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the party (woods x reader)

hi again ! sorry for the delayed update, my life is just super busy and chaotic at this particular point in time, literally took me 3 days to make this 💀 As you've probably noticed, this is not a request and was just my own little idea i had going, which i apologize for. i am absolutely and whole heartedly still accepting requests and have one in the works! Like i said, i've just been lost in the sauce since starting another job on top of my already crazy schedule.

Feel free to continue leaving requests, recommendations or something you'd like to see more of! Do we have a preference for the perspective? I've been trying to incorporate a bit of everything into my work but I know that first person in the reader's perspective is kind of the norm around here which I can absolutely stick to, i just thought it could be fun to play around with it every now and then. Also! I've been thinking about making mini playlists i'll write down on here to preface the vibe of the read ahead but I wasn't certain if that would be something interesting or not 😵‍💫 let me know !

Anyways, I've created a sort of fluffy number here fer ya and our boy cause he needs some love. I've noticed that he's also really popular on this platform which is alright with me 😌 Hopefully i'll get some more stuff out there this weekend or throughout the week, I think i've been able to get back into writing and past my block which is fun. But yeah, enjoy ! 🫶🏽

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      Streams of golden light grazed across her face, similar to a rendition of a painting of the most distant of stars and galaxies. A one of a kind elegance that could only be admired from a far. The type you couldn't grasp, but was felt by the wonder and tenderness of one's soul and mind. The polarity couldn't have been more similar, either.

With a glass slanted in one hand, she carried herself in conversation filled with laughter, a crowd of people at her either side. With each foreign hand that placed itself around - and onto - her, his eyes narrowed and the end of a cigarette got shorter. He could stare at her forever, with a piercing and jealous look plastered over for eternity, or, he would sit quietly, watching her get lost in an abundance of light with everyone that wasn't him and admire her grace. It hadn't mattered much, she lived amongst people who were also classy, poised, brandished cufflinks and cigarette holders from a trip they recently had overseas. They'd talk of expensive habits and caviar, meaningless things that have no bearing when you eventually end up like all the others before you. But it wasn't really the conversation that had bothered him, it was that she made sure to be in the presence of insufferable associations when he - and she herself - knew how she was in the field.

Swirling the leftover whiskey in his glass, he averted his eyes and refrained from saying what was on his mind. As the music continued - permeating the room with its hollow tone - it wasn't suffice to pull him from his seat or his thoughts. And, with every stir and slosh of his drink, they went on.

"You're still here?"

The seat beside him shifted, his best friend taking place at the empty table. Sipping from a fresh glass, he questioned.

"I could've sworn you hated these things?"

"I do."

Eyeing the bottom of the glass, he took one last sip and swallowed hard, intently focused on what was going on across the room.

"So..."

Adjusting himself against the chair he tried to pick up on what his friend was eyeing, making him stay in his seat.

"why are you still here then?"

His voice was brash and deep, but never condescending. The relationship between the two was anything but simple, sure, but it lasted through various trials and tribulations such as war, trauma, non consensual experiments, various disappearances and what have you. So that should count for something. They had each other and no one else did, which is what mattered.