#it's officially christmas or you're cursed

[aunt-ninny]

[thoughtssvt]

last call

nanami kento x reader

kento's just about lost the battle. you're all he can think about during his last moments

warnings : character death, minor gore (blood, limb loss), no happy ending, gn!reader (use of they/them pronouns), no use of y/n

Kento’s head felt heavy on his shoulders. His neck craning up to watch the midnight bubble consume everything within a five foot radius, including him. A few steps ahead, in the center of the curse’s domain, stood a telephone booth. Dusty with the environment, untouched for who knows how long. His eyelids drooped to cover tired, bloodshot eyes. A dulled clang rang through the air, unhelping to the shrill tones piercing his ears as his cleaver thudded against the dirt road.

He cringed at the feeling of his fingers disturbing his meticulously styled hair, congealing blood mixing with his hair wax. A sigh pulled his shoulders toward the floor. What were you doing now? He wondered. Using the reserves of his strength to flick his wrist to reveal his watch face came the image of you peeling your bag and outerwear off, throwing your keys into the dish that inhabited the small stand right by the front door.

Kento reached into his pocket to find his phone shattered. Not like he’d be able to reach anyone from inside the domain and though all alarms in his head told him not to, he wanted to know if you’d called. Texted to ask him when he’d be home.

He dragged his feet, kicking up dirt as he lugged his heavy legs toward the phonebooth. He wasn’t deluded enough to believe anything except the fact that he was walking right into the curse’s guaranteed hit. Though he’d faced death countless times, he himself couldn’t understand the longing he felt to pick up the phone. It was heavy in his hand. Grimey and definitely not something he’d choose to press up against his face.

But he always chose you.

“Kento?” Your voice came through as soon as he held the speaker against his ear. His shoulders sagged with relief, the knowledge of illusion not too far from him. He knew that, but if it was just for this moment he would pretend that nothing was wrong. “I was thinking of making your grandmother’s soup, are you almost home?”

He pressed his forehead against the edge of the small metal box that housed the phone and its mechanism, letting it dig into his skin as he rolled his head side to side following the curvature of his skull.

“I’d kill for a bowl of my grandmother’s soup.” Especially the way you made it. Maybe not how you made it. You’d listened intently to the instructions, always making an exact replica. It was more so that you were the one making it. “But I’m afraid I won’t be making it in time for dinner,” he gasped out as he began to accept his fate, the soft pitter-patter of blood oozing from his severed arm knocking above the ringing in his ears.

“You should tell the higher ups that no amount of money could keep you from your spouse.” He let out a pained sigh, knitting his ashen brows together. Your laugh like church bells on Christmas day.

“You’re right. I should’ve stopped taking all this damn OT a long time ago.” He sucked in a breath as he slumped against the wall, the glass crying at the sudden weight. Kento audibly swallowed, his mouth going dry as he began to reminisce. A side effect of dying, he supposes. “Do you remember all those years ago when we made our relationship official?” He clipped the phone between his shoulder and the side of his head, his now free hand coming up to punch at the bridge of his nose. He continued on letting the curse mimic your ambrosia laugh. “I tried to cut things off because I didn’t know how to handle a relationship with my line of work and you just always knew what to say.” He cleared his throat, his tears manifesting like molasses in his esophagus. “Just knocked some sense into me like you believed in us all along. It was like a punch to the gut.” He was beginning to babble, consciousness wavering.

He slowly slid down the glass wall, grunting on the way down, clutching his side. his broken ribs protested the movement.

“You deserve better.” He got out between stuttered breaths, staring up at the cobwebbed ceiling of the booth.

Your name fell from his lips. Slowly like he was savoring it. Tasting its sweetness one last time. Letting it linger on his tongue as long as he could.

“What would you do if you knew you were going to lose?”

The only thing the curse couldn’t copy was how much you loved him and that was apparent in the half-hearted exclamation it spouted dressed in your voice. The illusion was coming to an end, each piece crumbling, taken by the wind. He wanted more time, more strength. He wanted to tell you.

“I’m trapped in this curse’s domain. I’m almost certain this phone call is its last hit, Darling,” he said oh so desperately. “What do I do?”

Maybe the curse didn’t choose this life. Maybe it’s equally pained to be the recipient of countless last calls. Maybe it didn’t mean to hurt others. Kento wasn’t sure how sentient it was, but he appreciated the way it tried.

“I couldn’t tell you.” It responded to him, cold and emotionless. No longer trying to mimic you despite using your cadence.

“I know.” Kento nodded, heaving himself back onto his feet, distantly wishing he could dust himself off. With it’s lingering aftertaste he called your name once more. “I love you, darling.”

He screwed his eyes shut, picturing you in the back of his mind. Radiant as the day he met you.

“Kento… I love you, too.“

His lips wobbled into a frown as he tried his best to soak it in. End it in euphoria instead of regret. He took a moment to steady his breath. If he let himself his mind would fill with should haves. They'd urge his tears to slip down his cheeks. If he started he knew he wouldn't be able to stop. It was fine this way. He could accept that it wasn't in the cards for him to win. He couldn't fight anymore. He knocked the sound receiver against his forehead, gathering the courage to hang up.

“I’m not really them, you know.” The curse said quietly, almost child-like, right before Kento put the phone back on the receiver. It spoke as itself. Meek and curious. Exactly like Kento expected to be the manifestation of last calls. The negative emotions that came with saying goodbye. Saying one thing while thinking dozens of others that would never reach.

“I know,” He whispered. He knew his words would never reach you, but it was enough that he got to say it. Doubt never existed between the two of you. He knew you’d be alright and that you wouldn’t hold anything against him. Your love made him sure and that was enough for him.

“But if you are the one who’s to take my life I thank you for letting me hear their voice one last time.”

The phone hit the receiver with a trill. Kento took a second to smooth down whatever was left of his suit before turning around. He closed the door gently behind him, stepping out with closed eyes, keeping you on the forefront of his mind until the very end.

telephone dividers by @saradika-graphics

A/N : another soul crushing 2am post. just got back into writing (personal projects) and this is what I produce? :/

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[goldsbitch]

That one missed lecture

part 3 to That one Christmas flight

summary: After a missed moment, both parties are trying to contemplate what to do next.

warnings: crushing hard, cheesy af, swear words I guess, typos probably, slow burn let's just admit that

"A what?"

Surely she must have misheard Teresa. Yes. Lando has been on Y/N's mind so much these past few days that she has officially lost it.

"Sorry, not what. Who?"

"I dunno, apparently this like formula racer or something. I don't really understand it - so like we were at Al Bricco right, as usual. And there was this guy who seemed to be super into that sport and he totally freaked out. Like, the racer guy just went in and immediately left, kind of embarrassing. He like proper asked for a photo and shit. And after the racer guy left, this dude was so high off that he paid for everyone's drinks at the bar. Was nice! Shame you had the thing you had, or whatever."

Yes. Or whatever. Y/N made up some excuse for last evening, so mundane even she forgot what it was.

It was Monday afternoon after the Imola weekend. The philosophy lesson was about to start in few minutes. Y/N cursed Teresa for keeping this one tiny detail about yesterday. For fuck's sake, they'd already had two classes together today! Plenty of opportunity to mention this. Nobody famous ever came to Bologna. Y/N would expect Teresa to make it a bigger deal. But then again, usually it would not be a big deal for neither of you.

"Yeah, shame I didn't order a bottle instead of a glass," Teresa proclaimed.

"Did you see him? The racer guy?"

"Yeah. He looked like a guy, honestly nothing special about him."

"Do you know like his name or the team?"

"No, the fuck would I know that. You're focusing on the wrong thing - you missed a fun night with free drinks."

Y/N felt like her mind just got the DRS.

There were 20 drivers on the grid - the chances were low. Y/N overcame her initial shock and tried to focus on the lecture that was about to start.

For some reason Hegel's Lord-bondsman dialectic was not able to win in the battle for Y/N's attention today. Since Teresa was of little help, Y/N turned to social media. Surely, this fan must have shared his photo online. And then, once she finally discovers the photo of Ocon or Tsunoda, she will be abel to return back to her actual real problems instead of her schoolgirl crush.

They say if you need to find the "corpus delicti" these days, ask a woman to scan social media. Source more powerful than FBI.

Y/N had to excuse herself after staring at a photo of Lando's fake smile while standing in her favorite bar. Pacing around was required right now. After all, show us a problem that can't be fixed by maniacally walking around the block seven hundred times.

In her favorite bar. Lando was in her bar. In a bar, where she would have been, hadn't it been for her actually trying to track down Lando. Out of all the places on this gigantic planet. In. Her. Favorite. Bar. Must have been some random game of destiny. Y/N was getting real mad at destiny. She cursed the stupid Christmas tradition, she cursed ever getting herself involved with formula 1.

She cursed herself for missing him. In both meanings of the word.

//

Lando forgot when exactly had his burner account turned completely Bologna centered. But it was impossible to escape that city. So he decided to leave that account be for a while.

His fitness trainer must have been happy with him. Lando burned his the tension and confused mix of feelings in his session like his life depended on it. He went on to stream in his free time to check in on his friends, who seemed a bit confused on where his head had been lately. In the course of few days, life got back on track. Y/N slowly leaving his mind and he parting with it peacefully. Yet every was covered under a gray cloud of nothingness.

It was a simulator day for him. He was supposed be testing new configurations. Lando was never really good at simulators, it completely lacked the realness of it, so he had to push himself to stay professional and be a proper teammate.

"I'm just not sure about this breaking set up," he commented quietly, perhaps even more to himself than others after missing another turn. His engineer however picked up on it and started to get into super detailed explanation on why they wanted him to use this configuration and did not fail to mention how great it job it did for Oscar this morning. Lando simply nodded and did not bother to engage in eye contact. He was in no mood for this debate and kept staring at the screen. Just let it all flow by him. This engineer had been on the team for quite some time, so he did not hesitate to try and cheer him up.

"Come on, man. You can't just sit there. The car won't start if you don't go for it, you know?" he said as a joke. When Lando did not respond, he began to second guess his judgement. "Or we could just take a break, what ever suits you."

Lando took a deep breath. "No, you're right. I can't just sit here and do nothing." He turned to his engineer with a different more energetic look. "When I crash, we just start again next time, am I right?"

"That's my boy!"

//

Y/N woke up the next morning to suspiciously large amount of notifications on her Instagram account. Someone liked every single one of her pictures and few of those where she was tagged and commented on one of her selfies "nice". Curious to what this was about, she went and checked the profile out. The only thing present on it was a black and white photo with some random numbers and letters. Ok, so nothing. Just some random weirdo or a drunken joke of one the uni friends. Because for a single moment she allowed her intrusive thoughts in - and expected Lando's account to be the one liking it.

Contemplating breaking the rule and reaching out to him was the only thing occupying her yesterday's evening. But what good would that do, his account probably being run by some PR people who would dismiss it as just another fangirl trying her chances. She thought a photo might be more helpful, but it was just the same thing all over again. No, she missed her chance and it was time to start moving on.

Her usual morning brain fog breaking espresso at a coffee bar in the centre did it's job well. A lot of paragraphs she was due to write were waiting on her. Only one lecture in the afternoon. A nice calm day to spend in one of the libraries. She loved Bologna. Great food and ever-present history has cured many crushes through out the ages.

"also nice" -another notification from the same account. Y/N contemplated blocking it, but it just seemed rude, so she just silenced her phone.

When took her phone out to listen to some music on the way to her lecture, she had three more comment.

"very nice" -appeared under a photo from one of her dinner parties with the local students.

"why no smile?" -it was a selfie, so what?

"thought you were the smart one, but starting to doubt that" - written under a random photo of Bologna's stunning libraries. So what, she enjoyed aesthetics too.

The one comment questioning her brain capacity stuck in head whole the way to her lecture. What the fuck was that about. Why was anyone spending their time so uselessly. The only thing on that profile was picture with some JL043 mash of letters. She had more important things to do.

A loud ding of her comments notification interrupted the lecture in the middle of it. She gave an apologetic look to her already grumpy professor.

"check my followers"

She sighed. That's it, she'll have a look and then block this asshole out.

Her heart sank when she saw that the only account this one was following was the Japan Airlines. JL043. The Christmas flight.

Y/N has already left one lecture because of Lando this week, so she was not about to it for the second time. But she might have as well done that, seeing she would not have been able to repeat a single point from this lecture.

//

Lando was not a patient man. Especially not after he has decided on something. And he decided on contacting Y/N. With the newfound fire in his veins, another burner account was created - can't let her see he was following every single one of her friends, bit weird. Well, once you've started you might as well finish it. Lando was happy that he did not posses any serial killer tendencies.

He was also a cheeky boy, not about to make it easy for anyone. Had to be fun.

So he liked all her pictures and put few comments. When she did not respond immediately in the morning, he continued. And again, and again. In the later afternoon, Y/N's account followed his and smile on Lando's face followed after that.

A message appeared shortly after.

"Hey you..."

part 4

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Tagged all those who like to suffer: @prudyhoo @anuksunamon @sagestack @esquerkaren @ushygushybaby @ilove-tswizzle @thehufflepuffavenger1  @superlegend216

[halcyonfawn]

the meaning behind "face the raven" theme in "wild blue yonder" and more

a continuation of this post. i need to talk about this otherwise i'll explode.

some people have also said that this theme is playing in "last christmas" and "hell bent" (thank you for pointing that out, i'm going to die) which makes it all even worse (better). therefore, this post is, more or less, destined to turn into capaldi's era brainrot. but not all of it, i promise.

you've been warned.

first of all, allow me to refresh your memory. let's look into the context of the scenes where we heard this music theme before.

"last christmas"

according to series 8 official soundtrack, this theme is a part of "every christmas is last christmas" and is heard quite clearly two times. they're both important scenes for the doctor and clara.

too late.

a moment full of regrets and nostalgia. the doctor thinking he's lost clara again, wishing he would have come back sooner. clara reminicing her life without the doctor in it.

"so no one matched up to danny, eh?" "there was one other man, but that would never have worked out." "why not?" "he was impossible."

it is (heavily) implied that "one other man" is the doctor. does the doctor himself realise that she's talking about him? open for interpretation. but what this small exchange truly does is showing a game of saying something without actually saying it.

"can you really see no difference in me?" "clara oswald, you will never look any different to me."

yet another way of dancing around words. there's something special and touching about this last line. it is sort of a confession of unconditional love. but the word itself - love - is never spoken out loud.

then again, twelfth might be face blind.

second chances.

now, this scene is a complete opposite of the one mentioned above. it's full of hope, anticipation, happiness. a beginning of a new arc. he is given a second chance and he takes it. the doctor asks clara to run away with him once again. and she says "yes" without hesitation, takes his hand, kisses him on the cheek.

conclusion? these two scenes are focused entirely on the doctor and clara's relationship. it is there to show their strong connection, how much they mean to one another. utter devastation at the thought of their time ending and the absolute joy of reuniting after being separated. a chance at a happy ending. which also makes the music that plays on the background their theme.

"face the raven"

"every christmas is last christmas" is now turned into "face the raven" and is asocciated with clara's death. it also makes the previous name even more heartwrenching since last christmas was literally clara and doctor's last hurrah. we can hear this piece of music appear in two scenes as well.

clara's monologue about facing the raven.

"if danny pink can do it so can i. die right. die like i mean it, face the raven. maybe this is what i wanted. maybe this is it. maybe this is why i kept running. maybe this is why i kept taking all those stupid risks, kept pushing it."

she's accepting her fate and aknowleges her recklesness all the way throught the season 9. it was meant to be. there wasn't enough space for two doctors in the tardis.

"i let you get reckless" "why? why shouldn't i be reckless? you're reckless all the bloody time! why can't i be like you?" "clara, there's nothing special about me. i'm nothing but less breakable than you. i should've taken care of you."

this scene is also about how a human life can be so very short compared to the time lord's and how easily it can end. it's fragile. and it's the doctor's curse: bearing the pain of losing his loved ones.

clara meeting her fate.

as she approaches the raven, ever so brave, the doctor watches her. he hears clara scream, then witness her collapsing onto the ground. it is extremely painful, but this is, i repeat, the doctor's curse: watching his companions leave. there's no use in running away from that pain, it haunts him every step of the way.

"hell bent"

next time, "face the raven" theme can be heard during the memory wipe sequence. there is no name given for the background music in this particular moment, but it's quite obvious it represents loss and... letting go?

the doctor is about to make clara forget their time together (does that ring a bell, anyone?).

it is worth pointing out that the music becomes the loudest at the exact moment the doctor says:

"look how far i went for fear of losing you. this has to stop. one of us has to go."

it is the culmination of their relationship. companions that push each other to extremes. together they might destroy the whole universe in order to keep each other safe. there's no other way but to separate. they've formed such a strong connection than one is ought to forget the other.

even though at first the doctor is determined to wipe clara's memories, he then admits she is right: it is unfair to take away all that wonderful time they had from her. so he gives her a choice. or, more like, an offer to play a russian roulette. it's either you or me. i'm not going to press that button. we will do this together.

to summarise: all of these moments featured a strong connection between clara and the doctor. it also tells us a story about how hard it is to lose someone you care about deeply, especially for the doctor.

how is it all connected to the doctor and donna?

memory wipe

the doctor has to make donna and clara forget about him in order to keep them safe. expect that he doesn't give donna a choice, wiping her memory almost instantly, without saying a proper goodbye to her. obviously, he didn't have enough time to think of a better way to solve the problem since donna wouldn't have lasted long. however, it is still a decision he regrets making.

from "the star beast":

"i'm so glad you're back, donna. it killed me, it killed me, it killed me."

if we take a look at clara's situation, it's a bit different. i've already mentioned it above: at first, the doctor wants to do the same thing to clara that he did to donna. make her forget. expect, this time he is confronted for doing so (even threatened, at some point).

"these have been the best years of my life and they're mine."

i think this line triggers something in the doctor. because this is when he realises that this is not the right thing to do. not exactly. he'd already done it once and he regretted it. so this time, he offers a slightly different solution. someone still has to forget, but they'll press that button together. it's a mutual choice.

now, i know it's not entirely related to the dialogue in "wild blue yonder", but i think it's worth mentioning that donna and clara's stories are somewhat similar. i'm sure it's been said before, but it's still important.

donna's story was incomplete because she wasn't given a choice. now, that she remembers, 14th doctor makes sure their time together is worth-while. a second chance just like in "last christams".

too alike

another similarity between these two stories is that clara and donna are not entirely humans. not anymore.

donna's half timelord. even though her head is still not big enough to fit all the doctor's memories, she still has a part of the doctor in her.

clara's frozen in time, that makes her practically immortal. she risks her life, she reverses the polarity of the neuroblock, she gets her own tardis, she's even reffered to as "clara who" at the end of "hell bent". she has become the doctor in a sense.

but there can only be one doctor. so where's the story heading to at this point, i wonder? but we'll come back to this question later.

"but what really happened?"

before i say anything, it is obvious that the doctor's silence before and after he says "a lot" is him reminicing all that'd happened to him during the 11th, 12th and 13th reincarnations. all of the loss and pain he went through.

but why "face the raven" theme of all things? it could be a general theme of grief/nostalgia/painful memories, nothing else implied.

but please let me be delusional for a bit longer!

just as that scene in "hell bent" brought the doctor back to the moment he made donna forget him, could it be that bringing back his best friend's memories in a whole universe that "he absolutely loves", also reminded him of another important person in his life with similar story? just like "hell bent" mirrored "the journey's end", "wild blue younder" gave us a reference to "hell bent".

this is where we get back to the question about the current story direction.

foreshadowing?

donna's story is not over. and there are a lot of possibilities how it can end.

say, there is a connection to clara's story here, i wonder if that's where the plot's heading. in one of the trailers, the doctor does say "i'm not sure if i can save you this time" to donna. and it worries me. then again, maybe they're just tricking us into thinking something bad will happen (oh the drama).

i'd say it's unlikely donna's going to die because that would be absolutely devastating after just bringing her back. at the very least, the ending wouldn't be completely "happily ever after". perhaps, sacrifices will be made in order to prevent something truly horrible from happening.

why did this face come back?

in "the girl who died" twelfth doctor finally realises why he got his face. it is a call-back to "the fires of pompei" (don't even get me started on its being the episode with 10th and donna).

the message the doctor was giving to himself turned out to be:

"i'm the doctor and i save people!"

but what is 14th trying to tell himself?

i think it's about donna and more.

he's fixing his mistake of erasing her memories and depriving her of the right to remember amazing things that'd happened to her.

it's a reminder to actually tell people how much they mean to him. as we can see, 14th's more open with his feelings and constantly shows signs of affection towards his loved ones, even breaking the "never say i love you" rule.

it's about being honest and open with people because they deserve to hear it from him and he deserves to hear it back. because "things happen and then it's too late".

again, take 12th doctor, for instance. he constantly represses his feelings. but in my humble opinion, the reason why he's changed by season 10 was clara. she pulled him out of the dark place. and even though her death almost threw him back to that state again, he is still a better man by season 10.

but there were things left unsaid. love and care were always there but it was never said out loud. kind of the same thing happened with 13th.

i strongly believe that donna is that person for 14th. they're best friends who love each other deeply. and after the doctor lost her and got a second chance to fix everything, he does, he's being affectione. he's finally open with his feelings.

conslusion: why did you make us read all fo this?

to answer the question in the title: it's all tied with how memories are important and priceless, fixing past mistakes, moving on and learning to treasure every moment with people you care about like it's your last.

it can also be a foreshadowing for something terrible, but i choose to hope for the better.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

aaaand that is the end of my doctor who rant. thank you for getting this far, if you did!

my feelings about all of this can be described with this one meme:

[folklvrsworld]

a christmas reunion ♤

pairing: ex!harry james potter x wolfstar daughter!reader warnings: mentions of alcohol, slight cursing, weirdo cormac summary: reader gets invited to a christmas party reunion of hogwarts students by pansy parkinson, she didn't expect to find and rekindle with an old flame song: a nonsense christmas - sabrina carpenter

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Storage, check. Keys, check. Personal belongings, check. The only thing left was turning off the lights and then the bookshop would be officially closed for the holiday. I took a quick scan around the place to make sure I didn't forget anything, then my eyes landed on the letter on top of the register counter.

Ah, right. The invitation.

I sighed and walked towards the counter to grab the letter. I looked at the neat and all too familiar handwriting addressing the letter to my bookshop. Opening it again for the second time that day, I was met with the same message.

Dear, Y/N.

Hope you're having a wonderful Christmas time,  if you're not too busy tomorrow, I'm hosting a Christmas party down at the club.

It's reserved for Hogwarts students era '91 only, with some exceptions.

Would be happy if you could join, party starts at eight, ends whenever it ends.

Hoping to see you there!!

PS. the dresscode is everything and anything Christmas

From, Pansy Parkinson.

I knew that I wasn't going to go. After graduating from Hogwarts and opening my own bookshop, I haven't really spoken to any of my Hogwarts friends. With the exception of Pansy and Hermione (who sometimes come in to my bookshop). I have even lost contact with him.

Shoving the letter to my bag, I turned off the lights and walked out of the shop, before locking the door with the shop key. Snow immediately fell down and rested itself onto my hair, I walked to my car and drove home to my apartment in London.

I intended to relax and enjoy this Christmas eve by having some hot chocolate and watching classic Christmas movies in bed. Mid way through my movie and hot cocoa, my phone rang. When I saw the caller ID, I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N! Happy Christmas eve!" a familiar cheery voice from the other line called out, "Did you get my invitation?"

I chuckled, "Yes, Pansy. I got your invitation personally delivered by an owl coming into my shop this morning."

"Great, you're coming, right?"

"Uhmmm...." I paused the movie while waiting for her reaction.

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a Grinch."

I scoffed, "Excuse me? I am not anywhere near a Grinch, Pansy Parkinson. I am a very festive person."

"Then come to my party tomorrow! Wouldn't it be fun to have a little Hogwarts Christmas reunion?"

I sighed, "I don't know, Pans. It's been such a long time since we all saw each other. I'm 23 damn years old now, it's been quite some time."

"Woman! That's exactly why I'm hosting this reunion party—Merlin's beard, you never changed." she gave a chuckle.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I laughed.

She sighed, "Look, just give it some thought. Okay? You don't have to socialize if you don't want to, you can hangout with me."

"Mhm..." I say unconvinced, "Fine, I'll think about it. But I made no promises, alright?"

I can practically hear her smiling through the phone, "Okay, great! I'm counting on it. Anyway, have a great Christmas eve, bye!"

"You too, Pans." I hang up the phone and continued my movie without having any second thought about the party.

But as I tried to sleep that night, thoughts about the party went over my head. Should I go or should I not? Will I regret it after if I didn't go? I decided to sleep it off and make up my mind on Christmas morning.

The next day, I got up earlier to get into the Christmas spirit. I put on some music while I make myself some special breakfast, and when the doorbell rang, I open it to find a delivery man handing me a wrapped present. It was from my dads. The famously known Lupin-Black couple.

I quickly read the christmas card, tearing up at what my papa wrote and silently laughing at what my dad wrote. I really miss them, but I am coming back home for the new years. I put the card aside and opened the box to reveal a pair of beautiful snowflake dangly earrings.

They were absolutely beautiful, I love how they always know what to pick for me. I store them inside my jewelry box and made a mental note to thank them later. After I finished my breakfast and did all of my morning routine, a notification came from the online daily prophet.

Have a very Merry Christmas to all witches

and wizards everywhere!!

To make this day even more festive and fun, all

Hogwarts alumni from '91 are invited to

a Christmas party down at Amortentia.

Get ready to dress up, get drunk, and have a

blast from the past for a reunion!

I click on the notification to find more details about the party. Damn, Pansy really went all out for this. My mind hasn't made up on whether I should go or not, although deep down I knew it wouldn't be so bad to go.

Driven by temptation, I walk over to my closet and look through my very minimum collection of dresses. None of the dresses were Christmassy enough, till I caught my eye on an unopened dress.

It was a red fluffy dress with sparkles all over the fabric, it had a bow around the waist, with a puffy short sleeve to complete the look. I had never worn it before, but it did scream Christmas.

Standing in front of the mirror, I held up the dress to my body and looked at myself up and down. I would look good in it. After some considerable thought I decided that I'm going to that Christmas party. It's not like I'm going just to see if a certain someone is going to be there...

Around seven, I took a shower and got ready. I put on the dress and did my makeup. I wore those snowflake earrings my dads bought for me, did a little crown braid over my hair, and put on a pair of shoes.

Looking at myself once more, I grabbed my purse and wand, put on my big warm coat, then headed out the door. I wasn't going to spend any money on an uber car when I have my own, though I hated driving in the snow.

When I got there, I could already hear party music coming out from the building. A big LED sign that says "Amortentia", Pansy's own personal bar. After locking my car and taking off my coat, I walk towards the door which had a sign that says "Closed for private party."

As I open the door to enter, the bouncer stopped me and asked me for my invitation. Luckily, I had it with me in my purse. He made sure it was the right invitation and he let me in. Christmas party music immediately blasted in my ear as I stepped into the place.

The place was decorated for Christmas, for obvious reasons. I've personally never had been in Pansy's bar since she opened it, I would be lying if I say I wasn't impressed. The place had a huge dance floor and a big bar. A wave of magic energy flew through me, it feels good to be surrounded by wizards again.

"Merlin's beard, Y/N/N! So glad you decided to come!" I heard Pansy yell through the noisy crowd as she walks towards me with a glass of presumably firewhiskey in her hand.

"Hey, Pans. The place looks great! It's way bigger than I imagined." I smiled, "You look very pretty, by the way."

"Awe, thanks babe. Don't even get me started on how you look." she looked at me up and down, "Damn. Anyway, come with me."

Before I could even say anything, she was already dragging me while sipping on her drink. Not a second later, I was by the bar and saw Pansy's slytherin friends. Don't get me wrong, they're my friends as well, but it's been a long time since we ever said a word to each other.

"Look who I brought!" Pansy said in a sing-song voice to her friends, all of their eyes immediately went on me.

"Lupin-Black! Long time no see!" Theodore Nott greeted me with a smile, which I returned back.

Blaise Zabini gave me a fist bump and Draco Malfoy, didn't seem to change, just gave me a nod to indicate that he senses my presence. My anxious self slowly began to calm as I started to talk with them, casually looking around as well and seeing a bunch of familiar faces.

I couldn't help but feel the desperate need to catch a sight of a specific face, a face I knew I would recognize from far away. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't seem to find him. Pansy seemed to notice me glancing over my shoulder a few times, so she asked.

"Looking for someone?"

I was brought back to my senses and looked at her, "Hm? No, no one."

"Oh come on, really? You're giving me bullshit for my Christmas present?"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, but seriously—I'm not looking for anyone." I defended myself.

She sipped her glass, "Alright, if you say so. But just for your information, I did send an invitation to him. So there might be a chance he's here."

I raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes, "Stop pretending, Y/N/N. I know who you're looking for and you don't have to be ashamed to say that you're looking for Potter."

My eyes widened as I attempt to shut her up, "Shh! Are you mad?! Don't say that out loud or people might hear and think I'm obsessed with him or something."

"Aren't you...?" she asked lowly, I fought the urge to smack her across the face.

"Pansy. Please. I'm over him, besides he's with Ginny, isn't he?"

She shrugged, "I wouldn't be so sure of that."

The rest of the night surprisingly went very well. I eventually got brave enough to talk to some old friends and had fun on the dance floor with them, it felt good to reminisce on the feeling of having secret booze parties at Hogwarts. It also felt good to drink firewhiskey again.

When I was sitting at one of the couches in the corner, resting my feet from dancing and walking around, I felt an uncomfortable presence beside me. I had a guess on who it might be before even looking at the person.

"Merry Christmas! It's Y/N, right? Hufflepuff? It's been a while, you look hot now." the person said.

I mentally rolled my eyes, "Uhm...yeah."

"You remember me, right? Cormac Mclaggen." he introduced himself, I simply nodded my head.

He scooched himself a bit closer to him, swinging his hand behind so he could touch my shoulder. I avoided his gaze as much as I could. Dear Merlin, get me out of this place.

"Say, what are you doing tonight? Want to maybe come by my place?" he said with a very forced seductive voice.

I held in a breath, "Uhm....I'm good, Cormac."

"I could maybe buy you a drink?" this man would never give up until I agree on something to do with him, would he. 

To my surprise, a voice called out from behind me. A familiar voice, "Sorry, she's here with me."

Cormac seemed to be taken aback, he inched away from me before then walking away like nothing happened. I sighed and stood up to face the person who saved me, "Thanks for that.."

He smiled and nodded his head, "No problem. Can't believe Parkinson invited him to the party, but I guess she invited everyone with no exceptions."

I couldn't help but take a good look at him. He had grown a few inches taller since I last saw him, his brown fluffy hair stayed the same, his body had gotten more fit too. But the thing that mesmerized me the most were his eyes. Those green beautiful eyes. Same as ever.

"How are you, Harry?"

"I've been doing well. I mean—yeah, being head auror isn't an easy job, I almost get zero hours of sleep everyday. But hey, it's the holidays, and I'm surviving" he laughed.

God, I miss him. A lot.

"What about you? I heard that your bookshop's the best in London. I wouldn't be surprised about that, truthfully."

I chuckled, "That might be a little overreacting. But I'm doing really good as well. But I feel the most happy tonight, it's been a while since I'm surrounded by my kind of people."

"I'm surrounded by them everyday. But it's been a while since I saw you." he looked at me and I swear my heart plummeted down to my feet.

Harry and I had a thing back then, it went from third year until the fifth. He was my best friend first, I got along with him and Ron and Hermione really well. He was my first kiss and my first time, but we never addressed our relationship. In other words, our relationship was messy.

It was never clear what we were supposed to be, more like a 'friends with benefits' type of thing, that's why it just kind of fell apart at sixth year. He had a thing for Ginny and started dating her, leaving me heartbroken, but not really surprised.

But seeing him now, looking as good as ever, made me rethink about what we were back then. Making me feel like I wanted him again. But I pushed that thought aside.

He's with someone. You can't do this, it's Christmas.

"I was watching you all night, you here with anyone?" he asked. He was watching me all night?

"No, no one. I even didn't want to go in the first place, but Pansy convinced me. I'm not with anyone, or seeing anyone, for that matter. Just—by myself is all."

Why does it feel like I'm trying to make it super extra fucking clear  that I'm not in a relationship or even as close to seeing anyone? He wouldn't care for that...would he?

"Oh...I see." he said, I could somehow see his body relaxing a bit after hearing my answer.

"What about you? Last time I heard you and Ginny are engaged?" I took an unnoticed gulp.

He chuckled at that, "Oh no, you're way behind on the news. We broke it off a long time ago. It wasn't working. We kept arguing and bringing the worst out of each other."

Oh. He's single.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, I was really happy when I heard about the engagement. I thought you two would've already been married by now.."

He shrugged, "Thinking back now I think I was a little rushed, I'm not ready to be married just yet. Not when I've not gotten the right one." he looked straight at me with a warm smile that managed to make my heart go 'badump'.

"Anyway, what are we both doing here when we could dance while drinking firewhiskey." he broke off the tension, "Dance with me?"

He stretched out his hand and bowed down a bit, smirking up at me and waiting for me to take his hand. What a dork. I laughed and took his hand then he lead me to the dance floor. While we were dancing, he got us both a glass that floated itself to our hands.

I ended up spending the rest of the party with him. Dancing, drinking, laughing, telling stories, everything. It felt like we were both fifteen year olds again, too nervous to label our relationship, but knowing how we felt towards each other deep down.

"How are Sirius and Remus, by the way? Haven't seen them in a very long time." he asked while the party slowly started to die down.

"They're very well. I plan to go home for the new years, you could join me if you'd like." I widened my eyes a few seconds after realizing what I had said, I think the drunkness is slowly getting to me.

"I mean not like....you know. I mean you said you haven't seen them in a long time, so I thought maybe if you would...I don't know—"

He bursts out laughing at how I panicked, "Hey, relax! I wasn't thinking anything like that. I would love to join you, message me about the date and stuff. It'll be fun."

He conjured a piece of paper and a pen then wrote something on it then giving it to me, "Here's my number."

I took it and stared at it, realizing that I indeed did not have his number ever since I got a phone. I smiled and nodded at him, putting the paper in my purse. After another hour, we decided that it was enough partying. So we walked around to try and find Pansy to inform her that we were heading out.

"Y/N/N, there you are! I was looking all over for—oh...I see." Pansy said once we found her, smirking at the both of us, "Had fun?"

"Yeah, the party was a lot of fun. Thanks, Pans. We're going to head out now, I can't have any more drinks or I can't go home." I chuckled.

She continued smirking at us, "Uh huh. Stay safe you two, drive home safely."

After that, we both head on out and was met with the quiet cold air instead of the loud party music once again. I was freezing cold, I shouldn't have put my coat in the car. Harry seemed to notice as he started to take off his own coat.

"Here, wear this." he wrapped his coat around my body and stood there as if he's not freezing to death.

"What about you? I have my own coat, it's just in my car." I said but he just shook his head.

"It's alright, just bring it back to me when we go to your dads for the new years. I'm not that cold anyways."

I chuckled and held onto the coat tighter, "Thank you, Harry. Really. Thank you for hanging out with me at the party as well."

He smiled, "No worries. Truthfully, I wanted to talk to you ever since you stepped in. I saw when you just arrived, but I didn't say anything."

He paused for a few seconds and gulped before continuing, "I just wanted to say that you look extremely pretty tonight. You've always looked pretty, honestly. And uhm...I'm really glad I got to see you again tonight."

I tried so hard not to blush, but it probably wouldn't even show because my cheek and nose were already red from the cold, "I'm really glad I got to see you too, Harry."

We then said goodbye to each other and started to walk our separate ways to our own cars, but then he took my hand and turned me around before giving me a light kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry, couldn't let you leave without doing that." he said quietly.

I stood there, shocked. Smiling shyly and didn't do anything but nod my head slowly, "Alright, bye for now...Get home safe." he said as he walked away and waved.

I kept staring at him until I saw him apparate. I touched my cheek and couldn't help but smile widely. I don't know what in Merlins name just happened but whatever it is, I'm glad I came to this Christmas reunion party.

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 27: ~

No Hard Feelings:

And, here we are, the final chapter for season 1. Yes. You read that right. There will be a season 2, but it won't begin until after Christmas. Until then, I have another announcement and I'll be focusing on my own project as well.

I also want to thank everyone who's been following this story, and hopefully will continue to do so going forward.

The glow from the fire pit greeted Suze and Rennick. Caz waved them over as Trots and Simon began to serve everyone. Suze headed for her husband and took her spot on the steps. Rennick awkwardly sat between Gibbo and Roy, unable to look them in the eye. He wanted to be with Suze. In just ten minutes, she had become a source of comfort for him. Letting out all his feelings and washing away his 'King' façade, which was both a blessing and a curse, because now he was just Davey Rennick. But, who was Davey Rennick?

Gibbo handed him a bowl of casserole, which he took with a quiet 'thank you.' He could feel everyone's eyes on him. Soon, they all took their seats around the firepit. Small chatter filled the air. Rennick stared at his food. He didn't have the appetite. One last thing weighed on his mind. Now, it was his turn to be brave.

'I know,' everyone stopped and turned. They saw the anxiety in Rennick's eyes. Too late to go back now. 'I've been more than a shit manager to all of you. And, what I did has caused us all to be here. Because of me, you lot,' referring to the infected. 'Will never be the same again, and I can't fix that. You all had to deal with who I was for so long, and, looking back, I'm surprised you didn't throw me overboard.' An empty joke no one laughed at, but Rennick made another empty chuckle. It was his way of finding strength. 'And I'm sorry you had to deal with who I was for so long. I just...' A sigh. 'I dunno. Turned into something you all had to see.' He paused to catch his breath. 'I don't want to be that man anymore, but I don't know where to start. And-'

'And we want to apologise.'

Rennick flinched when he felt someone touch the top of his head. It was Gibbo. That surprised Rennick. He thought Gibbo would never speak to him again. The last time he did, he split his cheek and brow open.

'...F-For what?'

'For not supporting you. You got us here, and we never thanked you for it.'

'No. You don't need to-'

'We're also sorry for not noticing how you've been feeling,' Brodie interrupted. 'We're in this together, and we should have seen what you're going through.'

Rennick was stunned. He glanced to Gibbo, then to everyone else. He didn't understand. He saw their kind eyes, causing his to widen. No one's looked at him like that in a long time. He didn't know what to say.

'Ah, King Rennick,' Roy hummed, breaking the silence. 'Well, if he's officially gone, then...' He moved to grab a beer, opening and handing it to Rennick. 'I'm happy to finally meet you.'

He accepted with a small yet genuine smile. 'Let's hope this one isn't a prick, eh?' They tapped the bottom of their bottles together before taking a swig. Still weaker than piss. The robin flew and perched on Rennick's arm, softening his eyes. Everyone noticed, and seeing their manager smile, whilst different, was nice to see.

'Okay then, Davey, tell us a bit about yourself?' Trots smirked.

'What?'

'Oh God,' Caz snickered under his breath.

'We do it with anyone who joins the friend group.'

It took Rennick a moment to realise what they were saying, and he just laughed. Yet again, it was different but nice to see.

'So, we know you like to laugh,' Trots joked. 'Good to know.'

'Oh, and what about you, Campbell?'

'He's trained in ballroom dancing,' Simon answered without hesitation, causing Trots to snap his head to his lover and nudge him in the arm. Everyone except O'Connor, Mary, Gibbo, and Irene was shocked. They knew he was into classical music from the 40s, but he never told anyone that he swayed around on the dance floor.

'And you never told us,' O'Connor teased, causing Trots' face to go red, who now realised he's been played at his own game.

'So, you do have a personality outside of a Union,' Gibbo continued.

'Come on,' Addair encouraged, putting on a terrible Scottish Accent. 'Do a little jig.' For once, everyone agreed with him.

'Okay, next!' Trots yelled a little too loudly, making Simon laugh, earning another small nudge. 'You're on the naughty list,' he whispered.

'Oh, you tease,' Simon whispered back, before sneaking in a small kiss on the cheek.

'Well, actually...' Raffs got to his feet and went inside the house. Rennick didn't expect anything and just thought the young lad was going to get more drinks. Until he returned with a dart board in his hands. 'We'd like to know if you can play?'

For some reason, that got Rennick to laugh again. He didn't know where it came from. Was it nerves? Maybe. But, the man was happy, and his smile grew wider.'Got any darts?'

The crew and their families had learned three things about Davey Rennick.

One; He loved to laugh. Sometimes, it fell into a mischievous giggle, which was rather infectious.

Two: He adored the bird. A tendril was always stroking the top of the robin's head, and she didn't seem to mind. Roy, however, had a feeling he was an animal lover. The food he always gave him would quickly vanish with a clean plate, knife and fork, and seagulls loved to perch around his office.

Three: He was really good at darts, beating Brodie's score with flying colours, causing everyone to cheer and hug him. Something else for Rennick to be surprised by, freezing up his body and just allowing it to happen. His mind wandered back to the final night on the rig, when Caz confessed what he did to Billy. Although he wasn't there, he completely understood Caz's feelings and the high spirits everyone felt. It then flashed to when Brodie won the darts. Again, he understood the feeling. How wonderful it was. No wonder he was jealous. Thankfully, it wasn't a mosh pit, but he, too, had to hold back his tears again.

'Alright, get off. I need another beer.' That wasn't going to be so easy. Muir, just like he did with Brodie and Caz, lifted the man up above his head as if he was holding a cat under their arms. Rennick yelped in surprise before begging to be put down. Wish granted. He moved away from his crewmates, who were now setting the dart board up for another round, because Brodie wasn't losing his title after working so hard to get it.

With a content sigh, Rennick sat near to the firepit and watched from afar. The robin landed on his nose. A beer came into his peripheral vision. He turned. It was Caz. Rennick accepted whilst the leccy pulled reposition a chair and sat beside him.

'Thanks.'

'Nae bother.' They tapped the bottles together and took a swig. 'I see Suze got through to you.'

'Aye. You chose her well.'

'Nah. She chose me, and I nearly fucked it up.' Caz felt Rennick wrap a tendril around his shoulder for support. 'But, I think we're back on track now.' He then noticed the robin still resting. 'What's her name?'

'Still debating on that.' They watched the bird fly and nestle on the crown of his head. 'But...' Rennick didn't have any personal memories of her, but the name was fitting. 'I like the name Ruby.'

'Ruby it is then.' Another tap of their beer bottles. 'See, Rennick?'

'What?'

'Does this mean we're okay, like? No hard feelings?'

Rennick was quiet for a moment. He looked at Caz. Deep down, he expected some feelings to bubble to the surface. The hatred and anger he felt when he read the letter. That feeling of betrayal from someone he did respect. His blood boiling. How he wanted to give the leccy the same treatment he gave Billy during their 'meeting.' How he wanted to crush every bone in his body when he chased him throughout Administration. But, none of that happened. Not even the pain from transforming entered his mind. The man was content. Finally at peace. The pair turned back to watch the darts game.

'Aye. No hard feelings.'

[imnotjaesblog]

Close The Door Behind You

Starring: Na Jaemin

Featuring: Lee Jeno

Genre: Brothers Best Friend to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Oral (F.receiving & M.). Jaemin pulls your arms back.

Sorry if it’s cringe it took some time to write and it’s been a while.

Quick Summary- Jeno is your strict older brother who has banded Jaemin from dating you, let alone looking at you. But one night you both can’t take it anymore. All the tension has finally exploded, but you have to be careful. God forbid Jeno hears.

Warnings: Cursing

Words: 5K

MINORS DO NOT READ!

Enjoy :)

For years you had grown beside Jaemin. You officially met when he attended your fifth birthday party. You informally met earlier that year at your brother's eighth birthday party. Jeno had a small party with only a few friends. Your mother made sure that day you would be away from the party, she assumed you wouldn't enjoy being the youngest one there. So she took you to one of Jeno's friends' houses to play with his sister.

You and Mark's sister didn't click. She wanted to roll around in the dirt and mud outside. You instead showed up in a floral dress with your tea set. You had laid out every plastic cup and the pink pot onto a blanket outside where her mother tended to their garden. His sister ran over and through a worm into the water you pretended was tea. You got upset and tackled her to the ground.

You came home early that day, mid-way through the party where you saw all of Jeno's older friends. You ignored most of them just wanting to take a bath. The dirt on your skin was starting to dry and became uncomfortable. That was until you saw Jaemin exit the bathroom. He was much taller than you ( an inch at the time) and much older than you. He was a third grader like your brother. You had stopped when you saw him, frozen in place. Your tea set began to slip from your tiny fingers.

No words came to mind, not a single sentence. For the first time you had seen a boy who wasn't icky or gross. He didn't smell or have dirty shoes. He had soft features and a warm smile. You felt your entire face heat up. You couldn't yet understand why it made you feel so warm inside.

As you stared at Jaemin the tea set slipped from your hands and fell onto the ground creating a loud thud. Everyone looked your way including Jeno who huffed annoyed you showed up and made your presence known. Even if it was an accident.

Some of the kids giggled and the others went back to whatever party game they were playing. You sighed pouting your lip as you bent down to clean up your mess. As you placed each tea cup in the box you saw another one lift that you didn't touch. You looked up confused but your features soften when you saw Jaemin placing a pink cup into the plastic box.

"Your Jeno's sister right?" he asked politely big brown eyes looking into yours. You nodded no words forming in your head. He chuckled placing more cups into your tea box. "I'm Jaemin his best friend. We go to school together," he said placing the final cup into the box. “Really?" was the first word you uttered to him. He nodded dusting off his hands and standing back up. "Uh-huh. You're in Kingdergartion with Mark's baby sister," he said with a smile pointing over at Mark who was more than occupied playing Uno. You frowned turning away from Jaemin.

"I'm not a baby," you pouted placing a single arm on your hip. Jaemin couldn't help but chuckle. You looked so cute pouting with your upset features that reminded him of a doll. His chuckling annoyed you, so you decided to stomp away into the bathroom where you waited for your mother.

Since that day Jaemin and Jeno only grew closer and you had grown beside them. Jaemin had come to every family vacation and party. He came to your house on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Him and Jeno had to take you trick r treating on Halloween, every year. He even dressed up as your prince one year, and Jeno dressed as the dragon.

Now being twenty-three years old you had grown out of princesses and tea parties. You lived in New York where you went to school leaving Jaemin in the past. You hadn't seen him since he graduated High school three years before you did. He started college as well and that’s truly when you stopped seeing him. Life seemed to move on for the both of you. Last you had seen when you visited home two years ago Jaemin was off traveling with a few of his friends, including Jeno. As well as a girl who he had brought over for Thanksgiving your senior year. You weren’t to happy about it at the time but got over it.

Now in your second year of school you decided it was time to settle into an apartment. You decided to invite Jeno and a couple of friends over to see your place. You also wanted to use them for free labor.

Your place was comfortable. You had a nice view of Central park and the train station wasn't too far from you. You had enough room for at least three people to live in and a kitchen big enough to host a dinner party. Your parents were truly blessed in life and had past it down to you.

You were finishing up the final details for the small housewarming when the doorbell rang. You checked the peephole seeing Jeno. You opened the door with a wide smile on your face and launched onto your brother causing him to fumble back. He held you with a surprised expression on his face that turned into a smile. "I missed you so much," you said into his chest. He still smelled the same, masculine but fresh. You inhaled his scent not wanting to let go of your brother.

“I missed you too," he said squeezing you stunned expression shifting to joy. Seven years ago the two of you would have been fighting to take a photo together. The time spent apart really changed things for the two of you.

You released your brother at the sound of footsteps. You looked to your left seeing Jaemin. Who looked much older, more mature. He had grown into his features. His lips were plumper, his body filled out and he definitely grew in height. His chest is firm and his body is lean. He was starting to look less like a boy and more like a man. You stared at him in awe but only for a brief moment to not seem creepy. It was only cute when you were a child.

He smiled and engulfed you in his arms leaving you not a second to process his unexpected arrival. He squeezed you tightly letting out a groan from the lack of air. He didn’t mind it though. He had missed you just as much as you missed him.

“Jaemin what are you doing here?" You asked letting go of him. His arms were still wrapped around your waist and your hands placed themselves on his firm chest. He smiled looking deeply into your eyes.

“Jeno told me you finally got a place and that you were having a little party. So you know I had to show up for my girl," he said giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

Jaemin always called you his girl but it was never because he liked you. It was because he had literally seen you since you were a baby. You were like his little sister. So when Jeno cleared his throat from behind causing your smile to fade Jaemin thought the over-protectiveness at this moment was unnecessary.

He let you go and went to Jeno's side helping to bring the food they brought inside. You followed them with a slight frown on your face. You will only ever be a little girl in his eyes. A sweet, innocent little girl, his sister who he practically helped raised when he was so much more to you.

The party continued into the night. Your friends and a few of Jeno's mingled enjoying the atmosphere. You decided to take a small break from the party and escape to the roof.

You stepped onto the roof as the sun began to set. Crossing your arms over your chest you walked closer to the ledge getting a much nicer view of the fading sun just over the trees of the park. You heard the door open and then close behind you. You could hear footsteps drawing closer and closer until the figure stood beside you. You looked over seeing Jaemin who threw you a smile, you did the same. "What are you thinking about?" he asked nudging his arm into yours. You scoffed holding back a smile. "I'm not thinking," you protested. He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. Like I don't know who you are," he said stepping away from your side to walk around you. "Like I haven't raised you," he said standing to your right. You cocked a brow. "Raised me? I only saw you during special events," you teased. He chuckled head falling with his hair. "I recall many unspecial moments when I saw you," he said causing you to chuckle beside him at the memories.

"But seriously what's on your mind?" he asked again. You sighed looking away from him and at the view of the sun that was inches away from being hidden by the clouds. Being on the roof mixed with the soon full darkness of the sky created a cool and breezy setting. You enjoyed the fresh air taking one last inhale then sighing.

"I don't know. I guess I'm kind of tired of my brother," you began gaining Jaemin's attention even more. "How come?" he asked eyes focused on you while yours faced the sun. "I don't like that he always treats me like a child. I'm twenty-three years old and my brother who lives in another country still hounds over my life. He still tells me what I can and can't do. Like now when you hugged me. You're his best friend, basically, his brother and it was killing him inside seeing how you hugged me for just a little too long in his eyes," you said trying to get your point across. A slight pout left your lips that you didn't mean to show. It caused Jaemin to start chuckling after he noticed it. "What?" you asked confused by his reaction. Nothing about this was funny, at least to you.

"I haven't seen you do that in a while," he said with a smirk on his lips. "Do what?" you asked genuinely confused which made your bottom lip puff out. "That right there," he said pointing to your plush lip. "You always pout when you're annoyed or upset, you've done it since you were little," he said a smile creeping up on his lips.

“Whatever,” you said turning away from him. You walked closer to the black railing that protected you from falling off the roof. You sighed letting your hands dangle off the railing. Jaemin after all this time still occupied your mind. He stood by your side leaning on the iron rail. “What else are you thinking about?” He asked refusing to let this go. You couldn’t tell him what else ran through your mind. You’d freak him out completely. He wouldn’t talk to you anymore, he would avoid you for the simple fact that you were like his annoying little sister. “Y/n if I’m overstepping let me know,” he began clearing his throat. “But can I be honest with you?” He asked.

You nodded, “Of course, you can,” you said eyes barely meeting his. You kept your gaze on the card that drove by on the busy street. Jaemin sighed turning to face your direction. He took a small step closer to you. “I know I always tell you that you like my sister. I tell you all the times that I feel like I raised you. But if I’m being honest, and this seems like the only chance I’ll have to be completely honest being that we’re alone,” he joked avoiding the point. Your leg tapped slightly impatiently.

He huffed rubbing his eyes with his hand then letting it fall. “Since your graduation all that changed for me,” he said a serious tone taking his voice. You slightly turned to meet his eyes now intrigued with his confessions. ��What do you mean?” You asked.

“You for the first time looked like a grown woman. You didn’t look like the same little girl who I took trick r treating and dressed up as her knight,” he smiled. “The same girl who I let practice makeup on me when she was twelve,” his smile grew brighter. “You were a grown woman. You were never my sister. You were the woman I loved,” he said stepping closer to you. His confession hit hard, straight to your mind and your heart. The warm feeling he gave you flowed throughout your body like a river. Then it started to fade. He had loved you. Loved? What happened?

“Loved?” You asked looking into his big eyes. “Love,” he responded stepping closer and placing a hand on the railing right next to your side blocking the view you had. His arm guarding your body and his frame standing tall above you. “Love,” he said leaning down inches away from your lips. His lips hovered over yours. You feel the faint breath that is released from them. Stepping closer you leaned in only to be pulled apart when the roof door busted open.

Jeno came walking with a worried expression on his face. “There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you,” he said coming to your side and completely ignoring Jaemin. “It’s been two hours since your disappearance,” he said raising his voice slightly. “I was starting to get worried. This is a big city!” He complained. You chuckled rubbing his shoulders. “I’m fine. Besides, I know my way around here better than all of you,” you joked stepping away from the railing. Jaemin followed which made Jeno pause.

“What were you two doing up here?” He asked. Jaemin stumbled over his words thinking of some excuse to say to avoid saying what Jeno almost saw. “We were talking,” you said confidently. It wasn’t a lie before he tried to kiss you, you both were talking. Jeno nodded his head looking at the two of you before turning away and letting you walk ahead of him.

———

Once the party was over Jeno and Jaemin had remained behind to help you clean up. Once you all had emptied the trash and wiped down the counter, wash the dishes, and set up the apartment the way it was before Jeno and Jaemin went to grab their coats.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you said to Jeno a small whine leaving your lips. He chuckled wrapping you in his embrace. He held you there for a moment kissing your forehead then let you go. He turned to Jaemin. “I’m gonna start the car,” he said walking out your front door. Jaemin nodded in acknowledgment. He turned back to you letting out a sigh, hands in his pocket.

“I feel like if I say anything else tonight I won’t be able to stop,” he began. “So,” he said stepping forehead and placing a sweet tender peck under your ear close to your cheek. “Goodnight,” he said walking towards the door. You were still surprised by his action. But the alert on your phone broke your trance.

A warning of heavy rain, likely to cause a flood appeared. You widened your eyes running down to get your brother and his friend before they got stuck. You ran down the steps of your apartment complex seeing Jaemin step into the passenger seat. Once the door shut you ran straight to the car tapping on the window. Jaemin rolled down his window sticking his head out confused. Jeno leaned over with the same expression.

“What happened?” Jeno asked you. “There’s a flood warning you shouldn’t drive. Come back upstairs,” you said attempting to catch your breath. Jeno scoffed shaking his head. “We’ll be fine. If I leave now we can make it-“

“No,” you shook your head. You didn’t want either of them to get caught in the flood and possibly get hurt. “Please Jeno just this once listen to me,” you said with pleading eyes. Jeno looked at Jaemin who was quiet the entire time. Jaemin shrugged, he didn’t mind staying at your place. Jeno sighed turning off his car and removing his seatbelt. Jaemin did the same both of them stepping out of the car and following you to the elevator.

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“One of you can sleep in the guest room and the other can take the couch,” you said now dressed in much more comfortable clothes. The boys had removed their shoes and coats but were still dressed in dresses and nice dress shirts. Jeno made his way to the guest bedroom leaving Jaemin on the couch. You chuckled at his childish behavior. Jeno ran to the spare bedroom calling dibs before he took off. Jaemin chuckled not really minding the space on the couch. You brought him some pillows and a blanket. Raindrops pattered on the window. Loud thunder crashed outside. You glanced at the window for a brief moment. The moonlight shined into your apartment. Raindrops covered the glass, new drops replacing the old. You could see from below water filling up on the streets. It looked about ankle deep but you weren’t entirely sure from how high up you were. “Y/n,” you heard Jaemin’s voice. You turned to him with a soft smile. You were starting to feel more comfortable around him. “Yes?” You asked walking closer to him. He sat on the couch with a gruff. You sat on the coffee table across from him crossing one leg over the other. Jaemin smiled eyes staring into yours. “What?” You asked feeling like his eyes targeted you as their resting place.

“You look very beautiful,” he complimented sincerely. You felt your body warm up. Hand covering your mouth to hide your smile. Jaemin lifted his hand up to remove your hand from your mouth. He placed it above your thigh, his hand above yours.

“Don’t hide,” he said eyes following yours that dance around looking for a place far from his to land. “I want to keep looking at you. You have a beautiful smile,” he said cheeks rising.

“Thank you,” is all you could say. He made you feel nervous but not in an uncomfortable way. The kind of nerves you get from having your first boyfriend or having your first kiss. They were nerves of anxiety that boiled in your stomach. They were nerves of excitement and anticipation. At this point you knew he liked you, you knew he wanted you. He even tried to kiss you outside. You couldn’t wait to see what he did next.

“I’m glad you agree,” he said lifting your hand to his lips. He placed a soft loving kiss on your knuckles. You smiled but pulled your hand away.

“Why are you saying these things? Aren’t you scared of my brother?” You asked. Jaemin sighed sitting back. You were worried you killed the mood until he spoke.

“I’m terrified of what he’ll do if he could read my mind. But I’m thankful he can’t. Besides if I kiss you or if you let me touch you when he’s not around,” his hand found his way back to your thigh slowly inching forward. “Then what is there to be afraid of?” He worded it like a question but there was no answer.

“Would you like to see my room?” You asked him. It was an odd question. He went from telling you a silent confession and you responded with a room tour. But the question ran deeper than anyone thought. When you were young Jeno had set an unwritten rule between you and Jaemin. He was never allowed in your room. Jaemin knew what the question really was and nodded taking your hand and following behind you.

You brought him to your bedroom his hand in yours. You stepped inside first letting your hand slip from his. The rain continued to fall outside pattering on your window. Your room was dark the only source of light coming from the moon and nearby buildings. You brushed Jaemin’s chest with your body to flick on your lamp. The dimly lit lamp created a warm glow in your bedroom. Jaemin looked around taking in the atmosphere. A part of him felt a sense of nostalgia being in your bedroom, even if it wasn’t the one you grew up in.

“Jaemin,” you called. You started to walk over to where you stood. But you halted his movement with your hand. He stopped slight worry on his face. We’re you already gonna kick him out? “Yes?” He asked feet meeting together as he stood straighter. “Close the door behind you,” you said using your index finger to motion to the open bedroom door. He chuckled turning around hair bouncing as he moved. He closed the door. “Lock it too,” you said confidently. The lock clicked and he turned back to you.

“I really like your room. It’s very you-“

You had dropped the book in your hand the minute the door clicked and marched straight for Jaemin. Feeling a wave of confidence flood your body. With every step you took, you felt freedom and worry. Even now Jeno was in a part of your mind. The reason your conscience had a voice. That was part of the thrill of it as well. Getting caught by Jeno, since there wasn’t much he could do anyway.

Pulling his shirt down your lips attached themselves to his. You pulled him closer a hunger forming in the pit of your stomach. Your hand slid up the back of his neck gripping his black locks. He groaned into your mouth wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands found the small of your back. Sliding down to pull your waist closer to him. You both pulled away to take a breath. Chest rising touching one another when both of your chests rose up. Through pants, Jaemin spoke just above a whisper.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for that," he looked into your eyes. Big eyes that you swear were twinkling. You smiled pulling back into a kiss. It was less passionate soft and tender. When you kissed him your hands touched the sides of his face and he remained on the small of your back. They didn’t explore each other's bodies they just relaxed. When you pulled apart his eyes were still closed. His lips were pursed and lashed dusting his flushed cheeks.

“I’ve been wanting so much more,” you said feeling the confidence in your body go straight to your head. Jaemin tilted his hand confused. You grabbed him and pushed him onto your bed. He bounced up forming a smirk on his lips. He laid further back as you approached him getting comfortable on your bed. He leaned only his head and arms up just to get a better view of you. He assumed you would crawl onto his lap. But instead when you walked over you stopped in between his legs.

You bent down on your knees keeping your eyes locked with his. He gulped sensing a change in the mood. Your hands rubbed up and down his jean-covered thighs. Inching closer and closer to his length. You palmed him over his jeans. He hissed hardening underneath your touch. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he told you from above. You shook your head hands finding his zipper. You pulled down the metal item slowly pulling down his pants. “I want to you,” you said back honestly.

He picked up his ass to make it easier for you to pull down his jeans. When they reached his ankles you completely removed them and threw them away. “What if your brother comes?” He asked you. You shrugged palming him above his boxers using him to groan when he felt your hand squeeze him. “Let him find us. It’s part of the thrill,” you said. Jaemin smirked poking the inside of his mouth with his tongue. You leaned forward rubbing your hands and nose on his clothed cock. Jaemin couldn’t but back his smile. His fantasy was finally coming true.

He wanted you in so many ways. He wanted to be your best friend, your boyfriend, your husband if you let him one day, and your lover. Now his hopes became to rise at the very idea he could have all those things with him.

But at this moment in time, you are his lover. You thought of a bright idea. You licked your lips taking his clothed dick between your teeth. Biting on it causes Jaemin to groan a little too loud. He leaned forward raising his entire body. His chest already raising up and down. “Did you just bite me?” He asked eyes wide. You sat back on your heels. You nodded Innocently. “Do it again,” he said.

You leaned forward biting his length. Causing his hands to slide down the back of your hand. After some time your hands reached the hem of his underwear pulling it down his body watching his cock spring out. It was angry and red. Standing tall precum glistened on his dick. You spit onto your hand. Taking his dick and jerking it. He shuddered under your touch silently begging you to put him in your mouth. You increased your speed loving the reaction you got from his body every time you slowed down.

“Y/n please,” he whined. You leaned your body forward too half resting on his spread thighs. You spit onto his dick pressing a small kiss at the tip followed by a couple of licks. “Fuck,” he cursed shifting around. His cock twitched in your hand precum leaking from the top. You engulfed his cock in your mouth causing Jaemin’s body to shudder. He let out a low groan to make sure Jeno couldn’t hear him.

“Fuck princess our taking me so good,” he said groan head falling back. He continued his praises until he came into your mouth. He immediately lifted you up throwing you on your bed. You both giggled cheeks feeling like they were on absolute fire. You removed your own top in a slight rush throwing it to the side while Jaemin focused on your blue shorts. He undid the string dragging the shorts down your legs. You removed your own bra throwing it to the side where it landed next to your shirt. Jaemin kissed and sucked on your thighs feeling and molding the plush skin. Your hand ran through his dark locks as he sucked your clit over your clothed pussy.

Your eyes shut for a moment. The friction you received helped in the slightest to find any source of release. The pleasure he was giving you made you forget about how loud you weren’t supposed to be. You let out a high moan when he pulled your panties to the side and sucked on your clit. Jaemin’s used his hand, sliding it up your body and covering your mouth. When your muffles became too loud he halted his movements. He smirked starting to pull your panties down your waist.

“Princess if you don’t want Jeno to know you have to keep quiet,” he said looking into your eyes from below. Once he successfully pulled off your black panties he molded them into a ball and stuffed it inside your mouth. “I want to hear you, baby, I do. But for now, I have to fuck you in silence. Can you do that?” He asked the lust in his voice causing it to drop an octave. You nodded understandingly bringing your naked body upwards so your pussy could meet his bare cock. You rubbed against him causing him to sigh out in pleasure. He looked down seeing your pussy lips suck him.

He grabbed hold of his dick dragging it to your clit meeting your speed and pussy every time. Adding pressing you yelped into your panties when you felt his tip press hard on your clit. You let out muffled moans through the black panties in your mouth. Drool forms at the sides of your lips. “How do you want me?” He asked looking into your highs. His eyes were half open getting drunk off the taste and feel of your wet pussy that dripped onto the sheets. At this point Jaemin was so lost in you he bend down and lick every inch of your pussy sucking you dry, Including tasting whatever you leave on your bed. You picked up your hand removing the panties from your lips causing Jaemin’s brow to raise.

“No condom,” you said holding onto his biceps and squeezing them whenever his tip met your clit. He looked surprised for a moment. “You sure?” You placed the panties back in your mouth nodding yes. “Yes,” you said through muffles. Jaemin pulled back dragging his cock in circles around your clit while his finger found its way to your hole. He slid inside preparing you with his finger. He added another curling them inside you added enough pressure to squeeze your thighs together around his forearm.

You moaned against the panties feeling yourself getting closer to cumming. You tighten around Jaemin’s fingers walls pulsing. You felt the knot in your stomach. Your high was so close you could taste it. Jaemin knew so he pulled out causing you to whine. He shushed you and aligned his cock at your entrance slowly slipping inside you. He inched himself in feeling your velvet walls clench around him. He held onto your waist for support, you sucked him up so well.

“Fuck princess you feel so good,” he praised slipping deeper inside you until he fully rested himself in you. He gave you a minute to adjust letting you take charge of the speed. When you tapped his arm and squeeze the muscle he began to move. He was slow at first hips meeting yours until you squeeze around him telling him to speed up. His speed increased fucking into you much harder and faster. You brought yourself up to your elbows watching as he disappeared inside you. Your head fell back panties slipping from your lips. Muffled moans that could be heard clearly through the small spaces of the pantie scared Jaemin.

He pulled you forward from behind your neck stuffing the panties into your mouth. He left his two fingers there allowing you to suck on them. From this angle, he was hitting even deeper inside you. Causing your head to fall back in a daze.

He pulled you forward eyes forced to meet his. “Keep your eyes on me, princess. Do good for Na Na okay?” He said with a smirk. His whole body flexed as he fucked you. Sweat seeped down over every outline on his torso. His biceps flexed harder glistening in the dim lighting. It felt like fucking him after what he’d looked like from the gym. Hair stuck to his forehead and lips glistening from what could only be you.

He held onto you pounding hard inside you, lips caught between your teeth. You wanted to scream from how good he bad you feel but couldn’t. A part of you didn’t even care about Jeno finding out. A part of you wanted him to know, it would be the biggest fuck off you could give him. You absolutely loved your brother but you were an adult now and it was starting to really get out of hand. The controlling needs to end and it starts with you fucking his best friend.

Jaemin flipped you over turning you around and fucking you from behind. He messily spread around your cheeks watching with an open mouth as he disappeared inside you causing him to let out a series of low groans. He pushed your head into your pillow holding your arms behind your back as he pounded into you. The panties slipped from your lips. Jaemin picked them up removing them completely. He pushed your head back into the pillow. You let out loud moans intentionally into the pillow that could still be heard.

“You have to be quiet princess, what if Jeno hears?” He cooed. “So what if he does?“ you responded back causing the man to smirk. He slipped out flipping you onto your bed. He held onto your hips gripping onto the flesh. Your back arched off the mattress feeling your high draw closer and closer. The knot in your stomach formed as you squeezed tightly around Jaemin. He brought his thumb to your clit circling it quickly as watched your mouth fall open and brows furrow in pleasure.

“Fuck Jaemin Im so close,” you moaned catching your lip between your teeth. He grabbed onto your jaw forcing you to look at him. Orbs staring into each other getting lost in the feeling and touching you clenched around him hard feeling your cum coat his dick. Jaemin groaned out loud for the first time echoing in your room. You could see the sun coming up from behind him shining on his bare back and over his shoulders onto your face.

“Good job princess,” he praised thrust becoming even more messy. His brows furrowed feeling himself getting closer to cumming. “Come on baby, come on Na cum in me,” you pleaded helping him get closer to his high. He groaned a couple more curses flexing his hips in you for the final time.

“Come in me,” you moaned. He flexed again painting your insides white. Just as you Botha started to slowly come down from your highs there was a knock on your bedroom door.

You both quickly got dressed. You put on your shorts and your big T-shirt and you fixed up your hair. Jaemin hid away by the side of your bed. You opened the door slowly rubbing your eyes and letting out a yawn. “Good morning to you too,” you said to Jeno who smiled. He didn’t step inside your room just stood at the door holding a bag in his hand.

“Good morning. The rain cleared a while ago so I ordered some breakfast,” he said fully clothed just missing his shoes. You nodded accepting the brown bag from his hand. “Thank you,” you said taking the bag in your hand. “I ate mine already so it’s just yours and his in the bag,” you nodded placing the bag on your nightstand. “I’m gonna take off now leave you to your morning,” he said rather politely which made your brows raise. He was never this nice, especially in the morning.

“Jaemin!” He called causing your heart to skip a beat. “Jaemin I know you in here,” he said looking towards your bed. Jamein slowly stood up coming from around the bed shirtless bit dressed in his dress pants. “Jeno I’m sorry I know you said not-“

Jeno waved his hand. “I don’t care,” he said causing you both to look at one another stunned then back at Jeno.

“You don’t?” You asked. He shook his head with a smile. “I’ve known Jaemin my whole life. He’s a good guy and I can tell he really cares about you. If there’s any guy out there that I’d want you to date it would be him,” he said looking over at Jaemin who just smiled.

You however weren't exactly pleased with this. “So if it were anyone else-“

“I’d probably rip their head off,” he said with a smile. You nodded walking over to hug him. “Yeah exactly,” you said in his arms. “Are you coming back with me?” Jeno asked Jaemin. He looked over at him and you. When he looked at you he shook his head. “I’ll stay for a bit if it’s okay with Y/n,” he said.

“It’s more than okay,” you replied. Jeno let you go saying goodbye again and then finally took off.

“Close the door behind you!” You yelled and nodded throwing a thumbs up in return. Once Jeno left, you ran to Jaemin, who caught you in his arms. “I say we eat and then we head back to bed, maybe relax for a bit then I can...” Jaemin said placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

You nodded drawing closer to his lips. “We can do that,” you said, closing the gap between you.

Fin

Man this one took some time. I’ve started working while writing this and I also caught a cold so that’s my excuse for it taking to long lol. I hope once everything slows down I can be back to writing again. Until then I hope you enjoyed this, I tried hard to make it really good lol.

See you soon ;)

[sarafinamk]

Fallen Angel (Reader Insert) Incorrect Quotes Part 3

The Smiling Critters Space Riders Au and the character "Z" belongs to @onyxonline

If you haven't checked out the Fallen Angel (Reader Insert) series, you can check it out here. The reader will be referred to as both (Y/n) and Archangel. Enjoy!

Warning: Cursing

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Bobby: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Archangel: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

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Crafty: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance?

Z: No.

Archangel: No.

Crafty: Didn't think so.

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Archangel: I've invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...

Hoppy, nodding: Knife Monopoly.

Archangel: I was actually going to play Russian Roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

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Archangel: I found a note in one of my old logs that said Note to self: Get revenge on Captain Dogday.

Archangel: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for.

Archangel: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it.

Dogday: Hmm... I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either.

Archangel: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though.

Dogday: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it.

Archangel: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

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Archangel: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

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Poppy: Your archangel was in a fight.

Dogday: Oh no, that's terrible!

Catnap: Did they win?

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Dogday: Did Z just tell me he loved me for the first time?

Archangel: Yeah, he did.

Dogday: And did I just do finger guns back?

Archangel: Yeah, you did.

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Archangel, watching Hoppy do something stupid: Kickin, you're officially only the second highest risk here...

Kickin: Hell yeah! I'm gonna-

Archangel: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

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Archangel: How do ethical philosophers feel about murder?

Bubba: Well, it's frowned upon.

Archangel: Okay, but what if the reason you want to murder someone is to make your life easier?

Archangel: That's okay, right?

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Bobby: And now for a gay update with Captain Dogday and Z.

Dogday: Getting gayer.

Bobby: Thank you, Captain.

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Bubba to Archangel: We call that a traumatic experience.

Bubba, turning to Catnap: Not a "bruh moment."

Bubba, turning to Kickin: Not "sadge."

Bubba, turning to Hoppy: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO."

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Archangel: Why do you look like that, Captain?

Dogday, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Archangel: Like you're dead.

Dogday: It's because I'm dying. Leave me here to perish.

Catnap: Dogday accidentally called Z "babe" in front of everyone today.

Dogday: *sobs into the floor*

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Archangel: What's this?

Bobby, hugging Archangel: Affection!

Archangel: Disgusting.

Archangel:... Do it again.

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Kickin: You know, (Y/n), when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Archangel: ...

Archangel: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns?

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*One of the many, MANY fights before the events of Fallen Angel*

Dogday: You tricked me!

Archangel: I deceived you. 'Trick' makes it sound like we have a friendly relationship.

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Archangel: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Dogday: (Y/n), no.

Hoppy and Catnap: Mistlefoe.

Dogday: Please stop encouraging them.

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Archangel: I have a plan.

Dogday: No murder!

Archangel: ...

Dogday: ...

Archangel: I no longer have a plan.

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Archangel: If I die, you can have what little I own.

Bobby: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die?

Archangel: My unending existence is fueled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full.

Bobby:

Bubba, sighing: Let me call your therapist again.

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Archangel: I'm bored, any suggestions?

Catnap: Sleeping is nice.

Archangel: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I'm deciding to ignore it.

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Hoppy: You think you're smarter than everyone else.

Bubba: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.

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Kickin: So, I MEANT to say: "Oh crap, I left my phone my car," but what I ALMOST said was "Oh no, I left my cone in my phar," and damn, wouldn't that have been embarrassing, but I caught myself, and what I ACTUALLY said was:

Kickin: "Ah, my fart cone."

Kickin: So, anyway...

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Archangel: I know you don't have to listen to me...

Z: Glad we agree on something.

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Dogday: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Archangel: You mean literally or figuratively?

Dogday: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

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Dogday: (Y/n), I am questioning your sanity...

Hoppy: I never questioned it. I knew their sanity was missing from the start.

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Catnap: Why is Hoppy rolling on the floor laughing? And what happened to Kickin's head?

Archangel, sighing: Kickin was about to hit his head on the door frame, so I told him to duck and he quacked at me.

Archangel: And then he hit his head.

Catnap: *wheezes*

[24hlevi]

— strawberries & cigarettes

claire redfield (resident evil) x gn!reader

summary: how it would be dating claire

warnings: language

— first of all, claire would be the best girlfriend ever, no doubt about it

— she probably asked you out first and the one to make things official between you two

— she uses strawberry chapstick and kisses you every time after she puts it on knowing how much you like it

— a fucking tease is what she is with anything involving you getting flustered because of her, will literally nudge you like “awe what? can't say anything anymore? you were so confident a second ago” with a smirk on her face

— that being said, if you were to get her flustered in any sort of way she would push you away (affectionately) and try to act like she isn't bright red in the face over what you did or said

— claire pretends like she hates matching couple items but bought you guys rings and necklaces for an anniversary or christmas

— on the topic of holidays, claire is a mess when it comes to picking out gifts for you, but whatever she gets you in the end she feels you’ll like, and you always do! she just over thinks a lot about it

— she loves every gift you give her also, and will hold them close to her and genuinely cherish each one even if it's just something small

— chris likely had a long talk with you before you and claire became official with him threatening you to not do anything to her which she just pushed him aside and told you not to worry about him as he glared at you

— claire will insist on driving you everywhere strictly to show off her motorcycle, also because she likes having your arms around her, she won't ever admit that though but it's true

— claire can cook a little bit, not big extravagant meals or anything but enough for variety and to keep you two alive, she never makes breakfast though because she is always sleeping in

— in private, claire loves cuddling with you whether it be on the couch or in bed it doesn't matter, her arms are wrapped around you and legs entangled with one another

— in public, claire is okay with PDA but keeps it to a minimum, she will hold your hand and give light pecks for kisses but nothing more or she will get embarrassed

— claire doesn't like fancy restaurants or anything like that, so for anniversaries she would much rather do something fun than just a nice dinner that you guys can hardly afford, plus she doesn't have that nice of clothes for those occasions

— at first she isn't the best at reassuring you if you're upset about something but as time progresses she gets better at it and will suggest to get food or watch a movie to get your mind off it

— if you guys ever have an argument she's very vocal while it's happening but is quiet afterwards, and she's likely the one to go to you first and admit she was wrong and you were right, it takes a lot of effort though

— sometimes she will just come up behind you and start kissing your neck, wrapping her arms around you and muttering about how much she loves you

— claire remembers pretty much everything you tell her, there are small things she forgets every now and then but otherwise she remembers

— if claire could sleep in all the time she would, unfortunately for you she doesn't let go of her grip until she wakes up so you are stuck in bed with her likely hours after you've woken up

— claire adores surprise kisses, whether she's giving them or receiving them she loves it all the same

— she's great with kids, so if you have a younger sibling they probably love her but she kinda sucks at watching her cursing so you will have to tell her about that otherwise she's great with kids

— after the bullshit of racoon city she went through, there are random intimate moments where she expresses how grateful she is for you still being here for her and that nothing bad happened to you during that time

— those times would probably be the only times claire cries in front of you, she doesn't cry a lot, but thinking that it could've gone so wrong in that one day is enough for her to start tearing up

— claire does love you a lot, and she shows it in all the possible ways she can, she may come with some trauma, but she loves you more than anything else

[cameronprincess]

The One With The Wedding

Word Count: 1,000+

Warnings: Smut and Cursing

January 2020

Gabriella looked at herself in the full length mirror the hotel had provided her in the luxurious suite.

Her older cousin, Katherine was finally getting married today. She's already had her fair share of tears the past week they've been in The Dominican Republic where the wedding was being held.

She turned around and looked at the off the shoulder bridesmaid cream dress and cringed a little at her tattoo sticking out like a sore thumb.

"I really hope my aunt isn’t too upset about this." She thought to herself.

She continued to examine her outfit and makeup until she felt a familiar pair of hands on her waist stopping her mid spin.

"You look so beautiful Ella." Luke's voice softly whispered to her as they stared at their reflections in the mirror.

"You don't look too bad yourself. You clean up nicely." She turned around in his arms and pecked his lips. They've officially got a label on their relationship as of 2 months ago. Even though only their families and his bandmates know.  Everyone else on the internet has been too busy to even notice. They just think they’re really good friends.

Spending New Years and Christmas together was everything to Gabriella.

Even though his fans appreciate her for new Luke content she posts whenever she uploads her monthly photo dumps on Instagram.

She invited him to her cousin’s wedding as her plus one. One to sort of hard launch her relationship to distant family members and two so her aunts can stop asking her if and when she's going to get a boyfriend and start popping out kids.

"What the fuck are you staring at you weirdo." She asked as he had this dumb struck blank stare on his face.

"What? I can't stare at my sexy girlfriend? Who obviously wants to send me to an early grave." He whined slightly as his hands ran over her chest.

She smirked a little knowing what he was talking about. The dress had weird lines on it whenever she wore a bra so she decided to go braless.

"I dunno what you're talking about." She stated, feigning innocence as she over to the vanity to pretend fix her hair with Luke groaning behind her. 

"Are you sure you're ready to meet all of my family at this wedding? They go on party much all night.” She asked.

"If I can handle my life touring for 5 years straight, I can handle anything." He confidently said.

She got up wordlessly and fixed his crooked tie and straightened out his tuxedo.

"It's now or never then rockstar."

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Luke and Gabriella walked into the makeshift chapel as she greeted everyone from her family to some of the grooms family. The amount of hands shes shaken has her concerned.

Luke found Gabriella’s mom, Mia and sat down with her as she stood at the alter with the rest of the bridesmaids.

Gabriella zoned off for a while somewhere during the vows until she blinked a couple times to see Luke nodding off as her mother rubbed his shoulder affectionally trying to keep the blonde awake.

"Ella go it’s your turn." One of the bridesmaids tapped her shoulder. She was too busy looking at Luke and her mom to notice it was her turn to leave the chapel.

"Oops my bad." She quickly walked down the aisle, quickly linking her arm with the best man as they made it down the steps to the beachfront where they'd all be taking pictures.

Katherine finally arrived as Gabriella ran up to her newly married cousin. "Oh my gosh!! You're like married now." She gushed.

"I know right. I'm surprised your dad and mine aren’t loosing their shit right now." Katherine giggled.

The sun was setting creating beautiful pink and orange hues for pictures. Gabriella took some with just Katherine, some with her family, some with the wedding party, and of course some with Luke.

Their poses ranged from one with them back to back with finger guns to the classic one where he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close.

She watched him as he changed his phone background from a picture of Gabriella and Petunia to one they just took.

“Who’s that cause she’s really hot.”

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After pictures it was finally time for the reception.

Gabriella and Luke sat with her family as Luke helped her 6 year old cousin, Hailey color in her coloring book. All while Gabriella talked with her mother.

"So Luke, I heard from Ella here that your band is working on an album right now" Her mother questioned him.

"Yes, we're actually almost done. It should be out in late March of this year." He smiled proudly and took a sip of his tequila while continuing to color with Hailey.

"Oh my sweetie that sounds amazing! You have got to let us know when the official date is. I’ll stream it or whatever you kids do nowadays.” Mia told him as Gabriella raised her eyes from her baked potato that she was stuffing her face with.

" Auntie Gabby. The food isn't going anywhere." Hailey grimaced.

"Sorry, I'm just really hungry." She said, quite embarrassed.

Luke and Hailey were whispering about something between the two as Gabriella looked up.

“Mommy,” Hailey tugged on her mom, Ana’s sleeve. “Can I get ice cream now??” She pulled her best puppy eyes.

Ana sighed and looked at Luke. “Could you take her??”

He nodded and got up so he could hold onto her hand and led her to the ice cream machine.

Gabriella looked at the two and smiled at Luke being so gentle with her niece.

“He obviously makes you happy darling.” Mia’s voice interrupted her daydream.

She flinched a little bit. “Mom, we’re just starting in our relationship. We just moved past the awkward sleepovers stage last night.” She groaned a little, remembering how uncomfortable she slept in worry that she would snore and disturb his sleep.

“The eyes never lie. Have you seen the way he looks at you or even the way you look at him?”

“Ok ma.” She said as the two arrived back at the table with ice cream.

“I got you some vanilla, since they didn’t have any mint chocolate chip.” Luke said as he placed the dessert in front of her face.

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Soon enough the reception was over as Luke carried Gabriella bridal style to their shared hotel room. Their light giggles from Luke almost dropping her for the 3rd time rang through the hall.

Once they reached the room he sat her down on the floor softly. Once on the ground she went to a beeline to the mirror so she could take the dress off without getting makeup on it. Only thing is, she couldn’t get the zipper off.

She huffed in annoyance and knocked on the bathroom door. He opened the door, revealing him without a shirt.

“Could you unbutton my dress. I don’t wanna get makeup all over it.” She turned her back to him.

He fiddled with the button until he tapped her shoulder. “You’re all good now.”

She let the dress pool around her ankles as she hung it up on the hanger, He turned her around towards him swaying them slightly.

“Was your first wedding with your girlfriend just as you expected?” She asked him.

“It was better than I expected.” He responded.

They stood like this for a while until Luke’s lips crashed against hers. She let out a surprised squeal but melted into his touch. Their kiss was slow and passionate. All they wanted was to be close with one another.

He started kissing down her neck leaving little love-bites on her neck that she’ll definitely have to cover up with makeup in the morning.

He hoisted her up and gently laid her on their shared hotel bed. He kissed down every tattoo and birthmark until he squatted down.

He was face to face with her pink lace panties that she got from Victoria’s Secret a couple weeks ago.

“You rip these, you be on the hunt for a new girlfriend. They were expensive. ” She warned him.

He quirked an eyebrow at her, “You really wanna say that as soon as I’m about to eat you out.”

Gabriella rolled her eyes and went to say another remark until she felt his thumb on the outside her panties her and rubbed her clit through it. She let out a soft moan at this action.

“May I?” Luke asked her, toying with the ribbon. She nodded earnestly.

She jutted her hips up so he could slide her panties down her slim legs. He situated himself in front of her glistening core.

“Aw who caused all this lovie?” Luke asked. He continued to kiss her flower tattoo on her hip until he placed soft kisses on the insides of her thighs.

“You did Lu,” She groaned gripping onto his blond curls tightly.

“Damn right I did.”

“Luke..” She mindlessly cried, jutting her hips in his face.

“What baby? You gotta be more vocal than this.” He teased his pointer finger against her folds. “Whadda want? My mouth, fingers, both?”

“Both please I’m begging you.” She gripped his curls pulling him closer to her heat for some sort of relief.

She let out a gasp of pleasure when Luke finally sucked her clit lightly.

Her breathing picked up as she sat up on her elbows to look at Luke, already looking at her through hooded eyes, as he ate her out like it was his last meal. His nose brushing against her clit everytime he shook his head slightly.

It’s probably the hottest thing she’s ever seen in her life.

“That feel good pretty girl?” He asked her huskily.

“Oh my y-yes.” She sobbed in pleasure.

He sticks his longest finger in her dripping heat as she lets out a groan at the action. “Fuck your so tight.”

Gabriella felt her orgasm creeping up as she tightly gripped his blonde curls in her hand.

“Oh fuck Luke. I’m gonna cum.” She panted as he curled his finger in her, hitting her sweet spot and continued his assault on her clit.

“I know. I know. C’mon lovie.” He encouraged.

Her orgasm hit her like a train. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She moaned out, possibly knowing that the people next door could know what they’re doing she just didn’t care in that moment.

Luke chuckled more so to himself as he licked her clean with his mouth as he knew she was gonna need a minute to come down from her high.

He got up from his knees ignoring the loud crack in his and laid his head on top of Gabriella’s chest as she was looking down at him with adoration.

“I’ve ever had an orgasm that good before, even with my vibrator and that thing is hell.” She wrapped her legs around his back.

“Good. Because you taste fucking delicious. I could be in between your legs all day.” He said before his breathing evened out and he fell asleep, her doing the same.

[div-divington]

things Remedy could definitely sell in their Official Merch Store that would undoubtedly make them A Sum of Money (a very serious and extremely cost-friendly non-exhaustive list):

- Black mug with the Federal Bureau of Control's seal on it (either the simple, clean, modern all-white version or the full coloured version)

- plushies of The Former. they're cute and i like them.

- mini-fridge that looks like AI10-KE (the Arctic Queen)

- literally just normal stationary with FBC imagery attached. Lemme buy Pope's clipboard.

- Oceanview Motel & Casino keychain

- Inverted Black Pyramid keychain

- Replica posters for all the fun little posters in the Oldest House (Do as you're told! Don't eat the Mold!)

- Get a real actual wizard to curse a buncha rubber duckies so they actually follow buyers around and quack at them (may not be profitable depending on wizard rates)

- The hairclip Jesse gets when she finishes the base game

- just. That poster Ahti has on his office door. Of himself.

- Tiny Little Hotline

- hoodie with Bureau seal on it

- small high-detail statues of Jesse and other characters (Emily, Arish, Langston, Marshall, idk) in action poses (or just dynamic poses)

- a vinyl record featuring literally nothing but Langston's freestyle poetry/rap from AWE on loop (on both sides) (cover art should be a low-res PNG of Langston with 2013 MLG sunglasses Photoshopped poorly onto him and "Langston's Greatest Hits" written in hot pink Comic sans font)

There are also a buncha Alan Wake options too:

- Life-sized cutout of Alan complete with book-holding shelf

- book sleeves so you can dress any unrelated book up as a litany of Alan's literary wonders

- Oh Deer Diner mug

- More of those thermoses (I will eradicate the scalpers that bought them all within literally seconds of them being made available)

- all the Manuscript pages from all the Alan Wake games (including the tiny amount we hear him narrate in AWE) in either an FBC "CLASSIFIED" folder or a dirty envelope

- real gun

- any and all posters from any and all AW games. Like the ones advertising Tom Zane's movies, or the ones telling you to celebrate Deerfest or the ones telling you to visit Coffee World

- plushie of Mayor Setter :)

- plushie of the Coffee World mascot (make it do the terrifying laugh when you squeeze its hand too)

- Barry Wheeler desk statue where the headlamp and Christmas lights light up

- "Not The Worst Mom" mug (PLEASE)

- deer masks

- anatomically accurate Taken-Nightingale statue with removable heart (show me the terror)

- just a framed print out of Alex Casey giving us the Look he always does

- Dr. Hartman's "The Creator's Dilemma" book sleeve so we can bask in his smug smile

- official Alan Wake branded flashlights

- Saga's sweater/sweaters?

- for $3000 Sam Lake just personally shows up at your house and sends you to the Dark Place

feel free to add more

[alyssalenko]

Jingle Bells

Marlo tries to help Harry regain the Christmas Spirit he lost in his divorce with some sexy Christmas lingerie and some jingle bells...AO3

Marlo collapsed beside Harry on the sofa after she finished putting the star on top of the tree, Harry smiling as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and drew her against his side, kissing the top of her head. It was their first official Christmas together as a couple, and tomorrow everyone would be together, but for now it was just the two of them able to make the most of their time together. A fire crackled merrily in the hearth, and between it and the twinkling lights on the tree, the room had the coziest atmosphere. Marlo snuggled into him, her head on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat, reminding her that they were both here and alive.

“What's your favorite Christmas tradition?” She asked, resting her head on his chest as she curled her legs up underneath her body and traced patterns on his pec with her fingers.

“My mother actually used to have all of us--me and my cousins, aunts and uncles, as well as her and my father–gather in the kitchen to make different treats from cookies to candies to hot chocolate. Just a nice way to have the family all together.”

“That's really sweet. Mom and dad always let D and I open one gift on Christmas eve--we were impatient as children and it kind of blossomed into tradition from there.” Marlo chuckled at the memory, Harry rubbing his hand up and down her arm as he pressed his cheek to her hair.

“Since the divorce, I haven't really done anything for the holidays.”

Marlo frowned and sat up--his ex-wife had really done a number on him and she hated it; he deserved so much better. “I think it's time we change that, combine both of our traditions and start getting back your Christmas Spirit. I need to get your first present ready, so I can't join you in the kitchen, is that all right?”

He nodded, the two of them extricating themselves from each other, Marlo heading into their bedroom and Harry heading into the kitchen. She'd been looking for an excuse and a way to change into the Christmas themed lingerie she'd secretly bought to seduce him with. Helping him get back his Christmas spirit was just a bonus. Marlo checked her reflection in the mirror as she placed a Santa hat on her head and tied a spring of mistletoe into the bow at her waist before she made her way over to the tree and arranged herself underneath it--Harry's one Christmas Eve present to open. After a moment's deliberation, she grabbed a candy cane off the tree, peeling the plastic down and sticking it in her mouth; a naughty idea forming in her head.

Harry nearly dropped both mugs of hot chocolate as he rounded the corner from the kitchen when he saw what was waiting for him. Marlo was lounging back on her elbows under the Christmas tree, a candy cane in her mouth, a Santa hat on her head, red gloves with white trim by her elbow and knee high black boots with gold buckles on her feet. Red poinsettias covered her nipples, red and green jingle bells dangling from them in front of discs that he realized said ‘Santa’s Slut’ as he got closer. She had a black satin ribbon wrapped around her stomach, a clump of mistletoe wound into the bow in front of her belly button, pointing at her red thong tied with white puffballs at her hips, the words ‘so nice, Santa came twice’, emblazoned in white lettering across the red fabric. He would have laughed if he wasn't so goddamned horny at the sight of her–if this was how she embraced the Christmas spirit, he was in for a very long season, indeed, but he was absolutely looking forward to it.

"Jesus Christ, Marlo." Harry growled, setting the mugs on the coffee table and running one hand through his hair as he cursed under his breath, a bulge tenting the front of his slacks as he reached down and adjusted himself in his pants. "You're going to give me a heart attack."

Marlo took the candy cane from her mouth and covered it back up with it's wrapping, grinning as she ran a hand over her bare hip and up her side, flicking the jingle bells dangling from her nipples, a pleasant chime tinkling in the air. She smirked as she bit her lip, Harry stepping closer and kneeling on the floor in front of where she lounged under the Christmas tree. Teasing fingers trailed along her leg, Harry pulling the zipper of one of her boots down slowly and pressing his lips to every inch of skin he exposed, before doing the same to the other side. He kissed his way from her ankles to her knees, Marlo biting her lip as he moved to her inner thigh, close to where she wanted his attention the most. Harry met her eyes as he placed a kiss to her clit through the fabric–the rules of mistletoe quite clear--before his forefinger and thumb closed around the ends of the dark ribbon wrapped around her torso, watching as the satin and the sprig fell away--she was the perfect present; his own little Christmas treat. His fingers closed around her ankles and he gave her a tug, pulling her out from under the tree as he trailed kisses up her stomach and along her jaw, Marlo gasping in surprise and draping one leg around his hips. She trailed one hand along his jawline, as the other one disappeared between them, a very specific destination in mind.

"I hope not; that'd certainly put a damper on the things I had arranged for you tonight. I was planning to do so many filthy things to you…but if you're not–” She smirked, hand stroking his erection through his pants. “-- up for it…”

Harry's lips on hers silenced the rest of her sentence–and here he'd thought she only made doctor puns. He rocked his hips against hers, the bells jingling faintly with the motion. He caught her hand in his as she reached for him, pressing a kiss to the inside of her elbow as he worked the white-trimmed red velvet glove down her arm, Marlo sighing in contentment as he turned his attention to the other glove. His lips teased the inside of her wrist and her fingertips, the gentleness with which he was handling her, despite the hard bulge rubbing against her core, nearly undid her. A low growl rose from his throat as she shimmied her hips, rolling them against his cock in invitation. Marlo locked her ankles behind him, bringing his erection flush up against her, Harry chucking darkly and thrusting forward a couple times for good measure making the bells jingle–he was going to remember this moment every time he heard bells from now on. He unhooked her legs from around his waist and inched backwards, gentle hands wrapping around her knees, parting her legs and opening her to him. He reached between them, her breath hitching as his thumb brushed her clit through the fabric of her underwear before he slipped his hand underneath the fabric and drew a finger through her dripping folds, making her writhe in pleasure, already so wound up and he'd barely touched her.

"Harry…" She breathed, as he dipped one finger inside her, her hips jerking towards his hand, the jingle bells on her nipple clamps tinkling again.

Her hand groped along the coffee table as he teased her mercilessly, fingers closing around the candy cane she'd had before and offering it to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I think you aren't as good as these imply.” He whispered huskily as he pulled the crotch of her thong to the side, adding a second finger and pumping them in and out of her, drawing a moan from her throat and another chime from those damn bells.

“Lies and slander.” Marlo laughed breathlessly, hips stuttering as his fingers retreated from inside her and leaving her bereft.

His fingers grasped the candy cane by the curve at the end, unwrapping it and bringing the candy to his mouth, sliding the length of it through his lips from one end to the other. Marlo bit her lower lip as Harry rolled the peppermint candy through her folds, sliding it up and down through her arousal pooled there, in lieu of his finger. The steady rhythm of the candy cane rubbing up and down against her clit halted, a small growl of indignation escaping her lips. He spun the peppermint stick in his grip, easing the candy cane inside her to the crook and drawing it back out of her at the same pace his fingers had just set, both of them watching as it went from white with red stripes to pink and sticky.

Her eyes fell closed on a moan, chest heaving as Harry replaced the candy cane with his mouth. The tip of his tongue traced her slit, wet with her arousal and faintly tasting of mint. Marlo canted her hips invitingly, begging for him to devour her...and he intended to do just that. He plunged his tongue inside her, making her back arch and bells jingle, his name almost a chant on her lips as he closed his mouth over her dripping pussy and sucked hard, tongue flicking at her clit. When he sucked the little nub between his lips and tugged it gently, she came apart at the seams.

He caught her eye from his position between her legs, her breathing ragged as she came down from the high of her orgasm, Harry placing a teasing kiss to the tattoo on her hip bone, before kissing his way back up her body. Heat and desire lurked behind his eyes...he wanted— needed —to be inside her, to feel her walls stretching and shifting around his cock. His hands went to the button of his slacks as he loomed up over her as his lips found hers in a hungry kiss, tongue teasing hers when it slipped between her parted lips. He pushed his pants off his hips, freeing his throbbing erection as he widened the gap of her thighs with his hips, rubbing his cock up and down along her folds coating himself in her wetness. He paused before slowly entering her, letting her feel every inch of him as he filled her to the hilt.

He thrust forward. Once. Twice. Her insides stretched to accommodate him as he fucked her, the rhythm of his hips erratic and the bells tinkling with every move they made. Harry interlaced his fingers with hers and brought her hand to his lips, the tenderness of the gesture tugging at her heartstrings, as he rocked his erection against the roll of her hips. His hands ghosted over her breasts, the nipple clamps magnifying his every touch. He flicked one of the bells, letting the chime resonate for a few seconds before brushing his thumb over one of the poinsettias, a whimper of pleasure escaping past her lips. His touches were frantic, the need hitting him like a tidal wave as he thrust forward again the tension inside him climbing higher, a shiver racking his body. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Harry thrust harder, deeper, as he reached between them to tease her. Marlo moaned, head falling back, walls closing tightly around his shaft and dragging his orgasm from him on a shuddering breath. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply, taking a moment to catch his breath and gaze at her lovingly, his finger circling her clit slowly.

He rocked his hips once more, the friction sending Marlo over the edge of ecstasy to join him in mindless oblivion.

“Are you feeling a little more festive?” Marlo panted, trying to catch her breath.

“I may need a little more convincing, though I think we can do without the jingle bells this time.”

“I find your lack of cheer disturbing.” She giggled, leaning up and placing a kiss to his shoulder.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Au contraire–this little sexcapade was just what I needed. But you don't need me getting horny every time a bell rings because I can't help but remember this.”

“I don't know. I think that's exactly what I want. Now, Santa, I think we need to go again. You have a quota to meet.” Marlo giggled, pointing to the twice in ‘so nice, Santa came twice’ on her underwear and making Harry chuckle as he rolled onto his back and lowered her onto his already hard again erection.

At this point he'd have to reheat the hot chocolate he'd made, but it was worth it–and for now he had some more Christmas spirit to regain with her by his side every step of the way.

[synergysilhouette]

Reimagining a Disney musical about "The Snow Queen"

I know what you're thinking, and you're NOT seeing double; I've already done rewrites for "Frozen" and "Frozen 2," but for this post, I'm gonna do my own idea for a Disney musical based on the Snow Queen. I did let some aspects of the film (both concept and official) inspire me, as well as the Christmas special--which felt unnecessary, but I guess not if I'm using it! Lemme know your thoughts. (Note: I do like the idea of this happening in a Northern European country like "Frozen." It's one of the few times we get a specific region in their Euopean-inspired fantasy realms. I haven't really nailed down where, but I just used Danish names here. Have NOT nailed down a time period, though; I'm thinking 16th or 17th century, in contrast to the 19th century of "Frozen.")

Plot

"Every December, wicked is heralded in by the wicked Snow Queen, bringing fear and danger in place of a joyous time for Christmas. However, when Clara decides to challenge the Snow Queen to thaw her Frozen heart, she has one year to save her kingdom from becoming her new ice palace."

Principal Characters

Clara--Intelligent, calm, and (somewhat) practical, Princess Clara is the crown princess of Rensdyr, standing out easily with her red hair and warm color tones (usually greens and reds, but other colors too), usually with floral patterns, and always keeps a rose somewhere on her person. Raised by her kindly grandfather, the studious princess craves adventure and excitement from her otherwise mundane duties. Close to Christmas, the Snow Queen--who has gone unseen for so long, they believed she was simply a myth, a relic of a bygone era, believing the harsh snow was normal--appears in the throne room, insulted by the largest, warmest holiday celebration she has ever seen. For this insolence, she curses the kingdom to eternal winter. Clara, not one to take an insult lightly, ventures to find the Snow Queen and make her reverse the curse, with only a mouse and a nutcracker given to her by her grandfather (who becomes ill and wants her to remember him by giving her his "good luck charm") as protection. She is, unsurprisingly, unable to defeat the Snow Queen physically, but instead of being killed, the Snow Queen offers her a deal: if Clara can find the Snow Queen's frozen heart somewhere in the land within a year, she will leave the kingdom and never return. However, if Clara fails, she will be but the first ice sculpture in the Snow Queen's new palace--AKA Clara's palace that she plans to take over. Clara knows she cannot trust the Snow Queen entirely, but she learns that this is simply a battle of the mind: she must simply outwit winter herself. Of course, she doesn't immediately realize that it's not the mind she needs to think with...(Note: whenever she enters the Snow Palace, her clothes are influenced by the Northern lights, so blues, whites, and vibrant rainbow colors are her new identifier.)

Kai--The knight in shining ice, one of the few humans inside the Snow Queen's domain. While she tells Clara that Kai is meant to protect her for a year and "verify" if she has found her heart and return it to her, she secretly instructs Kai to find "it" before Clara. He originally is portrayed as stoic and of few words, not a large help to Clara. When they find a beautiful ice crystal the size of his hand, Clara accidentally trips and falls into him. As she cries from a twisted ankle, the tears fall onto the crystal and his chest, revealing that for centuries, whenever the Snow Queen froze someone, their heart escaped their body and took the form of a peculiar piece of ice. They can only be captured during the winter; otherwise they melt and turn into puddles of water that the ground refuses to absorb. Upon having his heart restored, Kai finds that he still has an affinity toice, being able to refine and change it's shape--a sign of him still belonging to the Snow Queen. He becomes much more friendly while keeping his confidence and maturity, and quickly falls for Clara over the year that they search for the Snow Queen's heart--though he can't help recall what exactly "it" was that the Snow Queen wanted her to find first...

I'm kinda thinking he's very similar to the Beast when he's an ice knight, while becoming more like Phoebus once he's thawed.

The Snow Queen--A sadistic woman worshiped as a goddess due to her longevity and power, she encases the land in ice and snow, delighting in the misery of others. She's a cross between Maleficent and Cruella de Vil in terms of personality--and in clothes; while she does wear fabrics like silk, she loves the decadence of fur, particularly from animals who disappoint her. Her skin is a beautiful blueish-white, while her eyes are a bright blue, and her hair is whiter than snow. When Clara dares to stand up against her, the Snow Queen vows to break her spirit before turning her into an ice sculpture for her amusement and take over the kingdom. When she instructs Kai to find "it," she is actually not referring to her heart--which she never lost, but it is still frozen solid, making it impossible to feel positive emotions--but to the "Heart of Winter," a primordial being that once gifted her powers over ice and snow when she was a freezing girl in poverty selling matches in another kingdom. A neutral figure, if Clara managed to sway it, it would never visit the kingdom again, forcing the Snow Queen to either flee or stay powerless in the kingdom, which is not an option. When Clara does (by accident) encounter the HoW, the Snow Queen attempts to kill them both in order to keep her powers forever. She manages to freeze Clara, but , Clara's heart has grown over the journey, being more open to love and less cynical, allowing the warmth of her heart (and Kai's tears) to melt her and even the Snow Queen herself, who has lived so long that her body does not become a puddle, but a massive fjord. Her story inspires Clara to focus on the poverty when she returns home, as well as instructing a statue of the queen and the HoW so her story is never forgotten. It is revealed that her name is Anika.

The Heart of Winter--I was gonna make it look like Santa Claus, but I think Clara's grandfather should look like that. In any case, the HoW is a shapeshifter and can appear in any form, usually wise and quiet, though it enjoys the form of humans (not as young as Jack Frost, but I wanted the visual), wolves, foxes, reindeer, and dragons the most. As a spirit, it is swayed by powerful acts of emotion: negative ones like the Snow Queen's inspire it to make harsh and freezing ice, while positive ones inspire it to make memories of joy and fun during Christmastime. Clara's warm heart, however, makes the environment inhospitable for it--not that it's bitter--and thus it leaves, never to return (at least for a few centuries).

Music

I'd still want the Lopez-Anderson team to make this, and if not them, Stephen Schwartz (and maybe Alan Menken). Again, I suck at song titles.

Early in the morning--I kept having "Carol of the Bells" and "4 in the Morning" in my head when I imagined this song. Weird combination I know, but it's mainly an introduction to the kingdom, as well as Clara's life.

My Way--The Snow Queen and Clara make a bet: she must search the land for the Snow Queen's heart, and over the course of a year, the winter will become harsher until every creature on it is frozen.

Ice in my veins--The Snow Queen sings this while Clara searches desperately for her heart, laughing at the ridiculousness of the heart to make you do stupid and reckless decisions, mockingly asking if it's just her who finds it astounding.

Heartache--Kai sings this as he regains his feelings, noting how strange it is to feel again,and how he doesn't remember who he was before becoming the Snow Queen's servant, but vows to find out and free the others once everything is over.

Desperately Yours--The Snow Queen reflects on how Clara has figured out the secret to thawing out hearts, and questions if she's now more dangerous than she thought. She recalls vague feelings of love for others, but laments that it was not returned to her, and ponders how such a thing can cure hate. This is mainly a duet between Clara and Kai, but the Snow Queen intervenes at times.

My Way (Reprise)--Clara reflects on how cynical she's been, about how this whole thing was about her own ego, having glory and being right, when she hasn't stopped to appreciate those who have helped her along the way, and she realizes she loves Kai. She also reflects on how entitled the Snow Queen has become, and how bitter she is because of her tragic past.

Love Will Thaw--A soaring chorus number (I know they're usually saved for reprises, but they're underrated) where Kai and Clara and the other victims of the Snow Queen return to Rensdyr just in time to celebrate Christmas a year after the beginning of the film, but it's the perfect holiday to reconnect.

Lemme know your thoughts, questions, and concerns! I'm enjoying these "bare bones" rewrites just as much as the alterations.

[nickinick554]

Halloween Hotline

Prompt 5 - What's Your Favorite Scary Movie

Character Joel + reader Word Count 2700 approx.

#PedroHalloween2023 Writing Contest

"Attention all you trick or treaters! It's about that time to get your ghoul on!" An enthusiastic male voice boomed with jovial Halloween spirit through the speakers of my old, black Ford. I twisted the volume knob to turn it up some as I drove through the center of town.

"For tonight is All Hallow's Eve, my favorite time of year. Our town comes alive on October 31st when the witches and warlocks, imps and monsters roam our streets!" Upbeat, spooky music accompanied his voice and he gave a laugh that made me giggle.

"Tonight we will be flooding the airwaves with the scary, spooky and downright disgusting stories that you, the people, have submitted to us throughout the month. It's not for the faint of heart so if you're not down with blood and guts, this is your warning to change the channel and turn on the old classic, The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown, instead. I'm your guest host for the evening, Joel Miller. Before we get to all those stories, beginning promptly at 8:30, we would love to hear your answers to the ancient, old question, what's your favorite scary movie? Call in now and let us know. It'll put your name in a raffle for a chance to win a pumpkin full of tricks and adult treats!"

The Monster Mash began to play and I looked down at the center console toward my cell phone. A pumpkin full of tricks and treats didn't sound too bad, and the addition of the word adult treats was a bit alluring. Also, guest host Joel had a sexy voice.

At a red light near the town green I snuck in a quick Google search of Hot 99.9's phone number and clicked on the nine digit number. In place of the Monster Mash was a ringing sound through the speakers and the light turned green again.

I took a deep breath as I turned onto my street and then that familiar, cheery voice answered. "Hot 99, this is Joel, what's your favorite scary movie?"

"Hi Joel, this is Nicolette. My favorite scary movie is Scream 2." I cringed at my attempt to match his radio energy. It sounded much cheesier and less cool when I spoke.

"Scream 2." He laughed as he spoke back. "Interesting choice. Not the original?" "What can I say? Scream 2 was cheekier and more fun. I know I'll probably catch shit for this. Oh no, I'm sorry. Can I swear on the radio?"

Joel laughed louder. "We are officially into adult hours here, so one lonely little curse word won't get us shut down. This call is recorded, not live, so no need to panic." He had a charming delivery.

"Just as long as I can still get entered into the adult tricks and treats raffle." I attempted to sound flirty, "Any chance you can give me a sneak peak of what's in the prize pumpkin? I promise I won't tell, and since we're not live it can be our little secret." I blushed at my own cheesiness once again, but I couldn't deny I was having a little bit of fun.

"Well, it isn't Christmas quite yet but asking me something like that could put you on the naughty list a few months early." "We wouldn't want that." "The adult treats are nips of vodka," Joel quickly confessed, "And a dirty card game to play at parties."

I smiled wide, certain he was flirting back. "My lips are sealed. I won't spoil the surprise for your other contestants." I pulled into my driveway and put my phone on speaker before hurrying inside. The two bowls of candy I left out for trick or treaters had been emptied and turned upside down. I hoped the younger kids got their share before the teenagers ransacked it.

"It's Nicolette, right?" Joel asked as I closed the front door behind me. "That's right."  "And can I have a phone number to call back in case you're the winner of tonight's grand prize?" Of course you can, I thought. I carefully spoke each digit of my phone number into the receiver all the while wondering if it was possible to develop an innocent crush on someone without even knowing what they look like.

Joel repeated the number back and I confirmed it was right.  "Good luck, Nicolette. If you win, you'll have to come down to the station to claim your prize." I smiled again, actually hoping I would get the call back so I could go down and meet this guy face to face. Maybe my life had gotten so boring that this was as exciting as it got for me. Whatever, it's fun! I dismissed the negative messages my mind was sending to put a damper on my unexpected thrill of the evening.

"Oh, and Nicolette?" Joel spoke. "Are you still there?" "Yes." "If you win, you'll get a bonus prize if you wear a Halloween mask to the station. We aren't supposed to tell our callers that, either."

I had a gut feeling Joel was going to rig the raffle. It wasn't fair, but hey it wasn't like it was a million dollar giveaway. I wasn't even excited to win a little liquor or a card game. I just wanted to see what the mystery man looked like on the other end of the phone line. "Like I said, my lips are sealed." "We'll call you back if you're our winner."

The line finally went dead and I smiled to myself. I hadn't dated in awhile, not since my last boyfriend broke my heart the year before. My walls had been securely up and no one had managed to break through. For the first time in forever, flirting a little felt good, even if it was just a little bit of telephone banter.

I kicked off my shoes and curled up under a blanket with the television remote in one hand and my iPhone in the other. In the corner of the room was a modern radio with an old time look that I had only used to play my Spotify lists, or charge my phone. Rather than turn on the TV I checked the settings and clicked the switch at the bottom of the radio to FM.  Okay, what now? It was, sadly, the first time I had attempted to use the actual radio on the device.

I twisted the knob, carefully spinning it until it landed on 99.9 with just a mild etch of static. I positioned it just right to get clear audio of Joel's voice. "Only ten minutes remaining to get your name into that raffle," he said. I could almost picture him smiling as he spoke. "We'll announce the winner right at 8:29 before my brother, Tommy, your everyday host, takes back over to read that first spooky story at 8:30. Call in now, what's your favorite scary movie?"

I cuddled back up under the blanket and listened to two more Halloween tunes, Thriller and the theme from Ghostbusters. I looked at my phone. It was 8:28. I felt silly for how my heart was racing. Maybe I was naive and Joel was using his catchy personality to woo all of his callers. It was certainly plausible. "It's that time, Joel." Tommy's voice overlapped with the tail end of Ghostbusters and the music faded out entirely a few seconds later.

"It's that time," Joel agreed. "Let's get the winner of The Great Pumpkin announced so we can start scaring all of you still listening out there. Thank you to everyone who called in. We had lots of classic answers, from Halloween to Saw. Even Scream 2 made the list. We had some Blair Witch project, Friday the 13th and Trick 'R Treat. All fun ones." "And now for the big reveal," Tommy chimed in as one or both of them made a drumming noise near the microphone. "And our winner is....."

"Caller Nicolette, Scream 2 is her favorite. Nicollete, if you're out there, if you're listening please call the station. If we don't hear from you in two minutes, we'll call you because we're good guys like that." "We are?" Tommy asked. "We are!" The two of them laughed and I couldn't help but jump into the air, sending the checkered blanket on my lap to the floor. "Yes!" I knew it. Joel was flirting back. Now, I had to see what this man looked like.

I hit redial on the station and Joel picked up right away. "Hot 99, this is Joel." "This is Nicolette, calling to claim my winnings." "Congratulations!" He bellowed, making me laugh into the phone. "Do you know where we're located?" "I do." "Well, hurry down and I'll get you hooked up with your grand prize. Oh, and don't forget the Halloween mask." I gave a glance in the mirror, touched up a little of my eye makeup and scrambled to find a cheap masquerade mask I wore to a costume party a few weeks ago. 

I was a bit giddy on the five minute drive as I attempted to picture Joel Miller in my mind. Was he tall, short? Did he have dark hair? Light hair? Bald? Glasses? Beer gut? Abs of steel? Dad bod? Clean shaved? Facial hair?  I was making too much of it. I wasn't being judgey. I just had this insane curiosity that was eating away at me.

When I saw the tall, red neon sign that towered above Hot 99.9's brick building, I felt a layer of goosebumps and parked my car in front of it. In contrast to the lively nature of the broadcast, the building was dark and quiet. Clicking open my door and pacing up to the big, steel door left a hushed echo and I even looked over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't being stalked like in some scary movie. That would have been ironic given my reason for coming to the station.

The steel door, I discovered, had a giant round handle that wouldn't open. Beside it was a button with a white rectangle above it and blue writing inside. All it said was, Ring for Entry. I rang the bell and breathed deeply to myself, taking in my surroundings once more. I looked over one shoulder and then my other one, again, half expecting to see a masked man wielding a knife. My imagination has begun to run a bit wild. "Hello?" A voice finally sounded off through a speaker beneath the bell.

"Hi, I'm Nicolette. I'm here to claim my prize." "What prize?" My heart sank, but it didn't last long. "I'm just kidding," Joel's voice was clear as day on the other end. "The door just unlocked. When you walk in, go straight to the end of the hallway until you can't go anymore. You'll see a ghost. I'll meet you there." A ghost? "Okay, thanks."

I pulled at the heavy door handle and yanked it open with both hands, leaving the eerie setting behind me as I slipped inside. I reached into the pocket of my sweatshirt and placed the Masquerade mask down over my eyes.

It was much more modern than on the outside, with tiled floors that I guessed were on the newer side and freshly painted walls. There were pictures and decor, some seasonal, some not. I passed a few blurred out windows on the walk down that left a bluish glow from whatever was taking place inside. One of those blow up Halloween ghosts you see in peoples' yards was there to greet me at the end of the corridor when i arrived, as promised by Joel, himself.

I looked to my left to see a water fountain beside a brown door but the hallway stopped there just twenty feet away. To the right the hallway stretched on for another long while to make a sort of uneven T. The brown door next to the water fountain clicked open and I jumped. A startled yelp left me and I put a hand over my lips, embarrassed.

The man who walked out made my eyes widen a bit. I was certain my pupils dilated in order to see the object of my instant attraction more fully. He was handsome, devilishly so, and right there at first glance I could see the mischief in his eyes that matched his voice. He was trouble, the good kind of trouble. The kind of trouble that sent you home laughing to yourself well after the date was over. His beard, his radiating smile and his messy head of hair was icing on the Joel Miller cake. 

I wouldn't mind if he was the extra prize. I couldn't help thinking it to myself, glad I brought along the Halloween mask just in case. "Hi, I'm Joel." For the first time I realized he had the plastic pumpkin full of goodies in one hand. He outstretched his other arm and we shook hands. "Hi." 

I almost asked, what was the question?, even though one had not been asked. Joel had an aura about him that had me instantly mesmerized. His warm, firm gasp might has well have turned me to stone. "You must be Nicolette?" "Yes." I snapped out of it, thankfully. "Yes, hi. I'm Nicolette." "I have your prize bucket here." Joel's right hand dropped and he raised his left one, offering up the pumpkin.

"Thank you so much." I was smiling wide now. "I hope I didn't get you in trouble by spoiling the surprise." He smiled back and I didn't know if it was just hopeful on my part that he looked me fully up and down. "No I'm not in trouble. Tommy is my little brother. I call the shots." I laughed with him and Joel shoved his hands deep down into the pockets of his jeans.  "So, will the winner reveal her true identity?"

I breathed and pushed the mask up onto my forehead. "I guess that's only fair." Joel's smile grew bigger. "Do I get a second prize, or does that make me greedy?" I removed one of the promised mini bottles of vodka and held it between my fingers. "A promise is a promise." Joel held up a finger and disappeared back through the brown door. He returned second later with a brown envelope. "You have two choices." "Okay." My cheeks hurt from smiling. I put a hand on my hip and slung the pumpkin up to the bend in my elbow.

"Choice one." The mischief returned to his eyes, "You take the envelope." "But you won't tell me what's inside it?" "It's a twenty-five dollar gift card to The Wolf Lounge on Esther Street." Joel was pretty straightforward. "Tempting. That's a pretty cool place." I couldn't help but ask. "What's option two?" Joel sized up a clock on the wall with his eyes that I had not seen or noticed until that moment. I followed his stare.

"At nine o'clock when my guest appearance ends, I could take you there myself, and we could spend way more than twenty-five dollars." Joel held his arm out straight with the envelope looming in my direction. It was a bold move. I felt the palpitations of my heart leaving a little chorus of lub-dubs in my chest. If this was a cartoon little heart emojis would be fluttering through mg chest cavity into the air right about now.

I pretended to reach for the envelop but at the last second I pushed it back toward him. Joel's expression went from certain to uncertain back to certain again and he laughed. "I was thinking about option two since I heard your voice on the radio," I said to him. "That makes two of us."

I admit that I went against all of my feminine instincts and all the warnings not to get into a stranger's car when I allowed Joel to take me down to the Wolf Lounge. As we clicked our glasses of red wine together I knew it was the right call. Joel looked me directly in the eye and with his best radio voice and that mischievous smirk of his he said for the first time, "Happy Halloween."

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Secret Santa Wishlists

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Internal panic

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Sword fight

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High school AU

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Actor AU

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HELLO EVERYBODY! been a while since i did one of these, i hope you're all doing well, and have a great day / night wherever you are. i'm officially back from my vacation which means i'm officially returning to this blog. yay! now you might be wondering what exactly this means, and truthfully, i'm not too sure yet either. what i do know is that i plan on being around here more regularly. also, i'm planning to finally start working on the christmas giveaway gifts ( if you're one of the winners i've messaged previously, i'll message you again in a few days to discuss details ).

another thing i'm not sure i've mentioned here yet: i got a new job last month which means i definitely don't have as much time anymore as i did previously. it's also one of the reasons i've been so absent since the start of the year because i had to get used to it, learn some new stuff, etc. my schedule changes every week so i can't even give you reliable info on when i'll be able to be here and do stuff but i promise you that'll be something i'll figure out.

anyway, as for content i've planned, i really should start going through my inbox and try to answer as many questions there as possible. things have been really piling up in there and i'm very sorry about the delay in answers. there are also a few requests (primarily for certain kinds of memes ) that i will be working on slowly but surely. in terms of memes, i have some half-finished ones sitting in my drafts so i might just post these sometime soon. additionally, there are some other things i started working on a while back ― like some psds, templates, etc. ― that i might try finishing. so just a whole bunch of new content to use.

one new thing i might try out in the future is something one of you mentioned when i made that post about putting some very time-consuming or image-heavy templates behind some kind of temporary paywall. not sure how exactly i'm gonna do this yet ( i have a few ideas and websites, like patreon, in mind already, but i first want to see all the different possibilities i have on what site and what makes it the easiest and most user friendly for both you and me ). but that is something that's probably gonna take a few weeks / months still ― we'll see.

even though i could probably go on for a while and tell you about everything that's going on in my mind regarding this blog and its future, that's gonna be all for today. because honestly ― none of it is ever set in stone and while i do have some exciting things i wanna do here, real life can always get in the way so i feel back if i make too many promises i then have to delay. but i'm gonna try my best because i care about all of you people, the rpc as a whole, this stupid little hellsite i could curse multiple times a day, and although it's not much i do wanna contribute a little something to make this a nicer place for everyone.

so yeah, take care everyone, don't forget to drink enough water and get enough sleep, and i'll talk to you again soon. 🧡