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#best friend problems
charliethinks · 2 years
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ugh my best friend is so annoying sometimes, she keeps telling me that she wants to facetime but i don’t want to and if i tell her this she’ll be pissed
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belacottie · 19 days
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Me and my best friend had the biggest argument in history and was crying and was mad at each other yesterday but now we are best friends again today ☺️
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blueessber · 27 days
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just found out that my bsf for 8 years blocked me on twitter. like, why???? i mean i totally get it if you wanna have a social media all to yourself (like mine in here) but why just me?? all of her other friends still follow her. i love her too much to confront to her about it, sadly. and we were supposed to have a picnic together tomorrow with her other friends but like i don’t wanna do shit rn.
god why me???
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morganbritton132 · 8 months
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Eddie’s immediate response to finding out that the guy in their living room was Tommy was to say, “Let’s have sex.”
Steve: Right now? We have a guest!
Eddie: No, we have the guy that beat me up in high school in our living room and I am married to the guy that he had a massive crush on. Tell me that wouldn’t make you a little horny.
Steve: Tommy did not have a crush on me
Eddie: He did. He convinced you that it was totally heteo to make out with your male friends when you were alone
Steve: I mean, Carol was there sometimes
Eddie: That’s - fascinating, I did not know that and we’ll circle back to it but right now… let’s get naked.
Tommy, from the bottom of the stairs: You do know that you’re still live-streaming, right?
Eddie, looking down at the phone in his hand like he’s seeing it for the first time: Yes
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Prompt 322
Danny squints up at the slightly older realms being, even if technically he’s older in human-age. The Chaosling is practically vibrating in place, the massive realms feline peering out from over their shoulder. Huh. So this is his Clockwork-assigned babysitter-cousin? 
He didn’t know how to feel about the whole suit thing, but well, he won’t say no to a good prank. C’mon Cujo, they’re going to the daycare dimension-place!
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reluctantinniter · 5 months
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slower mornings post resurrection with your lame brother
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lost-inanotherlife · 3 months
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middle aged, gay and married. who does it like them?
MEANWHILE JACK:
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ultravionna · 1 month
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best friend’s brother
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pairings: bfb!dallas winston x fem!reader
summary: dallas is your best friend’s brother
warnings: nsfw, teeny tiny bit of smut
disclaimer: yes, i am aware that that is a pic of tex mccormick above. it fit the theme leave me alone-
w/c: 3,151
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the night was calm, with the soft hum of the city outside filtering through the slightly cracked window.
you and dana were lounging on the couch, a pile of blankets thrown haphazardly over the both of you as you scrolled through a list of movies. laughter bubbled between you two, a mix of inside jokes and teasing remarks. dana tossed a piece of popcorn into her mouth, missing entirely and sending it rolling down her shirt. you both burst out laughing.
"you're the worst at this," you chuckled, nudging her side.
"hey, i'm improving! that one almost made it." dana grinned, leaning back into the cushions. "so, which movie? horror or rom-com?"
before you could answer, the front door creaked open. you both turned your heads just in time to see dallas winston slink inside, his usual cocky swagger evident in every step. he was late-again-but he didn't seem to care, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"dal'!" dana scolded, sitting up straight. "that's the fifth time this week! mom and dad are going to kill you if they find out."
dallas shrugged, unbothered, and headed straight for the kitchen. "they'll get over it, man." he drawled, his voice low and thick with that unmistakable new york accent. he reached into the fridge, pulling out a can of beer. popping it open with a practiced flick of his thumb, he sauntered over to the couch and, without a word, hopped over the back to land between you and dana.
"watch it, dumbass!" dana protested, shoving at his shoulder. "we're trying to have a movie night."
"yeah?" dallas grinned, taking a swig from his can.
"what're we watching? something with sparkly vampires, i bet."
you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at his teasing tone. "please, we've got better taste than that."
"could've fooled me, dollface," he quipped, nudging you with his elbow. the way he said it, the nickname laced with a double meaning, made you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling.
you turned your attention back to the movie list, scrolling aimlessly, but it was hard to focus with dallas so close. his presence was electrifying, the warmth radiating from him impossible to ignore. the smell of his cologne, something musky and dark, filled your senses, making your thoughts swirl.
dana huffed, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl. "i'm gonna get more blankets from the shed. you two try not to kill each other while l'm gone."
"wouldn't dream of it, sis," dallas replied, his eyes never leaving you.
as dana disappeared through the back door, the air in the room thickened. the silence between you and dallas was heavy, charged with an unspoken tension that neither of you seemed willing to address. you grabbed the popcorn bowl, intending to refill it in the kitchen, but as soon as you stood up, dallas was right behind you.
you didn't hear him move. one moment he was lounging on the couch, the next his arms were wrapping around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest. the bowl slipped from your fingers, clattering onto the countertop as you froze, your breath catching in your throat.
"miss me?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble in your ear.
you scoffed, trying to play it cool despite the rapid thudding of your heart. "not a chance."
dallas only smirked, his grip tightening slightly as he turned you around to face him. his hands settled on your hips, the heat of his touch searing through the thin fabric of your pajama shorts. you could feel his gaze burning into you, his eyes dark and intense.
"liar," he whispered, leaning in closer. his breath ghosted over your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.
"your sister's gonna be back any minute," you warned, though your voice lacked conviction. you couldn't tear your eyes away from his, the intensity in them making it hard to think straight.
"then we'd better make this quick," he murmured, picking up a piece of popcorn from the bowl with one hand. he brought it to your lips, his fingers brushing against them as he held it there.
instinctively, you bit down on the popcorn, holding it between your teeth.
dallas's smirk deepened as he leaned in, his hand cupping your chin, tilting your head slightly upward.
his other hand stayed firmly on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. slowly, he took the popcorn from your lips with his mouth, his lips grazing yours as he did. the brief contact sent a jolt of electricity through you, your body reacting before your mind could catch up.
before you could fully register what was happening, dallas closed the distance, capturing your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. his hand on your hip pulled you closer, your bodies pressed together as his lips moved against yours. the kiss was intoxicating, the taste of salt and butter lingering on your tongue as his thumb continued its lazy circles on your skin, each movement sending sparks of heat through your body.
for a moment, you were completely lost in him, the world around you fading away. but then, the sound of the back door opening snapped you back to reality. you pushed dallas away, your heart racing as you tried to catch your breath.
dallas backed off, his smirk never faltering as he leaned casually against the opposite side of the counter. he took a sip from his beer, his eyes glinting with mischief as he watched you, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.
dana walked back in, her arms full of blankets. she glanced at the two of you, oblivious to what had just transpired. "did i miss anything?"
"just the usual," dallas said, his tone light and carefree.
dana rolled her eyes, clearly not buying it, but she didn't press the issue. you, on the other hand, were left reeling, your thoughts spinning in a million directions as you tried to process what had just happened. dallas caught your eye from across the kitchen, his smirk widening as if to say, this is far from over.
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the house was dark and quiet, the only light coming from the dim glow of the kitchen. you had left the living room after dana had fallen asleep during the second movie, her soft snores filling the silence. it was late—later than you should’ve been up—but sleep was the last thing on your mind.
you stood by the kitchen counter, sipping from a bottle of water as you tried to calm the restless energy coursing through you. it wasn’t just the events of the evening that had you wired; it was the persistent thoughts of dallas and the lingering heat of his touch from earlier.
the sound of soft footsteps behind you made you tense, and you turned to see dallas leaning against the doorway, his familiar smirk firmly in place.
“can’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
you shrugged, trying to play it off. “yeah. something like that.”
dallas stepped into the kitchen, his eyes never leaving you as he sauntered over. “y’know, my room’s just down the hall if you need some…assistance with that.”
you rolled your eyes, the suggestion clear in his tone. “of course it is,” you muttered, trying to hide the way your pulse quickened.
he chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. “what? i’m just offering to help. it’s what a good host does, after all.”
“pretty sure your version of ‘help’ is different from everyone else’s,” you shot back, taking another sip of water.
“maybe,” he conceded, moving closer until he was standing right in front of you. “but it’s a lot more fun, don’t you think?”
you met his gaze, trying to ignore the way his presence made your skin tingle. he was infuriating, with that cocky grin and those intense eyes that seemed to see right through you. and yet, there was a part of you that couldn’t help but be drawn to him, despite how much you wanted to resist.
dallas leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “so, what’s really keeping you up, sweetheart?”
you hesitated for a moment before giving him the simplest answer. “just couldn’t sleep.”
his smirk widened, as if he knew there was more to it than that, but he didn’t press. instead, he took the bottle from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours as he raised it to his lips, taking a slow sip.
“you should try and get some rest,” he said after a moment, his tone deceptively casual. “can’t have you looking tired tomorrow.”
“why’s that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“because i plan on keeping you busy,” he replied with a grin that was all mischief. “and i don’t want you using ‘tired’ as an excuse to back out.”
you rolled your eyes again, though the corners of your lips tugged up in a small smile. “you’re unbelievable.”
“and yet, you’re still here,” he countered smoothly, handing the bottle back to you. “so, what does that say about you?”
you didn’t answer, instead taking the bottle and turning away from him. but dallas wasn’t done with you yet. he stepped closer, his body heat brushing against your back as he leaned down to murmur in your ear.
“think about my offer, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with suggestion. “my door’s always open.”
before you could respond, he straightened up and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you standing there with your thoughts in a whirl. the encounter had been brief, but it had left you feeling more awake than ever, your mind racing with the implications of his words.
you knew one thing for sure: with dallas winston around, sleep was going to be the least of your worries.
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the house was shrouded in silence, dana's soft breathing the only sound in the living room as she slept soundly on the couch. you, however, were wide awake, staring at the ceiling as your mind replayed the conversation with dallas in the kitchen. his offer hung in the air like a dare, challenging you in a way you couldn't quite shake off.
sleep was impossible. you'd tried everything— closing your eyes, counting sheep, focusing on the rhythm of dana's breathing-but nothing worked.
your thoughts kept drifting back to dallas, his smug grin, and those words that had been laced with a double meaning.
before you knew it, you were sitting up, heart pounding as you glanced toward the hallway. you knew what you were about to do was reckless, maybe even stupid, but the pull was too strong to resist.
careful not to wake dana, you slipped off the couch and tiptoed toward the hallway, your pulse quickening with every step. the house seemed even quieter now, the darkness more oppressive as you approached dallas's door.
you hesitated for a brief moment, hand hovering over the doorknob. but the memory of his teasing voice, the promise in his eyes, pushed you forward.
with a deep breath, you turned the knob and quietly slipped inside, closing the door behind you.
the room was dimly lit by the glow of a small lamp on the bedside table, casting long shadows across the walls. dallas was lying on his bed, one arm behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. but the moment he heard the door close, his eyes flicked to you, and that familiar smirk curled his lips.
"well, well," he drawled, his voice low and amused.
"look who decided to take me up on my offer.”
you swallowed, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves as you stepped further into the room. 
"i couldn't sleep," you said, echoing your earlier excuse.
dallas pushed himself up on his elbows, his gaze never leaving you. "yeah? and you think i'm gonna help with that?"
his tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, something that made your heart race even faster.
"maybe," you replied, trying to sound confident, though your voice wavered just a little.
he chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling in the quiet room. "c'mere, sweetheart."
you moved closer, your feet almost on autopilot as you approached the bed. dallas watched you with a look that was both challenging and inviting, his eyes dark and intense in the low light. when you reached the edge of the bed, he sat up fully, his legs dangling off the side as he reached out to take your hand.
"you sure about this?" he asked, though there was a knowing look in his eyes, as if he already knew your
answer.
you hesitated for the briefest of moments before nodding. "yeah. i'm sure."
with that, dallas pulled you toward him, his hands sliding to your waist as he guided you onto the bed.
you could feel the heat of his body through your clothes, the way his fingers pressed into your skin, holding you close but not too tight. it was as if he was giving you the option to back out, even though you both knew you wouldn't.
he leaned in, his breath warm against your neck as he whispered, "you're playing with fire, dollface."
"maybe i like the heat," you shot back, surprised at your own boldness.
dallas's grin widened, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. "careful what you wish for."
before you could respond, he tilted your chin up with a finger, his eyes locking onto yours. the tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife, but neither of you seemed in a hurry to break it. instead, you both lingered in that moment, the air between you charged with anticipation.
finally, dallas closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. it wasn't rushed or frantic but rather a slow burn, building up in intensity as he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over your back. you could feel the heat of his skin, the strength in his grip, and it sent a thrill through you that you hadn't anticipated.
his touch was confident, almost possessive, as he guided you further onto the bed, his body pressing against yours. it wasn't just the kiss that had your heart racing; it was the way he held you, as if he'd been waiting for this moment just as much as you had.
dallas broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as his hands found their way under your shirt, his touch firm yet gentle. you let out a soft sigh, your fingers tangling in his hair as he explored your skin, every touch igniting something deep within you.
he pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting yours again, and there was something almost predatory in his eyes—a look that sent a shiver down your spine.
"you sure?" he murmured, his voice low and rough.
you didn't hesitate this time. "i can handle you."
his smirk returned, but there was a hint of something darker behind it. "we'll see about that."
with that, he kissed you again, this time more urgently, as if he couldn't get enough. the heat between you two intensified, the room filling with the sound of your breaths and the rustle of sheets as you lost yourselves in the moment.
you weren't sure how long it lasted, but when dallas finally pulled back, you were both breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. he looked at you with a mix of want and something else you couldn't quite place before his head dipped down to plant kisses on your neck.
traveling down to your collarbone and then your chest, exposed by your tank top. he slowly moved down your body, his mouth trailing kisses down your smooth skin until he was mere inches away from where you needed him most.
his hands gripped your thighs gently, holding your legs apart so he could have a good view of you in your current state, a low and hungry sound escaped his lips as he looked at you before finally lowering his head down and letting his mouth touch the skin of your inner thighs. 
hands sliding up the sides of your thighs, his fingers grabbing at the fuzzy fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging at them as they slid down your hips and pulling them down your legs.  
looking back up at you, his fingers came up to brush against the dampness of your underwear. 
you shivered, a hand coming to his shoulder to halt his movements. 
“wait, wait…” you whispered, looking towards the door and then back down at him. “i think i heard something.” 
“what?” he asked, his voice still thick with desire. "you think dana woke up?" 
you nodded, though part of you didn't want to leave.
but you and dallas both knew all too well-you couldn't stay here, not without risking getting caught. with a reluctant sigh, you slipped off the bed, your legs feeling shaky as you stood up to place your shorts back on.
as you made your way to the door, dallas called out softly, "my offer still stands, y'know."
you glanced back at him, seeing that cocky grin on his face once again. "i'll keep that in mind," you replied, before slipping out of his room and back into the hallway.
the house was still quiet, and as you crept back to the living room, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. it was a reckless decision, sneaking into dallas's room like that, but you didn't regret it. if anything, it had only made you want more.
a string of silence went on for a moment or two as you laid back down against the pillowy cushions of the couch. letting out a small sigh, you snuggled into the couch pillow and slowly shut your eyes- until you heard shuffling on the other end of the couch.
“you’re nasty.” 
“what?” you murmured, lifting your head to look over at dana who laid at the other end. 
“i said you’re nasty.” she repeated, keeping her eyes closed as she spoke a bit over a whisper.
“what are you talking about?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, even though your heart was starting to race.
dana let out a soft, tired laugh, her lips curling into a smirk. “you think i didn’t hear you tiptoeing down the hall? don’t worry, i’m not gonna snitch.”
your breath caught in your throat, but before you could say anything, she shifted slightly and added, “just try not to make too much noise next time, okay?” 
perks of sneaking around with your best friend’s brother—your best friend’s intuition is as sharp as her brother’s charm.
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heartkade · 11 months
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you are not alone.
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canisalbus · 5 months
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I have to ask what drew vasco into falling in love with machete?
His snivelling runt ways were just that irresistable.
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honeypleasejustkillme · 10 months
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someone learning the way you need and deserve to be loved is beautiful and pure to me
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This entire scene emotionally destroyed me but there's one part in particular that was like taking a knife to an already open wound.
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So, Gon shuts down after the reveal that Kite was dead all along and his stunned and racing mind is disjointed and contradictory. Most of his statements fit into roughly three categories of desperate thoughts:
Vehement inability to process that Kite is dead. From the statement being repeated multiple times to the amount of "no"s everywhere on these pages.
Taking the blame for Kite's death, in a frankly horrifying show of self-hatred (especially given the context of what comes next).
Blaming Pitou and proclaiming that he "didn't do it" in an attempt to absolve the weight of his guilt.
Heartbreaking. But there's one thought here that's a bit different.
Throughout all of this, Gon has been adamant that Kite, and by extension the situation, can be "fixed" - after all, most every issue that's come up before on his adventures could be resolved nicely. But now, suddenly, it can't. Gon can't stand feeling powerless or helpless, and now he finds himself more helpless than he's ever been. And we get this.
"Somebody help me."
Gon is independent. Gon has a burning need to prove his worth through his own strength. Gon has a bad habit of equating "taking responsibility" with fixing things all by himself and rejecting help from others.
Gon has never pleaded for someone to save him before.
And it's just. Holy shit. Holy shit - he's a kid. He's just a kid. And in just a few pages, he's going to make a despair-fueled decision to throw away his life just to regain any semblance of power over a situation that was doomed to be unfixable from the start. He says, "Let it end. I don't care what happens to me now.", because this is the only way he can think of to make his pain and his guilt and Pitou all just stop, by losing himself to all of his power instead of his grief.
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sweepingboy · 5 months
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modern au fengqing is real because in their world therapy exists while in original universe they just have pei ming and his only advice is to get laid
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pyrrhiccomedy · 1 year
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I want ADHD people and autistic people to have some kind of mutual outreach program. like, so many of our problems are adjacent but not exactly the same, so we develop different strategies to cope with them, and I just feel like we could all collectively get our shit together a little bit better if we had, like, a twin cities arrangement.
like, I (a person with ADHD) will teach a seminar on how exactly you are expected to lie in job interviews, complete with flowcharts and dialogue trees and trigger points for when eye contact is or is not necessary, if you (a person with autism) will teach a seminar I can go to right afterwards to explain how to actually organize the relentless deluge of information we're taking in all the time and sort it into useful categories without my brain shutting down and needing to go play Stardew Valley for three hours
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ministarfruit · 6 months
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local alley cat gets beaten up (colourised)
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nondelphic · 28 days
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one day i’ll write a novel. for now, i’ll just keep adding random backstory details to this document and call it "outlining"
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