people always say you have to choose. no one tells you what happens after. i thought losing her would teach me how to let go. instead, it taught me how to pretend. then i met him, and for the first time in a long time, i believed i was finally moving forward. until she came back. this isn't a story about choosing between two people. it's about living with the choices i already made-and discovering that sometimes the hardest person to forgive is yourself. in the end, i wasn't hers. i wasn't his. i was just the girl who got stuck in the middle.

you never expected your literature professor to be young, sharp-tongued, and devastatingly captivating - but professor o'connell is all that and more. between tense lectures, stolen glances, and secrets that linger after class, you find yourself tangled in a dangerous game of curiosity and control. how long can you keep it professional when the air between you burns with something more? - lowercase intended ꨄ professor o'connell © || gf2bil

what happens when juliet finds herself right back in the same place everything came to an end? - meant to be read in dark mode. contains mature content.

"But you said! you told me you love me!" I yelled at her tears streaming down my face. She looks at me and shrugs smiling, "I didn't mean it. I was just playing around. Wanted to know what it was like. And you know I love him." "You wrote it! 'If I love you was a promise would you break it if your honest' it was a promise! you can't break a promise!" I sob out clenching the end of my shirt tightly. "How old are you? Fucking 10? Promises are made to be broken. At least I'm being true to staying honest. Wake up y/n, this is reality. I'm not even gay! I was just curious." She says rolling her eyes. "So you chose me to play with? To hurt? You think my feelings aren't valid just because I'm a lesbian? So you play with my feelings! You're just a selfish bitch! I fucking hate you Billie!" I yell unable to control my emotions anymore. "Okay? Well if that was it, I'm leaving. Brandon's waiting for me in the car." She says with a laugh. I look up to met her ocean eyes filled with amusement and accomplishment. I look at her with disgust and walk away. Away from her, hopefully forever.

Delilah Brooks is Australia's most feared netball defender - fast, unshakable, and barely 5'0" of pure athletic focus. She's kind, grounded, adored by fans, and totally uninterested in celebrity hype. Her life revolves around three things: her mum, her team, and the few seconds of silence she finds between the whistle. So when international pop star Billie Eilish is dragged to a NSW Swifts game by her friends on a night off in Sydney, Delilah barely registers her in the crowd. But Billie registers her. And she can't look away. As one world tour collides with another championship season, Billie and Delilah's paths tangle across cities, stadiums, late-night texts, shared silences, and slow glances from opposite ends of the world. This isn't a story about fame. It's a story about what happens when the loudest girl in the world meets the one who only lets herself feel between the whistle.

beau·ti·ful /ˈbyo͞odəfəl/ adjective pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically.

i'm obsessed with my stan. gxg. mature warning

i seem weak because i want to

Megan and her best friend Nora can't live without each other. They've gone through the good and bad things together, never leaving each other's side. Nothing could break them apart. Or at least, that's what they thought. What will happen when Megan falls in love with a girl who her best friend has already been in love with for a while?

"Because you're younger than me? and I'm your brothers best friend!" I whisper yell glaring into her eyes. She smirks and shrugs, "And? I'm of age plus you're just friends with him." I roll my eyes turning around to walk out of her room. I gasp loudly as I'm pushed up roughly to the wall, my hands pinned above me. "We aren't done talking babygirl."