#mm: devlin academy

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"are you nervous?" aurora & ezra

There’s something about this city diner that leaves me innately at peace. It’s hardly something I can put a finger on, just some small, unspoken detail, but my spirits are lifted regardless — even more so by the company. This morning, I’m joined by my girlfriend, as we’re spending the day together, just wandering the streets before we meet up with my parents for a ballet. A ballet of all things, something my mother attends almost weekly with my father. It’s almost cute, how romantic my parents’ relationship is, and tonight, they’ve chosen to let Aura and I be a part of it. We’re lucky, and I’m truly looking forward to it. It’s such a normal day, honestly. But maybe that’s why I’m so happy about it, because today is the epitome of normal.

And quite frankly, there was a time in which I was pretty sure I’d never know what normal was with her.

We’ve had our fair share of rough times, thanks in no small part to her stepmother’s treachery, and I’d be lying if I said some times weren’t hard. They were, unbelievably so, but I’ve also put that in the past. What I’m focused on now is our relationship, the way I feel with Aura, how the mere touch of her skin brushing mine as our hands meet on top of the diner’s table causes my lips to quirk upwards. It’s breathtaking, almost as much as how beautiful she is, even as she frowns at me for stealing a fry from her plate. Before she can protest, or steal something from mine in return, I shake my head at her, finally answering her question. “For the record, no,” I remark softly, “I’m not nervous, because my parents love you, and when we get married in a few years, this sort of thing will be a regular habit for us…” I reach for her hand, massaging her fingers in a gentle motion. “And to add, you shouldn’t be nervous either. My parents love you, and honestly? You’re the only girl they’ve invited to join in on their date night, and they wouldn’t do that if you had anything to worry about, alright?”

There’s no trace of hesitation in my movements as I move closer to the table, elbows resting on its surface as my gaze finds hers. “I love you, Aurora Whittemore,” I whisper softly, my expression serious. “And I think we both know... I’d marry you today if I could, right now— right this damn second, so no, I’m not nervous. I’m excited, because tonight I get to spend the night with my girl. I get to see her in the sexiest dress, all dolled up, and then I get to take her back home, and make love to her until the sun comes up— just like I plan to do every day for the rest of my life.”

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"Don't forget. Not ever, not for a second." aurezra 💕

For the space of a few heartbeats all I can do his nod, slow tears rolling down my cheeks as look down at our two baby girls; Seraphina’s eyes are wide with curiosity as I breastfeed her, following her older’s sister movements as if they held the secret of the universe. Giselle waves her hands in front of our youngest, searching for a smile she knows she can get. She kneels beside her father, a shy smile taking over her soft features as she catches us looking, hiding her head against his chest not long after. “I won’t.” Only two years ago, when I found out I was pregnant with her, I found myself terrified of what the future held for me— for us. My mother was a true light in my life, as well as my siblings’, and her loss crippled me in ways I never had the courage to speak of before I met Ezra. I didn’t want my babies to go through the same, but if I happened to vanish from their world at one point, I wanted them to remember me the same way I remember their grandmother. “I want to stay in this moment forever.” I confess only for my husband to hear, and we both laugh when Giselle asks “with me too?” against her father’s skin. I tickle her side with my free hand. “Of course, silly!” It’s Ezra who replies, holding her up in a swift motion. She kicks her legs excitedly, but doesn’t forget to remind us we need Seraphina in our little moment too. Ezra catches my gaze then, happiness pouring from his eyes. “You gave me the world, Vogel. I’d never forget that. I’d never forget you.”

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"i wouldn't be anywhere else." avery & caroline

I stop, turning back to Avery. An exasperated breath spills from my lips, my arms curling over my chest. “Avery,” I start softly, wishing more than anything that I knew how to explain this. How I’m feeling, what I’m thinking — it all makes sense in my head, but then I go to explain it and I end up feeling like a fool. As much as I like to play it off like I’m the cool girl, the one with all of the confidence in the world, when I’m with Avery, it’s like I’m a little girl, one who has a crush on a boy who’s way too damn good for her. Which he is — and we both know it. His words, although I know he means them, don’t change that, and that’s what hits me the most.

I’ve never really been the sort of girl who wanted to fall in love. Sure, it seemed nice, something I’d find someday when I was older and more settled. That’s what everyone’s always told me, that one day, I’d want more than one night stands and messy, drunken hookups where I ran away before some idiot could slip me his number or coerce me into giving him mine. In a way, I might’ve believed them? I never really was sure, never thinking it’d happen until Avery came along and changed everything — without even trying. But he did, he had me from the first night, with his smile, wandering hands, and the way he’d touch me, making me feel beautiful in a way I’d never expected.

God, he’s truly unexpected. He makes me feel so many things, and as I stand before him, palms shaking and slick with sweat, I realize something. He’s not the only one who’s where he wants to be, who couldn’t picture their life differently. For the first time, I have someone who I want to stick around for, where I don’t want to run to a different house, a different party. Reaching for his hand, I inhale shallowly. “God, I really fucking like you... and I wouldn’t be anywhere else either, honest.”

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"you're everything i wish for." sebastian & chloe

For as long as I can remember, Christmas has always been my favorite holiday — excluding my birthday, of course. A part of that is because of the cheerful spirit nearly everyone seems to embody during the time, but in all honesty, it’s because it was the one holiday my mother often left me in charge of. Maybe it was because I felt like she finally had a bit of faith in me, but I’ve always embraced the occasion ever since I was old enough to be in charge, and even now, a handful of years later, that hasn’t changed. The heavily decorated manor in which I currently stand is proof of that, if nothing else was. It’s decorated from floor to roof, classy decorations trimmed in gold and white, and enough mistletoe scattered about to ensure I’ll never walk into a room without the chance of being kissed. 

That particular decoration was for my own gain, I’ll admit. This is the first Christmas, after years of asking, that my mother has allowed me to bring my boyfriend home with me. In my mother’s eyes, this has always been a holiday for family, and while I’ve never pretended Sebastian isn’t going to be my husband someday, it took quite a bit of convincing to get my mother to see that particular light. I’m not sure entirely what it entailed, aside from a dinner between my parents and Sebastian to plan my birthday, and a long talk from my brother. All I know is that he’s in my arms, his broad, muscular arms now sliding around my waist as his words hit my ears, causing my lips to lift up in a smile.

Turning back towards him, I raise a brow, doing my best to keep my facial expression intact. “You’re silly,” I tell him, my tone possessing a matter of fact nature as I stare up at him. Our blue eyes meet, the intensity of his gaze making me shiver, solely because I know beyond measure that his words are true. As cheesy as it sounds, and as much as it sounds like something straight out of the romance films that I love a little too much, he means them — Sebastian isn’t the sort to say it otherwise. A soft giggle parts my lips as I look at him, and I reach for him, my arms finding his waist. “You’re everything I could ever wish for too, my love.. and I promise, I’m going to be giving myself to you every day for the rest of my life if you want me.”

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"come back to bed." mitchell & estelle

Truth be told, there’s a huge part of me that regrets getting out of bed twenty minutes ago. I’d done it with the intention of grabbing some coffee, maybe starting some laundry while I was up just so I’d have some clothes to wear this week, but instead, I was met with the wagging tail of my dog, cheerfully insisting I take him for a walk — in the freezing cold, I might add. I’d tried to ignore him, truly, but after a few whines and well-placed paws to my bare shin, I’d made my way outside, spending what had truly meant to be three minutes tops out of my bed outside walking my dog. Honestly, I’m shivering by the time I get back to my apartment, tugging off my jacket and kicking off my shoes while Copper runs off to his doggie bed. Casting a stern look in his direction, I shake my head. “You’re too much for me sometimes, kiddo.” 

Instead of responding to the soft bark Copper utters, I turn back towards my bedroom at the sound of a voice calling out my name. God, I could get used to that. It seems like ages have passed since Estelle and I talked, having a bit of a tiff the night of the dinner with my father, and honestly, I’m glad she seems a bit more comfortable with the idea of being official with me. It’d been something I dreamed of asking her for a while now, and I’m so fucking happy we found common ground in it... because it means I wake up to sights like this.

To walking into my room with Estelle wrapped in my sheets, messy hair and warm eyes staring up at me. “Good morning, sweetheart,” I whisper as I tug off my shirt, taking a few steps back towards the bed. She moves aside, making room for me, and I leap at the opportunity, clambering into bed beside her, my lips finding hers almost instantly. As my arms slink around her waist, I smoothly pull her body flush against me, a low growl spilling from my lips. “To think, if Copper hadn’t needed to go out... I could’ve had you in my arms fifteen minutes ago.” Estelle laughs, the sound almost melodious as it spills from her lips, and I quench it with another kiss, this one lingering and hot — my favorite kind. “Guess I’ll have to make up for lost time now, eh?”

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"You're nervous." patrick and leonard

Sometimes I wonder how people in the world can be so brave, so unabashedly themselves, when all I seem to do is conform to the expectations society expects of me. It's not the most healthy thing, particularly given the fact that it doesn't always end up with my being the happiest — but it's how it is. I'm a people pleaser, supposedly I get it from my mom, who didn't exactly put herself first when she was growing up either.

But God, there's nothing more that I wish for than to suddenly have the ability to put myself first now. To be able to just break up with Celia, to tell everyone the truth about how I'm just not that into her, and to walk into the party tonight with the guy I like on my arm. I wish it were that fucking simple, but I can't help but feel nauseous over the reality — that it isn't.

And I'm really not surprised that Patrick can see my feelings written all over my expression now. He's always been able to read me, every bit of nervousness, every spike of arousal — things with him have always been as easy as breathing, which is how we got into all of this to begin with. Because even if it's brand new, there's nothing that's ever felt so right.

I move to pet my dog, thankful that Patrick and I decided to go on a walk, just because it's easier to talk to him like this with no one around. And thankful it's in public, because otherwise I'd just fall to my knees before him in an attempt to act, rather than talk — because aren't actions better than words? I let out a shallow breath, looking up at him before I nod, not even attempting to hide the truth.

"Yeah," I confess, my hand scratching behind the dog's ears. "I mean, I know you're not coming tonight as my date— but I wish you were? I really fucking wish you were, so I could kiss you and tell the whole world that you're mine and that I want you. And I know my brother knows, that a few people do— but the rest of the world's different." My gaze falls from his, my insecurity causing my nausea to heighten again. "And I know that you're good with waiting, that what we have, it's not just sex. It's not just that, and I just... tonight scares the shit out of me because it feels like I could be giving you the best fucking night, where we sneak away to fuck and I kiss you whenever some guy hits on you, and we hook up in bathrooms— and I can't give you that tonight. And I'm nervous that we'll get there tonight and you'll resent me for it." I exhale a shallow breath. "And I really don't want you to resent me, not when I really fucking like you."

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"is it true?" beatrix and weston

I really should've seen this coming, but nothing could have prepared me for this, not really. My gaze doesn't leave hers, drinking in every facet of Beatrix's expression for moments. I'm sure she's heard the rumors by now, that last night when I was balls deep inside of a girl, I did the one thing I swore I'd never do — groaned out "I love you, Beatrix" as I was cumming inside of her. To say the girl was pissed was an understatement: she pushed me off of her, yelling profanities at me as she left the room.

Most girls I've slept with knew the rules, that it was never going to be more than a fuck to me. Sure, a few of them probably harbored this delusion that they'd be the girl to change that— but none of them have. This one wasn't even the first I'd called by Beatrix's name in the throes of an orgasm, just the first to hear those three words. I would've apologized, even after she threw her heels at me, but she wasn't really interested. And to tell you the truth, once I realized she hadn't kept the events of last night to herself, I admittedly wasn't either.

The one girl I was interested in talking to, well— that's a different story. Most people don't know the whole story of why Beatrix and I broke up, how messy it gets, or that months later, she's still the only girl on my mind. They assume that the reckless sex means she's far from my thoughts, but the truth is I bury myself in it. Fuck so hard and so often that I won't drown myself in how badly I miss her. God knows it isn't something I'm proud of, even if it's the only way I know how to get by.

When I catch sight of Beatrix in the hallways, I know she sees me. The look she sends my way, one of confusion and hurt makes it fairly obvious, and because of that, I'm not surprised when she turns away. Avoiding each other is almost a habit now, and it takes every bit of courage on my part to break it. I run across the halls, my hand catching her arm before she can pull away. "Bea," I croak out nervously, watching her expression — and not even flinching when I hear her question, only nodding. "Yeah," I confess, guilt flooding my entire body. "You know I can't stop thinking of you, that I fucking miss you— so yeah, it's true." I want to step closer, to hold her, to fucking kiss her like nothing went wrong between us — but that's her move.

"I want you back, Bea. I've said it before— and I'll say it forever until you hear it."

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"I just can't." saskia & matteo

I can't begin to tell you how uncomfortable the silence is between us — and how badly I'd give anything to break it. We've been walking in silence for what seems like hours now, my body an unfathomable foot away from hers, and for once, I lack the courage to close the distance between us. I've always been the bold one, the one who acted on impulse, the reckless lothario with no regard for the rules, but tonight, I'm powerless.

After all, this shit's in her hands now. And I can't do a damn thing about it.

It's been a few days since my hockey game, the day when she accidentally blurted out that she was my girlfriend — that we were fucking together or whatever — and I don't know what she thinks of it. Sure, she told me it was fine, a little smile kissing her lips as she stood above me in the locker room, one hand cradling my jawline as she touched me in a tender way. And honestly, I thought it'd be okay. Maybe it was a step I hadn't imagined Saskia taking just yet, but we'd get there someday. That was the end goal, the finish line I'd been trying to work us towards — and I'd be lying if I said I even cared that we’d gotten there early. 

Life’s not about deadlines, and it’s not as if I would ever turn away from this. Relationships haven't really been my thing for a few years now, sure, but for Saskia, I'd wanted to change that. She's different than any other girl I've known, and for about a year now, ever since I caught her gaze across the room in the American Lit, she's captivated my attention. She's had me in the palm of her hand, and I don't even know if she fucking knew it.

Hell, I'm not sure there isn't anything I wouldn't do for that girl. I think that even now, even as we're in the middle of a walk that I'm pretty sure will break my heart. I inhale a shallow breath, my hands fisting in my jacket, before I look back to her. "You know I don't agree with you," I finally admit, my gaze undoubtedly filled with more emotion than it should be. "But I'm not going to stop you from walking away.. If it's what you want, if it's what makes you happy." A bitter laugh breaks my lips. "If it makes you happy, then it can't be so bad, right?"

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👄 winney

Sometimes I wish I could read minds. It’s a thought I’ve had since I was a kid, when I didn’t know if people were nice to me because they liked me, or simply because they wanted to copy off of my homework. In retrospect, I realize it could’ve been both — but I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have that ability. Especially now, when I’m realizing for the first time what it’s like to like a boy. 

In my experience, most people don’t know what to make of Winston Harlow. He’s an enigma of sorts, the crazy smart boy who is nice to everyone despite the fact that half of them haven’t made the effort to get to know him, the secret hot boy that half of the girls I know talk about wanting to reform — but to me, he’s something simpler. My best friend, the person in the world I love most. My one safe place, at least until recently, when I realized I fantasize about him too — making me just like every other girl I hate. 

I tried to avoid him at first, when I realized I was spending my days thinking of ways to make him laugh, just so I could see that smile that makes my heart race one more time. It seemed so trite, wanting him in a way I’d made fun of other girls for doing, but I couldn’t help myself. He’s my best friend, it’s only natural I’d feel this way. After all, every example of love I’ve ever witnessed was this. My mom fell in love with her best friend, and it’s all I’ve ever wanted for myself — even if I have no clue what to make of it now. 

The sound of a girl’s laughter breaks me from my thoughts, and I turn just enough to see a girl, Amelia, eyeing Winston like he’s a piece of meat. I let out a groan before turning back, asking curiously, my voice higher than expected. “Do you like her?”

Without thinking, my hand finds Winston’s and I tug him closer, leaning up on my tiptoes. There isn’t more than a heartbeat’s worth of time that passes until my lips find his, somehow not enough for me to lose my courage, at least until I pull back. “I would say I’m sorry,” I whisper softly, my gaze finding his. “But I’ve been thinking about it for weeks... and I’m not sorry at all.”

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text: i just didn't want to embarrass you. / text: can we talk? / text: you look beautiful. // jugh

text: i just didn't want to embarrass you.

Jane → Hugh: How many times do I have to tell you that you could never, ever do that?Jane → Hugh: I like you, I chose you.Jane → Hugh: There’s nothing that will change that.

text: can we talk?

Jane → Hugh: if this is a breakup talk, I think I’ll pass.

text: you look beautiful.

Jane → Hugh: Really? I feel foolish..Jane → Hugh: I'm not good at dressing up like this...

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text: he was one of my brother’s friends, actually. / text: maybe i am interested. / text: it takes more than dinner and a movie. // warnina

text: he was one of my brother’s friends, actually. 

Warner → Seraphina: He looked a little too close for a friend of Silas’...Warner → Seraphina: And his hand was on your assWarner → Seraphina: You can’t tell me you enjoyed that

text: maybe i am interested. 

Warner → Seraphina: In a prick like that?Warner → Seraphina: Yeah, forgive me if I don’t buy it.

text: it takes more than dinner and a movie. 

Warner → Seraphina: Then it’s a good thing I bought us plane tickets to Venice.Warner → Seraphina: We’re in for a good week, sweetheart 😏

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# winney

contact name

love of my life

contact photo

contact ringtone

malibu - miley cyrus

last text

whitney → winston: so i just had dinner with my grandmother, and she was going on and on about how we need to set a date for our weddingwhitney → winston: and all i could think was that i want to marry you away from all of thatwhitney → winston: and honestly… i can’t wait to marry you. to be yours forever, for real.

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# warnina

contact name

sera 🥀

contact photo

contact ringtone

don’t fear the reaper - blue oyster cult

last text

warner → seraphina: you know, i don’t know if i believe you...warner → seraphina: you said you had dinner with your mother, yet i think i saw your cute little ass on winston’s snap story... in your and whitney’s housewarner → seraphina: so stop being stubborn and come over, i fucking miss you

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text: i can't say no to you. / text: come over, i want you hear. / text: you're my dream, honey. / text: i miss you. and i'm fucking hard, come home. // winney ❤️

text: i can’t say no to you. 

Whitney → Winston: You said no to me an hour ago, actuallyWhitney → Winston: It was rather distressing, considering…Whitney → Winston: i HAD TO FINISH THE JOB MYSELFWhitney → Winston: And to think you missed out on watching me 😘

text: come over, i want you hear.

Whitney → Winston: Oooh, I like the sound of thatWhitney → Winston: One condition though: I want kisses

 text: you’re my dream, honey. 

Whitney → Winston: And you’re mine.Whitney → Winston: Forever and ever, baby.

text: i miss you. and i’m fucking hard, come home. 

Whitney → Winston: I feel like you’re telling me what to do and it’s really kind of hot 😍Whitney → Winston: I’m on my way, my love.

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"We'd have really pretty babies, huh?" lincette 💕

There’s something about Violette’s question that makes me wonder what is going on in her head, as she’s never been one to mention a future between us— not because we don’t want one together, but because we’re not the type to plan too far ahead. I smile nonetheless, nodding at her question without even thinking much. I’m not sure if the fact that they’re half mine would do them any good, but they’ll surely be fucking beautiful if they look like their mom. “Stunning, actually.” I reply with a smile, allowing her to cuddle close to me as she ices my knee that has been hurting since my last game. It’s a constant for me to have some sort of injury, and Violette has grown fond of tending every wound lovingly until I’ve forgotten all about the pain. “I’ll just have to kill every fucking guy that gets close to my daughters.” My words make my wife laugh and she pushes my chest playfully, before her lips meet mine briefly. I groan, craving for more even though I know she won’t give it to me until I’ve given her a proper reply. “They’ll be the most beautiful kids in the world, babe. Just because I know they will all look like you. —I’m actually curious to see them.”

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[text]: I'm coming home for lunch. I've got an hour, and I plan to make the most of it. / bruca 💓

Aubrey→ Luca: I’ll be in the kitchen waiting for you.Aubrey → Luca: With no underwear.