#goodsgraces

             pretending  not  to  notice  was  a  certain  skill.  it's  one  that  nolan  had  never  mastered,  and  rarely  ever  practiced.  but  after  three  pints  and  two  hours  of  watching  her  from  his  peripheral,  nolan  was  well  past  faux-naif.   “  hi  nat  ,  ”  he  slumps  in  front  of  her,  dramatically  leaning  against  the  nearest  surface.  “  i  figured  i  would  come  say  hi  ,  since  you  won't  .  what  is  this  about  ?  subverting  gender  roles  ?  because  you're  really  just  hurting  my  feelings  .  ”  tucks  his  palm  beneath  his  chin,  “  also  kinda  fucked  up  you  brought  your  ugly  boyfriend  to  my  birthday  .  ”  it's  an  obvious  probe,  and  she  was  likely  too  smart  to  fall  for  it,  but  he  couldn't  help  himself.  “  if  i'm  being  honest  ,  i  already  told  half  the  party  that  he  gave  my  friend  a  UTI  ,  and  the  other  half  you're  kissing  cousins  .  if  you  have  anything  you  want  to  add  ,  i  could  make  an  announcement  .  "

“  tell  me,  is  she  prettier  than  she  was  on  the  internet  ?  ”  it's  impossible  to  hide  the  ire  in  her  voice.  “  are  your  conversations  cool,  like,  are  you  even  listening  ?  ”

@goodsgraces gets a lyric starter : ' reckless driving ' by lizzy mcalpine

he'd probably had one too many drinks﹔just enough to quiet the cautionary voice in the back of his head. the longer he pretended to still be with noelle ( along with the more beers he finished off ), the easier it was to forget they'd broken - up in the first place. attention turns to the femme beside him in mid - conversation, smug grin growing on his features. "alright, enough talking. think you need to go in the water," suggests before his arm hooks around her waist.

" oh c'mon we're not doing this again now , are we ? "

･ﾟ∗     @goodsgraces :  river's instagram   ft.   cass   .

"oh, good, you're awake. any idea what the actual fuck happened last night, or...?"

ears felt warm as he sat perched on the floor in front of his girlfriend's parted thighs, overwhelmed by the tightness in his throat. ( as a child, the male would sit at the side of his bed just like this while repeating his nightly prayers — forrest couldn't quite remember the last time he'd done so. ) he couldn't look at her, dark eyes blankly transfixed on the painfully white wood paneling that covered her bedroom wall while he pondered how it must feel to be pure, crisp, clean. the male could still taste her in his mouth, could still hear the soft whimpers that turned into cries of lustful bliss echoing in his head. and it made him feel satisfied, proud while simultaneously disgusted. a loud sigh leaves him, temple pressed hard to the side of her knee as he speaks. " i think of worshipping you, sometimes, " forrest admitted, lips ghosting against her skin, mustering all of his willpower not to pepper kisses down her inner leg, " but that'd be idolatry. "