╰┈➤ elijah mintz (oc) x reader
❝ gross, my pillows smell like your cologne. ❞
❝ and that's a bad thing? ❞
☄. *. ⋆ in which {name}'s college life is constantly interrupted by the antics of elijah mintz.
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☄. *. ⋆ in which elijah mintz gets emotiona...
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"{NAME}!"
that wasn't the ideal way to start college after the midterm break. having your roommate yell your name, full volume, into your echo-chamber of a bedroom.
"whattttt." you mumbled, covering your head with your pillow, just as the bright presence of abby laurence entered; a good call, considering her presence was just as potent as raw sunlight.
"i made waffles, they're going to get cold." she chirped, tugging your blanket off your body with a flourish, causing you to shoot her a disgruntled look. abby was a sweetheart. with her red hair, cutely curved chubby frame and rosy cheeks, she was like a porcelain doll, but less haunted and more cottagecore. she meant well, but sometimes you were in bed, and wanted to stay there, right? but she did mention waffles...
"mmhm, alright, morning abbs." haphazardly crawling out of bed, you tugged a random sweater on over your pajamas to avoid the clasp of the october chill (you lived in a college dorm, of course the heater was broken). she chuckled, the sound a gentle tinkle, like that of a wind chime. "yeah, morning {name}."
with a sleep-ridden swagger, you followed her into the main room of the dorm, sitting down on one of the chairs. the dorm was slightly more homely than what one would expect from a college dormitory– that was mostly abby's doing. fresh flowers in the communal vase next to the tv, pretty lace curtains and an automatic air freshener to battle the faint dampness of mold? that was all abby.
"right, you promised waffles." you mused, and she rolled her eyes lightly at you, bringing over a plate with one hand, and a stick of butter in the other. "look who's awake now, i mention food, and suddenly you have the ability to teleport."
"what can i say, i appreciate the small things in life." you shrugged, as you dug in as if you hadn't eaten for a week. "and you, abbs, i appreciate you, and your cooking skills. you keep me alive, per say."
she snickered at your comment, patting your head as she passed. "i work like a house elf, {name}."
you leaned into the friendly gesture, before grinning slightly at her comment. abby was a diehard harry potter fan at age 19– and frankly, you couldn't really blame her. if you had to bind her to the nuclear concept of a hogwarts house, she was a hufflepuff, through and through. "oh shut up, where are you off to?"
"class," abby explained, looking for what you assumed was her phone, as she peered between the cushions of your singular couch.
"hah!" you snorted, leaning back in your chair as you took another bite of the waffles, swathed in a touch of the syrup that you two had gotten from your weekly walmart run (there was a grocer on campus, yeah, but that didn't mean that walmart didn't hit different).
"are you going to do that every morning of the year?" abby questioned lightly as she finally located her phone and tucked it into her pocket.
