then why did Ally and Dinah unfollow 5H official account if it was then that wrote the letter?
One, Ally hasn’t been following the 5H account in the last year, if y’all were actually paying attention, babe. Now, the reason as to why in her case remains unknown, but for her, this unfollowing thing isn’t new. It’s simply a convenient thing to point out for those unwilling to believe that the girls could possibly actually possess the sentiments expressed in the two letters.
In Dinah’s case, I can’t defend nor explain why she unfollowed the account. The one thing I can say, and this is definitely speculation, is that just because she signed it, it doesn’t mean she specifically felt all of the same with the letters the girls signed off on. As fans have pointed out and we have all noticed, the only one who seemed the closest to CC was Dinah. They lived on one bus separate from the girls and they spent the most time together (that we were able to see from Dinah’s snapchat sessions). Their bond was strong. That could mean, in theory, that Dinah’s going on with all of this because she’s torn. She has this friendship with CC that the other girls don’t seem to have, but she also has this group she doesn’t want to let go of nor betray considering she herself might not be ready to branch off into a solo career. So, while The Adults might (and this is what I actually believe) actually feel all that was expressed in the letters (ie. the obvious frustration, hurt, contempt, etc) and were the ones who were most ready to tell everyone about CC, as the one closest to her and the main one who tweeted that she was proud of her, Dinah might be the only one who doesn’t feel all of those things, but also won’t just turn on the other girls either. As we all can remember, Dinah was never the one in the group to be comfortable with confrontation, probably even if it includes having to defend herself.
As I stated, this is just speculation, but again they all have to approve this letter. They all have to sign off to this letter. That means, if this was a case of slander, they’re all subject to be sued for slander against this girl and would have to pay up/be seen in court/etc. And I doubt that the girls, the label, management, and their parents would be willing to go through all of that for the sake of one girl. They have too much on the line for that to be the case. There’s no denying that the music industry is a greedy and abusive world where kids are practically forced to adapt and become whatever it is they have to become in order to be successful. We know this. There’s also, though, a need to acknowledge that they’re also smart. No one makes it in this industry without some form of intelligence. Would you risk it all for the sake of being petty against one girl?
More than that, anon, riddle me this: why is it so easy for you all to fall prey to an audio [that 1.) none of you know the timeframe in which it was recorded, 2.) none of you know who released it, and 3.) none of you know why it was released] that was conveniently released during a time most crucial and beneficial for only one person? Why is it so easy to discredit the other girls and their opinions and their feelings when it happens to contrast against CC’s? Why is it so easy to believe her over them? Is it really because you (and everyone who shares your beliefs and unwillingness to believe that the girls are possibly fed up with CC) find yourselves privileged enough to think that you know them better than they know themselves, thus enabling you to believe that you know what they would say and feel? Or is it because some of you have always been simply CC stans posing as harmonizers?
so I just read your alren smut that you posted recently and I'm growing increasingly more obsessed with bottom Lauren. at this point I don't know what to do anymore. I'm just imagining her getting ridiculously turned on from Dinah slamming her against a wall. or her on her knees in front of mani. or Mila biting her neck and making her melt. or Ally making her come shopping with her and Lauren pouting until Ally fucks her in the changing room to make her behave. I don't even care, I'm trash.
I saw this message while I was at work and I was both thoroughly amused and also felt a little bit bad for dragging you down this hole with me, tbh lol
On the other hand, YES. X1000000000000 YES.
This is so good. wtf. anon legit tell me literally all your headcanons because wtf this is so good
so then I started writing a drabble. It was meant to be a smut lil drabble thing, but then it got out of control and turned into something else. so now here, have this not-smut-drabble:
~5k words, Lauren/everyone (aka included are Alren, Camren, Laurinah, Laurmani), rated R
Dinah was Lauren's first girlfriend.
Well, her first girlfriend, girlfriend - Lauren didn't count those hookups she'd had before as anything significant.
They were in high school. Dinah was a year younger (still is, Lauren supposes) and on the volleyball team. The only reason they even met was because the volleyball girls and the handball girls had to share the same bus for competitions due to low budgets.
(Lauren never made it into the softball team. The team was already full when she was a freshman, so she tried out for handball instead and got in, which meant she developed a fierce devotion to her team that made her never try out for anything else.)
Dinah was beautiful, and it was impossible for Lauren not to notice.
Sometimes handball and volleyball had to use the same court, so softball usually got to play their games first, and would have to stick around until volleyball ended so they could all be taken home.
That meant Lauren had to spend a lot of time staring at Dinah's legs in those short shorts that the volley girls always used. Dinah's thighs actually stole Lauren's breath sometimes, which is understandable given she was a hormonal seventeen year old by then.
In summary, Lauren was enamored with Dinah. She couldn't not be - Dinah was beautiful (which Lauren told her every time Dinah hid her smile behind her hands), and she was hot (which Lauren told her every time she pressed her mouth to the curve of her neck), and she was Lauren's first in a lot of things.
She was also rough.
That was just who she was. Dinah had a little bit of tough love kind of thing going on - it wasn't uncommon for her to be the one that started the pushing and shoving when the girls were bundled around each other celebrating a victory or just taking a selfie.
And Lauren didn't mind it, not really (despite the wedgie Dinah tried and almost succeeded in giving her when Lauren's team won their fifth consecutive match sophomore year).
Lauren found out just how much she didn't mind it this one time Lauren had her place to herself for the weekend, so naturally she had Dinah over. Something led to another, and it ended up in Dinah pushing her against the wall. Hard.
It was obvious Dinah hadn't intended to do it as hard as she did, because as soon as Lauren's back slammed against the wall, her sly smirk fell and her eyes widened before she hurried over with a half hearted chuckle, apologizing as she leant into Lauren.
Lauren was too busy catching her breath to tell her it was fine, and then too busy dropping her mouth open under Dinah's to care.
***
Dinah didn't know, not really, but Lauren *really* came to like when she was rough with her.
Whenever Dinah would pull on her hair, or clutch at her and dig her fingertips into her, Lauren would feel herself flushing from head to toe.
Lauren suspects sometimes that Dinah knew more than she let on, because the looks she'd give Lauren sometimes when Lauren would melt under her touch could not be as clueless as she pretended them to be afterwards.
But still.
They were young. Dinah wasn't as comfortable as one would assume talking about sex in any way she deemed too racy, and Lauren didn't want to push. She also didn't know how to ask for what she wanted, not quite.
Dinah actually liked things soft and sweet, she liked to feel cherished and cared for, and Lauren liked giving her that. It was enough.
It wasn't enough to make them last Lauren graduating and moving away.
Dinah wanted to try. Lauren did, too, but she just knew it wouldn't work.
She never told Dinah that. Instead she told her, back when they were saying goodbye with Lauren's bags packed and her parents waiting, that one day they would find each other again. She told her that Dinah should enjoy her freedom as much as she could until then - she told her that even if Lauren herself knew that "then" wouldn't come.
She doesn't regret it. She doesn't regret the lie, because it made Dinah's tears slow a little bit back then, made her let out a wet chuckle and got her to let Lauren hug her and kiss her cheek goodbye.
Lauren doesn't regret any of it, because she nowadays she can open Dinah's instagram to see her being happy, and she still gets to keep her fond memories of them. No bitterness, just that sweet nostalgia one gets when looking back at that first love.
***
Lauren was Normani's first girlfriend.
The term was a formality, really. They used it because it was easier and faster to tell people when they asked about them, but it wasn't about that.
Lauren was Normani's college experience.
She knew it, and Normani knew it (though she liked to pretend otherwise).
Lauren didn't mind it. She knew Normani was so far left on the Kinsey scale she might as well be called straight.
She teased her about it, sometimes; told her she sure enjoyed Lauren eating her out a hell of a lot for a straight girl. Normani's usual response would be to groan for her to shut up and twist her fingers harder into Lauren's hair to press her back in against herself.
And that's the thing.
Normani was straight, but she was also unfairly gorgeous and a tremendous kisser. She also really liked telling Lauren to get on her knees and eat her out.
Lauren never would've guessed any of those things when she first met her.
They met at a... she wouldn't dare call it a party. Firstly because those had tired out quickly in Lauren's freshman year of college, and secondly because it was just a bunch of drunk college students playing a ratty old Nintendo Wii in a friend's dorm.
Some of the people there, Normani included, had come from an actual party. Lauren wouldn't have known unless she hadn't end up stuck waiting for her turn to play Wii Tennis by sitting between Normani's cleavage, Normani's phone thrust in front of her face to take way too many selfies, and some guy who whooped every time someone scored on the game.
Granted what Lauren most took notice of was Normani's cleavage - that, and and the way Normani would laugh when she caught Lauren staring.
It was that laugh that would keep Lauren coming back more than anything. More than the fact Lauren didn't have anyone else in sight for a relationship (though she sure would like to). It was that laugh that sometimes, after months on end, made Lauren's stomach flutter funnily; ultimately it was that laugh that made Lauren break their whole thing off.
She was smart enough not to let herself fall for a girl that comfortable with sitting at the 0 side of the Kinsey scale.
***
Here's the thing, though: Normani knew what she wanted, so she went and got it.
Usually when she was with Lauren what she wanted was an orgasm.
And boy, did she go and get it.
The first time they hooked up was in Normani's dorm room, when Lauren's head was feeling stuffy and light from the weed, with Normani's roommate passed out like a light in the other bed.
Normani had grabbed Lauren's hand and pushed it between her own legs, whispering heatedly in Lauren's ear that she could see the way Lauren stared at her. (Lauren did. Especially when she was high, because it made her fascinated with the arch of Normani's brow and how Normani seemed sculpted by the gods themselves - more than usual, that is.)
Lauren only found out Normani was a dancer then because when Normani was holding on to her shoulders and rolling her hips down onto Lauren's fingers, Lauren may or may not have exclaimed a "woah" and went on to mumble about the way she moved. Normani laughed, told her she was a dancer, then grabbed Lauren by the neck and told her to kiss her neck.
Sure, some would call Normani a pillow princess, but it's not like Lauren didn't get anything out of it.
She got Normani scratching her shoulders and whispering dirty encouragements by her ear when they fucked in the bathroom of Normani's dance studio. She got to have Normani's skin under her lips, Normani's hand in her hair, and Normani's voice above her telling her exactly how she wanted it.
Lauren would get so wet from it all that all it would take for her to come most of the time was a mere brush against her.
Oh, she also got a lot of bruised knees from that whole experience.
***
Ally and Camila came into Lauren's life as a package.
Lauren was in her last year of college, trying to balance getting her thesis done along with her part time job that she had been accepting increasigly long shifts for, not to mention her parents starting to drive her crazy by constantly asking how she was doing.
She really needed out from the college dorms back then, or else she would have gone insane. Living in the dorms meant she couldn't focus or rest properly anymore, so she got to a point where she just needed out, needed to find somewhere she could at least hear her own thoughts late at night.
The ensuing apartment hunt didn't go very well, and Lauren had been about to seriously consider trying to rent something by herself somehow when she came upon the two of them.
They looked normal enough. The apartment was in good shape, if a slightly tight fit for three people, and it was close to campus, which was a good bonus. Most importantly, however, was that Lauren didn't think either of them were going to murder her in her sleep (or miss out on rent).
Ally was out of college and employed, and she was nice enough to sort of skeeve Lauren out at first. Like, she was really nice. She smiled a lot. But the cookies she offered Lauren while showing her the apartment were really good, and she answered all of Lauren's questions simply and honestly enough (if still with that damn smile on her face).
Camila was going to college, same as Lauren, though she was double majoring and worked part time. Lauren didn't get much more concrete knowledge about her at first, because she seemed to be both shy and have an odd knack to overshare about mundane things to make up for it. She babbled a lot about how they organized and divided the fridge contents back in that first day.
They were nice, though. Even if Ally had clapped her hands and exclaimed in joy when Lauren said she was feeling really good about the place and that she would give them a definite reply in the next couple of day tops (which, who actually claps their hands like that?), and even if Camila failed to crack a joke about Lauren leaving them hanging.
So she moved in.
****
She didn’t realize how the two of them seemed to hate each other until well after she moved in.
Nothing specific happened to make Lauren think that, but suddenly the roll of Ally's eyes when Camila cracked a terrible joke didn't seem as harmless anymore, and the downturn of Camila's lips when Ally spent hours hogging the kitchen was tinged with what seemed like actual annoyance.
Lauren brushed it off for a while. They still had nights where the three of them happened to all be home, and they actually clicked fairly well - sometimes they'd order takeout and laze around together trying to decide on something to watch from their Netflix queue, and sometimes they would actually go out for a couple of drinks at the bar a couple of blocks away.
She'd long since gotten used to the fact Ally really was as sweet as she'd seemed at first, and that Camila really could be as awkward as she'd seemed as well, and it all came together to make Lauren come to cherish actually spending time with them. She wouldn't ruin it by sticking her nose where it didn't belong.
Until the day she came home to actual arguing, that is.
She knew the two of them had gone out for drinks that night because she'd had to text them she wouldn't be able to make it, stuck at work trying to meet a deadline she was dangerously close to breaking due to focusing on studying for her finals instead.
She didn't know that they were already back by the time she got home until she closed the door behind herself and heard the sound of something crashing to the floor from one of the rooms, followed by a shout of Camila's name.
Lauren remembers the fright she got when she heard the smashing, because it was instantly followed by her being completely, absolutely pissed. She was exhausted. Her day had sucked. All she wanted was to rest, maybe have a glass of wine or two before going to bed, check with Camila how her exam had went and ask Ally if she'd baked something, but no. She would have to deal with the fact that her roommates probably hated each other enough to start breaking shit.
She was pissed enough that she started marching towards the rooms, intent on absolutely sticking her nose where it didn't belong for the express purpose of making it clear that she just wanted some good rest tonight, and tell them they'd better quiet down.
She was pissed enough not to notice the sounds coming from the room she was barging into were definitely *not* about arguing.
So yeah. Apparently they didn't hate each other as much as Lauren had thought, which was a relief.
What wasn't a relief was the fact that Lauren would have to spend the rest of her life dealing with having seen Camila, butt ass naked between Ally's legs, biting into her neck just as Lauren pushed the door open and tripped over their shoes.
***
Camila was the one to break her heart.
It took some time to get there - she first made sure to make Lauren fall, make Lauren soar, make Lauren happy. Then, and only then, when Lauren's heart was entirely in her hands, did she throw it away.
Before that, though, for those two years where they were official, things were amazing. Camila was the one to make the first move, Camila was the one to back off when Lauren said it was weird doing that while Ally and Camila still had their thing going on. Camila was the one to assure Lauren there was nothing going on anymore, and Camila was the one to wait until Lauren had actually cleared it with Ally.
Lauren did it over drinks, staring down at her cup instead of at Ally, feeling like shit as she asked Ally what was up with her and Camila. She felt absolutely terrible, because she could remember how Camila had pressed in close to her on the couch, she remembered the way Camila looked down at her lips as she leaned in, and all she wanted was confirmation that she wasn't the worst person in the world for wanting her best friend's... something.
Ally never did answer what was up with her and Camila. She just asked Lauren if Lauren had waited for Ally's go ahead before making a move.
When Lauren nodded, tensing up and getting ready to have to explain herself, Ally laughed. She laughed, told Lauren that she had nothing to worry about, and that she should put Camila out of her misery already.
Lauren listened to her, because Ally had a tendency to be right about most things.
***
Camila liked breaking Lauren down and building her back up in bed. She liked it a little rough, and Lauren didn't mind it as long as she was sure no one was within earshot to hear Lauren's loud moans when she had Camila pressed to her back, teeth sinking into the curve where Lauren's shoulder meets her neck and fingers thrusting roughly into her.
Camila came to know all of Lauren's weak spots.
From the way she could clutch to the hair at the nape of Lauren's neck and twist her head back to make her gasp when she had Lauren riding her fingers, to the way she could make Lauren melt when she had a mug of tea and a kiss ready for her when she got home from work.
She got Lauren to try things out, helped her discover even more of herself. Camila's had Lauren in nearly every way imaginable, from sleepy with her face pressed to the cold bathroom tiles in the shower during the morning, to panting in all fours on the bed with Camila's hand bearing down on her ass.
She got Lauren used to a little pain every now and again, which was ironic, because that's all their relationship ended up coming down to. Pain.
The worst thing was how long it took Lauren to see it - rather, how long it took to let herself see it. When Camila started pulling away, when her eyes got a little distant sometimes and when she suddenly didn't any feelings about them hunting for a new place since Ally had moved out - all of that made Lauren hesitate, sure, but never made her doubt them.
It made her confide in Ally, ask her what she thought was going on. It made her ask questions like "am I being too insistent?" and "I guess I could lay off a bit right?" and "what can I do?".
In retrospective, even when things got worse, when it started hurting every time Camila would dodge her looks or only half heartedly return her kisses, when Lauren started crying if she'd had too much to drink when she and Ally were talking, Ally never once promised Lauren that she and Camila would be end up making it through.
There was none of the cliché "you're perfect together". What Ally would tell her was "you need to talk to Camila", and "you guys have so much love between you", and "you're going to be okay, Lauren".
It was probably because Ally knew what Lauren refused to see and what Camila refused to say.
***
The worst thing was that Lauren didn't believe it. She didn't truly see it coming.
She was worried, and she was sad, and she was starting to get desperate. She wanted more than some rough sex every now and again with her face pressed into the pillow - she wanted a kiss, she wanted a conversation, she wanted more than a mumbled "I love you too".
She's not sure what it was that made her snap and end up confronting Camila. She remembers asking her to just tell Lauren what was going on, and she remembers the way Camila swallowed, said they needed to talk.
She remembers Camila's silence, she remembers thinking this was when Camila said she needed more time before they moved into a new place or something, and she remembers telling her to just say it. She remembers getting worked up when Camila stuttered, averted her gaze, and she remembers how her heart shattered when she heard the words "I'm not in love with you anymore".
And she remembers getting angry.
Because Camila just put an ending to them. She didn't try, she didn't fight. She gave up, and in her cowardice or fear of telling Lauren, just gave her more time for it to hurt more.
***
Ally was the one to help her piece her heart back together.
Turns out when you break up with someone you've been for years, it feels like what a divorce must be like. Lauren and Camila had to separate, and with meant splitting everything they had together.
That included their friends, apparently.
She'd assumed Ally would pick Camila in the "divorce", to be honest. The two of them had known each other for a long time, before Lauren came into either of their lives, and that was a given for Lauren - the oldest best friend got to be the chosen best friend.
She was wrong. Ally came over that night, after Lauren had screamed and screamed and finally told Camila to get out, when Lauren finally came to the gut wrenching realization that that was it, and she never left her side after that.
(Lauren didn't know that Camila was the one to text Ally to go be there for Lauren that night until much later on.)
She moves in with Ally eventually. Even though Camila had moved out, Lauren couldn't stand the sight of their old place anymore, and she was struggling to pay it by herself after refusing Camila's offer to help with the rent until she got things sorted out. Plus Ally needed help with the rent ever since she switched jobs, which Lauren still thinks was just an excuse for Lauren to not feel guilty to encroach on her space.
The first few months were rough.
Ally was the one to hear Lauren rant, let Lauren cry, hold her when she needed to be held or leave her alone when she needed to be left. She was the one to buy Lauren's favorite comfort food when she was coming home and she knew it was a rough day, and she was the one to say when enough was enough and force Lauren to stop moping around and scrolling through pictures of Camila on her phone.
She was to one to take her out when Lauren proclaimed she needed to get drunk off her ass ("no, not because of Camila, Ally, I just need to go and live"), who stood by her and took her home to make sure she was safe, as well as the one to tell Lauren she wasn't going to babysit her and that Lauren would have to deal with her own decisions if she wanted to go down this path.
That last one was rough to hear, because it was in the aftermath of Lauren's latest night stand stumbling hungover out of the apartment while Lauren puked her guts out in the bathroom. Ally hadn't gone to hold her hair back like she usually would, instead she waited in the living room and offered Lauren a bottle of water and some Advil with a clipped expression when she finally stumbled out of the bathroom.
The message was clear: get your shit together.
Lauren tried.
She actually tried, and once she started, Ally helped her along.
***
It wasn't anything out of a romance novel, and it wasn't a rebound.
The rebounds were the one night stands, the attempted and failed short relationship with the guy Lauren had met in the music session of an oldies store.
The romance novel was Camila, tragic ending and all.
No, it wasn't any of that. With Ally, it was Lauren coming home from a friend's place at two in the morning to the sound of thumping and moaning, it was the shock followed by the absolutely irrational anger.
It was stomping around the kitchen loudly, knowing she was being unfair every time she slammed a cupboard closed, until the sounds stopped. Until the silence was replaced by the sight of the tall, wrinkly dressed guy passing by her on his way out, followed soon enough by Ally walking in.
It was looking at Ally and seeing her standing there, cheeks flushed and hair wild, wearing an obviously hastily thrown camisole that had one strap falling off her shoulder, the camisole sheer enough and short enough for Lauren to see her breasts through it and how she shivered in the cold air.
It was getting flustered at the marks on Ally's neck and not knowing why, it was lashing out on her and having it escalate into an argument. It was getting screamed at for being selfish, and finally realizing that she was.
She was selfish, she realized. For making Ally put up with her one night stands, for assuming she was fine with it, for not thinking how it was for Ally to lose her best friend, for having spent the last lord know how much time making things about herself when Ally had gone through her own shit, too.
She was selfish because of all that, yeah, but most of all she was selfish because she wanted Ally for herself.
***
Lauren had to apologize, of course.
She apologized, Ally told her she accepted her apology, and Lauren kept her mouth shut about her own irrational jealousy.
Ally's guy from that night turned into Ally's guy for a few more nights. He was awkward around Lauren, and she always made sure to be using the knife in the kitchen when he walked off, just because it made her feel badass when she shrink his broad shoulders to leave.
Of course she didn't feel that badass when her stomach churned every time Ally said goodbye to go out with him, and she never admitted to the near nausea she got when Ally came home obviously freshly fucked.
It didn't matter anyway, because he was over and gone after some argument he and Ally had about Lauren. She didn't hear most of it, and Ally didn't seem keen on talking about, but Lauren head just the tail end of the argument as she walked up the stairs home in lieu of the elevator.
All she heard was something about Ally "always choosing her", followed by Ally's incisive "every time" and the slam of the door. Soon enough there was the ding of the elevator, and Lauren let herself step fully onto the hallway and into the apartment to find Ally incisively beating egg whites with a pinched expression.
She didn't mention it, but she did tell Ally she was sorry, later, when they were sitting in the couch sharing the cookies Ally had baked.
Ally smiled - almost the same smile from all that time ago when she'd greeted Lauren into her apartment to look around. The same smile, only now so much more. More everything - more familiar, more comforting. Fonder.
Ally told her she had nothing to be sorry about, and Lauren decided to make a move before she lost her chance.
***
Her move was when they went out a couple of weekends later with some other friends.
Neither of them was driving nor had anything to do the next day, so they didn't hold back. Well, Lauren held back a little, watching Ally scope out the place, reaching out to grab her wrist when Ally starting getting up with the expression that meant she was about to go up to someone.
Lauren pulled her to herself, leaned down to whisper in her ear, and asked her to dance with her instead.
And Ally did. She pressed into Lauren and stared at her with dark eyes, glanced down between them when Lauren snaked her hand around to the low of her back, reached up with a hand to run it through Lauren's hair.
She spent the night glued to her, making Lauren go crazy with how much she wanted to kiss her, but not in front of their friends.
If Lauren was to admit it, she wanted it to be more romantic. She wanted to give Ally something sweet, something to woo her off her feet.
She admitted to it when they stumbled into their apartment with held hands, when Ally spun them around and pressed Lauren to the door. She admitted it against Ally's lips, heart nearly beating out of her chest at Ally's hot breath against her mouth as she told her that she was giving Ally exactly what she wanted.
***
If she gave Ally exactly what she wanted in giving her herself, Ally did the same back.
It was wild.
That first night wasn't sweet or romantic. It was hungry kisses and hands clawing at each other, it was Lauren falling to her knees as she pressed Ally to the door and begged her to let her eat her out, moaning when Ally pulled her in and let her do just that.
It was stumbling along the apartment afterwards, it was Ally pressing her to the back of the couch to finger her, it was wrapping Ally's legs around her waist to carry her into the bedroom - any of them - and having to pause in the hallway to flip the light switch on because neither of them could orient themselves in the dark.
It was begging for harder, wantonly, the way she wouldn't have done if it wasn't for the alcohol and the want she'd been holding back for what felt like too long. It was not getting to ask Ally her how she liked it because she was already getting pushed and pulled just where she was needed.
The first night was that.
The first morning was waking up bleary eyed to soft caresses down her arm and a soft smile thrown her way and pressed to her cheek. It was turning her head into that kiss, pressing in close and thriving in how soft she wanted it to be as they fell back into each other, how sweet it ended up being.
The first morning was about realizing she felt whole for once - she, by herself, was whole. Nothing was missing. Ally helped her see it, helped her get there, too, and made her feel like she was bursting at the seams in the best way possible.
The following mornings were about thanking Ally for it all and making everything good between them last as long as possible.
***
Sometimes she remembers being kind of self conscious about wanting it rough. She remembers not telling Dinah about it, she remembers questioning herself whether or not she was letting herself be used with Normani, and she remembers resenting having shown it to Camila.
And then she half laughs, half moans into her pillow as Ally slams into her with their strap on.
😭 you ain't shit for that fic! what the actual fuck!? how are you gonna kill them! 😩 that was so cruel, I was actually enjoying the story sooo much, hoping they'd get to Camp Haven and then everything was ruined in seconds. I'm so mad
GKSALJGHSAGKASHGSAHJKGSAGHAKK THIS IS STILL THE BEST MESSAGE I’VE EVER RECEIVED KGSAJGSAGHSA
don’t apologize anon I agree 100% i yelled at her for it too tbh lol. look at it this way: i spent like three days slowly and painstakingly reading over the thing and editing only to get to that ending (THREE WHOLE DAYS LATER) so my reaction was. well. i’m pretty sure that document’s last words are still my “I HATE YOU” @ her tbh
i also now constantly tell Emilia “you aint shit for that fic” so thank you for that
(ps if yall havent read em’s camren 5th wave au, which is what anon is referring to here, you probs should)
i feel i'm late to the bottom lauren movement but just. well. imagine ally topping lauren. (personally i think i see ally as a power bottom but lauren is def the more, uh, bottom-y of the 2?? haha) like we have lil bottom lauren sometimes just kind of blindsided by how her tiny sweet gf who's a huge romantic can also actually be this insatiable little creature libido-wise. i'd imagine lauren can get a bit of a dominant streak on occasion n try to switch things up though (with variable results)
you’re not late at all, my friend! all aboard the lauren is a bottom train bc that’s the only sensible train there is tbh… though I am late replying to this because I was on a lil break from tumblr (as you may have noticed lol)
FIRST OFF YES GOOD HEADCANON tbh I struggle with my headcanons for ally sometimes bc there’s too many so I settle for saying she’s a switch
Let’s imagine this: established alren. They’ve been dating for a couple of months maybe, and it’s one of the first times Lauren brings Ally over to her place and cooks for her so they can have a night in.
(follow the cut for a drabble. nc-17 warning here i guess)
And by this point, Lauren doesn’t care that much about having some romantic set-up on the dining table, and neither does Ally (though the first time Lauren did that Ally can’t deny she positively swooned).
They both settle on the couch with their legs tucked under themselves instead, a glass of wine in each of their hands, and Cake Boss playing on the TV while they eat.
It’s homey, and it’s comfortable, and they talk easily as they eat, Lauren reaching over to wipe the corner of Ally’s mouth when some sauce dribbles down, and Ally smiling when Lauren leans in to press a fond smile to the corner of her mouth before pulling back to finish eating her food.
When they’re done the cutlery is left on the coffee table at Lauren’s insistence that they can take care of it later, pulling Ally by the hand to sit back down instead of taking everything to the kitchen.
Lauren takes a sip of her wine and looks over at Ally over the rim of her wine glass. Their eyes meet, and Ally bites her lip as she slides closer just the tiniest amount.
Lauren takes in Ally’s short comfortable looking dress, takes in the way Ally’s gaze drops to her mouth when she puts now empty glass away and licks her lips, and it doesn’t take more than that for her to sidle closer to Ally on the couch and press their mouths together.
And nothing feels quite like the way she can sink into Ally and have Ally melt back into her, Ally’s hands framing her face and mouth parting under hers.
It’s easy to cradle Ally closer, slide her hands to press around Ally's waist and down the curve of her back, kissing her languidly and parting from her mouth to run kisses along her jaw, mumbling against her skin how good she smells.
And it’s going well, perfectly even, Ally’s hands burying in Lauren’s hair and her breaths starting to go ragged, until the moment Ally gasps loudly and pushes Lauren away.
“Wait,” Ally exclaims, looking back at a bewildered Lauren with wide eyes. “We can’t forget dessert.”
Before Lauren gets the chance to make the obvious joke that that’s what she thought they were about to do, Ally’s already standing up from the couch, and Lauren drops herself back with a groan. “No offense, babe, but can’t it wait…”
Ally simply shushes her and heads into the kitchen to grab the trifle she’d spent hours making to bring over. She makes sure to grab a bowl and a spoon for each of them, already used to where things are in Lauren’s kitchen, before heading back into the living room and poking Lauren’s thigh with one of the spoons to get her to sit up.
“Here,” Ally says, taking a spoonful and offering it to her. Lauren shoots her a look before opening her mouth obediently .
Ally pulls back and watches Lauren closely, waiting for her reaction. She bites her lip and waits, a smile already tugging at the corner of her mouth when she sees the way Lauren’s eyes widen as she starts chewing slowly, glancing at the bowl and back at Ally.
“Oh my God,” Lauren mumbles once she swallows. “Ally, this is so good,” she says, leaning over and grabbing the bowl Ally had served her. She takes another spoonful, and her eyes instantly close as she moans loudly. “So good,” she mumbles under her breath with her mouth full, and by this point Ally is already grinning fully and giggling at the sheer pleasure in Lauren’s expression.
There’s nothing quite like getting that reaction from Lauren, honestly. Of course, just knowing Lauren liked something Ally had put time and effort into making is already enough to make her feel giddy, but then hearing that husky moan she lets out as she finishes another spoonful has Ally swallowing thickly.
Lauren only pauses from eating long enough to take a picture of the dessert before throwing her phone back onto the coffee table and working through the rest of her dessert while Ally has long finished her own and is now watching her, cheek resting on the hand of the arm she’s propped up on the back of the couch.
“That was so good,” Lauren says once she’s finally finished and dropped her empty bowl and spoon onto the quickly filling coffee table. Her head’s resting against the couch as she closes her eyes and sighs, reaching over to press her hand to Ally’s thigh.
She squeezes Ally’s leg lightly, and when she feels Ally sliding closer, she opens her eyes to look over at her lazily.
Her breath instantly catches at the look Ally’s giving her - dark and heated, intent as Ally presses in and raises her hands to cup Lauren’s jaw and pull her into a hungry kiss.
Ally wastes no time before sliding over to straddle Lauren’s lap, biting on her top lip as she scratches her hands down Lauren’s side to slide under her top.
“Ally…” Lauren gasps against Ally’s mouth, groaning when Ally tugs at her bra enough to spreads her hands over her breasts from under it.
“You’re so sexy,” Ally hushes heatedly, scratching lightly at Lauren’s breasts before pulling her hands back and starting to pull Lauren’s top over her top.
“Jesus,” Lauren breathes out, pushing her hair back with a hand once her top is up and off her head, looking down to watch as Ally already starts working on Lauren’s jeans.
Ally unzips her jeans hurriedly, and Lauren raises her hips off the couch to let her push them down. Ally’s urgency excites Lauren - the way sometimes Ally is pure want, with hurried touches and ragged breaths pressed into Lauren’s skin, touches that scratch at Lauren’s skin and have her itching for more.
It still takes her by surprise sometimes, the way Ally looks down at her and groans as she presses biting kisses to the curve of Lauren’s neck like she’s doing right now, not to mention how Ally reaches down to pull Lauren’s hands away when she starts sliding them up the inside of her thighs.
“Take off your bra,” Ally mumbles by Lauren’s ear, and it’s all Lauren can do not to die as she does so while Ally reaches down and pulls her own dress off in one swift motion, letting it pool behind herself on the floor next to Lauren’s clothes.
Ally was about to press herself back in against Lauren, her hands already palming Lauren’s breasts as she leans in to nip at the curve of Lauren’s jaw, when she changes her mind.
Lauren’s thighs are already spreading further apart of the couch, her brow furrowing in that way that means Lauren’s already excited and dying to be touched, and Ally slides down off the couch instead, meeting Lauren’s gaze as she looks down in surprise.
“Shit, Ally,” Lauren mumbles, her gut twisting anxiously as Ally runs her hands up the inside of her thighs and gets her to spread her legs further apart. Her hips jump and she curses loudly when Ally breaks their gaze in order to lean in and press her open mouth to Lauren over her underwear.
Ally pulls Lauren’s underwear down her legs easily enough before sliding her hands under Lauren’s ass and urging her forward on the couch. Lauren follows her cue easily, scooting closer to the edge of the couch and dropping herself back with a whimper when Ally parts her gently with her fingertips as she leans in close to run her tongue over her fully.
She doesn’t go slow. She wants to hear Lauren, wants to see her face contort when the pleasure gets to be too much and has her going breathless.
Lauren is wet and silky under Ally’s tongue, her walls clenching around her fingers when she slides them into her as she wraps her lips tighter around Lauren’s clit and flutters her tongue over it the way she knows makes Lauren- yes, there it is, that keen of Lauren’s voice as she curses loudly and her thighs spread further apart.
“Ally,” Lauren moans, hands twisting in Ally’s hair, pressing her in tighter against her, shivering from head to toe when Ally hums against her. “Oh my God,” she breathes, voice breaking halfway through as she forces herself to look down and meet Ally’s dark gaze as she looks up at her.
At the next crook of Ally’s fingers into her, Lauren gives up on trying to hold eye contact, head dropping back against the couch as the pleasure twisting in her gut starts spreading to her chest and squeezing the breath out of her.
When Lauren comes, it’s with an abrupt arch of her back and a strangled moan of Ally’s name, features tightened in pleasure as her fingers tighten in Ally’s hair, and Ally pulls her mouth back to breathe heavily against her instead, her fingers still buried inside her as her walls clench repeatedly around them.
When Lauren swallows thickly and raises her head from the back of the couch lazily, Ally pulls her fingers from inside her and slips them into her own mouth quickly before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and getting up on shaky feet to drop herself down onto Lauren’s lap.
Lauren’s sated and thoroughly flushed expression makes Ally smirk, as does the way she can feel the catch of Lauren’s breath when Ally presses her mouth to hers and licks into her mouth.
Lauren is still recovering from her orgasm as she kisses Ally back languidly, the taste of herself on her tongue making her gut twist, when Ally reaches down between them to grab her wrist.
She hardly gets the time to react before Ally is guiding her hand between Ally’s legs, her soaked underwear pushed aside hastily as Ally arranges Lauren’s fingers quickly to slide them inside herself.
“Holy fuck, Ally,” Lauren gasps, watching in awe as Ally’s head drops back slightly as she sinks down onto Lauren’s fingers with a moan.
Lauren adds a third finger as Ally is raising her hips, and when Ally sinks back down onto them, she lets out this low grunt that has Lauren swallowing thickly.
Ally lets go of Lauren’s hand to grip at her wrist instead, keeping Lauren’s hand still as she starts moving faster, her other hand coming up to sink in Lauren’s hair as she leans down to press her mouth to the curve of Lauren’s shoulder.
Ally’s whimpers are muffled as Lauren moves her free hand to grip Ally’s ass and help guide her movements, but she other than that she lets Ally lead, whispering encouragements by her ear as Ally’s movements grow sloppier, hips snapping down with every whimper she makes.
Ally’s hold on Lauren’s wrist between them grows tight enough to be painful as she pulls her mouth away from Lauren’s shoulder to press her face into her neck instead, breath hot against her skin as she groans how close she is.
“I’m-” Ally’s voice breaks and her hips stop abruptly the next time she slaps them down, so Lauren takes the chance to twist her hand enough to rub her thumb over Ally’s clit intently.
She gets a breathless gasp of her name in return, Ally’s nails digging into her wrist the moment before Ally comes with a low whine and a jerk against her.
Lauren lets go of where her fingers were digging into Ally’s butt cheek to run up her back softly instead, and she presses a fond kiss to Ally’s shoulder as Ally melts into her completely with a soft sigh. When Ally’s fingers around her wrist go slack, she also slides from inside her, not missing the way Ally shivers as she does so but choosing to wrap her arms around her instead of following up on the heat she still feels low in her gut.
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Later, when they’re in bed and recently woken from a nap courtesy of Lauren’s light sleep and soft touches down Ally’s body, Lauren hovers over Ally and holds her wrists to the bed with an impish grin.
“What if we did it like this,” she says, raising her eyebrows as she stares down at her with a glint to her eyes.
When Ally says “alright baby, show me what you’ve got,” however, Lauren swallows thickly, blinking down at her as if suddenly overcome with all the possibilities suddenly open to her.
Ally laughs loudly, then, and Lauren huffs when Ally tugs her wrists from Lauren’s grip and pulls her down into a kiss, rolling on top of her easily soon after.
She’s far from complaining when Ally mimics her and presses Lauren’s wrists to bed and presses a thigh between Lauren’s, though.
Ally promises her with a whisper by her ear that they can try it later, anyway, before saying she wants to see how Lauren likes it first and raking her teeth over her earlobe.
just imagine vigilante camila who's basically batgirl and like she's beating some assholes trying to rob a jewelry store and then she gets crashed into by some doofus on a bike who couldnt see in the dark and that doofus turns out to be lauren who's rushing to get to her dorm before her roommate kills her for waking her up in the middle of the night bc she forgot her key and they just fall to the ground and camila is pissed bc the baddies got away but there's a really cute girl on top of her now
@heroau is this you because. it's like. exactly your type of thing.
also anon i love it. can lauren turn out to be. something. in the end.
I'm torn between asking her to be a Villain or a Superhero, but.
imagine lauren being the one who silently has to tend to camila's wounds from her escapades, all starting from that first night and gradually increasing as they get closer. she's the one who kisses camila's bruises and who yells at her to remind her she's nothing but human and she can't afford to get too cocky and end up killing herself
it's lauren she calls when she escapes a crime scene after tying up the bad guys and leave them for police, but she's actually seriously hurt, her ankle is swollen and she has to drag her weight as she gets away. it's to lauren she has to admit it wasn't even the bandits who got her, she had just fallen wrong from her perch when she about to surprise them and that's the only reason they even got a chance to fight back
it's lauren who sometimes randomly disappears for a while, but who's always there when camila needs her to be. she's the one who sends camila clips of the newspapers about the things camila's done and adds some comment like "wow i wonder who did that huh", and it's lauren who's in camila's mind when she has to make the decision between throwing herself into a too risky situation or falling back and waiting for the police to back her up
it's lauren she finds stood over three unconscious men as the alarm blares above them, and it's lauren who camila suddenly realizes she doesn't know at all, and maybe never has
Okay I mean don't get me wrong Camila topping Lauren is great, but imagine DINAH topping Lauren. The intensity level would be different, and Dinah could pin Lo down much more easily. And sweet little bottom Lauren is just so overwhelmed by what a goddess Dinah is that she can hardly handle it.
how does one locate an anon and force them to talk more, because ANON......... yes.
okay but imagine Lauren being Dinah's first girlfriend - dinah's only ever had boyfriends until then, and her experience with sex has mostly been missionary and vanilla af stuff because her boyfriends didn't really make her want to abide to their other kinds of requests
let’s elaborate behind a cut, yeah? R rated warning and whatnot here
and that kind of transfers over into their relationship, too, which dinah doesn't mind. she likes sex with lauren, she likes when it's slow and soft, she likes the expression on lauren's face when she's on top of her and lauren closes her eyes and tips her head back in pleasure, and she likes when lauren touches her damn near reverently
now imagine them being dumb as per usual - being alone in the apartment lauren shares with a roomate, and starting to jokingly mess around.
it starts with dinah going to start a snapchat and lauren trying to take the phone from her, telling her she's doing something or another wrong, and dinah insists she's NOT, lauren, pushing her away but then having to grab her because lauren has her phone in her hands and she's not about to let lauren have it
push comes to shove, and they end up falling in a heap onto the bed, with dinah grabbing both of lauren's wrists tightly with one hand and taking the phone out of her hands with a triumphant exclamation
and when dinah looks down, lauren's staring down at dinah's cleavage with flushed cheeks and turning her hands in dinah's grip but not trying to break her hold
when dinah kind of teases her about it, though, lauren does - she scoffs, averts her gaze, and tries to escape. dinah holds her down easily enough, which causes lauren to let out a very distinct kind of breath, flashing her gaze up at dinah, and it's an "oh" sort of moment for dinah
so she throws her phone aside on the bed and switches her hold so she can clasp each of lauren's wrists with one hand as she leans down to kiss her, hard, taking in the way lauren melts into it and how her breath goes ragged in like two seconds flat when she tries to raise her hands again and dinah holds them down and bites at her mouth
and after that it's one discovery after another - it doesn't happen all in that one day, of course.
it's gradual, and sometimes it's the tiny sort of discoveries - like the way lauren arches her back and cranes her neck when dinah is holding her down and grinding down into her tortuously slow, or how flushed lauren gets when she realizes that they're going to experiment with that sort of thing that night
but sometimes there's bigger sort of discoveries, like how hard lauren has to bite down onto the pillow to try to keep quiet when dinah is taking her from behind and pressing her down hard into the bed, and the day lauren blacks out from one too many orgasms and dinah almost freaks the fuck out, but lauren comes to after a few moments and starts laughing breathlessly, which is when dinah pushes her hard enough to have her topple off the bed
honestly i apologize for not being able to get read mores to work on my asks and would like to kindly suggest using J to skip these long ass replies if you don’t have them blacklisted :c
Camila being the nerdiest lil puff and all she does is study while Lauren is her jock best friend who's captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team and they both have massive crushes on each other so Lauren always begs Camila to tutor her and Camila always goes and cheers Lauren on during her games and screams "WHACK THESE BITCHES JAUREGUI" and even wears her practice jersey to games and everyone knows they're totally in love and Dinah on multiple accounts has said "GET UR LESBO ASSES TOGETHER"
oh gosh what a good
me @ people who put lauren in hufflepuff: this is a Good and we are now Friends
also camila thinking lauren is making fun of her at first because, like, she’s seen lauren’s grades, wtf is camila supposed to tutor her for? so she’s like *side eyes* sure………
but when it comes to the tutoring sessions lauren sits there and looks at her really earnestly and listens intently as camila talks, and also actually engages with her in conversation (their discussions on the muggle views of magic vs magical view of muggle world get very Elaborate) and camila really loves having lauren as a best friend but she’s struggling with this crush that’s only been getting worse because lauren is beautiful and her mind is beautiful and camila is Gone
also lauren just keeps finding excuses for them to hang out (as if she needed any excuse bc camila will never say no) and keeps trying to go over how to make a move in her mind, and that’s how the tutoring sessions start because she figures that if she and camila are alone she might have a better chance to get herself to go for it, but then camila starts off real unsure about why lauren had asked her, and then gets really into showing her stuff and debating with her and yeah lauren wants to kiss her, but she also wants camila to keep talking
and calling camila to watch her games and promising her when she sets up a nice play (or gets a nice hit on the bludgeon) she’s going to dedicate it to her for getting her grades up (to which camila rolls her eyes and informs her it doesn’t count if lauren had already been getting top grades before their tutoring sessions anyway)
and when lauren leads the team to their first cup win in years camila screams her lungs out and lauren makes a point to wrestle away from the crowd cheering on the field to scoop camila into a huge hug and work Real Hard on trying not to kiss her, but she lands a big smooch on camila’s cheek that kind of almost hits the corner of her mouth and they’re both idiots because they’re blushing as lauren is pulled away by her team to celebrate
(their first kiss is later, when lauren is freshly showered and in comfy clothes and camila still has streaks paint of their house colors on her cheek, and they both sneak away from the party going on in the huffle common room into an abandoned room along the hallway that used to be used as storage by the kitchens because it’s all a little overwhelming now that people from other houses are being invited in.)
(and there’s this moment when they’re sitting on one of the kitchen counters when camila beams at lauren from beside her and tells her she’s really proud of her, and lauren goes quiet with this little smile on her lips, looking down at camila’s hand in hers before asking if she can get a congratulation kiss for her win, looking up to find a blushing camila looking down and nodding a bit furiously until lauren cups her chin gently with her fingers and leans in to kiss her softly)
