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22. "why are we doing this again?" | Lila Iké x Reader

Summary: Were you making something out of nothing?

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1130

A/N: Sorry, I've been away so much- mainly due to work, my bookclub, and some other projects taking up all of my time. I am still aiming to finish Fictober. And of course, I would like to publish more for Koffee's birth month in a few days. But, we will just have to see ::(

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @koffee-lila-bailey

You groaned for the umpteenth time as Lila’s phone buzzed with yet another message. She was still fiddling with her makeup in the mirror, humming a tune as she flashed you a quick, devilish grin. “Mi nearly done,” she said, dabbing some highlighter onto her cheekbones.

“Why are we doing this again?” you asked, slumped on her couch with your arms folded, watching her through half-lidded eyes.

Lila spun around, one eyebrow raised as if the answer should’ve been obvious. “’Cause yuh cyaan stay up inna mi place like some ghost, moping over yuh shtupid ex.” She gestured dramatically toward you with her makeup brush. “Yuh fi step out, vibe, and look fresh. Trust mi, yuh need this.”

You snorted, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “I don’t need to ‘vibe.’ I need people to leave me alone. Besides, you’re the one who’s gonna go out there, lookin’ like that”—you waved a hand toward her flawless outfit, a sleek emerald slip paired with gold jewelry—“and probably end up dancing with half the people there.”

She didn’t deny it, smirking instead. “Mi cyaan help dat mi look nice.” She winked at you through the mirror. “But mi nuh guh leave yuh out, sah. Mi mek sure we stick together.”

You weren’t so sure about that. It wasn’t the first time Lila had dragged you to a party and ended up in someone else’s orbit, leaving you to nurse your drink in a corner. You could already feel the knot forming in your stomach at the thought of her smooth charm and the way she moved effortlessly between crowds.

Lila’s tone softened as she came over, crouching in front of you. “Mi know it rough, girl. But mi just waan fi remind yuh seh yuh deserve happiness, yuh hear? If mi haffi drag yuh out di house every week til yuh find yuhself again, mi will.” She reached out and squeezed your knee gently.

Your face burned under her warm brown gaze, and you looked away, mumbling, “You’re really annoying sometimes, you know that?”

She burst out laughing, standing back up and grabbing her purse. “Yuh love mi same so. Now c’mon, yuh can’t go wearing that.” She eyed your oversized hoodie and sweatpants in horror.

You sighed but got up anyway, knowing there was no way you’d win this argument. As you shuffled toward her bedroom to change, Lila called after you.

“And hurry up, man! Yuh never know—maybe tonight yuh find someone worth yuh time!”

You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath. “Yeah, right. Like I’m finding anyone better than you.”

-

The bass from the speakers thudded through your chest like a second heartbeat, and the air was thick with smoke, sweat, and the tang of spiked punch. Lila was in her element, laughing so loud you could hear her over the music, a cup in one hand and a blunt in the other. She swayed to the rhythm, carefree and magnetic, shouting lyrics at the top of her lungs like she owned the place. You sat on a barstool nearby, swishing your drink and wondering how long you’d have to endure this night before it was socially acceptable to leave.

At some point, Lila broke free from the crowd, weaving through the sea of bodies to collapse onto the stool next to you. She was breathless, her cheeks flushed from dancing, her eyes bright with excitement. “Yuh see mi out deh?” she asked, still bouncing slightly to the beat even while seated. “Mi mash it up!”

“Yeah, you’re amazing,” you muttered, tracing the rim of your glass with your finger.

She leaned in, unfazed by your sarcasm, and started rambling about someone’s terrible dance moves, her laughter spilling over like it couldn’t be contained. You tried to tune her out, your eyes fixed on the bottles lined up behind the bar. That was when the bartender slid two large cups in front of you, the vibrant pink drinks sloshing slightly as they landed.

“I didn’t order this,” you said, frowning.

The bartender tilted his head toward the other end of the bar, where a man in a crisp button-up shirt raised his glass in your direction, grinning. Lila’s head whipped around, and her face lit up like a sparkler. “Ey, big up yuhself!” she shouted, raising her cup back at him.

“Lila,” you hissed, glaring at her. “Why are you encouraging him?”

She laughed and took a big gulp of the drink. “Cause free drinks nice, mi love. Relax yuhself, man.”

The man eventually wandered over, already tipsy and overly friendly. He was the kind of guy who leaned too close when he talked and thought every offhand comment was an invitation to touch your arm. Lila didn’t seem to mind; she laughed at his jokes, clinking her glass against his as they traded drunken quips.

You, on the other hand, shrank further into yourself, uncomfortable and irritated. The man’s gaze darted between the two of you, lingering on Lila’s smile before sliding back to you with an unsettling smirk.

“Yuh two one couple?” he asked, his words slightly slurred.

Lila, ever the joker, gave him a sly grin. “Yuh waan wi fi be?” Then, without warning, she leaned over and kissed you, her lips warm and tasting faintly of rum and pineapple. 

Her mouth moved softly against yours, unhurried and deliberate, as if she had done this a hundred times before. The world around you seemed to dissolve, the music and chatter fading into a distant hum. All you could feel was the heat of her skin, the press of her lips, and the intoxicating mix of sweetness and smoke that lingered as she pulled away, leaving you breathless and unraveling.

The man whooped, clearly thrilled, and Lila pulled back, laughing so hard she nearly spilled her drink. “See? Mi can mek anything happen,” she said, shooting the man a wink.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Your heart was pounding, and your brain had short-circuited, replaying the moment on an endless loop. It was your first kiss with her—soft, intoxicating, and everything you’d secretly dreamed it would be. But the bubble burst as quickly as it formed when you realized it was all just a joke to her, a way to entertain some random pervert at a party.

“Yuh good?” Lila asked, still giggling as she nudged you.

You forced a smile, hoping it hid the way your chest ached. “Yeah,” you said, your voice tight. “Great.”

But even as the night went on and the man eventually wandered off, the taste of her lingered, sweet and bitter all at once. And no matter how much you tried to push it away, you couldn’t stop thinking about how much you wished it had meant something more.

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just opened my drafts and was wondering why i have fully edited fics waiting to be published then i remembered that i have to make my own gifs 😭

if i didn't format or have to make gifs sometimes, i would be able to post on here sooooo much more man

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Yonic

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“Hey, I found your blog on Tumblr-”

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Of course I have a humiliation kink. I work in customer service.

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Prime knows whats up

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It so does.

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let us hold hands and pray that Koffee posts for her bday next month

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happy new yuri!!

more information under the cut

- first drawing of the year, gelphie kiss from urs truly

- elphaba craddling gelphie baby

- gelphie for wicked themed magma with moots

- little comic of vampalinda:))

- vampalinda with a little bit of blood oops

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ೃ⁀➷ GALINDASGLINDA MASTERLIST! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

ೃ⁀➷ GELPHIE

1. loathing or loving?

ೃ⁀➷ GLINDA UPLAND

..coming soon!

ೃ⁀➷ ELPHABA THROPP

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ꕤ*. LOATHING OR LOVING? (gelphie ۶ৎ)

did glinda hate elphaba, or did she love her? she was always torn between the two.

something was different about her. no, not the green skin, not the powers.. something else.

glinda was always intrigued by the difference between elphaba and the others at shiz.

elphaba didn’t bow down and kiss glinda’s feet at her every move, unlike the others.

she kinda liked that.

so one evening, after a long day, glinda made it back to her dorm. elphaba already there, in her sleeping attire, in bed, with a book in hand.

“oh, hey” glinda shyly smiled as she closed the door.

“hello, galinda” elphaba spoke, without looking away from her book. glinda studied elphaba before doing or saying anything else.

glinda tried to read her, but it was hard. she sighed.

“elphaba, can i ask you something?

she hums, eyes still glued to the book. this frustrates glinda. she walks over to elphaba’s bed and gently takes the book out of elphaba’s hand. glinda’s face slightly heats as her fingertip softly brushes against elphaba’s.

“i ask that you be fully attentive to me for once” glinda sits the book down, before sitting on the bed. “sorry, what is your question?”

glinda looks down at her hands, before reverting back to elphaba’s gaze. “i want to know your perspective of me.”

elphaba made a face out of confusion and curiosity. “why?”

“i just.. need to know.” glinda was becoming desperate, “you’re one of the first to not follow me around like my own shadow. it’s different.. so please, tell me why.”

elphaba could sense the frustration and desperation in glinda’s body language and tone. elphaba closed her eyes, a deep breath leaving her body before speaking.

“my perspective? i don’t know. a pretty blonde, who gets everything handed to her.” elphaba mumbled, her gaze now going to her lap. glinda’s heart fluttered a little, elphaba thought she was pretty.

“you think i’m pretty?” glinda smiles.

elphaba couldn’t help but to roll her eyes, “yes galinda, i think you’re pretty.” glinda scoots closer, elphaba’s eyebrows furrowed.

she’s never had someone get this close to her. better yet, she never felt good intentions radiating off someone’s body before. elphaba felt her body relax slightly.

“i think you’re quite gorgeous yourself, elphie.”

elphie.

“can i call you elphie?” glinda’s voice sounded more soothing.

“it’s kinda of perky.. but i guess” elphaba stated. glinda chuckled, “i know, i know.”

the room was silent for a while, “you know, when you first arrived at shiz, i was kind of jealous.” glinda admitted.

“jealous of me? what for?”

“out of all the things i had, i still wanted one thing. i wanted to be magical.” she states, “i wanted madame morrible’s approval.”

“then you came along, and you had exactly what i wanted. magic and her attention.”

“but then.. my jealousy turned into something else.”

“what?”

“i don’t know. it’s like i wanted your attention, so i did things that i know would get it.”

“why do you want my attention galinda?”

“i don’t know!!!” galinda become flustered, all of these feelings were new to her. usually she would be the one making someone nervous. now it’s the complete opposite.

“i never disliked you elphaba, i’m actually quite fond of you.” she admits.

“really?” elphaba asks.

glinda takes the chance and grabs both of elphaba’s hand. “yes, really. and i was hoping if we could be friends?” glinda scanned elphaba’s face for approval, desperate for an answer.

glinda’s staring came to a stop when she felt her hands being squeezed. she looked down and elphaba’s grip on her hands got tighter.

glinda smiled at the jester, she ran her thumb across elphaba’s hand before looking back up to meet her eyes.

“yes, galinda. we’re friends.”

aw, my first gelphie fic!

kinda bad, but this my

first time writing in a while,

i need to warm back up!

more coming soon!!

enjoy 🎀