#she textin all of her friends!

[vzajemnik]

just messaged my old internet friend..........i will curl up and die in a second out of embarrassment but truth is i miss her so much. even though every time we met it was clear we work better online which is such a weird feeling but. sigh. 6 years......................

[enwoso]

IN PLAIN SIGHT — alessia russo

as promised and by very popular demand!! not even gonna lie i kinda love how this turned out:)

mainly just fluff but a little suggestive;)

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being on england camp was something you always loved, being able to represent your country at the highest level was something you could only dream of when you were growing up, wanting nothing more than to follow in your big sisters footsteps.

being surrounded by your friends, your older sister leah all while being able to play the sport that you loved was something that never felt real.

"and then keira said- your not even listenin'!" leah huffed throwing her arms up in the air as you glanced from your phone placing it face down on your sisters bed as she turned to face you.

"i was!" you smiled sweetly in your defence, hoping leah would buy it and carry on with what ever she had been talking about as in reality you hadn't the simplest idea of what she had been talking about for the past twenty minutes.

"mhm, you looked it too!" leah sassed as your rolled your eyes at your older sister's dramatics. "anyways who you textin' with such a cheesy grin on your little face" she asked as your smile dropped a little. "don't think i didn't notice"

"i- uh just a friend" you stutter as leah raised an eyebrow clearly not satisfied with your answer but you weren't ready to tell her the truth of who you were actually texting out of pure fear of her reaction.

"and does said friend have a name?" leah smiled as she moved to sit next to you on her bed as your brain worked fast to try and figure out a way out of answering the question.

"oh it's just an old school friend, i don't-"

"yeah i remember your school friends which one?" you could tell leah didn't believe a single word that was coming from your mouth as she was sat with a look that you knew and seen quite a few time when you were growing up as she was trying to squeeze the actual truth from you but you were giving her no luck.

"um i don't think you met this one, anyways it's getting late i should probably get back to my room, busy day of training tomorrow" you rambled out quickly getting up from leah's bed as quickly as you could before she had the chance to bombard you with anymore questions saying a quick goodbye to your sister as you left.

walking down the corridor of st george's park in direction of a certain someone's room instead of your own, looking over your shoulder every so often to make sure that none of of the england girls where around to see your movements.

three knocks on the door in the same pattern you always did, as a few seconds passed before the door opened, alessia stood with a soft smile on her face as she let you in quickly shutting the door behind her.

"hi love" she mumbled into your hair as you wrapped your arms around her waist mumbling a hello against her as she lifted you up and walked from the doorway to her bed, lying down on it as all you could hear was her heart beating against her chest drowning out the sound of the tv playing a series that alessia had clearly been watching to pass time.

"m’sorry it took me so long to come, i was with leah" you said quietly moving so that the two of you were more comfy.

the blonde shaking her head, "it's okay, i knew that's where you'd be - so actually i was expecting you to be longer!" she assured you as you laughed a little at the last part knowing that leah loved to talk, your older sister always having something to say or comment on.

not always the shy angel that some thought she was - that being only reserved for those she wasn't as comfortable around.

as for you and alessia, nobody knew about your relationship. everyone saw the two of you as best friends and while you were to the outside, behind closed doors and away from prying eyes it had blossomed into something more meaningful, the two of you wrapped up in your own little love bubble.

you'd know alessia for a while having grown up with her and a lot of the current england squad in the youth teams all together however it wasn't until the world cup when you both admitted your feelings to each other a few weeks later after the heartbreak of the final, you finally after years of dancing around the bush asked alessia to be your girlfriend.

the two of you had been together now for seven months. and with each day that passed you were more and more scared of your older sisters reaction to you dating alessia.

you had grown bored of the series alessia was watching your fingers trailing up and down the blondes arm in hope you would peel her attention from the tv screen and onto you instead.

at first you were having no look until you felt a slight shiver from the girl, her face turning to look at you a sheepish smile appearing on your face. “hi”

“hi” she breathed out her face inches away from touching yours. the blonde looking into your blue orbs, deciding if she was going to make the move or if she was waiting for you to, seconds later bringing her hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and using her thumb to run across your cheekbones, pulling you that little bit closer to her.

you allowing alessia to pull you, your faces stopping that mere millimetre away from each other, alessia’s hand remaining in its place. taking in being able to feel your soft skin under her finger tips again.

your lips barely grazing, but you could feel your breath mixing together.

“please” you whimpered, unable to stop the begging tone from the slowness of the build up as it was killing you. “what?” alessia innocently asked as you rolled your eyes.

you could feel alessia’s lips graze yours as you moved that little bit closer, your lips now ever so slightly touching.

“just kiss me-“ you breathed out, alessia nodding and moving her head forward allowing your lips to connect properly. you both taking a deep breath at the familiar tingles from your connection.

your hand resting on the blondes thigh, squeezing it slightly as the blonde let out a small moan, finally getting the sound you’d been craving.

alessia ran her hand that was previously on your cheek to the back of your neck, “i love you” alessia moaned into the kiss, her breath hitching as she felt your tongue come out and graze her bottom lip. alessia bringing her own out to touch yours, you squeezing alessia’s thigh in response.

“i love you so much” you whispered against her lips, as you felt alessia pull lightly on the back of your hair. “wish i could stay with you tonight” you added as you both pulled away to regain your breath.

“someone would definitely get suspicious then, love” she smiled softly, her pupils dilated as she looked at you so in love.

you frowned for a split second, before moving to straddle the blonde as her hands quickly found your waist you the one this time to rest your hands on her neck.

leaning in ever so slightly, “we better make good use of the time we have together then!” you whispered, alessia seeing a change in your eyes, they were darker as you continued leaning in trailing kissing from her jawline down to her neck.

finding the skin of her neck between your lips as you kissed her neck with a little more pressure, your teeth nipping slightly at the skin. knowing exactly where and how she liked to be kissed, as alessia’s grip on your waist tightened as small whines fell from her lips.

“i- fuck, babe, no marks please” she cursed under her breath, as you hummed against her skin, however you knew you couldn’t make any promises to the blonde.

sitting down with georgia and ella while you ate breakfast conversating over small things as well as the next matches that were in a few days time.

“less is late down today?" georgia said out of the blue, your eyebrows raising a little, "she's probably still doin' her hair- y'know what she's like!" ella rolled her eyes as you nodded a long agreeing with the two of them.

you’d left alessia’s room early this morning after falling asleep in her room last night, not wanting to have to explain to any of your teammates why you’d be in there when they came to knock on for the blonde.

doing your usual routine of kissing her forehead, mumbling an ‘i love you’ and sending her a text message for when she woke up so she knew where you’d be before leaving to your own room to get ready.

your shrugged your shoulders as you put another spoonful of your breakfast into your mouth and the topic changed once again.

"so in ireland we need to go and try-" you were in the middle of a new topic of things you may have time to see and do in your short trip to ireland for the next match when all of a sudden milk is being sprayed from ella’s mouth and all of you.

"ELLA! what the fuck man!" you groan loudly looking down at your now soaking wet training jumper. "ay language!" you heard leah yell over from another table rolling your eyes you turned back to ella and georgia who were both sat opposite you as milk dripped down your face.

"what was that for?" you ask, moving quickly to take your jumper off, leaving you in your training top. you look up to georgia and ella who are both sending gawk eyes at whoever is stood behind you.

"what- oh hey lessi" you gave her a small smile as she stood stone faced behind you, wincing as you realised why she had that look on her face.

a hickey that you’d given her from last night had formed on her neck all red and purple, you could tell she’d try to put concealer over it however it wasn’t enough to cover it.

“oo um, you sleep well?” you cringed sending the blonde a sorry look as you watched the ella and georgia burst out laughing the two nearly on the verge of crying with laughter, you not totally understanding what was so funny.

“less- if you ask, the kitchen staff they may be able to give you a whisk!” ella joked in between her loud laughs with georgia, a few of the girls around the room looking over to your table with confused looks as alessia scoffed walking away in the direction of the where the food was being served to get her own breakfast.

you felt yourself sink further into the chair, unsure of how the next few minutes were going to go, georgia and ella finally beginning to stop laughing. “so you and less huh?” georgia wiggled her eyebrows.

“um- wait how do you know?” you asked, pushing the rest of your breakfast around with your spoon.

“well one you’ve just confirmed our suspicions and two it was pretty obvious mate” georgia pointed out as they both began to list out interactions they had noted between you and the blonde.

it ranging from little looks they’d noticed to the small touches and how you would act around each other when you both thought nobody was watching you.

“and from then, the whole team realised you were both together” ella finished as you hummed along, alessia now sat down next to you eating her own breakfast, your ears perking up at the sound of the words ‘whole team’

did that mean leah already knew too?

“what do you mean whole team?” you said calmly however you could feel your heart racing. alessia sensing your panic as she placed her hand on your knee to reassure you.

“well everyone had their suspicions, even leah” ella shrugged as your eyes widen but you were also wondering why she had never brought it up to you.

“um, i’ll be back” you shot up out your seat, rushing off towards your sister before they had a chance to ask where you were going.

the three watching as you rushed off in direction of type sisters table.

“le, can i talk to you?” you said quickly, startling your sister at your presence as she sat with keira, beth, millie and mary.

“yeah, what’s wrong?” she smiled turning to face you as you stood to the side of her, leah’s arm rest in on the back of the chair, noticing your panicked state.

“in private” you mumbled, your eyes flicking towards the two girls leah was sat with. your sister nodded as she began to stand up, telling the two girls she would be back in a minute as you both began to walk outside of the canteen.

“what’s wrong, why you all nervous?” leah asked, worried look growing on her face with each passing second as you both stood in the hallway of st george’s park. you fidgeting with the rings in your fingers as your tried to find you words.

“so, do you um- know about me” you trailed off, stumbling over your words as leah smiled to herself nodding knowing now exactly what you were going to say.

“about you and alessia being in a relationship? she finished your sentence for you, you head snapping up at your sisters words as you shyly nodded biting your top lip to stop the big grin from appearing on your face as you still were unsure of her initial reaction.

“of course, you two are not very discreet y’know- basically in plain sight!” leah laughed a little to herself as your smile slowly started to grow.

“but you do know that you live with me and i’ve heard quite a few of your conversations with each other over the past few months!” leah pointed out as you face frozefor a minute, your cheeks starting to go all hot and probably red as your brain replayed a few of yours and alessia’s conversation, some definitely not what you want your older sister to be over hearing.

“how come you never told me?” leah asked as you shrugged, you knew why but you weren’t sure if you were ready to admit that out loud to your older sister.

you sighed, “just didn’t know how you were gonna react, i guess”

“your so stupid at times, along as your happy i don’t care who your dating!” leah laughed as she pulled you in for a hug as you rolled your eyes at her harmless insult.

“sorry for not telling you” you smiled as leah nodded her hand waving backwards dismissing your comment.

“but if alessia ever breaks your heart, i will not hesitate to make her life a living hell!” leah said in her serious tone, her face dropping to that scary glare she did all too easily as she rambled on about giving alessia the talk later on.

you groaning as you rolled your eyes at your older sister protectiveness, nudging her a little as you both walked back into the canteen.

“hey! i’m just looking out for my baby sister!”

(pretend it’s you and less!)

y/nwilliamson

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y/nwilliamson forgot to mention🩷 @alessia

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ellatoone and they thought we didn’t know🙄😅

1h         194 likes reply

leahwilliamson happy for you both but i was being serious about my last part - i’m watching you russo!

1h         327 likes reply

-> alessia 🫡

-> y/nwilliamson stop acting all tough! your a big softie!!

keirawalsh is this the hard launch?

1h         110 likes reply

-> y/nwilliamson something like that🤔

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[wileys-russo]

Lucy bronze and reader are in a secret (not quite) relationship. Reader is Georgia stanways sister and therefore Leah’s honorary sister, and the two have their suspicions you’re seeing someone but won’t tell them. They think it’s Alessia you’re dating because she’s your best friend and the two of you are always together. But you and Lucy get drawn as room mates for camp and maybe there’s a hickey or two that isn’t covered up properly and that’s when the ball drops? And when confronted lucy just is quite casually like “yeah that’s my girlfriend. And?” Shocking reader as well because they’ve never actually talked about it before

girlfriend II l.bronze

"nah i'm telling you g it's gotta be less." "but they're just mates!" "mates who are together all the time. they even live together, no?" "well she said she's inbetween places while she waits to see if her contracts renewed." "georgia...they're dating."

"whose dating?" keira interrupted her best friends, taking a seat at their table and placing down her tray of food, shoving away leah's hand who reached for her packet of crisps.

"y/n and alessia." leah announced matter of factly as georgia hummed, still not completely convinced. "and exactly how have you come to this conclusion?" keira sighed before taking a bite of her banana, staring blankly at the two blondes across from her whose gazes were focused on the other stanway sister sitting across the dining hall.

"well. she's been staring at her phone a lot lately all smiley but a different kind of smiley, then she keeps posting them photos of someone else on her instagram but not tagging them, she dodges our facetimes saying shes out with a friend but won't tell me who-" georgia started to recount as keira hummed, completely unconvinced.

"- and then the other day when we was at our parents place she was clearly on the phone to someone and was dead giggly, but then i walked in and she went all weird and hung up." georgia rolled her eyes.

"and this makes you think she's dating alessia?" keira narrowed her eyes. "no! that's leahs theory. but i know she's datin someone and we're gonna find out who." georgia replied firmly as leah hummed in agreement, keira shaking her head.

"well don't include me in this we, cause this is not gonna end well gee. leave her be! she's got a right to privacy much as you have." keira chastised as georgia merely scoffed.

"not in this family she hasn't."

~

"who ya textin then?" you were quick to turn off your screen as your younger sister collapsed beside you on a beanbag, shoving her away and mumbling about personal space.

"looking awfully chipper there aren’t we my girl." you sighed as leah immediately flopped down on your other side, slipping your phone into your pocket and trying to leave, only to be pulled right back down.

"i was smiling at a tiktok, can i help you both solve any other mysteries holmes and watson?" you huffed, fed up with your sisters consistent prying into your personal life, just trying to enjoy the down time before training this afternoon, all of you currently in camp preparing for the euros squad selection in just a few weeks time.

"yes you can matter of fact. you can help us figure out who you're dating!" georgia beamed as your face dropped and you tried to get up with a huff, leahs hands grabbing at the back of your jumper and tugging you down again as she stretched an arm across your shoulders.

"that's none of your business. lee get off me!" you grunted at leah who effectively held you down into the beanbag. "so you are dating someone then?" georgia gasped, clapping her hands together gleefully as you rolled your eyes.

"i didn't say that. i just said that topic is none of your business!" you warned as your sister waved you off. "yes it is. so whose the lucky lass? or lad? no judgement here!" georgia shrugged as you glared daggers into the side of her head.

"no one. you always do this georgia, i'm sick of it!" you growled and leah sensing you were actually starting to become upset quickly let you go as you shot to your feet.

"you're a nosy little cow and you're always sticking it in my business. my personal life is mine and the more that you, and you, try to pry into that the further i'm gonna ice you both out." you glared at both blondes sitting on the beanbags before storming off, alessia watching from the other side of the room with a concerned frown and hurrying off after you.

"see? told you. dating!" leah pointed it out with a nod, georgia shrugging in somewhat agreeance as keira appeared in front of them with her arms folded and a stern look on her face. "what?" leah frowned as the girl shook her head at them.

"are you happy now? thats clearly upset her and the pair of you aren't even sorry. just leave her be!" was all the brunette warned before walking off again.

~

"she's relentless!" you groaned, head slumping back onto the older girls chest as her hands gently massaged your shoulders whilst you sat inbetween her legs on the bed.

"she's just being your sister, she cares about ya." lucy chuckled, finding the whole situation quite amusing as she tried to ease the mounting tension in your neck.

"i wish she didn't! thank god we got roomed together or else i don't think i'd be able to see you all camp. she's probably paid someone off to follow me round!" you rolled your eyes with another huff, folding your arms over your chest.

"aih grumpy, settle down or you're gonna pull a muscle." you felt her body vibrate with quiet laughter behind you, eased by her thick northern accent as she pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

"easy for you to say. they haven't a clue we're sneaking around so you're off their radar, they think i'm dating less of all people!"

"sneaking around then are we?" "well what else would you call this?" "hey you were the one who told her and leah you're staying with alessia instead of with me, no wonder she thinks you're dating the two of you are practically attached at the hip."

"jealous are we bronzey?" you turned around to give her a teasing grin as the brunette rolled her eyes and shoved your face away, shuffling back on the bed a bit and laying down.

"don't need to be, i'm well aware of everything i do to ya that less certainly couldn't." lucy now smirked as your cheeks tinted pink and you smacked her leg, climbing on top of her as her hands settled on your thighs.

"she could! what would you know anyway?" you grinned as you slowly leant in, much too slow for lucys liking who tugged on the collar of your jumper, pulling you down into a kiss.

"much more than you know kid." lucy sat up and flushed your body closer into hers, lips beginning to attack at your neck as your eyes fluttered close, feeling her large warm hands begin to roam your body.

"your ego needs checking." you chuckled with a small shake of your head, her confidence being one of the things that had attracted you to her the most the night you'd first began this little series of hook ups.

in all honesty you weren't sure what the two of you were, you'd not really had that conversation yet in the month or so you'd been seeing one another, staying with her in manchester while you navigated the impending transfer season.

"there's other parts of me that require checking right now love!" lucy smirked and you squealed as she quickly flipped the two of you, her taller form now hovering over yours as her lips teasingly brushed yours.

her hand slipped up your jumper and pressed you down into the bed as you tried to kiss her, her lips once again attaching to your neck as you pushed your head back into the pillow with a sigh of pleasure.

"you know sarinas rule." you managed to breathe out feeling her nip at your neck, hissing in both pain and pleasure as her tongue traced the mark she just created.

"ay, no sex. but there's plenty we can do that's not that."

~

"nobody better notice, it's bad enough having her on my case for smiling at my phone. once she see's this she's gonna bury me!" you glared at lucy as the two of you exited the room to head down to dinner, tugging your hood over your head as the older girl simply smiled and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

"incoming!" you braced as you heard an all too familiar voice, a body charging into you from behind and jumping onto your back as you tried to stay on your feet but failed miserably, crashing to the ground and taking georgia with you.

"you're such a dickhead!" you groaned out in pain, shoving her off of you as leah came bounding up behind her, rubbing at your head which had thumped against the ground at the sudden attack.

"excuse me what is that?" leah asked with an accusatory tone, pointing to your neck with a stern glare as you were quick to flip your hair over your shoulder and tug your hood up.

"nothing." you dismissed, trying to get to your feet but crying out as georgias body again slammed into yours, the two of you rolling around on the floor before she eventually sat on top of you and pinned your hands under her knees.

"georgia get off man! this isn't the wwe." you grunted, struggling underneath your younger but seemingly stronger sister who tugged your hood off and gasped at the dark red hickey on your neck.

"who gave you that! where's alessia?" georgia looked around as you rolled your eyes. "probably in her own room. she's my best friend georgia we are not dating, you're deluded!" you dismissed the accusations as leah looked between you, lucy and the hotel room you'd both just come out of, cogs turning in her head before it clicked.

"you!" leah pointed accusingly to the taller brunette, georgia looking around and then putting the pieces together before her jaw dropped and you took the opportunity to shove her off of you, standing quickly to your feet.

"aye, she's my girlfriend. and?" lucy stated quite casually as her arm again slipped over your shoulder and you turned to her with a look of surprise, the shock only hitting leah and georgia further.

"see you at dinner then." lucy smiled, tugging you with her as she headed off toward the elevator, leaving a stunned leah and georgia in her wake as the doors closed behind you.

"girlfriend?" you asked with a surprised smile, the midfielder shrugging calmly. "is this you asking me or telling me?" you took a step away from her and folded your arms over your chest.

"asking, but then again you're only human...so is it even a question?" the girl smiled smugly and you scoffed, smacking at her chest as she pulled your body into hers, trapping you in a tight hug.

"your confidence is nauseating." you fake gagged as she rolled her eyes. "acting like you don't love it." she promptly shut you up with a kiss, pressing your body into the wall beside you before the doors opened and she pushed herself away, offering you a hand as the two of you stepped out, missing your sister come flying out of the fire exit having sprinted down the stairs.

"LUCY COME HERE I'M GONNA KILL YA!"

[moremaybank]

UR BEST FRIEND — s.c

pairing sarah cameron x fem!reader

summary sarah's dating john b, but also happens to be in love with you; john b's best friend. (based on the song "ur best friend" by kiana ledé feat. kehlani)

warnings oral sex (fem. receiving), fingering, choking, spitting, scissoring, language, cheating (sarah on john b — oops), kinda toxic and a lil angsty with a fluffy ending

author's note the "ur" is intentional! song linked here ♡︎ please listen to it, it's one of my faves of all time and you def won't regret it

sarah masterlist

we ain’t felt like us in a minute

whole damn time i knew i shouldn’t have did it

might’ve got too excited, i’ll admit it

almost called your name when he was in it

Sarah finds that she can’t cum unless she pictures that it’s you who’s making her do so. It’s not like the sex with John B is bad. It isn’t. It’s a shame what she’s doing to him, convincing him that she’s head over heels and insatiable when it comes to the love and touches he provides her with as if she doesn’t feel those very things for his best friend. But she can’t bear to hurt him. She cares about him deeply, and there is a connection there. 

Still, ever since you came around and intertwined your life with hers deeper than she’s ever imagined, she’s been missing that spark with her boyfriend. The spark that makes her knees weak and makes her stomach do flips. The spark that ignites a flutter in her core, that makes her soak through her panties in anticipation of the pleasure that will soon fill every molecule of her being. 

The spark that only lights because of you.

She opens her eyes, and she’s almost disappointed when her eyes land on John B’s and not yours. Your soft skin isn’t pressing against hers. Your kiss-swollen lips aren’t the ones melting into her own like silk. The moans of ecstasy aren’t emitting from your sweet mouth. 

All Sarah wants is you, and she has you. But not right now, and not in the way she truly longs for.

ooh, it’s wrong, but you make me feel right

textin’ your phone while right beside him

wish it was anyone besides him

It’s date night for Sarah and John B, the two of them on the couch in the chateau as they watch a movie. 

Sarah scrolls mindlessly through her phone, her feet propped on John B’s lap while he dozes off. The main characters in the movie are slowly becoming intimate, their kisses growing deeper and sloppier as they begin to remove each other’s clothing and profess their love in a toe-curling fashion. 

Sarah’s thighs squeeze together as she tries to quell the ache but also provide a small sense of friction to her throbbing clit. She’s crazy. John B’s right there. She could take care of things right now, and find her release with the help of her boyfriend. But she isn’t thinking about him.

She’s thinking about you.

She whips out her phone once more, opening her messages and clicking on your shared chat.

i miss you :(( please tell me you get off work soon

Her eyes flit up to the top left corner of her screen, noticing that the time is now nine o’clock on the dot. Once her eyes return to your messages, she sees that you’re typing. Anticipation and excitement roll through her as she awaits your response. 

just finished baby. meet me at mine in a half hour?

Sarah grins as she types out her response.

you can bet on it <3

i was with my man last night

and i just realized what i felt that night wasn’t wrong

thought about you in the whole car ride, like

i hate that you ain’t your best friend (x2)

“God, I missed you,” you mumble against Sarah’s wet lips. 

The minute she stepped inside your house, you pulled her in for a kiss and wouldn’t dare let her go until you got a little fill of what you’d been waiting all day for. Then, before you both knew it, you were piled into your shower with your naked bodies pressed together as one.

Your lips trail down her neck as your hands move to massage her breasts. You pinch her nipples and she sighs as she leans against the wall. Her back arches and she pushes herself further into your hold. 

“I missed you more. Haven’t even gotten off properly since the last time I was with you.”

“Yeah?” You ask, leaving more open-mouthed kisses on her skin while you slowly sink to your knees. “I can fix that for you if you’d like.”

She nods, her eyes screwing shut when she feels your thumb swipe over her clit ever so lightly. “Yes. Yes, please.”

You grin, “So pretty when you beg for me, baby.”

Your hand hooks under the back of her knee and you pull her leg over your shoulder, opening her core up to you. Your hands then move to cup her ass, and you force her cunt onto your tongue. Her hips buck when your tongue graces through her folds, licking and sucking at anywhere you can reach. You flick stripes onto her, taking your time and teasing her as you ghost around her most sensitive bud. You can taste her arousal as it seeps out of her more and more, and you savour it as if you’ll never get another chance to do so. 

“You taste so good,” you murmur. You slip a finger into her slowly, pulling back to watch her face contort in pleasure. “You’re so tight too. Barely giving my finger a chance to move, baby.”  

Returning your mouth to her, you trace the outline of her clit and feel her buck her hips into you when you start to suck on it. You pull away to speak as you add another finger. They hook up into her g-spot, curling and probing it as your eyes lock with hers.

“That’s it. Ride my face. Use me just how you like,” you encourage, sticking your tongue back out for her use. Her hands slip into your hair as she obeys you, holding your head in place and riding your tongue with need.

Her moans grow louder, and you shake your head back and forth when her motions falter, helping her reach her high. Your face is practically buried in her when you flick her clit just right and press the special spot inside her simultaneously, causing her to fall apart. She releases your head, twisting and pulling at her nipples as she rides out her orgasm. She shivers, nearly losing her balance if it weren’t for your hold on her. 

“I love watching you cum,” you speak, slowly slipping your cum-coated fingers out of her hole and rising back onto your feet. Your other hand grabs her face as you push your fingers into her mouth, letting her taste herself. “You look so pretty, like an angel.”

hey, he had the courage to step up ‘n pull up

six speed like

puttin’ so much work, just to make it work

and he’s almost perfect, and that’s why it hurts

and he calls me family, that’s what make it worse

You’d harboured feelings for Sarah long before she was even on John B’s radar. Truthfully, you didn’t think she would ever be into you, and so you never made a move. But the guilt bubbled inside you so powerfully whenever you saw the two of them together. It also didn’t help that he’d come to you for everything, especially when he was in dire need of help. You suffered through hearing about their first date, the first time they slept together, and everything in between. 

You envied him. If only you’d had the courage the way he did, maybe you’d be in his position. Getting to call Sarah yours in public. Kissing the life out of her whenever you saw her, no matter who was around or watching. Being the only one who got to touch her and make her cum in the heavenly way she did so. 

It isn’t fair. Lusting and pining after your best friend’s girlfriend. John B’s always been there for you, without fail, and he’s one of the most important people in your life. But you can’t help your feelings, they’re uncontrollable. And though you wanted Sarah first, you couldn’t just turn off what you felt for her in the blink of an eye.

“You good?” Kie asks as you watch John B pull Sarah into his hold, seeing the two of them giggle and beam at each other. 

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Why?”

“Maybe because you’re giving John B and Sarah the death stare.”

Your head snaps away, your eyes finding Kie’s immediately as you try to play it off.

“Nah, it’s not…it’s not like that. I just zoned out. I got a lot going on.”

“Whatever you say,” she hums, taking a swig of her beer.

Your eyes move back onto the couple for a few seconds, and Sarah happens to catch your eye. She gives you a saddened look, mouthing an I’m sorry to you form across the way. You nod in response, giving her a half-hearted smile before getting up to get another drink. 

There was no way you could stomach the sight of them sober.

it’s wrong but i make you feel right

you textin’ my phone while right beside him

wish it was anyone besides him

“Oh my god, yes!” Sarah exclaims. “Please don’t stop. Please.”

You continue rolling your hips, rutting your clit against Sarah’s as you ride her pussy. You’re clutching onto her left leg, adorning the skin of her calf and knee with kisses. Her pleas rile you up further, and your left hand grabs her by the throat. 

“Open wide for me,” you command with a stern voice, squeezing your hand slightly. 

Sarah listens, always one to follow your orders. Her tongue sticks out as she stretches her mouth open for you. You lean down, spitting into it and letting your grip on her tighten as you ride her harder. 

“Now swallow.”

Sarah does as you say, showing you the proof when her mouth opens up to you again.

“Such a good slut for me, hm? You’d let me do anything I wanted, wouldn’t you?” Your fingers stuff into her mouth, nearly gagging her as you begin to swivel your hips in a circle and throw your head back as the pit in your core tightens. It starts to build, tighter and tighter as you’re on the brink of your release. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

You retract your fingers from her mouth and they find purchase in her hair as you pull her head up to your chest. Sarah sticks out her tongue, slithering it against one of your nipples as her eyes lock on yours. Her hot breath against your flesh makes you shiver as it breezes over your wet bud. You cry out when you cum with Sarah right behind you as her head falls back against her pillow. 

“Yes, fuck!” 

You nearly collapse on top of her, your lips finding hers and capturing them in a greedy kiss. You lick into her mouth, tasting her as your chest heaves. When you pull away, her eyes are dancing with mischief.

“Wanna go again?” 

Before you can respond, her phone dings, notifying you both that someone has texted her. The hand she has on your hip squeezes it in comfort as she reaches over and grabs it. Her smile fades, and your brow raises.

“Who is it?”

She gulps, “It’s John B. He…He needs me. Something went down between him and JJ.”

“Right, yeah,” you say, climbing off of her slowly. “I’ll just go then.”

“Y/N,” she speaks, her voice in a pleading tone. “You know that’s not what I want. But he’s my boyfriend. I’m supposed to be there for him.”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t need you to remind me that you aren’t mine.” The bitterness seeps from your voice as you get dressed. “I’m just getting tired of being your secret.”

“Y/N, please. I’ll tell him. You just gotta give me time.”

“I have given you time! It’s been months, Sarah. And I know it isn’t easy for you, but, fuck, it’s not easy for me either. He’s my best friend.” Your movements come to a stop, and you find her eyes. “Maybe…maybe we should just end this. We both know that you won’t walk away from him, and I’m not gonna stick around and get hurt by you even more than I already have.”

Pain flashes across Sarah’s face and she gets out of bed. Her hands find your face when she reaches you, urging you to look at her again. 

“Don’t. Don’t leave me.” 

She pulls you in for a kiss, soft and head-spinning as her lips brush against yours. You try to resist, but you can’t help it. You melt into her and grant her access when her tongue swipes against your bottom lip.

You’re stuck. You’re in deep. Too deep.

you was with your man last night

and you just realized what you felt that night wasn’t wrong

thought me on your whole car ride, like

i hate that you ain’t your best friend (x2)

The drive home from Sarah’s is a mopey one. Void by The Neighbourhood buzzes through the speakers of your car, contributing to your sulking. Part of you wonders if she feels the same way you do. Far past hurt because you can’t be together. Envious when she sees someone else’s hands on you at a party, like she wants to rip them away from you and pull you into her own arms instead. Dying to kiss you when she catches your eye in public. 

Part of you thinks that she’s just into you for the sex. That the reason she won’t leave John B is because she’s getting the best of both worlds. A relationship with someone who dotes on you without ever wavering, and great, passionate sex with someone she considers to be her current fixation.

But you can’t be more wrong.

Meanwhile, on Sarah’s ride over to John B’s, all she can think about is ending things with him. It’s horrible timing, but the longer she waits, the worse it becomes. She’s hurting badly. She wants to be with you. More than she’s ever wanted anything in her life. The way she loves you is tearing her up inside because she’ll never be able to truly bare her soul to you if she’s still in her relationship.

Another thing weighing on her mind is how close she came to losing you today. Hearing how wounded you were by the fact that she didn’t really and truly belong to you, that you’re constantly forced to watch the girl you love with your best friend. She’s always so wrapped up in her guilt toward John B that she failed to notice that the guilt and pain were taking its toll on you too.

So she has to buck up. If she doesn’t, then she’ll lose you for good.

i always knew from the beginning

the whole damn time, it’s you that i was feelin’ 

seems like things are better when forbidden 

and that’s why i hate that

i hate that you ain’t your best friend

The next day, you’re still in a grumpy mood. You showered last night upon coming home, and you’ve been glued to your bed ever since. You roll your eyes as Jenny from Gossip Girl whines to her father Rufus about quitting school, and suddenly, you hear a knock on your front door. You let out a groan, dramatically rolling out of bed and making your way down to tell whoever’s choosing to bother you right now to fuck off. But when you open the door, you come face to face with the girl you love.

There she is, standing in the pouring rain, her clothes wholly drenched and her hair sticking to the sides of her face. 

“Sarah? Come inside, you’re going to get pneumonia,” you say. Your fingers circle her wrist and you tug her into your warm home. Your hands rub her arms up and down as you try to warm her up. You can practically hear her teeth chattering as her cold body trembles. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I needed to talk to you,” she murmurs.

“And you couldn’t have called me? The roads are crazy, and this storm is supposed to be the worst one of the year.”

“I love you.”

Sarah blurts it out so fast that you think you’re dreaming. 

“I— What?”

She tucks a wet clump of strands behind her ear, before grabbing both of your hands into hers. Her thumbs run over your knuckles as she searches for the courage to look at you again.

“You’re the reason I was with John B in the first place. I…I wanted to be close to you, anyway I could, because I thought that you were never going to make your move. You could never say how you felt about me, and then John B did, and I figured…this would be the only way to stay close to you. But I love you, Y/N. Not him.” 

Your eyes are welling with tears, and you smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirms, her own lips curling up as she watches your eyes sparkle. “It was never him. It was always you.”

You use your intertwined hands to pull her closer. “You better kiss me, then.”

And she does.

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[punktactical]

OLDER , ace + ?

★

summary ; ace finds out you like him. time to make his move! things don't seem to go as planned . . . (highschool au)

warnings ; cussing , older man - younger woman , crackfic-ish? , fluff.

a/n ; requests r open, that's all i've got to say

★

★

everyone knew you had a thing for ace, it was no secret.

you always asked to be partners in projects, always coming over to his house, and always finding excuses to be close to each other. so when ace finally found out, he was ecstatic.

"holy shit, [y/n] likes me?" sabo rolled his eyes, frowning. "didn't you know? it's obvious as hell." ace shakes his head, slightly flustered. he always thought you were cute but he never thought you'd fall for someone like him. luffy chewed on his granola bar, smacking loudly. "so are you guys getting married?" ace screeched, glowing red. "no, what the hell? that's for grown ups, luffy!" sabo snapped his fingers, bringing ace's attention back to him. "so what're you going to do now with this information?" ace shrugs, rubbing the back of his head. "ask her out, i guess." luffy raises his hand, grinning.

"there's a dance this friday after school, how about you ask her to the dance!"

so that's how ace got here, standing in the middle of the hallway with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a teddy bear in the other. sabo looked around the corner, before turning back around with a whisper-shout. "here she comes! get ready!" sabo and luffy rush to hide, while ace gulps down his nervousness. he can hear your sweet giggles down the hallway, chatting with your friends. he could listen to you all day.

you finally turn the corner, stopping in your tracks. there stood portgas d. ace, your close friend, holding a bouquet of flowers for god knows who. your group whispered amongst themselves, before nudging you forward. ace grins sheepishly at you, before holding the items out to you. quirking an eyebrow up, you question him. "what's this all about?" with a shaky breath, he answers -

"do you wanna go to the dance with me this friday?"

your friends squeal, obviously taking videos capturing the cute moment. you smile, cheeks warming a shade of red. "of course, ace." you grab the items and wrap your arms around him. he smiled into your shoulder, arms snaking around your back. he felt like he had finally won at life.

the day of the dance had finally come around, leaving ace anxious. does he look good? does he look stupid? why wasn't his hair cooperating, damn it! as he continued to fuss over his appearance, a looming figure crosses over him.

"ace?"

the raven-haired boy shrieks, spinning around. it was that damn old man, garp. he laughs at the younger boy, arms crossed over his chest. ace grumbles, pouting slightly. "can you not sneak up on me? i'm busy right now, grandpa." the older man shakes his head. "what's got you so worked up?" ace brushes through his hair, a soft blush collecting on his face. should he tell him? nah, he'll embarrass him even more -

"ace is going to the dance with his girlfriend." luffy speaks between chewing, a piece of chicken in his hand. "fuck you!" ace barks, stomping away to his room. he can hear garp's boisterous laugh from downstairs, taunting him.

★

"do you really need to drive me to the dance?" ace was currently sitting in the back of garp's car, arms crossed pathetically. garp shakes his head. "no, but i just wanna see yer little girlfriend." he grins, flashing his teeth in the rear view mirror. ace sneers at him. "why? you've met her before, it's [y/n]." garp's eyes widen, grin deepening. "her? that sweet girl? why'd she go as low as you?" ace is about to go off on him, before feeling a buzz in his pocket. snatching his phone out of his pocket, his face lights up at the text displayed.

' meet u there <3 cant wait to see u in ur fit xx '

he melted at your text, responding with a heart. garp looks at the boy through the mirror, smirking. "she textin' you?" ace nods, eyes never leaving his screen.

★

ace hops out of the car, waving goodbye to garp. "bye? i still need to take picture of you two, you're growing up real fast, ace!" grumbling, ace rubs his face. why did he need to keep embarrassing him? "ace, over here!" there it was, that sweet voice. the one he could listen to all day. his head snapped in the other direction, catching you in your dress, jaw dropping. you looked gorgeous.

"ace, go pose with your girlfriend!" garp smacks him on the back, sending him forward. "s-she's not my girlfriend, grandpa!" ace growls, standing next to you reluctantly. garp waltz over, a grin plastered on his bearded face. "you look lovely, [y/n]." you smile, shyly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "thank you, sir." he chuckles.

"just call me garp, sweetheart."

you blush, watching him position his phone before taking the picture. "you both look great, less ace though."

"whatever, you can go now!" ace ushers him back to the car. "i'll be back to pick you up, see you kids later." he winks at you before finally driving off. ace sighs, relieved, turning back to you. "[y/n]? you okay?" you have a dazed look on your face, a bright red dusting your cheeks. "ace."

"your grandpa is so fucking hot."

his face dropped, eyes widening in horror.

maybe that's why you always wanted to go to ace's house, to see garp, not him.

who knew?

[the1975attheirverybest]

Learning To Fly

A/N: Sorry about the delay, but here’s this request. I’m not sure why, but I’m anxious about this one. Literally wrote and rewrote it a thousand times. So, feedback would be especially appreciated here. Let me know what you think!

warnings: mentions of anxiety, past addiction, maybe a couple weed mentions. ———

She watched as Matty impatiently tapped his foot against the pavement. He hadn’t said a word since they left the hotel room. But the silence, somehow, still felt tense. She thought about breaking it; saying something, but she wanted to avoid arguing at all costs. At least until after she’d had enough caffeine in her system to deal with pettiness and semantics. 

They’d been weirdly on edge since they arrived in South America, and she didn’t exactly understand why. It simply felt like every little thing she did or said would set Matty off: the way she would turn to the other side in their shared bed, her bringing him food even after he’d said he didn’t want anything from the store, her asking him about the set list because “it’s literally been the same one for every festival we’ve done this year.” She wanted to tell him that he was wrong. It hasn’t been the same. Cuz he did cut one song, after his brain seemingly short circuited of heat, and he decided he was done with performing it, but she had a feeling that inquiring about that decision would lead to more bickering. 

So, when Matty finally spoke, asking where the fuck the guys are and why they haven’t come down yet, she simply bit her tongue and shrugged. 

“Seriously, I’m starvin,’” Matty pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and looked back at the glass doors of the hotel, hoping for any sign of the guys. 

“They’ll be here any minute.” She muttered in a low, defeated voice. 

Matty definitely heard her, but her answer meant nothing to him. He needed to know exactly when they’d be here. How long he’d have to wait. Why it’s taking them so long. “Well, I’m textin’ Hann.”

“Matty, don’t. His wife and kid are with him. He probably needs a minute.” That was her mistake. She picked the wrong thing to say.  All of her efforts to avoid an argument so far have just been rendered meaningless. 

“Why?” Matty looked at her from behind his tinted lenses. “It’s a baby. It’s small. You just pick it up and you walk out the door. Not that complicated.”

Her eyebrows furrowed as she listened to him. What was she supposed to say to that? She sighed loud enough for Matty to register her annoyance. “You know, we could just go on ahead of them. I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind if we met them at the cafe instead?”

Matty was silent. She knew this meant that he didn’t like her idea. Yet another wrong thing she’d said. In his head, he was running through the scenario and stressing over how, if he arrives early and places his order first, he’d done with breakfast before the guys even start theirs, and he’d have to sit there and wait for them to be finished. Not that they’ve never done that before. In their decade or so of touring, there’s never been any rules around meal times. But for some reason, this moment, Matty found the idea of everyone not eating together repulsive. 

“Oh, look! It’s George! George is here! Thank god!” She waved enthusiastically at him. Mostly relieved at the possibility that someone else’s presence might diffuse the tension between her and Matty. She was about to discover how wrong she was. 

“Fuckin finally!” Matty leaned in, exasperated, his face inches away from his friend’s, as if he was going to hit George. “Where the fuck’ve you been?”

“Overslept.” George cocked his head abashedly. 

“We went over this last night. We agreed we’d leave at 9. You were there.” Matty spoke with a clenched jaw. Even though he was wearing sunglasses that covered his eyes, George swore he saw actual fire light within them. 

She watched her boyfriend and his best friend have a strange moment of telepathic communication. George had initially been taken aback by Matty’s attitude. As would anyone else in this situation. He even attempted to talk back. 

“I said I overslept, alright?” George rolled his eyes. “Stop bein’ mardy. What’s the matter with you, anyway-“ recognition flashed across George’s eyes. “Oh, right. Well, c’mon then. Let’s go.”

“But Ross and Adam-“ Matty attempted to object, but George had already started dragging him along. 

“They wont die without us. C’mon, let’s go eat.”

She trailed behind them, wondering to herself, what on earth had just happened and how George had managed to get Matty to move on, when just moments ago, she’d unsuccessfully tried the same thing. 

***

The guys had barely taken a bite out of their food when Jamie finally arrived at the cafe with a file full of paperwork. He ordered his coffee and began to unload heaps of documents and spread them around the table, studying them carefully, and jotting down notes.

“Alright, lads. I need your attention for just a minute while we run through the plan for the next few weeks.”

George set down his fork and nodded, watching as Ross leaned in and glanced at Jamie’s intricate notes. Carly took that as her cue to separate Adam from his kid, so he could pause the dad mode and focus on work for a moment. Matty, on the other hand, seemed to visibly tense up before Jamie had even said anything. 

“So, as you all know, we’re leaving for Mexico tonight.”

“Doin’ two shows, right?” Ross asked.

“Three.” Matty cut Jamie off before he got a chance to respond, his correction sounding a bit more pointed than necessary. Ross, however, didn’t seem to take it personally at all. Simply nodding and moving past it.

“The tricky bit is gonna be getting from Mexico to Thailand and prepping for the show in 3 days. April 1 to April 4. Oh, and then Australia after that.” Jamie looked up from his documents, facing Matty. “So, I need confirmation, Matty, that the crew has got everything handled. There’s not going to be a break between this whole trans-continental odyssey, so we need the shipments on time. When can I expect an email back about that?”

The ladies had walked away from the table, giving their partners some space to talk about work, and decided to get some snacks for the rest of the crew while they waited, but even out of the corner of the their eye, they could see Matty and Jamie get into a heated discussion. 

She watched from a distance, worry washing over her. Whatever Matty’s foul mood was about, he was now taking it out on everyone. When she walked back towards their table a few minutes later, the impromptu meeting seemed to have ended. Each of the boys was back to their own food. She took that as a sign that she could rejoin the table and resumed her seat right next to Matty, hoping to get his mind off whatever it was that had just transpired. 

“Did you remember to pack the charger likeI’d asked you to?” Matty turned towards her before her body had even touched the seat. 

“What?” His question was so out of context, it took her a second to realize that he was referring to a conversation that they’d had last night while packing. 

“The fucking laptop charger. You said you’d take care of it.”

“Yeah, Matty, I did.”

“Well, it isn’t in here!” He dropped his backpack straight into her lap without a warning, startling her. 

“Excuse me- I- uhm- need some air.” She set Matty’s bag down in her chair and walked outside as quickly as she could muster without drawing too much attention to herself. George, however, had noticed. 

“Goin for a smoke.” He lied, following her immediately. 

“Hey.” George stood next to her, doing his best not to look directly into her teary eyes or make her feel self-conscious about crying.

“You alright, Darlin’?” His deep voice rumbled. 

She nodded, staring directly in front of her and blinking back tears. 

“Matty’s bein a bit of a twat, isn’t he?” George pulled out a pack of cigarettes, figuring, he might as well light one up as long as he’s out here. 

When she made no attempt to jump at the chance to discuss Matty’s attitude, George decided he’d do the work for her instead. “He shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. Wasn’t nice.”

That seemed to have earned him a smile. She tried to look him in the eyes but burst into tears right away. 

George flung one arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him. “It’s okay, darling.” He whispered. 

“I know tour is stressful, and he doesn’t mean to be so sharp-“

George simply squeezed her tightly as she rambled and cried against his rib cage. The initial wave of frustration subsided. She now felt a bit embarrassed for her outburst. She pulled away from George, stuttering and tripping over her words as she made an attempt to apologize. Instead,George offered her a cigarette, lighting it for her once she’d accepted. “Can I tell you something?” He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. 

“S-sure.”

“Matty’s got something going on at the moment. It’s not anything bad. It’s not about you as a person, or about you guys’s relationship. So, don’t worry about it... I’m not trying to meddle, and it’s not my thing to share-“

“Well, what is it?”

“Like I said, it’s not my place…” George turned around to look at her, taking the cigarettes out of his mouth, giving her a sheepish smile. 

“But, you’re already meddling by telling me this. Why not just-“

“You’re my friend! Wait, we’re friends, right?”

She smiled in spite of herself. “Yes, George, of course we’re friends.”

“My point is, he’s being an ass but he doesn’t mean to be. he just- he’ll talk to you about it. He needs a nudge. That’s all.”

She nodded slowly as she realized that this was George’s way of encouraging her to nudge Matty into talking to her. “Got it.”

“Now wipe your face,” he handed her a napkin. “And let go back in there. This conversation never happened, yeah?”

When they went back inside, Matty wasn’t in the cafe. A quick inquiry let her know that he got pissed with someone for no apparent reason and decided to walk back to the hotel alone. That nudge, it seemed, was now more urgent than ever. 

***

“What the fuck are you doing?!” She called out as she walked through the hotel room door and found her boyfriend bent over the mini-bar, fixing himself a drink. 

“Matty, it’s 10:30 in the morning!”

“Yes, and?”

She rushed over to him, pulled the drink out of his hand and set it down on the small side table. 

“What’s going on with you?” 

Matty shrugged silently, walking away from her to avoid the interrogation. He sat on the plush bed, taking his shoes off and tugging at his sleeves nervously. 

“I asked you a question, Matty.”

“Stop being so dramatic. I was in the mood for a drink, alright? No need to hold a fuckin’ inquisition about it!”

“The only people who drink in the middle of the morning on a random weekday are alcoholics and rich divorcees on reality tv.”

“I’m out of weed, okay? I just needed something to- to- “ he gesticulated vaguely with his arms, making things even more confusing. 

“To what?” 

“To- quiet the craziness in my head.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” Matty looked down at his hands and noticed that they were now shaking. He felt far too exposed. 

“Okay. Fine. I respect that. But, can I say something?”

He glanced at her quickly, shrugging again. “Not gonna stop you….”

“I’m worried about you. You’ve been acting strange for days now. It’s not who you are. You haven’t been yourself. And, I’m trying to understand. I’m trying to give you space. But- I don’t know what’s going on and it’s scaring me.”

Matty struggled to think of a reply. He knew she was right. He could feel himself snap and lash out at people every time that he did it. He hated doing it and was consumed with regret as soon as the words left his mouth every time. But, it’s like he couldn’t help himself. He found himself caught up in a spiral. His anxiety has taken over and he was acting out of desperation, a helpless effort to regain control of himself. But he didn’t know how to articulate that into words for her. He wasn’t even sure she’d understand it or find it a reasonable explanation for his foolishness lately. 

Their relationship had, up until now, been  a reprieve for Matty. A port in the storm. They’d past the fledgling stage of new love and settled into a real life together. Matty loved that she brought out a softer, more deliberate side of him.  His desire to bring her as much peace and joy as she’d brought him makes him slow down, become more mindful of his words and actions around her. She simply made him a better person. He didn’t want to ruin that by showing her this ugly part of his mind. One that he neither understood nor had any control over. But he was aware enough to know that this, right now,  is really the only real measure of the strength of their relationship. Getting along when everything’s going great is all well and good, but if they can’t be open and vulnerable with one another about the difficult stuff, then what good was their connection, anyway? 

He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to just say all of that to her face. “You’re right.” Were the only words he could stomach saying out loud. “I’ve been….not feeling like myself.”

She seemed to warm up instantly. She unfolded her arms and sat opposite him, crossing her legs and watching him intently. “You know you can talk to me, right? Whatever it is- I’m here for you.” She reached a hand and placed it on his knee. Matty felt a rush of warmth run through him. 

“I love touring. I really do. There’s nothing else, in the whole world, that I’d rather be doing with my life.” He noticed her nodding along. Whether she was agreeing with him, or just trying to encourage him to keep going, he wasn’t sure. But he it meant the world to him. 

“But- umm…well, so, the one part that I don’t - love so much is…” Matty was well aware that he was beating around the bush and testing her patience. He just didn’t know how to talk about this without coming off as an irrational idiot. He never needed to actually have a conversation with the guys. That was part of why their friendship works so well. They never actually needed to have that many elaborate discussions. There was an implicit understanding between them that went beyond the realm of words. Perhaps a result of having grown up together, or maybe going through certain experiences together had bound them to each other. Either way, this was uncharted territory for Matty. And though he trusted her more than anything, he was still unsure how to go about it. He took one last look at her before taking a deep breath and deciding that he was over choosing his words carefully. He was just going to say it all and live with the consequences. 

“I- I hate flying. Alright? I don’t mean I hate it, like, I hate sitting in the same place for hours on end and I get bored without all my stuff. I mean, yeah, I do hate that part, but I feel like everyone else does too? Like, that’s not the issue for me” he allowed himself one quick glance at her to make sure she was still with him, then he continued before he could talk himself out of it “The issue is…I just get so anxious that I have actual panic attacks. I legitimately freak out. Like not in a charmingly childish way, in an I-can-not-cope-at-all kind of way. Like it’s an actual problem for me.” He bit the inside of his cheek once he heard the words hang in the air for a moment. “And, yeah. We have a bunch of really long flights coming up. I just- it’s a lot of  being in the air in the span of a few weeks, it’s just makin’ me feel out of control, I guess.” He threw his hands in the air. He could hear his heart beating inside his chest. He waited for her to say something. Anything at all. But he also knew he couldn’t handle it if she didn’t understand. He would actually lose his mind. Want to die. Want the ground to split in half and swallow him whole. 

“But umm- we flew from Argentina to Chile, and then-“

“And I have been losing it all the time. I haven’t had a good nights sleep since.” He interrupted, eager to explain himself and just a bit worried that she didn’t think his anxiety was real enough. 

“Oh, Matty- why haven’t you said anything?”

He shook his head. “Didn’t wanna be a burden to you.” He felt his throat clamp. He swallow e the lump and pushed through. “Feels a bit dumb to be worried about flying at my age- I just-“

“C’mere.” She simply pulled him into a hug. He appreciated the gesture, glad that she chose to express herself physically because his brain was too anxious to process a conversation right now. His body relaxed under her tight hold. Finally breathing deeply. 

“So, um, how can I help you with this? What do you need?” She asked, pulling away from him. 

“The thing is…I don’t really know? I mean, the only way I knew how to deal with it was just loads of drugs. To the point where I’d pass out and sleep through most of the flight….”

“But that’s not a viable solution anymore.” She finished the sentence for him when she noticed him hesitate and look away for a bit. 

“Right.” He whispered, nodding slightly. 

“So, how’ve you been coping since getting clean?”

“Badly.” He chuckled, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I just…raw dog life now.” He paused, uncomfortable with how sad that sounded. “I keep busy and work too much, smoke too much weed, and rely on my codependent band members and their understanding to just…get by.”

His words lingered, their fragility taking up the whole room. “I’m so proud of you, Matty. So proud.” She cupped his face with her hands, kissing his forehead, making  him blush and shut his eyes.

“Seriously, though, how can I help you through it? Tell me what goes through your mind when you think about flying?”

“Just- everything. everything becomes…a lot. Like overwhelming.” Matty tried to explain. “The touch, the smell, the whole procedure of it all. It’s all- very clinical- it makes me uncomfortable.”she held his hand, squeezing it tightly. 

“Like, checking in and getting through security. And then fuck- the airplane itself.” He felt his mind begin to race as he recalled everything to his memory. “The- umm- being in the sky. In, like, a metal box? Just floating about???! Then, just when you think it’s over, when we get to our destination- you gotta land and go through the whole thing all over again at a second airport.” He watched her listen carefully and he could tell that she wanted to comfort him but didn’t know how. He didn’t know how either. 

“I  know it sounds insane. I can hear the words coming out of my mouth and I get that this isn’t a normal way to think about it, but I just-“

“Hey, who cares whether it’s normal or not? What matters is it’s how your brain processes it, and I’m really glad you’re talking to me about it.” She felt like he was entrusting her with a delicate part of himself and she wanted him to know she appreciated him letting her in. But simply thanking him for talking about it didn’t seem enough. Not when she had this undying urge to hold him and comfort him, if not take away his pain and experience it for him instead. She’d never seen him quite like this before. Matty always had a plan. A clever comeback. A shift in perspective to rationalize his way through just about anything. So seeing him helpless in the face of his own mind and his own feelings, it was unsettling and heartbreaking. 

“Thanks- for-umm, listening.” He exhaled, giving her a nervous smile. “Means a lot. I’ll be fine, I promise.” He found himself now trying to comfort her. “It’s just gonna be a stressful few days, you know? It’ll pass though. I just….Hate letting people down, and when people turn up at the airport expecting to see us, I just- wish I could be more present. Less stuck in my anxiety and more capable of- I don’t know, talking to them, taking pictures, or whatever. It’s just all a bit much and I don’t like how it makes me feel.”

This was the first time that she ever understood why lovers, poets, and philosophers always talked about love in terms of fusion. Union. One soul in two bodies. Because, as she watched the love of her life struggle through his feelings, she lamented their separateness. She wished she could melt into him and wrap him in her love and protect him from the world. She hated that there was nothing that she could possibly say or do to ease his anguish. 

“Well, I’m going to be right here with you. Every step of the way, alright? It might be difficult, but you don’t have to endure it alone in silence or pretend to be doing okay. You hear me?”

He simply nodded, leaning in for a kiss. 

Matty was glad he had told her. Even though their conversation was never going to fundamentally change the way he felt about the whole ordeal, he still felt like a weight had lifted off his shoulders now that she knew the truth of his mental state. A small part of himself also felt closer to her. The fact that he could share something like this with her, and that she could receive it lovingly, made his faith in their relationship stronger. It wasn’t until, two days later, when they’d started packing for Mexico, that his faith turned into undeniable truth. 

“Think that’s it, no?” Matty jumper to his feet, looking down at their luggage and the mess they’d created around it. “We’re ready to go. Yeah?”

“Well, not quite. You might wanna leave a little room in your carry-on.”

Matty felt instant panic begin to set in. Had he forgotten something important? One of the few ways that he could control his anxieties around travel was to fastidiously check and re-check his bags and make sure he had all of his belongings sorted. “Why? What have I missed ? I - I checked everything twice!”

She squeezed his arm. “Nothing, Matty, honey, breathe. I just- I got you something, okay?” She smiled, excited, and rushed to the bathroom where she’d hid her presents. 

“Okay, so the first thing definitely isn’t going in your carry-on. It’s for…well, just before the airport.” She handed him a tiny baggie of, what was unmistakably, weed. 

“Where did you- how-“

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” She winked at him in what she hoped was a nonchalant way, but Matty frowned. “Listen, don’t ask, George and I made it work. There’s only enough in there for tomorrow, so don’t get too crazy. Just figured that…maybe it’ll mellow you out? Before we drive out to the airport?”

Matty’s heart swelled with gratitude. “I- don’t know what to say. I- love you.”

“Yeah, well, save it, I’m not done yet…” she  produced a shopping bag from behind her back and dipped into it. “First things first, for the airport smell that you hate….some lavender spray. It’s tiny, so customs won’t take it off you, but if you spray it on yourself or even just rub the tip of your nose, you can have something else to cover up the…whole airport thing.”

Matty took the spray and opened the bottle, taking a big whiff. “Smells amazing.” He grinned. 

“Of course, no flight essentials pack is complete without fuzzy socks. These are compression socks too. For the circulation and all.” She handed them to him. “Some off the shelf sleeping pills, cuz, well, you know….some gum. That one’s self explanatory, but also might be good to just stimulate your sense of taste and distract you.” Matty couldn’t help himself any longer. He interrupted her haul to grab her by the waist and pepper her with kisses all over her face. 

“Hold on- I’m not done yet. Three more things! Okay, so, a blanket for when you do fall asleep. Cuz you know, airplane ones always feel and smell weird. And they’re always cold when they come out of storage. This one can be all yours to have with you on every flight you ever take. And…” she rushed across the room to grab her phone. “A playlist. On Spotify. Here I’ll send you the link. All sorts of fun things. Some to calm, some to distract you.”

Matty was awe-struck. He struggle to find a word beyond “thank you” that would carry the weight of the gratitude that filled his heart and soul in this moment. He didn’t need to, though. As he stood there, smiling and looking into her eyes, she saw the first hint of calm in him that he’d felt since they started back on tour. 

“You are- I mean- when did I get so lucky?” He giggled, giddy as a kid. “Wait! Hold on. You said three things! The blanket and the playlist makes two. What’s the third thing?”

He saw her demeanor shift. She stepped towards him confidently, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him. “The third thing is, well, me. You’ve got me. I will sit with you. I will hold your hand. I will listen if you need to vent, or if you need comfort. I will watch movies with you on the flight. Or, I’ll sit in silence on opposite ends of the aisle and avoid eye-contact if that’s what you need from me. I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re not alone, okay?”

“Baby, I- I don’t know how to thank you. I- can’t believe you’d do this for me. I-“

“If you really wanna thank me, I have a few ideas for after dinner.” She winked and tipped her head towards the bed, making him erupt into laughter. 

[eartheats]

[id: a photo of ren with very messy hair and a new uva uniform, waving to the camera. they say "hiya guys! how have you been? it's been a bit since we last" before realizing their messy hair is covering their eyes, and stepping off camera to straighten up with a "o-one moment, i gotta straighten up a bit...!]

ah!! okay! much better! um, hiya again, rotomblr! it's been a lil bit!!

so um. i bet you're all kinda wondering what i'm doing here? especially in mesagoza. i wondered that myself a few months ago, kinda, but...uh...

...i wound up signin' up for an outreach program at uva because i wanted to try and do a lil better for myself! it's um. everything back home is good, actually, but...i finally decided to look into uva now that it's changed hands, and i got to talk with the director a bit when i signed up? and talked about my time at uva before, and he seemed real sad? i don't know, but...it was nice to have someone to listen, and i decided to go for it! i wanna make more money to support myself and lulu, and bouton and bluebell...

what else what else...oh! lulu's officially certified as an emotional support pokemon!! which is really good because i have. really needed lulu around because mesagoza gives me massive anxiety spikes still. bouton's still bein' bouton, but everyone at uva loves him so far when he comes into class--though i don't think mr. hassel's very happy with how interested he is in swipin' paint brushes and stuff. and bluebell evolved!! ...and she's doing both better and worse, i had an everstone on her but it came off at the worst time and we've. been trying to all adjust to that!! it's a lot, but she's doing so much better than i thought!

and um! yeah! i think that sums everything up?? so i'm sorry for not bein' around too too much, and for all the radio silence!!! i've only really been textin' a few friends between my shifts at home, my shifts here in mesagoza's pokemart, and school, and it's all been so much! but!! i'm getting prepared for a special trip we're taking in the next month, actually, and i hope i'll be able to take you all along for the ride! it's a place called kitakami, if anyone knows about it!! i've heard it's an amazin' place, so here's hoping i can get lots of pictures for you all!

but i'm back!! sorta!! gonna be a lil slow but hopefully that's okay~

((ooc info below the cut!!))

ohhhhh lord hi, sable here! aka the player behind this blog. been a hot minute! and i'm sorry for that.

but hopefully i'll be able to get back into a decent swing! ...ren's original file corrupted so i am speedrunning getting another orthworm for the file and hoping to get lots of pics. it'll be very slow going and i'm going to get on some old stuff and essentially backdate it too. apologies everyone!

also as far as the other blogs...maria's will come back at some point, as will noriko's, but noriko's will be in the much further future. i have plans but i wanna simmer 'em more, and maria...i might be doing some shenanigans. stay tuned. but thanks to everyone still here, and hope you're all well <3

[kingemare]

Last night this woman that I stopped fuckin wit a couple years ago text me. Now this isn't odd because ever since I stopped fuckin wit her she still text me all the time and shows up to my job all the time (I'm a bartender). I thought since you're still gonna show up all the time we could at least be friends and sweep the rest under the rug. Don't get me wrong, she still tries to flirt with me all the time. I ignore it. She's not unattractive or anything. She's actually very good looking. Amazing body. Very beautiful face. We just didn't have a good connection. Definitely not the same type of people. I know I would never want to be in a relationship with this person and I've told her that time and time again. At a certain point it just gotta be understood. So last night she's out wit her friends and it's like 2am. She hits me up talkin bout suckin my dick. Textin me all type of nasty shit. This isnt the first time but honestly......I was out wit my niggas and I was a lil drunk. I figured it's been years since we did anything, we both been drinkin, and she already knows I don't wanna be with her. Plus if I remember anything about the time I use to fuck wit her, this mf is elite at suckin dick 😤😤😤Probably top 5 ever in my life 😭😭😭 so of course since I've said no so many times I figured I'm allowed at least one yes 😂 so I go over to her place. We get into it real quick on her couch. She's playing music and all of a sudden my pants are off. She starts off real slow and sensual. Then she starts to really get in to it. Jerkin, twistin, deep throatin, the whole shit. I'm havin the time of my life.

AND JUST WHEN IM BOUT TO NUT.....she stops

She looks up to me and says "I just don't feel right doing this if I'm not in a relationship with you"

I'm paraphrasing but nigga....

I felt so betrayed 😭😭😭😭

This mf set me up

Thought if she caught me at my weakest I'd give in 😤

Lowkey I was pissed.

So I said nothing.

I just got up, pulled my pants up and walked out the door.

When I tell you I was lazer focused on gettin home and beating tf outta my dick 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I ain't say a word the entire way home.

This mf really got me bad 😂

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: August 13, 2021

Lyrics:

Fuck you and your mom and your sister and your job

And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off

I swear I meant to mean the best when it ended

Even tried to bite my tongue when you start shit

Now you're textin' all my friends asking questions

They never even liked you in the first place

Dated a girl that I hate for the attention

She only made it two days, what a connection

It's like you'd do anything for my affection

You're goin' all about it in the worst ways

I was into you, but I'm over it now

And I was tryin' to be nice

But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

And your mom and your sister and your job

And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

You said you just needed space and so I gave it

When I had nothin' to say you couldn't take it

Told everyone I'm a bitch, so I became it

Always had to put yourself above me

I was into you, but I'm over it now

And I was tryin' to be nice

But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

And your mom and your sister and your job

And your craigslist couch and the way your voice sounds

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

Songwriter:

And your mom and your sister and your job

And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off

Sara Davis / David Bruce Pittenger / Taylor Gayle Rutherfurd

SongFacts:

"ABCDEFU" (also known by its radio edited title "ABC") is the major-label debut single by American singer Gayle, through Atlantic and Arthouse Records. It was co-written by Gayle with Sara Davis and David Pittenger, and produced by Pete Nappi. The song is the lead single from Gayle's debut EP A Study of the Human Experience Volume One.

The song marks the first single release since the Nashville-based singer signed with Atlantic Records/Arthouse Records in 2021. On her TikTok account, Gayle uploaded a video where she stated "I'm out of [song] ideas" and asked followers to comment song ideas. "Comment anything and I'll try my best to turn it into a song." Nancy Berman, a marketing manager at Atlantic Records commented asking for a song that incorporates the alphabet. Within a few days, Gayle uploaded another video of her strumming the chorus of the song.

"ABCDEFU" reached number one on the Billboard Global 200 and peaked at number three on the US Billboard Hot 100. Outside of the United States, "ABCDEFU" topped the charts in Austria, Belgium (Wallonia), Finland, Germany, Iceland, Ireland, Luxembourg, Malaysia, Norway, Sweden, Switzerland, and the United Kingdom.

In 2022 the song was nominated for Song of the Year for the 65th Annual Grammy Awards.

According to Gayle, the song "came from a place of trying so hard to be the nice, respectful ex-girlfriend, to the point where it was negatively affecting me". In an interview with Tongue Tied Mag, Gayle explained the inspiration behind the song: "After the breakup, I was trying really, really hard to be a nice person—like, overcompensating for it—like, the week after we broke up, I called him and was, like, 'Hey, bud!' and 'What's up, my friend?!'" On March 31, 2021, Gayle stated on Instagram that she had dislocated her middle finger, and the X-ray scan from the hospital was used for the single's cover art.

The song achieved mainstream success within a few months after release, surpassing over 500 million global streams as of March 2022. Gayle has since released different versions of the song, including the demo, a "chill version", and an "angrier version".

The accompanying music video was released on August 13, 2021. The video was shot via a camcorder at a low resolution to evoke early 2000s home videos. In the music video, the singer and her friends visit and look around her ex's home.

[weomweomscizorawxscizorweomweom]

Jenny: 10 bad bitches in a mansion

Jenny: Wrist on Milly Rock them diamonds on me dancin'

Jenny: When you workin' hard then your money start expandin'

Jenny: I got model bitches wanna lick me like some candy

Jenny: And them drugs come in handy

Jenny: Last name Savage bitch, but no I'm not Randy

Jenny: Hit her with no condom, had to make her eat a plan B

Jenny: And I'm sippin' on that Codeine, not Brandy

Kari: I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: Hold up, I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace

Kari: Diamonds got the flu, tryin' not to catch this

Kari: I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet

Kari: All these bitches salty, they can't stand me

Kari: Flexin' on that bitch, hold up, flexin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: Bought a necklace on that bitch, turn up

Kari: Her friend gon' lick me like a fruit roll up

Kari: She in her feelins' on the 'Gram, grow up

Violet: 21, flexin' on that bitch, hold up

Violet: I ain't textin' back that bitch, hold up

Violet: I ain't stressin' bout that bitch, hold up

Violet: 21 gon' get the stick, hold up

Violet: Hold up, hold up, bitch I like to ball

Violet: Without no weave, you bald

Violet: Hold up, hold up, bitch I spent your rent inside the mall

Violet: Told her she got a nigga but he broke, she lost

Violet: Hold up at this private location

Violet: Hold up, put her back in rotation

Violet: Hold up, bitches on me, immigration

Violet: Hold up, goin' through the translations

Kari: I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: Hold up, I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace

Kari: Diamonds got the flu, tryin' not to catch this

Kari: I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet

Kari: All these bitches salty, they can't stand me

Kari: Hold up, bitch my Rolex on fleek

Kari: Hold up, bitch my diamonds on fleek

Kari: Hold up, I got gold on my teeth

Kari: Hold up, you got Rainbow on your feet?

Jenny: Hold up, corny niggas don't impress me

Jenny: Hold up, never let a bitch dress me

Jenny: Hold up, can't no motherfuckin' judge check me

Jenny: Hold up, I don't give a fuck about no ring

Kari: Hold up, money make my old bitches hate me

Kari: Hold up, bitch you still stay on Section-8

Kari: Hold up, my new bitch wetter than a lake

Jenny: Hold up, and she love to let me paint her face

Jenny: Hold up, fell in love with some good throat

Jenny: Hold up, fell in love with some good throat

Jenny: Hold up, ripped them confidential papers up

Jenny: Hold up, you done made me wake my savage up

Kari: I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: Hold up, I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch

Kari: Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace

Kari: Diamonds got the flu, tryin' not to catch this

Kari: I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet

Kari: All these bitches salty, they can't stand me

Jenny: 10 bad bitches in a mansion

Jenny: Wrist on Milly Rock them diamonds on me dancin'

Jenny: When you workin' hard then your money start expandin'

Kari: If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Jenny: And them drugs come in handy

Jenny: Last name Hendrix bitch, you know I'm not Jimi

Jenny: Hit 'em with no condoms, ship her right quick out the country

Jenny: And I'm sippin' codeine, tats all on my spine

[fandomassimilator]

My Next Gen Texting Fic Crack part 1

Year Seven- Teddy Lupin (Huffelpuff) Victorie Weasley (Ravenclaw)

Year Five- Dominique Weasley (Gryphindor)

Year Four - Louis Weasley (Attends Beaubaxtons but still included)

Year Three- Jamie Potter (Gryphindor) Freddie Weasley-Johnson (Gryphindor)

Year Two- Roxanne Weasley-Johnson (Gryphindor)

Year One- Albus Potter (Slytherin) Rose Granger-Weasley (Gryphindor) Scorpius Malfoy (Slytherin)

Not Sorted Yet: Hugo Granger-Weasley, Molly Weasley-Wood, Lucy Weasley-Wood, Lily Luna Potter, Daisy Dursley

Note; this is not cursed child compliant at all (no shocker) and follows my own slight interpretation of post cannon, the ages are flipped around, Teddy and Jamie are only four years apart so he can be a part of the story, Hugo is one year younger then Rose while Molly, Lucy, Lily and Daisy are four years younger then Albus

Warning right now: this author is a Percy Weasley apologist, these contain a plot line where Percy was disowned from his family after a row after the battle of hogwarts and Fred’s ensuing death, his twin daughters carry the last name but he does not, none of his family has seen him in years, or his daughters. The -Wood part is self-explanatory. Nothing about this follows cannon but fuck cannon. More about this will learn as the story unfolds

These will be random and in no way cohesive or planned, just ignore the continuity errors- i will however try to explore more of a character if requested. These practice ‘writings’ are to explore the next gen because Jesus Christ these kids need a bit of a fixer uppper

—✨tHe WoTtErS✨—

Jamie added ‘Albus’ to the group chat

Jamie changed ‘Albus’s name to ‘Baby Slytherin’

Baby Slytherin: does this mean you don’t hate me?

Teddy; Of course not Al

Dom: we woulnt have added you to the gc if we did

Vic: DOMINIQUE

Dom: wat its tru?

Fredric: Welcome to the party 🎉

Baby Slytherin: is rose here

Jamie: iS rOsE hErE

Jamie: im your actual sibling

Roxie: pov Albus at every family gathering

Baby Slytherin: I dont deserve this

Vic: aunt hermione wouldn’t let her get a phone

Fredric: we’ll see how long uncle Ron lasts w that

Dom: clingy bastard

Vic; DOMINIQUE

Roxie: let the prophet speak Vic

Ted changed ‘Baby Slytherin’s name to ‘Albus’

Ted: Albus, are you doing alr in Slytherin, did you make any friends?

Jamie: on the FIRST DAY???

Jamie: thats asking a lot of Al

Albus: yeah, one

Fredric: thats more then you Jamie

Jamie: STFU I HAD YOU

Fredric: I DONT COUNT IM UR COUSIN

Jamie: ROSE IS ALBUS’S COUSIN

Albus: its not rose

Roxie: pray tell

Albus: no

Dom: some blond kid? I saw you

Vic: The Lovegoods arent in school yet?

Albus: not the Lovegoods

Fredric: ?????who????🧐

Albus: not telling

Roxie: SPILL

Albus: oh look its dad textin

Albus: do you think if we work together we could trick him into thinking im in Ravenclaw?

Ted: be honest w ur dad Al

Jamie: Also i already told mum

Albus: you tell mum everything

Freddie: girls, girls, why fight?

Dom: im asking rose the name of ur friend

Albus: pls no

Ted: why is it a secret

Albus: Jamie wont like it

Jamie: what???

Albus: oh look my screen times ab to go off

Albus: by guys

Jamie: should i tell him the password is our parents anniversary?

Ted: let him figure it out

Freddie:

Dom: what the actual fuck is wrong with you?

Vic: DOMINIQUE

Dom: the baby is gone i can do cuss words

Ted: Roxanne is 12

Freddie: Roxanne grew up around quidditch players, she can curse like a full grown man

Jamie: im so proud

Louis: guys i just checked my phone wtf is that gif Freddie?

Freddie: starting the school year off right

Dom: how’s France Lou?

Louis: its good, better food

Louis: i got stuff to tell you Dom and vic

Vic: other gc?

Ted: can I hear?

Louis: yes

Freddie: WTF NOT FAIR

Jamie: I WANNA HEAR THE HOT FRENCH GOSS

Roxie: YEAH

Dom: L

-The Best Weasleys + Teddy-

Dom: English pls for teddy and myself

Vic: Dominique…

Dom: i dont wanna translate rn just spill

Louis: so everyone’s 14 now and we’re all getting crushes and whatnot

Dom: omg is happening

Vic: is there a girl? Is she pretty?

Louis: thats the thing

Ted: what’s she’s like?

Louis: his name is Charles

Louis: i think i kinda knew i liked him last year but now we’re all older and it feel more real

Louis: i wanted to tell you guys first

Dom: Lou, we support you, completely, but im going to let vic handle the speech

Vic: Louis, we are your sisters, no matter who you chose to love, even if they’re really ugly, we support you

Ted: also between the four of us you are not the only straight person in this family

Louis: WHAT

Dom: OMG PRAY TELL

Ted: another time!

Dom: we love you Lou, go for it

Vic: okay, bed all three of you, its late!

Ted: ma’m yes ma’m

Dom: see Vic, hes such husband material

Victorie: DOMINIQUE

[johnlockdynamic]

I'm just so fuckign tired. apparently professor hector accused him of moving past me real quick and back to being a slut already re: new chinese girl, and he's mad cause he thinks professor hector should keep my name out of his mouth when prof. knows how much I mean to him. but like. to me it sounds like prof. hector was just looking out for me cause that's how it fucking looks when you start posting fucking heart handed photos with some other 23 year old chinese girl you work out with exactly one month after a breakup! and i'm like why the fuck did you think that was ok and he's like he doesn't even remember taking the photo because it means so little and he doesn't think of her that way at all and we're so incomparable. that she's just a gym buddy. well guess what asshole that's what you said about us too. and that they don't even hang out outside of that and that she tried to introduce him to some of her friends but he said no.

and also he's insulted on chinese girl's behalf because she has a bf or whatever, and textin gher and worried about her cause she hasn't been to the gym in a week and he's worried. and that he still has lunch with eating disorder chinese girl. and he's like i'll stop talking to them if I tell him to. but i don't have a right to ask that obviously cause we're not together and I just want to move on.

I hate that he always says what I want to hear. That I broke him, that he's so emotionally unavailable and can't even look at anyone and think that they're cute without feelin gguilty, that nobody thinks i'm just another l*** girl, that nobody comes close to comparing and that he's guilty and ashamed every day and never stops missing me, that he's still in love with me and can't let go. that Felipe thinks he's a dumbass for not pursuing long distance and that yeah he's been with a lot of girls (like the massive fucking slut this man is) but that he admitted to Felipe that I'm the girl he would want to marry. That he told his advisor about how much he misses me and he took the gym off and almost took a sick day too after I ghosted his calls last week. That he's never loved anyone as much as he's loved himself (which Y I K E S) but he loves me.

but also that fucking NYC chinese girl gave him a seizure before we met which is new fucking information to me! the girl that called him to accuse him of leaving her on read during our 5th breakup. the girl he was fucking emotionally supporting the entire time we were together and even if I believe him when he says he only loved me it's like well then why were you leading her aon why were you even in contact why were you leading her to believe that you would invite her over to your place for graduation when you got out of my fucking bed that morning. and then he apologized again. but it's like no matter what he fucking says i don't see a future where this behavior fucking changes.

that he was just treating me like that to protect me, that he put me on a pedestal and didn't want anyone to know about me so that they couldn't hurt us. that he and other chinese girl that was in love with him and cheated on her bf with him is now only former best friend and now she just talks shit about all the girls he's dated behind his back. but that she can't talk (as much) shit about me because she didn't know anything about me. and that he's sorry for being such a shitty boyfriend and that he doesn't think he has a right to even ask why I added all those songs and that if we did it again it'd be different.

it's like how could you fucking have the emotional bandwidth to be NYC chinese girl's fucking emotional support for months on end but not fucking see how much you were hurting me. i don't think he really loved me at all i think he just loved that i'm a self sacrificing insane person with a martyr complex that makes me able to make myself into whatever he needed me to be.

if we have to spend the next birthday the day we spent your last, if that's what the good times look like, then i don't want them. and he said that he compltely agrees. i said i don't see a future with him cause we want different things from life, that i want kids and marriage and building a home together. but he doesn't. and he said that he doesn't want kids but that he'd give into marriage eventually. and i said i'm not something to fucking give in to. and he said that he doesn't mean it that way, that he means that i'm worth it. but i'm so fucking tired and tired and tired of false promises. what did he ever do to desrve my love, what makes him think he's worth investing in. at most i'll call him again in december to tell him i'm ripping his photo up for breaking his fucking promises.

[twinkothydrake]

Saw a video of Dream singing along to 92 Explorer by Post Malone and I got this overwhelming sense of deja vu? After 3 hours of searching, I have finally found the song that the chorus reminds me of:

[augustinewrites]

+ occurs between parts one and two of “a sprained heart”

+ series summary: in which atsumu sprains his ankle, meets a cute doctor, is a shameless flirt, and sakusa is absolutely over it.

Atsumu yanks open the door to Onigiri Miya, the little bells above the door heralding his arrival and accompanied by, “Hey, guess who just went on a date!”

The reactions his announcement receives are mixed. Bokuto and Hinata whoop through mouthfuls of food. Behind the counter, ‘Samu rolls his eyes. Sakusa flat out ignores him.

“Lemme guess,” his twin sighs as Atsumu shares a high-five with Bokuto. “Struggling model? Self-loathing social media influencer?”

“First of all, that wasn’t a model, she was a designer. There’s a difference,” he huffs, loosening his tie as he drops himself into a stool. “Second of all, I went out with a doctor tonight.”

Sakusa, who’d been taking a sip of water, chokes. Bokuto pounds him on the back.

“Hot as hell, too,” he continues to brag. “Like, Grey’s Anatomy level hot.” He reaches over the counter to snatch one of the onigiri his brother is in the process of making.

“Alright!” Bokuto cheers. “Nice going man!”

“Sounds fake if ya ask me,” ‘Samu scoffs, slapping his hand away. “There’s no way a doctor - a highly educated individual - would agree to go out with a scrub like you.”

“Well, ya better believe it! Ask Omi, he was there when I charmed her.”

Sakusa narrows his gaze down the counter at him. “You mean when I witnessed you try to strip in an emergency room and mistake professional medical advice as a dinner proposition?”

“She was talkin’ about rice! Anyone woulda made that mistake!”

“We were in a hospital for your sprained ankle,” his teammate deadpans. “No one would have made that mistake.”

“Hey, I won her over anyways!”

“Yes, you worked your magic and two weeks later, you worked up the courage to go back for her real number.”

‘Samu sets a plate of onigiri in front of him, snickering a little. “Ya got fake numbered by a doctor? That makes a lot more sense.”

Atsumu takes a huge bite out of the onigiri, glaring at his brother. “Shut it!”

His phone buzzes in his pocket, his heart skipping a beat when he sees your name on the screen. He waves his phone like a trophy, grinning triumphantly. “See that, boys? That’s the doc textin’ from her real number. Clearly can’t get enough of me.”

>> Thank you for dinner! I had a good night.

Had a great night too, he texts back. When are you free next?

As soon as he sets his phone down, it dings again, and it’s almost shameful how fast he snatches it.

>> Not sure, I’m on call for most of the week. I’ll let you know.

He reads it two more times, eyes wide.

This isn’t right. You’re supposed to be begging to see him again as soon as possible. You’re supposed to be sending sly texts - peppered with cute emojis - about how good he looked in his tailored slacks and the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Did you not want to see him again? Did you not find him charming and handsome? Did you not pick up what he so obviously laid down? Your text seemed so...disinterested. Atsumu wasn’t used to being on this end of things; left anxiously staring at his phone to see if you’d say more.

Realization hits him like a volleyball to the face.

“Oh, I see what you’re doin’,” he murmurs once the initial shock wears off. “Two can play at that game, doc.”

“What game?” Hinata asks, genuinely confused, making Atsumu scoff.

“She’s playin’ hard to get,” he explains. “Ya know, the whole mysterious but available thing ya do when you aren’t sure about someone yet.”

Judging from the way he blinks up at him, Hinata really doesn’t know. That poor, poor, virgin. “So you’re going to play hard to get too?”

“Absolutely,” Atsumu confirms.

“Why would you do that?” Sakusa cuts in with a snort. “You’re already hard to want.”

Atsumu shoots an exasperated look down the counter. “Can you be on my side for once? I thought we were friends, Omi.”

“We are, but that won’t stop me from being honest.”

“Who wouldn’t want me though? I’m GQ Japan’s Athlete of the—”

Bokuto throws his head back, groaning loudly. Sakusa rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath. Hinata sighs dramatically. Osamu throws a crumpled up napkin at him, hand cupped around his mouth as he yells, “Boooooo!”

“You’re all so mean to me,” Atsumu huffs, slumping against the counter. ‘Specially you, ‘Samu, I regret mentioning your restaurant in my interview. Maybe I’ll rescind it.”

“Go ahead. The one line review from Kageyama on Yelp helps a lot more anyway.”

Atsumu picks up a nearby pair of chopsticks, brandishing them threateningly. “See these? They��ll go in yer eyeballs if ya say that shit ever again.”

“Look, you only went on one date,” Bokuto points out once ‘Samu’s done bullying him, prying the chopsticks from his hand. “Usually I have to go on three of four before I’m sure I like someone. Just be patient, dude.”

“Patient?” Atsumu echoes in disgust. “I’m not gonna sit around and wait. I’m gonna make it loud and clear that I’m the one.”

When he’d first met you, he’d been in your territory. Maybe it was time to introduce you to his.

__________

His plan begins exactly one week after your first date.

“Miya?”

Grin curling on his lips, he turns to see you lingering in the doorway of the gymnasium, beckoning him over.

“Hey, you’re early,” he says, using the towel slung around his neck to mop up some of the sweat on his forehead. “That excited to see me again?”

You don’t say anything, staring up at him in awe (confusion), before digging through your purse and pulling out your phone. “You told me to meet you here at one, when you’d be done practice.”

He tilts his head, smiling down at you with all the innocence someone like him can muster. “Oh? Sorry, that must have been a typo, my bad. We won’t be done until two, but Coach leaves Meian in charge on Saturdays, so we can leave a half hour early if we want. You good to hang around a bit?”

You stare at him again, eyes calculating. You’re figuring it out, he knows, but you’re not one to back down from a challenge.

“Sure,” you shrug. “At least I’ll be here if you sprain your ankle again.”

Atsumu snorts, bending down to pat the ankle brace. “That’s what this baby is for. Some hot doctor recommended that I get one.”

You roll your eyes, but smile a little. Atsumu counts it as a win. “She sounds smart.”

“Sure is, but did ya catch the hot part?”

“Go practice,” you laugh, shoving him back towards the court. “I’ll call the restaurant and push our lunch reservation back an hour.”

He does a mock salute, heading back over to the court, where his team is still taking a quick break. You choose a spot in the front row of seats, cell phone pressed to your ear.

“That her?” Bokuto asks, coming up to grip him on the shoulder. “Where’s her doctor coat?”

“She doesn’t only wear a lab coat, Bo.”

“Well, at least we know she’s real,” Hinata chirps, and Atsumu is tempted to throw a ball at him.

“Yo, Miya,” Meian calls, slapping him on the back and nodding his head in your direction. “That the doctor you won’t shut up about? The one you said was gonna come by and watch?”

Even from here, Atsumu can see the way you quirk your brow, smirking at him as you talk on the phone. So you’d heard that.

“You’re all so embarrassing,” he mutters under his breath. “Can we start practicing? Now?”

“Alright,” he shrugs, clapping his hands once to get everyone’s attention. “You boys want to do some three on three for the last half-hour before cool down?”

Everyone, including Sakusa, perks up. Does he even have to ask?

“Omi, Hinata,” Atsumu calls. “Get yer butts over here.”

“You guys know the drill. We play to five points,” Meian starts them, once the teams have been made. “Losing team rotates out.”

Atsumu catches the ball when it’s thrown at him, bouncing it a few times as he makes his way to the service line. He briefly glances over at you, winking when you send him a small wave.

“Make me look good, boys,” he tells his teammates. He eyes the other end of the court, searching for the weakest spot. He needed to keep the ball away from Inunaki, so he locks in on the corner behind Bokuto. If he could scramble their defences, they might avoid one of his wicked hits.

He tosses the ball up, footwork flawless in his approach.

If this didn’t impress you, he wasn’t sure what would. There was a reason why he had the most consecutive service aces in the league.

But he’d somehow misjudged his timing, and the ball catches the heel of his hand rather than his palm.

“Oh, fuck.”

Atsumu watches, thoroughly humiliated, as Bokuto steps to the side and lets the ball sail out of the court.

Sakusa sighs irritatingly loud. Hinata laughs nervously, patting Atsumu on the back. Across the court, Bokuto, Inunaki, and Meian have the audacity to whoop in celebration.

You’re pressing your lips together, hiding your smile behind your hand when he looks over at you. He can see your shoulders shaking with laughter. You’re not fooling anyone.

His failure seems to be a bad omen, because they only get two points (on the other team’s error) when Bokuto lands an admittedly awesome kill with one of his cut shots, forcing them to switch out.

“You try to hit a home run there?” You tease when he drops himself onto the bench, his face burning. “GQ should take that award back and give it to number four instead.”

“Number four?” Atsumu blinks, cocking his head. “Meian?”

“Oh yeah,” you nod, glancing over his shoulder, the tip of your tongue swiping over your bottom lip. “I mean-- look at those thighs. It’s like a snake swallowed a bag of ropes.”

Huffing, Atsumu crosses his arms over his chest. “We’re on a date and you’re checkin’ out other men?”

“Ah ah,” you tut, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “We haven’t officially started the date yet because someone messed up the time, so in the meanwhile…” You gesture for him to move over. “Maybe you should go work on your serves.”

Oh, Atsumu had made a grave error. Whose eyes wouldn’t wander when surrounded by a group of athletic men running around in fitted practice jerseys and shorts?

Well, no matter. He’d just have to make himself stand out.

“Omi-omi,” he whispers, “give me your water bottle.”

Sakusa, predictably, stares at him in disbelief. Maybe a little disgust. “No. Drink from your own.”

He snatches the bottle anyways, rolling his eyes when his teammate shouts in protest. “Calm down, ‘m not gonna drink from it.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

Atsumu decides not to answer, instead moving to stand directly in your line of sight (you pout when he blocks your view of Meian). “Oh, it’s so hot in here,” he says, louder than necessary, fanning himself with his hand. “Gotta cool down.”

He lifts the bottle, ignoring Sakusa’s vehement protests, and tips it back, squeezing the bottle so it sprays directly into his mouth. It overflows, falling down his chin, his neck.

He unscrews the lid of the bottle and dumps the remaining water directly on his head.

“Refreshing,” he says, shaking his head from side to side to side, spraying droplets of water everywhere. He runs a hand through his damp hair, pushing the strands back in a way he knows is attractive according to the commercials for Potari Sweat he’d participated in.

You’re staring at him. You’re on the hook.

“Oh man, looks like I might have to change my shirt,” he smirks, grabbing the hem of his practice jersey. He’s finally getting to show you his six-pack--

“Oh no! Here you go, Atsumu!” Hinata - like the sun personified - throws a balled up towel at his face.

Atsumu catches it, dropping the hem of his shirt in the process and deciding that he is definitely going to throw a ball at him.

“Thanks,” he mutters, shooting him a glare.

Then you’re laughing at him, not even bothering to hide your amusement at his expense. He wonders how so many things could go wrong in the span of ten minutes. “That was like watching a toddler try to use a cup,” you tell him between fits of giggles, making even Sakusa chuckle. “Now move over. God, number twelve is built different. Think you can introduce me?”

Okay, Atsumu acquiesces with a sigh, slinging the towel over his shoulder and waving Bokuto over. You win this round.

But I don’t give up easy.

BONUS:

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“Who said I was jealous?” he denies, reaching across the table and stealing one of your sashimi.

You stare at him disbelievingly, whether it’s due to his blatant lie or thievery, he doesn’t know. “So you just dumped water on yourself and tried to take off your shirt for no reason?”

“Hey, I didn’t say you had to look.”

“And I never said I didn’t like it.”

[bakugousleftnipple]

Slow Hands | Bakugou x reader

Word count: 800+

Warnings: overstimulation, masturbation

Summary: soulmate au where you can feel your soulmate touch themselves; prohero bakugou’s soulmate was on antidepressants which killed their sex drive for the longest time until the medications were switched, causing them to masturbate constantly, making pro hero bakugou very angry and determined to find them. (i was the anon who sent this ask to @tteokdoroki and got the okay to scribble some thoughts down, but please check aali’s writing - she is amazing and so skilled. i give her big kith.)

ayo, here’s part 2 

Bakugou never thought much about masturbation, only occasionally touching himself to relieve stress; however, that all changed when he was about 26 years old. Yeah, he knew about the soulmate bond that made you feel any sexual pleasure your partner was receiving, aside when from it was you and your partner together. He was grateful that his soulmate rarely masturbated, seeing it as an inconvenience. When his friends retold the awful stories of popping boners in public, he would sneer at them, but he was silently content with his soulmate’s low libido.

After becoming an adult, Katsuki wondered if he really had a soulmate. The first time you had touched yourself after the bond was formed, it shocked him. He was somewhat happy to know you existed, but at the same time annoyed. He felt a pressure on his cock, like someone was caressing him – he knew then you existed.

Panting as he stroked himself, he could tell you were close, and for a moment he thought the soulmate bond was somewhat nice if it was going to give him this much pleasure – it was intense, much greater than when he touched himself without you doing the same.

_

“God fucking damn it,” Bakugou growls as he angry unzips his pants. “Why the fuck, after so damn long-” He was in a predicament. Currently visiting his childhood home, he excused himself to the bathroom as he felt you playing with your cunt. “Ya better enjoy getting off five times a day before,” he groans out, cut off by a gasp, “before I fuckin’ find ya. Gonna tie you up, keep your greedy hands out of your pants.”

Fisting his cock, he pumps it angrily, desperate to get off quickly before his family asks him why he’s taking so long. He thought he hit the jackpot with your low libido, but something changed; suddenly, you can’t masturbate enough. It went from zero to one hundred.

He was pissed off, shoulders tense as he huffed out heavy breaths, desperately trying to be quiet. Form shaking as he cursed out under his breath, “Gonna make ya pay for this.” With a choked-out sob, he came, catching a glance of himself in the mirror on the wall. Bakugou took in his flushed cheeks and wild expression; how could he feel so good and so angry at the same time? He couldn’t understand what changed, but he was going to find out.

_

In his bed, stomach splattered with cum as his dick begins to harden again, Katsuki feels tears streaming down his cheeks, wetness finding his ears and making him frown harder. Body spent, as he isn’t used to being overstimulated, he makes an ugly noise in the back of his throat.

“I get bein’ horny but this is ridiculous,” he groans out, not daring to touch his sensitive cock. He feels your orgasm, shuddering as it washes over him. Sure you’re about to keep fucking yourself, he braces himself for more, but the constant stimulation finally stops.

Stretching an arm out to grab a tissue from his nightstand, he wipes his stomach clean. Dick somewhat hard, he grunts as he brushes against the raw head when he twits to throw away the used tissue.

Wincing, he hears his phone vibrate on the nightstand.

“Who the hell is textin’ me at this hour?” Unlocking his phone, he sees your text. Rolling his eyes, he opens the message, glancing over your dumb meme you sent him.  Bakugou opens your contact information, accidently facetiming you.

“Hello?” Confusion written clear across your face, “You okay?”

“What? Why wouldn’t I be?” Eyebrows raise as he shifts, taking in your features. He always thought you were pretty, but there was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on about you right now.

Laughing, “You never facetime me. Especially not in the middle of the night. Is there a reason you’re up so late? I thought you went to bed early.”

Grunting in annoyance, he remembers why he’s up so late. But it isn’t like he’s going to tell you why. “Couldn’t sleep.” Shrugging, he narrows his eyes at you. “Why’re you up this late?”

“Oh, well. My medications got switched and I haven’t been able to sleep as well.” Watching you shift, he considers this information.

“Ya havin’ insomnia as a side effect?” As you seem a bit flustered at his question, he grows suspicious. “What’re you on?”

As you tell him your medication’s name, he thinks briefly, remembering the medication you were on before. “How long have you been on this new medicine anyway?”

Blinking, you answer, “I dunno, a few months. Why?”

Humming, he keeps a straight face as he gives his cock an experimental stroke, successfully keeping his expression neutral. Drinking in your widened eyes and small gasp, he knows.

Part 2

[kireijae]

njm. 20:39

“but you with your doll’s lashes, your infinite t-shirts […] the boy with the plan.” — ‘the man with the axe’ by lorde

pairing: jaemin x reader

genre: fluff, pining

a/n: this song reminds me so much of nana esp those two lines i quoted ugh i’m in love! also repost bc tumblr tags are faephobic

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jaemin seemed different in this light. the fire further warmed up his skin tone. maybe it was the soju, though you’d only had a couple sips from jeno’s glass. perhaps the sentimental air swirling around the fireplace and through everyone’s hair. or maybe it was just him.

“jaemin!” the sound of jeno calling his name ripped you out of your stupor. you looked around, anxiously hoping not to meet anyone’s eyes.

“are you going to grill the meat?” jaemin laughed at the passive aggressive tone in jeno’s voice.

“yeah, just give me a minute,” jaemin didn’t look up from his phone where his fingers were tapping away.

jeno got curious, his body leaning over the camping chair the other boy was hunched over on.

“who ya textin’?” he asked in a tone that sounded much too much like isabella from phineas and ferb.

jaemin looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed, “my mom.”

“oh really?” jeno seemed not to believe him as he lifted a brow.

jaemin looked at you quickly, causing you to widen your eyes and shoot your gaze in chenle’s direction. he was at least doing something interesting— nearly falling off his chair watching stephen curry play— so you wouldn’t seem too weird for looking at him.

“yes,” you heard jaemin say almost irritatedly, “she was just telling me some advice her broker gave her.”

“of course,” jeno sighed and you heard him sit in a chair nearby “that’s just like you, grandpa.”

you turned your head back to them, “‘grandpa’?” you questioned.

“all he does is adulting stuff,” jeno explains, “plans for the future and invests and blah blah blah.”

“don’t ask me for money when you’re old and you’ve spent all your life earnings on popcorn and bikes,” jaemin quipped back.

how did you find that attractive? he’s smart with money and it makes your cheeks hotter? you were down horrendous. luckily the fire in front of you could be another explanation for your cheeks heating up. and your hands getting slightly sweaty.

“jaemin!” mark was the one yelling this time, only from the kitchen, “can you start on the meat?”

“sure thing!” he yelled back, standing up and putting his phone back in his pocket. “can you help?”

he was looking at you when he made the request, but you placed your hand on your chest in question anyway.

“only if you want?” he said, reaching his hand out for you to take.

you put your hand in his and instantly regretted it. you felt your heart swell at the touch. you’d fallen for your best friend’s best friend. in the space of a month.

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