hello my caramel princess my world my nonbinary curl, can you write Eden x Spider please I miss themā¦
pairing: spencer white x oc!eden knox
CONTENT WARNING: mutual pining, oblivious oc, romantic tension, physical touch (hand on chest), party setting, alcohol mention (background)
a/n: thanks to my friend for requesting my bbys!! i just wanted to write something soft and a little full of that quiet, "oh no, i'm falling for you" kind of feeling. spencer being completely affected by the smallest things while eden is totally unaware felt too cute not to write.
thank you for reading ā”
The music pulsed through the house in steady waves, the bass vibrating beneath the floorboards until it settled somewhere behind Spencerās ribs. Every room was crowded with people talking over one another, laughing too loudly, disappearing beneath flashes of colored lights that painted strangers into silhouettes. The air smelled faintly of cheap alcohol, perfume, and something sweet someone had spilled hours ago. It was the kind of party that felt too full, too warm, too alive.
Eden had escaped to the kitchen.
She rested her hip against the counter as she dug through a bucket of melting ice, fishing out a can of soda instead of reaching for anything stronger. Sheād already decided she was taking it easy tonight. Someone brushed past her shoulder, another voice called her name from somewhere behind, but she barely acknowledged either before popping the tab open.
Across the room, Spencer noticed her almost immediately.
He shouldāve looked away.
There was no reason to walk over there. No reason to willingly throw himself into another conversation that would inevitably leave him more frustrated than before. Heād spent the better part of the evening telling himself to keep his distance, convincing himself that maybe if he stopped paying so much attention to every little thing she did, whatever this was would eventually pass.
Instead, before heād even realized heād made the decision, he was already crossing the room.
Eden didnāt notice him at first.
The shifting neon lights caught the loose strands of her hair, turning the soft pink into something brighter every few seconds before fading back again. She stood there absentmindedly peeling the label from her soda can, completely unaware that heād been watching her longer than he should have.
The moment her eyes landed on him, her expression changed without hesitation.
It wasnāt dramatic. Most people probably wouldnāt have caught it. Just the smallest lift at the corners of her mouth, her shoulders relaxing almost instinctively, her face brightening in quiet recognition.
Like she was genuinely happy heād walked over.
It hit him harder than it had any right to.
His steps slowed until they stopped entirely.
Eden frowned almost immediately, tilting her head.
Spencer blinked, forcing himself to look anywhere but her face.
āNothing,ā he answered, the word coming far too quickly.
It was never nothing when she looked at him like that.
She hummed, clearly unconvinced, before reaching out to grab her drink. As she slipped past him, she bumped her shoulder lightly against his without a second thought.
āYouāre acting weird.ā
A dry laugh escaped him before he could stop it.
āYouāre the one acting weird.ā
She looked back over her shoulder with an amused smile.
āIām literally just standing here.ā
She wandered back toward the living room, weaving through clusters of people without much thought.
Spencer stayed rooted to the spot for all of three seconds.
He told himself it was coincidence. That they were heading in the same direction. That he wasnāt subconsciously tracking wherever she went.
None of those excuses felt particularly convincing.
By the time he caught up, sheād turned too quickly, colliding with him before either of them had the chance to react.
Her hand landed flat against his chest to steady herself.
The noise around them blurred into something distant. The music became nothing more than a dull rhythm somewhere outside the moment.
She left it there without thinking.
Spencer forgot how to breathe.
His voice came out quieter than heād intended, rough around the edges.
She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face with nothing but genuine curiosity.
Her eyebrows knitted together.
She stared at him for another second before letting out the smallest laugh, more puzzled than amused.
āYouāre not making any sense.ā
He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply as frustration tangled itself with something far more dangerous.
āYou keepā¦ā He paused, searching for words that didnāt make him sound completely insane. āYou keep looking at me like that.ā
āWhat are you talking about?ā
He stepped closer, just enough that he didnāt have to raise his voice over the music. Close enough that she had to lift her chin slightly to keep looking at him.
His eyes searched hers, almost hoping sheād finally understand what he meant.
āDonāt look at me with those eyes.ā
Silence settled between them.
Edenās expression only softened.
There wasnāt a hint of teasing in her voice.
She truly had no idea what he was talking about.
Because she didnāt know the effect she had on him.
She didnāt know that every absentminded smile, every gentle touch, every warm glance she gave him lodged itself somewhere beneath his skin and refused to leave.
She wasnāt doing any of it on purpose.
She was simply being herself.
And Spencer was the one who couldnāt stop falling apart every time she looked at him.
all dividers/borders from the lovelies @strangergraphics, @chrisssiren
