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» CHAPTER SEVEN: HALLOWEEN EVE

CHAPTER SIX

SUMMARY: You feel insecure about being Ransom's girlfriend after someone makes a comment about it, right before your Halloween party.

PAIRING: Ransom x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst. New Girl AU.

REQUEST: Librarian!Reader, she’s shy and insecure about her appearance.

18+. Minors DNI.

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𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

Ransom groans and hides his face in your neck. "What do you want, Theo?"

"Since when are you two makeout buddies?"

"Makeout buddies? Ew." You shake your head.

Ransom lifts up his head and looks behind him where Theo is standing in the doorway. "You locked us up in the loft for hours, what did you think was going to happen?"

"I don't know, it was Chase's idea."

You roll your eyes.

Ransom moves away from you and gets off of the couch, holding out his hands for you to take them. "Let's go to my room."

You take his hands and let him pull you to your feet. He lets go of one of your hands and leads you out of the room, stopping in front of Theo who is blocking the door.

"Are you going to let us out or do you want us to keep making out on the couch? Either way I'm fine with it."

"Please, go." Theo steps out of Ransom's way, making you laugh.

"How are you grossed out right now?" You tilt your head curiously.

"I don't know, I've never seen you like this with a guy before." He shrugs.

"That's because they were too busy cheating on me."

"Alright. Theo say bye to kitten." Ransom wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you up to carry you to his room. "I wanna see if I can make you purr." He grins.

You laugh and cover your face with your hands, shaking your head.

"Gross!" Theo calls out.

Ransom stops and turns around. "Who are you calling gross?" He puts you down. "Because we share a wall pal, I can hear everything."

You leave them to bicker in the hallway and go hide in Ransom's room. You take off your shoes and climb on his bed, covering yourself with one of the blankets while you wait for him to stop fighting with Theo.

"Remind me why we are living with these guys again?" Ransom asks after walking in and closing his door.

"Because otherwise we would be living in tiny, shitty apartments with crazy roommates."

"I need to get rich again." He shakes his head while taking off his shoes and joining you on his bed.

"How do you plan on doing that?" You chuckle.

He shrugs. "I don't know, but it can't be that hard."

"Well if you figure it out, please let me know."

"Don't worry, I got you kitten." He kisses your cheek before settling down next to you. "In the meantime we just have to hide in our rooms."

"I know what we can do while we hide! I'll be right back." You get out of his bed and run to your room only to come back less than a minute later, holding a book. You get back on his bed and give him the book. "I believe it was your turn to read when we stopped."

Ransom smiles and takes the book, Harlan's latest novel, quickly opening it to the chapter you stopped on. "Alright, ready?"

You snuggle into his side and rest your head on his shoulder, covering you both with the blanket. "Ready."

Just like the night Ransom spent in your room, you pass the book between the two of you and each read a chapter until you're completely done with the book hours later.

"How did you guess so early on who had done it? You read it before, didn't you?"

You laugh and shake your head. "I swear I didn't. I just got a vibe from the character." You shrug.

"You should be a detective." Ransom teases you as he puts the book on his nightstand.

"Maybe I am one."

It's Ransom's turn to laugh. "You always know how to make me laugh, don't you?"

"It's a gift really." You joke, chuckling to yourself.

"You're my gift, kitten." He kisses the top of your head.

"Aw, look at you. You're such a cheesy softie now." You gently poke him with your finger.

"I'm being serious though. I don't think I could have handled all those changes without you around. You kept me sane through all of this."

You lift up your head to kiss his cheek. "All you needed was a friend, I'm glad I could be that for you."

"You're my best friend, my girl and my family." He rests his forehead against yours.

You hold his right cheek in the palm of your hand and stroke it with your thumb. "No matter what happens between us, I'm always here for you."

Ransom holds your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head slightly back to kiss you. He's never been one for love or affection, even though everyone in his family is married none of them are in love or happy. Love isn't something the Thrombeys or Drysdales do and yet he can't stay away from you, no matter how hard he tries to. With every smile, laugh and kind word, Ransom finds himself falling for you more and more every day. It should scare him but for some reason it really doesn't. He feels at peace when he's around you and no one can take that away from him. He's so enamored with you that if Harlan walks into his room right now and gives him the choice between getting all of his money back or staying with you, he'd choose you.

Having money is nice, don't get him wrong, but having a huge house, expensive clothes and vintage cars isn't as appealing as it used to be now that he knows what it's like to have people to come home to, to talk to, to have people care about him and his well being. All of those things are priceless. Though nothing even comes close to the feeling he gets when he thinks about coming home to you, talking to you and falling asleep every night with you, and that was all before you got together. He's terrified yet excited to see what's waiting for him in the future.

Chase takes the news of you two getting together quite well. He already knew about Ransom's feelings for you so it was bound to happen at some point.

You have no idea what Ransom said to Theo when they fought in the hallway but now Theo seems ok with you and Ransom being together.

The most difficult part is at work. You want to stay professional in front of the others but it seems Ransom and his wandering hands don't have that problem at all. He's always grabbing you when you get close to him or if you walk by. It's not the end of the world if you get caught because it's a very small library but you also don't want to make the other employees uncomfortable.

Weeks go by, somewhat uneventfully until one afternoon a woman walks in looking pissed off and you recognize her right away. She's the gorgeous woman who gave her number to Ransom a few weeks back. Your heart clenches when she goes up to him.

Ever since you got together, Ransom has never given you any reason to doubt him or to make you think you aren't good enough for him but after everything you've been through in your past relationships and your serious lack of self-esteem you can't help but think that maybe one day he'll do like the other guys you've dated and find someone better than you. Someone like her, who clearly isn't afraid of anything and knows her worth.

"What the hell dude? You said you were gonna call." Her words can be heard across the aisles.

Ransom glares at her. "First of all, lower your damn voice you're in a library and second of all I never said I'd call you. You said to use your number which I did. I needed a piece of paper for my gum." He shrugs and goes back to putting books back on the shelves.

"You could have said you weren't interested instead of being a dick about it." She puts her hands on her hips, clearly she's not going anywhere.

"I told you multiple times." He turns back to look at her. "I have a girlfriend, I'm not interested. Now get lost."

She rolls her eyes. "That's bullshit. Everyone in this town knows that Ransom Drysdale doesn't have girlfriends."

Ransom shakes his head and walks past her to join you behind the counter. "Can we kick people out? Because I'm about to lose my shit."

You chuckle. "I'll take care of it. Don't lose your shit."

He smiles when he sees and hears you laugh, it always calms him down.

The woman comes up to the counter and you move to stand in front of her on your side of the counter.

"I'm gonna ask you to leave. You can't harass the employees. I've heard him turn you down now you need to leave."

"Look I just want him to tell the truth instead of having him lying to my face."

"He's not lying, he has a girlfriend and even if he didn't he doesn't owe you any kind of explanation."

"How would you even know about that?"

"She's my girlfriend." Ransom says proudly as he comes to stand next to you.

The woman laughs. "Seriously? I guess you lost your taste and your money."

You flinch at her words. "Get out." You glare at her.

"Whatever." She rolls her eyes and walks out.

You shake your head and walk away before Ransom can say anything, you're too embarrassed to even look at him.

Ransom knows better than to go after you when you’re like this, especially at work, even though all he wants to do is comfort you he knows you won’t listen to him. Right now you’re battling yourself and nothing he could say would make you feel better.

You spend the remainder of the afternoon in your office to finish everything before you leave for the weekend. You’ve taken the next day off to be able to set up the loft and decorate it for the halloween party tomorrow night. A part of you wants to change costumes, you don’t want to match with Ransom anymore. You don’t want to be seen with him because you’re scared that someone else will say something and if he hears it often enough, maybe he’ll realize that he’s way out of your league and that he needs someone better.

What were you thinking when you got involved with him? Of course you’re going to get your heart broken while he’s going to be fine. The men are always fine in these situations.

The ride home is awkward and quiet, at least for Ransom because you seem to be lost in your own thoughts. He so desperately wishes to have the right words, to know the right things to say to ease your mind but this is all so new to him he doesn’t know how to act. Having a girlfriend is new but he also doesn’t know how to act around someone with low self-esteem, his own ego has always been inflated and he never takes shit from anyone. He’d love nothing more than to be able to show you how to be like him, to show you how the world sees you instead of you being stuck in hate when everyone around you thinks that you’re amazing. Life isn’t fair. He’s a shitty person, he treats people like crap yet he’s unshakable whereas you, who's the best person he’s ever met, can crumble at anything. Why can’t he protect you and shield you from the pain? Isn’t it his job as your boyfriend to do that? He should have said something to the girl before letting her leave, why didn’t he say anything? He should have stood up to her for you, that’s what good boyfriends do.

The first thing you do when you get to the loft is take a hot shower. You very briefly acknowledge Theo and Chase before heading to the bathroom.

"Did you guys have a fight?" Chase looks up from the TV when Ransom walks into the living room.

"No. Some stupid bimbo made a rude comment and she's been shaken up ever since." Ransom sighs and sits down on the couch.

"Want me to go talk to her?"

Ransom shakes his head. "I'll handle it."

You change into your PJs and go to your room, quietly shutting the door behind you. You feel guilty for not handling this like an adult should, a normal person wouldn't make such a big deal and would definitely not be hiding in their room but you can't help it.

You cover the two mirrors in your room to avoid looking at yourself otherwise you know you will tear yourself apart one imperfection at a time and that won't be helpful. You shut the blinds and turn off the light before getting under the covers. You lie on your side with your back to the door, cradling one of your pillows to your chest as you close your eyes.

Just as you're about to fall asleep you hear a soft knock coming from outside your door and shortly after you can hear the door opening and closing, you don't need to open your eyes or turn around to know who just came in.

Ransom is freshly out of the shower with his hair still damp as he tip toes his way to your bed and carefully gets under the covers with you. He lies down on his side right behind you with his chest flush to your back, and puts his left arm around you as he presses kisses to the back of your head all the way down to the back of your ear.

"She was just being a bitch, kitten. You're perfect and gorgeous, money or no money there's not a single girl out there that's better than you." He whispers softly before nuzzling the side of your neck. "You're the only one I want."

"I don't want to talk about it." You answer quietly.

"You don't have to talk about anything. I just needed to tell you how I feel." He kisses your neck once and holds you tighter. "How about we take a nap and then eat dinner?"

"I'm not hungry." You mumble.

"I'm sure you aren't, kitten, but you still need to eat ok? First get some rest, I'll be right here the whole time."

A few minutes of complete silence go by, Ransom even thinks you've fallen asleep until he hears you speak.

"I'm sorry for being such a lousy girlfriend, I know you've said that being insecure is very annoying and unattractive."

Ransom sighs. "Please, forget I ever said that. I never should have said something that stupid, especially not to you. You've been through some tough shit and you're entitled to your emotions. I wish you would confide in me or at the very least not shut me out but I understand why you do it. You're my girl and I'm not going anywhere. You're not lousy, annoying or unattractive. You're gorgeous, sweet but hurt and that doesn't go away easily. I'm proud to be seen with you, to be your boyfriend. I'm never going to hide you or us from anyone."

You listen to Ransom without even realizing that you're crying as he leaves you speechless. How did you get so lucky with him?

"Thank you." You sniffle. "You can go hang out with the guys, I'll be ok."

Ransom moves his hand from your waist and carefully wipes off your tears with his thumb. "I'd rather spend time with my girl." He lifts up his head and kisses your cheek.

You smile and turn around to be facing him. "I'm sorry for being so high maintenance." You sigh and nuzzle his chest.

He chuckles and wraps both arms around you. "Have you met me? I'm the definition of high maintenance." He strokes your hair. "Get some sleep, kitten. You'll feel better after."

You nod and put your arms around his waist, hugging him, as you close your eyes.

"Wait, I want a kiss first." He looks down at you.

You laugh and open your eyes. "So high maintenance." You roll your eyes playfully.

"Told ya!" He smiles and leans down, lovingly pressing his lips to yours. "Ok, now you can sleep." He whispers before giving a quick peck on your lips.

You nod and wiggle closer to him, sighing with content. "Thank you, baby." You mumble already half-asleep.

Ransom can't help but smile at the nickname and holds you a little closer as he closes his eyes.

When he wakes up again it's dark outside, he looks over to your alarm clock and sees that it's 7 pm. It's barely been two hours. He'd like to let you sleep longer but he needs you to eat.

"Kitten, wake up." He whispers, pressing kisses to the top of your head while rubbing your back with both of his hands.

You shake your head no and bury your face in his chest. A poor attempt to hide from him so he'll let you sleep.

"Come on, kitten. We'll eat some dinner and then you can sleep all you want."

You sigh. "You go eat, I'm not hungry." You mumble as you turn your back to him, hugging your pillow to your chest as you try to fall back asleep.

"Nice try." He sits up and stretches his arms above his head. "You're coming with me, beautiful. Willingly or not, that's up to you."

"I can't hear you, I'm sleeping."

Ransom rolls his eyes, laughing quietly. He gets off the bed and throws the covers away from you but before you have time to complain, he grabs you by the waist and puts you over his shoulder.

"Ran, no!"

"Ran, yes!" He wraps an arm around the back of your thighs and gently slaps your butt with his free hand. "You picked a fight you couldn't win, my love." He opens your bedroom door and carries you all the way to the kitchen.

"She didn't want to eat?" Chase asks from his place at the kitchen table.

"Nope." Ransom gently sits you on top of the kitchen island. "What do you want to eat?"

"We made mac and cheese." Chase suggests.

Ransom looks at Chase, then back at you and smiles as you nod your head. "Thank you." He kisses your cheek and turns around to go heat you up a bowl of mac and cheese.

You get down from the kitchen island and go sit next to Chase.

"How are you feeling, princess?"

You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder. "You don't wanna know. What are the plans for tomorrow?"

"We need to start with decorations and setting up the speakers for the music, then we need to go get snacks, alcohol and something for dinner before everyone gets here then we can change into our costumes. Everyone should be here around 8." Theo explains between two bites.

"We'll have plenty of time, then." You lift up your head when Ransom places the bowl in front of you. "Thank you." You look up as you tilt your head back.

"You're welcome." He drops his head forward to kiss your forehead and goes back to the kitchen to get his own plate.

"You two are so disgustingly cute." Theo comments as he watches you.

"Thanks, I think." You take your fork and start eating.

"Are you up for our annual Halloween eve movie marathon?" Chase asks you as he cleans up the table.

"What movies did you choose?"

Ransom steals Chase's seat to be next to you, making you chuckle.

"It's too bad we watched almost all of season one of American Horror Story without them, that would have been a good thing to watch tonight." Ransom says before taking his first bite.

"You're right! Each season is a different story though, we can watch another one. I think there are 10 total so that leaves us nine to choose from." You quickly finish eating, perking up at the idea of watching more of your latest favorite show.

"You watched something that has "horror" in the title?" Chase asks, clearly surprised.

You shrug. "There are some gory parts but otherwise it's more thriller than horror, and I love thrillers! You can choose whatever you want, I'll probably fall asleep halfway through anyway."

"I believe it is my year to choose." Theo adds.

"He's right." Chase nods as he takes your dirty dishes to clean them with the rest.

"Alright, let me know when you've decided. I'll go brush my teeth." You stand up but before you can move away Ransom wraps his hand around your wrist to get your attention.

"Are you ok?"

You smile. "Yes." You kiss the top of his head and walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Ransom joins you shortly after to do the same and you wait for him before going to the living room.

"Wait." You stop in front of Ransom's room as he runs into it and comes back out holding your blanket. "So you don't get cold." He says as he wraps it around your shoulders.

"You're too sweet to me." You smile up at him, keeping the blanket on your shoulders as you take his hand in one of yours and walk to the living room.

You both sit together on the couch, putting yourself between his legs in front of him. You give him the blanket to put on his shoulders and rest your back on his front as he wraps the blanket around the two of you and then his arms around your waist.

Theo decides to make you watch all the purge movies and surprisingly you don't fall asleep though Ransom has to carry you back to his room afterwards because you're too lazy to walk. He gently puts you down on his bed and chuckles as he watches you wiggle your way under the covers.

"Are you comfortable, kitten?" He looks down at you with his hands on his hips.

"Almost." You raise both of your hands toward him, wordlessly asking him to come cuddle with you.

"Need something?" He grins.

You sigh and drop your hands to your sides. "No." You huff and grab a pillow to hug instead of your teasing boyfriend.

"Did you just replace me with a pillow?" He lifts up the covers and gets under them.

"Yes, the pillow doesn't tease when I feel like cuddling." You hug it tighter and close your eyes.

"You're so grumpy in the middle of the night." He lies on his side and peppers your cheek with kisses.

"That's what the cuddles are for." You mumble, already falling asleep.

"Alright, alright." He grabs the pillow and tosses it blindly somewhere on the bed, lying down on his stomach with his head resting on your shoulder. He lays an arm across your body to hold you while you're both sleeping. "Goodnight." He whispers before kissing you once on the shoulder.

You rest a hand on his arm and wrap your other arm around his shoulders, moving as close as possible to him. "Goodnight." You whisper back.

The next morning when Ransom wakes up he is alone in bed. He notices that the entire bed is cold, except for where he slept, as he reaches around blindly for you. He opens his eyes and he can't help but be disappointed when he finds his bed empty. You've been sleeping in the same bed for over a month now, since you got sick, and he usually gets to cuddle with you before having to get up.

He quickly gets out of bed, there's no point staying in, and heads to the bathroom to quickly brush his teeth. Once done he walks around the loft to find you. You're sitting at the kitchen table with an empty plate in front of you, deep in conversation with Theo and you turn around when you hear Ransom's footsteps.

"Good morning." You smile brightly at him.

He shakes his head, frowning and clearly grumpy. "Are you done eating?"

"Yes. Are you ok, Ran?" You worry whenever he wakes up in such a bad mood, especially when he was fine the night before when you went to bed.

He walks over to you and lifts you up from the chair to carry you back to his room. He shuts the door with his foot and puts you down on the bed, quickly wrapping himself around you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and sighs.

"Now I'm ok."

You laugh quietly as your 6 foot teddy bear mean looking boyfriend lies down on top of you and you wrap your arms around his shoulders to hug him back.

"Days off are meant for sleeping in and cuddling." He mumbles.

"I'm sorry. We've got a lot to do today, we'll sleep in tomorrow." You turn your head to the side and kiss his temple.

He lifts his head up, propping himself up on his elbows, and looks down at you. "Five minutes?" He kisses your forehead, the tip of your nose and your lips. "Please?" He brushes his nose against yours, letting his lips hover over yours.

You give him a quick nod. "Five."

He grins and presses his lips to yours in a slow, loving kiss.

"Princess?" Chase knocks on the door. "We need to start if we want to be done in time."

Ransom groans as he breaks the kiss. "She'll be out in four minutes, go away." He says loud enough for Chase to hear him, sounding grumpy.

You're about to say something but you're quickly cut off by Ransom kissing you again and taking advantage of your slightly opened mouth to sneak his tongue in, making you forget what you were about to say.

Chase knocks again. "Come on guys, we have too much to do for you to stay in bed."

Ransom pulls away and sighs. "I'm going to murder him in his sleep." He whispers angrily as he lets himself fall next to you on the bed, freeing you from his hold.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow." You get out of bed and lean over to kiss him quickly. "And no murdering. You're too pretty for jail." You smile when he laughs and hurries out of his room before Chase gets a chance to knock, and annoy Ransom, again.

It takes the four of you all day to set up everything but when you're finally done it looks incredible.

"I'm going with Chase to the grocery store and get dinner. You two start getting ready please so it can be our turn when we get back."

"Yes, yes we know the drill. Take a shower and leave you hot water. Just hurry, I'm starving." You say as you almost push them out the door.

You let Ransom go first and when you're both done showering, you get started on his costume.

You put on an oversize shirt after putting on your underwear, you'll wait until the last minute before putting on your costume.

You sit on Ransom's bed with your legs tucked under you as you go through the bag that has most of his costume in it. You take out the white t-shirt and hold it out to him.

"Put that on, please."

He takes it from your hand to put it on and comes to stand next to the bed. You stare at him and shake your head.

"I think I have a better idea, hold on." You get up from his bed and run to your room, reappearing seconds later and seating back down in the same position. "Put that on instead." You hand him a men's White tank top.

"Where did you get that?" He laughs while taking off the shirt and putting on the tank top.

You shrug. "They're comfy, ok? Don't judge." You nod once it's on. "Better. You'll be a lot more comfortable like that. Where do you want your wounds?" You take out the bite and claw marks from the bag.

"Wherever you think is best, kitten."

You tilt your head to the side and look him over to decide where to put them. The bite mark will go on the side of his neck and the claw marks will be on his chest where you rip the tank top to make it seem like he was attacked or got into a fight. It takes you about 30 minutes to do everything, all that is left to do is put on the fangs but that will wait until after he has eaten dinner.

"Damn, I look good." He looks at himself in the mirror.

You chuckle. "You make a handsome werewolf."

He grins and turns back around. "Thank you for helping me."

"My pleasure. I'm gonna go take care of my own costume, I'll be back." You get off the bed and kiss his cheek on your way out.

You've spent most of the week looking at pictures online for inspiration and after seeing a few creative ideas you have decided to tweak your costume a little bit. You have separated the top from the skirt to wear it alone and instead of the skirt you put on a pair of faux-leather leggings and your black Dr.Martens. You have kept the cape, of course, and after eating you'll add claw marks to one of your cheeks and put on red lipstick.

You head back to Ransom's room once you're dressed.

Ransom lets out a low whistle when he sees you walk in. "Damn, Red. You look good!"

You feel heat creep up to your cheeks. "Too much?"

"No, you look perfect." He grins and gets off his bed to come stand in front of you. "I'll have to keep you close tonight otherwise someone might try to snatch you up." He wraps his arms around your waist.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. "No one's gonna try anything."

"Kitten, have you seen yourself?"

"I did."

"You look hot."

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend." You gently poke him in the chest with your finger and you grin when you hear Chase and Theo coming in. "Food is here!"

"Sometimes I think you like food more than me." He chuckles.

"You both share the number one spot in my heart." You tease him as you take off your cape to go eat while your two roommates are getting ready.

Once you're all done eating you help Ransom with the final details on his costume and finish yours by adding the claw marks to your cheek and putting on your red lipstick and your cape.

Ransom comes to stand behind you to look the two of you over. "We look good."

You chuckle and nod. "We do."

He pulls out his phone and takes a few pictures of the two of you together, you melt at how proud he is.

You leave your room hand in hand to go join Theo and Chase in the living room.

"Aw, look they match." Theo nudges Chase to look in your direction.

"You too." You chuckle. "Maverick and Iceman, reunited." You look at Theo and Chase.

"You look hot, princess." Theo grins.

"Back off, she's mine." Ransom puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest, making you laugh.

"Alright, children." Chase cuts in before things get out of hand between Theo and Ransom who like to have pretend fights together all the time. "Let's party!"

After a special request and as a thank you for all the love you've been showing this story, I have decided to release the new chapter early. I won't be able to do it all the time because I haven't finished writing the story and I'll run out of chapters to post :')

CHAPTER EIGHT

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im-honeybee · 3 years

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DEVILISH || dreamwastaken x reader

requested?: not really.

warnings: suggestive themes,,, semi-smut,,, language,,, use of dream's real name,,, the words "hey mamas" were said, dream is hot,,, i dont go into complete detail with smut but be warned

rating: m, please don't read this if it makes you uncomfortable or you're under at least 15 !!

pronouns: none used, could be read as gender neutral, amab or afab im pretty sure :> (one mention of a clit that can be ignored)

in all your 21 years of living, never had you met someone so much like you.

you were a bit of a player, going through life not caring about peoples feelings. you would flirt with someone, makeout with them, sometimes sleep with them, but you were always gone by the morning. moving around a lot helped with that. you had been often described as DEVILISH, a few people claiming you were heartless.

most recently you find yourself in florida, visiting a friend, when she tells you there's a party going on at this rich guys house.

"c'mon (y/n)! i've heard the guy thats throwing the party has to be like top 5% of rich people!" (f/n) insists, pushing your arm and whining.

"firstly, that's not how the statistic works, and secondly, i thought you knew i hated parties." she gives you a look as you finish talking, causing you to continue.

"sweaty drunk people dancing, ugly guys who think they have a chance, need i say more?" you list, watching as her face drops.

she rolls her eyes, "you may meet a guy or girl or someone else who is interested in just sex! who knows, but you should really come. maybe break a few hearts."

you think for a second, considering her words. she's right! you're in a new state and it's your first night here, why not find a random cute hookup? as long as you're safe it should be fine.

you sigh dramatically causing her to gasp, "that's a yes! okay let's get dressed! the party starts in like 15 minutes but we'll be fashionably late so its it's fine."

you spend about 45 minutes on hair and makeup, going with a heavy eyeliner look, waterproof incase you do end up with someone by the end of the night. the outfit is a simple dark purple dress that clings to your body, and fishnets underneath.

as you guys pull up to the guys house- mansion you gasp, "holy shit you weren't kidding."

you're driving, not liking to drink and you let out a laugh as his gates open to let you in. "who the fuck is this guy?"

your friend laughs too as you park, opening her door to let herself out as you do the same.

as you guys walk in you see the party in full swing, the led lights on a pretty purple color, complimenting your look perfectly.

a guy with short brown hair walks up to you, offering to take your jackets. "hey mamas-"

he gets cut off by another guy with fluffy brown hair elbowing him. "he means hi and welcome. this is his party."

"really?" your friend asks, intrigued.

a different guy, shorter than the other two by a bit walks up as well. "yep, he lives here with his buzzkill of a roomate clay."

"i'm sapnap by the way." the first guy says, offering his hand.

after making quick introductions to everyonein the small group you blurt out, "fucking shit your house is huge dude! what do you do for a living, rob banks?"

sapnap laughs as you all walk over to a closet to put your jackets in. "HA no actually its my roommate who spent the most on this house. and would you believe me if i told you we were youtubers and twitch streamers?"

"not in the slightest." you shake your head.

"well then i guess we aren't."

you give him a weird look, shrugging as (f/n) walks off talking to alex and karl, the other guys sapnap was with.

"and where is this rich roomate?" you ask, nudging him with your elbow playfully. you like this guy, not in like a dating way but you can appreciate his company.

"editing. he said he would be down within at least 2 hours." he answers with an overdramatic eye roll, making you nod.

you two get to know each other for about 15 minutes when you suddenly get the urge to use the bathroom.

"where's the bathroom?" you ask him after a few moments of silence in a break in conversation.

"there's one down here but i just saw a couple walk in there, there should be a free one up on the srcond floor." he answers, standing up and, after helping you up too, walking over to where karl and alex are.

you have no idea where your friend is but you aren't too worried seeing as you haven't been here for long.

you walk up the stairs as streets by doja cat starts to play, walking past a few couples making out and some people coming downstairs.

you wander around the second floor, only finding empty bedrooms until you open a door with a person on the other side.

a tall tan guy with blonde hair is on a large bed with neon green bedding, in grey sweatpants and a loose dark green shirt. he has his headphones in and he looks extremely focused.

this must be clay, sapnap's "buzzkill" roomate.

you walk up to the extremely attractive man, patting the bed next to him. he blinks up at you, clicking his space button and taking his headphones off which gives you a chance to see his freckled face and gorgeous green eyes.

"where's the bathroom? sapnap said it was somewhere up here but gave me no direction and your house is huge."

the attractive man lets out an attractive laugh.

"yeah sure there's one right down the hall at the end, i also have one attached to my room you could use?"

before you get the chance to answer, he speaks again. "also can i ask your name?"

"(y/n)." you answer simply.

you decide to take him up on the offer of his own bathroom, walking in there and doing what you need to. as you wash your hands you look and see your lipgloss is a bit smudged. fixing it, you give yourself a smile, you look hot.

walking out, you see he has set his lap top to the side, closing it entirely.

"so (y/n), do you want to sit and talk to me for a bit?" the smirk on his face is a dangerous one, devilish even.

you nod with a smirk of your own, sitting next to him on the bed. you spend a good amount of time looking at each other.

after a good few seconds you notice he's leaning in and don't hesitate to return his kiss.

the two of you passionately meet in a clash, the kiss full of want and lust.

a few minutes later he's pick you up and placing you on his lap.

as you start to subconsciously grind you hear him gasp a bit, making you smile into the kiss. you continue to do so when he grabs your waist, moving you at his own slow pace. you start to feel a bit needy, feeling him harden beneath you.

you can hear the song swim by chase atlantic play from downstairs as you attampt to move your hips faster, harder, anything.

"did i say you could move on your own?" clay asks in a deep voice, leaning down to kiss and bite at your neck.

you whine a bit, letting out a gasp of your own when he sucks particularly hard in a certain area.

after a while of just mvoing against him he gets impatient and flips you over, ripping your fishnets at your center. you gasp, "you bitch i payed for those!"

"i'll buy you new ones." he insists, rolling his eyes and going to his dresser, returning seconds later with a condom.

"are you sure about this?" he asks with a calm look.

"of course i am, are you?" you quip back.

he nods moving, your underwear to the side, his finger grazing your clit. your back arches a bit, his eyes darkening at your response to his touch.

he tugs down his own pants and underwear before putting on the condom, lining himself up with your entrance.

as he pushes in you both let out a deep and shaky breath. he stretches you more than anyone ever has, you take a few seconds to adjust.

you give the okay in the form of a nod after a few seconds, the pain still slightly there but the pleasure over taking it.

he starts to slowly move in and out of you, making sure to go as deep as possible, "shit (y/n)." he hisses out.

you lay there for a moment after the two of you finish, wiping away sweat with a towel.

"i-" you start.

"let's-" clay goes to speak.

the both of you laugh and you gesture for him to speak.

"i was gonna ask if we could maybe keep this on the dl? it's just- i don't want my friends to be weird about it. uhm what were you going to say?" his statement makes you want to laugh.

"i was saying i don't live here so this is most likely the last time we will ever see eachother. "

he raises an eyebrow as DEVILISH by chase atlantics' last few lines play.

im devilish, yuh

(a/n: my first imagine/oneshot on tumblr !! im very much used yo wattpad so excuse me if this isnt good, if you want a part 2 tell me !!)

#dreamwastaken x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken smut #dream smut

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wandassitcom · 2 years

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What A Coincidence.

Boyfriend by Dove Cameron - Parody

ship: Wandanat - Tasha's POV

warnings: heavy(ish) makeout, technically cheating

word count: 666

i got the idea from someone's description, creds to them for the first idea i saw! there won't be any real smut in here though, dw dw

this didn't turn out exactly how i intended but it's halfway decent, this is also my first real post- so if you have any suggestions please let me know!

stark had decided he wanted to throw a random party, i didn't have much else to do. it was a saturday night, and it was party or read alone at home. i clearly chose the fun option. i watch as she walks in with no one following after her. wanda and vision had been dating for a while, but on this day they had been in a heated argument. i take a sip from my cocktail, watching her carefully. clint, my best friend, nudged my arm to bring me out of my daze. "go talk to her, it could be your only shot." i sigh. "she's taken clint, they're happy together." he practically laughs out loud. "what?" i ask with a smirk, knowing what he's gonna say. "you know that's not true. go, you'll regret it if you don't." i sigh louder this time, ensuring he hears me. he shakes his head and chuckles. q"it's your choice tasha, i'm just spitballing." i nod and finish my drink, order a shot, down it as well, then walk over to her with a prominent smirk. "hey, i can't believe i almost went home." i say confidently to which she rolls her eyes. "what do you want romanoff?" she groans. "i just wanted to say hi, i don't see your little bot-friend anywhere." i tease with a grin, she scoffs "no funny business. just because he's not here doesn't mean anything." my smirk falters slightly, which doesn't go unnoticed, i softly grab her wrist to pull her from the heat of the crowd. "i could be a better boyfriend than him, ya know?" she scoffs "don't flatter yourself romanoff. it was one argument." i shake my head "i could do that shit he never could, up all night. i won't quit." she glares at me. "plus, all my clothes would fit- and be actual clothes." the witch shakes her head. "i would be such a gentleman." her rbf doesn't falter once. "i don't need to tell you all the ways he can't suffice, you and i both know that. if i could give you some advice, i'd leave with me tonight." i lead her further from the crowd and to a quiet room in the compound. "ladies first, i insist." i say as a way to prove my earlier statement, she walks in and shakes her head again. "i dunno romanoff, i made a promise..." she leans against a wall. "i would have never left you alone here on your own with all these people, glued to your phone, waiting for someone else to take you home." she bites the inside of her cheek, her eyes flickering down to my lips briefly then back to my eyes. she's thinking, i'm getting to her. "are you trying to steal me from him or something romanoff? or do you really want what's best for me?" i lick my lips, "maybe a bit of both, but if all you take from this is that you deserve better than a toaster, then i see it as a win." her eyes fall back to my lips as she grabs my arms and pulls me into a deep kiss, i move my hands to hold her wrists against the wall. her hands delicately fall around the back of my neck, i feel her playing with my hair. a sudden tug causes me to gasp, she doesn't hesitate to slide her tongue into my mouth. i moan softly and try to pull back, but she holds me there. my brain kicks into overdrive. "wans-" i mumble, "shut up draga" she responds and switches who's against the wall, pulling back. "i guess you changed your mind-" i laugh nervously, still shocked and slightly panicked. "maybe. what happened to all that confidence, hm?" she teases with a smirk and leads me back to the heat of the party. "so you're coming with me tonight-?" she glances back at me and smiles softly. "i'll think about it."

#wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanov #natalia romanoff #wanda maximov #avengers fanfiction #mcu imagine

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macgyverseries · 3 years

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rebutting and debunking frequently used arguments against macriley

I made this 10-page google doc rant a while ago, but I never ended up posting it. Today, however, I woke up and chose violence. So here it is: my thoughts on frequently used arguments against macriley.

I took some quotes and arguments that people put online (reddit, tumblr..), and I debunked them all :p I feel like I always see the same arguments all the time, and I’m honestly getting a little tired of hearing them. I’m here to settle this once and for all.

and yes, i did manage to cut down the google doc by 3 pages :D (but it's still long af so rip my brain)

1.”Mac and Riley are siblings because Jack is their father”

I can (mostly) get behind the argument that Mac and Riley shouldn’t be in a romantic relationship because of their super strong friendship. Some people really value that sole platonicness, and I get that.

But the argument that I can’t get behind is that: Mac and Riley are siblings because Jack is their father figure”

If you google the definition of “father,” the first result that comes up is: “a man in relation to his children.”

Now, Jack was definitely the father figure to Riley, and I would consider her his child. He raised her. He helped shape her ideals and upbringing.

Mac only met Jack when he left MIT. So it was pretty much after Mac was raised (by Bozer’s parents haha), that Jack really came into his life. Mac already became his own person. (also, I always saw Mac and Jack as more of a bromance)

So because Riley and Mac met Jack at different periods of their lives, and they were raised differently, I wouldn’t say that they were siblings who were raised by the same father.

2. “The show writers left the impression that there was a huge age gap between them”

I understand this a little. I do think Riley was introduced as pretty young and idk naive? Because she was literally in highschool, and then she went to prison, and then she got released into the wild. Personally, when I started watching the show, I googled the whole cast. So I started the show knowing that they were the same age.

And also, the more I got to know Riley, the more that I thought that Riley was more mature and had an old soul herself. I think it was because she was just a dynamic and round character, who is well-developed.

But, I get first impressions. I feel like once you get stuck on an impression, it’s hard to go away from that.

Also, Jack would’ve totally shipped macriley, and you can’t change my mind.

3. "Riley isn't ready for a relationship"

I honestly think that this argument should be more geared towards Mac. He needs to figure himself out and go to therapy ffs. However, this person targeted Riley (the literal queen), so I shall defend her:

I understand wanting Riley to take some time off, and figure herself out before going straight into another relationship with someone. But here’s the thing. Throughout the first few seasons Riley’s character was very well established, and she didn’t have any partners during that time. She has proven that she is a strong, well-rounded, independent woman (with or without a partner). So i think it is valid to say that she isn’t just some girl who only has boy toys. She is much more than that.

My next point is that Riley has made it clear that she wants a lasting relationship with someone who will support her. When talking with Mac in 4.04, we see her express her interest in a stable, healthy relationship. It’s not wrong to go out and look for that potential partner. This applies to everyone (not just fictional characters): It’s going to take a few relationships and self-discovery, to find a good relationship, and people shouldn’t be shamed for searching for that.

Riley has only ever had two major boyfriends that I remember. First was Billy; she took that relationship very seriously. She really did seem happy with him. It was a shame that he cheated on her. Second was Aubrey. She also took that relationship very seriously. She had been living with him for six months (and they even had the cutest date nights!) So I wouldn't say that Riley only has boy toys. She has meaningful relationships.

Lastly, I think this was written when season four started airing, but it’s been over a year (and a pandemic) since Riley has dated. I think enough time has passed.

*4. I had to split this one up because, oh boy, there is a lot to unpack here.

4a. “If that was the direction they’d chosen to take with that relationship from square one… My issue with it is that Mac and Riley were presented to us as friends/ found siblings for three years. There were NO romantic vibes to speak of between them..”

I actually felt the same way about macriley. The thought of them being together in season one, made me want to throw up. I don’t think the writers intended on having macriley, and I was perfectly fine with that.

I know that people look for different things when they ship. Some really like having instant gratification with the spicy, hot, sexy parts of a relationship, like macdesi (which is why I was fine with the idea of shipping macdesi in the past).

I always wanted to see macriley do more: have hot, flirtatious banters/interactions. it can be hard to ship people who seem to be missing that part of the love equation. So i agree. It's definitely strange. And I understand if you genuinely have a hard time seeing the romantic potential of macriley, when the writers have only dragged out and shown us the platonic potential of them.

Also, the reason why it is difficult to see macriley as romantic, was because they ALWAYS PRIORITIZED AND WERE DRIVEN on their friendship. A partner should be friends first, and then makeout buddies second.

But just because people start off as friends, doesn’t mean that they still don’t have that potential to be lovers. Because guess what?! Feelings change. It’s now canon that Riley has feelings for Mac, and Mac always had feelings for Riley (but never acted on it).

I'm sorry, but you like a boomer when you say “bAcK iN mY dAy, tHeY dIdN’t HaVe fEeLiNgS fOr EaCh oThEr.” like okaAAAyyYYyYY????? We are not “back in your day” anymore. We are in the present. We are in today. And today, macriley is real :)

4b. “There’s the incredibly tired trope where long-term coworkers suddenly catch feelings for each other out of nowhere”

Personally, I will never get tired of the friends to lovers trope. I think the fact that Mac and Riley had such a strong friendship and foundation is what makes them perfect. Again, I know that some people just like instant gratification, but I love when a couple can take their time to have depth, emotion, and realness in their relationship.

Obviously I am biased because I have so much love for this trope, it's my favorite trope, but I don't see why you would use the “it’s overused” as reasoning to hate a ship. Just because a trope is used a lot, doesn’t mean it is bad (that’s probably why it is so good lmao). I can understand getting tired of it, and growing a dislike towards a trope. For example, I have grown an extreme dislike towards the love triangle.

A bit of a tangent: But the difference between overusing love triangles and overusing friends to lovers, is that love triangles aren’t just commonly used tropes. They are cliches. They cause unwanted drama and unnecessary hurt to one character. Whereas friends to lovers doesn’t involve as much drama and pain for a character. It is more of just angst between two people. And we know that they will get together eventually with a happy ending. So it was never really problematic.

And even then, the great thing about overusing or utilizing tropes, is that they can act as a guide. It allows the show writers and cast to make it personal, make it their own, adding their own special flair to it

I just don’t see the “this trope is used a lot” as a valid reasoning for disliking a ship .It just seems like this commenter doesn’t like the friends to lovers trope for the sake of not liking it.

I could be very wrong in my assumption of this person’s thoughts on friends to lovers, maybe there is a deeper reasoning as to why they don’t like it, but the tone that i interpreted when i read this section, was that they don’t have a real reason to dislike it, it’s more of just because.

4c.“then there's the fact that Riley had a mostly single Mac in her life for 3-4 years and she never even considered him romantically until he was with someone else”

First: Riley didn’t CHOOSE to fall in love. You may recall that “emotions aren’t a science. You can’t control them.”

Second: Mac was broken up with Desi when she caught feelings for him. Plus, the moment Riley saw that Mac and Desi were getting happy together, she moved out and gave them space. She sacrificed her own feelings for his happiness, despite the fact that her heart was breaking.

4d. “and finally, Mac not only still doesn't seem to even have Riley on his radar in that way but he literally told another woman that he loves her just last week. Neither of them look particularly good here if they get together now.”

I'm assuming that this was written when 4.12 first aired. I'm also assuming that this comment was more directed towards the idea of Mac and Riley getting together immediately at the end of the season, rather than later down the road. I always saw of macriley as more of endgame material. That i would see them get together sometime in the future. So I agree. Macriley getting together during that time period, would be too rushed and unsatisfying.

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So those were most of the supposed arguments that I saw for people who were against macriley, but I also wanted to provide some really good examples of people who were very respectable, and actually had valid reasoning for disliking them.

1. they just don’t like shipping in general

Ships can be annoying af. Seeing people ONLY focus on the ships is sometimes tiring. I, myself, even feel a little guilty making this post, because I need to chill and mind my own business lmaooo. I really should let people do whatever they want to do with their lives, and not get caught up in the ships, but here I am :p

Anyways, I know that there is a lot of unnecessary drama that comes with shipping, and it's tiring to see people constantly go on and on about romance, when there are other perfect things about the show.

2. No matter how hard they try, they just feel it.

This is literally so dumb (and a little hypocritical/self-contradictory), but if you have a gut feeling, and you just can’t get yourself to ship it, I get it. If you truly and genuinely believe that they are best platonic friends, I can't change your opinion. And I have respect for you (if you say it in a kind manner).

Here is a nice example of a person who expressed their opinion in a nice way, with no BS.

So the moral of the story: I can't control your deepest thoughts. I can't control your gut feelings. And that’s okay. But the moment that you start backing up your thoughts and insights with BS reasoning, is the moment that I lose respect for you.

#macriley #macgyver #sorry that was so freaking long

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smndragon · 3 years

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Hello!! This is Dazzle Tarot but that blog is my secondary so it shows my primary blog username :(

Please feel free to call me Suki!!

Gender: Girl/Woman

Pronouns: she/her/hers

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Initials: BDS

And just to clarify, I would like to request for a (f.6.)!!

I honestly don't have any rants about my love life because I'm single like a pringle since birth. There were definitely multiple chances when I could've gone into a relationship, but I felt really uncomfortable and cautious. I feel like I'm very selective on who I let into my "inner circle," so naturally, it was hard for me to think of going into a relationship with someone because then I would have to share a lot of personal things and I don't like doing that when I don't know someone that well.

Thank you so much for doing this game!! It sounds very fun hehe :)

+ Ooh yes of course!! I'm aware that I need to do one for you and one for the other person that's partnering with you. Thank you answering back on my reblog!!

Hii! Talking to you was amazing and I really wanna give you more than this so💀 if you want more just ask. It's partially me being unfair I know but dam your energy is immaculate.

I didn't see any clarification of fs or other so I'm guessing any/random. I DON'T DO THIS OFTEN THIS MAY SUCK ASS

I saw green and envy, this could be something where someone has loved your fire at a young age or time. Middle school or elementary. "Happiness is a butterfly/happiness was a butterfly". A french name or word I can't pick up on or spell properly from my mind. Bouch smth or bougie smth. I see a lot of fire energy. People are mostly attracted to your hips/waist/love handles. You bring new and exciting energy to all of the people who have fancied you. You also have a jealous personality possibly, or some of the people who have liked you have. This is a great turn on to them and even future relationships, you may want to watch that habit though because one I see doesn't much like that. I see some blood kinks or something related to that. It's honestly kind hard to read for this lemme think. I see some kind of ocean somewhere, you may like public sex in private areas or when you're at risk of being caught, I feel some people pick up on that, like a desire you refuse to acknowledge but truly want with someone. The intimacy of not caring. People like your laugh, while sometimes they'd call it weird they find it hot, for others it annoys them so much they just want to makeout with you right then and there, holding your face so tight all they can hear are your moans and whines. People experience a feeling of euphoria around you, a found pride and happiness that may go close to the lower area immediately. People may assume you're gay at times lol, I see some women here. Idk what to really say lol, it seems wherever you go you bring the sun of lust and pleasure with you. Something that your admirers can't stand the thought being restricted from. The embrace and feeling of having you for even a night. I see a few one stand people, they just wanna go and leave but they know you can't get into something like that and you don't deserve it. People like when your sarcastic side comes out too, it makes a few hot and bothered for unknowns reasons. Istg some people just want you to breath in their face or step on their stomachs. If you have a likeness for singing then you may wanna do it more often, if you don't but want to then maybe get started cause a whole love life may come with this and performing somewhere. I see pools of that liquid which we don't speak of that makes babies. Some are attracted to your ass honestly, imagining using it to their fullest fantasies and lying with it close to their bodies. I feel you may have been friend once or twice there lol, or somewhere else which was not okay at all due to consent reasons I JUST REALIZED IM SEEING GF TOMORROW.

You walking comes to mind a lot, just simply walking. That's all. That turns people on my god girl you go shit. I feel you may have issues with your image but you're more beautiful then ever in other people's eyes. Okay nonsexual time cause for some reason I can't get clear lol. It just feels like you always manage to make people surprised or question. Making them curious and anxious. Have you ever noticed people who have shaky hands or are messing with their hands talking or near you? Yeah. Those people can't handle your amazing presence. You look back and they get so caught you may catch them staring for longer than intended. I feel a few actually had a few dirty dreams about you while trying to focus. The way you get stuck in someone's mind makes them almost go crazy, begging themselves to speak to you to calm the thoughts. Many refuse though, intimidated and worried you'd not be interested or don't deserve someone like them but much more.

You are a light my love, that's all I see is true. Wearing shorter and more fitting clothes is hot to others, though the baggy style makes you look cute and they love it when it catches around your wrist. Others want you to be confident, I sense many people who are energy pick ups around you. They see when you struggle and no matter how intimidating you are they try to help or wish to. If you have a birthmark or beauty mark people like seeing it, they think it's gorgeous against your skin.

I'm out lol I'm so sorry if you want more feel free to ask I feel this wasn't satisfying enough

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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Studio Sessions 3

It's Min Yoongi's birthday and you're ready to give him whatever he wants. When he makes a sarcastic wish while blowing out the candles he didn't think you'd take it seriously. But he's glad you did.

When word spreads about these special "Studio Sessions" everyone wants to collaborate. A chaptered 0T7 smut.

These stand alone but you won't want to miss reading all of them!

The Collaborators

Part One : Taehyung

Part Two: Jimin

This one gets a bit rough 18+

The Namjoon & Hoseok Collaboration

You made your way through the maze of BigHit hallways, mission: Hobi and Joon.

The practice rooms were all on the lower levels, fully equipped with cameras, sound systems, mirrors and everything else you'd need to make your "video". Inhaling deeply you pushed the doors open, this was going to be a challenge.

Hobi was working on choreo and Joon was on his phone, their attention shifting to you when you locked the door. "Are we in trouble?" Namjoon laughed.

"I guess that depends on how you look at it." you answered. "I'm going to cut to the chase guys, we need to have sex."

Namjoon laughed nervously, "I guess it's been a while but I wouldn't say I need to."

Chiming in Hobi added, "I just had sex last week...and you and Yoongi have sex all the time?" You walked over to the motion sensor camera and flicked it on, enabling the direct share.

"I mean, we have to have sex together."

They stared at each other and both started laughing. "Is this some kind of joke?"

The stereo was next, syncing it to your Bluetooth you put on your makeout playlist and sent Yoongi his link to watch the recording. "No joke, it's Yoongi's birthday wish that I get the shit fucked out of me."

Hobi grabbed a bottle of water, "I don't believe it, why us? This has to be a set up."

You walked over to him grabbing the bottle,"It's no fucking joke Hoseok, I just found out that my boyfriend and you fucked, now I want my turn."

Namjoon's face went completely red, "is this your first time finding that information out too?" you questioned him.

"So this is a revenge thing? Because that was years ago, it's not like he cheated on you." Hope was getting defensive.

"Not revenge at all actually, I just don't think it's fair that he's had your dick in his ass and I haven't." Walking over to the lights you turned the dimmer switch.

"I don't think I need to be involved in this." Namjoon moved to the door.

"Listen, call Taehyung, just ask, ask him about how he got to fuck me while Yoongi watched."

Their jaws dropped and neither moved to make that call. Holding up your phone you hit Tae's contact and put it on speaker. He answered "hello" groggily, "Hey, were you sleeping? Did I tire you out today?" you asked.

He chuckled, "You did, I'm just resting up in case you want to go again."

You raised your eyebrow at Joon, "I do, that's why I'm calling. I need your help."

You could hear him shifting, "Fuck Y/N, Yoongi wasn't kidding. You really are insatiable. Where do you want me? Are you still in the studio?"

You giggled at his exuberance, "Sorry Tae, you already had your turn. I'm here with Hobi and Joon and it seems they're not as eager as you were."

"Namjoons a prude, and I'm pretty sure that while Hope swings both ways, he prefers guys." Tae's deep voice carried through the studio.

"Hey asshole you're on speaker." Hope countered back.

Tae chuckled, "You're liars if you're going to pretend you haven't thought about it. Yoongi Hyung is giving you a free pass to fuck his girlfriend and...ten out of ten, I highly recommend it."

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Yoongi watched the livelink, his monitor displaying you circling the two men like prey. They were reluctantly giving in to your advances as you dissolved what little will power they had. He had to give them credit for at least questioning your motives unlike Jimin and Taehyung.

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Hanging up the call with Taehyung you waited for their answer.

Hoseok moved towards you while looking into the camera to address Yoongi. "So you never told her that we used to be a thing? You didn't want to tell her why we always chose each other as roommates? Too embarrassed to tell her how good I used to fuck you?"

He was standing in front of you, "Show me Hoseok, show me how he liked to be fucked, please...I want it...want you."

Grabbing your hair and pulling your head back he licked from your collar bone to your chin. "Does he still like it rough?" You went weak in the knees, you'd never expected this from happy little Hobi.

Namjoon was standing by the door contemplating whether or not he should flee the room. His phone vibrated.

Yoongi: It's okay, just fuck her.

Mentally wrestling his morals Joon moved to the makeup chair.

Hobi lifted your dress and pulled your underwear down. "Oh look Joon, she's got a really pretty shaved pussy."

He stuck his finger between your legs and quickly dipped it inside you. "Wet little slut." He said as he pulled out the slick covered digit and licked it clean.

"She's tasty Yoongi, If she were mine I'd never take my face out of her cunt."

He certainly knew what he was doing, a perpetual showman. You wondered how Yoongi was feeling watching the performance being put on just for him?

Grabbing your hair again he pulled you over to Namjoon, "I think our leader needs some convincing."

Joon didn't want to look you in the eye, he really was a prude. Removing every piece of clothing you stood naked presenting yourself before him, "You don't have to do this Y/N." His face finally turning to meet yours.

"I want to," you let your fingers caress your breast, "Don't you want me Joon?" Leaning over you brushed his cheek and moved in to place a small delicate kiss on his lips.

Dropping your hand between his thighs you could feel his swelling bulge. "Haven't you wondered what it would feel like to be inside me…" you undid his zipper, "I know you've heard Yoongi and I through the hotel wall. Did you ever get off listening to us fuck?"

He groaned, his dick was full and ready, all sensibility shifting from his brain to his crotch. He grabbed your head with his large hand and pulled you onto his lips kissing you. "You have no idea how many times I've had to touch myself listening to you cum."

Hoseok stood pants down, already stroking himself. "Let's get these off," you motioned to their clothes.

Standing up you finally got a look at both their bodies. You always knew Joon was thick, his body was muscular but you never expected him to have a fat cock. The anticipation of him stretching you out made you somehow impossibly hornier.

Hobi was very much like his frame, long and thin, the kind of cock that could hit deep. He, just like you, was completely clean shaven.

Dropping to your knees you grabbed them, one in each hand. Your mouth moving back and forth trying to give them equal attention. Every now and again you'd make sure to stare into the camera, reminding Yoongi that it was him on your mind. Saliva dripping off their cocks as they praised you, you wondered, was he watching?

Helping you up from your knees both men stationed themselves on either side of your body. A sheer wave of ecstasy ran through you as they each attached themselves to a nipple.

"Oh my god, fuck, someone needs to fucking get their fingers inside me... I'm going to cum so hard."

As good as having your tits sucked felt, having them both sucked at the same time was mind blowing.

Hope's long fingers made their way inside you pumping and rubbing your g spot mercilessly until you squirted all over the studio floor.

"Are you ready to get that ass fucked now baby?" Hoseok looked at you with greed in his eyes.

Taking Joon by the hand and leading him to the bench you pumped his cock, "only if I can take you both at the same time."

Both men moaned audibly at the idea. "Lay down on your back," you instructed Joon. Straddling him you sank down slowly onto his red weeping dick.

As predicted, he filled you perfectly, pussy lips stretched around him tightly. Hobi stood back cupping his balls waiting his turn.

"Fuck Joon your cock is phenomenal." Your cunt was so needy he slid in and out of you with ease, covered in your thick cream.

"Are you ready Hope?" He grinned like the Cheshire cat moving behind you.

Sticking his fingers in your mouth he stroked them over your tongue. Pulling them back out, strands of saliva landed on your back before he eagerly stuck his pointer straight into your ass.

"Nice and relaxed, I bet Yoongi fucks your little hole all the time doesn't he?"

When you didn't respond he sharply smacked you leaving a bright red welt across your ass cheek.

"Fucking answer me." He was unexpectedly rough, but it was okay. You wouldn't let him break you.

The Second finger went in deep and fast with no warning as you gasped for breath. Joon pulled your face down, "relax and focus on me."

The contrast between Joon's gentle ways and Hobi's roughness created a perfect balance of pleasure and pain. Leaning into him you kissed his lips as Hobi began pushing his cock into you.

"Good girl," he purred as he picked up speed. "Who's better at fucking your ass...hmmm me or Yoongi?"

You didn't answer and his hand struck you again. "I asked you a fucking question baby girl?"

Tears rolled down your cheek landing on Joons face. "You need to answer me."

Trying to distract yourself, you pressed your lips to Joons and ground yourself into his pubic mound stimulating your clit. Pulling your hair and yanking you away from Joon he asked again.

"Yoongi!

_______________________________

Was it going too far? He couldn't tell. You hadn't used the safe word but he had never been this rough with you. When you called his name he jumped from his chair ready to run to the practice room. Hand about to turn the handle your words made him go back to watching.

_______________________________

"Fucking Yoongi! Your cock is nothing compared to his."

Another hard slap landed across your flesh but this time you laughed. "Is that all you have?"

Fucking yourself harder against him you refused to let him have the upper hand. "No wonder he never told me about you if this is all you've got."

Aggression and anger filling the air, you were all erotically charged. Everyone thrusting harder and faster you came, squeezing Namjoon inside you. "Can I cum in you?" He panted. No sooner than the yes left your lips his cum was shooting inside you. Hoseok was hanging onto your hips like a vice as he found his end pulling out and cumming on your back.

_______________________________

Yoongi left his studio in a rush to collect you. He knew your physical tiredness would be compounded by the emotionally draining exhaustion from this round. He just wanted to take care of you.

_______________________________

Joon hugged you while Hoseok apologized for taking things too far. Reassuring him everything was okay between you, you kissed his cheek.

Turning the lock and twisting the handle Yoongi stood waiting. He pulled you into his embrace and kissed your forehead, "Are you okay, do you want to stop?"

You kissed the back of his hand, "Do you really think I'm going to give up when I'm one away from Jeon Jungkook?"

_______________________________

Jin

Jungkook

Yoongi

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Episode 2x04 - What if God Was One of Us

EPISODE SUMMARY:

AN ACT OF GOD — On the verge of a breakthrough in her quest to save Max (Nathan Dean), Liz (Jeanine Mason) turns to Kyle (Michael Trevino) for one last favor that could potentially land him in hot water. Meanwhile, Michael (Michael Vlamis) and Alex’s (Tyler Blackburn) investigation into Nora (guest star Kayla Ewell) leads them to a farm, where they meet a historian named Forrest (guest star Christian Antidormi). Elsewhere, Cameron (guest star Riley Voelkel) confronts Jesse Manes (Trevor St. John) about her sister’s whereabouts, and Isobel (Lily Cowles) uses her powers for good. Amber Midthunder also stars. Shiri Appleby directed the episode written by Steve Stringer & Christopher Hollier (#204). Original airdate 4/6/2020.

DETAILS:

Roy said that he took veterinary training, which is how he was able to help with Louise and Nora's injuries.

"How come it feels like you don't know what I'm saying, but you know what I'm thinking?"

Roy moved the truck (with the pods in it?) to the livery.

"Boss's wife won't let him blame the drought on God so that honor goes to his foreman -- that's me."

Kyle on The Science:

"You're telling me that Michael Guerin used pinball parts and a car battery to cause cutaneous perfusion?

(Cutaneous perfusion...i think it is circulation of fluid/blood through tissue, but it's a bit above my head)

The device Liz needs is a "Personal Genome Machine". She ordered it when she still worked at the hospital.

Before entering the Crashdown, Graham Green tapes a Missing sign on the door for Hank Gibbons (who Noah killed in 1x13). Apparently someone covered it up.

The sign is HARD to read, but I think it says:

"All viable leads reported to Graham Green's UFO Emporium will receive a free keychain. Make certain you subscribe to the Weekly Probe as we dive deeper into the untold stories of Roswell and answer the question on everyone's mind. ARE YOU NEXT?"

Graham Green references that he's the "creator of last week's 39th most downloaded true crime podcast." (Assuming that this is the Weekly Probe, referenced on the poster).

Graham Green is opening a 1947 themed malt shop at the UFO Emporium

U.F. Doughs (the Crashdown's new donuts).

Isobel's been coming to the Crashdown every day for weeks. (Note that this episode is the first one that really doesn't have a clear time context).

"Feliz cumpleanos, mama!" Happy birthday in Spanish, of course, but note Kyle's choice term of endearment for fic purposes! And she responds in kind "Gracias, mijo!" (Mijo = male version. Arturo calls Liz mija = female version)

"A wild Michael Guerin finally emerges from his weeks-long hibernation in a lab and a library."

Again, non-specific time frame.

"When every other farm was struggling, the Longs experienced record-breaking crops. Summer of '47. No one could explain it…till October '48. The day after that photo ran in the paper, the farm was devastated by a massive fire. Foreman, entire staff killed. Whole place burned down."

"What caused the fire?"

"Well the paper called it an act of God. Said it was a freak storm. Bolt of lightning strikes the barn the same night that my mom's caught and locked up in Caulfield."

Wyatt Long's horses are named "Diamond" and "Silk".

Jesse Manes' beer of choice is "Polestaff".

Cam's postcard from Charlie (Likely the reason she came back to Roswell) says:

"See you back in Roswell --Charlotte"

Top left corner says "Greetings from Roswell, NM".

It was mailed to Jenna at the Green Hill Motel in Dayton, Ohio.

Jenna says it's not Charlie's handwriting.

Isobel in the mindwarp: "And what's your dream, Arturo? What would be your miracle? What do you pray for?"

Arturo & Rosa's fight…

"Did that fool give you drugs? I'll kill him!"

"Ow! You're hurting me! That's child abuse!"

"Everything I do I do to hold you up and you see it as abuse. I don't know what to do anymore!"

"Yeah right." Rosa falls down and laughs.

"This isn't funny! Sheriff Valenti won't give you any more chances."

"You should be happy. You wanted me to be on the field hockey team, remember? You said I should make friends and have good American fun."

"Who sold you the pills?"

"I stole them."

"Was it Frederico?"

"You wouldn't believe me."

"Tell me the truth!"

"It was Mom! She's either too high to notice that they're missing, or she knows and she doesn't care."

"You're lying to me. I don't know how to help you."

"So stop trying then. I'm beyond hope anyway, right? That's what everyone else in this town thinks."

"Maybe you're right. I'm going for a drive."

Arturo tried to register with Instagram as PancakePapi!! He ended up with PancakePapi58!

Scene with Steph and her dad...FIRST MENTION OF SOPAPILLAS ON THE SHOW!!! 🤤🤤🤤🤤 (They're the best...in New Mexican restaurants they're like, both an appetizer and a dessert. They're like hollow fried bread that you eat with honey. Delicious.) See here:

Plus it gave the show another opportunity to be authentically New Mexican through food references. (Last season it was in episode 2 when Arturo asked,"red or green?" And Liz replied "Christmas!". In New Mexico that means half red half green chile smothering her plate.) Like so:

1948...unclear how much time has passed, but Louise says months.

The kid's name is Walt. (Walt Long?? Some other last name?).

Nora says that under the tarp is the "pumpkin launcher" and it's a surprise.

Nora says it's not safe for Michael here, "but soon."

"Hey do you smell that? It smells like rain. It's what you smell like under all the grease and bourbon. It's what your workshop smells like. Something alien happened here. Not that I can still smell it 70 years later."

"This is the best evidence I've seen that Max and Isobel's mother survived the initial firefight. This is something that you do with family."

"Nora's my mother. If she was here at the same time as Louise…"

Note - when did they confirm who Louise was or that she was Max & Isobel's mom? This has not happened narratively yet.

Since Walt was a young kid, Alex thinks there's a chance he's still alive (though at the end Nora definitely thought he died when the barn blew up. I suspect that Walt survived and is the key to the story...not fact, just speculation.)

Forrest: "The foreman, Roy Bronson, was definitely hiding something. But it wasn't Little Green Men. It was Nazi spies."

"This is like Junior Year eraser room, getting caught by Coach Wiggins."

OG callback to the eraser room being the high school makeout spot. OG, "the eraser room takes our innocence."

Rosa in Spanish "¿En serio?" Basically "are you serious!?!" Or "really?" When the blender shorts out (awfully similar to her first Noah nightmare in 2x01)

"...when Charlie told me she had stole classified documents, I reported her. I thought I was doing the right thing and the military put her in prison."

"Right. Where she was safe."

"No. I… I didn't know who she really was when I turned her in. I didn't know what prison would do to her."

"She wanted you to turn her in, Jenna. She set you up to do so. She knew that as long as she was in government custody no one could get to her."

"Charlie fought in two wars. Who was she afraid of?"

"A private securities firm, most likely. You know that I met her? She was working on this genetic sequencing project that had the potential to save lives, but also destroy them. And there were some people out there who saw applications for her research that went beyond her intentions."

"She was doing research that could help save lives, and people wanted to use it to create a bioweapon."

"Well yeah, she created this pathogen that could seek out and dismantle specific sequences. Just think about it -- a smart bomb that could be detonated in the middle of a crowded city, only harm it's intended target. Think about the innocent civilian lives saved while you take out leaders of terrorist organizations."

"Or commit genocide. If her work fell into the wrong hands, it could quietly wipe out entire groups of people because they share a certain genetic code, while their neighbors go about living their lives. Why do you know so much about this? What's your interest in my sister?"

"I believed that I had a use for her pathogen, at one time. But my fight is over now."

A few notes about this exchange.

Clearly Charlie's pathogen is the key ingredient in the smart bomb that Flint was developing, as discussed in 1x12.

Liz's "personal genome machine" can break down the alien genetics and give Project Shepherd what they need to use a smart bomb on the aliens.

Don't forget, her lab is protected by Air Force security set up by "Alex's team". (Badbadbadbad!)

Rosa describing her bipolarism.

"I get these mood swings sometimes. Like, I can be happy and singing one minute, and then, all of a sudden, this darkness just closes in over me, and I have all these voices telling me that I'm worthless."

Jesse gives Cam the name of the security firm looking for Charlie. We don't see the name of it. He warns her to be careful. "I may be hobbled but they are not."

"Now, you were hunting aliens, and I gave you Max's name. Why didn't you lock him up in Caulfield with the rest?"

"I don't know. I guess I feel like there's a story unfolding in Roswell. Has been for more than 50 years. You can't blame me for wanting to see how it ends."

Catherine Zeta-Jones in a laser maze -- Liz is referencing the 1999 movie Entrapment.

Liz trying to science-intrigue Kyle….

"Interesting historical footnote. There was an internment camp in Roswell. Nazi POWs built half this city. Hence the iron crosses. My great-great grandfather BoDean's foreman got busted for hiding a couple of women here. According to him 'A couple Nazi spies escaped and strudeled their schnitzel for room and board right here on this very farm. See, I was never really as into shooting squirrels as Wyatt is, so, when I came out here for summers as a kid, my cousin Kate and I -- we'd prowl the property for artifacts."

"You know, what we're doing you and me -- it doesn't only have to be for Max...once Max is healthy, we could use this genome machine to Target cellular apoptosis. I mean, we could craft polymerase sequencing in human DNA. We don't have to stop. We have no boards, no restrictions…"

Apoptosis is also sometimes referred to as "cellular suicide" or "spontaneous single cell death".

Polymerase is like the building blocks of DNA.

In other words, Liz is really, really smart.

FORREST LONG!!!!!! 😂😂😂.

Alex on the bullet shells: "These match the M1917s the airmen used in '48.

"They were scattered all over the property. Legend has it the Nazis we're building some kind of bomb in the barn. Then one night the Air Force showed up."

"The night of the fire."

"The blaze burned so hot it turned sand to stone. Papers say that lightning struck the barn and everyone died in the flames, but...that's bull. See I think the Air Force covered up the massacre that happened when they discovered that weapon.

A few things on this scene…

Forrest mentions his cousin Kate...Wyatt's sister who was murdered by Noah in 2008. So Forrest is Wyatt Long's cousin.

Substitute Nazi for alien and it's probably all based somewhat based in truth. In the 1940s that definitely would have been a reasonably obvious way to cover it up, especially given the history that Forrest cites and the military culture in Roswell.

Note: POW = prisoner of war

The iron crosses Forrest references…

Article on the German POWs in the Roswell Daily Record…

Walt was hiding in the barn when Tripp made it explode. Explosion looked shimmery, like the alien ship & tech.

Also, more info than you ever wanted to know about the Roswell Army Air Field/Walker Air Force Base/Roswell International Air Center...including some info on the POWs.

Sheriff Valenti's theory on Noah's death:

"I think Max Evans poisoned Noah and left him in the desert the night of the lightning storm, and I think Isobel Evans was in on it."

Kyle says it would take gallons of acetone to poison someone.

Tripp was Alex's great uncle

Nora was working on a ship to take the pods home.

TRIPP MANES!!! Full name is Eugene Manes III.

Alex finally gives Michael the piece of alien ship he's had. He doesn't want to be another Manes man standing in Michael's way.

Cam's voicemail to Liz.

"Got a lead on my sister. Give me a call when you get that tin-star-wearing E.T. awake, so I can curse him out for worrying us all. Good luck Liz. Bring Max home."

Arturo's Spanish to Liz and Rosa.

"Das gracias a Dios. Gracias todos los dias."

Translates generally to "Thank God. Thanks every day."

Isobel's monologue at the end:

"The idea of God always freaked me out. Like, apparently he made people in his own image, which, first of all, get over yourself. And also, does that apply to us? Does every planet have its own God? Let's say that we're all clones of the big guy in the sky. Well then, doesn't it stand to reason that we're all capable of slinging light? Well I guess by that same token we're all capable of tremendous wrath. We're walking contradictions. A never-ending mercurial rise and fall. Darkness and light. I guess the real miracle is choosing the light. Despite the ever-present darkness. Look at us. You're in the middle of a downright biblical desert, galaxies from where we started. I mean, our very existence is a miracle. I'm capable of so much more than I thought I was, Max. I really think that maybe I could do great things. I need you to come back, okay? I need you to be the thing that I can believe in. That doesn't let me down. I just need this one little miracle, and I promise I won't ever ask for anything ever again."

MUSIC:

1. LEN "Steal My Sunshine"

2. Spacehog "In The Meantime"

3. Duke Ellington "Take It Easy"

4. Maná "Como Te Deseo"

5. Oasis "Don't Look Back In Anger"

6. Ben Harper "Waiting On An Angel"

#roswell new mexico #rnm season 2 #episode details #long post #what if god was one of us #rnm 204

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night how do u do it, how do u make things so gay but also pan but also hilarious?? WIZARDRY. Seriously though it's great XD it feels really organic with the girls especially. like, not forced, or so fast? slow burn but also just... organic, idk XD kinda makes me wonder what your early gay realization was! if that's okay to ask??? feels like u got ur finger on the pulse of 'oh shit i'm gay',,,

*wheeze*

Thank you so much?? (//▽//)ゞ I dunno about finger on the pulse but I do try X) Especially with the queer content! Like, most of the girls are pan (per usual, excepting Crimson, who is pansexual but mostly finds herself homoromantic, and Blade, who just id’s as a big ol’ lesbian), but I specifically wanted to write their fic from a wlw perspective. So it means a lot to hear that you think so! ♡♡♡

as for my ‘realization’ - sure, I don’t mind, heh. But it’s under a cut since it’s not skeleton-related content so people can easily skip it if they don’t wanna read. ┐(´∀｀)┌

Long story short, I was the total quintessential sapphic ‘ahaha, we’re just best friends! I’m just comfortable in my sexuality! She’s just the prettiest, coolest, hottest- oh no she can dance, oh geez I sure do love when we’re working on theater tech together and I’m up in the lighting booth helping her check the spots and oh wow she sure does look Very Good in Those Lights ahahahah-’

(=▿= ||||)

Big case of falling-in-love-with-your-bestie, basically. She was new to the state, no less, and we listened to Fall Out Boy and the Arctic Monkeys and yes even Smashing Pumpkins together,,, she got a record player when we were 16 and hoo boi the baby gay feelings when we had sleepovers and she put on a record and we ended up dancing on her bed with only the fairy lights on in the room;;; Meanwhile, she totally dated multiple guys over the years. Which, fair!

Anyways, cue her between boyfriends when we’re 16 or so, a month after our first water rave (yes, legit a thing, and yes, I legit was lowkey a raver for a few years haha - water raves were done after-hours in an indoor waterpark). Cue another sleepover, just us, this time we were in a pile of blankets in her dad’s small study (downstairs, vs all the bedrooms at her place which were upstairs - so we didn’t have to be as quiet, a perk as a teenager at 2am).

Cue her admitting that the guy she was into basically alluded to intending to ask her out officially the next week (might’ve been a school dance coming up..? probably something like that)… but her also admitting she’d been “curious” about “what it would be like to kiss a girl, y’know-” she had a friend where she’d lived previously that was into girls, etc… heh, any wlw probably gets the vague ‘oh I have a friend who, yknow-’ when trying to hedge about curiousity.

Aaaanyways… she sure did ask my oblivious self if she could ‘try it’ with me XD and my, extremely dense gay ass, sure did say “oh, okay- I mean, I’m comfortable with my sexuality! So, um, if you want to…”

… comfortable with my sexuality, mmmmmhm. (ಠ_ಠ) legit thought I was straight, just an ally, etc. Yep.

Cue smooch that made my poor gay heart flutter. Talkin’ all the good good gay feels. How soft girls are,,, how nice it was that she smelled nice….. how pretty she looked when her eyelashes fluttered closed with the moonlight from the window of course falling over her profile, how cute it was when her leg bumped mine-

Cue me, post kiss, internally saying “yup!! totally comfortable in my sexuality!!!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ “

I never ended up properly confessing to her, btw, but about a year later I finally internally just casually went “oh. huh. shit.” after I got a crush on another girl and couldn’t deny that one as easily XD aaaaand after the aforementioned best-friend-who-was-coincidentally-that-fateful-sleepover-night-my-first-willing-kiss, that same bestie casually invited me to a threesome-makeout with the guy she started dating (who I was acquaintancey-friends with as well). Talk about making that guy’s very confused day when his girlfriend and her best friend took off their shirts after he, looking like he was convinced he was hallucinating, agreed to the situation. Aaaaaaand another threesome makeout with her and a different guy after that boyfriend left for college.

Funny, really, bc looking back it really was a... hm. A loophole, if that makes sense? Basically, I was ‘allowed’ to kiss a girl if it was under the pretense of making a guy’s day.

I mean, still a dangerous game to play, but a loophole in the 2000s nonetheless

I was… a youth……..

And hindsight makes me go “oh gods, yeah, no, I’ve been majorly Not Straight the Whole Time” but shit’s confusing in the best of times, let alone pre-2010s when millenial and older queer folk had the added fun of society being extra dumb-and-or-awful outside of the few carved out Accepting pockets. No judgement if it takes you decades, half your life, whatever. Everyone’s circumstances are different, and I respect the hell outta you and your journey!!

Live your best life, I guess is the moral?? And also go with the flow. But also, if you find yourself kissing someone of a not-’opposite’-gender and thinking “wow I sure am straight, but this happens to be absolutely the best”, maybe consider the… possibilities that you have inclinations towards the delightfully queer end of the spectrum. °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

And now I just take that energy and pour it into making queer characters so… Woo!! Smooch a skeleton, hold hands and be soft,, insert to your heart’s content!

#night answers #personal #(the part under the cut anyways?)#tldr i sure did have my first willing kiss as a wlw kiss bc my best friend at the time was 'curious'#XD #oh feel free to comment btw i always love sharing stories w people #you're not alone whatever your experiences are #including if you've known you're queer but never have kissed someone in your preferred demo #or you're on the aro/ace end of the spec #or you're trans and you technically did but not as your gender you id as and feel complicated about it #we're all in this together and i love and support you!!!#(also i have not raved in years for the record jfc i sure was secretly wild in random ways pff)#((the second threesome-makeout was nearly to third base and in the back of my beatup hatchback and closer by nine inch nails played))#(((my gods that sure did happen)))#Anonymous #also i unfortunately have not smooched a girl in.... like 6 or 7 years rip TvTb 's'okay i'm chill about it though #(my bad ex/most recent ex was a guy and that ended several years ago now so)#(i am nowhere near as wild nowadays XD )

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