#anyway I haven’t had this much serotonin in a hot minute

[princesscallyie]

Hello everyone, I just wanted to let everyone know that I did it. I’ve won the game. I got my mans AND his weapon! Let me tell you, he tears through enemies like paper, baby… Literally obsessed, he’s the best character in the game idk

[laketaj24]

Serotonin III

A/N: Hey! Here’s the final part!!! I hope you enjoy it! I am working on three requests for Mr. Baker and Part 2 to The Business! My taglists and requests are open! Let me know what you think! Happy Reading!

Pairing: Colson Baker X Reader

Warnings: Language, Nudity, Lowkey Pettiness, Smut, orgasm denial

Inspo Song: Acting Like That : Yungblud ft. MGK, Travis Barker

Serotonin Masterlist,  MY MASTERLIST

Meg: I can’t believe you left me at the club! I was joking with your petty ass!

Colson: you said if I wanted her, go get her. I did

Meg: so you really are choosing her over me?

Meg: hello?

Meg: I know god damn well you getting my texts, you asshole

Meg: Colson.

Colson: who is this?

Meg: real funny

Colson: what you want?

Meg: Are you still coming tonight?

The hours  passed since he left seemed like seconds; maybe you’d fucked up. Overreacted by busting his phone up and making him go.

Shit.

The fact that he left his phone left meant Colson knew you’d fucked it up this time. You tossed the phone on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, and to make matters worst, you couldn’t even text and say come back because you had the phone. You’d fucked up.

Guilt played a weird role in your relationship, making Colson feel guilt, easy as pie. He did shit all the time, and even when he didn’t, his little ass found reasons for him to still feel some guilt. Guilt rarely rested on your shoulders, but here tonight, it rested heavily on your shoulders. You stare down at the text messages, there were several avenues you could take to resolve the issue. The first was just say you were sorry; apologies meant a lot. But a text wouldn’t do; for starters, it wouldn’t do because you had his phone. He wouldn’t see it. Secondly, Colson would eat the texted apology and spit it out in your face if you did that to him. Your arguments had been more than toxic in the past, and you may or may not have told him text apologies were trash. The only actual resolution was to drive over to the house and do it face to face. Unfortunately, that would not be an easy feat either.

You dressed quickly, taking one of his out of the box outside your bedroom. You slide on his purple EST sweatsuit. His aroma still lingered even though it’d been washed. The musky scent of his earthy Cologne intertwined with his weed because the man smoked enough for his whole team. It was a scent you’d grown accustomed to, felt like home, even sliding back into his clothes.

The drive over usual took forty minutes, traffic and all, but today it lasted ten, or it felt like ten, and no matter how many times you rehearsed your apology, it still tasted like dirt when you said it.

“Colson, I overreacted.” You braced a smile in your rearview mirror and then leaned into the steering wheel. “Colson, you’re gonna forgive me because you’re a fucking cheater.” You growled and slammed your fist into the passenger’s seat. “Colson- I am sorry I broke your phone. I will go with you to buy another one.” You laughed and reached for the vape filled with the THC vape. It’d be best to be high talking to him. The vape hits smooth, the fruity flavor hitting your tongue before your lungs, and then a plume of smoke fills the car as you exhale. Fuck.

The knock on your window scares you, but only a little as Slim waves. He points down, signaling you to roll the window down. You do, and the plume leaves with the small gust of wind the fresh air brings. “What are you doing out here Y/N? It’s three in the morning?”

“Shit.” You glance at the fluorescent blue digits on the clock. “Damnit.”

“Yeah, you good?” Slim smirks knowing the answer.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“I can go get him.”

“No,” you said quickly. “I’ll come in a few.”

“bet, I’m gonna lock this gate.” He laughed as he walked away.

He faded from your view, and you slinked down in your seat, regathering what you were planning once more. Ten minutes passed, and you hit the vape four more times, feeling your body relax and the tension dissipates. It was time; either he forgave you, or you would just sleep in the car until he did. Every light in the house was on, upstairs and down; they never slept at night. They just slept until the next afternoon and started the party all over again. It's the one reason you refused to live with him; your sleep schedule would be fucked.

You stand at the grand doors and knock a few times, hoping they hear you over the loud ass music that played in the room over. It stopped abruptly after a few seconds, and you could hear his long strides headed to the door.

“If you don’t have food, go back home.” Colson’s playful voice came from the other side.

“I-,” You chuckled. “I don’t have food; everything was closed.”

“When I apologized to you, I had fucking food. Go get food and come back. The pizza place on Simmons is open until five.”

“Colson, please.”

“You can call Door Dash or whoever, but the entry fee is food.” The music started back, Dopeman – lyrics raged from the door, and your mouth dropped.

This fucking asshole had audacity and some fucking nerve, You banged against the door, but this time the music did not stop. He was being serious, a food fucking entry fee. Fuck him! Ten minutes passed, and he did not budge. The music continued, and you swore you could hear actual drums being played inside.

Fine. He wanted food; you’d bring him food. It was hard to strip in the back of a car, but you did. You stripped out of your clothes and grabbed the one pair of heels that never left your car. You called them fuck me heels, but it wasn’t because you were trying to get fucked. They were six inches and incredibly hard to walk in; you hated them. The most said was usually FUCK ME, when you wore them. If Colson wanted to be an ass, you’d level the playing field. You liked putting on a show too. You laid on your horn for a minute, knowing it would get his attention, clicked the headlights to your car, and stepped out into the crisp air of the night. He didn’t have too many neighbors but now was their opportunity if they wanted to see you naked. You stood bare ass in front of your car awaiting the jealous Colson. You knew well to show his face, and like clockwork, he arrived.

“What the fuck are you doing!” He yelled, charging from the house. “Y/N.”

“You said to bring food. Well, come eat.”

“You’re not fucking cute.” Colson snapped as he slid out of his jacket. He quickly wrapped your body in the black leather jacket and tossed you over his shoulder. “Fucking spoiled ass. You could have just went and got the motherfucking pizza.”

“It’s late.”

“I know what time it is,” He hissed. Colson entered the house, eyeing his friends. “Don’t even look at her.” He warned as he carried you up the steps; his hand came down on your ass with each step until you two finally reached his bedroom. Colson tossed you onto the plush black comforter and stood in front of you, “Why are you here?”

“You left your phone.” The line seemed innocent enough, but there was little innocence behind it.

“You broke it.” His confused look makes you laugh; cupping your mouth, he smacks. “Don’t come over here tryna laugh at you throwing shit at me Y/N.”

“I thought-.”

“I know what you thought.” He pointed at you, “So don’t try to sugarcoat it. You thought I was dicking  you down and then going back to her. Then you read them messages and realized you were a whole asshole.” He stated matter of fact.

“So, you’re not gonna let me talk.”

“Did you let me talk before you tossed me out? Why are you here anyway? It’s four in the morning. ”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You attempted to kick off the heels, and he grabbed your foot, stopping you from sliding it off.

“That guilty conscience is heavy, huh??” He cracked a smile and shook his head. “Leave them on.”

“You won.” You whispered. “I fucked up,” the omission tumbled from your lips unwillingly.

“Was that an apology?” Colson teased.

“I’m not saying it again.”

“Oh, you gone say that and more.” He laughed. “Sorry, ass apology.”

“Col-,” You giggled, “I’m tired. Can I apologize tomorrow, please?”

He kneeled in front of you, rubbing his hands up your legs, his touch ignited something in you, even if you were sleepy. “Oh and the next day too, shit, I’m never gonna let you live this shit down. So you can apologize all the fuck you want, but you’re not going to sleep right now. I haven’t had you in my bed in months. I wanna fuck you to sleep.”

“ I’m halfway there.” You smiled lazily at him, raking your fingers through his hair. “We have all tomorrow for make-up sex.”

“You the only person that’s doing the making up.” He reminded playfully.

“So you’ve said.”

Sleep found you minutes after you snuggled into his lean frame; you missed sleeping glued to Colson no matter how hot he felt. He nestled into you as well, pulling you against his chest, tracing his long fingers down the line of your back, humming tunes to an unwritten song when he thought you were sleeping. He didn’t sleep much tonight didn’t prove any different as the hues magenta cut across the once dark sky outside the window.

“Morning came fast.” You mumbled.

“It’s been three hours.” He whispered. “Shit, You still tired I can see it in you. You don’t have to get up.” He pulled the cover over your body and sighed. “I gotta be somewhere at eleven.” Colson groaned. “I’m gone cancel that shit.”

“No, do what you said you were going to do. Get some sleep.” You climbed out of bed, pulling drapes closed and bringing darkness back into the room. “It’s no point in missing money.” You said his words back to him.

“Yeah, whatever.” He watched you, his tongue between his teeth. “I really thought you were not coming over here tonight. I was tryna find ways to apologize to you for shit I didn’t do. It’s already fucked up when I have to apologize for this shit I did do.”  Colson adjusted his pillow and waited for you to return to the bed.

“I know I fucked up, damn.” The walk of shame was generally when you’d fucked a one-night stand, but right now, it was walking back to the bed to face him. “I get really pissy when it comes to you. Like—I wanna fight.” You cut a smile and sunk back into the bed, this time angling yourself to face him.

“Why fight me? I didn’t send the text?” He pulled you towards him and rolled himself on you. The weight was comfortable and one you’d craved. “Huh?” Colson exhaled before he leaned down and took your nipple in his mouth. He held the small nub between his two teeth, tugging a little before he began to suck.

“You’re gonna be tired.”

“Man fuck that interview.” He whispered before diverting his attention to the other nipple and repeating the same actions. You were already wet for him; one look could get you ready. Eager for him, you wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding your pussy against his boxers. He could make the foreplay lasts as long as the sex, and you both had things to do later. There was no time for the slow sex; you damn near wanted to be punished – but he wasn’t in that mode.

Colson pushed his boxers down and lifted your waist from the bed, putting you in the perfect angle to take him but instead of slamming into you as you desired, he teased. He stroked the length of his cock down the line of your pussy, soaking himself in you before finding his way to your entrance and stopping.

“Stop playing.”

“I want that apology.” Colson smiled, looking down at you.

Your pussy jumped with anticipation. “I’m sorry.”

“Fake ass apology,” He pushed an inch into you and then pulled out. “Make it real.” He whispered.

You groaned, frustrated, slapping his chest in a tantrum. “I said I was fucking sorry.”

“Mean ass apology--,” he shook his head. “That’s how you wanna play, let’s fucking play.” Colson slammed into you, and your mouth opened in pleasure. His pace was intense, knocking the breath out of you with each stroke, but you didn’t want to breathe; you wanted to cum all over him. “Say that shit as you mean it.”

“I said-,” You scratched down his back halfway, and he pins your hands above your head, thrusting into your harder and faster. “Oh,”  Tremors take over, rocketing through your body. “Yes,” You buckled against him. “Yes.”

“Yeah, keep saying yes.” He pulled out of you, slapping three fingers to your clit. “I bet you won’t cum.”

Your eyes snapped open. “I’m sorry.”

Another slap to your clit, and the pleasure had faded just a small tinge of pain, and he started to fuck you once more, long strokes, hitting your g-spot each time. “I don’t believe that shit; this pussy is just greedy. You wanna cum, you ain’t sorry.” He whispered.

“I am sorry.” You whined as your body climbed back up to the precipice of a release. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” Your swollen clit throbbed, one stroke away from cumming, and he stopped slapping your clit again, bringing pain that made you cry out. “I am sorry.” You cried. “I should not have thrown your phone.” You mewled. “I should have talked to you.” You pleaded. “Believed all that shit you said.”

“Why?”

“I don't know, let me cum.” You pulled at the one hand that had secured both of your wrists. “Please, daddy.” The lustful tone made him smile.

“You can call me daddy all the fuck you want… you ain’t getting what you want yet.” You rolled your hips, coaxing the movement from him, and he shook his head. “Stop being a fucking brat.” He warned. “Just tell me why you’re sorry.”

“Because I want to be with you.” You admitted. “I love you.”

He grinned. “You better mean that shit too.” Colson started back fucking you slow, releasing your hands but making sure he was in control. You flooded with relief feeling him give in to you, gripping your hips to meet his thrusts, all while burying his face in your neck to nip his favorite spots on your body. This is what you had wanted all along, to be with the man who’d somehow drove you insane but simultaneously become an innate piece of your life that brought you a balance you didn’t know you needed. He was, in a way, as your serotonin.

 A/N: I know I described my Meg in this fic, but just a lil disclaimer she is not Megan Fox lol I realized that could be confusing.

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[mikyouknow]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBkCq3pg_7Y&t=12834s&ab_channel=GeorgeNotFoundVODS first red hoodie stream!!!

Aight here goes, I’m watching it for the first time now and taking notes as I go ! 🗣

I sort of skimmed to the point where Dream joins, and listen- it’s just rly funny to me how George was mining and stuff, then as soon as someone mentions Quackity and George says Q is a catboy, Dream joins a minute later 😭 I think this is that era when jealous Dream was v loud so this is a funny instance imo lmaoo

Anyways it’s cute how much George says Dream’s name when he adds him to the call, and how his energy immediately goes up :’) also I just love it when Dream suddenly joins on stuff cause his voice is just so comforting, idk.

I love the way they talk to each other there’s always this flirty undertone

They’re playing music on the Christmas tree I think I’ve seen a clip of this before it’s so sweet 😭 I never knew this was from The red hoodie stream 🗣

I just keep thinking abt how happy and giggly George is now when Dream is around :’) they both just sound so happy<3

George showed Dream his backside ⁉️😳😳 not clickbait🗣

It’s also cute how Dream is always watching his stream whilst also talking to him, he probably was watching before even joining :’)

Wait I- I just started Cry laughing at this omg- hold on- HHHHHHHHHHHH

OKAY LISTEN- ANYONE KNOW THAT SCREAM/CRY LAUGH JENNA MARBLES DOES? THAT’S WHAT IM DOING AT THIS MOMENT I-

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Okay, okay, I’m gonna gather thoughts-

LOOK AT HIM

This is FLERTING

This is such flirting behavior and he’s fishing for compliments from Dream so hard 😭 here’s the thing like right before this he already turned around to show his back and now he did it Again like- he’s doing it on purpose 😭 and when he buried his face in the hoodie like that he’s tryna be so cute and flirty this is taking me OOUUUTTTTT

Like the moment he did that pulling his hoodie up thing i laughed So hard like what is he DOINGGG

Anyways I had to pause for a moment and gather myself- the absolute blatant flirting here-

This moment is just taking me out fr 💀

Anyways we’re about six minutes into Dream joining I Fear for how much more there’s left 😀

GEORGE JUST READ OUT SOMEONE SAYING HE’S THROWING IT BACK AND HES DEFENDING HIMSELF SAYING HES JUST ‘SHOWING HIS BACK’ IM ON THE FLOOR

He knows what he’s doing 🗣

They’re so sweet tho like they keep having this light flirty behavior and George does that thing he does w Dream where he asks what he should do and what stuff means and what he thinks and that.

This makes me rly miss solo dnf streams I love the vibes rn it’s filling me with serotonin I haven’t felt in a While✨

George punching Dream with a trident and Dream just standing there and saying it does no damage to him is Hot Dream behavior

I just keep wanna quote them they keep saying things that I’d put in a fanfic 😭

I wish I could post more clips than one here 😔

George just said they can “chess and chill” so I will be Leaving now 🧍‍♀️

Anyways we’ve entered pulling pigtails behavior full force now with Dream laughing in that warm/fond way whilst punching George’s character whilst George is beaming whilst saying “stop killing me 😍 get away from me👀🥰 you’re chasing me🥰 omg Dream Dream stop🥰😍”

Dream Really doesn’t wanna play che-

WAIT

NO

NO WAIT I JUST-

OH NO I JUST REALIZED

Okay so Lately we’ve all Realized how George is all 😍😍😍 sick in the head type behavior when Dream shouts and stuff,,

And there’s this moment here where Dream shouts at him that he doesn’t wanna play chess as George brings it up Again, even after Dream already got frustrated enough with him that he began chasing him around when George kept bringing it up before. And now when Dream lashes out at him George is still Beaming and doing these lil giggles like I-

He’s doing that on purpose he’s pushing Dream’s buttons on purpose cause he likes when Dream gets ‘angry’ and chases him around and- Sick in the head 🧍‍♀️

WAIT THIS IS THE STREAM THEY PLAY THAT GAMBLING THING ? Omg so Much happened in this stream I never knew it was all in the same one 😳

Oh no.

“Oh now I have you right where I want you😈”

“Stop😍”

Istg I don’t even wanna write this next one plz I beg

“What are you gonna do here in this little hole? 😈”

*immediately backtracks AS HE SHOULD*

“I’m just kidding gu-😂 I’m just Kidding George🥰”

I legit- until seeing this now, I’ve Seen a clip of this moment before and I didn’t think it was real. I thought someone had like edited together Dream’s voice or Something like this, it’s So Weird like ‘now I have you right where I want you’ once they’re trapped in this narrow tunnel together- SUS

And George going kinda quiet here whilst Dream is laughing in a flustered way hmmmm I’m Looking

Dream saying George can take however much red stone he wants/needs from him, sugar daddy Dream Yess🤩😍

Ohwwwwww Dream’s laugh when they’re doing the gambling thing 💞💞💞💞💞

Look at his smile when Dream laughs, you wouldn’t think George also just lost a bet huh 😭

In general he basically hasn’t stopped smiling since Dream joined 😪

The whole bit where they’re guessing shield everytime is just so cute and funny lmaoo and then after Dream says in the fondest tone ever ‘🥰you’re so stupid🥰’

^Dream is yelling again 😍😍

This gambling thing shows that the universe Does have favorites and that favorite is Georgenotfound🗣

Some of my favorite dnf things™️ is when any of them says in that voice “you’re so dumb” “you’re such an idiot” and “you’re so annoying” and there’s a lot of that in this stream, esp from Dream 🗣

Dono: “what do you love most abt Dream?”

George: “his items that he gives me 😌🥰”

Dream: “you are such a gold digger”

He’s not wrong tho 🗣 but this is also not the only time we’ve heard Dream refer to George as a gold digger when George shows his love for Dream giving him stuff and money, and I think it’s interesting choice of words on Dream’s part. If a friend is using me for money, I’d never think of calling them a gold digger lmaoo, like maybe manipulative or money hungry, but gold digger,,, it’s a saying that literally entails there to be a relationship like an engagement or marriage and such between the gold digger and the wealthy person. Like not a platonic bond type thing. So I just find Dream’s choice of words interesting. Perhaps speaks to how he views their relationship.

Why did George just read out someone in chat saying “why you letting Dream walk around with that Fat cake bro? Like control him” 😭😭😭😭😭 cue Dream putting his glass water bottle down Loudly in Shock LMAOO

George’s response was *giggle giggle* “I can’t stop him🥰😌” LMAOOO we know he’s an ass man so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised he’s bringing attention to this

Now they’re telling a bunch of funny stories and the vibes are so 🥰🥰🥰 I miss these types of streams - just them alone on the smp jumping around and talking about random stuff 😩

I also just love how Dream tells these stories, he’s so excited, sounds so happy and talks so fast and you can just tell how much he loves his friends<3 :’)

Dream telling a story of a memory of one of this top ten moments in his life which was when he won with George against bad and callahan<3

Idk something abt that^ is really sweet cause like this man is out here hitting milestone after milestone in record time and is accomplishing So much, but one of his top ten favorite moments in life is when he played a game of Minecraft basketball teamed up with George playing against two other friends. Just spending time with his friends and having fun<3

Now he’s talking abt how much he loves that memory and especially that it was him and George together as a team and how they trash talked the others together and he’s speaking for both of them and says ‘that might be one of Our funniest moments’ to which George says ‘top ten dr- George and Dream memes’ he Almost said their names the right order😪

It’s cute tho they’re just reminiscing on stuff now :’)

Now they’re talking about Biggest Weaknesses (I rly love this aspect of their friendship when they just deep talk like that’s a real bond right there) and Dream said George’s is he doesn’t care enough

But Dream is also saying George is Easily top ten mcc player and George is soaking up the compliments lmaoo😌

Dream: “What would you say my weakness is?”

George: “Me😌”

Dream: “You? You’re such an idiot🥰”

Aight we’ve reached This bit

George got all flustered after saying that aww<3

But this moment it’s just so,,, it felt almost like it came out of nowhere in a way like, woah there George we were all having a good chill time and having deep convos and now you just straight up Flirting🧍‍♀️ and it also felt like he was almost preparing himself to say that one in a way ?? Idk how to describe that but it’s like, he’s silent for a beat after Dream asks him the question. Then throws that out there in a v interesting tone. Then immediately does this flustered kind of laugh

But yeah overall this moment kinda speaks for itself doesn’t it lmaoo This Is Deffo Flerting🧍‍♀️

It’s rly sweet tho how Dream says George’s weakness is he doesn’t care enough, whilst George says Dream’s weakness is he cares Too much. They balance each other out<3 :’) and I genuinely think in general it’s good as they can learn a lot from one another !

George thinks Dream’s weakness is when Dream gets too caught up in stuff and doesn’t spend enough time w him 😔

George: “this is like the first episode of the Dream and George podcast 🥰”

Dream: “I think we’re shooting to get like a pilot episode of the podcast out in January.”

Moving on😐

George: “you could have a Patches cam. It’s just you stroking Patches the whole time🥰😄”

Dream: “what😳😅 ..... you could’ve said, petting, like😬”

George: “... ?? It’s the same 🤨”

Dream: “I mean..”

George: “what’s the difference? 🤨”

Dream: “one’s weird and one’s not 😐”

George: “no? 🤨”

Sigh.

Dream, clean your thoughts and that dirty mind My God😭 it’s so weird they were like vibing and talking normal and then as soon as George says the word ‘stroking’ there’s this tension and weird silence between their words like,,,

Aight we’re going back to talking abt memories and ‘top ten memes’, good. Let’s Move On.

It’s funny to think abt tho, like rn they’re trying to think of more funny stories of things that happens offline, and there’s just such a contrast of their stories here vs the ones they’d do now. Like here they’re like ‘woah hahah when we trash talked these ppl and played this game and this person got mad because of this thing🤪’ whilst now it’s all like ‘I’m gonna expose you😏 guys here look at what I s*xted George whilst he was doing this thing and also look at what George sent me when we were just talking and also I wanna eat his *** and here’s a funny story abt George being clingy as we spent ten+ hours just talking and-‘

All I’m saying is, The Difference lmaooo

George is bringing up the thing Ponk has said abt him being blacked out drunk before, and he says it’s ‘impossible’ cause he’s never even been drunk before apparently, and Dream is there like ‘yeah 😌’ like idk it’s cute how Dream seems happy to have George also not be a drinker and how they share that. But I sometimes wonder if George doesn’t drink and is all like ‘I’ve never in my life been drunk’ because of Dream,,, 🤔 like yk when someone copies their crush and all that ahem

Anyways Bad just joined !

George just tried being funny and failed Miserably and Dream still went ‘hah😄🥰’

Bad is trying to tell a story and dnf are just not having it they’re being all like 🙄🙄 ‘okay Bad wrap it up Bad we’re bored Bad😴🙄’ lmaoo they’re not happy to be interrupted from being in their own little world

But, moving on, Dream suddenly asks George if he has a scar ?? Lmao why was he thinking abt that suddenly ??

And George shows that he has one by his brow. (Is that the one Dream got obsessed w later as well or ??) Then George keeps teasing this story of how he got it and Dream wants to hear it. Bad then starts telling a story instead, and Dream goes “why are You telling a story, Bad? :/“ like if it’s not George telling a story he doesn’t wanna hear it lmaoo

This is George as Bad is telling his story:

This is George a few minutes later as Dream is telling a story instead:

Also Dream is talking about him being on his BadBoy Arc and speeding, ig George Would like that 🧍‍♀️

I Will shut up abt George being sick in the head but he’s currently Beaming as Dream is talking back at Bad after Bad said he’s never gotten a speeding ticket himself lmaoo Dream took that as a personal attack

Now Dream is doing that thing couples do where he’s like “oh yeah, We should tell a scary story. You wanna tell that one story that happened to you, George? I don’t think you’ve told that one. No you definitely haven’t.” I wonder if Dream at this point remembers George’s stories and memories better than his own lmao.

George didn’t wanna tell the story 😔

George read out a slightly suggestive dono abt Dream dying to a nut,, he then says “I mean..😏” and does this eyebrow raise, then proceeds to draw a breath and wet his lips I’m L e a v i n g🧍‍♀️🗣

And following right after, here we have an example of how George is Bad at flirting. Like he’s got the spirit aight but, My God,

Dream: “I’m not allergic to anything.”

George: “that’s not true.”

Dream: “how?”

George: “you told me you were allergic to something.”

Dream: “no I didn’t.”

George: “you did.”

Dream: “tell me what.”

George: “you’re allergic to uhm.. me.😏”

Dream: “so dumb, I knew you were gonna say that😏🥰”

George: “everytime you get near me you just get all red😏”

It’s silent for a beat, then Bad starts rambling and George pushes/leans back in his chair and does that same flustered semi laugh that he did when he said Dream’s weakness is him. He like has this particular type of flustered reaction after he’s said something flirty to Dream lmaoo

Anyways I feel it’s good to sometimes just, write down some actual quotes they say to each other and just reflect over how much they sound like a fanfic lmaoo

Like this is just straight up flirting and what has gotten into the man🧍‍♀️

Aight here George does one of his bad flirting attempts again. There’s a lot of those in this stream ! And once again, at least he’s got the spirit !!

Dream is talking abt how he doesn’t have a car cause he has no reason to leave his house, saying,

“Where do you think I go? 🤨” to chat, who thinks he should have a car

George then says: “you go to the.. George.. shrine😌”

Dream’s response is just: “...what?🧍” which is very understandable lmao

Wait what-

Dono: “you’re adorable George no wonder Dream is a simp for you”

George: “Dream is a simp for me😌”

Dream: “yeah.”

..... Oh. Okay. Okay he’s Admitting to it now, aight, that’s.

Well I’m just- like- all I’m thinking abt is when I watched their first stream on the smp and Dream got so offended when someone said he was a simp for George, he went and killed him immediately in game.

This is growth ppl🗣🗣

Also George’s face when Dream admits to it is very much ‘😳🥰’

It’s then just like Silent, and it’s clearly too tense to handle as Quackity suddenly speaks up to change topics lmaoo

It’s actually surprising Quackity isn’t clowning any of them for what just happened. But then also this is when he was p new to them, so I don’t think he’d grown quite as tired of them yet to call them out on their bs lmaoo

I hate how I can’t add more clips here like there’s this bit now where they have this pulling pigtails flirty behavior again and George has the biggest smile on his face and this specific tone in his voice as he says,

“You are.. an idiot Dream🥰”

He’s also currently saying ‘Dream’ with every sentence lmao the name truthing<3

George just said like one word and Dream Immediately understood not only that he was referring to a story, but also exactly which story he was thinking abt, like they’re actually interlinked, telepathic, share One mind 🧍‍♀️

Then there’s this moment I saw way back posted here on tumblr, where Dream is like just jumping in place, facing a wall. And George is just looking at him super fondly and says,

“What’re you doing, Dream?🥰”

Just sounding so. Fond.🧍‍♀️watching this man just.. jumping, lmaoo

I think George’s name truthing is very evident in this stream, like with every sentence he says Dream’s name, ‘Dream’ has like a different tone than the rest of the sentence, way softer, a fondness to it.

This is me brainrotting but George reads out a dono saying “Dream, hello I love you” and Dream says “I love you too🥰” and here we have dnf finally sharing ily’s, what a Moment🗣

But like actually it’s interesting Dream wanted to answer back to that one cause he normally doesn’t really reply when George forwards messages from donos to him... 👀 I feel like he got eager to say it back to George

There’s a whole lot of Quackity and Bad not wanting to give back George’s stuff and George being tired🥴 It’s lowkey annoying when they kill him and steal his stuff over and over like this 🥴

A dono says something abt ‘sexy Dream’ and George asks Dream what that is, to which Dream says “that’s just normal Dream 😌” and George like smiles and tips his head forward like hiding his face- hard to explain his reaction, I need an emoji that’s an inbetween of this😳 and 🥰 and that’s about as close as I can get to describing his reaction to that lmaoo , like a flustered smile

Sad hours George just said ‘I’m done with you guys’ because he’s done w them never giving his stuff back 💔 understandable ! 🗣

Ahh justice at last, he got his stuff back 🗣

Dream left💔

Aight I’m just gonna go ahead and say it, it’s interesting how, when Dream chases after George and kills him and stuff George is all like ‘omg Dream hahah noo Dream 🥰 don’t 🥰 you’re chasing me omg🥰’ whilst when anyone else does it he’s all like ‘ughh 😩😴 give me my stuff back I’m tired😩 I’m Done w u guys🙄 this isn’t fun😕’

Like it seems a Lot of ppl like to pull his pigtails but the way he responds to Dream doing it vs others is,, interesting 👀

Dream came back ! 🗣

George is FINALLY telling the goddamn scar story 🗣😩 I feel abt as tired and clocked out as George is at this point lmaooo

Anyways this story is cute mini George being excited abt the computer repair guy aww 🥺 I’m glad it’s not a bad memory for him even tho he got injured🥺

Anyways we’ve reached the end of the stream and it’s been lovely<3 I’m glad I finally got to watch this iconic stream🗣 the vibes were immaculate and I miss dnf I want more of these streams 🗣

Also Dream started talking more now as George is ending, and George’s energy peaked back up again now when Dream is talking 👀

He waves goodbye one last time, and so the stream is over 😩

Final thoughts: So. Much. Flirting.

[thepancakeboi]

An Unexpected Growth Spurt

So it barely took five minutes before this idea by @hetyra sent me down the rabbit hole of getting ideas and hyperfocusing on it rather than my current stuff. Whoops? No regrets. These types of fun reactions, where Ren is being such a goddamn menace towards Goro, are among my favorite to write. I will disclose this right now: I know very little about the storyline of Persona 5 Strikers outside of “sequel set in the summer after Persona 5 events″. As a result, it’s only there as a timing thing and a reference, but it’s fine. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this writing that gave me dopamine and serotonin in spades!

01/01/2018, 10:39 AM > Ren: Meiji Shrine it is! I can’t wait to see you.

I keep looking at that last text over and over as I stand here by the torii, awaiting Ren’s arrival. It’s been over a year since I last saw him. I’m lucky I was even able to get in touch with him, but...was coming here a mistake?

I’m not the type to get nervous, but I never thought I would see him again. With everything that happened between us, he shouldn’t even want to meet up with me. That and he probably assumed I was dead. The last time I saw him was in the engine room of Shido’s Palace. That place should have been my grave, yet somehow I had survived. I hadn’t told anyone. Truth be told, I hadn’t wanted anyone to know I was alive.

I...simply wanted to disappear.

Even now, I have the urge to leave before I can potentially reunite with Ren. Whatever had come over me last night, in that spur of the moment decision to text Ren after a year of silence, is gone. This whole idea is a mistake. He has much better ways to spend his time than wasting it on me. He’s probably been with his precious friends doing who knows what. There’s no way he needs someone like me in his life. He’s got all the people he could ever want. That’s it. I’m leaving now, before-

“Goro? Is that you?”

I freeze. His voice is a little deeper than I remember, but I would know it anywhere. I turn around, my heart leaping in my chest at seeing Ren. Although he’s not wearing his glasses this time, he hasn’t changed a bit. Even his hair is as unkempt as ever. It’s almost like I went back in time, to days where I wasn’t his (attempted) murderer. There are so many things I want to say, but all I can manage is a simple, “Hey, Ren.”

And he grins. Yet another thing that hasn’t changed: that beautiful smile. I can tell he’s barely stopping himself from running and pulling me into a hug as he approaches. I’m thankful for his restraint. There’s no telling what my reaction would have been. “Hi, Akeppi.”

I huff, shaking my head. “I was hoping you forgot that damn nickname.” And me as well, some small part of me silently adds.

“You know you like it.” Smug as ever, the menace. “I missed you. Where have you been? You never told me.”

Straight to the point, I see. I had very purposefully avoided the dogged questions about how I was alive or where I’d been. It didn’t seem like the type of thing to discuss through instant messages. This needed to be a face-to-face conversation. “I was at a rehab center, believe it or not.”

“You were?”

Nodding, I force myself to continue. He deserves to know what happened. “It’s outside of Tokyo...and it’s where my mother would go. I went there on Christmas Eve without an appointment, but they accepted me anyway. The only time I had left between then and now was when I heard word that you were being detained.”

“Oh?”

“I couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. After all, you did change Shido’s heart for me. So, I helped your friends track down the woman in your assault case.”

“Wait, did they know you were alive and didn’t tell me?”

“No, nothing like that,” I reassure him, letting Ren know that his friends hadn’t kept my survival a secret from him. “I gave them what information I could find, anonymously, of course. They probably wouldn’t have accepted it if they knew who it came from.”

“Come on, give them a little more credit than that.”

I don’t think I can, especially when two of my victims had been Futaba Sakura’s mother and Haru Okumura’s father. “Either way, what about you? You’re a third-year now, yes?”

“Yeah. A lot’s happened since...” He stops for a moment. Something tells me the reason he stopped isn’t pleasant. Could it be he was about to say “since our last fight”, or something of that caliber? He quickly snaps out of it, though, beaming once again as he continues. “Oh, I saved Christmas by summoning satan to shoot god in the face!”

If he were any other person, I might have figured him insane. Even so, I can’t hide my surprise as I stammer, “You...what?”

“We went into the depths of Mementos to find its treasure. Never want to go there again. And then we fought the holy grail, which was really a god who was controlling everyone. I summoned this huge Persona, Satanael, and we shot god in the face!”

I chuckle at that. It all sounds so impossible, yet anything’s possible in the Metaverse. “If only I could have seen such a sight.” Upon seeing Ren’s melancholy look, I quickly add, “What else happened after that?”

“I went back home in March.” He doesn’t seem too thrilled about that detail. I know he preferred living at Leblanc over with his own parents, who never seemed to contact him while he was on probation. “And then I came back for summer vacation with the rest of the Phantom Thieves. But then the Metaverse came back, and these places called Jails were showing up, and...well, it’s a long story.”

“Perhaps for another time. Your life certainly has been interesting.”

“I wish you could’ve been there, but I’m happy you’re still alive. I...didn’t know what happened to you. Everyone else thought you were dead, but I just couldn’t believe it. I kept hoping that you weren’t. I really did miss you, Goro.” And I believe it, somehow.

“I apologize for not contacting you until yesterday. I know I should have. I cannot imagine what you must have gone through, and-”

“It’s okay!” he replies, a little too quickly. It makes me wonder how he handled my supposed death. I won’t pry. If he wants to tell me one day, it’ll be when he wants. He finally pulls me into the hug he’s likely been waiting for this whole time, gently running his fingers through my hair. “Your hair’s shorter than before.”

“Is that a problem?” I know it’s only a simple observation, but I can’t help but assume he doesn’t like it.

“No. I just noticed. That’s all. You look cute with short hair.”

“I’m not cute,” I immediately retort.

“Are too.”

“Well, you haven’t changed a-” I pause. Some small detail is pulling at my attention, but what is it? “Wait a minute. Did you...?”

“Did I what?” he asks, clearly as confused as I am.

I move out of his embrace to back up a few steps, looking at his footwear. He isn’t wearing heels, which means... “Have you...grown since we last saw each other?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, a little. Why?”

“How much?”

“I dunno, five centimeters?”

“Damnit,” I hiss. “Who said you were allowed to have a growth spurt!?”

Clarity lights up his face as he realizes the reason for my irritable reaction. “Oh, right. You hated when I was taller as Joker. Does it bother you that I’m taller than you now?”

“Shut up.”

He laughs. “I love it. It’s nice seeing you as the smaller one.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

He fake gasps. “He swore! Are you angy, my adorable little detective?” he asks, his voice sounding all cutesy. Goddamn menace.

“What do you think!?”

He is obviously smug that he’s now taller than me by two centimeters. His grin only widens as he pats my head. I try to smack his hand away, but he moves it away before I can. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Even more so since I’m taller than you.”

“Infuriating as ever,” I snarl, my patience running thin. He’s being so cocky that I want to fucking strangle him. “I should wear heels just to be the taller one.”

“I don’t think you could.”

“Is that a challenge, Ren?”

“I dunno.” He shrugs, but I see right through the gesture. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “You tell me, detective. Is it a challenge?”

“I think it is, and I don’t intend to lose. I can and will wear heels. Watch me.”

“Even if you did, I could just wear heels as well,” he replies with a shit-eating grin to match his tone, “and run in them, too.”

I sigh in frustration, crossing my arms. I hate that I know he’s right. The Metaverse is enough indication of that. “You little shit.”

“You’re the little one, not me.”

“Shut up, Ren.”

“Make me,” he says as he gets right in my face, smirking as I instinctively lean back. “You could always kiss me into silence.”

There’s no hiding my flushed reaction to his suggestion. “You fucking wish, you idiot,” I snap, trying to ignore just how hot my face feels.

“Yeah, I do, my little tsundere pancake.”

Oh, of course, he had to mention the pancakes. Of fucking course. “I hate you so much.”

“I still don’t believe you. We both know that’s a lie.”

“Damn you and your two centimeters,” I say right before I recklessly kiss him on the lips.

I can see the ever so slight surprise on Ren’s face. He hides it well. His mirth at the unexpected kiss is clear as he asks, “Now, was that really so bad?”

“Yes.” No.

“Why’d you do it, then?”

“To get you to shut up.” I’ve been wanting to for a while now.

“Sure, sure,” he laughs. “Hey, would you want to get some lunch together? My treat.”

I’m glad he asked first. Truth be told, I wanted an excuse to spend more time with him. I’ve missed Ren more than I care to admit. “Sounds delightful. You can choose the location, but I’m paying.”

“Hey, no. I’m buying lunch, and you can’t stop me.”

“I’m paying, and that’s final.”

“Okay, how about we leave it up to chance? Whoever ends up with the bill pays. Deal?”

“Very well. You have a deal.” I’m still not letting him pay, though, even if it means resorting to more...underhanded methods.

He takes my hand in his, the small gesture of affection almost causing me to tear up. No one’s cared about me like Ren has. I don’t deserve it, but I doubt arguing that with him would get anywhere. It would be fruitless. All I can hope is that he’ll be happy around me.

And, for the first time in a year...I smile.

[always-anxious612]

My Love

Description: Roman has a crush but is also an insecure mess. 

Genre: hurt/comfort

Paring: Logince

Warnings: crying, panic attack, self deprecation  (let me know if I missed anything)

           Roman had a problem. How did he know he had a problem? Well, it was fairly obvious by the way his face was flushed, by the way the butterflies danced in his stomach, by the way he so uncharacteristically stumbled over his words. What was his problem you ask? Logan. He—He liked him…a lot. It wasn’t his fault that the way the nerd’s eyes lit up when he talked about something he liked was so endearing, or that the logical side’s laugh, however rare, was so beautiful. It wasn’t his fault that Logan was just…so amazing. Roman sighed, looking down at the script he was supposed to be writing. He had been wracking his brain for days, trying to finish it on time. Now, Logan needed it by the end of the day, and Roman couldn’t disappoint him. He had already done enough of that. At the thought, the lovesick grin that had been on his face a moment before slowly slid off. 

Right. He had disappointed Logan far too much to be hoping for a relationship with him. Logan hated him. Roman was the complete opposite of him, pure fantasy and big dreams, no logic allowed. He rubbed at his tired eyes before trying to focus back on his work. He could feel a headache coming on, and it seemed his poor sleeping schedule over the past few days only made him feel worse. He was a mess.

He didn’t even realize another sigh had slipped from his lips or that there was another person in his room until someone cleared their throat behind him.

“Roman, I presume that’s the script you’re working on?” a familiar monotone voice asked. Roman swallowed down a sudden nervous lump in his throat and turned to face Logan.

“That it is, my dear nerd. It shall be ready for your inspection in due time.” He announced, sincerely hoping his words were true.

“Excellent…Are you alright Roman? Your face seems to be quite flushed. Do you have a fever? If you’re sick, you needn’t worry yourself with the script today.” Logan offered. Roman felt his face burn even more at Logan’s attentive stare.

“No, No I’m fine, my love.” He replied trying to wave him o—wait, no. He didn’t. He couldn’t have just—

Logan blinked at him in surprise, confirming his worst fear. He had just called Logan my love. Right in front of his face.

“Roman, I—”

“Ok, I’ll have the script to you soon. Alright? Alright goodbye then!” Roman panicked, shoving Logan out of the room and slamming the door. He couldn’t believe it. How could he be such an idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Roman sucked in a breath and slid down his door to rest on the floor.

“I’m such an idiot.” he whispered to himself, feeling hot tears start to slide down his face.

Pathetic he chastised in his head. Crying over a small slip up. But—what if Logan never talked to him again outside of their roles in the video? If Logan hadn’t hated him enough before, he’d definitely hate him now. Roman sniffed, rubbing at his eyes; but attempting to stop the tears was futile. He just—

“Roman, please.” A voice on the other side begged. “You didn’t give me a chance to respond.” Logan’s voice only worsened Roman’s pain. He gasped, clutching his chest. This was pathetic. Panicking over a saying two simple words. Roman felt the door bump against his back.

“Are you sitting in front of the door?” Logan asked. “Please, Roman, I just—” another panicked gasp as Roman tried to dampen his crying and get control of his breathing. Silence on the other side of the door.

“Roman, can you breath for me? In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. You can do it.” Logan coached through the door. Roman tried to follow the instructions, he really did, but all he could manage was a garbled sob that caught in his throat and made him spiral farther.

“Roman, its ok, try again.” Logan encouraged. This time he counted out the breathes, knocking on the door for each beat. After a few minutes of the breathing exercise, Roman had calmed down enough to move out from the front of the door. Logan rushed in, carefully kneeling in front of the Prince.

“Roman, may I hug you?” he asked softly. Gulping, Roman looked into Logan’s eyes before nodding hesitantly. The gentleness with which Logan held him was something Roman never knew the “cold” logical side was capable of, and Roman found himself burying himself in the hug, inhaling Logan’s scent.  

“I’m sorry. I—I overacted.” Roman whispered after a couple of seconds.

“You don’t have to apologize, Roman. While you didn’t give me adequate chance to respond and jumped to a conclusion rather quickly, it can be scary to reveal your feelings, especially on accident.” Logan soothed. “I’m not very well-versed in the area of feelings myself, but I do know that if I were the one to accidentally let that slip to you, I would be in very much the same state of mind.”

Roman felt his bottom lip tremble again at the words.

“But you—you don’t have feelings for me.” He laughed mournfully, face still buried in Logan’s chest.

“Who said that? I missed the part where I said that.” Logan replied softly, making Roman’s head whip up. Logan’s heart clenched in an unfamiliar way when he saw Roman’s red-rimmed eyes and tear-soaked cheeks. Just as bad were the bags under his eyes, indicating his lack of sleep over the past few days. “Roman, I—I may not be good with feelings, but despite my words I do have them. And I have them for you. Romantic feelings, that is. I, um, I have romantic feelings for you. I mean.”

Roman let out a tear-filled laugh at Logan’s ramblings. He—Logan really…

“You mean that?” he asked, barely daring to hope.

“Of course, I do, my prince.”

Roman could have burst out crying again, this time from happiness. Instead, He leaned up, hesitating right before reaching Logan’s lips, unsure and unsteady. Luckily, Logan closed the distance and he leaned into the warmth. He tasted like coffee and crofters. Bitter and sweet, the perfect combination.

“I should have breakdowns more often if it leads to this.” Roman tried to joke once they pulled away.

“Please don’t, my star. I hate seeing you sad.”

Roman couldn’t help the soft blush that settled itself onto his face at Logan’s nickname and the softness in his voice. Gosh, he loved him.

“I’m sorry about—y’know, everything. A-And about the script. I don’t think I can finish it today like you wanted.” Roman apologized, looking away in shame.

“Roman, please tell me that the script is not why you haven’t been sleeping decently or coming out of your room for the past few days.”

“I—Well, it needed to get done, and I was just…in a bit of a creative slump. It’s fine, though. I mean, I haven’t gone to bed that late the past few nights. I just really wanted to get it done. I—I guess I failed.” Roman stammered, not realizing his absence had been noticed by anyone other than Patton.

“The past few nights, I have awoken as I always do precisely at six AM and you’re lamp has still been on every morning. I know for a fact that you don’t get up until nine most days. I am presuming that you didn’t go to bed at all these past nights judging from the dark circles under your eyes. Please, Roman, just tell me next time you’re having issues with the script. I’m happy to give you more time or help you come up with ideas.”

“I—I just…I guess I just didn’t want to disappoint you. I’m sorry.”  

“You could never disappoint me.” Logan assured softly.

“Yeah right.” Roman muttered under his breath. Logan tilted Roman’s head up, cupping his face gingerly.

“I promise Roman. You could never disappoint me.” He repeated, a firmness in his voice and fire in his eyes that Roman had never seen before. Even with Logan’s reassurance, Roman found he still couldn’t quite let himself believe his words, but when Logan pressed another soft kiss to his lips, he let a smile slowly spread across his face anyway. With a quiet sigh, he slumped against Logan in exhaustion.

“Why don’t you change into something more comfortable. I’ll grab some extra blankets, and we could take a nap? You need to replenish your sleep, and I’d be more than happy to cuddle. I-If you’d like to, um, cuddle, that is.” Logan suggested, blushing slightly.

“Hm, I never thought you’d be the one to suggest cuddles.” Roman hummed, gazing up at his love.

“I don’t mind cuddling. In fact, most studies show that cuddling can relieve stress and anxiety and sometimes can even boost your immune system by boosting your serotonin levels which have been linked to immune system improvement before. It’s also a very good way to get closer to the ones you love.”

Roman giggled slightly as Logan ranted. He loved the way Logan knew a little about almost everything. He loved the way he would rant about the tiniest things. He loved the way he would light up when nobody told him to stop or interrupted his rants. He loved him.

“Is there, um, something on my face, Roman? You—You’ve been staring for quite a while.” Logan’s asked, breaking the creative side’s trance.

“Oh, um, no—You’re just…amazing, Lo.” Roman stammered, trying to recover as a blush lit his face on fire. At least he had managed to reduce Logan to a blushing mess as well.

“I’ll go get the blankets then.” Logan finally said, standing and clearing his throat. Roman just grinned as he left. Logan really, actually liked him. They had really, actually just kissed. They were—they were really together now. And to think that it was all because his tired brain had slipped up and let him say two little words he shouldn’t have. Soon enough, Logan came back, blankets in hand and the two were cuddled underneath the warmth. Roman couldn’t help but admire the way they seemed to fit perfectly together, their legs intertwined, their arms wrapped around each other. Already, he could feel sleep begin to pull at his eyes, making him yawn and snuggle closer to Logan.

“I love you, starlight.” Roman whispered, smiling against Logan’s chest.

“I love you too, Roman. Rest well, my love.”

The words echoed in Roman’s head, Logan’s presence clouding his brain until he finally, finally let himself close his eyes and drifted into the comfort of sleep.

Taglist: @catolicabuena

[paiges-storybook]

Chapter 6: I Can’t Come Up with an Excuse (NSFW)

Hello all, I would like to share my worst story to date. It probably would not shock anyone that I’m into BDSM. One of the reasons I kept going back to that hookup guy was because he was also into such activities and gave me a good place to learn all kinds of things. I won’t get too far into things, but I’m sure you can fill in the gaps with the info I give below.

So I met a guy on Tinder. First mistake! But after so many failed attempts at making a real connection, I gave up and started searching for attention. Could this possibly result in a good thing? No. Not a chance. But I did it anyway. So I match with this guy, and as all Tinder conversations go, it eventually ended up in a sexual place. I embraced it and he eventually asked if I was into BDSM and I said I was. He got really excited to discuss this and I did too. It can be really hard to find people that are into that kind of thing naturally. So we talked for about a month. It was almost always NSFW because he was not a conversationalist. And by that I mean, he was as dumb as a box of rocks. I’ve met smarter potatoes. At least potatoes can power clocks. I once said I was perpetually tired and he asked what that meant. First of all, you should know that word, but even if you don’t, Google it!!! Don’t ask me! I figured it was fine. I wasn’t looking for forever, just some consistent fun for a while.

One doesn’t need to be smart for this purpose. They just need to know what they’re doing. Well he didn’t know that either. I should have figured that out when I would talk about certain BDSM sub-genres and he asked me what those were too. This should have been a quite red flag. I know not everyone is into such activities so I will give slight insights as we go. This was a red flag because poor education about the community is a sign of a fake dominant. This is a person that may have seen this type of interaction but has never actually done anything other than watch videos. Lack of education can be quite dangerous on many levels. I’ll give examples later because what would a post be without me making poor decisions!

Anyway, we talked for about a month but he never seemed to want to actually see me, so I started to phase him out and show less interest. One day it hit me that I wanted to see what he had to offer in the bedroom. I started talking to him again, and a little while after that he moved a little closer to me and asked to hang out. I decided to bite the bullet and go the next day (partially because I was with someone the day before and asked to push to the next, I’m such a mess).

I show up at the apartment complex and it’s quite nice. He comes down to let me in and shows me to the elevator. We’re deep into small talk as the elevator doors close. He takes that moment to start kissing me up against the wall. This would have been fun in theory but I didn’t know this guy, so I was very taken aback. I rolled with it as he held my hand and walked me to his apartment. We’re barely inside the front door as he whisks me to his bedroom. This was also odd because internet dates are usually less to the point about why you’re there (in my experience). I wasn’t going to complain though because, as I said, he wasn’t exactly intellectually stimulating. So this is when the shenanigans began. If you are familiar with BDSM and it’s rules, I apologize for the cringe that will follow.

First thing he did was turn me away from him and put a dumb little blindfold over my eyes. This is not something I should allow because I had just met him, I didn’t trust him that much. But I figured I knew way more about all this than he did so I knew what I was doing. He then wrapped my wrists in leather and fur cuffs saying something about how he got them just for me. Peaking out of the mask, I watched as he walked me over to his closet and latched the cuts on either side of the bar. I see what he was going for, but that wasn’t it. Just after that, one of his roommates knocked on his door and he stepped out of his room to talk to the guy. This breaks BDSM safety rules because I was technically in a compromising position. You aren’t supposed to leave someone in that state by themselves. I audibly laughed though because I was more than capable of getting myself out of I needed to. But like really? He came back in and pretended like nothing happened. He unhooked the cuffs and pulled me onto the floor. This man then proceeded to try every odd toy he had. Which was waaaaay too many. And he wanted to try them all for about twenty seconds and then he would switch to something else. I got nothing out of it except pain because he obviously didn’t know how this female anatomy thing works. Anyway, he then tried to be all dominant and pulled his pants down. This man was four inches tops. It was horrific. A few minutes later he decided to commit. Apparently he has issues with arriving early so he put on one of those ones with the numbing lubricant. Unfortunately, as this was about to begin. He went soft. It took another five minutes to fix that problem. Then about two minutes in he asks if I’m too hot. And I said I was fine. And he said it must be because I’m so hot. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EVENT! I had no words. Only about another minute of that before I was back on my knees in front of him. Eventually he got there and collapsed on the bed. Getting anything for myself was now completely out of the question. So I climbed into bed looking for after care. (Aftercare is physical and emotional care after a BDSM scene to make sure all parties are feeling okay. Lack of after care can cause the decline in adrenaline and serotonin to turn into a negative event for your brain. You can end up feeling horrible for days if you don’t have a good experience coming down from that high.) I didn’t get any aftercare. So I felt horrible for like a week after this for that reason and because I should have left at so many terrible points. Anyway, a minute or two after collapse he gets up and starts putting clothes on. I’m dragging a little but start to do the same. He kind of hurries me along saying he wants to go get food with his roommates. I put myself together and headed for the door. He had the audacity to pull me back and ask if we could consider this a permanent thing. I actually said that permanent is a big word. So I left and was back in my car less than fifty minutes after I arrived.

I had to call a friend to describe the horror of the entire event. As I was explaining, my mouth went numb from the lubricant that ended up in my mouth. It remained that way for a few hours.

He continued to talk to me and try to be attractive for a few days before I blocked him on everything and unmatched on Tinder. Haven’t heard from him since. Which is good because the entire event was the worst I’ve ever had on many levels. I now know just how terrible it can get. I guess that leaves room for hope that it can’t get worse? I mean he didn’t kill me so that’s cool I guess.

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Blog #2: Deleting States

06/01/2021

Greetings from the south of bumble fuck. Currently, we are driving through farmlands longer than the naked eye could see.

Driving into Washington D.C., you can feel the power of the city oozing through the beloved Brads and Chads.

From D.C. we drove directly into Tennessee which was a five hour stretch of flat land. We were greeted by an army of confederate flags right off of the state boarder line. I guess they did not get the memo that it is the 21st century. However, this makes sense since they all still have their Trump 2020 flags flying.

From Tennessee we landed in the lovely Little Rock Arkansas, where the human population is outnumbered by cows alone.

Now we’re in Amarillo, Texas for the night on our way to Santa Fe, New Mexico for a three-day rest from driving.

Throughout the last week, I can’t say much self-discovery was made (other than Nashville taking a serious toll off my life). Fresh out of a two-month bender due to college coming to an end, and I still can’t wrap my head around the amount of alcohol consumption that takes place in a day alone there.

The Who’s, the What’s, the Where’s, the When’s and the How’s are all very different from life in New York, I am still trying to figure out if this is a good thing or not.

Who

Who do you think you are…?

In D.C. that is just the question everyone is asking themselves. If you are not walking around in business casual, you’re a tourist.

Brads and Chads swarm the streets, and I say that in a literal sense…

Story Time: Mary, Maya and I had reached ‘E’ on our energy levels after seeing some amazing monuments in the heart of D.C. Anyway, we stopped at the closest bar and grill we could find for a beer and some appetizers… little did we know those don’t exist in D.C. and we ended up in this high-class cigar lounge that advertised themselves as an American Tavern. Inside we had the pleasure of eavesdropping on a conversation Chad was having with the waitress. His buddy Tyler, a regular there, was name dropped five times in a 3-minute conversation about how he took home some banging hot girls’ from there the week before. Naturally, he came back to host a business meeting there with some major clients, ordering the finest cigars and drinks for the table. Some business meeting I’d say. It’s too bad we didn’t stay long enough to see how that night turned out…

The people and the city know the power they hold, considering they live in the capital of the country. How ironic that the capital was our first stop.

It is hard to know what the city was like before this past year, but they incorporated a lot of great Black Lives Matter art throughout, including a massive mural on the street in front of the White House as well as a street named after the movement.

It was a tough pill to swallow still seeing a majority of homeless men being colored. A heartwarming interaction happened while walking through the park where majority of the homeless slept. There was a white man handing out care packages to them filled with water bottles, sandwiches and granola bars. He was able to hand out multiple to each person in the park.

The culture shock was extremely different heading from D.C. to Nashville. Both cities, have polar opposite intensions.

Nashville was filled with 99% of tourists that were there for the weekend or had already overstayed their welcome. Even our receptionist was from Westchester, New York.

We got to meet some really cool people and some great bands. We even became weekend groupies for two bands and ended up bar hopping with them.

Our new friends, Gabby and Autumn, showed us a great local experience. They were residents of Nashville; however, Autumn was born in Colorado and Gabby was from Portland. They took us to some other great bars that night, and we got to pick their brains on the cool spots to see in their hometowns, since we will be stopping there later on in trip.

Sweet Leah Music, was the best band to be groupies for this weekend. Being that we were the only non-country music fans in Nashville, this band blessed us with their southern rock and roll vibe. Playing by request, we were able to live our best lives through their amazing soulful sounds. With drinks in all their hands throughout their set, we were blessed with their hilarious and relatable toasts. My favorite: “This one is for the ladies. They love us in leather, they love us in lace, but they love us best when we sit on their face!”

What

What happened last night…

Hitting two large cities and two small layover cities, we got to see a lot about each place through museums and bars.

D.C. was filled with history on history, presented in some of the most beautiful ways. Our founding fathers and all those big guys walked those streets. You can’t really miss it either. Each road is named after a president or an iconic moment in history (just in case you missed the massive landmarks).

Nashville being the music central, was filled with great museums and of course the most insane bars with live music and voices of angels.

The Musicians Hall of Fame Museum was an interactive experience for all ages to enjoy. We were able to make beats and play with all these dope instruments.

The Johnny Cash Museum was filled with his memorabilia down to his report cards from grade school. I never knew anything about this man, and now I could tell you his favorite color. It really was a well-stocked museum.

The bars held my heart, besides the hole they burned in my pockets. They don’t warn you about the toll this place takes on your mental and physical well-being. Mentally, I hit an all-time high, overdosing on serotonin while head banging to every song I knew.

Oh, and did I mention I rode the bull… no bullshit! I full-on rode the fuck out of a mechanical bull in a karaoke bar. That killed my physical being… four days later and it still feelings like I got gangbanged by Shrek and his posse.

In Little Rock, Arkansas we had the pleasure of attending the most depressing zoo ever. We only stayed a night there and left the following morning for Amarillo, TX, but thought it would be nice to see something signifying during our short layover. With all museums being closed because of the “four-day weekend”, the zoo was the only thing open. We got there just in time for the monkey show!! The lovely chimpanzees gave us front row entertainment to their 69ing!! Full X-rated animal porn, even got to see some fingers in buttholes.  

To make the trip in Arkansas even more complimentary, we had the best welcoming gift! A giant pile of vomit in front of the restaurant we ate at… shoutout to the random man that screamed watch out two inches before I stepped in it. Needless to say, we still ate there… 4/10 would recommend to a friend. The vomit and ambulance sitting out front really gave it this phenomenal aesthetic!

Where

Where’s our car dude…

The City of D.C. is filled with great architecture and beautiful monuments. The World War II monument was a full body experience, views at every angle you turn your head.

The White House on the other hand is extremely overrated, I had to pull out a $20 bill to make sure I was staring at the correct white building.

Nashville is the other capital we were lucky enough to see, the capital of binge drinking.

Sitting downtown for the first time, I acquired lockjaw from the insanity that just casually strolled down the block.

Party bus after party bus… each getting more outrageous than the next. First was the peddle yourself bar on wheels, then came your classic roofless school bus with a nice amp and a small bar in the back of the bus. Then came your large tractor carrying a large wagon of drunks, I thought I had seen it all. Lastly, the ultimate party bus then approached us; a massive roofless party bus with smoke machines, disco lights and three large amps blasting music louder than the bars. Oh, but wait there is more… Just when you thought it couldn’t get better, a bus with a hot tub come strolling down the street, bitches in bikinis… what in the world.

This was the land of drunk people on buses screaming at the other drunk people that were landbound.

When

When does the bar close….

This was the most driving we will be doing, deleting states like it’s our business.

A whopping seven days ago we were in New York, now we out here in New Mexico.

What’s next to come is the long stays? Hiking camping and so much more :)

Why

Why the face…

Still not sure, there was not much time for “self-discovering” between getting plastered at bars and driving hours on end to conquer this mother fucking country.

The worst part is I had some crazy revelation last night but was too exhausted to get up and write it down and now it’s gone. Like Maya says, “If it was good enough it’ll come back,” let’s hope I haven’t completely smoked out my brain and I can come to it again.  

I would have to say I would go back to Nashville again but with my posse, there is a great number of things to do with groups of people there, and I need a new mentality when I return… And a new liver.

How

How about no…

Splitting up the distance in driving we have all equally drove around 10 hours since the trip started.

It is not horrible, having two other people in rotation to keep you occupied helps a lot. It seems the rotation is: drive five hours, then your co-pilot will take over and the person snoozing in the back become the co-pilot.

Road Trip Tip: Down south people really drive the speed limit, there is no complimentary 10 over as New Yorkers do it.

Bottom Line

We are on the road again, just trying to find a place to fall in love with. So far New York still has the most beautiful scenic drives… that Hudson Valley hits different.

Accents are changing, people are friendlier, and time is moving WAY to fast… how has it already been a full week :/

Onto the next…