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WHATS UR FAVORITE SONGS ⁉️⁉️

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I LOVE THIS QUESTIONNN

i have like 40 playlist but here is my spotify account and these are my top 5 (ignore all the playlists i didnt finish lmao)

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I was doing physics and I hit my head on my book

(Can u tell I say whatever)

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sorry this took so long for me to answer 🙁 but omg i hope ur okay??

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I wanna be ur friend but im scared 🧍‍♀️

sorry for the lateness 😿 but noo omg pls dont be scared im always up for new friends 😼

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hi everyone so basically ive just been really fucking !! exhausted !! and just been doing nothing but im gonna probably (hopefully) finish not easy either 2night or tmrw and answer some anons so yes love you guys 💓

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I'm literally about to crash out because I have a French exam TODAY and I HATE French 😭😭 I literally know nothing too

ALSO HEYY HOW R U ⁉️⁉️ I FEEL LIKE I HAVENT SEEN U IN A WHILEEE 😿😿

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oh my god no 😿 i HATE french

also im good! just been a bit hard to find motivation to write but i promise FIC SOON 😼😼

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the fraternity formal is this weekend, and shy!reader is completely oblivious to what's going on until her friend breaks the news to her.

"i'm gonna be gone next weekend, kid," chris announces to you suddenly, his voice breaking the quiet stillness of the room, and you shift slightly, moving your head to get a better look at him. he's sprawled beside you, his eyes glued to his phone, thumb scrolling through his instagram feed. "s'you don't have to come here."

the blankets cling to your glistening bare skin as you turn to face him fully, curiosity sparking within you. "how come?" you ask, your tone light but filled with genuine interest.

the sharpness of his gaze meets yours, a familiar hint of annoyance that signals you're being too nosy in his life and you frown slightly.

"you brought it up... m'just curious."

chris rolls his tongue across his teeth, a habit of his when he's trying to brush off a question as he returns his focus to his phone, scrolling mindlessly. "just some stupid fuckin' frat thing."

you ponder this, pursing your lips as you consider his words. "why are you going if you think it's stupid?"

"it's mandatory, kid. the frat will have my ass if i don't go." chris' tone is almost defensive, as if he expects you to understand. you really don't, but you choose not to press the issue any further.

instead, your mind wanders to the idea of a free weekend — one without parties, and drunken and high people. the thought makes you smile to yourself, already imagining the little things you could enjoy in the comfort of your own space and time.

chris seems to sense your silence and shifts his gaze to you, his eyebrow raising as he drops his phone onto the bedside table with a soft thud. "y'gonna miss me, kid?"

the question pulls you from your thoughts, and you blink, suddenly aware of the intensity in his eyes as he pushes himself up, moving to kneel between your legs, the warmth of his body pressing against yours.

his hands find your thighs, his fingers gripping the soft flesh as a smirk slides across his lips. he leans in closer, tilting his head to the side, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin as one hand glides down between your legs, his thumb pressing down on your already sensitive clit, making you jolt.

"she gonna miss me, bun?"

"chris.." you whisper softly, feeling your stomach flutter as your pulse quickens, your mouth parting with a gasp as he rubs slow, deliberate circles over your clit.

"yeah... she's gonna miss me."

for the next few days, thoughts of him going away next weekend slip from your mind. it makes sense, after all — it's not your business, and you're not particularly interested in anything fraternity-related.

but signs of what's to come should've started creeping in when you walked across campus one afternoon, the giggles and babbles of excitement from sorority girls echoing in the air as they boast about a wild weekend filled with parties, pretty dressed, alcohol, drugs, and sex.

the suspicion should've resurfaced again when you were out with kitty and nick, overhearing kitty mention a sleek black silk dress she wanted to buy for the weekend. (truthfully, you were just glad to be spending time with them to even think about what the weekend was about).

and before you could even question her about the reasoning why, nick was already letting out a dramatic scream, having accidentally spilled water all over his pants. he raised his sandal foot towards kitty's face that's drenched in water, showing her the disaster he created and she shrieked, shoving his foot away in horror as she exclaims about how vile feet were — making you giggle and completely forget about any lingering questions about the weekend.

you're now sitting at the kitchen table in your shared apartment, blissfully absorbed in your breakfast. the spoon clicks against the bowl as you scoop up creamy yoghurt and berries, savouring each bite without a care in the world. your friend, however, is a whirlwind of energy, darting back and forth as she huffs and puffs, searching desperately for something.

you only notice her dilemma when a loud curse escapes her lips as she trips over her own feet, stumbling slightly, and you raise your head from your bowl with a startled look, your eyebrows knitting together in concern.

"what are you doing?" you ask, your voice laced with curiosity.

"i'm trying to find my dress—the silk red one with the thin straps. have you seen it?" she exclaims, her tone a mix of urgency and frustration.

you shake your head in response, watching as her shoulders drop with a heavy and defeated sigh.

"fine, alright. guess the blue will have to do. fuck..." she then turns her gaze to you. "i don't know how you're so calm about this. have you already picked out your dress?"

now that immediately catches your attention, and you stare at her, confusion washing over your face. "for what?"

"for the weekend! we're literally leaving tomorrow," she laughs, but the humour fades into awkward laughing when she sees your blank expression. "the fraternity formal," she adds, her eyes narrowing slightly as if that should clarify everything.

you feel a knot in your stomach, "what fraternity formal?"

suddenly, her laughter completely dies down, and she stares at you, disbelief etched on her features, "did... chris not tell you about it?

the weight of her question hangs in the air, and a sinking feeling settles in your chest as the reality starts to dawn on you. chris hadn't mentioned anything about a formal, but he did say he was going away for the weekend. your mind races through the past few days, replaying snippets of conversations — how he brushed off your questions about his plans, the overhead chatter of sorority girls giggling about the weekend, and kitty wanting to buy a new dress.

all those vague hints about the weekend swirl together, forming the final picture.

"no," you murmur, the word heavy on your tongue. "no, he didn't say anything about a formal."

your friend calls out your name softly, a frown settling on her lips as she watches you turn to your breakfast. your appetite has gone, but you fight the urge to let the emotions knotting in your stomach to take over as you mindlessly swirl your spoon through the yoghurt, focussing on the movement as if it would distract you from the growing unease.

"i won't go," she declares quickly, sliding into the chair beside you at the table. "fuck the formal. i'll stay here with you, and we can—"

"stop.." you cut her off gently, shaking your head. "don't do that. it's okay.. nate invited you, right?"

"i.. yeah, but—"

"then go," you insist, a sad smile breaking through as your throat tightens. "i know he would really want you there."

there's a bittersweet ache in your chest as you speak, the words feeling heavier than they should. you genuinely want her to enjoy herself, even if it means facing a weekend that suddenly feels much more complicated.

she studies your face, searching for any hint of reluctance or sadness, but you try your best to remain a steady expression despite the thought of chris, the formal—of everything left unsaid—looms in your mind.

"are you sure?" she asks, her voice softening, concern flickering in her eyes. "because i will stay.."

"yeah," you reply, your voice steadier than you feel. "yeah, i'm sure. just... go and have fun. you'll enjoy it."

authors note. i will make a part two eventually before you ask <3

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hiii i love your fics can i be 🎸 anon

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yess ofc!! and tyy love youu 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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HIIII HRU ⁉️⁉️ ILY 😛😛

(btw I hope the colour thing isn't too much I like never send anons 💀)

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hiiiii, im good just tryna gain motivation to write not easy 😭 and dw ur good 💓💐

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YOUR THEMEEE OMGG ❤️❤️

I LOOVE CHRISTMAS THEMES BECAUSE LAST YEAR CHRISTMAS JUST WASNT CHRISTMAS-ING. SOMEONE THIS YEARS CHRISTMAS BETTER BE FUCKING GOOD.

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AAA TYYY OMGGG 💜💜🫶🏼🫶🏼 AND YESSS CHRISTMAS BETTER BE CHRISTMASING

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SO LIKE UR THE FIRST PERSON IVE SEEN ON HERE THATS LIKE AROUND MY AGE AND I WAS LIKE WHAAATTT

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NO CAUSE SAME I FEEL SO YOUNG ON HERE

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HIII CAN I BE 🌷 PLEASEEE

ofc!!!

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HOW ARE YOU LIV?? ALSO, WAS I YOUR FIRST ANON??

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im gooddd and yess you wereee

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hiii, I’m the same age as u and just wanted to say hi cause I thought you were really cool😭😭

AHH ILYYY AND IM SURE UR SUPER COOL TOO 😝😝😝💜💜💜

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HII! IM NEW TO YOUR BLOG BUT CAN I BE 🐈 ANON????

AHH YESS OFCC

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CAN I BE 👅 ANON PLEASEEEE.

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OH MY GOD?? YESS??

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