Homestuck x reader

The lost drive (Rose x bicurious! reader)

As you opened the door to your dorm room, you immediately dropped your bag and took a running dive bomb onto your bed. Being a college student was fucking EXHAUSTING! You were supposed to be doing 2 reports for 2 classes, an internship for another, make a very detailed thesis and essay for another class, and a bunch of other stuff and it was all just ullllllghggggghhhh!!!!

As you snuggled down into your covers and began to drift into the soft void of sleep, you didn't think once about checking your stuff. Why would you? All of your stuff was done.

But you should have checked.

~~~~~

You were awoken in the evening by the pounding on your door. It couldn't have been your roommate. She was down in the nurses office due to a stomach bug. Who was it?

You groggily sat up and staggered to the door. As you opened it, you had a fleeting thought about how you must look like a zombie. You suddenly lost all your thoughts when you saw who was knocking.

A blonde girl stood on the other side. She was very beauteous with her gothic makeup and almond shaped, lavender eyes. She was a little on the plump side, but it made her face full and cute. She seemed familiar. Where had you seen her?

She smiled politely at you. Her dark lipstick was applied perfectly. You had thought somewhat about girls being attractive and you had never really had the guts to explore it further, but this girl, holy shit, she was making you question everything you'd ever thought about being straight.

"Hello," she said. Her voice was smooth and calming. Pretty. "Are you (Full name)?"

You nodded, feeling your cheeks getting warm.

"Excellent! Because I believe," she rummaged through her messenger bag. It was purple with black tendril-like designs. She withdrew something small out of it.

"This belongs to you, correct? I discovered it in the library in one of the computers. I'm afraid the minute I started the computer, your documents popped up immediately and I may have looked them over. I'm sorry."

It was a (fav color) USB drive with your name printed in small letters on one side. You stared at it, trying to remember...

"AH!" you cried out. It was your sociology report flash drive. It was a report on LGBT in social situations.

"Thank you so much! I forgot my laptop today so I kind of had to use the computers over there," you pocketed the drive. "I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Rose. Rose Lalonde."

Oh... THAT'S who she was! Rose was a theatre student and an extremely popular one in the arts department. You had gone to a couple of the performances and you remembered that Rose had very often been the lead. If you recalled correctly, she had been Katherine Minola in the Taming of the Shrew, Abigail Williams in the Crucible and Eliza Doolittle in Pygmalion. She had been absolutely wonderful in each role.

She glanced down at her feet.

"Do you mind if I... Would I be too imposing if I were to offer my assistance on your essay? There were some things that were not quite accurate. Perhaps not today, but whenever you-"

"Yeah!" you interrupted (and instantly regretted). "Yeah, come on in!" You opened the door wider. She gave you a small, surprised smile.

"O-oh, thank you."

~~~~~

"And that's what being closeted is truly like." Rose finished. Your fingers were flying across your keyboard, writing down everything that she had told you.

Rose, as it turned out, was a lesbian and she was extremely informative about this subject. She had grown up in New York, which was a terrifically accepting city, but she was often in contact with her half-brother, Dave, who was also not entirely straight and lived in Texas. Poor guy. Rose had repeated to you some of the things Dave had seen and heard down there and they were horrifying.

"That's... wow, th-that's, um... wow."

"Yes. Although same-sex marriage is now legal in the Deep South, it does not change a vast majority of the resident's mindsets concerning it."

"..." you had a question on the tip of your tongue.

"I get the sense that you have an inquiry?"

"How... How did you first realize that you were... that you liked girls?"

Rose's brow furrowed in thought.

"When I was about... perhaps 13? I was at Coney Island with my mother and I decided to sit and try to read my book, but... there was a photo shoot going on a little ways away from us. A group of female models were posing and I couldn't concentrate on my literature, because I was busy staring at them. As the day went on and we left the shore, I realized I couldn't stop picturing them in my head. I realized I wanted to kiss them and just... feel them. I had never thought that way about any boy, so it was an easy deduction for me to make," she raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you ask?"

"... because I... I am a little... what's the word? Bi-curious? I've sometimes thought about pursuing girls romantically, but I've never had the guts to do it. With guys, I did kiss a few, but I just don't know if it's any different then with girls. I've never kissed a girl, so I can't say if I am straight or not."

Rose pursed her lips. She seemed to be hesitating.

"Rose? What's-"

Rose did something that you would've never expected. She sprang out of her chair, leaned forward, and kissed you on the lips. Her lips were large and soft, and you could taste something like tea on them. It was surprising... but not unenjoyable.

When she withdrew, she had a dusting of pink on her cheeks.

"My apologies."

"No no! That was... wow... you're a good kisser!"

Rose's eyes trailed down to your lips and she giggled.

"What?"

"My maquillage seems to have gotten on your lips."

You raised a finger to your lips and it came away smeared with black. In turn, you giggled lightly. Rose looked out the window at the setting sun and picked up her bag.

"It's approaching night. I'm afraid I must return to my accommodations before the campus becomes unreliable. Good night, (Name)."

You got up and scrambled for the door, opening it for her. She smiled at you gratefully before making a graceful exit. You gently closed it behind her and subconsciously touched your lips. It really had felt nice to kiss her.

As you made your way over to the table to finish typing your report, you noticed something; a tiny scrap of paper on the table. You picked it up and looked it over. A phone number accompanied by a small, elegantly drawn heart.

You smiled as you sat down and started tapping at the keyboard. You had a feeling you were going to learn a lot more about loving girls in the near future.

As for the report, you got an A.