#istg i just want good gay people music

[patchyworx]

Istg if one more popular queer music artist does something illegal or weird I'm going to set something on fire

[erikagrape]

important bits from tit stockholm.

shoutout to the people who danced to chapell roan with lesbian flags, you're absolute icons.

"jag pratar bara lite svenska" it was so fucking weird to hear phil say a whole sentence in my language, and his pronunciation was pretty good too.

they addressed the gaming channel's 10th anniversary.

the ken doll dioramas, in phil's old bedroom, phil going "and they did what most closeted gays do when they meet for the first time" *proceeds to put ken doll phil's hand on ken doll dan* (what the fuck, yes i mean we know but we don't actually need to know) and then after the tackle they literally made the dolls... wrestle...

the conspiracy segment went exactly how i wanted it, let everyone else scream toilet for the first one, and then i screamed from the top of my lungs (probably louder than dan howell himself istg) clothes, tour bus and vegas for the other ones.

the absolute eruption in the audience when lawyer dan legally banned the danish lmao.

phil fell off the stage (it was actually more of a step than a fall, completely undramatic, thought it was part of the show).

you all were fucking right about the boxing, jesus christ.

the sentimental bits, ugh, my heart! made me really look forward to the future of dan and phil on youtube.

sister daniel, need i say more? never heard a room full of lesbians go absolute nutballs for a gay man dressed as a slutty nun but tbh i probably screamed the loudest. there's just something about her that i can't explain.

the insinuated sex bit while they changed was longer than i've seen in spoilers, and it was wild. "why is my elbow in your mouth", "wenus".

the musical number, so gay, so sexy, so much touching.

and lastly,

FUCK DANISH PEOPLE.

[blurrypop]

decided to watch that Heathers TV series. here are my thoughts on episode one (written as I’m watching it):

• I actually like the intro. watching JD’s mom kill herself was a good hook and the title sequence was fun

• it’s kinda surreal seeing Heathers in a modern setting. Veronica looks so different

• I kinda like the theme with Veronica not knowing who she is. I think it works well with her character in the movie and musical. Although, I don’t like it being framed through the “you need to be a minority” lens.

• Oh the Heathers’ fashion sense dose NOT slay. IDK it just doesn’t feel right

• No way in hell did Heather C just say “How Banana Republic“” (although I will give them props for the third nipple line. I can imagine Heather C saying that)”

• I feel like in a real life high school the Heathers would be outcasts if they pulled the political activist bullshit they did to Ram

• JD has his first speaking lines and he’s already spewing nihilistic and possibly conservative bs. 10/10

• “No girls on the girls restroom” actually made me chuckle.

• I’m starting to get a vibe that the showrighters are trying to make this edgy and appeal to teenagers by just inserting “shocking” or “pop culture” words in normal sentences (oh my clit, my third nipple, banana republic, latte). it feels kinda forced most of the time

• Veronica’s parents being glued to their iPads makes sense

• Heather C did not want to be embarrassed at a party- she decided to wear an ugly cat outfit that I would’ve found cool when I was 6 (i’m all for wearing what makes you happy, but for the love of god don’t make your alpha bitch popular girl character dress like a 6 y/o)

• I’m not even halfway through ep 1 and this show feels like a right-wing interpretation of leftist youth that you’d find in those memes labeled as “satire” or “dark humor.” like, it’s not a good satire, but it also isn’t a very good critique

• why did JD just climb through Veronica’s window and read her diary? like, they talked once. at least have them kiss

• If they don’t make gay Ram and Kurt a thing in this show then I will be thoroughly disappointed in the writers

• The party scene at the snappy snack shack was actually super cute

• ISTG these writers are just taking random lines from Heathers, changing them a bit, and putting them in the completely wrong place. like the nazi bullet line dose not work with pills bc why would hitler carry around a pill to induce vomiting?

• i- i don’t think slipping a pill into a bag of corn nuts would kill heather cause like… she’d notice the pill. but they also passed up a great opportunity to comment on drug culture among teens. like- have Heather C be addicted and take unknown drugs from Veronica and JD

• JD definitely didn’t grab the “wrong pills.”

• Why were the adults so concerned with which minority group was “popular?”

• Why is everyone teaming up against Heather M?

• what is LGBTQQIAP?

• Betty Finn taking the stand to give Heather C’s eulogy. What a twist! I love you Betty.

• Man, now I’m wondering how they would handle Martha Dunnstock. Honestly, she could have been used to critique how body positivity can oftentimes exclude people

• JD’s dad was done well. I can see how JD turned out the way he is because of his dad.

• WTF? Heather C is alive??? The internet is gonna hate her when they find out she’s alive

[cartoonbabbles]

Quick HGS post since a kind soul managed to post the series on YouTube

- Rosemary is the dumbass gay of the group and I love her for it

- so many good quotes

- “is sleep a food?”

- some of the acting sounds like they recorded the VAs separately and then stitched them ever so slightly too close to one another but I don’t really mind it? It’s closer to how I find people talking irl so it’s kinda fun to see that

- with my mom being sick now, but her also kinda being one of the villains in my life, the scene where Lavender gets taken and knowing where she ends after in the series hits a bit harder

- istg the acting isn’t as terrible as people say it is. Maybe a couple more passes, but given how crunched everything was I’m willing to overlook it to some degree

- I forgot Rosemary says “WAUGH!”

- Anise and Aloe are just Lumity

- I don’t even get why people were getting hissy over Rosemary being slightly thicker than other character models

- “chewing is for cowards”

- I like how Rose and Sage aren’t perfect friends in the beginning, like Rose is kinda pushy and Sage is a bit reclusive but it’s like what I liked in LWA where the characters are given room to grow

- also I appreciate the POC chatacters not really being given stereotyped/caricatured designs

- the first encounter with Thyme is so silly. Poor girl just wants to finish her protagonist quests

- Sage has a little bit of the tism and I relate.

- “IT WAS ICONIC” (about cheesecake. I very much relate. Cheesecake is tasty)

- I love how casually Rose will sprint into danger

- stupid Pokémon looking creature

- Rose was absolutely ready to commit murder

- okay. The animation is competent. It’s not awful. The worst I could say is more time needed but again. Rushed production thanks to those above the crew, so I’ll forgive it

- also hello? Colors pretty? Cel shading?

- Sage showing off her nerd skills

- I love how there’s just a shit ton of thief Pokémon creatures

- god, the Trixie sequence was gorgeous and the music was too.

- Lumity owls

- this has turned into me live reacting to the episode

- we get the payoff to the cheesecake joke and a bit of emotional payoff to Rose’s dream from earlier

- OKAY SO I HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT THE SERIES ENDGAME?

- like. Raye would often post SageMary art and I need to know if they were gonna be canon or if SageDragon was the new endgame ship, if any?

- “there are no small potatoes, only large mouths”

- wise

- Amber Romero as Parsley <3

[itsdelicate]

hii so sorry this is late!! I literally just slept the whole day yesterdayyyy. but I'm more awake now sooooo

right?? I honestly can't even remember. I think like around folklore time? but I didn't really stick to it until after evermore-ish cause I was so busy and quarantine was a bad time lmao. ofc that's okay and THOSE ARE AMAZING CHOICES!!!! all masterpieces and ivy is one of my fav too omg. okay folklore it's always been really hard for me to pick my top songs from so here are just alike 3 ones I really really love but idk their place in my top aknsmsn: my tears ricochet, mad woman, hoax. and evermore: ttds, happiness, dorothea, coney Island, and ivy (sorry I just can't pick three they're all in number one for me lol)

OMG that's so cute and I love that it happened to u!! bash is so akdbsjns. yes yes he is!! and he's so funny and sweet too he could not be annoying. AKDNSJSHSSB OMG if you fell to the ground and screamed at seeing her irl I would NOT blame you. dying on seeing her is so valid

it's a classic!! and I heard ab the musical and really want to watch it!! that's a good choice tangled is amazing. is rapunzel ur fav disney princess then? mines mulan skdhj. I LOVE KINGSMAN SO MUCH!!! taron egerton is so good in it. and Colin firth in anything is an immediate yes for me. I loved her greatest showman!! yesss it's soundtrack is everything but honestly I'm so sick of this is me cause my school was like obsessed w it and that thing where u get bored w a song cause it plays over and over and over again happened lmao. rewrite the stars is still and always will be a bop tho. aww that's sweet and idk if I've watched it before so maybe I'll check it out!!

omg those are all so good. sweet nothing is such a rare top 5 but it's everything. ooh okay mine are prob: wcs, maroon, labyrinth, glitch, and bttws!!

thank u!! I did have a lot of fun asisnjs

random qotd: do u celebrate christmas? cause I actually don't so I thought why not ask

xxx ur secret santa

no omg that’s totally fine hehe i hope you got some good rest 😌 i’ve decided to answer this while getting my tat ahsjf so if there’s any typos pls ignore them 🤠

ooh that’s pretty recent!! i’ve been a swiftie since 2008! insane that it’s been that long?? over half my life ago 💀 were you into taylor at all before folklore/evermore? i know a lot of people who knew some of her more popular songs before that but became fans after! ivy is SO good i need that song imprinted on my brain permanently idc!! your choices are so valid mad woman makes me so elmofirememe.jpg and happiness makes me want to CRY (the irony lmao can never trust her istg)

literally omg and the entire cast is 😭 i have them all little letters with their gifts and kit looked at me right in the eye and was like thank you 🥺 i promise to read it so carefully when i get home WHEN I TELL U I WAS TRYING TO STAY ALIVE AND SIMONE oh my god quite literally gay panic™️ etc etc

the musical is so good! little miss woods comma elle <3 i hope u get to see it someday!! yess she is 🥰 omg mulan is such a great choice a girlboss 😌 YES omg taron is amazing in it and colin firth <333 (which reminds me i also LOVE mamma mia!) omg i totally understand ahsjf that happens with me too such a pain when you like the song as well but you get sick of hearing it over and over 😩 omg pls do if u get the time! i think it’s my fav christmas movie now :’)

omg yeah now that you say it i haven’t seen that many people rank it higher up even though everyone loves it it’s such a soft song 🥺 amazing choices glitch took some time to grow on me but i love it now but omg bttws makes me so sad but it’s such a lovely song ☹️

yay i’m glad!! and i don’t either actually hsjfk but i love the season and the Vibes around christmas time everything is so festive 🫶

answering this was such a good way to pass the time my tattoo’s almost done hehe thank you for the distraction 🥰 i hope you’re having a nice weekend!! any plans for the coming week? <3

[morallyrainyday]

tysm for the tag!! 🌸

last song listened to - "good luck, babe!" by chappell roan (istg she has the voice of an absolute angel <333)

favorite color - i absolutely LOVE yellow and red, but i'd say my favorite versions of the two colors are specifically the yellow heart emoji (💛) and venetian red (hex #c80815)

currently watching - a buncha slime tutorials and recordings of "legally blonde: the musical" because i have my auditions coming up and i'm nervous as hell 😭

sweet/savory/spicy - love love LOVE spicy and savory foods, favorites include tom yum, tom kha gai, fettuccine alfredo, pozole, and specifically my tía's tamales (i love all tamales, hers are just the spiciest i've had so far)

relationship status - single, hopeless lesbian who can't tell if their new attraction to someone is platonic or romantic

current obsession - recently, i've been listening to lots of julien baker, faye webster, and chappell roan!! also been rereading a lot of classics like "the house on mango street" by sandra cisneros and "the bell jar" by sylvia plath :)

(i've participated in a tag game similar to this once before so now i'm gonna tag different people than who i tagged last time)

no pressure tags: @evanstarss @braaando @brianakennediisjustaname @froggerworld @basicallymysavedfolder and anyone else who wants to join!!

Nine people i'd like to get to know better:

Tagged by: @bell-of-indecision, thank you so much for tagging me <3

Last Song: Gmfu by Odetari,6arelyhuman

Favourite colour: Dark red, violet, pink

Currently watching: Death note, ep6

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Spicy

Relationship status: Single

Current Obsession: Mbti types and cognitive functions.

Tagging: @somin-yin @a-cloud-for-dreams @axepen @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @basic-bitch-alkali @rhysaka @blackknight-100 @squishywizardd @reykalot

[wagner-fell]

Honestly some straight men rock ass. One of my friends is straight okay? He started uni saying how he wanted to marry the crown princess because he wanted to be a king and yada yada (WAGNER HIS NAME IS FERNANDO LIKE FERNANDO VII). One of my friends introduced him to her friend, a bi guy, who knew about tarot and so Bi Guy read his future through the tarot cards and told him he was going to marry the crown princess. Since that point on Fernando has loved Bi Guy. Wagner, it's been seven months or so since the tarot reading happened. He uses every opportunity he has to tell Bi Guy he's the best and largely worships him (but like in a joking way yk) and values his opinion above everyone else's because he told him he was marrying the crown princess.

And Wagner the other day he got really drunk and he's the most adorable drunk guy ever istg. So it was Fernando, me, Bi Guy, a gay guy (let's call him Rodri), a guy who also likes guys (let's call him Paul because he's guiri), and a few more people. Fernando was so drunk I had to hold him as if he were a fucking trono from semana santa, and all the while he was PRAISING Bi Guy, Rodri and Paul with all his might. He started telling Rodri that he deserved the best boyfriend ever and that xyz guy from his Italian class didn't deserve him (Rodri and the guy from his Italian class have never talked but I did try to get them together) and that if his boyfriend (Rodri's single) hurt him then he would gather everyone he knew and make the boyfriend pay. He started telling Bi Guy that he loved him and started blowing kisses at him. And he also began praising Paul for his looks and said he had beautiful hair and eyes and that why didn't any guy want to be with him?

Today Fernando asked Paul to marry him if they both got to 40 and they were single by then and wownsosnsowndiwn Fernando's just the sweetest and funniest. He's also a fan of måneskin lol

(he's 100% straight though, he's even got a girlfriend and I mean he's a full-on heterosexual but honestly the world needs more straight men like him the ally flag literally represents him)

JJJKJJJHJHGHKHGJKKCHJJFH

Fernando sounds so great honestly 😭😭😭

Finally someone with good music taste/j

[veryfruitybrazillian]

♡Introduction

● Hello tumblr! I am (kinda) new here and i really want some people to talk to! So if you're interested, stick around!

♡About me

● My name is Twig, but you can also call me Lucy!

● Though i won't say my age, i will say that i am a minor, so keep this in mind!

● As my name says, i am brazillian, with my mother tongue being portuguese - but during the pandemic i learned english and spanish (but i kinda suck at spanish, any help welcome-)

● I'm pansexual and agender and go by all/mirror pronouns

♡Likes

● Okay this will be a long one- i am not gonna list everything bc i think i am a fandom colector at this point-

- Bands & Musical artists in general:

• AJR (i love them with all my heart)

• Lovejoy (literally my wallpaper)

• IDKHOW (YES. JUST YES.)

• MARINA (my first fav artist-)

• Imagine Dragons (i kinda have to balance the weirdness of the others ig)

• Mother Mother (why do i relate to their songs so much? - 2018 me)

- Series, cartoons, animes, etc:

• FNAFHS (Oh, the memories [little me had such a crush on Fred istg])

• The Owl House (I'm the Luz Noceda from my friend group)

• Gravity Falls (how can you forget the thing that got you into creepypastas)

• Witch Hat Atelier (OMGQIFREYKISSMEPLEASE)

• Sailor Moon (whole childhood)

• B99 (thanks uncle)

• LEGO Monkie Kid (perfect)

• Saiki K (i just think is neat)

• Spy X Family (i love romcons)

• Any 1990s-2000s cartoon and anime tbh

- Books:

(I am a bookworm since birth, this was necessary)

• The Folk of Air (i got two editions of the cruel prince for some reason)

• Magisterium (I WANT TO READ IT SOOOOOOOOO BAD)

• Anything written by Holly Black (love her)

• Riordanverse in general (my siblings are mithology nerds, got it from them)

• The divine comedy by Dante (the first self-insert fanfiction of history)

• The school for good and evil (tbh kinda mixed feelings but i love Dot)

• Moomins (be gay do crime, the book series)

- Games:

• Deep Sea Prisioner (thanks online big sis for this trauma)

• Sonic (i fucking love sonic omg)

• Pokémon (i am obsessed with pkmn)

• Every single game the "weird kid" archetype is know for (yeah i was the weird kid)(still am)

• Cookie Run franchise (UNICORN CREAM MY BELOVED)

• Minecraft (thanks to this i am the person i am now)

• Genshin Impact (kinda)(just started playing)(i like kaeya)

♡Tags

● I just discovered that tags help alot so i may be using them-

- #twigtalksdsmp (i watch dsmp but got out of the fandom a long time ago, if you don't like dsmp please just block this tag-)(i will not tag lovejoy posts with this tag tho)

- #twigexplains (i know damn well i will be explaining random theories or facts so i might as well me a tag for it)

- #twighuehue (for when i speak portuguese)

- #twigocs (very self-explanatory)

♡ Finalization

● Well, that should be it. Will be adding more as i travel in this hell site. Thank you for you attention! <3

[icarus-does-fall]

MY FIXATIONS HAVE COLIDED >:]

Gonna be Gen1 characters btw yes it said dolls but that means effort and not memory and eh

Alr alr (a lot of this is personality based ngl)

Soap- HEATH BURNS he's flirty, loud, waayyy too cocky for his own good BUT he's also protective and does his best to always be helpful

Ghost- hear me out (yeah he's a guy whatever) But TWYLA!! She's not very outspoken but she has a lot of great oneliners and when she's with friends she's more open and always sneaky too lmao- TELL ME that's not our Simon Riley

Ghost pt2- IF you're gonna be picky and want a guy character SETH PTOLEMY mfer legit hides behind a mask until he finds people he trusts with his secrets and with them he gets to be himself

Gaz- CLAWD WOLF ISTG man is dedicated and loyal and I love him, he's a cuddle bug imo

Roach- GILL WEBBER- our boy is under appreciated and not talked about enough, gill has some major sass behind all his nervous and pacifist behaviours

Price- HEXICHIAH STEAM, daddy?? Sorry- he's big and wears a stupid hat and has that same bushy ass facial hair he's so fiercely protective amd would shoot someone to save his loved ones lmao

Laswell- NORA BLOODGOOD, the epitome of ✨️has braincells✨️ sure she gets frazzled occasionally when things insane happen but the girl adjusts and saves the day all the time

Laswell pt2- BATSY CLARO, hot tempered, no bullshit, would cut someone if they possed her off (woudl later apologise for losing her temper) the conversational niceties are zero with her, it's tell her what you mean when you mean it or shut up

Nik- JOHNNY SPIRT, replace music expert with weapons and its Nik I promise you it's nik

Graves- ROMULUS, he's egotistical (pack life yada yada) Graves just screams ✨️American✨️ not to mention man can hold a grudge buuuuut in 13 wishes? He gets all shy and flustered too so he's not always an ass

König- ANDY BEAST, he's big, he's got anxieties, buuut mfer knows how to use his size

Keegan- KIERAN VALENTINE, keeg just screams playboy heartbreaker ong, not to mention just a fantastic flirt, like man just oozes charm

(kieran was supposed to be gay😭😭😭😭)

Sarah Leary- TORALEI STRIPE, she's bold and bossy and extremely independent, will fuck you up over missing reports

Alejandro- SPELLDON CAULDRONELLO, okay okay so sue me, spelldon is only mentioned in the dairies, he's not in a movie or book or whatever BUT I don't care 🥰 he made Kieran crush hard, and if you think our lil drug boy couldn't make a playboy stop his ways yall trippin

Valeria- NEFERA DE NILE (celos older sister) scary sassy bold lesbain

Rudy- DEUCE GORGON he's playful sassy sporty, can kill you with a look, hides the things he enjoys the most cause insecurities it just makes sense

Abigail- ABBEY BOMINABLE (yeah yeah same name shut up) it's the vibes yaknow?? The straightforwardness, flirty in her own type of way (Abigail has like.... a million brother I think, you know girl can't flirt properly)

Alex- NEIGTHAN ROT he's his own type of guy and loves the opportunity to do his own thing while fighting for whats right, loves to help others whenever he cam cause bro is goal oriented

Alex pt2- Also could be that French mfer GARROT smth or other, will pick a fight if you gonna try and prove he's bad at smth, will move across the world just cause he misses you, cannot do smth but tries to anyway

Uhhhhhh... I know there's more but it's like 2am and 🤷‍♂️ I can only do so much and yes some of the explanations are half-assed, im eepy okay??

Honorable mentions of my favorite characters:

Bonita Femur (she's a moth love her lmao)

Operetta

VENUS MCFLYTRAP (love her new design ngl)

Vandala Doubllons(?) (Fucking ghost pirate hello???)

Rochelle Goyle

HONEY SWAMP (she was so pretty😭😭)

Victor (he was so twink coded lmao)

Bitches, lets talk, seriously now

what kind of Monster High doll do you think the COD men and girlies would be? I need a presentation on your reasons for the doll and the character...

[whiskeyswifty]

I really like your opinions on the whole lavander thing. I wanted to follow you but I'm trying to distance myself from the Taylor things because istg sometimes it feels like everyone in this fandom is insane and it's getting really hard to emotionally keep up with her bait and switch things. Like this was a bit of a slap in the face to me. At this point I just wish she would stop with the queer flagging with things that are historically important to the community. Though I get why she would want to subtly let people know if she is part of it. But idk. Just thanks for being upset too :/

thank you so much! i rattle off my dumb thoughts sometimes, and i know i say this a lot, but i truly am glad that someone understands them and appreciates them and shares in whatever i'm feeling! i totally understand wanting to distance yourself from all of this (and her disgustingly homophobic fanbase in general like... all the lgbts who are still here are braver than any us marine). i also take great pains to curate my online experience to only include people that positively impact my emotional and mental health, so i support you fully and i think it's great that you're doing that! this is a taylor swift blog and i do conduct a lot of gay activity on it so completely understandable if it's somewhere you want to avoid to preserve your sanity haha.

i share your conflicting feelings, 100% i do. it makes me feel insane because i do feel upset, but then i'm made to feel like i'm overreacting, but i KNOW i'm not overreacting. i know they (hets) just want me to shut up so they can take lavender and strip it of all it's meaning and history so they can enjoy it heterosexually and free of the "gross" gayness i'm "forcing" upon it. it's so upsetting. we want to be able to be excited just as much as the rest of everyone else about this album and it definitely feels like a kick to the kneecaps at most, and sours a piece of it at least. she can be straight all she wants but can she JUST SAY PURPLE.

if it helps, it sounds like it's good that you're critical and you're not denying yourself very real feelings. you should always be critical of art, especially artists who seemingly want to do right by others. it can be a particularly prickly facet of engaging with art, but is by far the most important and it keeps culture moving forward rather than settling into the status quo or worse, backsliding because we forget our history. i hope you find your shelter from this shitstorm and get to enjoy her music far away from all the things that upset you. I know i will cuz i have wonderful gay friends and gay internet corners that help turn my ire into laughter. that's what gays have been doing for centuries! you can always trust this blog will be where me and the gay people in my phone can all be unapologetically gay together!

[noys-boise]

What's something you love?

Tell me about it. I'd love to know. <3

MY FAVORITE QUESTION

Prepare for some autistic inofdumping here

First of all I don't think it's suprising if I say Falsettos. It's my main source of comfort, I'm absolutely OBSESSED with the characters, the music, the story, the cast (both the original and the revival) so yes. I talk about Falsettos a lot

On that topic I want a seperate shoutout to In trousers, the prequel of Falsettos. It makes very little sense, it's chaotic, it's confusing but it's SOOOO GOOOD. First of all, THE ORIGINAL CAST HOLLY SHIT I would die for Chip and Mary and Alison (more on that later) why does everyone on that album sound so GENDER??? Also the songs holly shit I love William Finn so much istg every single song on the 1979 recording of In trousers is a banger!!! And it really just gives a deeper understanding to Falsettos if you ask me

Into the woods!! The stage production not the movie I don't like the movie. Once again, Chip Zien!!! Also the music is so catchy it's stuck in my head constantly lately and the plot is so.. Unlike anything I've seen really. Did I mention the music? It's not just catchy by the way it's so complex and like. The amount of times that one melody appears (talking about the bean theme here) also it's just really fun. And I love the characterizations. And Milky White <333

A NEW BRAIN IS SO UNDERRATED!!! It's a musical by the same composer as Falsettos, it's really autobiographical and well not a lot of people know it exists, sadly. It's really good tho it somehow combines brain surgery, sailing, a weird frog man who's the host of a children's show and is referred to as homophobic, horse racing, on that topic: daddy issues (related to horse racing), homeless people, books- it's pretty crazy AND it's only an hour and a half long. Also the 2015 version has Jonathan Groff and he's basically playing the best written self insert I've ever seen

I don't want to spend too much time on famous people I like because there's a lot, but let's do a speedrun of my favorites (in no particular order): William Finn. Andrew Rannells. Chip Zien. Christian Borle. Alison Fraser. Mary Testa. Brandon Uranowitz. Anthony Rosenthal. Betsy Wolfe. Tracie Thoms. Michael Rupert. Ariana DeBose. Andrew Garfield.

FOREST <33333 obviously I gotta mention my amazing partner here 💖

Also my wonderful queerplatonic partner Lake!!

Cats cats cats cats cats. Especially my own. Especially my giant orange blob of a cat.

Anything that's gay, really

[bluewinnerangel]

| URL Song Game |

Thank youuu @larrysballetslippers @laurelier and @longhairlouis-mybeloved for the tag!

Rules: Spell your URL using songs.

So I spent ~way way way too long~ on creating an actual playlist and it really is something. This is some fuck the system also we gay also we're just gonna very aggressively dance powerhouse playlist aasdsdkasdj. I was gonna stay far away from 1D and all its boys for this one and still this thing is just yelling larrylarrylarry because it's coming from my brain so. Hmm. And I wanna explain why. Because I think these songs are awesome (or at least some of them) and worth a listen if you're a larrie which is I assume is most people seeing this are so I put a bit of an explanation of what I see in these songs at the end here. Anyway:

tagging @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk @appreciateeverythingblueinlife @theworldisblueandgreenforareason

@youaretheoceanyouarethesky @sleepingonmyproblems @delightswithviolentends did i just tag people with really long usernames maybe ohhhh that's evil. Feel free to ignore lol <3

Also @laurelier I already did the picrew thing but I love the pic I made so:

Putting the playlist explanation under a cut because blablablalblabla:

1) introduces you to Woodkid, the epitome of what the actual fuck?how the fuck is this wholeass album this much of a larry like what is this? our fandom's soundtrack??? what the hell, I've rambled on about this before but really I urge everyone to just listen and have a readthrough of Woodkid's The Golden Age (yes the whole album). It's also amazing when you don't relate it to anything not saying it's only good because you can, it's just an added bonus.

2) Laurel Wreath (thank you Louis for that one asdkljafkla yep the laurel anthem AGAIN)

3) Muse for some fuck the system (also U's are hard to find)

4-6) some buzzgaycocks with their gay lil songs and I thought why not put a song going 369 WHAT DOES IT MEAN in between. If you're frustrated with the what the fuck is this 369 shit louis this is the soundtrack to that istg the whole song is literally going wtf does 369 mean it's just a number right? Like somebody help me please what is that number? What does 369 mean?? why is 369 there all the time???? wedged between 2 "shit I'm british and gay" songs for your lil larry ears namnamnam that's a ten (again just good music, it's only an added bonus)

7) more nautical gay shit from Woodkid

8) more fuck the system im gonna live in the middle of nowhere

9) some walk boy walk through fire protect you stuff (also just a really really good song and I honestly don't know if this music is well known or some niche western european stuff I really have no clue)

10) some more fighting for peace and love and waves can't try to break em all that

11) this is the gay struggle anthem

12) this is kinda where the wow really have a listen to these songs because if you're a larrie you might like em stops and my personal just aggressive vibing continues. Back to let's go fuck the system fuck the waves trying to break us some more but let's also just dance lol (but my way because the only way I know how to really let loose is heavy ass wubwubdubdub borderline industrial metal yelling the louder the better yep bye)

13) it's no problem for me but it's a problem for you just still on that wubbalubbadubdub don't tell me what to do shit's wrong with you and the COAC system not me byebye i go dancey dance

14) another 369 joke couldn't drop it THREE SIX NINE DAMN YOU A FINE LINE

15) seriously was at a loss for another E, sia already took me too long, wanted to continue the trend of music I can dance to, and then I saw it. iT wAs AcTuAlLy CaScAdAhhhh yeah no that really does fit here.

16) just end on another anthem screaming powerhouse to close it all off lol.

Am I ok? Nobody knoooows. This was fun tho.

[so-litudinal]

oops nevermind here's constance backwood and i'm so in love in a homosexual way, is all fine now, all good

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ok I was just thinking, not a fan at all of what they chose to go for tonally here, like wtf is this, a comedy?? like what's up with the quirky and whimsical music and the absurd characterisations, but I can't lie, this line got me

oh helen, you wild bitch

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the casting for uncle julian sure was... a choice

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dickhead charles blackwood talking while chopin's playing in the bg.... wrong, everything's so wrong help (god awful rendition of that very boring waltz too)

jfc constance was NOT that annoying in the book, like girlie, snap out of it, i want mary katherine to throw a dead bird at her or something

ok no bless good ol' uncle julian who saved dinner and constance from the growing cringe fest thank you cookey man

istg mary katherine can't start that fire soon enough, girl get to it already, this needs to end

fuck constance & merricat, uncle julian & mary katherine are the real power duo in the movie, like team rocket or something

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i knew they'd make constance play the piano instead of a harp, i knew it.....and it's still disappointing. this constance blackwood is a sham

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i mean. ok. she's a pain and all but......

i'm still in love with her tho

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girlie really said "i'm sorry, a *what* now???" 404 error gay brain could not compute

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this movie reminded me that straight white people fantasising about italy is never a mood

sebastian whatever his name is charles blackwood out there seriously making me wish i could wipe out all knowledge of the italian language from my brain

and that music they're dancing to, dear lord 🤮

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30 mn left of this circus and i have been blessed with jonas on my screen for a grand total of 3 times... bye

also, still not a flame in sight

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can american actors stop pretend chewing with their mouths empty??? like wtf do I even have to suffer your ugly mouth sounds for,, god why am I doing this to myself

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"we just cleaned it, it has no right to burn" shirley jackson is the ultimate comedic genius

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i guess there's one thing that was somewhat satisfying in the ending but even that..... well, whatever, can only blame myself for wasting my insomnia on this, imma re-read the book from the start, i need a good cleansing

not 10 mn into the we have always lived in the castle movie but I'm afraid I'm already getting the ick....... what did they do to my poor mary katherine

[celiaxan]

Looks of Love (Saiouma Fic)

He wondered why no one else could see it.

See the way their gazes follow each other sometimes subconsciously. See one's glance linger far too long to be considered platonic. See how one of them looked when the other laughed. See the soft looks they would give each other when the other wasn’t looking.

Or: a really self-indulgent fic based on my obsession of how lovers look at each other bc it's so soft istg

(whole fic under read-more and ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30140310)

A/N: listen to reflections by the neighborhood for mood music!

Kokichi Ouma loved the way two people looked at each other when they were in love.

(Not that he would admit that to anyone, but still…)

No one else seemed to get it.

But the small lingerings of stares after the other has already looked away. The faintest traces of red still on their face, quickly fading to pink. The mouth formed the smallest of smiles, because how could you frown while around them?

It was sickening at first.

Then it became addicting.

No one (from his group of Rantaro, Miu, and Tsumugi) believed him when he called out Kaede and Maki.

He wondered why no one else could see it.

See the way their gazes follow each other sometimes subconsciously. See one's glance linger far too long to be considered platonic. See how one of them looked when the other laughed. See the soft looks they would give each other when the other wasn’t looking.  

Plus, the way Maki glared at him when he talked to Kaede said a lot.

He wasn’t even surprised when they announced their relationship to the class.

(And he won’t deny collecting some pocket cash from the group in the process, but it’s their fault for not believing him and betting in the first place!)

Kokichi doesn’t know when it started.

If he had to guess, he’d say it happened in two parts.

The first being his first real crush. He had just turned 13, not yet even knowing the urge of strong feelings, hormones controlling his every action.

Still being young, unknowing, and everything, he got over his other ‘crushes’ and ‘relationships’ as quickly as he got into them. He still hadn’t known what was wrong with scanning classmates in the room, picking the girl he thought was prettiest, or the girl that had helped him pick up his pencil, or the girl that he had thought reminded him of himself, a sort of kinship, and told his other friends that he liked them.

Oh, how he regretted leading on whatever poor girl he ‘liked’, just to run away from any sort of sign of confession. It was a cycle of sorts. Pick a girl, say that he liked her, run away or watch her confess to another guy, pick another girl.

Tiring. It was tiring.

He didn’t even remember half of their names.

He did remember someone though.

A boy in the corner that read books during recess.

Kokichi didn’t know his name.

All he knew was that the boy was interesting in his own little way.

It was the first time Kokichi actually looked forward to speaking to someone. It was the first time Kokichi had wanted to know more about the boy. It was the first time Kokichi actually waved someone down in the hallways when their paths met just to say hello. It was the first time Kokichi cared about another person’s opinion.

It was… the first time he felt his face heat up to something as weird as the boy finally saying Kokichi’s name instead of calling him ‘You’.

He still didn’t know his name.

Only the gleam in his eyes when he looked up at Kokichi.

But that only made him more interesting.

They talked quite a bit.

When Kokichi was kicked out from playing soccer with the other boys for cheating and bribing other players. When Kokichi purposely faked an injured knee to talk to him. When Kokichi brought him to his house to study (and oh, the little brat told his step-brother, Rantaro, his name, but not Kokichi).

He loved it.

The boy brought a puzzle one time for Kokichi, who mentioned that he liked them. He started bringing two grape juice boxes instead of one. They would read together. They would bring out harder puzzles. The boy somehow understood Kokichi, knew which part of the homework he would struggle with, even if he lied and said he knew it all.

The boy moved away.

Kokichi didn’t cry.

He wasn’t even sad.

But even he knew that was a lie.

Glancing at him, the boy told Kokichi he was moving. Kokichi had been so used to tossing away random friends, random girls, he thought that’d be the same, he was okay with it.

He wasn’t.

A year later, after a big realization (and six ‘Am I Gay’ quizzes), he told Rantaro.

Rantaro choked on his tea. “Oh, cool. That means I’m not the only gay in the family. But uh...”

“What, spit it out, dear sibling. I have to rob a bank in Russia later!”

“I already knew,” Rantaro continued, ignoring Kokichi’s arson plans. “It was kind of obvious after I met your little friend,” Rantaro suddenly raised an eyebrow, smiling into his tea. “Or boyfriend?”

Kokichi’s world shattered with another revelation. “He wasn’t my boyfriend! Also, I didn’t like him.”

Or did I?

“No, you totally did.”

“Did not.”

“Whatever,” Rantaro muttered as an end to that conversation.

Kokichi sat there in silence, contemplating. Finally, he started again. “How did you know?”

Rantaro hummed for a bit before deciding on an answer. “If I had to pick a deciding factor, it’d have to be the way you looked at him. Especially when you thought no one was looking.”

“Really?” Kokichi asked, suddenly interested. “What did I look like?”

Rantaro smiled one of his ‘I Know More Than You’ smiles. “Figure it out yourself.”

That was the first part.

Kokichi had forgotten about it for a bit after screaming curses of ‘ fucking asshole! ’ and ‘ your days are numbered, dusty bitch ’. He had never truly forgotten, of course, but instead, it was just pushed to the back of his mind.

But like most things, his problems were solved due to social media.

And TikTok.

Scrolling through gay TikTok, he saw a ‘gay couples through history’ one. Suddenly gaining his interest, he actually tried to watch this one.

Pictures.

Pictures of gay and lesbian couples flashing through the screen, both of the people looking extremely intimate.

But- their looks- the way they looked at each other. It was mesmerizing. Kokichi couldn’t get more of it.

It was a look of fondness, so soft, that he could feel the attraction through the screen. The photos themself were black and white, but their impact was still strong.

Kokichi looked at them and knew - swore on his life- that he wanted something like that. Small glances full of affection. It held so little but meant so much.

He had always thought that people looked the brightest when they looked at the one they love.

And the eyes.

The eyes were soft, dreamy looking, dare he even say- beautiful.

He wanted that.

He already gave that.

That was the second part.

“So, get it, Shumai? That’s how I called all the class couples before they got together! It’s because I’m super observational and very good at connecting these pieces.”

“...It actually sounds like you’re a sap.”

“What?! Shuichi, you’re so mean to me!”

Now, Kokichi was sitting in a classroom with his current crush, Shuichi Saihara, on the roof. Their hands almost connected on a desk.

And as Kokichi looked closer, Shuichi began looking increasingly nervous, like he was going to break something if he wasn’t careful enough.

“So, do you know where your friend, uh- ‘Boy’, you called him, do you know where he is now?” Shuichi asked suddenly.

“Huh? Nope, I don’t!” Kokichi responded. They were both drinking grape juice boxes. “Why, jealous? Have you finally fallen for me after all?”

Shuichi stiffened, moving the topic along more. “Then...what would you say to him if he was here right now?”

Sighing, Kokichi sank down in his seat, thinking intensely. “I don’t know. I would tell him I want to be friends again. Maybe if I was bold enough, I would tell him that he was my first gay crush.”

A small chuckle before Kokichi continued. “That’s got to be an honor! First crush from Kokichi Ouma himself!”

Shuichi laughed awkwardly. “Who knows. Maybe they’re closer than you think.”

“What’s got you so optimistic?”

At that, Shuichi stood up, and picked up some of his books with one hand, turning around to reach out a hand for Kokichi. “Take a guess?”

Kokichi only looked Shuichi in the eye as the sun shined behind him. A familiar pair of amber eyes with some sort of gleam shined down on him.

Oh.

And wow. How stupid was he to fall for the same person twice?

Not grabbing Shuichi’s hand, Kokichi stood up on his own on an impulse. “You-!”

The boy- Shuichi’s eyes sparkled with a familiar look. It was the look that Kokichi had seen variations of over and over again. It was a face Shuichi looked at him with the most. He felt foolish for not recognizing it earlier.

Shuichi interrupted him- because he’s the only one that can without being told off by Kokichi- with a soft smile and everything. “I also loved the way you looked at me, because... I looked at you like that too.”

[fictionalpeoplecompleteme]

I’m a bisexual girl and I’m in love with Julie so I was wondering if maybe u could write one where the reader thought she was straight but slowly realizes she’s bi and in love with Julie, reader comes out to parents and when they don’t accept she runs to Julie and they kiss and it’s kinda angsty but then BAM fluff

Title: Valid

Request: Yes / No

Word Count: 3234 (!!)

Warnings:��homophobia !!, probs not well written angst omg

(A/N): not me saying im back and not being back i hate myself. yall, there’s no schedule i just post whenever im like, active and thats a really bad habbit that i should NOT keep doing istg. also au where the band never died, but theyre never mentioned. anyways ty ty TY to the sweetie who asked for this ! i literally squealed when i read this request. not this being 3k words umm help

You had your moments. Those weird moments where you didn’t know what you were feeling, especially to the person you were feeling those emotions to. Like this one time where it was a normal day watching Disney Channel and eating pizza (basically living the dream) and then a new movie popped up. “Teen Beach Movie” was the film, and let me tell you, when you saw Butchy AND Lela wearing leather, let’s just say you were confused why felt his way for both of them... it wasn’t right.

No, of course it was right ! You had these feelings for both genders, and your feelings were valid, so why wasn’t it right? Well, it was a simple answer. 

Your parents.

Of course, they didn’t down right say they hated the lgbtg+ community. Although they might as well have downright said that they did, because with the things they say,

“Why do they get a whole MONTH of pride?”

“Ugh, the gays are making it EVERYTHING about them.”

“Do they have to do that in public? Couldn’t they have waited until they got home?”

“Why would they put that in tv?! The kids are gonna watch that and think that they’re gay!”

Obviously you heard their views, and when you started to realize you somewhat fit in their hate demographic, you “decided” that you weren’t going to. And that’s how it has been for a long time.

RIIINNGG

Ugh, another school day.

“Kill me now.”

You got up your very comfortable bed, and did your daily routine. After you were finished with that and dinner, you were dropped off at the infamous Los Feliz High School. You were then greeted by your best friend, Octavia.

“Hey bestiee.” you joked.

“Hey rat.” Octavia said with the same energy. 

“So, did you finally finish atla last night?” you asked.

“Of course! To have a chance to see my husbands is a chance I’ll always take. Even started watching tlok! Mako does looks scrumptious not gonna lie.” she said, doing that weird tucking her hair behind her ear and having a look of thirst on her face. Its the fact that she basically always does that for me.

“Not you finishing atla AND starting tlok the very same night. I don’t think that’s normal.” you said shaking your head. 

“Lets just say that if I get diagnosed with insomnia, don’t be surprised.”

“I don’t think anyone would be.” you said while the both of you are putting your supplies in our locker.

“ANYWAYS, I’m sorry for you getting moved to Mr. G’s class. I know he can be very mean.” Octavia said sympathetically.

And it’s all true. Mr. G is basically known for being modern day Snape, favorites and all (especially to the popular kids). Considering you were fresh meat to his class, you were not looking forward to the inevitable insults. 

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I can NOT stand the fact that I wasn’t even in his class in the first place, thinking I was safe, and then I got moved!” you yelled.

“I know, I know.” she said while putting her hands on your shoulder. “(y/n), if he even BREATHES in your direction, just tell me and I swear the next time I see him its on sight.” Octavia said with a very stern look on her face. “Honestly I can’t believe that the principle wouldn’t fire him, he has enough complaints for at least a suspension.”

“O, what would I do without you? And besides, don’t blame her. She genuinely tried to fire him. But I heard that he lawyered up to the point where he was basically untouchable.” you said.

“We lost.” “We truly did.”

Right after that conversation, the bell rang. 

“Good luck (y/n)! I love you !!” said Octavia while going to her 1st period class. 

“I love you too!” you yelled back.

Oh lord. Please please make this class bearable.

You walked to the door, and took a deep breath. As you went inside, not one second went by as you already got a taste of his scrutiny.

“Well well, if it isn’t the newbie! (y/n) (y/l/n). Just pick an empty seat as that’ll be the only way you’ll get someone to sit next to you.” he chuckled

You wanted to die right then and there. 

And it got worse as the whole class seemed to find that insult funny, considering that they all laughed. 

“O m gosh, Mr G. That was your best one yet!” said Carrie. Of course she had something to say. Not one situation where she kept her mouth shut and yelled her commentary to everyone in the room.

You shuffled your way to the back of the class, to find an empty seat next to this girl. She looked familiar, but not to the point where you knew her name. Though you wished you had. She looked quite.. pretty. With her amazing hair, and her beautiful eyes. Not to mention her face in general..

NO !

No. Of course you had these thoughts of her, she’s just naturally pretty, anyone would’ve thought that. You then put your backpack behind the seat and proceeded to sit down next to her. A few moments passed of you sitting next to the girl, until she said,

“Sorry about that. Mr G. can be very mean sometimes to everyone, -not that that’s okay!” she stuttered. “It’s just, don’t take it personally.”

“Er- thanks.”

“I’m Julie by the way! What’s your name?”

“I’m (y/n).”

“Nice you (y/n)! With each other, I promise you, we can get through his class.”

You smile at her. And Julie smiled back. of course she had to be nice too!

“Well Ms. (y/n), Ms. Molina, talking in my class? I’m not even mad, just surprised! Ms. (y/n) actually found someone to talk to!” said Mr. G.

Aaand of course, he has something to say again.

“I’m surprised she has anything to say at all, considering the amount of times you had already talked down to her. Just simply leave her alone.” said Julie with assert. 

You were shocked to say the least. And it showed to, having a look of disbelief all over your face.

“Um, wel- uh, Ms. Molina, keep that mouth closed, if you don’t want to spend your lunch in detention.” said Mr G. 

You were honestly very glad that she stood up for you in that moment. A little too glad, because in that time, the feelings started to flood in.

Of course, why wouldn’t it! She was just simply nice to you and you had already developed whole feelings for her! But was it exactly bad? Sure, your parents deemed that it already was, but that didn’t mean that you had to. This is who you were, a human being with valid feelings, and there was nothing wrong with that. So with this whole situation, you said with a big smile,

“Thank you.” 

Hey, you never said you were good at speaking with other people. But I don’t think it mattered to Julie, because she had returned your smile, and in that moment you realized you can find yourself deeper in love.

The two of you really had bonded during class time. Sure, you can say that you both flirted but you were never really good at figuring that out, even when you were flirting with boys (it had always been Octavia’s job to figure that out.) But considering the things she said to you.

“I love your hair!”

“You have very nice hands.”

“Your eyes are a beautiful shade of (y/e/c).”

After class, you both knew that you liked, liked each other. But that's where the hard part came in, actually confessing. To be totally honest, you could barely manage confessing to a boy, imagine with Julie? Although you were happy to know that Julie had already thought about this, because when you both walked out the door, she took your hand and guided you to the music room, where the both of you were alone.

Both of you were facing each other. You could tell she was nervous, cause she was playing with her hands, and didn’t seem to try to make eye contact with you.

“(y/n), I know we just met this class,” she said, both chuckling, “but would you like to get coffee with me sometime?”

Oh boy, she actually asked you out! Don’t get you wrong, you were happy! In spite the fact that you had your parents to worry about. So with that, knowing all that was at risk, you still said with full confidence,

“I would love to.”

Julie gave you the biggest smile you had yet to see. She moved a strand of hair out of your face and then proceeded to hold your hands.

“It’s a date! How about at 4 after school?” she said.

“The perfect time.”

After exchanging numbers, you both felt ecstatic, the both of you just left the room with the biggest grin. You couldn’t believe that you had gotten a date with Julie! Now I know that you’re gonna say that you should’ve told Julie about your situation with your parents, but she looked so happy that you couldn’t possibly have ruined the moment with that.

After that amazing moment, you had managed to spot Octavia in the hallway. You walked up to her like you normally would, though this time you had a scared expression. You had never come out before. Though you thought the possibility of keeping this from your parents, this wasn’t something you could keep from her. So walking up to her, you just blurted out the truth, without a second thought.

“Hey! How was Mr-.”

“I’m bi!”

She seemed stunned after a second, but only a second as she bursted out laughing out of nowhere.

“Um-”

“Oh my gosh, the way that was the way you came out to me! It’s the disorganization for me.” said Octavia, while wiping her tears away.

“Wait-, you don’t care?” you asked confused.

“Do you want me to be bothered or something?” she asked in a more sarcastic tone.

“Well no- it's just- I don’t know, I was just scared I guess.”

“Listen,” she said sternly while again putting her hands on your shoulders as a way to comfort you. “I will love you no matter who you love. Understand?”

“And I you. The problem is my parents. I know what they think of people like me, and it’s not good. How am I going to survive this ughh.”

“They’re your parents, I’m sure it’ll be a shock to them, but if they truly love you, they’ll accept you.”

“Thank you Octavia, what will do without you?”

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.”

After you finally finished your classes, you nervously went to the front of the school to wait for your mom to pick you up. You felt so nauseous, to the point where you were sure that you were going to throw up right there. After waiting for 5 minutes, your mom pulled up. You got in the car and you felt so nervous that you were just silent the whole car ride. Your mom for sure took notice.

“Hey sweetie, you’re alright?” said your mom.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel so well.”

“Oh, are you alright? Did you eat something bad maybe?”

“Yeah, probably something during lunch.”

And after that the conversation fully stopped as your mom noticed you were not in the mood to talk.

You finally got home and you felt even worse than before. You dreaded this moment, and just felt like passing out. As you got inside, you quickly went inside your room, not bothering to say hi to your dad. You put your stuff on the ground and just started to really think about this.

They’re my parents! Like Octavia said, they should still accept me, I’m their child. And if they don’t? They have to, right?

Right?

You finally built up the courage to go outside your room and go to the kitchen, where both of you parents were.

“Mom, dad? I need to tell you something.” you said, basically shaking.

“Sure, what is it sweetie?” said your dad.

And without a second thought, you just blurt it out?

“I’m bi!”

It was dead silent. And that scared you. 

The part that truly scared you? Hearing the words that you had been dreading to hear.

“You’re pranking me, right?” you dad chuckled, as if it was a joke.

That’s when you started to get a little irritated. You knew how your parents were, so this reaction was inevitable. So considering all the preparation, you still got mad. 

“Why would this be a prank?!” you said with an “attitude” (that’s what your parents would say at least, although you were just simply defending yourself).

“Honey, as much I love you, this isn’t natural.” said your mother with a normal tone, which you could argue was just as scary as an angry tone.

“If you actually loved me, you would accept me as I am!” you said, starting to actually get aggrieved.

“Don’t yell at your mother like that!” said your father, who actually stood up from his chair.

“I wouldn’t need to be yelling, if you would actually accept me for who I am, not all this!”

“LISTEN, I’m sure this is just a phase. You either change your ways or you are no longer considered my daughter! No daughter of mine would feel such a disgusting thing!” your father yelled.

That’s when you lost it, you knew that no matter what you did, they would never change their way. That’s why you just let it out, because they would never change their way, so why not just let it all out?

“You know what?! I’m going to leave! I rather be homeless than to live in a house with you two! My two parents who don’t even accept me, WHO DON’T MAKE ME FEEL LOVED OR VALIDATED!” you yelled.

At that point you were shaking and crying. With the anger that you were feeling inside you didn’t even think to get any clothes or basic necessities, you just grabbed your phone and just ran out with your parents yelling your name. But you didn’t care, you were not going back there, that’s for sure.

After that horrible fight, you went to a park that was near your house. You went inside a private bathroom that was thankfully unoccupied, cause if it wasn’t, you were pretty sure that you would’ve broken down right then and there. Once you had gone in there, you surprisingly didn’t cry. You just held it in, and really thought about your situation. You realized that it was pretty stupid of you that you didn’t get your belongings and then left the house. Oh! And that you were pretty much homeless.

After a good thinking session, you did the most sensical thing you could do in that situation. 

You called Julie.

Now I know what you’re thinking! ‘Why Julie, why didn’t you call Octavia instead?’. Well it was pretty simple, you just desperately wanted to see Julie. You pressed on her contact, not really knowing what was coming with it. What if she thought you were weird? What if she laughed at you? What if she felt weirded out with you and then blocked your number? What if-

“Hello?”

“Julie?” You sounded pretty distraught, so it wasn’t surprising when she sounded concerned herself once she heard your voice.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

“Julie, this might sound really weird, but something really bad happened and you were the only person I could think to call! If you’re busy I’m sorry I won’t-”

“Hey! I’m sure everything’s going to be fine. Where are you?”

You took a deep breath, you were just thankful she didn’t block you right then and there. “I’m at the park in (street name).”

“Okay, just stay right there and I’ll come and get you.”

When the call ended, you walked out of the bathroom and sat on swings, waiting for Julie. After you waited, for what seemed an eternity, you saw her.

Julie.

She spotted you in the swings, and gave you the sweetest smile. She walked closer to you and stretched out her hands, which you took. After just staring at each other, she gave you the biggest hug, which (not gonna lie) you just really needed. Much to your disappointment, she let go of you, she swung an arm around you, and started walking to her house. The both of you didn’t say anything, but you guys didn’t need to, the peaceful silence was nice.

The both of you then arrived at her house. That’s when you started to panic, you weren’t looking forward to bother her family. 

“Are you sure we can go in the house?” you asked 

She gave you a chuckle, “I think we can go to my house.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother any-”

“Hey.” She proceeded to grab your hands and then moved to cup your face. “Everything’s going to be okay, my dad and brother aren’t home, and even if they were, you would absolutely be greeted with open arms.” she said,

You both went inside the house and then inside Julie’s room. She motioned to sit on her bed and you did. She sat next to you and then held your hand, intertwining with each other.

“It’s okay, you can talk to me.”

You took a deep breath, and just let all your feelings out. “It’s just my parents were never really supporting of the lgbtq community, so it was stupid of me to actually think they would have any other different reaction. And the fact that they would react like that? To say such cruel things? I just..- I don’t know, is it wrong for me to feel bad?”

“They’re your family, of course you would have this sensation of feeling bad. But I just want you to know that they’re in the wrong, not you. Any sane person would think that, everyone just wants to be accepted. Just know this,” she said while leaning closer, your hands still intertwined. “you are valid, so many people love you no matter who you love.” she said while moving a strand of hair out of your face.

You continued to smile, but looked into Julie’s eyes with so much adore. And the best part was, she was looking at you the exact same way.

Without a second thought, you decided to just go for it. You kissed her. The kiss was passionate, and sweet. Julie then gave soft kisses to you cheeks and knuckles, murmuring comforting words such as “it’s okay” “you’re alright” “i’m here”. 

After pulling away you both looked at each other, and then you offered your favorite pastime.

“Can we go to sleep? I just wanna sleep the stress away.”

Julie chuckled and then agreed. You both got into a position of Julie laying down while your head rested on her chess, and her holding you. While you were half asleep, you said those three words,

“I love you.” 

You were half asleep, so you didn’t understand the severity of the action, but before you fully drifted, you heard these words coming out of her mouth.

“I love you too.”

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[lesbian-deadpool]

Michelangelo’s David

(18+) DON’T MAKE ME PUNT YOU

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 4,477

Warnings: SMUT, SEX, a HELL of a lot of foreplay, vampires, swearing, slight Stony.

Request: Nah.

Summary: You’re a vampire. You consider Natasha to be a Goddess. One night in a dingy motel may just change your relationship forever.

A/N: This is a whole lot of gay shit. SO much sex. Istg, you better not be under 18, bc I will end you motherfucker. I’d rather not get into shit bc of that okay? Thanks to @romanova-maximoff-danvers for telling me how vampires work, bc I didn’t know that shit. This is my first smut work, so... take that for what you will.

(Not my GIF)

***

"Insomnia?"

The sudden voice behind her, caused the red-headed woman to jump.

Before you caused her skin to separate from her body, out of shearer fright. She had been resting along the railing, outside, in front of her motel door. You had quick access to her, as she was in the room adjacent to you. The rest of the Avengers resided in all the other rooms, of the run down motel. Some 'sharing' or more commonly known as 'Tony and Steve are fucking'.

She spun around, to meet the stiff person. Glaring into her eyes, she asked, "Why are you awake?"

"I'm a Vampire. We don't sleep... well, not at night, at least."

"I wish you wouldn't sneak up on me." She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest, causing her ample bosom, to tighten, and protrude upwards. The low cut of her tank top, making them almost visible, along with her black bra, that was lining the neck of her shirt.

"Aww, is the dark and dangerous, Black Widow, scared?" you asked, in a voice, like when you would talk to a dog. Letting your arms flop down in front of you, as you waddled over to her, in a playful manner.

"Y/N..." she warned.

"What?" you asked innocently. Gripping the sides of her tense shoulders, rubbing them, gently, with your thumbs. Looking down at the much shorter woman.

Natasha glared at you, causing you to regret what you said, slightly... slightly.

Thinking it best you apologised, as to not set your impending death in stone, by the beautiful woman in front of you.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to see if you were alright..." you said, bashfully.

She smiled at you, "It's alright." She looked you up and down, noticing how stiff you were. You were naturally stiff anyway, but to the natural eye, you just seemed like you had good posture.

But now. You closely resembled, Michelangelo's David. You look like you had been carved out of solid marble.

Natasha was suddenly pulled back to when she walked in on you, half naked. As you were patching yourself up, after a fierce battle, with a most recent villain.

Natasha walked along one of the many, corridors, in the tower, passing doors that lead to each of the team members rooms.

Already knowing her destination, she paid them no mind. Not to the sounds of blaring TVs. Not to the snores, not to the conversations, and not to the music of Wanda strumming away on her guitar.

Natasha cared for only one person at that moment, that person being you, wanting to see if you were alright.

She opened your door without knocking. Stopping still in her tracks, as she stared at the sight before her. Her mouth falling open slightly.

You were clad, in only your underwear. Your combat suit left discarded, crumpled on the floor. She stared at you closely, as you dabbed at your bleeding side. You were regretting "feeding" before your mission. Your blood far runnier than you would like it to be, as you were patching yourself up.

She felt it again, the pulsing throughout her body. Heat running through her body, from her head to her toes. The warmth sticking around in a private place. Natasha had been feeling this quite a lot lately. Whenever you trained, worked out, spared. Not just with her either. She would watch you, as you rolled on the floor, playfully sparring with Clint, with a smile upon your face. And it was just a disaster when she sparred with you. She felt this on missions. You kicking ass always managed to make her blood rush. Which caused her to become continuously distracted, as the more time drew on.

But now. Now. Natasha didn't know what she was supposed to do when she saw you again. She just knew that she would think of you like this again, and become more distracted than she ever was before.

You looked up, happily surprised to see Natasha standing there. Letting your arms drop to your sides, no embarrassment at being caught in your just your underwear. If it was one thing Natasha could say about you, was that you were confident in your body. Throwing the green-eyed woman, a happy smile. Caused her face to flush, coating it with red, the blush running down her neck. Her composure completely destroyed. She uttered a stuttered apology and exited the room. Quickly walking to her own, the feeling of embarrassment washing in. Leavening you, staring at the door, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Yep. Definitely, Michelangelo's David. She confirmed, still looking you up and down.

"You seem tense," she stated.

"Of course, I'm tense. I'm a fucking Vampire. I've technically been dead for hundreds of years."

"That's not what I meant," Natasha clarified. Still looking at you, as you were now, stood a few feet away, "You just seem tenser, than usual."

You watched her, her eyebrows raising, in a silent indication, that you can talk to her if needed.

You huffed out a sigh, looking up, into the starry night sky. You were literally in the middle of nowhere. The whole reason you were out here in the first place, and not surrounded by the busy city of New York, was a Steve planned trip. A road trip to be exact. And now, here you were. You had been surprised when Tony had suggested staying here. But then again, the minute you booked the whole motel for your gang, Tony and Steve ran off, commandeering the room the old receptionist gave them.

You look back down, right into emerald green eyes. Deciding to tell her the truth, it's not like you could lie to her anyway...

"It- It's just been a long time, is all..." you uttered out. Not daring to look her in the eyes. Now peering intently at the floor between her, and your feet.

"What's been a long time?" Natasha asked cluelessly.

You snapped your eyes up, looking into hers, your eyes hard and telling. You watched as realisation faded into her.

"Ohh..." she said, understanding lased her voice. Dazed out, eyes wide, staring towards your body. "How long?" Natasha asked, finally snapping back into reality. Looking into your eyes.

"I don't know," you shrugged, "I just know, it's been a while."

"And you haven't thought about actually trying to get laid?" Natasha joked, trying her hardest to ignore the pang of jealousy that ran through her at the thought of you with someone else.

Shrugging, you replied, "I don't think anyone would want to have sex with a vampire, you know?" You looked into Natasha's pity filled eyes, before you continued, "Everyone's too scared of me."

"I'm not scared of you."

"Well, do you want to have sex with me?" you joked.

With a new surge of courageous confidence, she slowly walked towards you. Hips swaying more than usual. With a look in her eye, that looked like she could eat you alive.

Suddenly, you felt nervous, exceptionally so. The nerves building, higher and higher, as she slowly meandered her way towards you. The look in her eyes was unsettling to you. You were usually the one who, literality, ate people... well you didn't, but you could.

Deciding on changing the subject, hoping to make yourself more comfortable. Under her watchful gaze. It's not like you didn't like it, you did. But, she was the Black Widow. She flirted and killed to get what she wanted. You would never admit this, to anyone, but she quite intimidated you.

"Um, why are you out here, anyway?" you asked, nervously.

"Tony and Steve, are in the room next to mine," you looked behind you slightly, at the door that held them. Hearing the muffled bangs, and moans, coming from inside. That undoubtedly wasn't the only thing 'coming'. Realisation hit, understanding that the walls in the old motel rooms, were as thin as paper.

You turned back around to her, now stood right in front of you. Her eyes dark. This, in turn, caused you to jump a little. Not expecting the close proximity that you were in.

"Payback," she purred. Grabbing hold of the opening of your grey jacket. Using it to pull herself forward, leaning into you, using her toes, to raise herself to be close to your, shocked face.

She was residing on the tips of her toes, unable to get any taller.

You still towered her, tilting your face down slightly to meet hers, still standing stiffer than a solder.

The tip of her nose only reached your lips. She tilted her face up, staring seductively into your eyes, as she glided her nose against your own. Still griping, tightly onto your jacket. The zipper leaving indents into her palms. Natashas arms pressing against her, forcing her breasts up, as she tried to pull you closer, but was unable to. Instead, she chose to push herself farther into you, asking, "I can help with that... do you wanna continue this elsewhere?"

It was at this point that a wave of euphoric scent washed your way. Sweet as sugar, honey-laced, and burning hotter than the sun. It has been aeons since you smelled this scent directed at you. You couldn't remember it ever being so strong, sweet, and powerful.

The smell triggered something inside of you. Something raw and almost animalistic. Your eyes clearly darkened if Natasha's reaction was anything to go by. However, you still felt nervous, considering you couldn't remember the last time you had sex. Especially with someone so fucking good looking.

"Why can't we stay out here?"

At this Natasha cocked an eyebrow at you. A smirk finding its way onto her face, residing there. Her eyes grew darker, shocking you. As you did not know that green eyes could get any darker.

"Well, aren't you just the kinky one?" Natasha's words caused you to realise what you said and how it sounded. Raising your palm, colliding it with your face. Causing Natasha to give you a slight chuckle. "And, because. Clint's watching us."

You peered over her shoulder, her grip and stance unrelenting, to your movements. Seeing a curious Clint, spying through his window, across from you, on the floor below. You shot him a quick glare, eyes shifting dangerously, and he closed the curations, with a frightened face. Just as Natasha turned her head, looking out from the corner of her eyes, noticing the moving curations. Emitting a small giggle, before fully focusing on the side of your face.

Your eyes grew wide, with the unbelievable noise that blew against your cheek. Slowly turning your head to face hers, a toothy smile on her face, biting her lip, when she saw you looking at them. Your eyes grew wide once again, the familiar wetness grew at your core.

Grabbing her hands from your jacket. You pushed them down, watching Natasha's face drop, thinking you were rejecting her. But instead, you pulled her towards your room, making a bright smile grow on her face.

***

Once inside, your lips crashed into one another's. Your hands quickly griping her hips, sliding around to her lower back. And hers, wrapping around your neck, tugging you further towards her.

Your lips moved across her plump ones, her tongue slipped into your mouth, she tasted of cherries and lust. Your fangs grazed atop her wandering tongue, drawing a muffled moan from her throat.

Drawing back from your kiss, your lips travelled down Natasha's neck, feeling her racing pulse throb through her veins. Her nails digging into the side of your jaw, as she panted above you, leaning her head back, so you had more room to explore.

Your lips soon returned to her kiss-swollen ones, Natasha muttering against them.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this."

"Well, we won't have to wait much longer," you husked.

Natasha pulled back, bringing your lower lip with her. Making you let out a low moan. Before letting it go, with a small pop.

Panting, you gazed longingly at Natasha, the lust in her eyes more intoxicating than any drug, any alcohol, any rush you have ever felt in your life. It felt almost as if your cold, stiff body was being reborn, from the warm glow of this goddess before you.

Faster than she could imagine, you crouched down, gripping the backs of Natasha's thighs, your hands resting just below her ass. Pulling her up to press her tightly against your body. Your movements soon registered in Natasha's mind, pressing a hard kiss to the underside of your jaw, she wrapped her arms and legs around you. As you keened at the kiss.

The only way Natasha could show her joy of being around the same height -abet a tad taller- as you, was to kiss you in earnest. She relished in being pressed up against you, your bodies moulding perfectly into one another. She knew from this moment that she would have to get used to straddling your waist, to be as close as humanly possible to you; while standing that is.

You began backing up towards the bed, falling in what felt like slow motion, to land on your back against the firm cotton sheets. Natasha moving her leg's just in time, for them to rest on either side of your waist. The heels of your boots scraped against the shabby carpet floor, to push you further up the bed, dragging the old sheets along with you.

You were both unrelenting in your bid for dominance as you sprawled across the bed, teeth and tongues ran across swollen lips, exploring the crevices of each other's mouths. You being mindful of how hard you were going, as not to accidentally cut Natasha with your fangs. It had been a long while since you were this worked up, -in any way- therefore you didn't want to lose control if you tasted her blood.

Natasha gave a slight grunt, impatience showing through, unhappy with how long it was taking for her to gain control. She pulled away, moving in a sitting position. Grinding down briefly on your crotch, staring you in the eyes, as she slowly began shedding her black leather jacket. Throwing it across the room.

Pulling the zipper of your jacket down, she bit her lip, knowing she would only turn you on more. Her eyes still unwavering from yours. You sat up slightly, helping her pull it from your body. It flying to join the other across the room, as your lips reattached.

Natasha's hands wandered down to rest between her spread legs, fumbling with the button of your jeans. The usual flawlessly composed spy, above you, now rendered a complete mess. So much so that she had to break away from your kiss, to evaluate the button. Finally managing to unfasten it. Natasha gave you a quick lustful kiss, before she stood from you, dragging your jeans, boots, and socks from your body.

Swinging her leg over your hips, Natasha straddled you once again.

"You're really sexy, you know that?" Natasha complimented, just watching you. Her hands resting on your abdomen, fingers and thumbs caressing you over your white tank-top.

"You should see my view right now," you smirked.

A groan raised from your chest, Natasha spurred on from your words, began rocking against your hips. Her own sounds of pleasure releasing from her plump open lips.

Slowly moving your arms down from above your head, smirk still upon your face, as you knew Natasha was too focused on the lust within your eyes, -and her own pleasure- to notice what you were doing. Placing your hands on Natasha's jean covered thighs, you rubbed them gently. Tilting your head to the side, giving her a smouldering look. Her lips puckered out in response, eyes blinking slowly, as she steadily moved down to kiss you again.

A yelp filled the room, as you threw Natasha down onto the mattress below you, red hair splayed out around her on the pillows. Breasts bouncing as she panted from being surprised.

You sat in front of her, her legs resting on your hips, knees buckled, and her heels gently pressing into your lower back. Your hands residing on her thighs.

"This view's pretty fucking good, too."

"Only pretty good?" Natasha rasped, a bright smile on her face.

You hummed. "You look like a goddamn work of art." Gliding your hands down to unfasten her black jeans, slowly popping the button, you cooed, "I wonder what you'd look like without anything on."

"Probably as good as you would?"

Smirking you pulled her pants and socks from her body, seeing as she kicked her shoes off as soon as she walked through the door.

Your hands grazed her waistline, where her black tank-top had ridden up. Rubbing your thumbs into her soft skin, getting increasingly higher as the seconds ticked by.

"How opposed are you to me ripping this tight little tank-top from your body, and fucking you so hard you can't talk for a week?"

"Oh, God," Natasha whined lustfully, "There's nothing I want more."

Natasha's tongue ran against your lips as you pressed against her, removing your hands from her waist to grip her top, tarring it from her body. Pushing the tattered pieces off the bed.

You moved to pepper kisses all along Natasha's neck, travelling down her chest. Pausing to listen to the melody of moans sounding from Natasha's throat, as you sucked many dotted bruises onto her breasts. Her hands gripped your scalp, trying to push you further down her stomach, and to the place she needed you most. But you were far too busy nipping sparse marks onto her abdomen.

Finally, to Natasha's relief, you were settled above her legs, peering up at her. Your fingers curled around the thin strap of fabric, that sat between her legs. Slowly you pulled the thong down. Uncovering Natasha's wet pussy. Watching her glistening core, you continued to drag the slightly damp fabric down her legs. Your eyes snapping to the thong, as it continued its way past her knees, ignoring her dripping sex, much to Natasha's dismay. With the cold air, and you between her legs, made her pussy weep. She moved her hips every which way, grinding into thin air, as to try and gain some sort of friction, but couldn't get far off the bed, if at all, thanks to your arm holding her waist down.

She groaned into the night air, grabbing the bed sheets under her. As her thong was finally stripped off her body and thrown to the floor.

Natasha's "tormentor" as she would have called you at this moment, relaxed by her legs. Your thumb flicked over Natasha's clit, making her jump, and push into the pressure. As soon as the pleasure had been gifted, it was taken away. Natasha wined at the lost contact, soon gasping when your lips met the bottom of her pubic bone, in a short kiss.

"Someone's excited," you cooed, your warm breath tickling her core, making Natasha whimper once more.

Natasha nodded her head, vigorously. You knew she wanted you. She wanted you so bad. And she showed it in her actions. Her eyes were clamped tight shut, her lips slightly parted, breathy moans and small whimpers escaping them regularly. Natasha's head moved from side to side, leaving an impression in the pillow, between where her hands gripped it tightly.

"Ah, ah ah. You can use your words, can't you?" you asked, "Let me hear your beautiful voice, baby."

A moan escaped her, her eyes flickering open to meet yours. At the look in her eyes, you were sure that you had just seen heaven. Her pupils were blown out, obscuring the green of her eyes. Want filled them, along with lust, and begging. But what you cherish the most about them was the intense feeling of adoration pouring from them. And it was all directed at you.

"Yes," Natasha confirmed, her voice hoarse and breathy.

"Tell me what you want, baby? How do you feel?" You knew you were teasing her. Too much? You'd have to answer that question later. You didn't know when you were going to get a chance like this again, so you were milking it for all you could. Hopefully leaving Natasha wanting more.

Natasha moaned again, flinging her head back before she met your eyes once again.

"You make me feel so good, baby."

"Mhm, tell me more."

She groaned. "I've never felt this way before, in my life. You don't know how much I want you. How much I need you. I feel like if you don't touch me, I'll explode right here."

Natasha's words left your mouth dry. Licking your lips, you nodded your head, as you tried to get the moisture back into your mouth. You coughed, hoping that would stop your voice from breaking when you spoke.

"Yeah. Yeah. That was... that was good." You coughed once again. "What do you want me to do to you, darlin'?"

Natasha shuddered slightly at the pet name. Giving you the assurance that, that would be the go to.

"I want you to fuck me, Y/N. I want you to plough me into the mattress. Make me scream. Let's give Steve and Tony a run for their money."

Now it was your turn to groan at the other woman, her words made your stomach clench, realising wetness to your throbbing core. Moving up her body, you kissed her roughly. As you moved to rest between her legs. Your tank top and underwear rubbing against her almost bare body. Your thumbs rubbing over her ribs.

Natasha broke away from your kiss with a cry, "You're wearing too many clothes."

"You're still wearing your bra," you sassed breathlessly.

"I don't care. It's still more than what I am."

You hummed, moving to kiss Natasha's neck, nipping and sucking at it. Your lips tingled thanks to Natasha's moans vibrating through her throat. You smirked, travelling down her soft body, peppering kisses on Natasha's bra covered chest. Letting your fangs come out to play, drawing them lightly across her skin, a lewd moan tumbling from her lips. As your arms moved around her back, unclasping her bra, and slipping it from her body.

"Oh, now this is really unfair."

"I know, darlin'. I know."

Further and further down you went, lips brushing her skin, making Natasha shiver. Curse words tumbling from her mouth, in whispered prayer. Placing her legs over each of your shoulders, you began teasing her more, brushing your lips lightly over Natasha's core, causing her to cry out. Impatience coursing through her veins, her hips bucked up to meet your lips. You placed your hands firmly on her pelvic, halting her movements almost instantly.

"Hey, hey, now. Be a good girl, alright?" you asked, peering into her lustful eyes. "Okay?"

Natasha nodded. "Okay."

"Good girl," you cooed.

Moving your hands down to her core, entrapping her legs as you did. Using your thumbs to pull her lips apart, you gave her clit a soft kiss, Natasha moaning out in the pleasure that had finally been given to her. Gently you began gliding your tongue over her swollen clit, guiding it down to her entrance, and back up again.

"Oh God, Y/N."

"Yeah, baby?" you spoke into Natasha's glistening pussy.

"Fuck, don't stop. Please keep going."

"I wasn't planning on stopping."

You kissed and lapped at her pussy for some time, drawing whimpers, moans, and gasps from Natasha's chest. Her breasts heaving and blushed, the redness flowing up her neck and cheeks.

Natasha was so worked up, thanks to you removing your mouth whenever she had gotten close to her orgasm. Instead, you moved to suck and nibble at her inner thighs, as she came down from he pleasure filled highs. Knowing she was starting to get irritated by your teasing, and edging her. You decided to go easy on her.

Returning your lips back to her cunt, you pecked lightly at her swollen clit, before you drew it fully into your mouth sucking on it harshly. A flood of fluids exited her, as she gasped hungrily, raising up thanks to the pleasure running through her, fingers knotted into the sheets below her. Natasha moaned lewdly, into the ceiling above her, as she fell back to the bed.

Circling her tight entrance with your fingers, making Natasha push up to meet you wandering hand. When she least suspected it, you pushed a finger inside of Natasha.

Letting out a scream of pleasure, Natasha arched her back.

"Please, Y/N. Please. I need more. Please, give me more," Natasha begged.

"Yeah? You want more, sugar?" Natasha nodded her head quickly. "I'll give you anything you want." And that was something you didn't just mean in this moment, or under these circumstances. If this woman knew of the spell she had you under, she would surely be some form of a Goddess. And she just didn't tell you.

Pulling your finger from her depths, you replaced it with two. Curling your fingers, drawing it in and out of her. Getting high from Natasha's moans, realising one or two of your own at the bliss coursing through you at the moment. You began moving your fingers inside of her faster and faster. Until you were practically pounding them into her. Licking and sucking at her clit as you did.

Natasha was so entirely worked up from your ministrations, that she was moaning more than breathing. But it was still not enough for you. Blowing a sharp stream of cold air over Natasha's swollen clit. She screamed louder than you've ever heard. You felt Natasha clench around your fingers, coming over them, rocking her hips as she came down from her high. Your fingers slowing marginally to join her.

"Fuck," Natasha croaked out.

"If you think that was good. You haven't felt nothing yet."

***

"So, what did you guys get up to last night?" Sam asked you and Natasha, as you walked towards the cars.

"Nothing. Why?" Natasha replied.

"Hm? Oh, no reason. Just wondering." Sam smiled. "Y/N I take it you're going to be riding with Natasha in her Stingray."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because Natasha's wearing your shirt, you're both covered in love bites, and the literally whole motel heard your screams last night," he listed off, "Steve and Tony's, too."

You paused, watching Sam walk off, Natasha next to you. You knew this was a probability, and it's not like you were trying to hide it. You were just surprised at how quick it took for someone to say anything. You probably shouldn't have been.

"Oh, and I hope you didn't cut Natasha with your fangs!"

"I swear to God, Wilson!"