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#our nurses week gift this year is either a pizza cutter or plastic utensil set đ#i mean at least last year we got a canvas tote bag thats kinda useful#so anyway im taking myself to the zoo tomorrow as a little treat bc the weather is supposed to be nice#fingers crossed the warm weather animals are outside i wanna eat lunch next to the flamingos đŠ©đŠ©đŠ©#i havent been in a while bc my mom couldnt find the membership card but now you can access it digitally so i can go#and im actually so fuckin excited its like a reward
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Casa fashion is one of the best Canvas Medium & Small Lunch Bag. We have our own manufacturing unit in india for Small Lunch Bag With Pockets manufacturing and we export best quality Canvas Medium & Small Lunch Bag products
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Unveiling the Ultimate in Convenience: SpecWorks' Must-Have Bags for Every Occasion
In the fast-paced world we live in, convenience is king. Whether you're heading to work, running errands, or attending a thrilling sports event, having the right bag can make all the difference. At SpecWorks, we understand the importance of blending style with functionality, and our diverse range of bags ensures you're always prepared for whatever the day throws your way.
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Kitty Love Canvas Lunch Bag - on sale!!
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Best Canvas Laundry Hampers Manufacturer in Delhi, India
We manufacture canvas laundry hampers We create gorgeous canvas laundry baskets for residential usage and long-lasting as our large industrial laundry carts.
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summary: yn is insecured about talking to much but her boyfriend hyunjin is there to comfort her
genre: hurt, comfort, fluff
words: 1k
It was a typical Friday evening. As always, Yn stumbled through the door of the small apartment she shared with her boyfriend Hyunjin just as he sat down in front of his canvas. Loaded down with bags, she tried to get rid of her shoes with moderate success.
"Yn-aaaaah how was work, love?"
"Good," she replied curtly, putting down one of her numerous shopping bags, which were filled to the brim. Hyunjin was taken aback. When yn came home on Fridays, she usually never stopped talking to him about her work. About how much fun she had with her new project at work, what she had for lunch or what her annoying colleague had done again. It wasn't like her to be that curt and dismissive, hyunjin realized with a frown. shrugging his shoulders, he began to draw. maybe she was just tired.
yn was completely caught up in her usual routine. everything was the same as always. But instead of looking forward to the weekend with her boyfriend and finding comfort in her upcoming weekly "painting-tea-talking ritual", she was plagued by countless self-doubts today. Was she not pretty enough? Was she really annoying hyunjin? Was she too loud?
Sighing, she walked through the kitchen and put the freshly bought groceries away in their designated places. When she had put the last can in one of the cupboards, she put on some tea water and opened the shelf with her thousands of cups. without thinking about it, she pulled out her comfort cup and filled it to the brim with hot water. looking at it, the cup wasn't particularly pretty. the design was peeling off nicely because of the frequent washing, and yet it was perfect in yn's eyes. it had been the first gift hyunjin had ever given her. when she met him, she was stuck in one of the darkest periods of her life. plagued by insecurities, stress and unhealthy relationships, hyunjin had smuggled himself into her life as a small glimmer of hope and when he wasn't there or she couldn't express her worries, she clung to the cup.
Ironically, the reason she needed to hold her cup today was her fear of losing hyunjin. Was she too exhausting? lost in thought, she picked out a tea bag and carefully let it disappear into the water in the cup. then, as usual, she sat down next to hyunjin, who by now had a rough sketch on his canvas and greeted her with a beaming smile.
the artist had been looking forward to her usual ritual all day. yn could only muster a half-hearted grin. as she slumped into her usual chair, hyunjin waited patiently to finally hear all about her day. he was dying to find out whether her colleague ayumi had so obviously made a move at her much too old and happily married boss again, or whether linh from the marketing department had spilled her coffee on her colleagues again and had brought these heavenly muffins as an apology for the chaos, which yn would quote "kill for". in both cases, this would be the third time in a month. but instead of the usual gossip, a depressed silence followed. hyunjin tried to ignore the silence by turning his attention back to the painting in front of him.
he began to paint a dark blue. he carefully let the brush glide over the canvas. as he always did. as he had done hundreds of times before and yet it was wrong. the line was wrong. it didn't show what his heart wanted to express. it was too big and too small, too wide and too thin. it lacked any warmth, just like hyunjin. the room was warmed by the rays of the setting sun and his sweater gave his body a pleasant temperature but it didn't reach his heart.
"yn-ah what's wrong? why don't you talk to me? you can't make me beg so brutally. give me all the tea!" hyunjin's mouth twisted into a pout and made yn smile slightly.
"I don't know, Jini... I talk too much anyway... I don't want to distract you from painting." to say hyunjin was confused would be an understatement. he furrowed his brow worriedly.
"jagia where did you get the idea that you talk too much? i love to hear you talk. especially when i'm painting! i want to know how your day was. every day! i want to hear everything you have to tell me my muse. i can't paint without you. the lines don't get right the painting can't really convey what i feel but when you're with me, when i hear your honey sweet voice it just becomes real love. i never want you to shut up understand?" hyunjin curled his shapely lips into a pout as if his girlfriend had personally attacked him with her previous statement.
"okay, okay jini!" yn laughed, but hyunjin didn't want to let the whole thing go so easily.
"jagi, what makes you think you talk too much?" hyunjin shifted so that his full attention was on his beloved. he looked at her anxiously as she nervously kneaded her hands and clutched her cup for support.
"well... i just thought... you know, hana, you know the one who regularly sleeps with the ceo... i was talking about our date where we went to see this beautiful van gogh exhibition and well... she said i always talk way too much and that i never let anyone get a word in edgewise. and... maybe she also said that... she's surprised that someone like you is still with me at all... and i mean she's not entirely wrong, is she? i always talk so much. when you paint i ramble non-stop. you don't get a word in edgewise and i'd understand if you were annoyed with me for that... or something"
"ohh love..." hyunjin sighed and wrapped his girlfriend in a warm hug, pulling her onto his lap, which she only commented on with a sad smile.
"have you forgotten that I always ramble the same way?" He lovingly nudged her nose, which made her giggle.
"i sometimes ramble on for hours about how great our new choreography is or how annoyed i am with one of the boys and as far as i can remember you always love to listen to me. so please don't stop. you shouldn't listen to hana this little..."
yn stopped her boyfriend from uttering a sinful insult to hana by placing her soft and tea-warmed lips on his. hyunjin sighed into the kiss and pulled her closer to him. Their lips moved as if they had never done anything else before. They danced a dance whose choreography only they knew. Hyunjin's hands were soon in her hair as he tried to take away her insecurities with his kiss alone.
panting, they broke away from each other but hyunjin didn't let her escape from his strong arms. slowly, he covered her now laughing face with kisses. smiling, hyunjin buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. "soo... are you going to tell me how your day was, my muse?" he asked, pressing a tender kiss to her sensitive neck, which made her giggle.
"okay... do you know how annoying hikaru was today? he's been running around all day and..." hyunjin returned to his canvas even though one of his hands was now occupied holding yn's, who by now was sitting in her own chair again, sipping her tea as she talked.
by now, the sun had disappeared and was replaced by the soft shimmer of the moon. the cool evening air wafted through the open windows of their shared apartment and yet hyunjin was much warmer than he had been just a few minutes before. her voice dripped like liquid honey straight to his heart and the soft giggle that had just left her lips made hyunjin beam. he carefully applied the brush and... the line was perfect.
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Superstar 2- M.S
summary: a continuation of matt dating famous!yn in a social media pov
cw:none; pure fluff
social media au
masterlist | read part one here
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INTERVIEW
"Tell me about your relationship with your boyfriend, Matthew Sturniolo. How did you two meet?" The interviewer, Tracy, asks Y/n. "Me and Matt met at a movie premiere in 2020, we both became friends at first and I also became best friends with both Chris and Nick. Then, a couple of months later of being friends, we both knew we had feelings for each other at this point so he planned this perfect day for us and asked me to be his girlfriend at the end of a night."
"How'd he ask you, may I ask?" Tracy jots down a few notes in her bag, while the voice recorder is recording. "It was basically a whole day dedicated to us. He picked me up and took me to a cafe for breakfast, we chatted the whole time and it just felt like my feelings for him got stronger. We took a walk on the beach and once again chatted the whole time, he joked around and, he just makes me laugh all of the time, we went to a cute little hole in the wall restaurant for lunch, it became one of our favorite restaurants."
"Before he asked me, we went to the park and sat under a tree and painted on canvases. We both did two each and on his second one, he wrote out 'will you be my girlfriend?' on his canvas and decorated it really pretty. It's been hung up our room ever since."
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PAPARAZZI
caption: Couple, Y/n Y/l/n and Matthew Sturniolo get lovey dovey tonight after a date night at a fancy restaurant in LA.
caption: Y/n Y/l/n and Matt Sturniolo take a nice, romantic vacation in Italy these past few weeks.
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POSTING EACH OTHER
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SEEN BY FANS
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ALBUM RELEASE
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this was so much much to make!!! hope u enjoyedđ€
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Hi I was wondering if you wrote or if you will write a part 2 to neighbour Ellie x reader, cause I would love to see how their relationship will progress and maybe there can be a bit of jealous Ellie and insecure reader, in like maybe they meet their exes or something like that
neighbor!ellie x sunshine!fem reader, hurt + comfort / fluff / smut MDNI!! or weâre beefing!! / established relationship, wc: 5.2k
synopsis: things between you and ellie seem to be going great! that is until you pay her a visit at work to drop off lunch and find that the threads that tie her and an overfriendly coworker tangle too much for your liking.
content warnings: language, slightly mean!ellie makes a return, reader isnât necessarily insecure, but a little unsure of the circumstances, 18 + content / filthy make-up sex that consists of: brief shower-sex, scissoring, fingering / oral (reader & ellie!receiving), thigh-riding, so much kissing and mushy feelings.
authorâs note: in love with this idea ! been mulling over how to expand on their relationship & i feel like this is a great segue ! hcs below; leave some more scenarios for existing couples (emt!abby, collegebff!ellie or others) and iâll answer them ! (also not proofread well like usual lmao)
main masterlist | tlou masterlist
jealous!ellie & jealous!reader are SO different, but i feel like the outcome would be soâŠYUM.
feel like youâd be more reserved about being jealous.
like lately, it seems like things between you and ellie seem like they canât get any better.
the two of you spend so much time together, whether itâs having picnics in the park with some pastries you make, testing out recipes after close at your cafe or having sleepovers at one or the otherâs apartment.
ellieâs lowkey obsessed with you and at times it makes you blush because after the initial stages of feeling your relationship out, you find that ellieâs extremely vocal and outright with her affection for you.
and for the longest time, you donât question it. donât really say much because ellieâs particularly good at reassuring you even if you donât ask.
itâs why you think youâre overreacting when you decide to surprise her and bring her lunch on a random afternoon in the middle of the week.
the top half of her coveralls hangs around her hips, dirtied white tank exposing tanned, inked flesh and lean muscle when you enter the lobby.
sheâs leaning against one of the tool carts with her arms crossed over her chest, gaze unwavering.
when you trace her eyeline, you realize thereâs another girl nearby bent under the hood of a shiny red car.
she says something imperceptible and suddenly ellieâs throwing her head back with a laugh, sound muffled by the sliding plexiglass.
âhey, receptionist is on break, can i help you with something?â a mechanic is poking his head into the lobby from an adjoining office.
âuh, iâm here for ellie?â the mechanicâs glancing through the glass into the main garage before standing from his rolling chair to dust his hands on his coveralls.
âyeah, sheâs supposed to be watching the front,â he laughs. âtoo busy flirting with her lil girlfriend to pay attention.â
he doesnât notice the way your face falls or how you almost drop the little canvas bag altogether.
you chance another glance at the two, find that the girl has emerged from under the hood and you swallow hard because god, sheâs so fucking pretty.
doesnât help that seeing her and ellie side-by-side makes you wonder if the two of you look that good together.
they look like they were made for each other and they even share similar interests! you donât know a damned thing about cars and ellieâs gaze nearly glazes over every time youâre talking about your recipes and coffee pairings.
âuh, actually,â you stop him. âi donât think she was expecting me, so iâll just drop this off.â
he pauses.
âyou sure? i can get her real quick, sheâs not busy.â
ellie still hasnât clocked you, so you shake your head.
âitâs fine,â you assure him. âiâll talk to her later.â
he merely shrugs, meets you halfway for the canvas bag, and youâre quickly ducking out of the garage.
âbabe?â
ellieâs right on the dot, you realize, when you hear her through the cracked sliding door to the balcony.
youâve just finished watering your plants and now youâre jotting down a quick brainstorm for the upcoming spring launch.
through the window, you see ellie kicking her shoes off at the entrance before assessing her surroundings and poking her head into your bedroom for good measure.
âbabe?â she calls out.
you stand, tucking the little notebook under your arm before sliding back inside.
she seems to light up when she sees you, crossing the living room to meet you halfway.
âhey, els.â
youâre letting her engulf you in a hug, arms wrapping around your waist as she buries her face in the crook of your neck.
âmissed you today,â she hums, rocking your weight from side to side.
âmissed you too,â you say gently.
ellieâs pulling away a short distance, finger bumping under your chin so youâll look up at her.
âwhy didnât you say hi when you stopped in today?â she nearly pouts. âzack came in when we were slow and said that someone dropped something off for me.â
you shrug, unable to tell her that insecurity was rearing its ugly head and you didnât know how to deal with it in that moment.
âmy girl didnât wanna eat with me?â
âsorry,â you mumble, burning up under the heat of her gaze. âi couldnât stay long.â
her brows are furrowing, hands coming up to smooth your hair from your face and brush over your shoulders.
âeverything okay, babe?â
you nod once, then twice.
âyeah, why wouldnât i be?â
ellieâs watching you closely, fingers cupping your neck.
âtalk to me,â she encourages softly. âdid something happen?â
you swallow, shake your head, and put on your most convincing smile before leaning up to give her a peck on the lips.
âmâokay,â you tell her.
she doesnât look convinced, but she also doesnât wanna pry.
changes the subject instead.
âso does this mean, youâll swing by and actually hang out with me soon?â she asks, body relaxing when you start smoothing over the wrinkles in her coveralls as a distraction.
you nod, smile widening when she starts peppering kisses all over your face.
for a little bit, you forget about ellieâs coworker and you forget about the comment that zack made, but then youâre popping in again almost two weeks later.
theyâre shoulder to shoulder in the body shop, looking at something under the hood of a silver pick up truck. ellieâs engrossed, but the girlâs fullblown staring, paying no mind to whatever ellieâs explaining in the engine bed.
makes you sick to your stomach thinking that if ellie so much as chances a glance, their noses could brush.
âhey receptionist isâ oh.â
itâs zack, the same mechanic from last time.
heâs wiping his hands on an old towel as he emerges from one of the bays.
âellie!â he shouts past the propped open door.
she nearly jumps out of her skin, parting from her coworker as she throws a cross look over her shoulder.
âyour girlâs here,â he announces.
ellieâs straightening up, craning her neck even more before her face splits into a bright smile.
sheâs abandoning the girl by the truck, jogging across the body shop to duck into the lobby.
âhi, angel.â
your cheeks warm when she slides her arm around your waist to pull you into her.
âgonna go on lunch break, donât wait up,â she calls & youâre sparing the girl near the truck a glance.
her nameâs emma if the stitching on the right breast of her coveralls is anything to go by.
she makes a show of taking you in from head to toe before her gaze cuts to zack and they seemingly share a wordless exchange.
oh.
you have no clue what to make of that, but ellieâs steering you from the lobby and out into the crisp air.
itâs still a little chilly outside, but youâre wearing one of ellieâs favorite sweatshirts and sheâs shrugging on a hoodie hanging from a coatrack by the door.
âmy truck?â she offers when a chill rips down your spine.
you only hum.
when the two of you are settled, her in the driverâs seat and you in the passengerâs, sheâs taking the little bag with lunch containers and setting it on her dash before pulling you towards her to eliminate every inch of space between the two of you.
âwhaddya doing?â you sigh out a laugh.
âi missed you,â ellie says simply.
âellie, you slept over last night,â you squeak out a breathy laugh when her ice cold hands slide under the warmth of the red fleece. âwe saw each other this morning.â
âso?â she replies petulantly. âwanna be with you all the time.â
youâre wearing a turtleneck underneath the sweatshirt so sheâs nosing along your jaw before pressing a few soft kisses there.
âyouâre so clingy recently, els,â you giggle, arms winding around her neck.
âduh.â and your belly flips when she doesnât even deny it. âyouâre so fucking cute and i just wanna keep you in my pocket all the time.â
that earns her a full-hearted laugh and you really begin to wonder why you let that girl with her stupidly perfect blown out hair and stupidly rounded ass and the most stupidly pretty face ever make you question your ellie.
you live in bliss for the duration of her forty-five minute break where she does a whole lot of eating, but not necessarily the food you made for her.
the windows are equal parts fogged and frosted by the time sheâs done with you and youâre shimmying your jeans back up in the back seat of her truck as she shrugging the top half of her discard coveralls and her hoodie back on again.
âyou didnât even touch to food i made you,â you whine.
âiâll eat it on my ten,â she assures you, and your toes curl when she wipes her lips with the back of her hand.
âliked what i had for lunch better,â she says so casually, your cheeks are on fire.
âellie!â
âdefinitely need dessert when i get home,â she insinuates, leaning her weight over your blissed out body.
she plants a kiss on your mouth before climbing back into the front seat.
but, in the lobby, when sheâs bidding you a farewell with another peck on the lips, promising sheâll try to come home early, you notice emmaâs eyes again. theyâre searing, laced with obvious annoyance.
ellieâs returning to her duties and youâre ducking into their restroom for a moment to splash your face with cool water.
ellieâs never given you a reason to doubt her, has been a perfect girlfriend since the beginning, but you canât help yourself.
especially not when youâre ducking out and you hear it.
âso iâm not the only one surprised that her girl looks like that?â you think itâs zack, but you canât be so sure.
âi dunno, sheâs hot, but they donât really match,â another voice sounds. âespecially since her lastâŠthing was with emma.â
and, wow, fuck, you hadnât been expecting that.
âdamn, i forgot about that,â maybe zack says. âit was at the party mel and them threw, right? when they fucked?â
youâd wanted to give the benefit of the doubt. maybe theyâd been a thing once upon a time, kissed on occasion, but hearing it put so crassly makes you feel like youâre gonna throw up.
the bellâs tinkling hard against the glass when you throw the door open.
and perhaps the situation with finding out about ellie and emma goes hand-in-hand with the way ellie experiences her jealousy.
maybe the fact that ellie still works closely with a previous situationship and is obviously on friendly terms with makes you withdraw a little.
youâre spending a lot more time at your cafe, readying for spring launch and brainstorming new recipes.
you donât want to bore ellie, especially when youâve been so in your head about everything lately, so youâre putting in more hours, coming home late at night.
truthfully, ellieâs devastated because she misses her girl :/ why are you always so busy suddenly?
so when a familiar face comes poking into the cafe a few weeks down the line, your eyes are as wide as saucers.
âwow, alex, is that you?â
sheâs an ex whoâd moved abroad for work a few years back. and the break up had been amicable enough, but sheâd moved on and so had you.
the only contact the two of you keep is the occasional comment on social media and a text or two during the holidays.
sheâs grinning ear-to-ear.
âwhat are you doing here?â you ask incredulously, setting the rag down on the bartop to round the counter.
youâd been in the middle of prepping to close up shop when the bells chimed against the glass.
âvisiting my parents for a few weeks,â she answers. âthought iâd stop by and see how youâre doing.â
âgreat, iâm doing great,â you assure her with a warm smile. âwhat about you? howâs germany?â
âdefinitely miss the food here sometimes, but you know,â she shrugs and youâre letting out a laugh. âand...juliaâs pregnant.â
and your brows are shooting up, arms wrapping around her middle.
âalex, thatâs so exciting!â you cheer. âcongratulations.â
her cheeks are red when you pull away.
âyeah,â she says softly, eyes gentle. âiâm so excited.â
and youâre glad to hear that things are working out for her, that sheâs established herself well and sheâs building the family sheâs always dreamed of.
âand you?â she asks.
âwhat about me?â
âare you seeing anyone?â
itâs your turn to warm, fidgeting under her expectant gaze.
âi am,â you confirm.
her smile widens
âthatâs great,â she says genuinely. âiâm glad. i hope they make you happy.â
and it really makes you draw into yourself for a moment because ellie does. she makes you so fucking happy, you donât know what to do with yourself sometimes.
âyeah,â you hum. âsheâs great.â
the two of you end up catching up a little as you close, and she even takes you up on your offer of visiting again for a tasting before she leaves!
and this is most likely what sends ellie over the edge.
at first she didnât know why you were suddenly so distant, knew you were dedicated, but didnât know why you were so invested as of late.
recently, itâs been her popping into your apartment, but being disappointed to find that youâre not even home.
and the days that she does catch you, youâre pecking her on the lips and rushing out the door.
makes ellie question if thereâs something she should be paying closer attention to.
honestly, sheâs just really worried that she did something wrong, so as sheâs trekking up the sidewalk to approach your little cafe with a bundle of cute flowers around 10 in the evening, sheâs feeling a weird sense of deja vu.
finds that the open sign has been flipped and that the lights are dim, but nearly trips over her steps when she peers inside and sees you behind the counter.
youâre not alone, a tall figure leaned up against the bartop, obviously deeply interested in whatever youâre animatedly talking about.
youâre still wearing your apron, hair falling from its hold and a lump is lodging its way into ellieâs throat.
tugs gently on the handle to see that itâs locked and the motion catches both you and your companyâs attention.
god, whoever youâre with is an absolute stunner and ellieâs swallowing hard as you round the counter and flit through the tables to come let her in.
âels, what are you doing here?â you ask, smiling softly.
barely registers what youâre saying because the girl youâre with has straightened and thereâs something so put together and elegant about the brunette that makes a pang of insecurity begin to coil in ellieâs stomach.
âwanted to see you,â she says simply.
âoh,â you reply. âwe were just finishing up here, i wouldâve been home in like an hour.â
and that leaves such a sour taste in her mouth because a lot can happen in an hour, in forty-five minutes even.
âgreat, iâll walk you home,â ellie says, tone pinched.
your brows furrow and youâre opening your mouth to ask ellie if everythingâs fine, but alex is placing a casual hand on your shoulder to remind you sheâs there and ellie canât help but zero in on the way her slender fingers curl.
âalex,â she introduces, offering her other hand.
âellie,â your girlfriend bites back, glancing at alexâs outstretched palm before glancing back up at her.
thereâs a twinkle of knowing in alexâs eye as she nods thoughtfully.
âheard a lot about you,â she says simply.
ellie merely hums.
and god, youâre mortified because youâd spent the entire night raving about ellie even though alex was supposed to be giving you feedback on launch ideas.
youâd told her how kind and great ellie was. instead, here she is, ice cold and glaring.
âwell...â alex turns her attention to you. âi really appreciate tonight, everything was phenomenal.â
you preen under the praise and ellieâs rolling her eyes, fist tightening around the stems of the flowers.
âof course, anytime,â you assure her. âthank you for visiting me again.â
and seeing the two of you side-by-side, ellie feels so small. because youâve always been so pretty, so out of her league and the two of you look like a match made in heaven.
âalways,â alex replies, and ever the instigator, she adds, âtext me when you get home?â
âi will,â you tell her, brushing past ellie to lock her out. âgoodnight, alex, be safe!â
she says something in return that evades ellieâs hearing, but sheâs far too livid to even tune in.
youâve barely locked the door behind her when ellieâs voice cuts through the tense air.
âwho the fuck was that?â she asks sharply.
you turn on your heel, brows dipping because ellieâs rarely let her anger get the best of her.
âellie, what areââ
âi asked you a question,â she says firmly.
you roll your lips, gaze downcast because such a good moment has been obliterated by ellieâs fiery temper.
âwe dated a few years ago,â you answer honestly. âshe was back in town for the next few weeks and i wanted to do something nice.â
ellie lets out a humorless laugh.
âso iâve been worried sick for weeks because you wanna ghost me when youâve really been parading around with your ex?â ellie huffs.
and okay, wow, you hadnât really expected that from her because your ellie is usually relatively level-headed.
âthis is only the second time iâve seen her, ellie,â you argue. âwe were friends way before we even dated and it was a clean break up. we were just catching up.â
ellieâs tossing the bouquet of flowers, now crushed by her unrelenting fist, onto the nearest table top.
âjust catching up, huh?â she mocks. âso a romantic set up, just the two of you, is just catching up? you said not to wait up for you because youâd be caught up with work. good to know that screwing your ex isââ
âthis is work,â you bite back. âiâve been trying to get my bearings for this upcoming launch and she was kind enough to put up with all my crazy ideas and all my rambling,â then quietly, âgiven ninety percent of it was about you.â
âwhat, you couldnât ask me?â ellie huffs. âyou know iâd help you if you wanted me to!â
âi didnât ask because i know all this shit bores you,â you say weakly. âalex was just being nice.â
that shuts ellie up, douses her anger like a bucket of ice cold water on a fire. and now she feels like a piece of shit because she hadnât known that you felt that way.
âand sheâs engaged,â you add, pulling away from her when she takes a step towards you. instead you busy yourself with gathering your spread and all the silverware. âtheyâre expecting a child.â
and fuck, ellie wishes sheâd slowed down. wishes that she hadnât talked out of her ass.
âi didn'tââ
âyouâre one to talk, ellie,â you add coldly. âyou work in close proximity with a girl you used to fuck regularly. youâre still friends with her, and itâs obvious to every single soul imaginable that iâm just an obstacle to her and that sheâs still interested. but i didnât say anything even if it fucking ate away at me because i know you. youâve never given me a reason to doubt us.â
that knocks that wind from ellieâs lungs because she hadnât realized that you knew. just wanted to sweep it under the rug because her and emma were never serious and she didnât want you worrying.
âwait, angel, iâm sorry,â ellie says. âiââ
you shake your head.
âwhatever, ellie,â you whisper. âi have to close up.â
âcâmon, babe, donâtââ
âi donât wanna talk about this anymore,â you cut her off. âiâll be home soon, but i wanna be alone right now.â
when you get home and see ellieâs sneakers by the door, you take in a deep breath and try to mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable conversation, but instead, youâre met with the smell of your favorite take out and a soft murmur from your vinyl player in the living room.
when you make it to the end of the corridor to peer into the kitchen, you see ellie taking down a few plates.
sheâs glancing over her shoulder, body seemingly relaxing when she finds you standing in the archway of the kitchen.
âhey,â she greets softly, and you belatedly realize that her voice is hoarse.
âhi,â you reply.
âwanna eat first?â she asks you, but you donât answer, too busy analyzing her.
you put two and two together; figure that sheâs been crying if the red bags under her eyes and the dying flush on her cheeks is anything to go by.
she takes a step towards you and you seem to snap out of it.
âwanna shower first,â you tell her.
you hear her gulp.
âokay,â she says.
and you hate this. you hate being upset and you hate that sheâs upset and knowing that ellie cried makes you wanna cry, so youâre taking a step towards her.
sheâs glancing at you.
âshower with me?â you offer timidly.
ellieâs pushing off the counter, nodding eagerly.
and truthfully, ellie had every intention of keeping her hands to herself, but then you were asking her to help work the soap down your back.
then you were turning to face her to rinse under the stream of the showerhead. the sudsy waterâs making its way down the column of your throat and the curves of your body and ellieâs tongue is so dry, she feels like it could crack in her mouth.
her hands settle on the narrow of your waist, right over the swell of your hips as she presses open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder.
âiâm so sorry, angel,â she whispers, hands sliding to rest against the small of your back.
you give in even though youâre still in your head, arms looping around her neck as she brushes your hair to one side and starts paying a lot more attention to the spot right behind your ear.
âsâokay, els,â you assure her softly. âiâm sorry, too. i was being a brat.â
your fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck, breath hitching when she grabs a palmful of your ass and breaks away from your neck to catch your lips between her own.
âyou donât know how much i love you,â she murmurs between kisses, sighing brokenly when the plush of your tits presses against her sensitive nipples.
you moan when one of her hands slides down your front and gently brushes over your clit.
âellie,â you whimper.
âlet me show you?â
your head is lolling back when the pads of her calloused fingers circle your entrance to gather the slick thatâs accumulating there.
you nod.
âyeah, yeah, ellie, please,â you choke.
sheâs reaching behind you to turn the shower off, ducking outside of the tiled space to grab your towel.
and sheâs slow, meticulous as she dries you off, mouth watering when the cool air of the bathroom makes gooseflesh ripple over your smooth skin.
âyouâre so fucking perfect,â ellie whispers, standing behind you in the mirror. âso fucking perfect and all mine.â
your eyelids are drooping shut as she discards the towel, hands wandering as her teeth sink into your neck.
âoh, fuuuââ
ellieâs jostling you back into your bedroom. when sheâs about to push you back against the mattress, youâre spinning so that sheâs falling against the unmade duvet, taking you with her.
and ellieâs gaze is glazing over when you spread her legs to reveal a pussy slick with need and a clit so swollen, it makes you salivate.
âwhat are you doing?â she whispers, fingertips denting the fat of your thighs.
âwanna ride you, els,â you whimper, climbing to straddle her heat. âwanna take care of you.â
one of her legs stretches to settle over your shoulder and youâre kissing her calf as your clits bump.
âfuck,â ellie chokes when you start rolling your hips. âfuck, wait, angel, justââ
the slip is delicious, obscene sound of your combined arousal echoing through the room to mingle with ellieâs throaty moans.
ellieâs used to watching you ride her strap, used to fucking you and giving you everything because itâs one of the things that makes her the happiest, but, fuck, she could get used to this.
âyou gonna cream all over my pussy, ellie?â you whine, pace relentless as you ride her.
she lets out a breathy laugh.
âyou feel how wet i am?â ellie gasps, thumb coming to nestle between your heat. the friction feels so fucking good against your clit, has you throwing your head back as you fuck her. âgod, youâre fucking delusional if you think iâm not a hundred and ten percent obsessed with you.â
âoh fuck, ellie, your pussy feels sâgood,â you whine, eyes watering when her other hand settles on your hip to guide you.
âdoes it, angel?â she moans breathily. âonly you can get me like this.â
âyouâre so wet, els,â you marvel. âyour cuntâs so soft and so...soââ
âitâs all yours,â she whispers shakily, hips jerking because sheâs close. âall yours, angel.â
and sheâs crying out when you slip off of her, hands grabbing for you desperately.
sheâs throwing her head back against your pillows when your lips latch onto her clit.
âoh, shit,â she moans. âwait, wait.â
but you donât wait, in fact, your ministrations quicken, tongue lapping at the slick that gushes from ellieâs cunt.
âfuck, angel, iâm gonnaââ
the broken moan that leaves ellieâs lithe body has you clenching your thighs. and you think sheâs gonna cum, but her palm is firm against your forehead to push you away gently.
her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head when a string of spit webs from your chin to her clit.
âmânot cumming before you do,â she swallows. âthis was supposed to be about you.â
âit is,â you assure her. âall i care about right now is making you cum.â
âjesus, youâre actually something else,â ellie sighs shakily, combing a tattooed hand through her damp locks.
youâre making a move to close in on her pussy again, but sheâs pushing you onto your back, settling her achey cunt over your thigh as she circles both of your wrists in one hand.
âlet me take care of you and you can do whatever you want with me for the rest of the night,â ellie promises, sloppy kiss turning into her licking into your mouth.
her fingers waste no time finding your folds, pads eager against your bud before dipping lower to tease at your entrance.
âhow could you think iâd want any other pussy other than yours, angel?â she whispers against your mouth as she stuffs you knuckles deep. âthis is all mine, you hear me? all fuckinâ mine.â
you nod, squirming against where sheâs still got you confined with a bruising grip around your wrists.
âsâall yours, els,â you whimper.
âjust like this pussyâs all yours,â she husks, hips rolling over the swell of your thigh. âwould never fucking dream of giving myself to anyone but you.â
and god, ellie knows all the right things to say to have you winding tight.
youâre arching into her, jaw slack and eyes crossing as she hits that spot inside you that has you feeling fucking boneless.
âcâmon, angel,â she encourages you. âjust once all over my fingers, then you can do whatever you want to me.â
the squelch has ellieâs thighs shaking as she rolls her hips, knuckles curling hard inside the warm heat of your needy pussy.
âdonât stop, els,â you beg her. âiâm gonnaââ
sheâs freeing your wrists, climbing from your thigh to settle on her knees at the end of the bed.
âwait, els, iâm gonnaââ
and the moan that leaves you can be heard by the entire apartment block, no doubt, because ellieâs sucking your clit past her lips and eating you out like itâs the last thing sheâll ever do.
the shit sheâs murmuring against your folds is filthy, has you trying to squeeze your knees together because ellieâs that good.
âohfuckohfuckohfuck,â you cry out when she adds a third finger.
itâs all it takes because a few moments later, your backâs arching all the way off the bed, thighs vibrating as she continues to toy with you through your orgasm.
âthatâs it, angel,â ellie whispers. âride it out.â
your chest heaves through the final waves, a sheen of sweat making your dewy skin look like itâs glistening under the lowlight of your bedside lamp.
âyou did so fuckinâ good for me,â ellie says gently, standing naked between your parted legs as your arm drapes over your eyes in embarrassment.
âstop hiding,â she scolds, climbing to straddle you.
her hands are wandering, smoothing over every available expanse of skin as you cover your face and shy away from her.
sheâs shocked when she pries your arm away and finds tears welling in your eyes.
âbabe,â she calls incredulously. âwhy are youââ
âwe wouldnât have been in this situation if i wasnât so immature and just talked to you about it,â you hiccup.
ellieâs face is falling, pulling you up to wrap you in her arms.
âbabe, stop,â she whines softly, rocking you as a shudder rips down your spine. âi shouldâve said something and i definitely shouldnât have acted the way i did earlier. if anything i was immature.â
âyouâre such a good girlfriend, ellie,â you whimper. âand iâm...iâm sorry, iââ
âhey, hey,â she stops you firmly, peeling away from you to thumb at your chin. âdonât do that.â
and you feel like such a big fucking baby as ellie repositions the two of you so that sheâs leaning against your headboard and sheâs pulling you against her sweaty chest.
âiâm sorry, ellie,â you choke again.
âstop apologizing,â ellie croaks, and you realize that the emotions are welling inside of her as well. ânone of this was your fault, angel. i shouldâve been honest and just told you, but i was scared.â
youâre still hiccuping, ear pressed over her heart.
âyouâre my first real girlfriend in a really long time, and it doesnât help that youâre so grossly out of my league, andââ
âellie,â you chide.
âi donât wanna mess things up with you,â she admits softly. âespecially after the way we started.â
âiâd never hold that against you,â you swallow.
âand thatâs what makes it worse. i know you wouldnât even if you should,â ellie whispers. âand then today, i saw you with someone else and it made me so fucking mad because the two of you look so good together. it made me feel like i donât deserve you.â
âels.â and youâre crying harder now, arms winding so tight around her waist, she feels like sheâll burst.
âiâm sorry,â ellie says gently. âyouâve always been so fucking good to me andââ
youâre leaning up, kissing her to shut her up before she starts crying and sheâs cradling your face like youâre the most fragile thing.
âi love you so fucking much, ellie,â you tell her between kisses. âletâs just...letâs just put this behind us, okay?â
she nods, pulls from your lips to nestle her face in your neck.
âi love you more, angel,â she murmurs against your skin. âyou donât even know.â
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Knife's Canvas (Pt. 1)
Yandere Poly!Ghostface x Reader
warnings: mention of torture (not reader), planned stalking.
prompt inspired by @jadedstarlight03 's prompt to @creepyyanderegirl on yandere stu with artistic reader. I liked it and took my own spin with it since I simp for Billy too.
"I admired your sketch!"
The cursive note, adorned with a smiley face, stared back at you, earning an A+ grade on your inaugural in-class creative writing assignment at Woodsboro High. As a newcomer, you had hoped your depictions of characters like Garfield and Scooby Doo would endear you to the teachers, and it appeared they did. Sketched in red pen and colored with pastel pink highlighter, your drawings grinned up at you, surrounded by tiny glitter hearts.
"Oh, those are wicked!"
The cute blonde girl seated behind you leaned over your shoulder, her minty breath fanning into your face as she praised, "Do you draw a lot? Did you do those in class? It's pretty fast if you did."
"Yeah! I started doing art last year, but you get better and faster with practice," you replied with a warm smile, eager to make your first friend. "I think these took about 3-4 minutes each."
Your face warmed as she leaned closer, her chest lightly pressing against your back as she inspected your paper. She pointed to the little hearts, "Those are so cute!" Her approving face turned toward you as she introduced herself, "I'm Tatum."
"I'm ____," you replied, pleased to make introductions effortlessly. The teacher's allowance for 5 minutes of free time before class's end was a welcome opportunity for socializing.
"You should join my friends and me after our next class for lunch; maybe some of us will be in your classes!"
"That would be so nice," you said, relief evident in your voice. "I'm honestly pretty shy, so making friends can be intimidating."
Her dazzling smile accompanied her words, "Perfect! If you have Chemistry next with Mr. Scott, I'll show you where it is if you don't already know."
"Um," you leaned down to your backpack, sifting through your new student documents to find your schedule. "Oh, it's actually history with Ms. Johnson."
"Hmm," Tatum leaned back, crossing her legs as she thought. "I think Billy has that class. Maybe if you leave a little early, you can catch him. He's the guy with the, uh," she seemed to struggle for words, "grunge hairstyle? I think he's wearing a dark red t-shirt today if that helps. He's a little grumpy sometimes, though, so if you're too nervous or he's mean, we'll look for you at lunch."
The bell rang, and students not already congregating by the door got up to leave. You neatly tucked your graded paper into its designated folder and stood, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as Tatum rose in tandem.
"I'll try!" you said with a giggle, even though meeting Billy made you nervous. "It was nice to meet you."
"You too," Tatum said, pulling a pack of gum from her bag and offering you a piece before you left. "I think your next class should be in that building, right? Iâm not sure if you had it yesterday or if itâs a Tuesday-Thursday class."
Thanking her again, you made sure your Discman had the CD you liked the most before connecting your headphones and heading off in that direction. You'd only have a few minutes of music, but it was worth it!
After finding your next class, you lingered around the door since you were early, hoping to at least place who Billy was from Tatum's description. After a moment of trying to not look awkward as you stood around, you spotted him.
He did have a grungier hair style, reminding you of a movie star you'd seen on TV recently. It threatened to fall in his eyes as he stalked towards the door, a bored look on his face. Now that you noticed him more, it was hard to ignore that he had a pretty face. Trying to not overthink it now that you realized you thought he was kind of cute, you pulled your headphones down from your ears until they hung around your neck as he came closer to the class.
When he noticed you looking at him as he drew closer, his eyes narrowed suspiciously, the scowl on his face deepening and making you feel even more nervous.
"Hi," you said somewhat sheepishly, "I'm ___. I'm new and met Tatum in my last class. You must be Billy."
His eyebrow raises and his eyes soften, but the scowl remains, âOh?â
âYeahâŠâ you trail off a little, unsure of what to say since his response was sort of dry, âIâm from the more southern part of the state and we moved up here for my dadâs new job. I hear you guys experience the seasons up here so Iâm excited to see them! The leaves never change in the fall where Iâm from.â
His dark brown eyes have been boring into yours as you speak, making your face feel warm for the second time today. They dart down to the folder in your hands and he smirks as he says, âThatâs cool.â
For your history folder, youâd tried to paint torsos and busts like the ancient historic statues from Greece and Rome youâd seen in a National Geographic magazine on the cover. They were naked torsos, but you had tried to make the nipples on the women look less prominent to avoid getting into trouble. If you had any sense, youâd have depicted something else to entirely avoid the possibility of getting into trouble, but youâd gotten irritated at the idea of censoring art.
âOh, thank you! I hope I donât get shit for the nudity, but I guess I could probably give them all clothes if I need to.â
He nods towards the classroom and you notice the hallways are getting quieter, âWe should head in. Thereâs a couple empty seats near me.â
Ms. Johnson's strategy to get the kids interested in history was to start with the brutality of the medieval age, it seemed; with diagrams of the torture methods they created being the highlight of her second class after syllabus day.
The history class, guided by Ms. Johnson's unwavering enthusiasm, delved into the unsettling corners of medieval history. As the lesson progressed, she took a moment to present an image of a haunting artifact, projecting it onto the screen for the entire class to see.
"Now, can anyone tell me what this is?" Ms. Johnson asked, gesturing to the screen. It was a grotesque device, an iron contraption with a cold, heartless design. Sharp spikes protruded inward, forming a cage around the wearer's head. The unsettling silence lingered as the class peered at the image, growing discomfort palpable.
To everyone's surprise, ____ confidently raised her hand, her eyes betraying an unexpected depth of knowledge.
"It's called the Scold's Bridle," she answered, her voice steady. "An oppressive device designed to silence women who dared to speak their minds. The spikes prevented any speaking, ensuring their voices remained stifled."
Billy arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "How do you know about that?"
____ shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. "I read a lot. History isn't just about dates and battles; it's about the struggles people faced, especially women, and respecting the challenges they went through."
Billy's skepticism softened as he nodded slightly. "Guess history is more twisted than we think."
____ leaned towards him slightly, a smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes and made his spine tingle slightly, "Oh, you have no idea."
"Ah, ____," Ms. Johnson said with genuine admiration and ____'s attention snapped back to her, "Impressive knowledge there. I'm eager to see your thoughts on this in more detail, perhaps in an essay. It's always refreshing when students connect with the material on a deeper level."
"Now, let's delve further into the complexities of medieval society. How these devices were not only instruments of physical torment but also symbolic of the societal norms of the time."
The lesson continued, and ____ slowly flipped through her sketchbook to find a fresh page, seemingly reviewing her previous art briefly as she did so. Billy faced the board, but his eyes were turned downward, toward ____'s hands. He caught a glimpse of previous drawings â a mix of cartoon characters and a few creepier depictions.
Angry faces splattered with red marks resembling blood and figures wearing intimidating masks (or just freaks with the scariest faces ever) caught his eye. Intrigued, he discreetly watched as she began absentmindedly sketching the torture devices described in class as she listened, switching out her pens to smear red ink on them. He caught his scoff before he uttered it when he realized she was drawing the devices in glitter pens, her eyes flickering from the images on the screen to back down at her paper.
He must have been too obvious, leaning in too closely or being too pointed with his staring now because she had flipped to a fresh page and locked eyes, an unreadable expression across her face. There was a pause before she tucked her sketchbook into her bag and turned her attention back towards the board.
Billy felt a mischievous idea forming in his head as he let his eyes linger on her, knowing she could probably see him staring in her peripheral. If she wasn't thrilled about him seeing her portfolio, perhaps there was more hiding in that sketchbook than just cutesy cartoons. It could be amusing for him and Stu to explore her place once they found out where she lived, hunting for more art she wasn't ready to showcase while they scoped out their new potential victim. If the glimpses of what he saw when she had flipped through it implied there was anything more beneath her vanilla exterior, Billy was confident that he and Stu could uncover it.
As the bell rang, she turned to him with what he'd call friendly eyes, the strange demeanor now gone, "Are you hungry or what? Is the cafeteria food at Woodsboro High edible or would I be better off hunting a bird?"
He huffed, "You'd be better off starving." Nodding towards the door, he started towards it, hardly waiting for ____ to collect her bag, "Maybe Randy will be enough of a simp to offer you whatever his mommy made for him."
Noticing the disdain Billy seemed to have for Randy's mother but feeling too tentative about the potential for conflict to ask more about it, ____ decided to leave it alone and hurry after him into the now bustling hallway.
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Jealousy | Al Haitham x GN!reader
Summary: Kaveh wonders how jealous Al Haitham can get. slight? kaveh x reader
Warnings: none
The soft bustle of the academia library surrounds you as you copy down the diagrams from your architecture textbook in front of you. Fellow scholars stress and a few cry or nap at their desks. The bags underneath your eyes tell the same story of anxiety, stress, but a passion for what youâre learning.
As you complete the final diagram of the chapter, two figures loom over your study area before seating themselves.
ây/n how's the studying going,â The blonde senior leans on his hand, with his scholarly hat tilting off to the side slightly.
âAh senior Kaveh, itâs going okay, do you think Iâll be fine with the next exam,â you fidget softly, eyes filled with exhaustion. Kaveh eyes your notes scanning each part thoroughly.
âThese are probably a gajillion times more detailed than any of my notes were, youâre going to do amazing,â he hands your notebook back with a soft smile.
âThereâs not really a way to quantify how detailed something is senior Kaveh.â Your tired eyes flicker to the taller gray haired male. Kaveh huffs in annoyance.
âWell Al Haitham maybe you could learn a bit from us, you know, banter?â Al Haitham barely looks up from his book. Brushing off what the older male said. âAnyways, y/n we were about to head over to Puspa to grab some lunch, did you want to join us?â a coffee does sound extremely appealing right now.
âSure, let me gather my stuff.â you say putting everything into your small canvas tote.
On the way to Puspa cafe, you stumble lightly, nearly nodding off and following the wrong people a few times. Kaveh wraps his arm around your shoulder to keep you from wandering off, and he didnât miss the way Al Haitham looked up from his book and furrowed his brows. A mischievous smile crept its way onto his face as the three of you piled into the cafe.
You all slip into one of the small booths on the side and Kaveh guides you in softly.
âWhat did you want to order y/n? Al Haitham can grab them for us,â The blonde looks over to his friend smirking softly.
âSo now youâre volunteering for me to do things?â He cocks his eyebrow and shuts his book, setting it to the side of the table glaring lightly at Kaveh as he takes a seat next to you.
âIâll just have a coffee please,â you lean on the wall next to you eyes fluttering. Al Haitham nods in confirmation before going to order everyone's food and drinks at the front.
Coming back to the table he clenches his jaw in annoyance at the scene in front of him. Kaveh had moved your head to lean on his shoulder saying how itâd be more comfortable that way. Al Haitham takes a seat across from you two before opening his book once again.
âHm, difficult read Al Haitham,â Kaveh smiles at him, âYouâd normally be finished with that page youâve been on it for quite some time.â Al Haitham glares at him softly before shutting the book.
âKaveh, our food should be ready by now, since I ordered, I believe that you should grab it for us,â He says boredly, pointing to the food and drinks in the window. Kaveh sighs in annoyance shaking you awake a bit so you can sit up. As he leaves Al Haitham walks around the side of the table and takes the seat that Kaveh was in. Seeing you still nodding off he wraps his arm around guiding your head to his shoulder. A rare content smile crosses his features turning his noise canceling off to hear your soft breaths. At Kavehâs return the older of the two looks at him with a stupid smile before winking at him.
âso you do- get jealous!â Kavehâs boisterous voice startles you awake. Confusion crosses your tired features looking around softly before laying your head back down on Al Haithamâs shoulder. Heâs never going to live this down.
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the warren
price x reader | 895 words
had the overwhelming urge to write creepy!price. this is the result. not closely edited, apologies.
CW: blood (mentioned), hunting (mentioned/implied), theft, stalking
Bare footprints, neat impressions set into the loam ringing the lake. They veered left to the woods, to the direction of the climb leading to meadows.
Where'd you run now?
The signs of her trail are near invisible in the night - disturbed foliage and snapped twigs - but not to him. Crouching at the edge where the prints disappear into the underbrush, he sees dark droplets of blood, wet, painting leaf and root. He wipes one off of a stone, brings it to his mouth, and runs the pad of his finger over his gums and tongue. Salt and metal, the very things she tried to use to keep him out, keep him away.
The very things he had developed a taste for.
John admires her spirit, even with his plan to snuff out that independence. Her frenzied escape only heightened his anticipation for when he'd catch her.
Run, rabbit, run.
~~ Three months earlier ~~
John knew the day he spied her trespassing at the hutch that her hands were clean. Soft and unsullied. Not a speck of dirt under her fingernails. Polite and easy with her apologies, lips parting to show a pink tongue and good teeth.
She saw the cat, followed it over the unmarked property line, and then spotted the colony in its enclosure.
"You like animals?"Â
"Yes, who doesn't?"
"Come see the kittens, then."
She trailed after him, around the side of the shophouse and back to the business side. He held his tongue when she observed none of the lots on the road bracketing the bay were fenced.
Fences were unnecessary this far out. Everything, everyone, knew their place. Knew where they were not allowed to tread without invitation. Everyone except her, apparently.
A newcomer to this neck of the woods.
She crouched, peered into the plastic, straw-filled tub on the porch, and watched the week-old creatures half-blindly search for their mother. The heat lamp was a functional substitute while the queen was out filling her belly.
"So, this is your shop?" She brushed herself off when she stood, eyeing the store's interior through the front windows.
"Mhm."
"Are you closed?"
"For lunch, as of five minutes ago."
"Oh."
He sighed. "But I can delay my meal. C'mon."
"Thank you, I promise I won't take long."
~~
She takes ten minutes. John leans against the back counter, steel thermos down to the dregs of the morning's coffee. The basket in the crook of her arm carries a week's worth of canned and dry goods. She presents it with a small smile and digs into a pocket for her cardholder.
He rings her up, poking through the haul. In addition to the sundry of foodstuff, there are basic toiletries, insect repellent, a lighter, and a pack of twelve-hour candles. She adds a pair of cheap red sunglasses from the revolving display. They do not make it into the final total.
"Can I ask what brings an Englishman here?" She asks after handing over a wad of cash, setting her wallet down to take the tag off of the sunglasses.
Like clockwork. Always the same question with every new face.
"Retirement," He cards through the bills and makes change. "And you? Visiting?"
"I'm renting for the summer."
He smirks and closes the cash drawer. Holding out what she's owed over a manicured hand, he tilts his head slightly. "Would that be the old Warren place? Or the Lakeshore Arms?" He drops the money.
A few coins slip through the cracks of her fingers, clattering sharply against the formica, some ricocheting to the floor at her sandaled feet.
"Limited housing supply here, least longer term," John explains, making no move to assist other than lazily pushing a quarter back across the counter.
She scrambles to collect the scattered tender, resurfacing from the other side of the counter with a sheepish look beneath her brow, clearly flustered. "The Warren place."
"Hm. Need a bag?"
"No, thanks," She says, smiling tight when she pulls two canvas bags from the sling over her chest. She drops the items into each bag inelegantly. Cans settle atop the loaf of white bread, and the bug spray slots snugly next to the toothpaste.
Never bagged her own groceries before, I'll bet.
She grabs her wallet. "Are thereâŠany other stores nearby?"
"Next place is two towns over. About an hour and a ten-minute drive, forty-five minutes if you speed," John leans back, arms crossing. I assure you, though, the store's got everything you need right here. And if it doesn'tâŠAll you need to do is ask."
It's heavy-handed. He knows. But it's better to plant the seed now and let it take root.
"I'll keep that in mind," She sets the sunglasses atop her head and turns to leave, only to spot the short stack of bagged deer corn near the door. One hand on the door, she takes a closer look. "Aw, I didn't know you could feed the deer like this."
His mouth slowly curls. "It's bait, sweetheart."
The instant drop in her expression sends a wicked thrill down his spine.
When she leaves, he watches her hurry down the road through the glass. He flips the sign on the door again: Out to lunch.Â
John fishes her ID card out of his pocket, murmurs her name, and looks back at her retreating form.
You're a long way from home, rabbit.
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