No. 1 Party Anthem - Blog Posts

Pairings: Eloise Bridgerton/Theo Sharpe, Eloise Bridgerton & Francesca Bridgerton

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Academic Rivals, Casual Sex

Summary:

Eloise trips and falls into Theo's bed.

[Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, and thrice is neither of those things.]

Excerpt:

Eloise had Theo pressed against a shelf, her fingers deftly working open the buttons of his neatly-pressed shirt. There were voices outside, important people having important conversations right outside their hiding place, but all she could focus on was making sure that this man (with his perfect hair and his perfect smile and his perfect—) walked away from this closet looking wrecked.

I successfully finished a 1000 word first draft of No. 1 Party Anthem!

Here's a snippet:

They lost track of time, then, arguing for the sake of arguing. “The two of you bicker like an old married couple,” Francesca would say, to which Eloise would rather eloquently respond, “Fuck you.”

pls publish a new theloise fic even if its unfinished we need you back

LMAO trust me I'm on it. 🫡

I thought I would share the summaries of two fics I'm actively working on! I'm really hoping to finish Prelude To Ecstasy before September 5th (when my classes start)!

Prelude To Ecstasy:

Eloise accompanies Benedict to one of Henry Granville’s parties, where she finds someone entirely unexpected. [ft. Theo Sharpe, accidental bodice ripper.]

No. 1 Party Anthem:

Eloise trips and falls into Theo's bed. [Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, and thrice is neither of those things.]

Thank you for the ask! It really does mean a lot to me that people care enough about my writing to want more. 🥹

if you’re so inclined, use this ask to tell us about a WIP you’re enjoying!! maybe it’ll help a little with the agony that a thousand plot bunnies tends to bring 🙃

Here is a snippet from No. 1 Party Anthem, where Eloise and Theo have a rivals w/ benefits relationship! 👀

Eloise has Theo pressed against a shelf—which probably isn’t comfortable, but she can’t bring herself to care—her fingers deftly working open the buttons of his neatly-pressed shirt. There are voices outside, important people having important conversations right outside their hiding place, but all Eloise can focus on is making sure that this man (with his perfect hair and his perfect smile and his perfect—) walks away from this closet looking wrecked.

Thank you for the ask!!! It certainly helped lol.

Call off the search for your soul,

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