#Not sure honestly. But they sound more productive than I do and that's bad...

[hyomaslut]

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✿ ─ characters: bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, rin itoshi ✿ ─ cw: somewhat angst, nsfw, smut, gn!reader, afab!reader, no pronouns, aged-up!characters(21+), established relationships??, exes to lovers, kissing, groping, dirty talk, semi-public sex, lots of jealousy, alcohol use, posessiveness, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, toxic behaviors/dynamics, use of foul language, suggestive themes, proofread?? ✿ ─ notes: they are straight up drabbles. i wrote hyoma's first and i was like, omg this is way too long. fuck it, hope i can get the others close to this word count. and then they were longer. im so sorry i promise next time i wont be so long winded.

BACHIRA MEGURU is unsettled by the silence that lingers in your absence...

he honestly doesn’t know what to do with himself. the heavy loneliness he feels in a bed far too big for just one person is almost enough to push him to call you, staring at your contact for at least an hour. you were best friends. partners in crime. a power couple. how could things be over? he misses your voice more than anything else, all the time in his day usually spent deep in conversation with you now feeling empty.

he could tell that he reached a real pathetic stage of heartbroken when he started listening to old voicemails from you at night, but couldn’t find it in himself to care as he smiles at your laugh and tears up at your i love you’s. that turns into scrolling through photos he has of you, and then that has his mind drifting to the hidden album he has dedicated to you, full of the numerous risqué shots you’ve sent him over the course of your relationship. meguru doesn’t dwell on the moral dilemma of keeping the pictures, they were his after all. either gifted to him or taken by him, so he feels he has some sort of right to them. when he scrolls to a particular video from his point of view of your pretty mouth wrapped around his tip, his hand almost immediately moves to palm his crotch. he tugs down his boxers to stroke himself to the scene of you deepthroating his cock, the sweet sound of your moans and sputters through his phone speaker making both his dick and his heart ache for you.

after some time spent desperately trying to create a cheap imitation of the pleasure you make him feel, bachira grows frustrated. it’s really unfair now that he thinks about it. how could you indulge him in all his deepest fantasies and give him the wildest hottest fucks of his life only to leave him high and dry in the end? finally giving up on cumming, covered in a thin layer of sweat, he opens his phone again in some lust fueled bravery, texting you hey can we talk?

in your apartment, you were dedicating your evening to trying not to think about all the ways you missed your ex, knowing that the first few weeks of a break up were the hardest. you stand up from the couch, breaking out of your thoughts and hoping to just distract yourself for the time being. picking up your cell was extremely counter productive in that regard, your heart jumping at a text from megs ‹𝟹. he wants to talk. seeing that the text was sent half an hour ago, you jump to reply yeah sure. when? you don’t even think before accepting, the chance to bask in his attention one more time is too tempting when missing him this much. the contact picture you set for him pops up, indicating an incoming call.

you take a breath in the tense silence, offering a somewhat unsure, “hello?” his end of the call comes to life all of a sudden, finally connecting through his current shoddy service. he sounds slightly out of breath and you hear a faint ding in the background. the grainy noises let you know that he probably wasn’t in the quiet privacy of his home as he usually would be at this time. “meguru? is now a bad time to talk?”

“no! now's a good time,” he reassures, “i’m in the elevator up to your place.”

“you’re what?”

there’s some more shuffling from him and quick footsteps that echo both from the call and the hallway outside your apartment. “open up.”

there’s apprehension floating somewhere in your mind, but the big part of you that was very much not over him moves your feet towards the door, unlocking it. as soon as the physical barrier between you and him is gone, there is a completely different tone that settles and you almost sense it before it happens when he pushes forward to crash his lips onto yours. he didn’t exactly have a plan showing up, but seeing you, there was only one thing his body wanted to do. your back collides with the wall of your entryway, one of his hands already on the back of your head to cushion the blow, his other arm coiled around your waist to press you flush against him. unaware of it, the two of you share the same thought. this is 1000 times better than being alone tonight.

“meguru.” you call out trying to gently push against his chest to create some room between you. trying to be the rational one and state the obvious facts. you broke up with him. he shouldn’t be here. it’ll just cause more heartache for the both of you. but tingles run up his back when you say his name that way, breathless as he steals all the air from you. fuels his need to hold onto you tighter and not let you go this time around. eventually you manage to get your hand over his mouth to stop him from kissing you before your resolve really breaks and you let this go too far. “megu we shouldn’t. this is hard enough as it is-”

he pries your fingers away, and just when you think he is going to say something, convince you, justify himself, he dips his head down to capture your lips again, gently sucking on the bottom one to draw out a gasp so he can shove his tongue in. greedy hands grab at your thighs, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his waist so he can shamelessly rut his hips against yours. he makes it hard to think straight, pulling away after a moment to stare into your eyes, giving you that signature wild look that causes your knees to go weak. “tell me you don’t want me.”

“huh?”

“look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me.” he watches you expectantly, his impatience showing when he begins softly rocking into you. “cause we both know nobody else can make you cum like i can. let me make you feel good.”

you don’t find the strength to turn down his offer, not when you’re already panting at the affection he’s given you and soaking from the rhythmic press of his hard cock against you. bachira relishes the relief and arousal that floods through him when you wrap your arms around his neck to drag him into another sloppy kiss, and you feel his grin grow against your lips. the competitor in him recognizes a challenge, his heart pounding in perverse excitement. he has one chance to prove to you just how much you need him. lucky for you, that’s the kind of risk your ex gets off on.

CHIGIRI HYOMA is unreasonably bitter...

you and him are a perfect match, and the thought of you ever replacing him makes him sick. the egoist in him can’t stand the idea of someone stealing his role in your life. someone else taking you out, having your attention, putting their hands on you. deep down some rational part of him knows that he doesn’t stake any claim over you anymore, but the sinking pit in his stomach does nothing to alleviate the gut instinct that you’re his.

it eats at him. chigiri feels childish stalking your social media or casually asking mutual friends about you. he doesn’t want to seem affected, but he just can’t help but give into his curiosity. this same ‘curiosity’ is what leads him to hanging out in the bars he knows you frequent, either with friends or without. he hardly admits to himself that he’s hoping to run into you, but when it actually does happen, hyoma doesn’t hesitate to approach. he’s unsure if it’s the irresistible pull of being within arms reach of you again, or the selfish intuition to make his move on you before anyone else has the chance.

it seems innocent enough. he’s as charismatic and lighthearted as ever, offering to catch up, buy you a drink or two. chemistry you’ve always shared slowly surfaces through conversation. there was no denying that he had his charms, ones that hit all your soft spots just like the first time he won you over. so when he ‘accidentally’ bumps into you on your way out of the bathroom, and wraps his arms around you so you don’t fall over from tipsy imbalance, you barely even question it. being in his embrace is familiar and there is a glance shared between you with a certain spark to it that it’s only natural he leans down to kiss you. hyoma is nothing if not an opportunist, smoothly steering you back into the small bar bathroom, his lips and tongue never leaving you.

he’s panting into your mouth between hungry kisses, hands already tugging at your clothing. his teeth find your neck, sucking and biting warm bruises in his wake, eager to mark every inch of skin he can latch onto. before you get the chance to playfully tease him about crawling back to you, your body is twisted around and bent forward over the sink. your eyes dart to the mirror in front of you, meeting his smug grin as he yanks your pants and underwear down your thighs.

hyoma reaches his hand around to dip between your folds, deft fingers rubbing languid circles into your clit the way he knows you like. if it werent for the cocktails you would be embarrassed by the way you immediately melt into his touch, whimpers readily escaping you. “you’re already whining like that and i’ve barely even touched you, this pussy must’ve really missed me, huh?”

pleasure shoots up your core, arching your back at the feeling, pressing your ass into the bulge straining against his jeans. a moan bubbles up in his throat, but he’s quick to close his mouth, muffling the sound to a soft grunt, not willing to indulge you in the reactions you always seek to draw out of him. his hips push forward to grind into yours, the hard outline of his cock enough to remind you of what more you could be having instead of this PG13 dry humping session. you try to catch his gaze in the mirror, but it never leaves the place where you connect, giving you only soft thrusts while his fingers are unrelenting against your clit. “hyoma.” you manage to get out between heavy breaths. pink eyes finally travel up to meet yours. “please give it to me.”

and on a normal day, your ex-boyfriend would’ve dragged out the foreplay and teased you until you’re near tears and begging him for more, but something about the way you ask feels like a confession. that you wanted him just as desperately as he had been craving you. it sparks a fire up chigiri’s spine, wasting no time shoving the tight denim down to release himself. soon enough the tip of his pretty dick is squished against your entrance. his jaw is clenched from the restraint it takes not to immediately bury himself balls deep, grabbing your waist to keep steady.

any doubts that he had about still pining after you are gone, because the first tight clench of your cunt around his tip confirms what he’s always wholeheartedly believed. you were fucking made for him.

“god fuck,” he mutters breathily, biting down onto his bottom lip as he watches your hole swallow his entire length. his hips wind back, not getting far before the grip your walls have on him forces him to slowly sink back in. “anyone else fill you up this good, angel? get you this wet?” he asks, one of his hands grabbing hold of your hair to make you properly face him in the reflection again, wearing a cocky smirk that makes your stomach do flips.

a pout forms on your lips at his leisurely thrusts, far from enough to satisfy you, especially when you’ve seen firsthand the speed and effort he is depriving you of. “i don’t know, im getting a bit bored here princess,” you mock, despite the way you’re barely able to contain your noises as is.

without warning his pace becomes the staple unrelenting and overwhelming one you fantasize about while futilely trying to get off on your own. hyoma lets go of your hair in favor of clamping down over your mouth, loud moans already beginning to spill out around his fingers. the sight of the typically cool-headed prince losing his nonchalance, fucking you with pure ego and a savage glimmer in his eyes isn’t something you’ll easily forget. “this what you wanted? only satisfied when i fuck you stupid, right?"

ITOSHI RIN is not a fan of losing you, but loves getting you back...

rin doesn’t fall in love easily. he doesn’t know exactly how you managed it, but you barged into his life unannounced and dragged love out of him with your unrelenting company and killer smile. and rin was no willing victim either, figuratively kicking and screaming the whole way with his many cold moments and guarded emotions. in the end you won, with him wrapped helplessly around your finger. while rin would prefer to deny you any power over him, there’s a fire that burns in his chest for you that demands he give you everything he has. and he does.

but his love proves to be too much and not enough. too much in the ways of his possessive tendencies and clinginess and toxic defensiveness. and not enough in the way that it doesn’t keep you around. not that he blames you for it, although he does get the occasional bitter thought that you should’ve known to leave him alone from the start. deep down he knows he doesn’t really mean it, preferring even this pitiful longing you leave him with to the dark cloud that was his life before you. and it’s what he fears of returning to if you ever manage to fully pull away from him one day.

the first time you break up, rin admittedly doesn’t deal with it well. after endless calls and texts and showing up at your place with flowers and vulnerability, you take him back, only to return to the same arguments when his jealousy issues get out of hand. he wished he could say the second or third time went differently. fourth time around, however, rin gains some semblance of dignity and decides to keep his distance. maybe it was time to give moving on the good old college try. what other option did he have? as in love with you as he was, he couldn’t force you to stay and wasn’t well equipped to do the soul searching necessary to rid himself of all the behaviors that bothered you. maybe this was a lesson he needed to grow into the type of guy you could see yourself with. at least he intended to take that route, until you showed up at his house a few days later begging for him to forgive you for ever thinking you could live without him. he doesn’t even feel embarrassment over how easily he caves. it can’t be his fault when that night you swore you’d always belong to him while screaming his name. that same night he resolved that no matter what happened, you were it for him, and until you told him without a shadow of a doubt that you no longer loved him, he would return to you every time.

it started this viscous cycle of an on and off again relationship, fueled by passion and possession from both parties. one that rin never planned on ending as long as it was the only way he got to call you his, feeling a deep sense of comfort in the fact that you were weak for him too. that’s why he’s unsurprised hearing a knock on his door at 11PM. a new record considering it only been a day since the huge fight that caused your latest break up, not that rin was keeping count.

he has to stop himself from running to the door, because if he was honest he was thinking of grabbing his keys and heading to you minutes earlier. it doesn’t take more than a, “i’m so sorry baby,” to have him scooping you up into his arms on instinct. the familiar security of your legs wrapped around his hips, hands grabbing at your ass as he carries you to his bed, makes up for the self-loathing mess he becomes in the aftermath of every separation.

none of that other stuff matters when he gets to have you under him like this, already whining in anticipation as he peels away your bottom layers. rin can’t resist leaning in for a quick kiss to your clit before looking up at you from between your legs. a finger ghosts along your slit causing you to squirm and lean up towards the touch before one of his strong hands pushes you firmly to the bed, resting just under your navel. fortunately for you, rin is terrible at denying you the things he knows you want. especially when he’s practically drooling for you, letting the excess spit dribble out of his mouth and onto your cunt. you feel him lick long stripes from your entrance to your clit before wrapping his lips around it.

rin eats you as if it were his first meal in days. being apart from you always seemed a whole lot longer when he has to fear if you really mean it this time when you say you wanna stop seeing him. so he allows himself to be greedy, laves at your slick ravenously with a loud groan and humping his hips against the mattress to relieve his cock that’s already leaking in his boxers. your hands bury themselves in his hair, throwing your head back in pleasure as he bites down into your thigh, leaving an imprint of his teeth. “god you taste so good. you’re fucking criminal for trying to keep this perfect pussy from me.”

his free hand wanders to your core, two fingers easily slipping inside from a mix of your juices and his drool, curling to just the right spot. he sucks your clit into his mouth, your sweet moans fill the air and he has to stop his thrusts to keep himself from cumming in his pants at the sound, pulling away from you with a lewd pop. “‘ts mine,” he grunts out, “you’re fucking mine, and no one can make you feel like this but me. say it.”

“only you rin! ‘m yours!” you choke out, bucking against the pressure he puts on your stomach. satisfied with your response, he dives back in, fingers pumping into you with steady rhythm and using his tongue to lap up everything that leaks out. his intense gaze stays trained on yours with a newfound determination to make you feel so good, you’re ruined for anyone else but him.

“all mine.”

◑.◑ its honestly tempting to write a whole fic for rin…

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[nothorses]

I hope this is okay to ask but I’m pretty desperate and googling stuff has failed me, so do you or one of your followers have recommendations on how to deal with the BO that comes with taking testosterone? I never had BO that couldn’t just be managed by showering enough and putting on just any deodorant but now that I’m taking T I sweat a lot and I smell bad and I nothing I do seems to fix it. My boss has politely mentioned it several times now despite all my effort and it’s so mortifying and embarrassing.

Things I’ve tried and am currently doing include so many different deodorants which I bring to work and reapply, putting baking powder in my shoes, on top of general basic hygiene. But none of it seems to make a dent and it doesn’t help that I can’t really change clothes or shoes throughout the day. I have to wear closed toed shoes and a lab coat and my job is pretty active, plus it’s 10 minutes walk from the parking lot and it’s over 100F or 40 C right now so when I arrive at work I’m already pouring sweat. I also have a large chest so it all gets under my bra and soaks into it and by the end of the day the bottom part of my bra reeks.

I know some ocasional BO on a busy day can’t be helped but none of the other people at work including other male coworkers seem to have the same issue at all, so there’s got to be a solution but I haven’t found it. Im thinking of trying antiperspirants but I also know I need to sweat and I would rather not put my health at risk. So if anyone has something that works for them please let me know bc im really desperate here.

First I want to say: you're not doing anything wrong. You probably just sweat more than some other folks, and that's not your fault, and you shouldn't feel bad about it. I'm gonna give you some ideas to try if you haven't yet, but I don't know how much you've already tried, and it sounds like you've been through a lot already.

I also have always had terrible BO, and the only thing that helped at all pre-T was "prescription strength" deodorant. I honestly have had less of an issue since starting T, weirdly enough, but part of that is also that I physically cannot stand to shower any less frequently than every single morning (not necessarily a good thing lol), and I also started using antibacterial products on my armpits when I shower.

Currently I use benzoyl peroxide body wash on my armpits, which can be drying, but it hasn't caused me issues so far (just look for Panoxyl, other brands have caused irritation for me and my partner both). I used Betadine surgical scrub before that for a bit (you collect weird shit when you work with horses 🤷‍♂️) and that worked well, too- plus it's less likely to irritate skin.

I also find that certain shirts cause me to sweat there more, and those also tend to be the more form-fitting shirts that get up into my armpits. That skin def needs to breathe.

My partner has had trouble with feet/shoes in the past, and he's used cedar shoeforms to mitigate that (cedar is also antibacterial!). He also makes sure any shoes he gets are breathable (not leather), and if they are leather, he gives them at least a day or two between wears. Probably good practice if you notice any kind of smell on any of your shoes.

You mention baking powder, and I'm not sure if you meant baking soda and just mixed them up (which I do all the time lmao) but just in case: if you are using baking powder, the one you want is baking soda.

I don't have much advice for chest sweat, except that you may want to consider bringing an extra bra (and maybe an extra pair of socks if you're noticing it before the end of the day) to change into midway through the day. You can also look for more breathable fabrics in general, especially athletic-wear, which is already designed to help wick sweat and mitigate those issues.

Lastly, I want to stress again that you're not doing anything wrong. Some people have more trouble with this than others, and if you're really struggling in a way nobody around you is, it may be that you've got something going on in your body that they don't have to deal with. This could be a medical thing as well (like acne!!), and there's no shame in seeking medical solutions for it. Talk to your doctor if you can; it sounds like it's causing you distress, and you deserve to be comfortable.

[blueeyedgirll]

Sneaking In - Sal Fisher x F!Reader

a/n: this is something i literally think about constantly :)> sneaking out was sal’s idea not yours there’s no delinquency here. unfortunately this is NOT part two of he’d loooove that because to be transparent i don’t know where to go with it! i promise i started it though it’ll come out soon •3•

this fic includes: boyfriend sneaking in trope, rebellion, sal ITCHING to see you, no use of y/n, for some reason you don’t have a screen on your window but whatever, established relationship, smooching, cuddling

The dark, late night sprawls outside as the twinkle of fairy lights keeps you awake. The chatter from the movie you were watching keeps your ears occupied as you consider texting or calling someone to ease the boredom overtaking you.

You settle on your boyfriend, Sal.

You and Sal had been dating for almost a year and a half. You started dating in the beginning of freshman year, and are still together now, halfway through sophomore year. Dating Sal had been nothing short of wonderful. He has always been such a kind and loving person, and it shows in your relationship. You and Sal are the kind of couple that people call “goals,” or talk about because they “need a relationship like that.”

You pick up your phone to text Sal, but upon reaching his contact, you decide to call him instead.

The line rings once, twice, and then he picks up.

“Hey, love. Are you alright? Why are you calling so late?” He says as less of a question for his sake and more to make sure you were okay.

“Yeah, I just missed you,” You respond.

“Well, I miss you too. I’m glad you called.” Sal pauses for a moment and you hear shuffling.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to move Gizmo off my bed so I can lie down.”

You laugh at the thought of Sal trying his hardest to gently move his very large cat off the bed.

“Just pick him up,” You say, realizing that it’s in his nature to be gentle so he likely wouldn’t.

“No, he’s comfortable.” You hear him scoff in frustration and the thunk of him hitting the bed. “I give up.”

You laugh and change the subject.

“Well, what were you doing before you decided to evacuate Gizmo?”

“Honestly… I was trying to study for my history test, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. It was really hard to try to remember what years the American Revolution took place when the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen kept crossing my mind.”

His sudden compliment made you smile.

“Why, thank you. Luckily I wasn’t doing anything productive, because I promise you I would’ve been in the same boat…” You think for a moment. You both really miss each other, so why not make plans for the weekend?

“Sal, I want to see you. Want to hang out tomorrow?”

He pauses before he answers.

“Why wait?”

“What?”

“Why wait until tomorrow? I miss you now.”

You consider his point. You missed him now, too. But the thorough punishment that awaited you if your parents found out hung over you like a storm cloud.

“Sal, my parents will kill me if I sneak out.”

“Then let me.”

“My parents will also kill me if they catch me sneaking my boyfriend in my room in the dead of night. Can’t you hear how bad that sounds?”

“That’s why they won’t catch me. Please, baby? I can be sneaky, I promise.”

You pause for a moment.

You consider.

You decide the reward outweighs the consequences.

“Okay. I’ll see you in a few then?”

You can hear him silently cheer. “Yes you will. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The phone beeps after the call ends. A rush of adrenaline and emotions flows through you as it fully processes that you’re sneaking your boyfriend in, but the risk just made it that much more fun.

A few minutes pass that consist of you switching between pacing your room and tidying up. You realize that Sal needs to get in somehow, so you turn to leave your room and unlock the back door. Before you could leave, however, you hear a tap on the window.

You throw open your curtains and it is none other than Sal. His electric blue hair illuminated by the moonlight, he stares up at you, eyes visibly crinkled through the eyeholes in his mask.

You open the window to let him in. He smiles up at you and hoists himself onto your windowsill before jumping silently onto your floor. He stops to look around for a moment, then pulls you into his arms.

“We have a door, you know,” You say teasingly.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You smile at him and draw your hands around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. You reach to the back of his head and unbuckle his mask, and he bows his head to let you.

You pull the mask off of his scarred face and he looks at you longingly with his bright blue lovesick eyes. Before either of you can speak, you both lean into a kiss. His lips meet yours in a unification powerful enough to make your knees tremble. He wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you deeper into the kiss, allowing you to run your hands through his soft hair.

"Wasn't this worth it? And, hey, I bet your parents are still sound asleep. They don't have a clue!" Sal drags out the last few words of his sentence in an excited whisper.

"Yeah, it was. Thank you for coming over."

"No problem. I missed you and it made me really want to see you."

"I can tell."

He smiles at your comment and moves to sit on your bed. You set his mask on your bedside table and follow his lead by propping yourself up on the headboard, patting the spot beside you to urge him over. He sits right next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He's so close that you can feel how warm he is through his sweater and smell his body wash.

He turns his head to give you a kiss on the cheek. You wrap your arms around his waist and fit your head into the spot between his neck and his collarbone, listening to his heart steadily beating.

"I love you," Sal whispers. "I love you, too."

[writer-in-theory]

berry sweet on your lips

TW: Period-typical homophobia, Some Internalized homophobia, Implied abuse (Steve's dad is a pos)

When Steve was seven, his Mama caught him in her makeup.

He was sitting up on the bathroom counter, sloppily drawn eyeliner over his eyelids and trying to apply bright cherry red lipstick to his lips without smearing. The application process required so much focus he hadn't realized when the front door opened downstairs, or when his mom called repeatedly for him to come down to dinner. He did hear the surprised little yelp from her though, and the sigh once she realized which eyeliner he'd accidentally broken.

"Honey, those aren't toys to play with." His Mama's voice was tight like she was barely containing her frustration at the lost products. Dad always made her upset, and Steve didn't want to add to it. So it didn't seem like a good time to correct her, that no, he wasn't trying to play. He'd seen how pretty makeup could make people, and he wanted it. He wanted to be pretty.

Instead, he sighed and nodded, hopping down from the counter. "Sorry, Mama."

"It's okay, baby, that stuff just isn't for kids to play with. C'mon, let's get you washed up and we can get some dinner."

It wasn't the last time he'd thought about makeup, though it took years until Steve found the courage to try again.

--

It happened when he was fourteen in Carol Perkins's basement. He, Tommy, and Carol spent most nights together anymore. The Perkins' always volunteered to babysit Steve when he was younger and his Mama started going on business trips with his dad, and they always let Tommy come over so he wouldn't be left out. That basement with its bright tie-dyed blankets scattered around and posters of every attractive celebrity you could imagine felt more like home than his own house.

Maybe that was why he felt so comfortable suggesting it in the first place.

"Ugh, I need more girl friends, honestly," Carol groaned, flopping back onto the pile of pillows and blankets she'd acquired.

"What now? We're not entertaining enough?" Tommy teased from where he and Steve were playing air hockey. Steve's knuckles were sure to bruise tomorrow from the speed with which they were knocking the puck at each other but they hadn't stopped laughing yet. "Need to go braid Tina's hair and talk about boys?"

"You're not boring," Carol clarified, "but it'd be nice to do someone's makeup and talk about boys every once in awhile. A girl needs some gossip."

Tommy laughed, so Steve laughed too because it seemed the right thing to do. But really...it didn't sound so bad, did it? So when the laughter died down, he spoke up. "You could put makeup on me, I don't care," Steve shrugged.

He did. He did care so much. Even the thought of it made his heart flutter, threatening to fly away at any second.

"Really?" Carol raise one eyebrow, sitting all the way up and twisting around to face him. "You'd let me put makeup on you? The whole thing, I don't do boring makeup."

"C'mon, man, don't let her do that to you," Tommy groaned, but Steve just shrugged again and abandoned the air hockey table, coming over to sit down on the floor with Carol.

"It washes off, right?" As if he hadn't known how easy it was to swipe off red lipstick, though it would always leave a deep tint to his lips like he'd been eating berries. "It can't hurt."

It at least made Carol happy, and seeing her smile as she rushed off to retrieve her makeup bag made Tommy's grumbles about ditching the game worth it.

And you know, it was fun. Carol was actually gentle, and seemed to know what she was doing. Steve had his eyes closed most of the time while she brushed powder and liner on them, as she swiped mascara on and tried to perfect whatever glamorous look she'd seen in her latest magazine. She did talk about boys too, all about which girl had crushes on each boy that they knew, and why Eric Thompson was the most crushed on boy in Hawkins Middle.

"Eric Thompson? Get a grip, Perkins, you can do so much better than him," Steve told her, laughing at her indignant shout.

"Seriously. The guy's a total meathead," Tommy called from where he was sprawled out across one of the couches, idly watching whatever movie the Perkins' decided to rent for the night.

"You're a total meathead," Carol shot back in return. "Not Stevie here, though. No, I think after I tell all the girls about what a good guy you are, you'll be the new king of Hawkins Middle."

"Screw Hawkins Middle, I better be king of Hawkins High for this," Steve laughed, only because he had no idea how to thank her for it. By the time he'd left the Perkins' house the next morning, the bright eyeshadow and tacky lip gloss had been washed away but the feeling of pure peace it had brought him persisted.

--

Steve hadn't dared try again, not until he was sixteen and saw a guy wearing nail polish. It was one of the Seniors, the one who wore all black and who the whole basketball team called The Freak. And maybe he was a freak, Steve didn't really ever have a reason to talk to him and find out, but the sight of the swath of black over his nails left Steve breathless.

"You taking photography this semester, Harrington?" The guy—something Munson, Steve thinks—asked when Steve hadn't stopped staring in the hallway.

"Huh?" Steve startled, looking down both sides of the hallway as if to check if any of his friends were seeing who he was talking to. "No?"

"Shame," Munson let out a little 'tsk' noise, the way Steve's dad always did when he was disappointed. "You could've taken a picture and made it last longer."

Oh, oh. Steve's face flushed red, and the second he saw a flash of another green and orange letterman he panicked. They would know, oh God they'd see him with The Freak and it would all be over, they would figure out that he wanted to paint his nails too and—

Steve wasn't proud of the words spoken after that. They lingered far after he'd said them, swirling in his head until it sounded a little more like his dad was repeating them over and over again, reminding Steve of just what kind of person he was to stay clear away from.

It was that guilt that finally convinced him to go to Melvald's, where the kind woman at the counter didn't question why he was buying the cheapest makeup products he could find. He didn't even know if any of it would look good together, he just knew he needed it. He needed a way to see himself like this before he messed up again where someone could see, where someone could figure him out.

And so began the careful ritual. Every night he'd rush home from practice, lock his bedroom door even though he knew his parents were away on another trip, and swipe the makeup over his eyes, cheeks, lips. He got better at it with every attempt, until the liner wasn't shaky and his lipstick didn't look like it had already been kissed off (and now, wasn't that a thought).

--

Except that was the trouble with secrets, wasn't it? They couldn't stay buried for long, not when Hawkins was so small and this felt so much larger than the town, than the state, than anything Steve had ever been apart of.

It was only a matter of time until his dad found out.

That night he'd been sloppy, unprepared for his parents to come home early. The light in the upstairs bathroom had gone out and instead of changing it he'd moved downstairs, where the lights had already been switched out to a cooler white that made it easier to see what colors he was painting his skin with.

Steve Harrington was pretty sure he would die that night, all over deep red lipstick and perfectly-drawn eyeliner.

He didn't know where he was running to, all he knew was that he couldn't stay in Loch Nora. He ran until he was near the edge of town, nothing but trees and the one road leading out surrounded him. Steve hadn't had his car keys on him, and there was no way he could go back for them without facing his dad's righteous anger. Steve let out a painful cry, finding nothing left to do but lay down on the pavement and stare at the stars. He was barely eighteen, no car, no money except whatever bills were stuffed in his pocket, no plan. Just himself and that damned red lipstick still lingering like berry-stained evidence on his lips.

He didn't move for anything. Not when the night grew chilly enough to freeze his joints and prick up goosebumps on his arms. Not when the rumble of an old car engine came roaring in the distance, or for the subsequent squeal of brakes and a loud horn.

"Shit, Harrington, I know you have air for a brain but what the fuck are you do—" The person cut themselves off, like from seeing the state of him. They'd probably hit him too, kick at him while he was down because why the fuck did he think he could get away with this shit in the middle of nowhere Indiana?

"Shit, Harrington," the voice hissed again, sounding as pained as Steve thought he should feel.

"Get on with it," Steve voiced, voice rough with tears and the violent yells his dad had hit out of him.

"Get on with what?"

Steve rolled his eyes, turning his head to meet Eddie Munson's gaze. He wondered if he still painted his nails. He wondered if it even mattered, because even Eddie Munson didn't do what Steve did. "I'm tired, man. If you're gonna get your revenge on me make it quick."

That startled Eddie, reminding Steve of just how expressive the guy was. It was almost humorous, the way his head reeled back and his eyes widened impossibly far.

"Get in the van, Harrington."

Right, if Eddie was gonna murder him he couldn't do it out in the open, not where anyone could be driving by.

So Steve picked himself up from the ground, not bothering to brush off his jeans before sliding into the passenger seat. They didn't talk the whole drive. No music played. They just sat in complete and total silence, punctuated only by the nervous taps of Eddie's hand on the steering wheel.

Eddie Munson must be stupider than he was. Most murderers wouldn't drive their victim to their own trailer before finishing the job. Though, Steve supposed all Eddie had to say was that he saw Steve Harrington wearing lipstick and it'd all be waved away. Upstanding citizen, that Eddie Munson was.

"Shower's back there, there's a first aid kit on the shelf," Eddie spoke, unable to stand still once they got inside the trailer.

And that, well that was just downright weird. Steve tilted his head to the side, eyeing the little hallway Eddie waved his hand at like it might jump at him. "What's happening?"

"What do you mean?" Eddie sounded tired, like he hadn't slept in weeks. Steve felt like he'd never slept at all, like he might never again.

"You...aren't you gonna...?"

"I mean, I could if you think you're gonna fall," Eddie said nervously, eyes also watching the hallway. "Just tryin' to protect your modesty, man."

"What?" Nothing was making sense, and Steve was beginning to wonder if maybe his head had hit the tile floor one too many times because this was supposed to be simple, cut and dry.

"Can you just go clean up, Harrington?"

"Why?"

"Because I hate seeing all that damn blood on you, okay?" Eddie snapped out, voice raising in pitch the more worked up he got. "I don't know what the hell happened, but I hate it."

Oh.

"You're not...you're not gonna...?" Steve repeated, including a lackluster air punch.

That seemed to make everything click in place for Eddie. He sucked in a breath and both hands flew to the top of his head, scraping through his unruly curls. "Shit, you think? Nah, man, I'm not a piece of shit like whoever did that to you. C'mon."

Eddie started walking down the hallway, and honestly this all felt so vaguely dreamlike Steve couldn't do anything but follow, wordlessly sitting on the toilet lid where Eddie waved for him to be. The other man was knelt between his legs, wiping off his face with a wet washcloth. His touch was gentle, experienced as he wiped away the blood and set to work rubbing antibiotic onto each open cut.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Steve whispered out, eyes focused on the barest hint of eyeliner on Eddie's eyes. The other man clearly wasn't wearing it to be pretty though. No, this was drawn on with intentional haste, and made Eddie look so fucking badass that Steve didn't know what to do about it. "I sucked in school. I was awful to you."

Eddie's hands didn't stop, brown eyes focused on Steve's lips as he wiped at the split in the lower one. He could see the breath hitch in the other man's chest though, a quick collapse of Eddie's chest before his breath restarted at a normal rhythm. "You did suck, but that doesn't mean you deserve this."

Steve didn't say anything else, couldn't really. Not when the lump in his throat grew until he was sure he would never be able to breathe again, and the tears began to spill without inhibition. And Eddie, well Eddie let him. He just kept patching him up, never saying anything, never berating him or looking disgusted by the tears. He just sat with Steve while he let it out, eyes looking to Steve's every so often as if to check he was okay.

"I think something's wrong with me." The whisper sounded so loud in the tiny bathroom, echoing around and around and smacking into Steve's chest repeatedly.

"No." It was the first time Eddie seemed bothered by anything Steve said all night, fingers gripping tightly around the corner of the counter he was holding to keep himself steady. "There's nothing wrong with you."

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but Eddie cut him off. He looked Steve right in the eyes, a kind of fire lighting up in those dark brown eyes of his. "Steve Harrington, there is nothing wrong or broken or shameful about you. So you like to wear makeup, lots of guys do."

"I've never met anyone who does."

"Because you're in Bumfuck, Indiana," Eddie continued on, never sounding more passionate than he did now. It was intense, sure, but Steve had longed for someone, anyone, to say what Eddie was now. And of course it was the guy with the painted nails he'd been enraptured by years before. "Just you wait, pretty boy, there's a whole world out there with people like us."

Like us. Like us.

"C'mon, you need some sleep. We can figure out the details in the morning."

"Wait...what?"

Eddie laughed a little, shattering the heavy moment with a burst of pure warmth. He stood up and offered a ringed hand out to help Steve up despite him not needing it. Eddie's hand was cold in his own, but it felt right there.

"Try to keep up, Harrington," he teased. "If you don't mind sharing a bed, you can stay here. Us freaks have to stick together, right?"

"I mean...your uncle won't...?"

"Nah, Wayne'll love pissin' Robert Harrington off," Eddie answered coolly, "And he's cool with...everything."

And despite Steve's skepticism, he was. Wayne Munson was pretty much the greatest support anyone could ever have. His face had flashed dangerously when Steve admitted what happened, saying the world had no place for men who hit their boys (Steve wondered only briefly why the topic seemed to pain Wayne so much). And living with Eddie Munson, well, it was great. The trailer was small and Eddie kicked in his sleep, but Eddie also smiled from the second he was awake and the no place had ever quite felt like home in the way the Munson trailer did.

And the next time Steve found the courage to sit and do his makeup, it came with bright smiles instead of that old, lingering fear.

[skrrts]

Hey, are you busy right now? ft. HONGJOONG (drabble series)

✧ gn! reader x kim hongjoong ✧ genre: non-idol, slice of life, fluff, dating, video call ✧ word count: 904

You tried your best, really, but after hours of studying, you can't read another page. Calling your boyfriend seems like a good idea for a small break: When Hongjoong finally calls you back after missing your attempt of doing so, you can't help but wonder if he’s the one who needs to be reminded that breaks from work are important. It's hard to be upset with him when he's all sleepy, though.

You looked at your phone, pouting a little as it was ringing but it did not seem as if Hongjoong would pick up. No, you did not really blame him, honestly. If anything, he hopefully was asleep. Your boyfriend had an awful habit of overworking himself, accepting one or two too many projects at once.

You pushed yourself out of your seat, venturing into the kitchen to prepare a snack when you heard the soft buzzing of your phone, leading to you almost running, barely avoiding falling over your backpack when you answered.

It was dark, curtains keeping out the light but you could see a figure moving before a pretty face showed, barely visible in the dim light of the phone screen.

“Good morning,” his voice was still full of sleep but he smiled softly, tapping a painted nail against the screen

“It’s six in the evening, handsome,” you chuckled and he blinked, seemingly paying attention to the little clock on his phone.

“Oops,” his sleepy smile was one of the best, it was before all the worries of the day took over, Hongjoong always tried to hide all of them but you had gotten used to them.

“You need to work less, babe. What do I do with you?” you sighed as you closed your books.

Hongjoong rolled on his back, looking innocently: “I know… I just have a hard time to say no when they ask me if I can help out. For now, this is tough, I know but in the long run, once I made myself a name in the production scene, I will get better projects with more free time.”

For a moment, you stood there, contemplating, before carefully placing your phone on your nightstand, taking your backpack, and shoving things in.

“That’s not it silly, you need to look out for your health! I bet you did not only overwork yourself again but didn’t even have a proper meal, did you?” you held in and there was a hint of flush on your boyfriend's cheek, visible even in the dark.

“Maybe…?”

“Kim Hongjoong! What do I do with you and your bad habits?” he looked a little shy when you called him out by his full name but you chuckled, taking your phone.

“I just need to make sure you stay healthy. I know how important this is for you but you also need breaks, for your own sake and because your favorite person needs some of your attention too and to know you are doing okay.”

He chuckled, slipping out of bed, and turning on some lights: “Why do I feel like I was supposed to scold you? Did you study again for several hours without a break?”

You grinned: “Possible but now I was given a good excuse to stop with that for the day. I will pack a few things and come over, stay for a few days, if that's okay? I have the rest of the week off and I can just study at your place while you are off to work.”

Hongjoong hummed: “Challenging, when I have the most stunning person staying at my place, I am not sure if I can leave. There are so many things I’d rather do then: kiss, cuddle, whisper I love you over and over.”

Oh, you liked the sound of that. There was nothing better than falling asleep, feeling his arms curling around you by the time he came home and waking up with his pretty face snuggled closely to yours. The way how Hongjoong loved to cling to you from behind, eyes closed, chin resting against your shoulder, lazily following along while you prepare breakfasts, loose kisses here and there.

“I am afraid, you will have to take the risk,” you winked and the books landed in the bag too. Now you only needed to change into some other clothes and you would be good to go.

“Do you want me to buy food? We can cook together too. Honestly, I think I worked hard enough today, I deserve a break too.”

Hongjoong tilted his head: “Mh, cooking sounds fun.”

You clapped your hands together, smiling: “Gotcha! I’ll stop at the grocery store then. Anything else?”

You looked at Hongjoong in your screen and your cheeks turned red because he was looking at you in this very specific way, the one when he did not say I love you with words but his eyes.

“What’s with that gaze?” you asked shyly.

Hongjoong just smiled softly: “Nothing, was just thinking how lucky I am, having this amazing person kicking my butt cutely and loving this silly me.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled: “Somebody’s sappy this mor… evening but yes, he can count for that person always to be there!”

Your boyfriend grinned, leaning in a whisper: “So, would that person maybe … like to move in with me? Then we’d not have to do this via phone but in person… Instead, you could wake me up cutely with kisses and whisper how stunning I look, even with messy hair.”

Oh this guy! 

“Joong!”

He laughed: “Sorry!”

You bit your lip, looking at him: “But… I’d like that. Let’s do it.”

Hongjoong turned on the lights in his kitchen and opened the cupboard. In there were two cups you did not know yet, very likely handpainted by him, with his and your name on, in your favorite colors and cute prints.

“Welcome home, Y/N.”

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Top 3 Are HEATING UP

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Dec 2023 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Honestly, 3 are neck & necking for top position! They are all so good in different ways. But The Sign had me hooting with laughter this week, so it scooped #1.

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 4 of 10 - This show is literally everything (except straight) all at once. It's BL, queer, band of brothers, romcom, erotica, paranormal, fated mates, mystery, suspense, slasher, and horror. It’s the king of genre mash-up chaos. I have no idea what I’m watching but I’m ON this ride. Is it a roller coaster? Is it a haunted house? Is it a twirl & hurl? Is there candy floss? Am I even tall enough? Who tf cares. All through the second scene, I was laughing. It was legit funny. Billy has great comedic timing. Guess he’s not just a pretty face.

Everyone should be watching this. Sure, it's madness but there is genius in it.

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 6 of 12 -  Yech. August may be one of GMMTV’s least likable characters ever (and that is saying something). Meanwhile, MOAR language play! They spoiling me!

Mhok letting Day go then walking away at the party hurt so bad.

Argh this show is great!

Ep 6 so that kiss was right on schedule. I’m looking forward to the boyfriend eps before doom & pain in the new year. Carry on GMMTV. 

Speaking of...

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 2 of 12 - Oh they’re great. It’s great. It’s paced oddly, moving quickly through most of the key scenes of the original JBL in these first 2 eps. I think it’s intending to encompass more of the manga series than that one did. Which is good, cause that will get us all the way to The Library Kiss (TM). It's the best kiss in the manga. I also like the sides in this show (better than the JBL version). 

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) ep 8fin - What a lovely slightly unhinged little show. Tew, can we talk? Un-ironic suspenders, that takes courage. Also, the revolver was a crazy gun choice. 

Final thoughts:

This show is just as ridiculous as its title. About a gaymer who falls in love with one of his in-game teammates, who just happens to be a IRL gangster. A real gangster, the kind that actually kills people regularly. The lead pair is doing their best with a ridiculous story and shoddy script, but I enjoyed it. Although I was grateful it wasn’t very long, what we got was oddly satisfying if, frankly, a little bit silly. Recommended. 8/10 

That said, what's important about this BL is not the show, but the production and style. Let me explain... no, too much, let me sum up.

This is a chimera BL. Regarding characters: it has Japan's style otaku + Korea's style gangster + Thailand's style friendship group. It used Thai talent + Korean money (Kakao) & IP (adapted from a manwha) but aired on a Chinese channel globally (iQIYI). I'm delighted by the eclectic insanity of this production and truly doubt that any other genre but BL could ever produce like this. It's like diplomat's BL and it's the great wonder of our age that it happened at all. This BL deserves its place in the history books on production alone, even if that place is only in the footnotes. A remarkable little monster.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - The sides are… messy. Using the same actor for the old bf is… odd. But in the end, this show leaves me smiling. Which means, I like it despite myself. 

Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - It's decent. It’s basically what I wanted Antique Bakery to be when I first watched that way back when (not to mention Bite Me). But there’s been so much BL since then that, for some reason, this is falling flat. I think it’s moving too fast for a Thai series. Although, say what you like, Ohm has to be one of the best soft kissers in the industry. He's just good at mouth tenderness.

Ugh, that doesn't sound right. But you know what I mean.

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 7 of 10 - I love how First is so upset when Sprite starts chatting and being nice to Koh. Sprite is just a sweet easy-going likable boy. I enjoy Sprite as a main character, he’s a bubbly little communicator. And they had a cute kiss.  

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 5 of 14 - Because there was more Alan and Jeff and they were more key to the plot I was more into this ep. I do compare it to green smoothie down the pants in the Trash Watch.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 3 of 12 - Look OffGun are truly great. But I’m just not sure we need them in BL anymore. That said, it’s nice to see Off as "the one with the crush" for a change. Also, this show is only good when OffGun are on screen together, otherwise it kinda, well, sucks.

Night Dream (Sat YT) ep 1 of 6 - Cafe setting featuring a cook and a writer. *Seems awfully familiar.* Except these two are exes and this is a reunion romance. It’s stiff and very pulp but not bad (no crap sound effects) and I am a sucker for a reunion romance. That said, Rookie Thailand is not to be trusted, proceed with caution.

Absolute Zero (Weds iQIYI) ep 12fin - I'm grateful this is over. It was tense but for the wrong reasons - sadness and confusion. This final episode was fine, but that’s because it was mostly them being together + flashbacks. Plus all the familiar actor faces of the grown-up friends (hi, Karn my lovely, still stunning I see). But 2 of 12 episodes is not enough for the 10 of suffering and confusion that came before.

In conclusion:

A man is killed on his 10th anniversary resulting in a time paradox, for which the only solution is him never meeting his childhood sweetheart until later in life. Both lovers cycle back to the past at different ages, so that they each become their own 1st & 2nd great loves, but every time it ends in pain, until each also endures 10 years of separation. Finally it gets fixed, but leaves them with multiple memories of time's failures like temporal PTSD, and everyone around them has chronic deja vu. Me? I got both. This is one of those BLs that is high-quality with great acting but poor story. If you like your BL dwelling, maudlin, and tense due to angst and suffering, then you might enjoy this. But I just regret it, 6/10. Recommended only if you like confusing time travel emo pain.

In which case, just watch Tokyo in April is... instead. Give over Thailand, Japan does it better.

Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 6 of 8 - While our main couple isn’t working for me... the side couple isn’t working for me either. I really wanted to give LeoTai a chance, this is the 3rd show I’ve seen them in, and still nope. I like Jade a lot more when he’s sad. He’s a much more pleasant screen experience depressed. I would like him to stay hurt for a couple of eps, just so I can enjoy this show a tiny bit more. But then he just goes unhinged again. Argh. I just don’t like it. 

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Pisces of Me ep 17 of 24 - Codependent boyfriends in middle school planning for high school dealing with stuff. Including other boys being into them. 

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 5 of 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. DNF 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - It’s cute but I don’t think BL in this short format is Taiwan’s strength these days. And this is quite slow and dull. Perhaps they should have whacked it down to 6 eps, not 10.

Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 3 of 8 - This is one of those JBLs that I should like on paper but is failing me. The drag bit was ridiculous but handled gently. The kiss was… well… something wasn’t it? It’s all very odd. I like the photographer cutie character. 

It's Airing But...

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). I don't think even the perfect single dimple can motivate me to watch. Word is... it's terrible.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes. I'm waiting to binge if it's safe.

Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed with ep 1. Been told I shouldn't bother.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until after it completes its run next week.

Dear Kitakyushu (Thai/Japan movie) in theaters in country only, I know nothing about distribution.

Behind the Shadows (Korea movie) this is a historical I was interested in, but I've been told they kill the gay so I'm OUT.

Next Week Looks Like This

Still coming:

12/23 Dead Friend Forever (Thai horror) iQIYI

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED). With the end of the year upon us I'll do an "announced for 2023 but never happened list" soon.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

He so pretty.

I forgot how likable TayNew are, and frankly I think New is a better version of this role for me, personally. I like him a lot. He's a conscientious sweetheart. And a good egg. (Cherry Magic)

Ah the rooftop my old friend. (Last Twilight)

I would like to point out that it's no accident the naga's sex dream happened in the shower, he's a water creature after all. (The Sign)

(Last week)

[neko-loogi]

Alright, I'mma give my opinion again. This time with Hazbin Hotel..

So I saw the trailer for Hazbin Hotel a few days ago and honestly, I am so disappointed. Like, you're telling me I waited years for them to release a trailer for the series, and this is all we get??

I'm not saying it wasn't enough, no, on the contrary, I think they revealed way too much. But what I mean is, I was expecting something else, because this ain't it, chief.

***

Alright so first off, we have the voices. I'mma be hella honest with y'all, this shit sounds unfinished, as in, it sounds like Viv got confused and published the behind the scenes instead of the finished product because omfg, the voices sound bad.

I genuinely don't understand the weird obsession Viv has with hiring celebrities or broadway actors into her shitty shows, it's not like she's rich enough to afford that- plus she does this often, doesn't that mean it affects the budget of the show? (I don't know much about that stuff so bear with me).

It's funny cuz, she hires these super famous celebrities to voice characters in her shows, but she doesn't need to, like, you can be a professional, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're a great VA. It almost feels like she does that because she wants to feel important, she wants to show off like "Oh look at me, I have celebrities voicing my characters! Aren't I cool?"

But anyway, going back to the voices, I have to say this, my least favorite are Alastor and Angel Dust. I just think it's absolutely ridiculous that Viv got rid of the pilot VAs just to replace them with broadway actors, only for them to make the characters sound flat and emotionless.

Like, it's funny because she makes these broadway actors imitate the voices from the pilot, however it doesn't come naturally for these actors and it shows. It almost feels like they have no idea what they're doing. It legit sounds like they're reading the script but not putting any effort into it. (Y'know how people shit on anime dubs because they don't sound good or whatever? That's exactly how I feel about this-).

The next thing I wanna talk about is the animation. Don't get me wrong from what I've seen, in some moments the animation looks alright, but other times it looks choppy as hell. I thought this show was supposed to be more 'professional' since they literally got A24 and Bento Box ent. for this. But yeah, all I can say is, the animation hasn't changed at all, the only thing that is slightly different is the art style but aside from that, the animation still sucks.

And finally, the last thing I wanted to discuss is the plot of the series. So as we all know, in the Pilot, it was established that Charlie (along with Vaggie) opened the Happy Hotel in hopes of redeeming sinners so that they can go to heaven because Hell was too overpopulated (plus the whole extermination thing). But the whole point of the plot was that she wasn't entirely sure she could actually do it or if it was even possible, and that's what made the plot more interesting back then. But here? It's absolute garbage. Not only did the trailer basically reveal way too much information already (before the series could even come out yet), but the plot was changed entirely!

Like I mentioned, Charlie's motives were to redeem sinners, but here she's more focused on having some kind of war with heaven/the angels. And that's the thing, now that we know that heaven is a thing in this series, plus the inclusion of Adam, it just makes the series feel so predictable, because now we know that the sinners can be redeemed, which beats the entire purpose of the show. It's like, "Hell bad, but heaven is worse" and "Good VS. Bad!!", cliche type of thing. You think a series 'made for adults' would have a more interesting plot than a kids show, but nah, we get these basic ass levels of writing. I swear a fucking five year old could come up with something better and far more creative than this nonsense-

***

So yeah, I'm honestly hella disappointed that this is what the series has turned into. I had high hopes for Hazbin Hotel (since Helluva ain't shit-), but nope, it turns out, Viv is capable of making herself look even more stupid by completely butchering her own series. Hell, I actually have Amazon Prime, but I am probably not even gonna watch this shit, I'll just wait till some dumbass on YouTube uploads the first episode or something stupid like that (so that I can watch it and critique it later). Because I know that someone definitely will.

Anyway, that's all for today, thank you for reading my dumb post- alright bye!

[oinkinpigprince]

AYYYY can i request a platonic! pim, charlie and teen reader who sees them as their dads? and how they would react when the reader accidentally call them dad?

AYYYYYYYYY, MUST BE THE MONEYYYYYYYYYY. I think it’d be cute if reader maybe was like a intern @ the smiling friends hq, someone who shadows them on their jobs :33

Pim and Charlie + teen reader

Pim

Pim has hella strong paternal instincts so when he meets you he tries so hard to be seen as a cool authority figure. Even though we all know he’s the nerdy dad, you still tell him he’s cool

He tries to help you with EVERYTHING. If he sees you struggling he’s quick to swoop in and help you, to the best of his abilities. Sometimes he totally fails and you have to get Allan to do it for you 😔😔

Uses lingo really really wrong. Thinks it makes him look cool but he ends up making you laugh. You were really pissy that day and he says “well looks like someone’s feeling a little zesty today” and it was so jarring you were instantly snapped out of your bad mood and just started to laugh

Being both a teen and working @ smiling friends can be, stressful. Pim understands this so often he suggests helping you with your homework! Or just helping you study in general. He wasn’t too good at math but you two can figure it out together I’m sure

Tries to give you life advice and honestly it’s pretty good, it mainly boils down to ‘being kind, wins the prize’ and ‘be who you are!’ But, good advice nonetheless

Sometimes he can be a little over baring when you’re having a rlly bad day which can lead to tension between you two. It’s never serious but it can get a little annoying

But he’s still always there to lend an ear about anything that’s troubling you. It can be something minuscule like someone stepping on your foot or heavy stuff

You two rlly do have a father kid relationship, so it’s no wonder why you’d call him dad on accident. And he is absolutely over joyed, to the point he sheds some tears

He’d be over joyed to be seen as an actual father figure, it’s something he’s always dreamed of. So when you tell him you think of him as a dad he absolutely ecstatic

Charlie

Does not see himself as anywhere fit to being a father figure, probably more of an older brother type. His opinion is NULL and INVALID though.

Kinda doesn’t understand the ethics of letting a kid work w/ them since sometimes their jobs can be, intense. So he often just makes you do paper work at the office. Safe, totally not because he’s lazy, and actually gives you experience

He’s very laid back, and often just lets you off to your own devices. Although out of everyone he’s the most likely to relate to you. Being younger and all

Although when he does let you come w/ Pim and him on a mission he’s like 1000x more productive. Mainly because he knows he has to make sure nothing goes south that can get you hurt, so he’s just way more alert than usual

Buys you food randomly, especially if you’re having a bad day. Usually just some fries or a soda, it’s the small things though.

Although, he does LOVE sending you out on coffee runs. Just thinks it’s funny since you’re an ‘intern’. He just thinks it’s funny, and the cafe isn’t that far either

Loves talking to you about videogames, sometimes it’s wild how much you remind him of how old he is. He sits there as you call one of the Sonic games retro he has a mini crisis

Gives pretty good life advice too!(go figure everyone here is pretty good at life advice) but his sounds less like a Disney channel original and more like just genuine things that can improve your day to day life. He understands what it’s like being a teen, it’s hard man

Brushes it off when you call him dad by accident, even though he finds it funny he chalks it up to an accident. When you tell him about your home life though, he understands immediately

Although he really questions your choice in parental figures

[onyourhyuck]

Anatomy Of Na Jaemin. | N.JM (M)

prologue- “Careful Doc, you can’t let others know we’re doing this.” + “Humans are always so sensitive. I can’t say i hate that about them.”

summary: y/n is an excellent doctor at taehee hospital. she is kind and cooperative to everyone. na jaemin is a doctor at taehee hospital, he has a dark secret that no one must know of. y/n is determined to find out what he is hiding.

tw- vampire romance. vampire doctor x human doctor trope. human female lead. mystery. smut no minors. blood mention. horror. enemies to lovers/rivals to lovers. Sadistic Jaemin. Masochistic Y/n. Bulging/size kink, breeding kink, biting, marking.

notes- Halloween KINKTOBER FIC!

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The steady dripping sound lands on the cold white marble flooring sending massages to your brain to run, by the sight in front of you radiating anxious feelings through your body screaming to run by instinct of your natural selection to your natural predator in the food chain,

A vampire draining the cold bloodbag like the savage animal they are, sinking their canine fangs into the plastic bag with ease as if it were soft cotton Candy. Their vigorous squeezing to get every bit of iron into their mouth was a rush of adrenaline.

Now you’re standing watching your colleague— perhaps you weren’t sure what to call him. Was he your coworker? Was he still a doctor even though he’s immorally drinking out of a blood bag? Or was he a monster standing before you who will kill you next…

Despite your instincts telling you to run, you didn’t run.

It’s what confused him most when he finally turns to you with humane eyes, staring at you with outmost suspicion of why you did not scream, run or expose him to the workplace. Hell last time he checked you did not like that he was working in this hospital, you cursed him, yelled to the director of Taehee hospital that he’s just a newbie who got lucky with multiple surgeries and that he cannot be taking a higher rank above yours when he’s just enrolled on first day. He can understand how you feel though. You must be sinking deep in reflections when someone else suddenly shows up who is claimed to be more qualifying than you instantly going for the job that you were working up to get first; sure, it was competition for everyone. You must be dreading to get rid of him. So why are you standing there like a frozen iceberg, so tauntingly shocked and why did he hear your crazy heartbeat so clearly?

Was fear taking control of your decisions to make or even think of a plan to get out of this situation?

“Why are you standing there like that? Get out of here before you’re going to be next.” Jaemin growls, almost as if he was purposely trying to scare you away, to keep you far from him. You flinch at his harsh loud words, behind you locking the storage room where all the blood is stored.

You didn’t dare say anything until you found your voice to not come out in a bunch of overlapping stutters. God you didn’t want him to know how bad you’re scared right now. You couldn’t even understand your own motive here.

“Dr Na…why did you drink the bloodbag? Do you have any idea how hard we’re working on keeping resources.” You said carefully, scolding him for even daring to waste products of their hard work. Honestly it’s crazy and maddening for Jaemin to hear you get upset about the work and not the fact that he’s a drinking frenzy blood maniac sucker in front of you. He glares at you coming forward very slowly.

“Don’t come closer Dr Y/n.” He coldly states going backwards three steps everytime you took a closer approach to him. Was he perhaps scared of you? No. It was more like he was scared of himself. It’s like he doesn’t trust himself.

“Why not? What are you hiding Jaemin. I’ve been asking myself that for months since your arrival and all you’ve done was be extremely shady. We lose hundreds of bloodbags a month mysteriously. Do you know how hard I worked here for years to get where I am right now? Six years in this shit hole to get a respectful rank at my job!”

You scream causing Jaemin to stop moving staring right at you. With your explosive emotions running high so has your heart increased, indicating that you’re upset— no, you feel betrayed and wronged, there was great depth to your outbursts. Jaemin wasn’t sure how to respond either. You continue growling out your frustration at the boy with large steps now, where Jaemin was stuck on a wall behind unable to run away anymore; there you are trapping him with your sweet scent influences his animalistic behaviour even more, cravings rushing to the surface. Jaemin held in his breathe.

You lean your head to his with a dangerous glare that if he was to run away, you’ll hunt him till earth’s end. You don’t care how long it will take. You will simply take revenge on this situation, an opportunity you’d like to call it.

“Little did they know why you’re so good at playing doctor is because you’re a damn vampire. Did you enjoy fooling us? Was it fun for you, Na Jaemin?” You scorn at the boy who grit his teeth together. “No it wasn’t. Stay away from him you can get hurt.” Jaemin stared at you awaiting your response, but all he has earned from you was a stare back with your revengeful eyes.

“Let’s strike a deal.”

The girl’s voice beckons leaving Jaemin going through immense line of shock and surprise at what could possibly be satisfying you to put on and foretell to a blood hungry vampire that you trapped on a wall with your hands? It’s crazy already as it is. The boy raises his eyes on the side, murmuring, out of curiosity only. “What’s your deal?” Jaemin asks quietly and you smirk at how obedient Doctor Na is.

How crazy could it get? Or in this situation, how worse can it get?

“Let me study you and I won’t reveal your secret to the hospital. You can work here as much as you wish like nothin’s happened. But I can’t let you go if i don’t study your body.”

“No way that won’t work at all. I’d rather be outed.” He retorts quickly in harsh but hushed texture pushing you off his body where he was about to run out— i mean study? He isn’t a product for you to experiment on, but then again, you didn’t want to exactly study him either, but you can’t help but worry for people’s safety when you know this dangerous secret and no one else’s is aware how bad this is for having a vampire with crazy blood instincts operate on human bodies and work with humans worldwide! He stops when he reaches the door turning to you. But maybe you’re offering him a safe place where he could control himself. Maybe you’ve offered him a choice if he could survive and still keep this a secret. Perhaps you’re pushing yourself to do the right thing. As his body was facing you once again, Jaemin had a change of look.

He was glancing at you almost in vulnerability. As if he’s relying on you for help.

“What do i get in return..?” Jaemin whispers. “If I agree, what do I get in return?”

You approach him softly patting his elbows as your face leans in. With a soft smirk you reveal that you’ll give him what his inner animal wants the most…

“Your secrets safe with me.”

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There it was for Na Jaemin, the twenty three year old resting on a couch in your home that he’s been invited to. You rushing about barely feeling anything but excitement and boy did he smell it from you literally; he wasn’t sure what was warning him about you but there it was, when entering the same room as him with a large box of operating tools he felt his stomach clench in fear.

Did he mention you probably have a long lasting grudge and rivalry going on with him so you could possibly stab him in any moment and boom, he’s good enough to feel hurt— sure he could survive if you know nothing of what actually hurts him, but he’s still with feelings!

He stutters pointing at the small smooth shiny knife that you’d use for slicing on the skin to cut open a wound for surgery.

“What are you going to do with that?” He said and you looked at him sheepishly smirking, eyes looking him up and down as you push your hand on his chest where you felt no heartbeat. Nothing alive.

You push away the creepy thought, clearing your throat as you take away your hand when he laid down flat on his back to the couch. “I’m debunking every vampire myth.” You reply taking out his left arm. “I’m starting off with how you heal.”

He opens his mouth to answer it for you but then a knife sliced open his skin on the arm where he flinches up jolting at the cold sensation he felt of his skin ripping. You shook your eyes not for a second and he was healed. The way his pale beautiful merciful skin goes undone back to normal as if he never got cut open in the first place— it was crazy, crazy to see it happen in front of you and still leave you questioning if you’ve done it or not. Jaemin’s kind was amazing. His body was one for all unique. You look up at Jaemin wide eyes as day, he stares back blankly retracting his hand back harshly.

You wow loudly now. “That’s fucking insane . You heal instantly! Do you know how fucking insane that is? I mean- I wonder what your cells look like under the microscope.” You ramble turning around to get the next thing going and he tuts his teeth at you. “There you go, you’re going Frank Einstein on me.” Jaemin scoffing as he was now purely regretting the decision he’s made, I mean he feels slightly oppressed, it’s like he’s your animal to only experiment on and you take pure joy in it.

“No I’m not going Frank Einstein on you I’m simply answering the worries in my head. I cant let you operate on people if you can’t control yourself around blood or whatever.” You tell him, turning around with a round garlic in your hands.

You saw jaemin’s face diffuse into a frown and an offending look where he simply can’t believe you would think that works against him. He opens his mouth shaking his head.

“Y/n are you being serious right now?” He asked you and you nod approvingly. “Yeah does it look like I’m joking?”

“I wish you were…” Jaemin mutters. “No the garlic does not work.” He spat putting the garlic out of your hands. He hates the smell only. “We have heightened smell, eyesight, taste and hearing. Meaning all the garlic will do is smell horribly and I’m sure it’s the same for you.” He’d sassily point out and you click your teeth at him. “Alright geez don’t get offended Dracula 2.0”

“That’s also offensive.” Jaemin replies rolling his eyes. “Dracula is just fiction.”

“For real? He isn’t like a…real person? That you met?” You chide slowly as you look up, he glared right at you as he looks away. “I’m not that old.” Jaemin responds. “He is just a myth.”

“How about how you became a vampire. Do you need to get bitten to become one?”

Jaemin takes a while to answer, which makes you suspicious that it might way more than just a mere bite to the neck and poof you’re a vampire. He sits up on the couch grinding his legs to the chest where he held them. For once the doctor in front of you was speaking softly and slowly, almost like it was a reflection of himself; like he was telling you a story. His story. It was truly a walk down the memory lane, a very slow grave depressing walk Jaemin swore to never remember but here he is, telling a human doctor, who’s still as equally despicable about this. How did he end up this way? What happened and when did the events turn, for Jaemin to be sitting down in front a person that isn’t his meal?

The doctor spoke in gutturalise manner, swerving the back of his voice. You stand slowly sitting in front of him carefully as your eye contact on the brunette never left, it’s as if he were finding the right words to speak. More like to find where to start the story.

“The process is much more complicated than that.” Jaemin begins, lifting his head up to finally watch your tied eyes on him. “I was twenty three when i was first turned. I was completely unaware of the supernatural, in fact i was very skeptical. But then one night changed everything for me,”

“I worked as a barista part time to pay for my bills. That night i covered a late shift for my friend who didn’t come into work, I gladly did it without disagreeing. I was taking out the trash behind the café, then a loud sound came from behind me.”

“I felt this eerie cold breath run down my neck, my whole body couldn’t move and somehow i knew deep down in my stomach that screamed for me to escape that I was a goner. The vampire that turned me took pleasure in torturing me, she took my blood. I suppose she took a liking to because the next minute i…—”

“I woke up as a vampire.” He finishes with a exhale. A gloom expression fills his empty void that he has to live with for eternity now. The worst part of the situation is that he cannot do anything about it, and that is exactly how he’s feeling too. Helpless. Useless. He has this power in him, this monster raging for him to embrace what he is; yet he cannot do that. He’s human. Human at heart.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You slowly tell. Jaemin shakes his head discarding you instantly. “Don’t…don’t say anything like that. I don’t want to be pitied.” The man deflects you who wasn’t used to hearing a sorry, it felt weird, almost surreal to hear an apology. It’s been such a long time for him alone.

You didn’t tell him anything further but one thing struck you, wondering what could possibly be the process of becoming such monstrous thing. “Jaemin how did you become a vampire then…?”

“To be turned you’d have to die. You have to be fed on and then killed.”

“So that means you…” Your voice pauses as coming to a realisation. Jaemin darkly gazing at you with lifeless pupils however why was there sadness behind them? Was the trauma hitting him physically and mentally right in front of you. Perhaps. The man looks away, standing from his seat as he looks down at the clock.

“It’s late. I’ll be going to bed.” He announces apathetically leaving the room to go upstairs. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, mumbling.

“Whoa vampires sleep..?”

He didn’t tell you vampires can sleep. That’s surprisingly and weirdly anticlimactic.

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You’d be lying if your time with jaemin didn’t increase positively in your relationship with him overall as well as your colleagues rivalry situation became much better. It was almost unexpected. Other doctors have become surprised to see you around jaemin as well as pushing out your ways to go and help the man without segueing an argument or bashing him with your usual criticism.

But what exactly changed. Was it your relationship with him or was it you and him specifically?

You sigh out loudly entering the doctors staff only room where everyone has their breakfast, lunch and even dinner if you’d be doing night shifts surgeries and stuff like that— taking off the white cloak behind your arms fiddling with its hem , it slips right off as you open your eyes closing the staff door. Behind the corner the wide room reveals a long silhouette of a man sleeping on the couch across with their feet hanging off and their one hand swaying to the ground. You jump in surprise, catching your soft yell.

“Holy— he really needs to stop creeping up everywhere.” You whisper throwing the white coat down and approaching the overlapping couch with the unconscious body. The doctor laying across looks absolutely ethereal. In fact, you can’t help but wow at his handsomeness showing through. Seriously, he’s lucky he was born handsome because now he can live with this face for eternity.

You smile as your fingers push the sleepy bed brunette hair aside where the long lashes curling to his eyelids come in view. Tilting your head you look down to your left hand accidentally touching his hand that fell off the couch leaving the rest of his body.

Y/n left out a soft yelp when the hand has flinched forward pulling the doctor on top of his body. Jaemin opens his eyes as he was looking at your face he has pull closer, the man’s eyes held an universe in them whenever he was met with your beautiful warmth empathic eyes and soft face that screams unreachable beauty. Something he cannot attain. Not with his dark matter of body. You were the opposite of everything he is and was, but maybe that’s why he’s so drawn to you.

“Y/n. What are you doing?” Jaemin casually asks letting go off your wrist as you look down to his eyes and lips without looking away. “I was…checking up on you. If you…”

“If you stole another blood bag! That’s exactly why I was this close to you…” you murmur and the boy couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “I was beginning to think you were admiring me up close.”

You’d blush at the absurdity of his words but was he far off the idea at all? Not really. You were doing exactly that, watching him sleep without any reason to doing so. It just felt safe and comforting to watch him sleep for some reason.

It’s not weird to see jaemin sleep anywhere like these places either because you soon learned over these past weeks coming to a month that vampires tend to sleep a lot and they will sleep anywhere. Especially if vampires don’t drink blood they will become reliable on sleeping as it lessens their cravings and puts them at peace from losing control.

“Don’t be ridiculous and answer my question, have you drank yet?” Y/n asks the boy as she gets up walking to the fridge opening it wide as she got out the apple juice box. She pours it into a cup, before sipping on it.

Jaemin yawns widely into his hand before stretching out his arms, cracking a bone or two. “No. I wasn’t able to hunt down a rabbit this morning.”

“Those fuckers are fucking fast. I’m surprised they’re able to even escape me.” He rants with his low tired-half awoken voice that somehow sent angels singing in your ears. You swore he sounds quite attractive.

You chuckle. “So you’re blood deprived and you hate rabbits. Noted.” He heard you joke as jaemin stands up humming quietly.

“But are you sure you’ll do okay without blood for now? You have a night shift with me today…” you pause worrying for the man in front of you. He had this pale complexion, this apathetic expression half of the time but when he’s alone with you it was different. His eyes increased, the frown smile curves into a wide moon crest, the way he spoke was way more interactive and high pitch. You could tell he felt comfortable with you.

No more hiding from people he’s surrounding himself with. A person he can honestly talk with and show his true self.

“Don’t worry. I have you.” Jaemin softly responds reaching for your head where he pat you. “I have you to always come to my rescue. Plus i don’t think i’m missing the rabbit blood.”

“No offence but nothing beats human blood unfortunately. I know there are plenty of vampires who go vegetarian where they only eat animal blood but.”

“It’s not for you?” You were quick to cut him off and Jaemin nods. “Very much not for me.”

The comfortable silence between the two of you reminds how much you guys talk and it could be able anything too. The doctors would rest their gaze on each other without look away as you swirl the cup of juice down, then a thought ran through your head. Eventually that thought was the only thing you could imagine and it did come out of your lips, enough to cause this sturdy calming atmosphere to dissolve like translucent water flooding the surface.

“How about my blood?”

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The question was enough to stun jaemin from talking to you ever since your talk this afternoon. He left the room as he completely discarded this conversation like it was a piece of paper, scrunching it into a firm ball and then throwing it into a large pit of fire. That’s exactly how you felt, left out in the cold and wondering if you perhaps scared him. Maybe you upset him by such absurd question. He’s ignoring you. The rest of your coworkers have felt the tension as if it were a sparking fire burning their skin alive. Let alone watching you guys not communicate as much as you would usually, it made them think you guys had a fight; but can you call it a fight when he didn’t let you argue but left you out of nowhere suddenly and has been since then avoiding your every movement and words when you call out to speak.

It was complicated enough having this relationship with him where he would often stay at your house, you would be analysing him, learning about his ways and the way he survives. There was an undeniable feeling of chemistry and likeliness between the two of you. Opposite attracts. Mortal and Immortal. Senior and Junior. Try hard and Laidback.

He was everything you weren’t and you were everything he wasn’t and couldn’t ever be.

Everything that’s happened over the course of time has only strengthened your relationship but as well, activated feelings to upgrade and develop. Yes, Na Jaemin has fallen for your charms unlike any other, he was not any better than a human man who would fall for you twice as hard as Jaemin did. The vampire just cannot resist you, he wants to listen to you, be around you, hell he would do anything to be with you. Jaemin has a lifetime to enjoy but he couldn’t enjoy such a long time, it’s as if knowing he is immortal cause him to be depressed of the way he will live. Living like an animal, caged on earth surviving no matter what he will do.

But then he met you. A woman called Y/n who has changed his dark gloomy grim pathway flashing it with light and hope. Things he has lost the moment he came back as a vampire on earth. You made his life a little brighter, way better and exciting.

“Jaemin please talk to me.” You shout out in hushed voice grabbing a hold of his arm as you both pull him inside an office that belongs to you. Jaemin had no choice but to follow your body lining without a word once the door has closed, with a singular lock.

Indicating he wasn’t leaving until he spoke with you. Your intentions and facial expression you gaze at him made that very clear as day. He looks down to the floor before lifting himself up looking straight at you. “Y/n I’m not going to have this talk with you. There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Why? There’s plenty I can name right now. Jaemin why are you avoiding me.” You cut in stepping forward. Jaemin can’t keep a straight eye contact with you, it was getting harder to breathe the more he smelled your intense perfume and shampoo bodily scent. Truly interferes with his self control. That and plus his intense emotions for you weren’t enough to keep him going.

He can’t have this relationship go for far too long. The world has no future for a vampire and human together .

“Okay firstly I’m not ignoring you. secondly, are we going to ignore the fact that you’ve asked me to drink your blood?” He said.

“Y/n I’m not going to drink from you. I’ve never drank out of a human before okay it’s crazy enough that I survived on bloodbags.” Jaemin spat.

“It was just an offer you don’t have to run out and ignore me because of it.” You glare as he looks at you with a softening gaze. Perhaps he was a bit rash on running out on you with all dramatically effect, but he felt so urgent to accept the offer when you said it. It might be his hunger playing tricks, his cravings, but he truly felt like if he stayed any longer speaking with you about the manner… he might of had actually said yes to it and fed on you.

It would break him to do that to you. He doesn’t have much control either way, he will hurt you in the process and it’s the least thing he wants to do to anyone.

“I had to run away because if i didn’t I would’ve actually done something I regret.”

Your eyes tremble wondering what could he have done that scares him so much. Jaemin’s lips seal close as he looks away pushing past you, but you were the first one to ever defeat him in running. You block his pathway with two hands pressing on his chest as you watch him closely. Jaemin let’s out a soft gasp by your hands on his body contacting it near, feeling all your warmth emitting on his corpse like body that does not beat, doesn’t keep warmth and stays lifeless. With your hand deeply pressing in the centre he felt your heartbeat on your palm, your fingertips crawling at the cold surface and most infuriating to him was your warm blood running in the veins he so badly keeps imagining piercing with his fangs to the point of no letting go.

“What do you mean by that Jaemin.” You croak out. Jaemin’s Adam Apple shivers with his voice withholding from answering, despite his need of being heard. Your question was too much to bare open in the surface to answer. “I need your answer how can we trust each other if you don’t tell me anything.” Y/n said again.

“How can you trust me when i had thoughts of drinking you dry.” Jaemin in frustration whispers to you almost dangerously with wide eyes glaring into you. Y/n backs away a step stumbling by the large statement. It wasn’t a question whatsoever. It was a fact. The doctor inner self clearly has no intentions of ever letting you live, so he was fighting himself all along…

You thickly swallow. “Jaemin you wouldn’t do that. We’re friends.”

“Don’t trust me.” He warns carefully closing his eyes. The sudden hunger overlaps the way his speech begins and therefore causes him to push with his own force on a wall far from your body where it stands now. You watch jaemin’s body crumble out of hunger.

“Jaemin are you okay?” You take a step forward and it caused a great strain to the man who puts his hand as a warning in front. “Don’t come forward. I’m fine.”

The strict boundaries jaemin has put there weren’t before cause a strain of conflict for your feelings and agreement to the fear that he could launch at you any minute. Though the doubts run off like mini fractures of memory disappearing because you and jaemin are close friends. Good friends who rely for each other’s help, if you dare doubt your friends are they really your friends? You firmly step forward grabbing a hold of jaemin’s wrist where you lead him to sit down on a nearby couch in the lonely grim dark office flowing open with plenty dust. The doctor was careful to keep Jaemin near as you felt the cold temperature for his body emit on yours,

He closes his eyes deeply breathing. The more he was in your presence the more it became harder to self control and restrict his desires. The urges to just bite in your soft smooth surface you call skin, give into those deep sinful desires as well as act on his strong emotions to you. The factuality couldn’t put his killing imagination to words or science. He was an abomination for evening thinking of you this way. It’s not humane. He won’t be humane if he hurts you. Y/n wasn’t aware of how bad it’s hurting him by being near you, so when you have lean in filling his face with your hands by cupping him softly,

You spoke in such foreign times he can’t comprehend but listen so endearingly. Your eyes looking down at him with only innocence and compassion. Not an ounce of judgment, hatred or disgust coming out of you for seeing him struggle and change into this immortal mythical creature.

Even though you have clearly done the opposite of his wishes by staying around him, taking care of him, keeping the dark secrets he’s holding so close inside his heart till the world comes to an end; he won’t ever forget the authenticity you hold him up to.

From rivals at work with your jealousy for the talented young new doctor at the hospital from trying to sabotage Jaemin to get him kicked out; you immediately went to his rescue and ended up getting yourself involved with him in positive ways. You weren’t sure how or what possessed you enough to help this man.

But you did not regret it. You fell hard for Jaemin. Perhaps you always had these subconscious feelings in your heart, unable to get over the fact that he’s a talented worker, one of a kind person in society and…he somehow ends up being a gentle vampire.

“Jaem you didn’t eat anything from morning you’re probably starving— you look so drained.” You stutter out in panic seeing the way he looks deprived. Jaemin couldn’t answer back with enough energy as he felt dizzy round the room with half open lids.

The more he was left without blood, the more he got the taste of death. Perhaps, it was for the better for him to die of starvation. Jaemin didn’t wish to end up this way, to live with immorality and not as human.

However Y/n was not ready to say goodbye to Jaemin. The moment you saw this defeated look on the doctor laying on the couch slouching with his spine resting to the edge, he didn’t dare pay attention to you as he only watching the front ceiling and wall in daze. You let out a harsh sigh ripping open your wrist out of the white doctor’s coat, the way you reach over for a sharp object to cut with you turn to Jaemin in a determined gaze.

He slowly questions your actions when he saw the object move to your wrist, as if it were a slow motion to replay this mistake you were about to do.

“what are you doing y/n..?” Jaemin whispers weakly. The way his body was instant to recognise the warm blood dripping from your wrist leaving the open wound free like a waterfall, he hates how much his body began to feel more alive being nearby blood, he dislikes the way his nostrils flare in curiosity, he despises the fact his eyes flash open as if they were back to life and no more this drained dying Iris.

He hates how much you’re tempting him with good intentions by doing something so bad for him. Jaemin jolts from the position quickly, a gravitational pull on your body escorts you to fall flat on the couch underneath Jaemin with your wrists tugging straight in the air near his face, the way he did not hesitate to sunk those canine animalistic fangs to your already open wound, proved how much he’s wanting this.

Wanting you as much as you wanted him to become healthy and strong. You bite down on your bottom lip, strong sucking motions were heard as he drank every last drop. Your body felt measly and weakly the more he took from you but the sickening validation from helping jaemin made it feel like a good cause, as if you were made for this, made for him to use you whenever and that’s what creates this feeling in the deep suburbs of your stomach. Your lips quiver at the way he bite harder, there was something with the way he stared at you as he did so.

With his eyes glowing red watching you keenly. Jaemin savouring your blood like it was an one of all prizes he’s ever wanted and need on his life— why does he need anything when he has you? He drops your wrist from his mouth with ease once he was done, twenty minutes of fully drinking you near to dry with a few drops straining his mouth down to his chin. Jaemin was watching you with a great satisfaction of a sigh.

He hears your heart skipping to every beat, he can hear every vein in your body, every artery and tube running open with warm sweet blood and he could smell the excitement from your expression watching him up with those wide beautiful eyes,

The man you helped willingly on your own and became so infected by this vampire was your mistake for falling for such a heinous creature that makes you feel just as equally alive even though he is a dead being residing in earth grounds. Walking it like the immortal he is and you were the opposite of him. The relationship would never work. You’re both aware. Yet here you are wrapping arms around Jaemin with all your emotions running in it as you exhale out.

“Jaemin I can’t stand you being hurt.” You shout out. The man wraps his hands on your waist snuggling right into the embrace you’ve pulled him in to. He whispers in your shoulders he buried the face in, finding comfort in your warmth he does not have. “I’m sorry. I’m okay now.”

He softly reassures you . You pull back as you watch his face with lovingly eyes, from that moment Jaemin couldn’t help but resist on watching your lips frequently and neither did you. In the quietness of the room, dark yet emotional atmosphere…

Everything seemed perfect in this moment and that’s where your lips met for the first time. A loving kiss shared enough information between you two to come to a conclusion that you’re more than willing to do anything for each other.

Jaemin felt like he hit a salvation after such long period of timing when kissing you. Who knew he could fall deeper and deeper for you just for how you embrace, pull and keep him near you like he were a precious thing to you. He felt loved.

If only his heart could beat again, he swears to you you’d make him run marathons per second, if he could blush he would let you know and if he were human, he’d grow old with you.

You moan out from the kiss breaking apart when he latch his lips on your neck kissing it down on the sideline and back up to your jawline, leaving traces of wet stains from those lips mixing in with your share saliva. On the couch straying underneath him, your legs soon capture his waist pulling him to switch positions; he goes on the bottom as you pull yourself on top.

The way your fingers slip off your upper clothing he was amazed by the way you did so easily. Jaemin didn’t hesitate to mention how beautiful you are, the way your beauty cannot be described by mere words, his eyes never left you as well, jaemin made sure to make you feel comfortable as much as possible,

Even though his actions were penetrating you to the dark side of the situation, as he didn’t hesitate to unclip your black front lace bra with patterns. Jaemin fondling your chest with hands and squeezing to cause you to grind on his lower body. The man grunts in response to your fiddles with his long locks on his head, gripping the hair freely as he pinched and licks on your breasts like they were the greatest things to lay hands on. Fangs were grinding on the sensitive nipples erecting them instantly.

“Shit..- no fangs.” You whined aloud arching your head back with closed eyes squeezing shut. You feel his smirk against your chest as he pulls his head back, the cold air in the office surrounding you hit the surfers of your warmly licked nipples clashing .

You shiver when he explored everything on your body. Your lower clothes did not last long as he was practically busy with his fingers in your folds and clit, rubbing in circles and zigzag motions, heaving your body in plenty rolls and firmly gripping on your thighs everytime you’d squirm when the way his rough fingers were becoming fast and faster to your orgasm— the way your body tried to run away from it, he stopped you, allowing you to come undone right away on his fingers with your substance.

The way your voice went on louder chords like music to him, he can’t risk being caught. Jaemin teasingly trails as his fingertips trace on your low abdomen where the burning pit from the orgasm led. Everytime he presses harshly on it with his two index and middle fingers caused you to whine and moan. It enhances the orgasm post more.

“Careful Doc, you can’t let others know we’re doing this.” He whispers to your ears that prick up on every little words he said. Jaemin watches your dazed expression with soft hums left your trembling lips. “I’ll be quiet i promise.” You said back. He pulls your head into soft pets and head strokes occasionally putting away few hair strands from your side curtain bangs covering your eyes.

“God. You’re irresistible. You have no idea how hard it is to do self control whenever you’re around.” Jaemin trails, you lean closer wrapping your arms on his neckline pulling his head closer. You peck his lips softly which he allows, he moves hands on your hips holding them with a gentle firm grip, squeezing. “You don’t have to control yourself right now. You’re allowed to do whatever you want.” You remind him. Though your words were tempting to take on the offer, Jaemin can’t put the fact away that you’re mortal and he’s not.

You’re much weaker. He can’t beg the fact that he could hurt you anytime and he does not want to do that.

“Y/n I don’t want to hurt you.” Jaemin let’s out. You purse your lips into a soft smile. In the moment of pause your forehead rests on top of his forehead. Jaemin closing his eyes breathing in and out heavily, you sigh happily. In his presence you seem to be the happiest,surprisingly a vampire could swoop you off your feet.

“I can take it all, Jaem. I love you, a lot.” You whisper and he swore he couldn’t forget your words. Jaemin cannot hide the genuine smile leaving his face as you mimic it back, he goes to kiss on your neck once again, admiring the way he left bunch of love bites on your necktie. “I love you too princess. I’ll give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask for it.” He darkly said in husky voice.

You hum desperately at the ideas. “Please just fuck me. I need to feel you..”

Jaemin felt your begging to be self praising as he lets out a soft nod. The way you both continue to strip his clothes off without a notice until his manhood sprung free from the boxers your jaw felt unclipped; seeing how your face exclaims visible he smirks sitting you on his lap. Jaemin grunts out when you handle his harden cock so freely, leaning back carefully, watching you.

“Ride me y/n.” Jaemin softly demands almost in need of you, to feel you just as much as you want him too. You show him an answer with your sheepishly sly smirk as your bodies tightly connect in slow. The way his cock was both partaking in the girth and size department did not disappoint you. He was thick enough to stretch you quite a bit, at first it felt like a burning pinch hitting you, it stung but then came this addictive drug like need to feel movement in and out of you.

Jaemin could tell you were ready when you lightly move your thighs. The man felt surreal with you bouncing up and down constantly, but boy did it feel great to feel your warm pulse going crazy on his dick. You have the immortal being gripping his hair, couch edge and the way he was straddling your thighs with his hands, squeezing them with how well you were riding him, milking his cock to the end, no mercy was shown in your speed and pace; it was both fast and unstoppable nothing could make you go slower even if he begged, you continued and did as you wanted and that is exactly what he fell in love with in the moment.

He got wanted and he was left satisfied as Jaemin was trying to withhold from finishing too fast. You were so much better than expected when he could imagine, because the urge to release was there from the first little jump.

“I-..‘M close so badly. Y/n can i finish inside you?” He groans as he was burying in your bouncing chest smothering his face in it as he muffled to you. You pant with a moan, the way he bulged in your fragile small stomach sent him on the edge. He could see it, as he pressed his thumbs on the little bulge. “I need to finish in you..y/n..you’re so small.” He blabbers.

You grunt at the idea of being filled and the way he was begging you to the end of it. You grip on his shoulders.

“You’re such a good boy asking me…fill me up then.” Y/n commands. Not a second left by your response, he was filling your walls in his colour, white. Jaemin whines as he reaches to your neck and lingering down till sweetly kissing on your shoulder. The way he felt the urge to bite on, Jaemin follows his instinct and bit right into your soft skin cracking it in pieces. You moan at the sensation of his teeth sinking in the foreign place.

The way you remember his body from top to bottom was crazy, the studying you’ve done and everything was making sense. The Anatomy Of Na Jaemin, led to you falling in love with eventually becoming a dark sinner just for him.

He drunk like no tomorrow from you. You weakly smile with a soft sigh. The way your body was so sensitive it left Jaemin wanting to do more things to you, much sinful bad things to your body and it left you accepting them freely.

The next minute he flips you underneath where he was in between your legs putting his face on your inner thighs marking them with his wet lips. You knew what he was doing, he was going to drink from you, but he was taking his sweet time to catch you off guard. The minute you were flinching at every tiny moment he’s done to you, makes him flash you an ear to ear evil grin that you fell in love with.

He bit down into the inner thigh with two fangs piercing through. Blood gushing down your thighs freely as one fell from his lips unable to contain it. Jaemin was so drunk on you, it was clear he fell in love with you entirely and it didn’t help when you gave and gave him everything.

You indulge him in his greedy ways but you loved it. Loved being at his use, loved being helpful.

You let out a high pitch teary cry when he finally let go off your inner thighs from drinking. Even if it hurt you loved the pain. Perhaps you’re a masochist. “Humans are always so sensitive. I can’t say i hate that about them.”

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[caustinen]

Thinking about your Hollywood Clegan AU….

(I’m obsessed with it)

What do you think Bucky would do if he was on location, filming a big movie and Gale hadn’t been able to come with him this time because of work commitments but Bucky learns that Gale is really sick and/or was injured in some way?

Would he be able to go to him? What if the filming schedule relies on him and him leaving would cost the production millions? How would he react?

Just desperate for more of your head cannons and or drabbles with these two if you feel so inclined…..

🙃

OOOOH love love love this!! sorry it took so long to answer, i hope it still reaches you <3

[set a couple of years down the line of them already being married but before bucky gets an oscar [i need to make a timeline for myself at this point]]

hollywood au! sick fic(let)

By the third coughing fit Bucky starts to be properly worried. 

“Buck? That don’t sound good at all. Are you sure you’re fine?” 

If Gale wasn’t so busy coughing his lungs out, he might be sighing in annoyance. “I’m fine,” he insists, voice barely audible after the fit has abused his already tender throat, “it’s just the stupid flu that has been making rounds at the office.” He sounds miserable and annoyed, and Bucky wishes he could kiss him even more than he does always when he's stuck abroad for a longer while, which is already pretty much.

Bucky realizes he’s frowning when the fake moustache starts to tickle, a telltale sign it’s about to come loose. “Shit. Baby, I'm so sorry, but I need to be ready for filming in 10 and I need to make some adjustments, I-” “Yes, of course dear. It was nice to hear your voice, sorry I’m so-” “Don’t apologize, please. I feel bad enough being stuck on the otherside of the world.”

He hears the smile in Gale's voice when he responds. “Okay, Bucky. Love you, talk with you later.” “Love you, sweetheart. Now you go and rest like no one’s business, okay?” Gale at least sounds amused through the sore throat and all. “I will. You go show them what you can do.”

Bucky makes an exaggerated kissing sound to the phone before Gale disconnects it and puts it then immediately down to fix his face for the next scene. He tries to push the worry down – Gale’s been dealing with the flu for four days now and while ideally it would be on its way to get better by now, it has not been going worse either at least (well, Bucky really did not like the sound of that cough, but he has faith Gale would’ve honestly told him if it was something more serious, so he just tries to push it down and focus on remembering his next lines).

Once he gets to the set he loses himself into it. Somehow his craft seems to call him towards itself more and more the longer he does it; while he’s done period dramas before, something about this particular war movie has something inside him moving with each line of dialogue, each unsaid emotion he does his best to convey with just his gestures and loving eyes. 

On days like this, when he’s on a roll, time seems to move differently than normally. What feels like a couple of scenes takes hours, the breaks and lunch hour mixing into the work so seamlessly he doesn’t even realize he hasn’t checked his phone since the morning when the sun is already going down. 

Oh boy, does he get a nasty wake-up call, though.

A young local production assistant who’s been taking care of catering and offering water to the actors on sight at any given moment approaches him. He’s just about to decline from any offers at this time, but the boy beats him to it. “I’m so sorry to hear about your husband. I hope he’s okay, looked scary in the pictures.”

John stares after him, blinking slowly before a sinking feeling starts to settle on his insides. Rosie is yelling something after him, but he doesn’t hear anything as he rushes to his dressing room.

The headline he sees first is from the most annoying gossip magazine in LA, but this time it manages to catch his undivided attention.

TROUBLE IN PARADISE? Gale Cleven-Egan rushed to a hospital unconscious, husband John Egan nowhere to be seen!

His blood runs cold. Time slows down until it halts.

Hospital?

Unconscious?

How could Gale not let him know how sick he actually was?

Except that apparently he has tried. There are 17 missed calls on his phone and more message notifications from different apps he has time to count. Gale has called him three times before texting him “sorry i spammed with the calls, coughing got worse and fewer went up but i called curt, he’ll be here soon so it’s fine, didn’t mean to worry you xx”, and then about 10 messages from curt along the lines of “idk what gale told you but it’s about 100% worse than your thinking” “he passed out and i’m freaking out” “on our way to hospital now but the nurse said it’s probably just pneumonia but i’m still freaking out” “he’s on iv and still asleep but somehow doesn’t looks as dead in these hospital lights” “he’s gonna kill me when he wakes up if i tell him i told you, he was so worried about ruining your filming”

His stupid, stubborn, perfect, gorgeous man. His sick, unconscious, worried man. 

Bucky doesn’t have to think about it. He texts his driver and clicks on the number of the director, putting the call on speaker before she even answers so he can start googling flights. 

“Hi John! Is everything O-” “I’m flying to LA for the weekend. Just wanted to let you know I'm not available for readings this weekend, sorry.” Stony silens follows. Bucky is barely aware of it, having just found a perfect flight leaving in hour and a half.

“LA?” the director repeats in disbelief, “John, it’s an 11 hour flight there and back, and your contract-” “I’ll be back in time on Monday.” This time the silence is loaded with barely concealed distrust in his statement. “I mean it. I’ll be here when you need me. And if I’m not, if I delay the production at all, I promise I’ll pay it personally.” 

The director makes an unhappy clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, John. You’re on such a good roll. And one day here in the studio costs about 22 million dollars when you put together everyone’s paychecks and the equipment. Are you sure you absolutely have to go?” 

Oof. If he’s late he won’t be able to buy them a nice vacation to mitigate Gale’s level of upset for coming over to him.

Welp. He’ll cross that bridge when he gets there.

“See you on Monday.” 

–

He’s had the same fever dream ever since he remembers: plane on fire, about to crash, and he’s on the pilot’s seat with nothing to be done. The fall lasts much longer than it should, and then it shifts to darkness, some faceless voice echoing like in a grand hall. The abstract images gain light and suddenly he’s somewhere he doesn’t know, wooden furniture around and feeling stuck, hugging his knees to his chest and realizing he’s degrown into a child. 

He woke up numerous times screaming from that same nightmare, constantly sick in his childhood home when his father couldn’t pay the heating bills or buy nutrious food. The pain that is almost completely gone normally these days is a dull ache in his chest everytime he wakes up from those dreams even as an adult, only lately he’s had a personal furnace ready to press a sleepy face to his neck and nurse him back to health. 

Gale thinks he’s still dreaming when he blinks his eyes open to see the tired and travel worn frown of one John Egan. He has dark circles under his eyes and he’s holding Gale’s hand on his like he was scared someone would take him away from him, but none of that’s really registering on him, because he’s still trying to understand where his dreams end and reality begins. 

“You’re…” He feels groggy and the words are clumsy on his tongue. Damn IV. He’s still heavily medicated and sleepy as they stare at each other for a moment. “You’re here,” he finally manages to finish, and John smiles a crooked, albeit worried, little smirk for him. 

“Of course I am.” “But. You’re supposed to be in London.” “I am. But then your dramatic ass decided to scare the living shit out of me, and husband duties come before anything else. I promised that to you in my vows, didn’t I?” 

Gale smiles softly at that for a second before his face turns to frown. “Who told you?” he asks, full of defiance, and Bucky’s heart melts a bit – it’s a good sign he has enough energy to be annoyed at other people. “Well….” He’s about to start telling him more details about the headlines and so on to soften the blow for Curt, but he realizes Gale’s blue eyes are still hazy and dropping more heavily, and decides that can wait. 

He has time. He’d take the 11 hours to Gale anytime, even if it meant only 10 minutes with him, and this time he has 22 hours. He has time.

Gale really does look like he’s about to fall asleep any second, but before he does he takes notice of Bucky’s clothing. He hasn’t had time to change, still in his outfit of a 40s air force major. Gale seems to forget all about his previous grievances as he reaches to touch the jacket’s shoulder. 

“Mm. Maybe I am dreaming. Sexy soldier came to rescue me from my troubles.” Bucky chuckles under his breath and kisses his hand again. “Had to come check and see how my gal back home was doing before saving the world.”

Gale humms. “Much better now when you’re here,” he manages barely before sleep takes him into its embrace again, the dreams settled into gentle images of love now when he’s beside him.

(hope you liked <3)

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 27

Just two more chapters to go. The end and a short epilogue.

Here we have more communication and the girls threaten to murder Eddie if he leaves Steve sad again.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15 Pt 16 Pt 17 Pt 18 Pt 19 Pt 20 Pt 21 Meta|Pt 22|Pt 23|Pt 24|Pt 25|Pt 26

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Steve and Eddie curled up on the sofa that must have been older then they were put together. But Steve didn’t care. He was wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“Was that the reason you were angry all the time when you called?” he asked gently.

Eddie sighed. “Shit, I didn’t realize you were picking up on that. I was trying to keep upbeat and happy for you.”

“Babe,” Steve said, nuzzling their noses together, “I want to hear about the good and the bad. If you’re upset I want to know. I was so scared you had found someone else and didn’t know how to tell me.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. His first thought was to argue that he would never! But thankfully a second voice in his head, which sounded suspiciously like Wayne, prevailed. Steve didn’t know that. They had barely confessed to each that they did love each other, that they did want a relationship before the whole thing with Metallica fell in their laps. There was no way for Steve to know that.

He gathered up Steve in his arms and pulled him close. “I was angry at myself because I knew I was going to chose you. Because I love you more than I love the thought of fame and fortune. And that scared me how easy it was to chose you.”

“Especially since you knew I wouldn’t do the same?” Steve asked softly.

Eddie kissed the top of his head fiercely. “No, baby, because I knew you shouldn’t have to chose between your dreams and mine. Because I lived my dream. I can honestly tell people I toured with Metallica.”

“Aren’t you worried about what people are going to say when they ask you why you don’t tour anymore?”

“I tell them what I told everyone today,” he murmured. “That touring was too stressful and that it took me away from the people I loved.”

Steve kissed him tenderly on the lips. “Okay.”

Eddie tilted his head. “Just like that?”

Steve nodded. “I guess I just needed to hear you say the words. I believe you, Eds.”

Eddie hugged him tightly. “Bloomington isn’t that far away if we decide to take the deal. We’ll still see each other. Especially on the weekends and on the days you do my tattoo.”

“You still want me to finish it?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered. “I have the whole fucking members of Metallica following me on Instagram to see the final product. I wouldn’t want to disappoint the biggest metal band of all time, now would I?”

Steve giggled. “Yeah, okay. I’ll finish you’re tattoo.”

They kissed again.

“I’m not sure it would work,” Steve began, “but since you guys still need to practice for your weekend gigs, and since you’ll already be in town on Tuesdays and Thursdays, have those be your practice days and then be in the studio on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”

Eddie blinked. “I’m mean gas would be killer, but yeah, I think it would work.”

“And since Hawkins is in between Bloomington and Indy, you’d get to see Wayne more...”

Wayne walked out of the kitchen where he had been steadfastly trying not to eavesdrop. “If I didn’t like you enough already, Stevie, you’d be my new favorite person besides Ed.”

“Who is it currently?” Steve asked with a grin.

“Claudia Henderson’s pecan pie.”

Eddie and Steve laughed.

“Steve already is my favorite non-family member,” Eddie said kissing Steve on the cheek with a huge smacking noise.

“And how does Jeff feel about that?” Wayne asked with a chuckle.

“We already decided that Royal Pain employees and Corroded Coffin members count as family and not friends,” Steve said with a fond smile.

Wayne smiled back. “You’ve certainly got a good head on your shoulders, Stevie. Be good to each other, yeah?”

Steve and Eddie nodded.

Eddie turned to Steve. “You going to be staying tonight?”

Steve nodded again. “Yeah, I just have to be in at ten to open shop. I’ve already pushed back so many clients in the last couple of months, I really can’t do that again.”

“Robin get some grumbling when she rearranged your schedule for this?” Eddie asked, sitting on the sofa so that he he could prop his elbow up on the back of it.

“Vickie too,” Steve said with a nod. “She got so flustered on a couple of them that Robin had to take over.”

Eddie winced. “Yeah, you really shouldn’t miss anymore days, then.”

Steve leaned forward. “I’ll tell you what, if you’re good and get me to work on time, I’ll show you my new tattoo when you come in to do yours.”

Eddie lit up. “You have a new tattoo? Where?”

Steve tapped the space between his hip and side on his right leg.

Eddie licked his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yup,” he said with a seductive grin. “So how about it, Eds? You get me to work on time and you get to see my new tattoo?”

“Deal.”

Eddie stuck out his hand and Steve shook it.

“You boys have both had a long day,” Wayne said. “You should hit the hay, I’ll wake you up before I go into work, okay?”

Steve and Eddie agreed and got ready for bed, Eddie lending Steve a pair of sweats to sleep in.

Eddie took a moment to appreciate his boyfriend’s broad chest and tight abs. Both dusted with thick hair. He licked his lips slowly.

Steve caught him looking and laughed. “No fair trying to get a peek at my tattoo before you fulfill your half of the deal.”

Eddie pouted. “Just a little taste?”

“Come to bed you menace,” Steve said with a big smile.

Eddie scrambled into the bed and Steve took the other side. They wrapped up in each other’s arms and sighed happily.

“I’m happy you’re here, darlin’,” Eddie murmured.

“Me, too, sunshine,” Steve agreed. “You make me happy when skies a grey!”

Eddie poked his ribs until he squirmed away, giggling. “Sap!”

Steve kissed him, hot and searing. “So are you. Mr I wrote dozens of songs for you on the road.”

Eddie blushed. “Whole songs, too. Lyrics included. The boys knew I was missing you. Of course they did. They heard the songs I was writing. But I don’t think they knew how much until I told them today.”

Steve kissed him again. “Saturday night, you and me. After your gig, my place. I’ll make dinner. You sing me sappy love songs and I show you my tattoo.”

“Sounds good, baby.”

Soon the room was filled with the soft sounds of two people wrapped up in each other, like there was no one else in the world.

*

Eddie dropped Steve off at his apartment to get a shower and change clothes with promises that he would see him that afternoon.

So when he walked into the shop at nine with a spring in his step and smile on his face he didn’t blame Chrissy and Vickie for thinking he had gotten laid.

Steve laughed. “No, but we talked and we’re still going to take it slow, and see wait happens.”

“Lame!” Erica said, rolling her eyes. “You so lame.”

Steve eyed her. “Yeah and what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

Erica’s jaw dropped.

Chrissy pounded her palm on the counter. “Oooh...”

“Whatever!” she said and stomped back into her henna parlor.

“She’s eighteen,” Steve said with a shrug. “She’s got time.”

“Brochacho!” Argyle greeted as he came in, just behind Steve. “You made it back in time. Little Birdie was concerned.”

Robin squawked from her perch behind the counter. “What! I was no such thing!”

Chrissy tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.

Robin blushed. “I may have been a little worried when you weren’t home by the time I left for the shop this morning.”

Steve waved hand over himself. “As you can see, showered, changed, and ready to go tattoo people’s poor life choices on their skin.”

They all laughed.

Chrissy pinched his arm on her way back to her room. “It’s good to see you smile again. And if he does that again, I’ll murder him. Got it?”

Steve nodded.

Argyle went to go setup Steve’s kit and left him alone with Robin.

“I’m with Chrissy, by the way. No one would find his body.”

Steve smiled. “Well, then you’ll be happy to note that the reason he was freaking out wasn’t because he was going to leave me for fame and fortune.”

Robin raised an eyebrow. “Oh, then why was he freaking out?”

Steve leaned on the counter. “Because he was going to leave fame and fortune for me.”

Her eyes went comically wide. “Seriously?!”

He nodded. “He said that the decision was so easy that he had to really think about it and make sure that’s what he wanted.”

Robin whistled long and low. “Now that’s devotion.”

“It really is.”

“So...” she said grinning slyly. “Has he seen the tattoo yet?”

He laughed. “Nope. I needed to make sure he was going to let me come into the shop today so I told if he got me here on time, then he can see it.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

Steve smiled. “He’s actually going to be coming in for his appointment today, too.”

Robin gasped and covered her heart with her hands. “What a shocker! That he wants to see you after not seeing you for three weeks!”

He swatted at her. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. He’s head over heels in love with me and I am just as smitten as he is.”

She smiled at him fondly. “I’m happy for you, dingus.”

“Me, too.”

She laughed. “You’re happy for yourself?”

Steve grinned. “Hell yeah I am. I’ve got a hot boyfriend, the bestest best friend in the world, and a shop I’m proud of, why shouldn’t I be happy for myself?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Robin said waving him off. “I’ll call you when your first appointment gets here.”

“Love you, Chamberlainne,” Steve said, using her Royal Pain nickname, causing her to make a face.

“Argh,” she huffed. “There just aren’t any good names for the power behind the throne and still being a woman.”

Steve laughed. “Sure there is. It’s called the queen.”

Robin laughed. “Or even higher, empress!”

“Empress!” Steve crowed. “There we go. Empress Robin, the real power behind the king of Royal Pain.”

“And don’t you ever forget it.”

He kissed her cheek. “Never.”

As he walked back to his tattooing room, she watched him go with growing fondness. He really was her person.

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Part 28 Epilogue

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[fleshadept]

No hate at all, but just as someone who’s worked on smaller film production crews in a less expensive city than LA I want to tell you that 29 people on staff is NOTHING for a production company of their size. There’s so much work from project planning and plan development to animation and SFX and graphic design to actual camera operators, audio techs, and lighting crews, to social media marketing teams and then administrative staff to handle all the paperwork involved in getting permission to film in all these locations and organizing flights, hotels, and car rentals for every place they travel to. 29 people is honestly a pretty low number for a company of this caliber.

i know. i just directed a short film with a production crew of 37 and post crew of 11. i am aware of the possibility that productions can be that size. my point was more that they did not need to be “a company of [that] caliber.” they very much could have left buzzfeed, hired a camera op & sound mixer or two, or shit, learned how to do it themselves since it’s youtube and that’s the norm, and more gradually expanded into a professional operation at a sustainable rate. being a "production company of their size" was not a command performance, it was a choice, and it was a bad one.

they did not need to leave buzzfeed and maintain their status as solely talent. the show they were leaving with was not all that complicated! they do not NEED to hire a fucking social media marketing team. a location manager, sure. camera ops and audio for when they're out exploring? sure! but a crew of that size isn't really necessary, is my point.

but they (and the try guys) were used to a quality of life at buzzfeed as talent that they didn't want to let go, and even when the try guys left, i was a little disappointed that they tried to maintain the same level of almost corporate professionalism about their videos instead of like, figuring out how to use a camera or an NLE themselves. i'll admit it's a super petty gripe; like, fine, whatever, shoot for the moon! but it's also meant that they keep feeling the need to Expand and, evidently, legitimize themselves as "more" than just youtubers. they make a LOT of money--but for every one person they hire, that's another person they're obligated to pay a living wage for their skills, and so if they want to be a bigger company, they necessarily must always have Line Go Up. which then compels them to do stupid shit like they did this week

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ Vil Schoenheit with a crush

Gender neutral

- order 56 | Headcanons | Vil

Note: It felt like I was writing an argumentative essay for some reason. Also he’s very pretty and I love him. Tbh I’m reluctant to post this since this isn’t very romantic :(

⇥ Rook Hunt • Idia Shroud ⇤

He’s so disappointed. He has high standards and there’s nobody who has reached those standards. However, he still has a crush on you.

Vil is some what annoyed with his own feelings. Yeah it’s somewhat directed towards you. He’s both simping for you and death glaring you.

He’s all about appearances so of course he’s gonna look his best whenever he’s around you. Even if it doesn’t matter to you, he appreciates that but he’s doing it for himself. He’s just especially charming and is glowing more than usual when he’s with you.

He’s gonna be flirting hella hard but will get very upset if you stay oblivious or dismiss him. He’s trying so hard for you please at least acknowledge him.

If he’s gonna be with you, then you have to look almost as good as him (not as good, nobody could be better than him/hj). He hands you a bunch of beauty products and tells you to use them every single day. He made sure that it worked on your type of skin and everything.

Plus he styles you, he’s really making sure you look perfect. One wrinkle in your clothes and he’s freaking out and scolding you (in a loving way).

All of this sounds very negative but he’s actually really sweet. He defends you no matter what. Some people say stuff about how you don’t deserve his attention and such however that’s not true. He knows that.

He’s also a very effective tutor. Some people would think he would get mad if you didn’t get something but if you were putting in actual effort then he’s gonna help you no matter how long it takes.

Also he genuinely thinks you’re beautiful in your own way already. It’s not the traditional type of beauty but he still finds it compelling. He wants to enhance that beauty yk.

He takes you out a lot. He has the money and he would gladly spent a good amount of money on you. He liked taking you out because you two look like an actual couple. He takes pictures and he has a whole album of pictures dedicated to you. He knows better not to post them but he just looks at them and smiles. (Love is real guys)

He only admits this in his head but you give him a strong feeling that hes never felt before. It’s a happy feeling that he only ever feels around you. He never wants the moment to end.

But honestly, he’s gonna get more and more direct with you.

It’s obvious that you’re important to Vil since people see him scolding you and pampering you like Epel but different. It seems less obligation but love.

That look in his eyes makes it seem like he’s about to kiss you sometimes.

It’s no secret to Rook. Rook makes comments about his love for you, Vil isn’t surprised that Rook caught on. He won’t deny it to Rook however he is fighting for his life against anybody else.

He’s denying it so hard because it would be bad if it got out “Vil Schoenheit has a secret lover!!” He doesn’t feel like dealing with that.

Also you and Epel best friends because you two get similar treatment except you get privileges and he doesn’t.

[radio-writes]

These asks seemed similar to me so I thought I'd tackle them in one go.

What I think of Alastor The Radio Demon

I've never really done a character analysis before so I'm not sure how to go about it. Honestly, I had to rewrite this several times to trim it down. 

I put little footnotes here and there for parts that I think ruined the flow of thought, and weren't essential but still figured were worth a mention. Corresponding footnotes can be found below the lower divider for any interested.

The way I see Alastor, and how I try to write him, is that he's smart—terrifyingly so—and emotional. 

I mean we all know he's basically a textbook manipulator. He's charming, great at reading people, and brilliant enough to know exactly what to say and when to say it. 

He's so gifted at charming people that a fair portion of the fandom's basically head over heels for him—despite the fact that based on what we've seen in the series, he's an objectively despicable person.

And he's so good at manipulating people that, again, a huge portion of the fandom thinks he actually sees the hotel gang as friends/family now. Hell—a lot of people even believed him when he said he cared for Charlie like a daughter.

Add his brains and his skill of wrapping people around his clawed finger, to his god-complex1 and selfishness, and what you'll see is that, on paper, he should absolutely be the big bad of the show.

Except...he currently isn't; and I don't think he will be although it would surely be fun to see how that would go.

Because as much as he is terrifyingly evil, he is also, extremely driven by his emotions.

I know it sounds like a bit of an ass-pull.

Alastor being emotional? The same demon that doesn't drop his smile even when having a whole mental breakdown? The same demon who doesn't bat an eye at a hotel patron dying?

Well, yes. Because there's more to feelings other than sadness and love and care.

There's anger, there's hope, there's desperation, there's pride, there's hate.

And I think Alastor is absolutely driven by these and more.

As said by the most darling, delightful, dangerous overlord over one side of the pentagram,

"words are cheap, but actions, they speak the truth."

As much as Alastor wants to think he's in control, we've seen his emotions come first before rational thinking. 

His pride has absolutely taken over him. He thinks he's above it all, untouchable, unreachable. Because he's so clever, so strong, so charming, and it has more or less gotten him everything he's wanted.

But it's this pride of his that has also lead to his most glaring flaws.

Alastor's first instinct was to lower Lucifer in any way that he could—leverage whatever he did have that Lucifer didn't (height, a relationship with Charlie etc.). Because Al knew that Lucifer was inherently stronger than him, better than him—and he hated that.

His pride couldn't stand the blow, and that—along with feelings of irritation and likely insecurity— is what drove his actions for most of that episode; overtaking even his usually smart wits.2

But it's not just negative emotions.

If Alastor being a mama's boy is still canon, then even his relationships are steered by emotions too, whether he's aware of it or not.

His love for his mother influences his biases towards women. How he judges and approaches them miles more fairly than he does men.

Hell, his whole persona—the transatlantic accent, the radio theme, the over the top silly jokes, his laugh even!—all a by product of his passion for being a radio host.

But why does being emotional mean Alastor won't be the antagonist in the show, you ask?

Well because, being emotional is such a humane thing. It shows weakness, vulnerability. Something the show has often used as leeway to develop and redeem its characters.

While I don't think Alastor has the best intentions coming into the hotel—or even at the point of the season 1 finale really—I do think him being this emotional of a person shows that there is some chance of him genuinely growing fond of the gang, and then settling into the found family at some point in the future.

It may not be a conscious choice, it may take some pushing and pulling, it may take the whole run of the series, but Alastor is capable of caring. And when he feels something he feels it to a point past his own rational thinking.

Would love to see him try to betray the hotel though as some last minute attempt to maintain an evil persona.

Now this doesn't exactly mean I can see Alastor ascending into heaven not unless they drag him kicking and screaming.3 But I do think that in the end, he'll find some sort of other form of "redemption," one that he would actually like.

Perhaps it's coming to terms with the fact that he is mortal and that is okay and it doesn't mean he's any weaker or any lesser. And that even if it did, it shouldn't matter.

Honestly, I'd be more terrified of him once he's come to that point. The only weakness Alastor right now has—aside from whatever deal it is that he made—is his ego.

You could probably get away or manipulate him back if you struck at it, but once he's all done with hotel therapy time and has his emotions under control? That man's going to be unstoppable and I fear for all of hell.

Maybe Charlie should let him keep his issues after all?

1 I find Alastor's god-complex extremely ironic. Oh, he definitely has it. My best guess is that it stemmed from his serial killing days.

If the previous source saying that he killed on a weird moral code (not unlike Dexter) still holds water, then he probably saw himself as some god doing such good work for the people. Judging criminals and delivering punishment.

This whole, "I'm so strong and untouchable even amongst criminals" mentality of his was probably egged on when he got into Hell and he was able to take down big bad overlords with ease. That definitely fed his ego nicely.

Now I say I find it ironic because well, he thinks he's so above it all. So perfect and pristine—nothing like all those other sinners. He doesn't care for senseless killing or stealing jewelry or sex, no he's so much better than that, isn't he?

Well, the way I see it, he's really no different.

*cue angry radio noises*

He cares so much for all the material and outwardly things. Sure, it's not to brag or to be sexy, but you can't tell me that fucker isn't just as vain as say, someone like Velvette.

He'd probably freak if anyone caught him outside of his well tailored suits and impeccable posture. 

To Alastor, image and public opinion must mean so much more than he's willing to admit.

And all that killing the bad guys, killing the criminals, killing the scum of the earth. Oh let's not pretend he does it out of any other reason aside from the fact that he loves it. 

It's an act for power for him, not actually done to protect anybody.

And considering he eats most of his victims now, I'd say he's actually below your average criminal.

On sex—well, fine. He can have that one, I suppose.

But still, the irony that this man thinks he's so above your common everyday sinner is just hilarious to me, because he's exactly just like them.

2 I have seen people say that this is yet another one of Alastor's cleverly planned schemes. That he kept pushing only because he was confident Lucifer wouldn't smite someone Charlie cared about. Which, sure, I could see that being the case later on in their interactions.

But as an introduction? An opening line? When he didn't know Lucifer's temperament, and Lucifer didn't know how much Charlie valued/cared for Al?

No. I genuinely think, that this was purely a gamble on Alastor's part. A slip, a jab that he just had to make to save his own pride.

3 Personally, while I absolutely love all the angelic designs of Al, I really do not want him up in heaven unless it's for comedic purposes or he's grocery shopping for angel meat.

Dude was a serial killer. Granted, he killed criminals. But I've never been a fan of vigilante killings. I mean, who's to say the person he killed actually did the crime though? What if it had been someone who was actually innocent?

And even if they weren't, can you imagine if he killed your parent in your lifetime for say, stealing some bread to feed you? And you're just chilling in heaven and all of a sudden your parent's murderer is redeemed while your parent still rotted in Hell?

I would just start a riot right then and there, damnation be damned.

Besides, red suits Alastor best, anyway.

Tagging @cofeedaifuku because they were the only one out of the three that weren't on anon. Hope my fellow vien and the other anon find this answer anyway.

[chiyuumiii]

NIGHTFALL || PART 2

Earth-42 Miles Morales/F!Reader

[TAGS: Prowler Miles Morales, Miles Morales, Miles G. Morales, Female Reader, Fluff, Just Pure Fluff, Cuddles and Love, Morning Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Forehead Kisses, Prowler Miles sneaks in through your bedroom window and cuddles with you hehe, Vigilante, Miles saves you from a bunch of ew creepy men, Secret Relationship, Secret Love]

Note: TW: Mentions of harassment, slight drugs, Google Translated Spanish, Bad/Decent Writing, Typos, Grammatical Errors!

Point it out if I missed something <3 Thank you!

This is part 2 of a fic! Check my blog to read the first part if you haven't &lt;3

He begrudgingly climbed up on your roof, lifting himself up by your windowsill. Though, it was difficult to see you from the moist coating of the panes. He sighed softly, he held onto the heel of the roof and sat, glancing over at the sky as he took sight of its beautiful dark hues. He silently took a break from his vigilante duties, with only the wind howling in his ears soothing all his injuries.

He left after a short while as he noticed the sky getting brighter by the minute, returning back to his own room, slipping through the window and putting his gear back in secure places.

You were completely oblivious of his visit to your place.

Honestly, he just wanted to make sure you got home safe and sound. But it might've been more than that, y'know?

The Prowler has a heart, too.

♡♡♡

You yawned sleepily, rubbing your eyes and blinking rapidly, glancing over at your plugged phone, only to realize, the cord came off, yay!

“I'm such a fucking dumbass..” You groaned, you checked its battery percentage, 42 percent.

“That can do, I guess.” You sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed and scrolling through your phone like you always do. 

You noticed a news article on a website, discussing The Prowler, the image on the thumbnail showed the vigilante that rescued you the night before. You never knew that was his alias, since he didn't bother to tell you last night.

You clicked on the link, intrigued by it. Scrolling through, you found out more about him, I guess he wasn't much of a vigilante, seeing as his criminal records involved…some things. But he still cares about citizen safety. Looks like his mom raised him well.

You plugged your phone, getting up and walking over to the bathroom to wash your face, gently applying some skincare products on it and rinsing it, then wiping your face.

“Hey.” A voice rumbled behind you, you flinched, looking at the mirror and turning around, it was The Prowler.

“What- How did you get in?! HOW DID YOU EVEN FIND MY HOUSE?!” You leaned up against your sink, a little frightened. You were befuddled by him.

“You don’t need to know,” He sighed, trying to sound heedless. “I just wanted to say I’m glad you got home safely last night.” He uttered inside of his mask, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah- Thanks…” You smiled sheepishly, though still in confusion and curiosity. “So…Are you gonna do anything else besides just stand there menacingly?” You chuckled nervously, raising your head slightly upward to see his mask.

You heard a soft sigh escape his lips, shaking his head before turning back to you. “I’ll leave now.” He exited your bathroom, slipping out through the window.

You watched him leave, curious about his identity and his true behaviour, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it, staring at the window he left through.

You walked over to that window, gazing over at the morning sky above.

“That was…something.” You felt a smile paint onto your face involuntarily, a soft hue of pink visible on your cheeks. You then mentally shook it off and closed the window, locking it up securely and proceeding with your morning routine.

After that incident last night, you had to stay home. You couldn't bear going through that again, even if Prowler will be there, there's also a high chance he wouldn't.

You crawled up to your bed, scrolling at endless, repetitive posts on social media, it was boring…You had wished that vigilante would've stayed here much longer…

PART 3 SOON WAAAAH

[aboutchigiri]

from the start 🎧.

fic info: a chigiri hyoma x reader, hurt/comfort fluff fic, best friends to eventual lovers.

a/n: not proofread and also a lil ooc because this is my personal experience that i'm making light of ..🤸🏿‍♀️

' chigiri, the one who you grew closest too in the group of soccer players that you somehow mangled yourself with.

' chigiri, who always gave you relationship advice when you were with his teammate, isagi.

' chigiri, who always made sure that you were okay when isagi ditched you for training.

' chigiri, who you helped with physical therapy when he felt that he was straining his knee.

' chigiri, who became your only and best friend.

' chigiri, who you're slowly falling in love with.

"i think i'm gonna ask hiromi out." chigiri told you as he laid on your couch, his knee propped up while you set up the products to wrap his knee.

your eyes widened slightly but you shook it off before chigiri could notice, not wanting to dampen the mood because his senses were extremely sharp when it came to you.

"oh? that's nice. i thought you didn't have time for a girlfriend." you spoke casually, as you slowly began to work on aiding his knee.

"i'm not sure yet but, i know i wanna get back out there. plus, she's super into me. isagi and bachira were telling me to go for it, especially since we're in our off season." he spoke, twirling his hair gently, eyes glancing at the tv playing lowly in the background.

"mmm." you hum as your eyes laser in on chigiri's knee, knowing your face was laced with disappointment. chigiri took the lackluster response and immediately started to question you.

"what's wrong, you sound sad." he started, leaning up slightly to look at your face.

"nah, i'm good. your knee's all good, but you know this tape sucks so don't do any crazy shit." you said, plastering a fake grin on your face as you tap his knee gently.

"mmm.." he mumbles, shrugging it off as you guys fell into your normal routine of gossiping, having deep conversations or just relaxing in each other's presence.

******

"i guess, i'm not too upset. i just don't get why she acted so interested just to loose interest once i gave her my time." chigiri sighed as he flopped on your bed.

"she probably only liked the chase, don't work yourself up over it." you spoke honestly, rubbing his back consolingly.

"i just wanna find the one, ya know. the one person that we always talk about wanting." chigiri spoke with a huge sigh, as he flopped over to stare at you.

"me too but, we must stay strong. they'll find us, one day." you shrug, his pink eyes shining as he looks at you with that same energy that he always radiates around you.

"you're an amazing friend, y/n. i'm glad we became so close. i don't say it a lot but i love and appreciate you." chigiri spoke innocently, his eyes never leaving you. your heart jumped, the pain pricking slightly as you heard the word leave his mouth but instead of allowing the faint desire of you and chigiri being more than "friends" plague your emotions, you giggle quietly.

"you're a good friend too, princess. i love and appreciate you, as well. now enough with the sappy stuff, let's go make dinner before everyone comes over here." you mumble, grin plastered on your face as you shoved him slightly. the grin that never faded because at the end of the day, chigiri hyoma is still yours, whether it be a relationship or your friendship.

having chigiri hyoma is all you want, so why do you feel like having more of him. having that intimate part of him that he constantly tells you about. the part that he says he wants to share with the person he wants to spend his life with it...why isn't it you?

******

"you're pretty, y/n. i don't say it a lot though." chigiri said as you handed him his shin guards that he supposedly lost.

"thanks red, you're not bad yourself." you giggle, the compliment sending shivers up your back.

"y/n, do you think you'll ever get back in a relationship? ya know...after isagi, you kinda swore off love unless it was with him." he spoke, the redhead boy seeming withdrawn, something he never usually was around you.

"random but, i'm over isagi. he's an awesome friend but that's really all it'll ever be. i was being dramatic back then, if there was someone i wanted to try again with..." you started, glancing up before continuing your quiet chores.

"i know who it would be." you whispered, forlorn.

"who?" chigiri spoke, his voice sounding closer than it was a minute ago. you looked up to see the 5'9 soccer player, standing in front of you with a...distressed? look.

"ha...i-it's not that important, chigrin. that person only thinks of me as a friend, so i've given up on that idea." you laugh it off, praying he would leave this subject alone.

life with chigiri has been perfect, you two have lived together as roomates for almost 2 and a half years and remained close friends throughout that entire time. you wouldn't want to ruin it with your stupid romantic feelings for him.

the stupid urge to kiss his cheeks when he's stuffing his face after practing or the urge to linger your hands in his red locks when he asks you to help braid it so they're not in his face for his next game.

"hmm.. what if this mystery person were to think of you as more than a friend." he asked, rocking on his heels slightly but focusing on your face for any change in expression.

"well..that's very unlikely but, i would love to try being with them. i think it'd be easy for us." you spoke honestly, not realizing that may have sounded a little too targeted.

"me too." he said before your eyes widened slightly.

"what do you mean 'me too'?" your eyes widened comically large, eyebrows raised ridiculously high.

"i think we should try, it'd be easy for us. you said it yourself. i've been looking for you, in every girl that i've ever spoken too. it makes sense now." he mumbled that last part, he had moved slightly closer at this point.

"hyoma...are you being serious, right now?" you ask, your heart pounding in your chest.

"i forgot you're stupid, i'll have to spell this out for you. me, chigiri hyoma, likes you y/n. a lot actually, will you go out with me, with romantic intentions." he speaks monotonously, smiling slightly at the irritated scowl that graces your features.

"worst confession ever. i'll go, but do better next time." you roll your eyes, mouth curling into a grin at the way your stomach is fluttering and your heart's pounding calms because this is chigiri.

chigiri hyoma, who loves you back.