Reader Drunk Texting Caitlin

Reader drunk texting caitlin

Summary: caitlin and the narrator are childhood friends. narrator joins coworkers on a night out despite not wanting to go.

Word count: 820ish

author's note: something quick i wrote while wasting time at work <3 thank you sm for requesting it's very inspiring

tags: alcohol, clubs, taylor swift

 A Rose by Any Other Name is a Scandal

            Another night, another boring night, another lame night surrounded by folks who could not care less about me. The loud speakers of the club project a bass that shake my bones. My third martini glass sits heavy in my hand as I stare into space. I wish to be anywhere but here. The high-pitched blabbering of the people from my work cut through the noise, but it still sounds like a lump of gibberish to me. I would rather spend my night with anyone but them. Well, maybe not anyone…

           How easy it is to agree to plans with people who are not remotely interested in anything I have to say in an important setting. As if showing up to the club in a pretty dress and getting hammered in front of these people would make them appreciate my contribution more when the workweek starts again on Monday. At least God has given me the brief relief that they appear more engrossed with whatever nonsense the other has to say, rather than remembering I tagged along and sit just a few feet away.

            I down the rest of my drink and get up from my seat to approach the bar. I’m sure another one would make this night a little easier for me to stomach. Just one more. The bartender notices me and his mouth moves, as if asking me a question. The noise makes it impossible for me to make out what his words are, but I nod in hopes that he is asking to make me another drink.

heyyy hows it going so far?

            My phone lights up with a message from one of my dearest girls, I mean friends, I mean she is a friend who is a girl… nothing inaccurate about that. On the speakers, the song ended and a familiar tune starts up loud as ever: It feels like a perfect night, to dress up like hipsters… Seriously. It's like the world is taunting me.

            they're playing ur song at this club

            My fourth drink in front of me appeared as if it was out of thin air. The retreating bartender appears like a vanishing magician from this angle. His latest act: fueling my future hangover. My stomach buzzes with butterflies and alcohol as I stare at her contact name on my phone: Catilin Elizabeth.

She had asked me to hang out with her earlier in the week, only it was after I had already made plans with these coworkers. I felt obligated to stick to my original commitment, despite heavily disliking my coworkers and greatly liking…

what song?

            I always felt I was too obvious around her. The media has recognized me as a friend who is constantly around Caitlin, the ordinary girl who attends every home game, and often attends away games. To her, the gleam in my eye registers as nothing more than the look of one of her oldest friends. To the observant fans on the internet, they recognize the almost life-long longing that I have yet to admit to myself. It started when we both bonded over our shared love for Taylor Swift as young girls. Over a decade, I sent her links and lyrics of my favorite songs that reminded me of her. My excuse: she likes these songs, too.

            wise men once said wild winds r death to teh candle

            a rose by any otherrrr name is a scandal

            My fingers poured out the words from the latest song that has been on my mind. It feels impossible to admit the way I feel, not to her, not to myself. Caitlin goes through enough scrutiny in the media. If I said what was in my heart out loud, it could end really, really, really badly. Earth-shatteringly horrible. If we had a falling out and the world found out one of her life-long friends stopped showing up to her games, they would run with the worst assumptions to paint her in an evil light, like they always have.

theres no way theyre playing that one in the club rn 🤣

            I started giggling into my cup at the sight of her message, like a crazy woman standing on the corner of a street. The alcohol causes my vision to darken in this already-dim establishment. Electricity runs up and down my stomach and I cannot tell if it is from the martinis or from her.

            shes the albatrossssss 🦅she is here to destroy you

okay, do u want me to pick u up now?

            I looked back at my coworkers, who disappeared into non-existence. Are they seriously bar hopping, without even asking me if I wanted to tag along? If I had a ride? If I felt okay being left alone here?

            they lef tme alone here:(

fucking morons

i'm on my way

            Neither of us can admit the feelings in our hearts to ourselves, let alone to each other. But I cherish the quiet understanding intertwined in her knee-jerk reaction to drop everything and come save me.

thank u my pretty lady

scooty.

synopsis: all you can do is scoot on caitlins strap.

warnings: sex.

type: blurb

a/n: rushed. i don't really like this but oh well.

you had cum at least five times on caitlin's strap, and you were a mess. your clit was sensitive and achy, your thighs were burning, and a thin layer of sweat was covering to your face and back, causing some of your hair to stick to your skin. but it felt too good to stop. her hands were interlocked with yours, making it easier for you to fuck yourself on her strap. when you started feeling a little too good, you couldn't even bounce on her strap anymore; instead, you started scooting, trying to cum against the best you could.

"come on, scoots. you're tired already?" caitlin asked, smiling, her hands gently squeezing yours. she loved it when you were overstimulated and didn't know what to do. you weren't sure whether to bounce on her strap, scoot, or roll your hips. your movements were quick and jerky, and your breathing came out uneven and shaky. exactly how caitlin liked it.

caitlin could tell you were tired, trying to keep scooting and scooting, wanting to cum again. she pulled her hands away from yours, grabbing your hips and thrusting upward, hitting that gummy spot deep inside your pussy. you were sure she was long past your g spot now.

you had cum for the thousandth time that night, but caitlin wanted you to cum one more time.

guys. I dunno whats wrong w me, but mom!abby is in my mind 24/7, after I saw a moodboard w sunny vibes of mom!abby, I can't think about anything else 😭😭

I hyuka in temptation era is in my mind 24/7 🥹🥹🥹

9days till my birthday 🎉🎉🎉

synopsis: caitlin taking you out to dinner.

warning: caitlins big wallet

type: headcanons

a/n: i'd love if caitlin took me out to dinner. now im hungry.

caitlin loves taking you out to dinner. if you can't decide where to eat, she'll recommend a restaurant she knows you will enjoy. she wants the best for her girl, so she only accepts the highest quality food and service.

pulls out your chair so you can sit at the table, rather than allowing you to do so on your own. caitlin wants you to sit in front of her so she can admire your lovely face as you eat. she's such a gentlelady.

will buy whatever you want from the menu. it kind of overwhelms you, and you don't know what to choose because there are so many options. you don't want to waste her money, but as i previously stated, spending it turns her on.

she enjoys red wine but will limit herself to half a glass because she's you both home after dinner.

caitlin always orders steak or salmon with a side of vegetables and mashed potatoes.

you'll both eat from each other's plates and feed each another.

"that looks good, baby."

"is it good?"

"try mine, it's really good."

"can i try?"

does a little happy dance when the food is tasty.

tries to use slang, but it sounds weird so funny coming from her that you die laughing every time.

"this is fire."

"the chef ate." side eye.

loves it when you eat good. caitlin makes sure her girl is comfortable and fed.

as for dessert, i don't think she enjoys it very much unless it is off of your plate.

if you order dessert, she'll take a few small scoops from it. she says it's "so sweet," but she continues to eat it. you wonder why she didn't just order one for herself.