Apr 13, 2019
I was up writing one (1) singular gay scene for my babeys until 4 AM. It was 2,892 words long. I wrote it for 3 hours straight. That was the only thing straight about it. Please send assistance.
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I was up writing one (1) singular gay scene for my babeys until 4 AM. It was 2,892 words long. I wrote it for 3 hours straight. That was the only thing straight about it. Please send assistance.
New Challenge
Let’s see how long it will take for me to make @onedirtysock straight for Gunner. Place your bets now and let the 75th annual Thirst Hunger Games begin.
Hey y’all, so for personal reasons I don’t want to share all of this fic until the show’s planning is further underway. BUUUT there was section that was just so unbelievably adorable that I HAD to share it. I hope you enjoy!
Pierce fiddled with his fork and knife and stared nervously at his plate. It wasn’t that the pork chops, mashed potatoes, sautéed broccoli and green beans, and moist chocolate cake he’d prepared for him and his boyfriend’s night of cuddling and/or debauchery looked unappetizing— quite the opposite. He was simply uneasy, embarrassed. Neither of them were really sure why they’d decided this night was special, they had just agreed that they’d have a date that evening at Pierce’s house. They had no need to go somewhere else to spend time together; they could have just as much fun alone together. Gunner would be out for the night and Theodore was gone the whole week for a convention in a nearby city. What better time to invite over the person he loved the most and watch Netflix on the couch and yell loudly and teasingly about what idiots they were?
And so, Pierce fingered his utensils in anxiety. Nick, meanwhile, had a mouth full of meat and potatoes, chowing down unapologetically.
“Do you, uh, like it? I wasn’t sure what you wanted,” Pierce coughed.
Nick paused his chewing to flash an endearing grin to his boyfriend.
“I’ll eat whatever you make, Pierce! It’s always delicious, man, you know how to season food.”
Pierce met Nick’s eyes momentarily, encouraged by the praise. Emboldened, he took a bite of his own food and made a comment about an event earlier in the day. After a small chuckle and responsive quip from the young fox, conversation flowed easier.
“I mean, there’s a ton of stuff to do in town, but all the things we haven’t done before are out of town,” Nick remarked casually, drawing one fork tine across an empty plate, “The amusement park is at least a good half hour away by car, and I seriously wish it was closer.”
Pierce nodded. After a moment of courage-gathering, he spoke as casually as he could.
“Would you maybe wanna move to the balcony? Since we’re finished with dinner?”
Nick grinned. He’d been waiting the whole night to be closer to Pierce.
“That sounds great!”
Pierce held the glass door open for Nick as they stepped out onto the balcony. Pierce took his seat on the comfy, wicker couch, and, though there were plenty of chairs around the balcony he could have chosen, Nick plopped himself down right next to Pierce. Pierce gulped from nervousness as he felt Nick’s hip and side against his on the couch. What was he even nervous for? This was his boyfriend, they’d been far more intimate than this many times before. Why was he so aware of the contact between them?
Nevertheless, Pierce managed a playful smile and wrapped his right arm around Nick’s shoulders, holding him close protectively. Nick giggled at the bro-y gesture often performed by his significant other. Eyes fixed firmly but affectionately on the wall to his right, Nick relaxed into Pierce’s embrace and let his head drop onto the smaller man’s shoulder. This led Pierce to rest his fluffy cheek on Nick’s temple. Both of them sighed, though with varying underlying emotions and volumes.
“It’s such a gorgeous night out,” Nick murmured peacefully.
“Yeah, it is,” Pierce said, “It hasn’t been this warm in months.”
The stars glittered in the night sky. Though plenty of them were still hidden by midwestern pollution, the constellations were visible in the vast expanse.
Nick made a soft noise and pointed a finger suddenly out at the sky.
“There’s Orion’s Belt!” he exclaimed, “Do you see it?”
Pierce squinted in effort. Just looked like a bunch of space to him. Nick took one hand softly to Pierce’s chin, angling him to look the right direction. Then he extended his arm one more time to point at the constellation.
“Do you see the big cluster there of lights? Now the one slightly down and to the right? Follow that star even further over aaaaand. . . there it is.”
Pierce’s eyes followed the instructions and soon they hooked upon three bright stars, right in a row. Orion’s Belt.
“I see it!” he burst out, a bit more excitedly than he meant to be, “I found it now.”
Nick smiled to himself. That had to be his favorite voice in the world.
“And— over there, in that corner of the sky? There should be a series of stars in kind of a straight line with a hook? Looks kinda like a coat hanger?” Nick fumbled.
“Uhmm. . . Yeah! I see it. What about it?”
“That’s Leo.”
“Oh. Huh, weird. How’d anybody ever make anything of these stars, huh? Apparently they saw lions and hawks and stuff. Just looks like a bunch of stars to me.”
“Honestly? Me too. But they’re still pretty to look at.”
“Yeah.”
“Abstract art.”
“Exactly.”
Nick ran a finger pad over the seam in his jeans. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. So he sighed and sank deeper into Pierce’s body.
“I love you, bro.”
“I love you too, dude.”
,,,,Okay so Pierce Johnston is trans now and that’s a thing, didn’t expect that to happen but it did
Ellen: So I heard you love Theodore Johnston
Me: Yeah!!
*The sound of Theodore’s brutally murdered corpse being dragged onto the stage*
Me: omg Ellen you didn’t : )
Pierce Johnston, stubbing his toe in front of his father: FUCKING SHIT ASS COCK BALLS MOTHERFUCKER
Theodore Johnston, stubbing his toe while completely alone at home: *Quietly but intensely* h e c k
Gunner is the type of dude who can say both “Hey there, I can show you the time of your life if you’d like to see stars.” (While finger gunning) and “*Sing-song tone* Ciao, darling. It’s been simply divine, but your taste in chinaware is atrocious and I’ll not be coming back. Have a lovely evening, sweetheart!”
Hey y’all should totally ask me about my OCs
I want to start posting about my OCs more because I love them, but I’m not really sure how to start. I thought I’d make a basic summary post, tag a few people, and hope y’all ask some questions about them so I know what the public wants to know! This will be simple base information about their personalities. Feel free to ask anything about them and hopefully this can get the ball rolling for me to talk about them more!
Pierce Johnston (he/him): Angery boi, defensive to cover up his insecurities, actually really soft and wants people to like him, constantly feels like he’s never being taken seriously, aggressive but would die defending his friends without a second thought (Twin of Gunner, Nick’s boyfriend)
Gunner Johnston (he/him): Incredibly chill, always calm and collected, silently observant, flirty, hoe social butterfly, incredibly empathetic and an expert body language reader so he makes it his goal to make other people happy, intelligent and contemplative, reads philosophy, psychology, and sociology (Twin of Pierce, Piper’s boyfriend)
Nick Perry (he/him): Soft sunshine child who deserves the world, his smile could cure my depression, kind and a lil bit of a trusting fool, perfectly intelligent but prefers someone else take the lead so he can be a follower, plays baseball and could be an actor or voice actor if he wanted, theatre nerd (Pierce’s boyfriend, cousin of Piper)
Piper Morgan (she/her): Rowdy rowdy gal, is calm and normal until prompted otherwise, overly energetic, highly intelligent but doesn’t act like it, obsessed with science and will be either a chemist or a biologist, couldn’t be distinguished if she tried and wears only anime t-shirts (Gunner’s girlfriend, cousin of Nick)
Theodore Johnston (he/him): Sonft,, babey,, boy,, Without a doubt the most kind, soft, and understanding person you will ever meet, would cry if he accidentally killed a bug, very logical but very empathetic, has always wanted to be a parent and turned out to be an amazing one, everyone’s dad, gives the best advice and emotional support (Father of Gunner and Pierce)
Janette Cryptin (she/her): Was a really nice and selfless gal until she got captured and tortured for information (boy that was wild, huh? Lemme know if I should post her backstory), she basically went off the rails and became an abusive alcoholic, Theodore had the sense to divorce her early, Janette only sees the twins on alternate weekends because of custody stuff and they have a mutual loathing for each other (Mother of Gunner and Pierce)
Dreadnaught (they/them): Older than Gunner and Pierce but straight-up acts like a 5-year-old, playful in both friendship and violence, mortal enemy of the twins but only the twins view it that way, looks and acts like if a shadow gained sentience and the personality of a child who watched too many violent TV shows, what?? Is?? Gender??, wears black hoodies 100% of the time, has killed a man and laughed while doing it (Relationships classified or unknown)
Y’all should totally send any and all questions for or about my bastard children! I can’t draw but I can do writing requests and stuff.
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