I have no specific ask, just a generalised desire for you to write things. Seeing you share things today has made me actually giddy.
Please tell me you know how good you are!
P.S You are already fully aware of my feelings on the rope fic.
^^actual picture of me rn 😅
as a thank you for such a lovely message and a continuation of the wip meme, here's a snippet from the will be finished someday if it kills me next chapter of the rope fic:
The pub round the corner has a back room that’s just about big enough for everyone in the class, the small room amplifying the volume of the chatter as they all place orders and find seats. Bernie snags spots for her and Olivia on a long bench against the wall, smiles gratefully as her friend hands her a whiskey.
“Is this seat taken?”
Bernie doesn’t know how she missed Serena approaching. Must’ve been the crowd, she thinks inanely, any sort of reasonable response entirely escaping her.
Her hesitation lasts long enough that Serena’s face falls a bit, smile tight, and her weight shifts, clearly on the verge of walking away. A painfully sharp elbow in the ribs shakes something loose in Bernie.
“Yes!” she yelps, glaring at Olivia. “I mean, no, it’s free. You’re welcome to join us, uh- of course.” As if to prove her point, Bernie slides over, crowding Olivia into the corner in order to open up more space on the bench.
Serena accepts the seat with a smile, and Bernie just focuses on breathing steadily, keeping her expression neutral as Serena’s thigh presses against her own. It doesn’t help that she can practically feel Olivia vibrating with excitement on her other side. For what has to be the millionth time Bernie regrets admitting her crush on Serena to Olivia and Anna after one too many whiskies. They’ve been teasing her ever since, coming up with increasingly ridiculous schemes to push her and Serena together despite all of Bernie’s protests.
“I hope you both enjoyed the class,” Serena says, taking a sip from her glass of wine. The tip of her tongue swipes along the rim, wiping all the words from Bernie’s mind.
“Absolutely! We had a great time.” Olivia’s elbow digs into Bernie’s bruised ribs pointedly. “Right, Bernie?”
“R-right. Yes. It was, um, very…educational.” Heats floods Bernie’s face, Olivia coughing something that sounds suspiciously like a laugh.
“That’s good to hear,” Serena says, eyes sparkling with humor. She opens her mouth as if to say something else, but a bout of raucous laughter from across the pub interrupts.
A group of the other students descends, asking Serena for her opinion on something or other, and Bernie can’t help her disappointment as she’s pulled away with only a regretful backward glance.
“Nice one, Wolfe,” Olivia drawls, tapping her beer bottle against Bernie’s glass in a mock toast. “Very smooth.”
“Oh piss off.” Taking a swallow of her whisky, Bernie slumps back in her seat, tries stop her gaze from returning to Serena over and over.
Two whiskies later, she makes her way through the crowd to the door, desperate for a smoke. The cool night air is refreshing after the heat of the pub, and Bernie can feel some of her tension fall away as she takes her first slow drag.
“I don’t suppose you have another one of those you’d be willing to share?”
Bernie turns sharply, finds Serena’s somehow snuck up on her again. It takes a moment for the question to process, and she fumbles in her pocket for the pack, lit fag dangling from her lips. Eventually she is able to hand a cigarette to a somewhat bemused Serena.
“Can I get a light?”
“Oh, right.” She retrieves her lighter, cupping her hand around it to shelter it from the breeze as she flicks the wheel. Warm golden light spills across Serena’s features as she leans in, inhaling until the tip of the cigarette glows cherry red. A matching spark of warmth flares in Bernie’s belly, and she swallows hard, hiding her blush with another calming drag.
“Oh, I needed that.” Serena leans in, conspiratorially, and Bernie catches another hint of her perfume beneath the smoke. “I don’t actually smoke, but sometimes after a few drinks there’s nothing like it.”
Bernie hums in agreement. She knows she should say more, but its as if she’s suddenly forgotten every word she’s ever known. The companionable silence between them gradually turns awkward, and Bernie searches her mind desperately for something to say that’s not about the weather, until Serena comes to the rescue.
“I have to tell you, it’s been a pleasure having someone my own age in the class for a change.” She glances towards Bernie for a split second, dark eyes unreadable. “I appreciate the younger students’ enthusiasm, but it does make one feel rather like a fossil at times.”
“You’re hardly a fossil, Serena,” Bernie says without thinking, and the smile she gets in response takes her breath away.