Pri’s Orchard

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Baby Bear

Cub x Reader

Notes: You know it’s been a while when you have to check how you format your own posts 😅 also I forgot my own writing style?? You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I had to save my draft and check…

Word Count: 467 words

MCC creeps around the corner, each participating Hermit making preparations for the long day they’ll be gone, potentially more for server travel. However, instead of preparing yourself and your lovely boyfriend for the trip, you’re nursing him back to health. Again.

“Cub, darling, maybe you should think about investing in a thicker coat. You’ve been staying at mine for so long, and it’s so cold in this biome, that you’ve gotten three colds!” You scold him, laying another quilt over his shaking body. He groans, shaking his head.

“I don’t need a boat, what are you talking about?” He says, scrunching his face up in confusion.

“A boat? What are- Nevermind.” You sigh, rubbing at your temples. Cub coughs again, shaking slightly. I frown, shifting to stand.

“Do you need a glass of water?” You lay a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. Burning. He squints at you.

“What did you say?” He asks, still squinting at you, as if he can’t see you well.

“I said, do you need some water?” You repeat, looking at Cub in concern.

“No! I don’t need to go to the doctor, I’ll be perfectly fine.” He huffs, and at his slightly pouty expression, you can’t help but smile gently.

Your loving mood, however, is broken by Cub coughing again, but this time, directly onto your arm. Your face immediately drops, and you look at him in a mix of disgust and horror.

“Cub, I love you more than life itself, but if you cough on me again, I will end you.” Cub just sniffles, looking at you with a sort of pitiful expression, eyes glassy.

“So what I’m hearing is that you don’t love me anymore,” He wallows, swinging an arm off the couch dramatically, letting it hang over the edge limply. You sigh, rolling your eyes with an amused smile.

“I do love you, dear, but I can’t get sick this close to MCC, it’s only a few days from now.” He just stares at the ceiling, a disgruntled look on his face. You sigh again, scooting closer to him from your spot on the floor.

“Cub, stop looking so down. You’ll be better in no time, and we can play against each other as planned.” You hum, reaching up and gently carding your hands through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp. Cub basically purrs as he leans closer into your hands, breathing deeply and relaxing.

“Y’know, maybe being sick isn’t so bad,” He murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he fights sleep. You shake your head, mentally praying that he doesn’t make it a habit. “I don’t deserve you,” He says quietly, and you smile gently, laying a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“You deserve me perfectly well, darling. Now, get some sleep, or you’ll never get better.”

What a Flirt!

Etho x Reader

Notes: Sorry this took so long! And thank you for the compliment! I’m not too confident in most of my characterizations, but it’s good to hear you enjoy my work. :)

Word count: 792 words

Etho is an energetic man. He’s always on the move, working on some “top-secret” project, or having fun with his closest friends. The energy had always endeared you, and you and Etho had become good friends after a while. Etho is energetic as a fact of life, and recently, on top of that, Etho has become a flirt.

•

On Monday, Etho had cornered you just outside of your base, leaning against a fence post and giving you a smile.

“Have I ever told you that you have a beautiful face?,” Etho says, smiling brightly. You level him with a blank stare, and his smile wavers. “Why are you looking at me like that? I mean it!”

“Sure, Etho,” You sigh, smiling at his attempt. In recent days, Etho had seemingly made it his mission to fluster you, whether out of affection or entertainment, you can’t tell. “Come here, you’ve got a loose strap on your harness.”

Etho steps towards you, and all but halts his breathing. Your hands adjust the straps of the harness gently, fixing his elytra more tightly to his back. Looking up at his face, Etho avoids eye contact, going as far as to turn his head from you. Even still, you spot the light dusting of pink that adorns his cheeks.

“Hm. Seems like you’re losing at your own game, huh, Etho?” You tease, bringing a hand ip to poke gently at his face. He swats your hand away, his blush intensifying.

“I’m not losing at anything, I’ll have you know,” He pouts, once again swatting at your hand. “I’m not even started yet. Just you wait.” He says, puffing out his chest, similar to a bird.

“Okay, birdie, I’ll wait to see what you have in store.” You laugh, shooting his embarrassed face a glance as he realizes what you had called him.

“Hey! I am not a bird!” He says indignantly, and you laugh once again as you walk away from Etho, and as he watches you go.

•

On Tuesday, as you were brewing potions, arms deep in a cauldron with a heavy sheen of sweat over your face from the heat, Etho once again came to find you.

“You look stunning today, sweetheart,” He teases, leaning over the windowsill as he pokes his head inside of the window. “I love someone with such creative passions.” You smile, rolling your eyes.

“Etho, you should move. This potion splashes, and it causes boils on the face. It’s a prank potion, yes, but it’s still not pleasant, especially before dilution.” You tell him, and he gapes at you before standing straight up.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner! I was over that for five whole minutes!” Etho whines, placing a hand on his forehead.

•

Wednesday comes soon as well, and Etho makes haste in finding you in your garden. He sits next to you casually, laying out and facing the sun. He pulls down his mask, bathing his face in sunlight, and you note in the back of your mind that you rarely ever see him in the mask when it’s just you two.

“Fine day today, hm?” You say gently, uprooting a weed and tossing it into a wicker basket. Etho hums, eyes still closed and a peaceful smile painting his face. Smiling, you return to your weeding, systematically ripping weeds out of the ground and discarding them for future use. Etho stirs slightly, and when you look over, his eyes are locked onto you.

“Hello there. Finally awake?” You say, absentmindedly organizing your weeds into separate bundles. He doesn’t answer, but his hand finds yours relatively quickly.

“ Quiet day, huh? I get it. Would you like to join me for some tea?” You ask gently, Rubbing a thumb over the back of his hand and giving him time to reply.

“Yeah. Tea sounds nice.” He sighs, letting go of your hand to stand. He then offers his hand to you, and pulls you up. The two of you walk the few yards to your base together, hands linked at your sides. You can feel Etho’s gaze on your face, firmly locked onto you.

“You know,” Etho begins, his thumb caressing the back of your hand, “I can’t imagine life without you by my side. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed someone’s company like I’ve enjoyed yours.”

You pause mid-step, face flushed, and cover your face with your hands. Etho looks at you, confused at first, then smug.

“I did it! I told you I would-“ Etho quiets immediately as you press your lips to his, muffling whatever “i-told-you-so” he had coming.

“Yeah, yeah. You told me you would.” You smile gently, rolling your eyes as you kiss him again. “You win, Etho.”

-🪷

Various headcannons

AN: I’ve been gone for forever please don’t kill me. 😔 Also don’t comment on my blatant favoritism please.

Xisuma loves you like every word you speak and every look you give him is a breath of fresh air. His name falling from your lips is like gossamer, gentle and flowing, and it makes him fall for you even more. He regards you with nothing but pure adoration, love, and admiration. You refresh him, and breathe life into every dull moment. You’re the only person he could never get tired of.

Tango loves you like the sun loves the moon. You’re his opposite, but always his equal. The voice of reason, if you will. You’re the spark that keeps him going, and you motivate him in every walk of life. He needs you for balance and stability, and cherishes you.

Etho loves you like the first rain of spring. His love for you pours out of him, and you can tell when he truly cares for you from every small moment. He takes your hand in his, pushes some hair out of your face, or tries to make you smile, and a cumulation of small moments outlines his dedication to you. He’s funny for you, making jokes for you to laugh and for him to admire the smile on your face.

Grian loves you like the wind beneath his wings. You uplift him, giving him freedom and love so pure it hurts. He tries to do the same, taking care of you and providing. He helps you start your day and does anything for you. Grian shares everything with you, because as someone he loves deeply, what’s his is yours. You’re divine to him, and what would he look like not dedicating himself to you?

Doc loves you like fine china. He treats you so delicately, so softly, that it warms your heart and brings tears to your eyes. Everything he does, he does it for you. You’re a piece of his own paradise, and he wants you happy. After all, you’re his everything, your happiness is important to him.

-A silly shy anon

So very eppy

the HSBB ppl have given me drawing ideas so I have shit to get done but yee

I am full on just like bounding off the walls at 9:50 ish I'm gonna wake a family member up soon if I'm not careful

I have far to much energy for it being 9:40 at night

Hows your day been?

It's so many

I've annoyed so many friends and had them help try pronouns on me

sometimes i regret following my friends on tumblr

This is my thought process for the past few days due to life

that sounds like lots of fun! That’s one thing that I liked about colorguard, the closeness of the team and how much time we spent together.

Every day I’m more grateful that I did not pick volleyball as my extracurricular.