Jun 9, 2019
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choerry’s purple hair (for anon)
olivia hye ♥ butterfly era
pj’s + room setup ~ arcane
an: lowkey gonna start making more of these
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ scoops~sevika & vi
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ serving size~headcanons (232 words)
౨ৎ sevika
her room: her room would always be dark and ready to be slept in. her room would be pretty organized and I know she’s strict when it comes to people making messes in her room…her room is always warm and comfortable and smells like a mixture of cologne and sweetened cigars. she also would have a little table in the corner with tools if she has to fix up her arm a little bit. her bed would be so comfortable, i feel like she would have a weighted duvet and so many pillows
her pj’s: she would either wear like a sports bra and underwear/pants/shorts or just sleep naked on days she really doesn’t give a fuck
౨ৎ vi
her room: it would be small but comfortable. posters of her interests would cover the wall plus drawings made by jinx. i feel like her room would be dark with only lamps and leds to light it. her room is low-key a mess, socks would be thrown everywhere, dirty clothes sitting in a random corner, and empty beer bottles scattered on the floor. her room smells like alcohol and metallic, i don’t know how to explain it.
her pj’s: she would either wear cartoon themed pants and a cringy ass shirt that says something like “choking hazard” with an arrow pointing at her crotch, and she’d think it is the funniest thing ever
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nutritious and delicious!
now playing: gordon’s gardenparty by the cardigans
ෆ synopsis~you bake abby a yummy treat
ෆ scoops~abby x baker!reader
ෆ flavor~vanilla
ෆ allergy warning~mentions of cutting/dieting
ෆ swirl~lovers
ෆ serving size~onshot (1091 words)
You were at an event with Abby for her work and hadn’t left her side once, despite the many times she’d suggested you mingle with the others. You rejected every offer—not because you were shy, but because you simply didn’t feel like making conversation with people you didn’t know. So here you were, sat at a table beside Abby while she talked to her co-worker and friend, Ellie.
Even the table reflected the event's expensive aesthetic. A velvet-red tablecloth elegantly draped over the surface, topped with a beautiful bouquet of white flowers in a large, golden vase engraved with elaborate patterns. It was gorgeous, but what truly stole your attention was the spread laid out in front of you.
Platters, trays, and towers of delicious desserts covered nearly every inch of the table. From cookies to macaroons, eclairs, and cupcakes—it seemed to hold every dessert imaginable.
You hungrily loaded up your plate with the yummy treats, mainly picking ones you’ve never seen before. Out of your selection you first picked up a Swiss roll filled with frosting and topped with the reddest, most juiciest strawberry you’d ever seen. You take a bite out of the roll and immediately the sweet flavor of strawberry fills your tastebuds. The cake itself was fluffy and light, it was practically melting in your mouth. The cream was sweet but not overwhelmingly so, and housed the strawberry.
You tap Abby’s shoulder. “Baby, you have to try this.”
“Hold real quick,” abby says to ellie before turning towards you. Her blue eyes soften when she saw you smiling up at her, holding a forkful of a random dessert, with cream sticking to your lip.
“Woah, slow down there, sweetie.” Chuckling, Abby grabbed a napkin and gently wiped the cream away, careful not to ruin your lipgloss. Your face heatens at Abby’s display of affection before remembering the far more important task at hand.
“Thank you. But you gotta try this.” you say, moving the fork in a slithering motion towards her mouth, stopping just before it reached her pink lips.
Abby’s smile turned apologetic. “Love, that looks delicious, but you know I'm cutting right now.”
Right. The diet. Or cutting or whatever it’s called. Abby has explained to you multiple times the benefits and reasons behind it, and each time you never understand it. But what you do know is that this new diet is just making Abby more irritable and tired. You tried explaining this to her but she would always try to brush it off as “work stress” but you both know the real reason, even if she doesn’t want to say it out loud.
“Right. That.” you say sadly, bringing the fork down to clatter with the plate.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I’m sure it’s as delicious as it looks.” She says softly. She pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning back to her green-eyed friend.
Throughout the night, you kept catching Abby staring at the table of desserts, hungry for a taste. But she never does. It broke your heart and like earlier you offer a smaller piece of a dessert and yet again she declines it with a soft, sad smile.
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“Woo! Finally home,” abby sighs, as she enters the house after you.
“Mhm, it’s good to be home.” You slip off your light pink heels, stretching your toes.
“I’m gonna go take a shower and head to bed.”
“Ok. I’ll be up there in a bit, love you.” You pucker your lips slightly, and Abby leans down to peck your gloss-covered lips.
“Love you more.” She disappears into the bedroom, and the second you’re sure she’s gone you whip out your phone. You immediately go to your favorite app to get dessert inspiration, Pinterest, and search for low calorie desserts. You scroll through recipes until one catches your eye: strawberry cheesecake. You scan the ingredient list and rack your brain trying to remember if you have all the ingredients, which you luckily do. You grab your earbuds out of your purse and pop one in. You turn on your go to baking playlist, and tie your pink-and-white polka-dotted apron around your waist.
Let’s do this.
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“Babe, why weren’t you in bed?” abby asks, she walks into the kitchen, eyes still slightly closed, heavy with sleep. Her blonde strands sticking up every which way imaginable, and her face still had that morning puffiness to it that was absolutely adorable.
“Because I was baking,” you reply, carefully piping the vanilla frosting into the mini cake.
Abby looks at you in disbelief. “You woke up hella early, on a weekend, to bake a cake.”
You don’t respond.
“Wait.” She stands up straighter, arms crossed over her body as she silently looks you over from head to toe. “Did you not go to sleep?”
You pause for a second. “Hm, I guess not.” You shrug and get back to frosting the cake, as if you being sleep deprived wasn't a big deal.
“Baby, I love you very, very much, and when I say this I want you to know I’m saying this with love…”
You quirk your eyebrow.
“That’s actually insane.”
You snort, “Thanks.”
“What are you even baking for?”
“You.” You lick a stray bit of frosting off your finger.
Abby’s concerned expression softens. “Oh, baby, thank you so much, but you didn’t have to do that.” Her eyes flick down to the cake stand. “But I can’t eat that. I’m on my diet.”
You hold a glass, floral-patterned plate towards Abby, a small serving of your delicious creation perched on top.
“You can’t eat their cake but you cake eat mine.”
“What?”
“This cake is different from the ones you were staring at all night at the party. I made sure to find a recipe that was low- calorie and protein-filled and most importantly…” you waft the plate under her nose, “delicious.” you say sing-songy.
She laughs. “It does smell good.” abby admits. Her hand clasps the plate while the other grabs the matching fork. She takes a hearty piece from the slice. The moment the pastry hits her tongue, her eyes widen and sounds of approval left her cake filled mouth.
“It’s good ain’t it?” you smile.
Abby nods rapidly while shoving another piece into her mouth.
You lean over the counter and plant a soft kiss on Abby’s cheek, still warm from being snuggled up in the bed. “I’m glad you like it, lovie.”
Abby hums happily as she takes another forkful.
ꫂ❁ “i love you more than (s)he” ꫂ❁
☆ “well i love you endlessly” ☆
coming soon…
꣑ৎ the girl is mine
꣑ৎ— artist!ellie x black!ballerina!reader x wrestler!abby (college au)
꣑ৎ— ellie and abby are your roommates who deeply hate eachother. despite their constant quarrels, they share one thing in common—a huge crush on you. quickly though, their infatuation with you turns into a silly competition of who can woe you first.
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i need her
an: um first time writing something like this so be nice😖
now playing: an eater matt martians
✉︎ synopsis~ellie is a little too obsessed with her favorite writer
✉︎ scoops~obsessed fan!ellie x writer!reader
✉︎ flavor~dark chocolate
✉︎ allergy warning~ dark content, stalking, breaking in, obsessive behaviors, fighting, use of chloroform, and implied kidnapping
✉︎ swirl~one-sided love
✉︎ serving size~onshot (1741 words)
“Thank you for coming,” you say with a smile, handing over an autographed copy of one of your best sellers, ‘Mystic Mistakes’.
Making the ‘Heart of Glass’ series wasn't easy. Hours of your time spent staring at a bright computer screen, the blinking cursor taunting you. Months of submitting weeks worth of work to publishers, only to be criticized and rejected in no less than twenty minutes. Days where you wanted to completely give up, convinced you’d never make it big and that writing was just a “silly little hobby,” as your mom liked to call it.
But it was all worth it.
It was worth stumbling across fans cosplaying your characters on your fyp. It was worth seeing thousands of fanfics inspired by your books, no matter how widely inaccurate the characterizations were. It was worth having a line of fans wrapped around the block, eager to meet the creator of their favorite series.
A girl steps up to your table.
She’s wearing a green baggy short-sleeved shirt paired with baggy, dark blue jeans. Her face is covered in freckles standing out against the red tint coloring her pale cheeks. Her eyes are a striking light green that contrasted the dark circles under her eyes.
The way she looked at you was different from the way your other fans looked at you. Her gaze looked primal, hungry even. It unsettled you. You brush it off, and smile up at her.
“Hi, what’s your name?”
“Um—Ellie,” she says quietly, avoiding eye contact as she extends her book towards you.
You take the book opening it to the first cover, “How do I spell that.”
“E-l-l-i-e.”
You write each individual letter to form her name and finish it off with a little heart beside it.
“Here you go.” you hand the book back to her with a smile.
“T-thank you. Um, I had a question about Faun’s backstory behind her discovery of her magical powers and how it could be tied to her lover, Willow. And-“
“I’m sorry,” you interrupt gently. “I’d love to answer your questions, but there’s a long line of people waiting. Maybe you could email me your questions.”
“But everyone else got at least three minutes.” ellie’s tone turned colder and her eyes turned disturbingly dark. “And I still have two more minutes.”
“Like I said—Ellie, is it?—you can always shoot me an email, and I’ll respond as soon as I can.”
“You promise?” she asks quietly.
Her question catches you off guard, but you quickly recover wanting to end this as quickly as possible. “I promise.”
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“Home sweet home.” you let out a tired sigh, as you shut the front door behind you.
For the past three months, you’ve been touring the country promoting your newest book and today like everyday was as packed as ever.
You sluggishly walk over to your king-sized bed and flop onto it.
Ping!
“Ughh.” you groan at the notification, and dig in your pocket to retrieve your phone.
A message from your manager, Kat.
kat: sorry to tell you this so late, but can you check your email as soon as possible? Books Galore messaged you proposing a collaboration, and I need to know if you're interested. Kisses🫰🏽
you: ok will do that now
You click off messages and go to your email, and are about to dig for the collaboration, until a certain subject line caught your attention.
“You promised”
“What the fuck is this?” you say under your breath as you open the interesting email.
You promised. You promised that you would respond. But you lied. You looked me dead in my eyes, smiled at me, and lied. Do you know how much I love you? How much I adore you? Much more than any one of your fucking fans, that’s for sure. And I’ll prove it to you.
-e.
‘E? Whose e? And what promise are they talking about?’ You rack your brain for a couple minutes until you put the pieces together. Your stomach dropped when you realized who this person was. That girl, Ellie. Your hands are shaky and clammy as you dial Kat’s number. She answers after three rings.
“Did you read the email?” she asks.
“Um—no not yet. But do you remember my meet and greet that I had a couple months ago in California?”
“The one for ‘Mystic Mistakes’?”
“Yea. There was this certain fan there. She rubbed me the wrong way from the moment I met her, and I should’ve trusted my gut.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” Kat’s voice grows a little more worried when she hears the shakiness in your voice.
“When I checked my email, I got this message from her. And it’s really disturbing. It’s freaking me out.” you say, your voice cracked as fear wells up in your chest.
“Ok,breathe. Just sit for a second and breathe.” she instructs and you do just that. You close your eyes, taking a deep breathe in before slowly exhaling it. You do it a couple times before you re-open your eyes. Slightly calmer.
“How are you feeling now?”
“Still freaked out but a little less panicked.”
“I don’t blame you. Can you send me a screenshot of the email?”
“Yea. Give me a second.” You go to your email and screenshot the message, sending it to her.
“I see why you’re so spooked. Even reading it gave me chills.”
“I don’t know what-“
Knock. Knock.
The sound freezes you mid-sentence.
“What’s wrong?” Kat asks.
“Someone knocked on my door.” you whisper into the phone, your eyes glued to the door.
“Just stay put. I’m going to call the police.”
“Wait.”
“What?”
“Let me check first.”
“Why? For all you know, it could be that girl behind the door!”
“And for all you know, it could be just some hotel worker bringing me the food I ordered a while ago. And it wouldn’t be a good idea to cause a scene if nothing bad ends up happening. It would be bad publicity, and I don’t need that right now when I’m on top of my game right now.”
“…I guess you’re right. Just a peak.”
“Ok.” you say, before getting up and walking to the door. You move aside the gold peep hole covering and look out straight into the hotel hallway. Nothing. You look to the sides and it was the same outcome. Your eyes glide down an land on a silver serving platter sitting in front of the door.
“I was right.” you chuckle, relief washing over you, “it was just my order.”
“Ok, well if any other issues arise just call me.”
“You know I will. Bye bye.”
“See you tomorrow.”
You hang up the phone, shoving it back into your pocket before unlocking the door. You bend down to grab the platter but stop mid crouch when you see a boot in your peripheral vision. Your blood runs cold. You look up slowly to see Ellie standing over you while, smiling wildly.
“Gotcha.”
You spring up and immediately try to slam the door shut but Ellie’s hand grabs onto the door, fighting to pull it open.
“Open.The.Fucking.Door.” she grunts.
“Go the fuck away!” you yell, using all your might to shut the door. Ellie’s strength overpowers yours and she manages to force her way in.
You stumble backwards, eyes frantically scanning the room for an alternative exit.
Ellie walks into the room quickly and closes the door. She smooths out the stray strands on the top of her head before turning around, that same twisted smile plastered on her face.
“It’s so good to see you again.” she says, walking towards you with her arms extended.
You back away, clattering into the nightstand behind you.
“Not a hugger? I get that.” she shrugs. “Did you get the emails I sent you? I wasn't sure if they went through.” she scratches her head.
You don’t respond, still too frozen with fear for your lips to form a sentence.
“Oh, sorry. I don’t know if you remember me.” She laughs awkwardly,” I went to your book signing a couple months ago.”
“…”
“That probably doesn’t help. You meet hundreds of people everyday. Sorry, I’m just-“
“H-how did you find my hotel?” you interrupt, trying to steady your voice.
Ellie brightens up immediately, she looked like a kid in a candy shop. “Well it was pretty simple I just-“
As she talks, your eyes drift to the metal clock sitting on the nightstand. A plan starts to hatch in your mind. You slowly reach behind you and grip hunk of metal.
“-and now here I am!” ellie finishes proudly.
“So, what’s the plan now? Are you gonna kill me.” you say, you tighten your grip on the alarm clock.
“No no no.” A hurt expression etched onto her face, upset that you would even think she was capable of such an inhumane act. ”I would never hurt you. You're my other half. My soulmate.”
In one swift movement you rip the clock out of the outlet ,and with all your strength, hurl it at Ellie’s face. It clatters with her left eye causing her to cry out and stumble backwards, cradling her injured eye.You take the chance to bolt for the door, your fingers brush against the cold door handle until, but was roughly pulled away by your shirt. Your back collides with her chest and she immediately wraps her arms around you.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, bitch?” You thrash wildly against her stern hold trying your hardest to separate yourself from her. You scratch, bite, and hit at her arms but it was no use against her firm grip.
“I did all of this for you and this is how you thank me?” her voice drops dangerously low. “Thank the love of your life?” Her grip tightens.
You continuously struggle not wanting to give up and Ellie just chuckles at your weak attempts. She slips a hand into her pocket pulling out a blue rag. Before you could react it's quickly pressed tightly over your mouth and nose. Your racing thoughts start to slow, your limbs start to feel heavy, and your sporadic movements slowly turn sluggish. The room begins to spin.
“Shh, just go to sleep, sweetheart.” Ellie’s voice sounded slow and distant as if you were under the water. You stare up at Ellie’s twisted face before your vision went black.
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❀˖° hellooo this is jai! black. fem. wlw. she/they. feb aquarius. noir gyal
ᯓ interests~anything dessert themed, horror anything, subliminals, musicals, anything zombie related, mermaids/sirens & commentary/video essays
ᯓ style~a mix of himekaji, 2000’s, hime gyaru, choco girl, & igari
ᯓ music taste~jazz, hip hop, rnb, italian classical, k-pop, k-rnb, rap, indie, musicals, hyper-pop, soul, boleros & pop
ᯓ hobbies~baking, crocheting, wrestling, writing, reading & shopping (?)
ᯓ favorite movies/series~dinner in america, love lies bleeding, young royals, heartbreak high, i saw the tv glow, arcane, percy jackson, anne with an e, train to busan, fear street, us, moonknight, hairspray, & dreamgirls
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