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I finally listened to Hadestown! 🎉
Starting with the Original Cast Recording, ‘cause might as well do it in release order. Loved it! Groovy music. Snickered. Cried. Wrote down my reaction as I went, so if you're chill with rambled thoughts and observations, here you go lol
(Soz for any typos, I was touch typing most of the time, and I've edited it but probs missed stuff)
Road to Hell (Live)
Oh it’s JAZZY. Huh. Didn't expect that, but I am living.
I like how at the start they’re simulating a train’s chugging.
Those call and response harmonies tho *chef's kiss*
Kinda reminds me of Udad.
Oh that’s Hermes!
“It’s a sad song” he says, while singing the boppiest of bops.
I like that “suitcase full of summertime” line.
“About someone... who tries.” Oho, we’re gettin into it now! *rubs hands together*
Also, I completely get now why Jorge said that first draft of EPIC: The Musical Hermes was like Hadestown.
Livin' It Up on Top (Live)
That’s a smooth transition👌
Persephone’s voice is really cool. Kinda rough texture?
Oh I didn’t realise Persephone and Hades would be having a turbulent relationship in this.
Oooh Orpheus’ voice is smooth.
They’re all so happy huh. Welp, you know there’s gonna be a crash in their future.
Orpheus seems really grateful for Persephone’s... graciousness? When he said that she'll always fill their cups and they'll raise them to her and stuff. Theory: either she’ll have a soft spot for him later, or he’ll feel betrayed and blindsided by the more cold side of her later.
All I've Ever Known (Live)
I don’t know anything about Eurydice, but is this her song?
Ah yeah Orpheus is singing, so it must be.
Oop. Foreshadowing.
Way Down Hadestown (Live)
Hermes is back!
“Bored to death” HA
“Graveyard” wow the puns/metaphors are going hard XD
I can’t tell who’s singing lmao. This is like when I listened to Hamilton for the first time. I’ll need lyrics, or familiarity RIP
The coins as the percussion/tambourine is a nice touch.
Hades’ voice is DEEP.
They haven’t mentioned gods yet, I don’t think? Just the Fates, right? It sounds more like a mining operation metaphor for mythos right now, hmm.
Epic II (Live)
King of diamonds and spades - like the playing card suits, but also like the mining operation.
It’s the La la la la thing from Wolfy’s animatic! Almost. A different rendition - I bet I'll hear that later 👀
Why is it called Epic II? Where’s 1? Am I missing something?
Chant (Live)
Oh they’re doing overlapping meodies!!
Ah wait this is Eurydice now, gotta go back a few seconds to catch that. I keep getting her mixed up with Persephone 😅
Oh now we’ve got Eurydice and Orpheus relationship troubles? Huh, I kinda assumed they’d be the perfect couple till her death.
And a semi callback to her song, nice.
Hay Little Songbird (Live)
DAMN his voice is deep!
Is this Eurydice??
Is- Is Hades seducing her? To work for him of smth? Ummm.
Not the canary!
That shaker sounds like a rattlesnake, and it does not bode well for a little bird.
When the Chips are Down (Live)
Oh hey I was right! It is a metaphorical rattlesnake!
Does she choose to go to the Underworld of her own volition? I thought she like- died.
Gone I'm Gone (Live)
She does??
Ouch. She sounds so resigned.
Is this a metaphor for her starving to death? Oof.
The harmonies!!
Wait for Me (Live)
“Six feet under” oh yep.
“Lay low, stay outta sight” - getting Hamilton's Stay Alive vibes.
“Don’t look back” ah. FORESHADOWING.
Ohhh the River Styx being a high wall is so smart!
“And don’t look no one in the eye” I must be too deep in the Odyssey related fandoms, because I'm seeing puns where there are none lmao
The HARMONIES!
Poor Orpheus, but I mean, he was kinda being a bit… naive? If he didn’t prepare for winter and just went off in his own head to make songs?
Why We Build the Wall (Live)
Free from who?
Enemy? 👀
(Yes, I'm aware I'm being led into asking all the questions he wants me to ask, but in my defence, it's very effective.)
Oh huh. Wasn't expecting it to be poverty, tho maybe I should've.
Him calling them “My children” plus the chanting is uh. Why does this sound like cult propaganda?
His voice sounds like the Ozymandias poem guy.
Also giving Frollo “She ran, I pursued” vocal vibes.
“Behind closed doors” - ominous.
Ha! Ok nice subversion.
Our Lady of the Underground (Live)
Persepone is a drug dealer XD
That’s a strange note on “there’s a crack in the wall”
Oh no, am I supposed to remember all these band member names? *crying*
Way Down Hadestown II (Live)
Bringing back motifs I see.
The pickaxes as percussion is cool.
Oop, Eurydice is getting a bit of a wake up call.
Chant II (Live)
Ooooh does the ‘backdoor’ Hermes meant, mean that Orpheus doesn’t have to ‘die’ to get there? ‘Cause he didn’t sign anything, which is a metaphor for him not actually being dead in the myth, so he can still leave.
“Hungry for the underworld” - the pomegranate?
And now Eurydice and Orpheus are singing half the La la la la tune each as if to each other from across the Underworld!
Ooh I LIKE those slant rhymes! "Young man, you can strum your lyre, I have strung the world in wire."
Oh this is where Orpheus sings his plea!! I know this is a thing because of Udad's Underworld Blues lol.
Epic III (Live)
The harmonies 🥺
Oh! It’s that part from Wolfy's animatic :O
I’m tearing up bro.
Just thinking that Eurydice was so upset with Orpheus for focusing on writing his song about Hades and Persephone, but it's that very song that is giving him a chance to sway Hades' mind. But on the other hand, if he'd focused less on the song, he never would've had to use it, y'know?
Word to the Wise (Live)
Ha the Fates(?) doing Hades’ inner monologue like, yeah bro u screwed yourself.
Uh oh this is probs where Hades comes up with the ultimatum. Wait no don't-
His Kiss the Riot (Live)
Those strings are creepy.
Belladonna? Oh the poisonous flower.
Did he call Orpheus the Jack of Hearts?
That acordian is awesome.
Fuck, I knew it.
He sounds like the guy who does the creepily ominous monologue in Micheal Jackson's Thriller.
Promises (Live)
Oh huh. It’s my theory from the 2nd song but it's Eurydice feeling betrayed that the world isn't always plentiful and not Orpheus?
Those strings are gorgeous!
Oh! A duet!
When the couple actually works out their shit:
“I do” omgggg!
KEEP WALKING. DONT LOOK BACK.
Wait for Me II (Live)
Aww that’s nice. Persephone and Hades are gonna try too!
Oh no not the “wait” like in Hurricane-
Doubt Come In (Live)
Oh noooooo
KEEP GOING. JUST KEEP GOING. SHE’S WITH YOU
OH NOOOO DON’T FALTER
LISTEN TO HER! HOLD ON! KEEP GOING!
... Oh god
Road to Hell II (Live)
NO THERE'S A FUCKING AD
Hermes sounds so sad but resigned. Like, 'Oh well. I knew it would turn out like this, but I'd hoped.' Which like. SAME.
The instruments stripped away so it's only silence and one voice is so good.
I can just imagine Orpheus collapsed shell shocked on stage as Hermes not unkindly pushes him to go on.
That reprise and ending is so fucking good AHHH omg no regrets. Some regrets. Whatever, it was good.
... Time to listen to it again with lyrics :D
And then I'm gonna listen to the Original Broadway Cast Recording!
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Hey awkward
TMI but i have fast food issues (makes me feel really sick and sometimes vomit) and the exception was 1 authentic Italian pizza place near by… it’s just made my guts do unspeakable things inc vomiting at half midnight…joy.
I’m mourning the loss of pizza abd felt the need to have a funeral in your ask box. Also if there’s any typos I’m not wearing my glasses as the issue woke me up soz
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Someone on Twitter asked me for this and since I suck, I’m posting it. This is for my fic Secret’s Safe With Me and it probably won’t make much sense unless you’ve read this snippet I already posted.
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On Monday morning, Louis wakes up early and puts extra effort into his outfit, even taking the time to dig the iron out of the back of the hall closet so his pants will be properly creased and his sweater won’t look like he just slept in it. He may be fired today, but at least he’ll look neat and professional doing it.
Zayn’s only half awake when Louis leaves, but he gives Louis a sleepy kiss on the cheek and wishes him luck.
Louis times his arrival at work so he’ll be walking in around 9AM alongside most of his coworkers, hoping that he can slip in largely unnoticed. Brad’s already been texting Louis for an hour telling him to keep him updated on what happens, which is only worsening Louis’ anxiety.
His plan works for the most part, though Louis still acts with extra caution by taking the eight flights of stairs up to his floor rather than risk being packed into the elevator with coworkers who might ask questions he’s never going to be ready to answer. Louis is sweating and panting by the time he makes it up all those stairs, but when he manages to get to his cubicle unnoticed, he knows he made the right call.
Louis immediately collapses into his chair, taking a moment to catch his breath. He sits there with his back tensed as he turns on his laptop, convinced that Simon or one of the other higher ups will round on him at any moment and chew him out in front of the entire floor.
After about ten minutes pass with nobody approaching Louis’ cubicle, however, he breathes a sigh of relief as he realizes everyone is too busy running around and preparing for Harry Styles’ arrival to worry about him or last week’s meeting. Louis knows this distraction will pass once Styles arrives and has been introduced to everyone, but for now, he takes the win for what it is and allows himself to relax slightly.
He’s responding to some pressing emails and adding scheduled meetings to his calendar — not that he’ll have the chance to attend them since he’ll probably be unemployed by then — when he realizes that his coworkers are still running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Everyone is frantically dusting desktops, shoving stacks of documents into drawers, triple checking that there’s paper in every printer, and restocking every type of coffee and tea you can imagine in the kitchen.
Louis glances around his own cubicle. He isn’t exactly known for his tidiness — admittedly, he’s actually better known for the tornado of a mess that he leaves behind him wherever he goes. Thankfully, his desk space is minimal considering he has both a desktop computer and a laptop, but Louis figures the least he could do while he’s still employed is make his work space look presentable for when young Mr. Styles arrives.
Louis hides his cigarettes in his desk drawer, which he should actually be doing daily since they keep going missing. Louis suspects it’s Liam who’s stealing them ever since he stopped buying them himself, trying to convince himself and everyone around him that he’s quitting any day now.
Then Louis rounds up all of his pens, shoving them carelessly into the Doncaster Rovers mug he uses to organize them, and flips his calendar to the correct month since he’s a quarter of a year behind in doing that.
There are also a ton of papers in three different tall stacks around Louis’ cubicle, including one on the floor in front of his rubbish bin, so he begins doing the quickest sort through them possible. He gets so into the task that he fails to realize when the noise and bustle all around him finally slows down. If he stopped for a moment, he would probably realize that Mr. Harry Styles has finally arrived and all of his coworkers have now transitioned into doing everything in their power to look hard at work.
It’s only when Louis hears Oli, the guy two cubicles away from him, introduce himself to someone that Louis finally stops what he’s doing long enough to recognize that he’s moments away from meeting the new CEO of Kiwi Corporation and the person who will likely decide his fate later today.
Louis wants nothing more than to lean back in his spinning chair and peek around the side of the cubicle wall to see what the new CEO looks like, but he’s an adult and doesn’t want to embarrass himself, so he resists.
“It’s lovely to meet you,” Louis hears a deep voice say. Louis freezes. It’s obviously the Styles kid’s voice and he sounds genuine enough in his pleasure at meeting Louis’ co-worker, but that’s not what catches Louis off-guard. Instead, it’s the eerie familiarity of that voice that sends a cold chill down his’ spine. Louis only heard that voice very briefly, but he’s heard echos of it in his head all weekend. He would recognize it anywhere.
Louis refuses to believe it. Sure, they have the name in common, but it’s not like Harry is an uncommon name, particularly in the UK. Louis would’ve sooner expected Prince Harry himself to show up as the new CEO of Kiwi Corp than a random man he encountered during one flight to London.
Louis takes a deep breath and counts to ten in his head, completely blocking out the conversation between Harry and Louis’ immediate cubicle neighbor after Harry moves on from Oli.
When Louis finally hears his own name, it’s not by that deep voice. Instead, it’s Simon Cowell’s annoyingly condescending tone that tries to capture his attention.
Louis inhales and exhales again slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose before finally turning his chair around. If Louis were less dramatic, he would admit that it only takes him a second to spin around and face Simon and Harry, but in the moment, it feels like it takes forever for them to meet face to face.
And of course, that’s when Louis can no longer deny the nightmare unfolding before him — a nightmare worse than one Louis’ brain could ever conjure by itself because it would seem too unrealistic.
Harry Styles, the new CEO of Kiwi Corporation and Louis’s new boss, is none other than the handsome Harry that Louis spilled all his secrets to on the plane.
An expression of surprise immediately overtakes over Harry’s face, immediately followed by an expression that’s difficult to place. The closest description of it that Louis can offer is that it’s an infuriating combination of delight and self-satisfaction.
“Louis, this is our new CEO, Mr. Harry Styles. And Mr. Styles, this is Louis Tomlinson, our marketing assistant,” Simon says snidely, looking at Louis like a bug that he’s about to crush under his shoe. Knowing Simon, that’s probably not far off from what’s about to happen. “He’s the one we’ll need to have a conversation about later.”
Louis refuses to wince at that. Instead, he gets to his feet for a proper greeting, though he avoids eye contact with Harry as he does so. He takes the opportunity to take in Harry’s outfit, which consists of a black suit that appears to have sequins on it. It’s a unique vibe for a CEO, Louis will admit, and it’s certainly worlds away from the horribly fitted and bland suits always worn by the elder Mr. Styles, but Harry pulls it off.
Once Louis is on his feet, he reaches out to shake Harry’s hand. He hopes his hand isn’t sweaty, but he figures at this point, there’s not much more he could do to embarrass himself in front of this man.
When their hands meet in a firm clasp, Louis finally looks up at Harry’s face again. Harry is giving him a smile with dimples, which makes Louis feel like someone who’s brought a butter knife to a gunfight. It’s unfair.
“Louis Tomlinson,” Louis says, his voice impressively steady considering the butterflies tearing through his gut. He also opens his mouth to say “nice to meet you” as part of the natural progression of an introduction, but since it is very much not their first meeting, Louis snaps his jaw closed.
“So nice to meet you, Louis Tomlinson,” Harry says smoothly, letting go of his hand. Louis wets his bottom lip and meets Harry’s eyes again just in time to see him wink.
Okay, so that’s how they’re going to be playing it. For now, at least. Harry is clearly not keen on making anyone else aware of the incident on the plane, though perhaps that’s only because he’s planning on using it against Louis privately or bringing it up at an opportunity for prime embarrassment later. Regardless, Louis is grateful that their previous encounter is not being called out in front of Simon right now.
“Simon,” Louis says then, nodding in the man’s direction.
“So good to see you, even after what happened Friday,” Simon says, sticking out his own hand, clearly intent on exchanging a handshake with Louis as well. Louis grits his teeth and forces a smile.
He takes a step toward Simon as he accepts the handshake, intentionally pressing his foot down on the toe of Simon’s boot in the process. Immediately, Louis’ smile widens into something more genuine.
“Only four days without me and you missed me this much,” Louis says, just as Simon cries out in pain from his toe being crushed under Louis’ foot. “Oh, sorry, Si,” Louis adds, glancing down at their feet.
“Well, I don’t want to hold you up when you have so many people to meet,” Louis says without giving Simon the chance to complain, stepping back again. When he looks back at their new CEO, Harry is biting his lip like he’s trying not to laugh. Louis’ heart thumps in his chest. “See you around, Mr. Styles.”
#feel free to ignore this#ik nobody cares and i would've posted it on cc#but it's too long#boo#also soz for any typos#drabbles#my writing
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I impulse bought sims medieval (2011) even though I really shouldn’t be spending and wasted all my free time on it so idk if I’ll be able to finish my gif in time to post today oops
P.s today is 1 month + 1 week from when I started using my acc I think! Put way too much in the tags so don’t press see all lmao (tldr I love y’all)
#so basically I’m pretty shy irl but I made my tumblr as a way to force myself out of my shell#and to be an eivwhore#so yea it’s been super scary but also rewarding#and you’re all so nice and welcoming and I just 🥺🥺🥺#I’ve seen myself get better irl too so it’s really making an impact so thanks all#I don’t always have to listen to reAssuRiNg aSMr before and after I post now!#only sometimes#big thanks to the mutuals and also everyone else#some of y’all are really a cut above the rest and are everything to me u kno who you are#if you think it might be you it’s probably you I’m very easy to impress#haven’t got any hate asks yet which is nice#<- not an invitation lmao#sorry if I get overzealous or step out of line I’m not the most experienced communicator#I wish I could use English as an excuse since i always make typos but it’s my first language lmfao even if it doesn’t feel like it#tytytytyty ;-;#also none of my friends play ac so I had no one to talk about how hot eivor is#will I finally have a comfort character in eivor after this? I sure fuckin hope so#this became a#rant#soz if u pressed read more accidentally and have to scroll through this now lmfao#I had a really long bit trying to justify how shy I was/am but fuck that#I think I’m just worried people will say I’m not shy and a fraud cuz I’m decently active here#but like trust me lol
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My brains been feeling a little hazy this week, and I’m not sure whether it’s down to being sick or it’s just another one of those times.
#🙃#yunno when you just start to question everything#and feel alone even when you are surrounded by people#i know thos stupid cold is hanging on bc my immune system is a mess#and my brain clings to any excuse to stay in bed and be miserable without anyone asking any questions#being aware of exactly whats going on almost makes me feel worse?#i wish i was in blissful ignorance but that is not how i seem to work#also i wish i could write but have yet again lost the ability#soz for typos but i cbf correcting#also snap its friday the 13th
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you know what I want?
A Stalwart Gem: The Movie. I’m tired of getting all the lil community theatre actors in my noggin together to act out the story. I, just once, wanna sit back all lazy-like, and watch it happen on the big screen.
But like…do you have any HCs or Drabble about the scene/a scene where Leto tells Jessica about his feelings for Gem?? Bc that’s one scene I think should be in the film and I’m drafting Stalwart Gem fanfic in my noggin and pls help.
I just think it’d be such an interesting scene because I wonder if they’ve discussed something like this before or if this is the first time, and it’s not like Leto can HIDE anything from her bc of his lil micro expressions of, probably; love and concern and horny, are all over his face. But was it dramatic? Was there an argument? Or was it sweet and understanding? I need to know pls- for the movie I’m about to produce.
Also congratulations on your thesis and good luck on applying for jobs. I don’t know how tf you find time to do all these things and still make us yearn and weep, but you’re amazing.
Danny Danny Danny Danny dear Danny dear sweet lovely Danny I'm so sorry this took me so long to answer!! Also thank you :) My thesis draft turned out v well and the job aplications are chugging along (though they scare me)
And can I just say that the fact that you have such interest in a Stalwart Gem and like...The sequel story form!! I still think about it!! Like it's astounding and I thank you and I adore you.
Okay I wrote, like...1k? that takes place ~the end of part one and into part two?? I hope it's sufficient! (Also it is not beta-read so if there are typos....Soz)
It starts as a sneaking suspicion.
Leto can be subtle at the best of times; his looks and actions can, at times, misdirect. They must, if he is to lead Caladan without showing all of the cards that he keeps so close to his vest.
But with her—with this new-old-arrival, this bright ‘gem’, as he’s called her—there’s something different. His looks linger on her when they’re in conversation; his eye unwittingly seeks her out when she’s nearby, but just out of sight; his lips twitch with a smile at the sound of her voice, the mention of her name.
It’s odd to Jessica—to be on the outside, and not the object of his attention. It’s foreign, and it’s uncomfortable. Jessica feels the pricking of jealousy beneath her fingertips, the lurch of her stomach when he smiles at the girl. But she knows that there’s something there that must set her off, something good. As Thufir Hawat has always told her, it's easier to be terrified by an enemy you admire.
There is something in this Gem that Leto must admire, and it must be beyond her beauty. Jessica has heard whispers from the ladies maids—whispers of nightly walks, and the possession of a kindjal and a sharp tongue. Leto and Jessica came together as a matter of necessity. Jessica doesn’t know if Leto has ever come together with anyone in a blatant matter of desire. It's new for him, something that he ought to have liberty to explore.
But the jealousy prickles, still.
When he returns one night from a walk, hair and coat dampened, a nick in his neck, she can’t help bubbling of questions—but she shuts them tightly behind her lips, watching him change and drop his wet clothes onto the hamper.
“...Where did you go?” She asks, as lightly as she can.
“Just to the river orchards.”
“Mm…” She nods, taking in his pruned skin, his naked form before she adds, “How was she?”
Leto hesitates for a moment before he tugs on a pair of loose pants, tying the chords.
“Shaken. Upset.”
It’s the confirmation she needs—it churns her stomach.
“Is it lasting, you think?” Jessica asks.
“What, specifically?”
“Your fascination.”
Leto turns to face her, eyes sweeping her face, her body, before he asks, “Are you worried?”
“Have I anything to be worried about?”
Leto lowers his head, and she can practically see the wheels turning and ruffling his dark, damp curls.
“Whatever the answer is,” Jessica adds, “Know that it changes nothing for me.”
“I do not believe that,” Leto asserts, meeting her eye again. Jessica purses her lips, considering her next words wisely.
“... You are the father of our son, you know that I care and want only the best for you. This may cause a shift, perhaps, but not a rift.”
Leto takes slow, careful steps toward the bed, lowering himself down to sit in front of Jessica. When he takes hold of her hand, it steadies and excites her as much as it did when they first met. Jessica closes both hands around his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I do not know if it is…Lasting,” Leto admits softly, eyes flitting to her face. It’s odd to see Leto nervous. She doesn’t rush to fill the silence, and instead gives him the moment or two to gather himself before he goes on:
“What I feel, it is…Different. Different from what I feel for you. You know that you will always have my devotion, my affection—”
“Yes—”
“You gave me our son, you have given me your time, your care…Your love.”
Leto’s eyes hold Jessica’s, but there’s a skittishness there.
“What I feel for her…I cannot describe it in a way that—”
“You will not upset me—”
“I can’t chance that. I won’t.”
Jessica turns her head from him, her jaw working tightly. She hears Leto sigh, sees him bow his head out of the corner of her eye.
“Do you trust me?” Jessica asks after a moment of tense quiet.
“You know I do—”
“Then trust me with this. For the sake of our partnership, trust me with this.”
She doesn’t push into his silence now, either. She knows Leto—knows that he’ll snap if she does, knows that he’ll settle if she doesn’t. This flurry of emotion is new for both of them, but they know one another.
“...I don’t know how much time that I have with her,” Leto finally says, “In the way that I know I have time with you. Until then, I…”
“You want to explore.”
“I do.” It’s said firmly, with his eyes set heavily on her. Jessica gives a slow nod, lowering her eyes to the bedspread and giving Leto’s hand a squeeze.
“Then that is what I want you to do.” She tips her head up and reaches out, thumbing the nick on his neck. “So long as she doesn’t take your head off.”
Leto hisses softly, glancing at the pinprick of blood on her forefinger as she draws her hand away.
“She was upset with you?”
“No…No, with herself. But she’s been in the center of a storm for years now. It seems easier to turn her anger outward...She will learn.”
Jessica hums thoughtfully, looking at the smudge of red on her finger.
“...Would you be terribly upset if I didn’t befriend her?” She asked lightly.
“Of course not,” Leto soothed, rubbing his hand over her thigh.
“I won’t make an enemy, mind, but—”
“I will not begrudge you distance,” Leto fills in. Jessica nods a little, lowering her gaze to her lap. Leto ducks his head, resting his forehead against hers and giving her other hand a squeeze.
“You will always have me. You must know that.”
Jessica can’t help her small smile, and she tips her head, nudging her nose against his.
“I do.”
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The next time she passes her—his gem—she finds herself slowing and holding her gaze. She sweeps her eyes along the woman’s form, meets her eyes again, and gives her a small nod.
“Come, Paul,” Jessica murmurs, carefully steering her son down the hallway.
This gem may hold Leto’s fascination for some time, but Jessica has his son, his devotion—and he will always come back to that, and to them. Let him hold this interest, this gem, for as long as it lasts.
All that glitters is not gold.
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Intoxicated | Haikyuu!! Drabble
Iwaizumi × fem!reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, raw sex, overstimulation, little bit of tears from the overstimming 🥺, a healthy sprinkling of praise kink, orgasm kink(?), relationship, he's fucking SMITTEN with you WHIPPED, drabble, also no one is actually drunk :)
A/N: The other day I said I wanted Iwa to rail me and, well, this is the product of my queasy stomach, sleep-deprived brain, and horny mind. I wrote this in, like, an hour, so soz if there are any typos. Enjoy ♡
⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️
Iwa's hands roam your exposed skin, trailing a warm path of caresses up and down your quivering body, before resting on your hips and forcing you down onto him in time with his rhythm.
His feet are flat on the floor for leverage as he bucks himself up into you, grunts, pants, and groans huffing from his lips.
He already made you cum twice before even allowing himself inside you, and now he's about to do it again, stretching your walls as he stuffs you full of his thick cock.
He rests his head in the cook of your neck, cheeks flushed, eyebrows furrowed, and a sheen of sweat forming over his skin as he allows himself to be physically and emotionally swallowed by you.
He's normally so stoic, so reserved. But right now, the way you're wet for him, the feeling of your skin as you slide against him, the shapes and contours of your body, the way you smell of sex – all of it. It has him impassioned.
He can tell how much you want him, and it's intoxicating, driving him insane. And the sounds you make as he fills you up with his cock penetrate his ears and fuel his feral state.
"So pretty...so pretty..." he hums over and over, whether his eyes are open or not.
The rough skin of his hand brushes against your jaw as he turns your face towards his and plants a messy, lustful kiss on your lips, feeling every inch of your mouth he can find, before pulling away and tugging at your lower lip with his teeth.
As your eyes lock, you can see the dilation of his pupils – immense pools of black boardered by a thin halo of melting brown.
He can't get enough. He wants to hear those pretty sounds more. He wants to feel you around him more. All he cares about making you cum, and being the one to do it.
And this needy, passionate, unravelling Iwa has you coming undone around him for a third time, waves of ecstasy pulling you under.
He holds you close to him as you whimper, spasm and whine through your orgasm, his hips finally slowing.
"That was beautiful, baby," he murmurs in your ear as you pant against his chest, and he kisses the top of your head. "Just like that. So gorgeous."
Before you've fully recovered, he gently picks you up and carries you over to the bed, where he places you down, and begins touching, kissing, and licking every inch of your body, thumbing and tweaking your pebbled nipples as he positions himself between your legs.
"Beautiful...so beautiful..." he continues to murmur, as he leans his body over yours, pressing his hips forwards. "Gotta see it again, baby."
Your insides are still raw and sensitive from the previous three orgasms, your walls still pulsing from just a moment ago as he slowly drives his cock inside you.
Bending down, he clasps the base of your jaw, kissing your lips, your neck, your chest, his eyes unable able to leave your form as his pace quickens.
It's all getting too much, your cunt's still raw, your body's on fire, your heart's pounding like a drum – and despite how good it feels, little, glistening tears bead in your lashes.
"Fuck, you're so cute," he hisses into your mouth, sucking on your swollen lips, the bed creaking beneath you with every thrust of his hips.
His thumbs smear across your cheeks, tenderly wiping away the tears. Your mind's going numb.
"Shh– you're my pretty baby," he groans. "Gotta treat you right."
The sounds your body makes every time his hips lock with yours are obscene. But to Iwa, they're heavenly. Seeing you cum for him again is his only desire. He can think of nothing else.
His cock is throbbing. The head is hitting that perfect angle inside you. You can feel your stomach tightening again already.
"You're so beautiful when you cum, baby," he whispers, his full weight bearing down on you, pressing you into the mattress.
You whimper as your hand flails and grips at the sheet, your breath hitching in your throat.
He stares down at you eagerly, drinking in the sight before him, his expression a lecherous mix of lust and love.
"You can give me another one – right, baby?"
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Violent Delights (Chapter One)
Poe x Reader
Author’s note: First Order Poe! First Order Poe! I’m not well, I wrote this quickly. Probs fulla typos, soz. Cheer me up with feedback? Have a series loosely plotted in my head.
Summary: I wrapped your love around me like a chain / But I never was afraid that it would die / You can dance in a hurricane / But only if you’re standing in the eye (Brandi Carlile, The Eye)
Warnings: First Order Poe! Blood (none of this would be healthy irl, don’t do it), pain, threat, slight injury, sexual themes. Look, it’s not super explicit but it feels quite dark so: (18+ only please) Tell me if I missed any other warnings.
The first time you saw him, you were part of a counterstrike against the First Order’s foot raid on a small market town. Your commanding officer had instructed you make a tactical sweep of the labyrinth of streets -teeming with the Order’s militia- in attempt to thin out the herd of stormtroopers on the periphery of the battle. To keep it contained. But, somehow, you ended up in the thick of it.
Standing there alone, as yet unnoticed, you saw a chance to turn this thing around; a clear shot at their Commander. But you didn’t take it. And you couldn’t for the life of you explain why. For reasons unknown to you, you could only watch as he barked orders at his pack of faceless soldiers, directing them to fan out to the surrounding stalls and houses. They instigated chaos as they did so, taking people down, kicking doors open, sending crowds fleeing. They were searching for someone.
Ruthless, ordered, and efficient, a relentless wave of violence circled around the Commander as he coolly progressed down the central street. It was almost a thing of majesty. There he was, in the centre of it all; calm, like the eye of a hurricane, havoc spiralling around him. His white uniform was perfect, ordered, his curls immaculately preened, in stark contrast to the scene around him. Now, he picks his way through the chaos, undeterred by the pain and fear around him. Blood even spatters on to his suit, his cheek, his lips, and all he does is look enlivened, a sinful, crescent smile radiating across his face. He doesn’t even break his stride to swerve from the path of the confrontation, instead gracefully side-stepping. Wait, that’s it. He’s enjoying this.
He’s supercilious, full of it. Not even the slightest bit concerned that someone might shoot him. After all, who would dare to? He inspires a kind of reverence which dissuades challenge. You should shoot him, you know it, but you’re planted to the spot, completely arrested by the notorious figure. Commander Dameron of the First Order. You’d heard stories of some of his more brutal victories and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t harbour a twisted sort of admiration for the man. From what you’d heard he was formidable, cruel, almost monstrous.
By the time he notices you, it’s as if you are caught up in the eye of the storm too. The chaos winds around you both as you lock eyes, facing each other off. But this is his hurricane, and you feel no illusion of safety or control. His gaze had snapped to you, cutting through you as quickly and ruthlessly as the slash of a knife. You still feel the piercing glint of his eyes even after he has looked away from you, towards a stormtrooper manhandling someone out of a nearby building, kicking them to the dirt at the Commander’s feet.
The captive’s family, mere shapes to you at this point, huddle and sob, held back by a contingent of the remaining armed troops. Even then you cannot look away from him. Not even as he grabs the man and drags him along the floor by the scruff of his jacket, dropping him face first in front of you and planting a boot to his back, pinning him in the dirt.
Then, here he is, face-to-face with you. The only one in the street who has been stupid enough not to have fled already. Of course, apart from those held against their will. Although, you feel you have been held against your will in some sense; he has you rooted firmly where you stand, a prisoner by his willing it alone.
“Don’t Resistance fighters reckon themselves to be heroes?” If his eyes were knives his voice is the honeyed trap of a predator, tempting you on to his teeth. Conscientiously, he licks the blood from his lips which had been spattered there. The gesture should repulse you. It should.
He doesn’t say anything else, but he doesn’t have to. His point is made. Your heroism is lacking. You’re not running, but you’re not helping either. You’re not fighting. He sneers, teeth glisten like a hunter toying with its prey.
Then, he whistles, and with a well-practised wave of his hand signals his desired formation to the stormtroopers. They have every vantage point covered. If you were about to do something, heckin’ anything at all would probably be a solid improvement. You suddenly remember you are holding a blaster, at least, and begin to bring it up to meet his chest, feeling like you should.
“Ah ah.” He scolds “Drop that.”
You drop it. You don’t even hesitate. You probably shouldn’t have done so, but he’s so charismatic, captivating, that you think you might do anything he told you to. That’s it then. You are officially done for and that’s all it took. You weren’t worthy of the Resistance after all. The Commander smiles though. And that makes you feel worthy.
“Good, sugar. Obedient, aren’t you? I like that. Helps me get what I want.” Why do his words twist a tight knot into the pit of your stomach? Why do you feel keen to please him and have him praise you again? You could climb inside the cave of his mouth and have him bite you like ripe fruit. A deep shame surfaces at the thought of how willingly you submit to him.
He releases his foot from between the captive’s shoulder blades and flicks his hand; the troopers fit the prisoner with stun cuffs and cart him off towards a speeder as the Commander walks right up to you. You don’t flinch, you barely react -how pathetic are you?- even as he puts himself almost nose-to-nose with you. His lips quirk in amusement. His eyes scrutinise you, pupils dilated and black as gunmetal. You fall into them, a dark pit you can’t climb out of. You’ll never see the light of day again. “I don’t even have to tell you to look at me. I like that too.” His voice makes you clench deep down inside.
A flush spreads across your cheeks as he smiles at you a little too knowingly. He knows he’s handsome. He can blatantly tell you know it too. It’s somewhat humiliating. But at this point you barely care if he humiliates you. The Commander’s eyes flash with anger as an impatient stormtrooper interupts; “Perhaps we should move towards the...” The superior man raises his hand, signalling he requires silence, his eyes fluttering closed. He gets what he wants. You figure he mostly does. And then, he casually trails the back of his raised hand over your cheek, where your face burns hot. His touch is feather light but even that is enough. “Am I making you flushed?”
“Don’t touch me.” You say weakly, not even sure that you mean it. You silently admonish yourself for your weakness, but it changes nothing.
“For a member of the Resistance. You’re not resisting very hard.”
“Would you enjoy it more if I resisted?”
You finally muster some sense of self and backhand him, as hard as you can across his face. The force of it throws his head to the side. Your heart pounds as you await whatever reaction you may have provoked. But all he does is bite his lip and laugh gently, as if he likes it. He’s high enough, on the battle, on spice, on you maybe, that he feels only a dull yet wicked throb of pain. It’ll take more than that. He tongues his lip and tastes that he is bleeding. “I’ve half a mind to make you lick this off. But I think you might enjoy that.” Your face grows hotter. Are you so transparent? You feel like he could offer you what you want and you would gladly beg for it.
Another impatient stormtrooper asks if they should stun-cuff you too. The Commander simply crouches and picks up your blaster, pocketing it.
“No. Let her go back to her base knowing she did nothing but moon over me. Fan out and shoot any survivors.” He says coldly, turning his back on you.
“No!” You finally shout, voice thick, the spell broken. You’re not sure whether you’re protesting the order or him leaving. You’ve never seen anyone so delicious. Either way, you know it is futile. “You can’t!”
He whips his head back to you and grabs you by the hair at the nape of your neck. “I can do whatever I want.” He puckers his bloodied lips, planting an iron kiss to your mouth. In payback for his bust lip he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth and bites down until he tastes the fresh tang of blood. A cry of pain and only partially of pleasure escapes you. His eyes darken at the sound, even as you spit a mouthful of blood across the lapels of his white uniform.
“You’ll pay for that insolence.” he promises, voice silk. “You’ll pay in ways I like.” His hand still clutching harshly at your hair, a moan escapes your lips, your body responding readily to his suggestion as well as the pain sparking across your scalp. He swallows thickly, his composure slipping ever so slightly, before he swivels on his boots and tracks back the way he came from.
You feel the sting of him on your lip long after he’s left. You’re guessing he also feels the same sensation. A reminder of your enemy. A reminder that you did nothing. You froze. You’re not sure how you will explain this one away, but you manage to, somehow, and get through the debrief once back at base.
What’s even harder to justify is that when you get back to the safety of your bunk, your hand winds down below your waistband and between your legs. You imagine Commander Dameron whispering lewd orders into the shell of your ear, praising you as he makes you pay in ways he likes.
You end a trembling, wet mess, and afterwards, you feel disgusted with yourself. Lusting after a Commander of the First Order seems unforgiveable. But something about what’s forbidden also feels exhilarating to you. You might be a “rebel” but he was right, you always were so obedient. A small part of you dearly wants to break the rules. It’s just a harmless fantasy, right? It can’t hurt, can it? At least, not if you stay in the eye of the hurricane.
You feel such violent delight at the prospect.
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How are you so clever??? I’m new to your blog and I’ve been looking at your posts (not in a stalkery way but because they’re so cool) and you seem super intelligent! Like you always reference things I’ve never heard of and use fancy words and it’s just really awesome. How did you get so clever? Do you read a lot or are you just naturally clever? If it’s from reading then what books would you recommend to someone who’s interested in literature and also broadening their general knowledge? Thanks
awwww. well thanks for the lovely ask!! this is way too much detail bc i’m procrastinating work but
i read a ton as a kid, mostly horror books - i was obsessed with the supernatural, and especially vampires, and the idea of things changing into other things (in a magical way, but also stories where characters develop and end up very different, tales of betrayal etc). my favourite series when i was little was the spiderwick chronicles, followed a little later by the saga of darren shan. i didn’t read any classic literature at all though, as i’d decided i hated it for some reason. as a kid i always prided myself on my creativity/ imagination rather than my intelligence (it’s a distinction i’d always drawn and still do after a fashion), but i was and have always been obsessive, and also used to sit and play memory games for hours, too; i remember one where i’d have a list of cards and i’d put one down, say what it was, turn it over, add another one, say what the previous one and this one was, turn them over, and continue until i couldn’t remember every single card in order, and then i’d start again. i wrote a lot, especially poetry, and used a thesaurus often because i loved words. i had a very very vivid imagination and refused to live in the real world until the age of about 11 or 12. then from 14 onwards i read almost nothing (apart from like idk two of the hunger games books) until i was 17, when i finally started reading classic literature, triggered by the great gatsby, which changed my attitude to learning completely. until then i’d despised secondary school partly because of the way learning was presented (i got good grades at gcse but went through the syllabus and exams mechanically with little genuine love) and partly for… other reasons, and had almost given up on taking academics seriously. but i got very lucky and had an incredible english teacher throughout sixth form, who encouraged me to take risks and break from methodical, formulaic writing. at the end of the first essay i had to do for him i still remember that he wrote ‘literature is for you. now and always. carry on.’ at the bottom, and that changed my life. he also introduced me to philip larkin and romantic poetry outside of class. after that, i was gripped by the desire to read and discover as much about the humanities as i could, make links between works, discover new ones, recover the feeling that i was possessed by after finishing gatsby. tumblr genuinely helped with art, literature quotes, and making it all seem accessible, e.g. seeing text posts making jokes about shakespeare, keats, etc helped to demystify a bit. yes, dark academia, i’m also looking at you for making learning seem exciting, but tentatively and with narrowed eyes. general knowledge-wise, it helped me to begin to break down the barriers between ‘subjects’ at school (even if you’ve left school, it’s pretty branded into our brains); they’re sometimes very fuzzy and even arbitrary, and to separate into strictly-defined categories like this is not the only way learning can or should happen.
a work that i thoroughly recommend to everyone who asks where to start is letters to a young poet by rainer maria rilke. he relates so perfectly this idea that the first step is to let yourself be filled with how amazing and vast the world is, and how much there is to read, listen to, and see. that’s not something you can learn from reading, and it’s not something you can be taught by anyone (unless being inspired by someone counts). it’s instrumentally important because it will drive you, but i also think it’s inseparable from understanding (and to me, it is understanding, just understanding without the right words yet). this is the highlight, and it was the mantra stuck up on my wall at 17 when i decided i wanted to learn, and learn seriously:
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
i was relatively articulate before i started reading the classics/ reading widely, but not exceptionally articulate. here’s an example of two essay openings - one i wrote when i was 16, and one i wrote during my first term at university (2 years apart):
i’d say that since then my essays have probably improved by a similar proportion, as i’m as embarrassed to read the second as i was the first when i wrote the second, and the typos r annoying me (am too embarrassed to post recent writing :’( - doesn’t count if over a year and a half ago, hence posting the second :p). obviously, then, this isn’t natural intelligence (everyone has to get knowledge, big words, etc from somewhere, right?), this is natural receptivity and willingness to learn, which i genuinely believe anyone can gain at any point, coupled with A LOT of reading the opinions of others (i.e. literary criticism and theory), and reading literature from many different periods to discover how language is moulded by individual poets and by ‘eras’ more widely. but this is also synthesising everything i absorb into a personal vision (this is the hill i will die on soz i don’t think theory should be ‘objective’ like what does that even mean). you can and should put yourself into it!
in terms of what to read - if you like the rilke (really hope you do!!) then depending on what you like about it, you can search from there. try some of rilke’s poetry. or if you like that ineffable feeling it brings, try the romantics (keats’ ‘ode to a nightingale’ and blake’s songs of innocence and experience are good to start with!), or larkin’s ‘high windows’ and ‘the mower’. also try shakespeare’s hamlet, because that is INCREDIBLE (watching it is always easier, and the more shakespeare you watch/ read the easier it gets! andrew scott’s hamlet is the best imo). from there it’s a question of asking what you liked about what you just read (time period/ vibe/ themes/ subject/ style of writing) and finding things similar - often google works and i made use of it a lot to start with, tumblr too, otherwise ask people who you know (on the internet/ teachers/ friends etc). this is a personal journey, especially to begin with, i think (you have to jump in somewhere), and there’s no one who can give you a list of books to read in the order best for you, because - annoyingly, i know - that’s something it’s best if each individual works out through trial and error, and part of the fun in truth. there are western canon lists out there, e.g., which contain some fabulous works, but have very obvious problems.
a really really rough chronological development of english lit: beowulf, any of the canterbury tales, hamlet, paradise lost, pope’s satire, romantic poetry, victorian novels (e.g. david copperfield, jane eyre), the waste land, waiting for godot (it would also help to read the iliad, the aeneid, and metamorphoses too, and as much of the bible as you can, especially genesis, exodus, isaiah, job, and the gospels, but genesis and the gospels first if ur stuck/ overwhelmed). this is the lightest of pencil sketches, but if they’re works that go some way towards defining each ‘era’ or ‘period’, then it becomes a little easier to search for works branching off from these that are influenced by or chafe against them. you can always come back to me if you’re struggling with what to look for next :+) also, i have a list of my poetry favs, if you want to check that out (it includes the stuff mentioned in the previous paragraph, as well as others).
hope this helps (?!) ❤️
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Shawn taking care of you when you’re tipsy
A/N: I didn’t wanna put full on drunk cause that could trigger problematic memories and shit for people who went through a situation involving alcohol abuse so I just wanna make clear this story is in no way meant to be viewed as problematic cause it’s not the plot. I wrote this when tipsy (aka literally now) so no proofreading literally just my thoughts and plot with no editing whatsoever. Also probs a lot of typos, I’ll proofread and edit in the morning I’m just in a state of I want this story, I need this story. My apologies to the people who will read it before the proofreading has been done I’m also rambling lol soz hope you like it lemme know
Masterlist.
You heard the familiar buzzing noise as you pressed the button at the entrance of the building. Shawn didn’t even bother talking to you, he just allowed you to enter and made his way downstairs as you grasped at the walls for any sort of guidance as the room or better yet hallway was spinning.
You didn’t realize how long it took you to put one foot in front of the other since out of nowhere your boyfriend showed up. He was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, his bedhead evident and a t-shirt quickly thrown over his naked torso as he made eye contact with you. You grinned up at him lazily and you couldn’t control yourself. You forgot how dizzy you were feeling, you just wanted to be in his arms. Which is exactly where you ended up as you stumbled over your own feet in your hurry to get to him. Thankfully he managed to catch you before your face made a very hard impact with the ground.
‘Easy there tiger,’ he laughed softly, careful as to not wake the neighbors. ‘Rawr,’ you said jokingly. You tried to be seductive in your response but failed miserably. ‘You had a good time babe?’ He asked as he dragged you into the elevator, careful to not let you go in fear of your lack of balance making a reappearance. ‘Yesss! I missed you though.’ You said excitedly, followed by a pout when you realized he wasn’t there with you. He grinned at how fast you could switch moods when you were drunk. Not that you were boring when sober, but drunk you was definitely a whole other adventure.
‘I’m hot.’ You exclaimed loudly before starting to take your top off in the elevator. He quickly jumped up from leaning against the cold metal to stop you from stripping. ‘Woah there. Let’s wait like 10 more seconds to do that okay.’ He said as he pulled at the bottom of your top. You obviously weren’t gonna win this battle so you just huffed and let yourself fall into him. He raised an eyebrow at the elevator door. That was (to his surprise) fairly easy. Then again, the night was long and he had no idea what it had in store for the both of you.
You shuffled through the door of his condo, already out of your skirt which Shawn carefully placed on one of the kitchen chairs, his main priority currently standing in the middle of the living room stripping with no shame whatsoever.
He couldn’t help but chuckle. It’s not that you were ever ashamed of your body, you just were a lot more reserved when sober. You’d never just take your clothes off in the middle of the living room. He kept a close eye on you, ready to intervene in case he saw you lose your balance again but other than that he just observed you. This was a whole new side of you he rarely saw since you practically never consumed alcohol, so of course, it didn’t take much to get you in your current state when you did drink.
After about 5 minutes of being in your own world, you just wanted Shawn. You looked around the room and saw him leaning against the wall looking at you with a smile. ‘Shawn!’ You yelled. He put his index finger in front of his lips and hushed you. You got the message but walked up to him, arms held open before you whispered: ‘Cuddles.’ He closed his eyes as he took you in his arms, grateful that he was still on your mind even in your hazy state. He carefully shuffled you both over to the bedroom, plopping you down onto the bed. He went to sit behind you, hands over your bra straps, hesitating as he waited for any objections you might have.
You didn’t say anything and just waited, catching on to what he was going to do. You didn’t mind. He’d seen you naked more than once and you knew you could trust him with your life. Never ever had he done anything without your consent and you felt completely assured that he wouldn’t start now.
He waited a solid 20 seconds before unclasping your bra, noticing the involuntary goosebumps making their way up your body. It’s just the reaction he caused.
He looked down as he took off his shirt. He never got tired of your body but the most respectful thing to do right now was not sneak a peak, even though he knew you wouldn’t mind.
‘Arms up,’ he said hoarsely, affected by your bare skin no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure. You smirked, knowing what you did to him but still followed his gentle command.
The shirt that was on his body mere second ago now engulfed your naked upper body, the warmth enveloping you, the smell of Shawn still lingering. It was like getting a big hug from him, and although nothing could compare to the real thing it still made you bask in the feeling.
He got up as you crawled under the covers, you’d calmed down a lot from your earlier, very excited and energetic state of mind and now you were reading to enjoy a good night’s sleep with your lover.
You heard the soft clink of a glass being put down on your bedside table and the rustling of a blister of painkillers as he gently lowered them down next to the glass.
After that he crawled into bed with you, immediately grabbing you closer cause he knew that’s what you wanted.
He kissed the top of your head and rubbed soothing circles on your side, making you fall asleep in seconds as he thought about how much you meant to him. He stared at you for a little bit longer, realizing he was far gone and he’d never not be there to catch you when you stumble.
A/N 2.0: thank Grammarly for alot of corrected typos tonight wahoow lets give it up for grammarly
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December Dates
Seventeen
Summary: In the spirit of Christmas, boyfriend!svt is here to take you on a date.
Word Count: 3k+
Warnings: Fluff, crackkkkkk, v many typos,etc.
R E Q U E S T
my friend: seventeen + cute
A/N: HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU HOS (jk) HAHAHAHAHAHHA. Also ashdiepl because im writing on a tab, i couldnt add any gifs so aksjemksksmsksksmskskdk alsO im so sorry i dont remember if the request is platonic or nah but kaksksksk this is what u get soz
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Alright
So no gifs
Imma just do a header real quick so u know wassap
S. Coups
Das better
hi header
I might delete u later if i get on a pc
But firsT seuNgcheEolL
*deep breath*
Ho u lucky enough to breath the same air he does
N now u are on aa date with him
WoWw
So bf!seungcheol is a cute lil snowflake
Which means he'll buy u an ugly ass Christmas sweater and matching gloves
THAT MATCHES THE ONES HE BOUGHT FOR HIMSELF OFC
then yall go out and play in the powdery snow outside
ImGine seungcheol grabbing yOuR hand
cebAuse u a dumb loser that slips on nothing
Also warmth
pulling your scarf up a bit because he can tell you're getting cold
Then like a gentleman
will pUSH U INTO THE SNOW
AND START A FRICKIN SNOW WAR
HE'll hit ur dumb face he dont care
He'll maKe u wish u Stayed damn home
Rapid fire frikin snow granades man
Course iz all a bita fun
Then he'll let u win
Cause he does care Bout ur dumb Fce
Also he soft for u gross
Then once that's done he'll start laughing
Not because of post-snow ball fight adrenaline
But because he thinks himself so funny
When he busts a lung screaming "dO Ya wana biLd aSNOEMAN!!!!!"
AND THEN U decline and leave him in the snow
"YAAAAA WE HAVE TO BUILD A SNOWMAN THOUGH!" he'll laugh
U literally wana leave him and his annoying ass
U stomp away
He laughs and goes after u
His hot breath is visible
and hits your ear when he comes up and wraps his arms around you from behind
U be like, "listen stupid, u corny af, lets break up"
Seungcheol would pout and kiss ur cheek, "nah, u still owe me hot choco. Break up with me after paying me back."
"Ew, why would i pay u back tho"
"Uh cause if you don't imma do thisss," then he proceeds to shove u into the snow again
"CHOI. SEUNG. CHEEOOOLLLLLLLLLLALAKAKAOKS!"
Ok well i have to cut this here first cos there are 12 boys left
Oh Hi hello u here back to ur regular programme
Jeonghan
Yiz
Unlike cheol
Dis ho not about to get cold 4 u uhm
Leave the cold for someone else
But get warm together
I mean
Wink wINKkkkk
Jk gtfo
This is a wholesome headcanon
Git warm he would gladly
So u know what dat means
CUddlEs
Imagine cuddling jeonghan
BoIii
It's da holidays
Which mean he bout to get dat $$$leep
Of course u dont mind that ur just sleeping in
Gurl if ya do
Let me stress out
If you mind sleeping in and cuddling with yoon jeong han
GUrL
Wathu doin????
AnYWAY
ITz u and him right
Ur in bed reading the novel he got u beforehand right
Look at u looking cute in knit sweater and glasses
EVEN IF U DONT NEED THEM THERE ARE GLZSSES
IM TRYING TO MAKE A SCENE HERE WORK WITH ME
it could be jeonghan's ur using it as a headband shhhh
So like ur sitting down
N beside u its jeonhan v slightly snoring
Right right right
Then ur like "man i want something to eat cause i've been sitting here reading all day"
But also ur always hungry
Cause who isnt tho lol
ANYWAY UR ABOUT TO STZND UP
but jeonghan like a needy ho is like noooooooooooodontgo
N ur like
aww wat a needy ho
"Jeonghan im just gonna get something to eat"
"Eat laterrr, i need u now"
He'll keep his eyes shut and shimmy over
Securing an arm on your hip so u wont go
U roll ur eyes and put your book away on the cabinet next u
"Jeonghan ive literally been next to u since last night. I'm just gonna get something to eat, and 4 u 2!"
He'll flutter his eyes open only to close them and move even closer to place his head on ur lap
"I dont want toooooo"
U roll ur eyes again and shimmy out of his grip
But only to get into his arms and hide your face in his chest
"You're so needy," u note
"Says you who's tangling themselves on me"
"Touché"
Joshua
Okay
Get this
Joshua and gingerbread houses
He probably used to build one growing up
And he has just the person in mind he wants to rekindle the tradition with
Congrats u filthy animal
So he took the liberty of getting allll u and he would need
And so much more
Im talking chocolate bars
Shipped cream
Candy canes
Busicuits
Edible glitter
Gum drops
Shrek 1 2 3 4
Is there a four
Im too lazy to google it
And omg u so special to him he loves u so much
Screw u
He wants to share the love with the carats
So he vlives it all
And at first ur shy
Like what if the joshua stans come 4 u
Ok but in this story yall had already annouce ur relationship
AND EVERYONE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO BE COOL WITH IT FFS LET UR FAVES DATE WHOEVER THEY WANT ISTG
so
Joshua is like "noo don be shy they'll all love u"
(':
N ur like ok cos i love u sm
But not like the company sm tho *barfing noises*
So yall build a gingerbread house and do a whole ass tutorial about it
Except u dont
Cause yal are morons and could stop messing up or earing the ingredients along the way
Sorry honey ur morons i dont make the rules
"Stop eating the marshmallows!"
"U literally finished the bowl of mnms tho Joshua!"
"Uh no that was the gingerbread man,"
ANd then u all bicker like children because u are omfl
And it excalates
fooD FIGHT
U smear cream on joshuas face
He sprinkles sprinkles on ur head
U press graham crackers against either of his cheeks and ask him what he is
"A sexy graham sandwich"
"Ew no wrong answer," u reply
Can i just point out that that chocolate syrup stain is never coming off
*cough cough cough moron cough cough*
Jun
Imma bout to yeet
Junhui is also feeling nostalic
super soft super baby
And since he's probably feeling bit homesick somewhere in there
he thinks he can remedy it with a bit of chinese home cooking!!!
And whiney needy cuddles also yay
Moving on so
Will it be good?
Damn straight
itll be fikin delish
Will you try to to help him
Of course u gotta help ur man
But like duh
u have eyes
And seeing him all focus and busy and hot
Is really distracting
So like ur as useful as a broken button to him
He doesnt mind tho
He thinks ur cute
Also lovng the attnstion
But the thing about not helping
Not really
And being distracted by a cutie pie
Is that it's basicaly a disaster ending to happen so like
he's efficiently stirring up so hot stuff right
And ur like "man jun's some hot stuff"
And then BaaaaM
U knock over the damn chopping board with the knife and everything on it
Thank goodness the thing didn't chop through your foot of anything
And jun is like "oHMYGOSH DA HELL R U OK"
"... i- im sorry i knocked over ur potatoes"
"My poTaToeS! Listen rn im glad u didnt chop ur foot off"
Jun sighs and looks at the cubes of taters scattered on the floor
You frown, feeling useless
Both of u pick up ur mess
Jun puts down the kitchen utensils in hand
u picked up the last of the potatoes
"Hey we could always wash those, it's not like the floor is mud or anything, even then , potates came from mud"
"Yeah but im sorry, i wanst really helping in the first place"
Jun smirks, "nonsense! U were feeding my ego! That's enough for me!"
You snort and jun comforts u with a tight embrace
Hoshi
AlrighT fam
I thought of something pretty cute but pretty dumb for hoshi
He's like "imma do something super romantic for Christmas"
So he's like "wear something cute we gon do smth fun" @ u
So u do
U get a cute little red dress just for the occasion
And soonyoung his like "BRO MY GIRL SO SUPER CUTE"
And ur like a blushing mess cause he looks super excited with his big smile and cresent eyss
ahhh Hhh myHOSishiii fealzssmsmmsms
Anyway u think ur gonna go to some cute restaurant right
But hoshi brings u to the mall
To instead join the couples dancing contest
Soonyoung gets super nervouse at ur surprised reaction
He's like, "omg is this a super bad idea i thought it would be cute but like i guess not we dont have to go we could always just drop out"
You laugh and shake ur head, "no it's all good, but i mean like, we don't have a choregraphy, and im not like you who can just break it down."
Soonyoung lets out a breath and chuckles, "nah don't worry. It's not really a compation-competion, and regardless, they're going to show ius a choreo and the couple that best interprets wins a a romantic date for two, fit for a dancing king and queen"
And then u break into a big uwu
"Omg u are super romantic soonyoung"
He struts a pose and chuckles, "i mean, i try"
So you both participate in the contenst
Kinda zumba it out by folling the instructors
Soonyoung is helping you out with your form and explaining to you the steps
He gets a little competative so he doesn't really want to mess us
Up hearing you giggle when you do a s pin breaks his competative spirit
And all he really cares about is having a good time with you
Aleight
But admitedly
He was pretty annoyed when they annouced the winner
Were not the two off you
i mean you lot were the cutest it can gt
Who else could trump that
But then you both saw that the winners were 80 something yesr olds holding hand and looking at each other like the other was their world
and then soonyoung was like "okay valid"
You pout, "aww i hope we end up like that"
Soonyound and you turn to each other
He grins for ear to ear, "then lets go on a romantic date as well"
"I thought you'd never ask"
Wonwoo
LiNda
I hope you're ready for wonwoo
Because i sure as hell am not
So in case youre wondering
Youre crazy I mean youre reading this arent you
Prolly at midnight hi fam
Again i dont make the rules
Well just a btw Almost every
Christmas tradition is pagan
Like the tree
The wreath
And SANTA IS SO CREEPY YALL NEED TO GET UR CHILDREN AWAY FROM HIM
SO MAYbe ur not all that crazy
For not wanting to continue them on
i mean sure u can give new meaning to things
But you wanted none of that
Which was whyyyy you decided to DIY the decorations to your entire house
Nnd who else are you going to do that with other than your loving bb boyfriend wonwoo
Wonwoo doesn't mind
He thinks its cute
Because it is a cute date idea
Youtube tutorials
Pinterest ideas and paper snowflakes and all
Yeah
so wonwoo is there cutting up some of the paper you folded
You're glueing some popsicle sticks
He's water coloring some designs in
Youre pulling on the tape dispenser
It's all going great
"Jagiya... i don't want to sound mean but-"
"They're all ugly as hell. I know Wonwoo."
Wonwoo gives an apologetic look.
For a moment u two dont speak
And then you both brust into laughter
"Aww whatever, lez stick em on!"
And do you get your badly painted slowflakes
Your wolf drawing
"That's a wolf?"
"Duh what else would it be wonwoo?"
The letters that spelled merry chrsitmas
And the doodle cutouts of the seventeen members
in personalized ugly sweaters
And placed them all over the place
You look around basking in the glory of ur craft
Its all very colorful
And crafty
And looking like a child made it
Then like an imbecile
U break into laughter
"It looks like a kindergartener's classroom"
U end up roasting yourself
Making fun of your sloppy handwork
And wonwoo watches u
with adoring eyes
"I almost forgot," wonwoo speaks up and pulls out a piece of paper
You recive it from him and break into a smile
"Is this us?"
Wonwoo snorts, "no its jeonghan hyung in a dress holding my hand sweetheart"
For a moment u believe him
But then he breaks out into laughter
Woozi
Boi imma fite u
Christmas carols
Okay idek why i ended up so serious with wonwoo
But listennup
Im not about to maypke it crackier
so back to christmas carols
Dis boi is about to serande you with a christmas themed love song
So its around 8pm at night
Jihoon has is guitar
and ur just chilling right
and ur on ur phone letting him do his thing
but then from the floor he was sat on
he turns to you on the couch
And pats ur leg
"Yo i just finished my song u wann hesr"
You squeak and jump of the couch next to him
"Duh dummy!"
And he starts singing
He's talking about stars and warmth
He's spittin fire about the smell of hot choco
The he's talking sbout how lame joshua's gingerbread house was
Next thing you know ur crying
because omg that ginger bread houseWAS UGLY
also jihoooooooooooooon just serenaded you
Dont u just
Then jihoon catches you and panicks
"You okay? Why are you cryin?!"
"HowDARS YOU ASK ME THAT LISTEN UP U JUST SAID SOME SWEET WORDS TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!!!!!!!"
JIHOON CALms down
But u crybaby cant stop crying
and of course jihoon panicks again
So he starts singing some other Christmas song
And then u start crying about poor rudolf
And remember regina george
But then eventually you calm down
And decide to nuzzle up against jihoon who replaced his guitar with you in his arms
Then us fall asleep with him sweetly singing about the spirit of Christmas
DK
Liz gittit
Of course this ray of light just wants to give off energy to the world
And since he
And u u forgetful ass
Forgot to go shopping for presents
You decided to go on a dec 24th shopping trip!
Hurrah!
But it was too eady for u two
Like wtf
Gift giving Is suuch and easy task
And shoping a day before Christmas
pshhhhhhh
Its a heartbeat
"Whoever gets the best gifts gets for the best price gets to boss the other around until new year," seokmin grins
You knit your brows deeply at his words
And wonder what the hell he has in plan for him to think of doing something so ensnaring
So being the smarter one in the relationship
"Uh no??"
Seokmin was like "ok then the other has to do whatever the other says for the entirety of Christmas"
"???? Whyyyyy?"
"Because its not challengeing or fun if there isn't any condition" "Ugh fine"
So the two of you zip around looking for the best gifts you could get
You try to stay away from the people doing their last minute shopping
Seokmin doesnt dare go in between an old lady mouthing of another customer
Tbh its super stressful
wtf
what kind of date is this
Only morons would do this wtf
Both of you got shoved constantly
There wasnt really much space to move around
And there wasnt really anything to choose from
But hey guess what
Seokmin found some really cool gifts
"Daheck did u get that shirt?"
"Isle five. There were a bunch of people grabbing some stuff and this fell to the ground and so i picked it up and thought it was pretty cool"
You on the other hand got like ok gifts
I mean theyre not bad
But da hell did dk get a frikin eeyore onesie idek
It was no contest.
Seokmin defo won
"Yisss so i win therefor u have to make me some Christmas cookies tomorrow"
"U ho did u really just make me suffer through that so you could ask me to make cookies 4 u???"
"Yes but we really didn have gifts tho."
U roll ur eyes
Seokmin's face falls, "r... r u like mad @ me?"
"Uhhhhhhhhhh"
You knit your brows at him but release a smile when u see his nervous look
"No babo. Im jusy tired, lezgo back home"
He sighs and nods, kissing your cheeks
"Dont worry baby, ill carry all of this back home"
Which he does
And when u get back
He says he forgot something in the car
then comes bzck
And then forcefully turns u around
Ur about to protest
But the you realize he's putting on a silver necklace on u
"Yahhhh seokminie, u shouldnt have. Where you even get this"
"I bought it a while back, duh" he chuckles then kisses you on the cheek
"Merry christmas jagi"
Mingyu
You are a genius for getting boyfriend like mingyu
uh and super lucky like fu--
BUT TODAY
Ur extra glad that mingyu is 10ft tall
Because ur going to be decorating your very own tree
Wow
You bought he prettiest glass ornamnets
and the sparkliest streamers
"I have a vision," u explain
Mingyu nods in understanding
U and him lift the tree into the living room
And then u start decorating the tree from the bottom up
Its all rly chill
You lot are chatting about whatever
He's tellling you about ur tour n stuff
U put on some Christmas tunes for flare
And then u stand up from the floor and boogey with each other
Yall shake ur butts
and go around the tree wrapping it in tinself
Mingyu steals one of the ornaments from u
and u try to take it back from him like the genius u are
Except hes holding it over his head
N u cant for the life of u reach his hand up there
So u step on his foot
And punch his stomach
And he bends down in reaction
In pain
Soz
He was asking for it
U steal the decor back
Then he proceeds to chase u around because aparently ur the bully
*instert pikachu meme here*
N then u get back towork
Or i mean take a break
And u eat a bunch of holiday special junk
And then u get back to work
"ok nows for the star"
U hand him the star because its the entire point of his existance
getting that star up ther
with his longass arms
He turns to u "u dont wanna put it"
BOI
u suck in a breath
"I cant frIKICN REACH IT U LIL"
He give a face, "there are ways"
"My go-- just put the AHHHHHHH"
AND THEN THE NEXT THING U KNOW
Hes crouching down pulling ur legs on his shoulders
"MINGYU PUT ME DOWN" you say, about to rip of his face
Mostly because u have nothi to hold onto
but he stands
with u on his shoulders
and walks to the tree
"Put the damn thing on before u fall!!"
Wow its ur fault again
And screaming u put the star on
And mingyu putz u down
"Okay that was stressful"
U punch him in the gut again
The8
Minghao is super tired
But super looking forward to spending time with u
So u defintely go on a date
But its of the lazy movie watch variety
Im talking all the chesey romance movies
Set in december
that has like mistletoe kisses
And snow scenes
And also those holiday specials
For catroons
And non cartoons
Even the one with arnold swartzimacallit
You pull out the laptop
And get on netflix
There's popcorn on
And hot tea
Or whatever the hell
Its all just very warm
and u and minghao are wrapped together in a warm blanket
Ur nestled in between is legs and ur super warm and cozy and im so soft bleh
"Oh oh, u should see this part, its my fav--"
But u stop uourself when u turn and see minghao fell asleep
U coo and let him obvi
taking unflattering pictures duh
But also cute ones because
#couplegoals
He doesn't sleep through all the movies though
You end up watching non christmas themed films too
Like toy story4
OKAY I CRIED AT THE ENDING
PIXAR IS REALLY COMING FOR MY WIG
"You look really cute cuddled up against me" he'll randomly blurt
U feel ur cheeks brun at that
but no he cant have that
"I thought i was always cute"
He chuckles and groans as he hugs u tightly
U laugh at his reaction
"Of course you're always cute"
"Ok but the teddy bear u got me is actually cuter"
"Nononono, the teddy is cute but uuu are cuter"
"Were u always this gross?"
Seungkwan
Okay
before u tell me these are getting worse and worse every passing member
i would first like to say i know
and that seungkwan bought u a cute dress for Christmas
and took u to a fancy restaurant
Ok ur welcome
But like even if it werent fancy
U'd still like it
cause holy guacamole
imagine holding seungkwans hand as u walk around
Jsut being so head over heels
and super in love with the cutie
Groooossss
LinDA
The feeling is mutual for him when he's around u
so he stops mid conversations
just to take ur pic
Its kinda annoyig
but kinda cute
"Hey unknow hansol told me about-- what are u doing"
"No go on, im just talking ur picture"
Literally the bst hype man alive
Will make take dozen upon dozen photos of u
And will make u pose for aethetics
He will go on making sure everyone knows u da hottest ho in the place
n ur like "seungkwan stfu u embarrassssing meee"
And then oml
Some moron tries to hit on u
and seungkwan sqwares up ready to hit a fool
would he actually do it i mean
Like
prolly Not
but then again he looked really mad
So u calm him down
and u go bzck home
And the cuddles
"Baby girl im sorry if i embarrassed u"
"Nah itz chill i mean i know u have good intentions"
U smile and he takes another candid phto of u
"Broooooo!!"
"Im donnnr. Now hows about we get rid of that dress"
Vernon
okay im willing to guess hansol loves drinking hot chocolate in the winter
So he's like
"Lets do a hot choco review"
And buys 897 types of hot choco
Or like ten
wtf eight hundres pluss is too much
So ur like okay i like hot choco
and then he pulls out his phone and does a vlive
"No i am not jealous of joshua hyungs vlive with his gf"
Yall make like ten cups of hot choco
and is chaotic
Idek how u could get injured
But hey
It wasnt even the hot water invovled
but the wrapping of the choco powder
"Technical difficulties hansol is a big moron"
U get him a bandaid
"Ya! I am not"
Yall start reviewing anyway
*insert try guys eugenes voice*
Im rihght
Ur wong
Shut up
After trying the first onw
Ur like wow dis is good
the second was even better
The third one u hold
then u realized there were eight more cups
And that u made so
much
so u were like "omf there is too much "
then u debated whether or not calling seventeen to drink the rest
But then hansol was like "ther isnt enough for themm"
Then ur like
"okay whatabout making a super hotchoco"
n vernon was like
????
"THATS THE BEST IDEA UVE EVVER HAD"
SO YALL GET A BIGASS POT
MIX THE REST IN
REALIZE U HAVENT RATED THE other cups
Shrug it off
and get a cup of the hot choco mix
"Tastes like corn"
"Bish dafaq"
Dino
Yikes
so
Chan is a dumb ho
and got himself sick at Christmas so
nononoono thats a no to any cute date ideas
and its just you and him staying at home
U personally dont mind
but hes like "awww but i had so many ideas"
but obvi U cant risk him getting any sicker than he already is
So you stay home and take care of him
and all he can do is complain about everything
about the cold
his runny nose
The lack of taste of the food
His head ache
The fact his bed is hot
And that fact that u have to take care of him
And treat him like a baby
"I am not a baby"
"Listen up, u are always gonna be my baby"
"Not u toooooo najsjsjjs"
You make him some hot cocoa
And hes like "im not drinking that if u call me baby again"
"Babybabybabybabybaby"
Ugghgg "If you keep doing that im not going to give u the gift i gotchu"
"Well das on u"
And then u end up going ona glaring contest
Chan ends up giving it to u anyway
"i hope u choke on it" he grumbles with insencerity
U coo when u see that its a handwritten letter
And then u end up crying because hes super soft
N ur super soft
And gahhh u love him so much
Chan pats ur back because he doesnt want to get u sick if he hugs u
U sniffle and wipe ur eyes
"Who's the baby now, cry baby"
You snarl and pinch his side
And now i say
This was probably hecking bzd but i hope u enjoyed
merry CHRISTMAS
ITS MY FABORITE HOLiDAY
TAKE CARE Of urselves mwaah
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This is gonna long sorry lmao. So enkelimagnus just posted this AMAZING d/s malec fic and it got me thinking. Right so the way I see it, Alec likes to be dominant because of his day to day life. All day he has to tell people what to do but they never listen and people like Jace and such are always running of doing their own thing and people never listen to him. He's always just putting out fires so when it comes to sex, sometimes hi likes to just give a command and have it obeyed without- (1)
Question. He just wants to have someone listen to him and say "yes sir" and do what they've been told, and make him feel like he's in control of the situation. (Obviously Magnus reserves the right to stop at any point or say no if he doesn't like the situation). And Magnus also. As high warlock, his job is less about telling people what to do (though that does happen, but much less often and his job doesn't require that all the time) and more about making decisions.- (2)
He has to choose clients, and potions, and healing, and remedies and decide which treatment and what ailment has befallen this patient and blah blah blah and when it comes to sex and when it comes to Alec, be just wants all the decision making to be taken away from him, and for him to just be told what to do and when to do it and so he can be good and Alec makes sure he knows that he's being good. I really don't think malec are in a 24/7-the only sex they have is d/s- sorts relationship- (3)
But if they're both in the mood, then every once in a while this side of both of them comes out when they're stressed or something and they just play into each others needs and it's all really really perfect. Lmao sorry this is messy and soz for typos! (4)
dlfgjfg i love this. (and yes i saw! amazing fic everyone.)
but absolutely yes! magnus likes to just let go sometimes. and it’s not like literally all the sex they have is all heavy bdsm. in fact, they def have plenty of “vanilla” sex that’s just. being sweet and close and intimate. but sometimes alec needs to take control or magnus needs to let go (and like you said, how they react to stress and what calms them down fit really well with each other because they’re so incredibly compatible in multiple ways) and they just. decide to have fun together
and obviously either of them can stop at any time and they have safe words and stuff but like, they rarely need to use it because they both know each other’s boundaries and stuff very well.
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I had an hour to kill and forgot my laptop so I wrote a quick Drabble off @londonfoginacup ‘s tags on a post with football-shaped bread (namely “baker Harry tries to woo Louis”) I wrote this on my phone so soz about typos😂)
Harry wanted to be romantic and say it was the boy’s eyes he noticed first. And he did get around to those, he did (they were pure and deep blue, the color of the evening sky just after the sun completely slipped below the horizon but before the black of midnight. See, would someone who was not romantic be able to come up with that?)
Or his smile. The one that Harry would later realized he craved, would later do everything in his power to earn. The one that tickled out the crinkles that told of a life spent laughing.
But in truth it was the boy’s ass that he noticed first. Harry couldn’t be faulted really, because it had been at eye-level at the time he’d realized anyone else had even come into the bakery.
He blamed it on the tray. Or the crack in the floor that no one else ever seemed to trip over but Harry swore was real (it was fucking real okay Susan?). And that’s how he ended up on his knees in front of the most delectable ass he’d ever encountered. It was plump, and jiggled beneath the worn gray of the boy’s joggers, and Harry curled his fingers until they dug into the flesh of his palm to stop himself from reaching out, making sure this wasn’t some sex-drought hallucination.
“Oh hello,” the boy said once he noticed Harry, his friendly smile bending toward bemused curiosity as Harry continued to gape (Or perhaps PERHAPS Harry was making that serial killer face everyone got creeped out by but that he could never seem to control until it was too late.) The boy crouched down, his thighs (his glorious thighs! Had Harry been killed dead by his ass? He was brought back to life with the thick perfection that pulled and bunched beneath the fabric). “Need help, Love?” The boy asked, his strong northern accent dropping the spaces between the words, reminding Harry of home.
Harry shook his head. Speech seemed ambitious at the moment, so he simply waved a general hand at the mess (what the hell that was supposed to accomplish he didn’t know) and then pushed to his feet. The boy followed suit.
By the time Harry made it back to the register, he’d somewhat untangled his tongue (don’t think about your tongue you bloody idiot) and managed a weak “Harry” followed by a wide-eyed stare he could only hope would be interpreted as, tell me your name please because I want to know what to call my future husband and also please be gay thank you.
“Louis” The boy said, his (beautiful evening sky) eyes all but gone with the force of his smile.
“Help you?” Harry got out past the disappointment that he couldn’t start doodling his future last name yet.
Louis glanced down at baskets of bread under the register, and Harry sighed both relieved and utterly devastated that he no longer held louis’ full attention.
“Lads and I are kicking around over at the park, but I’m starved. Have any sandwiches?”
Harry jumped into action (okay so it wasn’t technically on the menu but Louis needed to be fed, and who was Harry not to rise to the challenge?) and made Louis his famous ham and cheese using the special gourmet ingredients he kept in the bakery’s mini fridge for his own lunches.
“Cheers, love,” Louis said dropping his change in the tip jar. He bit into the sand which right then and there and Harry’s breath caught on the wrong side of his windpipe as he waited for the verdict. “Fucking sick, mate,” Louis said flashing Harry a thumbs up.
Then he walked out of Harry’s life, leaving only one last image of his perfect juicy peach pressing against thin fabric to fuel Harry’s after work stress relief. (Sex drought okay?)
The ladies of the bakery at first were endeared by Harry’s lamenting that he’d missed his chance with the boy who was clearly his soulmate, but their smiles took on a brittle edge by the end of the week.
It wasn’t until the next Saturday when Harry was vacillating between resignation that now that he’d met and lost the boy who was clearly the love of his life he was clearly destined to live alone, and blind faith that fate surely would bring them together once more when the bell on the door chimed.
The problem was he was near that crack again (which WAS REAL) and he was carrying a tray of cookies and honestly it wasn’t his fault, what was he supposed to do when his future husband was BACK and standing there in A SHEER WHITE T SHIRT that brought out the deep caramel of his skin? That revealed the sharp edges of his collarbones.
Well he ended up on the floor again, of course.
But then Louis was crouching next to him with that smile, the one that promised slow Sunday mornings, and stupid tickle fights, and private jokes shared across crowded tables at dinner parties. “So this is a common occurrence, is it?”
From then on Louis came into the bakery every Saturday, and Harry managed to stay on his feet (okay most of the time, god, alright?).
And they actually started talking. It was slow at first because Harry’s gaping kind of put a crimp on banter. But by the fourth visit they were chatting favorite music (indie for Louis, classic rock for Harry) by the sixth, family (“only one sister? Bless, I’ve got five meself and a brother on top of that) by the eighth, future plans (they were both in school but Louis wanted to try acting, Harry was mulling pastry institutes).
The problem was louis was very much not picking up on Harry’s attempt to woo him. Which, alright he admitted was subtle. But he’d baked the sandwich bread into a heart (and a smiley face and a star and any number of cute creative shapes to let louis know he was thinking about him) for gods sake. What else did a boy have to do to get asked on a date?
“why don’t you just ask him out, dear?” Babs asked as she watched him with his latest attempt (a football and to be honest if this didn’t work he didn’t know what would).
“Cuz” Harry said stubbornly pressing lines into the sticky dough, knowing he was being irrational.
When Louis came in that day, he was beautiful as always, a beenie perched on his windswept hair, turning all this features sharp and gorgeous. He smiled that smile at Harry and this time it promised Friday nights and silk sheets and lace underwear and expensive wine. Or Harry could just really be suffering from his sex drought.
“Hi Lou,” Harry sighed resting his arms on the counter in such a way to casually draw attention to the football-shaped bread in the basket.
“Umm,” Louis didn’t in fact look down. No instead his eyes were on the menu board above Harry’s head (come on! He hadn’t changed his order in all the weeks he’d been coming in. Harry tapped the glass, done with subtlety.) Louis’ eyes snapped to his and then darted away, his hands shoved in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels. If harry didn’t know better he’d say Louis was nervous.
“Yeah? harry prompted and there was pinging going on in the back of his brain, like he should be realizing something, but the messages weren’t quite getting through his Louis fog.
“Was wondering if you’d like to go out with me,” Louis said on one breath so that all the words slurred together and jumbled inside Harry’s head where a part of his brain had understood and was popping champagne while the other (which unfortunately was in charge of his motor functions) was struck dumb so that he was just left staring.
Louis flushed (a pale pretty rose color tint Harry noticed) and started backing away. “I mean ... sorry if ... misunderstood ... read this wrong ...”
“No!!” Harry’s desperation was somehow enough to get the word out and as louis’ face fell he nearly ripped off his tongue for how it must have sounded. “I mean yes!! You didn’t misread. I’d love to please thank you very much. Yes.”
Some point during Harry’s ramblings, Louis’ smile came back. And this time it promised tuxes and aisles and registries and (ok don’t get ahead of yourself here Harold).
“Sick,” Louis said on an exhale and then they both grinned at each other stupid and silly as they exchanged numbers.
Just before Louis turned to head out, he stopped, his eyes on the basket of bread. “Oh that’s so cool, you know if you squint hard enough those actually look like footballs.” He said it with a laugh and a wave and Harry told himself it wouldn’t be well done for him to murder his future husband.
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Himup prompt where it's a few months after the events of skydive and jongup is on his own doing his thing when he starts feeling the loss of himchan and some regret (but not too much he is cold blooded lmao) starts to creep in. He starts imagining himchan (and even his whole crew) around and talks to them as if they were there and he tells himchan how he feels at that moment and with everything that happened.. not sure if this made sense? I don't know.. but anyway hope you're doing well! :)
Skydive;
Jongup stood with his elbow on the windowsill, a smouldering cigarette between his index and middle fingers. This place wasn’t as lavish as his previous accommodation, it was bare of furniture, with scraped away wallpaper. The windows were without glass, and the floorboards creaked under his weight whenever he crossed the room. He wasn’t sure when the building had been abandoned, but it had been left behind to decay, forgotten and unloved, and vacant of any previous life.
The wind was picking up and he shivered, bringing his cigarette to his lips and drawing in a drag. It wouldn’t be much longer until he could no longer pretend the cold wasn’t getting to him when he woke up in the morning with numb fingers and sore eyes. He hadn’t packed a bag when he’d left, and his clothes were stained with blood, torn from bullets.
“Nice place.” The voice was sarcastic, and Jongup didn’t have to turn his head to see the distaste on Himchan’s face. He clenched his jaw, said nothing, took another drag.
From the top of the building, he could see all around. The forest to the east, the lake to the west. His eyes traced the winding string of road into the distance, following it’s length for miles. It was the perfect vantage point, if anyone were ever to approach, he would be ready.
“Now now, Jonguppie, what have I done to earn this silent treatment?” Himchan tutted. Jongup could hear his hands rubbing together, his feet getting closer.
“Fuck off.” He snapped, took another drag, then another. Smoking calmed him, there was something so nice about feeling his lungs sucking down every toxin, pulling them in to every inch of his lungs. He was killing himself slowly from the inside out and it was fascinating.
“Was it worth it, then?” Himchan ignored him, he always had, “Throwing away a nice house, good company, plenty of cash and food to go around for this.”
Jongup’s lip curled, “I did what I had to.”
“No, Jongup. You did what you wanted to do.” Himchan had stopped somewhere behind him. Jongup turned his head, just a little bit. He could see Himchan there, just the silhouette of him illuminated in what little light he had. Part of him was relieved he wasn’t covered in blood this time, or missing the side of his skull. It was just Himchan, clean and well dressed, and more beautiful than he’d remembered.
“It was only a matter of time before one of you’d’ve killed me anyway.” Jongup reasoned, with Himchan, with himself, with God. He wasn’t sure anymore.
“I protect my own.” Himchan’s tone grew harder, the way it did when he felt defensive.
“I was never one of yours.” Jongup bit out. He calmed his nerves with another deep intake of smoke, closing his eyes tight.
Himchan released a soft sound of amusement, “Oh but Jongup you were so much more mine than the rest of them.” The whisper of a touch grazed against Jongup’s back, a chest pressing close, then disappearing again, “You were the one who came to my room, who lay in my bed. A jealous little thing, too. Always having to make sure there was no one else, that it was just you I fucked.”
Jongup flicked the butt of his cigarette down to the gravel far below, “But I’m sure it was only a matter of time before that changed.”
“Is that why you sent Daehyun on that wild goose chase? Wanted him to kill me, so I’d regret ever straying from you?” Himchan laughed, his shoulder leaning against the wall beside Jongup, fingers curling into the windowsill, “Or did you just want me dead first? That way I’d never have known it was you who’d betrayed me, and killed all our friends.”
“They weren’t my friends.” Jongup answered, too quickly. He was already lighting another cigarette, hands raised to protect his flame from the wind.
“Yes they were.” Himchan’s fingers released the wooden window frame and dragged over Jongup’s arm to his shoulder, then brushed gently against his neck. The tips of his fingers traced the shapes of ink fused under his skin, then the bulge of his Adam’s Apple, “That’s why it hurts you so much when they come and visit you. I wonder who it is who hurts you the most. Maybe Youngjae, who you barely knew, or Yongguk who rarely spoke.”
“Yongguk was an idiot.” Jongup snarled.
“No he wasn’t, and you know that. He would have made a much better leader than I did, if he’d so much as wanted to. His love for flames was his only weakness, and the only thing that had him straying.” Himchan’s eyes were focused on his face, and the intensity of his gaze had him twitching, wanting to pull away from the gentle fingers that roamed his familiar skin, “Is it Junhong, then? He wasn’t much more than a kid. You remember when we picked him up from the streets, don’t you? He was all dirty and scared, he’d never had anyone to trust before, but he trusted us. He trusted you.”
“Shut up!” Jongup turned his head away from the hand, but it followed him, gripped his throat to hold him still.
“You don’t regret killing Daehyun, but he still comes to see you. Smiles at you, laughs with you. Were you intending to make him as insane as you are with that little game of yours? What was the purpose of killing his girl in all of this?” Himchan’s mouth was almost against his ear, Jongup could swear he felt the warmth of his breath.
It didn’t stop him from releasing a choked bark of laughter, “A little fun, before the end. Killing you was the aim, the way there was all part of the game.”
Himchan chuckled into his ear, a mirthless sound of disbelief, “God you’re insane, aren’t you?” Jongup’s throat was released and he sucked in a deep breath, “I found it so exciting at first. You were so wild, it was my job to reign you in and I had some romantic notion that I could fix you, pick up your pieces and put you back together.”
“I can’t be fixed.” Jongup brought his cigarette to his lips, his fingers were shaking. From the cold, the fear, the inevitability of his death. He wasn’t quite sure.
“Clearly.” Himchan replied.
A gust of icy wind picked up, and Jongup shivered. It was only a matter of time before the first snow fell, blanketing the world around him with white, threatening to freeze his body, failing his organs one by one until nothing would be able to save him. He couldn’t quite decide if he was excited or terrified. Death was a marvellous thing.
“If you stay here much longer you’re going to die.” Himchan said from right behind him.
“I don’t care.” Jongup replied.
“Oh no, I know you don’t.” Himchan chuckled breathily, moving in closer. That warmth was against his back again, but this time Himchan didn’t step away. With their bodies kept flush hands found his hips, then his waist, then slid up around his stomach and to his chest, “But that doesn’t mean you aren’t afraid. That’s why you did all of this. Fear, paranoia, self-hatred, doubt. You didn’t believe we’d stay, so you killed us before we could leave you behind even if the result was the same. Logic was never your thing, was it my love?”
“Don’t call me that.” Jongup snapped, fingers finding his throat again, squeezing then releasing, squeezing again.
“You loved it when I call you that.” Himchan whispered into his ear, “Just like you loved it when I held you tight and fucked you like I loved you. In all your wild games of whips and ropes and knives, you still craved that the most.”
Jongup’s jaw clenched, his skin heating up with the anger, the turmoil, the guilt, the guilt, the guilt, “Shut up!” He snapped with bared teeth, like a cornered animal.
“But you killed me before I said it, if I even felt it. You thought you wouldn’t care once I was dead, but it’s driving you mad.” Himchan breathed every word, “Now you’ll never know because whatever I felt died with me.”
“I hate you.” Jongup growled the words, voice drenched with agony, “I’m glad you’re dead.”
Himchan just laughed, soft and sad, and kissed the back of his neck, “You’re in love with me, you killed me, and now you will die alone.”
Jongup’s eyes rolled back into his head when his throat was squeezed again, then released. The hand disappeared from his waist, then the warmth from his back and Himchan was gone. For a moment, Jongup wondered when he would visit him again, whether he would be covered in blood, unrecognisable, begging him to explain why. Why did you kill us all. Why did you let us die.
Wind whistled as it slid between creaking boards, bringing with it winter’s icy chill. Jongup lifted his hand and brought his cigarette to his lips, sucking it in and down. He was killing himself from the inside out, and he couldn’t do it fast enough.
#okay so look#this was v dark#idk how that happened#but like#wow#I am sorry#this is really some fully intense shit#also I am SO sorry that it took me so long to write this!#I'm hoping late is better than never and that you enjoyed it!#himup#himup fic#himup drabble#drabble#prompt#anonymous#also unedited#so soz for any typos
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(Right it can be stressful sometimes but im glad you get it. Now onto the Chess symbolism.)
(NGL this got hella long so imma send it in pieces so you can put it under a read more or something so it doesn't spam your dash)
PART 1 (Also im back to typing on my phone so soz for any typos or mistakes)
While Chess has them playing each other it also reveals lots about a player. The diffent play methods show whether someone is a defensive or attack player. This also reveals information about who is playing. While I don't know much about Chess, it's easy to see if someone is willing to sacrifice their "pawns" or if they're less willing.
There are players who are often willing to sacrifice all their pawns before loosing their knight or bishops. On the other hand there's pawn strategies which show that while pawns may be underrated by some players, they can change the whole outcome. In fact, pawns, when used the right way, can completely destroy an opponents strategy since some tend to undervalue them.
This, in a way, shows Charles and Erik's opposing strategies. Charles is reluctant to give up any piece and he tends to value them all equally something we see when he created his school. Erik, meanwhile, tends to have pieces he considers more valuable and will give up "weaker" pieces when it's convenient. (In the originals he even said once "in Chess the pawns go first")
We see this when he decides to take out Raven in the second movie. While he considers her a strong piece, it's one he's willing to sacrifice in order to keep the game going. To stop the development of the Sentinals and to stop the future mass extinction of mutants. Charles tries, however, to find a way to end the game without sacrificing anything. He tries to find moves that he can make which will postpone the future without having to lose Raven or Erik.
The writers also used Chess as a way to continue to tie their relationship together. In the second movie, Erik knows that Charles is struggling with something. He had seen that Charles' powers no longer work and he's curious. So he extends the olive branch of asking Charles if he "fancies a game". One of the clearest ways to see this is the fact that Erik has to physically carry the chessboard with the pieces towards Charles. He's using it both and an olive brach but also as a barrier to maintain a distance from Charles. Since Erik is playing as white, it's his move first which is a beautiful connection to how Erik had to make the first move to reach out to Charles this time. The way that for a moment they fall back into their old routine with the "I'll go easy on you". This is something else we get paralleled in the final movie, except this time they're in a different place so Charles responds "no you won't" and they both smile.
The way he starts the conversation with "fancy a game" and they use this then to parallel at the end of Dark Phoenix where Erik is once again attempting to reach out to Charles and he replies with "not in the mood/no not today".
im gonna put the other half of this under a cut but i have to say when u said u had a lot about charles and erik playing chess i was SO excited and now i can see i was right to be excited
PART 2 (last chunk)
Another important shot in the second movie is the scene where Charles is lying on the couch with the board in front of him. It's also possible to see that there is a couch on each side of him, which are most likely the same ones from the first movie; however. The Chessboard is placed in a ways so that you can only see the black pieces which shows that theres something missing. Also when looking at the board it's possible to tell that there's pieces missing and it looks as if someone was midgame and abandoned the match. Both of these allude to the fact that Erik is no longer around.
In the first movie we see different times when they play Chess and the different locations. They not only show a shot of them playing outdoors but we get to see them in what is Charles' study. From their demeanor we can infer that this isn't the first time they've played Chess together in this location. Something that is a reflection of Charles, especially when we consider that he is a scholar and this is most likely a room he finds himself most comfortable in.
It's in this moment where Erik tells Charles what they both knew all along yet neither was willing to speak. This is because they both know that once it has been said there is no going back. "I'm going to kill him" Erik says while using his bishop to capture one of Charles' rooks (it's hard to see but im fairly certain it was a rook). Charles tries to reason with Erik "killing Shaw will not bring you peace" but Erik responds that "peace was never an option" that there was no other end to this. Just as there is no other end to their game. Here Erik is playing as the black pieces, with Charles as white which parallels to what I mentioned before as Charles is trying to make the first move by attempting to convince Erik not to kill Shaw.
Lastly, onto what is arguably THE best Chess scene which the one one at the end of Dark Phoenix. (I'm fairly certain there were no Chess scenes in the 3rd movie but I might be forgetting 😬). In general this scene is one of my favorites because its such a callback to numerous important previous scenes such as the "you offered me a home", "old friend", "fancy a game" (Also Charles sensing that Erik was there before he even saw him). Again we have Erik being the one who approaches Charles after everything that had happened in the movie (again I haven't watched it but like everyone turns on him or something?? Cause of the whole Jean thing?? Idk man, one of these days I'm sure I will).
Here we have him once again extending an olive branch to Charles in a way he knows, "for oldtimes sake". Charles reaches out to Erik through words and his continuing belief that there's more to him. Erik, however, struggles with this so he goes back to their roots. He brings a chessboard because this has always been their thing. The way that they've been able to communicate even when on opposite ends. He let's Charles pick the pieces, and Charles picks white (which I'm pretty sure tends to be the color Charles plays with most often. The only scene where he plays black is in the second movie.)
(ALSO BESTIE LETS NOT GET STARTED ON HOW EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY PLAY CHESS ERIK ISN'T WEARING HIS HELMET AND THE FURTHER SIGNIFICANCE OF THIS)
(WOW can't believe I'm going to not talk about the prequels for a minute here and talk about the originals. Jsjsjs the prequels are my jam tho) One thing I love about the originals is that we can also see the impact Chess has on their relationship, and I'm glad they transfered this to the prequels. We see Charles visiting Erik in prison and the way that the once again use Chess as an anchor of who they used to be, what they used to be. The shot of Erik in the park alone with the Chessboard after Charles has died is ultimately one of my favorite scenes. There's a tragedy to the simplicity of the scene, especially since it pans from multiple different people playing against someone to Erik sitting by himself. There's not much happening but we can see how upset Erik is. Once again we're shown the board and we can see that there's pieces missing and it looks like the players were in the middle of a match that has now been abandoned. Presumably the last game Erik and Charles played, which now will never be finished, completed. Just like their story was left, unfinished.
(Also if I'm remembering correctly we never see either of them play Chess against anyone else, which furthers the significance of the scenes)
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