#not trying to be poetic its just a lil realization 😭

[tom-whore-dleston]

OH MY GOD I-I-I- DSGALKDGLAKHGHDAG

I am sosososososo happy you wrote for the challenge bc this is perfection!!! Honestly, if it weren't for the way you write Layla so poetically, I probably wouldn't simp for her as much as I do now. So thank you for making me fall in love with this gorgeous woman hehe 🙈🙈🙈 also I am obsessed with the fact that the moodboard has a purple theme bc its my fave color!! idk if you knew that already and intentionally made it purple or if its just a coincidence but either way I love it 💜💜💜

"Here, this one is free. I just was trying to separate my clothes. You know how it is, if I don't use different loads on whites and multicolors and blacks I think my mom will show up to yell at me."

omg I can just imagine her being all shy and awkward but in a cute way I love 😍😍😍 my mom would totally do the same thing tho ahahah

"Just being your friendly laundromat gal."

jdghadhghgj I just love this cute lil dork 🥹🥹🥹

"So no name?" She laughs a little realizing you are probably tired. It's late in the afternoon after all.

"Oh, no, sorry, I got distracted. Yeah, I got a name. Y/N."

lol I would totally get distracted too xD

Maybe some happiness could come after a long day and a beautiful stranger could become one with your heart long before you realized it. Maybe those were the strings of fate getting pulled together. Maybe just maybe you had found your one.

THISSSSS!!!!! OH MYG OD I AM 😭😭😭😭 This was so beautifully written, you must share your secrets to writing such poetic lines like this

THANK YOU THANK YOU 3000 for sharing this piece for my challenge💜💜💜💜 I love you more than I can put into words 🫶🫶🫶🫶

encounter

Pairing: Layla El Faouly x g/n reader (no specifications!)

Word Count: 700 words

Summary: Conversing with strangers have never felt so right.

Author’s Note: written for my love's @tom-whore-dleston meet cute challenge, I used the prompt "using the washing machines next to each other at the laundromat". Jordan I'm always wishing you nothing but the best, ily <3

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You sucked in a deep breath as you pushed the door open to the local laundromat, one big basket underneath your arm. Running late once again as work kept you overtime because "nobody quite cleans you do" so now you were rushing.

Rushing all the time, never having a moment or two for your own self. You scoff at the thought and listen to the grumble of your stomach. Maybe you'd manage to have some time to make some dinner if the place is relatively empty.

You glance around at all the occupied machines, and people standing around and looking or waiting, and manage to spot the only one free. With another sigh, you head to the machine, thankful for your luck, only for someone to cut you.

"Oh, sorry I didn't see you there."

A melodic voice tells you and you turn around to look at a beautiful woman with fluffy hair and a radiant smile, pushing her objects over to the next machine.

"It's alright don't worry." You reply politely watching her haste movements. Looks like you are succeeding today.

"Here, this one is free. I just was trying to separate my clothes. You know how it is, if I don't use different loads on whites and multicolors and blacks I think my mom will show up to yell at me." She rambles on as she is sorting through clothes and pushing them into the different baskets, the washing machine rumbling underneath. Looks like she's been in here for a while and looks like she's gonna be here for even longer.

You laugh at her warmness and her accurate story as you are settling the basket down and nodding your head. "Mothers are something else." You don't sort through your clothes, you don't have a lot anyway, and shove them inside the open door.

"Right?" She chuckles and offers you some detergent. "I got everything. If you need a thing, no problem you can use some of mine."

"That's so sweet of you, thank you." You grab the bottle from her hands and place it in the appropriate place.

"Just being your friendly laundromat gal." She smiles again and you feel like getting lost inside it. Her hair is adorning her face in such a way that shines her delicate features, falling gracefully onto the back of her neck where a small golden chain can be seen peaking.

"I'm Layla, by the way." She extends her hand in a formal greeting which you respond to immediately. First, you notice her hand, a couple of small rings, and then her nails varnished black. You touch her hand and it feels electrifying, like an ocean coming alive, you slightly shake it and nod your head.

"So no name?" She laughs a little realizing you are probably tired. It's late in the afternoon after all.

"Oh, no, sorry, I got distracted. Yeah, I got a name. Y/N."

"Oh, that's beautiful."

"Yours is too." You reply and finally take your hand back, slightly rubbing it on you before reaching for your pocket and looking for the coins.

A couple of moments of silence pass as she organizes her things and you start your machine, once done she heads to the chairs motioning for you to come along.

You follow her, never wasting your time to observe her as she is browsing her phone, pushing her hair away from her face only for it to fall back down again and you sit by her side crossing your arms.

Then your stomach is heard. Aggressive and mighty rude.

"Long day?"

"The longest." You nod your head and look upwards, taking another deep breath.

"Wanna grab a snack?" She smiles. "My treat."

"Oh, you don't have to."

"Oh, I want to."

Maybe some happiness could come after a long day and a beautiful stranger could become one with your heart long before you realized it. Maybe those were the strings of fate getting pulled together. Maybe just maybe you had found your one.

That would be the first one of your many grabbing snacks together and the very start of your relationship.

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[aromanticcvalentinee]

i had a period of time where i hated my younger self, i’m not entirely sure why but i was convinced she was this little jerk that didn’t care about others. looking back on it now though, she was the exact opposite of all of that.

she was this little girl that trusted everyone, she jumped into her new stepfathers arms and asked him to tell her a story and already calling him dad. she’d always be excited to go to kindergarten, bringing little gifts to her favorite teacher (mrs williams <33), 2 kindness awards i believe? It was something we had and man was she proud of it because it was effortless. she liked to draw, in first grade her main tactic to cheer up her best friend during free time was to draw on the chalkboard little doodles of them together. she’d have races with one of her friends everyday, he’d tell her that the mole on his forehead would grow into a horn one day and she waited for that day with such excitement. she learned to ride a bike with the boy next door and told him off when he started being rude to her and went on with her day. she moved a lot, but somehow always managed to make friends with the neighbors kids even when she was homeschooled. she’d yell from her yard to her friends all the way across the street, having entire conversations that lasted hours despite never actually walking up to each other. she had a lucky clover necklace that she barely ever took off, it was also something she wore when she’d rescue random tortoises that would end up in her yard for some odd reason. she’d show off the tortoises to the girl scouts that appeared at the door, telling them any facts she could think of as she held it as gently as possible. she’d name dragonflies, always remembering them by color and pointing them out to her brother and saying “that one is my friend, it’s back!!” she would clean her room with her brother, laughing so hard that it hurt whenever he’d say “jello” instead of hello from beneath the bed. she drew pictures for her stepdad that degraded the art, but she kept drawing anyways because she loved it. she had a southern accent that would shine through when having the time of her life, recording videos of her jumping in pretty dresses or playing roblox. she was bad with emotions and affection but the day her brother had to go to the e.r she hugged him so tight , also giving him one of her most special pokemon cards and telling him he’d be okay. while he was away she’d ask over and over for updates on him, immediately getting excited when he came back home. she was trying her best for everyone, she was talkative and had a bit of a temper but she was lovely. she wasn’t annoying and she wasn’t trying to be rude, she was a child that loved life even though it was so tough on her. i dont think so poorly of her anymore, i admire that girl so goddamn much and sincerely wish she lived a better life, she deserved the world in all honesty.