#she’s my precious little baby my sweet little meow meow
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Leona needed a new reference very badly, and art fight is almost here so that's a great motivation to finally start working on it!
She'll charm you right out of your socks, but heaven forbid she needs to pick up a relatively heavy object
#dnd5e#dnd character#dnd art#dnd oc#tiefling#my linework needs....well work. but I'm happy with my improvement from just last year#OC: Leona#my art#she’s my precious little baby my sweet little meow meow
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me: LOOK at YOU!! you are so PRECIOUS. and BEAUTIFUL. you GLOW. you are the sweetest angel on this here earth and the sight of you makes me want to WEEP. you light up the room - light up MY LIFE. how can one be so perfect ???
my cat: mreeow??
#her little ears!!#and her little beans#i just#she is so precious to me#my sweet dumb baby gorl#cats#missy meows
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THE PRINCESS DIARIES — *ೃ༄
rockstar! ellie x princess! fem! reader. wc: 11.4k
synopsis: discovering your sense of self after a lofty adjustment to the throne, your guitar-wielding ex-fling shows you that you shouldn’t hate the world.
warnings: 18+. MDNI Sarah is alive in this and is r! best friend, Abby cameo, WOC coded fem! reader, mentions/talks of death, jealousy, smoking (Ellie smokes cigs), bickering, arguing, enemies to lovers, closely inspired by The Princess Diaries movie, mean-ish! Ellie, cursing, rushes to perfection, panic attacks r! has one, anger management classes/ anger issues, Ellie is kinda reckless in this, College-modern! Ellie adjacent, kissing, mentions of hook-ups. best friends sister kinda thing, petnames (princess, dear, baby), kinda slow burn
━━ ♪ Enchanted by taylor swift, I know you by faye webster
a/n: hi my loves this is an almost 200 followers gift, because I love you guys all so much and I'm so glad that you are supporting and enjoying my work, please enjoy because this is a long but sweet one similar to my totally clueless work, inspired by one of the cutest movies everrr - 100% inspired by this art that I’ve seen as welll♡♡
It was time to trade your t-shirt and skirts for dresses, converses to heels. Rags to riches. Royalty knocked on your door like a death sentence, and you were sick of it.
“Did you seriously give my cat a tiara?”
This was not the first thing you wanted to see coming back to your dorm after a dreadful 3-hour class. Your precious golden locked tabby resting on your pink decorative pillow with a toddler tiara on his head — contrasting the scowl on his face as soft meows left his mouth in discomfort. He almost looked like yourself. Bitter and dissatisfied.
This seemed to be an everyday occurrence. Your vivacious roommate, Sarah Miller, loved to tease you about the title you hated the most. Royalty. With Royalty comes nobility and class. The ball gowns, prestige, and perfection almost made you want to throw up at the sight of it. But you couldn’t bail for the sake of Glendale being without a ruler or the public shame, you couldn’t back out – It was far too late.
When the words Princess Hier fell out of your grandmother’s mouth, you felt every wall of comfort fall down. A safety shell forms around your body, fighting the change. The change was supposed to be good, but this felt mentally taxing. Not like it was the end of the world — however, to your peace and serenity it was. Moderately shying away from public acknowledgment would be more conventional to you.
“Isn’t he cute, a little prince…of Glendale” Sarah laughed, rubbing your cat’s face to which he jumped off the bed, hiding underneath the plush mountain that was your mattress. All you could do was groan. Throwing your body dramatically onto your bed, The Jackon U baby tee on your body lifting up slightly to expose your stomach as you inhaled and exhaled deeply.
“Wish I could retire myself from the royal family” you dragged, looking at your phone now to see the arrangements of messages. Specifically, the one from your grandma saying you had princess training and a brunch with her at 5 tomorrow.
“Isn’t that all we ever dreamed about…hell you even have a personal bodyguard,” Sarah emphasized, “How cool is that!” the girl sat on her bed, painting her nails a plush pink color humming the tune of the Ariana Grande song that she recently bought on vinyl.
Sarah was right, whilst it sounded good, the thought of exchanging your personal freedoms for a title disgusted you. How were you to be the people’s princess when you couldn’t even navigate adulthood properly? It was strikingly overwhelming. Your mother, coddling you away from the fate of your future just made it worse.
You groaned again, “Next subject…”
“Will you be here tomorrow? Going to Ellie’s, the band is practicing for the Spring Festival” Sarah inquired while blowing on her nails with ease. Right…Ellie. Your sworn enemy Ellie, Sarah’s sister…Ellie. She was enigmatic to you, certainly, the type you don’t bring home to Mama, just a rebellious firecracker. You could smell the faint aroma of cigarettes and wood just by thinking about her. Her presence was frustrating to you. Surely she felt the same.
You weren’t sure how you have come to dislike Ellie, it seemed set in stone, written off in the stars for the two of you. At the first meeting, you thought everything was perfect. That she would be a friend, not a foe. You found Ellie to be quite pretty, with short hair and tattoos to contrast your girly attitude. She wore a large leather jacket when you first met her. Cigarette hanging lowly from her lips as she smiled at you. Chartreuse orbs twinkled as her hand was out for yours to shake. You were naive, she was an arrogant know-it-all, but not with you.
Wherever there was Sarah, there would certainly be you, the blonde dragging you to every event, every show. You were Sarah’s cheerleader, Ellie’s too. You recalled the night you and Ellie got stuck stargazing on the rooftop of the science building. It seemed downhill from there, an accidental liplock where you made home with her lips on yours. The pillow-like clouds that encompassed your own, despite her rough attitude, she was gentle with you.
Her hands held your waist as if you were fragile. She kept pushing, kept kissing until her cheeks were flushed red and breathing seemed obsolete. She kissed like she would never see you again, as if you were dissipating in her hands. With Sarah to your rescue, Ellie had to ruin the moment by saying, “Don’t tell anyone”
So you didn’t. It was your little secret. Pushing your newfound feelings aside and instead found yourself wandering eyes to Lacrosse player #5, Abby Anderson. The first time you brought it up, you were certain that Ellie Williams officially despised you.
“There’s this girl…I really wanna get with her by the end of the semester” You told Sarah, the two of you sitting in the band basement’s brown couch. The two of you gossiped after her band practice. You swore that there were only the two of you in the room, not caring to whisper or lower your tone.
“Oh my…what’s her name?” Sarah whispered as she leaned into your figure, prying for more.
“Abby, on the lacrosse team.” You confessed making Sarah’s jaw drop in shock.
“No way, everyone fucking wants Abby! She’s hot though, and you’re hot too…If the two of you were alone in a room I think you truly could hook up with her!” Sarah chimed in, nodding her head in pleasure. You could only giggle. “No way”
“Yes!..way!”
“No—”
“I don’t see it” Ellie spoke up making her presence known in the room. Walking to where her guitar stood on the stand to unplug it from the amplifier. Your body jumped at her sudden entry, the pitter-patter of your heart, beating like a knocker on the door. You weren’t sure if it was her presence that made you nervous or if it was the fact that she was saying no, to you seeing someone else.
Was it anxiety? Fear? Or sadness? Possibly all 3.
“Huh,” you mumbled, smile dropping as you eyed her figure who wasn’t paying attention to you. Vision getting cloudier by the second.
“Just saying…you’re gullible, overly trusting and fuckin’ virginal…she’ll wreck you – probably hit n’ quit [Ellie!]” The sound of glass shattering replayed in your head. Your lips were separated, but a sound refused to escape your lips. Waterline full of crystal clear tears as the room, and the girl in front of you grew shiny. The words that Ellie said sticking with you. It was cold and low of her, Ellie even knew she might have gone too far, masking her feelings with the coldness that felt like a warm hug to her. Ellie knew better, finally looking at you, her heart tearing at the sight of disbelief on your face. Watery eyes, she was fucked up. But Ellie wanted you to let it go. She wanted to let you go.
It wasn’t for her, hell it was for you. If Ellie wasn’t so emotionally constipated she would have changed her mind and been honest with you. The way your glossed lips felt on hers that night, she could get used to you being hers, that’s all she could ever dream about since it happened. Since you shook her hand the day the two of you first met. She wanted you to be hers.
Ellie Williams was a first-class asshole.
Now you never ended up dating Abby, hell you wish you did. Choosing to drop your little crush and focus on yourself instead. Especially after finding out your royal status, love seemed immature, and off the table – almost overrated. Others, however, thought the future was bright for Ellie and yourself. Sarah was convinced the two of you would end up dating in the future, often rambling about how the both of you would hate each other so much, that you end up infatuated with each other. All bullshit.
Lies.
“Just hearing her name makes me barf!”
“You’re so dramatic!” Sarah yelled, shaking her head at your response “M’not going”
“It’s from 2-4 and I know you aren’t doing anything, just come! You get to hear the song I’ve been working on for the past week and a half…please” Sarah began, her voice was convincing. Hell, she was always a little too convincing, you couldn’t find it in yourself to ever tell the sweet girl no. You were getting ready to shake your head, giving the girl a guilty look as she pleaded some more, this time she fluttered her eyes at you, hopping off of her bed to come onto yours shaking her hand on your shoulder. “Sorry…Sarah”
“Pleaseee…I’ll make sure Ellie doesn’t bother you!”
Your eyes snapped open. “Out of sight, out of mind — I’ll come” you hissed as Sarah only jumped in excitement, throwing her body down to hug your figure. Making you let out a huff in surprise, followed by a laugh at the sudden weight. It was times like this that you enjoyed with your best friend. The moments where she said yes, and you said no but she’ll change your mind and in the end, remorse wasn’t something you felt.
But then you thought back to people who weren’t Sarah, the rest of the band…Ellie, your little princess secret wasn’t out yet hell you haven’t even given it the green light. People talk like trees in the wind. It was only a matter of time before the tabloids got sold a story and your face was plastered on every newspaper.
JNU PRIDE? Princess of Glendale goes to Jackson U
Princess of Glendale likes to kiss girls!
Princess of Glendale…party monster?
Your brain combusted at the thought of seeing you headlining the news with some obnoxious title. You dreaded it — looming over you like a giant storm cloud. You shoved Sarah off of you, staring at the girl with your pinky out, “Can you promise me something?” You started, eyes full of seriousness and a fury like no other, you were no longer laughing.
“You cannot tell anyone [Ellie?] not even Ellie, about my princess duties…not yet, I’ll do it on my own.”
Sarah now was mirroring your serious expression, kissing her pinky softly before wrapping it around your own with great force and weight.
“You’re secret safe with me…Princess”
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Somewhere along the way you were sure anyone could see the steam blowing out of your ears in anger. Sarah, while convincing, was not convincing enough. You should have opted out. Sitting on the rundown sofa in the band’s garage, You were certain Ellie was going to snap your head off. Part of you wondered why you still didn’t like the girl, was it her cockiness, overly large ego, or the way her hair shined like a fresh berry in the sun, or the constellation-like freckles on her—
“What are you doing her– is that my sweater?” the redhead rolled her eyes while tuning her guitar. Ellie’s eyes looked you up and down, slowly tracing her eyes from the pearl white knee-high socks, and black mini skirt before landing on the blue graphic crewneck you wore. Her once soft gaze now hardened, as if she suddenly had the realization of where the two of you stood.
“This is not yours…it’s Sarah’s” You snap, crossing your arms across your chest. Ellie was next to you on the couch, The familiar scent of cigarettes and wood drowning your nostrils, it was intoxicating. Like fumes of a fire.
“...and where do you think Sarah got it from?” Ellie responded with a condescending tone in voice. She was pushing your buttons today, maybe slightly harder than she actually does.
“I Don’t remember you being such a —”
“Such a what–”
You paused. Ellie looked away from her guitar to now glaring at you. Ellie’s hand was up to her ear, queuing that she was listening, eyebrows raising slightly. Your lips sealed tightly, as you sunk your body into the couch, trying to camouflage yourself from her vision. The room suddenly felt small. Air thick almost choking you.
“Thought so” Ellie spat, dismissing you with her hand while she continued to tune her guitar. Bitch, you muttered under your breath, now looking around to see if Sarah suddenly decided to make her re-entry. “Heard that”
The room was silent once more. The strumming of Ellie’s fingers hitting the G or the B chords filled the room, assisted by your small coughs. You could feel her body heat radiating to you, despite being so close yet so far on the couch – a noticeably large gap between the two of you.
Ellie now rested her guitar flat on her lap, digging through her pockets and taking out a black light, along with a pack of Marlboro reds. Placing the toxin between her lips – cupping her free hand to block the wind from the flame. Ellie shook her head to herself as she exhaled the smoke.
“How are you?” she questioned out of the blue, tucking the lighter back in her pocket.
This was weird. Highly, extremely weird. The two of you bickered so much that you forgot what a normal conversation with her felt like. “How was your day?” was enough to break the ice, it surely was better than a “go home” or some outrageous insult she could think of. She was making small talk. Cheap chat.
“Fine…yeah I’m alright” you mumbled bringing a finger up to your mouth, chewing away at the flesh surrounding your nail. The pregnant silence filled the air again, Ellie’s bracelet jingled as she brought the cigarette to and from her mouth. Her left leg now bouncing up and down. “How…about you?”
Your eyes darted to the cigarette, watching as it burned quickly, the ashes building up, while Ellie would wait for the ash to build before cutting it away in the tray.
“Fuckin’ fine too…” Ellie’s raspy voice wavered, almost as if she wasn’t trying to convince you more so herself. Her sudden movements were screaming that there was something that she wanted to say. The pace of her leg bouncing sped up while she also flipped the lid of her cigarette box opened and closed, almost feening for another stick in her mouth – perhaps the whole box.
“You don’t…look fine” You challenge, tilting your head at the girl next to you.
“Thanks, captain, fuckin’ obvious…not that you would care though” Ellie combatted, blowing the cigarette smoke away from your face. This time her hand was tangled in her hair, threading her fingers through her hair before pushing them back out and to the nape of her neck.
You shrugged “M-Maybe I do…”
“Oh sure, you do” Ellie laughed sarcastically, putting out the end of her cigarette, followed by a cough.
“You fuckin pry to everyone around you…or just me?” Ellie was getting mean. She didn’t mean to, the delivery of everything she would say getting more aggressive, and that was frustrating her even more. The girl swore she was working on being a better communicator – requested by Sarah who had to check Ellie for everything she said.
“Yeah, I totally pry to fucking bitchy assholes!” You yelled at Ellie. The tone of the room was shifting, the hostility growing back with swiftness.
“You and your prissy little attitude…”Ellie began, shaking her head as she turned her body this time to look at you, shrugging off the guitar from her lab, instead placing it next to the couch “You think Abby would have put up with how much of a brat you act?... Sorry Princess don’t think so” Ellie finished, clenching her jaw as she let out a heavy sigh.
“So this is what it’s about? Abby?” Your voice was harsh, as your body was also facing Ellie, this time the gap between the two of you was closing.
“Who— what the fuck? Who said this was [you did!] the fuck? I didn’t, [you literally said that!] I mentioned Abby [which was months ago!]...shut up! and you got selfish [and you’re not?] Yeah actually!” the two of you were going back and forth this time. Talking over each other as your voices got louder and louder. Abruptly ending as Ellie reached out to grab your shoulders to get you to stop speaking.
“Get off!” You shouted. Tugging at Ellie’s hands – they only seemed to get tighter.
“Listen, I think…in some other shitty universe we truly could have gotten along with each other…you wouldn’t hate me and I wouldn’t hate you.” Ellie slipped, vulnerability spilling out of her mouth like water, that was the last straw.
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Why do YOU hate me?” Ellie was silent at your question, but it gave you everything you need to know. You kissed your teeth, laughing to yourself as you shook your head in disappointment.
“Well I’m glad it isn’t this one” you responded. Your voice was like a smack to the face. Ellie’s hands fell limp at your shoulders, loosening their weight now giving you room to peel them off as you stood up from the couch. After a quick smooth-out to your skirt, and grabbing the black purse that was next to you, all Ellie could do was watch as your figure walked further and further away.
As you opened the door, Sarah was now making her grand return, occupied by her cell phone but pulling you aside. From all Ellie could see, was your urgency to leave, Her fingers found their way to her lips rubbing them as she cursed under her breath. Sarah shifted her head to lock eyes with Ellie, Narrowing them. Making Ellie quickly turned into her seat sinking in the chair, bringing her hands up to shield her head. Ellie’s head was rushing – like a file cabinet with disorganized folders. Your absence was sealed with the slam of the door behind you, making Ellie exhale.
Sarah cleared her throat, anger deep in her voice, “Ellie what did you do?”
Ellie exploded, “FUCK!”
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“Straighten your spine, chin up, relax the shoulders”
This time, you were at your Grandmother’s Mansion It was almost impossible to relax when all you could think about was Ellie’s words to you prior. Her words played in your brain like a broken VCR, your body tensing at the thought of it. The hunch you had of the rebellious girl hating you plagued your thoughts, did she really mean that? Whilst you might have disliked the girl for her abrupt change in attitude you certainly didn’t hate Ellie. Your heart tore at the fact that she visibly felt the opposite.
“Princess, where is your head?...” your grandmother shouted with concern, you still couldn’t focus on your princess training lessons. Shrugging the book off of your head, used to control your posture, now choosing to place it in your lap as you sat next to your grandmother by the outdoor water fountain.
“Dear, should we cut to tea time [No! Let’s keep going]…?”
“I don’t think I could do this” you exhaled, fiddling your fingers on top of the book. You didn’t wanna cut yourself short, but all you could do was hermit and hide yourself away. All for some petty argument.
“Do what, dear?”
“This Princess…stuff – all respect! But I just don’t think it’s for me” you concluded, your words left a bitter taste in your mouth, putting your head down while you refused to look at your grandmother. You knew her face would be frowning, the wrinkles on her face exaggerating her apparent disappointment, displaying every bit of her age. Your hands started to grip your skirt, twisting and turning the fabric before finding a strand of thread, pulling the lining through as white web-like thread pooled in your hands.
“Okay…What’s wrong? Boy or Girl drama?” Your grandmother asked as if she was onto your behavior – She was reading you like a book. Her frail and boney hands reached over to grab at yours to stop you from pulling the threads of your skirt. You rubbed your gloss lips together, feeling the sticky substance provide you with mild comfort.
“Do you think I’m hateable…Grandma?” You blurted out, voice small, barely coming out as a whisper, snaking your hand tightly to your grandma’s that was on top of yours. The older woman gave your hand a squeeze “Oh dear, that’s nonsense – you are wonderful! Slightly rough around the edges, but you are an amazing daughter, I’m sure you’ll make an excellent princess…an even better lover”
Your Grandmother gave you just the affirmation you needed, negative thoughts whisking away one by one. The elder abruptly stood up, fixing her tiara and pantsuit holding one arm out in front of you.
“Let’s walk, we have a lot to chat about” Her English accent was thick but she sounded elegant and proper. Great care and delicacy came with her voice. You followed her footsteps locking your arm with hers. The two of you walk through the courtyard, moving at a slow pace but perfect enough for the older woman to give you a lecture.
“The royal ball is this Saturday, followed by your induction ceremony on Sunday, I would like to know your decision” She discussed to which you let out a groan. The truth was you hadn’t made a decision yet, drowning yourself in academic work and the Ellie drama, it surely was the last of things you wanted to be focused on.
“I–”
“I know what you’re thinking, your father was the same way too.” Your lips folded into each other at the mention of your father. You didn’t quite know the man, hell after his death your mother never mentioned him. Living with your mother in the refurbished firehouse, haunted by the pictures of him that felt like a pure imagination – Nothing other than a dream. No letter, no heirloom, nothing. But this certainly was something, right?
“You know Y/n you are just like him, even down to the looks – a spitting image of that man” Your grandma started, making you tilt your head at the analogy, “But what makes you different is your honesty, your father never knew what he wanted, except for the fact that he was adamant on trading royalty for a mundane type of love”
“He abandoned the throne?” You mumbled, looking away from your grandmother and facing the greenery in the garden. Tough conversations come at the time that you felt were improper. This was really not the conversation you were in the mood to have. Did she think you’d do the same?
The elder bit her tongue, “In simple terms, yes” A heavy sigh escaped your lips – not failing to go unnoticed by the older woman alongside you. “But I have a proposal for you…” Your grandmother began, this made your ears perk up, stopping her walk so you could hear her loud and clear. Perhaps if it wasn’t for the obnoxiously pollinated shrubs triggering your allergies, you could have heard her better.
“I think it would be great for you to find a date for the ball” Your eyes went wide almost like two tennis balls. There was no way that you would find one. Sarah had a date with some guy Saturday, and your other friend Dina had mumbled something about band practice. It just seemed near impossible. In full honesty, you’d rather be alone.
“Grandma, if I’m being honest…I don’t have anyone” You confess shyly, rubbing your hands at your temples and feeling the faint pulse come along. Certainly, Tylenol or a bandaid couldn’t fix the issue you were having.
“Your presence is still expected…I hope you think about it well, Princess”
If you thought you were dead, you certainly would have so wished now. The faint noise of whispered arguing filled your ears – muffled but with bass, while your head was tucked into a pillow. It almost sounded like bees gossiping in a hive. Noisy and irritant. All the noise seemed to stop when you let out a groan, twisting your body to face the white wall. Despite being in your sleepy state, the presence of warm bodies didn’t fail to interrupt the intimate moment you were having with your sheets. Your eyes fluttered open, blurry vision adjusting with a rub to the delicate skin around your eyes – body sitting up with vastness. Turning towards Sarah’s bed, your body jolted at the sight in front of you. Sarah sitting on her bed, staring at you with concern – Ellie to her left, looking at you with fear and sadness. Ellie was giving a pity look, and she never gave one of those. Something was wrong.
“What’s wrong with you both? Why do you look like that?” You snapped, the silence was overbearing. Uncomfortable almost. Snatching the bonnet off of your head, which dropped the silky blown-out silk press you had gotten done yesterday. Reaching over to your desk to grab the pink hair brush to smooth out your hair. It is still silent – still, from Sarah and Ellie’s end as they watched every movement you made, in fear almost. This was starting to frustrate you.
“Okay, seriously what’s up?” You grimaced, hopping off of your dorm bed to look at the alarm clock on your desk, seeing 9:45am flash repeatedly. The two were acting weird. Sarah gave Ellie a guilty glance, her lips parted as her blue orbs made their way back to you.
“Have you seen the news?” Sarah blurted out making Ellie tilt her head in irritation, “God Sarah shut up!” Ellie yelled, trying to silence the blonde next to her. Ellie gave you a nervous look, twirling the bracelet on her tattooed wrist. Clenching her jaw, Ellie now shielded her body away from you.
You squint your eyes at Sarah, “What news?” You question, “By the way, where the fuck is my phone? It’s literally nowhere to be found.”
Ellie dug her hand into her pocket pulling out your sleek phone covered in a pink protectant case – Why did Ellie have your phone? You speed walked over to the green-eyed girl, reaching to grab the device only making Ellie pull it higher from your reach.
“Ellie seriously” You whined, Your body almost falling on top of Ellie’s as she tried to hide your phone away from your hands. The two of you almost dancing, You would reach with one hand, and Ellie would dodge it by moving in the opposite direction of your hand. Ellie threw your phone onto your bed, the device landing with a loud thud as her hands caught your waist before you could run off. Squirming underneath her touch, you couldn’t stay still until she dug her nails into your waist making you scream.
“Ow! Fuck you! E–”
“Tell her Sarah” Ellie was giving Sarah a pissed look as she held you tightly at the waist. Your eyes darted from Sarah to Ellie, back to Sarah once more, “Now!”
“--Someone leaked your secret – Everyone knows that you’re a P-Princess!” Sarah yelled out, pushing her phone in front of your face. Making you halt all movement in your body. The words that flew out of her mouth made you dizzy, a queasy feeling washing over your body as the urge to double over and chuck out yesterday’s dinner lingered. Your body tensed in Ellie’s hands as your back fell against her chest – Ellie holding you upright, rubbing circles at your waist. This was foreign. Ellie showing sympathy to you, it felt weird to have her hands on your body again after the roof-top incident. But you didn’t give yourself time to process it for long, “W-What?”
This time you snatched her phone from her hands, looking at the articles in front of you. They were creepy photos, stalker-like almost. As if you had been watched for weeks. Photos of you on campus with Sarah, yearbook photos from high school, even you leaving your grandmother’s mansion. The titles were just as obnoxious.
“ROYAL LIVES ON! FIRST SPOTTING OF GLENDALE’S NEW SOON-TO-BE PRINCESS!”
“BFF’S FOREVER? INSIDE SCOOP OF THE PRINCESS’S LIFE AT JNU”
“Nononono” You rambled, scrolling through each article that only seemed to be never-ending. Your face was attached to these articles. HD pictures at that. You were exposed to the world. Assed out. Everyone knew what you couldn’t even understand yourself.
Your worst nightmare was coming true, and there was nothing you could do to stop it, especially with the Spring Festival happening today. It was the perfect recipe for disaster. Recalling Ellie’s hands at your waist, you shrugged the girl off in irritation as Ellie eyed your figure that was now pacing.
“This is bad! Like I’m screwed…Fuck Sarah, I’m so screwed” You ranted to your best friend, sadness turning to anger like a flip of a switch. “Hell, this article is wrong! I didn’t even say yes yet! It wasn’t my decision” You were on the verge of tears.
“I didn’t choose the throne!” you cried out again, this time sitting on your bed holding your head in your hands. Your cat, Mittens, ran to Sarah’s lap, resting his head on Sarah’s leg while letting out slow purrs.
“Sarah, Is she okay?” Ellie whispered, this time sincerity ran through her voice, as she looked at her sister this time, almost begging for directions on what to do. It wasn’t like Ellie to show that she cared, hell most would have thought she would have gained some satisfaction sentiment at the sight of seeing your world collapse, but it felt the opposite. Ellie felt guilty, sick to her stomach at the sight of your panic. Seeing your body rake in sobs, hands gripping at your sheets, tears like a never-ending river, “I don’t think so…I’ve never seen her act like this”
Sarah panicked, bringing her hand up to her mouth at the sight of your panic attack. She was sure if you weren’t stopped the dorm would have been absolutely demolished by the time you reached your cool down. It was true, crying was something you have never done in front of Sarah, hell not even your own mother. Your cool exterior was deteriorating, feeling your body suddenly lose control of itself, head spinning – nothing made sense anymore.
Sarah croaked, “Ellie…” making Ellie jump up from her position at the edge of Sarah’s bed rushing over to your figure. Ellie didn’t care if you were upset with her anymore, nor did the redhead care if you hated her. She didn’t want this for you. She wasn’t entirely an asshole.
Ellie did not care if you were going to fight her – potentially smack her for still being in your space, in this moment Ellie wanted to do something right, at least ease the fear that grew in your fiery heart. Ellie sat on your bed, applying her calloused fingers onto your shaky ones, giving a firm grip to your hand – detaching slightly as her hand trailed up your spine, moving your hair out from your face. Tingles exploded through your body at her sudden presence.
“Can you look at me…please?” Ellie’s voice was gentle. Different from her raspy aggressive tone that she consistently gave you. Your head was still facing towards your lap, but Ellie’s voice was enough to drive you out of the dreamy haze you were in, each inhale you took could be heard loudly through the room. A hand shot up to your heart.
“I can’t breathe…fuck– I can- I can’t” you whimpered making. Ellie squeeze her eye shut, cursing under her breath as she tapped herself back into the situation.
“Sarah, can you give us a sec?” Ellie was almost begging her sister, Her hands rubbing circles in your back, while she looked across at Sarah’s nervous state. Sarah nodded, getting off of the bed to slide her slippers on her feet. Gently putting her key lanyard around her neck – Sarah headed for the door, closing it softly behind her.
Ellie took the click of the door locks the opportunity to slide her hoodie off, leaving Ellie in a white tee. Recalling what she was learning in her anger management classes, something about controlling breaths and taking a step back to breathe – deciding now would be a good time to use the breathing exercises she learned.
Ellie dipped her body weight towards yours, her cool bare skin touching yours that was slightly warm, Your hand was entangled around your heart, practically scratching the fabric that was your lace tank top. Ellie pulled your body into a full hug, which at first you resisted, but the thumping of your heart slowed with applied pressure. “Okay breathe in and out…slowly” Ellie instructed.
You followed her exact words. Head buried into her chest as you continued the breathing exercises, following the tone of her voice. “Good job, Angel, you’re doing such a great job, one more time for me” Ellie led the breathing exercises, as she inhaled implying for you to follow suit, which you did. Closing with a prolonged exhale.
Ellie pried your body away from hers. Not caring that your body was sticky from the pool of thick sweat that ran down your forehead. Ellie stopped to eye your face, which was in a calmer state than before but she could still see the jittering from your body.
“We are gonna try something, I know you’re not a fan of me…but I really need you to trust me, I’ll never let you down, nothing’s gonna hurt you while I’m here” Ellie muttered, she was pleading you. Her voice was wobbly as she did so. God, Ellie would never say it out loud, but she was concerned, and worried for you. The freckled face girl just wanted you to be at ease. “I want you to list 5 things you can see in this room”
You pointed at your cat on the floor “Uh…Mittens”
That’s one.
You winced before continuing to try to find objects to focus on.
“My Hairbrush”
That’s two.
“Your bracelet”
That’s three.
“The mole on your cheek…underneath your eye”
That’s four.
“Come on baby, you’re doing so good for me…one more” Ellie praised, running her hand along your cheek.
“Your, eyes they–they’re a nice washy paled green”
Finally, five.
“Good job! Should we keep going?” Ellie was gentle – careful as if you were a piece of glass, but as much as you wanted to bicker with Ellie in front of you, you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. But how close her body was to you and her ability to set your mind at ease was impressive.
You shook your head no, feeling a lot calmer than you have prior. Feeling the faint mixture of cotton and satin from the comforter on your bed, the hand that was around your chest loosened up, and the air was becoming clearer. You were getting grounded, the blurry haze that was your vision vanishing.
“Can I say one more thing” Ellie spoke up amidst the silence, “...I still don’t like you” you grumbled in between breaths, pulling your hair out of your face and behind your ears. Your tender laugh rang Ellie’s ears, making her do the same – Ellie rolled her eyes at your statement. Despite traveling through a panic attack you were the same old girl whose dislike didn’t seem to budge.
“Yeah, yeah…no you don’t”
“‘cause you hat—”
“Not anymore…maybe a dislike?…I don’t know I just, I-I think I owe that much to you” Ellie snapped. The tone of the room shifted back to seriousness. Ellie was getting vulnerable, throwing in the white towel, this was the moment she was certainly sure she didn’t wanna drag her dislike towards you anymore. The more she thought about it, she really didn’t hate you at all. Ellie was unraveling the tuff knot she made of dislike that she had balled up for you, pealing each layer back like a tangerine. It was all a facade, as her therapist called it. Just a way for her to mask her emotions and put a wall up for anyone who came a little too close to stimulating emotions other than sadness or anger. It was her fear holding her back. Your name was certainly dropped in her anger management classes hearing the same words that would leave Sarah’s mouth.
You don’t truly hate her, you love her but you’re too emotionally immature to deal with it.
You paused on the bed. Looking at Ellie in full this time, noticing that the girl next to you had discarded the hoodie she was wearing prior, and the conflicted scowl that rested on her face. That similar bitter look that you loved to give, yourself. Ellie was deep in thought, finding comfort in the silence that the two of you were sharing.
You smacked your lips,
“You know I have a ridiculous Royal Ball to go to – and no date?...my grandma was like bring somebody for comfort, and I…I realized I didn’t really have anyone, I mean of course I have Sarah and Dina but I’d go to my first ball with other royal people of the world and I’ll be entirely alone…God, I don’t know why I’m telling you this” you confess, almost laughing at the way the words were spilling out of your mouth.
Ellie was attentive, listening to every word you said.
“You know you have me right…I know I didn’t do a good job of making it known before…sorry- this is really hard for me…” Ellie started, puffing out her cheeks to exhale large sums of air – letting the bubble formed by her cheeks deflate. Ellie rubbed her hands on her thighs, up – and down before giving her legs a final squeeze,
“You look like you really need a friend right now, and I…I want to help you, of course your still fuckin’ annoying but let me help you…I don’t expect you to say yes, but…” Ellie cut herself short pausing to control her own breathing while you took this opportunity to speak.
“Ellie, I never thought in my entire 4 years of college that I would be asking you this, but what are the odds that you could be my fake date to the Ball?... It’s all pretend, you just have to act like you like me and we can go our separate ways” You reason, crossing your fingers as you dug them into the sheet to be hidden from Ellie’s field of vision. Ellie however caught the crossing of your fingers, darting her dilating pupils to her tattoo, rubbing a hand at the inked sinking into her skin.
“Can I wear a suit?” Ellie pondered, which brought a smile to your face. Ellie made you smile. “Wait…are you smiling at me?”
“No…I’m smiling at Mittens” you coughed, “behind you…”
“I’m just fucking with you…yeah I am”
“Well…stop fucking doing that you’re creeping me out!” Ellie whined, shrugging her body away from yours. Ellie didn’t wanna admit it but your smile was comforting. It made her want to give one back. Feeling her cheekbones stretch at the possibility of her chapped lips curling into a smile. It was foreign but for once Ellie didn’t feel entirely terrible for wanting to do it.
“Yes, Ellie you can wear a suit, even if you showed up in sweats I wouldn’t care…uh thank you for this!” you beamed with a twinkle in your eye.
“Don’t mention it” Ellie sealed. Giving you a light nudge on the shoulder. There was more silence to fill the air. But the air wasn’t thick anymore, and it didn’t feel like you had to walk on eggshells around anyone – the cloudy sky that was a room when you and Ellie coexisted faded away into a bright sun with a rainbow. You were pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of knocking on the door. This made your heart thump in fear watching the way the slender beige wood bounced with each pound.
“Guys! Uh… hate to ruin the moment but Spring Fest starts in 30 minutes and the band needs to warm up!” Sarah shouted from the other side of the door, making Ellie curse under her breath. Getting up from your bed as she ran to Sarah’s dresser to get her car keys.
“See you Sun–”
“Saturday, Ellie…”
“Right, right see you Saturday, your highness” Ellie was panting, out of breath as she did a shitty bow before bolting to the door and meeting Sarah that was on the other side. As the door clicked closed you could hear the faint sound of Sarah and Ellie bickering – their voices fading away as they got further and further away from the door. Letting out a heavy sigh of relief. Ellie’s signature scent lingered as the room suddenly felt cold at the absence of bodies.
Your body fell back bouncing against the mattress as Mittens crawled on top of a dark piece of fabric making you squint at the sudden dark material contrasting your pink sheets. It was Ellie’s sweater – shooing Mittens off of the sweater, you held the material in your hands, stroking the embroidery on the front. Pulling up the sweater to your nose where the scent of her cologne lingered, assisted with the faint tinge of dated tobacco.
Holding the fabric close to your chest, giving it a squeeze in your hands, as if you were giving it a hug. The smell helps to ease the come down from your panic attack, feelings of fear, and anxiety decaying. Ellie was helping you, in a lot of ways – and she didn’t even realize it.
You hated how her scent was enough to ground you and connect you back to reality from your overwhelming thoughts. It felt like a big game of chess, Ellie knocking over your king piece and swapping it out for one of hers.
She was starting to conquer your thoughts, but no longer in a negative connotation, your thoughts of her were evolving into adulation.
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Saturday.
The mansion was busy this evening, servants and security moving fast while the decoration team had run through the two-story home being careful not to knock over the statues or fine-dining utensils. Meanwhile, you were sitting in your newly acclaimed bedroom, amidst the chaos. The room was previously your father's, remodeled for your benefit and appointing to the throne.
Your delicate hands slid the thick short dress onto your body. It was pink and white, synching at the waist – corset style, with the ruffles and layers of white fabric peeking beneath. There was a slight sparkle to the material on your body – feeling it cling tightly as specks of glitter got onto your gleaming moisturized skin. The assistant that was hired to assist in getting you ready for the ball pulled at the strings of your corset, applying pressure to tighten them.
With each pull back, your thoughts trailed off to Ellie – her suit, and what she would possibly wear tonight. You were undoubtedly nervous, having Royal officials meet you for the second time, which you hoped would go better than the first – but this time with the news out of everything about you. There was no more hiding who you truly were anymore. They would likely gossip about your GPA over a glass of prosecco.
“Princess…Is everything alright?” the assistant questioned as she snapped her fingers in front of your face making you jolt at the release of pressure.
“yeah…I’m alright – sorry…just thinking” you reply sheepishly, turning around to give her a gentle smile.
“Don’t apologize for thinking, it’s your first big day out of two! Plus you have prepared for this moment, and you have made great progress…Your grandmother is proud of you even though she doesn’t tell you, and I’m sure your father would be too”
You smiled at the mention of your Grandmother and her proudness, feeling complete at the abrupt praise. Recalling your father who you felt like you hardly knew but wish you did, building anything you know about him from pictures and stories.
“But I do…have something for you, which I feel is the right time for you to receive.” Your head whipped around almost giving you whiplash as the woman bent down to her folder picking out a white envelope that was sealed with pink wax.
“This is from your father, it was set to be given to you on your coronation day, but I think you deserve it now…I’ll give you some privacy” holding the flimsy white envelope in your hand, eyeing the molded wax, as your fingers traced across the handwriting that belonged to your father. Hearing the door close, you quickly walked to your vanity, sitting down with your back straight up as you gently slide your finger between the thin paper, prying it open to pull out a letter.
My little dove,
By the time you are reading this, I may be long gone, or you haven’t met me. Whether your mother chooses to tell you or not, I would like you to know that I love you and am so proud of the progress you have made that you feel goes unnoticed. If the cat is out of the bag, this would then mean that I am talking to y/n l/n metropolis vagn, Princess of Glendale, granddaughter of Elenor Metropolis Vagn, Queen of Glendale. It is a lot to take in, and I have left you with a big responsibility. Your decision will always be yours even if you feel that it is not.
Weeks prior, leading up to my death I had an intense conversation with your grandmother about the future of the throne. Where it sounds like a curse, I pleaded and I wished that I wanted you to take my rightful place at the throne with my absence. To take my crown, to take my seat at the dinner table, I was giving you everything. I wanted you to have every last thing I owned that I couldn’t be there to give you myself. Royalty is a big thing, and at my age, when I was 17 when I met your mother, I knew that I would have not been in the best of care to run it for long. God when your mother said she was pregnant with you, I knew that she would make a sweet, headstrong but hot-headed child like the both of us. I put trust in you, just seeing the twinkle of your little doe eyes the first day out of the womb, I knew I was looking at the future Princess of Glendale.
I think that it would be wise of me to tell you the story of my first coronation day as Prince. I was late to every meeting, I totally failed at prince practice and balancing a book on my head to learn perfect posture, waved with the wrong hand – I couldn’t even tell my big spoon from my little spoon, or which fork I used first to eat. It was improper and your grandmother was honestly sick of it. I was late…extremely late to my coronation. I took your mother on a date to the gardens that day, We shared our first kiss and it was magical, more magical than the palace walls that I lived in now, it was a deep connection I will never forget.
I took your mother to the ball, She wore pink to contrast my dark suit, but that didn’t matter. I think we complimented each other well, A pink rose corsage right above my handkerchief pocket oddly complimented too. I wore trainers to my first coronation – it was quite strange. My mother was actually sick of me. I naturally made conversation with the elders, and rulers of other places. But as soon as the crown was placed on my head, I left going with your mother to a drive-in movie while we ate messy cheeseburgers in our formal attire. It was such a sore soft moment, but at that moment I felt like I could have the best of both worlds, which I did – and I want you to know that you could have it too, I made sure of it.
Now that this is in your possession, I want this to serve as a reminder that you are equally important. More important than some rubbish title that I rather you choose yourself 100 times over nobility. You choose where you would be the most comfortable. You are to be sweet and divine – but don’t let anyone dim your light or take your future and enjoyment away from you.
I hope this serves as a reminder of my love for you, and an appreciation for your progress, can you believe you have made it this far?
With love and acknowledgment,
Your father, Prince of Glendale, removed from the throne to stretch to his offspring.
P.S it’s okay to fall in love, live a little darling!
Tears prickled your eyes, salted water falling down your face as you took a tissue off of the vanity being careful to dab the water to not ruin your makeup. A laugh escaped your lips, you weren’t crying of sadness you were happy. Genuinely happy. In other ways, it felt as if your father had been giving you a hug and guiding you right along the way during your moments of doubt. You needed that. His encouragement gave you the extra boost to get you through the next two days, while you were not only battling public recognition but fully devoting yourself to the throne.
Looking at yourself through the mirror, rolling your head, noting that it was time to fix your hair, which was currently in a half-up half-down look – placing the crystalized small tiara on your head. Sticking the note that Grandma left on the crown saying ‘just a warmup crown ;)’ on the cleaned glass. Your ringtone runs the air, answering swiftly to hear a raspy voice filling the air.
“Princess…I am outside the gate and there is some guy yelling at me that I have the wrong house” You groaned knowing she was definitely talking about Philip who was the same person who gave you a hard time the first time you visited the mansion. “First of all, don’t call me that…second I’ll be there hold tight”
“Hey! I’m—” you cut Ellie off by hanging up the phone with a swift click to the red button. You were nervous to see Ellie, the thought of what she could possibly be wearing stormed your thoughts, imagining a nicely fitting suit on her body, her hair free of any elastic.
You slid on your pink kitten heals – it was time to put on your acting face.
Right hand on the door knob, pausing to have a moment with yourself. You imagined that you were on a boat, the boat on sea rocking in the cold cerulean sea splashing its salty wakes against the curvature of the boat. Before a large tide comes in, waves crash — drowning out your boat. Slamming the door open, you pushed yourself forward dragging your body down the steps and being careful to not fall in your heels.
Right foot…step…left foot…step until you reached the door.
Waving with your right hand, proper, as your way of saying hello to the decoration team. 1 hour until guest arrival and you were feeling rancid. The morning tea in your veins pumps free adrenaline into you – giving you a slight pep in your step.
Running in your heels, which was also, unprincess-like, you reached the gate yelling at Philip through the intercom to let Ellie in. Hearing the locks loosening up as the drawback on the door revealed Ellie, in all her glory. She actually showed up…for you. Ellie was wearing a black suit, her white button down peaking under that was slightly open at her chest. Chuck Taylor classics on her feet which made you laugh. Thinking back to your dad's letter about him wearing trainers to his coronation day. You found it funny – ironic almost but expected that Ellie wouldn’t own dress shoes. Your brain headed back to the words your dad has gracefully written.
She wore pink to contrast my dark suit, but that didn’t matter. I think we complimented eachother well
This time, it was your pink dress to contrast her dark suit, and to you, this didn’t matter either. You too thought you complimented each other. Ellie walked with confidence towards you, as she bowed – one hand folded at her stomach the other behind her back as she bend her body down at you, “Your Highness”
Ellie was waiting for your approval. “God, Ellie…you’re such a kiss ass!” you snickered in amusement finding her figure bowed down before you. “You may stand now.”
“You do that again, I’ll make sure Philip drags you out of here” You finish making Ellie roll her eyes. Her gaze softened at the sight of you, eyes trailing from the tiara on your head down to your dress.
“You’ve looked worse” Ellie shrugged not wanting to fully give you the satisfaction of getting a compliment out of her. Ellie thought you looked stunning, a faint shade of red dusting over her cheeks, as she took in your outfit.
“Geez didn’t know you showered!” You hissed at the girl with a scoff, almost ruining the moment making Ellie throw a hand up in disbelief at your words. “There she is” Ellie sang as if she were expecting this to come out of your mouth any minute.
You looked at the girl fully this time, her Converse were dirty — of course not that you cared, and her hair was loose from any free restraints. Now noticing the absence of the corsage pinned near her handkerchief pocket, you stumbled across the cigarette that was tucked neatly behind her ear. Mouth tip facing forward.
“No, absolutely not” Ellie was confused by your sudden protesting, trying to swat your hand away as you reached for the cigarette, chucking it into the water fountain next to the two of you.
“Hey! That—”
“There will be no smoking on the mansion grounds! You hear me! Ellie, I’m so serious and I’m asking you just this once for a solid 5 hours not to” you pleaded. Normally you wouldn’t care but for an event like this with catty old rich people, you wanted to bypass the extra gossip. Ellie let in a dramatic inhale, looking around at the greenery of the yard the two of you were in.
“Yeah...yeah sure I could do that” Ellie cleared her throat, and her hand was tucked in her pocket — the other at the nape of her neck flicking her hair, she rocked back and forth on her toes.
“Thank you…” your voice was now at a whisper, Ellie’s eyes were beautiful next to the greenery of the garden, and you were almost enamored by how put together she looked. You didn’t expect her to pull through as well as she did, but you were glad she would at least be there to save you from driving yourself crazy in the mansion.
You rubbed your glossed lips together, trying to find the right words to say at the moment. “If we are gonna do this, we have to do it the right way or else we totally jeopardize everything — poof! Princess had to hire a fake date, we don’t want that”
Ellie nodded in agreement. You stepped in closer, reaching into Ellie’s handkerchief pocket as you started to explain the rules, reaching for your own dress to detach the corsage that you pinned there on your way out. Taking the delicate rose and threading it slightly above the pocket on her suit.
The two of your bodies were so close that Ellie could smell your floral and vanilla scent which contrasted with her salted musky wood, making her hitch her throat. The view of your eyes made her slightly antsy at the feeling of your body closer to hers. Instinctively Ellie didn’t know what to do with her hands, panicking as she rested them against the boning of the corset on your waist.
“You can kiss me, though I don’t advise it, hold my hand, walk straight, say excuse me before you end the conversation, no cursing…Stay close to me — it’s very easy to get lost and we don’t want that, no snarky comments, no smoking but you know that, smile” You were speaking fast, Ellie barely catching any of it as she was too busy investing her vision at your hands that were working magic around her suit, slightly doing two buttons for safety.
“Anything else, Princess”
“Did you even catch any of that?” You question, the faint click of the corsage filling the space between the two of you. Ellie gave you a dopey smile, “Honestly, your tiara was crooked the whole time”
It was Ellie’s turn to fix you up, slightly centering the tiara on your head with great delicacy, trailing her hands down your face and to your shoulders with an eyebrow raise. You groaned, ignoring the girl, dragging her hand to follow closely behind you. Ellie found part of it to be like a fairy tale dream. The shit that only happens in movies. From the overly large mansion to the obnoxious shrubbery and freshly kept grass it was hard to believe that your grandmother even lived nearby.
“Don’t speak unless spoken to, and stop slouching you look like a hunchback” You whispered, this time grabbing Ellie’s hand in yours as the two of you walked side by side. Ellie felt a tingle shoot up at her arm at your sudden hand grab, shaking her head slightly to respond to your comment. “Never thought the day would come where you are not only checking my posture…but holding my hand as well, am I going mad?”
You stopped walking to give her an exasperated look, “really? It’s business” The two of you kept walking, making your way to the dining area — almost reaching the corridor when your grandma stops in front of the two of you. She was giving you a stern look before looking over to Ellie. Flicking her eyes back and forth between the two of you. A faint smile as she looked between the two of you.
“You’re just like your father dear” The elder spoke up, putting her ringed finger up to her mouth in awe. “I know”
Elenor cleared her throat. “So who is your friend” Her field of vision shot to Ellie’s hand that was tightly gripped into yours. The two of your shoulders touching — almost scared shitless.
“Uh, Grandma, this is my girlfriend, Ellie Williams, Ellie this is my Grandma, Elenor the Queen of Glendale” You spoke up gesturing the two to each other, Nudging Ellie with your arm queuing for her to speak.
“H-h..It’s a pleasure to meet you” Ellie coughed, “Ma’am” Ellie replicated the bow that she had shown you early, this time getting up quicker. Your hand suddenly felt clammy. Realizing that the moisture was not from your hand but from Ellie’s, who had been drowning in anxiousness next to you. So you squeezed it, giving the girl a soft look of reassurance.
“Oh please, you don’t have to bow Ellie! It’s so wonderful to meet you — aren’t you adorable” Your grandma reached over to squeeze Ellie’s cheeks making them a lot redder than they were before.
You winced at the interaction “Grandma…please” you used your free hand to swat hers away, continuing to look around the room to find an escape out. “We actually are going to go to the garden for a bit, have Philip come to fetch us when the guest arrives”
Giving the woman a faint smile, you drag Ellie away, the redhead trailing behind you like a lost puppy. “Nice meeting you!” Ellie shouted making you shake your head at her outburst.
“And another rule…no yelling” You snapped, walking up to one of the servant trays to steal two glasses of champagne, handing Ellie a glass. The two of you exited through the backyard of the mansion, walking alongside the cobblestone into the garden. It was filled with different kinds of flowers: roses, chrysanthemums, orchids, and hydrangeas. It was a vibrant sight. Enough to make your eyes hurt as the sun was setting.
Sitting next to the fountain, Ellie doing the same but across from you, you closed your eyes amidst the silence, letting the faint sound of the birds chirping guide you – picking up conversation again.
“Welcome to my world” you sang sarcastically, Ellie didn’t bother to heckle you – rather she took this time to see how many differences the two of you had. Ellie was a troublemaker since she was very young…known for picking fights and consistently butting heads with people. The day Joel brought home an anger management class pamphlet Ellie wanted to scream. It’s not that she didn’t think she had issues but she just couldn’t manage her anger properly – mad at the world consistently and it won’t leave her mind like an exposed wound. So Ellie tried one and tried another – realizing she actually needed to communicate what she was feeling if she wanted to be better.
Then Ellie thought of you, certainly too good for her, a pretty girl academically smart and soothing in her eyes. That night at the rooftop didn’t make sense to Ellie, it didn’t make sense to her that a girl like you, could like a girl like her.
“Got a cigarette?”
Ellie snickered “Oh now you want one, I got none for you, I don’t give cigarettes to princesses” Ellie dug into her chest pocket digging inside the fabric to bring out the familiar black lighter and her handy pack of Marlboro reds. Taking out a piece, but your request prior to the ball event made her stop to look at you for approval. “You can have one…go on, smoke it! This is more stressful than I thought”
Ellie shrugged at your response, setting a flame to the burning tobacco, exhaling with ease. You went steady with the champagne, taking a few sips – then larger gulps almost matching the way Ellie was swallowing the cigarette whole.
“Why do you do it?” you questioned. Rotating the liquids in the glass. “Do what?”
“Smoke” your voice was barely a whisper. Ellie blew out the smoke away from your face – as always before tapping some of the ash away, bringing a hand up to scratch her cheek to really think about what she wanted to tell you. Ellie was going to throw in the white towel again.
“Helps me, uh fixate on something other than the emotion I feel, became like a stabilizer – oral fixation typa shit”
Ellie was honest with you, which you could tell from the tone of her voice, it was serious and she was being transparent. “Oh…”
You were preparing to bring the champagne glass up to your lips again when Ellie stopped you, snatching the glass from your hand, tossing the leftover liquid onto the floor, “No more for you…Don’t want our Princess drunk now do we”
You rolled your eyes, “It was keeping my body warm” Ellie gave you a side-eye as she began to unbutton her suit jacket, cursing under her breath as she slid the black jacket off of her arms, raising an eyebrow before throwing it at your face “Ow!”
“You’re welcome” This time you didn’t respond, putting the jacket on while putting your arms through the sleeves. Cold arms feel warmer by the feeling of the fabric around you like a blanket. Similar to yesterday morning when Ellie had left her sweater at your dorm.
“Can we…um” You rubbed your hands together, before locking them together “Can we talk about the night at the rooftop?” Ellie felt her heart sink, putting the cigarette up to her mouth one last time – tapping out the stick to stand up and move closer to where you sat on the brick exterior of the fountain.
“I think I owe that to you..”
You hummed, allowing Ellie to move in close to you, her knee was knocking against your own, as you looked at the girl with such love and admiration despite knowing the hefty conversation that was on the way. Ellie put a hand out to reach for your own, resting her hand in your lap. Webbed through your fingers.
“If I’m being honest…After it happened and my resentment started, I thought about you every night since, I…I think I truly was incapable of being honest with myself and kinda ripping the bandaid off to know that I could be liked. I enjoyed the kiss, do I regret it? Hell fucking no” Ellie began, taking the moment to laugh, “My arguing was a by-product of my flight or fight response absolutely going bonkers at the possibility that Abby could have you or you would reject m–”
“Why would I reject you?”
Ellie blinked rapidly “Sorry…What?”
“I like you! Are you joking, ever since you shook my hand I knew that you were different. But then once the kiss was over, you basically didn’t want anything to do with me, I thought, I made you up in my head” You stroked Ellie’s hand in your lap for comfort, this time Ellie letting go to squeeze your thigh. “The way I imagined you to act was just a result of what I made you to be in my head” You ramble making Ellie nod her head almost ashamed at the way she treated you months prior after the situation dissolved.
“God I was such an asshole” Ellie winced looking away from you, applying faint pressure to your thigh
“If you were one then so was I…”
“Did you mean to say ‘I like you’ in the present tense?” Ellie blurted out, eyeing your facial expressions to see if she caught what you were saying right – or if it was a mistake on your part.
“I did say that didn’t I…” You mumbled, bringing a hand up to your mouth as if you were scrambling to organize your thoughts to prevent yourself from saying anything embarrassing or exposing yourself even further. Ellie’s gaze softened,
“It’s okay if you did” Ellie whispered, lifting a hand to rub at your cheek. The two of you look at each other longingly. You didn’t say anything further – feeling your body lean into Ellie’s until her lips were directly onto yours, closing all gaps between the two of you. Her peppermint moisturized lips locked with your own, feeling Ellie’s hands shoot up to your face for extra support. The kiss was long, the two of you not being to detach from each other, the kiss was a hungry one. Ellie’s tongue grazed yours as the kiss got deeper…and deeper. A splash of the water from the fountain made the two of you abruptly pull away, shaky breathes as the two of you stared at each other for a prolonged period of time, there was no more hatred left in Ellie’s eyes and you knew she didn’t feel the instant regret like she felt the night of the roof-top.
“You gonna tell me to not tell anyone” you whisper to Ellie, giving a slight nudge at what happened the last time the two of you shared a kiss
“I’ve learned my lesson…I’m not hiding you” Ellie spoke softly, bringing a hand up to stroke your cheek. The soft moment between the two of you is ruined by the clear of the throat, to reveal Philip in all black standing in front of the two of you. The two of you jumped away from each other as you looked at the ground embarrassed.
“Now that the two of you have stopped macking, the Queen has requested your return there are some people she would like you to meet” Philip states bluntly, turning on his heel to walk away from the two of you. Ellie and yourself give each other a glance before letting out a fit of laughs at the awkwardness of the situation. Ellie stands up, putting a hand out for you to grab allowing her hand to help you stand up.
With Your hand around Ellie’s everything suddenly felt like it was moving into place, no more need to stress or panic – it felt natural. As the two of you walked through the garden you thought about your dad's letter in admiration, you wanted the best of both worlds and you sure as hell got it.
“Hey, Ellie?” you whispered as Ellie only hummed in response.
“Wanna leave early after this and grab some food?”
#cherry writes 🤍#tlou2#ellie williams#modern au#ellie x reader#sapphic#ellie x y/n#ellie fanfiction#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x f!reader#ellie williams x female reader#ellie x black! fem! reader#ellie x black!reader#ellie williams x black!reader#modern! ellie#modern! ellie williams#college! ellie#college au#rockstar au#rockstar! ellie#guitarist! ellie#ellie williams angst#ellie angst#ellie williams fluff#ellie fluff#ellie fic#x black reader#movie inspired fic#tlou2 x reader#ellie the last of us
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The Snow Song (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Summary: It's a shitty, frigid night and your son is restless due to the noise, but in the dark of winter, Bob always shines a light for you and your family
Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe
The wind continued to howl outside, rattling the gutters and spraying snow against the windows of your home, yet you and Bob remained snug in your bed, the whole house warmer than ever.
"Alright so correct me if I'm wrong," Bob said, wiggling his feet underneath Pumpkin so that she would move to your end of the bed. "But when we get back from vacation in January, we're dissecting The Silmarillion right?"
"Yep," you chuckled.
"Oh fuck me," he sighed.
"Gladly," you answered cheekily.
"You do realize that book is almost five inches thick right?"
"I do Bob but that's beside the point," you answered. "The main lesson block on Tolkien is gonna last more than four weeks anyways."
Bob had been about to say something when the wind began to howl even louder, the whimpering cries on the baby monitor growing a little bit louder. You had been about to get up, pushing aside the books, notebooks and papers splayed across the bed, but Bob's gentle hand guided you back to your spot.
"I've got him (y/n) don't worry about it," Bob assured you.
You watched your husband, in only his tight grey boxers, leave the room for a minute or two, only to come back with the baby who slept in the nursery room next door. Auggie's tiny little form was snuggled against Bob's well muscled chest, covered by his soft blue baby blanket and his Dumbo elephant lovey clutched in his tiny hand.
"Shhhh, my sweet boy it's ok," Bob whispered to the frightened little baby who curled into him. "It's just the wind."
You couldn't explain it, but you felt a warmth beginning to fill you, seeing Bob gently bouncing your son in his arms and softly singing to him as the wind continued to pelt your windows. His cries quieted once Bob began to sing, his lips ghosting against Auggie's tiny, sensitive little ears.
"May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh, how far you are from home
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie
A promise lives within you now
May it be the shadow's call will fly away
May it be your journey on to light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie
A promise lives within you now
A promise lives within you now"
You felt your eyes getting a little misty. Bob had such a beautiful voice when he sang that even the music teachers at the school had commended him, especially Mr. Sheppard, the choir teacher. To hear him singing to Auggie, your precious little angel, filled you with nothing but pure love for your husband and son.
"Alright buddy," Bob said, drawing the little nesting cradle to the foot of the bed. "Time to go back to sleep."
Bob very carefully lowered Auggie into the nesting cradle, his tiny form all snug and cozy in the warm, cushioned flannel bedding that fit his little form. Bob placed his blue blankie over him and tucked him in, the baby sucking away happily on his pacifier and clutching his Dumbo elephant lovey in his little arms.
"Bob that was beautiful," you croaked, wiping away a tear.
"Oh sweetheart," he chuckled, drawing you into his arms. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
You broke into a laugh as you and Bob cleared away your teacher materials and set them aside on the nightstand. Bob turned out the lights and wriggled his foot again, a signal for Pumpkin to go wherever she needed. With a meow, she slipped into Auggie's bed and curled up beside him, the whole house falling asleep amidst the storm that raged outside.
"Love you Mrs. Floyd," Bob mumbled, kissing your cheek.
"I love you too Mr. Floyd," you whispered back.
Your fingers laced together as his head came to rest against yours, the both of you warm under the thick quilts, flannel sheets and the duvet that kept you both warm.
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Lances ex was terrible
He was the kind of ex that was really full of themselves, cruel, didn't like Lance spending too much time with anyone else (not that his ex girlfriends were any better).
So when they finally broke up everyone rejoiced. The demon had been slain!
Until...he came to get his shit out of Lances apartment because not only did he take his shitty wardrobe he also stole Lances precious baby blue!
His beautiful baby, his sweet meow meow, his darling princess.
But because Lance had no proof the asshat got off scott-free!
He'd cried for hours not knowing what to do and his stupid ex blocked him so Lance couldn't even attempt to beg for his cat daughter back. So he did what anyone would do, he complained online.
The comments flooded with people trying to come up with ideas until one stood out. Some guy with a photo of a motorcycle asking what this ex looks like.
Lance sniffled sending pictures in the replies and waited. He wasn't sure why anyone would want a picture but maybe the guy wanted it so he could keep an eye out? The reply didn't take long at all and it only baffled Lance further.
The guy, Keith K, responded in seconds "dw I can handle this."
Before Lance could even question anything Keiths status had switched to offline leaving Lance to read through other comments as possible solutions.
~•~
At 1am Lances phone lights up with a call. Now, normally Lance would ignore these, who responds to random calls especially at 1am?
But he looks down and it's the same name of the guy from earlier, Keith K. Lance will admit first a foremost he doesn't always think things through and come on now, he was curious to know how this guy got his number at all.
So lance picks up, groggy with sleep "hello??"
"I got ur cat back, do you wanna meet up for her or would you like to wait until later?"
That got lances attention. Now more awake he scrambles to get dressed "are you sure? Like ur sure it's my cat?"
"your name and number are on the collar"
"Where do you wanna meet?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that? I am the stranger."
"Yeah but ur a stranger that apparently saved my darling daughter!?"
Lance hears a small laugh on the other side of the line "I'll shoot you my location?"
"Sounds good to me."
The second the call ends Lance receives directions to a place 15min out and a picture of blue safe in a cat carrier. He's more than relieved to both see her and have proof this wasn't a dream, though he is still weary.
He shoots off a text to Hunk and Pidge with his location/tracking on in case something went wrong and Lance rushes out the door to go meet this stranger. They'll likely wonder what he's up to at this hour, maybe even spam call him in worry. However, Lance doesn't have the patience right now now when his baby is in some randos hands.
Pulling up to the 24hr McDonald's he doesn't even care that he's meeting a stranger anymore the second he sees his baby blue through the window. Lance rushes inside and the second she spots him she paws at the carrier door with a sweet little meow. He's cooing over her and letting her out to make sure she's safe when he finally looks up to see her knight in shining armor.
And wow....this guy is hot.
Dark hair, deep eyes, leather jacket and gloves.
Dude looks straight out of a Harley magazine despite the beat up pick-up in the parking lot Lance is positive belongs to him.
As blue snuggles into Lances hold he looks at Keith with the first genuine smile he's had in days "thank you, I-I don't even know what to say? I can't thank you enough how on earth did you manage this?"
Keith just gestures for lance to sit down across from him, so he does, and smiles "I have my ways."
Oh? Well Lance has to know now "go on share the deets. I can offer you whatever you want off the menu as payment."
The other man snorts "it's fine I'll share without pay...This time."
"Oh? How generous of you."
Keith leans forward on the table "your ex was already on dating apps. I pretended I'd take him on a good date and went home with him. The second he left to get pretty for me I took the cat and ran, he's a douche."
That...what not at all what Lance expected to hear. His jaw was on the floor. He laughed in surprised awe "you...you got my cat back by luring him into false security??"
Keith's brow lifts "what like it's hard? He's the one that fell for it and got uno reverse robbed. I don't know what you saw in him."
That only gets lance to laugh harder "yeah, I don't either."
They spend the rest of the early morning chatting and eventually exchanging phone numbers.
On the way out Keith stops him though "actually, I changed my mind I do want payment."
"Oh yeah? Like what"
He smiles "how about a date?"
Lance is left breathless in the light of the rising sun "you won't be robbing me now, will you?"
"and if I say I am?"
"what do you aim to steal from me mr.criminal?"
Keith leans in just slightly "your heart? If things go well."
Lance gives him a quick peck on the cheek "yeah, yeah I can do that."
No one believes Lance when he says he got a new boyfriend because the guy stole his cat back from his ex.
#voltron#lance vld#vld#vld lance#lance mcclain#klance#keith kogane#keith x lance#keith voltron#i like giving lance crazy exs so he can meet keith#in case u havent noticed#inspired by a post idk where its from but its a ss of a ss#and a girls friend slept with a guy to steal a cat back#but keith doesnt even have to sleep with the guy here bc the ex spends too long in the bathroom#he doesnt really wait v long snyways he waits until he hears the shower and robs the guy#as he should as he should#he totally didnt see lances cute smile in his pf pic and immediately want to help#he wont admit it to a single soul
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Gini's New Friend
Gini’s New Friend
~Hi besties! This is the poll winner, Cat sitting with Lee Know; I hope you all enjoy it! Pls, who doesn’t love Lee Know with kitties
Summary: you and Lee Know catsit for your friend and Gini- your and Lino’s- kitten makes a new friend
Warnings: Y/n and Lee Know share an apartment together, Soonie,Doongie and Dori live with Lee Know’s parents, soft Lee know, G/n!reader, pet names(for you and the kitties), yeobo is a term of endearment meaning Honey in korean, kitty cuddles, lee know maybe wanting another cat (will he ever have enough?), SUPER FLUFFY AND CUTE
You and Lee Know were excited– more so Lee Know– because the two of you would be cat sitting your friend’s cat Nara. Earlier that week, you received a text from your mutual friend Haerin, telling you that she’d be going on a weekend trip–leaving Friday and Coming back Monday– and needed someone to cat sit Nara. She’d asked and you gladly accepted. You and Lee know had already met Nara– Haerin’s sweet,8 month old, gentle fluff ball– and you loved her. You and Lee Know had your kitten Gini for about 3 months and Nara would be her first friend, outside of Soonie,Doongie and Dori. Friday couldn’t come fast enough.
Friday~4.32 pm
It was, finally, Friday and that meant Haerin would be dropping her kitten off soon, before she went on her weekend trip. She had just texted you she and Nara were on their way– and you and Lee Know were excitedly playing with Gini, while waiting for their arrival. “Gini-ah, you get to make another friend. Are you so excited?” You told your Gini, rubbing behind her ears, as she crawled into your lap. “Gini, you’ll have a playmate, this weekend.” Lee Know added, from where he sat beside you on the couch. He leaned over and planted a kiss to your lips and Gini’s head. “Oh my baby, my little Gini. My sweet girl, mommy and daddy are so excited, for you.” You smiled, as she let out a meow, seeming to have understood you. About 10 minutes later, you And Lee Know were interrupted of playing with Gini by a knock on your door.
You smiled and clapped,gently placing Gini on Lee Know’s lap, “Oh, she’s here!” You exclaimed, walking to the open, opening it to see Haerin holding Nara in her carrier.”Hi y/n! Thank you so much, for watching her, both of you.” She smiled and walked into your living room, where Lee Know and Gini were still sitting on the couch. “Oh, it’s no problem! We love Nara, and Gini gets another friend!” You giggled turning to Lee Know , as Gini let out another meow. “Hi Haerin! Nice to see you!” Lee know added, still softly petting over Gini’s back. Haerin smiled and set the carrier on the floor, unlocking the door.” Hi Minho, nice to see you too!......C’mon Nara. Gini wants to meet you,” she smiled seeing Nara walk out of the carrier and Gini jump out of Lee Know’s lap. “As much as I would like to see our babies play, I do have a flight to catch,” Haerin laughed, standing up and heading to the door.”Oh, of course, love!” You smiled, petting Nara as she nuzzled against your leg.”Enjoy your trip! Nara is in good hands.” Lee Know smiled, waving to her as she exited your apartment and you closed the door.
You smiled, walking back to the living room, Nara following behind you. Taking a seat on the floor, you called out to Gini, as Nara sat in your lap. “Gini-ah, come here, sweet girl.Come meet your new friend,baby.” Lee Know smiled, joining you on the floor, as Gini slowly approached Nara. “Jagi, I’m so proud of our baby.” He smiled at you, kissing your temple.”Me too, Min. Our precious girl.” You smiled, seeing Nara and Gini, sniffing each other to get used to one another’s scents. Gini and Nara are , both, gentle and friendly–so of course they’d get along. Which was a relief to you and Lee Know. Seeing the two kitties somehow reminded you and Lee Know of the two of you– playing with each other, nuzzling into one another, sharing soft looks, laying next to one another– and it did make you (slightly) emotional. The sight was too cute, seeing them run around together, nap together…..you and Lee Know HAD to snap some pictures.
Hours passed and dinner was eaten. Which, speaking of, was another way too cute sight. Gini and Nara were sat next to one another, their tails swishing on the floor as they ate. Gini had finished her food first and waited for Nara to finish. Then, and only then, did she go to the living room, with Nara in tow. You and Minho were doing dishes, making small talk, letting out small yawns. Then you heard it…. Two soft meows. The sight you and Lee Know would turn around to see, would make your hearts ache with the cuteness. You turned around first, seeing Gini and Nara cuddling.Nara and Gini spooning–much like you and Lee Know would–with Gini as the big spoon, and their tails intertwined. “Oh….my……gosh…..” You gasped, tapping Lee Know on the belly.”Min, min,babe. Look, look at them.” You pouted, slightly tearing up at the sight. “Jagiya, is everything okay?” He questioned, once hearing you and feeling you tap his belly. “Yeah , Yeobo…look at them.” You said, pointing at the two cuddled up kitties. “Are they okay,jagi?” He asked, turning the tap off , turning to see what had you so captivated. Then, he saw it, saw the same sight that had your heart clenching in adoration.”Oh, oh my goodness…they’re cuddling. Jagi….they’re cuddling, like we do.” Lee know whispered, pulling you into his arms, eyes slightly watering– the sight too cute. “Oh they’re so cute, our baby. Gini and Nara. I need to take a picture. So, I can send it to Haerin.” You whispered back, noticing how the kitties had fallen asleep, and silently snapped a picture, before pressing a kiss to Lee Know’s lips. “They’re just like us, baby.”
Another couple of hours passed, spent playing with the kitties(once the woke up), or watching Tv or an anime. Now, it was bedtime.
You and Lee know had changed into your pajamas, and made your way into the bathroom.You see, Gini had this thing where she would sit on the closed toilet seat and waited for you and Lee Know to finish your nightly routines, before following you to your bedroom for her nightly cuddles. And, if you thought that was cute, it got even cuter. Gini was sitting in her spot and Nara was sat beside her, licking her and softly pawing at her. Not only was Nara cleaning Jini , but Gini cleaned Nara,too. Once you and Lee Know finished your routines, you made your way back to your room, calling for the kitties to come along. “Gini-ah, bed time. Nara-ah, bed time,” you’d said, climbing into your bed. Lee Know smiled, climbing into his side of the bed ( the left side, which was closer to the door) and patted the space on your bed. “Gini-ah, Nara-ah, come here, babies.” He said, signaling for them to join them on the bed. Gini was first to climb onto the bed, meowing and settling herself on the unoccupied.Then, she let out a meow, as if to tell Nara to join her.. Next came Nara, shyly climbing on bed and curling herself into Gini, spooning like they were in the kitchen. Smiling at Lee Know, you cuddled yourself into him, your back to his front, spooning– the same way the two kitties were. “Only feels right, they’re spooning. And so should we,” you smiled, feeling Lee Know press a kiss to the back of your head. “I suppose so ,jagi.” He whispered, gently petting Nara, as you were petting Gini. “I love you , jagi,” Lee Know whispered, pressing a sleepy kiss to your lips. Smiling, into the kiss, you nuzzled further into his chest, your hand slowing as sleep overtook your body. “Mmmm, I love you too, yeobo.” You whispered back, eyes starting to fall shut. Seeing you, Gini and Nara asleep, Lee know shut the lights off and let himself go to dreamland as well. “Sleep well, my loves. And you too, Gini and Nara, sleep well.”
If this was what his weekend cat sitting would be like…he could die a happy man. His loves and Gini’s new friend, soft moments, kitty cuddles and happy memories. What more could he ask for?.....Maybe another cat. But, he’d figure that out another time.
#skz fluff#stray kids texts#stray kids fluff#lee know fluff#seungmin fluff#seungmin x reader#han jisung fluff#jeongin x reader#bang chan#changbin fluff#lee know x reader#lee know x you#lee know and cats#leeknow fluff#petracha#soft minho
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Pet Names 🐾
a silly little drabble for @chaotic-on-main's Cringefest!!!
Levi x gn!reader
Warnings: vague thoughts of cheating, but other than that it's just cringe
The front door closes behind you with a solid click, signaling your arrival home and the end of a long day. As you hang your bag on the coat rack, a sigh of relief escapes your lips, carrying away the weight of the day's work. The familiar sounds and scents of home envelop you, offering a sense of comfort and solace.
To your surprise, it seems Levi has finished his meeting earlier than expected. The sound of the washer and dryer fills the small entryway, their rhythmic vibrations reverberating in the air. Swiftly kicking off your shoes by the door, you call out into the house, "Levi, I'm home! Work sucked, but what else is new?"
However, there is no immediate response. Your voice must have been muffled by the noise of the laundry appliances. Curiosity piqued, you make your way down the hallway, guided by an unfamiliar sound emanating from the bedroom.
"Levi?" you call again, the sound growing clearer as you approach. The tone you hear is unlike anything you've heard from him before—a soft, baby-talk-like cooing, filled with tenderness and warmth.
An uneasy thought flickers through your mind—could he have someone in there with him? Suppressing your rising horror and disbelief, you move down the hallway with cautious steps, the silence only disrupted by the hushed glide of your socked feet on the polished hardwood floor.
"You're such a sweet girl, aren't you? Such a perfect little Princess," Levi's gentle whispers reach your ears, tinged with an unexpected affection. Pet names and endearing terms aren't usually part of his vocabulary. The silence between his words is filled only by the distant hum of the washer and dryer, and the gentle hum of the AC. Could he be practicing pet names? The thought amuses you, momentarily easing your disbelief.
Finally, you reach the bedroom door and steal a glance inside. The sight that greets you brings a mixture of delight and amusement, and you can't help but stifle a giggle with your hand.
Levi is sprawled across the bed, his body curved protectively around the small form of your cat. The rhythmic purring from her tiny frame fills the room, a testament to the contentment she finds in his presence. With adoring eyes, she nestles herself against his chest, one paw kneading into his shoulder while the other stretches into the air, blissfully reaching for an invisible goal.
Amidst this heartwarming scene, Levi exclaims with exaggerated surprise, "Oh, look at that belly!" His hand gently scratches the cat's exposed stomach. "So soft! You're getting a bit fat, huh, sweet tea? My fat little pussycat."
He playfully catches hold of her paw, his thumb tenderly pressing against the small pink pads. "Look at these beans!" With his other hand, he dives into the depths of her fur, offering a soothing rub behind her ears. The cat responds with a contented meow, leaning into his touch. "Such a precious little face," he murmurs with genuine adoration.
It's hard to believe that Levi was initially hesitant about having a cat, citing concerns about fur and litter. Yet now, seeing him engrossed in these tender moments, your heart swells with warmth and joy. You lean against the door frame, a wide smile spreading across your face, as you silently observe this adorable interaction.
"You're such a good girl for me, huh? Daddy's little lovebug," Levi continues, unaware of your presence in the doorway. "You deserve an extra treat tonight, huh, puss?"
Amusement bubbling within you, you decide to join in on the fun, interjecting with a playful tone, "You give Matcha treats?"
Startled, Levi's body jolts, causing the bed to shake. Even Matcha appears momentarily taken aback by your sudden arrival, sitting up to stare at you with wide green eyes. Flushed with embarrassment, Levi's cheeks turn a vivid shade of pink, extending all the way to the tips of his ears.
"How long-" he begins, his usual gruff tone making a swift return.
"The whole time," you interrupt with a mischievous smile, deciding to playfully tease him a little further. "Why don't you call me your sweet little pus-"
"Shut the fuck up," Levi hastily cuts you off, his face deepening in redness. His embarrassment is palpable. "Don't you dare ever tell anyone."
Laughter bubbles up from deep within you, filling the room with a lightness that washes away the stress of the day. Walking over to the bed, you sit down beside Levi, patting Matcha softly between her little ears. As you lean in to give Levi a gentle peck on the cheek, you assure him, "Your secret is safe with me, my sweet little lovebug."
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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)
Summary: Mike has a gift for you.
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI!!! fingering, (unprotected) p-in-v showersex. And cat shenanigans, Mike behaving inappropriately around boobs... That kind of stuff.
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“Babe, can you grab some eh… Yes, Nyx, you can— Jesus Christ! Babe… Cats. Snacks. Please!” You look over the counter into the living room, where Mike is laying on the couch, covered in — and being screamed at by — his cats. The only one sitting next to him, rather than on top of him, is Sy. Your favorite orange menace is glaring at you, impatiently awaiting your return to the couch.
Nyx leaps off the couch and onto the counter as soon as she hears the drawer that holds her precious treats, Nova lazily taking her place on Mike’s chest. Little Mikey — who is still called that even though the name isn’t exactly apt anymore, because he’s grown so much that he no longer fits in the pockets of Mike’s hoodies, much to his dismay — pokes his head out of Mike’s sweater.
“What is he doing?” you ask, barely able to contain your laughter.
“Being a pain in my ass, as per usual,” Mike sighs. “But the cutest fucking pain in my ass I’ve ever seen, so it’s okay.” Your friends still don’t understand how you were able to make peace with the fact that Mike will never look at you the way he looks at his cats. The simple reason is that you know you’ll never look at Mike the way you look at your cats. You mean… his cats. Right?
Sy jumps you as soon as you sit down, Nyx and little Mikey follow soon after.
“Ow, Mikey, that’s my boob!” There’s honestly no saying which Mikey that remark is aimed at: it could easily have been both of them.
“He takes after me,” Mike says lovingly while he manages to grab a handful of tit while pretending to stroke Little Mikey.
“Hey, Mikey, that’s… Yeah, he does take after you,” you sigh as you try to feed all four cats an equal amount of treats. Mike eventually helps you by pulling Sy and little Mikey away before they can make a play for the last few treats. They’re Nova’s, end of story.
“I don’t like how they walk all over my sweet little baby,” you coo while giving her the head pats she so desperately meows for.
“Oh, yeah,” Mike laughs, “I’ve been meaning to tell you she’s got you fooled, babe.”
“What?” You turn to him — or rather; try to, because Sy lets out a dark meow that sounds more like a growl when he feels you’ve shifted too much.
“Yeah,” he said with a grin, “she’s being a pouty little baby around you, but she can take these fuckers in her sleep. They don’t mess with her when you’re not here.”
You turn to Nova, who is lying on her back in your lap, looking up at you with the biggest, most innocent-looking blue eyes imaginable. It’s obvious: whatever shenanigans are going on here, she hasn’t done anything. Mike laughs when you tell him that.
“Uhuh,” he says, “sure, Sweetcheeks. It’s okay, though! I spoil her too. Look at that little face!” He gently touches her nose with the tip of a finger, and she rewards him for his attention with a gentle, yet very loud purr.
“And how about this little face?” You chuckle under your breath as you gently move Nova off your lap and into Mike’s — Sy just bolts at some point — and nestle into Mike’s side, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
“Not nearly as cute,” Mike says, but you don’t agree.
“How about you come with me and I’ll show you exactly how cute I think your face is?” you tease. Mike squirms when your cold hand worms its way into his sweater. “Fucking ow, Mikey!” Ten tiny claws have found their way into your hand — apparently the space inside of Mike’s sweater may now only be occupied by (parts of) Mike, little or otherwise.
“Serves you and those icicles you call hands right,” Mike says as he shivers dramatically.
“Well, maybe there’s a way to get me nice and warmed up,” you mutter with your lips pressed against his neck. “Come take a shower with me?”
“But I’m comfortable right here on this couch, with my cats,” Mike moans. You forgive him immediately; it’s not like you’ve never declined some naked quality time with just Mike because you were just too content with Nova purring in your ear.
Luckily for you, Mike has a weakness… “The shower will have significantly more naked boobs than the couch,” you try.
It works — of course it works! Mike is on his feet in seconds, leaving a very offended Nova on the couch, meowing loudly in protest.
“The f-" Mike exclaims as he takes a break from kissing your neck to look at your feet, where something furry brushed past your legs. “Of course.”
It’s Nyx, now soaking wet, of course, and meowing like her life depends on it.
“You did this, dumbass,” Mike grumbles as he picks her up. “Fuckin' wrong kind of wet pussy, dammit.” You barely manage to fight back a chuckle, and Mike blows you a quick kiss when he notices you heard what he said, before taking Nyx out of the shower cabin and wrapping a towel around her.
“Did you forget to close the door?” you ask curiously. He never does – he knows this is the result of that
“Nope,” he sighs, “but I’ve been suspecting for a while that this little monster can open doors. Guess I have my proof now.”
“Is she gonna be okay?” you ask. Nyx didn't sound like she enjoyed being wet much – although she seems to prefer it to being dried off, which she's fighting very actively.
“Yes, she's just being dramatic,” Mike snorts as he finishes towel-drying her. “Besides, this was entirely her fault. Yeah, you. You don't have to go everywhere I go, little weirdo.” She clearly doesn't agree with him.
After tossing the now semi-dry cat into the hallway and locking the door behind him – but not before checking if any of the others have snuck into the bedroom without him noticing – he joins you in the shower again.
“Where were we?” he says, making you laugh as he grabs a handful of boob.
“Right about there,” you chuckle.
Ever since Mike moved out of his parents' house and into his apartment, quickies in the shower practically all the private time you get together – and you both greedily make the most of what little time you get. Nova and little Mikey go absolutely nuts if you don't let them into the room even when – no, especially when – you’re getting it on, and Sy and Nyx are just obnoxiously loud at all times, no matter where you put them.
To add to the insanity, little Mikey has developed a habit of attacking feet. It's easy to guess why that isn't especially conducive to a romantic environment.
Then again, even limited to the shower – or those sporadic moments you decided it was worth wrangling four cats and listening to their complaints through the bedroom door – you have plenty of fun together. Besides, waking up with a snuggly Nova in your arms and Mike behind you with his arms tightly wrapped around you is just about the best feeling in the world.
Second to that feeling, is the exact thing Mike is doing to you right now; gently sucking on your neck while furiously pumping two fingers into you. He’s really gotten good at that.
“Fuck, Mikey, don’t stop,” you mutter. The remark is redundant at this point; he’s got you.
“Yes, victory!” Mike says with a big grin on his face that you kinda, maybe want to slap off, because he’s being impossible. “Now turn around so I can fuck you.”
It’s not an order of any kind, it’s a very directly phrased request born of sheer impatience, as evidenced by the fact that Mike unceremoniously grabs your hips and attempts to turn you around as he speaks.
“Bedroom?” you try, knowing you don’t want to wait, either. It’s that silly voice inside your brain that still tells you you’re a lady (you’re not) and you have to keep a sense of decorum (you don’t) to keep Mike from thinking you’re a slut (he already knows that, and he loves you for it!)
“Nope,” he replies. “Want you. Now.”
Oh. When he puts it like that… You finally give in to his greedy hands, allowing him to turn you to face the wall. When he pushes into you, you clench your fists and let out a loud moan.
“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you,” Mike groans, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. It’s interesting how he seems to speak your thoughts so often — not that you would go as far as saying the two of you are totally in sync, or anything. God knows that’s impossible with Mikey, who isn’t even in sync with himself. But he’s yours, and you love him, and you can’t help but hope that you’ll indeed never get enough of each other.
He’s patient today, keeping the rhythm of his thrusts slow and steady. That alone would drive you nuts, but it’s the soft kisses to your shoulder and neck that really do you in, and soon you’re begging him for more — faster, harder… anything.
He chuckles. “Let me enjoy this,” he moans into your ear before teasingly nipping at your earlobe, his breath already revealing that he won’t be enjoying this for much longer, anyway. So you concede, your moans echoing off the tiled walls as he keeps his movements slow, deliberate and torturously gentle.
It’s the pressure of his fingers on your breast that eventually betrays him, letting you know he’s struggling — that he’s close, but not quite willing to have this be over yet. He wants to give you more, he always does, but he’s fighting something he can’t hold off forever.
Unsurprisingly, the grunt he lets out when he cums sounds more than a little disappointed, and you grab his arms, wrapping them tightly around you, keeping him as close as humanly possible for a while. You lean your cheek against the cool tiles of the wall, sighing deeply while Mike’s lips explore your neck.
“That was good,” you mutter, making him chuckle.
“That was short,” he replies. Who cares?
“It was great,” you repeat, not prepared to take any of his bullshit.
“Hey Sweetcheeks,” Mike says softly, and you let out a frustrated grunt.
“Five more minutes,” you mumble. There’s no such thing as five more minutes, especially now that the cats know you’re awake.
“I brought you coffee and breakfast.” Mike presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and — as per usual — Nova impatiently headbutts him out of the way. For the first fifteen minutes after waking up, you’re hers. Mike should know that by now.
The breakfast Mike brought you is an avocado and fried egg bagel, which means that eating it is not without risk — especially in bed. Nyx has this annoying obsession with eggs, which she immediately showcases by trying to steal it off your breakfast.
Luckily, Mike quickly provides the cats with their own breakfast, which means you get to eat in peace for a change.
You’re just finishing the last bite when they sprint into the room and jump on the bed. Now, all you have to do is wait for Mike to show up, too, and you can start your favorite part of the weekend; cuddling with Mike and your fur babies until someone can come up with a good reason to get out of bed. Last week it was well past noon when you finally decided you’d spent enough time under the covers. Not that moving to the couch had changed much about your activities. It had only added ‘watching TV’ to the mix — a Christmas movie, and you hadn’t even had to beg Mike to watch it with you; he’d volunteered.
Sy gets comfortable in your lap, while Nova climbs up to stick her face in yours. Nyx curls up next to you, waiting for Mike. That leaves little Mikey, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Odd…
“Baby,” you call to Mike, who you hear rummaging around in the kitchen, “where’s little Mikey?”
“Right here,” Mike says a little while later, when he comes back into the bedroom with his fluffy namesake in his arms.
Mike drops the cat on your stomach, and as soon as you pet him, you notice he’s wearing something around his neck. The cats don’t wear collars, which prompts you to investigate further.
Quickly, you find it’s not a collar; it’s a ribbon, with a note attached to it.
Dear mom,
We miss you when you’re away,
Always screaming, keeping dad awake.
So for his sanity and his sake,
Here’s something we would like you to take.
“You wrote me a poem?” you say with a smile before even really looking at what you’re holding in your hands.
Mike shakes his head. “They wrote you the poem, I promise.”
His tone is so serious that you can’t help but burst into laughter. “God, you’re such a dork, I love you!” You can’t help but notice that there’s something different about him this morning. He’s nervous. Fidgety — more than usual, at least. As if this is something way bigger than you realize at the moment.
It’s then that you realize you haven’t even taken a look at what he’s giving you, but as soon as you do…
In the palm of your hand, there’s a key — a house key, to be precise.
“We don’t want you to leave anymore,” Mike whispers as he pulls you firmly against him, leaning his head on your shoulder.
“You’re giving me a key to your place?” you stammer. Somehow, you get the feeling your voice is barely audible over the sound of your heart.
“I mean,” Mike mutters even more nervously than before, “I’m… I’m actually hoping I’m giving you a key to our place.”
With tears in your eyes, you turn your head to look at him. Mike’s hopeful (but terrified) baby blues stare back at you. “You want me to move in?”
“You can think about it… Or, if you’re not ready, that’s—” You raise a hand to get him to shut up, and when that doesn’t work, you kiss him square on the mouth. Hard.
“Yes, Mike. A thousand times yes.”
#mike hellraiser#mike hellraiser fic#mike (hellraiser)#hellraiser mike#mike (hellraiser) x reader#hellraiser mike x reader#mikey x reader#henrycavill fanfic#henry cavill fanfiction#henry cavill characters#mike hellraiser smut
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dying bc of ur hybrid!reader posts, literally amazing writing <3 ( expect lots more asks from me hybrid!reader fills my heart with love )
going out somewhere with hybrid!reader and she runs off ( chasing butterflies or just something that excites her ) and everyone doesn’t notice till they realise their kitty isn’t with any of them. and she’s just jumping around happily while all of them spilt into teams to go find their precious baby. everyone panicking and seconds away from calling hopper when they finally see her down the road living her best life ♡
awe you’re so sweet, tysm baby 🧸🤍
kitty is always up to smth, can never just sit still and be good. always gotta be chasing after things and bringing home small animals that she has no business bringing home.
it drives them mad, but she can’t help it! if she sees smth pretty, she’s gonna go check it out! ;((
when they finally find her down the road, and notify hopper (who’s a little upset by the way because they’ve disturbed him at work), they’re already running up with mean scowls on their faces.
“what’d we tell you about running off?” mike scoops her up from the ground, bringing her up to eye level, “no more wandering off, you can’t do that here, kitty. not in hawkins.”
she doesn’t seem to be paying him any mind, though, too preoccupied with the monarch butterfly fluttering around her.
“hey, are you listening? need to know you understand,” he questions. she meows once in response, followed by a sway of her tail.
“ok, good. now let’s go—and no more chasing butterflies in the street or you’ll get hit by a car,” the boy laughs, though, there’s some seriousness in his tone.
before he moves to turn around, the butterfly slides in between the gap where his face is leveled with hers. it glides gracefully around the crests of their heads, then floats back down, landing softly on the kitten’s nose. god, it was so cute. he could never be too vex with her.
#become an emoji anon#since ur gonna be in my inbox a lot 🫶🏽#‹ ୭̥⋆*｡ 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 :: 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ๑՞. ›#concepts#mike wheeler x reader#mike wheeler x reader fluff#mike wheeler fluff
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It's moving day! The little menace, I mean precious kitty cat, Spot, is in her carrier and ready, and all that's left to do is move boxes. The furniture is staying at my mom's, as her guest room. With Grillby, of course.
Sansy and Sweets offered you their truck to help with moving. The brothers and Grillby and you spent most of the morning getting all your boxes into the truck.
"We'll meet ya at Grillbz's," Sansy said with a grin.
"Take Care Of The Little Kitty," Sweets added. He knew better than to try to pet Spot goodbye. Your cat had been making her displeasure known for the whole ten minutes she'd been in her carrier.
You smiled at both skeletons and spoke over your yowling feline. "Thanks so much, guys," you said. "We owe you."
Beside you, Grillby nodded. "Dinner is on us," he said.
Sansy snickered. "Thanks," he said. Turning to his brother, he added, "Told you he'd feed us."
Spot screamed louder, cutting off whatever Sweets was going to say.
"We'd better get her home," you said hastily, over the feline shrieking. "Meet you there, guys."
The brothers hurried to their truck and you and Grillby got into your car. Grillby wasn't terribly comfortable driving, so he sat in the passenger seat with Spot on his lap. Normally she liked his lap. He was one of her favorite spots. But apparently today, his warmth was not good enough for her. She continued to let both of you know just how unhappy she was as you drove away from your mom's house into Littleton.
"I feel like we should apologize to her," Grillby said. "I didn't realize she hated the carrier so much."
"She'll be fine once we get inside and let her out," you assured him. "I might not be able to help with unpacking, though. She's gonna need snuggles."
"You can both supervise," he said. He reached out one hand and gently touched your knee. "I am so happy you are coming to live with me."
"Me too," you said. You glanced down for a moment at the ring on your left hand and smiled. He'd proposed a few months ago, and the memory still made you tear up a bit. Or maybe it was the sheer joy at the thought that one day soon, you'd be married to him.
You blinked a bit and turned into the little parking lot behind the bar. The truck was already there and half-empty. Sweets moved fast at any time, and Sansy moved fast with the promise of hamburgers.
"Almost home," you sing-songed to the still-yowling cat. Grillby handed you the carrier.
"See you in a moment," he said, his hands brushing over yours for a moment.
"Love you," you said and kissed his cheek. Then you headed inside and up the back stairs. Spot was still declaring her woes to the world as you went.
You heard a muffled, "Here they come!" and the door to Grillby's apartment--your apartment--swung open. Sansy moved aside for you with his usual grin. "Kitty girl gonna be okay if we keep this open to get stuff in?" he asked.
"She'll be fine," you assured him. "She's going to stick to me like velcro for the next hour at least."
Sansy snickered and headed back down the stairs. You walked into the apartment, taking in the familiar warmth and scent of it. Moving in here was kind of inevitable, after all the time you'd spent here with your love. It felt like home already. You sighed happily and carried the cat to the couch.
"Are you ready to calm down now, crabby cat?" you crooned to her. "We're home now. You don't have to leave again." Lies, of course, because she would have to go to the vet at some point, but she didn't know that.
You opened the door of the carrier. Your sweet black and white girl looked at you with big, big eyes and meowed pitifully. "Oh, baby...Come here. Come on out. Come to Mama." You reached in and she let you pull her out. The moment she was in your arms, she latched onto you and began purring loudly. You leaned back against the couch and cuddled her on your chest, murmuring cat mom nonsense. "Yeah, poor baby. Had to ride in the car for soooo long, huh? Poor poor baby. We're all home now. You and me and Grillby. All home now..."
You heard feet on the steps and soon the skeleton brothers and Grillby appeared, all laden with boxes. Grillby set his down on the coffee table and leaned down to kiss you lightly. "Welcome home, Jessa," he said. He stroked the cat. "Welcome home, Spot."
#story ask#best of all timelines#the best of all timelines#ut grillby#ut grillby x reader#grillby and jessa#secretimelady#drabble
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Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 8 Elation
(Spoilers below)
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-RIGHT OUT THE GATE! WHEN HOW DID SHE EVEN!? THE THIRST!
-MY KWAMI THE THIRST! A minute is an eternity with the right person. Ladybug Calm the calamity that is your hormones
-Chat noir… HOW ARE YOU SO DENSE! She kissed you four times! Four!
-Geez EVERYONE is thirsty for chat noir. I don’t blame the selfie craving
-Marinette venting. And Alya pointing out the reasons she turned chat noir down in the first place.
-Now Marinette is kicking herself over it.
-Marinette pointing fingers
-So that’s how they ended up in the trash. She wants to kiss her meow meow
-Baby boy! He is precious. He wants to see Marinette
-Sabine is like “is something wrong with him?”
-Tom
-Marinette is busy destroying evidence. My heart
-LOOK AT HIM!
-Marinette’s rant
-Which is like “I’m a woman, I have a RIGHT to be into chat noir.” Like damn
-No! Adrien now known as the Alliance boy.
-So much for freedom
-Adrien now sad cause he can’t see Marinette. Baby boy
-Adrien getting visably annoyed by people wanting pictures. “Can’t I be sad for 5 mins about my love life!?”
-Marinette no… he’s right there!
-Chat noir has to pretend he didn’t see that
-the Marichat. They are both so awkward! I’m deceased
-HOW IS THIS ONLY MINUTE 5!?
-They are both nervous messes! I love it!
-WHAT IS THIS!? (My marichat soul is Emerging! I thought I had become sane but no! NO IM FERAL)
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-They baited me, I thought there would be a kiss.
-Alya and Tikki realizing they are overreacting. Alya assuring her it’s fine…
-Until it isn’t and Marinette is gone!
-THEY ARE LOOKING FOR ANDRE! You fools! You will doom us all!!!!
-Marinette ignored Alya’s call. Girl about to cause the end of the world because of thirst!!!
-Yo that looked fun
-“we are here for ice cream, unless you sell hot dogs” only Hot dog Dan can.
-Andre just OUTTED chat noir and Marinette! Damn!!!
-Wow, THAT FUCKING HURT.
-The happy mood gone… just sorrow
-Oh nice try, they trying to bait me again. You can fool me once. But this will get interrupted again
-LITTLE CHEEK KISSES it’s cute but it won’t make me believe what they trying to imply
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
-They did it! The fucking madlads! They fucking did it
-I’m feral don’t touch me right now
-And now it’s ANGST! (I’m being fed so much today)
-Monarch. CAN YOU NOT RIGHT NOW! Like s***!
-Oh no!!! Oh f***!
-Demasker, OOH. NEW AKUMANETTE JUST DROPPED
-OH SHIT 2! WE GET TWO KISSES!
-oh damn, and that one Was ANGSTY AF!!!
-But Marinette realizes what almost happened
-Glaciator 3 LETS GO!
-but now with Tiger powers
-GEEZ Andre calm down! You salty on Marinette
-Chat noir just cut him in half! Good thing he’s icecream
-OH DAMN, Alya might be dead.
-That’s a LOT OF FIRE for an ice cream man
-Glaciator can’t take the miraculous, his hands are too big! Of f***ing course
-Oh that’s creepy, Andre’s hand moving out of the ice cream
-Oh thank goodness, Alya is alive. And she is gutsy
-So the ladynoir.
-Chat noir explaining. It’s sweet and sad
-A giant umbrella. Must you hurt me!
-THEY JUST IMPALED HIM! Damn!
-My Buttocks, YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT!?
-Alya being a wingwoman.
-Ooo looks like It’s getting worse Gabe. GOOD
-oh no… Gabriel knows Chat noir loves Marinette. He is gonna exploit it. DONT YOU DARE YOU BASTARD!
-Chat noir does want to kiss her, but he wants to be sure it’s not an admiration thing. I get that.
-Adrien and Marinette going through it.
-But Adrien doesn’t stay down for too long
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Well,
Ahem
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fucking Fuckity Fuck!
Mother fucking shit!
This episode.
THIS EPISODE!
How dare it!! How dare it make me experience these feelings!
How fucking dare give me everything I ever wanted and then, And then it rip my heart out and piss all over it and make me want more
I need a moment
12/10
The comedy
The romance
The angst
Everything was so GHGGHGGGGAASSGG
#miraculous ladybug#ml spoilers#ml elation#gale reviews#I’m dying#I’m dead#I’ve ascended#I’m death#the angst#the drama#screaming
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CUPHEAD SHOW SEASON 3 SPOILERS
(Do not read if you don’t want spoilers)
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Just watched season 3 all the way through and...it’s better than I expected! My theory may have not happened but...I’m still hyped as hell and lqdihfhwiskdidjjsjsjdj
-My Personal Highlights-
-Mugman knows Cuphead is going to hell if he dies apparently, lmao
-Baby Bottle came back
-Mugman’s “cure” for his stage fright is hilarious
-Okay, The Devil is fucking adorable in Episode 4, cat, kitty, meow meow
-So...is everything gets trapped in bubbles that are precious to The Devil...does he...care for Henchman?! Confirmed???!!!
-Was not expecting a singing number with Cuphead, Mugman and Kettle but I love it
-Cuphead and Mugman’s coats, scarf and earmuffs are adorable
-Devil Christmas episode????!!!!
-Also, Devil music number????!!!!
-Creepy ritual in Santa’s workshop, just your typical tuesday
-Awwwww, the ending of A Very Devil Christmas is adorable! Henchman is so sweet and The Devil looks so adorable in his little train outfit
-Crossdressing Mugman, that is all
-And confirmation that The Devil knows about Chalice
-KING DICE KING DICE KING DICE KING DICE
-KING DICE MUSIC NUMBER???!!!
-Chalice??!! You call...The Devil your boss???
-Damn...feel bad for what Chalice had to go through
-HOLY SHIT! SHE MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL! THAT WAS ONE IF MY THEORIES!!!
-Devil? Chalice? King Dice? Mugman? Cuphead? IN ONE EPISODE????!!!
-Also, Devil and Chalice’s dancing was amazing
-THE DEVIL’S CASINO, HOLY SHIT
-DID I MENTION THE DEVIL’S CASINO???!!!
-*has a heart attack* *comes back to life* THE FUCKING DEVIL’S CASINO
-HOLY SHI-
#cuphead#cuphead show season 3 spoilers#cuphead season 3#cuphead spoilers#cuphead season 3 spoilers#mugman#elder kettle#ms chalice#the devil cuphead#king dice
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OH MY GOD JUNO YOUR KITTY!! SHES SO CUTE HER LIL PAWS AND LIL BLEP IS SO PRECIOUS SHE LOOKS LIKE A PLAYFUL FUN KITTY
AAAA SHE MY BABY!!! her name is tinky like the tellitubby <3 her bday is april 1st and she is genuinely the love of my life.
just to tell u ab her personality… she loves to play!!! but she rarely gets playful bc she is so so old now. she’s 20 but has 0 health problems!! the vet says she will live for a WHILE lol. and and her fave ever thing to do is cuddle people <3 she loves to loaf on peoples chests, backs or wherever she can get to!!! she’s difficult to get off of you lol like even if you move her off she’s coming back on. she is genuinely the cuddliest sweetest girl ever <3
ANDDDD she meows so sweet n small n she purrs 24/7 too bc she is the happiest little girl <3 i wish u could all meet her
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can we get some morning fluff? Little and caregiver don’t matter, I just need to see one of my favorite characters being tiny and cuddly ❤️
EEK OMGOFMGKMGOGM I LOVE THESE. I’m so excited. if you want different characters, feel free to shoot another request ! I tried to pick a duo that’s seen often :3
little ; heather
cg ; alejandro
Alejandro had just woken up, looking down to see a little tiny baby curled up on top of him. He kissed her on the cheek, watching her sleep. She was so precious. Her paci was in her mouth all night and she was still cuddled up on top of him, snuggling into him in her sleep. He softly and quietly let out a giggle before breaking into a smile. She was perfect.
Shortly after, Heather woke up, rubbing her eyes and sucking on her paci more. “Well good morning, mi amor!” Alejandro said, smiling as she sat up and snuggled into him. He had such a soft spot for sleepy Heather, especially when she was little. She was never mean, just always a cuddle bug. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her sweet, precious head onto his shoulder. It was a quiet and peaceful morning, all that could be heard was the gentle sucking of her pacifier. She mumbled out a little ‘g mornin’ after she got herself cozy again, snuggled into her dada.
He picked her up, carrying her to the kitchen. They lived in a small apartment together. They planned on settling for something like a mansion, but they really didn’t need it. The more they saved, the faster they could get to that goal. Once the show was over, they were finally happy, not being against each other. As they’re in the kitchen, he grabs a bottle with cats all over it and a beautiful white ribbon around it. He fills it up with warm milk he had microwaved before adding a tiny bit of sugar and screwing the top on.
“Open wide, beautiful.” He said, Heather obeying his wishes. He gently took her pacifier out, replacing it with the bottle. She drank up as Alejandro brought them back to their bedroom. He turned on the tv, going right to the aristocats movie. Heather loved watching it, it always helped her feel super tiny. She kept drinking while staring right at the tv. She was all snuggled up onto Alejandro still as he sat down. “What noise does a cat make, pretty girl?” Alejandro asks. “S say meow.” Heather says, kicking her toesies around. Alejandro giggled as Heather attempted to snuggle up more, even though she was the closest she could possibly get.
They finished up the movie. Heather’s bottle was done now, meaning she was doing something else. She was sitting on Dada’s lap, of course, doodling something special. She had a new pacifier in her mouth, this time using her clip as well. “Dada, dis fow u..” She says, nervously handing him the piece of paper.
Alejandro looks at it to see a drawing of him, Heather and Bruiser. “It’s perfect, mi amor!” He exclaims, picking her up into a tight, but gentle hug. He runs over, hanging it on the fridge. “It’s perfect!” He says, kissing her on the cheek. She smiles, clapping her hands. Alejandro notices her little yawn, walking back over to the bedroom. “Is it nap time?” He asks, making eye contact with her.
“Nuh uh, m big girl.” She scoffs, moving her head away from him. “Well, let’s see about that later.” He says, getting into the bed and tucking both of them in. Heather tries to throw a tantrum, but doesn’t succeed. Deep down inside, she does want to nap, she just gets embarrassed. Bruiser walks over, laying down with them, causing Heather to scream ‘kitty!’ as he looks around. “Yes, that is a kitty, good job sweet girl!” Her dada coos, praising her for knowing something.
Soon enough, after 15 minutes of laying there, she’s out cold, cuddled up into Alejandro again. “I knew you were tired, mi amor.” He gently whispers into her ear, rubbing her back in a soft, circular motion. He wraps his right arm around her, kissing her on the cheek.
“Goodnight, sweet girl. I can’t wait to repeat this amazing time we had when you wake up. I love you.”
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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS
Thank you, @sleepystede for always tagging me! (I love your name, Beedle, btw!! And I definitely had to google some banjolele music!)
ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? The story is, one parent wanted Kimberly and the other wanted Emily, and that's how I got Kimaly. 😤💗✨
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Everyday just about. But for various reasons. Today, for instance, I was leaving back to work from lunch when I saw my cat sitting so serenely outside near some flowering trees, (it's becoming an early spring here, so everything is beginning to bloom.) He looked so peaceful in the late afternoon light; the gentle wind rustling in the trees behind him. I was overwhelmed by how much I love him that I actually started crying. 😭💕💕 See below for the happy kitty squints.
DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell no.
WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? I... was on our high school's tennis team for exactly one semester. I won one game by default because not only did my partner and I suck terribly, but so did the other team. We won with maybe a 0-1 score. It was very bad. 😂😂
DO YOU USE SARCASM? dO YoU uSe SaRcAsM? Just a little, (not sarcasm.)
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Face shape. Maybe like face shape in relation to their eyes. Yeah.
WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR? Brown.
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Definitely happy endings. Like, don't get me wrong, I enjoy relatively scary movies, but it's gotta have a good ending. I like to see people triumph at the end, or at least end with hope.
ANY TALENTS? I can draw. *Kermit nodding*
WHERE WERE YOU BORN? The States. In a hospital. Somewhere. I think in Oklahoma? 🤔
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Drawing. It's more like glorified doodling for months, until it becomes a full-fledged artwork. I recently started driving, and so I like going for very long drives.
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? My old man baby boy sweet child precious meow meow I adopted from my coworker. He's the most social cat I've ever met. He's bursting with personality, and everyone in the neighborhood knows him (and f e e d s him 😭😭.)
HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'7. Though, fun fact, I had physical therapy on my neck last summer with cervical traction, and during my follow-up appointment, the nurse asked me my height as she was measuring me, to which I replied, "I'm 5'7." After a moment, she paused and said, "No, honey, actually, you're 5'8!"
FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? High school: Art class, of course. Though, I also loved English. Specifically, the writing and grammar bits. College: my whole art curriculum and Film Class.
DREAM JOB? I thought I knew, but it continues to change. I'd like to get into something that helps people, specifically LGBTQIA+. I'd like a job where I get to actively improve people's lives. Anyone have any ideas, please let me know! 🙌
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Today we're saying goodbye to my sweet baby girl Lilly. We've had her for 17 years, since we first moved in together. She's been with us through 4 different homes. She was the runt of a litter of 6 and most projections said she wouldn't make it past 12. She made it to 18 and I'm pretty sure most of it was out of spite. She has always been spoiled rotten. We couldn't have kids of our own but she was our whole world, our little daughter. My favorite cuddle buddy who always snuggled up close during the long nap (bedtime). She was fierce and whenever we took her to the vet they'd say "She was so feisty she'd try to fight us AND god!" She had the sweetest meow and as a kitten, she used to stutter when she cried. I'm going to miss her silky soft fur and her motorboat purrs, her small pitter patter and jingle bell as she bounded down the stairs. Her early morning zoomies as I got ready for work, and her soft contented snores when she fell asleep on my chest. I'm going to miss looking over to the couch and seeing her and hubby (her most favorite human) snuggled up watching YouTube. I'll miss walking around the house with her on my shoulder like a parrot or walking up to hubby to do a kitty file transfer where she'd switch to his shoulder. I'll miss the little button on her nose.
I'll miss my best friend and darling little girl. Today is one of the hardest days of my life and I don't want to think about life without my precious baby Lilly.
#pet death cw#i'm honestly heartbroken right now. i knew this day would come but i was never prepared for it.
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