#and we were talking ab bedsheets for whatever reason

[gentlehue]

I love when different cultures have things in common it’s so cute how despite it all we’re all connected 💖

[webslingingslasher]

I feel like crying right now 🫠. I had a rlly bad week and it involved me having a mental breakdown and having to pretend like I wasn't crying when my parents came in my room. Not trying to trauma dump but I was js stressed over school assignments bc I usually never have trouble doing it and my room was very dirty and I had laundry to do and I'm sick and my parents think somethings going on with me because I was late to school three days in a row??? My dad literally said "What's going on with you lately?" While he was dropping me off and I started tearing up so I js got out of the car before I started bawling. My very best friend is ignoring me for some reason??? It usually only lasts like a few hours but this has been going on since Thursday and we still have not said a word to each other.

We're a trio w another girl but the other girl (let's call her v) has other friends and her main friends were a year older but they graduated so now we're a trio. I kind of didn't like her bc I let her rant to me when we were becoming friends but then she got too used to it and I became her therapist which I would be fine with bc I love her but she would never listen to me when I was talking and then when asked she would js giggle and say it's bc of her 'adhd' but then she would say she didn't have adhd too?? Like girl make up ur mind. But then I wouldn't let myself be walked over so I confronted her and she said ok I'll try to be better. Lately she has gotten a lot better and she's becoming a very important person in my life but it's usually always been me and my bsf right? Sorry to go off topic I forget what I'm talking ab and I js keep talking 😭 but uhhh anyways I told v aby bsf ignoring me and she basically told me that I should ignore her back bc she always does it to me and I'm always the one apologizing even tho I don't know what I did wrong most of the time. I send her a long paragraph and she js responds w lol and we move on.

So v told me that I don't deserve that, so I should wait for her to talk to me, and after a while, I was like, "Yk what? Youre right" and she told me "ik this sounds cringy but I'm so proud of you" I was alr kind of crying before that bc I always care more ab ppl then they do ab me and bc of the shitty week I had been having so when I read that I immediately started crying and I was muffling the sounds in my spiderman plushie (I'm so cool ik😎) and I was like that for ab an hour and I haven't talked to my bsf since. We had school the next day, and she ignored me, so I went to my other friends bc I have more of them in my classes than she does, and I had a pretty good day apart from her.

Anyways I forgot what my point was again 😭, but oh yeah today I woke up early to go see the eclipse w my cousins and when I came home I went to get starbucks w my dad and then showered (I had not showered in a while, stinky ik 😪((tbh I think it was the dirty room and clothes that was depressing me)) ) and then I cleaned my room and moved things around. (It was a deep clean day) and I went to go do laundry at my aunties. (I had to put two loads in bc I had a lot of clothes 😭) anyways it is currently 8:30 pm where I am and I js got home bc I had to walk home w my bin.

I come home to my little ipad kid cousins in my room on my bed (I didn't have bedsheets on bc I washed them) they had dirty bare feet and they were jumping on my bed and I had left a drawing on my bed and they crumpled it all up. My aunt js leaves them to do whatever they want bc the older one has autism so that's an excuse apparently??? (Don't come at me she's not a very good mom in that department)((wow that sounded judgy)) also I can't tell them to go away or not jump on my bed because then my parents are gonna make it seem like I'm being dramatic in front of my whole family (my aunts and uncles are here) also I'm Mexican btw so it's a very big deal. Also if I tell my aunt she's gonna be rlly sorry and make me feel guilty ab it and in the end they're gonna end up on my bed either way. Also ik my cousin is also having a bad week so ik small things will provoke him. So yeah 😁 I also have a class tmr at 6:30 pm for two hours and it affects me a lot bc then I feel out of it when I have to come home and get ready for school on Monday.

Anyways sorry for dumping all of this on you and if you made it to the end congrats and thank you 🫶🏽 also feel free to ignore this I js needed to tell someone🧍🏽‍♀️

- 🎧

seems like v is a good friend. and it sounds like you need a good friend right now.

i hope these next few weeks get better, i'm sending a big fat virtual hug your way!

[curseofbunny]

Day 4: Highschool Au

and here, have some kylyna~ i don’t typically like highschool aus but i have to admit, this was the exception. gentle warnings for: nonsense, weed, makeouts

ao3 link

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Lyna drops him the note as she passes his desk in English class, which she was lucky to share with him. They’d never talked before, but Iris had suggested she hit him up when she voiced concern over her old weedman dropping out of school to pursue competitive clown-themed tilapia racing. Needless to say, his sudden move to Tijuana was unexpected and met with confusion and disapproval from all of his clientele.

His blue-gray eyes studied her back as she retreated to her seat, no doubt trying to understand the sudden interest in him, or what purpose the small slip of paper could hold. In his hands he held a universe of possibilities, signed in green pen with a heart at the end, and she knew it.

Lyna glances at him as she sinks into her seat, her hair pulled into a braid over one shoulder and her half-undone overalls and white crop top the pinnacle of modern fashion. Her meticulously cleaned sneakers rivalled only his own in both style and expense, making her an enigma to the teenage boy with a piece of her heart in his hands.

He opens the note. Her eyes don’t leave his forehead and hair, close shaven, as his head bends to take the material in.

He closes the note. He pulls out his phone. Lyna had included her phone number, so she isn’t concerned that he’s ignoring her. No, she tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear and pulls out her own phone, hiding it underneath the edge of her textbook, so glad that the teacher didn’t care what they did so long as they aced the tests and turned the homework in with ample time to grade.

UNKNOWN NUMBER – how much do u want?

Lyna cracked a smile, unable to keep a poker face. How simple, how straight to business. She hadn’t had that with her former weedman, he’d always bullshitted and taken his customers in circles, usually leaving them having spent much more than they wanted to and with odd drugs that was not, in fact, what they’d come to him for. She’d once witnessed him get a boy alone for twenty minutes and in the span of those twenty minutes, the boy spent an arm, a leg, and half of his kidney on a bag of ecstasy and two ounces lesser than the amount of weed that he’d come for. She’d been very careful after that, but still ended up getting charmed too often. Maybe it was a good thing, the weedman would be a very good tilapia-racer, whatever the hell that was.

ME – can we meet at lunch to discuss? I need a stable supply

UNKNOWN NUMBER – are u sure I’m looking for stable clients?

Her audible snort disrupts the audio book, but she’s lucky to cover her mouth and to have the teacher look away, obviously assuming that she’d fallen asleep and just woken up, or had some other likely reason for the interruption of the text that she’d really just read on her own time and do the assignment for when she wasn’t more concerned with the slope of his shoulders and the crook of his nose, the bulge of his biceps and the pretty way his fingers moved over the phone screen.

ME – meet me at lunch and we can find out. U come highly recommended.

UNKNOWN NUMBER – highly recommended?

ME – iris?

UNKNOWN NUMBER – save my number as robot fucker. No caps. Ur choice of emoji.

Lyna couldn’t stifle this snort either.

ME – got it cap’n robot fucker

ROBOT FUCKER – that works

~

They meet outside in the courtyard, under the shade of the ugly cottonwood tree that PTSA had tried and failed and tried and failed and tried and failed to get rid of. There’s a table with an umbrella over it that catches anything unwanted from the tree and sags with waterweight from never getting overturned in the rain, but it’s certainly a great place to go if you don’t want people to overhear you. The metal table is never as sticky hot as the rest, and the ugly tree makes the market value of the juniors-and-up courtyard nearly as bad as sitting inside with the freshman who liked to poke carrots between their teeth and laugh about quaint things that the seniors claimed to be beyond, but would in actuality return to as soon as it was deemed ‘cool’ again.

Lyna felt she could write an anthology in highschool, but alas, she was still one of them and her main concern was sitting under the dangerously tipping umbrella with a boy she didn’t know, but was very interested in finding out the thread count of his bedsheets at home. She wasn’t sure if it’d be 600 or lower and feel cheap, or a 1000 or better with his income.

“So, you’re interested in buying?” He says, eyes looking up at her from under dark lashes. He’d brought food from the gas station around the corner, though she had no clue when he’d left to go get it. She’s almost envious, except her luxuriously microwaved feast-from-home is in front of her, steaming slightly from the private comforts of her creative writing class where her teacher had oh so graciously allowed her to make use of the facilities.

“Well, Dylan officially left two weeks ago and my supply ran out Thursday. I’m interested in not having a repeat of this weekend.” She stabs a piece of broccoli and brings it to her mouth, blowing on it delicately. “I’m sure you’ve had quite a few people coming to you, looking to buy.”

“My stash is running low, and I don’t get it in often. What do you have that makes you a higher priority than them?” His eyebrows rise, the cheap funyun between his fingers shining in the dapple of sunlight that made it through.

“I smoke for my anxiety,” She began, only to be cut off.

“So does everyone else who comes by. We’re in AICE Psych together, as well as AP Zoology and Morgaine’s math class.”

“The prescription I have kills my energy. So I smoke, get a lot done, revise the next morning. This weekend I couldn’t do anything at all.”

He considers her proposal, popping the funyun into his mouth. “Well, how do you feel pricewise?”

“Positively. I tip.”

He whistles. “And what if I overcharge?”

“Then I still tip. I like deals that are…”

They regard each other for a moment while she decides on a word.

“Clean.”

A bird caws overhead. There’s an odd rippling movement in the light overhead, something intangibly different, then the slightest ripping sound.

A waterfall opens onto the metal table.

Their food, soaking wet. Sap and leaves and bark and enamel pins and whatever else had been trapped in the deadly pocket of the umbrella above them. What’d once held back the pus pocket of the world now betrayed two vulnerable patrons of its protections, leaving them staring at each other in shock, soaking wet and shaking with barely perceptible rage at the bad hand life had dealt.

Lyna swallows the bite that’d been in her mouth. The sun beats through the broken umbrella.

~

Kyle pushes her into the wall, his mouth crashing into hers like a double decker bus wreck and her eyes seeing stars more clearly than any astronomy course could demonstrate.

They’d snuck into the gym’s men’s locker room to clean up while they finished their conversation, the decision unanimous and silent but speaking volumes to their character. However, once faces were washed and eyes met again, the spark just kind of… lit itself.

Lyna tangles a hand in his shirt, yanking it up to reveal imperfect abs and gasping against his lips.

His teeth graze her bottom lip and her braid starts to come undone, one of her legs wrapping around his waist.

Their hips roll against each other.

This wasn’t the thread count, but she was getting there.

[rollinscarisi]

Shape of You

So I heard Ed Sheeran’s new song and my brain immedietely thought of Owen and Amelia. Oh well...

If you haven’t heard the song, please do, it’s amazing!

Anyway, hope you like this! 💖

He was at a birthday party and his friends kept messing with him, telling him he was distracted, again. And he was. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the petite brunette woman sitting at the bar. He noticed her when she walked in and found himself glancing her way every few minutes.

Lowering his glance from her face, he noticed she was fidgeting with her fingers. He also realized there was still no drink in front of her. She hadn’t ordered anything. He saw the bartender approach her once again, probably asking if she was ready to order yet, and she just shook her head.

After some encouragement from his friends, he decided to give it a shot and go talk to this girl.

“Hi.”

She looked at him sideways, but said nothing.

Tough crowd… - he thought.

“I noticed you haven’t ordered anything. Can I get you something?”

“No.”

He tilted his head, silently wondering why her voice sounded so sad. Feeling like he wasn’t getting anywhere and also knowing it wasn’t his place to be bothering her, he sort of nodded his head once in surrender and turned around to go back to his friends.

Her voice stopped him though.

“Wanna dance?”

The club isn't the best place to find a lover So the bar is where I go Me and my friends at the table doing shots Drinking fast and then we talk slow Come over and start up a conversation with just me And trust me I'll give it a chance now Take my hand, stop, put Van The Man on the jukebox And then we start to dance, and now I'm singing like

Was this happening?

She said two words to him and he instantly found her hand on his, leading him to the dance floor.

He knew music was playing in the background, but quite frankly his brain wasn’t registering it.

All he could focus on was the warmth of her curves under his hands.

The way her hair swayed as she moved side to side. Is it as silky as it looks?

He noticed she moved a little closer to him grabbed both his hands, intertwined their fingers and dragged them a little lower on her waist, making him feel every curve.

Now up close to her, he could see her eyes. Those eyes were bluer than blue and had a subtle provocative sparkle to them which, for some unknown reason to him, forced him to lower his gaze to her lips. She didn’t have full lips but they definitely looked deliciously kissable.

Next thing he knew she turned around, and her back was now pressed firmly to his front. She wrapped his arms around her and intertwined their fingers again. The suggestively sexy way her hips were moving against his body was driving him completely crazy.

“Maybe we should stop…”

“Are you sure?” – she pressed her hips harder against his and looked up at him “Because it doesn’t feel like you want to stop.”

Girl, you know I want your love Your love was handmade for somebody like me Come on now, follow my lead I may be crazy, don't mind me Say, boy, let's not talk too much Grab on my waist and put that body on me Come on now, follow my lead Come, come on now, follow my lead

He wasn’t really sure how they had gotten out of the bar and were now at his place. More precisely, he was pinning her against his living room wall.

“You don’t know my name.”

“Does it matter?”

“It does. If we’re really gonna do this you should know what name you’re gonna be moaning tonight.”

She laughed at his smart-ass response, kissed him hard again and started running her hands under his t-shirt, exploring his abs. The small moan she released made him be sure she approved of whatever was under that piece of clothing and wasted no time yanking it over his head. This girl wasn’t playing around. She knew what she wanted and she was going to take it.

Feeling like he was letting her have all the fun and control, he swiftly picked her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

He then carried her to his room, and wasted no time laying her on his bed. On the way she had lost her clothes and was now laying there only in a lace bra and thong.

Damn, what a view…

She provocatively spread her legs a little and started running her right foot up and down his chest. The lust in her eyes was daring him to make a move. That was his breaking point. He pounced and attacked.

Getting rid of any piece of clothing left, they quickly got to business and started exploring each other’s bodies.

He kissed every inch of silky sin he could find, although always avoiding the place where she wanted him the most, barely hovering over it, and it was driving her completely crazy, he could tell.

“Stop teasing and get to it!”

“I can’t. You still don’t know my name.”

“Ugh, it doesn’t matter.” She groaned in clear frustration.

He chuckled at her impatience and expertly flipped her around so that she was lying on her stomach. He covered her body with his, his front to her back, and spread kisses and bites along her spine while widening her legs apart, just enough to make room for his body.

Once he reached her face, he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, then moved a little, bit her ear lobe and whispered in her ear. “It’s Owen.”

And he finally joined their bodies.

I'm in love with the shape of you We push and pull like a magnet do Although my heart is falling too I'm in love with your body And last night you were in my room And now my bedsheets smell like you Every day discovering something brand new I'm in love with your body Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I I'm in love with your body Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I I'm in love with your body Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I I'm in love with your body Every day discovering something brand new I'm in love with the shape of you

Owen had never been that guy. The guy who goes out with his friends and goes back home with a stranger. Not that he was complaining. This was a very attractive, very sexy stranger. And he enjoyed every second of their time together to be honest.

Being rudely wakened by the sunlight coming in from outside, he decided to turn around in his bed with every intention of wrapping his arm around the alluring woman he spent the night with.

Only, she wasn’t there. And his small apartment was clearly empty. He huffed. Of course she had left without saying anything. She hadn’t even told him her name.

He stretches his body along the spacious bed, rests his head on ‘her’ pillow and inhales. Vanilla, red fruits and cinnamon.

Under the pillow his finds a small piece of paper with a phone number written under ‘thanks for the night ;)’

And a week later he calls her.

“Hello?”

Besides not being the guy that gets the girl at the end of the night he also wasn’t the type of guy that believed in love at first sight or got completely obsessed with someone he barely met. But for some reason he couldn’t help but briefly close his eyes at the sound of her husky voice.

“Hey, it’s Owen.”

“Owen?”

“You know, from last week, we danced at the bar, I took you home and you screamed my name like 3 times…”

“Oh that Owen! You took your time calling me.”

By the tone of her voice he could tell she was smiling. And he wondered if she has been thinking about their night together as much as he had.

“I would’ve called sooner, but work kept me busy.” A bit of a white lie, but he wasn’t about to tell her he kept finding himself thinking of her throughout the week and was afraid of hearing a no.

“It’s fine.”

There was a pause – not an awkward one, more like they were listening to each other breathing.

“So I was wondering if I could take you on a date and maybe learn your name by the end of the night.”

“Or I could tell you my name right now.”

“Is that a no on going on a date with me?”

“I didn’t say that…”

“So that’s a yes?”

It was in fact a yes, because the next day they found themselves sitting across from each other at a cheap burger place.

They make small talk, get more comfortable, flirt a little, talk for hours about their childhood and their families, the good and the bad and then flirt some more.

Nearing the end of the night he decided to be a gentleman and take her home. She had other plans and was now straddling him in the back of a taxi, and was hungrily leaving red marks on his neck. His hands were very busy cupping her butt cheeks, enjoying the feel of her toned muscles.

She started biting his ear lobe and he could feel her tongue coming out to play. Suddenly her husky voice filled his brain.

“It’s Amelia.”

One week in we let the story begin We're going out on our first date You and me are thrifty, so go all you can eat Fill up your bag and I fill up a plate We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour And how your family is doing okay Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat Tell the driver make the radio play, and I'm singing like

Date one led to date two, and date two turned into 5 more.

Suddenly they had been dating for 7 months and Amelia started spending more time at Owen’s place than at hers.

They often found themselves holding hands and watching movies, sitting on benches beneath old oak trees. She often made him laugh throughout the day because to her it was the best sound in the world. He loved catching her genuine smile, like when she smiled at small ordinary things and the sparkle in her eyes would shine brighter than the sun and her single dimple came out to play.

They could talk about anything, everything or nothing and they they’d still be happiest they had ever been.

And the sex was amazing. Sometimes it was about satisfying a primal need, others it was about getting in touch with each other’s souls and surrounding themselves in their intimacy, or simply a stress reliever.

Girl, you know I want your love Your love was handmade for somebody like me Every day discovering something brand new I'm in love with the shape of you