#i just wanna be gay and wander aimlessly

[corinthian-og-begay-docrime]

God sometimes I hate being disabled.

Let me wander around Joanns without feeling like I’m gonna pass out.

Let me look at the crafting things without feeling like I just ran the mile.

FUCK.

[red-hibiscus]

BL characters I relate to most as a mentally ill gay trans man

Daisy from SCOY

Surprising no one, I, a trans person, relate to Daisy. They're outgoing and seemingly don't care about how people view them. They know they're visibly queer and they normally don't mind it (from what I see). But at the end of the day, society does affect them. They're hesitant to believe Touch genuinely cares and is attracted to them despite Touch being an absolute green flag who is very direct with his flirting. Even after, Daisy was worried about people would view their relationship with Touch and tried to become Day, a more masculine version of themself. Impossible of course and they broke down emotionally exhausted. I feel that so much because I also don't believe it when people, especially cis gay men, are attracted to me. I've caught myself trying to change my behavior to be more masculine (as I'm a bit on the nonbinary side of things). It's bad, but I know how Daisy feels.

Wang from 180 Degree Longtitude Passes Through Us

As a 26 year old trans gay immigrant in a country that doesn't want me, I have a shit ton of pent up anger that has been building up since I was a child. I've calmed down over the years, but I can still be stubborn and argumentative when it comes to politics and human rights. I'm also a linguistics major, thus an academic.

Wang is so much like myself and like a lot of people around me. Like me and Wang would be close friends irl I know it. We're young and stubborn. We're angry at the older conservative people around us, too much sometimes. So he lashes out. Many of his points are correct, but they're not hitting. Partially because the people he's talking to don't want to change, partially because he himself is stubborn. People like us yearn to be free, to be ourselves and to learn. Wang has a passion for the humanities like myself. Yet he knows society really only cares about STEM fields. I've compromised and am getting a master's in computational linguistics. Even though really I just wanna learn as much as I can about sociolinguistics.

Karl from Gaya Sa Pelikula

I haven't watched GSP in a hot minute, but I do remember feeling very seen.

So in the show Karl has his gay awakening, tries to internally and externally deny it, and eventually let himself be free to feel everything and be himself (at least in private).

Now I didn't have a gay awakening, but I guess you could say a trans awakening. In middle school I felt different, I suspected maybe some flavor of LGBT, but wasn't sure and I was too afraid to think about it too hard. Come high school I secretly wanted to join the LGBT club, but was afraid. Then I was essentially adopted into the LGBT club and dragged into the friend group during lunch because I was a loner like everyone else. At the time still "identified" as a cishet woman. As time went on people started to suspect. "Why are you in the club?", "why did you cut your hair", "why do you dress like that?", "your voice is low for a girl haha", etc. Much like Karl, I was not ready for any of that. I was still struggling to make sense of it all and come to terms with it myself. So I kept rejecting it and every time it hurt.

I kept rejecting it until I couldn't. Until someone I resonated with so much came out as trans and it clicked. My trans awakening was complete. I became able to be more myself, but only in private safe spaces. I wouldn't come out and live as a man until after high school and it was terrifying.

Adachi from Cherry Magic

I've only watched the jpn ver, but I'm sure that character remains the same.

I'm anxious and used to be quite shy. Now I'm just awkward. I'm really bad at seeing the good in myself cause I feel like I'm wandering around aimlessly in life. Not that impressive. So when people compliment me I think "haha they're just being nice" (refer back to me never believing people are actually attracted to me).

Adachi is the exact same. He has the same routine every day. Just going through the motions and not really thinking anything of himself. But then Kurosawa comes along and the ability to read minds. Adachi then realizes "wait, someone I respect so much actually loves me? And thinks I have a lot of good qualities? Makes me wanna cry." And me too Adachi. I'd be the same.

Jared from 7 Days Before Valentine

Jared, my precious baby, is described throughout the show as kind, but weird and different. We later learn that he has dyslexia, and honestly he seems to be somewhere on the autism spectrum. Even if he isn't, he has a behavioral difference people pick up on and then shun him for it.

I too was seen as kinda weird growing up. Maybe it was the autism, maybe it was the social anxiety. Probably both. And then of course there was the gnawing feeling that I was different than everyone else and it turns out it's because I'm trans.

So when Jared said that people didn't talk to him because he wasn't like other people it hit me so hard.

Myungha from Love For Love's Sake

The whole show is sad yet cathartic for me. Myungha is depressed yet spends his time comforting others. He has a hard time loving and receiving love. If you give him a fictional character who is very similar to him he will love them and see all the good, but he doesn't see it in himself. Relatable as hell.

I have an incredibly hard time being honest with my emotions and letting people love me and express attraction. Mostly in a romantic/sexual context. Dpdr is cockblocking me. So dating is hell, but I'm lonely and yearn to not be.

Probably if you put me in a situation like Myungha I'd also go "yep, that right there is my blorbo" and then not realize that all the things I like about the person and make me care about them are things I have.

Honorable mentions:

Both Akk and Ayan from The Eclipse

Nozue from Old Fashion Cupcake

Oh-Aew from I Told Sunset About You

Cher from A Boss and a Babe (I headcannon him as autistic)

Amber from DNA Says Love You

Uea from Bed Friend

Mitsuomi from Restart After Come Back Home

Jao from SCOY

Maybe I'll make another post for those later

[tangerineisms]

The night of September tenth, two thousand twenty two, I had a dream in which I was already dead, which is odd because I usually wake up in dreams right before I die.

My current life, the one in which I’ve shared this for you to read, was over- by some inconsequential means- and I wandered the afterlife aimlessly for either hours or days or years.

/ I went into my high school and found kindergarten classrooms

I went into the building I learned to play the violin in and found the risers I stood on in choir

And I knew I was being followed.

/ And in the afterlife, I met some friends- including my very much alive friend Patrick

He was teaching a class, rushing to get there, because I guess he wanted to be a teacher in life

I asked when he died and he laughed and said I should check the group chat more often

I saw my mom but she was nine years old

I saw students I’ve taught but they were sixteen.

/ I continued, and the thing following me continued.

/ It was one of those things that should scare you

But it didn’t

I watched out of my blurry periphery, this thing swallow someone whole

And yet I wasn’t afraid

Because in dreams your chest puffs out twice as it does in life, and you're three times as tall with muscles four times as big.

/ And anyway, I figured out at some point how to jump over time and space

I opened the back door that used to lead to my great grandmother’s vegetable garden and walked out onto the field I played softball on.

I was going to try to do stuff I didn’t get to do in life

Disney World was a priority

The thing following me caught up to my heels.

/ It was fleshy and big, bigger than I was, bigger than I am

Maybe as big as the car my mother drove when we got into that little accident on the way home, when everyone was fine

It was a bit gross, I’ll admit, but beautiful and important

In the way that insects and snakes and people are.

/ When you first see it, it’s scary

But you look again and it’s got eyes and hands and soft lines around a smile of crooked teeth.

/ “Anything you want?” it asked me, in a thousand people’s voices all ringing in my ear

I could only discern one, my eldest sibling

“New race? Religion? I could put you in a rich family.”

“I wanna be Black,” I said, after a moment

It gave me a look I could understand despite its inhuman face, a face that said “Duh, but what else?”

I think in its own life, the monster would be Black, too.

/ A crowd had formed around us

“Black, and gay, and trans,” I said, louder. I had used the voice I had when I was six before.

“Just the same all over again.”

/ My audience, my loved ones, my people, my soulmate among them, laughed and agreed.

“No other way to do it!”

/ And everyone counted down from five…

Good luck!

Four…

Have fun!

See you next time!

Three…

You be good now!

Be safe!

Two…

We’ll miss you!

Do your best!

One…

We love you!

/ And the monster swallowed me in a jaw that unhinged with the same audible click I feel in mine

I fell through its body and floated like a feather out of the sky into a hospital in Chicago where a woman was screaming

/ I knew immediately I was being reborn

I was in my mother’s womb

/ Pressure on all sides in the way that makes me happy because I’m neurodivergent and I love pressure stimulation even though I hate weighted blankets

I could feel my body being remade of the same stuff it already was

I felt fat build in my cheeks, my legs and arms, my belly and my back, I was a big baby

My mother before this one called big babies “juicy”.

/ Push!

Push!

Push!

/ My name was Jamie.

/ My mother owned a restaurant, I didn’t know my father

I was four years old, wandering about

I would see faces of people I knew in past lives

“I think I know you from somewhere,” they’d say, the faintest flicker of recognition in their eyes

The names I’d had before burning hot on their tongues

But I’d shrug, because I was four and not supposed to talk to strangers.

/ I really wanted to learn to read,

Because I had died before the last version of me could write The Wandering Girl and that’s a story the world can’t miss out on.

/ I watched cartoons

I ate spicy food and too many sweets

I believed in the boogeyman

I said things like “You’re not my best friend anymore”

The tooth fairy gave me whole dollar bills

I drove my mother up the wall with my foolishness

I put my hands on things I was specifically asked not to put my hands on

I lived as well as anyone could. I was happy.

/ …

I love you Jamie.

I love you, too.

Jamie by Evangeline DuBois

[woltourney]

ROUND 4 / SIDE A / POLL 2

Chuchu Chura (@spaceace144) v. Galvin Foixewesfv (@elizabethrobertajones)

Chuchu Chura:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Chuchu Chura (she/they)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Lalafell

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. PLD, WHM, RDM, DNC, and most importantly, FSH

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Adamantoise

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. This is Chuchu! She's a mute lala who became my reason for living when I started playing during covid. When I made her I want to make the least intimidating tank, so I made the smallest (yes she is min height), pinkest tank I could! She doesn't really have a lot of lore that I've come up with, but she's definitely lawful good, loves adventuring with her wolf pup, capybara, and Nigel her chocobo, and adores fishing.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. :^) *waves* *lalafell dances* *dotes* *giggles*

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. She's just brought me so much joy over the past few years and if someone else can get a little joy from seeing her in this tournament, then that's enough for me. Of course I hope she still does well! I've spent hours in gpose getting pictures of her to be my wallpapers, I've gotten commissions of her, I'm even trying to crochet an amigurumi of her. I just love her so much! Good luck, Chuchu!!!

Galvin Foixewesfv:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Galvin Foixewesfv

q. What is your WoL's species? a. viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Black Mage, Summoner, Reaper

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Goblin (have been in alliance roulette with other Galvins this is very important)

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. A forest prince, eighth child with seven sisters, Galvin felt spare and at odds with his family as he became fascinated with dark magic after early encounters with voidsent that left him confused about their true monstrous nature. As he grew up and realised he was a rare son and due a life as a roaming forest warder and trophy husband, he felt too nerdy and bad at climbing trees for one and too gay for the other. After less than a year training with the other men of the forest and sensing they were growing sick of his poor aim with a bow and weedy lance arm, he slipped away in the night, travelled by boat to Limsa, and devoted himself to learning the forbidden maths of true magic. Drawn by the calling of the Echo, he joined the Scions on a whim despite having been warned by his eldest sister he was extremely susceptible to falling prey to a cult some day, and it was with much relief he realised they were not evil so his next letter home would not be met with a furious rescue party of dozens of furious armed viera storming the Waking Sands. He then picked up thaumaturgy and found one of his true loves. The other was teasing Urianger from across the Waking Sands, and flustering the shy elezen. Somehow, this has turned into a loving and stable relationship, mostly because they make up each other's deficits in a perfect puzzle piece joining and not because they are much alike, book learning aside. Though clumsy, brash and frequently knocked down, his determination to not be anything he once dreaded about his fate and to carve his idiosyncratic path, his raw stubborness got him through every trial thrown at the WoL. Barely. The only rules: always take them on as black mage and never give in and take the easy path (ooc: hit the 'very easy' button the trial is begging me to do by take 8) His witchcraft and void lore honed, he stumbled into the art of the reaper, and formed a pact with the voidsent he had felt himself bound to since youth, a keening sad creature that aimlessly wandered and wailed; these cries having once pierced his heart, he found it easy to reach out and make the connection once more, and binding the voidsent to his purpose, it found direction and he found a combat art that he excelled at - provided you allow that it's really the voidsent doing all the work lifting that heavy scythe, and Galvin is merely casting the spells. Having surmounted the main story, he retired immediately to the island farm, and spends his time pulling turnips and lazing about, often with Urianger at his side, and it is important to say, for Galvin, achieving doing nothing at all is in itself the most incredible achievement for a lifelong avoider of - well, everything - who crawled and moaned and complained and fussed so hard to get there.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. I have never, ever won anything in my life, and I think I should be allowed just one. Please.

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. =:{)> moustache bnuuy

[justsomecookie]

I'm writing a story, but before I publish it I wanna see what you guys think, tell me how it looks please :3

TWs: Death, reanimation, identity issues, [I'm not good at listing TWs sorry]

Living Corpse

I Got Better.

Light. Darkness. Pain. Sleep. I'm trying to remember what just happened, but it's blurry right now. Where am I? I close my eyes again and try to recall the last thing I remember.

Car. I was sitting in the car, we were driving somewhere. I was messaging my boyfriend, or playing games I think. My mom was driving, but we didn't have anything to talk about.

I remember thinking about myself. Who I was. Do I remember who I am? Of course I do. I'm Alex. I'm 15 and happily taken, temporarily long distance. I'm genderfluid and gay, I have friends.

There was something else that I remember... A crash? Broken glass? It feels so blurry, I think... I think I’d rather not think about it right now.

I open my eyes again. Dim LED lights. White walls, maybe a bit dirty. 10 beds. I'm on one of them. People are on the others, covered with blankets like they're...

I wasn't always this pale.

3 years later

"Morning, mom," I greet. My mom's not a terrible person, she cares about her children a lot. She's also hurt us a lot, and I've tried forgiving her, but if she's not willing to accept she's done something wrong then I don't think I can.

"Good morning, Alex," she replied. "I didn't think I'd see you up again so early. It's not even 12 yet, haha."

"Well I actually went to bed on time, I slept like a... like a baby." What's wrong with me? It's been years, yet I still... 'I slept like a corpse.

I'm not 100% sure if I still need to eat, but I do anyways. Honestly, I'm scared of... myself. It'll be fine if I pretend everything's the same though, I don't even need to tell my friends.

I'll heat up some pizza rolls, counting by threes to make sure I have 12 on there, like it says to have on the package. Three, three, three, three.

I'm not sure how to describe it, but everything's off. As if it's dull, yet full flavor. All my senses are like that, and it doesn't make sense. I eat anyways.

I tug on my hoodie strings. Today's going to be one of those days I suppose. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with my life. I feel unable to move on, unable to continue.

I'm not going to dump it all on my boyfriend, I feel like my family wants to cover it up, and my friends don't need to know. And my... 'condition...' is so rare it's impossible to find anyone else to relate too.

All I can think of to do right now is watch my comfort Let's Player. His videos are different. They're not over the top, exaggerated, faked, and they're really comfortable. And he's showed me the best horror I've seen.

Like him, it's not over the top, not even "this scary monster is coming after you." It's a mod of a popular building game. It changes the things you build, it builds its own things, it sometimes shows up and scares you, but it doesn't rely on cheap jumpscares, it relies on driving you insane.

Sometimes, insanity is very difficult to imagine. Other times, I wonder how similiar it is to a 'normal' mind.

-----

As I lie awake at night, my thoughts wander aimlessly. I think about everything that's changed since then. I don't dream. I'm not sure if I need to eat or sleep, or if I even age. My hair is lighter but it's dyed anyways. I'm pale and cold. I have scars and markings from broken glass impaling my stomach, from my legs being crushed under a dislodged car seat. I can't feel pain down there but I can anywhere else.

Some nights, I'm so cold. I feel so alone. So empty. Nobody else, not a single soul, knows what it's like to live on the veil of life and death. Not quite dead, not quite living, but for sure I'm still existing.

Can I ever cross the barrier? To either side, I barely care anymore. Maybe I'll start poetry. What's good symbolism for death? I feel like a skull would be too on-the-nose, maybe a raven?

I drift off to sleep.

-----

The raven calls my name

The one I taught it to speak

Yet I don't respond

I'm far too weak

[the-iceni-bitch]

Sexytime?

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

Words: 2097

Summary: You and Jensen are stuck doing surveillance and Jake gets bored. Also, he tries some dirty talk for the first time!

Warnings: Fluff, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: This ended up being kind of precious, but I’m ok with that. I just love this giant nerd so much! Join my taglist here if you want! (Side note, I know that Brother Rapp comes after Sex Machine on the James Brown album but that would’ve been like 15 minutes of dancing I had to write)

“Oh my god, I’m so bored.”

You shot a glare at Jake as you set up the surveillance equipment. He had draped himself over the table in your loft dramatically as you did your work.

“We’ve been here for literally a half an hour. Are you going to whine the whole time?” You loved the guy but weren’t looking forward to spending the next 12 hours with his ass if he was going to be a little bitch the whole time. You bent down to test the camera angles as he sighed heavily.

“I can’t believe you don’t even have a TV. What are we going to do this whole time?”

“I dunno, maybe our jobs?” You were barely paying attention as you made adjustments to the scopes.

“Nah.” He jumped off the table and stretched. “You’ve gotta have something to do here. I’m gonna look around.”

You just shook your head at him as he started wandering around aimlessly, still fiddling with the equipment to make sure you were covering all the exits.

“Ooh, what’s up here?” He started to climb the ladder to the second level. This was his first time at your place, and he was curious. “Shit.”

You grinned to yourself as you settled back in your chair, eyes on the monitor. He must’ve found the weapons cache.

“Oho, is this a rocket launcher?!”

You gave a laugh as you glanced up at him. “Sure is, baby. Maybe put it down though, you’re pointing it at your face.”

“Oh, fuck. Whoops.” He placed the launcher down gingerly as he scoped the rest of the landing. “That’s it? A refrigerator, a bed, and a shit-ton of explosives?” He started to work his way back down the ladder. “Kinda boring. Oh, what’s this?”

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself as you considered what his new discovery might be.

“Look at this record collection!” He sounded stupid giddy. “Marvin Gay, Roxy Music, so much Led Zeppelin. Y/N, are you secretly cool?”

“I don’t think it’s a secret.” You teased back at him, smiling in spite of yourself.

“Oh, yesss!” You heard him start up the record player and all of a sudden James Brown was yelling over the speakers as the Sex Machine album started.

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Turn that down, do you want the mark to know we’re up here?”

“C’mon, you know you wanna dance with me.” He had one of those ridiculous grins on his face as he slid across the floor into your field of view, rolling his hips and shoulders to the music.

“We’re supposed to be surveilling, Jake.”

“You just spent 45 minutes setting up all that equipment, you’re telling me the cameras can’t take over for just a bit?”

You bit your lip as you watched him dancing around your kitchen like a goofball. God he was such a perfect idiot. “Fine, but you tell anyone about this and I’ll stab you.”

“Ooh, don’t tease me, sweetheart.”

You rose out of your chair to join him, gliding across the floor easily, leading with your hips as your feet slid along to the rhythm. Your upper body rolled smoothly to the music, following the motion set by your hips.

“Fuck, you’re a really good dancer.” Jensen was giving you an appreciative look as you kicked your feet in a signature James Brown style.

“You seem surprised, Jake.” You laughed lightly at him.

“I mean, I kinda am. No offense, but you’ve usually got a stick up your ass.”

“Ouch.” You placed a hand to your chest in a mock wounded gesture. “This is nothing though.”

“Really, you’ve got more moves up your sleeve?”

“Yeah, watch this.”

You winked at him before spinning fast and lowering yourself into a split, then rising up as you brought your legs back together. He broke out into hysterical laughter.

“Ok, fine. You’ve officially shocked me.”

“Ooh, I’m full of surprises honey.” You slid closer to him as the song shifted to ‘Bewildered’, pressing your body into his.

“What happened to doing our jobs?” He teased as you started kissing his neck.

“You got me all worked up now sweetheart.” You murmured against his throat.

“Oh, fuck. I hate to do this but…” He pointed at the monitor.

The mark was getting into a black SUV in the middle of a group of motorcycles, getting ready to head out.

“Shit!” You hissed, scrambling over to the radio to call it in to Aisha and the rest of the team. “they’re on the move!”

“Fuck, did you get a chance to tag their ride?” Aisha asked over the comms.

“Yeah, did that first thing.”

“Ok, keep an eye on us while we tail them.”

“You got it.”

“Sooo….” Jake murmured behind you. “Should we pick this up later, or….?”

You just waved a hand behind you to shush him as you went over everything with Aisha. He gave a heavy sigh and went to make himself a sandwich. Maybe you had some books laying around somewhere.

It was three hours later when you finally signed off the comms. You stood up and stretched out, wondering where your puppy had gotten to.

You found him passed out on the couch, glasses askew and a sandwich crust resting on his chest as he softly snored, your copy of ‘Dune’ laying open next to him on the couch. You shook your head as you returned the book to the shelf and tossed the rest of his sandwich in the trash. You slipped Miles Davis’ ‘Kind of Blue’ album onto the record player and crawled into his lap.

“Fuck.” He jolted awake when you started nibbling at his ear lobe. “What time is it?”

“It’s 8 PM, dumbass.” You whispered into his neck. “You slept through the whole op.”

“What?” He was still out of it. “What about the surveillance?”

“Well,” you murmured, slipping your hands under his Petunias tee and running your palms up his torso. “There was a firefight, and it seems the mark is no longer an issue.”

“Ok.” His brain was almost caught up now. “So, sexytime?”

You lifted his glasses off his nose and gave him a low chuckle as you set them on the coffee table. “Yeah, baby, sexytime.”

He gave you one of his stupid grins as he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, his hands kneading into your hips as he ground his growing erection into your mound. You drew his shirt over his head as you gyrated against him, moaning as your cunt clenched around nothing, a fresh rush of arousal soaking through your panties and leggings.

Jake ran his hands up your back and tugged the shoulders of your cami down over your arms until your tits were exposed. He nuzzled himself between your breasts, brushing his lips against your skin softly as you arched into his mouth.

He moved his mouth to your nipple and elicited a groan as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud, bringing up one hand to palm at the opposite breast.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whispered, screwing your eyes shut and bringing up a hand to the back of his head as you drove your hips into him, desperate for friction. “God, I need it.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He whispered against your chest. “You need my big fucking cock? You gonna take it like a good girl?”

You couldn’t help it, you laughed. Those words coming out of your sweet puppy were just too much and you broke down into a fit of giggles.

“Aww, c’mon.” He was pouting now. “I just wanted to try something new.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” You fell back on the couch, trying to catch your breath “You just caught me off guard. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

You scooted yourself down on the couch until you could dip your hands into his sweats, biting your lip as you drew out his cock, biting your lip as wrapped your hands around him.

“Mmm, I need this cock so bad. My pussy is so fucking wet for you.” You ran your thumb through the precum at his tip at the same time you shoved your hand down your panties, moaning as you drew your fingers through your sopping folds until you found your clit.

“Fuck, baby. Ok.” He tore off your panties and lined himself up. “Uh, you want this cock, you better ask me real nice. Is this ok?”

You grinned and nodded to him. “Please, Jake, fuck me with that massive dick?”

“Shit, don’t need to ask twice.” He muttered as he nudged his tip between your folds, slowly pressing into you. You let out a whine as he sheathed himself in you, digging your fingers into the couch cushions. “Yeah, you like that don’t you? Like feeling my big cock splitting you open. God, you’re so fucking tight. Look at this pussy gripping me so good.”

His hips were driving into you hard, his cock dragging against your g-spot with each thrust. You met each of his thrusts with your own, whining as he pounded into you. You brought your fingers down to your clit, drawing circles around it desperately before Jake wrenched your hand away.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I’m the only one who gets to make you cum tonight.” He licked his fingers before pressing them to your tiny bundle of nerves, making you scream.

“Fuck, Jake! Don’t stop!” You felt your pleasure gathering in the pit of your stomach as you writhed underneath him. “God, I’m cumming!”

“That’s right baby, cream all over my cock.”

The coil snapped and you wailed as every muscle in your abdomen knotted before releasing in quivering bliss. You felt your spend gushing over your thighs around Jake’s dick as you came down, his hips still plunging into you relentlessly.

“I’m gonna flip you over beautiful. I wanna watch this ass bounce while I make you scream.”

You whined when he pulled out, but then he flipped you over like it was nothing and drove back into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He slapped your ass hard before gripping one hip to draw you back into him over and over. He wrapped his other hand in your hair and wrenched your head back, making your eyes roll back into your head as he pounded into you.

“God, you’re fucking perfect. I swear this body was made for me.” He murmured as he picked up the pace even more, and you felt your pussy clench around him at his praise as you felt another orgasm starting to build. “You can cum again, pretty girl. I wanna feel this cunt strangle my cock.”

“Ffuuck.” You groaned as another orgasm ripped through you. You body rolling underneath Jake as aftershocks shook your core and left you breathless.

“Shit, gonna fill you up, baby. You ready to take all my cum, beautiful?”

“Yes, please.” You moaned against the couch cushions, still feeling the aftereffects of your previous orgasm.

He hissed through his teeth as you felt his cock twitch inside you, then his hot spend was coating your velvety walls, eliciting another groan from deep in your chest.

Jake stilled his hips and collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his body heat as you felt his cock softening. You hummed with pleasure as he buried his face in your hair.

“Was that ok, Y/N?” Your boy was so fucking considerate and sweet, he made your teeth hurt.

“That was more than ok, Jensen.” You mumbled against the couch cushions as he pulled out of you and started to roll you over.

“Yeah, I wasn’t too mean?”

“Jakey, baby, you weren’t mean at all. You’re still my sweet puppy.” You gave him a massive grin as you drew your face up to his and gave him a soft, slow kiss.

He gave you a grin of his own when you pulled away and started to lay back on the couch, cradling his head between your breasts.

“Good.” He muttered against your skin. “Cause I have some other things I was hoping to try.”

“Really baby? What else did you wanna try out?” You ran your fingers lightly over his spine as the two of you lay there, starting to doze off.

“Mmm, what do you think about roleplay?” You could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he started to fall asleep.

You just gave him a light laugh as you slipped into a daze yourself. “Ooh, that sounds like fun.”

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Moonrock dildo prompt: Geralt works in a geological museum and Jaskier is a visitor and is fascinated by the phallic moonrock on display and asks Geralt everything about it, but he is so bad at flirting (sorry, 💖💖💖💖)

Ellie, you darling soul, this fic really got out of hand. I hope you like it cuz honestly... I wanna write more. 

Please forgive my rock knowledge, it’s spotty at best. I did a ton of research though so be gentle.

Shout out to Ellie for the line “Jaskier was quite gay”

Warnings: phallic moon rocks, discussion of dildos, flirting

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The museum was quiet as Jaskier wandered through the large rooms, the only sound his footsteps echoing around him. No matter how many times he had suffered through donor tours because of his parent’s generosity, he didn’t think he would ever feel comfortable in an almost empty museum. The quiet was almost eerie and, although he knew there were security and other employees about, it always left him feeling incredibly lonely.

He was a social person, he liked company and talking and these museum walk throughs were never like that. He wouldn’t even get a docent who could tell him about the exhibits, he was just expected to wander aimlessly until he had to meet with whatever person was in charge of whatever thing his parents donated to this time.

Normally he could at least enjoy the paintings and sculptures as his parent’s favored art museums but this time, they had decided to put their money towards a small mineralogical and geological museum for… whatever reason, and he was bored. Sure, the rocks and minerals and stones and whatever else he was looking at, for he knew nothing of rocks and the like, were pretty but… they were rocks. And he was bored.

Thankfully though, it was a truly small museum and he was almost down to the last room, which was where he was to meet with the curator of the final collection, something to do with space rocks. Or maybe it was moon rocks. Truly, Jaskier didn’t know the difference and he wasn’t sure he really cared.

Humming absentmindedly to himself, Jaskier approached the archway leading into the last room of the museum. The first thing he noticed was how much larger the room was than all the other ones, even the ceiling was higher, and bearing a beautiful painting of the night sky. The second was how many more display cases there were here than in the other rooms.

Jaskier walked inside slowly, looking into the closest display cases eagerly, already more interested in this room than all those previous. He gazed into the first case, reading the card identifying the rock as a “Lunar Meteorite”. The rock was dark in color and filled with holes, rather plain really. Jaskier stood quietly, studying the rock. There was honestly nothing special about it, to him, other than the fact that it was from the moon, but if he hadn’t known that fact it certainly wasn’t something that would have drawn his eye.

Moving on, Jaskier directed his attention to a display case located in the center of the room. Walking up to it curiously, his brows drew together in confusion as he stared at the rock in front of him.

Jaskier tried to think of how to describe it other than phallic, but nothing came to mind. It looked like a dick. Looking at the description, he was surprised to see that it was recovered during a space mission. And there was also no mention of it’s rather surprising shape.

“Mr. Pankratz?” A deep voice inquired from behind him, shocking Jaskier. The voice echoed in the room, though not as loud as the squeak Jaskier let out as he spun around.

Standing in front of Jaskier was possibly the most beautiful man in existence. He was of a height with Jaskier, perhaps and inch or two taller. His brilliant white hair was pulled back into a low bun, showing off the undercut he was sporting. His jawline could cut marble, which looked to be what the rest of him was made of. The neat suit he was wearing accented the broad line of his shoulders and narrow taper of his waist.

Jaskier was quite gay, thank you very much, and being confronted with this absolute Adonis of a man was rather overwhelming.

“Uh… yes. Well, no. I mean, I am who you are looking for but please don’t call me Mr. Pankratz. Jaskier, if you don’t mind.”

The man grunted.

“Right… and should I assume you’re Dr. Rivia?” Jaskier asked as it became apparent.

“Yes.”

For as much as the man was most certainly handsome, he seemed equally unwilling to talk. Jaskier held out a hand, “Nice to meet you.” As the large, warm hand clasped him, Jaskier shivered involuntarily, thinking about better places that hand could be grabbing.

“Okay so you’re the curator, right? This is your exhibit?” Jaskier gestured vaguely at the impressive collection around him.

“I am. Have you gotten to look around, much?”  Dr. Rivia’s reply was short and brusque.

Jaskier hummed thoughtfully, glancing back at the case behind him, “Not in here, no. I was just looking at this one actually.”

Dr. Rivia hummed thoughtfully, looking at the case, “And do you like it?”

Did he… like it? Well, he was rather fond of dick. “I… don’t know. I actually have a lot of questions about it.”

“I’d be happy to answer any questions you have.”

Any questions he had… should he go for it? Eh, might as well, Jaskier decided, hoping the conversation wouldn’t get back to his parents. “Well… for starters, is there a reason it’s shaped like a dick?”

“According to the team that returned from the moon with it, that’s the shape it was found in.”

“So it naturally formed in the shape of a dick?” Jaskier couldn’t help but feel skeptical.

“That is what we are led to believe, yes.”

That wasn’t a particularly confident response, “And you believe it?”

The man hesitated before answering, “There is some documentation missing that would normally be filled out upon finding a specimen but we have no reason to believe it is anything other than organically formed.” Jaskier didn’t know Dr. Rivia but he would argue the look on his face screamed doubt.

“So you don’t believe it.”

Dr. Rivia did not respond.

Jaskier turned back to the case, looking at the rock again. His curiosity was peaked. Why would someone make it look like a dick? For the fun of it? As a joke? A dare? To be used?

“So… hypothetically speaking, would a rock like this be safe if used as a dildo?”

Dr. Rivia seemed startled by the question, “I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“But is it safe?”

Dr. Rivia’s brows furrowed, “In it’s current state? No.”

Well that probably ruled out it being used, “But it could be safe?”

“If someone wanted to turn a piece of anorthosite into a dildo then there would be ways to do so, yes.”

“That’s what kind of rock this is?”

“Yes. And it’s very rough, I wouldn’t recommend putting it anywhere in your body.”

“So… if there are moon dildos, is there moon lube to?”

“There aren’t moon dildos.” Jaskier laughed at the obvious exasperation present in the man’s voice.

“Well, maybe you can show me around the rest of the exhibit? To be honest, I know nothing about rocks and the rest of the museum has been rather boring. Maybe you could liven things up.” Jaskier stepped forward, giving the attractive man his best bedroom eyes.

Something flashed in the man’s eyes as the roamed over Jaskier’s body, settling on his lips. Jaskier bit his bottom lip, batting his eye lashes.

“Follow me. And call me Geralt.”

The man, Geralt, spun around, striding to a door labeled “Employees Only” and Jaskier hurried to follow, hoping there was a bathroom or a closet somewhere back there they could put to good use.

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Rocking Out Just For The Dead

Pairing: Frank Iero x Male!Reader

Genre: Romance, Drama

Summary: Requested by @kpopchangedmylifesstuff. You’re playing Download Festival 2007 with your band, Paramore. My Chemical Romance are headlining the festival. After your set, Frank invites you onto his tour bus, for a friendly battle of Guitar Hero 2. But, when the hanging out turns into something more, your bandmate, Josh Farro, threatens to destroy whatever you and Frank have. 

You found yourself in Donington, England, playing your band’s brand new single, “Misery Business.” Okay - technically, Paramore wasn’t your band. You’d had no part in composing their new album, which would be dropping at the end of the week. But, their rhythm guitarist, Hunter, had recently quit, to go get married. Your longtime friend, Hayley, had called you up, and asked you to fill in for him, and you had jumped at the chance. 

You had done this once before. Paramore’s bassist, Jeremy, had randomly quit in 2005 - right before the start of Warped Tour. You weren’t sure what had caused him to leave, but you played bass and guitar equally well, so Hayley had asked you to join her and the Farro brothers on tour. You had the time of your life that summer. You had been eighteen then, and had felt more than a little star-struck, when you met people in “bigger” bands. 

Now twenty, you thought yourself older and wiser.  You were determined to be a professional this time around. No petty fights with your bandmates. No acting like a fanboy around the guys playing the Main Stage. Download Festival - the final stop on their Europe tour - was going to go off without a hitch, dammit!

Jeremy, now back in the band, stood to the left of you on the stage. Josh, the guitarist, was on your right. You tried your best to keep your guitar playing in sync with them, as Hayley belted out the final chorus:

Whoa, I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now.

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now.

But God does it feel so good,

'Cause I got him where I want him now.

And if you could then you know you would.

'Cause God it just feels so...

It just feels so good…

Zach played the final drum beat, bringing the song to a close. The crowd cheered. You took Hayley’s hand, and took a bow. She grinned at you, before addressing the crowd.

“THANK YOU, DONINGTON!” she bellowed into the mic. “YOU’VE BEEN AN AMAZING CROWD! GOOD NIGHT!” 

“It’s not really ‘night’ yet, you know,” you laughed, as you and the rest of the band walked off the stage. The sun hadn’t even set yet. 

“Yeah, I know,” Hayley sighed. “They put us on this super early time slot.” 

“Because nobody knows who we are,” Josh pointed out. 

“Yeah, the headliners get the later time slots, because they’re more famous,” Jeremy nodded. 

“Well, I think the crowd loved us,” Zach smiled optimistically. 

“He’s right,” you agreed. “Hal, I think you really killed it out there!”

“Thanks,” your friend smiled, brushing her sweat-soaked orange hair out of her eyes. “I really appreciate you coming on this tour with us, Y/N. I know it was really short notice.” 

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” you smiled back. 

“I thought your guitar playing was great tonight, man,” Jeremy complimented you. “A perfect grand finale.” 

“Thanks, dude,” you beamed, as you grabbed a water bottle. These summer shows were way too humid. 

“I don’t know about that,” Josh mumbled, as he wiped his face with a towel. 

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” you frowned, setting your water bottle down. 

“I thought your timing was off during ‘Emergency’,” Josh said critically. 

“Oh….I’m sorry,” you frowned. “I tried to keep up with you…..”

“You should’ve tried harder,” Josh snapped, walking away from you, back towards the bus. 

Wow, you blinked. What’s his deal? 

The elder Farro brother had been needlessly rude to you, since the tour began. You honestly had no idea what you had done to get under his skin. But, you knew better, than to pick a fight with him. Zach was his brother, and Hayley was his girlfriend. You were just an outsider - a temporary, touring member of the band. 

“Are you coming back to the bus with us, dude?” Zach asked, snapping you out of the thoughts you had gotten lost in. 

“.....Nah,” you shook your head. “I think I’m gonna, um, walk around for a bit.” 

“Oh,” Hayley frowned. “Okay. See you later, Y/N.” 

You were pretty sure that she hadn’t heard what Josh had said. You saw no reason to tell her. It would just be starting drama. 

She seemed oblivious to a lot of the tension between you and Josh. He was always on his best behavior, when he knew she was paying attention. But, if it came down to it, you doubted she would side with her guy friend, over her boyfriend. 

It doesn’t even matter, you told yourself. This is the last show of the tour. On Monday, I’ll be heading home to Nashville. He won’t be my problem anymore.

You began wandering aimlessly around the festival grounds, with no real destination in mind. 

‘Hey!” a voice called out to you. 

You looked up, and saw a face you recognized - Frank Iero. 

You had met him on Warped Tour, two years ago. His band, My Chemical Romance, had been headliners, playing the main stage. Tonight, they were headlining this festival, too. His band had gotten even more famous after the release of The Black Parade.

“Hey!” you greeted. 

“Remember me?” Frank grinned. “I know it’s been a while.” 

“How could I forget?” you chuckled. Your heart had been racing the first time you met him backstage, but he had just shook hands with you, like the difference between your bands, was no big deal. You’d had to remind yourself that you were there to play a gig, not ask for an autograph. 

 “How have you been, Frank?”, you asked, trying to play it cool. 

“I’ve been good, Y/N,” Frank smiled. “How about you?”

Oh my god, you gulped. He remembers my name. 

“I-I’ve been great,” you stammered, hoping he couldn’t tell you were blushing. 

“I watched your set earlier,” Frank said cheerfully. “You were really good, dude.” 

“I-I was?!” you gasped. “You don’t think I was playing too slow, or….?”

“Huh?” Frank blinked, confused. “No, you were amazing, bro.  Your whole band was.” 

Ha, you thought. Suck it, Josh. 

“Thank you,” you said politely. “I’m probably going to go check out your band’s set, later, too.” 

“We’ve still got a couple hours before we go onstage,” Frank shrugged. “Since your band already played, you’re free for the rest of the day, right?” 

“Um, yeah,” you nodded, willing yourself to stop thinking gay thoughts about his new haircut. How did he get even better-looking after Revenge era? This is not even fair. 

“We have a PlayStation on our bus,” Frank revealed. “I was wondering if you’d like to play some video games with Mikey and I, for a little while?”

“Oh, sure!” you accepted his offer, trying not to sound too eager. You remembered playing a Donkey Kong bongos game with Mikey a couple years back. You’d lost pretty quickly, and he’d gone to find Zach, hoping that the drummer of the group would give him more of a challenge. You were determined to look less lame this time.  

You followed Frank to My Chemical Romance’s tour bus. He opened the door for you, and you followed him in. Mikey sat on the couch, holding a game controller. 

“Hey, Mikey,” Frank greeted. “You remember Y/N, right? From Paramore?” 

“Oh, hi, Y/N,” Mikey smiled. “Long time, no see, man!” 

“No kidding,” you laughed. “How have you been, dude?” 

“Pretty good,” Mikey replied. “The new record’s doing pretty well.” 

This was perhaps the understatement of the year. The Black Parade had sold more copies in its first week, than Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, had sold in two years. You weren’t sure if your own band would ever have that level of success. 

“I bought a copy,” you confessed. “The day it came out.”

“Aw, thanks, bro, we appreciate the support,” Mikey smiled, sounding shockingly humble. 

“When’s the new Paramore record coming out?’ Frank asked. 

“June 12th,” you replied. 

“Oh, wow, so in four days,” Frank realized. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “But, um, I didn’t help compose it.” You were just a touring member - not a full part of the band, as he was in his. 

“I’m still gonna buy it,” Frank shrugged. 

“Thanks,” you said awkwardly.

“So,” Mikey cleared his throat, “you’re gonna play Guitar Hero 2 with us, right, Y/N?” 

“He just finished playing half an hour of guitar onstage,” Frank laughed. “You think he wants to play more?”

“I don’t mind sharpening my skills some more,” you shrugged. 

“Whoa, you’re dedicated,” Mikey said, impressed. 

Nah, you thought. I just wanna prove that Josh is wrong about my playing being shitty. 

“Here,” Frank said, handing you the guitar-shaped controller. He pulled up the game menu, with the full list of songs. “We can do any track you want.” 

“You’re going to play against me, in two-player mode?” you realized. 

“Yeah,” Frank smirked. “What’s the matter? You scared of a little challenge?” 

“No way,” you smiled slyly. “I bet I can take you.” 

“Oh, wanna bet?” Frank raised an eyebrow. “Name the song. I’ll show you what I’ve got.” 

“How about this one?” you decided, making a selection on the screen. 

“Um, Y/N…..” Mikey’s eyes widened. “That’s ‘Dead’.” 

“So what?” you smirked. 

“So, that’s our song,” Mikey pointed out.

“I know what it is,” you said certainly. 

“Wait, Y/N, are you serious?” Frank stared, mouth open in shock. “Of all the songs in the game, you want to challenge me with that one? The one I fucking wrote?” 

“What’s the matter?” you asked, staring boldly into his hazel eyes. “You scared I’ll beat you at your own game?” 

“As if,” Frank snorted. “I’ll tell you what, Y/N. If you can actually play ‘Dead’, better than the guy who plays it for a living, I’ll give you one of my fuckin’ guitars.” 

“Seriously?” Mikey gaped. “You’d give one of those away?” 

“He’s not gonna win, dude,” Frank said, with an air of certainty. 

“You wanna bet?” you challenged. 

“Okay, it’s a bet,” Frank decided. 

“If I lose, you can have my guitar,” you wagered. Unlike him, you only had one. But, the tour was over, you considered. It wasn’t like you were going to need it again in the immediate future. 

“It’s a deal,” Frank nodded, extending his hand to you. You shook on it. 

“Well, this is going to be interesting,” Mikey said warily, as he handed Frank the second controller. 

“What level do you want to play on?” Frank asked. 

“Expert, of course,” you grinned. “We’re professionals.” 

“Alright,” Frank grinned. “Just don’t come crying to me when you lose.” 

“You’ll be the one crying when you have to give up your guitar, Iero,” you bantered, feeling cocky. You played Guitar Hero with Jeremy and Josh all the time, and you never lost. It always seemed to drive Josh fucking crazy. 

He hit START, and an animated guitarist in a top hat waddled onto the screen. You heard Gerard’s vocals begin the song with a scream. 

And if your heart stops beating

I'll be here wondering

Did you get what you deserve?

The ending of your life

And if you get to heaven

I'll be here waiting, babe

Did you get what you deserve?

You focused on the fret buttons on your controller. Your Rock Meter started at yellow, but the dial quickly went up to green. You didn’t miss any notes, but, of course, neither did Frank. 

And if your life won’t wait, then your heart can’t take this….

You glanced at Frank. He waggled his eyes at you suggestively. You reddened. If he was trying to throw you off your game, he was succeeding. You told yourself sternly to focus. Then, the chorus kicked in. 

Have you heard the news that you're dead?

No one ever had much nice to say

I think they never liked you anyway

Oh, take me from the hospital bed

Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned

And wouldn't it be great if we were dead?

“Fuck!” you swore. You’d forgotten how fast this part was. Frank’s fingers were, of course, dancing over the “strings” with no problem. You knew you had to catch up to him. 

You noticed your Star Power meter was almost full, so you waited for just the right moment. 

Tongue-tied and, oh, so squeamish

You never fell in love

Did you get what you deserve?

The ending of your life

And if you get to heaven

I'll be here waiting, babe

Did you get what you deserve?

Just before the second chorus kicked in, you titled the neck of your guitar upwards, activating your Star Power. This meant you would get a quadruple bonus for whatever points you earned. You gave it your all on the chorus, and watched your score go up and up. 

“Whoa!” Frank gasped, seemingly thrown off. To your surprise, he missed a note. 

“Oh, man,” Mikey groaned, from his spectator spot on the couch. 

It was still a pretty close match, when you got to the bridge. But, by the time you got to the outro, Frank seemed to be sweating. As Gerard’s prerecorded voice sang his final “la-la-la”s, the outcome became certain to you. 

If life ain’t just a joke, then, why am I dead?

Oh, dead!

PLAYER ONE WINS!, read the screen, in bright, flashing letters. You realized, panting, that you were player one. 

“I….I did it?” you gasped. 

“Holy shit,” Frank gasped, dropping his controller in shock. “He actually won.” 

He sank down onto the couch, like he couldn’t believe it. 

“Are you….mad?” you frowned, wondering if you should have talked less trash. 

“No, that was amazing!” Frank praised you. “I wasn’t expecting that at all.” 

Despite your bravado, you hadn’t really been expecting to win, either. Whatever confidence you’d lost when Josh critiqued you, had been regained tenfold. Mikey gave you a slow clap. 

“Well, a bet’s a bet,” Frank said finally, standing up, and walking to the other end of the bus. 

“Where are you going?” you blinked. 

“Getting this for you,” Frank smiled, handing you a gorgeous, white Epiphone guitar.

“Frank, you don’t have to….” you gasped. 

“No, I’m a man of my word,” Frank insisted. “I’ll even help you carry it back to your bus.” 

“You serious?” you asked, incredulous. 

“Hey, man, you earned it,” Frank shrugged. He put the guitar in its case, and then put the case on his back. “Let’s go.” 

“Thanks for hanging out with us, Y/N,” Mikey waved. “That showdown was pretty fun to watch.” 

“See ya, Mikey,” you waved back. “Thanks for having me.” 

You still couldn’t believe this had happened. They seemed so much cooler than you.

Frank was quiet at first, as you walked back to the Paramore bus. You felt awkward, unsure what to say to him. 

“So,” he asked, “do you think that your bandmates are gonna be impressed, when they see the guitar you won?” 

“I’m sure Hayley will,” you replied. “Josh….maybe not.”

“Why not?” Frank asked. “He’s the lead guitarist of your band. Wouldn’t that make him more impressed?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I feel like he’s never impressed with anything I do.” 

“What’s his beef with you?” Frank asked, looking annoyed on your behalf. 

“I’m not sure,” you confessed. “Maybe it’s because he’s super Christian.”

“And you’re…..not Christian?” Frank guessed. 

“And I’m gay,” you confessed. 

“.....Oh.” Frank stopped in his tracks for a minute, seemingly taken aback by this. 

Your face went red. Fuck. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that out loud. 

“Do you, umm…..do you mind that?” you asked nervously. 

“Pfft,” Frank scoffed. “Dude. You think I ‘mind’ gay guys? Have you missed the part, where I’ve spent half this tour, making out with Gerard, in front of thousands of people?” 

“Are you and Gerard…..together?” you asked uncertainly. 

“Oh, no,” Frank shook his head quickly. “I’m totally single.” 

Your heart began to beat more quickly, as you noticed he said I’m single - not I’m straight. Were you reading him wrong? You wondered if you had the balls to make a move. 

This is the last night of the tour, you told yourself. If I don’t say something right now, I won’t get another chance. 

“Frank….”, you said, taking a deep breath, and telling yourself to man up. “I, um, I think you’re really cute.” 

“Really?” Frank said, stepping closer to you. You felt the hot metal door of the bus against your back. “Y/N, I think you’re pretty cute, too.” 

“Y-you do?” you breathed, your cheeks going hot as he leaned in. Was this real life? Or had the June heat made you start hallucinating?

“I do,” Frank smirked. “How about you give me my guitar back, and I give you a kiss instead?”

“Sounds like we have a deal,” you purred, and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into a kiss hotter than the summer sun. He responded, eagerly, pressing you harder up against the door as his tongue found its way into your mouth. You moaned….

But, just then, you were launched violently forward, as the door swung open behind you. You and Frank hit the ground, as Josh came storming out of the bus. 

“You guys are disgusting!” he growled. 

“Dude, what’s your problem?!” Frank demanded, getting up, and brushing the dirt off his pants. He gave you his hand, and helped you up out of the grass. 

“My problem is the display of perversion, that you two are putting on, in front of God and everybody!” Josh cried. “Do you have to do that in front of my bus?!” 

“You think we’re perverts?” you gasped, shocked and hurt by his words. 

“All gay men are perverts,” Josh sneered. “What kind of image are you setting for the band? A lot of our fans are Christian. They won’t buy our new record, if they see you behaving like this, Y/N!” 

“Not every Christian is a homophobic piece of shit like you,” Frank snapped, putting himself between you and the irate guitarist. 

“What did you just call me, you nancy boy?!” Josh hissed, and threw a punch in Frank’s direction. 

Frank caught the punch in his hand. “I called you a piece of shit!” he repeated, before throwing a punch of his own. Unlike Josh’s, it connected, sending your homophobic bandmate down into the dirt. 

“You’re gonna pay for that, Iero!” Josh yelled, wiping the blood from his nose. He tried to get up, but never made it off the ground, as Frank kicked him in the ribs. 

“Frank, stop!” you cried. “That’s enough!” 

“No, it’s not!” Frank said angrily. “You said it yourself, right, Y/N? This guy has been being a dick to you all summer, just because of your sexuality! That’s bullshit!” 

He aimed another kick in Josh’s direction. You were surprised, how defensive Frank had become of you, despite knowing you for such a short time. 

“What the hell is going on here?!” cried a familiar voice. You turned, and saw Zach approaching the bus, with Hayley close behind him. 

“Hal and I leave for two seconds to go get snacks, and some asshole starts beating up my brother?!” Zach gasped. 

“Josh, oh my god, are you okay?” Hayley gasped, running over to check out her boyfriend’s nosebleed. 

“He’s not an asshole,” you explained. “Guys, this is Frank, from My Chemical Romance.” 

“I don’t care what band he’s from,” Zach said angrily. “Why is he kicking Josh?”  

“Because Josh called me a pervert,” you explained. 

“A pervert?” Hayley repeated. “Why would he say something like that?” 

“I said it, because this freak had his tongue down Y/N’s throat!” Josh explained. 

“Wait, what?” Hayley blinked. 

“We, um, yeah, we were kissing,” you admitted, embarrassed. 

“You, um…..you like to kiss guys?” Zach asked awkwardly. 

“Um, yeah,” you said, feeling uncomfortable. You had never come out to him. You knew he was a devout Christian, too, and had assumed he would hold the same views as his brother.

“That doesn’t make you a pervert,” Zach said, surprising you. 

“But, what will the fans think?!” Josh demanded. 

“Some of our fans are gay, too,” Hayley pointed out. “And there’s nothing wrong with it. I can’t believe you would call Y/N names, just for something like that.”

“Yeah, Josh, I’m really disappointed in you,” Zach frowned. You were stunned. You never expected him to take your side. 

“You don’t think that what he and Frank are doing is a sin?” Josh asked. 

“I think God loves everyone,” Zach said plainly. “And only He can judge Y/N. I’m not going to.” 

“You guys can’t be serious!” Josh gaped. 

“I’m seriously reconsidering your position in this band,” Hayley said, narrowing her eyes. “And in this relationship.” 

“What? Babe….come on,” Josh pleaded. “Y-you wouldn’t dump me, and fire me, just because of this stupid fruit…..”

“Call him a fruit one more time,” Frank snarled. “See what happens, pal.” 

“Frank, it’s okay,” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I have my band on my side now, and that makes….all the difference.” 

You were touched by their support. You had stayed silent this whole time, because you didn’t think you would have it. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry that my brother treated you like this,” Zach said quietly. “I want you to know, I support you, and your boyfriend.” 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you shook your head. “We just kissed for the first time today, and….” 

“I could be your boyfriend,” Frank said softly. “If you want me to.”

“Wait, what?” 

“Do you want me to?” Frank asked, smirking at you. 

“I….I’m supposed to be going home to Tennessee soon,” you hesitated. “And you live in New Jersey, so….”

“I’m in the most famous band in the world,” Frank said smugly. “I have a private jet that can take me wherever you are.” 

“......Oh,” you blushed. 

“So,” Frank repeated, leaning in closer again, “do you want me to be your boyfriend, Y/N?”

“....Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, I do.”

You pulled him into another kiss, not caring that the rest of your band was watching. Or how much it pissed Josh off. The tour was ending, but your once-in-a-lifetime romance was just beginning. 

[princeleyjeans]

T.O.DS quotes: Life-

'To some random tune' "Suck mah nuts, suck mah nuts, hey now, SUCK MAH NUTS" (I do this usually at bingo) 'Doesn't win bingo' "...Mah nuts...." 'sad face' --- "I'ma potato dipped in ass" --- "Shopping list: Double cream, fancy eggs, Pepsi and pads CUS MAH VAGINA IS BLEEDING HARDER THAN THE DEVILS SUMMER HOME POOL!" --- "Wrapping up my squishmallow because he's off to his new home, because as much as I love you...I love your brother more" --- "Carbs make me hurt but I can't stop eating this costco pizza" --- 'Wakes up screaming' "MICHAEL! THE BABY!" --- "Tea is just flower water, if I wanna lie to myself, I'll compliment my reflection" --- 'Hears anything close to Jason' "JASON!" 'aimlessly wanders around repeating it over and over' --- "Hi I'm Levi and I'm sexually challenged" --- "Now I have to pelt you with my nuts" 'Gently lobs something containing nuts' --- "This is mine now" 'Picks up doggo and leaves' --- "Please don't be a pedophile, please don't be a pedephil---ITS ALRITE! He's just into fucking horses, panic over" --- "Is it weird I get hungry for kidneys every time I watch Hannibal?" --- "PDAS: Stands for permanently depressed and suicidal. Yay!" --- "Seriously, hacking my computer is just gonna give you PTSD from too much gay old crime dad material" --- "...What, I'm supposed to be afraid of you? sweetie, clearly you've never had one of my kinda nightmares XD"

[duskydestra]

You Remind Me of the Summer — Thick as Thieves (Chapter 2/6)

Fandom: RWBY

Pairing: Ilia Amitola/Emerald Sustrai

Rating: Mature

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Art Heist, Anti-Faunus Racism, Fake/Pretend Relationship, be gay do crimes, OCs as Plot Devices, First Dates, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Series: Part 4 in the Reclamation AU.

Chapter Summary: As Ilia returns to Atlas, she and Emerald get a feel for the mission and each other.

If you'd rather read on AO3, click here.

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The lengthy trip to Atlas gave Ilia plenty of time to think. Too much time, if someone asked her.

She’d worked out what she would do when she got there, but not how she would feel. It was easier to leave her tangled mess of feelings about Atlas untouched when there was a plan to iron out.

Now she descended the stairs of an airship, wind whipping around her face, and hoped the crisp air would help settle her stomach.

No such luck.

Ilia’s hand tightened around her luggage handle. She never thought she’d come back. She wouldn’t have, had the city not done what it does best. A foul blend of anger and anxiety swirled in the pit of her stomach.

“Hey, stranger.”

Emerald waved from the crowd at the airport, and pulled Ilia into a side hug.

Now that they were in front of each other, Ilia noticed how much better Emerald looked in person. The dim background lighting of Emerald's hotel room hadn't done her justice over their scroll.

Ilia, grateful for any distraction, leaned into the hug. It was more helpful than it had any right to be. “Hey…you. Came to pick me up?”

“Of course.” Emerald lifted Ilia’s other bag. She shot Ilia a look of disbelief at how heavy it was, then immediately put it back. “Was I just supposed to let you wander the streets until you figured out where we’re staying?”

“No thanks. Moving aimlessly is the last thing I wanna do here.”

“Good. I switched hotels for this. We should stay closer to the action.”

Emerald hooked an arm around Ilia’s and led her down the street.

She had to give credit where credit was due. The Emerald with her now was very different from the Emerald she’d been on the call with. To think she’d spent part of the trip worrying how they’d pull this off.

Looking around, they got a few stares. Probably ‘cause we look like tourists. But none of them felt like an investigation—always a good sign.

Outwardly, so much about the city changed in various ways since Ilia had been gone. Little shops had closed, replaced by their more established chain counterparts. New buildings displayed the Schnee company emblem. Ilia’s stomach tried to tie itself in knots again just looking at them.

Their hotel was right across the street from their target, Grand Gallerie. Ilia and Emerald made a point not to show any interest in the location. On the way into the hotel, something else caught Ilia’s eye instead: a familiar sign in the corner of the lobby. It was a simple blue and silver design with distinct, cursive font listing the daily special.

Ilia peered at it, forgotten memories beginning to surface. “Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just this restaurant. Didn’t know it was part of a hotel now.”

“Wait, you’ve been here before?” Interest shone in Emerald’s eyes. “And here I was, thinking it was a first-time trip for both of us.”

“Yeah, I used to go to school here. Had a few…” Ilia’s mouth twisted to the side as she searched for a neutral word. “…Classmates I’d eat with when they let us off campus.”

“Well, you’ll have to tell me more about it later.” Emerald grinned, took the extra step to infuse it with some reassurance. In front of the elevator, she slipped a spare room key into Ilia’s pocket. “This one is yours.”

The elevator was empty, but neither of them let go of each other’s arms. There were definitely cameras around.

Ilia wasn’t sure if she was supposed to keep looking Emerald’s way or not—if that would make her uncomfortable—so she opted to stare at the ground.

When the doors slid open, Emerald led Ilia down the hall to their room and swiped her key card. Once the room door shut, she immediately let go of Ilia. The stripe of heat along Ilia’s arm cooled down, leaving a slight tingle in its wake.

On the other side of the room, Emerald took a bow. “Not bad for our first public appearance, right?”

Ilia blinked. “Much better than I expected.”

"Of course it was." Emerald scoffed. "Raise your expectations for me next time."

Will do.

Taking in the decor gave Ilia something else to focus on. The suite had a white, king-size bed, cream-colored couch, along with a kitchenette sporting a few appliances and a table. This was leagues ahead of her old prep school dorm.

Wait. A bed? No, it's fine. She's supposed to be my plus one. It makes sense.

The sound of Emerald clearing her throat cut through Ilia's thoughts.

"Before you get too comfortable, I believe you have something of mine."

"Right, hold on." Ilia turned to her lockbox and entered a code. She took out two cards and tossed them to Emerald, who swiped them mid-air. "Four thousand lien. You'll get the rest when we're done. Don't spend it all in one place."

Emerald rolled her eyes.

"Or do." Ilia shrugged. "It's not like I'd stop you."

The comment left no friction in the air; Emerald seemed to have taken it in good humor.

Ilia grabbed her pair of binoculars and a notebook, then dragged a chair over to the window, squeezing past Emerald. They'd arrived around mid-afternoon at the start of the week. Ilia had no idea what amount of foot traffic was normal for Grand Gallerie, so it's time to start a record.

It'd been a while since her last stakeout. At least she was inside this time; the air conditioned room was far more comfortable than a rooftop. Ilia's back straightened as she recalled all the times that not doing so had caused her stiff muscles.

She parted the blinds slightly, just enough to not impair her sight. Before long, the rest of the world faded away. It was just her and the bustling city street.

After a few hours, though, the rude sound of Ilia's grumbling stomach yanked her out of her observations. She glanced down at her writings, and scribbled a reminder to check in again come nightfall.

She lifted both arms and stretched, appreciating the satisfying pops in her joints, then headed to the kitchen. The mini fridge had a little tab wrapped around the handle. It promised unlimited access for the duration of their stay.

Ilia whistled. She sprung for an all-inclusive room? Fancy.

She grabbed a bottle of water and a cup of yogurt.

Emerald was seated at the table, hands weaving an elegant backstitch along a leather holster. As Ilia pulled up a seat across from her, red eyes flicked up to give Ilia a once-over.

Ilia got the distinct feeling she was being sized up. Whatever Emerald was looking for, she must have found it by the way her gaze's intensity melted away.

Before Ilia could ask what that was about, Emerald asked a question of her own.

"We should probably settle on some ground rules, huh?"

Ilia nodded. "Before things get too awkward, yeah."

"Alright then, I'll start. You didn't know what to call me earlier, but at least you didn't use my real name. I'm going by Emilia."

"Really?"

Emerald pointed her sewing needle at Ilia. "Shut up. I already wasted my go-to on a different hotel. Now what am I supposed to call you?"

"Mona?" A part of Ilia shrunk as she realized that wasn't her best work, either.

"Okay." Emerald nodded, seeming to commit it to memory. "Any pet names you like? Sweetie, honey?"

Ilia thought it over. "I like babe."

Emerald reached out and placed her hand on top of Ilia's. "Hey, babe. How was your day?" A layer of soft concern underpinned her tone.

Ilia could swear this was a genuine question.

She blinked again, a little suspicious. "Did you just use your Semblance on me?"

Emerald took her hand back, a cocky grin on her lips. She picked up the needle again and went back to working on the holster.

"No, it's called acting. If you fell for it that quick, this'll be easy!" A thoughtful look crossed her face. "That can be one of the rules, too, if you want. Not using it on you. It's not you I need to trick."

Ilia took a sip of water and cleared her throat. "Okay. Yeah. Let's do that."

"Oh, and call me 'love.' It's a classic."

"Got it." An uncomfortable question irritated the back of Ilia's throat, but she didn't want to leave that answer up to chance. "When we're out together, do I...touch you?"

Emerald nodded. "It's the little things that really sell it. And if you have to kiss me—as in, absolutely have to—do it here." She tapped her cheek.

"Probably won't need to, but alright."

"Eh, you never know." Emerald shrugged. "You used to stay here, so I'd hate for this to all go to shit 'cause someone recognized you."

Ilia had spent many hours thinking about how she was the main liability to the plan, and this didn't help.

"Plus, if you get caught, I'm not getting the second half of my money. Can't let that happen."

The sincerity that burned in those eyes was almost enough for Ilia to believe those words.

"And one more thing." Emerald got up and pushed the chair in with her hip. "I'm taking the bed tonight."

Ilia stared after her, a spoon of yogurt paused halfway to her mouth.

~~~

It had been years since Ilia slept on a couch. A crick in her back reminded her why she went so long without doing it. She opened her eyes and yawned, still groggy.

"Oh, good. You're up." Emerald tossed the binoculars onto the bed. "We're going out. I don't know how you do this, it's boring as hell."

Ilia pushed down the urge to respond with Huh?! "And just where are we going?"

"That café downstairs. We can get a closer look and get outta this room."

Ilia pulled a face.

"Don't look at me like that. Weren't you the one who said this would be a good time?" Emerald's words rode on a smirk. She tapped the couch arm as she passed by. "C'mon, get up!"

Ilia sat up and tugged off her long satin bonnet, auburn hair tumbling down her back.

"Are you like this every morning?" She asked, scratching the side of her nose.

"Only when I wake up first."

Good to know.

~~~

Being inside such a familiar restaurant but at a different location gave Ilia mixed feelings, to say the least. Everything looked similar, down to the blue and white tiled floor, just with a new exterior view.

I should've never pointed this place out.

Emerald thanked the waitress who brought over their food—lamb stew for her, fruit salad for Ilia. She took one look at Ilia’s frown, and made one of her own.

"Uh-oh. What's wrong?"

Ilia shook her head. "Nothing."

"You sure?"

The look in Emerald’s eyes reminded her of the one Blake gave her when she’d injured herself training. It was full of an understanding that left Ilia curious.

“I’ll be fine. But thanks. Really.”

Emerald didn’t push it, and they turned their attention to the entrees.

Since it was late afternoon, the lunch crowd thinned out around them. Ilia kept track of the handful of workers who returned to the gallery. A sidelong glance let her know Emerald was doing the same. Ilia tried to get a peek at the interior, but the windows were all reflective. They must be one-way.

“How many exits?” Even though no one was seated near them, Emerald kept her voice low.

Ilia did the same. “I can see two from here, but for a place that big, there’s gotta be at least two more. You up for scouting the others tomorrow?”

"Better to spread out the surveillance, anyway.” An appreciative hum. “So you’ve done this before."

"Broken in? It used to be my job."

"Oh, good. I don't have to teach you. And what about," Emerald gestured between them, "This."

"This?"

"Pretended to like someone." Emerald clarified.

"Oh.” Ilia’s face grew warm at the subject, but she supposed it was a fair question to ask. “No, this is new. Sorry if it’s weird. I’ve only ever done the opposite."

"And how'd that work out for you?"

"Mighty personal, there."

"You expect me to be your girlfriend and not know the first thing about you?” Emerald laughed and held up her hands. “Okay. Then I'll have to make up a story for you."

Ilia leaned forward, resting both arms on the table. "And what would that be?"

“Hmmmm.” Emerald’s eyes narrowed as she raked them over Ilia. “I think there was someone you liked, but you waited too long to say something and they ended up with someone else. But you reconnected later and it worked out. More or less.”

Ilia's gray eyes widened. She couldn’t get any words out around the gasp trapped in her throat.

Emerald laughed again. "No fucking way."

Ilia pink freckles let her know she was one second away from this being a full-body problem. Her hands flew up to her face and she took a few deep breaths. After a while, the blush retracted.

"Well, what about you?"

"What about me?" Emerald chuckled.

"Have you ever done…this?"

Emerald cast her gaze upward in thought, and Ilia appreciated that she didn’t brush the whole thing off.

She held up a finger. "Once. The only time I went to prom, it was a mission."

Ilia grimaced. “That sucks. And I didn’t even go to mine.”

“Wow. Why not?”

“Got kicked out before it happened. It’s a long story.” Ilia rubbed the back of her neck. “That one, I’d rather you didn’t guess about.”

Emerald cracked a lopsided smile. “I’ll leave it alone. You’re allowed whatever secrets you wanna keep, especially since we’re gonna go back to being strangers by the end of the month.”

A tinge of disappointment pulled at Ilia, and she refused to dwell on why.

~~~

Ilia rolled over, limbs outstretched on the plush mattress. She looked toward the couch and noticed Emerald sleeping soundly in a black bonnet of her own. Thankfully, the bed was silent as she got up and headed to the bathroom.

Having stayed up so late to watch for any activity outside the gallery, it was no wonder why they slept in.

Ilia was glad to have gotten up first this time.

~~~

It was a warm day, slightly overcast. The kind of day Ilia would’ve enjoyed more on Menagerie.

But when Emerald grabbed her hand and strolled around the block with her, she chose to focus on that instead. Up close, some of the floor-to-ceiling gallery windows were more like funhouse mirrors. They slowed down, noting which ones distorted the images of passersby.

Rounding the building, Emerald shielded her eyes as she gazed up at the second story. It was also covered in windows that hid the inside.

She huffed. “They really don’t want anyone outside getting a peek at the art. That’s about what I expected.”

Ilia didn’t want to run the risk of drawing any more attention, so she pulled Emerald into a supermarket across the street. From inside, they still had a decent view of the gallery.

Emerald’s hand slipped out of her grasp, and she pretended not to notice.

Ilia grabbed a shopping cart and wandered the aisles. She and Emerald pretended to be fascinated by all the things available, but kept a close eye on their surroundings.

Facing north, they could still watch the gallery.

At the back of the building, a man in an off-white button-up and navy slacks slid two windows apart. He stepped into the alley, then lit a cigarette.

Ilia bumped Emerald with her elbow. “A third opening.”

Emerald followed her line of sight, grinning. “It’s perfect.”

All the information they’d gathered slotted together in Ilia’s mind. The missing pieces would require them to get inside first.

Someone rolled a shopping cart down their aisle. Ilia picked up a box of rice in front of her, turning it over in her hand. Emerald went with it, even stepped in close to read the company biography printed on the back.

“So what do you have a taste for?” Ilia asked.

“Ooh. This’ll go great with some beef kebabs. It’s been forever since I’ve had those.”

“Alright, what do we need?”

The other customer passed behind them, turning the corner.

Ilia looked up, still expecting an answer.

Emerald blinked. Her head tilted in confusion. "You don't have to do that. They’re gone now."

"But I want to. As thanks for being such a wonderful partner in crime.”

Her fingers curled around nothing. With no one around, there’s no excuse to reach out again. Emerald took note of the movement, the hesitation, and took Ilia’s hand on her own.

“Well, then. I accept.” She ran her thumb over the back of Ilia’s hand. The look on her face softened all her features.

It was stunning, and Ilia was glad to have made it happen.

~~~

This felt more like a date to Ilia than yesterday. Brushing past each other in the tiny kitchen, passing spices back and forth, accidentally standing in front of the cabinets the other one needed.

It was all very easygoing.

Ilia found she didn’t mind.

"Ugh, this smells delicious." Emerald said, carrying steaming plates to the table. They clattered a little as she set them down.

"I'm sure there's a place around here that sells these. Y'know, if you wanna keep looking."

“Oh, please. After that lamb stew the other day, I knew any kebabs here would be awful, too.” Emerald stuck out her tongue, disgust plain on her face. “My expectations were on the floor, but damn.”

Ilia snorted.

After the leftovers were put away in the mini fridge, Ilia filled one side of the sink with warm, sudsy water. She was prepared to do it alone, but Emerald joined her by rinsing and drying.

They continued in silence, neither feeling compelled to break the flow.

Ilia's chest tightened. Not in a way that was painful or uncomfortable, but in a way that was familiar.

She’s just being nice. I'm just grateful for the help. That's all that is.

~~~

The next morning, Ilia rubbed the sand out of her eyes. Slowly, she blinked up at the ceiling. Equal parts grogginess and disorientation settled over her. She could've sworn she was just in bed with Emerald, arms cradling her midsection.

But the stiff press of the couch under her back told her, loud and clear, that it was a dream.

Like most dreams, she hoped to forget it soon.

[stellar-alley]

Everfalls

•Chapter 9•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

(Summary: Richie and Stan go buck wild while Eddie figures out his inner feelings. )

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That day, after school, Richie waited for Eddie at his locker. The wolf only needed one sniff to realize that Eddie had already come and left. With a sigh, Richie left and made his way back to Roscoe. Where he was surprised to see none other than Stan the Man leaning up against the passenger side door.

“Staniel! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Richie exclaimed once he saw his best friend.

“Richie it’s Tuesday, it’s our day to go, as you say ‘buck wild’ and go to the convenience store” Stan begins to explain.

“Yes yes yes I remembered” Richie did not.

For the longest time Stan and Richie had a tradition of going to the corner store Tuesday after school to essentially go ‘buck wild’ and eat a bunch of junk food.

Richie clicked the unlock button on his car keys and Roscoe’s doors unlocked. Stan opened the side door, Richie walked around to the driver’s side. “It’s fine if you forgot, really. You like Eddie and he’s the main thing on your mind-”.

Richie cut in, “What? Eddie’s a good friend, but I do not like him like that” he huffed as the engine roared to life.

“Don’t lie to me Rich, I see the way you look at him. You care for him-”

“And that’s it, okay? I care for him. I care about you too but that doesn't mean we’re gonna start frenching in the back” Richie retorted, his voice filled with annoyance, his gaze never leaving the road.

“It’s not like that…” The dark haired teen’s voice trailed off, a hint of defeat filled his voice.

The friends sat in tense silence for a couple minutes as Richie’s mind went wild with thoughts. Feelings he always tried so hard to repress finally floating to the surface.

When he finally spoke, he was quiet, almost a whisper, “He’s the first Ancestor I’ve ever met. It just- It felt so good to finally have someone who shares my secret”.

“I know”

“No, Stanny, you don’t. I’ve lived my whole fucking life with this secret, eating away at me from the fucking inside out. Now I finally have someone who I can be myself around, my true self. And he’s so cute” He dragged out the O in So, it made the corner of Stan’s lip curly ever so slightly.

“You’re not wrong. I think he is pretty cute” Stan nodded in agreement.

Richie’s grip tensed under the steering wheel, “You what?!” he glared at Stan.

Stanley returned the stare before breaking out in a laugh, “You’re so whipped!” He slapped his thigh.

Richie didn’t need to ask what he meant. He felt it. His eyes had turned their signature yellow and his blood was burning from within his veins, just at the thought of someone else having feelings for Eddie.

“Sorry.” Richie whispered as if his feelings had somehow betrayed him.

“Aww does Wichie have a whittle cwush?” Stan teased.

Richie huffed and rolled his eyes, not a fan of this. “Yeah, shut it Staniel before I rip your throat out with my teeth” He threatened, but his voice had no anger, only amusement.

“Fine. But seriously. You know this is okay right? This crush?”

“It’s not a crush, okay? Just fucking drop it”

Stan rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say Wolfie”, this got a smirk out of Richie.

“At least I haven't been pinning over my best friend since the fucking third grade...” Richie mumbles under his breath.

“Hey! That's totally different from your situation” Stan turned on the defensive.

“Oh yeah, like your feelings for Bill are any different than my feelings for Eddie.” Richie rolled his eyes.

“So you admit you have feelings for Eddie?” Stan asks eagerly.

“Well yeah that's a given, he's adorable! But now we're talking about your love life.” Richie smirks deviously over at Stan.

“No we aren't” Stan shoots daggers at Richie. In response the werewolf just smiled a shit eating grin.

~

Eddie ran home after school. It’s not that he didn’t want to see Richie, he just wanted to figure out what he was feeling before he did see him again. His heart practically beat out of his chest when Richie touched him, his stomach would twist and his nerves would sky rocket. Deep down he knew what it was, but he didn’t want to face it, how could he? His entire life, his mother told him how wrong it was to be gay. Plus Richie probably doesn't even feel the same way, why would he? Eddie literally betrayed his own people after all.

I need to blow off some steam.

Eddie looked outside and noticed the sun was just setting, so he had some time before dark. Just enough time for a run. He changed into his new running gear and started on his way through the forest. The thick scent of evergreen and grass cleared his head by the time he reached the city. Once he reached the city he got down and shifted. He was not really in the mood to explain to anyone why he was out so late at night.

He started aimlessly exploring Derry, hopping around and doing some people watching. Eddie went around town, familiarizing himself with the area. He found the Subway Alley was talking about that one day, he even stumbled upon a comic book shop that he made a mental note to go to once he was human. The rabbit began making his way down the residential streets, admiring the architecture and seeing what the residents of Derry were doing this time of night.

He stopped when he reached a familiar house. Somehow he’d subconsciously made his way into a backyard he knew now as the Tozier’s. Nostalgia flooded his head as he recalled the day he first saw Richie, even then he thought the boy was cute…

A thought dawned on him, I won’t be able to outrun these feelings. Eddie recalled the various times his heart has skipped a beat or when it sped up, when butterflies are let loose in his stomach, when he blushes, all because of Richie.

Might as well deal with this shit before it fucking eats away at me from the inside. Plus, what’s the worst that could happen? I admit my feelings, he dosen’t feel the same, I loose the only person who’s ever made me feel safe and at home- Okay this could end pretty badly- fuck my life.

Eddie didn’t even notice that as he was monologuing in his head, he had edged his way up towards the Tozier residence. Though Richie’s bedroom was on the second floor, Eddie could just make out the vague outline of Richie, was he at the window? Or maybe standing at his desk? The rabbit wasn't sure. But what he was sure of was that the voice he heard was indeed Richie’s.

It was easy to hear the singing coming through his open window. Richie practically belting out the lyrics at the top of his lungs. “OHHHH EDDIE BABY WON’T YOU COME TO MY ARRRRRMS, TONNNIIGHT!” He sang out as he danced around his room.

Eddie couldn’t deny the feeling that spread through his body as his heart skipped a beat when he heard the lyrics.

What other Eddie does he know?

No matter what explanation he tried to come up with that would explain these current events could not cover up the feeling that Eddie had. Deep down inside he knew that song was for him. He listened until the song ended, that’s when Richie’s phone started ringing.

The bunny could just make out his voice as he talked with whoever was on the other end of the line, “Yeah, you’re here? Like outfront? Jesus Billiard I could’ve just texted you the pages of the textbook” There was a pause, “Okay give me a sec”. Eddie took that as his cue to leave.

He made his way towards the front of the house where he saw Bill who was standing beside his bike, Silver. Bill was one of the first of the Losers to get their license yet most times (unless he was driving the others) he opted to ride his bike.

Eddie watched as Richie ran out to meet him with a textbook in hand. He didn’t stay much longer, it was getting dark and he didn’t want to be out in the pitch black.

Eddie stayed in his rabbit form until he found a little tree covered area away from any possible wandering eyes. He shifted and walked the rest of the way home.

Being an Ancestor grants him some heightened senses, sight, scent, and hearing. That being said, as Eddie shifted, it was surprising that he didn’t hear the soft clicking of an iphone 8’s camera, nor did he hear the low, sudden gasp of Bill Denbrough.

Word Count: 1473

BILL? WHAT DID HE SEE? WHAT'S HE TAKING PICS OF? DID HE SEE EDDIE?

I know that this chapter is shorter but the next chapter is gonna be a long one as we get to see someone else's perspective... ANyways I hope you guys enjoyed!

Until next time

So Long and Goodnight.

~

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[woltourney]

ROUND 2 / SIDE A / POLL 7

Galvin Foixewesfv (@elizabethrobertajones) v. Angel (@afflatusviscera)

Galvin Foixewesfv:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Galvin Foixewesfv

q. What is your WoL's species? a. viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Black Mage, Summoner, Reaper

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Goblin (have been in alliance roulette with other Galvins this is very important)

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. A forest prince, eighth child with seven sisters, Galvin felt spare and at odds with his family as he became fascinated with dark magic after early encounters with voidsent that left him confused about their true monstrous nature. As he grew up and realised he was a rare son and due a life as a roaming forest warder and trophy husband, he felt too nerdy and bad at climbing trees for one and too gay for the other. After less than a year training with the other men of the forest and sensing they were growing sick of his poor aim with a bow and weedy lance arm, he slipped away in the night, travelled by boat to Limsa, and devoted himself to learning the forbidden maths of true magic. Drawn by the calling of the Echo, he joined the Scions on a whim despite having been warned by his eldest sister he was extremely susceptible to falling prey to a cult some day, and it was with much relief he realised they were not evil so his next letter home would not be met with a furious rescue party of dozens of furious armed viera storming the Waking Sands. He then picked up thaumaturgy and found one of his true loves. The other was teasing Urianger from across the Waking Sands, and flustering the shy elezen. Somehow, this has turned into a loving and stable relationship, mostly because they make up each other's deficits in a perfect puzzle piece joining and not because they are much alike, book learning aside. Though clumsy, brash and frequently knocked down, his determination to not be anything he once dreaded about his fate and to carve his idiosyncratic path, his raw stubborness got him through every trial thrown at the WoL. Barely. The only rules: always take them on as black mage and never give in and take the easy path (ooc: hit the 'very easy' button the trial is begging me to do by take 8) His witchcraft and void lore honed, he stumbled into the art of the reaper, and formed a pact with the voidsent he had felt himself bound to since youth, a keening sad creature that aimlessly wandered and wailed; these cries having once pierced his heart, he found it easy to reach out and make the connection once more, and binding the voidsent to his purpose, it found direction and he found a combat art that he excelled at - provided you allow that it's really the voidsent doing all the work lifting that heavy scythe, and Galvin is merely casting the spells. Having surmounted the main story, he retired immediately to the island farm, and spends his time pulling turnips and lazing about, often with Urianger at his side, and it is important to say, for Galvin, achieving doing nothing at all is in itself the most incredible achievement for a lifelong avoider of - well, everything - who crawled and moaned and complained and fussed so hard to get there.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. I have never, ever won anything in my life, and I think I should be allowed just one. Please.

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. =:{)> moustache bnuuy

Angel:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Angel (he/him it/its)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Paladin & Dark Knight (Additional notes from submitter: White Mage, Culinarian)

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Aether

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Conscripted into Garlemald's imperial army at the young age, Angel's life is filled with turmoil. His echo awakening soon after his defection from the legion, he quickly finds himself wrapped up in the affairs of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Though Angel is hailed as Eorzea's champion and Hydaelyn's chosen warrior he slowly starts to loathe his role as a hero. He hates the hand he was dealt in life and wishes to be free of the burden. In spite of this, Angel's journey is that of finding joy and purpose in the face of his despair. Angel enjoys friendly blood sports (PvP) and is an amateur culinarian, he also has a secret fondness for tea with milk and sugar. While he is incredibly troubled and addled with issues he tries to find happiness in the small things in life.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. (Angel shakes his head and looks away shyly, it is unclear if actually wants anyone to vote for him…)

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. Please enjoy my awful sopping wet creature. Hydaelyn's most un-obliteratable twink. I hate (love) him.

[cupcakewebkinz]

LGBT ASKS; Describe the style of clothing that you most often wear. Have you ever been to your cities pride event? Why or why not? What is your favourite lgbt+ book?

I wear very comfortable clothing because I feel nice and snug in them (and my body doesnt show through them so when I don't wanna gender, I don't see it)

I haven't, only because I have no clue where a pride event here would take place (nor do I have transportation yet) so I'd just be aimlessly wandering around my city like "where's the pride people?!"

As mentioned in my other post (asked by Introverted-Kittens) I have never found a pride book and I'd really really really like some suggestions! The closest I got was gay fanfics on Wattpad (and they were poorly written btw) X"D

[neighbours-kid]

Hills and Valleys

Finding out who you are, in your purest essence, is part of being human, it is inherent to being human. You don’t just go through life not wanting to figure yourself out, to know what makes you you, and others others. You want to find a certain….knowledge of the self.

Some have it easy. Some know from as early as five years old that they wanna be a doctor, and then they move on to become one. Some know that they will marry their high school sweetheart and live happily ever after. Some know without a doubt from very early on that they’re gay or that they’ll have three children or that they’ll become a banker or that they’ll take over the family business or that they’re meant to travel the world and never settle down. Some just know.

Self-discovery is a journey. It can be an adventure. Or a quest. A treasure hunt. Mine currently very much feels like a hostage situation.

I’m not sure what I expected would happen when I made that post last winter about who I was, what I saw my future looking like. I know I expected most people not to understand, and while that became partially true, I was also proven wrong. I had a lot of people assure me their continued support and love, their hope that things will go to my wishes quickly and without problems, that they thought what I did was brave and honest. It took some people a while to accommodate my wishes, some made the change easily. Some are still working on it, trying their best to understand. Some took one step forward and then two steps back. It’s okay, I understand.

I didn’t expect for the months to go by so quickly and for my first appointment to appear on the horizon seemingly out of the blue. I didn’t expect to go to that appointment and find a woman there so friendly and gentle and understanding, a woman so helpful and impossibly supportive. I never expected to walk out of that appointment knowing that things are gonna go my way this quickly, and that the start of finally, truly becoming who I am is really only just around the corner. I didn’t expect to get my hopes up that day. But I did.

Life is full of hills and full of valleys. We rise and we fall, constantly, and there’s nothing we can do about it. One day you’re on top of the world, the next you can be on rock bottom, struggling to get up.

The days between that first post, and that first appointment, was a steep uphill battle, but by the time I walked out of that office, I was on top of the mountain, enjoying the view. I could see the horizon before me, could see what was lying ahead, could get a grasp on what exactly my future would look like. Or at least to a degree I could.

And then six weeks later, when no email, no letter, no phone call about my promised appointment with the psychiatrist came, I took the first step over the cliff. And when I called ten days ago, to see if anything happened and was told that they had sent my documents a second time because they hadn’t heard anything, I was already falling. So today, when I called again because I hadn’t heard anything, and the woman told me that the psychiatrists office still hadn’t responded and that they would send my documents a third time, the horizon had already disappeared behind the trees as I was rushing by, approaching the ground rapidly.

Knowing that your future lies in the hands of others is not a particularly nice feeling. It doesn’t make it better when you keep getting the confirmation that yes, they have your future, but it’s just sitting there, in an office, unnoticed, and that the person who should be handling everything and pave the way so you can carry on, doesn’t do anything about it, and is just letting you wait behind that roadblock you have fought so hard to be able to get by.

When I called the hospital about the appointment today, I immediately got chucked into the waiting line and got to listen to some awfully cheery music. They put me on hold. And that is exactly how it feels.

My life was put on hold.

“We care about your call, but unfortunately we are very busy at the moment. Please hold.”

I’ve been holding, unknowingly, for twenty-four years. I’ve been holding my breath for so long, and I am honestly coming up short for air now.

I got my hopes up after that first appointment at the end of June. That maybe this was the year where I could finally start being myself. Could finally start becoming myself.

But instead, my life is being held hostage by incapable hands sitting in a hospital office. My future is sitting somewhere on a desk, unnoticed. My sanity is aimlessly wandering through hospital corridors, wondering when exactly my life can finally begin, when I can finally start breathing again.

And let me tell you—

I am so fucking tired of holding my breath.

[skywalkersapprentice]

LUKE FUCKING SKYWALKER aka my review of the last jedi

(spoilers)

Contrary to my feelings leading up to the force awakens, I was more nervous than completely excited for this film. I was so terrified that it wasn’t going to be good.

by the end of this movie, those fears had been soothed.

Bad Things(tm) 

it’s a shorter list than i thought it would be but it still exists

kylo ren’s entire existence annoys me. like i came out of tfa hating him and now i loathe him. 

thAt SHIRTLESS SCENE GOD I HATED THAT. it could have been so much worse and i’m grateful it wasn’t but jeez. i strongly echoed rey’s feelings of ‘put a shirt on’. 

the entire fucking force bond thing got on my nerves until i realized it was snoke’s fault. then it was okay. 

rey nobody. listen you guys, i’m all for the found family trope usually but you can pry rey skywalker out of my cold, dead hands. 

i feel like sometimes this movie didn’t know what it was doing with it’s plot. canto bight was beautiful, but that entire plot ultimately felt meaningless. 

same with luke’s purpose, i couldn’t.... really figure out the role he was supposed to be playing. 

some of the scenes on the island felt really fucking boring. 

why did hux slap finn like yeah mate we already know he’s an asshole

this was the biggest one for me- rey’s character. it could have been done so much better. she felt like she was aimlessly wandering around the island for half the movie and she deserved more than she got. i’m just thankful this is the middle act and that she’ll be back in the safe hands of jj abrams for the final movie. 

also finn and rey deserved a better reunion scene but the hug was adorable.

Good Things(tm)

this is a much longer list

ROSE TICO. omg i adore her???? she’s so awkward and tiny and charming. i spent most of the battle of crait thinking ‘omg please don’t die’ and i’m SO HAPPY she didn’t. i ended up not minding finnrose, which i thought i wouldn’t like. she and finn worked so well together.

LUKE THREW THE LIGHTSABER OFF THE CLIFF SDFGHGFDFGH I LAUGHED SO HARD. i immediately knew i was gonna like luke in this movie. 

also i dont’ wanna hear a word about ‘bad characterization’ when it comes to luke. it’s been 30 years since we saw him last and people change. 

i think it helps that i have read basically none of the post-rotj eu and so i had no expectations of what luke ‘should have’ been like. but anyway.

another thing i laughed so hard at: poe pretending not to know who hux was while he was speaking all pretentiously. that was hilarious. 

and then bb8 overextending himself trying to keep the ship working. bb8 was the silent hero of this movie and you all need to appreciate him.

CHEWIE AND THE PORGS. oh my godd when he was eating that one porg and then the rest of them show up with huge eyes and legitimately sad expressions. i was literally aww-ing. i’ve bought into the cute porg marketing. they made me smile every time they were onscreen. sue me. 

i really liked what luke had to say about the light side not ‘belonging’ to the jedi, because it’s true. time to think outside the box lads

rey looked so good in that jedi outfit

the golden four (finn, rose, rey and poe) all looked amazing tbh.

i almost liked kylo ren for one (1) second after he killed snoke and then he decided that he wanted to destroy the rest of the galaxy too and i was like Oh My God

also they made a bold move by killing snoke but i really liked that they did. now ren can step into position as the Main Villain, which is what he deserves. (no redemption arc bitch you’ve tried to murder everyone like twice)

also the way!!! snoke died!!!!! was so cool!!!! he could read ren’s intentions like a book, but the way ren deceived him into thinking that rey was his sworn enemy because ‘i can’t be betrayed’ was amazing. and this is coming from someone who despises kylo ren.

lmao @ hux and ren subtly fighting for control over their troops. i wouldn’t be surprised if hux eventually stabs ren in the back.

THAT SCENE WHERE REN AND REY BREAK ANAKIN’S LIGHTSABER

THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY BREATHTAKING

it would have more meaning if rey was also related to anakin but whatever

holy shit. the entire scene with yoda. i was silently squeeing into my hands the whole time.

this is the first time i have ever been happy to see yoda but oh. my god. that little troll cackling as he destroyed the early jedi texts (‘page turners, they were not’) was AMAZING. 

i almost forgot to mention but 

LEIA

USING THE FUCKING FORCE

TO SAVE HERSELF AND BRING HER BACK TO THE SHIP WHILE LOOKING LIKE A GODDAMN ANGEL

that was the first time the guy beside me offered me tissues. i was not okay.

also i love her dynamic with poe so much. and that scene where amilyn and leia are discussing him and amilyn says ‘i like him’ and leia goes ‘me too’ is so pure.

also leia and amilyn had one (1) scene together but it still managed to make me emotional. leia has lost so much and this was just one more thing, but their goodbye was good.

also i love my gay mom amilyn tbh. the luna lovegood comparisons were rolling in before the film and tbh i could see that! i’m so sad she had to die but what a fucking way to go. the entire theater was dead silent when she made that jump to hyperspace. 

i don’t think i’ve ever sworn this much in my life. whatever.

something i really liked that i didn’t expect to is how so close ren and rey came to leaving their respective sides. the lines between light and dark got so blurry in snoke’s throne room, but eventually what happened seemed to cement their respective positions, pushing them even further away from one another. it was cool.

leia marching onto the bridge of the command ship fresh from unconsciousness and stunning poe wow what an icon

also when will the gays learn to communicate i mean poe and amilyn come on

can we talk about that scene in the falcon when luke and artoo reunite :( omg. artoo still has leia’s old message and i personally want to die.

luke and leia’s (natural) force connection that spans half a galaxy!!!! ‘luke’ ‘leia’ i personally want to die (part 2)

canto bight looked straight out of the prequels and i was Living

i was also living for the way finn and rose destroyed it

“you have always been scum”. “rebel scum” THAT’S MY BOY I LOVE FINN

also there was something that finn said on crait while they were in the mine (i forget what it was) but poe and rose both looked at him like they were falling in love 

and also poe’s delight when seeing that finn and rose aren’t dead and immediately going ‘where’s my droid’ :( i love how much he loves bb8, it’s very reminiscent of anakin and artoo.

speaking of crait

LUKE FUCKING SKYWALKER

[INCOHERENT YELLING]

when the shadow appeared in the mine i was like..... omg. it can’t be. he wouldn’t.

and then it WAS and i realized that we were actually getting a leia and luke reunion, after i had convinced myself it wouldn’t happen, and then i started really crying. i don’t think i’ve ever cried like that at a movie before. i don’t even remember most of what was said, except for luke’s ‘no one is ever really gone’ (directed at leia, by then i was properly sobbing) and then the forehead kiss. i was a mess. the guy beside me offered me kleenex again.

That was, without a doubt, my favourite scene in the film. Luke and Leia got to say goodbye. I feel like that actually healed something in me that broke when carrie died last year. like, the movie was worth making just for that one fucking scene.

but then it got better.

when ren ordered all the walkers to fire on luke and then luke walked out unscathed someone in front of me actually clapped with glee. from the moment he ignighted his lightsaber, there was an energy of just joy in the theater, and you could tell that scene was exactly what everyone had wanted from luke.

AND THEN KYLO REN TRIED TO CUT HIM IN HALF AND IT DIDN’T FUCKING WORK

I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE DELIGHTED

'amazing. everything you just said was wrong.’ YES LUKE YES

I can’t wait for luke to haunt ren from beyond the grave in episode 9. i don’t know how i feel about the fact that he’s dead, but it’s far from the sadness i felt when han died.

like rey and leia said- there was a sense of peace there.

I just. I just wish Leia could find that peace. She has lost absolutely everyone. And now the movie that was supposed to be about her can’t exist.

‘in loving memory of our princess carrie fisher’ made me halt on the steps and bring my hand to my mouth on the way out of the theater. i’d forgotten that would happen. :(

I don’t want to end this on a sad note. I really did like this movie. It’s not quite good enough for a 9 and i hesitate to rate it as low as a 7 so an 8 it is. 

Overall- better than i’d hoped. had some absolutely magical moments that made me remember why i love this franchise so much. there were some truly cool force-related moments, i love the golden four and luke skywalker is fucking awesome. kylo ren is fucking terrible, i wish this movie had progressed it’s characters a little and rey deserves to be a skywalker.

bring on episode nine. 

[forgle]

So gay

Pairings: Pipabeth, and minor Caleo

Word count: 1567

Summary:

Basically, it’s just a cheesy Prom AU which I wrote after getting way too into Teenage Dirtbag

Piper was so gay.

That was her only thought as she observed the pretty girl with the curly blond hair sitting a few tables away. She was not staring. No many how much Leo wants to say she is. She's just observing.

“Pipes, this is getting creepy,” Leo said, interrupting her thoughts.

The blonde looked at Piper and she quickly turned her head away.

Piper glared at him “Am I not allowed to look at a pretty girl?” She asked “You are, but you've been staring at her since we sat down” Leo responded, “I bet you’re already planning your wedding.”  Piper blushed

“Oh my god I'm right” Leo laughed.

“What flowers are you gonna have at your venue?” Piper scoffed “You're ridiculous” Leo simply kept looking at her “And I was thinking that she'd have a bouquet of red roses and I'd have one of white”

Leo laughed “You haven't said a word to her!”  

“Thanks for reminding me,” Piper said, taking a bite of her mac and cheese.

She looked back up at the girl, she was running her fingers through her curls and her hand got caught in a knot. She tried to untangle the knot but she gave up and braided it. The guy sitting next to her, Percy Jackson, handed her a hair tie.

Piper wondered if they were dating. It made sense, the few times Piper had seen her in the school she was with Percy, and sometimes Thalia Grace was with them before she graduated.

“Do you think she's dating Percy?” Piper asked Leo.

“Why don't you ask her,” Leo said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I can't do that” Piper responded, also as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Then I guess you could ask Percy”  

“I don't know him, it'd be so awkward,” Piper said, defeated. She rested her chin on the table.

“Well Percy knows everyone, maybe you could ask one of his friends,” Leo suggested.

“Who do we know who's friends with him?” Piper asked

“Jason, Nico, Hazel, Frank, Rachel, Reyna… Calypso” Leo listed, blushing a little as he mentioned his crush.

“Well, how am I supposed to ask someone that” Piper lamented.

“Like this” Leo declared as Jason started walking by their table. “Jason, are Percy and that blond girl dating?” He asked, pointing in Percy's direction.

“Um, I don't think so, that's just his friend, Annabeth,” Jason said.

“Ah, she has a name,” Leo said, turning to Piper, grinning. Piper looked at Annabeth, it suited her.

“She's way out of your league, Leo” Jason stated.

“Trust me, I know. I'm not the one who's interested” Leo replied, wrapping his arms around Piper's shoulders.

“You're the worst,” Piper grumbled.

“Yeah but you love me,” Leo said. He kissed her on the cheek.

Piper snuck a glance at Annabeth. She was watching Piper and Leo. Piper turned her head to get a better look and make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her and Annabeth suddenly looked away. Piper grinned

.

                                                      ***

It was prom night and Piper felt desolate. She had tried for to work up the courage to ask Annabeth Chase to be her date for weeks but every time Annabeth so much as said “Hi” to her she'd stiffen up and start awkwardly stutter her way through some small talk. 

Piper just stood, leaning against a table. She saw Leo and Calypso talking across the room. At least Leo had the courage to ask her out. Piper walked over to them. 

“Hey, Pipes” Leo greeted. “Hi Piper” Calypso greeted. “I like your suit,” Calypso said.

“Thanks, I like your dress” Piper responded. It was true, Calypso made it herself and it complimented her skin tone.

“Any sign of Annie?” Leo asked. Piper shook her head. 

“Annie?” Calypso asked.

“Annabeth Chase” Leo clarified. “Oh, the pretty blonde girl, I think I saw her earlier” Calypso said.

The three of them talked another ten minutes and Piper decided not to bother them. She started walking around aimlessly and herself at a table covered in h'orderves and drinks. She was getting herself some punch when a voice behind her said “Piper?”

Piper turned around and there was Annabeth Chase, looking as beautiful as always. She was in a white, floor-length dress and her blonde curls were in a braid. She looked quite elegant compared to Piper, who just wore a suit with the blazer folded over her arm 

“Hi” Piper squeaked

“Listen, I wanted to ask you to this dance for weeks and it seems like I was maybe a little late so I'm asking you now,” Annabeth said, way too quickly.

“You want me to be your date?” Piper asked, gob-smacked.

Annabeth nodded. And Piper had the biggest smile growing on her face, she was probably blushing too. 

“Okay,” Piper said, “Do you wanna dance or something?” 

“Yes but first,” Annabeth said, grabbing something from her bag. “I wanted to give you this,” she said, holding a plastic container with a corsage inside. White ribbons and white roses.

“Oh my god it beautiful” Piper exclaimed. Annabeth took her hand and put it around her wrist, it took a few attempts before it would stay.

The two girls walked to the center of the room and started dancing clumsily, both of them kept trying to lead. Annabeth put her arms around Piper's neck and Piper got a good look at her muscular arms. She almost died right there.

“You're really pretty,” Annabeth said, out of the blue “I was so scared that if I didn't get my shit together someone else would snatch you up.” 

Piper blushed “feeling’s mutual.”

The two danced for what felt like hours, talking, getting to know each other, asking stupid questions like “do you believe in Bigfoot.”

Neither of them knew how to dance, they just did what everyone around them did and when the songs started to speed up they were completely lost. They started to wander together, looking for their friends. At one point they ran into Drew Tanaka and Piper used her eyeliner to write her phone number on Annabeth’s arm.

“Piper, I have a phone you know, you could just make a contact,” Annabeth said.

“Shh, this is more romantic” Piper argued. She handed Drew her eyeliner and the girls sat down at a nearby table. Annabeth took a look at her arm.

“I can't read that, your handwriting is terrible and I have dyslexia” 

“Well maybe if you didn't squirm so much it'd be clearer.” 

Annabeth flipped Piper off, but she was smiling while she did it so it lost all effect. Piper smiled and kissed her cheek.

“Seriously though, us that a one or a seven?” Annabeth asked. Piper looked at her arm “that's a nine”

“see what I mean?” Annabeth asked, placing her phone in Piper's hand. “I'm gonna go get us some punch,” she said, kissing Piper's cheek.

Piper smiled and started typing in her phone number. She tried to think of a silly name to give the contact as Leo and Calypso approached her table.

“Pipes, there you are, you disappeared,” Leo said as he and Calypso sat down. “What have you been doing?” He asked.

“Dancing, drinking shitty punch, normal school dance activities,” Piper said.

“Dancing? With who?” Leo asked.

As if on queue Annabeth arrived as soon as he asked. “I'm back,” she said in a sing-song tone, placing a cup in front of Piper. “Hey Calypso,” She said. Calypso waved.

Piper handed Annabeth her phone and Annabeth raised an eyebrow “Hot-piece-of-ass-McLean?” She asked. “You caught me, that's my real name,” Piper said.

“Wait, you asked out Annabeth Chase? When?” Leo asked.

“I actually asked her out,” Annabeth said.

“And you didn't come tell me immediately? I thought we were friends, Piper” Leo said dramatically.

“It took you like a day to tell me when you asked out Calypso” Piper argued.

“That's irrelevant, this is like Nico not telling me he was dating Will, it's like no one wants me to know they're happy,” Leo said.

“Nico didn't tell you he and Will are dating?” Annabeth asked.

“Not for like 2 weeks, how long did he wait to tell you?” 

“Like a day…” Annabeth said.

“I'm telling you it's a conspiracy!” Leo declared.

“Did someone spike the punch?” Calypso muttered.

Near the end of the dance, Piper and Annabeth were discussing going on a date and Piper was officially dead. “How about Monday after school? We can go get dinner or watch a movie or something” Annabeth suggested

“That sounds amazing” Piper replied, although, Annabeth was so mesmeric she could suggest they go to a grocery store and watch the lobsters and Piper would probably say yes.

“I’ve gotta go soon so we'll just sort out the details via texting okay,” Annabeth asked.

“Okay, I'll see you Monday,” Piper said, with a huge smile.

Annabeth reached for Piper's hand and leaned forward and kissed her. Piper thought she would melt into a puddle, it felt so good to kiss Annabeth. Better than she had ever imagined. Piper's lips tingled and she had butterflies in her stomach. Somehow, when they broke apart, Piper's smile grew even bigger. She couldn't wait for Monday.

Piper was so gay.