something that I feel like is missing from fandom nowadays is the idea that you dont have to have a unified, chronologically/tonally consistent interpretation of your favorite work. your fics dont have to fit within the same version of canon, even if theyre all canon-compliant on their own. your headcanons can contradict each other. be a multishipper. write metas that take two totally different interpretations of the same plot point. write a character as a villain and then write them as the hero next time. write a character as a lesbian and then write them as straight next time! engage in hypotheticals and drop them when you get bored! make up the rules as you go!! have fun with it!!!
“i am not an easy person to love.” “i think i’ve got the hang of it.” for raindrop >:)
Rain/Dew
tags: ~900 words, rain is hinted to be ace-spec, there is a very brief attempt at initiating sex from dew, and rain very briefly feeling bad for declining. outside of that, not much else to tag. upset rain / comforting dew (: dialogue a little bit corny. i can't help it
i think dew feeling difficult to love is the more obvious approach so i decided to go the opposite route. mwah
Dew had followed him back to his room from rehearsals with a benevolent look in his eyes that already had Rain on edge.
It was a complete shitshow today. Perpetua is... odd, to say the least. Mountain's been sick for days, Phantom somehow has more energy than Rain's ever seen him with, Swiss didn't even show up until halfway through because someone had given him the wrong time, and all focus was lost by that point. There wasn't much practice done at all.
Granted, they've still got a good month and a half before they leave for tour. That's plenty of time to learn the material. But Rain likes to get it out of the way, learn it as fast as possible so he can breeze through it in the last few weeks before they depart.
It hasn't been easy to do that thus far, and the irritation is festering.
All of this to say, Dew creeping up behind him as he's shedding his clothes, thinking he's disarming, is not helping to soothe his temper.
Dew's hands slowly snake around his waist, fingertips gliding along the waistband of his pants like he wants to help take them off. It takes everything in Rain to not shove him away.
"I've got it," Rain says mildly, still digging through his wardrobe for a clean shirt.
Dew doesn't back off, but he doesn't move his hands any further, either. He does place a little kiss to Rain's bare shoulder, rests his chin there like he'd marked the spot for it.
"Let me help?" He asks, so soft and sweet and laced with care that it's infuriating.
"I've got it." Rain reiterates, much sharper this time, and swats Dew's hands away. Dew retreats now, but doesn't react otherwise. Guilt builds in Rain's stomach. "I'm not in the mood." He supplies, but it comes out a lot more bitter than he'd intended.
"That's okay." Dew assures, entirely too unruffled, and sits on the edge of the bed.
"You can leave if you want." Rain adds, although he really hopes that Dew doesn't. He wants him here, likes the grounding presence, no matter how much his mind sabotages him and tries to push Dew away.
Lucky for him, Dew always seems to understand that the added, 'if you want', means that it isn't a demand. If Rain truly wanted him to leave, he'd have no problem saying so clearly.
"We don't have to do anything." Dew assures.
He reaffirms this a lot. Rain knows he means well, but the constant reminder that he can't always provide what Dew wants and needs is disheartening, and he wishes Dew would stop voicing it so much.
Rain remembers that he's trying to find a shirt, and isn't just standing over a drawer to sulk. He throws the third pair of pants he's found to the side and internally scolds himself for not seperating his pajamas by article.
He can feel Dew's eyes on him. Blaring into the back of his head, trying to pick him apart so lovingly and tenderly. He's pretty sure Dew would perform surgery on his brain to take out all of the negative thoughts, if he could. Rain wishes he'd just rewire it entirely, change things that aren't so negative, too. Malpractice be damned.
He finally finds a shirt, black with a band logo he hardly recognizes on it, and slips it on over his head.
Dew is still watching. Probably worrying and fussing a thousand times over in his head. Thinking of how he could possibly help the situation.
Rain whirls around to face him, suddenly fuming.
"Will you stop!?"
Dew is startled. He tries to hide it, but Rain sees the slightest jump, and the way his eyes widen for a split second.
"Stop what?" He asks anyway, like he'd been doing anything wrong in the first place. Dew isn't stupid. He knows he wasn't doing anything wrong.
Rain clenches his fists, inhales deep and exhales shakily. He feels like crying. He also feels like he'd rather sink into the floor and become one with the dust beneath the bed than cry right now.
"I'm sorry." Rain sighs.
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I'm being difficult." He rubs the base of his thumbs hard into his eyes until he sees static.
"You're just upset." Dew says. "That's not difficult."
Rain hates that Dew is so patient with him. He wishes he'd argue, tell him that he's being unreasonable, because he absolutely is, and sometimes a fight feels easier than comfort. In the past, Dew would've done that. He had done that. But he's so in tune with Rain now, so used to these ridiculous outbursts that it hardly phases him anymore. That thought isn't as comforting as it should be.
His chest feels heavier now, the vexation has mostly dissipated and left behind a pang of guilt that feels worse than any annoyance.
Rain sits on the bed and drops his head on Dew's shoulder in defeat. The reciprocation is immediate, Dew's arm wraps around Rain's back and his hand rubs gently at his waist.
"Love you." Dew murmurs.
Rain scoffs, still half wishing for some pushback. "Must be hard."
Dew doesn't take the bait, of course, just hums as if he's considering it.
"Even if it was, I think I've got the hang of it." He rests his head atop Rain's and pulls him a little closer. "Yelling at me won't ever stop me from staring at you, though. Nice try."
Rain can't help the little smile that forms as he lightly elbows Dew's side.
Body shame and embarrassment about vaginas, farts and poop were so normal when I was a kid so now going on tiktok and seeing people (especially women of all flavors, who've been told that to talk about such things is nasty) talking about being gassy is so... like this too is feminism. women of all gender experiences being able to say, 'wow. My junk itches and I need to fart and my pad is stuck to my bush' is so beautiful 🥲