hello this is kel i cannot remember my email for incipientfaith im like. freakin out
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There are several things about Brian that draws the younger, more innocent and virginal one to him. Maybe it's the smug confidence he wears, or the fact whenever he leaves her room, his scent lingers until the morning. It's definitely got something to do with the fact that there's something undeniable attractive about his half-smirk of a smile, about his green orbs of eyes so different from her own. She's caught in a web of his voice seeped with lust, and his hands warm against her skin.
Miles has never anticipated something so much before— Not the results of any test, quiz or exam ever. Of course, this also is nothing like any test, quiz or exam ever. Brian's about to fucking rim her for Christ's sake. Her pulse is scary high, and a heady feeling spreads from the center of her abdomen out to her fingertips, definitely becoming heavily infected with some high amount of lust. Brian hasn't even done anything yet and she'd drunk off of anticipation.
A sharp smack against her bum has her gasping, lifting her head just to look back at him, innocent pale green eyes looking foreignly lustful and wanton. The girl's never worn a face like this before, but she's never been touched like this before, either. There's a first for everything, and Brian is it. Perhaps she's been waiting her whole life for someone to touch her like Brian is. Or maybe she's just been waiting for him.
Here it comes— Sharp intake of breath follows Brian's fingers pulling her cheeks apart, a few moments of silence follow before a long moan that sounds like his tongue is the best thing to ever touch her. Her eyelids close without her noticing and her mind is blissfully in the present, thinking of nothing but fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck and she doesn't even swear. "B-Brian, please, more—" Another moan because, Christ, it's only been a few minutes and she feels so fucking good.
friday night lights; {miles/brian}
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i've got a lot of muse for once, like for a starter.
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❝ Oh, you do, hm? Well, that could be
arranged. I can pack a bag and stay
over here for a little bit, if you'd like. ❞
❝I have no idea, baby. I think you should start
sleeping over a lot more. I don’t like you
leaving me, Princess.❞
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The fact that Archie sits quietly and doesn't visibly react
sort of makes Miles nervous. She's second guessing herself—
Had she made the right move? What if she'd read things wrong?
This is why Miles never opens up, convinces herself there are no
feelings— Because feelings are messy and there's no easy way out
of them or around them, and there's no taking them back once they've
been brought up. Talking about them makes them official and solid,
like an unwavering concrete statue or something of the like.
❝ Okay. ❞
And with Archie closing the space between them, her heart
only beats faster, her cheeks only grow pinker and their proximity
makes her nerves heighten. His touch is so gently she's almost
sure that she's made of glass.
❝ I've been yours since the first
time we kissed.❞
All he does is listen at first, he presumes it’s fairly obvious to Miles that he too feels the same way that she does. He wants her, he craves her and he has done for such a long time it’s getting hard to hide it away. He needs her, he does ; he has done for so long and nothing would make him happier to know that he was the only one to be with her, the only one touching her and kissing her and loving her the way she deserves to be loved. He tried to bring her up constantly, any given situation, any conversation somehow he’d bring her up and he knew his other friends were getting irritated with him due to this but, he couldn’t help himself.
❝ We can be something… ❞
His voice is a mere whisper, and he can tell she’s nervous, but she’s impossibly beautiful and the fondness his evident upon his features. His hands cup her cheeks, and his thumbs graze along her jaw. He knows this can work out, it has to. He can’t lose her, he loses her and there’s no point to him anmore, and that’s that. He presses his lips to her forehead now, one finger resting against her chin.
❝ You’re never going to lose me, I want you too.
Be mine? Please? ❞
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( aviusxavium )
❝ So—— No more summer school.
What ever shall we do with our
abundance of free time? ❞
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[swoons]
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THIS GA Y MEME I S GAYING I TIN MY INNBOX
spiderskylar
MAKE HI M STOP THIS GAY
I AHE VE YOUR SLEFIES SALFEVED
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[SEES PERRIE X PERRIE]
MY NAME IS AURELIUS AND I APPRO VE THIS MESAGE
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ive been talking to max since i like woke up like 4
i cant stop lauhing omfg
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i honestly cannot imagine miles with any other name besides miles
which is honestly sort of weird but i mean, it doesn't bother her i guess ??
as long as people recognise that she's a woman and use she/her, i think she's okay
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me and medusa have alot in common we both make men rock hard
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Miles shrugs, lacing their fingers
together as she follows him.
❝ Oh, I dunno. Mostly I just wanna
cuddle, anyway. ❞
He grabbed her hand gently, leading her out
of the building.
❝What movie, baby?❞
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Miles honestly doesn't really know what to do with their
sudden shift in title; isn't 100% sure what it means for
them as a pair. But she does know that she's hungry, so
she takes the bag of food from him, thanking him quietly
as she sets it down on the coffee table and takes a seat herself.
"Like, black and white. Could you get some napkins
and couple of plates from the kitchen?"
She starts to take the food out of the paper bag it'd been brought
in, eyes glancing over at Bennett.
text--
Bennett just knew he’d take a while to be able to get
it to click in his head that Miles was his…girlfriend. It’s
a thing he’d wanted but was so unsure he’d get. It was
a good kind of shock, though.
”How old, like black and white horror or like,
The Shining kind of old?”
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ITS 4:43 IM GOING TO FUCKIN BED
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[ sms: last night ]
Miles: when are you going to come get the boxers you left here
Miles: if you left them on purpose im gonna say that that's pretty gross
Miles: and also uncool really uncool
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