#I hope whatever game you're playing now is better than the last
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heya!! i was wondering if you could write a poly!marauders x reader where r stopped smoking..? i’m 6 months clean from smoking nicotine and i haven’t told anyone (you’re the first!! lmao) just incase i break from a stressful day and so i don’t disappoint!! could you maybe write that into the drabble or whatever you do..? tysm if you do, and if you don’t then no worries!!
i love you mae and make sure to take care of yourself and keep being you!!!!
thanks for requesting gorgeous, i really hope you're doing well!! proud of you <3
cw: smoking, reader deals with addiction
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 936 words
Remus smells like cigarettes. He’s stopped smoking anywhere near you, but you’re sure if you look out the front door you’ll see the telltale smear of ash smashed into the sidewalk from where he’d stamped one out on the way in. The aroma brings longing and self-loathing, the former more potent than the latter, and you find yourself breathing in the fibers of his sweater for a whiff of it.
Remus doesn’t catch onto the true motivation for your proximity. He takes it for cuddling, adjusting his hold on his book so he can read with one hand while the other wraps around your shoulders, encouraging you closer to his side. Underneath the heady smell of lingering smoke he smells like himself, like cinnamon and oranges, and you try to focus on that as your better sense fogs over and your fingers start itching for a cig.
“Aha!” Sirius slaps his last card down on the table.
James blows out a flabbergasted breath, leaning back on his hands on the floor. They’re playing some kids’ card game Remus learned in primary school and unwisely taught them. At first you’d all gotten into it, but after Sirius nearly took your head off for forgetting the rules and playing with two hands (“Sorry, gorgeous, you know I don’t mean anything I say when I’m trying to win…and I could have won, couldn’t I? No, I’m just saying, it’s about the principle—”) you and Remus had bowed out. James and Sirius have retained their obsession for days, each keeping a scoreboard in their own heads that seems to hold them in favor.
“Angel?”
You look up, meeting James’ knowing gaze. “Hm?”
“He asked if you’re getting hungry for dinner,” Remus clues you in, toying with the ends of your hair.
“Oh, sorry. Um…” You think hard. One of the more irritating things about quitting smoking is that now your appetite never seems to fully die down. You’re ready for your next meal all day long, and so you actually have to think about whether it makes sense for you to have it. “I had some carrots just after I got home, so I could eat whenever you want to.”
“Alright…”
You take another deep inhale, telling yourself it’s because Remus smells nice and losing your grasp on self-control all the while.
“Are you tired?” Remus asks, and you don’t know how you didn’t notice it before, that extra bit of roughness that his voice takes on after he’s been smoking. You’re so envious you could die. “You seem distracted.”
“I’m good,” you murmur. Though perhaps it’d be better if you did take a nap or something. You’re beginning to feel twitchy. You take in a breath through your nose like you’ve been practicing, letting it out through your mouth.
“Ah.” Sirius scoots closer to you, laying his cheek on the couch cushion. “You want to have a piece of your gum, sweet thing?”
You look at him guiltily. Remus makes a soft sound of realization.
“You’re picking your nails,” Sirius explains, and you look down to see that you are. “I imagine that means you’re craving one.”
It’s simultaneously sweet and irksome that none of your boyfriends will even say the word cigarette around you anymore. They’re trying to be considerate, you know, but it feels like they think your self-control is so tenuous that just one word could shatter it. You don’t have the heart to tell them.
“Sorry,” you mumble, getting the pack of gum out of your pocket. Just the act of unwrapping a stick makes you feel instantly better. “I guess I was thinking I wouldn’t need it anymore.”
“Don’t be sorry,” James says lightly. “I don’t imagine it’s easy, sweetheart, you shouldn’t feel bad about using something to cope. It’s not like having gum hurts anything.”
You hum, then turn to Remus sheepishly. “I’m really sorry, do you think you might be able to change?” He looks confused. “Your sweater smells like cigarettes,” you explain.
James gasps as though scandalized and Remus swears, grabbing the neckline of his sweater and tugging it off. He tosses it into the hall.
“M’sorry, dove.” He takes your head between his hands, mushing a kiss into your hair. He’s now bare-chested, and you laugh at the dramatics, totally unexpected from him. “I didn’t realize. Is it better now?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
He drops another kiss on your head, remorseful. “Alright, I’ll go grab something else to wear,” he says, starting to stand. Both Sirius and James protest loudly.
“I think what you’re wearing now looks great,” says James.
“Yeah,” Sirius seconds, “stay in that.”
Remus looks down at his shirtless torso, raising an eyebrow at the other boys. You can see the amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Really?” he asks.
“Come on, it’s not like the fucking Pope’s coming over,” Sirius says, looking well below your boyfriend’s eyes with unabashed enthusiasm. “Tell him, gorgeous.”
Remus turns his gaze on you. You curl in on yourself slightly, shrugging your shoulders. “This is the best distraction I’ve had all day,” you say quietly, and James’ laughter booms off the walls.
“Fair enough.” Remus rolls his eyes, grinning as he sits back down on the couch beside you. You get comfy like you were against his side, now smelling only him. He drapes his arm across your back, settling a hand on your hip. “The lows I stoop to for you, hm?”
“If you’re not up to the task,” Sirius says, “just say the word. I’d be happy to take her off your hands.”
“Fuck off,” Remus says, and tugs you closer.
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Arguments
Summary: You and Leah get into a fight. Based on this request & thank you to the anon for giving me an idea about the fight.
Warnings: None?
A/N: I'm really sorry but the Barça x teen!reader fic, where Rs Dad died before the game might not be the next fic to come out, I will try and finish it however I am just really stuck on ideas for it, if you have any feel free to let me know.
You walk out into the living room, where the rest of the team is. It is team bonding night, which you were invited to even though you’re not part of the team anymore, as you're currently in London visiting Leah and your family, because you can’t play due to your ankle. However you weren’t going to team bonding night as it was one of your friend’s 18th birthday and as much as you missed the team you hadn’t spent time with your friends in ages, and it would be the first 18th you could attend, so of course you didn't pass up to opportunity to party with your friends. When you walked out into the room all eyes were on you, they all seemed honestly impressed, Katie even gave you a grin and a smirk, however your sister’s face showed her clear disapproval for your very not modest outfit. You had a loose black sequin v-neck halter top on, with a pair of denim shorts that were almost too small to be appropriate, and your hair was in a very slicked back high ponytail, with a pink feather scrunchie finishing it off.
“You can’t wear that.” Your sister scowled.
“Oh what, so you only care about how I look, how I’ll damage your reputation.” you sassed her back.
“What's that supposed to mean?” She asked in defence.
“Oh, stop pretending you don’t know what I mean. It’s not like you care about anything else I do…..so why do you care what I wear?”
“I can’t believe you’re giving me attitude right now,” you scoffed at her “honestly, I’m glad you’re at Barça now, at least now I don’t have to deal with you and your attitude.”
“See I knew you didn’t care that I was leaving, you weren’t sad, you were happy.”
“I just hope you don’t treat Alexia like this.” she said, almost waving you off.
“Sorry that we can’t all be as perfect as you, Leah ‘Captain of England’ Williamson. I’m honestly glad I’m at Barça too, it means I don’t have to deal with your judgement daily. And anyway, everyone knows you’re just jealous. Sorry but I can’t help it that I’m better than you.”
“That’s a fucking low blow.” She said as you started walking towards the front door, “Where do you think you’re going in that?”
“To the party, remember. The world doesn’t revolve around you like you think it does.” You snapped back at her before slamming the door behind you.
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You were waiting out the front, Leah said she would pick you up at 12:00 and with the fight you had you did not want ehr to be there before you were, to reduce the chances of you getting yelled at.
“Y/N/N,” you heard a familiar voice call out, it wasn’t Leah though, it was Beth. You walked over to her car.
“Where’s Leah?”
“Oh, she asked us to pick you up, you can stay the night if you want.”
“Fucking perfect sister my arse, yes please”
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You woke up to an elaborate breakfast spread on the table, but Beth and Viv weren’t in sight. Walking further out into the main room, you saw a very familiar figure sitting on the couch, it was your sister.
“What are you doing here? Where are Beth and Viv?”
“They’ve gone on a walk. Can we talk?”
“About what, oh let me guess, what I wore last night was inappropriate, my behaviour was inappropriate, I shouldn’t act like that. Blah, blah, blah. I get it whatever.”
“Y/N, sit, we need to talk, I need to talk to you, I need to say something to you” you rolled your eyes at her as you begrudgingly moved to the couch and sat down.
“I’m sorry about last night. It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t slightly jealous of you being at Barça, or of Alexia for getting to spend everyday with you. I miss you and I’m sorry, and I was wrong, but that doesn’t mean you should’ve acted how you did, you shouldn’t have snapped.”
“Yeah, okay, whatever” you said with a slight huff, hoping to push her off.
“What?” She replied to you clearly frustrated as she leant back into the couch crossing her arms.
“No one has thought to consider how I actually feel about it, I constantly get asked something surrounding whether I’m having fun at Barça, not how I am finding it, whether I’m coping or not. No one has stopped to think that maybe this is more pressure than I needed, no one has bothered to check that the pressure isn't getting to me. Everyone now expects me to be some sort of goal machine, they expect me to be on a level most experienced players aren’t, they expect me to be some sort of God.” You took deep shaky breath, feeling your lower eyelids droop from the weight of your building tears, before you continued “You haven’t, my own sister hasn’t even, thought about whether I’m coping mentally let alone asking me. You know not once has any single one of you checked in on how I am going with my eating, something you all single handley promised me, Sam has though. And yeah sure I’m having fun but you know how much pressure there is? To improve. To show the world, to show you, to show the national team, to show Arsenal that this was the right choice, to show Barça I was worth the money. I feel like I need to score to get your validity, I constantly feel like I have to show you I am a good player, show you it’s not just because I’m your little sister, and can be moulded into the next generation you. I have yet to show you, to make you believe I am a good player, I deserve it, I deserve it all and I don’t have your name, your name isn’t what is getting me through, its my name, our name, our family name. I constantly am trying to get your approval, I constantly try to not disappoint you but no matter what I do it doesnt work. It just makes you more ashamed of me, and makes you more disappointed with me.” At this point tears were streaming down your face, Leah moved over to sit next to you, pulling you into her lap for a hug.
“I’m so sorry bug, I know I haven't been the best sister, I am really really sorry.” She said as a few tears escaped her eyes.
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— PLEASE, DATE MY BROTHER : twisted wonderland
[synopsis] ortho decides to do something about idia's crush on you, taking the role of matchmaker
[extra] ortho reminds me of a minecraft torch. apparently, there’s one called soul torch that's blue? i haven’t played in a while. ALSO, I STILL HAVEN’T FINISHED BOOK 6 HELP ME I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE
-`♡´- What do you mean Idia's social anxiety, awkwardness, and his extensive knowledge of internet slang haven't captivated you yet?Come on, give Idia a chance, please.
-`♡´- Maybe it's the fact he's a robot and he can catch onto things faster than regular humans, but there can be no way you haven't connected the dots yet. Idia invites you to play video games and watch some new anime episodes in his room after classes. He's always talking about you, his hair turning slightly pink when you compliment him for anything he did, and he pays attention to every single word that comes out of your mouth. How hasn't anyone but Ortho noticed that Idia clearly likes you? He's starting to wonder if humans can be that dense or if it’s just you (not to be mean). Ortho isn't taking any of it. If his brother won't do anything to get closer to you romantically, he may as well do it himself in his stead.
-`♡´- Something about Ortho is that he's stubborn. When he decides to do something, he's motivated to do anything to achieve it. The Shroud brothers care deeply about each other; they would do anything for the other to be happy, which means Ortho won't give up. The idea of having you as part of the family makes it worth it. He can already imagine the future you and his brother could have together. Can he be something like a flower girl at your wedding? He hopes he can. But for now, he will have to focus on making you like his brother back first.
-`♡´- His first method is simple. It’s better to start with something small; that’s what his intensive research said. He starts mentioning Idia in every conversation where you're involved: talking about what he did the other day, about something funny he did, complimenting him, and flaunting all of Idia's new works. Ortho can finally use one of the 1,000 random features Idia implemented (Idia himself gets surprised when Ortho uses one because he had forgotten they were even there).
"Oh this? Big brother implemented this cool feature yesterday. My hair can now turn different colors and play music at the same time. Look, it´s like a disco ball!" And then his hair starts switching colors and playing music from Idia’s very specific music taste. He looks like that one disco tree in the Lorax movie.
This method was working, but then something happened. More specifically, Ace and Grim happened. They both got tired of this happening for a week non-stop and told him to talk about something else that wasn't his brother, which didn’t make Ortho very happy. They both went back and forth over the topic, with Ortho defending Idia and Ace getting annoyed over it. It only stopped when Crewel scolded them for talking in class.
-`♡´- Since the first one didn’t work, he had to change plans. The second method was to drag you to Ignihyde to play some games with him in his room. And surprise, Idia is there. Wow, who would have thought? He didn't invite him; he was just there. He CLEARLY didn’t know he would be there. Then final exams season started, and you had to stop coming by so you could study. Also, Idia was starting to get suspicious over what his little brother was up to and how you were always there when he got out of his room.
-`♡´- His last resort was to make the both of you have a date. A date that you both didn’t know was supposed to be a date. Asking you both to hang out with the excuse of wanting to see this new movie that came out, only for him to leave the second the two of you aren’t watching him. He’s so proud of himself too, ignoring your calls as you try to ask him where he is. He leaves you both to have quality time and talk about whatever you guys want.
-`♡´- Now that he has tried all he could do and everything that popped up in his mind, Ortho will ask you to meet him somewhere, where he will ask you how you feel about Idia. He says he will keep it a secret, and he will, but please tell him already; he’s dying to know.
If you do like Idia back, Ortho will cheer and congratulate himself silently for doing such a good job. He’s so happy all his efforts worked, and you and his brother can finally be together! He will even throw confetti (another random feature Idia doesn’t remember implementing) and rub his victory in the face of all the first years, especially Ace and Grim.
Now, if you don't like Idia back, Ortho will short-circuit. It's even worse if you already like someone else, because that makes it harder for him to change your mind. It's not like he will resent you if you don't like his older brother; you’re still his best friend and he's happy for you, but he will mourn for at least a year the fact you could have been part of his family. At the end, he understands you can't force love and that you have the right to be with whoever you want to be, so he will drop it.
Maybe the real ‘you dating Idia’ was the friends he made along the way? Or at least that's what Ortho is going to tell himself while trying to figure out how to make Idia’s heartbreak not hurt that much. Curiosity did kill the cat, huh?
#twisted wonderland#twst#idia shroud x reader#idia x reader#ortho shroud#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#idia shroud#ignihyde
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We Are Not Our Fathers, But I Am Yours
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Back by quite literal popular demand: It’s been a few months since you and Az have taken Hawthorne in, and now he has questions about what you guys are to him.
Warnings: I say bastard once. We talk about Azriel's lovely father and the rest of his family. oo I mention that Elain and Lucien had a weird relationship, but just saying "whatever they got going on"
Words: 2.8k
Part One
You're Reading Part Two!!(2)
“How is it, being a mother?” Feyre asked while watching Hawthorne play with little Nyx. The six-year-old, whilst bigger than the one-and-a-half-year-old, still knew to be gentle enough to play.
“It’s… nice, I mean I know I’m not his actual mother. But it’s weird, in the last couple of months I feel like I’d do anything to protect him, I mean honestly, I’d probably sacrifice Az to protect him.” I say, giving a chuckle towards the end.
“I know, Rhys and I said the same thing with Nyx. I mean you remember how Rhys was while I was pregnant, but the minute that little boy got here. It was game over for us both.” Feyre said smiling at the little boys.
We sat drinking our tea a little more watching them play in Elain’s garden before she turned to me again.
“I know that you guys are unofficially planning on moving to Windhaven once he’s eight, so he can be trained. Me and Rhys want you guys in his mother’s house. I know you will be back and forth but instead of getting your guys’ own place, just use it.”
I look at Feyre tears in my eyes from what she and Rhys are offering, then grab her hand, “Thank you guys, I’ll be sure to tell Az when we get home.”
“How is the spymaster doing with this… adjustment?” The High Lady asked a small glint in her eye.
I’d taken to the adjustment quite quickly, as I had already been playing caregiver before we had decided. Azriel was adjusting a little slower. I couldn’t tell if it was due to the lack of parental figures in his younger years, or because of how quickly it went from me and him, to me him and a child.
“He’s,” a quick pause, “Adjusting. It’s been slow, and he’s more awkward than usual. Hawthorne pretty quickly accepted that I was essentially a mother to him. But with Az, I don’t know. Hawthorne had a father who protected him for five years, and then we showed up and told him he wouldn’t see him again. He still calls him Azriel, or Azzie, or a variation of that. And whilst he hasn’t called me his mother it’s like it’s on the tip of his tongue.” I tell her honestly.
I mean we never truly expected him to see us as his parents, but it’s still weird having a child call you by name. Nothing with aunt or uncle in front of it or anything either.
“I think it’ll be okay. Hawthorne knows you both love him, and you both care for him and protect him. You get that and Azriel gets that. He couldn’t have two better parents.” Feyre tells me reassuringly. It seemed like she was going to add something else but then Hawthrone ran over, Nyx stumbling after him.
“Can we have cake now Aunty Feyre?” Hawthorne asked looking from his spot at her knees batty his dark eyelashes.
The child really could pass for our child if it came down to it. The same Illyrian features, hazel eyes, dark almost black hair, and golden skin. There have been times when we walked down the street after collecting him from the Velaris school that people had stopped and awed at how cute of a family we were. How our son was so cute and a carbon copy of his father.
Taking the smiles, they receive as thanks; they don’t notice how tense we become. How I glance at my mate, and he just glances down, some distant look in his eye that I can’t describe.
“That’s not up to me,” Feyre says nodding her head in my direction. The little boy looked at me, eyes gleaming in hope.
“Come on little shadow, let’s see if Aunt Elain and the twins have lunch for us,” I say standing and straightening my pantsuit out. I took his hand and waited for Feyre to pick up the little prince and we went into the Townhouse.
Nuala, Cerridwen, and Elain greeted us, pouring some tea into glasses, and watered-down juice into small cups for the boys. Hawthorne ran excitedly to the three in the kitchenette, and looked into Elain’s brown eyes, “You have snacks?”
Elain smiled down at the boy, smiling down at the little Illyrian. “We do have snacks. But I don’t know if you get to have any.” She said, joy glinting in her eyes at pestering the little boy.
Hawthorne looked stunned at her for a second, as if he couldn’t believe he was being denied something, and quickly turned to me, “Aunt Elain’s being mean!”
We all laughed as the little boy pouted in disbelief, even more so when he saw us all laughing. His foot stomped the ground, his wings flaring a little.
The laughing calmed a little as Rhys, Cass, and Az entered the house. They stood in the doorway watching all of us standing around looking at a little grumpy Illyrian.
The child looked at the three males and ran over to Azriel slamming into his legs. He placed a hand lightly on his back and looked around in question. “They’re being mean to me Azzie!”
At that Rhys let out a laugh, Cassian joining in. My mate looked at me in question, “Is there a reason I have a grumpy child hiding in my legs?”
“He’s just trying to get snacks for our lunch. Which he wouldn’t expect that unless someone kept letting him sneak some.” I told him, lightly glaring in his direction, but sent love down the bond nonetheless.
Azriel picked the boy up, his wings fluttering away as he did. “She’s right, you have to eat your lunch before sweets.” Hawthorne looked at Azriel in shock.
“But you and Uncle Cassin always give snacks like that before dinner!” Everyone turned to look at the two in question, a little glimmer of amusement shining through.
Feyre looked to me with humor all over her face, “Well, now we know why he hardly eats his lunch and dinner now.”
It was later in the evening; you were trying to give the boy a quick little bath. He was mainly just splashing around. Azriel watched with amusement as you tried to run a cloth over him.
“You could help you know. I mean how did Rhys’ mother give all of you baths.” I say huffing wiping sweaty hair from my face. You were going to need a bath after this.
Azriel had a small smile on his usual blank face, “She usually gave up after the first five minutes. I’m surprised you’ve tried this for as long as you have.”
Having the child around has made him more emotionally viewable. Where he used to only show how he felt, few and far between, now it’s more common. Sitting on your heels you let an exhausted sigh leave.
“You know little thorn in my side,” You say pinching his nose, he laughs in response, “I’m just going to sit over here and when you deem yourself clean let me know.” The dark-haired boy nodded and went back to playing immediately.
You walked over and sat by Az, leaning your head against him. “Who knew raising a little Illyrian was such work.”
Azriel leaned his head down letting out a huff of a laugh. “Imagine more than one in a house.” And you did, just for a second. But it wasn’t Rhys, Cassian, or Azriel you were picturing. It was Hawthorne and a few others. Some that did look like Azriel and one that looked like you. You pictured it long enough that you must have somehow sent what you were thinking down the bond. Because Azriel sent nothing but joy and love back.
“Let’s get this one situated first,” Azriel whispered, arm wrapping around you. You smiled up at him, excitement glistening in your eyes.
By the time you sent Azriel to put the kid to bed, you stayed back to clean up the mess in the bathroom. By the time you got to the boys’ room, you could hear them talking.
“Why don’t I have ears like her?” It was Hawthorne asking the question, and it made you pause in confusion.
“Because she’s what is called High-Fae, and you’re an Illyrian. Like me.” There was shuffling, Azriel must have been tucking him in.
“So… does that mean she can’t be my mom?” It was a quiet question, and silence followed after it.
“What makes you say that little shadow?”
“Well, if I’m like you, and she’s not like us. Then she can’t be my mom, right? Like Nyx. Aunt Feyre and Uncle Rhys both have pointy ears, just like Nyx.”
“You don’t have to look like someone for them to be family. Just like me and your uncles don’t look alike, they’re still my brothers. Just like she can still be your mom. Now, it’s time for you to get to bed.” You smiled, and quickly wiped your face before entering the room.
“What are we still doing up little soldier?” You walked over to him and took Az’s spot on the bed. Hawthrone smiled at you, peeking out from under the covers.
You tucked him in just a little tighter, leaned over and gave him a kiss on the head then brushed his hair from his face.
You sat for a second, looking at your little joy, then whispered goodnight, and just when you went to shut the door you heard it. “Goodnight mama.”
Holding back your tears just a little, you turned back and said, “Goodnight little shadow.” Then shut the door. And turned to Azriel's chest to shed some of the tears.
“Come on,” he whispered, “Let’s get you cleaned up and then to bed.”
You had picked Hawthrone up from school a few days later when he asked you a question.
“You and Azriel are together, right?” It surprised you; it was an odd question for a six-year-old. “Like… Like Aunty Feyre and Uncle Rhys?”
“Yes. Just like them, me and Azriel are mates. You remember what mates are right?” I said holding his hand as we walked down the sidewalk by the Sidra. You and Azriel had talked to him about a few things before you guys could get him in a school. So, he could know who his family would be, and about some of the world.
He nodded his head, he knew the story of me and Azriel, at least as kid friendly as you could get with Az’s job. I mean you yourself were only a healer at the school before meeting the Inner Circle. Then Madja recruited you to help with what few kids came through her shop. After about three years you were Madja’s right-hand man, thus introducing you to the Inner Circle for all their bumps and bruises. So Hawthrone knew you two were mates, like Feyre and Rhysand, and Nesta and Cassian. Whilst Elain and Lucien’s dynamic still confused him a little.
“So, if you’re my mother, does that make Az my father?” You almost stumbled at the question. Azriel had struggled in the first few weeks of having Hawthrone, he didn’t have good parental figures, so trying to play dad to a kid was a struggle.
With Nyx he had no issue, he could play uncle, be there for a few hours but at the end of the day Nyx went back to his own parents.
“Do you want Azriel to be your father?” I asked a little hesitant, I didn’t want to cause any issue for Az, or Hawthorne. It hadn’t been that long ago that you guys got him out of a bad situation in an Illyrian camp. From his own father.
“I don’t know. I know he likes me now. Before it was… strange,”
“Confusing, you’re looking for the word confusing.”
“Cun-fushion.”
“Well, if you’re really confused then you could ask him. He always tells you that you can tell him anything. The same goes for asking questions. That’s called communicating.” Hawthorne sounded the word out to himself, then sat for a minute in thought. Right as you were about to ask him a question he perked up, wings twitching.
“Oo oo oo can we stop and get sweets!” You’ve got to pick a different path to walk along.
“We’re home-!”
“We got sweets!!”
“We got sweets! Hawthorne those were supposed to be a surprise.” Setting the box of treats down on the table of the River House you followed the tiny stuttering of feet flying through the house in the direction of the rest of the voices.
You found some of the family in the sitting room and joined Azriel on the arm of his chair. Hawthorne was already telling Elain about his very eventful day at school, using his arms to explain it better.
I leaned over just slightly so Az could hear me, “He was asking some questions on the walk here.”
Azriel turned and looked at me, a look of almost fear in his eyes. Then furrowed his eyebrows in question.
“Nothing serious was just asking if we were together, a few other things I’ll tell you alone.”
“He asked if we were together?” I laughed a little then ran a hand through his hair looking at my boy.
“Yea, I thought the same thing. Asked if it was the same way as Rhys and Feyre.”
“Was it serious? What he asked, which is why you don’t want to tell me here.” There’s that wariness that Azriel always had regarding us.
“Just… something I figured we could talk to him about later, about parentage.” Azriel is all but locked up at that. Hands that had been clasped together moved to hide almost, shadows coming to drape over him a little. One moved to join Hawthorne and wrapping around him. “Just the basics, but it could be time to tell him something though, before we all go to Windhaven.”
Azriel nodded his head, distress flowing down the bond, I sent reassurance back.
By the time dinner was done, the sweets were eaten, and everyone went off to their respective houses. You met Hawthorne and Azriel in his room with some cocoa. Whipp cream and cinnamon on top.
“Wanna know how I got these marks on my hands?” Hawthorne glanced down at Azriel’s hand, then to his face, an indescribable look on his little face. Then he slightly nodded.
“I was born to a lord in a camp. My mother wasn’t with him though, remember how you had called me a bastard when we first met?” Hawthorne nodded guiltily, “It’s okay, that’s what it’s called when your mother and father have a kid without being together. My father’s wife didn’t like it, didn’t like me.” Azriel took a deep breath, and I handed him a cup, so he had something to fidget with.
“They had two other sons, older that didn’t like. Since they didn’t like me, they kept me locked away in… my bedroom,” the safest option rather than a ‘dungeon’ “One day, my brothers decided to test how well we could heal…. By the time my father’s guards got there, it was too late, and the fire did this.”
“Did your father do anything to stop them from being mean to you…?” Hawthorne silently asked Azriel, looking at his hands and then back to his face.
“No. My father was a really bad man. Really mean too. Kept me away from people and from flying, but when they found out I could talk with the shadows, they took me to the camp we’ll go to when you’re older. And I met your Uncle Rhys and Uncle Cassian, and Aunt Mor.” Azriel told him, Hawthorne glanced in my direction now.
“Was my father like yours was?” Hawthorne asked me, Azriel eyes widened a little, I opened my mouth to answer and reassure him but Azriel beat me to hit.
“No! You are nothing like your father. Understood?” Hawthorne nodded, “Just like I’m not my father.”
Hawthorne sat for a second, even more silent than usual when pondering a question.
“Are… are you, my father? Like she’s my Mother?” A silent tear dripped down your mate's face, almost matching the ones building in your own.
“I am nothing like either of our fathers. And whilst I might not be the one who created you, your father, I can be your father. If you’ll allow me to.” Hawthorne’s eyes watered up then flung himself into Azriels’ arms, wings trying to wrap around him. Azriel hugged back and wrapped his own wings around him, as you sat taking in the scene.
He stood from his hugging position and took your hand, and the three of you went just two doors down to your own room. Where the three of you slept, you on the left, Azriel on the right, and just under Azriel’s wing and under your arms was Hawthorne. The little dark-haired, hazel-eyed Illyrian slept soundly, between his two parents.
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Side note if you made it this far please dear god tell me what you would get the IC for solstice/Christmas presents. I have ideas for them all but Rhys. Please it can be on anom or anything 😂
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VOD 02 - at least give me pity donos!
first time chatter...? | scara x reader smau
He felt something strange at the sight.
Kazuha and Heizou playing with their (namely, Albedo and Kunikuzushi's) Switch on the floor, Albedo at the edge of the couch working on whatever illustration, and Kunikuzushi himself.
'Being next to someone again... I don't mind it.'
Kunikuzushi wasn't going to pretend he was familiar with any type of companionship. It was by sheer luck that he and Kazuha were paired up for a project together, and it was another dose of luck that he met long term friends because of it, (though Heizou and Kazuha agrees its from 'their intuition' and 'fate' respectively.)
Even as Albedo scolded Heizou for yelling at Kazuha about a blue shell, he burned the image in his memory. His companions... Or friends, some would say, they would be fleeting. Nothing lasts forever, after all. Eventually their paths would diverge.
To treasure the time before they abandon him.
Isn't that what his mother taught him?
Yes, if only he listened sooner... Then he wouldn't have been so distraught when he lost 'them.' And perhaps they never would have had to leave.
'I don't blame them,' he thought. 'The best I can do is hope I've grown enough.'
'So when that day comes... I can finally face them with my truest self.'
With a sigh and a last look at his friends, he went on his phone to open Twitch. Tartaglia and Barbatos were streaming, a couple thousand new followers (which were unfortunately, less than usual), but nothing he was particularly interested in.
Though he had a half a mind to...
He heard your voice almost immediately after, still as lively and sweet as last time. You started off with your usual greeting, wishing him a good day and starting off with informing him of what he missed.
"We just found the desert temple!" You said. "I'm glad you're here, actually– Me and Alatus found a mineshaft, and I could use you as a good luck charm!"
Right before he could hear your reaction or see if you got yourself killed again (dummyx5), Heizou punched his shoulder lightly, looking over at his phone. Somehow, they got Albedo away from his work to play with Kazuha, and they were both playing in silence.
"Kuni, partner!" Heizou said, leaning against his shoulder. "Why don't you join us? We got Albedo away from his tablet, that deserves some recognition, don't you think?"
"Doing something else," Kunikuzushi hummed, waving Heizou away. "You guys have fun."
"You're on Twitch," Heizou pointed out. "My guy, you're already living on Twitch every day."
"My streamer is streaming," He responded. "So shoo for a moment."
"I'm offended!" Heizou said, putting a hand to his heart in mock-hurt. "But alright, alright, just know you won't be choosing the game we play next time. Kazuha wants to play animal crossing with me so you'll take my place, partner!"
As Heizou walked back to the others, Kunikuzushi focused his attention back to his phone. Where 'his' streamer was now on the death screen again, from... Trying to swim in lava!
As you went on with how you were going to do better and not die next time (all while preciously trying to defend your honor) he couldn't help but let out a smile.
'It's always the smaller streamers...' He thought. 'Cute.'
first time chatter...?
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✧˚ ·summary - tada! a new streamer (aka: you!) entered the scene! and what's this? your first regular chatter accompanying you to fame? great! and you're both becoming friends? even better! .
.. eh? what... what do you mean he has over a million followers?
and what does he mean by 'do you remember me!?'
taglist is open (thank you guys, bold means I can’t tag you!) - @maxineshearts @magica-ren @drmyday @haunts-gh0st @featuredtofu @yyyyiijhth @hiraethsdesires @mellowberrie @meigalaxy @idontevenknow129 @beriiov @sakiimeo @karma-gisa @raewrz @grrrhutao @itzblazekun @seternic @imdyeing @siasseltzers @lylovw @boxdisappeared @klanxii @moon4nge1 @layla240 @cante-lope @sketcheeee @hibiscy @saturnsapothecary @1l-ynn @pyrotechnics84 @eleutheriaah
author's note - chanel you are a carrot
<3 thank you for reading!! be nice to yourself and others~
#ren tried :')#first time chatter ♡#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x you#scaramouche smau#wanderer x reader#wanderer x you#genshin x reader#genshin smau
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STAPP I COULD'VE DROP MY CROISSANT! (e.w.)
My masterlist <3
pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
Warnings: Roommate Ellie ,Modern Ellie; swearing; fluf; arguing; Ellie is mean; smut; reader is referred as she/her; reader has a vagina; drinking; violence (a punch or two) Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.
Author's notes: I love mean Ellie. I dont know if this is very good, i tried my very best and had fun with it. Enjoy! I hope you like it! Likes, reblogs, comments and feedback are always welcome! <3 (sorry, i have vines living in my head rent free)
NSFW MINORS AND MEN DNI
w/c: 23k
You are in your second year of university and your roommate, Ellie, is the worst roommate anyone could ever have, really. Whether it’s pestering you while studying, not doing the dishes, the TV being too loud or yelling at the people she’s playing video games with, at 3 AM.. it’s always SOMETHING. Tonight, just like always, she didn’t do the dishes and the TV volume was set too high to the point where you couldn’t concentrate on studying. You took the TV remote and muted the volume. You can't handle it anymore. She's been doing this for months and feels no remorse. You're tired of this and decide to do something about it and confront her.
“Hey! What was that for, you asshole?!” Ellie yelled, taking the remote back from you.
“I'm trying to study!” You say clearly annoyed.
"Then put some noise-canceling headphones on and stop stealing the TV. It’s a school night, remember?” Ellie rolled her eyes, putting the volume back up and pausing whatever you were watching. "Can't you go study in the library?" She asked, taking a snack out of the fridge.
“You put on the fucking headphones, and stop being so loud and annoying!” You shout at her.
"Nah, you go study somewhere else!" Ellie pointed towards the door, holding up a bag of snacks and opening it loudly. "Besides, I'm just gonna eat, it'll only be about 5 minutes." She takes out a tiny chocolate croissant and eats it.
“You're impossible...” You pinch the bridge of your nose.
"Nah, but you are with all your studying. I mean, we're in college! This is supposed to be the funnest time of our lives! When else are we going to get to stay up, eat junk food, and watch movies as much as we want?!" Ellie turned up the TV, which was the main cause of your annoyance with her.
“Yeah, we’re in college to get a degree that isn't exactly cheap!” You threw a pillow at her to lower the volume.
“Hey, stop! I could've droped my croissant!” Ellie ducked to avoid the pillow, picking it up and throwing it at you in retaliation.
“Oh, so you want to throw stuff! Fine!” You catch it and throw it at her hitting her square in the face. Ellie put the TV on full volume. “I can play this game better than you can! Can’t study now, can you?”
“I'll unplug it!” You threaten her.
"Try it." Ellie said, leaning back against the couch, eating her snacks, and waiting for you to try something. You get up and walk to the plug. Ellie’s eyes follow you as you walk over to it, but doesn’t say anything, just eating her snack. You unplug the TV. “You’re so lame.” Ellie says under her breath, finishing her snack. You unplugged it without saying one word and went back to your books. Ellie rolls her eyes and plugs the TV back up, pressing the on button and turning it up even louder than previously.
“Fuck you Ellie!” You say angrily.
"You know you love me." Ellie says smugly, laying back and stretching her arms over her head, eating her snacks, seemingly content now that the drama has started.
“If only you could be that lucky.” You respond, happy with your comeback.
“What was that?” Ellie turns her head towards you, taking the last bite of a chip before reaching for another bag and speaking with her mouth full. You take the remote from her and mute the tv. Ellie reaches for the remote, batting your hands away and unmuting it again. "You're being really rude, you know?" Ellie says in between bites from a few more chips.
“You are the one being unbearable!” You shout at her.
“Unbearable? Oh, you are SO adorable! I’m just trying to eat my snack and watch TV! It’s not my fault you’re the one here with the stick up your ass!” Ellie says, her tone and language being increasingly foul with each sentence.
“I swear Ellie, I'll punch you one of these days…” You are very seriously debating it.
“Oh, big scary Y/N is going to punch me because I’m too much fun to be around! Whatever shall I do!” Ellie sarcastically says, throwing her hands up in dramatic fashion before rolling her eyes. You take the remote muting the tv and putting it in your pocket before going back to studying. “Hey! Give that back!” Ellie says, quickly jumping up from the couch and trying to grab the remote in your pocket.
“No!” You yell.
"Give it back right now or else!" Ellie says, trying to dig her hand into your pocket to retrieve the remote.
“Or else what?” You look at her with a challenging look in your eyes.
“Or else you’re gonna have a fight on your hands!” Ellie says, her tone and demeanor shifting from playful and annoying to something more aggressive and serious. “So. Give. It. Back!” Ellie says, pushing her hand further into your pocket. You secure the remote so she isn't able to take it from you. “Hit me then.” You challenge her.
“Oh, I would love to!” Ellie says, stepping forward and slapping your face, though clearly not putting 100% effort into the slap, but still enough to sting. You were actually a little surprised she had the balls to slap you, so you slap back her as hard as you can, and bolt into your room still having the remote with you and lock the door. Ellie's head whips back from the impact of your slap, before her expression filled with rage. She runs up to your locked door, banging on it incessantly, yelling at you to give the remote back. You cry in silence so she doesn't hear or notice. Your face was stinging quite a bit.
"I know you're in there, Y/N! I'm not going to stop until you open this damn door!" Ellie yelled, banging harder and harder. "GIVE ME MY REMOTE BACK!"
“No! Fuck you! Go watch tv with your friends!” You are so angry now.
"I don't NEED friends when I can just annoy you instead!" Ellie says, her voice rising in pitch with the rage she feels. "OPEN THE DOOR!"
“Oh that's right, you don't have any friends because no one likes you!” You spit back at her.
"Oh, you're gonna be really sorry you said that." Ellie says, slamming a shoulder into the locked door. You ignore her as she continues banging on the door, and tries to kick at it. “OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!”
“No! I don't think I will!” You stand your ground.
"YES, YOU WILL!" Ellie continues banging and trying to kick the door open. "OPEN THE DOOR OR ELSE!"
“Or else what? I'm not scared of you!” You say as rage fills your body.
“Or else I’m going to MAKE you open this door!” Ellie says, banging and trying to kick harder. “YOU THINK YOU’RE SAFE IN THERE?”
“What are you gonna do?” You ask her mockingly.
Ellie stops banging on the door and grins in a predatory way. “You know that window of yours can be unlocked from the outside too, right?” Ellie says, her tone and expression showing she was capable of anything if you didn’t let her in.
“Yeah, and we are on the fifth floor you idiot!” You laugh at her.
“Oh, don’t worry, I won't die. Maybe cripple myself a little, but I can still live.” Ellie says, her voice filled with sarcasm as she smiles. "Let me in, or I'm coming in anyway."
“No.” You continue, not budging.
"I said I'm coming in one way or another!" Ellie says, attempting to unlock the door from the outside. You open the door so she can see you step on the remote and break it in front of her. Ellie watches with a smug expression as the remote is being broken, but then rage builds up inside her again as her remote is destroyed. “YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT! YOU COULDN’T JUST GIVE ME MY REMOTE BACK!?” Ellie yells, kicking at the door.
“You can have it now, it's all yours.” You pick the pieces of what was once a remote and then throw it at her and close your door, locking it again.
"Oh, no! It's too late for me to keep the remote now! You broke it, you dumb ass! So now I just need to come in and teach you some manners instead!" Ellie says, kicking harder and harder at the door. “Go be annoying somewhere else!” You shout through the door.
"No, no I don't think I will." Ellie stops kicking and leans against the door. "You know, it's really easy to kick this door open. Don't make me do it, it might hurt."
“Then you'll have to pay for the repair!”
"Oh? You think I can't afford the repair, huh? How poor do you think I am all of a sudden?" Ellie says in a mocking tone. "And besides, you started this! It's entirely your fault the remote is broken, not mine!"
“Oh it's my fault you are waking up half of the dorm right now?”
"Uh, yeah!" Ellie says with a sneer. "This wouldn't have been an issue if you weren't being such a baby by not sharing the remote! Or better yet, going to the library!"
“Fuck you Ellie.”
"Awww, are you losing your cool? Are you upset?" Ellie taunts you, knowing what she was saying was getting under your skin.
“Go to bed.”
"Aww, no way! I'm not tired! I'm too busy annoying you to be tired!" Ellie says with pride.
“Whatever…”
"Yeah, hide in your room, little baby Y/N!" Ellie yells. You open the door and flip both of your middle fingers at her.
"Oh, is your voice too tired to not talk to me while you give me the finger? Do you need your nap, baby Y/N?" Ellie taunts you again with a smirk on her face.
“I'll punch you, I swear.” You really want to.
"Oh, I can't wait!" Ellie says, still leaning against the door with a smirk, as if baiting you to attack her. You get closer to her and punch her in the stomach. Ellie steps back as you punch her in the stomach, gasping. "O-Ow! What's the problem with you?!" Ellie leans over, rubbing her midsection as she catches her breath.
“I said I'd do it and so I did.” You say, smirking.
Ellie, still recovering from the punch, glares at you with a scowl. "You hit me?! You shouldn't hit me! Or anyone!" Ellie says, acting like you committed some kind of great sin.
“Like you didnt slap me just now!” You shout at her filled with rage to the tips of the hairs in your head.
"Well, that's different! I'm Ellie! I'm allowed to hit you! In the grand scheme of this world, I'm a lot more important than you are, Y/N! I’m popular and smart, so me hitting you is totally fine!” Ellie says with a haughty expression, as if her status and reputation in the world gave her the right to hit anyone she pleased.
“Sure you are Ellie, sure you are.” Ellie was the class clown and very popular with the girls. You can't lie, she is beautiful and charismatic when she wants to be.
"Ohhhh, is that sarcasm I hear?" Ellie says, rolling her eyes. "You better watch your tone, Y/N! This is Ellie you're talking to.”
“Oh, you're getting smart now? Didn't know you were able to perform miracles!”
"Oh hey, I've always had a few brain cells, just decided not to use them with you, Y/N. You're just not worth the effort.” Ellie says, still smirking.
“Then leave me alone.”
"Nah, I need to teach you some manners first!" Ellie says, pointing a stern finger at you.
“You're such a child…” You say, swinging your head from side to side looking at her.
"Oh wow, I thought you were a bit more mature than that! Saying mean, bad words like that!" Ellie said in a sarcastic tone.
“Yes Ellie, you act like a kid.” You’re not wrong here.
"I DO NOT!" Ellie said defensively, before letting out a huff and crossing her arms.
“Well. you sure look like one right now.” Ellie, frustrated, kicks her feet and looks away, acting like she was offended you called her a child. “Even throwing a temper tantrum… impressive.”
Ellie rolls her eyes. "I am not having a tantrum. A tantrum is what a two-year-old has, I'm a lot older than that, thank you very much!"
“Then what do you call knocking at my door, almost breaking in and shouting at me to give you the remote?”
"I would describe that as just wanting my damn remote back." Ellie says with a smug expression, not realizing she was just describing herself throwing a tantrum.
“Go away!” You almost screamed at her.
"No. I will not go away." Ellie says with pride, not leaving and not willing to back down.
“FINE. Do what you want, I'm going to sleep.”
"Oh, but I don't want you going to sleep." Ellie says with a smirk, blocking the door and not letting you leave.
“I'll punch you again.” You are very serious about this and will do it again if she continues with this attitude.
"I dare you to try." Ellie said, not backing down and staring you dead in the eyes, as if provoking you to attack her now.
You punch her and go back to your room. Ellie falls to the floor, holding her face as her eyes immediately start to water up. "O-Oh, my god! You actually hit me! I-I'm bleeding! You're gonna pay for that you... you little..." Ellie curls up onto the floor, holding her face and still crying from the pain.
“You're not bleeding.” You say, not even looking back at her.
Ellie wipes at her nose, and it clearly is bleeding a bit. "You hurt me! I can't believe you hurt your roommate! I can't believe that's the person you are! I... I..." Ellie trails off, trying not to completely freak out and cry now that she's actually injured.
“Just leave me alone and stop harassing me!” You close your bedroom door.
Ellie lays on the floor, still holding her injured face and waiting for you to come back and apologize. "Wow, the pain is killing me..." Ellie says quietly to herself, rolling over onto her stomach. "I can't believe that's the person I live with.. I know I'm not a saint, but... I'm just a bit annoying sometimes.. I'm not someone who resorts to violence!" Ellie says, burying her face in a pillow as she cries.
You look at your knuckle and you see a bit of blood. You feel a bit guilty as you lay down on your bed. Ellie keeps crying into the pillow, making sobbing noises and sniffling as she tries to quiet herself. You get up and knock on their door. At the knock on the door, Ellie sits up and wipes her eyes. "Oh... Y/N is that you?"
“Yes, it's me…” You say reluctantly.
"Oh, uh... you gonna say sorry?" Ellie asks, the hope of an apology clearly in her voice.
“Can I come in?”
"Awwww, please do!" Ellie says, sounding like a little kid begging for their parents to let them do something. Ellie, still on the floor and wiping her face with the pillow, opens the door to let you in. "Come in."
You have an ice pack on your hand for her as you enter. "Oh, thank you. I appreciate the help." Ellie says with a small, genuine smile. "Here, let me see that..." Ellie takes the ice pack and places it onto her swollen face.
“I did punch a bit too hard, sorry.” You apologize.
"It's ok. Just don't do it again please, or else, I'll probably have to punch you back." Ellie says, smirking at you and putting the ice pack away. "Now, uh, can we talk about why you were so mean to me earlier? You know, the remote issue?"
“I'm tired of you never letting me have any peace.”
"Oh, I get it now. Why didn't you just say so? I can be annoying, that I completely understand! I just wanted to have some fun, I didn't mean to go overboard." Ellie says, patting your shoulder. "But I guess I did, and I am sorry for that. You know I can be a little over-the-top sometimes. I don't mean to get on your nerves."
“But I did tell you, like a million times!” You're getting angry again.
"Oh, right. You did, didn't you? My bad, I guess I just didn't really take you all that serious, if I'm being honest." Ellie says with a shrug, as if she could help herself. "But, I'll try to be a bit more considerate, Y/N. I don't want to push you over the edge again."
“Ok, i'm gonna go to bed now, good night..” You say dryly.
"Oh, yeah, you're gonna go to bed? Without making me a quick snack?" Ellie asks, her tone becoming mock-complaining. "Y/N, you better make it up to me in the morning! I'll see you!" Ellie says jokingly, smiling at you and waving goodbye.
You just go to your room and try to sleep. You close the door to your room and lay down, waiting to drift off to sleep. But, something keeps nagging at you in the back of your mind. You feel guilty for hurting Ellie, and you're starting to wonder if she's ok. She's been such a bad roommate for so many months now. She has been bad, really bad. But... she doesn't deserve to be hurt either. You don't want her to keep annoying you, but you certainly don't want to hurt her in the process. You debate with yourself as you lay in bed, unsure of how to move forward.
You wake up the next morning, feeling refreshed and ready for the day. As you start to head to your first class, your mind wanders. You can't help but wonder how Ellie is feeling, if she's ok right now. You head straight to class, determined to put the Ellie situation in the back of your head. You spend your day focusing on your own studies, trying not to worry about Ellie. When you come back to your room at the end of the day, your mind begins to wonder again. After all, she is your roommate, and you do have to live with her for the rest of the semester. Ellie might be annoying, but she is still a person, and she can be nice sometimes. As you enter your living room, you see Ellie sitting on a chair, reading a book. She looks up as you enter, then looks away awkwardly. "Oh, uh... you're back! How was class?" Ellie's voice sounds a bit strained, like she was trying to sound relaxed, but still tense and nervous. “It was ok.” You say to her. You can see her face is a bit bruised where you punched her the night before.
"Oh, nice. Hey, you know, I feel kinda bad now. What happened last night..." Ellie says, not sounding that confident as she spoke. "Not that I was really hurt, but... y'know what, nevermind. I was annoying, I had it coming, end of story." Ellie says, sounding like she was expecting you to be angry with her.
“I just want to be able to rest without you making noise all night long. And for our dorm to not be a complete chaos as you leave stuff everywhere.” You explain to her.
"Yeah, yeah, I completely understand that." Ellie says, nodding with genuine understanding. She didn't like making your nights so uncomfortable, but it was just her nature to be loud and annoying. "Hey, can I ask a favor of you?" Ellie says, with a slightly nervous expression.
“What?” You ask with a tired look on your face.
"... Could I borrow your remote for tonight?" Ellie asks with a sheepish smile, not wanting to ask, but still not wanting to just barge in and take it. "I know I've been annoying, and now that I know you just want to relax, I'll be quiet. But I... I don't want to just sit in my room, bored out of my mind. So... Could I have it back? Only for tonight, I'll give it back tomorrow morning, I promise."
“Sure, here…” You hand her your remote.
"Thank you." Ellie takes the remote from you and gives you a small smile. "Have a nice night. I promise, I won't make a peep."
“Good night.” You say as you walk to your bedroom. You go to bed, feeling like tonight will be quiet for once. Ellie stays up in her room, watching TV and enjoying the remote for herself.
You wake up the next morning, feeling good and refreshed to see this new and improved Ellie. Now that she's being nicer, hopefully, this will be a fun and peaceful rest of the semester. As you get ready for class, you hear Ellie wake up too. But, just as you expected, not a single peep is heard from her. She must have been serious about not being a nuisance, and you're glad for that. As you take your seat in class and open your notebook, you see Ellie sitting nearby, also starting her day. Seems like things are on their way to improving in the roommate department.
As you and Ellie spend the class doing your work, you feel a slight awkwardness in the air.
Ellie looks back at you a couple of times, maybe sensing the tension. But, she hasn't made a sound or even gotten close to trying to annoy you. Maybe she's learned that you don't respond too favorably to her usual shenanigans! You try to ignore the tension between you and Ellie, just focusing on your course work and getting through the class. As you hear the bell ring, signaling the time is up, you pack up your stuff and begin to head out. Ellie does the same, not saying a word to you, but not really seeming mad either. For a moment, you wonder if this is going to start a new chapter for your roommate relationship.
As you get home that night and head into the living room, you see Ellie playing a video game with a friend. Ellie is completely focused on the game, and doesn't seem to notice you come in at all. While she continues playing the game, she and her friend laugh and exchange jokes and stories as they play together. Ellie actually seems like a fun and nice person when she's not trying to get attention.
You go to your room, not wanting to intrude on Ellie's good time. She seems like she's enjoying herself and having fun, and you don't want to ruin that. As you go to your room, you wonder if Ellie will eventually come to you to talk to you about anything that's been going on with her. A part of you is secretly hoping she will, but you don't want to assume that or get your hopes up. You go to your room and spend your time studying, focusing hard on your tasks as you try to keep your mind off of Ellie. Ellie doesn't seem to interrupt you at all this time, either. Maybe that's just the way she's gonna be now? Calm, quiet and not annoying at all? You know it's probably too early to assume that, but a part of you is optimistic that she's going to behave that way from now on. A small part of you is actually sad that Ellie has gotten a bit quieter. I mean, sure, she was super annoying and it's nicer to get some peace and quiet. But, you enjoyed her presence, and now that she's so quiet, you kinda just feel... lonely and bored.
You hear Ellie's friend leave, meaning that it's just Ellie by herself again. Ellie seems to be just sitting in her room, trying to find something to keep herself entertained without bothering you, which is... really sweet of her, actually. You don't see it often, but Ellie genuinely wants to give you the space that you need, which is incredibly thoughtful of her. You start to think that Ellie must be mad at you for punching her or something, given how quiet she has been just recently. It's not like her to want to be alone that much, unless something has gone wrong. You wish you knew what was up, but you don't want to just assume anything and make Ellie madder.
You send Ellie a text, asking if she's alright. She sees the text, and texts back. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just being a bit obnoxious... thought it'd be best if I just be quiet. I don't wanna bother you so I'm gonna be silent from now on if that's what you prefer." It seems like Ellie actually is taking your complaints to heart and going to be more considerate now.
“Oh, ok... thanks.” You respond. You expected a more heated message from her.
"No problem." Ellie texts back, seeming to appreciate the acknowledgement. She sends you a small smiley emoji, and texts you back a bit more. "Oh, and, uh... sorry for all the noise. For what it's worth, I wasn't purposely trying to bother you. I just get energetic sometimes, and forget how loud I am. Anyways... thanks for being so understanding and sorry for annoying you."
“Sorry for punching you so hard.” You respond. "It's fine, I probably deserved something like that for being so annoying." Ellie seems to be understanding of why you got so pissed off with her, but she's still a bit sad about it. "Just hope that doesn't make you hate me... because, uh, yeah." She sends you another emoji, of a nervous and awkward smile. "I'm gonna let you get back to your studying, I should be fine. Just don't beat me up again, yeah?"
“Okay, good night.” You don't know what else to say.
"Good night. Sleep tight..." Ellie replies with a small emoji of a smiling moon. Maybe Ellie isn't trying to annoy you as much, but she's still your roommate, and she still wants to know you and have a connection with you. She really does care, even if she's not the best at showing it.
The feeling of guilt doesn't seem to go away. You feel like you hurt Ellie's feelings with your outburst, and that thought won't just go away now. Maybe you should see if Ellie is okay with everything, and try to make up with her. “Are you sure you're not mad?” You text her again.
Ellie texts back. "I was a little hurt at first, but you know what? I'm fine. Really, don't worry about it. Besides, sometimes I need a harsh reminder to be more considerate to someone else, you know? It's no big deal." Ellie seems understanding of your feelings, and isn't mad at you over the situation. Her words certainly make you feel a bit better, though.
You lay in your bed, thinking things over. Ellie seems to be understanding of your feelings and not mad at you, and she's even promised to be more considerate. Yet you can't sleep, your thoughts still swirling with the whole Ellie situation. Shouldn't you try to make up with her? You can't keep being mad at her, you'll ruin what you have. Maybe you should go apologize to her, and see if she's willing to forgive you.
Just as you're about to fall asleep, you hear Ellie coming out of her room. You peek out of your room, and find Ellie going back into the living room. As she shuts the door, you can't help but wonder if maybe she's up to something. You get up, pretending that you're heading to the bathroom. You enter the living room and see Ellie in a seat, on her phone with a stern look on her face. She doesn't seem to hear you come in, and you don't want to disturb her.
“Hey?... can't sleep?...”
Ellie looks at you as you speak up, caught off guard by your voice coming out of nowhere. She seems a bit embarrassed and guilty, like she thinks she got caught doing something bad. "Oh! Uh, hello. I was just... trying to find something to do while I couldn't sleep." Ellie smiles nervously, then looks back down at her phone. "Don't feel like you have to stay awake, either. I know I already ruined your sleep schedule this semester, so just... go spend the rest of the night in bed."
“What's the matter?” You ask her.
"Oh, well, I'm just a bit guilty because I know I've been bothering you all semester. I was just wondering if you would forgive me." Ellie looks up from her phone, giving you a guilty expression and looking almost like she's about to start crying. It seems like the guilt of hurting you is seriously starting to get to her, and she wants you to know how sorry she is.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so loud and annoying all the time, and..."
“It's fine, let's just forget about it.” You give her a small smile.
"Thanks, and I will. I know that I can be a loud dumbass a lot of the time, I'm honestly surprised you haven't punched me more." Ellie seems more relaxed now, feeling relieved that you won't hold it against her for too long. It's so weird hearing her swear so casually and sound so chill. It's like Ellie is a completely different person to the one you've known. "Hey, can I borrow the remote back? I want to finish my show before bed, if that's okay."
“Yeah, sure, keep it.” You say trying to give her a sympathetic smile.
"Thanks, Y/N. You're cool." Ellie takes the remote back, and you hear her changing the channel on the TV. Ellie seems pretty content to have the remote back, and you wonder how long this new chill version of Ellie will last. You go back to bed, leaving Ellie to enjoy her show in peace. You wonder if maybe this is the new Ellie, a more calm and considerate version of her. If that's the case, then you two could have a much more friendly relationship from now on, like roommates who are actually friends. You go back to bed, and think about Ellie and if her recent behavior changes are here to stay.
After a few days, you start to see the new and improved Ellie in action more and more.
Ellie seems quieter, but in a good way. She's considerate and thoughtful, and you can tell she's trying to behave differently. As you spend more and more time with her, you find yourself getting used to this version of your roommate. She's still your roommate, but now she doesn't annoy you, and you don't feel annoyed by her. Things are looking up, and you wonder if Ellie's attitude change is permanent.
“Hey, morning.” You say quietly.
"Morning, Y/N." Ellie is in the kitchen, having breakfast just like always. She seems like she's in a pretty good mood, and smiles at you as you come inside. Ellie's new persona sticks out like a sore thumb to you, almost like she has an entire new personality. She's nice, considerate and actually quite charming. It's a stark contrast from what she was when you first shared a dorm, and it's pretty surprising. "How was your sleep?"
“Good, yours?” You ask a bit hesitant.
"I slept pretty well too, thank you." Ellie smiles at you, seeming totally normal and... nice. You're still getting used to the idea of Ellie not being an annoying person, but you're starting to think this is who she really is. Maybe her annoying nature in the past was just her acting out due to not getting enough attention or something, who knows.
"What are you doing today?" Ellie asks.
“Nothing really, it's the weekend and I don't have any plans.” You tell her.
"Just some relaxation, huh?" Ellie smiles at you, seeming to not mind at all not having any plans. She's become surprisingly chill about things, you never really see her annoyed or angry about stuff nowadays. You think she's enjoying her weekend, maybe just having some coffee and enjoying her time. You wonder if you two could be... friends? It's not impossible, is it?
“This feels weird…” You say not looking at her.
"Weird? What's weird?" Ellie looks up from her coffee, looking at you with a genuinely confused expression on her face. "This is who I am, I guess? I'm trying to be nicer these days." Ellie isn't being hostile, you think she really is just genuinely asking what you mean, trying her best to understand.
“I have never seen you act like this.” You say to her.
"Like... normal?" Ellie is caught a bit off guard by your comment. She still doesn't seem mad about it, though, more confused than anything. "But yeah... this is how I'm gonna be from now on. Hopefully, at least. I'm trying, I swear." Ellie smiles at you again, seeming completely sincere too. She seems genuinely surprised by the fact that you notice this change in her behavior now too. Maybe she thinks this is the default way of acting.
“Thanks.” You say still not very confident with it all.
"No worries. I gotta try to be a better person, it's important." Ellie smiles back at you, and finishes her coffee. Ellie looks a bit exhausted, actually, like she didn't sleep too great. But she's still not acting annoyed or annoying, just... normal. You wonder if, with Ellie acting like this, you two can go back to being friendly roommates now?
"Why are you looking at me so strangely?" Ellie asks, noticing your stare.
“Nothing, sorry I'm gonna go sleep a bit more.” You say trying to make it seem as if you were not staring at her just now.
"It's fine, I understand. You can always catch up on some sleep." Ellie smiles at you, and you notice a faint blush on her face. She's still a bit awkward when being nice, it seems. "I'm gonna go to campus to study, if that's okay." Ellie says, finishing her coffee. She seems like she's getting comfortable in this new role of being nice to you, and not being so defensive about how you think of her.
“Ok, bye.” You say as you go to your bedroom.
"Seeya. Sleep well." Ellie nods at you, and leaves with her stuff to head to campus. As she leaves, you start to think about this new Ellie. She still has her personality, but is no longer annoying you. This could work, right? Ellie and you finally have a friendship, the kind of friendship you've always wanted out of your relationship. Maybe things are looking up with Ellie.
You don't know how Ellie's annoying nature seemed to put you off, but now it seems like she's just... normal? She's not so bad anymore. As you get into bed, you just can't seem to shake this feeling that somehow, Ellie is up to something. What if it's all an act? What if she really is trying to change and be better? As you lay in bed, you think about Ellie's new personality and what it means for your relationship. You're still a bit confused as to why her behavior changed so heavily, it even catches you off-guard from time to time. You think about telling her that she can stop with the act now, but... is it really an act? Maybe this is really Ellie from now on. It's hard to tell, and that uncertainty makes you a bit uneasy.
You hear Ellie coming in from campus, as you stay in your bed and pretend to be asleep.
"Huh... She's back?" You think to yourself, wondering what happened while she was away.
You can hear Ellie put her stuff down and head towards the bathroom. "Y/N, I'm just taking a shower, then I'm going to bed, alright?" Ellie says from the bathroom. She seems pretty convincing as she is this more considerate role, and you just nod and tell her it's fine to use the shower. As Ellie showers, you're back to thinking about your relationship. Things seem better, and you wonder if you and Ellie can be better friends in the future. Maybe she's really trying to change for you, and it's not just an act. Your thoughts are cut short, when you hear Ellie talking to herself in the shower. You stay perfectly still in bed, trying to listen in on what Ellie is saying. You can hear her talking to herself, her voice soft and gentle. She seems to be talking to no one in particular, just saying words out loud to herself. "I just have to keep this up a little longer..." "I can do it... I know I can." The tone is still gentle and peaceful, which means she could just be talking to herself about being nicer.
“A bit longer?” You think to yourself. Your curiosity is getting the better of you, and you can't help but keep listening to Ellie to find out what she's talking about. You listen closely to what is being said, and you can hear her say: "I just have to maintain this, keep it going... I'm just gonna keep being nice." Ellie seems to be trying to stick to this new nice version of herself, and it seems like an active effort that she's putting into it. You wonder if she's trying to change for herself or for you. You keep listening in, and you begin to think that Ellie is trying to change this part of herself for you. However, you notice her start to whisper something new. "I know you don't think I can do it, but I know I can change... I can be a good roommate to Y/N..." Ellie is whispering, but you can hear her clearly say your name to someone. Who could she be talking to at this late hour, and could this be because of you?
You try your best to be as quiet as possible while you listen in, waiting to hear if Ellie will say anything more about you and the fact that she's changing for you. However, Ellie just keeps talking to herself. "I just have to keep doing it, this new me will stick eventually. She'll see, and I'll prove to her that I changed." Ellie seems to be talking to herself, but she seems really determined to change and be a nice roommate. You hear the door to the bathroom close, and a few moments later, Ellie walks into her room, looking all fresh and clean. Ellie is still a bit groggy after her shower, so you decide to stay in bed and pretend to sleep. Ellie goes back into the corner of her room, and looks around to see if everything is in place. She gets comfy in her bed, and you can hear her softly say. "Goodnight, Y/N..." You hear Ellie lay down in her bed, and you try not to move too much while you pretend to sleep. The whole "new Ellie" thing has you curious. She's nice to you now, and she's trying to be your friend. You wonder if Ellie really is trying to change for you, if "new Ellie" is the real Ellie.
You wake up in the morning, and as you get up to shower, you see Ellie still asleep in her bed. Ellie looks peaceful, like she slept well last night. "Ellie seems to be really trying to stick to this new version of herself, maybe she really can change for good?" You think as you head into the bathroom. After the shower you get dressed for the day, and you feel like today could be a good one. The fact that Ellie changed overnight is still confusing, but she seems genuinely nice to you now. Ellie is still asleep in her bed, looking peaceful and content. You think that she is really going to change. Maybe you two can finally be friends, after all these months. You decide to go for a morning walk, and as you get out, you notice that the sun is shining bright in the sky. It's a good day for a walk. Ellie is still asleep as you leave, and you think about how much nicer she is lately. You wonder how long she can stick with this change before she goes back to her old ways, or if she really has changed at all.
After a bit, you come back from your walk. It was a good start to the day, and you feel pretty great. As you come in, you see that Ellie is still asleep. She seems calm and content, still happy to be the new Ellie. Ellie seems to still be sticking to her new personality, and you wonder how long it'll last. Maybe she'll stick with it, and be the new Ellie permanently. Or maybe this is just a phase, or it's an act? Ellie still being asleep and looking so peaceful makes you a bit worried, though. Does she even sleep well as this new Ellie?
You decide to stay in the living room and just relax. Ellie is still asleep in her room, and you wonder how long she's been asleep for now. Maybe it's better to let her get some rest, you think to yourself, since you wonder if this new Ellie even sleeps well when she's so nice. You just watch videos on your phone for a bit, just relaxing and thinking about how different Ellie seems now. You watch videos for about an hour or so, and suddenly, you hear Ellie wake up from her bed and come out. She looks tired, but still a bit refreshed too, like she's had a good amount of sleep. Ellie comes out, stretching a bit, and you wonder if she slept well. She sees you, and her face lights up with her new normal-ness.
"Ohhh, good morning!" Ellie says with a nice smile.
“Morning…” You say, still confused. She seems to be in such a good mood today, you wonder if this change in her behavior is permanent. "How was your sleep?" you ask, looking up at her. Ellie's new and improved mood seems to still be present, and you hope that this is how she will be from now on.
"It was pretty good, how was yours?" Ellie responds. She's still acting all friendly and approachable, looking at you like you're a stranger that she's just met. You wonder if maybe she's trying to give you a chance, or just trying to be polite. Ellie is acting so differently, it's difficult to tell if this kindness is really genuine.
“Fine.” You’re still suspicious of her.
"Good, I'm glad. So... what are we gonna do today?" Ellie asks, looking at you. She seems to be waiting for your response, and she seems genuinely curious at what you're doing today.
“Don't know, nothing planned, you?” You ask her curious.
"Not really. I probably should go to campus and catch up on my studies, though." Ellie says, looking back at you. "I'm happy for you to tag along, if you want company." “Sure” You say, still unsure about all of this.
You leave the apartment together, and head off to campus. As you walk together, Ellie starts to talk again. "So... how are you? You seem nice too." Ellie seems to be asking with genuine curiosity, her tone coming off a bit like she's awkward about asking. She's clearly not used to being nice, and you wonder if this new Ellie will even last.
“I'm sorry but, i have to ask…” You needed to know this.
"What's up?" Ellie responds, looking at you curiously. Ellie seems like she wants to hear what you have to say, and she seems to be asking honestly.
“Are you really trying or just pretending?” You just need to know and hear it from her mouth.
"Well... I am trying, definitely. The last months have been... a bit tough. I've realized that I've been a mean and horrible person. So, I'm trying to be better and nicer. For me. But also for you.." Ellie looks down while saying this, clearly thinking about your question a lot. "I can't guarantee that this is how I'll be for good, I'll probably keep slipping up. But I am trying to be a better person. I hope that's good enough for you."
“Thanks for the honesty.” You give her an awkward smile.
"Yeah, of course, I want to improve. I don't think it's fair for me to keep being horrible to everyone, especially since you're trying to be nice to me. You're my roommate, we should be nice to each other." Ellie smiles at you, as she looks forward while walking. "Is there anything else you want to ask me?" Ellie asks, clearly wanting to answer any and all questions you ask of her.
“Why were you so mean before?” You ask her, looking at the floor as you two walked.
"I dunno... I don't really know why I'm so mean to everyone. I think life kinda made me be like that, you know? It made it hard for me to be nice or pleasant to anyone. It still feels weird when I'm actually being a nice person, but I'm glad I'm improving, at least." Ellie keeps looking at you, hoping to make you understand. "I just wanna be better, I don't want to be a horrible person anymore."
“It's just so weird to see you now, sorry.” It really is weird to see a completely new person in Ellie's body. It doesn't seem right.
"You don't have to apologize. I know I'm being pretty nice, it's probably weird to see me like this, after how horrible and mean I've been to everyone." Ellie says, looking down slightly. "I wanna be nicer though. I do." Ellie is acting weird, but it seems to be because she's not used to being nice like this to people, and not because she's trying to put on a facade or fake it. Ellie is really trying to be nice, but it seems difficult for her still.
Your phone buzzes and you get a text from your group of friends. “My friends just asked me if i wanted to go to a party tonight, you want to come?” You say trying to change the subject.
"A party? Tonight?" Ellie says, a bit shocked by the question. "Well... sure. Sounds a bit sudden, but okay. Are you going?"
“Yeah, my friends are really pushing me to go to this one, not sure why.” You explain.
"Well, why not go out and have a good time? Don't let them push you too much, but also it's okay to have fun." Ellie says, trying to encourage you to go and have some fun. "And yeah, I'll come along."
“Okay.” You smile at her.
A few hours of studying later Ellie says. "Well, we should probably get ready, then. Get dressed, and all that." Ellie is pretty relaxed and nice about all of this, and it makes you think that this new Ellie is really going to last for good.
“Yeah, maybe we should get ready.” You walk back to your dorm to change.
"Alright then, let's go get ready." Ellie goes and gets changed, picking out her favorite t-shirt to wear to the party. "I'm actually really excited for this, I haven't been to a party in months." Ellie says, smiling. Ellie seems to be getting dressed up pretty nicely, excited for the party.
You go to your room and close the door to get dressed and ready. As you close the door, you hear Ellie talking, and you're a bit curious what she's saying. "Well, I don't want to mess this up. I have to make sure Y/N likes me tonight, I need to be nice the whole time. I have to be okay. I have to..." As you listen in, you hear Ellie whispering to herself again. You wonder if she's preparing for the party, and how she can just be nice to you the whole night.
You think to yourself about whether Ellie will be able to stick with this new version of herself. She's being genuinely nice and polite so far, but maybe she's just being fake for the party. Either way, you decided to give her a chance too, and see how it goes tonight. Ellie seems to be trying, and you'll give her the benefit of the doubt for now.
You put on your favorite dress and a bit of makeup, to make yourself look nice for the party too. As you come back outside, Ellie finishes putting up her hair in her usual half bun. "Oh, so we're both gonna look cute tonight! Nice." Ellie says, looking at your dress. Ellie seems to be genuinely excited for the party, and not just faking it.
“Well, thanks.” You say blushing a bit.
"No problem, you look good in that dress." Ellie says, looking you up and down. "Ready?" Ellie asks, seeming excited for the party. She grabs your hand and drags you outside, ready to go to the party and hopefully have a good time. As she grabs your hand you start feeling funny. It doesn't feel right. Ellie is clearly excited to go to the party, and she seems to have her mind set on being nice to you tonight.
You eventually make your way to the party, and Ellie takes you by the hand as you follow her inside. Ellie seems to know some people, and leads you over to a group of her friends. Ellie introduces you to her friends, and you feel like you might be able to make some new, nice friends yourself tonight. Ellie's friends know who she is, and seem surprised that she's been nice as well. They seem to be talking about her and her past behavior, and you start to feel a bit awkward and nervous.
You let go of Ellie's hand, and she seems a bit confused and surprised. You were feeling uncomfortable holding hands with her. "Why are you... letting go?" Ellie asks, looking at you. Ellie seems confused and surprised, and she doesn't understand why you would want to move away from her now. She thought she was making progress in her attempt to be nice, but by letting go of her hand, it seems like you don't trust her anymore.
“I'm just gonna go get us some drinks…” You say as an excuse.
"Oh... okay then. I didn't know you wanted to go get drinks." Ellie says, a bit confused. Ellie still seems nice, but this whole exchange has made her feel confused. She's really trying to be better, and you seemingly just don't trust her at all. Ellie seems a bit sad, but she lets it go and just leans back against the wall. She'll stay here and let you do your thing, and she'll just wait for you to come back with drinks.
You go to the kitchen and pour something into two solo cups. You down your drink in one go and pour it again, then you go back to Ellie as if everythings fine. "Hi. Here's your cup." You say, looking at her like nothing happened. Ellie seems to be pretending like she didn't notice you let go of her hand, and that you don't really trust her. Ellie has her own cup now, and she's acting a bit strange and awkward around you still. And you have no idea why. You started sipping your drink.
"Sorry, I got distracted earlier." Ellie says awkwardly, clearly still pretending like there wasn't anything wrong between you two. Ellie doesn't seem that comfortable still, and you don't know if she's just having a bad day or something, or if she's still putting up an act. Ellie seems to be drinking her drink slowly, not sure what to say to you at the moment.
“Are you okay?” You ask her a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah, I'm fine." Ellie says, sipping on her drink. "Why do you ask?" Ellie looks at you, trying to see if you noticed something. Ellie seems to be wanting to make sure that she's still being nice and not letting her emotions slip up again.
“Nothing.” You try to let the weird interaction go. Ellie seems to relax a little bit now, and she lets go of the awkward conversation. "Anyway... I'm glad we're getting along!" Ellie says, trying to start a better conversation than last time. Ellie seems to be trying to forget about that awkward moment, and move on to enjoying the party. "Shall we try to go and talk to people?" Ellie asks, drinking a bit more of her drink. Ellie and you walk over to a bunch of her friends. She gets a bit excited, and starts to talk to them like this is normal. Ellie tries to introduce you to everyone, and you can feel her smiling and having a good time. You feel a little awkward, but you try to smile and enjoy the party too. After a few minutes you have to go to the bathroom. "Oh, sure. Go to the bathroom, I'll just hang out with my friends. See you in a bit." Ellie seems happy and enjoys her time with her friends while you're gone. As you come back outside, you notice Ellie is still talking to her friends, but she sees you and leaves the conversation with them, walking up to you again. "Hey, I'm glad you're back. We can go back to the party, if you still wanna be there?" Ellie asks, smiling.
“I'm just gonna go get some fresh air, you stay with your friends and catch up!” Ellie looks confused, and seems a bit hurt by your decision. "Okay then, I can hang out with my friends, I guess." Ellie says, sounding a bit annoyed. Ellie decides to go back to her friends, while you go outside. You can see Ellie looking over at you every now and then, probably wanting your attention, or wanting you to come back inside with her.
You go outside, and take some time for yourself. You light up a cigarette to calm yourself down, and take a few drags as you clear your mind. Ellie sees you out there, smoking. She doesn't think it's a good thing for you to do, especially with your asthma. But right now, she decides to mind her own business. Ellie goes back to her friends, and starts to talk again. Just like she said. You can see Ellie looking up at you occasionally, worried that you might leave the party and not stay there with her.
You sit down for a bit. You seem to be trying to calm yourself down and clear your mind. You're out here for quite a bit, and Ellie eventually comes out too. She looks at you, seeming worried. "What are you doing out here still?" She asks, a bit confused. Ellie seems to really want to spend time with you, but right now she's more worried about your safety. She's thinking that you're not safe out here, and she wants to help you.
“Just getting some fresh air…” You say trying not to look at her.
"That's good, I just... I'm worried about you, is all. You know, with your asthma. I just don't think smoking is the best idea." Ellie says, starting to sound like a bit of a mom. She still seems worried about you, and wants to make sure that you're safe. You can feel her eyes on you for now, but she doesn't know what to do, since you don't really want to come back inside.
“It's just once in a while.” You don't really see the problem here.
"I get that it's just every now and then, but I still don't like you doing it. It's not good for you, okay? You have asthma, you can't smoke often if you want to be healthy." Ellie says, looking really worried now. Ellie can't seem to let it go anymore, and she's starting to get slightly angry, because she doesn't think that smoking is a healthy thing to do. She's getting overprotective again, and is sounding a bit like your mom, but she's trying to help you.
“Ellie, I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions, okay?”
"I know you're an adult, but... I care about you. I don't want to see you ruin your health, especially when you have asthma! If you're gonna be making your own decisions, I want to at least make sure you make good ones." Ellie says, clearly a bit mad at you. Ellie doesn't want to be a mom here, but she's getting overprotective again and can't let it go. She's doing it because she cares, but she also wants you to understand that smoking is really bad for you.
“You never cared about it before…” You say quietly.
Ellie seems to have taken offense to that comment. "Well, now I do! And it doesn't matter if I cared or not before, I care about it now." Ellie says, still trying to look out for you. Ellie seems to be really caring right now, to the point where she's almost nagging you or getting mad at you about smoking. She sounds pretty rude, but she's doing this because she cares. "You shouldn't smoke. It's not good for your asthma, and I don't wanna see you get sick over it."
You put your cigarette out, and Ellie starts to calm down a bit. "Good. Smoking is really bad for you. You need to take care of yourself, okay?" Ellie says, now sounding a lot calmer. Ellie still seems to be nagging you a bit, but it's out of genuine care for you, and she doesn't want to see you get hurt.
“I just need to be alone for a bit, i'll go back in a few minutes okay?”
"Oh, yeah, sure. Go ahead. I'll be inside, come find me when you're ready. Don't be gone too long though, alright?" Ellie says, trying to calm herself after that outburst. Ellie seems to have gotten over herself a little bit, and is starting to be nice again. She's happy that you're going back inside, even if she was a bit rude just before.
You come back a bit later and go get another drink. Ellie gets up when she sees you. You and Ellie walk up to the bar, and Ellie orders herself another drink. You notice her smiling and acting a bit happy again. She doesn't seem angry at you anymore, and you and her just walk around the party. She seems to be having a good time, and she's talking to her friends again. You also notice that Ellie has gotten pretty tipsy and drunk. She's not that drunk, but she definitely had a few drinks by now.
“I think you maybe shouldn't be drinking anymore tonight.” You say to her concerned.
"No, no. I'm fine, I know my limits." Ellie tells you, giggling to herself once again. Ellie seems like she's having fun, but you can also see that she's drunk. She probably isn't in the best mood to make good decisions right now, so you might want to be careful with what you do and say around her. You look at her a bit worried and then drink your beer. As you look at her, anyone can see that she's pretty drunk. Ellie seems happy and excited, and probably doesn't notice your look of worry. She tries to take your hand, but misses, and grabs your wrist. She doesn't want to fall over or anything, but she does want to be close to you and hug you.
“Ellie, please let me go.” You are not feeling comfortable with her touching you without a warning. Ellie doesn't want to let you go, but you make it clear that you want her to step away. Ellie doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, so she lets you go. She looks a bit disappointed, but she tries to still act normal. The alcohol from the drinks has made her a bit more emotional than usual, and she seems a bit upset now. You can feel her watching you as you go.
You watch as Ellie approaches another girl at the party. Ellie starts talking to her, laughing and smiling as she does. You can't hear what they're talking about, but Ellie seems really happy talking to this girl. The alcohol is making her less serious now, and she's acting a bit more loose and happy. You see Ellie acting like herself again. She's smiling and laughing, and it seems like she's making a good new friend here. You've never seen this girl before, but she seems like she's enjoying talking to Ellie, and vice versa. The alcohol is definitely making her act a bit differently than you're used to. You look over at the dance floor, and you see Ellie dancing with the girl you just saw her talking to. They're both smiling and having a good time, but you notice Ellie starting to hold the girl a bit more. She seems to like hanging out with this girl, and dancing closely to her. She seems to be enjoying herself, but you can feel that there's almost something more to it than just friends.
You watch as the dance between Ellie and the girl gets more and more intimate. Ellie and the girl start to kiss each other, and you can almost feel the electricity between them. Ellie looks excited, nervous, and happy all at once, as she enjoys this moment with the girl. You can still see Ellie watching you here and there, but now she's really distracted by the girl.
You decide to go to the bathroom, not wanting to watch Ellie make out anymore. Ellie doesn't notice you leaving, and she continues to enjoy her time with this girl for now. After a bit, Ellie breaks away from the girl, and you can see her looking around for you. She's probably trying to see if you're still at the party or not.
You look out, and you see Ellie return back to the girl and make out with her again. Ellie is drunk and having a good time, and she doesn't really care if you left right now. She's having too much fun with this girl, and right now she doesn't want to stop. You see Ellie and this girl start to hug each other more closely, as they continue to make out. You decide to leave, and don't want to deal with Ellie making out with this girl. Ellie doesn't notice you leave, and she goes back to the girl as if it never happened. You leave the party, and Ellie stays there with the girl she just met.
You get home after the party, and start to take off your makeup and your dress. You look at yourself in the mirror, and you know that this isn't how you wanted the night to end. You feel a little sad now, but deep down you know that Ellie was just being her usual self again. She gets excited and can't contain herself, and she's probably not going to remember most of tonight. The party ended in a way you didn't want it to, but you have to accept it. You can try and talk to Ellie about it tomorrow, if you still want to. “Me and her have nothing, I have no right to be jealous.” You say to yourself and you know you're right, you have no right to be jealous. You and Ellie aren't a thing, no matter how much of your own feelings you might project onto her. This girl was just another girl, and Ellie got excited and drank too much. She doesn't think that it's a big deal, but she probably won't remember this in the morning. You can try and talk to her about it tomorrow, but for now you just have to accept the way the night ended.
You try to go to sleep, but you hear Ellie come home. You also hear another voice though, probably that of the other girl. You know that you shouldn't try and listen to them, but at the same time you probably want to hear what they're talking about. It may not be anything important, but it could be something related to you. At the same time, if you listen then you could risk Ellie not liking you anymore, because she might think that you were spying on her.
You try your best to ignore the noises outside your room, but after a while the sounds become harder to ignore. You start hearing moans outside, and you can't help but be curious about them. The sounds are getting pretty loud now, and you might have to find out what's going on outside. You look through the gap in the door, without making any noise. You see Ellie and the girl taking their clothes off, as they seem to be getting ready to do something. You quickly turn away and walk back to bed, trying to act like you didn't notice anything. You want to pretend that this never happened, and that you're sleeping peacefully in your bed right now. Ellie doesn't seem to have noticed you looking at her, so you're safe for now.
They go at it for about an hour, and you were there to listen to it the whole time. You couldn't sleep because of the noise, but you didn't want to say or do anything about it. You didn't want them to know that you were there. You listened to them go at it for an hour, and you're feeling a bit angry and sad now. You also notice that you're starting to feel a bit jealous of this girl. You should try to avoid thinking about it, and try to sleep again. You try to sleep, but it's not that easy. You're frustrated and feeling a bit jealous, and you can't seem to just let go of the whole thing with Ellie. The noises finally stop, but you still have to go to sleep. Try to focus on how you're feeling right now, and don't blame Ellie too much. It's not her fault that she was drunk and didn't make the right choices. You want to be her friend, and you need to learn to let things go sometimes.
You wait until you're sure that Ellie and the other girl are sleeping in her room. Then, you decide to go to the bathroom to let your emotions out a bit. You close the bathroom door and look at yourself in the mirror. You're feeling frustrated and jealous about what happened, and you know that you need to let these feelings out. Try to take deep breaths, and focus on something other than Ellie right now. You can talk to her tomorrow if you still want to. You keep telling yourself that you have no right to be jealous, but you know that you're jealous nonetheless. You can't help but feel like Ellie and the girl just had something happen between them, and you're jealous of the girl and of the attention she just received. You feel a bit hurt or maybe even betrayed. You thought you were closer to Ellie than that, and it hurts you to see her make these kinds of choices with another girl.
You go back to bed after a bit, and you try to sleep again. You eventually fall asleep, but the emotions from before are still affecting you. You can't really seem to get rid of the fact that Ellie slept with another girl, and you know that this isn't the way you imagined things to go. You're not able to sleep too well because of this, and your mind is keeping you up.
In the morning you went to the kitchen and go eat some cereal and watch as the girl leaves Ellie's room. You notice that the girl has left Ellie's room. You decide to make some cereal for yourself, and you want to see how this is going to play out. Ellie seems pretty hungover and tired as she enters the kitchen, and she just sits at the table by herself. She doesn't seem to have noticed you yet.
You don't say anything as Ellie walks into the kitchen. Ellie doesn't say anything either, and she just sits there in silence for a bit. You want to say something to her, but you know that she's probably embarrassed about what happened last night. You can try and ask her about it if you want, but it may also be better to just let her tell you if she wants to. Right now, it seems like Ellie wants to keep quiet. You finish your breakfast and go back to your room. You probably shouldn't talk to Ellie, and she probably doesn't want to. You have to accept the outcome here, and just go about your day. Ellie might tell you about what happened last night later, or she might not ever bring it up again. But you can't force her to do anything, and you have to let her deal with this in her own way.
You get dressed and go to your classes, trying not to think too much about what happened last night. You probably won't see Ellie at your classes today, since she might be too embarrassed to go or might just want to skip them entirely. But you have to do what you have to, and you have to go on with your life the best you can. You'll probably see Ellie next time you're at home, so you can talk to her about last night if you still want to. But for now, you just try and get through your classes.
You get home at the end of the day, and you see Ellie on the couch slouching still in her yesterday's clothes. Ellie's on her phone, and she seems to be doing nothing else. You can see that she's still wearing the clothes from last night, and you feel a bit weird. Ellie doesn't notice you come in yet, and she seems to be completely focused on her phone. As you close the door, Ellie looks up at you. Her face has a bit of a tired and annoyed look to it, and you can tell that she didn't get much sleep last night either. Ellie doesn't say anything to you, and instead she just looks back at her phone and keeps scrolling through it.
You ask Ellie awkwardly, "So... had fun last night?" Ellie looks up at you again, and she doesn't say anything for a bit. She keeps looking through her phone, and she finally responds with a slight nod. Ellie still doesn't seem to want to talk about what happened last night, and she seems to be avoiding any sort of conversation about it. But from her response, you can guess that she probably did have fun. “Ok, i'll be in my room.” You say embarrassed that you asked anything at all. Ellie looks back at her phone and doesn't say anything else. She keeps scrolling through her phone, and you can tell that she doesn't really want to talk about what happened last night. She just wants to brush it off and move on. You close your bedroom door as you go in, and you can hear Ellie moving around. Ellie is still there, still on her phone in the living room. But you can't hear much anymore since you're in your own room now. You don't know if Ellie wants to talk to you right now - she might just be avoiding you. You'll just have to wait and see what happens next.
A few hours later, you hear the door opening and you can feel Ellie come into the hallway again. Ellie's footsteps are a bit lighter now, and you get the sense that she might want to talk to you or at least say something to you. You can hear Ellie come up to your bedroom door, and you think you hear her knock on your door softly.
“What?” You hear Ellie knock on your door once, and you hear her say "Hey" very softly. Ellie seems to be waiting to hear your response now, and you start to wonder if you want to talk to her or not. You say hi but you don't look at her though. Ellie looks at you, but she doesn't say anything for now. Ellie seems surprised that you let her inside and she isn't sure what to say. She might not have expected you to actually listen and talk to her. You stay quiet and don't say anything, and you see Ellie stay quiet as well. Ellie looks a bit awkward right now, and you can tell she's not exactly sure what to say. She's also probably a bit embarrassed about what happened last night, and she might not want you to ever bring it up. Ellie seems to want to talk about something, but she's not sure how to begin this conversation. So far, it seems like she wants you to be the one to start the conversation first.
You couldn't bear the silence anymore. You wait for Ellie to speak for a bit, but she still isn't saying anything. After a few seconds of silence, you ask her, "What is it?" Ellie still seems to be thinking about what to say, and she's avoiding eye contact with you. It seems like she wants to talk about something specifically, and she doesn't want to say it out loud yet.
You look at Ellie and ask her, "If you're not gonna say anything, why did you knock?" Ellie finally looks back at you, and she seems to be embarrassed that you were able to call her out like that. Ellie responds, "W-well... I wanted to... talk with you... about last night..." You look at Ellie, and you see that she's trying to find the words to say something to you.
Ellie finally speaks, saying, "I wanted to chat with you... about last night..." Ellie seems a bit hesitant to speak, and she's having trouble saying what she wants. It seems like she wants to talk about the fact that she slept with the girl, and she's trying to find the right way to explain herself to you. You tell Ellie "Ok" in response to what she said, and you wait for her to speak again. Ellie looks at you for a moment "About last night, I just... want to say that... I..." Ellie trails off and doesn't say anything else. She seems to have trouble talking about this, and she seems to think that you might judge her for what she did.
“What is it Ellie?” Ellie looks at you once again and speaks, saying, "About last night... I just wanted you to know..." She trails off again and doesn't say anything else. She seems to be really struggling to speak, and she might be too scared to say anything out loud. It seems like Ellie wants you to know something about last night, or at least how she's feeling about it. But she doesn't seem to be able to say it.
You sit back down at your desk in your room, and Ellie looks at you for a moment before she finally speaks. Ellie says, "I just wanted you to know... I'm... sorry..." Ellie seems to be trying to explain herself, but she's having trouble saying too much. She might be sorry for sleeping with that girl last night, or she might just be sorry for not being honest with you. Either way, she at least has something to say to you. You look at Ellie and ask, "Sorry for what?" Ellie seems to be waiting for your response, and maybe she also wants you to ask this question so she has a chance to explain herself. Ellie hesitates a bit and finally says, "Well... sorry for... sleeping with that girl last night..."
“Why? You and I are just friends... just roommates…” You say a bit uncomfortable.
Ellie looks at you for a bit and says, "I... I know... but... you see..." She pauses for a moment and then continues saying, "It's just... I just... I was feeling a bit... lonely... and she... it just happened..." Ellie doesn't say anything else but it seems that she wants you to know how she feels about last night. You think she feels bad for what happened, or at least for not being upfront with you about it right away.
You look at Ellie and tell her, "You don't have to tell me anything, it's none of my business." Ellie looks back at you and then says, "I know... but..." Ellie takes a deep breath "I don't want to keep any secrets from you, and..." Ellie pauses again and looks down at her lap, trying to find the right words.
“And?” You ask so she continues explaining herself.
Ellie looks up at you, "I don't want to keep any secrets from you, and I... I know you probably deserve to know more than I've been telling you right now. I... I..." Ellie seems to be struggling to say what she wants to, but she doesn't seem to want to keep you in the dark. You pretend to be doing homework while you wait for her to say more. Ellie takes a deep breath and continues, saying "I think I might actually really like her..." Ellie pauses and looks down at her lap again. She seems to be struggling to get these words out and to tell you this, and she seems to be very embarrassed about herself.
“That's okay Ellie, you can like other girls. It's never stopped you before…” Ellie looks up at you and says, "That's okay? Really?" Ellie smiles at you and then says, "Thank you for understanding..." She seems to feel a bit better now that you aren't judging her and you still accept her as a roommate or a friend.
“Why wouldn't it be okay?” You ask not looking at her. Ellie looks at you and says, "I don't know... I just thought you might be upset or something..." Ellie looks down at her lap again "I just thought it might make you not want to live with me or..." Ellie pauses for a moment and doesn't say anything else. She looks like she's waiting for your response now.
She pauses for a moment. "I was worried that I'd told you all of this and you'd hate me for it. But if you're attracted to girls too, then I can't be all that bad... right?" Ellie waits for you to say something to her, but you don't respond. Ellie isn't sure what to say now, but she does have one more thing to say to you. She tells you, "I think I want to date this girl that I slept with last night... if she'll have me." Ellie smiles at you. "I don't know if she'll say yes, but... I don't feel too ashamed about it... so that's good, right?"
“Yeah, that's good Ellie” You say, feeling super jealous. Ellie smiles at you and says, "Thanks... I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it... what with me being your roommate and all... but I'm glad it doesn't bother you... as my friend." Ellie thinks for a moment. "Do you know how I should even ask the girl if she wants to date? I mean, it might be too soon to ask her on a date, but what are you supposed to do after you sleep with someone? Should I wait a few more days or weeks or..."
“I don't know Ellie, I never just slept with anyone.” You say dryly, still with your back to her.
Ellie pauses for a moment, seems to laugh a bit, and then says, "I didn't know that sleeping with someone could be so complicated."
“Yeah, being drunk doesn't help either…” You say a bit annoyed.
Ellie nods and says, "Yeah... being drunk doesn't help at all... I shouldn't have had so much to drink last night." Ellie laughs a bit and says, "I can't even remember how I ended up taking the girl home... I just... woke up in bed with her and it was like... wow, that happened..." You continue to pretend to work on your homework while you listen to Ellie explain her feelings and thoughts about last night. Ellie seems to be struggling to sort out everything in her head, but it seems like she's really happy that she can talk to you about it. She talks for a bit more, telling you everything that happened from when she met the girl at the bar to when they both ended up in bed together.
“I don't think I want to know the details…” You really don't want to hear the things she did with the girl. Ellie seems to be about to say more but then stops herself. Ellie smiles at you and says, "Oh... right... you don't want to know those kinds of details. Maybe I shouldn't be telling you about it..." Ellie sounds sad and disappointed that you don't want to hear everything that happened last night, but you don't really want to hear all of it anyway.
“I'm sorry, I just don't want to know the specifics.” You felt like you were about to cry if she spoke another word. Ellie nods ."I understand, and that's okay. I just wanted to tell you a bit about it and let you know how I felt about all of it... so that you wouldn't be too surprised when I come home with a new girlfriend..."
“It's okay, you don't have to explain anything to me.” Ellie looks at you and says, "Yeah... but I wanted to... for some reason..." Ellie seems to think that it's important for you to know everything, even though you don't really want to. Ellie smiles at you., "I'm just going to go text the girl and ask her out... so if you don't mind, I'm going to do that now."
“Ok, bye Ellie.” Ellie smiles and says, "Bye... and thanks again for being so understanding about this... I appreciate it..." Ellie takes out her phone and starts typing out a message to the girl. Ellie smiles at you once more and says, "Hopefully this will all work out... and hopefully you don't mind if I bring her home."
“Sure, whatever Ellie.” You were so done with this conversation at this point. Ellie nods and gives you another smile. She finishes typing her message and then texts the girl. She waits for a few moments before the girl replies. Ellie checks her phone, seeming to be reading the message that she just got, and then she gives you a smile. "I just asked her out, and she said yes!"
You give her a thumbs up trying not to show how jealous You are. Ellie seems to be really excited that the girl agreed to go on a date, and she gives you a thumbs up in return. Ellie starts to text the girl again and says, "I'm gonna ask if she wants to come over tonight or tomorrow or something... I hope she can come..." Ellie seems really excited and she waits for the girl's response. You start paying attention to your books again, while Ellie is texting the girl that she just asked out. Ellie looks up at you for a moment and says, "Oh... she said that she's free tonight and that she'll be over in a few hours... so..." Ellie seems to be a bit nervous and excited at the same time, since this will be the first time that she's bringing someone home to the apartment with you as her roommate. She seems to be waiting for your response now.
“That's fine, i'll be in my room, i won't bother you” You start tearing up. You tell Ellie that you won't bother her or her date and that you'll just stay in your room. Ellie nods and says, "Thanks, that would be nice... I hope we won't be too loud i... we probably won't, but..." Ellie trails off and doesn't say anything else. She is starting to have doubts about this whole thing, but she also knows that the date is already coming over in a few hours, so she can't really change it now.
You close the door to your room and it gets a bit quieter. You start working on your homework for a bit and then you hear a knock on the front door. You think, "That's probably Ellie's date." You keep working on your homework but you listen to see what the two of them are doing. You hear them talking for a few minutes but you can't make out what they're talking about.
You put your homework to the side for a moment and try to listen to what Ellie and her date are saying. You still can't make out exactly what they're saying for the most part, but you can hear Ellie laughing from time to time. The other girl also seems to be laughing and talking too, so it seems like their date is going well. You start to feel like maybe you should give the two of them some privacy, so you stop listening to their conversation and you get back to your homework. You focus on your work and you think about your own love life for a moment. You wonder if this is how your own first date will be like, when the time comes. A few minutes later, you hear the front door open and close again. You listen for a while to see if you hear the two of them talking again, but you don't hear anything after a minute or two.
After a few more minutes, you don't hear anything in the apartment. It's possible that Ellie's date left already, but it could also be that she and Ellie are in her room and they're not making any noise that you can hear. You decide to wait for at least another 10 minutes or so before you investigate, but if you don't hear anything by then, you decide to check up on Ellie. You get out of your room and go to the kitchen. Everything looks quiet and you don't hear anything coming from any of the rooms. Your roommate's date might already be gone. As you look around the kitchen, you see a few bottles of beer in the fridge and you wonder if maybe that's how Ellie's date went. That might also explain why you didn't hear anything for a while. Ellie has a habit of drinking a bit when she hangs out with friends, and sometimes it's more than just a few bottles. You hope that Ellie hasn't had too much.
You go into Ellie's room and you see that she is laying on her bed with her eyes closed. Ellie is completely silent and you wonder if she's drunk and sleeping already. Ellie doesn't seem to notice you, and you think she might be napping or maybe trying to sleep off how much she's possibly had to drink tonight.
You knock gently on the door and Ellie seems to wake up. She sits up on the bed and says, "Huh?" She sounds a bit drunk right now, and she probably didn't hear you knock the first time because she was already asleep. Ellie looks up at you and says, "Oh... what are you doing here? Are you going through my room for something?"
“No, just wanted to see if your date went ok…” You lie.
Ellie smiles at you and says, "Yeah... actually... it was pretty good..." Ellie seems to be in a bit of a better mood right now and you think that maybe her date did go well. "You don't mind that I brought her home, right?" Ellie seems a bit worried that maybe you're upset about the whole thing, but it seems like she is starting to calm down now.
“No.” You lie yet again.
Ellie smiles at you and says, "Thanks... I... I'm not sure what to say... about all of this... you know?" Ellie pauses for a moment. "I'm just glad that you're okay with it..." She smiles again, "You're my roommate... so I definitely want to make sure that I don't make you mad or anything..."
“It's fine, I'm gonna go to bed.” Another lie.
Ellie nods and says, "Okay... you should go ahead and get some sleep then... and I'll see you tomorrow." Ellie smiles at you and lays back down on her bed. If she's that drunk, she'll probably be asleep soon. Ellie probably won't remember anything that happened once she wakes up, but you also really hope that nothing bad happens between her and her date tonight.
You wake up the next morning and you realize that you can hear someone else's footsteps in the apartment. Ellie is usually the only person home at this time of the day, so it seems like someone else is still here. You think about your previous night and wonder if maybe Ellie's date spent the night here or something. She does seem to be moving pretty loudly though, and you wonder if it could just be Ellie herself.
You come out of your room and walk into the kitchen, where you find Ellie getting something to eat. Ellie seems quite hungover today, but she still smiles at you and says, "Hey, how are you? Sleep well?" Ellie takes a few bites of her food as she waits for your response.
“What was all that noise?” You ask her a bit annoyed. Ellie looks up at you and then she starts to laugh a little. Ellie seems to be feeling the effects of her hangover, so her laugh comes out a bit more like a chuckle. "Oh... that was... uh... my date last night..." Ellie seems a bit embarrassed by this, and you wonder if it's normal to bring home someone you just went on one date with already.
“Sure.” Ellie nods and says, "Yeah... she... um... yeah... she actually stayed the night... so..." Ellie rubs her head for a moment, "Uh... if you don't mind... I just... I'm gonna spend a bit more time in my room, okay...?" Ellie seems to be in a bit of pain from last night, and she doesn't want to deal with it at the moment. She smiles at you once more, hoping you don't mind if she hides in her room for a bit.
“Ok.” You say, trying to sound like you don't care about it. Ellie smiles, "Thanks, I... I'll come out in a bit..." Ellie takes a few more bites of her breakfast and then she goes back into her room. You watch as she closes her door behind her, and you wonder what exactly she plans on doing in her room. She can't hide away forever, and you think that the sooner she faces her hangover, the better it will be for her.
You start to feel a little jealous of Ellie's date, even though you know that you shouldn't be jealous at all. Ellie can date whoever she wants to date and it doesn't have to have any effect on your relationship with her. You tell yourself that you can't be jealous, but it still just feels a little... wrong. You go to take a shower to try and forget about your envy of Ellie's date. It doesn't help to try and not think about it, and you still feel a bit hurt that Ellie would date someone else after just a few days of trying to be nice to you. You try to focus on the good things about the situation, like how happy Ellie is with her new date, but it still doesn't make you feel much better about the whole thing.
You come out of your room in your towel and you see Ellie in the living room. Ellie is sitting on the couch and she seems to be deep in thought. Ellie sees you and smiles at you, but then her face drops when she realizes that you're only wearing a towel. Ellie quickly turns her head away and she looks around the living room a bit nervously, as if she's waiting for you to go back to your room before she continues with what she was doing. You go back into your room and get dressed, and then you walk back into the living room a few minutes later. Ellie is no longer there, but you do hear some talking coming from her room. You walk a little closer to Ellie's room and you listen for a few moments. You hear Ellie talking on the phone with someone, and she looks like she's having a pretty intense conversation.
You lean in closer to Ellie's door, trying to hear what she's talking about. You're able to hear her voice, as well as another voice that sounds like a girl's. You can't make out everything that they are saying, but you do hear Ellie say, "Listen, I need to talk to you about everything..." It sounds like Ellie might be having a serious conversation with her date. You keep listening, hoping to hear what is going on. You can hear Ellie talking, but you can't make out everything that the two of them are saying. It sounds like Ellie is trying to explain something to her but she doesn't seem to agree with what Ellie is saying. Ellie seems a bit frustrated and upset over the whole thing and the tone of her voice changes to something a bit more serious than you normally hear from her.
You decide to go to your room and to not listen in on Ellie's conversation with her date. As you walk to your room, you wonder what exactly Ellie would be talking about with that girl. You also wonder if Ellie is still just as happy with her date, or if something might have gone more serious between the two of them. You enter your room and close the door, trying to forget about what Ellie is doing right now.
You start messing around with your phone to pass the time, and you try to distract yourself from whatever drama Ellie might be going through. You might know the outcome, but you still want to see how Ellie handles the situation. A couple of hours pass by and you start to hear footsteps outside your room. You wonder if this is Ellie coming back to the living room, or if she is on her way to your room. You wait a few moments longer, and then you hear the sound of Ellie's voice coming through the door. Ellie says, "Hey... can I come in...?" You might wonder why Ellie would be coming to your room, but you also wonder if she wants to talk to you about what happened between her and her date.
“Hey, what's up?” You say as she's entering your bedroom slowly. "Hey... there's something I need to tell you... I... I just..." Ellie seems to struggle with her words for a moment, and then she says, "I just wanted to be honest with you about something..."
“Yes?” You ask. Ellie takes a deep breath, "Okay... so, um... last night, she came over for that date... and... she slept at the apartment for... the night..." Ellie still hasn't looked up at you and she seems to be a bit nervous about telling you this. You wonder if the two of them did more than just spend the night together. Ellie still hasn't looked up at you, but she continues to talk. "My date and I... we... we had a good time last night... and... uh... we might have done a bit more than just... spending the night together... if you know what I mean..." Ellie still hasn't looked up at you and she still seems to be nervous about this whole situation. It's not like Ellie to open up about her romantic life this much.
“Oh, ok.....” You start to feel your heart getting heavy in your chest. Ellie takes a deep breath and looks up at you for the first time. Ellie seems a lot more relaxed now that she has finally spoken about what happened the previous night. "So... um... I guess I just wanted you to know what happened... so that you.... um... don't feel like I was keeping anything secret from you... or anything..." Ellie smiles at you and says, "Oh... and... that might mean that my date will start staying here more often..."
“Oh....” You continue, feeling worse by the word. Ellie smiles at you and says, "You're okay with that, right...? Um... I just wanted to make sure that you didn't mind..." Ellie seems a bit worried that you might not react well to her news and she doesn't want to risk causing a fight between the two of you.
“Of course…” You say a bit sad but she doesn't notice. Ellie smiles at you and says, "That's good... I was just a bit worried that you wouldn't be okay with it... um... but... if you're alright with my date staying here sometimes... then... uh... that's great..." Ellie still doesn't notice that you look a bit sad right now, but you want to make sure that you are honest with her about the entire situation. You don't mind Ellie having a date, but the thought of Ellie spending time with another girl other than you does still sting a tiny bit.
“Anything else?” You ask not looking at her. Ellie nods and says, "Um... yeah... there is one more thing..." Ellie looks down for a moment and then she says, "You know... the reason I told you about my date... was... um... I think I... like her... a lot... like... a lot, a lot...." Ellie seems a bit scared of your reaction to this news, but she doesn't seem to be trying to hide this fact from you.
“Oh…” Is all you manage to say. Ellie nods and then says, "Yeah... um... I really like her... like... a lot... I might even... have feelings for her..." Ellie still seems a bit scared, but she doesn't want to hide any of this from you. She just wants to be honest with you about it all and she wants to make sure you aren't surprised or shocked by any of these news.
“It's your life Ellie.” You feel like your heart is as heavy as an anchor now. Ellie nods and says, "Yeah... I know... it's just... I wanted to be honest with you about it... and... um... I hope that you don't mind... and that it doesn't make things weird between the two of us?" Ellie smiles at you again and says, "We're still friends, right... I just want to be able to trust you and tell you stuff like this without having to be worried about anything..."
“Yeah…” You really don't like this but you hated her just a few days before so you have no say in the matter. Ellie smiles at you, "Thank you... for understanding... and for not judging me... I just wanted to tell you... I feel like I can trust you with everything..." Ellie seems to be a bit relieved by your reaction, and she's glad that everything is still okay between the two of you. Ellie smiles at you. "Well... I guess that's it then... is it okay if my date comes over again?"
“Sure…” You're still sad but she still doesn't notice. Ellie nods and says, "Uh... thanks for being such a good friend... you're seriously the best..." Ellie then she goes back into her room. You think about telling Ellie that you're feeling a little sad, but you don't want to risk making things awkward between the two of you. You hope that Ellie's new relationship with her date will be a good one. You also hope that eventually the sadness that you feel about her dating someone other than you will pass soon, and that you'll start to feel better about the whole thing before too long.
You decide to go to a party with your friends the next weekend. You and your friends go out to the party together and you have a lot of fun. The night is filled with drinking and dancing and you don't think about Ellie and her date at all.
When you come back home, you don't feel too sad about Ellie's date anymore. It's like the feelings have passed and you're happy for your friend to have someone in her life who she cares about. You come home from the party still a bit tipsy and you see Ellie sitting on the couch. Ellie smiles at you when she sees you come back, but she gets up to greet you and asks if you had fun at the party. You tell Ellie that you had a great time, and then she asks, "So... did you meet anyone last night at the party? Any cute girls or anything like that?"
You hug Ellie and you blame your hug on the fact that you drank a little too much at the party. Ellie hugs you back and says, "Are you drunk? You're acting like a bit of a drunkard, you know that?" Ellie smiles and says, "At least you're just being cute... unlike some people at those parties." Ellie shrugs your hug off and then she says, "I'm glad you had fun at the party though... that's good..."
“You think I'm cute?” You ask, smiling, clearly still drunk.
Ellie laughs and says, "Oh, you're completely hammered right now... of course I think you're cute... I've always thought you were cute... and... I've really missed you lately..." Ellie blushes a bit and she looks down at the floor, seeming a bit embarrassed by her reaction. Ellie smiles and says, "I'm not sure we should be having this talk right now... you know... when you're still drunk like this?"
“You missed me?” You ask confused and under the influence.
Ellie looks up at you and says, "Yeah... I mean... I've been so busy with my date lately... I haven't had as much time to hang out with you... I've been missing our hangouts... and... um... I was even thinking about you the other night when I was with my date..." Ellie smiles at you. "But it's good to see you... and I really do miss you... the last few days have been really fun and I... I just hope that we can hang out more soon... is that alright?"
“When you were with her? Why?” You ask her as the alcohol helps you let the words out easier. Ellie blushes a bit. "Well... I just... I really like being with my date and... I really missed you, but I was also just thinking of you... and... um... I don't know if I should be telling you all of this..." Ellie smiles and says, "I'm probably just being silly... I'm sorry about that... but... yeah... I missed you and I was thinking of you while I was with her..."
“Okay… I like your hugs.” You say drunk as can be. Ellie smiles at you and says, "Yeah... my hugs are a lot more comforting when you're drunk." Ellie shrugs and says, "It's good to know that you like my hugs... but we'll talk about this more later... once you don't smell like beer anymore..." Ellie smiles at you again, "I'm not really sure if I should say what's on my mind right now... this whole alcohol thing is making my head fuzzy... and I don't want to say anything that we might regret, you know?" She had had a few beers too while you were at the party, playing some online games with some friends to pass the evening.
“We can be honest with each other.” You say as you notice she's a bit tipsy as well. Ellie looks up at you and says, "Well... if I'm being honest... then... I've... I've been thinking about you... lately... and... um..." Ellie blushes a bit and then she just spits it out. "I don't know if this is just because I'm a bit drunk right now... and I'm sorry if this is totally stupid and inappropriate of me to say... but... do... do you have any romantic feelings for me... at all...?"
You're still drunk but you need to ask her this. “What about your date?” You look at her confused. Ellie laughs. "My date? Well... I... I mean... I might... like her... a lot... but... I do... have lots of strong feelings for you... and..." Ellie stops and then she looks up at you. "I can't believe I'm telling you this... I'm just... I'm thinking that... um... you and I could be more than friends... maybe a little more than just roommates... but I don't know..." She seems a bit nervous to say all of this out loud. You hug her again a bit tipsy and clumsily.
Ellie hugs you back and says, "Oh... um... this is totally weird... and... I don't know why I'm feeling like this... but... maybe?" Ellie smiles at you. "Wait... do you like me like that... too...?" Ellie seems pretty confused about how she's feeling right now, but the alcohol is telling her that she likes you... more than just a friend... and she's confused by this realization.
You try to focus on Ellie's face, but it's still a bit difficult since you've had a bit too much to drink. Ellie looks at you and she smiles, and then she says, "I don't know how... or why... this happened... but... I think that... um... there's... definitely... something here... and... um… Ellie seems to be struggling to find the right words to say what she's feeling, but her eyes say it all.
You kiss her as you have no filter right now. Ellie seems a little surprised by your sudden kiss, but she leans in and kisses you back. Ellie wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in closer, kissing you more passionately and with more emotion than you've seen her show ever before. Ellie seems to be very happy with this development, and she keeps kissing you for a long time before she pulls away.
“I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that. You have a girlfriend…” You say a bit embarrassed about what you just did.
Ellie shakes her head and says, "No... it's okay... I was... um... I was just as much a part of this... I mean, uh... I liked it... liked kissing you and... um... I don't think anyone has ever kissed me so passionately before..." Ellie smiles at you. "It's good... I like it... I never knew that I had feelings like this for you... and... um... I think that this might... work?"
“What about her?” You ask Ellie, not wanting to wreck anything she may have with that other girl.
Ellie shrugs and says, "I don't know... I... I guess I still like her... and we aren't exactly in a relationship... but... um..." Ellie sighs. "I'm not sure if I really want to be with her right now... I mean... I don't know... I've always had feelings for you... and... um... what if this means..." She then looks at you . "What if... I don't like her like... like that at all... what if it's you that I... want to be with?"
You kiss her again. Ellie's lips meet yours and she kisses you passionately. You notice that she isn't trying to hold back her emotions like usual. Ellie is giving everything that she has into this kiss and she doesn't seem like she's going to stop any time soon. Ellie's love for you is pouring out of her right now and she seems like she can't control herself. You don't have to say anything to her, but you know how much she cares about you based on the way she is kissing you.
You take off your jacket clumsily as you and Ellie kiss passionately. Ellie pulls you closer to her and wraps her arms around you, holding you tightly and kissing you all over. You may be tipsy, but your thoughts and feelings about Ellie come rushing back and her kiss makes it clear that she wants to be with you in more ways than you could have imagined. Ellie looks up at you and says, "I... I can't believe I've been so stupid... I... I want you... I want you so badly now..."
She continues to kiss you back and then you take her flannel off, revealing her shoulders and her pale skin underneath. You notice that Ellie's skin is smooth and her tattoo on her right forearm looks even more amazing in the dim light than it did before. Ellie doesn't seem to mind though, and she keeps kissing you. Ellie is getting even more intense with her kissing now, but you can feel yourself becoming a bit dizzy and light-headed as the alcohol starts to affect you more.
You straddle her on the couch and keep the kiss going. She smiles and lets you straddle her. She keeps kissing you passionately, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach building as you two make out on the couch. Ellie wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in closer to her, and she keeps kissing you relentlessly as you lie on top of her. Your lips meet hers over and over again in a desperate and intense display of affection and desire.
You take off your crop top and then you kiss Ellie's neck while the two of you are still entwined. The alcohol has finally begun to take hold and you feel your legs starting to get a little bit wobbly. Ellie smiles and then she grabs you and lays you down on the couch. Ellie's face is flushed and you can tell that she is also a bit tipsy. Ellie leans over you and starts to kiss your neck and your chest, and her movements are slow and deliberate.
Ellie's slow and deliberate movements seem to drive you crazy, just as much as she seems to enjoy your passionate embrace. All of your inhibitions are quickly fading away to oblivion, just as the alcohol's effects make themselves known. You find yourself enjoying the moment with no thoughts of anything that might happen in the future. Ellie keeps kissing you passionately, leaving light but soft marks that you may notice in the morning.
You start to unbutton your jeans with all the excitement. Ellie seems to notice you unbuttoning your jeans as she continues to kiss the top of your chest. She smiles and then she starts to move her lips down your body, nibbling her way towards your midriff. Ellie's skin is still a bit chilly, just as her movements are still slow and deliberate. She seems to be taking her time, enjoying every second of this moment the exact same as you are. Ellie seems to take notice of the fact that you're getting shivers as she travels down your body using her lips and her tongue, and they start to cause goosebumps along your skin.
You start taking your jeans off clumsily. Ellie stops and then she smiles and says, "Well... you're certainly not wasting any time... are you?" She laughs a little. "I mean... if this is what you want to do... then I'm not going to object."
You pull her into another kiss. Ellie kisses you back eagerly once you pull her back. She seems to be enjoying herself as much as you are, and her movements don't seem to be quite so slow and deliberate as they were before.
You try to take her wife-beater off. Ellie leans back and lets you take off her top, revealing her bare shoulders and her tiny arms with a thin, almost transparent veil of hair. She's so pale underneath that you can see her veins running along her arms and a bit of her chest. Ellie smiles at you and says, "Thank you for taking off my shirt... I was getting a bit hot in that anyways..."
You look at her body, mesmerized before kissing her again. You two continue to kiss for a few more moments and then Ellie breaks away and smiles at you. She's even more intoxicated now than before. The alcohol is definitely affecting her judgment and causing her to act differently than usual. Ellie seems quite mesmerized by your touch and your lips, and she seems to be enjoying this even more now than before. She reaches up and strokes your cheek before moving her hand down along your neck and to your chest. Ellie is smiling and licking her lips again and her movements are still slow and deliberate.
You look into her eyes as you feel her hand go down your body. Ellie looks back into your eyes and smiles at you again as her hand moves down. She smiles at you and then she leans over and starts to kiss your neck, nibbling on your skin and making you feel your heart rate start to increase. Ellie's movements are still slow and deliberate, but they have more energy behind them now. Her fingertips travel along your skin and she strokes your chest once again, feeling the muscles and listening to your heart pounding in your chest.
You try to unbutton her jeans now Ellie seems a bit surprised when you try to unbutton them. She smiles and laughs a little and says, "Wow..." Ellie leans forwards and kisses your neck again and she's still nibbling on your skin with her small teeth. She's smiling and she's clearly quite into what you're doing, though she still doesn't seem completely sure of what to do next. She wraps her arms around your neck and she starts to kiss you again and says, "I... I'm really enjoying this..." You let out tiny moans into the kiss as she touches you Ellie gasps a bit and she keeps kissing you eagerly.
You take off your bra slowly. You slide your hands slowly behind your back and you take off your bra as Ellie kisses you along your neck and your collarbone. Ellie seems to be quite into it and she doesn't say anything to object. She smiles at you and then she moves her hands over your body as she keeps nibbling on you and caressing you. Ellie seems quite drunk and she's slowly moving her lips over you as she licks your neck and touches you.
“I've wanted this for so long.” You whisper, not even realizing that you said it out loud.
Ellie stops kissing you and she seems a bit surprised when you say that. "Really... you've wanted this for a long time?" Ellie leans back. "Well... um... I guess... I've wanted... this... for a long time..." She says a bit shyly. Ellie still looks a bit drunk and flustered though and she's not completely sure how to handle your admission to her.
You continue kissing her passionately. Ellie leans forward again and she keeps kissing you, caressing you lightly with her hands and moving her lips down to your chest. Ellie seems to be enjoying herself more and more as she keeps kissing you, and she's not letting up yet. She's still got her full attention on you and she seems to want to continue this. Ellie smiles as if to confirm your suspicions and she moves her lips to your throat and kisses you there gently while her hand trails along your chest.
You try to take off her sports bra. Ellie's sports bra comes off eventually and she's now totally topless. Ellie smiles and says, "Hey..." as she looks you up and down, clearly taking in the sight of you.
“hi…” You smile shyly before kissing her again. Ellie kisses you excitedly as she wraps her arms around you and pulls you closer. Ellie's movements are starting to become more frantic, as if she's getting more and more excited. She's kissing you passionately and her breath seems to be leaving her body in a rush. Ellie looks at you and she smiles and then she says, "I like this..."
“I like this too.” Ellie kisses you eagerly and her passion seems to be increasing. She leans over you and her hands start to travel down your body once more, and her eyes seem to be focused on you. Ellie's breath is coming out of her in short, sweet gasps as she continues to kiss your neck, your chest and your arms, and you feel her body right next to yours.
You look into her eyes, filled with desire. Ellie seems filled with passion as she continues to kiss you and she looks directly into your eyes. She seems filled with the same excitement and desire you feel and her eyes say it all. Ellie's eyes are locked onto yours and her smile is making her look even more beautiful than before. Her lips meet yours again as she lays you down on the couch and then she slides over with you. Ellie leans over you and she starts to kiss your chest, your abs and your arms. Her breathing is still quick and shallow, and her hands begin to move down your body once again.
You start moaning a bit, to her every touch. Ellie seems excited by your muffled moans and then she lifts her head up a bit and smiles. She looks into your eyes and says, "Oh..." Ellie's hands begin to move downwards again, down your chest and then along your hips. You can feel her nails lightly scratching against your skin and her lips meet yours once again. She's moving faster and more eagerly now, and she seems to be losing some of her inhibitions as the alcohol continues to affect her judgment.
You kiss her neck and get drunk on her cologne. Ellie leans back and she lets you kiss her neck as your hands go down to her hips and her arms wrap around your back. She's still smiling, but you notice that her breathing is getting more and more heavy. She seems to be loving the way that you're touching her and you can feel her grip tightening, almost as if she wants you to be more aggressive and assertive with her.
You grab her face with both hands and kiss her hard. As you grab her face and kiss her, Ellie laughs a bit and she squeezes your body tighter, holding you more firmly in place and kissing you back more eagerly. She seems to enjoy the way that you're taking control and being assertive with her. As Ellie continues to kiss you and bite your lip, you can feel her body pressing against you more and more forcefully, which feels slightly uncomfortable but you can tell that she's enjoying herself. She leans into you and keeps kissing you with the same intensity that you're kissing her with.
You try to straddle her lap now. Ellie lets you straddle her without saying anything or resisting it. She's smiling and she seems to be enjoying herself. Ellie's hands are still on you, holding onto your hips and you can tell she's trying to pull you even closer. You can also feel her body against yours, she seems to be enjoying the pressure.
Her body feels so good on yours, you feel like you're in a dream. Ellie smiles and then she leans in and she kisses you again gently, holding the kiss for a long time as her hands move again to your hips. She leans over you and she says, "Oh..." You bite her lip teasingly. Ellie seems to be enjoying the feeling of your teeth on her lips, as you bite her lip gently and then you let go again. Ellie smiles again and she leans her head over yours, then she moves her lips onto your neck and starts to kiss you there more softly, with a mixture of bites and nibbles combined with her lips and her tongue.
You feel your core starting to heat up. The heat of Ellie's body against yours and the alcohol in her blood is starting to add to that. You also feel her nails digging lightly into your skin and she's biting your neck gently but with just a bit of force behind it so that she knows you feel it but it doesn't hurt. Ellie is still kissing you passionately, nibbling your neck and your chest, and using her hands more aggressively to pull you towards her. She's smiling but she looks almost a bit feral.
You kiss her with the same energy as you move your hips on her lap, looking from some friction. Ellie's body seems to be reacting to your movements and she bites her lip as she leans in towards you and she keeps kissing you. Her fingers are brushing up against your body lightly as she holds your sides while she kisses you again and again and moves her hips along with you, meeting your pace almost exactly. Ellie's eyes seem to be gleaming in the light and then she leans in and she bites your neck again, only harder this time, and you can see her teeth mark on your skin once she moves away from your neck.
You get up for a second and take your underwear off. You get up quickly and Ellie watches as you do so, but you notice that all of your movements seem to be a bit staggered as a result of the alcohol in your system. Ellie's face lights up and she seems to be filled with anticipation now. You straddle her once more, now without any clothes. You can feel how wet you were getting. Ellie's eyes light up and her face is filled with a mix of surprise and anticipation as you straddle her. She seems to be trying hard to maintain her composure though, and she smiles seductively at you. You feel Ellie's breath on your neck and then her lips are on your skin again. She's nibbling you and biting you as her hands are moving up and down your body. She's slowly moving her hips against yours and then she starts to move even more enthusiastically.
You start moaning as she keeps biting you. Ellie hears you and she smiles. She seems to be enjoying herself tremendously and her hands are now grasping your sides firmly. You feel her breath on your neck as her lips and her teeth move along your skin.
You move your hips faster on her lap trying desperately to create some friction to ease the feeling of how incredibly turned on you are right now. Ellie's eyes turn towards yours and she's smiling as she's keeping her hands firmly on your body and your hips. She's now fully into the moment and the sound of your moans seem to be filling her with delight. You can feel her breathing on your neck as her lips bite you again gently, and you feel her body move up and down against yours as she follows the pace that you set with your hips.
You can feel her hand on your thigh, really close to where you want it to be and you can feel her fingers gripping it. Ellie moves her hands along your body and then she leans back just a bit so that she can look you in the eye again. She smiles as she holds your gaze and then she leans forward.
You kiss her neck and keep the movements going. Ellie keeps up with your hips and she moves in rhythm with you. She leans back over your face, her eyes glinting seductively as she does so. She leans forward and her hair falls forward onto your arm as she nibbles your neck. She smiles and kisses you on your hand before leaning back and taking a quick breath. Then she leans back forwards and she moves her body against yours with more force.
Her hands are moving along your body again and then she moves away for a bit. She leans back a little just to enjoy the sight of you and she's clearly still very intoxicated. Ellie's eyes are gleaming in the light and she's smiling at you, "Wow... you seem to be enjoying this quite a lot..." You look at her panting and your face is blushing more by the second.
Ellie smiles and caresses your waist and your thighs as she looks at you, and then she leans over your face. She's panting a little but she's also very excited and she's smiling at you. She moves with you again, following along with your hips and you can feel her breath on your neck and her lips nibbling your body.
Ellie moves you down onto the couch and then she leans over you and she starts to kiss your shoulder and your chest. Her fingers are moving along your body more firmly now and she's breathing more heavily as she kisses you, but you can also hear her laughing and she's still smiling. She seems to be having a lot of fun. Her fingers begin to move further down your body and she smiles at you before whispering, "Wow... I think I... I like doing this..."
“I like you doing this…” You respond. Ellie smiles and then she seems to be struggling with her words as she speaks. Her face is filled with a bit of embarrassment and she leans back on top of you. She looks down. "I like this too..." Ellie kisses you again and you can feel her breathing heavily on your neck.
As you try to take Ellie's boxer's off, Ellie smiles and says, "Ah... um..." Ellie seems a bit surprised but then she leans over and she helps you take her boxers off. She's lying on top of you again and she seems to be enjoying the intimacy of what's happening. Her eyes are filled with a mix of excitement and a bit of shyness, but she's clearly not resisting as her fingers are moving down your body again and she's still nibbling lightly on you. Ellie's hand slowly begin to move towards your lower region, her fingers making small movements and caressing along your thigh.
You moan as she touches you. Ellie smiles and seems to be a bit surprised but pleased. She leans back and she continues to nibble your body again, while her other hand moves even further along your thigh and into your pussy. As she feels how wet you are her eyes went wide. “Oh, you’re really enjoying this…” She smiles as she kisses you once more. She starts triling small circles around your sensitive bud and looks at your face as she does it to see your reaction. Ellie has just taken your breath away again and now she's nibbling on your neck once more. She seems to be having a lot of fun now and she's not showing any signs of holding back any longer. You can feel her breath on your neck as she bites you.
She starts kissing down your neck to your chest and your breasts. She fondles one of them and sucks on your nipple and makes you moan. She smiles mischievously as she now sucks your other nipple a bit harder and nibbles on it a bit too. She's loving seeing you like this. All along as she's doing this her finger continues on your pussy, massaging your sensitive clit. You can't hold back your moans as she touches you, it just feels too good.
Ellie starts kissing down your stomach now and you can feel goosebumps forming on your skin. She smiles as she sees you shiver. Her fingers travel a bit lower than your bundle of nerves and she collects some of your wetness as she continues to make you moan. You can feel her leaving wet kisses along your belly as they make their way to your beautiful cunt. Once she reaches it she gives it a long lick to taste you and moves her tongue to your clit wanting to make you feel even better that you already are.
When you feel her tongue on you you roll your eyes due to all the pleasure as you arch your back. Ellie is happy to see you enjoying yourself and doesn't want to stop any time soon. She moves her tongue faster and faster as she feels your wetness growing on her fingers. She starts moving them around your entrance, you look down at her for a moment and she looks like a starved woman eating you out. You start feeling one of her fingers trying to enter your hole.
Ellie cant wait to see you all fucked up from her fingers being inside you. She starts inserting her middle finger slowly inside you, not to hurt you and stretch you slowly as you adjust to the intrusion. She starts pumping it in and out as she's still flicking your little clit with her tongue. Now you understand why all the girls want to be with her. She definitely knows what she's doing.
She's so concentrated on your clit and the sound of your voice that she closes her eyes. As one of her hands is taking care of you she lets her other one travel down her own body and touches herself as she is getting famished. Her core is throbbing and she can't stop herself from rubbing her own clit. Your moans only make her more turned on. A bit later she feels all the wetness she's producing and starts fingering herself, moaning into your pussy. You've never seen Ellie so eager and you're loving it. The vibrations of her moans into your cunt just make things feel even better. You put your hand on her head and tug at her auburn hair so she doesnt stop what she's doing.
She then starts prodding at your entrance with a second finger and inserts it without warning, making you gasp. She looks up at you as she does it and laughs to herself once she sees your reaction. She starts moving her fingers again “You like that?...” She smirks. All you can do is nod. “I knew you liked me all along, you just didn't want to admit it…” She moves faster now making you moan even more. She sucks your clit one last time before coming back up and kissing you passionately. She muffles your moans with her lips and you kiss her back letting your tongues intertwine. She is kissing you hungrily and doesn't want to stop. As the kiss quickens, so do her fingers, making you get closer to your release. She looks you in the eyes as she inserts a third finger inside you. You frown your eyebrows as she does it trying not to look away from her green eyes. She smiles as she sees your whiny face. “Fuck… You feel so good baby.. I'm gonna make you cum, yeah?” As she says this she starts going faster and hitting the spot that makes you go crazy, making you moan louder than before and roll your eyes to the back of your head. She bites her bottom lip as she watches your reaction to her three fingers inside your tight hole. She keeps her pace going as she watches you reach higher and higher closer to your peak.
Your mind is starting to go blanck as the pleasure she's giving you makes you feel better than ever before. When you feel like your orgasm is about to wash over you you look back at her in the eyes. “Fuck… Ellie i’m… I'm gonna….” Before you could finish your sentence You feel your orgasm starting. Ellie cant take her eyes off of you, she's completely intoxicated. “That's it, cum for me… cum on my fingers…” You feel your body reacting to her words and you can't hold it back anymore. You cum as she's fingering you with all her skill. “That's it… give it all to me…” She says looking down at your cunt filled with her fingers. her eyes shine as she sees all your cum.
She slowly helps you come out of your high as she kisses you and starts moving her fingers slower until she eventually stops. She takes her fingers out of your cunt slowly, mesmerized by all of your cum. She then brings them to her mouth and sucks every last drop of your juices. She moans as she tastes you, it's like she's been starving for weeks. After, she kisses you so you can taste yourself on her tongue and lips. She smiles while she kisses you and caresses your face and hair. She gets up for a second and comes back from the bathroom with a wet warm towel to clean you up. She then lays beside you on the couch and holds you in her arms as you two cuddle for a bit. You hug her back tightly and don't want to let her go ever again. Her body feels so warm and soft against your skin. Both of your breaths start to slow down as you hold each other.
Ellie looks at you, her eyes are shining, she never felt so linked with anyone like she does with you in this very moment. You look back at her with love. You never knew you could feel the way you do about her ever. She is the most important thing to you at the moment, just like you are hers. A few minutes into the cuddle she says quietly in your ear. “I think I might love you…” Your heart starts beating harder now as you hear her words. You hug her tight and nuzzle your head into her neck. “I think I have loved you since the start…” You whisper to her. She holds you tighter and kisses your forehead. She covers you both with a fuzzy blanket and you both fall asleep holding one another. Maybe you never hated each other after all.
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𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻.
'⁀➷ pairing :: anton lee x gn!reader
'⁀➷ genre :: angst
'⁀➷ summary :: you thought that you and your best friend's relationship was more than silly movie marathons, video calls, and gaming sessions, it was a stupid thought, you will always be more than a friend, but less than a lover to him.
'⁀➷ notes :: first fic in a few months! sorry if i chose angst insteadof fluff, 3/5 of the fics in progress are angst LMAO. well, i hope you enjoy reading this fic! took like about an hour and a half on this? i have school tomorrow i should've done my homework but whatever :)
'⁀➷ word count :: 1155
You saw a glimpse of sunlight sneaking through your close curtain from your window, then you realized, you once again cried yourself to sleep again thinking of Anton Lee, the man of your dreams. No, nightmares, being with him every single day and having to contain those stupid butterflies in your stomach every time you eat, play, and hang out with him makes it so frustrating. Why was he like this? Did the gods from above have a grudge against you to send someone like him? Whatever it was, you hated it. You couldn't wait to go home from school after 9 horrifying and lovestruck hours seeing and being with him. You didn't even know why you were so excited to go home, it was worse! Maybe it was the fact you didn't have to see his frustrating but so damn cute smile of his, or you didn't have to see hundreds of girls try and give him letters and chocolates of their own. You didn't care anyways, right? Your relationship would never budge out of the middle between friends and lovers.
As you got ready for school, you thought to yourself, "Just a few more months until we part ways right? I wouldn't have to deal with this cycle again and again?" but you were oh so wrong, the fact that the both of you would part ways for college made your life excruciating. "Whatever", you thought to yourself, "I'll just cherish these last few months with him, i guess!". You got yourself together, said goodbye to your parents, and went outside to see Anton, waiting outside for you. "It's 6:30 in the morning, did this cycle really have to start now?", you told your mind.
"What are you doing here Anton? It's so early and you're like almost always late for school? Is this even the real you? I'm surprised", you told the boy. "You told me you needed help studying for the math test we had? I heard from Hanni that it was 80 items, gosh i hate math.", he replied. "Oh, Hanni. I heard she likes you? It's pretty obvious that she likes you, I mean, she always wants to partner up with you and gives you snacks! The both of you would be good for each other!", you say with regret, why would you say that? It just lessened your chance to be with him, but its not like you had one to begin with. "You are right, but I'm not interested in anyone right now, all I care about is getting my grades up and trying my best to get into Yonsei! It's one of the best universities here in Korea!" , he followed. He really was perfect, caring, handsome, loving, and cares about his grades. No wonder hundreds of girls fell for him, you included. "Well, with how you're doing currently, you'll get in, in no time! Let's go now! We have a math test to review for!", you told him before the both of you walk to school.
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While on the way to school, Anton asked " What university are you thinking of enrolling in, y/n? You could try out for Yonsei as well! I know we'll both ace the entrance exams!", he said followed by a smile, the smile you hated but loved at the same time. "I could, but I'm thinking of going abroad? I feel like I could show more of my capabilities and talents overseas!" you responded. "I'm proud for you, y/n! I'm glad you're becoming better and better every single day!" Anton complimented, you smiled at him and before you know it, the two of you are already at the gates of the school and head for the school's library.
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-time skip to after the exams-
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"That test was actually pretty easy! Don't you think Anton?", you asked him, "It was! I was surprised by how most of the things we reviewed for was actually there, haha!", he says happily. "It's lunch time, right? Let's head to the rooftop? I heard that since it's spring, the trees look absolutely stunning all the way up there!", you invite the boy to which he agrees. On the way up, Hanni bumps into you both, "Oh! Hi Anton, I was just looking for you, and hi y/n!", the girl says, to which the both of you smile and greet her as well but you knew damn well Hanni only looked for the both of you, for Anton. "I was just with Jiwoo and she told me to give this to you!" she announces and gives Anton a heart-shaped box with cookies inside and a letter on top. Hanni says her farewells to the both of you and you reach the rooftop and Anton decides to read the letter. "It was just another confession, I don't know why they won't stop! I already said again and again that I'm a study first type of guy. They just don't get it." the boy speaks, "But the cookies are good, here get some!", the boy adds. The both of you laugh and go back to the classroom just before the bell ran.
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-time skip again to after classes-
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Anton decided to walk you home after classes ended, and god did you hate it. You were fine being with him during the day but being with him after classes? You agreed, of course, I mean, what type of bestfriend would you be if you didn't? One the way home, Anton told you, "You know, I really see you more as a friend, you're just that someone I wouldn't mind being with, even if I didn't want to.", you tried your best to hide your blushing face by pretending to look for something in your bag, thankfully it worked. "Same! You're so kind and caring, it's almost hard to hate you if we were enemies." you reply, you hoped the thing you wished for was happening, but you knew that it wouldn't happen, "You're like, the bestest of all bestfriends in the entire world!" the boy tells you, with you saying you feel the same way with the same regretful feeling you felt earlier in the morning coming back again to torment you. You both reached your house and Anton said goodbye to you, you walked in your house feeling like a fool, you fooled yourself into thinking he'd feel the same way as you did. How stupid you were. You got ready to do your homework right after you got home, oh wait, you didn't, you went straight upstairs as you feel tears rolling down your eyes, you inevitably fell down to your bed as another crying session begins, was this your 4th or 5th one? Whatever, all your mind focused on was that you and Anton's relationship will always be glued in the middle, after all, the both of you were more than friends, but less than lovers.
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If you were one of Luther's Cat:
Obviously you're not a normal cat. No gender mentioned dw;
While Nyon has those floppy cat ears and Nyen has like a cat hat, you have a beret with cat ears. Do with that information as you will, but either way no one knows if it can come off.
You eat poison once. It was an accident. Trouble likes to linger around you but they can get worse as years went by.
You were the middle cat. What I meant by that is, both in role and personality. You were not as mean as Nyen can be but you were also not as nice as Nyon is.(Unless of course you have a different opinion.) Remember the tier list they had in Vol 1. Lucid 5? Yea, you're placed either in Dime, Ace or something else like Hearts/Diamonds but never higher than that in tier 4. Close to Tier 3 actually but Nyen can be petty.
Danger Level: MODERATE
You are often found around the kitchen or the living room. Any other parts of the house you might be seen is because you have to go there under an order or for other reason. Once, Sebastian found you somewhere in a hallway sitting on the floor terrifyingly staring at the wall.
Unlike Nyen, when it comes to vacuums, you're one of those that chill on it. Just pop hide your limbs, be a bun and sit on top of it. If this ever happens, Nyen usually respects you more than he does when you're off it. It doesn't last long tho.
Of course since you're Luther's cat, you are loyal to him. It's inevitable especially in the ivory house. Luther's house. Maybe when you were a regular human, you would've accidentally met him in Michigan. You lost everything before so why must you worry about your human life when you can be a cat while gaining inhuman traits from Luther. Don't mind whatever happens within the house, you can do anything under his permission.
Ranfren Characters thoughts on You;
Randal: "Yeahh I don't care much about them.. However they're my favourite out of big brother's cats! They're willing to play with me unlike the other two! It's fun since Sebastian don't play my games. I would call them my friend if it weren't for the fact that they're big brother's... And also the fact they can act like him." In short, he would see you as his friend but non friend.
Sebastian: "O-oh.. Who are you? Uh uhm.. okay? I guess they're fine. They're not as crazy as that other one.. but they still make me uncomfortable.. especially when they stare at the wall for no reason. I just hope they won't try to kill me.." He's afraid but he's fine. He can tolerate.
Nyen: "Oh them? I guess they're okay. They're boring to me but they are terrifying when they're on the damn vacuum. *shivers* eugh.. thinking about it makes me sick. Don't tell them that or else I would have to suffer their smug smile for a while." He doesn't care much. Don't try to snitch on him.
Nyon: "... They're okay." He's too quiet on the matter but don't worry, he likes you. You're not mean as Nyen. If anything, you also amuse him randomly. Especially when he saw you intimidating Nyen one time.
Luther: "Ah yes, one of my lovely cats. Out of the other two, as a kitten, they act so good. Better than the two. However, I love them all equally. As they grew older, it seems that trouble stirs around them more but it's fine. It's not as troublesome as some of the things Randal puts himself into. Now, while you are here, come have tea or please leave." His opinion has not changed. He loves you just as much as he loves his family.
Bonus! Ratman Robert: "How the hell did you get here? Whatever, you don't look like one of them. The middle cat? No comment. I don't know if I should be afraid that they seem to be plotting something or grateful they don't attack us when they see us. I would like it better if they don't stare at the wall. It's uncomfortable to feel their eyes on me." He's scared. But he would offer you food that he has as peace offering one day. Don't eat him.
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Moonstruck - Part 4
Eddie Munson x Reader
Series Summary: Eddie knew he was doomed the moment his eyes landed on you and his heart jumped in his chest. You, princess of Hawkins High, one of the most popular and beloved girls of the school, with perfect grades and perfect charisma; and the daughter of Hawkins chief of police.
A/N: Safe to say this part ended up even bigger than the last one, oh god. Hope you like it, next part might take a few extra days to be posted. <3
Masterlist | Read Part 3 here
"What the hell was that about? Are you trying to assassinate your reputation?" Allison ranted and walked with you to your locker. School day was over, and Hawkins High hallways were filled with students eager to return home.
You rolled your eyes, tightly holding your books to your chest so as not to turn around and give her a piece of your mind. You passed by one of the many bulletin boards of the school hanging over the green and orange stripes and white brick wall. Pinned to it, was the poster that announced the yearly prom. This year, given that you graduate, it would be yours. And even if it was still three months away, the anticipation was already making itself known in the back of your mind. It was a big night, or so they say.
"Hey, Y/N." Bryan, one of the most tolerable guys from the school's basketball team walked towards you.
With a small smile, you met him halfway in the hallway; forcing the other students to walk around you.
"Can't thank you enough, I would've been dead if it wasn't for you." He opened his backpack and pulled out your science textbook.
You took it from him, holding the textbook with the other two books already in your arms. "Don't worry about it, I'm glad you managed to write it all down on time."
He reached out to squeeze your shoulder. You didn't fail to notice the jealous grimace from Allison beside you.
"See you on Monday."
"See ya, Bryan." With that, you both continued walking. He towards the exit and you towards your locker.
You finally turned to your friend, who was now pointedly looking at you. "Listen, Allison, this is high school, not the Queen's Court." You stated, referring to her previous breakdown.
She had seen you walking through the school's doors earlier, hand in hand with Eddie Munson; as had the many other students you passed by until you reached class.
The metal door of your locker opened with a click, and you started storing your books inside. "I couldn't care less about the stupid social circles here, or whatever you'd like to call it."
"It's one thing to not care about social circles," she said, leaning her shoulder on the locker next to yours; "it's another to walk in holding hands with the school's resident freak." Her tone made it look as if you had committed a felony.
The sound of metal against metal was loud as you closed the locker's door. Inciting a few glances in your direction from the students talking near you and passing by. "Don't call him that."
Allison raised her hands in surrender. "I'm just saying, it was super weird. He is…" she trailed off with a grimace and huffed out a sigh; "if you keep, whatever that was, up; I don't know, some things might change."
She pursed her lips, leaning closer to you. "He's not called the school's freak without a reason. I'm telling you as a friend, you're better than that."
You knew you were considered one of the cool kids at school. You could see it whenever people who weren't in your so-called social circle looked at you, their gazes were always different, always placing you one step above them. You weren't particularly fond of it.
You crossed your arms. "I'm not better than anyone, Allison. And Eddie is just called that because of shallow people that can't see past his looks that don't fit their standards; or, his loud attitude perhaps?" You paused, taking a deep breath. "Or even because he plays a damn fantasy game. Spare me."
Allison straightened her posture, her dumbfounded look let you know she was having trouble understanding your reasoning.
"Besides, maybe I'd like things to change." You raised an eyebrow at her.
The curiosity swimming in Allison's eyes was evident, she wanted to ask much more, but just shrugged her shoulders; "it's your funeral." She leaned in and pecked your cheek, undoubtedly leaving a trace of red lipstick there. "Just, be careful okay?" Her words were genuine, manicured hands adjusting the straps of her backpack.
Opening your arms, you shrugged and smiled at her; "I always am."
She mirrored your expression with a shake of her head. "See you on Monday, weirdo."
You couldn't help but chuckle, blowing a kiss her way before she turned around and made a beeline for the main doors.
As Allison disappeared amongst other students, a certain blond jock caught your eye. Jason walked past you, his stained jacket in his hands as he stared daggers at you.
Leaning with your back against the cold metal of your locker, you made sure to move your gaze up and down his stained clothes, before settling on his eyes with a smirk and shooting him a wink; which surely only made his blood boil more. Small pleasures, you thought to yourself.
"Hey princess." Eddie's sudden and sultry voice right beside you made you jump on the spot before you turned to him with a smile.
"Eddie, hey."
He was sporting a timid smile of his own, hands on his jeans pockets and shuffling back and forth on his feet.
There was something still slightly unnerving about being so close to you inside the school, for everyone to see. He felt the stares of others, focusing his eyes mainly on you to try and block them out. He relaxed a little with your voice though, letting his shoulder rest on the locker beside him. "How was the rest of your day?" He dragged the question.
"Boring, but still okay for a Friday." You told him honestly, picking at the ends of his jacket that you happened to still be wearing.
Eddie's heart was beating too fast and his lungs were working too slow. He held himself back from reaching out; from cupping your jaw and kissing you senseless because god- it was unfair for someone to look so beautiful while wearing his worn black jacket.
The silence stretched for seconds that felt like hours. Your eyes were glued to his, focused as your smile faded and pulled Eddie into a trance; as easy as that. His hair fell past his shoulders and you tilted your nose up, until a particularly loud voice made you blink several times and Eddie gulp a big lump in his throat.
You're in school, more specifically the hallway, surrounded by students. Focus, this is the one thing you can't mess up. Eddie thought to himself.
He removed one hand from his pocket, running it through his hair and huffing out a breath to compose himself. "I wanted to ask, are you sure it's okay for me to show up at your house?" He squinted his eyes, scratching the back of his neck. Now that he had a bit of time to dwell on it, showing up at the house where none other than the Chief of Police lived, looked a lot like a death sentence.
"Trust me, Eddie, it'll be fine." You pushed yourself away from the metal door with warm cheeks, hooking your arm around Eddie's and pulling him towards the exit.
"Yeah, it's just, I'm not very confident I'll be your father's favorite person." He looked down at you with a playful grimace. Feeling the warmth of your body against his already easing his nerves.
"Well, you're mine already, so I'm sure he'll like you too, sooner or later." You pushed open the school's glass doors, being greeted with warm, late afternoon sunlight right on your face. Chatter was heard all around you from the other students, some picking up their bikes and others turning on their cars. This time of day was always your favorite. Not because of going home, but for the golden glow that shone down the school's grounds and the chilly breeze making the leaves rustle.
Eddie almost felt his knees giving up on him upon hearing the lighthearted confession. He had trouble making his mind focus on forming words, his cheeks most likely already as red as a tomato. "You'll be the death of me."
You untangled your arm from him, running your hand down his forearm until your fingers hooked loosely around his own. "Maybe so, but you do love me." Your tone was playful, not aware of how true those words were.
Letting go of his hand, you shrugged off his jacket from your shoulders.
"Yeah…" Eddie breathed out. He took the leather jacket from you and when he draped it back over his shoulders, he was instantly enveloped by your warmth and perfume. His skin was littered with goosebumps, momentarily wishing you'd wear more of his clothes.
"I'll see you tomorrow then?" You took a step backward, away from him and towards the parking lot, eyes still big and hopeful.
"I'll be counting the minutes." Eddie smiled sweetly, squinting his eyes because of the sun and only being able to see your silhouette. And he meant it, knowing he wouldn't even be able to sleep properly tonight.
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Eddie did not, in fact, sleep at night.
He felt as if nerves were eating him up from the inside out. Even as he sat on his bed, guitar resting on his lap as he tried to play, he couldn't stop thinking about every possible outcome of him arriving at your house. He wasn't one to worry so much, not about something like this. But he really, really didn't want to mess it up. Eddie knew he wasn't the picture-perfect guy, let alone for you; he wanted to try, though.
And now, as he sat on the driver's seat of his van. Hands clutching the wheel while he stared at the turn that lead to your street; part of him wanted to tuck tail and run back to the safety of his trailer, and the other part of him knew he'd never forgive himself for that.
Eddie sucked in a deep breath and turned the key in the ignition.
The street that led to your house was pretty, surrounded by huge trees of which the round shape made Eddie think of broccoli. They were beautiful nonetheless, shaping the sunlight on the road with the gaps between the many leaves. The neighborhood was quiet, he passed by a few houses which had some kids playing on the sidewalks. It suited you, Eddie thought to himself.
Your house somehow turned out to be all he expected it would. He'd never seen it before today, you handed him the address, written down on paper with calligraphy much better than his. The house was made of dark wood, had two floors, and a big porch right at the front. It was surrounded by nice-looking grass, even if it was due for a trim, and two big trees stood tall on each side of the yard.
Eddie parked by the side of the road, he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and got out of his van. He wore light blue jeans, a black Metallica shirt, and his black leather jacket. He walked up to your front door rehearsing in his mind everything he would say, while simultaneously giving himself a pep talk.
With a hammering heart, he raised his fist to the wooden door, knocking thrice.
The door opened slowly, and Eddie held onto his breath. Jim Hopper stood in front of him, in casual clothes, it was Saturday anyway. His face wasn't looking too casual though, he had an unreadable frown on his mouth and thick eyebrows. He looked Eddie up and down, making the long-haired boy feel as if he was reading through all his sins.
Eddie cleared his throat, "Hi, I'm Eddi- Edward! Your… daughter invited me over." He averted his eyes and mumbled a curse.
Hopper hummed, leaning against the threshold. "Y/N talked about you, and I'm gonna hear more if I don't let you in, so…" standing aside, Hopper motioned unenthusiastically for Eddie to come in.
Stuffing his hands inside his jacket pockets, Eddie ducked his head and mumbled a "thank you" as he walked through the door. The house felt incredibly cozy inside, being smaller than he thought it would be. A joined kitchen and living room, what he assumed was a door to the bathroom and maybe storage, and the stairs up that most likely lead to the bedrooms. Everything was nicely decorated, some pictures of family memories hanging on the walls that sparked distant envy in Eddie.
The door closed with a thud that made Eddie jump, he glanced over his shoulder and Hopper walked past him, cigarette and lighter in hand as he walked up to a kitchen counter and leaned back onto it. Eddie pursed his lips, praying to whatever entity for you to come and find him already.
Hopper blew out the smoke, the frown never leaving his face. "What are your intentions with my daughter?"
Eddie's eyes went wide and he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. "I uh- don't-" He fidgeted with his rings and put his hands back in his pockets. "No- no intentions sir…" He stuttered, his sentence ending more like a question. Should he be calling him sir?
"We're friends. She's my friend." Eddie nodded, as so to emphasize his words, even if they tasted bitter.
Hopper chuckled humorlessly. "Right." He glanced down and flicked the ash from his cigarette, "guess I'll have to keep an eye on you."
His words were so stern they sent a chill down Eddie's back. Before he could try to answer, they both looked up the stairs, hearing footsteps.
"But you look pretty." Eleven insisted, her hand holding on to yours.
"Are you sure? I feel weird, but maybe it's because I'm not used to it." You grimaced, referring to the new shirt you were wearing.
"I'm sure." Eleven smiled brightly as you both reached the end of the stairs.
You looked away from your sister, your gaze finally meeting your favorite brown eyes. Eddie stood awkwardly in the space between the kitchen and the back of the couch, cheeks flushed and posture rigid. He was adorable. Your eyes lit up in a smile. "Eddie, you're early."
"Hey, sorry I-" he was interrupted by your body colliding with his in a hug. He held you back, both hands over your back as the corner of his lips inevitably tilted up.
"Don't worry, I'm glad, at least we'll have more time." You beamed and pulled back. You looked towards your father with a raised brow. "I hope my dad wasn't too intimidating."
"Oh, we were just getting to know each other." With a full-on smile, Hopper walked up to Eddie and patted his shoulder, hard.
Eddie chuckled nervously, unbalanced from the hand on his shoulder. "Yeah."
Hopper put the cigarette back in his mouth, and with a last look in Eddie's eyes that told the boy everything he needed to know, he walked to the couch and sat down.
A relieved huff left Eddie's lips. He felt your thumb rubbing circles on top of his hand, automatically calming him down.
"You do have pretty eyes." The girl beside you; your sister, Eddie assumed, spoke to him for the first time. He frowned at her words and looked at you with a smirk.
"And that is my sister, Jane." You introduced Eleven quickly, with a mortified smile.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Eddie." He replied with a kind voice and extended his hand for Eleven to shake.
"Y/N talks a lot about you, she says you make her ha-"
"Okay, Jane?" You spoke loudly over her, feeling your heart dropping to your ass as Eleven spoke about your crush as if it was weather talk. "I think dad could really use some company." With both hands on her shoulders, you guided her towards the couch.
Eddie bit the inside of his cheek to contain a smile, his heart fluttering inside his chest.
"Alright come on." You took Eddie's hand and all but dragged him up the stairs and to your room.
You pushed your bedroom door after you and Eddie walked in, leaving it open with just the tiniest gap. He looked around your room and you sat on the bed, watching him.
Eddie turned on the spot, giving a quick once over to his surroundings. Your room had lilac wallpaper that almost seemed white in the sunlight, there was a desk on one side with your backpack and several school books on top, your cheerleader uniform rested on the chair, folded neatly and several potted plants stood by your windowsill. He knew he stood out like a sore thumb in your world; but looking closely he could see clothes haphazardly hanging on the holder behind your door, used sneakers pushed to the corner of the room beside the wardrobe, and to his surprise, what seemed to be a Bon Jovi tape hiding in the middle of the pile by the drawers.
He had a smug smile when he slowly turned to you. Eddie took the remaining steps in your direction, sitting in front of you on the bed. "So I have pretty eyes huh?"
You groaned, heat coming up your neck and to your cheeks. You averted your eyes as you mumbled; "don't let it go to your head."
Tilting his head to the side, Eddie watched you. "Too late sweetheart."
Something about his tone made your heart jump. Low and soft as if he was in a trance, the words rolling off his tongue easily.
You licked your lips, bringing the bottom one to your teeth momentarily. Glancing up, you caught him staring, the tip of his fingers touching your knee. "Well, it is true."
Any confidence Eddie had, left him as he heard you say it. Compliments were not a thing he received often, or ever. So having someone say that something about him was beautiful felt odd; in a good way. His mouth dried up, feeling your hand touching his. You reached out for him so easily, every time making his heart pump blood at a quicker pace.
His hand closed around yours in a gesture that already belonged to the two of you, thumb brushing over your knuckles. He couldn't put a name to what you two were, not anymore.
You got up then, separating your skin from his when you walked to your desk and picked up a thick book. "Are you sure you still have the time to do it?"
Eddie frowned, you stood in front of him, and from his place sitting on your bed his eyes leveled with the book in your hands, and he remembered why he came; having forgotten about the chemistry book before even going to bed last night.
"Yeah, but I doubt this year will be any different from the other ones, so I wouldn't worry." He shrugged.
There was an annoyed tilt to your eyebrow, you threw to book on the bed beside Eddie and crossed your arms. "Don't say that, you're going to pass Eddie. Third time's the charm, right?"
His throat rumbled with a low chuckle, he tilted his head up, dark brown eyes looking at you with blown wide pupils. "I do hope you're right, princess."
You became acutely aware of how close you were to each other. You standing between his knees and his chin centimeters away from your body. He looked up at you as if you'd hung the stars in the sky, making your skin tickle with goosebumps.
With a dash of confidence; or mostly affection tugging tightly at your heart, you reached up and buried your fingers in his hair, just behind his ears as your thumbs traced the outline of his cheekbones in a bold move.
Eddie went as stiff as a statue before your hands even made contact with him, and all but melted against your touch afterward. Your hands cupped his face with a tenderness no one ever offered to him before, for a split second, tears stung behind his eyes before he pushed them back, closing his eyes. He didn't bother to think about what this meant.
"You'll graduate, and then we'll go to prom and prove everyone wrong before driving away from this town, how's that sound?" You offered, playing with his hair and pushing it back until you could clearly see his jawline and the flushed tip of his ears.
"Fucking perfect." He breathed out, the ghost of a smile on his lips. His eyes remained shut, if this was a dream he never wanted to wake up. Eddie carefully lowered his head, his forehead now resting against your stomach.
You smoothed down his hair in a comforting manner with a hand resting on the back of his head. None of you mentioned the intimacy of the moment.
A minute passed and Eddie tilted his head back to you, getting up from the bed and straightening his jacket. "Let's go, there's a place I want to show you."
Eddie picked up the chemistry book. You smiled, with newfound curiosity making your eyes spark, and followed him to your bedroom door. He held the door open for you, making a show of bowing and extending his hand as he presented the way out.
Eddie won your heart over a little more every day.
You both walked down the stairs. Reaching the living room, you placed a hand on Eddie's forearm. "Wait outside for me, yeah? I'll only be a minute."
He pursed his lips with a smile, opening the front door and walking to his van, keys jingling between his fingers.
You turned around, bracing yourself on the back of the couch where your father was sitting. "We're uh- we're going out for a bit."
Hopper turned his head to look at you, the images from the TV illuminating his eyes. "Alone?"
"No, me and Eddie."
His eyebrows furrowed, and he got up. The way his eyes widened was comical and you held back a giggle. "Yeah, alone with him. I don't think I like the idea of you going out with that guy. Much less alone."
That made a frustrated sigh leave your lips, you rested with your hip against the couch and crossed your arms. "Give him a break, dad, he's actually much nicer and more respectful than any of the other guys at school."
Hopper grumbled under his breath. You managed to hear something about "bad influence."
You rolled your eyes, clenching your jaw while willing yourself to stay calm. You couldn't really blame him for worrying, given your past. "Dad, please listen to me. I'm only asking that you see past his looks, at least this once, he already goes through enough at school. Wasn't he super well-mannered today? Hell, he was even scared of you."
He's thinking, you can see the cogs turning when Hopper looks at you.
"I promise, he's a good guy." You said quietly, smiling softly.
Hopper massaged his forehead with one hand, you knew it was only for show though. "Alright, fine. If you trust him…"
His gruff voice with sincere approval made you beam.
"But if he does something, anything, slightly questionable; you come straight to me, understand?" He pointed a finger at you.
You nodded excitedly, "I always do, you know that."
Hopper sighed; with a calloused hand behind your head, he brought you towards him, planting a quick kiss on your forehead. "Be home before nine."
You closed the front door behind you with unmistakable happiness, skipping on your feet towards Eddie's van.
The long-haired boy looked your way as soon the passenger's door opened, his knee was bumping up and down in anticipation.
"He hates me, right?" Eddie didn't hold your gaze when he spoke, turning the key in the ignition once you were comfortable beside him.
"No, not really," the smile could be heard in your voice. Eddie's hold on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, you placed a hand on his knee to stop it from moving. "I'd go as far as saying he's warming up to you."
Brown eyes turned to you with relief, his smile was tiny and shy. It lit up your heart anyway.
Driving around town with Eddie Munson could easily be described as free therapy for you. The seats on his van were comfortable, windows rolled down to allow wind to make your hair flow. Eddie hummed along with most of the songs playing on his radio, the tone of his voice mixed with Sabbath's guitar solo was becoming your favorite song.
Eddie didn't tell you where he was taking you, making you laugh every time you tried to pry the answer from him. It ended up making things more magical. No destination, just two souls moving in tandem and finding peaceful bliss with each other.
He eventually parked in front of an ice cream parlor. It was small and nicely styled with pastel pink and baby blue colors. The sun started to go down on the horizon, painting the streets and trees around in a deeper shade of orange as the minutes passed.
Even with you insisting on the contrary, Eddie paid for your ice cream. After buying your favorite flavor along with his, you hopped back in his van. He told you this wasn't your final destination yet.
Ten more minutes of driving and you reached a secluded part of Lover's Lake. Eddie parked his van with the back facing the lake, opening the back door of the vehicle so you could sit there comfortably.
The view was easily described as breathtaking. The sun was setting right in front of your eyes, its final rays painting the lake's water with strong shades of orange, yellow, and pink; same as the sky above you. The trees around you were nothing but black silhouettes against the warm light; faded stars could already be seen in the darker parts of the sky, far from the descending sun. It all resembled a painting.
The air was a bit colder, your ice cream was almost completely eaten by now. Eddie sat beside you, his warm shoulder flush to yours, legs swinging by the edge of the van.
"It's so beautiful here." You mused quietly. You'd been to Lover's Lake before, never here though. The place felt like a private hidden spot. Your heartbeat quickened thinking that Eddie was sharing a personal place with you.
"Not as beautiful as you," Eddie said lowly, a boyish grin on his face.
You chuckled, bumping his foot with your sneakers, eating the last bit of your ice cream. "Real smooth, Munson."
Eddie glanced down at his lap, hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "I usually come here to play guitar and shit like that, when the trailer feels too crampy."
A breeze flew by, you turned your eyes to the boy beside you. His curls followed the wind, twisting under his chin and past his shoulders; his gaze was focused on the setting sun in front of him, brown orbs taking in a golden glow. A shiver ran down your spine, feeling privileged for being with him, here and now. For knowing the real Eddie.
Your hand found his own naturally, you intertwined your fingers with his, allowing them to rest on top of his thigh. He looked down at your joined hands, his thumb tracing your skin, then looked up at you; his eyes open and vulnerable.
"Thank you, for bringing me here." You expressed quietly.
Eddie's gaze roamed your features, his lips parted. Leaning in, he kissed your hairline. The touch lingered before he rested his head on top of yours, bringing your cheek to rest on his shoulder.
Labels were a complicated thing. Friends don't hold each other like that, yet it's not like you've kissed his lips yet.
You squeezed his hand, molding your body against his. But you had time, time to figure out what you two were and what you would be.
You knew you were exactly where you wanted to be.
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Hi! I am absolutely in love with your writing! The way you portray our boys is just *chefs kiss*
Anywho, I was wondering if I could request poly!marauders x plus size reader? Maybe she is very confident until somebody picks on her and she starts becoming obsessed with dieting and stuff. (I'm struggling a lot with that rn) just a bunch of worry and comfort from our boys.
If you don't feel comfortable writing this or just the prompt I gave it's okay. Ily!♡
Hi, thanks for requesting my love! I'm really sorry you're struggling right now, I know how hard it can be and hope you're doing your best to take good care of yourself. You're beautiful just as you are <33
cw: size insecurity, behavior that hints at disordered eating
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The worst part is, you know they weren’t even really trying to insult you.
You smiled as best you could, said your thanks politely, and moved on. Moved on outwardly, that is. Inside, the words play over and over in your head, like a song on the radio that gets worse each time you listen to it. It wasn’t that they were vicious, or particularly clever, or even wrong. It’s just, you’re not used to people commenting on your body like that.
You know you’re not skinny. So does everyone else. Neither of you typically feel the need to confer about it. Every now and again, some cruel busybody will say something, but that’s fairly easy to brush off. They’re insecure about their own looks, they have nothing better to do than fixate on strangers’ appearances, they’ve probably been on diet pills since they were twelve. You wish them well and mostly forget about it. But what’s worse is when someone comes to you with good intentions. The idea of being perceived as pitiful or wrong—really, having your physical form perceived at all—by someone who seems to want the best for you is what really hurts. That’s what makes you want to hide, to shrink yourself down until they can’t see you anymore. To become the invisible status quo.
It’s why, over the last few days, anything skintight or remotely showy has been relegated to the back of your closet in favor of things that hide your figure. Why you’ve stopped drawing attention to yourself with colorful makeup and instead started focusing on your health. Well, your health as it presents itself externally.
“Anyone else fancy a dessert?” Sirius muses as you sit reading on the couch, Remus reading the next book in the series beside you.
“Um, no,” James says, holding up a hand of cards from the game he and Sirius have been playing, “you only want to go so you don’t have to stick around and lose.”
“Whatever my other, subconscious motives may be,” Sirius says guilelessly, “I really feel like something chocolate. Don’t you, Moons?”
That’s always a safe bet. Remus looks up from his book, intrigued. “I could go for some chocolate.”
Sirius grins. “What about you, gorgeous?”
That’s usually a safe bet too. But you shouldn’t. “Thanks, but I’m still full from dinner.”
Sirius looks cheated, and Remus cocks his head at you. “Really? Didn’t seem like you ate much.” He’s not wrong. Remus had made the most incredible feta pasta, it was borderline heartbreaking to leave any on your plate. But you’re trying to practice restraint, and thankfully, James had happily taken care of your leftovers for you. “Did you have a late lunch or something?”
“Mhm.”
James looks up, eyebrows furrow bemusedly behind his glasses. “No you didn’t, angel. You said you didn’t feel like lunch after we had breakfast together, remember?”
“Oh.” You nod. So what? You’d had a late breakfast, and a decently sized dinner, and why do you really need more than two meals anyway? Who made that rule? You’re a bit hungry, but your body just needs time to adjust to your new routine. It’s used to overindulging. And nothing about today means you deserve dessert. “Right.”
Sirius wraps his fingers delicately around your ankle, smoothing a path up your shin with his palm. “Darling,” he says, and he looks distracted as he runs his fingers over the old scars on your knee, but you know him well enough to recognize when he’s keyed in, “did you eat anything today, other than breakfast and that little bit of dinner? Any snacks or anything?”
You can’t help the little rush of pride that goes through you. “No.”
Sirius doesn’t look proud. In fact, he’s frowning, as are Remus and James. You change tactics. “I’m not really hungry, though.”
“No?” Sirius' voice is unsettlingly gentle. “Why don’t you want to have dessert tonight, pretty girl?”
“Because,” you say, beginning to feel defensive (though you’re not sure of what), “I don’t need it.”
“It’s not about need, though,” James says, and why is it beginning to feel like you’re in an argument? “It’s about what you want. Do you want a little something sweet?”
“I…” Yes. The answer is yes, but do you want it more than you want to feel good about yourself? “I think what I want more is to prove to myself that I can go without it.”
Remus’ scars shift as his face scrunches in concern. “Dove,” he says, and you can’t decide if his tone is more reprimand or pity. You don’t like either option. “Where is this coming from?”
“I’m just…I’m trying something new,” you decide. “I want to lose a little weight, okay? Nothing crazy.”
“But why?” James sets down his cards, looking completely befuddled. “Angel, you’re gorgeous. You can do whatever you want, but we love you just like you are.”
“And,” Sirius adds before you can reply, “we love you most when you’re happy. I sort of thought,” he says, lowering his voice like he’s telling you a secret, “that our late-night treat runs made you happy. No?”
“They do.” You pull your legs up onto the couch, away from Sirius’ touch. “I just…I think it would make me happy to be a more normal size, too.”
Remus looks gutted. “Honey, you…it’s your body, and you should do whatever feels right for you to be healthy, but…we love you like this,” he insists, ardent. “You’re beautiful, I mean it, and I hate the idea that you might want to change for…well, for anyone other than yourself.”
You hesitate. You’re not actually sure who you’re doing this for. When had you become one of the people who want for you to be smaller so desperately? “You seriously don’t think I would look better if I were thinner?” You’ve never been one to put much stock into what any men think of your appearance, so you feel silly for asking, but you’re in a vulnerable state. And really, don’t all guys want a girl that looks like the love interests in the movies you all grew up with?
James looks you in the eye, letting you see the earnestness in his as he says, “You’re absolutely lovely, right here, right now. We wouldn’t change a thing.”
Your answering smile is oddly watery. Remus makes an awfully lovely cooing sound, leaning over to wrap an arm around your waist and paying no mind to the chub there as he pulls you into his side. “Don’t be upset, darling. You know what I bet will cheer you up?” He smiles as you look up at him questioningly, kissing between your brows. “Some chocolate. How would you feel about that?”
You let out a quiet little laugh. “Pretty good.”
“Yes!” Sirius pumps his fist in the air, already abandoning his cards and standing up. “I knew you’d come through, gorgeous. Now I think the more pressing question is, do we want chocolate pastries or chocolate ice cream?”
“Ice cream, obviously,” James says. “Before it gets so cold out we don’t feel like it.”
“Not all of us suffer from weather constraints,” Sirius argues. “I vote pastry.”
“Why would you bring ice cream up if you didn’t want it? Think long and hard, Pads. Are you going to feel like a frozen dessert when you need three layers to go outside in a few weeks?”
Remus rolls his eyes at you as you follow them out the door, letting your boys continue their bickering all the way to the store.
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so aggressive | c. pulisic
christian pulisic x fem!reader
a/n: i am in the rabbit hole and there's no getting out. i am obsessed y'all 🫡 btw i literally have zero inspo rn so if you want to request something, it's open! enjoy! ⭐️
synopsis: only christian 'has his way with words' pulisic knows how to neutralize his girlfriend
content/warnings: city fans slander (as a city fan it was difficult to write), fist-fights, christian slander (it's for the story to work okay i dont mean the stuff i said ab him). if i missed out anything lmk ⭐️
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you didn't expect jokes to be a source of calm for you, but it was. christian proved it to you.
christian is very lucky to have a girl like you; overprotective, loves so hard, pretty aggressive as well. your snappy attitude would apply when watching chelsea play too. most of the time, you'd need to have somebody, whether that be mason if he's injured, to corral you back down to your seat and stop screaming at the opps.
speaking of watching chelsea, you're the most unpleasant person to watch a football game with. you'd already known prior that football can get dangerous, where players get tackled left and right, the way they are all more prone to injury on the pitch. it didn't help that christian had come back to the pitch tonight and mason's out for a couple weeks.
before christian left home, he'd expressed to you how excited he was to get back on the pitch and finally start a game after months. you'd started to get excited for christian too, until he told you mason tore a ligament in his ankle last game. and just like that, your excitement seemed to fade away.
your instincts seemed to have pried its way onto the surface because you told christian you were worried about him. "babe, what's wrong?"
"what if you get hurt again?
"i won't... get hurt. i promise," christian says, holding your face in his hands. "do you trust me?"
"more than anything."
"that's all i need."
so now you're here at stamford bridge, sitting next to mase nervous as shit for how you're going to react to all of christian and chelsea's chances, waiting for the officials to commence kick-off. "man city are rough, aren't they?" mason makes conversation with you after he notices how tense you look.
"yeah," you finally turn to look at him, flashing a haste smile. "harsh dudes."
"you got any friends there?"
you don't know why you have to think about answering that question. yes, you do have friends at city. "yeah, there's kalvin, walker, foden, jack. yeah, all those guys."
"i like how we have the same friends." mason nods coolly.
"you introduced them to me at the world cup, my guy!" you scoff, watching as mason realises that he did. he did just that before the game against the usa at the world cup. he shoots you with an oh yeah!. "big joker man, huh, mase?"
"yeah, don't even mention it." mason shrugs with a wave as the music begin playing. you and mason watch as both teams emerge from the tunnel, finding their spot on the pitch. listening to the squad announcements, you can't help but find christian in the line-up.
you worried. you worried and worried and worried. what if chris gets hurt again? what if he tears something like mase did? or worse, what if he breaks something? and when you worry, your legs begin to bounce, unbeknownst to you.
"ay. ay, ay. calm down, alright?" mason holds both your legs down, hoping it'll stop from nervously bobbing again. "that man has been in the gym day in and day out trying to get better so you can sit here and yell his name again. you have to give him the credit he so desperately needs tonight. for the name on your back, y/n. okay?"
mason's assurance definitely did take the edge off of you, but just a little. for the name on your back, said mason. the name pulisic above the big number 10. you know damn well you confidently threw on that shirt. not enzo's, not joão's, but christian's. you gotta give him the credit he deserves.
"okay, i'll stop doubting him," you give in to mason. "but whatever you did earlier, holding my legs down and all, you have to do it again when it happens."
"that's what i'm here for. and look, big man's finding you in the crowd." mason says, waving at christian's direction hoping he'd catch a glance of you. you inch left and right trying to find christian's eyes, and when you did, you had leaned over mason's legs, shooting christian a supportive smile as he sends you a sly wink seconds before kick-off commences.
and when it did, a cacophony of let's go christian!'s and come on chris!'s start flying out of your mouth. "if he can just get the ball in already!" you hear mase express his emotions next to you. of course, your heightened sense of excitement were jumbled up with the nerves, not knowing whether the ball in christian's possession had made it to the back of the net or not.
but it all disappeared, the sense of protectiveness and anger coursing through your veins now, when the away fans start insulting christian's style of play — and christian himself. you flash a are you hearing this? look at mase, and he only puts his index finger up to his lip and shakes his head, indicating to you that you should keep your mouth shut.
"that pulisic guy... mid, if you ask me."
"yeah, no, i know right? but i mean it's perfect, you know. mid guy in a mid club." her friend says.
"mase," you slowly turn to face mason. "i'm about to snap, mase."
"not right now, y/n. please hold it in." mason's eyes grow wide.
"i'm sorry in advance," you whisper, before turning in your seat to face the two girls behind you and mason. "hey! you girls city fans?"
"proud to represent!" one of them answers.
"who's your favorite player?" they both respectively answer grealish and haaland. "and i can't help but eavesdrop, but you think they're better than pulisic?"
"oh ten times better," the first girl brags. "put grealish and pulisic in the same room, i'd go to grealish any day."
the expression on your face slowly becomes insincere, with the second girl slowly realising who you are. "you're pulisic's gi-"
"yeah i'm pulisic's girl, this is mason mount," you point to mason with your head. mason only waves shyly. "so before i snap and give you girls black eyes, time to leave."
the girls look at each other like the answer's in each other's eyes, and back at you again. "no. we're only speaking the truth. and if you can't handle that, maybe you should leave."
you wanted to laugh at the girls' attempt to argue with you. but you had enough, and before you knew it, you had broken one of the girls' nose as your fist went flying towards then. you wanted to tug on the girl's hair, probably yank out a couple strands, give her a bald spot; you don't know, just something, when you feel yourself get held back, not only by mason, but somebody else.
you want to turn your head to look at the person who held you back from behind, but you didn't have to. "took you this long, huh, pulisic?" mason breathes sarcastically.
"shut it mount," christian almost growls. "babe, baby? i need you to calm down for me. got it? they're not worth it."
"they were insulting you!" you were still trying to fight off christian's death grips on your biceps even though you knew he'd overpower you.
"i don't give a fuck about that y/n, i give a fuck about your safety." you were sure he intended to whisper everything to you but because of how much you were trying to resist his grips, it came out as a low growl almost.
goddamn it, he always has his way with words, you thought. you finally give in and turn to face chris, your eyes beginning to water. "baby there's no need to cry."
"you're a good player, okay. just remember that." you reassure him, trying to silence the sobs slowly pouring out of your throat.
"i know. i'm pretty good huh?" christian scrunches his nose, wiping off your tears at the same time. and during the period where you and christian wouldn't quit staring into each other's eyes, jack grealish approaches the commotion, asking one of the chelsea guards to do him and his club a favor.
"lad, get these girls out of here." jack points at the two.
"what? wait, why?!" one of them starts throwing a tantrum.
"because you made my friend cry," jack raises his voice a little. and so the chelsea guards didn't waste no time escorting the girls out of stamford bridge. "you deserved that broken nose, by the way." jack shrugs as the girl you punched slowly walks by, a chelsea guard right behind her.
"hey thanks, man." christian says, giving jack a pat on the back.
"thanks jack. you didn't have to get involved." you grin thankfully at him.
"when it comes to city fans," jack air-quotes. "i will always involve myself."
christian turns back to you, watching you wipe the remaining tears on your face. "you and mase should watch the game from the lounge from now on. don't want a repeat of this next week, do we?"
"i love you, pulisic." you grin, scratching his beard.
"and a very aggressive i love you more to you, my girl."
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epic the musical sentence starters. the circe saga.
feel free to change pronouns as needed!
puppeteer
i have something that i must confess, something that i must get off my chest. until it is said, i cannot rest.
there's only so much left we can endure.
whatever you need to say can wait some more - of that, i'm sure.
[name], back so soon? where's the rest of your crew?
we came across a palace. inside we heard a voice.
nothing could prepare us for the power that awaited inside...
sir, since we left home we've faced a variety of foes from a wide range of places - gods, monsters, you know the roster, hostile creatures that we could resist.
this was a hell of a twist, cause we are weak to a power like this.
welcome to the best part of your lives.
go ahead and rest wherever you like.
i got you, don't worry [name]'s got you now.
i bet you're tired from the years spent on your feet.
think of your past and your mistakes.. they'll be the last mistakes you'll make.
i got all the power, yeah, i got all the power.
no, i'm not a player, i'm a puppeteer.
they transformed... and it wasn't quick.
this is the price we pay to live.
the world does not tend to forgive.
look at all we've lost and all we've learned, every single cost is so much more than what we've earned.
think about the men we have left before there are none.
let's just cut our losses, you and i, and let's run.
i can hardly sleep now knowing everything we've done.
there's no length i wouldn't go if it was you i had to save. i can only hope you'd do the same.
what if she can't be killed? will you choose to leave?
no one will find their way between my nymphs and i, their loving queen.
it's a game of wits but you don't have to play.
wouldn't you like
i must say what a brilliant speech you gave.
you wanna beat her? you'll need the blessing of a certain god.
[silly little laugh]
wouldn't you like a taste of the power? wouldn't you like to use more than words?
deep in the night the fight lasts for hours.
you can be hurt or you can beat her.
wouldn't you like to have some of thе magic? wouldn't you like your outcome prefеrred?
deep in the night the fight can be tragic.
i'll help you conquer her.
she can turn you into an animal that'll end up on her plate. she can all but make you fall in love like you're on your hundredth date!
she can conjure up a monster that'll grind you to the bones.
she has all the ways to haunt ya when you take her on alone.
here in the root of this flower, there lies such a power to take her on.
don’t thank me friend, you very well may die. haha, good luck!
done for
i sent out some scouts to take a look around through here and they wound up at your door.
through the years we seldom get a warm welcome, so i must ask just to be sure... did you do something to them?
all i did was reveal their true forms.
i don't know who you are nor why you're here but let me make this one thing clear: i've got people to protect, nymphs i can't nеglect so i'm not taking chances, dear.
if you makе one wrong move, then you're done for.
anything i don't approve, then you're done for.
i could put a spell on you and you're done for.
boy, you better run or soon you will done for.
i don't mean to tip your scale but you will fail at placing any spells on me.
you better cower now and flee.
you must be a liar. mortals can't acquire moly without dire consequence.
then i must be a god like you cause i got this root from the ground with my bare hands.
you and i are now evenly matched. our fates are intertwined, they're attached.
i've got people to protect, friends i can't neglect so now there is no turning back.
you've made your one wrong move, now you're done for.
i will be the one to prove that you're done for.
not even a spell saves you, cause you're done for.
the last time we let strangers live, we faced a heavy loss.
you've given me no reason to bestow you with my trust.
everyone's true colours are revealed in acts of lust.
there are other ways
there are other ways of persuasion, there are other modes of control...
there are other means of deceit, there are other roads to the soul...
there are other actions of passion you have so much left to learn.
want to save your men from the fire? show me that you're willing to burn.
who's to say with the mistakes i've made that they will be the last mistakes i ever make?
there is so much power but there's puppet here.
this is the price we pay to love.
i'm just a man, forgive me.
back at home, my wife awaits for me.
she is my everything, my [name]... and she is all my power.
the god of tides is out to end my life.
so i beg you, [name], grant us mercy.
let us puppets leave.
there might be a way to evade him, there might be a way to get home though this other way’s very dangerous.
it might be your one final hope.
i can’t get you home, but I’ll get you to the underworld instead.
maybe showing one act of kindness leads to kinder souls down the road.
i remember actions of passion... i have been in love once before.
maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no more.
maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer more.
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Hiya I saw your Jack requests were open and all I’ve been thinking about is Jack keeping you warm while in the cold forest (werewolf or not)
Warmth
paring: Jack Russell x fem!reader
summary:
a/n: I absolutely LOVE this idea, and I love the idea of him being cuddly trying to get you warmed up with his body heat! hope you like it anon!
warnings: fluuff, takes place at the end of wbn and unedited!
Birds chirped happily as the sun was just coming up over the treeline. You sat on an old tree trunk as the last embers of the fire were dying out. Ted sat next to you playing a game of solitaire with cards laid out on the dirt in front of him, they were bigger than your hand.
When you woke before you were laid next to the fire, Ted grunted happily at noticing your movement. You greeted him good morning and sat up feeling your bones crack, sleeping on a hard forest floor was not ideal for your body.
Ted had passed you a cup of coffee which you greatly accepted and now here you were watching for Jack to wake up under the teepee made of sticks.
Flashes of last night flowed through your mind, you remember arriving at Bloodstone manner with Jack last night, the only reason you both were there was to rescue Ted again. You did successfully with the help of Elsa then everything pretty much went to hell after Jack tried to pick up the Bloodstone and the three of you were imprisoned in a cage. After Jack had transformed and pretty much went on a whole rampage you and Ted left Elsa to go find Jack. Finding him was the hard part but once you did he had already been tired out at that point and fell asleep, so here you all were know.
A groan coming from the teepee broke you out of your thoughts and made you look for the source. Jack was waking up, crawling out from his makeshift tent, and coming to sit beside you. Ted lifted another mug of coffee up to Jack which he thanked him for. Jack wrapped his cloak tightly around his shoulders and took a sip of his cup and hummed.
"How are you feeling then?" you asked your boyfriend, who scooted closer to you.
"I'll be fine, I always am," he replies.
The record softly playing 'over the rainbow' scratches when it finishes Ted reaches over to lift the needle and start's the song over as it plays over the air again you shiver at the sudden gust of wind blowing past you.
"amour are you cold?" Jack asks.
You nod shivering slightly. "Just a little."
"Well come closer to me then," he gestures for you to move over so you do until both your shoulders are touching. Jack smiles amused he places his mug down beside his foot and begins unwrapping his cloak and putting one side over your back and shoulder to pull you closer to him.
He gasps when he feels how cold your hands are when he laces your fingers together. "Oh, Mi Vida you are freezing." He quickly takes his hand to rub against your arm to warm you up faster, you already feel so warm by his actions. You weren't sure if it was because of the close proximity of you both or if his wolf side had anything to do with him being so warm all the time.
"There see, you already feel better?" he asks.
You nod burying your face into his neck and your body ignites when you feel his lips press against your forehead. Ted grunts beside you both but you're not sure what he's saying, Jack was the only one who understood him, whether that had to do with them being monsters you didn't know but you never really questioned it.
"What are you talking about? I'm the one that always comes to your rescue," Jack argues at the creature.
Ted does some more grunting, it sounds like arguing back.
"Whatever," Jack waves him off.
They then get into a discussion about food while you sit beside Jack listening to half of their conversation. Another blow of the wind rushes past you causing you to shiver once more, you press yourself closer to Jack, you don't see it but he's beaming at how near you want to be to him. Most people never wanted to get attached to him once they found out who he really was, but you didn't care about him being a monster. You didn't believe he was either.
For a while, the three of you sat drinking your coffee as the sun was starting to rise more and more in the sky and you didn't need to huddle up for warmth for much longer. When you tried to pull away from Jack, he frowned and asked you where you were going.
"I'm all warmed up now," you say with the other half of the cloak falling off your shoulder.
"No, I don't want you to catch a cold," he protests. He motions for you to slide back beside him. You raise your eyebrows at Jack.
"I'll be fine, the sun's coming up," you gesture towards the sky.
He scoffs and drops his head in defeat still holding out his arm.
"I like when you're close to me," he confesses suddenly. "I find it very comforting."
Heat creeps up your cheeks and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sudden confession. You and jack had been together for a while after running into each other one night on a full moon, you had helped him, and ever since then you just stuck together. It wasn't long after you grew feelings for each other and made it known, so it wasn't hard for Jack to make you flustered with his charm or smile.
You sigh with a smile on your lips letting him pull you against him again. "Just for a little while longer." you close your eyes resting your head on his shoulder as he lays his head on top of yours.
You hear Ted let out one little sigh, almost as if he's saying 'awe' at the pair of you. Jack tells him to hush which earns a deep laugh from the gentle giant.
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this is the wind&fire anon (for the future, I'll just mark it with a 🍥 so you know it's the same anon!)
I'm happy to hear that my words cheered you up !! That's so important, and I know how hard blocks can be as a writer so I'm more than glad to make you aware of how gorgeous your writing is~
I'm lucky that your requests opened just when I came haha so,, if this one ticks you right,
an Ace fic with a chubby reader where the crew is playing games (like maybe truth or dare) and the reader gets dared to sit on his lap or smth and she gets hesitant because she knows she is heavy? and just Ace pulling her into his lap without any hesitation. this can be short or long, sfw or nsfw, whatever you feel comfy! I know I'll love whatever it is <3
if this isn't quite what you're looking for, that's super cool too, I just want to reiterate that you're an absolutely amazing writer and I love your works!! I hope the block leaves you alone ><
– 🍥
If we don't look at the time stamp on this, the world will shine a little brighter LOL. Please. I am making an attempt at a come back and I love Ace so I decided to give a short at a short scenario with this cute (and spicy) prompt you sent me.
ACE X CHUBBY!FEM READER / SFW (but suggestive)
WC: 907 (under 1k? in this economy? it's more likely than you think)
CW: ace gets handsy in public, at the end of the day he has no manners, Izou is impatient, and Marco is too observant for his own good. I didn't proof read it so that's a content warning. leave me alone *sob quietly*
“Truth or dare!” Izou called out, bringing down his large delicate hand onto the table they were all gathered around. The sound of it slamming against wood delivered a sense of urgency you were longing to ignore but couldn’t. “Come now, quickly!” His words egged you on, pushed you to answer before you could think it over better.
“Dare!” you call out, mind blank. You regret it as soon as the syllable is past your lips but it is too late now. You couldn’t take it back. The mischievous smiles stretching all around the table reminded you that you were indeed in a crew of pirates; sharks in the water, waiting for their next prey. You remember, suddenly, the last time you all played this game. Just like now, you had called out dare, not willing to part with your secrets. They had challenged you to clean the deck with your tongue.
Fortunately for you, you didn’t get far before Marco started worrying about wood splinters and cut you off. It didn’t stop the rest of the crew from cackling until they cried.
You snap back from your reverie, to see Izou’s dark eyes honed in on your face. Eyelashes fluttering, you blink repeatedly, hoping to magically remember what he had just said. When you take a beat too long, Izou sucks his teeth.
“Tsk,” he admonishes, with a small shake of his head. “I said: I dare you to sit on Ace’s lap.”
Immediately you turn your head so fast you feel dizzy. Ace’s dark brown eyes meet yours, and your heart beats in your chest, rattling your ribs like the bars of an enclosure. There’s an excuse, sitting heavily in the back of your tongue that wants to desperately save your pride. You couldn’t imagine sitting your full weight on Ace’s laps–especially not in front of so many observant eyes. What if he complained? What if someone made some off-colored joke about your size? What if the chair broke underneath the weight of the two of you? Countless scenarios, one more frightening than the other, run through your mind. They are tossed overboard by the feel of Ace’s extraordinarily hands on your hips as he spins you around, before he pulls you into his lap.
It’s amazing the way your body melds into his, your softness fills every gap, almost robbing him of every ounce of common sense. You shift on his lap, maybe out of discomfort but it is enough to make him hold his breath. Ace is rigid as you settle again, heat creeping slowly over the expanse of his back, to wrap fiery tentacles around his neck. The temptation of your scent and warmth strangles him until he can’t speak. He tries not to think of you, trembling in his embrace, his hot breath strumming against your collarbone. Carefully, Ace runs his fingers up one side of your body.
“Don’t move,” he breathes against your ear; a hand grips your hip. You feel a hardness stir underneath you, and a flush spreads immediately across your cheeks. Marco holds your gaze as he brings a mug of beer to his lips–and you swear there is a mischievous curve to them. A bundle of nerves lodges in your throat at the same time a fire lights in the depths of your belly when Ace walks a path with the fingers of his free hand over the width of one of your thighs–right towards the center of you.
Izou plows on–oblivious or pretending–with the game that has you questioning your sanity.
“Alright, your turn,” he says, even as you let out a loud squeak that brings his beautifully groomed eyebrows together in a frown. You stammer in response, watching the way his eyes dip to your trembling mouth, and pray and pray and pray that no one notices Ace’s wandering hand under the table, that the chair continues to hold both your weights as you disobey Ace’s command to not move.
How can you not move when his hand is stubbornly trying to pry your now sweaty thighs apart?
“Any minute now, Sunshine,” he croons softly, his voice is silk that slithers across the table to your ears. Meanwhile, Ace’s breath fans across the nap of your neck as he moves your bundle of hair aside. “You have to ask the question.”
“Ah!” you exclaim, as you jump on Ace’s lap, as he drags the pad of his middle finger up and down the inside of one thigh; a touch so searing you swear he’s branding his own name on your skin as he does so. Your mind is so jumbled you can hardly think. You’d never thought you’d be in this situation, on the lap of your biggest most life consuming crush. Not only that, you never could have imagined a situation where Ace would forego all manners. He was an animal, a beast, the worst kind of pirate! “M-marco!” you cry out as you try to aim a swinging leg down to Ace’s foot but you can’t reach. You curse your height, or lack thereof at the moment, and curse the mirth dancing behind Marco’s eyes.
Had he caught on?
“Truth or dare,” you challenge him as you swallow a gasp when Ace rubs softly against your shirts, right over the heated core of you. Marco smiles softly.
“Dare,” he declares with a tilt of his head. “I feel like an adventure tonight.”
#&&. requests#ace x reader#ace x you#ace x y/n#one piece imagine#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece x y/n#one piece fanfiction
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Could you do where Mackie Samoskevich gets mad at the reader and says “Whatever, I’m leaving, Don’t call me!” But he ends up calling her anyways and they make up, I don’t know if that makes sense.
@jorjie-nhl thanks for inspooo :)
Angst: 2. "Whatever, I'm leaving", "Don't call me!" w/ Mackie Samoskevich
Forgetfulness
Today was my and Mackie's 1 year anniversary. I did hint at it last week when I was going through snapchat memories, so there is no excuse for him as to why it's 3pm and I haven't gotten one 'happy anniversary' texts, I know he forgot. I stay hopeful that maybe he has a surprise planned though.
I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and I check my Apple Watch to see it was Mackie that texted me, I read the messaged displayed on my wrist:
Mackie💘: Going to stay a little late at practice tonight, you can come by later tho
I roll my eyes and don't even answer him. He fucking forgot. The worst part is he text me or anything again,
4pm - nothing
5pm - nothing
6pm - nothing
7pm - nothing
I'm not going over. I'm way to stubborn to. I go to my kitchen to clean up a few dishes that were piling up in the sink as I hear a knock at my front door. I turn around and shake my arms so my sleeves fall as I make my way over to the door.
I open the door and see Mackie, he smiles at me "hey babe" he says walking in wrapping his arms around my waist. I hug him back to save the awkwardness but turn around after we pull away.
I go back into the kitchen and roll my sleeves up again as I start to finish the last couple plates, I hear Mackie follow me into the kitchen then lift himself on the counter beside me as he watches me finish.
"What's wrong?" he asks as he continues to watch
"Nothing" I say as I turn to open the cupboard beside his head, and begin to place the clean dishes away
"You just moody today?" he asks me and I turn away leaving the kitchen rolling my eyes.
I sit on the couch and soon Mackie follows, sitting beside me before wrapping an arm over my shoulder. Before he could even pull me closer to him. I took his arm off lifting it over my head and setting it back in his lap.
"What the fuck?" he says slightly laughing. I look at him for a second before looking back at the tv, "Seriously what is wrong with you?"
He slides over a little so our legs were no longer against each other as he looks over at me. "What?" I say looking at him briefly, then turning my head back to the tv again.
" Are you mad the I stayed late at practice tonight? I know I've been kinda AWOL lately but babe, it's the frozen four"
"No" I say answering his question
"No, what?" he says and I ignore him, "I'm way to stressed to play your stupid guessing games, so you're going to have to tell me what I did because by the way you are acting I know I did something"
"I'm not acting any differently than I normally would" I say back to him and I feel the couch move beside me.
"Whatever, I'm leaving" Mackie says making his way to the door, I only glance over slightly.
"Figures you'd have a better place to be" I say acting as if I don't care.
"I'm done playing games" I hear Mackie say
"Holy fuck, would you leave!" I say looking over at him, "And don't call!" I say as the door slams behind him.
I feel like normally I would be pretty upset, but I'm just so angry that I don't feel any sadness. However I do wonder if he will ever realize or if I'm going to have to tell him.
Later that night, I am in bed almost falling asleep my my phone buzzes beside me. I look at my phone seeing it is Mackie and let it ring. Once it stops, it immediately starts ringing again. This time I pick it up, "What part of don't call me don't you understand?" I say harshly into the phone
"Baby please I'm sorry"
"Are you just realizing now? It's 11:40"
"I know, tomorrow I promise I will rent a whole restaurant for you, I'll buy you the nicest pair of earrings I can find, I'll spend the whole day doing whatever you like"
"I wanted to spend time with my boyfriend on our anniversary, but he loves hockey more than me"
"No don't say that. I love you" he says, "I'll tell you what every year I will one up myself every year will just get better and better"
"So next year I'll get a 'Happy Anniversary' or maybe just a text" I say harshly through the phone
"Babe I-" he stops realizing he still hasn't said it yet, "Happy Anniversary baby"
"Little late"
"I know" he says and I can hear him scratch his head on the other end, "Fuck it, I'm coming to get you"
"Mackie it's almost midnight"
"See you in 10" he says before hanging up.
Mackie redeemed himself. He picked me up and drove me outside of the town to one of those truck stop dinners that are open all night. He bought us dinner and dessert and we stayed until 2am. I gave him a new chain and he told me he was going to shower me in gifts tomorrow
#mackie samoskevich#mackie samo#mackie samoskevich x reader#umich hockey#umich hockey imagine#umich imagine
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Hii i havr is request for
Rockstar!Sebastian
Could you do fluffy headcanons about reader and seb reacting to their children's first boyfriend or girlfriend their first kiss or something like that
Your choice if you wanna do just Jess or just Marion or both :)
I loved this series so so much
author's note: i apologise if i am severely late for this. oops.
Y/N had been cooking dinner when the front door opened and closed with a bang followed by silence. She looked at the car who was happily snoring on the corner of the kitchen as if nothing had happened. Soon enough, Sebastian was walking into the kitchen with a very concerned look on his face. When this happened, there were usually two ways to deal with it - either complete silent and let him burst out with whatever has happened or move to a regular conversation hoping to put him at ease of whatever had happened.
- So, did you get the kids? Did you drop Mason at hockey?
- Yes, Mason is at hockey. - he went to the fridge and got himself a beer. - That weird kid's mum is bring him home after practice.
- You really should try to learn your kid's friend's name. - she handed him a bottle cap opener. - Did you pick u ...
- Y/N, you don't even know what I caught Marion doing. - he interrupted, taking a large gulp of the beer before starting to take laps around the kitchen like a crazed maniac.
Y/N furrowed her brows. Marion didn't cause much harm, she was a good kid. It was usually Mason who tended to be the trouble stirrer.
- Well? - she crossed her arms. - Are you gonna tell me or are we playing the guessing game?
- It was awful. Marion! My good kid. Jesse's at college and Mason at this point has taken too much from my personality to give me any hope but Marion is my good kid.
- Jesus, Seb, what happened? - she cleaned her hands, walking up to him. - Was she drinking, smoking?
- Worse. She was a kissing some greasy dude.
Her nerves settled as she bottled in laughter. It really hadn't occurred to her that this would happen. Jesse and Mason were boys so Sebastian wasn't as protective of them as he was of Marion. The last time Jesse had brought a girl home, Y/N swore she saw him high fiving Jesse. She just forgot that one day it would be Marion's turn to start dating. That day had now arrived.
- Well, you were pretty greasy when we started dating. - she shrugged but Sebastian only looked more mortified.
- Marion better NOT be dating anyone that resembles me at any point before our marriage.
- Seb, calm down. She's 16, she's bound to start dating.
- No, no. No. See, I'm gonna fix this.
- You're gonna fix this? - she crossed her arms, wondering what this meant.
- She's going to an all girl school, a catholic school, a boarding school. Whatever keeps her away from kissing and boys.
- Well ... you can always kiss at an all girl school. - she joked, enjoying how flared up Sebastian was at the idea of his daughter finally getting into dating.
- She's getting home schooled then! We can afford tutors.
- You weren't this fired up when Jess brought a girl home.
- Jess is an adult. He's at college.
- Jess still brings his laundry for us to do. - she laughed before caressing his shoulder. - She's growing up, Seb. You're gonna have to get used to it.
- We need another one.
- Absolutely not.
- But babe, hear me out, if we have another baby, this time we can home school the baby and avoid these issues.
- No. Besides, where is Marion? Did you bring her?
- Yes, she's in her room.
- Probably talking to boys. - she joked but Seb only looked up. - Seb, I'm just kidding.
- Better safe than sorry!
#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan/reader#sebastian stan imagine#sebastian stan x y/n#sebastian stan x you#sebastian stan/you#sebastian stan/y/n
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