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yesimwriting · 1 day
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Heyy idk if I was trippin or something didn’t you say in one of the bestfriend!felix blurbs that your gonna make a fic about Felix and reader? If you do make a fic about them can you let us know when it comes out!!!!
you’re not tripping at all!! if anyone is tripping it’s me for not having finished/posted it yet 😭
i have a google docs draft of a multi-chapter fic for them in the works,, when will it be up? um…
soon-ish, i’m sorry i don’t have any more specifics, but i’d rather not give a rough release date than give one and be wrong <3
i can say it will mostly be set during the summer,, like the movie and will follow some movie events but will also be a bit of a fix it fic and have scenes that i make up for fun <3
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yesimwriting · 1 day
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yall are absolutely eating up bestfreind!felix verse asks,, i love them all so so much <33
just wanted to let you guys know a lot of fun stuff is coming,, and to not get worried if it takes me a bit to get to your ask, finals is coming up and i'm starting the transition from niche internet micro celebrity to academic weapon
i'm not disappearing, i'm just keeping you guys updated bc i've gotten so many great asks recently
also this isn't me telling anyone to stop,, i love best friend!felix content and how much thought you all have been putting into it ♡
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yesimwriting · 2 days
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i get this vibe that best friend reader was a cheerleader in high school … https://pin.it/1OAic25B1 😋
was she popular in high school or not really?
omg!! love this and the jennifer inspo pic,, very bestfriend!reader with the uniform and the fun vibes lo
ik this is kind of a straightforward question but you've given me such a perfect opportunity to dip into character analysis/evaluation
but bc i have a long reply, i'll give a short answer here and my thought process (and some character discussion on saltburn in general,, more specifically on oliver and felix) below the cut;
short answer: reader was popular enough in a private school full of rich/extremely privileged kids, she wasn't running her high school, but she got invited to the fun activities bc she made friends with the students that were older than her, i kind of picture her like a smart karen if you've seen mean girls, kind of along for the ride with the popular kids but not actively working at it/being mean about it
but!! she's not fully aware of her popularity/influence on others,, which i think is her "major flaw",, which is something i think all (main) saltburn characters have (which is why they feel so real),, i'll discuss that below the cut :)
so something i love about saltburn is all of the (main) characters have a relatively clear flaw(s) that still leave some room for interpretation,, for example ollie and over indulging/consuming (he's "too much of a good thing" personified to me, i think the reveal that he comes from a pretty well off/financially comfortable family proves that taking too much is more of his issue than jealousy),
and felix is flawed in that typical rich kid way (he's a llittle weird in the way that influencer nepo babies are weird 😭 i'm sorry, i promise i still love him), he's so removed from poverty/struggle in a way that gives him a subconsciously self righteous ego, he's not naive but his perception of reality is warped, and in the end it's this belief that he's removed from real world dangers paired with his ego that catches up with him
so i wanted to do something similar with bestfriend!reader and in my head her "fatal flaw" is that she views herself as an underdog even though if you think about it,, she's not really
i want to make it clear it isn't a pick me thing!! at all! i see best friend! reader as not having the easiest childhood bc of some family things and it's not easy being openly smart in late elementary/middle school (especially in the 90s/2000s which is when she would have been that age...i think?)
so her insecurities are real,, but a part of her kind of embraces the "outsider" label bc it's familiar, she doesn't see herself as this polished, socialite despite being familiar with them and their world,, and even though she means it, to people that don't know her, it can be a little annoying to people more on the outskirts than her (cough, cough,, this is lowkey why oliver doesn't like her at first)
bc even though she's not as wealthy as felix and co,, and she's not fully embraced by his friends, she isn't this outsider that has no chance at getting in, people like her enough,,
it isn't perfect, but it's enough to get by, for example, people laugh at her jokes/comments, but usually, it's when she didn't mean to be funny; she always knows what to wear, but she doesn't always know what to say; she knows how to act at parties/knows how to be a fun "drunk", but feels awkward/under a microscope when at smaller things like dinners and group study sessions
also!! a little side note that i just think is fun, i think farleigh and reader's relationship is the marker of how well she's fitting in,, as soon as farleigh starts getting along with her, it's hard to deny that she's fitting in bc he's not easy to win over
i think all of this works as a point of contention between reader and oliver,, bc at first it's okay to hear "oh i get it,, it's hard to fit in with felix's friends" but that can only sound so genuine when farleigh starts calling reader over to hang out at parties and then later starts hanging out with them just bc
can also see reader having an identity crisis the day it's pointed out that she's friends with farleigh 😭 like one day another one of her friends asks her to do something and she's like "can't, i'm getting coffee and studying with farleigh later" and then it hits her like 😟
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yesimwriting · 4 days
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taylor drop the academia aesthetic album before finals season peaks 🙏🙏
i know we have another month to go before ttpd comes out but has she considered that i want to listen to it Now
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yesimwriting · 5 days
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¿Has pensado en publicar tus historias? Tienes buen estilo, me encanta todo lo que escribes sobre Jacob/felix 😍👏 ¿cómo es tu proceso creativo?
Saludos!
aw tu eres muy amable, yo siempre a querido publicar un cuento o libro mio :)
Mi proceso se concentra en dividir un idea en tres partes pequeñas, y cuando lo voy uniendo, se convierta en una cosa mas grande y completa. También me gusta mucho a escuchar musica antes de escribir para intender mejor los personajes y sus sentimientos.
chao!
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yesimwriting · 5 days
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When best friend Felix and reader kiss (not a kiss on the cheek or forehead) does reader ever initiate it? I kind of notices it usually Felix who does.
yes!! i just see felix as so touchy he'd kiss reader more out of instinct, but reader for sure kisses felix
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The washcloth is pressed against you temple. The fabric is dragged downwards, creating a damp trail from the spot above your left eyebrow to your chin.
Felix's expression pinches in concentration. He pulls the washcloth away from your face to examine the other side. His frown tells you all you need to know. "It's not coming off, is it?"
His lips part, and you mentally prepare yourself for the instinctual, teasing protests you're used to. "...Kind of," he admits slowly, his other hand moving to hold your chin. Felix is careful as he angles your head so that it's easier to examine his handiwork. "It's smudged."
He refocuses, the unmarked part of the towel finding a place near your jaw. You have to give him credit for even thinking of the makeup there. "Told you, it's not as quick and easy as it looks."
"And I told you," Felix counters, towel dipping beneath your chin, "I've got this."
There's such a heavy sense of determination in his voice, it's hard to not give into the fit of giggles attempting to crawl its way up your throat. This started as a joke, Felix insisting you could sit with him for five more minutes and you arguing that you needed to wash product off your face before the post-party sleepiness could kick in.
You grin, a small laugh slipping past your lips. Felix pauses, the cloth temporarily leaving your skin. "Lovie."
Another laugh. "What?"
"Hold still."
You can't remember a time in which washing your face relied so extensively on total stillness. Instead of pointing this out, you smile. "I am."
Felix frowns, fixing you with a look of such reprimanding disbelief you have to bite your tongue to keep from laughing again. You extend your arms, hands settling against his arms. "See?" Things feel a little less funny as his eyes meet yours. You swallow, chin raising a fraction of an inch. "Perfectly still."
He presses his lips lips together. There's something about his expression that you're not fully grasping. The awareness that you're missing something doesn't feel right. You focus on the set of his brow, on the look behind his eyes, on the way that his head angles itself forward so that he somehow feels even closer.
He moves slowly, lifting the rag to dab at the space beneath your eye. The unflinching care in his touch makes everything feel a little hazy. "Look up." It's instinct to listen. Felix drags the washcloth near your waterline. He's careful, taking his time in removing any remaining makeup. "Okay, y'can look down again."
Your eyes begin to flit downwards, but before they can land on something neutral, your eyes lock on Felix again. His eyebrows are still drawn together, his lips are now set in what almost feels like a pout. "Lex?"
The washcloth is dabbed against your forehead. "Hm?"
You're not sure where the overwhelming urge to be closer to him is coming from, you just know you're in no place to fight against it. "I'm going to move."
Instead of asking for a clarification or jokingly complaining about your warning, he moves the washcloth away from your skin. Felix rests his forearm against your shoulder, patiently waiting for you to follow through.
Before you can overthink, you shift onto your toes, leaning upwards until your lips are against his. Felix reciprocates immediately, his arm moving to press against your back. His free hand finds a place against the back of your head. You link your fingers behind his neck.
You drag your tongue against his bottom lip, savoring the faint taste of alcohol blending with something familiar and sweet. The result of the way drinking amplifies his hard candy addiction.
Felix leans closer, his weight pressing against you. It's instinct to take a partial step back to accommodate him. Your side hits something firm. The bathroom counter. His hands find your side, helping you lift yourself onto the counter. He takes a step forward, slotting himself between your legs.
When the need for air becomes dizzying, you pull back. Felix doesn't let you get far, turning his head to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth and then your cheek. Again and again until he eventually pulls away enough to rest his forehead against yours.
For a moment, there's only the sound of uneven breathing, and then Felix straightens enough to look at you. "What was--what was that for?"
You don't have an answer. At the very least, you don't have a coherent one. He was there and making you happy in that unjustifiably giddy way he does and somehow still so pretty beneath the harsh fluorescents of a dorm room bathroom. You wanted to, and knowing that Felix would reciprocate turned the offhanded desire into a need.
You shrug, ignoring the heat making its way up your neck. "You're very good at makeup removal."
Felix's hand finds your knee, thumb gently brushing against your skin. "Really? I've never done this before." His hand shifts upwards slightly, fingers squeezing the start of your thigh. "Must be a natural talent."
It'd be easy to point out the fact that he managed to lose the washcloth and that you're sure you look more like a raccoon than someone without makeup, but you're too content to bring those things up. You smile, settling on an only somewhat sarcastic, "Clearly."
His eyes narrow, a grin desperately trying to be anything else tugging at his lips. "No need for that tone."
"What?" Your voice comes out at a suspicious pitch. "You're doing a good job..." You trail off beneath Felix's steady stare. "...And I have to wash my face after anyway, so as long you're having fun."
Felix halfheartedly glares. "I'm doing all of it."
His resolve makes you laugh. Maybe he's tipsier than you thought. "You're going to wash my face?"
"Don't laugh." The sentence is followed by a huff of air that comes dangerously close to violating his own instructions.
You press your lips together in an attempt to seem serious, even here's a good chance Felix can see right through that. "Sorry." You decide, then, that you don't mind the thought of Felix attempting to complete your skin care routine for you. It's worth it. "You can wash my face."
Felix watches you skeptically, unaccustomed to your lack of arguing. "Okay," he says, straightening slightly, "Good."
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yesimwriting · 6 days
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look at my sims apartment!!
the pink bedroom is my sim's bedroom, the blue one is kind of lacking bc it's a general/guest room,, but it'll probably become a nursery later on so i didn't add too much to it (i might turn it into an activity room/office), and the beige room is living room/kitchen
also ignore the random light fixture placement 😭
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yesimwriting · 6 days
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Do you think best friend!reader would be more of a Gilmore Girls girly or Sex and the City girly? What would be her show🧐
might be a sign of my internal bias but i think gilmore girls!!
a lot of best friend!reader reminds me of gilmore girls tbh
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yesimwriting · 7 days
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do you guys want to see my sim’s apartment
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yesimwriting · 8 days
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Hii just wanted to know how to join your taglist, specifically for Saltburn
hi! i'll add you
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yesimwriting · 9 days
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can we get a felix angst where its not like felix causing the angst its the reader 😭 i dont know if I worded that correctly.but it’s always felix making the reader sad so maybe the other way around?
a/n we are giving felix a rough day >:)
i love queue,, i'm posting this and babysitting at the exact same time hehehe
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Three songs. You've been sitting at the bar, undivided attention focused on a guy that walked up to you for three songs.
You place your elbow on the bar's surface, angling your head upwards so that it's easier to direct a grin at the stranger. The guy takes a partial step forward, his hand settling on the counter, about an inch away from your skin. Felix can feel some muscle in his law lock. Three and a half songs now.
"You okay?" Annabel's voice is warm against his skin, soft and yet still clear despite the heavy music.
Felix lets his eyes fall shut, his hand settling against Annabel's side. The odd, hollow feeling creating a pit in his stomach has to be a result of the influx of alcohol in his system. Or maybe he's over extended himself, one too many parties and social activities during a week in which he had to complete several, time consuming assignments.
Your distance isn't making these things easier, which is an okay thing to feel. It's even a fact he feels no shame admitting to himself. You're his friend--his best friend--and the two of you came here together. It's only natural for Felix to feel irritated at the thought of being so casually dismissed.
There's also the usual, completely understandable, worry. You're a girl...and while Felix knows you're capable, strong willed, and brilliant, he also understands how guys are.
Sure, Felix might not know that particular guy, but that doesn't mean Felix can't see right through him. Nice hair cut, confident stance, a familiarity in the way he looks at you...
Felix opens his eyes. "I'm fine." He gently squeezes Annabel's hip. "You need another drink?" His eyes land on you. You're giggling now. Beaming. "I'm getting one."
His hand drops back to his side. Annabel's lips pull into a frown. "Sure. I'll have whatever."
He nods once, the motion absentminded as he walks forward. The crowd is a mesh of enthusiastic bodies, packed together too tightly on a too small dance floor. They don't seem to mind, too distracted by the discounted drinks and the prospect of the long weekend the deal is meant to celebrate.
Felix approaches the side of the bar you're sitting at even though the bartender's closer to the other side. He has all night.
He doesn't need it. After a few seconds, there's the squeak of a shifting barstool and something warm touching his forearm. "Lex." Your name for him slips past your lips enthusiastically. You grin at him. "You're here."
Felix's irritation is still sharp enough to make him consider gently pulling his arm away from you, but your touch is so assured and oddly settling. He also likes the thought of you being so willing to hold onto him in front of that guy. "Needed a drink."
You briefly press your lips together, a hint of uncertainty tinging your expression. "I could've brought you one." You let your hand fall away from Felix before crossing your arms on your lap. "And Annabel--she's with you, right?"
There's something pressed between the syllables of your secondary comment that Felix doesn't get. You and Annabel seem to like each other well enough, chatting comfortably during group get togethers. And it's not like Felix was ignoring you to talk to her, you wandered away and Felix ran into Annabel. "You seemed busy."
Your eyebrows pinch together. "Oh, I'm being rude." You shake your head once in an attempt to dismiss any social missteps. "Felix, this is James..." You turn your head, smiling at the guy that's been patiently waiting for this. "And James, this is Felix."
James isn't the first guy to accidentally stumble onto you. They have enough in common to be interchangeable. They all look at you the same way, like you're something to take. They don't think to approach you until late enough in the night to assume that you've had a few. However, there's one thing that unites them more than anything else, and that's the way they react to Felix.
As soon as it's clear that you and Felix are friends, that you're close, they're doing all they can to silently promise that they meant to offense. That they didn't know. That their intentions were perfectly innocent and would have never manifested themselves as anything if they had known that they were treading on unsafe ground.
"James is in my anatomy class." So he already knows you. "And Felix is my friend."
"Best friend." That's the comment that usually does it.
Felix studies James's reaction. There should be something indicating some form of regret or inferiority. Instead, James straightens his spine and tilts his chin upwards a fraction of an inch. There's something determined in the look. "Felix. Nice to meet you. Your friend's talked a lot about you."
The pit in Felix's stomach expands into a chasm. He had never let himself consider the possibility that someone would take you away from him.
You're a relationship person. If this were to go further than a bar chat, it'd turn into more than that. James would fall for you, because who wouldn't? And that--that'd be it.
A boyfriend wouldn't let you sleep in his bed. A boyfriend wouldn't let you get away with a few just because kisses at the end of long night outs. A boyfriend wouldn't understand the two of you enough to let things stay the same.
"Yeah," Felix manages, "Nice to meet you, too." He straightens, his posture reaching a rigidness that's usually reserved for formal events back home. "Y'know she's never really mentioned you, and I'm around her enough to know."
You throw him a look. "We were just talking about how we haven't really talked much this semester."
"Not a lot of room for conversation between labs." James extends a hand, his fingers brushing against your arm. "Though you wouldn't know that watching this one." James tilts his head in your direction. There's a fondness in his expression that has Felix's stomach turning. "Want to see stable hands? Watch her dissect a cat."
Felix doesn't miss the way your expression instinctually sours. Anything that involves cutting into something that once was alive makes you a little nauseous. He's had to subtly comfort you after more involved labs, smoothing circles against your back and assuring you it was all for a good cause.
"Y'know the only reason she's fast is because cutting into animals makes her a little sick." You angle your head upwards to frown at him. The amount of heartache dissection based labs bring you has always embarrassed you. "But I know what you mean, steady hands."
You tilt your head, squinting your eyes slightly in confusion. Felix doesn't think he's said enough to upset you, but then again, who knows what kind of image you want James to hold onto?
There's no way James from intro to anatomy knows you the way Felix does. There's no way he ever could. Letting go of desired perceptions is at the heart of your friendship.
"Let's get a round."
You pull your arm away from the counter. "Lex, we can--"
"C'mon." Felix keeps his voice as harmless as possible. He places a hand on your shoulder, thumb instinctually dragging against the side of your collarbone. "Let me get to know your new friend, Lovie."
James taps his fingers against the edge of the bar. "Yeah," he mumbles, "We're all friendly."
You don't ease, but you also don't say anything or attempt to push Felix's hand away. He waves down a bartender, ordering something from the top shelf.
Felix briefly thinks of Annabel and his promise to bring her something. The bar's too crowded for him to wave her over without leaving, and if there's one thing that isn't an option now it's that. She'll find them if she feels like it, and either way, she's not the type to be bothered by that kind of thing.
James downs his shot with an ease that has Felix wanting to roll his eyes. You're fighting against a grimace, the way you usually do when drinking certain hard liquors without anything to follow. Despite his irritation, Felix still smooths circles against your back.
One round turns into another, which eventually turns into a third. James is chatty, comfortable and unflinching in his place by your side. Something about James's inability to take a hint makes it harder to keep the drinking lighthearted.
"'Nother round?"
You shake your head, the motion exaggerated and sluggish. "I'm out."
The reaction is too tired and genuine to be a sign of anything else besides you having a little more to drink than usual. Felix should take it as a sign to let any passive aggression go. You'll be crawling into his bed, in one of his T-shirts, by the end of the night. There won't be any reason to worry about James then, when he gets to smooth back your hair and brush his fingers against your skin without concern.
But rationality feels too distant for Felix to grasp onto, especially with that gnawing feeling still attacking his stomach. "Come on, Lovie, you don't want to tap out early in front of your new friend."
Leaning back into your seat, you look at Felix openly. For a fleeting moment, there's something unnervingly sober behind your eyes. He can feel you seeing right through him. "Are you okay?"
Felix blinks. "Why wouldn't I be?"
You prop your head up on an elbow, eyebrows pinching together. The haze of alcohol's pulling at you again. "You seem...weird."
He doesn't have a good response. There's no good way to describe the unease that's making it hard to just stand there. Maybe tonight should've been a dorm room night. The two of you could be reading together right now or listening to music or falling asleep to some movie.
"I'm tired."
You frown. "You want to go?"
The thought of leaving with you, of ending this interaction all together is more comforting than the thought of going to bed. "Think so."
You reach forward, not quite reaching Felix's hand but coming close enough for him to get the hint. He intertwines your fingers.
You turn your head to look over at James. He frowns, feeling the impending rejection. "Felix is all grown up, I think he can get back to his room by himself."
"We came here together." There's a sharpness to your voice that has Felix easing slightly, like the thought of ever leaving him to fend for himself is inherently ridiculous.
"Yeah." James presses his lips together into what isn't quite a smile. "I'll see you around."
Felix squeezes your hand. You push yourself to stand. "Yeah, I'll see you."
The two of you stumble out of the nightclub and into a much quieter, stiller world. The moon illuminates the street more than the few streetlights.
You two are walking so close together it's hard to tell who's supporting who. You're leaning against him, but Felix's hold on you is so tight he's not sure he'd be able to walk straight without you. He decides it doesn't matter.
Felix stops walking. It takes you a second to still. Even though you're only half a step ahead, you still turn around fully. Before you can say anything, Felix leans forward, pressing his lips against yours.
It takes you a moment to catch up with what's happening, but once you do, you lean into it. Felix pulls away slowly, his teeth dragging against your bottom lip.
"What was that about?"
Felix can feel the answer in his bones. He wanted to kiss you to prove to himself that he could, that nothing had changed. Instead of admitting that, he shrugs. "You, I guess."
You laugh, tugging on his arm to get him to start walking forward, "You're drunk."
"And you love me."
You roll your eyes. "Very much."
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yesimwriting · 9 days
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https://pin.it/sVrY6ykLV
would best friend reader wear this?
YES YES!!
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yesimwriting · 10 days
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“It's sweet that your best friend's a girl, most guys would never; or, I love that you guys are good friends, most guys are only friends with girls they want to sleep with. That one tends to make him feel a pinprick of guilt.”
why is that? i’m slow😭
i was trying to allude to the fact that he does actually want to hook up with reader,, and obviously their friendship is different than guys pretending to like/care about girls as friends for the sole purpose of hooking up with them (bc he’s not faking their friendship at all)
...but if he thinks about it in that context a little too hard he feels a tiny bit sleezy lol
i hope that makes sense!!
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yesimwriting · 11 days
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greetings i just wanna say that ode to a conversation stuck in your throat is so bestfriend felix coded goodbye thank yew
music is such a key part to my writing process so i genuinely love this so much
also you are so right!! amazing bestfriend felix representation
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yesimwriting · 11 days
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does best friend!reader have a little jennifer check-esque to her? or at least fashion wise?
live laugh love jennifer’s body
yes yes yes!! the fitted heart hoodie, the prom dress (i’ve been thinking about it for years), the mini jean skirt and puffer jacket combo,, the cinematic smearing of foundation all over her face
and the living in their own world where they’re thriving while every other member of the narrative is dealing with chaos <3
also it hasn’t really come up yet but i can see bestfriend!reader having a “mean girl” streak that’s very jennifer coded if provoked lol
but what it girl doesn’t have a little jennifer check in her 🩷
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yesimwriting · 13 days
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best friends it's so true
hi oliveee <3 friendly reminder i love you lots
♡ elle
Elle and olive bestfriendism is what’s happening if u didn’t already know
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