i'm just a girl in a bar

anonymous asked:

Went out with this girl last night, and everything was going amazing till she found out I was bi. She flipped complete shit, saying I'm a liar who just doesn't want to admit I'm a lesbian to keep my options open??? Then left me to foot the bill at the bar. Guess I'll wear a bi flag next time just so that it's clear from the get go

what the fuck why are people complete shits. This is what Bi erasure and the lack of LGBT+ education does. Creates unsafe atmospheres for Bi people in supposed safe spaces. Sorry you went through that. You’re too good for her and skirted a huge future problem anyway

anonymous asked:

Hey! I know this is queer girls but I was wondering if you or someone else could write a fan fiction where Alex is non-binary/genderfluid (slightly on the masc side taking low dose T) and they fall in love with Maggie. I'm not trying to take way from what you do but it would be nice to find representation in something for enby people. Like they (Alex or just an enby person in life) still get the girl and have a queer relationship.

This piece by an amazing Anon is more brilliant than anything I could ever do, but hey, I figure, even more positive rep can’t hurt? <3 <3 <3 http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/158177950334/promised-word-vomit-featuring-nbalex-its-not

Also, random note: I replay their first bar scene together in this, and since Alex is already out (in accordance with the wonderful prompt), I figured I’d take some other liberties and have Maggie not be dating anyone when they meet. Artistic license, okay? Okay.

It was a relief when they chopped their hair off.

Sure, it was because J’onn – well, Hank at the time (Alex wasn’t the only one who’d gone through some identity clarifications in the last couple of years) – strongly recommended it because their training wouldn’t necessarily work too well with long hair.

But it was a relief nonetheless, even if they wouldn’t acknowledge it as such at the time.

Even if they wouldn’t let themselves acknowledge why the mirror made them feel like they were crawling out of their skin, like they had to drink into a stupor nearly every night to force it down, to forget, to erase.

To want girls?

Bad enough.

To want girls and maybe not quite even be one?


But it hadn’t been bad, and it hadn’t been worse. Not really.

It had actually been… good.

Because J’onn had smiled his “of course I knew, I’m psychic” smile and pulled them in for a hug, and Winn had asked if it was still okay if he called them “dude” or if it made them uncomfortable, and James had hugged them and kissed their temple, and Kara?

Kara had wept because she thought it was her fault it had taken Alex so long to realize and be okay with such important things. But she swallowed it quickly enough, because it was about Alex right now, and she wanted to hear everything.

And now? On the extra low dose of T that they got from the local clinic – they didn’t want to change their body that much, just a little bit, just enough – and with everyone at the DEO using the proper pronouns for Agent Danvers and J’onn, Kara, James, and Winn all threatening to destroy anyone who intentionally didn’t, Alex had never felt more alive.

And then some cocky NCPD detective showed up at their crime scene, and they knew they were screwed.

Because coming out to family had been one thing.

Dating? Now? Or like… ever?

No no no.

T or no T, supportive family or no supportive family, Alex Danvers was not exactly good at the flirting thing. At the being good with people thing.

Except the strangest thing was that Maggie Sawyer didn’t seem to think so. Because Maggie Sawyer trusted them enough to take them to the alien bar.

To touch them when they reached for their gun.

Alex couldn’t remember when the last time was that they were touched by someone who wasn’t family, and the touch wasn’t violent.

“How do you think she learned English? She’s my ex,” Maggie was saying, and Alex’s eyes were wide, because god, god, god, the cute girl with the dimples and that voice and those eyes and that hair is queer, she’s queer, she’s queer.

But their stomach dropped almost as quickly as their heart rose.

Because she’s probably exclusively into girls.

God dammit.

“I don’t exclusively date aliens, though,” Maggie was saying, and a lump rose in Alex’s throat. “Or women, not exactly,” she continued, her eyes sharp and her voice a little low and her gaze locked both tentatively and headily on Alex’s face.

“Not exactly,” Alex repeated questioningly, never more aware of their T-lowered voice than they were right now.

“I mean you’re pretty cute, wouldn’t say no to a person like you,” Maggie had said, and Alex had promptly spilled their drink.

And Maggie hadn’t rolled her eyes or pointed and laughed. She’d shot up from her seat and she’d picked up the bottle and she’d grabbed the towel off of Darla’s passing shoulder and she’d patted down Alex’s hands, their lap, their chest. Her fingers brushed their collared shirt, the tight nylon of the binder underneath, and Maggie’s breath hitched and her eyes locked with Alex’s.

“Hi,” she gulped, and Alex just stared, because their brain had stopped working.

Girl, pretty girl, smart girl, badass girl, close to me and not disgusted and looks a little turned on by just… who I am, by being close to me, what do I do what do I do what do I –

“Sorry there, Danvers, I didn’t mean to get all up in your space,” Maggie said as she backed up. “Darla, can you get them another beer please?”

She said nothing about how or why it had spilled, just offered Alex a soft grin and pressed the towel into their hands and padded back to her seat across the table.

“So this is where you get all your intel,” Alex tried to steer the conversation back into terrain they knew, terrain they were confident in, terrain they could excel in.

Maggie tilted her head and squinted for a moment, like she was trying to figure out if Alex was flustered or just disinterested.

Alex wasn’t quite sure what conclusion Maggie came to, but her reply was light, banter-y. Maybe even a little flirty.

“Well, when our labs are about as effective as Easy-Bake ovens, we make do with what we’ve got”, Maggie scoffed and nodded her thanks as Darla set down another beer.

“Thanks,” Alex offered Darla, a crooked grin on their face. “And hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to be a jerk out there. I just get protective of my crime scenes.”

“Please Danvers, it was my crime scene.”

“Wanna bet?” Alex asked, smiling, because now they were sure Maggie was flirting, because those eyes, that smile, couldn’t mean anything else.

Alex felt like they were flying as they stood and grabbed both of their beers in one hand and offered Maggie their other, nodding toward the pool table.

“You say this is where your informants go? No better place to gather intel than at the pool table, right?”

Maggie squinted up at them and licked her lips and accepted their hand. Electricity crackled and Alex’s heart soared.

“A fed who knows how to play. Better every minute, Danvers.”

And Alex had never seen a more perfect smile, or felt more perfect in their life.

Les Amis de L'ABC (& co.) as shit my friends and I have (sadly) actually said
  • Enjolras: I don't have time for any of their heterosexual bullshit--I've got a revolution to run.
  • Grantaire: Excuse you, I take my job as the local cynic of this socialist club very seriously.
  • Jehan: Of course the skull is a year-round decoration??? What else am I supposed to quote Shakespeare to?!?!
  • Bossuet: If you fall off a bike, apparently it's a bad idea to catch yourself with your face.
  • Bahorel: I'll wait for you until the end... Or till I get hungry.
  • Feuilly: It was like being poor and surrounded by very rich people joking about the economy.
  • Joly: I don't have enough contact with people to catch mumps. Who do you think I am, some sort of social person???
  • Combeferre: I learned how to sign "I am Moth-man" in ASL.
  • Courfreyac: Instead of getting furniture for our apartment next year, we should just turn the living room into a giant blanket fort.
  • Cosette: The small, tail-less squirrel needs to be protected and I have adopted him as our new son.
  • Marius: The vending machine accidentally gave me two chocolate bars instead of one and I was like "sweet, two chocolate bars," but then this cute girl walked by and I panicked, so I threw one away so she wouldn't think I was fat.
  • Eponine: The dude was like "I'm not gonna take a bite out of a stick of butter!!!" so a bunch of other guys started telling him "man up" and "don't be such a girl" so I took the stick of butter from his hands and told them all "girls can do anything guys can, so screw your gender-norms and patriarchal society" and then I took a bite out of the butter.

anonymous asked:

how do I flirt with girls? they always think I'm just being nice by saying stuff like 'ur pretty' or 'ur cute'

The struggle is real my friend.

Honestly, even in the context of gay bars, when I have flirted with women or had women flirt with me, we still have struggled realizing we’re actually being flirted with.

Sometimes saying things like you’re pretty or cute is not enough to let most girls know you’re flirting/interested in them because we all have straight girl friends that tell us we’re beautiful. A lot of times when I’m flirting or really interested I’ll say something like, “I think you’re really attractive/pretty/handsome, and if you would be interested, I’d like to take you out sometime to get to know you better.” 

My other go to flirt option is when I’ve had a couple of drinks and I make eye contact with a girl I find attractive, I’ll try and act all cool, flash a cheesy smile and wink at her. 

-Mom Em

Gajevy Week: Prompt: Grief Tear Me Down to Build Me Up


Rated: M-ish


Tear Me Down to Build Me Up

Inspired by: “Come and Get It” by Krewella

Post Tartarus

“I’ve been thinking…”

“How come I have a feelin’ it ain’t about anything good…”

“I’m thinking of… when you were in Phantom Lord.”

The silence was thick and uncomfortable.

“I don’t wanna be thinkin’ ‘bout that, Lev… I hurt ya…”

“I know… but I realized it taught me a lesson. An important one.”

“You may see me struggle, but you will never see me quit…”

Levy read that line over and over. Despite how many times she tried to move her eyes away from it, she always ended up rereading the quote placed under the chapter title.

It described Fairy Tail.

It described her.

A soft sigh left her lips as it got her thinking.

Her family. Her friends. Her home. Her powers. Her present. Her future.

Her past…

Or more specifically her past with Gajeel. The events that shaped her currently.

It made her think of a lot of things about herself.

“Hey Levy!” Jet’s voice pulled her from her thoughts as he and Droy slid across from her.

“What’s got you so deep in thought?” Droy asked, offering her some of the cookies she had.

Absently she took a cookie and brought it to her lips, but rather than taking a bit her eyes glossed over in thought again.

“Earth to Levy!” Jet laughed, even after a year apart she was still the same, she blinked and gave them a confused look as she took a bite of the cookie. Giving an appreciative nod at the taste to Droy who grinned. “What are you so lost in thought about?”

“A lot of things really.” She hummed taking another bite. “Droy, this cookie is amazing.” Her fingers were in front of her mouth as she spoke, this earned a grin from the plant mage.

“No way, Lev. Cough it up.” Jet stayed firm as he watched the blunette swallow her bite.

“… My parents… Master Makarov… Phantom Lord… How I’ve changed.”

“Hold on, I must have heard you wrong. I thought you said Phantom Lord for a second.” Jet laughed awkwardly, trying to brush off her comment.

“I did.” Suddenly both men were silent.

“Why?” Jet’s voice came out sharper than he intended.

“This quote reminded me of my dad… something he used to say when I was little… and something Master once said was very much like my dad’s advice…”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Was it slow getting into the life style? My husband brought it up a about 5 months ago. I'm an completely on board and constantly turned on thinking about it. I and have sexted a few and met up with one for a quick parking lot BJ. It seems I am either picky or keep finding shady guys and zero girls. So that's as far as this journey has gotten so far, but I am not a quitter. 😈 Just a curious beginner hotwife. -hizlil-knottyone

For me it was. I took my time testing the waters by doing the same thing you’re doing. First started with flirting online & giving a few BJ’S to some guy at a bar in front of hubby. After 6 month i went all the way and it was one of the best experience of my life 5 years ago.

anonymous asked:

sorry if this is too personal, but how is it having a girlfriend in Seoul (under the assumption that u r still living in Seoul and ur a girl urself? I may be wrong about both though!) I'm gay (girl) and have always wondered what the LGBT community was like in Korea. And another question; how did y'all meet? I love your blog sm!

Yes, I am a girl and yes, I have a Korean girlfriend here in Seoul. :)

The queer scene here in Korea is a lot more ~underground~ than in the States. The most well-known area is Homo Hill in 이태원 but it’s mostly just gay (male) bars and a few clubs filled with foreigners. I’ve found that the lesbian scene is more concentrated in 홍대 and 종로 with some nice little pubs and cafes filled with queer women looking for a place to be themselves out of sight from the judging gaze of society. I’ll admit, it’s a lot easier to access these spaces if you speak Korean, but in general I’ve found them to be bubbles filled with a sense of community and acceptance. Korean society is still definitely heteronormative to a painful degree, but there’s been gradual progress in recent years towards more acceptance and acknowledgement of queer people.

anonymous asked:

The first time I hung out with this girl our plan kinda fell thru. We were supposed to go to a bonfire but it ended up getting cancelled cuz her friends flaked to go to some bar (she was 20 at the time). So I'm driving her back to her dorm and she invites me up to see if we can find a party or something going on. So as she's making calls I go to the floor bathroom. When I got back she was in just her flannel and underwear. Guess you could say the bonfire wasn't the only bust that night.

Sam leaned forward to peck his brother on the lips, but just as their lips met Dean pulled away.

Sam steps back in shock. Never. Not once has that happened before. Not during their first kiss and not after the first time they did that. Never. Until today.

“Dean?” he asks, his voice almost breaking. What the fuck is happening?

“I think you’re the one loosing your memory”, Dean smiles awkwardly, looking away from Sam. “We’re brothers. We don’t kiss each other.”

The last few words are said with a little laughter, as if Dean himself isn’t exactly sure if it’s true.

No. No no no no. Of all the things Dean could forget and he forgets the only thing that has ever really mattered.

Sam has to breathe hard to not lash out screaming and crying. He clenches his fists instead.

That’s okay. He’s okay. He can deal with this, right? He did for the bigger part of his life.

And then he’s not okay. He’s not okay when Dean smiles or flirts playfully with Rowena. He’s not okay when the girl at the bar talks about Dean riding Larry and he’s definitely not okay with that Dean was going to hook up with someone that wasn’t him.

But he puts through it. Bites his lower lip and clenches his fists.

He’s going to be okay when they finally gank these motherfucking witches.


neon-panda1944  asked:

I'm officially 15 today, so I was wondering how the 2ps would react to someone flirting with their crush? ^^*


2P America: *pushes guy away* Excuse me, but this is MY girl!” Basically he get’s jealous aF even if they aren’t dating.

2p Canada: Would also get jealous, just filled with unbridled anger or something.

2p France: Not sure how to react, not exactly used to these emotions. But he’ll probably cause a bar fight with the guy if he continues any longer

2p England: Probably won’t even notice at first, but when he catches on he’ll casually try to smile the jealousy away. And if he does anything to them, he’ll kill them.

2p China: He’s always kinda chill, mostly because he’s always high, but he’ll get HELLA jealous, who wouldn’t?

2p Russia: Death stare from afar, if the other guy catches on he’ll probably leave immediately. What can you say? He’s a big guy!

2p Japan: Literally gives the guy a dead ass stare and calmly approaching him.

2p Germany: He may be a big happy guy, but he’ll slid in ther cha cha REAL smooth and flirt with his S/O, and glare at the other guy so he can leave.

2p Italy: probably threaten the guy without their crush noticing

2p Romano: Be petty AF, trust me, he’s always up to shit.

2p Prussia: Get insecure, thinking that they have a better chance at them than him himself. Then he’ll get really sad.

2p Austria: This bitch will curse him, dON’T PLAY!

The first time I kissed my wife, she wasn’t my wife then, she was just this girl in a bar. But when we kissed, it was like, I gotta tell you, it was like I’d never kissed any other woman before. It was like my first kiss. The right kiss.
—  Derek Shepherd, Grey’s Anatomy - 💜
Clary’s new weapon.

(Based on a conversation with @nightfallgoddess​ and some bts pictures/videos).

Clary and Izzy are training one day and Clary can’t help but look at Izzy’s bracelet and also remember Alec’s bow, so she asks her to teach her how to use something no one else in the institute uses.

Somehow it comes to Izzy instantly. Throwing knives. Why? Clary is very lean and also proven to be fast. Also, she’s not as strong as Alec and Izzy to handle physical combat yet. Isabelle knows how to use them, but are obviously not her favorite. So with Alec’s help, they get dummies and bull’s-eyes for Clary to practice and both of them teach her every day. First on still objects, next on moving ones (throwing things in the air or with moving bull’s-eyes).

Clary learns quite quickly, and soon enough she has the Lightwood siblings’ approval, so they get her a leg holster and some knives for their next mission. Trying to throw knives at demons it’s not easy at first, but adapting is something Clary is getting quite good at, so it doesn’t take long before Clary is slaying demons with her new weapon.

One day they go out to look for information on Jace and they are in this downworlder bar or someplace like that, and Clary and Izzy are interrogating this vampire about Jace’s whereabouts or if he saw something unusual. The vampire is not quite cooperative and it takes them long to get some information out of him. The information isn’t quite relevant, but it’s something.

“That’s all I’ve got, little girl,” he says, and it sounds like he’s spitting at them. “So why don’t you and your friend get out? This is no place for the nephilim.”

Clary and Izzy just glare at him and turn around. Alec is waiting for them outside just in case something happens, and he is probably nervous with impatience at this point.

Just when they’re about to get out, Clary stops and turns around again, facing the vampire that is on the other side of room, smirking. Izzy doesn’t know what she’s doing, but doesn’t say anything, waiting patiently for her with the door opened.

Fast as lightning, Clary takes out one of her knives and throws it at the vampire, missing his face by inches on purpose. The vampire, completely stunned, looks at the knife, now nailed to the wall beside his face.

“My name is not little girl.” Clary then leaves the bar, silence filling the air after that. Izzy takes a second at the door, but there’s a clear smile on her face.

“I taught her so well,” she whispers and follows, closing the door with a thud.

song for the signs
  • // from my playlist - feel free to check your moon, venus and mars too !
  • aries: Uma Thurman - Fall Out Boy // I can move mountains
  • I can work a miracle, work a miracle //
  • taurus: Believe - Skillet // I'm still trying to figure out how to tell you I was wrong, I can't fill the emptiness inside since you've been gone. So is it you or is it me? I know I said things that I didn't mean, But you should've known me by now //
  • gemini: La La Lainey - Forever The Sickest Kids //She was always at a party disappointing daddy,Always dating dirtbags, everyone but me she had Lyrics from her favorite song tattooed on her arm. She was rough, she was fine, she was way out of her mind //
  • cancer: Alone Together - Fall Out Boy //My heart is like a stallion They love it more when it's broke in. Do you wanna feel beautiful? Do you wanna? //
  • leo: Good Enough - Adelitas Way // If I gave you the ocean, You would ask for the sun, But if I gave you that sunlight, You would say it's not what you want, And I give, and I give, and I give, But I don't give up, There was a time, When my best was good enough //
  • virgo: If I Said I'm In Love (Suicide) - Mizgin // it'd be suicide if I said I'm in love with you,'Cause you left me stranded I was down and out, Didn't think you could, never knew you would. No! //
  • libra: In The Night - Aaron Richards (originally weeknd) // In the night she hears him calling, In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain, She'll never walk away (I don't think you understand) //
  • scorpio: DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3 // bruises cover your arms, Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm And the best is, no one knows who you are Just another girl alone at the bar
  • sagittarius: Untraveled Road - Thousand Foot Krutch // Cause one voice is enough to make sleeping giants wake up, To make armies put their hands up and watch whole nations stand up, It’s one belief, one spark, one faith and one restart, And we can reboot the whole chart before it all falls apart //
  • capricorn: 'Till I Collapse - Eminem // 'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, Feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up //
  • aquarius: Deadpool Rap - Teamheadkick (XDDD) // Note to the ladies: I'm not a tool, I'm a sexy motherfucker //
  • pisces: This Is Call - Thousand Foot Krutch //she's a question without answers, who feels like falling apart. She knows, she's so much more than worthless, but she needs to find her purpose, she wonders what she did to deserve this //

anonymous asked:

Can you do the Soul mate AU with tatoos please? You don't have to. I'm just wondering.

Will’s soulmate is sad today. He knows, because the little skeleton kitten on his wrist scampered to his ribs and sat, sulking, against his heart. Will brushes his knuckles over it, fond, and heads off to college.

He promises himself, as he walks off to college, that when he meets his soulmate, the first thing he’ll do is make him laugh.


Nico feels terrible. It was a late day at the bar where he worked, and to make it even worse, Percy’s girl friend came to give him company at the bar, and Nico had to watch them pick up eachother’s sentences like a cliche, and absentmindedly run their fingers across their tattoos, bubbling waves crashing against Annabeth’s wrist as Percy laughed at what she said, and a cozy cabin building itself on Percy’s wrist as Annabeth curled against him as they went home.

On his wrist, his sun shined merrily, twinkling, and Nico wanted to scrub the damn thing off. His soulmate was calm and happy all the damn time it seemed. It was such a stupid reminder when he was feeling so shitty.


The next day, Nico felt bad for saying so, because his soulmate seemed so tired, his sun gleaming dully if at all. Nico, despite himself, worried, and then felt irritated for worrying. Who cared about his stupid soulmate anyway? He went back to cleaning glasses and ignoring Jason as he talked his ear off about the PoliSci classes he was taking in college.

But somehow, till the end of his shift, he still felt restless.


The kitten wouldn’t stop moving. Her bones rattled as she bristled, pacing her way up and down his arm. Will frowned down at her, and she opened her mouth, seeming to meow soundlessly up at him. And then she started licking him. Will sighed, and put his pen down. Maybe it was a sign. His eyes were crossing at the textbook in front of him, and he was ready to drop.

He went to bed, and at last, the skeleton kitty settled down against his chest, purring.


A month later, the kitty started crying. Will could hear it, not as a sound, but as a hollowness in his bones, echoing every time she opened her mouth. Will frowned. He’d only seen her close to being this distressed eight years ago. Then she was worse, her cries rocking her bones until they’d almost shattered, and eleven year old Will had gotten so afraid that he’d run to his mother and started crying that his kitten was dying. It took two years for the kitten to come out of her lethargic slump against his chest, and when she did, her moods were much more volatile than before.

Now, Will was afraid what this distress would bring. He murmured to her as if that would calm her down, but she didn’t quiet that much.

The hollowness in his bones lasted through out the day.


“We’re getting married!” Percy was beaming. Annabeth, usually at least one variation of fierce, no matter what she was doing, didn’t have a sharp line in her face. Her gray eyes were the color of quicksilver.

Nico was wondering whether it was possible he could lock himself in his room for the rest of the year and never come out. It shouldn’t have surprised him. Annabeth and Percy were in love since they were all kids, and Nico knew this. He had five years worth of experience every day, and yet he still felt hollow at the declaration.

“And Nico, I was wondering…” No. No, no, no. This could not get any worse, Nico’s luck could not be this bad. Percy looked at him hopefully, and Nico knew that whatever he asked, Nico wouldn’t be able to say no. “If you would be one of my groomsmen?”

At least he didn’t say best man. No doubt that title would go to Grover, Percy’s best friend living in the Californian wilderness as an advocate for wildlife preservation. Nico tried to feel better at this small bit of reprieve, but it wasn’t working.

Percy frowned uncertainly. “If you don’t want to, I mean, I know that it’s not–”

Nico shook his head, trying to plaster a smile on his face that didn’t seem thin and fake. “No, no, I’d love to. Honestly. I was just trying to align the idea of Percy in a monkey suit.”

Percy laughed, and they both pulled him in for a hug, and Nico buried his face in Annabeth’s shoulder and tried not cry. On his wrist, the sun peeked worriedly from behind the clouds.


Three months later, Nico’s wrist shone bright and bubbling, attracting the stares of the sales clerk that was trying to get him fitted for the suit he was supposed to wear for the engagement party, his first suit since the one he wore to Bianca’s funeral when he was ten. He shot her a dirty look and tugged his sleeves over it. He knew how it looked, this punk looking kid who came in wearing a skull t-shirt that said death to patriarchy in blood red, dripping letters, having such a bright and colorful tattoo.

It’s not Nico’s fault. It’s not like he asked for it.

When he finally picked out a suit and changed back to his shirt, Jason noticed it. His smile grew bright, teasing. “So…someone’s a happy fella aren’t they? I wonder what they’re so happy for?”

Nico scowled at him. “How the fuck am I supposed to know? We don’t all know who our soulmates are.”

“I said I was pretty sure it was Piper from my English gen ed, not that I knew, and Nico, I told you that in confidence–”

Nico rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Whatever.”

He glanced down at his tattoo, and despite all denials to the contrary, a part of his heart lifted at seeing his soulmate so happy.


Will was having a good streak. He aced his midterm, managed to score an internship that was usually reserved for juniors and seniors, and when he came home, he found out that his friends from camp, Percy and Annabeth were getting married this June.

It was just a good day.

His kitten looked up from where it was licking itself, and then nuzzled his arm, twining around his forearm.

He kissed it on the forehead, and grinned to himself, finding a pen from his bag and checking off the box labeled “RSVP.”


Will’s tattoo would not sit still. It scampered all across his body, pawing at things, barely stopping to nuzzle at him or lick it’s self. Will would blink, and it would go from pawing at his collar bone to running circles around his ankles, chasing his tail. Will looked at it, amused, and then went to his closet, putting on his suit.

He hated to cover up his tattoo, especially when the poor thing was in such a frenzy, but he couldn’t just show up to the wedding stark naked.

He sighed, and tugged on his suit, straightening it. Hopefully his soulmate calmed down soon.


Nico can not calm down. He figured he’d spend the entire wedding in a black hole of misery, but honestly, he doesn’t have time. Some one managed to put him in charge of apparently a million things, cough, cough, Rachel, and he doesn’t have even time to mope. Which, he’s pretty sure, was her plan in the first place.

It is not that great of a plan. He’s pretty positive he might show up to the wedding sweating like a pig, and he’s pretty sure that didn’t go with Rachel’s wedding plan.

Some how, impossibly, he manages to get to his place at the altar on time, standing next to Jason and Frank. Leo’s grinning at them all devilishly from the crowd, and he sends Nico a wink. Nico doesn’t flip him off, only because this is a wedding. He still had some beef to pick with Leo. He’d gone on a world wind traveling spree and finally found his soulmate in a small island in the middle of nowhere that he’d found entirely by accident, and then she wanted to go on another global traveling spree, and neither of them had been accessible enough to be called in as groomsmen. They barely got the invitation for the wedding. But worst of all, Leo left him with Jason for an entire year.

But now he’s sitting there in the crowd like he doesn’t have a care in the world, a flower peeking through his collar, a bright little sun flower that makes Nico think of his own tattoo, merrily twinkling on his wrist. The girl with him, with the cinnamon colored hair and big brown eyes that Percy hasn’t been able to look in the eye, seems the same kind of melancholy happy that Nico seems to feel. The bronze dragon on her forearm clicks and whirls, twining up and down her arm and giving the couple a mechanical grin.

Despite the torture of being left alone with Jason, Nico can’t help but feel happy that he’s here at all.


Will’s almost late to the wedding. He gets ushered in by a girl with choppy hair braided through with a feather, wearing a blue dress that he’s pretty sure is a bridesmaid dress. His tattoo, when he checks, is settled, purring against his wrist.

He tugs it down, and focuses on the ceremony. They look amazing, Percy and Annabeth, glowing compared to the last time he saw them. When Annabeth arrives, her blonde hair curled up on the back of her head, her smile so bright it rivals the sun, shining through the church windows. Percy has his hands over his mouth, and he’s smiling so wide you can practically see through it through his hands.

He can see what must be Percy’s mother and step father in the front seat. Mrs. Jackson is squeezing her husbands hand tight as she beams at her son.

All of it makes Will’s heart melt, and once again, he presses a kiss to his own tattoo, and imagines what it’d be like, in a couple of years, for him to be at the altar with his soulmate, feeling this kind of happiness. It’s unimaginable.

Finally Percy bends Annabeth backward in a kiss, and her tattoo floods her arm in a tsunami, rolling in the type of extreme joy that’s once in a life time. Will can see the peeks of a building building against Percy’s neck, and he can see the love affecting others’ tattoos as well, The bridesmaid’s tattoos scampering up their arms.

He looks to the groomsmen, as they’re getting up to watch Percy and Annabeth run down the aisle, laughing, and he sees the flash of black before he turns back to the bride and groom, whistling and hooting with the rest of the audience.


Will’s trying not to blatantly check out one of the groomsmen, and probably succeeding, because the guy hasn’t looked at Will once, instead leaning against the table behind him and smiling softly as he watches the couples whirling around on the floor. He doesn’t dance himself though, Will sees, no matter who asks, and the fiery red head looks more than ready to drag him onto the floor when Will finally gets the courage to go up and ask.

“Nico, I swear to god, if you don’t–”

“May I have this dance?” Will asks. They both look up at him. The red head looks vaguely irritated, but Nico looks relieved.

“Um, I’m sorry, but I was just about to dance with my friend–” the red head starts, but Will shakes his head.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re beautiful, and I’d love to have another dance but…” He dares to cast a look at Nico, who’s crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow, which isn’t particularly reassuring. “I was kind of asking him.”

The red head brightens. “Great! Then it’s up to you to get him to dance, and I can hunt you down if he doesn’t.” She smiles an absolutely terrifying smile, and flounces off, spinning a nearby guy into her arms.

Will turns to Nico, heart in his throat, and Nico doesn’t change his blatantly unimpressed look. This isn’t going to go well.


Nico’s tattoo faded into a romantic sunset five minutes ago, and was moonily floating around since. Stupid, sappy soulmate. Nico was at a fucking wedding, and he was pretty sure his tattoo wasn’t mooning around. And who did this soulmate think he is, mooning around without Nico to moon over? And now this stupidly pretty blonde was asking him for a dance as if he could do the job that half the bridal party had already tried to do, and Nico was very cross.

He gave his most aloof look. “I’m not dancing.”

“Not even if I ask you nicely?”

Nico’s eyebrow raised higher. “No.”

“And there’s nothing I can do to convince you?”


“Even if I tell you that I’ve been wondering how to get you out of that suit ever since I saw you at the reception?”

Nico choked, and went abruptly bright red, and the blonde looked pleased. “What?

“It was worth a shot. Though it’s true.” The blonde shrugs like it’s no big deal, and Nico narrows his eyes, actually taking the guy in. He is beautiful, in a weirdly imperfect type way. Bright, halo like hair. A smile that somehow manages to be smug and nervous at the same time. And Nico turns redder as he realizes that wow, this guy can really pull of a suit.

Nico holds out his hand, and the guy looks at him, taken off guard. “Well? You said you wanted a dance didn’t you?”

The guy wordlessly pulls him up, and Nico leads him into the dance floor, pulling him close, and he can see the guy’s eyes go dark as he looks down at him. It’s kind of intoxicating, that he has such an affect on the guy.

“So…What’s your name?” Nico says conversationally, his finger drawing distracting circles on the small of the guy’s back.

“It’s Will.” He sounds breathless, and Nico grins to himself as he leans up to exhale a breath against Will’s ear, just to hear Will’s breath stutter.

“So…Will. Tell me. What exactly were you going to do to get me out of my suit?” Nico asks, low and husky. Will’s hand tightens on his.

Will looks a bit strangled, but he still manages to say, “I was hoping it started with a dance.”

Nico laughs. “It doesn’t. It might start with a date, if you ask me nicely.”

Will looks at him steadily, and Nico’s teasing facade drops, just a bit. And then Will asks softly, “Please?”


Nico arches up against Will, tugging on his shirt to get it off, god, off. “You know, I wasn’t actually planning on putting out on the first date,” Nico says breathlessly, and Will presses a kiss against his neck, making a curious noise. He bites down then, and Nico gasps. “Fuck, but then you looked like that, and I just–”

“God stop talking, you’re driving me insane–” Will bit out, and then finally Will’s shirt was off, and Nico caught sight of the tattoo vibrating against his chest, and stopped dead in his tracks. He sat up from underneath Will, and Will tensed, pulling back. Nico grabbed his arm, keeping him where he was, and Will looked at him, confused. “What?”

“That’s mine,” Nico said wonderingly.

Will froze. “What?”

Nico met his eyes. “I know it, Will, that’s my tattoo.”

Will grabbed Nico’s wrist, pushing up Nico’s sleeve to see the sunny tattoo, and exhaled, pressing a hand against his mouth. “That’s mine too, god, Nico–”

And then suddenly they were laughing and kissing, and falling back against the bed pulling off eachother’s shirts and pressing against eachother’s skin.

And when they were done, their tattoos humming against eachother, Will held Nico’s face in his hands, pressing his forehead to his like a promise. “I could grow to love you,” he said, like a confession, and Nico smiled, pressing a hand against Will’s tattoo.

“I could grow to love you too.”

Oh wow. I really loved writing this. Like really loved writing this. Why can’t I just write emotions in terms of tattoos? Honestly, that would make writing so much easier. Thank you soooo much for prompting me this nonny! :)

If I’m ever rich I’m gonna sponsor low income girls to travel internationally. I think it’s such an amazing experience and it really sucks that people are barred from it because of money!! I’ll also sponsor dental work because it’s actually ridiculous that so many people don’t have access to good dental health because dental work is so exuberantly expensive.

The Ultimate Blue Team fuck around

The ultimate blue team fuck around would be Wash finding an amazing apartment and not being able to afford it so he asks Tucker to live with him to help pay for it, and then Tucker asking Church to come, and caboose just coming because of church.

After a few months in the apartment Church moves because he wants to live with Tex like four states over. And the boys are worried (Meaning mainly Wash partly Tucker none Caboose) because they probably won’t have enough money for rent because Wash works at Starbucks, Tucker works at a bar, and caboose works at an ice cream place, and Church was like the last piece of stable pay that they needed to pay the rent.

And then one day, like three days before the rent is due, Tucker comes home from the bar saying that he found the answers to their problems and brings in this girl. This really pretty, really drunk looking girl.

Wash freaks out of course yelling about how he can’t bring a drunk girl into their house. Tucker is yelling back at him telling him to listen. Caboose is asking the girl her name.

A slurred “Shut up!” Is shouted and all eyes are on the drunk girl who is pushing her hair out her face. She smiles once she gets their attention and points a finger to the group of boys. “You need money for your apartment.” She points to herself her stance is wobbly and she looks like she’s gonna fall over. “I need a place to stay. I think that we can work this out.” Wash is about to tell Tucker to take her back to the bar when the girl brings out this thick wad of cash waving it around in his face.

And he doesn’t even agree officially. He just tells Tucker to “Put her in Church’s room, she looks like she’s gonna pass out, we’ll talk about this in the morning.”

And that’s how the lovely Kaikaina Grif started living with them and that’s how they started going to these crazy clubs and also how everyone started sleeping with everyone.

‘ i swear it, i’m not kidding. ’ stumbling down the damrak, the girl waved her arms as she spoke in her usual gesticulatory fashion., red-slicked lips shaping into a wide grin. the street was as quiet as she could imagine it; that is, not at all, and between the strings of lights draped across bar awnings and the confused tourists disembarking the safety of the train, the vibrancy of the midnight streets never seemed to settle. ‘ i need STARS, jude. i couldn’t find the sticky ones, so i bought this wacky glow in the dark paint, and i am going to paint them myself when we get back. with your help, of course. ’ no was not an answer in the girl’s vocabulary. ‘ i’m starving, though; you fancy a pizza ? ’ // @kjudes