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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Prompt: It’s Lenny’s Shiva and Jess fixes Midge a plate because she hasn’t eaten all day

A warm hand lands on Jess's shoulder, and when he looks up, Ethan is standing over him.

He's tall, Ethan Maisel. Ex-army, Jess remembers, and he looks really fucking tired.

"Can you go grab Ma a plate of food? Nothing too heavy. Just some fruit, maybe a bagel?"

Jess nods, putting away his book and getting to his feet. The house is full of people making their Shiva calls after the funeral, though few that Jess recognizes. He'd hoped he'd catch Ella, but she's off with her mom somewhere.

He wanders over to the table of food - so much food - and puts a plate together. Fruit, half a bagel with some cream cheese. A little fish, if Midge is feeling up to it.

He wanders through wads of people, spotting Lorelai and Rory, nodding to them briefly before heading into the backyard.

Lenny's garden at the brownstone in New York never quite reached the magnitude of the the one in Stars Hollow. Not as much room. Not as much soil, but it's still beautiful, and sitting next to the plot of flowers is Midge.

She's by herself, her hands in her lap as she considers the roses blooming there, and Jess clears his throat to announce his presence.

Midge looks up and grins at him, her eyes tired and sad. "Hi, sweetie. You needed something?"

"I'm good," Jess says. "Ethan asked me to get you a plate."

She rolls her eyes and keeps grinning. "Of course he did."

She waves Jess over and he hands her the plate, which she settles on her lap without eating. At least for now.

"I guess it's kind of stupid to ask how you are," he mutters, pulling up a chair next to hers.

Midge chuckles a little. "I," she says. "Am okay."

"Are you?"

She shrugs. "What's okay?"

Jess stays silent for a moment without anything else to say. He feels stupid, thinking about phrases like "your eulogy was good" and "big turnout," so he settles for nothing at all.

"I think I'm going to sell this place," Midge announces. "We already sold the house in LA last year, and I don't need two places to live. The house in Stars Hollow is smaller. Better for one person than this monster."

Jess looks back toward the brownstone, considering it. He'd spent a bit of time here when he was younger. Hiding out from his mother. Staying here during an internship with Rolling Stone Magazine. Visiting. He's sad to see it go, but he gets it. That need to let go of past things that don't serve you anymore.

"Probably go for a lot of money," he comments gently. "It's a nice house, and you owned it, so..."

Midge shrugs and grins. "Doesn't really matter. It'll be nice for the kids, though, eventually. Hell, I might just divide up what I get for it amongst the three of them and the grandkids. I don't need money, and it'd be nice to watch them enjoy it."

"Whatever you want, Midge," Jess tells her. "You should eat though. You haven't eaten anything today."

"Hard to be hungry," she tells him. She takes a breath. "God there's so much to do."

"Don't worry about that now, just have some fruit."

"Paperwork, and accounts to close. Things to go through."

"Midge-"

"Did you know that we still own a storage unit out in LA that's filled with club chairs?" she asks, huffing. "Lenny didn't want to get rid of it, because it was funny, but now I have two hundred club chairs just sitting around."

"I'm sure Ethan can handle it," Jess promises.

"And then there's all the furniture here. Lorelai would really like a couple of the couches," Midge babbles. "I don't know how Luke will feel, but Lorelai would love them. And Rory, too. And you have your own place now, I bet one of the old reading chairs would be nice."

"Midge."

She takes a breath. "And the books. God, he collected so many books. He barely read half of them. I said 'Lenny, you don't need a book on crocheting stuffed animals, you're never going to learn to crochet' and he just shrugged and bought it anyway, and now it's just sitting there, and-" she stops, taking a sharp breath, obviously trying not to cry.

Jess watches her sadly as she stares back at the garden again.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asks.

She shoves the plate at him. "Can you please take this? I'm not hungry and I'm tired of holding it."

Slowly, he takes the plate, still watching her. "Anything else?"

Midge shakes her head. "No. I think I just want to be by myself for a little while. I'm not good at people right now."

Jess nods, gripping the plate. "Okay. Do you have your phone?"

She nods.

"Text me if you need me, okay?"

She nods again, and he leaves her to it.

#fic #au #The Scheniders of Stars Hollow #angst #ouch #Midge x Lenny #Midge Maisel #Jess Mariano #Ethan Maisel #Gilmore Girls

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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You've mentioned Pepa and Felix and the library before....can we have that story please?

Oh yeah I remember! Aka the story of why Félix is both the best, and the worst study partner ;)

"Hey you."

"Shut up."

She didn't want to look at him right now. It was after school, and instead of going home to relax, she was stuck at the library, studying. She had a big test coming up, and mamá had caught onto the fact that Bruno used his visions to cheat for her. It pretty much meant she was forced to take her tests all by herself, under VERY intense teacher supervision. It. Sucked.

"Pepa, it's not that bad!"

She slammed the book down, thunder highlighting her intense scowl.

"I could be dancing! Playing sports even! But no, I'm STUCK here! And HE smells like eggs!"

Pepa pointed to the librarian, who just looked up from the book he was reading. Félix gave an apologetic smile as he walked away, clearly offended. Félix sighed as he sat down next to her, pulling a paper bag from his backpack.

"You're just hungry. I brought you lunch, maybe it'll make you feel better."

She huffed, before opening the bag. She could feel the clouds part upon seeing just how much care was put into it. Her favorite empanadas, cut up fruit, and of course, a healthy slice of chocolate cake. She grumbled as she let her head fall on his shoulder.

"Ugh. You're so sweet to me. Fine, you can stay."

"Heh. Gracias, Pepi."

He leaned down to kiss her forehead. He was a sweet boyfriend, she hated it. He let her eat for a moment (chocolate cake first, obviously), before trying to look at her work.

"So, what are you working on anyway?"

"History."

"History? I love history! I can help you."

She rolled her eyes, not sounding tempted.

"But history is boring. I'd rather do math, it's quick and easy. None of this remembering names and shit."

"You remember the history teacher's name."

"It's because he's kinda hot, honestly."

Félix snorted. Did he understand why the girls found him hot? Nope, but hey, to each their own.

"Look, how about this, we make a game out of it?"

"I like games."

"Most importantly, you like prizes. You get questions right, you get a prize."

That got her attention. She wiped her face free of crumbs, before nodding.

"Okay, I'm in."

"Great! Let's see here..."

Félix looked over at her study guide, before finally knowing where to start.

"Okay, here. Easy one. When did Colombia get recognized by the United States?"

"June 19th."

"What year?"

"Fuck if I know."

Félix chuckled as he looked down at her, all while she ate her empanada.

"Wait, how do you remember the day and the month, but not the year?"

"I don't know! But am I right?"

"In 1822, yes. So, half right."

"So I get half prize."

He thought about it, before shrugging.

"Fair enough."

He leaned down to kiss her little nose, making her pout.

"A nose kiss? What, is the heavenly father in the room?"

"Winners get lip kisses. Come on, let's try another one. Let's see, who was the president during that time?"

"Uh...some old guy."

"I mean. You aren't wrong. But come on, you wanna pass, you gotta try a BIT Pepi."

"Uh...James something."

Félix sighed. He wished they had the same class, it'd make this easier.

"President James Monroe. Here, let me try another number one, you're good with those. Richard Anderson was named U.S. Minister to Colombia. When?"

"Uh...January 27, 1823."

"Right! Eso Pepi!"

Sure it was one answer right, but Félix would cheer her on if she got her locker open on the first try (which should be applauded, her locker had a mind of it's own). He leaned down to kiss her lips, and she couldn't help but hold onto his chin as she did so. Oh, kissing him made her turn to absolute mush. She had to wave off the little rainbows that started to sprout as soon as they parted.

"Since I'm trying so hard, can I get one more?"

"You REALLY like cheating, huh? Fine, fine. Only because I like you."

He gave her just one more little kiss. One more after that. Then another. He wanted to pull away, but Pepa convinced him to do just a few more, just by batting her pretty little eyes. He stopped only when she grabbed onto his shirt, probably thinking she was going to unbutton it. She grinned against his lips, wiping just a bit of drool off of his chin.

"You think I deserve a bit of a break, Félix? A real quick one?~"

He thought about it, before pointing to the book.

"No. Come on, Pepa, you deserve good grades. You're as smart as you are pretty, I want people to see it."

She sighed, before relenting, looking back towards the book.

"Fine. Give me another one."

"The first commercial treaty between the United States and the Republic of Colombia, when did it happen?"

She thought about it for a second. Personally she didn't know why anyone would give two shits, but anything to get more prizes. She wanted more than just those kisses. She was about to throw some random number out there, before she felt his hand on her knee. He didn't look at her, but she saw that smile on his dumb face.

"Uh...1824?"

"Good, good. Now, when was it ratified and proclaimed?"

She barely even knew what those words meant, honestly. All she knew was that his hand was slowly gliding up her leg, and she mentally applauded herself for choosing to not wear socks today. His hand was so warm, so big, it made her mind a bit dizzy. So much so, her mini tornado knocked a few books off the shelf in the back of the library, making the librarian swear as he rushed over to fix it.

"Pepa?"

"Hmm? Oh right right. Uhm...it's...18...18 something."

"That your final answer? That won't get you a prize, Pepa."

Oh this wasn't fair. He could touch her in a second, and she was easily pretty enough to deserve a little affection.

"No no. It's...1825?"

"Such a smart girl you are, Pepi! Good job!"

His hand dipped past her little skirt, and his fingers grazed against her panties, not only making her jump, but making her squeak a bit more loudly than she meant to.

"Félix, tu perro~..."

"Oh I'M the dog, huh? Says the girls with the ruined panties. Was it the kissing, or are you just like that with me?"

He snickered as she weakly smacked him, already knowing her ears were burning.

"Don't flatter yourself. It's...because you're helping me. It's sweet."

"Aw, Pepa-"

"That and it's in the library. It's kinda hot."

"Yeah, that sounds like you."

So she wasn't the good girl her mami wanted her to be. She was herself, and that was all that mattered. Félix checked to make sure the librarian was far away and busy, before he motioned towards the book.

"Okay, I'm throwing you a hard one. You get a nice prize if you get this. Ready, pretty girl?"

Oh she was kicking his ass for that. How DARE he call her that, and make her knees like jelly?

"R-ready."

"Good. Balboa, Vasco Núñez de Balboa. Who was he, and what was he known for?"

Not even a year. He just had to pick some stupid history figure, and apparently what he was known for. His fingers moved past her panties, right to her pussy. He moved in just those slow little circles, far too slow for her.

"I...mmph...you know the answer, don't you?"

"I like history, so yes. And you're stalling. I'll even let you try to find it in the book. Go on."

How could she read when his fingers were torturing her? She swore you could even hear how wet she was under him.

"He...was a guy."

"Uh huh, go on."

He was tempting her now, teasing her with the notion of sticking his finger inside of her. He leaned in too, as if trying to look in the book. He was so stupid and so fucking smug.

"In 1513, he...crossed the uh..."

"You're getting there."

Oh boy, WAS SHE. She had to bite her bottom lip to keep back a whimper, trying to scan the pages. She was steaming up the room, she could tell, and it was SO embarrassing.

"Crossed the Isthmus of Panama to the Pacific Ocean."

"Right. Now why was that important?"

"That wasn't a part of the question you son of a-"

Then he stuck a finger in her. Oh that wasn't fair. His finger stretched her so nicely, it stroked her insides just right, she swore she was shaking. She put one hand under the table to grab onto his wrist, wanting more from him.

"Be good. Answer the question."

He looked so fucking smug, she wanted to smack that right off his gorgeous face. She took a deep breath to relax herself, before trying not to focus on her ever coming climax.

"It meant h-he became the first European to...lead an expedition to have seen, or reached the Pacific from the New World-Félix please, tell me I'm right here, I'm dying!"

Félix left her hanging for a second, just to be a tease, before nodding.

"Good job. Let's get you that prize you wanted."

Félix held onto her neck. Not squeezing, but threatening to as he leaned in to kiss her. His finger moved faster and faster, just how she liked it, and forcing her to cum where she sat. Her cry was muffled into his mouth, and he swallowed it as if he needed air. He held her there, till she eventually came down from her blissful high. She stared up at him, mouth panting as if she just ran a marathon. She swallowed, to keep herself from drooling.

"You're...an awful study partner."

"Well that's a fine 'thank you', and-what's wrong?"

He chuckled, only to see her face of terror. Why was she horrified? Because she came on the seat. On the cloth seat. The once bright red cloth was now dark in her own wetness, it was a disaster.

"Oh my god oh my god this is embarrassing!"

She felt herself start to snow, until he put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, easy, easy. Look, that's on me, I didn't think of that. But I can fix it. I think."

Félix looked around the room for some answer, before he looked at his thermos, probably filled with coffee. He sighed, and motioned for her to stand up, before just dumping it on her seat.

"FÉLIX CASTILLO."

Right. The librarian. He just saw Félix emptying his thermos right onto the seat, with coffee now dripping onto the floor. He opened his mouth to explain, when Pepa jumped in.

"I told him to do it!"

"WHY?!"

She couldn't tell him it was an attempt to mask her own stain. So she came up with a lie on the fly.

"I think the chairs are ugly. Like. Really ugly."

"Alright that's it, detention, both of you!"

He huffed as he left to go write them up, and Félix sighed.

"Sorry, Pepa."

"Don't be. Gives us plenty of time to study. You still wanna help me, right?"

Félix grinned as he leaned up to kiss her nose.

"Hey, you get an A on that test, I'll give you a D later~"

#asks #encanto #lemon #not transformers #she did get a B #but hey shit that's not too bad

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springwritess · 5 years

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Allergies | Sanji Vinsmoke

anime: one piece

word count: 1826

note: im not allergic to anything but i hate seafood. i could never be a pirate whoops. also the mc here is shy and not assertive just like me irl.

***

It was a beautiful day in the Grand Line. The sun was shining brightly in the sky. The birds were soaring through the clear blue sky. The white puffy clouds were scuttling along. There weren't any signs of marines. It was a calm and peaceful day. Sanji took the opportunity to cut some watermelon for you all - much to your delight. You decided to take a stroll in Nami's tangerine garden. You took a deep breath. The smell of citrus lingered in the atmosphere.

You watched everyone over at the main deck. There was lots of commotion, just like any other day with the StrawHats. Sanji was flirting with Nami. Robin was reading a book. Zoro was taking a nap. Usopp, Chopper and Luffy were all fishing together. They all seemed extremely concentrated. Luffy started to pull on his fishing rod. Chopper and Usopp pulled too to help him. Eventually, what looked to seem a huge crab was on the deck. It was trying to escape, probably because it didn't want to be eaten. Luffy punched it, and it stopped moved around.

"We caught a huge crab today!" Luffy declared proudly.

"How the hell did he catch a crab on a fishing rod?" Nami asked. She rubbed her temples out of annoyance.

"Who cares? Sanji grill it up so we can all eat it." Usopp grinned.

"It looks edible. We should totally eat it!" Chopper added.

You felt your heart drop. You walked down the stairs to the main deck to take a closer look at the crab. Yep it was definitely one. You grimaced. You had an allergic reaction to shellfish. Thankfully, it wasn't

too severe. The last time you ate one was when you were five years old. You ended up with hives, abdominal pain and diarrhea afterwards. You even threw up a few times. You shuddered at the memory. It was a terrible couple days.

Sanji swung the dead crab over his shoulder and headed over to the kitchen. "If everyone wants me to grill it up. I'll go ahead and do that. It seems like a nice day too to have a barbecue outside. Grilled crab legs will taste just fine. I'll be sure to make it extra nice for my sweet Nami, Robin and [first name]."

Luffy, Usopp and Chopper started to run around and shout in excitement. "Barbecue! Barbecue! Barbecue!" They chanted.

Nami snacked them all in the head and told them to quiet down. Zoro was still asleep through all their commotion. You felt your mouth drop. Amazing..

You were hesitant about telling Sanji about your allergy. What kind of pirate is allergic to shellfish? That's a large portion of the sea you weren't able to eat. It was pathetic. You were usually able to avoid shellfish because Sanji would cook up other foods, but today you guys were just having that huge crab your captain caught. It would probably last for days. You felt sick to your stomach.

"Are you doing okay [first name]? Do you need a checkup?" Chopper trotted over and asked you.

You shook your head and forced a smile. "I'm okay Chopper. Don't worry about me. I'm excited about the barbecue."

He was hesitant about leaving you, but then relented and joined the others to create some more ruckus.

Sanji brought out the pieces of crab and the huge barbecue grill. He also brought garlic butter sauce with him. He turned the grill on. The thick metal rods started to turn red hot. You started to feel nauseous again. You watched the cook place the pieces of crab legs on the grill swiftly. After they were finished grilling, he drizzled the garlic butter sauce on top. You watched as he cut the fruit up swiftly and excellently. He was fast with those fingers. He cut up some more fresh fruit and made some more fruit skewers. He poured everyone some alcohol into glasses.

Sanji hung his jacket over the chair. He tie was also removed. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled the soft tendrils of smoke. He seemed to noticed your gaze. You've been watching him prepare the food for awhile now. You didn't seem to notice him standing right in front of you now.

"Is everything alright [first name]?" He asked softly.

You shook your head. "I'm fine don't worry about me. I can't wait for the food!"

"It's just about ready actually. I'll serve you first."

"No fair! I wanted to get my food first!" Luffy shouted.

"Shut up! Nami, Robin and [first name] get to eat first. The rest of you idiots can wait."

Sanji handed you your plate first. Your stomach lurched. The smell brought back some terrible memories, but you couldn't say you no. You felt bad as stupid as it seemed. You've only been on the crew for a month. The last thing you wanted was to cause trouble for the others. Sanji was a nice guy and went through all that trouble for you.

You gulped. You decided not to touch the crab and instead started to munch on the fruit. The juices spilt forth and quenched your thirst. You continued to munch on them and talked with the others. Everyone was shouting and singing.

"Are you not hungry [first name]? You haven't touched your crab legs. I can have them if you want."

Luffy said. Before you could answer, he reached over to try and take them.

Sanji smacked his arm away. "Don't touch them you idiot! It's for [first name]!"

"I'm okay really. I'm not a fan of crab anyway." You said.

"Come on you can't say that without even trying it." Zoro said. It seemed like the swordsman finally woke up from his nap to eat.

"I agree. Sanji's cooking is really something! Meals are something we all look forward too now." Nami added. "Just take a bite."

Everyone's eyes were on you. The pressure of eating was starting to get to you. Your stomach lurched again. The nausea clawed at your throat, and you tried forced it down the bile. You took a piece of crab and took a bite. Your tastebuds danced in delight. They were right. It's delicious. You finished the whole piece.

"It's amazing. Wow Sanji you're really talented aren't y-" Your voice was cut off from a fit of coughing. Your stood up from where you were sitting. Your chest started to ache. Your eyes started to water. Your breathing hitched. They became more and more shallow.

You lost the colour from your face. You swayed for just a moment before you felt a pair of arms catch you and lower you to the ground. The whole world started to spin, and everything became pitch black.

***

You could hear the worried voices around you, but you weren't able to make out the words at first. Eventually, you started to hear familiar voices.

"Is she okay?"

"Your food is killing her that's what's happening."

"Shut up mosshead! Are you trying to pick a fight?"

"Can I finish the rest of her food?"

"How could you say that? You're the captain! If you're going to be useless, then I'll take charge. Captain Usopp demands you help [first name]!"

"Everyone get out! I'm the doctor and I need to treat her!"

You finally came to and saw a blurry figure standing before you. It was a reindeer. You looked closely to realize it was Chopper. He was treating you.

"Don't get up. I'm still making the medicine to treat your hives. They're all over your arms."

You laid back down and felt your stomach lurch again. This time you couldn't hold back the nausea. You ran for somewhere to contain all your vomit. This time it was Usopp's bag. He left it in infirmary when he was in there earlier.

Chunks of partially digested crab spewed out of your coughing, choking mouth. Your stomach kept on contracting violently and forcing everything up and out. Your face was white and dripping bile, sweat, and tears. Your lurched forward and sunk to your knees. The pungent stench invaded your nostrils and you heaved even though there was nothing left to go.

"I'm sorry. I was allergic. Everyone seemed excited so I was afraid to say anything. All I did was cause everyone more trouble..." You said softly, choking back the tears. You were so embarrassed. You felt pathetic. Vomiting and collapsing like that.

There was a puff of smoke that appeared in the room. You glanced up to see the cook standing at the doorway. You looked away in embarrassment. It was probably him who caught you anyway.

"You really worried us you know. I thought you were a goner. I'm glad Chopper is here to help you out. I'm also glad I was able to catch you too." He smiled.

You rolled your eyes but a smile crept on your face. "The crab..it tasted good. I wouldn't mind trying it again."

Sanji chuckled. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and stepped on it so the fire would go out. He walked over to you. He squatted down since you were on for floor. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, gently rubbing your arm. Despite the queasiness in your stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of your body pressed against his. You sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. His touch made the room warmer somehow, you felt much better.

"Get better soon alright? I'm sorry about that [first name]. I didn't want to hurt you. From now on, don't hesitate to tell us anything. We're friends now." He whispered in your ear.

You hugged him tighter and slowly nodded. "Okay. I will. Don't worry."

The door was swung open as the sniper stepped in. He gasped at Sanji and you hugging each other. Sanji immediately let go. He glared at Usopp and he gulped. "Hate to ruin the sweet moment. But where's my bag? I left it in here didn't I?"

You handed him the bag. "Here it is. I threw up in it though."

He stared at the bag in utter disbelief. "How could you! It had all my weapons in here." He screamed.

"It'll be fine. I'll make it up to you later at the next island. Now get out. Sanji and I were talking."

Usopp stormed out of the room. "Talking huh. It seemed like there was more action than talking." He grumbled.

A bead of sweat appeared on the side of the reindeer’s face. He stood there and rubbed his head sheepishly. "Everyone's forgetting I'm here..."

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