#I am in one server and I love the people in there :) shout out

[cha1cedony]

I love that Discord has the ability to be so cozy and close-knit, but I hate that it’s so blocked off from the rest of the internet. And you can’t lurk; you HAVE to be active (or at least active enough to get in in the first place). Ahem anyway. you should invite me to your Discord servers.

🌀 Oooooo you want to invite me to your extremely niche DnDads Discord servers so bad ooooooooooooooooooooo 🌀

…or send me an anonymous ask about my favorite uhhhhhhh? mustelid or something. Ask me for good Lieder on a specific theme.. I’ve been listening to them all day. Maybe this shouldn’t be on my fandom blog???? It has been derailed ANYWAY idk I’m just feeling antsy and rambly hi 😁 How are you HAHA

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent things.. mostly just writing screenshots lol

[14dayswithyou]

I literally have the most amazing and wonderful community in the entire world???? T_T In this essay, I will—

This is going to be raw and unedited because I want to get my initial thoughts out there before I forget n go back to crying /pos, but?? Yawl.... I can't even begin to find the words to express how appreciative and grateful I am for each and every one of you!! ;v;

I've spent the past few hours reading through everyone's personally written messages, then rereading them all again to let it all fully sink in. I'm being genuine when I say that I've never felt this loved or appreciated in any community before in my life.

Those in the Discord server might know about this already, but since the start of this year, I haven't really been enjoying myself (nor have I been as active) in the yandere VN community. There was far too much infighting between devs, parasocial communities, and toxic anons that ruined so much for me — so I withdrew from it all and remained in my own small bubble. Even then, I still got belittled, harassed, doxxed, and even became the target of Tall Poppy Syndrome by others; most of which nearly made me want to leave altogether, but the overflowing amount of support from everyone in the 14DWY community made me want to stay.

And even now, after reading all those heartfelt messages... I think it's permanently solidified the little space I occupy here on the internet :3

So... Yeah, long story short (and a story that will likely end up as its own separate Tumblr post gjskskjd), I wasn't enjoying myself at all in the yandere VN community... but I did have the time of my life in the 14DWY community. And it's all thanks to you guys.

I'm genuinely sooooo proud to have such an endlessly kind, social, and talented community; and I'm glad to have brought such an interactive and friendly group of people together over our shared interest in such a nice concept. 14DWY is essentially a labour of my love — and although I'm ultimately creating it for me and my silly interests — it's still something that I want to make worthy of you guys as well. All the love and support you've shown me and 14DWY motivates me to do my very best, and y'all deserve nothing less. So...

Thank you all for finding a comfort character in my Totally Normal Guy and his Totally Not Eccentric quirks. Thank you for all the insanely talented creations y'all make and share with me. Thank you for sending in your silly (/pos) questions and turning them into inside jokes and AUs for the rest of the community to enjoy. Thank you for talking with me and making this space a genuinely fun place for me to be in again.

From the bottom of my heart; thank you all so much. I really hope everyone has had an amazing year so far, and I hope 2025 will be as kind to you as you all were towards me.

I also want to give a big fat massive huuuuuuuge shout-out to Ashe / @flaneur001 my love (/p) for organising the 14DWY letter event on Discord, and for contributing so much of their time and dedication to the 14DWY community. You say you've only been part of the community for a year, but to me, that was a year well cherished and appreciated. The 14DWY community (and me especially) have all been so lucky to spend this past year with you, and I sincerely hope you've enjoyed it as much as we have. You've done so much for me, the community, and the 14DWY Discord server, so it's only fair that you get the recognition you deserve. So thank you, Ashe!! And a big thank you to everyone in the 14DWY Discord who participated in this event as well!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some cryin and sobbin to do <3 /silly /pos

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

For context:

A few days ago, @meagancandraw (Night-Waker) and I did a lil' "what-if" scenario in a private server of what would happen if Moon punched Sun after a hallucination-driven breakdown and then ran off and was visited by someone who gave him the clarity he needed.

The following is what transpired:

NIGHT: He's starting to hallucinate, goes to hit one, and it ends up being Sun.

Sun: Moon-! Moon: DON'T TOUCH ME! (THWACK)

And that's when he snaps out of it-

ME: The sound echoes, bouncing off the walls and ringing in Moon's audio receptors. There's a frightening sting that spreads across the back of his hand. The swirling black and red of his vision vanishes practically in an instant as he stares mortified at Sun, who cups his cheek with an equally mortified look. What did he…? No…no no no what had he done-- ?: M-Moon…?!

NIGHT: Moon can only look at Sun, at the hand holding his cheek. It looks dented, and there's specks of dark blue visible between his fingers. Moon slowly looks down at his own hand, and sees where small streaks of paint have been violently scrapped off, exposing the grey underneath. He feels sick. Moon: I- ?: Sun! Lunar runs into the room (Oh God how long had he been standing there how much had he seen), asking Sun if he's okay. The sound is muffled to Moon, however, as he continues to stare at his hand. There's more talking - or is it yelling? - but he can't tell from who. All he hears is static. Horror blooms in his chest and spreads through his circuits

ME: Earth suddenly rushes in as well, looking between the two. She asks what happened but doesn't get an answer from either, so she asks Lunar, who fills her in. Her eyes widen and she looks to Moon- God that look…The way she looked at him--horrified, scared, angry--he couldn't bear it.

Before anyone can think to stop him, he turns and activates a random portal, and flees into it.

-

NIGHT: Moon [begins] spiraling and thinking his whole family must hate him. They should. Not only did he fail to protect Solar, now he's hurt Sun in front of them. He's a horrible brother. They don't deserve as terrible as him. Is hurting his family all he's good for?

ME: (imagine while in Beta 10 he starts hallucinating.)

"What, gonna start drowning in your own pity party again?"

He sees hallucinations of his family, one by one. Starting with Earth. Then Lunar. Then even Eclipse. Then Sun.

Then Old Moon.

All of them berating and sharp, pushing the dagger in deeper. "You promised you would be better." "Why weren't you honest with how you felt?" "You're a monster." "You're pathetic."

"You did the one thing I told you not to do." In the midst of the anguish as the people he loves drive home every wound, he hears a voice he doesn't expect and looks-

to see Solar.

Still a hallucination, but…he is different. He's not shouting at Moon for his failures, he's not calling him horrible things.

NIGHT: "Solar" asking Moon what he's doing here instead of being with his family Moon (crying): I don't deserve to be with them

ME: Solar: What makes you think that?

NIGHT: Moon: Because all I'm good for is hurting them! I hit Sun! I let you die! I can't protect anyone! I'm just as bad as the old me! ME: Solar: Moon. If that's all you ever see in yourself, then that is all you will ever be.

NIGHT: Moon: It's all I am! The old me killed himself because he thought that I would be better, but he was wrong! ME: Solar: Was he? NIGHT: Moon: Yes! Name one good thing I've done that didn't end up backfiring or making things worse for everyone!

ME: Solar: hm. Well…from what I heard about the guy, he didn't have a shred of empathy. So you got him beat on that front. NIGHT: Moon: Yeah… a lot of good that's done for me

ME: Solar: Yeah it has. 'Cept I don't think you actually see what good it's done. NIGHT: Moon: Like what? ME: Solar: well your brother, for one. Would you say you've grown closer since you re-awoke? NIGHT: Moon: I… guess? But I still hit him, and I promised myself that this version of me would never do that

ME: Solar: and you think he's upset with you?

NIGHT: Moon: Of course he is! Why wouldn't he be?!

ME: Solar: well, you kinda just ran before you could see what he'd say.

NIGHT: Moon: … Moon: That's because I'm a coward

ME: Solar: hm…didn't they say he was a coward, too?

NIGHT: Moon: Who?

ME: Solar: the old you. He ran from his problems too, didn't he?

NIGHT: Moon: That's part of why he made me. He had a lot of problems and regrets he couldn't face… If you're here to tell me that I'm doing the same thing right now, trust me, I'm well aware. I guess it's just another thing I have in common with the old me

ME: Solar: I don't think I'm here to tell you what you've already heard.

NIGHT: Moon: Then what are you here for?

ME: Solar: well? You don't want to be like him, right? And if he ran from his problems, what do you think you should do?

NIGHT: Moon: Yeah, I know… I just… (Sighs) I dunno… what if what happened is just the start? What if Sun and the others are wrong about me, and I just keep getting worse?

ME: Solar: everyone has highs and lows, Moon. And the lows can really suck sometimes. That's just how life is. But that's what family is for, yeah? To help pick you back up when you're down?

NIGHT: Moon: …You're right. Heh, even when you're dead you're right … (Tears up) God, I miss you

ME: Solar: (smiles) failing and making mistakes doesn't make you a bad person, Moon. It's how you respond that determines how things go.

NIGHT: Moon: I should probably get out of here, huh?

ME: Solar: they're probably out lookin' for ya right now

NIGHT: Moon: Yeah. I should- Sun: (From the entrance) Moon…? Are you here? Moon: Sun? (Looks over at Solar to see that he's vanished)

ME: Sun: (approaches, finds him staring at the mirror) …figured you'd come here

NIGHT: Moon: Actually, I set the portal to random … …Are you okay?

ME: Sun: (thinks for a moment). Not happy about being punched again, but…I'm fine. And…m-more worried about you, honestly.

NIGHT: Moon: I'm… better than I was earlier… Sun, I am so so sorry for hitting you. I don't think there are any words that can begin to tell you how sorry I am

ME: Sun: I know you're sorry. I do. But…Moon, this-- (sighs) This can't keep happening.

NIGHT: Moon: I know...

ME: Sun: Do you?

NIGHT: Moon: … Moon: The old me gave up his life so I could be the better version of him. I already told you what he told me: To protect our family no matter what. That's been my entire purpose since the moment I woke up, but lately it feels like no matter what I do, it's not enough. That I'm not enough. I keep thinking that if I was smarter like him, then Solar would still be alive, or if I did start killing anyone who was a threat - sure, it wouldn't be right, but you'd all at least be safe

…I'm terrified of becoming like the old Moon, Sun. That's the last thing I want, but KC's already dead, and if I can't keep our family safe, then that officially means the old Moon died for nothing! I know that's not an excuse, but I- I can't lose anyone else, Sun!

ME: Sun: we don't want to lose YOU, Moon! Why should protecting our family be only your responsibility?! Family protects each other, it's not supposed to be one person's burden! … The old Moon, he…I get he did what he did to keep me and everyone safe, but…it still hurt people. It still hurt me.

NIGHT: Moon: I know, and I'm sorry. … You're the most important person in my life, Sun. I love Lunar and Earth, but you're the one who keeps me going. It's your light and your strength that inspires me, and I want to protect that at all costs. I want to make sure nothing ever happens to you or the others, even if it means taking on that burden all by myself. I know it's not fair to you, or Lunar and Earth, but I… I don't think I know how to do it any other way. …But I'd like to learn

ME: Sun: (listens in silence, then after a moment he sighs) Moon. I know you mean well. But—I am not a child. I am not some delicate thing that needs protecting. I can handle myself. Earth can handle herself, we know that. Lunar…more or less. (sighs) But the fact is, our lives are not perfect. Things will happen whether we want them to or not. That’s just how life is. And if you’re so busy going around trying to protect US…then who is going to protect you?

NIGHT: Moon: (Ponders the question in silence) I've… never really considered that, to be honest. I didn't care what happened to me as long as you guys were okay. I can… see why that's a problem, now that I say it out loud… (Sighs) I really screwed up…

ME: Sun: yeah. You did. (he steps and engulfs Moon into a tight hug) but who hasn’t screwed up? I’ve made mistakes. Lunar, too. I’m sure even Earth has. But at the end of the day…we’re still a family, aren’t we? (he squeezes him) You’re a real idiot sometimes, Moon. But you’re still my brother, and you always will be.

NIGHT: Moon: (He hugs him back with his first genuine smile in a long time) Heh, thanks, Sun. I love you, brother

Unbeknownst to any of them, "Solar" is watching them as they leave the bunker. He smiles at the group before fading away…

--The end--

[roseclaw]

Okay sangchengies, let's talk. As people tend not to notice the absence of things, I will straight out say that I have been posting less sangcheng. Fewer fic promos, fewer WIP Wednesdays. That sort of thing. I have not stopped writing (and drawing) sangcheng. I still post things to ao3. But I'm not posting here. Because no one engages with my work. And it is work. This year I wrote a 165k-ish fic in two and a half months. That's a lot. I put it on the internet for free. I will continue to do so and go down with my ship, because that is who I am.

However, why should I make more work for myself and post it here if no one sees it? Why did I say see instead of like or comment? Because if no one does either of those, how do I even know if anyone has seen it? It's just shouting into the void, and I do have a day job.

I know this is a dying fandom. I am aware that every time I post a fic two or more people unsubscribe from my ao3. But let's take a moment. I am a Fandom Old. I have been in many, many fandoms in my fannish career. The life of a fandom depends on its fans. While there's always that bell curve of fandom life, all that matters are a few fans keeping things going.

I would love to know people are still out there and talk with them. Because that is the point of fandom. A conversation, a community. If you want to keep a fandom alive, especially a small part of a much larger fandom, it requires reaching out. Nothing big. I know fandom is made up of introverts. Even a "hey, like the new fic" or even just a <3 is great.

And yes, there is a sangcheng discord server. Only one now (that I am aware of). And even there, there is very little engagement.

This is not to shame anyone. People have lives, and MDZS was very much a pandemic lockdown fandom. However, fandoms stay alive because of the fans. That's us. Because if it's just me shouting into the void, why would I make more work for myself? But if I'm squeeing with another person about our blorbos...that's different. That's what fandom is all about.

[bisexualeddies]

i'm usually not one to make deeply personal posts on main but this year has been kinda crazy and there's a lot of people i want to shout out; but also joining the bucktommy community has been one of the highlights of not only my year but my entire time in fandom 🥺🫶

thank you to everyone in this community who made me feel welcomed; you guys are some of the most talented, creative, funny, smart people i have ever met in any fandom and the fact that i got to befriend some of you this year is literally bonkers. i am also amazed by the way this community didn't let negativity invade this space after 8.06 but instead decided to double down on the positivity and kindness and raised money for charity. you guys are literally so fucking cool.

also, giant shout out to lou ferrigno jr who is so hot and talented he contributed to not one, but two gender and sexuality related crises. no one can do it like you do, babe, and i can't wait to see you back on 911 on abc and whatever other projects you have ahead 🫦

now some personal shout-outs:

@robertsbarbie i know you technically aren't part of the bucktommy fandom and you don't give a shit about this silly show but life would be so boring without you and i couldn't make this post without including you. i can't wait to continue being telepathically connected with you in 2025 and annoy you with silly things that annoy me about two fictional men you don't care for 🥺🫶

@ohithankyou @louisjude my yappers, this year would have been so bleak without the silliness we share with each other. you guys literally make me laugh so much and i can't wait to keep being besties with you in 2025 and for us to have our ears and eyes open to see the truths other can fjsndnd GBLMB 💕🫶

@loullaby @readyforcheddie thank you guys for building the 20 tommy fans server and gifting me some of the best friends i've had in a long time. i love you guys so much and i'm sorry i'm sometimes annoying in there or with my timhatting but thank you for your patience and your support, love you guys so much and i don't know what i would have done without you 🥺🫶

@half-oz-eddie first off, did you know that i absolutely adore you and love you and think you're the coolest???? because i do and i don't think there's any way i could ever show your appreciation for creating the café but also being my friend. i would both die AND kill for you anytime baby 💕

to the gorgeous, wonderful people in the server @tommykinard @loucifersbitch @kinardevans @louvemeanyway @shaunashipman @disaster-j @tommykinard217 @theweewooshow @reginamillls @xofemeraldstars @teenmaximoff @louferrignojrofficial @kiinard @apartmentsmoke @aringofsalt @wikiangela you guys are some of the funniest, most talented, most incredible people i have ever had the honour of meeting and it's so crazy that i get to call you my friends and exist in the same corner of the internet as you. i am so excited to continue joking around and coming up with silly theories and spec and also bitching a little bit with you all. and i am so excited to support you and cheer you on in your new creations for this fandom. i am platonically kissing you all on the mouth 🥺🫶💕😘

[chiclet-go-boom]

i'm gonna wax a little melancholy for a moment.

i am an older. i was around for the birth of the internet, i saw it grow up from the very hectic first days all the way to the nightmare that is today. i've been through all of it: from dial up modems to chat BBS's to MySpace and AOL and the proliferation of personal websites and webrings and forums, yahoo communities and webmail chains, all the way up to now which is the collapse of official anything and everything fragmented to various levels of tarpit "social" media options or tiny little Discord servers where five people huddle or 500 shout at each other.

Tumblr is the only "big" place that has even a modicum of the old feel, driven by chronology and opt-in feeds. And its probably going down soon, with the recent staff layouts and then what do we have? fucking TikTok?

I really, REALLY miss forums. the official ones run by the companies might also have been tar pits full of try-hards, but at least you knew where to go to get the last Word From The Moderator. and you could always find a thread list of fan-sites that ALSO had their own forums so you could dial in on your preferred experience -- find your people, as it were, and sing your song at full volume to them.

and forums were archives - you could lurk and read before you opted to make your account. get the vibe before you committed, figure out who the names were, start a conversation with the ones you grokked the most with to see if they'd accept you. now if you want anything, you've got, what, Reddit if you need an answer to a question? and not a ton else that is easy to find or easy to get into and gosh forbid there be any personal connection at all.

the ground feels both trampled and abandoned at the same time.

(this post brought to you by Love And Deepspace where i just want to find somebody to cuddle up with who will explain how the protocores work, which boyfriend has the most angsty backstory so i can fall in love early, and which substats i should be gearing for. all i've got is Reddit "guides" written by those talking to the endgame people and dubious and out-of-date information with clickbait titles on websites i do not know or trust and its all just a mess of sorrow.)

[rose022]

favorite mutuals

youre so evil for asking me this. marlo. i hate picking favorites among people it makes me feel bad because what if someone feels left out. mero. mono. ive said before but he is one of the people i talk to most often and always feel comfortable talking to and am never scared of and has made me so happy and i love streaming with it.

also anyone if we are in a discord server together you are cool. and tex and adrien. and ace. im lumping in everyone in those two servers tho including You user kaoharu my lovely. ohh and jade!!

oh but also shout out paint for being my first and longest mutual here. i still think youre too cool for me. and that luka comm was my insta pfp for a while. and discord too but rn my discord is by veriri. also shoutout two people who i do not think would like being shouted out very much but lunanitic and 74n i appreciate you both immensely for how much you guys help me when im not doing well even if we barely talk. i also admire tho am confused by you both. oh oh and archie and clari i send you both mzen stuff i see.

i have too many mutuals. i have genuinely i think over a hundred or close to it. if i didnt mention you im so so sorry but blame yvessie for asking me this.

[moosekateer13]

But Daddy I Love Him!

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Friends to Enemies. Enemies to Lovers, Alcohol, Mention of Self Neglect

Summary: Masks are meant to hide identities but sometimes they can have unintended consequences. Y/N and Jared are former best friends turned enemies.  Both come from high-society families that have invitations to certain events. They end up at a masquerade in England, leading to something unexpected.

Inspired by Taylor Swift's But Daddy I Love Him!

I forget how the West was won. I forget if this was ever fun

I just learned these people only raise you to cage you. Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best. Clutching their pearls, sighing "What a mess" I just learned these people try and save you

... cause they hate you

"Seven billion people, and I got put in a room with you." I said.

“Well, I don't want to be in a room with you either, you are such an itchy sweater.” Jared replied.

“Well, you are a cold bowl of soup.” I retorted.

Holy drags me away before I end up clawing his eyes out.

“Careful Y/N your family has a reputation to uphold. You and Jared are having a shouting match and could end up online. You know what damage it could do to your lawyer career, too.” Holy said.

“Yeah, you are right. Thank you for reining me in.” I replied.

“That's what friends are for. We look out for each other.” Holy said.

“We are all dolled up in these gowns, so let's forget about him for tonight,” I said as I put on my masquerade mask. 

My parents usually attend the annual Lunar Luminescence Ball. This time they gave their invitations to me. They said I spend way too many hours in the office and need to get out more. 

Karma Corp personal injury and law. I opened the firm with the money from a trust I got when I was 25. After, a knee injury that ruined my dance career when I was 16. Even if with my parents' lawyers the person who hit me got away. From that point on, I vowed to help people who suffered life-altering injuries like mine. It leaves hardly any time to travel for vacations, which I don't mind. My parents see it differently, though. They felt like I needed a break so here I am.

I take a flute of champagne from the server's tray. I downed the glass pretty quickly. Then grab another.

A guy in a white tuxedo and maroon mask holds his hand out to me. 

I find it ironic that his mask matches my dress.

May I have this dance miss?

 “You may” I replied

We effortlessly glided across the dancefloor.  We are perfectly in sync. 

I miss dancing. I haven't done this in ages.

So graceful like a swan. You must do this professionally.

“ At one point it was my path but life had other plans.” I replied.

“That's a shame”

Whoever this masked man is, he makes me feel at ease and peace. 

I've never felt like this with anyone I've been with.

Princess, may I take you to the room upstairs? I'd like to take this further.

“You may Prince Charming,” I replied.

He carefully swoops me up off the floor and carries me upstairs.

We methodically remove each other's clothes. 

Raw, passionate, euphoric. I never felt this good. No names are exchanged but why would we need to it's only one night.

Princess, those sounds from your lips are like music to my ears.

“Charming, you know how to play my instrument well.” I replied

He sends me to a crescendo over and over. I do the same with him.

I wake up to the sun hitting my face. I don't remember when I fell asleep. My companion from last night is sleeping on his stomach.

I quickly get dressed and leave the room.

Weeks later….

Back in Y/N's New York Y/N's apartment 

A loud pounding on my door. Pulls away from my work.

I yank the door open.

“Jared, what the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

“I figured out that I spent the night with you at the ball,” Jared replies.

I feel the colour drain from my face.

“What? That is impossible. The man I spent the night with was kind, and caring to me. Everything you are not to me.” I retorted.

Jared waves a mask in front of me. I recognize it as the one I wore that night.

“You left this on the floor of the room we shared. I saw pictures online from the event with you and Holy. That's how I figured it out.” Jared said.

I take a step back not wanting him to be so close.

Jared kicks my door with his foot before closing the gap between us.

“You should go, Jared. I shouldn't have let you in.” I replied.

“Can't leave Y/N I've got a taste of you and now I'm addicted. I want more of you.” Jared said.

At just his words I feel myself growing slick and I'm sweating.

Jared smirks at my reaction. I let out a squeal as he picked me up.

He pulls off my flimsy nightgown, followed by my undergarments.

I reciprocate and pull off his clothes. Pulling off his jeans took some extra effort because of the bulge formed beneath them.

Jared pushes me onto the bed.

He fills me with one go. 

  “Damn princess I'll never tire of the way this feels being with you. The way you squeeze me is something else.” Jared said.

I feel myself grow slicker at his words.

“Same prince I'll never tire of the way you fill me and make my body sing.” replied

Hours later and thoroughly marked. We finally pull apart and collapse from exhaustion.

His cum is leaking out of me and onto the bedsheets. I'm going to have to clean that up later.

“What are we going to do now?” I asked.

“I don’t know Y/N but we will figure it out. I can't remember why we went from being close to hating each other.” Jared replied.

“I don't know either,” I said

Jared kissed the top of my head before we slowly drifted off to sleep.

3 months later…

Tart Moment Café

I'm getting glares from Sarah and Hannah Occiden. 

They are so loud I can hear them from where I'm sitting.

“What a mess. She lets Jared use her whenever he sees fit without a commitment.” Hannah said.

“Don't worry, he will tire of her soon.” Sarah replied.

These girls dressed in their Sunday best. They saved me once from bullies, but they only saved me to hate me. It's jealousy, that's for sure. Hannah wanted to be Jared's at one time. He wouldn't give her the time of day.

They look over and realize I hear them. They lower their voices and Hannah goes back to twirling her bleached blond hair around her finger.

Holy sets down the cinnamon roll and tea she got for me.

“The Occiden twins being catty again?” Holy asked.

“Yup. I'm a lawyer so I'm used to dealing with shitty people.” I replied.

I take a sip of my tea before eating my cinnamon roll.

“Well, let's get you away from these bitches as fast as possible. Jared is supposed to be coming over right? You don't want to keep him waiting.” Holy said.

“Yeah, you are right on both accounts,” I replied.

I quickly finish my food which earns a chuckle from Holy. I say goodbye to her before I head home.

Jared is there sitting by the door and greets me with a kiss.

“Mmm, you taste like cinnamon. Eating those cinnamon rolls you love so much from Tart Moment again?” Jared said.

“Yup and let's not waste another moment. You've had a long week at the hospital. I think the paramedic needs some taking care of.” I replied as tug him towards my room.

Jared unbuttons my dress, but we get interrupted.

We hear someone letting themselves in. Jared goes to investigate it.

Jared, what are you doing here? Where's my daughter? You shouldn't be here. All those competitions between you two for grades and awards did a number on her. She focused on getting them instead of self-care at one point.

I ran in to stop the argument.

“Stop, Daddy, things have changed. I love him and I'm carrying his baby.” I said.

My dad's eyes go wide in response to what I just said.

He goes to the couch to sit down.

“Is that true Y/N or did you just say that to stop me from talking?” my dad asked.

“It's all true.” I replied. 

Jared takes my hand in his.

“Sir, I promise I'll take care of her and our baby. After Y/N is my lady.” Jared interjected.

“If you are so sure Jared, and it's Y/D/N. I know when you are both ready. You will make things official. I'd like you and Y/N to have dinner with her mom and me tonight. I know it's short notice but I won't be able to keep the secret of Y/N's pregnancy from my wife.” my dad said.

“We'll be there Dad.” I replied.

He says nothing else and takes his leave. 

 Jared stands in front of me and runs his hands through my Y/H/C. He knows the gesture calms me.

“Well, that was a less chaotic result than I expected. I guess we should go back to my place after we finish up here. So I'm ready for dinner.” Jared said.

“No need. I ordered some clothes for you last week and put them in the walk-in closet in the main bedroom. Now let's get back to what we were doing.” I replied as I tugged him back to the bedroom.

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Hi guys!! Happy Halloween to you all!! I am so excited to have been a part of this event! I have literally had a blast writing for this and getting to make friends with everyone involved. Just to hold witness to their skill, drive and dedication to their chosen craft is breathtaking and I count myself honored to know such moving, beautiful people. I am thankful, from the bottom of my heart, for you all and I can't wait to binge read every single one of your fics and feast upon every art piece made! I dedicate this first chapter to the lovely @dewdropdinosaur, the amazing @xalygatorx, and the magnificent @chefskjssart. I also want to mention all of the lovely people I have met due to this event and everyone from the Helluva Watchparty server! Thank you so very much @fraugwinska and @macabr3-barbi3 for coming up with and hosting this event!! Also a HUGE shout out to @fraugwinska for creating my banner for my story and for creating the gorgeous poster for the event!!! You are amazing~! With that being said, I do hope you all enjoy the story! You're in for a ride for a couple of chapters haha. Have fun and stay tuned~! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your at Chapter 1: Team Player: WC: 4,077

Chapter 2: Left Hanging

Chapter 3: Burning Alive

Summery: Two strangers, good with their hands, one with machines and the other with knives, are desperate to escape the Entity's grasp. You need Alastor more than he thinks he needs you. When you propose a deal, however, it is an opportunity the radio host can't seem to pass up. Maybe with a promising partnership, the two of you might just make it out of the trial alive. Only time will tell if teaming up will have been a useful endeavor... Or not at all...

"Partners...?" Human Alastor x reader

Warnings & Tags: Reader is a survivor, no use of Y/N, Reader has a nickname, Alastor is a little shit, Asexual Alastor, Violence, Blood and Violence, Injury. minor character death.

Improvisation was a necessary skill and was considered, by the general public, a practiced talent that so few possessed; let alone could master. For a radio host, it was a skill that was often expected and anticipated. Having the ability to breeze through topics of discussion and flight of the audience’s fancy with simplicity and ease was envied. 

To be expected, it was an ability that Alastor was exceedingly proficient in. However, he was never one to appreciate improvising with the absence of his favorite tinkering tools…

With great irritation and a brief, sharp snap of bone, Alastor’s second target that evening had become his most recent victim; the body lifeless within seconds of his bold hands clutching around the poor brute’s throat. As dust returns to dust, so too did the corpse of his target fall limp; greeting the mud below with a dense, subdued thud. 

Never before had he been so disappointed in acquiring a kill in all of his existence.

It was honestly such a bore, and terribly anticlimactic in nature, that it had the demon yawning. Barely any exertion was needed on his part as he dropped down on one knee and pilfered around the belongings of the newly deceased. With a sigh he noted the absence of blood his kill had presented him with an ample amount of dismay. The pitiful fight his victim had given him was easily comparable to the emptiness of the broken vessel’s pockets: sad, sparse and leaving much to be desired. Such a waste.

What a forgettable experience…

Finding no object of his desires within the austere expanse of the other male’s personal inventory; Alastor resumed his previous posture and continued his merry way through the muck dredging up underneath his hunter’s boots. 

At least this strange place, the darkest marsh he had ever had the privilege to traverse, had allowed him the luxury of supplying him with comfortable, familiar footwear. The kind Alastor wore in life, that is. The custom red and black oxfords he usually sported would do him no good in these wet conditions.

Interested in procuring a blade for himself, Alastor carried on with his measly hunt. His cream colored shirt sleeves were rolled up pristinely to his elbows to fight the humidity in the air. His tan skin was the only part of his body covered in nakedness. 

The radio host proudly, but cautiously stalked amongst the cat tails, fluff from the plants clinging to his jeans. Complaints and curses alike were softly hissed beneath the confines of his practiced grin as he wiped sweat from his brow. He peeled the plant based affections from his clothing; tremendously irritated that his search so far had not been fruitful.

As Alastor sauntered forward, the occasional chirping of  crickets and birdsong died away; producing an extreme sense of urgency into his bloodstream. The feeling clawed its way up his spine, delicate shivers dancing on his dark skin; but for the life of him he could not understand why.

However, he received his answer for the foreign feeling  upon hearing a chorus of feminine terror.  The continued abrasive treatment of his low vocal range and vocabulary immediately ceased at the sound. The echoes on the wind brought the sweet melody to him;  music that was slowly drowned out by curses and shouts of the resistant sort.

Making his way towards the source of the cadence he enjoyed, Alastor was met with quite the sight. A cloaked fellow with a peculiar mask had a scrawny looking female hung from his shoulder; fighting every second she was in the other individual's grasp. 

The voice belonging to you, a captive little lady, bloomed into yet another tantalizing scream as you were lifted up and  placed onto a hook like contraption. Metal violently tore into flesh, ripping sinews and muscles apart to conform to the shape of your body as you were left to dangle helplessly. Crimson torrentially dripped from your fresh wound amidst panicked cries. 

The fresh blood produced by your harrowing experience awoke the  tell-tale signs of Alastor’s hunger, his growling stomach sharpening his senses to the utmost degree. 

Of course, now was not the time to be thinking of breakfast. Curse his human guise and its continuous need for sustenance…

Alas, although very much entertaining, the show given to him was not what had insnared his focus. Surprisingly, the reflection of the blade held within Alastor’s target’s grasp had him pleasantly distracted. His mind ran in circles, plotting to procure the tool the other was using for himself.

Noticing your screams had silenced themselves to nothing but faded, pained whimpers; you had finally managed to acknowledge his presence amongst the cattails and behind miscellaneous boxes and crates. 

He put a finger to his upturned lips in silence as his eyes bore holes into your skull with just his stare alone; willing you to cease your current noisiness. He was pleased when you returned his gesture with a subtle, inconspicuous nod and looked down, feigning defeat. Good. You and your sweet, but damnable, chirping would not spoil his fun. With certainty, he would not allow his hunt to be ruined. 

With meticulous effort, Alastor’s stealth was successful as his hands made purchase around his victim’s throat once his prize was within reach. In a graceful, dramatic flourish to show off for his lovely audience, the individual’s neck was snapped in twain before much of a fight could be had. The fool was ignorant of his demise as the cloaked, masked killer slumped to the earth, lifeless and growing cold. The poor bastard didn’t know what hit him.

After his show was finished and a third kill was acquired that evening, Alastor kneeled down to inspect the object of his covetous obsession.

The blade he had desired ever since waking up on that deserted, modern steamboat was finally within his careful grasp; dripping fresh scarlet into his palm as he inspected it closer. No doubt the liquid belonged to you, the lovely lady of the hour he ignored, who still dangled precariously from the iron hook above his head.

Alastor continued his efforts in silence, standing to his usual impeccable posture as he cleaned the pilfered knife on his jeans. He brushed the blade against his trousers until it gleamed brightly under the nearest lanterns hanging from the power lines overhead. It was still terribly dark to be considered mid-morning; but at least the faint mist from the swamp gathering around his ankles was able to provide ample cover.

Seeking to return to the shadows, Alastor secured the blade in its sheath along his belt before taking a few steps away. His attempts were met with quite a bit of resistance. An  incredulous sigh left you only to be followed by grumbles of frustration. 

“Um…Hello? Still very, very stuck here…I, um…I could use a little help…”

Right. You were still present.

Alastor paused to turn his head and peer at you over his shoulder. Despite his permanent grin, the look he granted you was one of absolute disinterest. He calmly observed you, making no attempt to retrieve you from your painful perch.

The two of you continued your tacit stare down until you shook your head and looked away. With an irritated huff, you spoke through gritted teeth as you immediately rescinded your request for assistance 

“You know what? Fuck you…I’ll just do it myself…”

Alastor turns to face you fully as he folded his arms, intrigued by the colorful vernacular you decided to spat his way. Rude as you were, it was rather interesting to watch you fumble around on that hook. It was very much akin to a caught fish longing for the relief the river could provide.

A surplus of other vibrant curses and varied complaints tumbled from your lips as you reached up to grasp the hook. You paused to catch your breath; your teeth gritted in preparation for the agony to follow.

With zero amount of finesse and a great deal of clamor in your voice, you proceeded with your attempts in dislodging the hook from your shoulder.

However interesting and delicious the bloody spectacle was, it was painful to watch. It was terribly irritating to see how many times you struggled. Several minutes passed by before you managed to successfully set yourself free with a deafening yelp and an unharmonious fumble. Blood painted the wet earth deep maroon in your burdensome descent.

“So… Do you actually ever…Y’know… Help anybody? Or do you just…’Tend to ignore everyone who addresses you?”

Breathless and struggling to take in air, you were hunched over on your knees. You hadn’t moved from where you had fallen as you looked up at him with exhaustion and a furrow of your brow. Your free hand clutched to the gaping, bleeding wound in your shoulder.

What a sight. Still, your defiant tone was something he didn’t appreciate. 

The radio host adjusted his red suspenders that had fallen from his shoulders as he looked over to you. His grin was a sneer as his subtle dark curls obscured one of his amber eyes. Would he even attempt to humor you with a response or rebuttal?

…Perhaps this once.

“…Only if it’s worth my time.”

Alastor watched as you instantly became mute, obviously processing the offense his words supplied you. Your nose scrunched up in frustration as you chewed the inside of your cheek. You reached for your forgotten, dingy baseball cap on the ground and donned it with a huff. There was a pause before any more words greeted him.

“Well, my life, as well as what I have to say, is certainly worth more than a few measly minutes of your time… I have a plan that you might be the type to appreciate. That is if you can manage to pull your head out of your ass long enough to actually listen…! ”

Alastor’s eye twitched. Who did you think you were to address him with such hostility? Where did you get the audacity? Hadn’t he saved you enough from nearly being killed regardless? The thought only made Alastor’s blood boil. He gripped the blade in his grasp tighter. Such an ungrateful little soul…

“…I think I shall be the judge of that.”

The magnitude of his sneer was heightened as the radio host regarded you. An incredulous chuckle escaped the confines of his strained smile.

“Besides, why would I ever wish to associate with a rude little hussy such as yourself, hm? You’ve already proved to be quite the nuisance, especially with your failed attempts at escaping harm's way. Anything you are willing to offer me I might as well do myself. At least then I’ll be guaranteed a sufficient chance of succeeding… ”

Surprisingly, his statement was met with a defeated sigh, your head hanging to the side in an attempt at composure. With your spiteful countenance before, he didn’t think you would give in so easily. Perhaps your words were a means of deception, proving yourself braver than you truly were. What remained in front of him was the lingering, fighting spirit of a terrified, broken girl.

 Interesting.

“Shit…look. I’m not…I’m not good with apologies…and I’m sorry I cursed at you…So I guess… un-fuck you or whatever…? Also, I guess you do have a right to be an asshole…You don’t know me or owe me nothin’…”

When he didn’t give you the satisfaction of seeing his expression change, you sighed yet again. 

“…And I realize that a lot of tha time my mouth moves before my brain... But I promise…You're gonna want to hear my offer…”

With desperation drenching your features,  you tilted your head in a last attempt to get into Alastor’s good graces as you gestured towards his knife.

“...Just with seein’ ya hold that blade, I assume y’know your way around a weapon like that…And ya look like you're good with your hands. Well, I’m pretty good with mine too, so… We can, y’know… Work together to make it outta here..? Maybe…?”

So far, your attempts at persuasion were failing epically, but he would continue to listen to whatever useless drivel that fell from your maw. He always did love a good show, and the expression you were making both intrigued him and bettered his mood.

“...That is, uh…That is what ya want, right? To go home?”

A quick, dry laugh escaped Alastor’s strained smile as he admired the way your face fell at the sound. 

The only home he ever truly desired would be in the arms of a soul far out of his reach. His mother would not be found anywhere near his usual place of inhabitance. It was a moot point to ponder. There was no undoing what had been done…What he wanted he would not be able to obtain, nor was it something you could provide.

Alastor was right to ignore you before. Your words were meaningless and a waste of his time.

With no other response from him, an exasperated sigh left you.

“Look, I’m gonna level with you…The only other way outta here is by takin’ a permanent dirt nap and I, well.. I don’t plan on dyin’ today and I assume you feel the same…Sooo teamwork’s our best bet…”

Alastor tilted his head in curiosity. However trifling you were, he thought it perdinant to at least hear you out. He was being overly gracious, and if yet another phrase that displeased him came from your mouth you were as good as dead. Despite his smile’s presentation of interest, there was a deadly edge at the end of his next utterance.

“…What do you propose?”

“Well…I’m good with wires. My old man was a mechanic, so I got a lotta practice growin’ up…I digress, but it’s kinda hard to fix generators if I keep gettin’ attacked or hooked…”

Grunting, you willed yourself to a standing position, dusting off excess dirt from your mud soaked jeans. 

“...So what I’d need from you is the assurance you’ll keep everyone away from me so I can fix at least five of those gen’s. We ain’t gettin’ nowhere without them workin’ properly…”

Once again clutching your injured shoulder, you winced as you made your way over to where the demon stood. Your anguish was audible, enough to make Alastor’s mouth water despite his current dissatisfaction with your presence. He took a step back from you. You had gotten too close for his liking.

“I think we could be useful to one another..And after tonight you can rest assured you won’t have to deal with me no more…But until then, if you can just, y’know…Do what you did before with Ghostface and pick off the others, then we may actually have a shot at makin’ it outta this shit hole alive…”

You hold out your hand; a brighter, hopeful expression present under the blood and grime attuned to your visage.

“So? We got a deal, or whatever? Scratch my back and I scratch yours?”

Your gesture was met with amber eyes being narrowed as Alastor looked down at your bloody offered hand. He was quite within his rights to deny your request and be on his merry way. If he was of a better mind, Alastor might have already left you in the dust.

Still, he pondered more on your words as thoughts of freedom flooded his mind’s eye. You stated the impossibility of liberty without fixing five of the machines that were no doubt spread across the premises, so repairs were necessary. He was used to such when it came to his line of work, making his radios function like new or maintaining the upkeep of his other preferred equipment.

Still, by the appearance of your denim jacket and ripped jeans,  he surmised he had found himself in the middle of the modern era; which could only insinuate that modern technology had a hand in creating the essential items of escape. Alastor stifled a growl. Of course machinations resemblant of his arch nemesis would have a play in his supposed capture. The thought was infuriating and made his skin crawl with hatred and disgust.

Alastor had absolutely no interest in operating or learning to associate with such devices. Loathe as he was to say it, he would have to permit your continued presence. At least until freedom was achieved.

Vexing as you were, perhaps you would prove yourself useful as the night went on. Perhaps your assistance would prove an ample enough apology for the offense your prior verbiage caused. 

“Usually, I’m not one to appreciate company in my efforts. I prefer working solo, but…”

The radio host’s eyes narrowed as he bit his tongue. The shameful lowering of his pride to admit you were needed sent an unpleasant taste to the back of his pallet. The feeling made him immediately want to throw up.

“...You do have a point. Fine…I shall aid you if only for the sake of escape…”

The moments between his words and your own fueled more interesting unspoken prospects. Though sensical and practical, it was rather curious that you requested him to kill the others. It was a task he had no qualms with, but having another acknowledge his prowess with his chosen craft elevated his ego. Begrudgingly enough, your plan was brilliant and would surely succeed if he was the one behind the task.

He hoped  his little slaughter spree, now that his weapon of choice was acquired, would go smoothly and supply an efficient means of entertainment that evening…

“So… Whatdya say? Ya wanna make this official, then?...Partners?”

You gesticulated your offered hand in earnest, eager to ascertain some sort of plan for escape. Alastor quirked a brow. You must be desperate for protection if you felt the need to acquire an agreement of such without asking for the name of the fellow you were doing business with. Perhaps you just weren’t the type for much small talk, however necessary the information. Still, it was a hilarious oversight on your part. He would fix it. Promptly.

“My, you certainly are an eager beaver…But you aren’t going to ask for the name of the gentleman you are conducting negotiations with? Quite the questionable set of business practices you have there, doll…”

You rolled your eyes as you struggled to bring your other hand to prop up the elbow of the arm remaining outstretched, your shoulder exhibiting its horrendously mangled and deformed shape in your efforts. It was as if you had been to the nearest butcher and had requested to be placed on the chopping block.

“What's your name, then?”

“Why, I’m so glad you asked! The name’s Alastor. It is a real pleasure to be meeting you.”

“Yeah. Nice to meet you too, I guess…Now can we shake on it? My arm’s gettin’ tired.”

Alastor chuckled. You were certainly such a feisty little lady. Quite the character, indeed. 

At least you weren’t boring.

“I suppose you have a deal then. Partner’s it is…I can’t wait to become a team player, my dear…”

Leaning down to meet your short stature, Alastor kept his impeccable posture as he bent at the waist. Lifting his hand, he teasingly flicked your baseball cap down over your eyes with a chuckle before offering you a dark gloved hand.

You moved your hand up to lift your cap, revealing the grumpy furrow of your brows as you accepted the other’s extended palm. He could hear the audible annoyance in your voice, the sound reverting to a low grumble. It was very much resemblant of the incessantly adorable noises alleycats would make. While alive, his mother insisted on feeding the disgruntled beasts, assuring more of their presence outside of their townhouse. 

The two of you participated in a single, firm shake before wordlessly parting. When you glanced down to search for something within the confines of your pocket, he takes the chance to wipe whatever remained of your blood off of his glove and onto his button up, painting the cream fabric a bright crimson.

“I suppose, however, if we plan to continue with business, might I also have the pleasure of your name? It would be beneficial to know who I am referring to should you feel the need to scream that you require further assistance…”

Unfolding a piece of rolled up parchment, you spared him but a glance as your hands made light work of their task. In your hands rested a ripped, dusty map. It looked as if it had weathered far worse conditions, but had somehow still remained intact.

“…Scout. It’s not my name, but it's what my folks call me the majority of the time. Feel free to call me that too, I guess…”

Alastor made a mental note of the interesting nickname and pondered how it was acquired while he watched you peer back down at the damaged paper in your hands. Your bloody index finger pointed at a location.

“It says here that we’re in “Blackwater Swamp”. Huh…The name’s just as bleak as the location…figures. Anyways, uhh… There's supposed to be a big boat, The Pale Rose…? Down that way…? That's where I, and most likely you, woke up…”

Glancing back up at your partner, you pointed in the opposite direction from where the two of you were facing as you jostled the map in your hands to smooth out the curling parchment. The sound your actions caused had you glancing up and over your shoulder in apprehension.

 Silly thing. There was no need for you to worry for your protection as long as he was in your vicinity. You had made a bargain, after all, and Alastor always completed his end of a deal one way or another. You were safe. 

For now.

Finally feeling more relieved there was no active threat nearby, you glanced back down at the map.

“And, if I'm readin’ this right, this map also shows where all the generators are and also the exit…Yeah, right here. Have a look.”

Pointing at the intended spot, you double tapped the page before looking up at your colleague in crime and turning the map around so that he could have a gander.

“Interesting. Who knew you had such a useful commodity in your possession. Where did you find such a thing?”

“It was just in a random box I opened when I woke up. There’s tons of that kinda shit around here. Just gotta look…”

Turning the page back to face you, you observed the guide in your hands more intently than before;  speaking with assurance of the plan forming in your mind.

“Once we’re both done with our respective jobs, we’ll meet back up at the exit and get the hell outta here. Sound good?”

The demon stood back up to his usual height as he gifted you a genuinely amused expression. With the promise of his assistance, you were certainly set in your ideals that you would make it through the night.

Alastor’s wicked grin grew in delicious splendor. How unfortunate it would be if that wasn’t the case…

“It seems we have a plan in place…”

“Yeah. Looks like it.”

Wrapping up the map and shoving it into your back pants pocket, you looked over your non injuried shoulder to address him with an urgentness in your tone, the sound intreating him to listen intently.

“Well, we best get started. Stay safe out there…Don’t do anything stupid and try not to die…Alright?”

A chuckle rumbled in the radio host’s throat at the concern igniting your expression. You were worried? For him? How absurd and endearing a spectacle. 

So the radio host was right. Your crude and classless persona was indeed the facade of a frightened girl. You should’ve been more concerned with yourself considering your current situation.  Already  you were sufficiently injured and still profusely bleeding beautiful shades of scarlet.

Alastor was certain you wouldn’t last the night. Not without his assistance.

“Oh, I can assure you that won’t be a problem; but you do the same…”

Pleased with his reply, you silently nodded as you did your best to cautiously duck and hobble behind the surplus of plywood from the deserted paddle steamer nearby. Your free hand graced the splintery surface of a broken pallet for support as you stepped over a plethora of weeds.

Just the pitiful sight of you retreating had the curvature of Alastor’s lips upturned. Things had indeed proved to be rather intriguing…

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Gasp! Killers and a Drag Queen?

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Ronin - The Butcher

When he found about you doing drag:

It wasn't a challenge to find out about your little artistic side. Ronin' first visit to your house was how he found you out. The wigs, mannequins with unfinished outfits, your vanity table that looked like a whole war happened on it with how messy it was. Ronin stopped in his tracks to look around your bedroom, you turned around to look at him. "Why did you-" You paused. "Oh. Yeah, I'm a drag queen." You weren't ashamed of it, at least you weren't a edgy serial killer. "Damn, never thought I would see a whole altar of RuPaul." He chuckled when he noticed the posters and even a framed picture of you and said queen. "What can I say, Mama Ru is my biggest inspiration, also Gottmik, but we never met." You clicked you tongue. "So, do you like it?" "Baby, you're an artiste, what is there not to like?" The Butcher's words made you chuckle and roll your eyes.

His reaction for your looks:

Every time your edge-lord boyfriend gets to see your drag queen persona his eyes have that glimmer of interest in them. He watched your movements and ways of speaking change like it's the most interesting thing for him. Whenever your dragpersona has a more creative or complicated outfit Ronin seems eve more amazed. "And you find this comfortable?" He titled his head to the side as you were putting on the last accessories. "Baby, it's not about comfort, I have to destroy those bitches with how good I look." You shot him a confident grin. "Oh, I love this side of you. That blood thirst in your eyes, it's beautiful." He stood in front of you while you were sitting in front of your mirror and stole a kiss from your lips. "You idiot, you have lipstick on you now." You rolled your eyes and checked to see if he messed up your make up, luckily for him he didn't or you would be a widow before your wedding. "Nah, I don't care. You could say that you marked me." He joked and moved a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "And those wigs aren't heavy?" He raised his eyebrow. You were almost amazed by how interested Ronin was in this topic. Maybe one day you'll persuade him into being your model? Who knows. "This one isn't, but the one for my cake look is heavy as fuck." You murmured. When you have a show:

You can't decide whether he wants to piss you off or just wants to show how proud he is, but with every split, dance move or dead drop you can hear a lot "Yas, queen!" and you don't even need to check who that is to be sure that it's him. He's almost too interactive, he touches you whenever you are close to him, shouts "slay" "go girl" and similar things when you just enter the stage like some teenage girl on her favourite's artist concert.

When he can't be on the show in person but he knows that there is a stream happening he calls the whole server for a watch party, it's now a very important server occasion to watch you perform. When you're stressed:

Ronin is your biggest supporter so when drag stresses you out he's there for you, cradling you in his arms. "I fucking hate it." You whispered against his shoulder. "Am I myself or am I a drag queen who makes a fool out of herself?" Questions like these weren't new. Sometimes media or people made you feel torn between who you really were. Is that confident persona really you? Are you really a man? "You're the only person who can decide that darlin', but in my eyes you're perfect in both ways." He whispered against your hair and kissed you on the temple. "Praise me more." You chuckled and tighten your hold around him. "Why? To feed your ego, nah. We both know how perfect you are babe."

But when it's someone else bothering you, be it a media reporter or a homophobic asshole, they're gone. No one will stress his boyfriend to the extend that he's wondering if drag is for him. You can expect a picture on #killer_shit and a message for you. <@goreboy>: Look a pretty kill just for you Y/N. And somehow his method of lifting your mood worked, maybe you're just crazy? Who knows. You didn't really care anyway, at least you aren't normal.

Angel - The Heartsick Angel

When she found about you doing drag:

Angel found out about your artistic ways when you both were scheduled for the same photoshoot for a fashion magazine. At first it was a little uncomfortable, but then you two relaxed. On your way back to home you had a long conversation about how the drag industry was treating you, you showed her your looks and she was amazed. Angel sometimes invited you as her channel guest and somehow her fans fell in love with you just as much as Maria loved you.

Her reaction to your looks:

You really can pull off the angel theme." You heard a sweet laugh come from behind you. You were in the middle of putting on your new drag look, this time the show's theme was "Holy or Unholy" and as a tribute you decided to go for that angelic theme. "I'm glad to hear that from my inspiration." You smiled and turned to look at her. "Want to finish my make up?" You saw her eyes light up in excitement. Your make ups were more creative and complicated than what she did for her channel, so she would always use any occasion to let her creativity out.

When you have a performance:

When Angel has time to be there, she shows great support, you can see how happy she is. Sometimes she will record your performances to post them on her story or watch them alone back home.

When she can't show up, she will promote your performance and her fans will show up. Maria de la Rosa said to go there, so why wouldn't they listen?

When you're stressed out:

Angel can understand you, there's so much pressure from the press, your fans and other drag queens on you to do well that sometimes it devours you completely. Angel will cuddle with you in silence in these moments, just to let your mind rest for once, without chaos or shiny lights. She will whisper praise and small I love you's here and there.

When it's someone else making you feel that way, you can consider them gone. No one in their right mind will hurt Angel's partner, unless they have a dead wish.

V - for Vengeance

When he finds out about you doing drag:

V found out while he did some research on you, it was actually the first thing he found after getting your legal name out of you. "So you're an artist?" He asked while you both took care of his animals. "Yeah you could say so." You chuckled nervously. "is it weird?" You asked and looked away. "No." His reply was simple. You looked at him in surprise. "There's nothing weird in you finding a way to be creative and express yourself. I think it' beautiful." He smiled softly. V was a huge support, he asked a lot about your looks, sometimes bought you materials or make up products when he knew that you wanted one but you wanted to save money. "it's a gift." He said after you tried to refuse taking the new make up pallet. 'It's an expensive gift, how can I accept it?" You sighed. "I love you V, but I feel like a gold digger." You watched him shake his head in disagreement. "I bought it for you on my own whim, it's not a problem for me to gift you with something you need my love." Your heart melts with every word and soft smile from V. "How am I supposed to win against you?' You groaned and kissed him on the cheek as a "thank you".

His reaction for a new look:

V watched in awe as you put on your new dress, the same dress you worked on for weeks. The man find it fascinating, seeing this artistic side to you, the determination in your eyes, proud smile when you finished your look. "So how do I look?" Your voice brought V back to earth. Now you were standing in front of him in a look that was supposed to resemble a lioness, the theme was "Animal Queerdom" and poor V only understood that the drag looks were supposed to be themed by animals. "You look absolutely beautiful my love. I can see your hard work in every detail." His words made you smile. "Thank you V."

When you have a show:

Of course he is there to watch. Maybe he is not as energetic as other people who came there to witness the show, but he still has a lot of fun. Watching all the artists and seeing the effects of their hard work was always something V enjoyed, and watching a drag show was no different. He knew how long and hard you worked so he could appreciate the work.

When you're stressed out:

V is your biggest supporter, he''s there encouraging you and making sure that you know how proud he is. He will acknowledge your worries and he will not push his opinion, no matter how positive onto you, it's best to let you pour out all your negative thoughts.

V won't kill people who happened to hurt your feelings, unless they really do deserve to be the next meal for his animals. "Their pathetic comments aren't something worth paying attention to my love. You're a vision, the sun amongst the stars. You're so much more than what media says you are." He rub the back of your hand and smiled at you gently. "Why are you so sweet V." You sniffle and hug him.

Misaki - The assassin

When they discovered our drag persona:

Misaki knew about you doing drag ever since your turn your camera on. In your background there were a lot of different things that called you out on it. "You're a drag queen?" They asked, their face curious and excited. Yeah! Although I'm just e beginner." You replied. "That's so cool! Slay queen!" Ever since that day you knew that they wouldn't shut up about you doing drag.

Their reaction for your look:

"Well, how do I look?" Misaki looked at her screen when your camera was turned on and their jaw dropped. "You're just a beginner?! Hell no! You have better skills than I will ever have!" You chuckled at their words. "Ah thanks, I'm not that good though." He blushed a little. Misaki was really in awe with all of the looks, how you could completely change yourself was a shocker for them every time.

Misaki on your shows:

When they visited USA for the first time for that super dangerous assassination they promised to themselves that they will go for every drag show that will feature you just to watch you in the spotlight. "You go girl!' You could hear their voice and it was really hard not to wave back at them instead of continuing the show. You appreciated their support even if sometimes it wall a tad bit annoying to hear their shouting with every split.

When you're stressed out:

They will try their best to support you, be it through the voice call on in real life. Misaki will try to keep your mind off of the doubtful thought and encourage you to take a short break if it's too much to handle. "Babe, you're a beginner. It's normal to stress out. Try to take a short break and focus on yourself." Their voice was calm and gentle, a contrast to their full of energy and happy-go-lucky personality. "Yeah, maybe you're right." You sighed. "I'll take a small break."

it's the same situation when it's people who are the reason for your stress. Although Misaki is ready to fight whoever tries to destroy your confidence.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

They call me mother ;p

i love Drag Race >w< Bye bye hos - N <3

[secret-subject]

Hey Secret,

I’m just starting out with hypnotic audios… any advice you’d give to someone new to this path?

Heya!

Firstly, your gear matters. Like sound quality isn't the end all be all but there are so many cheap ways to get good, clean audio these days and not everyone is out here doing it. It doesn't have to be expensive, hell I know people who record on a phone mic and it sounds pretty good with the right little tweaks and a sock as a pop filter. Also when you have your gear learn how to properly use it. Even something as simple as which end of the mic you talk into is seriously taken for granted, and yes there are people who get this wrong all the time.

Secondly, no one is perfect so when you are making your audios it's honestly better sometimes to just post it. Even if you worry it's lame or not going to work. 9/10 times we are just harsh on ourselves and it leads to a lack of posting.

Third, post everywhere and be genuine with people. There are reddit communities, various discord servers, here on tumblr, twitter, YT etc etc but at first you are going to need to really work to get yourself seen. It is hard but after a while you will found your community from this and be able to connect. It's also vital that you are respectful of listeners and their feedback. If you can respond to comments, do. If you can connect with people and form friendships around here, do that. Making audios is not a single player game. I find connecting with my audience and my friends helps me gain inspiration AND to here what people do and don't like. I don't pander to people, I know who I am and what I want BUT I can also find inspiration in these places.

Finally, be yourself. Do NOT copy other creators thing if it's not yours. I know they say genius steals but it's not true. The worst audios I have ever made came from imposter syndrome or because someone asked me to "make a file like x domme because her work is so much better" and I regret that a lot. Once I learned who I was as a femdom, asmrtist and hypnotist I stuck to my lane and what I love a bit more and the response has been massive. I never would have hit 100k on YT or had this many amazing lovely listeners out here if I had not just done me. Plus, there is only one you who can do what you do, so fuck everyone elses style find yours. It makes you stand out in the sea of amazing creators who now practice this craft.

Anyway, I hope this helps!! I actually have a whole class where I go in depth more if people want it. Shout out and I will redo it on youtube somtime.

[fkinkindagauche]

Fanfic Writer Interview

Thank you for tagging me @dame-zoom-a-lot! I can never resist a tag from you.

What fandoms do you write in?

Right now just Stranger Things. I wrote one lil OFMD fic and one The Locked Tomb fic years ago, but nothing recent. However, I am working on another OFMD fic for the @fandomtrumpshate auction that I'm excited about. And I'm doing a re-read of The Locked Tomb and champing at the bit to write Gideon again so that may happen, too.

How many words did you publish in 2024?

233K. Which is honestly embarrassing given I started in July. I'm terrified of what this year's total is going to be.

What are your top three fics you wrote last year?

Someone To Bleed, Possibly Maybe, Cocoon

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

Oh I get into pits of existential despair at least once a week, where I ask myself what the fuck I'm even doing with my life which also includes fanfic writing. But that's just regular Gauche-brain stuff. The biggest pit of despair was probably when I first started posting Someone To Bleed. I was pretty new to the fandom, and the first two longer fics I'd posted were omegaverse, which, IMO, get a lot of love and views even if nobody knows who the fuck the author is, because there's a shit-ton of delightful freaks in fandom who want people to fuck each other wolfishly. I wasn't expecting how much longer it would take for people to find my fic when it wasn't in that omegaverse sweet spot, but instead in the pretty oversaturated vampire subgenre. It didn't get much traction at all when it was first posted, and I loved it so much that it was hard for me to handle as someone just starting out. But I got over it.

What have you learned?

Having a beta actually really helps. I know, WHAT A SHOCK. I started out as a grumpy loner who just wanted to sit on my fanfic hoard like a little goblin and "beta everything myself", but then through the @eddiemunsonbigbang server I started working with @dame-zoom-a-lot as a beta, and then I just made her keep beta-ing my stuff. He would have made me put a period somewhere in that run-on sentence, I'm sure. Not only has it improved my writing (obviously), but it's also just so much more fun to be able to talk to someone about what I'm creating.

Did you beta any fics last year? Any faves you want to shout out?

I'm trying to remember if there were any I actually beta'd last year. I've done a BUNCH already in 2025, but last year... It was probably all Steddie Winter Exchange stuff. I beta'd in the morning by @the-winged-doe, that was a good Upside Down-y twist on sex pollen. One Night in the City by @kayleeofcamelot was a vampire fic AND an omegaverse fic, and very cute!

What three fics from last year did you love?

It's illegal for you to ask me to keep it to three. But I'll fucking do it, fine. - Cheating a little already and saying @dame-zoom-a-lot's whole series for Metalsandwich Bingo, Object Oriented Magicking. Absolutely fantastic worldbuilding, good smut, fantastic Billy characterization (and all of them, it's just harder for me to find writers whose Billy voices I like). Do It Scared was my particular favorite. - The Fish Guy series by @stevieschrodinger. Such cool monster biology, and THEY'RE SO SWEET IT KILLS ME. - Stiff by Day, Stiffer by Night by @oralmisery. Absolutely 10/10 crackfic, I think about it every time I see a mannequin.

What ideas are percolating for this year?

SO MANY. I'm currently writing a Fruity Four murder fic that's very heavy on Platonic Stobin, with side Steddie and Ronance, and I'm really enjoying it. I want to actually do some substantive work on my Twin Peaks AU instead of just thinking about it all the time. Was thinking about doing an arranged marriage omegaverse thing because I need to collect all the tropes like Pokémon. And, of course, the OFMD thing I mentioned for FTH. I am also going to keep doing the Mer Harringrove universe, I just need to get back in the mood.

Always an open tag, PLEASE do it if you want to even if you haven't been specifically tagged because I am looking you in the eye and tagging you right now, whoever you are.

Specific tags (picking some random moots, sorry if you've already been tagged!): @kayleeofcamelot, @cxwzkeys, @onirislanding, @runninriot, @mojowitchcraft

[peskyvinot]

sometimes I think about how random and thus insanely cool our fav duo/trios formed. like

scar/grian/mumbo. you can't even really pinpoint the moment they became The trio. the mumscarian agenda. mumbo just picked up that random fresh-out-of-problematic-highschool-series creatieve mode Player out of NOWHERE and became besties with him, later seeing him join hermitcraft and change the server forever

scar and grian had almost no interactions up to the build off in s6. then the magic of s7 happened. newfound besties.

then s8 happened and well. found family doesn't spare Anyone. and it's like- sure scar and grian got closer in s9 when mumbo wasn't that active but then the reunion happened (that one mumbo video. OHHH that one mumbo video) where you don't even QUESTION that yes. they are THE trio of best buds

but then we dig deeper. rendoc???? (btw yes um using ship names as a placeholder) been on the same server for YEARS had some chemistry chemistry s5 and that one hippie/area77 storyline but then almost out of nowhere BOOM the most iconic duo of s8 and onwards. like. I'm not stupid it's all in the behind the scenes and becoming friends that lead to such iconic videos BUT LIKE.

can I talk about ethubs. I'll admit I didn't watch mindcrack in full I have no idea what went down there but every time I Watch early mindcrack/ooge/etc clips I'm like "OK this shouldn't have worked. but why it do. WHY IT DO"

xb and keralis. if they were separate content creators that never interacted you would never in a billion years guess they would click. but knowing what we do in that universe of ours, I will argue they're one of the most iconic duos.

impulse gem and pearl. the soup group. once again the s9 magic happened. it was an rng roll that put those 3 together in the first episode. and it worked SO WELL and I STILL can't really put into words why

giggs. I don't think anyone would ever argue with me abiut how iconic they are. but thinking about how I remember the first ever gigs streams before they even adopted the fandom "gigs" name. I kid you not grian&scar interacted with skizz like thrice before that. and yet they clicked INSTANTLY. I think it's the power of getting to know "new" people (I would argue even grimpulse didn't Know each other that well before phasmo. I know. the 4 pre-s9 gripulse enjoyers put down your forks) with your besties by your side. imp&skizz and desert duo get bonded over the horror game yeah tell THAT to a pre gigs fan. and YET. (also the way gem is so awesome she fit RIGHT IN. ANF I WOYLD ARGUE BY PURE CHANCE TOO. she was one of those "teaching _how to play phasmo" one off guests. but she was so awesome she stayed)

jimmy and tango. it is truly a mystery to me specifically. the only thing I woyld say was the string connecting them before dl was the silliness meter. period. but then again 2 different worlds that collided so hard the universe exploded. if the plate up streams have a say in this

boat boys. when the first dl episodes came out I didn't even Regester their duo (maybe it was because I didn't really watxh etho and deffenetely haven't watched joel before that). now tell me why their soulmate pair is THE most iconic duo for me in dl huh. and how smoothly it went on. etho and Joel. THINK ABOUT BOAT BOYS PRE DL. YEAH? YEAH. NEVER IN A BILLION YEARS WOULD I THINK. double life literally changed this fandom forever

honorable mentions: cleo and scar (+ bdubs) I can't recall a Single interaction of them pre s9 and pre limited life clockers. but BOY am I glad we have them now.

skizz and tango specifically in the whole zits polucule (/j). those 2 in particular are the funniest duo to ever duo. and s10 stapled and glued and sawn this into truition. also once again shout out to the plate up streams

P.E.T CREW??? I swear I remember the season 10 start and them basing together and starting the mail service like it was YESTERDAY. the decked out royalty my beloved. I love you. I love you.

scar and bdubs. the vibes are immaculate. can't for the life of my imagaine beau-era bdubs and scar from-this-point-in-timeline in the same voice call. their s9 & s10 thou is smth akin to magic

like ik in the bigger picture is not surprising. buy I still. I still like to think about it

[ficoandleo]

I have mega ADHD so I forget things easily and have a hard time settling down and doing stuff. I don't remember everyone who deactivates or goes inactive. And I know I should express my love more for people who are currently around--i'd like to do that someday too!! But idk i kinda wanted to shout out to some of the people who deactivated/disappeared, especially recently, in the off chance they see this and know i love them lol

@battyoldman let's start with you because whether or not you decide to stick around you're kind of the most recent. I really hope you just need some time away for your mental health and, if this is something you'd like to continue doing, if it's something you enjoy, that you come back and keep blessing us with your presence. Your Ed is so. Silly and fun and chill and perfect. The video and movie titles you'd come up with are so befitting of his goofy conspiracy interests. You have really captured that old man's essence, in my opinion. Your interactions with Rui were so seamless I figured you were in one of the discord servers and already knew each other and you were just growing and exploring a relationship you'd already practiced in another setting. Honestly everything felt so seamless on your end when I saw you interact with others and when I got to interact with you--Ed was so largely unphased by everyone's shit and distaste for him(up until Towa said he was bad at sucking dick, he was not taking that lying down--) and the way he entertained himself with everyone's affairs. . .he really had the feeling of lying away in his tower, entertained by the humans. 10/10, if it's still fun for you I hope you won't leave us because we will miss you.

@ask-kaito-fuji i didn't get to interact with you much WHICH IS A SHAME. Your Kaito is so cute and he's. Really trying he felt so solid and charming and just awkward enough and I love the way you let him interact with posts that were ooc too because lbr he loves social media! He would be vibing out on tumblr!! It felt like he was this close to realizing he was in the matrix sometimes. Seeing people know a bunch of stuff and going 'why/how do you know so much it's so creepy!!' was delightful, and getting to personally chat with him once or twice was also very fun. 10/10 you brought the party to other people and you captured the character very well. His PDL is coming up though, so you may wanna hide him /joke

@frostheimking so your blog is gone but not deactivated(deactivated tumblrs have '-deactivated' and a string of numbers on the end of them and you can often still ping them) which, to me, reeks of Tumblr being stupid because I've seen that happen to multiple people before. I don't think you're gone on purpose, I assume there was a bad spam deletion somewhere or an alleged break of the rules because I've seen that happen before. So I'm hoping you either get the blog back or remake because, while you weren't around often because lbr it's slow around here for the most part, I loved your Jin??? I don't just mean because he was kinda flirting with Romeo, he was snappy and cold and. Idk he really felt like Jin. That's the best way I can think to word it, you captured his character from what I could see. I enjoyed our interactions and I enjoyed the ones you had with others too! I was looking forward to exploring Romeo and Jin's history and dynamic with you quite a bit haha. HOPEFULLY YOU GET YOUR BLOG BACK or remake if you're interested!! 10/10 tumblr fix your shit there's unfinished business--

@leo-brat-kurosagi-deactivated20 hey. You. You are far more Leo than I am lmao. I DO NOT HAVE THE MENTAL CAPACITY TO BE THE MEAN LEO THAT YOU WERE. I WISH I COULD BE AS SNARKY AND BRILLIANT. You weren't around super long and you didn't get to have a ton of interactions or answer a lot of asks but like. How do I say that I could just kind of tell what kind of potential was there for something great??? You handled him very well in the time you played him. You lived up to being a little brat for sure.

@sinostracasino-deactivated20241 YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE VISCERAL REACTION OF WHAT NO WHY COME BACK THAT I FELT SEEING YOU GONE. You were hilarious and fun and silly and also a good writer as I recall. Your Taiga had great energy and this underlying tension to him and we would have dug into that Taiga doesn't care about himself if Romeo wasn't afraid to do so. I was looking forward to them having some great, stupid, cyclical arguments, maybe a shootout, maybe eventually getting back together a little. And maybe a little something for that birthday trip to Rui's bar. And his chemistry and interactions with others and with anons were fun??? Immediately warming up to Towa? Teasing the honor students?? The little bit of 'bickering' with Ritsu? Also the way you tagged some of your reblogs god. 10/10 Taiga, he owes so much child support.

. . .those are the ones off the top of my head, mostly recent, which isn't to say I don't see or recognize or have appreciation for others not being around a lot or going away(like @/ask-lucas-errant who did answer an ask recently-ish, who isn't too active but that's probably because of lack of asks/interaction; @/shiranami-ren who I figure isn't around much because they draw a lot of their answers and that's a bit more intensive of a way to run their blog--amazing stuff and very much the classic way to do this from the old days, I would absolutely do the same if I could draw; and the Lycas who deleted probably because of inactivity) all of whom have/had great presentation for their characters and handled them well but. Idk. Maybe i ended up posting mostly people 'closer' to me in this context haha. . . .

I wish this fandom was bigger and more active with sending asks and stuff because I feel like that's a big contributor to people falling off or deleting, and I wish I were more consistent with asks and responses and better at sending asks myself because I could be the change I want to see in the world. (I feel like the asks I send have to be, like, good. Like I appreciate getting simple and basic asks but I feel like I need to ask Big Headcanon Questions or something.) But I know everyone's got their own lives and their own things going on so I'm not going to pretend I know what's going on with everyone, y'know? More than anything I hope everyone--active, inactive, deleted, or otherwise--is happy and safe and comfortable where they are and that the ones who've dropped off didn't do so because of anything bad or any kind of discouragement. Sometimes we lose interest in things and that's more than fine. Or life is busy. I hope you're all doing well. I miss you! I'm sure I'm not the only one!

[hawkinsglasscloset]

My Player 2 (OC X Canon Week 2025)

Cowritten with @mrprettywhenhecries for @theocxcanonweek

Word count: 1,6k | Prompt: So, are we official then? | Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Lydia Bellamy

Warning: none

A/n: This is the second year we join this event, and we love it so much. We were talking about how much fun it was creating all these little stories and how much we love to share them with you all. Thank you so much for being here with us <3

[Masterlist]

It was Lydia's first time ever in a con. She spent years creating her indie games that only ever got a couple thousand players on Steam under the name Cereal Killer, while she also worked on the side coding for a big game company.  All of that changed when she released the sensation indie horror game, Dead Pixel. A survival thriller with lots of hidden messages, symbols, and a story that many people call masterful writing.  She sat on the spot assigned to her and her nerves slowly melted away as she signed merch and talked to fan after fan. She was so insanely grateful for that opportunity.

Meanwhile, Kurt wandered the massive convention hall, phone in hand to livestream the occasion. While he was excited to see everything, there was one booth in particular he was searching for first.

"Oh there it is, Cereal Killer's booth!" He exclaimed excitedly, looking down at his camera and then back up, the video jostling as he got in line, craning his head to get a better look at the girl sitting behind the table giving out autographs.

"Dead Pixel is one of, if not the best game I've played this year!" He narrated for his practically nonexistent viewers. "If you haven't played it yet, what are you waiting for? I didn't even know Cereal Killer was a girl! I am pro women, you guys know that. Women are the best, misogyny is wrong everyone."

The line slowly became smaller the more fans she interacted and took pictures with. When it was finally his turn, Lydia had a good look at him and couldn't believe it:  

"Kurt Kunkle?" She chuckled.

"Huh? H-how do you know who I am?" He blurted out, his eyes going wide and a faint flush darkening his cheeks.

"We went to school together," she grinned, amused by how flustered he was. "Lydia Bellamy. You probably remember me better with big glasses, greasy hair, anime shirts, and 80 extra pounds."

“Ohhhh,” Kurt breathed, recognition flickering across his face. “I totally didn’t realize that was you. You look—r-really good,” he faltered, looking her up and down. “This is crazy, it’s like I know someone famous!” He exclaimed excitedly.

"I wouldn't consider myself someone famous... but I'm glad to see you! Are you streaming? I'd love to give your channel a shout-out on my socials," she offered. Truth was, she always had a bit of a crush on Kurt, but they were both so awkward back then.

"Are you kidding me?  Dead Pixel is like, so well known. You probably have millions of followers! A shout-out would be great," he gushed, remembering he was still streaming and lifting his phone to get both of them in the frame.

"Hey guys!" Lydia waved at the camera, not knowing there were probably one or two watchers if he was lucky. "What's the name of your channel? I'm gonna post on stories right now."

"It's KurtsWorld96!" Kurt replied quickly, grinning into the camera and throwing up a peace sign, which he thought made him look cool. "I'm so excited to be here and see all the panels. Are you doing one later?" He asked.

"I did one earlier, I was talking about indie game development," she explained while she posted on her stories and her Discord server. "Now I'm pretty much done with the autographs and all..."

"Oh, I missed it," he said, frowning. "But, you're free now? Maybe we can hang out and catch up. It's been forever!" He exclaimed, ending his livestream so he could focus on her.

"I am, sounds nice," Lydia grabbed her purse while the next person was ready to take her place at that booth, some video game VA she didn't know. "Where do you wanna go?"

“I saw a fountain out front of the convention center, maybe we could sit there,” he suggested.

She nodded and followed him out. There were a few food trucks parked there and the lines weren't too long. "Wanna share some loaded fries?" She suggested.

“Yeah, I’m starving,” Kurt admitted, leading them toward the line to the nearest food truck. “So, uh, what have you been up to since high school? I mean, other than making indie games,” he added ruefully.

"I went to UCLA, I worked for a proper company for a long time until the Dead Pixel success, had a couple boyfriends, but nothing too important," Lydia sighed. "And you?"

“Oh, wow,” he breathed, a little embarrassed to tell her what he’d been doing since high school. The person in front of them made their order and stepped aside and he was glad for the momentary interruption.

“Uh, yeah, can we get a large loaded fry and two sodas? Or oh, do you want something else?” He asked, glancing at Lydia.

"No, that's perfect," Lydia nodded, reaching into her purse to get her wallet.

“No no, I got it!” He exclaimed, quickly reaching into his pocket to pull out his wallet and hand the guy the money before she could.

"What a gentleman," she smiled, taking their order in a brown paper bag. "But what were you saying? What have you been up to?"

“Uh, nothing as exciting as you,” he said, kicking at a stone on the sidewalk, the tips of his sneakers scuffing against the ground. “I'm still living in Azusa, and I’ve pretty much just been focused on building my online following. I also started rideshare driving for some extra money,” he explained, wondering what sort of guys Lydia had dated.

"That's nice, I remember how dedicated you were to creating your content," she smiled. "You were always very charismatic..."

“Really? You think so?” Kurt asked, lighting up at her words. “I didn’t know you watched my channel back then, you should've told me,” he said, reaching into the bag for a fry coated in chili sauce and cheese.

"I did... I sort of had a small crush on you back then," Lydia chuckled. "I've only ever dated these big IT nerds, they're not fun."

“O-oh?” He exclaimed, nearly dropping his fry before it reached his mouth, his eyes widening and face going red. “You did?”

He winced at the past tense.  Of course she probably didn’t feel the same way now…

"Yeah, but I was so awkward and I felt so ugly back in the day, you just got even cuter without the braces," she murmured before popping another fry into her mouth. "I must sound ridiculous."

“N-no! You don’t,” Kurt exclaimed, clearing his throat awkwardly at his outburst and taking a sip of his soda. “I always thought you were pretty cool, and you’ve always had this really cute smile,” he admitted.

"Really? Thanks..." Lydia looked down, a little flustered. "I think you're still so handsome and funny. I'd be surprised if you're still single."

"You do?" He asked, a lopsided grin stretching across his face. "I guess you're about to be pretty surprised then," he chuckled.

"I can't believe it!" She grinned, little did she know he never had a girlfriend before, he was a virgin. "You're like... hot," she blurted out.

Kurt's grin grew, growing bolder at her exclamation. "Not as hot as you," he chuckled, pushing his bangs from his eyes.

"Oh, you're such a charmer!" Lydia licked her fingers clean and took a sip of her drink. Yeah, Kurt could use a good hair wash, but it wasn't the end of the world.

The young man chewed his lip as he watched her. This was it, he had to shoot his shot.

"So, y'know, since uh, you like me, and I like you. Maybe uh, maybe we should go out sometime, like, on a real date or something," he said, feeling his face grow warmer with each word.

"Yeah, I'd really like that," she smiled timidly. Deep inside she was still that awkward teen, but so was he. "Where would you like to go?"

Kurt thought for a moment. “Do you like amusement parks? Even if you don’t wanna ride any roller coasters, there’s plenty of other stuff to do,” he suggested.

"I do, I love the rides, it'll be fun!" Lydia discreetly took his hand. "I can give you my number so you could... let me know when you're coming to pick me up."

"Sure, I can-- I can definitely do that. I'll be your personal Spree driver," he chuckled, swallowing thickly as he looked at their joined hands.

"Does it bother you?" She noticed him looking at their hands. "Don't you like it?"

"Huh? No!" He exclaimed with a start. "I just, can't remember the last time I held a girl's hand," he mumbled. "It's nice," he murmured.

"Oh... I see..." Lydia started to understand just how inexperienced he was, but that was endearing to her.

Kurt let out an awkward laugh. "S-sorry, that's probably a turn-off, huh?" he muttered, his hands starting to sweat a little.

"No, I think it's cute," Lydia caressed his cheek with her other hand. "I don't care how much experience you have."

His cheek tingled where she touched it and he grinned. "Maybe you could, I dunno, teach me?" He murmured.

"It'll be my pleasure," she slowly leaned in and pressed her lips to his softly. "Something tells me you're a fast learner."

"Oh definitely," Kurt said, a dreamy look on his face. He could definitely get used to kissing her. "Y-y'know, if we consider this our first date, maybe you'd like to be my girlfriend," he ventured hopefully.

She laughed a little, but nodded. That was all so adorable, it made her feel like a teen again. "Yeah, I'd love to be your girlfriend."

"Really?" He exclaimed, lighting up. "So, uh, are we official then?"

"We are," Lydia nodded before stealing another kiss.

"I could really get used to this," Kurt giggled.