ʿ˓ˎ༽𖦹༼ˏ˒ʾ

I’m just winging it…heh

[reddenedwings]

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

INTRODUCTION

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Hi!! I’m Key, I go by any pronouns, and I’m bi. 🇲🇽🇺🇸

I’m a new writer, but I’ll always be open to suggestions! Pointers are appreciated, just don’t be rude :)

I hope to make stuff a lot of people enjoy, from all my interests ⊹⟡

I try not to be too inconsistent but I honestly write when I feel like it </3

All of my pictures are from pinterest, you can find the sources of my dividers in my liked posts!

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MASTERLIST

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☆ ART

☆ THE LAST OF US

☆ CALL OF DUTY

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𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

[reddenedwings]

Y’all I’ve been SLACKING…I lowkey haven’t written in at least two weeks 😭

I keep saying I’ll finish the request but idk how to end it… I’m gonna try locking in though for at least the request and another chapter of what a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

my toxic writing trait is imagining the scene in my head in long, full cinematic detail and then writing: “they fought. it was intense.”

[reddenedwings]

Oh I am feeling PRODUCTIVE this week…

[reddenedwings]

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

PLEASE DON’T HANG YOUR HEAD AND CRY

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summary : reader thinks they’ve found a manageable safe-haven, isolated from most civilization. up until they feel anxious, like they’re being watched. they eventually identify the source of their anxiety, and it isn’t exactly pleasant at first.

word count : 2k

taskforce 141 x male!reader, violence, post apocalypse, profanity, weapons, angst, no eventual smut/romance, possible mischaracterization, mentions of death, no use of y/n, reader’s background involves knowledge about weaponry and survival skills, reader is at least 25+, takes place in southern usa, implied accents

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a/n : this is my first cod fic ever so bare with me…stepping out my comfort zone for this one. lmk if you think i should alter something!

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It’d been a week of relentless rain, as if the world was spilling its tears for the thousands of deaths worldwide. It’d only been around a month of this mess. People panicked so much they turned quick, civilization fell right along with them.

The second you saw the news and saw the catastrophe for yourself, you threw your life in a bag and drove off to where you thought it’d be isolated this time of year. Though you were wrong and eventually evaded your spot. Driving your old truck until you could no longer. Eventually, you found yourself in a lakeside cabin.

You’d taken refugee in that cabin for a week and a half, helping yourself to its contents. You managed to have a couple of hot meals, due to spending a couple of your days fishing. You were wary about how often and long you lit a fire, because in reality you didn’t really clear out much of the forest around you. Though now because of the rain, any hopes of a fire were extinguished.

The rain was harsh, plopping down obnoxiously loud on the roof. The amount of it was worrying, since there was a definite chance the lake could flood for a couple days. And with how close to the water you resided, it was a true concern.

Now, you were sat on the front porch on the cabin you now called your own. A pistol remained strapped to your thigh for protection, one you managed to snag during the beginning of your ‘expedition’ for safety.

Your eyes watched over the view in front of you, mapping out the trees and looking for any potential uninvited visitors.

You had felt your anxiety grow the past couple of days, as if you could feel eyes on you every now and then. It was off-putting, because you made sure to survey the land around you frequently. Fortifying it here and there, doing the best you could with the minimal equipment you possessed.

The only sounds that filled your ears was the relentless downpour, and the sound of the wood creaking underneath your bouncing leg.

Soon, a new noise fills your ears, the sound of scuffling bushes and leaves. This sends you into high alert, your feet firmly planted on the wooden floor beneath you as you stand from your chair.

Your hand cautiously reaches for your weapon, and you make your way to investigate. Bracing against the rain, you raise a hand over your eyes. Twigs snap underneath your feet as you carefully maneuver over the mass of wet leaves.

You approach the general source of the sound, and eventually your eyes catch sight of movement. Before you know it, a small figure emerges from the leaves, scurrying past you and underneath the porch you previously abandoned.

“Oh hell.”

The words softly escape you while you turn to follow the figure you assume is an animal. The closer you get, you realize it’s a cat. It retreats into the darkness once you approach. You sigh at its reluctance to come out, deciding to leave it be.

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So now you’ve found yourself soaking wet and dripping everywhere, going through your food supplies. Eventually you manage to scrounge up something edible, and settle it inside of a small bowl.

Once you deemed it as something you were willing to spare, you brought it outside and settled it on the porch. The cat was nowhere in sight, but you decided once you stayed inside, it’d eat it.

You then stood to watch the sun set. You used to not care much for sunsets, they were pretty and all, but they didn’t have much meaning for you prior. But after being so deep in nature, you admired the orange tinted overlay. The way the waves sparkled under the sun, and how the moon rose to give everything a blanket of cool tones.

After a couple moments of peace, you retreat inside. After securing your front door and doing your rounds to make sure you were as safe as possible, you changed your clothes to dry ones, and made your way to bed.

You relaxed on the mattress, the comfort of laying down soothing some of your dull aches. The consistent rain causing you to fall asleep much faster than you anticipated.

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You were met with a searing sense of anxiety as soon as you woke up. Despite this, you did your morning rituals. Even coincidentally found a portable stove stuffed in a cabinet, which you used to make some pretty shit coffee. You drank it regardless, carrying it with you while you prepared for the day.

You could hear that the rain let up overnight, by now it was only sprinkling if anything. You abandoned your mug on the coffee table when you crouched down the pull on your shoes. While slipping on a jacket, you opened the door to step outside.

To your slight surprise, the bowl you left for the cat was empty. You looked around for it almost immediately, and found it sitting on the far end of the porch, settled on the railing.

It stood up straight once you approached it, you could see it was being wary of what you might do.

“Mornin’, kitty.”

You showed a soft smile as you reached a hand out for it to sniff. After a couple moments of uncertainty, it nudged your hand with it’s head.

“Well. aren’t you sweet.”

You let yourself relax for the moment, petting the cat lovingly. It was willingly being pet, up until it jumped and ran away.

“Damn.”

You muttered to yourself, watching it scurry into the bushes. And just as you went to turn around and go back inside, you were met with a gruff unfamiliar voice.

“Mornin’ neighbor.”

You swore your heart dropped to your ass, though you turned around anyway. Your hand instinctively moving to take a hold of your sidearm. But once you were facing the source of the sound, you noticed you were in fact outnumbered. And definitely not on the upper hand.

“Drop your weapon on the ground. We just want to talk.”

Ordered one of the four men stood surrounding your porch’s entrance. They all had weapons trained on you, and your first assumption was that they were military issued. They were decorated in things that just screamed military, from the vests to the way they stood.

You shifted your weight to one leg, you were certainly strong, but definitely not strong enough to take on 4 men your size. With a small huff of disbelief, you carefully removed your pistol from its holster. Throwing it in front of the one closest to you, who was standing at the bottom of the steps. Which resulted in a soft thud from it hitting ground so hard.

“You don’t sound like you’re from here. At all.”

The one who was speaking to you displayed a small smirk, before motioning for the man closest to you to retrieve your weapon and for the rest to lower their own weapons.

“We don’t mean to come up on ya so harshly, but we want to form an alliance.”

“Y’all don’t seem like you really need an alliance. Especially out here.”

You quipped, you let your hands remain visible to the four, watching the one with the mohawk pocket the gun you surrendered.

“We’ve been watching you ever since your arrival, and you don’t seem like you’d be a liability. We’re just givin’ ya the chance to have a few less enemies.”

He was ignoring half of what you were saying, which was starting to irritate you. You looked over the group, taking in their contrasting appearances.

“Why don’t we sit? There’s a picnic table out back.”

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Now you were all settled, guns no longer drawn. You now knew their names and them yours. Kyle was sat next to you, on the far edge of the bench facing you. Johnny and John were across from you, with John in front of you. While Simon stood between Johnny and Kyle at the end of the table to your left.

The tension radiating off the five of you, though with the weapons put away, you felt a bit better about the situation.

“We wanted to greet you before you greeted us. Didn’t want any unnecessary bloodshed.”

You could tell John had some authority over the rest, as he was doing most of the talking. The others occasionally nodding along.

“…Right.”

You looked between them for a couple of moments, trying to decide how you wanted to go about this. This seemed odd to you, because you felt as though you were being recruited. But it was obvious they were influencing the fact that they had the high ground.

“How did you plan to go about this, alliance?”

“Just want to be friendly neighbors. You seem to have some useful skills, we have useful equipment. If all goes well, we could all work together to fortify this area, defend it. And obviously provide resources.”

Kyle was the one to speak this time, his voice was softer in a sense, but he was just as straightforward as the other man.

You nodded along with his words, he wasn’t wrong, it was be beneficial and you could work a system. Better than being the odd one out when being in such a close proximity.

“Have y’all seen how it is out there? Left anytime recently?”

“Mmh. It’s a hell’ofa lot worse than it was. Military here’s workin’ to gather survivors and all, they’re resilient. Couldn’t say the same for us. We lost all o’ our contacts.”

Johnny explained to you, you took notice of the thickness of his accent. In the back of your mind you felt like you were unlocking new aspects of their characters.

“So y’all aren’t from here?”

John nodded his head, sitting up straight and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Back on the alliance. What do’ya say?”

You pondered the situation for a few moments, you truly felt like you were going into this blindly. These men were surely far older than you, with obvious military experience under their belt. And since it felt you didn’t have much of a choice, you agreed.

“Yeah, alright. As long as there’s no plans to kill me off.”

The Scottish man let out a slight snicker, a smile residing on his face.

“Alright then.”

John held put a hand for you to shake, and you took it. You could sense the tension die down, even a little relief.

“You know this place well?”

A new voice, which belonged to Simon. You noticed a shift in his stance as he brought his hands up to rest on his vest straps.

“Well enough. I know where a map is, that’ll lead us back to the nearest towns. My hometown isn’t far from here.”

You received a pleased nod from the man, and another from John. You could tell they were going to be using your knowledge often.

“We’re just up the hill. We’ll come back in a day or two, we need to survey the area, make sure there isn’t any infected, or people.”

He explained his plan as he made his way to stand, the others eventually following in suit.

“Alright. If any of you eat fish, I’m sure I could get some by afternoon. I have spices and all, it’s not half-bad.”

Johnny’s expression seemed pleased at the offer, and his hands fell to settle inside his jeans pockets. Kyle also look intrigued while looking at the others for their reaction.

“‘Suppose we’ll come back down then, ‘least I will. I’m a pretty good fisherman if you’ve got rods to spare.”

Johnny spoke with a grin on his face.

“Plenty. I’ll get right on it in an hour or two.”

You smiled and John nodded, you said your goodbyes and so did they. You retreated to your cabin and they starter their small journey back to theirs.

You hoped it wouldn’t rain again, and you sure as hell hoped they weren’t fucking with you.

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This lowkey didn’t go how i wanted to but…I’m thinking of making part 2 their pov, hope y’all didn’t hate this tho…!

[reddenedwings]

My biggest fear is that I write like a 6th grader…I feel like I need bigger words and better adjectives, or that I’m too scatterbrained when putting scenes together 😭

[pyr0nie]

a man

[avokadyshka]

This is Brazil, baby! ☀️

I'm obsessed with this duo ⬇no text ⬇

[reddenedwings]

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

BACK TO MASTERLIST

* = working on 🐞 = fluff ♥️ = smut 🪓 = angst

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CALL OF DUTY

☆ PLEASE DON’T HANG YOUR HEAD AND CRY [Taskforce 141 x male!reader] 🪓

⊹ Part 1

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[ohclaire]

Everytime I even think about writing on ao3…something preemptively reminds me I shouldn’t

[brainstreams]

[moody-alcoholic]

Ghost covers his face to keep anonymity but has his tats on full display.

Okay then.

[mysterious-gizem]

[reddenedwings]

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WHAT A WICKED THING TO DO, TO LET ME DREAM OF YOU pt. 4

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summary: reader tries to ignore ellie after the cookout, feeling disappointed with the outcome. her friend notices and suggests to hang out.

word count : 2.3k

ellie williams x dina woodward, fluff, wlw, light drinking, club setting, profanity, no use of y/n, i’m trying my hardest to keep reader neutral with no specific features!!———————————————————————

It had been a week since the cookout, you had received a couple of messages but you ignored them for the most part. Simply dryly reacting to every few messages.

It’s not like you completely ghosted her. You were really just bummed she had a girlfriend. You had thought she was flirting, trying to get to know you. But you think that was simply you getting ahead of yourself.

So now, a week later on a Saturday, you find yourself getting dressed up for the club. Your friend, Marcelene, had texted you early morning about going clubbing a couple hours after her work.

She’d noticed you seeming bummed, she tried to get it out of you for days until you finally gave in. So instead of feeling you feeling salty forever, she decided to get you out. Throw yourself out better and have more fun than you would’ve with Ellie, or that awful date you had the day you met her.

And now you were almost ready. You wore a turquoise dress, which displayed an array of shimmers. You’d pulled on some black tights, and some matching turquoise heels. You were decorated with various bracelets and a necklace of your favorite precious metal.

You let your hair lay somewhat natural tonight, simply just the basic products to enhance and give your hair a nice look to it. Lastly, you were currently applying the finishing touch of glitter on your eyelids. Seconds after, you received a text from Marceline.

“I’m pulling up! Be ready in 10 or I’m leaving you <3”

You glanced over towards the phone with a sigh, before settling down your makeup brush on your vanity and stepping back to look at yourself in the mirror. You stood for a couple of moments before grabbing your favored perfume and gave yourself quite a few sprays.

Eventually, you grabbed your phone and slipped it into your dainty black purse. You eventually hurried out the door and towards the slick white truck your friend possessed and cherished. You pulled open the door and flashed her a smile as she looked at up you.

“You look gorgeous.”

She wore a shimmery plum dress, who was much more decked out in glitter than you were. Her curls were well defined and free, you could see in the light that she’d even put glitter in her hair.

“Hiii! So do you. I’m glad you put in some effort, I was scared you’d half-ass it.”

Marceline smiled, holding a hand out to assist you into the hefty truck, to prevent you from potentially breaking an ankle. After you were settled, she shifted the truck into reverse and started to pull out of the parking lot.

“I hope tonight goes well.”

Marceline smiled at your comment and nodded in acknowledgment and agreement, before fiddling with the radio stations.

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After what felt like an eternity, the two of you pulled into the parking lot of a lively club. You could tell Marceline put effort in taking you here, because it was practically out of town. It was still the somewhat early hours of the night, so most of the people still were pregaming.

“Okay! So the goal tonight’s just to have fun and let loose. We can be attached at the hip if you want to.”

Marceline shut off her truck and abruptly shifted in her seat to face you, her hands settled on the center console.

You smiled and rolled your eyes at her persistence and teasing, you then shifted your body slightly to face her.

“We don’t need to be hip-to-hip. Stop acting like I went through a break up, it isn’t that serious.”

“Girl, that’s the first time I’ve seen you so stuck on a masc lesbian. It is that serious! Anyway, I’m dd. So have at it with the drinking. I’ve got your back.”

She smiled, perking up in her seat while still explaining the game plan. She reached into her purse and grabbed her favorite lip gloss, efficiently applying it in the mirror.

“You make me sound like an alcoholic! I’m probably not going to have much anyway. Are we planning on eating first?”

You retaliated while situating your own makeup, checking your phone before securing your belongings in your purse.

“Oh! I figured we could just get a snack while inside, if we’re not exhausted by the end we can stop somewhere on the back.”

You nodded in response and glanced at yourself in the car mirror before facing her once again.

“We ready to go? We better eat before it hits 11.”

She nodded with an even bigger smile and situated her belongings, before exiting the car and hopping out with a clack of her heels hitting the concrete.

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The two of you were now sat at the bar, finishing up the light snacks you both ordered. You were talking away when a couple of groups came inside back to back. The dance floor was starting to get filled and better music began to play.

Eventually, just as you were about to get up from the bar and onto the dance floor, a man approached the two of you. You locked eyes with Marceline before taking in the bright smile the man was flashing your way.

“Good evening ladies,” he started, staying a respectable distance away as his hands shifted to his hips, he briefly bowed his head to you before his eyes landed on Marceline. “I saw you from way back there, and I just wanted to shoot my shot and ask if I could buy you a drink.”

“Oh! I’m okay, I can buy my own drink, thanks.”

Her words seemed to near instantly stun the man, he shifted his weight onto one leg in uncertainty as he processed her not so eager response. After an awkward second of silence, he peeled his eyes from her and glanced towards you.

“And what about this beautiful lady here?”

You blinked at him while mustering up a response, his initial appearance still catching you off guard.

“Uhh, I’m alright. Sorry.”

The man stood there for another few awkward moments, before his smile fell into a much more forced small one. He nodded and began to make his way into the crowd.

“Good night, then.”

Once he was out of earshot the two of you looked at each other and let out a shared giggle. The both of you slipping from your stools and standing next to each other.

“God, that was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

You smiled as you held her hand in your own and motioned towards the bustling crowd.

“His smile faded so quick!”

Marceline giggled in response as she leaned into you with another giggle erupting from her. Once she regained her composure, she let you lead her to the dance floor.

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After dancing for quite a while, you two found yourselves right back at the bar, Marceline sat with a Sprite and you a Water. The two of you were chit chatting away as you wallowed in your cooldown.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink? I’m surprised you’re so keen to raw-dogging this.”

She asked you while mindlessly stirring her straw in her drink. Her eyes on yours and you glanced at the fizziness of her drink.

You peeled your eyes from her drink and looked into the crowd, absentmindedly scanning the room while you huffed out a reply.

“I’m fi—“

You hardly got a word out when your heart dropped to your ass, you could see distinctly through the crowd a very specific hair cut. Even catching a glimpse of a familiar tattoo when an arm raised to caress another girl’s.

“Oh fuck.”

Marceline raised a brow, waiting for you to elaborate briefly before trying to follow your line of sight. After a couple seconds of her trying to locate the source of your unexpected words, she let out a shocked laugh.

“Shit! Is that her?”

You sighed in defeat, looking away and shifting on your stool so your back was face away from her direction.

“Just go ahead and order me a drink.”

You relented, letting your face drop in your hands as you sat there in disbelief.

Your friend laughed, and in agreement eventually caught the attention of the bartender snd asked them to get you something simple.

Soon enough a glass was slid in front of you and you let out another small sigh before taking a greedy first sip. Eager to suppress the urge that would ruin your night.

“God, of all people! I don’t mean to make it worse but I think that girl with her, is her girlfriend.”

“Don’t remind me that they have a whole kid.”

You spoke in between another sip, soon settling the glass on a coaster and taking a deep breath to compose yourself.

“Sheesh. I don’t think you told me that.”

Her smile softened as she looked you over, noticing how your whole demeanor shifted at the sight of Ellie and her girlfriend. Soon enough, she urged you to finish your drink.

“Come on. Finish that and let’s get back out there. Fuck her, we can still have fun.”

Marceline slipped from her stool and stood up. Her hands lifting to rest on her hips as she moved to fix your hair while you made a persistent attempt to down the rest of your small glass.

You made a small face at the feeling that followed you near chugging the rest of it, but soon disregarded it and let the feeling settle. You nodded and stood yourself, dusting off your dressing causing a bit of glitter to fall onto the floor in front of you.

“You’re right. We didn’t come out here for nothin’.”

You slipped your arm under hers and intertwined them once you were steady, making the move the lead the way into the bustling crowd of men and women.

Eventually you found yourselves letting the music guide you both. It made you feel much better to see how much fun Marceline was having, the way her curls bounced and her jewelry jingled. You allowed yourself to be free in the same way, dancing to the music that was progressively improving the later it got. Reveling in the liveliness of the setting before you.

Though soon enough, you realized the amount of liquids you had built up over time, so you took the moment to excuse yourself to the bathroom. Insisting that you’d find her right after, and that she should have a moment to mingle with some others.

You pushed yourself through the crowd, making a failed attempt to not touch or be touched by people as you went on. Without your recognition, Ellie had seen you almost immediately. The glitter you doused yourself in catching her eye as you were a couple feet away from her. Without your knowledge, she nearly called out to you, before realizing where you were going, and excusing herself as well.

Once you finished your business, you exited your stall and made your way to the sinks. And to your surprise, Ellie was waiting for you on the far end.

You tried to seem surprised, as you approached one of the sinks a couple down from her. Flashing a small smile as you turned on the faucet to wash your hands.

“Oh hey Ellie. Funny seeing you here, it’s quite the drive.”

“How’ve you been? I haven’t heard from you in a couple of days.”

She spoke while taking a couple steps toward you and leaning against the counter with her hands sliding into her front pockets.

It took a lot for you to not take a step away, but you soon took the opportunity to once you moved to dry your hands.

“Oh I’ve been alright. Just busy.”

You tried to act calm and collected, but the little bit of alcohol in your system left your cheeks to be dusted with a tint of blush, and an awkward giggle to escape you.

The girl before you seemed to ponder over your response, looking you over as you moved to take your lip gloss from your purse.

“Just be honest with me, did I give you some wrong signals? It feels like you’re ignoring me, I’ve noticed I tend to come off the wrong way.”

You peeled your eyes momentarily from the mirror, and over towards her.

“…I guess. I wasn’t really expecting you to have a girlfriend, and definitely not one with a kid.”

After the words left your mouth, your lips stilled and you carefully applied the applicator to your lips.

She left out a small huff of disappointment, before slipping her hands out of her pockets to hold them together in front of her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lead you on. You’re really nice, and pretty. It’s my fault, I should’ve told you, especially since I knew you were into girls.”

You could see her gaze drifting from you and to other things in the bathroom, as if she was trying not to be overly awkward about it.

You smiled softly once you were finished with your lip gloss, dropping it back into your dainty purse and zipping it up.

“I appreciate that, but it’s alright. I think I got a little too excited. You’re great, too.”

She nodded in acknowledgment, before standing up straight. Her left hand moved to reside in her pocket.

“Well…I’m still all for being friends. You’re really fun to talk to and be around.”

You nodded back and let the words hang in the air as you shifted your body weight onto one foot.

“I guess I should get back. Have fun…hope you’re not driving.”

She teased, commenting on your obvious tipsiness. She lifted her hand to pat your shoulder in a friendly way, before making her way to the exit of the bathroom. She then abruptly stopped and turned back around to face you, which caused you to look over your shoulder.

“You do look really nice by the way.”

She flashed you a smile, before pushing the door open and letting the noise from outside seep into the quiet bathroom. You gave a small smile back, which soon dropped once she exited. A small huff escaping you as you glanced towards the mirror.

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I looked it up and saw turquoise was a universal color so sorry if you hate turquoise… I’m hoping I’ll be able to write some more tomorrow 😭

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[reddenedwings]

Did this for fun!!! Bottom half is my beloved Gary Roach Sanderson….I need to watch some more gameplays.

I wanna expand my comfort zone in writing but I’m too lazy for allat right now 😭

[lackadaisies]

this is killing me 😭

[reddenedwings]

Painting is finally finished! Not everything turned out how I wanted it to due to only having so long to finish it, but I like how it came out!

p.s. I’m working on the request the next couple of days…