#he was bisexual and boy did i get to hear all about his dilemmas of whether he should settle down with a man or a woman

[justinefrischmanngf]

i have so much information about this random man’s sex life now because people in their late 20s LOVE telling me too much about their lives and i love listening to people be insane

[shadedrose01]

Truth or Dare (Yes, I Double Dare You)

Ships: Parkner (Harley Keener/Peter Parker), mentioned Thompsborn (Harry Osborn/Flash Thompson)

Summary: Peter play Truth or Dare with his friends.

Tags: Febufluff, Day 8, I dare you to kiss me, Truth or Dare, Party Games, Birthday Party, They play truth or dare y'all, Peter has a crush on Harley, Harley likes him back, Thompsborn is in this too, Bisexual Peter Parker, Gay Harley Keener, Dare, Calling your crush, admitting feelings, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Kissing, Cute, Fluff, a lot of swearing, I dont know why i made them swear so much, im sorry lol, Bad French, Poor translated french, I Tried

Day eight of Febufluff: "I dare you to... kiss me"!

--

"Hmm, I dare you to speak in a French accent for the next three rounds." Flash grins over his cup, swirling the drink in front of his mouth before taking a sip, watching the smile drop off of his boyfriend's face, an incredulous expression replacing it.

"Seriously?!?"

"Yes, seriously! And that wasn't in an accent!"

"Oui, oui, baguette." Harry deadpans, looking so entirely done with Flash's bullshit, the entire room erupting into laughter as said boy sits up, shoving his boyfriend's shoulder hard.

"No halfassed bullshit, dickwad. The real deal."

"Fine, you want the real deal?" Harry sits up straight, and Peter starts giggling like a mad man from the other side of the room, leaning against the wall to watch the scene unfold, knowing exactly what is about to happen. Harry clears his throat, holds a dramatic pause for a few seconds, before- "Tu veux un accent francaise, tu vas recevoir un accent francaise."

"Oh my god, I forgot he spoke French!" Flash moans, slowly slipping down the wall in shame.

"Oh la la, ma chérie, qu'est ce que tu as fais, eh?" Harry grins, smug, cheeky, knowing he's won this hand as his boyfriend sinks even lower, his head almost level with the ground, his face red.

"And why is it so hot?!?"

"Okay, okay, enough." Ned laughs, sitting chris cross apple sauce beside Peter, the party hat sat on the top of his head beginning to sag.

It was Ned's 17th birthday, and instead of throwing a big party full of alcohol and loud music like most people in their classes did, he decided to have a smaller party, a sleepover full of board games, video games and now party games, with his closest friends, with their friend group. So here they all were, packing into Ned's smaller sized room, Flash and Harry practically conjoined at the hip sitting against the wall, Peter and Ned sitting on top of his bed on the other side of the room, and MJ and Harley leaning against said bed, sat on the floor, playing what would hopefully be a quick game of Truth or Dare. Hopefully.

Peter had never liked this game. There was always too much risk for him in this game, of being asked to reveal one of his many secrets, or of being asked to embarrass himself for laughs. He gets the appeal of it, the adrenaline rush, the amusement of watching your friends do something stupid, it's a fun game to watch, but that doesn't mean he likes playing it. He hadnt even called on yet though, and he was hoping to keep it that way.

He shouldn't have jinxed it.

As if his thoughts manifested into reality, Harry turns to stare at him with a unknown, horrifying glint in his eyes. Oh no, this is definitely not going to end well. "Action ou Vérité?"

Peter sighs, looking up to the ceiling as he mumbles "Dare.", assuming that's what Harry asked. If he's going to go down, he may as well go down in style.

Harry's grin widens, and Peter is already regretting his decision. "Je te défie de telephoner ton béguin."

Peter blinks at him in confusion, before MJ translates, "He's daring you to call your crush."

"What?!?" Peter sputters, Harry cackling at  his flushing face while Harley speaks up for the first time in a while, his ('beautiful, gorgeous, fuck-') face turned towards MJ, scrunched up in thought.

"You know French? Since when?"

MJ just shrugs, face impartial, the only sign of her shyness being her pushing a stray hair behind her ear. "Since I got bored one day and learned it."

Harley just nods, like that makes sense, all while Peter is internal freaking the fuck out. Normally, this type of thing wouldn't be an issue. Sure, your friends will find out who your crush is, and tease you about it, and it'll be embarassing and whatever, but that's not the problem. Oh no no no no no, that would be too easy for Peter Parker. No, the problem with this question for Peter is that his crush is in the damn room, sitting directly in front of him leaning against the bed, an easy smile tilting up his thin pink lips, showing off his adorable dimples as he scans the room again with those big, stunning ocean blue eyes, hair coiffed back just right, messy, but just neat enough to be perfect, one stray blond curl falling in front of his eyes and fuck, fuck, frick fuck.

What is he going to do?!? He can't exactly call Harley when he's right in front of him, but he can't exactly say that he won't do it either, he wont be that guy. And now everybody is staring at it, expectant, waiting, shit, shit, shit-

Ned's eyes are the only ones that are sympathetic, because he knows, he knows who Peter likes and why this is such a big deal. Harley is one of Peter's best friends, they've been friends for years, and Peter is closer to Harley than he is to anybody else, he cant just throw it all away because of a game, can he? Harley definitely doesnt like him back, so if he does call him, it'll only end badly, but theres this tiny, tiny, traitorous part of him that wants to fo it, wants to tell him, if only to get it out in the open. But he cant ruin their friendship like that, he cant, but- but- oh god, oh no-

"Come on, Parker, we don't have all day." Flash complains innocently, not knowing of Peter's internal dilemma as he throws a stray piece of popcorn at him, Peter catching it subconsciously and throwing it into his mouth, just to try and get a few more seconds of peace before all hell breaks loose, before he destroys his closest friendship with his stupid ass feelings, goddamn it-

"Yeah, Pete, come on, dont keep us on the end of our seats." Harley teases, placing his head onto the blankets and looking back at him upside down, his hair surrounding his head like a halo, making him look even more angelic that he normally does, and god, why him, why? "Who's caught your eye, hm?"

Peter takes a deep, long, shaky breath, trying to prepare himself for the worst (and failing), taking his phone out of his pocket and scrolling down to Harleys contract, the black letters and two heart emojis on either side staring back at him mockingly. He hovers his thumb over the call button, noting how much its trembling, before he gulps and presses it, placing the phone to his ear, squeezing his eyes shut like a coward, unable to watch, knowing that Harleys expression was going shift, was going to turn from soft and warm, friendly, to hard and angry, to hatred and disgust and-

ACDC blares out into the room, the noise very obviously Harley's ringtone, and Peter grits his teeth, biting his tongue hard, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Wha-" Harley sounds so confused, so so confused, and Peter's squeezes his eyes shut tighter, holding back the burning tears that are threatening to spill. "Peter, why are you- wait..." He stops, pauses, and Peter digs his nails into his palm, squeezing his phone until he hears it start to crack. "...really?"

His voice is shaky, and god, Peter made him upset, he is probably so hurt, so confused, so disgusted, god stupid, you're so stupid, why would you do that, why didnt you just not do it, why why why-

He nods once, slowly, swallowing down a sob before whispering out "I'm sorry," into the now eerily silent room, his friends seemingly shocked into silence. He doesnt even want to know what they're thinking, what expressions are on their faces-

Theres another pause, another moment before he hears somebody shifting, Harley standing up, he's leaving, he's leaving- Good job, Parker, now you're forcing him to leave, you made him feel so uncomfortable that he's leaving, good fricken job, god, what is wrong with you-

A hand rubs his cheek gently, so so gently, spurring him out of his head as it brushes away a tear that had broken free, before another hand joins it on his other cheek, cradling his face. Peter blinks opens his eyes, shocked to see that its Harleys hands on his face, and that its Harley sat right in front of his face, with a wide smile and glowing eyes, face bright. "You mean it? You really mean it?"

Peter just nods again, so, so confused but also filling with a spark of hope, of joy as Harley's smile grows even more, filling his face before he launches into Peter's arms, hugging him tightly. "Oh thank god," he breathes into Peter's shoulder, and Peter is so lost, what is happening- "I thought you  were gonna call someone else, and I was gonna have to act all happy and like it didn't bother me when it totally would have and-"

"Wait, wait," Peter finally puts together the pieces, and pulls away to stare at Harley with wide eyes, the beginning of a smile twitching at his lips. "You like me back?"

"Yeah?" Harley cheeks grow a rosey hue, and he looks away bashfully. "I thought it was obvious."

Peter shakes his head wildly, eyes still wide, this cant be happening, he likes me back, he likes me- "No, no it wasn't, it really really wasn't-"

"So, what I'm hearing," MJ cuts in, tone blunt as always, but with hints of warm amusement softening the usual edge, "is that you two are oblivious idiots."

They both laugh breathless, staring into each others eyes. "Apparently." Harley murmurs, his blue eyes swirling and flickering up and down, looking down at his lips before looking back up again.

Peter gets an idea, a cheesy, cheesy idea, and grins. "Hey, it's my turn now, right?" He asks to the group, never taking his eyes off of Harley.

"Yeeup!" Ned responds enthusiastically, seemingly thrilled to see his two best friends realizing their feelings for one another.

"Well," he leans forward a bit more, watching as Harleys pupil's grow bigger. "Truth or dare, Harls."

"Dare." He responds easily, quickly, seemingly getting more and more antsy by the second. Peter can't blame him, he feels the same way.

"I dare you to kiss me." Peter doesnt even finish his sentence before Harley's lips are pressed to his, his hands moving upwards and running through his hair, fingers grabbing lightly onto the strands as Peter grabs his hips lightly, pulling him closer, both of the boys grinning into the kiss. Peter can hear MJ gagging in the background, Harry exclaiming "gross!" like he doesnt kiss Flash every two seconds, and Ned squealing like a fangirl, but he ignores it all, just focusing on Harley, focusing on this moment, his heart swelling in his chest.

[lilyevansreyjakku]

Love and power

By lilyevansreyjakku

Part three !

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hope everyone likes it and I appreciate everyone comments and reblogs ,thanks everyone !

~~~~~~~~

To start from the beginning which is part one click here in the link👇

And for part two click the link below👇

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warning ; mention of slavery , fluff , little bit of smut and evil planing ! You have been warn !

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Also the story is long I don't know how much words I'm too lazy to count 😊😊.

Thanks my beautiful people ! Who have been in this adventure from the beginning so far from all my reylo fics I have done so far I like this 😊✌. I'll be posting by parts this story each month I want a to finally be able to finish a fic .i still working at the evermore reylo Victorian fic also .

@bellaren18 @lilia-ula @atchamberlin @glitzescape @grlie-girl @infinitelyblackrose @sushigirlali @nancylovesreylo @reylocalligraphy @michellestarswept @buffshipper8490 @bunilicious @winglessone @reyloisblessed @angelic-hellraiser @shaara-2 @lastmouseleft @xtaketwox @magicaldogs @cleverpudding @princeofdarkness15 @black-eyed-suzannah-q @bisexual-dilemmas @michellestarswept @thebadjediandthegoodsith @leofgyth @ohsnapcrackle @pandoraspocksao3 @reyloarmy @emrys-girlwithasaber @nite0wl29 @generaloftheneworder @reydarcy @empressdarkren @rakefiree @hotty-toddy-rebel-force @rebelrebelreylo @usethehorseluke . @antbee17 @unexpectedreylo . @constellationsinmytea @corariley @orkindofamazing @magicaldogs @practical-or-brave @kinlovecody

~~~~~~~~~~~

Love and power

@lilyevansreyjakuu

A Reylo au empress and Emperor of the desert

Ben slowly open his eyes as he woke greeting the rays of sun from jakku , he looked at rey who was sleeping peacefully next to him as the rays of sun touched her freckel tint skin . Ben loved so much Rey that he was afraid to lose her to any danger and especially any men within the palace . everyone in the palace whispered in surprise when he stayed for two nights with the empress which never had happened , many questions were asked that day he came back to the men's chambers. Ben was happy he has never felt anything like this before for anyone.

" enjoy your night alderaan ?" . Asked BB

" yes it was magical. " Ben had a smiled that nothing bad that happens today will get him mad or upset .

" will boy stop daydreaming you have lessons to learn ".

" lessons? What for ?"

" reading and writing boy ! So Please let's go before gets late ." Ben began to follow BB with a smiled that spread across his face he never had smiled before .

The empress had called him again that same day during the night when she had came back from her duties . ben asked carefully " we have a visitor today my empress ".

" please, call me rey when your with me alone , you can call me rey ".

" very well rey , we have a visitor in the palace? Who is it ?".

" he is a prince of yavin , I went there with my mother the late empress I've never seen so much green before , especially takodana I loved the forest so amazing " . Rey had food in her mouth Ben watched her carefully she had a good appetite .

" yes, The forest is indeed beautiful , I use to go into the forest back home ".

" In alderaan ? I was there few times with my brother at the meetings of the Royal had " Ben looked up at her , wait did she knew his parents? .

" did you know the queen and king ? "

"Yes , they were the most incredible people I've meet Leia was gentle but also a very strong and very protected of her people. but I never knew her son the prince of alderaan ."

" oh neither did I , as for Leia she was a good queen " . Rey saw Ben joyful mood fade into sadness she was told by phasma that ben was captured in aldaaran during the destruction of the kingdom she was sure he had lost his family during the attack . Rey put her hand on top of his .

" Ben ? "

"Yes ?"

" I'm sorry for speaking about alderaan I shouldn't spoke of it to begin ". Ben moved next her and kiseed her forehead .

" don't rey, I never thought I was going to meet you like this ".

" me neither I was so lonely , if only you knew the things had to witness the thing I went through with my mother ". Ben shh her by putting a finger on her lip .

"Your not alone ". Ben whispered to rey .

"Neither are you ". Rey planeted a kissed on his neck which made Ben gasp ; rey slowly laid on the elegant silk carpet pulling Ben with her , Rey ran her fingers through Ben's jet black locks and kissed him , their tounges moved with so much hunger Rey was under ben while he was on top of her he had his weight on both arms . he gently rubbed himself against rey which ment he wanted her like she wanted him .

Rey felt how Ben spread her walls it took her breath away . " so ...so big ". Rey grab Ben by his biceps , she felt how Ben went in and out from her which was the most incredible sensation . the pace was getting faster and faster she bit his shoulder lightly as Ben moan in pleasure. the only sound that filled the room was the sounds of their breaths and bodies slapping against each other . Rey had reached her climaxed moments later Ben followed her and came deep inside her walls rey moan in pleasure as his seed spreed inside of her .

" stay ". Rey whispered in Ben's ear , he shiver at the words .

They laid together naked only a silk sheet covered half of their bodies . Ben stare at rey as he ran his finger on her shoulder making circles .

"What ? " she asked softly , Ben smiled and kissed her again .

" you look beautiful against the moonlight ".

" I do ?"

"Yes ".

" tomorrow I'm going to a meeting , I think I may go to a campaign war ". Ben smiled fade , war , no ! Ben slowly sat up and turn to stare at her "war with whom ?"

"The sith they created an army call the first order". panic and anger flow through Ben .

" please, don't go it's too dangerous my love , I don't want to lose you ". Ben almost lost it but try to calm himself he didn't want to lose rey by the sith like his parents .

"You won't lose me Ben , I'm trained to fight and I have an army , Ben your shaking ? ."

"What if I go and fight ?" Ben change the conversation , Rey put her forehead against his "your place is here in the palace next to everyone and me . who am I going to come back to if your not here ." rey stare at Ben , he didn't smiled he was serious about everything rey could feel the tension she loved that her lover worried but she is the empress and it's her duty by the way she loved to fight.

" if I lose you , I'll die rey your the only person I have in my life no one else , promise you'll be back ! promise me? ."

"I promise when I go I'll be back to you Ben I promise , I'm not even gone and your making me promise ".

" I love you " whisper softly Ben

" I know ".

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Phasma was always stamping her staff every single time he did something wrong either at class , horse riding lessons or when he didn't behaved either .

" it's not only giving pleasure in bed boy ! is to use your head and behave like a decent young man from the palace ."Ben had it with that women she was a nightmare his hell didn't end there ,since the day that jade the prince of Yavin came to the palace he has done one only thing is to humiliated ben. the nerve that serpent had when he called Ben to his Royal chambers to clean all his jewelry and making him fix all his belongings properly put in its place .

" so you must Be Ben , right ?", Ben could feel jade staring at him , the good thing he was facing the opposite direction and doing something with his hands because he swear he felt like choking the prince in this moment.

" yes ", ben answer irritated .

" the alderaan slave ? ", Ben try to calm himself from not doing anything stupid .

" yes".

Jade smiled and winked at one of his servants "I'm so happy , the empress was so delighted to see me . she couldn't hide how happy she was to see me , she invited me to her royal chambers tonight ". Ben drop the beautiful jewelry to the carpet he picked it up fast . Ben felt humiliated by this , he could almost feelt his blood burning of anger , Jade smiled at his servant he had finally spread the poison .

"Everything all right Ben ? " smiled jade .

" I...uh I'm fine prince ". Ben could hear his teeth clench as he said it . Ben got up from the silk carpet and bow to jade , " may I be dismissed ? I need to go to music practice ", Ben held his head up looking at the young prince, Jade smiled with delight .

" of course you may be dismissed and go play your ....um instruments ." the fake smiled that jade gave to Ben which very well Ben can see.

Ben left the room almost running out of there. How could she ? Was he a thing she just can't throw him in the air like that ? No ! Ben will talk with rey , Yes ! he is a slave of the jakku palace but a human being that has feelings and not feelings for any one but for the empress . he walked all way to the hallway angry straight to the men's chambers when he stopped , he saw phasma and rose waiting for him . Rose is one of Rey's lady maid and faithful friend Ben liked rose but not kaydel Much .

" Ben , come " Ben followed both women inside the men's chambers next to his bed was a golden chest a beautiful golden chest it had red stones.

" And what's this ? " Ben asked curious and confused.

" this is a gift from the empress ", a gift from rey he opened it and there was elegant silk fabric and jewelry and golden coins . phasma stare at rose who rose smiled with excitement .

" the empress has made you this " . rose gave a black jewelry box which he opened slowly inside of it was a ring with a black diamond .

"the empress made it for you ". Rose explained excited as Ben try the ring on .

Rose whispered "the empress will wait for you, tonight ". Ben looked at rose suprise how was this ? didn't jade said rey wanted to see him tonight.

" there's more ". Phasma announced as she took Ben to his new chambers, his proper chambers. Ben threw himself in the bed of pillows he remembered when he was a young boy and played with his mother when she didn't go out for political meetings.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

" she what ?" Lor san tekka said while everyone was drinking tea and eating sweets . prince Poe looked at his father .

" now your sister has given that slave his own room his own bed chambers ? Unbelievable !".

"Well ,father she is the empress and if the young man made her happy so he deserves it , it's the law in the palace those who brings happenies to the empress shall be gifted ". His father didn't say anything he took a sip from his tea .

Poe smiled at his father and stare at the balcony the day looked beautiful to spent a day in the palace garden , his mind wonder off with kaydel .

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The empress had held a meeting with her counselors and pashas from jakku , with her was kaydel she had become a trusted and faithful right hand of the empress , captain kaydel while finn was a pasha and Leader of the military of jakku army .

" we must stop all cost our enemies especially the Sith ", The empress voice was elegant with so much force and spunk . rey won't let anyone take her kingdom she'll protect her people and friends . she wanted to be more stronger than her mother ever was .

" they took over lands and terrorized many kingdom . they have created an army call the first order ".

" alderaan was destroyed by the Sith; burn into flames they killed the Royal family ,it's believed the prince is alive but lost no one knows where he is ".

" than we shall look for him , I knew Queen Leia she was an amazing queen and also her husband the king . I never knew the prince at all , the late empress was going to wed me with the prince of alderaan to make an alliance with both kingdoms, but unfortunately she pass to better life ."

" the prince of Yavin has came for help , the first order has declare war against them ".

" if the empress decision are to have a war that so be it ".

" I don't like wars , but with the sith and this new army there's no talking nor peace treaty , so war is the only options in the table ".

" then it's decide my empress"

" I'll fight for my kingdom and people I'll not left my people get terrorize by the Sith army nor by them ".

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"How's everything kaydel ?" , Finn asked

" fine so far ".

"What? prince Poe ?"

" he is well ". Finn shook his head he wasn't asking that . " you know what I mean kaydel ".

" shh .. What ? You want me to get in trouble ? You know that is forrbidden ".

" come on its poe".

" Prince Poe besides I think he may get marry to a girl to a princess of some region ".

" yes , right , will that bride could be you ". Kaydel got mad and walked out of the room of meeting .

" those two seriously ". Finn said almost laughing.

Kaydel didn't want Poe to marry but it was tradition and duty as his title.

" it's never going to happen ". She whispered

" what is not going to happen ? ". Asked rey smiling.

" oh nothing my empress just thinking about the war and other stuff of the kingdom ."

" we will win kaydel ". Rey put a hand on kaydel shoulder.

The empress entered jades Royal chambers who stood up and bowed to the empress.

" empress rey ".

" jade "

" I'm blessed by your visit my empress"

"We need to talk it's argent ". Said rey With a serious tone .

" I see you had already fix and brought your belongings put in perfectly ."

"Yes, one of your men of the bed chambers the alderaan boy helped charming young man ".

Rey turn to see jade " oh he helped you ?"

"Yes , I see you grew very found of him ?".

"I don't need to give explanation about that jade ? ".

" Look rey you know I came for help and to see if I had , if we still could be more than friends? like we used to rey before the empress send me away " jade grab rey by the hand , he noticed that rey wasn't the same she didn't look at him with that excitement in her eyes full of passion when they used to take walks through the palace garden.

" jade , please we couldn't".

" why not ? The empress isn't between us anymore , or is it something or someone else that is making you act this way with me ?" Rey stare at jade and turn her head towards the balcony who saw Ben at the garden .

" I'm sorry jade ". The empress left the room leaving jade heart broken, he turn to the balcony and saw Ben jade gave him a cold stare .

" you piece of soild meat , you took everything but I'll make you pay ". He eyes were full of anger .

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Night had fallen when phasma sent Ben to the bathing rooms. Ben was bathed with the finest oils and soaps fit for a prince, Ben was dress in the the silk fabric that the empress had gifted him, elegant jewelry was but carefully on Ben dressed in the finest silk robes . phasma and BB -8 took him through the marbal hallway of the palace, Ben was excited to see rey again the doors open slowly but phasma grab him by the arm gently " remember Ben , be on your best behavior ."

"Don't worry I will ". Ben smiled wickedly at phasma who just took a deep breath .

Ben eneter slowly as the doors closed behind him . everything was silent candles were burning gently oils were burning it smiled amazing . where was rey ? maybe getting ready which she didn't need she was already beautiful to him . he looked at the door quickly from the other room which rey came through . the empress was dress in a silk night gown a see through gown Ben could see everything which made him hard to the core .

"Rey ". He whispered.

Rey had her women hood cover as well for her chest , rey had been thinking about Ben all day and the way to show him was by dancing for him , The empress offered her hand to Ben which he accepted it , she led him to the bed of pillows . instruments played a exotic dance behind the door, she moved her waist at the rythem of the music she looked like a goddess from the desert Ben followed how her body moved ,she moved her body like when they made love rey slowly walk towards Ben and slowly kneel in the floor and spread his tights , she looked at him and gave him a dangerous smiled.

" sweetheart your making me cum." He almost choke at the words coming from his mouth.

" I want you Ben ". She slither up caressing his chest kissing him and She straddles his thighs.

" leave " , she order her maids and everyone in the room , music kept playing outside the door while they both continue.

Rey kissed Ben she ran her bony fingers through his soft skin . she quickly took Ben's cloth off leaving him completely naked and settles on top of him , Ben closed his eyes losing himself in the moment of love and pleasure of his empress they made love all night .

" I'm not going to last ", Ben was breathless as he kept moving his waist faster into her .

" I want you inside of me !",Shaking and gasping as her walls clench around him , She can feel him swelling and stretching her from the inside; the way their bodies moved it was like they were dancing an exotic dance .

" Rey !" , whine Ben , he drag rey closer to him kissing her neck they stayed like this all night making love under the stars and moon of jakku .

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jade was brushing his hair when one of his servants came to his room .

" any news " he stood up from his chair as he walked towards DJ.

" her Highness is with the alderaan slave and brought music to her chambers " jade turn to face the mirror angry both his hands resting on top of each .

"Leave everyone except you DJ you stay ". When all the maids left the room leaving them alone .

" you know well I didn't come only for help but to win the empress heart but it so happen that the alderaan slave has become a danger and very dangerous indeed ". DJ pay close attention to the prince .

"And what do you have in mind my prince ".

" you very well know me do you?".

" yes and I also know that when something is in your way you eliminated ."

" yes, but I want to play with that alderaan slave I just love how he gets mad fast but I'll hurt him the way he has hurt me when I knew that he took rey from me ".

" let see when the alderaan slave beautiful face is slightly cut or disfigured, let see if the empress wants to see him again " . DJ just shook his head and stare at jade .

" she will see me again I'll be the favorite again not only the princess anymore but the empress favorite ".

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yes , there's trouble in the horizon for Ben this is going to get intense!😳😳😳😳 thanks everyone for reading ,comments,likes ,and reblogs ! 😘💜💜

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Like always my mean people out there I don't want drama no misunderstandings please if you don't like it keep scrolling down and no harassment nor mean messages.

Please do drama ✌💜please

[singtotheskiies]

The Relationship Between Jeremy Heere and Michael Mell as Told in the Music of “Be More Chill,” a Discussion:

in which: i just rant about these two nerds i really love. my opinion is just that; i’m just summarizing what i hear into proof for my belief. you don’t have to agree and that’s okay:)) let’s get started!!

two-player game (the greatest friendship anthem to ever exist, honestly):

+ they literally plan on going to the same college (“soon we’ll be together where they do/‘cause guys like us are cool in college”)

+ michael’s little giggle after “is it really true i’m your favorite person??” is THE single most infatuated sound i’ve heard in my entire life

+ and jeremy’s little awkward, quick “yeah” sounds kinda like a gangly teen trying to diffuse the tension of an awkward moment with their cru—oh wait ahahahahhaha

be more chill - part 1:

+ i’ve just always found it funny that the squip has to tell jeremy to say “i was dating A GIRL” during their little round. i mean, that’s pretty obvious. we’ve already established that jeremy is holding a girl’s shirt; you don’t need to tell brooke and chloe that it reminded you of a girl. of course it would. realistically, the girls would know of him just enough to know the basic sound of his name (jerry/jeremy, whatever) and the fact that he was ALWAYS. WITH. MICHAEL. suspicious? sure; throw in a little “girl” so no questions are asked.

more than survive (reprise)- part 2:

+ michael in the bathroom theme while the squip says “i tally every time you think about SEX, and that is how many push-ups you do.” the michael in the bathroom theme plays while he’s masturbating man like that’s pretty gay

+ a reggae theme plays while jeremy sings “still not gonna be the cool guy/but maybe not so left out.” it could be just a symbolic motif for his past life, but maybe he’s feeling a tinge of regret. and if u thought THIS is touching get ready for some m e g a regret in,,,,,

upgrade:

+ in the moment jeremy makes arguably the most important decision he will in the whole musical, his sung words “i already know what it’s like to be the loser/i should find out what it’s like to not be the loser” are the same tune as the opening bit of two player game. this is showing that he’s thinking back to his (very affectionate) times with michael. he’s facing a moral dilemma here; it’s evident in his voice. he wants to be cool, but is it worth the guilt of leaving his best friend behind?? he does feel extremely guilty, if momentarily, and this shows his genuine care for michael.

michael in the bathroom hOOOO BOY:

+ i mean, for starters, if you had no context whatsoever, this sounds exactly like some kind of breakup song.

+ literally refers to himself as “half of a pair” i mean

+ “ignoring all our history?” again, language typically used in a romantic relationship

+ he’s literally so sad he wishes he had never been born like idek but that’s some dEEP-SEATED feeling right there

the play (of course):

+ that little “MICHAEL!” is the most emOtioNally charged word ever,, jeremy sounds so proud and relieved and honestly in love

+ despite everything jeremy did to michael (ignored him completely, cut him out of his life, forced him into a panic attack at the halloween party), michael still. came. to. see. his. play. thAT’S LOVE K

+ while they’re both just being amazed at each other, all the background chaos stills and that’s just beautiful honestly

+ and, of course, michael is the only person jeremy can have at his side to save the day and if that doesn’t tell you something, nothing will

extra stuff:

+ in a good-quality bootleg of the original cast (it’s since been taken down, i believe, michael tries to hold jeremy’s hand when they’re in the payless shoe store)

+ in this video with will roland as the new broadway jeremy (link here bc i’m too lazy to put it in a word https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cWYNP8Ncrz4) at 2:03 and 2:52, jeremy leans in as if to kiss michael but quickly jerks away

and let’s not forget: the litERAL CREATORS OF THE MUSICAL affirmed that 1) michael is indeed pining after jeremy the entire musical (“pLaToNiC oR rOmAnTiC yOu dEciDe”) and 2) michael is very very very likely bisexual

and so, in conclusion: these boys are v much in love and my whole heart belongs to them forever and ever amen

[realmwrites]

Homework

[ read on ao3 ]

GerAme Week - Work and Play

Alfred flops against the table, his pencil falling from his hand to the floor. He groans theatrically. “Ludwig, help me study. I don’t understand any of this shit.”

Ludwig rubs his forehead with the palm of his hand and dips to pick it up. “You’re actually better than me at math. If you would just apply yourself you could help us both out and explain this better than Ms. Iliopoulos did in class.” He slides him his pencil.

“Man, it’s so fucking funny that you call her that instead of Ms. I, but it’s also probably why you’re her favorite.” He flicks the pencil back towards Ludwig.

“Alfred, focus.” He hisses, pushing the pencil back again. “I call her that because it’s her name, and I’m not going to study with you anymore if you keep being a nuisance. I want to get some sleep tonight.”

“I can keep you up in more exciting ways if you want.” He wiggles his eyebrows, spinning the pencil with a hand.

“Shut up.” He flushes. “Do your homework.”

“Ugh, fine. You’re no fun.” Alfred sits up and runs a hand through his hair.

His glasses fall crooked across his nose, and despite his best efforts to tame it, a shock of golden blond springs back up. It makes him look like a comic book character, square jaw, bright eyes and all, and Ludwig’s heart stutters in his chest. He shakes it off and forces his gaze back to his paper.

Alfred continues. “Can’t we take a break? We’ve been doing homework for hours and hours and hours. I’m going to die if I don’t stand up and kick something.”

“Don’t kick something.” He grumbles under his breath and scratches down the next equation.

“Can we at least take a quick walk? It’s good to stand up and do shit between assignments. We finished history already, so I think we deserve at least one break. Or maybe we can raid the fridge and eat something. Like those bread things your mom bought? I’m fucking hungry.”

He stares at the singular x2 on his paper, his irritation spiking as his concentration dwindles. Maybe Alfred is right. Maybe he does need a break, but he knows that if they pause, he’ll never finish at a reasonable hour.

“No,” he says.

“Jeez, okay, I’m going to take a break if you aren’t. Come find me if I don’t come back in an hour or two, or when you decide you want a break, too.”

“You better not be gone for more than fifteen minutes.”

“That’s barely long enough to take a shit.”

“God, Alfred, you’re disgusting.”

“Whatever, dude, you know you love me.”

“Just go take your break. I’m trying to be productive here.”

Alfred snorts and pushes out from the table. “Okay, okay, sorry, Mr. Straight As. I’m leaving.”

“Good.” Ludwig rolls his eyes, no real bite to his tone. “Oh, and by the way, if you eat all the snacks, I’ll throttle you.”

“Then maybe you better come with me.”

“Absolutely not.”

Alfred shrugs and saunters out of the room.

Ludwig gnaws at his lip, glancing at where he’d disappeared and back to his paper. Chips, chocolate, coke- it does sound awfully appealing, but he’d already said he wasn’t interested. Ludwig exhales in frustration, scribbling down the next step. Quadratic equations should be easy for him by now, but for some reason, his mind won’t let him factor. It’s only number twelve- less than half the assignment.

Alfred pops unbidden in his mind’s eye, grinning with all his perfect white teeth, and Ludwig throws down his pencil. He leans back in his chair and looks to the ceiling, praying to any higher power for his unhelpful problem to cease to exist. He’s stopped bothering with denial, but the more he accepts his hopeless dilemma, the more hopeless it seems to become. Alfred Jones is the most beautiful boy he’s ever met in his life, but it’s never changed the fact that he rarely focuses on his school work, eats all of Ludwig’s snacks and is, worst of all, unquestionably straight.

He erases number twelve. Five minus seven does not equal three.

By the time number twelve is completed, he's  surprised to have heard no shouting from the kitchen or exaggerated sounds of chocolate consumption. It seems that Alfred has genuinely decided to let him work in peace, and it’s almost disappointing.

He stares at number thirteen for all of five seconds before he starts towards the kitchen. Maybe Alfred is right. Maybe a few minutes of break won’t hurt after all.

When he pads onto the tiled floor, Alfred is nowhere to be found, but he’s clearly been present. New chocolate wrappers are crumpled in the trashcan, and someone’s left out a full cup of coke. He smiles despite himself. Alfred knew he’d come looking, but at least, he’d poured him a glass. He grabs it and sips, wandering towards the back door.

He pushes it open, and his eyes land on Alfred rocking back and forth in a chair on the porch. Alfred glances in his direction at the sound of the door, but he doesn’t greet him with anything more than a nod. Ludwig squints at his somber expression and walks towards him and the chocolates on his lap.

“Are you just sitting here and thinking?” Ludwig asks, reaching for a chocolate.

Alfred shrugs.

He sits in the rocking chair beside him and pops the chocolate in his mouth. Alfred stares off into the yard. Ludwig follows his gaze to the oak tree, its leaves swaying in the back and the birds chirping in its branches. The sun sends dappled shadows on the grass, and light filters onto Alfred’s face in oblong splashes. Serious doesn’t suit him, and Ludwig is quickly growing uncomfortable.

“Are you okay? Oh, and thank you for pouring me a drink.” He tries again. It’s odd to be the one initiating the conversation.

“Uh huh. Welcome.” Alfred nods, sliding the chocolates onto the table in front of them. “And I dunno. Sort of. I guess.”

“Did something bad happen?”

“No, but do you think I’m stupid?”

“What? No? You’re very smart. You only act ridiculous sometimes, but you’re smarter than me. I think school just might be difficult for you because it’s so monotonous. It’s boring for me, and I even like regimented predictability.”

“I’m not smarter than you, but thanks.” He stretches his arms above his head, rolling his ankles in little circles. “Sorry. I just got thinking, but hey, Lud, you know how you’re… gay?”

Ludwig’s heart stops for a dreadful second, his fingers going numb against his glass. Did Alfred know?

“Er, yeah. What… What about it?”

“I think I… Uh, I- How did you figure that out? This probably sounds really dumb, but how’d you know you weren’t into girls?”

“The same way you know you aren’t into men.” Ludwig shrugs, relieved to hear it’s this and not anything regarding his feelings towards Alfred. “I’m not attracted to them. I think some girls are cute. Eliza is beautiful, but it’s more of an observation than anything else.”

“But I don’t know that.”

“Of course-” Ludwig stops, his eyebrows raising. His heart flutters in his throat as hidden hopes and locked dreams rattle in their cages. He forces them down. It doesn’t mean a thing when this likely has nothing to do with him at all.

“No, I don’t know that I’m just into girls. Like I don’t know. It’s not like I want to bang when I see a good- a hot guy? But I don’t know. Does it count if it’s just one person? Being bisexual?”

He feels like he’s dying.

“It’s your identity, but what do you mean? Is this recent?”

“No. It’s- fuck, it’s, I don’t know, it’s been like this for a while now. I didn’t say anything because it was weird? Not that being… gay is weird. But it was- I don't really fucking know. I think this guy is really… hot I guess? But it's not just that. I thought for a while that maybe I just wanted to look like him or some shit, but it's like a crush? Like butterflies in your stomach whenever he smiles. I want to-” Alfred groans. “I don't know. What the fuck is happening to me?”

His throat constricts. The sun is too warm on his skin, and Alfred's blue eyes burn like sunspots through his heart. It could be him, but why when they knew so many better looking, kinder, more talented people? Why when it could be Kiku with his soft smile and witty jokes? Feliciano with his boundless energy and magnetic creativity? Ivan with his cooling presence and sharp tongue? Francis with his flamboyant confidence and effortless beauty? Too many better choices, too many easier friends. Besides, why would Alfred tell him anything if it was him?

“It sounds like a crush.” He barely registers his own voice. “Do you know if he's interested in men? Do you want to pursue him?”

“Yeah, he's not straight, and yeah, I think- No, yeah, I want to really fucking badly. I'm just scared it would ruin our friendship because I really care about him, and- I don't know, Lud. I'm so fucking confused. What would you do?”

Suppress all emotion and die, he thinks. “Is he open to dating?”

“I think so?”

Ludwig wants to take Alfred's hands in his own and look him straight in the eyes. He wants to tell him he's wanted to kiss him since freshman year, that he's never stopped wanting. He swallows down every sticky, choking feeling crawling up his throat. But he still feels sick to his stomach.

“You should ask him about his love life. If he seems open, it’s always better to tell them the truth. You can get it off your chest and move on, and if not, you can pursue it.”

“Okay.” Alfred's eyes bore into his soul. “You're single, right?”

“Yes.” And he will be until Alfred Jones exits his life.

He doesn't know which is worse: Alfred staying his closest friend and dating someone else or Alfred leaving his life forever. Both are too painful to consider.

Ludwig frowns. “This isn't relevant though.”

“Why not? Are you open to dating right now?”

Yes and no. Yes if your name is Alfred. No if you’re anyone else.

“Alfred, can we not talk about my love life?”

“Lud-”

“Who is it anyways? And why are you only telling me now?” Ludwig's heart thumps wildly in his chest, his words dropping like anvil strikes on hot iron. He can't stop. “I thought we were best friends.”

“I haven't-” His face crumples, hurt writing itself across his features. “And yeah, we are best friends! I only told Kiku, but that's because I didn't want to mess anything up with you.”

Ludwig bites his lip hard. “You told Kiku before me.”

It makes sense. Kiku is the better listener. Kiku is the better friend. Kiku gives better advice, and Kiku isn't disgustingly horrible with anything emotional.

“Lud, no, it's not like that-”

“Then what is it like? How come-”

Alfred stands from his chair and in a heartbeat, his lips are pressed against his. Ludwig's mind runs blank.

Alfred's lips are burning, his breath puffing against his mouth and his hands balled up in his shirt. Ludwig leans forward, craning his neck to meet him and slinging his arms around his neck. He tastes like coca cola and chocolate. His fingers thread through the soft locks of Alfred's hair, and he tugs him closer.

“Lud-” Alfred yelps, but before Ludwig can process what's occurring, Alfred tumbles into his lap.

He blushes bright red, his hands gripping the back of Alfred's shirt and Alfred's knee between his legs. They’re chest to chest, and Alfred is just a breath away.

“I'm sorry-” Ludwig starts.

But Alfred laughs and slides his knee up beside his other until he's kneeling on the chair between his legs. He cups his face with his hands, his careful fingers brushing against his cheekbones, and Ludwig inhales sharply.

“Wait, so do you like me, or do you just usually kiss back people who kiss you out of instinct or some shit?” His face is flushed a healthy pink, and he's grinning wide. He looks like a vision, and Ludwig's heart is threatening to beat out of his chest.

“I like you.” He admits.

“Good because you were the guy I was talking about, and it's why I didn't tell you sooner, and also, do you know how distracting you are when I'm trying to do my math homework, and you're here chewing on your lip with that cute little crease between your eyebrows, and how much it makes me want to kiss you?”

Ludwig gapes, his thoughts scrambled in an incoherent mess.

“Is this bad? Should I get off?”

“No, it's good.” He quickly amends. He runs his hands through Alfred's hair with reverent awe. He traces down his neck to his shoulders, marveling at his warmth and his weight against him, and Alfred shivers beneath his touch. He bites his lip. “It's good.”

And it is, and Alfred is staring at him like he's announced he's a real live superhero, or he's promised him a trip to the moon. He's warm and real and bright, his eyes sparkling behind his dark frames and his hair fluttering in the breeze across his face. Alfred smiles, their noses brushing for an instant, and Ludwig's stomach does somersaults in his middle.

“See. When you do that it makes me want to kiss you and never think about math again.”

“You can. Kiss me, I mean, if you want. Actually-” Ludwig sets his hands on his glasses and slides them off. Alfred blinks, and without them, his eyes go almost bluer. He’s beautiful, but he always is.

Ludwig sets them on the table to their front and smiles. “Okay. Now you can if you want.”

“Whatever you want, Lud.”

Alfred cups his jaw in his hands and kisses him tenderly. He sighs against his mouth, his thumb running along his cheeks and his chest pressed against his front. It feels like fairy dust soaking into his skin, burning at his lips and his skin and his chest wherever Alfred touches. His hands slip to his waist, and he squeezes his hips gently, the contact tingling like stars beneath his grip. It feels like stardust and promises fulfilled beneath the full moon, inexplicable joy washing over him like lapping waves on the seashore.

Alfred breaks away, his cheeks flushed and his hands settled in his hair. He laughs and turns until he's sitting in his lap.

“Can we do this more often?”

Ludwig grins, wrapping his arms around his middle and tucking his chin above his shoulder. “Only if you promise to teach me how to do that damn assignment.”

“Good. And now that we're dating, we can have more fun breaks than just stuffing our faces with junk food.”

“We're dating?”

Alfred reaches back, his hand finding Ludwig's cheek. “If you want.”

“We're dating.” He agrees.

Alfred laughs.

[shark-myths]

the mania singles

traveling through time

breaking news in Pete Wentz’s incredibly recursive, self-referential relationship with himself:

THE MANIA SINGLES ARE EXPLICITLY LINKED TO SPECIFIC BAND ERAS

CRYSTAL BALLS ALWAYS CLOUDY EXCEPT WHEN THEY LOOK INTO THE PAST AND CALLING YOU FROM THE FUTURE: the themes are laid out for us to infer that this album is a jumble, a retrospective, an out-of-order examination of the same thing from different times, angles, and selves

Is Mania is peterick retrospective album????? uh, probably

……let me explain……

The order of release is, I think, significant, so let’s proceed accordingly. Pete’s metaphors have always layered up and referenced back on themselves, with scraps from his 2005 lj appearing as recently as in AB/AP lyrics. so let’s do some tinhat digging…

 Young and Menace – as made obvious by the title/chorus of the track, this is about being young and out of control. Sure, Pete might feel that way now to some extent, but this is one of the most settled and clearly happy periods of his life that we’ve ever witnessed. it’s safe to assume from readings of their discography that he felt significantly more monstrous (ah, to be a young bisexual! is there a keener #monster feel that exists) in the past.

lyrical markers to prompt us to backdate this track:

I only wrote this down to make you press rewind

Britney Spears 2000 lyrics reference

I woke up in my shoes again links us to the line in grand theft autumn from 2003 my new fashion for waking up with pants on

probable era of reference for this track: 2001-2003

 Champion – once again, this track makes more sense if we place it at a time in his life when Pete and his bandmates were struggling with personal demons as well as the fickle abuse of public perception. its theme fits much better with prehiatus content from the boys’ lives, and the song opens with a prompt of exactly that:

I’m calling you from the future (to let you know we made a mistake --> and if you don’t think this ties in p e r f e c t l y to Tryst Theory we are living very different lives my friend)

there’s a fog in the past

I’m just young enough to still believe specifically, like y&m did, brings up youth as a theme; and they do seem to know what to believe in, now, personally. To me, this line is evocative of Believers Never Die and seems to place the song in that era; the lyrical content certainly addresses hiatus themes and the extremely rough time most of the boys had surviving it. (even andy told an interviewer he thought about suicide during the hiatus, and we all know how pete immolated)

specific references to pete’s rage and trying to blow out the light, like he’s trying to extinguish something in himself because of the pain it causes, and the way Patrick has always been linked up with light metaphors in pete’s writing

I got nothing but dreams inside conflicts directly with the TLOTRO lyric I’m here with having dreams. I mean we do have the omnipresent dialectic dilemma of bisexuality, and I am dicks-and-hearts-out for bi!Pete readings, but I think this specific contradiction is here to remind us, again, that these songs are dated for different eras. being full of dreams maps on really well to you are the dreamers, we are the dream; I dreamed about the afterlife but I never really lived; I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive, now I only waste it dreaming of you.

(I think there are lots of good indicators that we can read these dreams as being pete’s dreams of being with Patrick, and I should probably write a whole post about that at some point)

probable era of reference for this track: 2005-2009ish

 The Last of the Real Ones – this song, I think, is the only one anchored in the present day. (also can we talk about interviews where pete teases this song before its release and calls it their first real/only real love song????? augh)

I really specifically want to look at this bit: I’m here at the beginning of the end, oh the end of infinity with you—anyone who read my last meta post  knows how I feel about the infinity = gay love content of fob’s discography—I’m done with having dreams, the thing that I believe, oh you drain all the fear from me.

listen I think we have ample ground to read that line, I’m done with having dreams, and especially the fearlessness, to mean that pete’s not just dreaming of Patrick anymore—either as a message that he’s ready to start now, or perhaps evidence that active trysting ™ has resumed (and check out the y&m elvis duran interview if you want to imagine a version of pete who had to get so drunk on sake at a sushi place that he created an excuse for him and Patrick, sharing a hotel room in nyc, to MAKE SOME EXPENSIVE MISTAKES)

the thing that anchors this most firmly in present day for me is the idea of finding true gold, finally being fearless, and understanding the worth that can be uncovered under golden plating. it took pete a lot of years and suffering to get to the point where he could appreciate that truth about himself and the people around him. this is such a love song. this is such an insane peterick love song. oh my god, you guys.

openly talking about his therapist and mental health is also more reminiscent of the modern canon, although it did appear occasionally in folie era

probable era of reference: present day

 I’m seeing them play tonight in St Louis—hit me up if you are too!—and after I hear the new song I will update this with my thoughts on it. no spoilers yet—I want the first time I hear it to be live and in person with the people I love most in the world, because that is an experience that will probably never be replicated for me and wouldn’t have been possible without the album delay. thanks guys 💜 💜 💜 💜 💜

**to be continued**

[chairlosophy]

☆ ;^)

my idiot boys

anyway ryouji somehow ascended to Person of the Year in genta’s books and I’m sure the people don’t want to eat death due to the length of this sucker so I’ll put this one under a cut

(cw for asphyxiation mention (re: case 5), general trauma (re: ryouji dying a lot), mild deadblog spoilers and some disassociation mentions under the cut)

AFFECTION: ❤ ❤ ❤ ★ ★

RESPECT:   ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

FINAL RANKING: “I’m… aware it is your decision, and you said that you did not wish to depart without the others, but I wish you would have. At least that way, I wouldn’t have to worry about… mm… that is…

…er….

just… stay close, would you? If something more happened to you… I’m unsure if I could take it.”

anyway chorosonic hell is extensive, incredibly self indulgent and probably is best started at the beginning, which was. pre-pregame somehow. 

before the Incident that landed everybody here with no memories of their time at hope’s peak, genta and ryouji had started dating after ryouji no homo’d him and genta roasted him for unironic use of ‘no homo’ for several months in an event that cumulated when genta realized that the fact that he’d gotten so invested in poking ryouji for not saying no homo when he did something that could potentially be described as Home of Sexual was.. probably a bit telling. this further cumulated when they fell asleep on the train and ended up in some nowhere town near midnight. here they befriended a stray dog, got a shady motel room they blocked off all of the entrances to like idiots because they thought someone was going to break in, and kissed for like 0.4 seconds in an event that was secondhand embarrassing for everyone

anyway so then everyone died and they forgot each other in the revival into the simulator, but they were in separated so that didn’t really matter anyway. however, when the grapevine got around that someone named ryouji nomiya was killed, genta just kind of. felt an Actual Emotion at this and a sense of dread hit the pits of his gut which kind of made him go ??? what the fuck??? what the fu– 

he eventually just chalked up this Feeling to the fact that it likely played a part in spreading fear that lead to the Mutual Killings on both sides. gent kind of pushed the Vine Mysteries to the backburner for a while because there were Actual Pressing Issues ™ to attend to, like everybody dying.

anyway, skip ahead to genta dying, wherein local man crawls into the hotel with his broken ass body and dies in front of his dear friend. This caused him to wake up from the simulator with a fear that if he started speaking again, blood would begin pouring from his mouth the way it did when he tried to tell Yuka what happened… which kept him from opening his mouth at all. This, combined with his earrings missing (which… he essentially used to track if his body is HIS, or if he was copied again back when his bros were cloning him excessively) basically caused him to try and repress everything in favor of trying to find out who was in charge to demand answers. He then tried to kick open a sliding door and fell on his face.

Ryouji was the first one to find him like this, in the midst of his own state of trauma after an Incident following merge. Genta had ended up dropping his ID in the pod, and thus, for a little while, they sort of communicated through charades which caused ryouji to think genta was trying to come onto him and, eventually, Genta borrowing Ryouji’s ID and typing at him while they looked for Genta’s. They kind of struck up a weird friendship while mutually denying their own trauma somewhere in between a series of bullshit conversations wherein Ryouji suspected Genta of being the Mastermind due to his greek symbol name, and Genta finding Ryouji to be kind of a close minded guy because of his belief in the hedgehog’s dilemma, and the breaking of tension via a video sent to everyone on their keycards wherein chou ate a piece of wax fruit. 

Eventually after the initial suspicion of Genta is MM wore off, they started going at conspiracy theories on who it COULD be, and they mutually sussed chourara since they wouldn’t let anyone into the computer room, where important information was probably kept. This resulted in a weird thread wherein ryouji got accused of being bisexual by chourara after he sent a picture of a Cursed Ice Sculpture to genta, and got a concussion, chou opened up a wound in her leg, and bled everywhere, and sarara was… on the floor. This ordeal was shocking enough that Genta regained his ability to speak while he had a good old fashioned panic trying to fuss over both Chou and Ryouji while Adachi (who he was with at the time of being contacted) was Very Tired Indeed. Gent kind of helped him back to bed after that and they talked for a bit while they tried to assess ryouj was going to Die from that experience and grew closer.

somewhere in there ryouji made him an omelet and genta got fuckign hype because he’s a shitty cook and hadn’t had hot food in at least a week and in exchange genta gave him a haircut but fucked up but ryouji was cool with it because his hair is a fucking mess anyway 

Anyway, after that, the case 6 motive happened and Ryouji got carted off to the sim again, so Genta took this as Confirmation of the Conspiracy, had a weenie ass confrontation with Sarara wherein they just pushed each other and hurled insults and Sarara roasted him so bad he doubted his own humanity and started crying. Chou came in and took pity, let him Access the Computers and confirmed to him the identity of both masterminds. Anyway he kind of attributed that one to Ryouji but Ryouji was no longer there so he just ended up making excuses to pass by the parl sim room to check if he’d woken up yet. He kind of realized he missed talking to him there, since the only other person at the time he’d really struck up a friendship with was Adachi, and Adachi didn’t have the patience to spend CONSTANT time with him. it was approximately this point he realized he was attracted to ryouji in some convoluted way

Weeks passed, he reconciled his opinion on Akio and realized that in spite of him doing a Killing, Akio was a Good Guy who Cared. This isn’t Ryouji related but Akio and Adachi did indirectly keep him from going off on Ryouji after dat boi did a Killing on Tomoka. After that Genta kind of assessed his worldview so that rather than cracking down on people for acting out in a situation where they felt helpless to do anything else, to try and judge intention instead - a person can make mistakes and mean well. Well, that, and Ryouji was kind of traumatized after all that so he didn’t really have the heart to treat him coldly anyway after he got his ass kicked live in trial and died like 200 times

unfortunately ryouji was kind of freaked out by him anyway since, due to their History, one of ryouji’s deaths was him being fuckign slain by genta via knife so he started avoiding him after that. Somehow they had an encounter in the worst possible place, the kitchen, where there are knives. the whole Trauma thing caused ryouji to crack a little and they left the kitchen to try and distract ryouji a little from it.  it came out that they were both sort of passionate about films in different ways (genta with star wars, ryouji w/ film in general) and they were like !! about that and it was ALMOST casual but genta misstepped and caused ryouji to panic again

which…somehow ended with them vaguely discussing trauma Feelings ™ and leaned up against each other in silence

ryouji started living with genta in the deadblog library after that, at which point they started cuddling a lot more often y’know, because that’s what bros do and also the physical contact kind of helped ground ryouji and comforted the side of genta that needed a hug and made them both feel like Not Everybody Hated Them. after that Revisiting Trauma and Feelings ™ occurred slightly more in between like 3252356346 bullshit threads from then until endgame. 

eventually they found ryouji’s scrapbook and discovered they used to date but it didn’t fuss them all that much because somewhere in the midst of that hell they started half-dating again anyway. genta’s still not 100% certain if what ryouji feels for him isn’t just based on trauma or if he’s just using him or not, but for now, anything is fine really. even if he was just using him, him just being is enough for now

…phew ok that was a lot if anyone who isn’t azura is still alive i’ll be shocked

anyway, tl;dr, ryouji is incredibly precious to genta and although he probably wouldn’t say he’s in love with him quite yet, ryouji was probably the first person he feels actually listens to him. While yuka either wouldn’t take him seriously or was too compromised to discuss anything serious, and while adachi would hear and accept what he’d say but most of the time wouldn’t actually… listen… ryouji listened, accepted it all for what it was, and went on to try to be open minded about everything. Also, he makes him laugh, is passionate about what he enjoys and is taller than him, which are also important traits when you’re romancing genta apparently 

anyway this is getting ridiculous so we’ll cut this off here thanks for reading