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Color Me Surprised

Chapter 4 [3] [2] [1]

Word Count 4.1k

Rating Mature

Summary Jeremy’s hair color changes based on his emotions, and Ryan is more than a little intrigued.

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Color Me Surprised

Chapter 3 [2] [1]

Word Count 2.2k

Rating Mature

AO3 Link [x]

Summary Jeremy’s hair color changes based on his emotions, and Ryan is more than a little intrigued.

Jeremy wasn't usually the type of person who minded silence while at work. They talked almost continuously for multiple hours every day, so any little break in between filming was actually always welcomed with open arms.

Needless to say, he could understand why Ryan might have a headache after a live podcast. However, that didn't stop him from feeling concerned for the man. He much preferred when they could talk and jeer as loud as they pleased, and Ryan wore a wide grin to show how much he truly enjoyed it.

With a huff, he pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt, tightening the strings just enough to where it wouldn't slide off his head with the slightest movement. Jeremy would much rather the others didn't notice the mix of lilac and grey that he caught a glimpse of from his reflection in the monitor.

He was worried, and while there was nothing wrong with that, he didn't want anyone asking any questions.

Well, there actually weren't many people around who paid attention to the little nuances of his hair color. Only Ryan seemed to notice the subtle shifts, and act according to each one. Unfortunately though, he was the one causing the change at the moment, and if he saw, then he would certainly want to do something about it.

To be truthful, Jeremy hadn't really noticed it at first. It was obvious to tell if someone was avoiding a certain subject because it had previously made his hair blaze red. But, it was more difficult when the action was as slight as Ryan continuing to run his mouth about something because a slight orange had overtaken the strands.

But now that he'd seen it, Jeremy couldn't seem to stop. And he was astonished about how much he had apparently been missing, just because he wasn't paying attention enough. And what was even more amazing, was how much he craved seeing those little acts. He couldn't do anything about his emotions, of course, but he'd never been more grateful to be human with a heart at the mercy of his surroundings.

It was just that Ryan was incredibly kind. Even more so off camera than on. That is, when he wasn't playing the part of some madman. The fact that he'd take time out of his day, or switch up his routine just because of a silly emotion seemed crazy, but maybe that was just because nobody had ever done it before.

It had always seemed in the past that people would use Jeremy's hair to their own benefit, rather than his. They'd talk cautiously whenever he was angry, and even more so when he was sad. They'd offer generic, sympathetic words that held no real emotion, and he'd long since learned that they were only spoken as a safeguard; they could say 'hey, I tried,' if his mood didn't improve.

He supposed that he was thankful he didn't shift to blue too often. In fact, he didn't think that color had overtaken his head since before he began working for Achievement Hunter. Jeremy didn't think he could take it if Ryan saw him that way.

What would the man do? Would he be just the same as everyone else, unable to deal with that rare change?

He was a bit frightened to find out. At least he was pleased with his life at the moment. It didn't seem like something he would have to deal with anytime soon.

But, then again, emotions were always unpredictable.

"Jeremy?" came a quieter than usual voice from the other side of the room. Ryan's headache must not have completely left yet. "Is your computer still working? Everything look okay?"

He looked up from the screen to meet the man's eyes, and he didn't miss the strange expression Ryan was wearing, although everyone else probably would have. He knew that wearing his hoodie up was a bit strange, since he usually didn't bother in the office, but he ignored the gaze's meaning in favor of answering the actual question posed to him, rather than the silent one.

"It's great. Thanks for fixing it, Ryan," he said with a genuine grin, and that seemed enough to make the man nod, smiling back slightly before looking down at his own work once again.

He sighed to himself, reaching one hand up to tug at the fabric over his head, making sure it remained in place. Ryan cared too much, the bastard.

A loud clang drew his attention to his right, and he looked to see Gavin fiddling around with the mess on his desk, and a controller now resting on the floor behind him.

"What the hell, man?" Michael spoke first, asking what Jeremy was sure they were all wondering.

"Leaned too far back in the damn chair," the man muttered, spinning around to grab what he'd apparently dropped as he saved himself from falling backwards. Well, it was his own fault for leaning back in a chair with wheels, and Jeremy scoffed a laugh at the thought.

"Are we filming anything today?" Michael asked in an effort to change the subject, after letting out a long suffering sigh that was surely directed towards the man on his right.

"Not much to do in GTA or Minecraft without Geoff or Jack," Ryan hummed.

"We could do VR the Champions or something," Gavin suggested, but Jeremy shook his head.

"We don't have any games right now that we haven't already done a video in," and at Ryan's agreement on that matter, he continued, "We should do something new if we're gonna through with setting that shit up."

While that was a large factor in his not wanting to film a VR game, Jeremy couldn't deny the fact that he was also still concerned about Ryan's headache. Something fun and more laid back would be easier on him, rather than having to stand and move around. Besides, a lot of the fans ate up those types of casual videos. "Let's just do something easy and fun, where we can just fuck around," he finished.

The were thoughtful noises from around the room as the others considered their options, and Michael actually opened up Steam to look through his games list. "Fun and easy, fun and easy," the man muttered to himself as he scrolled. And then, a victorious chuckle. "Ah, what about we golf with our friends? We're friends, right?" he laughed.

"I would assume so," Ryan replied dryly, although if Jeremy looked around his monitor just right, he could see a little smile of amusement tugging at the man's lips that betrayed his tone.

"Well, we could film something in that? I mean, I'm sure we can pull something entertaining out of our asses for a video," Michael hummed with a scoff.

"Yeah, I'm fine with that," Jeremy agreed quickly, and as the other two did the same, they all began setting up to film.

"How's your head, Ryan?" he asked the man after a few minutes, when he stood up to do some adjustments to his mic stand.

Glancing over only once as he fiddled around with his microphone, the man gave a short nod. "It's better. Although, I'm still glad I don't have to stand around in that hot as hell headset." And, when he finally stood up straight again, the smile he gave looked so much like a thank you that Jeremy couldn't help but to offer his own grin in reply.

"Facecams or not?" Gavin questioned the room then, and they all paused for a moment before shrugging.

"I don't think we need to," Michael said, and Ryan agreed with a "Nah," and a shake of his head.

"Alright," the British man said, leaning back in his chair. "Then I'm ready."

"Yup, same here," Jeremy agreed, starting his audio and capture and then syncing before they stated the video as officially started.

"So uh, what kind of video is this? Are we just golfin' like friends, or is there gonna be some sort of competition here?" Ryan questioned as they looked through the game's setting, choosing the course number, and their golf balls.

"Oh, there's always competition in golf, Ryan," Michael said with a little breath of laughter.

"Alright, that's true, I guess. Any particularly special rules, then?"

"Losers each give the winner ten bucks," Gavin suggested instantly.

"You wanna lose ten bucks that bad?" Jeremy teased, which earned him a chuckle from all of them.

"Eh, it's just ten bucks," the man said with a shrug, although that wouldn't be picked up by his audio recording.

"How about last place buys lunch tomorrow?" Michael suggested instead, ignoring Gavin's words as the first hole loaded up and they began aiming their shots. It was a relatively simple one, so it only took one hit to get close to the hole.

"Can they choose where to go?" Jeremy asked, easily following along with what he knew wouldn't come to fruition. It was one thing to accept a bet of two dollars from Gavin, but forking over the cost of lunch for four was going a little far.

"As long as it's somewhere good," Michael laughed.

"Deal," Ryan agreed after only a second's thought, and Jeremy looked at him in surprise.

"Seriously?" He asked, eyebrows raised, ignoring the game for just a moment. "You'll really buy the three of us lunch if you lose?"

"I might not lose."

"Ryan," Michael said with another laugh. "Remember 3D Ultra Mini Golf? You lost pretty fucking badly there."

"Listen, the one round fucked me, alright? I think I did okay in the other parts," he replied in a jesting affronted tone.

"This is only one round. If you lose you lose," Jeremy cut in to remind him.

"Oh, I know. I'm agreeing to the terms. Lunch is on me tomorrow, for those in this room right now, if I lose."

"Well, fine. I guess I'll agree too, if Ryan and Michael do," Jeremy muttered as he finally looked back to his screen. it appeared as though he was the last to take the final shot, and he sunk the ball in with one hit.

"Well, we're all tied at par with that hole. I'll fucking do it," Michael said. "So, Gav, are you in?"

"Yeah, I mean, chances are, I'll get a free lunch."

"Or you'll just fucking lose horribly," Jeremy laughed.

"Or that," the man murmured, sounding mildly worried.

"Well boys," Jeremy declared suddenly, "We've got ourselves a competition." And then, they began seriously, and put in as much effort as possible while still being sure that the video would be entertaining once it came out.

                                                       ~~~~~~~~~~

Ryan couldn't exactly say that he was surprised to find himself sitting in last after their decided eight holes, with a wonderful score of +19. He'd certainly done worse in less time before, yet he still managed to lose to the others this round.

Though, he also couldn't say that he was upset. After all, he'd been the first to agree to buy lunch, so having to do so wasn't really a problem. In fact, it was almost the opposite.

"So what are we having to eat tomorrow, Ryan?" Gavin asked with a wide grin once the recordings were all stopped and saved, ready to go for editing.

As if in thought, he hummed for a moment, but never really had any plans to chose the place he'd be buying from in the first place. "Jeremy, what do you want for lunch tomorrow?"

"Huh?" the man looked up, confusion clear across his face. Ryan smiled lightly at the sight. That was exactly what he wanted. "You're asking me? You get to choose, y'know."

"Yeah, but I don't wanna. Pick for me, Lil J."

A bright green could just barely be seen as it bloomed underneath the man's hoodie, and Ryan caught sight of a bit peeking out from the front, the color vibrantly noticeable. Jeremy was silent for a while, obviously thinking over the question he'd been posed. Eventually, he looked back towards Ryan. "Torchy's," he said with a sure tone.

"Tacos it is then," he agreed with a nod, and Jeremy looked almost pleased enough to melt, although unfortunately, he didn't stay still quite long enough for Ryan to truly see the emotions cross his face.

He liked doing things that made the man happy, and kept his hair the positive colors that showed he was in a good mood. Little acts like this - asking him what he would like to eat, for one example - were simple and easy, and Ryan had never minded doing them, if only to see Jeremy so pleased.

"Good choice, Jeremy," Michael applauded the man, and he received quiet thanks in reply.

In a good mood, despite his loss in the game and the impending doom that awaited his wallet, Ryan joined the other three in finishing up for the day before they all left the office to head home. Tomorrow he'd keep his promise and buy Torchy's for Michael, Gavin, and Jeremy, but the thought running through his mind was that he was really only doing this for one of those men.

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Color Me Surprised

Chapter 2 [1]

Word Count 1.6k

Rating Mature

AO3 Link [x]

Summary Jeremy’s hair color changes based on his emotions, and Ryan is more than a little intrigued. 

"Fuck me!" were the first words Ryan heard as he walked into the office the next day, and his eyes were greeted by the sight of a very frustrated Jeremy with a fire atop his head.

"Oh, Ryan's here. Ryan! Come fix Jeremy's stuff," Gavin called, and he went over towards the two of them, looking over their shoulders at the computer they were sat in front of. "It crashed or something."

He looked over to Jeremy, who nodded in agreement with a sigh that sounded like it was meant to be calming. "I was exporting some stuff overnight, and it fucking crashed in the middle of it all. I've been trying to figure out what's wrong with the damn thing, but it just crashed again."

He leaned over the man's shoulder, waiting there for the computer to finish starting up for what was apparently the second time that day. When it did, he fiddled with the settings, occasionally instructing Jeremy to hit a button on the keyboard that he couldn't reach. Finally, he stood back up straight with a small smile. "Hopefully that works," he hummed.

Jeremy wore a grin on his face as he spun around in his chair. The red in his hair had faded and become almost nonexistent, and a bit of green was beginning to seep back in from the tips. "Thank you, Ryan," he said, and the older man couldn't help but to be pleased that he'd managed to improve his mood. He replied wordlessly, just nodding instead, and walked over to his own desk. Luckily, it seemed that all of his things had remained in order overnight.

"Ryan! Jeremy!" called Michael as he walked in a few moments later. "You're on Off Topic today, remember?"

"Yeah, of course," The other man said with a nod, his attention mainly focused on the screen in front of him.

"Good. And you too, Boi," he continued, at which Gavin replied with an eager shake of his head and a bright grin.

The day passed with relative ease. Both Geoff and Jack were away at the opposite end of the country, so the remaining Achievement Hunters were left to film videos in smaller groups before heading off to the podcast set.

Ryan watched as Jeremy pulled a beanie over his head, tugging it down so that it fit snug. It wasn't really a secret that his hair changed colors. The man had never really kept quiet about it, and anyone who watched a decent amount of their videos might know, especially since they used facecams so often now. But, in situations where he would be live on camera for multiple hours, Jeremy liked to keep it covered. There was something unnerving, the older man supposed, about having your true emotions revealed and not being able to hide them.

They began with a beautifully unplanned show of Gavin breaking the beer tap again, and Ryan watched with a grin as both Michael and Jeremy struggled to contain laughter.

"How the hell do you keep doing that?" they both asked, and the oldest man watched with an easy smile. He found that he was often a little bit detached from moments like this, observing rather than participating. He liked it better this way anyway, as he was able to best see the reactions pulled out of the others, especially Jeremy. Although, he could only see the man's face now. And, while it was no less expressive than his hair, Ryan couldn't deny that he liked to see the change in colors.

"So Ryan totally saved Jeremy's life today," Gavin spoke up, and the words pulled the man's attention back to the conversation.

"Well, to be more accurate, he saved my mind from breaking down. I was so mad."

"Yeah, your computer fucked up," Ryan agreed with a nod, fiddling absentmindedly with the soda can sitting in front of him.

"Sure did," Jeremy hummed, although a slight hint of annoyance could be heard in his tone.

"Oh, Jeremy's computer was fucking up? When? This morning?" Michael prodded curiously.

"Before you got here it kept crashing on me. Of course, then Ryan walks in and fixes it immediately."

"The PC guy came to the rescue," Michael laughed, bringing up that old moniker.

"Ryan, if my computer breaks, will you fix it for me?" Gavin asked teasingly, batting his eyelashes like he was trying to be cute. As if that would work.

The man huffed, shaking his head with a small grin. "I guess? But his computer wasn't even broken in the first place. But sure, Gavin. I'll try my best."

"You're turning into a genuine superhero now," Michael laughed.

"All he needs is someone to swoon over him after he saves them," Jeremy added in with a nod of agreement.

"But that's you, Lil J. You're the one he saved!"

"Is Jeremy Swooning?" Gavin questioned, while Ryan simply chuckled quietly, taking a sip of his diet coke so he wouldn't have to add input into the conversation.

"Oh yeah, I'm head over heels for him," the man said with a laugh, but it made Ryan pause, because he didn't really sound like he was joking. While he assumed that that was all it was, his mind couldn't seem to ignore the fact that the tone when he spoke sounded somewhat genuine. Now he was just wishing they weren't in the middle of a podcast where he couldn't see the hair color Jeremy was currently sporting. He felt as if he was acting like a love struck fool.

He managed a simple reply of "I'm flattered," before the conversation slowly shifted to a completely different topic.

Their talks flowed easily for the few hours that they recorded, and tapered off naturally towards the end of the podcast. Ryan was never sure if that was skill or practice, but he was thankful for it anyway. He'd developed a bit of a headache, and the only thing he really wanted to do at the moment was go back to the office and sit quietly to work at his desk.

He stood once the cameras had been cut off, lightly crushing the empty can that he held in his hand and tossing it to the trash. It went in with a light clink, and Jeremy, the only other person close enough to be paying attention, congratulated him with a quiet "Nice."

"Thanks," he murmured in reply, to which the other man frowned slightly.

"You alright, Ryan?" he asked.

He flashed a light smile in return, not wanting the other to feel concerned. He'd just been talking for a while, and he tended to quiet down a bit if his head hurt. "It's nothing. A headache."

The worried expression left the man's face, although not completely. Ryan could still see some of it beneath the smile that took over. It made him feel a bit better, at the very least, to know that Jeremy thought about his well being.

"Don't worry about it too much. I just need some Tylenol," he said reassuringly with an honest grin. It really wasn't anything that warranted such concern, although he was grateful for it nonetheless.

The other man nodded, and they walked in a comfortable silence back to the office, leaving Michael and Gavin standing next to the podcast set, talking with Steffie about something that they couldn't quite catch to hear.

"So hopefully my computer survived me being gone for a couple of hours," Jeremy said rather suddenly, with a quiet huff.

In response, Ryan scoffed. "Who do ya' think you're talking to?" he began to tease. "The PC Guy fixed it for you. Of course it'll still work."

Jeremy laughed. "Now, don't get ahead of yourself, Ryan."

"What? I thought you were supposed to be swooning about me? Hanging on my every word and having complete faith in my abilities to fix any computer?"

"You're really milking it now, buddy," Jeremy muttered, to which the older man laughed loudly, despite the ache in his head.

"Alright, alright. But, really, I'm pretty sure it'll still be working. Maybe."

"The superhero doesn't sound too confident."

"Being overconfident tends to be the bane of most heroes and villains," Ryan hummed.

"Then I guess someone will have to make sure you'll stay in line."

"Who'll that be? You?"

"Huh? Me?" Jeremy asked, a bit quickly. "Can't be me. You'll be saving me, right? That'll only boost your ego." As he spoke, he wore a grin, easily readable as something of a teasing nature, but Ryan could hear a bit of nervousness in his tone. Suddenly, he really wished that the hat was gone. What color would his hair be? Would it be grey, like during that godawful sex scene on Theater Mode yesterday?

"Well, that wouldn't be too bad," Ryan said quietly with a shrug, pushing open the door to the office and walking in, Jeremy following directly behind him.

"Not for you," the man replied with a chuckle, and Ryan looked back at him in time to see him finally pulling off the beanie. His hair was it's usual dark green hue, but there was a slight tint of grey at the ends, which was definitely not something normally seen. What was making him nervous now? Ryan didn't ask about it, though. He might base his actions around the colors he saw, but he tried to not outright bring them up. That seemed like too large an invasion of privacy.

"My ego will always be adequately sized," he hummed, walking across the room to his desk and practically collapsing in his chair with a quiet sigh. Already his head was becoming less pained as he was allowed a bit of a chance to relax.

He heard Jeremy laugh at his words, and the sound made him grin. "Oh, I'm sure."

After that, they quieted into an easy silence, attending to their individual work for the day. When Michael and Gavin walked back in, around ten minutes later, they did the same, and the office worked peacefully until the end of the day.

[aykimra]

Color Me Surprised

Chapter 1

Word Count 1.4k

Rating Mature

AO3 Link [x]

Summary Jeremy's hair color changes based on his emotions, and Ryan is more than a little intrigued.  Inspired by this post.

Ryan had never met someone like Jeremy before. He didn't mean that in terms of personality either, although he supposed that the other man could be considered unique in that aspect as well. No, Jeremy Dooely was far more special in ways that were previously unheard of.

The first time they'd met, and his hair had been a bright green, Ryan had just assumed the man had liked the color enough to dye the strands in that hue. But, as they talked more and the vibrant, neon color had settled into something more natural, he became confused. When someone practically ran into the man as he had been standing there, and Jeremy's hair flashed dull red at the tips for a moment, Ryan's eyes had widened in shock.

He was saved from having to figure out a way to ask and not sound crazy though, because Jeremy shrugged it off with a knowing smile. "Oh, Yeah, the hair? It does that," he hummed in explanation, and Ryan took it as it was, not digging any deeper. It was the first time they'd met, after all.

It was later, in their second meeting, that Ryan noticed the hair had become a subdued green, almost barely noticeable. He still didn't exactly understand what made it change, but he took the fact that it was still green to mean something. Jeremy was a prominent member of the community, but they didn't meet in person too often. When they did though, Ryan tried to make sure he took the time to notice the man's hair color. Usually it was the green he was used to, although occasionally it would brighten into the neon it'd been upon their first meeting. On one memorable occasion, upon Gavin tossing something at him unexpectedly, the hue had bleed into a dark purple, before reverting to a deep green once again as he laughed at the scare.

Ryan took note of these changes, and in fact, relished in them. He realized that it probably would make him sound obsessed if he admitted to that out loud.

His new obsession was fueled though, when Achievement Hunter took the man on as an official new hire to work in the main office. Now, Ryan saw him multiple hours each day. The best part though, was that he finally got the explanation he'd been so unsuccessful in discovering on his own.

"It changes with my emotions," he'd said. "Green is happy, red's mad. Pretty self explanatory. Please don't use it to exploit me, alright?" But he said it all with a grin, and hair as bright as a sunny meadow's grass. Ryan could practically feel the joy seeping off of him, even without having to look at the color.

Their short conversations and meetings in the past couldn't hold a candle to how often, and how closely he saw Jeremy now. He had the opportunity to see drastic changes in the man's hair, rather than a change in tint here or there. He witnessed blinding reds as the younger's capture quit unexpectedly, and the bright violet that momentarily blinded those nearby whenever a horror game's jumpscare popped up. Honestly, it was all rather fascinating. Some changes only lasted for a few moments, like the bright purple, but others muddled and grew, taking over the usual shade of green.

Ryan liked to believe that they were following the man's wishes, and weren't using his hair as some sort of tool, but honestly, it was difficult not to. Gavin learned not to push the man any further in his teasing or jokes when a bright red of true anger began to bloom. Michael was often the first to ask what good thing had happened that day when the green was unusually neon in it's hue.

And Ryan? Well, he found that he took notice of the changes most of all. A muted maroon of irritation prompted him to ask if he could get Jeremy anything. Orange taught him to leave the man in peace, as whatever he was looking at was intriguing enough to pull him into a deep fascination.

It wasn't that the others in the office didn't know what all the colors meant. They just didn't seem to pay the small changes as much mind as Ryan did. They only took notice of the colors that completely overtook the hair, not the subtle shifts at the tips that indicated a slight change in mood.

Ryan appreciated the small things best. He loved walking into the office and seeing that a bit of yellow was adding a glow to the usual dark green. 'Jeremy's energetic today' he'd think to himself, and would promptly try to find out if there would be time to film something that involved movement that day.

He'd realized long ago that he'd fallen into a deep fascination with the younger man, but he never put much thought into it. What was the harm in it, when he was only using his knowledge of Jeremy's moods to try and appease him?

But, maybe that was the problem. Everyone else had seemed to take his initial words on the matter to heart, and didn't pay much mind to the color shifts. Ryan couldn't understand that. It was something so unique and special, something that made Jeremy so... Jeremy. How could he not pay them any mind?

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The movie was absolutely horrible. But, then again, most of the things they watched for Theater Mode were not that great.

"It's just porn again! Gay porn. They're gonna start rubbing their dicks together!"

Ryan's chuckle at Geoff's outburst was dry, mostly fake humor for the show, and he just shook his head. Jeremy, for his part, was burrowing down on the back couch like he was trying to get away from it, a dark purple, tinted red at the tips coloring his hair. Well, obviously he wasn't very pleased with the scene. Ryan couldn't really say that he was either, but before he could say anything, the younger man gave his own opinion.

"Sex doesn't even work like that! Where's the damn lube?"

"The lighting's bad, maybe they're trying to start a fire?" Ryan suggested with a shrug before bringing his hands up and rubbing them together as he continued, "You know, like rubbing two sticks together?" That, at the very least, earned him a laugh from the both of them, and he grinned in response.

"Jeremy?" Geoff began suddenly, in that voice of his that usually meant he was going to ask a rather personal genitalia question. In the background, the horrible sex scene continued, but Ryan had put his focus off of it for now.

"If you had to do this scene with a guy, would you?"

Ryan made a face at that. "Eugh, but this is awful. Don't subject someone to playing this scene out. It's not hot at all,"

"Yeah, you're definitely not wrong. But uh, what's my reasoning here, Geoff? Am I getting paid?" Ryan took notice of the fact that the purple had bleed into a dark brown. He obviously wasn't paying enough attention to the movie to have any reactions to it. The only other color was a bit of orange at the ends, showing that he was a bit interested in the question.

"Hmm," the man hummed for a moment, thoughtfully. "Sure. 10k."

"Whoa," Ryan exclaimed, a bit surprised. "That's a little low for a million dollars but questions, isn't it?"

"It's not million dollars but, Ryan. I just wanna know if he'll do it for that amount," he said, before glancing at Jeremy. "So?"

The man made a small noise at the back of his throat, like he was thinking hard about it. "Can I bring lube?" he eventually asked.

"Yeah, sure. The rest is the same, though."

"I guess so then, yeah," he said with a small shrug, although Ryan noticed that his hair had lightened into a grey. That was a rarer one. What did it mean again? Nervousness?

He couldn't deny that he was a little surprised the man had accepted the faux deal, but then, he didn't know a lot about Jeremy's preferences either. Ryan wouldn't admit it out loud, but with a guy of his choosing, he wouldn't much mind acting out the scene either. It was bad, sure, but 10k was a lot for just some sex.

Geoff, thankfully, let the subject drop quite suddenly as things took a turn for the worse on the movie screen. Jeremy looked relieved, and slowly the color faded back to brown.

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You still taking smut requests? Looking for some blood kink or body worship with jeremwood.

I am! I wasn’t in the mood for knifeplay or a vamp au, so I went with the second prompt <3

“Look at you,” Ryan murmured, kissing his ear. His hands were gliding down his sides before settling firmly on his hips, holding him in place in front of the mirror. Jeremy glanced up, blushing heavily. “You’re so beautiful, Jeremy.”

His fingers slid over his skin, palms cupping his stomach, framing it.

“I’m fat,” Jeremy objected, averting his eyes. “I’ve been eating too much shit.”

“No, Jeremy,” Ryan countered, tracing the muscles lying underneath. His teeth grazed Jeremy’s earlobe and down his neck. “You’re perfect.”

Another kiss was pressed to his neck, as gentle hands roamed up to his chest. Ryan tweaked his nipples, scratched through the light amount of hair. He suckled on the skin of Jeremy’s shoulder, glancing up and catching Jeremy’s gaze in the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” Ryan said firmly, never breaking eye contact. His hands slid from Jeremy’s chest and up his back to firmly settle on his shoulders. “I want you to see the same thing I do whenever I look at you, Jeremy. You’re amazing. Look at these shoulders-”

His hands shifted down to his arms, fingers not long enough to wrap around them.

“-and these guns. I mean, hot damn.”

Jeremy laughed, flushing bright red and Ryan grinned, kissing his temple. His fingers slipped down Jeremy’s arms, encircling his wrists. He pulled them up, leaning over Jeremy’s shoulder to kiss the palms. Jeremy watched, fondly and a little wide-eyed.

“These hands have safed my life more often than I can count,” Ryan continued softly, catching Jeremy’s gaze in the mirror again. “And those beautiful eyes, like hot cocoa in winter. Whenever I see you watching me- that’s safety, comfort, belonging. Home.”

Ryan swallowed, and Jeremy leaned back into his chest, turning his hands to entangle their fingers.

“Don’t go sentimental on me now,” he joked weakly, squeezing his hands. “I thought this was just an excuse to fuck me in front of a mirror.”

Ryan snorted, smiling softly. He let their intertwined hands trail down, stroking Jeremy’s sides and then resting on his thighs.

“Oh it is,” he said blithely, nipping at Jeremy’s jaw. “Doesn’t make any of my statements less true.”

“Alright, then,” Jeremy said lightly, blinking as he teared up a little. “Anything nice to say about my dick?”

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Jeremwood biting

Jeremy bites his lips, muffling the moan that wants to escape his mouth. Fingers dance over his sides, leaving him twitching and almost ticklish. Ryan’s hands settle on his thighs, spreading his legs a touch further. His palms are big, and warm, and Jeremy pushes into his touch.

Ryan chuckles behind him, pressing close. He mouths at Jeremy’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses along his shoulders. Jeremy shudders, a whine catching in his throat, his wolf instincts urging him to roll over and present his stomach.

“Ryan,” he groans, tilting his head to better expose his throat. Ryan hums approvingly, and it sends a shiver running down Jeremy’s back. Sharp teeth graze over taut skin, and Jeremy gasps. “Alpha.”

Ryan nips along his jawbone, careful to never leave more than light scratches behind. Jeremy whines, bucking up- but Ryan’s hands catch his hips, gently but firmly holding him down, keeping him close. He can feel the vampire’s erection pressing against his ass where he squirms and closes his eyes, shuddering.

Hot air hits his ear, and Ryan licks along the shell, sucks in the earlobe. Jeremy gasps, holding painfully still. Jeremy melts under the attention, his own nails biting into his skin in his need to hold onto something.

“Say it,” Ryan breathes into his ear, and Jeremy grinds up against him desperately. Fingers tighten on his hips, stilling him. “If you want it you have to ask for it.”

“Alpha,” he whines, dropping his head, rolling it to the side. His heartrate is picking up, pumping the blood through his veins, and it feels like offering his submission all over again. “Ryan, please. Bite me.”

The vampire hums, pressing light kisses against his temple, his cheek, trailing down his throat. His hands steady Jeremy as he shakes in Ryan’s embrace, his fingers and mouth gentle against his skin, calming him down.

“Alright,” Ryan says, and Jeremy swallows. Sharp incisors press against his pulse, grazing over the thin skin. Jeremy bucks up again, back arching as he moans in anticipation. An arm wraps around his waist, Ryan’s other hand coming up to grip his hair, gently holding his head still.

A prickle of pain as fangs sink into his skin and blood rushes to the surface. Ryan’s mouth clamps down on his neck, his grip on Jeremy’s hair tightening. Jeremy gasps, electricity chasing through his body. He strains to hold still, not to push into the bite, or to pull away. His brain grows hazy, mind focussing on the sensation of being bitten by Alpha.

Marked, he thinks muzzily, warmth filling his chest.

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“Oh my god,” Jeremy gasped out, looking at the now confused barista in front of him. Looking at his now blue eyes and green apron.

“Uh, how can I help you?” The barista asked awkwardly, not understanding the situation.

“I can’t believe this is happening! I never thought it would happen in a Starbucks in New York!” Jeremy laughed. If he were being honest, he didn’t think it would ever happen at all.

“What are you talking about?” The barista asked. Jeremy looked at his name tag.

“Ryan, we’re soulmates! You’re having such a different reaction to seeing color though, weren’t you excited?”

“But…. I don’t see any color.”