#i need to go back to sleep... but cute gay bois... but i need sleep... aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! 😢

[ladykailitha]

The Au Pair Boy Part 2

We interrupt your regularly schedule "Of Butterflies and Backstrokes" for another chapter of the nanny AU. I just need to cut down on the amount of backlog I have on this story and bolster OB&B while I work on the Halloween-esque metal band sequel "Around the World".

I am living for the responses to this fic. It makes my heart so happy!

In this we have a correct Robin, well... a mostly correct Robin and they all get to know each other a bit over dinner.

Part 1

~

Steve walked into his apartment feeling like he was walking on air. He never thought he would get his dream job, in his dream house, with his dream guy, who was gay. Like what did he do to warrant such a windfall?

The first thing he did was call Robin.

“Are you sure he isn’t some mass murderer?” Robin asked after he had explained the job. “Because that sounds too good to be true.”

“Well unless major rockstar and music producer, Eddie Munson is a mass murder,” he snarked back, “I high doubt I’m going to be murdered in my sleep.”

“You could be being catfished,” she warned. “He could only be pretending to be Eddie Munson just lure handsome young men to their deaths.”

Steve laughed. “Uh...no. The pictures online matched all the way to the cute dimpled smile he gets when he’s feeling super happy.”

“Ooh...” Robin teased. “Hot musician got it bad for the au pair boy.”

“No...” he whined. “He was looking at his daughters when he smiled like that. No dating the hot parents. That’s the number one rule. You know this.”

She burst out laughing, too. “For the married ones! But he’s single. It’s been a year since his very public break up with ex Ethan Giovanni. He’s trusting you with the two cutest girls ever. Like why not tap that?”

“Because I want to keep watching said little girls,” Steve huffed. “Plus he’s going on tour for three months in two days. Not going to happen.”

“Yeah,” Robin said. “For now.”

He told her about how they wanted to him to start that night and how this was the final test on whether or not he would be good fit.

“Knock ‘em dead, babe,” Robin said. “You’ve got this.”

~

Steve opted for a chicken lasagna with white sauce. He could sneak some vegetables in there and see if he could trick them into eating them.

He shredded the chicken and blended spinach and basil into the sauce. Added lots of shredded cheese as well as a well seasoned ricotta and popped in the oven.

While it was cooking he went up to the room that would be his if he got the job. It was large for some place where the help would be staying, but small in comparison to the girls room. Which they shared for now. Once they started school, Eddie said that they would be given their own rooms, but with them being so young it was good to keep them together.

Steve agreed.

He was close by, but he also had a baby monitor with camera that the app would be downloaded to his phone.

The house was well fitted with security measures that had only been tightened since the girls were born.

The room had that same Gothic, spooky feel, but wasn’t over the top with it. Instead of reds and blacks the room was dark browns and deep blues. Steve felt like he was floating on a ship on the high seas. He scratched his cheek thoughtfully.

He wondered if he could go a little harder on the nautical theme. There was an en suite bathroom that could also lean toward the nautical with its soft blues and teal color of the tiles and walls.

Eddie had given him a budget to decorate his rooms and now he was planning a shopping trip with Robin.

Steve knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he wanted the job so bad. Surely the universe wouldn’t be so cruel as to taunt him with it only to take it away.

He checked the timer on his phone and saw that it was almost time to check on the lasagna. He trotted back down the kitchen, again admiring the decor of the place. Everything felt antique but timeless at the same time.

He really did love it.

The kitchen was even stylishly antique in look and flavor, but all the appliances were state of the art. Only nothing was connected to the internet here. It was honestly freeing in that regard.

He hummed to himself as he pulled the dish out of the oven and set it on the stove top to let it firm up a bit before serving. He started to get down plates and cups for dinner. He quickly set the table for three adults and two children. Noting that one plate had a pink kangaroo and the other had a blue ballerina.

Steve correctly guessed which plate where as each girl came running up to the seats that they were sitting in for lunch and gasped in surprise that the right plate was in the right spot.

“Daddy, Daddy!” Joan cried. “He didn’t put my plate in Jannie’s spot!”

Eddie grinned down at his youngest. “So he did. Say thank you.” He turned to Janice, too. “You too, little miss.”

“Thank you, Stevie!” Joan and Janice said together.

Steve practically melted on the spot. He wanted to scoop them up and hold them forever. “I hope you’re all hungry, I made enough for an army.”

He set the dish on a couple of hotplates and everyone, yes even the girls, oohed and awed.

“This looks amazing, Steve,” Eddie said, positively salivating. “You didn’t have to go this far. Something simple would have been just fine.”

“Yeah, Steve,” Chrissy said, leaning forward to smell the lasagna. “I might have to haunt this place while Eddie’s gone if you’re going to cook like this, sweetie.”

Steve blushed as he dished out the lasagna, before serving himself a slice. He picked up his plate and silverware (which looked like actual antique silver, he was not looking foward to handwashing them later) to move to the kitchen.

Eddie looked up at him with his big puppy dog eyes. “Where are you going? You’re going to eat with us right?”

Steve looked around the table and no one said a word against it. “Oh. Um... I’ve never eaten with the whole family before. I eat with the kids when it’s just us, but usually when the parents are there, they want me to eat in the kitchen.”

“Sit.”

Steve set his stuff back on the table and next to Eddie. The only other open on the far end of the table. He dug into his lasagna.

“So you want to break down their evening routine for me?” Steve asked after his second or third bite.

“No business at the dinner table!” Joan cried, kicking her feet in protest.

“Yeaahhhh...” Janice chorused. “That’s the rule.”

Steve raised an eyebrow at Eddie. Who coughed into his fist and looked more than a little sheepish. There was definitely a story there and judging from the sly grin Chrissy was giving him, Eddie was no doubt the reason for said rule.

Eddie cleared his throat and set down his fork. “I’m, was a music producer for a very prominent metal label and before that I was the lead singer of ‘Corroded Coffin’. One of the few and I mean very few valid points my ex had was that I wouldn’t be present at the dinner table.” He twisted the rings on his fingers nervously.

“I would either be talking some band or another, messaging different people about the record I was working on or even just on the phone with former members of my band. So when I quit two years ago to try and save my marriage I still had people calling me and asking for my opinion, so the rule no business at the table was born.”

Steve smiled down at his plate. “No business at the dinner table then.” He paused and tilted his head to the side. “Would be asking you girls what you like business or just being friendly?”

Both girls looked at Eddie for guidance. “I leave it up to you, girls. I think it falls under being friendly.”

Joan cocked her head the side and instantly Steve was struck on how much like her dad she was. “I think it’s business,” she said with a pout. “Like in preschool.”

“I think it’s friendly,” Janice said, just to be contrary to her sister.

Chrissy and Eddie shared a knowing smirk and Steve realized this was a new thing and they might need those separate rooms sooner rather than later.

“How about we compromise,” Steve said gently. “I’ll tell you something about me, and if you want to you can share your favorite thing. Like if I said my favorite color was yellow, you could tell me what your favorite color is. But you don’t have to.”

“My favorite color is pink,” Janice said proudly. “Daddy says my room will be pink.”

Joan stuck her tongue out at her sister, because she knew she was had. “My favorite color is blue.”

“My favorite color is black,” Eddie said, joining in. “And red. Can’t forget red.”

Chrissy giggled. “Well, I guess if everyone else getting in on this, mine is green. I love that it’s the color of fresh cut grass, and spring, and how hot I look in it.”

Steve snorted as he was bringing his glass up to drink. Thankfully he wasn’t quite drinking when she said that. “Green’s a great color.”

Eddie and Chrissy shared another smirk.

“Ooh, I know why don’t we go around in circle,” Eddie suggested. “Like my favorite movie is ‘Lord of the Rings: Return of the King’.”

Steve smiled around his cup and then set it down. “I like that idea. My favorite movie is ‘The King’s Speech’. Colin Firth as King George VI and learning how to overcome his stutter? Amazing.”

Janice bounced up and down in her seat excitedly when she proudly cried, “Paddington Bear!”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yep, and now there always has to be marmalade in the house at all times.”

Steve chuckled. Poor Dad. “Have you seen the second one yet?” He knew there was a second one, but not when it came out.

Janice nodded fiercely. “Poor Paddington!”

“Barbie and 12 Dancing Princesses’!” Joan replied next. “There are so many pretty dresses in that one!”

“Ooh,” Steve cooed. “That’s a fun one. And there are so many Barbie movies to chose from, have you watched all of them yet?”

Joan nodded as Eddie shook his head sadly. “So, so, so many times. Same with both Paddington Bear movies. So have fun.” He flashed Steve a smile that was half between a grin and a grimace.

“Well I haven’t seen any of them yet,” Steve said with a wink a Janice. “You’ll have to show them to me tomorrow.”

“My current favorite is ‘The Quiet Place: Day One’,” Chrissy said. “Lupita Nyong’o is just too gorgeous for me to not watch every movie she’s in. I even watched Marvel movies for her and I’m a DC girlie all the way.”

They went around the table learning favorite books and other things about each other. Joan forced to participate so she wouldn’t be left out of the conversation. Then after they were all done. Steve cleaned up and put the leftovers into the fridge.

Then he watched as Eddie put his girls to bed. They got baths on Tuesdays and Saturdays unless they were super messy that day. They brushed their teeth to Daniel Tiger song and got into their pajamas.

Well...pajamas for Janice and a nightgown for Joan. Each one got a different story complete with all the different voices. He was assured he wouldn’t have to do the voices. That was only a Daddy thing.

Then the lights were turned off leaving the glow of the bumblebee nightlight to lighten the room and find its way into Steve’s heart.

~

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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 17/11✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: (Baby Mk trying to wake up macaque) Macaque: Wukong your son's awake Wukong: Before sunrise he's your son. Lol lion King reference

Aaaaaaahhh I love it! I was thinking the same!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I wonder if MK is experiencing any other Yaoguai urges? Besides his crush instincts and fun Monkey habits and behaviors.

mmmmm I think he mostly sometimes starts a tantrum in monkey style, where he starts to move a lot and jumps around

Anonimo ha chiesto: So like do macaque and wukong have rings or anything like now I think it would be cute if they renewed their vow.

I think I need to go study traditional chinese weddings traditions

l@ovingshadowpeaches ha chiesto: Ohhh my gosh i finally have the balls to send you this ask!! I adore your shadowpeach bio parents AU SO SO SO MUCH, your art style is so satisfying and mesmerising to look at, the plot is chefs kiss and I hope you know I LOVE all the soysauce duo content i am being fed and our Macaque introject adores it because the MK he knows is his son and your comic makes him feel a lot more valid and closer to his boy, your comic is so comforting to both him and me. I can't wait to see how it all plays out and I can't express enough how much we love love this comic!! All the love!!! GAH!!!

awww tysm for your ask!!!! :')

Anonimo ha chiesto: I think that is hilarious that macaque yoinked the great sage. Also other demons jealous Mac?!?! I need more jealous mac. I can only imagine it went like, Here is a basket of delicious peaches for your enjoyment. Excuse me while I go beat the shit out this demon for trying to take you away (Not that they could even if they got past Macaque).

hehe meanwhile Wukong's ego grows tenfold

Anonimo ha chiesto: SHADOWPEACH BIO PARENT AU The last question had me saying: what was Pigsy's and Tang's reaction to Mk's l̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ crush on Red Son? And also the court napping thing?

I think at first they didn't believe it, then they realized what happened, and didn't know wheter being shocked or not since they should have absolutely saw it coming.

@vex--lynn ha chiesto: Do you find it crazy how much you've affected the Fandom, like you've taken it by storm! It's kinda like when "Garden across our collarbone" took over the Fandom. In the end, we're left crying happy tears. I'm so happy to have found this comic while it was still being made cause I feel like I'm part of the adventure of these crazy monkies! I wish you nothing but the best for you!! <3

BRO u CAN'T JUST PULL OUT THAT NAME AND MINE IN THE SAME CONTEXT. That fic is like an atomic bomb I'm just a humble artist drawing gay monkies.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I just want you to know that your LMK comic is getting me through a really hard time in my life right now. It really helps to have something to smile about and look forward to. Thank you so much for all the recent fluff. It brings me a lot of joy. 💕 Awwww tysm!!

Aww that's so nice to hear!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Okay since mac has 6 sensitive ears... wouldn't be sometimes hard for him...? l mean what if there was very strong noises like fireworks or smt around!? U know what is the best solution for this!! Mac lying down between wukong's arms and put his head on chest and listen to his heartbeat!!! This will absolutely will calm him down right? I WANNA SEE THIS IN YOUR COMICS PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAASS

askjcbaicbasc that's sooooo cute! Maybe, perhaps, in the future, who knows....

Anonimo ha chiesto: Is it slowly building back up to shadowpeach getting back together or? 🤔 idk their relationship status rn

situationship so bad these 2 are sleeping together and have a kid but still are allergic to flirt like normal people.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Got a question about Sun Wukong being trans. I know he probably uses glamour to hide his ✨✨boobies✨✨. But like, is he also using tape or are they kinda just... Out Cause now I'm thinking about the times we've seen him shirtless so like... ???

before he learned to shapeshift he mostly used bandages since that's all he could do at the time. Now MK is teaching him what binders are and he couldn't be more grateful.

@ayrza ha chiesto: I know you may not share it, or even read it, but I need to get it out of me. Do you realize that MK has only had father figures and no mother figures? Which means that the simple word "MAMA" carries too much sentimental weight and that's... 🥹 THIS COULD NOT BE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU ALREADY MADE IT!!! MY BABY SAID MAMA!!!! 😭✨💖

o my gAAAAHHD I THINK THAT WAS UNINTENTIONAL OF ME BUT THIS CHANGES EVERYTHINGGG

@s-p-r-i-n-g-t-i-m-e ha chiesto: question: what does MK call Pigsy and Tang? Anonimo ha chiesto: I love the new post i am crying 😢 😭 But I do have a question is mac mama and wukong Baba, or is wukong Mama and mac baba this is an important question I have for you???

Pigsy is "Dad" and Tang is "Papa". Mac is "Mama" and Wukong is "Baba"

Anonimo ha chiesto: I’ve seen many many drawings and intereptations of Mac being all piecered, especially on his ears cause if you have six, you gotta use em. Does macaque have any piercings in your au or is his ears too sensitive for that in your mind? Does he like to fidigit with them or any body else?

mmmm he can perfectly have it. I think he would have a few, but only rings and like each of them is far from the others in the lobe area because I can imagine someone with sensitive Hearing wouldn't like to hear the sounds of metal or earrings tingeling every time he moves around.

@alchemical-spill-on-aisle-three ha chiesto: In your shadowpeach comic, is Mei going to help MK with his crush? I just think it would be really funny if they got into hijinks while trying to get MK and Redson together lol

Mei is the one who organized their sparring meetings in the first place. She was Spicynoodle number 1 fan since the beginning.

@straightally2001 ha chiesto: Hmm... if Kai is gonna be MK and Red Son's son does that mean that Nya is gonna be Mei's daughter?

Omg yes. But guys don't tempt me or I might make a "Spicynoodle 50 years later/ninjago crossover" comic the size of the shadowpeach one if we go down this path

Anonimo ha chiesto: If mk is a trans does he still get period?

yes

Anonimo ha chiesto: what is MK’s favorite thing about red boy?

The fact that he tries to hide his emotions but his fire powers reflects them out of his control. MK thinks it's very cute.

Anonimo ha chiesto: So, are you ever going to make a sick episode for the bio dads? I am asking because I am sick, and it would be interesting to see what they are like when sick.

nope sorry. donesn't fit in the current schedule. But MK will go at the hospital at some point if that's of any reassuring.

@sokda-lal-ashes ha chiesto: Do you have why doodles that aren't exactly in the stories but that fits your bio parents au? I love your art so much!! Especially your redson design!!!

Yes but they are spoilers. Sorryyy

Anonimo ha chiesto: Wukong: hay don't forget to eat breakfast. Macaque: what are you talking about I just ate Wukong: you had espresso & anit depressants that is not a meal. Macaque (repeats mocking Wukong) I don't need your judgement I feel like the whole being revived thinks makes macaque sometimes not realize he's hungry or thirsty

ahah how much I relate (I don't take antidepressant but a lot of magnesium bc of mood swings)

@astro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Wait… if macaque gets his power from a lunar eclipse, does that mean that wukong gets his power from a solar eclipse? Bye <3

Anonimo ha chiesto: Oh so I just had a thought! Since the light hair streaks are being caused by a lunar eclipse because Macaque draws his powers from the moon, is the opposite true for Wukong? Are any of his powers from the sun and would something happen if there was a solar eclipse? Love all the world building in your comics its all so good!!!

mmm I don't think that's how it works.

Anonimo ha chiesto: wait, so since the brotherhood knew about Macaque courtnapping Wukong, did they ever have to witness the monstrosity of cuddles and affection you describe Shadowpeach when they’re together? I could only imagine the awkwardness. Or many they’re totally cool with them being open with each other right in front of them. I know th3 brotherhood won’t show up in your comic as you’ve said before but a fan can only dream.

Oh yeah. O yeah they did.

@shamelesschopshopwasteland ha chiesto: How are Macaque and Wukong? Do they spend time with each other outside of sleeping? (Also I love you AU!!! <3)

Macaque still works from time to time to the Dojo in weekdays, and also likes his alone time, but has been spendind more time with Wukong to help the other monkeys and telling stories about what happened in all those years they missed when they were still enemies.

Anonimo ha chiesto: (I LOVE YOUR ART SM IFDJKEWVJHA, make sure to take breaks!!) Considering Macaque doesn't like the cold. (I love that HC so much, especially because I like to HC that he's freezing 24/7 can only warm up with hot springs and touch but not actual heat/the sun) How would Macaque react in a snowstorm/winter. Would he just bundle up a lot or lock himself in a room or something similar?

3 layers of jackets and self-heating socks when he's going around, otherwise Hot springs every evening.

Anonimo ha chiesto: what other nicknames/pet names does SWK and Macaque have for one another beside peaches and plum?

mmm I think Sun and Moon

@patienceandpokemon ha chiesto: Okay, rip my heart out with happiness in P7 of Monkie trio with the moonlight reveal why don't you?! THANK YOU! But in seriousness, in the latest bit . . Are Mac and MK recharging their shadow powers under the moonlight? Is that why Mac never really attacked in season 1-3 in your AU of LMK, unless there had been a full moon prior? Or am I snowballing into unrelated territory? Anywho, love the comic! He's so fucking fluffy and white like a pearl! And MK, baby fluff!!!!!

Wait he actually did it in the series?? I never noticed!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Soooooo we know Macaque did the courtnapping for shadowpeach so who did the courtnapping for the demon bull family? PIF or DBK👀

I think PIF did?

@boonalina ha chiesto: Question: In your AU, when exactly did Mac and PIF become sworn siblings? Cuz we know Wuk and Mac were sworn bros with DBK, and then DBK "betrayed" them by getting together with PIF. So when exactly would Mac have become sworn siblings with her? Was it like during the time Wukong was under the mountain or smth? Cuz it does seem like Mac drifted apart from the Brotherhood when Wukong was imprisoned.

this is a fandom headcanon, but I believe it was a little after Wukong was imprisoned, and a little after Macaque was revived

[respectthepetty]

I LOVE THESE LAPIS LADS SO DAMN MUCH!!!!!!

Faifa is ready to die before he makes someone else uncomfortable, so thank goodness Wine is always around to remind Faifa that he will actually die if he continues to try to make everyone happy.

And then Wine gave Faifa the thing he wanted in the first place but was willing to sacrifice because Faifa is always thinking of others and now it's time someone thought about him!

I also appreciate that his Black Brooder brother, with his Green Guy boyfriend in tow, immediately went after him once he found out he spent all night out with his mentee.

So now Gun's even asking what they possibly talked about for hours all night long while Yellow Yal Arm is trying to play bad cop and get to the bottom of this.

But he is too cute for that negativity.

He is a lover, not a fighter, and he knows the best Blue Boy in all the lands would never hurt anyone, especially Wine, which is why Arm tasks Faifa with bringing our dark Blue Boy out of his shell.

So Faifa decides to do it in the kindest gayest way possible by simply being nice to the guy. Pete got Vegas that way, so it obviously works with even the toughest cases.

Maybe that's why Arm keeps wearing blue; he wants to be a Blue Boy since they are just so great, but I can't really think too much on that because Red Rascal Arc is . . . well, existing, shirtless.

And this is the proper reaction to witnessing that man, exist, shirtless. Both. Both are the proper reaction.

But crying in a Texas Roadhouse is not the proper reaction to eating with friends, mostly when your buddies are filming content. However, this feels true to a dark Blue Boy.

Because it's what dark Blue Boys do. Just being depressing. Crying in showers. Crying in the Garden of Olives. Crying in his sleep. Crying in the club. Crying. All the time.

So I actually think it was smart that light Blue Boy Faifa ran to his dad to ask about how to heal a broken heart since his dad is also a dark Blue Boy who was so depressed after their mom left him that he vowed to never love again, yet he seems fine now, right?!

And Faifa does not need the judgement of his brother and brother-in-law in this situation! But I love that Faifa was like, "break up with each other then I can ask for your advice" and it looked like Yotha was legit going to punch him for even putting that curse into the air.

Because Faifa is the BEST Blue Boy, yet he thinks he is not capable of loving someone else, when he, in fact, will be the BEST at loving Wine (and I think he is going to be heartbroken about it, but I'm not there yet), so I need his brother to support him in this effort!

Faifa is so good at loving Wine that he runs to the bar even after he said he wasn't going simply because Wine asked him to, and as much as I want to be upset that Arc and Arm keep playing color games with me, I noticed Arc has a teeny tiny bit of red on him.

And the back of Arm's shirt is yellow, so I am not mad at them! Also, this entire section of the episode was hilarious since Arc was big mad his man was telling Wine love was dumb, and at the same time Yotha, who is drunk just like everyone else, connected the dots that his brother was trying to help out Wine. I loved it!

But these two color-coded toxicitos entered the scene just in time to give Wine a gay crisis in the middle of the drunk scene of a BL.

Faifa grabbed that boy and shuffled him off to the bathroom so quickly because Klao and Arc both were looking at that kid like he was going to say some homophobic shit, BUT BABY IS GAY! This was excellent! I'm living my best life!

And we immediately get treated with Faifa rubbing Wine's back and trying to soothe him. I LOVE FAIFA!

But not as much as I love Wine at this exact moment pinning Faifa to the wall with his hands around Faifa's neck as he has a whole breakdown about being gay and fearing everyone will hate him.

WHICH PROMPTS HIM TO KISS FAIFA!!!! AND FAIFA KISSES HIM BACK!!!!!

Faifa, you're in trouble, bro. You're already lost in the deep blue boy sea. You don't know what heartache is about to hit you because you only know that Wine broke up with his girlfriend because he likes guys. But you don't know he broke up with her because he liked her brother, and we have no idea what that brother spoke to his parents about since Wine ran away before Toey could say, and . . .

These bars are giving me bad vibes, so you are about to have some competition that you don't even see coming (out) because her brother probably came out to his parents and Wine is going to be a mess about it.

Yeah, hold your little Vino Baby while you can, sir. Cuddle him before the narrative screws all of us over.

Because this man is so unpredictable that he logged into his ex's YouTube account just to mess up her algorithm so he could get his camera back. He is a genius, but also, petty. That's a dangerous combination, Faifa.

Look at Faifa. Look at him. Look at my Best Blue Boy in all the universe. Look at how chill he was seconds before Wine called him and he dropped everything to run to him and comfort him. LOOK AT WHAT A KING LOOKS LIKE!

I LOVE FAIFA! I LOVE THEM! I LOVE THIS!

Faifa has the perfect words to make Wine feel safe, and the way he looks at Wine is unbelievably soft, but we all know what this means when we still have six episodes left in their story, right?

We're fucked.

Because now the show has plenty of time to show us that even though Faifa said that Wine makes his heart flutter, Wine will struggle with it since Faifa treats everyone special, and for Tor to make his appearance since it's seemed very important that Tor spoke to his parents.

But I could be completely wrong, and we are just going to ride this wave of happiness until the very end.

Or drown trying.

[hippiegoth97]

Smalltown Boy: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You work at Hawkins Auto Shop, and Eddie brings his van in for an oil change. You catch him checking you out, and you go with him to Lover's Lake. He's nervous as he's never been with a man before, but you do your best to make him feel comfortable and safe…

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI:  struggles with sexuality, use of the term ‘queer’, LGBTQ+ references, mentions of homophobia, smoking, mentions of adult material, crying, smut, swearing, male reader, anal fingering, unprotected oral sex, protected anal sex

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Divider by @cafekitsune

Smalltown Boy

You've just finished servicing Chief Hopper's vehicle when you see a ragged blue van pull into the parking lot of your father's auto shop. The radio inside is blasting metal music for a moment, then the driver kills the engine. He opens the door and hops out, and you immediately recognize him. Eddie Munson, you remember him from your years at Hawkins High. It's been a few years since you graduated, Eddie was a couple years behind you. You'd always found him a bit odd, but so did everyone else. The School Freak.

Despite his harsh namesake, he was always kind to you in the halls and any shared classes. He wasn't mean to anyone who didn't deserve it. There'd been many occasions when he'd taken the beating on behalf of others when the popular kids wanted to pick on the nerds. You'd also found him to be quite cute, his metalhead look had you spellbound at times. But you couldn't tell him that, especially in a small town like Hawkins. And you doubt he would've reciprocated your feelings, you always saw him with girls, anyways.

"Hey, man. Hello?" You snap out of your thoughts to see Eddie standing in front of you, waving his hand in your face. He smiles when you meet his gaze. "Hey, I uh...need an oil change ASAP. Can you help me out?" He says awkwardly, his hand stroking the back of his neck.

"No problem. It'll be a bit of a wait, if you don't mind hanging around." You reply, smiling back at him. "It's Eddie, right?" You ask nonchalantly.

"Yeah, it is. And I'm cool to wait, I'm just gonna have a smoke outside." He hands you the keys to his van, and heads outside. You go to the lot and get inside the van to drive it into the garage for service. You take a moment to examine the inside of the vehicle. You notice lots of metal band tapes in the passenger seat, with some homemade mixes in the bunch. The ashtray is overloaded with half-smoked cigarettes. The smell of beer and weed permeates the interior. In the back there's a small sleeping setup, you imagine Eddie camps out in the van often. Pillows and blankets are strewn about, along with a stack of magazines. Most are Playboy, but there's a couple unexpected issues in the pile too.

You'd recognize it anywhere. Blue Boy magazine. As in a gay porno mag. He seems uncaring about hiding it, and that makes you uneasy. It's dangerous for people like you in this town, any guy you hook up with has to be kept a secret. And most have beaten you up, or at least given you a black eye afterwards. To separate themselves from what they've done with you, putting their true selves back in the closet. For Eddie to be so careless and risk the wrong person seeing it, he could get himself killed. You make a point to tell him so, but discreetly. You don't want him to think you're threatening him, especially now that you might have a chance with him.

You put the idea aside for a moment to move the van into the garage. You get out, and set to work. You keep the garage door open to make it easier to move vehicles in and out, but also because the AC in the shop is busted and it gets hotter than hell in here. You've taken off your uniform shirt, sweat soaking through the white tank top you’re wearing underneath.

You feel eyes watching you just outside the garage, leaning to look behind the hood of the van which blocks your view. You see Eddie leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed casually. He's looking you up and down, possibly checking you out. He's taken off his jacket and vest, holding them in his arms. The sleeves of his Hellfire Club shirt are rolled up, he's also slicked in a light coat of sweat. He seems nervous, like he has something to say but isn't sure how to form the words.

"Do you need something? Or are you gonna stand there staring at me all night?" You ask, beckoning him over when he doesn't reply. He moves towards you slowly, cautiously. Finally, he's standing off to the side of the van, and he swallows hard. "Are you alright, Eddie?" You ask calmly.

"Uh, yeah I just um..." He struggles to get the words out, you notice him dragging his eyes over your body. You're glistening in the dim light of the garage, with stripes of grease on your muscular arms, some on your forehead too. "I just realized I recognize you...from school. Y/N, right?" His breath is shaky, and he's gone very pale. You're afraid he's going to faint.

"Sit down Eddie, you look sick. I'll get you some water." You go into the back of the shop, opening the staff fridge for two bottles of water. You walk back to him, he's sitting cross-legged on the ground, head in his hands. You hold a bottle out to him. "Here, I think you're dehydrated." Eddie looks up at you with sad eyes, taking the bottle from you. He opens it with shaking hands, gulping the contents. "Hey, slow down. You'll make yourself sick if you keep up like that." You sit down on the ground with him. Nobody else is in the shop for the night, the rest of the crew has gone out to the bar to watch the game, your father included. You've never been one for sports, and you want to get in some extra hours in the shop. "Now, is there something else you wanted to tell me?"

"I-" He sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. I'll let you get back to work. Sorry." He starts to stand, but you grasp his arm. Eddie's breath hitches, his eyes snap to you in fear. But your kind gaze makes him relax, and he sits back down.

"It's okay, there's nobody else here for the night. You can tell me, Eddie. You were very kind to me in school, let me do the same for you." You look in his eyes, reassuring him. "You seem so scared, would it have anything to do with those magazines you have in the back of your van?" He gasps at your question, eyes going wide. He looks like he's going to bolt, so you gently place your hand on his knee. "You don't need to be afraid. And I wasn't meaning to snoop around in your business. I only know what they are, because I own a few issues myself." You smile at him, rubbing his knee lightly.

He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it again. He seems calmer now, trusting you. He thinks for a moment, and finally speaks. "You aren't going to tell anyone, are you?" You're surprised at first, but then you remember all the times you've heard that question before.

"Of course I'm not going to tell anyone. I know what it's like in this town, anyone who's 'different' has a target on their back. I've had my ass kicked by many hookups who don't want anyone to know." You realize you've implied Eddie is trying to fuck you. "Not that I think you're wanting to do that. I just mean, I don't make it a habit to tell people's secrets. Especially when I don't want my own secret getting out."

"Who said I didn't want to?" He says shyly, looking down at his hands. He raises his face after a moment, meeting your gaze again. "Fuck you, I mean, not kick your ass." He smirks, gaining a small amount of confidence. You're shocked at him asking. Sure, he is very attractive, but you didn't expect things to go this way tonight. You aren't sure he's ready for it either.

"Are you sure you're ready for that, Eddie? I mean, you almost passed out from just staring at me and dancing around your feelings." Your hand moves from his knee to his shoulder. Eddie's hand rests on top of yours, his rings cold against your skin. You shiver slightly at the feeling.

"I think I am. I mean, I've been with lots of girls before, how much different can it be?" You laugh at his statement, and his smile disappears. His eyes sadden again, he's almost on the verge of tears.

"Oh, Eddie. I'm sorry, I promise I'm not mocking you. It's just that I've also been with plenty of women before, and it's not quite the same. Similar, yes, but plenty of differences, too. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, or have you regret it if you're not truly ready. Because I like you, I've always liked you. And I don't want to end up hurting you."

"I'm glad you're so concerned about me. It's really cute, actually." He chuckles. "But I promise you, you won't hurt me. And since I also like you quite a lot, I know I won't regret it." He reaches over to touch your cheek, making you blush slightly.

You take a moment to consider his words. You really like him, and he seems to like you too. But you have reservations about being Eddie's first man. You remember your first, how kind and gentle he was, how he made sure you were comfortable. It ended up being one of the best nights of your life. You realize you can be that man for Eddie, you can guide him. You can make sure he's safe. He might not be so lucky with the next man he tries to engage with. You've had plenty of your own experiences where you'd been treated too rough, almost ending up in the hospital a few times. You don't want that to happen to Eddie. "Alright, I'll help you. But let me finish up with your van first. I'll need to grab a couple things from the back office before we leave. And if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you tell me and we'll stop, okay?" You search his eyes for any doubt, but he seems set on this.

"Sounds like a plan to me. I'm gonna have another smoke though, to calm my nerves." He smirks, standing up with you. You're both very close to each other now, and the air suddenly feels electric. He keeps looking down at your lips, then back to your eyes. He moves even closer, his mouth only centimeters away. He's panting slightly, nervous again. "Can I kiss you, Y/N?" He asks, barely above a whisper.

"Yes. Please." You say just as quietly. Eddie leans in, connecting his mouth to yours. It's soft and plush, you immediately kiss him back. You grab his shoulders and pull him closer, biting his lip. He moans, allowing your tongue access to tangle with his. Your hands go into his damp hair, tugging on it lightly. He moans again, his hands moving to squeeze your ass. You moan this time, not wanting to let Eddie go. But you can't do this here, out in the open where someone could drive by and see you. You pull away, almost gasping for air. Your head rests against his for a moment. "You're really good at that, Eddie. But we can't do this here, it's not safe. Go have your smoke and I'll finish with the van, okay?"

"'Kay." He nods bashfully, backing away from you to turn and go outside. You notice his cock has hardened in his tight jeans, which turns you on even more. He wants you so badly, and you want him just as much.

"Fuck, you are so hot, Eddie. You're lucky I have self control." You say as you stare at his crotch. He looks down, blushing when he realizes how worked up he is already.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N. I'll go have that smoke now, and think about baseball or something." He laughs, walking backwards out of the garage as he speaks. You laugh at his remark, and he turns around to wait outside for you.

You make quick work of changing the oil, wanting to get back to Eddie as soon as humanly possible. He tastes so good, like tobacco and strawberry candy. You find yourself craving him, feeling your own cock harden in your grease-stained pants at the thought. You shut the hood forcefully, wiping your hands with a rag. You go to the back to freshen yourself up a bit. In the bathroom you splash water on your face, and scrub as much grease off your body as possible. You take a look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair. You find yourself feeling anxious. You're used to fucking random men, so what's the big deal? But you suppose Eddie is different. You know him, at least more than you've known the others. Your stomach flutters with a swarm of butterflies, you do your best to tame them.

You go to your locker in the office, pulling out some street clothes. Just jeans and a t-shirt. You change into them quickly, piling your uniform on a desk to take home to wash. You also grab a bottle of lube and a box of condoms from the locker. You keep them at the shop just in case, and Eddie is proof of their necessity. You put your belongings into your backpack, and proceed to turn off all the lights and lock up for the night. You go out through the garage, tossing Eddie the keys to the van. He catches them with a grin, flicking his cigarette away. He gets in the van, pulling it out into the lot while you push the button to shut the garage door behind you. You open the passenger door, seeing Eddie tossing his tapes into the back.

"Sorry about the mess, Y/N. I don't usually have passengers. At least, not in the front." He laughs, looking you over as you climb in. You toss your backpack behind you on the blankets and pillows. "You clean up good, babe." He stares at you a moment as you clip your seat belt on.

"I like when you call me that. You’re pretty handsome yourself." You meet his gaze, smiling at him. "So, is Lover's Lake alright?" You ask.

"Uh, yeah...sure." Eddie nods. He pulls out of the lot, and you're on your way to the most notorious hook-up spot in Hawkins. You spend most of the drive in silence, both of you too nervous to speak. You glance at him occasionally, but he's focused on the road. You notice his fingers tapping on the steering wheel incessantly, and you put your hand on his thigh to get him to relax. He tenses under your touch for a moment, before he softens with a low sigh. He looks at you for a second, smiling widely. "Thanks for that. I'm sorry for being so nervous."

"No need to be sorry, Eddie. I was nervous the first time too. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous right now. I've got goddamn butterflies because of you." You chuckle. He laughs too, loudly this time. He seems to relax little by little when you talk. You move your hand up and down his thigh gently, his breath hitches when you get close to his dick.

"Careful, Y/N. Don't wanna make me crash, do you?" He glances at you briefly. You're tempted to move further, but decide to keep your hand in place, stroking him. "Fuck. You’re quite the tease. Got half a mind to pull over right now." He shudders as you continue to touch him.

"It's just a bit longer, Eddie. Then you can have whatever you want." The last five minutes of the drive are quiet, the air between you slowly igniting. When he finally parks the van, you move your hand directly onto his cock. He gasps at your touch, and you palm him through his jeans. "Move to the back, babe." You say, ceasing your groping. He whines at the loss, needy for you. He obeys your request, flopping himself down onto the pile of bedding. You follow behind him, positioning yourself on top of Eddie. Your knees are on either side of his, and you caress his cheek. You look into his eyes, searching again for any doubt about how tonight will go. When you find none, you lower your lips onto his. He quickly returns the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck to pull you closer. Your mouths move in sync, tongues fighting for dominance. Eddie puts up a good fight, but he eventually yields to you. You can tell he's used to being in charge. But for his safety, you need to take that role tonight.

"I've always wanted to do this. I never thought I'd have the chance, especially not with a man as sexy as you." He looks up at you meaningfully, running his fingers through your short hair. You start kissing his neck, causing him to moan. You nip at the skin, and more noises spill out of him. Eddie runs his hands down your back, digging his nails in as you mark him with hickeys. "It's funny…" He breathes out. "I feel like a girl in this position. I like it though. Jesus, I hope I'm not being weird." You stop teething on him to meet his eyes.

"It's not weird at all. I get what you mean. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, though." You resume your work, and Eddie snakes his hand down your front until he grazes your cock. You moan into his ear, and he grips your length. "You want to go further, baby?" You whisper in his ear, making him shiver.

"Yes. Please." He replies softly. You sit up to remove your shirt, and he mirrors you. You're both topless now, taking in each other's bodies for a moment. You explore him with your hands, running your fingers over his tattoos. "You like those, huh? I'm surprised you don't have any." He reaches over to feel you now. Your glistening muscles entrance him, he can't help but stare. You're the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Way better than any of the guys in the magazines.

"I've always wanted at least one. They're badass. But I can never think of what I would want on my body forever."

"I can give you one sometime, if you want. Just stick and poke, but you can do a lot with that." He smirks at you briefly, but it dissolves quickly, his motions coming to a stop. He's realizing what he said, assuming you'd want to see him again after tonight. "Sorry, I'm making plans for no reason. You probably don't want to see me after tonight." He looks down, his face falling into sadness again. You lift his chin with your finger, kissing him softly.

"Don't make assumptions, Eddie. Who knows? Maybe I do want to see you again. But let's not worry about that, okay? Just focus on right now. And right now, I want you to lay down." He does as you ask, and you slowly strip him of his remaining clothes. You slip his sneakers and socks off. Then you go to his belt, slowly undoing it. His breathing gets heavier as you work, eyes glued on your every move. You pull his jeans down along with his boxers. He's on full display to you, his cock hard and leaking precum. You look him in the eyes as you take his length in your hand.

"Fuck, Y/N." Eddie moans as you begin to pump him. You go slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. You bring your head down to lick a stripe up from the base to the head. His hips buck involuntarily, and he calls your name again. You hold his hips to steady him, taking his entire length in your mouth. He gasps, hand shooting down to hold the back of your head. You bob up and down on him, swirling your tongue as you go. His lips let a stream of curses and moans flow into your ears as you work him. You feel his edge nearing, so you release him from your mouth with a pop. "Jesus fucking Christ, you're really good at that."

"You wanna try it for yourself, Eddie?" You ask him, he sits up on his elbows to look at you.

He grins again. "I thought you'd never ask." You switch places with him, laying down on the surprisingly soft pile of blankets. Eddie copies your actions, stripping off your pants and shoes. He pulls your underwear off afterwards, taking his time. When your cock springs free, his jaw drops. He's so intrigued by it, as he's never handled one not attached to himself before. He eagerly grasps your length in his hand, and it's your turn to moan. He licks the same stripe you gave him, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. His gaze makes your skin burn with lust, and you can't help but groan loudly when he finally takes you in his mouth. He tries to impress you by taking all of you at once, but he ends up gagging.

"It's okay, Eddie. Don't push yourself past your limit." You reassure him as he's blushing at his failure to deepthroat you on the first try. He takes what he can of you in his mouth again, doing the same tongue swirl. "Fuck, Eddie. You're doing so well. Keep going, I'll let you know when to stop." He goes up and down on you, stroking what won't fit with his hand. He wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel. It's like you're on fire, pleasure building and building under your skin. You sense your orgasm quickly approaching, pushing Eddie off of you. "That's enough, babe. There's still more to do."

"It sure was fun, though." He lets your cock fall from his grip, smashing his lips onto yours. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging again. He groans into your mouth, and straddles you. He grinds his cock against yours, causing both of you to whimper. You keep up with his rhythm, the friction between you feeling so fucking good. You don't want him to stop, but you don't want to cum just yet. You break away, causing him to whine.

"So eager, aren't you? Just be patient, baby." You stroke his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut. "Let me go into my bag. Then we'll get to the good part." He lifts himself off of you, taking your place as you crawl over to your bag. You unzip it, pulling out the lube and condoms. You turn to face him again. You stop in your tracks, you're taken aback by how beautiful Eddie looks like this. He's all laid out to you, his hair splayed about on the blankets, his skin slicked with a fresh coat of sweat. He's so gorgeous, and he's all for you.

"Whatcha got there, sweetheart?" He asks with a grin. You show him the items, his eyes go wide again.

"You okay, Eddie? We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to."

"No, I definitely want to.” He insists. “I want you to fuck me, Y/N. I need you, just tell me what I have to do." His eyes are glistening, almost teary again. He's waited so long to be able to explore this part of himself. He's tired of hiding away. Sure, he loves women, but he wants to be with men too. And until now, he's been too scared to ask anyone. Ask the wrong man in a town like this and you're a pariah. Or worse, you're dead.

"Okay, babe. Just relax. Which way do you want to do this? Either I'm in you or you're in me. I'm fine with whatever you want, Eddie." You stroke his thigh again, comforting him. He takes a moment to think about it.

"I want you in me. And if it's not too much, could we do it again the other way?" He asks shyly, his cheeks burning red.

"Of course, sweetheart. I think it would be good for you to know which way you prefer. So, first, I'll have to loosen you up a little with my fingers, okay? And again, just tell me if it's not working for you." He nods, staring at you expectantly. "Alright, I'm going to have you get on your hands and knees for me, it's just easier to maneuver that way." He gets into position, shuddering in anticipation. You steady him with your hand on his back, he calms down a bit. You open the lube, squirting some onto two fingers. Your dry hand grabs his ass, squeezing gently. He moans quietly, awaiting your next move. You bring one finger to his tight hole, you massage the outside of it slowly, and he groans again. Once he seems to lean into the new sensation, you slowly push the finger inside of him.

"Y/N!" He cries. You almost pull back out, worried you've hurt him. "No, don't stop. Please, keep going." You continue, pumping your finger in and out of him, more beautiful sounds falling freely from his lips. After he's accustomed to you, you add a second finger. "Shit, it feels so different. So fuckin' good though." You continue moving inside of him until you feel like he's ready for your dick. You remove your fingers, and Eddie whines at the loss. You rip open a condom, rolling it over your cock. You squeeze more lube onto your length, gasping at the coolness of it. You kneel behind him, grabbing his hips.

"I'm going to put myself inside you now. Just say the word if it's too much, babe." He nods in agreement, and you slowly push your length into him. Moans burst from both of your mouths, he feels so tight around you. "You doin’ okay, Eddie?" You ask through gritted teeth.

"Yes, more than okay. Please, give me more." You love how much he's asking, begging you to fuck him. He's wanted this for a long time, and you're more than happy to grant his wish. You start thrusting inside him, taking it slow. He moans your name over and over like a chant. You can't help but moan back. "Faster, Y/N. Please." You obey his request, snapping your hips. You knock the breath out of him, and he groans when it returns. "Fuck, it feels so good. Too fucking good." He's putty in your hand, calling out praises at you with each thrust. The sound of your moans and skin slapping fill the van, which shakes in time with your movements.

"You're taking me so well, Eddie. And you're so fucking tight." You're getting closer to the edge, picking up the pace to bring Eddie with you. "Are you close, babe?" You ask breathlessly.

"Fuck. Yes. Go faster. Cum with me." He's a panting mess beneath you, the noises spurring you on. You snap your hips even faster, going at inhuman speed. You feel yourself losing it, cum filling the condom as you continue moving inside Eddie. You hear him reach his high, his load spurting out of his cock and onto the blankets. "Fuck, Y/N!" He shouts as his orgasm rocks through him. You gradually stop thrusting, pulling yourself out of his ass carefully. You tie off the condom and toss it in your bag to dispose of later. Eddie's laying with his lower half still in the air, in utter shock of how strong his orgasm was.

"You alright, Eddie?" You ask, helping him lay down next to you. You rest his head on your chest, stroking his hair. He doesn't say anything, but you feel his breath stuttering. And there's tears falling from his eyes. "Hey, hey. It's okay, babe. I didn't hurt you did I?" You sit both of you up to look in his eyes. His lip is quivering slightly, and his eyes are red.

"No, you didn't hurt me, I promise. You were so good. I just-" He starts to sob, and you bring him into your chest. You kiss the top of his head, feeling yourself lose a couple tears as well. He wraps his arms around your middle, letting everything out.

You understand how he feels. This is the first time he's been able to act on a part of himself that the world says is wrong. It wasn't too long ago when you were in his shoes, longing to be fully open with someone. You can only hope the future will bring a more forgiving society. One where who you are or who you love doesn't matter. One where the content of your character counts above all else. Not just for your sake, but for Eddie's. He's such a bright young man, but this cruel world forces him to hide himself away. You find it so unfair, because you think he deserves everything he desires. You wish you could give it all to him. Maybe you can't do all that, but you can give him this moment. And as the man who was your first did for you, you can make Eddie feel whole.

"Fuck." Eddie sniffles, chuckling. "I feel so silly, Y/N. But I feel like I don't have to explain anything to you. You just understand it. You understand me. You make me feel special." He wipes his eyes, looking up at you. "Can I make you feel special now?" He makes himself level with you again, eyes pleading to return the favor. And who are you to deny him?

"Yes, Eddie. You can." You kiss him deeply, pulling away a moment later. "How about a smoke break first, hm?" You stroke his arm gently, giving him goosebumps.

"Sounds good to me." Eddie smiles, crawling over to his jacket, pulling out two cigarettes and a lighter. He puts them both in his mouth, igniting the ends. He hands one over to you, and you happily take it. You lean against the side of the van, smoking thoughtfully. You feel his eyes trained on you, watching your muscles flex as you take a drag, or breathe. "You're so gorgeous, Y/N. Like one of those marble statues or something."

You glance at him, chuckling as you blush at his compliment. "Thank you, Eddie. That's really sweet of you to say. You're very handsome too, you know."

"Thanks." He says sheepishly, his cheeks matching yours. The both of you smoke silently, running your free hands up and down each other's bodies. Your bare flesh sizzles at Eddie's touch, and you can't stop staring into his big brown eyes. He takes notice of your erection, gripping it greedily while smirking at you.

"Shit, Eddie." You moan out, letting him pump you in his hand. You keep smoking, feeling the nicotine wash through you as he jerks you off. Your head is full of lust, swirling with sensation. He stops, taking your spent cigarette from you, putting it out along with his in the ashtray. He returns to your side, kissing your burning skin roughly. He plants his lips all over your body, from your neck, to your chest, your thighs, wherever you'll let him reach. You breathe heavily, savoring every wet mark of his mouth to your flesh.

Eddie moves in front of you, positioning himself to take your dick into his mouth again. You groan as your length disappears past his lips, and he hums on you as he takes as much as he can. His tongue swirls around you as he bobs up and down, his hand pumping what he can't fit between his plush lips. He glances at you as he sucks you off, winking when he sees your fucked-out expression. He keeps going for a few minutes, but his jaw soon gets tired. He lets your dick fall out of his mouth, along with some drool. He wipes it away, looking at you again. "Sorry, I'm not very good at that yet." He says, sounding embarrassed.

"That's alright, Eddie. You did so well." You stroke his hair, trying to make him feel better. "You wanna fuck me now, babe?" You ask breathily, and he perks up at your suggestion.

"Fuck, yes." He straddles you, clashing his mouth with yours. His hands grip your hair, tugging roughly. You moan into his touch, dragging your nails down his back. Eddie can't help rubbing his cock against yours, creating welcome friction. He moves on you like an animal in heat, his lips migrate to your neck. He licks your skin, sucking on it to leave dark hickies. He seems more confident now, and so very eager to please you.

The inside of the van feels like a sauna, the two of you radiating pure lust. "You're such an insatiable little thing." You chuckle lowly, bringing his head up to face you again. "How do you want me?" Your hand caresses his face gently, your eyes searching for doubts again.

Eddie's breath stutters, he's contemplating your question carefully. "Is it comfortable for you to lay on your back?" He asks, unsure of himself again. When you don't immediately reply, he almost dismisses the idea. "We can do it the other way if that's easier, I don't mind." His gaze falls, worried he’s ruined the mood. You use your finger to lift his chin.

"I can lay down for you, no problem. Don't be so nervous to ask for what you want, Eddie." You tenderly kiss his lips, making him melt. Your hand casually brushes over Eddie's cock, making him gasp. "Let me get comfortable, okay?" You say, barely above a whisper as you teasingly grip his length in your hand for a second.

"'Kay." He exhales, climbing off your lap once you release him from your grasp. You take out another condom from your bag, handing it to Eddie along with the bottle of lube. You shift your body to lay on the blankets, putting your knees up for him. He sits before you, holding the objects you gave him. "Should I loosen you up first, Y/N?" He asks, setting the condom down. He looks so adorable, gazing at you with wide, unsure eyes.

"Yes, just do as I did to you earlier. One finger first, start slow. Then add another, okay? And don't worry about having too much lube, it's better than not having enough. Take you time, baby. And relax, this ain't my first rodeo." You laugh, and he does too. He nods his head at your instructions, seeming more relaxed now. He squirts some lube onto a finger, lowering it between your legs. He mimics your actions, massaging your puckered hole first. You moan quietly, nodding encouragingly when he looks at you again. "Go ahead." You breathe out, anxiously waiting for his digit to enter you. He finally slips it in, his mouth falling open at how warm you feel around him. "Fuck." You groan, looking deep into his eyes.

He starts to pump in and out of you slowly, watching every reaction of yours. He's teasing you, smirking as you consistently moan and curse for him. Your hearts race, breathing so heavily it's borderline hyperventilating. You've never been this easily revved up before, especially given how experienced you are. But Eddie's much different, you're genuinely attracted to him as more than just a casual fuck in the woods. "Should I go faster? Or add another one?" He asks expectantly.

"Another, please." You almost whine at him, scoffing mentally at your tone. You don't whine, at least, not usually. He's truly having an almost supernatural effect on you. His smirk grows wider, pushing another finger inside you. Your moans get louder, and he takes that as a signal to speed up. "Shit, you're really good at this." You praise him lustfully, laying your head down to focus on the sensations coursing through you.

"You're so sexy when you moan for me." He continues fingering you, laying his body over yours to kiss you as he does so. You could lay like this for hours, just enjoying the taste of his mouth and him working your asshole with his hand. Your dick is leaking precum, dripping onto your stomach. He breaks away from the kiss, his eyes blown out with hunger. "Can I be inside you now?" He stares down at you, and you nod. He carefully slides his fingers out of you, making you groan at the loss.

Eddie sits on his knees, ripping open the condom, before rolling it onto his cock. You watch him, propped up on your elbows. He pours the lube onto himself, cursing at the coldness of it. He spreads it around with his hand, and lays over you once again. He waits for you to give him the go-ahead, positioning himself outside your entrance. "I'm ready, baby. Just start slow." You put your hands on his shoulders, steadying him as his dick pushes slowly into your ass. "Oh, fuck." You call out, gripping his shoulders harder.

"Shit…you’re so tight." Eddie chokes out as he fully slides into you. He lets you get used to his size, and you nod for him to start thrusting. He keeps intense eye contact with you, looking at you almost lovingly. You both moan repeatedly as he slowly moves inside you. "Jesus, I'm not gonna last long like this, Y/N." He says, trying to remain calm. He's overwhelmed by how snug and warm your insides are, it's like nothing else on earth.

"That's okay, Eddie. I can speed myself along to cum with you." You reply breathily, taking hold of your own cock. He picks up speed, setting a steady pace. "You feel so fucking good, Eddie. You're doing so well for me." You praise him, feeling waves of pleasure washing over you. You watch Eddie's facial expressions as he fucks you, he's got sweat on his brow and he can't stop moaning your name. He's hitting just the right spot inside you, setting your insides on fire. "How does it feel, Eddie? Tell me."

"Fuckin’ unbelievable, Y/N. Like nothing I've ever felt before. You're so tight and warm. Jesus Christ, I'm so close already." He speaks absent-mindedly, in pure disbelief of how good this all is.

"I know, I'm getting there too. Try to hold it for me, keep going." You jerk yourself harder in your hand, and Eddie pounds into you even faster. "Oh, Eddie!" You cry out, bucking your hips involuntarily. Your movement tugs on him, and he groans so loud in response. You're so close to the edge, and you desperately want to come undone. "Fuck me harder, please." You beg him, and he happily grants your request.

"Oh, God. Oh, shit. Fuck, Y/N. I'm gonna cum." His words are strangled in his throat as his high overtakes him. His mouth falls agape, and his eyes squeeze shut. Eddie's cock empties into the condom, and he keeps thrusting to take you down with him.

You ferociously stroke yourself, letting your orgasm rip through you. "Fuck- shit." Is all you can manage to say as your cum spurts onto your stomach and chest. Your whole body feels like it's combusted into a million stars. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, toes curling as you ride out your high.

Eddie slows down, eventually coming to a stop. He gently pulls out of you, a groan escaping your lips as your insides clench around nothing. He disposes of the condom, and you just lay here staring dumbly at the roof of the van. "You alright, Y/N?" Eddie asks, quickly coming to your side. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He lays next to you, playfully stroking your face.

Your thoughts are clouded by what just took place, you're completely fuck-struck. It's a wonder you can string a sentence together at all. "Uh, I'm fine. You didn't hurt me, I promise." You swallow hard, trying to catch your breath. "You just-...it was really good." You chuckle in disbelief, turning your head to align with his. "You're amazing." Your eyes flick to his lips, and back to his eyes. You want to kiss him, hold him and never let go. You feel like a madman with all these thoughts swimming languidly in your mind.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N. You're the best man I've ever slept with." He says, laughing dizzily.

"I'm the only man you've ever slept with." You chuckle back, rolling your eyes at his antics.

"True. But if there ever is another, you'll be a tough act to follow." Eddie smiles at you, picking up on what you want as he lowers his mouth to dance with yours. His hand snakes behind your head to hold you closer as he bites your lower lip. You moan for him, letting his tongue slide in to tangle with your own. He's such a good kisser, it's like a second language to him. And what he's doing tells you everything you need to know. He has no intention of letting you go, he can't explain it. There's something about you that he's drawn to, and it's definitely not just your cock. You're special, and you make him feel like he's special too. "It's unlikely, though. I think I like you too much to say goodbye."

Your eyes widen at his words, surprised that you both seem to be on the same page. You grip the sides of his face with your hands, trying to telepathically communicate just how strongly you agree. "So don't." You reply quietly, briefly kissing him again. His doe eyes flutter shut when you do, and butterflies swarm around wildly in your bellies. You pull him closer to you, laying his head on your muscular chest. He nuzzles against you, putting his leg over yours to stay warm.

"I want to stay like this forever, Y/N." Eddie blurts out, his fingers dancing on your bicep. His tone is blissful, if not twinged with slight sadness at his realization of how unreasonable that request is.

"We can certainly try, Eddie." Your arms hold him closer, wishing for this moment to last for eternity.

The End.

[archangeldyke-all]

this with blue collar butch!Sevika 🥹👁️👁️

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this is too fucking cute i know i've already done like two stories about this exact same thing but idc it's SO SWEET

men and minors dni

most mornings, you wake up alone.

sevika's shifts start in the early morning, whereas yours start at a more reasonable hour. she usually sneaks out of bed and the house hours before you even begin to stir.

and then, usually when you do wake up, you're in a mad dash to leave the house on time.

this morning though, you woke up about an hour before your alarm's was meant to go off.

you groan and flop on your side, trying for a few minutes to go back to sleep, only to give up five minutes later and smack the bedside table for your phone.

you read the news, catch up on emails.

you've only got one new text-- the same text that greets you most mornings: 'good morning love. left breakfast in the fridge for you. thinking pizza for dinner tonight? xoxo 💐💍 -s'

you smile big and bright like you do every morning, then jump out of bed to the kitchen, excited to see what sevika's made for breakfast and give her your compliments over text.

only, as you run into the kitchen, your eyes catch on sevika's lunch pail and her travel coffee mug resting on the counter.

you realize now why your body so stubbornly refused to go back to bed for an hour: some subconscious part of you must've known sevika would need your rescue this morning. (sevika swears that since you've been married you've developed some kind of couple-telepathy-- both of you are always supernaturally aware of the state the other is in, without having to even see each other.)

you decide to surprise her, dressing and eating quickly, withholding your usual lovey-dovey texts to her in exchange for the real life smooches you'll soon be pressing on your wife's cheek.

you love seeing sevika at work. she looks so fucking handsome in her uniform, her co-workers adore you, and the brilliant, surprised smile you pull out of her when you drop in to check on her always gives you butterflies.

you slip in through the front door, waving at thieram where he's talking on the phone behind the front desk. he grins, gestures to the break room, and winks at you.

it looks like they're in their morning meeting, silco and vander standing at the front of the room and reading off clipboards while sevika, ran and the rest of the boys fidget in their seats.

when you peek your head in, all the heads swivel to the back of the room to gawk at you. laughter and greetings erupt, and sevika's face breaks into that glorious shy smile of hers as she leaps out of her chair and runs over to you.

"baby, what're you doin' here?" sevika asks, pulling you in for a kiss before you can respond. you giggle against her lips, then reveal her lunch and coffee to her.

"you forgot somethin'. think our weird psychic link woke me up to make sure i could get you your food before work." you tease. sevika blinks down at her lunch pail and coffee cup like you've just handed her keys to a new car. you giggle, and kiss her cheek. "breakfast was delicious by the way."

"i love you so fuckin' much." sevika whispers, blinking back up at you. you smile, and sevika shoots forward, kissing you passionately in the doorframe.

her co-workers burst into cat-calls and laughter, and silco clears his throat from the front of the room.

sevika pulls away with a bright red blush, but she doesn't take her eyes off of you as she walks backwards back toward her seat. she bumps into lock. he shoves her away, and she stumbles a bit, giggling but still staring at you as she flops back into her chair.

you blow her a kiss, wink, and let the door close.

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Back For More Sebaciel Ideas and Prompts

1. Seb shaving Ciel for the first time

2. After sebaciel’s First Time Arthur has a dream about it. Seb did not mean to send that. Arthur and Ciel run into each other and Arthur accidentally alludes to that dream, one of the details of which match something that happened in the bedroom. Ciel asks how Arthur knows about the detail and Arthur spills the beans about the demonic dreams he’s been having. Ciel has words with Seb. Things get worse for the demon when Ciel learns Lizzy had the exact same dream as Arthur. (“I apologize, bocchan, but claiming your body lead to certain… impulses.”)

3. Ciel uses something he shouldn’t have as a dildo and it gets stuck, forcing him to ask Seb for help.

4. Seb allows himself the luxury of a nap after a trying week and has a nightmare, something he didn’t think demons could experience. Ciel soothes him in the aftermath (heard Seb calling for him in his sleep)

5. Emerald witch arc canon divergence! The villagers demand Seb’s punishment after sebaciel go in the forest. Seb submits not knowing that the villagers know he’s a demon and that they have a torture method that will work. Ciel feels the punishment through the bond and snaps out of his regression so he can go save his demon.

6. Modern AU Rich Bitch!Ciel tries his best to not ogle his hot new pool boy!Seb, which is very difficult to do. Perhaps because Seb is doing everything in his power to get his cute new employer to notice him.

7. Cabin boy!Ciel saving captured siren!Seb from death at the hands of his crew mates and helping him escape. Seb returns the favor when Ciel’s crew mates discover what he did and try to kill him. Seb spirits Ciel away to his hidden grotto where they quickly find themselves attracted to one another. They mate and discover that humans and sirens are compatible when Seb feels something growing inside him.

8. Ciel accidentally falls into a fairy ring and is taken by the wild hunt. Cue Ciel answering riddles and dealing with tricks (they’re impressed with Ciel) while Seb navigates the wild magic (they are not impressed with Seb) of the fair folk to get his master back (only to end up needing saving by said master).

9. A potential business partner attempts to poison Ciel with deadly mushrooms, which is avoided by Seb doing a taste test first. While the mushrooms don’t kill Seb they do leave him as high as a kite. Ciel has some fun with it.

10. Sexy divorce attorney!Seb finds himself with a crush on his client!Ciel who is amicably divorcing his wife, Lizzy, after they come to the conclusion that they’re both gay.

Bonus!

11. Seb falls unconscious and won’t wake up. Ciel enters Seb’s mind palace to find him.

[milaisreading]

That time Yn met the Chevalier family

🌱🩷: Yeah... so this happened...

Warnings: Reader uses a mix of she/her and he/him since she is crossdressing. The characters are aged up here a little. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

(Y/n) was exhausted from all the practices and games, so she had decided to take a break from practice and was given 2 weeks off to recharge her battery. Of course, she decided to travel for one week, and the other week she wanted to be back in Madrid to just sleep and go for walks. Somehow, Charles had found out about her plans and talked her ear off to come to France, where (Y/n) was at the current moment. And, although she was skeptical at first when Charles said he will be her guide, she came to like this arrangement. The boy knew his way around Lorient and took her to some interesting places to see. All in all, Charles was a lot more relaxing to be around and he grew a lot since the time she first met him.

On her last stay in Lorient, Charles had a brilliant idea about one final activity they could do.

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"What?" (Y/n) blinked at the grinning French player. The duo sat in a small café, surrounded by a few locals who went on about their day, but (Y/n) ended up tuning them out as she processed the player's words.

'He wants me to meet... his family? But why me? It would make more sense if he asked that from Shidou, or Loki, they are close and teammates.'

"Please! You will love them!" Charles said again, sounding more desperate now than he previously was.

"But, why me? It would make more sense if you asked one of your teammates." (Y/n) argued.

"No! I like you and I want you to meet them! They heard so much about you and want to have you ever for dinner."

(Y/n) was left speechless for a while. They heard so much about her?

'I don't take many interviews. So how?'

"What do you mean by heard a lot about me? I barely even talk to the camera." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow as Charles grinned even wider.

"I told them about you!"

"Ah... Makes sense, then. But still, it's weird that you want me there." She argued again.

"You are nice to me, and I respect you as a player..and I... Never mind." Charles shook his head and looked back at (Y/n).

"Please! If you don't have time to visit Paris with me, you can have time for this. Mom is already preparing dinner for tonight."

"You said I will be there?" She asked in disbelief as Charles chuckled and nodded his head.

"Alright... what's the worst that can happen." She finally agreed, smiling when she saw Charles cheer in his seat.

That night, (Y/n) nervously fidgeted with the gifts she bought to the family as a small thank you for the dinner. Right as Charles opened the door for her, she was greeted by his parents, who were just as cheerful as Charles was.

"It's so nice to finally meet you! Please, come inside." The woman said as (Y/n) smiled greatfully.

"Thank you for welcoming me here. And thank you for the dinner." She bowed, handing her the presents later on.

"This is for you, Chevalier-san. Thank you again."

"There was no need, any friend from Charles is always welcome here."

"No need to be so formal around us, kid. Let's go to the living room now, I would like to hear some of your stories as a Re Al player." Charles' dad smiled and (Y/n) silently nodded her head, following after him while Charles and his mom stayed behind.

"He is so polite, honey." The woman said, nudging the boy. Charles smiled proudly and nodded his head.

"He is the best, you will see."

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend..." The woman muttered, causing the boy to look af her in confusion.

"Why?"

"Joana and him are around the same age, they would look cute together."

Charles froze at those words and looked at his mom like two heads grew on her.

"Big sis? No way, she isn't his type!"

"And how do you know that?" The woman raised an eyebrow as Charles shrugged.

"I just know."

'(Y/n) is definitely gay. There is no way he is into women...'

With that, Charles left his mom's side to follow his dad and (Y/n) to the living room.

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'Just how many siblings does he have?!' (Y/n) thought in shock as a little girl and boy tugged on her sleeves, while another girl kept saying some odd things to him.

"Are interested in urban legends? I read a lot of those Japanese ones. Is it true a woman at night will kill you if you say she isn't pretty." The girl with strawberry blonde hair asked in excitement, creeping (Y/n) out a little.

"Uhmm... I am unfamiliar with that one-"

"That's ok! I have more questions to ask, anyway."

"Great." (Y/n) forcefully smiled.

'Just how old is this kid?'

"What's it like playing for the pro league?! I bet it's exciting!!"

(Y/n) looked down at the boy, relaxing a little at that question.

"It's definitely a good time. Playing with and against great players like Luna-san and your brother. Do you plan on being a pro?"

"Mhm! I am already enrolled into a local club, and-"

"Can I please braid your hair?!" The other girl interrupted her brother, pulling on (Y/n)'s sleeve a few times.

"Yeah, sure." She nodded her head and looked back at the pouting boy.

"You said you are in a local club?"

The little boy perked up at the attention he was getting again, but before he could say anything, two new voices spoke up behind (Y/n).

"Can I get a picture with you?! You and Blue lock are quite popular among my peers in uni."

(Y/n) looked back to find a blonde girl, around her age, smiling excitedly while holding her phone up.

"Uhm... yeah, sure-"

"And an autograph for me! I got the new jersey of you that Re Al recently released." The older blonde guy said, pointing at the shirt.

"Yeah..." She numbly nodded her head.

'How many kids do these people have?!'

(Y/n) gulped as the girl from before started speaking about some random urban legend again, until Charles walked in and interrupted her.

"Ok! Don't overwhelm him so much! Come here." Charles said as he pulled (Y/n) away and behind him, glaring at the 5 siblings as (Y/n) tried to recollect herself.

'So many people...'

"Charles, don't be so mean. They just want to get to know your friend."

The father scolded the French player, who looked at him in disbelief.

"Look how nervous he is." He argued, pointing at the girl.

"Uhm..."

'Why did you put me on the spotlight, Charles?!' (Y/n) groaned as his father spoke up.

"Now, now. Kids, don't overwhelm him, and Charles, behave. They are just excited to meet him."

The player sighed in annoyance as (Y/n) looked between Charles and his brothers.

'Well... they might be somewhat different from each other, all 6 of them get easily excited.' She held back a laugh as the younger siblings approached her again.

_____

Charles loved his family, he really did. They were his main supporters and always made his worst days the best ones, but he can't deny that he was jealous at times. Specifically jealous of his siblings. There were times back in his childhood when they would steal their parents' attention from him. Charles especially felt that after his younger siblings were born. Although he understood it, he still felt mad about it, and he promised to himself that he would never feel like that again. But, now Charles sat in his living room, feeling the same anger and jealousy he felt years ago as he watched (Y/n) interact with everyone except for him. Every time he would speak to her, one of his siblings would interject and force her to focus on them, making Charles want to rip his hair out.

'This is stupid. Why did I even want this?! What if he starts liking them more and would rather hang out with them when he visits France?! Or worse, what if he falls for my sister?!'

Charles forced a smile as he watched (Y/n) speak with his older brother and said sister.

'There is no way he will like her... right? I am pretty sure he is gay, or at the very least my sister isn't his type.' The French player gulped silently, feeling uneasy at their closeness.

'Why do I even care so much? At the end of the day I probably annoy him, but he us one of the few people who solely focus on me when we talk.'

Charles shook his and continued to silently look at them, trying to ignore the whirlwind of feelings he was having.

But, his troubled state didn't go unnoticed by his mom and (Y/n). During dinner (Y/n) would try to make some conversation starters, but would just get very short answers before one of the siblings or oblivious dad would speak to her. It was so weird to (Y/n), but she decided to not say anything for now.

'I don't want to ruin the dinner for everyone. But it's so strange... He was so cheerful prior to bringing me here.' She hummed.

"How much do you practice during the day?"

The younger brother suddenly asked.

"Oh... We usually practice for 12 to 14 hours, depending on what our coach thinks it's the best and where we are during the season. Uhm... on my days off I sometimes practice for 3 hours alone." (Y/n) answered as the boy nodded while she was talking.

"I heard Japan has its own goth culture. What's it like?" The other younger girl asked.

"That's true, I heard sonin school at least. But, I am not much familiar with it-"

"Charles, can you come and help me with the cake cutting?"

(Y/n) interrupted herself as she heard his mother speak up, watching as the player nodded his head and got up from his chair to follow after her. (Y/n) waited a little before excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

"Do you need help to get around the house? I can come with you." The older sister offered, but (Y/n) quickly shook her head in protest, assuring her she will be fine.

'They can be quite over bearing...' She thought while taking in a few deep breaths.

'What's up with you, Charles?' She hummed and decided to quietly go to the kitchen and ask Charles to speak with him.

"That's quite childish of you, Charles. They just want to be friends with him. Don't forget, your younger brother is a fan of (Y/n)."

The girl stopped near the kitchen as she hear his mom speak, and then the said player sighing in annoyance.

'Why are they talking about me?!' She wondered, deciding to stay quiet and listen in.

"I can be annoyed at least once in my life at them. And you never try to see my point of view, it's always theirs. Every time I brought someone over they acted like this, they never give them any space." Charles said back, it was weird not hearing his cheerful tone.

"They are just excited. Stop being such an immature man. You are 19."

"You always take their side, both you and dad. I can never be right. And stop telling sis that she might have a chance with him, he is uncomfortable."

"Then he should say that. He is grown as well."

(Y/n) flinched at the woman's words.

'That's true... But, I know people will be mad or upset if I do say anything they don't want to hear. And it's just not worth the headache.'

"He isn't that direct, mom. I told you before he came here that he is more reserved and doesn't like upsetting people. Also, where are those sweets I got for his visit. Finding bakeries with Japanese sweets was hard." Charles' words surprised her genuinely, not having expected him to care that much to get those things for her.

"Your brothers liked them and ate them."

"Mom!"

"Don't yell at me. Now help me with that cake. And, stop being so moody."

"As always, my siblings can do no wrong." Charles muttered, but his mom decided to ignore the comment.

(Y/n) quickly backed away from the kitchen and walked quietly back to the dining area.

'So... I am guessing he didn't have the best upbringing...' She thought to herself, for a moment getting sad before an idea popped into her head.

'Well... I do have some more vacation days left that I didn't use up...' (Y/n) thought as she quickly took her phone from her pocket.

'Let's see...'

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"Thanks again for the dinner. I really liked the stay here." (Y/n) bowed as Charles put his shoes on.

"It was nice having you around. Visit us next time you are in France." The dad offered and (Y/n) slowly nodded her head as she said goodbye to everyone.

Charles kept quiet through the whole ordeal, only saying he will come home later when they left.

The two quietly walked down the sidewalk, (Y/n) enjoyed the warm summer night as she looked around the empty road.

'Everyone is home, I guess.' She thought.

"Sorry for my siblings. They can be quite overbearing." Charles suddenly spoke up, causing (Y/n) to look back at him.

"It's fine, they weren't-"

"They were. I saw how uncomfortable you were, don't lie." Charles said, looking back at her with a weird cold look. (Y/n) shut her mouth for a moment as the younger kept looking back at her.

"It's... It's fine, you don't have to apologize for them. Say, you are going back to Paris tomorrow?"

"Yeah, my train leaves a few hours after your flight to Madrid." Charles nodded his head.

"There is no reason here for me to stay longer. So I will spend the rest of my vacation in Paris."

(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek and spoke up after a while.

"Uhm... say, you told me you wanted to visit that one new restaurant that opened in Paris a week ago."

"You remember that? Yeah, I did." The player asked in confusion as (Y/n) took her phone out.

"I reserved us a table for the day after tomorrow. I decided to stay in France a little longer so I will be going back to Paris tomorrow with you."

Charles stopped in his tracks as he read thebonline reservation she made.

'He did that for me?' The French player looked at (Y/n) for a moment before quickly hugging her.

"You are the best! Thank you! There are a few more places I want to take you to in Paris! You won't regret it!"

Charles smiled as his hug tightened. (Y/n) was meanwhile blushing from the closeness, but gave him a few pats on the back.

"Nothing worth mentioning."

[anonmousegosqueak]

So, I'm stuck in Dallas right now 🫠 My flight was supposed to be at 17:30 local time, connect to Dallas, then fly home. But instead, my flight out of OKC took off at 22:30 local time, and now I'm sitting in a hotel room in Dallas, my flight in the morning learning at 10:30 :(

I'm sitting in some writers block rn (the stress of my flight has not been helping) so I'll stick with bullet points for now.

John is the type of man that will deal with customer service and the airline staff and even the fucking janitor if it means getting a hotel room or the next available flight. Especially if it's not his fault for missing the flight or the plane is delayed.

Kyle will go with whatever he's told. Airline staff told him to call the 1-800 number, so he did that. Sure, he'll be a day later than he wanted, but he's never in much rush.

Johnny ends up in bed with the pilot. He's happy to help them relieve some stress in return for an upgrade to first class. And he even keeps their number for some 'flying classes' later.

Simon just doesn't like dealing with airports. His flight got delayed? He's renting a car and driving if he can. If it's overseas, he books the next available flight and sleeps in the airport.

Nik never flies commercial. He's got contacts on top of favours on top of friends. He's flying some ratty old plane across the country/wherever and he's loving it.

Roach has been banned from flying alone, so he'll follow whoever he's with. He got lost in the airport and ended up in the luggage storage on a plane to Russia. Nik just so happened to be in Russia at the time visiting family, so Bug Boy got an impromptu meet-the-parents.

Red is banned from flying, but I feel like they would much rather prefer the train or a boat, something they can get up and walk around in. They've probably tried telling the team to let them go alone, to go ahead and take the plane without him, but they never listen.

Kate and Laura (her wife) fly first class every time. Their flight got cancelled? They've been given a full refund of their flight and been given a room quicker than John ever was. These women are treated like queens because they're kind and respectful and terrifying.

am I projecting my problems onto them? Absolutely, they all deserve it.

- 🦴

So I'm gonna assume you aren't still stuck in Dallas, considering I've accidentally left this ask to rot in my inbox for a week now. More than a week? I don't even know anymore.

I HOPE YOU GOT HOME SAFE!! <3

Price is absolutely talking to everyone until something gets fixed. He's not rude, he's not pushy, I mean he literally has years of experience of being polite and keeping cool under pressure. He's just determined. He's probably getting back on a plane the soonest out of everyone.

Ghost once stole a car. He's not proud of it but thankfully no one found out. Why did he commit grad theft auto (wait that's a different game-)? Because his flight was delayed and he was overstimulated. You cannot tell me this man doesn't know how to hotwire a car, he just needed to get a few towns over so he could get in contact with one of Nikolai's contacts. He left about $70 (in whatever currency) behind as an apology.

Soapy boy is taking the opertunity and having a good time 😎. Piolets are probably people too! Everyone needs a little stress relief, he's just the guy. Also yes- he has turned straight men gay just for him.

Gaz is such a good boy. I wanna say him and Soap are swapped but that's probably just my favoritism speaking. He's not picky, he's not pushy. He's just polite and charming and gets a good deal. Customer service loves him and always gives him a discount, it's just part of the Gaz experience™

Roach... He's just a puppy honestly. If he's with Price? He stands behind him and looks cute, happily trotting around from person to person. Gaz? Turns the cuteness up to 11 and no one can resist giving the pair a nice hotel. Soap? The pilots room is big enough for three~ He also has Nik on speedial whenever he travels, often needing someone to pick him up from whatever forest or city or ocean he got lost in.

Speaking of Nikolai- I already said he hates flying. Now if something were to go wrong? Well that just proves him right, never should have trusted the commercial airline. It's fine, he has someone he can call up, but he's still muttering to himself the whole time. Nothing but shitty aircrafts held together with duct-tape and hope and flown by someone who doesn't have a legal license for him!

Laswell and Sara are vip. Y'know how first class people never get their luggage lost? Yeah, that's them. They're important passengers, only the best experience for them.

Red often gets teased (by Soap) about being a "stereotypical autistic 5 year old boy". Why? Because I am BECAUSE THEY LIKE TRAINS. They think it's neat! They wanna look out the window and see the world go past, they wanna close their eyes and listen to the sounds around them. They spent most of their formative teenage years traveling on trains, it's now their favorite mode of transportation. Boats are a bit worse. They don't like boats, actually they kinda hate it, but also... What else are they supposed to do? It's fine, they're fine, they'd rather boat over airplane any day.

[zeke-fanfucs]

Okay so- I have the BVZ School AU request! It's Karmor×Hipswitch themed(THE GAYS).

Basically: the school decides to host a road trip for a week to one of those cabin in the woods type thing, y'know? One where there's places and rooms for the students to sleep in and usually some lighthearted activities as well.

SO! The gang goes on the road trip, and once they arrive there they realize that each will have to share a room with another student(y'know, so every fits-). And Hipswitch and Karmor end up getting paired up together, but the problem is...there's only ONE BED.

At first, both agree to make a little pillow fort at the center of the bed to separate each other so they don't get uncomfortable <- aka Hipswitch doesn't want to make Karmor uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Albus, Mahatma and probably Attila all try to give Hipswitch hints that Karmor likes him(since Karmor doesn't have the balls to do it himself-).

Eventually, through signs, Hipswitch finally realizes that maybe his friends aren't fucking around with him. So, during the day before their departure from the trip, an event takes place in the cottage, something equivalent to a high school prom almost-

Hipswitch attempts to try and get a confession out of the mute by constantly teasing him and playing with him, but instead Karmor bolts out of there out of pure embarrassment. Hipswitch starts to think that maybe Karmor doesn't really like him back after all...but Mahatma manages to convince him to go after his man! So, in their dorm, he decides to take it slow this time instead of teasing Karmor, and eventually he does confess that he has a crush on the older one.

Then they make out(NO JOKE, I want them to kiss, doesn't need to lead into something spicy, just a make out session) and live happily ever after :3

Sorry if it's a bit long, I thought a lot about this "ówò)

YES. I’ve got you. Here’s your slow-burn, kiss-at-the-end, teasing-to-confession BVZ School AU fanfic featuring our boys:

I hope you like your meal ! 🍽️

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Title: “One Bed, One Brain Cell”

The cabin was cute in that “this-was-probably-haunted-during-the-1800s” kind of way. Wooden walls. Cold floorboards. The sound of overly enthusiastic classmates yelling outside as they claimed beds and argued over who got top bunk.

Hipswitch slung his bag onto the floor and eyed the room.

One bed.

One singular, twin-sized, very-cozy bed.

“…Partner, we’re doomed.”

Kamor stood in the doorway, holding his duffle like a shield. He looked at the bed. Then at Hipswitch. Then back at the bed. His face was unreadable—except for the slight twitch in his brow and the way his ears were pink.

Hipswitch rubbed the back of his neck. “We could, uh—do the whole pillow barrier thing? Like a fort. Like Switzerland. Neutral zone in the middle. Unless you wanna take the floor. I’ll take the floor. You’ll probably sleep prettier.”

Kamor just shook his head quickly, signing: ‘Pillow wall is fine.’

And so it began: the slow, awkward, utterly tense descent into mutual pining hell.

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Day 2.

Albus: “You realize he likes you, right?”

Hipswitch: “He barely looks me in the eye, Albus.”

Mahatma: “That’s because he’s in love with you and full of shame. Like a Victorian maiden.”

Attila: “He literally made you a playlist for the bus ride and stared at you the whole time. You dense bitch.”

Hipswitch: “I thought he was zoning out.”

Attila: “Zoning out while mouthing the lyrics to ‘Take On Me’ while you slept on his shoulder???”

Hipswitch: “…okay I’m starting to get it now.”

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The Final Night: School Dance

The old lodge was dressed up with cheap streamers and even cheaper punch. Hipswitch wore a suit jacket over his usual hoodie, hair actually brushed for once. Kamor was in a soft blue sweater and jeans, looking like every indie dream boy ever.

Hipswitch found him by the punch bowl and leaned in. “You look good enough to kiss, partner.”

Kamor’s eyes went wide. Then he turned and bolted, his sweater catching slightly on a folding chair as he vanished into the woods like a startled deer.

“…Right,” Hipswitch muttered. “Cool. I’m the asshole now.”

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Back at the Room

Hipswitch sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

“I blew it. Shoulda kept it cool. Shouldn’t have flirted. I’m not even good at it. I’m like if a golden retriever tried to be smooth.”

Mahatma stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “He ran because he panicked, not because he hates you.”

“Doesn’t mean he wants me.”

“Then go ask him.”

A pause.

“…Yeah. Yeah, alright.”

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Later that night

Kamor was curled up on the bed, hoodie over his head, knees drawn up, earbuds in. Hipswitch sat beside him, gently nudging his leg. Kamor looked over, hesitantly.

“Hey,” Hipswitch said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Kamor sat up slowly, taking out one earbud.

“I was just… trying to see if maybe I wasn’t totally imagining this thing between us.” He paused. “But I can’t keep teasing if it makes you wanna vanish.”

Kamor stared at him.

Then, slowly, shakily, he reached for Hipswitch’s hand and signed with trembling fingers:

‘You weren’t imagining it.’

Hipswitch’s heart jumped.

“Oh.”

Kamor’s face was flushed—he looked like he was about to pass out from sheer emotional effort.

So Hipswitch didn’t say anything else.

He just leaned in. Gently, softly. Let Kamor meet him halfway.

Their lips touched—tentative at first. Testing the waters. Then again, deeper. Kamor’s hand slipped into Hipswitch’s hoodie, curling around his shirt, and Hipswitch held him like he was afraid he’d disappear again.

The kiss turned slower. Warmer.

When they finally pulled away, Kamor looked dazed.

Hipswitch grinned like a man who’d won the lottery and survived a crash landing. “You got a nice mouth for a guy who doesn’t talk.”

Kamor rolled his eyes, signed ‘Shut up’, and kissed him again.

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They fell asleep that night in the same bed, the pillow wall long forgotten.

[welcometothejianghu]

Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 大理寺少卿游/White Cat Legend.

White Cat Legend is the 2024 live-action adaptation of a funny historical manhua about a country bumpkin who winds up working with a bunch of mystery-solving officials led by a beautiful boss whose tragic past means no one can know he's also a kitty.

This is one of those cases where television comes in to adapt something that has both unfilmable elements and a very non-cinematic storyline that hasn't even been finished yet, and as such mostly just takes the characters and the basic conceit, then creates an entire vaguely nonsensical 36-episode AU fanfic of it. To call this show tonally inconsistent would be an insult to shows that are only merely tonally inconsistent. It is full-on tonal whiplash, the kind you should go see a doctor about. This shit is all over the place. It has arcs and situations that are genuinely emotionally moving, and then smash cut! to wacky nonsense happening with the B-plot. It does not know if it wants to tell a Serious Story or just have bonkers antics, and it will deal with this indecision by doing both at once.

So if you're in the mood for something fun with charming characters that won't tax your brain parts, let me give you five reasons this could be exactly the junk food you're looking for.

1. Just a family of all boys

If you're looking for a show rife with female characters, go watch Legend of Fei or Story of Yanxi Palace. Over here, it's Boys' Night Out.

The show is set in the Court of Judicial Review, which solves crimes. The boy in charge of all of them is Li Bing, who is secretly also a cat for reasons he doesn't understand. He picks up naive yokel and total sweeheart Chen Shi and brings him back to work with the Court's current occupants: a sad-eyed scribe with catastrophically bad luck, a former soldier who wishes he'd been born recently enough to be into Crossfit, a generic "foreigner" whose superpowers are spending his parents' money and pronouncing things badly, and the 8th-century Chinese equivalent of a mediocre white man.

And I'm going to tell you right now, up front, above the cut, that these boys' character interactions are the #1 reason to watch this show. You watch it because you like to see them bounce off one another like the unsupervised toddlers they are. They all love and care for one another in the best ways they know how, which sometimes aren't very effective, but darn it, they're trying!

What's especially cute is how they're so touchy with one another -- and not in any kind of sexual or creepy way, but in a sincerely affectionate bro way. There's lots of hugging and supportive arms around waists. Sometimes when they get scared, they hold hands. They grip one another when walking across unsteady ground or climbing over walls to break into yet another house. There's never any gay panic or no-homo reassurances. It hits that sweet spot right between brothers and boyfriends, where you can read their interactions as fraternal and/or romantic as you like (see below).

I mean, who needs a plot when you have half a dozen charming boys canonically working, eating, and sleeping side by side? That, my friends, is quality television.

2. Jam-packed with goofball nonsense

White Cat Legend is a show that will make you laugh out loud, and mostly even on purpose.

About 2/3 of this show is silly, and the other 1/3 is trying so hard to be emotionally resonant. But you know what? Screw emotional resonance for the moment -- let's embrace the antics!

There's a lot of silliness happening even at the production level. The show also starts out doing some very cute visual things, like breaking shots into multiple "panels" that give everything a real comic feel. It's especially effective during fight scenes and other visually confusing setups. ...And then about 1/4 of the way in, it forgets about this gimmick and stops almost completely. This is a shame, because I liked it! I liked that VFX tomfoolery that paid homage to the story's webcomic roots! (Also, someone behind the camera clearly got told that the way to make a scene more visually interesting is to slowly pan in during every shot. Once you notice it, you can't unsee it.)

The main villain is ... well, he's a lot. He's just a whole lot. I'd call him Evil Garfield, except Garfield is already kind of Evil Garfield, so this guy's Eviler Garfield. He's not chewing the scenery, but is instead treating it like a cat with a vendetta against some drapes. He's just hilariously over the top at all times. It starts out vaguely entertaining, then gets annoying, then wraps right back around to entertaining again.

Also, his wig is terrible -- and it's not even the worst wig in the show! White Cat Legend has decided that the way you style foreigner NPCs is just to jam unbrushed women's wigs on extras' heads and call it a day. There are indeed a lot of foreigners in the show, and the show has chosen to handle them by assuming everything beyond the borders of 6th-century Chinese territory is a great undifferentiated vaguely Persian-flavored mass. Who's that shady-looking guy? Oh, he's Foreign. What country is he from? A Foreign one. What language does he speak? You know, Foreign.

You are not ready for the score. This is a show that spent its entire musical budget on a handful of middling pop songs, realized it still needed ~40 minutes of music to put in each episode, and decided that it could just pull things at semi-random from whatever the Chinese television equivalent of the YouTube royalty-free sound library is. The result is some laugh-out-loud hilarious soundtracking. Do you know why they usually pay people to do things like score television shows? It's because when you don't, it sounds like this.

True story: During one antics-filled scene, I frowned, listened a second, and asked my wife, "Is that ... 'Deck the Halls'?" It was!

The mysteries are -- and I'm quoting myself here -- the celery that gets the cute boy peanut butter to your mouth. Not only can you, the viewer, not solve them, I don't actually remember what most of the resolutions were. Hell, I barely remember what most of the actual setups were. The individual storylines are mostly unimportant pieces of fluff that kinda sorta tie into the big mystery of the show: Why is that boy a kitty? ...And if you think you're going to be satisfied by the resolution to that one, honestly, you haven't been paying attention to what I've been saying in this post.

Basing this on absolutely nothing but vibes, here is my guess: The original vision for this series was as an ongoing thing, something that might hew a little closer to the comic storyline in later seasons. At some point in the production, the decision got made that there would be no further seasons made. The resulting drama is something that's technically self-contained, sure, but has a lot of little lingering weirdnesses that look like foreshadowing.

As just one example, the way they frame and shoot the empress is bizarre, and she might as well have a big SHE'S GOING TO TURN OUT TO BE EVIL neon sign above her head. ...Except that, no, she's fine! Perfectly fine, mostly normal empress, mostly normal levels of evil, nothing to see here. She is, however, evil as heck in the source material (and that's not a spoiler, she's a little pink thing who's clearly sinister all the way from the get-go), and I have to wonder if the showrunners weren't planning some future heel-turn villain arc for her. Well, we'll never know now, so whatever you choose to believe, the show won't contradict you on it!

Your reaction to all of this will 100% depend on how charitable you are feeling toward staring down a firehose of (mostly) intentionally slapdash shenanigans. If you go into this demanding coherence and substance, you will wind up disappointed. If you go into it expecting nothing more than a fluffy good time, you'll probably enjoy yourself tremendously -- and you'll maybe even be moved by the rare times it does work out to being something of substance! Such as...

3. We are never ever getting back together

The first thing you can tell about Qiu Qingzhi and Li Bing is that they are as divorced as two dudes in a c-drama can be. They aren't just a little divorced. They are nuclear divorced.

Except -- and this is the juicy part -- they obviously still work really well together. If it's just the two of them head-to-head, they will be assholes to one another with no mercy. If circumstances change and they have a shared target, God help that shared target.

The unspoilery version of their backstory goes like this: They were adorable little tween besties who grew up into adorable little teen besties, until Qiu Qingzhi went off to join the army and came back a real cold bitch, and Li Bing has no idea why. Now the two of them control state agencies that should work together but actually wind up competing more often than not (think the FBI and the CIA), a competition not helped by how the Jinwu Guards (Qiu Qingzhi's group) are actual professional soldiers in very nice armor, while the Court of Judicial Review is, well, [gestures to points 1 and 2].

And yeah, baby, this right here is The Ship.

I spent a nonzero amount of time while watching this series laughing out loud because Wei Zheming's face is just too beautiful to be believed. With his sculpted jaw and his perfectly practiced looks of disdain, his Qiu Qingzhi looks like a damn Disney prince. His face could not be more perfect if you'd assigned a team of animators to draw it. This actor is the reason I found this show in the first place -- he was so beautiful in Word of Honor that I found myself wondering what else he might be getting up to. Turns out, he is again being a smug bitch and capturing the heart of a doe-eyed younger man.

Don't let me oversell how much these two are together in the show, because they're not. Qiu Qingzhi is not part of the main crew, so he's not in most of the episodes. Most of his screentime comes in flashbacks during the last story arc, to a time in his past when Li Bing wasn't even around. But when they're together, oh, the sparks do fly.

I think it helps that the actors seem to have understood the ship, even if in that video, Ding Yuxi (Li Bing's actor) is trying so hard to do the Please Do Not Cancel Us dance of plausible deniability. I honestly don't even think this is the show's doing; after all, the source material (see the section near the end) is not BL in the slightest. I'd believe the show meant to create a normal platonic bro-relationship between these two. I'd even believe that it thinks it succeeded.

Still, if you're not the biggest fan of Lovers To Enemies? That's fine! Here's the relationship that's the real core of the show:

4. Here comes a special boy

All the boys of the family of all boys are special and wonderful, but truly, Chen Shi is the specialest and wonderfulest of them all.

He is your everyman character, the little country bumpkin overwhelmed by all the big-city dealings he's stumbled into. With his cute little twang and his natural inclination to trust everyone he meets, he's the perfect cinnamon roll, too good, too pure. I want to pinch his angelic little cheeks.

Fun fact: I have been informed by someone who speaks with the same dialect he does that said dialect is very sweary, which brings to mind the wonderful image of Chen Shi just casually and sweetly dropping f-bombs while everyone else stares in shock.

In a show where the characters are way more important than the plot, having a good POV character is key. Your audience lives or dies entirely on how much they want to see that POV character put into situations. To me, Chen Shi is a rousing success at this. He's not stupid! He's just extremely sheltered and on his own for the first time in his ife. He's the bravest little toaster, the goodest boy who's not going to let the little things stop him -- like, say, illiteracy, or a lack of familiarity with city living, or an inability to give any substantial details about the brother he's looking for beyond 'he looks just like me.' That's why he's got his friends help him out!

You better believe that when it comes time to save the day, Chen Shi will do it through the power of how everyone loves him.

And he and the kitty are ... romance? Kind of romance? Romance-adjacent? I could burn even more wordcount explaining the dynamic, but @uovoc has already said it best:

cdrama Li Bing is like: I've taken an inexplicable liking to this simple country boy so I'm going to entrust him with my life's greatest secret because I'm whimsical like that. And cdrama Chen Shi is like: this man is the most beautiful cat I've ever seen.

No matter how romantically you slice it, it's a dynamic I absolutely love: where a guy weighed down by his own past meets another guy who could not care less about that. Chen Shi is Li Bing's chance to figure out who Li Bing is, without the burdens of his family history, connections to the court, job, status, or any of the other things everyone else sees when they look at him. Chen Shi looks at Li Bing and sees Li Bing, whiskers and all.

I mean, Chen Shi makes Li Bing an entire office full of human-sized cat toys. If that's not love, I don't know what is.

And if you're not into besties-to-worsties or the pure and purrfect love between a man and his cat who is also a man? That's okay! I've helpfully made a chart to demonstrate the many flavors of exciting relationship dynamics White Cat Legend makes available to you:

Imagine the possibilities! Make your own fun! And then get over to AO3 and share it with the rest of the class! The White Cat Legend tag is sparsely populated and mostly not in English, and that's a shame, because there's so much smooching potential.

5. Not as dumb as it looks

Wow, that's kind of a backhanded compliment, isn't it? Well, no, not actually. You saw my earlier points about what a bag of goofs this show is. What's easy to miss, though, is how unexpectedly clever a whole lot of its dumbassery is.

A lot of this, I'm going to chalk up to the actors, who on the whole turn in some comedic performances way better than they have any right to be. That's the thing about comedy: to do stupid well, you have to be smart. They're all very funny, and they've got some great chemistry in combinations and permutations. It's a testament to their abilities that you can take any two of them, give them a scene together, and get something worth watching out of it.

Of course most of this is the main boys, but the major supporting characters largely have the same clever sense of comedic timing. Their actors know they're not performing some great work of literature, so they've decided to have some fun with it. I'm not going to praise anyone's performance here as particularly great, but by and large, the recurring cast members are doing solid work.

The aforementioned goofball nonsense also does a fair job of distracting from how creative the show can be. For example, the fact that many of the fights and chases are comedic makes it easy to miss how the fight choreography is often really tight. I don't think the show is trying to hide its moments of cleverness, so much as it's just grabbing them where it can without drawing attention to them.

I know a lot of people gave up on this show only a few episodes in, and I suspect I know why. It's not even that it just takes a while to find its footing -- it never quite finds its footing, on account of being such a patchwork creation. It's an adaptation of an incomplete story, forced to make changes because of budgetary limitations, promising things it's not allowed to deliver on, and further cut down between filming and release. That's what you call having the deck stacked against you. The fact that the final product is not only watchable but downright enjoyable is a testament to how the production got some critical fundamentals right.

In short, it's not just dumb fun -- though it is a lot of dumb fun. But it's dumb fun with just enough to sink your teeth into that it eventually becomes a compelling ratio. I don't blame the people who bailed, but I'm glad I stuck with it.

bonus: It comes in other flavors!

If you like the series and you want more, you're in luck! There's a whole ongoing comic and animated series!

The comic is the original version of the story: a tall vertical webcomic with a cute, distinctive style. It's still being published, and it's very different from the drama. There's a great ongoing translation project at @whitecatlegend, so if your Mandarin skills are as bad as mine (or worse!), you can follow along in English as well!

The donghua is a pretty close adaptation of several parts of the comic. You can find the whole first season at this YouTube playlist, though please note that the playlist is out of order, so you don't accidentally start with episode 8. The translation is ... eh, it's a little rough in places, to put it charitably, but it also makes some charming localization decisions, so I'm all for it. Oh, and here's the second season! It's even prettier and better-translated than the first!

Also, hey, furries? Li Bing's a perma-kitty in both of those versions of the story, so have fun with that.

The drama's casting is spot-on. Whoever picked these boys went out of their way to keep the original artistic vibe as much as possible, to the point where if you'd told me the drama had come first and then someone had drawn a comic starting from the actors' likenesses, I would've believed you.

(And yes, if you've read it, Qiu Qingzhi and Lai Zhongshu aren't technically Qiu Shenji and Lai Junchen, but I'm declaring them close enough for the purposes of this demonstration.)

I have heard that some fans of the comic are unhappy about the live-action adaptation, and I get that, I do -- they are not the same thing. There are plenty of things the drama leaves out where, okay, I understand why that person/event/factor got cut, but at the same time, dammit. In the end, I like them both as very different stories featuring the same(-ish) characters. Still, the drama is definitely not one of those situations where you get to tune in to watch the same things you loved on the page, just in a different medium. The delightfully accurate casting is about where the similarities end. Everything beyond that is its own legend.

Kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty?

The drama's an iQiyi exclusive, so that's where you'll get it.

It's a fun show, not a perfect show. It has some captivating elements and lots of promising nonsense worth thinking about. And like I said, it's a tiny-ass fandom -- a paltry 277 works on AO3, a mere 44 of which are in English. Somebody get in there and make some combination of those boys kiss!

Also, it is criminal that Kitty Li Bing has fabulous red eyeliner that Person Li Bing does not get to wear. Call makeup and fix that.

[sirwadewilsonfromimgur]

Deadpool and Wolverine: KCAU

Mini/ short

Logan and Wade are in bed... cuddled as is their tradition at this point when Wade wakes up and sits up.

Wolvy, I just had the weirdest dream...

<groggily> What... was it one of the bad ones...

No!... no.. But Dopinder was dating king George the 3rd... they actually seemed really happy in a rom-com sort of way...

Wow... you really do think everyone is gay... you need to stay off that Tumblr website before bed.

*yawning* everyone is gay... It's canon...

Whatever, bub... let's go back to sleep. It's 4am

Author: Karan Soni (Dopinder) and Jonathan Groff (king George in Hamilton) are indeed set to appear in a rom-com and it looks cute as fuck but damn if it don't seem like a deadpool tumblr dream.

The film is called "A Nice Indian Boy"

[evianlovesblue]

Scott Pilgrim is (bi-curiously) Confused

(scollace smut one shot)

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i'm totally new to posting things on here so if i did it wrong. oh well

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scott pilgrim is (bi-curiously) confused

It's been a little while since Scott has been with someone, since Envy. naturally, that means Scott hasn't gotten laid. This has become a problem.

The time is exactly 11:43 pm. Scott Pilgrim and his cool gay roommate Wallace are lying side by side on their ratty shared futon. The only thing going through Scott's mind at the moment is how hot Wallace has seemed recently. Why can't he stop thinking about him? Scott's not gay. At least, he doesn't think he is. "This must be because i'm too pent up. I haven't had sex in a long enough time." Scott decides. As he continues to think about doing dirty things under the sheets with Wallace, which in his mind is So Not Totally Not Gay, Wallace groans.

"Scott, I can tell you're still awake, you don't fall asleep on your back. what is it, guy?" Wallace mumbles into his pillow, eyes still shut. Wallace doesn't actually expect to get an answer, so he tries to go back to sleep. Minutes of silence go by until Scott sighs,

"Wallace, what's it like to have sex with a guy?"

"...Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you thinking about gay sex."

"Just... thoughts."

Wallace sits up and turns to look at Scott, who's got his right arm across his eyes, flushed from the embarrassment of this conversation.

"What do you want to know?" Wallace questions, eyeing Scott's demeanor.

"Ummm, I don't know, does it... feel good?"

"People wouldn't have it if it didn't feel good, guy."

"Right, right..."

"Why are you asking?" Wallace says with a hint of a flirty attitude.

"Dunno... just.. curious."

"Mhm." Wallace hums in response, raising a brow. An idea crosses Wallace's mind, but he decides not.

"Wallace?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we, ummm..." Scott stutters, feeling a heat in his crotch from his lewd thoughts.

"Spit it out, Scott."

"Um, okay.. so could you... I don't know.. uhmmmm, could you maybe kiss m-"

Wallace cut his sentence off by pressing his lips against Scott's, biting slightly on his lower lip. Scott immediately pushes back into the kiss, slipping his tongue into Wallace's mouth. Short, muffled moans come from behind Scott's lips as he runs his hands through Wallace's hair. Wallace pulls back from the kiss to look at Scott.

"How far do you want this to go?"

"Umm, like. the farthest?"

"You want to have sex with me?" Scott feels his cock twitch at Wallace's words.

"Maybe.." Scott mutters, looking away. Wallace gets up to straddle Scott, pinning his hands above his head to the futon.

"Tell me if i need to stop, okay guy?"

"..M-mhm.." Scott hums back, embarrassed but aroused by the position they are in. Wallace leans down to Scott's neck, kissing and sucking on his sensitive spots. Scott starts to whimper at this, unable to cover his face from his hands being pinned above his head.

"You make some pretty cute noises, Scottie." Wallace whispers in his ear, smirking. Scott blushes hard from Wallace's words, starting to get really turned on. Wallace continues to suck on Scott's neck until he feels something hard against his ass.

"Are you hard?" Wallace questions, the side of his mouth crooking into a smirk.

"Uh, no." Scott lies.

"Sure, guy." Wallace moves down to unbutton Scott's pants and pulls down his boxers. To his surprise, he was met with 7 inches, completely shaved with a glistening pink tip, leaking precum already.

"P-please, I need you Wallace..." Scott manages to mumble, flipping a switch inside of Wallace. He wipes the precum from Scott's tip all over his hands and starts to stroke him while giving the tip kitten licks.

"F-fuck Wallace.." Scott moans, whimpering at each movement he makes.

"Be a good boy and don't cum until i say so, alright Scottie?" Wallace says in a seductive voice. Scott nods his head shyly. Whimpers and moans fill the room of their apartment, mainly coming from Scott.

"'m gonna get lube" Wallace says as he gets up. Scott whines brattily for being left on the futon.

"You sure you wanna do this, guy?" Wallace questions, and Scott gives him a look of approval. He puts lube on two of his fingers, massaging them onto Scott's ass. Scott whimpers from the foreign feeling as Wallace pushes his fingers in.

"Mmmphh.. Wallace..-" Scott moans as Wallace scissors him.

"You ready?"

"..Yes."

Wallace lines the tip of his cock up to Scott's ass and slowly pushes it in.

"A-ah.. Wallace this hurts."

"That's because you're so tight, guy."

"Whatever.."

"I'm gonna start moving now, okay?"

"...Be gentle."

"I will, Scottie."

Wallace starts moving slowly in and out, breathing steadily. as he starts to pick up the pace, Scott starts to whimper, mumbling "Wallace, Wallace" over and over.

"Y-you're right this f-feels so... so good.~" Scott moans as Wallace thrusts in and out of him.

"G-good boy Scott,." Wallace huffs, moaning every time he pushes back into Scott.

"Say it.. say it again.." Scott whines, close to his climax.

"You're such a g- good boy Scottie." Wallace pants, movements becoming sloppier as he reaches his limit.

"F-fuck oh my god.~" Scott moans out. Wallace bites his lip hard, stifling a moan. The two of them both sprawl out on the futon, breathing heavily.

"Wallace?"

"Yeah Scott?"

"Am I gay now?"

"I think this just makes you bisexual Scott."

"There's more than two options?!"

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!

The crack post saga continues... =D

Warning: long, long post 😊😅

To be very honest though, for today's ep I will be getting serious more than usual, because it was quite significant in the flow of the plot, and also had moments of communication (this emotional constipation is what makes me yearn for Cherry Magic ah) that need to be studied a little closely.

HOWEVER, there will most definitely be crack because this group of friends is (unapologetically) batshit crazy and my brain refuses to not make comments at the most inappropriate times.

Peem: NO ONE SAW ME CUDDLING MY CRUSH TO SLEEP RIGHT?!

The sheer panic in his movements, oh my gods. It should not be as hilarious as it is 😭😂

To be very honest though, I would've panicked a bit in his place too, with friends like those, they'd never let him live it down

Peem is so cute 😭

Nothing to see here, just a guy getting shy over how his prince charming hom-ed him, and they kissed through his hand and cuddled all night hehe

Phum: here he comes again :) *eye twitch*

Peem's expression, how he's still holding his hands as if he has the cup, Kluen's disbelief, and Phum's smug af face-

I'm wheezing 😭🤣

Kluen, I'm kinda starting to like you, but no.

You don't stand half a chance against them and their situationship.

Hope you find another boyfriend to fall in love at first sight with (and leave my boys alone please, they don't need any more complications) <3

Oh, Fang knows too. Of course he does, that's his little brother right there

We all know how protective of his brother he is, there's no way he'd let anybody else take care of him... unless, he knew Phum liked that person

les voila

Poor Tan, his theerak just ignoring him T-T

*looks between them* yeah, pretty much the same pic 👀

And here it is. The root of all his fears.

See, in this camp, almost all of them are paired up in the sense that they usually stick to that person. Even Beer has MIck. But then comes wild card Kluen, who's hogging all of Peem's attention as much as he can and that leaves Phum. Alone.

I will be getting back to this running motif of Phum being alone and how it changes through the ep in later scenes as well

Also, after they went back, both Mick and Beer asked if he really was okay, which made me smile, because maybe, Phum isn't as alone as he thinks himself to be. There are people who care for him, who are concerned, who'll support him, and of course, he always has Fang, his beloved phi

My poor babie Tan 🥺🥺

Also, notice how the shot is taken in such a way that they're the only ones in the frame, and are also standing within one specific part of the wall? (Ignore Kluen's head and hands please). It reflects how they're in their own world with each other, especially Tan

The nosy peeps gang strikes again!

Jokes aside, the synchronised strides, the background music together set the perfect levels of suspense and comedy

Peem, smug: yes! that emotionally constipated dumbass is finally getting out of De Nile

Pun: wait... is my plan actually working? Ah, of course it is

Toey: head empty, no thoughts, but... DOES P'Q ACTUALLY LIKE ME OMG I'LL DIE

Oh gods, FINALLY. I wish them a happily ever after. Sadhu 😌🙏🏼

Pun forgetting all about being quiet when Toey finally confesses is so on character 😭👍🏼

Also... what's even the point of being quiet? Q and Chain have been friends with these idiots since high school, of course they know they're peeking

Toey: *shooketh*

Gays in thai bl and staring off into the distance 😭

This scene was so, so beautiful and also quite important for both Q and Toey

Q knew what was up, more or less, but his confusion stemmed from his knowledge of Toey

Would Toey really go to these lengths? For him?

"Why? Are you the only one who can tease me?" <- Q says this to tell Toey that he might have been angry, but now he understands that Toey didn't really have any bad intentions

Hugs always get bonus points from me, and this was pretty up there

Pun hiding behind Chain is so on point

His friends: you're an idiot so we had no choice but to intervene 😭😭

Matt's (JJ) comedic timing is >>>>>>

Toey and Matt's friendship is also given weight in the series, and I'm happier for it.

Also revenge is sweet ehehe *coughs*

Moving on.

If there's no live singing dedicated to your One True Love, is it even Thai BL??

We Are making generous use of MSP songs 😭👍🏼

This scene.

The apology. It is at this point that they're leaving all the past pain, grief and anger in the past

Q makes sure to tell Toey that yes, he may have loved Milk Frappe Boy, but now, in the present, all his love was for Toey, his lovable annoying mentee

This apology is not only to Toey, or Milk Frappe Boy, but to himself as well, because by causing pain to a person he loves twice, he'd caused himself pain too

The perfect sweet and romantic moment, but also with a teeny bit of teasing, because that's who they are

No joke, I gasped and nearly stopped breathing when he said this

Peem's reply, his soft but kind of hurt voice were just so painful to hear

But it's also this moment that Peem gives Phum a reality check – if he really didn't want to, he wouldn't be doing any of this, and Phum had no business trying to control his life

The conversation outside with Q was significant, but also a diluted reflection of Peem's earlier (in ep. 7) talk with Q

Even a few episodes earlier, Q would have gone ballistic on Phum for treating his bestie like this, but now, he asks Peem how he feels for Phum, tries to understand exactly what their relationship is

It was at this point that he knew, he fucked up

Beer is a godsent. I love him <3

I think Toey says "I asked hia Tan to blow it up for me."

Also, Tiw and his rubber duck floater from MSP anyone? 👀

And, we are back to square one where Phum is left alone again

As I'd said before, this a repeating motif throughout the series, but especially the last two episodes

This is how it has always been in Phum's life: he has been left behind. He does have Fang, but now even Fang has a boyfriend. And while this does not affect his brother's affection towards him in anyway, it does introduce a new strand of lonliness for Phum because 1. no matter what, he loves his brother a lot, and knows how much he loves Tan, so he definitely will try to stay out of their way at least sometimes and 2. he wants a boyfriend too. Further, he wants Peem, but there's a push and pull there, and after what he said, in his mind he had pretty much ruined his chances with his crush

This is the moment Phum starts to hope that maybe, just maybe, his feelings aren't as unrequited as he'd thought.

On the other hand, Peem is the one afraid here. What if the deal is all that's holding them together? What if without it, Phum will have no reason to be as close to him?

Peem, baby, for one, your groups are already merged, and secondly, this guy is head over heels for you, no way he'd stop following you like a lost puppy

(Apparently, it's not Peem's turn with the communal braincell this week 😭)

Here, Phum is technically alone, but he's surrounded with friends, and he's smiling

He isn't left behind here, for once, he's sitting there by choice (to shamelessly ogle his crush, but shh we don't talk about that) with the comforting knowledge that when/if he jumps in, he won't be left out, Kluen be damned

Once the floodgates of affection have been opened to Q, there's no going back <3

(Also, notice how Tan is already asleep on Fang's shoulder? 👀)

FINALLY

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT SINCE PEEM KICKED PHUM'S BALLS

Jokes apart, this moment is so, so beautiful. The kiss, the soft question "are you ready for my answer now?" (maybe Peem isn't, but hell if he denies this man his kissies).

Everything leading up to this point is also so very delightful

Phum helping them out in the cafe, despite probably having never worked a day in his life, discovering how Peem still kept the roses and finally, finally, the completed painting. This sight, above all, is what convinces Phum that Peem might have feelings for him after all; because which fool would lie about not having completed something that would free them from being a slave to someone? A fool in love, that's who

ALSO,

if they don't get together and have the fluffiest moments in the next ep, I swear to god, hands will be thrown *grumbles* they're already making me wait a whole damn week

Anyways, that's all for this week, see you next ep! (I cannot promise I won't be jumping around and screaming, but then again, this is supposed to be a crack post so-)

And if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a bubble tea and a sandwich 🧋🥪

[If you'd like, here are my previous posts: Ep 8 and Ep 9.]

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

could you write a nick x ftm!reader? something like the reader sees a bunch of hate comments about him and nick comforts him? (if not that’s totally ok)

,,My Boy’’

-N.S

Synopsis: You and Nick have been dating for a long time now, and you finally agree to be in one of the boy’s videos. Nick introduces you as his boyfriend, and the viewers find out you are trans. Some don’t respond the best to this, but Nick is there to comfort you.

pairing: bf!nick sturniolo (he/him) X trans ftm!reader (he/him)

warnings: homophobia, transphobia, panic attack, gender dysphoria, body dysphoria, cyber bullying, threats, harassment, homophobic & transphobic slurs (i promise i can say them. id never EVER say a slur i couldnt!!) and i think thats all! please let me know if i missed one <3

requested?: yes!

back to: masterlist

—FIRST PERSON POV—

After Nick constantly asking me if I was positive I don’t want to finally be in one of the triplets videos, I reluctantly agree.

I have been dating nick for around eight months, and we have kept our relationship a ‘secret’, for these past eight months, and i finally agreed to be in a video.

Matt got back into the car, shutting the door behind himself. Nick smiled at me, before speaking up.

“Welcome back, everybody! Today, we have a special guest, my boyfriend, y/n!” Nick boasts. I love how he openly called me his boyfriend, but i was worried. were his fans going to find out?

Sure they would, but would they care? probably. I passed well enough to be called a male in public, but whenever people care enough, like the Sturniolos fanbase, they will look for all my socials, and they’ll know.

A million thoughts ran through my head, but they were all cleared out once I heard Nick call my name again.

“Y/n? babe? you okay?” he asked, shaking my shoulder gently.

“hm? oh- yeah. sorry. i zoned out,” i chuckled a little. “could you repeat the question?” i asked, and nick complied.

The rest of the video went by pretty smoothly, since I was occupied with thinking deeply at all the odd questions Nick was asking us, and laughing at the out of pocket jokes from matt and chris.

We recorded for about an hour more, knowing that more than half of the footage would just be cut out in editing. Matt screeched into the camera, before shutting it off, and handing it to Nick, and starting the car.

Matt drove all of us to the triplets house, since I just stayed there often with them anyways. we walked inside, and Nick and I went up to his room to edit the video.

I caught myself giggling at the stupid jokes and the annoying bickering, but I cant lie, we’re pretty funny.

“this video has to be posted today,” Nick sighed, only a little bit into the editing. “I hate it when they wont film until the ‘night’ of. It’s 2:34 AM, and the video needs to be up by 4:30..” Nick sighed.

He looked over at me, noticing i was growing increasingly more tired.

“get some sleep, baby.” Nick smiled, kissing my forehead. I complied, before crawling into his bed, falling asleep there.

I woke up again, and it just so happened to be 5:00 PM, somehow. I always sleep throughout the whole day, so i wasn’t really surprised.

I yawned, before staying in Nick’s bed, allowing myself to wake up. I checked my phone, which normally has none to five notifications, but this time, i had well over a thousand.

My eyebrows furrowed; and i quickly shot up. I scrolled through the notifs, to see comments on my old instagram and tiktok posts,

“Awe! Nick’s boyfriend is so cute!”

|_ “replying to : @— ‘boyfriend? i thought nick was gay. this is disgusting.’”

“That’s gross. She changed her name and claimed to be a boy. Fucking gross. Grow up.”

|_ “replying to : @— ‘HE is a boy. He always has been, he just realized it, and is now brave enough to show it. let him be.’”

“Thats not even a boy💀”

“Nick could’ve done so much better and actually got himself a big strong MAN.”

“shes so ugly wth.”

“Nick needs to realize that he could do so much better than her. he needs to raise his standards because what the fuck.”

“guys, her name is y/d/n, not y/n!”

Each comment broke my heart. Sure, there were a few sweet ones, supporting nick and i, but the horrible degrading ones outweigh those by a long shot.

I felt my eyes start to water as i scrolled through the comments. I didn’t want to see them, but i couldn’t stop looking.

I felt the tears start to roll down my cheeks, as i looked through the comments.

I stopped looking through comments i was tagged in, and began looking through my instagram DM’s. Fuck. These were worse.

“kill yourself you stupid fag.”

“nick doesn’t want you, tranny.”

“kill yourself before i kill you.”

“don’t corrupt nick you disgusting freak.”

“i promise you, nick hates you.”

“why’d he pick you. he could’ve had me😂”

I let out small silent sobs, throwing my phone on the ground. I heard a pair of feet running up the stairs to Nick’s room, before the door flew open.

“shit- what happened? fuck, y/n, whats wrong?” Chris’ eyes widened as he saw the scene in front of him. My phone broken on the floor, and i was sobbing into my knees on Nick’s bed.

I nodded, and chris immediately ran by my side.

“he’s out with Matt- ill call him. im staying here with you until he gets here, okay?” he placed his hand on my back. he quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, calling nick. i didnt understand what he said, because i wasn’t paying attention. i just need nick.

Nick. thats all i want. He’s all i need.

“hey.. please, talk to me.” Chris spoke softly, putting his phone back in his pocket. “what happened, buddy?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing, his hand never leaving my back.

Thats when i realized, i wasn’t wearing my binder. Normally, not wearing my binder at my own house, or even the triplets, doesn’t bother me, but as i read through all those comments, calling me a girl, i couldn’t help but feel disappointed in myself.

I looked down at my chest, and started crying harder. I couldn’t breathe. fuck- i’m having a panic attack.

“n-nick- i- i need n-nick!” i gasped, quickly sitting up.

“hey- hey, it’s okay. Nicks almost here, okay? I need you to take deep breaths, okay?” Chris panicked. I panted, rocking back and fourth on nicks bed.

I knew Chris was trying to help, but i needed Nick.

We heard the door bust open, and nick and matt both ran up the stairs, to me and Chris.

“baby, my baby..” Nick’s eyebrows furrowed, as he rushed to my side. He pulled me into a hug, and looked at chris as he held me. “what happened, chris?” Nick asked, trying to raise his voice, knowing it would make things worse.

“I- i dont know! I heard a bang and crying- so, i ran up here and he was crying! he wouldnt tell me anything, besides he wanted you! i- i didnt know what to do so i called you!” Chris spoke worriedly.

I looked over at matt, his jaw clenched, as he fiddled with his own hands. his eyes glossy. Matt’s dealt with his own panic attacks, and seeing someone he cared about was probably hard for him.

“i- i-m sorry-“ i stuttered out to Matt, who had a worried expression plastered on his face. he didn’t say a word. I cant hurt matt, too.

“huh? baby, what are you sorry for?” nick asked me, pulling back slightly from the hug, to look me in the eyes.

“m-matt-“ i sobbed, and nicks head snapped towards matt, who’s chest was moving rapidly, his eyes wide.

“fuck, chris, get him out of here, please. go sit with him on the couch or something- calm him down. I got y/n,” nick gestured towards matt, and chris immediatly did as he was told.

“shh, baby. i’ve got you. You’re okay.” Nick whispered, pulling me into him. i focused on the heat radiating off of his body, his vanilla scent, and the way his soft hoodie felt on my skin. My sobs slightly subsided, and i could finally think straight again.

“My love.. i love you. so much. do you want to talk about it?” Nick offered, and placed a loving kiss on my forehead, as he brushed my hair out of my face.

“your f-fans.. they called me a girl..” i sniffled, and his gaze sofened, and he looked like he was about to cry.

“you are not a girl. you never have been, and never will be. you’re my boy.” Nick sighed, placing a soft kiss to my lips.

His boy.

I’m his boy.

I WASNT SURE IF THIS WAS A GOOD ENDING OR NOT BUT IDK I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE.

writing the dms and comments BROKE me.

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso

[stripetucker-tweak]

The mischaracteization of Kenny McCormick is my roman empire. I know it is mainly because he is the most complicated of the main four to describe.

Of course you often see him characterized as a drug addict whore who will sleep with anyone man or women which while it does not come out of nowhere is complete flanderization. Kenny's sexual knowledge and desires I think come from the place of a child, he is that one kid who is obsessed with sex before all his friends but he has also no more expirence than anyone else and while I see him expirmenting sexually earlier than most I don't think that would translate into him being a slut as a teenager, at most a boob obsessed teen age boy. His desire comes from a welth of knowledge with a lack of experience. He is fundamentally a loser in most people's eyes, the weird poor kid, he would most likely strike out most of the time.

The next big mistake that people make in characterizing kenny is assuming that Mysterion is his base personality. This is obviously because it is the only form where we can hear him talk. Rather Mysterion is who Kenny wishes he could be. His fake voice is not just to hide his identity or the play alnog but rather to separate himself from Kenny. For example he uses Mysterion to look after Karen because Kenny himself can't. Kenny is just as much so a scared kid as she is, but through Mysterion he can separate himself from his family life to be who he wishes he could be for his siblings. He is able to threaten his parents to treat him and Kevin better brcause he separates himself from being their son. He is Kenny's guardian angel too. Mysterion also has a moral compass that kenny notability lacks. He is second to cartman is the main group when it comes to moral depravity. He would willing join the side of evil for a dollar or a chance to be noticed. He is typically cartman's sidekick and while he'll antagonize him as much as anyone else, he tends to go along with his plans whether it be joining the confederate army or not giving a fuck about whales until he can have his 15 minutes of fame. We see this with princess kenny joining the nazi zombies in tsot. However he does care deeply about his friends and where this comes through is self-sacrifce. The most genuine kenny moment in all of south park to me is at the end of bigger longer and uncut when he wishes for everything to go back to normal and takes his hood down, kenny making it to heaven shows that he is a good person deep down. His opertunism comes from that fact that he frequently sees the worst in world and his youth.

While Mysterion represents Kenny's heroistic desires, Princess Kenny represents a more selfish desire to be doted on. The two are near opposites Mysterion cares for Karen without Kenny's own needs but the Princess has everyone to care for her. Kenny, as I previously mentioned, is a loser. He is south park's punching bag and yet no one not even his closest friends seem to care. This is where Mysterion's righteous anger comes from, but when he is Princess Kenny everyone cares about him. All the boys who laugh at him are now enchanted by his cuteness. He is gaurded and doted on by his friends as if he is the most important person of all. It is a fantasy, an escape. He doesn't desire to have the responsibility of a king or prince or even a queen, but rather the effortless power of a magical girl. Kenny is a no one but while they are in Zaron he is the Princess, that is why he was so hurt when cartman would let him be royal and I think why he played as a girl in the first place, the lone damsel for all the boys to fight over.

He is defined by his poorness, although in the way that is the thing the cartman has chosen to rip into him about like kyle being jewish or stan being gay for being in love with wendy. Outside of his friends and butters he is seen as the weird dirty poor kid which he is a little self conscious of, often trying to deny it. Because he is so poor, he is very relient on his friends for things like food, videogames, and activities he can not afford himself. It also allows him to be easily minupulated for money or food. This has also made him a hardworker as he has expirence doing manual labor for cartman and employers such as lu kim. He is also willing to entertain or humiliate himself for money including prostitution.

The last important piece of Kenny is, of course, his many deaths. This is what makes him fundamentally different from every other character. He is constantly trying to avoid these extremely painful and gruesome deaths and lives in fear of the pain but does not take death even remotely seriously, not just his own temporary ones but other people dying as well. He is resentful of his friends for forgeting his deaths and this comes out especially as Mysterion as they acknowledge his immortallly as a made power akin to their own made up heroes This causes Kenny to be severely jaded at the worle. However, despite this, he is still able to find joy in little things, remaining generally happy. This also leads him to escapism such as getting high through 'cheesing' and his eagerness to try auto-erotic asphyxiation. Considering he can survive an overdose and therefore avoid typical addiction issues, I can see him abusing this as he gets older. There is also a part of him that hopes it is permanent every time he dies and a part of him that is relieved every time he wakes back up.

Kenny McCormick is multifaceted. He is selfish and self-less, brave and a coward, mature and childish, mean and kind-hearted. He would die for his friends, and he would sell them out for a dollar. He is a great brother, and he is sexually perverse. It just hurts to see people get him so wrong.

[epic-therapist]

*he chuckles lightly and scritches his hair*

Thank you?

(I'm sad, so we're doing sweet wholesome sweetness.)

*Glitch teleports in front of him and pulls him into his arms, just drilling his face into his shoulder*

Do you have anything to do right now..?

- @glitchyanon

*he laughs softly at the action*

Nope. I have nothing to do.