#chustin

[dykecassidy]

young shitty and in love

[bluepastels29]

Some chustin doodles I did a while ago ❤️💙

Dustin is the type of person to mask his anger with a smile so people wouldn't have to worry about seeing him upset, so the thought of him seeing someone mess with one of his boyfriends and he ends up knocking them out with a smile on his face like nothing happened is pretty funny to me, especially since he's not normally a violent person 🤣

[thedaltonshipment]

Nobody asked for this, and yet we're doing it anyway!

Literally every space in this hellsite has one, so why don't we have one as well?

The first round of polls will be uploaded starting on the 13th anniversary (Christ Almighty) of Hell Night and throughout the week, so February 27th-March 4th. In the meantime, I'm accepting ship propaganda (art) for every ship you could think of.

Let the games begin!

(Main blog is @fluidityandgiggles)

Links to the polls below the cut

Round One

Smytton vs Lobastian

Rilian vs Jogan

Sperril vs Dwodd

Lawrythe vs Lucy/Mika

Ericca vs Logkin

Harlie vs OT3Fect

Blogan vs Jameron

Kethan vs Ladie

Trin/Ford vs Drewtoru

Jadam vs Klaine

Sebrek vs Likey

Derian vs Orgyverse

Chustin vs Julioz

Larythe (Jujubash) vs Dwarlie

Todd/Sadie vs Kes

Juliark vs Alex/Allie

Austin/Clay vs Sinny/Raven

Durt vs Dwulian

Micrane vs Honey

Rane vs Dasey

Klogan vs Lake

Sebasthan vs Dwane

Stuart Trio vs Wesanny

Ford/Troy vs Johnny/Troy

Jojobash vs Dannika

Kurtbastian vs Speed

Reg/Cam vs George/Ryan

Jace vs Locah

Mine vs OT4Fect

Blude vs Datherine

Wilcroft vs Wevid

Tweedlecest vs Datherwes

[becausenoothernameisavailable]

The Princes's diaries

Prompt from wefoundwarblerland’s post : Dalton AU where everything about Justin is the same (including the gangs and everything), but he’s also the Prince of Wales. And Charlie is his boyfriend.

A/n : Dalton Big Bang 2020

Prompt: International Travel and Trouble in Paradise

“And to your left, we have Big Ben.” As the tour guide recited information about the Big Ben, Charlie trained his binoculars in delight as he and the other tourists on the Double Decker bus took in the beautiful façade. Their guide supplying information about the clock tower and the bridge they were parked on and the river below. This, however, lasted for a short time as the soon a traffic jam was formed surrounding the bus with loud honking permeating the air

“What’s going on?” Charlie asked the person closest to him who was peering down at the traffic. “No idea mate, there seem to a street fight/ bike gang thing on.”

“Don’t pay them any attention.” Their tour guide said above the din of the noise and continued speaking about Big Ben. While the others slowly started to pay attention to the tour, Justin noticed that gang had reached now reached their bus and a guy on a bike stopped nearby and pulled up his black visor and rubbed his eyes.

He had piercing blue eyes and Charlie thought he looked familiar. Soon the air was filled with the sound of the police approaching and the boy started his bike and turned around watching for his friend as if he was on a lookout. He whistled sharply and a group of guys looked up and immediately drove towards him.

Must be his friends, Charlie thought when the guy turned towards him, finding Charlie looking at him. He studied him sharply with his blue eyes and then winked and pulled his black visor down and drove away.

What was that Charlie thought to himself. Who was that?

“We now are making our way towards the Buckingham Palace which as you know is the London residence and administrative headquarters of the monarchy of the United Kingdom, His Majesty, King Richard and his family, Princess Lindsay - The Duchess of Edinburgh, The Prince of Wales and Heir to the Throne – Prince Justin and the Princess of Wales – Princess Laura.”

*

The tour bus dropped them off at the hotel where they were staying and Charlie got down wearily from the bus. “Bright early tomorrow morning.” The tour guide chirped and smiled and Charlie smiled tiredly and followed the group up the stairs.

He entered his room, thankful that the hotel had allotted them single rooms for their stay and smiled happily at his clean, white, bright room and the perfectly soft, turned down bed waiting for him when there was a knock on the door.

“Hey Mate.” Charlie looked into the familiar face of the tourist from earlier, “A bunch of us are going to the pub down the street for drinks and chips, you in?” Charlie nodded, it would be good to make some friends during the 10 days London Tour. “I need to wash up first and then can join you.”

“Cheers,” the guy smiled, “just ask the front desk for the directions, they have suggested the place.”

*

He was sure he had the directions down correctly, the concierge at the front desk even wrote it down for him but Charlie was sure he was lost. He peered down at the napkin again and looked at the street ahead.

A guy came scurrying out of nowhere and banged into him. “Sorry.” The guy said and looked up righting his clothes, “I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

Charlie turned towards him and he found him looking familiar. The guy had classic English looks with chestnut brown hair and blue eyes.

“You.” The guy said looking at Charlie, he smiled and asked, “Did you enjoy the tour.”

It was the same person from the morning, the guy on the bike with the piercing eyes, the one who winked at him and Charlie smiled a bit, so it wasn’t a coincidence.

“I, yes,” He nodded “It was good till this gang on bikes decide to show up and then it became interesting.” The guy smirked at him and studied his face, smiling gamely. “So your day was interesting.”

“Very.” Charlie flirted, looking into the guy’s face, studying him deeply; at the black fit shirt that emphasised his chest and the rolled-up cuffs that showed the definition of his arms, He looked familiar like as if he knew him from somewhere. The guy also looked at him carefully as if studying him, searching for something.

"They drove by the bus and well the leader, at least I think he was in charge considering how the other treated him, stopped next to the bus, rested, I think and then he winked at me and left. That doesn't happen to me every day," he confessed.

“He must have thought you were cute.” The other guy smirked and reached out to touch Charlie’s finger and Charlie moved close to him when they could hear yelling, “Your Highness, Your highness, stop.”

“Wait, the King is here,” Charlie asked looking around for the King. Surely he would be in a car surrounded by security. The other guy sighed, “Not the King, the Prince, “The King is addressed as Your Majesty.” ” Your highness is meant for Princes and Princesses. “ The guy said looking carefully at Charlie’s face.

“Sorry, still learning.” Charlie smiled and the guy smiled, “Your group went that way, two doors down, that’s the pub you need.” And Charlie beamed and looked at the guy through his eyelashes, “Can you come with?  You can teach me everything British so I don’t make a fool of myself.”

“Would love too,” The guy smiled and a trailed a finger up Charlie’s hand “but I got to be somewhere.”

“Oh,“ Charlie smiled sadly.

“Meet me here tomorrow, same time,” The guy said quickly as the footsteps sounded nearer, the yells of “Your Highness” not far behind and with a quick a kiss to Charlie’s cheek the guy ran down the street.

*

“So the Prince of England was out and about in London and without his usual security.” Charlie winced as girl next to him chattered loudly to her friend, not even paying attention to their tour guide who was reciting the itinerary for the day. “He was incognito.” She read holding the newspaper out in front of her.” He glanced at the paper or the British tabloid - The Sun, which was the correct word to use, he couldn’t wait for the evening where he could tell his admirer about the new words he learnt, and indeed the headlines read The Prince of Wales out and about.

“And he was right there where the pub was, he was right outside. I missed meeting the future king of England.” The girl wailed and her friend rubbed her back consolably.

Wait, it couldn’t be. He did not meet the future king of England!. The future King of England was not in a bike gang. It wasn’t. He glanced at the image of the Prince, while the boy looked eerily similar to the photo on the paper, it just wasn’t him. For one he was dressed differently and he didn’t have the dangerous sexy look in his eye when he studied Charlie and constant smirk on his lips.

The prince on the paper looked sad, even though he was smiling and greetings people. He looked lonely, Charlie thought. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.

*

“Hey, Stranger.” Charlie looked up and saw the guy, “If we are continuing to do this, you need to know my name. I’m Charlie, Charlie Amos.”

“So Charles then.” The guy smiled deeply, balancing his bike between his strong, long legs as he removed another helmet from where it was dangling on the handlebars. “Regal, I like it, It will do.” He nodded decidedly.

He handed the helmet to Charlie who took it. “I’m Justin.” He said looking carefully into Charlie’s eyes, “Hop on.” And Charlie secured the helmet on his head and hopped on the bike.

“Let me show you London through the eyes of true Londoner.”

They bypassed all the touristy scenes and Justin took Charlie to the places he would never have visited on his own, the lovely little park hidden amongst a sea of buildings, a quiet spot by the Thames Rivers – no it’s pronounced as Tems River, the place where you get the best fish and chips, the best beer on tap. The best pubs where they don’t card you. “No worries I am over 21.” “It’s 18 years in England,” Justin smirked and Charlie grinned.

It was amazing and Charlie just smiled as Justin shared small anecdotes of his life like; where he went to school and college – Eton and Charlie just held on to him tightly, his arms around Justin’s waist, his legs resting next Justin’s and Justin expertly manoeuvred them through the busy London traffic. He finally stopped outside a beautiful garden, St James’s Park, Charlie read and recognized the Buckingham Palace nearby.

“Are you sure we can be here?” Charlie asked as he looked around the beautiful area and at Justin who was looking at him carefully as if gauging him and Charlie smiled. He looked beautiful in the dusk, the setting sun painting a pretty picture, casting a glow around him and Justin took his hand gently and kissed it. “Come, No one can stop us.”

He led them through the gates into the park and they walked quietly, side by side, hands brushing each other’s until Justin caught his and linked fingers together and then they walked side by side, Justin showing him the views and pointing out specific aspects of the park all while their fingers were gently locked together.

They stayed by the edge of the pond till the sunset, Charlie leaning against Justin as he supported their weight watching the ducks swim past. “It’s late.” Justin sighed as his watch chirped an alarm, “I should probably get you back,”

“Hmm,” Charlie said sleepily and Justin smiled and kissed his nose. “My lips are right there,” Charlie whispered and bit his lips, eyes still closed even though his face betrayed the laughter that he was trying to control. “You don’t say.” smirked Justin kissing him deeply.

*

“I had a lovely time.” Charlie smiled and handed Justin the helmet. He had Justin drop him off in front of his hotel which was actually not far from the park and in fact he had passed by the park on way to the Buckingham Palace. St James’s Park, it now held a special place in his heart.

Justin pushed up his visor but didn’t remove the helmet and he looked exactly how he was when Charlie first laid eye on him. “So tomorrow then. “Charlie asked breathlessly and Justin winked and drove away.

*

Charlie thought about the kiss the entire night and even the next morning, as he was getting ready to visit the high street stores and the Warner Brother Harry Potter Tour.

“Breaking news, this just in, the Prince of Wales was discovered in the midst of a street war.” The news announcer was saying and lo and behold Charlie looked at the face of Justin, his kind, sweet, lovely Justin, who had a big bruise and a split lip, his Justin who was also His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales.

He thumbed Justin's number immediately.

“Justin.” Charlie called out as he heard his voice through the phone, “Are you alright?”

“Charlie.” Justin said sadly and Charlie frowned was he hurt, “You saw the news. That means you know,”

“That you’re in a gang?” Charlie asked the announcer was telling more about the incident that took place late last night, probably the calls Justin kept getting towards the end of their date, date! “Well yeah, considering that’s how we met.”

“No, no the other thing,” Justin said softly

“I thought it was not true but then again you always looked familiar.” Charlie confessed, “ I just thought that you were cute and smart and kind and funny and,”

“You liked me for me.” Justin whispered and Charlie nodded and then realized that Justin couldn’t see him, “Yes I liked you for you, I didn’t even know about the other thing.

“I like you too.” Justin smiled “A lot.” and Charlie beamed but the call got interrupted, it seemed that someone took Justin’s phone away. “Hey, give me that.” And then the call got cut.

He immediately dialed Justin’s number again but the phone was switched off. Charlie rubbed his face worriedly. Justin was hurt and he didn’t know what to do, short of going to Buckingham Palace and asking to see Justin he had to no other idea unless he was still at the police station. They won’t arrest young princes right? Diplomatic immunity and all that. Charlie didn’t know but he hoped Justin was alright and then his phone rang.

The call came from a blocked number and Charlie answered it carefully. Please hold for His Majesty the King of England and Charlie gulped loudly, OH SHIT.

“Charlie. Charlie” Justin’s voice could be heard but Charlie felt a bit faint because the King of England knew his name and had just asked him to tea but he couldn’t reply and Justin was yelling at the King of England who also turned out to be his father, saying that he scared his boyfriend before they even go to know him and that this is why he doesn’t like them and then Justin’s mom could be heard soothing her son and father and son yelled along about trust issues and images to the public and what would the media say and Charlie laughed because they sounded like just another normal family albeit a royal one.

“Charlie?” Justin asked carefully, sounding calmer, “This is why dad you should have let me call him up.” He hissed, "You should never call anyone from the official line unless you want to actually kill them. “I am here.” Charlie smiled before father and son could go off again.

“Good, I am glad,” Justin said softly into the phone.

“You called me your boyfriend,” Charlie remembered. He could hear Justin’s sheepish laughter, “I meant to ask you today but things changed.

“Yes, they did,” Charlie said and remembered the evening’s invite to tea.

“Don’t worry it’s just tea with my family,” Justin said lazily,” And you can meet Laura, my little sister.”

“Thank you for calling.” Charlie said, “I had plans off marching up to Buckingham Palace and asking them to see you.”

“No worries.” Justin laughed, “You’ll be properly escorted in soon. A car will come for you. See you.”

*

Charlie didn’t know what one did when they met their significant other’s parents especially when your significant other was the heir to the throne and his father was the King.

But they came off looking like a normal family, Justin’s dad was tall and stately and his mom was sweet and kind and his little sister was cute. He fumbled with proper addresses for all of them considering he was in the presence of a King and his wife; a Duchess and a Princess.

“Call me Lindsay.” Justin’s mom corrected when Charlie greeted her, “I know exactly how it feels, I went through this when I met Richard’s parent for the first time, as a couple.” She shuddered, “Let’s just say that you should be glad you don’t get to meet them.”

‘So, you’re an American.” Richard said just as Charlie was about to take a sip of his tea. “Yes, Your Majesty.

He looked at his son, “And you’re planning a long-distance relationship.”

Justin locked his hands with Charlie’s and gave it a squeeze, “ Well he’s here for few more days so we still have time together and then there is always Skype and the internet, plus I can fly there every weekend.”

“You will not play with your studies.” Justin’s dad said sternly and his mom nodded.

“I got into Oxford.” Charlie said softly and Justin smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips, “Why didn’t you tell me.” He exclaimed, “This makes everything easier.”

“I just came to know.” Charlie said, “Got the email in the night, it’s why I came here on this trip in the first place, so I could familiarize myself before I move here.”

“You’re moving here as well.” Justin asked slowly, “Not just for studies.”

“I really like London.” Charlie said softly, looking carefully at Justin, clutching his hands tightly with his, “It’s growing on me.”  

Justin’s dad paled and looked at his wife, “Well, this changes things drastically.” She looked at her baby boy and how happy he was with the boy next to him and how they held hands and just looked at each other. “Well then, we should probably get to know him, properly, this time. Something tells me he’s going to be a permanent fixture in the household.”

[jarofspacestuff]

Dalton Big Bang Day 39 - Historical AU

fellas is it gay to propose to your best friend under your parents’ wedding gazebo just after sunset and it’s the 1810s during the regency era and you’re in a jane austen book?

this is meant to accompany a fic written by discord’s very best layne, a true joy to collab with!!

[gleedyke]

Day 9 - Chustin: Unrequited

@daltonficbigbang welcome to a classic story of someone realizing he’s Bi™

In the days following what was meant to be their completely normal night off at the bowling alley, Justin was experiencing confusion and a slight identity crisis. This was on account of his reaction to Charlie’s moment of closeness as he adjusted Justin’s technique that night. He was unreasonably thrown off by feelings of longing for that intimacy again. This was all quite unacceptable; this was Charlie he was thinking about, after all. He couldn’t ask for more in a friend. They had both helped each other become the people they wanted to be over the years.

Of course he loved Charlie. How could he not love someone that he had known for so long and gone through so much with? Charlie’s support and loyalty was rivaled only by Justin’s. They only missed each others’ sporting events if it was absolutely necessary and even brought each other drinks to practices, but wasn’t that what good friends do? Justin tried to support all of his friends. Perhaps he was more diligent when it came to Charlie, but does caring about someone so much equate to romantic love?

He was not above admitting that his friend had good looks, but until then he hadn’t considered whether acknowledgement of attractive men throughout his life had been limited to impartial judgement or something else entirely. Justin wasn’t gay, he knew he found women attractive (a certain Dobry girl, who could beat him up and he’d thank her for it, comes to mind), but if he was also attracted to men, Charlie would be one of those men for sure.

And that determined that it was time to find out.

He had plenty to busy himself with that week, and yet, whenever he had a reason to observe the Windsor prefect without feeling that it was too improper, he took full advantage. He took mental note every time they made physical contact, every time Charlie smiled, and everything in between. Most importantly, he noted how these things made him feel.

And as Charlie was changing in the locker room one afternoon, Justin was no longer shocked to find that he was feeling a lot of things. Though he knew he had to be crossing lines at this point, when he thought no one was paying him mind, he couldn’t help but stray his eyes over the other athlete’s broad shoulders, his arms, and the lines of the muscles that toned his body. When he checked in on how he was feeling then, he was pretty sure that I’d like to feel him pressed against my back again, but shirtless this time was a pretty not-straight reaction. But, then, there were his eyes. They were so expressive as he discussed something with Justin, something that seemed insignificant compared to ignoring the words in favor of wondering if Charlie looked other boys in the eye so deeply like this.

“Hello? Earth to England?”

Oh. He had found himself lost in those blue eyes instead of following the conversation, what a dreamy color. Dreamy? Well that just can’t be good.

Blinking himself back to reality, Justin registered his friend’s questioning look. “Sorry, didn’t catch that, mate. Like, any of that.”

“You okay, my dude? You’ve been a bit spacey lately. Everything going okay?” Charlie asked, looking earnestly concerned.

“I’m alright, just a bit out of it. Don’t you worry about me though.” Justin hoped the explanation would suffice as he tried to think straight again. Though straight just seems wildly inaccurate now, doesn’t it? No use lying to yourself, now, Bancroft.

His thoughts were interrupted when Charlie placed a hand firmly on Justin’s shoulder, staring intently into his soft, enraptured eyes with his own devastatingly intense ones. “I’m the first to know if something’s up, Justin, remember? I’m here for you if there’s anything wrong.”

“Trust me, Chaz, you’d be the first to know,” Justin managed to get out as Charlie nodded and brushed past him, out the door. He took a steadying breath before also exiting into the hallway, making a point to take a turn opposite of Charlie’s route.

Well I’ll be damned. I believe I’ve fallen in love with Charlie Amos.

[l0stxpieces]

tag drop for austin ramsey

[angelsanddeans]

In case anyone wondered what the Dalton boys would get up to on a day trip to the beach I wrote some stuff 

Naturally, madness ensues and Dwight pretends to hate everything but he’s actually having the time of his life.

I had a lot of fun writing this! Enjoy!

[tobeloved3000]

So, I’ve started rereading Dalton by CP Coulter and like I’m having SOOOO many feels and like I miss RPing as Shane and having my cute little Rane romances and I miss Jogan and I miss Klaine and I miss Dalton being all over my dash and HELL I even miss Glee and I just want to go back to 2011 when life was simpler. I JUST MISS IT ALL SO FREAKING MUCH!!!!!

@waltsmickey I’m tagging you since you’ve been on the receiving end of all my feels

[artemismoon12writes]

Jazzy Chazzy and the Beat Off Boys 1

Daltonfic Big Bang 2020: Week 1, Day 7; NSFW Wildcard  

“Bullshit.” Charlie countered. “I’m sure there are Jazz bands that have a French horn. Besides, I dropped Music this year so when else am I ever going to play saxophone?” 

 “Why can’t we be the house band?” Charlie asked, the first day he and Justin were allowed into the Seniors Lounge. Or rather, the first day they were given the email and directions to the real Seniors lounge.

“Because I play French Horn, and that’s not a jazz instrument.” Justin said, sipping on his drink as if it was actually for the taste; rather than enjoying the ridiculous, prohibition style speakeasy that the previous Seniors of Dalton and Dobry had set up right under the noses of administration.

“Bullshit.” Charlie countered. “I’m sure there are Jazz bands that have a French horn. Besides, I dropped Music this year so when else am I ever going to play saxophone?”

“I don’t know, you can just play ‘Careless Whisper’ to yourself alone in your room?” Justin joked, earning him a shove to the side.

“Hey I’m serious, it could be fun.”

“I don’t know mate, it could also go badly. Who else would even join? We’d need a few more people, unless you want to just play with the group Cobb hired from last year?” Justin asked, gesturing to the small four piece on the raised platform across the room.

The lounge was small, and the way it was on a Friday night between Sydney trying to host a poker tournament, or Kerry Jeffords trying to get Roland to swing dance with her, it got crowded. That didn’t stop them from hiring a live jazz band to make the prohibition style décor more authentic.

Hope appeared by Charlie’s elbow, a drink in both hands for herself and Sydney. “I think that’d be a great idea. You could get Kyle from Stuart, he’s a wonderful drummer. He did the drumline in Cadets, Sydney told me.”

“He’s a Stuart though.” Charlie complained. “I don’t want to play with a Stuart.”

“You’ll play nice with a Hanover though.” She pointed out.

“Hanover’s Switzerland in their dick measuring contest though, we’re neutral.” Justin smiled.

Hope jokingly rolled her eyes, “are dicks all you boys ever care about?”

“Seriously, I don’t want to do Jazz with a Stuart.”

Justin sighed, “How about I get Roland and Spencer in on it? Roland plays guitar but maybe we could ask him to do bass? And Spencer knows enough piano to be useful. There, now you’re just playing with Hanovers and one other guy.”

Hope giggled. “If you do get this figured out, let me know. We had to scrap a cover of ‘Feeling Good’ for the Terpsichores, but I’d love to use it somewhere else.”

Charlie paused, considered what could be, and prompted agreed. Justin shook his head and downed the rest of his drink, as Hope sauntered away with a smile.

“Chaz, you’re really sad. She’s got a girlfriend.” He said, spying Sydney kissing Hope’s cheek as she sat down next to her across the room.

“I know, I know. And like, I still think she’s- wow- but, I’m getting over it I swear. But like, have you ever heard ‘Feeling Good’? It’s hot.” He leant his chin on his hand. “I’d be down even if it was the only song she ever did with us.”

“So there is an ‘us’ now? What about not wanting to work with a Stuart? Who isn’t even guaranteed by the way?” Justin asked.

“Why not?”

“If you want to be in a Jazz band hard enough to work through dealing with Stuarts, I’ll join.” Justin relented.

“I love you- this is great!”

Justin refilled his tumbler, trying not to cut his tongue with how hard he was biting it and the bitter words he wanted to say. “Yeah, love you too mate.”

---

Roland was easy to convince to get onto a bass; he’d always wanted to try a jazz band after playing classical for so long in music class. A quick electric pedal modified the sound to an upright bass, and they were off with that. Spencer’s ragtime was rusty, but serviceable enough for the endeavour. And overall, Kyle from Stuart wasn’t even that concerned about working with a Windsor, but rather if that Hope Clayton would really be singing for them. Between the group of young, single lads, Justin was confused to find a common unitor of adoration for the soft blond.

Well, he only had to see her step up to their vintage mic, her hair done up with a deep red dress, next Friday to see why.

“Birds in the sky, you know how I feel,” Hope sang to Sydney at first, before turning to the rest of the Seniors who had gathered there that Friday night. The Seniors were spellbound.

Justin let out a breath. Fitting as he was playing a brass instrument, but Charlie raised his eyebrows next to Justin. Okay, he’d eat any concerns he had about having Hope sing for them. This might be a little hot.

Hope travelled around the small room, swatting away anyone reaching out, but doing so with a wink. She smirked and drawled her way through the words, sitting on the end of Spencer’s piano bench as she drew the words out in her lower register.

“It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life.” Her eyes met Justin’s, a sly look before dismissing him. “And I’m feeling good.”

He could hear the stutter in Charlie’s saxophone and he felt annoyed he did so as well. Spencer and Roland managed to make it through, but the five of them, as well as the assembled were so entranced. He was glad there was a music stand in front of him. Hell, he didn’t even know demure Hope could channel this kind of a bombshell. Though, if anyone let it be known they were getting keyed up, Sydney would probably kill them right there and there. Murder was simply not on the agenda.

They played another few songs with Hope after that, but the energy remained palpable. Every coy look or wink Hope played up was just another reminder it was an act, but goddamn was it a convincing one. No wonder Charlie’d had a crush on her for ages. Maybe he should keep focusing on Hope; after all, one unattainable crush wasn’t any worse than another? Was it?

---

“What the hell was that?” Kyle asked, sitting back in the small backroom they’d commandeered for practising and storing the instruments. The five of them had brought the last of the whiskey with them, passing it around and ostensibly putting the drums away. It’d just devolved into trying to process the tension.

“I didn’t know Clayton could sing like that.” Roland said, passing the bottle and wiping his mouth. “I mean I knew she had pipes but I wasn’t expecting a Jessica Rabbit 2.0.”

“Hey, knock it off, that’s my sister’s girlfriend you’re talking about.” Spencer said without much gusto as he’d already said he’d had a crush on Hope before his sister did.

Roland nudged his fellow Hanover in the head with his foot, sprawled across the couch without a care. “I am not objectifying her. I’m just saying, holy hell, that is a jazz lady.”

“I mean, isn’t that objectification?” Justin asked.

“It’s her voice though.” Roland sighed in contentment.

“Is that what the group is called now? The Jazz Lady and her boys?” Kyle asked. He finished off the whiskey, grunting in annoyance. Justin just pulled out another bottle behind his French Horn case.

“It’s probably not a good idea unless you want everyone to fall in love with her.” Charlie pointed out.

Spencer frowned, “I forgot about your crush on her, tough luck Chaz.”

“I mean, I’m getting over it. This is just like, a good high point to go out on.” Charlie shrugged.

“Well, how about Charlie and the Boys?” Roland said, spreading his hands out in front of him. “No, Chazzy and the Jazzy Boys?”

Kyle snorted, “You’re not thinking hard enough. Jazzy Chazzy and the Beats Boys.”

“Like Beach Boys?” Spencer suggested.

“More like Beat off Boys. Cause damn Clayton has me wired.” Roland groaned.

“Ha Beat off.” Kyle said, more than a little drunk.

“Hey!” Justin cut in, before sharing a look with the others and… yeah. The noise of discontentment Roland made didn’t help.

“I mean, he’s not wrong.” Kyle said.

“I’d argue, but oh my god I think I’m going to explode.” Charlie admitted, “God, she’d kill me if she knew.”

“Technically her girlfriend would kill you. There’s no crime in thinking she’s hot though.” Spencer agreed. Justin reluctantly thirded, taking a deep swig from the second bottle he stole back from Kyle.

“I just,” Charlie sighed, “ugh fuck.”

“Yeah exactly!” Roland said, patting him on the shoulder, leaning into him with a smile. “One good lay and the mere sound of Clayton’s voice isn’t going to do a damn thing. It’s just been a while man.”

“Been a while is an understatement.” Spencer sighed. Poor Spencer, holding a torch for someone who wouldn’t even give you the time of day. At least he wasn’t pining from afar. Just, you know, like an idiot from close up.

“Yeah, you need to just get laid and move on.” Justin suggested, taking the bottle from Spencer. He leant in, taking a drink and passing it over to Charlie.

Charlie accepted, taking a drink. Roland still on his shoulder looking like he’d suddenly found his new favourite thing. “What, you offering?”

Justin might need to be more drunk for this.

Kyle snorted, the lower lines of the song bumbling out in his best Hope impression. “I’m feeling good.”

Charlie didn’t need to take the hint, his mouth on Justin’s within the end of the note. Justin didn’t want to lean into it, too sure he was hallucinating, but he couldn’t help himself. It went too far too quickly, and when he opened his eyes, Charlie was still watching his mouth. Roland was staring, slumped over Charlie’s side with a slack look of shock.

“I may not be gay, but that’s hot.” Roland said, a slow look of amazement spreading across his face.

“I don’t know, bi people exist?” Charlie said, looking Roland in the eye.

“Yeah we do.” Spencer said, quietly enough to be heard as they all suddenly seemed to realise at the same time how small the room is.

“Okay, it may just be the whiskey talking, but can I kiss you too?” Roland asked, intrigued and clingy.

Justin wasn’t sure if he felt disappointed, or excited when Charlie nodded. On the one hand, he wanted to be the only one with his hands on Charlie; on the other hand, if it got Charlie over Hope… and he couldn’t deny, the noises Roland was making, slotted up against Charlie. Fuck.

“Oh damn.” Kyle’s voice sounded, but it wasn’t really an objection. “I guess, this is the point we leave the room?”

“Or a, don’t leave the room and this might as well happen?” Spencer stared at Charlie and Roland, tentatively inching forward as much as he could without touching them. Roland grunted, Charlie’s hands on him.

Justin thought for a moment, he could be selfish, or he could let it go; he bit his lip. He could just reach out… but Spencer got there first, touching Roland’s shoulder and getting pulled in between the two. Justin looked over at their fifth, sitting on the armrest; “Hey, Kyle, you in or out mate?”

Kyle acted like a deer in the headlights. “I’m not gay though.”

Justin pointedly frowned. Beside him, Spencer groaned, Roland’s hands down his pants and Charlie’s mouth on his neck. He’d say it escalated quickly, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t getting into the sight.

Justin stood up, standing in front of Kyle. “In, or out? No pressure. But it might be a lot in a minute.”

“I- uh, in?” Kyle looked up at Justin, touching his chest apparently in spite of himself.

Behind them, Justin could hear a shucking of pants. Yeah. It was going to be a lot really quickly. He heard Charlie’s satisfied grunt, nearly jumping with how much he wanted to hear that noise again.

“In.” Kyle looked over, wide eyed and intrigued. “So fucking in.”

“So you’re good with…” Justin didn’t even have to ask before Kyle’d fisted his hands into Justin’s shirt and pulled him down for a rough kiss, needy and desperate. Justin stumbled the two steps backwards it took to fall back on the couch, a lapful of Kyle and an elbow on the other three.

Yeah. This was happening.

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Somewhere in the distant future of an hour later; Spencer was resting against Roland’s bare legs, hair a mess and sticking up at awkward angles. Roland was absently petting Kyle’s hair, who was dozing, warm and content across Charlie and Justin’s laps; who were still winded and confused, but ultimately satisfied.

“Did we just?” Charlie asked, his mouth bruised and throat sore.

“Yeah.” Justin said hoarsely, looking at the opposite wall. He felt Kyle shift. Was this how his day had ended?

“That was good.” Charlie’s smile of disbelief was audible.

“Really good.”

The two of them shot a look to the other three, then to one another.

“I liked this.” Charlie bit his lip.

“Yeah. Me too.” Justin felt his heart clench.

“I might not be straight guys.” Roland said, cutting into it. “Because fuck. That was a fuck.”

“Good to know you liked it.” Spencer said, before hiding his face embarrassed between Roland’s leg and the couch cushion.

“First time my ass, you’ve done this before Willis.”

“I swear! I’ve only ever made out with guys.”

“Go big or go home.” Charlie commented.  

Justin smiled, “Yeah, Jazzy Chazzy, was that a home run you damn yankee?”  

Charlie pushed his shoulder. “Ok, you’re going to get it for that.”

“I already got it.”

“Oh you shitty redcoat! I swear to god!” Charlie nearly upset Kyle from their bare laps, trying to rise up and mock fight with his friend.

Justin felt that discomfort from earlier ebb away. At the end of the day, this was his friend. No matter how he felt otherwise.

“I’m the whore of Babylon, I don’t know how you all put up with me.” Roland moaned, smiling at the others.

“Fuck you.”

“You got it!”

“I swear to god…”  

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Part 2: [Here]

[dykecassidy]

1, 2, 3, 29 !

1. How many words have you written this year?

24,755!! 🎉🎉

2.How many works did you publish this year?

36!! did u know they don't just have that on the stats page. I had to count and maybe got that wrong.

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

HMMM...

only liars but the best, I think. I really like all of my chudam fics, but thats the one I put the most effort and time into, I had to come back and finish it.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

from hopelessly hopeful

When the locker room door opened, Chuck looked, and Adam Page stood there, deer in headlights.

"Sorry," Adam said.

"I'm not doing anything weird," Chuck said.

"I didn't think anyone was— what?" Adam started to answer, then caught up on what Chuck actually said. "What are you doing in here?"

"Nothing weird," Chuck said, "like I said I wasn't."

I like uhhhhh a lot of chustins dialogue I've done in a lot of things. i feel like I've got a knack for getting his voice right, and its really fun.

[bluepastels29]

Chustin ❤️💙

Little something I drew a while ago of one of my favorite ships ❤️💙 Just Chad and Dustin at school, holding hands and being dorks. Love them 🥺

[thedaltonshipment]

Quarter-finals, Pair Three

[laurabancroft]

Seven Minutes

The Dalton-Dobry prom may have been the event of the academic year, but the unspoken knowledge between the students was that the real party came afterwards. Spencer wasn’t sure who’d suggested Seven Minutes in Heaven, but it seemed to have been effective enough in finally getting some of the pent up feelings out of his friends.

The Dalton-Dobry prom may have been the event of the academic year, but the unspoken knowledge between the students was that the real party came afterwards.

Usually held in Hanover, figuring that their teachers would be least suspicious of any untoward behaviour taking place there, and that the covering of trees would shield any visual or audible activity; the Brightmans would provide an abundance of alcohol from an unknown source, sitting back and watching the chaos ensue with wide grins on their faces.

Spencer wasn’t sure who’d suggested Seven Minutes in Heaven, but it seemed to have been effective enough in finally getting some of the pent up feelings out of his friends. The aim of the game involved spinning the bottle and escaping to some hidden away corner of the building to make out for seven minutes with whoever it had landed on. Justin and Charlie Amos had been on each other the moment the bottle had stopped spinning, and Spencer wrinkled his nose at the realisation that his sister and Hope Clayton had been gone for about half an hour.

He took a sip of his drink – something fruity – and looked across to where Merril was sat cross legged in the circle, laughing with some of the Dobry girls. She, like everyone else, was still in her prom dress, but along with the other girls, had long ago discarded her heels, as the boys had discarded their jackets. She’d placed her crown in Spencer’s room as soon as they’d gotten back to Hanover, the two of them taking five minutes to share kisses and laughs between themselves before joining the party. Spencer smiled to himself at the memory, and suddenly found himself lurching forwards as someone thumped him on the back.

“How’s it going, Spence?” Danny grinned as he sat himself down beside him. “Not worried she’s gonna get stolen away during this, are you?”

Spencer rolled his eyes.

“I’m not worried about her. I’m worried for her, if anything,” he side-eyed Danny, who was looking around the circle, taking in the participants still left. “I just want her to be comfortable.”

“I understand that, dude. But she’s strong, she can hold her own. And besides,” Danny added. “Everyone here knows for a fact that they’d be dead if they tried anything too far. Plus, she’d tell you to stop worrying so much, if she knew.”

He shook his head. “You know she’d step out of the game in an instant if you asked her to.”

“I know she would,” Spencer replied, eyes fixed again on his girlfriend. “And I would if she asked. But – we talked about it, and agreed that we’re fine with it, for the game.”

“Wow. Really?”

“Yeah, dude. We’re both completely cool with it,” Spencer shrugged, and looked down again at Danny, who’d taken to stirring the straw in his cup. “What about you?” “What about me?”

“You hoping for that bottle to land on anyone for your turn? Or,” he smirked. “Are you hoping for a certain someone’s spin to land on you?”

Danny sighed, and bit his lip.

“You know exactly what my answer is to that,” he eventually muttered, and Spencer looked around the room until he finally found Wes Hughes, who was sandwiched between David Sullivan and Reed van Kamp. Danny swatted at his arm.

“Don’t stare!” He hissed, and Spencer slung an arm across the swimmer’s shoulders.

“You gotta make a move, my dude. Or he’ll never know.”

“What if he doesn’t want me?” Danny’s voice was quiet. “He’s the one who moved out after all -”

“You know that that was nothing to do with you,” Spencer cut him off. “And hey, you guys have still had a great friendship since then, haven’t you?”

Danny nodded, and sipped at his drink. Spencer continued.

“Even if it doesn’t work out that you do anything tonight – you’ve got a whole year ahead of you. Just – don’t regret not taking the chance sooner.”

Danny smiled at that, and placed his cup on the floor to wrap his arms around Spencer.

“I’m gonna miss you, Spence.” “I’ll miss you too, buddy.”

“Prom Queen!” A voice, Spencer couldn’t tell whose, yelled from across the room, and he broke apart from his friend. “Your spin!”

Merril giggled, and looked over to Spencer for confirmation. He shot her an assuring look and a nod, and she blushed, smiling back with a sense of nerves. She set down her drink, reached forward, and twisted the bottle.

The room held their breath, as they had done for any player who they knew to be in a relationship – or at least, knew to have a thing for someone.

The only sound that could be heard over the music was the grind of the glass against the marble floor of Hanover’s common room, everyone’s attention focused as the bottle came to a slow.

Merril bit her lip and smiled when it came to a stop, and the whole room roared. Spencer felt a warmth rise in his face.

Danny jabbed him in the side, a grin on his face. “Of anyone it could have been, huh?”

“Yeah, of all the people,” Spencer muttered, doing his best to look unbothered. Riley Paige shot him an uncertain look as he stood up; an unusual expression to see flicker across the usually so cool and composed demeanour the Lancaster prefect gave off.

He supposed it could have been worse. He trusted Riley, and he liked Riley, and he knew Merril felt the same. But at the same time… he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous whenever Riley was around. Maybe he thought he was just a bit too friendly whenever he hung out around them.

Spencer forced himself to maintain the smile plastered across his face, keeping his eye contact with Merril. She was looking at him with an expression that, despite all their time together, and all their understanding of each other, he couldn’t read. It was only then, out of the corner of his eye, he realised that Riley was walking towards him, rather than Merril.

Riley’s expression was just as unreadable as Merril’s, eyes wide, and he extended an arm out to Spencer when he reached him. Spencer placed his drink on the floor, took Riley’s hand, and stood up.

They didn’t release each other’s grasps immediately.

“Is this okay, Willis?”

Spencer blinked.

“Well – yeah, it’s okay, we talked about it, but you should be asking her, dude.”

“I know,” Riley gave a slight nod. “But – I wanted to ask if you wanted to join us?”

Join them?

“Join you – what, you mean like, watch?” Spencer asked, bewildered by the question.

“Only if it makes you feel better!” Riley pulled his hand away, and held it up in defence. “I mean – just – I know you worry, okay? I thought it might – ease the mind.”

Riley looked over his shoulder at Merril, whose mouth was slightly agape at the exchange. Everyone else who was in the room still had their attention on the three of them; the bottle on the floor still stationary where it had stopped, music still playing, the lights still flashing rainbow strobes. The only other voices that could be heard were those of the people elsewhere in the building.

“I -” Spencer’s words caught in his throat. It was such an out of the blue proposition, he didn’t know what to make of it. He looked at his girlfriend, who herself was looking between the two boys. Her eyes finally settled on Spencer, and he swallowed. “Merril?”

For the second time that night, everyone in the room was looking at their prom queen. Merril’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to find the words. She took in a sharp breath, and stood herself up, brushing down her lilac gown.

“Well - if you’re okay with it, Spencer?”

Spencer felt his heart rate increase. He looked at Riley, who turned his eyes back to him, and gestured out his hand again.

“Yeah?” Riley’s voice was hesitant.

He took a breath, and placed his hand in Riley’s, with a smile, “Sure.”

Riley grinned, and they looked over to Merril, who had a cautious, but pleased expression on her face. Spencer’s confidence levelled as he realised that she was more than happy he was going to be there – whether for her sake or for his, he wasn’t sure.

Riley led him over to Merril, who tucked a lock of wavy hair behind her ear. She blushed again, and took Riley’s other hand before pressing a kiss to Spencer’s cheek.

Spencer heard the party liven up again as Riley led them out of the room - excitable chattering and drunken laughs, and one yell of “Seven minutes, set your alarms!” that had his face flushed, and he buried his face into his shoulder.

Riley took them both up a set or two of stairs, Spencer wasn’t sure how many, and around a few corners until they were hidden at the end of a hallway. He stopped, turning to look between the both of them.

“This is definitely okay?” He asked again, and Spencer could hear the quivering layer of caution he had buried in his voice. He still held both of their hands in his own, and Spencer ran his thumb over the back.

Merril nodded.

“Completely okay with me,” she said, softly, and the two of them looked at Spencer together for his final consent.

He tore his eyes away from Riley, and took his gaze to meet Merril’s, her deep brown eyes giving off the warm and genuine expression he knew so well. He swallowed, and took a deep breath in.

“One hundred percent – it’s okay with me,” he finally said, shooting the both of them a smile in reassurance. He leant back against the wall, and pulled his hands away.

“Just, one thing,” he said, frowning, and pointing a finger at Riley, “You do what she says. She says she doesn’t want something, you listen.”

Riley gave a small smile, and Spencer was almost taken aback by the other boy’s attitude – he was usually so headstrong, and yet, right now, he seemed almost – nervous.

Well, he supposed, he was about to make out with another man’s girlfriend.

“Of course I’ll respect her, I’m not an asshole,” Riley said, looking at Spencer in all earnest. “You trust me?”

He took his hand from Merril’s and placed it lightly upon her shoulder. Spencer wasn’t sure if the question was directed at him or at Merril, but he nodded all the same as Merril said “I trust you.”

She looked up at Riley, who smiled at her, and the two of them turned to Spencer, expectantly.

“Oh, right, I guess I’ll set a timer then,” Spencer muttered, taking his phone from his pocket. “Okay… and – there.”

He placed the phone back and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his full weight against the wall. Riley lifted his hand and tucked his fingers under Merril’s chin as she leaned in just a little to his touch, tilting her head up to reach his height better. Their faces moved in slowly, closer together, and before Spencer knew, he’d blinked, and their lips were touching, eyes closed.  

He watched as Riley brought his other hand to the back of Merril’s head, fingers moving through her hair, and their mouths parted as they deepened the kiss, Merril bringing her own hands to cup Riley’s face and pull him in closer. Riley slid a hand down to her waist, moving it around slowly to her lower back, gently stroking his thumb up and down. Spencer had been almost ready to step in when he realised that Riley’s hand was as low as it was, but Merril hadn’t spoken up, and her face had been void of any tension, so he had left them to it.

In fact, Merril was shifting her hands too, one of them coming to settle on Riley’s hips. Spencer recognised the familiarity in her positioning, reminiscent of her tentativeness in the early days of their own relationship. Though, he realised, she was moving with more eagerness, more confidence in who she was, in what she was doing. She pulled Riley in a little closer, sucking on his bottom lip in the same way she knew Spencer loved, and Riley let out a short gasp at the sudden change in sensation. Spencer saw Merril smile a little through the kiss, her eyes creasing at the corners, and her expression was content as Riley moved to press kisses down her jawline, down her neck.

It felt like the pin finally dropped.

He knew, albeit, subconsciously, that it wasn’t even from the alcohol in their respective systems, nor from the emotions running high from it being the end of the year, but Spencer realised, with what should have been horror, that Merril was enjoying this. But perhaps what was horrifying him more, was that he was enjoying it too.

He was enjoying watching his girlfriend kiss - and be kissed by - another guy.

He realised he was staring at the two of them in shock, and he stood himself up from the wall. He didn’t know what he was about to say, but his mouth opened–

And the alarm went off.

Merril and Riley broke apart, standing in each other’s arms for a moment longer, Merril laughing softly under her breath as she brought her thumb to Riley’s face in an attempt to wipe where her lipstick had smudged pink around his mouth. They turned to Spencer, who had already switched off the alarm and placed his phone back in his pocket.

“You’re still okay, Willis?” Riley asked, after the three of them had spent a moment too long in silence. He looked between the two of them and took a step back, taking his hand away from Merril’s waist. He looked down at the ground, likely with guilt, Spencer recognised.

Merril was watching Spencer with concern.

“Spencer?” her voice was soft. “Are you oka-”

Spencer stepped over and cut her off with a kiss, running his tongue over her bottom lip as she let out a small sound of pleasure. He took in the strange scent of Riley that had mixed with the perfume he was so used to smelling on her, and pulled her in a little closer as he inhaled. When he broke away, he could see the array of emotions coursing through her face, and he turned to Riley, who raised his eyebrows.

“I’ll leave you guys to it,” he said, making to turn away, before Spencer caught his shoulder.

The two boys stared at each other for a moment, and Spencer saw him swallow, glance flicking over to Merril. Spencer looked back at his girlfriend.

“Spencer?” she began, touching her fingertips to his back, and he sent her a smile, trying to look as reassuring as he possibly could. She smiled back, and nodded her encouragement. He turned back to Riley.

“Can I kiss you now, Paige?”

Riley flushed a deep red, but nodded all the same, looking like he was fighting back a smile. “Okay.”

And Spencer looped his hand around his neck and pulled him in.

It was a strange sensation to be kissing someone other than Merril. To be kissing someone taller than him, too. And damn, Riley was a good kisser. His lips pressed back against Spencer’s own, more forcefully than Spencer had expected, and they let their tongues slide together, teeth occasionally grazing gently against each other’s lips. It took a few moments for Riley to place his arms around Spencer, holding his face with one hand, the other snaking around his waist and up against his back, splaying his fingers across the plane of Spencer’s shoulders. Spencer dragged his own hands up Riley’s front, and tugged him closer by his tie before they came apart, breathing heavily.

Well, shit.

Spencer looked back at Merril, reaching one hand out to her whilst his other dropped to Riley’s hips. An almost ear-to-ear grin split across her face, and she took Spencer’s hand in her own before moving to cup his face, crashing their lips together. She turned back to Riley, who was biting his bottom lip in attempts to hide his equally as delighted expression.

“Oh, so we’re doing this?” he asked, as Merril reached a hand to his neck and he was yanked back down to kiss her.

“We’re doing this?” Spencer repeated the question, a little breathless, looking to Merril for confirmation.

Merril smiled, one hand holding Riley’s shoulder, the other at Spencer’s jaw, touching him just slightly with her fingertips.

“We’re doing this,” she affirmed.

Spencer licked his lips, and suddenly both Merril and Riley were going in to kiss him, the three of them moving together, a mess of tongues and lips and hands and Spencer’s mind felt like it had been turned to liquid, not knowing who was kissing him where.

There were lips trailing down his neck, hands pulling his shirt out from where it had been tucked into his dress pants and then they were trailing up his chest, skirting his waistband, another hand sliding beneath his collar and tracing down his back. He found his own hands at Riley’s tie again, fumbling while he tried to undo it, and someone else was undoing his own shirt buttons.

His mind finally caught up to him at that, and he stopped, pulling away and opening his eyes. When she realised Spencer had stilled, Merril moved her hands from his shirt, and Riley pulled away from his neck, sporting some red marks on his own throat that made Spencer smirk in pride of his girlfriend.

Merril coughed when she saw what Spencer was looking at, hiding her smile into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. Riley finished Spencer’s job, fully undoing his tie, letting it fall and drape down his front.

“We should probably get out of the hallway,” he said to them once he’d caught his breath, running up and down their bodies with his gaze.

If Spencer wasn’t already red from what the three of them had been doing, he probably would have blushed even further, and he felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Probably,” was all he could reply, his head still recovering a little from its nonsensical thoughts.

Merril looked up at him, and pressed a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I love you,” she whispered against Spencer’s cheek. She took Riley’s hand, Riley smiling back at the two of them as he intertwined his fingers with Spencer’s.

Spencer grinned at the two of them, giving both of their hands a slight squeeze.

“Well then, let’s go to my room.”

[daltonficbigbang]

Day 20: Chustin and Honey Day

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[bifrostiron]

Dalton Big Bang | Day 20: Chustin

The love is stored in the cowboy hat.