:: megumi fushiguro x fem!reader, ooc (?), pure fluff, cussing , megumi fushiguro is VERY in love with you, i wanna write angst, i’m sorry dani is this better
Megumi Fushiguro used to be described as the stone cold student of Gojo Satoru. The head of the Zen’in clan, even. No one would approach him unless he approached them just from his judgmental gaze alone. Even stepping anywhere near him was a choking hazard.
But when put within a meter radius of you, the boy would melt like an ice cream cone shoved under the sun. His jagged edges softened, and he could physically feel his heart overheating in his chest.
The others only started to catch on (and take every chance they could to tease him) during the sister school exchange event, or more so, the week before the goodwill event. It was convenient for them because everyone just so happened to be there (except for yuta, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t already tell before he left for africa anyways)
He had just gotten his ass beaten by Todo, blood spilling from his skull as he laid weakly on the ground. He let out one of his signature annoyed groans, staring up at the sky like it would somehow take him away and save him from the embarrassment.
“Bonito flakes.” Toge blinked, watching Todo walk off to look for his search.
Megumi threw an arm over his face, shielding his eyes from the glaring sun. He didn’t need to for long though, cause a shadow soon stood between him and the bright light. Could he really say he was shielded from the light, though? What was providing him with his very much deserved shade was none other than you.
Sometimes you were like light itself.
“Hi, idiot.” If people didn’t know you at all, they would’ve thought you were mocking the poor, injured boy. But Megumi knew better, and all you were doing was trying to make him feel better after losing miserably in a fight, almost having to result to summoning- you know. Stupid.
You braced one hand on your knee, the other one reaching out to help him off the floor. His hand brushed yours for a second, before reluctantly taking it to pull himself to his feet. You gave his hand the tiniest squeeze, before finally letting go.
You let a smile graze your face. “You look like shit, megs.”
“Shut up.”
Toge and Panda stood off to the side, analyzing the entire interaction silently, like one does. I mean, if they didn’t, they never would’ve caught the smallest, minuscule smirk curling at Megumi Fushiguro’s lips. The last time they ever saw a hint of a smile on his face was when Gojo accidentally tripped down the stairs.
Anybody could see it, really. His feelings for you were so easy spot that even a blind man could see it. You wouldn’t lie and say you couldn’t feel all that either, but would you have rather admitted that you had a crush on Megumi Fushiguro out of all people, and that you’d always get lost in his piercing blue eyes that always seemed to sparkle when the sun hit just right-
Ahem.
Contrary to popular belief, you and Megumi were in fact not dating. It honestly pissed people for whenever they saw you two doing couple-ly stuff then proceed to say you had zero romantic feelings for each other. You two could make out and still say your relationship was platonic.
What was probably the worst case of this so-called paradox would probably be your sparring practice two weeks ago. All you were doing was throwing punches left and right, so what could possibly go wrong?
Everything wrong possible happened that fateful afternoon. (for megumi specifically, but that’s not the point)
Megumi Fushiguro’s physical strength and skill at hand to hand combat was higher than yours, so it seemed like he had an unfair advantage over you in this situation. But what people often forgot about you was that you made up I’m speed where you lacked in strength.
Somewhere along the way, Megumi had been thrown onto his stomach on the ground with his head locked between both of your legs. He was quite literally on his knees behind you as you leaned forward, hands placed flat on the ground.
What weirded everyone out was how he wasn’t fighting back. He wasn’t even struggling. He just sat there, accepting his fate. As a matter of fact, he seemed more frozen than anything.
“Wait- [name], don’t move. I wanna take a picture.” Nobara snickered, whipping her phone out to snap a quick one. Megumi groaned, and he felt you choke him harder when Nobara yelled out ‘cheese!’. Man, he seriously couldn’t breathe.
“Uh, [Name]-” He slapped your leg weakly, choking on his own spit. “Are you gonna let me go or-”
“Sorry!” You immediately flipped yourself over, going to check on his neck the moment you let go. Everyone stared in awe at the girl who would’ve most definitely choked anybody else out for the love of the game, freak out over her… “best friend”.
They finally bit the bullet one day, giving into their urges and finally asking you and Megumi about your relationship. Everyone was gathered in the break room, doing what we they were doing when Yuji finally opened his mouth to drop the bomb.
“Are you two dating?”
Everyone looked up when he asked the question everyone had been dying to hear the answer of. Although the acted all uninterested, everyone’s ears perked up in anticipation.
In the far back corner, you were on your phone, your legs slung over Megumi’s lap. Without looking up, you allowed yourself to sniff, then-
“Yeah.”
Everyone dropped what they were doing to gape, their jaws hitting the floor and probably dropping into the pits of hell.
“Since when?” Maki adjusted her glasses. She always thought something was going on, but it wasn’t like she had any substantial evidence to back her claim up.
“I think I asked her out around six months ago.” Megumi supplied, staring up at his friends like they weren’t literally prying in on his personal life.
“You asked her out?” Yuji’s booming voice rang throughout the room, filling the gaps of silence they were leaving behind.
“Mhm.”
This was probably one of the most obvious things in the world. They should’ve seen it coming really. I mean, who wouldn’t look at you two and assume you weren’t dating, especially with the way you acted around each other?
When you two announced your engagement exactly a decade later, they all had the same wide-eyed faces and shocked tones. These frauds would later receive a harsh scolding from Megumi after finding out they bet thousands of dollars on this canon event happening five years prior.
You had a gift. The gift to take down the walls Megumi spent so many years building up, that is.
a/n: do you all forgive me for the Yuji fic yet
I’m bad at describing things so here’s what I meant during the training scene (also if I’ve already written something similar to this I’m sorry I have bad memory)
So here are some doodles of him! I had the hardest time trying to characterize him as a partner so I mostly chose ambiguous scenes. Could be platonic, could be romantic, up to you!
Close ups under the cut!
[REDACTED]: "C'mon, Mugs! Let's get goin' or we'll be late!"
Mugman: "HEEEYYY—HEY! PUT ME DOWN! I MIGHT FALL!"
[REDACTED]: "Relax! You're not that heavy!"
Mugman: "AAAAH—"
Mugman: "I'm glad you wanted to spend the new year with us."
[REDACTED]: "It's nothing really. I'm just happy in your company."
Mugman: "O-oh...you are?"
They nod.
Mugman: "I know you're tired, but mind gettin' offa me—?"
Cuphead: "Pft."
Mugman looks down and they're fast asleep. "Oh."
Cuphead: "Ain't ya gonna wake 'em?"
Mugman: Sigh, "Just leave them for a bit. It's been a long day."
Mugman: "Aaaand gotcha!"
[REDACTED]: 0_0
Mugman: "Whew, that was close...you alright?"
[REDACTED]: Scowls, "I almost fell to my death just now. Does that seem alright?"
Mugman: "Okay, jeez, sorry. I was just trying to help."
[REDACTED]: Grumble, grumble.
Mugman: -_-' "Well, you seem alright so—!" Drops them.
OW!
Nose kisses for the man. Boop boop boop! This is sooo ooc. But I indulge in this.
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I was SO scared to draw mugman because I only really drew the game version of him but I think these turned out well! I even made more than four doodles this time.
I never really analyzed Mugman as a character in Motm so I wasn't sure how he'd really be as a partner. I know how he'd be as a BROTHER and maybe as a friend, but I'm not sure how it translates to other folks.
So my brain was like: oh, the only way he'd really have a partner in this point of his life is if it's pre-established. So, before the events of the comic.
Hence, I made doodles of them being childhood friends!
Headcanons!
Honestly? With how much of his life seems to go. He probably never confirms if anything is romantic. His life is constantly unstable, so unwavering commitment can only be a dream. And, he likely wouldn't want to drag someone down with him and his brother. But, still wants to keep this person around if he likes them enough. Interactions probably shift between 'can be perceived as romantic' and friendly.
In public, he likely wants to keep any relation to them very low-profile. It isn't good for someone in his area to show his vulnerabilities. He already has his brother as a blaring one.
If this person confronts him and says they want something romantic, he'll more likely than not turn them down. His job is dangerous and he could never promise wholely that he will be able to come back to them. Only once he's gotten his life together will he come back and finally allow himself to be involved.
Who knows when that will be?
Random thing: I have a bone to pick when the show drew mugman and didn't draw his head as a MUG. Like wtf is a mug to you people? Why when I see some fanart his head drawn almost identical to Cuphead. Am I crazy? I must be crazy...A MUG IS TALLER THAN A FKING CUP PLEASE IM CRYING AT HOW OFTEN I SEE IT.
I'd like to request a yandere rivalry between Alastor and Vox
Alastor owns the reader soul and they work under Alastor at the hazbin hotel. Maybe Vox had a history with reader before they made a deal with Alastor. Vox is pissed not only is Alastor back but reader made a deal with him. idk I don't got much ideas in my head.
Sure! I think I have some ideas for this in mind... so I'll write what I can! I've fallen out of the fandom a little bit so I'm sorry if this didn't come out well :(
The Vox section is a similar plot to another draft I was doing, but it didn't save so that one will come out later. Other than that I apologize if I accidentally recycle plots from others fics I did. I write so much I forget.
I'm also sorry I didn't focus much on the rivalry conclusion... more on the build up... I went with the flow.
Yandere! Alastor vs Yandere! Vox with Darling who made a deal with Alastor
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Soul ownership, Degrading behavior, Thoughts of kidnapping, Isolation, Toxic relationships of all sorts, Mentions of sleeping together (Vox), Swearing, Forced/Dubious relationship/companionship(s).
Alright, so reading this gives me an idea for a plot.
You having a history with Vox could make sense.
For example, maybe you were an employee for Vox originally.
You would work at V Tower and somehow manage to become his favorite assistant.
The rivalry pairing is dubious, but maybe Vox just finds you... entertaining to talk with.
Vox probably needs time to vent after being around his colleagues all day.
Which leads to him yapping away at you, his assistant.
It's hard to say why he's so taken with you.
Maybe he just finds you cute... or it's entertaining that you don't roll over for him like others under him.
That or maybe you're one of the only Sinners here he can see as a genuine friend.
Or at the very least... It's a one-sided kind of friendship.
Your time working with Vox is... complicated.
The relationship between you and Vox is messy.
Then again it's Hell... when is it not?
How messy depends on the pairing.
But we'll make it... platonic -> romantic for Vox.
Your time with Vox is definitely not like a normal assistant.
You've seen how other employees are treated under The Vees.
Velvette's models often go through some sort of shaming.
Valentino's stars... are an entirely different story.
Vox himself is even shown to be strict towards those under him.
You? Well, you always got some leeway....
It's odd... you usually just handled coffee and paperwork.
You weren't a model... just someone that made sure the schedule was right and the cameras stayed rolling.
You didn’t try to stand out much.
You weren't even trying to get attention... you weren't trying to be a star.
You just wanted a job to survive in Hell.
But despite you not being a star... you manage to grab Vox's attention.
You're a capable worker... and that's enough to make his eyes linger as you get him what he needs.
He likes that you follow his every word... You just think he enjoys the power dynamic between you.
Things probably change slowly between you.
Perhaps it's his way of seeing how far he can go with his newest toy...
Or maybe it's something genuine from the charismatic TV.
He starts a conversation with you whenever you enter his office.
Originally it's job related, such as asking about the schedule, requesting something from you... it's on topic.
But eventually Vox gets more curious... He asks about your life before Hell... and things get strangely personal.
This is the start of his obsession with his assistant.
This new obsession starts as just a small curiosity towards the quiet assistant/intern under his command...
Although it can develop into one of two ways.
Vox often invites you to his office to talk as his obsession grows.
However... depending on his intentions... he may act differently as time goes on.
There's the more platonic situation where Vox simply enjoys your company.
When things aren't going well with the rest of The Vees... Vox calls you up.
This leads to you sitting next to Vox while he rants to you, a hand on your shoulder with his legs crossed one over the other.
You may even hear him admit that you're trustworthy, you're the one Sinner that he can rely on to get things done and NOT throw a fit over it....
He appreciates that...
More than you know.
You're often praised by Vox during these chats.
They always happen after a long day with The Vees... you can tell Vox is irritated.
He calls you a friend, always putting on that sickly sweet tone as he touches your shoulders.
Originally it started as friendly... these meetings are filled with surprisingly heartfelt words coming from Vox...
Yet it quickly morphs into something messy... less love more...
Lust.
Yes... when it comes to Vox... I unfortunately think his more romantic obsessions always end the same way... long nights filled with vices.
He's a guy who hangs out with Valentino of all people...
How could he help himself around someone who's quiet, listens to him, and is so damn loyal?
He's just rewarding you for being so good to him....
You... aren't opposed to it originally.
At the time you saw it as an honor to sleep with such a powerful man.
Yet over time... it seems Vox gets too attached to his secret guilty pleasure.
Time with you makes Vox think clearly, it's different from the times with Valentino.
You're smaller than him, comfortable, and fit so well against him.
You're not just a friend to him... far from just an assistant either... currently it's more...
Friends with benefits?
Although to Vox... he probably feels it's different from that... regardless...
It feels so damn good to make you his.
This obsession makes Vox... smothering.
Valentino probably pitches a fit at Vox about it for a number of reasons.
Why does he get such a cute assistant to play with?
Why does Vox pay more attention to you than Val?
Vox usually ignores such comments.
Nights are just different with you there...
The TV really is infatuated, isn't he?
This is what I mean by messy.
Your "relationship" with Vox just feels a lot like possession.
Y'know... just without the soul deal.
Vox originally never considered making a deal with you for your soul.
You're an assistant... not someone trying to get power...
This... is a massive oversight...
Because this slip up is what allows Vox to lose you.
Vox has always been smothering and controlling... but when Alastor comes into the picture?
I feel like he'd get worse.
Alastor and Vox have always been big rivals.
So when Vox realizes Alastor is back... You're called a lot more often.
The obsession is... too overwhelming past a certain point.
Nights with Vox go from pleasing/needed relief... to too rough and intense.
Not only that but you're never allowed to do anything alone.
Vox has you practically glued to his hip, awake and asleep.
He's more possessive and you can tell if you work under him any longer... You doubt you'll have a chance to escape later.
This leads to you being driven away from your job at VoxTek.
And... considering how the hotel starts putting fliers up in Season 2... Maybe you go there for help?
Which, unfortunately... gets you involved with a new issue.
Alastor.
Alastor originally comes off as helpful when you meet him.
Although... he may just be intrigued due to the VoxTek uniform on your person....
You had somehow managed to sneak out of Vee territory to come here for help?
Well... How could he pass up such an opportunity to mess with Vox?
You do end up making a deal with Alastor here... It's a simple one.
You ask for protection, you ask to stay at the hotel as long as you play whatever role is asked of you... and in return you'll give your soul.
This is because at the time... you thought your soul would be safer with Alastor than Vox.
Which nowadays... isn't necessarily true.
You've simply traded owners now.
But at least Alastor isn't one to try and seduce you all the time when he's stressed.
No, in fact, with Alastor he mostly wants you to entertain him in conversation.
Sure, at times he's sadistic, but most Sinners are to a degree.
Instead of wearing the blue attire you normally wore for Vox... You're dressed in red and black.
You're protected from cameras capturing you and given protection by Alastor.
You're owned by Alastor... but he's less touchy and smothering.
There's times the radio demon feels... oppressive... but he respects your mutual dislike of Vox.
Plus... Alastor is just happy to steal one of Vox's favorite toys.
Vox... naturally notices nearly immediately.
Vox doesn't normally like to let you out of his sight... but he's been occupied with smearing the hotel.
Unfortunately... this becomes his downfall.
You disappear and Vox is a stressed mess.
Eventually in Season 2 he is invited by Charlie to the hotel with Velvette.
He's still stressed... yet freezes when he notices you're here.
Not only that... but you're in an entirely different attire... and something feels wrong.
"YOU."
The boom of his voice is enough to make you, Charlie, and everyone else jump.
"WHY... THE FUCK... ARE YOU HERE!?"
You immediately shrink when Vox steps closer, frustration and... something else in his gaze...
Like he still feels obsessed with you even now.
"I've been looking everywhere for you... and you run off to THIS place? What are you even hoping for, huh? To be redeemed?"
Vox's voice is taunting... as though to mask how hurt he actually is towards you.
It's then he reaches out to grab your arm.
"Yeah, no... You're coming back with me. Did you really think you can just up and leave me—"
"And yet they did, hm?"
Vox freezes, screen flickering as he realizes whose voice that is.
It's then Alastor himself shows up from the shadows, grinning smugly when he sees Vox's expression
"What the Hell do you want?"
"Well... I couldn't help but notice you were touching what's mine, hm~? In my turf too...."
Vox's screen glitches.
"YOURS? What makes you think they're yours—!? They've ALWAYS been MINE."
It's then Alastor chuckles... all before snapping his fingers to materialize the green leash on your neck.
"Finders keepers, Vox~"
"You son OF A BITCH—!"
Vox then grabs you, pulling you close as he glares down at you.
"You think this little trick of yours is going to work, huh? I'll find a way to DRAG you back home before I ever give you up... You're MINE, got that, sweetheart?"
It's then Alastor growls, yanking the leash back before standing in front of Vox.
"I'd like to see you try... should've leashed this one before they ran off, hm~?"
After that... the plan to prove redemption to Vox kind of falls apart....
You feel horrible, frequently apologizing to Charlie for all the trouble you've caused once Vox is dragged out of the building, forced not to make a scene.
Charlie on the other hand is... more just concerned for your safety due to how volatile the two Overlords are.
Alastor... just looks like a smug cat, disappearing your leash before leaning his lanky body against you.
"Well I've certainly got my work cut out for me, don't I, darling~? Don't worry... he's too confident for his own good..."
Alastor's claws then dig into your hip
"I assure you... I won’t be letting go of what's mine~"
I imagine things would continue to grow more intense during the events of Season 2.
Which could provide some interesting experiences... especially since Alastor allows himself to be captured by Vox later.
So maybe Vox would order Alastor to summon you... leading to Vox finally being able to have you again.
Similar to the Valentino and Vox scene in S2... Vox probably does do that to you in front of Alastor as a way to get back at him.
It's petty... immature... and definitely something that makes Alastor's blood boil.
But to Vox it would be euphoric... because while his rival might have your soul...
Vox still loves the idea of claiming everything else
Alastor is forced to relent and let Vox toy with you, ears back as Vox acts all affectionate.
Vox taunts you both, saying he knew he'd get you back in his arms eventually.
Eventually Vox will find a way to break your contract... he knows it... he just needs to keep looking.
Although, due to how Season 2 ends... there's really only one way this ends.
Once Vox is taken down, you belong to Alastor in the end.
Hopefully Alastor treats you better than Vox, yeah...?
eunseok means business! he has taken it upon himself to be reader's anchor through heartbreak.
beware: oral sex (fem receiving), a little fingering too, bad boy trying to use pirated websites. also reader cannot stop lying.
part 1 part 2
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it's been a few days since your first encounter with eunseok. you did not contact him, as you assumed you would. there was just no reason to. the guy you were talking to was erased from your memory the second eunseok hypnotized you, with the spinning of his basketball.
and, to be fair, that was a friday night. you had two days to overthink your interaction with eunseok before being thrown into another busy week. you had no time to dwell on your failed situation-ship, or your failed attempt at slipping into a new one.
whenever you had a moment of dull peace, your mind would drift back to eunseok. your life has been bland and disappointing lately, and he never specified that you should only seek him out when you're sad. you want him to distract you, and that's enough.
it's the middle of the week when you decide to send eunseok a message. you're stuck on campus, looking for ways to kill the two-hour gap between lectures other than working on your assignments.
hey
a few minutes go by. you receive a response.
Hey
you decide to leave him hanging, just a bit, before texting back. your phone vibrates a while later. another message from him.
U been good?
embarrassingly enough, this takes you by surprise. you don't recall the last time a guy dared to double-text you.
you prepare to type out a truthful response, something along the lines of 'yeah', 'kinda', or maybe 'nothing excites me anymore. but i think you could save me, eunseok. how about this: i will watch you toss around your stupid basketball, i'll cheer you on (always), we'll fuck occasionally, we can hang out occasionally too.'
but then you stop and think. you don't know eunseok's intentions at all. he never hinted at desiring anything romantic, hell, even platonic. he probably just feels bad for you. he gave you his number so that you'd have a digital shoulder to cry on. but you want to talk to him. you want him to keep responding to you, until you're the one who ends up leaving him on delivered, ending your nothing-ship. in order for this to play out, you lie. you hope he keeps his word.
not rly :(
he responds almost immediately.
Wanna c something cool?
before you can type out an answer, you see two videos pop up under his message, waiting to be loaded and watched.
the first video plays and it's just him doing basketball tricks on an empty court. you're not complaining. but god, is this going to be an ongoing thing? his way of distracting you is showing off his basketball skills, that you can't even appreciate with your lack of knowledge regarding the sport. you don't load the second video, assuming it's basically the same thing. you reply with a vague praise.
over the span of two weeks, you've been able to keep in touch with him. barely, but just enough. your conversations are short and superficial. you tell him you're sad, he never asks why. you believe he assumes it's still because of the guy you were whining about. he either responds with questions regarding your plans for the day, motivational quotes copy-pasted from google, or short clips of him doing anything involving that damn basketball.
you've grown to enjoy the videos. your favorite part is when the video only has a few seconds remaining. he jogs towards the camera, crouching down and hogging the whole frame as he reaches out to grab his phone. you're finally able to see his face clearly, sometimes he's a bit out of breath, if you're lucky. grinning as he gives you a thumbs-up through the screen.
you realize you know nothing about him other than his name and his obvious love for sports. you don't return his questions often but when you do, he responds as vaguely as possible.
one day, you're wandering through your school's halls, waiting for eunseok to call you since he said he would, claiming he feels too lazy to type. your phone vibrates as his contact invades your screen. you accept the call.
"hello?" you call out.
"hey." the same voice that disturbed you not long ago, now has you feeling antsy through the phone.
"i forgot you're a real person." you say whatever comes to mind.
you hear him chuckle. "yeah. i forgot what your voice sounds like."
"well, we only talked for like an hour."
"you had a lot to say," before you can comment on that, he asks, "what are you doing?"
"nothing. two-hour gap again like last week. what about—" you pause when the sound of roaring wind floods your speakers. "where are you?"
"outside."
"doing what?"
"nothing," he brushes off, "what were you gonna say?"
just like that, he keeps drawing a line between you two. but the line is always right by his feet, while you stand well back from it, leaving space for everything you've already told him about yourself. he makes sure you're the main topic of every conversation. you think maybe he's just a closed off person. it's only been two weeks after all, and you guys haven’t actually talked as much as it feels like you have.
but it doesn't matter. eunseok isn't your friend. in his head, he's a soldier on a mission. he wants to help you get over your conniving, betraying situation-ship!
and if that entails stealthily flexing his arms in every video he sends you, then so be it.
you're itching to see him again. the videos and short calls aren't cutting it.
therefore, you decided to invite him over to watch a movie. stating your roommate won't be home that evening, so you'll be lonely. plus, you'll be able to watch it on the television in your living room, without her intruding presence. horniness aside, you genuinely wanted to watch this movie.
of course, he agreed.
the day rolls around, hours before your plans with him, and you're exhausted. the few days leading up to this very moment have completely burned you out. whether it was coursework, the sudden drop in temperature outside, or just the constant lack of mental stimulation in your day-to-day life. even the usual excitement when eunseok would text you wasn't enough to jolt you awake. you want to see him, but you also want to maintain your image. by now, he's probably used to your nonstop rambling, even when you start by saying that you're feeling upset. that's what he expects, you think. but in this checked-out state, you're afraid you'll just bore him.
you can't cancel on him the day of, just because you're feeling tired and unsure about how you'll present yourself. you decide to call him, with no scripted excuse, relying on your brain to come up with something as he picks up.
"hey. you just couldn't wait, huh?"
"yeah, hey," you pace back and forth in the living room as you try to think. "turns out my roommate is actually gonna be home. she probably won't agree on staying in her room 'cause we've been arguing lately. so, yeah."
"that's fine. i don't mind her being there. or joining."
you bite your lip in annoyance. "yeah, but i do. she'll probably just like, lurk there, because she knows it'll piss me off." you reason.
it's silent for a few seconds before you hear him, "okay.." you swear you can hear the cogs in his brain turning. "why don't we watch it in your room?"
you pause. "uh, i wanted to watch it on the big screen. in the living room."
"do you have a laptop?" you can't tell if he really can't take a hint or if he's just eager to come over and watch this movie with you, for some reason. you don't mind, but you just don't want to be perceived tonight.
it goes quiet again when you wonder whether your bed is big enough for the both of you to lounge comfortably.
"i could bring my laptop. my screen is pretty big." he suggests.
you suppress the irritated groan threatening to leave your throat, humming as you consider it.
"alright, yeah. bring your laptop," you give in. you don't have it in you to be straightforward. "please."
"okay," you can hear a smile in his tone. probably at your sudden politeness. "i'll see you."
"bye." you hang up. this was a waste of time.
you're, once again, pacing back and forth, by the door now. eunseok will be here any second. you feel rather anxious.
you hear a knock and open the door. eunseok stands tall before you. this is your first time seeing his face in normal lighting. you stare up at him and count to three in your head, any more than four seconds of staring would be weird. you went overboard and stared for five.
"you're here."
"i'm here. he's here too." only then, you notice eunseok holding an abnormally wide laptop in his arms, when he raises it slightly to get your attention.
"you carried it like that the whole way?" you ask as you step aside and pull the door open wider.
eunseok steps in. "wouldn't really fit in my backpack. it'd look like i'm smuggling a pizza box or something."
you chuckle as you close the door behind him. he's now standing in your living room, waiting for further instructions and observing your living space before you lock him away in your room forever.
"wait. i'm gonna see if we have popcorn."
you're about to leave him standing when he quickly asks, "where's your room?"
you point down the hallway, directly at your bedroom's door.
for a moment, you contemplate telling him that your roommate ended up going out, as originally planned, and you can have the living room to yourselves. but when you make your way to the bedroom, you see him already sat on the edge of your bed, the device balanced on his lap as he clicks away at the keyboard.
he notices you standing in the doorway, empty handed. "no popcorn?"
"no," you step in further and close the door behind you. "unless you want it expired."
his eyes flicker between you and the screen, "i think i'm good."
you can't help but smile at his serious expression. he almost looks frustrated. he looks up to find you watching him.
"the quality sucks on all these sites. you just had to pick a new movie."
"you're pirating this? i pay a good amount of money for these subscriptions. just let me log in." you sit beside him, pulling the laptop from his lap onto yours.
meanwhile, he gets up and wanders around the small space of your room. you see him touching random things on your desk. "my mom had one just like this at home," his fingers brush your salt lamp. "i always wanted to lick it but she wouldn't let me."
'at home' sounds so foreign coming from him. you assumed he didn't have a home. that he just lives on an empty basketball court and dribbles, day and night. it all sounds foreign, being the first personal detail he's ever told you.
half an hour later, you're both situated on your bed, backs leaning against the wall. his legs completely stretched out, almost hanging off the edge. the laptop propped on a pillow that rests between his knees, angled towards you.
this movie sucks. at first, you blamed yourself for zoning out. the man that's been consuming your mind lately is sprawled out on your bed, two centimeters away from you. he looks good. he smells good. you're to blame. but even when you tried to be invested in whatever was going on in front of you, you got bored.
you were snapped out of your daze when eunseok clicked the space bar, the sound of dialogue coming to an abrupt stop.
you look at him in confusion.
"are you bored?" he asks.
"no, i'm watching."
"every time i look over, you're staring at the wall."
"oh."
he stretches forward, grabbing the laptop from between his legs and setting it down on the ground. then tossing the pillow towards the edge of the bed.
"you don't wanna watch?" you quietly ask, feeling like you've done something wrong. you watch him turn himself and scoot to sit in front of you. folding his legs to mimic your cross-legged position.
his firm expression contrasts with his gentle tone when he speaks, "how was your week?"
you stare into his eyes as he inspects you.
"it was fine. just tiring."
he hums in acknowledgment as his gaze drops from your eyes down to your hands, fingers scrunching the hem of your hoodie. "you seem distracted."
"isn't that what you're here to do?" you ask. your voice coming out breathier than you'd intended.
"but you're thinking of other things," he reaches over your folded legs, into the small circle they form, his hand landing unbelievably close to your scrunched ones. his palm open, prompting you to take it. "what are you thinking about?"
your breath hitches at the sudden movement. your brain begins to stir for a response. "i've had a lot of work to do," you mindlessly unclench the fabric and gently take his hand into both of yours. "i'm just a little stressed out."
he hums again. pushing you to continue.
you look down at your own hands, pulling his fingers opposite directions as if they're fighting over who gets to hold him. "i don't know. sorry i'm all gloomy."
he watches over you intently. he's sure he even saw your lips form a small pout. "don't be sorry," you're accepting of his comfort, so he brings his other hand to rest on your knee, fingers tracing it. "that's what i'm here for, right?"
you freeze at the sudden physical contact. all your confidence is out the window.
you glance at his hand on your knee, then back at his face, your eyes meeting. he looks serious. like he's trying to get a point across.
you just nod.
"can i distract you?"
your brain short circuits. you're not sure what he means. it sounds suggestive, but maybe that's because you see everything about him that way.
suddenly you're hyper-aware of everything. you can hear the faint blow of the wind outside. the low scratch of eunseok's fingertips on your knee. it's too much.
"i don't have a ball for your tricks. is an apple big enough?" you joke, trying to ease the tension. you immediately regret it.
his expression mellows out, a faint smile breaking through as his eyes soften. "i have a different method."
you track how his eyes scan down to your lips. naturally, your eyes drift down to his, too.
his hand on your knee reaches up to hold your cheek. he leans in closer to your face, giving you a few seconds to decide if you want to back away.
when you don't, he softly presses his lips against yours. he's so gentle, you can barely register the feeling. he presses in a little deeper. your fingers tighten around his hand, you almost forgot you were still holding it.
when you realize you're unmoving, you pull away for a split second, angling your head and leaning back in. the kiss is slow, and overly affectionate, in your opinion. it feels innocent, like you're both just trying to adjust to this new territory.
you let go of his hand, finally. placing one on his shoulder while the other rests on the sheets beside his thigh. he can tell you're more eased now, already feeling victorious. his hand glides from your cheek down to your jaw, gripping it lightly in an attempt to open your mouth wider. you oblige. he pulls away slightly, wiping his tongue over your bottom lip before sliding it into your mouth.
quickly, the kiss gets sloppy and you can't stand the heat. you break the kiss, reaching for the hem of your hoodie to pull it off, leaving you in a tank top. the second you toss it aside, eunseok is already looming over you on his knees. one hand on your waist while the other holds the side of your neck. as he leans in, you pull at his shoulders. his lips land on your jaw, starting out with soft kisses just like before. when he hears you sigh contently, he allows himself to part his lips. he slowly trails open-mouthed kisses down to your neck. his lips sealing around your skin, drawing just enough to avoid leaving a mark. your bothered exhales motivate him to continue. you claw at his shoulders when you feel his teeth graze your sensitive skin.
he just wants to make you feel better. he has no plans to, god forbid, leave visual evidence of his help. but when he hears you breathe out a quiet 'more', he can only obey. his teeth drag down to the crook of your neck, nibbling then gliding his tongue over the reddening area.
you can't help the whimper that leaves your mouth. your face immediately heats up. at that, his thumb strokes your waist, as if he's letting you know you're free to make noise. it's encouraged, even. he repeats the action down to your collarbone, earning loud sighs and whines you fail to hold back.
you're becoming painfully aware of the growing ache between your thighs. you instinctively uncross your legs, bending your knees as your feet plant on the bed. while you move, your knees bump his chest lightly, causing him to scoot back.
he rests back on his heels, taking in your flushed state. you stare at him with glossy eyes, expectantly.
"i want more." you mumble as you spread your legs, sliding them down just enough for eunseok to be positioned in between.
he nods as he leans forward, reaching for your thighs to pull you closer, sinking you lower on the bed.
he palms your upper thighs as he bows to kiss your clothed stomach. he pulls the fabric just above your belly button, leaving wet pecks all over. his fingers tug at the waistband of your sweats when he looks up at you for confirmation. you don't know who to thank for sending eunseok your way, allowing you to see him from this angle, kneeling between your legs. but you're more than grateful.
you give him a nod and he pulls them down to your ankles, then off completely.
his eyes are fixed on your core. they drag up to yours when he begins to ask, "can i—" you immediately nod. he looks down to hide his grin, "m'kay."
he grazes your clothed heat with his knuckle, the thin fabric sticking to your folds as it absorbs your wetness.
"so wet," you hear him whisper, as if it was only meant for him to hear. "don't want you feeling uncomfortable." his fingers latch onto the band of your underwear, eyes flicking up to your face as he slowly pulls them down past your knees.
your lower half is bare before him. in a situation like this, you'd normally feel shy. especially with someone you barely know, like eunseok. but you're so desperate for relief right now, you couldn't care less.
his eyes bore into your center. you're not sure if he's planning his next move or if he's about to ditch your "distraction".
you open your mouth to say something, when he ducks down into your heat, kissing your slit. you gasp loudly at the sudden act, goosebumps spreading over your whole body.
he looks up at you for a second to ensure you're okay. his lips glossy with you. what a sight. you nod for him to continue.
his tongue darts out, flatly licking your wetness before his palms spread your thighs further. he leaves a kiss directly on your clit, causing you to gasp again.
he's basking in your reactions, like they're his greatest achievements.
he kisses you slowly, letting his jaw drop gradually until his tongue darts out once again, lapping at your cunt.
one of your hands gripping the sheets while the other goes to his head, fingers threading through his hair. "fuck, eunseok." you sigh, letting your head fall back.
he eats you sloppily, a mix of his drool and your arousal dripping down his chin and onto your sheets.
he retreats, breathing heavily.
"eunseok" you whine. you fight the urge to tug at his hair and pull him back in.
all the complaints on the tip of your tongue disappear the moment eunseok slips a finger in your wetness. you let out a moan when he rubs your clit with just the right amount of pressure. he changes the speed every time you get quiet, trying to draw different sounds out of you.
while he works you with his finger, he kisses the plush inside of your thigh. "you're not thinking of him, right?" he mumbles against you.
you can barely make out his words, mostly feeling the tickle of his breath against your skin.
when you don't respond, he withdraws his finger and asks clearly. "who are you thinking about?"
you crane your head down to look at him, confused about the sudden question. you have no idea why he's asking, and who else you could possibly be thinking about right now.
you aren't thinking at all, actually. your brain has been shut off ever since he put his lips on you.
"no one."
he knows you're telling the truth because of your dazed expression. your pupils are blown out and you're subconsciously gripping his hair out of impatience. you don't have it in you to lie right now.
he smiles lazily, nodding to himself. "that's good."
eunseok chuckles when you let out a frustrated groan. he doesn't keep you waiting another second before his mouth is on you again. when you feel his tongue glide over your pulsing entrance, you pull him impossibly closer. you feel him prodding your heat, tongue swirling wherever he can reach. your back immediately arches, hips jerking like you don't know what to do with yourself. you feel like every single nerve in your body is on fire. his tongue works you slowly as you rut against his mouth. "eunseok, please." whiny pleads fall from your lips, repeatedly. you're not sure what exactly you're begging for, but eunseok gives it to you every time.
you're making a mess of his hair, strands wrapped around your fingers. when you grip them harshly, unintentionally, he groans into you. it's the first noise you've heard from him, and it sends a jolt of excitement through your body. when he feels your thighs twitch around him, he knows you're getting close. or at least, that he's doing a phenomenal job. when you wrap your legs around his neck, he keeps a grip on your outer thigh, trying to retain some form of control. his other hand reaches for your lower stomach, grasping at the soft flesh.
his tongue teases at your hole, gliding down occasionally to circle your sensitive clit. the stimulation is too much, but so good at the same time.
your hips rock against his face, you feel like you're losing control. "eunseok" you pant. you don't have to say anything, he already knows. your hips jerk faster, as eunseok works hard to get you there. he's so determined, the lack of oxygen in his lungs doesn't cross his mind. you shudder when he presses his palm into your lower abdomen, legs locking around his head as you come undone, a guttural moan leaving you. you're practically seeing stars when eunseok continues lapping up your release, the grip on his head loosening as your whole body goes limp. you're laying on your back with your eyes closed, panting heavily.
you almost forget he's there until you no longer feel his warmth on you, the sound of his unsteady breathing overlapping yours.
you prop yourself up on your elbows, stealing a glance at him. he's already looking at you, his lips quirking up weakly as he shifts to sit up. his chest rising and falling.
he's glistening, from the strands of hair clinging to his face down to the damp collar of his shirt.
"how do you feel?" his voice is barely stable.
you tilt your head, letting it rest on your shoulder as you give him a sheepish smile. "you're really good."
he huffs out a laugh. "i'm really good?" he beams, emphasizing the 'really'.
"i guess." you don't want to boost his ego more than you already have. you playfully nudge his thigh with your foot, stretching your arms out to lie flat on the bed again.
it's not even in question that political climate has changed radically since 2021-2022 (when iwtv s1 was in production). and to pretend that political and cultural shift of the last few years didn't affect the art created during current period of time, and produced by amc of all companies would be very counterproductive. many things have changed since s1 of iwtv, and probably the most glaring was the change in attitude towards characters (and actors) of color.
but i also often hear that tvl "is more queer than ever", which to me sounds like... effective marketing lol. because tvl is definitely trying to sell itself as more "white queer" on social media, something that is accepted as "default" depiction of queerness to a lot of people, and something that predominantly queer fandom would relate to more readily. but my question is: does this reflect the truth of the show?
the answer to that would be very complicated. you can show queerness in a lot of ways! many of my favorite works of fiction i consider "queer media" don't even focus on explicit queer relationships. and maybe it's a philosophical question really, so i'll leave it for another time (and to other, smarter people than me). so instead we'll focus on what i initially wanted to explore - how the shift in cultural and political climate has changed things for tvl in comparison to iwtv?
and well, probably the first thing that gets censored in times when queerness is under political scrutiny is depiction of sexual and romantic intimacy between characters of the same gender. and again, i'm not gonna say that depiction of intimacy is the only metric by which queerness in art should be judged. it's not a metric of quality either. it's just something that tends to be put on the cutting room floor before anything else. and since iwtv was famous for its bravery in focusing on gay gothic romance in the first season, i wanna see how things have changed.
so i decided to count. i'll try to do simple math: how much screentime was dedicated to homosexual intimacy in iwtv and tvl respectively.
again, what i'm gonna count by "queer intimacy" in this post? obviously the term is much bigger than its purpose here. we could say: since technically pretty much all the main characters in the show are queer, it means all intimate scenes are queer as well. all lestat's relationships are queer because he's a queer person. so instead of using broader meaning, we'll look back at our goal again: what kind of "normal" intimacy general cishet audience would find the most uncomfortable to watch? the answer is obvious: when it's intimacy between characters of the same gender and/or includes textually trans characters. the nuances won't matter for general cishet audience.
i'm gonna count what i'd call "explicit" but not necessary in a sense of "sexual". basically, when in comes to this show, it's gonna be depiction of non-platonic intimacy between characters of the same gender that can't be explained as platonic by most viewers (we won't pay attention to the most delusional outliers). in simple words: kissing, having sex, touching or cuddling in the way that's undeniably romatic or sexual. i decided to exclude scenes where lestat gets naked in front of someone because it could be ignored depending on the viewer lol. i also didn't count erotic blood drinking, but counted touching and caressing before it.
anyway, let's count scene-by-scene! and i'm apologizing in advance for how i measure the screentime, because it's gonna be using the timer on my phone lol.
iwtv s1:
overview on queer rep: louis' and lestat's relationship is explicitly romantic and sexual (as well as referred to as marriage a couple of times), which wasn't confirmed in the first book. louis is gay and not bisexual as he was in the book (meaning all of his romantic chemistry is with male characters). there's a lot of casual intimacy between louis and lestat. daniel is hinted to be bisexual. in the end of the season louis describes armand as "the love of his life".
ep1 the moment lestat touches louis, louis sucking on lestat's thumb - 0:04
ep1 sex from the moment louis kisses lestat - 1:05
ep1 louis and lestat post-coital bliss, touching and looking at each other - 0:25
ep2 (*edit) lestat cradling louis' head as they drink from ernesto - 0:12
ep3 lestat touching louis neck and lips - 0:06
ep3 loustat short kiss 0:04
ep3 jonah and louis kissing and having sex - 1:00
ep3 lestat holding louis' hand and touching his chin - 0:05
ep4 lestat touching louis' shoulder tenderly in the car - 0:03
ep4 lestat climbing into louis' coffin (cuddling and kissing noises) - 0:12
ep6 loustat angry sex - 0:10
ep6 lestat playing with louis' hair and cuddling before bed - 0:12
ep6 loustat sex while louis has mental convo with clauidia - 0:39
ep7 loustat cuddling and kissing before bed - 0:15
ep7 loustat dancing like a couple and kissing (counting the whole scene because it's framed as rebellious act) - 1:13
in total: 6 minutes 02 seconds
iwtv s2:
overview on queer rep: louis and armand's relationship is explicitly romantic and sexual. claudia is attracted to women and has some kinda companionship with madeleine. louis is interested in casual gay sex, is cruising in the parks, visiting gay bars in san francisco. most of the characters in tdv are hinted to be bisexual. lestat and armand had sexual relationship in 18th century.
ep1 dreamstat caressing louis' face before he bites - 0:13
ep1 louis kissing armand in bed as a thank you - 0:01
ep1 loumand caressing each other knees/shoulders when they sit together (not gonna count every instance, only the first one which was the most obvious and couple-y) - 0:12
ep2 (*edit) armand caressing louis' hand as they remember their first meeting - 0:02
ep3 lestat kissing and stroking armand's arm before he bites - 0:08
ep3 armand caressing lestat' face before he bites - 0:20
ep3 lesmand balcony scene, touching and kissing - 0:38
ep3 louis kissing dreamstat, touching etc before he kills him - 0:22
ep3 loumand first kiss - 0:25
ep4 loumand short i-love-you kiss and touching - 0:05
ep6 face down in the coffin scene - 0:08
ep6 shut-up loumand kiss - 0:13
ep6 judas' kiss - 0:01
ep7 here's your death lestat kiss - 0:17
in total: 3 minutes 5 seconds
tvl s1:
overview on queer rep: gabriella is not gnc like she was in the books, she's hyperfemme cis woman instead. the closest thing to any kinda gender commentary about her is her saying that she's no longer a woman in the context of her becoming a vampire (which is ambiguous, considering louis says pretty much the same thing in s1: "i wasn't a man anymore"). lestat has a lot of casual sex with people of all genders, though m/f scenes take the most screentime. lestat and nicki have romantic and sexual relationship in 18th century. some of lestat's band members & entourage are ambiguously bisexual.
ep1 lestat kisses the random male groupie on his tour bus - 0:02
ep1 larry kissing doped-out lestat (should I count this? it was a bit uhh) - 0:02
ep1 baby jenks and dee kissing and touching each other - 0:05
ep1 flashbacks to s1&2 and nickistat (hard to count but let's say around 7 sec) - 0:07
ep1 lestat and bellboy kissing/having sex in the elevator - 0:03
ep2 gabriella kissing and touching a female stripper - 0:03
ep3 flashbacks to nickistat sex - 0:04
ep5 regina and fake!madeleine kiss (on screen) - 0:04
ep6 (*edit) loustat touching pinkies new edition - 0:04
in total: 34 seconds
if i missed something, please reply to this post, i'll add it in. for now the numbers seem damning, but i wanna be more or less fair for the sake of this comparison, so let me know!
synopsis : the daily shenanigans of life with enha, as the 8th female member ! i’ll be doing little blurbs or oneshots and possibly try smau’s if i can!
includes : ✑ enha being idiots, random shit, [name] as an idol with enhypen, etc. obviously she’ll have her own room and stuff, etc. this probably won’t be a slow-burn, maybe rushed, maybe some members already have feelings, who knows!
reader calls the members ‘hyung’ despite being female, because the company makes her do so as ‘oppa’ is typically for romantic partners or close relationships with the men, etc. it’s supposed to express a platonic relationships between them so fans don’t ship them or get angry at the mixed gendered group. because it’s a requirement to do so in public, she does so at home too!
i understand that “oppa” can be used for brotherly purposes as well so i suppose i could’ve used that term, but since reader is around the same age, the members may interpret it as romantical
and my purpose for NOT using oppa, is because i want to have it be used in the future as their relationship builds.
ex. “[Name]~, how come you refer to Heeseung-hyung as ‘oppa’ and not me?” Jake pouts as he wraps his arms around you. You give a shy smile towards the aussie and hug his arm. “Heeseung-oppa asked me to..” but Jake frowns further and nudges his nose into the crook of your neck from behind. “Hey.. call me that too, okay?.. even if not in public,” his grip tightens on you. “call me that too.” You blink, a bit confused at his tone before you quietly murmur, your cheeks dusted pink. “..Oppa.. you can let go of me now.” When you refer to him with that title, his grip suddenly loosens and his breath stop, and he hides his face further in your neck, preventing you from seeing his flush. “again.”
however this will be a romantic series!
“One, Two, Connect! Hello, we are Enhypen!”
"It would be our little secret. No one has to know, but us, and that's all that matters, right?" Heeseung murmurs into your ear, his lips brushing against it with a kiss.
"I'll make sure no one ever finds out about us. You can trust me. I'll love you behind the cameras." Jay promises, arms around you as he pulls you to his chest, petting your hair.
"We'll make it work, right? We always will, so don't worry. Whatever happens, I'll protect you." Jake gives his signature puppy smile, fingers intertwining with yours.
"I shouldn't feel this way, but it's different with you.. So let me love you. I don't care what anyone says." Sunghoon's eyes are soft yet downcast, as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead.
"I know it's wrong.. I know what will happen if this gets out, but why does it feel so right when I'm with you?" Jungwon lets his eyes flutter shut while his lips meet the back of your hand.
"I just want to be with you, more than just as members or anything." Sunoo leans down, pressing his lips to your cheek to kiss lightly. "Believe me."
"You can keep a secret, can't you? I know you want this too. So. just trust me." Niki can't help but cup your face, hands holding your cheek as he kisses you deeply.
The seven of them can’t help but stand before you with hope, warmth and affection laced in their eyes.
"I love you, [Name]."
BREAKING NEWS : [Name] [Lastname] from ENHYPEN, DATING A MEMBER RUMORS?
ALBUM TITLE : Life W/ Enha
Track One : A Typical Night
Track Two : Fainting on Stage
Track Three : Enha Trip : Day One
Track Four : Enha Trip : Day Two
Track Five : Getting Into an Intense Argument
Track ??? : Interviews
to be written..
A/N: so i hope you guys are looking forward to this. i obviously might get some stuff wrong or something, im a somewhat new engene, and i know ill get some flame for this too but this is just fun fluff stuff.. so dont take it personally ! <3
this will include blurbs, oneshots, smaus (maybe), scenarios with each member or some members or all members, like their reactions to you with saesangs or fans who accuse you of things, etc. and will gradually reach romance with all of them, some faster than others!
if you have thoughts or suggestions, feel free to share ! if anything that is insulting or rude, then please refrain from commenting it.
not proofread! i changed the intro :P if you saw the old intro, you didnt.
