafe.
meanwhile, ellie’s trying to find a way out of it and jesse’s not any help because he keeps teasing her about how she must be broken for not wanting her hot neighbor who has a glaringly obvious crush on her.
everyone on the whole floor, possibly even the whole building knows. hell, even the doorman knows (and it’s definitely not because you stop to chat with him frequently when you walk your little beagle, apple, and ellie becomes a frequent topic of conversation).
neighbor!ellie who starts avoiding you because she fears that her being receptive to your kindness is giving you the wrong idea (definitely not because you’re growing on her and you’re becoming a part of her daily routine).
neighbor!ellie who sees you twice the entire week, doesn’t answer the door when you knock, stuffs your cute little post-its about saturday somewhere in the back of her junk drawer, smokes her blunts on the roof to avoid running into on the balcony.
neighbor!ellie who spends most of her time at the garage with jesse and her coworkers in efforts to get home after you do.
you figure that maybe she is really busy and you shouldn’t have been so pushy about the tasting, but you’ve grown to really like her and you can’t give this up without officially giving it a shot.
neighbor!ellie who ducks out of her apartment when she knows you’re out on saturday and leaves her lights off, so you’ll know she isn’t home.
neighbor!ellie who spends the day with jesse and his girl and gets invited to a kickback on the otherside of town.
neighbor!ellie who’s about two joints in and a couple shots out, so she’s crossed by nine and you completely slip her mind.
you’re on the other side of town, about a block from your apartment, waiting in the cafe for ellie.
you made such a pretty spread of lavender matcha cookies and lemon muffins. used your special espresso roast to brew a delicious batch of coffee to make a few lattes.
you’d even bought flowers from next door, decorated the table and light a few candles.
it’s 9:45 and you think that she’s gonna be late, but time’s passing and the pastries are going stale, the coffee going lukewarm.
it’s 10:30 when you start losing hope.
probably 11:30 when you blow out the candles, box up the treats and throw the espresso in the cooler for some iced coffee tomorrow morning.
you should’ve seen it coming, really. she did say that her and her friends were typically busy. and she hadn’t officially confirmed it with you either so you were being rather presumptuous anyways.
you decide that maybe you’ll just drop them by her place tomorrow and ask her to lunch!
it’s about midnight when you walk up the sidewalk and see that her LEDs are on in her room. it vaguely smells like weed so you figure she’d been smoking a little.
you don’t wanna bother her so late at night so you enter your own apartment, set the box on the kitchen island before padding into your room to get ready for bed.
you should’ve seen it coming, ellie standing you up, but what you don’t see coming, or hear, for that matter, are the muffled moans through the paper thin walls.
you’d been used to hearing ellie cuss at her video games, heard her getting better at playing the guitar, bickering with jesse over who got to be who during smash bros, but this was new.
you’d never heard the voice before, pitched and whiny.
your cheeks warm because whatever ellie’s doing must be good. you can’t even find it in yourself to be relieved that ellie was interested in girls. you’d initially been scared that maybe you were reading into it all wrong.
regardless, obviously you’d read everything way way wrong because ellie’s mouth is filthy and there’s no misconstruing the fact that she’s fucking someone six ways to sunday and you can hear every gory detail.
your stomach is churning because it’s been weeks and you couldn’t even get ellie outside the fifth floor’s hallway.
it’s obvious they’re thoroughly enjoying themselves and the hurt and envy that kindles is an ugly sight to see.
you end up sleeping in the living room that night.
neighbor!ellie who chases the girl out the following morning after a nasty hangover and finally coming to terms with the fact that she’d brought someone home last night.
neighbor!ellie whose stomach drops to her ass when someone knocks on the door a few minutes later and she thinks it’s you, but it ends up being jesse.
“jesus, did 5a do that?” he asks, referring to your apartment number in regards to the fresh hickies blooming up the column of ellie’s throat.
“god no,” ellie says. “how many times do i have to tell you, that’s never happening.”
neighbor!ellie who would never tell a soul that she’d been imagining a certain someone the night prior.
neighbor!ellie who doesn’t want to think of anything more than being your neighbor because she’s locked in this lease for the next two years and she’d prefer to not shit where she sleeps.
(yeah, that’s totally it).
“dude why not? she’s obviously so down bad for you,” jesse chuckles, pushing past ellie.
she huffs a breath, defensive.
“god, i don’t know how she isn’t embarrassed, it’s fuckin’ pathetic.”
oh—
you’d heard jesse’s voice, then ellie’s, and figured you could give her the pastries you worked so hard on last night.
you’d always thought that ellie was just naturally aloof, kept to herself often, but last night was the coffin and this morning was the nail.
in the stillness of your apartment, jesse and ellie’s voice carries through the thin walls.
“i mean, you could just fuck her a couple of times, get it out of your system?”
“god, look at her, there’s not a casual bone in her body.”
“you can’t run away from her forever, yknow?”
neighbor!ellie who thinks to herself that she’ll try anyways.
neighbor!ellie who doesn’t have to try, because you become an enigma after that.
it’s the middle of the week and she hasn’t had to even try avoiding you once.
you haven’t knocked on her door since the week prior and it makes her brows furrow.
neighbor!ellie who starts feeling bad for standing you up, but feels infinitely worse when she goes to dump some of her trash and finds the carton of pastries you’d baked.
they have your café’s name emblazoned on the logo and she vaguely remembers you chattering about trying lavender in one of your recipes.
she sees the purple food coloring and her heart sinks because why are they in the trash? :(
realizes that she’s fucked up and that maybe she should just be completely transparent with you.
neighbor!ellie who hesitantly knocks on your door and waits patiently for you to answer.
hears shuffling on the other side, but you don’t open up.
neighbor!ellie who tries to convince herself that you’re just busy! work is stressful right now and you’re keeping to yourself.
but you two end up bumping into each other on the elevator (she’d been lurking), and you give her a curt greeting because you’re polite and you realize that ellie doesn’t owe you anything.
“apple’s got a haircut,” she observes, leaning down to pet the pup.
“yeah,” you hum.
“she looks cute,” ellie compliments.
“thanks.”
neighbor!ellie who’s not used to you icing her out, so she takes the leap.
“hey, i wanted to apologize…” she trails off. “about saturday. i shouldn’t have flaked.”
“s’okay,” you say simply, watching as the numbers painfully descend. “you were busy.”
a blanket of silence.
“i’m sure the pastries were great,” ellie tries again. “we could always—”
the elevator dings and the doors part.
“have a good day, ellie,” you say softly, tugging apple by the leash to leave the lift.
neighbor!ellie who swears she hears you sniffling on the other side of the wall later that night, but tries to convince herself that you’ve just got allergies.
neighbor!ellie who thinks of every excuse in the book to try and talk to you, but she ends up freezing because fuck, have you always been this pretty?
neighbor!ellie who buys a succulent and puts it on her balcony. she tries to catch you in the mornings when you’re watering your plants, but it seems like your schedules just don’t align anymore.
neighbor!ellie is frustrated as fuck because she’d been avoiding getting attached, but you don’t knock on her door to deliver snacks or talk her ear off anymore and it drives her absolutely nuts.
neighbor!ellie who gets teased infinitely more at work because her coworkers are now convinced that there’s ‘trouble in paradise’.
“jesus christ, you’re actually pathetic,” jesse rolls his eyes over breakfast one weekend.
“dude, she just…” ellie lets out a frustrated sigh. “i just—”
“you miss her,” he fills in.
ellie turns red.
“fuck you, i don’t—”
“it’s okay to admit it, yknow?” he says. “she’s a lot different from your exes. she’s genuinely sweet, in it because she really likes you.”
ellie swallows, lips pursing.
“you’re soft around her,” jesse observes. “you think that if you give in, she’s gonna uncover parts of you you don’t even let me or joel see.”
“fuck you—”
“for someone who likes bitches you—”
ellie groans.
neighbor!ellie who goes home and rolls a joint because this limbo is stressing her out.
and FINALLY! you’re watering your plants on your balcony when she slides the patio door open and slinks outside.
you don’t say anything to her, just continue watering.
she slumps in her folding lawn chair, kicking her feet up on the railing to feign nonchalance, but you haven’t blinked an eye at her and she’s annoyed.
“been doing alright?” she asks finally.
you freeze for the briefest of moments before glancing at her.
you’ve got bags under your eyes and your lips are pursed and ellie’s heart squeezes.
“yeah,” you answer simply. “fine.”
ellie hums.
“how’s work?”
“same old,” you say, turning your back to her to tend to the plants housed on the other side.
neighbor!ellie who doesn’t know what to say. who’s so used to trying to break conversation, not make them.
neighbor!ellie who fidgets because you’re making her nervous. you’re usually so sweet and smiley, but this side of you makes her gut churn.
neighbor!ellie who bites the bullet.
“i’m…i’m off on sunday…” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “if you wanted to— i dunno.”
your back straightens and she thinks you’re gonna bite, but you glance at the sidewalk below and shake your head.
“you don’t have to pretend, you know?” you say softly.
it’s like a punch in the chest and ellie’s scrambling.
“no! it’s—” she realizes she’s shouting. “it’s not like that, i—”
“i’m a big girl, ellie,” you tell her, that stupid little strawberry-shaped spray bottle squeezed tight in your hand. “if i was annoying, you could have just said that.”
and god she feels so fucking awful because this entire time, you’d just been trying to be nice to her. it was a harmless crush and—
“i don’t think you’re annoying,” she argues weakly. “can you…can you look at me, please?”
your head tilts up and ellie realizes that you’re trying to stop yourself from crying.
“god, i really am pathetic,” is your watery whisper.
ellie’s crossing the balcony, fully ready to climb over the railing onto your patio, but you’re quickly dashing away the tears and throwing the sliding door open.
“goodnight,” you tell her, and you’re sealing her out in the humid air.
neighbor!ellie who’s in knots because living next to someone she used to see everyday fucking sucks now that all the two of you are reduced to is straining extra hard to hear your shuffling from the other side of the walls.
neighbor!ellie who stands in front of your door sometimes, wanting to knock, but feeling like she doesn’t deserve closure with you because it’s all her fault.
neighbor!ellie who realizes that the very awkwardness and discomfort she was avoiding to begin with could’ve been avoidable had she just been up front with you.
you were sweet and you were understanding…mature. you would’ve probably taken better to honesty than ellie blowing you off and lowkey being an ass to you.
neighbor!ellie being scolded by jesse after a couple of days pass because he’s beating her ass at smash bros without even trying and it’s hurting his ego.
“are you seriously gonna keep moping over 5a?” he asks after the fourth round won.
“i’m not moping,” ellie grumbles.
“oh c’mon dude,” jesse moans in annoyance. “you and 5a have this dad with four kids who doesn’t want a puppy but ends up loving the shit out of the—”
“i do not love her,” ellie barks.
jesse smirks.
“that’s all you took from that, ellie, seriously?” jesse scoffs.
“i mean, it’s not like there’s much that can be done, anyways,” ellie grunts, tossing the video game controller onto the coffee table’s surface. “she fuckin’ hates me and i don’t blame her.”
“5a does not hate you,” jesse sighs. “her feelings are just hurt, but you can fix it.”
“and how’s that?” ellie crosses her arms over her chest.
“you’re a smart girl, you’ll figure it out.” jesse grabs the discarded controller from the coffee table and shoves it into ellie’s chest. “now put your all into this next round, i’m still gonna beat your ass.”
neighbor!ellie who’s never felt more nervous in her life.
who’s standing a block away from the café you own with a little gift bag and a bouquet of flowers.
neighbor!ellie who’s used to effortless relationships and casual situationships.
neighbor!ellie who’s scared shitless that she’s making the wrong decision giving in like this, but maybe jesse’s right and you’re just what she needs.
neighbor!ellie whose hands shake the entire walk up to the café.
she sees you with your back turned towards the door, probably doing closing inventory or something of the like with the way you scribble quickly against a clipboard.
you look so in your element with your apron tied tight around the narrow of your waist and perhaps now’s not the appropriate time, but your work pants look exceptionally great spread over the—
“i’m sorry, but we’re closed for the evening,” your voice sounds when ellie opens the front door and the chime tinkles against the glass.
“i’ll make it quick,” ellie says quietly, paper wrap around the flowers crinkling as she shifts on her feet.
you whirl around with wide eyes, almost dropping the clipboard when you find your neighbor standing in the middle of your café.
she looks so good in a fitted brown button up rolled to the elbow to reveal the whorls of ink decorating her forearms and skinny jeans that are way too good at highlighting the muscles of her thighs.
“ellie, what are you doing here?” you ask, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“i was, er, in the area?”
one of your eyebrows raise.
“well, is there something i can help you with?” you ask, eyeing the flowers and the giftbag in what ellie can only read as disdain.
it’s like the day you two first met all over again but the roles are reversed. her lips gape once, twice, then three times as she tries to find the words. but ellie’s never been good at talking about how she feels, at being vulnerable.
“i have to close up,” you prod, tone tired. “and whoever you’re visiting after this is probably waiting.”
the words after are a silent insinuation.
god knows i did.
you’re turning on your heel and ellie knows she’s losing you.
“i like you.” she says suddenly.
you freeze, fist tightening mercilessly around your clipboard.
“that’s not funny,” you say stonily. “you don’t have to make an ass out of me for having feelings for you, ellie. i get it, it’s hilarious that your dorky neighbor has a crush on you, but you don’t have to drag it. i’m—”
neighbor!ellie who’s always thought that you talk a tad too much and sets the gifts on the nearest table before crossing the distance between the two of you.
she’s towering over you and you’re looking up at her with furrowed brows as she pries the clipboard from your fingers and kisses you without another word.
“wait, wait,” you whisper, pulling away from her momentarily.
her lips chase yours, one hand splaying over the small of your back as the other cradles your chin.
“i’m sorry,” she says quietly. “i didn’t—”
“i don’t understand,” you admit. “you…you and your friend were—”
ellie shakes her head vehemently.
“i was being stupid,” she says quickly. “it’s—” she sighs. “it’s a long story.”
“but the night of the tasting,” you start. “you brought someone home…i heard you.”
ellie closes her eyes in defeat, rolls her lips as she presses her forehead against yours.
“it was a mistake, you have to believe me,” she pleads softly. “i was drunk out of my mind and high as hell and—”
she stops talking when she sees the expression on your face, notices the way your fingers hover.
“you have every right not to entertain this,” ellie swallows. “and i know i’ve been awful to you, but i…i really like you 5a.”
your head tilts down and ellie’s leaning forward in an effort to keep the eye contact.
“i’m not good at stuff like this,” she confesses. “obviously.”
you breathe out an involuntary laugh.
“but you’re different, really different,” ellie says. “and you make me feel so fuckin’ weird—”
you flinch.
“a good weird!” she assuages. “it’s good. and i really wanna try things with you if you’ll let me.”
you look hesitant, but ellie’s hopeful and you’ve always been a sucker for green eyes.
18+ BONUS
neighbor!ellie really wanted to take things slow with you after officially winning you over, but she can’t really help herself.
she takes you out a week after your heart-to-heart in your café, a nice restaurant you’d chattered about during your elevator rides to the lobby, and she’d been so close to making it through dinner and keeping it appropriate, but the dessert the two of you ordered had strawberries.
needless to say, when you’d taken a bite into the candied fruit and the juice curved down your jaw and slithered between your cleavage, ellie threw a wad of bills onto the table top and dragged you out of the restaurant.
didn’t make it far, ended up at the edge of the parking lot in the back seat of her car with two of her fingers knuckles deep in your heat while she swallowed your moans whole.
neighbor!ellie who takes you to hers after you cum twice and she tastes you for the first time.
“fuck, angel,” she whispers against your clit. “pussy’s too good.”
the sight is a devastating one, your skirt bunched around your waist and your top discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor.
one of your hands bunches her sheets in your fist, the other threaded through her brown hair as she eats you out like she’s absolutely starved.
“that’s it, princess,” she eggs you on, stuffing her fingers and curling against the walls of your spongy cunt. her tongue is sloppy against your little bud and your dulcet moans are buttery soft, absolute music to her ears.
that night seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back because she can’t get enough of you.
especially not when you wear that red and white gingham sundress you’d worn the second time the two of you met.
neighbor!ellie who spends so much time in your apartment now, likes to especially when you’re baking because you wear that stupidly tiny dress in your stupidly tiny kitchen and it takes every ounce of self control to keep her kisses on your exposed shoulders appropriate.
you start kneading the dough and she can’t keep her hands to herself, hooking her jaw into the crook of your neck as her fingers dance under the hem of your dress and ghosts the seam of your thighs.
“y’look so pretty,” ellie hums, tongue darting to lave at the juncture of your jaw and your neck.
“wait, ah!” fingertips trace over your mound and a semi-giddy, semi-disbelieving laugh rumbles from ellie’s chest when she finds you aren’t wearing any panties.
“you’re a dirty girl, angel,” she bites, one arm securing around your waist, the other toying with the slick coating your inner thighs. “what happened to getting work done?”
all you manage is a breathy cry when ellie skips the formalities and taps your clit roughly.
“el—ellie!” you whimper, one of your flour dusted hands wrapping around her wrist as your back arches and your ass presses into her hips.
your body stutters when you feel something nestle between the pert cheeks of your ass.
you throw a surprised look over your shoulder and ellie’s already grinning lazily at you as she continues kissing all over you.
“surprise,” she whispers.
neighbor!ellie who’s so gone. who still constantly gets teased by jesse and her coworkers. who wasn’t willing to admit it at first, but wants absolutely everything to do with you.
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#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams tlou#ellie tlou
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No Need to Pledge, Just Drink.
Thanks for the Warm Response! Here's a shorter piece - Occam
It’s definitely not normal that they invited me to this party. It was a direct invite too, obviously. I wouldn’t show up unless someone explicitly asked. From what I understand frat parties don’t usually have a guest list, but I am not one to just wander in.
Judging by how unpleasant this is so far I’m starting to think I shouldn’t have accepted Derek’s invitation at all. I start to look around for the nearest exits which is when Derek finally shows his face, approaching me with two drinks in hand.
“Sup bruh! I’m so stoked you could make it! This party is gonna be absolutely killer soon so I hope you can stick around!”
“Ah, well I was-”
“I brought you a little drink broski! I know shit like this isn’t your cup of tea so I figured you’d take the assist, this stuff’ll loosen you right up.”
I take the cup from him and just avoid wretching from fumes of alcohol coming from the cup now in my hand. I assumed it was just a beer but it looks like some horrible mixed drink.
“It’s Everclear and Hawaiian Punch bro! As soon as you get past the first taste you barely notice the burn!”
He continues to stand there as I fail to brainstorm a way out of at least trying this. I see a potted plant across the room and know my next move. I’ll give the drink one chance to get Derek off my back and dump it as soon as he turns his.
It’s honestly not as bad as I thought it would be, it doesn’t even seem alcoholic actually? It’s just sweet? Almost to a sickly degree. I don’t really taste the punch either, it's just…
I start to take another sip before noticing that impossibly, my cup is already empty. I only took a sip though? Something, something is not right. I start to freeze up before Derek starts shaking me, his hand holding a second cup of the punch high above his head shouting, “Brooo! You just demolished that! Fuck! I’ve gotta see that again!” He shoves the second cup into my hand and begins to push his way back towards the punch bowl “Everyone outta the way! This nerd has got to have more to drink!”
I watch him longer than I should have, dumbfounded holding this drink that I didn’t want. Don’t want? My vision gets blurry as I watch him maneuver his massive body through the crowd. Woah, I guess this is what alcohol does? I feel myself start to grin watching him struggle to fill a two-liter with whatever that punch is. Jungle juice? Oh Shit? Is he bringing that to me?
The DJ switches playlists and I feel excitement quickly start to build in my chest. I fuckin’ love this song! I start to inch towards the crowd before I’m elbowed in the face and my glasses fall directly into my cup.
“Hey dude! I need those to fuc- I need those to see” I instinctively shout as I look to see my glasses just peeking out of my cup. Before picking them out though, I notice that my vision is actually better now? Which briefly starts to set my veins afire once more, why have I been going to a fucking optometrist for years I start to think, clenching my jaw before I look closer into my cup.
This alcohol must really be getting to me or Derek is pulling another prank on me or something. My hair looks so stupid up like that. I start to move my hand to fix it before seeing my arm reflected.
Or is that even my arm? It shouldn’t be? It’s the size of my head. I shouldn't be able to life something that size if I wanted to. I need to get some fresh air, or just some quiet space. I need to get out. I need-
“Party king coming through! Sorry bro I couldn’t get the bottle to fuckin work so I hope two more cups will do” I see two cups clenched in massive hairy, may as well be, paws starting to pass back through the dance floor. My own hand flexes and I drop my drink, spilling it all over my shoes as I bolt to find a bathroom. Cheers of “Party Foul” ring out as I dash, completely ditching my glasses without a second thought.
I weasel my way through the crowd feeling less agile than usual. Finding it much easier to shove these pipsqueaks out of the way than to squeeze between them before I find peace in the second floor restroom, miraculously without a line outside. I don’t question why I suddenly know the layout of this house as I slam the door and take a deep breath. Music still comes through the door as I reach for the light and prepare to look in the mirror.
The haircut was the least of my concerns. I look like a beast as I start to hyperventilate. I feel the music outside the room quicken matching my heartbeat, my newly 20/20 eyes stare into themselves as they turn from blue to a deep brown and visibly lose acuity. I feel my biceps pressing against the sleeves of my t-shirt narrowly avoiding a deliberate flex to rip the shirt apart.
I notice a stink other than jungle juice coming up from my feet as I feel them beginning to push against the tongue of my shoe. I collapse to the floor and quickly struggle to untie my laces before squeezing my feet out. Immediately apparent are drastically rattier socks than I remember putting on to get ready for this party. Full of holes and stains, I dread knowing whose socks these are and what is happening before recognizing them as my own. Or really they could be any of my bros socks but who cares.
As soon as this thought pushes its way into my head a pit drops into my stomach. I am an only child, I don’t have any bros, or well, I have a house full of bros now right? Getting up off the floor I again glance into the mirror. My jaw is wider, my stubble itches but just like it always does, right? I put my face in my hands creating enough strain in my small shirt to force a tear down the back. Why am I wearing such tiny tiny clothes anyway? Must be Derek hazing me again huh. I think holding in a guffaw, I wonder how he got me in these?
I tear the rest of my shirt away before doing the same to my pants which is when I learn that I have apparently been going commando this whole time. Now free of these nerdy-ass clothes I flex in the mirror. Pecs popping like always, my bros always say the hair hides my pump but who cares bro I want to look like a man. I briefly shake my cock at myself in the mirror smirking and see laid out behind me are a change of clothes that Derek must have laid out for me.
There are a pair of slides, some athletic shorts and a massive stringer that says “Party Prince” Bro! He must have made us matching shirts!
I quickly start to change to match with my Bro and see cologne on the counter. I’m sure bro won't mind if I use it. Each spritz I feel myself fill out my tank even more, veins beginning to peak out down my arms and my package becomes even harder to miss in my shorts. I do a few more poses in the mirror before hearing a knock at the bathroom door.
“Bro you in there? The party’s dying without you bro!”
Hearing my big bros’ cry for help I get my head in the game. I’ve got to bring it tonight. I kick the locked door open, completely shattering the door frame as I cry out- “Who’s ready to drink tonight,” tossing the awaiting cup of jungle juice into the air over the crowd.
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Sincerely Sappy
summary: Sirius is a big fan of pet names. You're not so keen on them, so he needs to convince you.
Sirius Black x fem! reader ♡ 736 words
You let the steam from the two mugs waft warmly over your face, inhaling the sweet, earthy aroma of the tea. Earl grey for Sirius, jasmine for you. You’re careful not to spill as you carry them to the couch, so careful that when you look up and catch Sirius’s gaze, it sends a tiny frision of surprise through you.
This thing between you is still new, and the effect he has on you hasn’t ebbed; every time he walks into a room, or looks at you a certain way, or gifts you one of his sweet, slow smiles, it feels like your heart stops and starts again.
Sirius deploys one of those smiles now, reaching up to take his mug, but you move past him to set them both on the coffee table.
“Careful,” you say, turning his handle to face him. “Don’t burn yourself.”
“Thanks, baby.” Sirius lets his hand brush yours appreciatively as he picks it up.
Baby. You laugh, and it comes out nervous and pitchy. “Ew, don’t call me that.”
He blinks. “Why not? You don’t like it?”
“It—” It’s not that you don’t like it, necessarily. The endearment sends a buzzing from your core all the way to your fingertips that’s not strictly unpleasant, but… “I’m not a baby.”
Sirius quirks a brow, blowing pensively on his tea. “You’re my baby, though.”
You moan, letting your knees come up to your chest and hiding your face in your hands. Sirius’s laughter only worsens the warmth spreading across your face like a blight.
“Okay, okay,” he relents. “You don’t like it. That’s alright, do you prefer angel?”
You lower one of your hands enough to let him view your disbelieving look.
“No? How about sweetheart? Princess?” Sirius creeps closer, setting down his mug so he can devote his full attention to your torment. “Honey? Dearest?” He drops his voice when his mouth is nearly touching your ear, so it’s low and soft when he says, “Darling?”
“Sirius!” If you don’t stop him, you worry your pants will turn to ash right there on the couch.
“C’mon,” he takes your wrists, removing them from your face. “Everyone else gets to call you Y/N. I’ve got an ego to feed, so I need something extra-special, just for me. You gotta give me at least one.”
You must look fairly distraught, because Sirius brings your wrists to his chest, tracing patterns on the backs of your hands soothingly. Even when he’s hellbent on teasing you, he’s unbearably sweet. You sigh. “They all just sound so sappy.”
Sirius squints at you, the bridge of his nose wrinkling, like you’re silly. “Yeah?” he asks. “What do you call this?” He brings your hands, willing captives, to his face, kissing your knuckles. You can only watch, half wariness and half awe at his affection. You’re unsure if it’s theatrics, or if Sirius is being genuine. He certainly seems genuine, but...but. You can’t handle it. It feels like a farce, a trap, to think that someone could treat you so tenderly. “What do you call that?” He points his chin at the two steaming mugs of tea on the coffee table, and you think of how ridiculously pleased he’d been when you started stocking his favorite earl grey for when he came over.
Preparing for me to become a regular visitor, are we? He’d teased, but there was sincerity in his smile. That’s really thoughtful of you, love.
He smiles at you now, pulling you gently from your reverie. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m feeling rather sappy about you these days. And those feelings require an outlet, so you’re just going to have to get used to it.”
You roll your eyes, but he’s succeeded in melting you; you’ve got no fight left. “Fine, call me whatever. But love is my favorite.”
Sirius grins. “I can do that, love.” Your heart lurches almost painfully, but before you can take it back, he adds, “And you can call me whatever you like too, of course.”
You perk up, biting back a smile at the idea of the mocking he’ll endure from James and Sirius if you call him “babygirl” the next time you’re all together. Sirius must see the mischief in your face, his brows furrowing in concern, but before he can take it back, you beam at him sweetly.
“Deal.”
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I have a habbit of messing up peoples names, ive called my mom my brothers name. Sometimes ill start with someone elses name and correct myself like sara-mily or i get it early so its just the first letter like saying ch-steve
I was just thinking about bestfriends eddie x reader where reader accidentally calls eddie daddy because theyre so similar. She goes to say a d name but catches herself and says eddie. She was talking fast and didnt even catch herself saying it until eddies like "did you just call me daddy?"
Accidentally calling Eddie ‘Daddy’. Eddie Munson x female reader. Blurb. Fluff.
I hope this is okay, I’m sick at the moment so it’s kinda self indulgent but I tried to personalise it a bit for you!
The night was like any other of yours and Eddie’s movie nights. Bags of candy spilled out on the floor, blankets swallowing you both up and a blunt being passed between you. Today was tiring, work couldn’t be more stressful and of course you were understaffed. Eddie came to pick you up at closing time, he already had your cup of tea in his cup-holder. It was the small things you appreciated the most from your best friend.
You had your head on his chest, because Eddie said “it will help your migraine I promise.” You wanted to believe him but the smirk on his face just showed he wanted to look after you. Eddie held his palm to your forehead, “you’re burning up a little, I’ll get you some medicine. Wait right here.” He ushers himself out from the blankets and into the kitchen. Rooting through the cupboards as you pause the movie, he reappears holding a bottle and a medicine spoon. Pouring the contents onto the spoon, “open up darling” he smirks as he feeds you.
You wince at the taste of the bitter medicine, swiftly taking a swig of your soda to wash away the taste. Wiping your mouth you whisper, “thank you d-daddy” “e-Eddie I meant Eddie!!” Your face flushes immediately, wanting the ground to swallow you up as you blurt out your sentence. Your brain was on auto pilot and Eddie and Daddy sounded far too similar for your mouth to comprehend whilst you’re suffering so bad with your migraine.
“What was that? Did you just call me daddy?” Eddie smirks, teasing you as he pulls your hands away from your blushing face.
“I- no! The words got scrambled in my head m’sorry I’m so embarrassed, I’m sorry.” You pull away from Eddie’s touch, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your head on them. Terrified that you’ve ruined your friendship, how could Eddie not see you differently after calling him that? A word so not-inherently bad but turned kinky and shameful, he could assume you’re into that. Not that it would be a bad thing to be kinky, you just weren’t.
“Hey hey hey.” Eddie pulls at your arms, “just look at me.” His voice is like velvet, so comforting but you’re shaking. Wishing you could be ignorant and never face this issue. “Come on princess, just want to see you smile.” You can almost hear the smirk in his voice.
You stick to your guns, refusing to move and face him. “You leave me no choice then, I didn’t want to do this sweetheart. But you asked for this..” Eddie coos into your ear before teasing his fingers over your neck, ghosting over your skin and down to your sides. He pokes and prods your ribs, flailing back into Eddie’s chest, trying to swat at his hands to put an end to his ticklish assault.
“Okay! Okay!” You plead, holding on to Eddie’s wrists and looking deep into his eyes. He stills his hands, holding yours and dropping them into his lap. “I didn’t mean to say it Eddie, honestly.” Your voice stuttering as you whimpered. “It’s not a big deal. Seriously, I understand. You do that a lot with words, I’ve seen it. You’re okay. It’s okay. We’re okay.” A mischievous smile spreads over his face when he sees you let go of the breath you’ve been holding for the entire moment. Sighing, you let yourself smile, feeling safe knowing that Eddie doesn’t judge you.
“There’s that smile. Gotta hear that laugh too, you know, for daddy?” He teases before jumping on top of you and tickling you again.
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random thought but i just know frat!mig would be a good listener when it comes to tea. so write something about that ??? i love you sm babes💋
you’re so right!! this baby? he’s secretly a gossiper🤭🤭
frat!miguel is the type to know jackshit about your business with your friends. but everytime you spill some dirty tea to him…. he now has beef with a girl named Kiara
“So she blamed it on him?!”
“Yes! Can you believe her?!”
“Absolutely not!”
“Such a selfish bitch”
“Ugh. The worst!” Miguel groans. “So what did he do next then? He did something right?!”
A sigh blows past your lips. “Nope. Not a thing. He didn’t want to”
“Damn. Is he that defeated?” He asks, looking over at you as a sigh blows past your lips. “I know men are stupid but i don’t think we’re that stupid”
“I know!” You exclaim. “He deserves so much better than that crazy ass manipulator but—He told me that it’s probably for the best.”
Miguel frown yet eyes widen before sitting up straight in quick motion, earning a weird look from you.
“The best? Yo, no puedo creerlo—“ He rubs his face up and down in frustrations. “We gotta save him, muñeca”
“Save him?”
“Yes! Save him! That man needs us! We should contact him or something. Ask him out to get milkshakes with us or-or, do you go to the same class with him?”
“Okay, Miggy listen—I appreciate you trying to become someone else’s therapist but we need to butt out. It’s not our business” You chuckle, kissing his temple. “I must say—this really did get you worked up, huh?”
“Um yeah! Very much so! Imagined if it was Glen or Carlos”
You gasp loudly. “Oh i would murder a hoe”
“Exactly!”
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hey! i’m so glad to finally find someone that writes for insomniac harry osborn :,3 i’m not sure if you do headcanons but if you could you make dating ones? up until he turns into venom? if not it’s totally fine <3 thanks!
I hope I did ok!
Harry Osborn Dating Headcanons
- Man’s rolling in money so you’re going to get spoiled, be prepared, this is not a warning, this is a threat
- DO NOT look at something to long or he will buy it for you
- Even if you say not to, he's still going to buy you everything you looked at
- Expect random singing outburst (dude was in Glee Club in highschool) and lots of duets between you and him
- Expect overly romantic nicknames based on things he loves about you like “Songbird” cause he loves your voice or “Tulip” cause he thinks that's what your lips look like.
- 100% make sure you are always taken care of
- If he sees you budgeting out your money he’s going to ask why as he never experienced that.
- “Hey Songbird? What is that?”
- “Uh, my budget for this month? Gotta make sure I have enough to pay rent and get groceries, things like that.” You say. He then points out a note to yourself that you set aside a little money each month to make sure you can buy him Holiday and Birthday gifts. You smile and tell him of course you would do that because he’s special to you. The next day, strangely your building manager handed back your rent for the month and said a generous donor paid your rent until the next year. Your mouth dropped to the ground and immediately called Harry knowing he did it. Though he would continuously deny it to this day.
- CUDDLES
- Get ready to cuddle because Harry is not letting you go once you guys are in a comfortable position.
- Have to pee? Hold it. (Don’t really though, you’ll possibly get a UTI)
- If it’s a bad pain day he’ll be more inclined to cuddle. He swears you take the pain away immediately. On those days you make him anything he wants, puts on calming music, make him tea, make sure he takes his meds and gets him anything else he needs for the pain.
- He continuously apologizes when he’s not feeling good and you always make sure he knows you're always going to be there for him. (Dude needs a lot of reassurance)
- “What’s the line? Through sickness and in health?” You say one day.
- “Are we married now?” Harry asks, huffing out a weakened laugh.
- “You know what I mean.”
- His father wouldn’t trust you at first thinking you were just someone who wants his son’s money, not him. But he isn’t a problem after he catches Harry asleep on you one day when it’s a bad pain day. You both were sitting on the couch watching the News, Harry’s head was in your lap and before you knew it he was asleep. His father walked in shortly after and saw you running your fingers through his son’s hair as he slept. As he stood there he noticed that every 10 minutes or so you’d grab his wrist at this pulse point and clock it with your watch and for the first time in his life, Norman Osborn was speechless. He was never bothered by you after that.
- Harry noticed the sudden change and asked about it. His father took a little bit to wear down but once he spilled what he had seen, Harry pulled you into a huge hug when you saw eachother again.
- “You ok?” You asked, laughing.
- “Yeah. I’m good.” Harry mumbled. You never ask why he sometimes gives you extra hugs or kisses but this one felt different.
- Sleeping together is quite an experience. Harry is a bed hog and mostly stays attached to you all night as if you're going to disappear.
- He says you mumbled in your sleep but you never believed him until he recorded you one night. Your face turned red when you saw he asked you if he was the hottest guy you’ve been with and your response was, “I haven’t been with anyone I’m a virgin.”
-“That’s something I never knew about you.” He smirked
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The Bargain 5
Masterlist
Warnings: financial stress and abuse, coercion, noncon, and some possible unmentioned triggers.
Character: Nick Fowler
Summary: You realise you don't know Nick anymore.
Note: Chapter ended up a bit longer than intended but not much.
As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3
You kneel on the floor, gathering up the spilled jewelry back into the case. The stickiness dries on your thighs as you work at clearing the mess. You put the box back on the vanity and gather up the small bottles and vials all around.
As you reach for the displaced packet of pills, Nick bends to take it first. He stands and gives a curious tilt of his head. You watch him as you sit back on your heels.
“You don’t need these,” he says as he crushes it in his fist.
“What? Nick those are–”
“I know what they are. It’s bad for you. Fucks with your hormones.”
“But—”
“But?” He challenges as he stands over you, his trousers replaced only with a loose pair of boxers, “we’re getting married, baby. It could happen now or then. Doesn’t matter either way, does it?”
“That… that wasn’t part of the deal–”
“What do you think the deal is, angel? If you’re gonna be my wife, you’re going to fulfill your wifely duties. Completely,” he snarls, “I can be a nice husband. A great husband. So why don’t you put on a smile,” he bends and touches your cheek, “clean this up, and get to bed.”
You turn your face down and issue a wispy, ‘yes, Nick.’
You go back to your work, lining up everything as it was before. You get up and straighten the mirror as it tilts on its frame from your frantic grasp. You look at yourself in the mirror, you see the defeat glisten at the corner of your eyes. You look almost gaunt, like a ghost of yourself.
You know Nick will take everything from you if you let him. It’s an icy epiphany that makes you shiver. You glance behind you as he stands by the bed. He shoves down his boxers and looks down his hard stomach, gripping his length as he pumps it.
“Hurry up, honey,” he taunts as he steps out of his boxers.
Your eyes pinpoint back to your reflection. You drift off into a memory. Of the Nick you used to know.
“It’s fine, I got it,” you wave him off as you tap your card on the machine, “you’ll get me next time, right?”
“I swear, I got money coming in,” Nick says as he accepts his drink from the barista, “I just… I gotta move some stuff around.”
“Really, it’s no biggie,” you smile and take your steaming tea latte, “that’s what friends do.”
“Friends,” he smirks crookedly, “yeah.”
He turns his back as his cheek twitches and he leads you to a table in the corner. You sit across from him, setting your cup down as you’re distracted by the strap of your purse. You replace your card inside and untangle yourself. You’re such a mess.
“So, basic training? Sounds intense,” you hug your hands around the warm comfort of your cup. “A lot more than corporate oversight. I can’t tell you how boring this internship is. And the printer… maybe you can show me how to land a punch so I can get it working.”
“Uh,” he scratches his throat and coughs. He looks into his cup and shrugs, “you know, it’s really not that bad.”
“Made any work friends? That guy I started with, Cole, he’s a bit slow on the uptake so far. He invited half the office to some karaoke party,” you shake your head, “a bit old for an internship if you ask me. And karaoke.”
“Huh,” Nick snorts, “weird. No, I guess, there’s a girl, Mace. She’s… tough.”
“Ooo, Mace, sounds sexy. Are agents allowed to date–”
“Date– no. I’m not… not looking,” he huffs and looks out the window, “not into her.”
“Oh, but you like someone?” You prompt, “is it your neighbour? She’s hot.”
“She’s obnoxious,” he scowls at the street. You watch the stone in his eye and the tick in his jaw. “It’s nothing. It’s stupid. She’s obviously not interested.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. Maybe if you told her… that’s how I got Curtis. Once I got over all my dumb fear.”
He looks at you. The tension leaves his face and his lips curve just a little. He shakes his head and pulls back, pushing his shoulders wide.
“Like I said, never gonna happen.”
#nick fowler#dark nick fowler#dark!nick fowler#nick fowler x reader#the 355#drabble#series#the bargain
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Pixel.
..... but what if the HSR men proposed?
Luocha, Sampo, Welt, and Geppie 💕💕💕
Oooh, what if~?
-Honkai Star rail men proposals Pt 2-
Luocha: Luocha is prepared for this moment. He’s acquired a beautiful ring, through his merchant contacts, and he’s practiced in his head what he’s going to say. He doesn’t know how you’re going to react, but he knows he has to ask you.
He’s invited you to tea, and he’s just slightly fidgety today, occasionally running his fingers through his hair, drumming his fingers on the table, tapping his foot.
He’s anxious. He didn’t think he’d get anxious but now he was HERE and all the pieces were falling into place but he had to put in some effort and soon.
“Luocha? Are you alright?” you ask. You were noticing something was off with him…
“I’m fine, my dear, I’m just…thinking…”
You tilt your head at him, prompting him to tell you what’s on his mind.
“Thinking about what?” you ask with your soft, concerned voice.
“I guess I’m thinking about you…” he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small box, telling you the historical journey the small ring in the box had taken before it arrived in his hand. “It’s an old ring, but quite ornate, and the ultimate symbol of devotion a man can give to someone…I want you to have it. Consider it a gift from me to you.”
“Luocha…” you breathe, watching him open the box, revealing the beautiful little ring to you.
“I guess what I’m asking you is…y/n…will you marry me?” You cover your mouth with your hands, feeling tears forming at your eyes.
“Yes…yes I will marry you…”
A look of joy crossed his face.
“Thank you, my dear…do you wish to try it on?”
And you cry and nod and offer him your left hand, and he quickly slides the beatiful ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly, and you admire it on your finger for a second before returning your attention to Luocha.
“I’m so excited, Luocha…” you say quietly, holding your fingers over the ring, tracing the cool material.
“Me too, more excited than I can even express,” he smiles, and he leans over the counter and kisses you once, deep and passionate, nearly spilling the tea all over the table.
Sampo Koski: You were Very upset with him. Currently, you were running from the Silvermane guards, because he had tricked you AGAIN into another scheme that put the both of you on the other side of the law Once More. He was gripping your wrist, tightly, dragging you through the streets and back alleys, looking for a spot to pause for just a second.
“Sorry baby,” he smirks in his usual, playful manner, as if you weren’t being chased. “I really didn’t mean to drag you into another mess with the guards, Honest.” You had a nasty feeling he was lying through his teeth.
He looks nervous. You can hear the guards looking for the two of you.
“Look…this situation is…actually pretty bad, and I’m not saying that just to worry you, I’m just being honest with you again…”
He didn’t mean for things to happen this way. But at the rate things were proceeding at, the two of you might actually be caught.
“Sampo,” you groan out. “This is all your fault…”
“I know, I know, but hear me out! If we don’t make it out of this in one piece, I’ve gotta know-”
“Know what?” you huff, but you sense he’s being serious and genuine right now.
“I’m getting there…y/n…if the guards catch us, and even if they don’t, I must ask-” he pulls out a little black box from his pocket, kneels, opens the case, revealing a beautiful ring. “Will you marry me? I don’t mean to rush you but we’re kinda pressed on time, baby…”
“Sampo!” you shout, and he looks at you sheepishly. “Oh, you have terrible timing!”
He shrugs. “I know, but that’s what you like about me, isn’t it?”
It’s true. It is what you like about him.
“Yes, Sampo, I’ll marry you…but what made you ask now?!”
“Because we’re in trouble!” he reiterates, and you hear the guards turn the corner, they shout at you to HALT and the next second you’re coughing up smoke from one of Sampo’s smoke bombs and he’s dragging you again through the streets.
You can’t fight the lovestruck smile on your face though. Your fiancé was trouble. Big trouble. But, oh, did you love him.
Welt Yang: You don’t know how he did it, but somehow, he had cleared out the Astral Express so the two of you could have a romantic evening in. First was a delicious, romantic candlelit dinner, then the two of you watched the stars, and he pointed out constellations for you and described them in detail, telling you fascinating stories, and now the two of you were dancing in the parlor car, the lights low, the phonograph playing a slow, romantic song.
“You’re spoiling me, Welt,” you chuckle as he spins you slowly, carefully, deliberately.
“What nonsense,” Welt smiles. “I’m only being selfish.” Keeping you all to himself this evening…even though each and every member of the crew had some use for you tonight. Truthfully you could use the break, and Welt was just on time.
He could just Tell that you had been feeling a little burnt out lately, so he pulled some strings and now…here you were…dancing with the love of your life, aboard the Astral Express…
You and Welt had been dating for years now. Truthfully, deep down, you were wondering if you’d ever be married. And he had been thinking about it lately too.
You’ve been so patient with him. He decided that it was time. Time for you to stop waiting on him…
“I have something important to talk to you about, actually, y/n…”
“Yes, Welt?” the two of you stop dancing, and you’re looking at him seriously. His hand is still on your waist, and yours are still on his shoulders.
Oh. Now that it was happening, he was nervous.
“I…know that you’ve been waiting quite some time for this moment…and for the fact that it took so long, I must apologize,” he says, reaching into his coat, and pulling out a small, silver box.
“This is for you. I’m sure you recognize what it is.” And your eyes…they light up in that special way he always loved. “Y/n l/n…will you marry me?” he asks, getting down on one knee and holding the ring out to you. “Know that I will always love you. No matter the decision. If you want to wait a little longer I understa-”
“Yes, Welt I will marry you!” the thought of waiting any longer actually scared you now that this was happening. He stands up, the two of you embrace, it’s all so…natural, holding him in your arms…smelling his cologne as you hug him…it’s all so…right.
Gepard Landau: (so tempted to call him Geppie haha) Gepard is NERVOUS. He’s never been this nervous in his life before. He’s made you a flower bouquet, out of flowers he’s raised himself, which was already special enough, but now he was leading you to the spot where he first said “I love you”. Maybe he was a hopeless romantic, Serval had called it cheesy, but this was the best idea he had.
It was the spot in front of the fountain, it had been the best spot he could think of to say it, and it had worked well enough then, maybe it will work well enough now.
The two of you were strolling by the fountain together, and the way you looked over at it fondly was a good sign in his book.
“You’re tense, Geppie…” you remark. He’s gripping your hand tightly. A little too tightly.
“Ah, sorry,” he loosens his grip, just a tiny bit. “I guess I’m just…lost in thought.”
You snap your fingers playfully. “Come back to me then,” you smile, and he can’t help but smile back at you.
“But seriously…” Gepard says, releasing your hand. You’re holding his bouquet with your free hand, and now you’re clutching the bouquet to your chest.
“Gepard?” you ask, concerned. He was always a serious man, but today he felt extra serious.
Proposing in public. He never thought he’d be one to do something like that, but the fountain was the place, and it had to be here.
He takes a deep breath, clears his throat, gets down on one knee, and pulls out a small box from his pocket. He is stiff and serious and awkward and so cute. “Y/n L/n, I cannot deny that I have been in love with you for a long while now,” He’s so nervous, he’s practically trembling, it takes all your strength to not drop the precious bouquet as tears form in your eyes. “And because of this, I have come to the conclusion that it’s time for me to ask. Would you do me the greatest honor…and marry me?”
And of course you scream out “yes!” and wrap your arms around him when he stands back up, careful not to ruin your beautiful bouquet. “Yes Gepard! I will marry you!”
He buries his face into your shoulder, and his cheeks are a little bit damp from a few stray tears running down his face.
“Thank you…thank you, y/n,” he’s saying. “You have truly made me a happy man…”
“I love you, Gepard,” you cry, and he squeezes you tightly. Tight enough that if you weren’t used to the Captain’s strong grip, it might’ve hurt.
“I love you too…”
And the two of you remain in front of that fountain, wrapped in your own little world, excitedly chattering about your future wedding, who you were going to invite, and what the cake was going to look like. He wasn’t Captain Landau of the Silvermane guards at this moment.
He was just Gepard Landau, lovestruck, and so, so eager to get married.
Author’s note: hmmm not crazy proud of Gepard’s bit, might rewrite it later…
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Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Menstrual Comfort
Image drawn by me, specifically for this fic ♡ if you like this fic feel free to send a request or let me know if you want more
Synopsis; Eddie breaks into your apartment to help you with your period symptoms. Fluffy and wholesome, no sexual interaction.
Reminder: Eddie wants you to part take in self care ♡
You look at the time on your phone and groan. 1pm and you’re still exhausted, awoken by the gnawing pain in your lower stomach. You pout as you grasp at the bed sheets, pulling them up to your chin, cuddling into them.
You hated being unwell and taking any time off of any kind of productivity, but your body ached to stay in bed today. Blinking in the morning sun rays through the curtains, you mumble profanities. In a sleepy haze you notice a glass of water with ice cubes still floating on the surface. Sitting up quickly you wonder if someone broke into your apartment.
“Relax sleepyhead” a deep soothing voice chimes from your bedroom door frame “cursing out the sun now?” He smiles playfully.
“And my ovaries” you comment, picking up the glass of water gently into your hands. It was so fresh and cold that the water condensed on the outside, dripping a little onto your bed sheets. You didn’t care though, your parched mouth and chapped lips eagerly sipping.
Eddie makes his way over from your door frame, holding your favorite pink octopus mug. He wears his normal Hellfire tee with dark ripped jeans, decked out with his accessories. His metal rings make a quiet dink against the ceramic mug as he readjusts his grip upon the steaming beverage, stepping carefully as to not spill it.
“How did you get in?” You ask sitting back against your pillow. Since the last time Eddie broke in you were making sure to close and lock the windows, lest any thieves get the same idea.
“Smashed in the window in your door and reached in to unlock it” you rolled your eyes but you welcomed his humor.
“I found the spare key by the plant on the porch” he admitted, holding the mug down to you.
"Gotta find a new hiding place for it" you replying hold out your hands carefully accepting the beverage. The mug was filled with steaming yellow liquid and had a peppery sweet aroma.
“What’s this?” You ask.
“You texted me in the middle of the night you were having bad camps” he says sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you with warm brown eyes that have an edge of concern. “I came by to make sure you were ok since I didn’t hear from you this morning.”
He moves a hand to your leg, squeezing it slightly and the gesture sent tingles through your body. He went all this way here to make sure you were okay?
You take a sip of the hot liquid, letting the warmth spread down your body. Ginger with lemons, you note.
“How did you know that it was good for cramps…?” You ask and Eddie looks at the ground shyly.
“I, uh, saw a bunch of tea in your cupboards” he says embarrassed. “I googled what’s good for cramps” he mumbles afterwards, looking away.
You can’t help but smile at his effort, this man worked so damn hard to make you happy. You wondered how in fact he could be real despite sitting right in front of you. You’re interrupted by the curdling pain of your stomach and excuse yourself.
“I, uh, bathroom” you mumble shyly.
He nods and reluctantly moves his hand off your leg, moving out of the way so you could stand. You immediately miss the warmth of his body, but quickly make your way to the bathroom so you could be back sooner.
Once you’re back you notice your bed is made but with the sheets pulled back for you to hop back into. Not only that but there's a glass of orange juice on the table, with a container of Midol and a breakfast sandwich from your favorite take out place. You waste no time sitting on the bed and taking a bite out of your breakfast. You wonder where Eddie went and the sound of water running in the tub answers your question.
He re-emerges not long after you hear the water stop running “I hope you like it, I stopped by for food the way here. I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I got you what you had the last time we went.”
You think back to the lovely Saturday morning date you had with him, the same day he made it in through a window the first time. Him pulling open the curtains while you groaned at him, not wanting to get up. The sky was blue and the sun was shining, he coaxed you up and out of bed with promises of a yummy breakfast. The spring morning smelled of fresh melting snow as you sat together outside the restaurant. You refused to admit it to him but you enjoyed it, just watching people walk by on the cobblestone path while you ate in each others presence. Birds sang and people chattered while you laughed to yourselves about whatever goofy thing Eddie had come up with. Afterwards you ventured to the old record store Eddie loved, picking out a new one for you both to listen to.
You smile finishing up the last of your meal, snapping back to reality. “I love it” you reassure him “dare I ask what you were up to in the bathroom?” you smile.
He shrugs leaning against the door frame “I ran you a bath if you felt up to it” he folds his arms clearly nervous looking down, making your heart pound. “If not I mean I’ll take one” he laughs to diffuse his own nerves, playing his goofy voice up “bubbles and everything” he regains his courage to look at you. He was always shy to admit how much you meant to him, you thought it was quite adorable.
You go to his side giving him a large hug catching him off guard. Quickly though he hugs you back, running his thumb along your waist.
“Yeah, yeah” he murmurs, not wanting to accept praise.
“Thank you, really” you smile.
“Go take your bath before I do” he winks and you shake your head, smacking his butt before moving to your wardrobe.
You pick out fresh new pajamas and underwear and venture to the bathroom, pleased to see Eddie has lit a candle even. You leave the door unlocked and open just a crack but he sits on the floor outside to give you privacy.
Stripping down you let yourself sink into the bubble filled tub. The hot water swirls around your body, soothing the aches and cramps. You sigh, relaxing back taking in the scent of warm vanilla.
“You didn’t have to do all this for me” you speak, unsure if he’s still there.
“I know but you deserve it.” He pauses for a moment “I don’t like seeing you in pain” he whispers. You imagine him fumbling nervously with his rings as he usually does when he talks about his feelings, an action you've grown accustomed to and found endearing.
You smile, splashing the water slightly as you shift your weight.
“The world doesn’t deserve you” you murmur low enough for him to not hear.
“Did you want me to wash your hair?” He asks and you accept.
He walks in cracking his knuckles “hairdresser Eddie on duty, welcome to your spa day” he says while kneeling down by the tub to shampoo your hair.
“What experience do you have as a hairdresser, bathing a dog?” You ask while he lathers your hair, sending relaxing sensations over your body.
He laughs “I did actually. A neighbor's dog. This is a muuuch much better experience" his deep voice purrs over the word much to your delight.
“I can see why you’re a cat person” you say while he rinses the suds out of your hair.
“You know me, I’m more of a demon person” he scoops up some bubbles from the other end of the tub and attempts to make two horns on top of his hair with a matching beard.
You giggle, forgetting your bodily discomfort for even a moment while taking in the rest of the bubble bath. He graciously scrubs your back with a wash cloth and you joke around and splash until the water turns colder. You shoo him out so you can get dressed and dry your hair, feeling refreshed and recharged.
Returning to your bedroom, you’re pleased to see him waiting there in bed for you. On the bed also lies a hot water bottle looking full. Gladly you join him, snuggling close to his chest under the comfort of warm clean bed sheets.
“Your toes are freezing!” He stammers as you try to warm them against his.
“This is revenge for the hand incident” you think back to him using your breasts to warm his hands on a cold day, chasing you around your apartment with an evil grin. Begrudgingly he obliges this time, pulling you closer to him.
“You really didn’t have to do all this you know” you whisper as he turns the tv on, flipping to Netflix turning on your show. He holds the hot water bottle up to your lower stomach, nuzzling his face into your shoulder lovingly.
“I know” he kisses the top of your head “but I did because I want to and you deserve it. You deserve the whole world.”
#eddie x you#eddie x reader#eddie stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x fem!reader#comfort fic#fan fiction#fan fictions#fan fic#fan fics#menstrual comfort morning em
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“Cleo, I am requesting some help, and I believe your experience and expertise will be the most beneficial to my needs.” Joe said, landing neatly in front of Cleo at her base.
Cleo sighed. “For once in my life, I’d like if someone was just like ‘hey Cleo, i need this’ and like there aren’t ten thousand adjectives in the damn sentence. You know what I just got done doing? Translating a letter for Jevin. Why did it need to be translated, I hear you asking? Well, it was written in Latin, which he said I should understand as I am basically a corpse. So I translated it for him, free of charge I might add, and all it turned out to be was a death threat written by Jevin, but it took me four hours to figure out! Damn him!” Cleo took a deep breath to pull herself together. Joe just kind of looked at her expectantly. “What do you need, Joe?”
“I need to learn a skill that you are proficient at.” Joe said.
“What skill is that, Joe?” Cleo replied
“Being a hater.” Joe answered, making sure not to add extra adjectives.
“Wha- excuse me!” Cleo scoffed at him, affronted. “I am not- well, not all- okay, yeah, I’m a hater. Who are you trying to hate on, Joe? Spill the tea.” Joe opened his mouth, but Cleo interrupted him. “And you can use many adjectives, before you try to one-up me.”
Joe nodded. “So, You and Jevin have your rivalry, and I now have one of my own, someone I can actually beef with in the physical world on a daily basis, instead of some faceless corporation or social construct.”
“That’s fantastic, Joe.” Cleo said encouragingly. “Who is it? Is it Grian?”
“Close. It’s Grumbot.”
Cleo cackled. “Grumbot? Joe, you can’t be serious. You’re beef is with a robot? Actually, that tracks with your personality. For goodness sake, Joe, why on earth are you beefing with a robot?”
“He is cruel, Cleo!” Joe replied crossly. “He got us stuck in that empires place! And he broke my audio recording equipment! He gives people strange tasks to do.”
“You mean the content generator? That- never mind, you know what, I will always support you Joe, especially in your pettiest of battles, because it is all very funny to me.” Cleo said. “So, what kind of hating do you want to do? Pranks? Slander on social media? Doxxing? Death threats? Actual death?”
“We should start small.” Joe decided. “I want the crushing of Grumbot’s spirit to be slow and painful.”
“That’s nice, Joe.” Cleo said, not really paying attention. “Oh! I got it! The perfect petty hater move!”
Joe stood before Grumbot, arms crossed. “Hey, Grumbot!”
Grumbot was on, or at least there were a few buttons flashing, so Joe assumed he was on. Joe snuck a peek at his hand, where he’d written his notes from Cleo.
“You know that whole shtick you pulled with the rift? That is what the kids would call maidenless behavior! Ha! Get served!” Joe looked down at his hand. “Oh, I gotta dab, Cleo says the kids hate that. Uh, and dab!” Joe dabbed, and then flew off before Grumbot could react (as he was a robot, and not actually listening, he didn’t react at all, but Joe never found that out).
Joe 1, Grumbot 0.
Well, according to Joe, that is.
#December 6 2022#fic#hc9#joe hills#zombiecleo#Grumbot#listen read the description of Joe’s most recent video and you’ll get it
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SNOWED IN ! [ep. i] | first time
“eyes on a certain someone.. whats his name?”
a barista xu minghao x receptionist reader smau
‘welcome to first class resort’
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synopsis ; trying the cafe in the hotel you work at for the first time, you realize the baristas are quite literally as hot (maybe even more) then your friend had described. yet a certain barista in particular manages to pique your interest the most.
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“hi, i can help you over here?” one of the guys spoke from the counter, y/n not realizing someone was already waiting for her.
“oh hi, sorry. you guys have boba as a topping right?”
“yeah, we do. so, what would you like to drink?” he asked patiently as he finished setting up the ipad to put in your order.
“right. could i get a large caramel latte with boba? extra whip, light ice, and aloe.”
the guy rose a brow in surprise. “caramel latte with.. boba?” he asked for reassurance.
“yeah. sorry is that weird? cause if it is i could just do a strawberry milk tea-” “-no no not at all. just a bit taken aback. your total is ₩10,000.”
“thank you,” you spoke as he handed you your receipt which read ‘order number 32’.
“oh and what was your name again?” you quickly asked as he was about to hand the order to one of the other baristas.
“chwe hansol, but you can call me vernon.” he smiled. “do you, by any chance, work here? like at the hotel, not here here.”
“yeah, im assistant manager at the front desk. did my uniform give it away?” you chuckled.
“maybe. sorry, i gotta keep the line moving. have a good one though.” hansol smiled before handing the order over to the other barista behind him.
damn. and you thought hansol was cute. not that he wasnt, but this guy was really cute.
“woo, look at this shit.” the person who was responsible for making your order whispered. “who orders a caramel latte with boba??”
wonwoo turned around and saw you sitting in a corner on your phone, grimacing as he didn’t think you were actually serious about your order.
“its a receptionist thing, hao. you wouldnt get it.”
“im a barista not a clerk. and just cause you dated one for a few months doesn’t mean you have the experience of one.” minghao rolled his eyes before reaching over to grab a new cup.
as he got your drink started, you couldn’t help but notice how cute the black haired boy was. his facial features really were something you couldn’t take your eyes off of. you could tell he was experienced as he didn’t even need to read the recipes before pouring in all the right measurements.
he jerked his head backwards as he read the bottom for extra info not realizing he missed it earlier, “aloe? who the hell puts aloe in a caramel latte.”
“you seem really fixed on her drink preferences.” joshua murmured as he reached over minghao for a napkin to clean the spill he made after knocking over the chocolate sauce.
“its just weird. like yeah they’re all good by themselves but altogether? its like vanilla mixed with cotton candy.”
“vanilla goes with everything.”
“he thinks he’s an expert on tea ‘cause his cousin’s boyfriend made him the manager at a tea house in china.” seungcheol scoffed.
“whatever.”
minghao finished up your order and went to the desk to call out your number before he thought of something that really bothered him.
he grabbed a post it near the register, quickly scribbling down something before sticking it on your drink and calling for you.
“who ordered the latte with boba?” he called our halfmindedly as hansol handed him the next order, not realizing he unprofessionally forgot to call you by the order number instead.
“hi, that’d be me.” you spoke as you walked up to the counter quickly, putting on your customer service face so it isn’t so obvious you find him attractive.
you didn’t even notice how his face twisted as your black heels clicked against the wooden floorboards.
“yeah okay, have a good one or whatever.. yoon.. y/n?” he mumbled as he skimmed over your name tag.
“yeah thanks.” you smiled while grabbing a straw and some napkins from the organizer next to him, your hand briefly grazing his as he set your cup down.
“you’re a receptionist?” minghao asked, crossing his arms as he watched you take an experimental sip.
“yeah, why?”
“then how come i never see you here for lunch?”
“i go to the restaurant instead of the cafe. less crowded and i have more friends up there.”
“such as?” “why does it matter?”
“i cant ask my co worker who her friends are?”
“we are hardly that close.” you tilted your head in confusion.
“yeah whatever. and stop fake smiling when you’re not helping customers. it’s annoying.” he whispered into your ear before you got the chance to walk away.
you rolled your eyes in faux annoyance, trying to hide your excitement at the fact you just talked to a really cute guy.
‘he’s lowkey more attractive when he’s mad. its.. kinda hot?’ you thought to yourself before pulling out your phone to text soyeon.
note ; hear me out bc a caramel latte w boba is my favorite 😭😭
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baji keisuke — comfort stranger
baji isn’t one to usually stop by to check up on anyone that isn’t his friend or an animal. truth be told, when he heard the faint sniffles he thought it was an injured puppy.
but it wasn’t.
so there he stands now, awkwardly shifting in his place in front of this crying person that has definitely spotted his grayed worn out boots by now. meaning he can’t just make a run for it now. well he could, but then his conscience would nag at him and that’s a real pain. because it’s one thing to walk away from a blazing car with not an ounce of guilt, laughter cascading from his throat carelessly—to the point where he sounds almost like a maniac—, but this is a person. shaking and breathing erratically.
the blazing car is much preferred.
“oi,” he calls, not very in tune with his comforting side, “you uh- you good?”
his words come out so rough his own lips twitch with scrunched eyes and nose in a wince, hand practically begging to punch himself. what was that? “you good”? of course they’re not! they’re weeping, for fuck’s sake! stupidstupidstupidst-
“yeah, yeah, i’m sorry,” a couple hiccups interrupt the sentence, that already comes out in a raspy and croaky tone, from the bottom of their throat, “i didn’t think anyone would hear me here. uhm, you can leave, i’m good.”
they’re good. they said so themselves, so baji can leave now. he’s done his decent-human-being-duties. he’s leaving. they don’t want company; they are obviously embarrassed someone has found them crying. i mean look at those blushy cheeks, not to mention the eyes. chifuyu gets like that when i find his mangas. right, he isn’t any good at comforting anyone anyways. words get caught up in his throat, or the stammer comes out, and he can’t just hit this person in the back and laugh at whatever has them crying.
nothing he can do for them. a stranger. no relation to them whatsoever, even less of a debt or commitment.
so why the hell is he going back?
before he knows it, his feet have led him to the store, he’s gotten some dorayakis—those make mikey feel good, so they should work—and his dirty boots are in front of the bushes again. to his luck (or not, he doesn’t even know what he’s doing), they’re still there. their cries are quieter, almost a silent whine, but their chest still heaves up and down.
“hi,” he greets, albeit grudgingly. an amused smirk forms in his lips when they jump and look at him like a deer in the headlights, fangs on full display, “i don’t know why i’m back, don’t ask,” he groans, taking a seat criss crossed in front of them, “but i bought food. a friend of mine really likes these, they can get him from 0 to 100 with one bite. and food solves all problems.”
their eyes watch him, curiosity swirling inside. this stranger just saw them crying and brought them food. maybe there is hope for humanity.
bro, you chose the wrong person to think that about, but anyways.
a dorayaki later, silence is still engulfing them, but neither seem to mind, both in their own little world.
“so why were you crying?” he’s nosey, okay? emma hasn’t had tea to spill fora while, so he’s looking for his own.
“it’s pathetic,” they brush off, their voice now much clearer. baji enjoys it, it’s almost like a ray of sunshine sneaking from behind rainy clouds—a shy, dim one, but one, nonetheless.
“come on, i got you these fishies. you gotta tell me all your secrets now,” he teases, and there’s something about his scrunched nose and a raspy voice that elicits a small laugh from them.
“you promise not to laugh?” they arch a brow, “i will kill you if you do,” it’s baji’s turn to laugh heartily at the empty threat.
“delinquent’s honor,” he grins, displaying his canines again with a hand over his left chest.
“i finished my book and the ending made me cry,” they scoff a silent laugh at themselves, “it wasn’t even sad.”
“a book. why would you cry over a book?”
simple minded fool, never in tune with his emotions, of course he doesn’t understand. but that’s okay. they don’t mind, ‘cause they’ve found this dummy interesting, even if he doesn’t understand the power words hold, the pleasure a good book gives someone as they immerse into the story, a journey of emotions as you read on.
baji is glad they find him interesting enough to get him pop tarts another day, shying away from his smug stare while they wait for him to get to the bottom of his apartment building’s stairs. he finds them curious. a weird little creature he wants to study, search for answers to the questions he has about them. none of them have answers yet, but he doesn’t seem to mind. it’s entertaining to seek for them.
he's glad he didn’t make a run for it. turns out, the blazing car wasn’t preferred after all.
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eren blurb
i’m sitting outside, drinking tea right now and it’s so beautiful out. and i can’t help but think about how nice it would be to share this moment with someone, and you guys know i’m a day one eren girl so ofc i’m gonna write about him.
hopefully this helps with the intense writer’s block i’ve been having!
you heard the back door open, the squeak of the hinges making you sit up slightly from your leaning position to turn your head and see who was coming outside.
you saw eren’s tall figure coming through the doorway, two cups of tea in hand. “made you lavender chamomile,” he said softly, sitting down beside you and stretching his legs out on the chaise section of the outside couch.
“thanks, ren,” you said softly, grabbing the tea cup from his hands before turning back to your laptop screen that was sitting on the couch in front of you.
you blew softly on the tea cup, holding it close to your face as you stared at your laptop screen. you took a sip, sighing softly at the lack of creativity stemming from your current state.
“nothing coming out?” eren asked softly, your reply being a soft shake of your head.
“s’okay,” he reassured you, “c’mere,” he said reaching for the hand that wasn’t holding your tea cup.
“ren, i really gotta write,” you whined softly, “no c’mon c’mere,” eren said smiling sweetly at you. “gonna make me spill my tea!” you laughed softly, setting it down on the table before letting eren pull you in between his legs.
“work will be there in a little, jus lay back,” he cooed, rubbing softly at your thigh. you let out a soft breath, letting your head fall back onto eren’s chest. “m gonna make some gnocchi later if that sounds good to you,” eren offered, the proposition making you hum happily.
“gnocchi it is then,” eren laughed softly. “i love you, angel,” he said gently, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.
“i love you, ren.”
so when is it my turn to be happy? yeah.
thank you for reading, much love<3
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Proud of My Wife
A First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Liked by y/ninsta, saweetie, theestallion, sza, urbanwyatt, and 3,987,632 others
jackharlow: so proud of my wife y/ninsta. my baby out here killin it ❤️😍
y/ninsta: all because you and PG believed in me more than I believed in myself 🥺
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thestallion: young bachelor what's a wife my ass 🙄
jackharlow: theestallion it went with the flow of the song!
saweetie: look at my bestie out here looking like a whole meal in these streets! you look so gorgeous mamas 😍
dualipa: she sure does 😍
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dualipa: jackharlow you are such a hater 🙄
normani: we need an update on what the parents said about yall BEING MARRIED FOR FIVE YEARS AND TELLING NO ONE
y/ninsta: normani got damn you ain't gotta yell sis. everyone knows now because of urbanwyatt's dumbass
urbanwyatt: y/ninsta can I have my weed back now?! I learned my lesson 😐
y/ninsta: urbanwyatt no
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y/ninsta: urbanwyatt in my bra
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y/ninsta: druski2funny so you can have a stroke? No thanks, don't need that on my conscience
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y/ninsta: I thought Maggie was going to kill jackharlow tho 🙃
sza: why!?!
y/ninsta: she just wanted to be there when we did it, that's all. She literally said when we were 16 that she knew we would be married one day.
jackharlow: and she was completely right 😌
jackandy/naremyparents: did yall find the rings after urbanwyatt lost them?
jackharlow: it took about twenty minutes but yes
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jackharlow: saweetie anything my baby wants she gets
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jackharlow: y/ninsta I know your dumbass didn't just say that. You getting a pet fish.
sza: damn you can't even get her a dog jackharlow?
jackharlow: sza she can barely keep herself alive so how in the world is she going to care for a tiger or a dog? Do I look like tiger king to yall?
y/ninsta: Carole Baskin, killed her husband, WHACKED HIM!
jackharlow: y/ninsta I'm taking you to the zoo and that's it
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jackharlow: y/ninsta CHEAP? I JUST BOUGHT US A YACHT
y/ninsta: jackharlow it doesn't look big enough and besides if I don't lather you up in sunscreen you'll end up being burnt so you can't be outside on it for a long time anyway
jackharlow: y/ninsta what I gotta be outside for when I'm deep in your guts down below?
sza: well shit
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urbanwyatt: if someone even looks at y/ninsta for too long jackharlow is ready to strangle them. I'll pass.
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Whumptober day fourteen!
Sky gets pneumonia. Wind’s there to help out.
934 words.
Warnings for illness, near drowning, and (kind of) vomiting. More coughing stuff up but thought I’d mention it. Let me know if there should be more!
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Swim.
Swim.
Swim.
His arms slice through the water, legs kicking despite the exhaustion threatening to pull him under.
Just. Keep. Swimming.
His muscles ache and scream and protest each movement.
His head slips under.
He thrashes frantically, getting back up, gasping for air and swallowing a bunch of water, coughing and spitting, inhaling a bunch more, head slipping back under-
He’s yanked back up, someone grabbing his arm. “Sky! Hey, Sky, it’s ok, I’ve got you now, just- just hang on, yeah? I’ll get us to land!”
Wind.
The sailor.
He clings desperately to the kid as he coughs, chest burning.
Halfheartedly kicks his legs as Wind leads them somewhere, the water getting shallower and shallower- and they’re on land.
He flops down, exhausted, coughs rattling his chest and water spilling out of his mouth.
Wind rubs his back, murmuring softly as he hacks.
“Cough it up, Sky, you’re ok.” The sailor says softly.
When he finally calms, the sailor’s looking at him with concern in those wide blue eyes.
He lays back on the ground. “ ‘m ok. J’st tired.” He manages, shivering slightly in the breeze.
Wind nods nervously, sitting next to him.
“Ok… take it easy, can you… sit up?” Wind asks, and he drags himself to sit up.
Groans, chest burning, but he manages.
“Ok. Sorry, I know you’re tired, but… I don’t think you should sleep yet. I’ll start on a fire, I have a towel in my bag if you want to dry off.”
He nods as Wind goes to get wood, scooting slowly to find the sailor’s bag and pull the towel out.
Takes his sailcloth off, laying it out so it can dry, takes his tunic off, then his chainmail, and the layers underneath, then wraps the towel around his shoulders.
Wind returns quickly, getting a fire going with ease and offering him a hesitant smile.
He manages one back.
Wind sits next to him.
“You should-”
“Sky-”
They both stop.
“Sorry. You go.” He says. Wind nods.
“You… if you have any sort of trouble breathing, wheezing, lightheadedness or dizziness, confusion, or just… an uncontrollable cough, you need to tell me. Right away. We should also watch for pneumonia…”
But the sailor trails off. “We can… yeah. Just… let me know. Ok?”
He nods. “Aye aye, captain.”
The sailor smiles at that, even as he shakes his head.
“What were you gonna say?”
“You should change your clothes. Get dry. Can’t have you getting sick.” He says, and Wind nods.
The sailor changes, moving their clothes closer to the fire so they dry.
They settle in for the night, Wind telling him to rest, which he does easily.
He’s exhausted.
But when he wakes up in the morning, he feels awful. Like he’d been run over by a horse.
Body aching, heart racing, sweating even while he shivers, short of breath.
“Wind.” He manages to croak, sure he’s dying.
“Shh… I’m right here, take it easy. You’re sick.” Wind’s voice says gently, a hand pulling a blanket over him.
“Can’t- breathe.” He chokes, hand grasping Wind’s.
“Ok… ok, let’s sit up… careful, now. There, that any better?”
He manages a weak nod, the ache in his chest fading to a much more manageable level.
“I see this a lot in people who almost drowned… fluid got in your lungs, causing them to become infected. You’ll need some good medicine…”
He gives a weak cough, spitting out a bunch of phlegm he’d hacked up.
Wind grimaces.
“I’ll make some tea. We gotta get all that out… tea will help loosen all that gunk. Don’t swallow anything you cough up, ok? Spit it out.”
He nods slowly, slowly scooting over to a large rock and leaning against it.
Let’s his eyes droop shut- he’s still exhausted.
It’s too warm and humid for him to be able to doze off again, though.
And Wind nudges him after a short while, pushing a mug of tea into his hands. “Drink this, it’ll help. You hungry at all? Want to try to eat?”
He shakes his head, taking a slow sip.
Wind sits next to him, arm around him gently.
As promised, the tea really loosens his chest up. The tight feeling fades, though he coughs up all sorts of gunk and stuff that’s really gross.
Wind seems to like that, though. “Good, this is good… I mean, I know it’s gross, but it’s good! Clearing the airways.” The sailor says.
“What’s the diagnosis, Doc?” He manages, leaning back again with a small groan.
“Aspiration pneumonia.” Wind says, and he blinks.
“Never heard of it.” He groans. “Is that just pneumonia? But… special?”
Wind laughs. “Sure, Sky. You can sleep, if you want.”
“Mm… too warm.” He mumbles, though his eyes are closing. “You mentioned… needing… medicine?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Sky, don’t worry about it, I contacted Wild, they’ll find something for you. You just rest, ok? Stay hydrated, rest… you’ll be just fine.”
He manages a weak nod, giving a weak breath. The more shit he coughed up, the easier it became to breathe.
“They’ll find something… I’m pretty sure this is my Hyrule, so they’ll find medicine for you.”
His head leans on Wind’s shoulder, groaning softly.
Wind winces under him.
“I know, sorry, Sky. They’ll get you something. You’ll feel much better soon, ok? Promise. Just rest for now. They’ll be here when you wake up. Then you can take your medicine, and you’ll feel much better.”
He gives a weak nod, Wind’s arm slowly wrapping around him. Rubs his back gently as he slowly drifts into sleep.
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