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azzibuckets · 2 days

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Paper Rings [Part 1 | Paige Bueckers]

Paige Bueckers x fem!reader

summary: very angsty friends to enemies to lovers told through flashbacks & current day

a/n: this is my very first fic + i’m still pretty unfamiliar with how to use tumblr so pls forgive me in advance 😭 but lmk what you think!

warnings: drinking, angst, paige as a player

word count: 1.9k

masterlist w/ all parts

FLASHBACK: 1 YEAR & 1 MONTH AGO

It was the night of the Big East championship game, and the entire UConn women’s basketball team was piled into Paige and Azzi’s apartment to celebrate with drinks. At first, you’d been hesitant to come, as you would be the only non-player there. Which usually wouldn’t be a problem, but since it was a celebration for something as special as a tournament win, you wanted to let the team have their moment. But Paige insisted, saying that you were basically one of them at this point, and that everyone loved you and would want you there.

So here you were, sandwiched between Paige and KK on the sofa. There were so many people squeezed onto the sofa, though, that you were basically half in Paige’s lap. She didn’t seem to mind though - one hand was holding a red solo cup filled with dirty Shirley while the other was firmly wrapped around your waist, holding you in place next to her. Not a typical look for best friends, but both of you attributed this intimate position to physical touch being both of your main love languages.

Paige’s fingers were absentmindedly brushing up and down your hip, alternating between playing with the fray at the end of your shirt and scratching your hip. You tried not to think too much of it. Paige was constantly moving, and she always needed something to play with or else she’d get bored and distracted. She definitely wasn’t touching you because she had feelings for you. Paige made it clear that she wasn’t interested in anyone romantically, with how quickly she moved from woman to woman. But that was how she chose to live her love life, and you respected that! And didn’t care….at all.

KK suddenly lurched up from next to you. “Ayoooo, we should play spin the bottle,” she crowed, as if this was the best idea she’d ever come across.

“Nah, girl, I’m good,” Nika teased, shaking her head at KK’s antics. “Geno said he wants us to be close, but I don’t think he meant that close.”

The rest of the team hooted in laughter. KK pouted. “Well, Azzi just texted the guys’ team to come, and they’ll be here soon. That way I don’t have to kiss any of y’all’s nasty lips.”

At that, Paige sat up a little bit straighter, her grip around my waist tightening. “Ain’t no one playing spin the bottle with the guys. Especially Y/N.”

“Why, Paige? Jealous?” Ice teased. Ice always gave you a hard time about Paige, wiggling her eyebrows at you every time you walked Paige to practice or dropped off food for her during their recovery sessions. You suspected that she was onto you, but you always shrugged off her teasing in order to seem nonchalant.

Paige rolled her eyes, although her grip on you didn’t loosen. “Nah, bro. They’re just weird. They don’t know Y/N like that. She’d be uncomfy.”

You tugged on one of her Dutch braids. You loved whenever she put her hair into two full braids. She looked so cute. Although you’d never tell her that. “What if I wanna play, hmm?” You were testing Paige’s limits, and you knew it. And as much as you wanted to chalk it up to her being jealous, you knew she was probably just being a protective friend.

Paige shook her head. “It’s such a middle school game, Y/N. You don’t wanna do that.” With those words, you felt a surge of drunken defiance rise in your chest. Paige was bossing you around, as if she knew what was best for you. But you refused to be seen as the innocent and meek type. And now you wanted to play. Because if you couldn’t have Paige, you weren’t gonna let her limit you from having someone else.

You raised your chin. “No, I think I’m gonna,” you declared.

Paige’s eyes flashed. There was a hint of surprise in the way she leaned back and studied you. “Okay,” she responded coolly. “Whatever. Do what you want - Imma top up.” She briskly slid the part of me on her thigh off, and got up, disappearing into the kitchen.

Soon, the guys piled in, along with some of their buddies that weren’t on the basketball team. You all agreed to do a mix of spin the bottle or truth or dare. It was either answer the question, or kiss. Except those who were players insisted that teammates were off limit. To be honest, you didn’t wanna play. You, like Paige, thought the game was childish. And more importantly, the only person in the room, or frankly anywhere in the world, whose lips you wanted to kiss was Paige. But Paige didn’t want you, and you had to move on.

Paige returned with a full cup, this time of beer, just in time for the game to start. A couple of the girls had gotten up to sit with the guys on the floor, so there was more room on the sofa now, meaning that Paige and you were no longer touching. Instead, there was a sizable gap between the two of you. The lack of her warmth was upsetting to you, and another reminder that Paige was only touching you because of how crowded the sofa was. Not because she craved your touch the same way you craved hers.

Just your luck, the bottle landed on you the first spin. You vaguely recognized the guy who spun it as one of the players on the basketball team. He had dirty blonde hair and a cocky smile. The top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and he had a rumpled look about him that would be messily attractive if it weren’t for the fact that you had almost zero interest in guys.

“Which guy on my team looks like he’d be the best in bed?” The guy’s wildly inappropriate question barely registered before Paige leaned forward, sliding her hand protectively over your knee.

“That’s a fucked up question,” she snapped. Her eyebrows were furrowed in that way that happens when she’s really angry, and her cheeks were flushed, likely from the alcohol. Tipsy Paige meant a Paige with much more intense emotions, and you knew now that she would be even more unashamed now than she is sober, which says a lot considering how she’s already pretty free willed sober. “Don’t be an ass. Give her a decent question so she’s not forced to kiss you.” Paige snarled.

The guy’s eyebrows shot up. “Chill out, P. It’s just a game,” he laughed arrogantly.

“Yeah, P.” The words, laced with malice, were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, and you wanted to die as soon as they came out. Paige looked like a puppy who was just kicked, confusion and embarrassment in her eyes. Shame rose in your throat like bile - Paige was just trying to protect you from a creepy guy, a guy who you didn’t even want to kiss, and you were taking this random stranger’s side. In front of all these people.

But words kept piling out of your mouth, even though you didn’t mean it. “Stop babying me,” you hissed. This time only Pauge could hear, but you internally kicked myself again for the harshness of your words. It was the alcohol in you, running hot through your veins, exacerbating all the bitterness and jealousy you’ve been feeling towards Paige for so long. You wanted to get back at her…but for what? It wasn’t her fault she didn’t love you back.

You were thrusted back to reality when you realized everyone was staring at you, waiting for you to make a move. It was an almost out of body experience, in the most terrible and awful way possible, watching yourself move like a robot to where the guy was sitting. You kneeled down, planted a kiss on his lips to the cheering of all the people around you, then got back and returned to your seat on the sofa.

And for the rest of the night, Paige didn’t speak to you.

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“I can’t find them.” You were digging through your purse, trying to find your keys. Paige was standing next to you, her face stone hard.

You were so drunk. After the whole kiss incident, you’d started going wild with the drinks, putting back shots as if your life depended on it. The alcohol made you feel numb, softening the ache you felt whenever you thought back to earlier that night when you had hurt Paige, embarrased her in front of all those people. You felt like the worst person in the world, and the more you drank, the more that guilt disappeared.

And now you were drunk out of your mind. You’d expected Paige to ignore you completely after, and she had, until the celebrations died down and you had to go home. You had walked to the apartment because your dorm was only 10 minutes away, and now with how you couldn’t even walk without staggering, someone needed to escort you back.

You hated how good Paige was. How she immediately got up without hesitation when Nika requested for someone more sober to walk you home. You knew she was angry and hurt, yet like always, she looked out for you first.

“Paige, I can’t find them,” you pouted. Paige exhaled through her nose and grabbed the purse from you, sifting through it before she found your keys, tucked into one of the side pockets. Opening the door, she rested her hand on the small of your back to guide you inside.

Once inside, you grabbed Paige’s hand, tugging her into your room and flopping on the bed. She stood there, still and silently watching you. She was unamused, and rightly so.

“Are you mad?” You giggled, sitting up to poke her in the stomach. When she stared back at you, still in silence, you stopped laughing. Sobering up a bit, you grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. “I’m really sorry,” you said quietly. “I don’t know why I did that earlier.” She was between your legs now. You weren’t thinking straight, your mind a muddled mess, and so you wrapped your calves around her, pulling her in until there was no space between you two. She looked down at you, bringing her hand to lightly touch your jaw.

You both stayed there for a moment, the tip of her finger running back and forth along your jaw. Your eyelids fluttered closed. Paige’s touch was so gentle, and you wanted to lean into it and stay in it forever. You didn’t understand why she was being so kind to you when you had been so cruel to her earlier, especially on a night as important as this.

“I’m sorry. For ruining tonight,” you told her, shifting to lean your forehead against her toned stomach.

“You didn’t ruin anything. But I was trying to look out for you,” she said quietly from above you. Paige. A golden heart, and a reminder of why you didn’t deserve her.

“But you kiss a lot of people. Why do you have an issue when I do it?”

Paige’s hand stuttered. “You should really get some rest,” she said gently instead of answering your question. She backed up, looking at you closely before shutting the light off. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Good night, Y/N.”

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn wbb #wbb #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #huskies #uconn #wcbb

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tarottaleteller · 3 days

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*Disclaimer: This reading is for fun and entertainment purposes only. It is in no way meant to act as or replace professional reading. Please take what resonates, leave what doesn't. All the pictures were taken from Pinterest. Heyy, I am very sorry for the delay, can't seem to time manage for some reason these days. This reading's topic is "When are you going to meet your next partner". Hope you enjoy! This is an 18+ reading! If you're a minor, please skip this post.

Pile 1

Pile 1, I see summer for you. Or definitely when the sun will be out and it will be warm enough to wear dresses. Most likely, it is going to be somewhere near nature. If you live in a city with the sea or any large body of water, then you might literally meet them at the beach. I see your future partner having bronze skin, lighter coloured hair and green/hazel-ish eyes. Their smile will be what you’re going to fall for, Pile 1. You’ll literally see them as the sun. Your relationship will be filled with inside jokes and lots of laughter. You guys might become each other’s besties first before getting into a relationship since one or both of you will have some anxiety or fears when it comes to dating, but with that partner it will all go away. Aww, I hear “You’re my safe place”. You could call them at 3AM with any problem and they will be happy and eager to help. I’m getting a scene where the girl is sick and the guy wraps a blanket around her and lovingly hugs her saying how cute she is even when she’s sick. Very healthy vibes here. Even if you’re not going to last, this relationship will help you grow confident and you will be forever grateful for that partner. This is such a soft, loving energy. I’m so happy for you, Pile 1!

Pile 2

Wow, Pile 2. The very first thing I got for your pile is “LOTS of sex”. I feel like your future partner will have a very high libido and will just generally find you super attractive. Physically, you will be their absolute ideal type. And it’s like they will always want to have a hand around you somehow because they just love your body a lot. Regarding timing, I keep getting fall, I see yellow leaves on the trees. I think you’ll meet them at some sort of party or gathering. Even if you go to a bar with a friend, that also counts. Basically a place where people have fun. If generally you struggle with self-esteem or finding yourself sexually attractive, this partner will definitely massively help with that. You will feel like the hottest girl in the room alwaysss. I’m not gonna lie, Pile 2, I don’t really see any serious intentions from this partner, but they also won’t deny it. Like you will know that it’s mostly physical and perhaps some fun dates here and there, but that’s about it. Although I feel like you will accept it and be ok with it because you will also find them very good looking. Hope you enjoyed your reading, Pile 2!

Pile 3

Now, this is my depressed pile. I am getting a lot of loneliness and sadness. I’m so sorry, Pile 3. Whatever you’re going through right now, please just remember that there’s always a rainbow after the storm. The Universe is insinuating that you have to deal with your depression/anxiety first, because otherwise you won’t be able to find healthy relationships. I know it sounds cliche, but you should fall in love with yourself first. I understand that it can be very tricky, but you can write down all of your achievements in life (earning 50 cents by selling lemonade as a kid counts!), all your little and big wins. We all have them! Watch some creators like Wizard Liz to boost up your confidence (I do it all the time!). Start eating healthy foods, take care of your body. Do for yourself whatever you would do for your partner. It will help you, I promise. Soon enough, you’ll start to realize how powerful and great you are, and that’s when your future bf/gf will find you. And guess what? They’ll love the hell out of you, because they’ll see how much you had to go through and how gracefully you overcame your battles and how kind and loving you are in spite of all that. You’re truly beautiful souls, my Pile 3. I promise, love will find you at the right time when you will feel ready. And you will feel ready when you will start loving and appreciating yourself, your body, and your heart just as much as your partner’s. I believe in you, Pile 3!!!

Pile 4

I’m getting some mixed vibes here, Pile 4. You’re meeting your next partner very soon, within a few weeks literally. Your future partner is gorgeous, Pile 4. They might literally take your breath away when you first see them. Hollywood actor type of look. However, I just want to warn you that this partner might have some deep traumas that they refuse to acknowledge that might lead them to be closed down and be easily irritable. It’s like they will actually be a softie inside, but because of their past (feels like a dysfunctional family environment) they might pull up this idgaf persona that will push people away. It's weird because I see that you will know and sense that very well and will try to break through that facade, but your future partner just won’t let you, even though they realize you have the best of intentions. Honestly, this is kind of toxic. The relationship will feel one-sided and it will seem like you’re the one initiating everything. You might stay with them for a few months but then you will face the truth that if they don’t want to heal, nobody else can do it for them. It kind of reminds me of the “After” series, but less dramatic. They will definitely like you and deep inside they will feel super guilty to be treating you like this. That also could be the reason why they don’t want to get too close to you. They care about you and they understand that you deserve better. They’re not a bad person, they are just not ready to face the traumas yet. Honestly, Pile 4, I do not recommend you to get into a relationship with this person, maybe just stay friends until they heal.

Sorry that some of the piles were negative, but these are the messages I got and I just want to be honest with you guys. Sending love to all of you!!

#pac reading #tarotblr #love reading #pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick a photo #tarot reading #future partner #future boyfriend #future girlfriend #18+ only #18+ readings

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sunkissed-zegras · 2 days

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could you write some Caitlin hc?

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ CC²²

─ warnings | fluff, mention of arguing/VERY SLIGHT ANGST, best friends to lovers, just a bunch of yap... sorry in advance <3

─ taglist | @xocherishxo @iienstein @yazmunson @euphternal @hello-nah817 @wanderlusturous @plushkhiii @ilovepaigebueckerss @ajcuteee @vi0lentb3rry @paigeszn @brynsreads @delicateray and here's a link to my taglist if anyone would like to join!!

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

i feel like caitlin just gives off childhood best friends to lovers + high school sweethearts, like you guys knew each your entire lives and were like super duper close

and then one day it kinda just like hit caitlin like SHE IS **IN LOVE** WITH YOU

she's definitely the first one to "catch feelings"

i use that term VERY loosely because both of you guys were idiots and didn't realize you'd loved each other the first time you met

but she's the first one to realize it

which i feel like would cause a slight rift between you two because up until that point, it was "platonic"

she just wouldn't know how to go about her feelings and it would just stress her out, so she just began to distance herself

and in the years you've known her SHE'S NEVER DONE THAT TO YOU, so obviously you notice

and you try and talk to her about it but she reassures you and tells you it's nothing, that she's just stressed about school

which you don't buy so you just keep bugging her about it, cause she's ur best friend ur not about to lose her!!

eventually you give up after realizing that maybe she just doesn't wanna be friends with you anymore, and after you didn't show up to her game, caitlin knew she FUCKED UP

so after the game, she goes to your house and tells you that she messed up

and you both go up to your room and talk about it, she's SO emotional and just stressed out but she pours everything out to you

and you're confused at first, caitlin likes YOU????

and when you hug her and tell her it's alright, that you liked her back, baby was taken aback cause she's like WHAT

she expected you to just be okay with it obviously but she never expected you to tell her you LIKED HER BACK????

it's just so cutesy rom-com-y and just... ADORABLE and sweet

RELATIONSHIP

queen of cuddles, oh my lord this woman is always on top of you

she doesn't really process her size sometimes cause she'll just lay on top of you and she forgets that she's literally 6ft with a bunch of muscles

you've almost died multiple times

she's super duper touchy all the 24/7 EXCEPT AT GAMES

pda is cute and all but not at games because she has to keep up an appearance and being overly touchy with your girlfriend at a game isn't exactly a great image

but she'll do it anywhere else!!!!!! but of course not too much cause again, the whole image thing

she loves taking pictures and videos to everything, her entire camera roll is just you and her atp

like vlogs GALORE to send to her family and stuff, because they adore you and her relationship!!!!

and obvs the team but they get rly sick and tired quicklu

"caitlin we get it u have an amazing healthy relationship" *attachment: 8 photos of you guys giving a thumbs down with frowns* "did we rly need 8 photos?" "yes!!!!!!!!"

and she vlogs everything, like every moment with you, she's got recorded

but those are usually very sacred to her, she doesn't show them to anyone and she hearts them so that she can look at them anytime she misses u :(

she loves showing you off on her instagram stories!!! but she gives everyone crumbs, like your back with her jersey and a cutesy little heart and you two holding hands

she has posts of you guys from high school still on instagram but she doesn't really post you a lot just because she wants to be professional

but whenever she can, SHE DOESSSS (like that whole 1yr post but with u.......)

you're at every single one of her important games!!!!! since yall have been together for so long, you guys make time for each other (ofc), she'll fly you out, pay for your hotels and everything

you're her number one supporter and fan!!!! oh my gosh

because she can't respond to weird comments, YOU def can

especially the ones that are like "i can def beat her in a 1v1" and it's just some random man

"most mens players at college level couldn't even beat her, i guarantee a random guy on tiktok could🤗" "you're 5'7, think again 💀"

caitlin just laughs at the comments but you will never let anyone shit talk your girlfriend????

she finds your protectiveness so endearing like it makes her fall more in love w you (if that's even possible?"

rom-com nights are like the ideal date night - caitlin cooks the food and you pick the movie, you guys cuddling on the couch as you eat and watch the movie is like every free saturday/sunday for yall

caitlin hates being away from you, she just wishes you could be with her 24/7

if she's away from you, expect 10000+ messages from her and 10 minute snapchat vlogs of her just at the gym while she speaks into the speakers quietly as if she's being followed (shes just dramatic)

some of the vlogs are just her in the hotel room very bored, trying to think of something to talk to u about and ITS SO CUTE

"so uh... i heard that squirrels can't burp. isn't that weird and like.... kinda sad? imagine living your whole life without being able to burp, i think i would die. speaking of that, i tried making your mom's cupcakes the other day, but i accidentally used salt instead of sugar! and that's exactly why i stick to cooking, baking is too damn hard. oh shit, kate is calling me, i gotta go but uh i hope you're having a great day. i miss you like crazy and can't wait until we're together again. i love you!"

yeah she's a yapper

she loves when you do her hair because i feel like she's more of a outfit person

so she would like if you braided her hair or like curled it or something, it makes her feel good and like pretty

the one time she curled her hair without you, she burned her arm and she swore she'd never again🫠

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↳ thank you for reading all the way through, as always ♡

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cb97percent · 2 days

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「Screw It」 · Chapter 1

HIS NAIL POLISH ➥ He's the only guy at a frat party that's hauled ass before scoring, and it makes you all kinds of sus.

➥ The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to proceed at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

➥ Installment of The Red Lights Chronicles

⚠ — (Cyber)bullying upon dissolved friendship (see masterlist for more)

And that’s a wrap! Thank you for joining me throughout this series. I’m very grateful for the epic support you’ve shown these past few months. Stay tuned for the next one! Love you! xxx — 🌶️ Oni

Then you scheduled the post to be shared at 6 p.m.

Here’s the thing: Nobody really wants to lead a double life, but you had no choice because your freshman year of college had taught you an invaluable lesson.

Trust no bitch.

On the move-in day, you stood in front of your dorm room door, hands clammy as shit, anticipating what kind of a person was waiting for you inside. According to every coming-of-age movie you ever watched, this was supposed to be your best friend forever. You pushed the door open with your heart beating in your throat, and there she was.

Gorgeous girl, stereotypically blonde (because you’d seen Mean Girls), fashion sense and makeup game on point, former cheer captain hell-bent on joining the campus sorority for some reason.

“Hi, I’m Tanya!”

You were mad at yourself for internally assuming things about her that first moment because she turned out to be one of the nicest people you ever met.

Your first couple of months as roommates were indeed disgustingly reminiscent of those cheesy movies but in a good way. You would tutor her for the Econ class. She would insist on trying some makeup looks on you and wouldn’t take no for an answer. You would stay up all night to confide in each other.

Cute, right?

During one of those nights, Tanya bashfully admitted to you that she wanted to marry her high school boyfriend because ‘Oh my god, he’s so dreamy and protective and respects me so much, you know?’

“Did you guys… do it?” you finally asked her, and immediate mutual shrieking followed the question.

“Well, not technically,” she responded, trying to suppress her grin, “I mean, we did pretty much everything else but that. We’re going to wait till we get married.”

As much as you wanted to believe in the purity of the pact, a small part of you wished good luck with the delusions. It kinda beat the purpose when you were already doing other things, no? So ‘having sex’ was about a penetrative act only?

Nevertheless, it was none of your business. Wishing the best for Tanya and her prince charming, you kept your mouth shut.

“Well? Did you?” she nudged you right after with a knowing smile.

“Did I what?”

“Swipe your V-card?”

“Uh… Yeah.”

“Oh my GOD!” she clutched her metaphorical pearls while banging on the mattress, “How come I don’t know you have a boyfriend? Who is it?!”

“That’s because I don’t,” you explained with a smile you managed to pass as natural, “It was some dude at the Sigma Kappa mixer some weeks ago.”

“Oh,” her face suddenly fell, and she caressed your hand with her thumb, “I’m so sorry, honey.”

Ever found yourself in one of those interactions that was loaded with assumptions?

Exactly.

You could see pity in her eyes as if you were talking about the love of your life ditching you right after popping your cherry. You burst out laughing to disperse the mood that became abruptly solemn.

“Why? I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

“Oh, sorry, I meant… I’m not judging of course, but… It was… Some nobody.”

Fucking god, what would that even sound like if she was indeed judging? Good for you for keeping your mouth shut, huh?

“I don’t load that much meaning into things like this,” you smiled and reached for your laptop, “Don’t worry about it.”

The only thing heard in that smothering awkward silence was the sound of your fingers hitting the keyboard a tinge aggressively. She was apologetic for sure, desperately trying to find something to change the topic.

“You spend an awful lot of time in front of your computer with your Docs open,” she squinted her eyes mischievously, “What’s up with that?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, tell me!” she basically tackled you in your bed.

“No.”

“Come on.”

“I said no.”

“Tell me.”

“Tanya—”

“TELL ME!”

“OKAY, JUST— I CAN’T BREATHE!”

Well, doing it was one thing. Up until that moment, you never thought this could have been a matter of embarrassment. If anything, you thought you were proud of it.

But how to actually verbalize this to your best friend, though?

She was looking at you expectantly, waiting for the answer on the tip of your tongue. You took a deep breath and finally got it off your chest while playing with your blanket.

“I uh… I may be… on occasion… writing… steamy stories… here and there.”

“Are you fucking serious?!” her eyes became gigantic in excitement, “Can I please please please read one?”

“Tanya…”

“PLEAAASE?”

The begging immediately turned into a tickle fight you were losing. The only people you were sharing these with were strangers on the internet, and it was only possible because you didn’t know these people. There was no chance of you running into them in the dormitory hallway or anything and getting mortified out of your mind.

But it was your best friend in question.

“Oh my god, FINE!” you eventually caved and handed her your laptop, “But this is strictly between us, okay?”

She enthusiastically nodded and dove in headfirst into the webpage you had open in front of her. This was the first time you were revealing that state secret of yours, and not only that, you were actively watching someone react to it in real time.

Oh, the nerves. The nerves were so real as if some Harlequin editor was reading this, and you were almost scared to look in her direction.

But contrary to your drastic expectations, she was squealing and kicking her feet.

“Does that mean… you like it?”

“I know this is just words but, excuse my French, I’m so wet right now.”

You chortled at her choice of words, and a cozy feeling of relief spread throughout your chest.

“Thank you, T,” you hugged your pillow tighter, “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

She looked at you with an endeared smile on her face. What better source of motivation than having the stamp of approval of your best friend after all, right?

Until one day…

“I’ll be right out, babe. You guys hang out for a little bit, okay?”

Tanya invited the infamous waiting-until-marriage boyfriend to your room as she finished getting ready, and just one look at him was enough for you to go ‘I don’t approve’. Asher. Douche general, my-father-is-a-lawyer-sounding-ass name, but you were nothing but cordial to him. The second Tanya disappeared into the bathroom, however, his fangs came out.

“Damn, T didn’t tell me she was rooming with a total babe.”

“I don’t think you’re being very respectful here, my guy,” you shot him an extremely annoyed ‘Excuse you?’ look, “Neither to me nor to your girlfriend.”

“Oh, come on, it’s just harmless flirting,” he flashed a shit-eating grin, “Just take the compliment.”

He had admitted he was flirting with you with his whole chest just like that. Was Tanya aware of what kind of a dick this guy was? Or was love really that blind?

“Have a good rest of your life,” you saluted him with two of your fingers on your forehead, “See you never.”

You went about your day as if this uncomfortable exchange never happened and you were surely going to forget all about it when you were shitfaced at a party later that very night. But when shit started going sideways, it had a way of mutating into a perpendicular angle, then going straight south.

“Hey, you!”

You were looking at the view in front of you to make the absolute best sense of it, but it was nothing more than a Picasso painting.

Asher was surrounded by a bunch of girls, his arm wrapped around the one on his left as she was caressing his thighs. He wasn’t fazed the tiniest bit noticing you there and didn’t even attempt to fix his posture.

“Where’s Tanya?” you asked him maliciously.

“Her room probably,” he shrugged, “This is not really her scene.”

Not her scene? Had he fucking asked her perhaps?

“Does she know you’re here?” you continued with your interrogation.

“Stop being a buzzkill, will you?” he stood up and walked away into the darkness with the thigh-caresser. Like there was absolutely nothing going on to make a fuss about.

The dilemma. Oh, the dilemma of it all. Were you going to tell your best friend in the whole wide world about this, or were you going to stay out of it? The socially awkward part of you wanted to shut the fuck up, but the ride-or-die friend part of you…

That part of you was what caused the roof to collapse right on top of your head.

“Listen, T, I gotta tell you something.”

“What’s up, love?”

Then you reported everything you saw that night and waited for her response, but she was eerily silent with vacant eyes. Of course she would be. You could only imagine what kind of a shock this must have been. Not only getting cheated on by your high school sweetheart, but in such a nonchalant manner at that…

“Are you okay, sweetie?” you held her hands in yours.

You were waiting for her to break down crying any second now, but instead, Tanya gave you a blizzard look and finally opened her mouth.

“I understand you’ve been single for a long time, but this doesn’t suit you,” she pulled her hands away, “I thought we were friends.”

“What–What’s that supposed to mean?” you furrowed your brows in confusion, “You think I’m lying?”

“Please. Be graceful.”

What?

Nothing you said after that moment mattered. Your relationship with Tanya immediately went sour. She didn’t talk to you, nor did she want to listen to your attempts to fix things.

Not once.

“T, this is getting fucking ridiculous. Why are you staying away from me?”

“Because you still haven’t done the one thing I’ve been expecting.”

“Please,” you got on your knees in front of her and squeezed her hands, “Tell me.”

“Are you ready to apologize?”

She could have asked for anything. Anything, really. ‘Bring me the Holy Grail.’ ‘Part the campus lake in half.’

But apologize?

“For what?” you asked her, genuinely hoping for a legitimate reason behind it that just didn’t occur to you, “I didn’t do anything to apologize for.”

“For spreading lies about my boyfriend, why else?” she derisively snorted.

You were simply exasperated at this point.

“What LIES?! I was there and I told you what I’ve seen!”

“Okay. I’ll take it as a no,” she stood up and left the room to god knows where.

But it didn’t stop there.

You weren’t necessarily a social butterfly. You had even jokingly said that your dorm was under a rock here and there, but if something reached you, it meant the good majority of the campus already knew about it.

“I heard she fucked half the Sigma Kappa guys.”

What else could you be besides being bewildered?

Even if that was true, so what? Everybody was entitled to do as they pleased, and so were you. Yet the reasoning wasn’t enough to stop the mutating whispers about you.

“She’s a frigid snob.”

“What a pretentious bitch.”

“Nerd. She can’t get any so she writes about it.”

“She writes about it because she’s a slut. Loose pants…”

Ignoring people in real life was actually easier. You could put on headphones and go about your day with zero obligation to hear what was being talked about around you.

You wished from the bottom of your heart that the same was true online.

You started getting anonymous hate messages in your blog inbox all of a sudden, the content of which was way too intimate to be some stranger on the internet. You knew exactly who this was telling you how much you sucked, how horrible your writing was, what a miserable person you were, and telling you to do unspeakable things to make yourself disappear. In the one space you considered safe and sacred.

What was supposed to be your happy place.

One afternoon, you reached your absolute limit and barged into her side of the room.

“Why are you doing this?” you barely managed to utter through your sobs, “What did I ever do to you?”

Tanya looked at you with eyes completely devoid of sympathy and dipped her brush in the maroon nail polish as dark as her soul.

“Sucks when the one thing that makes you happy gets ruined, doesn’t it?” she kept painting her nails as if all was fine and well with the universe, “Now you know how it feels.”

You felt something irreversibly crack within your soul.

In a momentary lapse of sanity, you opened your laptop, deactivated everything, and stormed out to ask for a room change just to headbutt some dude that just happened to walk past your door.

“Watch it, fucker!” you yelled at the faceless guy with black nail polish for no reason at all.

You could give a rat’s ass about clichés, really.

In the fall of your sophomore year, you clad yourself in a leather jacket, black jeans, imma-stomp-on-your-life combat boots, said ‘How about no?’ to human interaction and swore to keep to yourself.

But the feeling of unfairness was eating you alive.

You had two options: You could either get as low as one bitch, OR…

You could lean into it and confuse the fuck out of people.

From this point on, it wasn’t on you if some mindless fool didn’t double-check the facts. They could continue living their lives feeling like absolute idiots for believing in caricature-level outrageous rumors because…

Well…

“Is it true you’re moonlighting as a stripper?”

“Yes.”

“You could get expelled for that!”

Seriously. Whose fault was this at this point? You didn’t even know whether to laugh at it or give the extremely gullible person in front of you a big hug.

“Why don’t you invite the disciplinary committee to the club on Saturday? My treat.”

As soon as you talked back, however, the colors would change. People did not like realizing they were in the wrong.

“No need for bitching. You could have just said no.”

“And you could have just not been a cunt, but here we are,” you would rightfully retort, “Instead of complaining about my manners, think about how normal it is to walk up to people and ask if they are stripping like you’re asking the time.”

Disappointment tended to bring on the blues, and everybody needed something to deal with it. You didn’t feel like writing at all anymore because of the memories it brought back, so you figured you could entrust your tumultuous feelings to lines instead. Like a little form of therapy. Just rough sketches of silhouettes. Maybe random hand gestures. Close-up body parts…

Then one day you decided to color one. Then shade one. Then you added a couple of panels. Then wrote dialogues. It became two pages. Three pages.

Before you knew it, they were full-fledged stories. And it was in your junior year that you decided to give it another shot.

People find their tribes in a lot of places. You finally found yours, too.

People who never once saw you and didn’t even know who you were ended up being the kindest human beings to ever exist. Instead of calling you a slut, they chose to call you an artist. They called themselves your fans. And they enjoyed your creations and showed their support in various shapes and forms, your absolute favorite being the caps lock yelling.

Maybe everything happened for a reason after all. If it weren’t for your clash with Tanya, you wouldn’t have ended up in this place. It by no means legitimized the horrendous behavior you had to endure, of course, but still…

It made things a bit easier to digest.

By the time you were a senior, things were going pretty much the way you always imagined them to be. There was no way to prevent the rotten apples here and there, but they didn’t spoil the whole bunch for you. You had your beloved mod bassboostedjiscake to repel them, after all.

Meanwhile, your ‘irl’ connections were more focused on feeding your one true passion now. You didn’t make friends; you found yourself research subjects to turn into stories. No chance of disappointment and everybody went home happy.

You scheduled the finale of the latest series you had been running for the past six months to be shared at 6 p.m. It was time to plan for a new story now, and you knew exactly where to go for some inspiration.

At your last Sigma Kappa mixer as an undergraduate.

“There. Right there!”

You didn’t even remember the name of this guy. Maybe you hadn’t even asked; it was a blur. All that mattered was that he was eating your pussy like a rabid animal in some closet you shoved him into, and he was doing a fantastic job at it.

“God, you taste fucking amazing,” he loudly slurped on your clit as you came all over his mouth, “Turn around.”

He slid into you so easily, then went on to absolutely drill you against the wall you were holding onto for dear life, spewing profanities into your ear, and groping your breasts as he spilled inside you with animalistic groans. You bit into that one last kiss you stole from him and exited that claustrophobic space.

Tonight was supposed to be all about vibehunting, huh?

Whoops.

You made your way downstairs and straight to the bar to get a much-needed refreshment from Minho. The second he saw Hyunjin coming into the room behind you, an impressed smile adorned his face.

“You fucking trapped Hwang?”

“Who?”

“The dude in red,” he pointed at him currently being sandwiched by two girls on a couch.

“Oh. Yeah,” you leisurely confirmed, “He gives great head. You can tell your friends. Long Island Iced Tea, please.”

As he proceeded to prepare your drink with an approving look, you grabbed your phone to check your notifications, and it immediately made you beam. Much more brightly than the bombastic sex you just had was supposed to make you.

ONI PSAHSJDFSJDFSJ Where can I order a Jay in real life this man is my JAYSUS

I cried my eyes out in the last scene. My therapist will be sending you the bills.

Anonymous asked: More NSFW art for Corey+Jesse? 👉👈 -🦭

You replied to all of those comments one by one with heartfelt gratitude, then hit Answer on the ask.

You know it 👍 #🦭 anon

Once Minho placed your drink in front of you, you took a huge sip and started watching people and their interactions. For real this time. Everything seemed to be going in its usual flow. Guys rizzing up girls. Girls trying to sell themselves short. Guys dancing with guys. Girls making out with girls.

Then something to your right piqued your interest.

A guy and a girl sitting on a couch alone. You had never seen this girl before, but the dude seemed oddly familiar—you just couldn’t figure out from where for the life of you. All you could focus on was his black nail polish. You slurped on your straw and observed the awkward interaction unfolding before your eyes.

His rizz game was definitely strong. It didn’t even have to be; he was very good looking, but the conversation was stale. She was telling him about some gym she was going to and how her pilates instructor was ‘oh my god, like, throwing her back out’. He was listening like he was interested in it. They were clearly about to make out.

Then all of a sudden…

“OKAY, I’m gonna go.”

It even caught you by surprise, let alone the girl looking at him like a deer in headlights. Since when did anybody under this roof walk away without scoring? That was considered the most cardinal blasphemy.

“Psst, cat dude,” you immediately leaned into the bar top, “I need intelligence about the runaway Samoyed over there.”

Minho looked up and spotted the man making his way towards the exit. Instead of answering, he heaved a very deep sigh.

“This is becoming way too frequent,” he put the glass in his hand on the bar top a bit too harshly, “My price just went up.”

“Again?!”

“You should have thought about that before telling me your aunt was the baking goddess at the mall,” he shrugged, “I want one of those fluffy cheesecakes in addition to my regular six-pack pudding.”

“You’re gonna get fucking diabetes at this rate but fine,” you agreed with impatient eyes, “The dude with the black nail polish. Why did he pronounce that as ‘Aurkay’ just now? Is he an import?”

Instead of being his insufferable self, Minho broke into a huge grin like he was watching a hilarious skit.

“Yes, hot-ass surfer land, but I think you could have concluded that by yourself,” he smugly raised his brows, “What do you really wanna know?”

“He was two seconds away from making out with that girl, but all of a sudden he bounced.”

“Not even slightly in your league,” he almost wheezed, which was quite literally offensive for you.

“You’re saying I can’t bed him?”

“No, woman. The guy’s terminally single.”

That was simply bullshit. If you looked like that, there wouldn’t be a single person you laid your eyes on and didn’t fuck. Minho must have been fucking with you for some reason you weren’t able to decode.

“That’s one hot piece of ass. He could get anybody he wants in this room,” you downed your glass and slammed it in front of him for a refill, “How come he’s not hitting that every fucking Tuesday?”

“Technically I’m not allowed to talk about it, but I’ll let you have a guess,” he manifested a pinkish orange liquid out of thin air and placed it in front of you. You almost spit it out the second it touched your tongue.

“The fuck, man, this doesn’t have any alcohol in it!”

“Didn’t you ask for a virgin cocktail?”

“No?!”

He raised his brows at you knowingly, waiting for it to finally dawn on you. After five seconds of processing time, you smiled to yourself.

“Oh, is that so?”

«TO BE CONTINUED»

AUTHOR'S NOTE

We have been talking about The Red Lights Chronicles with @straywrds forever. And I mean forever. We have discussed it in gazillion different formats — drabbles, one shots, interactives, swaps... but at the very end, things have a way of shaping themselves. What fundamentally mattered was that this was supposed to be an emotive collaboration with my favorite writer. Writing in a way that excited us, about things we were inspired by, yearning for, things that hurt us very deeply so that we could maybe heal a little. For ourselves in the first place. Everything else was noise.

At least it was supposed to be.

Some decisions I've made inadvertently affected her as well, and a part of me always sizzled because of that. I tend to take some things as signs from [insert source of power], and I'd like to believe the one I received for this was apt.

Today, I'm here with the very first shade of my Chronicles palette, a passion project long time in the making. Without paying any mind to the noise. It makes me happy just to put it out there.

Here's a story I've written. Enjoy!

✉ Enjoyed this? It would be cool of you to reblog so that my work can reach more people.

#bang chan smut #bang chan scenarios #bang chan imagines #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x you #stray kids smut #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #skz smut #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x y/n #skz x you

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disregardcanon · 24 hours

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this probably seems like a weird question from your end,but why do fanfic writers care so much about comments? aos already tracks hits and likes, sorry ""kudos"", so why are comments such a big deal to the point that people will stop writing?

okay, so i'm going to take this question very seriously and i promise it's not to make you feel bad. this is a comprehensive explanation of reasons that comments are important for me, both as a writer and as a reader

engagement vs numbers game

seeing trends

buy-in

community building

engagement vs numbers game

let's look quickly at two different fics of mine. this is the kudos count for a fic called Of First Kisses and Burnt Lips

it's old. it's been up on ao3 for almost 11 years now. 258 people liked it enough to leave a kudos, 12 people liked it enough for a bookmark, and it's been clicked on 3,859 times.

i have no clue what almost any of these people on ao3 THINK about it. beyond "huh. sure. i'll kudos that". compare this to its crosspost on ffn, where i got 5 reviews

3/5 mention it being cute. 3/5 give appreciation to me for taking the time to write it. 2/5 praise the writing itself from the attention to detail with grammar to the craft. 1/5 is an "um..." which is hard to decipher but appreciate and 1/5 is a silly reaction, but it's a reaction! look, someone felt a felling reading my thing! that made me giggle!

looking at the stats here from a purely numbers perspective, my fic DID better on ao3. it got a lot more kudos than it ever got faves or reviews on ffn. but those ffn comments are still what i think about when i remember this fic.

sure, a shear number like hits or kudos can be comforting and motivating. i'm definitely not telling you to NOT leave kudos! but the fics that i've come back to, recently, are the ones where i don't have a lot of kudos but i do have a few people who are invested in the stories and leaving comments to tell me

2. seeing trends

lets look at a few of the comments on my fic The Maid of Honor Made Them Do It

so just in these two comments, we see both commenters hone in on the same detail: my choice to include a special christian music playlist that this characters' friends made for her. a few other people in this thread mentioned that same detail, so i know this bit really worked well! it's great feedback that lets me know that a good chunk of readers agree with my characterization here.

these readers zoom in on specific details that they really liked! things that made them laugh, the absurdity of the concept, enjoying reading it, and that they could see it staged, which is a HUGE compliment for a work in a fandom for theater.

i've always had trouble with imaging where characters are in a space, how they're occupying it and moving, and how to use that for characterization purposes. however, i got more than one comment on this fic about how people could see it staged! that means that i'm improving in an area that i've always struggled with. that's huge. it makes me want to keep working on this thing! it makes me feel like what i'm doing here matters, because lots of people are picking up on similar things! they're invested enough to give me a comment! and it makes me want to keep writing for the hatchetfield fandom because some people are invested in my work here. that is BIG! seeing trends in the way that readers experience your story helps a lot with writer buy-in for a project and also for writers self-analysis.

as a commenter: this helps me JUST as much. when i really dig into what i enjoyed about a fic to tell the writer about it, that helps me analyze and articulate the strengths and things i might want to take away from the storytelling, and that makes my writing better too!

3. buy-in

this is a comment on a series that has less than 100 kudos across three fics, but has thoughtful, appreciative comments on each work. it's called Melting Pot

the commenter deleted their ao3 account. they may be one of the people who commented on the next fic, which i posted recently. they might NOT have been! honestly, it doesn't matter that much to me. this person gave me a gentle and nudge about a fic that matters to me and mattered to them at the time, and they were part of the push i needed to get back to it.

from a commenter perspective, i know that hearing a kind word can help someone keep up their motivation to write, even when i can't write in depth comments the way that i like to!

just recently i only had the time to comment "nice update" on a favorite fic of mine called Teeth That Turn. but they know that i come and i read and they know and talk to me by (user)name. because they know i care about this thing they care about! and it's way more fun to do something like this when i know i can chat with the author about theories and thoughts and ideas. and this isn't a "wow aren't i so cool other writers like me! tehehe" bragging thing, it's just evidence for the case of why comments matter?

if i didn't want this to be a two way buy-in, i'd ONLY read published fiction, you know? we're all playing in the sandbox on the playground and i like what they made. they like that i like what they made :) we're scheduling a play date to fight with sticks after school my mom said it's okay!

4. community building

now i know that i just mentioned above here why i like being a commenter and how it helps authors, as well as why i like HAVING commenters as an author. i'm still arguing those things as a lead up to this section, where i have two other points to make about community building here too.

1. you can comment on OTHER comments! if you go through and read to see what other people are saying, you can agree with them. you can add some commentary! sometimes you can make a joke! and i've only ever had fun responses from something like that. authors tend to love that their fics are getting such a response that people are talking to each other about it! like look!!!!!! my thing got you to talk to someone else about it holy shit?!??!

2. commenting on fics in your fandom builds you a good reputation and makes other authors you comment on more likely to read YOUR fic. i'm not going to post any screenshots on this one because it would be embarrassing for everyone involved, but there have been authors that i really admired who gave my stuff a try after i commented on theirs. and they've told me that's why they tried it! like obviously it's not just networking or whatever, but it's really nice to have someone give your stuff a try because you've been enthusiastic and thoughtful about theirs.

and you make friends this way! fandom friends! who want to talk about your blorbos! you get to go on little play dates in cyberspace with cool people who like what you like. you don't ever HAVE to be a writer, of course. if you don't want to throw your hat into the ring or make art or edits or gif sets or anything, that's cool. no one ever has to participate in fandom outside of their comfort zone! but if you want to, you know that you'll feel more welcomed if you have some people in your corner for it, and making friends in a space, screaming about how much you love the characters you love, and remembering that fic authors especially are just fans too will help you feel like you "deserve" to exist in the space. maybe you don't write, but you go here too. you've got a space in the fandom and your comments don't have to be, like, perfect literary essays for authors to appreciate them and get a motivation boost from them still existing and us being able to go back to them and go!!! look!!! i don't suck!!! this person liked what i did so i'm okay! :)

#anons #writing things #ao3 things #the case for commenting

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makethemhoesmad · 2 days

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baby mama-a.f.

not proofread

if you dumbasses had looked at the poll you would have seen that part 2 has to wajt

shoutout to @cjrights for bullying you guys with me

you’re fucking welcome for this i had to go to ao3 for inspo

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“azzi, look at this one,” i say to my girlfriend, moving my phone in front of her face. it’s playing what’s probably the seventh baby video i’ve shown her tonight, but i actually cannot get over how cute they are.

“yes baby, they’re all very cute. is there a purpose to all of these, or do you just want me to see them?”

i blush, embarrassed. i shake my head at her, tucking myself between her and the back of the couch instead.

“aw, cmon darling, look at me. do you want one? is that what this is about? want me to put a baby in your belly?” i breathe in deeply against her neck, reminding her that im still not looking at her. she grabs my chin and forces me face to face with her, brown eyes glowing, pupils blown wide. “well? is that want you want mama?” i blush harder.

“ye-yeah az. want you to give me a baby, want you to- i just want you” azzi grins at me and pulls us both off the couch and into the bedroom.

“okay mama, i want you to strip for me, right here. i’ll be back in a second. make sure to be all ready for me, gonna put a baby in you”

i take off my pajama pants, panties, and bra, then settle against the pillows. azzi comes back, also wearing nothing, slipping into her strap.

“m’gonna make you feel so good, your gonna look so pretty with your belly all swollen up with my baby.”

with that, she flips us and pulls me onto her lap, right onto her strap. i whimper as it pushes into me. we don’t use it very often, but its moments like these when i wonder why not.

“ah-azzi, yes, please, so, don’t stop keep going” i groan, feeling azzis hands move to my waist to keep me moving up and down on her. my head lolls back as i feel the knot in my stomach growing.

“you’re such a good girl, taking me so well mama. you look so beautiful, so amazing, so perfect”

i nearly scream out at her words, leaning forward and biting at her shoulder to muffle my voice.

“come on mama, let it all out. you’re gonna look so pretty, i’ll spoil you so good, won’t even let you walk around after four months, have to carry you”

i scream out her name as i climax, her words pushing me to the edge. she keeps moving me up and down, even after i’ve come down from my high. “azzi, please, too much, it’s too good, too good, please let me taste you”

she relents immediately, pulling me off of her and unbuckling her strap.

“okay pretty, get on your knees and show me you deserve a baby” i listen, pushing her thighs apart and burying my face in her soaked pussy. i feel her hand on top of my head, holding me to her like i would ever leave. i flick my tongue against her clit, causing her hips to jolt. i hear her start to whine, meaning she’s about to come. i eat her through her climax, like i haven’t eaten in years.

“cmere pretty baby, let me hold my sexy baby mama.”

i crawl up onto the bed and under the blankets, slithering into her arms.

“i love your arms, did i ever tell you that? i think they’d look real good with a baby in them” i tell her, running my fingers over her biceps.

“and i think you’d look really good as a mom pretty. i love you baby mama”

#azzi fudd x reader #azzi fudd #uconn wbb #mutuals💀#red herring ass bullshit #alora if ur reading this ur a liar

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rating things owned by nancy elizabeth wheeler

because she’s got a lot of little things. mostly they are very cute and strange little things.

starting off strong we have the prettiest tissue box in the world. 9/10, i think if i were sick it would make me feel better to have such a nice tissue box.

i’m fairly certain this is her diary beside it because her diary looks pink in the upside down version of her bedroom. so this is probably it? 11/10, i want to read it so bad. and very sweet pic with mom—7.5/10.

next up these pinstripe pants !! 10/10 i love them so much. oh and the index finger ring is there obviously, 8/10, such a consistent piece of her character.

a ribbon for being the bestest girl ever in the world. 10/10. also the card of cardinals: 6/10, probably just a christmas card or something rather than a symbol of her love for birds. but i still like it.

mr rabbit gets 11/10 for the name alone. and why does he look dead. i love him. he’s me.

descent from xanadu: QUITE LITERALLY 0/10. at first i was SO excited to cheer her on for reading a sex and drugs book at school but as it turns out? bizarre and gross. seems to go heavy on nonconsensual stuff. i snagged a free pdf and command f’d for whore and bitch. lots of results obviously (one use of c*ck crazy bitch…lovely). it seems men in this book say a lot of sexist stuff that the women pretend to hate but love which i can’t imagine is great for a teenage girl to consume. also just not sexy at all.

literally so bad, and this is not the worst of it.

sooo bad. the author was what 70 (??) writing that his female character got clinically DIAGNOSED with being a slut for every guy she comes in contact with. i know options for sexy literature were probably limited at this time but…please go check out something else. i wanna bonk her on the head with this book (paperback) and hug her. you don’t need to read this to be cool and sexually aware. moving on.

on the other side of that, the blondie calendar gives us a sense of the GOOD media she’s consuming!! a 10/10 no questions asked. we don't really get to see many of her hobbies or interests outside of investigation so this is a much appreciated detail.

of course like all good things in life the blondie calendar does get replaced. its replacement is what i will call Weird Antinaturalist Art Piece #1 seen in her room in s4. i give it a 4/10 because idk what’s going on really.

and here is a very crunchy screencap of Weird Antinaturalist Art Piece #2 from s4 which i will give a 5/10. note the boyfriend typical photography above it, for sure a 10/10.

there is also Weird Antinaturalist Art Piece #3 which gets an 8/10 because i like the composition and the piano player. where did she get this and why. interior decoration is her passion.

the sleeping bag and crochet pillow setup. 7/10. would take a cat nap here.

pluto!! 15/10, the best mickey mouse character i would say. i hope her cousin is taking good care of him.

bulletin board 10/10. i love how obvious it is that she has had this up for forever. probably a nice constant in her life.

and my favorite pic up there is this precious one. look at herrr. 5000/10.

her floral weekender bag. 6/10, i like it, but not as much as i like the speedwalk and the toss into the backseat. she was SO ready for her lab takedown road trip.

trapper keeper is a 9/10 because they probably put anything and everything on trapper keepers back in the day and yet still she chose this lovely understated hot air balloon. elegant.

tom cruise poster is 1000000/10 actually. she is so loyal to that man. actually though not a great pic of him all things considered so maybe i give it a 999999/10. (i love it so much because i know for a fact that jonathan byers works proactively to never acknowledge this poster, because he is more mature than that.) (he is not more mature than that, in fact he is a little pouty about mr cruise.)

KITTY FIGURINE. 10/10. i thought it was just in s4 but i found it on her other nightstand in s1. very very adorable. i imagine it is now one of the first things she sees in the morning (well that and her blue telephone: 8/10) which is bizarre and cute. the mixtape drawer gets a 10/10 for reasons that i don’t think i need to get into.

white fingerless gloves! 10/10. so chic for monster hunting.

black fingerless gloves from s4. hmmm 3/10, they're cool i guess but they don’t feel very nancy and the white ones are so much better. especially because you may get the splatter effect of monster blood on them in a battle scenario, which would be badass.

piggybank (with her name on the side). 2/10 unfortunately i don’t like him. he looks at me like i took out his whole pig village and i just need some quarters. also did she paint this herself? in that case, 3/10 for customization lol.

pastel underwear drawer: 10/10. her committment to the hollistic aesthetic and color palette of her room is impressive here. it was a good idea to use this drawer as a deterrence against her little brother and a money hiding place but clearly he has no manners and is a THIEF.

STRIPED SOCKS. 10/10. i realize it's hard to see because she's moving so fast (slow down he is not going anywhere) but they are indeed stripey even though i would have guessed solid white. and wow what good sleeping socks. stripes are just cozier. hope she got lots of sleep in those.

#long post #bedroom analysis #stranger things #nancywheeleredit #character analysis #nancy wheeler #karen wheeler #mike wheeler #stranger things details #jancy #< target audience #jonathan byers #jonathan x nancy #screencaps #ballet slippers necklace coming in part 2

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the wretched and joyful [ 3 ] : ellie williams

ellie williams x female reader | angst + slowburn

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───⋆☆ And what the hell were we? Tell me we weren't just friends - This doesn't make much sense, no ♪

───⋆☆ All those sleepless nights - And all those wasted days - I wish loneliness would leave me - But I think it's here to stay ♪

| a/n - depending on how well this does, i'll decide if i'll be posting the rest of this fic or just leaving it here. thank you for your patience waiting for part three... please share ur thoughts bc that's my favorite part! i wrote this a little tipsy bc i wanted to get the right pacing of drinking so hopefully u get the vibe hehe | c/w - swearing, alcohol used as a coping mechanism, drinking, very small emetophobia warning! brief mention of sick (not detailed whatsoever), and a tiny dash of nsfw

you twirled and twirled in front of your dusted vanity mirror. the skirt that addie had made you was doing wonders.

you felt pretty.

what a ridiculous thing to say in this type of world.

the sky was streaked with orange, the promise of darkness growing closer by the second.

your stomach was in knots as you walked down the road. you tried to muster up excitement, telling yourself that was the reason for your shivers and shaking hands. if you forced it hard enough, perhaps it would be true.

perhaps you were a little too eager to drink, anything to numb your feelings or make you feel easy going, at least for a little while.

typically, you didn't like to drink much. you hated the taste, the way it constantly made you gag no matter how much you tried to like it. you hated feeling sick, too.

now, that didn't matter too much. if you were terribly sick the next day, so be it. maybe the sickness was the punishment that you deserved, and you decided that you would let it be.

dina's laughter echoed around you. you weren't sure what was said, but the ghost of a smile etched itself onto your lips anyway.

you pulled your gaze away from your feet, looking upwards to dina's grinning face instead. you had just caught the last second of a worried expression crossing jesse's face beforehand.

"stop dragging your feet," ellie complained, brushing your arm with her own. your skin responded almost instantly with chills. you could blame it on the cold weather, a cardigan wrapped protectively around your shoulders and arms. the days were certainly warming up, but the crisp air at night was an unforgiving reminder of the harsh winter everyone had struggled through.

you grumbled something inaudible in response, falling in line with your friends.

the four of you, a group of twenty somethings walking along almost happily as if the night could hold some sort of promise.

some older residents of jackson might chuckle, joking about staying out of trouble with a shake of their head. almost immediately their smiles would fall, remembering their own youth and how realistically, nobody would ever get to experience something like that again.

the light peeking through the tipsy bison ignited the fire in your nerves. jesse held the door open and you huddled in, giggling at the way seth loudly groaned once he set eyes on you and the three friends that followed. it almost could've been endearing if he wasn't such a piece of shit.

two older men sat at the bar turned and gave polite smiles as ellie claimed a rounded table in the corner. otherwise, it was pretty quiet. not for long.

"you look so cute," dina gushed in your ear, brushing her hands over your shoulder. "mrs. hollis really is a gem."

your lips slipped into a smile, cheeks burning. "thanks," you breathed out, looking at ellie out of the corner of your eye.

she had teased you quite a few times for saving a clothing item for a special occasion, but it didn't matter much. if you didn't go out of your way to try and make things special, how would they ever be?

dina pushed your back into the direction of the table where ellie and jesse were settling in. "go, sit. drink. be happy, or merry, or.. whatever they say."

you moved to the table as dina crossed to the bar. ellie's gaze raised, patting the seat next to her.

"hi," you said, sliding into the high top.

"so glad you could join us," jesse replied, charming and awkward and obviously testing the waters. he kept glancing between yourself and ellie and you wished he wouldn't. you hadn't even told him anything.

"you look pretty," ellie remarked, as if it were the most casual thing in the world that she could say. you felt feverish.

you opened your mouth to respond, but jesse drummed his fingers against the table.

"better go help my girl with our drinks," he announced, making things worse when he quickly stood up from the table.

"they're disgusting," ellie mumbled, watching as he joined dina and instantly snaked an arm around her waist.

you turned to look at ellie, watching as she watched jesse and dina. "you love them," you disagreed. "i'm glad they're back together."

"yeah. me too," ellie replied.

her tone sounded distant, causing your eyebrows to furrow as you turned and scooted closer to ellie. "what's the matter?" you questioned, just as music started playing throughout the bar. you both looked up at the same time, watching dina and jesse carrying drinks to your table. you wondered which was the one to sweet talk seth into turning on the music. you were almost certain that it had been jesse.

ellie went for her glass instantly, to which you glanced at her once again out of concern. surely though, you couldn't blame her. she had seemed so stressed lately. so.. tense. more than usual, at least.

jesse's filled glass matched ellie's, a flavor you certainly could never develop a taste for, no matter how troubled you were.

you stared down at your own beverage, swallowing hard. you could already taste it without even taking a sip. the anticipation was surely making it worse.

"cheers," you said suddenly, making your joke obvious by the way that you lifted your drink of choice. "to the happy couple."

dina groaned, reaching across the table to smack playfully at your hand.

"enough with that," dina pressed, but still tapped her glass against your own.

"cheers to this week of patrol being fucking over," ellie chimed in, sharing a knowing look with dina.

you wanted to ask about it, but the way that both of the girls took a long drink after the statement made you keep quiet.

the first sip was the hardest part. you knew how bad it would taste. you forced a straight face and took the biggest drink that you could manage. you swallowed down a cough, which didn't go unnoticed by jesse. he laughed, but didn't tease you.

falling into conversation was easy for your friends. you half listened, mostly focusing on the alcohol in front of you. it wasn't right, you knew that, but you wanted to get the drinking part over with quickly so you could just land at the end result.

get it over with.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"-don't you think?"

you tore your eyes upwards, wanting to locate the face that belonged to the voice just as you heard your name being impatiently called.

"i said, don't you think? you agree, right?"

ellie was looking at you expectantly.

"yeah. yeah, of course," you found yourself saying.

"oh jesus christ," ellie groaned, shaking her head.

"we've lost her," jesse concluded and you scrambled to sit up straighter in your seat.

"no, you haven't," you forced out. you had been preoccupied, but not lost. maybe your mind had just taken you for hostage, a thought repressed with every sip that you forced down.

your cheeks were starting to feel a little warm, but you were still painfully aware of ellie's body heat next to you and the way that you kept fidgeting with your hair.

"can you really blame him, ellie?" dina continued, not letting your short blip disrupt the conversation. "he just cares about you, that's all."

ellie snorted, and you knew the topic needed to change fast.

"can i try?" you questioned all of a sudden, eyes flicking to the glass held tightly in ellie's hand.

"you don't like it," she reminded you softly, the change in her tone genuinely catching you off guard.

"maybe i do now," you pressed, grateful for the way that dina and jesse began their own conversation from their side of the table. you scooted a little closer to ellie, as much as your chair could allow without swaying. you moved to grab the drink from ellie, but instead she raised the glass to your lips and tilted it. you took a careful sip, eyes scrunching shut as the flavor hit your tongue.

ellie laughed, moving away from you and taking a sip of her own. "that's what i thought," she mumbled, shaking her head with a smile.

"whatever, i'm empty. anyone need a refill?" you announced. it was maybe the third or second round of drinks, you couldn't tell who had what once drinks had started to be shared.

"please," dina grinned, sliding her own cup across the table for you to grab.

you nodded once in acknowledgment before attempting to hop off of the chair. it ended up being more of a slide, steadying yourself with one hand gripping the edge of the table.

"shit," you murmured, standing up straight and collecting the glasses in your hands.

clearly, you had underestimated things. it was only made apparent once you were standing up and moving.

you took focused steps, walking over to the bar and inwardly groaning as seth was very obviously trying not to make eye contact with you. he absolutely hated you, which wasn't much of a loss.. but still humiliating under the circumstances in which the negative feelings arose.

"you gonna drink me out of my own fucking bar again?" seth asked harshly, causing you to wince in reply. you simply shook your head, gesturing to have the cups refilled.

it had been two winters ago, maybe. a close call with ellie at an awkward sleepover had you running to the bison for something to help you cope. you shouldn't have been drinking anyway but you did and seth yelled at you, saying there wasn't going to be any alcohol left for the rest of the town.

the next day, you were horribly sick and ashamed. you spent the day throwing up, wallowing in your own pity.

you had told ellie that you had thought maybe you had the flu.

you debated on ignoring him altogether or making a witty quip, but you took too long to decide and the moment passed.

"just two of the same, please," you mumbled, setting the two glasses in front of him.

seth looked at you and breathed out heavily, squinting his eyes. whatever he wanted to say, he held back as he wordlessly refilled the glasses for you. once returned you smiled, or maybe grimaced, and began to turn away before a nagging idea entered your mind.

you drank, quickly, and had your glass filled once more. it only took a matter of seconds, and you had been convinced that was the last step required to rid yourself of the rather unforgiving thoughts plaguing your brain.

like nothing more even happened, you turned as quickly as possible to the table and made your way back to your friends without spilling any drops.

their boisterous laughter caused the appearance of a frown on your lips. a fear of missing out, why were they laughing so wildly now, once you weren't present for the conversation?

"what're you talking about?" your eyebrows furrowed together as you balanced your body back onto the chair.

"nothing," ellie shook her head, her lips slipping into an amused smile.

"that's not nice," you murmured, cheeks warm as dina reached across the table to grab her drink. "you're leaving me out."

"never," ellie responded, her voice dipping low into a mumble. her hand gently squeezed your forearm, reassuringly.

ellie's touch was gone as quickly as it had came and you held your drink up to your lips, hiding the flustered manner in which your lips twisted about.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ellie really was trying to focus on whatever jesse was going on about, but your cardigan kept slipping off of your shoulders and your laugh was ringing above the conversation.

her gaze kept wandering to where you were sat next to her, fidgeting with your fingers as you enthusiastically nodded along to the conversation. ellie could tell that you were drunk, or very quickly approaching it, by the way in which you were allowing yourself to fully ramble at the table instead of carefully thinking over and choosing your words.

truthfully, wholeheartedly, ellie adored the way in which you lit up when you told a story.

she leaned back in her seat, hand resting carelessly against her glass as she became more interested in your story than what she was meant to be listening to.

ellie could also tell when you were tipsy, at the very least, because you seemed to be a lot more prone to physical touch. every few seconds your elbow found itself bumping against ellie's. a hand on an arm, a head rested on a shoulder, your head in her lap.

you threw your head back while you laughed, a genuine, nose scrunched type of laugh. ellie quickly tore her eyes away and nearly choked on her drink when your head landed on her shoulder.

"you okay?" ellie mumbled. she might've accidentally interrupted dina, but ellie's words were quiet anyway. her body was tense at the contact and she found herself reaching for her glass once again, fingertips gripping at the rim.

you nodded, your cheek bumping against ellie's shoulder but your words came out in response to dina.

"-and did you see cat's new tattoo?" you asked, your eyes widening in an expression that ellie thought looked like awe.

"no," dina guffawed, and ellie felt you nod again.

"wait, another?" jesse questioned suddenly, and finally ellie had an excuse to join into your conversation.

a bigger gulp of alcohol burned its way down ellie's throat and she swore that she could feel her face flush.

you sat up suddenly, stomach nearly slamming against the table edge as you pushed yourself forward. your laugh was breathy now, as if it had taken all of the effort in the world for you to sit straight. you slapped your hand over your own shoulder blade in explanation. "right there," you clarified.

"what was it?" jesse asked, and ellie noticed that his face was looking a little red as well.

you shrugged. "i didn't get that good of a look," you sighed. "but it's probably something cool."

"damn," dina said wistfully. "she's cool."

ellie scoffed. "bullshit, i have never heard you say that cat's cool."

"what's wrong with cat?" jesse pipped in. you curiously raised an eyebrow, and ellie tried hard not to look at you.

"nothing," ellie defended. "but dina definitely never used to think cat was cool. you used to say quite the opposite, actually."

"did i?" dina teased. "i've never had a problem with her. you guys just weren't right for each other," she completed, settling seriously as her gaze met ellie's.

ellie could feel your eyes on her, and she could very nearly anticipate some smart remark from jesse. dina's gaze was practically unsettling, how intense it was all of a sudden. there was something there, something knowing between herself and dina. ellie brought her glass to her lips once more, a cop out from having to reply.

just like that, the gaze was avoided. your arm bumped against ellie's as you sank down in defeat.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

how had you ever been sad?

the music had been turned up louder, louder than seth's grumbles and protests. it was something old, something with a lot of guitar that sounded like people would dance in boots to. ellie had rolled her eyes and swatted at you after your attempted description, but you didn't mind. you knew it was silly. the alcohol was too strong for you to mind.

you danced with dina, feeling like the most radiant person in the world while your skirt swished around your ankles. your own laughter sounded far away, echoing in your ears. your cheeks genuinely hurt from smiling, and if anyone were to place a hand across your forehead, surely you would feel feverish.

cardigan forgotten, your sleeves had been bunched up between your elbows and wrists. you twirled and twirled, laughing hysterically as your arms got tangled with dina's. you could hear ellie and jesse laughing too, somewhere far away and hazy. you knew in the back of your mind that they were laughing at you, but you didn't mind. you laughed along anyway.

the burn in your throat that tempted a gag with each sip was subdued. each taste no longer prompted a wince, which resulted in probably a sip too many.

you were happy. beaming, even. couldn't you feel like this forever?

time passed in seconds and years while you were drinking in the tipsy bison. had you been dancing ten minutes ago, or ten weeks ago? you looked down at your feet, trying to decide if they looked tired.

you squinted hard. were your feet always this blurry?

"you alright, kid?"

you squinted harder. a man was talking to you. you looked up, and raising your gaze took a few days, maybe.

jesse.

it took a few seconds for his words to process in your ears.

"am i alright?" you questioned, your tongue numb. jesse laughed, so you laugh too.

so silly.

"time for her to go, williams." jesse says. you laughed, then realized he's talking about you, so you twist your lips into a frown.

"no," you disagreed.

ellie raised an eyebrow, in a way that almost looks lazy. she scans you over, almost pretending to be serious, before a lighthearted laugh escapes her.

"ease up," she tells jesse simply. you nodded once along with ellie.

yeah, ease up, you think, because you forgot to move your lips and say it out loud.

everyone seems to be satisfied because the conversation moves along. you sighed, content, and traced your finger along the edge of the table. you mentally searched your brain for the worried fuzz that previously clouded it, but found nothing. the ambience of chatter and laughter was like medicine for your mind.

you were the first of your friends to switch to water. you sipped it slowly, dragging your eyes between dina and jesse. you really did love them, the closest thing to a family that you had ever had. you felt an extremely strong urge to blurt it out then and there, but managed to swallow it along with your water.

you heard ellie laugh so you laughed too, like a reflex. your eyes found her now without even trying, but you never really had to try anyway. it didn't matter if you were sat right next to her or all the way across jackson, you always seemed to just find her. you were completely drawn to her, just as you had always been.

you felt like jelly.

ellie's features had you completely transfixed.

you weren't necessarily listening to the conversation, just studying ellie's features and reactions. the sounds around you had blended together and you blinked heavily, memorizing ellie's side profile as if you hadn't already had it memorized.

your eyes found the strand of hair following the curve of ellie's cheek and chin. the slope of her nose. she kept laughing, the corners of her eyes crinkling up. you stared for so long, your gaze was fixated.

at some point you must've laughed, because suddenly ellie was staring right back at you.

you forget to tear your eyes away, because you just don't really feel the need to.

"the fuck is wrong with you?" ellie questioned.

her eyebrows were knitted together in confusion, though the slow smile that grew on her lips made her look slightly amused, too.

"nothing," you breathed, and not even the alcohol could help the pounding in your chest when ellie looked at you like that.

"-think it's time to call it," jesse concluded, pushing his glass away from him.

"quitter," dina taunted, and she might've leaned in to kiss him but you weren't sure. you weren't looking.

"nothing?" ellie laughed, repeating your words. she squinted at you and leaned in closer, as if that would help her to reveal the truth.

"are you guys heading out too?" dina questioned, standing with jesse.

"in a minute," ellie answered, finally tearing her eyes away from your own.

sloppy goodbye's were given, giggles and thank you's despite seeing each other every day.

you ducked when jesse reached down to ruffle your hair, but you weren't able to dodge it.

ellie watched as dina and jesse left together, hand in hand. once she finally turned back to you, she laughed in astonishment.

"seriously, what?" ellie chuckled, shaking her head under your gaze.

"i don't know, shut up," you avoided, smoothing the material of your skirt over your lap.

"you're a bad liar," ellie said pointedly, leaning in closer with a determined expression as she scanned your facial features.

frowning at ellie's scrutiny, you caved under the minimal pressure that she had applied.

"your hair," you admitted softly. your answer obviously didn't clarify anything for the girl sat next to you. her brows remained furrowed, as if to imply 'go on..'

you shouldn't use alcohol as an excuse, but you did. reaching a gentle hand out, your fingers brushed against the strand of hair that followed the curve of ellie's cheek. her expression seemed to change a million times within the few, short seconds that the interaction lasted.

"i like when you wear it like this," you said simply, dropping your hand back onto your lap. ellie instinctively reached her hand back and touched her hair, cheeks reddening.

"shut up," ellie said, but her tone lacked any real authority.

"why?" you asked back, nearly instantly. "can't i compliment my friend?"

ellie shook her head, dropping her gaze and swallowing a chuckle as she finished off the rest of the liquid from her glass.

"what?" you asked, lips etching into a smile. you weren't sure why you were pushing now, but it was entertaining. "you said i looked pretty earlier, remember that?"

ellie coughed, eyes widening for only the briefest of seconds. "so what? you do look pretty." ellie doubled down, her gaze flicking over you. her voice was smooth, but her cheeks were red. it made you giggle.

"okay, thank you. you do too," you responded, fidgeting with the bottom hem of your sweater.

ellie pushed away from the table, rolling her eyes. "oh, fuck off," she snorted.

you scrambled out of your chair, thankfully grabbing onto the hand that ellie had offered out to you as you hopped down from the high top.

"fuck you, you look good," you insisted.

ellie dropped your hand, her nose wrinkling as she stopped to study you once again. "what's the matter with you?"

"oh my god, williams. you have got to lighten up," you laughed, looking away from her as you shook your head. you felt hot.

ellie was silent as you left the tipsy bison, and your stomach twisted.

was she actually bothered? you were being too much, right?

the sky was dark. everything outside seemed still.

you breathed in deep as the crisp air hit your face. something about the cold air burning your hot cheeks felt like a wave of reality. there was that lingering of the harsh winter still in the air, but something else, too. the promise of a warm spring to come.

"sorry," you said suddenly, concentrating really hard on the steps that you were taking. "i didn't mean to-"

"please. don't be dumb," ellie said. her tone was lighthearted. you were fine.

ellie's pace was relaxed as you both walked. it was a stark contrast from how tense she had seemed previously in the evening. you wondered if she had been using the alcohol to her own advantage too.

lost in thought, you nearly tripped over your own feet. ellie's laughter bounced around the empty road but she grabbed your hand immediately, helping to steady you. ellie didn't let go, so you didn't either.

you looked sideways at her, trying to step carefully so your steps didn't sound clumsy. ellie scanned her surroundings a lot when she walked, even now. it was less pointed now, but you could still notice it.

you thought back to the previous evening, ellie's body in your bed and the way in which she had looked at you. so close, so intentional.

you might've been anxious, but you weren't stupid. it had been a moment, right?

or at least, it almost was.

the alcohol wasn't pacifying anything. your heart rammed against your chest.

"where'd you go?" ellie asked, and the softness of her tone caught you off guard.

"nowhere," you answered, squeezing her hand. "just thinking."

"about?" ellie pressed, purposely bumping into you. you slowed to a stop, shrugging your shoulders.

"everything," you answered simply, dropping her hand. it almost wasn't a lie.

"ah, right. that narrows it down," ellie snarked.

"shut up," you laughed breathlessly, because her face seemed to be the only thing in full focus and ellie's stare was intense, even when it wasn't intended to be.

"what, we're keeping secrets now?" ellie pressed, her voice raising in pitch. her cheeks were still tinted, you could tell even in the dark.

a secret or two was fine to keep, you thought, especially if it was about potentially being in love with your best friend.

"please, as if you don't have any secrets," you retorted, almost a little too accusingly. ellie had been different lately.

off.

ellie shook her head, eyebrows pinching together. "not from you," she answered, taking a step closer. her tone made your heart soar, but something about the way that her eyes changed made her words not entirely believable.

the smallest difference would make you spiral, but that's what the alcohol had been for. now, you could simply play along.

"well, me neither," you insisted as you continued down the familiar path to ellie's.

ellie scoffed in response. "aren't i special?" she said sarcastically.

"you are." your tone was straight forward, adamant.

ellie shook her head, which made you frown. you wanted her to reach for your hand again.

you lingered outside of ellie's, staying back a step as she fumbled with the door.

"i'll see you tomorrow, okay?" you said softly, not enjoying how much effort it was taking you now to enunciate your words.

"you're not coming in?" ellie asked, tilting her head at you. she looked disappointed, you thought.

"i don't know. you're making me nervous," you admitted without any time to regret it.

ellie laughed in disbelief. "what are you talking about?"

"you're being intimidating," you spat out, wrapping your arms around yourself. you wouldn't ever say that to her, but for some reason you did, and now you had to deal with the dejected expression that appeared on ellie's face.

"how?"

"because im kind of drunk and i know i'll say something without thinking."

"something bad?" ellie questioned, eyebrows raised in concern.

"no," you answered.

"i think.. i'm gonna need an example."

you shook your head. "stop. you're being so... i can't handle it.

"i'm not doing anything," ellie argued.

"i know. you're just.. you."

"in a good way, or a bad way?" ellie asked, red in the face and obviously confused. you felt like you were floating, watching your body from afar and silently screaming at yourself to shut up! stop talking!

"a good way. a really, really good way."

brows still pinched together, the tiniest ghost of a smile appeared at ellie's lips. "what're you doing?" she asked slowly, her tone dropping.

"i don't know," you rushed out. you were dizzy. very dizzy, and you felt like you were burning up. you dropped your arms to your sides.

"are you being serious right now, or are you fucking with me?" ellie asked, stepping closer.

your body felt like it was buzzing. your words nearly came out in a whisper.

"i'm serious."

just like that, ellie's nervous guise was dropped. she was suddenly confident, smirking and invading your personal space. it was like all she needed was confirmation that she wasn't being misguided, and she turned into a different person.

"you could've just said so," ellie murmured, eyes darting across your own.

you bumped your back against the door for stability. your knees felt like they could buckle at any second. you wished that maybe you had drank more, because your nerves seemed to be taking control now.

"i don't know what i'm doing," was all that you seemed to be able to muster up with ellie looking at you like that.

your words had some sort of reaction within ellie, because the corners of her lips twitched and she let out a breathy laugh, the scent of alcohol consuming you.

kissing ellie wasn't how you had imagined it to be.

it was sudden and hurried, her lips crashing against your own. your breath caught in your throat once her tongue slid against yours.

you had imagined, maybe, that everything around you would quiet.

instead, all of your senses were on high alert. the taste of alcohol in her mouth, the wind stinging your cheeks. your stomach twisted and turned and your knees threatened to give out at any second.

you pulled away eventually, eyes wild and glistening.

"ellie?"

"was that okay?" ellie's voice was low and you found yourself nodding before her sentence was even finished.

at your confirmation, ellie gripped your hip with one hand to keep you steady as she pushed the door open with her free hand. the door swinging out from behind you almost made you jump, so ellie tightened her grip.

ellie's lips were on yours again within seconds of kicking the door shut. you were blind, taking backwards steps into ellie's house.

your heart was pounding. you swore ellie could hear it. you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to not think.

you gasped once your back hit the wall and ellie tilted her head, deepening the kiss when you were steady once again.

her calloused fingertips slipped underneath the hem of your tank top, ghosting along your stomach and waist. the shaky sigh that you released into the kiss seemed to only encourage her more.

surely you would need to breathe soon, but you wouldn't dare pull away.

it wasn't anything like you allowed yourself to imagine, but that was fine. you weren't disappointed, it was just different.

you got the sudden urge to step back and look at her, to make sure that she was still your ellie, but you wouldn't.

stop. thinking.

ellie's hands were on your neck and then your shoulders, pushing your cardigan away from your arms and onto the floor. you dug your fingertips into the fabric of her shirt, pulling her body against your own. each breath apart was hurried and shaky, as if you couldn't collapse together again quick enough.

ellie's mouth attached to your jaw, kissing upwards until she was right below your ear. you gasped at the feeling, a small breathy sound leaving your throat and you could feel ellie smirk against your jaw.

butterflies exploded in your stomach. your hands were shaking as you wrapped your arms around ellie's shoulders, tugging her closer and pulling her lips back to yours.

this was everything that you had always wanted, right?

so you tried to push away the growing pit in your stomach and focus on the feeling of ellie's fingers tracing against your flesh.

goosebumps pricked over your bare arms and your body knocked against ellie's. one of her hands dipped to the waistband of your skirt and you nearly squeaked in surprise. ellie's other hand pushed your tank top upwards, exposing the underside of your bra.

you barely had one second to be insecure before ellie was mumbling against your lips.

"you're so-" ellie pressed a kiss below your ear.

"fucking," another kiss, on your neck.

"pretty," ellie concluded, kissing your collarbone before her mouth found way back to yours.

of course, ellie had complimented you before. but the low, raspy tone of her voice now was the cause of a deep warmth that spread throughout your entire body. despite it, you shivered at her touch, ellie’s fingertips tracing along your skin.

ellie’s name left your mouth as a whisper, though it still gained her attention. she pulled away, just barely, her eyes boring into your own as her fingertips pulled at your hips.

“is this okay?” she asked, her words serious and steady.

you nodded, trying desperately not to shy under her gaze. “promise,” you whispered.

ellie kissed you again, the movements bordering on erratic. you straightened your back against the wall the best that you could manage and lifted your leg, hooking it around ellie's waist to tug her closer.

she made a sound of surprise against your mouth, but the way that she kissed you showed you that she was more than okay with it.

the skirt that you were wearing was being bunched around your thighs, ellie haphazardly tugging it upwards so her hand could roam your thigh.

your breath hitched, every single thought in your mind ramming together and forming mush. you slipped your fingers underneath ellie's shirt, pressing your palms against her back.

you couldn't believe this was happening. and yet, it wasn't like how you had imagi-

a fingertip swiped across your clothed center, so light it was almost like it hadn't even happened. you gasped once your body jolted in reaction, earning a small chuckle from ellie.

you hadn't drank enough, apparently, to save yourself from being embarrassed.

you kissed her to make up for it, swallowing a whine once the sensation appeared yet again. ellie's fingers trailed across your underwear, like she was taking her time.

it was a stark contrast from how you were kissing, as if each tiny breath was too much time apart.

you were nearly certain that your hands were shaking. your nails dipped into ellie's back, causing her to sigh against your lips. once her fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties, you were done for.

you had never- obviously. ellie knew that. was she considering that now?

you assumed ellie had. though she never really seemed to like to talk about that sort of stuff with you. she had been with cat for awhile-

you deepened the kiss, speeding up to match the pace of ellie's movements.

not the time to think about the past.

ellie's fingers dipped lower and your breath was shallow, legs weak with anticipation.

"ellie-" you mustered, the words barely audible and practically swallowed by the kiss. ellie heard it, however, and something about it made her pull away.

ellie snapped back, her lips leaving yours just as suddenly as it had been when she first kissed you. she quickly pulled her hands away, taking a step back.

you nearly gulped the air, trying to catch your breath and make sense of the situation. you pressed a hand against the wall behind you, steadying yourself.

"ellie? what's-"

"shit," ellie murmured, taking another step away from you and shutting her eyes tight.

your stomach dropped.

the situation was unfamiliar to you, but anyone could tell that something was wrong.

this wasn't how it was supposed to be.

you froze, eyes wide and lips swollen. you watched as ellie raked her hands through her hair, pacing away from you.

"ellie, what?" you pressed, your voice coming out in a pathetic whisper.

"nothing," ellie dismissed, refusing to meet your eyes.

your heart hammered against your chest, a wave of emotions flooding over you.

shame, disgust, guilt, regret-

"el-"

"seriously, nothing. it's just late. you drank a lot, right?" ellie accused, staring at the floor.

you shook your head, humiliation digging a hole into your stomach. "not too much, obviously. i'm fine, what's-"

"it's just late," ellie repeated. "i'm tired. you should probably get home."

and there it was.

you pressed your palm harder against the wall in an effort to prevent yourself from collapsing onto the floor.

every doubt, every insecurity, every reason preventing you from being honest with ellie about your feelings rang true in your head. your anxieties had been right, and now there was no taking it back.

you tried to catch her eye in the dark, but ellie wasn't budging.

"w-what?" you breathed out, tears pricking in your eyes.

"you should probably get going," ellie reinforced, her voice devoid of any emotion.

before you could get another word in or even process what the fuck had just happened, ellie turned her back and left the room.

you stood alone in the dark, hands trembling at your sides.

what?

you stayed still for a moment, holding your breath and hoping that ellie would come back.

she didn't.

you gathered your cardigan from the floor, rushing to cover your arms and flee from the scene of the crime.

your body felt as though it was in shock when you were greeted again by the cold night. the unforgiving chill and the fevered warmth throughout your body were battling to win, each sensation fighting to take over.

you wobbled only a few steps away from ellie's house. your stomach lurched. you only had a second to keel over before you threw up, all of the alcohol and shame making itself apparent on the street.

you wrapped your arms tight around your body, trying to force your brain to wrap itself around what happened. you couldn't make sense of it.

you thought that you might throw up again, but instead a sob choked its way up your throat.

you waited just a second, sobs rattling your chest with your arms tightly wrapped around yourself. you stared at her house, willing her to come outside, tell you it was some sort of sick joke and comfort you.

you knew that she wouldn't.

you carried yourself home, steps heavy and uneven. you stifled your cries until you were inside, falling to the ground as soon as your door was shut.

nothing, you thought, felt as bad as this right now.

you rested the back of your hand against your forehead, willing this all to be some sort of alcohol, feverish induced dream.

surely that didn't just happen. it couldn't have, you didn't want it to.

even if ellie was just interested in some sort of drunken hookup and then came to her senses, you were her best friend. how could she suddenly be so detached, so casually cruel without another regard for your feelings? even if she didn't like you, you were her best friend.

you cried like a stubborn child having a tantrum.

it was all that you could really manage to do.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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@skylerwhitwyo @muthafuckingstargirl @minustwofingers @mirrorballels @macaroni676 @sapphicontherun @crxmxnzl-c0rpzes @patricks-fabulous-face @bready101 @elliewilliamsonlygirlfriend

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#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfic #ellie tlou x reader

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absolutebl · 2 days

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This Week in BL - Thailand surprised me

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

May 2024 Wk 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Stand-In (Thai Fri iQIYI) ep 2 of 12 eps - I love love love Sol! Pink-haired baby idol blast from the past nursing a crush = absolute catnip for me. This is def my favorite Thai BL currently airing. And it’s probably because it has a sort of odd queer authenticity to both its gayness and its rep of the film industry. I mean, of course it’s sanitized into BL fantasy-landia, but there’s an underpinning of something real, for lack of a better word. Normally I prefer the fantasy of my dumb BL worldview, but in this one I’m kind of liking a little chew and grit.

All of which is to say: this is very fucked up messy gay, which normally I’m not wild about, but for some reason I’m really enjoying this version.

On the other side of the BL coin we have:

Wandee Godday (Sat YT) ep 1 of 12 - And I like it a lot. It’s fun and I’m enjoying it (possibly more than it deserves). I like how it’s a little absurdist. I like that it starts with a one night stand. I like all of the side characters. I love the asexual representation. Bonus LUBE! It’s a fun show. More FUN that GMMTV usually goes for.

Two Worlds (Thurs iQIYI) ep 8 of 10 - The sketching in the cave scene was v sexy. And I’m enjoying this BL, but not for any other reason than MaxNat being MaxNatty all over my screen.

1000 Years Old (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - I don’t know what I feel about this one. Mostly just indifferent. It was meant to be the paranormal Thai BL pulp about vampires that we were all waiting for, and it ended up just being boring. Frankly, I'd rather be pissed off than bored. 6/10

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 4 of 12 - I truly love the naked lust on our side couple's pining friend's face. Usually only Japan get this thirsty.

Book is perfectly cast as Moo's older bro. They even look a bit alike but it might have been a mistake, because he’s so damn charismatic. Stole all the breath from the show for a bit.

We Are (Weds iQIYI) ep 5 of 16 - No report until next week.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues YouTube & Viki) ep 11 of 12 - What a fantastic ep. This show really is killing it. I’m so happy with Taiwan right now.

Carry on.

Blue Boys (Korea YouTube) 3 of ? - It remains lovely and I remain enjoying it immensely. It’s very Strongberry feeling. That's always a welcome sensation.

Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - They are so cute and pretty much just boyfriends already regardless of what they each think. I'm scared that next week is the final episode, it doesn’t feel like it’s gone very far.

At 25:00 in Akasaka AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - I liked it a little better this week. I guess I’m warming up to this one?

Boys Be Brave AKA Roommates (Korea Thurs Viki) ep 3-4 of 8 - Ah poor lonely neglected child. They are all such weirdos. I don’t understand any of these characters or their motivations except they are strange kind of cartoons of... something.

Love is like a Cat (Korea Mon Viki) eps 9-10 of 12 - The guy who plays the vet should be playing a vampire. That's it. That's all I have to say.

It's airing but...

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Memory in the Letter (Thai WeTV) - 6 eps, when it's done, tell me if I should bother?

You Made My Day (Thai YT) ep 1 of 5 - supposed to have started on Friday but I couldn't find it, I also didn't try very hard.

In case you missed it

GMMTV announced the second half of their 2024 line up. I got excited and picked my favorites, details + trailers here.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

May Releases

5/10 A Balloon's Landing (Taiwan movie) trailer - A frustrated Hong Kong writer, Tian Yu, meets a Taipei street gangster, Xiang (Fandy Fan from HIStory2: Crossing the Line), and the two of them embark on a journey to find the Bay of Vanishing Whales. Along the way, they discover unexpected twists and turns and close bonds, which brings out the message that "there is always someone like you in this world who is waiting for you.

5/16 Blossom Campus (Korea Thurs Gaga & iQIYI) ep 1 of 6 - Strongberry doing classic BL! Weeee!

5/19 OMG Vampire (Thai Sun ????) ep 1 of 10 - LeeFrank are back - not unlike the undead (as it were). But how do we feel about it? Unsure given their track record.

5/25 The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer - HoTae & DongHee are back but unfortunately not in a cinema near me. Side couple from Unintentional Love Story, same actors, same character names. I love them. I NEED TO SEE THIS.

5/28 My Biker 2 (Thai movie YT?) - trailer

5/31 The Time of Huannan (Taiwan movie) - May not be BL

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I love a shrimp peeling moment in my Thai BL. (Only Boo)

Unquestionably the best moment in BL this year. FIGHT ME. (Unknown)

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will add you to the template. Easy peesy.

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wosoluver · 2 days

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Healers got to date protectors - Headcanons

Misa x physio!reader

When the two of you adopted a pet together.

"I can't believe we are doing this." said Misa.

"You said we could do whatever I wanted today..." by now, you knew her well enough, to know that she wasn't big on making friends, and that didn't only apply to humans. "I volunteered here once. You'll love them, I promise."

Deep down, she was always scared to find love in another being. Kinda how it happened to you. Love scared her. It scared her to become vulnerable.

She had been avoiding pets since moving to Madrid. Her parents had even suggested it to her, so she wouldn't feel so alone.

You immediately went to the kittens.

"Oh my god, look at them Misa!"

You sat there for a while, in love with all the cats coming to you for attention.

Without you noticing, Misa had went to walk around. And you went to look for her, coming across the dog area. Stoping to pet a cute Chihuahua, before proceeding to look for your girlfriend.

You found her sitting and playing with a big dog, chewing on a destroyed toy ball.

"Hey..."

"Amor, look at him! He's only a baby!"

"A very big baby. He's adorable." you sat next to them, petting his head. He immediately turned on his back, so you could rub his belly. "He wasn't here the last time I came."

"They said he came from another shelter, they rescued him as a puppy."

By now at least an hour went by. You checked the time on the phone screen.

"Amor, it's almost time for lunch."

"Yeah..."

"What do you want to eat?"

She didn't answer you, so you looked up from your phone. She had a tear on her eyes, threatening to fall down.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to leave him here." you went soft right away. She was crying. Because of a dog, that she had just met.

"Oh my love" you said wiping her tear away, feeling yourself become emotional.

"Can we keep him? Please?"

"You want to adopt him?"

"I want us to adopt him."

"But we've only been dating for a couple months and we live in separate apartments." usually it was the other way around. You with the emotions and her trying to reason.

"Well, he chose you to be his other mom. Look at him." and you did. And you fell more and more in love with him. He was staring you both with loving eyes, resting his head on her thighs. "And I don't plan on separating from you anytime soon. Do you?"

"No. Not at all. I just didn't know if you wanted everything to go slowly or not."

"The two apartments thing isn't that hard to solve either..."

"Are you asking me to move in with you?"

"Is it too much?"

"It's perfect!" you said giving her a kiss. And to top everything off the dog started to jump on the two of you and lick your cheeks.

"He's ready to come home with us, aren't you baby?" you had never seen a doggy so happy in your life. "What are we naming him?"

"Miles!"

"Is it because he looks like he smiles?"

"No..." you said laughing at your terrible joke.

"But he does look like a Miles, so."

"Yes!" and you proceeded to baby talk to him while Misa signed the papers.

Leaving this morning, she hadn't imagined, coming back with a baby and a roommate.

Arriving home the first thing Miles did was grab a football your girlfriend had laying around the living room. One she liked very much.

"Miles! Your going to destroy it-"

But before she could end the sentence, he'd already bit into it. And you only laughed.

"Seems like he want's to be a footballer like his mom." you said, followed up by Misa's laugh.

"I love you. Both of you."

"Yo más, mi amor."

Any ideas for other headcanons, please send them in! 🩷

#woso x reader #misa rodriguez #misa rodriguez x reader #real madrid femenino #futfem

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eddiemunsonstan · 2 days

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The Chain

!EddieMunson !MetalheadFemReader

collage belongs to me

Summary:Eddie likes you but you're not sure about giving him a chance. Warning:Smoking,nothing else there are so many cute things you could have a heart attack.

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

Eddie smiled when he heard the sound of the guitar and entered the music class. You were singing and playing guitar. His entering distracted you and you took a deep breath "You again,can't you leave me alone for like 10 minutes?" Eddie put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket "No,I miss you so much." he was always acting annoying because when you got angry he would keep telling you he thought you were cute. Eddie sat down in one of the chairs "Come on,keep playing like I'm not here." You laughed sarcastically and put your guitar aside “It's hard to ignore you when you're being so annoying.” Eddie smiled charmingly "Admit it,you even like it when I'm annoying,"

You weren't even sure if Eddie liked you or not because he was so nice and flirty to most of the girls in your school.Even before you caught his attention,you found him very attractive. But you weren't just a person who could easily trust people,especially men. You didn't answer Eddie and he looked at you again "I heard you were looking for a guitarist,for the band." You sat down in the chair across from Eddie “Yeah,but our band is all girls so don't get your hopes up, Munson.”

Eddie laughed and started to fold the music papers on the table into airplanes "What kind of band is this?" he asked

"At first I wanted something in the style of Doom metal but the band members did not fit in well so we are doing Rock and Jazz oriented. We will do Fleetwood Mac covers."

He watched you like he was fascinated when you were talking. As soon as you finished your sentence,he chuckled and looked at you "This is the first time you made such a long sentence while talking to me" you laughed at what Eddieand took the paper he left unfinished and you started folding it "What can I do? I love music". Eddie stood up from his seat and picked up the guitar you left aside "You know,you might need a male vocalist in Fleetwood Mac covers. Lindsey Buckingham played a big role in that band" You smiled and looked at Eddie "And they kicked him out of the band." Eddie laughed and looked at you "Do you always think about negative things!". You laughed andthrew the folded paper plane towards him "No,I'm just a realist Edward." Eddie looked at you and watched you for a few seconds with a small smile appearing on his face "You're so cute."

This was a compliment you weren't expecting. You cleared your throat and started fixing your hair. Without looking at him,you just hummed "Thank you."

While you were at lunch you looked at your friend Robin "Shut up" you said and looked at the table in the corner. Eddie was there with his friends. "I don't even think he really likes me,he's kind of a laid back type". Robin frowned "How hard could it be?" Robin pointed to the table where Eddie was sitting. "He hangs out and playing games with kids that five years younger than him." You looked at Robin and said sarcastically "Your friend Steve also hangs out with those kids you mentioned." Robin sneered “I know and that's what makes Steve easy. Don't be too shy with Eddie,he's not the coolest guy in school or the girls' favorite. He's a total freak,just like you.” You laughed and threw one of the grapes to Robin "Shut up." You took a deep breath "Well,you're right what could happen?.I'll talk with him"

When school was over,you were looking around for Eddie and at the same time,you were trying not to show that you were looking for him. You saw Dustin going with his friends and you walked towards him "Hey,Dustin.have you seen Eddie?". Dustin shook his head "I think he was going to be in the woods behind the school on the way out" You paused for a few seconds "Woods?" Dustin took a deep breath, "Yes,it is a natural environment with trees,plants and birds." You hit Dustin's hat and made him blind "I know what it is,I mean what he's doing there." ,

"Selling weed,to Chrissy" Mike quickly continued. Dustin looked at him "You weren't supposed to say that." When they started to argue with each other,you ignored them and walked towards your car. You were the jealous type and it pissed you off. Well,no one was supposed to see them while making this sale,but why the forest? Couldn't it be a warehouse or a parking lot or something? While thinking about these,Robin knocked your window. You stopped fastening your seat belt and opened the window "What." Robin could tell you were angry. “Easy sweetie,what happened?” You took a deep breath and held the steering wheel "Nothing,just the thought of trusting someone was ridiculous." Robin was about to talk but you interrupted her, "Never mind,I don't want to talk. We have a rehearsal on the weekend,you'd better come." Robin exhaled deeply and watched you drive past. She wasn't about to leave it like that because Eddie was a selfless idiot and you were a girl who could give up on anything at once.

Saturday

"And if you don't love me now,you will never love me again I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain" While you were singing the song and playing your guitar,you dropped your pick and the other members stood with you "Fuck!"

"Actually,they are very successful but the vocals seem a bit too rude"You quickly raised your head when you hear Eddie's voice and smiled fakely when you saw Robin and Eddie in front of you "What a surprise,it's nice to see you hanging out outside of the woods." Eddie didn't understand what you said and frowned "What?" you didn't want to talk about that and acted like nothing happened "Nothing,okay let's start over and try to keep up with me this time." as you were about to start playing again Eddie looked at you "Why are you avoiding talking,you won't even answer my questions. I hate it when you do this." You scoffed and raised your eyebrows "As who?" Eddie paused for a few seconds with your harsh rebuke and stood not knowing what to say "As your friend?" even he wasn't sure of that answer. You laughed sarcastically and continued to focus on your guitar,ignoring him. Eddie looked at you with disappointment for a few seconds and walked out of the garage without saying anything. Robin looked after Eddie and turned to you "Why did you act like that?He was here just for you". You looked at Robin "No need,I'm pretty sure there are girls he needs to meet to sell weed." Eddie definitely heard this,but he ignored it and went to his van.

While you were hanging out in your room that evening,you were thinking about what happened and doing your best not to blame yourself. There were things you were both wrong about. He only said sweet things to you and didn't do anything else,being constantly stuck in uncertainty made you sad and angry.No matter what happened,he didn't deserve what you said to him today.

The other day, you skipped math class and went to the music room. Eddie always did this too. When you got to the front of the classroom, you moved a little closer to the door and you could hear his voice "Take me to the place where you go,where nobody knows if it's night or day. Please don't put your life in the hands of a rock 'n' roll band who's gonna throw it all away" You entered the classroom with an unconscious smile on your face and looked at Eddie "Who'll throw it all away" Eddie looked at you and continued "It needs to be 'Who'll' this is the right lyric". Eddie cleared his throat and rubbed his fingers against the strings of his guitar "Thanks." He was so cold towards you,it hurt but you knew you kinda deserved it.

"I'm sorry about yesterday." You said to Eddie in a embarrassed manner.You remained silent for a few seconds and when you looked up,Eddie was standing right in front of you. He took out his guitar and put it aside and looked at you again "Why?" your heartbeat was already speeding up with Eddie's gaze. "Because I treated you in a way you didn't deserve,but I swear I had my reasons." You had to tell him everything to make him forgive you. "Breaking someone's heart for reasons is something I've experienced for the first time." he said.You took a deep breath "I was angry at you because you're always around the hottest girls in school and that makes me angry, maybe I just feel insecure.But that's your fault because you've always been so uncertain to me." Eddie had a satisfied grin on his face because of what you said. You continued ignoring him because you were a little lost "I really liked you in the beginning,but I had to suppress it for a very long time because I thought you would never go out with me,thanks to Robin I was going to talk with you yesterday, but your little friend said you were with one of the girls and I got so angry,even my heart broke and that's why yes-" your sentence was cut by Eddie's kiss. This was good because there was no other way he could make you shut up. You felt like you were on clouds with his kiss. You didn't respond tohis kiss at first because you were too confused. Eddie took a step back with a grin on his face and looked at you for a few seconds "And?". You stared at Eddie in fascination for a few more seconds "Nothing..." Eddie was enjoying this look of yours so much. You pulled him by his leather jacket and started a rough kiss. You both felt an intense hunger for each other and there was no point in stopping it any longer. When you broke apart a few seconds later,out of breath,you were both looking into each other's eyes "I don't fuck care about the others, you're the only one I love princess"

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

Used songs:Oasis-Don't look back in anger

Fleetwood Mac-The Chain

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #eddiemunsonx #80s #fleetwood mac #stevie nicks

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ticklishthoughts1 · 3 days

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Insecurities

This is for very specific people who KNOW who they are, but also if you happen to come across this and like it, it’s dedicated to you as well! Enjoy!

Again? I tilt my head at you, genuinely confused. You’re currently denying you’re cute…but, you are. Logically it doesn’t make sense. You have those eyes, which are beautiful in a couple different ways, deep and easy to get lost in-but then, in the right lightning, as bright as Stellar collision, as intense. I mention this to you, noting the slight reaction and smiling subconsciously as you deny it. I continue, describing the way you talk. Everyone has a specific style of talking, and for whatever reason, I find yours adorable, to the point I sometimes copy phrases and manners of saying things from you without noticing, then when I do notice, just smiling. This, you can only half deny as you’ve heard me take on your phrases and such before. Lastly, your SMILE. Jeez, your smile. And your laugh. It was cute, adorable even, and to be honest a tiny bit flustering at times-but mostly just realllly cute. This, they deny VEHEMENTLY, and I have to take a stand here. No shot I let these lies continue. I pounce forward, and you shriek, probably already aware of my intentions. Not like you dislike it. It doesn’t take much rolling around before I’m pinning your hands above your head, and straddling your waist. Carefully, but with practiced ease, I press my forearm, my left one, to the area right across your left elbow, and grab your right wrist with my left hand, leaving my own right hand open. I smirk, and lock eyes with you-you look away within seconds. I’m silent for a bit, then when you glance back, I smirk wider, and mutter softly “Admit you’re cute.” Knowing already what your answer is gonna be. You say no, and I shrug, lowering my hand slowly. It waves over the area by your ribs and your tummy, wiggling lazily, descending but not touching yet. I verryyy slowly tap-but stop wiggling, raising my hand and wiggling again. Then, to surprise you, I lean my head forward, and start whispering things in the most teasy voice I can manage. This takes your attention ENTIRELY off of the hand, obviously, and so my strike at your sensitive sides regains the element of surprise. I call out in a coo (small quick shoutout to everyone who gets ghost tks because of this, you’re a cutie) “TKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTK!~ Ahahahaww!~” My teasing tone softens, retaining its playful nature, and I continue “Tickle tickle tic-kle~ god, you’re so CUTE!!! Tktktktktktktk~ what’s wroooong cutie? I thought you LOVED the tickle monster?!” At that, I got an idea. I made a playful “tickle monster noise”, growling, and making my hands like claws (Crab claws, but shhh, go with it trust), and tickling all over, as fast as I can! I mutter into you “The tickle monster is HUNGRY!~” and softly giggle to myself before my onslaught continues. My hands change at random, from pokes to squeezes to clawing to light and fast wiggling and skittering. For the first half of it, I’m very vocal, teasing you until you’re at a point of flustered I highly doubt either of us have ever seen in you. When that happens, I wink, and fall silent, tickling much softer…and just looking at you. Admiring you. You can feel my gaze take in your flustered giggly face, and loving it. My smile just gets big, and very quietly, I tickle you. After a bit of that, I let you attempt to get up-and chase after you, pinning you, and cuddling you fiercely, whispering into you while VERY lightly tracing your sides and arms “I love you, and you’re PERFECT exactly the way you are.” I kiss your forehead, and we cuddle and talk until you have recovered. Then…I point to a feather on my desk, and smile slightly evilly.

“Wanna try telling me you’re not cute again, Giggles?”

#tickle thoughts #sfw tickle community #ler mood #fuck i want this so bad #you know who you are #you KNOW who you fucking are #for those who read tags: tickle tickle tic-kle!~

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dayseedrawz2 · 3 days

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This is gonna be a Looooooong post.

I wrote so much-

This is practically a retelling of the entire episode so...

IF YOU STILL HAVENT SEEN EPISODE 2, PLEASE WATCH IT FIRST. UNLESS YOU ARE FINE WITH SPOILERS THAT IS.

Well, now that that's outta the way...

This was a CRAAAAAAAAAAAZY EPISODE!!!

I can't express ENOUGH how much I enjoyed this!!

Here are some highlights/thoughts I had during my first watch:

The new GLITCH intro looked pretty cool!!

The dream sequence at the beginning was really good!

We kinda get to see how Pomni really felt through the first day in her dream. And her fist impression on the others...

#PoorPomni

I wasn't expecting this to take place the day right after episode 1, but it makes a whole lotta sense.

We already saw this in the trailer, but the part where Pomni glitches through that block lol

Ragatha tried to comfort Pomni even when she was abandoned by her <33 ALSO-

#RaggapomREAL🤨

I got so hyped when Caine came on screen

I am so normal about him

Caine ominously stands for a few frames before starting the explanation of the adventure... hmm...

The maple syrup thing got me thinking (forgive me if I'm incorrect, but-) Isn't Caine's VA Canadian? If so it makes sense to have Caine and Maple syrup in the same room. (That was the first thing I thought of BEFORE the episode, btw)

"Sounds like alot of [BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP]."

"..."

"Bubble, you can't say that..."

Mmm, very good delivery 👌

Caine seemed kinda in a rush to get them out also...

"Hmm?" "No thanks, I'm trying to quit."

Oh.

Also another great line delivery

WAIT HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE-

CAINE IS THEIR GOD!?!?!?

"Look!! The princess is already friends with us, Pomni!!"

"Im not a child. You don't have to hype me up."

THE UNDER THE MAP SCENE.

MMMM ANOTHER VERY GOOD LINE-

Jax needs a life sentence for Gangle abuse >:(

Auzzie gators go brrr

"Do it, or I'll tell Ragatha about the figurine thing."

I'm sorry, WHAT-

GANGLE WHAT DID YOU DO-

(Fast forward a teensy bit)

HOLY FUCK.

Gummigoo coming across his own model...

Realizing that he never actually had a mom...

It was all just elaborate programming to give him a backstory...

ANYWAY

Fudge monster go brr

Wait-

He did what-

Aww, pomni trying to comfort Gummi was so cute...

She offered to take him back to the circus...

I'm sure he'll have a great time :)

Pomni, knowing how to break the game to get them out, was not what I was expecting.

But this whole episode is not what I expected, so here we are-

(One cool truck flying scene later...)

Blah blah blah, they end the adventure, Jax causes some chaos, and they finally take Gummigoo to his new home!

I'm sure he's gonna love it here in the c-

...

CAINE WHAT THE FUCK WE TRUSTED YOU-

*Sreams at my computer for 5 minutes*

*highlights this as if I wasn't screaming the entire episode*

#PoorPomni

...again

Oh wow, Zooble didn't abstract yippee :D

And then, the end scene...

HOLY FUCK, THE END SCENE...

The little funeral for Kaufmo oh my word-

And Pomni realizing that the others actually care...

They all got her back...

Daww...

I-I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING-

*The end card begins*

...

THAT'S IT!?!?

No, you can't just leave us with this!! Wh-

Aaaaaand that was my experience! :>

I... am not okay rn...

What are yall's thoughts???

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #tadc kinger #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc kaufmo #tadc gummigoo #tadc episode 2 #tw spoilers #tadc spoilers

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Maybe Someday | Ch. 5

A Spencer Reid mini-series

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Chapter summary: reader and Spencer become close friends. Very close friends.

Tags/warnings: season 4 spoilers; drunk reader; mentions of food and making out with a stranger.

Word count: 3k

Author's note: I've been doing some adjustments and now there will be 10 chapters + epilogue. It's the same story, I just decided some scenes were better together in one chapter.

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Spencer became a regular at the café.

Any chance he had, he found a way to grab something at ‘Moramor’. If he had enough time on his hands, he’d sit at a table for one with a cup of coffee, a book, and would sit there until duty called.

You’d watch him from afar and check on him if he needed anything else, like any other customer. And when he didn’t have the time, he managed to give you a phone call at the end of the day to check on you.

Inevitably, Spencer became a regular in your life, too.

And it terrified you.

“I think he’s in love with you.”

It wasn’t the first time Steve said that. He was your work best friend, and even though he was a kid—a freshman in college—he was wise, and always managed to say the right thing. He reminded you a lot of your brother.

“He’s not,” you dryly answered, rolling your eyes.

Steve passed behind you to grab the caramel syrup and poked your ribs.

“He is not!” You playfully smacked his arm with a cloth. “He’s my friend. And a really good one.”

“He’s always glancing this way,” Steve insisted, raising his eyebrows at you.

“And?” You responded while looking in Spencer's direction. He was sitting at a table outside this time since it was a nice sunny morning, and he was in fact, looking your way.

He gave you one of the tight-lipped smiles you loved so much.

“Hearts start floating around him every time he does,” Steve teased.

“You are exaggerating,” you laughed.

“You should make a move on him. He’s cute, tall, smart—”

“He’s my friend,” You stopped him. “I would never.”

“So if he weren’t your friend, you’d make a move?”

You glanced at Spencer again. You knew him and he was more than just a pretty face. Anyone who knew him the way you did, knew he was a catch.

“I mean if he was a stranger...”

“See?”

“But that doesn’t mean anything.” You shook the thought away. “He’s the only person I have here. And Inez. And you. I can’t… risk losing him. Plus, I don’t see him that way. He’s too good for me.”

“There’s no such thing as ‘too good for you’.” Steve mocked your voice and made quotation marks in the air with his fingers. “And I’m just saying, you should make a move before someone else does.”

You scoffed as if he’d told the funniest joke. “He can tell me all about it if someone hits on him.”

Your stomach twisted just by thinking about it, though. And that hypothetical situation didn’t prepare you for the actual moment.

Just a few days later.

“I met a girl the other day,” Spencer commented casually.

You were on your fifteen-minute break and went to sit with him at his usual table. You did that on slow mornings. He always managed to entertain you about the book he was currently reading or any other random fact about whatever crossed his mind.

You choked a little before answering, “That’s exciting!” You tried your best to keep your iced coffee in your mouth. “Was she cute?”

“Y-yeah. I met her at a bar, she was the bartender.” He smiled shyly.

“You went to a bar?” You raised your brows.

“Believe it or not, I did. Undercover, sort of.”

That made more sense.

“She almost became a victim of the guy we were hunting,” he continued explaining. He sometimes told you about the cases, the ones that weren’t so tough, he had admitted once. “Luckily she lived, and she uh, she called me the next day and mailed me this.” He handed you one of the same cards he’d given you when he found you with his number on it.

The difference was that this one had a lipstick stain on the back.

Like a punch in your gut.

“Oh, she sent you a kiss for saving her life.” You kept a straight face.

“Yeah, I guess,” he chuckled.

“I like her.” You lied, playing it so cool, even when your blood was boiling inside. Burning hot. Sick to your stomach-hot. God, you couldn’t be falling for Spencer, but the fact he’d been licking your wounds ever since you met didn’t help. He was your shoulder to cry on. The arms you ran to when something upset you. He was a kind, handsome, and smart man. He deserved all the attention, all the love and care. A normal friend would be happy for him, so why weren’t you? “She’s bold.”

“Yeah, I’ve been told I need that in a girl.” He nodded, lips tight in a thin line.

“Have you talked to her lately?” You sipped on your drink. You needed to know more about this girl who made Spencer blush like a teenager.

“Not much.” He cleared his throat and put the card away, deep inside his wallet as if he wanted to keep it forever. “I’m not very good at letting things… flow.”

“I’m sure you are.” You nudged his arm playfully. “You just have to practice.”

The corner of his lips curled up into a weak smile.

“What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Spencer’s phone rang at 2 AM. He’d just fallen asleep over the bed covers with a book over his chest. He looked at the tiny phone screen and your name popped up. His heart began to drum in his ears and his cheeks started to burn as if you’d shown up in front of him.

He rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat before answering. “Hello?”

“Spencie,” you babbled.

There was loud music in the background.

“You okay?” Spencer sat upright, clearing his voice once more.

“Fine. I’m fine I just—“

“Are you drunk?”

“Not drunk. I had a few drinks.”

“Do you want me to pick you up?” He swung his legs to the edge of the bed and stayed there, staring at his wall.

“No.” You sighed. “If I see you right now I will not control myself.”

“What does that mean?” He frowned.

“I really like your lips. You have very nice lips and a lot of pretty words come out of those pretty lips.”

“Okay?” His cheeks grew warmer.

Where did that come from?

“Which is why I kissed this random guy instead.”

Ouch.

“Random guy?”

“You’d think he’s a good kisser because of that face like he had a beautiful face but gosh, he was a bad kisser. Like a really bad one. Like yikes.”

“Who’s taking you home?” He changed the subject. Picturing your lips on someone else was torture.

“I called a taxi. It’s on its way. I just thought I’d give you a call while I waited. Would you stay with me until it comes?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” The word slipped out before he could bite his tongue.

But it didn’t seem to bother you.

“Mmm, sweetheart.” You laughed a little.

Spencer didn’t respond. He squinted his eyes shut and tried to hold back a smile.

“Are you still there?” You asked.

“Right here.” He put on some slippers and headed to his kitchen to put on the coffee maker. Just to boil some water and make himself a chamomile tea. Coffee at this hour was not good for his brain.

“Can you stay on the phone until I make it home?”

“Okay, yeah. Is something wrong?” He leaned on the kitchen counter.

“I don’t trust men. I mean, I trust you. You are the exception. In so many things.”

“How’s that?” He tried to get some more information. All he could think of was you saying ‘I really like your lips’ over and over again.

“I’m… very drunk.” You dodged his question. “Anyway, if the driver hears that I’m on the phone he won’t try anything stupid.”

“That’s smart.”

“Oh, thank you. That’s really a compliment coming from you. The smartest person to ever exist.”

Spencer chuckled. “You’re so chatty.”

“It’s the tequila talking.” And he adored it.

You gasped with excitement when the taxi arrived and the sound of you dropping the phone got him to really laugh.

“You okay?” He asked, even though chances were you didn’t hear him.

Spencer went to sit at his desk in the meantime.

“Hello?”

“You okay?” He asked again.

“Oh, you’re still there, I dropped you. I mean I dropped the phone and couldn’t reach it. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I woke you up.”

“I wasn’t sleeping. And I have the weekend off so it’s okay.”

“Oh, how fun! Are you gonna do anything fun, Dr. Reid?”

He smiled. You’d never called him Doctor Reid. “Not really, no. I don’t have anything planned.”

“You’re not a planner, huh?”

“Umm, no?”

“We could do something. I have tomorrow off, which is the only reason I agreed to go out tonight.”

“Y-yeah, we could definitely do something. Do you, uh, have something in mind?”

“No, I just want to spend the day with you.” You sighed deeply. “I miss you.”

Spencer gulped. “Yeah, we haven’t talked much lately.”

“There’s so much I want to tell you.”

“Oh, yeah?” There he was again, trying to get you to talk.

‘I really like your lips’ echoed in his mind.

“Yep.” You hiccuped. “But we have all day tomorrow to catch up.” You hiccuped again. “What the—”

“What? What is it?” Spencer frowned. Your tone had changed drastically.

“I think he’s driving me somewhere else.” You lowered your voice.

“He's not driving you home?”

“No…”

His heart dropped to his stomach. There’d been abductions not long ago around your area—he’d warned you about it when they happened—but since they didn’t happen again, it didn’t make a case for the bureau.

Every horrible outcome came to his mind.

“Don’t hang up, okay? I’ll…” he immediately thought of Garcia. “I’ll have someone track your phone just— just don’t hang up, you hear me? Do not hang up.”

He put you on speaker while he searched for Garcia’s number.

“Oh, shit,” you laughed just when he was about to message Penelope.

“What? What is it?”

“I’m… I think I’m outside your apartment. I mean it looks familiar? But… I’m not home.”

“What?” He made his way to the living room and peeked through the blinds.

There was a taxi outside his apartment complex. The back door opened and there you were, struggling to get out.

Spencer breathed out relieved. “I’ll come get you.”

He didn’t hang up or question anything and marched downstairs to find you. You were standing with both hands clasped behind your hands.

“I gave the wrong address, I think.” You winced apologetically.

“You scared the crap out of me.” He enveloped you in his arms.

“Aw, don’t be.” You gave him a lazy pat on his back. “I know how to fight.”

“While being drunk?” He let go of you and smirked.

“Now there I’m at a disadvantage.” You raised your index finger to make your point. “But I would’ve fought nonetheless.”

“Hey, chick, you gonna pay or what?” The driver ducked his head out the open window.

“How much?” Spencer walked to him, pulling out his wallet.

“$13.45.”

Spencer got a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to the man. He looked oddly familiar. “Keep the change.”

“No, wait!” You yelled. “I have cash somewhere in my purse.” You dug inside your small bag.

Spencer placed his hand flat on your lower back and guided you inside, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that the driver left. He was sure he’d seen his face somewhere.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said.

He didn’t respond and hung one of your arms over his shoulders and wrapped one arm around your waist to help you go upstairs.

“I’ve always wondered why you don’t have an elevator.” You stumbled over a step, weighing Spencer down with you. “Whoops!” You laughed.

He tried his best to keep you both on your feet, holding you tighter. “It’s only a three-story building.”

“Right. But it would be very handy for this type of situation.”

“I’m the only person under thirty who lives here.”

“Case in point. Maybe they don’t come home drunk but knees. What about old people’s knees.”

Spencer had no answer to that and really laughed then as he opened the door. “We’re here.”

“It always smells like a library here.” You sniffed loudly. You let go of him and began to undress.

Right there.

“Whoa, why don’t you—” Spencer took his eyes off you, but you stumbled your way to his room, leaving a trail of clothes behind you.

He called your name and got no answer, so he went for you, looking everywhere but straight ahead in case you’d decided to rid yourself of every piece you were wearing.

To his surprise, you had already turned yourself into a cocoon under the bed covers.

At least you took very seriously what he once said about outside clothes on the bed.

The room was too bright even behind your eyelids. Your head was pounding—you were sure it was pounding already inside your dream. Your mouth was dry. So dry it hurt to swallow. You could still taste the tequila.

Memories from last night began to come in flashes. The party. A stranger’s tongue in your mouth. Regret. Disgust. Realization.

Spencer.

You jolted awake abruptly and a breeze sneaked inside the bed covers. A breeze that touched your skin everywhere. You lifted them and looked down on your body just to see nothing but your skin.

You were fully naked in Spencer’s bed.

“Shit.”

Panic rushed through you and your eyes immediately shot next to you. The other side was spotless. You closed your eyes and let out a relieved sigh.

“Good morning.” Spencer’s voice entered the room. He was leaning against the doorframe with a gracious smile.

You squeaked, bringing the bed covers up to your chin. “How long have you been here?” you asked.

“I live here.” He put a strand of hair behind his ear.

“I mean…” You closed your eyes for a moment. A sharp pain pulsed in your temples. “There, staring.”

“I just got here, don’t worry.” Spencer walked inside and gave you his back to riffle through his closet.

He was acting so normal. As if there wasn’t a naked woman in his bed.

“Spencer, how did I get here?” You asked.

He paused for a moment, turning around. “You don’t remember?”

“I… don’t remember much.”

He chose a shirt from his wardrobe and placed it by your feet. For you. “You gave the wrong address to the taxi.”

“How? I don’t even know—” you stopped mid-sentence. You did know his address. Once upon a time, when you first came to his place you memorized his address in case of an emergency. “Where did you sleep?”

“Couch.” He smiled, scrunching up his nose.

It looked like he was about to turn around and leave but you spoke again, and he stayed halfway in halfway out.

“Sorry, this is very embarrassing and so not like me.”

“I know, is something wrong going on?”

Him. Ever since he mentioned Austin, it was all you thought of. You’d gone out to distract yourself from thinking about him as someone else’s girlfriend.

“I guess I needed a distraction but chose the wrong kind of distraction. And the wrong people.”

“Well, you should take a shower so we can plan something for today.”

You quirked a brow. “What, you don’t work today?”

“I guess you don’t remember much of last night.”

“What?” you asked.

“No, I don’t work today. Or tomorrow.” He raised his brows, smiling.

Which was once in a lifetime.

“And you want to spend it with me?”

“Uh, yeah, why not?”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” You held the urge to roll your eyes.

“What? Austin? no, no she—” He looked away for a moment. “Not my girlfriend.”

It was hard not to get a sense of relief by hearing that.

“Well, I have to go home first. My clothes probably smell like tequila and cigarettes.”

“Already washed and dried.” He gestured with his chin at a chair by the window. There were your clothes, clean and folded. He didn’t want you to go home. He didn’t want to waste time. “Breakfast’s ready when you’re ready.”

He turned around again, and you spoke again.

“What else did we talk about last night?”

Spencer paused. “Nothing important.”

He then finally walked away and closed the door behind him.

You threw yourself back, sighing deeply, and stayed there for a moment. An intrusive thought began to invade you: about one day— someday not too far away—waking up in his bed like this, but this time with him next to you. You shook the thought away immediately and put the shirt on to make your way to his bathroom that luckily was right there inside his room.

It was a big bathroom and everything was so neat and in place. You’d never met a man that was this clean. And thoughtful. He’d left you a sealed toothbrush on the sink counter and Tylenol.

So you did that first, put the pills in your mouth, drank three cups of water, and hopped in the shower. If you were at your apartment, you would’ve taken a longer shower but this time you were showered and dressed in ten minutes—you chose the shirt he gave you instead of your own. It looked better. And it smelled like him.

You quickly changed the bedsheets—it was the least you could do—and made your way to the kitchen. The smell of food reached your tastebuds right away. You barely ate last night—probably the reason you got drunk too quickly.

Spencer was by the stove, facing away from you.

“What do you wanna do today?” He asked, turning around with a pan of scrambled eggs and placing it over the small table.

You hummed in deep thought.

“Would you go apartment hunting with me?”

Next chapter

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