#dude responds to Caring About People like he's been shot

[knchins]

Wrapped - Wakasa I. & Shinichiro S.

Summary:  Wakasa decides to give his best friend the thing he wants most for Christmas: a threesome with you.

Pairing: Wakasa x Reader x Shinichiro; Wakasa x Shinichiro

Reader Type: AFAB - they/them

Rating: E+

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS for the final chapter, Cuckolding (sorta), Shin is a virgin, Waka is openly bisexual, some not-so-unrequited love, light shibari/bondage, this gets very gay very fast, anxiety mention, oral sex (M receiving), nipple play, vaginal sex, anal fingering, anal sex, condom usage, overstimulation, slight orgasm delay/denial, unsafe sex, cream pie, some light degradation, praise, aftercare

Notes: This was written for @dark-mnjiro for @mekiza 's kinkmas collab event! I was so excited to get Lee's name and I immediately knew what I wanted to write for them! I hope you enjoy it, wifey! <3

“Isn’t this all you’ve ever wanted?” Waka’s words floated through Shinichiro’s hazy memory. At the time he hadn’t known how to respond. He stood with his mouth agape, wondering if his best friend was being serious or if he was just being cruel. Would you do it? Would you really let him finally lose his virginity to the pussy he’d dreamt about for years now? 

Even after the timeline had been fixed, even after Takemichi managed to save everyone, Shin wondered if it were possible for the two of you could finally work things out. You seemed to always end up with Wakasa no matter what he did, no matter how hard he fought for you. Even now the two of you were inseparable so again was Wakasa being serious in his proposal? 

He was a clumsy, awkward twenty-year-old again. He’d crashed and burned many times in trying to pick up people, including yourself. He just didn’t have the charisma that his best friend had. He didn’t exude coolness or power or money. By all accounts, he was perfectly normal, especially now that he was no longer a time leaper. 

Currently, he was on the way to Wakasa’s place where you would hopefully be waiting for him. He wondered why his friend had suddenly decided to share. What was in it for him? Did he secretly like being cucked? Shin had never known Imaushi to be into that sort of thing, but he supposed there was a first time for everything. 

He pulled up to the apartment complex and parked his bike before going to the door. The smell of rain hung heavily in the air as thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance. He paused, listening to it before opening the door and walking inside. Waka didn’t care if he knocked or not, Shin knew he was always welcome. 

“Shin? We’re back here!” Wakasa called from the bedroom. He could tell his friend was excited by his tone of voice. While Waka typically kept a calm and cool demeanor, there were times when he’d let his feelings slip. Times like this when he was practically bouncing as he waited or Shin to see you. 

It had been Wakasa’s idea, but you had instantly gone along with it. He had wrapped your body with a wide satin ribbon so that it intricately covered your intimate areas. He used his knowledge of shibari to do it, and it made you look even more beautiful than usual. He ended the tie with a big bow on your chest. 

You were the perfect Christmas present for him, Wakasa had decided. But this was a two-part gift. Shin wasn’t the only one that would get to fulfill a fantasy tonight. 

The man in question stood in the doorway, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull as he took in your mostly nude form. He licked his dry lips, trying to think of what to say. So this wasn’t some big joke, he thought to himself. He swallowed hard, cock twitching in his pants as you blinked slowly, dainty lashes fluttering at him. 

“Don’t cum in your pants, dude,” Waka said, clearly joking as a tossed a condom to Shin. “Do you need me to show you how to use it?” He asked and Shin raised his middle finger to him in protest. 

Shinichiro shot him a look, “I know how to put on a condom.” He said flatly, watching as Wakasa pulled out a second one. “What do you need that for?” 

Wakasa gave him a curious look, “I thought I was clear on the phone.” He replied lazily, eyes staying in their half-lidded state. 

“You asked me if I wanted to finally get fucked.” Shin replied, confusion evident on his face. “Then you said you two decided to….” Realization washed over his features, “you want to have sex with me too?” 

“Think you can handle it?” Wakasa asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. “I’ve seen the way you look at the two of us, but one thing we can never decide on is who you’re most jealous of.” 

You let out a small giggle at the surprise on his face. “So you want to settle the score here and now?” He asked, having never considered that Wakasa had unearthed his deepest fantasy. The thing he dreamt of only when he had had too much to drink. Of course, he had no real understanding of what these thoughts meant. He tucked them away as quickly as they came and tried not to drift back to them. 

It wasn’t that Shinichiro had any issues with people being gay, he just didn’t think he was. Those were just some silly inebriated thoughts, right? They didn’t really mean anything. He was attracted to women. Homosexuality was natural, he knew that, but he didn’t think it was natural for him.

What he never considered (mainly thanks to the media's erasure of their existence) was that it was entirely possible to be attracted to both. Shinichiro was, without a doubt, the most closeted bisexual in all of Japan.

Wakasa Imaushi, on the other hand, was fully upfront with himself on who he was attracted to. You knew this about him from the start and while he had expected you to turn your nose up or feign away from him after he opened up about himself, you accepted him with open arms. That was the night he knew he had fallen in love with you. 

Shinichiro's eyes moved from you to Wakasa and back to you, still wrapped up pretty like the perfect present under the tree. "How do you want me?" He asked with a small defeated sigh. It wasn't that he didn't want this to happen, he was feeling defeated by his own self-doubt. 

What if his best friend in the entire world didn't have enough room in his heart for both of you? Wakasa was well versed in sex, what if he didn't like sex with him? What if he was so bad at it that you and him never wanted to talk to Shin again? 

His worry showed on his face as plain as day. A soft smile played upon your lips as you got up from the bed and placed your hands on his shoulders, "relax, Shin." You cooed as you began to take off his clothes, the ribbon wrapped around your torso was slightly restricting but not enough that you couldn't strip him down. 

Shin stood there, a little awkwardly as you pulled down his boxers while getting down on your knees before him. Your eyes flickered up connecting with his as you took his already-hardened cock into your mouth. 

Shinichiro groaned as you bobbed your head, sucking just the right amount as one hand held onto his thigh and then played with his heavy balls. He couldn't take his eyes off you, a feeling of disbelief washing over him once more as you pulled away to lick at his shaft and tip as to tease him. 

"Now, lay down on the bed," Wakasa said as you sat back on the balls of your feet. "On your back." He further instructed as he began to take off his own clothes. 

Shin laid back on the bed as he was told before fumbling with the condom Wakasa had given him earlier. You took it from him with steady hands and opened it before rolling it onto his stiff cock. "Ready to unwrap your gift?" You teased as he nodded his head like an eager child about to get his favorite treat. 

You tugged at the ends of the ribbon, untying it slowly until it was a heap on the ground and your naked form was bare to both men. Even though Wakasa had seen you naked plenty of times, he was still breathtaken with how beautiful you were every time. 

He smacked your ass playfully, "show him a good time, baby." He said as you let out an excited giggle. Despite your love for Imaushi, you had always had a soft spot for Shinichiro as well. Always wondered what his virgin cock would feel like and how fun it may be to teach him how to properly fuck someone. Though it seemed like Wakasa was the one that wanted to play teacher tonight. 

You moved onto the bed before straddling Shin. You reached down to hold the base of his cock to hold him steady as you guided yourself down, letting him slowly penetrate your slick folds and then wet pussy. 

Shin tried to stay still as his eyes stayed glued to your chest. It wasn't that he'd never seen tits before, but these were yours. Something special, something to be coveted. He reached up and grabbed them, one in each hand as he squeezed, nearly cumming already when your walls squeezed around him in response. 

You felt a kiss on your shoulder as Waka stood behind you with a bottle of lube in hand. He coated his fingers, noticing that Shin was too lost in the new sensation of you being wrapped around him to notice what he was doing. 

As you started to move on top of him, Wakasa nudged his legs apart. Shinichiro wasn't sure what he was up to until he felt the sticky fingers against the cheeks of his ass. A red hot blush formed on his entire face, once that you didn't notice as you were too busy concentrating on his fingers teasing your nipples and the head of his penis that kept kissing the sweet spot in the back of your cunt. 

"Waka-" He started, sounding unsure until he felt one of his commander's fingers slip into his tight asshole. The new sensation had him bucking his hips up into you in a way that made you cry out with surprise. 

You placed your hands on his chest for added balance, panting slightly as he settled back down once he got used to the feeling of Waka's index finger inside of him. That's when you noticed how flushed he was, which prompted you to lean down and kiss him gently.

 "Do you want to stop?" You asked him, not a shred of judgment or disappointment in your tone. Your eyes with pupils blown wide with lust and adoration had him shaking his head no. As new as this all was, he didn't want it to stop. 

"You sure? I can just fuck their asshole instead." Waka replied and you shot him a look that told him he needed to be more gentle. He shrugged halfheartedly before wiggling his finger until he found Shin's prostate, pressing against it. Shin gasped out and bucked again, needing to feel more. 

As soon as he felt Shin's ring of muscle relax more against his finger, he added a second. He noticed Shin hesitating before moving his hips more, enjoying the dual sensation of being inside of someone with something inside of him. 

Wakasa matched the rhythm of his hips to help maximize his pleasure while you stayed still on top of him, letting him go at his own pace as you licked playfully at his pert nipples. 

Shinichiro moaned a sound that seemed to intensify the atmosphere of the room. The air was now heavy with the smell of sex as the sounds of skin against skin began to reverberate off the walls. 

Waka kept his wrist locked in place as he started to slowly scissor his fingers until he knew Shin was used to the sensation. Then he added a third and while the other man let out a small groan of protest, it quickly turned into a needy whine as you nipped at his chest.

"F-Fuck," Shin gasped, trying to concentrate on pleasuring you but truly failing at being able to focus with Waka being knuckle deep inside of him. 

"Are you ready?" You asked, keen eyes flicking to look at his face as you noticed his pace was slowing down considerably and becoming slightly erratic. "You can't cum yet, Shin, you have to wait for Imaushi." 

He looked almost annoyed with you, though it was more because this was vastly different than anything he had ever imagined. There was nothing more he wanted in the world right now than to cum, but it would seem that you were more in control than he thought. 

"Yeah, he's ready," Waka said as he pulled his fingers out and wiped them off on the bedspread before rolling on the condom. You shot him a look over your shoulder at the action which just made him smirk in response. "I'll wash it later, calm down. Now kiss your new plaything before his face gets stuck in that pout." 

Shin rolled his eyes but didn't stop you from kissing him. He allowed Waka to guide his ankles so that they were situated over his tattooed shoulders. Waka pumped himself a few times before pressing his tip against Shin's asshole and slowly pushing in while you keep your lips locked with his. 

You bit at his lower lip, trying to take his mind off of any discomfort he was bound to feel from anal for the first time. The slow stretch burned but he hardly felt it as he throbbed inside of you in a silent beg for stimulation. You squeezed down around him, an effort that caused him to shudder. 

Before he even knew it, Waka was fully sheathed inside of him, making Shin feel incredibly full almost awkwardly so. “Fuck it’s tight,” Waka hissed as Shin clamped down on him tightly, “Keeps suckin’ in me.” 

Shin threw an arm over his eyes to try and hide the embarrassed look on his face. He couldn’t mask the small whimper that came out when Waka began to rut into him slowly. You took this opportunity to begin to move your hips again, letting him feel the dual stimulation once more. 

You pried his arm away from his face, “Let me see that handsome face,” You said seductively. He repositioned his hands on your thighs, squeezing them as he tried to thrust, only to find himself unable to in the position he was currently in. “We’ll take care of you, Shin, you don’t need to move.” 

A frustrated look crossed his face before his eyes rolled back as Waka adjusted the angle of his hips, his thrusts becoming harder and more deliberate as you matched pace with him the best you could. Shin felt so big inside of you, so impossibly hard as he whimpered again a silent plea. His mind buzzed with overstimulation already and he found himself edging along the line of orgasm. 

Waka was lost in his own thoughts, making sure to not be too rough (less he wanted you to be upset with him later) but also going hard and fast enough to suit his own needs. He could feel every twitch every time his head brushed against his prostrate or every time you sunk down completely onto his cock. Of course, he had done threesomes before but they had never been quite like this. 

Meanwhile, you were throwing your head back as you rode him as fast as you could. Your hips move at the perfect place to stimulate your clit and g-spot at the same time. His name passed your lips more times than you could count, a sound that sent him over the edge so that he was accidentally cumming into the condom before you had a chance to. “S-Sorry,” He gasped out, still unable to catch a break as Waka rammed into him so that he was cumming again but in an entirely new and different way. 

He was feeling too much ecstasy to feel guilty for not getting you off. His vision was hazy as he looked at your soft smile and light giggle as you lifted off of him enough so he’d slip out of you. “Imaushi,” You said in a sing-song voice, “Finish with me?” 

Waka chuckled as he pulled out of Shin’s still-spasming hole. He quickly took off the condom before shoving his cock into your now gaping pussy. Shin was helpless as he watched Wakasa fuck you at a pace that he had only seen in hardcore porn before. 

He grabbed one of your wrists and pulled it behind your back as he thrust as roughly as he possibly could, abusing your poor cunt. You keened as he tugged on your arm to force you back against him, his balls smacking into your clit repeatedly so that you were quaking on top of Shinichiro. 

Shin’s eyes were like saucers as he watched your form bounce and shake above him. “Play with their tits,” Wakasa ordered and he happily obliged, taking his hands and petting them on your chest to squeeze and fondle your breasts. The loudest moan yet erupted from you as you finally came, unable to squirm too much as Waka still had a vice grip on the arm pinned behind your back. 

“That’s a good whore,” Waka spat, momently later he was painting your walls white with his seed, making sure to fuck it in as deeply as he could. “You both took me so well.” He said as he released you, letting you fall on top of Shin unceremoniously. He kissed the top of your head as Waka grabbed a towel to clean up the two of you. 

He tended to Shin first, throwing away his condom and wiping him down. Shin twitched, still sensitive from before and whimpering as you clung to him. Waka had a small smile of contentment on his face as he then wiped you clean, though you were actively dripping a mixture of his and your cum onto poor Shin. 

Shin didn’t mind, he could hardly even feel it as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rubbed your back as you started to fall asleep. The same doubts from earlier started to well up in him, self-doubt eating him alive as he wondered if you’d never want to do this again because he didn’t make you cum. 

Sensing his troubles, you gave his bare chest a few feather-light kisses, “next time, I’ll teach you how to make me cum.” You said and you felt his cock twitching beneath you at the thought. The feeling of it made you laugh lightly, ”or maybe I’ll teach you now.”

[stories4thepack]

Upside-down bite

Spider Gwen x Vampire!Reader

(Similar things requested by 2 different people)

Warnings: Blood, bites, kissing, spider + vampire stuff!

Gwen watches you from the roof top her mask pulled tightly over her head. It wasn’t unusual for her to do this, ensure that you got home safely after college finished. It’s not that she didn’t trust you, but given what you were she would have to keep watch.

You look up, meeting her gaze before rolling your eyes and walking off. You knew she was Ghost-spider, she had told you a while ago and so, you told her your secret.

“I’m a vampire”

You had said, making Gwen burst out laughing. She wishes now that she hadn’t had that reaction.

“It’s not cool to stalk someone.”

Your voice mutters in her head, Gwen swings over to another building before thinking

“It’s not cool to be in someone’s mind.”

She can see you throw a middle finger in her general direction without breaking stride. Gwen laughs, she found you adorable.

Then she saw you freeze, your entire body going suddenly stiff as if you had been put in a trance. Your head slowly turns down the street, where Gwen could now hear a scuffling commotion.

“y/n? Is there blood?”

She mutters in your mind, cautiously swinging towards you as you give a slow, careful nod. Never breaking eye contact. You force your feet to move away, stumbling down the street as Gwen darts into the alley. There, she sees two thugs beating a young man, blood dripping down the side of the victims head.

“Alright Fellas, parties over.”

The masked thugs turn towards her, cackling as one of them swings a knife at her. She jumps over him, kicking him in the ass to knock him over. The other thug laughs again, Gwen turns to the sound of a click and the sight of a gun being pointed at the innocent man.

She would not have time to attack both the man creeping up behind her and save the victim from a bullet in the brain. She was facing a checkmate-

There’s a crash and a familiar growl as you throw yourself over Gwen and at the man. Tackling him to the floor. Gwen spins around, punching the other attacker a dozen times in the face before he could lay a finger on her. She grins beneath her mask as he flees, whimpering like a child. Then she hears a gun shot.

Immediately she dashes in your direction, ignoring the second attacker fleeing as well. She sees blood dripping from your shoulder, but you pull her into a hug with a smile on your face.

“See! I can be a helpful hero!”

Gwen webs herself away from you, hanging upside down as she looks at the bullet wound.

“You’ve been shot.”

“Fuck Sherlock, I had no idea!”

You bend down to help the hurt man up, your jaw clenched tightly at the sight of his blood flowing down the side of his head. He mutters something about going to a hospital and darts away from you before you can say anything.

“He is in shock, should we follow him to-“

You pause as you notice how close Gwen, swallowing nervously as you can smell her sweet scent from underneath her costume

“I’ve had to save that dude before, he’s up to no good. Don’t worry abou-“

She stops mid sentence as you carefully lower the bottom of her mask, stopping over her nose; you can now see her delicate lips which you lean into, pressing against them gently. She kisses you back within a moment, placing a covered hand on the back of your head to secure herself. Your lips fit into each other like a completed puzzle as they have a hundred times before, though the kiss never fails to bring butterflies to your stomach.

Peter Parker (from another universe) had told her about the upside down kiss and that all spider people eventually get to do it, it is apart of their stories after all, a canon event.

She finally understands why it is such a big deal. You pull away, now able to see the cocky grin on Gwens face.

“We should get you healed up Y/n!”

She says, removing the her mask, allowing her tied up hair to hang below her. You chuckle at the sight before finally responding

“I need blood to heal.”

You mutter, preparing to turn away before she grasps you firmly. Pulling you into her, her eyes are stern, even when she is hanging upside down.

“Just take it from me then.”

She mutters and you sigh. You had bitten her once before, purely out of curiosity on both sides but this time it felt kind of different, more risky.

Gwen pulls down the neck of her suit, allowing her throat to be exposed to you. Your hand grasps the fabric, pulling it over her collar bone before you press kisses against her warm skin, you can hear her contempt sigh at the action before your fangs graze her flesh. You bite her, blood immediately hitting our tongue. Gwen gasps at the feeling of her blood being gently taken from her, she can see the skin on your shoulder knitting itself together with every little sip you take. When all that remains is drying blood and a grey scar, you pull away, lips dripping with the scarlet liquid.

“Thanks for that.”

You mutter, pulling the neck of her suit over the fresh bite mark. She pulls her mask over her small smile before swinging onto the side of the wall carefully crawling away. You wipe the blood from your chin with the sleeve of your jumper before calling after her.

“Wanna take me for a swing across the city?”

“Can you ask politely?”

“Fucking hell can you or not?”

You tease, mocking an insult. She laughs and flicks her hand you way, her webs pulling your to the wall before she pulls you into her side, crawling the rest of the way up with you in her arms.

Your heart pounded with the warmth that your love for her caused.

(sorry for any typos)

[darkstarerotica]

Heather was one of the guys they used to always say. She hung around the whole group for years, Sean, Michael, Chris and Steve. They clowned around would go snowboarding. Drink at the pub. Hell they even talked about girls together. But Heather wasn't into girls. Try as she might she only liked men.

They were close and did everything together. Everyone dated this person or that person. People came and went. But the group stayed together.

One night they were at Michael's they had all been out on a hike earlier that day. They settled in with some beer and a couple bottles. Just another usual Saturday night.

Everyone had had a couple beers and they agreed to do a few rounds of shots. After the third Heather and Chris fell back on the couch laughing, buzzed, happy. Their knees touched as they placed their heads against one another. Without even thinking Chris started to caress her knee. It felt nice so she let him and without even thinking she nuzzled into him. Chris sort of glanced at the other guys who looked over. One of them poured another round for everyone. They shot them back. By this point Heather and Chris were holding hands.

Steve sat on her other side and started to caress her other leg. She reached out and held his hand as well. They gently touched her thighs as she held their hands. She moaned a little as she put her head back.

Steve was surprised..he never looked at her this way before. But seeing her respond to his touch he felt himself grow hard..he got bolder and brought his hand up her inner thigh till he reached the center. She let out another soft moan feeling herself growing wet. Not even sure what was happening.

Chris aroused at the sight brought his hands up to her breasts and started to caress them. She moaned again and pushed herself up against the hand now firmly massaging her pussy. "Damn dude, she wet through her jeans" she heard a voice say. She didn't even care. Heather thought, I just want to open myself fully. Let them use me completely. And then she heard herself say, or did she just think "god I want to get fucked"

From that point on all was a blur. She felt hands on her zipper. But there seemed to be a chorus of them. Later she realized all her friends were undoing their pants as a hand slid down her loosened front side and found her wet and eager. A finger started to explore her as her head was pushed to the side. A hard cock found her lips and parted them.

"oh my god what's happening?" she thought. As she started to lick and suck on Chris's hard cock. She felt her shirt lifted and one of her friends said "damn.. I never realized she had such great tits. She was overwhelmed. Two fingers in her pussy, rubbing her deep. Two hands caressing her beautiful breasts and the cock relentlessly thrusting into her face.

Heather felt her pants getting tugged off as her hands were raised to her sides..there she found two other stiff cocks waiting for her. She began to stroke them. Still choking and slurping on the cock pounding deep into her face. The person in front of her, who even was it? She couldn't see beyond their midsection. Stood up on the couch and brought her face right into him. Holding her head as close to the base of his cock as he could. She stopped for a moment, till.tbe hands at her side were grabbed as the men on either side used her hands to jack themselves off.

Then she felt her legs spread open. Kneed aside. She heard someone spit into their hand amongst the growing moans. Then she felt the tip of a penis. Playing with her wetness. Rubbing her clit.."I think she really wants it guys" a voice was heard.. without even thinking Heather responded "oh... Fuck me, fucking use me". His hard cock penetrated her as the guy standing in front of her started to furiously fuck her face. A chorus of "oh God" arose as Heather pleasured all four at once. She moaned around the cock fucking her face and bringing her to tears.

After a while the person in front of her directed the others. Away and laying on the couch pulled her on top of him. "I never knew you were such a slut " he said. And spat on his cock as he stroked it.."well I hear slutty little girls like it in the ass" and at that moment shoved himself inside her. His cock wet with her pussy and his spit. "Fuck that feels so good" she said.

At that moment someone now standing in front of her pulled himself between her legs. She has never been double penetrated before but had always wanted to know what it would feel like. She loved the feeling of her ass being stretched by a big cock though. It made her feel full and gave her pleasure so different than just having her pussy filled.

But now as she had another cock enter her... It seemed to stretch her out even more. She could feel both at the same time. Rubbing inside of her. She felt herself start to.cum but they were relentless. The two guys at her side stopped for a minute to watch. She came and quivered hard on their cocks trying to get them.to stop for a moment but they would not. Coming down a bit she fell back into the rhythm . All three moaning with pleasure. The guys in the side started to pull her head over forcing her to suck one then another.

She was lost in the feeling. She had no conception of time or place. Just pleasure and stimulation. All holes being filled.

They started to fuck her harder as one then the other came deep inside her. They slowly disentangled as she felt their hot cum start to leak out of her.

She fell against the couch, but for only a moment till someone said. "No little girl, we're not done with you yet" one of the guys on the side flipped her over right on top of the other. She felt it first in her ass. Now open and wet with cum. Then in her pussy again. "Fuck" they said. "She's so tight" she held the one below her tightly as they both ravaged her. Multiple orgasms rippled through her body but they were relentless..

The two that had already came inside her were stroking their cocks. Hard again at the sight before their eyes.

"here, little girl, kneel here* as they placed her on her knees before them. All four jerking their cocks off near her face. "My god" Heather thought, "this is so hot ". Almost in unison they came on her face. Drenching it in thick layers of cum..she licked off what she could and fell back against the couch.

They all slept in different parts of the house that night. But Heather was never looked at as just "one of the boys" again.

[j0hnj4ej3n]

asking nct dream "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: food (under Jaemin’s)

Notes: hellu! i came to post something short! i’m sorry for not posting in a while, i hope everyone’s been doing well <3 i had fun writing this after joking about how some of the dreamies would react with a friend. i hope you guys have a wonderful rest of the week ahead! sending lots of love <3

𔘓 Mark:

Poor guy was peacefully strumming on his guitar while you’re lying next to him on the bed when you suddenly shot up from your position. “Mark… tell me something honestly.” You begin as you lightly hold his arm to get his full attention on you. He looks at you slightly confused, almost concerned as he places his guitar back on its stand. He stares at you with his brown, boba eyes, waiting for you to continue. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” “Huh?” “Would you??” “Dude, I thought you were going to ask me something serious…” You fight the chuckle that’s threatening to come out and tell him that you were 100% serious. “So? What is it, Mark Lee? Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Mark sighs and then chuckles to himself before he goes, “Yes babe, I would still love you if you were a worm.” You can’t help but laugh too, “Good, that’s what I thought. Just saying, if you were a worm, I would still love you too” Mark can’t fight the urge to tackle you onto the bed just because he simply found you so cute, your limbs are tangled together and laughter would echo through your shared room. “You’re too cute, what am I supposed to do with you?”

𔘓 Renjun:

“Love, would you love me if I was a worm?” you ask Renjun as the two of you were walking around the grocery store. He doesn’t respond, only letting out a soft sigh. “Why are you ignoring me? Would you still-” “Don’t say stuff like that in public, people can hear you…” You gasped and was about to start pretending to get upset when Renjun mumbles out a “Why do you like to ask me these questions, my answers are always the same anyways”. He takes a bag of your favourite chips off the shelf as he continues, “I always say yes and you always doubt me” “Because, logically, why would you?” “If I say no you’ll get upset” “So you don’t mean it, you’re just saying it so I won’t get upset?” “My love, I am not going to start this in the middle of a grocery aisle” “Touch your heart right now, would you still love me if I were a worm?” Renjun places his index finger on his lips because there were others who just got to the aisle you two were in. But with one hand on his chest, he says, “Yes I would”. You smile to yourself before you quickly respond with “Okay but I wouldn’t if you were a worm though, I’m scared of worms” “But you know it’s me, why would you be scared?” And this discourse would last all the way till you’re both packing your groceries into the back of the car, not caring who hears or judges the two of you. In the end, you both agreed that you would both still love each other even if one of you were a worm.

𔘓 Jeno:

The two of you are eating jellies while watching some random movie on the TV. It’s a slow, lazy Sunday and both you and Jeno have been cuddling and snacking on the couch. Though you were comfortable – lying on your boyfriend’s chest while munching away on jellies – you were almost bored to death because you lost the plot of this movie midway. The question suddenly popped into your head and you decided to ask Jeno just to see his reaction. “Jen?” He hums in reply, his hand rubbing your back delicately. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Jeno’s hand on your back stills and he lifts his head slightly to look at you. You can’t tell if he was confused, or trying not to laugh at you. “Why would you suddenly ask me that?” “Just tell me honestly, I promise I won’t get upset even if you say no.” Jeno squints at you before he lies back down, continuing his movements on your back as you continue to look at him. “Yea, I suppose I’ll still love you if you were a worm. I'll take extra care of you too… even though I’m not too sure what worms eat” You coo at his reply and snuggle closer and Jeno just holds you closer and chuckles. After a brief moment of silence, Jeno suddenly mumbles, almost shyly,  “What about you… would you still love me if I was a worm?” 

𔘓 Haechan:

Haechan’s driving, his focus is on the road but he has one hand on your thigh like he always does when he’s on the road. You’re just scrolling through your phone when you come across a tiktok with the question. He’s singing to Where Do I Fit In by Justin Bieber while tapping to the slow beat against your thigh when you decide to ask him. “Baby, can I ask you something?” “What is it baby?” You quickly open your camera app to film his reaction. Once you hit record, you asked, “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Haechan glances at you and sees your phone as he laughs at your question, “Should I tell you the truth?” “Of course” “Okay then… no” And he only keeps laughing after taking a peek at your reaction, your jaw hangs open at his unexpected answer. “If I’m still a person, why would I like a worm? Baby, think about it… would YOU love me if I became a worm?” “Of course I would!” “You’re lying, I won’t even be able to talk to you.” “Exactly, that’s one less person to annoy me. I might even love you more if you became a worm.” Haechan scoffed as he stopped at a redlight. He does his signature annoyed expression, where his tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek. “I was only joking, you know? But now, if you were a worm, I’ll just use you as fish bait.”  You can’t help but laugh at his pettiness but you soon yelp and stop recording when Haechan pinches your thigh lightly before the traffic light turns green and he starts driving again. 

𔘓 Jaemin:

“Jaem, would you still love me if I was a worm?” You asked while you’re watching him cook dinner. He turns around to look at you, as if he heard you wrong. “If you were a worm?” “Mhm” “Hmm, let me think about it.” You laugh and walk over to him, leaning your cheek against his shoulder as you take a whiff of the food. You sigh in bliss, you’re so excited to just devour the food already. “If you’re a worm, am I also a worm?” Jaemin asks as he blocks you with his arm so that you would be a safe distance away from the hot pan as he walks to the counter to plate the food. “I guess you could be? But you could be just as you are right now too.” Jaemin hums in understanding, and nods to your plate, asking you to eat first. You give him a quick peck on the cheek as a ‘thank you’ before you sit down at the counter seat and pick up your utensils to dig in. “I would love you if you were a worm, but I want to be a worm too. It’s hard to be together if I’m still a person don’t you think?” You only nod, too distracted by the food to think about anything else. Jaemin chuckles at you before he wipes the corner of your lips that was stained with sauce, “Is it good?” “It’s so so good, honey. You’re the best~” And Jaemin stares at you lovingly for a bit more before he starts eating, you look so endearing when you’re enjoying your food. “Even if we’re worms, I’d still cook delicious food for you.”

𔘓 Chenle: 

You and Chenle are walking Daegal at the park downstairs when you were reminded by the conversation you had with your friends earlier that day. So, you decided to ask Chenle too. “Chenle, would you still love me if I was a worm?” “What? A worm?” And you nodded. “No.” You’re not too surprised because you told your friends the same thing. How were you even supposed to fall in love with a worm? “Right? That’s what I told my friends too.” “How am I going to love you if I can’t even communicate with you? I don’t speak worm-language.” You laugh at that as you stated your own reasons too. You looked at Daegal walking with a bounce to her step beside the two of you and said, “I’ll love you if you were a dog though.” “I’m sorry baby, I only love one dog. Isn’t that right baby?” Chenle said as he picked Daegal up. “Okay, if Daegal and I fell into the water at the same time who-” “Baby, don’t even finish the question. You know you’ll only get upset.” You shot him a glare, “Don’t be stupid, save Daegal. I can swim just fine!” Chenle laughs as he pulls you close with his free hand and kisses the side of your head. “Alright, alright. You know I love you just as you are.” 

𔘓 Jisung:

Jisung wasn’t sure he heard you right so he just laughed. But you’re staring at him with your doe eyes, waiting for an answer and his face fell. “Wait, did you just ask if I would still love you if you were a worm?” “Yeah, I did” Jisung is simply amused at the question and he begins to think about it as if you were really going to turn into a worm in the next 10 minutes. “Baby, I won’t get upset, you know? It’s just a meme that’s going around online.” “I would.” He says before he goes back to his game on his phone. “Wait, really?” “Yea, why not? I’m sure you’ll look cute as a worm.” “I thought you wouldn’t say yes because you’ll find me gross.” Jisung puts his phone down and looks at you, “I’ll never think you look gross.” “But I’ll be a worm… I won’t look like myself now anymore.” Jisung ponders on it before he turns to smile at you. “No, I think you’ll still look cute.” You pout at him out of endearment before giving him a hug because you think he’s so precious. He holds your waist and returns the question back to you. “Of course… I’ll love you no matter what you become.”

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I saw your writing requests and can I request Vil x Idia?

I always have to push my rarepair lmao

No rarepair is safe from us >:))

I love rarepairs, they've always been my faves on fandoms cof cof Floy'Nya cof cof

Ya didn't really gave me a prompt to work for, so hope you don't mind some general headcanons of them! If you ever want more, or something specific of them, you can request it away!

Cw:

Vil Schoenheit x Idia Shroud

No one at first believed or understood just HOW those two got together.

I mean, THE Vil Schoenheit, a famous model and actor, with a huge fan base and with products stamped by his face dating Idia? The nerd otaku dude who doesn't leave his room, like, ever?

Some were even concerned if Vil was under some form of course or potion effect, which he responded by an offended gasp.

"Do you think so lowly of me that I would ever fall for a curse like that? Dear Seven, you really underestimate me and Idia, don't you?"

The way they got together is... A rather uncommon one. Idia found Vil doing an advertisement for a game he really liked, and he got a tiny celebrity crush.

Ortho insisted Idia shoot his shot, because the chances of a parasocial relationship becoming unhealthy to someone are higher when there are no sort of communication between parties.

Idia went through the toughest boss fight in his life, which was pressing the send button. That felt like such a normie problem, he almost gave up... Until Ortho pressed for him. Great. This action will affect the main game forever.

Vil was... Low key endeared by the message. It was bold and talked in a lingo he isn't used to seeing. He felt generous enough to give some time to this gloomy samurai person.

They didn't even realized they were so close together until Ortho went thanking Vil for making his big brother so happy.

Cue to Idia's door being kicked open and Idia cowering in his chair almost crying in fear as Vil scolded him about not going to talk to him directly.

They became an odd pair after that. Vil makes sure Idia gets his needs taken, including touching some grass (much to his dismay).

And Idia teaches Vil about technology methods to make his career better. (He doesn't mention about the Vil x reader fanfic tab on his tablet though)

Vil found it obvious how Idia was head over heels for him, but he felt oddly calm about this. It didn't feel like other people crushing on him, where he needed to step on eggshells to maintain this pristine image.

Idia seemed to find him "having max charisma and appearance stats" even when he was a total mess, in his eyes.

It was a new thing for him, letting himself show his "uglier" side to someone, and not being the perfect Vil Schoenheit. And Idia seemed to not care in the slightest, although he did get flustered a lot whenever Vil shared a picture with his hair down. Vil learned from Idia's ling that that was "simp behaviour".

Idia... He never had so much attention from someone so different in his life. And for once, it didn't scare him. Actually, when Vil complimented him for showing up to class, he felt oddly proud and confident.

Ofc Vil was the one to confess first. I mean, Idia was going through the 19th mental breakdown over how to confess at that point, and Ortho was NOT a reliable source of advice on the matter.

Ortho is their biggest supporter, and says that Vil needs to take good care of his big brother, since he is very fragile and also very scared.

Rook was actually very supportive of Vil's choice. He is the biggest Vil fan, but he puts his dear Roi du poison's happiness over his. And to be fair... Their dynamic is enticing. It's unique. A beautiful form of art on itself!

Others were very much confused but grew used to it.

An odd pair, sure, but who said love couldn't be odd?

Their favorite pastime together is casual dates at Idia's room. Where Idia geeks about how this super rare character he summoned had such OP skills that his team two shot the boss, all awhile Vil paints his nails so they have matching colours.

Don't ask Idia why he is showing up to class so much, or he will run away and hide in his room. He is trying! He even wore his uniform 2 times this week!!

They are so silly, I think I got carried away lol. Hope you enjoy this!!

Have a great day/night!

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Cute together(Sterek)

Here is the ski lodge oneshot I said I’d try to get up. It’s more of a winter oneshot than a Christmas oneshot, although there mistletoe is mentioned. Hope you like it.

The view was stunning if Stiles was being honest, and he wasn't even referring to the gorgeous man next to him. He'd been hesitant to even bother enjoying himself on this trip but he was already here and yeah, the view was stunning.

The ski lift continued it's trek over the snowy landscape, taking Stiles higher and higher above the trees and slopes beneath. His feet dangled heavily below him.

With a sudden lurch, the ski lift halted, forcing his seat to swing back and forth. A low growl emanated from the man next to him.

Stiles noted the way the man's hands were gripping the seat like his life depended on it. He debated saying something witty to ease the man's tension but thought better of it when he saw the scowl on his face.

After a long painfully silent five minutes had passed, Stiles craned his neck to see if there were any people on the lift behind them. Their seat rocked gently with the movement.

"Can you not," the man next to him snapped.

Stiles' brows rose in an amused look. "You realize that these things are safe right?"

The man only glared.

"You know that the fatality rate per year, divided by passenger miles, results in 0.149 fatalities per one hundred million miles of passengers transported by ski lifts. You're more likely to die in an elevator, which has on average six fatalities per year." Stiles offered.

The glaring continued.

"I'm Stiles by the way."

The man was silent for a long moment before finally responding. "Derek."

"Derek. Nice to meet you. Are you here with friends or..." Stiles once again looked behind him, careful not to shift the chair. There was no one directly behind them, but it looked like there was a couple two chairs back. "They seem to be enjoying themselves."

Derek glanced over his shoulder to see the couple wrapped around each other in a heated kiss. "I'm here with friends. They were ahead of us."

"They didn't wait for you?" Stiles scoffed.

"I'm here as a favor for a friend," Derek growled, his eyes looking straight ahead.

"Ah, third wheeling?"

"Erica thinks that a romantic getaway will help Boyd make a move. Boyd is just too shy. I gave him an encouraging speech and sent them ahead of me alone. This is what I get."

"That's really sweet of you, dude," Stiles said sincerely.

Derek shot him a glare.

"I'm serious. You look miserable as fuck so you must really care about your friends to do that for them."

"I don't do heights."

"Ah. Well, hopefully we'll be off here soon. For now, we're perfectly safe unless a tornado comes through."

"It's too cold for a tornado," Derek huffed.

"Then we're safe." Stiles grinned widely.

"Where are your friends or whatever?" Derek decided he wanted to talk about anything but their situation.

Stiles bit down on his lower lip. "I'm alone actually."

Derek's brows raised. "Who goes to a ski lodge alone?"

"Well I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend. Made reservations and got here a day before him because he had to work, but then he never showed. When I called, he said to have fun and we'd talk when I got home."

Derek frowned. "That's awful."

"The writing was on the wall, I just chose not to read it. Honestly it's kind of nice. He'd be bitching about the cold and the inconvenience instead of enjoying the view." Stiles gestured to the snow covered trees.

At that moment Derek's phone rang, startling him.

"Erica," Derek snapped into the phone.

Stiles could hear the voice on the other end clearly.

"Derek, are you on the lift?"

"Yes, do you know why it's stopped?"

"Someone accidentally pulled the emergency lever. They legally can't start it back up until it's declared safe. Someone is on their way now."

Derek groaned.

Another voice spoke up. Boyd. "They said it may be about twenty more minutes or so."

"Great."

"Sorry, Derek." Boyd's tone was apologetic.

"It's fine."

"Is anyone with you?"

Derek glanced at Stiles who gave a small smile. "Yeah. Look, I know you guys wanted to grab dinner after this, why don't you go ahead. I'll meet up with you later."

"Are you sure?" Erica asked.

"Yeah, it may be a while and honestly I think I'm done after this."

"Okay, keep us posted."

Derek hung up and let out a sigh. "Someone pulled the emergency lever. They have someone on their way to fix it."

"Well, looks like we have some time to kill. Why don't you tell me about Boyd and Erica?" Stiles suggested, fighting the urge to swing his feet. He didn't want to stress Derek anymore by rocking the chair.

Derek closed his eyes and let out another sigh.

"It'll take your mind off of the fact that we're stuck here."

Derek opened his eyes and conceded. "What do you want to know?"

"How long have they been dancing around each other?" Stiles asked.

"About three years."

"Oof. How have you not done something sooner?"

"It wasn't my place. I figured they'd get around to it." Derek shrugged.

Stiles looked thoughtful. "You think this trip will do the trick?"

"I wasn't sure, but they'll have some time alone with me stuck up here so, maybe."

"You could have brought someone to make it feel like a double date, I'm guessing you're single since you didn't."

Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles.

"I'm not trying to pry." He held his hands up.

"I am single, yes."

Stiles opened his mouth to ask another question when Derek beat him to it.

"How long were you and your boyfriend together?"

Stiles shifted, causing the chair to ever so slightly sway.

Derek's hand gripped the seat tighter.

"Two years."

"You don't seem terribly broken up about it," Derek pointed out.

"Like I said, writing on the wall."

"Still, two years is a long time."

Stiles fought the urge to shift again. He hated being still for this long, unable to fidget. He took off his gloves and tucked them into his jacket pocket, before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah."

A silence fell over the pair and Derek was relieved his prying had worked. Though now he felt bad as he saw the way Stiles stared down at his hands in his lap, fidgeting.

"Guys like that aren't worth it. Trust me, I know."

Stiles gave Derek a doubtful look.

"My last girlfriend was a control freak. I finally called it off when she started to demand I stop spending time with Erica." Derek didn't know why he was telling Stiles this. Maybe to make him feel better.

Stiles didn't respond so Derek continued.

"My last boyfriend broke up with me because I wouldn't go mountain climbing with him every weekend. He said I wasn't invested in him."

Stiles' brow rose at that. "You clearly hate heights."

Derek shrugged.

Stiles frowned, his eyes falling to his hands again.

"Like I said, not worth it."

"Yeah, well, a ski trip is more fun when you have someone to spend it with."

Derek didn't respond to that. He didn't know how.

A gust of wind whipped around them, causing the cold air to bite through their clothes and the seat to rock ever so slightly.

"A hot chocolate sounds good right now, huh?" Stiles asked, pulling Derek's attention from the shifting ground below them.

"Anything that doesn't involve being up here sounds good."

Another gust of wind swept over them.

Derek closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

"Hey." Stiles placed a hand on Derek's arm. "I promise you nothing is going to happen. It looks like a winter storm in the distance. These things rock so easily because if they didn't, they would snap. It's like a bridge."

Derek didn't respond.

"Just take in a deep breath."

Derek did as Stiles said.

"Good, now let it out slowly."

Derek blew out, his breath swirled in the cold air.

Another gust of wind hit them and Derek swore under his breath.

"Look at me," Stiles urged.

Derek looked at Stiles with a glare.

"Just focus on me, pretend we're in a car. Tell me about something. Anything."

Derek focused on the whiskey color of Stiles' eyes. "Like what?"

"What's something you're passionate about?"

"What?" Derek snapped.

"Something that's important to you."

"My job," Derek blurted as another jolt of wind swayed them.

"What do you do?"

"I'm an architect."

"Then you know how safe these things are."

"I know how many times people take short cuts. I know how many people get trapped in buildings. I know how many lives could have been spared if someone didn't cut corners."

"You lost someone because of that, didn't you?" Stiles asked, a frown tugging at his features.

"My parents. They died in a house fire. The structure wasn't built right so the building came down on them before the fire department even got there." Derek's tone was sharp.

"I'm really sorry."

"My job is to make sure that the structure is as sound as it can be. You can't always prevent a collapse, but you can make sure a building holds long enough for everyone to get to safety. The firemen said that if the building had held for even five more minutes, my parents would be alive."

The wind was more consistent as the storm grew closer.

A sudden jolt made Derek grabbed Stiles' arm harshly. The seat rocked vigorously before starting a trajectory forward.

Stiles held Derek's hand. "There we go. See, we'll be back on the ground before you know it. You want to ski down or just ride the lift back?"

"I don't think I'm up for skiing down," Derek answered, his face was green and pale at the same time.

"Okay, I'll ride it with you. We'll get a hot chocolate after, yeah?" Stiles offered.

Derek's grip on Stiles didn't loosen. The rocking of the chair grew worse as the wind continued to pick up. "Okay."

"We're almost there, I can see the end," Stiles said in a comforting tone. "Just breathe."

Derek took in a deep breath and gently let it out.

"Five more chairs and we're there."

Derek took in another breath as the wind cut through them again.

"You gonna be okay to stand when we get off? You don't look so good."

"I'm really dizzy," Derek admitted.

"Okay, I'll help you. I'm right here, we're one chair away, okay? You ready?"

Derek nodded, his grip on Stiles' hand didn't loosen still.

"Alright ready and off we go." Stiles helped Derek stand and shuffle to the side, out of the way of the chairs.

"Solid ground, you're good." Stiles held Derek, letting him find his balance.

"We're so sorry about that. If you see the front desk, you can give them this. Free drinks for the remainder of your stay." A middle aged man dressed in a coat with the lodge logo handed them two vouchers.

"Thanks." Stiles took them and helped Derek to a nearby bench.

Derek still held onto Stiles. He felt like he was still in the lift. The ground shifted below him despite him not moving.

"Let's get these off." Stiles bent to help take Derek's skis off.

"Thanks," Derek said quietly.

"No problem." Stiles pulled his own skis off and held out a hand to Derek. "Can I offer you a hot chocolate by the fire?"

Derek considered declining and turning in for the night, but Stiles had been so nice and helpful when he didn't have to be.

"I'm worried I'll throw it up but sure." Derek took Stiles' hand and let him lead him inside.

"What about something small on your stomach? Ginger snaps are great for nausea."

Derek nodded as he took a seat in one of the small sofa's near the giant fireplace that sat in the middle of the lodge.

Stiles headed to the bar and slid the vouchers across. "Two hot chocolates and a plate of ginger snaps, please."

He took in a deep breath as he waited for the order. Taking care of a stranger on a ski lift was not something he thought he'd be doing right now, but somehow he was having more fun than if Theo was there with him.

"Here you go." Stiles set the try down on the table in front of Derek and took a seat next to him.

"Thanks." Derek reached for a cookie, having shed his jacket and gloves.

"Should you call Erica and Boyd or..." Stiles shifted in his seat. Honestly he didn't want to leave Derek but he couldn't glue himself to Derek's side just because he was here alone.

"No. Let them have the night."

Stiles nodded.

"You know, I'm technically here alone too. If you don't have plans tomorrow, maybe we could go ice skating. Give Erica and Boyd more time alone together without me having to come up with some obvious excuse." Derek stared down at the hot chocolate in his hands. The warmth felt good.

"You want to use me to get Erica and Boyd together?" Stiles quirked a brow.

"Well I didn't mean—"

"I'm only kidding. I'm invested now." Stiles laughed.

"Besides I owe you for—" Derek jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

"You don't owe me anything, Derek."

Derek looked up, meeting Stiles' eyes. The fire light danced in the bright brown color.

"I'd still like to make it up to you. I'm...honestly embarrassed." Derek dropped his eyes again.

"Dude, don't be. I didn't mind helping, if I even did."

"You did." Derek looked up again.

Stiles smiled before putting his mug to his lips.

Derek watched as Stiles licked the whipped cream from his lips. "Your boyfriend is an idiot."

This caught Stiles by surprise.

"Ex-boyfriend. And you don't know me. I'm a handful." Stiles plucked a marshmallow from the top of his drink and popped it into his mouth.

"Is that what he said?"

Stiles scoffed. "I talk a lot. I fidget too much. I'm always on the go."

"Those are the reasons he ended it?" Derek frowned.

"Supposedly. If you want my opinion, I think he met someone."

Derek snorted, "Figures."

"If you don't mind, I'd really rather talk about anything else." Stiles shifted in his seat.

"Right. Sorry." Derek was never good at cheering people up.

The pair talked for the next two hours before a blond came bouncing over.

"Derek!"

"Erica." Derek smiled at the blond.

"You didn't call and I now see why. Hello." Her eyes fell to Stiles.

"Hi." Stiles smiled.

"Derek, who's your friend?" Erica nudged Derek's shoulder.

"This is Stiles. We were stuck on the lift together."

"You didn't say he was cute," She teased. "I'm Erica, this is Boyd."

"Nice to meet you." Stiles' cheeks flushed at the compliment.

"I would have called but—"

"No, no, you don't have to explain." Erica cut in, a wide grin on her bright red lips.

"I'm guessing you're done skiing for the remainder of the trip." Boyd frowned sympathetically at Derek.

Derek huffed a laugh. "Yeah, probably."

"Okay, well what do you want to do instead?" Erica snagged a cookie from the plate, taking a seat on the arm of the sofa next to Derek.

"I actually invited Derek to go ice skating tomorrow. If you guys want to come with." Stiles looked at the pair with innocent eyes.

"Oh I'm terrible at Ice skating," Erica pouted.

"I can help you. I worked at a rink for a while in high school," Boyd offered shyly.

"Oh that's right." Erica beamed.

Derek tossed Stiles a smirk.

"Great, then I'll see you down here at say, ten?" Stiles asked, his eyes on Derek.

"Sounds good." Derek couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips.

Stiles stood. "Nice meeting you two."

"You too!" Erica grinned.

"Goodnight, Derek." Stiles met Derek's eyes.

"Goodnight, Stiles."

-

Stiles was downstairs at nine-fourty-five. His fingers tapped on the top of the bar as he waited for his coffee. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He shouldn't be, it wasn't like it was a date. Derek was only going because he felt obligated to pay back Stiles for helping him.

"You're down here early," Derek's voice pulled Stiles attention.

"Yeah, just getting a—" at that moment his coffee was set in front of him. "—Coffee."

"Great minds think alike." Derek took a seat on the stool next to Stiles.

"Can I get you one?" Stiles asked with a wide grin.

Derek rolled his eyes as he watched Stiles push his free drink voucher across the bar.

"One more, please."

"Thank you." Derek shook his head.

"Where's Erica and Boyd?" Stiles looked to the large stairs that led to the floor of rooms.

"Getting ready. They'll be down shortly."

"I hope it was okay that I invited them. I know this isn't a date, but it could act as a sort of double date for the purposes of…you know…" Stiles waved a hand toward the stairs.

Derek smiled. "I think it's a great idea." He grabbed the coffee that was set down in front of him.

"So are you any good?" Stiles asked Derek.

"I'm actually a very good ice skater. Boyd used to let me in after hours when he worked at the rink."

"Great, well, I'll forewarn you, I'm terrible." Stiles gestured to himself. "Clumsy."

"But you can ski?"

"Oh no, I'm terrible at that too."

Derek let out a laugh. "Seems like a ski lodge wasn't the best place for you to vacation."

"It's still fun even if I am terrible."

"Well maybe I can give you some pointers."

"I will drag you down. Be warned."

Derek shrugged."You helped me on the lift, it's the least I can do."

"Nothing like a good obligatory date," Stiles teased.

"That's not what—"

"It's fine," Stiles cut in. "I'm only messing with you."

Derek looked like he wanted to say something else when Erica and Boyd reached them.

The walk to the ice skating rink wasn't far. The storm from the night before had moved on, leaving behind about three inches of fresh snow.

Stiles and Derek watched with a smirk as Boyd helped Erica lace her skates.

"They really are cute together," Stiles whispered.

Derek nodded in agreement.

A wide grin spread across Stiles' face. "How long have you two been together?"

Boyd and Erica looked at him like deer in headlights.

"Oh, uh…" Boyd cleared his throat.

"We're uh…" Erica glanced to Boyd.

"It's not…" Boyd looked to Derek for help. Derek only smiled.

"Oh, I see. Sorry, I just assumed. You're cute together either way." Stiles feigned innocents.

Erica beamed while Boyd gave her a fond smile.

"Alright, Derek, time for you to hold my hand," Stiles said, shuffling to the edge of the rink.

Derek stepped onto the ice like it was just regular ground. He spun to face Stiles, holding his hands out.

Stiles took them and gingerly stepped onto the ice.

Boyd and Erica followed suit, only Erica managed to steady herself whereas Stiles' feet instantly went out from under him.

"Whoa, easy." Derek released Stiles' hands, wrapping his arms around his waist to keep him from falling.

Stiles could smell the cologne Derek wore and the faint smell of coffee as he was held close to Derek's chest.

"I warned you," Stiles said as he got his feet back under him.

"I got you." Derek smiled.

"How are you so steady?" Stiles asked as he flailed his arm, trying not to lose his balance again.

"Spread your feet a bit more and bend your knees."

Stiles did as Derek said, carefully.

Derek carefully moved in front of Stiles, taking his hands again. "Now move one foot at at a time, leaning forward with your body."

Stiles tried and failed three times before he was able to move forward.

Carefully Derek skated backwards, leading Stiles, who was less skating and more shuffling like an old man with a walker.

"You're getting it," Derek encouraged.

"I'm definitely not but thanks." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Here, watch me." He led Stiles to the side railing before letting him go.

Stiles watched as Derek glided across the ice effortlessly.

"Ridiculous, right?" Erica huffed, shuffling along the railing towards him.

Stiles saw Boyd skating towards her with a wide grin. "I thought you were right behind me."

"Oh I was." She smiled. "Then I wasn't."

Boyd rolled his eyes. "Come on."

"Good luck," Stiles offered with a grin as Boyd pulled her back away from the safety of the railing.

Stiles' eyes turned back to where Derek was skating towards him.

"Show off," Stiles teased when Derek reached him.

"You try."

Stiles let out a sigh before pushing away from the railing and towards Derek who was slowly skating backwards away from him.

"Just follow me."

Stiles pushed forward and managed to make headway before losing his balance. His feet went out from under him, but before he could impact the hard ice. Derek's arms caught him once again.

"How did you get to me so fast?" Stiles asked as Derek set him back upright.

"If you're this bad at ice skating I'm almost willing to go back on the lift to see you ski."

"I'm a much better skier than I am a skater."

"Have you ever been skating?" Derek asked doubtfully.

"Once. Third grade. My crush at the time had a birthday party at 'Golden skate'. I bruised my tail bone within the first five minutes."

Derek snorted with a shake of his head.

Stiles shifted slightly which sent his left foot into Derek's ankle. The pair went down in a tangle of limbs.

Stiles and Derek burst into laughter as they fought to untangle themselves.

Stiles stared at Derek in awe. He was stunning with his nose slightly red from the cold, his mouth split into a wide grin.

After an hour of Derek coaxing Stiles along, he was able to skate unassisted. It wasn't graceful like Derek or Boyd but he was just happy to be staying on his feet.

"We had good teachers, huh?" Erica asked skating carefully up next to him. She gestured to where Derek and Boyd were skating effortlessly around the rink together.

"This is the longest I've stayed on my feet." Stiles laughed.

"You two want to take a break?" Boyd asked as he and Derek skated towards them.

"I could use some solid ground and a hot drink," Erica said. "How about you, Stiles?"

Stiles only nodded. He didn't want this to end. He really liked spending time with Derek.

"You two go sit and we'll get some drinks," Derek offered, gesturing to umbrella covered picnic tables.

"This has been fun. It's nice to see Derek having fun." Erica smiled.

"He's been a lot of fun to hang out with."

Erica snorted. "You're the first person to say that."

"Why?" Stiles frowned.

"Derek isn't the most social. He's great with us, but most people find him…rude or mean."

Stiles thought about the glaring and growling up on the lift. "He was a bit grumpy on the lift but I just assumed it was because we were stuck."

"Well he seems to like you," Erica said thoughtfully.

Stiles hoped the cold hid the blush he knew he was sporting.

"Here you go." Boyd handed Erica a hot chocolate while Derek handed one to Stiles.

Stiles noted the mistletoe that was strung up under the umbrella edge just above Boyd and an idea popped into his head.

"I think we should photograph this moment. Derek take their picture." Stiles grinned as he urged Erica to stand next to Boyd.

Derek frowned as he pulled out his phone. "Okay…"

Stiles leaned over his shoulder and pointed to the mistletoe that hung above the pair in the picture.

Derek smirked.

Stiles feigned surprise. "Uh oh."

"What?" Erica asked, her smile fading.

"Look up." Stiles pointed above the pair.

Boyd and Erica looked up to see the mistletoe hanging above them. They looked at each other. Erica smiled. Boyd leaned forward, giving Erica a chance to pull away. Instead she leaned in, catching Boyd's lips on hers.

Derek and Stiles smiled triumphantly.

Derek gave Stiles a fond smile. Stiles responded with a wink.

When Erica and Boyd pulled apart, Erica was beaming.

"Like I said, cute together," Stiles said.

After their hot chocolate break, the four of them skated for another hour before heading in for lunch.

After lunch, the group was standing in the large lobby where the fireplace was burning.

"Well, I had a lot of fun today." Stiles shifted.

"Oh come on, we're not done. We thought we'd try snow tubing. There's no lift. It's a conveyor belt," Erica said, turning to Derek.

"Oh, I don't want to intrude. It was nice enough that you let me go skating with you guys."

"What? No, come on." Erica tugged at his arm.

Stiles glanced to Derek.

"I could use the company," Derek said, gesturing to where Erica and Boyd were holding hands.

Stiles agreed. He was secretly thrilled to spend more time with Derek.

-

Snow tubing went better than ice skating. They spent almost three hours tubing. By the end all of their tail bones were sore. They had dinner and before they knew it, it was late into the evening.

"Stiles, you have to give all of us your number, because we're keeping in touch," Erica demanded.

Stiles smiled. "Okay." He handed over his phone, where Erica put in the numbers before sending a text to each of them.

"There, now there's no excuse. I demand to hear from you at least once a week."

Stiles nodded obediently. He was dreading his flight tomorrow. He'd really enjoyed spending time with not only Derek but Erica and Boyd as well.

Erica nudged Derek's arm sharply.

Derek rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. "I umm, I usually visit my sister around the first of the year, she lives in Buffalo. Maybe we can…meet up?"

Stiles practically beamed. "I'd like that."

"We should take a picture." Erica clapped her hands together. "By the fire."

She took one of Derek, Boyd and Stiles. She took one with all of them and then one with Stiles.

"Oh let's do one more." Erica grinned mischievously.

"Stiles and Derek. Stand here." She pushed them over to where a string of garland was wrapped around a small archway.

Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles and smiled.

Erica snapped the picture and her smile widened.

"Oops." She pointed above them. And in the middle of the archway was mistletoe, hanging between them.

Stiles' face flushed brightly.

"Erica he has a boyfriend." Derek glared at her.

"Ex-boyfriend. Technically," Stiles corrected.

Derek looked at Stiles with a raised brow.

"See? Oh come on. You two look cute together. It's one kiss." Erica huffed, her arms crossing over her chest.

Stiles' eyes dropped to Derek's mouth. He'd love to kiss Derek but he couldn't decide if Derek wanted to kiss him.

Derek leaned forward slightly. "You don't have to do this."

"Neither do you." Stiles swallowed.

Neither moved away, both caught in place.

"Mistletoe is just a stupid tradition," Derek said, leaning in more.

"I don't even celebrate Christmas," Stiles agreed, following Derek's movement.

There was maybe five inches between them.

Stiles isn't sure who broke first but before he knew what was happening, Derek's lips were against his where he tasted the faintest hint of chocolate.

It was a sweet kiss, simple and unmoving.

Erica clapped and let out a small whoop, causing them to pull apart.

She winked at Stiles. "Like I said, cute together."

Consider buying me a coffee, I would really appreciate it!

[megamindsecretlair]

First and foremost….

HAPPY BLACKITY BLACK BLACK HISTORY MONTH😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

How u doin?? How’s ya health?? Really hope you’re like tremeeeendously better. How’s ya loved ones an shit? I be forgettin ta ask like real life questions cuz we all somebody behind these letters and screens. I’ve been distant from Tumblr (no good/bad reason, just life be life-in) so I’m playin catch up now.

Okok so I rewatched They Cloned Tyrone and yall…it might just be me ion know🤭but it don’t hurt ta question. You remember Issac? The nigga who shot Fontaine (well really the dude w/run over leg) at the beginnin at Royal?? An at the end he came round wit the whole overthrowin shit??

Yeah him…..he growin on me😩🤌 like Fontaine level growin on me (I just needa know if someone sees what I see cuz that nigga can do sum thangs an i wouldn’t mind🤤)

Aight that was it, hope u have a great/lovely day an weekend🤟

I'm SO sorry I'm responding late to you, beautiful! Fuck it, EVERY month is BLACKITY BLACK BLACK HISTORY MONTH. I'm good, over the Covid! It's cold as hell here so I'm hoping I don't catch something (knock on wood). We all good over here, 'cause they're driving me nuts but they get all the benefits so they're double good!

Hows ya peoples? How are you? I hope you're getting enough rest and taking care of yourself!

YOU KNOW WHAT!!!!! I was definitely checking his fine ass out. Especially in the salon scene, when he came in with the cape around his neck LOL. Don't ask me why, but I was like he a little 🔥🥵WHEW!

That's a man right there. He screams hella dom to me too. Idk, I just love a man I can't tell what to do. But he'd definitely be on his protective shit too? Like, he REFUSES to let you open your own doors, gives you random gifts when he thinks about it. That's a tiredt man!

But just imagine him getting home and you got everything cooked and laid out for him and now that he's home, you can relax 'cause baby got it!

[moon-swag-tourney]

please tell me about your blorbos/myshows i have questions

these are all the series/characters i want to hear more about,,, don't fret if your blorbo isn't on here, some of them i just don't want spoilers for, and others are from things I'm already a fan of!

this is. kind of long bc im curious about a lot of things. but if you spot your guy in here feel free to send me an ask or respond to this!! also this is just in alphabetical order lmao

The main things I'm looking for are:

About the character

The premise of the series theyre in

Please assume this has spoilers, btw!

Aruru Otsuki - Revue Starlight

tbh I don't understand what kind of franchise revue starlight is so that's my first question. But I also see that a lot of people love her and i wanna know what's up with that!! i heard a lot about her experiencing potential found family trauma and that's always interesting to see

Bayonetta

this is kind of a weird one bc tbh bayonetta is rlly popular as is, and it's something i've been wanting to get into for awhile, so my main question is: is it inappropriate for minors or could i watch it and if so what's the best order/sequence to watch the games in??

Cure Moonlight / Yuri Tsukikaga - Heartcatch Precure

tbh im just gay on this one. but I saw a lot of love for her even when she had zero propaganda so i wanna know what makes her so beloved by the precure fans?? and tbh if the precure she's in isn't too long i'll probably watch it

Hisoka Mikage - A3!

I'm gonna let you guys on a secret. this dude is the reason I wanted to make this. he only had one submission but on top of being a long one the amnesia storyline just appeals so deeply to me please tell me how I can absorb info about him and/or watch canon events of him oh my god

Judith - Tales of Vesperia

i think i mentioned it in the ask about her but she's seem interesting!! and im always down for some sapphic storylines!! a lot of it is just that ive heard the tales of vesperia name but never really knew what it was, but off of the descriptions i do have i could enjoy it and wanna hear what exactly it's about?

Moonlight Cookie - Cookie Run

i've. tried to get into cookie run before. but i just couldn't bring myself to care. so i guess my question is can you guys please tell me about how she's a lesbian, as someone who has zero bias whatsoever (lying i am a lesbian) and also just what appeals to you about the story so i can maybe give it a second shot?

Sigma Klim - Zero Escape

listen im all for mastermind plots, even if I know the plottwist going into it. ive seen fanart of 999 from an artist i've admired for awhile and it looks like it could be interesting but i don't know what the series is about so please tell me if you don't mind,,

Sirius Gibson - Witch's Heart

im a sucker for games with different endings, and also a sucker for small indie games that have a lot of passion put into them. i'm not actually sure if that's what this, but that's what i assume it is, and it looks interesting enough to give a chance either way? but i don't

Ursula Callistis / Shining Chariot - Little Witch Academia

so uh. fun fact. one of my siblings actually tried to get me into little witch academia once! and then we never continued bc i guessed the plot twist of the teacher being shining chariot, but that was very early on before i'd really gotten attached to anyone. what im trying to say is if you can pitch the writing and/or characters of this that would be epic sldkjf

Vanitas of the Blue Moon - Vanitas no Carte

i honestly can't remember what appealed to me about em off the top of my head, but it mightve been that one post with the gifs going a bit more into the lore of the story? as of now im just a sucker for the aesthetic but i wanna hear more about the premise to see if its my kind of story sdljf

Yue / Yukito Tsukishiro - Card Captor Sakura

i actually have friends who are fans of ccs! well. friends of friends im not super close to but it still counts! i wanna hear more about them bc tbh i both think he could be interesting and im sure said friends would appreciate it :'D i also just don't know a lot about ccs premise though, if you'd like to offer that instead!

[carolingarts]

William Afton is a businessman with some engineering experience who owns a robotics company- Afton Robotics LLC. He's an asshole and nobody really likes him but he's good at what he does. He's just...unlikeable because he's genuinely unhappy. He doesn't want to be a businessman he wants to be a performer.

In fact, he spent a good chunk of his life wanting to be a performer only to be shot down for being too overweight, too off-putting, too selfish, mean, etc. So he's given up and resigned himself to what he considers a life of mediocrity...

Until he meets Henry Emily.

Henry Emily is aloof, shy, and an actual genius who (to William's annoyance) doesn't use his robotic skills to make money, he just wants to make *things*. Bonding over their shared miseries, required families (Afton has a single son, Henry has a daughter.) Afton sees an opportunity to exploit the inventor...but Henry is kind and shares his work and Afton becomes transported.

Point of fact he becomes obsessed and liquidated a considerable amount of his assets in his own company, barely retaining its name, to found Fazbear Entertainment and open its first franchise, effectively running away to join the circus with Emily.

Henry and he study the building of attractions and characters with William finding a degree of interest in haunted houses and the absolute control you have over an individual in an entertainment setting.

Afton is a conman at heart, a coward shaped by a lack of people praising what few positive qualities he has (if they exist) and the notion of total control, stimulating a mind with labyrinths of sights and smells to entice people to lose their inhibitions and live in a world controlled by single groups of people, fascinated him. He pursues this side of the business while Henry focuses on technology and means of it's advancement.

William Afton has never been *well*. He is however unwell in a way Americans can overlook. He is smart, he can be charming (until you get to know him) and he has money. It is ultimately Henry who creates the monster that Afton becomes thanks to his own hubris.

(AUs presenting Afton as a masochist who enjoys being in Henry's creation are fine. The creator of this theory however, considering canon and Scott's values- I can't conceive of the guy writing a dude who becomes aroused by pain in a kid's series.)

Afton becomes the victim of 'the spring lock incident" that leaves him physically damaged and knocks what few screws he had in place loose. Something happens here.

(Okay so B7-2 talks about remnant creatures in these leaks and a lot of people assume that Andrew and Afton splitting created a 'remnant entity' when I'm pretty sure agony in incident one did it and created Eleanor.)

William isn't stupid when it comes to science. Encountering this remnant creature he wants to study it. However he can't repeat the experiment on himself (coward) and he convinces himself he can't on adults-

(But this man is a scientist he had to have tried at least once and either failed or created something he couldn't conceive of or control...like shadow bonnie and freddy.)

He's a scientist tho. This is key. He's just obsessed with entertainment. He's never been able to do it. So he has to craft a space to put the techniques he learned about manipulating the senses into practice.

A haunted house or themed attraction could be the sort of thing that makes a perfect controlled environment. Humans respond easier to smells then sounds (just ask anyone who's been in a haunted house) so he crafts a gas- a toxin- designed to create fear for him to experiment with.

He finances this by going hat-in-hand and selling the idea of a restaurant to his former partners at Afton Robotics. Stealing and 'improving' on some of Henry's designs he intends to gather the fear and study it further. He builds his lab, designs his robots theoretically to collect more once he discovers what it can do and either kidnaps or has Elizabeth and Garrett.

He does care about his kids the same way any scientist would care about any experiment - important not to kill them off before he learns what he can- but Michael his only confirmed biological kid- ends up killing his brother.

(Michael it can be argued is the only confirmed biological child since when dealing with Old Man Consequences you hear Afton screaming for him to help him in hell.

He's also the only *actual* parallel - to *charlie.* Scott has said he takes the novel trilogy from different points of view. Michael is a 'robot' with ennard in him. Charlie is also a 'robot' with ennard in him. Charlie's a relative non-entity in the games only bringing people to life. Michael Brooks is a relative non-entity who uses Golden Fredsy to communicate in the books.

Afton's experiments don't produce results, they produce further psychosis. So he ends up in a fit of madness causing the MCI looking for more up close results, producing more remnant. Then he gets spring-locked a second time and 'dies' only to be reanimated.

There you have it. My supposition for Afton's motives, his plans for his work, the how, the why.

And it makes me wonder *just how powerful* his nerve gas is and what it'd do to adults because everything is warped in the mind of a child.

(And the obvious is obvious. Fazbear is bringing back his work presumably after acquiring Afton Robotics using his tech to create real immersive environments.)

Anyway. Submitted for the approval of the midnight society and such after a whole lot of manic produced rumination. I can provide documentation if requested, just too tired rn.

[loveoaths]

new mandalorian episode thoughts:

finally, cameos i care about! (outside of andor)

wish jack black and lizzo had fucked on screen for 30 minutes though

din saying "handy" made me laugh. his dialogue has always been dumb as hell but handy really got to me this week

shoutout to the old man sleeper cell agent for a political party that hasn't existed in 40 years. gotta love his tenacity!

love that a dude can release murder nanobot droids and his punishment is to hang his head real low and do a slow walk of shame off to private exile on a moon somewhere! like unironically i do love that because fuck prison, but also watching him mope off like a kid who got told he gets no dessert tonight was stupid as hell. A+ all around

it's becoming more and more annoying to me that grogu didn't get to stay with luke, because he serves zero function in the narrative right now. this season would feel more balanced if the story was split into three: din helping bo retake mandalore; luke training grogu; and moff gideon's schemes spreading corruption and and dissent throughout the new republic. as a triad, din's absence from his own scenes would feel less jarring because we would be balancing two other stories, grogu and luke's characters would be expanded on and become plot relevant again as grogu's powers advanced, and more seeds of intrigue about gideon's plans could be spread without dropping 30 minutes of pershing bullshit into a single episode, which i am still flabbergasted about

this really really should be bo katan's own show (i get why that isn't possible etc etc) and sometimes it annoys me that it isn't, because while a good creative team could have made this show a two-fisted hand-off from din to bo that didn't feel jarring, this creative team is not that. so it still feels off to me personally to tune in knowing i will see din for all of 5 minutes in an episode

however i am enjoying bo katan's story. i just wish din wasn't relegated to audience surrogate / question asker so bo can exposit / be cool. because even the action shots / din action moves are reduced and bo katan takes the spotlight for fights even when it would fit din's character just as much to make certain moves / take a fight highlight, but also because this series is now about setting her up as a redeemed action heroine figure, it makes sense why they are shifting focus in everything to her. still feels not right though. i hope they at least find smoother transitions into her focus scenes because right now it's just. not the best. and imo people would respond to her better if her narrative was seen more as assisted by/woven into din's, rather than her suddenly taking his place in the narrative, which is what i suspect the anti-bo fans are actually upset over. trick people into thinking they want the same thing as you do, and they will. but the season's structure so far has done the opposite of that, which is bothering people, which is bothering me because i have to see those people complain about her all over my dash

fix the season for me and me alone favreauni. thank u.

[twilightguardian]

@kob131

The OP blocked me so I didn't see your reply. Which, fair enough, if they don't want to get notified of our discussion. It was their post, we honestly should have moved off it earlier.

I switched because you literally said your problem was his arrogance. What, would you like me to ignore that and keep focusing on the word spite? It was what I was originally talking about, with most people either claiming one or the other or usually both at the same time, and then you clarified your position on the matter. So I switched. It's not hypocritical, my dude. It's how conversations work.

You don't get to talk about me sidestepping your challenge. My response was to tell you to actually watch his damn content because that's where you'll find it if you want to see it so badly and you ignored it and then shot back a challenge at me without acknowledging it. That's not how things work, my dude. Learn about how burden of proof works, please.

If you couldn't possibly bother to look up anything on Raymond's channel that's your own damn fault, like it would be my own damn fault if I saw... idk, one video of Unresolved Textual Tension's videos and complained about Maria's flippant recapping of the book she's reviewing. If I didn't watch any time they review a book she likes and she still reviews the book the exact same way meaning she isn't flippant out of hate, me bitching about how salty she is would mean I have egg on my face. There's plenty of examples in his reactions where he praises the show's writing that tell me you didn't even bother.

You don't get to make stuff up about how you perceive someone to be when you don't bother to do anything except watch (maybe, or maybe you don't, I don't know you, nor have I looked you up. I am just responding to you as you are right now) his Fixing videos and then claim he's arrogant because he said on his twitter one time that he thinks he's better than M&K.

And really, who cares? Having a writing job on a show doesn't inherently make you a good writer. It means that their works are public and up for critique, which anyone is free to do. Writers on other shows are called bad all the time. Stephen Moffat was called a bad writer all the time who should have stayed an episodic writer. Raymond has said that he doesn't think they're BAD writers, either. Just that, like Moffat, their strengths are with shorter, more contained stories. You'd know that if you watched his content, because he's said it multiple times. Point is, Raymond backs up his words with action while most people don't. Most people just sit and complain and say 'bad writer' and then move on with their lives. Raymond is a writer and is doing FRWBY and his own content outside of Fixing RWBY.

Anyway, I do believe I didn't fully take a look at what you were saying and respond to it, you're right, so I'll correct that.

Prove it. And not by saying "this thing sucks". Actually explain in detail why certain things you take issue with are a problem and taking into account the changes Fixing RWBY has made into context. It should be easy for you to do, since you claim he didn't do a single thing better. Not a single aspect is done well. Nothing at all. So you should have plenty of material to choose one thing.

Keep in mind that I may actually agree with you on something. I don't think Fixing is perfect, but just because I don't think that something is the way that I would have done it means that it's bad necessarily. You have to look at more than one aspect before you determine the difference between it not being for you and it being actively bad. Stepping away from your personal preferences to look at something objectively, I can understand the decisions made.

Mupa and I talked about how it would have been easy to make Ren or Jaune Ozpin's host. Ren has the green theme, same as Ozpin. He can also pull off the wiser-than-he-seems aspect. Jaune is meant to be Joan of Arc. Hearing voices in his head is RIGHT THERE. Missed opportunity, if you ask me lol

Though I've said it before, I actually chewed Raymond out in vc once for replacing Oscar because I was looking forward to seeing his interpretation of Oscar. I also pointed out that the point of Fixing is to stick to canon as close as possible.

Thing about spiteful passion is that you quickly get burned out by it. It wears you down if you keep it up for long periods of time. Raymond has been working on Fixing RWBY for YEARS. Because he loves the show. He's said he loves the show multiple times on his channel. Doing a big project on something you love also wears you down, but you are rejuvenated in the end by the end product. Things made out of spite are only effective in the short term, not the long.

You're making a lot of assumptions here, bud.

That a fan, who has less power than the creators, cannot or should not have the ability to insult the writing. He doesn't insult the writers, at least as far as I remember. He doesn't say 'fuck Miles/Kerry the piece of shit' or anything like that, he says he's a bad writer. Oh. How terrible. He's made jokes before about burning idols of Miles in his backyard, sure, but that's not an insult. It's comedy. You don't have to find it funny, but it's not meant to be taken seriously, it's not a threat; the guy jokes around a lot.

That as a fan he should be held up to the same standards as the professional writers, who are held to a professional standard and judged accordingly. Keep in mind: a lot of fanfic authors out there do believe themselves better than the writers of the fandom they write for. Or unrelated professional authors. There's a reason 'I've read/written better fanfic than this' is a common insult.

He does less and risks less of himself than the original creators. What does this even mean? How do you know how much work Raymond does or does not do to make Fixing RWBY? Creating a base world like RWBY is easy. It can be done in mere hours. Or any story meant for younger audiences, not to talk about RWBY specifically. Sailor Moon is a very simplistic story whose premise and characters can be created in a few hours. Spice and Wolf is a premise that is very simplistic world building. And I've seen plenty of authors who have put blood, sweat and tears into writing fanfic, or rewriting something. Making sure the lore is correct, or references something, the characters are fundamentally the same, expanding on things, adding things that don't contradict, and if you are changing aspects of the canon lore, making sure it still is within the boundaries of what the canon is. My own fanfic is an example I've put a lot of thought and effort into with it being an AU pseudo-rewrite based on my gripes with my own main fandom, so I have to constantly cross-reference to make sure I get characterization right despite the alternate scenario and build up new character arcs from scratch despite a lot of the work already being done for me. To say that because he's building off something already established so he doesn't work hard is an insult to all fanfic writers.

This is just reiterating the point you've already tried to make. He's a fan who is not making money selling Fixing RWBY. Thinking that you should criticize a fan making a fan project is a dick move in any fandom that I know of. It's a nonsense question and just makes you look more like a bully. It's a power dynamics thing. Raymond has no real power over RWBY. He's "punching up" as they say. Anyone claiming that they should have the right to criticize a fan and say things about them because "they're doing it too" is being petty and acting like a child.

For the record: didn't Miles literally say he hates people who criticize just to be spiteful or to be mean? He called out people who do that because it's inappropriate. So why do you feel it's okay to do it when the person you're supposedly defending doesn't condone your behaviour?

Raymond loves criticism, actually. He looks forward to any time someone can give him honest critique of the show. He actively says at the end of his Fixing videos to leave comments and criticisms in the comments section. He addresses them. He's acknowledged mistakes that he's made, and strives to do better.

Not all criticism is written equal, though. Saying 'I think this thing is weak/poorly executed because of xyz reasons' is different from 'ew you did zyx how dare' or 'how dare you change [literally anything] you're a hack writer'.

One is a genuine critique talking in detail about the flaws and why they view it as a problem. The middle is saying they don't like a concept. Okay? Noted, I guess. The other is straight up being a troll or a petulant child.

Raymond takes into consideration the first, sometimes the second and laughs at the third. But he's also allowed to defend himself.

Skipped to here in your next post because I already addressed what you said above.

It's subjective. Also, you're being the second person in the example above. What else am I supposed to say here? 'Nuh uh.'

If you don't explain why, there's nothing to talk about. I do not agree it doesn't improve shit. I don't agree it bloats anything and I don't agree that the project is overworked.

Like I said, get up off your lazy ass and look at his reactions for yourself. They're right there. He talks about what he likes and what he doesn't like and everyone usually says he's consistently the nicer one of the group (to RWBY) apart from Dashie. It's not my job to make you drink, I will just point in the direction of water. If you haven't watched his reviews and caught when he compliments the show, that's on you. If you haven't seen when he says directly that he loves the show, that's on you.

But here, scroll through this guy's post. If the videos are still up then watch them. Now you can't say I didn't show you where. Because they're right there.

Eat your words.

Back to your current reply.

It literally doesn't matter, friendo.

Also you claim to know how much his book has been seen now? How many people bought his book? Since you know so much, please tell me, I'm curious. His video views on his announcement aren't indicative of that, I hope you know. The Artificer has been reviewed by at least one other youtuber, a booktuber, so it's out there. It might get picked up by more. Not everyone who casually reads books leaves reviews, either. I know I'm one of those people, because I have nothing substantial to say, or I just don't feel like it even if I do.

I ask why the hell do you care about his other works and whether they're popular. But if we're comparing here, you have a company of at least 300 people by the time of volume 2 compared to a single man. And you think a company with a budget of any kind, no matter how small it may be for marketing and merchandise is really comparable to one man? Like frig. Bigger youtubers than him don't even compare to Company money. Shadiversity for instance, for all his popularity, doesn't compare to Company money.

It's disingenuous of you to act like they are.

I'm not lying lol

Saying you're a better writer than X doesn't make you spiteful gtfo with that stupid argument lol

You're so caught up with that one little thing. Is that your main gripe with him? Would you actually think not a whole lot is wrong with Fixing RWBY if he didn't say that one singular thing you don't like? Are you basically trying to give him a taste of his own medicine? If not, then what the hell does it matter? He said something you don't like. Do you go around disliking and talking shit about everyone who has said something you don't like ever? Or do you move on because in the end it doesn't matter?

You think he's not proving himself better. Say how and why. Popularity doesn't matter, my dude. There's plenty of quality shit out there that's obscure. Look at all the things out there that bombed at the box office but became cult classics. Doing numbers is not indicative of quality.

You perceive him to be arrogant. Doesn't make him so. I think you just have a stick up your ass because he insulted someone you have attachment to and admire and you view him as a bad guy meanie head for it.

I don't think he owes Miles or Kerry anything. He doesn't need to be nice to them. It's ridiculous to think that just because his channel makes money off RWBY content that means he has to be grateful to the writers of the show and thus not say anything derogatory about them.

It's also none of your business, nor do I understand why you whiteknight (not meant to be an insult, it's just late and I can't think of synonyms) for them so much when you don't even know them personally as people. They're professionals. They're big boys with big boy pants who take criticism a lot better than you have. It's the professional world. They're not the only writers who have had mean things said about them, and they're not the last. They probably have learned to let the criticism roll off their backs and pick out what is harsh, but fair criticism and what is just people frothing at the mouth.

He's not fucking MysteriousMrEnter where he used to fly into such a rage calling them names and wishing death upon them he caused other people to harass the writers of Spongebob on twitter. He said the writing was bad. You can criticize someone's work without insulting them as people. You can criticize someone's work without thinking the writers are bad people. Raymond has shot ME down when I said they were bad writers and explained to me where he thinks their strengths are. I've said it many times. If you haven't seen him say it when he has multiple times, that's on you.

He HAS said things in a fit of rage and he regrets it. Terrible thing owning up to his mistakes and trying to be better. What an asshole.

Nah. It's because after I replied to you the first time I learned you're a known issue in the community and I had little faith in you that you would actually be honest. Plus, I'm busy; leads to inaccurate reading, for whatever that's worth. I'm making up for it with this by giving you the proper attention. If I was actually like Lilith Fairen I would have blocked you the moment you replied to me and then kept talking about you behind the block, laughing at how pathetic you were for being a rwby stan who thinks it's okay to harass small creators and blah blah despite that not being the reason you were talking to me.

It's happened before, where I thought I could have a decent conversation with someone only to learn they'd actively ignore anything Raymond said that was positive, the person wanted to believe whatever he wanted about the man and say shit about his content due to that false belief that he hated the show. I'm glad you are actually talking to me and engaging, but we'll see where it goes.

[moonjxsung]

✨Starrr, my love✨

Girl, I got some drama. So recently I joined a one shot for dnd where I live and got the phone numbers from the other 3 players, right. But today one dude, let’s call him Hal, started off by postponing our meet which was meant to be on the 31st of this March to JULY 1st??? Literally texted this at one in the morning.

And this afternoon, in the group chat Hal had randomly said “I learned a new racist term for black people from a guy from Washington State.” And the other girl and I in the group both were telling him, “okay, we don’t want to know. Please keep that to yourself,” and then he still said it. 🙂…

The other girl, let’s call her angel, responded with “If u think racism is funny we’re just gonna leave. I’m sick of men thinking jokes like that are okay.” And this bitch (Hal)(pardon my language) really replied with “Too bad. Life sucks. It's not fair. Nobody cares what you think. Not all racism's funny, just some of the jokes,” and in a moment of me regaining a sense of conscious from being so astounded at what he had said I respond with “Apparently having common decency is a virtue…” And this dude really pulls the ethnicity card of “oh, I’m Norwegian. A part of our whole thing is to raid villages and to die in battle.” And then continued to talk about how he got a kick out of seeing people suffer and when I told him that he should just respect peoples’ boundaries more if he wants to work with them he started going off on me and ended up saying some racist things to me like “go back from where you came from if your going to be so sensitive” and I just ignored him at that point…

But after, Angel and the other boy in the party started a new group chat with me and we’re gonna make our own campaign and actually have fun, so it worked out in the end!

-🌕🌊

OH MY GOD???????? No that’s literally insane……. People who think racism is funny in the year 2024…… 😐 it’s never been funny considering it’s the lowest hanging fruit possible like you’re expecting somebody to laugh at a stereotype about a certain group? A slur? Where is the joke…. Enlighten me please…..

My ex was a lot like this toward the end (and he played dnd too) and whenever I’d tell him some stupid shit he said wasn’t funny, he’d joke that he was going to find another woman who did find those jokes funny (and he did, the girl he cheated on me with was incredibly racist!) but until the very end and until the day I die I will maintain that people who find racism to be “funny” are the least funny, least creative, least likely to contribute anything useful as long as they uphold those dumb beliefs. Men like that need to touch grass once in a while, good god 😭 and then they wonder why they have no friends, idk man I think it’s because you’re a ✨loser✨

ANYWAYS I’m so glad you started your own campaign and got rid of that dumbfuck that’s so exciting!!!!!! Glad you guys called him out and made him feel bad for his dumb jokes SHAME ON YOU DUDE. EVERYONE BOOED

lmk how the campaign comes along rahhhh I love hearing about people’s dnd campaigns!!!! Sending you sm love my angel 💓💕🩷💞💖💘🫶

[nightttdreamers]

Coolest Place in the World / Craig x Kenny

yay crenny one-shot! writing craig was a lot of fun, as in i gave him Problems and made him suffer a little but all for a happy sappy fluffy romantic ending!

TW for recreational drug use and suggestive content (off-screen smut)

if you like this pls feel free to leave a like as it will make my day and i will start smiling at my computer like an idiot! formattings a bit better on ao3 if you prefer to read there

AO3 Link | 4k words | One-Shot

Craig Tucker hates beer. He hates parties. He hates college. He hates the fact that he never feels like himself and he can't connect with people.

He finds Kenny McCormick who changes at least one of those things.

The party sucks.

It’s fine, because Craig didn’t expect it to be fun. As far as he’s concerned, every party sucks. College parties consist of a bunch of strangers pretending to have things in common to hide how deeply lonely and miserable their lives are. At least in South Park they didn’t have to pretend. There, he could always step away from the music and the crowd and everyone would know that it’s just Craig needing some Craig time. In college, he can’t sulk in the corner or rely on his obnoxious friends to pull him out to the dance floor. If he goes to a party, he has to take several smoke breaks just so he can be alone without looking like a loser.

He feels around in his pocket. He’s out of cigarettes.

“Craig!” Shouts a familiar voice. Clyde emerges from the crowd, triumphantly holding up two beer bottles like trophies. He’s grinning, like grabbing them drinks at a party his fraternity is throwing is some big accomplishment. 

Craig is happy he made it out of South Park. Granted, he only made it as far as Denver, but he was glad he could get into any college that wasn’t local with his grades. And even though his goal was to get as far as he could from that shithole town, having Clyde around still is nice. Though the two actually attend different schools in the city, Clyde still drags Craig to social outings like he did in their hometown.

“What took you so long?” Craig asks, accepting the bottle that Clyde holds out to him. He’s the furthest thing from a lightweight, unlike Clyde, so the beer is basically useless to him.

“Got held up with the brothers,” the brunette explains. Craig wishes they were with their old gang just so he could make fun of how lame Clyde sounds when he calls the other members of his fraternity his “brothers.” But, the brothers were kind enough to let Clyde bring Craig tonight (even though Clyde had thoroughly explained that Craig was gay and would not be stealing any girls from them), and he didn’t feel like getting kicked out for dissing the hosts. “You having fun, man?” Clyde asks.

“Sure,” he muses, sipping his lukewarm beer. “This tastes like ass.”

“What?” Clyde shouts over the music, leaning in closer.

Fuck, he hates yelling at parties. “This tastes like ass!” He repeats, louder this time. Though it's unlikely, he follows up with “Wanna go smoke?”

Clyde pulls away, scratching the back of his neck. “I dunno, I don’t think that’s my thing tonight.”

Sometimes, at parties, Craig turns into an asshole. Like, an actual asshole. It’s something about the combination of too many strangers, crappy music, and whatever substance he’s ingesting that makes him so irritable. Right now, he hates Clyde a little bit for having such a dodgy answer. He hates himself a little bit too for asking a question he already knew the answer to. He really hates that he’s only been there for thirty minutes and already needs a break, but Clyde’s completely fine. 

But, Craig doesn’t let this show, he just shrugs and nods like he doesn’t care and he’s a normal person capable of enjoying shitty beer at a shitty party.

“I think there’s a dude in the yard selling, though,” Clyde offers with a helpful smile. “Overheard some guys in the kitchen talking about it.”

“I’ll check it out,” Craig responds, giving Clyde a small nod before he heads towards the backyard. He’s grateful for the fresh air once he heads outside, but not the realization that comes with it: Clyde probably thinks his offer was about getting high and not just getting his nicotine fix, which is why he was sent outside to find the party’s dealer. 

He feels like an idiot. The last time he tried to get high with Clyde, the brunette cried for an hour. 

Still, smoking would give him something to do with his hands right now, so he follows the scent of weed in the air to the presumed dealer. However, he stops dead in his tracks once he realizes who he’s really approaching.

There’s two girls, but he hardly notices them beside the blonde boy that they’re talking to. His nose is bent at a bad angle, like it’s been broken a few too many times. His shaggy blonde hair looks like it’s been cut with kitchen scissors, falling just above his shoulders. Most notably though, he has a cigarette poking out between rows of crooked teeth, lips curled into a cocky smile. The boy raises his brows like one of the girls told him something of interest, and then he turns and locks eyes with Craig.

Craig is a few feet away, probably looking like an absolute idiot with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans. After some eye contact that’s far too direct for his liking, he mutters, “Hey.”

Kenny McCormick removes the cigarette from his mouth and stares at Craig with wide eyes, resembling his nine-year old self so much that Craig knows he can’t be wrong about this. “Craig Tucker.”

Craig glances around for some reason, like Kenny could possibly be mistaking him for someone else. “Yeah.”

Kenny nudges the girls next to him without looking away from him. “Have a good night, ladies,” he says, handing them a joint that’s been tucked behind his ear. The girls take it and head off, giving Craig strange looks.

His mouth feels dry. He hasn’t seen Kenny since middle school, no one has. The last thing he expected was to find him, let alone in Denver in the backyard of Clyde’s frat party. He also wasn’t expecting Kenny to have gotten so hot, but he doesn’t linger on that for long because Kenny’s still staring at him and saying nothing. “So you sell weed in the backyard of frat parties now?”

This question seems to bring the blonde back to reality, reminding him of where he is. He takes his eyes off Craig and looks down at the money in his hands, sliding his backpack off to tuck it away. “Yeah, amongst other things. These Denver kids pay anything. I just charged those girls thirty bucks for a J. Are you-” Kenny’s eyes darted between the contents of his backpack and Craig. “Are you looking to buy? I got everything.”

“I’m not really looking to pay thirty bucks for a joint,” Craig replied flatly.

Kenny cracks another smile, pulling a joint out from his backpack and holding it out. “Friends and family discount. This one’s on the house.” Just as Craig reaches to take it, Kenny pulls it back. “But you gotta share.”

Craig knits his brows together. “What?”

“Consider it an act of South Park solidarity,” Kenny says. Craig wants to question him, but he holds his tongue. Honestly, all he wants to do right now is talk to Kenny. 

There’s something wrong with Craig. He doesn’t really know what, but he knows that it keeps him tied to his hometown in the worst ways. Clyde seems unaffected; He can go to college and play sports and join fraternities and flirt with girls, living off beer and dining hall food. Meanwhile, Craig feels like he’s watching his life from the passenger seat, and whoever’s supposed to be steering him is making all the wrong choices.

But right now, with Kenny, he feels like he’s behind the wheel again. Despite how much he hates South Park, he could always be himself there in a way he can’t be in Denver.

Kenny’s looking at him again in that way, and Craig realizes he hasn’t been talking. “Yeah. Better than hanging out in there,” he says, glancing back at the frat house.

“So, you’re in the frat?” Kenny asks, and Craig is grateful for how skeptical the question is.

“Hell no. I don’t even go to this school. I tagged along with someone.” He doesn’t say he’s here with Clyde. He doesn’t really know why. It feels a bit selfish, but Clyde doesn’t need this like Craig does.

“And they let you in?” Kenny asks, sparking the joint. He takes a few puffs before passing it over.

“Barely,” Craig pauses, taking a hit. “Is there tobacco in this?”

Kenny grins, seeming incredibly proud of himself. “I remember you were one of the only non-goth kids that actually liked smoking. I figured you would be a spliff enjoyer.”

Craig just stares at him for a second before replying, because Kenny McCormick might be his savior right now. Something pulls at his chest, but he’ll blame it on the smoke. “Nice,” he says, which he hopes tells Kenny thank you, you’re an angel and not just because you’ve given me my nicotine fix.

“Frats never let me in at first,” Kenny says, running a hand through his hair, revealing a few hidden ear piercings. Hot. “And then I open the backpack and I’m like, hey, this party is going to be super fucking lame without me. And they go, oh you’re the weed guy.”

Craig hands back the spliff, nodding. “And that’s who you are? The weed guy?”

Kenny scoffs. “Motherfucker, I’m the everything guy. I’ve got weed, I’ve got coke, molly, poppers, shrooms, acid. I have narcan, I have condoms and lube, I’ve got fucking advil. I am literally the life and death of the party.”

Craigs brows raise, and not just because Kenny looked right at him when he mentioned poppers. “Damn,” he says, because he’s not sure how else to respond. There’s a lot going through his mind. When was the last time he actually saw Kenny? Maybe it's because they’ve been passing the spliff back and forth, but Craig feels like he still hasn’t fully taken this all in yet. He’s not sure if he’ll see most of the kids from his old class again. But the last person he ever expected to run into would be Kenny.

“You’re staring,” the blonde says, prompting Craig to open his mouth to come up with some excuse. “It’s cool, I’m kind of staring too.” Craig looks into Kenny's eyes, which are darting all over his face like he’s looking for something. “It’s crazy.”

“When was the last time I saw you? Middle school?” Craig asks, trying to justify his fixed gaze.

“Probably,” Kenny replies with a shrug. He turns away then, taking a deep drag before passing it over.

“You dropped off the face of the earth,” Craig says. He lets the joint sit between his fingers for a moment. It wasn’t uncommon for Kenny to ditch school for periods of time, which is why it’s not clear exactly when he dropped out of school entirely. Craig just remembers about a month or so going by before people started realizing that he wasn’t coming back. “Everyone thought you died.”

“I did,” Kenny says without an ounce of sarcasm in his voice. 

Craig blames the strange reply on the fact that they’re both a little high. “Shut up,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“No joke. I died, and death was like ‘Okay let’s go asshole’ but then I woke up not dead the next morning, and figured that I probably had some shit to get done, so I left.” Kenny looks at Craig like he’s told the story dozens of times. 

Craig takes a hit, because he doesn’t know what to say and he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands. That feeling he gets when he talks to strangers comes back up, he’s back in the passenger’s seat. He knows he’s about to say something incredibly stupid. “It’s like The Seventh Seal.”

Kenny quirks a brow. “What?”

Craig does not mean to keep talking, but the obnoxious film student side of him seems to be taking over. “It’s, uh, this old Swedish movie about this guy who returns from war and he meets Death and Death tries to take him but he thinks he has more to do so he challenges Death to a game of chess.” And then, he hears himself saying something possibly even stupider than an insanely outdated film reference. “I can show it to you.”

Everything is slowed down, leaving the conversation-killing comments Craig just made to hang in the air between them. He remembers now why he doesn’t get high at parties, because then he has to talk to people. Kenny’s expression is completely unreadable, and Craig is just about ready for his only lifeline at the party to ditch him.

“Like right now?” Kenny asks. 

Craig almost coughs, but plays it off as him clearing his throat. “What? I mean, I meant like-”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Kenny cuts him off, dropping the nearly finished spliff on the ground and stomping it out. He looks back up at Craig, then smiles. “Didn’t seem like either of us were really having fun anyway.”

“Yeah,” he replies unsurely, followed by a firmer “Okay.” Clyde’s not gonna be happy. Kenny begins walking out of the yard, and when he’s not looking, Craig shoots his friend a text; heading out. feeling weird. hangover breakfast tomorrow?

He feels a little bad, but then he looks up at the back of Kenny’s head, that choppy blonde hair, and the sounds from the party begin to fade out into the night as they slip through the side of the house, and he doesn’t care about anything else.

The walk back is long. Craig’s campus is on the other side of town, about a forty minute walk. Kenny doesn’t offer up his place, and Craig doesn’t question him. All the deliberation about their destination is Kenny asking if he lives in a dorm (yes), and then if he has a roommate (no). They talk about what they’ve been up to for the last five years. For Craig, it’s pretty mundane. Trying not to flunk out, lamenting his little sister’s journey into young adulthood, dealing with his obnoxious friends.

Luckily, Kenny does most of the talking. He was pretty quiet when they were younger, Craig remembers, only chiming in with a dirty joke or insult towards one of his friends. But now, he’s expressive as he explains what he did after running away from home with a stolen car. Whatever calling he felt all those years ago told him that he needed to make some kind of money. He seems a little sensitive about how he ended up dealing, leaving out some details that Craig doesn’t ask for. However, Kenny boasts that he’s able to send it back to Karen to keep the lights on back home. Though he might’ve gone missing for the rest of the town, he’s kept in touch with her.

It’s the most Craig has enjoyed someone else’s company in a good while. When Kenny speaks, Craig finds himself brushing against his arm. It’s cold, and the little bit of warmth he gets from those small moments of contact radiate through his entire body. There’s something magnetic about Kenny. When they make it to his dorm, it’s like no time at all has passed.

Craig opens the door to let Kenny in and feels more nervous than he has in a while. It just hits him in that moment that Kenny’s actually in his dorm, they didn’t even do this when they were kids. Then, the other realization that he has a guy in his single room to watch a fucking movie hits, and Craig wipes his palms on the side of his jeans.

“Congrats, Craig, this is the most generic dorm room I’ve ever seen,” Kenny says. He’s walking around the small space, arms folded over his chest.

“What?” Craig asks, closing the door behind them.

“No posters, plain blue comforter, you’ve got like one family photo and some dirty clothes on the floor as the only indicators that someone actually lives here.”

Craig tries to think of an excuse that’s not I don’t feel like I could ever make this space my own, and then realizes that, what the fuck it’s just Kenny McCormick ripping on him, same way they all used to rip on each other. “So you see the inside of a lot of dorm rooms, then?”

Kenny smirks, his face now fully visible in the room’s fluorescent light. Craig stares again. “Are you slut shaming me right now, Tucker?” He asks, though he doesn’t seem offended in the least. Craig forgets to breathe for a second. Is he flirting with me?

“Don’t we have a movie to watch?” Craig says. He wants to change the subject from the dangerous territory they almost just approached. “You can sit,” he says, gesturing to his bed before he grabs his laptop off his desk.

Kenny drops his backpack onto the ground, kicks off his shoes, then sits down on Craig’s navy comforter, leaning back against the wall. 

Craig sits beside him, keeping a respectable difference, and starts looking through his downloads folder to find the movie. He tries his hardest to keep his eyes on the screen, even though he knows that Kenny’s looking at him right now. 

“You want me to turn the lights off?” The blonde asks, pushing down on the top of Craig’s computer a little bit. Craig only responds with a small nod. He watches Kenny get up, looks at the way his torn-up jeans fit him, the flash of those ear piercings. He watches Kenny and makes a decision.

“You know, I do have one cool thing in my room,” Craig says as Kenny sits back down on the bed.

“Yeah? A shitty porno stash?” Kenny teases again, and Craig can just see his cocky smirk in the dim light of his computer.

“No, asshole,” Craig replies. He turns to his night-stand and turns on a small, black projector. The room lights up in different shades of purples and blues that dance across his ceiling in waves, accented by tiny stars of different shapes and sizes, all swirling around the two of them. Kenny just looks up, his smirk fading fast. “Um, I used to have these glow in the dark stars in my room at home, but I thought that if someone came to my dorm and saw them, they’d think I’m really fucking lame. Which, I might be a little bit. But, I don’t know, it’s cool to look at when I’m high and it, uh, kind of reminds me of being home.”

Kenny looks back to him, his face glowing in all different colors in the light of the projector. “You’ve changed.”

Craig raises his brows, not quite expecting that response. “Since I was thirteen? No shit.”

“Nevermind, still the same sarcastic asshole,” Kenny says, chuckling. “Maybe you haven’t changed, then. Maybe I just never got to see you this…” He trails off.

“This what?”

“This closely.” 

It occurs to Craig how close the two have gotten now. There’s no more respectable distance. He looks down to see that their knees are touching now and when he looks back up, Kenny’s leaning in to kiss him.

It’s short-lived. When they stop, Kenny stays close, his lips just hovering over Craig’s. He’s asking if I want to keep going. Craig reaches up and runs a hand through Kenny’s hair, pulling him back in. The two shift, with Craig leaning back and Kenny coming to straddle him. There’s an unpleasant sounding thud from below them, and Craig realizes they’ve knocked the computer off the bed.

“Shit,” Kenny mutters.

Craig just chuckles. “Forget about the fucking movie.”

He wakes up the next morning to the sight of Kenny’s bare ass across the room.

It takes him a few seconds to remember how he ended up in this situation. Right. Clyde’s party. Found Kenny in the backyard. Came back to the dorm. Had insanely good sex. No wonder he feels so sore. 

Craig basks in the view for a second, not just of Kenny’s ass as he pulls his boxers on, but of Kenny in general. He knew he felt something with Kenny last night, and attributing that to their shared history just didn’t feel right. From the moment they kissed, Craig realized that their connection actually ran much deeper than he thought. 

He admires Kenny in the morning light the way he couldn’t last night, spotting freckles he didn’t see, little scars and birthmarks. However, the realization that Kenny’s getting dressed pulls him out of his just-woken-up haze.

“Got somewhere to be?” Craig asks, voice groggy with sleep. 

Kenny jumps, looking back to him. “Shit, I was trying not to wake you up.”

He sits up now, pulling the comforter up to cover his lower body. “You were just gonna leave without saying anything?” Craig asks, hating how childish he sounds.

“You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to disturb you,” Kenny replies, though Craig can tell he’s not being sincere.

The warm fuzzy feeling in his chest quickly vanishes, leaving a cold hollowness. He’s done one-night stands before, why does he care if Kenny wants to slip away without a word? Without any hint that he wants to see Craig again?

And why does the thought of Kenny leaving hurt so bad?

“What the fuck, Kenny?” He says, trying to keep his voice even.

Kenny looks around, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know what you want me to say here, Craig. Last night was great? I had fun?

Craig swallows. Maybe it was all just one-sided. Maybe that was just sex for him. “Sorry,” he says, looking anywhere but Kenny. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m not trying to make you stay if you don’t want to. Last night was kind of more than just fun for me.” He leans forward, putting his head in his hands. 

Kenny sits on the bed across from him. “What do you mean?”

Craig sighs, keeping his gaze fixed down on his bed. “I don’t know. I thought you would stick around.”

“Do you… want me to stay?” Kenny asks. Craig looks up at him, and Kenny’s expression is plain as day. He’s scared.

Craig’s brows knit together, and he knows he needs to be plain with how he feels right now. “Of course I want you to stay.”

Kenny looks off,, and it’s like Craig can see him sorting things out in his head. After a little while, a smile comes across his face, and Craig lets out a breath. “Shit, this doesn’t usually happen.”

His candid response prompts a laugh from Craig, which Kenny quickly returns.

“Move over, Tucker,” the blonde says, giving the other a push. Craig slides over in his twin bed, leaving just enough room for Kenny to slide under the comforter beside him. “I wasn’t trying to fuck and duck, I just didn’t think you’d want me to see me in the morning.”

Craig props himself up on his elbow, watching Kenny who still seems too nervous to recline. “Why wouldn’t I want to see you?”

Kenny opens his mouth like there are a million reasons on his tongue. Instead, after a moment, he just lays back down, looking up at Craig with a smile. “No clue. I’m a catch.”

Craig laughs again, rolling his eyes.

“So, what now? You wanna cuddle and all that gay shit?” Kenny asks, gently tracing a finger over Craig’s forearm. 

Craig’s not quite sure what he wants to do. He wants to get closer, wrap his arms around Kenny and drift back to sleep. He wants to kiss every freckle along his shoulders and work his way down. He wants to ask Kenny about every scar he can see in the cold morning light. He just wants to bask in this moment for a while.

“How about that movie?”

[ma-gic-gay]

Thank fucking god Will Byers is over Mike Wheeler.

Having feelings for that idiot was the worst, most confusing time of his life and only like half of it was because he was having his gay awakening and also that Mike was dating his sister. Nowadays, he is able to acknowledge it was probably just a bare minimum attractiveness and the whole high of the chase thing that made him fall so deeply and quickly. He no longer feels like that and, rather, thinks that getting over him was the best thing to ever happen to him.

However, Will has a thing for unavailable friends, apparently, because he likes Dustin now. Dustin, who's never shown any interest in having a relationship. Dustin, who probably doesn't feel the same way about Will. Dustin, who's probably too good for Will and even if he's not, is probably straight.

It's fitting that they're always together, seeing as their friends are dating. Everyone's in pairs: Mike and El, Lucas and Max, Dustin and Will. He's perfectly fine with that.

Doesn't mean it makes his feelings for Dustin easier to manage. If anything they're harder to, harder to keep under wraps. He has to, though. His friends know he's gay, but he doesn't want to be the predatory gay dude.

Still, Will thinks he's failing to hide his feelings from Dustin. Dustin has to know, he's been acting weird lately. Well, not weird per se, but slightly different. It doesn't make sense. Will knows he's good at hiding feelings, he can fake things so well his mom doesn't even know. So why's Dustin acting weird?

If Will were a more confrontational person, he'd ask. But he has a crippling fear of fighting, so he doesn't do that. He pretends everything is fine.

And that works for a few weeks. But then Dustin's still acting weird and Will is still worried so he blurts out, "Are you okay? You've been acting weird lately and I just want to make sure you're not doing something bad."

Dustin looks surprised and, to an extent, caught. "What are you talking about, Will? I've been perfectly normal. I'm the same guy I've been since kindergarten."

"No you're not. You're distant and acting weird and I just- it doesn't feel like you," he struggles to explain. Mike's the one who's comically bad at communicating, not Will. Will's the one who can responsibly communicate all of the things he thinks of. Will is the smart one, the one with emotional intelligence.

"I'm fine," Dustin says again. It's defensive, not a normal Dustin tone. He's not normally on the defense.

"Why won't you just tell me what's wrong? You're obviously going through something and I want to help because," Will stutters for a moment, "because I care about you! So stop hiding from this and tell me what's wrong."

He can see the moment anger hits Dustin and it's reflected in Will's eyes. Anger is a perfectly normal reaction in this situation. His best friend, his crush, isn't fucking talking to him.

"What's wrong is that I feel like I'm going insane! What's wrong is that being around you makes me feel all weird and blushy and butterflies in my stomach like we're in a fucking John Hughes movie. What's wrong is I'm half sure I'm in love with you and I don't want to be because what the fuck, you know? I don't want to be in love with you because I'm pretty sure that if I am, it'll end with us getting shot or something!" Dustin shouts. Will's never been so happy that no one's at his house.

Dustin likes him back. Dustin feels the same way. Dustin has feelings. For him. Will feels like he's about to faint.

Instead of fainting, he responds, "Well I feel the same fucking way! How do you think it feels, being in love with a guy I thought was straight? Again!"

Dustin doesn't respond with words, instead he kisses Will. When he pulls away, he asks, "Still think I'm straight?"

HOLY SHIT

I LOVE GAY PEOPLE

OUTSTANDING WORK

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Demons Grasp - Chapter 11

Warning: Some gore, blood, death.

Something warm hits my face, then I hear a clank and a thud.

I see no light, no long lost relatives.

Slowly, I open my eyes. The stranger - I still have no idea what his name is - lies on his back in front of me. His one good eye stares into the night sky, unblinking. A hole gapes in his forehead, blood oozing from it.

He is dead.

I scramble backwards, landing on my butt, kicking away from the body. When I touch my face I can feel something wet. Brining my fingers in front of my eyes I realize that my face is covered in his blood.

I barely register the steps behind me. I am grabbed below my armpits and dragged to my feet. Someone puts an arm around me and starts leading me towards the exit of the alley. I see Tess running towards me. But I do not know if she reaches me. Because my knees buckle suddenly. And then there is only blackness.

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I wake up and find myself lying on a leather seat. I smell wood, booze and perspiration. And blood. Why do I still smell blood? Oh right, I am covered in it.

Slowly I sit up and look around. I am in a dimly lit dive bar. One wall is occupied by a dark wooden bar. Shelves stacked with an impressive collection of bottles line the wall behind it. Scattered throughout the rest of the room are tables with mismatched chairs. There are booths along the wall opposite of the bar, separated by L-shaped leather benches like the one I am sitting on.

Tess sits on a stool, with her back to me. A blond woman, clad in leather, stands opposite of her behind the bar. She notices me first. “Good morning, sunshine. How are we feeling?” Her voice is rough, like that of a heavy smoker, but friendly. “Peachy” I respond. “What happened?” Tess swirls around and hops off her stool. She comes over, slides next to me into the booth and pulls me into a hug.

“Damnit, MC. You had me worried sick. When I walked in here earlier I noticed that you were not behind me. I went back out but you weren’t there either. I had a really bad feeling about this. So I called Jacky” she nods to the woman behind the bar “and her people to help me look for you.” “People?” “The others are still out taking care of the body” Jacky chimes in. 

“We got lucky and found you in that alley with that dude holding a gun to your head. This is when Jacky sprang into action. He was so focused on you, he did not even see her coming. She was the one that shot him.”

“Thank you, Jacky. You saved my life. But I’m sorry I put you in such a position.” “Not my first rodeo,” she shrugs. “You look like you could use something strong.” I nod and get up to walk towards the bar, legs still wobbly. I gratefully accept the glass she filled for me generously and knock it back in one gulp. Dan would be proud. But this does take off the edge a bit.

“So, this place is yours?” I ask. Jacky nods again. “Have been for twenty years.” “Tess mentioned that you could help us. More than you already did, I mean?” Another nod. “We are accepting private security gigs, like protection from domestic violence, transport of valuables and so on. Most of my people are vets. They found a home and a purpose here, after they got home.” 

“I can send six men,” she continues. “My best. Their services are yours for ten grand.” I have to swallow hard. That is all my savings plus some. I will figure it out. “Thank you.”

As she fills up my glass again, I notice a phone lying on the bar. “Is that his?” “Yes” Tess picks it up. “He received a call from his employers, right before…” my voice trails off. “That is good news. We might be able to trace back that call and extract more information from the phone itself.” Tess seems to be genuinely optimistic about this, which I find comforting. “Let’s head back to the others and get to work, then.” she chirps.

“Before we do that. Tess, I could really use that shower now.” “Sure thing.”

Jacky puts a card on the table and pushed it over to me. “My number. Let me know when and where you need us.”

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We Lost Dee Snider

This past week or so, Paul Stanley of KISS (the most sellout band to exist, by their own admission even, but that's a different topic) put out a statement that was transphobic. It wasn't overtly so, but it was a statement designed to appear "reasonable" because it didn't use violent rhetoric and made an appeal at allowing for trans people to exist with caveats. That latter point is like Centrist porn; pleasing 'both sides' of an issue regardless of what the issue is, regardless of the merits of either side involved. There's a reason why that meme of "some murder?" exists but I digress.

After he put that statement out Dee Snider, who used to be something of an icon for being more hip on progressive politics than his peers, basically betrayed everything that made him beloved. He agreed with Stanley's statement, saying it was "reasonable," but also recontextualizing his own past in how he dressed and why he did so. Naturally, this upset people, and rightfully so. I took a different approach, uselessly attempting to respond to him on Twitter with a calm argument.

That argument being, Paul Stanley's statement is reliant on taking conservative talking points in good faith. Which they are never made in, it's always bad faith, it's also manipulation and propaganda. The crux of Stanley's statement was the children are being "forcibly trans'd," which isn't objectively true (and I will say here, telling children that trans people exist is not the same thing as forcing them into conversion; it that logic were true, informing children that thieves exist means you have made a child into a thief - see how that shit doesn't make sense alt-right assholes?). I urged Dee Snider to listen to trans people and read their accounts of how they learned about themselves, their journeys, their hardships, and because of social media being what it is, he probably didn't even see it. And hell if he did, there's always the high chance he didn't care.

What he did care enough about was to put out a statement, decrying the labeling he was starting to get for being transphobic. It would've been one thing if he made an honest mistake when talking about the issue in passing and wanted to make a statement to address it and make amends, but that's not what this was. Snider's statement was all about his ego. It was about him saying, "I'm not transphobic because I say so. Look at how I'm invited to this LGBTQ event!" That last point is disingenuous because the news of his betrayal hasn't quite gotten around yet, and having someone booked for an event doesn't get overturned in an instant. It takes time. Which hey, we will see how the LGBTQ community and its leaders respond to him and whether or not they invite him to future events (which is what matters).

But I still want to say what I want to say to Dee Snider: My dude, I am not trans myself, I consider myself an ally. Whether or not I am an ally is up to trans people to decide. I can aspire to it, but it's not for me to say. And it's not for YOU to say either. For any given social movement rooted in helping marginalized peoples, those peoples call the shots on what to do, when to do it, how to do it. When women pushed for the right to vote, it was up to them when and how to fight that fight. It wasn't up to men to tell them anything. When the Civil Rights Movement went down, black Americans were the ones to direct how it should be done and how everyone else could help them and each other (seeing as intersectionality is a huge part of movements). It's no different with fighting for trans rights. You and I Dee Snider, we don't tell trans people what to do. They point at the problem, they say what we can do to help about it, and then we act.

And I get that it'll be confusing sometimes, because trans people are not a hivemind. They're split on how to engage or disengage with particular problems or people who cause those problems. In that case, use your best judgment, but as long as you're following the direction of the people, you can rest a little easier that your claim to being an ally is safe. At the end of the day, it's about them, not you.