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littlemisslipbalm · 2 years

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green is a magical color

Josh Kiszka x Fem!reader

Summary: With a special outfit for her college's biggest party of the year, Y/N has strangers coming up to her all morning. When one particular stranger invites her to a house show later, she feels like her life is about to change.

pls that fucking gif lmao, like I don't picture this era of josh but it's probably more accurate to the time period it kind of seems to be taking place in

ok so I wrote this whole thing ab this story and an update on stuff and now I'm annoyed bc Tumblr fucking deleted it and so I don't have much to say but I hope you enjoy this fun little silly piece I wrote based on my weekend last week and it's supposed to be silly! More long serious stuff is on the way and I'm super excited about all of it.

Word Count: 6.5k | Warnings: smut (not graphic, 18+ still), swearing, drinking, weed, idk college!au kind of idk how to explain it

“Y/N!!” Her friends screamed in unison as she walked out of the bathroom. She had just finished getting ready and did a little twirl for them.

Her St. Fratty’s outfit consisted of a green and white floral patterned swimsuit and green jeans that were unbuttons and rolled down to show off the bottoms of the swimsuit. To finish it off, she had on a green bob wig, fun green eye makeup and glitter all over her skin that wasn’t covered i.e. her face, chest, neck, arms, stomach and entire back.

A white claw was already in her hand as she walked out and smiled at everyone, her eyes sparkling despite how early it was.

On St. Fratty’s, the Saturday before actual St. Patrick’s day, the entire college campus woke up at 5 am or earlier to begin pregaming and simply gaming for the day. Y/N had woken up at 5:20 and began drinking by 5:40 am. It was the earliest she had ever gotten completely ready for an event and began drinking before the sun even started to rise. It was exhilarating – and not to mention only a few hours after she had gotten home from a semi-formal dance for a club she was in on campus. But that's besides the point.

Her and her friends pregamed with the sounds of loud music to trick their bodies into not thinking about just how early and absurd it was to be up right now. They laughed and took pictures, easily sliding into a drunken state.

At 6:45, they felt significantly drunk enough to make their way to one of the many parties they had heard about going on already. The earliest one they had been invited to had started at 6 am and they were only just a little late, but 6:45…that’s still plent early.

They walked past the school funded booths with water and snacks for the unruly students, like her and her friends. The cops were already out and about, but they had just brough yerba mate tea to drink to keep them feeling awake. While her roommate had complained about the early wake up time, Y/Nhadn’t even let herself think about how early it was – she just turned on the lights and the music and got to work – makeup, wig (and braiding underneath) and clothes and alcohol.

The street that the party was on was a sea of people in green so there was no point in even trying to get to the house. The party had moved into the street and the sea of people was happily drunk and smoking cigarettes every so often. The music wasn’t very loud, but the crowds talking to one another made it go unnoticed. They took some pictures and began to recognize people in the crowd. She talked to this guy who was in a band she had seen last weekend who wasn’t all that great and she complimented him. His name was Dylan and he gave her a hug, but she didn’t think he’d even remember her despite the green wig – he seemed out of it. They saw their good friend from first year, Jason, who hugged her and made her no longer feel like an icicle out in the high 40 degree weather in California in a swimsuit. She had committed but she was cold no matter how much she had drank.

The majority of that crowd was a blur. Random people came up to Y/N asking to add her on Snapchat and get a picture with her, complimenting her outfit and telling her how they loved her whole vibe, how they had wanted to meet her. She laughed and thanked them and told them how great they looked too, how she hoped they had a great day. It was confusing and fun, but confusing.

Just as they were getting ready to run back to the apartment, because one of her friend’s had to pee, someone got her attention. His hair was curly and brown and in the morning sun it looked like a golden halo around his head. He had gold glitter streaked over his cheeks and eyelids, but just a plain white shirt and some dark green pants. She raised her brows at him expectantly and licked her lips, confused as the alcohol began to wear off why someone random was talking to her – as if it hadn’t happened all morning.

“I just had to say ‘hi’,” He starts, a smile on his glossy lips, “You look absolutely awesome. Like you’re gorgeous and you just went all out, I love it.”

She laughs sweetly, once again, realizing he was just another drunk stranger obsessed with her wig. “Thank you – what’s your name?”

“Joshua.”

“Thank you, Joshua,” She repeats with his name. “I’m Y/N, I hope you have a great day! But my friends are going home for a little while so I should probably go with them.” She wasn’t sure why she used her full name, but something about Joshua made her want to say her full name rather than her nickname for him

“Oh, yeah,” His face fell and she would’ve missed it if she had been as drunk as she was ten minutes ago, but she caught it. “You should come to this concert on Albert, it’s not till 10, $5 at the door, but just say you know Joshua.”

She looked down at her watch and said that it was only just 8 am. 10 am was hours from now and it made her smile.

“Oh really?” She giggles at his confidence that he could get her into a house show for free in this college town. The house shows were always charging at the door and it bothered her to no end because whenever she visited her friends at other colleges house shows were free – like normal. It was just this particular college town. “What, are you like, the lead singer or something?”

“Or something,” He smiles and then looks over her shoulder, hearing someone else call her name.

The green wig turns over her shoulder, following his gaze. Her friends were at the corner of the street and wanting to turn, but not wanting to leave her behind.

“Alright, well, I’ll try,” She turns back and grins at him, which makes him smile back wider. “Good luck if I don’t see you…”

She’s about to turn away, but then she stops herself because another question comes to mind, “Joshua, do you go here?”

He laughs and looks around at the partying crowd around them, “I sure wish I did, but we’re just passing through.”

She nods in understanding and turns to run towards her friends. Her hands went up to her breasts, barely covered by her swimsuit top as she ran, trying to make sure she didn’t have a slip while she ran. With her friends, they laugh and shriek about who Y/N had been talking to.

“Who was that?!” One of them, Jordan, asked loudly.

“He was short.” Another one, Paige, notes.

Y/N rolls her eyes and shoves at her friend’s shoulder, “Shut up, he was hot, but he was just some guy. He was complimenting my look and told me about some house show at 10.”

“Oh my god,” Kira said. “You’re so in the know, it’s so awesome.”

Y/N laughs softly, “No, no, no. He was just being nice or maybe he just wanted to look at me more. It’s not that serious.”

“It’s cool, though,” Kira insists.

Y/N relents and lets it slide as the group shifts focus to Paige having to pee. Joshua stays on her mind for the rest of the walk/jog back to their apartment. She drinks some more and smokes a bit of weed while they re-up on their pregaming to get back out there. As she drinks and thinks about Joshua, she swears she’s seen him before, but he had said he didn’t go to her college, so it was very confusing.

“Was the last guy who came up to me at all familiar?” She finally questions aloud, when the thought won’t stop nagging at her mind.

“I didn’t see him that up close,” Jen said, “He just seemed short and had curly hair and some questionable facial hair. That could be a lot of men at this school”

“You love mustaches,” Y/N shoots back. “And he said he doesn’t go here, he also seemed older.”

“That’s true, I do love them…I don’t know then, if he doesn’t go here,” Jen laughs, but offers nothing else.

A fresh haze of alcohol and weed settles over Y/N, as they walk back out onto the street. It was still cold as it approached 9 am, but she barely noticed it anymore.

They passed through the hoard of people in the road into a frat house that they barely knew anyone in. It was St. Fratty’s, it would have been remiss not to attend at least one. Thankfully, it was a good one. The DJs were hot and spinning good music that they actually mixed well and she was living her best life. With her head lifted to the sky, sunglasses over her eyes and her hands running over her body, she felt completely alive. This was the moment she’d look back on and say that was a college party. It was a fun moment and she felt all her worries fade away for that early hour in the morning. Screw the interal drama that constantly swam through her mind, her issues with her roommate, issues with herself, issues with her major, issues with life. None of it mattered as she danced drunkenly in the backyard of the frat – which might sound stupid, but it was fun and why couldn’t girls just have fun.

At 9:45, Joshua was still at the back of her mind and she looked to her friends who were all around her and asked if they wanted to try to get into the show.

“I don’t want to go if we have to pay,” Jen said, “I’m sick of paying for house shows.”

She said it and Y/N could understand, she was the original proponent of saying that house shows should be free. Jen was Y/N’s roommate though and she kind of thought she was always jealous of Y/N, so it kind of seemed like she just didn’t want Y/N to meet back up with Joshua.

“Josh said we could get in free if we told them that we knew him,” Y/N insisted.

“He told that to you,” Jen points out, “Do you think they’ll let all five of us in for free?”

“We can try,” Jordan tries to help.

Y/N could tell the other girls wanted to go, but they also were very into keeping the peace. She didn’t want to back down, often bending to Jen’s will all-too-often for no reason. Y/N was a very go with the flow type of person so most of the time there was no reason to go against what Jen wanted because Y/N genuinely didn’t have an opinion, but today she did.

Jen was stubborn and selfish, but Y/N wasn’t going to let that get in the way of possibly seeing this intriguing guy again.

“Yeah, let’s just try,” Paige chimes in, “If all else fails, I’ll pay and go in with you, so you don’t have to go alone.” She says the last part directly to Y/N.

“Thanks, love,” Y/N says, patting Paige on the arm. At least someone was on her side.

They walk a few blocks through the neighborhood that was alive with music, alcohol and drunk students towards Albert Dr., where the concert was allegedly going to be. The guy hadn’t really been specific on which house or what cross street the house show was supposed to be at. By the looks of it, it could be at about five different houses on Albert. She settled on guessing one over the rest since they had set up a table and two men were sitting at it with a lock box and a little venmo code scanner.

She crosses to the house and out of the street. It was five till and she was hoping she could still get her and her friends in for free.

“Hi,” She starts, slightly nervous about what she was about to ask.

“Hey,” One of them responds boisterously, with a Coors light in his hand, clearly looking her and her friends over with his eyes. They scan around and then come back to Y/N, looking at her breasts once more and then back to her face.

“How are you ladies doing this morning?” The other guy asks, his green trucker hat turned around on his head.

“Grand,” She quips, annoyed at the first’s wandering eyes.

“Are y’all here to see the band?”

“Yeah,” She nods and looks around coolly. “We know Joshua.”

“Joshua…” the guy with the wandering eyes repeated, understanding washing over him. “All of you?”

“Yep,” Y/N nods affirmatively before anyone else can mess it up. “He invited us, so can we just?”

“Uh, yeah,” The green trucker hat guy said, believing her lie.

They walk up the pathway to the gated front yard of this cute house and it ends up being bigger than what it looked like initially. The band hasn’t started yet but she still searches for Joshua among the people, hoping to see him since she still assumed he was just the band’s manager or something of that sort, not actually in the band.

She is proven wrong when chatter among the crowd begins to grow frenzied, a tell-tale sign that the band is about to come on stage – or what was the stage, a platform just a half inch above the standing area the entire crowd was in. The drum kit had a name written across it “Greta Van Fleet” and once more she is annoyed with herself at why it seems familiar but she can’t place why.

The chatter grows and she looks at her friends who are all near her within the crowd as they stand at the front but on the left side of the crowd. She’s right by a speaker so she keeps trying to push right, but the people next to her aren’t interested in moving for her.

The drummer, bassist and guitarist begin to file onto the stage in order from a door that was connected to the house this show was at. The door stays open after the guitarist hustles out with his red battered electric guitar – it looked well-worn with a piece of silver duct tape holding a part of it together.

She’s watching the way the guitarist fiddles with his strap and plugs in to his set up, but then a voice interrupts her. A familiar voice.

“Sorry, folks, for the delay. I couldn’t find any green for the festivities.”

Joshua saunters onto the stage, shirtless with some shiny gold pants that were completely different from the masculine green pants he was wearing earlier. These were flared and hung low on his hips and hugged his figure tightly, leaving little to the imagination – not that she was complaining.

He swings his arm in a flourishing gesture towards his pants now that he is center stage, “I hope these can make up for it, if not, feel free to pinch me after the show.” He winks as his voice drops to a far lower register for his last comment.

She feels herself heat up in her cheeks as his eyes cast around the crowd. She hopes he’ll remember her, but she’s forgotten how she is dressed and immediately thinks he won’t notice her at all or really care that she came – maybe he had just been promoting the band that he was the frontman of.

When his eyes scan over her green wig, though, he stops to make sure to make eye contact with her, her presumption doesn’t seem to hold any weight. His eyes light up when she meets them with hers and a grin pulls onto his face.

They open with their first song when the guitarist, Jake – as Joshua (now Josh, upon his introduction to the crowd), begins to play over his brother (another thing she learned from Josh’s opening) and all of his talking. The crowd cheers because immediately the music is enthralling. It’s fast and loud and good – something that wasn’t always true for bands that did house shows in her college town. She begins to dance along to the beat as Josh hits incredible notes that she had never heard done before her.

During a guitar solo and instrumental part, Josh is dancing around the stage and seems to be having the time of his life. Every now and then he looks over at her and smiles a little wider, but when she tries to say something to him he comes over since he knows he’s free from singing for a while.

He leans down to try and hear her, presenting his ear-plugged ear to her. They were loud.

“Do you want my wig? Then no one will have to pinch you after the show,” She offers, pointing at her wig.

He laughs whole-heartedly, but shakes his head. “You keep it, I spent hours on this,” He says pointing to his own head of hair. “But I’d like nothing more than for you to be the one to pinch me after the show.”

She laughs and the smile on her face is rather devious, but only Josh can really see it. “Why don’t you take these at least?” She pulls the silly green swirly glasses that were tucked into her waistband and hands them to him so that he can have some green on that won’t mess up his hair.

He obliges and places them on in a funny way, unbending and then placing them on his face slowly and dramatically, just in time for the instrumentals to end and for him to walk the one foot back to center stage and begin singing again.

He laughs with the audience and his band members in between songs for the next hour or so. He sends her winks and she dances exquisitely to the music, smiling at him and telling him he’s doing great every so often.

Her friends all are whispering in each other’s ears, including hers, trying to talk about what was going on without garnering Josh’s attention. The other people in the crowd were certainly looking at her now, but with curiosity and awe rather than solely the admiration of her outfit for the day.

Their set ends and the crowd disperses a little. Different people go up to the different members of the band, similar to how it was after most house shows, people going up to the members they know, but this was a little different. Y/N didn’t think anyone really knew these guys since they were certainly not from around here, Josh’s accent made that clear.

Josh makes a beeline for her and she is happy to wait for him. He smiles at her lazily and she raises her brows with a soft smile on her lips – the buzz from the alcohol had dimmed severely since their arrival, but the effects of the weed were certainly still in her system.

“You…” She pauses, “Actually are the lead singer, what the fuck?!”

He laughs and shuts his eyes in a smile, “Yeah, but it’s fun that it was a mystery, wasn’t it?”

“Sure,” She laughs along with him. “It certainly wasn’t what I was expecting, but you guys rocked…kind of Zeppelin-esque.”

Josh nods in agreement and thanks. “Yeah, we’ve heard that a good deal. I feel like it’s not exactly accurate.”

She nods, feeling embarrassed. “No, I guess not. You’ve just got killer vocals and guitar and drums…and bass. Shit, you guys have really got it all, why are you just doing college house shows?”

Josh grins even wider, “We’re not. We’ve got an EP out and an album coming out this year.”

“Wow,” She is amazed and once more embarrassed. Josh never makes her feel silly for anything she says, he just guides her to the correct answer. “But still, why a house show on St. Patrick’s Day?”

“Favor for a friend,” A new voice says, Jake, Josh’s twin. He slings his arm over his brother’s naked shoulders. “The money made is for a charity, I think. Plus, free alcohol.”

She nods solemnly.

“Nice wig,” Jake adds after appraising her outfit.

“This is Jake, Jake this is Y/N,” Josh interjects before she can say her thanks.

“Cool,” They say in unison before Jake gets called away by their other brother, Sammy.

They find themselves off in the corner of the yard for the next hour or so. Talking about nothing and everything. People come and go. Her friends and Josh’s brothers check in every now and then, but for the most part they are left to their own devices. Josh gets them some beers, Coors banquet, of course.

“College kids don’t have Guinness for today?” Josh asks after taking a sip.

She rolls her eyes playfully from beside him on the shitty outdoor couch they were perched on the back of.

“Please, you’re lucky it’s not Miller Lite.”

“Hey,” Josh sounds quickly and a little indignantly. “I like Miller Lite.”

“Oh my god, that is disgusting.”

“It’s what I grew up on in the basements of Michigan.”

She raises her brows at him and he cracks a smile and shuts his eyes in a blissed out expression, telling her he was both serious but also messing with her somehow simultaneously.

They continue to banter and converse for what seems like hours. A few people come up to them eventually who neither of them know and gush over the pair of them. About her wig and his curls, how they look famous beside each other, and how great of a singer Josh was. They are gracious and thankful before sending the people off, moreso wanting to just hang out with each other.

At a lull in their conversation, she finds herself stuck on something and she can’t stop herself from asking.

“Where did you find those fucking pants?”

“Goodwill,” He grins triumphantly. “Aren’t they just the best things you’ve ever seen?”

Her eyes scan his pants and can’t help from snagging on his bulge, it was impossible not to look at in the tight shiny pants that left almost nothing to the imagination.

“We are dressed like sluts, no wonder people keep coming up to us,” She laughs.

His head falls forward as he laughs heartily which makes her watch his joy. When he raises his head, it’s much closer to hers.

“I’m glad I met you,” He says her name, as he looks deeply into her eyes.

For a moment, she’s sure he’ll lean in and kiss her, but with a quirk of his brow he’s retreating back and just smiling shyly at her. Her head quirks in slight confusion, but is cut off by someone else interrupting them.

Sammy says, “Hate to break up this lovefest, but we’re loading the Greta Van and while we know your mic stand is easy to carry, Danny could use some help with his kit.”

Josh exaggerates the sigh he breathes before shooting her an apologetic smile, “You wouldn’t want to carry my tambourine by any chance?”

“First groupie, now roadie, and we’ve just met this morning, what’s next?” She smiles and stands up beside him, following him over to their set up that was slowly being taken down.

“You called that being a groupie?”

“Well you got me in for free so I’d say that’s groupie enough, especially these days.”

Josh nods and chuckles to himself.

After the packing of their van finishes, she lets Josh take his tambourine from her hand where she had been rattling it around for the last ten minutes off and on. He placed it in a bag and shut the back doors.

“So,” She starts.

He smiles knowingly and doesn’t let her continue. “We’re staying the night but we’re on our way to LA in the morning.”

She nods and looks off in the distance, trying not to think about how this was just going to be a today thing. She probably would never see this guy again. But he was so pretty and bright. He had seen her and wanted to know her. She had shown up to his show and he had been so happy. He had made her feel wanted in a way no one else had done today, despite how many compliments she had gotten from strangers. Compared to Josh, everyone else felt hollow and insincere. They said they loved her but they couldn’t possibly. Josh had initially started out like that, but then he had talked to her for hours, sharing his life with her and listening to her share hers. It felt good, it felt new and it felt like the start of something, but his last sentence reminded her that it couldn’t be.

They were just passing through. Tomorrow he will be gone. This would be just a memory.

Maybe that’s what pushed her to say her next words with little hesitation.

“Do you want to come over and see my place? We can smoke and we have a couch and a cot that are probably going to be more comfortable than the floor you’d be likely sleeping on in there.” She gestures to the house they had just performed at and Josh nodded. They both knew the people who lived there somehow and knew that the interior was small and cramped – not that her apartment wasn’t cramped, but only two people lived there instead of five.

He agrees easily and enthusiastically. She tells him he can invite the rest of his band if he wants and he shakes his head no in a slightly mischevious way. He tells her he needs to grab a shirt and a change of pants before they left, if she didn’t mind. Of course she didn’t mind.

Back at her apartment, it’s a bit of a mess and she grins with embarrassment.

“Sorry, we pregamed here,” She says, gesturing to the empty cups and cans on her countertop and a box of St. Patrick’s day themed donuts she had picked up the day before to go along with their festivities.

Josh smiles back, understanding and happy to see wher she made her life.

“It’s alright,” He waves her off, “Can I have a donut though?”

“Please,” She responds, encouraging him to take one while she sets up a new bowl in the bong.

It’s domestically quiet for a moment as Josh looks over his options for donuts and she packs the bowl. She glances over at him leaned over the table every so often while she picks at the flower and places it in the grinder. He picks out a matcha sprinkle one and she smiles to herself before looking back down at the weed. After finishing packing the bowl she asks if he wants to smoke in her room so they could listen to some of her vinyls.

“Why didn’t you lead with records?! I would’ve been looking through them this whole time!” He lights up even further and tries to go ahead of her to her room despite him not knowing which bedroom was hers.

She laughs softly and tells him to turn left.

“My collection is pretty small, most of my records stay at my parents house,” She explains, shutting the door behind them now that they’re in her room.

He glances around and again she apologizes for the mess and he insists it isn’t messy since there were only a few articles of clothing lying about from when she was getting dressed at 5 this morning. Her hand around the bong extends a finger to point him in the direction of her record collection, sitting in a milk crate in the corner of her room. She busies herself with lifting the player’s lid and turning it on for when Josh decides on a record to play.

Then she steps to the other end of her dresser and takes a stick of incense and lights it, placing it in the vase burner she loved so much. Josh complimented the smell without raising his head from his perusing of her collection. She apologizes for the lack of seating with her bed taking up the majority of the room and the pallets it rested upon.

He waves her off again, looking over his shoulder at her. “You apologize way too much, this is your home. It’s perfect just the way it is,” He insists.

She mumbles a thanks before kneeling onto her bed and opening up the window to get some air flow into the room. As her hand slides it open, Josh straightens from his crouched position on the floor with a few records in hand. So Far, a compilation album by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young; Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon & Garfunkel; Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only the Piano Player by Elton John; and The Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd.

“Planning on being here awhile?” She smiles when he presents them to her.

He shuts one eye while looking at her, “You said I could stay the night. Plus I wanted to give you options for which to start with.”

She takes a step closer as if examining the records a little closer, but she looks up into Josh’s perfect brown eyes. “They’re mine, I like them all.”

“C’mon, choose,” He demands in a way that brings a subtle shiver over her body.

“Pink Floyd seems most appropriate for getting high. Then, maybe So Far, Bridge and then Elton.”

He grins before walking past her to the player a few steps behind where they were standing.

“I didn’t say you got to pick the entire lineup,” He says playfully as he pulls the record from its sleeve. “But, I did have the same idea.”

The first chords of “Speak to Me” begin to sound out of the speakers and Josh’s fingers fiddle with the volume knob before turning back to the bed that Y/N was now sitting on.

“You go first,” Josh says, seeing her waiting for him to start smoking. “It’s your weed afterall.”

“I got it for free, but thanks,” She says before obliging and taking the first hit.

He inquires as to how she got it for free and she responds after a moment. They take turns taking hits and steadily get high. The smell of the weed mixes with the incense burning in the cool breeze of the March air filtering through her window. They find themselves laying head to head on her bed with Josh closest to the foot of the bed, getting up to flip the records when the time calls for it. Her feet are up on her wall as she stares at the ceiling. Josh compliments her decor and she laughs, saying it took her forever to even get what she got up on the walls at all. She admits to being in a rut when she moved in and not feeling creative enough to decorate. He listens and responds and they grow silent for a while, just listening to the music wash over them.

At some point their fingers get interlocked and their heads are turned to face one another.

“I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, Josh,” She admits in a quiet voice.

He nods slowly, his eyes blinking even slower. “Yeah,” He breathes. “I felt that too. I like it.”

She sighs and shuts her eyes, feeling hazily overwhelmed by his gaze on her face so close up. She had taken off the green wig a while back and changed into a huge sweatshirt and green boxers to keep up the festivities but be more comfortable in her apartment. Josh had followed suit so they were plenty comfy, but she thought about her extravagant makeup and worried how smudged it might be now.

“Would you kiss me?” She asks after taking a deep breath, weighing her options on whether tomorrow would hurt more or less with this. Her mind switches immediately after asking and she begins to ramble, averting her gaze from his. “I don’t know if this was just a friendly thing and if it is, don’t worry. You don’t need to kiss me, because I could also platonically feel like I’ve known you my whole life, like that’s fine especially because I don’t want to mess this up –”

He stops her rambling with his lips pressed to hers. He smiles when she squeaks a noise of surprise. She leans into the kiss after the initial surprise though and they kiss softly, sweetly, before pulling back to look at one another.

His eyes look a shade darker now, but maybe it’s just from the sun moving out of sight of her window. The second side of So Far is playing and “Our House” is just beginning to fade in.

“It’s not a platonic thing,” He reassures and maneuvers himself to a seated position and extends a hand to help her sit up as well.

They lean in again to one another and try the kiss once more. It’s less awkward than the almost upside down position they were in before. Their breathing is soft at first as they experiment with kissing one another. Each other’s lips were a completely new experience for them. It grew heavier as the kisses grew more confident and their arousal grew. The weed heightened everything and she felt like she was floating and on fire at the same time. Josh’s hands were on her neck and in her hair and she was putty in his hands.

He pushed her back gently and she lay back down, but this time with him crawling on top of her. A small whimper leaves her throat when he tugs his teeth against her lower lip and he smiles down at her in response. She closes her eyes in a small shyness, but his pointer goes to her chin and tilts up her head, signalling for her to look at him.

She reopens her eyes and he stares into them.

“Can I feel you?” He asks.

She takes a deep breath and replies with a soft yes. He nods in response and dives back into her lips, more vigor in his movements as he trails a hand down her body, gently touching her breasts, stomach and thighs. Her breathing grows more labored as his hand snakes to her center that had grown wet from Josh’s hot and firm body hovering against hers for the entirety of their makeout session.

They progress, exploring each other’s bodies with kisses, licks and fingertips caressing carefully. Josh is just about to line himself up to enter her when the record ends and his head falls to hang between their bodies with a breathless chuckle.

“Of course.”

She giggles back as one of her hands caresses his bare shoulder that was soft and warm but firm beneath her touch. He tucks himself back into his boxers and quickly pads over to the record player and looks at the two he had pulled but they hadn’t listened to yet. She watches from the bed with her head tilted to the side. He ponders which was more right for this moment and she knows the answer.

“The price we pay to enjoy the level of pretentiousness we operate on is unmatched,” He mumbles, still perplexed on which was better for the moment.

“Grab the Beach House record from the bin, love. It’ll be better.”

Josh looks over his shoulder and smiles sweetly, almost innocently, back at her, despite both their states of undress and what they were about to do. They had only met this morning but this felt unbelievably intimate. Precious.

He hops over to the collection and plucks out the Beach House record with dexterity before shuffling back to the player and placing it on.

He returns to the bed and pecks her lips, “Where were we?”

She kisses him once more, deeper than the peck and they’re right back to where they were. The pause hadn’t killed the mood. If anything, the fact that Josh was the kind of person to want to put the music she wanted on rather than just get to the sex so badly that he didn’t care meant a lot to her.

Soon enough, but not too soon, Josh is breathing harder into the crook of her neck as she whines out his name and writhes beneath him. He makes sure she cums first and she lets him cum inside her. He stutters when she tells him it’s okay and he lets go, mumbling a mix of curses, her name, and praises of the ultimate sweetness into her neck. He thrusts a few more times as he comes down and begs her to relax as she clenches him too well. She giggles and strokes down his spine as he comes to a halt.

They are still and unified for a silent moment before he kisses her neck and then her jaw and then her lips once more before rolling off. They lay there for a moment after she tells him it’s alright that they don’t clean up immediately. She had extra sheets. He nods as stares at the ceiling.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” His voice is quieter and more unsure that she had heard all day.

All day. God. It dawned on her that she had met him only today, once more.

“Not before today.”

“Yeah, I had always hoped that it was real, but I didn’t have proof till now,” He sounds like he’s smiling as he says it and when she turns her head she is proved correct.

“So this isn’t a one time thing?”

“Absolutely not,” He laughs afterwards, incredulous she’d even say that after today.

“But you leave tomorrow?”

“We’ll make it work,” He promises before leaning over to kiss her forehead and stand up to clean them up and get some water.

Josh leaves the room once he’s pulled on his boxers and hands her her sheet to pull over her body despite her knowing her roommate wasn’t home. He calls from her kitchen, inquiring about where her cups were and she directs him as best she can while visualizing the cabinets from her bed and in the post-sex and post-weed haze.

He returns with water and a towel and sits beside her. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before,” He starts.

She goes to speak up, but he continues.

“And it all happened because of that fucking wig. I love it.”

lmk what y'all think, it's kind of silly but hey it's a magical day

#josh kiszka x you #josh kiszka fluff #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fanfiction #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka fan fic #josh kiszka x yn #josh kiszka x y/n #greta van fleet fluff #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet #greta van fleet imagine #Greta Van Fleet fic

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power-chords · 2 years

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Lmao semi-related for a while I just thought every gruff large white man with a pronounced nose and wide-set eyes was Clancy Brown. Adam and I had watched a streak of movies with pseudo-doppelgangers and I failed at accurate Clancy Brown identification three times. Oh, the mockery! I had to get ahead of the joke, which I will obviously never live down, so now I periodically point at the screen when like Gene Hackman or Michelle Pfeiffer is in a shot and go, "IS THAT CLANCY BROWN???"

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imbruedinfear-a · 3 years

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@undeadrphub asked: ALL OF THEM FOR EZRA

🍍 : how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height, weight, strength, and body type? how important is being attractive to them?

LMAO this man is more than comfortable. he literally models nude sometimes, he has absolutely zero body issues and i envy him for the confidence. he’s super big on appearing attractive, both for work and simply bc he’s a vain little shit, but he doesn’t really care if someone doesn’t find him attractive?? he thinks he’s hot shit and that’s all that matters.

🍅 : how does my muse feel about plastic / cosmetic surgeries & procedures? is it something they have done or would do? do they mind if others do it?

not a fan but not against it. he thinks it’s really fucking shit that we live in a world where people deadass think changing their appearance is that important, but he’s not going to talk shit on someone who gets it done. he’s just a fan of liking yourself how you are, really. shrug emoji if ya do it, shrug emoji if ya don’t.

🍏 : how stable is my muse’s physical health? do they go for regular or semi-regular checkups by a physician? do they have any diagnosed illnesses and / or take any medication? how often do they get sick?

LISTEN. this man is in perfect health physically, he’s got a high metabolism and he exercises regularly. but. fuck doctors. he’ll only go if he’s really fucking sick and thinks he’s dying. yes, he pays his shit out of pocket, because fuck health insurance, they make u got to the doctor. he doesn’t get sick often! but when he does, it lasts for a while.

🍎 : how stable is my muse’s mental health? have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and / or conditions? do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and / or conditions? do they or should they attend therapy?

f,, fairly stable? diagnosed PTSD and depression, no biggie. he copes really well for the most part, and his trauma doesn’t particularly show unless you’re very aware it’s a symptom. he attends therapy when his depression episode gets really bad, so rly only like three times a year. you basically can’t even tell he’s mentally ill unless you know him really well and are around for a long period of time.

🍑 : how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance? do they spend a lot of time on their hair, makeup, grooming, and clothing? is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?

dEPENDS MY DUDE. yes, boy is conceited. yes, he has depression. we all know what that means!! he’s either paying attention to everything and not leaving the house until he’s perfect or he’s fucking walking outside without pants, no fucks, and without having showered for a week.

🍒 : how much does my muse value companionship? do they constantly keep people around them, or do they prefer to be alone often? do they have or desire to have many friends? do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?

ehhhh. he’s both extroverted and introverted. he has no problem making friends and he has a lot of them, but he doesn’t really hangout with people. he might go out a couple of times in a month, but he really prefers to be alone. it’s best to think of it as he’ll make new friends very easily and get along with most people, but he doesn’t go out of his way to spend time with anyone else unless he’s invited or really likes them.

🍇 : how would my muse describe their childhood? how much has it impacted the person they are now, or will become as an adult? around what age did they or will they start to mature, and why? do they wish to go back to their days as a child, or have they embraced adulthood?

oh honey. childhood was hell. trauma has erased a lot of it, and what little he remembers give him nothing but guilt and deep desire to never ever think of it again. adulthood is where it’s at, bois.

🍐 : how intelligent is my muse overall? are they smarter than the average person, or less than? are they primarily self-taught, or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school? are they more street smart or book smart?

he’s on the genius end. he literally had nothing to do but read and talk to people as a kid, so he’s pretty fucking rounded out on knowledge. the only downside is he doesn’t really remember facts. he remembers the logic of it. you could ask him if sharks live in sea water and he’s gonna fucking hesitate, but if you ask him if this weird idea you have for a spaceship is possible, he’s gonna give you a fully detailed explanation on why it isn’t, big ass physics words and all. he was raised by drug dealers and his brother was involved in gangs so u can figure out how street smart he is.

🍉 : which of the four seasons suits my muse best, and why?

winter! he’s at his most sad goth. otherwise, autumn, bc he’s a pumpkin spice slut.

🍌 : is my muse inclined to help others, or will they only do it when it benefits them, if at all? what makes them this way? has it ever gotten them into trouble, or inconvenienced them?

will help, even if he sighs first. he just thinks it’s the right thing to do. but also: watching his brother get fucking tortured and not being able to help for 18 years might’ve fuckin done something. he’s been inconvenienced a few times, but never really in trouble.

🍊 : does my muse desire romance? is it something they would actively seek out, or prefer to happen more ‘ naturally? ’ what is their love life like? do they have any exes or past flings, or crushes?

wouldn’t u like to know, weatherboy :^) actually he’s a bit of both. he definitely desires romance, and he’ll sometimes actively try dating around, but he mostly prefers the ‘if it happens, it happens’. he’s only truly dated a few women. currently, though, he hesitates on dating big time. in canon, he’s pretty freshly broken up with in a really shitty manner, so he’s just. existing. the thought of catching feelings fills him with dread, but he’s also a dumb fuckin hopeless romantic who instantly is like okay but what if it DOESN’T go terribly this time.

🍓 : how is my muse typically seen by others? does it ring true to who they really are? does their reputation matter to them?

iiiiiii have no idea. it depends on your personality, because he’s sarcastic and sassy, and some people would consider that as rude and asshole-ish. if you’re in the kink scene, 9.5/10 times you’ll know him as the master of the city’s biggest dungeon ( it’s also connected to a fetish club ), so it’s. accurate. he doesn’t care for his rep tho, it’s not gonna hurt his book sales since he’s anonymous

🥝 : does my muse have any ‘ unusual ’ habits, interests, and / or talents? do they hide it, or are they proud of it?

h m. not really. his only unusual habit would be how much he’ll just drown himself in working, but it’s from trauma, so????? nah. he’s p open about everything anyways.

🍋 : what kind of diet does my muse have? do they eat regularly, or the standard 2-3 meals a day? do they have to be reminded to eat, or are they likely to remind others? do they cook, or have others cook for them? do they eat healthily, or not so much?

wild. just wild. he can go from deadass vegan to eating 20 chicken wings by himself. no one understands it. if he’s actually working on a new novel, he needs reminded sometimes, but he’s usually the one reminding other people. he’s a big cook, he loves finding and creating new recipes, and he’s usually on the healthier end of things. doesn’t mean he won’t eat an entire fucking cake because he didn’t eat anything else for two days tho.

🥭 : how important to my muse is their hometown, or where they’re from? are they proud of it, or considered a hometown hero? did they move away, or do they wish to?

e h. he doesn’t really care for hometown sentiment, but he does love Chicago. it’s his favorite place just because he’s comfortable, knows it and the people well, and always finds something to do. plus, like, the fetish club is there. ofc he’s gonna have fun. not proud, just doesnt care. moves around when bored.

#( Is that what you were hoping to hear? || Answered Asks )#undeadrphub #( I own you. || Ezra Headcanon )

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kuningannasansa · 4 years

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A musketeers rewatch (that nobody asked for) 1x02

(very anti annamis, so if that bothers you steer clear :)

We open with Dartagnan preparing for a duel and declaring “I was raised to fight like a gentleman”. I thought he was a farmboy? I’m so confused.

“Every man for himself!” – lol! But also, is that what you were thinking when you decided to screw up everyone’s life with your dick Aramis?

Now Dartagnan has been arrested for illegal duelling. Which is fair and exactly what should happen. I mean, they should arrest that red guard too, ofc. But for all that the musketeers whine about their toys being banned by the nanny state, I think we can agree that laws banning duels were actually progressive and good?

Treville is MAAAAD!! Good!

“I’ve never been unpopular before” HA HA HAAA HAAAAA! You just wait a few seasons, honey.

Why do the extra background musketeers have period accurate clothing and ‘our heroes’ don’t? I mean, I get these leather getups are supposed to be sexy, but they don’t do it for me at all. I’d like realistic clothing more

Oh hey! It was all an act! I had legit forgotten! I am glad I’m doing this rewatch lol, there’s so much good stuff I’m experiencing again as if for the first time! Also, Treville is clearly a suppressed thespian!

Now Athos says Dartagnan is a farmboy again?????? I guess he’s a farmboy who was taught to fight like a gentleman for some reason

Aramis tells Porthos that he’s a terrible judge of character and he does like Aramis, so maybe that’s true…

Treville thinks Dartagnan’s life is worth the risk if he can uncover what the villain of the week is planning. I love my pragmatic dad!

Aramis says he loves violence in a woman. Well, I’m free to beat the shit out of him any time...

I was about to comment on the good old days when Anne had political acumen and cultivated a good public image by giving alms and grantign clemency to some prisoners. But then she told the governor of the prison that she would like to free all his charges and his face turned sour so maybe she always sucked at diplomacy? I’ll reserve judgement thou, I remember her as very clever and capable in season one.

Prison Break: 1630 is looking good

Athos doesn’t have faith in Dartagnan to manage the mission. From his perspective it makes sense, but it still upsets me.

Richelieu and Treville are working together on this one! Oh goodie!

Now this is the worst bit! Milady tells Richelieu she can get Dartagnan back by lying that she stabbed the guy in the last episode in self defence. And well… that does give people a valid reason to think that she lied about Thomas trying to rape her as well. For the record, I still believe her, her story remains constant throughout and she sticks by it even when she has absolutely no reason to lie. But this scene does give the haters a semi valid reason to doubt her and I hate that. And most importantly, this ambiguity in the text should not exist. The writers should have told us on screen one way or the other to avoid all this nasty discourse. Sometimes ambiguity is a wonderful device (cough*black sails final/*cough) but rape is not a topic that should be treated like that.

Richelieu is turned on by her act thou. And slightly repulsed. By how turned on he is.

Milady is looking for Vadim on Richelieu’s orders! She’s on the same side as the musketeers, doing the same job (probably more successfully)! Watch them judge her anyway.

RICHELIEU WANTS FLOWERS!!

Oh no, Anne, don’t show Aramis affection! He’ll be stalking you for the rest of your life!

Porthos does not approve and neither do I.

Porthos reminds Aramis of Adelle lol. WRECK HIM PORTHOS!!

SUZETTE!!

Bonacieux is so very dumb, it’s delightful!

Milady just shot two of Richelieu’s red guards. Either she had his authorisation to do it when necessary or she just doesn’t give a fuck. I suspect the later.

Milady is promising Dartagnan riches and to introduce him to her “powerful patron” if he takes her to Vadim. Why? If Treville and Richelieu are cooperating on this why are their respective agents in the dark? Or perhaps RIchelieu is trying to catch Vadim on his own behind Treville’s back and get all the credit? Hehee

Athos is threatening to have Suzette whipped. And she tells him that it’s usually the other way around with musketeers, “but if the money’s right”. LMAO WRECK HIM!!

They are planning to use decoys at Easter mass to lure out Vadim and Anne says “the people know their King and Queen too well”. Do they, thou? They had wood cuttings back then not the fucking People Magazine. But I guess the plot hinges on the real royals going so whatever.

Louis: “My father never shirked public obligation” Richelieu: “Your father was assassinated”

“Common sense is for commoners” oh Louis! Listen to Richelieu!!

Richelieu says he may have misjudged, but I still think he’s right. I mean, politically speaking, it is good for people to see their King, not have him cowering behind castle walls while they are put in danger. But I still maintain those peasants would not be any wiser if they just sent decoys.

I like Vadim’s greed for money under a disguise of not entirely fake anti monarchism as a motivation. His plan is really clever too! Season 1 really had very good villains!

Richelieu in proper red cardinal’s robes! Me likey!

“Surrender or die!” lmao, as if they’re not going to hang him if he surrenders. I’d rather be shot, personally.

Milady kills Suzette. Okay, she was part of a conspiracy to rob the royal treasury so she would have been executed anyway, but I still don’t like it. Can we not kill all the cool female characters please?

Vadim’s death is beautifully shot, with him dropping treasure everywhere as he walks through the smoke. Cinematically very good!

Constance does not miss the quiet life! Bless!

So Milady lied to Richelieu and kept the Queen’s pendant she got from Suzette? But then that plot never went anywhere, as far as I remember. I know there were some cut Milady scenes in episodes 4 – 6 so I guess they decided to drop it, but I would have loved to see her have more agency independent of Richelieu as she pursues her own agenda.

Red Guards killed in the line of duty: 2 (let’s pour one out for them!)

Women fridged: Suzette RIP!

Best Dressed: Louis and Anne (not an easy choice cause Constance and Milady also had some very nice dresses in this episode, but in the end I’m a trashy bitch who loves bling)

#the musketeers #bbc musketeers #milady de winter #cardinal richelieu #king louis #etc etc #musketeers rewatch

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blairwaldcrf · 6 years

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Questions For LGBT Ladies #LGBTask

Here are some random questions pertaining to LGBT Ladies. Have others ask you or simply answer them yourself. Please reblog!

((I’m just going to answer them all because I’m bored and very vain))

1. How do you define your sexuality? I identify with the label of bisexual, but my friends tell me i’m probably more pan

2. At what age did you first realize that you like girls? when I was 12 i freaked out because i noticed that girls in my grade were getting boobs and that made me feel things lmao, but i didn’t hardcore fall for someone till i was 17

3. At what age did you first come out? 17 to all of my friends, coworkers, and one of my cousins, 25 to my (mormon) biological family

4. Who was the first person you came out to? How did they take it? my cousin, who was gay and obviously very supportive... they’re now living a full life as a married transgender woman and inspire me every day!

5. How out are you? completely! flaming bi!

6. Has coming out lost you any friends? it did in high school, because most of my friends were mormon, but pretty much all of them came around

7. What is your current relationship status? single, trying to get over my ex fiance? type person

8. How many LGBT friends do you have? lol, um i’m blanking on all of them but i know at least 7 that i talk to frequently

9. Do you have any LGBT relatives? yep! one transgender/poly/pan cousin from my dad’s side... and i’m the gay cousin for my mom’s side lmao

10. Have you ever cut your hair super short? in elementary school my mom gave me the shortest pixie cut ever and everyone thought i was a boy... since then I’ve cut it semi short but never shorter than beside my ears

11. How often do you wear flannel? surprisingly not that often, i only have two flannel shirts

12. How much do you like cats? like at least 60% depending on the cat

13. Do you wear skirts and dresses? If so, how often? i freaking love wearing dresses, but i hate skirts... dresses are like the least maintenance clothing ever

14. Do you wear high heels? If so, how often? um no, they’re not my thing

15. Do you have any tattoos? If so, what of and where? yep, a cactus on my ankle

16. How accurate is your gaydar? 90%

17. Have you ever been to a gay bar or a gay club? yes!!

18. How do you feel when platonic female friends refer to each other as girlfriends? fucking annoyed tbh

19. Have you ever had a crush on a straight girl? hasn’t everyone??

20. Ellen or Portia? Portia for sure, although i love my girl Ellen

21. Is your nose pierced? nah

22 Would you ever want to get married, if not already? i’m a hopeless romantic

23. Will you wear a dress for your wedding? oooh yes and hopefully my wife will too

24. Would you ever want to give birth? oh i would love to but i can’t physically

25. Have you ever watched The L Word? lmfao yes i’m a good bi

26. Have you ever dated a guy? yep, and regretted it 7/10 times

27. How do you feel when someone uses the word gay to mean stupid, dumb, or boring? obviously annoyed

28. How many rainbow items do you own? umm at least one flag

29. Have you ever been to a pride festival? yes, i even got to walk in it!

30. Have you ever celebrated National Coming Out Day (October 11)? yes

31. Have you ever participated in the National Day of Silence? yes

32. Have you ever worn a woman’s suit? hell yeah in middle school lmao

33. Have you ever worn any men’s clothing? um i mean “men’s clothing” is a subjective term, but like I’ve worn men’s boxers and shit...?

34. Do you eat meat? i love meat

35. Do you consider yourself a feminist? yep!

36. Who is your favorite LGBT celebrity? ahhh, um... probably Ellen? Although Adam Rippon is starting to sway me lmao

37. Are you religious at all? not particularly, although sort of neobuddhist/wiccan

38. How often do you find yourself trying to sneak a peak or staring at a cute female? 15/10 times

39. What is your ideal first date? like, just any date where i’m with a girl tbh

40. Are you comfortable with terms such as lezzie, lesbo, dyke, or tranny? sort of okay with lesbo, but the rest are offensive to me

41. How outdoorsy are you? i fucking love camping and mountains

42. In general, has being open about your sexuality affected your relationships with other females? yes, some lesbians i’ve dated were super biphobic

43. How much makeup do you typically wear? in public, plenty. at home, none

44. Have you ever attended a gay or lesbian wedding? yep!

45. Are you more feminine or more masculine? i’m genderfluid, but slightly more masculine

46. How long is the longest relationship you’ve been in? Are you still with that person? 5 years, and no

47. Have you and a girlfriend ever been mistaken for sisters? nope

48. Do you think it is possible for someone to truly be a 50/50 bisexual, or is the percentage always skewed in favor of one gender? ugh this is literally the fucking worst question. bisexuality is valid no matter the percentage of any gender attraction you bitch muffin

49. Have you ever wished you were completely straight? no tbh

50. Do you watch any LGBT YouTubers? Rose and Rosie

51. Do you wear any combat boots, Doc Martins, or Timberlands? combat boots

52. Have you ever been hit on by another female? yes it’s an electrifying experience

53. How athletic are you? i stand up sometimes

54. What are your views on gender identity and bathroom use? free bathrooms

55. What is your opinion of septum/bull nose piercings? not my thing

56. What does equality mean to you? that everyone has an equal chance to achieve the same goal

57. If you are not a lesbian, about what percentage of the time do you find yourself attracted to other females? 99.9%

58. Have you ever shared clothes with a girlfriend? lol yes it’s the best

59. Have you ever liked or dated a girl with the same name as you? nah

60. How flirty are you? pretty flirty, i’m a libra

61. Are you a virgin? virginity is a construct, but no

62. Do you listen to any LGBT musicians (i.e. Tegan & Sara, Melissa Ehteridge, Chely Wright, Elton John, Sam Smith, George Michael, Adam Lambert)? in highschool me and my exgf would rock to emo tegan & sara

63. Have you ever been told that you are too pretty to be gay? yep

64. Have you ever been discriminated against because of your sexuality or gender identity? If so, please explain. all the fucking time... i don’t want a threesome, i’m not going to cheat because i’m bi, etc etc

65. Have you ever driven an SUV, Jeep, or a pickup truck? nah

66. Are you or have you ever been a tomboy? oooh boy, let me tell you. yes

67. Agree or disagree: Everyone is at least a little bit gay. ummm, 90%?

68. What personality trait are you most attracted to? intelligence

69. Boobs or butts? boobs

70. Beer or wine? hard liquor

71. Do you have a favorite lesbian movie? ... it’s still Imagine Me & You... the leads are so god-tier beautiful

72. From 1-10, how attractive are muscular women? 9

73. From 1-10, how attractive are women who wear glasses? this is dumb

74. From 1-10, how attractive are women who are covered with tattoos? 8

75. From 1-10, how attractive are curvy/plus-size women? 9

76. From 1-10, how attractive are women with short hair? 6

77. From 1-10, how attractive are masculine butch women? 4

78. From 1-10, how attractive are highly intelligent women? 10

79. From 1-10, how attractive are tall women (i.e. around 6 feet or taller)? 7

80. Have you ever been on your period the same time as a girlfriend? lol yes

81. Has a girl ever dumped you for a guy? Have you? i dumped a girl who was cheating on me with a guy

82. Do you carry a purse? yes?

83. Do you wear any hats such as snapbacks or beanies? yes

84. Have you ever pretended to be completely straight? nope

85. Would you ever date a trans girl? yes!

86. How well do you think LGBT women are portrayed on television? not extremely well, but it’s getting better

87. Have you ever had a crush on a woman who’s much older than you? Sandra Bullock..

88. Do you have any celebrity crushes? fucking Gal Gadot man

89. Do you have any opinions on LGBT people in the military? keep them safe and start regulating sexual assault of all military members

90. Do you believe in love at first sight? no

91. Have you ever been told that you look gay (i.e. like a lesbian)? occasionally, depending on what i’m wearing

92. Where do you think is the best place to meet a potential lover? fuck if i know

93. Is there such a thing as “good” lesbian porn? yes... if it’s made by lesbians

94. Have you ever had a one night stand? lol yes, but not with girls

95. How often do you wear a bra? 91% of the time

96. Have you ever been part of a softball team? lol no

97. If you could live your life all over again, would you still be attracted to other women? honestly i’d rather be attracted to only women instead of being bi

98. What stereotype about LGBT women do you disagree with the most? that bi women don’t belong

99. What advice would you give a girl who is struggling to figure out her sexuality? watch Imagine Me & You

100. What advice would you give a girl who is struggling to come out? it takes time... just let it happen and know that the time will come naturally

@caiterprince and @angryfinnstan who I know are wlw, you should answer some of these if you want because i love you and want to get to know more!!!

#personal #non fandom #wlw #wlw tag

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