#The Amours fucking vocals

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Juvenile: Tiny Desk Concert

[f0ofishies]

first times w/ bllk men.

You didn't even know how you even pulled the supposedly best striker in the world. Yeah, you were done for when Noel Noa had made you explore the city of Paris for a first date after pining after you for months now. He definitely didn't ask his teammates on advice.. definetly.

You giggled at him once again, walking around the city of love. How romantic, you thought for a bit. Your palm grazed his big palm, looking over the scenery from your now balcony. You both reached home a few minutes ago.

"Love?" His deep sulky voice called out to you. Tilting your head just enough to meet his golden gaze, he looked straight down. "Are you ready yet?" He whispered. Blunt and straightforward..

"Ready for–" "Love making." He was always vocal with you, even about his desires for you. Words caught up in your throat, as a light brush crept around your ears. "Now..?" He just clutched your palm even more. "Yes. Now."

Shittt–! You looked down at him. He was three fingers deep in you already, curling both his index and middle finger. He pressed on the spongy spot that made you wail. Honestly, he didn't knew how long he'd been yearning for you to squirm.

"My cock isn't even inside you yet, mon coeur..?" You've recently found out, he dirty talks in french even if you had no idea what he was even chanting in your ear. Praises– insults..? Too dumb on his fingers to even knew.

"You're too big.. that's why!" You tried to reason with the white-haired man, he couldn't help but groan at how you've been clenching. "Mmm.. stretched you for so long.. you've.. gotta be ready.." He groaned, leaning you down to a missionary position.

Your palms had been tugging at his white buttoned up shirt, well half buttoned now. He'd been stopping his advances, only wanting your first time climaxing on him first. "No, no, wait I'm so close..!"

He finally pulled out, your slick walls even gripping at his fingertips. "Mm, ready now.." He huffed a bit, shifting his position. Your teary eyes widened hearing the sound of a plastic ripped– did you just saw a size L condom?

Your mouth went dry, as you gawked at his size. Pinkish tip with some visible veins– "Baby is that even going to–" "Yes, yes it will.." Sliding the plastic wrap around himself, he let out a groan.

He wasn't vocal before, sure, but now he's panting a bit.. trying to squeeze the tip right pass your tight walls. "Please relax.. amour.." You couldn't even respond, your hole clenching like crazy "Ugh– nuh..!"

"Mon Ange.." He hooked over both your thighs that were burning over his broad shoulders. Your pretty nails– thrashed around his back. "Mmm! Noelnoelnoel.." Your voice murmuring his name like a prayer.

And when he finally bottoms out, he lets out a small brief chuckle. "Hah– Merde.. you're so tight.. still too tight.." He held up your calf a bit, it angled him deeper.

"Your body was made for me, baby.."

Dating him? How'd you even pull, Michael fucking Kaiser, the German Prodigy people call him most of the time, or maybe the arrogant bastard people know him by. Yeah you were just dating this soccer player by some miracle chance..

You couldn't help but giggle softly, as he finally visited you in the small apartment– barely making a living from your job.

"Michael.." Your voice drawled out his name as he finished a hot shower at your apartment, wearing only just his sweatpants. Your eyes indulged in the sight of him. "Ogling me again, huh?"

"Totally not." Light footsteps grazed against your wooden floors as you approached the blonde haired man. Your hands grasped his neck, tracing the subtle blue rose tattoo that displayed. "Mein Schätzelein.." Hearing the subtle nickname made your heart raise.

"Oh, and what would that entail now?" You've always liked the way his accent rolls off his tongue. Made you feel special– Michael, even with his complexities, made you feel good. "Nothing, dear." He replied smoothly.

Sharing a short fleeting kiss, he had pulled away from you. You were a bit annoyed.. he knew you've been wanting to initiate some intimate stuff in your relationship, considering you've been dating for months now! Not one sex even happened yet!

You lurch over his fingers lightly, "Love.." The small whisper you entailed. "Are you not even attracted to me–?" His eyes widened a bit, then his facade faltered a tiny bit, but hardened back again. "No, baby.. just.."

"I'm so ready..!" You whined at him, like a kid wanting a plushie. "What's stopping us?" He just glanced back down at you, "Are you serious–.."

You stroke his jaw as he holds you close, one hand on your waist, the other at your hips. "You're telling me– you've never done this before.." Your hole spasming in the cold air hovering over his pretty pink tip. "No, never.."

He couldn't believe how hard and red he was, he would always flex on other people about everything but this. He'd touch himself, yeah, but this is a whole another level for him. "t's fine.. you'll love this feeling.." You whisper.

"Ah–!" He let out a strangled moan, finding the way how you slid in so easily into him. You've stretched yourself out beforehand– sneaky minx, he thought. But he didn't mind, before you could even roll your hips.. he stabilized you.

"No, no let me– do the honors..!" He wanted to still be superior, so he did what he would logically do. Thrust upwards, fully bottoming out. "Michael–!" Your face changed– wasn't he a virgin how'd he..?

"Let me do it,, cause I want to fuck you so badly..." Michael was a vocal person that's for sure, he'd be praising you in german, as he switched both your positions. One of your legs thrown over. "...urgh.. Michael– so good.." You squirmed like a bunny in heat.

He twisted you around once again, your body facing the sheets. "Now.. just arch like that– No Liebling.. I said arch." He growled right in your ear as his palm guided you into the position he wanted. No way he was a virgin!

You've been dating the doting puppy of Kaiser a long time. Sometimes, his loyalty faltered as his purple eyes gaze right past you. Alexis Ness. He's always so sweet..

Too sweet, even for you. You really couldn't tell if he's actually genuine, sometimes.. you could tell he was annoyed by the way his eyebrows shifted, but you didn't mind.

He'd been dragging you into his apartment now that he moved out of Kaiser's place. Finally happy, you both got your own space. Both of you resting on the bed being all lovey dovey.

Your hands brushed past his light brown–purple hair, the fingertips tangled in between. He gave you a small kiss in the inner conner of your lips, his eyebrows relaxed. "Mmm, Alexis.." You whispered his name in a plea.

"What, Schatz..?" He just giggled, leaning closer as he gave a big fat kiss to your cheek. You just huffed at him as he nuzzled more. And suddenly, something clicked in you.

"Alexis Ness, are you hard?" The question popped out so suddenly, he even shuddered as he looked down in the buldge between his legs. "Oh– Scheiße.." He spouted.

Ness was about to pull away before you suddenly grasped his wrist. You stared at him and then shaked your head. You both knew you had no expertise what's so ever.. and no Kaiser around, so...

"Alexis, I want you." You mumble low enough just for him to hear. His ears turn red as he looks at you. "What– but we.." "I don't care– let's try it please..!"

"Fuck, I never done this remember.." He'd bought a pack of condoms after your pleas– as he slipped it on him, he shuddered. You were just laying on your back, staring at his pink tip. "Neither have I.." You giggled being so amused at this.

"Are you even–" "Oh my– fuck me Alexis..!" You cut him off as he approached the bed slowly, his muscular build around your soft ones. "How do I even.." He lined it up a bit, as he let out a small whine.

He slipped past your puffy lips, and he saw the way it clenched around nothing. "You're teasing..!" You whined, but he really wasn't.. he's just having such a hard time even getting it in you. "No, my love, I'm really trying here.."

And finally, just when he slipped in.. the inches entering you– yeah you were a loud mess by then. Ness wasn't the huge type.. but he had girth that's what happened..

"Oh– Alex–! mmmngh.. you're really.." He bottoms out, he looked down at his pelvis hitting against your body. He rolled his hips as you let out a scream. "Mein Herz, you're too loud.." He chuckled as he rolled again and again and again.

It was too addictive for him to stop, you knew that. The way he experimented on going slow and long thrusts then changed up to repeated and fast thrusts in a heartbeat– made even your skin flushed. He gripped the fat of your ass a bit as he felt himself getting closer..

"I dont– don't think I'm going to even last longer.. fuck just let me please..! Sonnenschein.. I'm gonna do it inside, okay!"

[flan-tasma]

hey!! I saw that you write for lyney (I love your lyney fics btw- they're so scrumptious) and I was wondering if you could write sub!top lyney who gives dom gn! reader oral, and then is made to fuck reader and overstimulates himself because they told him to :0 If you can thank you so much! have a nice day :3

(also sub!top is basically someone who isn't in control but does the fucking if you were confused- sorry if im not describing it well)

💖~ Thank you for making this request! I won't deny that I love the idea of sub!Lyney 👀

Warning: NSFW, breath play, creampie, GN!Reader | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Lyney se ha acostumbrado a perseguir tu satisfacción antes que la suya, principalmente porque no le gusta ser egoísta contigo en ningún aspecto. Te cuida mucho antes, durante y después del sexo, tratando de que siempre estés tan a gusto y feliz como él. Se enrosca a tu alrededor, te limpia y desborda su devoción como si fuera lo único capaz de sentir.

Por eso, cuando se puede permitir ser cuidado, no es capaz de negarte nada. Ni siquiera si se trata de ponerse un collar y follarte tan fuerte como le permitan sus caderas.

Tiras del cuero contra su cuello, él siente que su respiración terminará por incendiar sus órganos enteros cuando tu humedad lo chupa y lo exprime hasta dejarlo casi ciego por la lujuria. Su rostro patético solo puede demostrar su estado mental, vacío, solo enfocado en lo bien que te sientes cuando su polla te martilla y es abrazado por tu carne. Lyney no es alguien que disfrute ser vocal, pues le gusta mantener las cosas discretas, llamándote en susurros mientras se obliga a llenarte con sus múltiples cargas, pero esto es nuevo. Tan nuevo que la máscara de confianza del mago ha caído muy lejos de su rostro, solo siendo capaz de jadear y sollozar con tu nombre y súplicas.

No sabe cuántas veces se ha corrido en lo que va de la noche, tampoco puede enumerarlas ahora, solo sabe que la extraña sensación pegajosa que sentía en el punto donde tus muslos y los suyos se conectaban era tan irreal que quería perseguir más. La toalla debajo de ti se encontraba empapada, la cama también era una pista de la escena del crimen que estaban cometiendo, pero no pudo pensar en que debía cambiar las sábanas y limpiar el colchón, sino que se permitió soltar más lágrimas que caían por sus mejillas hasta tu propio rostro.

Su boca estaba manchada, rastros de labial y el delicioso líquido que lo obligaste a tragar minutos antes se mezclaban con la saliva que caía por su lengua. Era una buena imagen, fascinante, como Lyney perseguía el placer sin detenerse, sus manos estaban agarrando con fuerza el marco de la cama que para este punto ya había dejado varias marcas en la pared.

“No puedo…” Lloró buscando tu mirada con sus ojos aguados, incapaz de demostrar algo más que unas nuevas ganas de llenar tu interior con su semen. “¡Por favor, por favor!”

Pero Lyney es tan obediente contigo. Es tan lindo cuando jadeos contra su oído y tiras más fuerte de la correa que lo deja sin aire momentáneamente, suspirando su lujuria y golpeando contra ti con más urgencia. Ya había cerrado los ojos, perdido en la sensación deliciosa y pegajosa de los lubricantes mezclados con su semen y saliva.

“Me voy a desmayar, amour.” Traga saliva cuando siente la picazón en la punta de su polla que lo obliga a arañar tu muslo y acercarse más. El ruido de la piel sudorosa chocar se pierde entre sus maullidos y llantos. Su semilla se dispara lo que profundo que puede dentro de ti, que lo aceptas con gusto y le besas las mejillas mientras limpias sus lágrimas. Ha sido un buen chico, tan dulce y sensible que tiembla entre tus piernas y se detiene para por fin respirar algo de aire fresco y no el aliento cálido del que se ha vuelto adicto.

Pero no tiene mucho tiempo para descansar, pues vuelves a apretar el collar y lo haces encorvarse, tembloroso, para besarlo en sus labios devastados. Y Lyney entiende que aún no han terminado, y vuelve a follarte más a través de su semen que gotea y baja por tus labios y lo embelesa más contra tus suaves paredes que lo aprietan nuevamente.

English:

Lyney has taken to pursuing your satisfaction before his own, mainly because he doesn't like to be selfish with you in any way. He takes great care of you before, during, and after sex, trying to ensure that you are always as comfortable and happy as he is. He curls around you, cleans you, and overflows with his devotion as if it were the only thing capable of feeling.

 

Therefore, when he can allow himself to be cared for, he is not able to deny you anything. Not even if it means putting on a collar and fucking you as hard as his hips will allow.

 

You pull the leather against his neck; he feels that his breath will end up setting his entire organs on fire when your wetness sucks and squeezes him until he is almost blind with lust. His pathetic face can only demonstrate his mental state: empty, only focused on how good you feel when his cock hammers you and is embraced by your flesh. Lyney isn't one to enjoy being vocal, as he likes to keep things discreet, calling out to you in whispers as he forces himself to fill you with his multiple loads, but this is new. So new that the magician's mask of confidence has fallen far from his face, only being able to gasp and sob at your name and pleas.

 

He doesn't know how many times he's come so far this night, nor can he list them now, he just knows that the strange sticky feeling he felt at the point where your thighs and his were connected was so unreal that he wanted to chase more. The towel under you was soaked, and the bed was also a clue to the crime scene you were committing, but he couldn't think about changing the sheets and cleaning the mattress; instead, he allowed himself to let out more tears that fell down from his cheeks to your own face.

 

His mouth was stained, traces of lipstick and the delicious liquid you had forced him to swallow minutes before mixing with the saliva that ran down his tongue. It was a good image, fascinating, how Lyney pursued pleasure without stopping, his hands were tightly gripping the frame of the bed, which by this point had already left several marks on the wall.

 

“I can't…” He cried, searching your gaze with his watery eyes, unable to show anything more than a new desire to fill your insides with his cum. "Please please!"

 

But Lyney is so obedient to you. He's so cute when you gasp against his ear and tug harder on the leash that it leaves him breathless momentarily, sighing at his lust and pounding into you with more urgency. He had already closed his eyes, lost in the delicious, sticky sensation of the lubricants mixed with his cum and saliva.

 

“I'm going to faint, amour.” He swallows when he feels the itch at the tip of his cock that forces him to scratch your thigh and get closer. The noise of sweaty skin colliding is lost between his mewls and cries. His seed shoots as deep as it can into you, who accept it with pleasure and kiss his cheeks while you wipe away his tears. He's been a good boy, so sweet and sensitive that he trembles between your legs and stops to finally breathe some fresh air and not the hot breath he's become addicted to.

 

But he doesn't have much time to rest, as you tighten his grip on his collar again and make him bend over, trembling, to kiss his ravaged lips. And Lyney understands that you're not done yet, and he goes back to fucking you more through his cum dripping down your lips and enthralling him more against your soft walls that squeeze him again.

[starlightsuffered]

Cockwarming is how it starts

Info - tired couple, cock warming, raw fucking, cock warming turns into fucking, a bit of a breeding kink if you squint, vocal sex

I was absolutely exhausted and I knew he was as well. Both of us had a work week from hell. We had planned to have sex today but I think we were both too tired.

"I'm sorry Mon amour," Timothée sighed. He managed to pull me close. I buried my face in his chest. I breathed in his scent. I loved the way he smelled. Just feeling his skin on mine made my body relax.

I was needy when it came to sex. I usually expected it multiple times a week, or at least once. Timothée knew I could feel very taken for granted if we didn't have sex.

"It's okay," I said softly.

"I really would if I could, I promise," he said.

"I know," I agreed.

"Maybe, well maybe I could just put it in, would that help?" He asked me in a small voice. I shuddered at the idea. I nodded eagerly. I needed to feel my boy. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to know how I affected him.

He groaned in the way I loved as his boxers came down. My breathing picked up as I pushed my panties out of the way. His thick head nudged my entrance. I gulped as he slowly bottomed out inside me. We moaned in tandem as we clung to one another.

I felt my heart healing a bit. My loneliness was broken and I sighed in relief. Him, I was with him and he was with me and we were one another's.

"You've got no idea how addicted I am to you," I told him.

"You've got no idea how addicted I am to you," he chuckled. His hands came to card through my hair.

After a little bit I heard his breath hitch as he situated himself. I choked back a moan. He gave me a thrust and we both whimpered. His eyes were darkening and I knew that look, fuck I loved that look.

"A couple pumps can't be that taxing," he stuttered out. I nodded, agreeing with him ardently.

He was clutching at me as his hips began to move. His hips were snapping with a zeal I hadn't expected. I was basking in the glory of feeling irresistible.

"You're so snug, fuck baby, it feels so good I can't stop," he spoke into my neck. He was panting as he put his all into his thrusts.

"I hate that work takes more of my energy than you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you take me so well," he gasped. I had my hands in his hair and I was whining as my whole body moved with his thrusts.

"Not too tired?" I teased.

"You know I can't resist once l'm inside, you feel amazing," he moaned desperately.

"I wanna cum inside you. I want to fill your raw pussy up with my cum," he whispered gruffly.

"Please, bare and raw, put your load inside me," I said, wrapping my legs around him.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He screamed and he let loose. His huge load was shooting inside me. Rope after rope of cum was busting inside me. I fell over the edge into bliss. Every nerve ending I had was on fire.

"Oh, keep it inside me for the love of god don't pull out, I want to stay full of you," I begged.

"Whatever you want goddess."

[lyneyswife]

He who looks down on all that are haughty

Nuevillete x fem reader

{synopsis} Nuevillete throatfucking you under his desk in his office.

Wrd count: idk yet-

{content warning} smut, NSFW, 18+, vulgarity

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I don’t like this too much I feel like it’s terrible.

Due to his position and ties to the Hydro Archon, he is popular among Fontaines people as a symbol of justice and honor. Neuvillette is unfamiliar with human customs and feelings. He uses the court to help him process and understand them. Rarely spending his time out in public, as he does not enjoy unwanted attention. In the few times he speaks to humans Nuevillete appears to be aloof. Though honest with his words and actions.

So, it was quite the surprise when you found yourself on your knees under his desk taking his cock down your throat, pretty little tears streaming down your face, he practically suffocated you with his size. He didn’t seem to care either and wasn’t shy. He was quite vocal actually, making sure you didn’t drop anything on the floor. Even if you did, he would make you lap it up and take another round of deep throating.

“Drop anything or we will start all over again pet, do you understand?”

A muffled whimper and nod in response would please him just fine, and how he loved to break you like this.

Oh, was he sexy while doing it too.

His smoldering eyes stare you down as you eagerly swallowed up his length like a good little slut. Feeling your own arousal between your legs, clenching your thighs together and rubbing your soaking cunt against his foot.

Each of your little whimpers and choked out moans send vibrations against his girth and have him practically thrusting deeper into your throat, groaning and growling.

“Perfect,- si bon.. just f’me..”

He babbled practically drooling looking down at you, his eyes beautifully teary.

After all, he was just so pent up and stressed from all his work in Fontaine lately. He couldn’t help the small sigh and whimper that left his lips. As his beautiful teary eyes trailed down to mixture of saliva, tears and pre cum all over your face, he couldn’t help but flush softly.

“Look at the mess you are making mon amour so pretty..”

His voice was soft, as his gloved hand brushed the stray messy hairs that stuck to your face.

Archons did it take the strength to hold back from snatching you up and taking you across his desk in that moment. Soft groans now escape his lips as he tried to keep his cool.

I mean it was the middle of the day, anyone could walk in and find them , no?

Though he would be lying if he said the thought of being caught with his cock buried deep in your throat didn’t almost have him overfilling your mouth with his seed.

‘Just why did you have to do this now,

and why did you have to be so fucking cute while doing this? That’s it,’

In one swift motion Nuevillete pulled you up and spread you across his desk already folding you down into a mating press, sliding his massive length into your soft wet folds., soft gasps and whimpers leaving your lips as he already picked up a brutal and relentless pace. You were such dirty slut for taking his cock in such settings, and what kind of chief justice would he be if he weren’t to put you in your place hm?

Maybe a trip to ‘The fortress of Meropide’ might teach you some manners…

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(I’m writting Wriotheslay smut next.)

[stateofcharli]

one piece headcannons

this is gonna be smutty smutty smut so minor dni. mention of bdsm, food play, praise kink, teasing, orgasm denial, breeding kink ... based upon the live action as i havent as yet watched the anime

Monkey d luffy- 

A switch but leaning more towards a sub. He definitely whimpers and begs for you if you tease him eg “please my love just take me already” . pet names used excessively all the time such as baby, my love etc. since luffy adores food, it makes utter sense that hes into food play. Luffy would love to steal cream and a selection of fruits from the kitchen and plaster the cream all over your body and placing the fruit in certain places and then proceed to eat it off your body. Luffy would absolutely be a menace at eating you out making you cum multiple times alone by his tongue. Would 100% make you cum before him and then aftercare he would happily clean you up and clamber into bed with you and hug you until you fall asleep.

Vinsmoke sanji- 

 MY MAN FR!! Definitely a switch but when hes dom hes more of a soft dom. Totally keeps checking your ok throughout being the gentleman he is. Uses petnames particularly mon amour. Sanji, being the chef he is, would be a god at eating you out. If he sees you in s small skirt or dress he would totally go feral and within seconds wherever you guys were you would be fucking without a doubt.  Sanji would also hell bent be into food play turning yo into one of his exquisite desserts he makes except he knows your only his so its even more special. Would totally place loving kisses and he goes down upon you too and would absolutely speak to you in french (cos he knows full well that we find it hot ) woudnt be rough at all during sex, would be sweet love making (only rough if its a quickie when he sees you in short skirts). Also this man is extremely heavy upon praise both giving and receiving. Would say things such as “you doing so good for me mon amor” and “your such a good girl for me arent you?” . sanji needs to know hes doing a good job so would totally ask you to tell him and be vocal about it as well.

Roronoa zoro- 

Dom 100%. No questions. Hes totally a thighs and tits guy so if you were a push up bra around him, get ready to not be able to walk. Also he would totally be a masochist, loves you biting on his neck and would ask you to choke him throughout sex. Totally would go multiple rounds (hes a swordsman what do we all expect) . he would also degrade the hell out of you during sex saying stuff like “yeah you like this you little slut, your just a toy for me to fuck arent ya” aftercare you would see the side of zoro most people dont see.. He would totally be running you a bath and making you are completely ok since he was rough with you. Will snuggle with you afters whilst you fall asleep.

Buggy the clown-

Dom absolutely no question. Loves to be a tease during foreplay as well as he adores getting you flustered about him. He loves to be the one in control so orgasm denial is a huge thing. He loves to take you to the edge and then just deny you the thing you wanted. Will eventually let you cum after teasing you for a while as he cant resist your pleads and whines. Will constantly call you “baby your doing so good for me dont worry keep on being this good and ill let you cum”. Since oda did confirm everything can be removed from his body he would totally allow you to take his dick and use it as a dildo to fuck yourself in front of him. He gets to watch everything from a distance and gets to feel the pleasure too so its a huge win. Bdsm hes totally into, loves tying you up and handcuffing you to the bed. Would deffo talk you through your orgasm and help you calm down afterwards and clean you up. Buggy is a huge lover of receiving head, seeing you gag upon his dick is one of his favourite things to do too. (i need this clown in my life)

shanks - 

Oh this man has a daddy kink for sure, you calling him daddy in bed is everything to him. Deffo calls you mamas as well. Loves to shower you in praise throughout saying things such as “your doing so well mamas, you can go another round cant you?”. Although he loves to be called daddy hes leaning more upon a soft dom since you are his world, his rock, his everything. I like to think shanks would have a little breeding kink too, imagining you being the mother of his kids is a total turn on. Hes the sweetest soul after sex showering you in kisses praising you for doing so good for him too. 

[thatanimewriter]

BǍO BÈI, MON AMOUR AND... BABE, I GUESS??

➳ request: Can I request Finny, Baldroy, Joker, Snake, and maybe Dagger with a multilingual fem s/o? I speak English, Spanish, and French irl. Bonus points if you incorporate pet names in either of those. I’m thinking along the lines of some nice headcanons.

➳ character/s: finny, bardroy, joker, snake, dagger

➳ warnings: swearing, perhaps butched pet names from other languages, generally butched arabic (baldroy), french (joker), spanish (finny), norwegian (snake) and german (dagger) because i don’t speak anything but english

➳ notes: woww that’s really cool that you know how to speak other languages, i’ve always wanted to be fluent in something other than english and i used to learn mandarin, but i hated the teacher at school and dropped the subject asap lmao

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

──  𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐘.

infatuated

he thinks it’s super cool

and hot

now he gets creative for pet names for you

he goes beyond the classic babe, baby, sweetheart, doll etc

now you gotta suffer with sweet cheeks, toots, sugarplum and all that cheesy gross shit

but he gets which language mixed up all the time

he probably messes up the pronunciation as well

it’s ok, he’s attempting

he often notices that you’ll speak arabic when you’re tired or frustrated

“habibi... come to bed.”

but also when you’re thinking of a word and it only makes sense in the languages you know

it’s fine, he thinks it’s cool

and funny because accents between languages also change

all in all, very impressed

──  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘.

literally gets the anime sparkles in his eyes

as if you could get any better??

constantly asks you to speak your other languages

asks you for the names of basic household items in that language

“what’s bed in spanish??”

“la cama.”

“oh my god that’s so cool-”

but then you bamboozled him with another language

and he then discovered you’re multilingual

because he caught you speaking cantonese to lau

and he thinks you spoke, like, gaelic one time

he’s not sure what the languages are but it’s COOL

he definitely butches some of the words

most of the words

but it’s the thought and effort that counts

──  𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑.

what a little charmer

he would tease you for keeping this from him

and would also want to learn 

he probably has caught you just mumbling to yourself in french

wants to learn french because stereotypical romance

but also to eavesdrop-

sometimes he’ll just stick his head through your tent ‘door’ and go

“tu veux venir te promener avec moi?”

and you’re left wondering how he knows to ask you for a walk of all things

you both use ma chérie and mon chéri

it’s the most basic one

but it does the job

as a joke he suggested you speak your other languages as an act for the circus

you said no because it’s not really that circus-worthy

but maybe in future it’d be a funny gag

──  𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄.

silent admiration

emily and keats are more vocal about it

if he has snakes from the countries which language you speak they now cling to you, they’re yours now

they don’t leave you

he will probably learn easy words when he wants something but doesn’t wanna say in front of EVERYONE

“klemmer?”

“awww, yes hugs.”

the whole circus cannot interpret norwegian at all

nor can they understand korean or swedish

but they all think it’s a fun gimmick

because you’re extremely multilingual

his face was like :000

when you asked a foreign guest who didn’t speak english

‘what language would you like me to speak?’

because damn

what a badass that you can just whip out a language and speak it fluently

──  𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

in love even more

if that’s possible

you’re just so cool ;v;

he won’t lie

it sounds like gibberish at the start before you teach him

the only thing he can possibly interpret is your tone

even then

he’s fucked if you speak a language that naturally sounds aggressive

because he’s gonna think you’re PISSED when you’re asking if he wants potatoes or not

“liebling, give me cuddless”

“LEE BLING??”

he can’t for the life of him try to imitate you without sounding offensive

so he doesn’t

he just admires you from afar

and from close by

[lem0nademouth]

my unsolicited opinions on all the eurovision grand final songs

i promise i’ll shut up after this

🇦🇲 Jako by Ladaniva - fun! makes me wanna dance! love the Balkan folk elements in the instrumentals. v happy they made it to grand finals.

🇦🇹 We Will Rave by Kaleen - in my top five. would bet my bottom dollar every club in europe will be blasting this all summer.

🇭🇷 Rim Tim Tagi Dim by Baby Lasanga - its fine. not sure how it was the projected winner. like its not a bad song, its just not the best of the bunch.

🇨🇾 Liar by Silia Kapsis - cute and fun! will add to my rotation of “men ain’t shit” songs.

🇪🇪 (nendest) narkootikumidest ei tea me (küll) midagi by 5miinust x Puuluup - not a huge fan but i see the appeal. also remind me to never learn Estonian.

🇫🇮 No Rules! by Windows95Man - didn’t stand out to me but it might be bc i know approximately 15 white boys who make music exactly like this (no shade i promise)

🇫🇷 Mon Amour by Slimane - gonna out myself as someone who had a French pop phase and say this is a solid B- by my standards. France, send Amir Haddad in 2025.

🇬🇪 Firefighter by Nutsa Buzaladze - another top five pick. powerful, defiant, infectious.

🇩🇪 Always On The Run by Isaak - i was shocked by how much i enjoyed this song. not in my top five, but its damn good and i’m gonna be listening to Isaak more in the future.

🇬🇷 ZARI by Marina Satti - had a v good time with this one. really love the blend of musical traditions that come through.

🇮🇪 Doomsday Blue by Bambie Thug - i wanted to like this song. i really did. but besides it not being my sound, it also just kind of falls flat technically? idk, its just. not that good.

🇮🇱 Hurricane by Eden Golan - powerful vocals, heart wrenching performance. regardless of the results, i desperately need a version with the original lyrics.

🇮🇹 La noia by Angelina Mango - the former classical music student in me loves a nice Italian bop. wasn’t blown away, but still enjoyed the song.

🇱🇻 Hollow by Dons - i like it! good job latvia!

🇱🇹 Luktelk by Silvester Belt - not my sound, not a fan, not gonna yuck ur yum if u like it tho.

🇱🇺 Fighter by Tali - makes! me! wanna! DANCE! wasn’t expecting French but u learn something new every day!

🇳🇱 Europapa by Joost Klein - no joke when i first heard this song i thought it was a bit. like i thought this was a literal joke. how the fuck did this qualify. *note: i hated this song before joost got disqualified*

🇳🇴 Ulveham by Gåte - what is going on in scandanavia w the dogshit eurovision entries

🇵🇹 Grito by iolanda - fuck me up on this. not a top five but still a banger

🇷🇸 Ramonda by Teya Dora - im pretty indifferent on this one

🇸🇮 Veronika by Raiven - again, indifferent. didnt love it didnt hate it

🇪🇸 ZORA by Nebulossa - fun party song but not much more than that

🇸🇪 Unforgettable by Marcus & Martinus - not my fave. send Omar Rudberg next year.

🇨🇭 The Code by Nemo - mazel tov on the win, but im gonna be so honest this was like a 6/10 for me. also why is y’alls flag not flag shaped.

🇺🇦 Teresa & Maria by alyona alyona + Jerry Heil - OH BABY. OH BABY. BANGER. BOP. JAM. CANNOT STOP LISTENING. I AM SO OBSESSED.

🇬🇧 Dizzy by Olly Alexander - i am begging the UK to 1. compete as separate countries and 2. stop fucking sending the most mid songs on the planet

final personal top ten

1. Ukraine 🇺🇦

2. Israel 🇮🇱

3. Austria 🇦🇹

4. Luxembourg 🇱🇺

5. Georgia 🇬🇪

6. Germany 🇩🇪

7. Italy 🇮🇹

8. Portugal 🇵🇹

9. Latvia 🇱🇻

10. Armenia 🇦🇲

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Hii, can I request some yandere! Eric Destler headcanons? Preferably NSFW ;)

Now this, this is beautiful- thank you for this request my dear!!! I’ll get to everyone else in due time!

General behavior, positions, and anatomy

Let’s start of with the basics- Erik tends to give up control in the bedroom, and if you so much as kiss him a little bit sweeter than normal, he becomes putty in your hands.

Erik will cry, there’s no way around it. He loves you so much, and the fact you are there with him in that moment is enough to turn the normally intimidating and obsessive man into a teary-eyed, clingy, red faced mess.

Please, kiss him until he can’t think straight. Erik soaks up any affection you give him like a dry sponge, and kisses and long cuddle sessions are great for aftercare or even during sex!

Now how about turn ons? Place him in your lap, facing you as you kiss him all over his face and neck while moving your arms along his back (I don’t care how weak you think you are, I am giving you the power to put this man in your lap) and you can bet within minutes he’s trying to subtly grind against you and begging for you to touch him. Eriks also a fan of you gripping his hips, no matter the context

If you are a fan of marking your partner up, you are in luck my dear! After you explain to Erik what hickeys are (and trust me, you will have to explain) and place an experimental one on his neck, he will beg for you to put them all over his body! It makes Erik feel loved and wanted by you, that you would so proudly say he’s yours all over his body. This is also a quick way to turn him on!

if you speak to him in French, even just calling him a pet name or telling him you love him, he will in fact be on his knees, pressing desperate kisses to your thighs and core within seconds all the while he has a very obvious bulge.

Eriks neck and ears are highly sensitive, and I encourage you to tease him in those areas with your mouth, and if you’re gentle you can even use your teeth. Fair warning though, his hips will start to buck uncontrollably and he will start whining. Truthfully, it’s adorable!

Now for anatomy- I would say he’s more of a grower not a shower, being four inches long flaccid and seven inches hard with an average amount of veins close to the surface, and just wide enough to where you will feel a stretch but not be sore after. I personally believe he has little to no body hair, and the amount that he does have is well groomed.

Eriks behavior during sex can vary, but the one thing that never changes is how vocal he is, his need to have you as close as possible, and his need to please you above all else.

Yes, Erik is very, VERY, vocal! He wants to communicate with you how good he feels, and even if he tries to hold in his moans, he fails miserably no matter how long you two are together. “S’il te plaît, s’il te plaît, mon amour!!! G-good, feels so good!!! Mon ange, je t’aime, je t’aime!!”

Erik cums a large amount and it’s relatively thick in consistency, so not the greatest for swallowing, but luckily for you he’s not a fan of blowjobs. But you know what he is a fan of? Eating you out!

Erik is 100% willing to beg you to let him put his head between your legs with actual tears in his eyes. Seriously, it is actually his favorite thing to do besides you fucking him into next week, like, he could actually spend hours in between your thighs while he grinds against whatever he can to get friction. Erik is actually very greedy about eating you out as well, and if you try to pull away before he feels like he’s gorged himself as much as he can, he’s gonna let out an absolutely pathetic sounding whine of your name before dragging your hips back to his mouth and pleasuring you with even more vigor. Also when you cum on his tongue, he is for sure orgasming as well, even if he isn’t actually grinding on anything. The only thing I would caution you with is that Erik probably also wants you to sit on his face, which their is nothing wrong with, except for the fact that you may irritate his facial deformities, but he’s definitely still going to beg so you will have to be the one to say no.

another thing with eating you out is that Erik absolutely craves to be smothered. I’m talking about him gripping your thighs so tight it’ll leave bruises and him shoving your thighs against his face to the point he almost passes out, and yet all he can do is beg for you to let him keep eating you out. (Once again, you will have to be the one to make sure his face doesn’t get irritated because Erik really doesn’t care about anything other than making you orgasm)

“please, please, please, mon ange, mon cheri, just one more orgasm for me, please!”

Eriks absolute favorite position is The Face Off, because this way he can be absolutely surrounded by you while he has his arms around you and his face buried in the crook of your neck or desperately trying to kiss you, like I said previously, Erik is probably the clingiest partner you will ever have. But also honestly, he enjoys any position where you are on top or where you are domming him.

He won’t last long for a while, and by that I mean Erik will cum within five minutes just from shakily rutting his hips against you.

kinks, turn-offs, and aftercare

Praise kink, praise kink, praise kink!!! Erik loves to be told how good he’s doing, how handsome he is, etc! To the point where you decided to not give him any friction and just praise him, just to see what would happen, and much to your (not) surprise, he was able to cum just from that!

Overstimulation- this might be Eriks favorite kink, because it reminds him just how much you love him to be touching him like this and you praise him for doing so good.

Edging- Erik likes edging because he feels like it makes your sessions last longer, and it feels even better to cum after being denied for a bit. Be wary that if you edge him for to long however, he may become a bit temperamental!

if Erik is in one of his moods and won’t take his mask off, just do any combination of the above and he’ll rip it off

Also I’m willing to bet good money he has a mommy kink, but the only way you’ll find out is by pure accident when you were overstimulating him probably, the poor man just wants to be nurtured and to be absolutely drowned in your love

he doesn’t have many hard turn offs, but degradation towards both you or himself as well as bondage is something he will never do, because it reminds him of his insecurities and traumas.

Erik has a relatively high sex drive, and as long as you initiate it, you can end up railing him from four to five days a week for about two hours at a time after he gets some experience with you.

Before Erik kidnapped you, Erik is ashamed to admit that he used to steal your dirty clothes like bras and underwear so he could enjoy your scent while he desperately fucked himself into one of your (also stolen) pillows. And if you wear modern clothes like hoodies, he always makes sure to put said hoodie on a pillow, so he can cuddle it at night and pretend it’s you he’s holding.

“oh mon amour, I wish you were here with me right now- I want to make you feel good. One day, but for now I must have patience. Je t’aime, mon cheri.”

After care is a must for both of you!! Truthfully this is basically just cleaning each other up, drinking water, and Erik laying on top of you while he listens to your heartbeat as you both drift off. If you are wearing a pajama shirt afterwards, Erik really likes to crawl inside so that he can have skin to skin contact and be nestled as close to you as he can be.

( I don’t care who you think Christine should have ended up with, Erik is my babygirl and I will die on this hill)

[wonwoosthetic]

Amour-Haine & Co. | Chapter 4 |

K-Pop Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: cursing, screaming, misogyny (will continue being a big part of the story)

A/N: hope you enjoy :)

"Men in general."

Mingyu walked into the office building, greeting everyone he would see on a daily basis before making it to the elevators, pushing the button to wait for one to arrive. Just as it arrived, the man's phone ringing let him know of a text message that had just come in. He took the phone out of his pocket and found his best friend's name at the top with the message underneath:

Come to my office

Short and simple, just how Wonwoo would usually text him. Mingyu pressed the button to arrive at the advertisement department's floor and leaned back against the wall, wondering what the CEO could possibly want from him.

Once he arrived, the doors opened again, letting him exit and walk through the hallway, greeting the employees he met along the way. Passing your office, he took a quick look inside but wasn't able to see you, therefore quickly continuing his journey to the CEO's office on the other side of the room.

"What's going on?" He called out as soon as he opened the door, closing it behind him. Instead of giving a vocal answer, Wonwoo looked ahead of him, his eyes fixed on your form, and nodded towards that direction, making Mingyu scrunch his eyebrows in confusion and let out a hum. He came to a stop in front of the desk, stood next to his friend and tried finding what he was supposed to be seeing. His eyes scanned the entire room until they set on you behind the glass that separated your office from the other room, where employees were working on their stuff. That's why he wasn't able to see you. You were laying on the black leathered couch in your office, your face covered with your arms, blocking out everyone and everything that could potentially disturb you.

"What's going on with her?" He wondered out loud, "You called me to watch her sleep?"

Wonwoo scuffed, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, that's exactly why I called you," and shook his head before focusing on the screen in front of him again, "You might want to check up on her." His comment made the taller one turn around, his eyebrows raised,

"Why?"

"We just had a meeting with that guy from Nam Tech," he gulped, "You know... typical man," looking up at his friend, he hoped for him to understand but found Mingyu looking around aimlessly, trying to figure out what Wonwoo was trying to say. The CEO sighed in annoyance, "Jesus, just go and check up on her!" He exclaimed, throwing his hand up, catching the co-CEO off guard.

"Why me? Do it yourself. You know what happened. You can't even explain it to me properly," the younger one fought back, not getting the other man's point, "How do you expect me to help her?"

"Oh my god, Mingyu," he sighed again, deeper, mumbling the first words to himself, "He was being rude. You're closer to her. Just go, fucking hell..."

"Don't curse at me," he defended himself, "When you can't even explain anything," shook his head and left without saying another word.

As much as Wonwoo wanted to focus on the project that got sent to him via email, he couldn't help but let his eyes focus back to your lying down silhouette as the memory from before struck him.

-- earlier in the meeting room --

(Y/N) left the room, excusing herself quickly before disappearing into the hallway. The CEO didn't miss the way the other man at the table turned his head, focusing on your back view, his eyes travelling down your body. The same look he had as when you entered the room, fitting your body between both men who had stood on either side of the door.

"If I had known that you have such good looking employees here, I would've come even earlier," Nam Jeeho laughed to himself, hoping to get on Jeon Wonwoo's good side with a joke. But he just sighed, and pushed the papers in front of him straight,

"Miss Yoon is Oksan's COO. Not an employee." He stated, not caring about looking up.

The other CEO's eyebrows shot up, "Her?" pointing to the door, he scuffed, "Brave of you. I mean... you know what they say about women in a chief position."

Jeon Wonwoo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and raised his head to find the other man's eyes, "No, I actually don't." Starring coldly into them, "What do they say?" Starring coldly into them.

Nam Jeeho leaned back, fixing his suit, "Well, you know- always uncoordinated, their heads everywhere but in their workplace-", the CEO interrupted him,

"Not Miss Yoon, though," he cleared his throat, "Do you know her?"

"No. I just met her earlier in front of the building. Why?" Jeon Wonwoo could only think of what had happened when that happened, but decided to push the thought aside and stay composed. He wouldn't let his anger win over him this time. It was not his place to do that.

"By the way your eyes were basically undressing her, I would have figured that you know her. Personally."

The other man chuckled proudly, "No, sadly not. But, I mean, a man can dream, right?" Clearly not able to read the room.

Mister Jeon kept his cold gaze and unfazed facial expression, "No. Not in my company," and moved the notebook and pen you had left to the other side of the table, where the visitor was supposed to take a seat, "So I highly recommend that you keep your eyes AND hands to yourself, Mister Nam." He nodded to the now completely empty seat next to him, "Sit down."

The other CEO laughed it off but stood up to move to his newly assigned seat at the table, "You're her protective boyfriend? Does she have one?"

"It's neither the time nor my place to comment on her romantic relationships. Let's keep this at a business meeting." Jeon Wonwoo fixed his tie with a sigh and hoped for your soon return, in order to get the meeting started and finished as soon as possible. Thankfully, you entered the room again just after he finished his thought, stopping in the door for a bit once you noticed the new seating arrangement. He sent you a wondering look with a raise of his eyebrows, letting you know it's okay to sit down next to him and letting the meeting start.

-- end --

Mingyu knocked on the glass door of your office that you kept open most of the time, peaking his head in to look at your lying down form.

"Good morning," he happily sang, trying to lift the mood. You not answering, as usual, let him get a feeling of the seriousness of the situation, making him pout and walk in slowly, "Can I come in?" When he already was standing in front of you. You let out a deep sigh, making him worry and sit down in the armchair next to the loveseat you were laying on. His hand found the top of your head, letting his fingers graze over your hair, "What happened?"

You took a deep breath in and out, your arms still in front of your face, covering your frustration, "Why men?"

Mingyu was confused at your question, "Why men what?"

"Just, why men?" You sighed.

The co-CEO let a soft chuckle leave his lips, but shut himself up quickly, remembering that this was about something serious, "I don't think I understand (Y/N)..." he whispered.

You sat yourself up, back against the couch and head down, looking at your feet, "Do suits give men some kind of authority feeling? Like they're above everyone else and can just do as they please?" As you looked up, your glassy eyes found Mingyu's worrying pair, "Do you think you're better just because you're in a suit?"

His eyebrows shot up and a hand came to protect his heart, "M-Me?" Worrying about if he had done something wrong, but the quick shake of your head calmed him down, "No, no. I mean Men." You stated, earning another confused look of his with a slight smile on his lips, "Not you as a man!" A laugh left your lips at his reaction, but you got quiet again quickly, "Men in general."

"Like who?" He wondered gently, making you almost feel bad as you saw the soft gaze of his.

"Nam Jeeho." Letting the man's name tumble from your lips almost made you throw up. The memory of him won't leave your mind for quite some time. You hesitated with the second name and yet let it out, "Jeon Wonwoo."

Mingyu chose to ignore his best friend's name, deciding that talk would be fitting for another time, and focused on the first words he heard from you, "Nam Jeeho? The CEO from Nam Tech?" Then the lightbulb in his brain lit up, "OH, that's why Wonwoo mentioned him." He mumbled, but you heard him, not understanding everything, so you hummed. His head shot up to look at you, "He told me to come to check up on you." You looked at him in confusion, not sure if you understood what he was saying correctly,

"What, why?"

He shrugged, "You tell me," and smiled kindly at you. Your eyes got teary again. You had cried only a few minutes before already. You didn't know why. He didn't do much, but it was enough to let you feel disgusted. Disgusted at being a woman. Disgusted at having had to deal with such a thing after getting warned about it by other women. You had encountered situations like this before, yes, but not much, and one you weren't able to fully remember. But the fact that it happened in the space you usually feel safest in was even more disappointing. You shook your head, trying to remove the memory while also trying to find the courage to talk about it. Mingyu waited patiently, his eyes never leaving your side profile. Looking down at your feet playing with the carpet, you spoke up,

"He just made me very uncomfortable." You gulped right after, scrunching your eyebrows and closing your eyes, hoping the tears would go back. The man sat up straighter, "Did he touch you?" Which made you shake your head slightly,

"Not really," Mingyu raised his eyebrows in question of your statement, "He just kept on nudging my legs with his foot under the table..." he could also tell there was more you wanted to say, so he waited, "... and he grabbed me when I tried to walk past him..." Throughout it, you didn't even dare to look up, not wanting to see pity eyes looking back at you. You could have just defended yourself and didn't. You could have spoken up and didn't. You could have kicked him, and you didn't. Coward.

Mingyu pushed himself off the armchair and sat next to you, leaving a comfortable space between the two of you. "I'm sorry... that happened to you... it shouldn't. Not here." He was about to throw his arm around your shoulder, wanting to pull you close and hug you tightly, but reminded himself that you probably wouldn't want that right now. You nodded as you noticed the awkward position of his arm that he had pulled back, making you chuckle and sniffle, not noticing a tear had left your eye. "You can touch me, don't worry," smiling at Mingyu's kindness. He let out a breath of relief, not letting another second pass to do what he initially wanted to do, pulling you as close as possible into a motherly hug, with his other free hand on the side of your head.

"I shouldn't even be crying about that shit," you complained, ridiculing yourself. The co-CEO leaned over to the coffee table, grabbing a tissue for you,

"It's okay. It must've been uncomfortable."

You nodded, "I was just shocked... I almost had a panic attack," you chuckled, not knowing why you let Mingyu know about the entire background story of the situation.

"What?" He leaned back, looking down at you in shock, making you smile sadly, "It's a long story," not wanting to get into all of it while you should be working.

He thought for a second before an idea struck him, "You wanna go out for lunch now?" Knowing food makes everything better. You turned around and looked at the clock,

"It's not lunch break yet." But he just shrugged,

"So what?" And stood up, extending a hand for you to take, "I'm the co-CEO, and I want to take you out for lunch. Now. Please let me." His antics made you giggle and accept the proposal, letting him hold onto your hand and escort you out of your office. What you didn't notice, were the two eyes that didn't leave your silhouette during the entire conversation.

-

After your shared meal with Mingyu, which was spent in a comfortable atmosphere, talking about all kinds of things, getting to know each other a bit better, etc., he accompanied you back to your office, parting from you to go and see what his best friend was doing. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by the deep voice, "I asked you to check up on her, not take her out." The younger man's smile immediately faded away from his face, getting replaced by a slightly confused facial expression,

"What you're suddenly jealous about?"

Wonwoo rolled his eyes and stood up to place some papers on top of the cabinet by the window, "I'm not jealous. You just ignored the lunch break hours and kept her from doing her work." The statement made Mingyu chuckle,

"You gotta get better at hiding your jealousy, bro." And left without another comment.

In the meantime, you started getting back to a project idea you had created back when your father was still in the position of CEO. Your plan had been to finish it, show it to him, and secure yourself his seat for once he would retire. Sadly, the announcement of his step-down came earlier than you planned, and you were never able to complete the project or show it to him. Now that he wasn't in the company anymore, and somebody new had their name next to the title, you thought it might be a good idea to get back to it, maybe convince others of it too and get the position that you deserve to be in. You might have stopped letting it show, but you were still determined to throw Jeon Wonwoo off his throne.

One of the biggest problems were though, that you had to re-do most of the process - like contacting other companies, securing meetings, hiring people to visualise your ideas because it was outdated. And there was no way you'd show other people something that wasn't up-to-date. The idea was to expand. No, not in the way that your father had done by just selling the company to two young bachelors, but to go overseas. The opportunity was there, you just had to take the step that everyone else was too scared to take. This was something the project managers should be doing, but everyone got schooled by your father to be careful with the company, not even wanting to get into any risky business. But you were built differently. You were willing to take 'risks' because you actually informed yourself enough about them to turn those 'risks' into 'actual opportunities'.

Your dedication to the project made you forget the time you had been spending in your own office. The last memory of how late it was, was when Jisoo showed up and asked if he should take you home after he hadn't seen your car in the garage, which would usually be right next to his. With your eyes on the screen and your mind on writing another email, you got interrupted by a sharp knock on your glass door, and a deep voice following right after, "What are you still doing here?" You looked up, immediately finding the face of the CEO but squinting once he turned on the light, making you squint. You didn't even notice how dark it had gotten and that the only light was coming from your computer screen.

"What are you doing?" Jeon Wonwoo followed with another question, not letting you even get to answer the first one while your eyes still tried to get adapted to the light.

"Working," you answered as if it was the most obvious answer ever. He took a look at the watch on his arm - of course, he has one of those, like all good businessmen do - before looking up again,

"At 9:47 at night?" Putting his hands in his pocket. His comment made you look at the top right corner of the screen, finding out that he was right,

"Oh, shit. Oh- Jesus. I-I'll get going," you hastily turned off the screen and started packing your stuff together before a thought crossed your mind, "What are you still doing here?"

Honest or lie? He went with the latter and cleared his throat, "I had some things to do myself." You nodded but also noticed that he was not moving, but started looking around your office while you were still getting ready to leave.

As you put on your jacket, you decided to comment on it, slightly annoyed at his presence, "You know, you can leave, right? I have a key. I can close all the open rooms." But Jeon Wonwoo shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, "No, it's okay. I... I still have to finish something."

"Okay," just as you were about to put the bag over your shoulder, another one of his questions made your actions come to a halt.

"Are you okay?" He wondered, his eyes finding yours. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion,

"Yeah?" Your answer sounded more like a question, not even you knowing exactly why. Jeon Wonwoo nodded, his eyes roaming around the room again, making you wonder what he was still doing there, just standing and looking, "Why?" You asked him back, grabbing your bag and holding onto it with both hands.

The CEO sighed, "Nam Jeeho..." and you immediately understood, remembering Mingyu's words from earlier.

"I'm okay," you sent him a forced smile, uncomfortable in the conversation that had formed... for some reason. This was probably the longest time you had gone without raising your voice in front of each other... and it's only been a few minutes.

"Good night," with one last nod, you brushed past him after he had stepped aside and wished you a good night as well. You walked down the hall until you reached the part where you would have to go left to get to the elevators, but your memories made you stay still. You remembered the actions of none other than Jeon Wonwoo today. Turning around slowly, you came to sight with the man quickly changing the direction of his gaze. "Thank you," you let out after a big gulp. After he didn't answer immediately, you even decided to be civil enough to explain your gratefulness, "For-" but he was quick to interrupt,

"It's okay," He nodded. Thank God, you didn't have to describe it... that would've put you in a position you really didn't want to be in. After a slight bow with your head, you turned back around and continued your walk to the elevators, not looking back a second time.

Once the CEO heard the elevator go down and was sure that you wouldn't come up again, he took a slow step further into your office. Ever since you had come back from your lunch date with Mingyu, he noticed you working intensely on something. He had been wondering what it was that made you walk around the room, either talk on the phone or type on the keyboard and tug your hair out in frustration. It was wrong, yes. It was wrong to just enter your office without your knowledge, but technically you had already seen him come in, and he was only going to take a look around. You had seemed to be more focused on whatever you were doing than on anything else before - so it's only normal that he had started to show an interest in it.

Roaming around the room, he walked up to your desk, taking a brief look at all the pieces of paper that were scattered on the surface 'How the hell is she still more organized than me?' He wondered. Getting closer, Wonwoo was able to start making out the words that you had scribbled down. 'Expanding', 'USA' sprung out to him, making him take a seat in your chair. He didn't want to... and he really shouldn't... but his nosiness got the best of him, making him run his hands through the papers, picking some up to get a better look at others.

Underneath one of the biggest stacks, he came to sight with a notebook. Again... he shouldn't... he knew that. But this was about the company and could potentially be very important. After getting ahold of it, he opened the page you had marked and found a note in your handwriting:

Webdesign department --> Presentation?

Presentation:

7 slides 8 slides + Goodbye

map or globe

keywords, NO SENTENCES!

mention companies

handout?

Present meeting Tuesday

It seemed as if you had been planning on presenting something for the meeting with your father on Tuesday. But if that was the case, you would have to tell this to Wonwoo first, and he would have to agree on it... which neither you nor he had done yet. Maybe you were planning on doing it. You clearly weren't finished yet, and he wouldn't mention it to you, so he would just have to wait and see.

-

You spent the rest of the week crammed up in your office, only leaving to have short lunch breaks with Jisoo. There was not one day that you left the building before 9 pm. What you had found out was that Jeon Wonwoo usually leaves even later... or he wants to wait for everyone to be out of this office, not trusting anyone else but himself to lock all at the rooms, even though you had been working there for longer than him.

It was only the two of you on the last two days of the week, but you each stayed in your offices, clearly occupied by your own things that you had to do. On Thursday, you left without even saying goodbye, not being too bothered at being polite. On Friday, you felt like being nice for some reason - blame Mingyu's two-hour-long visit to your office. You decided to pass by his office before leaving the building. Not even walking in, you just knocked on the open door and let your head pop in,

"Good night," you quickly said to him. You waited for a reply... but got some mumbling which you hoped to be some kind of 'goodbye' or 'good night' while his eyes didn't leave the computer screen. Great... of course he would react that way. Why did you even feel the need to say goodbye? Pathetic. There was one minor or rather major thing you forgot to do on Friday though. And that was to turn off your computer. Your project idea had expanded to you having to crawl on the floor, papers laid out as you created a pinboard with your ideas and plans. You had bought even more coloured pens, stickers, and tape. The poster on the floor that you were working on made you leave the computer screen and not turn back to it, focused on the papers in front of you. After leaving the office, Jeon Wonwoo, like the other nights before too, roamed your room, coming to sight with what you had been working on when the screen of your computer lit up. He found an email response but decided to leave it alone for you to see and read. What interested him more were the multiple folders and files on your desktop, all labelled with similar words. Once again, he knew he shouldn't, but he took a look.

Even the weekend you spent at the desk in your apartment, with your phone on silent, and focus on your work. And yet... you didn't finish what you had planned. Not even close. No company could remember you calling last year and they were not interested in trying to remember you or continue being in contact. This left you miserable and unmotivated for the following week. You wanted to show your father that you were able to do something on your own. Something big. Something that Jeon Wonwoo wasn't even trying to do. And you failed. Miserably.

Tuesday came quicker than expected as you dragged yourself through the hallway of the office, ready to face your father on that wonderful day. Ever since he had given up the position of CEO, you hadn't talked to him... nor were you planning on it. Unless it was for the business. If you learned anything from him, it was that 'Business comes first'. With that mindset, you entered your office, placed your bag on the couch before throwing yourself next to it. You had come in later than usual, it already being 10 am.

After a heavy sigh left your lips, your eyes travelled to the floor, taking a look at what you had done so far. Not much. All of this for nothing. Because you didn't get done in time. You weren't able to finish it in the time that you wanted, so you had nothing to show off at today's meeting. A knock on the glass door interrupted your depressive thinking,

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Jisoo strutted in, as happy as ever, but your facial expression made his smile disappear quickly. "What's going on? Why sad?" He changed his focus from you to the 'mess', "Jesus, what's all that?" Pointing to the floor.

"My misery," you answered emotionless. He turned to you, watching you sadly as you sighed. "I tried... I wanted to prove to him that I can lead this company. That I could get the company even higher and make it bigger." You continued, looking at your failure.

Jisoo approached you, taking a seat in the armchair next to you, "Prove it to who?"

"My father."

The man's eyes softened, taking in your slouched figure sitting on the couch. Now it all made sense to him. He obviously knew about your relationship with your father, recalling all the times he had found you coming out of the bathroom, eyes red and cheeks stained. Or the times you hid in your tiny office, lights turned off so no one would see you.

"Is this about today's meeting?" He wondered gently, "I saw it on the calendar," reminding you that every manager in the department has access to seeing it. You nodded, looking down at the poster you had been working on throughout last week's nights.

"I just wanted to show him that it was a mistake not to make me the CEO... and now I can't."

Jisoo smiled at you as sympathetically as possible, "You'll get so many more opportunities to prove it to him," he chuckled, "Do you really think today would be the last time he visits?" Making you also laugh sadly. As thankful as he was that your father had employed him, he had never been a big fan of the old CEO, watching how he had been treating you since day one.

"I just want to survive today, go back home, and cry." You threw your head back with a groan, and Jisoo leaned over to pat your arm,

"You're not gonna cry. You're gonna survive that meeting and not let yourself get put down by your father. Alright?" Your sad eyes found his kind pair, watching you with a smile, "Alright?" He asked again after you didn't respond. You sent him a quick smile and a nod. Somehow you had to survive.

-

While you were typing on your keyboard, your hands were shaking as you watched the clock change numbers, getting closer and closer to 1 pm. Employees were passing your office, walking back and forth, making you look up every now and then, just to make sure you wouldn't miss today's visitors. And then there he was. Strutting past your office, not even glancing inside of it, but walking straight ahead to find the new CEO's room. Whatever you had been working on on your screen was long forgotten, your eyes now focused on the office in front of you. One of the rare times you were thankful for the almost completely windowed walls.

Smiling and laughing, the two men greeted each other, with the two lawyers your father had brought playing along. You could throw up. As soon as the clock struck 12:55 and your alarm reminded you of the time, you shot up, grabbed your bag and notebook, and crossed the floor to get to Jeon Wonwoo's office.

As soon as you stood in the door, your father's and the lawyer's backs turned to you, you knocked on the door, making the three turn around and the CEO's eyes land on you.

"(Y/N)!" Your father greeted you, "You also found the way, great... next time I'd prefer if I find you and Wonwoo already next to each other. As CEO and COO, alright?" Not even letting you greet everyone in the room, he criticized you, throwing random remarks at you even though you were on time. You nodded and looked down for a bit before a voice made you look up again,

"Nice to see you again, (Y/N)," one of the lawyers welcomed you, extending his hand for you to take. He had known you ever since he started working for your father, watching you become the woman that you are today.

"Nice to see to you, Mister Kang," you nodded, accepting the tight grip of his handshake before you got escorted out.

"Shall we start?" Jeon Wonwoo spoke up, walking ahead all of you, leading the way to the meeting room. You were right behind him, making sure not to stand too close to your father since you would have to endure his talking for long enough already.

Your CEO stopped in front of the door to the other room and extended his arm, showing you to walk in first, which you did after nodding thankfully. You walked over to the chair you had occupied in the last meeting and waited for everyone to enter before taking a seat. Just as your father was about to speak up, an employee from the advertising department rushed into the room, clearly out of breath. He quickly found the empty chair next to you, in front of the three visitors and sat down, trying to catch his breath. You looked at him in confusion before your eyes found your father again as he spoke up, "Ah, Dosan! Good to see you." Your eyes switched between both of them, trying to find the reason for his presence. "Good choice, Wonwoo," your father complimented the young CEO, "Dosan has always been one of my best employees," before turning back to the man to your right, "You will present the future plans for Oksan today?"

Dosan nodded quickly, his breath somewhat stable again as he stood up, "Yes, sir." But before he was able even to take just one step towards the other side of the room, Jeon Wonwoo's voice stopped him,

"Actually, you can sit down," turning his head towards you, who was head down, looking at the notebook, "Miss Yoon will present us her idea today." His comment made your head snap up, looking at him wide-eyed, taken aback by the sudden statement, but he kept his cold facial expression.

"W-What?"

Your father interrupted the moment, "Mister Jeon," he got polite again suddenly, "You have an incredibly talented expert in advertising right here," pointing at Dosan, "He should give his presentation."

"Sir, by all means, but Miss Yoon has more experience and much better ideas." He looked at your father before fixing his glance back at you. With your pleading eyes, you begged him to stop talking, but he just continued looking at you with a blank stare. Your voice began to shake as you admitted to your father and the other men in the room, "I-I'm sorry. I... I don't... I don't have anything prepared for today. I wasn't told-" your father interrupted you,

"See, pff," he scuffed, turning all attention towards him, "typical woman. Never ready when you as her to do something." Making all of the men, minus Jeon Wonwoo, laugh. At this moment, you wished for the floor to just swallow you. Please make it stop. The CEO excuse himself quickly, and pulled you up with him, making you stumble slightly, as he made you follow him outside of the meeting room, into the familiar hallway. Before he was able to say anything, you made sure that the door was closed and immediately started shout-whispering at him,

"What the fuck?! Are you seriously now trying to embarrass me in front of all those misogynistic men?!" You were furious, but he just took your hand in his, opened your palm and placed familiar pieces of paper and a USB stick in it.

"I found it in your office. Just present it," Jeon Wonwoo stated, "Stop overthinking everything, and just do it." And left to go back inside, leaving you in shock as you stared at the things in your hand. As perplexed as you were, you had to act fast, so you just stepped back into the room, his voice already ringing through your ears, "Sorry, she just didn't know where the USB stick was. She's ready." Nodding towards you.

Your father huffed out, "Of course, she didn't. With that big bag, she always carries arou-," before he could finish his sentence, the CEO cut him off,

"Alright, Miss Yoon, please." And pointed to the other side of the room where a laptop was already open and the projector was on. You quickly crossed the floor, put the stick in and looked for the presentation you should open. There was only one:

(Y/N)-Overseas_Expansion.ppt

You clicked on it, opened it and took a brief look at the pieces of paper in your hands. They were your notes of what you had been working on. You knew all of them in and out, having spent days and nights on them, trying to compile them as good as possible. It didn't matter that the project's process wasn't anywhere near where you wanted it to be, you had to present it right then and there.

With one last look around the room, your eyes found Jeon Wonwoo's cold stare, making you feel more securer than before and more steady and ready to start.

With only a few glances at the papers, you finished your speech within a good 10 minutes, talking freely and using the unfamiliar PowerPoint presentation for visual representation. You didn't know what it said or who had done it, but it surely helped you. You did notices that it included a few things that you had written down, wanting them to be included in the one you had been working on. After an ending and a bow, Jeon Wonwoo was the first to clap, making the other men do the same as you nodded thankfully. Everybody seemed to be impressed with your idea and engagement... everybody but one.

"Who's presentation is this?" Your father suddenly threw the question into the room.

"S-Sorry?" Your voice quickly changed from the confident tone you had throughout the last 10 minutes, to the tone of a scared little girl.

"Who's idea was this really?" He kept on nagging, not believing that you had worked on this on your own for even a second. While you kept your head down, your shoes being far more interesting than the stares of the men in the room, Jeon Wonwoo took the lead,

"Miss Yoon's, sir. She has been working on this for quite some time now."

Your father sighed and turned to you again, "Why are you getting involved in this? This is the job of employees! Don't take away a job they're good at."

"Maybe you should focus on yourself and let the men do their work," the final words of the lawyer next to your father gave you the last kick you needed. You threw your notes on the table, quickly grabbed your bag and immediately left the room, ignoring Jeon Wonwoo's try to stop you by calling out your name.

Fucking bastard. Both of them. That asshole of CEO that knew how disgusting your father was, and that old man that had no business commenting on your work as he didn't have any power over your anymore. Plus that prick of a lawyer. Who was he anyway to talk to you like that?!

As soon as you reached your own office, you closed the door with a strong push, threw your bag across the room and immediately found the papers that were still lying on the floor. All that work for nothing. Your anger got the best of you as you walked up to them, reaching down to grab them and ripping them hastily. Your feet stomped on top of them, ripping them apart with your heels. Heavy breaths left your mouth while you destroyed everything that you had been working on. Once only shredded paper was left on the floor, you got to work on your desk. Every book. every stack of paper, every notebook you had there suffered from your moment of rage. The pens you kept neatly in a container were thrown onto the floor, not caring that some of them broke at the harsh impact. Ripping the books was harder than expected but you even managed to do that.

Just as you were about to put your hands on your computer, wanting to destroy all evidence of everything you had ever worked on, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you away from your desk. You fought against the tight grip the person had on you, stomping your feet while trying to free your arms. Once you were further away from destroying the things that were still in place, the person held onto your arms softly, turning you around to face them. As soon as you came to sight with his face, you pushed him away from you, "Don't fucking touch me!" You shouted in Jeon Wonwoo's face, but his hold on you got tighter, "Don't touch me!" You pushed him off, taking a few steps back. "What the fuck do you think that just was?! What was that for?! How could you embarrass me like that?!" Your loud voice echoed through your office. He kept his glare on you as you continued ranting, "You knew how he would react! You know him! Was that fucking necessary?! To put me in a position like that?!" You only noticed the tears running down your face once they hit your lips, letting you feel the salty taste.

Your words and the raise of your voice made the man's blood boil, "What?! Suddenly you can talk back?! You stand up against your father and me when you're alone, but as soon as other men are in the room you turn small?! Stop letting them belittle you like that!! Speak up for yourself!" He fought back.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do!! You bastard! You knew he was going to react like that! He hates me working here! He always has, and he always will! You did to me on purpose, you fucking asshole! You embarrassed me in front of him AND his two fucking lawyers, AND that idiot Dosan!" With your hands in your hair, you walked around the room, trying to calm yourself, but the rage you felt towards the man in front of you didn't die down.

Jeon Wonwoo took a few steps closer to you, "I didn't do anything on purpose! I was trying to help you!! But you stepped down from your high horse and let those assholes get a hold of you! If you can shout at me like that, do it to them too!"

You chuckled in anger, lowering your voice slightly, but the volume was still louder than usually, "Help me?! You fucking idiot! Yeah, right, as if you're trying to help me with anything here!" Then you started screaming again, "IF YOU WANT ME GONE, JUST FUCKING FIRE ME! FIRE ME AND LET ME GO!"

With a few more steps, he was closer to you than ever before, "I'M NOT GOING TO FIRE YOU! STOP LETTING YOURSELF GET RUN OVER BY MEN LIKE THEM! STAND UP FOR YOURSELF, JESUS CHRIST!"

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU KNOW THAT I WON'T DO THAT! SO STOP TELLING ME TO DO SO!" With the short distance between you, you were able to push him away from you by his arms, "Get the fuck out of my office!" Before you were able to put your hands on his chest to push him for a third time, his hands wrapped around your wrist, holding onto them tightly, pulling you closer, so that you'd be able to hear him whisper through his teeth, "Stop fucking cursing at me and get back into that meeting room." You tried fighting against his grip, but only got pushed back further, having to take steps to not fall when you suddenly felt the cabinet behind you. His hold got tighter, making you look up and glance into his eyes that were already fixed on you the entire time.

"I'm not going back there," you answered him with the same tone, your voice slightly quivering since the tears had only just stopped falling from your eyes.

Jeon Wonwoo shook his head, your hand still in his grip, placed against his chest, "Don't test me."

You raised your eyebrows at his warning, feeling one last tear roll down your cheek, "Or what?"

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[osws]

I AM 100% IN LOVE WITH HIM JDKSBSKS

[vermillioncrown]

never heard of polyphia until one of my classmates mentioned it and now I’m seeing it everywhere (basset meinhoff phenomenon moment)

(apparently my modern band teacher’s teaching assistant used to do vocals for them - aforementioned classmate is a big polyphia fan so she’s been bombarding him with questions lol)

do you have any song recs for them?

i also never heard of polyphia… until this past sunday.

(super fucking cool about your ta! idek what i'd ask in that position… ig if you're doing band you actually want to do music in the future so it's just feeling around what contemporaries are up to, esp ones that you are a fan of)

tldr from oldest to newest to hear their progression:

inspire ep ("impassion")

envision single

muse album ("aviator", "jungle", "james franco")

renaissance album ("nightmare", "storm", "bittersweet", "amour", or "euphoria"; the 'or' is intentional)

entire the most hated ep ("icronic", "goose", "40oz")

entire new levels new devils album ("nasty", "saucy", "g.o.a.t." at the top. esp "g.o.a.t.")

"look but don't touch" single

entire remember that you will die album (esp "playing god", "bloodbath", "riverie", "chimera", "neurotica", "ego death")

in-depth reasoning why i picked those songs in particular under the cut

equation to finding polyphia via ytube algorithm:

synth/eurorack/producer ytube + anime ost and rock covers of those osts = twitch episode of herman li from dragonforce talking about "playing god"

clicked the vid, the intro to the song blew my metaphorical nuts clean off

bc of the way i listen to music, non-stop looping from sun-tues until i finished typing my proposal document

=

with these songs, you can hear their evolution from super technical prog metalcore (more metal than mathrock, more alternative influences) to what they are today.

old stuff, super super quintessential prog and math. noodling on, exploring but not much direction, interesting but ultimately unmemorable. "impassion" is the strongest of the old ep that took an idea and developed it to an end.

"envision" is super metalcore, but i like it. starting to see them fuck around with tempo and time signatures as they feel like it, rather than following a formula even during exploration.

of the muse album, this is the foreshadowing of what's to come. adding to the genre, experimenting and developing musical ideas more. i find that the most developed of the bunch are "aviator", "jungle", and "james franco"

renaissance album wasn't a big evolution since muse. but the biggest change is not just the focus on technical playing, they start messing with production. composition, mixing. really feels like their pondering what is their style. "nightmare", "storm", "bittersweet", "paradise", "amour", and "euphoria" all had some central musical idea and stuck with them; and despite being different it's more like a commentary on their style such that pick one to enjoy. they've def chilled out more by the end of this album and even the songs seem to feel like they know what direction they want to explore next.

the most hated ep YO. they're coming. really dialing in on that focus and pointed flex of their technique, rather than a scattered showing. the whole fucking ep is amazing, but standouts are "icronic", "goose", and "40 oz". you can tell they're getting comfortable with where they stand and what they do. the technical nature of their playing is more understated, with stronger melodic ideas, and you get some memorable riffs and licks.

new levels new devils HERE WE GO. verm bf thinks this is the best album, but i love the style of the new one too much to agree (getting there next). can't really avoid trap and hiphop this day and age, so why not ingest it? that influence starts coming in, and rather than a mashup or a remix, it is borrowing that influence to give this "if you know you know" stage for their musical skill and technique to Flex. no more getting lost in the sauce like prog metalcore. G.O.A.T IS FUCKING GOAT IF YOU READ MY TAGS IN THE LAST POST

look but don't touch is both more trap and metal at the same time. i find it interesting bc it's loud like a lot of older styles of rock, but it doesn't feel in your face. and the fact they chose to wind the song down at the end w vocals shows they know what they want to do and they'll just fucking do it. i can respect that

remember that you will die I love spanish guitar and latin style, holy fucking shit aaaaaa, that bossa nova in there is fucking 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 "genesis" is so funky, i feel like this is a b-side to a persona game ost lmao. "playing god" sucked me off and gave me a kiss that's how fucking good it was to listen to holy shit i want to explode!!! abso-fucking-lutely a flex with the playing, the bassline and drums are so fucking immaculate keeping the bounce without turning it heavy. god plays that song. "riverie" brought back the howls from "g.o.a.t." and you really see them come into playing and producing. "neurotica" is a bit lighter and just super cute and fun. "chimera" with that bossa nova in the middle YUH, "bloodbath" w deftone's moreno, more metal but without the heavy dissonance of deftones. and "ego death" is as cleanly as you can lay it out: a juxtaposition of one of the greats vs new talent

i really can't wait to see what they do next, bc even if it's not exactly to my taste, i feel like it'll at least be interesting.

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

At first his presence was not detected, creating an opportunity for Osamu to observe your intoxicated state and to deliberate what action the situation called for. From the colourful curses uttered into the device snug against your ear he was able to ascertain who you were speaking to. The nickname ‘flamingo head’ could only reasonably be directed at Hanamaki, after-all.

But what Osamu did not know was that the conversation you were engaged in was rapidly shredding the limited energy you had conserved to refrain from collapsing. Administering a lecture to a heavily intoxicated person was not a calculated decision on his part. Further, Hanamaki’s annoyance with you solely stemmed from your treatment towards Iwaizumi. Not a single comment was issued to critique your decision to poison your liver at seven thirty in the evening. Rather, an implicit message of understanding laid at the foundation of his speech. These were details that the cook was struggling to discover, since all he could catch were the limited and short responses you shot back between various cries of irritation.

“Oh my God. Can you just stop. I can’t hear this right now!”

The distress seizing your throat had overwhelmed him with the protective desire to sooth you. Instinctively he proceeded a step closer, although he had to stop himself mid-step when your startled gaze landed on him. The quizzical expression etched into your features compelled him to lower the hand that was subconsciously raised in your direction. The emotions that were empowering him seconds prior were instantly washed away in a current of guilt.

A piece of him knew that he should have called Bokuto once stumbling onto the alarming scene, since he was someone you were willing to speak to and receive comfort from. And yet, the cook could not bring himself to abandon you – his heart would not allow such an action, particularly because he knew that he was the one responsible for your ache.

He wholeheartedly believed the curses spilling from your rouge coloured lips would soon be aimed at him. And so, when you suddenly pinched your eyelids shut and titled your chin skyward, confusion was added to the mixture of emotions boiling inside of his stomach.

“Fuck. I’m hallucinating again.” There was a hint of humour in the supposed realization that was proclaimed to the heavens. But the elongated sigh that followed the declaration indicated that you were becoming quite tired with the illusions your mind was projecting. Internally you had come to the conclusion that your mind was plotting against you, that is, it was partaking in an act of revenge in response to your recent increase of questionable decisions.

“Y/n… I’m not a hallucination.” Osamu vocalized the clarification solemnly, while remaining a safe distance away. However, based on your level of disorientation, he correctly assumed the counter-position would not be accepted.

Instead of responding immediately, an incoherent farewell was issued to the male continuing to scold you on the phone. Exhaustion weighed on your eyelids, forcing them into slits as you ended the call, before sloppily slipping the device into your jacket pocket. Osamu watched your every movement with careful precision, knowing well that excess amounts of alcohol would place you into a drowsy state. 

Usually, when you first bypass your regular intake of alcohol, illusions would lace through your conception of reality until the fine line between fact and fiction blurred. Drowsiness was the symptom that generally followed 10-15 minutes later. Although, he had only witnessed you in this state a few times, and so his data was limited. But he knew one thing for sure. You only elected to push past the point of no return when reality was far too much to bear.

And he knew this time it was his fault.

It was meant to be a day of celebration, but you were not drinking to commemorate your latest success. You were drinking to forget him.  

“That’s exactly what a hallucination would say.” The clever retort was accompanied by a short-lived laugh as you dipped an eyelid into a wink and tapped a finger against your head. At this point he knew anything vocalized would be categorized as fictitious, and perhaps it was for the best. What good could come from a conversation infected by liquor?

Osamu had now accepted that texting Bokuto was the correct decision, one that would satisfy you once you regained your sobriety. However, his resolve to text the Ace withered away in seconds as you sauntered over to him, gesturing strangely with your injured hand.

“Oi. Don’t ignore me.”

The cook blinked down at you, unable to rip away his stare as you halted a mere inch away from him, skeptically surveying him. The change in proximity not only prompted his heart to alter its rhythm, it flushed his pale cheeks with a rose hue. How was it that after eight years, you still managed to impact him to this extent? No one could draw out his emotions as effortlessly as you.

He had to fight his initial desire to brush away the stray strands of hair decorating your face, causing his fingers to twitch. He did not want to upset you, nor take advantage of the situation. However, his worries were silenced as you unexpectedly planted your palms on either side of his face, squishing playfully until his lips were slightly puckered. The physical contact stunned him, though he did not mind it. Even though the pressure exerted was a little aggressive, he welcomed it. He would accept anything from you, for he was at your mercy.  

“Shit. You really do look real.” Amusement led your eyelids to expand in size, and the glint decorating your irises resembled the one worn by children on Christmas day. “My mind did a really good job… But you can’t fool me.” Based on the teasing giggle that followed your words, Osamu knew whatever came next would not be pleasant. “Are you wonderin’ what? Your eyes, silly. The real ‘Samu hasn’t looked at me with that much love in forever.” The word ‘forever’ was slurred unnaturally and was accompanied by a little sway of your head. While the smile painted across your lips indicated that you enjoyed the odd enunciation, your explanation had amplified the guilt gnawing at his conscience.

Did he even deserve you anymore?

The self-pity party commencing inside of his head was quickly brought to an end as you unlatched your palms from his face, allowing them to return to your sides. A dreamy sigh was blown out as languor draped around you, increasing the influence of gravity on your knees. He watched you sway drowsily for a few seconds, not knowing whether you would accept his support if offered.

But when your remaining sliver of energy was spent, he shook his head, dispelling his concerns before slipping his arms around you, and ushering you to find support against him. His heart twisted inside of his chest, dancing in joy from the forbidden embrace. Tears stung at his waterline as you naturally snuggled against him, relishing in the sense of security his embrace granted you.

“You know… you’re pretty warm for a hallucination.” Pressing your cheek against the fabric over his chest, you were overcome with tranquility. “Wow… my mind even got your heartbeat right…”

Allowing his eyelids to flutter shut, he inhaled a breath to keep the tears at bay.

He was a fucking mess.

“Y/n. I’m sorry.” The apology was mumbled against your hair lowly, and did not reach your ears, as you were slowly slipping out of consciousness. “I’m so sorry…” While your current state did not permit you the luxury of comprehending his words, the way he trembled against you had led you to gently rub his back.

“You’re okay, big guy.”

A small smile tugged at the ends of his lips, the only sign of happiness on his swollen features. Only you would be trying to comfort him without realizing it – when you were the one in pain. Leading you head away from his chest a smidge, he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, as tiny droplets paraded down his cheeks. 

“I love you, y/n.”

He acknowledged that based on his past mistakes, he did not deserve you. But he vowed that one day, once again, he would become worthy of your love. Or at least, he would spend his whole life trying.

Let’s do it again, shall we - i’m sorry 

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A/N: I TRIED, ALRIGHT. 

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[lu-undy]

Chapter 101 - SBT

Here it is!

"Mon Dieu…"

"Yeah…"

Both were laying in bed like starfish on a beach, panting and catching their breaths. 

"You… Surpassed yourself… mon amour…"

"Did you-?"

"Oui…" Lucien put a hand on his chest to catch his breath. 

"You did…?"

"Oui…!" Lucien insisted. 

"You sure?" 

"Mundy…!"

"But I didn't touch you, I just-?" Mundy put his forearm on his sweaty brow. 

"I know…" Lucien closed his eyes. "I… know… I just… you were hitting the right spot, if you need… details…"

"I was…? I had no idea… God…" 

"Were my cries… moans… and whimpers… not enough?"

"You're usually… quite vocal…" Mundy answered.

"It is the first time… that this happens…" 

Mundy had grabbed his bottle of water from the night table and offered it to Lucien. They both pushed themselves to sit and took turns drinking. 

"Merci, mon amour."

[Thank you, my love.]

"Yeah, you’re welcome, Lu'."

They sank down in the sheets and naturally, Lucien laid his head on Mundy's shoulder. The Aussie wrapped an arm around him. 

"But really, you… did the thing without you or me touchin' you?" 

"Technically, you were touching me, just not with your hands and not where you are thinking." They exchanged a smile. 

"Guess so, yeah…" Mundy's hand stroked his lover. "Uh, did you feel it as strongly as when I do it… properly?"

"Even more so. The fact that you or I were not touching me made it stronger, more intense."

"Oh, ok."

"Don't worry, I shall reciprocate next time." 

They exchanged a smile.

"Can't wait. Speakin' of waiting, I hope I didn't make you wait too long at the restaurant."

"Long enough to be approached by another man."

"Seriously?!" 

"Is this jealousy I sense?" Lucien smiled. 

"What the hell does he think he's doin'? Did he annoy you? Why didn't you tell me while we were there, I'd have had a word or two with him…" Mundy tightened the hug, protectively.

"It is fine, I let him have his way and when he was deep enough in his own grave, I ended him."

"What? What's that mean?" 

"I flirted back with him until…"

"Until?"

"Until I resumed my normal voice. You should have seen his face, he was livid." 

"Pfff…" 

They both shared a laugh. 

"Still, next time, you tell me, alright?" 

"And what would you have done?" 

"Don't know… I'd have told him the truth, that you're mine, and no one comes near you." 

"Possessive?"

"Protective, and maybe a bit possessive…"

"Territorial, I like that in you, mon loup."

Lucien snuggled against his lover who combed his long hair with his fingers.

"May I ask, do you prefer me shaved?" 

"I don't mind. I like both. And it's not like you're super hairy otherwise."

"Yet I felt it, you made love to me differently tonight." 

"Hm… Yeah, felt different… Still does, I mean, look at you! Lost a few years without the beard and all, and those stockings… Gosh…!"

"Are you calling me old?" Lucien teased. 

"Nah… Vintage." Mundy tried to save himself.

"Vintage means old for clothes, Mundy…" 

"Yeah well… I'm not makin' it better, aren't I?" 

"Non." Lucien chimed with a smile. 

"And now you're gonna bully me ‘cause I said you're old, right?"

"Exactement."

[Exactly.]

"Well, fuck me then…" 

"I'd rather you did it to me, but not just now." 

"I didn't mean it literally!"

"Didn't you?" Lucien teased. 

"Pfff…" He laughed and kissed his lover's brow while holding him tight. "Love you, doll." 

"I like this new nickname." 

"What?" 

"Doll." Lucien answered, looking up at his lover. 

"It's usually a sheila's pet name."

"I don't mind, I like the sound and the connotations of it." 

"Really? Like bein' a doll, eh?" Mundy cupped Lucien's cheek.

"I like being yours, without a doubt." 

"Y'know what?"

"Pray tell." 

"The more I know you, the more I'm surprised how much you like bein' uh… like… not dominant."

"Oh?" 

"When I met you, you were so arrogant, so self-confident, so… argh! I'd never have imagined you could be that soft and all."

"Is that an issue?" 

"No, not at all, on the contrary. I love when you're bein' like that. Shows you trust me an awful lot." 

"I do." Lucien confirmed and as his head rose and fell to the rhythm of Mundy's breath, his eyelids felt heavier and heavier. 

"Lu'...?" 

"Mh?" 

"Thanks for tonight, everythin' was perfect, just like you." Lucien smiled with his eyes closed. Mundy looked down at the both of them. "You not gonna remove your stockings?"

"I am way too tired."

"And sore, eh?" 

"Non, actually…"

"Oh? Thought it'd be hurtin'."

"You went slowly enough and you had prepared me plenty, mon amour." 

"Well, gotta do that again then, and maybe we can go for round two next time…?" 

"Gladly." 

"You'd let me… do it twice?" 

"Mh-hm." 

"Should've met you when I was in my twenties…" Mundy said. 

"Mh?"

"Because I was unstoppable back then."

Lucien's eyes snapped open. 

"Are you saying that…?" He asked. 

"Yup. Literally had a bit of a reputation for it." 

"Quoi?" Lucien asked, surprised and Mundy chuckled with his low, gravelly laughter. 

"Used to be like that. It passed when I got older." 

"I should have met you when you were in your twenties then…"

"What?" Mundy asked and Lucien closed his eyes on his shoulder again. 

"I was the same…" 

"Seriously?"

"There are rumours, or rather legends about me."

"What do they say?" 

"That I have as many children as the number of women who laid eyes on me." 

"What?!" 

"Other less uhm… naturally gifted spies spread those words around. And instead of harming me, they made my fame and reputation." 

"Pfff…" Mundy chuckled. "I'm laughin' both for the story and for your voice."

"What about it?" 

"You sound sleepy as hell." 

"Do you have any idea how long it took me to shave everywhere and prepare myself? It was exhausting…" 

"Aw, poor you… C'mere, doll, gimme a good night kissy, eh?" 

Lucien raised his head with his eyes still closed and pushed his lips on Mundy's. 

"There, g'night, gorgeous." 

"Bonne nuit, mon loup." 

Mundy adjusted the cover on them both and closed his eyes. 

-- A few days later --

"That's very sweet of you, Mum, thanks." 

"Bah, anythin' to help you, Micky!"

They were both in the living-room, sitting side by side on the sofa. Perle was lying on Caroline's lap and Soot, on Mundy's. 

"Will he be much longer?" She asked. 

"Uh…" Mundy looked at his watch. "A couple of hours more."

"Ah, alright." 

"And you, Mum, how's it goin' with Dad? Is he alright?" 

Caroline's smile faded slowly as she put her cup of tea back on the coffee table. 

"He… We aren't in the best of terms at the moment." 

"What's happenin'?"

She sighed. 

"It's your father… When you told him about Lucien and you, he was quite upset. He stayed angry for a few days. Then he went to see Maurice. When he came back, he was just… empty."

"Empty?"

"Yeah, always looking at nothing, doesn't talk much. Sometimes I catch him just sitting on the couch and just… doing nothing. He's not watching the television or listening to the radio. He's just sitting there by himself, staring at nothing, thinking about God knows what…"

"Did you try and talk to him?" Mundy asked. 

"Yeah, asked him if he was alright. He always says he's fine and carries on."

"When did he go and see Maurice?"

"More than a week ago now."

"Crikey... And does he say anything when you come and visit here?" 

"Nope. Nothin'. Not even a 'hey' or a 'hello' when I come back. It's like he's living alone."

"Gosh… I-I'm sorry, Mum."

"What for?"

"It's all my fault and it falls on you again, although…" Caroline was about to answer when she got surprised by Mundy's sentence not ending there. "Even if I'm very sorry that it happens to you cause you got nothing to do with this, I… I'm not gonna change anythin'."

"What d'you mean?"

"I guess Dad expects me to go back and apologise and-"

"No, of course not."

"What?"

"You say that as if you did in the past, but it's not true, Micky. Remember when you used to go with the van, huntin' for days on end? Even if he yelled at you, you never stopped." 

"Doesn't mean I felt happy about how I got along with Dad because of it." 

"I know. But I don't think he is expectin' you to come back and apologise. Apologise for what? You're bein' a good boy…" She cupped his cheek and smiled, to which he grinned back. "And look at your smile… Y'know, I told your Dad about this."

"About what?"

"I never saw you smile half as much as I see you do now, since you're with Lucien." 

"Oh, really?" 

"Yeah! And the way you look at him all makes sense now."

"Mum…!" Mundy felt embarrassed, he lowered his head and hunched his back. 

"Nothin' to be ashamed of, I find you cute…!" Mundy blushed. "I know we never talked about boys or girls, but if you ever need to, I'm here for you." She patted his back. 

"Yeah… Thanks, Mum."

"How's it going for you and your Lu', eh? Guess it's going strong from that blush on your face…?"

"I-I don't know if I can say… It's uh… "

"Come on…!" She pushed.

"Hold on, before I answer you, is there anythin' I can do to help you, Mum?"

"With what?"

"With Dad."

Caroline sighed. 

"Nah, you did all you had to do. It's shakin' the old man but he gotta take it, eh."

"Thanks, Mum." He leaned to her and she wrapped an arm around him. 

"It's normal, Micky. It took me a bit of time to get used to myself, but hey, I did it. But tell me now, what's up with your Lu', eh?" 

"Mum, he's… fantastic. He's just… He's better than blokes in movies and all… He's the best thing to have ever happened in my life." Mundy sighed, lovestruck.

"Aww, Micky…" Caroline looked at her son, leaning his head on her shoulder, and smiled. "Never seen you like that, baby." 

"Cause I never felt like that…!"

"What did he do?" 

"He took me out, in the Maravilhoso, y'know, the Brazilian place in town."

"Oh, yeah, the one with the yellow flashy lights, yeah?"

"Yeah, that one." 

"So you got some dinner there?"

"We went separately and uh… Gosh, when I saw him, I… I fell in love with him all over again… I don't even know if that makes sense but I was feelin' like at the beginnin', y'know? Knees went to jelly, mouth was dry and weird. Couldn't speak properly."

"It does make a lot of sense, Micky. I felt that twice in my life."

"Oh, when?" 

"First, when your father accepted to take you in with me and raise you. The second time was when we changed our name, after the fire. I guess Maurice told you our new name, didn't he?"

"No, he didn't actually. Said I should ask you, back when I asked him."

Caroline smiled. 

"We sat with your father and took a long time to think. Maurice said to take something completely different from Turner, but also, something we'd recognise instantly. It'd be odd if someone called us by our names but none of us reacted, eh?"

"What did you go for in the end?" Mundy asked. 

Caroline grinned sweetly and raised her hazel eyes to her son.

"Mundee." 

Mundy's eyebrows jumped. 

"Really? Mundy?"

"Yeah, but spelt with double 'e' in the end, instead of 'y'." 

Mundy hugged his mother. 

"Guess you came up with the name, eh?" He asked.

"I think I did, I can't remember exactly now. But I remember that we both agreed without thinking. Anytime someone says 'Mr Mundee' or 'Mrs Mundee', I think of you and say a little prayer for you in my heart, baby." She hugged him back.

"Thank you so much…"

"Been missing you and your adorable smile, Micky. But I'm so happy now that you've found some peace." 

"Yeah, well… Doesn't seem fair. I get peace but Dad doesn't… By the way, why did he go and see Maurice? Was it just about Lu' and me?" 

"Nah, I'm pushin' him to change our name back to Turner. Feels weird not to have the same last name as you. Besides, that bad man's dead. Time for us to become Turners again. Also, we told the rest of the family that we uh… We actually were alive. We wanted to let them know and then maybe see them. It's a bit of a drive to go there, but it'd be nice to do it, at least for next Christmas, like we used to."

"How are they?" 

"They thought it was a bad prank and called the police on us…"

"You serious?" Mundy exclaimed.

"Yeah, and I understand. Imagine if I had called you to tell you the truth. You'd have picked up the phone and heard someone with your Dad's voice tellin' you we were alive. You'd have wondered who the hell is playin' a bad prank on you." She paused to catch her breath. "So I told your father to not call again, it was a bad idea to say such stuff not in person. But he insisted and called them again; got angry at them for not believin' him even. Next thing we knew, the police were knocking on the door. We explained everythin' and of course they didn't believe us. Took them days to come back to us and understand."

"Gosh… I'm sorry you had to go through all that mess. Your nerves are alright?" Mundy looked at his mother with worried eyes. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess it's their nerves that took a slap, eh? Thank you, sweetie, for worryin', but I'm fine. Since you came back and that awful man's dead, I feel much stronger."

"Good to hear. Although, I'd prefer it if Dad was feelin' alright too…" Mundy lowered his head.

"Hey, baby…" She put a hand on his shoulder. "Not your fault, nothin' you can do about it. Let the old man think. He loves you, in his own way. He needs to find his new place."

"His new place?" 

"It's like the news you told him took him outside of himself. He needs time to find a new balance, a new place in his own head to accept all this. It's takin' him a long time, but your old man hates to change his habits; always been like that." 

"D'you think he will one day?" 

Their eyes met. 

"I hope so. It's sad enough to see him wanderin' in his own head, his eyes tired and empty."

"I'm sorry, Mum." 

"Don't be. He was there for me when I was low and now, I am here for him when he is. That's the vows we took, all those years ago." She smiled at her son. "It's easy to love when everything's fine. You truly love someone when nothing's fine but you stick to them nonetheless." 

He grinned back. 

"I think you're right, Mum." 

"Of course I am!" 

They chuckled and the cats slipped out of their laps. They trotted to the door and meowed repeatedly. 

"Ah, that'd be Lu'."

A split second after, the sound of a key on a lock and soon, the door opened. 

"Meow! Meow! Meow!" 

"Bonjour, mes bébés…! Attendez, je veux rentrer, attendez…!" 

[Hello, my babies…! Wait, I need to come inside, hold on…!]

Lucien shut the door after him and knelt down for the cats to drown him in headbutts, slow blinks and purrs. He let them have their way with him and dealt kisses and scratches, left and right.

"Mundy? Mon amour? I am home!" He announced from the entrance and Mundy blushed at the pet name being used in front of his mother.

"Yeah, come in, Lu', Mum's here…!" 

Lucien removed his shoes and jacket before joining mother and son. 

"Bonjour, Caroline, my apologies, I did not know you were here." He extended a hand to her but she pulled him into a hug, which the Frenchman reciprocated. 

"Hey, Lu'..." 

"Mundy…" 

They played it safe with a hug and some hand holding, out of respect for Mundy's mother. 

"You sit here, Lu'," Caroline said. "I'll go and get you a cup to get some tea with us."

"Please, Caroline, I can go and-"

"Mum, I can-"

"Sit! The both of you be good boys now and listen, yeah? I'll go and get you a cup. You're home from work, you're tired. You have a minute or so, I'll be back." Caroline's assertive, motherly voice shut both the men up and she did what she just said. 

"Mon amour, ça va? How have you been?" Lucien whispered. 

[My love, how are you?]

"Yeah, alright. Mum's visited me like that, we didn't really organise anythin'. That's why I didn't tell you anythin', sorry, luv'." 

"Please…" Lucien put a hand on his cheek. "There is no harm done. I like your mother, she is lovely." 

"Thanks, luv'." 

"How is she?"

"She told me that -"

"Here we are, boys…! A nice cup for you, Lu'. Ya don't mind if I call you, Lu', do you?"

"Not at all, I am honoured." He answered with a smile and gently bowed as he accepted the cup of tea that Caroline was handing him. 

"Aw, such a good boy…" 

"I was just asking Mundy how you were." Lucien said as he took a sip. 

"Not too bad, yeah." 

"Caroline, if I may…" 

"Yeah?"

Lucien put the cup down on the coffee table. 

"Your beautiful eyes don't shine as I know them to shine."

"Ooh, flatterer!" Caroline blushed. 

"What is on your mind? Is it something that we can help with?" Lucien offered. 

"Not really… It's Mike, he's a bit stuck on that last chat you guys had."

"I am sorry to see that it affects not only him, but also your sleep." 

Her eyebrows jumped and she looked at Mundy with question marks in her eyes. 

"Ex-spy, Mum, he can read stuff like that on your face like it's written in French…!" Mundy answered.

"Well, that's a surprise…" Caroline said. "But yeah, Mike's low mood is gettin' to me a bit. Nothing you lovely boys can do, though. It'll pass, I don't imagine him bein' stuck like that forever."

"If we can do anything, please let us know." Lucien put his hand on hers, on her lap, and Perle jumped on the sofa to brush herself on her grandmother.

"Meow…" 

"Thank you, all of you but it's fine, I promise. It's just makin' him wonder about a lot of things. We gotta give him some time, is all." She concluded. "But what about you boys?" 

"As you wish." Lucien answered. "Mundy must have told you, not much has happened since the last time you graced us with your presence."

"Oh, no, on the contrary!" She answered and both Lucien and Mundy's eyebrows jumped. "Micky told me he fell in love with you again!"

"Mum!" Mundy blushed to his ears and Lucien smiled.

"Yeah, you did…!" Caroline carried Perle like a baby in her arms and went to the coat hanger. She freed the lady cat who nonetheless stuck to her and meowed repeatedly. "Now, I'd better go back to my old Mike. Don't like to leave him alone too long."

"But of course." Lucien and Mundy went to the entrance. Lucien gave Mundy his mother's jacket and gestured to him to help her wear it. 

"Oh, yeah, here Mum…" 

"Good boy… Now, you two behave, yeah?"

"Meow! Meow! Meow!" 

"You too, babies…" She bent down to scratch Perle and Soot who were rubbing themselves on her. 

"See ya, Mum, and you be careful out there, yeah?" 

"Yeah, and see ya, boys." She hugged them one by one and left. 

"Your mother is absolutely charming." 

"Oi, watch it… She's my mum, eh?" 

"Don't worry, it's the son who stole my heart." Lucien smiled and came closer to his lover, splaying his hands on his chest.

"Glad to know…" Mundy hugged his lover and his hands slid down on his back until they slid in his back pockets.

"I see someone has been missing me."

"Course, I have. Y'know, I was - oh?" 

Both froze for a second when they heard a screeching meow from upstairs. They let go of each other and towards where the sound had come from. Mundy arrived first and opened the door to the cat room.

“Oh, bugger…” He shut the door straight.

“What is it?!” Lucien wanted to push Mundy aside.

“N-no, not now, Lu’...!” Mundy blocked the door and the cat screeching resounded again.

“That was Perle crying! What is wrong with her?! Let me help her!”

“Lu’! No! There’s nothing wrong with her, she… Soot and her need a minute…”

“Why?! What is happening there?!”

“They…” Mundy took Lucien’s head between his palms and put his lips next to his ears. “We might be grandpas again…”

“Oh…”

[doelet444]

lana del rey’s unreleased songs from 2005-2010 are a magical girl fever dream like

the instrumentals / background music are like some cutsie pop song you’d hear in the ending credits of a barbie movie until they’re interrupted by shredding electric guitar and smashing of drums

the vocals have cute made up accents and she goes from a baby voice to ethereal melodies to straight up screaming into the microphone

and then the lyrics are like “I JUST SHOT DADDY AND HE’S BLEEDING SYRUP AMOUR IM GONNA SKIP MY SPARKLE JUMPROPE IN HIS BLOOD UWU CAN I BAKE YOU A CHERRY PIE IN MY LITTLE RED SKIRT?? IM YOU’RE DREAM BABYDOLL I’LL FUCK YOU UP WITH MY VELVET CROWBAR AND HAVE A DRUNK MAKEOUT YOUR BEST FRIEND TEEHEE SEE U AT THE STRIP CLUB, JIM.”

i’ll never not jam to that shit, she’s the queen of duality i swear

[unibrowzz]

Mod (finally) reviews all 67 winners of the Eurovision Song Contest Part II: The 1960s

Welcome back! To this...

Whatever you wanna call it, I can barely call half of these “reviews” but ANYWAYS.

The 60s are. Mid-table. Not a tremendously bad decade by all means, but they’re also the only decade to have three songs in my “would refuse to listen to” category, which is an achievement. 

I’m sure you can all guess at least two of those songs by now!

Without further ado, let’s move on to what I think of the winning entries from the 60s.

1960: Tom Pillibi

Country: France 

Artist: Jacqueline Boyer

Language: French

Thoughts: Whenever I was younger and enjoyed singing, I was frequently told that I had a "nasally" voice. I never knew what this meant, and I rarely heard my own voice to hear what it meant. Since people told me I had a nice voice, I continued to sing without fixing it. But now I'm older and know a tiny bit more about music, I can finally hear what they meant. Jaqueline here had a very nasally voice and a very high song to go with it. You can hear the notes being directed through her nose and sinuses rather than up from her diaphragm and mouth, resulting in a voice which sounds impressively high… but also very thin and flimsy. There's no resonance or depth to these notes, she sounds like a kid half her age trying to sing. Maybe that's what she was told to do, but given how this song is about a girl telling us about the shit her cheeky boyfriend tells her, I'd like to think not. Then again, this IS the 60s.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? United Kingdom- Bryan Johnson- “Looking High, high, high”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 54th

1961: Nous les Amoureux

Country: Luxembourg

Artist: Jean-Claude Pascale

Language: French

Thoughts: I know this song didn’t compete for France, but have you ever heard a more aggressively French song than this? This is one of the most sultry, seductive songs in this lineup; like it just feels like the song itself is trying to seduce me and is going to offer me a glass of fine red wine before leading me to a candlelit bedroom and a four-post bed with rose petals scattered across it or some shit. That or it's gonna blow a long stream of cigarette smoke right into my face. One or the other. Going back on track, I like this song. Granted I wouldn’t call it a favourite or anything, but it’s still a Hell of a lot more likeable than most of the other 60s winners, and Hell, you could even argue this one is a lot more admirable given how the lyrics of the song are intended for a male lover of the singer’s. Which, for the early 60s, makes this a bigger deal than it would be nowadays. The singing is buttery smooth, and the song itself has a bit of a skip to it. It’s a very appealing song, and one I appreciate just a little bit more than the other songs from the 60s.

Is this my personal winner for this year? 50/50

If no, what is? France- Jean-Paul Mauric- “Printemps, avril carillon”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 26th

1962: Un Premier Amour 

Country: France

Artist: Isabelle Aubret

Language: French (Translation: “A First Love”)

Thoughts: You know whenever you play a CD too much and it eventually becomes all scratched and worn down so whenever you play it it skips back to the same part over and over again before unsticking to play a bit more of the song, but keeps getting stuck over and over? Yeah, imagine a whole song like that. This song just drones on, with no charisma or vocal animation to break up the monotony. I don’t even think the rule “well it was the 60s” applies, since this isn’t really a song that needs flashy setpieces, costuming, dancing or anything; it just needs a charismatic singer. And, unfortunately, Aubret just isn’t one, in my opinion.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? United Kingdom- Ronnie Carroll- "Ring-a-Ding Girl"

Personal ranking (out of 67):  62nd

1963: Dansevise

Country: Denmark

Artist: Grete and Jørgen Ingmann

Language: Danish

Thoughts: Oh fucking finally, something unique for once. Which is very surprising because, from what I've seen and heard, the early contests weren't all that kind to songs which didn’t fit a certain criteria. If anything, most songs which came off as being unique with different sounds, instruments, and moods compared to the rest of their years ended up pulling up the rear in last place, more often than not with nil points. So it's nice to see a song which not only has unique elements to it (ie, a brooding sultry guitar accompaniment and a steady sweeping tempo), but is also in a stereotypically "ugly" language do well this early on.  Getting back on track, this is one of those songs I find tends to be a cult favourite, especially amongst vintage and retro fans. And why wouldn't it be? It's a breath of fresh air in an era where so many songs sounded exactly the same, just in a different language. This is one of the few fan favourite winners where I can see the appeal myself.

Is this my personal winner for this year? Yes

If no, what is? N/A

Personal ranking (out of 67): 27th

1964: Non ho l’Eta

Country: Italy

Artist: Gigliola Cinquetti

Italian: (Translation: “I’m not old enough”)

Thoughts: If that title isn’t off-putting enough, then I don’t know what is. You’re all probably well aware of this right now, but I don’t like this song. At all. Everything about it just makes me feel creeped out and kinda dirty every time I hear it, which is a shame because the melody on its own is very pretty. It’s the song equivalent of flicking through re-runs of Top of the Pops and landing on a segment where Jimmy Saville is hosting; it just sends a disgusted shiver down my spine and I have to turn it off as quickly as possible.  Which, given the lyrics of this song, is understandable. Think about it; you’ve got this visibly nervous, very young, still-legally-a-child-in-most-countries teenager, singing about how she “isn’t old enough” to be in a relationship with someone who seems to be older than she is. Maybe it’s just because I don’t speak any Italian, and the meaning is all semantic and context based, but this is my personal opinion at the end of the day, and, unfortunately, these lyrics just come off as really creepy to me. This song reminds me a lot of the song “Baby, it’s Cold Outside”, in that the lyrics used to be totally innocent and sweet, but to a modern listener come off as shockingly creepy and off-putting, and you’re not sure if it’s down to a change in slang and colloquialisms or if the past really was that messed up. Just like how in "Baby it's Cold Outside", a line asking "does this contain alcohol" now sounds like "have you spiked this with something", what was once “I’m too young and naïve to be in a serious committed relationship” now comes off as “I’m underaged, please leave me alone”. Doesn’t help that Cinquetti was underaged, hated the song, didn’t want to perform, and only showed up because she was forced to by a pushy manager. Which, for the 60s, was par for the course.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? Germany- Nora Nova- "Man Gewöhnt sich zu Schnell an das Schöne"

Personal ranking (out of 67):  66th

1965: Poupée du Cire, Poupée du Son

Country: Luxembourg

Artist: France Gall

Language: French (Translation: “Wax doll, stuffed doll”)

Thoughts: And now we come to Non ho L’eta’s ugly little sister in that, just like with that song, there’s a weirdly sinister edge to this one that I just can’t shake off. My French isn’t fantastic, admittedly, but every line of this song seems like it has another, less innocent meaning. Like the whole song is one big double entendre. Which, given how this was written by Serge “I made a 16 year old sing about blowing dicks when she thought she was singing about lollipops” Gainsborg, wouldn’t surprise me. Dodgy lyrics aside, this song is just… terrible. Songs which repeat the same motif over and over are a dime a dozen in older Eurovision, though most of them at least spice it up with a key change, adding more instruments to the instrumental, or even just having a nice melody. This? Is just an uncharismatic, uninterested teenager barking the same few notes over and over again ad nauseum. I know it was the 60s and that the contest was way more restrictive in how songs could be performed, but there’s just… no enthusiasm or animation or anything to make this charming or remotely enjoyable. It’s just shouty, unpleasant, and lacking any semblance of charisma. And I don't care if it's "important", it fucking sucks and we deserved a better song as our “first uptempo winner” of the contest.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? The Netherlands- Conny Vandenbos- “‘t is Genoeg”

Personal ranking (out of 67):  67th

1966- Merci, Chérie

Country:  Austria

Artist: Udo Jurgens

Language: German (Translation: “Thank you, my dear”)

Thoughts: I’m so conflicted on this song. It’s very beautiful, emotional, dramatic... BUT. I just find it so forgettable, I’m sorry. I’m struggling to even talk about it right now. Do you know how long it took me to even finish this mini review? Too damn long. I forgot all about this song mid way through it. So at the recommendation of a friend I put this one on so I could review it whilst it plays and… it’s just a very sleepy song. Udo Jurgens is a good singer, I won’t deny that, but, God, he sounds like he’s nodding off as he sings. The first minute and a half of this song sounds like one big yawn. And that’s over half the song wasted just building to a climax, since I don’t think this song has a chorus, and for a song this short and slow I just don’t think it’s wise to put your climax right in the middle. I feel it would be better if it had two climactic parts or just put the climax right at the end of the song so the whole song is spent building that suspense. Shoving it smack in the middle of the song just makes it feel shorter. Also the fact it’s a piano song reminds me of Non ho l’eta and I don’t need to repeat myself to remind you that’s a bad thing, so, moving on.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? Italy- Domenico Modugno- “Dio, come ti amo”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 45th

1967: Puppet on a String

Country: United Kingdom

Artist: Sandie Shaw

Language: English

Thoughts: You know, I was pretty shocked to find out this song is a Eurovision song. Partially because I didn’t realise just how old Eurovision actually is, and partially because as somebody who grew up in Britain in the 2000s, I was just bred to believe the UK is inherently shit, has never won ever, and is incapable of sending songs people actually cherish and remember. But that’s a rant for another day. Anyways, this is the song Poupée du Cire wishes it was. It’s charming, it’s bouncy, it skips along so merrily you forget how the lyrics have aged about as well as a pint of milk left out in the sun for too long.  Then again, I think the lyrics were outdated even back then. I suppose what sets this song aside from the other “60s entries with sexist lyrics sung by young women who didn’t want to be there” is that Shaw is a damn good performer, and hides her disdain expertly. If she wasn’t so vocal about how much she hates this song, you’d swear she loves it, her performance is that charming.

Is this my personal winner for this year? Eh

If no, what is? Portugal- Eduardo Nascimento- “O vento mudou”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 24th

1968: La la la

Country: Spain

Artist: Massiel

Language: Spanish

Thoughts: And the award for most creatively bankrupt name goes to…  Granted, 1968 was one of the dreariest years I’ve watched, so it’s pretty easy to see why a song like this would have done well. That said, this is a really bland song, and even in a year as dull as 1968, I still don’t think this should have won. It’s the kind of song which relies on repeating itself ad nauseum in order to get stuck in your head, and let’s be honest here, that makes it more annoying than anything else. There’s only so many rounds of “la la la” you can take before you feel like rupturing your own eardrums with a knitting needle after all. I don’t really have anything else to say about it, it’s just mildly annoying and not that good.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? Norway- Odd Børre- “Stress”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 55th

1969- Four Winners, One Contest

France: Un jour, un enfant

Artist: Frida Boccara

Language: French

Thoughts: Well this is objectively the best of the four songs we have here, and it’s also my favourite winner from France, so at least it has that going for it. Though, let’s be real, I’m hardly a big fan of France’s winners, or French ballads in general. So this is… a big emotional ballad. What more is there to say? It’s big. It’s emotional. The lyrics are nonsense because God help us if we have songs with strong emotions this early on in the contest. Summary: Very nice, but lacking substance. Personal ranking (out of 67):  21st

Spain: Vivo Cantando

Artist: Salome

Language: Spanish

Thoughts: I’m not really what you’d call an advocate for bringing back a live orchestra, but, man, songs like this sure turn me into one. The live version of this song is in a whole other league compared to the studio version; like it is just pure, infectious, Spanish cheer. It’s an absolute blast to listen to, and I strongly recommend checking out the live version before going anywhere near the studio. Summary: Infections, but choose live over studio because it’s better okay. Personal ranking (out of 67):  20th

The Netherlands: Der Troubadour

Artist: Lenny Kuhr

Language: Dutch

Thoughts: I mean.... The guitar solo is impressive at least. I’m sorry, I don’t see the appeal in this one. And I feel so weirdly alone in that stance. So many people I know have this song in their top ten best winners list and I just don’t understand it. I just find it very dull and repetitive, and the singer’s voice is definitely an acquired taste. To me she just sounds like she’s forcing her voice lower, like a reverse falsetto or something. And that’s all I really have to say about this one. I just… don’t  like it that much, or at least not as much as everyone else I know seems to. Summary: I don’t “get” it. Personal ranking (out of 67): 53rd

United Kingdom: Boom-Bang-a-Bang

Artist: Lulu

Language: English

Thoughts: Ah yes, the forgotten UK winner. Everybody knows Lulu did this contest once, and everybody knows Boom-bang-a-bang was a British entry, but I swear nobody knows she actually won. Probably because she had the audacity to tie with other countries, the horror. And that’s the most interesting part of this song because it’s otherwise  just kind of alright. It’s very twee and sweet, and if I didn’t know that “bubblegum pop” was a genre reserved for one-hit-wonder nobodies and not decade-defining names then I’d say this is a perfect example of it. It’s just a decent-ish fluffy pop song with very saccharine fluffy lyrics. Standard British Eurovision pap, if you ask me. Summary: Cute, but lacking substance. Personal ranking (out of 67): 25th

So who really should have won in 1969? Either Spain or Monaco if you ask me. That kid had charm.