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The Proposal |M|

You’re tired of being alone for years without a boyfriend so you propose a deal to Jimin.

Originally posted by zynpyzkcu

word count: 5.2k

tags: smut for days, fluff(in later chapters), angst(in later chapters), badboy!Jimin, collegeAU!Jimin


Your heart would’ve jumped right out of your chest if not for your ribs that confined them because your heart was beating so fast. As you walked down the steps with stiff legs, your eyes were settled on the man who sat just a few rows ahead of you. You took in the his outfit–a simple over-sized black hoodie and ripped denim jeans. He was shoving his belongings inside of his black backpack as you approached him.

“J-Jimin?” You croaked, hoping that he didn’t hear your unsteady voice crack. Hearing his name, the college boy turned his head and you took in his features. He looked quite tired; his hooded eyes still seemed laced with sleep despite it being four in the afternoon. His bottom lip was red and plump as if he had been nibbling on it for a long time. He laid his eyes on you and you stiffened once again. Now that he was in front of you, your mind suddenly went blank.

“Yes?” He raised his eyebrows at you in curiosity. You gulped and took a deep breath before continuing.

“I would like to suggest a proposal,” you said and squeezed your eyes as you winced at your extreme awkwardness. Hearing that, Jimin raised an eyebrow and shifted in his seat to face you.

“Am I in some kind of job interview?” Jimin chuckled lowly and caused your cheeks to heat. “What kind of proposal?” He asked, tilting his head in curiosity. Despite his raspy voice that sounded like he just woke up(and if he did you wouldn’t be surprised), it carried hints of playfulness in it as he focused his attention on you. Your eyes darted around the classroom that was beginning to fill back up with students for the next class and a part of you panicked.

“Well um, can we talk in the hall?” You muttered and waited as Jimin hesitantly. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder and then waited for you to lead him out into the hall. With each step, you could feel your heart beating faster and you could hear your pulse in your ears. When the two of you exited the classroom, Jimin set his bag down and you took a deep breath. You could feel that his eyes were on you, waiting for you to speak. As you took a deep breath, you lifted your head to meet his dark gaze.

“I need you to–well I don’t really need you to, but I would very much like it if you…” your sentence trailed off as soon as your cheeks started to burn and your throat closed up. “If you would have sex with me.” You said the last part so quietly you could barely hear yourself. But seeing that Jimin’s tired eyes widened and how he raised his brows in surprise, you knew he heard every word.

“Have sex?” He reiterated a bit loudly and you shot him a look even though the halls were vacant besides the two of you. His eyes darted around before landing on you. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say you specifically, but seeing as you are…” you paused and examined Jimin again. “…Here which is convenient, and you’re not bad looking, which is a plus.” You stopped to observe Jimin’s facial expressions which was hard to pinpoint as he simply stared at you. Then, the thought dawned on you.

“But you don’t have to do it!” You exclaimed suddenly, your entire face and neck felt like it was on fire from embarrassment. “I realize that this is really weird since I don’t know you at all and I just asked you to have sex with me which sounds so desperate and-and a bit of a slut–”

“I’ll do it.” Jimin interrupted you and left your mouth agape.

“Y-You will?” You stammered as Jimin shrugged.

“Yeah, why not? I’m pretty sure you have a reason and to be honest, I feel flattered,” Jimin slipped his hands in his hoodie pocket. A coy smirk stretched on his lips as Jimin leaned against the wall. He pulled his bottom lip under his teeth as his eyes darted down to your loose sweater and jeans and then back to your eyes. “So when do you want to do this?”

You took a deep breath and averted your eyes so it felt like Jimin wasn’t staring at your heated cheeks. “Are you free this weekend? I’d like to do this as soon as possible.”

Jimin pondered with pursed lips. “Yeah, I’m free.” Jimin said and pushed himself off the wall. He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. “Put your phone number in there and we’ll talk later.”

You took his phone in your hand and put your number in there before handing it back to him. Jimin bent down to pick up his bag and took his phone before winking at you as he passed by you.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.”


It hadn’t even dawned on you that Jimin knew your name, but after thinking about it, it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise. You had been in at least one class together for three years, but you’ve never spoken to each other once. Jimin was known as the typical “bad boy” as he hung out with the wrong crowd, never showed up to class, and often got in trouble with campus security for vandalizing school property “on accident.” There was one case where Jimin and his friends had been accused of spray painting a sculpture completely black. This was earlier in their college years and was only the start of their growing reputation.

But sometimes(and emphasis on some) Jimin would show up to class like today looking like he hadn’t slept for days and dressed down in a simple hoodie or sweatpants with a beanie of snapback that covered his chestnut locks. You could tell by the girls he had basically clinging to his pants that he was, unlike you, experienced with sex. It wasn’t as if you were a prude or didn’t like sex, but it was never easy to be in a relationship. You were always caught up with school and work and never seemed to find time to fit it in.

That was a lie. A relationship seemed like the best thing to take your mind off your stressful life, but you could never find someone. It was as if the universe was telling you not to be in one or worse, telling everyone not to be with you. Either that, or you just attracted the wrong people. Or perhaps even worse than that– you weren’t attractive at all.

You tried your best not to think too much about such things as they kept you up at night and the only way for you to fall asleep was to shed some tears, which you hated doing. It was just… hard not to feel insecure about yourself. No matter what kind of people you liked, they never liked you back. You tried your best not to care–to convince yourself that you would find somebody to date and finally lose your virginity to, but it was now three years into college and you were still waiting.

You wondered if asking Jimin was being too desperate, but in all honestly, all your fucks were thrown out the window. At this rate, you would end up living and dying alone with your apartment filled with cats. It was too late to turn back now. You stood in front of Jimin’s apartment wearing a simple white tee and denim shorts. You had a baseball hat on top of your head to protect your eyes from the blaring sun. Around your shoulder was a simple handbag that you held your necessities, including a condom just in case Jimin didn’t have one, which he probably would.

You shook off your nerves as you knocked on Jimin’s front door. You stepped back and looked down at yourself to make sure you looked fine. When you heard shuffling on the other side of the door and saw the doorknob jiggle, you inhaled sharply. Your heart was beating abnormally fast and it wasn’t looking to calm down any moment.

The door opened slightly and Jimin poked his head through. His brown hair was ruffled messily and his eyes were squinted as if it was the first time in the day where he saw sunlight.

“Good morning,” he croaked in his usual voice. You frowned at him and let your shoulders sag.

“Morning? Jimin, it’s 6 in the afternoon.” You said as he stepped aside while ruffling his hair. You stepped inside his apartment which smelled of pine and cinnamon. A nostalgic smell that reminded you of Autumn. A soft chuckle came from Jimin as he closed the door and locked it.

“Yeah sorry, I was awake, really.” He said and led you to the room at the end of the hallway. The house was quiet except for the subtle hip hop music playing in a different room. Your head swiveled around as you took in your new environment.

“Are your roommates home?” You finally asked.

“They’re at work so don’t worry about people hearing you. We talked about this over text, didn’t we?” Jimin asked and opened the door to what you assumed was his room. You noticed that the soothing scent of pine became stronger and you resisted closing your eyes to bask in the smell.

“Yeah sorry, I guess I’m just a little nervous.” You replied and stepped in the room. It was a neat room with a queen sized bed against the wall and a black wood desk on the opposite side. A typical room for a college student. You expected it to be cleaner and dismissed the idea that Jimin cleaned his room just for you.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” Jimin asked and you turned to him. “I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to have sex with me if I reeled of body odor.” Jimin flashed a toothy smile before running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh yeah, no problem. Take your time.” You replied and smiled stiffly. Jimin nodded and gestured to the bed.

“You can make yourself comfortable. I’ll be quick.” He said and left the room. You hesitated to sit on his bed but you did, on the very edge of it. It was time. You were in a boy’s room and it was just the two of you in his apartment, and you were about to have sex. The idea was baffling and you would’ve never imagined that you would be in this situation, but this was your reality.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself and pulled out your phone to check your social media for a bit. You thumbed through your instagram feed and it only felt like five minutes before you heard Jimin walking back down the hall. You slipped your phone back in your handbag and perked up when he entered the room. Jimin wore a white t-shirt, similar to yours as well as basketball shorts. He had a towel over his head as he dried his damp hair.

“I said to make yourself comfortable.” Jimin laughed, his voice was clearer now and more energetic compared to when he first greeted you. You froze when he pointed out your awkwardness and you wondered if it was really that noticeable.

“Sorry I just–I’ve never done this before.” You muttered under your breath. Jimin glanced at you from his phone and raised a brow.

“Done what? Sex?” He asked and you raised your head immediately.

“No! No, not that. I’ve never… hooked up with someone like this.” You fumbled with your fingers as you stretched a smile across your lips. Jimin watched you for a second before setting his phone on his desk. He tossed his towel on his chair and stepped slowly towards you. With the shift of action, your heartbeat began to pick up again. When Jimin stood in front of you, so close that your knees were touching his calves. His fingertips brushed against your shoulder and you flinched but he didn’t stop from trailing up your neck and ear until they traced your jaw. Jimin raised your chin so you were looking up at him. From this angle, you could see his dark gaze that intensified in a matter of seconds as well as his reddened, plump lips.

“Lay back for me,” his eyes darted to the bed and you gulped. You reached back to remove the hat from off top of your head and tossed it on the bed as you scooted back. Jimin climbed onto the bed and your mind started racing with all sorts of thoughts. Would it hurt? What if you can’t go through with it? Why did you put yourself in this situation in the first place? Was it too late to back out?

Jimin wasn’t helping by the way his hand snuck up your inner thigh. When his fingers traced the stitching of your pants over your crotch, you inhaled sharply and closed your eyes. His hands gripped the hem of your shorts and pulled them down slowly as he wanted to take to savor the sight of your light blue panties. Jimin pulled your shorts down completely before tossing them to the side and returned his hands to your thighs, massaging them as he rubbed tiny circles with his thumb.

Jimin pulled your legs so they wrapped around his waist. He hovered over so his hands were planted into the bed beside your arms. You stared into his hooded eyes for what seemed like minutes but it was only seconds until he pulled his gaze away. His hand snaked up your shirt as his fingers traced softly over stomach until he reached the edge of your bra. His eyes darted back to yours as if to one, see if you were comfortable and two, receive silent consent before slipping his fingers underneath. You felt his warm fingertip brush over your nipple and a sigh escaped your lips.

As Jimin worked your breast with one hand, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your neck. As he kissed it, you allowed a soft moan to escape. Your eyebrows knit from the slight, tingling pleasure that Jimin was giving you through his touch.

“Jimin,” you whispered and he glanced at you. You tried your best to speak through your embarrassment. “Please, touch me.”

He smirked and pinched your nipple. A startled gasp resonated throughout the room and Jimin’s lips returned to your neck. “I’m already touching you, baby.”

“You know what I mean.” You whined and traced your arm up his side under his shirt to grip his muscular shoulder blades. Feeling your nails sink into Jimin’s back, his deep moan vibrated against your neck. He pulled his lips away and nearly ground his hips into you.

“I won’t know unless you tell me.” He pushed on while massaging your breast. Your neck felt hot, not only from embarrassment but also from kisses that Jimin was peppering you with. Your nails found his back again and you trailed them down.

“I want you to finger me,” you whispered and pressed your cheek against his. “Please?” You pleaded and Jimin let out a groan by how close and sweet your voice was. Jimin began kissing down your chest and stomach until he reached your blue panties. He glanced up at you to see if you were showing any signs of discomfort, but seeing your bottom lip pulled under your teeth and your cheeks flushed red, Jimin only wanted to bring you more pleasure. To have you wriggling in pleasure underneath him with your fingers trembling in his brown locks as you tried to hold on with your remaining strength while coming over and over again.

The thought aroused Jimin even more and he felt himself get harder in his basketball shorts. He slipped his fingers underneath your panties before pulling them down; a string of your juices attached to the center and Jimin had to suppress a groan from the erotic sight. You were already so wet for him and from what? Just some simple touching and kissing–he hadn’t even gotten to the real foreplay and you were already on edge. As he pulled your panties off your legs, your scent was already so thick and arousing and all Jimin wanted to do was devour you whole.

He pressed his thumb against your folds and spread them; a surprised yelp resonated throughout the room as cold air hit your sex. Jimin ran his tongue against his lips to wet them as he watched your glistening juices that lined your slit.

“Already so wet…” Jimin growled and kissed your entrance and ran his tongue smoothly over your slit. Suddenly chills and shivers ran all throughout your body and your back arched off the bed in an instinctive reaction. As you squeezed your eyes shut, you moaned out loud. “You taste so damn good.”

“F-Fuck…” you cursed as Jimin focused solely on your clit, licking it and sucking it as if it were for his own pleasure. It didn’t take much due to your extreme sensitivity to have your body trembling and twitching underneath Jimin. One hand gripped the bedsheets while the other laid on top of Jimin’s head and from time to time, when his tongue made you see white stars, you clenched his brown locks.

Jimin rubbed the pads of his index finger against your slick entrance, gathering your juices over his fingers before sliding his fingers inside. You tightened around him in surprise as he slowly delved into your hole. You felt the meat of his palm press against your clit and you knew Jimin’s fingers were completely inside of you. He pulled them out and you moaned through pressed lips.

“So fucking wet… Look at all your juices sticking to my fingers.” Jimin stared at the strings that clung to his fingers. He couldn’t even imagine how wet and tight you would feel around his dick if you were already like this with his fingers.

Jimin pushed his fingers into you again and repeated the action while rubbing all of the sensitive parts inside of you which you didn’t even know existed. Each time his fingers dipped into you, your body twitched in response as your mind went blank.

When you felt your climax approaching, your body stilled and your moans became quiet while our breathing became more erratic and rapid. You were just about to come, Jimin pulled his lips away and your body jerked.

“Oh god,” you sighed and gave Jimin a disapproving look. The boy simply smirked at your needy behavior, but you could tell by how hard he was gripping his crotch that he was in the same situation. You licked your lips at the sight of his muscular forearms bulging with force.

“Seems like you’re ready for me.” Jimin said as he wiggled his fingers inside of you. You let out a shuddering moan and your hand reached out to grab onto his wrist, attempting to push his hand out before you come right then and there. Jimin pulled his fingers out and you watched him suck the juices off them. That sight alone was erotic enough, but you pulled your eyes away as they dropped to the pitching tent inside of shorts. And that was way more enticing.

“Should I… suck you off?” The question came as surprise to both of you. To you, the unfamiliar use of language that you never thought would come out of your mouth and him, the very thought of you sucking him off now while his boner was so hard it was almost painful could have him coming the minute you put your hands on him.

“I thought this was all about you,” Jimin smirked. His hand returned to your inner thigh and he squeezed it slightly.

“I mean, yeah, but… I don’t wanna just leave you like that.” You pouted making Jimin smile with his rows of pearly whites.

“I appreciate the gesture, sweet cheeks, but this time it’s all about you.” Jimin said and the fact that he was implying that there would be multiple times to this occasion went completely over your head. Currently, your mind was occupied as you gawked at Jimin as he slipped his thumbs under his shorts and yanked them down. His hard, veiny cock sprang up and his hands immediately wrapped around it, gripping it from the pink tip to the base of his cock.

“There’s a condom in the drawer to your left,” Jimin hissed. His voice sounded stiff, as he was suppressing a moan. You managed to pull your eyes away from his cock and opened the drawer to see a box of condoms. Picking one out, you opened it and sat up, bringing yourself closer to his cock. Jimin grabbed our wrist and squeezed it.

“What are you doing?”

“Please, just let me do at least one thing.” You rolled your eyes. Jimin reluctantly pulled his hand away and you positioned the condom on the tip of his dick. Jimin’s breath hitched and when you rolled the condom down his length, he let out a loud groan and bucked his hips into your hands. Your eyes shot open at his sudden(yet very very erotic) gesture and you lifted your head to see Jimin squeezing his eyes while clenching his hands at his sides. His eyes fluttered open to meet your and you noticed that his breathing had turned into short pants.

“Okay, its on. T-Take your hands off.” Jimin stuttered and you promptly pulled your hands away from his throbbing cock. Keeping eye contact with Jimin, you sat back down on the bed and leaned back. Jimin hovered over you and pressed his hands into the bed beside your head while studying your face.

“I’m putting it in, okay?” He asked with raised eyebrows and you nodded in response. Jimin leaned back and dug his heels into the bed while he gripped the back of your knees and pushed them so his dick was lined up with your sopping wet pussy. That, as well as Jimin had the perfect view of his cock plunging into your slick hole.

Jimin lined the tip up to your hole and slipped it in. Your body tenses immediately when you felt the foreign object inside of you and Jimin’s eyes immediately flicked up to see if you were okay. You were clutching your hands together, but you kept your gaze on Jimin; so innocent yet so intense and piercing. You never looked away from him and kept your eyes on him, anticipating his every move.

Jimin slowly slid the rest of his length in and so you were filled with all of Jimin. Your grip on the bedsheets tightened; you could feel his thick shaft stretching you out. It definitely stung, but the pain was bearable. It left a tinging sensation in your stomach and the sparkling white stars began to make another appearance.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight.” Jimin hissed and sucked in his lower lip. Jimin’s grip tightened and loosened around your knees as he tried to not slam his hips into you with the risk of hurting you or him coming in just a few thrusts. I mean, you were just so fucking tight.

Jimin pulled out slightly and bucked his hips into and both of you moaned out loud from the pleasure that was shared between the two of you. Jimin leaned in and buried his face into your neck while peppering you with more kisses along your collarbone.

“I’m gonna move faster, okay?” Jimin growled and bucked his hips upward. His pace picked up almost instantly and soon he was continuously thrusting into you. When he pulled out of you, you couldn’t help but moan into Jimin’s ear and when he trust into you, so fucking deeply, you started seeing stars and white spots that made your mind go blank and literally took your breath away.

“H-Holy–Jimin, it feels s-so go-ah-good,” you said in between breaths and tried to speak under the vigorous thrusts. Hearing your moans so close to his ears sent chills down his spine. He couldn’t resist the guttural grunts that came from the pit of his throat. The way your wet, hot walls squeezed around him like a vice made it nearly impossible to hold back the pleasurable moans.

Even though Jimin was literally fucking you until you were breathless under him and you couldn’t form any thoughts, you couldn’t help but imagine what his dick would feel like in another position. Everyone said missionary was “best” for your first time, but god, you never thought sex would feel this good.

You pressed your hand on Jimin’s chest while you trailed the other hand trailed down your stomach until you reached your clit. You rubbed it, just slightly but the extra pleasure pulses through you and you clenched around Jimin. He slammed his his into you and groaned out loud. Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed and you could see the veins in his neck as he strained himself.

“Shhiittt, don’t do that. Don’t–don’t fucking squeeze me or else I’m gonna cum.” Jimin growled and pressed his forehead against yours. You pulled your lip under your teeth and closed your eyes, savoring the full feeling of Jimin’s cock twitching inside of you.

“I can’t help it, you feel so good.” You sighed back, allowing your body to go limp.

No, you feel good. Too good. Jimin thought when he opened his eyes again to see your glazed fucked over eyes. You were just a living contradicting. How could someone be so innocently charming yet such a sex vixen in bed?

Jimin sighed and ground his hips into you. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” He groaned and sat back up. His hands grabbed the back of your knees and began thrusting faster, his hips grinding waves of pleasure into you and brought you closer to your orgasm.

You wrapped your arms around Jimin’s neck and cling to him as heat began to pool in your stomach. You could feel your body twitching and convulsing around Jimin and the only way you weren’t coming right then and there was to dig your nails into his back.

“J-Jimin, I think I’m gonna cum. Fuck I-I’m gonna cum.” You gasped and Jimin’s hand immediately trailed down your stomach to your clit and he began rubbing small circles over it. Part of it was to bring your orgasm closer but also because he knew that you would clench around him that would make him cum. And you did. Your tight pussy squeezed him and Jimin felt his balls tighten as his orgasm approached.

“Shit,” Jimin growled and continued rubbing your clit while watching you squirm under him. Suddenly, your entire body tensed up and your head flew backwards as a long, shuddering moan echoed in the room. Both of your hands scratched up Jimin’s chest and back; your pussy pulsed around Jimin and he tried his best not to close his eyes because you were just a sight to behold. Your body was shivering and your mouth was slack with no words coming out, but your eyebrows were knit so deeply as you focused on coming.

Jimin bit his lip and slammed his hips into you as he came inside you, white strings of cum spilling inside the condom. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as his small grunts vibrated against your neck. Jimin stayed inside of you until he got soft before sitting back up and slipped out of you. He pulled the condom out slowly and when you felt it pop out, you moaned. Jimin tied the condom before tossing it in the trash can beside his bed.

You sat up, or attempted to with your body still shuddering. Jimin’s hand came to grab your arm and help you sit up.

“Stay here, I’ll grab some water.” Jimin said and grabbed his shorts from the floor before slipping them back on. You listened to Jimin’s footsteps down the hall and into the kitchen. You laughed softly, slowly getting off the bed to find your panties. You shimmied back into them, legs still sore from all the fucking and by Jimin gripping your legs so hard. You glanced back to see if the back of your knees were bruised and sure enough there were red marks that stained your skin. You frowned just as Jimin walked back in.

“I think I might skip school tomorrow because of you.” You said wincing and jumping back on the edge of the bed. Jimin chuckled as he handed you an ice cold water bottle. You both drank the water but Jimin pulled away first.

“So how was your first time?” Jimin asked suddenly and you nearly did a spit-take. You felt water drip onto your shirt and you wiped your chin frantically.

“W-What?” You stammered as your eyes bulged out of their sockets. “What are you talking about?”

Jimin scoffed. “Please, I’ve been with enough girls to know when it’s their first time or not,” Jimin said with a smirk that made you blush in embarrassment. “So? How was it?”

You paused to take a sip of your drink, bringing the water bottle to your lips. “It was… amazing.” You blushed and hid your visually red cheeks behind the water bottle as you drank it. Jimin grinned widely and set the water bottle down on his desk.

“That’s good,” he said and flopped onto his desk chair. “So why did you ask me?”

“Well… I just didn’t want to seem like a prude for the rest of my life. I’m in fucking college and I haven’t gone past french kissing,” you sighed and covered your face in embarrassment. “I’m sorry you had to be at the end of my needy desperation.” You apologized and peeked at Jimin through your fingers.

Jimin smiled warmly. “No, I don’t think you’re desperate. It’s cute, honestly. I’ve never had a girl just straight up ask me to have sex with her.” Jimin chuckled. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Really?” You gawked. Jimin frowned at you while narrowing his eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He snapped but the smirk on his lips made his playful tone noticeable.

“I mean, come on, you have girls flocking around you all the time. I would expect at least someone to ask you to have sex.”

Jimin pondered about it, trying to remember if a girl had ever asked him. Then, he frowned and shook his head. “No, never.”

You nodded blankly, still trying to take in the fact that you were the first girl to ask Jimin to have sex with them. Watching your amusing behavior, Jimin couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Well, if you ever want to do this again, you have my number,” Jimin said and stood up. He walked over to you and brushed your hair behind your ears. Feeling his light touch as well as staring into his soft gaze, you felt your heart clench. “I don’t know about you, but I would like for this to be a regular thing.” He smirked. You gulped and pulled your gaze away.

“Yeah, I would… I would like that too.”

gold-whitestuds  asked:

and also how old were you when you realised you were queer? cause im 16 and everyone says im too young to know whether or not im bi?

i was kinda young when i realized i was very attracted to girls
and 16 is not too young to know your sexuality

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Colin Farrell’s filmography (minus two early films because they are impossible to find)

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Norm Lewis, Renee Elise Goldsberry, Rosario Dawson and Oscar Isaac at the Open Rehearsal of the ‘Shakespeare in the Park’ Production of 'The Two Gentlemen of Verona’ at Delacorte Theatre in New York City (August 18, 2005)

extreme kabe don should be in the olympics

why trevor collins is a cryptid
  • looks attractive always even when covered in smarties dust
  • probably lives on coffee
  • has his hair ever moved????? who knows
  • sweet AND smart tf
  • looks too much like ben feldman, a fellow cryptid
  • tweets such as this one

in conclusion: trevor collins is a cryptid and should not be trusted

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seducing your crush like

here’s to wlw who don’t feel 100% comfortable with their identity:

to those who feel like they are “faking” it, to those who can’t figure out what attraction feels like, to those too nervous to label themselves out loud, to those who feel too old or too young to be questioning, to those sorting out internalized homophobia, to those unsure of their gender identity, to all of you,

i love you. you’re valid. everything will be ok.

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Harry Potter fancasts

Weasley Family (Ron/Ginny)