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markiefiles · 3 months

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— MÁ FAMA

fem reader x nakamoto yuta

avisos: smut, masturbação masculina, dirty!talk, uns apelidinhos, de alguma maneira br!au, big!dick, piercing!au

notas: tava no banho pensando "e se eu fizesse algo com... piercings e yuta? parece bem besta né? mas putsss, como foi baum escrever isso daqui imaginando cada cena.☝️ enfim, boa leitura!

Não era incomum o soar da campainha todos os sábados, você até já sabia quem era.

Nakamoto Yuta, o gatinho, guitarrista do 502, tinha má fama, pegador, daqueles que usa e descarta muito rapidamente. Figurinha repetida não cola. Mas era um mistério tudinho o que ele fazia.

Ele sempre batia na sua porta, talvez tentando flertar com você, pedindo ovos, sal ou açúcar, nem sempre nessa mesma ordem. Mas, as visitas eram constantes e não te incomodava, na faculdade, achavam que vocês eram… próximos.

Você caminhou até a porta, deu de cara com o vizinho. Sobrancelha raspada, tatuagem na cintura e um calção que deixava a barra da cueca à sua vista. Muito apertado. Ele te jogou um “Oizinho”. Suas pernas tremeram, meio sem graça. Talvez ele gostasse desse teu jeitinho mais contido, menina que parece não saber de nada.

— Posso hm… — você murmurou — Ajudar?

— Claro que pode, lindinha.

Você olhou pro chão, Yuta não tirou os olhos de ti, cafajeste, tua doçura acabou com ele.

— O que você quer?

Yuta primeiro pensou, pervertido. Se fosse uma resposta honesta seria ‘Te levar pra minha cama’ mas então, ele seguiu com o que tinha em mente, a expressão preocupada.

— Olha, meu bem, cê pode me ajudar a encontrar a bolinha do meu piercing? Perdi.

Você arqueou as sobrancelhas, um pouco confusa. Yuta não tinha nenhum furo no rosto, as argolas na orelha não tinham bolinhas, mas de bom grado aceitou ajudá-lo. Era curiosa, talvez o furo fosse num lugar mais reservado.

Quem sabe ele não… pudesse te mostrar?

Ele esperou você trancar sua porta e acompanhá-lo pelo dormitório dele, tudo muito limpo, até desconfiou da bagunça guardada, mas não.

— Hm… onde você estava quando perdeu essa bolinha?

— Meu quarto. — respondeu, direto.

— Mas, deixa eu adivinhar… você já olhou tudinho né? — ele concordou, sustentou um sorriso ladino ao ouvir o diminutivo.

— Vou tentar te ajudar.

— ‘Brigado fofa, cê é toda boazinha.

Yuta te elogiou, permaneceu olhando teu corpo e deixou que explorasse a casa dele, inocentemente.

Você correu pelos cômodos, vasculhou o quarto dele, tímida, passou os olhos pela cama super arrumada, os discos de vinil todos organizados, a cômoda com uma cueca ridícula de oncinha e a guitarra. Você se agachou, olhou o chão, debaixo do tapete felpudo e nada.

O dormitório não era grande, você, com a ajuda dele — pelo menos era o que pensava — moveu os móveis mais frágeis, mas nada, nadinha em nenhum lugar.

Então, você pensou, de novo. Nakamoto Yuta, do 502, não tinha nenhum furo no rosto. Nas orelhas só argolas.

Você parecia curiosa, o tipo de curiosidade que instigou Yuta. Ele te observou com um olhar cheio de expectativas.

— Yuta…

— Sim?

— Onde… onde é seu piercing?

— Meu piercing?

— É. Você não tem nenhum um furo no rosto, seus brincos e outros furos na orelha são com argolas.

— Ah, cê quer ver, é?

— Quero sim. — Você pediu, dengosa.

— De joelhos.

Ele comandou. A voz muito calma, carregando um tom que você não soube muito bem padronizar. Sua boca inteira salivou, mas por algum motivo, Yuta não deixou que tocasse ele.

Primeiro, viu o calção apoiado na protuberância da cueca vermelha, seus olhos brilharam. Você sentiu uma onda de calor desconcertar sua visão, viu quatro bolinhas na ponta do pau dele. Inconsequente, você soltou um “Porra” e ele te olhou, curioso, gostando da sua reação.

Você manteve as sobrancelhas erguidas, feito um cachorrinho, seus dedos molengas e frios apoiados na própria coxa. Deus— Yuta tinha um pau enorme. Você não costumava ser descritiva, mas, de alguma maneira, sua barriga revirou quando a pontinha parecia tão mais suculenta com os piercings ali.

Sua primeira pergunta foi — Doeu muito?

E ele disse “Não” acariciando o pau na sua frente e sem você poder tocá-lo.

— É incômodo, área sensível, bem. Mas já…— suspirou, excitado — cicatrizou.

Você seguiu com os olhos quando a cueca de Yuta ficou presa contra as bolas dele. Ele soltou uma risadinha sacana, você nunca quis tanto sentir os pelinhos tingidos contra a ponta do seu nariz.

— Você gostou, benzinho?

Você acenou com a cabeça e então ele curvou levemente os joelhos, deixou que observasse as bolinhas de titânio na cabeça do pau dele. Seu coração errou as batidas. Logo, Yuta começou uma punheta leve, cuspiu na base e deixou que você o observasse, tentada.

— Quer chupar meu pau?

Você concordou.

— Uma pena…

Então seus olhos encheram de lágrimas, recusada. O sorriso dele engrandeceu e você só conseguia aliviar o tesão no meio das suas pernas rebolando nos próprios calcanhares. Yuta continuou, ora rosnava quando parecia muito perto, ora espalhava a pré-porra pelos piercings.

Você queria muito que ele te sufocasse de rola.

— Aposto que…

— Hum?

— Você deve tá pensando no meu pau batendo contra sua carinha. É isso? — Você concorda, mais uma vez. — Putinha. Só pelo teu olhar consigo dizer que você é burrinha por pau.

— Não…

— Não? Vadia. Ainda não… vou te deixar assim na vontade. Qualquer outro cacete sujo pode te comer, mas eu? Vou te fazer ficar viciada no meu pau.

— É?

— É… você não sabe o quanto.

— O quanto, Yu?

Aí, Yuta puxou seu cabelo. Fez um coque mal feito, o pênis dele batendo contra seu rostinho, seus olhos arregalados. Tinha uma distância mínima, você quis tanto colocar a língua pra fora, mas ele alertou, disse “Não, boneca” a voz rouquenha, grosseira.

Você obedeceu, seu pescoço estava levemente inclinado assim, ele se masturbou com você assistindo ele de pertinho, o brilho de tarde reluzindo contra as bolinhas do piercing…

Que não tinham sido perdidas coisa nenhuma.

Ele gemia, a saliva fazia um barulho estridente quando puxava para dentro da boca, Yuta parecia perto de um orgasmo, sentindo somente sua respiração contra a pele sensível dele, nossa. O pau dele parecia ainda maior assim, o esperma dele babando enquanto ele te negava cada gotinha. Cada gotinha de porra.

— Adoro essa sua carinha.

— Que carinha? — Você perguntou, ignorou a respiração contida, pupilas dilatadas, sua buceta pingando. Você tinha certeza de que havia gozado, somente assistindo o pau dele, somente vendo o vai e vem frenético da mão dele.

— De vagabunda que pede pra ser comida. Sabe? Esse seus olhinhos brilhando, vontade de te enterrar com pau e te encher de porra.

Então você sentiu o respingar da saliva dele contra sua mão. Você lambeu. Você queria tanto, tanto que ele fizesse tudo isso, mas era tão, tão mal. Mais uma vez seus olhinhos se encheram de água, você podia sentir seus mamilos doloridos roçando pelo tecido da camiseta, precisava de tanta atenção.

Sacana, Yuta abriu um repuxar maligno, ele fez uma pressão chatinha no pau, estreitou os olhos e fez isso consecutivas vezes, você não tirava os olhos, as bolas dele roçando contra sua mandíbula.

E quando Nayu gozou, não deixou que você ficasse com nadinha, não queria mimar demais. A mão dele ficou lambuzada, escorria dos dedos pelo antebraço, bem liso, líquido perolado.

— Bota a linguinha pra fora.

Você fechou os olhos, o dedão dele passou contra a pontinha da sua língua e você tremelicou com o gosto salgado.

E assim, talvez você, só um pouquinho… só um pouquinho mesmo, gostasse dessa má fama do gatinho, guitarrista do 502.

#yuta nakamoto x you #yuta nakamoto x reader #nakamoto yuta x reader #yuta nakamoto smut #yuta nakamoto imagine #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct smut

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literallysatanofficial · 2 years

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Alright, I'm going to attempt to hopefully clear up a few misconceptions and assuage some worries about this Disco Elysium sequel and the general situation at za/um right now.

I see the shitshow that is unfolding on social media, and as someone who has known about this whole disaster for over half a year now I'd like to weigh in on it and provide some context for everyone who may not know the full story.

First off, Robert Kurvitz was fired at the end of last year. December 2021. As is strongly implied on Martin Luiga's twitter, the reason for this is greed (calling them "money men" and "crooks" and other similar statements for like, months now), and the executive producers, Tõnis Haavel (who has previously been tried for fraud) and Kaur Kender (who has previously been tried for... other things.) screwed everyone over. Kender provided funding for the game, as the majority of the original za/um cultural association did not have the financial means to.

The original za/um cultural association consisted of Robert Kurvitz, Jüri Saks, Martin Luiga, and Aleksander Rostov, originally founded in in 2009. The group, along with Argo Tuulik, played many different ttrpg campaigns over the years, several of them set in Revachol (centred around Precinct 41), and slowly built the world up from there. Kurvitz released the book The Sacred and Terrible Air, set 20 years after Disco Elysium, back in 2013* but the novel flopped, and it was decided that they would make a video game. Rostov has always been more than just an artist for Disco Elysium, as you can see from the dev threads he frequently updated promoting the game, as well as on his personal instagram, tumblr sketch blog, and several other accounts he used while the game was first gaining traction.

*The most notable credits for TSaTA are as follows:

Author: Robert Kurvitz, Editor: Martin Luiga, Cover Design: Aleksander Rostov, Worldbuilding: Robert Kurvitz, Martin Luiga, Kaspar Kalvet, Argo Tuulik. Helen Hindpere and Kaur Kender also appear in the credits.

I say this because some of the staff at za/um are now accusing fans of being unable to overcome the "auteur theory" of it all (ie. seeing Kurvitz as the singular creative mind behind it all) but the fact is that they have now lost not only the original ttrpg campaign's game master, The Sacred and Terrible Air's author, and Disco Elysium's lead writer/director (Kurvitz) but also their lead writer for the Final Cut's political vision quests (Hindpere) as well as their "co-founder" and art director/designer (Rostov). They are all CREATIVE LEADS, and not just well known only for their reputations/titles.

Luiga himself (who originally broke the news) was an Elysium world builder and provided much of the pale and innocence-related lore. He was also a part of the original tabletop campaigns (Chester McLaine is his player character!), but left midway through Disco Elysium's development due to creative differences (or as he says, "bad vibes" at the company). He is credited as an editor, but claims to have written a good chunk of the text in the game, including much of Joyce's dialogue about the pale. I have seen people discredit him due to his early departure, but Rostov also tweeted out confirming that he, along with Hindpere and Kurvitz were no longer at the company, with no additional comments. Rostov also posted a drawing on his twitter several months back depicting a man jerking off over an NDA, so take that as you will.

So what does this mean for the future?

Luiga has said that he has hope for the sequel, which could either mean that the script was finished or nearing completion before Kurvitz was fired (likely, and fits a pattern in the industry) and it's just a matter of finishing the actual game development aspect, or it may be that he has hope for the original za/um creatives to be able to re-acquire the IP.

I think it's worth pointing out that the original pitch for "Disco Elysium" was actually "The Return", and Disco Elysium was meant to be the smaller-scale prequel to introduce players to the world. Considering that the team was planning on this sequel all along, I think it's possible that a large amount of the "original" game was written years ago, so it's not all that far fetched to believe that the basic outline may be finished, or even that a large portion of the script already exists. Keep in mind that there are a large number of writers for both Disco Elysium and The Final Cut, and it may still be possible to work with a base that the others provided. We have no idea how far into development the sequel may be. Of course, proceeding without three key members of the original team is kind of a kick in the balls, and imo really quite disgusting, especially with how long the company has been keeping their departures secret (dishonesty is not a good look lmao), but it may still be canon, true to the authors' vision, and genuinely a good game in the end.

Argo Tuulik, original Elysium world builder and part of the old ttrpg campaigns, as well as a main writer on Disco Elysium, is still working at za/um. Justin Keenan, former writer on The Final Cut who wrote the political vision quests alongside Helen Hindpere, still works at za/um (and has been promoted to lead writer, according to his LinkedIn), as does Kaspar Tamsalu, who painted several character portraits, (René and Gaston) and worked as a concept artist on the original game. Plenty of the original creatives still remain. The sequel could very well still be in good hands at the development level, even if the higher ups are "crooked".

So, in conclusion... If this game comes out and they still haven't worked things out with Kurvitz, Rostov and Hindpere? Honestly... fuckin' pirate it. But it is very likely it could still be a great game that plays out as it was meant to! All that being said, FUCK za/um as a company, don't support them through Atelier or their merch store. I wish everyone luck if they do attempt to get the IP back, and I sincerely hope this fan pressure will help get things moving for them.

#disco elysium #ada speaks #if anyone would like sources i can supply them #i just didnt want to bog down the post with links just in case it doesnt show in the tag #im leaving out a lot of shit for Reasons but i hate to see people upset because i do genuinely have hope for the future of elysium #but i will vouch for the quality of the sequel myself.#some minor updates as i accidentally stated argo was part of og za/um

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valcoutooficial · 1 year

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Geizi Bel ,nasceu no estado do Paraná na cidade de Mamborê. Iniciou sua carreira muito cedo, em 1981, gravando seu primeiro trabalho solo, um compacto duplo e a música "Menina de Oito Anos" sendo destaque em todo o Brasil, vendendo mais de 1.000.000 de cópias e lhe dando o primeiro Disco de Ouro de sua carreira.

As dificuldades que a vida lhe impusera, foram obstáculos vencidos pela coragem, disposição, talento e a grande vontade de continuar avançando, pois o amor pela música era infinitamente mais forte.

Após seis discos gravados, inúmeros shows, muitos deles em circos, muda-se para São Paulo.

Começa aqui o seu grande momento não menos difícil, claro, mas o suficiente para ser convidada a cantar numa das maiores duplas femininas da nossa história na música sertaneja: "As Marcianas".

Sua voz melodiosa e inconfundível culminou logo no primeiro disco em um grande sucesso, "Porque Brigamos", sendo Disco de Ouro, o primeiro da dupla, e o segundo da carreira da cantora.

Logo suas aparições em vários programas de televisão e o visual único aliado ao bom repertório da dupla, resultaram em centenas de shows pelo Brasil, propagandas em capas de revistas e de grandes marcas como Gota Dourada e Petrobrás, logo seguiram mais dois discos, "Vou Te Amarrar na Minha Cama" e "Cara", que, seguindo os passos do primeiro mantiveram a qualidade e bom repertório.

Porque Brigamos, Vou Te Amarrar na Minha Cama, Cara, Fim de Semana entre outros cantados até hoje.

Sua participação como Marciana foi curta, apenas sete anos, porém sua marca deixada e o que a história escreveu é inegavelmente reconhecido e reverenciado até hoje por todos no meio artístico e pelo seu público como a melhor e insuperável formação da dupla.

Após esse período, liderou As Meninas do Rodeio e depois uniu-se à cantora Valéria Barros e deram uma nova formação à dupla "As Mineirinhas" com o disco "Tatuagem", um trabalho excelente e com grande resultado.

Retornando em carreira solo novamente com o CD "Química Perfeita" com um trabalho muito bem aceito em todo o Brasil onde ainda é reverenciada pela sua história como artista, resulta em novos shows. "Química Perfeita" é eclético por reunir vários ritmos, porém é necessário dar continuidade ao trabalho e mais uma vez, quatro músicas gravadas, dois web clipes e um vídeo clipe com participação especial da dupla Zé Henrique e Gabriel.

"Alô Liberdade" abre uma nova porta e marca o retorno definitivo de uma das grandes vozes da nossa música sertaneja, se juntando a tantos novos talentos femininos: Geizi-bel - A Voz que Encantou o Brasil.

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#cantora #Paranaense #geizibel #Youtube

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imninahchan · 18 days

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Nina, como seria os meninos com uma leitora que tem espírito de velha? Que adora costurar, ver filmes/novelas, usas casacos de lã, ficar em casa, dormir cedo, ler livros a torta e a direita, cozinhar tudo que der na telha (especialmente doces, biscoitos e bolos) e ouvir músicas românticas (tipo Can’t help falling in love do Elvis e put your head on my shoulder do paul anka)?

literalmente tudo que o enzo quer, né? ele é bastante caseiro e reservado, trocaria qualquer rolê pra ficar em casa mesmo contigo e fazer coisa de gente velha igual ver novela e falar mal dos personagens como se eles fossem gente. super te ajuda a cozinhar as receitas, mas prefere ficar na parte de ler as instruções pra ti e depois lavar a louça. antes de dormir, estão vocês dois deitadinhos na cama, lendo cada um um livrinho, ou compartilhando o mesmo, ele fazendo carinho no seu joelho até o sono chegar.

às vezes, por causa da rotina corrida, não dá pra fazer um café da tarde todo dia, mas pelo menos aos finais de semana vocês gostam de ir pra um cafézinho superfaturado só pra tirar fotinhas e fofocar. se tem uma coisa que mais combina com o enzo é ouvir música antiga e dançar naquele balançar simples sabe? que move os pezinhos pra lá e pra cá, sem muita coisa. adora ir contigo à sebos, lojas de antiguidades e de discos.

agora, o matías pode surpreender. quando você conhece ele, acha que seu jeito mais caseiro poderia confrontar a personalidade dele, afinal se conheceram numa baladinha, entre os amigos, mas o argentino é bastante caseiro também. festinha é uma vez a cada trinta dias e olhe lá, tem que ser algo muito especial pra dar vontade de tirar o pijama dele. é mais daquele de só ler as instruções das receitinhas que você quer fazer e encher a barriga, porque não leva jeito pra cozinha e morre de preguiça. não acha muita graça em ficar colecionando discos de "música chata e velha", mas fala que é um rap ou rock dos anos 80/90 aí pra tu ver se ele não compra até o último exemplar. imagino muito ele com o braço no seu ombro, segurando um cervejinha na outra mão, enquanto vocês dois assistem um slam na pracinha, depois o pessoal fuma um e fica conversando, andando de skate.

vocês tem noite do filminho. é sempre no mesmo dia, fixo, mesmo horário. cada semana um escolhe o filme do dia, e o matí passa no mercado, compra pizza e algo pra beber.

#[💌] fala comigo bebê #enzo vogrincic #matias recalt #headcannon

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hungwy · 2 years

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I, Martin Luiga, a founding member and Secretary of the ZA/UM cultural association, as well as the assembler of most of the core team, am hereby dissolving the ZA/UM cultural association (not to be confused with the ZA/UM company, on which subject I would note that neither Kurvitz, Hindpere nor Rostov are working there since the end of last year and their leaving the company was involuntary. Which would seem like bad news for the loving fans that are waiting for the Disco sequel.)

The reason for dissolving the cultural organization is that it no longer represents the ethos it was founded on. People and ideas are meant to be eternal; organizations may well be temporary. I find that the organization was successful overall and most of the mistakes that were made were contingent, determined by the sociocultural conditions we were thrown into. I still encourage people to organize, and I would say that one of the qualities that the ZA/UM cultural organization sorely lacked was pretty much any formal structure.

For a while, it was beautiful. My sincerest thanks to all that have rooted for us.

Martin Luiga

Tallinn Inpatient Treatment Centre of Psychiatry Clinic, Ward IX

10/1/2022

#Disco elysium #Just after posting this one of my friends I've been egging on to play de just started

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sunshyni · 4 months

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ㅤㅤPenn U – Mark Lee

notas: queria começar pedindo desculpas, fui obrigada a escalar o Yangyang pra um personagem escroto, mas só passava ele na minha cabeça, então não resisti KKKKKK Depois desse conto aqui, tô pensando em fazer um post com os meninos e seus respectivos cursos, porque, por exemplo, o curso do Jaemin é “importante” pra entender o plot dele, sabe? E sinceramente? Eu não me canso de imaginar esse cenário de universidade, hóquei, repúblicas e etc KKKKKK

w.c: 1.6k

warnings: menção ao Yangyang, “face-off” é o primeiro movimento que acontece num jogo de hóquei (tá narrado bonitinho no texto, vocês vão ver!), “puck” é o disco preto que os jogadores ficam competindo a posse (é o semelhante a bola do futebol), alguns palavrõeszinhos, continuação desta aqui, e acho que é só!

Boa leitura, docinhos! ⭐

— Ela te dispensou, cara — Jeong Jaehyun ou Yoonoh, seu nome de verdade mas que ele não tinha o costume de se apresentar como porque o primeiro parecia mais descolado ao seu ver, afirmou para um Mark cabisbaixo muito convicto das suas palavras no vestiário instantes antes do jogo de sexta-feira começar, enquanto colocava seu protetor bucal que Jaemin achava essencial considerando os sorrisos falhados quase onipresentes na prática do esporte — Sai dessa, vai. Esse jeitinho de garoto fofo e malandrinho atrai tanta pessoa daqui, por que caralhos investir em uma garota que você nem sabe se realmente existe?

— Por que caralhos vocês permanecem com essa mesma paranóia de que ela não existe? Ela é real — Mark respondeu um tanto quanto decepcionado, com os amigos que insistiam que a garota por quem ele tinha uma queda bastante evidente, no final das contas era só uma pessoa criada com base em I.A, como integrantes de grupos sul coreanos feito “Mave” ou “Plave”, e com você também, por ignorá-lo por quase 1 semana. Depois de enviar uma mensagem, dela ser visualizada e ele não receber resposta, Mark não te encheu de mensagens, apesar dele desejar muito continuar conversando com você sobre coisas banais do dia a dia como se nada tivesse acontecido, ele facilmente abriria mão do seu ego, no entanto toda vez que Mark se preparava para enviar-lhe um texto, sua cabeça se tornava um extenso céu nublado, ele não sabia se se desculpava por ser, de repente, invasivo? Ou se dizia que te odiava ou se – seu corpo ansiava por esse último – dizia que queria te beijar, extenuantemente. Tá, a última sugestão de mensagem era ridícula, tão ridícula quanto ele estava se sentindo desejando alguém que ele nunca se quer sentiu o cheiro ou beijou a bochecha, entretanto ele tinha a forte impressão de que você tinha cheiro de maçã, canela e mais alguma coisa que muitos poderiam considerar enjoado demais, mas que para Mark era o paraíso.

— Dá pra vocês pararem de atazanar o coitado? — Johnny pousou a mão no ombro direito do Lee que estava meio inclinado vidrado no chat com você, deslizando o dedo pra cima para encontrar suas conversas antigas, com saudades de enviar um vídeo do tiktok qualquer para ser correspondido com uma mensagem, e uma imagem de uma biblioteca que você estava visitando no dia com a legenda “Será que eu teria dinheiro o suficiente para pagar meu projeto de conclusão de curso? Por falar nisso, o que 'cê tá fazendo camisa 2?”. Deus, ele só queria segurar ambas as suas bochechas afogueadas para finalmente pressionar os lábios contra os seus — Se concentra, tá?

Mark assentiu veementemente enquanto Johnny dava tapinhas gentis nas suas costas, ele foi o último a deixar o vestiário, esperando até quando não fosse mais possível uma única mensagem, àquela altura, ele não se importava muito sobre qual tipo de conteúdo gostaria de receber, na verdade ele nunca se importou, recebendo sua mensagem e se certificando de que ele significava alguma coisa para você já estava de bom tamanho. No entanto, nada apareceu na tela de bloqueio do Lee, o que fez com que ele andasse um pouco estressado para o rinque dos jogadores, por ser ignorado e por não conseguir parar de pensar em você.

A arena já estava lotada quando Mark se reuniu com os demais jogadores do time de hóquei no gelo da Penn U, apelidado carinhosamente de “NCT U” , e os demais jogadores da universidade adversária já se encontravam unidos do outro lado do rinque. Jaemin falou algumas coisas motivacionais como sempre fazia antes dos jogos, nas quais Mark não prestou atenção, mesmo se esforçando e derramando todo seu empenho sobre isso. O Lee se posicionou no centro da pista juntamente com um jogador do outro time chamado Yangyang, o jogador estrelinha da equipe que se sentia ofendido pela mais ínfima coisinha, enquanto viam e estudavam táticas de jogo, Jaemin avisou de que seria melhor não provocá-lo, mas foi impossível para Mark não fazê-lo quando Yangyang falou com seus olhos afiados e sorriso de escárnio, o rosto próximo ao do Lee por causa do “face-off”.

— É você, né? O merdinha que anda de papinho com a minha namorada — Mark espremeu os olhos sem compreender por trás do capacete, mas não teve tempo para responder a provocação já que o árbitro liberou o disco e a partida se iniciou.

A equipe adversária era boa, disso não podíamos contestar, mas Penn U era melhor, as jogadas de Yangyang eram sempre muito emotivas e impulsivas, quase como se ele representasse apenas a parte física do computador, o hardware, e os softwares, a parte lógica, estivesse perdida em algum lugar obscuro, com isso, Mark conseguiu marcar incríveis dois gols, disputando o puck com Yangyang e vencendo juntamente com o seu time.

— 'Cê realmente colocou toda a sua frustração nesse jogo, né? — Jaemin disse num tom de voz que mais parecia um pai orgulhoso do seu filho, Mark sorriu ao retirar o capacete e dar lugar a uma cabeleira suada e bagunçada, não tão emaranhado quanto ao de Jaemin que vivia com os fios lisos arrepiados toda vez que se livrava do capacete, mas de um jeito incrivelmente atraente.

— O que um belo de um pé na bunda virtual não faz com a gente, né Mork? — Jaehyun bagunçou com os dedos os cabelos já desgrenhados do Lee que acertou as dobras de trás dos joelhos do Jeong com o taco profissional, recebendo um gemido fingido de dor e um sorriso amigável.

1... 2... 3. Mark Lee teve exatos três minutos de descanso antes de ser atingido no rosto por um punho desprovido de luva, um tempo menor ainda para ele atingir Yangyang da mesma forma e sentir uma ardência nos nós dos dedos, seja pelo impacto ou pelo fato comprovado de que Mark não tinha habilidades muito precisas em brigas que envolviam agressão física.

— Qual é a sua, cara? — Mark perguntou visualmente irritado enquanto pressionava a área acertada e levemente dolorida do rosto, perto de um dos seus olhos, em plena consciência de que teria que lidar com um olho roxo e talvez uma suspensão, o que de fato estava começando a deixá-lo apavorado — O que foi que eu fiz pra você?

— 'Cê tá falando sério? — Yangyang empurrou Mark com força o bastante para fazê-lo tropeçar para trás nos patins — 'Cê vai ficar se fazendo de vítima quando eu sei que você ficou flertando por mensagemzinha com a minha namorada nas minhas costas?

— Eu... Que? — Mark tirou a mão do rosto para visualizar melhor as arquibancadas, perto da proteção, como Jaehyun dias antes, lá estava você, vestindo um moletom da universidade sede do jogo, vulgo a universidade que Mark estava matriculado e um boné, que ele sabia, você tinha comprado na internet um mês atrás. Você com toda certeza estava em primeiro lugar na lista de pessoas que mais provocavam sensações em Mark que ele não sabia como explicar verbalmente, no momento atual, ele se sentia traído, mesmo que você estivesse fazendo parte da torcida para ele.

Mark não se lembrava bem em como conseguiu deixar aquele aglomerado de gente, seu próprio time e Yangyang que queria mais do que nunca avançar sobre ele como se fosse sua presa depois de dias de caça sem resultado, só sabia que tinha andado um bocado sem nenhum pensamento de companhia, e graças a Deus, sem nenhum dos meninos a tiracolo, ainda que estivessem com medo dele beber seu próprio peso na consistência líquida de qualquer bebida alcoólica.

— Mark? — Você o seguiu quase que nas pontas dos pés até o gramado do campus em que ele estava sentado de pernas cruzadas, aparentemente nenhum dos espectadores do jogo tinha saído da arena depois de todo o drama, porque só existia vocês e as luzes automáticas da cidade universitária que vez ou outra falhavam. Você se ajoelhou perante ele, olhando nos seus olhos graúdos que davam a impressão de que ele tinha sido uma criança pidona na infância, tinha o rosto excelente para isso — Eu e o Yangyang... A gente não tem nada, eu juro. Terminamos uns dias antes de você me vender o quebra-cabeça, mas ele não consegue entender que acabou, eu 'tava evitando vir aqui hoje porque estava com medo de que ele arruinasse tudo, e ele realmente...

Você definitivamente não esperava os lábios dele sobre os seus assim, do nada, entretanto aconteceu, o braço de Mark te enlaçou suavemente enquanto ele copiava sua posição sem romper o doce contato. Você o puxou suavemente pela jaqueta casual que ele vestia, se agradecendo por ter tirado o boné assim que correu atrás dele.

Você sentia vontade de chorar com toda a delicadeza que Mark tinha ao te beijar, fazendo com que os beijos durassem uma eternidade no mais perfeito sentido, distribuindo selos da linha do seu maxilar até o pescoço, de forma tão suave e gentil que você não questionaria se te dissessem naquele instante que vocês tinham acabado de chegar ao jardim do Éden recém reinaugurado.

— Dane-se aquele idiota — Mark assoprou na sua pele, elevando os olhos para encontrar suas bochechas rosadas que ele tanto queria entrar em contato, permanecendo com um aperto firme na sua cintura ao mesmo tempo que a mão livre acariciava seu rosto e de vez em quando brincava com o lóbulo da sua orelha, instigando arrepios por toda parte — Só me deixa te beijar, tô tentando te distrair do meu olho roxo inchado horrendo.

— Você é espertinho, né? — Você sorriu levemente, os braços ao redor do pescoço da figura masculina.

Mark instintivamente retribuiu o sorriso.

— Bem, é o que dizem.

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Eu estaria mentindo para mim mesma se um dia te dissesse que já deixei de te amar, mesmo depois de todas as cicatrizes que me causou. Eu me agarrei a todos os sentimentos bons e as boas lembranças que ainda vivem dentro do meu coração e repetem como um disco arranhado. Você mudou, nós dois mudamos e isso ficou evidente nesses anos que se passaram. Outrora amantes, hoje desconhecidos com tamanhas lembranças. Você se tornou a foto 3x4 esquecida na minha carteira. Pode parecer loucura mas as vezes torço para superar esse sentimento que me consome por dentro. É impossível esquecer todos os momentos incríveis que passei ao seu lado, todas as viagens que fizermos juntos e as risadas que faziam com que todas as nossas dores sumissem. Decidimos seguir caminhos diferentes, continuo fingindo que você não me afeta mas. E infelizmente percebemos da forma mais dolorosa que nem todos os amores foram feitos para durar. Nem todas as pessoas que se amam ficam juntas para sempre. Você foi o amor pra minha vida e não o dela.

#prosa #lardepoetas #mentesexpostas #quandoelasorriu #liberdadeliteraria #projetoflorejo #poecitas #pequenosescritores #eglogas #julietario #sonhandoseusonho

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RWRB FirstPrince Holiday Recs

Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's Eve - click below for my favorites.

kiss me, and tell me that i’ll see you again by fxckingeyelashes. T, 2k. “Forgive me if I’m being too forward, but are you into guys perhaps? I’d like to know if I have a chance.”

“A chance at what?” Alex raises his eyebrows. It’s only then that he notices the rainbow G A Y under Henry’s name.

“A chance to be your new year’s kiss.”

The Spirit of Giving by @cha-melodius. T, 2.3k. His practice tamales come out pretty damned good, if he says so himself, and the ones for the holiday party are going to be even better. Alex is confident now that there’s no way his won’t be the best dish a the whole potluck; he’s definitely going to win (and no, he doesn’t care that you can’t ‘win’ a potluck, June).

(1 million words challenge holiday edition, prompt: “My holiday dish is better than your holiday dish.”)

Speaking my Language by HMS_Chill. G, 2.3k. Prompt:

"Alex always saying sweet things to Henry in Spanish but won't tell him what any of it means, and he's always google translating them and awe-ing at how cute Alex is and then like maybe he learns how to say something adorable to and says it to Alex and Alex just like melts or something"

one of your girls. by seafloor. M, 2.4k. New Years Eve; three years later. An hour before midnight.

Santa, Tell Me by @harrysglasses. G, 2.5k. Henry receives a very special gift from his office Secret Santa and is determined to find out who it's from.

we play all day (and spread holiday cheer) by headabovethewater. E, 2.5k. Nora guffaws. “You fucked Santa’s Elf?!”

“I mean,” Alex pauses and shrugs, “not with the costume on, obviously.”

“I can’t fucking believe you,” Nora exclaims, her hands cupping her own face in disbelief. She looks over Alex’s shoulder and cocks an eyebrow, before she lowers her hands and her tone, and asks, “Since when do you have a thing for blondes?”

I'll Have a Flu Christmas by @three-drink-amy. G, 2.7k. Plans go awry when Alex comes down with the flu right before Christmas while Henry waits for him to fly over and meet him in England. Prepared to spend Christmas sick and alone, Alex doesn't expect Henry to take matters into his own hands.

i think i'm falling for you by WaterlooLovers. T, 2.8k. Henry blinks at the man. He’s thankful the rink is fairly dark, only disco lights and black lights surrounding them, so the man can’t see the blush on his cheeks. The man is gorgeous, and still holding his waist, and Henry might be hallucinating. Maybe he did crack his skull on the hard rink floor. “Um.”

Trick or Kiss by ronans. NR, 2.9k. Henry’s been here for ten minutes and he’s already causing Alex to feel some feelings. He supposes Henry has made him a bit scared with his costume, but not in the god given Halloween way he should.

Or, Alex is throwing the Halloween party of the year and can't quite figure out why the Prince of England is haunting his every thought.

May Your New Years Dreams Come True by chamel. T, 3.1k. “In fact, I’d wager money my date will by far be the hottest there.”

Hunter scoffs, which honestly Henry doesn’t understand. It’s not like Alex hasn’t pulled in some real lookers to previous years’ parties, much to Henry’s chagrin. “Really? You want to bet?”

Alex shrugs. “Sure.”

“Henry,” Hunter says suddenly, finally—and unfortunately—acknowledging that he’s actually been standing there the whole time. “You want in on this?”

(1 million words challenge holiday edition, prompt: "Competition to see who can bring the hottest date to the New Year’s party")

you and me, forevermore by @theprinceandagcd. T, 3.1k. "He pushes up on his toes to kiss Henry, who returns the kiss immediately, greedily, tongue brushing against his in a way that makes Alex's brain short circuit just as much as it did a year ago.

A year ago.

It still does something to him, stirs something deep inside him that makes his entire body feel like pure mush. It's a memory burned so bright in his mind - cold air, a buzz in his veins, a tree in a quiet garden, fingers gripping his face, soft lips against his.

The night his world turned on its axis and shifted toward Henry, altering his path and forever tilting him closer."

Or, Alex and Henry on New Year's Eve, one year after their first, and Alex wants it to be special.

don't let me get drunk again by @getmehighonmagic. E, 3.1k. Alex had never wanted to cancel plans as much as he had while watching Henry pull a pair of light wash, tight jeans over his stockinged legs and bare ass.

Christ, he’s getting hard thinking about it now.

Merry Christmas, Darling by lucy_in_the_sky. E, 3.2k. Alex and Henry's first Christmas together as a couple. Just some good ol' fashioned Christmas smut

Wherever you are, as ever I remain by gallifreyandglowclouds. M, 3.4k. 'It’s transparently a lie, and he shouldn’t lie to Alex, but he can’t help it in the moment. He so badly wants everything to just be fine, to love this new life without a foot stuck in the old one.'

Henry can't help but feel a little homesick during his first Christmas in Brooklyn.

stars by the pocketful by weather_stained. T, 3.7k. Henry is having a terrible Halloween, so terrible that he completely forgets it even is Halloween until Alex shows up at his door asking to borrow a prop for June's costume.

Though Henry opts out of June's Halloween party, Alex makes sure he doesn't spend the holiday alone.

Call It Even by @smc-27. T, 3.7k. Alex shrugs. “I’ll go with you.”

Terrible, terrible, no good idea.

Too bad his mouth works faster than his brain. Which is…another thing he wishes to not think about. His mouth, and Alex, and all the things he could do to that man.

“All right.”

Fuck.

(aka: henry needs a +1 for a holiday party. his roommate offers.)

Help Yourself to Happiness by ronans. NR, 3.8k. ‘So you’re taking the post down, I assume? Now we’re both sober and in control of our impulses?’

Pez barks a laugh. ‘Absolutely not.’

‘I know we discussed the very real possibility that I would cry myself into oblivion without you here singing horrendously off key Christmas carols, but… isn’t this a little… desperate?’

‘I’m willing to see where this will take us, aren’t you?’ Pez asks, raising an eyebrow.

‘Says the man who would be safely out of the country after setting his best friend up with a potential murderer.’

Pez levels him with a look and then picks up Henry’s phone. ‘How many polos did he play?’ Pez turns the screen around so Henry can see the comment. ‘Does that sound like a person with murderous tendencies?’

Henry snatches the phone back. ‘This is a terrible idea.’

Or, A drunken night leads to Pez posting on Reddit, calling on any singles in the area to help Henry be a little less lonely this Christmas.

I'm not gay, but my apparel is by @clottedcreamfudge. T, 4.5k. “I’m not a salesman,” Alex points out, coming out from behind the counter and rolling up his sleeves. “I’m a purveyor of oddities, curiosities, and intrigue.”

“Yes, I saw your sign.”

“And now here we are,” Alex says, gesturing grandly and expansively to the space around him.

“Here we are,” the man says softly, then pulls one hand out of his coat pocket and holds it out to Alex. “Henry Fox-Mountchristen. I would like to purchase an oddity, curiosity, or an item of intrigue.”

you bring blue lights to dreams by headabovethewater. E, 4.5k. When Alex pulls him a bit closer and kisses him again, he thinks he sees a flash of blue peek through the opening in Henry’s shirt, but he ignores the thrill that travels down his spine and shrugs it off. Wishful thinking, he’s sure.

Or, Henry surprises Alex as they celebrate New Year's Eve together.

baby, be mine by strwbrryfox. T, 4.8k. five times alex asks henry to be his valentine and one time henry beats him to it ♥️

many times, many ways by @littlemisskittentoes. M, 4.8k. The thing is, Alex knows he can’t replace the bittersweet wave of memories that swarm Henry’s head at the sight of snow flurries and smell of peppermint in the air. He doesn’t want to. He wants Henry to keep those close, even if it is through the sepia tone of melancholy.

But Alex can’t help but wonder if maybe he can find a way to balance poignancy with something a bit easier. Something a little bit lighter. Something Henry can revisit to understand where he belongs, how he fits into the “happy” of it all any time he needs.

He looks over to Henry, finally asleep against his chest. He takes in the gentle slope of Henry’s nose, the fluttered fan of eyelashes against moon-bathed cheeks. He fixates on the subtle canyon, the soft part of Henry’s lips, the phantom wind of a silent snore, and Alex knows: the very least he can do is try.

or, holidays have always come as a reminder to Henry of what he’s lost. But Alex always manages to remind him of everything he’s gained too.

Ink it in on my skin, sign me up, make it last against the time by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. E, 5.2k. “Okay, then,” Alex says, and Henry can’t help but smile at the hint of mischief creeping into his voice, “there’s two weeks until Valentine’s Day. We each have that long to make it happen, and we’ll do a big reveal that night. Deal?” Flecks of gold are shimmering in his copper eyes. Henry leans forward, catching Alex’s lips to seal their accord.

“Agreed.”

Alex and Henry both decide to get tattoos.

I must tell you what you will not ask by @lizzie-bennetdarcy. E, 5.3k. Henry's plans for Christmas fall through, so Alex invites him home for the holidays. They're best friends, strictly platonic roommates, so why does everyone think they're dating?

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. T, 5.4k. When the Legendary Balls-Out Bananas White House Trio New Year's Eve Party is interrupted by a security threat, Henry, Pez, Nora, June, and Alex find themselves locked in the White House library for their own protection with nothing but time, a few bottles of champagne, and some lighthearted conversation, until a single question threatens to change everything for Henry.

You and Me, Forevermore by milowren. NR, 5.6k. When Henry gets sick a few days after Christmas, he and Alex end up celebrating New Year's together in a different way than they planned.

where every wish comes true by @hypnostheory. E, 6k. “Locked out?”

“I forgot my keys,” Alex says with a sigh, leaning against his door with a muted shiver. He was planning on a heated Uber ride to June’s apartment, not standing out in the cold ass hallway. Alex hugs his coat closer to his chest. “My friend has my spare.”

Henry nods, leaning against his own door frame. Alex isn’t sure what the man does outside of going to grad school at NYU, but it must be bench-pressing horses based on the size of his biceps. Henry reaches up to push his glasses higher on his nose and Alex swears he wasn’t that bisexual when the day started. “Would you like to wait in my apartment for your friend?”

Alex gets locked out his apartment on Christmas Eve. He's forced to take refuge in his neighbor and occasional fuck buddy Henry's apartment, and together the two get into the Christmas spirit with the help of a festive costume and a silk ribbon.

The Honeymoon Suite by clottedcreamfudge. E, 6.1k. Henry's plane is grounded, which is absolutely fine, and not at all the worst possible outcome on Christmas Eve when he should already be on his way to London. Alex's plane is also grounded, but fortunately for his leggy British co-worker, he's a generous soul who's happy to share the room he managed to bag at a local hotel while they wait for their new flights.

So, so generous.

Baby, it's Halloween and we can be anything by sheisraging. E, 6.3k. Alex is furious. More furious than he should be about the whole thing, but still. Plans were made. Money was spent. Costumes were purchased—not even rented—purchased!

it's in the stars, it's who we are by @indomitable-love. E, 6.4k. 'Henry pulls back with wide, startled eyes, releases him roughly and staggers backwards. He lets out a mumbled curse and turns on his heel, and Alex has just enough of something still firing in his brain to reach out and catch Henry’s wrist. Just enough awareness of the fact that Henry is about to run, to say, ‘No, wait,’ before he can disappear through the snow.'

or, the AU where Henry doesn't run after the New Year's Eve kiss.

Re: Inappropriate Festive Party Conduct [Sent with High Importance!] by @largepeachicedtea. E, 6.5k.

Alex has changed his suit into something soft-looking and appropriately red, though the white shirt with the holly pin is still there, now accompanied by a trail of sparkly tinsel around his neck like a festive scarf. He’s holding a whiskey glass in one hand, leaning into something Nora is saying, and looks positively lethal. “Christ,” Henry mutters through a gulp of cider. “He looks good,” Pez agrees through a cheshire grin. “He always looks good,” Henry says. “Right now, he looks–” “Henry! Pez!” “Fuck.” “Alexander!” Pez hollers. “Babes!”

—

An office holiday party AU where Alex and Henry ignore the first rule of corporate festivities: Don't hook up with your coworker.

Ho for the Holidays by @whimsymanaged. E, 6.8k. “Listen, don’t worry about this,” Henry says quickly, already mentally crafting the passive-aggressive text he’s going to send Pez. “Better luck next year. I’ll just be off—“

“Hold your damn horses.” Alex stops Henry with a fast, surprisingly gentle hand to his wrist. His eyebrows furrow. “What did you put on your questionnaire?”

Henry’s ears go hot. “That’s none of your business.”

Alex scoffs and leans in closer. “Baby, we matched. It’s safe to say we have at least some interests in common. Be honest—was it because you confessed to having a secret desire to slap me?”

Or, Pez organizes an event called Ho for the Holidays, and these two idiots get paired up.

all my time is yours to spend by smc_27. T, 6.8k. Any way you look at it, Bea is not meant to be here, and if it were just the lights, he’d assume she forgot to turn them off. The fire burning is another thing entirely. The weather has been dreadful, and perhaps her flight was canceled. Surely, she’d have told him as much.

He should investigate.

Waffles & Conversation by clottedcreamfudge. E, 7k. “I’m fine, I swear. I just need to give it a proper clean and I’ll be fine.”

Ellen isn’t convinced. “Okay, but you’re letting Henry look at it later.”

Alex grits his teeth for what must be the thousandth time today and tries to keep his voice level. “No, I’m not. He’s a vet, mom.”

You're the Perfect Gift for Me by @cha-melodius. T, 7.2k. “Twenty-one-year-old Scotch,” the man says with a low whistle, looking more impressed than anything else. “Special occasion or just expensive taste?”

“And he’s the closest thing to a doctor we have coming tonight,” she says firmly, letting him take his hand back and raising her eyebrows at him. “It’s that or the ER, honey. Your choice.”

Alex can’t stop his grimace. “Came up here to propose,” he says, even though this random stranger doesn’t need to hear his woes. “Found out my girlfriend’s getting back together with her high school sweetheart.”

“Ouch,” the man replies, the word sounding slightly absurd in his rounded, posh accent. He looks at the bartender. “Leave the bottle.”

(Dumped two days before Christmas by his girlfriend, Alex meets a British writer who's spending Christmas on his own in generic Tiny Town, USA, and together they discover something new to celebrate.)

Snowed In? Snow Problem by @rmd-writes. E, 7.3k. The challenge: to write a fun college AU for the queen of college AUs (though she’ll probably be mad at me for saying so). Bonus points for also including the only one bed and getting caught doing something sus tropes.

The result: hopefully all of the above, plus they’re snowed in for the holidays.

AKA Henry and Alex get snowed in at their dorm for the holidays, whatever will they do?

It's Not Thanksgiving Without the Turkeys by allmylovesatonce. M, 7.5k. Thanksgiving 2020, Alex invites Henry to join the Claremont-Diaz family for Thanksgiving. More than anything, they're excited for another excuse to be together.

(Valen)Tie Me Up by @happinessofthepursuit. E, 7.7k. “Well, I actually made your gift at one of Pez’s workshops, though I’m sure they would’ve gotten it out of me anyway,” Henry says, voice fond.

Alex’s mind is whirring, going through the monthly calendars from Seize the Play. Pez leads classes multiple times a week, but there’s only a few that Henry could’ve attended, and one in particular that would explain his own gift…

“Which one?” Alex asks.

“I think that’ll immediately be clear.”

Or, Alex and Henry exchange gifts for their first Valentine’s together—then proceed to use them.

you make it look so easy, i know it's not by @anincompletelist. T, 7.9k. Bea’s to his left, speaking frantically on the phone with who Henry hopes is the fire brigade or someone else trained to deal with these— situations. In front of him, Pez is fumbling frustratedly with the water hose, showcasing his colorful vocabulary with a flourish of jerky hand movements and chaotic pacing. On either side of the fence, his neighbors are peaking over the sides to ask if everything’s okay, and Henry feels the resolution to make a good first impression crumbling and slipping rapidly out of his grasp. Even David watches on from inside the house, his sage eyes and patriotic bowtie appraising the scene and looking back to Henry as if to say I told you so.

And the fryer — the fryer itself is up in flames, thick gray smoke swirling up into the air and soaring high above the tree line now. In the distance, the echo of sirens. Henry may faint right here, in the middle of his backyard at his new home before he's even unpacked, with all the neighbors and his family and friends watching on, on his first official American Thanksgiving. It is, by all means, not what he’d envisioned for the day.

everything ever written about love by greenandmoss. E, 8.4k.

“Bet you’re glad you knocked on this door.”

“I am, actually.” Smiles should not be this disarming. It’s disconcerting.

It’s like they’re in a movie, where all the lines are pre-written, and the smiles and the looks all mean something. The couple are scripted to catch eyes, and fall in love with each other the second their lips touch. But that’s fucking ridiculous. Henry sits there like some kind of James-Bond-Jude-Law heartthrob, and Alex’s life is not a movie. This is not how real life plays out.

Or: The Holiday au but it's just that one scene where Cameron Diaz meets Jude Law

Save a Horse, Ride a Princess by @affectionatelyrs. E, 8.6k. “I have to say, this is all quite literal, don’t you think?”

Alex wouldn’t know literal right now if it hit him in the head. “Huh?”

Henry points at Alex: “Pillow Princess,” and then to himself: “Cowboy. Ready to ride and all that.”

Alex nods dumbly. “Right.”

Or, Alex and Henry dress up as the ultimate couples costume for Halloween — themselves — and they both feel some kind of way about it

the world watched (and the world smiled) by fangirl6202. M, 9.1k. "Oh,” Alex says finally, faintly, touching one hand to his lips. Then: “Shit.”

His mind catches up then, realizing that Henry is walking away and he doesn't even think twice. He begins to quite literally chase after him, trying to get to him before he can get away or, God forbid, try to fly back to England and ghost him.

Henry is very pointedly not looking at him, stuttering apology over apology until Alex has to quite literally throw himself in front of him to get him to stop. Alex doesn’t know what to do. But the answer is simple, isn’t it? So fucking simple.

Or; it's New Years, and Henry stays.

He takes Prince Fucking Charming’s lapels into his hand and kisses him back.

more than you could ever know by indomitablelove. T, 9.5k. He watches Alex’s bright smile as he talks to Bea and Leo, the way that Ellen and Catherine have their heads bent close together and how Nora is talking with Pez, Oscar and June. He feels something catch in his throat, something blooming in his chest with such strength that it threatens to burst its way out. He never, in a million years, thought he would have this.

this year i will fall by @rmd-writes. E, 9.8k. Henry has many regrets in his life, but leaving the ice rink after a literal run in with the potential love of his life without even obtaining his name may be his biggest. With his family visiting for the holidays for the first time and ever-present work deadlines looming, he's too busy to think about how to engineer his own happy ending worthy of the novels he edits.

But what if fate has other ideas?

Ye Merry Gentlemen by allmylovesatonce. M, 9.9k. Across three different years, at different points in their lives, Alex and Henry celebrate Christmas together.

On My Mind (Let's Go) by @sparklepocalypse. E, 10k. Pez blows into his hands and rubs them together to warm them. “Listen. Just… whatever happens in there, say yes, alright?”

“I don’t follow,” Henry says, his brow furrowing. “Say yes to what?”

“Whatever opportunity comes knocking,” Pez says breezily. “You forget, I’ve seen your messages. The booze is flowing tonight, and everyone’s got their best fit on – so opportunity will knock, and you will say yes.”

(A movieverse New Year's Eve fix-it that started as crack and turned into crack taken seriously. With dancing. And smut. Like... a lot of smut.)

Someone Special by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 10k. "That was Shaan," Henry explains as Alex snuggles closer to him, pressing his nose to his neck. "The blizzard hit early, apparently. Too risky to fly."

"So Christmas here?" Alex says in that sleepy drawl of his that Henry will never get tired of. "Fuckin' sweet."

Happy NY by @myheartalivewrites. E, 11k. “Hi,” he says, and Henry looks into his eyes, taking in the brown colour and little flecks of black and gold that give it depth; the tiny freckles dotted across his nose and cheekbones, only a shade or two darker than his deep bronze skin. “Uh, sorry about that,” the man says, but he doesn’t step out of Henry’s arms. Instead his eyebrows go up, and his expression changes, from one of embarrassment to something Henry thinks is surprise, and maybe, ever so hopefully, a little bit of interest.

would you wait for me? by smc_27. T, 11k. Henry Fox has made Alex nervous from the second they met.

Now it’s different. Now Alex has to try and find a shirt to wear to a party where he’ll inevitably see Henry for the first time in a year. For the first time since Alex’s heart was broken and he’d made what felt like the brave and smart decision and left.

Coming back might be a mistake.

Gonna Give You Something (So You Know What’s on My Mind) by @affectionatelyrs. E, 11k. Alex hums, turning around to pull open the freezer drawer. “You want anything?”

But Henry barely registers his question. Not when Alex is slightly bent over, allowing Henry a perfect view of his perfect ass. Each individual ridge of his spine is visible due to his lack of shirt. All of these things combined would normally be a large enough issue in itself to render Henry dumbstruck, except—

Except, that’s not the only thing that Henry’s faced with.

Right there, clear as day: blue lace, delicately peeking out from the waistband of his joggers. Henry’s hand immediately flies up to his cheek. The skin is hot to the touch, and he feels the imprint of where the material once lay like a brand.

Or, With the help of a white elephant gift, Henry learns that maybe the whole being-in-love-with-his-roommate thing isn’t as one-sided as he thought

Love and Hate at the Farmers' Market by myheartalive. T, 11k. Alex and Henry both work at a farmers' market and they hate each other, until suddenly— oops! They don't!

(Secret) Santa Baby by @indomitable-love. E, 11k. "When it comes to Secret Santa, Alex really does have a reputation to uphold. Everybody wants Alex to get them. Nobody actually wants to get Alex, which is why he usually ends up with novelty socks or a political biography, but he doesn’t care. Ultimately, everybody wants Alex to get their name. And right now, Alex is seconds away from finding out who his new mark is. The person that he’s going to spend the next few weeks learning inside and out to ensure that he gets them the perfect gift."

Alex gets his work nemesis, Henry, in the office Secret Santa and realises that he doesn't know nearly as much about him as he thought...

Trim my Christmas tree by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 12k. Henry is a writer, not a mall Santa, but unfortunately this year - thanks to his adorable and conniving nieces and their Aunt Beatrice - he's going to have to be both. This doesn't leave him a great deal of time to pine horribly over the part-time bookseller and Law student over at June Claremont-Diaz's shop, but somehow he manages to jam it in anyway.

Ho ho ho.

i'll be home for christmas by @dumbpeachjuice. M, 12k. He books a tiny cottage in a village called Little Snoring (not to be confused with the nearby Great Snoring) somewhere in Norfolk and tries to tell himself Christmas by himself in a foreign country is going to be an adventure from which he will have an adorable story to tell his friends and family, and not just totally depressing. At the very least he can take a cute picture of his snowy cottage and pretend he’s not totally fucking jealous of his entire family gathering in Austin without him.

If he ever fucking gets there, that is.

Or, Alex's first Christmas in the UK gets ruined by the British weather. A handsome stranger invites him to spend the holiday with his family instead.

The Holiday by @dracowillhearaboutthis. E, 13k. Henry is in no mood to attend his family's holiday gathering this year. So when June Claremont-Diaz asks him via a Home Swap website whether or not his house is free over the holidays, he jumps at the opportunity to escape the country and his family for the holidays.

He did not include Alex into the calculation - June's charming and gorgeous brother who suddenly appears at her doorstep.

Airplane Mode by clottedcreamfudge. E, 14k. Getting into an argument with someone in the airport lounge had probably been a mistake, in hindsight; Alex knows this. But with so many fucking delays and the fact that the signal on his phone is currently making it about as useful as two paper cups joined by a piece of string, he’s kind of on-edge. It’s not entirely his fault that he snaps.

Attractive people with perfect hair who take the last almond croissant before Alex can get to it probably just need to understand this. Alex is at the end of his tether, and he will not be swayed by, “Well, I was here first,” in a British accent so smooth it could butter bread.

Home for the Holidays by lucy_in_the_sky. E, 14k. “How would you feel about maybe spending Christmas in Texas with me and my family?” He bites his lip after popping the question.

Henry’s eyebrows shoot up. But before Alex can regret asking, a soft smile blossoms on his face.

“I want you there with me. I- I wanted you there this week, too-” Alex starts to ramble. “And, like, it’s totally ok if you want to go to England to be with your family, duh, but I’d love to show you Austin and introduce you to my family and teach you the Claremont-Diaz holiday traditions and kiss you on Christmas morning and-”

He’s cut off by the hard press of Henry’s lips against his own.

“Yeah?” Alex beams.

“Yes, love. Of course yes.”

Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon by @villiageidiot. T, 14k. He falls asleep on the loveseat, Nora and June curled up on the couch across from him, as a terrible Hallmark Christmas film plays in the background. It’s the fourth night of sleeping alone—Henry taking care of some business back in the palace—and he’d rather wake up cold and cramped across from the two of them than alone in his own bed.

That’s how Alex falls asleep.

That is not how he wakes up.

A Fine Line by indomitablelove. E, 15k. Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Whatever is inescapable. In the worst way possible. He’s always fucking there. Alex turns up for his shift and Henry is there behind the coffee machine, apron tied around his waist and stupid, tight white T-shirt clinging to his biceps. Alex turns up for open-mic night at the cafe and there he is again, reading his fucking poetry. Alex goes to the grocery store, or the bookshop, or the fucking campus library, and who does he see? Henry. Always Henry.

Always Henry, always with a different guy.

Alex hates Henry. He's only letting Henry and his stupid long limbs and his overly symmetrical face stay on his couch because he has to, because 'tis the season not to be a massive dick, because it's Christmas. Isn't he? -also coffee shop/roommates

12 Days of Christmas with Alex and Henry series by @coffeecatsme. E, 16k. "It seems I've gotten myself in quite a tangle."

"Tangle?" Henry's voice is hoarse, eyes darkened as they travel over Alex's body. They stop at his crotch, and Alex can see it even under the dim lights—Henry's growing hard too, a visible bulge pushing at his sweatpants. Alex's cock gives a desperate twitch.

"Y'know, I was trying to put them around the tree," he starts, gesturing at the plain tree at the corner. It's clear he didn't even attempt to touch it. "And somehow I've managed to completely trap myself. Can't even move my hands." Henry makes a desperate noise at the back of his throat as his eyes snap up to Alex's face. Alex flashes him a suggestive grin, teeth biting down on his lip. "Seems I'm completely at your mercy."

(Dil)Do It Yourself by @happiness-of-the-pursuit. E, 16k. “Listen,” Nora starts, turning her body once more so that she’s sitting sideways in the chair with her legs thrown across the armrest. “I did the math. There’s a 79% chance you’re gonna become a slut to the power of the prostate, and while we’re not dating anymore, it’s my duty as your fellow slutty bisexual to get this party started.”

Or, when Nora drags Alex to a holiday dildo workshop, he doesn’t expect to find someone to use it with.

Spirit of the Season by @pridepages. M, 17k. Henry was dead to begin with. That much you must understand, or nothing that follows will seem strange or wondrous...

Alex Claremont-Diaz doesn't believe in ghosts. And he really hates Dickens.

But that's not going to stop a very unusual Christmas Spirit...

Henry Fox is on a mission. Once a year, he finds a soul in need of his help. (Too bad this one's such an utter berk.)

When two lost souls find each other on Christmas Eve, they may just find everything they never knew they wanted.

The Christmas Guest by @omgcmere. E, 17k. Alex is looking forward to a relaxing winter break catching up with his sister after her semester abroad, but June's gone and ruined everything by inviting her insufferable international student friend to stay with their family for a real American Christmas experience. Henry is irritatingly gorgeous with a completely obnoxious superiority complex, and Alex is prepared to hate every single second he's forced to spend in his presence. As Alex starts to get into the Christmas spirit, however, he finds that maybe there's more to Henry than meets the eye - and maybe, just maybe, this will actually be the best Christmas ever. - also college

and you would be there too by smc_27. M, 20k. It’s mostly dark out here, just the lamp poles in the parking lot casting a warm yellow glow across the packed snow.

Four Christmases by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. E, 19k. From Washington to Austin, London to New York, Alex and Henry spend Christmas with different members of their families from 2020 - 2023. Funny couples' Christmas sweaters, festive swimsuits, statement-making ties, and family pajamas all bring lots of laughs, some tears, and a bit of fun to be had by all along the way.

A Year in the Life series by milowren. NR, 19k. Alex and Henry are coworkers, Henry has a crush, and they end up at a haunted corn maze together a few nights before Halloween. Shenanigans ensue! And - When Alex's flight home is canceled at the last minute, Henry invites him over for Thanksgiving - despite never having hosted an American Thanksgiving before.

“We’re closed.”

Henry spins around, heart racing, and sees the beautiful man from the café and from earlier at the shops. He cuts a stunning image, swinging one leg over the wooden fence rail and stepping into the parking lot as he pulls a red and black plaid shirt over his shoulders, his tan pants tight enough across his thighs to make Henry blush for noticing.

This Hell of a Season by Chamel. E, 21k. (Nova, Baby follow-up) “The first few years, it was a relief to get away from all the stupid family drama,” Alex says, blowing a long sigh. The hand that’s not holding Henry’s slides onto his stomach, a warm, comforting pressure. “Then I started to resent it. It hurt to be stuck out on a mission while everyone celebrated without me.”

“And now?”

A grin slips onto Alex’s face as he walks two fingers across Henry’s bare chest. “Now I have you.”

(Or, 3 times Alex & Henry spent Christmas on missions and 1 when they didn't; or, A Very Nova Christmas Special.

You Make Every Day Feel Like It's Christmas by allmylovesatonce. T, 25k. Burned out on work, Alex goes to visit June who is on assignment in a sleepy Vermont town called Snow's Landing. June is determined for him to see where she's been living for the last six months and to love it as much as she does. The most intriguing part of it all is June's best friend there, a man named Henry, that Alex believed was a jerk at first but is starting to discover a new side of as they spend more time together.

Paper Chains by @myheartalivewrites. E, 25k.

DAY 751

(Alex)

Henry is… Well, if Alex is being honest, Henry is everything to him.

But it’s kinda hard to explain.

DAY 1

———

I have no idea how to summarise this one, folks. The best I can do is… Alex and Henry's journey from awkward beginning as colleagues, to best friends, to spending time apart and finally to finding each other again.

But it’s not as straightforward as that.

Every Day's a Holiday (When I'm Near to You) by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 29k. I know this is a long shot, but if anyone’s going to Texas/anywhere south for the holidays and is crazy enough to drive there instead of fly, I’m looking for a road trip buddy. We can split gas money and snacks if you pick good ones. DM me if you’re interested.

And Henry knows he's about the make the most idiotic decision he's ever made in his life.

Or, Henry impulsively tags along with Alex on a road trip to Texas with absolutely no plan. Surely this won't backfire.

in a holidaze by @tedddylupin. E, 49k. Alex didn't mean to spend his New Years Eve thrown together with a perfect stranger at an airport. He didn't mean to offer up to share his hotel room with a very attractive stranger. He also didn't mean to find the man insufferably perfect either.

Or: the one where Alex and Henry find each other during different holidays throughout a year's time.

When I think about you by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 50k. Dream sharing is absolutely not a thing, even though Alex would very much like it to be.

The magic of soulmates, however, means that someone you’ve never met – someone whose soul is tied to yours, in whatever way that manifests – can appear in your dreams, like an extra character who keeps popping up over and over again. They won’t be having the same dream as you, and you won’t actually meet, but whatever you remember from the dream can start to take shape in your waking hours; you can figure things out, bit by bit, dream by dream.

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