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Inexperienced (Reader x Roger Taylor smut)

Pairing: Female Reader x Roger Taylor (or Ben!Roger, you choose) Summary: You haven´t had the best experience when it comes to sex, if a drunken quickie in a bathroom even counts as experience. When you tell him, Roger wants to show you how good sex can be. Cue fluffy sex Warnings: SMUT (18+!), fluff, inexperienced reader, oral, fingering, blowjobs, protected-sex A/N: This was highly requested, so here it is. Also, it´s really long I don´t know what got into me. Thanks for reading! Feedback appreciated. Wordcount: 6 K woops

Shoutout to @blamerogertaylor for sending me this beautiful picture<3

Masterlist

The sexual tension laced the air as you walked home from your fifth date with Roger, your fingers intertwined with his. You hadn´t, like your friends kept saying, “put out” yet. Roger was being a gentleman about it, not pushing you further than you were comfortable with, but you could tell it was getting to him. His hugs lingering a little bit longer, his hands wandering closer to your ass. You were lying if you said it didn´t affect you too, the way he would kiss you after each date leaving your knees weak and the air punched out of your lungs.

“Penny for your thoughts?”, Roger asked, tugging at your hand to get your attention. His features looked so soft in the street lights, enhancing his blonde locks. You sent him a soft smile, leaning into his shoulder as you kept on walking.

“It´s nothing, Roger”, you said, looking up at him. “Thank you for walking me home”

“Of course, it´s the least I could do”, he said, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. The action sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

“The least you could do? You invited me out and paid for our meal. If anything, I´m the one who owe you”, you said, a giggle leaving your mouth.

“I can think of a few things you could do to re-pay me”, Roger smirked. He leant down to press his lips against your head, but you felt your entire body tense up. You were dreading the day he would bring up the fact that you hadn´t had sex yet. You wanted to of course, the man was sex on legs. But he was this experienced rock star, and it intimidated you to be honest. You weren´t a virgin per se, but your first sexual encounter was a drunken quickie in a bathroom. The guy did not know what he was doing, nothing compared to what you could do to yourself, and it did not feel good at all. It threw you off sex, well at least until you met Roger.

“Shit Y/N, I´m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable”, he said, when he saw the expression on your face. Panic flooded his features as he stopped walking and put both his warm hands on your face, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“It´s fine”, you mumbled, the corners of your mouth barely forming a smile.

“Are you sure?”, Roger asked, letting his fingers dance along your skin. It tickled, making a giggle erupt from your throat. You leant into his touch to get him to stop, placing a kiss on his hand. Really, you couldn´t blame him for getting inpatient.

“Okay, but just for the record, I don´t care if I have to wait until we´re married to have sex. If you don´t want to, then we won´t do it”, he said as he started walking again, effectively pulling you with him.

“Roger, that´s really cute of you”, you giggled, feeling like yourself again at the lift in tension. “But I don´t want to wait until I´m married, it´s just that I´m – uhm- not that experienced, and I know that you are and it kind of intimidates me”

“Hey, I don´t care if you´re a virgin or if you have slept with 100 guys. What matters is that you´re with me now. And besides, having experience just means that I can make it good for you”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his words, pressing your forehead against his arm as you let out a nervous laugh.

“I´m not a virgin, Roger. I just, I don´t know, sex has never felt good and I don´t know what I´m doing wrong”

“I´d be more than willing to help you out, trust me. But, like I said, we´ll wait until you want to”, he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “No rush”

The rest of the walk back to your flat was silent, both of you just enjoying each other´s company. It wasn´t awkward at all actually, you felt completely comfortable in his presence after addressing the elephant in the room.

“Soo, this is me”, you said as you reached your flat. The two of you had gotten here several times now, Roger always insisting of walking you all the way to your door.

“I know”, Roger said, smiling as he placed his hands on your waist. He pulled your closer to his body, leaning down to connect your lips. The action never failed to make the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, but this time was different somehow. He pressed his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth. A moan left your throat as he deepened the kiss, reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck. Roger pulled back, his breath suddenly uneven.

“Mmm, more”, you mumbled, pressing your lips against his again. You could feel Roger smirking into the kiss, his hands slowly sliding down your body. Normally, you would stop him, but there was something about the mood in the air. How his body pressed against yours, that pressure on your thigh. You moved your hips against his, earning a moan from the man in front of you. Oh. He was hard already.

You felt blood rush to your face, your lips leaving his as you looked away shyly. You couldn´t stop the giggle that left your mouth, feeling oddly proud. A tingle starting in your lower stomach. You had made Roger Taylor hard from just kissing.

“Sorry about that”, Roger mumbled, a deep red flush covering his cheeks. You hummed, pressing your lips against his again momentarily. He rested his forehead against yours, his erection poking into your thigh. A rush of excitement rushed to rest between your legs, a feeling you had never gotten from a guy before.  At least not to this extent. You were turned on, wanting Roger to do something about it. Maybe he actually could make sex feel good for once?

“It´s alright. I´m flattered, Roger”, you said, watching as he flushed even deeper. “Do you want to come in?”

Your own words caught you by surprise as you were never really the one to initiate things. Not that you directly asked him to fuck you, but it was clear that it was your intention none the less. Eager to explore the tingle in your nether regions.

“W-what, really?”, Roger asked, eyeing your expression for any sign of doubt. You smiled, sure that this is exactly what you wanted.

“If you want to”, you said sweetly, looking up at him through your lashes. The sight made Roger almost melt into a puddle, desperately nodding his head. “Good”

“Your apartment is really cute”, Roger said as he walked around. He studied the pictures on the walls. The ones with your friends and family. You had a cork board that held them all, and he smiled when he saw the picture you had taken on your second date. The one of him and you looking out onto the Thames. You had been mortified when he asked a random stranger to take one for you, but now in hindsight you were really glad. It had quickly become your favorite picture on the board.

You walked up to Roger, placing your head against his shoulder and snaking your hands around his waist.

“You kept it?”, he asked, playing with the edge of the polaroid.

“Of course I did”, you giggled, pressing your lips against his shoulder-blade. Roger turned around in your grasp, a grin plastered on his face. “It´s my favorite”

“You´re my favorite”, he muttered, leaning down to kiss you.

“Didn´t know you were such a sap, Roger”, you giggled as he pulled back, causing him to roll his eyes. A blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“I don´t know what´s gotten into me really. You´ve made me weak”

“Hmm, I like it”, you teased, pulling him down onto your lips again. Roger placed his hands on your waist as you slid yours around his neck. The kiss immediately grew heated as he pressed his tongue past your lips. It was like he had this new driving force behind his movements and it made your panties grow damper by the second.

You whimpered into the kiss as you felt Roger´s hard-on brush against your clothed thigh, suddenly feeling way too hot, like you were wearing way too many clothes. He was too. You reached out to start to unbutton Roger´s shirt.

“Wait, are you absolutely sure you want to”, Roger asked, stopping your hands by grasping them in his.

“Do you want to?”

“I asked you first”

“I asked you second”, you said, grinning up at Roger. He squinted his eyes, his features all of a sudden dead serious.

“Y/N..”, he warned. Roger reached up to cup your cheek with one of his hands, looking you deeply into your eyes. It nearly took your breath away. How close he was, how beautiful he was. And he was yours, if you wanted him.

“I really do, Roger. I want you to show me”, you said, leaning up to give him a soft kiss. “Make me feel good”

Roger drew in a harsh breath before sliding his hands down your torso, pulling you closer by your waist. He pressed his lips against yours in an almost feverish way. You deepened the kiss immediately, desperate to explore the dull throb in your panties.

You finished unbuttoning Roger´s shirt as the kiss grew sloppy. You slid your hands up his chest to his shoulders, feeling him shudder under your touch. The shirt fell to the ground as you slid it down his toned arms.

Roger´s lips left yours, following the curve of your jaw before working his way down your neck. He nipped lightly on the skin, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses along the light marks he made. As he reached the spot just under your ear, you arched into his touch. Roger smirked against your skin.

“There it is”, he muttered smugly, sliding his tongue over the spot.

You felt like your skin was on fire under his touch, not knowing what to do with your hands anymore. Deciding on sliding them down his chest, you felt him tense under your touch. He bit down on your neck as you inched closer to his pants. You drew your finger over his soft stomach, down the trail of hair leading way to his hard cock. Suddenly eager to feel him, all of him, you started working on his belt. You fumbled with the buckle, a desperate whine leaving your throat.

Roger hummed, reaching down to help you. He quickly un-did it before focusing his attention on your neck again. You felt hot all over, your blood boiling in anticipation. Roger was too close but not close enough at the same time. You wanted him, and you wanted him right now. Your cunt twitched uncontrollably as he slid his hands under your shirt, your skin tingling under his touch.

“Roger”, you whined, pulling at his jeans. You managed to get them open and started pulling them down his legs. His cock was straining against his boxers as your hand brushed against it, making Roger buck into your touch.

“W-Wait, Y/N. I´m meant to make you feel good”, he said, grabbing your hands as you finished removing his jeans. “Let´s go to your bedroom, okay?”

You bit down on your lip and nodded, pulling him with you towards your room. Roger took it all in once you opened the door. Somehow it represented you perfectly. The colors, the décor, everything screamed Y/N. A dopey smile crept onto his face, making you raise your eyebrows in question.

“What?”, you asked, walking towards the bed located in the middle of the room.

“Your room is so cute, Y/N. Just like you”, Roger said.

You rolled your eyes, feeling warmth creep up to your cheeks. Roger just walked around the room, taking in every little detail, and you were starting to grow impatient.

“Can we get on with it?”, you asked, biting down on your lip as he snapped his head towards you. Roger arched an eyebrow in question, but started making his way over to you nonetheless. He snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you close. You gasped when you felt his erection poke into your lower stomach, a feeling you were sure you would never get tired of.

“Someone´s eager”, he muttered, leaning down to connect your lips in a quick kiss. “But I´m not hard to sway, love”

Roger slid his hands over your hips, down your thighs to play with the hem of your dress.

“For starters, you´re wearing way too much clothes”, he said, tugging at the fabric.

“You should do something about that then”, you teased, turning around and throwing your hair over your shoulder so he had access to the zipper of the dress. Your heart was beating at a million miles an hour as he started pulling it down your back. With each inch of skin that was revealed, Roger pressed a soft kiss to it. Your skin buzzing under his touch.

The dress fell to the floor as he unzipped it all the way to your bum. You stepped out of it and turned around. Roger drew in a harsh breath when he took in your almost naked body for the first time. His eyes raked all over your body. Over your lacy panties that you had put on just in case, and the matching bra to go with it. You didn´t feel exposed like you normally would, you felt empowered. Roger´s eyes were filled with admiration and lust as they met yours, making your heart do a little flip in your chest.

“Bloody hell you´re absolutely breath-taking, Y/N”, Roger said, sliding his hand over your naked waist. “I could stare at you all fucking day”

“You have gone soft on me, Roger”, you giggled, leaning down to press your lips against his. He immediately pulled you close and deepened the kiss. It almost took your breath away, the way he expertly explored your mouth, how his hands dug into your skin with just the right amount of pressure.  

“Can I take this off?”, Roger asked as you pulled back, sliding his hands up your back to play with the clasp of your bra. He grinned when you nodded, eagerly trying to get it off you. He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, struggling to unhook it.

“Need any help there?”, you giggled upon hearing the frustrated sigh that left Roger´s mouth.

“No I got it, it´s just fuck why does it have to have three hooks”, he whined, tugging at it with more force until it finally snapped open. “Hah, got it”

“Congratulations”, you said, watching as his eyes fell on your exposed breasts.

“Congratulations to me indeed”, he muttered, sliding his hands over them. He cupped each breast carefully, swiping his thumb over your hardened nipple. Goosebumps formed all over your skin as he swirled the nub around a few times, just enjoying the noises you were making. He hadn´t even touched you properly yet and this was already far better than last time you were intimate with a guy.

“Do you want me to keep going?”, Roger asked, sliding his hands down your stomach.

“Please”, you whined, arching into his touch. “I want you to fuck me”

“I want nothing more, love. But first we have to get you ready for me, okay?”

You nodded, feeling his fingers hook into the waistline of your panties. He pulled on the fabric slightly before letting go. It snapped against your skin, making you let out a surprised moan. The slight sting turning you on more than you would like to admit.

“Lay down for me”, Roger said, gesturing towards the bed. You scooted upwards so your entire body was engulfed by the soft mattress, impatiently waiting for him to join you. Roger knelt between your legs, his fingers hooking into the fabric of your panties again. He looked up at you, arching an eyebrow before slowly pulling them down your legs upon your consent.

He groaned when he saw your heat completely exposed. You felt the cold air hit your wet folds, making you shudder slightly. However, the feeling was quickly replaced by one of lust as Roger reached down to grab onto your thighs. He spread them slowly, plopping down onto his stomach. His head was so close to your heat, his breath hot on your sensitive clit.

“Such a pretty little cunt you´ve got there”, Roger whispered, blowing air onto your heat. “Can I taste you? Hmm? Make you cum?”

“I-I´ve never”, you started but a moan cut you off as Roger pressed his lips to the apex of your thighs. “No one has ever gone down on me”

“Want me to change that? We don´t have to”, he said, looking up at your through his thick lashes. He cocked his head and sent you the softest smile you´ve ever seen, your heart soaring.

“Yes, I want to”, you said firmly.

“Okay but you have to tell me if it´s too much”

You nodded, reaching down to run you finger over his jaw before sliding your hand up to his hair. Roger leant in, still keeping eye contact, and pressed a kiss right next to your folds. He watched your every expression as he tentatively licked a little stripe between them, flattening his tongue when he reached your clit.

It felt euphoric, the pleasure spreading to every nerve of your body. Sure, you had gotten yourself off before, but this was something else. Roger put all his energy into his movements, each flick of his tongue deliberate to bring the most amount of pleasure to your core.

“I-I fuck that feels so good, Roger”, you whined, throwing your head back in pleasure. The familiar coil in your stomach already started tightening. It was embarrassingly fast, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

“Yeah? You´re already so wet for me, love”, he said between kisses. “`m gonna get you ready for me”

Roger slid one of his hands down your thigh, leaving tingles along its path. He swirled your entrance with one finger, collecting the wetness before slowly pushing it in. A gasp left your mouth as he came to a halt inside, your walls clamping down on his digit. Savoring the delicious feeling.

“My god you´re so tight”, Roger muttered, slowly starting to move his finger. He angled his finger and rubbed it against your front wall in search of your sweet spot.

“Shit don´t stop”, you whined, your hips moving in tandem with his fingers. Roger smirked before leaning down and wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth. It was all too much and not enough at the same time, feeling your orgasm creep up on you at an alarming rate.

You yelled out when he brushed against something just inside your entrance, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You could feel Roger hum against your clit with pride as he nudged you towards the edge.

“Found it”, he mumbled, pulling away for a second to place a few kisses to the hood of your clitoris. “Do you think you can take another finger?”

“Y-yes”, you said, biting down on your lip to keep your moans at bay. Roger added his ring-finger along with his middle finger, effortlessly angling them just right. They stretched you out just right, rubbing against your front wall with just the right amount of pressure.

As he latched onto your clit again, you felt yourself inching closer and closer to the edge. You felt like you had to pee, your lower stomach tingling in the most delicious way possible. The orgasms you had yourself was nothing compared to this absolute euphoria that was about to wash over you.

“Shit `m gonna cum, Roger. `m gonna cum, gonna – fuck”, you moaned, tugging at his hair as you grinded down onto his tongue and fingers. Roger sucked even harder on your clit, nudging your g-spot with added pressure, effectively pushing you over the edge. White-hot pleasure shot up your body, throughout every nerve and every fiber of your being. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, you back arching off the bed as Roger expertly guided you through it all.

You were heaving for air, your stomach contracting, legs still shaking as you came down. The aftershocks taking over your body, your walls clamping down on Roger´s fingers. It was all too much; the pleasure was too much to handle.

You pushed Roger away from your heat, wincing when he withdrew his fingers.

“`s too much”, you whined, still heavy-breathed.

“Sorry”, Roger said, leaning up to press his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, making you feel oddly proud of yourself. You smirked into the kiss, pulling him closer to your body.

In a moment of confidence, you pushed him down onto his back and straddled his thigs. Roger´s eyes went wide as you started kissing down his chest, feeling his heart beat against your lips.

“Nope, absolutely not”, he said, grabbing your face to try and pull you away from kissing your way down to his crotch. You pouted.

“Why not? I want to”, you whined, placing your hands on his upper thighs. Roger shuddered at the sudden contact, his cock twitching in desperation. “You seem to want it too”

“I do, fuck I really do, but I´m not going to last if you put that pretty mouth of yours anywhere near my cock”, he said, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. A deep blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“Please”, you begged, placing a kiss just above the waistband of his boxers. “I just want to taste you”

“Bloody hell you will be the absolute death of me, Y/N”, Roger muttered, running his hands through his hair in frustration. You shot him your best puppy-dog eyes, sliding your hands closer to his crotch. “Fine, but only for a second”

You smirked and reached up to pull his boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free, falling flat against his stomach. The tip was red and leaking from being neglected, making your mouth water. It was pretty, a bit bigger than what you had last time.

Roger caught you staring, your hands still planted on his thighs, not moving.

“Have you ever sucked anyone off?”, he asked, watching you draw in a deep breath and shake your head. It never really got to that point when you lost your virginity, he just pushed it inside and started thrusting.

“Fuck okay, start by wrapping your hand around it”, Roger instructed, cursing under your breath as you did just so. You could feel the blood pump in his veins through the soft skin. His cock was warm in your hand, inviting. “Yeah just like that. Try kissing the tip”

You nodded, leaning down to tentatively press you lips to the slit. His pre-cum coated your lips, tasting his salty excitement. The groan Roger let out told you it felt good, so you slowly kissed just below the head with new-found confidence.

“Bloody hell that feel´s fucking amazing, Y/N”, Roger whined, his hand shooting down to grab onto your hair. Feeling brave, you wrapped your lips around his tip, looking up to eye Roger´s reaction. His eyes went wide, his grip on your hair tightening as he made the prettiest sound you´ve ever heard.

You hummed against his cock, slowly starting to move your hand in tandem with your mouth. You didn´t take him far into your mouth, just the tip, but it was enough for Roger to feel his orgasm build at an alarming rate. He desperately tried to hold back from thrusting up into your mouth, knowing it was something you had to work your way towards.

“Wow wow wooow, that´s enough”, Roger said, desperation laced in his voice as he pulled your moth off of his cock. “You´re going to make me fucking cum if you keep that up”

“Sorry”, you mumbled, but couldn´t hold back the proud grin spreading all over your face.

“It´s nothing to be sorry about, love. I just want to have sex first, if you still want to that is”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I want to?”, you giggled.

“Just checking”, Roger said, pulling you down for a kiss.

“I know, but I really want to. I want you”

“Hmm, good”, he mumbled into your lips, “Do you have any condoms?”

“Yeah”, you said, moving off his body and the bed to walk over to the dresser. You rummaged through your underwear drawer until you found the packet of condoms you kept just in case. Letting out a sigh of relief when you saw they were still in date, you moved to close the drawer. The bottle of lube rolled out, making you stop.

“Lube?”, you asked, turning around to look at Roger.

“Yeah, it´ll make it better”, he smiled, opening his arms for you as you returned to his side. You threw the condom at him, watching as he ripped it open and carefully slid it down his length.

“Do you have a favorite position, Y/N?”, Roger asked, turning his attention to you once again. You shook your head, picking at this skin on your fingers.

“Inexperienced, remember?”

“Right, how about you ride me? That way you can control the pace”, he suggested, reaching out to grab your hands in his. He helped you straddle his waist again, hissing when your heat grazed his sensitive cock.

You reached for the bottle of lube, pouring a decent amount onto his shaft before tossing it aside. Roger tugged at your free hand, making you look up at him. He puckered his lips and arched his eyebrows, making you let out a giggle before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. The kiss was slower this time, more passionate. Both of you drunk off of each other´s presence.

“Ready?”, Roger asked as you pulled away. He reached up cup your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. You smiled into his touch, nodding your head.

Reaching down to line him up with your entrance, you drew in a deep breath before slowly sinking down onto his shaft. Your mouth fell open as you felt the slight burning sensation as he stretched you out. The lube definitely helped, but it was still a tight fit. You closed your eyes as he bottomed you out, steadying your hands on his chest as you focused on your breathing. Trying to work through the burn.

“Are you okay, Y/N? We can stop if it´s too much”, Roger said, concerned lacing his voice as your expression. You tentatively opened one of your eyes, shooting him a smile as you clenched around him.

“Yeah I just need two seconds”, you said.

“Take all the time you need, love”, he said, placing his hands over yours. He wanted you to feel comfortable, but the urge to move was almost too much for him to handle. Your walls were hugging him so perfectly, fitting around him like glove. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten already.

“Okay I´m good”, you muttered as you slowly started moving your hips. You lifted up slowly, sinking down onto his cock. The slight burn quickly disappeared as pleasure took over, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with your every move.

“Fuck you´re so tight, love. Feel so fucking good around my cock”, Roger moaned, moving his hands to grab onto your hips. You could tell he was getting impatient, his hands guiding your movements, hips coming up to meet your thrusts.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening once again as his tip nudged your front wall with each thrust. But you wanted more, needed more. You leant back on Roger´s knees, letting him take control for a while. Which was an opportunity he was not going to pass up.

He had to hold back on not cumming as he watched his cock disappear into your heat, hearing the slick noises of skin against skin. Watching your boobs bounce as you moved. Roger reached a hand down to rub circles over your clit. A bolt of pleasure shot up your body, your thighs starting to shake as you held yourself up.

“R-Roger, I need more”, you whined, placing your hands back on his chest, looking him in the eyes. “I need you to fuck me”

Roger let out an animalistic growl, grabbing your hips harder and flipping you over. He perched himself on his elbows, moving your legs up to wrap around his waist.

A gasp left your mouth as he started thrusting. He went so much deeper this way, his blue eyes focused on yours. It felt so intimate, so hot. So personal. Your orgasm starting to build up once more.

You snaked a hand down your body, fingers coming to rest on your aching clit. Your walls clenching around his cock in pleasure.

“I-Shit I´m gonna cum if you keep doing that”, Roger muttered, his thrust haltering for just a second before he went back to his steady rhythm. He picked up the pace, snapping his hips against yours as he nudged you closer and closer to your climax.

Just as you were about to let go, Roger slowed his movements, his head falling into your neck.

“Wh-what, why did you stop?”, you asked frantically, desperate for a release. To feel that wave of absolute euphoria again. Your breath came out of your mouth in short and quick spurts, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I was about to cum”, he moaned, stilling his hips completely. “I want you to finish too”

“No no no, I was so close, Roger. Please start moving again. I need to cum so bad”, you begged, your clit twitching under your touch in utter desperation.  

“Shit, sorry”, Roger said, immediately snapping his hips against yours. “That was quick”

“Shut up”, you mumbled, giggling at the proud smirk on Roger´s face. He looked so fucking smug and pleased with himself.

He grabbed one of your legs, propping it up on your shoulder to reach even deeper. He put all his might into his thrusts, desperately holding back his release until you got there too.

You were starting to see starts, your fingers frantically moving over your clit as you felt the knot in your stomach on the verge on unraveling.

“I-I´m gonna, ´m gonna cum, Roger”, you whined, reaching your free hand up to grab onto his forearm. You dug your nails into his skin, closing your eyes.

“Me too, love. Cum for me, need to feel you cum all over my cock”

The desperate tone of Roger´s voice was what you needed to fall over the edge. Your orgasm hit you like a train going a million miles an hour, almost punching all the air out of your lungs. You arched off the bed, screaming Roger´s name, not even caring that your neighbors could hear. All you could focus on was the pleasure that was shooting up your core and Roger´s cock nudging against your g-spot, guiding you through your high.

The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock was enough to push Roger over the edge. His head fell back as it rippled through his body, emptying his load into the condom. He rode out both your orgasms, dragging it out as long as possible.

You winced when Roger pulled out, suddenly feeling way too empty. He removed the condom, tying it off and chucking it towards the bin in the corner of your room. Roger wore the dopiest smile you had even seen as he turned towards you, laying down on his side. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers tickle your temple lightly.

Giggling, you placed your hand over his to stop him. You brought it down to your lips to place a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

“So, how was that?”, Roger asked, a smile still plastered on his face.

“Really good”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm”, you replied, leaning in to press your lips to his. “I mean I´ve only ever had sex once before and it was in a bathroom at a party, so I don´t really have anything to compare it to. But yeah”

“Did he make you cum?”, Roger asked, feeling a wave of jealousy hit him.

“No, he went in dry and lasted like 1 minute. No foreplay what so ever”, you giggled, your heart soaring as his face lifted. You made Roger Taylor jealous.

“Good”

“Why?”, you asked, pretending you didn´t notice his demeanor.

“Because I want to be the only guy who ever makes you cum”, he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You arched your eyebrow, letting out another giggle. Not able to hold back the school-girl-with-a-crush grin that accompanied it.

“That´s bold of you to say on a fifth date”

“A guy can dream, can´t he? Like you said, you´ve made me soft, Y/N”, Roger said, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours.

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When you woke up the next morning, you couldn´t feel Roger´s presence anymore. You patted the bed next to you, but there was nothing but mattress under your hand. You felt your heart sink in your chest. Of course, he had gotten what he wanted. No need to stick around when he finally got into your pants. He was just like every other guy. You fought back your tears as you stood up, determined to not let it get to you.

Putting on an oversized t-shirt, you decided to make yourself a coffee. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw his shoes was still by the door, and suddenly the smell of cooking filled your nostrils. You curiously made your way to the kitchen, surprised to find Roger in just his boxers, whistling away as he stood by the stove.

He seemed to notice your presence because he turned around. His eyes raked over you nearly-naked body before they met yours. You let out a breath you didn´t even know you were holding in.

“What´s wrong, Y/N? You look like you´ve seen a ghost”, Roger said, furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

“I thought you left”, you muttered, drifting your gaze towards the floor. Embarrassed that you had doubted him.

“Hey, don´t worry”, he said, quickly crossing the distance and cupping your head in his hands. “I would never leave without telling you. I promise”

“I know, I´m sorry. I´m just insecure”, you mumbled.

Roger gave you a crocked smile, quickly leaning down to press his lips against yours. He poured all his emotions into the kiss, silently telling you how much he cared about you.

“How about you go take a nice warm shower and I´ll have breakfast ready when you´re done, yeah?”

You nodded, pressing one last kiss to his lips before turning around.

“Wait!”, Roger yelled, grabbing your hand and pulling you close. You cocked your head in question, worried about what was wrong.

“What?”

“I just want to kiss you again”, he said, a blush creeping onto his face. You giggled before leaning up to capture his lips with yours. Roger let out a satisfied sigh into the kiss.

“Now can I go?”, you asked, smiling.

“Mhm”, he mumbled, before placing one last kiss on your lips. A shower was just what you needed, suddenly very aware of the soreness between your legs. You smiled at the thought of last night, the butterflies in your stomach going into a frenzy.

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[utopianvoices]

phantasm | y.jeongin

↭ genre: ghost au, soulmate au; fluff, angst

↭ word count: 2.8k

↭ description: In which you end up getting lost and stranded in the middle of a party when you come face to face with the last person you’d expect.

↭ a.n: something new i wanted to try huehe lezgeddit. also a big shoutout to my favourite bub @whatisansvtbias​ <333 ily uwu (idek if you’re on tumblr anymore you busy raisin)

↭ warnings: mentions of drinking

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“Y/n, wake up! It’s time for school!” you heard your favourite voice call out to you, shortly followed by something soft hitting your head repeatedly.

“Go away,” you grunt, pushing away the pillow that was prodding you, causing it to fall into the ground with a small ‘thud’. Not even 10 seconds later, the pillow is back to do its duty; making sure you woke up so that you aren’t late for school for the third time that week.

You finally give up, sitting up in bed while glaring at the boy who was sitting at your desk, swiveling around in your chair. “Curse you and your ghost abilities, Yang.”

“Already cursed, m’love. That’s why I’m even here,” was your reply, accompanied by a cheeky smile from the boy in front of you.

Rolling your eyes, you sluggishly slide off your bed, not bothering to wipe the drool off your face or to deal with the bird nest that was sitting on top of your head, earning you a fake gag from the phantom that had been watching your morning routine for the past few months.

“Why can’t you just use your ghost abilities to transport me to school? Just walk through a random wall with me and we’ll be in school in five seconds,” you whined as you sifted through your cupboard for that day’s outfit.

“Only I will be able to walk through the wall, dumbass. You’ll probably bang your head on the wall and lose the only brain cell you have,” your friend retorted, as you flipped him the bird for vocalising the cold, hard truth.

“Even dead, you’re a pain in the ass,” you said, back facing him as you finally picked out an outfit that prevented you from looking like you just walked out of your tombstone. “I bet the big dude up there didn’t want your insufferable attitude with him, hence you walking around earth aimlessly.”

“Shut up and get ready for school.”

Chuckling to yourself, your mind drifted to the first time you met Jeongin. It was one of the strangest days of your life, yet you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

The last thing you remembered was you entering some senior’s house, ready to celebrate finals being over as a first-year, and being convinced that having shots would be a good idea, especially when they had found out that you had never drank before owing to the fact that you were not really active in the.... partying scene. You were never one for parties — they were often too loud, and too chaotic — but your best friend, Jisung, who just so happened to be that popular first year, had convinced you that going to this party would be the best decision you would’ve ever made, because according to him, you quote, “Everyone needs to let loose sometimes, Y/n!”

But this decision was backfiring you in ways you hadn’t thought of, owing to the fact that you had drank way past your limit, mostly because you didn’t know what your limit was, having never drank alcohol before — causing you to stumble onto the streets away from the house hoping to get rid of the horrible stench of alcohol and vomit that was circulating in that enclosed space — only to realise that Jisung was unreachable, and that you were not sure how to find your way back to your apartment.

Maybe it was time to take some serious actions and drop Jisung’s ass because you really needed a new best friend. But then again, no matter how insufferable, Jisung was Jisung and you loved him way more than you let him on.

Five minutes of tapping away on your phone’s Google Maps, and you were ready to throw your phone across the street because of how bad the signal was. Seriously, wiping out your money in the name of phone bills every month and not even providing you with a decent signal when you most need it? Not cool, telecomm companies.

With nothing else to do, having given up on trying to find your way back, you decided to take a seat on the hard and cold curb, seeing that it was the only thing left there to provide you with any company, as you made yourself comfortable on the asphalt, feeling strangely calm even though you were completely clueless as to which way was home as the cold air nipped at your exposed skin.

It must be the alcohol.

To anyone who was walking down the street at this point — not that there were many at that time —it would have seemed as though you were another dumb teenager who had made certain questionable decisions, which had lead you to being stranded on the streets at such a time. So you weren’t really surprised when you heard a voice call you out on exactly that.

“I can’t believe this is the third person this week, tsk. Teenagers these days.”

With the alcohol hazing your mind, your instincts and reaction time were slowed down, making you react slightly late to this stranger’s voice. As your eyes focused on the owner of the voice, you used whatever was left of your observation skills to deduce that said person was a young boy, somewhere around your age, and very, very cute — causing you to hate yourself even more, for seeming like an idiot.

Unable to control your mouth, you spoke up and replied to the boy, the alcohol seemingly bringing out the hidden extrovert in you.

“Hey, this is the first time this has ever happened to me, don’t judge. Besides you don’t look any older than me.”

Not expecting a reply from you, the boy in front of you stood frozen, heartbeat (or lack thereof) picking up speed that a person had replied to him, let alone even seen him. How? It clearly wasn’t possible, owing to the fact that he wasn’t.... well, he wasn’t exactly human.

“Y-you can see me?” the boy in front of you stuttered, snapping out of his shock and raising a finger to point to himself. “And hear me too?”

Welp, maybe you weren’t the only drunk one abandoned on the streets that day. “Yea dude, of course I can see and hear you. Tall, black hair, brown eyes, quite cute. I see it all.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have added the cute part, but seeing the boy’s face flush red somehow made you feel less embarrassed about yourself.

“But how? How can you see me?” the boy continued questioning, still unable to comprehend the fact that after years of walking busy streets and still feeling lonely, all it took was one girl to make his cold body heat up and his dead heart to feel as if it had a sudden jumpstart.

“This is going to sound crazy,” you started — catching the boy’s attention with your dramatic words — "but I have these amazing things called eyes and ears. Oh, would you look at that! You have them too!"

"No, you don’t understand." the boy cut you off, shaking his head for extra effect. "I am a ghost. I cease to exist, and no one has been able to see me for years. So, how can you see me?"

"Ooookay, you know what? I think it’s time for me to get going," you said, as you slowly got up from the curb to run the hell away from this clearly drunk and mental boy.

I stay around him any longer and I will probably drive myself mental too.

"No, wait-"

The boy didn’t get to finish his sentence, as he watched your retreating figure run back in towards the house that still smelled of alcohol, sweat, and vomit.

Shoulders slumping, the boy walked away from the house, mind still whirring with all the possible explanations as to how you could see him. It wasn’t something that happened before, and he knew that he had to get to the bottom of it. Even if it meant that he’d have to use his long-hidden ghost abilities.

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“I still can’t believe you waited till I woke up the next day, just to steal my voice away from me,” you said, recollecting your first sober encounter with your friend, as you walked side by side to the Building of Doom. School was just too boring for your liking.

"Well, if you had just shut up I wouldn’t have had to do it!” Jeongin defended himself, looking at you accusingly.

“Excuse me for being freaked out that a potential mad man was sitting in my chair!” you replied, sarcasm filling your tone as you shoved the boy beside you ever so slightly. “I still can’t understand why I’m the only one who can see and touch you.”

“Beats me too,” your friend sighed, falling into silence as soon as the sensitive topic was brought up. “Still no luck with finding it in the library?”

Since the day Jeongin had explained to you that you were the only one who could see and touch him and that was the reason why he had come after you, you had made it a mission to find out why things played out that way.

What made you so special that you were the only one who could interact with this cute ghost who had been wandering around so aimlessly — any and all hopes of finding peace — lost?

“Nope, not yet,” you spoke up. “But then again, I still have a few more books to go, so don’t lose hope yet.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, the rest of the walk continuing in silence.

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Two coffees later, you’re still on your second book, titled The Supernatural World, trying so hard to find the answer to the riddle you so badly wanted to solve.

Not being able to do anything, Jeongin sat beside you, head rested on his palm as he observed you going through page after page, taking a sip of your now cold coffee every now and then, and your distinct habit of shaking your leg due to the caffeine overload.

“Stop staring at me, idiot, you’re making me lose concentration,” you said, forcing the blush that was threatening to rise to stay down as you will your eyes to stay on the book and not to glance up at the handsome boy sitting across you.

You would definitely be lying if you said that your heart didn’t race every time he looked at you for longer than a second.

But then again, so did his.

None of you wanted to pay heed to the fact that you belonged in two very different and completely opposite worlds. It was like primary school all over again, when all you could think about was your crush on the boy who fended off some bullies for you.

This wasn’t primary school though, where you desperately hid your crushes from one another in fears of being made fun of by other friends. Over the months of growing closer to one another, you both knew that you liked each other, the need for confessions proving useless.

The way your gazes lasted longer than necessary, and the small things you had done for each other was more than enough proof that there was something going on between the both of you, and there was no need to speak of it. Just embracing it was more than enough because, at the end of the day, you both knew that your worlds were too different for anything to happen.

And finally, you got the answer you were looking for, for months. Unconsciously holding your breath, your eyes skimmed over the words on the fourth chapter of the book, your pulse elevating with every word you read.

“It is not normal for a supernatural being to be left stranded in the mortal world. However, it would not be an uncommon occurrence. More often than not, there will be a single person who can see and touch this supernatural being, with no exceptions. This would then indicate that this person was the soulmate of the supernatural being. When either one of the soulmates remains in the mortal world, the other shall not be able to pass in peace.”

Your grip on the book tightened, as you re-read the paragraph over and over again, as you try to comprehend what the book was trying to say.

Soulmates? You and Jeongin?

Somehow you didn’t question it.

“Hey, you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out,” Jeongin asked, concern filling him up as he slowly pried the book away from your hands. You didn’t bother stopping him, as you carefully watched his expression while he read the paragraph. And you were not surprised to see the realisation dawn on his face.

Clearly, he didn’t question it as well.

“Soulmates, huh?” he asked quietly, after a long silence, gaze fixated on the table. “Who would’ve thought?”

You let out a light chuckle, heart still pounding against your ribcage as you watched your soulmate lift his head up to look at you, eyes exchanging unspoken words.

Your mind was whirring, different scenarios popping up one after another when your train of thought was cut off by the boy in front of you.

“I’m leaving, Y/n,” he spoke up, face displaying firmness as he delivered his decision. “I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back.”

You felt your heart sink, as you looked at him confused, hurt, trying to decipher his decision. “W-what? What do you mean you’re leaving? Why?”

“Because if I stay here, I will just be holding you back from your own life. You have many years ahead of you, Y/n. I’m not taking that away from you,” he replied, fists curling into balls as he lightly hits the table in frustration.

Anger filled you, as you stood up to match his stance, leaning against the table as you minimised the distance between the two of you. “That’s not your decision to make.”

“Maybe not,” he said, pulling back to restore the distance between the both of you. “But my decision is to leave, and that’s up to me, not you.”

“Don’t you dare break my heart, Yang Jeongin,” you threatened the boy in front of you, tears welling up in your eyes, already knowing that there was no other way.

Being a ghost made Jeongin immortal, and that would mean you spending the majority of your life with a ghost that never grew old, only reuniting the day you cease to exist. Although painful, leaving you was a necessary decision, and Jeongin was more than willing to give that up. Even if it meant spending a good amount of years in solitude.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his own eyes glistening as you slowly started to lose sight of him.

Right before completely disappearing, you heard him whisper something with so much sincerity that you broke down in the middle of the local library, heart shattering into so many pieces you’re not sure you can mend it fully.

“I love you, Y/n, and I will never stop loving you.”

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The beeps from the heart monitor fill your ear, as you lay in the hospital bed, taking in the sight of your children and grandchildren.

“I’m not sure she has much time left,” you hear the doctor telling your family, the sound of sniffling following shortly after. “You might want to start saying your goodbyes now.”

The sight of your family piling into your room warmed your heart, knowing that you were not leaving this world alone.

Many years ago, you never would have thought that you would have moved on, started a family, and have many many grandchildren.

But life was full of surprises.

It took time — to heal your broken heart and move on as if nothing had happened — but all you had to do was convince yourself that this was what he would have wanted for you.

He chose to spend years and years in solitude just so that you could live yours filled with joy and happiness. The most you could do was give him what he wanted; the cute and sassy boy you adored so much that your heart hurt just thinking about him.

Not one day passed where you didn’t think of him; where he was, what he was doing, how he was feeling. But you knew that you weren’t the only one thinking of the other.

As your eyes traveled through the crowd, taking in the faces of your loved ones, one particular face standing right outside your room caught your eye.

Tall, black hair, brown eyes, very cute.

You’d never forget.

“It’s time to go, m’love,” you hear the voice you missed so dearly, surrounding you. “Just close your eyes and go to sleep. I’ll see you very soon.”

And with that promise, you closed your eyes, with a smile on your face, heart racing at the thought of the person you had so eagerly been waiting to see for years.

∞ end ∞

[sml8180]

Shot at Redemption - 05

A/N: It’s kinda funny that today is the 1 year anniversary of Far Cry 5′s release, and this chapter is called “Time”. I didn’t plan it that way, but, hey, it works. This community is amazing, and even though it hasn’t been long since I actually became active in this fandom, I can say that these last few weeks where I’ve been active and posting about it have been some of the most fun I’ve had. Also, btw, this chapter is really long (like, 8 pages in Google Docs long), so enjoy that-

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Time

Reading Joseph’s book quickly became a part of Rose’s routine, just as going down to the river had. She would wake up in the mornings, have a cup of coffee and read a few pages of the book while she listened to Joseph over her radio, before going down to the river to fish. A couple of weeks went by, and she had really settled in around Hope County. She actually enjoyed how much the area reminded her of Lincoln, and it didn’t have any of the things she’d hated about the little town she grew up in. Her parents weren’t there, her reputation didn’t exist here, she could be on her own.

Rose was coming back early from the river, carrying a fresh catch. She’d gotten lucky and caught a good sized fish after only a couple of casts, and so had some spare time, now. As she walked up the path to the cabin, she hummed to herself. The music that played on the station John had given her to listen to was honestly fairly decent, and she found herself humming a few of the songs while fishing or doing things around the cabin. Though she still wasn’t sure about God’s existence, or Joseph’s Project in general, their music was still good. Her humming stopped when she got within sight of the cabin, though. Sitting on the chair out on the porch was a stranger she hadn’t seen. He was of a strong build, tall, with bright red hair and a beard, wearing an army jacket and plain T-shirt. As she got closer, Rose spotted her backpack by the man’s feet. She really needed to find a way to keep people out of her damn cabin. She came closer, muscles tense as she tried to think of what to do. Her hands were full and she wasn’t about to drop what she had and risk losing or damaging things.

“Random person on my porch, what d’ya want?” She called to the man as she approached, getting to the steps. He looked up from fidgeting with the large knife he had in his hands. The man stood, tucking the knife away and picking up Rose’s backpack, slinging it over his shoulder as she came up the porch steps.

“To take a little pup back to the compound,” his voice was a bit quiet, and a little quiet, as if he didn’t use it often.

“What the hell? I don’t have to go anywhere with you, put my shit down,” Rose wasn’t amused. This had to be some kind of sick joke, because this wasn’t something that should be normal. Given, John had broken in and been reading off her arrest record one time, so normal was likely out the window once she got to Hope County.

“Joseph wants you at the compound, pup. You don’t have much of a choice.” As he spoke, the red-haired man took a few steps closer to Rose. She’d gotten onto the porch, setting her things by the cabinet that was by the steps. Before she knew what was happening, the tall man had grabbed her arm and was attempting to head her to a truck she hadn’t noticed at first. The woman resisted his grip, using her free arm to pull herself close to the railing to try to hold her ground.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, let go!” Rose pulled at her arm, her feet trying to find purchase on the wooden porch. The tall man’s grip loosened up, but before she could really do anything, Rose felt herself being lifted into the air. “Put me down!” Her protests fell on deaf ears, and she resorted to taking a few swings at the man, one hard punch connected with his shoulder, a kick landed at his hip, and another punch met by his eye. The last strike earned a curse from the man, and left a scratch, and would likely result in a black eye. Still, though, he didn’t let go of her slim frame; he simply hefted her over his shoulder as she punched at his back, shouting at him to put her down.

“Fighting me’s not gonna get you anywhere, girl,” was all he said in his quiet voice as he put her down for a moment, keeping her cornered with his bulky frame as he took out a set of zip-ties and restrained her hands. He got her into the truck, throwing her bag into the bed, before getting into the driver’s seat. Without another word, he got them on the road and drove to the compound.

The ride was silent, aside from the sound of the truck’s engine. Whoever Rose’s captor was, he didn’t have the radio going, he didn’t hum like Joseph did when it was silent, and he wasn’t a talker like John. She didn’t break the silence, herself, though it unnerved her. Silence, in her experience, was almost never a good thing. But, there wasn’t much she could do about this silence, not with her hands behind her back. So, Rose simply took to watching the scenery pass by outside the truck window as the red-haired stranger drove. Eventually, Rose recognized a familiar sight out the window; a group of small white outbuildings, surrounded by fencing, all around a small white church. As the man pulled the truck in, Rose took in the compound for only the second time. This time, though, she wouldn’t have the chance to leave as quickly as she had when she’d first arrived. The truck was stopped, and the driver got out, grabbing Rose’s backpack from the bed and opened her door, pulling her out and once again settling her over his shoulder and carrying her towards the small church.

Inside, the church was simple, with a few rows of pews and a few chairs at the back. Rose couldn’t see what was at the front of the space until she was put down, pushed to her knees as a strong hand held her there. Her bag was set on one of the front pews, and she took in the space before her. There was a small platform in front of her, with a pulpit atop it, but what drew her eye was above all that. The window in the wall before her was shaped just like the pattern she’d seen all over the compound, the same cross that was on the front cover of the book John had given her. After attempting to stand, only to be firmly held in place, Rose simply remained kneeling, attempting to slip her hands out of their restraints. Several long, silent moments passed, before she heard steps behind her. She tried to turn to see who was approaching, but the man holding her in place prevented it.

“Why is she restrained?” Joseph’s voice was as calm as it ever was as he spoke. “And what happened to your eye?”

“The pup’s a little spitfire. Put up a fight when I went to get her,” came her abductor’s hoarse voice.

“You grabbed me after you’d been sitting on my porch waiting for me like a creep!” Rose protested, turning her head to try to direct her voice to the redhead. “What the fuck did you expect?!”

“Cut her ties, Jacob.” Joseph’s voice was firm as he addressed the other male in the room. So this was the third brother? Things made a bit more sense, now.

With a moment of hesitation, Jacob sighed, pulling out his knife and making quick work of cutting the heavy plastic that restrained Rose. She brought her hands in front of her after he let go of them, pulling the cut plastic from her wrists. The skin was raw, and her pulling had caused the plastic to dig in and cut into her wrists, making them bleed. They would need to be wrapped up when she got the chance. Rose didn’t bother to turn towards the heavy footsteps that walked away from her, stopping somewhere at the back of the church. With her head down, Rose could see Joseph’s feet come into view, and stop in front of her. There was nothing but silence for a few moments, before Joseph finally spoke up.

“Look at me,” his voice was calm, almost as if he were speaking to an upset child. Despite her curiosity, though, Rose refused to play along with him. He urged her again, “Look at me, Rose.” Still, she refused to look up at him. “I won’t ask again, child. Look at me.” The Father’s tone was far more serious, now, more demanding. But, Rose held her ground, refusing to turn her gaze up towards him. Joseph went silent for a moment, and Jacob’s steps came towards her again. The man knelt behind her, and she cursed as she felt a tug on her ponytail, forcing her to look up towards his younger brother.

“I’d listen if I were you, pup,” Jacob’s voice was even more rough in her ear, and his grip on her hair was tight. He was leaning over her, his face not far from her own. Without a second thought, and without a word, Rose spat at the larger man, glaring at him the entire time. Jacob glared back, using his free hand to wipe the spit from his cheek, “You little-”

“Do not stoop to her level, Jacob,” Joseph cut his brother off. Jacob took a breath, glaring at Rose before settling more behind her, keeping a tight grip on her hair to force her to look up at Joseph. “Doing so will only feed her behavior.”

Rose looked up at Joseph, glaring at him. A tense silence fell between them, before Joseph set a hand on Jacob’s shoulder. She felt the harsh grip on her hair vanish, and heard Jacob step away. In place of the painful grip on her hair, Rose felt a more gentle hand on her. Joseph was gripping her jaw, firm but not harsh. It was just enough to keep her head in place, as her eyes met his behind those tinted aviators he wore. Now that she was actually looking at the man, Rose noticed that Joseph wasn’t wearing a shirt as he knelt in front of her. His torso was bare, and her eyes roamed over the various tattoos she could see, before she took note of his scars. There were scars all over his torso, most from various cuts, but a number of them were clearly intentional, as they formed letters that spelled out several of what she remembered to be the seven deadly sins. She could see “Sloth” by his right shoulder, “Greed” on his upper arm, and “Lust” on his lower abdomen.

“John said that you agreed to join us,” he finally said, his eyes never leaving her own.

“Yeah, to save my own ass. I’m not about to get arrested because some smug bastard decided to use my record against me,” Rose practically spat her response. John had broken in and threatened to turn her in if she didn’t join up with them. It wasn’t exactly something she could refuse.

“So much anger in you, so much wrath,” Joseph mused. He didn’t let go of her chin as he observed her reaction. “That isn’t all that’s there, though. I know it. Nobody only suffers from just one sin plaguing their soul. Tell me, Rose, what else is there?”

“I don’t have to tell you shit,” she spat in response. She could hear her father’s voice in the back of her head, repeating “Wrath, Pride, Greed”, echoing still after years away from him. Those three sins, the three vices her father had always seen in her, always brought up every time she got into trouble. Those words would follow her until her dying day.

“Well,” a third male voice came to her ears. It was John, entering through the doors of the small church and walking towards Joseph and herself. “I see greed in her. Joining only to keep from being arrested. Thinking only of herself in that moment.” His voice was as smooth as ever as he came closer, standing over her kneeling form. “And judging by her records, pride wouldn’t be a bad guess, either.”

“Shut up, Blue,” Rose spat the words, pulling her jaw from Joseph’s grasp to look up towards the youngest Seed.

A harsher grip came to her chin, forcing her head back towards Joseph. He took a deep breath, keeping a tight grasp on the female’s chin as he looked her over. John didn’t respond to her comment, as he simply took a seat in one of the front row pews, watching with a smirk.

“Her attitude certainly needs work, just as you said, John,” Joseph mused absently as he held Rose’s chin. “We will have her compliant, soon enough.”

Jacob stood from his seat further back, “I can get Faith, she could give her a dose of Bliss,” he offered. Joseph shook his head.

“No. Faith has been failing to follow my wishes when it comes to her methods with Bliss,” he stated. “From now on, Bliss will only be used as a last resort, and only for those who cannot be saved in any other way.” He stood up, finally letting go of Rose’s chin, and placing his hand instead on the top of her head, keeping her from getting up. “I want you to take her, Jacob. See what you can do.”

“What, I don’t get a say in this shit?” Rose questioned, as Joseph’s hand left her head and she felt Jacob’s hand on her arm, trying to pull her to stand.

“That’s right. Now get your ass up,” Jacob responded, pulling at her arm. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to fight off all three of them if she caused a scene, Rose reluctantly stood up. Jacob lead her by the arm out of the small church, and back to the truck. She walked with him, but didn’t go as calmly as he would’ve liked, still pulling and refusing to keep up. He got her to the truck, opening the passenger side door. Before she could get in, though, he pulled out another set of zip-ties and once again restrained her arms behind her back, before pulling out a strip of heavy fabric and tying it over her eyes to keep her from seeing where she was being taken. “I don’t want a word out of you, pup. Not a word, understand?” He got a mere nod in response, and hummed his approval, hefting Rose’s small frame into the truck and closing the door. Rose could hear him get into the driver’s seat and start the engine, and felt as they started to move, having no idea where the Soldier was taking her. They drove for what felt like ages, until Rose eventually nodded off, unable to keep herself awake, despite the situation.

When Rose awoke, she found herself in a dim room, tied to a chair as she faced a blank sheet tacked up to the wall. The only light source was a projector not far from her, casting various images onto the sheet as Jacob spoke. Her mind was foggy, and she wasn’t paying full attention as she pulled at her restraints. After some time, she heard music, like one would hear from a music box, as Jacob stepped into view. The next thing she knew, she was out like a light.

The next time Rose remembered waking up, she was locked in a cage, laying on the ground, with every muscle in her body protesting as she tried to sit up. She was sore, bruised, and almost painfully hungry, but she wasn’t going to show it. Now sitting up, she could look around. There were other cages around her, some with people inside them, some empty, but she didn’t pay much mind to them. Jacob was seated on a folding chair not far from the bars of her cage, and she looked up at him, ignoring that he was eating something.

“Well, look who’s finally up again,” he observed, looking directly at her. “Looking pretty rough, there, pup.” Jacob was smirking, now, as if he were amused by her battered state.

“I’ve taken worse, Army Boy. It’ll take a lot more than this to break me.” It took more effort than Rose had expected to sound confident. She hoped he didn’t notice, but when he gave her a smirk, she knew he’d seen right through her.

“Oh? So that must mean you’re not hungry, then,” he taunted, bringing a bite of what he was eating close enough to the bars for her to grab if she just reached for it. Rose glared at him, her eyes fixed on his blue ones, as she clenched her fists, resisting the strong urge to reach through the bars and grab the food. The man smirked, pulling the food away from the cage and making a show of himself putting the bite into his mouth. “Seems not. You’re a stubborn one, pup, but I’ll get through. I swear it, even if it takes another week.” With that, he got up from his seat, winding a music box as he did. It began to play when he opened it up, and once again, Rose’s world went dark.

The cycle repeated, Rose waking up in the same dim room, restrained, watching slides go by on the wall. That damn song played again, she was out like a light, and woke up again in her cage. By now, she could hardly think about anything. Her body ached, she was dehydrated, having been given just enough water to keep her from dying, and she was painfully hungry, having been given hardly any food for what she could only assume was two weeks, now. Rose forced her body up until she was sitting on the ground, and she looked up to Jacob, who was once again sitting outside the cage, eating.

“All you have to do is give in, pup,” there was an amused tone just coming through in his voice. As he spoke, Joseph strode into view. He was wearing a shirt, this time, along with a vest that matched the jacket he’d been wearing when Rose had first met him. The Father stood to the side, silent, simply watching her and Jacob. The older Seed repeated his motions from the previous week, bringing a bite of his food close enough for Rose to reach should she choose to. “All you need to do is take it. Show that you’ll bend for us, pup. If you do that, we’ll let you out.” This time, Rose couldn’t deny it, she was too hungry and too weak. She tried to reach for the fork Jacob held towards the bars, but he pulled it back from her reach, earning a few quiet curses from Rose.

Joseph stepped forward, now, taking the fork from his brother and kneeling by the bars of the cage. Rose looked at him, exhausted, sore, and starving. “No hands, Rose. Come closer, and I will feed you,” his words were calm, almost comforting after she had heard nothing but Jacob’s rough voice and harsh words for two weeks straight. Rose hesitated for a moment, before finally pulling herself towards the bars as Joseph offered the fork to her. When she was close enough, Rose opened her mouth, and Joseph brought the fork to her, letting her take the bite off and pulling it away as she chewed and swallowed the first food she’d had in days.

“What do you say to the Father, pup?” Jacob questioned, watching her.

Rose took a moment to respond, having to force her voice to work. “Th- Thank you…” she said, her voice hoarse and weak.

“Thank you, what?” Jacob urged. She knew what he wanted, and she didn’t want to say it. After she said nothing, he spoke again. “Maybe you need a bit more time, then.”

The thought of more time having to endure this seemed like a nightmare to Rose. After a short moment, she forced herself to speak again, looking at Joseph with tired eyes. “Thank you, Father…”

Joseph reached through the bars of the cage, his left hand, wrapped in a rosary, gripped her own as they shook, while his right came to the side of her head, his thumb lightly stroking her temple. “You are welcome, my child.” After he held her hand for a moment longer, Joseph stood, looking to his older brother. “You see, Jacob? All she needed was a bit of time.” Following the Father’s statement, Rose couldn’t keep herself together any longer. She lowered herself to lay on the dirt floor of the cage, and let herself slip into darkness once more, her exhaustion becoming too much for her to take.

[pepperonijem]

IDK Single || Steve Rogers

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: you and Steve have broken up and although you try to hide it, you just don’t know how to be single. {Neighbors!AU; written for @bucky-at-bedtime’s 1.5k writing challenge}

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: drink dranking, also it’s a lil angsty?

A/N: this is based off of the song “IDK Single” by LOOTE. Give it a listen! They have a bunch of good post-breakup songs that are upbeat and make you feel a lil bit better even when you’re single. I stan them. (also shoutout to my girl Upo for beta reading this!!) And a big frick u to writer’s block, this is the first thing I’ve written in a month that I feel proud of

Thump. Thump. Thump. Was it the bassline of the song or was that the blood pounding in your head?  Was that a pair of hands snaking around your waist or was it just the alcohol taking a toll on your liver? Honestly, at this point, was there even a difference? Every sensation was dulled down and reduced to nothing.

The only music you heard was when he was speaking, and the only time you felt electricity was when he was touching you, but he took all of that away with him when he walked out of your life. Unfortunately however, he was still your neighbor, so most of your nights were spent trying to get away from him and getting him out of your thoughts. So here you were, at some random party at a club in SoHo trying to start over with whoever was grinding against you right now -- it definitely wasn’t him. But you wished it was. Deep down, you really did. You tried to swing your hips with the beat and focus on the drunken whispers being spoken into your ear, but it was no use, because it wasn’t his voice. And well, you can’t help it. You don’t know how to be single.

“I guess this is it.” His voice was tired. Tired of shouting, tired of calling out to you, tired of trying. It wasn’t sadness that laced his voice anymore, it wasn’t even anger. Emotion had left him weeks ago. “I guess so.” The voice that escaped your lips was not your own. It was the voice of a broken person, and you were done trying to hide it. “Goodbye, Steve.”

That was the end of almost a year of sleepless nights and spontaneous dates and whispered I love you’s, but unfortunately not the end of your feelings for him. It had been over a month since you last saw Steve. He was a man of routine, and you were thankful for it because it made it so much easier for you to avoid him. You spent your days holed up in your bedroom watching Netflix with your headphones in so that Steve wouldn’t be able to hear you watching The Princess Diaries for the 26th time, and you only left your apartment when you knew he was in his. You often went out to clubs and parties every night in other parts of New York to avoid him and his friends, and only came home after 3 am when you knew Steve was deep asleep. Sometimes, you swear you can hear his faint snoring through the thin wall that separated your bedrooms, and the sound made your heart skip. You would mentally curse yourself, but then stay up for another hour reminiscing and missing the feeling of Steve’s skin on yours.

You thought about that night constantly. His voice still ringing in your head, drowning out the upbeat music that washed over the club. You stepped away from the dance floor, having to pry the guy’s hands off your waist, and headed towards the bar. The lingering thoughts of Steve were a sign that you were not intoxicated enough. You sat down on a stool and flagged down the bartender. “Give me a double of whatever your strongest thing is here,” you asked. The   bartender gave you a concerned look but then slid over a shot glass. You downed it quickly and savored the burn of the alcohol down your throat. You spun around in your stool to look around at the sea of people and all of a sudden you felt trapped. Part of you wanted to fool around, find someone new, but the other part of you just wanted to be alone.

In another club in another part of the city, Steve leaned against the bar counter, sipping on a beer. The alcohol had virtually no effect on him, but he liked the comfort it brought. He looked around, and sighed. “God, it’s crowded,” he said aloud. He turned around, expecting to see your face, but instead saw an empty bar stool. It was the fourth time tonight he’s done that, tried speaking to you but forgetting you were gone. He made eye contact with Bucky who was standing across the room with his arm wrapped around a pretty girl.He looked at Steve with concern in his eyes, but Steve smiled and raised his beer up and Bucky smiled in satisfaction before redirecting his attention. Steve’s smile faltered once out of Bucky’s gaze, but he hoped it was enough for Bucky to think Steve was doing okay. This is the third party Bucky brought him to in the last two weeks, but each one seemed even more draining than the last. He really thought that after two weeks he’d feel better, over you even, but if he was being honest, you had him fuc-- Steve was distracted from his thoughts by a tap on his shoulder.

He turned around quickly to see an almost familiar face. It was almost yours. He pasted a smile on his face once again and smiled at the stranger who was now speaking to him. He had absolutely no idea what they were saying, as all Steve could think about was if their nose was just a little bit smaller, or their eyes just a little bit brighter, he would be looking at you. Steve nodded in response, just to be polite, and was honestly surprised when all of a sudden there was a napkin with a phone number stuffed into his hand. The stranger was gone again and Steve looked down at the number. He shoved it into his pocket, but he knew he wasn’t going to be calling any time soon. He almost felt guilty about it, but he knew it wouldn’t lead anywhere and he didn’t want to waste anyone’s time. He really thought that by now he’d feel different, but he still missed you. Bucky walked over to him with the same girl he was with earlier and pat him on the back. “I saw you talking to someone earlier, pal.” Bucky teased. “Did’ya get a number?”

Steve looked down and let out a sad chuckle. “Yeah, I did,” he admitted. He of course left out the fact that he won’t even call it. Bucky playfully punched his shoulder. “And who’s this lovely lady?” he asked Bucky.

“This is Dot,” Bucky introduced. She reached out and shook Steve’s hand politely. “We’re about to head out, maybe take a walk.” Bucky wrapped an arm around Dot and she looked up lovingly at him. “Do you have cab fare for tonight?”

Steve nodded in response. “Yeah, no worries, you two have a good night.” He waved goodbye to the couple as they made their way out of the building. He looked down at his watch and saw that it was already 2 in the morning and set his beer back on the counter. He followed them out to the street and quickly hailed down a cab, giving the driver his address and asking him to step on it. Steve didn’t mind being home late, really, but he knew how you were. He knew that you haven’t been coming home until he did, because he knew you were trying to avoid him. He could very well be out until dawn, but he also knew you hated being out past 3, because you thought it was the haunted hour. Steve had always teased you for your superstition, but he had taken your fears to heart. He also knew that you tried to stay out after him because it helped you to feel like you were winning. Even now, after losing you, he still wanted you to win.

Within a few minutes he was back at his apartment. He unlocked his door and walked in, enjoying the quiet and the stillness of his home. He changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt and plopped down on his bed. He folded his arms under his head and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the sweet release of sleep to take him over.

You stumbled your way back to the bar, demanding for another shot of tequila. “Sorry pal, but I gotta cut you off, you’ve clearly had too much,” the bartender reprimanded. You huffed in response but didn’t argue. “I’ll call you a cab, it’s almost 3,” she said. You nodded and waited on a bar stool until she let you know that the cab was waiting outside. You hopped in and managed to give the driver your address, despite slurring your words. You dozed off in the car but woke back up when the driver came to an abrupt stop at your building.

The stairs were your next obstacle and you were doing fine until they started moving like the magic stairs in Hogwarts. You took your time with each step and by the time you made it to your door, it was well past 3 am. You felt jitters go up your spine as your mind wandered off to the scary stories your cousins used to tell you when you were younger. You managed to pull out your keys and tried hard to jam them into the lock. Unfortunately, you were way too intoxicated to have any control over your fine motor skills and you relented to just banging against the door in hopes it would just magically open.

Well, in this case magic was real, because after several minutes of desperate banging, the door opened.

“Steve?” Your voice came out as barely more than a whisper. Even though the alcohol blurred your vision, you could recognize the scent of his cologne and the width of his shoulders anywhere. His presence being so close to you overwhelmed your senses and you began to sober up enough to realize that you had been banging on the wrong door this whole time. You cleared your throat and looked at Steve apologetically. “I-I’m sorry I thought this was my door, but I guess I was knocking on yours. I’ll just—“ you turned to walk over to the door beside Steve’s, and pulled your keys out once again.

Before you could unlock your door however, Steve grabbed hold of your forearm, sending shivers through you and making you pause to look back at him. For the first time in weeks you saw something in his eyes: pain. Dark circles rimmed his eyes and what used to be washed of electric blue in his irises were dulled down to a stormy gray and you felt a sting in your heart at the sight. His eyebrows furrowed together as he began to speak. “Please,” he begged. “Come home.”

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           T A S K    T H R E E   :   Q U E S T I O N N A I R E 

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 001. GENERAL.

does your character have any nicknames ? no, that’s sad someone give him one, make it stupid - like boo bear.

when was your character born ? november 11th, 1984.

where was your character born ? valdez, colorado.

is your character allergic to anything ? nah, this bitch invincible.

does your character have any illnesses ? a doctor a day keeps the apple away.

what is your character’s mbti type ?  enfp, the campaigner.

what is your character’s economic status ? upper middle-class.

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 002. APPEARANCE.

what is the color of your character’s eyes ? hazel , i think.

what is the color and texture of your character’s hair ? ramen noodles.

how tall is your character ? six foot, yeet . his only redeeming quality imo .

what is your character’s body type ? lanky af, might break if u step on him.

does your character have any scars ?scarification cos he’s an edgy bitch, prick marks, picked scabs scars.

what is your character’s post prominent feature ? this dicc . kidding xd , his brows be thicc.

does your character have any body modifications ? no piercings, too many tattoos.

what is your character’s clothing style ? mismatched everything.

what does your character’s voice sound like ? annoying.

what does your character smells like ? weed, irish spring-old spice infusion, but mostly weed.

what are some unique mannerisms ( talking with their hands, accents, talking fast, etc ) your character has ? so many hand gestures, put them in your pockets fool.

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 003. FAMILY.

does your character have any siblings ?yeet, an older brother. we kinda stan, sometimes.

what are the names of your character’s parents ? are they still alive ? jane and ryan, they’re the whitest suburban parents okay don’t hold their names against them.

does your character have any children ?not that he knows of.

does your character have a spouse ? no, thank god.

who is your character’s favorite family member ? probably his brother uwu.

did they ever live with their family ? if so, how old were they when they left home ? yeppers, lived with them until he went to college.

does your character want to have children ? or do they want more, if they already have them ? yeah he wouldn’t mind, if it happened he’d be excited but like wldn’t put the effort in to be like hyfr kids !

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 004. FAVORITES.

season: one of true detective. he doesn’t care for the weather !

curse word: shit, that was a classic.

food: pizza, basic bitch.

book: what’s reading.

artist: fábio magalhães , disgusting .

animal: it’s weird to have a favourite animal and thas the fax.

tv show: mind hunter, the twilight zone.

movie: videodrome and don’t u forget it .

social media: y-y-youtube. ( also twitter & facebook ).

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 005. PERSONALITY.

is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted ? he acts like a dumbass but he’s smart-ish, he literally has a masters in film criticism, i mean u gotta be kinda smart to bullshit right.

what does your character want from a partner ? what do they think and feel of sex ? constant love and attention, sex is cool but watching your partner appreciate ur favourite part of ur favourite movie ? just as orgasmic .

what are your character’s weaknesses ? he’s a bad bitch u can’t kill him.

how well does your character accept / own up to their own mistakes ? how do they deal with the mistakes of others ? he owns up to his mistakes all the time, cos he makes a lot of them xd , he’s pretty forgiving but like . . [ gay judgement ]

is your character pragmatic ? responsible ? reckless?  i’m tasha, im 20 and i never learned the definition of pragmatic, good thing he’s reckless then.

how is your character’s imagination ? daydreaming a lot ? worried most of the time ? he doesn’t daydream per se but he has a lot of ideas that he’ll let you know about.

is your character aware of who they are ? of their strengths and weaknesses ?no, he’s oblivious. but ignorance is bliss yeet, it makes him invincible again , he’s a bad bitch. you can’t kill him.

how they react when facing a stranger’s suffering ? what about the suffering of their loved ones ? [ gay panic ] with strangers and [ gay judgement ] with family.

how do they feel about their physical body ? hates it, a shoddy vessel for an excellent soul.

what do other people think your character’s worst quality is ? well he’s a fuckin deadbeat so maybe jot that down.

is your character an introvert or an extrovert ? extrovert , disgusting.

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 006. EXPERIENCES.

has your character ever been arrested ? petty crimes, his parents always bailed him out tho shoutout to them uwu.

has your character ever cheated on a partner ? no, he fucks with monogamy ok ):

has your character ever been cheated on by a partner? no, none of his relationships have ever lasted long enough dhfjg

has your character ever been in love ? how did it turn out ? well ya, probably. how all relationships turn out, down the shithole.

has your character ever had sex ? what was their first time like ? he sure has, it was drunken and awkward and endearing in that way ig.

what was your character’s first party like ? drunken and awkward and endearing in that way. prolly blacked out.

who was your character’s first love ? redacted cos i’m too tired to head canon.

what is their best childhood memory ? what about the worst ? getting into shenanigans with his brother. worst - anything involving his parents and their sad eyes ’n judgement, gross.

what’s the most terrible thing that ever happened to your character ? when he woke up in a literal garbage dumb and got literal rabies and had to get a literal tetanus shot. that and the time he was constipated for like six days straight , ugh.

what are some past occupations your character has had, if any ? he’s delivered pizzas, glenn rhee is quaking. kidding he outsells ly boo.

what are their most embarrassing memory ? any time he’s shat his pants, there’s no way for it not to be embarrassing - no matter how many times it happens.

have they ever done charity work ? um no .. lmao.

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 007. QUIRKS.

does your character drink ? do they take drugs ? imagine if i said no.

what is your character’s most prized possession ? stupid film mementos given to him by stupid film ppl.

what are three things you can always find in your character’s wallet / purse ? condoms ( i say this as if he ever gets laid ), cash, cards.

what are your character’s bad habits ? his whole life, that and he leaves the toilet seat up.

is your character a night owl or early bird ? night owl, hoot hoot.

do they prefer crunchy or smooth peanut butter ? s-s-smooth?

do they prefer netflix or hulu ?both.

do they prefer cats or dogs ? dogs.

are they left handed, right handed or ambidextrous ? left handed, quirky bitch.

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 008. RANDOM.

did your character like school ? what was their favorite subject ? [ me in 2k12 vc ] i love learning, i just hate homework and like, school and applying things. english ):

is your character good at their job ? hell yeah fr !

what is your character’s dream job ? doesn’t have one, legend.

what is your character afraid of ? what keeps them up at night ? not being in control of bodily functions, aging.

what did your character’s childhood home look like ? was it in valdez ? it sure was, and it was white picket fence suburbia. v cute.

what is your character’s level of comfort with technology ? decent. he knows how to troubleshoot and stuff, he doesn’t use computers for that much though.

what is a talent your character thinks they have but is very wrong about ?singing … sweaty … hush … this is why the band died.

what is a talent your character actually has ? driving , is that a talent ? no ? ok, then having swag.

what does your character’s home look like? listen their apartment is nice ok, it’s just made ugly by bobby’s presence.

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Another Late Tag

🎀Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people some of your faves.

I am aware that this is hella long and hella late, but I appreciate being tagged in these things and I love learning about all you lovely people in the fandom.

ALRIGHT LETS GET ITTTTT.

Last: 1. Drink - H2O bro 2. Phone call - I got a phone call from an unknown number while I was at work, so I called back and a random lady with a British accent answered and said she never called me??? 🤔 3. Text message - I’m currently absent from a game, so one of my teammates is filling me in on all the tea I’m missing. Apparently there’s beef between teams. 👀 4. Song you listened to - Praise You by Fatboy Slim (it was in a playlist, let me live.) 😂 5. Time you cried - uhhh Monday (today is Wednesday). So basically two days ago. 😅

Ever: 6. Dated someone twice? - Yes haha 7. Kissed someone and regretted it - Definitely.  8. Been cheated on - stealing this quote from @spiffydolan​ 👉 “technically yes, but really no” 9. Lost someone special - Yes 😳 10. Been depressed - ..Yes. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up - haha never 😁😁

3 Favorite colours: 12. Neutrals - Black, white, and beige  13. Blue!!! 14. Trendy Colours - so your basic olive green, millennial pink, maroon etc etc 

In the last year (2017) have you: 15. Made new friends - I made this account in December and made so many friends on here that I’m so grateful for every day 😭AND THAT’S JUST ON TUMBLR. I feel like I branched out a lot this year and met so many cool ppl. 2017 was a good year.  16. Fallen out of love - Yes..and tbh it’s one of the worst feelings ever.  17. Laughed until you cried - not something I do often, but I think so. 18. Found out someone was talking about you - haha all the time #TalkShitGetHit 19. Met someone who changed you - Yes.  20. Found out who your friends are - “When people show you their true colours, believe them.” 👉 I feel like we all know the truth about who people are and its just a matter of whether we want to admit it to ourselves or not. There are a lot of people in my life that I know shouldn’t be here but I don’t have the heart to let go of just yet..it’s a work in progress.  21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - uhhhhh probably LOL

General: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl - tbh, I tried to do a facebook cleanse and remove anyone I didn’t associate with in real life but that lasted for like 2 seconds LMAO 23. Do you have any pets - I have a weenie dog 😊 24. Do you want to change your name - I don’t quite like my name, but I don’t think anything else would match me???  25. What did you do for your last birthday - I went to a club with my 2 best friends and we ran into some friends and celebrated all together. Then I had a intimate little dinner with all my closest friends and family. OH I also cut all my hair off - so I guess there’s that 😂😂 Best birthday I’ve had so far. 26. What time did you wake up today - 7:45 am, even though my alarm was set for 8:45 🙄 27. What were you doing at midnight last night - Sleeping, most likely. Or finishing up a FaceTime sesh with @silly-silly-fangirl​  28. What is something you can’t wait for - Everything and anything involving @silly-silly-fangirl​ #Toronto2k18 30. What are you listening to right now - Teen Rocket by Tigers Jaw (against my better judgement, this is for a music challenge)  31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom - I..don’t think so? 32. Something that’s getting on your nerves - Haha a lot of things. Uhh lets see: My boss, my friends, negative ppl EVERYWHERE 33. Most visited website - Probably Tumblr or YouTube 34. Hair color - Chestnut Brown. I know this because when I used to colour pictures as a kid with pencil crayon, I would use the Chestnut Brown pencil crayon for my hair. 😂😂 35. Long or short hair -  In the aforementioned birthday question, I cut all my hair off, but its growing back.                                                                                          36. Do you have a crush on someone - Lol I have like..a crush for every occasion. I have a work crush, a school crush, a basketball crush..literally a crush for every place I go.                                                                                   37. What do you like about yourself - Turning Pain into Power, Positivity, and Patience. 4 P’s 🙏

38. Want any piercings? - I was thinking about getting my seconds because literally everyone has so many badass piercings and I dont (my parents would kill me). 39. Blood type - B positive! I got tested at a lil set up at my school for blood donation. DONATE BLOOD YALL!!!! Seriously, you could save like 3 lives from that ish.  40. Nicknames - Ni, Nina, Nitts/Mama Nitts (why), Nids, NiNi, T, Nitty, Littya etc etc 41. Relationship status - Single and satisfied ✌️ 42. Zodiac - Leo ♌ 43. Pronouns - she/her 44. Favorite TV shows - Jane the Virgin, How To Get Away With Murder, Riverdale (these are just recents)  45. Tattoos - Honey....would u put a bumper sticker on a bentley  46. Right or left handed - righty is tighty  ✌️ ✌️ 47. Ever had surgery - I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed, but I wasn’t put to sleep. I had local anesthetic and I was awake for the whole thing, IT WAS FUCKING BRUTAL I cried the whole time the dental assistant had to wipe my tears throughout the procedure lmao  48. Piercings - I have a tongue ring 😜🤘 49. Sport - Cheerleading 🎀 50. Vacation - Tryna reach NOLA for Mardi Gras next year you already knowwww @spiffydolan​ 🎉🎉 51. Trainers - wut

More general: 52. Eating - either way too much or not enough and no in between 53. Drinking - Water. Always water. I got some free coconut water at work though, so I mean that was pretty cool. 54. I’m about to watch - Riverdale? idk I got a lot of shows to catch up on. 55. Waiting for - My new apartment to be ready! 🤗 56. Want - mostly just a bunch of household things for my new place. But also, want @silly-silly-fangirl​ to come visit me in Toronto :( 57. Get married - Yeah, maybe. I gotta find someone to like me first 😅 58. Career - I’ve lowkey always wanted to be a teacher and my entire life has basically been me avoiding becoming a teacher soooo yeah lmao. Right now I’m on the track to Midwifery but I’m? chaning my mind?? idk. 

Which is better: 59. Hugs or kisses - I wanna say hugs cause I feel like you can’t kiss everyone. But the people you can kiss...damn.  60. Lips or eyes - eyes 61. Shorter or taller - I’m not one of those cute, dainty, short girls. I’m 5′6, so taller would be appreciated  😅 62. Older or younger - older 63. Nice arms or stomach - I have neither so 💁 64. Hookup or relationship - Relationship? idk I’m kinda living the single life rn and I’m just chilling so I wouldn’t mind a casual thing here or there BUT WHO HAS THE TIME 65. Troublemaker or hesitant - I’m the best mix of both 😏

Have you ever: 66. Kissed a stranger - Yes 🙈 67. Drank hard liquor - Yes 68. Lost glasses - Probably 69. Turned someone down - Yes 😪 70. Sex on first date - Not...yet? 71. Broken someones heart - Yes  72. Had your heart broken - Yes 😞 73. Been arrested - Nope 😇 74. Cried when someone died - Yes 💔 75. Fallen for a friend - Not a close friend, but yeah.

Do you believe in: 76. Yourself - I do 😌 77. Miracles - Absolutely 78. Love at first sight - Maybe not? Probably more like a significant encounter typa vibe

79. Santa Claus - haha no 80. Kiss on a first date - To be proper, no. Butttt there are def exceptions. 81. Angels - YES 

Other: 82. Best friend’s name - In the great words of Mindy Kaling “Best friend is a tier, not a person.” Butttt @silly-silly-fangirl​ (If u couldn’t already tell) is one of my favorite people on this planet atm. 83. ‎Eye color - Brown? I wanna say hazel, but the twins literally INVENTED hazel w their eye colour and I cannot compete. 84. Favorite movie - Hardest question ever...I always say Zorro 85. ‎Favorite actor - Leonardo DiCaprio? Viola Davis? Robert DeNiro??

Thank you so so much to @spiffydolan for the tag. U da best. 💜💜

Gonna tag some of my favorite blogs at the moment. If you’ve already been tagged/want to sit out of this tag, consider this a shoutout! Thanks for being awesome 😊 @ethandolanakae-tee-wee-tee @laneswervingdolan @pandasaremyspritanimal @broncodolan @silly-silly-fangirl @coconutethan @dolanwaffles