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Joong Archen as Fadel The Heart Killers, ep. 5

[sherrymagic]

If you don't come out, I'm driving your car home. Don't think I can't do that just 'cause I don't have a key. Come out!

Joong Archen as FADEL and Dunk Natachai as STYLE THE HEART KILLERS | EP. 4

[janployshompoos]

Be my boyfriend. Give me a chance. You don’t even know me. And what about it? I’ll learn more about you when you’re my boyfriend. I’m 100% in. It’s your turn to let me in a little bit.

THE HEART KILLERS | EP4

[pointlesscandies]

Style the icon that you are

[janployshompoos]

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Only Love Can Hurt Like This || @xhaisevc

Although the lights had returned and power was restored, his mental health was still in shambles. He still sat, crouched beneath his and Kai’s shared desk. His head laid across his knees as he kept his legs pulled to his chest. Slowly, he rocked back and forth as tears continued to trickle down his freckles cheeks. Being alone was probably the worst thing for him, right now.  He’d tried to call his brother to at least talk to the person he was the closest to. But the time difference wasn’t in their favor, tonight. He knew his brother was probably passed out after a drunken night. 

He tossed his phone, not even realizing the power he’d put behind the throw. The expensive phone hit the way with a bang before clattering to the floor. He knew without looking that he’d broken it. Although he was a gentle man, he often forgot that the Gumiho in him wasn’t. It was a Monster with power and rage that he kept inside. He’d had many things happen to him that could have forced the monster to the surface. And maybe if he let it out every once in a while, maybe, he wouldn’t find himself huddled beneath a desk, crying and craving Malachi’s touch. 

His arms tightened around his legs as his cries shook through his small frame. It was times like this that made him remember that he wasn’t better and that he only pretended to be. All of the videos of him smiling and chatting with subscribers, these past months, it all felt like a mask, when his shit finally caught up to him. More times than he’d like to admit, he found himself talking longer showers because he could sit and cry without anyone knowing. Or the days when he told himself that he’d clean or go out but he found himself sitting in bed afraid to leave the confines of his blanket. The sound of the door opening and shutting fell on deaf ears as Ashton found himself lost in thoughts of anxiety.

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Sat under the desk, Ashton blocked out everything else. Tears streaked his face as it took on a pint tiny. Eyes puffy and red from his salty tears, he just wanted everything to disappear. He didn’t even register the door opening or Malachi calling out his name until the man was squatting right in front of him. Blinking, slowly, he looked up at Malachi as his lip quivered. “Everything went black again,” the fox choked out before clinging to Kai, staining his shirt with tears.

“Everything went dark and I thought that I was better.” Tiny fist clench as they held to the back of Kai’s shirt. His whole body shook violently as he cried. “I thought…I thought I was going to get hurt again. But this time you weren’t here to save me.” Finally calming down, he pulled away and wiped at his face. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have called. You were at work and that’s not fair to you.” Standing, he forced a smile and took a deep breath. “I’m gonna just shower cause it will calm me down.” 

Giving Kai one more hug and kiss to his cheek, he grabbed his iPad and entered their bathroom. He turned on his calming music playlist and turned on the shower. Once he’d washed up and stepped out of the shower, he realized that his iPad was going crazy with notifications. He unlocked the screen and read through some of the posts. Confusion caused his brows to furrow as Alucard’s name was brought up in each post. Clicking the article that was sent, he read through and had no idea what was truly happening. Money was mentioned. Crime, funds that were sent to unknown numbers. All except one. Ashton knew that number by heart. Opening the door, he made his way to Kai. 

“Why is Alucard sending you a crap ton of money and what is all of this?” He handed his iPad over to the half ghoul, waiting for a logical explanation.

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Only Love Can Hurt Like This || @xhaisevc

Although the lights had returned and power was restored, his mental health was still in shambles. He still sat, crouched beneath his and Kai’s shared desk. His head laid across his knees as he kept his legs pulled to his chest. Slowly, he rocked back and forth as tears continued to trickle down his freckles cheeks. Being alone was probably the worst thing for him, right now.  He’d tried to call his brother to at least talk to the person he was the closest to. But the time difference wasn’t in their favor, tonight. He knew his brother was probably passed out after a drunken night. 

He tossed his phone, not even realizing the power he’d put behind the throw. The expensive phone hit the way with a bang before clattering to the floor. He knew without looking that he’d broken it. Although he was a gentle man, he often forgot that the Gumiho in him wasn’t. It was a Monster with power and rage that he kept inside. He’d had many things happen to him that could have forced the monster to the surface. And maybe if he let it out every once in a while, maybe, he wouldn’t find himself huddled beneath a desk, crying and craving Malachi’s touch. 

His arms tightened around his legs as his cries shook through his small frame. It was times like this that made him remember that he wasn’t better and that he only pretended to be. All of the videos of him smiling and chatting with subscribers, these past months, it all felt like a mask, when his shit finally caught up to him. More times than he’d like to admit, he found himself talking longer showers because he could sit and cry without anyone knowing. Or the days when he told himself that he’d clean or go out but he found himself sitting in bed afraid to leave the confines of his blanket. The sound of the door opening and shutting fell on deaf ears as Ashton found himself lost in thoughts of anxiety.

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I Don’t Like Darkness Pt. II

Ashton smiled as he read through the comments. “No, Malachi and I have known each other since we were kids. Pretty much been in love with him since I was nine.” He took a sip of his banana milk and nodded his head along to the song that played softly in the background. This was how most of his lives went. “Blue was the first friend I made when I moved to Korea. I always thought that he was really pretty had a bit of a crush on him but kept it to myself and then we became best friends. So, I guess, I have a habit of falling for my best friends.” He joked and clapped as the song changed. “Does anyone remember this song?! I used to sing along to this and pretend that I was in a music video.” Mouthing the words, he acted out the lyrics of the song before giggling and popping a pretzel into his mouth. 

Just as he was gearing up to answer another comment, everything went black. His first instinct was to drop to the ground. He almost expected the sounds of gunshots and screams to echo out. Frantically, he reached for his phone. His breath had began to quicken as his hands shook. What if they were back to finish the job? Memories of searing pain filled his head as his chest began to ache. When he finally found his phone, he pressed the number two. 

Kai was on speed dial and he needed him here. He’d saved him last time but who was going to save him this time? He hadn’t even realized that he’d started crying until he tasted his salty tears against his quivering lips. The phone seemed to ring on forever until there was a click and he heard a voice say ‘Hello’ in English. 

“Ma-Malachi…Please…I’m s-so scared.”

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ashtonxvc​:

vcblue​:

it was…weird to say the least. he’d always pegged his connection to ash to be something puppy like a platonic. the two had been good friends at school only for their personal and romantic lives to tumble into each other like an impromptu avalanche. this crumble of the terrain around them lead to something, in presidented to say the least and almost scary. before he knew it he was sprawled over ashton’s lap, panting with kiss bitten lips, with a mess in his shorts.

he’d been embarrassed after but moving forward things had…shifted. they kissed goodbye and held hands. their stares lingered and their hang outs had become little dates just like today. he sat on the pretty blanket, leaning back on his hands as he basked in the afternoon sun. his pretty skin shifted and glittered in its rays as he enjoyed the gentle sounds of the nature around them. 

“hm?” blue said turning his head to the compliment, a soft pink blush dusting his cheeks in response. “oh..you’re one to talk ash, you’re literally so beautiful, and that smile of yours could heal the planet.” he teased him gently, nudging him with his socked foot. “hmm, i think i could say the same. though i don’t have much a read on kai. he’s along for the ride and that’s nice. you guys are all so big and protective, it makes me feel loved…even if its unconventional.” he too reached for a piece of fruit from their array of snacks, the sweet taste bursting into his mouth forcing him to hum gently. without hesitation blue invited ashton’s kiss to his lips, smiling wildly before kissing him properly, fingers going to caress the blonde hairs at his nape. 

“mmm, what was that for?” the elf asked still attached to the foxes lips.

Ashton smiled as they pulled away. “It was just because.” He answered back before pulling him back into a kiss. Kissing Blue was a lot different from kissing Kai or even the quick kisses he’d recently shared with Alucard. Kissing Blue was always so soft and never rushed. Even when their bodies were reacting in ways that made them want to ravage each other, their kisses always seemed sweet. “Blue?” He questioned, lips brushing against the smaller man’s. “I…do you want to get out of here? We could go back to yours or mine?”

He bit down on his bottom lip, hoping Blue would catch on to what he was asking of him. They had done a lot of making out and dry humping. But they’d never gone all the way. It wasn’t because they didn’t want to. It just never seemed like the right time to do it. Ashton was sentimental and he didn’t want it to just randomly happen on the couch or anything like that. He wanted it to be special. He wanted to be sure that this was something special and by now, he was definitely sure of it.

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xhaisevc​:

there was only 75% of him that was excited to move in with ashton, simply because it was him. they’d spent most their lives with malachi rooming with him or his brother. many nights he tucked clio and atlas into bed on the kims’ couch while he slept on the love seat even if the twins begged him to choose the spot next to them on their own mattresses. the period of time where he and ash weren’t speaking he’d longed for that begging and pleading, just kids wanting their friend next to them, but in his heart an ocean away it meant so much more. 

as ashton placed down the last box malachi set down the basket he was holding with a well needed sigh. there was so much relief in moving in with his high school sweet heart but most of it came in that remaining 25% of wanting to keep an eye on him. he’d almost lots him twice since they set foot on agdoeg soil and that was something he’d give everything up to happen again. a small piece of that went hand and hand with the fact that sustaining himself was still hard with his entry level job. even with the blood money rolling in, from his siblings tuitions and bills he was still just scraping by. a smile painted his lips as the gumiho pressed a kiss to them, his hands resting at the younger’s waist. “i love you too baby.” he said with a chuckle, pecking the freckled forehead before him. 

taking a moment he ventured into their now office space, making sure all the pieces of his pc were accounted for as like any boy his age that was the first thing that would be set up, the playstation not far behind. at the calling of his name he wandered back into their now shared bed room, picking at the skin on his lip with his teeth. “no?” he asked genuinely confused at why he asked, “they’re just clothes who cares if they’re folded? no one sees them but us anyways right?” with a wag of his brows he pressed a kiss to his cheek, “no big deal.”

“Malachi Jin, I love you. I love you with every inch of my being. But if you do not fold your clothes, I will kick your butt.” He stared up at Kai with as much of a threatening look as he could pull off. “Like, seriously, Kai, you need to keep things neat. As you said, we are the only ones who see it and I definitely don’t want to see your clothes just thrown into my dresser.” He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “But let’s get everything else out away. I don’t want to leave things until the last minute. Cause we will both get busy and unpacking will take ages.”

Ashton stepped away from Kai and headed out to their living room. He opened the box with more of Malachi’s gaming things and took it into their shared streaming room. He began to neatly put things away before taking the box apart and putting it in the recycling pile. “We will also be recycling, Malachi! And I don’t want to hear any back talk about that. Think about all the poor turtles being strangled in the sea!” 

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Follow 4 Follow? // @vcmanikal

Ashton considered himself a smart person. He also considered himself to be a man that gave everyone the benefit of the doubt. Kai and Alucard might tell him that he was way too trusting or nice. And he knew that it was true but if he could help someone by collating with them, that’d be nice, right? When Maja’s manager reached out to him, he was skeptical. It wasn’t until after he checked out her twitch and sent her a message asking if the whole thing was legit that he agreed to the meeting. Of course he picked somewhere public that he was familiar with. In fact, it was the same cafe that he’d met Dragan at. 

He ordered an iced americano and a chocolate croissant before finding a table near the exit. Due to the shooting and mugging, his anxiety always led him to make sure he knew where every exit was at all times. Just in case things went sour. His hair had grown out and was now back to slightly above his shoulders and dyed a dark brown. He had the top pulled into a cute ponytail as a few stray hairs framed his delicate face. He hadn’t bother with makeup and his freckles danced across his face. He was dressed in one of his favorite pastel blue sweaters and a pair of ripped acid washed jeans. 

He looked up from his phone as he heard the chair across from him scrape against the linoleum flooring. “Hi!” He grinned. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Ashton.” He nodded towards the counter. “Did you want anything? My treat.”

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Your Side Of The Bed || @xhaisevcarch​

The day had finally come. It felt long overdue but too soon all at the same time. Ashton Kim had been in love with Malachi Jin since he was thirteen years old. If someone had told thirteen year old Ashton that he and Malachi would be moving in together and not just as roommates, he would have laughed. But here he was helping Kai carry in the last of the boxes. “I think that’s the last one.” He grinned as he jumped into Kai’s arms, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Welcome home. And don’t say that you’ve basically been living here since I got shot. Which is true but your name wasn’t on the lease until now. So, welcome home.” He leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I love you. I’m excited to start this next chapter with you.” 

Ashton smiled as he finally pulled away and walked into the bedroom. They’d spent the last two days moving Kai’s stuff into the two bedroom apartment. Blue’s old room was now being used as his and Malachi’s gaming and streaming room. It was still a little bittersweet to open the door and not see the pretty man but it wasn’t like he’d never see him. They were dating, after all. The fox smiled as he opened the drawer, wanting to shower and throw on one of Malachi’s shirts. He frowned, seeing the mess that was once his organized drawer. “Baby, I don’t mean to be that nagging boyfriend but are you really not going to fold your clothes before you put them away?” He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe as he stared at his lover. 

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Lay In My Bed || @vcblue

It’d had been a few months since Ashton and Blue had acted on their feelings. Oddly enough, there was a connection between Alucard and Kai as well. The four of them had a connection that they were still figuring out but they were all aware that they all felt something for each other. So, every now and again, Ashton and Blue liked to go on little dates just the two of them. Today was no different.

They sat on a blanket, what was left of a spread of sweets and sandwiches was untouched as the two laid on the baby pink blanket. Ashton laid on his stomach as he looked over at Blue. “You’re really beautiful. Like you’re kinda unreal.” The fox blushed as he hid his face in his arms. Smiling, he lifted his head. “Between you, Kai and Alucard, I fee like you guys want me to have a heart attack. I can’t get used to how beautiful you all are. And on top of that, you all actually like me and treat me well. It’s crazy.” He smiled. “I like it though.”

He popped a grape into his mouth and chewed quietly. “I must be the luckiest man in the world.” He scooted closer and leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. He couldn’t care less of there was someone watching. Besides, they all knew by now, thanks to Kai, that he liked to have an audience. 

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6. what is something that never fails to make them feel sick?

“Well, I can’t really handle hard liquor. then there’s people who hurt animals. oh! Brussel sprouts. those are really gross. And don’t tell kai i said this but when he leaves his hairs in the brush! that is so gross. like take five seconds and take it out.”

[vicecityhq]

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[hyesungxvc]

ashtonxvc​:

It took a lot to make Ashton mad. In fact, he didn’t even react in anger after being mugged or shot. But this man beside him had suddenly forced the sunshine away and replaced it with a black cloud. The smile slowly fell from his freckles face as he turned to look at the other. “Excuse me? I can understand that you don’t approve of what I’m doing but don’t presume to know who I am or what I am doing this for. You don’t know me and it’s extremely rude of you to assume that I’m just some vlogger who wants to eat on a freaking camera.” He huffed.

Ashton didn’t flash his wealth like his friend Dragan. Ashton never felt the need to do so. His twin, was the opposite. So, it was easy to assume that he was just some kid recording for his YouTube, trying to get famous. Ashton could buy out the whole restaurant if he wanted to. “Also, I donate to real charities. I was trying to be polite by offering to pay for your meal since I am essentially disrupting you. And just so you know, I’ve never used a coupon in my life. You assume that I can’t afford my meal and yours just because I’m a vlogger. Which, in itself, is a dumb assumption. Considering influencers are making more than a lot of people, these days. I do this for fun. Don’t mistake my hobby for my job. And don’t belittle those who do this for a living.”

Being entertaining and gaining and keeping followers was a hard task, in the age of cancel culture. Ashton had a respect for those able to do so. “And this camera is cheap because I’d rather not get mugged again. So, before you make asinine comments about someone that you don’t know, just don’t. It’s people like you who make people like me want to stay home. Who decides to wake up and be such a douchebag?” He rolled his eyes, mood completely ruined.

When the smile fell, his lips almost quirked up involuntarily. Temporary satisfaction curled in his gut at the response he got, pleased that he got the reaction intended. While his annoyance was still highly prevalent, it made him feel better to spread his horrid mood to someone else. While his entire being still wanted to collapse right to the table and sleep the next few years away, he never gave up an opportunity to continue pushing someone over the edge. The blond was pretty but had what he coined a ‘punchable face’, and Hyesung itched to get into a true fist fight just to relieve some of the tension slowly building up in layers upon him. Maybe the other would deck him in the face so he could finally knock out peacefully.

He scoffed with a shake of the head, rolling his eyes back to his bowl before responding, “I call it how I see it. You’re recording yourself eating, like a fucking weirdo. Don’t do weird shit and you won’t be called out for it.” He was hoping that eventually that would be the end of it and the other man would leave so he could sit in his irritated exhaustion, but Hyesung had never been a lucky one. Instead the conversation persisted, and it was grating further on already frayed nerves. Fine. The blond wanted to argue? He would gladly hurt his feelings.

He laid his chopsticks down on the table a bit too aggressively, feeling an ache at the base of his skull, a pulsing that was soon to find a way to his eyelids. He just wanted to have a meal in peace but now he was prepared to dig his proverbial nails in and rip at the man beside him just because he could. “Holy shit, no one cares. Good for you, you’re giving money away. Want a fucking philanthropist prize or something? Show off.” Then his eyes narrowed dangerously, deciding to dig those metaphysical claws deeper. “And being an influencer isn’t a real job, Jesus Christ. Just because all of you are zombies following someone who flashes something pretty and talks bullshit doesn’t make it worth something. You are so. fucking. annoying. Do you get off on hearing yourself talk?”

Worst off, one of the biggest problems Hyesung had was not being able to dig his heels in and stop himself once he got started. A penchant for getting harsher and harsher as time went on from years of needing to be desperately heard, he couldn’t stop himself from pushing further. “Mugged? So you can’t fight, either?” He raised a brow and gave the blond a once over before murmuring a ‘figures, look at you’ under his breath. So much for the fist fight he wanted. He found arguments less fun if someone didn’t swing by the end of it. He decided that just arguing to argue wasn’t fun anymore, but he couldn’t without one final quip as he began to stand up, digging for his wallet within his hoodie pockets.

“Then stay home if you can’t handle the real world. Not everyone wants to be your friend. Stop living in some fantasy and grow the hell up. Fucking pathetic.”

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Ashton very rarely engaged in arguments. But the fact that he was in such a great mood and it had completely been crushed by this stranger. “Are you always so rude or is it just on Tuesdays?” He bit back. “For your information, I’m not an influencer. I’m a full time student studying to be a doctor. I’ll be saving lives while you’re sitting in restaurants being a cunt.” He rolled his eyes and put his camera down. His whole mood had gone to shit and his hunger had also depleted.

For years, Ashton dealt with people judging him based on his looks and how soft he looked. But he wasn’t his brother. He didn’t want to look tough. He didn’t want to change himself in order to appeal to other people and how they felt a man should look or dress. He was dressed in a pair of white Gucci slacks and a blue sweater with little clouds on it. His hair was styled slightly messy and left in soft curls. Rhinestones lined his lower eyelid. Blue had done his makeup for him before kissing him goodbye. Since they no longer lived together, they enjoyed little moments, like that.

Pathetic. That was the word that upset him the most. He wasn’t pathetic. A lot of people would have given up and gone back to their cushiony life back in California. But Ashton didn’t want to run away. He wanted to stay here and get his degree and make a life with Kai and Blue and Alucard. He was not about to let some prick with a bad haircut call him pathetic. “You don’t know anything about me. Who the heck are you to judge or say anything about me just because you saw me making a vlog for five minutes. Screw you and your judgmental quips.”

Ashton had never been so mad, in his nineteen years of life. He called the waiter over and paid for his meal. He began to pack up his things, wanting to be anywhere but here. “I hope your day is as ugly as your personality.” Standing to leave, Ashton felt the stranger’s foot as he tripped, falling onto his hands and knees. The people near them turned to see what the commotion was just as Ashton stood back up. Before he could tell his brain that it was a bad idea, his fist collided with the stranger’s jaw.