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Big Fundraiser Pimpin'!!!!!

Hey, everyone out there who reads this stuff and lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, how about you attend this amazing event right here?

High School's a DRAG but it doesn't have to be.



"The Queens of the Castro" is a non profit organization putting on a fundraiser for LGBT youth on October 1st!

ALL PROCEEDS FROM THIS EVENT DIRECTLY BENEFIT LGBT YOUTH!

Time: Saturday, October 1 · 7:30pm - 10:30pm

Location: Mission High School Auditorium
3750 18th Street
San Francisco, CA


Who will be there?: SOME FABULOUS FUCKING BITCHES, SO BUY A TICKET AND GO.

I will also probably be there, if I can get it off work. I am less fabulous and not really a bitch, but you know, I will most likely be there. You shall know me as the short, plump drunk one, being rather slutty...okay, that's a lot of people. Hmm



Also, Jessica Wild will be there from RuPaul's Drag Race. LET'S DO THIS THING!

Why do I have no superhero icons?????

I just need a picture of a skinny but hot nerd in a sexy leather cat suit complete with cat ears, with a tiny red bandage on his cheek that has little ninjas on it, okay?

DON'T JUDGE ME. :P

No, I did not get sidetracked with cheesy superhero roman...

No, I did not get sidetracked with cheesy superhero romantic fun times. No...


Okay a little.

Eeek! Eeek!Never gets old! Woo hooo!!!!

Eeek! Eeek!

Never gets old! Woo hooo!!!!

shoot me. in the face.

Charlie. Will. I love you. But I don't think anyone wants to read a 30 page summary of your adorable awkward flailiness and anyway, I am getting tired of writing it.

"Will says the couch is uncomfortable and asks if he can sleep in Charlie's bed with him. Obvious come on is obvious and Charlie is embarrassed as he agrees, but he's so quiet that Will gets uncertain, and after getting into bed with him, they both sit there in awkward, adorable flailiness."


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

What Charlie Wants????Too cheesy? I hate titles. I hate e...

What Charlie Wants????

Too cheesy? I hate titles. I hate even typing it because it always comes out "tilte" first. Grrrr.


Edit: Two new ones have been suggested. "Where There's A Will" or "Play It Again, Charlie"

Which are both so ridiculous and charming I can't even. Too. Much. Cute. Can't. Decide.

Anyone use Blogger?

I have a blogspot I almost never use, though I should, and was wondering if there were awesome blogs over there I should be reading.

373 pages is a publishable length for a small-ish epublis...

373 pages is a publishable length for a small-ish epublisher, right? haha

Or not.

I hope no one was too attached to that last Charlie/Will sex scene, cuz I done cut it. It gone. They needed more talking than humping. Hmm but I might need someone to read it who hasn't suffered through all these previous versions and the babble.

and probably I need to go through again and cut some more from back when I wrote a whole section for NaNoWriMo and just babbling 50,000 words but I want a fresh opinion before I do that

You interested in this. lol

I'll shaddup now. But I am so pleased with myself for cutting it down even this much I had to share. :)

This was meant to be commentfic and clearly went long.

Title: Marilyn Said It Best But Will Said It Last
Pairing: Charlie and Will, the fluffy versions.

Notes:So, y'all should know that existing story of Charlie and Will has (in my head) a big AU that sinjah and I call the Hospital AU in which the boys meet while Charlie is recovering from surgeries instead of years later and there is much angst and very little sex (so… basically it's the complete opposite of the actual story). And this mess is a snippet of an AU for *that* AU. Keep up, okay? Because I am insane.

This is like a fluffier, What If tangent of that hospital AU, in which they become friends while Charlie is in the hospital, but Will falls so in love with Charlie that there are little hearts popping around his head when he looks at him and he refers to him as his future boyfriend to pretty much everyone *but* Charlie, and everyone in the whole world gets how in love they are except for Charlie, who is all heartbroken and insecure and too in pain to notice the obvious until Will *has* to make a move. Only then Charlie can't tell if they are friends with benefits or what and someone ought to slap him, really.


<--that is also the story summary, pretty much.

Um…I feel like I should write that anyway. A fluffy remix! (As though Cal and Ray weren't bad enough!)

This is for sinjah 's prompt of something in that universe. Thread with the prompt and perhaps a better explanation here. Also some porn.





He wasn't expecting company, but when Charlie opened the door and saw Will standing on the other side he couldn't help smiling. He lifted his eyebrows in inquiry anyway, because Will would expect him to, and felt his smile grow when Will hopped in place and grinned at him. There was pink in his cheeks.

Will was wearing a green button down with short sleeves that made his eyes impossibly bright and showed off his hint of a tan. His hair was an artful mess, soft and warm to see, to the touch, though Charlie kept his hands to himself despite the flash of memory of having it between his fingers as he'd angled his head back for a kiss and how Will had grabbed handfuls of his shirt to pull him closer.

Will's eyes dipped to his hands as if reading his mind, or thinking of the same thing, but then he said, "Were you cleaning?" and Charlie remembered the dishes he'd been washing and the soap bubbles on his hands and stepped aside to let Will in.

If that kept Will from seeing his flush and his quick glance at the door, where he'd pressed Will for that kiss, then that was fine too. It was bad enough Charlie had been caught staring at him again, thinking about something he wasn't supposed to think about.

Will stopped only a few steps inside, waiting for Charlie to close the door behind him before bursting into speech and filling Charlie's apartment with the sound of his voice.

"Oh, dishes. I didn't mean to come at a bad time. I can come back…" He didn't movie despite the offer, he never did. It would have been irritating if anyone else had done it; Charlie never minded when Will did it. It would be worse to have him go. Will's chatter had been a soothing distraction on his darkest days, when the pain had seemed never ending. Sometimes now it felt like the only sound in Charlie's world worth hearing, and that more than anything else told Charlie how screwed he was. After everything, after Mark, you'd think he would have learned that he wasn't the friends with benefits type, if that's what this was. Maybe it wasn't, maybe Will had meant it when he'd phrased the offer as just a way to make Charlie feel better.

He had been in pain last night, more than he'd been in in months, and Will was…younger, and flirty. It might have been just a friendly gesture to him.

Charlie flushed all over at the idea, because if that was true, then he'd made a fool of himself by reaching so desperately for Will, holding him the way he'd wanted to for over a year now and kissing him like that. God, kissing him until his lips were numb and Will had been weak with his back to the door, and all he'd managed to say when Charlie had finally pulled back, had been one of his movie quotes. Don't stop, don't ever stop with his mouth wet and his hands gripping tight to make sure Charlie wouldn't move away.

Charlie always attached too much meaning to things, Mark had taught him that. Will got excited about everything, so it hadn't meant anything when he'd knelt in front of Charlie and whispered hot against his thigh that he couldn't wait anymore, that he'd waited so long already. Charlie had been stupid to run his fingers through his hair and burned to remember his thumb at Will's cheek. It didn't matter that Will had opened his eyes to look at him, his eyes incredibly bright.

And after, with Will shocked but pliant in his lap, he shouldn't have kissed his neck and encouraged those needy sounds that Will had made when Charlie had touched his cock. He should have known better.

He cleared his throat when he realized Will was still talking and went back to the sink when he realized how close they were standing because he hadn't moved away.

"Did you eat already? I was going to suggest we go out."

"I…yeah." Charlie winced at how husky his voice was and took a breath. Then he looked over, studying Will carefully. "Did you eat?" He frowned. "I can make you something."

"Why, Charlie." Will was teasing, Charlie knew that. It didn't stop him from responding to that honeyed tone, going tense as his heart started to beat faster. "You sweet thing, you." Will came up beside him and took a dish to dry it without asking. Pretty boys like Will got away with things like that. Charlie couldn't make himself resent him, though he had to fight not to point out that Will hadn't washed his hands and was now touching a cleaned dish. Will would either call him persnickety but go over and obediently wash his hands or comment once again that Charlie had OCD. And if Will went there it was only a step away from Will asking if Charlie's therapy was going well and if he'd been unduly anxious lately, and Charlie really didn't need to feel anymore pathetic today.

"You mean you aren't here for my leftovers?" he asked instead and smiled and turned away at Will's gasped protest. He didn't mind feeding Will and Will knew it. Why else would he be over almost every night, on the couch with his feet against Charlie's side, some old movie on the TV for him to ooh and aah over while Charlie graded papers.

After a moment, Will quieted down and went back to drying. Charlie handed him another plate but kept his eyes down, not ready to meet the looks Will kept giving him.

They were probably meant to be sneaky. They failed.

It was stupid to be this afraid of someone who couldn't even manage basic stealth. Obviously, despite last night, nothing had changed for Will or it would have been all over his face, and he was smiling the way he always did when he was over.

Charlie glanced over at his profile just the same, the faint line of freckles over his cheekbones, the hint of stubble at his jaw, the curve of his lips. He swallowed.

Will's mouth opened.

"I feel better today." Charlie beat Will to it, but dropped his head when Will jerked upright and looked up at him. "Thank you."

With the surgeries and everything that went with them, helplessness, pain, weakness, Charlie hadn't been close to anyone in a long time and he wasn't naïve enough to think that Will hadn't noticed. He wanted to squirm at the idea of pity, but it was a fact that while Charlie could get dates, Will was out of his league. He was younger, smart, obviously sexy. Charlie had been too serious even before the accident, and it was an inescapable fact that Will had seen him sweating through physical therapy and bent over his cane, fighting to walk again. His face was lined now, his hair had more gray than it had had before the accident. Why should Will want more?

Charlie lifted his chin and ignored his blush though he knew Will saw it. "I mean it." He got the words out through his embarrassment. "It was…" He'd told Will how he'd been last night, over and over, because Will should always hear how incredible he was.

"Really? All better?" Will seemed inordinately pleased with this news, or perhaps just with himself and his fellatio skills. Charlie actually glowered at him for a moment and then rolled his eyes and handed him the last dish, the coffee cup with the picture of Charlie and Mark on it that Will always had a snippy comment about.

Surprisingly, he didn't take advantage of the perfect opportunity to "accidentally" drop it and break it. He barely seemed to see it. He was still staring at Charlie.

"You were being a grumpy bear." He licked his lower lip and gave Charlie the same, warm, flirtatious look he always gave him when saying something outrageous. "Not that I don't like you grouchy and giving orders of course." His breath caught at Charlie's cough, because Will had said that before, many times, teasing him, or so Charlie had thought, but then Will went on. "But I don't like seeing you in pain." He frowned, suddenly serious. "Not ever." He tilted his head up, seeking an answer, and Charlie made the mistake of looking over. "I… You, Charlie. You know?"

It was that sticky, rough note in Will's voice, a note Charlie recognized after last night, after hearing it in his name and under the fast, heavy breathing as he'd made Will come.

Will's eyes were so bright, hot, or that was his body as he came closer. Charlie blinked but didn't move back.

"Will." It was a warning, a growl to cover his confusion. It shouldn't have made Will shiver or turn those eyes up to study him.

"Charlie." Will's hands moved, but Charlie's gaze was glued to his face, his mouth as he bit his bottom lip and considered his words. "You felt better, didn't you?"

The imploring, dulcet tone could have been Will acting, could have been a quote, but when Will angled his head back to keep their eye contact as he inched closer, Charlie didn't call him on it.

"It isn't your job to make me feel better," he pushed out.

The instant flash of hurt across Will's face made him reach out. His hand was still wet, hot and soapy, but when his thumb brushed Will's cheek and left bubbles behind, Will closed his eyes. He didn't move; it was like he was waiting.

Charlie couldn't breathe.

"Are we still friends?" The question was wrong and loud and gave away too much. He didn't want to lose Will over this. He couldn't…couldn't lose Will. But Will's mouth opened for a small, breathless laugh. Then he opened his eyes too.

"Charlie." Despite his smile, Will still hurt somehow. Charlie didn't like to see Will in pain either, not ever.

He pulled Will forward, and when he kissed him, Will grabbed handfuls of his shirt to hold him there, and whispered, low and hungry, against his mouth,

"Don't stop, Charlie. Don't ever stop."




I really ought to get the real Charlie and Will published so this would make more sense.

it's my niece's soccer team. what?

Okay, because I sort of promised, well not exactly, but you know, commentfic! Today only! Nothing too complicated though, and if I run out of time, I run out of time. Too bad for you.

:)

For anything original I've done, including Will and Charlie for those of you who have heard of them. I'd say something totally original too, but I just don't have the mental energy for that today. -->Editing is a tedious and boring master.


Edit: Oooh, all Will and Charlie requests. Their fluffy kinkiness speaks to many, it seems. haha