#c:syd

[colins-bridgerton]

kate's 365 days of ships:

day 43 elena alvarez & syd one day at a time

[wlwhq]

@wlwindie

"don't even fucking talk to me right now." syd was heated, trying to put some space between her and someone she thought she could trust. with a hard pivot, she looked back at the other to glare daggers at them. "are you kidding me with this shit? i'm out here giving you everything you want, being there for you, just so you could take advantage of me? what the hell is wrong with you?"

[frcnkievigo]

Snapping her gum and tilting her phone over towards Syd, Frankie wasn’t even concerned that she was showing him a dick pic she had received in a public space. She gave him a devious grin. “What do you think? I just got sent this, but it looks more like a thumb. Tragic,” she lamented, before locking her phone and turning to him. “Kind of resembles your tiny dong, I think. Did you trick Lana into sleeping with you? Blink twice if you’re holding her captive.” @ofmorrissey

[cvcilyjackson]

After hearing the gossip about Lana and Syd hooking up at the party, Brynn had barely been able to contain the hurt and rage she felt at knowing that he had slept with both her and her friend in the same night. She couldn’t even recognize her own hypocrisy, having slept with Lana and some random man later on that night. Once she was in his frat house, the girl made her way down to his room, combat boot kicking against the door as a way of knocking. Once he opened up, she gave him a strained smile, the kind she only gave when she was about to tear into someone. “Hey. I had fun last night, Syd. Really, had a great time with you,” she told him, messy dark hair hanging in waves around her face. “You have a good time with Lana too? Bet she fucked you real good.” @sydmorrissey

[frankie--miller]

[It's a week before Frankie dares to venture from his room again, for anything other than to go to therapy or get food. At least, it's roughly a week. He lost track of time. He walks down to the rec room, a limp in his step, though it's barely noticeable. A glance around, finding an empty little corner for him to hide with a book. He can't keep looking at the same four walls in his room. As bad as it is, the rec room is an improvement. Kinda.]

[frankie--miller]

Can I go home yet?

I miss coffee... and real food.