#the funny thing that Eric has the same eye color
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Don't you ever stop to think how Amber inherited her mother's eyes but Nath got his father's eyes and how much that probably hurts him? Cause I do
#my art#digital art#fan art#amour sucré#amor doce#my candy love#mcl#corazón de melón#cdm#mcl nathaniel#cdm nathaniel#genetics suck#the funny thing that Eric has the same eye color#and he hurt him too in some way#don't get me wrong i love his eyes but i think he probably don't like them
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6/20-26: finding Pride in many things (cooking for friends, hosting a farewell party, and witnessing naked cyclists, among others)
39th WEEK, JUN 20-26, 2016.
(a.k.a the very very last one.)
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Wow. Okay.
Need to breathe it in for a sec.
Alright. The last week of 9 months.
A lot has happened, because of course I willed myself to have a lot happening.
Monday, June 20:
I took this day to do a last good tour of downtown. Did some last-minute shopping, took a fair amount of photographs (which I lost along due to the broken hard drive), and overall feasted my eyes with the wonder of downtown Seattle with its high-rises and hills and valleys and blooming trees lining the wide curb and the pigeons by Westlake Center and the innocence of Pike Place Market and the breeze along the waterfront and the Gum Wall and the hustle and the bustle and everything else in between.
(you know what I will not miss? The weed smell. It’s so Seattle, but at the same time, I can live in a version of downtown Seattle with no marijuana scent constantly hanging in the atmosphere of alleyways and city buses)
Maybe in the future I could be living in another big city or some other beautiful places, but I always know that nothing beats downtown Seattle in all its grandiosity and color. Nada.
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Tuesday, June 21:
Part of the downtown tour agenda was shopping at Chinatown for ingredients for what I was about to do on Tuesday. Some of my friends from Rainier Beach (Mary, Rebecca, Emily, Kira) were coming to visit after school (they were juniors and so they still had school), and I planned to make some Indo food! The choice fell to the classics ketoprak (for its ease) and martabak manis (as my propaganda to promote chocolate-and-cheese combo to foreigners—don’t @ me).
I think I initially planned to make gado-gado but some veggies required in gado-gado were scarcely available even in Seattle’s Chinatown, so I settled down for something which ingredients are more readily available: ketoprak. As for martabak manis, I found a quick mix for that thing in the Asian market HAHAHA all I needed to do was wet the drys, pour them into the pan, and wait.
It turned out great—for an impossible-to-screw-up recipe, but I’m still proud of myself. As long as the guests were happy.
I’d see these girls again the next day on Wednesday, June 22, when we had a sleepover at Rebecca’s. Talk about sleeping over on a school night. But it was worth every second of it. I remembered we took a trip ‘round the city doing stuff, and we got back late at night, all of us piled into Rebecca’s bed straight away, too tired to think or do anything else.
Thursday and Friday I went to school to take care of some stuff. Friday, June 24, was the last day of school for the year at Rainier Beach HS (and for me, ever), and at the evening I had my own goodbye party hosted at home. I invited everyone from dear friends at AFS Seattle chapter and at school, former host families, to the adults I’ve gotten to know along the way, like Laura and Imad and other people.
Here's the funny thing: I couldn’t even eat for most of my own goodbye party. The party started at around 6 or 7 I reckoned, and sunset/iftar was not until 9. So what I had been doing—and Eric had been assisting me in doing—was once in a while grabbing a snack I wanted to eat and just sort of store them in a corner in case they ran out before 9.
Imagine roasting marshmallows and making s’mores but not being able to eat them straight away.
It was a fun one rather than a sad one, though, to be honest. Maybe because we weren’t yet registering the fact that a farewell is truly coming, and plus I still have one last chance for good-bye with my fellow exchange students.
Like a normal person trying to squeeze out as many agendas as she can in her last days of living, after the goodbye party I went to Hinaho’s for a sleep over with fellow AFSers. I had been to Hinaho’s before, and I love her house and her neighborhood and her host family is just the nicest people, so I was excited to be back and we had a great time. We all camped in her living room and watched movies (one I remembered was The Divergent Series: Allegiant Part 1) until all of us just dozed off and the TV was left on.
(another personal, trivial moment I remembered was me waking up at the wee hours of the night in my sleeping bag, being reminded that it was time for suhoor, so I lazily grabbed one or two energy bars from my pack.)
(not that it’s a good advice to give, but during this time of the year I realized I could survive a fasting day without suhoor, as I almost never miss one my entire life until this year—and an 18-hour fasting day at that. So I figured, at least these energy bars would be enough rather than nothing at all.)
(and I don’t know, maybe being occupied in activities that make the time fly by also helps with fasting because you’re too busy doing these things you’re not reminded of hunger and thirst—as long as it is not a physically-demanding activity. It was pretty much like you’re too focused on doing something that you just forget to eat and accidentally skip meals. Another thing is that Seattle—even maybe the US in general—just did not have that Ramadan vibes, and that’s okay, because in Indo, I am always reminded of Ramadan because almost everyone is fasting and Ramadan being the festivity season that companies take so much advantage of as their marketing strategies. Sure, the lack of Ramadan vibes was saddening—in a way that I was just living my days without eating and drinking and getting angry without the semi-obligatory crowded late afternoon markets full of scrumptious snacks and gluttonous congregation, and nightly two-hour long prayers with noises of kids running around playing cat-and-mouse in the mosque yard—but that’s okay too, because I already knew these things when I jumped in. All I was worried about was surviving 18-hour fasting days and turned out it was the least of my worries.)
Saturday, June 25, Karen took me for a walk around Capitol Hill and Volunteer Park.
I couldn’t believe it was my second-to-last day and I was still discovering new things—Volunteer Park, especially, being so close to our house and I couldn’t believe I never went there before.
The park, like most Seattle parks, was a beautiful one. It was vast, with a greenhouse and a lake and even a museum (Seattle Asian Art Museum, which we didn’t have the time to visit). Karen took me up the water tower, which had an observation deck that provided a view of the park and a portion of Seattle beyond it. By the lake was a sculpture that the park was famous for—originally titled “Black Sun” by Isamu Noguchi, and colloquially referred to as “The Doughnut” (reminds you a lot of the same case with Chicago’s “Cloud Gate”, huh?). From The Doughnut’s hole, you can spot the Space Needle with the lake in the foreground, as though the Needle rose from the waters.
The water tower (volunteerparktrust.org)
The "Black Sun" aka "The Doughnut" (volunteerparktrust.org)
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Sunday, June 26: best day in Seattle ever.
No, not it being the last day in Seattle—that part was depressing. But at least I was ecstatic that I got to end the journey with a bang, by watching Seattle Pride Parade.
Add that to the list of things I would never ever ever get the chance to do in a million years had I not decided to jump into the exchange student bandwagon.
I forgot where I had heard of the Pride Parade from. Maybe Patricia and Amber. Maybe Karen, knowing my giddiness for festivals and public events to witness. At any rate, it was such luck that Pride Parade fell on that day, because if it were one day later, I wouldn’t have been able to attend and I would have missed one of the best experiences in my life.
So much coming from a mere spectator. But it truly was a thrilling experience.
Karen end Eric had stuff to do, so I hopped on to the bus downtown by myself (what else is new?) at around mid-morning, when the parade had just started. I was told that Patricia and Amber (along with Vera) would be there too (of course), so I planned on meeting up with them later on.
How was the parade?
Simply put, there were a lot of things.
There were of course big companies and brands with their employees dancing around carrying balloons with their brand on it, there were floats from big and local businesses, there were marching bands, there were local communities marching while carrying a long banner or letter balloons. Many floats have half-naked men dancing and having fun with themselves (from gay bars, mostly). There were people in just about any type of clothing and accessories dancing along the blasting music and giving free high-fives or even hugs to the spectators.
It truly was a day where people get to be free and themselves when 364 other days they don’t get to.
There were drag queens walking along with their stellar outfit and makeup, which amazed me the most because I had never seen such dedicated drag queens before. The image I have of drag queens are the ones available back in the home country—you slap a wig and dress and chest stuffing and you’re good to go to, either for busking around street food stalls for change or for other nightly services. Not saying that Indo drag queens are bad, but objectively the drag queen culture there is not as dedicated as it is in the US, with the addition that the US drag culture is well-facilitated, what with the bars and shows and RuPaul’s Drag Race and overall interest from the audience.
Suffice it to say, the drag queen industry was a flourish. And I was there to only experience the gist of it in the parade.
If I had posted this sooner, I would still have the chance to post the pictures, but since most of them are gone with the hard drive, here are some I vetted from my Instagram:
I met Patricia, Amber, and Vera in Seattle Center area, by the Space Needle. I hung out with them as they had lunch, me enjoying my last moments of playing with sweet little Vera while she still knew me in her toddler life.
After lunch, we went back to the streets. Vera looked excited at seeing these many things the parade had to offer (I remembered she was particularly excited when a group of people wearing leather and dog-like accessories—I later learned from Patricia that it was a community for enthusiasts of sub-dom puppy play and the sorts (CMIIW for the description)—and she went “pups!” so cute and blissful of her).
After a while, Vera no longer looked excited, which means she’s all drained. Patricia and Amber said goodbye while I stayed in the streets, still full of energy and not wanting to miss any of the event I would most likely get only once in this lifetime.
I walked along the streets from Seattle Center back to downtown, trying to find a good viewing spot. The floats were still floating, the dancers dancing, even the mayor was there too. At some point, I saw a group of people in the distance that I thought I had missed and would not see in this parade, but then again, on second thought, it totally should be in the parade.
Men and women and all the genders in between, cheering and cycling through the streets with their biggest smiles and hands waving.
They were in on it so good, I didn’t even notice until they got closer that all that was on them was body paint.
Naked cyclists!
My remorse of missing out on the Summer Solstice Parade instantly evaporated. Apparently I’m just that easy lol.
Not long after the cyclists, the parade slowed down to a close, the last show was people carrying a big-ass pride flag as wide as the street itself, facing the sky. The sun shining through the flag turned the asphalt below it into wonderful shades of rainbow colors.
(southseattleemerald.com)
Again, to say that this was an exciting experience was an understatement. This was the thing I had been looking forward to, though I came in with no expectations. Personally admitting, the conservative corner of me was astonished upon seeing what the parade had to offer me, but as the day went by, I ended up enjoying every second of it. I was basking in overstimulation—the clear sky, the hot weather, the bright pride colors, the big floats, the loud music, a new thing to witness every 5 minutes, the sea of excitement radiating from both the spectators and the contributors, and most importantly, the overwhelming amount of happiness, freedom, and, well,
pride.
It may not be my freedom and pride, but seeing them celebrating it made me as jubilant as they were. Happiness is truly infectious.
The other thing I’m most grateful about from this experience is to be able to witness first-hand what the word ‘pride’ in this context really means. Sure, in this era, we can still educate ourselves on the matter—there are thousands of sources and internet friends you can find that can give you all the information you need—but honestly, the Internet can only do so much, especially if the surroundings you’re in do not support or facilitate the issue. I feel like if I hadn’t gotten out, I wouldn’t have been able to empathize this much. I did understand the existence of the issue and that there are struggles on it, but being in Downtown Seattle on June 26, 2016 was what really woke me up.
After all, it kind of boils down to one simple matter: if any goals you have in this life, whatever they are, lead to you being happy and living in a world that is also happy, then why can’t you let other people do the same?
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Blade
Part of me finds it kind of funny how the audiences for the MCU are finally receding, and no, not in a snobby film critic sort of way. I, myself, enjoyed the Marvel movies while they had everyone eating out the palm of their hands and you were a fool and you would regret it if you skipped out on one of their movies during that era, even if it was starring one of the lesser iconic characters. I do not typically hop on bandwagons myself but I can safely say that I was a MCU fan and went to every movie with my friends. Not only were the movies charming and entertaining and led to an awesome and satisfying conclusion by bringing all those worlds together, but I think they were also good conversation pieces and I recall sitting and discussing those movies sometimes just as fun as watching them. However, I admittedly struggled staying in the loop with what Marvel had to offer after Endgame, and an increasing amount of viewers are beginning to feel the same way. When they implemented shows from Disney+ into the mix, there just seemed like there was way too much to keep up with in order to understand everything. You went from 1-2 movies a year, to that and a handful of mini-series. And eventually, oversaturation comes with burnout and I think that’s what many Marvel fans are going through. I have not watched anything post Shang-Chi, but I typically hear repeating complaints and sentiments by most people online and offline regarding the current Marvel movies.Many people say things like “corny” or “cheesy” or even “full of itself”. The standards that Endgame left everyone with, alongside the chore of keeping up with every MCU-related piece of content, nobody knows if the MCU will ever hook and reel everyone like it did before. But the reason why I brought all of this up is because when I hear criticisms like this, there is a part in the back of my head that has a Marvel movie, one that predates the cinematic universe, that basically fits those descriptions to a T. That movie is the story centered around Eric Brooks, but you might know him better as Blade.
When I first watched Blade, the entire runthrough, all I could think to myself was how it is the perfect encapsulation of 90’s edge. After decades of clean-cut and filtered media, a rebellious wave dominated the scene and edginess was in. Movies, television, toys, and commercials were all feeding into that type of energy and Blade was no exception. Blade’s attempt to win you over is by overcompensating with dark and muted colors and an unapologetic bloodbath and fascination with gore, along with the kinds of one-liners that were cool to drop back then, but big eye-rollers now, like “I’m going to enjoy this”. Blade was doing everything in its power to make you think it was cool. The movie that is, believe it or not, the actual character of Blade didn’t have to lay it on so thick in its attempt to impress you. Blade himself is one of the few elements that is surrounded in a world of exaggerated deaths and cheesy one-liners is just naturally cool. Played phenomenally by Wesley Snipes, Blade is a cold, skilled, badass vampire slayer who doesn’t let anybody get in his way. Sporting a trench coat and sunglasses while wielding swords, daggers, knives, all things sharp that he uses to hack and slash through his enemies. And to top it all off, he’s got a silky smooth voice. As mentioned before, Blade is a vampire slayer and lucky for him, there are plenty of vampires to slay. They’re everywhere, lurking the streets by day, sinking their teeth into people by night. However, one particular vampire and antagonist of the film, has desires of something more for the vampire race, he believes they have the potential to both dominate the overworld and the underworld, seeking out ancestral powers that will turn him into an unstoppable force and conqueror of both worlds in the process. But Blade is not going to let that happen. Now feels like a good time as ever to talk about Blade’s hatred for the vampire race and what drives him to kill them in the first place. Well, for starters, spoiler alert: Blade is half-human and half-vampire, or known as a day-walker by the vampires. “Born from a mother ravaged by vampirism and gifted superhuman abilities by a bite from Morbius, the Living Vampire, Blade is the Daywalker—a skilled martial artist who possesses most vampire strengths and none of their weaknesses. His life is the tireless pursuit of eradicating the world of the beasts who seek to destroy innocent life.. But he is never conflicted between picking sides, as he views all vampires as scum for infecting his mother, giving him the powerful abilities he has today” (Marvel.org). That’s an important detail, remember that for later. Soon after that, Blade had been abandoned and had been brought in by Abraham Whistler, serving as both the mentor and father figure in their relationship. “Whistler took Eric in and became a father figure to him.He helped Eric overcome the self-hatred stemming from his inhuman nature.He gave him a mission in life: hunting vampires to avenge his mother’s murder and the loss of a normal human life. Eric took a new name to signify his rebirth — Blade” (Writeups.org). While Abraham helped Blade transform into the cold-blooded vampire hunter that he is now, he doesn’t hold that against him nor does Blade credit all of his success to Abraham for how trained in combat he is. They have a mutual respect for each other. You also have Dr. Karen Jenson, a woman who has been bitten by a vampire and has minimal time to find a cure for herself. Admittedly, her and Blade’s relationship isn’t anything notable but she does something significant to Blade’s character by the third act.
Speaking of, a ton of significant things happen to Blade’s character by the third act, Deacon Frost gets personal by killing Abraham Whistler, which sets off Blade to show these vampires no mercy, unfortunately, things don’t get any better for Blade though, as his perception of reality and everything he stands for is crushed when it is revealed his Mother has banded together with the vampires. The sole reason why Blade pursued being a vampire hunter was to avenge his mother, only to see that she has switched sides and loves being one. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21TKB3TDoNg) Blade, at the culmination of his most vulnerability, goes completely savage. He puts the ritual to the halt, killing every vampire in sight and releasing their demons, his mother included. By the end of the movie, Dr. Karen Jenson has discovered a cure for vampires and offers it to Blade, only for him to decline. I speculate the reasoning behind this is because Blade realizes the responsibility he has more than ever before, who knows if there are other vampires or supernatural beings out there and after witnessing the negative impact the vampires had on his innocent mother and having those abilities without that kind of upbringing, that makes Blade the protector of the human race against vampires, whilst being half-vampire himself. “Blade's destiny is to hunt and destroy those who'd prey on humanity, to rid the world of evil” (Marvel.com) And for those reasons Blade can be cool without him needing to be in your face about it.
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You've prayed for them, manifested them into your life. You've asked and received.
They've broken tradition in some way. Either in their family, social group/community or they will be the one who breaks your usual type.
A very good listener. Has a penetrative gaze, their facial expressions are actually very emotive. You'd actually find it fascinating.
Anytime they're stressed they'll go and take a walk or be out in nature. They gather inspiration from there as well. They value they quiet time but they also work well with others. They know several people likely but trust very few. Probably have this same set of close friends for the past several years. They don't really open up easily but their aura is comforting. Pretty non judgemental and grounded.
A leader / has latent leadership qualities in a group setting. (can have a strong Aries or Mars influence in them)
Might be into puzzles, board games, putting things together.
Experimental and changes their look often. But they pull it off brilliantly.
Looks really good in red and / or white.
Strong morals, strong sense of right and wrong. They could be going through something but it's not easily visible on their face. Could have an air rising (gemini, libra or aquarius) or can keep a poker face.
Very attractive. Since they do change their appearance often they have definitely bleached their hair at one point. Fair skin with a sun-kissed glow / tan to them. Broad - strong shoulders, narrow waist, strong legs. Might have played sports or is good at sports. This is someone who learns things relatively quick given how attentive they are.
I'm tempted to say they have daddy vibes. Yes even if they identify as female. They have the BDE.
Ambivert but leaning a little more towards the introvert side. However in social settings they do handle things well given their confidence regardless of how shy they can be. However once you get to know them they'd be very quirky and funny around you. The kind to randomly do a weird tik tok challenge but for you/close friends/cuz they felt like it and not the camera
Cinematography, cinema, editing, photography.
Well travelled, street smart and knowledgeable.
They love hoarding knowledge, you'd be surprised.
You'll meet them when you leave a place/location or situation that's been causing you stress and giving you more anxiety and repression than peace and progress. Highly likely during travel or once you've relocated to some place.
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Sensual. So damn sensual and captivating. They look unreal sometimes honestly it's intimidating.
Something about their voice is downright so enchanting and sexy. You can't help but feel attracted to them, it's almost annoying how drawn you feel. (possible lilith rising, could have scorpio and taurus or capricorn placements) I mean I wouldn't be surprised if they sing, have an asmr channel, are a speaker, spokesperson or representative etc
Very dreamy, rather spiritual as well. They definitely have faith in something that they feel is above them. They seem a little prone to really vivid dreams as well as nightmares. Might even be a bit clairvoyant or Clairsentient.
Secure in their business and career might own a business actually. Thing is there is a lot of goals they want to accomplish. But they're not the kind to stall it, they actively go for it. They don't care, they'll achieve it. Especially if you tell them that they can't, then they definitely will. However their ambitions aren't the shallow kind, they really do want to leave a mark or simply express themselves for how they are on the inside.
Either they look like a complete softie, care bear, mom friend or they look like a siren or what Christian Grey thought he was or they have the aura Eric Draven had in The Crow or Maleficent carries. There's no in between. They switching positions like that Ariana song.
They have the most kissable lips.
Highly likely have tattoos because they love the sensation of getting inked.
Tall, lean, Dark hair, dark eyes, beauty spots, really nice hands. Look really good in every shade of blue and green, black (definitely black) and even certain floral or geometric prints. They may also like wearing accessories a lot.
For some reason I saw a crown.
Emotional and intense, they need a creative outlet of expression or they shut down. Like, I kid you not they need to at least once completely lose themselves in something then come home and pass out on the sofa.
Expect a lot of thoughtful random gifts and display of affections from them. They're a bit possesive, I almost feel they can be a little bratty but oh when they look at you, they have eyes only for you. Talking to them is finding a best friend from a life you have no knowledge of but yet it feels right.
Sincere
Trust
Romantic
Passionate
Beach baby / loves the water. Doesn't really like the cold as much.
They may have a pet? They seem to be very good with animals.
You'd meet them when you feel really good about yourself, you'd be really feeling yourself or would have achieved something. Making travel plans or setting your next goals it might even be night. It'll feel perfect actually, right it happened at the right time. You'd be getting signs though but I feel you'd be preparing yourself for other exciting stuff to take proper note of them and boom it happens.
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An explorer, a seeker, a student who wants to keep learning, keep being a ray of sunshine in everyone's life.
They seek their soul family/found family or would really want a family of their own someday. Very good with kids likely or at most, very patient with different types of people.
Honestly if they were a Pokémon they'd be bulbasaur.
Regardless of their age they're very youthful, the inner child is intact.
They might dress very vintage or old school. Very laid back actually. Also something about walking barefeet on wooden floors came up. They look they belong in a old photograph / polaroid almost. I'm not getting much on their looks besides they look like they belong in a painting or old polaroid. They feel like home, they feel like laying in a field and relishing the golden hour, they feel the the type whose hand you'd hold and run off with. Red and browns are definitely their color, they pull of the muted tones really well. (almost thought of Taylor Swift's Willow music video)
Might have a strong aquarius and capricorn influence in their chart as well.
Their upbringing may not have been in the best conditions but they've worked very hard or are working very hard to improve their quality of life or give back to their family in some way. In some way they've turned their life around. They did a full 180. Crazy.
Deep voice. Warm whispers.
Honey in tea.
Carnations, lilies and red grapes.
They'd like to celebrate the little victories in their life with you. They get happy over the simple things so much, I can just feel my heart melt because of this person and their smile. They're so affectionate and kind and it's making me tear up almost. Wow.
Also they smell really nice. Flowery notes maybe?
They love touching foreheads.
Might play an instrument or paint.
Honestly, I kid you not. They feel straight out of a fantasy book. The closest characters I can think of is Westley from Princess Bride, Aurora from Maleficent and Belle from Beauty and the beast.
You'll likely meet them when you've shut out something toxic in your life. You may not even be looking for love, this might be after a break up even, you may even be escaping a situation or be away from a gathering and be around New people / faces you aren't as familiar with when this happens. Your anxiety will ease around this person. You might even had a passing thought or dream of this scenario before it happens but you'll brush off the thought thinking that isn't possible or something, then you'll be in for a surprise regardless.
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I Call This One: Bold & Brash!
The egos x artist! gn! reader
ty @pokemonpunqueen for the request!
A/N: I’ve decided that I’m gonna write for the egos when I can’t think of anything else or I need practice writing lmao. I mean I was doing that before? But I didn’t know it? listen it’s fine it’ll be fine but FOR NOW I thiiiink I’m gonna take requests. Just a few. I’ll stop when I think it gets too much. This is exactly what it says. I focused on like drawing/painting for “artist”, with some references to animation thrown in there. I did Darkiplier, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Google, Eric, and a Host thrown in there bc I love him and I miss him
Word count is 1.5k
Enjoy
Egos x artist!reader
Darkiplier
He’ll want to commission art from you
He makes comments about how Mark is a narcissist but also he’s a narcissist.
Oh look, Dark’s asking you for another picture. What does he want? He wants you to draw him? Again? For the fifth time this fucking month? Wonderful.
He likes looking at how you make art of him, be it stylistic or realistic
He will hang them up all over the fucking house so pace yourself
He’s fine if you draw anybody else
Except Mark. Never Mark. How can he tell, you ask? No fucking clue, but he does
Gets a bit worried that you won’t make enough money to live comfortably
Just because not everyone needs a fucking MANSION-
Will always buy things for you if you ask
Likes to be able to support your job or hobby
Sugar daddy? I mean maybe
Makes sure you eat, sleep, drink water, survive--
Leaves snacks for you at your desk for when you don’t want a meal.
Carries you to bed if you fall asleep at a desk
Recommends you wear comfy clothes at all times so you can fall asleep wherever
A bit of an enabler, he’s doing his best tho
If you take commissions don’t be surprised if he threatens to kill someone when they don’t pay or are rude to you
He loves you, that’s all
Wilford
Fucking elated
Draw him!!! Please!!!! Please draw him!!!!! He has coin!!!!! He can pay!!!!!
Ecstatic if you actually draw him like he’ll giggle for an hour straight just looking
Secretly commissions more art from you
So also sugar daddy
It’s always something so obvious so you know it’s him anyways
He likes bright colors and eyestrain for some reason
If you make that, he just. Stares at it. Unblinking. You have to snap him out of it (im not projecting what do you mean)
Gets extremely worried about you not taking care of yourself
Gets someone to fucking babysit you when he’s gone so you take care of yourself
When you get greatly offended by this he settles for texting you reminders
And when you ignore those he texts more
Don’t be surprised if you get spammed by several people and an alarm starts to play from somewhere in the house
You’re gonna be healthy whether you like it or not, asshole
Drags you to bed aggressively
He WILL NOT drug your food with melatonin because that’s illegal. B U T-
He’s a little confused, but he got the spirit
Will advertise your art to anyone and everyone and also on his show and threatens the audience with a gun
AGAIN, a little confused. he just wuvs u so much
Yancy
I mean technically he’s kind of an artist too so he appreciates your skill and creativity
He’s very nosy and likes to look over your shoulder while you work
If you don’t like him doing that, he still does it, just more secretively
Likes to work in the same room as you.
That is if you don’t mind constant singing or tap dancing in the background
He shows off your art to anyone and everyone and gets mad if they don’t immediately say it’s fantastic
May or may not have stabbed someone over it, you’ll never know
If you show him something you’re working on, he’ll show you something he’s working on in return
The law of equivalent exchange
You tell him you can make MONEY from things like art and dancing and he goes apeshit he gets so fucking excited
If you’re like an animator and offer to animate his dancing he might actually cry
He’ll deny it constantly every day until he dies
If you make things traditionally he hangs them on the wall Everywhere
You might run out of room
By which i mean you will run out of room as soon as possible
Will never tell you a drawing is bad ever unless it’s like Really Bad which it never will be in his eyes
He loves anything and everything you do u are so precious
You have a permanent support system within the man
Google
Used to see art as pointless
Then comprehended the chemical release it causes in the brain and thought that was fine
Then saw you get really mad with something you were working on and got confused again?
If art no make good chemical, why art?
He still doesn’t understand, but that’s ok
You tried to get him to make something once
He just. Kinda. Made a buncha ones and zeroes
You still framed it and hung in on the wall and he got embarrassed
If he could blush, he would
If you draw him he looks like he doesn’t care but it’s at that point he decides he would die for you
Primary objective: answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective: make u happy. Tertiary objective is to destroy mankind
If you draw bing that will disappear IMMEDIATELY you have BETRAYED him
If you ask for a color palette recommendation he Always says the google colors. Always.
You might’ve thought he was going for an rgby type of thing. But then you realize.
He is in charge of your financing. He will tell you the most efficient ways to make money as an artist and you follow then
He is also in charge of making sure you FUCKING EAT A MEAL
“But isn’t an objective to destroy mankind?” shut up he’s not happy about it either
Despite his best efforts he loves you and that ain’t gonna change
Illinois
Doesn’t fully understand
He needs to be outside at all times and cannot stay in one place
And you’re like??? Required to stay still???? For prolonged amounts of time????? Disgusting. Anyway, whatcha workin’ on?
He might ask you to try and teach him
If you do try he gives up almost immediately
Sometimes you just get so into it that you forget to do basic things and he gets upset
(i.e. eating, sleeping, living, etc.)
He gets worried about you
He is a hypocrite bc he does the same
He will drag you to bed, motherfucker
Honestly he might lock your shit somewhere until you fucking take care of yourself. it’s like a hostage situation god
“Where the fuck did you put it” “I have no clue what you mean. I might know if you eat your dinner, though”
Asshole (affectionate)
Sometimes you like make faces when you try to draw a person and it’s hilarious and cute to him
He looks at your drawings the moment you walk away but acts like he doesn’t care
He cares a lot
Will support you no matter what but will also tell you without hesitation if he thinks something looks shit
Listen he’s out of line but he’s right
Eric
Loves you a lot and will support anything and everything you choose to do or make
Drawing? Awesome! Painting? Wonderful! Animation? Superb!
He often wants to buy you supplies or something but he does not know what anything is
Fuck is a chalk pencil???? What are gel pens vs normal pens?????? Watercolor????? What the fuck are you saying??????????
Will subtly drop hints that you could,,,, draw him,,,,, maybe,,,,, if u wanna
And by subtly I mean he starts to ask and then starts crying
If you draw him he will cry again he loves u so much
If he ever were to get a tattoo it’d be something u drew. Nothing else is as important to him at the moment
He enjoys photography and film, and likes to try and bond with you over artistic things
I mean. Some things overlap.
You could talk about a single drawing for hours and he’d listen intently the whole time
Don’t ask him for feedback, it’s always some version of “it’s perfect and I love you”
Even if he hates it
Which,,,,, he might hate it sometimes
He’s not a good reviewer. 2/10, very biased
He likes to take photos when you’re in the zone
If you tell him to delete them he will
While secretly making one his home screen
Host
Hey, he gets it
He writes, he understands the hyperfocus
Sometimes he wouldn’t move from his chair for a day because he was busy writing a script
That being said, you probably have to be the one to get him to take care of himself
Or you have to take turns
Otherwise you’re both gonna fucking die
He asks you to describe your art to him and tries to picture it.
He’ll tell you if he thinks it probably looks good or bad
You shouldn’t take it to heart because he can’t see it
He is a bastard sometimes
“Well, what do you think?” “I think it looks fantastic” “Thanks, babe” “...” “... you think you’re fucking funny, don’t you”
He asks if you can draw him sometimes
No, he won’t see it, but he’ll appreciate the sentiment if you do
He will ask for your opinion on his scripts sometimes
If you say it’s bad he gets really defensive
You work in the same room a lot of the time and forget the other is there
One of you has to preemptively order food or like set a timer so you can goddamn Survive
You’ll be fine
#markiplier egos x reader#darkiplier x reader#wilford warfstache x reader#yancy x reader#illinois x reader#googleplier x reader#eric derekson x reader#eric derickson x reader#x gn reader#x gender neutral reader#darkiplier x gn reader#wilford x reader#wilford warfstache x gn reader#yancy x gn reader#illinois x gn reader#googleplier x gn reader#eric derekson x gn reader#i'll be honest i only thought about this bc i saw mark's fucking VIDEO on tiktok and got kind of excited
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Do you guys know any fics with Hastur and Ligur as the main pairing? Thanks for all your hard work!! :D
I have a few Hastur/Ligur fics for you...
So... what does happen to demons when they die? by Zab43 (G)
So…what does happen to demons when they die?
This is what Ligur was wondering when he regained consciousness after the incident at Crowley’s flat.
I’m at it again…. I’ve just got to find a way to reunite these two
A Funny Old World by noodlefrog (T)
Hastur liked fire. It had a certain look about it that he liked to watch, the color and the movement and the coiling of the smoke. If he was feeling sentimental, which was rare, he'd call it beautiful. Most of the time, he called it fun. Destructive. Exciting. Funny, sometimes, especially when humans were around to see something of theirs burning and did all that business of running around yelling about it.
He liked Ligur, as much as he could like any fellow demon. Ligur was competent at the temptations he performed and had a similar kind of eye for the artistry of a long con that Hastur could appreciate. He was... cunning. Ruthless. Vicious. A right proper menace. Excellent lurker. Knew how to bide his time and plot and scheme with the best of them. He could respect Ligur for what he was: an evil bastard who he didn't hate being around.
When he was feeling sentimental, which was rare, he would think of him as beautiful, too.
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*screechy, off-key rendition of "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" played on a kazoo*
Hastur has a crush on Ligur, and it's mutual.
I'm taking this crack seriously.
You've been warned.
And They Were Roommates by Rathgrith (T)
Ligur is back, but not quite the same. Hastur decides they should share living quarters and calls on Eric to give his office an upgrade.
it will not be enough by seekwill (M)
There was no slow burn. It was not an epic love story. There were no smouldering glances over lobster traps and the day’s catch. No weighted touches as hands passed over ropes over the course of a busy day - at least, no more than there had ever been.
Hastur cannot name the thing he feels for Ligur, not until he is gone.
The Fishermen AU no one asked for, as part of the Good AUmens Event.
This Other Sky by brutumfulmen (M)
Hastur found Ligur to be an aggravatingly vital part of his existence, and he’ll be damned twice if he’s the only one who felt this way.
Computerization by I_will_say_oh (M)
Hastur has a routine, unexceptional life of an ordinary office worker. Every day is like the last, but he likes that, and he doesn’t like surprises. So it comes as a real shock to him when his boss suddenly decides to introduce computers to the office – which he has never seen before.
- Mod D
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oblivious [kevin moon]
🧸🎀 — pairings: kevin moon (the boyz) x gender neutral reader
🧸🎀 — tw: none.
🧸🎀 — wc: 3751
anyone who knows kevin to a personal level would be sorry for the guy, frustrated in his behalf even.
now, don't get me wrong, he's a handsome young man with a sweet personality, a nice car and good friends. he's a member of one of the hottest, on the rise k-pop boy groups, with a honeyed voice and great dance skills. he could probably bag anyone he wanted with minimal effort on his part, whether they work or not for the same industry as him. but the problem for kevin moon starts around someone who has little to nothing to do with the idol world.
you're kevin's friend, his little childhood friend from back when he was in america, and current best friend even here in korea. kevin's childhood friend who's only an university student, and knows as much about idols as you know about calculus— that is, nothing—, kevin's childhood friend who works part time in café, and still gets allowance from your parents, kevin's childhood friend who lives just three blocks from his dorm, who is so used to be by his side that you practically live at his dorm alongside his members. kevin's childhood friend who is... just his childhood friend and nothing more.
he's been on the unrequited love side of the spectrum for too long that his problem no longer relies on the fact that you guys are friends probably since you were both fetuses inside your mothers' wombs. he already felt this way about you when you lost your first tooth when you were six, even when you smiled at him with an incisor missing. he already felt this way about you when he taught you how to ride a bike at the park when you both were nine, even when you fell on your face and had a big bruise on your left cheek that remained on your skin for two weeks after that. he already felt this way about you when you turned fourteen and you stopped being a tiny shrimp and started looking more like what would later become his ideal type. he already felt this way about you when you guys were seventeen and he was starting his little youtube channel with one of his friends, and you would watch his videos with a genuine excitement that matched his. he already felt this way about you when you moved to korea together, not even knowing what was ahead of you but knowing that you had each other whatever happened.
he's been in love with you for way too long, so long that he already had every single inner monologue, argument, discussion and debate he could possibly have with himself about how absolutely wrong and criminal it is to have a crush, or rather, be in love with your best friend.
he won in absolutely zero of these arguments against himself, as he always came to the conclusion that it was wrong, you two were friends and that's it, that you probably saw him only as a brother, if anything. but he had received his very needed push in the back by his members, now close friends of both of you, that insisted that it was normal: you were attractive, funny, sweet and a perfectly viable choice for him due to your closeness, anyone in his situation would probably be the same, and he would be a fool if he let go of the opportunity. with your looks and personality, you could get a partner anytime you wanted, and time was ticking for kevin, which, in turn, prompted him to act with you in mind, courtesy of sunwoo who mentioned he'd be the one making the moves if kevin didn't do it first.
and, so, it started, the tortuous process of courting.
he didn't outright tell you he liked you, as he wanted to test the waters first, so he started with simple and minimal things, things that would go completely unnoticed by you unless you saw him as something more than a simple friend, unless you saw him in the same light as he saw you.
hugging you a tad bit tighter and longer when he greeted you, getting leaves out of your hair or clothes for you, tentatively holding your hand when he wanted to guide you somewhere, placing his hands on your waist on hips when he walked past you; all little things that made his pale cheeks burn up a crimson color and his stupid, traitor heart beat uncontrollably against his ribcage... all little things that you remained completely apathetic to.
“don't be afraid to up your game, hyung,” haknyeon had offered some advice, and as if it served as comfort to kevin, he had friendly palmed his back to show empathy for him, who sat with his head down, face hidden in his hands, “i think y/n is great! they definitely haven't noticed yet, and that's why they haven't said anything!”
it was another one of those nights where he was overcome with feelings, when the tug on his chest became too heavy and when the feeling of urgency became desperation. none of what he did was working out the way he wanted it to, and everytime he was left with more questions that answers: did you really blush when you brushed hands while reaching for the salt, or was it his mind playing tricks on him? were you really staring at him with such dreamy eyes when he was sketching or were you just spaced out? he could never tell.
“well, that's obvious,” sunwoo retorted, plump lips on a straight line. he scratched his head and nudged kevin on the ribs, “you're the one who knows them best, you should that y/n had never had a partner before, it's likely they're just oblivious to your advances,”
an imaginary lightbulb flicked on on top of kevin's head at that moment when he realized sunwoo was right.
in all the years he's known you, you've never showed any kind of romantic interest in any person. it wasn't that you were short of suitors or admirers, quite the contrary, actually, you've had that sweet tendency to smile at everyone that happened to make eye contact with you since little, offer your help whenever needed and an ability to make friends with anyone in a matter of seconds. kevin was sure, during all his high school years, that the reason why he was liked was because of the halo effect, produced by the fact that he was always by your side.
but, you, even with many suitors and secret admirers, never once brought up the topic of dating and crushes in front of kevin. he thought it was better that way, honestly, he's a bit more mature now but back when he was still a teenager, he was sure he wouldn't be able to take it if he heard you talking about another guy, all starry eyed and blushing. but that didn't mean he didn't feel curious about it.
one time, against his own mental advices to just mind his business in case he ended up with a broken heart, kevin asked you about a guy in your class who he overheard your classmates teasing you about.
“oh, yeah, you mean james, right?” you sat on the floor of his bedroom, copying the answers from his textbook onto yours. you had bit your pencil and narrowed your eyes, thoughtfully, “i tutor him on sundays. nice guy.”
“i know who he is,” kevin answered, matter of factly, as he reclined back on his desk chair. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as some form of idle distraction from the unsteadiness of his heart, “i'm asking you why were your friends making kissy faces at you when he was talking to you.”
he had sounded more stern than he intended, but, then again, that moment was the very first time he ever saw you blush and fix your hair in front of a dude, the first time he saw you act shy around someone.
“he invited me to prom last week,” you answered, continuing to write down on your notebook with your cute, pink gel pen, “and my friends think he likes me because of that.”
“how are you so sure that he doesn't like you?,” it's obvious he does, kevin thought, otherwise he wouldn't look like such a fool, stuttering and scratching his nape like an idiot everytime you two interacted. not that he's one to talk, though.
“because he's just being nice to me,” you frowned, “he always is. he walks me home when you can't, invites me to get coffee after tutoring, he saves me a spot next to him when i'm late for class,” you didn't lift your head from your notes or ever stopped writing, that's how trivial james's acts of ‘kindness’ were for you, “he even gifted me chocolates last valentine's.”
that's crush behavior, kevin wanted to say, but he didn't. he didn't want to implant the idea in your mind, making you overly conscious about it and forcing you to end up confused about your own feelings. if you liked him back or not, he decided, was for you to find out on your own, unprovoked.
“do you like him?,” but there he was, having to open his big mouth out of morbid, masochistic curiosity.
you lifted your head, finally looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, “no?”
“then why were you blushing when he was talking to you?”
“because julia was making a big deal out of it,” you said, frowning with certain annoyance and embarrassment, “and because noah kept telling him we look so cute together.”
“no, you don't.” kevin chimed in, perhaps too fast for his liking.
“that's what i'm saying! we're just friends!” you sounded a bit exasperated, probably tired from all the teasing, “just like you and me.”
thanks to sunwoo, remembering that useful, albeit painful, conversation served kevin to switch his approach around you. thinking about it, back then, it should have been his first clue about your lack of awareness. he discarded as simple, intentional obliviousness— he thought that james was so obvious about his crush, you might as well were just trying to ignore it and not acknowledge it to avoid having to awkwardly reject him; but this obliviousness of yours lasted even much, much after that, when you guys moved to korea together and the people you met there were equally interested in you but ended up receiving the same treatment of complete lack of interest. even eric had, at some point of your early friendship, when he had a pitiful crush on you that lasted a couple of months.
with a new, more direct approach in mind, kevin moon hadn't given up yet.
he began to make his hints a bit more obvious so that the wouldn't fly over your pretty, little head like the ones before did, and he was pleasantly surprised to find out that it worked with great efficiency.
complimenting you every chance he could, both looks and personality wise, often mentioning how you're the only person to make him this happy, how his day gets better when he sees you.
and alongside the not so subtle flirting, your reactions began to grow in intensity as well. instead of the usual, coy nudge you'd give him when he complimented your appearance, you'd purse your lips and look down when he'd say that he thinks you're absolutely stunning. you'd bite a smile, cheeks heating up, when he'd, purposely on accident, casually sit close to you while watching movies, both of your sides pressed against each other. when he'd press an unassuming kiss to your temple after dropping you back at your place, you'd lean into his touch for a bit longer than usual, and you'd look a blushy mess of shaky eyes and pursed lips once he did pull away. even when he wasn't trying, even when his focus was on something else entirely, the amount of times he'd catch you staring at him and then move your eyes away as soon as he noticed were too many for them to be a simple coincidence.
all of these interactions made him hopeful, made him think that he did the right thing by slowly approaching you in a way that you felt comfortable with. by the time he decided to finally confess to you, he was so sure you were, at least, confused about it, that you were seeing him in a new light now and that you weren't sure how to act around it, and that was enough for kevin, he just needed to go past that friendship relationship and then he'd work the rest, with you.
and with this realization came yet multiple other inner debates about how to go around the confession. should he prepare for it? invite you to a picnic at the beach and confess to you when you both are enjoying the sunset? or should he just be spontaneous? you've never liked anything too flashy, after all, and you valued honesty over anything else.
he chose to just do it one day, chose a time when you two are alone and tell you normally like he would do with any other thing. after all, you two were best friends who could tell absolutely anything to each other with no shame, and his feelings for you didn't change this.
but, whenever he thought about finally doing it, whenever he practiced his exact words in his mind over and over again until he was confident enough he wouldn't stutter, the moment would get interrupted by outside forces. like younghoon deciding to watch a movie in the living room where you guys were at, just in time when kevin had said he had something to tell you, like sunwoo coming uninvited into his room when you two were finally alone, saying that he was bored and asking if you wanted to play mario kart together. or that one time when kevin had managed to build momentum in his favor, mentioning how much he appreciates you and how lucky he is to have you by his side unconditionally, and just as he was about to utter the three important words, your mom had the inopportune need to call you, at three a.m. in the morning, because she had a nightmare about you being swallowed by the kraken.
being stuck in this predicament didn't dishearten kevin, though. he's wanted to tell you how he feels since forever, he wasn't gonna give up over a few unfortunate interruptions.
the perfect time to do it comes spontaneously, unprepared, just like most of those peaks of inspiration he feels out of the blue somedays.
tonight, you're staying the night at his. you had went grocery shopping earlier in the afternoon, and kevin bought the ingredients to bake you some brownies after your insistence and pleads, clinging to his arm and pointing at the deliciously looking pictures of them in the premade mixture boxes, so now you're sitting on the counter of his kitchen while looks for the ingredients in the frige, reading the recipe out loud for him from your phone while swinging your legs up and down.
“a double boiler?”, kevin leaves the fridge door open when he walks up to you and leans in so that he can get a look at your screen, “what the heck's that?”
“it says here that it's a fancy term for a... small saucepan filled with an inch of two of water set over low heat,” you read out loud, then lifting your head with a confused grimace, “huh?”
“i don't know,” kevin kicks the door closed after retrieving the butter, shrugging and trying to pretend he didn't notice how you stared at his lips just a second ago, “i'm just gonna make that one old recipe, the one we know and adore.”
“yeah, i don't know why you felt the need to change it,” you set your phone down and hop down the counter to give him more space, “you know i just eat whatever you make.”
“you like your brownies a bit more fudgy, don't you?” he takes a bowl out of the cabinet, and places it right beside where you're standing. he offers you a smile, a bit shy but genuine, “and i like to spoil you.”
at that moment, sunwoo walks into the kitchen. he makes a small gesture of acknowledgement to you and walks past kevin to get to the fridge. you follow him with your eyes.
“hyung, i'm heading out,” sunwoo grabs a water bottle and closes the fridge again. he stands by kevin and points at the bowl where he's wisking the eggs, taking a short sip of his water, “can you save me some brownies?”
“i'm not making these for you, you know,” kevin sighs.
“just one, then,” sunwoo insists, eyebrows up and pout on his lips, “you know i love brownies.”
“i'll save you some,” you smile at the younger guy lightly, “where are you heading?”
sunwoo shrugs and scratches his nape, “had the sudden urge to go to the movies.”
“alone?” you inquire, trying to supress a laugh.
“don't judge a man for his hobbies, y/n,” sunwoo flicks your forehead with little force, and kevin hates that ugly feeling in his gut when you giggle and poke your tongue at him, “gotta go now, i've already purchased my ticket.”
and with sunwoo leaving, everyone else out on individual schedules and chanhee dead asleep on his room, you both are, technically, left alone in the dorm for once and for all.
kevin pretends to be too preoccupied with spreading the thick batter in the baking pan to notice that the perfect opportunity to do it is just unfolding in front of him. he knows that the reason why he keeps getting interrupted is because he likes to take his sweet time with it, dragging it out as much as he can so he can prepare his heart for it. he decides he's not gonna do that tonight.
just as he opens his mouth, your phone dings on the counter. kevin busies himself with putting the baking pan in the oven while you reach for your phone with the spatula he used in your mouth.
“who are you texting?” he asks once he notices your wide smile and soft giggles.
“yurina, one of my uni classmates,” you lick your lips after you're done licking the batter off, tossing the spatula into the sink, “she's happy because she asked her crush to be her girlfriend,”
“and did she say yes?”
“well, she wouldn't be happy otherwise, don't you think?”
there's an one-sided awkward silence when kevin rests against the counter while staring at you intently texting back and forth with this girl from uni.
a moment of doubt crosses his mind. should he really do it? something tells him he shouldn't, that he should just keep quiet, but he's been walking through this desert for so long ago that stopping now feels wrong when he can practically see water in front of him.
love gives him a push in the back.
“what about you?” he asks, and he internally cringes at the way his voice cracks a little at the end. he clears his throat, “i mean, are you interested in anyone?”
your thumbs stop typing suddenly, and you remain frozen for a moment, staring at your screen. you're blushing a little when you slowly lift your eyes towards him, and he mirrors such expression when his hopeful heart does a little flip.
“why—why are you asking all of a sudden?”, your voice sounds tiny and you look a bit doubtful of him.
“well, you never tell me about stuff like this,” he scratches his eyelid as he looks down at his shoes. the awkwardness is almost painful, and he's sure he isn't the only one feeling it right now, “is it someone you can't tell me?,” he makes a small pause in which he lifts his eyes from the ground and looks at you, “a close friend, maybe?”
silence fills the kitchen. the hen shaped cooking timer clicks as it counts down the minutes for the brownies to be ready, hour phone pings with new upcoming messages, the tv in chanhee's room makes deaf noise in the backround, yet, none of you talk.
when you refuse to meet his eyes that come looking for you, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down, kevin realizes he's going to be the one who breaks it, unfortunately.
“did i hit the jackpot?,” perhaps he sounds hopeful, or perhaps the silence was too loud that his voice now seems to over-volume it.
you finally look up from the floor, “why am i the only one being interrogated?,” you sound a little more like yourself when you block your phone and cross your arms on your chest, lips pouty and the tip of your ears a little bit red, “you also never tell me anything about stuff like that!”
“i'll tell you if you want,” he murmurs, trying to analize your reaction, “if you tell me first.”
in the heart fluttering moment, odds are in his favor, he knows. it's on the way you look at him through your eyelashes, shy and maybe even a bit flustered, the sugar rush on his veins at the sight of your blush, ever telling of your feelings. because he knows you so well he knows that his hunch is right, it's because of your connection that he can feel that it's no longer one-sided, that, as much as he feels for you, you feel for him.
“why don't you,” you make a small pause to press the back of your hands to your hot cheeks, “why don't you say it first, then?”
“how about we say it at the same time?,” even in his certainty there's still cautiousness, as if he needs confirmation even if he can read your heart, “at the count of three.”
“okay,” you smile at him with warmth, gentle, still laced with a shyness that makes your eyes a bit glossy, and it's the prettiest thing kevin has ever seen, “one.”
“two.” he says, his heart on a frenzy, mind a bit hazy with quiet excitement for what's about to come.
“three!” you both say, and there's a small pause before any of you continue:
“you!”
“sunwoo!”
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hi can I get a matchup for That 70's Show?
I'm a bisexual 5,7 woman with dark brown curly hair brown eyes and feckles on my cheeks with a hourglass figure.
I'm a ENFP, Griffendor and give off a yellow vibe 💛 I'm a bit ditzy in certain aspects but I'm funny, intuitive and very creative, I sew clothes, draw and paint. I'm Irish and dyslexic. I am a very good listener and give great advice :)
I love fantasy, conspiracy theories and creating characters with complex backgrounds B)
Thank you so much! 🥰💛💛
Hi! Of course you can! :)
I spent a few days thinking about yours because I wanted to make sure I can do the best for you. By the way, you sound really pretty <3 and a badass!
I hope you like your matchup! I'd love to hear back from you.
Steven Hyde x Reader
-Y/n L/n an incredibly popular girl in the small town of Point Place.
-It wasn't just because of her beauty and talents, but because of smart, kind, and full of sunshine she was.
-It wasn't a secret that most of the boys her age wanted her.
-She even outshined the infamous Jackie Burkhart (which she hated.)
-So, when she became a part of the group, she found herself constantly with them, pretty much living in the Forman's basement.
-She grew to like Fez constantly touching and playing with her dark curls. She even gotten used to him smelling it and then always complimenting how good is smelt. (Like coconuts and vanilla)
-There was one particular curly haired, aviator wearing boy who had caught her eye; the only one who wasn't constantly fawning over her.
-Kelso was constantly hitting on her, Eric would make subtly hints on how hot she was, and Fez made no effort to hide his attraction towards her.
-While she found his advances towards her rather cute--and sometimes creepy--she couldn't help but wish that it was Hyde who was hitting on her.
-She saw him hit on other girls in the Hub and at work where they worked together in the record store, but she couldn't help but feel a little pang of jealousy.
-But nonetheless, she kept her distance, respecting that he may not feel the same as she did.
-But, oh, how she was wrong.
-Steven Hyde pulled his infamous move and kept her at arms length so that he couldn't get attached.
-If there is anything he was good at it was hiding his feelings for anybody.
-His aviators helped conceal his feelings--and his red, glazed eyes when he was high.
-She was super cute, especially during casual nights when she would crack jokes and giggle at the stupid stuff Kelso says, or the pranks Hyde pulled on the boys.
-He knew he couldn't be with her; she was full of sunshine and radiance, her inner beauty making her even more beautiful.
-He knew everything about her; her likes and dislikes, especially her love of conspiracy theories (they have talked for hours just talking about it and that's when he started to develop his feelings for her) her love for writing, and even found that she had dyslexia.
-When she came out to him about her bisexuality, he found out that he was the only person who knew because she trusted him enough to not mention anything.
-He was floored that someone who trusted him this much to keep.
- "I have to ask," he said. "Which chick do you find the hottest?"
- "Oh my God, Hyde," she laughed but thought about it for a minute. "If I'm being honest, Jackie. I mean, Donna is gorgeous too and all, but Jackie is a petite, cute little thing and when she isn't being, well, a total bitch, I want to just cuddle with her and squeeze her so tight."
-Steven grinned at her. "Hot."
-Y/n laughing before shoving him off the couch. "You're a pig."
-But she was also very funny and very wise. She was always the first person to help when her friends needed her, the ear to listen to about all their problems, the hands that would help pick up others, the lips that would turn up into a bright smile, making anyone around her smile with her.
-And not to mention that bangin' bod that she had goin' on that was almost damn near impossible for him to look away from.
-For Christmas, she painted him a Led Zepplin painting that was full of colors and shading; a near replication of the actual band themselves, but with a beautiful twist to it...the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given him. He proudly hung it in his room that day.
-But despite how good she was to him, he knew he could never return those feelings.
-He was too dark, too brooding, too independent, too negative, too aggressive and...too much.
-His energy could never match hers.
-He'd never be good enough for her.
-It wasn't until long the group caught on about their feelings for each other.
-They got tired of the longing stares, the dance arounds, and the sad puppy dog faces that they always wore when the other wasn't nearby.
-So they conjured up a plan.
-The perfect time came when Y/n was over in the Forman's basement, watching Three's Company and Hyde had just walked in through the door.
-Fez, Donna, Jackie, Kelso, and Eric all looked at each other before they all stood from their seats.
- "We'll be right back," Eric announced.
- "Alright, where you guys going?" Y/n asked.
- "Uh, nowhere," Fez responded smoothly.
-Hyde eyed them suspicious
-They split off into two groups; Jackie and Donna took the stairs door, locking it.
-Kelso, Fez, and Eric took the basement door, blocking them in.
- "Kelso! Forman! What the hell are you doing?!" Hyde shouted through the door.
- "C'mon guys, let us out!" Y/n called through the basement door.
- "No! Not until you confess your feelings for each other!" Jackie shouted through the door.
- "What?!" The two said together.
- "You think we haven't noticed the way you two are with each other?" Fez asked.
- Y/n looked at Steven before turning her attention back to the two girls blocking the door. "I don't know what you're talking about."
-"Oh, whatever, you are lying!" Jackie said.
- "Just tell her how you feel, man," Eric encouraged.
-After a few minutes of going back and forth with the group, the pair gave up and found themselves standing in front of each other.
- "Is it true?" he asked.
- She looked him in the eyes before nodding. "Yes. W-what about you?"
-He looked at her for a minute before he reached out, grabbing her face and roughly brought his lips to hers, bringing her in a bruising kiss.
-After what felt like a decade, they pulled apart lips swollen.
- "I'll take that as a yes," she said, chuckling.
-He tucked hair behind her ear before pecking her lips one more time. "Yeah," he said breathlessly.
-She smiled before leaning up one more time, kissing him softly, completely entranced by the kiss.
-And man was he a good kisser.
-She wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her back and waist to pull her tight against his body.
- "Finally!" Fez called out from behind them.
-They break away to give him the "go away" look.
-"Now, let's go to the hub."
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she’s just not that into you
• pairings: lee jaehyun (the boyz) x reader
• word count: 2,117 words
• genre: angst, little bit of fluff
• warnings: none
• notes: another bad boy request😉😉 i’m making this into 2 parts because you waited so long and this is truly not my best work and i apologize that this is the product you received🥺💜
• requested: yes | no by anon
Your younger sister has always been surrounded by attention. She was beautiful, bubbly, and kind. It was no wonder she got all the boys. Of course, this never bothered you. You weren’t jealous of your sister. You have had your own fair share of relationships, but you were worried about your sister. Especially with some of the guys whose eyes she caught.
There was one boy you knew you would have to keep your eyes on. Lee Hyunjae. The town bad boy. If the city jail had a dean’s list, Hyunjae would’ve been right at the top of it. From constantly being arrested, to terrorizing the less popular kids during class, to getting into fights nonstop, Hyunjae was quite the card. He had made it abundantly clear that he has a flaming crush on your sister. The only problem for him, she was not the least bit interested.
You followed behind your sister into the main entrance of the hallway, waving to some of the people you had passed as you took a sharp turn to head towards your locker. Your sister did the same in the opposite direction as she opened the locker door. A small, light blue piece of paper fell to the floor as you heard her let out a sigh.
“It’s from Hyunjae,” You heard a voice say from beside you as you peeled your eyes from your little sister.
You looked at the boy next to you and smiled as Sangyeon gave you a small smile of his own. “Who else would it be from, Sangyeon?”
He chuckled. Sangyeon was only a couple of months older than you and devilishly handsome. He had every girl swooning over him, and you managed to snag him up as your best friend.
“She was probably hoping it would be from Jacob.” Sangyeon said looking back across the hallway before turning back towards his locker, right next to yours. “Here she comes.”
You looked at the younger girl as she sighed. “Why can’t he take a hint? I don’t like him.”
You giggled slightly. “You’ll probably have to tell him that.”
“I doubt he’ll listen,” You heard Sangyeon say under his breath as you punched him.
“Look, just say ‘Hyunjae I don’t like you like this. You’re not my type’. See not that hard.” You told your sister as she aggressively ripped up the note Hyunjae had written her.
“Oh look,” Sangyeon said. “Here he comes now.”
You both followed the sound of Sangyeon’s voice to see Hyunjae enter the building with his best friends Juyeon and Eric. All three were trouble, but Hyunjae was the worst. The hallway parted like the red sea as kids avoided stepping in the way of the three intimidating boys. One kid wasn’t as lucky as he stepped the wrong way, prompting Juyeon to bump right into him.
You flinched to yourself, already knowing what was to happen to the kid.
“Didn’t you see me coming?” Juyeon said loudly.
The kid tried to apologize profusely before being pushed to the ground by Hyunjae.
“Watch where you’re going next time.” Hyunjae spat, stepping over the kid’s trembling figure.
They kept walking as your sister kept her head down, hoping that Hyunjae would just avoid her. You and Sangyeon watched the three boys before seeing them heading your way.
“Don’t look now, bad boys for life, 3 o’clock.” You said, turning towards Sangyeon.
Your sister had a pleading look on your face, like a cry for help as the three boys stopped behind her. You glanced back, catching Hyunjae’s eyes as you heard the two boys with him snickering are how nervous he seemed.
You pinched your sister, making her jump as she turned to look at the boy. She gave him a tight lipped smile as she spoke.
“Hi Hyunjae. How are you?” She asked him.
You could see the way Hyunjae’s eyes lit up when he looked at your sister. You only wished he would realize before it’s too late that she wasn’t interested.
“I’m good. Thank you so much for asking. I was actually wondering if you wanted to go get dinner with me some time.” Hyunjae said, nervousness written all over his face.
Your sister stayed silent before looking back at you. You kept your eyes on the faint stain that was on Sangyeon’s shirt, finding it quite interesting as she sighed.
“Um, I don’t think so, Hyunjae. You seem sweet, but you’re not my type.” She said softly.
Hyunjae’s face fell as he stepped closer to her whispering softly. “I can change. I can change for you.”
You and Sangyeon snorted, earning a glare from the boy as you covered your mouth with your hand. He looked back at your sister as she shook her head.
“I’m not interested. I’m sorry.” She said before her eyes fell on the figure of the very quiet, very poised boy that heard the commotion in the hallway.
Hyunjae followed her gaze and narrowed his eyes as he saw firsthand just the way she was looking at Jacob. The same way Hyunjae wanted her to look at him. He suddenly felt bitter.
“Him?” He said rather loudly, catching people’s attention. “You like him? Seriously? He’s such a goody two shoes. You could do so much better!”
Your sister scoffed. “And what’s better than him? A juvenile nobody that makes money by robbing people?”
You felt yourself freeze at the insult your sister threw at the boy. Never in your life had you heard her be so hateful. Hyunjae didn’t know what to say as she pushed past him. His head followed her trail before dropping.
You had never felt more bad for the boy then you did in that moment. “Hyunjae, I’m sorry she said that to you.”
“Don’t! I don’t need nor do I want your pity. You’re probably thinking the exact same thing. I’m a juvenile nobody. I got it. Don’t need the reminder.” Hyunjae snapped as he pushed past the two boys that were with him.
You watched the boy push through the crowds that had gathered as Juyeon and Eric ran after him, exiting the school building.
“I feel bad.” Sangyeon said.
You nodded in agreement. “So do I.”
You turned to look for your sister as you found her talking with none other than the boy she was pining over, Jacob.
“Hey, you didn’t have to be so rude about it.” You said, pulling on her arm to make her face you and pull her away from Jacob.
She pulled her arm out of your grasp as she rolled her eyes. “Weren’t you the one telling me to say I wasn’t interested?”
You nodded. “Yes, that doesn’t mean you act like a bitch to him.”
Your sister shook her head as she spoke. “Then you go console him since you feel so bad.”
You shook your head at your sister as you walked back over to your locker. The final bell rang, signaling to everyone to get to class. Sangyeon grabbed his books from his locker as he watched you.
“Please tell me you aren’t going to do what I think you’re going to do.” Sangyeon said.
You grabbed your car keys from your locker and turned to the boy. “She called him a juvenile nobody, Sangyeon.”
Sangyeon let out a sigh. “Just be careful.”
You nodded as you headed out the school door and got into your car. You sat for a moment thinking of all the places Hyunjae could be before putting the car in drive as you pulled out of the parking lot. You drove to the one place you knew Hyunjae would be at. The Party House.
The Party House was an old, abandoned house with a few mattresses thrown out on the floors of the empty bedrooms. Hyunjae and his buddies were known to throw crazy ridiculous parties at this house, and nine times out of ten, law enforcement was always involved in shutting down the parties. The house would constantly smell like alcohol, sweat, and shame.
You pulled into the driveway and got out, pulling the jacket of your school uniform tighter around you. Upon entering the house, you noticed the dark blue color of a familiar uniform jacket that was now caught in the near side bush, being mangled by all the branches. You smiled faintly to yourself as you stepped inside.
The musky scent of wood filled your nose along with a faint smell of alcohol coming from the kitchen area as you looked around the empty building. The floor creaked beneath your feet as you made your way towards the backyard. Stopping at the open doorway of what used to be sliding glass doors, you noticed the boy taking long swigs of a bottle as he talked to himself.
“So stupid,” You heard him say. “Why would she ever like someone like you? You’re an idiot for even thinking about it.”
“No you’re not.” You said, startling the boy as he dropped the bottle in his hand, the glass shattering against the cobblestone walkway.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Hyunjae asked.
You suddenly felt out of your element. You had never been by yourself with Hyunjae before, much less with literally no one else around so you were quite nervous.
You stepped out of the house and onto the walkway as you stepped towards him. “I wanted to check on you.”
He scoffed, turning away from you. “Check on me? That’s funny. Did your sister send you to gloat about humiliating me?”
You shook your head, catching his gaze. “I came on my own. She didn’t ask me to come.”
Hyunjae kept his eyes on you. “Why?”
“Because I felt bad. I don’t think you’re a juvenile nobody, Hyunjae. My sister might, but I don’t.” You said softly.
“You should. That’s what everybody else thinks.” Hyunjae whispered.
“Even Eric and Juyeon?” You asked.
He smiled for the first time, and you felt yourself warm up at the sight of his smile. It was beautiful and surprisingly pure but held just a touch of mischief to it.
He shook his head. “Nah. They can’t judge because they are just as bad, if not worse.”
Hyunjae’s statement made you both laugh. You quieted first as his smile stayed on his face as he spoke. “Your sister really didn’t send you?”
You shook your head, walking towards him. “Nope.”
“Stop!” Hyunjae yelled, holding his hands out in front of him to signal you to stop.
The sudden change in his voice made you jump. “What? What’s wrong? What did I do?”
He shook his head. “You’re gonna step on the broken glass. I don’t want you to cut yourself.”
You smiled as he used his shoe to swipe the shards of glass off the walkway, making his way towards you. He grabbed your hand, pulling you around to bring you back into the house.
“Why are you really here?” Hyunjae finally asked.
You looked at the boy for a moment and smiled. “I want to help you.”
He scrunched up his nose in confusion. “What do you mean by help me?”
“I know how much you like my sister. I want her to be able to see you in the same way.” You told him.
Hyunjae shook his head. “Not possible.”
You giggled, and you missed the smile that fell upon his lips as you spoke. “You told her you could change, so I’m going to help you change. She is going to see the good in you.”
Hyunjae stared at the chipped wood floor as he messed with the tie around his neck before unwrapping it and messing with it between both his hands. “Do you see the good in me.”
“Not really,” You spoke quickly when you saw the hurt in his eyes. “That’s not to say that I don’t think you have any good in you. I believe that you do, it just has yet to be seen. So help me see it, and I’ll help you win over my sister.”
You stuck your hand out towards the boy as you smiled again, hoping to prop another beautiful smile out of him. “What do you say?”
Hyunjae looked at your hand then back up to you as he untangled the tie from his hand and firmly gripping yours. You knew the both of you felt something when he shook your hand, but you pushed it aside as you nodded at him.
“I say, let’s do it. I’m ready, if you think you’re up for the challenge.” He teased.
This made you smirk as you squeezed his hand tighter. “I never shy away from a challenge.”
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The reader having an office fling with Erik/Work Hubby
Warnings: SMUT
It’s gonna be two parts because it’s really long and detailed to start. LIKE & REBLOG
You wake up on a Monday morning after enjoying your short weekend to start another 9-5 workweek. Even though a part of you wished that you could work from home another part of you wanted to go into the office so you could see Erik. Your work boyfriend. On Saturday you got your hair done in some knotless box braids, went to the spa, and did a little bit of shopping for some new office attire. Today you decided to wear some of that office attire. Nude wrap skirt, a mauve colored wrap top with bell sleeves and some So Kate pumps in a nude color. Your boyfriend and Erik shared the same name but instead, your boyfriend’s name was spelled with a “C”, not a “K”. That boyfriend in question was a personal trainer and vlogger who traveled to try different restaurants mainly in Cali and NYC. He took a two week trip to NYC with a group of his guy friends. You were used to it and grew not to care so much about it. He was living his life to the fullest.
But were you living your life?
Working as a Secretary for an Environmental Technology company that makes billions of dollars gave excellent pay. The money is good but the only thing to look forward to is your gossiping friend Regina who sat in a cubicle directly next to you and Erik, the Lead Environmental Engineer who was also a Biomedical Engineer. He’s charming, witty, mesmerizing, attractive, hardworking, can be very headstrong at times, loves ramen, and has a cat named Paws. Erik with the “K” has you blushing whenever he locked eyes with you, stuttering while you both have random conversations during tea and coffee breaks, texted you funny memes during meetings when you were supposed to be taking notes, instant messages you from his cubicle computer to bug you saying things like:
-Wyd big head?
-Did Eric with the “C” see you leave the house today in that short ass skirt?
-Connie keeps talking to me with her funky ass breath. Help me 🥺.
-So, when are you going to boss up and get an office? I wanna be next to my work bae.
-You wanna get lunch together? My treat. It’s a surprise.
-I know you and Regina are gossiping about me 😌.
-I missed you after work yesterday.
He’s also the reason why you stayed later on Wednesday and Thursday nights. You would help him brainstorm ideas about improving pollution and what he should say in his speech about global issues such as climate change. He even asked you if you wanted to come with him to Alaska to test the water there but you hadn’t given him an answer yet. You really really wanted to but being alone with Erik wasn’t such a good idea. You were afraid to be in another location besides LA with him for reasons you’d rather not admit to.
After making Erik and yourself an egg white and veggie omelet with a Belgian waffle you headed out the door and to your Prius. Arriving at the office on time, you badge in and take the lobby elevators up to the fifth floor. Stepping off of the crowded elevator, you walk towards the newly decorated staff lounge to put away the food. It was 8:25 am and Erik wouldn’t be in for another ten to fifteen minutes. The lounge had Dunkin Donuts laid out and freshly brewed coffee. You fought the temptation of grabbing a chocolate glazed donut to go to your cubicle and boot your Mac desktop computer so you could check your company email. You said Goodmorning as you walked by. Regina was playing Candy Crush on her cell when you arrived.
“Goodmorning, Gina.” You placed your Chanel bag behind the desktop computer in your cubicle.
“Morning, sis,” Regina tapped away on her phone, “Did you sleep okay?”
“Better this time around, yes,” You flipped your box braids over your shoulder while leaning back in your office chair to talk to Regina, “I haven’t heard from Eric all weekend.”
“Which one?”
You pursed your lips, “You know which one.”
She laughs, “Erik with the C. What’s up with that?”
You shrug, “Don’t know and don’t care. He acts like he can’t answer my calls or texts so I can check up on him so I’ll act like he doesn’t exist.”
Regina gave you a knowing look, “I’m sure you and Erik with the K, aka Captain Planet, texted his work bae, Miss Y/N, all weekend long.”
You bite your bottom lip to fight a goofy smile.
“See,” Regina crosses her dark chocolate legs, “he’s not just your work bae. He’s Daddy.”
“Stop!” You throw a pen at her chest, before lowering your voice, “Erik and I are not having sex, Gina. We may flirt and text outside of work-“
“And during work hours,” Regina interjected.
“Like I said, we are not having sex-“
“Who’s not having sex?”
Regina and your head turned to stare up at Erik Stevens. He had his briefcase in one hand and a black coffee with extra brown sugar in his other hand. Tailored suit colored navy blue with gold cuff links. Burberry dress shoes on his feet. Vintage gold-plated oval eyeglasses over his onyx eyes. He gave Regina and you a teasing smile. The smile where he raised one corner of his mouth to reveal a single deep dimple.
“Y/N,” Regina answered with wide playful eyes.
“Oh?” Erik gave Y/N a mournful look, “Damn, ma. That’s too bad.”
You glare at them both, “I will ignore both of y’all the rest of the day if you keep fucking with me.”
You got up from your seat, pushing in your chair, and tried your best to ignore the snickering from them both. Walking away, Erik was right on your tail, his hand reaching out to grab your shoulder to stop you.
“Calm down, it’s all jokes,” he licks his full lips, “But seriously...no sex between you and your man?”
Groaning, you walk into the lounge to grab the food.
“Why are we having this conversation?”
“Because I’m concerned,” Erik turned his back to lean against the counter with his arms folded over his chest, “You know you can talk to me, right?”
You place his food inside the microwave to heat, “I know. It’s just embarrassing, Erik.”
Erik grabs your chin to make you stare at him instead of the microwave, “Don’t even give me that excuse. Remember, we shared a lot of embarrassing stories in this office after hours.”
How could you forget?
“Yeah...it’s boring, Erik. I’m sure you’re having the best sex of your life in your fancy penthouse. Probably having orgies with models and actresses. They love a sweet and caring guy,” Y/N said sarcastically.
Erik’s tongue grazes the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling, “Why orgies specifically?”
“Is that all you focused on?!!” You shove him before taking his food out, “gosh, I hate you.”
Erik takes a swig of his coffee, “which is girl code for gosh, I love you,”
You shook your head with a grin, “leave me alone.”
“Which means, give me attention,” Erik grabs both of your shoulders, before bringing his head around to plant a kiss on your cheek, “I know y’all female dictionary like the back of my hand.”
Your head turned to face him after his lips caressed your cheek. Now, that area was warm and ticklish. Erik grabs his food and walks over to one of the tables. That gave you some time to breathe and heat your food as a distraction. Why did he have to kiss you? It’s not like he’s never done it before but every time he did it, Erik made you melt and wish it were your lips instead.
“You make some bomb food, girl. I think I’m jealous of Eric with a C.”
“Says the guy who makes the best shrimp and grits I have ever tasted besides my grandma,” you take a seat in front of him. While you ate you watched him cut into his waffle covered in syrup. His long lashes curled each time he blinked and his lips were so pouty and kissable whenever he concentrates the way he does. You felt like a schoolgirl watching him eat.
“So,” Erik chews his food some more before talking, “Alaska.”
“What about it?” You play it off by cutting your omelet up.
“Y/N,” Erik raised his brow at you, “You know about Alaska this is my fourth time bringing it up.”
“When is it?”
“In a month,” Erik takes a swig of his coffee to wash down his food before leaning forward on his elbows to make you look at him, “it’s gonna be for a week, all paid for, a mini-vacay with skiing, Matanuska Glacier walk, and lunch, helicopter tour, cozy cabin...”
Erik tilted his head at you and smiled. You looked down at your food bashfully. It all sounded so tempting. You would love to go...
“I don’t know, Erik,” you shake your head, “Eric will be home and-“
“How many trips does he take leaving you home?”
“More than I can count,” you reply shamefully.
“Exactly. I ain’t tryna overstep but...” Erik left it at that and went back to his food. You slouch in your chair deep in thought. Erik has a point. Your boyfriend traveled whenever he pleased and didn’t even ask how you felt about it once. You respected that he wanted to drop his career as a teacher to travel, eat, and vlog. Not once did he suggest taking you on one of his food journeys. You honestly felt left out.
You deserve some fun too.
Moving your food around with your fork, you finally come to a decision.
“I’ll go.” You spoke softly as if you couldn’t believe you’d just agreed to it.
“Seriously?” Erik asked with his eyes unblinking and on yours.
“Yes,” you let out a breath, “I’ll go to Alaska and have some fun for once. I haven’t been out of town in so long it’ll feel good to go.”
Alaska with Erik Stevens. For an entire week. Just you and him. Your knees shook under the table.
“See,” he smirked while stabbing a piece of omelet with his fork, “It’s crazy how I had to ask your ass four times total to come with me.”
“Why is that crazy?” You asked with a laugh.
“Because it never takes a woman this long to say yes to me,” he says in a very boastful manner.
“I’m not your woman though,” you say before you could even stop yourself.
“You are my woman,” Erik rested his tongue on his upper lip before grinning, “just at work and without the sex, kissing, taking showers together-“
“Okay, you made your point, boyfriend.” You stop him before he continued.
“Does Eric know about me?”
“A little,” you look towards the ceiling, “ he’d probably cancel all his travel plans if he knew how you looked.”
Erik bit into his bottom lip, “how do I look, Y/N?”
“Fine as hell,” you giggle as if you were drunk, “He already thinks he’s the finest thing walking.”
“That’s your man though,” Erik chuckles, “You think he’s fine, right?”
“I mean, yeah, of course.”
Both of you laugh.
“I swear,” you wave him away, “you play too much.”
“Don’t make me steal you away from him.” Erik laughed. His laugh made your stomach do summer salts.
“Okay, Erik,” you speak in a dismissive tone.
“I mean, I could though.”
“Why do you insist on playing?! If I was single-“
“You would be mine,” Erik finished.
“You can have any woman you want. Why me?”
Erik scanned your body at that table, “Really? What you mean? Have you seen yourself, ma?”
“Stop,” you giggle. He can’t be serious. Erik is a flirt but why on earth would he play like this?
“You always think a nigga playing when I say that shit.” He sounded offended. You didn’t have a reply for that. Avoiding his intense eyes you finished your food while Erik closed his empty container and placed it on the counter next to the thermal lunch bag you brought the food in.
“Aight let me get to my desk,” he grabs his coffee and walked up towards you. Erik moves your box braids from your shoulder before grabbing the back of your neck gently. The feel of his smooth fingertips on your skin made the hairs on the back of your neck and arms rise.
“I’ll see you later, babe.”
You blush with a mouth full of food, “Okay, I’ll see you later too, baby.”
His fingers left your neck and combed through your box braids before he walked away and out of the lounge. You were so preoccupied with his fingers on the back of your neck and in your hair that you lost your appetite.
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You stood at Regina’s cubicle halfway listening to her speak and the other half focusing on Erik in his office. He looked bored as hell. Your eyes watched him ball up random printer paper from his fax machine to shoot into his document waste basketball hoop that he had in the corner near the door. He made it perfectly every time. Erik had the coolest office out of all the other Environmental Engineers. Besides the typical Newton’s Cradle pendulum balls that’s a famous desk accessory, he had a tropical tabletop fountain, stress relief visual illusion toys, stainless steel pin art hand mold, darts, a Rubik’s cube, Nintendo switch, and many other cool and fun shit.
“Girl,” Regina said chewing on a granola bar, “You’re not even paying attention to me.”
“I am,” You allow your eyes to fall on her accusatory ones, “I’m just...looking around.”
“No,” Regina puts up a hand to stop you, “You’re looking at Erik.”
Both Regina and yourself look over at him, spotting Erik walking back and forth now with his suit jacket removed and the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up. He was finger juggling a pen with his right hand while speaking into a Bluetooth in his ear.
“You might as well let him ruin you, Y/N,” Regina says with a whisper.
“Oh my God, Gina,” you stomp across the carpeted floor in your pumps before taking your seat again to finish organizing in Microsoft Excel.
“He could flirt with any other woman in here. Connie, Demetria, Anita, Nicole, any of those chicks, but he chooses you. Why is that, Y/N?”
“I don’t know, Gina, enlighten me,” You roll your eyes.
“No need. You already know. Erik is feeling you, heavy baby. Heavy like that ass in that skirt that we both know you purposefully wore today to make him look.”
“OKAY.” You stop her with an abrupt tone, “Fine. Yes, Gina. Yes, I know Erik is feeling me. But I am in a relationship and I can’t just-“
“Heffa, please,” Regina laughs, “don’t even try that shit with me. You are feeling him just the same. You and Eric with the C don’t even exist when you walk in here. It’s obvious you don’t want to be with that man anymore and I wouldn’t be surprised if he is fucking some chick in NYC and secretly taking her on his little food quests. You can look at me like that all you want but deep down you know I’m speaking facts.”
“Gina,” you speak with a warning, “I will throw this stapler at your head next.”
“Won’t. Change. The. Truth,” Regina flips her long ponytail.
A part of you did believe that Eric was cheating on you. It was so obvious at times but you didn’t want it to come to that. You and Eric have been together for about five years. But then again, that shit doesn’t matter. If it did, he would be worried about fixing the relationship instead of traveling for views.
Ping Ping
-Here comes Connie. Let me take a big gulp of air before she walks in here.
Erik instant messaged you. You snicker like a child doing some sneaky shit. He was so damn goofy.
-Damn. Why don’t you just offer her some gum?
-If I do that she’ll know I think her breath stink.
-Just play it cool. Have some sitting out, grab a piece, and offer her a stick. It’s that simple.
-she talks too damn much. Just talk to me about the Alaska job so I can be prepared. That’s why I’m glad you’re coming with me.
You looked up over your cubicle to watch Connie talking animatedly while Erik swivels in his chair from side to side.
Catch my eye.
Onyx met chestnut.
Erik covered his mouth with his fist to hold in his laughter before placing his hand up at Connie, from what it looked like, to reassure her that he wasn’t laughing at what she’d said.
-want me to drag her out of there by that takky blouse?
-Why are you such a gangsta, girl? LOL aight, come handle my light work, ma
-not before I get a hospital mask so I don’t breathe in her toxic fumes. Llab
-😂😂😂😂😂 straight stupid.
You snicker again.
“What is so damn funny?” Regina peered over at you with curious eyes.
“Just IM with Erik,” you bite the gel acrylic on your thumb nail to smother your giggles, “He can’t stand Connie.”
“Mhm,” Regina smiles, “y’all so damn cute just get married already.”
-she’s gone 😁
-let's celebrate lol.
Erik sends fireworks through the IM. You send balloons.
-enough about her. I see you 👀
-what’s that?
-you showing off. That attire is hella tight. What you doing with all of that?
-nothing. Lol, why do I have to be doing something?
-I know you wore that for my eyes only. I feel special.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. He was going down that lane. You weren’t prepared but still, you typed away.
-I figured you would appreciate it since my man wasn’t home to admire it before I left.
-Yo’ nigga got some screws loose because I wouldn’t be away letting my girl walk out the house like that.
-like what?
-with all that ass sitting in that skirt.
-can’t help that I have a lot to work with.
-ain’t no problem for me. If you were fucking with me Y/N I’d make you forget your name. Real talk.
You crossed your legs under the desk and rubbed the back of your neck. If he fucking bitches to make them forget their identities then that means his dick really ain’t nothing to play with.
-nothing to say huh?
-I’m just thinking.
-about what? Talk to me.
-why you really want me to come to Alaska with you.
-😌
-well? You’re gonna tell me why?
-Because I want you to myself.
-So I can show you something you’ve been missing.
-Eric ain’t putting it down on my work bae like he should be.
You were so damn nervous. Day by day Erik would grow more frustrated with Eric and your situation. Like Regina said, just let Erik ruin you. It’s a shame to say that you haven’t had sex in about a month. It was just you, your fingers, and your favorite vibrator. It could be Erik, his fingers, his dick, his mouth, and multiple orgasms.
-He’s not. It’s been too long. ☹️
-You ain’t gotta tell me how long. I can see it in your body language.
You twirl a braid in your hand. Looking away from your computer, you try to be discreet, bringing your eyes to peer over the top of your cubicle into Erik’s office. He was drinking a bottle of water while his eyes concentrated on the computer screen with knitted brows. He placed his bottle on the desk and leaned in, typing again.
Ping ping
-Don’t ignore me before I walk over there.
-ooooo I’m scared.
-Aight, bet. I’m coming.
-I want you to think long and hard about that, Stevens.
You were flustered, wet, shaken up that he wanted to “show you” what you’ve been missing, and willing to risk it all if he left his office space to come to talk to you.
-that’s what she said. 😈
You chuckle. He could turn any topic into sex.
“Hey, Erik,”
You look up to find him standing next to your cubicle while Regina looked at the both of you with interest. You stand from your seat, ready to get yourself some water but Erik has your shoulders.
“Where you going?” His husky voice tickled your ear.
“For some water.”
Erik starts massaging your shoulders lightly.
“Can I come with you? I need to stretch my legs.”
“Whatever, I don’t care.” You lead the way.
But you did care. You wondered what he was up to. Now that you walked ahead of him with that very tight wrap skirt on you felt exposed like he has x-ray vision and can see your phat dimpled cheeks bounce and sway. Thank God for an empty lounge. You walk over to the fountain, grabbing a cup, and Erik was right on your side, holding the tap down for you. Your cheeks poke out to hide your blush.
“Thank you,” you speak softly. His eyes were intent on you. Not once did you give in and look his way while drinking that ice-cold water. Suddenly unable to breathe you back up a little to make some space between you two. Erik followed with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
“Don’t you have a ton of work to do?” You ask to try and divert the attention away from you. Too late. Erik was determined to make you weak in front of him.
“I do but we have a long day, ma. I’ll get it done. I just couldn’t stand being away from my work bae.”
You rub your fingers along the wet cup, “I’m convinced now that you only come to work to be near me.”
“I’m cool with that,” He shrugs, “I could be a whole lot of things if it wasn’t for your man who’s supposed to be home with you.”
“He’ll be back-“
“And then he’ll be gone again,” Erik let’s out a sigh, “We’re playing too many games, Y/N. I’m tired of the flirting back and forth when I know you really want me. Stop coming in here to impress me with these bomb-ass outfits. I’ve been impressed for over a year now.”
Erik closed the space between you both, pressing his chest against your fuller one. You look over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming and when the coast was clear you focused your heated gaze on him.
“I’m tryna undress you with my fucking hands, not my eyes.” Erik takes his fingers to play with the bow of your wrap skirt, “You feel what I’m saying?”
You couldn’t speak. Your eyes were to busy admiring this gorgeous man who wanted to fuck you. His inviting eyes saw exactly what you wanted. A long, hard, fuck. Taking his fingers, Erik grabs your chin delicately to stroke. He made you feel so precious and desired.
“So, can I do that?” Erik asked with his lips kissing along your jawline. Your eyes landed on the door to check it and still, no one was there.
“Can I take care of you, ma?”
Yes.
You had this look in your eyes, this look that said, please, Daddy, come fuck me. He smelled so damn good. So invigorating and moisturizing. You could make out a hint of exotic arabica coffee and coconut oil on the skin of his neck.
“No,” you lick your upper lip, “No, you can’t.”
His lips found yours. He swallowed that no with his full lips and tongue. Both of you knew that your answer was disbelieving when your hands came up to wrap around his neck. That was a green light for Erik. His hands came around your waist, and then down to cup your ass. He would alternate between rubbing your spine and making your cheeks bounce in his hands. Erik rests his chin on your shoulder so he could peer behind you to watch his hands squeezing all that ass on you. He would let it go and watch it bounce before slapping it lightly so he wouldn’t make a lot of noise. You felt your heart in your throat. Now, his crotch was pressed into yours. Long and hard indeed. Let’s not forget thick.
“You free tonight?” He whispered in your ear.
“Yeah,” you could feel him lifting you from the floor to sit your bottom on the counter. He was between your legs while your hands reach for his tie to tug on. It distracted you from being so nervous. His hands rested on your exposed upper thighs rubbing your warm skin in slow circles to sooth you. All he was doing was killing you. His touch was so soft and gentle but under all of that was a rough dominating grasp that you yearned for
You weren’t sure which throbbing you wanted to quiet more—the throbbing between your legs or the throbbing from your heartbeat against your chest. All those daydreams about rubbing your swollen pussy lips all over Erik’s face until you came. Now that the both of you crossed yet another line——the touching and kissing line, there was no telling what would happen next. Sex after hours in the office on his desk? Walks to the parking lot only to fuck in the back seat of his car? Happy hour on Friday evenings only to get drunk and have sex at his penthouse?
“Can I come over to keep you company?”
“I don’t know, E. This office fling situation can fuck with both of our jobs.” You nibble on your bottom lip the second his lips came into contact with your throat.
“Nobody gotta know,” his plush lips sought out yours again, “It can be our little secret, baby.”
“But what if someone does find out?”
“It won’t happen like that, trust me,” Erik grabs your hand to rest against his crotch. Erik was swelled to cum-inspiring proportions, making you want to finger-fuck yourself with mounting enthusiasm.
“Damn, Erik.” Now you were thinking about this office fling as a carnal delight after hours.
“I know, right? Imagine me walking around all day, watching you with these big titties...shapely legs...and round ass…”
You had the body, beauty, and brains. That meant that you seldom went unnoticed; especially not by Erik, your work bae. Your slant eyes and supple body reminded him of a jungle cat that, when tamed, purred like a kitten. He wanted to hear you mewl and whimper in his ear while his dick that was currently twisted and curved in his briefs bounced off the walls of your pussy. He could see the lust in your feline eyes how quickly you noticed his arched appendage. You were probably fantasizing about what wonderful things it could do for your G-spot.
“Keep looking at me like that and watch I finger-fuck this pussy right here,” Erik’s eyes went down to look at the Apple watch on his wrist, “It’s almost that time to eat. I’m tryna eat something else though…”
“Eat me?” You couldn’t control that slipping from your mouth.
“Slob on this yummy pussy,” his hand was between your legs now, caressing the outside of your saturated panties, “You gonna feed me?”
“Where?” You whisper.
“Shit, we can go to my car for lunch. I got tinted windows.” Erik was desperate to slide his tongue inside you.
“Erik, this is crazy.” You laugh faintly before he took your face into his hands, gazed into your eyes, and kissed you so urgently it felt as if you were floating away. You could think of nothing else but how good he made you feel. Erik explores your mouth with his tongue, not wanting you to miss an inch of how skilled he was using his mouth.
“You’ll be begging me to make this pussy feel good in a minute.”
You were relentless with your hands squeezing the weight of Erik’s curved erection in his black slacks. You really wanted to untuck his dress shirt, get down on your knees, and suck him with a wide-open mouth. Keep your mouth as wide-open as was physically possible—anxiously awaiting your reward.
“Don’t worry babe,” Erik gently pulls your hand away from his crotch, “wait for lunch and you can have me all to yourself, okay?”
———
You waited and waited. As soon as Erik left that lounge to go back to his desk a last-minute meeting was called and of course, you had to attend as well. Everyone got up from their designated spots to head to the conference room. You squeezed into the same elevator cart as Erik, moving to the back so you could be near him. On purpose, you settle in front of him. Erik’s hand reached out to play with your thick ass while you focused on your phone. That only lasted for about ten seconds because now you were on the 6th floor. Hungry for his touch again you allow everyone else to leave so he could slap your ass.
During the hour-long meeting, both of your eyes would meet and knowing smiles would appear on both of your faces. You didn’t like the fact that Demetria was seated next to him with her cleavage hanging out from her black blazer. She tried her best to make Erik notice her but he didn’t give a fuck about her thirsty actions.
It was well past lunchtime and most of the office had gone to either the food court in the building or outside to find something different to eat for a change. Your stomach was rumbling waiting for Erik. Groaning, you put your computer to sleep before grabbing your Chanel bag to leave for lunch by yourself. It wasn’t Erik’s fault, you knew that, but you couldn’t help being upset and sexually frustrated. No pussy eating or dick sucking in his G Wagon 550 SUV in a desert silver metallic color.
Eating alone was boring and lonely. You played with your Caesar salad and hardly even toughed the veggie lasagna. How were you supposed to feed your appetite when it was salivating for dick? You were so excited to finally hook up with Erik. Checking the time on your phone, you had about two hours left in your shift. You pack away the food and decide to save it for dinner tonight. Standing up, you push in the silver chair at the food court table, walking away with a click-clack of your So Kate pumps. You thumb the elevator button before slipping a piece of gum into your mouth. The doors open up and you enter, turning to watch them shut as your reflection appeared.
Ping ping
Erik -where did you go?
-To lunch. I was hungry.
Erik- Really? Why didn’t you wait for me?
-Because I was STARVING. Plus, you were busy.
Erik- I’m not busy anymore. Where are you now?
-Heading back upstairs.
Erik- I’ll wait for you.
-Erik, I have to go back to work!
Erik- fuck that you know what I want.
DING. Fifth Floor.
“Told you I’ll wait for you,” He smiles at you dangerously.
You almost swallow your gum the way he approached you. You and him, alone in that elevator. Erik kisses your lips, savoring the minty taste from the gum. He pulled back, taking his thumb to wipe the spit from his bottom lip. He turns around to press the 4th-floor button since that’s were the garage entrance was. Suddenly you were shaking in your pumps. It was really going to happen. Finally, your pussy wouldn’t feel painfully neglected. Finally, you could have the touch of a man on your body after an entire month.
“Are you okay?” Erik asked while looking down at you.
“Yeah, I’m cool,” you give him a reassuring smile.
DING. Fourth Floor.
Down a hallway and through the garage door you both went with your hand in Erik’s. You walk along the concrete ground as your ears took in the sounds of sirens and car horns honking in the middle of traffic. His G-Wagon was parked in a private spot. Erik took his keys out of his suit jacket and unlocked it with a click of a button, even started it up as well. You could hear the engine rumble. The large SUV vibrates as the sound of his radio playing blasted through the speakers. Erik opened the back door, reclining the backseats to lay flat like a bed. He takes off his suit jacket, tossing it in the passenger seat before turning to you, lifting you up, and sitting you in the back.
Once there, you take off your heels and place them far enough away so Erik and you could have plenty of space. Erik sat down, leaning forward to remove his shoes. After that, he unbuttoned his dress shirt before pulling it off and balling it up to toss at the front with his suit jacket. He finally turns, crawling his large chiseled body towards you with playful eyes.
“Is that pussy still as wet as it was earlier today? Can I taste that kitty?”
Erik pulled your legs, laying you down on your back. He was on his knees between your legs, opening them wide causing your skirt to lift and bunch around your waist. He came face to face with that phat puss covered in wet fabric. Your voice was stuck in your throat. Erik takes both of his masculine hands to pull down your already saturated panties, spreading open your legs further, and staring at that pink pussy coated with cream. He could smell your scent. His car smelling like your wet pussy.
“Yeah, this pussy still sloppy,” Erik listened to you purr as he flicked your clit with his thumb. Erik continues to do this while slapping your pussy with his fingers. Each time he slapped your pussy, your juices would build and build to the point of making puddles beneath your ass in his car.
“Can I stuff this pussy with my fingers now,” Erik licked his thick fingers clean, “I wanna squeeze in there deep, baby girl.”
“Yes,” Your cunt was starving.
“Good, girl.”
He plunged first one, then two, then three fingers deep inside your pussy, flickering at your clit at the same time. He was directly over your G spot with the pads of his fingers repeatedly rubbing you there. Your legs went wider and wider. The sound of your succulent pussy increased in such severity that it was almost deafening. Your moans mixed with the sound of The palm of Erik’s hand slapping your cunt each time he finger-fucked you had him grunting and groaning.
“Faster, faster,” You called out while gyrating your hips to fuck his fingers.
“There you go, fuck my fingers, just like that, get it, baby,” Erik bites his lip, “look at you ready to bust a nut on my hand, mmm, get that shit, baby.”
A rush of juices flooded the back seat. Erik’s eyes grew wide as your fingers tightened around him. That liquid poured each time he moved his fingers inside of you. All you could do was moan and shake beneath him. Your ass was glued to that surface.
“Damn, Y/N.” Erik takes his fingers out slowly before licking them clean. He got up on his knees to reach into his trunk, bringing a Puma gym bag over towards him. He opened it with his wet hands, pulling out a thick black towel that was wrapped in a body wash. Erik places that towel beneath your ass to soak up your mess.
“Making a mess in my fucking car.”
“I’m sorry,” You cover your face with embarrassment, “I do that a lot.”
“Don’t apologize about that, ma, I don’t give a fuck. Keep doing it like that on these fingers. Better yet...do it like that on my tongue,” Erik laid flat on his stomach, “You can squirt in Daddy’s mouth too.”
Erik began lapping away at your pussy with such zeal that you were squirming and squealing within minutes. With the flat of his tongue, Erik assaulted your pussy with such a lashing that your legs turned to jello. Erik then probed ever so deeply inside your dripping wet pussy with his pointed tongue, tongue-fucking your slot until your eyes rolled up into your head. He found your throbbing, erect clit and tortured you sweetly with licks and nibbles that sent electric charges throughout your entire body. Grabbing your thighs to squeeze, feasting on that syrupy pussy, Erik’s dick dripped pre-cum in anticipation of your walls capturing his dick and holding tight, while he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of you.
“Damn, ma, I’m literally drinking this pussy dry.”
“You make me feel so good! Make me feel good, Erik.”
Erik’s tongue circled around your pussy. Each time he did that your hips would jerk. He was fighting that pussy back with his lips and tongue each time you pumped your hips. You gazed into his dark, sexy eyes and increased the movement of your hips.
“Oh, fuck!” Erik wrapped his whole mouth around your pussy and started slurping. All Erik could think about was how good you tasted and the heat radiating from your pussy.
“Shit tastes so good, girl,” He licked his plate clean, “fuck, look at my dick.”
His shit was twisted and curved to the right in those pants. Erik got on his knees to undo his pants. He let out a long sigh of relief the minute his pants and briefs made it down his thighs, resting at his knees. He sat down and pulled the rest of his clothes off, now he was naked from the waist down. You watch his thick dick jerk in his hand. That dick looked like it could bench press a barbell with how hard he was as Erik slid his hand up and down his burgeoning erection. His dick skyrocketed to its highest capacity causing your mouth to drool. Erik pointed out that dick at your mouth. Doing that caused his slit to open and show you his pre-cum waiting to be sucked out.
“Come suck me, baby,” His grip was so tight on his dick.
You obeyed every word and sucked him up into your mouth. Damn, Erik was a big boy. So girthy and veiny. Intimidating for sure. His tip blossomed so thickly your lips had a hard time wrapping around it to suck. Erik with a C ain’t have nothing on this dick. A beautiful slab of tasty meat gliding across your tongue and poking the back of your throat.
“Damn, this is how you do it, ma? You should have warned a nigga first.”
He held the back of your head to guide your mouth lower. Each time he did that, he would grunt and whisper oh, my God, which made you super wet. All you wanted him to do was splatter your mouth with his cum. He was already so close to detonation so you opened up as wide as you could stretch to fill him all the way in.
“DAYUM!!!” Erik bellowed, “Good girl, don’t waste a fucking drop when I bust in this pretty mouth. Never.”
You graduated from plain old hungry to ravenous. That cum of his sputtering and spurting forth was your reward. The suctioning noise of your hand jerking him empty into your throat mixed with Erik’s deep moans made your pussy convulse around nothing even though you could feel it dripping. You slapped his ever-expanding dick against your tongue.
“Shit,” Erik looked from his wet dick to your face, “Baby girl, I ain’t cum this hard in a minute from getting head.”
You plant kisses all over his dick, working yourself up to more sucking, “I can give you more, Daddy.”
“Give me more of that mouth,” Erik played with your braids, “Swallow my shit and lick my balls.”
“Mmm, okay, Daddy.”
Erik’s eyes rolled back when your lips would suck and then pop off his sack. He had to control himself from cumming in your hair.
“Shit doesn’t make no sense,” Erik looked at you with disbelief before a strangled look filled with passion overtook his features.
“Fffuckkk!!!” He groaned as he blasted inside your mouth with his sweet, sticky offering. You ran your index finger over your bottom lip to retrieve a dollop of cum. That only left you more famished than before causing you to enthusiastically slurp on his rigid pipe again until it was damn near raw and your pussy was sopping wet.
“Y/N,” Erik’s fingers were tight in your hair. You tasted a bit of leftover cum from his slit with your hungry tongue.
Ring Ring
Erik’s cell was going off.
“Shit,” He reached into his pants pockets while you jerked his dick. He answered his phone with an annoyed expression.
“What’s going on, Greg,” Greg was a fellow Environmental Engineer, “What? Right now?” Erik closed his eyes before tossing his head back, “Okay, give me ten minutes.”
Erik hung up his phone.
“We gotta go, ma,” You could hear the disappointment in his voice, “Supposedly it’s something urgent about Alaska.”
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, “Should I be worried about the trip?”
Erik gave you a soft smile, “Nah, Alaska is happening regardless. Don’t worry, bae, we good.”
You pulled your skirt down and placed your wet panties in your bag. You watched Erik fasten his belt in place before he opened the back door to let some air in. You rose from the car, Erik helping you put on your pumps before placing you on your feet. Digging into your bag you sprayed yourself with a little of your Chanel No.5, hoping to camouflage the lingering scent of sex.
Looking in Erik’s rearview mirror, you fix your lipgloss and clothes, everything else good to go. Erik was currently spraying himself down with some Gucci cologne from his Puma gym bag and buttoning his suit jacket. He looked just as crisp as he did when he came in this morning.
“You still ain’t answer my question, beautiful.”
“What question,” Erik grabs your hand while the both of you walked back inside.
“Can I keep you company later?”
You chew on your bottom lip in thought. Eric with the C, your actual boyfriend, might call you later and you didn’t want Erik with the K to be around to raise suspicion. Still, no word from Eric and the longer that happened the more you didn’t give a fuck.
“Am I pressing too much?” Erik asks with soft eyes.
“No, no,” you reassured him, “I just think it would be better to come to your place instead. That’s all.”
“We can do that,” Erik walked towards you with his body pressed into yours, “Bring an overnight bag. You’re not going back home.”
His lips attacked your throat again, sucking and licking you there.
“I ain’t give my work bae some dick yet so you know I gotta take care of you,” His hands found their way back between your legs and on your sensitive pussy, “You gonna let me do that for you?” He asked huskily.
“Oh, Daddy, please do,” you responded.
————
You got home around 6:30 PM. You showered, finished the rest of your lunch since your appetite for dick was satisfied and drank a little bit of red wine.
Surprised, shocked, nervous, you decided to wear a black velour tracksuit with your Fenty slides to Erik’s place and packed away everything else you needed on a faux fur tote bag. Phone sitting on the charger, you go to check it since you received a few notifications since coming home.
Eric with the C.
Eric- I’m alright. Sorry for the lack of communication. Really busy.
-that’s okay. Be safe.
He didn’t respond back.
No I love you, I miss you, I’m thinking about you, nothing.
Luckily the picture Erik sent to you made up for that. It was a shower picture. From his broad shoulders down to his well-knit waist with that v cut covered in soap and water. You had the urge to satisfy the cries leaking from your pussy at the moment. You had half the mind to pull your pants down and finger-fuck your pussy into multiple orgasms leaving your slit covered in sticky cum for him to find. How dare he tease you like that? Since you were spending the night you can look forward to shower with him. This entire fling had your skin tingling. Your fingers scrolled down to read the texts he left you. You really wished you hadn’t because now you were whimpering.
Erik- Can’t wait for you to put that work in for Daddy.
Erik- where you at? I’m tryna put this thang in your gut.
Erik- want me to come to get you?
He was blowing you up. Eric with the C never did this.
-Hey, sorry, I was getting my things together. You don’t have to pick me up.
HONK HONK.
Erik- too late.
You walk to your living room to find Erik parked outside. He was typing away on his phone.
Ping Ping
Erik- Stop making me wait, girl.
You grab your bag, phone, and keys before locking up and leaving. Walking down your cobblestone trail, Erik hops out of his car, walking around to meet you. He was wearing a black Burberry ribbed beanie with a Pyer Moss color block Reebok windbreaker tracksuit on and the same brand of shoes on his feet. He tongued you down before taking your bag to place in the back seat that was now cleaned and placed normally. Erik opened your door to help you up inside before shutting it to return to the driver's side. You watched him walk all the way around and get inside with sultry eyes. With his hand on your upper thigh, he drove off and towards his Penthouse.
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thank you for this blessed template, @possumsunshine. this was so fun and cute, i couldn't resist after seeing it on my dash 💗
pulled a couple of answers from oc asks i've done recently because oof this got long.
QUICK READ OF YOUR DETECTIVE
Name: alma greene
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: bisexual
Love interest: mason
Best friend: felix but also nate
Main skill: science/tech
Secondary skill: people/psychology
Main personality trait: tied for impulsive and sarcastic
Secondary personality trait: stubborn
Why did they join the Wayhaven PD?: she’s not a detective, but science skills
Relationship with Rebecca: very close, even with absences, but waning
Relationship with Bobby: college friend, currently hates him
Verda or Tina?: both
Murphy bite?: wrist
Murphy’s fate?: at large, babyyy
Rescue LI or Rescue Sanja?: sanja
GENERAL
Name: alma eloise greene
Nickname: sweetheart/space girl by mason; sweetie by rebecca
Birthday: june 12th
Age: 29
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: bisexual (demiromantic??)
Hair color: dark brown
Eye color: dark brown, nearly black
Height: 5’1”
Piercings: ears, former nostril piercings
Tattoos: a small snail on her right arm, super cartoony spaceship and tractor beam over the words “i want to believe” on the back of her left calf
Clothing Style: “modern” i guess, according to the game. tbh i usually describe it as “too old to be an e-girl but too cute to care.” bleached denim, dark plaid, graphic crop tops, black vans or converse, thigh-high tights, etc etc
Apartment Style: cozy. did she find it on the side of the road or goodwill or an estate sale? if not, it’s probably not in her apartment.
STATS
Personality:
Charming | Intimidating
Impulsive | Cautious
Sarcastic | Genuine
Friendly | Stoic
Easygoing | Stubborn
Traits:
Heart | Mind
Optimist | Pessimist
Team Player | Independent
Skills:
Main Skill: science/tech
Second Skill: people/psychology
By the Book | Bend the Rules
KEY DECISIONS
Reason for joining the Wayhaven PD: alma is wayhaven’s only forensic analyst because i refuse to let my black oc be a cop
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ in-game, she’s 100% there for her scientific prowess.
Murphy bite: Wrist | Neck | None
Murphy’s Fate: Captured | Escaped
Rescued: Love Interest | Sanja
ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP
Love Interest: mason
Why them?: on a meta level: oh no he’s hot
but alma’s reasoning is that he’s very upfront about what he wants in the beginning and she’s never been pursued in such a way. It’s a bit of a rush and an ego boost for her at first. but mason’s loyalty very quickly becomes the steadiness alma’s been missing for most of her life and she latches on to that. she’s not had someone so dependable around in… well, ever. and her physical attraction becomes emotional VERY quickly.
Bold, shy, or mixed?: shy until they sleep together, then a mix of bold and genuine afterward.
What were their first impressions of each other?:
alma on mason: thought he was super attractive but that was quickly pushed aside by “holy shit, this guy’s an ass.” she thinks he’s an uncooperative jerk that only cares about himself for quite a while, honestly. she asks him along for things she wants to do alone precisely because she thinks he’ll be the most likely to just stay out of her way. she’s surprised by his attitudes and opinions, and her incorrect assumptions about them, during those times.
mason on alma: would never, ever, ever admit that his first thought upon meeting Alma was simply “cute.” he quickly found parts of her to assess individually. those first few days were mostly spent appraising her physical attributes and watching her back when she needed it. mason did find her funny right away, but he wasn’t willing to trust someone new, regardless of that person being their handler’s daughter or not.
What do they find attractive about each other, mentally or physically?:
alma on mason: his eyes, freckles, and every single version of his smile. his decisiveness, differentially, and willingness to stab as a warning.
mason on alma: her hair tbh, there’s just… a lot of it. her hips, her eyelashes. He also likes her adaptability, sense of humor, and the warmth she gives with no expectation of reciprocation.
What do they do to spend time together?: lots of stargazing, lots of watching tv very quietly and making fun of the storylines they don’t understand until they get bored and make out instead, walking around the quieter parts of wayhaven or taking late-night drives.
What is their favorite memory together?: i like to think mason finds the carnival photo of them after the place has been sacked and gives it to alma sometime later. both the taking of the photo and the giving of it are very fond memories for both of them.
What are their love languages?: touch, quality time.
How do they handle being apart from one another?: badly. mason absolutely hates it after a time. if alma’s out of town, he’s in her apartment with the excuse of feeding her cat, but it’s 100% just to sleep in her bed and be around all the things that make her, her. alma does a little better. she’s used to having folks sort of come and go and come again, but she gets almost hyper-insecure?? it’s nothing she’d admit openly, but she’s second-guessing herself in totally unrelated aspects of her life until they’re reunited.
Do they argue? How do they handle arguments and disagreements? How do they make up?: they don’t necessarily argue, but they disagree with the intent to problem solve. alma is pretty flexible and as long as she can understand why someone might feel the way they feel, she’s willing to hear them out or go along with their plan. if an argument does get out of hand, they need space from it for a while. they each have places to retreat for those times, and they wait for the “hey” text to come through to know it’s time to talk about it.
What does their future look like?: alma becomes a vampire two years into their relationship. they move into a quiet, old house on the edge of town until the whole team moves elsewhere. mason has to get used to having a cat because october has several years left in him. they don’t get married, but they’re inseparable.
Anything else you’d like to share: in the time before alma turns, mason learns to perfect making grilled cheese because it’s what alma craves when she’s not feeling well. He makes the grilled cheese then he immediately showers to get the smell off him but he makes it regardless.
BEST FRIEND RELATIONSHIP
Best friend: depending on the playthrough it swaps between felix and nate, but felix feels more in character
Why them?: alma loves felix’s sense of adventure and nosiness. Most of all she loves that he won’t judge her for pulling the same shit every now and then.
What were their first impressions of each other?: alma was super thrown off by that hand kiss. “who the fuck is this mischief-maker?” while nate was very kind and warm, felix (surprisingly) was the UB teammate that really humanized the rest of the team for alma. he’s fun and genuine and wants everyone else to be happy together. felix was incredibly interested to learn more about alma, as a human, as his boss’s daughter, and then as a friend when she readily accepted the supernatural and, by extension, him as a vampire. The fact that she’s easily flustered or surprised really works in his favor because he lives for being the most shocking person in the room.
What do they do to spend time together?: they share music, they dance, and they text A LOT. lots of memes, lots of “what does [x] mean?” “oh nice” “[proceeds to use the thing they just learned incorrectly]”. they also compare and share hair products.
Anything else you’d like to share: they each have a tamagotchi named after the other (baby felix and baby alma) and they compete to see who can keep theirs alive the longest. everyone loses.
OTHER RELATIONSHIPS (Feel free to go in-depth!)
Relationship with Rebecca: oof okay. alma seeks rebecca’s approval and depends on her for a sense of safety and “stability.” in some ways, she wants to be exactly like her mom: strong, independent, unbothered, worldly. but a lot of that shatters the longer alma works professionally with rebecca and with the revelations surrounding rook. alma sees how much rebecca uses her as a crutch, projects her perceived failures onto alma’s life, and over-shelters her.
Relationship with Rook: alma doesn’t remember him and tries not to think of him often or fondly or at all BUT she has so many of his things. his flannels, his detective badge, his ancient comic book collection (which is the only reason she has her own). she has his eyes and his impulsive streak, his care for people of all varieties. she IS rook’s daughter and she ignores that fact so it doesn’t hurt her.
Relationship with Bobby: they used to be very close, slightly flirty friends but there’s no way in hell alma can trust him now. (i originally had bobby as alma’s ex but it was all getting a little too Bella Swan for me. like bobby, douglas, the werewolves, falk, and mason like????? it was a bit much so bobby’s just an old ex-friend)
Relationship with Verda: alma fucking loves verda. that’s her mentor, that’s her dad friend. she feels a sense of Pride and Accomplishment when she can make verda laugh or impress him in the lab, or both. alma’s fond of spending evenings over his place with eric and the kids, making dinner, or just hanging out.
Relationship with Tina: tina was alma’s first friend as a kid. they lost touch in high school because tina was bubbly and cute and popular, while alma was… not. but the summer before they left for college they ran into each other at a house party and since that reconnection, they’ve been thick as thieves. it was like nothing had changed. tina is a light in alma’s life, and alma lets tina lean into the stranger parts of herself without judgment.
Relationship with the Mayor: thinks he’s a creep and a bad parent.
Relationship with Capt. Sung: appreciates how he prioritizes the town and its people, but thinks he could loosen up a bit.
Relationship with Haley: haley is a couple of years older than alma but they’ve known each other forever. alma admires haley’s work ethic and cheery attitude.
Relationship with Elidor: oh man, alma is absolutely stunned by elidor. he’s beautiful, kind, and knowledgeable. in those early days, elidor is responsible for quite a bit of her supernatural education. alma grills him while he nurses her back to health. her curiosity is refreshing to him.
Relationship with Tapeesa/Vieno: alma thinks vieno is cute and funny, says hi when she sees them around, but they’re not best friends or anything. she can’t shake the thought that they’re basically a fae version of danny devito.
Relationship with Unit Alpha: absolutely smitten with lesedi. she’s never seen a more beautiful woman. tamiko ends up being a pretty good friend. the twins are on her social periphery but alma’s not close with them.
Relationship with the Maa-alused: alma sincerely wants to help them adjust to life in this world and takes that goal very seriously. at the same time she really really wishes falk hadn’t developed this weird attachment to her.
Do they have any other important relationships, past or present? (Relatives, friends, etc.?): YES. i’ve thrown another oc in wayhaven for the express purpose of being The Detective. His name is javi. alma met him in college and they were fast friends. alma convinced him to try out wayhaven after graduation. They lived together for a while and now they, along with tina, can often be seen in the corner booth of chen’s pub.
she was also very close with her maternal grandmother before she died. she was raised by her while rebecca was absent, but i need to develop this more.
her cat, october, whom she’s had for five years. he’s a sweet, mostly black tortie that can hardly meow. alma adopted him as an adult when she got her own place.
PERSONAL BIO
Describe their personality: alma is so open and ready to accept new possibilities. she’s the sort of person that embraces what scares her, finds beauty in it, and loves it intensely. she’s sharp and resourceful. i wouldn’t exactly describe her as hard-working, but she’s knowledgeable about her field and tries to be helpful when she has a goal in mind.
she’s quite tactile. touchy with other people. likes to use her hands for work or hobbies. she doesn’t really mind being alone for long stretches of time but would prefer not to be. she wants others to want to be around her.
she’s also terrible at being honest about her trauma. everything is fine, she’s fine, she doesn’t need to talk about this :) :) :) she will handle the breakdown when it happens and not one second before. also, with quick wit comes uncontrollable sarcasm and it does not always hit well.
Strengths: the only person in unit bravo that knows how to use google
Weaknesses: squishy
Where in the world is their Wayhaven?: super torn here because wayhaven feels inland to me, but i think i’ve finally settled on the north carolina coast but not like the outer banks area. If not there, then maybe virginia, closer to the chesapeake bay.
What is their personal history?: alma is born to rook and rebecca in wayhaven. spends her childhood being raised mostly by her grandmother, idolizes rebecca. academic success comes easily for her; a heavy interest in science leads to a scholarship at a university just far away enough to feel like she’s Leaving The Nest. alma dates a bit in college but she’s the type to end up becoming friends with everyone she sleeps with and romance is difficult for her to cultivate. when she does date, the relationships are short-lived. she returns to wayhaven after school and puts her degree to work in wayhaven’s police department. she wishes she’d applied for a position in the city but craves the comfort (and tbh, the low stakes) of home.
If they weren’t a detective, what would their dream job be?: she’s a forensic analyst and honestly?? it’s a pretty dreamy job for her. she loves being a scientist, loves helping people, and isn’t easily grossed out.
Anything else you’d like to share: has tried to stay overnight in an ikea. did not succeed.
RANDOM FACTS
Zodiac sign: gemini
Hobbies: reading peer-reviewed journals, watching terrible sci-fi, collecting comic books and mugs, thrift shopping
Likes: good hair days, denim jackets, vanilla candles, halloween, unflavored lipbalm, driving at night, that warm “surrounded by love” feeling, snails, fuzzy socks
Dislikes: the lights while driving at night, winter, dry skin, minimalist decor, smudged glasses, being overwhelmed with choices
Drink of choice: white wine usually, white russians if she’s out at chen’s, or shots of jaeger if she’s feeling trashy
Starbucks order: grande flat white with 3 pumps of toffee nut syrup and a sprinkle of cinnamon
Favorite food: a simple, fresh spaghetti pomodoro OR lemon meringue pie
Favorite color: golden mustard yellow
Favorite music: she loves just about everything and it’s heavily dependant on her mood. (this is actually really difficult to think about without feeling like i'm giving her my exact taste in music but here's a little playlist that fits her vibe)
Favorite genre (and favorite movie/book/etc): science fiction or psychological thrillers, but her favorite movie is oliver and company.
Favorite season: fall
Anything else you’d like to share: has a stupid amount of blankets stashed around her apartment. she really does not like being cold.
#alma greene#twc#i uhhh i spent a very long time on this and i'm still like#who is this person#but it's fine it's fine#i can rest
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“SIX IDOLS”
CHAPTER 4: “THE PROBLEM OF KUSANAGI IZUMO WITH WOMEN” (Complete)
* K - Six Idols (List of Chapters)
* Projects & Chapters
Translation: Naru-kun
Raws: Ridia
At that time, Izumo Kusanagi had just returned from shopping for the bar HOMRA.
Bar HOMRA is like an idol lounge in "Homura Entertainment Office". It is a place of relaxation for the idols belonging to the group with strong horizontal connections and at the same time it is also a place for the staff to enjoy the drink. In particular, Kusanagi's skill as a bartender was highlighted and there were many enthusiasts in the industry.
A hideaway-like resting place for the same liquor lovers Kusanagi meets at the bar HOMRA.
Then, the moment he entered the bar, Kusanagi noticed the atmosphere.
"Guys, what's wrong with you?"
It seemed that several idols were near the couch seats in a corner of the bar and were discussing something. They looked at Kusanagi when he entered the bar, then they looked back and started secretly talking about something.
Kusanagi frowned.
In the world of entertainment, the hierarchical relationship between seniors and juniors is absolute, and it is impossible to make eye contact but not say hello. No matter how long they are in the office, tolerating their current attitude is even worse for them. He had to make things clear here.
Kusanagi put the shopping bag on the counter and shrugged angrily and approached them. When he clenched his fist, Misaki Yata, one of the idols, suddenly stood up and looked at Kusanagi.
"Kusanagi-san, I have something I want to ask."
Kusanagi was embarrassed by the angry voice. Yata is a loyal and sincere person. He had never seen him get so mad at himself.
Looking closely, the idols behind him, Rikio Kamamoto, Eric Surt, and Yo Chitose, looked at Kusanagi with guilty eyes.
"What?"
"This that is written, is it true?"
Taking the magazine spread out on the table, Yata placed it in front of Kusanagi.
In the magazine he says:
"Homura Performing Arts Office" staff. Izumo Kusanagi midnight orgy! Sexual harassment is insanity against underage idols!"
Kusanagi's mouth fell open.
Meanwhile, Yata approaches the magazine with an indignant expression.
"What are you doing? Is that true? If so, I can't stand it! I knew Kusanagi-san loved women, but more than anything, you're an idol! I never thought you were that kind of person?!"
After hitting Yata's head with his fist, Kusanagi took the magazine. It was a weekly magazine with a reputation for scandal articles from animators. He turned the pages as he felt cold sweat running down his cheeks.
That day…
About a month ago, the day the movie where Kusanagi appeared was released. At the commemorative party that brought the people involved together, Kusanagi had a drink, sexually harassed all the actresses and female staff in line, then took an underage idol he liked and went to the bar next to the stairs, and he finally disappeared into a city hotel with the girl.
"It is a hoax!"
Kusanagi threw the weekly magazine on the ground.
As he rubs his beaten head, Yata looked at Kusanagi.
"Are you sure?"
"Obviously! Do you think I'm such a person?"
"You are a lover of women."
"You are a healthy person."
"You are kind to everyone."
Kamamoto, Eric, and Chitose responded.
"You guys…"
Kusanagi spoke desperately. Yata took the magazine and hit him. He couldn't find the color of the joke in his eyes.
"At first, we thought that Kusanagi-san couldn't do this, but when I thought about it, it was true that Kusanagi-san was drunk and he came back like that about a month ago."
"Kusanagi-san, you are normally calm, but when you get drunk, I think you can become a conqueror. So I wondered if it was something like that."
The eyes of the youths pierced Kusanagi. Kusanagi was full of words and looked at each of them.
"Please remember. Do you really remember?"
"Well, wait. Let's remember for a moment."
Kusanagi opened his PDA and active the calendar application.
One month ago. Certainly, there was a record of attendance at the commemorative kick-off party. That said, he had gone to parties three times that week alone. In the current situation where President Suoh is not, Kusanagi is the actual leader of "Homura Entertainment Office" and also plays the role of manager of his idols. There were more relationships within the natural industry and more opportunities to drink.
That's right, if you get drunk, you'll be in a good mood. Not that he has never lost his memory. There is no doubt that he likes women who value themselves and others, and if he sees a beautiful woman at a party, he is the type to speak positively. However, no matter how drunk he is, sexual harassment is serious business.
"Kusanagi-san? Did you?"
Yata proclaimed holding the magazine looking like a prosecutor. Kusanagi had been exhibiting for a while, but when he opened his eyes, he seemed to be ready.
"If it's just a light body touch, maybe..."
"After all, you did!"
"It's the worst! Kusanagi-san, you are the worst!"
"It's the name 'Homura'! Clear your head now and hold an apology press conference."
Kusanagi was quick to contain the young people who denounce him.
"Okay, wait! Guys, listen to the story to the end! It's true, I made friends with a grown actress, but I would never date a minor idol!"
"I cannot believe it!"
"You are a liar, Kusanagi-san!"
"Womanizer!"
"Sex stalker!"
He hits Yata's head again. Kusanagi yelled, ignoring the protest "Why am I the only one?"
"I'm not lying! I have that kind of sense! Anyway, if you're an actress, you shake hands with idols! Have they never done that?"
"I don't know about Kusanagi-san's female itinerary!"
"Really! Trust me! We are friends!"
The words were sucked into the air of the bar with an eerie sound.
Yata muttered as he clenched his fist.
"That's right. We are friends. If you can't believe what your friends say, you're done."
"Sorry, Kusanagi-san. We only have blood on our heads."
"I want to get close to a beautiful woman, and any man can do it."
"No, I think it's just Chitose and Kusanagi-san."
Through Eric's calm plunge, Kusanagi shuddered.
"Did you get it?"
"However, if so, this magazine is joking. It wrote a rumor that has no roots or foundations like this! Kusanagi-san, let's go to the editorial department to complain!"
Yata was outraged and threw the magazine on the table. Kusanagi had to stop him this time.
"So you want them to say what they want?"
Kusanagi shakes his head at Kamamoto's words.
"Of course, I will protest. But it will take the form of an official announcement from the office. The pen is mightier than the sword."
"Well, if Kusanagi-san says so, it can't be helped."
Yata appeared to be dissatisfied. Injustice cannot be forgiven. Kusanagi laughed as if he was impressive, as his righteousness was like Yata's.
"But why did this article appear?"
Kusanagi shook his head as he took the magazine.
It is an exaggeration to say that there are no roots or foundations, but it is true that he does not remember it. If so, is it someone's conspiracy? The first thing that came to mind was the face of the "Green Idol King", but he immediately denied it. That guy would be a little more elaborate and aim for "Blue" or "Gold" first.
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't come to a conclusion. Kusanagi stopped shaking his head and tried to put the magazine back on the table.
It was then that the bar bell rang.
"Oh, Totsuka-san! Anna!"
Yata greeted happily. At the entrance to the bar, he saw all the faces he knew.
Totsuka Tatara and Anna Kushina.
Like Kusanagi, Totsuka is the oldest member of "Homura Entertainment Office". A light-skinned boy who always smiles, but was born into extreme poverty to the level of eating wild grass, and was shot with a pistol by an avid fan and wandered between life and death.
Anna is the only girl idol in "Homura". Although she is only 12 years old, her singing ability is outstanding and she is in charge of the voice of the group "No Blood".
For some reason, she has been in the position of president since the former president, Mikoto Suoh, moved to the United States, but of course, Kusanagi is doing most of the work because it parallels her studies.
When they saw Kusanagi, they made the strongest faces for some reason.
"Izumo."
Anna spoke to him. She had something to say, but she didn't know how to say it. Anna, who usually does not express her emotions, was looking at him sadly somewhere.
"Don't do it, Anna."
"Anna. I'll ask him around here, so go over there, okay?"
Totsuka ignored Kusanagi and made a soft voice. Anna had been comparing the two to a funny face for a while, but she finally ran off to the bar.
Totsuka approached Kusanagi. His kind face unusually was not laughing. When he reached Kusanagi's eyes, he muttered with eyes lowered in pain.
"Oh, Kusanagi-san, I knew you love girls, but I never thought you would get close to minors."
"You too?"
Kusanagi involuntarily pushed him away. Totsuka was orderly. Kamamoto explained with a bitter smile.
"Well, we get it wrong. It's an entertainment magazine scandal, right? But Kusanagi-san's mouth tells me it's a complete hoax."
"Hey, are you making noise in the entertainment magazines?"
Totsuka said anxiously, but Kusanagi felt a hundred times more anxious.
"But…" What was wrong?
"Are you making noise elsewhere?"
Chitose spoke for everyone's ideas. When Totsuka looked at the others in turn, he made a small face and took the PDA out of his pocket.
"Yes. You are doing it right now."
Then, Totsuka projected the image of the PDA.
It was a video of a press conference. In a place like a hotel lobby, people who appear to be related are swaying in a row. In the center is a female idol who, of course, is underage and looks embarrassed.
"So when did you start dating Izumo Kusanagi?"
A sharp question flew out of the reporter.
The female idol was silent for a moment, but when she blushed and turned her eyes slightly, she made a good voice.
"Oh, yeah, I've been dating him since last month."
So is.
Kusanagi felt that the sensitive temperature of the bar had dropped below freezing.
++++++++++
He really doesn't hate being seen by women with cold eyes.
Of course he has always liked to be seen with hot eyes, but cold eyes are not so bad. It is often said that the opposite of love is indifference, and cold disgust and contempt are a type of "interest." You can repaint it with a different color. It is better than indifference.
However, that also has limits.
That day, Seri Awashima turned to Kusanagi, piercing him with the cold and staring at him at absolute zero.
"Good morning, Seri-chan."
At the regular theater studio, Awashima had a meeting with the staff. Until then, she should have responded calmly, but the moment she saw Kusanagi, all of her emotions were lost from Awashima.
"Good morning, Kusanagi-san."
As if drawing a sword, Awashima averted her eyes from Kusanagi. The expression on her profile is like ice, but Kusanagi, who has seen many women, read the phrase "Don't ever talk to me again, lolicon." hidden under the thin skin.
There was a crack in his heart.
However, Kusanagi swallowed it and went one step further. If she throws him away with that degree of rejection (although it's terrible), a loving woman's name will be broken.
Above all, this problem cannot be solved by pulling him here.
"Oh, can't I have some time? There's something I want to talk about."
"I'm sorry, but I'm about to record, so I'm sorry."
It was a line that flowed unhindered. Although somewhere in his heart he was impressed that she was the actress of the current generation, the relentless one that she does not stop treading.
"Isn't filming finished? I checked. It's just a little while."
"Did you check it?"
Awashima made an expression as if he had touched the kitchen waste. His heart was about to shatter with a screech.
However, Kusanagi was forced to smile.
"Oh, I looked it up. After all, Seri-chan is the right person to solve my problem now."
It was a lithe smile, but Awashima only frowned. Or it may have been a manifestation of anger against the background of cold contempt.
"Problem? No way, it's not the scandal with that girl, is it?"
He had to answer carefully. If he gave a bad answer, Awashima would get rid of Kusanagi and never turn around again.
After thinking about it for a second, Kusanagi replied.
"Trust me, Seri-chan. They framed me."
Awashima looked at Kusanagi.
Kusanagi stares into his eyes. The smile has already disappeared. Now is the time to show the "real blow".
If he gets rid of it, even for a moment, Awashima will instantly see him.
Finally, Awashima turned her back on Kusanagi and started walking.
"……"
Kusanagi closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. As long as he couldn't get Awashima's cooperation, he thought there was no way he could.
"What are you doing?"
"Eh?"
When he looked up, Awashima looked back a few steps away. From the terrible facial expression, the aforementioned contempt faded and the expression that seemed astonished returned.
"I don't want to get caught up in the scandal. Let's go somewhere hidden."
For the first time in a few days, Kusanagi's expression glowed again.
++++++++++
"Hanazono Kaon, 16 years old. A female idol belonging to "Alaha Productions". At first, she seems like she was an underground idol, but she made her big debut a year ago and she seems to be very active."
As she manipulated her PDA, Awashima said that clearly.
In terms of information processing capacity, there is no office that exceeds "Promotion Center 4". Perhaps it is the intention of the president, Reisi Munakata, to take over every corner of the entertainment world like a labyrinth. Kusatsu is also familiar with the situation, but if he wants information about the "enemy", it is natural for him to be more precise.
Kusanagi repeated Awashima's words.
"Alaha Productions."
"Needless to say, it is unofficial. Currently, there are only four government-approved offices in the industry."
As she cleaned the PDA, Awashima looked at Kusanagi.
"The unofficial offices are cobbled. Of course, there are many idol offices that may be small, but 'Alaha' is more like a stone. People come and go, and some financial problems happen. It's an office I don't want to have too close."
"Well, that's correct."
"Kusanagi-kun? Once again, you have nothing to do with this office, do you?"
Kusanagi shook his head slowly at Awashima's serious gaze.
"I remember hearing the name 'Alaha Productions'. I certainly knew this girl."
Kusanagi quickly excused himself when he saw Awashima's expression turn steep.
"No, no, don't get me wrong. But surely, I was greeted by this girl and the manager of 'Alaha Productions'."
A month ago, at a commemorative movie party.
The film in which Kusanagi appeared is a series that enjoys a considerable degree of popularity among Japanese films, and naturally many people from the industry gathered at the commemorative party.
Kusanagi played a central role in the party. Originally a sociable person with many connections. He brought the actors the producer was watching, spoke peacefully with the presidents of the investment companies, and discussed the work with the director.
"Did you meet this girl?"
"Oh. I was with the manager, and a newcomer who just debuted, so he told me to cheer her up."
"Well, from your point of view, there are a lot of people like that."
Kusanagi vaguely occupies the image of a famous idol with many connections. There are many people who are willing to participate in the title and they are swept away. Hanazono Kaon and "Alaha Productions", he didn't remember them and when he tried to do it, his head hurt.
Awashima crossed her arms to think.
"So it's easy to talk about it. A publicity stunt scandal is something a bad agency might think of. You can think of many ways to deal with it."
"That's correct, but…"
"Homura Entertainment Office" is one of only four official offices in this country. Its status, honor and power distinguish it from unauthorized offices (so it can be involved in such disasters). Regardless of what's wrong with this, there is no gamble on wielding its power to dispel the falling sparks.
Still, something was trapped in Kusanagi's heart.
Awashima saw it precisely. Mysteriously she looked at him and said.
"What are you wondering? If you are the usual person, you will act immediately."
"……"
Kusanagi closed his eyes and tried to remember.
About a girl named Hanazono Kaon who came to see him with her manager at the party venue.
"That girl couldn't speak at all."
"What?"
"Even in front of me, she was nervous and she made her face bright red. It was just what the manager said and she couldn't say much of anything. All she could say was a greeting."
"I don't think so, but you…"
Awashima said that, in a tone that made him wonder from the bottom of his heart.
"Isn't it said that you caught the attention of Hanazono Kaon?"
Instead of answering, Kusanagi scratched his cheek and looked away from her.
Awashima sighed deeply.
"Do you know who the other person is? Someone tries to take advantage of you, either with a scandal or a fire. If you give affection to such a person, you will be unilaterally hurt."
Awashima's words are correct. Kusanagi knows better than anyone that he can be eaten by showing a breach in the devilish world of the entertainment world.
But still…
"Idols are what light people's hearts."
Kusanagi said that in a low voice.
"I'm not saying there should be a norm for people, but in front of Kokujoji. For us, a simple story, it makes someone smile. It makes someone brilliant. I think, if I could do that, I would be older."
"……"
"I'm sure she wanted to be like that too. I want to be an idol, and I want to become an idol and give energy to all the fans. I think I thought so."
"But now Hanazono Kaon is betraying her fans. Anyone who wants to lie and lift her name is not qualified to be an idol."
Awashima was always calm. Kusanagi also has no intention of putting it there.
"That's why I want to know. Hanazono Kaon, the true heart of that girl."
Awashima opened her eyes slightly and looked at Kusanagi.
She then she shook her head as it was hopeless.
"I thought you were a bit more rational, but apparently you were just pretending."
"I'm also a "Homura Entertainment Office" idol."
Kusanagi jokingly saying that, Awashima shrugged and returned the gesture.
"Well, it's your problem, so you can do whatever you want. At best, behave however you want. But don't fly here."
"Of course. Thank you, Seri-chan."
Instead of answering, Awashima shook his hand and left.
"Well, now…"
Kusanagi looked at the PDA, handled it lightly, and requested her contact information.
++++++++++
"No! I'm glad you had a press conference, Kaon-chan."
Hanazono Kaon felt a reflection of disgust for the manager who was smiling on the room couch.
On the one hand, she was grateful to him. She uploaded song and dance videos on the internet, and she was so happy and excited with the number of views and the number of people registered, that she made her big debut. She has never doubted that skill or policy.
Up to now.
"That's why you have been interviewed by several performing arts magazines, but can I accept all of them? I also posted information that I had not published before, so I'm sure it will be a great promotion."
"That…"
Intercepting the manager's words that he is good at it, Hanazono Kaon squeezed her skirt tightly.
"Yes?" Hanazono Kaon caught the manager's gaze. She was not good at seeing someone's eyes and speaking. She can sing and dance in front of a lot of people, but when she goes out in front of people, she hangs out. Hanazono Kaon was such a girl.
Finally, as usual, the manager read what the phrase meant and shrugged as if he was in awe.
"What? Maybe you still feel bad? Kusanagi Izumo asked for it."
"Okay."
Hanazono Kaon barely replied, the manager giggled. He took the cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.
"Kaon-chan, you're also a professional, so let's be a little more illustrious. It's fine, but since he's a celebrity there, he's used to this scandal."
"So is."
"Isn't that the case? So what? Betrayal of the fans?"
Kaon's voice was violently dominated. Like using Kusanagi, what hurts the most is that some fans feel hurt by her love reports.
But even at that, the manager laughed.
"Ahahahahaha! Do you care about that? Okay, because if you become famous, they will follow you! Rather, the fans so far are just a burden to Kaon-chan who will be great in the future. I'm thankful that you were."
It wasn't from the cigarette smoke that she suddenly felt congested, it was from anger.
He laughed at the fans who have supported her so far and cut off her efforts to do so without fear. She felt angry at her manager as if she had been stomped on the back of her chest.
The more the muscles in her hands stretched, the tighter she held her skirt with a noise. When he realized that, the smile on the manager's face faded.
"What is that face? I'll tell you."
The manager stood up. That only made him sound terrifying and she backed away. The adults were scary and the men were even more scary. The manager sighed as he approached Kaon with her back against the wall.
"Kaon-chan, you are also an accomplice, right?"
With just that word, she felt her entire body weaken.
"No, I can say that I am the main culprit. You read the script that I wrote on my own initiative. Whether I betray the fans or use Izumo Kusanagi, Kaon-chan said, "I want to do that.", do you blame everything on me?"
"Ah, uh..."
"What's the difference? You said you wanted to be more famous and shine more, right, Kaon-chan. I just set it up to be able to do that."
The manager laughed deeply, putting his hands on both of Kaon's shoulders that she couldn't say anything.
"It's natural, isn't it? Because I'm Kaon-chan's manager. That's why."
His eyes narrowed and housed a beast light.
"You just have to listen to me."
The sound slipped into place. She looked down with a scared look, the manager said to Kaon.
"So, I'll take all the interviews. Read the script correctly. If you can act well, it can be treated like a drama, and it will be a hit."
After that, the manager left the room.
The manager's points are all correct from one to ten.
She wanted to be famous. It's been a year since she made her debut, and she has done jobs like singles and mini-lives, but she couldn't get any results. If the title of "Rookie Idol" disappears, it will become even more severe. When the manager said that, she felt impatient as if she was on fire. What was far scarier than losing a job or going unsold was losing the dream that had been shining within her.
But was that dream only possible in this way?
Was the shine she wanted so dirty?
Kaon no longer knew what was right. She killed her voice and began to cry, burying her face between her knees.
At that moment, the PDA sounded a dial tone.
She could answer later, and now she didn't want to talk. The moment she saw the name of the caller with a blurry vision, that idea disappeared.
It was shown as "Izumo Kusanagi".
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Seating on the balcony of a cafe facing the main street.
He was reading a paperback in a shady seat where the breeze was nice, and he giggled when he noticed Kaon had arrived.
"Hello, sorry to call suddenly."
Kaon remained in place and couldn't even make a voice.
Kusanagi Izumo, that person. Even if he is in disguise, it is not just about being aware that there is an idol as famous as him. Also, Kusanagi is in the middle of a scandal, yes, the scandal created by Kaon.
The moment she thought about it, Kaon was fragile and she wanted to apologize.
She barely stopped because she thought she would hurt him even more. She hardly notice it now, but if she attracts attention, Izumo Kusanagi will be here. If Hanazono Kaon was there with him, her scandal would be difficult to handle.
Kusanagi smiles as if to calm Kaon who is not moving, he said...
"Sit down for now. If you stay standing, we won't be able to speak calmly."
"Ok."
Kaon sat on the seat, guided by a soft voice.
Still, Kaon couldn't see Kusanagi's face properly. She lowered her head like a defendant brought out in front of a judge, or in a weak voice.
"Sorry." Kaon said.
She could only say that. She didn't expect him to forgive her. But unless she apologized, she couldn't be in front of Kusanagi again.
After a moment of silence, Kusanagi said in a low voice.
"Raise your face."
Kaon trembled as if struck and raised her face.
The form of anger she had imagined was not there.
Kusanagi had a serious expression. He looked at Kaon with a direct gaze that has never been seen in any drama in which he has appeared.
"It doesn't matter if the idol is down. The idol must always be facing forward."
Kaon forgot to breathe and looked back at Kusanagi's face.
Kusanagi smiled to ease her feelings.
"Idols cheer on their fans with their own brilliance. It's a shame that I can only cloud the brilliance of myself."
Kaon gritted her teeth and held back the tears she was about to shed.
Don't shed tears. She was not qualified to do such a thing.
Kusanagi said what an idol is. He is a person who encourages people with his own brilliance.
So she can't afford to break. No matter how boring or dirty she is, Kaon is still an idol. She couldn't have shed tears of self-pity for an apology.
With her eyes closed and the signs of suppressed tears, Kaon opened her mouth.
"I'll tell you everything."
She wanted to be an idol. She didn't want to lose the dream that she finally had. She then tried to use Kusanagi while she was impatient. She spills a scandal without foundation, and even neglecting the fans, she was the shallow girl trying to climb.
After hearing everything, Kusanagi calmly said.
"You told me all that. Thank you, Hanazono-san."
Kaon shook her head. She has done nothing to make him grateful. She was just doing something harmful to Kusanagi. She cannot complain even if she has no questions and she is excluded.
She thought a lot and suddenly it hit her.
Why did Kusanagi do that?
"Um. Why did you listen to me?"
"Eh?"
"Kusanagi-san, you must have a scandal that you don't remember. I think you should have taken a 'countermeasure' without asking about my circumstances."
Kaon looked around at the audience.
There are many customers on the open terrace. Why did he listen to her even at the risk of meeting her alone in public?
When she asked him, Kusanagi laughed lightly and...
"Well, I'm sorry. I don't want to pay for the sparks that fall on me. I will do it in formal protests with this in mind."
With that said, he stared at Kaon.
"Hanazono-san, at the party, my fans told me."
"I didn't talk much about it, maybe it's lip service. It's against my belief to eliminate fans without asking questions. Be it an idol or Izumo Kusanagi."
Kaon clenched her fist in her lap and murmured that.
"Belief…"
"Wow. My 'Homura Entertainment Office' colleagues and I, we move based on our beliefs. Of course, risk management is important. Still, there is a trade-off."
Kusanagi's gaze, looking into her heart, did not take his gaze away from Kaon. After swallowing just once, she opened her mouth.
"Even me, can I do that?"
"You can."
There was no hesitation in Kusanagi's answer.
"If you are an idol, you can always do it. You can fight for what you think is right because of your beliefs. That is the brilliance of idols."
Kusanagi said that was his belief.
Kaon saw the glow of the idol named Izumo Kusanagi there. He trusts idols and Kaon. Even though she used Kusanagi, she still hasn't lost the brilliance of the Hanazono Kaon idol, and says it based on his belief.
When she realized it, Kaon blinked.
There was no longer a trace of tears. A clear sight spread out in front of him. Izumo Kusanagi glowing, seemed to indicate to Kaon what he should do from now on.
Kaon stood up and thanked Kusanagi deeply.
"Thank you, Kusanagi-san. I already know what to do."
"You are going to do it?"
"I will speak to my manager. I will act for what I think is correct."
After resolutely stretching her back and saying it, Hanazono Kaon smiled for the first time in a long time.
"Because I am an idol."
Seeing that, Kusanagi also smiled and took control.
"Oh, yeah. Go ahead."
"Yes. Thank you. And I'm sorry for the inconvenience!"
After saying that and bowing again, Kaon left.
She no longer turned around to Kusanagi.
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One month after Kusanagi Izumo's lover scandal.
The usual routine has returned to the bar HOMRA.
"Oh, Kusanagi-san, hello!"
Kusanagi casually replies "Hello." while he cleans a glass, Yata and Kamamoto ring the bell and enter. Joining Akagi and Bando, who were lounging on the couch, he began spreading the manga and entertainment magazines that he bought from the store while he came. Kusanagi knocked on the refrigerator door in an attempt to prepare the ingredients as he glanced at the everyday scenes.
At that moment, Yata made a strong voice.
"Oh! Kusanagi-san, there is an article about that girl!"
Kusanagi raised his face, and approached the juniors who were making noise around the couch. Akagi and Bando looked at each other and made a mysterious voice.
"Who is this girl?"
"She is Hanazono Kaon-chan."
"Hanazono...? I remember hearing somewhere..."
"A girl who became a scandal with me."
Yata handed the entertainment magazine to Kusanagi, who looked down at the table. It's a small black and white page with no photos, but it had her name on it.
"The first mini-live after breaking free from her idol office, the idol called Hanazono Kaon."
"Is she a fiery idol? This is another tough headline."
Kusanagi says with a bitter smile. Kamamoto crossed his arms with a difficult expression
"Well, it can't be helped. After that, there was a lot of noise."
Hanazono Kaon conspired with the office and invented a love scandal for the purpose of selling.
The public already knew that. None other than Hanazono Kaon herself confessed everything in the interview she received.
Thanks to that, the stigma of Kusanagi dissipated, but the wrath of the world turned to "Alaha Productions". Hanazono Kaon has announced that she will be leaving the office and continuing her activities as an independent underground idol. Criticism focused on her, but she never said that she would stop being an idol.
Then a week later, and two weeks later, new news broke out in the entertainment world and her name was no longer remembered.
"But, I'm not convinced. According to Kusanagi-san, that girl isn't bad, right?"
"No, that's not true. Even if the office told her, it doesn't change the fact that that girl used Kusanagi-san for her own convenience. It's her own business."
"Yata-san, you're too strict! She couldn't help herself, if the office told her."
"Huh?! So, if your office tells you to die, will you die?"
"Please stop, that way of speaking is like that of an elementary school student!"
"Who is an elementary school student?"
Yata puts a key on Kamamoto's head. Akagi and Bando rush to stop him. Kusanagi thinks as he reads the article with such fuss.
Could she act on his own beliefs?
Kusanagi has not been in contact with Hanazono Kaon since they met at the cafe. So he doesn't know exactly what kind of interaction she had with the manager or the office. At least from what he saw in the interview article, Hanazono Kaon clearly acknowledged her responsibility. She said that she used Kusanagi of her own free will, rather than blaming the manager or the office.
Idols inspire their fans with their brilliance. What Hanazono Kaon did was, in that sense, betray the fans.
But at the same time, the idol is a human being. She may get lost or discouraged. Kusanagi thinks that how to act in those moments determines the value of the idol.
Hopefully she's lucky, Kusanagi thought.
So that she doesn't regret her actions.
The doorbell rang again. When he looked back at the door, he was about to see Totsuka enter.
He had an envelope in one hand. Totsuka shook him while he laughed softly.
"Kusanagi-san. The letter has arrived."
When he received it and turned it over, he couldn't find the signature.
Anonymous letters, etc. should not be opened. However, he had a premonition at the time. When he opened the inside, it was written with a fine brush.
Izumo Kusanagi:
Please forgive me for the sudden letter. I thought that I shouldn't talk to Kusanagi-san because I had done such a thing in some way, so I refrained from contacting you, but now that my personal situation has calmed down, I would like to apologize and report back, so I am thanking you in writing.
After telling the truth and leaving the office, I disappointed many fans. Most of the fans have abandoned me. Looking at the disappointed faces of the fans, I once wondered if I could stay as an idol or if I should retire.
Still, some fans said that they still wanted to see me as an idol. They told me not to stop as an idol because they would keep supporting me no matter what.
Kusanagi-san said that idols can fight for what they think is right, and that belief makes them shine.
Now I think the right thing for me is to do everything possible for the fans. As long as there is at least one person who supports me, I will not stop being an idol.
Then I will continue to be an idol. I want to reach as many people as possible with my previously dull brilliance. Like Kusanagi-san said, never look down, look ahead.
Thanks for telling me that. And I am very sorry for the inconvenience.
Hanazono Kaon.
"Hey, I'm not a good boy."
Totsuka, who was watching from the side, said such a thing. Kusanagi put the letter in his pocket and poked his head out.
"Letters from people, you are stealing."
"Ah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Kusanagi-san, so I wonder what happened."
Kusanagi smiles bitterly when Totsuka's fluffy smile catches him. Totsuka took the entertainment magazine and said as a soliloquy.
"Is it a mini-live? I'm a bit worried too. Let's see it."
"Oh, go ahead. Better to have as many clients as possible."
"Won't you go, Kusanagi-san?"
Kusanagi laughs a little and shakes his head.
"When I went, I made her worry more. I'll do it without being stingy at first."
Kusanagi remembered the text of the letter, shrugged slightly and said.
"I already know the brilliance of that girl."
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hello ! it's been quite a long time since i last sent an ask 😅 sorry fam !
once i pull an eric pc it'll b over for me :") but i got my friend a maverick album and she pulled the sunric pc lmao ! i also got a nice collection of sunwoo photos from a friend and i ordered a sunric photo strip 😳😳😳
hyunjae 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅 stay away !!! jk i love him
UR SUNWOO FIC !!! IS SO GOOD !!!! IM OBSESSED WITH IT FR 😭😭😭 the way u write is so beautiful and how everything connects, it's so effortless and detailed ! i love it sm, seriously 🥺 the plot and the characterization is so amazing !! u did so well, truly one of the best fics i've ever read
hahahaha lovesick ..... . its a journey tbh, it always takes me a while to decide...so we'll see ! i've changed the plot so many times too lol but hopefully it'll stay interesting and i'll actually find the inspo to write it haha !
YES YES YES i was hoping for atz to release the kingdom ver. of the songs i'm so glad they did ! i wish all the groups would make official releases and hopefully tbz will give us that spicy monster cover 👀 AND THE ROCK VER. OF THE STEALER WE NEED IT !
i started watching 'our beloved summer' ! rn its like enemies to lovers to enemies and i like it !! PLS i thought we were promised goedam in like august :"( wait hyunjae's drama was cancelled??? i watched the first episode i thought it was fun :")
THE WAY THEY ALL GANGED UP ON ERIC LMAO IT WAS SO FUNNY
oohh i see ! i find that i am v uncreative in letting my mind wander :( and i rewrite and recycle the same plotlines a lot lol but it def helps for me to go out and like.. do stuff to get inspo ahaha 👀 omg the hj etl !!! i am excited
DRINK IT THE AUDIENCE WANTS DRINK IT ICE TEA ENTERTAINMENT ARE U LISTENING
yesss i feel like hoon's hair color has changed a lot recently ! but its so cute !! HYUNJAE >:( why does he looks so good all the time
what if !! we get hypnotized at the GDAs ?
WORLD. TOUR [!(#*#)! O H MAN .... i cannot do that, hopefully they come to somewhere near me 😭
hyunjae is literally unhinged lmao his sense of humor is amazing i love it
also we finally got the milsun live 🤩🤩🤩 the fucking part when sunwoo said he likes hotdogs at the movie theater and hyunjae was like those r for kids and sunwoo made those fucking faces PLEEEASE a comedic duo 😭😭😭 and also sunwoo going tf off abt loud chewers in movie theaters hahHa
today i saw sunwoo promising to do some sort of ab reveal and then i closed twitter i can feel my eye twitching as i type this rip my sanity
my exams ended and i surprisingly didn't fuck em up too much ☺☺☺ all i've been doing is working so far and dealing w my uh 😅 kinda rude boss lol anyway !
HOW IS 2022 SO CLOSE LIKE WHAT WHERE DID THE YEAR GO????
i hope u are thriving and doing well and resting !! what else have u been up to???
HII BESTIE HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 🎉🍾🎆✨ did you do anything fun? any resolutions? anything you're looking forward to this year?
oooh rooting for an eric pc for ur next pull hehe but that sounds like a nice collection of sunwoo!!! do you have like a shelf in ur room that's just for ur kpop stuff? HAHA i did the pc in clear phone case thing for a bit but then got a new phone case so put sangyeon back on my shelf :')
adklfjk ty for ur comments really 🥺🥺🥺 i spent most of the writing process hating it so i was pleasantly surprised to have it turn out well in the end!! wrote way too many versions of it too LMAO but ahHHH thank u for ur support 🥺💖
ohhh how much of ur smaus do you plan before you start posting? i've tried writing series a few times in the past but i always need to like.... get the whole thing done before posting otherwise it'd never get done 🤡 i hope u find ur inspo soooon ahh i'm excited for whatever u decide to do with lovesick!!
omg yes the tbz monster cover and now ROCK VERSION OF MAVERICK TOO!!! are they rlly never gonna release them tho 😭 but omg did you hear about how the person who arranged their upcoming ost is the one who arranged the reveal/checkmate mama 2020 stage and stealer rock ver??? is this who we go talk to... (ง'̀-'́)ง
ohhh is that the drama where exes have to film a documentary or something? i've seen it around and it looks like fic inspo 👀 is it good? but omg enemies to lovers to enemies LOL. ikr what happened to goedam :(( and i guess hyunjae's webdrama didn't do well enough to be continued? although.... it's supposedly.... the most popular thing on that youtube channel LMAOOO
i am also very uncreative omg sometimes i read other people's fics esp if it's a fantasy or magical realism kind of world or has a cool concept and i'm like.... how do you come up with this??? nothing wrong with cliches tho!! but yeahh going out and doing stuff deffs helps with inspo haha
oooh do you like hoon's long hair? kinda miss his black hair now LOL. hyunjae..... we don't speak of him 😶 WAIT GDA that's this weekend..... they're performing?? i've lost track of all the award shows already but hypnotized would be amazing (drink it... would be too... BIG SIGH 😔). i'm gonna rely on jacob and kevin to pull some strings and get them to canada for the world tour hehe
SUNWOO'S FACE AT THAT PART WAS SO FUNNY AKDFJKFL i laughed every time i saw it on my tl!! and yeah i also read about that ab reveal thing 😶 sangyeon once made that promise but never kept it... so maybeeeee you'll be safe 👀
oooh that's so good go get that 4.0!! i believe in u!! but ur rude boss :(( props to u for handling school and work and everything tho!! and ikr the year went by so fast... i saw a post that said '2021 is proof that time flies whether you had fun or not' HAHA think it's accurate 🤡 the holidays felt way too short tbh, i was stressing over this fic exchange and gifts the entire time so not much rest but that's ok!! LOL
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Why I Hate D’Addario Strings
Every giant in every industry has “that thing” that makes their products easily identifiable. Sometimes it’s obvious branding, where technology that sets them apart isn’t easily noticeable...something like Nike’s swoosh. Sometimes it’s a technical thing like Dodge not shutting up about the Hemi in their trucks.
I don’t know...I’m struggling here...I was like “there’s hundreds of things like this!” Yet I can’t think of any other big ones.
Anyways, D’Addario doesn’t need my money. Much like the Titleist ProV1 golf ball, their market share is preposterous. Their roster list glittering as much as all their competitors combined. Much like golf balls, strings are somewhat of a “throwaway” product...personally, a set of strings don’t last on any of my guitars more than three weeks (and that’s with a rotation). There isn’t much price fluctuation between string brands, and once you settle on what works best for you, you pretty much never switch.
All through college I played D’Addario strings. Back then, a set of strings lasted me 5-7 days...I only played one guitar (Epiphone jazz guitar before switching to my Strat), for about 40-50 hours per week. I played D’Addario’s by default...it’s what I always played, and didn’t think switching was worth it.
You go to a store looking for 10-gauge strings, and everyone’s represented. Look for 12′s or thicker? D’Addario is pretty much your only option (this was pre-online commerce). Trying to find 14-gauge strings is like trying to find 14.5 size shoes in a store. Plus, I had done all the market research I needed...I tried a set of Ernie Ball strings, hated them, and went right back to D’Addarios.
However, I’ll never play D’Addarios again.
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The reasons I came to hate D’Addario strings have nothing to do with my ultimate point or the picture at the top.
Foremost, the reason I moved away from D’Addario was getting a box of DR Strings for free. Literally the first notes I played were a revelation. I didn’t even think about the reasons I didn’t like D’Addario strings before trying some others...literally every goddamned aspect of strings was improved on when I tried those DR’s the first time.
I always thought that strings just “felt stiff.” Nope, that was just D’Addarios. I had no idea how much more comfortable strings could feel before trying out another brand. I thought it was my guitar or set up or not being good enough of a guitarist...nope, just a shitty product.
I always thought that strings just sounded “sterile and metallic” because they’re...well...metallic. Nope. Just D’Addario’s. I always thought that harmonics were always strident and ice picky, and I needed a compressor. It was just the strings I had used all along, that’s all. I thought that “nickel wound” meant “nickel”...not just the same steel strings with a cheap wrap on top (that cost more money). The funny thing is, the only D’Addario strings you’ll struggle to find in stores are their pure nickel ones.
D’Addarios are many guitarists’ string choice for no other reason than market share and “default.” They have no incentive to make better strings, because a significant portion of the string buying populace will blindly buy their strings no matter what.
It doesn’t matter that they sound and feel like shit, when you go to any store, and D’Addario has stocked their shelves so thoroughly, other choices (other than the even more atrocious Ernie Ball) don’t even really seem to exist. But in my opinion, D’Addario is synonymous with “cheap” and “beginner.”
I don’t play DR’s anymore. Once I started realizing how much strings can impact your sound, I looked for the best fit for my style and settled on GHS Boomers. I tried all the major brands...all were better than D’Addario. All the lesser known ones...GHS were relevatory*, and even budget brands like Curt Mangan’s and LaBella guitar strings (their flatwound bass strings are industry standard) were vastly better. I even tried boutique brands that have popped up.
*GHS is a very small company...for all D’Addario’s endorsement power, they can’t touch GHS’ guitar powerhouse. SRV, Eric Johnson, Danny Gatton, Steve Howe (Yes). Goodness.
All at the same or lower price points. Simply put, there’s no reason to ever buy D’Addarios again. But here’s the biggest reason I’ll never play their strings as long as I have a choice...
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Those colored fucking ball ends. God fucking damnit.
Nothing screams “I JUST BOUGHT MY FIRST GUITAR!” like needing fucking color coded kindergarten bullshit. Jesus fucking Christ. For those of you that have never touched a set of guitar strings...
You’d have to be a real fucking moron to not be able to tell the different strings apart. Like “eating a forkful of brussel sprouts and going GEE I THOUGHT THAT WAS POT ROAST” level moron.
The first time I saw that image at the top...a $72,000 guitar, built by a dude who’s got guitars in the fucking Metropolitan Museum of Art, who’s guitars are handbuilt from top to bottom, exclusively played by masters of the most intellectually demanding form of music played on a guitar...my eyes immediately went to that tailpiece with the fucking Legos sticking out.
It looks fucking stupid. FUCKING. STUPID.
I put out a reasonable case for never playing D’Addario strings ever again in my life. They sound like shit, feel like shit, and they aren’t any cheaper than their (much better performing) competitors. But that’s not the real reason I’ll never play D’Addario’s again.
The real reason is those fucking Legos look fucking stupid. It doesn’t even matter if they’re on a guitar where you cant see the ball ends. I’d know. I’d know I got kindergarten shit on my guitar. And that’s enough of a reason never to play them ever again in my life.
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Fave 2021 national finals songs
Since I don't have anything better to do with my life at the moment I decided to ramble about stuff. Okay, here are my thoughts about my fave songs from the national finals of 2021, in no particular order!
Norsk Melodi Grand Prix
• Monument was my absolute favourite and I still can't believe to this day that it didn't win :( Keiino are fking fantastic and they killed the stage (though I kind of preffered the black outfits from the 1st heat over the final ones, they suited the song's athmosphere better). I cried real tears when I saw they lost, for real. Heartbreak 💔
• Hero was such a nice throwback to 80s music style, the staging was also really neat. Would love to see Raylee come back next year in the selection, she has a cool stage presence
• Okay but Vi er Norge was a banger and I'm still listening to this one, a real shame it didn't even qualify nor win the 2nd chance round. As you already knew before, I have a weakness for violins because yes. The performance was so energetic and fun, should have def qualified. Underrated.
• Ut av mørket/Fallen angel was really good too. I wanted it to be kept in norwegian for esc but oh well. The stage show was just a tad messy but memorable.
• I can't escape was something I'd hear from Roxen ngl, the style matches her perfectly, even her cursive singing, everything. Either way I loved this one too, this song feels like a hug.
• Pages was so magical, I'm glad we got another joik song, sadly this didn't qualify 😥
• World on fire was kind of generic but puts me in a good mood everytime I listen to it, it's really catchy.
• Let loose is so g r o o v y and cool, it was my fave from the 1st heat when I got to listen to the songs. I'm lowkey happy it advanced to the final instead of Elevate, I'm sorry but I saw everyone praising that one in youtube comments, I never saw the hype, it was too regular and plain for me.
• Own yourself was so cute and funky, loved how it showed her ethnic background a lil with that disco sound.
• Witch woods...ehhh...While it's funny and unique, I think it's suited more for a witch Disney musical than Eurovision. But I like it anyway.
• Faith Bloody Faith oh yes I needed a rock song in this nf. Relieved it won the 2nd chance. Oh and I just realized, the superfinalists in mgp were literally the ones from the 1st heat. Crazy huh?
• Nordlyset is something I'd listen to near a fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate in hands watching the snow fall in my cottage located in a forest far away from civillization. So soothing and beautiful <3
• Eyes wide open was epic just like his 2020 viking schlager song (i prefer his 2020 song over this one but that's another story)
Melodifestivalen
• Little tot was amazing but def not as good as Bulletproof. It's still catchy asf and one of my favs from this selection.
• Dandi Dansa aka a banger, again another catchy song.
• Every minute sounds like a summer hit, it's awesome. It's also the spawner of all those haha eric on a kitchen tile memes I've seen around during that time.
• The world and especially Sweden wasn't ready for the masterpiece called Rena Rama Ding Dong. They should tone down their preference for safe pop songs and choose meme worthy songs like this one in the future tbh. They didn't even qualify, Sweden = coward.
• One Touch is a fun club track, I can see this as a summer hit as well. But her stage show...go girl give us nothing
• In the middle, once again The Mamas delivered.
• And finally Voices, which its nf staging was superior to the esc one. We are so sorry Tusse 😔
Festivali i Këngës
• Zjarri Im a total banger, it wasn't even in the top 5 ffs Era Rusi queen.
• Njësoj has such a nice party vibe, should have qualified.
• Haven't paid any attention to Karma until it won, then I said hey this isn't so bad, it's traditional and ethnic, I can actually see Albania in the final with this.
Dora
• Rijeka was the only one I thought it will win by a landslide and I was surprised it didn't. The staging was a bit too over the top, though
• Tick Tock grew on me after it won and quickly became one of my faves of this year's esc. I'm still sad it didn't qualify 😔
• She's like a dream is super uplifting and also sounds like an 80s song.
• Colors is something I heard a million times before but for some reason I'm jamming to this? Also I heard she's blind, is it true?
Eesti Laul
• Took me a while to have a fave from this nf but after some listens Magus Melanhoolia stole my heart 🧡 it's so different from the others and the staging looked so proffesional.
• Lost in a dance had me d a n c i n, I noticed we had a lot of 80s throwbacks in this nf season, this included. The live was so dissapointing though 😔
• Not so keen on 6 at first but now I absolutely love it, she has such a nice style and the song's athmosphere is so magical.
• Time was amazing, surprised it came 2nd!
• I actually liked The lucky one lmao, I found it much better than his previous entry.
• Heaven's not that far tonight was the party 80s bop we didn't knew we needed
Dansk Melodi Grand Prix
• Probably my biggest letdown of this nf season but I actually managed to like Står lige her, digging the electro 80s (again) sound
• I also liked Øve os på hinanden as well, this one really feels like a legit 80s track rather than a throwback.
• Silver Bullet was interesting as well, it was the early frontrunner when the songs first came out from what I remember.
Uuden Musiikin Kilpailu
• I love you is so wacky and catchy, and in finnish! I'd hear this as a soundtrack in an old video game.
• Dark Side was the definite winner ever since I heard it, and they even got a top 10 finish for Finland for the first time in years! Couldn't be more proud 😭
• Hurt was also one of my favs, Aksel needs to come back to esc, maybe in 2022 methinks 🤔
• Wait what is Laura Põldvere, an estonian singer tm doing in finnish nf? While I liked Play, I knew it wasn't strong enough to win, and she even came last. Do you get any flashbacks from another estonian entry with the same name that came last? 👀
C'est vous qui decidez
• Voila was the clear winner and that's about it, she deserved the win, it's just too beautiful for this world 😭
• Alleluia was an interesting sound of afrobeat, too bad their chances were killed because of messy staging :(
• Amour fou was so catchy and I loved the horse head thing lmao
Pabandom iš naujo
• Discoteque all day any day. The Roop world domination 💛
• Where'd you wanna go is so calming. I listen to this when I'm stressed and it works wonders, this was really beautiful.
• Open is so unique and soothing, a total contrast from her 2014 entry.
• Never fall for you again is a total earworm, even now as I'm writing this...even if I haven't listened to it since February.
Sanremo
• Zitti e Buoni was my instant fave, it simply stood out from the others by a lot.
Festival da Canção
• Por um triz is a beautiful ballad, was my fave.
• Saudade was the early favourite, reminds me of Telemoveis with its weird but artsy style.
Israel NF
• ...I really only liked Set me free tbh.
• La la love had a good potential but I can't not cringe at the corona reference like...ugh. Such a fun party song killed by one lyric, such a shame.
Russia's NF
• Just Russian Woman was the only one who deserved to win.
Spain's NF
• Yeah, they were both good but I liked Voy a Quedarme more.
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Hey, your hc's are amazing 💖 can i request a hc about how it wold be get married with Castiel and Nathaniel? Like, proposing, planning the wedding, honeymoon, etc. Love you 💖
Hey, babe! I'm very grateful for your support, love you 💖
Castiel:
Proposing:
• Castiel will be hesitant to propose to you, as he is afraid of rejection.
• You are the woman he loves and he cannot imagine himself marrying anyone other than you. So, if you reject him, he will be devastated.
• Castiel buys a ring to order. He knows you don't care about it, but he wants to impress you.
• He will do this when the two of you are absolutely alone at home. He doesn't like an audience in that kind of situation.
• Castiel will be face to face with you and will look you in the eye intensely. A few seconds of silence will pass before he finally makes the request.
• "Will you marry me, Candy?" He asks in a slightly shaky voice as he opens the small box containing the ring.
• If you say yes, then he will be the happiest man in the world.
• Castiel will hug you while whispering sweet words in your ear. He's very grateful to have you in his life.
Planning:
• I imagine that Castiel will let you decide most of the details.
• He will only want to give his opinion when it comes to the playlist that will play at the wedding.
• Still, if you ask him for his opinion on something, he will help you choose.
• Castiel will spend a lot of time thinking about whether or not to invite his parents to the occasion. Finally, he ends up deciding that he does.
• The suit that Castiel chooses is composed only of dark colors. And, even though he doesn't feel comfortable with this type of clothing, he struggles because it is a very important date.
Wedding day:
• Lysander is Castiel's best man, of course. There is no way to be someone else.
• Despite trying to disguise, Castiel's hands tremble as he waits for you at the altar.
• Lysander mutters a few words of support to try to calm his friend down.
• However, all of this becomes useless when Castiel finally sees you walking to the altar, accompanied by your father.
• He definitely believes that this is the most beautiful sight he has ever had in his life. You are completely stunning and Castiel starts to wonder what he did so well to deserve an amazing woman like you.
• This is one of the rare times that you will see Castiel blushing.
• The kiss you share is slow and passionate. He holds the sides of your face gently.
• Castiel's mother is extremely emotional and she does not hesitate to crush you in a hug, wishing you both congratulations.
Honeymoon:
• His parents commented on a number of places you could both go, given their travel experience.
• Castiel leads a very hectic life due to the Crowstorm, so he prefers to spend his honeymoon in a more peaceful place.
• You both visit all the sights and attractions that the city can offer.
• In the end, Castiel ends up buying several useless objects along the way simply because he wants a reminder of that very special moment.
• He also buys one of those matching bracelet pairs and asks if you would like to wear it. Of course, he's embarrassed and thinks he's pathetic, but those feelings go away when you say yes.
• Even though he hates photos, Castiel makes an exception for this occasion and you two quickly fill the camera's memory with pictures making funny faces and poses.
• You two make love almost every night. Only this time it is much more romantic and calm, almost as if you were made of glass. Castiel is totally in love with you.
Nathaniel:
Proposing:
• I feel that Nathaniel is a guy who plans things well in advance. He wants to make sure that everything goes well.
• So, he has been thinking for a long time about what would be the ideal time to propose to you.
• He decides to create the perfect atmosphere and occasion for the order. So, he invites you to dinner at his house.
• Despite being extremely cliché, I feel that Nath would spread candles and rose petals on the floor. He really wants to impress you.
• He cooks the dinner. And it's delicious.
• When you least expect it, Nathaniel holds your both hands over the table and looks you straight in the eye. He's freaking out inside, you can feel it by the way his hands sweat. Poor kid.
• "Candy, I... Maybe you think it's too early, or that we're not ready, but I feel like I can't wait any longer. I love you and I would like to make you my wife. Do you want to marry me?"
• After placing the order, Nathaniel feels much more relieved. It is as if a weight has come off his shoulders.
• When you accept, he hugs you tight and refuses to let you go so soon.
Planning:
• Nathaniel is fully engaged in preparing for the ceremony. As I said before, he likes to make sure that everything goes well.
• He opines in the colors of the decoration, in the flowers, in the music, in the buffet... In everything, basically. But without imposing his opinion, of course. You two come to an agreement and decide together.
• The marriage is simple, but at the same time, extremely well done and delicate.
• I feel that Nathaniel would choose a beautiful garden as the venue for the ceremony.
• The guest list is small, only the people closest to you and Nathaniel.
• Like Castiel, Nathaniel spends a long time considering the idea of inviting his parents to the wedding. Especially Francis.
Wedding day:
• The suit chosen by Nathaniel is an intense blue, with white details.
• Although everything is perfect, he cannot stop himself from being nervous. There are several pairs of eyes over him.
• Nathaniel's best man may be Armin, if the two are still in contact. Or even Eric, due to the friendship they created over time.
• When Nath finally sees you walking to the altar, it's like everything around him is gone. He automatically calms down and focuses only on you. Your presence is reassuring to him. With you by his side, Nathaniel is sure that everything will be fine.
• He holds your waist discreetly while waiting for permission to kiss you.
• Although short, the kiss is intense and sweet. He kisses your forehead too.
Honeymoon:
• Nathaniel would like to go somewhere full of history to tell. Like Rome, or Paris.
• You both visit the city's libraries and museums. Nathaniel is in the clouds.
• I feel that Nath would also like to go hiking, or just walk through the city parks.
• You will both stay in a luxurious hotel, in one of those suites with a bathtub.
• And speaking of a bathtub: get ready to take several baths together. He loves to see your body covered in foam.
• You two constantly order wine in the hotel kitchen and share the bottle throughout the night. You must already imagine how it ends...
• Nathaniel is much more intense and shameless. He doesn't hesitate at all to make it clear what he would like to do with you in bed.
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