#so what if they said iced coffee and skinny jeans are for gays only. good. fuck straights no coffee for them also cuffing ur pants is-

[vinatintasupernovita]

sometimes i really forget how vastly different the cultures of tumblr and tiktok are until i see that post making fun of tiktok gays claiming iced coffee and cuffed jeans for the lgbt.

also like they’re kids. tiktok is mostly teenagers. they’re having fun be nice god

#it’s really frustrating cus it makes tiktok’s young lgbt demographic look like invalidating #so what if they said iced coffee and skinny jeans are for gays only. good. fuck straights no coffee for them also cuffing ur pants is- #a fashion signal.. like that’s an easy way to say ur gay w just ur clothes #and maybe it is a broad thing but the thing is there is a subset of gays there who formed a fashion scene based on the trend of the time #and straight people are using it too so it is frustrating to see them wear signals and then be mad when they get mistaken for gay #it’s only when they get MAD tho cus those who don’t y’all are chill and fine #but i see where tiktok gays are coming from #and anyway someone in the comments said they tried to cancel skinny jeans and side parts no they didn’t that was the whole point #tumblr stop being old and bad at understanding the youth’s situation challenge #forcing a character onto lgbt groups is bad yes but it’s also a Joke. It’s a Joke Stereotype for Teens and Straight People Took it Serious #that’s not their fault

[ifanfictionella]

I have a crush on the cute guitarist in you’re band (1)

Fandom: Voltron legendary defender                                                                       Ship:Romelle x Allura                                                                                               Words:3451 

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<p>After their third round of starbucks latte trips and second round of trailing around the bookstores of the mall all three friends found themselves in pidges dormroom studying. Shay had sprawled herself across the single bed along with a few open books, the rock nerd was the only one who didn’t actually live in this room. </p>

<p>The room was romelle and pidges. </p>

<p>Said short nerd was sitting at her desk with one headphone in looking at what looked like some sciency stuff. She had cursed at her laptop so many times that romelle had started to question if pidge actually like her so called ‘baby’</p>

<p>That left romelle, she wasn’t technically studying.</p>

<p>There was nothing to study.</p>

<p>Romelle was an art student so often when her friends were doing school work she would be using that free time to get her book, and often her clothes, covered in paint. </p>

<p>She often opted to have the floor rather than using her bed to do artwork, even when she was sketching she just couldn’t risk anything rubbing off onto her covers. In the background romelle had let her soft music playlist play which pared with the low hum of pidges laptop, the occasional chudder made all three of them jump.</p>

<p>The setting sun of the night seemed to paired nicely with the fairy lights romelle had insisted that they put up, it was the perfect type of evening to be studying to. The library was often too crowded and the lights were too bright meaning studying was rather hard, the coffee shops were too busy and people would often stop to talk to them which would be highly distracting. </p>

<p>Romelle and Shay both jumped when pidge groaned and closed her note book, closed her laptop and put the pen down. “Ya know girls, it is a friday night and we could actually be doing something fun” </p>

<p>“What do you suggest?” Shay asked, raising her eyebrow whilst looking up from her books for one of the first times that evening. “And would we need to change clothing?”</p>

<p>“Well I mean keith's band is taking part in one of those indie concerts” she said sitting sideways on her chair playing with a strewn pen, she glanced at it from a side angle before looking at the two of them “I did promise him we would maybe swing by to watch and support” </p>

<p>Romelle turned to look at Shay, romelle shrugged at her which left the decision up to Shay. It had been a while since romelle had gone out to something at night, much less something on a friday night </p>

<p>Wow such an exciting college student</p>

<p>“Would it be ok if Hunk tagged along?” shay said raising her eyebrow, pidge shrugged before nodding at her </p>

<p>After that interaction Shay had left to get changed in her own dorm room. </p>

<p>“You ok with her bringing Hunk?” romelle asked as she went through her wardrobe looking at all of her tops really not having a clue what she wanted to wear. </p>

<p>“Yeah sure” pidge replied, sounding like she was biting her tongue “Just bring my ex boyfriend along to a concert where my current boyfriend is playing , that won’t be awkward” there was a huge amount of sarcasm behind that statement. That earnt a slight chuckle from romelle as she picked out a band shirt she had picked up from a local thrift shop</p>

<p>“Keith and hunk seem pretty chill though” she replied pressing it up against her body before reaching for a pair of jeans that she thought would look cute. </p>

<p>“You wouldn’t get it, you don’t feel the awkwardness when we go on double dates” pidge replied as she slid one of keiths jackets on her body. Romelle had put her jeans and shirt on by now and turned to look at pidge. She had decided to not change her earrings or the scarf headband she had been wearing all day, her curled hair would do fine.</p>

<p> Romelle shrugged at her “Me and you’re brother talk like we’re still best friends” she said picking up the hoodie that had been laid on the floor under her bed for a week now, she sniffed it and decided it still smelt ok enough to wear out </p>

<p>“That’s different, he came out as gay” she said, kind of dead pan whilst looking down at her phone “We all knew, admit it” </p>

<p>She had to sigh and simply nod in response, besides shiro was good to him. She was just happy to have him in her life as a best friend. There was a knock at the door which made both girls turn towards the door</p>

<p>“It’s open” Pidge called before going back to texting someone, presumably keith </p>

<p>“Lance decided to tag too '' Shay said with a slight groan, He winked at romelle earning an eye roll from her. It meant nothing flirty, lance was highly taken and romelle would never go for him anyway.</p>

<p>“Wanting to boo mullet and cheer for lotor?” romelle asked, folding her arms and raising her eyebrow at him with a slight smirk. </p>

<p>“I will stomp on your foot If i hear any cat calls coming from you” Pidge said, looking up having the same smirk on her face that romelle had. This earned an eye roll from lance before he put his hands in the air </p>

<p>“While me and you’re boo will never see eye to eye,I want to support the band” he said lowering his hands and putting them in his pockets “Besides my cousin just joined the band, you notice her straight away” </p>

<p>Romelle looked up at the mention of a new member, the two other members had never really brought up the fact that they were gaining a new member. </p>

<p>"shouldn't we get going then?" Shay said, jumping into the conversation whilst holding hunks hand.</p>

<p>He seemed out of it today </p>

<p>"yeah yeah, let's get going" pidge said trying to push them out the door, romelle simply rolled her eyes smiling taking her key from the hook and locking the door behind them. </p>

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<p>They took a short cut she was not aware of and they ended up at the main park of the town, the gazebo had been set up with a backstage area and band equipment. </p>

<p>Most of the bands romelle had not heard of, she really only knew about midnight dragons, Keith's band. </p>

<p>"here seems like a good spot” pidge said</p>

<p>“It only took the gremlin pushing past most of the taller people to find it” lance whispered to romelle which made her laugh slightly, shay simply rolled her eyes at pidge before going to stand with hunk and sip from her iced latte. The other three stood a tad bit away from the couple, pidge was texting someone while lance went scouting around for some sort of drinks bit</p>

<p>“Hows veronica?” Romelle asked looking up at the cuban boy which made him stop and turn to look at her again. He shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged slightly at her </p>

<p>“Well we have kinda be talking though she is still ignoring me because of lotor” he sighed and looked down at the floor, he kicked at a rock that was near his feet before looking back up “It’s whatever you know, older siblings are protective to an annoying extent”</p>

<p>“I would assume Bandor would say the same about me” she said before shrugging herself “You and Lotor still up for meeting up for coffee on sunday” </p>

<p>“Oh duh, we both love our catch up sessions' ' he said forming a smile on his face scratching at the back of the neck, Romelle noticed a large ish dark mark on his neck which made her smirk slightly before shaking her head.</p>

<p>“Highlight of my week”<br /> The sound of some announcer coming on made the two turn towards the stage area, romelle couldn’t quite hear the man talking, mainly because she was admiring his british accent and orange mustache. What she did understand was when he announced that pidge had dragged them to a battle of the bands, romelle turned to pidge and gave her a slight glare. </p>

<p>It was some band named pastel galaxies up first, their music really was not romelles vibe and she found herself reaching for her phone throughout a few of their songs. </p>

<p>Known on her luck, Keith's band was going to be the last act to perform. </p>

<p>Thankfully she was wrong </p>

<p>Midnight dragons came out straight after, the familiar faces of Keith and lotor caught her eye. Keith had dropped his guitar and was rocking his new piercings, no matter what he wore he seemed to wear it well. Lotor as always was borrowing some aspects of keiths wardrobe but the eyeliner was all his as was the hairstyle. </p>

<p>“Mullets looking emo as ever” Lance said with his arms folded, romelle elbowed him in the arm and laughed slightly </p>

<p>“You will eventually give it up that you had a crush on him in highschool” she asked raising her eyebrow slightly</p>

<p>Lance may have said something but Romelle wasn’t paying attention, her eyes were immediately drawn to the new girl. She was absolutely beautiful. </p>

<p>She had the prettiest eyes and her skin was tanned and the bleached blonde, almost silver , hair fell around her head perfectly. Her long pastel  t-shirt tucked into her skinny black jeans just drew romelles attention to her amazing figure</p>

<p>Holy shit</p>

<p>“Yo! Romelle” Lance called making her jump and turn to look at him “You’re pretty red, see something you like?” He was smirking at that point with his arms folded </p>

<p>“Bite me mclain” </p>

<p>She ignored him for the rest of the band's set, she couldn’t place any of the songs that were played that night. She was just so entranced by watching the guitarist play and laugh and just enjoy life while performing. Her hair seemed to fall out of the high ponytail while she was jumping to the final song. </p>

<p>And with that their bit was over, the girl looked down directly at her group and gave a smile before looking at the crowd. </p>

<p>Romelles face completely flushed after that.</p>

<p>“Thank you for coming out, enjoy the rest of the show” Lotor said beating keith to the microphone, all three of them bowed before going back stage </p>

<p>“That my guy” lance said before doing some sort of wolf whistle, pidge came up to the two of them after that. Shay and hunk had left a few songs ago- something about all the coffee not agreeing with shay. </p>

<p>“We should go see them” she suggested already tugging on lances hoodie in the direction of the backstage area “Besides I want to finally meet the new girl”</p>

<p>“I don’t need much convincing to see my boy” Lance said allowing himself to be dragged in the direction. Romelle  just rolled her eyes at lance before walking ahead. </p>

<p>She had to push past a few people and certainly lost pidge way behind her, she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and bumped into someone who practically towered over. She looked up at the butch woman and was practically falling over herself trying to appilogise </p>

<p>“Watch where you’re going next time” </p>

<p>Wow she had a rough deep voice</p>

<p>“zathrid, It’s not her fault” Another voice said jumping in, it belonged to a rather cute looking girl, she had pink hair and big hoop earrings in “Sorry about her, we’ve both had a rough week with college, it’s our final year” the girl held her hand out </p>

<p>“I’ve got that to come, I’m only a first year,” Romelle replied, taking the girl's hand before walking away from the two- she had wanted to introduce herself but she also really wanted to get out of that situation.</p>

<p>She breathed a sigh of relief when she got to the edge of the crowd, she looked up and could see Keith and Lotor having a smoke break which got her to smile. She turned back and could see pidge had climbed on top of lances shoulders, the two were already making their way through the crowd. </p>

<p>When they got to her pidge jumped down and walked over to keith and lotor, romelle and lance watched as she snuggled into keith's side. The three of them talked for about a minute before she motioned towards romelle and lance, romelle gave an awkward wave at the two while lance winked at lotor. </p>

<p>“Oh come on are you two afraid of a bit of smoke” Keith called before taking a drag from his cigarette. </p>

<p>“My body is a temple kogane” lance called back as the two walked forward towards them “The only bad exception I let in is your hot drummer” he then looked over at lotor and slipped his hand into his pocket. </p>

<p>“Yieks” pidge responded with a slight smirk directed at lance “So who’s your guitarist?”</p>

<p>“Weirdly,” Lotor started discarding his cigarette into a water bucket “That would be an ex of mine, before I came out we were just experimenting” </p>

<p>“So what you’re saying is, I turned you gay” A new british voice said, the girl from before walked out from the stage area with a guitar case held on her back. She folded her arms and smirked at lotor </p>

<p>“More like I relised that, we’re both just too gay to be straight”</p>

<p>So she's into girls?</p>

<p>Shit why is her heart going so fast </p>

<p>“You took most of the gay, lets not forget that”</p>

<p>“Allura, this is pidge” keith said motioning the girl under his arm “That's lance” he said pointing at lance before he turned to look at romelle “And she’s romelle”</p>

<p>“The token single” lotor added which made romelle roll her eyes </p>

<p>“I’m just too good for anyone at our college” she responded before laughing slightly “But seriously, I don’t meet enough people”</p>

<p>“I dropped out of college, i much prefer the working life” allura said rolling her shoulders backwards “What do you study?”</p>

<p>“Can’t you tell, she’s an art student” Lance said motioning to what she was wearing making romelle roll her eyes again </p>

<p>“That’s a stereotype lance”</p>

<p>“Aww cute,I drew from time to time- just when i'm having a bad day really” Allura said rubbing her arm before getting an idea “Come with me for a sec,I’ll show you my sketch journal”</p>

<p>So she's one of those girls? </p>

<p>“Uh sure” Romelle replied following the girl, romelle quickly caught up to her- there wasn’t any security at events like this due to the bands not being huge or mainstream enough to have people trying to harass them. The female dressing room wasn’t in use at the moment so there wasn’t any issue of bumping into people. Allura reached into her bag and pulled out a leather bound book along with her phone. </p>

<p>“Sorry if they are kind of bad, i'm just a hobbyist” she said, passing the book to romelle. She looked at the book and felt it underneath her fingers for a second or two before opening it. </p>

<p>While it wasn’t the sort of stuff she was used to seeing in sketchbooks but the composition of the pages were amazing. She assumed the journal was more like a feelings book rather than some sort of art book</p>

<p>“Those are really cool, I love the way you have all of the pages layed out, that’s something I have been struggling with for a while so I think how you’ve done it is pretty cool” she said closing the book and passing it back to allura “I’d love to talk to you more about your journaling”</p>

<p>Allura looked at her for a second or two before processing what she had said and nodding, she got out a post it note from what looked like a diary and gave it to her. Romelle looked at the neon pink piece of paper with the cutesy handwriting. </p>

<p>Romelle quickly put the number in her phone and saved the contact </p>

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<p>“So what did you and allura talk about?” Lance asked, smirking at her as they walked back to the college site, he was holding a disposable cup of coffee that Lotor had bought him before he and Keith had gone back to their shared apartment. </p>

<p>“Just art” she shrugged</p>

<p>“Is that code for something”</p>

<p>“No we just talked about art, wheres pidge anyway”</p>

<p>“Spending the night with keith” </p>

<p>Romelle nodded “Wanna sleep over then?” </p>

<p>“As long as I can do you’re makeup again”</p>

<p>They both got out their student ID to scan at the door and then walked to the dorm building. Romelle got her keys out and opened the door, turned the lights on and put her bag down. Her coffee had gone cold by now so she took it to the sink and tipped it out, she quickly got herself into something she could sleep in before lance got to her room. </p>

<p>“Sharp shooter has arrived” He said opening her door, he was quite clearly wearing one of lotors shirts with a pair of shorts underneath<br /> “Make up is in the same place as always, I’m making hot cocoa”</p>

<p>“You know the way to my heart ro ro” he laughed sitting down on pidges bed and leaning back into her fort of pillows for a second or two before getting up and going to her cupboard. She didn’t have too big of a collection of makeup, she mainly only wore the basics everyday and only wore eye shadow when they went out for a proper night out. </p>

<p>Lance still knew way too much about makeup to make her look good.</p>

<p>Romelle brought the cup to him and put it on the nightstand, she kept hers in her hand so she could lightly sip at it while lance was taking breaks with make up. She got her laptop set up and found movie on netflix that they could just leave in the background</p>

<p>After having been watched so many times lance could recite the lines but it was the perfect background movie.</p>

<p>“You are doing one of the worst jobs hiding that hickey by the way” romelle said as lance started getting out her make up and putting it in the order he was going to use it in</p>

<p>“What hickey” He asked playing dumb opening up her primer and putting it on the cotton pad “I have no idea what you are talking about”</p>

<p>“It’s a huge purple mark on your neck, no matter how much concealer you put on it, I can see it” She said with a slight smirk, she didn’t want to move her face too much. Lance had complained to her before that if she moved her face when doing makeup it would crease and stuff. </p>

<p>“Fine we had a hot make-out session” he sighed focusing more on the makeup than her for a second “One thing led to another and … well you know the rest”</p>

<p>Romelle simply giggled at him “As long as you had fun, I guess”  she shrugged </p>

<p>“What about you and that allura girl, I saw the way you looked at her”</p>

<p>“I mean I just got her number, we just met I don’t think anything is going to happen straight away”</p>

<p>“Wow her number already, player”</p>

<p>“Oh hush hush.’” </p>

<p>“Im serious, that’s really good for you”</p>

<p>“Wow thanks”</p>

<p>When he had finally done her make-up they watched the end of the movie,took a few pictures with the make up and then lance dropped off the sleep. Romelle smiled at him and put the blanket over him before going to take the make-up off her face. </p>

<p>Once It was all off she walked back into the main room bit and checked her phone </p>

<p>Allura ❤️<br /> Hey It’s the girl from the concert, keith gave me the number, this is romelle right </p>

<p>Romelle looked down at her phone and smiled slightly, as if that girl had actually sought out her and her contact details- It’s probably just so they can talk about art but still that brought a slight smile to her </p>

<p>Hey! Yeah it’s romelle, how you doing after the concert you killed it BTW</p>

<p>She wasn’t expecting a quick response so she shut her laptop down and put her earphones in to listen to some music. She brushed her teeth, got a glass of water and got into bed </p>

<p>Allura ❤️<br /> Awwwwwwwww!!!! Thanks, I was kinda nervous TBH, I just moved to the area and keith herd me playing</p>

<p>Oh He’s my neighbour LOL that’s how we met</p>

<p>Romelle smiled preparing herself to probably stay up most of the night talking to this girl- probably not a bad thing</p>

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[nightingale63]

When I get you alone, babe!

A/N Enjoy! This will be a multi-chapter story: steamy like the midsummer night air, sweet as an Italian ice bought on the fairway, with twists and turns like an antique wooden rollercoaster, complete with side trips to the fun house, where illusion reigns supreme (and romance can sometimes get even steamier).This is of course somewhat AU, but McKinley is basically the same, as is Dalton. Rated T for language, and situations.I don't own Glee, or any name brands or songs that crop up here!

Yes, Rachel, I'm here now! See you in the choir room. Kurt snapped his phone shut . I'd actually get there faster if you didn't keep hounding me! he grumbled to himself. Yes, he was (checking the time) three whole minutes late, but what the hell! First day of junior year, and yes, he was impressed by her enthusiasm, but why did it also have to involve waking him up extra early?His phone vibrated again in his pocket as he strode down the halls of William McKinley High. I have coffee for you! He smiled at the text message, and decided he could forgive Rachel for this summons to a meeting.

He was almost there when he was violently shaken out of his reverie by a brutal body slam into the wall of lockers

"Hummel! Gay much? What the hell are you wearing, your granny's cologne?" Not waiting for an answer, Karofsky sauntered away with a sneer as Kurt slumped to a sitting position on the floor.

Damn! Kurt thought he'd remembered what those slams felt like, but the memory didn't compare at all to the painful original. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and looked up in surprise when he felt his shoulder being lightly tapped

"Hey! You OK?"

Kurt shook his head, took the hand extended to him, and stood up to greet… a stranger. "Uh, thanks. I'll be all right." He looked, and was pretty sure he'd never seen this guy before. He wasn't someone he would have expected help from, for sure: whoever this was, in his black skinny jeans with a black rock band shirt (who the hell were Freelance Whales?), motorcycle boots, heavy silver chains dangling from his jeans and jacket in odd places, with slicked black hair, looked scarier than Puckerman.

"Good. Later!" The stranger flashed a gorgeous smile at Kurt, and then turned to go the other way down the long hallway.

"Yeah. Later." Kurt whispered. He smiled at the retreating form of the mystery boy. He'd barely seen his face at all. Kurt wished he'd looked at his face instead of his clothes

"Kurt! Come on! Your coffee will get cold!" Rachel scurried down the hall, looking for Kurt, her patience wearing thin as she waited to get their glee strategy meeting started. "Artie, Mike, and Tina are already there!" Rachel stopped to look at Kurt, noticing he looked a little stunned. Seeing no evidence of a slushie attack, her brows furrowed as she tried to figure out what was up with her friend. "Where's Finn?"

Kurt went along down the hall with her, as Rachel had gripped his arm, leading him to the choir room. 

"Rachel." She looked at him, opening the door. "I know my way, you know. You don't have to lead me around like some kind of frantic seeing eye dog!" He was about to launch into a snarky remark about Finn not living in his back pocket when Rachel handed him a cup from the Lima Bean. He took his first sip, pure heaven, and looked down at Rachel, whose eyes suddenly brightened: Finn had slipped in just behind them. "Sorry, Rach, you didn't deserve that. And thank you so much for getting me this."

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Kurt was glad Mike was in his honors English class. It was right before lunch, and they both had the same lunch period, which meant he wouldn't have to go alone to the caf to find the glee club table. They'd chatted about the heavy reading list, gotten out their lunches (neither one of them liked the school food) and settled in to wait for more friends to join them at a table outside.

"I said get away from my stuff!" 

Their heads snapped at the very angry,very loud voice a few tables away, on the outside rim of the enclosed courtyard. Kurt recognized the boy who was yelling: the stranger from this morning..

"Hey! it was an honest mistake, all right? My bag looks just like yours. Sorry!"

 Mike recognized the boy who was backing away fast, Justin Mara, from his AP Bio class.

"Maybe we need to make them look a little more different, asshole!" Justin watched fearfully as the boy reached to throw something at him, and Kurt and Mike were horrified to hear the thunk of a knife thrown with great force at the bag, right in front of Justin's chest.Kurt looked on, terrified. 

Slushies and getting slammed were routine occurrences at McKinley, as was the occasional trip into a dumpster. But knives? He hadn't seen anyone with one at this school, let alone witnessed one being thrown like that. The jocks clustered at the table near where Justin had been standing just sat there, mouths opened wide, as Justin fled without another word. They moved away a bit as the boy sat at the table next to them that Justin had just vacated.Finn and Brittany sat down next to Kurt, as Mike leaned over, saying, "I'm going to go check on Justin. Catch you later, Kurt."

"Everything OK, Kurt? You, um, don't look too good right now." Finn frowned at Mike's retreating form

."Fine. I'm fine. You didn't see anything, did you?" Kurt glanced over to where the new boy was calmly eating his lunch. He really wanted to get a better look, but brought his gaze back to Finn.

"No! What? Did I miss something?

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"Porcelain!"

Kurt turned, sighing, ready to see what Coach Sue Sylvester wanted this time. The first glee meeting had gone about like he'd thought it would; Mr. Schue had weird ideas to increase their numbers, Rachel wanted to start planning right away for Sectionals (and of course had songs picked out); not much singing this first day. He was tired; ready to go home, thirsty, hot

."Yes?"

"I'm hoping you've reconsidered your ill-advised decision from last year. You know you want back in."

Kurt could only shake his head. "Ah, Coach Sylvester, by the way, the name is Kurt, and I think I'm going to say no to what I can only assume is your invitation to re-join the Cheerios."

Sue's eyes narrowed as she considered the teen in front of her. 

"You're making a mistake, Porcelain, but I'm sure you'll come around. I've got some numbers planned out for you, and you know you loved it." She smirked at Kurt. 

"See Becky to get your measurements re-done; looks like you've grown some since last year."

Kurt rolled his eyes. He knew his measurements in detail; how else to create his own fashions? As if he'd let Sue's minion put a tape measure anywhere on his body! He had, in fact, enjoyed some aspects of his time in the Cheerios quite a lot, but he really didn't have time for this. He smiled at Sue sweetly. "Bye Coach." 

He was almost giddy at the Coach's look of frustration as he walked away from her. 

Glee let out almost as late as the sports practices today, and he headed towards his beloved Navigator in the nearly deserted student parking lot. Kurt's mind was preoccupied with anticipating getting home, getting rehydrated, and maybe vegging out with reruns of Project Runway.

"Nice ride." 

Kurt blanched as the new kid from earlier today suddenly came up behind him.

"Thanks." 

He had no idea what to say, and this throat was instantly dry, noting that he was completely alone with this guy – who'd been nice, friendly even, this morning, and then revealed himself to be a scary, knife-throwing nut at lunch.

"You all right?" 

The guy was looking at him with concern. Kurt relaxed a little. He certainly didn't look like a threat, for now.

"Yes! Fine!" 

Why was he here? Kurt decided to try talking to him as he were any other new student. He was glad for an excuse to look at the boy's face. "My name's Kurt."

"Blaine. Blaine Anderson." 

Kurt saw his face light up with a smile. And those eyes – he had hazel eyes framed by long lashes, topped with black triangular eyebrows. Why, Kurt wondered, did he look so damned amused? Had he done anything funny? How did someone dressed like such a fashion disaster manage to look so amazingly hot?"You're new here, aren't you?" he managed to say, congratulating himself on not slipping into his highest register.

"Yup," Blaine said. "Moved here this summer. I'm a junior."

Well, Kurt thought, this conversation was going surprisingly normally. If you can call normal having a conversation with a guy in goth-meets-biker gear who throws knives when he gets pissed normal. Somehow he didn't feel like he was in any danger, and part of his mind wondered why that should be so. 

"Junior. Me too." Brilliant, Kurt, he thought to himself. He must have paused too long, as he noticed Blaine started to speak again.

"Well, Kurt. Nice to know the name that goes with the face. See you around!" With that, Blaine nodded in a friendly way in Kurt's direction as he started towards his motorcycle parked further out.

"Right! See you tomorrow. I guess." Kurt watched him walk away for a moment before getting his keys out. Damn! Maybe those pants at least weren't a fashion disaster. Not on him anyway. OK! he thought, enough! I don't even want to know what would happen if he caught me staring at him in those skin tight jeans!

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Blaine pulled into the driveway of the little house he and his mom had moved into a couple of weeks ago. Her family in the area had all offered to take them in, but she'd gently turned them all down, preferring instead to move into their own place a couple of weeks before the semester started. It was smaller than he was used to, but he liked it more: his parents' fights, which alternated with periods of uncomfortable chilliness, had been hard to be around. Much as he'd hated the idea of them divorcing, he couldn't help but see that his mom actually seemed more relaxed now.

Letting himself in, he dumped his bag into his room and shed his outfit in what his mom would describe as the messiest way possible: jacket, shirt, socks, chains, exploding all over the room. He did use care however, with his knives and holsters, laying them out on the top of his dresser. He didn't regret losing the one he'd thrown at lunchtime: he grimaced for a moment, musing that it was a worthy investment. The table full of jocks? They hadn't said a word, including the Neanderthal who'd pushed that boy into the locker first thing this morning.

Blaine peeled off his sweaty socks, leaving them unceremoniously on the floor, as he loped over to the shower. He'd waited after school, so long he thought maybe he'd missed him, but had been glad to find that he hadn't: he'd wanted to stay to make sure the beautiful boy from the morning made it to his car without getting bullied again. Kurt. He'd seemed nervous, but when he'd finally smiled – wow. Blaine made a mental note to ask Justin about him later tonight

.A/N: So, badboy!Blaine ... consider yourselves introduced, dear readers. I will update again soon, and would welcome any feedback, comments, speculation 

This is the first chapter, written so long ago, in a fic I wrote that is now on Chapter 117. Check it out if you’re in the mood for a long fic...

…https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8315415/1/When-I-get-you-alone-babe

[seochangbean]

SAGE HANEUL LEHN   ★ 07.10.99 ★ "SAGE”

Barista, Student, Dancer, Self-Employed (Detailed Below) 

personality ― ★ )  esfj / chaotic good / type 3 (the achiever) / image-conscious / adaptable / driven /  energetic / ambitious / poised / charitable / exhibitionist / jealous / reckless / devious / loyal / sensitive / clingy / sociable / impulsive / too needy / too selfless / loving / materialistic 

likes ― ★ ) hot chocolate / disney movies / pillow forts / praise / validation / public displays of affection / cuddling / mint chocolate chip ice cream / vanilla lattes / cloud watching / dancing / whiskey / small diners / sweet foods / dungeons and dragons / video games / people watching / candles / rain showers / playing in puddles / good sex / cute boys / poetry / reading / flirting / conspiracy theories / being wanted + needed 

dislikes ― ★ ) seafood / his parents / needles / the dark / getting scared / horror movies / liars / bad tinder dates / being late / heights / roller coasters / homophobics / being judged / being criticized / arguments / sudden loud noises / facial hair / trivia (he’s terrible at it) / swimming (he never learned how) 

appearance whatnot ― ★ ) 5′7 / naturally black hair dyed blonde / green or grey circle lenses / button ups with skinny jeans / chunky sweaters / pastels / combat boots / perfectly styled hair 

quirks & habits ― ★ ) changes his hair whenever he gets bored / interjects into stories to offer up facts he knows / uses pet names / talks to himself when nervous / nervous laughs / plays with his hair / plays with other people’s hair / talks loud / overall loud af / swears when it is the least appropriate time 

aesthetics ― ★ )  late night strolls / hot chocolate by a warm fire / pillow forts / staying up late and exchanging secrets / soft pillows / vanilla scents / bubble baths / lofi music / messy hair / small tattoos / cozy apartments / glittering lights / dyed hair / ripped jeans / stolen glances / pencil drumming / handwritten love letters / cherry lollipops / 

background ― ★ )  

tw: mentions of homophobia, camming 

Sage Lehn is the son of two wealthy Korean Immigrants. His father is a well known plastic surgeon with a practice in Boston (he would commute from Salem), while his wife owns a popular restaurant with her hands in pretty much every committee a person could get involved in - from the HOA to the PTA. They had four children that they held to high standards. The four Lehn children were sent to language school every Sunday, and were subjected to a variety of lessons in music, dance, manners, and other assorted behaviors that the Lehns thought would be beneficial to their children. 

The Lehn’s goals for their children was simple. Get good grades, become a doctor, a lawyer, or a politician. They weren’t really asking for much, in their opinion. They were the kinds of parents that loved bragging about how well their children were doing at parties and proving that their children were the best. 

Sage was sent to the best schools money could buy. He went to private school in Boston, and from an early age developed a sense of independence because he was responsible for getting himself on the train and to and from school because his parents didn’t have time to take him themselves. He was usually accompanied by one of his siblings, of course, but the train was still a dangerous place for a kid. 

At age thirteen, he started to realize how different he was from his siblings. While all of his siblings had been in relationships at that point, he had not. He was coming to terms with the fact that, rather then wanting to date girls like his brothers, his eyes had always been on boys. Namely, his best friend’s much older brother. His heart would always beat faster when he was in the room, he couldn’t help it. 

He tried confiding in his mother about this, having told her everything else. He asked if it was normal for guys to like guys instead of girls, and the response he received was not what he had been hoping for. Being gay was disgusting, his mother said, and pointedly told him that she would not be accepting of having a gay son. 

So he decided that he wouldn’t be gay. Like that is a thing that a person could really decide. 

This involved a lot of attempting to ignore his obvious feelings for guys and try dating girls. All of these relationships crashed and burned because Sage just couldn’t become interested in them. 

Finally, he gave in and dated a boy for the first time. And it was like letting a large part of himself out of prison for the first time. He was seventeen at the start of this relationship, and as secretive as he tried to be .... his parents found out shortly following his graduation from high school. They cut him off and kicked him out, leaving him on his own. 

His boyfriend’s parents were accepting and allowed for him to move in with them. The first couple months of this arrangement were nice, but being rejected by his parents the way he had caused for Sage to go through some emotional struggles that caused for him to lash out at his then-boyfriend. Realizing he wasn’t in a good place, he broke things off and moved out. 

He answered a want ad on craigslist for a roommate, and he quickly discovered that adulthood was difficult. He grew up  with a silver spoon in his mouth, and was used to getting whatever it was he wanted. Even living with his boyfriend, he didn’t have to worry about much because he had a roof over his head and food to eat. Now living on his own, he began struggling to put food onto the table. 

He got a job as a barista at a local coffee shop, but quickly learned that rent is expensive. He could get the very basic of bills paid but as for food on the table? He was lucky if he could afford instant noodles. He missed being able to buy himself nice things, let alone eat real food. 

It was a late night with his roommate that gave him the idea on just how he could make a living for himself without being so fucking poor all the time. Well, his roommate suggested becoming a stripper. But the idea of complete strangers being able to touch him was repulsive. He’d been to gay bars, he’d seen some of the weirdos that went to those kinds of places. 

Camming, on the other hand, seemed safer. It turned out there was a market for it, since there was a large gay / curious community and mostly girls in camming. It made him quick money, and he was able to return to the comfortable lifestyle he was accustomed to. 

He’s traded up from the shitty apartment with his former-roommate to a nicer apartment with his childhood best friend. His former-roommate and his best friend are the only ones that are aware of the secret as to where his money comes from. As far as everyone else knows, he just does really well for himself as a barista. Admitting to what he actually does is truly the most humiliating thing to him.... but the pay keeps him from stopping. Will probably die if someone he knows finds out. 

existing connections ― ★ ) artemis campbell - has had a crush on him since he was in middle school 

needed connections ― ★ ) his best friend (artemis’ younger brother), ex boyfriends, people that know his secret, enemies, rivals, dance buddies, pretty much everything 

#amxrp #hi meet sage #he's edgy #please love him

[dreamingoffairys]

Teardrops & Coffee Chapter 8 (Stingue)

Okay, okay, I know, I know. You're all screaming at me. I'm aware I've sucked at keeping an update schedule. I'm totally awful I'm sooo sorry. The good news is I got a lot of new ideas now, so updates will be faster by a lot! (HUUUGE THANK YOU TO @little-miss-heartfillia WHO HELPED ME GET INSPIRED! THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO YOU!)

In case you forgot what happened last time, Rogue asked Sting out for dinner, so this is going to be their... "date", if you can call it that, heehee...

Speaking of the previous chapters! PLEASE RE-READ CHAPTER 6 UNLESS THIS IS YOUR FIRST TIME READING THROUGH THIS FIC! I edited a bunch of stuff there because before it was far too dramatic and over-the-top for a mutual pining college au fanfic.

Okay I'm done babbling now! I hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter, and I realllly hope it was worth the wait (it's over 4k words just for you guys!). 

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Sting's hands won’t stop sweating. He adjusts the collar of his dress shirt for the fifth time, still wondering if it is a bad idea to wear pink. He is also wearing eyeliner, which makes his deep blue irises pop, however gives him an edge. The gel in his hair is a bit shiny, which ends up also being a cause for concern. In fact, everything in Sting’s outfit is stressing him out. He has to look perfect for his first date with the guy of his dreams… Well, first not-date-that-is-probably-a-date. But that’s close enough for Sting. He is willing to take whatever he can get with Rogue.

He nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of a knock on his door, adjusting his collar one final time before dashing to get it. He throws open the door, beaming and trying to hide his extreme nerves. “H-Hi Rogue! R-Right on time, I see!” Sting laughs nervously, hoping that Rogue didn’t notice Sting isn’t ready.

Rogue smiles back politely. He is dressed in a black collared shirt with a gray sweater vest over it, his hair tied back into a neat ponytail. Sting’s knees were ready to melt from underneath him: Rogue really does dress like one of those stereotypical hot nerds.

Rogue looks at Sting with kind eyes, “You look really nice.”

“Th-Thanks,” Sting laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was worried the pink would be a little bit...much...but uh...I did it anyways.” Why can’t I ever stop talking around him? I keep making a fool of myself!

“I think it suits you,” Rogue compliments Sting with ease. Sting has to replay Rogue’s words three times in his head before comprehending him, nodding quickly as a hot blush spreads across his cheeks. However, the soaring movement his heart made drops when Rogue speaks up again, “However...where are your shoes?”

Sting looks down at his feet and finds only the cuff of his crisp skinny jeans and one white sock. The shy blush turns to embarrassment, holding in a yelp as he rushes back into the dorm room, “Ah! Sorry! I somehow...forgot! Be right back!” Dying of shame, Sting pulls on his shoes and left sock and rushes back out to meet Rogue. “S-Sorry.”

Rogue laughs, “Not a problem.” He takes a step back, “After you.”

Sting exits his dorm room and shuts the door, shaking slightly with every step. They walk in silence for a long moment, the hallways filled with tiny bits of noise that keep it from being too awkward. However, once they reach the elevator and the doors close, the quiet is no longer acceptable. Sting knows he has to make his move. “So, where exactly are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” Rogue replies with a smug smile, wanting to keep Sting in the dark for as long as possible.

“Oh, okay, cool,” Sting nods, heart sinking. Shit. There goes my conversation topic. What do I do now? Quick! Think of something! “Uhm...you look really uhm…” Fuck… “...fantastic.” Does that sound too gay? Shit! I should’ve said uh...no...that wouldn’t have been much better either.

Rogue laughs, smiling with his teeth, “Thanks. You do too. I really like the eyeliner. It makes your eyes really stand out.”

“That’s what I was going for,” Sting says hastily, trying to hide another round of blushing. He runs his fingers through his gelled hair, hopefully not messing it up. The door to the elevator finally opens with a loud DING, and Sting watches as Rogue exits without fault. Sting tries to copy him, but instead stumbles over his own feet. He laughs to himself out of nerves, hoping Rogue didn’t see. Thankfully, he didn’t...either that, or he just pretended not to notice for Sting’s pride’s sake.

Rogue leads Sting out to his car, climbing into the driver’s seat, then waiting with a smile as Sting sits shotgun. “Music, Sting?” Rogue asks, reaching for the stereo. “I’ve got mostly classical, but if you’d like something else, I’ve got an AUX cord for your phone…”

“N-No, classical is fine!” Sting stammers, despite not liking classical much. His music taste is pop that good for dancing to or scream singing at the top of his lungs. Not very attractive. So instead, he leans back against the seat and listens to a song with some string instruments as Rogue drove them down the road to wherever they were going. The car ride is awkwardly silent, but Rogue didn’t seem to mind, smiling and listening to the music with a small smile.

Finally, Rogue pulls up in front of an Italian restaurant, one known for being nice without being too expensive. Rogue parks, turning to Sting with that cute little smile again. “This okay?”

“It’s perfect!” Sting says in a rush, starting to unbuckle his seatbelt. “I’ve never been here but I’ve heard good things about it.”

Rogue steps out of the car, then moves to Sting’s door. He offers Sting his hand, and the blond takes it, blushing brightly. “I’m glad then that I get to take you for the first time.”

The two of them approach the double glass doors of the restaurant, Rogue holding the door for Sting yet again, making Sting feel kind of like a dick. Rogue is being quite the gentleman, and what’d he done? Showed up to the door with no shoes, tripped over himself, didn’t make very good conversation…he really didn’t deserve Rogue.

“Table for two?” asks the hostess, grabbing two menus.

“Yes, please,” Rogue replies, smiling at Sting. Sting’s heart skips a beat. He’s so handsome.

The hostess nods, “Right this way.” She leads them through the restaurant, giving Sting a moment to take in their surroundings. The smooth marble floor, etched wood walls, lots of flowers, soft jazzy piano music, candle-like lighting…it felt very romantic. This had to be a date…right?

They reach a polished table with two plush red booths on either side, the table tucked in a corner away from most of the noise. The hostess sets down the menus on the table, and Sting and Rogue slide into the booth across from each other. “Your server will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you,” says Sting, trying to be polite since so far he’s been nothing but an annoyance.

Once she leaves, Rogue’s attention turns to Sting. He doesn’t even open his menu, watching as Sting opens his and starts to scour the specials. “Sting?”

“Hm?” Sting hums, eyeing a fancy-sounding sandwich. Grilled tomato, chèvre, thyme baguette… What the hell is chèvre? How do you even pronounce that? Is there even meat in this damn thing?

“Are you willing to let me surprise you with something?” Rogue drums his fingers on the polished table. “There’s something here I really enjoy, and I think you’d like it too.”

Sting looks over the menu, giving up on the stupid chèvre thing, and meets Rogue’s eyes. “Oh yeah? What is it?”

“Like I said, it’s a surprise.” Rogue’s eyes twinkle playfully. “Do you trust me? I promise it’s not gross.”

Sting bites his lip in thought. Rogue didn’t know his food preferences all that well, so maybe it wouldn’t be something Sting would like… But on the flipside, if this is a date, and getting something together would be really romantic. “Uhhhh…”

Rogue chuckles softly, “Is that a yes?”

“You know what, what the hell,” Sting says, closing his menu and dropping it onto the table, cringing at the sound. “Might as well take a risk.”

“Great,” Rogue smiles. “You don’t have any allergies, right?”

“Just bees,” Sting says immediately without thinking. He watches as a smug smile starts to spread across Rogue’s face as he tries to hold back laughter. “What?!”

“Your name is Sting, and you’re allergic to bees?” Rogue snickers.

“Trust me, I’m aware of the irony,” Sting rolls his eyes. “I prefer to associate my name with like…the sword from Lord of the Rings, or the band from the guy that used to be with The Police.”

“You keep surprising me more and more,” Rogue rests his chin on the palm of his hand. “I’m glad you and I are both nerdy people. I don’t know if I’d be able to stand you if you hated Lord of the Rings.”

“To be totally honest, I haven’t read the books,” Sting admits. “I started reading Fellowship and then there was like 60 fucking pages about the Sackville Bagginses or whatever and I got so bored and confused.”

Rogue laughs, “Yeah, the beginning of Fellowship is a real headache. Although the book does have some things the movies don’t that are fascinating.”

A young woman with purple hair walks up to them, holding a notepad. “Hi, my name is Laki, and I’ll be your waitress for tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?”

“Hey, Laki,” Rogue smiles. “I’ll take an iced tea.”

“Uhh…” Sting feels himself flush. He hadn’t gotten a chance to look at the drink menu, since Rogue had said he is going to order for both of them. “Err..what kind of drinks do you have?”

Laki smiles, but Sting still feels bad for asking. “Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Lemonade, Iced Tea, Raspberry Iced Tea-”

“I’ll just take a Coke,” Sting says hastily, not wanting to put the poor waitress through any more. “Thank you.”

Rogue looks at her, “Is it alright if we place our order now too? We’ll do the the Double Special.”

“Of course,” she smiles, jotting that down. “All set. I’ll be back with those drinks.” She turns and walks away, her heels clicking on the floor.

Sting flushes. A nice restaurant, alone with Rogue, sharing a meal… He had to ask, he had to know, he couldn’t sit here in confusion for any longer… He’s going to tell Rogue that he-

“So, Sting,” Rogue asks, cutting into Sting’s thoughts, not noticing Sting’s mental turmoil. “I was wondering something. You, of course, told me about your mom...but what about your dad? Do you get along with him?”

Sting starts for a moment, not prepared for Rogue to say anything. For a moment he mentally screams at himself for not speaking quickly enough, but then he registers the question in his head and feels a lot better. ‘This I can do! I love talking about my dad…’ Sting grins at Rogue happily, “Yeah! My dad’s the best. He’s super supportive of me, and he’s always been so much fun. We’ve played card games together since I was old enough to understand them, he taught me sports and a lot of stuff about computers, and we used to fix up the house together.” Sting feels a nostalgic smile cross his face. “Yeah...I love him a lot. Without him, I’d be so lost...he’s always been there for me, no matter what bullshit I was dealing with, you know?”

Rogue’s cheeks are lightly dusted with pink, eyes glued on Sting’s face. “That’s really wonderful. What kind of card games did you play?”

Sting rubs the back of his neck and looks away, embarrassed. “Errrr...well I mean, this was when I was a kid, but…I was...really into Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh.”

Rogue chuckles softly, “No need to be shy about it. Gajeel loved Pokemon too, though he’ll never admit it.” Rogue shrugs, “I read books more than I played games, but I played a little Pokemon with him. My favorite was always...I think its name is Umbreon?”

“The Dark Type Eeveelution,” Sting blurts out, then turns redder. “Uhm...b-but yeah, that’s right.” He looks down at his lap, his ears burning. Oh, damn. Now I look like a child.

Rogue laughs a bit louder, “Yeah, that one. Which one was your favorite?”

Sting shifts in his seat, anxiety clawing at his throat. Why is this making him so nervous? “Dratini… It’s so cute, and so is Dragonair, and then Dragonite is really strong…” He blushes darker. “Yeah…”

“Here’s your drinks,” Laki walks up to the table and sets down their drinks and their waters. “Your food will be out shortly. Anything else you need?”

Courage. The ability to flirt. Some answers. “Err, nope!” Sting laughs. “I’m all good.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Rogue smiles at her, and she nods and walks away.

Sting’s chest feels tight. Here’s another chance. “S-So…” he manages to say, then shuts his mouth as the panic sets in. ‘I...I can’t do it. I can’t ask. If he says no it’ll be so embarrassing...especially with everything he’s told me…!’

“So?” Rogue replies, that smile still on his face, but this time the look is more than just polite. There’s admiration in his eyes, warm and kind, enjoying himself in Sting’s presence.

Sting studies Rogue’s face. Fuck. His one visible shining red eye, his silky black hair, that warm smile… Rogue almost seems like he’s glowing. Sting had to ask him. He had to tell Rogue how he felt. He couldn’t afford to lose this...Rogue is too special.

And so….he takes a deep breath, and blurts out, “Rogue, is this a date?”

Sting’s heart leaps into his throat. He actually said it! After all this time of nerves and shit, and he’d just blurted it out effortlessly! Why had he been so afraid before?

He watches as Rogue’s mouth curls into a wider smile, a blush on his cheeks. He still looks like he’s glowing...how beautiful . “Of course it is. I really have fallen for you, Sting. You’re my everything. I’d love to date you.”

“You would?” Sting squeaks, his heart pounding. ‘Ohgod it’s happening-!’

“Huh?” Rogue looks at Sting in confusion, his voice sounding different all of a sudden, the glow completely gone, “I would what?”

It is then that Sting realized he’d completely imagined that scenario. Thanks to his nerves, he’d started daydreaming about what he wished could happen. He sighs, feeling ashamed and deflated. “Nevermind…” he mumbles, reaching up for his drink and sipping it. The bubbles tickle his tongue, and the sweetness is almost overpowering.

When Rogue frowns, Sting feels like his heart shatters. “Are you sure..? It seemed like what you wanted to say was important…”

“Forget it,” Sting takes another sip of his drink, then forces a smile. “I just forgot what I was gonna say. It’s not a big deal.”

Rogue drinks a bit of iced tea, then sighs softly. “If you say so…”

Sting bites his lip, but before he can try and make up something to ease Rogue’s worries (or at least thank him for being concerned), Laki walks over with a covered tray. She smiles at them both, setting the platter onto the table and uncovering it, revealing a huge bowl of pasta accompanied by two pieces of garlic bread. “Carbonara for two?”

Sting has no idea what the heck carbonara is, but it looks tasty, and the smell makes his stomach growl. He pushes aside the fact that they’re splitting a bowl just like in the romantic movies for a moment and instead leans forward to smell it.

Rogue smiles up at Laki, still looking at Sting out of the corner of his eye. “Thank you so much.”

“Enjoy,” Laki replies, then walks away, her heels clicking on the fancy floor.

“Sooo...what exactly is it?” Sting asks, grabbing his garlic bread first. “I mean, besides pasta, obviously.”

Rogue grabs his fork and twirls it. “Carbonara is a pasta dish with egg, pecorino romano cheese, pork, and pepper.” He lifts it up towards his mouth and grins. “And it’s one of my favorites.”

Sting makes a mental note of that as Rogue takes a bite: spaghetti, egg, some cheese, pepper, and pork...okay! He takes a big bite of his garlic bread, then sits it back down on the plate. “Sounds delicious.” He grabs his own fork and twirls it the way Rogue did (or at least, attempts to, as he has do it a couple times before getting it right) and then lifts it to his mouth and takes a huge bite. He feels like his taste buds are exploding as a wonderful flavor touches his tongue. “Mmmm…oh man, that’s-” Suddenly realizing he is talking with his mouth full, he blushes and swallows hard. “Ahem. It’s really good.”

Rogue laughs, and Sting realizes he isn’t grossed out by his bad manners. “Isn’t it? It’s fairly easy to make, too. There’s some really easy recipes online. I’ve made it a couple of times just in the dorm kitchen. I always ended up splitting it with people because they all loved it so much, haha.”

I would love to try yours… Sting thinks dreamily. If there is one thing that he loved more than attractive guys, it is attractive guys who could cook. Instead of voicing that thought, he shoves more of the pasta into his mouth, relieved that he now had an excuse to be quiet. He’d already chickened out twice on asking Rogue if this is a date...maybe a little bit of silence to think would help.

Rogue twists the pasta around his fork slowly, that same endearing smile still on his lips. “I’m glad you like it. I was a bit worried you wouldn’t care for it and then wouldn’t have a good time. A risk I’m glad I took, I suppose.”

But why did you take it? Sting wonders silently. Is it because it’s a date and you wanted to be romantic? Or were you trying to impress me or something? Because you don’t have to...I was impressed the moment I laid eyes on you. In comparison, I’m kind of a nobody… If anything, I should be working on impressing you.

For a moment, Sting could’ve sworn he saw Rogue blush, but it fades as soon as it appeared. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to keep talking at you while you were trying to eat.”

Sting swallows and finally finds his voice right as Rogue takes another bite. “Rogue, you’re fine. I like hearing what you have to say. You’re interesting, and funny.” Wow, that was stupid.

Rogue coughs slightly, then swallows his pasta. “You think so?” Sting nods quickly in response, and Rogue reaches for his iced tea. “Thanks, Sting. I appreciate it.”

Sting blushes again. “Mhm!” he manages to say with a mouth full of pasta, then scarfs more down.

The two of them are then silent until the plate is completely clear, both of them having ate their fill on pasta and bread. Their drinks are almost empty as well, as they are both broke college students and don’t like being wasteful.

Eventually, Laki comes with the check. “Here’s your bill,” she says, placing it on the edge of the table. “Thank you so much for dining with us tonight.”

As she walks away, Rogue reaches for the check holder, and Sting has to scramble, “W-Wait, shouldn’t we split the bill?”

Rogue looks Sting right in the eyes, “Well...I thought I’d pay, since I invited you…”

Sting’s heart skips a beat. He isn’t quite sure how the whole stupid, heteronormative “the man pays to be a gentleman on the first date” thing works for gay couples, but to him this seemed like Rogue is implying it is a date. Should I ask…? Say that if he considers it a date he can pay? Or would it be nice to offer to pay for myself? What do I do?

“Uhhhhmmm…” is all Sting can bring himself to say, his palms starting to sweat. He watches helplessly as Rogue reads the bill, then slips their debit card into the check holder and places it back on the edge of the table. Too late now…

He finds that he feels guilty about it when Laki picks it back up to swipe the card, so he mumbles out, “I can pay you back…”

“No,” Rogue leans forward a bit. “There’s no need, Sting. It’s my treat.”

What does that MEAN? Sting screams mentally, but has no time to ask because Laki returns at that exact moment. Damn! It seemed like the whole damn world is against him getting to speak his mind.

Rogue retrieves his debit card, then stands up and looks at Sting. “Ready to go?”

“Where?” Sting asks, joining Rogue on his feet. Realizing that was a stupid question (aka, one that implied they were going somewhere other than back to the dorms), Sting quickly tacks on, “A-Ah, sorry, I’m tired.”

“Actually, I was thinking we could take a walk in the nearby park?” Rogue suggests as they walk out of the restaurant together. “It’s a nice night, and I wanted to talk to you for a little bit longer.”

“About…?” Sting asks, having trouble breathing. The world felt like it was spinning underneath his feet, and he swore Rogue could hear his heart beating.

Instead of answering, Rogue leads Sting down the block to a nice park with a sparkling water fountain, beautiful rose bushes, carved wooden benches, and a few tall oak trees. The ground underneath their feet is brown and red patterned stone, but nearby are numerous patches of soft green grass dotted with wildflowers starting to close for the night. The cool night air blows Sting and Rogue’s hair in front of their faces, and the light of the setting sun bathes them in a soft gold glow. The water of the fountain reflects the pink, orange sky streaked with thin white clouds, almost like something out of a painting.

All of Sting’s nerves vanish. There is nothing to interrupt them now. The moment is so...perfect. It feels like something out of a romance movie...a love confession at sunset in front of a fountain, surrounded by roses...yes. He felt certain now that this is a date, and that any moment now, Rogue is going to confess his feelings for Sting. Finally, the uncertainty, the fear, the nerves, the anxiety...it will all come to an end.

“Sting.” Rogue’s hair blows away from his face, showing off both of his narrow, shining red eyes, looking at Sting with admiration. “I wanted to tell you something.”

Sting’s heart beats a mile a minute, and he’s sure there’s a stupid, lovesick grin on his face. “Y-Yeah...what is it?”

Rogue opens his mouth when suddenly his phone buzzes in his pocket. Rogue groans and digs his hand into his pocket, “Dammit, hold on a second.” Frowning, Rogue pulls his phone out and looks at it. Sting watches as Rogue’s face goes from annoyed to shocked, then texts something quickly. “Shit. Shit shit shit !” He looks up at Sting, concern written all over his face. “I…I’m so sorry, I have to go. Right now. Thanks for coming, I had fun, I’ll see you soon!”

With that, Rogue shoves his phone into his pocket and takes off down the sidewalk.

Sting’s heart shatters. “W-WAIT, ROGUE, HOLD ON-! YOU DROVE ME HERE!” he screams, starting to chase after him. He suddenly realizes he has no idea where Rogue went, and by the time he remembers what street they came from, it’s too late… Rogue’s car speeds by the sidewalk, way over the speed limit, and disappears around the corner.

Tears fill Sting’s eyes as emotions flood through him all at once. Heartbreak, anger, desperation...until it all finally resolves in pure, unrestrained hysteria. “FUCK YOU, ROGUE!” he screams, stomping his foot like a child throwing a tantrum. “YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”

Sobbing uncontrollably, Sting storms back over towards the fountain, his legs too weak to stand for much longer. As he collapses onto a bench, he realizes everything around him that once seemed so perfect and beautiful looks absolutely sickening now. The roses slowly closing seem to taunt him, as if reminding him that all good things must eventually come to an end. The sound of the sparkling water fountain as it bubbles and spills into the basin sounds like his tears splashing down his cheeks. The tall oak trees bend and creak in the wind, as if mocking his own fragile state. Even the sunset, once romantic and hopeful, now fades into black.

Defeated and drowning, Sting puts his head in his hands and curls into himself. He sits there too broken to move until the final beam of sunlight disappears from the sky, then picks himself up and takes the long walk of shame home, swallowed up by the night.

#my writing #ftfanfic #ftfanfics #ftlgbtales #stingue #stingro #sting x rogue #sabertooth guild #gaybertooth #mlm #fairy tail #fairy tail fanfic #mlm fanfic #teardrops & coffee #tdc chapter 8 #stingue fanfic #rogue cheney #sting eucliffe

[ihateboys]

do all the lesbian asks queen please

ALL OF THEM omfg only because u said please... ilyFemme or butch? - femme :)Do you have a “type”? If so, describe it- i have answered this so many times and i’m embarrassed Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?- i don’t own any leather jackets i would like to but i like flannels too. as an around the house thing or a tie around waist accessory... femme flannel Describe your style- i don’t know! i’m trying to wear more colours lately but i’m a bit boring since most of the time i wear work clothes :( on weekends i guess a little 90s? grunge mixed w cordelia chase? lots of chunky boots and baggy t shirts w pencil skirts and skinny jeans Describe your aesthetic- im a gemini Favorite article of clothing?- is my new handbag clothing. if not thennnnnn hmm.. my new banksia(?) print skirt Favorite pair of shoes?- my silver heel chelsea boots Current haircut?- platinum blonde with a fringe, just below armpit length !! Any haircut goals for the future?- i’ve been maintaining this and growing the length for over a year now i love stability Describe the best date you’ve been on- i went on so many dates with my ex gf they just sort of blend together after a while lol ! Describe the worst date you’ve been on- ppl who have been following me for more than like a month or two know who the crazy sagittarius bitch is............... she couldn’t talk about anything apart from how much she wanted to fuck me and all the ways she was going to do it and i had met her like half an hour before..... LITERALLY SO BAD you all know alreadySingle? Taken?- very single If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!If single, what are you looking for in a potential girlfriend/wife?- someone grownup, emotionally mature, fun, has lots of things to talk about like me, not a pushover but doesn’t boss me around, taller and more masc than meDescribe your dream wedding- a good party. good music. not too many people! i’m wearing the most beautiful dress anyone has ever seen Do you want kids?- yes i want 4 If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?- right now, where i’m about to move to! in the future i don’t know! Favorite lesbian movie?- eh.. but i’m a cheerleader i guess.. Favorite lesbian novel/story?- the miseducation of cameron post or leah on the offbeat (bi)Favorite lesbian song?- girls by rita ora Favorite lesbian musician?- young ma What lesbian stereotypes do you fit into, if any?- butch/femme, no father figure, ? don’t know Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal?- yes by old people If a woman wanted to woo you, what would a surefire way to accomplish that?- take me out on a date, be thoughtful, talk to me a lot Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian?- not having to date men!Are you more of a cat person or a dog person?- cat lol i hate dogs Turn ons?- i hate this question like i never know what it means really Turn offs?- being BORING!!!!!!!!!!Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?- usually i ask tbh! What is your dream career?- it’s a secret Talk about your interests or hobbies!- i need to pick up so many hobbies i’ve been thinking about lol.. i have no interests only music What is the most attractive quality a woman can have?- being genuine!Do you love easily or does it take time for you to warm up to someone?- i love easily 😭Ever fallen for your best-friend?- nopeEver fallen for a straight girl?- noThe L-Word: yes or no? (love it or hate it?)- love it but didn’t watch past s3Favorite comfort food?- grilled cheese Coffee or tea?- tea .... but iced coffee Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above?- i try my best for someone with an eating disorder Do you have any pets?- my mum has a catEarly-riser or night-owl?- honestly early riser lolWhat is your sign?- gemini sun!Can you drive?- no not at allWho was your first lesbian crush?- lindsay lohanAt what age did you know you were a lesbian?- know for sure was 15At what age did you come out (if you have)?- 15 :)Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)?- no i wish Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the future- future stuff is scary! i keep it inside i don’t want to jinxLeast favorite gay celebrity?- i’ve been thinking about this too long i can’t think i’m about to pass out THANK U FOR THESE

[noahhernandez]

12/20/2018

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? lol,, Janett, no she’s gay and I’m gay 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? fuck no 3. Have you taken someones virginity? no 4. Is trust a big issue for you? Sort of kind of but not really.  5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? I don’t really like anyone!  6. What are you excited for? Nothing!! Getting my cardigan from my Aunt on Christmas because I want to wear it.  7. What happened tonight? I went to my dad’s house, visited with him, my grandparents, my older brother and his partner, and my brother and I played super smash brothers, where I was superior 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? Hell no!! Let’s have fun 9. Is confidence cute? Depending on what said person is confident about. 10. What is the last beverage you had? I just finished a vanilla coke, other than that I had two iced vanilla lattes 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? A lot. 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? I think I only own skinny jeans 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? I am not sure, I am opening at work, so I may see my mother.  14. What are you going to spend money on next? Probably an iced coffee. 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? No.  16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? Three months?? Maybe but probably still going to be a mega bitch 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Michelle, Keith, and Brianna 18. The last time you felt broken? Back in May when I wanted to kill myself. 19. Have you had sex today? Nope 20. Are you starting to realize anything? That my dad is kind of a dick to my grandparents 21. Are you in a good mood? I just finished watching Halloween (2018) so yes 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? In a cage lol 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? Yes, dark brown. 24. What do you want right this second? A VENTI ICED VANILLA SOY LATTE WITH AN EXTRA SHOT 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I do not like anyone 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Yes, black. 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? I don’t even want to be around people who don’t make me laugh 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? hmm .. When I was playing SSB and King K. Rool literally flew off the stage and kill himself, making me victorious  29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? I miss Michelle, Peter, and Faith 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? After my very shitty relationship came to an end, I realized that people do not deserve a second chance. Because I gave this person a lot of chances and where was the benefit of that? ?  31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? My brother? Fuck no! 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? another one of these 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? I drink soda often, mostly just coffee 34. Listening to? Dance to This x Troye Sivan ft. Ariana Grande 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Every other monday at work when I am doing my inventory. 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? At home idk 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? no 38. Who did you last call? I think it was ... Maybe Leann.  39. Who was the last person you danced with? I feel like I danced recently??? but nobody 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because I was drunk and bored 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Ew i hate cupcakes probably a long time ago 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? probably 44. Do you tan in the nude? Heck no 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? Does not matter to me 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? I do that a lot 47. Who was the last person to call you? my coworker, Leann 48. Do you sing in the shower? No :( 49. Do you dance in the car? wiggle wiggle wiggle do dod odoo doododo 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? from the walmart 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? When I was 17 getting my senior photos taken 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? fucking hate musicals 53. Is Christmas stressful? No because I don’t get anyone anything 54. Ever eat a pierogi? looks like it says pigeon  55. Favorite type of fruit pie? apple pie 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? I wanted to be a lawyer 57. Do you believe in ghosts? No sure 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? No 59. Take a vitamin daily? Vitamin? 60. Wear slippers? Don’t even own a pair 61. Wear a bath robe? Don’t own that either 62. What do you wear to bed? I wear sweat pants and a t shirt 63. First concert? Motley Crue is the first one I attended and I jammed the fuck out of Papa Roach, and MY first concert was Iggy Azalea  64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Walmart 65. Nike or Adidas? Does not matter both are expensive and I own both 66. Cheetos Or Fritos?  HOT cheetos 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? neither 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? um bad blood w kendrick lamar 69. Ever take dance lessons? no! 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? being rich 71. Can you curl your tongue? yes 72. Ever won a spelling bee? No i can not spill disease  73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? not to my knowledge 74. What is your favorite book? I haven’t read in forever. I can not think of one right now.  75. Do you study better with or without music? with out 76. Regularly burn incense? no 77. Ever been in love? Sadly. 78. Who would you like to see in concert? As much as I do not like looking at his face, Troye Sivan. 79. What was the last concert you saw? Lil Debbie 80. Hot tea or cold tea? Iced 81. Tea or coffee? COFFEE 82. Favorite type of cookie? Oatmeal Raisin 83. Can you swim well? no lol 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? yes i am not a pussy bitch 85. Are you patient? depending on what for; 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? DJ!!! 87. Ever won a contest? no :/// 88. Ever have plastic surgery? no! 89. Which are better black or green olives? black olives!!!! 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? I was mostly focused on not having sex before I found like “love” or whatever and I am still like about that. I do not want to get married 91. Best room for a fireplce? a living room 92. Do you want to get married no lol, I do not want to get married. 

#personal

[artificialqueens]

demitasse (max/miz cracker) - youngblood

A/N - this is my first fic here :#) max tweeted about miz cracker and i was like “they have the same name!” so i gave in to my weird cravings! this fic is also on ao3! i hope you all enjoy and more chapters might be soon to come :)

‘It’s too early.’ was Max’s first thought waking up. He stretched out his arms and slowly sat up in bed. He lifted his pillow and turned off his alarm.

Throwing on his clothes for work was the last of his problems. Max was hoping to be on Broadway one day with a production of his own, but he became a hairdresser instead. The salon was quite busy because it was owned by a woman named Vanity. She was popular on social media which brought many to the salon. Max often questioned if she had a fling with his co-worker. He seemed to fit right into the thick gay atmosphere of the place by working there, stereotypical dyed hair and skinny jeans to match. His co-worker, Courtney, never questioned when Max brought his former boyfriend to work. Some customers would ask about a girlfriend in which he always replied with a slightly sarcastic ‘working on it.’

The last thing he needed to fit a stereotype was his coffee. Hate to sound like a soccer mom on Facebook, but don’t talk to him until he’s had his morning coffee. There was a coffee shop around the corner that helped with his caffeine addiction. Simply named after the owner of the company, ‘RuPaul’s’ was a small local shop, the only location being in Manhattan and conveniently near Max’s apartment. The coffee shop had a new manager every year or sometimes a new one after a few months. Max had worked there for a short amount of time before being picked up by the hair salon he currently works at.

A friend he used to work with during his time there now managed the place with someone else. Brian and Sasha were a strange pair to manage a place. When one was out, the other was there. Brian had replaced a strange girl named Alaska. Alaska still showed up from time to time, you could tell when she stopped by the shop because she almost always smelt like weed. She claims to be a musician now. No one is sure how far she’ll make it. Sasha had replaced a tall woman named Bob. Bob was a comic who always cracked jokes at work, meanwhile Sasha was a very serious businesswoman. Though she ran the shop amazingly, there was a rumor going around that Sasha was moving to Russia and a new manager was being picked. There was a small boy named Giovanni that was an obvious pick, but he was bad at talking. There was also a loud boy named David that the owner seemed to like. Max always got to the shop when Giovanni was working, so he was Max’s pick.

As per usual, Max threw on a black leather jacket and made his way to RuPaul’s. He hoped to see Giovanni and hopefully find out that he was the new manager, that would be a nice start to his morning. A bell chimed his arrival to the morning hotspot and Max patiently waited in line. The woman in front of him was going over her order. She said she wanted a white mocha with skim and extra foam. The order was repeated so many times, Max nearly got a headache. She arrived to the counter and both of their minds went blank. The girl had forgotten her order and Max was confused by the man standing behind the counter. This wasn’t Giovanni! Did the boy quit? Max had never seen this one working before. Nonetheless, Max needed his coffee and this would be a mystery for another day.

“A-hem.”

Someone behind him had spoken up and Max realized he had been holding up the line. He neared the counter and furrowed his brows at the cashier in front of him. He was short, at least a foot shorter than Max himself, and greeted customers with the strangest way of saying hello.

“Haelo?”

He looked up and seemed to be taken aback by Max’s height. He looked straight ahead and slowly tilted his head back to lock eyes with Max.

“Hi.”

Max wasn’t very good at greetings.

“What can I get for you today, sir?”

“White mocha with skin and extra foam.”

“Ha! That one seems to be pretty popular, I guess. Girl in front of you got the same thing!”

Max mentally kicked his own ass. That is not what he wanted but it was his order now.

“Could I get a name for your order?”

“Max.”

The petite cashier broke out into a huge grin. “Hey! We’ve got the same name! Name twins.” Of course the one who replaces Giovanni is named Max. “Should be done in 5.”

With that, Max stood by the end of the counter and waited patiently for his coffee.

Short Max. Now we’ve got a name for the kid who had taken Giovanni’s place this morning. Max would’ve liked to seen his friend and shared a quick conversation, but Short Max had to go and ruin it, didn’t he. This one-sided fight will rage on eternally, even if it was just this morning. Also, who has that much energy in the morning? Everything Short Max had said was so bubbly. His energy seemed so familiar though, maybe he had been working here the whole time? Y’know what? It’s too early for an abundance of questions! As soon as the questions passed through his head, Max heard his name being called out at the counter. He picked up his coffee and thanked the barista who handed it to him. Taking a sip, he immediately regretted not asking for an iced coffee. He walked out of RuPaul’s and began walking to work.

Pushing open the doors, he greeted Vanity and put his apron on. When he got to his station, he sat in the plush chair and set his coffee down on the railing beside him. When he pulled his hand away from his cup, something seemed to be smudged in his palm. Without hesitation, he turned the cup around and found something written on the side.

“see you tomorrow name twin!!”

#max malanaphy #miz cracker #fluff #youngblood #rpdr fanfiction #submission #cracker x max #coffee shop au #m/m au #rare pair

[phandistraction]

Run

Prompt: You’re the cute nerd that keeps getting pushed around but you just punched your bully and I gotta save you

TW: some violence and homophobia 

Genre: Badboy!Phil, Pastel!Dan, getting together, high school au

Word Count: 1,600

AN: This is my first writing in the phandom so I hope it doesn't totally suck lol it’s just a short little piece to “test the waters.” I actually wrote this about a year ago but just now finally decided to go back and post it because I want to get into writing more often as an outlet ~~~~~~ “Oi, Howell!”

I tense up at the sound of my name radiating down the hall and slowly take a deep breath, knowing what’s coming. I continue walking, hoping that whoever was trying to cause trouble would change their mind and ignore me for once. The universe must have decided to be against me today as I feel my favorite flower crown getting yanked off me leaving my head feeling exposed without its accessory. I let out a small squeak of surprise and turn to face my attacker. Of course it had to be him. Chad, the walking muscle and living embodiment of stupidity. His ruff hands were clutched bitterly around my crown, crushing the lavender petals. I huffed out a breath before speaking, “Can I have that back?”

“Hmm,” Chad hummed pretending to think hard for a moment, twirling the crown around his finger. I grimaced at his amused expression and rolled my eyes.

“I want to go home, can’t you just go fuck with someone else?” I tried again. He grinned wide, showing off this teeth. Well, at least the ones he had left.

“But I don’t think I’m done with you yet, Flower Boy,” he teased using the nickname he knows I hate so much. I tighten my hands into fists at my sides and try my absolute best to look intimidating. But lets be honest, who is going to be intimidated by a boy with hobbit hair wearing ripped white skinny jeans and a pastel baby blue jumper. No one, that’s who.

“You’re a pathetic excuse of a boy. I’m gonna just do you a favor and trash this girly thing,” my eyes almost leave their sockets at those words.

“NO! Please don’t you don’t understand please listen to me oh my god no no no,” I tried.

That was my favorite flower crown and for a good reason. Two years ago I came out to my parents and they took it surprisingly well. I was so nervous that once I said “I’m gay,” I started bawling my eyes out. It wasn't until I felt the soft embrace of my loving parents that the tears had turned into happy ones. The next day when I got home from school, I found a little flat cardboard box on my bed with a red ribbon carefully wrapped around it. I opened the box and found a letter from my mother and father congratulating me on coming out and telling me that they would always love me no matter what. Underneath the note was the gorgeous pastel flower crown. Lavender petals that rapped around a black band piece with small olive green leaves peaking out at places. Ever since then, I had made it a priority to wear the crown at least once a week. It holds so much sentimental value that I don’t even know what I’d do if anything happened to it. So you can now understand why I would be internally freaking out over a seemingly dumb hair accessory.

I try to plea to him but it seems as if my words are just entering one ear and flowing out of the other without any attention from him. He laughed as he watched me begging for my possession back. By now some of the other classmates have turned their attention on us, creating a small circle around the scene. I could feel tears threaten to flow down my flustered cheeks but I refused to let them fall so I didn't make a bigger fool of myself in front of all these people. “Geez, flower boy, don’t get so butt hurt,” he mocks. I throw him the most menacing death glare I could muster as I clench my jaw. How can people be so rude? And why isn't anyone helping me? They can obviously see what’s going on.

Chad gave out a booming laugh, breaking me out of my thoughts in the middle of my pity party. He gives me one last toothy grin before grabbing one of the flower blossoms and yanking, breaking it from its spot on the crown.

I let out a high pitched squeak and the tears start on their own. I can feel them flowing down my face, one right after the other with no promise of stopping. I could hear the laughter of my peers around me but I can't be bothered to care right now as I watch my treasure being destroyed right in front of me. I felt so powerless. My knees start to shake and I slowly drop down onto the ground, imagining how dramatic and ridiculous I must look. I brought my palms to my face in an attempt to put the tears at bay but they weren't showing any signs of slowing. I stare blankly at the space of grass in front of me where the lavender petals are falling one by one. I look up at Chad and see him throwing my crown at me through my now blurry vision clouded with tears. I surge forward and catch it in my hand but there isn't much left to hold now. All the flowers have been torn off, only leaving behind the wire band. He turns to his friends that have been watching with big smiles behind him, and give them some fist bumps to celebrate what he did. I am way past the crying stage at this point as I slowly lift myself back to my feet. I sulk and turn around to start to walk away. All I want to do is go home and cry until I fall asleep. I sniff my nose and wipe at my eyes, clearing my vision up a tad. Wait, no. What am I doing? He shouldn't be able to get away with this so easily! I have never felt this angry about something before but he crossed the line so I welcome my emotions and let the rage fuel my next actions. Chad is too busy flirting with the girls by him to see it coming. I stop walking for a moment to take a deep breath and clench my fists. I whip around and run at him, putting all the muscle and force I can behind my fist as it collides with his nose.

“SHIT,” Chad screams out, lifting his hand up to his face. He brings it down and I can see the satisfying red of blood across his finger. I put on a cheeky smirk when he makes eye contact with me. I can feel my hand pulsating as it hangs at my side but I’m trying my best to suppress and ignore it despite the sharp pain until I can look at it later. “YOU LITTLE FUCK,” Chad lashes out in anger at me. Oh no. I fucked up. I freeze just staring at him, not knowing what to do. I feel someone grab my arm and tug me away from everyone.

I look over and a beautiful boy with black fringe like mine and crystal blue eyes is staring back at me with a look of horror but I can see a hint of laughter in his eyes. “Run!” he orders me as I feel his hand slip into my uninjured one. Luckily my feet are working faster than my mind as I start running next to the strange boy. He’s tugging me along behind him since he’s taller and has longer legs than me.

By the time he deems it safe enough to stop running, I’m practically dying. I should really exercise more instead of spending endless hours on the internet. I lean over with my hands on my knees and take a few moments to attempt to get my breath back. I look up at our surroundings and notice that we made it to a park several blocks away from the school.

“Do you have a death wish or something?” the pretty eyed boy says from next to me. I take the time now to look him over. Black skinny jeans, black v-neck top, and leather jacket. I notice some piercings on his face, spider bites under his lips and an eyebrow bar. His fringe is jet black and kind of looks like mine but flipped to the other side. He must have some tattoo sleeves due to some of it peaking out from under his jacket and out of his collar onto his neck.

I’m not going to lie, he was pretty hot.

I must have been starting longer than necessary because he started chuckling. I narrowed my eyes, confused, “What?”

“Like something you see?” he answers confidently. I immediately blush and look away at the ground instead. “Anyways, I’m Phil.”

“Dan,” I supply in response.

“Nice to meet you,”

“You too. By the way, thanks for umm.. saving me or whatever,” I mumble while picking at my sweater sleeves. Why am I always so awkward? Get it together Dan, for goodness sakes.

“It was no problem, really. But back to my original question, do you have a death wish or something?” Phil chuckled.

I let out a laugh thinking about what just happened. “Something like that.”

“Care to fill me in over coffee this weekend?” What? I looked over to Phil to find him staring at me with a completely serious expression. “R-really?” my voice wavered.

“Yea, you seem pretty cool and I’m not going to lie, you're pretty cute too, flower boy” he admitted with confidence. I rolled my eyes at the nickname. Usually it’s coming from Chad and sends me into a mad mood, but I don’t quite mind it now that it’s coming from Phil.

“Sounds good,” I smile. “As long as we can get some ice for my hand first, I think I underestimated how much that was going to hurt.” Phil let out a deep chuckle and rose from his spot on the bench next to me.

“Lead the way.”

#phan #phandom #phanfic #phanfiction #writting #bafm #bamf!phil #badboy!phil #pastel #pastel!dan #getting together #high school au #my fic #mine #new

[rachelspy6978-blog]

abby winters - Why I Hate Abby Winters Backstage

I knew I shouldn't be nervous. Mom helped me get it on my toenails without smearing. She seemed a little nervous and that made me nervous. By Friday after school, the butterflies in my stomach were in full flight. " "Dan and a few of the other asshole jocks tried to give us shit one day.

"I was curious," Mom started. He basically told Dan he'd rip off both of his balls if he spoke to us again. " Mom frowned, but I could tell she was amused as well. I couldn't keep the stupid grin off my face. His mother threatened to sue us until I pointed out her little angel was engaged in sexual harassment at the time you nut-checked him. " "I didn't know she called.

"God, don't hurt Dan again. "Do any of the kids at school have a problem with you and Sam being a couple? You remember the big catcher on the softball team? Mom and I sat in the living room while I put the dark blue polish on my fingernails. Don't let him goad you or Sam into doing anything tonight. Once she figured out he could get expelled for doing that, she dropped it.

" I worried that I might have gotten myself in more trouble than I thought if Dan's mother was calling around. I think he liked Sam until he figured out she was gay, but instead of being an asshole about it, he just became her good friend. "It wasn't important to tell you since she backed down, but that family is like a reality TV show. " Sam wasn't the only out girl in school, but she was the only one I liked.

They won't let anything happen to us. She finished with my toes and I rested my heels on the coffee table while my nails dried fully. The gay guys had a harder time than we did by a long shot, but I didn't want to worry Mom more by telling her that. Sam had asked if I could stay in her room after the dance, abby winters step aerobics but I wasn't sure if Dad would let me.

"Hey, would be okay if I stayed with Sam after the dance? Being out was a lot harder when I was in school and college. Mom flipped channels on the couch next to me, so I figured I'd give it a shot with her alone first. That way you guys wouldn't have to come get me since Joe can't go tonight. " "Yeah, but you let Sam stay over last weekend.

" "I won't," I promised. " I gave her my cutest grin. "You know what we would say if you were dating a guy. And I also told you to keep it quiet up there. " She gave me a blank look. "I had to keep your father distracted for about an hour. " I felt the heat burn right up my neck. " I couldn't believe she just told me that. " "We weren't that loud.

" "Yeah, but I don't want to hear about it. "How did you think you and Joe got here? " The idea made me shiver. " I hadn't considered that. " "And that's how your father feels about someone being with you. " "I was worried about that part of things. Not that I'm complaining. It must be as gross for him as it had been for me listening to Joe was going through a what's-her-name a week.

" Mom rolled her eyes and tilted her head to look at me. " I asked, still holding out hope. "So does that mean I can stay with Sam? " "How about I pack an overnight bag just in case. I put on thin, red cotton panties and matching bra. " Mom chuckled and shook her head. The red wasn't a perfect match to the red squares on the gingham top, but it was close enough.

" After my nails were dry, I hopped upstairs to pack and dress. My skinny jeans wouldn't go on the outside of the old brown boots, so I tucked them inside. "The softball team treats me like their little sister, especially Simon.

"I'll talk to your dad about it and let you know. I put on slightly more blush and eye shadow than I usually wore, but didn't over do it. Getting the boots on required laying back on the bed and pulling until straps nearly broke.

Sam and I had bought matching shades of red lipstick at the mall so we could kiss without anyone knowing from the mismatched smears of color. I had breasts now that filled the cups of my bra. Looking at myself in the mirror, I had to admit that Sam's drawing was Abby Winters Limo closer to reality than my own internal perspective. I teased my hair out a little with a hair dryer, spraying to keep it from falling back into its usual straight blonde lines.

My jeans were a touch too small, but they didn't give me a muffin top so I wore them anyway. I put on the red top and tied it off under my bra. " I turned to find Joe staring at me with wide eyes. " "You've gotta have fun for both of us tonight," he said when I pulled back.

"Who the hell are you and what have you done with my kid sister? The pretty woman looking back at me from the mirror barely resembled the person I expected to see. I smoothed away the mark of my lips with my thumb and smiled at his goofy embarrassed expression. " He shrugged and backed away.

" Dad did a double take when I walked down the stairs with my overnight bag. When I turned in the mirror, I had to admit my ass was working in those tight jeans. For a second I thought he was going to protest what I was wearing, but Mom had been there when we bought everything and had warned him about what we'd planned.

"I wish you could go, abby winters masturbating too. " I jumped in his arms to hug him tight and kiss his cheek, leaving red lip prints behind. My stomach was flat and smooth. " "Let's go," Mom said as she walked to the door. I gave him a quick hug while Mom got her purse and keys. " "And I wish I hadn't been a dumbass. " For Dad, that was effusive praise.

My stomach was flipping over from the nerves. The drive to school seemed to take forever. " "Hey, that reminds me. He visibly swallowed and nodded, then grumbled, "You look great. "All these years I dreamed someone like Mark would take me and now I'm going with Sam. I know we told Joe he couldn't have friends over while he was grounded, but it seems like something else is going on.

I don't even see them speak to each other in passing anymore. You'd have to ask him. Mom must have picked up on my anxiety. Even though I knew it would never work out between us, it still burned me that he'd lied. Yeah, things hadn't been normal for a couple of months. " "Do you know if Bethany is going tonight? " "I can't believe I'm going to my first dance," I laughed.

"Sounds like a good idea. Do you know what happened between Mark and Joe? " Mom glanced at me as if my tone had given something away. Mark was probably picking up Lydia. If she is, she'll probably be going with Collen. " "She's being stupid and won't listen to me. "I didn't mean to bring you down on your big night.

" "Is she sleeping with him? "Yeah," I said, knowing it would get back to her Mom. Mom just took a deep breath as she turned into the school loop. I'm not as nervous now," I said and gave her a thin smile. " My door opened and I looked up to see Sam holding out her hand to help me out of the car.

"You don't sound happy about that. "And you can stay here tonight, but I want you to call me when you go back to Sam's room so I know you're safe. " Sam shut the door and Mom pulled away. When I turned, Sam was staring at me like I was a luscious scoop of ice cream. " "I figured I'd wait until after Joe wasn't grounded anymore to see if things go back to normal first.

I gave her a quick kiss and said, "You do, too. "Thanks for everything. " "Have fun," Mom said as she pulled up to stop. "Good evening, Misses Larson," Sam said to Mom. " Sam walked me into a lunch room that had been transformed into a country barn, complete with bales of hay and paper on the walls painted to look like rough cut wood.

Country music blasted from the DJ's speakers and a few brave couples were on the dance floor. " "So you ready to cut a rug? "Sho 'nuff, sugar pants," I replied. "Have fun tonight, you two. " She was wearing Mom's boots, but otherwise looked like my darker, blue-banged twin. " she said, affecting a southern twang as she picked up my overnight back without comment.

" Sam tossed my overnight bag under a table near the dance floor. "Plus, it kept me from going crazy all afternoon. Simon helped me get that reddish-brown paper taped up, then I added streaks of red and black to make wood grain and knot holes. Tables were set up around the room with centerpieces made of red ribbon, green pine needles, and battery powered tea lights which gave the dark room an intimate glow.

" I realized then she'd been just as nervous as I'd been. You've got to try the brisket. " "I painted the walls. "What part did you do? " We nibbled as we wandered around talking to people. Some hadn't heard we were going out, but I discovered it was fun to watch their reactions when I told them Sam was my girlfriend. I tried to let Sam lead, but she didn't know what she was doing either.

We ended up just swaying to the music. While we were swaying together later in the evening, I caught Mark giving me a pained look over Lydia's shoulder. "They catered in barbeque. "Would you stop staring at her? We even took a few turns on the dance floor. I just shut my eyes and squeezed Sam tighter. It also escaped the notice of the chaperones who would have broken us up if they'd seen.

Sam pulled back to see what Lydia was yelling about. She was a trained singer after all, so it was no surprise she could make herself heard. " I heard Lydia's shrill voice cutting through the music. I knew he was lying because I knew he'd been staring at me. " I tugged at Sam's arm to lead her off the dance floor. I opened my eyes to find Lydia and Mark squared off in the middle of the dance floor.

"I wasn't staring at anyone," Mark lied. " "Your brother's best friend? " I just nodded as we got back to our seats. She kissed my neck under my hair, which made me giggle. " I squeezed her hand as she pulled me to the refreshments table. " she whispered in my ear as we went. I really didn't want to have that particular discussion in the middle of the school dance, but I wouldn't lie to her. He must not have groveled enough, because she jerked her arm away from him and stalked towards our table.

Mark tried to calm Lydia and move her off the dance floor, but she wasn't having it. Sam stood before Lydia could get close and raised her arms like she wasn't going to let Lydia get past her. Thankfully, the music drowned out their voices so I didn't have to hear what she was saying about him or me.

"I already have everything I want. "You can have him," Lydia shouted over Sam's shoulder at me. I took a big drink of my soda while Sam kept her eyes on the fight. "No thanks," I said as I stood up and put my arms around Sam from behind.

Mark looked between me and Lydia, then ran to follow Lydia out the door. She stormed off and hit the exit bar with both hands, making the door to the parking lot clank loudly. " "Whatever your problem is," Sam growled, "It doesn't involve us.

"Sorry," I murmured to Sam. " Lydia looked like she wanted to say something else, but was thrown off by our response. "You didn't do anything. " Her face was clouded as she glared at the closed door they'd gone through. "Do you want to talk about it? Talking about it would only ruin our night.

Sam pulled me back to our seats and kept her arm around my shoulders. I was stupid and naive to ever believe him. "Let's go get our picture taken! "I couldn't see why you were so fixated on her, but I'm starting to figure it out. " I glanced around and spotted the photographer was free for the first time since I'd arrived.

The guy who was taking the pictures looked to be college age, but had a professional looking camera and large light defusers. I had to admit a teeny-tiny part of me wanted him to pick me for once, even if I just turned him down afterwards.

" Sam grinned and pulled me to my feet. We skipped over to the set where other couples had been lined up all night to have their picture taken. We gave our names together while trying to get comfortable on that scratchy bale of hay. " Sam asked with a big grin.

They sat on a hay bale in front of a painted backdrop of a wooden fence and fields. Sam put her arm around my waist and hooked a finger in my belt loop. I leaned into her and smiled as the guy lined up the shot. "Yeah, what are your names so I can tag you," he said as he grabbed a tablet. Just before he took the picture, I turned and kissed Sam's cheek, keeping my lips there until the shutter snapped.

It felt wonderful to be protected and accepted. She had an odd look on her face as she studied my eyes. That made the guy laugh and shake his head. "Go on and kiss her if you want to, I don't care. None of the abby winters.com winters backstage chaperones had noticed. We held the pose as our lips moved against each other. " I laughed and kissed her with as much passion as I felt.

" I took that as permission and turned Sam in my arms. Sam thanked the photographer before answering with a wry smile. "A secret from my parents. " "What was it before? "Well, now it's official. " I pulled her back to the dance floor.

It felt so right in her arms. Sam squeezed me just as tightly until a fast song came on, then we made our way back to our table. I had just taken a sip of my soda when I spotted Sophie headed our way with Dan following along wearing a sour look on his face. The camera kept snapping until we parted from laughing too hard.

"Can you take our picture? There was couple that was made for each other. I pressed our breasts together and hummed the tunes in her ear. We clung to each other through the slow love songs. She was a viper and I wouldn't give her or Dan any more ammunition.

"I see you couldn't hang on to Mark either," Sophie said with bitter bite. Sam touched my cheek with a broad grin. "I don't know what you're talking about. "I knew something was going on between you two. I nudged Sam and indicated their approach with my chin.

" I asked like I was confused. " "Well, he's not much of a guy," Sophie said with a roll of her eyes while Dan laughed like it was funny. "I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not really into guys. " Sam said as she jumped into the conversation at last. " The lie slipped out easily.

"Look, I don't care what you think you know or don't know—" Simon walked up at that moment and dropped a firm hand on Dan's shoulder. Sophie raised an eyebrow at her. "Dan, I believe we've talked about you bothering Sam and Steph before. "Last warning," Simon said as he pushed Dan, but Sophie jerked her arm away.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from correcting her. " "Fuck," Dan muttered as he took Sophie's arm and tried to pull her away. He had his arms crossed and was frowning at Sam and I. He looked down at Sophie with an amused smirk. "Who the hell do you think you are? " she yelled at Simon.

" Sophie glanced at Dan as if for support. Simon was taller and wider than all of us. "And Lydia confirmed it tonight. " When I nodded, she reached under the table for my overnight bag. We walked hand-in-hand to the stairwell that led up to her room. "I'm the guy who's gonna rip Dan's balls off if you don't leave my friends alone.

"Thanks, Simon," Sam chuckled as she clapped him on his shoulder. "Me, too," I said, feeling more nervous than I expected. As she led me upstairs, I felt the warmth building in my stomach. "On that note, how about we call it a night? "I had fun," Sam said as she opened the door to her room. Despite the drama, I'd had a great time at the dance with Sam. She slipped her shirt off and dropped it to the floor, leaving her lace bra open for inspection.

"I need to call Mom real quick," I whispered and headed to her room phone. "We finished dancing and are up in Sam's room. She dropped my overnight bag on the bed and began to untie her shirt with a sultry expression. She kept undressing, never taking her eyes off me. We didn't have to sneak into her room this time because most of the staff had gone home or was chaperoning the dance.

" Sophie looked like she had a mouthful of bees when Dan dragged her off. " "Oh, we're not finished by a long shot," Sam whispered, but I think Mom heard her anyway. When Mom answered, I nearly forgot how to talk. "Is Sam distracting you? "Yes, nine," Mom chuckled. When she lowered the zipper, I saw she wasn't wearing any underwear. " I watched Sam unbutton her jeans with her lower lip pinched between her teeth.

Then she palmed her breasts and tweaked her nipples until they stood out. "I'll be by to get you around nine, so don't stay up all night. For some reason, knowing she had been commando under her jeans all night had me ready to purr. "Uh-huh," Mom said with a smile in her voice. Sam toed off her boots before pushing her jeans down. " "I'll let you go, then. " Mom was still chuckling when she hung up.

We were grinning at each other the whole time. " "Nine," I repeated tonelessly as Sam's bra dropped from her fingertips. And when I sucked her soft skin into my mouth, her hands went down to pull my hips into hers. While I raced to catch up, she came to help me with my buttons and zippers.

"No, I like you a little salty," I said. Her mouth wasn't salty, but I could taste hints of her soda and barbeque sauce when my tongue slipped inside. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," Sam whispered as she let me lick along her neck. She gripped my hair to force my head back so she could lick my neck in return.

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The skin of my arms and legs broke into prickles as waves of pleasure rolled over my body. I felt the tickle of her soft hairs against my bare mons. "Do you mind if I try something? " I ran my fingertips up my opening thighs and slipped them through my wet slit. " When she stepped close enough, she grabbed my hand and brought them up to her lips.

She pulled out a pink wand with a rounded tip. Before Sam climbed into the narrow bed with me, she opened the draw of her night stand. " she asked with a nervous smile. " "Finally, something I can teach you! Then she sucked my fingers while her eyes never left mine. She hummed and tasted me back while our nipples rubbed together. " Sam giggled as she got into bed. I sat up on my elbows when Sam removed it from her mouth.

"I trust you," I whispered as I turned to make room on the bed for us both. She sucked on it some more while I moved my legs open in preparation. "I've never used one of those before. "Oh my God," I groaned as she penetrated me slowly. I knew what Mark had felt like, but the pink wand was thinner and longer than he had been. It was cold and hard, but filled me up with a vibrating sensation that went up to my stomach.

"Oh, I like fucking you," Sam whispered as she moved the wand inside me. I couldn't move beyond the quivering that gripped me. My eyes shut on their own as my head rolled back. When she slipped it between her lips to wet it, I knew what it was. The buzzing got louder as she moved the tip toward me. The first touch made me gasp. When she bent to take my nipple into her hot mouth, I cried out and pushed against her strokes.

She probed deeper inside me and hit that magical spot with the blunt tip. I was lost in the kiss and orgasm for what seemed like hours. Her mouth caught my scream as the buzzing toy pushed me over and held me there. It pulled the heat from deep inside and brought me to the edge in an instant. She fucked me gently at first, then with firmer strokes.

" Sam asked with an evil grin. "There," I gasped and gripped the sheets. " She moved up to kiss me as I reached the edge. Then she eased it out of me and I sighed in relief as the orgasm passed as tremors.