#the spirit of the holidays has brought me back to life

[deliriousbean]

It's a bit late but...

Have a patented Nelson, Murdock, and Page new year's dance party

[fafnir19]

Genie's lamp

Lex strolled along the cobblestone streets of the small coastal town, soaking in the salty breeze that whispered tales of the sea. His summer holidays had brought him here, seeking respite from the bustling city life and his studies that had consumed him for so long. As he wandered, a glint of light caught his eye, drawing him to a narrow side street where an ancient-looking shop stood, its wooden sign creaking in the wind. Intrigued, Lex pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped inside, the musty smell of old books and incense enveloping him. Shelves lined with peculiar artifacts and trinkets stretched out before him, each item holding a hint of mystery within its aged confines. "Welcome, young traveler," a voice called out, drawing Lex's attention to a figure behind the counter. Declan, the shop owner, stood before him, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Feel free to browse my collection. I must make a quick errand to the post office, but I'll return shortly." As Declan made his exit, Lex's curious gaze wandered over the shelves filled with curiosities from distant lands. His eyes landed on a tarnished Arabic lamp, its intricate designs whispering of tales untold.

As he lifted the lamp, a playful grin tugged at his lips, recalling childhood tales of genies and their whimsical magic. He rubbed the lamp absentmindedly, half-expecting nothing but a puff of dust to emerge. Lex's eyes widened in awe as he watched the ancient lamp in his hands start to emit wisps of smoke. His heart raced with excitement, a smile spreading across his face. The air crackled with energy as the smoke coalesced into a muscular figure, clad in black leather harem pants, standing with their back to him.

"Cool, a real genie! I already know what I will wish for! Ahm… what’s actually your name, genie?" Lex exclaimed, overcome with excitement. Turning slowly to face Lex, the genie's eyes gleamed with a potent mix of mischief and malevolence. "I am Jafar," the genie rumbled, his voice laced with authority "You will refer to me as Master, mere mortal." Confusion clouded Lex's features at the genie's command. "Master? What do you mean?" he spluttered, uncertainty tainting his tone. The genie's next words sent a shiver down Lex's spine. "Kneel before me and submit," Jafar commanded, his voice steely with power. Fear gripped Lex's heart, his instincts urging him to flee as he took a step back. With a shaky voice, he stammered, "I...I have to go." His heart raced as he made a break for the door. But before he could make it, an unseen force lifted him off the ground, tendrils of smoke enveloping him. Panic seized him as he felt himself turning to smoke, his very essence slipping away.

The laughter of the genie echoed around him as Lex found himself being pulled into the ancient lamp. Inside, the world shifted around him, his clothes transforming into exotic harem pants and golden rings adorning his limbs.

Panic surged through Lex as he pounded against the walls of the lamp, trying to break free from this strange and terrifying prison. Jafar, the genie, held the lamp nonchalantly, observing Lex's futile attempts with amusement.

"You're quite the spirited one, aren't you?" Jafar's voice dripped with malicious charm. "But fear not, the lamp's magic will soon calm you and make you more... impressionable." A strange calmness settled over Lex, his mind clouding with a soothing fog. "Relax, kneel," the genie's voice commanded, its tone both hypnotic and commanding. Filled with a strange sense of peace, Lex obeyed, his anxiety giving way to a bizarre sense of acceptance.

Lex's thoughts grew foggy, his will bending to the genie's influence. "It has always been your hidden desire to help others," Jafar purred. "What better way than to serve me?" Finding a strange sense of logic in the genie's words, Lex embraced the idea of serving.

Followed by the genie's revelations about Lex's yearning for confidence and independence hit uncomfortably close to home. "Your struggles stem from your desire to be strong, my dear Lex," Jafar continued, his voice a luring whisper. "You do not need to be strong yourself, but to walk in the shadow of greatness," Jafar's words resonated within Lex's soul. The genie continued, his voice like a hypnotic melody. "Simply follow a strong master, and you shall find your purpose." A revelation dawned upon Lex, a realization that perhaps he had been searching for guidance all along. Lex felt a strange sense of clarity wash over him and gratitude swelled in his chest as Jafar offered his help and guidance. So, Lex embraced the notion of relinquishing his independence and accepted willingly, to follow where the genie led with a newfound sense of purpose.

Jafar's words cut through the haze, revealing a truth about Lex that he had never acknowledged. "All your struggles stem from one simple truth you deny," Jafar's voice carried a weight of finality. "You are secretly gay, Lex." Lex's breath caught in his throat, his mind racing as he grappled with the unexpected revelation. Could it be true? Had he been blind to his own desires all along? “But... but I’ve never...” Lex's voice faltered, uncertainty clouding his mind. Jafar demanded, "Admit it. Say it aloud. Acknowledge who you truly are." Doubt flickered in Lex' eyes, but after a moment of hesitation, he said, "I...I'm..." his voice trembled before he took a deep breath and uttered the words, "I'm gay, Master." Jafar's laughter rang out, a mix of triumph and satisfaction.

"Well done, my obedient pleasure boy. Embrace your new self." Lex felt a strange mix of liberation and vulnerability wash over him as he acknowledged his hidden truth, sending ripples of change through his being. As the words hung in the air, a wave of acceptance washed over him, mingling with the confusion and fear that clouded his thoughts. Before he could dwell on his newfound revelation, Jafar swiftly sprung into the lamp.

Jafar's eyes danced with triumph as he took a step closer to Lex, his movements predatory and sinuous. With a swift motion, he caressed Lex thighs and member through the delicate fabric of the harem pants. A moan escaped Lex's lips as he felt the undeniable response of his body to Jafar's touch. The genie's dark eyes held a predatory gleam as he watched Lex' cock respond eagerly to his dominance. "That's mine now, right?" he purred, his voice dripping with power and desire. Lex's response was a guttural moan, a simple "Yes, Master," escaping his lips as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. Jafar's grip on Lex's chin was firm yet gentle as he lifted his gaze, locking eyes with him in an unspoken command. "Show me your devotion," he demanded, his voice laced with undeniable authority. Feeling a mix of devotion and arousal, Lex knelt before Jafar, his hands trembling as he reached for the genie's leather-clad thighs.

As he sucked Jafar’s dick, his mind clouded with submission, a strange eagerness washing over him. The genie's deep chuckle filled the air as Lex' obedience pleased him.

As Jafar reached the heights of pleasure, Lex obediently swallowed every drop of his master's cum, savoring it with an appetite fueled by his submission. Jafar's dark laughter mixed with Lex's moans, creating a symphony of domination and pleasure within the confines of the magical lamp.  Just when the intensity of the moment peaked, a sudden interruption shattered the moment. The shop owner's return brought a jolt of reality to the surreal scene unfolding before him. Declan's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight of the genie and the student, frozen in a moment of twisted bliss. "Ah, Declan, your timing is impeccable as always," Jafar's voice dripped with smooth amusement, his gaze lingering on Lex with a knowing look. Lex's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, unsure of what would come next in this unexpected encounter between master, servant, and unwitting spectator. The air crackled with tension, a sense of anticipation hanging heavy in the magical shop.

Declan's voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade, "Jafar, I wish that you let the boy free!" His words held a tone of authority that demanded obedience. Jafar's eyes narrowed, but he begrudgingly complied, knowing he had to obey Declan's wish. "Your wish is my command, master," he hissed through clenched teeth. In a swirl of magic and smoke, Lex was released from the confines of the lamp, standing once more in the shop, his eyes wide with a mix of relief and confusion.

Declan approached Lex, his gaze filled with sympathy as he explained the gravity of the situation. "I arrived just in time. A few minutes later, and Jafar would have transformed you into a genie for good," he revealed, his tone grave yet comforting. Gratitude swelled within Lex as he realized the extent of Declan's intervention. He had been spared a fate worse than he could imagine.

Lex mind was still reeling from the whirlwind of the events that had unfolded and he felt a sense of overwhelming fatigue wash over him. "I think that's enough excitement for one day. It's time for me to leave," he mumbled wearily, ready to escape the bewildering events of the day. Yet, Declan's words halted him in his tracks, his gaze locking onto Lex with a mix of intent and purpose. "As you have already swallowed Jafar’s seed, you have gained magical powers that need to be trained," Declan explained, his tone unwavering. "You must become my sorcerer apprentice now."

Lex's mind reeled at the sudden shift in his destiny. From a simple student on holiday to now a budding sorcerer under Declan's guidance, his life had taken a dramatic turn.

Though Declan reassured him that Jafar's revelation about his supposed hidden gay desires was part of the genie's corrupting influence, a lingering sense of longing remained within Lex. The memory of serving Jafar, albeit under false pretenses, had stirred something deep within him.

As Lex embarked on this new chapter of his life, delving into the world of magic and sorcery under Declan's tutelage, he couldn't shake off the echoes of his encounter with the genie. The allure of power, the pull of submission, and the whispers of forbidden desires tugged at the edges of his consciousness.

And so, Lex's journey into the realm of mysticism and enchantment began, marked by the lingering shadows of his past encounter and the uncertain promise of what lay ahead as he navigated the path to becoming a powerful sorcerer and, perhaps, mastering the depths of his own desires.

[charlesslut16]

-presenting him to your siblings-

summary : you introduce george to your siblings...

PAIRINGS : george russell x fem!reader

WARNING : none

note : Love you guys so so much!

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The air outside was crisp, and the streets were lit up with holiday lights. It felt like something straight out of a Christmas movie. Snowflakes gently fell from the sky, and the festive spirit was absolutely everywhere. 

I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I stood next to George, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. He is the love of your life so you wanted him to meet the people you love.

He looked over at me, giving me one of those calm, reassuring smiles that made me feel like everything was going to be okay. “So, this is it, huh?” he asked, squeezing my hand.

I nodded, glancing at the café in front of us. The big window was glowing with warm light, and I could see my siblings already inside, laughing and chatting. “Yeah, it’s happening,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, even though my heart was racing. “You’re going to meet my family. At Christmas.”

George chuckled, his eyes softening. “What better time, right?”

“Definitely,” I replied, though my stomach fluttered at the thought. I’d been with George for a while now, but this felt like a big step. Christmas was personal—my family’s time together meant everything to me. 

And now, I was introducing the guy I’d been seeing, the man I love, to them. It was a little nerve-wracking, but I couldn’t deny how excited I was to have him here.

I took a deep breath and nudged George forward. “Let’s go in.”

As we walked inside, the warm scent of cinnamon and fresh coffee wrapped around me, instantly calming my nerves. The café was beautifully decorated for Christmas, with a towering tree in the corner, sparkling lights hanging from the ceiling, and wreaths on every wall. The place was cozy, full of that peaceful Christmas charm.

My brother Ethan was the first to spot us. He grinned and waved, making his way over to us quickly. “Y/N! You made it!” His eyes then moved to George. “And you brought someone!”

I blushed a little, trying not to act too obvious about how nervous I felt. “Yeah,” I said, smiling up at George. “This is George. George, this is my big brother, Ethan, and my sister, Mia.”

George gave them both a warm smile and shook Ethan’s hand. “Nice to meet you, man.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “So, are you prepared for the full Y/N experience? She’s a handful, I’ll warn you.”

I felt my cheeks heat up at his teasing, but George just laughed. “I can handle it,” he said, looking at me with a playful grin. “Trust me.”

Mia, who had been quietly watching from her seat, stood up next. “You must be George,” she said, giving him a kind smile. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Y/N’s told us so much about you.”

“She has?” George asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course,” Mia replied. “She’s not that good at hiding things.” She gave me a knowing look, and I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at my lips.

George and I sat down, and the conversation started to flow naturally. Ethan immediately launched into a story about his latest soccer game, and Mia began asking George about his favorite Christmas traditions. 

I could tell George was a little shy, but he was doing great, and it was clear that my siblings liked him. The way they interacted with him felt easy, like he was already a part of our little world.

“Okay,” Mia said after a while, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “we need to know: how did you two meet?”

I felt my heart skip a beat. It wasn’t the first time I’d been asked that question, but with George sitting right next to me, it felt different. I glanced at him, and he smiled back at me before answering.

“Well, Y/N was volunteering at a charity event, and I was helping out too. We ended up talking about our favorite Christmas movies—turns out we both love all the classics—and it just sort of... went from there.”

Mia’s smile softened, and she glanced between the two of us. “That’s so sweet,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “You guys are, like, the perfect couple. It’s obvious how much you care about each other.”

I felt my cheeks flush, and George’s hand found mine under the table. He gave it a soft squeeze, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him. It was moments like this—when everything just felt right—that made me realize how lucky I was.

“So, is it true that Y/N can’t make a decision when it comes to Christmas movies?” Ethan asked, leaning forward with a mischievous smile.

“Oh, absolutely,” George replied, playing along. “Every year, it’s the same debate. Home Alone or The Grinch—it’s always a fight.”

“That’s so accurate,” I said, laughing as I shook my head. “He always insists on watching The Grinch, even though we both know Home Alone is the superior choice.”

“I’m sticking with The Grinch,” George said with a grin, looking at me like he knew he was winning this round.

I rolled my eyes, but at that moment, it felt like everything was falling into place. The conversation was easy, filled with laughter and good-natured teasing. For the first time, I felt like George had truly become a part of my world. It was just... right.

As the night went on, I felt more and more comfortable with the way things were unfolding. The café was glowing softly, the sound of Christmas music and laughter filling the space. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so happy, so content.

Eventually, as the evening started winding down, I realized how much I didn’t want it to end. I looked over at George, whose smile was still as warm as when we first sat down, and I felt my heart swell.

“This was perfect,” I said quietly, squeezing his hand as we stood up to leave.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice soft but filled with the same warmth I felt. “It really was.”

And as we stepped outside, the cold air hitting our faces and the snow gently falling around us, I realized that this Christmas was going to be one I would always remember. The perfect mix of family, laughter, and love.

[yelenasdiary]

Angstmas, Kate x fem reader, Kate’s seasonal depression is especially bad this holiday season due to her mom being in jail. She’s already struggling but is trying to hold it together Christmas morning until she spills some hot coco and kinda just has a meltdown. Reader is a sweetheart.

Spilt Emotions

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader

Summary: Kate has a breakdown on Christmas morning & you’re there to assure her it’s all going to be okay.

Angst & Fluff

Warnings: None, if I missed any, please let me know! | 1.1K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy! x

Holiday Special Masterlist

A modest tree with mismatched ornaments stood in the corner of the small apartment Kate shared with you. The apartment covered with festive spirit and cheerful decorations didn’t keep Kate’s mind from reminding her this Christmas was different. Kate had always loved Christmas, being with family, the food, the way New York City lit up in all different colors, the cozy moments she spent with Lucky and the laughter she shared with friends but this year the holiday brought a chill that was colder than the snow outside.

With her mother, Eleanor, in jail and her father sadly deceased, Kate felt a hollow ache in her chest and no matter how much she tried to hide it, you noticed how her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. It was the little things that you noticed, usually Kate would spend some time on the rooftop, admiring the city lights through the falling snowflakes, or how she couldn’t keep her excitement for Christmas traditions tucked away for much longer.

 You didn’t want to push her, you respected she might need some space and hoping that with time, the joy that was buried deep inside the archer would burst and allow her to enjoy the magic of Christmas once again. 

On Christmas morning when the sun beamed through the clouds and the city was peacefully quiet, you woke up early. Kate still sleeping beside you, almost hugging the covers to block out any cold, crisp air from touching her. You smiled softly at how adorable she looked, like a child clinging to their favorite plushie. You slipped out of bed and tiptoed into the kitchen, wanting to surprise her with some hot cocoa to wake her up too. 

Soon enough, the smell of hot coco filled the air and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you placed two tiny marshmallows on top of Kate’s drink. “Katie” you whispered softly, wanting to slowly wake her. Kate stirred, groaning when she felt the slightest bit of cold air touch her. 

“I made you a hot coca baby” you added, carefully getting back into bed, sitting with your legs crossed and the two festive mugs in your hands. Kate’s eyes still heavy with sleep, peeped open for a moment before she offered a weak smile, “thanks, babe” she murmured, trying to keep her eyes open as she slowly began to sit up. “You’re welcome darling” you replied as she wrapped her hands around the mug, feeling the heat on her bare skin. 

“Merry Christmas” you added, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. As Kate turned her head to face you, her mug clipped yours, making the two drinks splash together as the liquid seeped into the bedding. 

“Shit!” Kate exclaimed, her voice in a panic as she quickly placed her mug on the bedside table. 

“Babe, it’s okay, I’ll wash the sheets today” you replied, also placing your mug on your bedside table. The weight of the past few weeks came crashing down on the Archer without a warning, her eyes filled with tears, and she kicked the covers to the end of the bed. “I can’t do this!” She snapped, her voice breaking as her tears began to fall. 

“Everything is just….its…fucked!” She added. Her heart pounding as she stood up, her feet touching the cold floor. “This isn’t how things are supposed to be!” Kate continued, pacing back and forth. 

“Baby, it’s okay, let it out” you replied softly as you watched her endlessly try to make sense of her life now. 

“I’ve been trying so hard to keep it together, I mean, it’s Christmas! I thought I would be okay by now” she sobbed, wiping the tears from her cheeks, “but every time I think about mom and everything that happened…..I just –“ she paused, finally coming to a stop as she looked at you. Without a second thought, you stood up and wandered over to her, wrapping your arms around her as she crashed into you. 

“It’s okay Kate, you miss her and that’s more than okay” you said, rubbing your hand up and down her back. “You don’t have to keep anything built up darling, this is your first Christmas without her and it’s been a big year for you” you added. 

“I just…I miss her so much” she sobbed into your shoulder, “I just wanted to a normal Christmas like we always did but it feels like everything is falling apart instead” she added. You held her tighter as she cried, feeling your heart ache for her. “I know it’s not the same but why don’t we go visit her today?” You suggested. 

Kate pulled back, looking at you with her wet, red eyes, “you’d be okay with that?” She asked. 

“Of course, baby, she’s your mother. I don’t want you to feel like you have to deal with any of this by yourself. I will always be here, forever” 

Kate leaned back into your arms, feeling the warmth of your body against her as she took a shaky breath, “I would like that” she replied. “I know what she did will never be okay…but I miss her” she added. 

“I know, love” you replied softly.

Gradually, Kate’s sobs became quiet, her heart still heavy from weeks of pushing her feelings down but she stayed hugging you tightly. The spilt coca now completely forgotten about while you continued to rub her back, “I love you” she whispered, her voice still shaky but stronger than moments before. 

“I love you too” you replied, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re so much stronger than you realize, you know?” You added as she pulled back once more. Gently, you cupped her face, wiping her fallen tears, “I want you to remember that you can always count on me, I don’t want you feel like you have to be strong and put together for my sake, okay?” 

Kate nodded lightly, “I’m sorry” she said in an almost whisper. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about Katherine” you assured her. Kate playfully rolled her eyes, “don’t call me that, it’s odd” she said with a light chuckle. 

“But it brought back that beautiful smile so I’m not sorry about it this time” you smiled softly before kissing her deeply. The holiday may not be the fairy tale Kate was hoping for but she knew that with you by her side, a different Christmas tradition wouldn’t be as hard as she thought. 

“Can I make us a fresh hot coca?” She asked as you kindly brushed a lock of her long dark hair behind her ear, “you make the coca and I’ll strip the bed” you smiled softly. 

With that Kate, with Lucky following close behind her, wandered into the kitchen feeling okay about the holidays as a soft smile tugged at her lips.

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[aprilthearcher]

willow

remus lupin x muggle!reader (who's a Tarot reader). wc: 1,2k. semi-modern!au. no voldermort apparently. warnings: some curse words, mentions of a spirit. short but sweet!

When I heard the echo of footsteps in the hallway and a jolly tune whistled softly, I knew the session had to be finished. Usually, by the time Remus would get home, my last session would’ve wrapped up over half an hour ago, giving me time to collect myself and tidy the mess the studio fell inevitably into. Today, though, was different. The last client of the day, Tilly, a twenty-four year old girl who believed her destiny was to spend the rest of her life alone, was more agitated than she normally would be. A shook up Tilly was, by no means, anything new; yet, this altered shift to her already altered personality was brought on, surely, by the upcoming Holidays. This time of the year has, definitely, a way to get into people’s heads. 

I hand Tilly the last tissue of the box at the same time I’m standing up and putting the cards away. Some might call it multitasking, I call it “telling my client they must leave”. She dries her tears and murmurs how sorry she is that this took up so much of my time. ‘Nonsense, don’t worry about it’, I murmur back like the complete loser I am, because no amount of work has ever made me move on from my people-pleaser tendencies. She did, in fact, take up a lot of my time, more than what the usual session costs; I should have been ready to go by now.

I open the door to the studio and cough loudly and a little bit more than necessary, but it is a precaution I take every time I have a client leaving and Remus is around. The last thing I need is for one of them to see him using his wand. They might believe in what my cards can tell them about their love lives or job opportunities and new horizons, but I don’t want to have my clients obliviated. 

Discreetly, I look around the flat only to catch Remus putting away the groceries he must’ve got on his way home using his hands, thank God. He looks up wearing a comfortable smile on his face and waves at us. Before Tilly can even utter a word, I take her arm and lead her to the door, charging her more than what I usually do. Without complaining, she slides the bills on my hand.

“Is that your…?” Tilly starts to ask before I interrupt her by opening the door and smiling a little bit too much to be genuine.

“Goodbye, Tilly. See you next time!” I shut the door before she could even realise she’s out of the flat.

Making my way into the kitchen, I jump onto the counter, swinging my legs while I grab a biscuit from one of the jars. Remus is finishing with the groceries, but he’s now using his wand. I admire the fridge opening at the same time some dairies jump from the brown bag and float around the kitchen until they are neatly stored inside the fridge. Next, the lid of the cookie jar by my side starts hovering over it while more cookies enter and fill it; the crumbling of the paper is heard for a second and then it falls into the bin. I look back towards Remus, but instead there is a bag of the sweetest candy floating in front of my face, which immediately lights up. My hands try to grab it, but I’m a second too late and the bag is already flying away from me.

“You know, that’s not a nice thing to do to your non-magical girlfriend, you bastard.”

“Well, what you did to your client is also not a nice thing to do.” Ugh, the nerve. “Also, you’re not non-magical.”

“Am I not, in your world’s term, a simple muggle?”

“Yeah, well, my world can be magical but not updated on muggles. You’re not, not in the least, simple.” The final groceries are put away as Remus approaches me, settling one of his hands on my thigh, climbing till it finally rests on my waist, and the other on my cheek, tilting my head upwards so he can see my face. “That’s not what I was saying, though. You,” stressing and stretching the last sound, “are going to be clientless one day if you keep slamming the door on their faces.”

There’s an unimpressed look on my face, probably from just trying to let him talk and not attack his lips after not seeing him for the entirety of the afternoon. I like the way his voice sounds. It makes it harder to concentrate.

“That look would get you into Slytherin in a second.”

“Your magical world should upgrade in all senses, then. Cannot believe they sort you into houses and there’s a whole rivalry round that. Fuckin’ cliché.” He laughs. Next thing I know, the sight of him drawing his lower lip between his teeth makes me dizzy. I hook my arms round his neck, playing with a few strands of his hair while I sit straight and get closer to his face.

“Missed you,” I whisper.

Remus furrows his eyebrows, incredulous look on his eyes and a teasing smile appearing on his face. “Since when do you say ‘missed you’?”

“Since I’ve just spent the whole afternoon listening to a girl that reminded me too much of myself in my twenties. I hated seeing everyone from my friend group with a girlfriend or getting married to the boy they’ve been with since high school while I was alone or getting ghosted by asshats.” 

“I wasn’t much of a dating guy during my Hogwarts years either,” Remus shrugs his shoulders.

“Still, you were learning fricking magic, flying round in your brooms, making love potions. That has to count for something!” My hands stop playing with his hair to rest into their designated place, his back. From under his festive red and green sweater, I draw circles with the tips of my fingers. “Meanwhile, I was learning Tarot and had a spirit or- or something knock over my books every night.”

“A spirit?”

“Yeah, did I never tell you? Had to call the Supreme Sorceresses to get rid of it.”

“Let me guess, your mum and your aunt?”

“Who else?” 

He laughs again, and Remus is sure he will not get tired of his own laugh; not that it is related to his ego or something, but he loves knowing his laughs are a result of her presence. What else is he supposed to do around her other than laugh? She’s joyful and full of mirth, moving through life with a wicked pack of cards and no wand, creating and leaving magic everywhere she goes in her own way. He knew he would follow her to whatever her mind or those cards would take her. 

He bumps her nose with hers and when she closes her eyes with a smile lightning up her face in anticipation of their lips brushing against each other, he knows he has her. He will have her for as long as she’ll have him.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

I watched the episode of House of Mouse where its the Christmas special and Pete's in and that got me thinking-

I cannot remember if you've already made a post regarding Christmas at the HoM, so consider this in September:

Since it's implied Christmas doesn't exist in TW, let's say Yuu starts making gingerbread cookies out of habit. And after that, she is halfway through the pudding when she realises that Christmas, in fact, has never been brought up before amongst her friends.

A quick check later and she leaves the pudding to set while wondering where she's going to find the occasion to give her friends holiday treats.

So sometime before Christmas she brings the cookies and pudding over to the HoM after wrapping them up fancy for her work family-

Only for Pluto to flaunt his special sugar-free gingerbread biscuits in full view of the villains' table.

And then Maleficent calls Yuu over to ask where did Pluto get such cute cookies with pine trees piped all over them-

Yuu, most likely: 'I made them myself for Christmas :). But Christmas doesn't exist in TW, so I couldn't think up a special occasion to give my friends Christmas treats :(. Especially considering all the effort that went into the cookies :( Jamil wouldn't call that cost-effective :(

Jafar is internally cursing out his protege, while Maleficent and the Queen of Hearts immediately start trying to convince her to make their twisted versions cookies :) and only their versions :) no, shove off mal, she's going to make dear riddle cookies that don't break any rules whatsover :) not your grandson :) sod off you hag :)

Anyway, I was going to add something about a kiss under the mistletoe but it's not even November yet so I'll save it until then

Please don't let this ask get eaten-

Hi!

Wow, I am loving these House of Mouse!AU asks. Life has been crazy these past few months so coming back to Tumblr to see that people are still interested in this really makes me smile 🥰

I remember writing something about that special last year that was kind of similar to what you said - I love the fan trope where our/Yuu's world's holidays/traditions don't exist in twst. The angst and fluff potential is just so good (I remember there was this one episode of Winx Club where the fairies try to cheer Bloom up by having a christmas party but they misunderstand everything and Stella interprets 'christmas cheer' as 'a christmas cheer' like the type cheerleaders do and I feel like that's the kind of endearing shenanigans you'd get in NRC)

I think that's what makes the House of Mouse so neat - it's kind of like a best of both worlds situation where there is a mix of both fantastical Disney magic and parts of our world (so Yuu can feel more at home, in a way)

Okay but back when I was in another fandom, I wrote a christmas themed drabble where a character made personalised gingerbread people for his entire class where he decorated each biscuit to look like them and I think that's definitely something Yuu would do (as well as the usual christmas themed ones, of course - she likes to go all out like that)

But yes, I see the shippers using this as a way to sail their ship. Yes, of course they want to throw a christmas celebration as a way to make Yuu happy - but it wouldn't hurt if they indulged in some light trickery now would it. Cue cartoon shenanigans where everyone is sabotaging each other, leading to total chaos and a Yuu that is both frazzled and totally oblivious.

"C'mon, Jaffy - just 'cause your little protege doesn't appreciate Yuu doesn't mean you have to ruin things for us. Where's your christmas spirit?"

"You don't even celebrate christmas!"

"Neither do you!"

Not to mention all of the animal companions that want special christmas treats as well (much to Pluto's irritation and obvious jealousy)

Thanks for the ask ♡

[writerscall]

Baling Christmas cookies with Hazel 😭😭

author's note/s: 742 words. not so much of the baking itself but it does set the scene for this. sapphic fluff 4 dayz, as the kids like to say

If you had to swat her hand away from the bowl of cookie dough one more time, you were going to lose your mind. Or maybe put the bowl in the fridge and find a way to lock it as you finish up your current batch of cookies.

“Hazel, seriously,” you tsk at her.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But I did tell you that I’m a sucker for chocolate chip cookies - baked and unbaked.”

Hazel shrugs and puts her hands up as if to say, ‘What can you do?’, and you can only roll your eyes at her affectionately as you move the bowl away from her. She was always a nice little distraction to your daily tasks and in stressful situations, but you really needed to get your baking done before mid-afternoon. The holidays weren’t in full swing just yet but you didn’t wanna do your Christmas shopping when everyone else was; huge crowds weren’t Hazel’s thing and they weren’t yours either. Besides, even though you didn’t know what to buy, it’d be nice to know which shops to visit again once you do.

“You can have them once they’re out of the oven and cooled. They’re yummier and healthier that way,” you say pointedly. “But that won’t happen if you keep distracting me.”

She hums, walking around the island and stopping right behind you. She presses a kiss to the back of your head before snaking her arms around your waist, her chin resting atop your shoulder. You smile to yourself as you lean back, letting her sway the two of you in silence as you continue shaping the dough.

After a moment, she asks, “Why are you making all of this so early, anyway? Isn’t baking treats supposed to be during the twenties of December when it’s really Christmas already?”

You shrug, placing another cut out soon-to-be sugar cookie on the tray. “Force of habit. It’s kind of like a tradition my parents and I have for the season, helps us prepare to get into the holiday spirit and all that before doing some early shopping or just window-shopping. You have something like that too, right?”

Hazel tightens her embrace as you feel her shake her head. “My family’s not the type. Mom puts in more effort at the PTA meetings for the school’s Christmas events than she does in decorating our own house — and before you ask, yes, the house does have decorations. It’s just that we have people that come over to put them out and around the whole place.”

A frown spreads across your face at that. You knew the Callahan family situation was pretty rocky which was why the two of you never really talked about it unless she brought something up, but hearing little bits and pieces of Hazel’s home life always made you feel sad. It sucked that she and her family fit right into the ‘rich family but not rich in family’ stereotype. “I can help you decorate, if you want.” Thinking about doing her humongous house was a bit dizzying, but it’s not like they had to do it all in a day.

You place the cookie cutter down and turn around to face her, and Hazel has the softest look on her face that you almost forget what you were going to say. “Would that be okay?”

“Yes,” she answers without hesitation. You chuckle at her eagerness, wrapping your arms around her shoulders to bring her closer. “That’d be so okay. I think that would be really, really great actually, and then maybe we can… wait, but didn’t you say you were gonna go look for gifts later?”

“Traditions can be altered. It’d be nice for the two of us to have one of our own, don't you think?”

She rocks back on her heels, beaming at you as she nods vigorously.

You grin back at her before pressing a kiss to her cheek, then moving your positions around so that she was facing the countertop and you were hugging her from behind. “Okay, part of this new tradition too is that you actually help me bake these cookies, so go and get to it, Callahan.”

“Yes ma’am,” she says in a mocking soldier-like voice, but she does pick up the cookie cutter without another word.

You let a few seconds pass before going, “Oh, and Hazel?”

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t get any ideas about eating the cookie dough again.”

Hazel barks out a laugh. “No promises, pretty girl.”

[kellycataclysm]

The story so far for Lyra and Harvey

This is long so settle in.

Let's begin with a link to my AO3.

The Words We Never Say is the story that started it all and is very nearly finished! Two chapters to go!

You could read it if you like, or you could start back at the beginning in Year Zero/One. Allow me to give you a suggested storyline to follow.

Please be reminded that the content I write is NSFW as I am writing adult relationships and they contain adult situations.

Meant To Be - A 'What If...?' tale set in the summer of Year Zero, a turning point in Lyra's life and a chance meeting with someone that may leave a lasting impression...

Ask Me Anything - Two flirtatious friends. Only one bed. An opportunity to get to know each other a little better.

Whispered Dreams of Stardust - The night of their first kiss and what happens next.

I Really Should Go - The words of two very polite people who really don't want to leave. Harvey and Lyra's first night together.

Walk of Shame - The morning after the night before for Harvey.

NEW WIP - Waiting for Your Embrace - Spirit's Eve, year one. Dressed in their finest costumes, Harvey waits for Lyra in the maze before taking her away, somewhere quiet, just the two of them...

Risky Business - Lyra and Harvey get a little carried away at the spa. What's a little risk when you're sure you've met the love of your life?

Always in my Dreams - Takes place after they said those three little words. (Let's get coffee... no, you know the ones I mean. ily.)

The Coffee Connection - Year One from Lyra's perspective.

NEW WIP - Snowbound - Harvey's Birthday, year one. Lyra and Harvey barely even notice the snowstorm outside when they only have eyes for each other. Harvey asks to try something for his birthday and Lyra is only too happy to go along for the ride. It all starts with a blindfold...

Picture Perfect - Harvey explores his feelings for Lyra while away at a medical conference.

One Weekend in Winter - Lyra and Harvey are reunited after his trip. A special moment in their relationship.

The Magic of Falling Snowflakes - Inspired by the spectacular art that I was gifted as part of our Winter Star gift exchange. Harvey moves in with Lyra and finally finds his home.

Steal Your Heart - Year One from Harvey's perspective.

Stars Before the Dawn - Just days after moving into the farmhouse, Harvey spends a relaxing morning with Lyra before the Feast in town.

A Sense of You - A fluffy story of one winter night just after Harvey moves in with Lyra.

Mirror, Mirror - Slow dancing to Billie Holiday. Champagne kisses and fireworks. New Year's Eve for Lyra and Harvey.

Texting Temptation - Harvey has to survive a day at the clinic during which Lyra sends him many tempting messages and pictures. Tease.

NEW WIP - As yet untitled one-shot. Harvey takes care of everyone. He definitely takes care of Lyra, in so many ways. Wouldn't it be nice, especially on their honeymoon, if they switched things up a little?

Wild Hearts in the Wildflowers - Lyra and Harvey in their honeymoon period, at the Flower Dance.

Echoes of Autumn, Snapshots from Spring - A collection of moments throughout their lives, inspired by Inktober and Kinktober.

My long fic, full of melancholy, yearning, fluff, and spice takes place at the end of year six, in which Stardust and Harvey have been together for five years and need some help remembering what brought them together in the first place.

Year Six also includes a small one-shot, told through the eyes of their daughter, called The Fairy Garden.

Thank you so much to the ever-generous, supremely sweet, and endlessly talented @saradika-graphics for these absolutely beautiful dividers. Go see and read everything they do! All utterly wonderful!

[spacesapphi]

"Moving Forward, Spiraling Downward Chapter 19- Father"

SURPRISE!!! As a present for the holidays I'm presenting you with a double chapter batch! This one is a bit more intense, and has a pretty large twist if I'm honest, but it's something I've wanted to make for a while. Thank you all for sticking with me

CW's for this chapter include very brief allusions to alcoholism, brief mention of death, an awful deadbeat parent, brief mentions of homophobia, and mentions of cheating (wasn't sure if i should add it as a warning but JUST in case I will)

Summary: Months into recovery, Shane is thriving. The days are getting easier to get through, he's happier in general, his relationships are improving, and he's learning to move forward. He feels on top of the world, and absolutely nothing can bring him down!… or can it? A letter comes to the ranch that puts all that Shane's learned to the test and may be just what he needs to finally put the past to rest.

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The crisp, cold winds of November rolled into the valley, the Winter drawing near. For many the Winter brought a sense of gloom, dampening the spirits of the valley's inhabitants in such a bleak, frigid season. Normally, Shane would be feeling the same, the seasonal depression having long set in. But that wouldn’t be the case this year. This year he was content, maybe even happy . It had only been a few months of him speaking to a therapist and formally battling against his struggles with drinking, but already he was seeing a great positive change. He felt lighter, getting through the day with little to no alcohol was getting easier. Life was good, and it was only getting better!

Well… until one tiny wrench was thrown into things, that is. 

The evening was well on its way, and Shane was just getting home from a trip to Grampleton, using the excuse of Winter Star shopping for his absence. That couldn't be further from the truth, however, and there was one person who could catch him in his lie immediately, one standing just behind him . Shane shut the door to his car, preparing himself and taking a deep grounding breath before he'd need to go inside. 

“What are you doing ?”

Shane nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden noise, yelping when he saw Möhle  looming overhead, looking at him skeptically. He huffed and gave them a warning glare, “The hell are you sneakin’ up on me for?”

“The hell are you sneaking around for?” Möhle  rebutted, crossing their arms.

“I don't know what you're talkin’ about,” Shane huffed, leaning against his car, “I was just going Winter Star shoppin’, that's all,”

“And you only got one thing in the 6 hours you were out?” Möhle  motioned to the small boutique bag in his hand, earning an eye-roll from Shane. 

“When the hell did you get so observant… Just-... Listen… ” he whispered, looking around for any sign of Marnie or Jas, “If you promise to never tell anyone about this, I'll talk…. But not here,”

“We can go to my barn, no one will see us there,” Möhle suggested. Shane suddenly looked worried, “Is the guy hell-bent on kickin' my ass still at your house?”

“Elliott’s not going to kick your ass, he's just looking out for me, that's what family does,” Möhle shrugged, “And nah, he's been back home for a while.” they motioned to their eye, now uncovered and healed from the incident at the fair, “Everything's healed up so he doesn’t really have a reason to stay around and help,,”

“.... Alright then. Lead the way,”

The barn was indeed quiet, spacious too. No villagers were around to eavesdrop and all the animals were still grazing outside. All that was inside was the troughs and piles of hay, and of course Shane and Möhle . Möhle  flopped back into a haystack, a puff of dust flying into the air as they landed upon it. They patted a spot beside them, coaxing Shane forward, “C’mon, sit,”

Shane flopped beside them, letting out an ‘oomph’ as his body hit the stack. The bale was much stiffer than it looked, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he began to ruminate over the day, “You promise you won't tell anyone what I'm about to say?”

“Of course, it's safe with me,”

“I'm just askin’ because if this gets out I'm gonna be-”

“ Shane . It's okay, I promise,” Möhle assured, “You know I wouldn't betray your trust like that,”

“.... I know,”, Shane leaned his head back and sighed, wrapping his arms ‘round himself in a self-soothing manner. The look in his eyes was vacant, like his mind was a million miles away. Möhle  didn't want to pry, but they couldn't deny their curiosity was piqued now. What was he hiding?

"Do you.... want to talk about what’s going on then?" They asked cautiously, rolling onto their side to face him. 

Shane blinked slowly, snapping out of his closed-off state. Clearing his throat, he spoke slowly, "I… met my dad today,"

"Oh shit ," Möhle  muttered, a tone of disbelief in their voice. As long as they could remember that fact had been a total secret. No one knew who that man was, not even Marnie . It was a secret that had been buried in the past for as long as both of them lived... So how did he ever find that out?

"How do you know? Did he find you, or-" Möhle  shook their head, "Sorry, sorry, I'm prying,"

"It's... okay," Shane forced out, "I can tell you how, if you want to hear it,"

"Only if you want to tell it,"

"Oh trust me, I do," he scoffed, “It’s a long story,”

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The Previous Morning

“Come on, it's time for breakfast, you gotta get up,”

“Can we pleaaase have waffles and ice cream today?” Jas pleaded, “I did my chores all week and I got a good grade on my test!”

Shane gave Jas a less than impressed look, “... Jas you know that’s not an option,” 

“Come on, pleaaaase !” she whined, “Just for this morning? It’s a special day!”

“Oh is it now?” Shane asked, feigning curiosity, “What’s the occasion?”

Jas neatly folded her hands in front of her, sticking up her chin and giving him a proud smirk, “Miss Penny says everyday is a special day!”

“Ohhhh,” Shane mused, giving her a nod, “Well in that case, sure!”

“Really?!”

“No.”

Jas grumbled exaggeratedly and flopped against the bed, twisting her face in disappointment. Shane leaned against the doorway, folding his arms, “Come on, get yourself ready so you can eat before Miss Penny gets here,”

Jas gave him a thumbs up in response before dramatically flopping her arm to the bed, trying her best to make him feel bad for the crime of ensuring she had a healthy meal. Shane could only shake his head and stifle back a laugh at the theatrics, turning back towards the kitchen. It smelled amazing in there, the scent of farm-fresh food wafting through the whole house. Marnie had everything made up perfectly, setting out a grand spread for the family. Even though it was only the three of them living there, she just couldn’t help but out-do herself when it came to cooking. It was simply a habit she just couldn’t break. She caught a glimpse of Shane out of the corner of her eye, giving him a smile, “Good to see you smiling again,”

“Yeah,  I’m actually feeling good, I think,” Shane shrugged nonchalantly, “I feel really… light? I haven’t felt like this since I was a little kid,”

“Well that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

Shane looked to the tiny mirror hanging in the corner of the kitchen, catching a glimpse of himself. He certainly looked much happier, healthier too. His skin was no longer a sickly hue, and the bags beneath his eyes had lightened considerably. His eyes were brighter, demeanor happier. He still had a long way to go, but his progress was undeniable. He smiled softly, feeling proud of his reflection for the first time in a while, “Yeah… it is good,”

He turned to the piles upon piles of pans on the stove, a reminder of why he never bothered to cook for himself. Far too many dishes, if you asked him, “You need help with anything in here?”

Marnie simply waved him off, “Oh I’ve got this under control! If you want, maybe you can go get the mail? I don’t believe anyone’s gotten it yet,”

Shane gave her a salute in a silly manner, turning on his heel and heading for the door, “You got it, ma,”

Sifting through the mailbox resulted in the usual junk. Advertisements, blatantly obvious scams, sign-up offers, and all the like. It was rare that anything important was sent to the ranch, and Shane honestly wondered why Marnie even bothered with looking through it. Today, however, something would catch his eye. Hidden behind stacks and stacks of junk was a letter with handwritten text on the front, much unlike the rest. But that wasn’t all that stuck out. Written on the address line was not his name, nor Marnie’s or Jas’. It was Mona’s. 

He had to do a double take, blinking in disbelief as if he’d open his eyes to see a different name on the front. Who the hell was sending her something? Everytime Shane felt like a mystery about his family was drawing to a close, something like this happened. Another thing would land right in his lap and send him back to step one. He just couldn’t take his eyes away from that name, staring at those four little letters that made up her name in complete disbelief. 

“Anything good today?”

Shane jumped at the sound of Marnie’s voice, quickly cramming the letter into his jacket pocket before she could see it, “Nothin’ today, ma,”

Marnie raised a brow, entirely unconvinced by his tone, “Shane, what’s wrong?”

“ Nothin’, I promise,” he lied, “Just… thought I saw an expensive bill. It’s just junk, though,”

Reluctantly, she nodded in response. Marnie knew Shane all too well to know he was entirely telling the truth, but she decided not to press any further for now, “Alright… Well if it is just junk, why don't you come in and eat? I spent too long cooking for breakfast to go cold,”

“Yeah… I’ll be right there,” 

That damn letter just about burned a hole through his pocket all day. It could be nothing much, he supposed. Maybe an old acquaintance checking up on her for the first time in years, perhaps a penpal. Part of him wanted to check the return address, but pulling the letter out might draw Marnie's attention, and Yoba knew he didn't want that. No matter what it was though, Shane was grossly interested. Another piece of his mother’s life was sitting right there in his pocket, and it was all he could think about. He wondered if he should just bite the bullet and tell Marnie or still keep it to himself. The options weighed back and forth the entire day. Through work in the barn, lunch, daily chores, and dinner, that damn letter was all Shane could think about. 

Finally the day drew to a close. Jas was fast asleep in bed, leaving Shane and Marnie to lock up for the night. Marnie couldn’t help but notice he was rushing to complete his chores, like he was trying for some new record. It was… suspicious, to say the least. She approached him quietly, folding her arms, “Shane, tell me what’s wrong,”

He flinched, turning around to face her slowly. Worry was etched onto his face, looking like a child who was caught misbehaving. He quickly gave her an unconvincing smile, “Nothin’s wrong, promise,”

“Shane.” Marnie scolded, “You know it doesn’t help any of us to lie or hide things. Just tell me what’s going on,”

Shane’s smile fell once more, the worry reappearing on his face, “Listen, can we just talk about it later ?”

“... You promise you’ll talk about it, though?”

“I swear,” Shane nodded, knowing full well he was likely lying, as guilty as that made him feel. He slipped a hand into his pocket, feeling the crushed up letter stuffed in the bottom. Against her better judgement, Marnie decided to believe him, “Alright… have a goodnight then, sweetheart,”

“You too,” Shane chirped, slowly backing up towards his bedroom door as he watched Marnie walk to her own. As soon as she was out of sight he dashed into his room, locking the door behind him. Finally, he pulled the letter from his pocket, wasting not even a moment in tearing it open. The suspense was absolutely killing him at this point, and he couldn't wait a moment longer to find out what it said. Unfolding the crinkled paper inside, he scanned over the page, reading what would perhaps be the most shocking letter he’d seen in his life. 

Mona,

I know it's been decades since we parted ways, and I was wrong for leaving you like that. There hasn't been a day where I haven't regretted it. I don't have an excuse, but you're owed an explanation. 

When we were together, I was already married. It was rocky, there was so much fighting. During that time I found comfort in you, and I started to love you. But over time, I started to feel guilty. I wanted to make things right with my wife. I had a family to worry about, and I needed to be there for them, even if it meant breaking your heart.

So much has happened that made me realize I have to fix things. In the last few years my marriage finally fell apart. My wife and I never saw eye to eye on some things, one of them being our son. He was always an odd one, never quite agreed with his lifestyle. Then one day we got into an argument and I reacted terribly. In anger I disowned him, kicked him out. I regret that now, especially now that I can never apologize to him. We recently found out he passed away, and that was the final straw for my wife. She was so upset when we got the news, angry at me for shoving him away, and she left me. In the span of a day I fully lost two people I cared for most. It's made me think a lot, it made me remember how I lost you too.

 I understand if you don't want to see me, but I'd love to see you and finally meet our kid someday. I wish Jason was still here to meet them too. 

- Gerard Anderson

“What the fuck…” Shane whispered, his voice warbling, “This has to be a fuckin’ prank, there’s no way it’s not,”

But how could it be? Who would know enough about Shane's past to even think of something like this, and who would be evil enough to write it as a prank? The simple answer was no one. The only explanation was that it was real, no matter what he wanted to believe. 

“What a fuckin’ piece of shit ,” Shane hissed, “Not even a ��sorry’? What, does he think he’s too good for that?! The asshole abandoned us and he doesn’t even have the decency to pretend he’s sorry! And then he asks to see me?!”

He paced across the room, gripping the paper tight. He was seething , face red and hot, teeth gritted so hard he feared they may shatter. Shane was absolutely seeing red, rage building in him with each passing second.

“And fuck off with the ‘we got in an argument’ part. Jason told me all about that. He got disowned because that man’s a homophobic piece of shit!” he grumbled to himself, throwing up his hands for emphasis, “I always knew he was a piece of garbage, but this? This is worse. I fuckin’ hate his da-”

He cut himself off, a realization clicking in his mind, one that made him feel woozy, “ .... our dad,” he whispered. He felt his eyes begin to sting with tears, an overwhelming feeling rushing through him, one he couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. He slowly sat atop his bed, staring at the opposing wall as he began to process that fact. Jason wasn't just ‘like’ a brother to him… he was his brother.

Everything was completely, entirely given new context. Every interaction with Jason, every day spent grieving, the last conversation he had with him. His best friend in this entire world was connected to him in a far deeper way. How strange fate was to bring them together the way it did. To make them roommates in university, teammates on the same varsity team, best friends, brothers. It was entirely incomprehensible. Exciting, yet absolutely terrifying . The thought just kept running through his head, lifting his spirit, letting joy swell in his heart. All until it sunk again when he remembered the situation that led to him discovering it.

He turned the envelope over to look at the return address. It was somewhere in Grampleton, a city not all too far from Pelican Town. Shane remembered going there many a time when Marnie made him tag along for errands. Hell, that was where the school all the towns kids used to be bussed to was. It wouldn't be much trouble to get there at all. Wasn't like he had much to do either. Business at the ranch was slow and he'd been long fired for his absences at JojaMart. He just had to come up with an excuse to go into town. Then, and only then, would one of the last loose ends be tied together. The last grand mystery of his life would be laid to rest.

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“Yoba…” Möhle  breathed out, still in shock, “So that makes you-”

“Yeah. I’m his brother, and Jas’ uncle, I guess,” he mumbled, “ Fuck, it was so hard hearing her call me that today.”

“What does your aunt think about it?” 

Shane bit his lip, suddenly looking more nervous. Möhle  raised a brow, looking at him intently, “Shane…?”

“I… still haven’t told her,” he admitted with a sigh, “I don’t know how to. I don’t even know if I will , honestly,”

“Don't you think she deserves to know? It's her family too, Shane,” Möhle  scolded. 

“Mö she has threatened to kill my dad if she met him every damn time he's been brought up in a conversation. If I tell her about this, she's gonna be in jail by the end of the week,” Shane huffed, “Besides there's just so much goin’ on already… I don't want to upset her more,”

Möhle  thought about it for a moment before shrugging in agreement, “Makes sense, I guess… What did you do about all this, though?”

“Well…” Shane started, “ That's why I was in Grampleton today,”

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Shane had been staring at the return address on the envelope for almost an hour, looking back and forth between the words on the paper and the house in front of him. This had to be it. A little townhouse in the heart of Grampleton, unassuming to most, but holding the key to one of the biggest secrets in his life. All Shane had to do was walk up to that door, knock, and introduce himself to his father. But he couldn’t bring himself to even get out of the car. Something kept him stuck inside, made him feel full of lead. He was just frozen. Was it fear? Was it reluctance? He just wasn’t sure. All he did know was that he couldn’t do this. 

He wasn’t even sure he wanted to see the man, if he was honest. He’d heard plenty of stories from Jason’s own mouth, about all the anger and mistreatment in that home, how miserable his father could be. The man would screech and scream, bringing down everyone with him. He sounded like an incorrigible, despicable man. And even though that was the case, something made Shane oh so morbidly curious about seeing him. Perhaps it was the need for closure. So many loose ends had been tied up so neatly now, but this was one that just hadn’t been figured out. He had a chance to change that now, and the answers to one of his biggest questions sat merely 10 feet away. 

But again, the man was despicable. Abandoning him and his mother, treating Jason that way, betraying his wife like that… The man was pure evil. Shane knew people could change and try to make amends, but was it possible for someone like Gerard to do so? Did he even deserve a chance? He just didn't know. Maybe it was a mistake to come here. Maybe he should just go home. But even though he couldn't bring himself to step out of the car, he also couldn't bring himself to leave either.

“Just do it already ,” he thought to himself, “All you have to do is knock, just-”

His train of thought was cut off by a harsh knock at his car window, one so rough he was almost surprised the glass didn’t shatter. Turning his attention to the person standing outside, he nearly felt his heart stop. Looming outside of the car was a haggard, aging man, one who looked not so happy to see him. His expression was sunken in and miserable, beady eyes glaring at Shane intently. Stringy, unkempt and graying purple hair hung in front of his pale face, casting a shadow over his sullen features. It almost felt like Shane was looking at a version of himself from some future where he did continue down his destructive path. There was no mistaking it, no mistaking it at all. The man standing here now was his father. Hands shaking, he rolled down the window, allowing Gerard to lean in closer.

“Who the hell are you?” he hissed, “What are you doing in front of my house? You some solicitor? Got a petition you want me to sign?”

“No, sir, I’m-”

“You a damn cop?!”

Shane hastily held up the letter in his hands, handing it over to the enraged man. Gerard snatched the paper from him, scanning over it intensely. Soon enough his harrowed expression softened once he began to recognize the letter. He slowly lowered it, looking at Shane with awe. His mind no longer clouded by anger, he could see his son clearly. He had his hair and Mona's eyes, completely unmistakable. Gerard took a shaky breath before motioning towards his home, “Do… Do you want to come inside?”

The inside of his father's home was… bleak. It felt almost empty, very little furniture filled the interior, and the furniture that was there was all some shade of gray or sterile white. The walls were nearly bare as well, save for two faded family photos in the entryway, one of which Shane had remembered Jason showing him years ago. There was an echo with every step you took, and an overwhelming weight in the air. Shane almost felt like he was walking into another reality rather than his fathers home. He followed Gerard through a narrow hall that opened into the small living room, finding it slightly fuller than the rest of the house. His father motioned for him to take a seat on one of the old couches, watching his every step anxiously. 

“So…” the older man started, sinking into the chair across from Shane, drumming his fingers across his knee nervously, “What’s your name, son?”

Shane internally winced at being called ‘son’. Those words coming from that man's mouth felt vile to say the least. He folded his arms across his chest, clearing his throat, “It’s Shane. Shane Aaron Yoder,”  he stated with pride.

“She gave you her last name, hmm? Not surprised, honestly,” Gerard gruffed. His expression grew softer for just a second at the mention of her, “... Your mother won't be joining us, will she? I-I don't blame her. I’m guessing she’s angry at me?”

“She's dead ,” Shane stated bluntly, glaring at him with a cold intensity. Gerard's expression dropped, his face growing paler, “Oh… I'm so sorry, son I-”

“Stop calling me that, please ,” Shane grumbled, trying his best to keep his composure. Everytime he heard that word it felt like a stab in the heart, and he could go his entire life without hearing it again. Gerard looked as if he was about to protest Shane’s request before solemnly nodding and retreating back into himself. 

“You must think I’m some sort of monster,” he bemoaned, “But I had my reasons for what I’ve done, you’ve read them, I’m sure,”

“I did… and I do,” Shane droned on. He felt a strange contempt grow in him, his foot tapping from his little nervous tic that kept rearing its head. His father seemed to ignore it, far too focused on his own feelings to even begin noticing. 

“I always meant to reach out to you, but everytime it just felt wrong . Soon the years just kept passing me by and… honestly…. I forgot about you and your mother,” he admitted, “After finding out about Jason’s death it all came back to me, so I wrote that letter.”

Shane didn’t respond, feeling himself turn angrier by the moment. He just ‘forgot’ about them? Forgot about the lives he ruined, the pain he caused? How could someone just forget that? It made him angry, boiled his blood to think about it. And to watch him say it so nonchalantly, like he was recounting a mere story he read, it added another layer to the animosity. But he didn’t let it be seen, not now. 

“I’m glad I did though,” Gerard gave him a grin, “This can be a new start for us as a family!”

“... What?” 

“Oh come on Shane, we’re family, we should act like it!” Gerard mused, “Wouldn’t you like that?”

That was the last straw for Shane. He leaned forward in his seat, lunging closer towards his father, “You don't get to just walk into my life like this and act like everything’s fine !”

“I just wanted to get to know you,” Gerard explained, feeling himself grow defensive, “I’ve already lost my other son, and I lost him when we were on bad terms. I just wanted-”

“I’m not a replacement for him! I'm not some… spare that you can just throw away and forget about until you need it!” Shane snapped, shooting up from his seat, “And I know aaaaall about why you were on ‘bad terms’. Kicked him out because you’re a homophobic piece of shit . And you know what? If you knew a single damn thing about me you’d disown me for the same thing and more!”

Gerard looked shocked, appalled even. To be yelled at by Shane in that way, in their first real conversation, he was entirely taken aback. How did he even know about that part too? Slowly his shocked expression switched to one of rage, a defensive wall building around him, “I reach out to you, invite you to my home , and this is how you talk to me? I didn’t have to do this, you know. I wanted to because I wanted to be kind! ”

“Are you serious?” Shane questioned in pure disbelief. Was he genuinely acting like doing this was somehow doing Shane a favor ? Did he think that this was supposed to make up for 31 years of nothing? Shane’s face grew red and blazing hot, an anger he hadn’t felt before bubbling in him. If he were the man he used to be, he’d cause a scene, lash out, scream. But as angry as he was, he couldn’t muster the strength to go after him the way he once would have, the way he always imagined he would in this situation. Clenching his fists tight, Shane resigned himself, speaking slowly and carefully, “This was a fuckin’ mistake ,” and with that, he turned away, striding out of the home as fast as he could.

He could hear his father yell and call out to him, but he couldn’t care to listen to the words he said. It just sounded like a cacophony of screeches, anger and venom dripping from that man’s voice, poisoning the air. But Shane decided he didn’t care. He didn’t need Gerard, he never did. He’d gone 31 wonderful years without needing him, and he’d keep it that way. 

Getting back into his car, Shane could feel a buzz of adrenaline within him, one that resonated in every bone and inch of flesh. His mind was clouded with frustration. He regretted coming here, regretted even having the idea. But in a way, somehow , he was glad for it. All his life Shane felt like he was missing out on something by not knowing that man. But now? He knew he was better off without him. He couldn’t even imagine the life he would’ve had with Gerard in it, and he didn’t want to. His real family was at home, and that’s all he needed. He didn’t need his father. He never did. Turning the key in his car, he drove off, taking a slow, peaceful route through town, feeling the adrenaline slowly wind down. He became more content in his decision to leave, feeling even proud of himself for it. Today was a true test of his resilience, and he believed he came out stronger than ever. 

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“Aaaaand that leads us to now,” Shane sighed. He looked to his friend, seeing Möhle  just silently take it in, nodding slowly as they reflected on his words. They ran a hand through their hair, exhaling deeply before they spoke, “Are you okay, though?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… That’s a lot, Shane,” Möhle  motioned outwards for emphasis, “You sure you’re alright after that?”

Shane let himself think for just a moment before a small smile came onto his face, “Yeah… I think I am. It’s hard, it fuckin’ sucks too, honestly. But I can deal with it. I’ll be just fine.”

“Sounds like those appointments are workin, huh?”

“Hell yeah they are,” Shane laughed. He leaned his head back on the haystack, turning his head to look at Möhle , “Thanks for lettin’ me talk about it, Mö… and for lettin' me in,”

Möhle  smiled softly, their eyes crinkling in the corners, “I’m just glad you’re doing better… You look happier, you’ve changed. But that’s a good thing. I haven’t seen you this happy since we were kids,”

“I think I just realized I have a lot to be grateful for. A lot to live for too,” Shane mused. He looked up to the ceiling, seeing the sunset shine through the barn's skylight, “Why shouldn’t I be happy about it? Why should I let that asshole ruin it for me?”

“You know, the fact that you could get through that without breaking is… awesome actually,” Möhle  observed, “I don’t think I could have that strength,”

“I don’t think that’s true, but thanks,” Shane smiled, “Means a lot from you,”

“So… what’s next?” Möhle  asked, “Like, what are you gonna do?”

“Well in general I’m just gonna work on myself. Find a new hobby, get myself out there… I just wanna focus on stayin' happy…” Shane sat up, holding up the boutique bag with one hand, a grin on his face, “But today I think I just need to get an early Winter Star present home to my kid,”

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Jas sat atop a bale in the living room-turned storage room, contentedly reading over a book Penny had assigned to her. It was a short collection of classics, each story more fascinating to her than the last. She enjoyed having them as an escape, something to go away to when the going was rough. Even with how much everything had improved, there was still an air of tension deep down in that home, an air she wanted to forget. Books were her way of escaping, her way of finding a world where her problems were as far away as they could be. But perhaps tonight, many of them could be solved.

The front door swung open, Shane stepping in with an excited smile on his face. He peeked around the corner to look for his goddaughter, finding her still atop that little bale, “Jassy, can you come here?”

Jas jumped at the intrusion, smiling once she realized it was her godfather standing there. She quickly put the book down, ensuring she dog-eared the last page she was on for safekeeping before hopping down from her spot to meet him in the foyer, “You’re home!”

Shane held up the bag, “I’ve got presents too!” he laughed when he saw how her eyes lit up, her purple irises glimmering the moment ‘presents’ was uttered. She tried to contain her excitement, keeping herself restrained from just snatching the bag from his hands, but Shane could see that she was about to burst from anticipation. Gently he handed it down to her, feeling excited himself as he watched her tear into the bag. 

Pulling a white, ribbon adorned box from inside, Jas made quick work of untying it, excitedly opening the lid to find the most spectacular present inside. Amongst layers of decorated tissue paper were sparkly pink ballet slippers with the cutest little bunny faces at the toe tips, and just her size too! Jas had seen these little bunny jewel slippers in every catalogue and commercial, and though she rarely said anything about them, Shane always saw how much her face lit up at the sight of them. And now she had them, real genuine bunny jewel slippers, just for her! She gingerly pulled them out of the box, looking at him in complete awe, “These are mine?”

“Who else, kiddo?” Shane laughed. He kneeled down to her level, giving her a grand smile, “I mean, if you don’t like them I can just-”

“I do, I do!” Jas hurriedly confirmed, earning another boisterous laugh from Shane, “Just messin’ with you, Jas!... You like them though, right?”

“Yes yes, yes!” she squealed, holding the slippers close to her heart. Her smile dropped ever so slightly as a thought came to mind, “But… aren’t they super extra expensive? How’d you get them?”

Shane shrugged nonchalantly, “Yeah, I guess they were. But I cut back on an expensive habit! Got a lot more spending money now,”

Jas’ face fell further, her demeanor suddenly much sadder. She set down the slippers, holding her hands close to her, almost nervously. She had wanted to forget about that honestly, wanted that problem to not overshadow yet another happy moment in life. Shane frowned, picking up on the shift in her behavior as quick as ever, “You know… I’m really sorry about everything, Jas. Everything that’s happened; the fighting, everything I said and did. I know it’s hurt you, and I’m so sorry . You’re just a little kid, you shouldn’t have to deal with all these grown up problems,”

He sighed and folded his hands, setting them in his lap, “I didn’t say those things because I wanted to hurt you or aendi, I promise. It’s not your fault either, never was. My brain, it’s just… sick . It’s hard to explain, but it makes me feel sad and tired a lot,”

“Is that why you’re goin’ to a doctor?” Jas asked. Shane nodded, giving her a weak smile, “Yeah… I’m gettin’ help, real help, and you wanna know why?”

Jas raised a brow, seemingly skeptical of what would come next. In return, Shane picked up the slippers and held them up to her, “I’m gettin’ help because I need to be better for you, Jas. You deserve to be happy, and to have a happy, family. I know I’ve been breakin’ promises and that I haven’t been actin’ right. But you deserve better. And you’re allowed to feel angry, or sad, or scared about all of it. I won’t be upset at you for it,”

Jas slowly reached out for the slippers, feeling tears bubble at the corners of her eyes. She sniffled and wiped them away, speaking softly, “You’re not gonna go anywhere either…?”

“Nuh-uh,” Shane affirmed. He held out his pinky finger, motioning it to her, “I know it might be hard to believe me, but I really promise that I’m going to do better. I need to be a better dad to you, and I know I can be. Being there for you is the most important thing I can do… Someone showed me that today,”

Her dad. Shane actually, finally, referred to himself as her dad . Jas couldn’t believe it. Everytime someone had assumed so in the past he’d corrected them, and every single time Jas wished and prayed he wouldn’t. She just wished for once in her life that he would say “yes, I am her father,”. And finally he did. For the first time Jas truly felt like a proper part of this family, and it felt better than she could’ve ever imagined. Unable to contain herself any longer, she threw the slippers to the side, throwing herself into him as she sobbed. Shane squeezed her tight, letting her cry it out on his shoulder, “It’s okay, kiddo, just let it out…”

So she did. The two of them sat on that floor, holding each other tight, healing something that was terribly broken in that home. The loose ends had finally been tied together, and while not everything was fixed, the road ahead seemed less rocky. Jas could finally see and believe in a bright, happy future, one where her family was truly whole. One where everyone was loved. 

Shane picked up one of the slippers that had been cast beside him, handing it back to his daughter, “Do you wanna try on your bunny jewel slippers now?”

“Yes, please!”

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Mikey Way debuts his Dark Horse Comics series, Christmas 365

Anna Zanes | July 24, 2024

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It might still be sunny out, but Mikey Way is stuck on Christmas. Alongside co-writer Jonathan Rivera and illustrator Piotr Kowalski, with Brad Simpson on colors, the My Chem guitarist-cum-graphic novelist (Electric Century, Collapser) has announced Christmas 365, an upcoming series with Dark Horse Comics, also home to Gerard Way’s Paranoid Gardens and The Umbrella Academy. This oddly feel-good story, bizarre and magical as it is loaded with gallows humor, follows the arc of Peter Rockwell and his family as they navigate the treacherous holiday season, aided by some words of wisdom from a strip mall Santa. Way describes the surreal satire astutely: “Like most kids growing up, I would often fantasize, ‘What if [Christmas] never had to end?’ That very thought was what sparked this story.” Though it's got the spirit of The Nightmare Before Christmas and the kooky suburban charm of Better Off Dead — this team has created a series that’s fresh, surprising, a bit spooky, and entirely their own. 

In speaking to their process, AP connected with co-writers Way and Rivera. “Finally being able to tell this story is a real dream come true! The idea came about a decade ago, and there were plenty of starts and stops in the process,” Way shares. “Putting it in comic form felt like the perfect way to tell the story exactly how we envisioned it after so many years of wanting to share it with the world. Let's be honest, I don't think there's a kid alive who hasn't wished Christmas would never end. Haven't we all fantasized about it being something we got to live day after day?” He continues, “I saw this as an opportunity to tell a funny but heartfelt story, in the vein of all of the classic ’80s and ’90s Christmas movies that I loved so much. I remember watching Home Alone and National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation back to back one night and wondering, ‘What story is left to tell?’ An hour or two later, the framework for Christmas 365 was born.”

The connection between co-writers has been an ongoing one, though this project sees it come to fruition. “It's been really fulfilling getting to finally write a story with Jonathan Rivera, who is one of my best friends — I think we've known each other over 20 years now,” Way says. As for the rest of the highly experienced team, “Piotr Kowalski and Brad Simpson brought the story to life exactly as we imagined, giving it the feel and imagery of a ’90s Christmas movie through and through. Daniel Chabon has been a terrific editor to work with and really helped us keep the story focused. I am sure this goes without saying, but it has been a real honor to be able to put out a comic under the Dark Horse banner. The folks over there have always been super kind and supportive to me, and have a rich history with my brother. So to be joining the ‘family’ with my own story to tell is pretty surreal!” 

Rivera, also known for Cave Carson Has a Cybernetic Eye, adds, “Mikey and I had been talking about this story for a while, but it really started to come together as a comic during the pandemic. We’re living in stressful times, so it felt so cathartic to work on such a sweet and strange story about forgiveness and spending time with the people we love. It’s also the type of story we rarely see in comics, and that made me really excited as well.” 

For the writer, a goal has been achieved with this project. Dark Horse has long been a northern star in the industry for Rivera, who caps the chat off with, “I’ve been a fan of Dark Horse comics since I picked up their first Aliens vs. Predator miniseries as a kid. I later worked with them when I ran the official Myspace for The Umbrella Academy back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth. So it brings me great joy to come home again with a book that means so much to me!”

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(Thanks)Giving Season

Characters: Kang Seul-gi (Seulgi), Male Husband (Reader), Husband's Brother

Tags: Cheating, Cuckold, Kitchen Sex, Blowjob, Watching, Caught, Condom, Rough Sex, Forced Submission, Thanksgiving, Cum in Pussy, Abs, Cum Eating

Words: 2941

Author's Note: Hi Hiiiii terra here!!! Been a while since I posted, sorry for that. Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving. Personally I don't celebrate it but I hope to those who did, you guys enjoy it <33 As the tags show it's gonna be a cuckold smut so if it's not your thing, oh well. Enjoy <33

Reader's POV

Thanksgiving. Not the best holiday to be honest, never understood the hype behind it but at least now I have a day off from work to spend some time with my wife, Seulgi. Work has been brutal for me so our time together is precious to me. Opening the front door with a smile to greet her that I'm home, only for me that smile to slowly fade away. "Oh hi, honey!" Seulgi smiled, waving at me as I see her talking to a guest. "Oh hey lil' bro, long time no see hm?" My brother, a person who I haven't seen in years actually. I actually don't bond well with my family in general, which is why my personal time is mostly dedicated to my wife Seulgi. "Hey...what're you doing here?" I asked, an eyebrow lifted as I start to make myself at ease, putting my stuff down and joining my wife and my brother around the living room.

"Awww don't be too cold, lil' bro. Just wanted to see my family for Thanksgiving you know." He gave a big grin, a face that makes me feel so annoyed for some reason, always been all my life. "Now now boys. Let's not be like that, okay? We need to get things done for Thanksgiving" My breath got stuck through my throat. She's right, it's not like I have much time to spend with Seulgi, and I'm not gonna waste the time I get now by arguing with this dumbass. She had planned to cook something special for tonight, so she brought us both to the kitchen, showing the turkey she planned on roasting, only to find it rotten. "Oh fuck! Nooo that fucking butcher lied to me." Now with no turkey, we can't have the so called Thanksgiving spirit. My big brother can't drive, which means there's only one thing I can do now. "I'll go buy you a new one hun. Don't worry about it" Seulgi's eyes sparkled and hugged me tight, euphoric as now her problem has a solution. "Awww thank you sweetheart. I love you." A kiss on the lips I received from my loving wife, followed by her warm smile that just melts my heart. I got myself ready, grabbing my keys and look back to my wife and wave. "I love you Seulgi. And take care of my wife okay?" I looked to my big brother, I don't really like him but I'm sure family still care for each other. "Oh no worries lil bro. Your wife's safe with me."

Seulgi's POV

I'm glad my husband is around to help me with the turkey. It was silly of me to not realize it was rotting. Oh well, I just have to start prepping food for now. My husband is a big fan of Italian food so I thought making him some fettuccine alfredo might make him happy. Dropping the pasta to boil them while I prepare the sauce was pretty much light work for me, I'm used to working alone in the kitchen since my husband isn't often in the house anyways. I checked around and notice my brother-in-law looking deep into my eyes, sometimes shifting to my cooking elsewhere. "Smells good Seulgi. My brother must be happy to have you." His low voice echoes the kitchen. I didn't know how to respond to that but only smile awkwardly, what a weird thing to say I thought. "Oh come on beautiful. Don't be shy. Live a little we're family right? Nothing wrong with a little compliment, especially if it's for a pretty woman like you~" he kept on going with his praises and weird antics, which start to make me get goosebumps. His footsteps felt heavy but firm, slowly inching closer to me as he started to lean towards me, looking at the pot of fettuccini I'm preparing followed by a sniff, trying to smell the food, or so I thought. His face was closer to my hair than it was to my cooking which made me feel a little uncomfortable and insecure as the thoughts in my head start to turn into a reality. He's groping me!

With his hands reaching under my apron and gripping my chest through shielded by the cloth of my clothes, it was hard to push him away since he's so big and muscular. "W-wait. Please don't do this, your brother won't like this." I mumbled, squirming a bit as I'm overpowered, my whole body held tight as my brother-in-law completely gropes me for his pleasure. "Oh no worries beautiful. Your husband ain't doing shit on me. Now let me see how good you feel." His wide grin send shivers down my spine, but when he started to pull my face for a kiss, I felt unreal. My whole life I've only had intimate relationships with my husband so this felt so bad, but not like my brother-in-law cares about it.

"Mmmh Seulgi. You're quite the curvy babe aren't you?" He chuckled, now biting my lips as he has full control over me. I can't escape and just let him use me, hoping my husband can come just in time to save me from this creep. His hard bulge is pressing on my ass cheeks and it's disgusting, having another man than my own husband using me for pleasure. After a few minutes of making out, he pulled out and gave a big grin. "Well time for the real thing bitch. Get down there." My in law now guides me to be on my knees, facing his stifling bulge before he pulled his pants off, showing his erection pointing straight at me. It's huge. Bigger than anything I've ever seen, it made me nervous since I know what's next.

"Well what're you waiting for hoe? Get to it." His thick length started slapping on my face, making me whimper in inferiority. My husband did tell me how much of an asshole he is, and how violent he can be, so I have no other choice. My mouth slowly opened up as I slowly accepted his cock, taking it in inch by inch. It felt so wrong, the way is thick meat makes me choke just by putting the tip in, the way his hands rub on my cheeks and how I'm actually cheating on my husband right now. "Good girl Seulgi. Just need a little bit of...enthusiasm." As he kept his dominant persona going, his wishes are all coming to a reality as he uses me as he please. His hands are on the back of my head, plunging his cock inside as he thrust his hips back and forth. It hurts. My husband isn't as big nor as rough as his brother so this is all new to me. "ghhhh GAAAAK-!" My mouth just kept on making weird noises and choking sounds as he continues his barrages of mouth fucking on my throat, drilling my mouth and using me as a sex object.

Reader's POV

Phew! That took a while. turkey secured, and it's fresh from the oven. Too bad traffic isn't really on my side today, man why does life hate me so much. But all that complaining will soon end as I reached home, excited to see my wife. Creaking the door open I was greeted by nothing by a strange noise, a woman who sounded like she was choking over something. I went to explore my own home, looking for the source of the odd sound as I reached the kitchen. Just like the turkey, my heart fell. Seeing my wife sucking on my brother's cock, bobbing her head back and forth just made me feel sick. "Oh, you're finally here lil bro. Gimme a sec!" He grunted as he pulled out, stroking his 8-inch length while looking down at Seulgi. "Open your mouth, beauty, I wanna cum on that face." He ordered, which my wife seems to obey despite taking a few seconds to follow. I can hear a few sobs coming from her. is it shame, is it resent, or is it just the aftereffect from a rough face fucking she just went through. Regardless, it seems my brother enjoyed my wife a lot when he unloaded his load all on her face, splattering everywhere from her forehead to her chin.

Seulgi's face turned away, looking very shy and scared. "Honey..." I tried to approach her, wanting to know what's going on when my she stopped me in my tracks. "I'm sorry baby. He...he made me do this." She sobbed, looking down to the floor as cum dripped down her face. I had a dead stare to my brother, my face inclining so our eyes exchange eye contact. In those few seconds, memories of how much my brother overpower me in any way came back. How he's physically, mentally and even academically superior to me, which makes him so much better than me. I want to confront, I want him to pay. But with what has happened my whole life, it may be best to just give in, I don't have a choice. I could only walk towards Seulgi, holding her tight and give her a gentle soft kiss. "I love you, Seulgi." the kiss ended, interrupted by the after taste of my brother's semen on my lips. After that I just wiped my wife's face with a clean cloth before walking away cowardly. I need to take my mind off of this, and staying in the kitchen won't help me. I took one last look at my brother, sighing. "She's yours." A defeated frown sticked to my face face as the words flew out of my mouth, and my feet drags across the room.

My words seem to influence my brother for some reason. As soon as I sat on the couch, I couldn't distract myself no matter what is on the TV. My mind still wanders in the kitchen where my brother shreds my wife's clothes off, completely taking advantage of the situation where both me and Seulgi are mentally lost. I could hear banging noises coming from the sink, making my lewd mind imagine how Seulgi looked getting fucked by another man, it made me hard. My penis pitching a tent from my imaginations running wild from the voices that both Seulgi and my brother make aroused me and made me touch myself while fully clothed. A pathetic loser touching himself through his pants while his wife gets fucked rough that is me. Soon I can see the pair walking out of the kitchen both half naked. Seulgi seems to have less resistance towards my brother and just embraces him now. "I'm sorry honey." i stared at the floor, ashamed of my incompetence. Seulgi didn't reply with a single word, instead her facial expression is more than enough to show the disgust she had towards me for giving in too easily.

Seems like they weren't done. No, seems like they were just getting started. My brother sat next to me on the couch, butt-naked while Seulgi climbed up on him, riding his bigger cock as her tight pussy gapes open for her. "Nghhhh ahhh~! Yeah daddy, fuck me, fuck my tight little pussy!" Seulgi's moans and words were like a knife to me, humiliating me as I just looked at my unintended tent, with nobody but myself to please it. I could only resist so much. The bounces Seulgi made, the sheer size of my brother destroying my wife's vagina, the way I was completely ignored. It was degrading me, but at the same time turning me on more, I eventually gave in to my urges and started jacking off, stroking at the site of live porn acted by my wife and my brother. And they both seem to ignore me, it's as if I'm not even there and they just fucked like they've been doing it together for years. "Nghhh fuck Seulgi you little bitch! You love this cock huh? You love it more than you love your husband's? My cock is better than my brother's isn't it?" The questions he asked showed how they both can see me, I'm not invisible, at least not literally. "Nghhh~ yes daddy. Daddy's cock is just too good. My husband feels like a shrimp compared to yours daddy." That single line from my own wife broke me, made me lose myself as I screamed while rubbing my shaft so fast and uncontrollably. It made me cum, splashing drops of dilute cum on my pants. It made me huff and puff for some reason. I've had sex quite some time with Seulgi, but none of them drained me as much as this. I felt like I could pass out, so I retreated and moved to my bedroom to find clarity.

When I thought being alone in the bedroom was enough, it wasn't. My brother crashed in with Seulgi, holding her in his arms carrying like newly weds. They were making out which made me slightly irritated. Again they ignored my existence and just jump on the bed, forcing me to lay on just a small fraction of the mattress. Their make out session broke up and Seulgi now traced back to my brother's long hard shaft. I could've sworn he came a few times already and yet he's still rock solid and raring for more. Seulgi's pretty mouth enveloped his cock, slowly lowering her head before moving back up, and a slow cycle continues as she sucked my brother's cock. What's worse is how I can see our wedding rind on Seulgi's hand, shining to me while her fingers wrap around my brother's shaft. My wife's head game kept on as she went faster after a while, only for my brother to stop her and lift her face up. They made out, making me feel uncomfortable yet so turned on before changed positions, Seulgi's pussy directly above my face.

"I'll fill you up, bitch-" My brother grunted as a tight smack echoes the room, leaving a red handprint on Seulgi's ass. It made Seulgi scream out a submissive moan too and a drop of cum dripped down her pussy and onto my face. It seems like they didn't want to waste any time and went straight to business, with their two bodies connecting, my brother's cock penetrating my wife's pussy and I got the best, or worst view to see it happening. "Ngaaah~! Aaaaah aahhh yessss~!" Seulgi's moans became vocal, the opposite of her behaviour a while back. She's just lost in lust, just like me it seems. "Harder daddy pleaseeee~" She plead, her head twisting back to face my brother acting like it's only them in the room and I'm nowhere in the scene. "Fuucckkk shut the fuck up slut. I didn't tell you can order me around." With a rough yank on her her, Seulgi's moans became only louder. With precum from both of their private parts leaking on me, I couldn't have felt more humiliated, but somehow I'm happy. It made me feel content to listen to my wife's sweet and loud moans, even if it's not from me.

"Mmmh~ Daddy's cock is getting bigger in me oh god!" Her pussy bulges as she finished her sentence. He's about to cum, isn't he, I thought. "Nghhh yeaahhh...fuck I'm gonna fucking fill you up Seulgi!" He grunted, digging his nails into her hips as my brother starts to buckle his hips harder until eventually he came, bursting inside my wife. There's so much cum inside it was up to a point where the cum from the pair drips down on me, covering my face with cum. It was embarassing, having them cum on me in my bed in this manner and cuck me. After all that, Seulgi finally looked at me. "Do you want to cum baby?" Her words are still as sweet as ever, but her expressions sure seemed cold, of course I'd say yes. I was so eager to put my cock in her until she stopped me, handing me over an S size condom.

Of course, it was a bit too tight for me but I don't feel much physical pain. I ended up finally getting to fuck my wife, despite only by wearing a small condom. My thrusts were clear to be ineffective, as Seulgi's fake moans just makes me so humiliated and degraded. "Fuuuck hunny! It feels so good!" I screamed, getting closer to my climax despite only being a few thrusts in. "Mhm, okay sure. Cum then baby" Her replies seem to be short and uninteresting. It just fuels up my self-degradation which made me cum so much sperm in the condom, filling it up. "Aaaaah, nghhhh~" My whimpers were so weak, it sounded like I could faint any moment. But my wife wouldn't let me yet, not after being a coward and not standing up for his wife. She pulled off the condom from my cock and spilt it on her stomach, making her abs more defined. "Eat it" She ordered, and I had no choice but to oblige. Licking and cleaning my wife's fit body, cleaning her abs from my worthless cum felt both horrible and amazing at the same time, most probably because of how fucked my mind is at this point. I felt defeated and lay on my back beside Seulgi, before hearing her whisper. "I love you honey~" followed by a sweet giggle before my brother joins back in bed with her. Sure she still says she loves me, but for some reason I believe she loves his cock more.

[thelarriefics]

STRANGERS TO LOVERS FIC REC, Part II: Below you will find more fics that have Harry and Louis barely knowing one another before intimacy. (Part I)

📖 Let Your Heart Be Light by @cyantific (77k)

Louis Tomlinson, a self-proclaimed holiday-hater, loses his job two weeks before Christmas. Broke and desperate to see his family back home in England, he takes the only job left at the mall as one of Santa’s helpers. Harry is an unconventional mall Santa, the youngest one they’ve had in years, but with as much holiday spirit as any other seasoned Saint Nick. He’s determined to un-Grinch the new guy in Santa’s Village if it takes until Christmas, then he finds out the devastating reason Louis has lost his Christmas cheer. Will Harry be just the thing Louis needs to help him get his sparkle back?

Featuring Liam as the manager at Santa's Village, Niall as an easy-going Irish elf and Harry's best friend, grumpy Grinch Louis and his best friend Zayn and one matchmaking Mrs. Claus.

📖 where the tide takes you, i will follow by @pinkcords (53k)

There’s no way around his departure, their inevitable fate. Harry will leave and he will return to London and when he sits in his new flat, wherever it might be, he will think of this summer and the warmth the sun brought him and the way it felt to be loved. He will compare all his future relationships to Louis and when they fall short, he will be disappointed. Harry knows this.

Or, Louis lives in Gloucester and Harry tries to find a way to stay.

📖 You're The Christmas Wonder, That Makes Me A Believer by @lousluv91 (44k)

There were two things that every person in Louis Tomlinson's life knew for sure.

First, he was a perfectionist. A hard-working person, a caretaker who took his responsibilities seriously and often appeared to be kind of intimidating. Though those he trusted also knew his very soft and loving side.

The other thing they all knew was that Louis hated Christmas.

or the one where Louis is a grinch and Harry teaches him to love Christmas. Maybe Louis falls in love with more than just the holidays.

📖 Purring In My Lap (The Kitty Fic) by @yoursolosong (40k)

Louis and Harry are two strangers who find an abandoned kitten at the same time and argue over who's going to keep it. Begrudgingly, they decide to co- parent because they're both stubborn and don't trust the other to take proper care of the kitty.

📖 now you're in my life (I can't get you off my mind) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (32k)

In reality, it’s a little different. Because as much as Harry loves the concept of dating, the reality sucks.

📖 Ding-Dong! Daybreak by @thinlinez (28k)

All it took was a flat bike tire, confusing usernames, pumpkin flavored biscuits, a chaotically supportive dog and food deliveries at daybreak for Omega Louis to fall hard.

📖 Sweet as Honey by @teamlouis2023 (21k)

Louis has always been shit at cooking. When he discovers Sweet as Honey on Instagram, owned by chef Harry Styles, he intends to mock him by recreating his recipes with his awful skills, posting photos on his own Instagram account, Nailed It. It's all fun until Harry asks to meet him.

📖 I Just Want To Start a Flame in your Heart by @peachbootylouis (21k)

Harry’s impending album release meant promo season was in full swing. While at an industry party with his manager, a harp player catches his eye and Harry is instantly bewitched.

📖 Checking Them Out?: How To Use Your Library Science Degree To Get an Alpha by @insightfulinsomniac (20k)

When a flirty, attractive alpha patron checks out an entire shelf of literature on omega behavior and omega rights, Harry can’t help but wonder why the man is so interested — is he a really attentive partner, or is he just a creep?

It doesn’t help that this alpha visits weekly to exchange his books… and that he smells absolutely divine.

Whether he likes it or not, Harry has a crush.

📖 lucky me, lucky you by @sun-lt (17k)

He wants to let Louis have that—have him, on his knees, easy and good and willing—badly.

📖 Be Mine? by @softfonds (11k)

Getting dumped the week before Valentine's Day wasn't in Harry's plans, and neither was being dragged to a concert to forget about it. But a sign Zayn brings manages to turn his night around in more ways than he hoped for.

📖 i need something, so tell me something new by @alwaysxlarrie (10k)

Louis goes on vacation to New York City to enjoy the good weather and good food - he even has a list of restaurants he wants to eat at. Much to his delight, his first restaurant stop includes a gorgeous curly boy and his nosy but supportive best friend. Maybe he'll get more than what he came here for.

📖 Wait by the Light of the Moon by @jaerie (5k)

Being a single parent of a newborn was not in Harry's plan. He can barely keep himself together doing everything on his own. He can't explain why he finds comfort in his neighbour next door, but apparently it's mutual.

📖 Get Nesting & Soft Knots by @pocketsunshineharry (5k)

AU where Omega Louis who runs a nesting materials Youtube channel meets Alpha Harry who knits his own blankets

📖 Perfect, For Now by @parmahamlarrie (4k)

Moving to a new city is always hard, being away from home, finding your new community - none of it is easy. Dealing with all of this while being touch deprived is even more difficult.

That is where omega Harry Styles finds himself a few months into his move to Brighton.

Then a mysterious alpha's scent enters his life, and he finds that he can't stay away.

📖 Unplant by @hellolovers13 (4k)

Louis should've looked where he was going, then he wouldn't have to desperately try to save a little flower now.

📖 She is Beauty, We are World Class by @exquisitelycloseted (3k)

A 70's London AU where Louis loses himself, and Harry finds him before he gets lost.

📖 Netflix Original by @allwaswell16 (1k)

Harry's hot neighbor overhears that he doesn't have Netflix.

[le-sserafims-blog]

25.12.23

안녕하세요 여러분!

요즘 날이 많이 춥죠.

시린 공기를 맞으면 살이 쉽게 트고 시린 공기를 한 번에 너무 많이 들이마시면 폐가 따가워지는 그런 추위에요

감기 걸릴 게 걱정돼 소중한 사람들에게 일교차를 한 번 더 알려 주고 싶은 그런 추위.

피어나 여러분들은 따숩게 여미고 다니시죠?

홀리데이는 사람마다 의미가 제각각이에요.

어떤 분들은 설렘만 가득할 수 있으며

어떤 분들에겐 내리는 눈과 함께 우울함이 동반하기도 하고

또 누군가에겐 트리 밑에 화려하게 포장된 선물들 사이에 화려하게 위장된 불안감도 찾아 온다고 할 수도 있죠.

한 챕터의 끝, 그 해의 기록들을 되돌아볼 마지막 체크포인트

그 마지막 페이지에 점점 가까이 가닿을수록, 우리는 시간의 흐름에 대한 놀라운 인식에 직면하게 됩니다.

“시간 참 빠르다“ 우린 흔히 말하죠. “뭘 했길래 벌써 연말이야?“

그러게. 난 그간 대체 무엇을 했던가.

나는 충분히 했을까?

나는 충분해졌을까?

얼마나 끔찍한 일인지 몰라요

내가 원하는 나 자신의 모습과는 아직 거리가 너무나 멀다는 것을 깨닫는 것.

지난 일 년 동안, 여러분들은 극심한 상실감, 고통, 상심, 의심, 새로운 시작, 막연한 끝을 마주했을지도 모릅니다. 자신을 온전히 잃고도 첫 땀 부터 차근차근 자신이라는 태피스트리를 다시 꿰어가는 과정에 있을 수도 있습니다.

또는 새로운 길을 선택했지만 앞으로 나아가기 위해 고군분투하고 있을 수도 있고. 과거의 내면을 치유해 보시고, 자신을 괴롭게 했던 사람들과 연을 끊으셨을 수도 있습니다.

여전히 갇혀 있을 수도

후퇴하고 싶을 수도 있어요.

뭐가 됐든, 현재의 당신들은 눈을 마지막으로 봤을 때와는 다른 곳에 와 있습니다. 그리고 추위는 그것을 극명히 상기시켜 줄 거예요.

하지만 전 당신이 성장했다고 확신합니다.

지금은 모를 수도 있지만, 시간이 지나면, 여러분도 모든 일에 일어난 이유가 있다는 것을 알게 될 거예요. 그 이유는 모든 일이 일어나면 나타날 거고요. 그 순간 마음속에 느끼실 겁니다.

지금은 여러분이 있어야 할 곳에 맞게 와 있습니다.

그것으로 충분합니다.

날이 많이 추워요.

하지만 바람은 항상 실제보다 더 춥게 체감하도록 만들죠.

살이 트고 폐가 따가울 수 있습니다.

트고 따갑다는 것은 당신이 살아있다는 증거에요.

저도 트고 따갑습니다.

다만 이번 겨울에는 따뜻함도 찾으시길 바랍니다.

그리고 만약, 그 따뜻함이 저라면, 저를 품고 가주세요. 저의 가장 쌀쌀한 밤들에 여러분들이 제게 따뜻한 이불을 가져다주셨듯이.

이번 겨울, 가만히 서 있고 싶으시다면, 가만히 서 있으셔도 됩니다. 저도 옆에 서 있을게요.

눈이 내리고 쌓이고 녹아가는 풍경을 함께 보시죠

그렇게 봄은 더 빨리 오겠죠.

happier holidays

💌

hi everyone !

it is very cold out lately.

it’s the kind of cold that cracks my skin and stings my lungs when i inhale too deep all at once.

cold enough to make reminders of the weather to my loved ones, in case they go out and catch a cold.

i hope you all have worn warmly enough.

the holidays may feel different to everyone.

to some, it may simply mean pure joy and spirit.

for others, there may be a sense of sadness when it comes to the end of the year. the holiday season may be nothing more than existential anxiety wrapped in tinsel.

it’s the closing of a chapter — the final checkpoint to look back — and when we near that final page, we find ourselves facing an incredible awareness of the passage of time.

“time flies” we say. “what happened for it to already be the end of the year?“

good question. what have i done?

have i done enough?

have i become enough?

and how harrowing it is to be met by the realization that maybe i am nowhere near the version of myself i want to be.

in the past year, perhaps you have experienced crippling loss (or losses), pain, heartbreak, doubt, beginnings, endings. perhaps you have lost yourself, badly, and are still in the process of piecing yourself back together again.

perhaps you’ve chosen a new path, but are struggling to push forward. you have maybe done some healing, cut some people out of your life.

or maybe you’re still stuck. maybe you want to retreat.

whatever it is, you are not where you were the last time you saw snow. and the cold is a stark reminder of that.

but i can assure you you have grown.

you might not know it now, but in time, you will see that everything has happened for a reason. that reason will appear when everything has happened. you will feel it inside you. you may even already have the answer within you somewhere.

but right now, you are right where you need to be.

that is enough.

it is cold out, yes.

but the wind will always makes it feel colder than it actually is.

your skin may crack and your lungs may sting.

but you crack and you sting because you are alive.

i crack and i sting, too.

i only hope that this winter, you may also find warmth.

if that warmth is by chance me, i ask you to please hold me close. just like how on my coldest nights, you have brought me warmth, without you even knowing it.

if this winter you wish to stand still, you can stand still. i’ll be still right next to you.

and maybe we can watch the snow fall, drift, and melt together.

spring might come faster that way.

happier holidays

💌

[leserafim]

hi everyone ! it is very cold out lately. it’s the kind of cold that cracks my skin and stings my lungs when i inhale too deep all at once. cold enough to make reminders of the weather to my loved ones, in case they go out and catch a cold. i hope you all have worn warmly enough. the holidays may feel different to everyone. to some, it may simply mean pure joy and spirit. for others, there may be a sense of sadness when it comes to the end of the year. the holiday season may be nothing more than existential anxiety wrapped in tinsel. it’s the closing of a chapter — the final checkpoint to look back — and when we near that final page, we find ourselves facing an incredible awareness of the passage of time. “time flies” we say. “what happened for it to already be the end of the year?“ good question. what have i done? have i done enough? have i become enough? and how harrowing it is to be met by the realization that maybe i am nowhere near the version of myself i want to be. in the past year, perhaps you have experienced crippling loss (or losses), pain, heartbreak, doubt, beginnings, endings. perhaps you have lost yourself, badly, and are still in the process of piecing yourself back together again. perhaps you’ve chosen a new path, but are struggling to push forward. you have maybe done some healing, cut some people out of your life. or maybe you’re still stuck. maybe you want to retreat. whatever it is, you are not where you were the last time you saw snow. and the cold is a stark reminder of that. but i can assure you you have grown. you might not know it now, but in time, you will see that everything has happened for a reason. that reason will appear when everything has happened. you will feel it inside you. you may even already have the answer within you somewhere. but right now, you are right where you need to be. that is enough. it is cold out, yes. but the wind will always make it feel colder than it actually is. your skin may crack and your lungs may sting. but you crack and you sting because you are alive. i crack and i sting, too. i only hope that this winter, you may also find warmth. if that warmth is by chance me, i ask you to please hold me close. just like how on my coldest nights, you have brought me warmth, without you even knowing it. if this winter you wish to stand still, you can stand still. i’ll be still right next to you. and maybe we can watch the snow fall, drift, and melt together. spring might come faster that way. happier holidays 💌

yunjin via weverse

[artisticangel]

Kirby and Friends: Christmas Movie Headcanons

Christmas has arrived in Popstar and it’s the most wonderful time, a time where all friends and foes Kirby has met over his journeys in the past, decided to take a break from their usual shenanigans by celebrating Christmas with family and friends.

But what are their favorite Christmas movies?

1. Kirby’s Favorite Christmas Movie: Elf (2003) Movie

Kirby can relate with Buddy the Elf whenever he spreads the Christmas Cheer wherever he goes, with a smile on his face, and saving Christmas in the end. Kirby always spread some joy not only on Christmas but every day at every time, especially after he’s done saving Dreamland along with Planet Popstar.

So whenever he’s decorating his house for Christmas, or baking some gingerbread cookies for his friends and himself, he turns on the movie so he can join in on the fun.

2. Meta Knight’s Favorite Christmas Movie: Home Alone

To everyone’s surprise, Meta Knight does have a favorite Christmas Movie, since nobody knows much about Meta Knight’s background as a Star Warrior so everyone assumed he doesn’t celebrate Christmas much since his old comrades “passings”…

Meta Knight likes this movie due to the boys quick thinking, and the two crooks falling into his traps so easily. The movie reminds him of all of the good times he had with his late comrades, his friends. Now with Kirby along with his friends in the present he’ll be able to have good quality times with them, even though if he doesn’t show or admit it.

3. King Dededee’s Favorite Christmas Movie: Frosty The Snowman

Back when he was a little prince this movie out of the other holiday movies makes me smile, grinning from ear to ear mostly because his favorite snowman makes children smile, and his parents are here to spend time together with Dededee on Christmas.

But when he saw the little girl crying over Frosty melted away after by bringing her inside the greenhouse he cried with her, thinking Frosty would never come back, but when he saw Frosty brought back to life again he was happy again.

Now that he’s a king and an adult every year he always puts on Frosty the Snowman as part of his own Christmas Tradition, to celebrate Christmas with his friends and to all of his good memories spent together with his parents.

4. Bandanadee’s Favorite Christmas Movie: The Polar Express

Years ago his mother used to read him a story called the Polar Express growing up, but when he saw a poster announcing a movie about his favorite Christmas story Bandanadee didn’t hesitate in buying tickets to go see the movie, and eventually buying a dvd copy.

To this day he still held onto the storybook his mother had given him and every year on Christmas Eve he reads it to the children in Dreamland spreading some Christmas Spirit and wonder for all to enjoy.

5. Elfin’s Favorite Christmas Movie: Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas

Kirby recommended that movie for him a year later after the events of Forgotten Lands since Christmas is a new concept to him, so Elfin had a Christmas movie mini marathon with Kirby, and Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas was the first movie he picked out for his little mousey friend. Since this is Elfin’s first Christmas ever he enjoyed it along with the movie.

Hoping he’ll have more Christmases to be just as good as his first one, and more good memories shared with Kirby along with his newfound friends.

(That’s all on Christmas headcanons for now! Thought I’d do a little Christmas headcanon for this year since Christmas is just a week away. Please leave a like, comment, and a reblog. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year everyone! 🙂👋)

[aijamisespava]

A Little Cover Action

Earlier this Eurovision season, I brought up the fun fact that I spent my entire life knowing one song by a Eurovision winner (okay, more than one winner but I say one for dramatic effect). For a recap, my mom's favorite song of all time is "To Sir With Love" by Lulu.

For those who don't know, Lulu represented the United Kingdom in the 1969 contest, and was one of the winners that year (the infamous 4-way tie which I can go in-depth on later).

When I made the post, I had a comment mention that she has a cover of the song "Shout" around that time as well. And, always being down for some new listens, I checked it out.

I knew a little of the original (I had a toy once that would sing it, like those holiday toys where you squeeze the hand and it plays a song), and I do think she kept the spirit. It does bring me more excitement as I get closer to the earlier contests (still go back to 2002, just want to finish Junior Eurovision).