#THERE'S ONE ABOUT MY SIXTH GRADE GF IN THERE TOO

[frogmanfae]

I JUST FOUND MY SIXTH GRADE POETRY BOOK ASSIGNMENT AND THE FIRST GODDAMN ONE IS ABOUT JACK X CRUTCHIE FROM NEWSIES

[azuredawn81]

cherry jubilee with macklin!!!

'tis the damn season taylor

road not taken | macklin celebrini x ex gf!reader

♡ summary: everyone dated someone in elementary school. these relationships never lasted. macklin and y/n were no different. after all, their “dates” were just going to the park and drinking caprisuns or sitting on his couch watching pokemon. their “relationship” was just playing together at recess and y/n giving a short kiss on the cheek after his games. but even after their “break-up”, they were still good friends, until he moved in 2019. it’s been years now, with no contact, but now he’s coming back to vancouver to play the canucks.

♡ pairing: macklin celebrini x reader

♡ content: fluff, angst, insecure!macklin

♡ word count: 3k

♡ warnings: none

♡ prompt: ‘tis the damn season - taylor swift

♡ note: this was written with interspersed breaks of holiday inflatables.

♡ taglist: @devilinpradaheels @Summert158 @lekkerfrikandelletje @camiesully

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“so, hometown game,” will began, “how are you feeling?”

“i don’t know. it’s been my goal to be in the nhl, but now, i’m playing against my childhood team.”

“on your other childhood team.”

“the sharks don’t count.”

“i mean, you were a kid when you moved here.”

“the sharks don’t count.”

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macklin sat on the couch, with y/n. it had been such a big day. they had just wrapped up sixth grade, the end of elementary school.

“whatcha thinking about?” she asked, looking up from where she nestled at his side.

“us.”

“specifically?”

“i don’t know. i just like being your friend.”

“i like being your friend too.”

“it’s nice.”

“remember when we got married in your backyard?”

“y/n, don’t remind me.”

“you called me mrs celebrini for a month, until you forgot.”

“didn’t you ask aiden to help you divorce me?”

“maybe.”

“but look at us now.”

“do you wanna go run in the sprinkler.”

“is that even a question?”

she grabbed his hand and they ran next door to her house, into her backyard. her little sister was already playing in the sprinkler, overjoyed to see y/n and macklin.

it was going to be a nice summer.

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he had grown used to the mics all around him, all the time. that was the nature of being 1st overall, a star rookie, a standout player. he had grown used to the world knowing all about his life, his family, feeling like they were entitled to know more than what was already out on the internet.

“macklin! how do you feel about playing the canucks tomorrow?”

”were you excited about going to california?”

“did you miss vancouver?”

“are you excited to be back?”

“i never wanted to leave.”

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“macklin, you’re so weird.”

“no, i’m not!”

“yeah, you are. you’re always with y/n.”

“and?”

“is she your girlfriend or something?”

“not anymore.”

“not anymore? so not even she wants to date you?”

“it’s not like that!”

“do you wish you were dating her?”

“i- she’s my best friend!”

“guys, macklin’s in love with y/n!”

“no, i’m not!”

“loser!”

macklin was quiet the whole car ride home from practice. everything said was true. he was weird. y/n was not his girlfriend anymore. not even she wanted to date him. he did wish he was dating her. he was in love with y/n.

“mom?”

“yes, dear?”

“how did you know you were in love with dad?”

“well, we went to school together and he was just super sweet.”

“would you be sad if he had moved?”

“macklin.”

“mom, it’s an honest question.”

“of course i would’ve been sad. he might not have gotten the chance to tell me how he felt.”

macklin let out a quiet sob. clearly, his situation was hopeless.

“what’s wrong, dear?”

“we’re moving in a few months. and i’ll be in c-california and y/n will be here.”

“i know she’s your friend, but you can make more friends down there.”

“mom, i have a crush on y/n!”

“oh my. now, that’s different.”

“and i can’t do anything about it because we’re moving!”

“mack, don’t start that. you know how much your father’s new job will help our family.”

“i’m her best friend too! she’ll have no one!”

“that’s not true. y/n is a little social butterfly.”

“i can’t leave her here.”

“i get that you’re having all these feelings, but you’re 12. you’ll meet other girls.”

“they aren’t her.”

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macklin sat on his bed in the hotel in vancouver. will was setting up his toiletries in the bathroom.

“it’s nice of them to let us stay a little bit after,” will said, trying to lighten the mood.

“yeah.”

“mack, are you okay? you’ve been moping this whole time.”

“it’s weird, will. this was my team. some of these guys were playing when i still lived here. i’ve seen quinn hughes play here.”

“and now you’re playing against him.”

“it’s weird!”

“there’s something else bugging you.”

“i’m fine.”

“mack, you can talk to me. we’re best friends.”

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mom: look what i found

mom: attachment: one image

mom: i heard she’s going to be there

mack: ok?

mack: i haven’t talked to her since middle school.

mack: i don’t care.

mom: don’t give me that

mom: you two were best friends

mom: you should care a little bit

mack: i don’t

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“c’mon, let’s go explore.”

“i don’t need to explore. i know this city.”

“how long has it been since you’ve been back? c’mon, macklin, let’s go.”

“fine.”

macklin and will made their way out of the hotel, ready to go out on the town.

“do you think you’ll recognize anyone?”

“i hope not.”

will must’ve spoken that into being or something, because right as they turned that corner, mack walked right into someone he knew.

“oh my god, macklin???”

“y/n?” his y/n. “are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m okay.”

“you guys know each other?” will asked, looking between y/n and mack.

“yeah… yeah, we do.”

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macklin couldn’t breathe. y/n had her head on his shoulder, her hands fidgeting in her lap. they were laying in the grass of her backyard, looking up at the vancouver sky together for the last time.

“do you really have to go?”

“i’d stay if i could.”

“you could stay with my family.”

“i don’t think your dad would like that.”

“it’d be fine.”

“he’d make me sleep on the porch.”

“that’s better than you being in stupid sacramento.”

“san francisco.”

“doesn’t matter. it’s not vancouver. it’s not next to me.”

“it’ll be good for hockey.”

“really? leaving vancouver will be good for hockey?”

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

“it’s fine.”

“no, it’s not.”

“macklin, you leave tomorrow. i can’t do anything about it.”

he laced his fingers in hers. “i’m sorry.”

“do you want to spend the night?”

“tonight?”

“well, you won’t be here tomorrow night.”

the two kids giggled as macklin pulled y/n to her feet and they ran inside.

“mom!”

“what is it?”

“can macklin spend the night?”

“tonight?”

“mom, he’s leaving!”

“i suppose. make good choices.”

she took his hand and walked upstairs to her room, the fairy lights creating a warm, inviting feel.

“i don’t have my pajamas.”

“lucky for you, you can’t remember to bring your stuff home.”

y/n opened a drawer, full of his stuff.

“that’s where it all went!”

he took a hoodie and pair of shorts and went to the bathroom to change. y/n put on one of mack’s big shirts, the fabric swallowing her whole. his dad had bought it a few sizes big on accident and never got around to returning it.

“y/n? are you decent?”

“yeah!”

macklin came back in. “remind me to steal my clothes back.”

“nah.”

“you’re the worst.”

they climbed underneath the fluffy pink duvet and just couldn’t stop giggling. “you’re my best friend.”

“you’re my best friend too, mack. always have been.”

“always will be?”

“nah, you’re ditching me and for what? the sharks?”

“y/n, please be serious.”

“of course, you’ll always be my best friend. will i always be yours?”

“duh.”

and there they laid, in y/n’s bed. they just talked and talked, planning visits and to reunite after high school. macklin shared how nervous he was, how badly he wanted to stay with his team, his home, her. y/n listened, her fingers tracing flowers and stars on his arm.

“what if you forget me?”

“like anything else is worth remembering.”

“i’m being real.”

“i won’t. but i have a real concern about you forgetting me.”

“i could never.”

“whatever you say, mr. hockey star.”

“y/n, i could the next mcdavid and wouldn’t forget you.”

“you say that now.”

“not even crosby could forget someone like you.”

“i’m sure he did. cole harbour is a lot smaller than pittsburgh.”

“he definitely visits.”

“yes, but everyone knows crosby. everyone knows mcdavid. everyone knows gretzky.”

“no one knows celebrini.”

“they will. but no one knows l/n.”

“i do.”

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somehow, he’d ended up across the table from y/n at a little coffee shop. her hair was longer, her cheekbones more defined. she was more grown-up, but at the same time, the same girl he left here.

“so, what are you doing back in vancouver?” he asked, not looking up from his water.

“winter break.”

“where are you going to school?”

“university of toronto. great psychology program.”

“nice. i’m here for the game.”

“i know.”

“you do?”

“everyone knows, macklin.”

“so you knew i was on the sharks?”

“i didn’t stop following hockey when you left.”

“you never said anything after the draft.”

“what would i have said? hey macklin, sorry i haven’t reached out since we were thirteen. congrats on going first.”

“that would’ve been something.”

“i’m not the one who gave up.”

“are you saying i did?”

“i’m saying maybe the u14 aaa junior sharks had a little something to do with it.”

“don’t act like that, y/n!”

“you know, i thought for the longest time, maybe hockey just kept you busy and i shouldn’t take it personally. but then i saw that blonde in all your posts.”

“y/n, you don’t get it.”

“this is stupid. why did i bother? you’ve changed, i’ve changed. can’t expect a guy to remember you when he’s got a new toy.”

she stood up and took her espresso with her. “bye mack.”

“no y/n, come back.”

“why?”

“you can’t villainize me for dating someone else. we were friends. and you definitely dated people too.”

“so, let’s call it even. fresh start. i’m here for a few days. let’s catch up, clean slate.”

“i’m going home. you know where to find me.”

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“dude, you got a date or what?”

“or what?”

“is it with that girl.”

“yep.”

“who is she?”

“y/n l/n. my best friend.”

“ouch.”

“sorry, will, she came first.”

“bros before hoes, mack.”

“will, there’s pictures of us in her bathtub in her mom’s scrapbook.”

“damn.”

macklin took a look in the mirror to adjust his tie. “how do i look?”

“snappy.”

“i’ll see you around.”

“use protection!”

“shut up, dude!”

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he stood in front of that familiar house, with the cream walls, the wrap around porch, and the brown door. mrs. l/n’s lavender bushes were still bright and vibrant, even after all these years. he raised his fist and knocked on the door. mr. l/n opened it, his eyes wide in shock.

“macklin?”

“is y/n home?”

he turned inside. “y/n! you have a gentleman caller!”

y/n appeared shortly after, in a little black dress and satin pumps. her makeup was perfect and her hair was in a cute half-up, half-down.

“speak of the devil.”

macklin quickly hugged her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. “missed you.”

“missed you too, big guy.”

“y/n, honey, did you arrange this?”

“yeah, we ran into each other earlier.”

“i see.”

“bye, dad.”

“make good choices.”

she stepped outside, her car keys in hand. she adjusted her purse on her shoulder and switched her keys to the other hand, so she could hold macklin’s.

“so, lily had to use the car for some outing with her boyfriend.”

“so…”

“we’re taking the truck.”

“that’s your dad’s baby!”

“i’m his baby, thank you very much.”

macklin helped y/n into the cab of the truck. “why’d he spring for such tall tires? he works in finance.”

“i barely understand the guy.”

she put the key into the ignition and put her bag in macklin’s lap. “thanks for being my passenger princess tonight.”

“yeah, your dad would kill me if i touched the wheel.”

after she turned the headlights on, she looked over at mack. in his eyes, she saw the same boy who held her hand under the stars, who threatened the playground bullies, who kissed her in order to steal the last cookie. she shook her head like an etch-a-sketch to erase the thought.

“where do you want to go?”

“we could just ride around.”

y/n put the truck in reverse and backed out of the driveway, turning onto the street.

“you’re trouble, celebrini.”

“yeah, but you love it.”

“i missed it.”

“what’d you do without me?”

“cried.”

“actually?”

“yeah.”

“i’m sorry.”

“blame your dad.”

“hey.”

“not like you wanted to leave anyway.”

“i missed you a lot too. california’s got nothing on you.”

“don’t lie.”

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“y/n, did you hear?”

“hear what?” ”macklin’s supposed to be the top draft pick.”

“who?”

“celebrini? our old neighbor?”

“oh, him? cool, i guess.”

that was all anyone ever talked about. her mom, still close friends with robyn would never stop gushing about how great macklin was at hockey. the other people in her grade were thoroughly impressed that someone from little vancouver was going first, as if connor bedard hadn’t done it last year, as if macklin still lived here.

“didn’t you guys date?”

“yeah, in fourth grade.”

“but weren’t you friends?”

“not anymore.”

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macklin celebrini and will smith - two peas in a pod

celebrini and smith - star rookies and best friends

will and macklin - how their friendship is shaping sharks hockey

“i can’t believe this.” y/n said, flopping onto the bed in her dorm. “i’ve truly been replaced.”

“when did you last see each other?” lena, her roommate asked.

“not the point.”

“what’s the point then?”

“he said i’d always be his best friend.”

“didn’t he say that he’d never forget you too?”

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macklin was chatting with will during warm ups when he noticed a sign with his face on it. the sign read “hey #71! i’ll trade you a kiss for a puck!” and had many, many hearts drawn on it.

he skated up to them and said “i need to see your face first!”

they dropped the sign reveal y/n. she made half of a hand heart, which macklin completed.

“meet me by the player tunnel after. name drop me. i’ll get you that kiss!”

“good luck! score a goal for me!”

“i’ll score five!”

macklin did, in fact, not score five goals. he scored two, which was good enough for y/n. she was let into the area by the locker rooms and waited patiently for macklin. eventually, he came out, his hair wet with water from his post game shower. his tie was askew, but that didn’t matter. this macklin - her macklin (not that she’d say that out loud) - looked the same as that macklin, the one who insisted she come to all of his games. he had that same glimmer in his eyes, the same smile when he saw her.

“so about that kiss?” she said, batting her eyelashes.

“i have something to say first.”

“i have something to say too.”

“one?”

“two.”

“three.”

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

“you are?”

“since when?”

“y/n, i’ve been in love with you since we were ten and you asked me to be your boyfriend after grayson julian said she wanted to be my girlfriend. i remember you saying you couldn’t lose your best friend to someone mean like her. i loved you through every bad test, every argument over google slides templates for projects, every mile we had to run in pe. i loved you every mile i flew away. i loved you with every goal i scored, every assist i did, every pass i made. i loved you in san francisco, i loved you in minnesota, i loved you in chicago, i loved you in boston, i love you in san jose, and i love you here, in vancouver, if you’ll have me.”

“macklin celebrini, i am so extremely mad at you.”

“you are?”

“you ghosted me a week after you landed in california!”

“i didn’t know how to manage a relationship at age 13, much less a long distance one!”

“you’re such an idiot.”

“i know, i feel really stupid.”

“but you’re my idiot.”

“i am?”

“mack, i’ve been in love with you since we were nine and we were drinking caprisuns on my couch. i couldn’t get the straw to poke a whole and you took the pouch and did it for me. i was in love with you when you lost games and tournies, when you got picked on for being bad at math, and when we watched the stars in the backyard. i never stopped loving you.”

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macklin couldn’t breathe. y/n had her head on his shoulder, her hands fidgeting in her lap. they were laying in the grass of her backyard, looking up at the vancouver sky together.

“i didn’t want to leave. but i couldn’t stay.”

“mack…”

“if i could’ve stayed, i would’ve. i would’ve slept on your porch and given up hockey if i meant i could stay here, with you.”

“you don’t need to do that.”

“but i would. if i had a time machine, i’d go back and convince my parents to stay.”

“no.”

“what?”

“if you did, things would be different. yes, we might’ve dated in high school, but we also might’ve lost each other.”

“i guess you’re right.”

“aren’t you glad you kept your options open?”

“yeah,” he kissed her cheek, “i really am.”

“the road not taken is looking really good right now.”

“does it?”

“mhm… he’s tall with perfectly tousled hair and probably abs.”

“i’ve got abs.”

“prove it.”

“you’re terrible!”

“you love me!”

“yeah, i do.”

“we could just sleep out here.”

“it’s december in canada. we’re going inside.”

“sounds good, babe.”

“babe?”

“you like it?”

“love it.”

and with that, he took her hand, pulling her to her feet and into his arms. he slipped one hand behind her head, the other one to her waist.

“i think i still owe you that kiss.”

[chososcamgirl]

So um, i feel like saying everything I have been holding up, cuz i feel like i'm gonna explode.

So, it's about an old crush, you see, some years ago i started having a little crush in a friend of mine, who went in my same class since we both met, but you see, everything happened strangely, at first i kind of fell for him and i mean, everything okay until there, but then suddenly one day he confessed to me (i was head over heels for him), i was happy, of course i accepted him and i told him that i felt the same way, but that same day i asked him what were we? Like, boyfriend and girlfriend? Almost something? Or what? And he told me we were too young to be bf and gf at the moment (we were 11 years old both) and then he told me "when we get to be 16 years old, we will be bf and gf" but that never happened

Well, time passed and we both graduated from sixth grade, and then we got to first grade of middle school (seventh grade) and in that year my "future bf" didn’t treated me like if we were something, he kept treating me the same as one of his friends, it was kind of difficult? Hard to believe? I don't know, but i didn’t wanted to show him affection, because i didn’t knew if his friends knew or if he would like me to show him affection, and then the self-esteem problems arrived, i started to consider myself ugly and everything else. Compared with all the other girls, i wasn't even something they would have to bother about, i tried to get along with them, but they just simply didn't wanted me to, and so, i gave up, but one day a friend of mine that was also his friend came to me in class and said "guy told me something (we will name my old crush guy) and i think you are in the right to know about it, tell me when you get home and I'll tell you everything about it" then he went away, when i was walking to my home my guts told me "what if it was all a joke, at the end of the day i'm ugly and nothing like every other girl" (self-esteem problems that i mentioned before) and i was correct it was all a joke that he decided to play on me, and i gave him my everything at that little age, i demostrated him affection and my love, even tho i didn’t knew anything about the topic and i was very shy; i think that's why now i fear of showing affection to others, like for example to my now bf, back to the topic, i didn’t even knew about this from HIM, OUR friend told me and he just answered with a sticker of a spiderman plushie saying "yes" and nothing else; he once told me that i was "special" "nothing like the other girls", and that's not even all; but do you want the next part about all of this so i can get to what's bothering me? cuz this has A LOT to do whit the past and now that he appeared again

LOVE U AND THANKS FOR TAKING YOUR TIME FOR READING THIS AND ANSWERING IT AND EVERY OTHER ASK THAT GETS TO YOU, AND GET BETTER IN EVERY WAY🗣🗣🗣💗💗

wuisa :( men ain’t shit trust me. you’re still so young!! don’t get caught up on some guy and definitely don’t get hung up on him😭 you’ll have more experience and more chances with other people, with BETTER people. he doesn’t deserve you and you definitely deserve a million times better🙂‍↕️ don’t fret angel, things will pass by and this will all seem silly in the future <3

[mitchiegonewild]

aot: the mitchie cinematic universe

okay so im just gonna write down some of my aot headcanons in a modern setting bc like...im right. anyways:

eren and armin met on reddit

erens a reformed brony but it’s still a comfort show of his

armin defends furries (as he should)

he also got sasha and connie to go to furcon and at first he was nervous abt taking him because they thought that they would be mean about it but they ate that shit up, none of them are furries but they fuckin love them

connie gets wasted and eats baby food

jean got his license first and never stfu abt it

marco unironically prefers the cafeteria food to home cooked food

levi went to jail for a really long time when he was like 17. nobody except erwin knows why. whenever anyone asks erwin he just goes “you shouldn’t have asked that.” and stares at you until you change the topic

additionally, levi’s mugshot is single-handedly both the hottest and scariest thing ever

moblit is saving himself for marriage and volunteers to teach sex ed to hanges class 

hange has not yet realized that moblit would stop waiting for marriage if they approached him in that way

eren is an AVID redditor. i’m talking 4 out of the 6 hours of his phones screen time is the reddit app. he used to be obsessed with 4chan too

historia runs a pretty popular fashion instagram account

some random guy (possibly reiner while he was in his closeted era) left the funniest hate comments when historia posted a picture of her and ymir together for valentines day. ex: “WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TOGETHER” “MY HEARRRRTTTTT. I LOVED HERRR”

bertholdt spam reported his account so he would stop bc the second hand embarrassment...my god...

jean loves drake and it’s everyone’s problem

the way mikasa figured out that she was bisexual was by kissing eren and annie, and then saying, “so it’s definitely not a problem with either gender, i think it’s just you guys” and that’s how two hearts were broken that day

annie and armin were each others beards but armin actually started to love annie and so she had to hit him with the “im glad you know youre pan, but im still a big fat lesbo. love u”

they broke up and then annie met hitch on a cruise, now theyre cute long distance gfs which is better for annie bc she doesnt like people hanging off of her

connie thinks he can breakdance. key word is “thinks”

sasha eats bits of everyone’s lunch

sasha also films tiktoks in the middle of class. her “we not hump1ng” dance with jean went viral and so that's how 900k people have seen jean miming sucking a shlong in the middle of honors calculus

armin is surprisingly good at dancing, he’s most definitely a quirked up white boy

mikasa has a candle collection

hitch runs the school confessional account

eren started to 'come out' as bisexual because jean found him on the r/lgbtq subreddit asking if they thought his feelings about a specific guy friend was bordering on romantic. jean ss’ed it and sent it to him, eren called him, and then jean became a god of a wingman

marco is catholic but like is super chill about it

ymir pulls over to take pictures of vultures for historia

historia and jean got high as motherfucking kites one night because they ate out of the wrong brownie pan at a party and the whole time they were just staring into each others eyes like “i love you. why dont we hang out more. you are so cool. we are divine love from the universe. we should be best best best friends.” they karaoke'd piano man together that night

ERWIN WAS A DRAG QUEEN IN HIS COLLEGE YEARS!!!!!

erwin and levi met when erwin visited prison for a psych thesis he had and they just hit it off. literally. levi thought erwin tried to insult him and then he tried to punch him (erwin was trying to ask him on a date to the commissary🤞)

mikasa and annie are autistic besties

connie is an ipad baby turned teenager

zeke is in a shitty garage band and pulled the “hope you guys like weezer” conversation, verbatim, with eren when eren was in sixth grade and he was an angsty sophomore

that was probably erens downfall tbh

one time there was a lice outbreak in their little group and armin and historia (bc theyre definitely siblings and their parents are erwin and levi) brought it home to levi. he rented a hazmat suit

also, everyone got it, INCLUDING LEVI, except for hangë because their hair is so dirty. levi switched to tea tree shampoo that day

hangë is the leader of the schools gsa

moblit used to be a church camp counselor before he realized he was queer and also an agnostic

eren and armin started dating because while they were smoking together, high off his ass, eren let it slip that he does...questionable things to Imaginary Armin during his alone time and wanted to make sure it was okay with him. armin, also high off his ass, replied that yes, it was, because he ALSO does that

historia has a crusty little white dog named bella thats her pride and joy and it fucking hates eren

reiner cries to tears for fears. slay

reiner also has an addiction to saying “you just got slayed”

bertholdt cries almost every time he gets #krissed

ymir knows this and purposefully sends him #kirssed videos

for one last #krissed hc, reiner was sobbing over his mental health issues at 2 am and decided to record a tiktok with the Space Song audio but then it turned to him being #krissed so he just started screaming (tiktok: )

[transmasc-wizard]

excerpts from old terrible stories

hello everybody! @onlypanickedqueerness was an enabler and now u all have to see this shit. i will do multiple of these. this one features: opening paragraphs! Under the cut, for your eyes. Also, i think they're in order from worst to best, but... can you really rank this?

So, #1 is the opening paragraph to the story i wrote in 2019, which doesn't have a name and therefore cannot be invoked to summon demons:

Hey, I'm Jordan. I'm your average eighth grader. I have average looks, average popularity, average grades, though in my opinion, above average awesomeness. I'm an all-around cool dude. Well, not too about 80% of the school. To them, I'm Joe, Jimmy, Johnny, Jake, or loser. But I think they're just missing out on awesomeness. if you can't already tell, I'm a positive, talkative guy. Anyway, I have better things to say. Let me just think of them. Oh. yes. I think I just found the perfect start... I was in sixth grade.

i literally want to kill. not sure who, though. probably jordan! i hate everything about this and am trying not to cry right now. like for real

uhhh dissecting this is impossible because there's no good parts but basically: don't start your story with a laundry list of how Average but Cool and Sympathetic your character is please. this is not a shitty YA dystopian novel. "im an all-around cool dude. ... i'm a positive, talkative guy" im going to write you into GFS and stab out your eyes

Also! The fact that this literally admits there's No Point starting at this spot, and then... starts at this spot?? Crying now. i can't rewrite this, it just needs to burn, and Jordan should burn with it.

~

#2: another unnamed story! once again, this is for the safety of others so we can't invoke it's name

Hi. My name is Nathan H. Beaumont, and this is how one day turned my whole life inside out and back again.

I was at home, getting ready for school, when I heard a scream.

“NATHAN!” my sister Estelle yelled. I ran into her room and found her standing on her bed, a black-legged scorpion on the floor.

Black legs were common in the town an hour or so away, but not so much here. Estelle was terrified of black legs because of a situation that had happened when we were little that I won’t get into right now.

ok, i lied. i'm not rewriting these. it hurts too much.

1) I do not need to know his full name in the First Fucking Line. 2) the second line would actually be a better first line. like it still sucks total ass but it's slightly better. 3) do literally a second of research. im begging you. search "poisonous scorpions" instead of making shit up. 4) it costs zero dollars to end it at "Estelle was terrified of black legs", though that's not even necessary, seeing as she's screaming.

~

and number FUCKING three, from wip "Three Leaves", last but not least because these are all terrible:

A girl ran through the forest, pursued by a huge, angry boar. The girl’s name was Vivian. She was a special girl. Vivian was an elf. Vivian had a bow in one hand, a dagger in the other, and arrows stored in her belt. She wasn’t afraid at all.

screaming crying screaming crying screaming crying--

this is. this is almost worse than number 1, because at least Jordan didn't straight up call himself a special boy. Second, uhhh... what does being an elf mean. no really. i dont know, i never explained it. Third: i just... wanna cry. really badly. It's so stiff and weird, and idk who's POV it's supposed to be from, and the first line is almost as bad a hook as "hey, I'm Jordan" and "hi".

~

so here's the opening for my current WIP, which i wrote like 2 weeks ago on almost no sleep and is STILL better than this shit:

Deep in the cold of the palace theatre, the bird killed the cat.

It had been a long-awaited death. There was no surprise, no fanfare. No one would press charges; the bird was too valuable. But there would be disdain, for the state in which she left the body and the way she stained the carpets red.

I mean. Edgy, maybe, but that's intended. I like it! It sets the scene! It uses ~metaphor~! it doesn't make me want to scream and die!

anyway if you read this all... go read a good book. Please. You need it after what you saw. (also drink water because water is good for you.)

[h2bakugou]

LMAO This happened to me a while back, sadly. But a Bakugo x reader where his gf is supposed to do a presentation but since her partners (who’s always done the talking) aren’t here, they’re supposed to present it by themself? she gets really nervous and cries? OFKDKD she gets through it though and in the end bakugo comforts her? thank you! 💘

a/n: oo this is a good request! thank you for the request love! i’m going to be trying my hardest to get as many requests as i can done here in the next week so i can open requests up

summary: during a class project, you’re doing a presentation, and on the day of class presentions, your partner isn’t here and it’s a little tough to get through, but bakugou is quick to comfort you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, a teeny bit of angst

wordcount: 935

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The class project was pretty easy. And working with Mina was easy too. You were both able to work very well together and make good progress when you worked on the project in class.

Mina had agreed to do most of the talking when it came to the presentation part of the project. You were grateful. You’d agreed to say a little something to put in your effort.

Until the day of presenting came around and Mina was sick. she just caught some common cold and took that one day off from school. She felt bad, but there wasn’t much else she could do.

She gave you a good pep talk, but you were still feeling nervous about now having to present the entire project on your own.

- - -

Upon the day of the project's deadline, you were sat in your seat, shaking your leg. You were nervous, and anxious, and you didn’t want to present. You would’ve taken the minus ten points had it been your own project, but you didn’t want to selfishly lower Mina’s grade all because you were nervous.

It was just something you’d always dealt with. Everyone else always did the talking because you contributed most of the work, which was completely fine with you.

You’d gladly do all the work for the project as long as you didn't have to speak. Something about speaking during the presentation was so stressful, what if you said the wrong thing, or messed up a word, or took too long reading a slide? 

It was all just a big mess.

Bakugou could feel the palpable anxiety radiating off of you. You were nervous and he could tell. Being your boyfriend and all, he had this sort of sixth sense when it came to you.

He knew you like the back of his hand.

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine.” Bakugou whispered to you. You turned to look at him and gave him a weak smile. His reassuring measure helped, but you still had to go up there.

“Thanks.” You whispered back, gripping the little print-out you’d made to read so you didn’t have to turn back and read the slides.

You hadn’t made it past the first paragraph. Your eyes kept leaping from the paragraph to focus on other things and then hopping back to try and finish the paragraph.

You weren’t getting very far.

“(Y/n), Mina, you’re up.” Present Mic called, since Mina wasn’t there, only you rose from your seat, feeling the eyes of all your classmates fall onto you.

“Mina not here today?” Mic questions and you nod.

“She’s sick.” Kaminari informs Present Mic and he nods. 

Your presentation is pulled up and you stand at the front of the class. You’ve known these people for a few months now, you’re all very close, but for some reason, standing up here, looking back at them...

They look like strangers.

Struggling to swallow the lump in your throat, you’re handed the clicker to switch the slides and you begin. Clicking to the first slide you open your mouth to speak but no words come out.

Closing your mouth you begin to feel your stomach-churning. This was too much for it being something so ‘simple.’ Why was this hard?

You begin to try again but still, no words come out. It’s too much and the silence is deafening. You want to cry, and you can feel the tears falling down your cheeks. You set both your papers and the clicker down on the podium and excuse yourself out of the classroom.

Bakugou rushes out after you, without even asking Present Mic.

He sees you in the hallway, standing near an open window, grasping the window sill.

“Hey.” Bakugou calls to you. You respond to your name by glancing at him. he can see your puffy red eyes and he doesn’t waste any time coming to comfort you.

“It’s alright.” Bakugou hugs you, his hand stroking the back of your head. 

“I just froze- it was so scary.” You mumble against him. 

“I know.” Bakugou pulls you away just enough to move your face to look at him.

“I can’t even do a stupid presentation.” Your eyes water again as you look up at him.

“You’ve kicked villain ass before, you’re strong, don’t put yourself down.” Bakugou presses his lips to yours, giving you a soft kiss.

You kiss back and feel your nerves crumble away.

Pulling away, Bakugou’s thumbs wipe your cheeks clean of tears.

“Take your time, it’s not a rush to get it done, okay? I’ll stand up there and if anyone laughs I’ll blow them up!” Bakugou’s signature smirk played on his lips and you let out a laugh.

“You can’t blow them up!” You hug him, thanking him for helping calm you down.

“Watch me.” Bakugou chuckled, walking back to class with you.

Bakugou stood by you just like he said he would, and you managed to get through your presentation. It was tough, but at the end of it, you received a perfect grade. Mina was proud of you as well.

“I knew you could do it.” Mina smiled, giving you a hug. She was conveniently feeling much better the next day, but she was truly under the weather. You were happy to see her feeling better.

And it was all over anyway, no need to be mad at her when you no longer have to present anything.

Bakugou made a promise that he would try his best to be your partner next time to help you overcome your nerves. You were looking forward to it.

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masterlist

[yoursassybookwormfriend]

ALRIGHT GOSSIP TIME

prior knowledge:

-I am gay

-they are also gay

-i am polyam

-we share an ex crush (as the gays do)

ALRIGHT HERE WE GO

we are eleven. Since we are eleven we don’t know social cues, our brain is a mental shitshow, etc.

we also have a boyfriend.

(the crowd gasps. A boyfriend! How dare they. They are a toddler.)

Long story short, we broke up. He texted me on my friends phone (disguised as the friend) that my friend liked me, and I, an idiot, told him that I liked him too and I didn’t know what would go on with my bf and I basically had a mental breakdown. he then broke up w me. Wow. Impressive.

now the friend knew I had a crush on him.

oh no.

his gf knew too.

I was scared of her but always admired her. She was pretty, nice, gay….

years passed.

I still admired her, yes, because she’s beautiful.

then, I became friends with her best friend. I told her of my crush on (let’s call my crush… Lea.) Lea. my friend told her with my permission and they reached out to me. I then learned that they used she/they, were gay, and basically everything I hoped for.

then, I asked them to boba, and this happened.

The end.

Thank you for sharing this with me. I do so love gossip. I hope you mean you WERE 11, not are 11 my friend, or else you have violated the "I'm older than 11" post!

But thanks for the story. Dating at that young is very dramatic (I mean it kinda always is). My elementary was K-6 so not many of us dated in fifth or sixth grade (there were a total of 2 official relationships in my elementary that I knew about, one of which was over the summer between elementary and middle, so idk if that even counts). I could tell you the drama of the one true sixth grade relationship!

[bausbitch]

I'm sorry

Reid x reader

ANGST AHAHA

Req but @blankets-for-bees

Warnings: kidnapping, established relationship, gunshot, Spencer being an ass at first, also this IS NOT really funny as my other works //read: I'll try because I'm just such a naturally good comedian,,,or a mental asylum escapee,,// 🤩 OH and a happy ending

Spencer had been,,,,

Awfully cold to you

For the last 6 months

Yeah, it was beginning to get on your nerves

It felt like living with a whole ghost 👻

And it wasn't like it was his work

You two had the same job for fucks sake

You even shared a home

But lately

Spencer would ONLY talk to you at work

And only when it was life or death

So basically when hotch paired you two up

And omg

The team

They had no idea

So they insisted you two sleep in the same room on this case

Bc you two are their fav couple!!!!!

But they didn't know that for the last six months

You were practically single

Except you couldn't go anywhere

And you wouldn't go out to flirt with people

Because you were a good s/o

*cough* unlike Spencer *cough*

Ok so this usub

The universe said

Fuck you, yn yln 🤩🤪🤡

This particular unsub

Kidnapped failing couples

And threw them in a house

A giant doll house

And sedated them

And played with them like dolls

And made them kiss and stuff

Like

Idk how to explain it

Like when you were little

And you didn't know you really LIKED liked girls

But you were always making your Frankie and ghoulia monster high dolls kiss in the first grade????

Or like

I think it's like ep 12 season 5

My best friend and I watched that one

Sigh

I miss her

Anyways

When you finally moved rooms

You walked in

And it felt like the weight of the world was lifted

Off of your shoulders

Don't worry the world is still pretty heavy

Issok though the world doesn't have to be a skinny legend

WAIT

This is supposed to be an angst

Ok

AHEM

Angsty angst angst

So you were like

Hell yeah

I'm gonna go chill in the jacuzzi

Then I'm gonna come back

And I'm gonna have a level head

Key words: come back

See, I don't think you have the facilities for that, big man

Okokok

So you were vibing in the jacuzzi

Then you saw Spencer

And

Gasp!

A woman that didn't look like any of the girls on the team was going into his room!!

You knew

You were being irrational

But you were like

Son of a bitch >:(

Alexa play jealousy by Monsta x

Anny. W. Ays

You went into the room

Or at least you knocked

And gasp

She answered

Ok

She seemed,,,

Suspicious

Probably bc she's the unsub yn you dumb bitch

And you were like

"Hey is Spencer in there?"

Like you WEREN'T his h*cking gf

And she straight up

PUNCHES YOU

Ok more like

Knocks you out with a blow to the face

And draws you inside

Ok now Spencers pov bc you're getting too much attention and he needs an explanation for making me play jealousy

Spencer

Oh god that I don't believe in how do I explain him

He was having a tough time

Ok wbk he's smart as hell

But when I comes to people who are FINE

Such as yourself

He gets a lil

*Patrick star from Spongebob noises*

So

Even if you guys had literally been dating for like

Five? Six? Years

He was starting to get scared

Bc

Ok so you guys had said the L world

You said it all the time

But

Spencer

He

He wanted to propose to you

Like

On one knee

Ring and everything

But he was scared

He was really really scared

Bc he wouldn't know what to do if you said no

Which

Why would you

You two were practically already married

You literally had a drunken, unofficial ceremony at Rossi's place one time

But he felt like

You wouldn't be ready

So he was like

Ok gotta set up a back up plan

If they reject me

And I have to go to work and see them

How do I not see them

How do I live without them?

Ah

I ignore them

😌

Plan: set

Spencer : fucking idiot

SO HE

He acted like you weren't there

And he eventually thought you were mad at him

Bc you weren't reaching out any more

Dumb bitch they think YOU'RE mad at them

Okokokok

Back to kidnapping

When he woke up

He was,,,,

*drum roll*

In a house?

A really nice house

Or at least the bedroom was nice

Or the roof of it

And what he could see from his peripheral vision

He could see you though

He could feel you

You were laying on his chest

Your arms around him

And he could tell you were still asleep

His serotonin levels went up higher than they had in months

Over the last six months he hadn't said a word

And he'd let you sleep on the couch

Smh and I thought he was a genius

But he missed you

But he had to make sure he was ready

To be honest

He probably knew what he was doing was irrational and the definition of idiotic

He also knew that by doing this he was maximising his chances of you not wanting to marry him

But he just

"Y'all hear smth?" -Spencer Reid, about his problems

Annie Oakley

Anyways

While he was too busy making heart eyes at your sleeping figure

Ya boy forgot to check if he could move

Turns out,,,,

He couldn't

Bc,,,,

*puts hands together like cat in the hat does*

This unsub, like I said before

SEDATED YOU TWO

So he waited

Until

The woman he unwillingly let into his hotel room, all by the service of a gun and a threat to his life 😄

Came and did whatever the fuck she was gonna do

Play with you guys more than my 6th grade crush played with my heart

And she did😋🥳🤩!!!!

But don't fret

She wasn't gonna hurt you

You had actually concluded the deaths were accidental

Just like me

Okoko so

She was strong

Like really fucking strong

Because she hauled both you and Spence

Into a little dining room

And served and fed you breakfast

You were connected to iv tubes

But still

But everything

The creepiest detail

According to me at least 💁✨

Was how all the food and everything

Were wood

Like

Toys for kids

Or something karuna satori would use in an asmr video

-

You woke up in the middle of,,,

Watching a movie on the couch with Spencer????

It was still daytime

Or so you thought

Bc the unsub pulled up

WITH A GUN

You don't have many things in life rn, but here's a list if things you do have, to cheer you up 😋

A lovely hole in your arm! V v useful for holding very small, thin, cups!!!

A v sad Spencer Reid! Comes with his own tears and despair!!! How fun!

And last but not least!

A wonderful speech from our sponsor!! //read: the unsub//

"Why must everything bad always happen to me! You two are very bad dolls! No one is a good doll, you're all useless and now I have to kill you >:("

Lmfao why does she sound like my bratty baby cousin

Anyways

"The FBI is at the door! Which one of you called them? You whore! It was probably you!"

First of all,,, how dare she

You didn't even THINK about other men in the 6 months your boyFRIEND ghosted you

So

Jokes on her

Second of all

You were bleeding out and Spencer was wiggling behind you

Probably a victory dance smh 😤

But then

GASP!!!

she went upstairs 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

And you heard voices

Morgan!!! Hotch!!! *insert police's name*!!

Then you passed out bc

💥bloodloss💥

And when you woke up

Spencer was fine

Physically

But he was hunched over

"Yn I'm so sorry. I love you so much and I was so scared I'd lose you if I proposed too early, and now I'm probably going to lose you without even saying a word. Honey I love you, I love you so much-"

And you were like

Hold up

LET GO OF MY HAND MF YOU MAY BE SKINNY BUT YOUR STRONG WTF

Then

"Did you say purpose?"

And he was like

"Yes(?) "

And you kissed him for the first time in sixth months

"Yes I'll marry, now let go of my hand"

[afaithy]

Doing the character list with Taichi was a blast! I will now nominate you do the same but with Jou because I remember us both saying we have some Jou in us. 😁

Lol I love Jou in his own way. He was one of my favorites when I was a child. My friends always mocked me because of that. So unfair

1. How I feel about this character:  Ohhhh Jou...jou...just as his crest he is the reliable one. He did a lot of growing there, and I think he was the one who grew up the most in the whole series. He went from a neurotic sixth grade boy (in adventure) to a boy with a view of his future in tri and Kizuna. He is an overlooked character, but he has so much to offer. Recalling the stage play, Jou was the only kid who had a plan and a clear path of his future. He wanted to be a doctor and help others, even when he wasn’t entirely made for it, he couldn’t even see blood! But he overcame that weakness and fulfilled his dream. Sometimes I can relate to him in so many ways...he’s my digimon alter ego lol.

2. Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character:

I shipped him with mimi when I was kid, but that ship sank some time ago. Now I only ship him with the bicycle girl from Diaboromon Strikes back lol

3. My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character.

OMG all of them haha. Literally, Jou is always hovering over everyone like an old neurotic brother. I just love how he worries and makes his duty to keep all of them safe and healthy. 

5. One thing I wished had happened with this character in Canon:

FOR GOD’S SAKE, show us his girlfriend! It so mean from everyone that no one believes he actually has one. I mean not even Gomamon!!

Neurotic nerds deserve love too, and Jou has never been a liar, so I don’t know why no one believed him. I guess they were bitter because he got one first?

(Wait...did Takeru ever get a real gf???)

6. Favorite friendship for this character:

I suppose, it might be with Yamato. I don’t know, adventure gave us a lot of things about them, but somehow it all just vanished in the later seasons. Of course, Jou was always worrying about his future and career, so maybe he tended to isolate himself from the rest...but I liked their interaction the most. 

7.My crossover ship: 

Eh...Jou in THE GOOD DOCTOR. Nah, I’m just kidding. I don’t think I have one, to be honest.  I like him where he is. 

[multibear]

hi babe u should answer all of the wlw asks because im gay and i said so,

1. how long have you known you liked girls?

when i was a kid i knew i felt the same way for girls and boys, but i just thought everyone felt that way, and it was just expected that girls are friends with girls they love and marry boys they love. in sixth grade tho, a friend of mine came out as bi, so i looked it up and realized 1. that me, 2. not everyone feels this way, and 3. girls are an option.

2. talk about the girl who made you realise you liked girls

there wasn’t really anyone that made me know i like girls bc i always knew, however the girl who made me find out that girls are an option is vv tiny and adorable. she has cute freckles and one time when she was high off her ass from getting her wisdom teeth removed was rlly funny and rlly wholesome bc she kept talking abt how much she loves her friends and boyfriend

3. are you in a relationship at the moment?

yes!

4. do you have a crush at the moment?

on my lovely gf

5. describe your crush!

keeps asking me to do every single question when i reblog ask games

6. do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls?

yea

7. do you look/dress more masculine, feminine, or androgynous?

i tend to dress varying from androgynous to feminine, but occasionally dress a little bit masculine

8. what���s your gaydar like?

idk pretty accurate

9. tall girls or short girls?

TALL GIRLSDH 💜❤️💚🤍💓💞💖💞💗💚💓💞🧡💞💘🧡❣️❣️💖❤️❣️💗💓🤍💛🤎💕💛💚💕🖤❣️🧡💖❣️❣️

10. intimidating girls or kind girls?

i am soft and tiny i just want a kind girl that treats me gently

11. hugs or kisses?

what abt… both… at the same time…

12. do you have an ideal ‘type’? what would they be like?

tall kind affectionate girls who can’t shut the fuck up

13. what’s your favourite personality trait of yours?

ahaha

14. what’s your favourite personality trait for a girl to have?

talkative like rlly talkative

15. what’s the best thing about liking girls?

g irl

16. do you have any friends who are wlw?

yep!

17. have you ever been to pride? if so, what was your first pride like?

nah

18. do you like the lesbian flag?

i mean,,, yeah. i don’t use it but it’s nice

19. what was your first kiss with a girl like?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

20. who was your celebrity/fictional gay awakening?

i never had a gay awakening i just thought everyone liked girls and boys the same way lmaoo

21. what’s your favourite lgbt+ movie?

hmm… i’ve haven’t watched many and i’ve been trying to watch more so i don’t rlly have an answer yet

22. who’s your favourite openly wlw celebrity?

i don’t know many wlw celebrities oops. i guess lady gaga??? i’ve rlly liked her music since before i was old enough to listen to her music haha

23. do you wear makeup?

i used to wear a lot very often, but since then i don’t wear it much or often. my techniques n stuff have gotten better, but now all i’ll do regularly is curl my lashes

24. who was the first person you came out to (if you have)?

the first people i came out to actually included the girl who made me discover that girls are an option, and a couple other people that were also at our table during science class. i didn’t actually come out as wlw, i came out as trans (i’m actually not tho, i just thought i might b at the time) and after that openly expressed that i like girls too, so when i realized i’m not trans and no longer id’d as such, it was pretty known that i’m wlw

25. has anyone ever come out to you?

ya

26. have you found a community of lgbt+ people?

i mean i have a bunch of lgbt friends but i’ve never rlly participated in any actual community things

27. do you have any older lgbt+ people you look up to?

one teacher at my school is a lesbian, i never had a class with her but she’s been responsible for another activity i take part in, and pretty much all the lgbt kids in that activity admire her bc she’s just like,,, an adult lesbian with a job and fiancée n shit

28. do you identify with butch/femme labels?

nope!

29. who’s your favourite fictional wlw?

hmmm… i don’t rlly know many fictional wlw. i’d like nonnie from insatiable more if she wasn’t a cop lol.

30. what experiences are you looking forward to having in the future (kissing a girl, going to pride, etc)?

yes, all

[negasonicimagines]

Teacher’s Pet - Part Two.

request: Can i request a part 2 of teachers pet, where they get to the point in there relationship where they want to experiment in the bedroom or at least get started but everytime things get heated something or someone interrupts. Until the point y/n (and ellie) get really sexually frustrated, where y/n can't handle it anymore and basically has to spontaneously corner and jump her gf. Afterwards y/n turns back into her shy adorable self. Smut and fluff please.

notes: ...the flavor! I love this request & I’m sorry it took me so long to get to it. hope you’re still here! ;-)

warnings: well… smut, duh.

“So, do you wanna come by my room later?” you ask Ellie. You’d finally finished your required time as a student teacher, and now Emma taught strictly Advanced English while you taught standard English.

Ellie had never wanted to be normal so bad in her life. She liked the fact that AP English looked good on college applications, but she wished you’d tell her she needed to talk to you after class ‘about her grades’ so she could pin you to that desk and- “Hey, you’re not angry with me, are you? You’ve got a really dark look in your eye.” A really hot look, too.

“It’s called having brown eyes, doofus. Sure.”

“I’ll have to grade the essays from third period for some of the afternoon, they’re due in tomorrow, but you can do your homework while I do that and afterwards we can hang out and just do… Whatever,” you tell her, blushing a little and looking away in embarrassment.

“Yeah,” Ellie agrees, hoping she doesn’t seem overly enthusiastic. “Whatever.”

After fourth, fifth, and sixth period, Ellie makes her way to your room. You’re already working on grading, sitting on your bed with your laptop and notebook out, toying with a pen.

“Hey,” says Ellie, and you nearly bounce on the bed with how you jumped.

“Hey,” you reply. She closes the door behind her, afterwards tossing her bag by the door and getting out her math homework, a worksheet. Ellie takes off her boots before sitting on your bed with you. She’s using her binder for the same subject to bear down on and work. “How was your day?”

“It was okay,” Ellie responds dumbly, trying not to look at you. You’d unbuttoned your shirt significantly since the last time she’d seen you. You were usually more of a top button girl, but right now Ellie could almost see your bra and could definitely see your chest.

She still wanted more.

“Oh! Sorry, it was just getting kind of um… Tight, and hot.” You start to button your shirt up, avoiding her angry eyes.

“No!” Ellie blurts. You squeak, removing your fingers from the buttons and smiling a bit to yourself at her reaction.

“Okay…”

“Uh, do you wanna take a break from working on this uh… Stuff?” Ellie asks. She thought she could be patient, but it’s getting harder and harder.

“Take a break? We just started. Oh, wait, that look in your eye is back. You’re not getting too frustrated with the math work, are you? I can probably help,” you offer.

“I’m not- I’m not frustrated with the math work. I’m not frustrated at all. Well, maybe frustrated in one way,” she says. That look in her eye isn’t going away, and it makes you more and more breathless every time she catches your gaze.

“Huh?”

“For a genius, you really don’t seem to understand…I- I wanna- You- Me-” She sighs in frustration. “I want to- Making out. Sex.”

You feel heat rush to not only your face but every inch of your body, eyes widening. You hadn’t really thought about that stuff, more content to follow Ellie’s lead and focus more on your career as a teacher than sexual things, which means the two of you had only made out before now.

“Oh… Yeah, um, yeah, Let me just close this.” You close your laptop, moving it and your lapdesk off the bed. Ellie tosses her homework and binder aside, remaining on her knees as she moves towards you. You rise to your knees, and she positions her hands on your hips, allowing you to hold her face as the two of you kiss. After kissing your lips for a bit, she pulls away, looking into your eyes with that goddamn look of hers.

Lust, you realize.

“Oh, fucking god,” she practically moans upon noticing the look in your eyes. “You sure this is what you want?”

You nod, and she kisses you again.

“I love you so much,” she says, moving her lips from yours to your neck. You gasp softly, small, breathy moans erupting from your lips as you cling to her shoulders for balance.

“You sure you haven’t done anything like this before?” you ask, and she chuckles a bit.

“I’m sure. You’re just easy to please.”

“Rather cocky of you,” you note, like you’re not a blushing mess. Her blushing mess.

She kisses you again, on the lips, before parting to look down, her forehead pressed against your shoulder as she unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on your shirt.

“This okay?” she asks, and you nod. She looks up at you, deeply worried.

“Oh, I nodded. Yes. This is okay. More than okay.”

She goes back to smiling, sliding the shirt off your shoulders and kissing them next, loving the feeling of your soft skin against her lips. She throws the shirt over the side of the bed, and eventually her lips find their way to your collarbone, and then that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. You let go of one of her shoulders to clamp a hand over your mouth.

“That good, huh? Let’s lay down.”

“You’re awfully suave,” you remark, and she rolls her eyes.

“I’m the top, of course I am. Trust me, I’m freaking out just as much as you are on the inside,” she explains, and you smile gleefully, and she helps you recline on the bed, head on the pillow and legs parted for her. She takes your face in her hands, kissing your smiling lips before you reciprocate, the two of you kissing as passionately as before. Her hands wander down your body, pausing on your thigh. She stops kissing you again. “Can I...Y’know? Just through your clothes, I mean.”

“Yeah,” you pant. “Yeah.”

She resumes kissing you, now firmly cupping you. You rock into her hand, the pressure of her hand muffled only slightly by your dress pants and underwear.

You moan into her mouth, hands bunching up her tee shirt from where you grasped it on her back.

“You’re so perfect,” she breathes, kissing as much of you as her lips have access to, at the moment.

“Fuck, Ellie, I need-”

“Knock knock!” your (now ex-) best friend calls, opening the door. Ellie practically leaps off of you.

Knowing there’s no way you can get to your shirt in time and that Wade would never sexualize a minor, you wrap your arms around yourself to preserve your modesty. He closes the door behind him, and gasps.

“Holy shit! Sorry, kid, I’ll go! Nice.” He gives you a thumbs-up and starts to leave.

“Nope. Moment ruined. What do you need?”

“You better fucking need something,” Ellie adds.

“I do! I need your help with a mission! I forgot Vanessa’s birthday,” he explains. “I was honest, and she got really sad… So, I need help planning a surprise party so that it looks like I lied about forgetting!”

“Even I remembered!” you complain “I wrote on her Facebook wall and everything.” You can tell he’s giving you puppy dog eyes and you sigh. “Yeah, sure. You wanna come with, Ellie?”

“Nah, still got homework,” she grumbles.

“I’m sorry,” you quietly apologize.

She picks up your shirt, coming closer to you.

“I’m not annoyed with you, don’t worry. You’re a good friend, Y/N.” She drapes your shirt over your shoulders, whispering in your ear: “You can make it up to me later.”

You blush, sliding your arms through your sleeves quickly and buttoning the buttons up. You slip your pumps back on.

“Alright, let’s go!” you say in a squeaky tone, and Wade scoffs.

“Let’s,” Wade responds, and you follow him out the door. “So...Bestie, how are you? We haven’t talked in ages!”

“We are not besties, not anymore,” you tell him.

“You don’t mean that!” he argues.

“You’re right…” you admit, and he laughs. The two of you call a cab and enter, making small talk after having not seen each other in awhile.

“I just can’t believe that my little bird’s flown the nest. It feels like just yesterday you couldn’t even talk to her! Now you’re a teacher and the two of you are hooking up!”

“Dude, that was, like, four months ago. Meaning, like-”

“A third of a year ago!” he enthusiastically responds.

“Exactly.”

“Well, it feels like it was just yesterday because I never see you anymore, silly! You’re always busy with work, or Ellie, or you guys’ friends.”

“Hey, I’ll always make time for you, okay? You just gotta hit me up.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know… Thanks, kid. Let’s go to Party City!”

After getting as many decorations as the two of you could, you arrive at Wade’s apartment and set up… But Vanessa catches you two in the act.

“Surprise!” You both cheer half-heartedly, she rifles through the nearest Party City bag, and finds the incriminating receipt.

“Nice try, Wade. But, at least you tried to make it up to me. I have other ideas of what you can do, though,” she flirts, and you groan.

“Seriously?” you ask him, and he laughs his ass off.

“I don’t get it,” Vanessa comments. You normally didn’t mind her and Wade’s PDA. You roll your eyes, and Wade explains.

“Well, when I arrived at the X-Mansion and roped the kid into my dastardly scheme, she might’ve been a little busy with something else. Someone else.”

“You bastard,” Vanessa jokes, smacking him on the arm lightly. “You’re off the hook, Y/N. I’m sure Wade and I can find something else to do with these decorations.”

“See you two around, I guess,” you say your farewells. “Happy birthday, V.”

When you make it home, it’s the early evening. Dinnertime.

You go inside, finding Ellie sitting alone, done with her food. Not too hungry, you grab a small snack and make your way over to her.

“Hey,” you say, and she looks up from her phone at you.

“Hi,” she replies. “How’d it go?”

“Vanessa didn’t buy it. But I’d be a lot later if she had, so… You win some, you lose some.”

“Mmhmm,” Ellie agrees. “So, should I stop by your dorm later, or do you wanna come by mine?”

“Ellie,” you quietly scold, and she scoffs.

“It’s not like anyone’s gonna know what we’re talking about,” she reassures you, and you sigh, reaching for her hand. She takes yours, holding it tightly.

“Let’s go to my room,” you tell her. “I gotta finish grading those papers, but I’d love the company.”

“Sounds good,” Ellie replies, going to put away her dishes while you toss the wrapper of your snack away. The two of you walk back to your dorm together, holding hands. You two enter, and you retrieve your laptop, lapdesk, and notebook from where you placed them earlier.

Ellie keeps her head on your lap, your lapdesk (funnily enough) placed on the bed in front of you while you work, one hand on the mouse and another stroking Ellie’s hair, lulling her into a haze of fantasy and comfort. As much as she enjoyed how gentle you were in comparison to her, she was so ready to feel those fingers tangle in her hair as you lost yourself in pleasure, desperate for more.

A few hours later, you’re done with grades and ready to complete your bedtime routine and then crash...But you realize you have other responsibilities. Your girlfriend now rests her head on your shoulder, having migrated there after you informed her you needed both hands to enter the grades into the system about an hour ago.

“El…” you tell her sleepily as you shut down your laptop and move your tools back to their respective places. “‘M all finished with grading.” You give her a kiss, just barely missing her lips. “We can finally…” You lose your train of thought, slumping into her shoulder.

She drags her black fingernails up and down your back, sending delightful chills through you.

“No, babe… You’re way too tired,” she tells you, and you whine in discontent.

“I’m sorry...”

“No, no... Don’t worry about that. You have responsibilities. I get that, and I’m willing to wait.”

“But I don’t wanna wait…” you tiredly complain.

She chuckles, glad you can’t see the feelings that are written all over her face. She knew she wanted it really badly, and she knew you were consenting enthusiastically before, but to know that you were really just as excited about her was flustering and relieving at the same time.

“Listen, I’ll go get ready for bed and come back. Just because we’re not sleeping together like that tonight doesn’t mean we can’t still bend the rules a little bit and sleep together in a more...friendly way.”

You sigh, disappointed, but nod into her, allowing her to pull away. You take off the clothes you wore that day, slipping on an over-sized flannel that Ellie loaned you when someone spilled a drink on your shirt and changing into cuter underwear. You wash your face and brush your teeth, afterwards brushing your hair to prevent knots. You hop into bed, plugging your phone in. Honestly, you feel a lot more awake after all this.

Ellie returns in a loose muscle top and those gray sweatpants she knows you like.

“You’re trying to kill me,” you groan, and she just shakes her head, ducking it so you can’t see the grin on her face. She climbs onto your bed, sliding under the covers with you.

“You’re a lot more awake,” she notes.

“Mhmm. Nighttime routine was pretty refreshing.” You snuggle her, one leg on top of hers, one underneath. You keep one arm curled in, the other on top of her torso, fingers tracing patterns all over her rib cage. She’s reclined, kind of sitting up but propped against enough pillows that it’s more like laying down. She puts her arms around your protectively, but her expression is one of piqued interest.

“You’re not wearing pants,” Ellie comments.

“I don’t normally wear pants to bed,” you remind her, mumbling into her midriff.

“You’re also wearing my flannel.”

“I wear your clothes all the time. Most of the school probably thinks we’ve already hooked up, at this point. And?”

“And…” She narrows her eyes at you. “I guess that’s all I got.”

You continue to stroke her torso with your fingers, thinking about just how easy it’d be to go a little lower and… You look up at her, biting your lip a little as you dance your fingertips just a bit lower.

“I knew you had something up your sleeve,” she says. “Are you sure you want to? I know certain levels of exhaustion can really fuck with your judgement just as bad as alcohol and stuff can. I just don’t want you to regret-”

“I’d never regret doing this with you,” you tell her. “Are you sure you want to?”

She nods, pulling your hips from the side of hers to directly on top, effectively causing you to straddle her. You look at her with wide eyes, her hands gripping your hips and her eyes giving you that same dark, lustful look as before. It looked just as good cast in the moonlight as it did in the sun.

“Come on, Y/N, you’re the genius here,” she taunts, and you hold her hands to your hips as you move one of your thighs to in between her legs, so that you also have a thigh between your legs instead of her whole lap. “There we go.”

“I’m sure you can figure out the rest,” you tease back, and her lip crash into yours, her thigh digging into you as she ruts against yours.

“Fuck,” she breathes against you, and you continue to ride her thigh as the two of you passionately kiss. Her lips slip down to your neck, and she nibbles, just enough to hurt in the most pleasurable way.

“Ellie,” you gasp as her thumbs dig deeper into your hips. “Like th-that, ah…”

One of her hands wanders up, massaging one of your breasts, and she occasionally unintentionally slips her thumb over your nipple through your shirt.

“Oh god,” you jolt, causing your thigh to push harder into her.

“Christ,” Ellie groans, removing her hands from one part of you, only to return them to another just as swiftly, thumbs smoothing across your jaw as she cradled your head, kissing you fast and hard as the two of you continued the pace of your hips.

“M-more,” you plead, and she flips you over, ready to give you focused friction by palming you though that absolutely perfect black lace underwear she’d only just now noticed you were wearing… Until the security alarm goes off. “Fuck…” you whine, and she almost wants to ignore the intruders, just to make you sound like that some more. But, her better judgement interferes, and she gets off of you.

You find a pair of loose PJ pants, sliding on some slippers and tossing Ellie a spare pair. The two of you exit the room, scurrying to the nearest station. Piotr, Kurt, Ororo, and Emma pretend not to notice that the closest emergency station to Ellie’s dorm is definitely not this one, and the six of you make your way along the designated security sweep for that station, eventually meeting the other groups in the common room.

“False alarm,” Logan calls. “Just a new student. She didn’t want to disturb anyone at this hour, so she thought she’d try to sneak in and just wait ‘til morning. No worries. Everyone can go back to bed now.”

You and Ellie go back to your dorm.

You yawn. “I think it’s a bit late now. I still have to teach tomorrow, even if it’s Friday and everyone’s going to be distracted by rumors about the newbie. I hope that’s not too disappointing.”

“I mostly just feel lucky that we got as far as we did, this time,” she tells you. “Don’t worry. Maybe tomorrow?”

You nod, the two of you returning to cuddling.

After a couple class periods, lunch rolls around. You and Ellie sit together, as usual.

“You know, if we eat fast enough…” You start, but a girl around your age, that you quickly infer is the new girl, approaches.

“Hey, can I sit with you guys? I’m new,” she requests.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you say, and she sits across from you. “So, you’re the bandit from last night,” you comment.

“I’m so embarrassed. I just didn’t want to inconvenience anyone.”

“Don’t worry, better you breaking in than-”

“Ellie!” you fuss, not wanting her to scare the girl.

“I’m Love,” she introduces herself.

“Y/N,” you reply.

“And I’m Ellie, like they said,” Ellie adds.

“Y/N? Like Y/N L/N? That must be confusing, sharing the same name as a teacher. I have them next period. Are they nice?”

“I’d say I’m pretty nice,” you reply, and Love turns dark red with embarrassment.

“Nah, don’t listen to them. They’re a cold-hearted bitch,” Ellie jokes, and you giggle, letting her kiss you on the cheek.

“I’m sorry, you guys just looked so young...Oh, that’s the worst! I’m sitting with teachers on my first day, that’s like social suicide. No offense.”

You laugh with her, but not at her. “No, don’t worry, we’re your age. Ellie’s a student, and I’m a teacher. My mutation makes me able to learn anything, so I got through school quickly. Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as sitting with Mr. Howlett or Professor X. They’re the real nerds.”

“I heard that!” Logan calls across the cafeteria, his super-hearing making it so that he can hear you. The three of you laugh.

“Well, uh, today’s gonna be a pretty chill day in class, I need to have one-on-one conferences with everyone about their essays, and since you didn’t have that assignment, you can just read, or write, if that’s your thing.”

“I love writing!” Love exclaims. “I actually have a writing journal.”

“I was actually thinking about assigning one next school year,” you reply with the same amount of energy, loving to see students engaged in literacy.

“That would be so cool,” she agrees. “I love it.”

“Just don’t let Ms. Frost hear you,” Ellie remarks. “I don’t love it.”

“I can and will assign you detention, Miss Phimister. Don’t try me,” you joke, and she scoffs.

Lunchtime ends a bit earlier for you, and you give Ellie a quick hug before leaving her and Love.

You set up, making sure everything’s in order. You open the essays on Google Classroom in your laptop, ready to discuss grades with the students.

About five minutes later, a bell rings. A few minutes after that, students start to flood in, taking their unassigned assigned seats. Love takes the only empty seat in the class, one in the front row.

“Alright, like I said yesterday, we’ll be doing one-on-one conferences to discuss your essays today. All of you did pretty well, so keep up the good work! While you wait for your turn, you can read or write, alright? And make sure to give a warm welcome to your new classmate, Love.”

You return to your desk, calling the students up one at a time and discussing their work with them. Eventually, the class is over, and the students leave.

The next few classes progress the same way, and eventually, school’s over. You’re about to leave the classroom when Ellie enters, closing the door behind her. There’s that look in her eye again.

“Hi, darling,” you greet her nervously, noticing that look in her eyes is back.

She doesn’t respond, silently backing you into a wall.

“Do you want to…?” She finally asks, in a hushed tone.

You nod, and the two of you kiss, tentatively, at first. She deepens the kiss, and you keep a firm hold on the back of her neck with one hand, the other pressed into the small of her back. She gropes your chest through the tight turtleneck you’re wearing to hide the hickey she gave you yesterday.

“You look so good,” she tells you. “I couldn’t wait.”

“I couldn’t either, I could barely focus most of today,” you admit, both of you still talking quietly.

“Well, you hid it pretty damn well,” she commends you. “You should be rewarded.”

“Christ,” you breathe as she pulls your sweater off. She tongues the especially sensitive spot she left on your neck yesterday before exploring your chest with her mouth, kissing the smooth skin above and below your collarbones. You whine for more, but she just continues her pace.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Miss L/N?” Love asks from the other side, and the door opens slowly. Ellie kicks the sweater behind your desk, wrapping you in her jacket and standing in front of you so swiftly that it almost seems like it’s in one motion. You zip the jacket up. “Hey, sorry if you guys were talking… I, uh, just wanted to talk to you about extra credit. I don’t know if you’ve seen yet, but my English grade at my old school wasn’t so great, and I really wanna turn it around.”

“Sure! We can discuss extra credit options right now. We can meet up later, right, Ellie?”

The teasing glimmer in your eye nearly sends her over the edge.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. See you around, Love,” Ellie says, leaving the classroom.

“So, um…” You try to think of a good idea, but your mind is still a bit cloudy. “Well, your writing journal would be a good place to start. If you’d like, you could take any drafts you have for poems or short stories and finalize them, and then just share them with me on Google Docs. There should be some Chromebooks you can check out at the library in you don’t have a device to access Google on. I can add extra points to your test and quiz grades for each one you send me, depending on quality and effort. Does that sound fair, Love?”

“Yes, that’s perfect!” Love jumps for joy, embracing you tightly. “Thank you so much, Miss L/N. I won’t let you down, I promise.”

She practically skips out of the room and down the hallway. You close the door behind her and put your sweater back on, wearing Ellie’s jacket over it.

For about twenty minutes, you make sure the desks are in order and that the classroom is clean and organized, before turning off the light and leaving, taking your laptop bag with you.

You walk down the hallways, going to your dorm to drop off your laptop bag before making your way to Ellie’s dorm.

“Miss L/N! I perfected one of my poems, but it’s on paper still. Can I just give it to you now?” Love asks, her dorm must be close to Ellie’s.

“Oh, sure! I’ll read over it and let you know on Monday what I think.”

You take the piece of paper and tuck it into the pocket of Ellie’s jacket before proceeding to your girlfriend’s dorm. You close the door behind you.

“Hey, babe,” she greets you, sliding the jacket off of you immediately.

“Wait a minute, hon, Love gave me a poem and I stashed it in there.”

Ellie snickers, letting you take the slip of paper from the pocket.

“A poem, huh? That crush on you progressed quickly.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, come on. It’s obvious, she gives you the goo-goo eyes and everything already,” Ellie remarks.

“Really? Well, let’s just look at the poem,” you reply, skeptical. You unfold the paper, and Ellie looks over your shoulder, chin perched on it with her arms wrapped around your waist.

“Definitely a love poem,” Ellie comments, and you sigh.

“That doesn’t mean it’s about me, Ellie. Don’t worry. I’m all yours.”

“Yeah, you are,” she agrees, in a quiet tone because she’s rather close to your ear, and you shiver. “We should finish what we started earlier.”

“Which time?” you joke, and she chuckles.

“Don’t remind me.”

“We keep getting interrupted right as we’re about to f-” she interrupts your rebellion by kissing you, using the momentum of the kiss as a starting point for getting you into her bed.

She’s got you pinned down rather roughly, but her lips are gently grazing yours, as well as your jaw. You whimper in anticipation, and feel her smile against you when the fire alarm goes off.

Ellie swiftly gets off of you, before realizing: “It’s the third Friday of the month, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, this is definitely a drill. But it’d set a bad example if I didn’t go out, and there’s a faculty meeting directly after.”

She sighs, but nods, extending a hand. You take it, and she pulls you up off the bed. The two of you hold hands as you exit the building with everyone else.

About ten minutes later, the school is congratulated by Professor X and Jean Grey for another successful drill, and then dismissed.

“See you soon, El,” you tell her, making your way to Xavier’s office, along with everyone else, so that the faculty meeting can begin.

You mostly talk along, not paying full attention to the meeting. Most of what they were saying didn’t concern you much.

Eventually, the meeting is over, and it’s time for dinner.

As soon as you see Ellie in line, you know what you have to do. You take her by the hand and pull her along to your dorm. She chuckles a bit, catching on quickly. You slam the door behind you both and practically fling her onto the bed, tossing your shoes aside before straddling her, kissing her, practically devouring her lips with your own. You pull away to get true, full breaths of air, and she grabs your hips, grinding you down against her mound.

“Ellie,” you mewl, rocking your hips back and forth.

“Having fun, babe?” she asks cockily, and you decide that instead of bracing yourself against her shoulders, you’ll knead her chest instead as revenge. “Oh god, Y/N...” she groans, eyes fluttering shut as she leans into the touch.

“Is- Oh fuck, like that… Is it okay if I take your top off?”

“Let me,” Ellie requests, sitting up a bit before undoing the buttons of her flannel and tossing it aside. You take in her beauty, blushing a little but knowing that now’s not the time to be your usual self, shy and passive. Once it’s tossed aside, you kiss her again and she takes your sweater off, again. “God, can I be on top?”

“Y/N’ll do, and yes please.” You get off of her, and she moves so that you can lay down before mounting you, hands roaming every accessible inch of your skin before she toys with your bra strap.

“May I?” she asks, and you nod. She reaches underneath you and undoes the clasp, sliding the straps over your shoulders slowly before taking it the rest of the way off. “You’re perfect.”

She immediately puts her mouth over one of your nipples, toying with it with her tongue.

You moan, and she slides a hand over your crotch, feeling you up.

“God fucking damn it…” you whine, and she continues to worship your chest. You fidget against her, searching for more friction.

“Can I take- Can I take your pants off?” Ellie’s tone quickly hushes, as if it’s easier to say it quietly.

“Yeah, yeah, please…” you beg, and she unbuttons your pants, sliding them off of you.

“Finally, I get to see you again,” she jokes to your underwear, and you giggle is cut off when she very carefully kisses you through them. “Could I-”

“I’ll let you know if I don’t want you to do something,” you tell her stiffly, the anticipation leading up to this starting to drive you a bit mad.

“Alright. Same here,” she responds, sliding them off. She goes down on you, paying special attention to your clit as she excitedly tongues it, thighs over her shoulders and pressed between her bicep and her forearm. No escape.

You moan at the new sensation, letting her have her way with you. It’s fast, and wet, and you’re getting close already. Your hands find their way from the sheets to her hair, and you try not to push or pull too hard, but it just feels so fucking good and you want more, more, more…

She removes her mouth from you, and you whimper, shamefully desperate.

“Don’t worry, I just wanted to encourage you to keep using your hands like that, baby girl,” she tells you, returning to her duty. You push into her face as you continue to move her how you’d like, using her tongue.

“I- I’m so-” you breathe, her calling you baby girl not helping and definitely helping with your desperation, your desire. “Fuck, El, I’m close…”

She groans in satisfaction and you keep your fingers tightly tangled in her hair before you finally…

You gasp and moan, legs straightening and neck arching as you tip your head back and cry out in pleasure.

She pulls away from you, basking in the glory that is you post-orgasm, naked and breathless.

“Good job, babe,” she praises you.

“Could say the- Could say the, mm… Same for you. Mind if I finger you?” You ask, still in a bit of a haze.

“Not at all,” Ellie pretends to be nonchalant, but quickly lays down, shaking a bit in excitement. You unbutton her jeans and slide them down, tracing your fingers on her inner thighs to tease her. Ellie shivers, moaning softly.

After getting a good reaction from her from that action, you decide it’s time to finally put your mouth to good use on her, licking and sucking at her inner thigh. Ellie thrashes a bit, and you grab her thighs to keep them in place. She groans at the feeling of your fingernails digging into her.

A few minutes of this later, you decide to rub her through her underwear at the same time. She slides her own hand down, pushing it against yours.

You apply more pressure.

“Like that?” you ask softly, and she enjoys the angelic tone of your voice just as much as the feeling. You decide you’ve given her enough trouble and slide her underwear down. You stroke Ellie’s clit for a bit, before sliding your fingers down to her entrance to gather more moisture.

Once you feel she’s wet enough, you slide your fingers the rest of the way inside her and curl, hard.

“Oh my fucking god,” she nearly whines in enjoyment.

Your next step is to develop a rhythm of  rubbing and fucking, experimenting with different patterns to see what she enjoys most. You figure that out pretty quickly, and are able to do it without looking, so you slide up to her, kissing that perfect neck of hers while you finger-fuck her.

“Y/N, oh fuck, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” Ellie calls out for you in time with your motions, clinging to your shoulder blades. “I’m so fucking cl-” she cuts herself off with a long, deep moan, back arching into you. You withdraw your lips from her neck to watch her as she cums from your hard work.

She pants heavily, lips swollen and brown eyes looking black due to the combination of sunset and lust.

“Good girl,” she says, a hand on your cheek and a thumb toying with your bottom lip before she kisses you, deeply. Eventually your lips part. You both find your underwear and put it on, so you wouldn’t be caught completely naked if someone were to come in for some reason. You wear her flannel, as well.

“I’m not giving back this one, either,” you inform her cheekily, and she just snickers.

“Good. ‘Cause every time I look at you in it, I’ll remember this. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much, too,” you reply, and she rubs your back, sliding her fingers around with just enough pressure to unwind some of the tension that lives there. It soothes you to sleep, and she joins you in that state shortly after.

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questions 1-98 ( go big or go home ;) )

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1. Unfortunately, I am 5′1, pros to anybody who wants a nugget for a gf or friend

2.  Body type? uh I suppose slim and slender with an hourglass shape

3. Favorite part of my body would have to be...erh...uh...my eyes? I love the shape of them just wish I had blue or green eyes :(

4. HAH my hair color now is NOT my natural hair color loll I have naturally crazy dark brown hair where it’s almost black but I love blonde in the summer so catch me in the fall for my dark roots ;D

5. Um I’d say it depends where I am and who I’m with as to whether I’ll be shy or outgoing, typically I’m shy until I feel comfortable enough to be myself, or unless someone gets enough drinks in me hahah

6. Uh I’d say I’m probs more on the femme side, like I luvvv getting dressed up and looking super pretty if I’m not sitting on my ass being lazy af. 

7. Super duper smol bean

8. Hands down I’d be a wine mom

9. Hmmph weird habit? Uh I’ll mouth whatever someone is saying as they are talking, even sometimes before they say the next word and I don’t even know I’m doing it. I catch myself doing this watching shows or movies and I hateeee it. “How do you know what I’m saying??” is the usual response *rolls eyes* 

10. OOOHHH my fav meme would have to be the one with the baby orangutang and her crazy hair bc she’s a hot mess and I’m a hot mess ._.

11. who doesn’t sing in the shower???? the acoustics man, i’ll give my SO a full-blown concert w/ an encore. will it sound good tho?? who knows

12. um I’d love to go full Merida and learn how to use a bow and arrow tbh

13. I was never a theatre kid :( I wanted to be in HS 

14. I’ve never seen a broadway musical but def something on my bucketlist

15. Musicals are kinda cheesy but that’s what I love about them

16. I’ve never been a part of a protest or march, but will def be in the future when given the chance

17. My fav Cards Against Humanity Card would probs be “What is Batman’s guilty pleasure?” love having a good giggle at the responses

18. The last movie I watched...that I can think of was Final Destination 2 and was reminded why I can be paranoid af about some stuff LOL

19. Uhh preferably not behind or infront of the camera, not photogenic and my hands aren’t steady enough to take decent photos BUT I’d love to do photography if I had any skill in it

20. If you know me, like come on, F.R.I.E.N.D.S. 

21. just listen to Snowblinded by Kill Hannah nuff said

22. Uhh I joined tumblr back in 2011 my freshman year of HS bc I wanted to release my teenage angst, and then I left after a few years and came back this year:) Luckily my OG url was still available

23. Um you know 

24. Most people love chocolate and I hate it loll Fight me pls ;P

25. Narcotics? Nope sowwe

26. HAH expose me much?? hahah Def not a virgin lemme say that ^-^

27. Um my neighbors little brother caught her and I kissing underneath her sheets when I was a super duper smol bean, technically wasn’t bad but we couldn’t do it anymore:/

28. Oof idk what the funniest lie is that I told... omg 

29. Hmm... expression through words...take a guess what that passion is 

30. My best friend is one the most supportive and loving people I’ve ever met and I love her to death

31. Um lemme keep my secrets ;)

32. I’m super tired but also feeling really motivated so it’s kinda conflicting but oh well das my life

33. My biggest fear is probably ending up alone (amongst a few others)

34. I Like Me Better by Lauv

35. The best decision I’ve made in life thus far was deciding that I’m going to start love being myself regardless of societal expectations and internalizing everything because of the fear of others judgements etc. This is my life and I plan on living it up the best way possible.

36. Um who hasn’t? Failure always leads you one step closer to success

37. I fantasize about finding someone whose soul fits perfectly w/ mine

38. I cried the other night but happy tears bc I no longer have to hide who I am

39. A meme I was sent in a group chat

40. Mm...maybe..my lips are sealed 

41. A few of my closest friends

42. Uh every single day at the end of my last relationship

43. I’ve started to realize who my true friends are, and people’s true intentions

44. Submissive AF, but a lil control here and there isn’t bad

45. I’ll only date you if you’re okay w/ eating lots of pasta and long jam sesh’s

46. Preferably someone my age or a little bit older, but if I click with someone a year or two younger than me then whatevs :)

47. um I’d describe my crush but it’d be a dead giveaway LOL

48. any kinks? oh sweetie.. I’m not as innocent as this halo may make me appear ;P

49. First thing I notice in someone, physically would be their eyes, personality-wise would be their sense of humor.

50. Best way to win my heart is to bond over music

51. Uhh wow like allll the time LOL

52. Once again, like alllll the fucking time *rolls eyes*

53. Oh I plead the fifth on this one 

54. Trust is a big thing for me, but I usually know right off the bat now if I can trust somebody or not

55. Um no bc anybody I like lives miles and miles away >_>

56. Confidence is hot, not cute, hot. Make me swoon. 

57. My heart would probs ache 

58. If you can’t make me laugh we won’t even be close to dating loll

59. Uh no and I’m sure they will never have a clue bc I’m shy af about my feelings 

60. ...too many storytimes there

61. Hopefully one day I marry the love of my life

62. Pleading the fifth bc I’m stuck between a couple 

63. Turn ons: Whisper in my ear, light touches, and cute messages (keeping things on the cleaner side (; )

64. Hate is a strong word, so Trump 

65. Babygirl melts my heart but so does sweetheart and princess

66. Charlies Angels hands down...

67. Oof... intimidating in a sexy and intriguing way? Hell yes, but I love a kind soul

68. Somebody who truly loves me for me and is always up for adventure, and has an impeccable taste in music.

69. I tend to like whoever I like :P

70. HAH good one

71. The first person I came out to was my sister, a few years ago, and it went alright I guess until we had a heated argument and yeah...but I came out to her again recently and it’s helped us grow closer together.

72. I have a quite a few friend who are and luvvv them all

73. um....ya

74. Oof...I honestly can’t remember

75. Maybe later, this is already wayyyy too long.

76. I used to but I’d say it takes a lot more for me to fall IN love

77. Yeah so let’s not talk about it :3

78. Good at hiding my feelings? Uhhhhhh

79. Forgiving? I’ll forgive but I never forget who has hurt me.

80. Uh...I have quite a few, want the whole list? LOL

81. Whichever one would comfort both of us in the moment

82. I like a girl that’s taller, even if it’s just by a little bit. Honestly it doesn’t take much with how smol I am :[

83. Um can I have both? Hugs and kisses pls k thx

84. Be twirled :3

85. Um both mmmff

86. I love forehead kisses, but if you wanna make me melt into a puddle neck kisses are the way to go.

87. I’d do either or, kinda hard for me to choose which one more.

88. Depends on my mood, love me some soft kisses but bet your ass I’m always down to makeout

89. If I’m feeling the need to be cute hug around the neck, if I’m being a lil more touchy then hugs around the waist

90. I used to contemplate my sexuality constantly because of growing up in a religious family and internalizing everything, but without a doubt I’m 100% confident in my sexuality. This is me, take it or leave it baby ;)

91. Uh I blush and get a massive load of butterflies, feeling like I’m on cloud nine etc. I’ve liked people and just felt comfortable and never had butterflies and such but FUCK do I love feeling giddy and happy all over from just the mere thought of them. 

92. Yes, typically that’s how it starts out with me and it ends in either of two ways, mutual or I embarass tf outta myself 

93. I had my first kiss with a girl when I was 7, and man did I never want to stop. But, I knew for certain that I really liked girls when I was in sixth grade and wanted to watch any and everything that contained wlw content, hoping and wishing to have that one day.

94. Be myself? LOL

95. Ohmygosh... favorite lesbian ship... Laura/Carmilla, Alice/Robin (OUAT), Yorkie/Kelly (San Junipero)...these are only a few of a long list

96. The most aggravating thing that’s personally been said to me about my sexuality would be between being told this is all temptation and comparing it to acts of disgusting scum of human beings(pedos and adulterers), and also being told it’s only a phase... I can’t roll my eyes hard enough

97. Um like probably a few minutes ago :3

98. Love is being completely comfortable in being who you are around someone, and loving the good and bad parts of each other. 

If anyone actually reads up until this point I just gotta say...I’m sorry LOL 

and you’re a trooper

[quitedisastrous]

people will constantly bring up having a gf/bf to their young kids but if they grow up and realize they aren't straight and will likely have a same sex partner, then all of a sudden it's "you aren't old enough to know that" oml i am literally about to take a bunch of AP classes next school year and i'm likely gonna start driving this year/next year too like how much older do i need to be,, like they wouldn't say that to my younger siblings if they got a partner of the opposite sex but oh no my gay ass isn't old enough to know i'm gay despite the fact that i pretty much instantly realized i wasn't straight whenever i first started thinking about it in sixth grade, realized i kinda like gals and didn't really feel much towards guys (although my poor stupid child self didn't realize that if i don't feel attraction to dudes then i'm not attracted to them) but anyways smdh not to mention how they bring up that who i'm attracted to might change,, like yeah ofc it takes some people time and experience to fully find what they identify as, but in your case you're just hoping i end up with a bf instead of a gf and then there was that one time my grandmother was shocked when i said i was gonna wear a suit to my own wedding?? like i hate dresses and have never liked them what did she expect?? agh at least my future furbies won't be able to judge me like that

this is a rant post. i don’t have anything to rant about but if u want to go right ahead 

[lysitheaioandeuropa]

hey! let’s talk! about me!

I’m gonna bullet list in hopes to keep this concise (UPDATE THIS SHIT IS A LOT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE AND I THINK I WILL BE MAKING SEPARATE POSTS), bc i know it definitely isn’t going to be very organized. Before i had my fucking mental breakdown this afternoon, i actually had a lot of thoughts this morning. Some good, some bad, but i felt like i was taking the time to really acknowledge and process some things that.. I don’t get to acknowledge and process often. Or that i just flat out refuse to, or i choose to repress memories, or am still struggling with “wait, did that really happen or am i making it up,” which apparently is a sign of childhood emotional negligence or some shit like that. So basically this will prob end up being a series of extremely personal anecdotal text posts that i have shared with.. Absolutely no one prior to now, for all of my two followers to read (but tbh y’all don’t even have to, i’m mostly keeping this up here for me & prob to have something to share w my therapist, but i won’t stop y’all)

Part I - Oh no, I Caught “The Gay!” Alright, so boom: sexuality. I know i don't shut up about being gay, i know i am entirely way too hype about having a gf and being absolutely fucking smitten with her (AND WOMEN IN GENERAL), but when it feels like i’ve been forced into being silenced about that for sooo fucking long, shit can you blame me? I’ve been pretty open about it as an adult (p much 20 & on or so), it wasn’t like.. This huge secret or anything, but it also wasn’t something i went out of my way to make public. I never officially came out, and unfortunately when people found out it was because this real crazy chick decided to out me out of nowhere and i guess i just figured i had to own up to it, i didn’t really care what people thought of it then. It was weird answering questions, but easier to navigate in my 20s, though more on that later. I did let my partners know if i was dating anyone seriously (as seriously as you can as a teenager anyway), but past that idk, it just never came up. And i sometimes envy the younger kids/adults that like.. Have all these resources and labels available to them now, you know. I feel like its a lot easier to explore who you are and your identity today than it was when i was in middle school, having an extremely hard time sorting out my feelings for my “friends” (read as: i usually thought i just really wanted to be their friend, but also was v aware of how attractive they were to me, but it didn’t seem okay to talk about; whereas, middle schoolers now are a little more open? Have more labels? i have always settled for gay, Bc i did like and develop feelings for guys too but even then knew i liked my friends more). And i mean it was always something i personally was okay with, i wouldn’t deny myself the pleasure of finding girls attractive whatsoever. It’s weird looking at kids now like “oh no, they’re only children!” But i was all of 11 yrs old, first day of sixth grade, when i literally prayed that hands down THE prettiest girl in my 5th period would sit next to me as soon as i saw her walk in and had instant butterflies when she smiled at me and took that empty desk, like holy shit lmao (bruh.. She was 5’1”, puerto rican, and in my head at the time, looked RIGHTTTTT. We were partners in that class for the rest of the year and best friends outside of that class and her voice & her laugh, like bro!!!! Again, confusing and frustrating to have a crush on her, know that, be her friend and hello ofc she’s gorgeous so every boy was always after her too. Navigating feelings was so hard, but then i found a boy to crush on and felt normal again lmao). BUT it just seemed like the normal thing to do was not talk about it or ever bring it up to anyone at all at any point in time which i realize now is.. Yikes lmfao. I think it would have been different if i had someone to navigate that with, i was “mature” enough to figure it out on my own, and know to just keep it to myself, and accept it and not feel like a weirdo or anything, but not always be so eager to act on it. Again the older i’ve gotten, the easier it’s been to tell the story of how my parents thought the neighboring boy and i were so cute together in pre-k & meanwhile i was kissing this one girl during nap time, lmao. So like, i’m okay with that much; i don’t and never have felt guilty about being gay (bi, pan, whatever), even growing up in a church bc it rly was something that just came naturally to me from the jump. Puberty was slightly confusing but not a total shock either.

High school was even more so challenging and confusing? Bro. one of my best friends (and we’re def still friends now) and i were very close and the bitch had absolutely no boundaries whatsoever. Granted she had always been like that, I had been friends with her since the 6th grade as well and had seen her with other girls and boys but never put too much thought into it (you will see that this is my reaction to 90% of shit that happens to me). I’ve posted before and recently about being gay but not wanting to be predatory but getting mixed signals in “regular girl friendships,” and this was fucking textbook, lmao. I never got my hopes up or anything, and i just didn’t consider being with her a real option, but yeah, no, i deadass liked her and i’m sure she knew and didn’t mind the attention either lmao. Call it my first situationship i guess, lmao. We shared a locker so she would leave me notes and gifts, and vice versa, we’d bake for each other, we’d walk to class together, usually have lunch together, so on and so forth; she had no problem holding my hand and hugging me and being affectionate and calling me baby but like.. We weren’t dating. That was a thing. I both welcomed it and brushed it off; i was really comfortable with her physically, but still thinking i should only be dating boys even though they made me extremely uncomfortable and i’d flinch if they got too close (lmao, i have an entire separate section ready for men; cue eyeroll). I mean she kind of lead me on but not rly? I knew not to take it srsly BUT i also knew i’d be down as fuck if she ever changed her mind lmfao. Deadass she’s a 10/10 both then and now and she’d always do this cuuuute thing where she’d wrap her hands around my neck and kiss my nose and bruh i’d melt. Most people were already convinced we were dating *shrug* anyway though, this guy tried to hook up w me but i was like ehhhh so he ended up hooking up w her instead and i started dating my first boyfriend (who was terrible, abusive, and legitimately ruined my life in the short span of 10 months or so but that’s in the men’s section). It’s not like all of that magically stopped either though but i never pressed her for anything more, just entertained her and got butterflies every time she would hit me w that “i’d so love to date you” but her issue was she was comfortable with women but not sexually. I obviously wasn’t trying to sleep w her at 14, but i get it, that's her prerogative & it never got in the way of our actual friendship & i 100% value her as JUST my friend, she’s been rly great to me and has been there for the shittiest of times and has gotten me out of some rough spots. It was what it was lol. And there were other pretty girls after her that i would have considered pursuing but just never went for it. There was this senior girl i had for a class the following year and she also was and still is just jaw-dropping, beautiful, like holy shit. Something about her reminded me of strawberries and just made me feel cozy, you know? She always smelled nice, her hair was strawberry blond wellll past her waist, and she had to have been dumb to not notice me checking her out 25/8. Anyway though, i’m not trying to talk about every single girl i’ve had a crush on; the point is, i have always been firm on my sexuality you know, i never felt like i had a “questioning” phase and it just felt normal (and it has been annoying to have people question just bc i wasn’t “out” long enough to them? Or bc i’m straight passing as far as being fem + dating shitty guys goes). The only weird part was just never pursuing or never having the means to, obviously every girl is 500% straight in high school, or they sure were back then at least. I knew all of like two or three openly out girls and while i was not interested in none of them, i did envy the confidence they had not in just “hey i’m GAY,” but one of them was notorious for just pursuing any girl she was interested in and having it work in her favor? Even the “straight” ones? In my head i could only think like bro how the fuck? Anyway, proceed w checking chicks out on the sly and dating shitty guys (#bars)

So of course, college came around right, and thankfully i knew myself well enough at this point to know that my relationship with women was completely different from my relationship with men. How we interacted, how they made me feel, etc. i moved out at 17, had my own apartment, all that jazz. I had a serious boyfriend but we did do the “open relationship” thing for a bit and lo and behold, available women were everywhere. And we’d chat, flirt, and i knew the physical attraction was there (and, you know, i’m not going to get graphic or anything but confirmed i enjoyed that aspect as well) but not rly much else. So again, never put much thought into it, i was open to being with women romantically but it just never came up and finding straight guys to date after that boyfriend and i broke up was just easier. At this point, i took a “cross that bridge when i get to it” when it came to “officially” being out; it seemed pointless to make this huge deal when i was still just dating dudes, or not dating anyone at all. Not too long thereafter though, one of my close friends (i only have a couple) called me freaking out, it was adorable, lmao. So this girl confessed her love to her and she was confused about what she should do lmao (my gaydar went off THE SECOND I first met my friend and i mentioned it in passing but she always brushed it off). The whole “do what feels right” line is tired but that was the only advice i can give her really. Putting a little more thought into the situation this time and wishing i had someone i could call when i was freaking out over a girl i told her like “you know, there’s nothing wrong if you’re gay. I’m gay, i turned out just fine.” long story short, if you ask her she will always credit me for helping her come to terms with that, but she was also the first person outside of a boyfriend that i said that out loud to and.. It was nice. We kinda helped each other through that and it was nice to have that one gay friend finally lmao. But let’s just fast forward to maybe a year after that, i’d talk to girls here and there nothing serious, when the same crazy girl that liked my friend wants to talk to me (i told y’all the lesbian/local community dumb small) my friend didn’t care and i wasn’t trying to date her seriously, i was in town for the holidays and figured it’d be fun, whatever. So i was going to LIC w A HUGEEE group of my friends. Like. a significant amount, that i had only seen a couple times since high school, and that i obviously did not share my personal business with. This girl knew i wasn’t out, i told her not to be acting crazy either smh. So i knew the girl in passing but not like officially and we did most of our talking online/texting (bc thats how lesbians meet lmao). Keeping that in mind, this is the first time i’m actually meeting this girl not irl but def f2f y’know.. And this is the third time that i’m saying she’s crazy. We find a place to meet at LIC between sets and i told my friends i was waiting for another friend of mine thinking that would be the end of that. Now the whole “lesbians are crazy and move way too fast” trope was a thing w this one bc as soon as she spotted me she ran to me and just kissed me, i swear it was straight out of The Notebook, bro and i turned around and my group of MAYBE 10 friends that caught that were literally staring, wide-eyed, jaws dropped. And i just brushed it off and said k, i’m ready to go, and the questions from there on after just would not stopppppp. It was partially embarrassing bc i am not a spotlight ass bitch whatsoever, but most people that saw us together strangers and whatnot thought we were a “cute couple” and we were complimented most of the night. But every time she’d hug me or kiss me or anything, my friends would be ready behind her back in group of three trying to mouth over me like “girlfriend???? Dating?????” and no she wasn’t my girlfriend but the way she was all over me i had to claim her as such at that point to make my life easier lmao. And i can laugh it off now because no, it rly wasn’t that big a deal to me then but it does kind of suck that it ended up not being my own choice y’know. I had fun with her, the night ended well, she left w me and slept over (nothing happened [that time] but it was still nice nonetheless lol). New years eve was the next couple days and we made plans together and again, we weren’t official or like REALLY talking and it was a (different) group of us going to this house party. I didn’t think she’d do the same thing like, bro without asking or anything, imagine if i was a person that did seriously mind?? Anyway, she got drunk and was the life of the party, she has quite the presence, and by the time it was midnight she straddling my lap making out with me and thats how i came out to everyone else i knew and whoever wasn’t at any of those two events sure did receive texts and pics of my date and i. It was embarrassing initially cause this girl!! Why the fuck did she do that!! Lmao, explaining myself to my closest friends was odd bc they were offended i didn’t tell them sooner and i’m just like.. It never came up at all you know. With that said, i have waited to see if i would ever seriously date a woman bc i knew i wanted to but the opportunity never presented itself until recently, and that’s why ya’ll see me out here screaming on rooftops about how gay i am bc i finally get to do that, on my own terms, and bc i love someone soooo so so dearly.

[ultimaid]

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idk if u meant 2 semd tghis twice or if tungle is jost fucky BUT heres a segment frm a short story ab a lesbian vampire amd her werewolf gf tghat i never fimished. this is tghe last segment i wrote, itse thee mane character recallimg a girl from her past

I remember the first time I thought about kissing a girl. Sixth grade. Maria Aguiar was all dark-wash jeans and blazers and graphic tees and fake glasses that we all thought were cool in middle school and to my young eyes, she was beautiful, the most breathtaking girl I’d ever met. I remember she’d told our class once, all bright-eyed during an icebreaker game in the first week of school, that she was bisexual. I had to look up the term when I got home. When I got to school the next day, I couldn’t look straight at her. My stomach created hurricanes around her.

We only spoke a few times. She asked me for a pencil one day, complimented my green eyes another. We were once assigned to pair up for a project and I could scarcely speak to her as we worked. She was friendly, vivacious, warm--I couldn’t handle all of it. It was too much good. She didn’t laugh at my stuttering voice, my queasy smile, my watery gaze. I wasn’t used to it. I was enamored and terrified.

There were rumors about Maria. About her pointed canines, her long sleeves on hot days, her tendency to talk so much during lunchtime that she hardly ate anything at all. People whispered. I always heard. She did too. She never said anything about it, never refuted or confirmed, preferring to stay away from the conversation entirely so that she wouldn’t inadvertently add kindling to the fire that would burn her at the stake if she said or did the wrong thing. She remained bright and bubbly. She never said the word “vampire”.

I’m sure there would have been rumors about me too. After all, I was terribly pale even before I was bitten. But nobody saw enough of me to question anything I did.

I knew Maria wasn’t a vampire. She carried a rosary in her backpack. Nobody ever noticed that, though. Nobody wanted to admit their fallacy in favor of having a target for their inevitable whispers.

Nobody noticed when I stopped wearing my silver cross necklace in high school. They didn’t notice when I stopped coming to school at all. But they noticed Maria. I noticed Maria. She was magnetic in the best and worst way and sometimes today I still think I see her, dark-washed and smiling, when my hunger makes my willful ignorance futile.

[tenerifetea]

do all of them

FBSJFNDNF oh my god i love you ok:1. name one way you break lesbian stereotypes:i...don't play softball2. who was the first girl you remember having feelings for?i had a crush on a girl in preschool but i don't remember her name, just that i really wanted to hang out with her all the time3. who's your favorite gay animal?i'm not sure i fully know what this means but maybe the gay penguins from parks and rec4. do you have a girlfriend?yes she sent me this ask fjsnfn5. define love in 5 words or less:like dancing on air6. what characteristics do you look for in a girl?smart, driven, passionate, funny, honest, understanding...aka my girlfriend i love her7. do you participate in lesbian clubs or events?not really i think i'm technically still a baby gay8. what's your situation with being out?i consider myself out to the entire world but i usually won't bring it up to new people right away, i'll sort of test the waters first9. say some things you love about your girlfriend?umm...see question 6? i could honestly go on and on forever. i love her mind, her heart, her laugh, her smile, her eyes, everything. she's the most beautiful person i know in every way. she's passionate, dedicated, self-assured, brilliant, compassionate, driven, ambitious, and she has such a strong sense of justice that i really admire. she's just amazing in every way she's a force of nature10. do you want to get married?yeah i think so11. do you want to have kids?hmmm. probably not12. who's your favorite historical lesbian?eleanor roosevelt i know her lesbianism is unconfirmed but....she's amazing. after that alison bechdel probably even though she's still alive lol13. what's your favorite song about lesbians?girls like girls probably. i heard that song and it really helped me become more comfortable w being a lesbian14. what's your favorite book about lesbians?i haven't read that many!! probably price of salt15. who's your favorite lesbian character?hmm. the first person who popped into my mind was alex danvers but santana lopez is probably tied for first too16. if you live in a country where gay marriage is legal, where were you when it was legalized? did you do anything to celebrate?i was asleep and my mom woke me up with the news. she was kind of crying but i was still mostly asleep so i didn't really get it. then later in the day i cried a lot of happy tears17. if you could meet one famous lesbian (dead or alive) who would you pick?alison bechdel18. have you ever kissed a girl?yes kissing my gf is one of my favorite things to do19. do you have any favorite lesbian positivity blogs?i literally can't remember any of their names20. who was your first real life crush?my friend from elementary school. i got super jealous of her "boyfriend" (in sixth grade) and then she stopped wanting to be my friend it was. bad all around21. what is one thing you think your school/place of work could do to create a safe environment for lesbians?welcome us and listen to us more in lgbt communities 22. have you ever been to a gay/lesbian bar?no :/23. do you know any lesbians outside the internet?yes!! i've got a couple lesbian friends and a ton of lesbian acquaintances 24. describe your ideal gaycation?paris in spring with rosie25. do you listen to any lesbian musicians?hayley kiyoko, joan jett/the runaways, shura, that's about it i think