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thisonemess · 3 months ago

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a "short" introduction to Sleep Token

Little heads-up: Originally, I wrote this for my friends on EIA release day because I spend a lot of time talking about Sleep Token but haven't told them a lot of the basics yet. But then it somehow turned into a five page document with roughly 2.5k words and I really did have to stop myself from writing even more. The hyperfocus really kicked in that night. Letting it rot away in my documents folder feels like a waste. If you are new to the fandom, I hope this helps you a little. If you're not, hello fellow worshipper. Getting your daily dose of british cryptids?

now for real:

A "Short" Introduction To Sleep Token

What is Sleep Token?

Sleep Token is a band, formed in 2016. They don’t really give themselves a genre. For a long time their only genre tag on Spotify was “Prog Metal” or “Progressive Metal”. By now they also acquired the tags “Metalcore” and “Hard Rock”. I personally cannot argue against that. When asked what genre of music they make, I usually say that they make metal mixed with every other genre under the sun. They use a lot of elements from gospel, RnB, a little pop and a lot of drum and bass and I wouldn’t put it past them to make this list a lot longer. This is also why there are a lot of idiots so called metal elitists who are convinced that their music isn’t metal, which is absolute bullshit. There is also this running gag of the haters who will just say that they sound like Imagine Dragons for some reason. They don’t. Not in the slightest. I saw someone say that this is if Hozier made metal music and honestly? Yeah, maybe one or another song. They both yearn anyway.

(last group picture from December 3rd 2024 <3)

(More under the cut, it's just.. a little long :3)

What IS Sleep Token?

There is lore. Actual lore, not stage lore. And we’re gonna cover the basics.

Sleep is an ancient, powerful being, described as a god or deity, who bestowed us with the gift of dreams and the curse of nightmares. Once, Sleep appeared in the dream of a heartbroken man, promising him glory and success in exchange for his eternal loyalty and devotion. He accepted and became Vessel.

To appease Sleep’s undying hunger for worship Vessel and three other devoted followers of the God now perform rituals all over the world, telling the story of Sleep and Vessel’s experiences as a token of the being.

This is the very base of the lore. The rest is told through the songs. The lyrics are cryptic and leave a lot of room for interpretation, but fan interpretations are always coming back to themes of healing, toxic relationships and a lot of inner conflicts and mental struggles.

Who is Sleep Token?

Before I go on to introduce you to every member and our honorable mentions, I need you to know and understand the following: They are anonymous. They wish to remain unknown. Yes, there have been leaks, but I am begging you not to look for them. Under no circumstances. Ever. I have another post about this in another context here, I case you're interested. They don’t really give interviews. There is one email interview from 2017 that I will now quote from:

“The entity is the music. There is nothing further to discover.”

And also, a quote from a fan about those who are leaking stuff about them personally or are actively trying to cross this boundary in any other way:

“Your mom should have swallowed you.”

NOW TO THE FUN PART!!!

Vessel

face of the band, cult leader, front singer, ultimate lyrical genius and I honestly believe there isn’t an instrument he cannot play

SAD. REALLY FUCKING SAD! VITTIES ARE OUT AND KINDA CVNTY BUT SAAAD (he’s just like me fr /hj)

He is a massive nerd. How do we know that? This man did not only make up a whole cult with themes of greek mythology and weird christian one, but also made a whole album about his descend into depression while comparing that to the deep sea, assigning every song their own deep sea creature and the number of meters of which level you can find said deep sea creature. At the end of the album it’s literally the depth of the Mariana Trench! In one MV he has the force like in fucking Star Wars. In another song he made a damn Alien reference (“Burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents”). Now he also has fucking swords. If this isn’t what a nerd looks like, idk what's real anymore.

He records all of the instruments on the albums, except for the drums. Everything else is played by him, at least on the records. (As far as I am informed)

Things I’ve seen people call him/say about him: “An unsupervised hyperactive kid”, “The saddest wet cat man you ever did see”, “he reminds me of those tropical birds that do mating dances”, “It’s like at every show this year Vessel’s been fighting the urge to pin III down”, “Orange cat energy”, “I think Vessel WANTS a man”

personal thoughts: I love this man in the most non-sexual/romantic way ever. In fact, I deeply admire him. He possesses something I do not, which is the ability to feel every emotion possible so openly and raw that it feels like he feels it with and for you as well. He is incredibly open with his feelings and this is something I want to learn for myself. His thoughts about life, music, emotions and art are a big reason why I am falling in love with art again. Not even mentioning that his art has been there for me for two years now and those two years have been the wildest and hardest yet. Here are some quotes of him that I love, from little speeches that sometimes play during intermissions at rituals/shows (with is voice distorted) and the 2017 Interview:

“Life is dark. Life is bright. Life is ugly. Life is beautiful. Don’t get lost in genres, they will only disorientate you. Music is for everyone.”

“But at least I feel something. If I don’t feel anything, then why would I even do this?”

“I would also like to take this chance to tell you something, to love oneself. It’s not the easy task we are sometimes told it is. We are all limited by something. We are all guilty of something. My path towards a place of greater self acceptance is pathed with the art I create. It is a path that I continue to stumble down. At the expense of everything else, I am nothing without this music, I am nothing without this mask.”

he's so babygirl hihi

THE KING OF GODS OF DRUMS, crowned THE drummer of 2023,one of if not the best drummer of the scene at the moment

He is a short king (hes like 1,75m but Vessel and III are fucking giants so he just looks like a lil baby beside them lol)

Do not be fooled by the height and the pretty big blue eyes, this man could probably kill you (even tho he looks like a cutie patootie)

Vessel’s bestie, his bff, absolutely staying together for the rest of their lives

addicted to Red Bull, we also like to call it his fast juice. thats where he gets his drumming speed from lol

Did a random sidequest of doing the only video interview from any Sleep Token member ever. He got interviewed by Drumeo on their YouTube channel and played some songs for them and I love every single second of this interview and every single other of his drum videos

Lemon Gate. I don’t know why but at one show of the Australia tour last year he just randomly had a lemon??? At the end of the show he threw it into the crowd

He gets his own little hydraulic (I guess) pedestal at shows, so he sometimes gets moved up higher with spotlights on him when he's being way too good at drumming again

People like to call him “The octopus” simply because his drumming is so fast that it seems he must have some extra arms

Master of “I have a zoom meeting but don't want to get dressed”, cool long sleeve on top, adidas track pants on the bottom

very cinnamon roll but could kill you <3

III

responsible for the bass guitar and the chaos at shows, he's just here to throw it back and be a little troll and we love him for it

some kind of giraffe, long boi, hes basically 2m tall but still insists on wearing platform boots and makes everybody beside him look like children

He has enough energy to provide electricity for a whole village

will yell at the crowd when they can’t clap on beat or open a moshpit the right way

ABSOLUTE FASHION ICON!! His style ranges from biker, to rockstar, to pirate, to vampire and I’m so here for it. He’s also the reason a LOT of people in the fandom own a pair of checkered socks. He wore them at every show for the longest time, so much that they now make checkered socks for the merch store

likes to dye his very dead hair. It’s been red, black and silver-blond up until now. somehow we all collectively decided to manifest pink hair next. (III if you can hear me, please. You would slay so hard) He also wore space buns once and it was a historic moment

LOVES to kiss his homies and takes the approach “annoy until they give in” to get his smooches. He even got II to kiss him once, which I think was the only time II actually gave in to a kiss request.

The Avocado Incident. Just like with Lemon Gate I have no idea where III got the avocado from or who gave it to him but he had one and then threw it to a fan. He also just straight up ripped a string of his bass out once to give it to a fan?? Like???? Dude how???

We like to call him our chaos ballerina. If you see a few clips of him it’ll make sense I promise. Alternatively, it's bassy boi (I am way too far down this fandom)

one day i will aquire this man's goofyness and then it's over for you bitches

In charge of the guitar at shows and also does extra screams

another small boi, real cutie patootie, won’t kill you, just knows how to be seductive and mysterious as fuck

has two looks, fucking epic lether battle jacket vs suit. Both look amazing but unfortunately it’s been a year since we’ve last seen the jacket. But not complaining about IV in a suit, especially cause he acquired one that fucking SPARKELS??? (it's the suit of a killer bella)

always has more than enough guitar picks on his mic stand because he throws half of those to fans all the time, he’s a gift-giving kind of person

also LOVES to kiss the others and will actively ask for kisses by being cute. He just hasn't gotten kisses from II yet (as far as I know) (update: IV and II did actually kiss once and that fact makes me very happy :3)

Did a random sidequest of just going on stage with Bring Me The Horizon when they toured together and sang Antivist with Oli Skyes (I need more of IV swearing fr)

The fandom has started calling him Ivy instead of IV because it just rolls off the tongue nicer. Like.. 4 vs Ivy.. Yeah I’m calling him Ivy lol

Absolute middle child energy. Idk what it is but he’s just giving that

he looks so huggable idk why

honorable mentions

Sam! Sam is the drum tech and parent. What do I mean by parent? He is literally their voice when someone needs to talk and not sing. They don’t speak, ever. II even had his voice distorted when he did the Interview with Drumeo. So Sam will speak for them in case of emergency. For example, they had one show at Wembley Arena in the end of 2023 and Vessel lost his voice half way through. So They did a little break, and Sam went on stage, announcing “So.. Vessel can’t sing right now, but you can. So sing with us.”. Or last November when III and IV got sick and couldn’t perform for like two shows of the tour, he announced that as well and that it would only be Vessel and II this time! We love Sam.

Espera! The espera are a collective of three beautiful queens who I absolutely adore. They are background singers and harmonize with Vessel during shows. They arent anonymous, they have their own projects and I love them. They also get their own little hydraulic pedestal on stage and sound absolutely ethereal.

Jerry. Jerry is the black flamingo they have been using for the promo and theme of Even In Arcadia. They didn’t name him Jerry, the community did. There was an article that said the reddit community names him Dennis??? I don’t know who said that and who Dennis is, but put some respect on Sir Jerrington the 5th name!

How is Sleep Token?

The band? Wonderful. My absolute saviours. The music? One of a kind, beautiful, emotional, just filled with passion. The members? A little homisexual (not assuming their sexuality, just love how they genuinely love each other) and depressed but they got the spirit. They have this amazing “found family” vibe on stage and it warms my heart every time. The fandom? … Okay listen, I love this fandom. It’s a safe space I love to be part of. But… Especially since they have become more popular, there has been a flood of toxic fans, people who sexualize them in ways that are just not okay (who are mostly coming from booktok. I hate booktok and its obsession with “dark romance” so much but that's a topic for another time), people who are so selfish and entitled that it sickens me. There is one song on Even In Arcadia called Caramel (again, other post on this here), that is literally about toxic “fans”. People leaking their names, coming to Vessel’s house, harassing him on the street, screaming his real name at shows. And I am still mad that this song even has to exist. Famous people are still people. They are still human. Even when they wear a mask on stage. Nobody is entitled to music by their favorite artist or any other kind of information from them. JUST BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING!!!

Where is Sleep Token? (what.. why did I write this point down?)

Somewhere in the UK. They are based in London as far as I know from the 2017 interview. Next month they play a set at Rock Im Park and Rock Am Ring, two festivals in Germany. They also headline the Download festival in the UK this year. And in fall they are doing a US tour which will be very cool. I will absolutely lose my mind again during this time even though I cannot attend. :D

Hey, you've made it to the end! Good job, and thank you for reading this written out PowerPoint presentation. I had fun writing it, I hope you had fun reading it and that you learned something!

If I have to repeat myself, I will. As you might have guessed by now, I reaaaaaaaaaally like to talk about Sleep Token.

Here, have some Vessel dances for the way. :3 They are my favorite hehe

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bunnybubae · 1 year ago

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(M)🚦Red Light: The Allure | Ch3 [JJK]

👉🏻[Series Masterpost]

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)

Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst

Summary: Jeon Jungkook never lets any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past you’ll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It’s a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile. Where will this ride bring you? Will it be worth it in the end?

Chapter Warnings: mention of the toxic ex (again, unfortunately), still a lot of teasing and heavy flirting, JK in black CK undies yes, it is a warning, brief mention of weed, alcohol consumption, brief thigh riding, rubbing in public environment, dry humping, oral sex (M/F receiving), praise kink, protected sex, one (1) slap on the ass, rough sex.

Wc: 11.7k

A/N: Hello there! I hope you guys still want to read this story, cause CH3 is finally out! As always, I'm sorry if there are some grammatical mistakes, english isn't my first language and I don't have a beta, so pls bear with me! 🫶🏻 Let me know what are your thoughts about the story, my box is always open! - Joy 🐰

December 8th, Friday

You're glad it didn't pour down all day.

The night sky is clear and the smell of rain permeates in the air. You look through the car window covered in droplets as Hani chats with the driver.

You're too busy looking at scattered puddles on the asphalt reflecting the surrounding lights to pay attention to whatever the uber driver is saying.

The only thing troubling your mind right now is the last message you received. You had already blocked Ray's number a long time ago, but no one else would ever dream of sending you a similar message. The scumbag must have changed it.

You check your phone screen once again, almost hopeful that the content of the message is now different or even better, gone.

Unknown Number:- Have fun tn.

You tighten the coat you're wearing around your figure, as if that would be enough to make you feel safe.

Three words were enough to disgust you to the core. Well done Ray.

His intent is clear: he hopes to ruin your evening with this message, he wants you to feel out of place and you know pretty well that behind those seemingly innocent words there is much more hidden. His passive aggressive stalking exudes from every pixel of the screen.

You wonder how he knows your plans for the evening, you hoped he had finally stopped spying on you, but clearly, this dude is unweary.

A hand suddenly rests on your shoulder, drawing your attention and making you flinch at the unexpected contact. Your thoughts must have poisoned your features judging by Hani's tone of voice, gentle and concerned.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You mechanically put your phone back in your pocket and look at her with a hint of a smile, hoping that she doesn't notice the tornado of thoughts that swirl behind your eyes.

You don't want your worries to ruin your evening, that's exactly what that asshole would want.

Much less, you want Hani to decide it's best to take you home. It would be a defeat on all fronts.

You're going to go to this damn party and have fun. Ray has no power over you, not anymore. To let this message get under your skin would mean allowing him to manipulate you once again. You have to use it instead to do the exact opposite, to free yourself tonight and allow your wounded soul to dance.

Your face softens a little more as you manage to regain control of your thoughts.

"Yeah, it's all good. How long will it take to get there?"

Hani tells you that you'll arrive in a few minutes. She doesn't seem entirely convinced by your attempt to reassure her but you're glad she doesn't ask anything more when you start a barrage of questions about this kind of parties and the moto races.

Tae and Jungkook are waiting for you inside, she says, apparently they had to deal with some organizational issues related to tomorrow's qualifications, that's why they went earlier.

Hani is particularly thrilled, you can tell by the way she describes in as much detail as possible all the competitions and parties she's already attended. A little of her enthusiasm makes its way through you and you find yourself smiling genuinely as you listen to her.

A few minutes later, your driver parks next to the curb and once you get out of the car, you are amazed to notice the huge group of motorbikes parked in the lot next to the venue.

They're all well parked, resting under the light of the street lamps which highlights all their beautiful colors and shapes.

You reach the entrance guarded by a guy who looks like he could fold a motorbike in two. His menacing presence actually calms you further. You sigh without realizing it as your chest feels a little lighter.

Hani greets the big boy, who reciprocates, while maintaining a serious demeanor. He lets you in without even asking for documents or such, Hani is really well known by now.

The interior of the place has been well decorated for the occasion and the music is not excessively loud, the atmosphere is pleasant. You were expecting something more frenetic considering the adrenaline that motorcyclists are used to, everyone seems to be having fun but with ease instead. Which doesn't bother you at all.

Hani leads you to a small room filled with some sort of lockers to take off your coat before you could finally start your night.

It doesn't take long to find Tae, sitting at the bar, right next to the dance floor.

As you get closer, you notice that he's with a dark-haired guy and that they both seem deep in conversation.

"Here you are finally! Hoseok, Y/N, Y/N, Hoseok"

Tae gestures with his hands between you and the guy next to him.

"You can call me Hobi!"

He says with a beautiful smile and holding out his hand.

The handshake was a bit embarrassing for you, you're no longer used to this type of introduction. Usually, the customers who come to the shop know you through Instagram or through friends, and it is easier to establish relationships which, in that circumstance, are limited to work.

"Nice to meet you, Hobi."

Tae offers everyone a round and the alcohol seems to loosen your nerves a little more.

Despite the initial awkwardness, the conversation between the four of you continues smoothly. You laugh out loud when Hobi tells an anecdote about Tae and Jungkook, you find him funny, both his way of storytelling and the emphasis he puts on details. He is definitely a sunny and extroverted guy who is able to drag anyone into conversation and put a smile on their face with his energetic ways.

Speaking of Jungkook, you wonder where he could be, considering he was not here with them when you arrived.

Hobi continues his tell tales while Hani chuckles and Tae intervenes every now and then

"That guy over there," Hobi points behind you, "That one over there has been the champion for two years in a row!"

You turn to see where his finger is pointing only to realize that the champion he's talking about is Jungkook himself.

Tae laughs mockingly, determined to annoy you today as well, clearly. "Oh, they know each other very well!" and he exaggerates a wink.

Luckily enough, Hani seems to be on your side tonight. She elbows him on the side to shut him up but that only elicits a half-laugh from Tae.

"Yes, because I joined his gym." You respond casually, purposely ignoring Tae's innuendos.

Hobi starts waving his arm in the air trying to get Jungkook's attention from across the room.

Jungkook is talking to a couple of people, you look at him as he smiles and nods at something his interlocutors said, then he notices Hobi's attempts to call him.

He waves back and seems to want to return to the conversation with whoever is in front of him, when he notices you next to his friends.

A small smile forms on his face and his gaze remains fixed on you, almost as if he were challenging you to a staring contest.

You decide to playfully stick your tongue out at him to which he, in response, reacts with a damn wink.

You turn around and try to douse the heat you feel by taking a large sip of your drink. The alcohol helps, but the warmth in your cheeks becomes noticeable.

Your friends continue to chat peacefully, you're relieved to see that no one has noticed this little exchange with Jungkook, with the exception of Hani of course, her smile speaks clearly.

You try to focus on Tae and Hobi's talk, but they're talking about some modifications their mechanics made to their bikes for the race, details too mechanical for your alcohol-clouded mind.

Hani's smile is different now when you look at her, and the tilt of her head confuses you further.

"Here he is, the champion graces us with his presence!"

Hobi says all of a sudden.

You realize that Hani was trying to let you know that Jungkook was on his way.

He stops next to you and it's strange to meet him in a context other than the gym. You felt more or less the same feeling when he gave you that lift that evening, but now you have the opportunity to see another aspect of his person and the way he is dressed is proof of that.

Jungkook seems like an outgoing and sociable guy when it comes to training his members at the gym. As you watch him now though, he seems slightly embarrassed, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his baggy jeans.

Tae takes Jungkook's arm as he responds to Hobi's statement "Technically, I'm not the champion yet."

“Will you let us win any races this year?” Tae asks in a teasing tone.

Jungkook tries to free himself from Tae's grip by pinching his side. "Ouch." Tae chuckles, placing a hand on the pinched spot, while Jungkook rearranges his hair, moving it away from his face.

"It's not my fault that Ducky is the fastest bike on the track."

"Ducky?"

You ask out of curiosity, before you even realize.

Tae and Hobi start giggling in the background as Jungkook's gaze falls on you. He appears surprised by the question, as if he thought you knew. Then, he seems to remember that he never spoke about his bike nor his races with you and his expression changes.

"My Ducati." he replies, playing with his piercing, a habit you think comes when he's pondering or embarrassed.

"Did you give your bike a name?"

Jungkook tells you that many people give their bikes a nickname, explaining that the reason he chose Ducky it's due to the similar sound with Ducati.

You smile in recognition that Jungkook definitely looks like an intimidating and strong guy, but that you became aware of a more thoughtful and playful part of him starting from the night he brought you home on his motorbike. Even this small detail about the moto's name fits perfectly with the Jungkook that you got to know till now.

An interesting mix that is also reflected in the ducati he rides.

“It's cute, I think it suits her!” You chuckle softly.

You notice something in Jungkook's eyes, but it doesn't last long due to Tae's comment.

"No please, don't tell me that you also think it's a suitable name for a motorbike!"

Tae babbles distraught, while Hobi laughs loudly, shaking his head.

"Look who's talkin, the one who called his bike Sonic!"

Jungkook huffs mockingly, rolling his eyes.

The bickering that takes place in front of you makes you laugh lightly, Hani and Hobi join you as Tae fiercely retorts.

"At least it's related! And it's blue like Sonic! Your bike is not even yellow!"

“Wow bro, so original!”

Jungkook pretends to be overly impressed by his friend's explanation. Tae gulps down the last sip of beer while he wraps his arm around Hani.

"And by the way, have you ever seen a duck run? Those tiny little things are pretty fast!" Jungkook concludes.

At this, even Tae bursts out laughing, almost spitting out the beer from his nose. Everyone has seen at least once in their lifetime a video about little ducks chasing their mother or caregiver. Jungkook evidently emerges victorious from the argument, he chuckles along with all of you and the moment couldn't be more wholesome than this, you think.

The evening unfolds like this, next to the bar, with laughter and some small bickering between the three guys. You notice from time to time that Jungkook's eyes wander towards you while he speaks and he catches you looking at him sometimes as well.

The alcohol in your system definitely doesn't help make it any less evident.

"Another round? It's on me this time." Hobi shakes his empty beer, starting to move towards the bar when Jungkook stops him by placing a hand on his shoulder

"Just a coke for me, please."

Hobi nods as he appears to reply something like, "I know" before smiling tight-lipped at him.

You watch Jungkook's profile the entire time as he smiles back at Hobi before letting him walk towards the bar.

He looks like one of those smiles that takes over his lips when you catch his mind wandering, back at the gym.

A light smile that seems to hide something more.

When Jungkook turns back to bring his attention back to the conversation in progress, your eyes meet for the umpteenth time and his weak smile widens into a smirk.

He leans towards you slightly, while Tae and Hani continue to discuss something you don't quite listen to and his face gets dangerously close to yours.

“Are you going to keep looking at me all night?”

Jungkook speaks close to your ear, he doesn't whisper but he still makes sure you're the only one to hear him.

The sudden closeness of his body allows your nostrils to immediately capture his scent, the one you've had on you thanks to his motorcycle jacket and as the memory of that evening returns to your slightly alcohol-influenced mind, you smile mischievously.

“How can you say I'm looking at you all the time?”

Jungkook shifts his head slightly so he can look at you better as he says

"Because every time I look at you your eyes are already looking at me,"

You sigh, his voice far too calm to cause such turmoil within you. You try to ignore his usual attempt to make you blush, failing miserably when he continues, “You look like you want something.”

This man right here, damn. He knows, you know he knows the effect he has on you. It's clear.

You feel hotter but you manage to retort.

"And what about you? Why are you looking at me so often?"

The liquid courage you have in your body is enough to make you ask straight away, basking in the feeling of his body so close to yours.

Jungkook's eyes watch you intently and a gleam of amusement adorns his deep irises.

He moistens his lips and the movement of his tongue doesn't escape your gaze, but right as he is about to answer your question, Hobi returns, but empty-handed.

“Sorry guys,” Hobi interjects, his face darkened with worry compared to earlier. "Some problem came up with the registration documents and they asked me to help check." He says hastily as he apologizes once again.

Tae offers to go with him and solve the problem at hand but Hobi shakes his head,

"There is no need, I don't want you to ruin your night with bureaucratic bullshit. See you on the track tomorrow! It was nice meeting you Y/N!

"Pleasure is mine Hobi!"

You reply, giving him a smile.

As you watch him go, you realize that you have just met this boy, and yet you feel that you have made the acquaintance of a genuinely beautiful person.

It's so rare nowadays.

“So guys,” Hani exclaims loudly, catching everyone's attention.

"Tae and I are planning a relaxing ride next Sunday."

Jungkook nods.

"Where were you guys thinking of going?"

You watch your friends discuss the details of the itinerary and realize that you're actually considered part of the trip only when you notice that at the idea of the four of you going on a ride together, Jungkook seems relaxed, almost as if it were obvious to take you around on his beloved Ducky. Maybe your mind is wandering a little too much, but it makes you blush a little.

“It can be done, as long as Y/N agrees.”

The pronunciation of your name draws your attention, refocusing you on the group.

"Mh?

"I said if you feel like getting the necessary moto gear, we can go."

Jungkook repeats, Hani and Tae are looking at you as you try to seriously focus on organizing the aforementioned ride.

"Yes, no problem, but I don't know where to buy what I need."

"I'll take you to the store where I bought mine!"

Hani exclaims with a smile.

“I can get you some gloves but as far as helmet and jacket, make sure you get stuff that's the right size for you.”

You shake your head, saying that you will take care of getting everything you need with Hani.

"Oh, yeah I forgot how small your hands are, it's definitely better if you try them on at the store."

Jungkook evidently can never stop himself from teasing you.

His comment causes a mischievous smile on Tae's face and a very satisfied one on Jungkook's.

Hani purses her lips, trying to hold back a laugh, or whatever she was about to say.

Your eyes roll in mock annoyance as you playfully push Jungkook.

"Okay, it's decided then!"

States Hani, who sports a satisfied smile as she continues, “Oh, I forgot something in the car! Come on Tae.”

She grabs Tae's hand and before you can even point it out, he anticipates you by saying, "But you came in an Uber!"

Hani glares at him, "Just come."

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head at the obvious attempt to leave you two alone, while you watch them go in disbelief and slight embarrassment. You want to curse her, but you know it's what you really want too. You want time alone with him, you want to take advantage of the courage you feel inside this evening to understand a little more this tattooed and lip-pierced mystery.

The dance floor is full and you can no longer see the bartender behind the bar due to how many people are waiting to receive their drinks.

You don't even remember the last time you attended a party like this, the only thing that comes to mind when you think about it is Ray almost causing a fight with a guy who mistook you for his friend, the fight that came of it once you left the party and the tears you shed because of his sharp words, is the only memory of that last party you attended.

You return your gaze to Jungkook as anger and sadness from past events threaten to make their way onto your face.

There is no need to dwell on the past, past parties are in the past, Ray is not here and nothing stops you from enjoying the evening and putting off your worries about your ex and his passive aggressive messages until tomorrow.

Jungkook watches the dancing crowd, moving his head to the beat of the music as he's leaning against the wall.

You admire him so much, he always seems to have everything under control, no matter the shadow that darkens his face every now and then, he seems to always manage to return to reality and enjoy the little things.

"Want to dance?" You don't give your shyness time to reconsider the invitation that the words have already left your mouth. You hold out your hand as you invite him to join you.

He looks at your hand briefly before replying with a soft smile, “Why not.” and join his hand to yours.

You clasp your hand around his and lead him through the crowd.

You feel boldness fill you, you hadn't even considered the possibility that he might refuse and happy that he didn't, you reach a spot that isn't too crowded, the volume of the music is louder here and you feel the effect on your skin as your heart follows its own rhythm.

Thanks to what you drank and the need to let yourself go at least for tonight, you let your body feel the music.

His movements are loose and yours adapt to his almost immediately. Jungkook watches you the entire time, paying attention to every movement of your body, as if he wants to imprint them in his mind for later.

When you look up and meet his gaze, this time you hold it, smiling mischievously before turning your back on him.

You continue to dance filled with a wave of audacity, your every movement is seductive for him, who can't take his eyes off of you.

The line of your back is far too attractive to keep at a distance so, all of a sudden, you feel Jungkook's body move closer to yours.

The closeness causes a leap in your chest, but what he says is the cause of the heightened blush on your face.

You feel like your cheeks are perpetually burning because of him.

"What happened to the super shy girl who showed up at the gym a while ago?"

His voice is almost a whisper as you feel his face close to your ear.

You tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder before answering confidently.

"She has learned to dare more." and with that, you decide to lean against his body completely.

Fuck shyness, fuck fears and comfort zones. If tomorrow you have to deal with the consequences of Ray's reappearance, you want to enjoy this one night to the fullest.

You hear Jungkook chuckle softly as a tentative hand finds its place on your hip.

He caresses you flat and softly from your hip up, his palm just grazing the edge of your bra as you wonder what it might be like without your clothes in between.

"It's clear that you're not that shy tonight, either."

You retort as you roll your hips against his. You feel his hand get slightly heavier on your hip as he presses you gently until your body is completely attached to his.

His other hand reaches for your shoulder and brushes your hair away to reveal your neck.

The gesture causes heat in your lower abdomen, you swallow unconsciously at the unexpected reaction of your body. Maybe it's been too long since someone touched you like this or maybe it's the power that Jeon Jungkook has over your body now, but you feel that at this rate you run the risk of melting in his arms.

“What makes you say that, princess?”

His breath tickles you as he whispers the words directly into your skin. His lips don't even touch you once and you wish they would.

You push your hips against his a little more as you continue to move languidly. His fingers mindlessly caress the curve of your neck and you close your eyes as you enjoy the feeling.

“The way you're touching me now.”

You reply in a small voice as your hand reaches for the one resting on your hip,

you hold it as if it might disappear if you don't.

You shiver slightly when his hot breath teases the thin skin of your exposed neck again and the grip of his hand under yours grows more and more.

“I can do more and better, wouldn't you like that?”

You feel the effect of your movements directly against your butt and it gives you even more confidence.

You feel completely intoxicated by his touch, nothing to do with the alcohol that undoubtedly contributed to you finding yourself in this situation, everything you are feeling now is the work of his touch, of his body against yours and of his words.

You're dying to fuck him, to feel his hands all over your naked body as he whispers dirty things in your ear. But at the same time you don't want this to ruin your friendship, you don't want there to be misunderstandings between you. You can always enjoy the pleasures of sex without unnecessary feelings being involved, right?

You don't feel ready yet and you hope Jungkook is of the same opinion as you, that he also wants to have sex with you without strings attached.

You spin around and your hands rest on his broad shoulders. You look at him for a moment, his eyes dark and full of longing as you whisper in his ear, "As long as it's the only thing you want too."

When you look back at him to decipher his reaction, you notice that Jungkook initially seems surprised by your statement, then a pleased smile forms on his plump lips and his hands suddenly become bolder, moving down from your hips to the small of your back. You barely hold back a moan when you feel the hardness of his member and the firmness of his hands on you.

Jungkook holds you close and you don't know when exactly your bodies stopped following the rhythm of the music. He firmly squeezes one of your buttock while you caress the locks of his nape.

You watch him move closer to your neck once again and this time, you feel his wet lips brush against you just below your ear.

"Are you really the first girl I don't have to give the usual speech to? Am I dreaming?"

His deep voice reaches the parts of your body that you never thought would be affected by a simple voice.

"What speech?" You sigh when you feel his hands move up your back.

"The one that makes my intentions clear."

Jungkook looks back at you, as if wanting to make sure he hasn't misunderstood anything.

"It seems we want the same thing, then."

You state in a rush, feeling the places he touches completely on fire.

"Do we?"

Jungkook tilts his head slightly as he holds you impossibly tighter. You feel completely enveloped by the warmth of his body when his thigh slides and finds its place between your legs.

A soft moan escapes your lips and it seems to trigger something in him, you hear him breathe deeply before asking in a low voice.

“What do you want, Y/N?”

From the tone of his voice it is clear that he knows what you want, he simply wants you to confess it freely.

His thigh twitches between your legs, rubbing just right against the place you want it the most.

You follow its movements, completely enraptured by the sensations you are experiencing.

There is no room for shame right now in your mind clouded by the burning desire for him.

The only thing you can think about is his leg repeatedly teasing your clit and the caresses of his hands along your back.

Your hands tremble slightly with pleasure as they involuntarily grasp the strands falling at the nape of his neck.

Jungkook hisses through his teeth but doesn't resist, in fact he seems to like this little gesture from you.

You look at him for a moment and his adam's apple is so inviting that you can't resist the temptation.

You move his head to the side to get more access and lick the surface up to his jaw.

You would continue to enjoy this lewd moment as long as it lasted.

You thought you would tease each other for a while and then go back to your friends, but no.

Jungkook is just as involved as you are.

The groan that vibrates in his throat reached a part of your brain that is now completely short-circuited.

"I want to fuck you."

The words come out with frightening ease and are enough to make Jungkook look back at you through lidded eyes.

“And I don't want anything more than that.”

You know you're not ready to take that leap, but the uncertainty hidden in your voice reaches somewhere in your chest.

It hurts something when you watch him smile widely at your latest statement.

A fleeting pain, overtaken by the strong desire caused by the hardness of his member, throbbing against your thigh.

“Yeah, we definitely want the exact same thing.”

It was already quite clear, but hearing you say it is something else.

Jungkook moves away from you, leaving your body to the cold void his hands left.

Then, he grabs your hand, leading you past the crowd and towards the other side of the place.

You look around, convinced he wants to take you to the bathrooms, but you realize that with every step you take, you are getting closer to the locker's room.

"Where are we going?"

You ask loudly, as Jungkook continues his zig zag through the people holding your hand.

"At my place." he answers.

“I thought you wanted to do it in the bathroom, haven't you been drinking?”

You know that driving under the influence of alcohol is a terrible idea.

Jungkook stops in his tracks for a moment noticing your hesitation in continuing and you hear him chuckle before answering.

"I shared a joint before," he looks into your eyes, as you inspect them, "And then, you saw me drinking a cola, I don't drink alcohol."

Jungkook continues to look at you, though his eyes avoid yours now, lingering on your lips.

You want to ask him more but before you can, he leans in close to you to whisper, making your legs tremble in anticipation.

“Besides, why would I take you to a public bathroom when I can make you scream in the comfort of my own bed?”

He knows all too well that he has the upper hand and is taking advantage of it.

Damn Jeon Jungkook and the effect he has on you.

The heat spreads again in your belly and when you look at him you just want to bite that plump lip, tease his piercing and let that mocking smile get lost in moans of pleasure.

“Or maybe you feel more comfortable doing it at yours?”

His tone of voice lacks malice this time, after all, you have now understood that Jungkook is a caring person and therefore he wants to avoid making you feel uncomfortable.

You nod and smile at his consideration.

"At mine."

Jungkook tightens his hand around yours again, smirking.

You quickly reach the exit after collecting your things from the lockers.

And there she is, Ducky.

You will climb on her for the second time, soon there will even be a third, you can't help but smile at the thought.

Strange how different reasons are leading you to get on a motorbike so often, not that this is a complaint, far from it.

You tremble at the thought of experiencing certain sensations once again, this time even, with the prospect of sleeping with Jungkook.

He invites you to wear his gear once again, but you strenuously refuse to deprive him of his jacket this time. Even though he was annoyed at first, Jungkook had to give in to your determination.

December cold is unforgiving.

In order to compromise, you wear his helmet, unable to argue with its importance.

You reach your apartment complex after a while, Jungkook was driving the entire time at a speed well under the legal limit, allowing you to hug his body to shield yourself from the cold as much as possible.

Once you reach the building's underground parking lot, you get off Ducky and take off the helmet to hand it to him. You smile brightly and hear Jungkook chuckle to himself as he shakes his head.

"You really like to ride, huh?"

You look at him while he's fixing his disheveled hair and it's a vision that you didn't think could affect you so much.

You think Jungkook would look sexy even wearing a battered potato sack, but seeing him in these clothes, you think, will always turn you on.

“Oh trust me, I love riding Ducky, but I can't wait to ride you.”

You haven't felt this lustful for someone in a while.

Surely the drinks you had before are not supporting you to keep certain thoughts to yourself.

Jungkook sighs visibly impressed by your bluntness and you could swear you heard him curse.

"Can't wait for you to show me."

Seeing Jungkook now, in the flesh, inside your apartment is something.

You watch as he places his helmet near the entrance door and places his jacket on top of it before taking off his shoes.

As you do the same, taking off your coat and shoes to put them away, he looks around, taking in the appearance of your apartment.

The foyer is small but well arranged, with a large mirror and a shoe rack right beside it.

You lead the way to reach your couch in the living room and as you walk, his eyes land on some of your latest sketches scattered around on a counter, one of it appears to be a pair of boxing gloves and he finds himself chuckling like an idiot.

As you do the same, taking off your coat and shoes to put them away, he looks around, taking in the appearance of your apartment.

The foyer is small but well arranged, with a large mirror and a shoe rack right beside it and the little hallway that connects your entrance to your living area is decorated with pictures, plants and some of your favorite sketches.

You lead the way to reach your couch in the living room and as he walks behind you, his eyes land on some of your latest sketches scattered around on the counter of your kitchen, one of it appears to be a pair of boxing gloves and he finds himself chuckling like an idiot.

"Why are you laughing?"

You're puzzled by his sudden reaction.

"I like your apartment, it fits your vibe."

He answers quietly and you smile shyly in appreciation, suggesting him to make himself comfortable on the couch.

"Want something to drink?

You ask him, walking behind the counter to reach your fridge.

"Just water, thanks."

He replies as he sits comfortably. You get some fresh water and when you get back you offer him the glass.

Jungkook sips from it and you join him on the couch.

Your heart always beats so fast in his presence that by now you're almost getting used to the constant hustle and bustle in your chest.

"You really don't like alcohol."

You say lightheartedly as you gather your legs up on the couch and turn to face him.

You curse your damn mouth when you realize that your comment made Jungkook tense up.

You just wanted to make him feel comfortable but before you can think of something to recover, Jungkook takes another sip of water before replying in a low voice.

"Yeah. I prefer weed, even though I rarely smoke anymore."

His eyes look at you for a brief moment, dark as pitch or a moonless sky.

They then move to the coffee table in front of you to put the glass down.

"I'd say you don't need it anyway. You don't need it to boost your confidence, like me."

Something moves in his eyes when you say this. His hand on your thigh pulls your attention away.

You watch it as it lays on your thigh softly.

The tone of his voice, his firm aversion to alcohol and his troubled eyes makes you ponder, but you can't formulate any sentence that doesn't risk making him even more gloomy.

Jungkook taught you many things in the gym, undoubtedly to throw good punches, but also to have courage in general, to dare and not to let fears stop you.

He was able to free that part of you that you have always adored, the one that made you achieve your most ambitious goals, despite having to sacrifice a healthy relationship with your family.

And he was able to get you there, easily, without even having to tell you openly what to do.

Despite his tacit support helped you regain a little confidence, you feel like he doesn't need the same. Like he needs you to voice your thoughts with him, even if it's not always as easy as after a few drinks on your system.

You've always sensed that something keeps him anchored to a remote island in the back of his mind and you don't want him to take refuge there right now.

"You are right,"

Your voice is sweet, it matches his from earlier and with one movement you lift yourself, moving one leg to take it beyond his.

You sit on his thighs and place your hands gently on his shoulders.

Jungkook looks at you smugly and pleasantly surprised and you're happy to notice that island receding in the mirror of his eyes.

They slowly fill with lust for you, as they observe your body so close to his.

“Even though I drank a little, I'm sober enough to say that everything I did tonight, I've always wanted to do.”

Jungkook feels the weight of your body and the weight of your words right on his.

You're sitting directly on his growing member and his hands find their place on your hips as he pulls you closer.

“Wait until you see what I've always wanted to do to you.”

With that, his mouth takes over your neck.

He tastes your skin like he's finally testing a drop of water after a walk in the desert and you're the only source he wants to put his mouth on.

You moan as you tilt your head to let him taste you as he pleases.

Jungkook takes the opportunity to bite you a little, leaving a small blush on your skin and licking it to soothe the stinging spot.

You try to control yourself as his hands venture up your back.

“You have a condom on you?” You whisper all of a sudden.

Jungkook keeps kissing your neck, hesitantly moving one hand from your body only to pull a condom out of his back pocket.

He hands it to you and then grabs the hem of your sweater, stopping his assault to help you take it off. A shiver runs up your spine, realizing you're now in your bra in front of him, the cool air of the room brushes against your hot skin and his hands promptly return to your hips and back.

You squeeze the little silver package between your fingers as he pulls your body against him, your hips move almost automatically as you feel his member getting harder and harder. And in return you get wetter and wetter.

You're a complete mess in his arms as you buck your hips, panting slightly at every movement.

When his hands press you more against him, a loud moan leaves your lips and with it, the last bit of restraint you had.

You grab the hem of his sweatshirt, urgently undressing him.

"Someone is impatient." He chuckles breathlessly as he lets you undress him.

"Your fault." You reply as you move to undo his jeans.

"Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?"

The aroused expression on your face is something he hopes to keep in mind for as long as possible.

You drop down to help him take off his jeans completely and Jungkook remains in his black Calvin Klein briefs. The outline of his hard member held with difficulty in the confines of the fabric, making you salivate at its sight.

You stand up and take the opportunity to remove your pants in front of him, while his gaze is glued to you.

If his eyes could touch, you would feel their stroke everywhere right now, like a dry brush on a virgin canvas.

They eagerly study every single curve, every movement you do is carefully followed as you reveal your panties and legs to him.

“You're so hot Y/N…”

You hear him breathing heavily and only after adding your pants to the pile of clothes do you turn back to look him in the eyes.

He's touching himself through his underwear at the sight of your body and despite everything that already happened, you're still blushing.

You are engulfed in the flames of pleasure, yet the blush on your cheeks is caused by something deeper.

You ignore this thought immediately, setting aside that thing that tries to push to make itself some space and focus on the need that screams between your legs instead.

You climb on top of him again, leaning on his shoulders.

"Jungkook,"

You whisper in his ear, looking him in the eyes right now would mean exposing yourself too much, paradoxically.

What a strange contradiction though.

You're already almost completely naked in front of him, but the idea of letting him look you in the eyes while you say the next words makes you feel too vulnerable.

"If we do this, I want us to agree on a few things."

As you try to regain your courage, you lick his neck, moving down towards his collarbone to reach his pectorals.

"I'm listening."

He sighs as he lets his head go back, as if wanting to give you total access to him, basking in the feelings your tongue is giving.

Jungkook is completely engrossed, he seems to enjoy every little thing without thinking too much while you're struggling to let yourself go completely.

The friendship that has developed between you over these months is something you care about and you wouldn't want to ruin it for simple sex.

Even if you're dying to enjoy these moments you've been craving, you're afraid of ruining everything.

"We're just friends who are going to fuck, right?"

You ask tentatively as you continue to leave a trail of saliva with your tongue and lips across his toned chest.

"No awkwardness after."

You're not sure why you're saying this when you can't even look him in the eyes right now, but at the same time you're saying it precisely to not let your fear stop you.

Maybe you're just trying to convince yourself that nothing will change and that you can let yourself go, or just to make sure you both are still on the same page, but Jungkook doesn't seem to notice your inner conflict right now, too distracted by your ministrations probably.

"This is not going to ruin our friendship if that's what you're worried about."

He states between breaths as he wraps a hand in the middle of your hair.

“The fact that we both know what we want from each other and what we don't, won't cause any problems, don't you think?”

He pulls your hair slightly to expose your neck, and you close your eyes unconsciously when you feel his lips on your skin once again.

"No awkwardness after."

His whisper makes you shiver with pleasure and almost as if you needed to have this confirmation from him, you open your eyes and move to finally be able to lower his underwear.

His penis rises free from the confines and you are a little surprised at the size. He throbs in front of you with the tip red and moist as you observe the succulent veins adorning its surface.

"So we're gonna be ride buddies and friends who fucked once."

Jungkook holds his legs open as you get on your knees in front of him to pull his briefs completely off.

"Let's see if you still want it to be once after I fuck you just right."

You smile sensing Jungkook's usual way of doing things, his classic way of provoking you while he smiles with confidence.

"Bold are we?"

You snicker as you pump your little fist around his shaft a couple of times.

He hisses.

"You've got the lead for now, wait and see when it's my turn."

He says through gritted teeth as he clearly tries not to give in to your touch too shamefully.

"We'll see."

You move closer, gently placing your lips on the side of his cock as you continue to move your hand slowly.

The intense teasing served to make him super responsive.

Jungkook squirms a little when you carefully spread his precum on the sensitive tip.

You hear as he tries to limit his sounds.

You look up momentarily when your mouth finally settles around his moistened tip, only to see his reaction.

Jungkook instinctively brings his head back and his mouth opens in a silent moan of pleasure.

He sighs heavily as his hands grip the fabric of the couch he's sitting on.

The vision of his naked body exposed to your will causes a shiver down your spine and with your free hand you move down until you reach the most sensitive part of your body.

You give yourself pleasure as you move your mouth and hand finding a rhythm that could be pleasant for him.

You listen carefully for any reaction that might let you know that you are doing the right thing as you keep your eyes closed, completely letting yourself go to the small sounds he makes.

When you twist your wrist slightly and let go of his cock with a pop to catch your breath, Jungkook lets out a throaty moan and he is breathing noticeably faster now.

You're so wet now that you think he could fit inside you without too much effort, you continue to tease your clit while jerking him off at the same speed.

You leave a trail of little kisses along his member, from the tip to the balls.

You look at him again and unexpectedly meet his gaze.

You feel your confidence waver for the briefest of moments when you notice his eyes looking at you intently.

His pierced lip is caught between his teeth as he breathes deeply through his nose.

He's trying in every way possible to block any sound that might come from his mouth and it's almost annoying to notice the effort he puts into it.

"Let me hear."

You say softly between small kisses.

“I want to know if I'm doing well or not.”

You tickle with your wet tongue from bottom to top, once again reaching the sensitive tip.

His cock throbs in your hand and you smirk satisfied.

You don't need to hear his moans to know that he's completely into it, but you still want to hear them because of you, it's almost a visceral need at this point.

"You're doing great,"

He responds in a deep voice.

He moves the hair that has fallen in front of your eyes with a finger as he tries to steady his breathing.

A soft gesture that makes your heart skip a beat, but you keep your focus on your movements.

Your hands continue to move in unison as you moan, kissing and licking his cock. You purposely avoid taking him fully into your mouth, teasing him every now and then when you feel the sounds getting stuck in his throat.

You feel pervaded by the power that these circumstances can give.

Jungkook watches you the whole time as you work on him and yourself.

He evidently noticed the effect his words had on you, his little praise gave you more confidence, allowing you to let go a little more.

Jungkook suddenly stops you by placing a hand on your shoulder just when you thought he was enjoying it a lot, or at least it seemed like that from his persistent and muffled groaning.

“Y/N, let me taste you please..”

You hear the desperation in his voice and you can see it in his face when you lean up to look at him, a little bit of saliva wetting your chin.

His eyes are completely dark, full of the longing that you know he can see in your eyes too.

He moves to stand up, forcing you back onto your feet before picking you up.

You yelp at the sudden motion, holding onto his neck for support as he helps you wrap your legs around his hips.

“Where is your bedroom?”

Jungkook asks as he latches onto your already battered neck.

"Down the hallway, second door on the right."

In no time, Jungkook transports you following your directions. He pushes the door open with his foot before entering and letting you lie on your soft bed.

He watches you bounce once on it, then looks you up and down with an unreadable look.

Being in your apartment, on your bed, almost completely naked in front of him, definitely makes you bolder, feeling more comfortable.

You just realized how far you've gone with him, that you can't go back now.

Not that you want to, honestly.

You observe him, majestic in front of you, the faint glow of the moon that leaks into the room illuminates his skin deliciously, accentuating every muscle of his toned body.

Your eyes do their best to capture every detail and imprint it in your memory.

Jungkook bends over you, caging your legs with his powerful arms.

You remain propped up on your forearms as your breathing becomes increasingly labored.

His hands rest at your sides and with a firm but delicate movement, he pulls you towards him.

He bends down to let his tongue leave a wet trail across your belly, to the edge of your panties.

The passage of his mouth so close to your core, feeds the fire in your belly.

"Can I?"

He asks softly as his thumbs hook your panties on both sides.

He looks at you, patiently waiting for your permission.

Or your refusal.

You see a hint of hesitation in his gaze, as if he doesn't want to go any further against your will.

You can feel this small detail slowly infiltrating under your skin. You feel it brings to the light something that you would have preferred to remain in the dark, especially in this moment.

Ray.

Why did he always assumed he could take everything without ever asking?

Why doesn't Jungkook take without asking?

These are questions you can't answer. Deep down you know you don't want them, that answers would only cause you more pain.

You swallow, trying to shut off the bitter taste of the past.

"Please…"

You can't say anything else, you whisper this simple word that encompasses everything you're feeling right now.

Please do it.

Please make me forget all the bad things for tonight.

Please take me.

His eyes light up and his skilled hands easily remove the fabric that covered your most intimate part.

Only now you do realize how uncomfortable and annoying the wet fabric you were wearing was.

You feel the cool air hit the moist and hot skin of your pussy and you sigh when his hands return to you after leaving the newly removed garment somewhere on the floor.

He gently places his hands on your thighs, spreading them just enough so he can observe your dripping wet pussy.

Seeing the glisten of your juices makes his blood burn in his veins.

You gasp when his soft lips lay on your clit.

Jungkook is humming delightedly, then he starts to kiss it with delicacy, allowing you to adapt to the stimulus while he lets his tongue tease you slowly.

You close your eyes and try to relax your legs.

His lips are more insistent, until he ends up making out with your soft wet pussy.

You can't hold back your moans and you lie down completely on the bed as you let him eat you out.

Just as you had done earlier, he maintains a slow but precise pace, as if he wants to take revenge for all the teasing and savor your flavor at the same time.

Unlike his, your moans follow one another and you can't stop yourself.

They gradually become stronger and more intense as Jungkook continues to make out with your pussy.

He holds your hips, soothing the skin right beneath his thumbs with circular motions.

It's a sensation you've never felt before, you feel your orgasm building slowly, so slowly that you almost think you'll lose it at any moment, only to change your mind when with precise movements you feel the pleasure accumulating, like waves that add to each other. One after another, before reaching the coast in one large, powerful wave.

He moves his tongue with a constant rhythm and when with a faint voice you warn him that you are about to come, surprisingly enough, Jungkook maintains the same rhythm, he doesn't speed up, he doesn't press his tongue more forcefully against your already very sensitive clit.

With pleasant surprise, you notice that he keeps this pace and it is clear that he knows what he is doing.

He doesn't go crazy trying to catch it, when he already knows where and how to find it.

The only difference is the intensity with which he makes out with your pussy, kissing and licking it passionately, drunk on your juices.

You moan louder as your body tenses more and more like a violin string, until with a delicate but firm movement of his tongue, your orgasm hits you violently.

With his gentle and precise gestures, you didn't expect such an intense and violent orgasm, your body writhes in ecstasy while a string of profanities and panting breaths leave your lips.

Your legs try to close as they tremble from the stimulation, but Jungkook firmly separates them again, enjoying the taste of you for a little longer. You hear him groan and at a quick glance you notice his frowning expression.

You whine from the overstimulation and it's the only signal that seems to stop him.

He pulls off while still remaining in front of your throbbing and swollen pussy and his labored breathing tickles you gently.

“Sorry,” he states, licking his shiny lips for a moment. “You taste so sweet I couldn't stop.”

You look at him while you feel a constant pounding in your chest and your breathing doesn't want to calm down.

His hair is disheveled, his cheeks are flushed and his eyebrows are still a little furrowed.

You prop yourself up on your elbows again, one hand reaching for his hair, letting it sink into its messy locks, as if wanting to tidy them up a bit.

"I wanna ride you now."

You state decisively and perhaps a little too pretentious, you add,

"Can I?"

Jungkook looks at you as he stands up, offers you a hand while you observe him in all his beauty, naked and with his erect member that you can't wait to welcome inside you.

Tonight you got to immortalize every detail of his body in your memory.

His totally tattooed arm, his sculpted body and his face, at times so sweet that you couldn't believe it is capable of contorting into those expressions of pleasure that you saw earlier.

You accept his hand and let him pull you onto him while he says "How can I say no when you ask it so nicely."

You smile mischievously and take the opportunity to accompany him, pushing him by the shoulders onto your bed.

Jungkook takes place where you were laying, he sinks into your sheets as he settles in.

You reach him with your legs still shaking and climb up until you're almost sitting on his thighs.

You pick up the condom that you had previously abandoned on the bed next to you, but before you can open it to let him put it on, you can't resist the temptation to put your mouth back on his inviting cock.

You give a provocative lick, spreading your saliva all over the surface you trace and you understand how much he too wants to finally be able to feel you when his hips suddenly move upwards.

"Fuck-"

You continue to lick slowly for a few moments while you stimulate him a little with your hand.

When you look at him, he's already looking at you and it doesn't surprise you, his mouth is slightly open as he tries to regulate his breathing.

He looks so sexy right now, you can see in his expression the immense heat burning in his irises. The need he feels to possess you.

"Stop teasing me."

His voice is strained and his face speaks clearly: if you continue like this he won't resist much longer, he can't wait to see you jump on his cock.

The mere look in his eyes makes you clench your walls in anticipation and with a little effort you finally get him to wear the condom.

You move to finally be able to position yourself on his erect member and begin to lower yourself. A shiver runs through your limbs, the small tingling you feel as he penetrates you is almost immediately replaced by pleasure.

Jungkook is big, but you're so wet that he can slide inside you with ease.

You support yourself with your hands on his chest as you close your eyes to fully enjoy the sensations you're feeling. You continue to move down until you are completely seated on him. You feel full, his hands resting on your hips and squeezing you lightly.

When you reopen your eyes, you look at him and get lost for an infinite moment in front of what you see.

Jungkook looks at you through eyes half closed in pleasure, he's been looking at you the entire time, as if the scene in front of him is the key to understanding the entire movie.

If memory had any capacity, this moment would take up most of the space in Jungkook's mind for a long time to come.

After a few moments, you feel like you've gotten used to his girth and can finally move up and down.

Despite your legs still shaking from your previous orgasm, you manage to move at an increasing pace.

You moan without caring about the sounds you make, music to Jungkook's ears as he lets you do what you want with him, accompanying your movements with his hands.

You move messily as your legs start losing strength. You alternate your motions by rubbing your clit on him, moaning loudly when you feel your little sensitive nub stimulated like this and the squelching sound of your pussy fills the room.

Jungkook hastily moves his hands behind your back, pulling at your bra to unclasp it. He doesn't take it off of you completely though, finding it more sexy the way he jumps up and down following your movements.

"Fuck yes.."

He groans as he watches hypnotized your breasts bouncing out of your bra.

Then he tilts his head back onto your pillow as his arms flex with the motions of your body.

You bounce on his cock the best you can, tracing the side of his throat with your thumb, right above a little red spot you sucked on his skin.

The vision is enchanting.

The sounds he makes, addicting.

You're breathless, the muscles of your legs are burning from the effort but you keep bouncing and humping as you feel you're close to the second orgasm of the night.

"I-I'm clo-"

You're so close to the point of no return but suddenly, your legs are failing you and just like that, you tiredly collapse on his body.

Jungkook is quick to react, grabbing your hips tight enough to support you and adjust his position under you as he starts to thrust up.

Your moans are broken by every thrust as he diligently hammers your pussy up just right.

"You're so hot Y/N. So fucking hot."

He groans softly, pulling you impossibly closer.

You feel strange, like you're burning alive and flying at the same time.

You comfortably lay on his body as you let him lead you to the peak of your pleasure, licking and kissing his neck and ear lobe in the meantime.

"Fuck yes- yes!"

You moan his name as the fire explodes all of a sudden and the extreme pleasure you've built till now, crushes hard on you. And just like that, you feel your legs shake and your head light like a leaf blown by a gentle breeze.

Jungkook's thrusts slow down a little, milking your orgasm slowly till the very end. He only stops when you start whimpering, knowing you're probably super sensitive right now.

He pulls out and you whine to the feeling of emptiness, your walls slightly pulsing as you already miss the sensation of his cock deep inside of you.

"Are you ok?"

He asks you as he tries to stabilize his breathing.

Your body is still glued to his, your breathing is as ragged as his and you let the beating sound of his heart soothe you for a moment longer before you nod.

You slowly get up hissing a little and you look at him.

"Cum on me."

There's no longer space for filters and your brain is so fucked out that it doesn't even care how needy you sound right now. Even after your two orgasms.

You're craving his touch, his sinful sounds, and you wanna know what it feels like to have his cum on your skin.

He smiles amused, chuckling a little.

"Yeah? And where do you want me to cum?"

His voice is husky and you feel your body reacting to that.

You buck your hips on his cock, blocking it between you and his stomach.

Are you even sane right now? Did he fuck you out of your own brain?

"On my ass."

Yes, you're totally gone.

You're totally gone for this man.

You watch him as you keep moving on him, you see he swallows a moan as your wet pussy keeps rubbing on his member.

"Aren't you sensitive right now?"

He asks lowly.

"I can handle it."

You sit up, your battered pussy is still recovering from two orgasms but you know you can take it and you just want to show him how badly you still want him inside of you.

He laughs mischievously, looking at your fucked out beautiful face with pride.

"Lie on your belly for me, then."

You willingly obey, throwing your bra out of the way completely and resting your figure on your belly, just as he asked.

You can't see him from this position, you only feel his hand reach for your leg, bending it so that you're able to turn a little to the side.

He now has the possibility to keep looking at your body from this perspective. He has your ass, the side of your breast and your face at his mercy and he can't wait to enjoy your every expression from here.

"Stop me if it's too much."

You feel the weight of his firm body lay on you as he whispers, and when you turn your head to nod you meet his face, dangerously close to yours that you can feel his hot breath caressing you.

You're spread under him, fresh out from the two orgasms he just gave you and totally naked, yet there it is, the look you wanted to avoid earlier, the one you knew would make you feel really, really vulnerable.

The mixture of his cares, his soft voice and his piercing dark eyes are sending danger signals to your brain as it feeds something deep in your chest.

You try to escape, diverting your eyes from the magnetism of his by nodding.

Jungkook pulls a little away, positioning himself right at your entrance.

You can hear him spit and the next thing you feel is his lubricated cock slowly pushing in.

You never felt like this, never had multiple orgasms and still wanted to fuck. The sensitivity is still there, you feel the heat spreading to your nerves as he slowly but surely bottoms up.

It's only when he starts moving that you feel a peak in your pleasure, like he is able to touch all the right spots at once.

He finds a rhythm, grabbing the flesh of your ass and pulling you to meet his hips.

Your breath is irregular, just like his, and you start pushing your palm on the sheets as every thrust is pushing you up the bed.

Jungkook has a better idea though.

He lets go of your ass completely as he swiftly grabs your arm and blocks it behind your back.

Feeling restrained like this by him causes a moan to escape your throat, followed by another one when he uses your arm as a grip instead of your ass to keep you in place.

"You like that huh"

He says through gritted teeth, the angle allows him to see the profile of your face as he fucks you hard and steady.

Your sweet innocent face, contorted in pleasure is an ethereal vision to his eyes.

And the fact that it's him causing you to feel this good, makes him feral.

You say yes a couple of times between your moans and heavy breaths.

He speeds up his pace a little more, always cautious of your reactions, not wanting you to feel any discomfort.

But what he hears from you next is what makes his balls tighten dangerously.

"Slap my ass, please-"

Your voice is broken but firm as you say it and something about it makes him go completely insane.

Perhaps the "please" part, or the way in which you're voicing your desire right now, mixed with your sweet moans and submissiveness.

He slaps his free hand onto your buttock hard enough to sting, and listens to the smacking sound and the throaty moan you let out resonate in his ears.

"Oh fuck-"

He lets out, pure ecstasy laced in his raspy voice as he soothes your skin.

His thrusts are becoming sloppier, more erratic, and he's louder than before as he's chasing his own orgasm now.

You're addicted to the sounds he makes during sex, that's clear by now. Every time a throaty moan escapes his lips, you wish you could record it and use it when you'll be alone.

Suddenly, he frees your arm and pulls out. You assume he's taking off the condom as you try to regain some strength to push your hair away and look at him over your shoulder.

You watch him pumping fast his cock as his free hand strokes the reddened skin of your ass.

His eyes are shut tightly and you keep watching him moan loudly as spurs of his hot cum land on your ass.

He keeps pumping till the last drop then he slaps his cock on your cum covered skin and you've never seen something hotter than what just happened.

When he comes down from his orgasm, he smirks at you, tired and satisfied.

You chuckle softly, covering your face with your arm without even noticing.

“Fuck, that was-”

"Amazing. Yes"

It was, it was indeed amazing.

He finishes your sentence in a small voice as he tries to steady his ragged breathing, still remaining where he is.

You feel his hot seed slowly dripping down your skin and when your breath is stable enough you move to the side of the bed to get up.

“I'm gonna take a quick shower, if you don't mind.”

you say, moving to get to your bathroom.

“Not at all, go ahead.”

When your shower is over and you feel refreshed and relaxed, you return to your room with only a robe covering you, your skin still a little damp under the fabric of the robe.

Surprisingly you find him fully dressed, you sure didn't expect him to stay longer but you at least wanted him to take a shower before leaving.

"Are you sure you don't wanna take a shower too?"

You ask him as you approach.

"Yeah don't worry." you watch him as he brushes his hair out of his face and fixes his clothes.

You remain silent after that, it feels strange and a little heavy.

Should you ask him to stay?

Will it be awkward from now on?

Was it a mistake from the beginning?

You don't want him to think you're kind of kicking him out. The unhealthy overthinking starts pestering you and you don't even notice you've walked with him to the door of your apartment.

He gathers his helmet and jacket from the floor and turns to you with a little smile.

"I better go. Don't want Ducky to get jealous."

It makes you laugh lightly and you can't keep yourself from playfully rolling your eyes at him.

It's still him, the Jungkook that loves to tease you and makes silly jokes.

You probably needed this to get back on earth and realize that you should stop overthinking.

"Oh! Of course we don't want that!"

You emphasize and your fake concern makes him chuckle.

It won't be awkward from now on after all.

You open the door for him and when he comes out he zips up his jacket, ready to leave.

"Let me know when you're going to the shop to get your gear."

He smiles, one of those smiles that make the drums go crazy in your chest.

"I will. Drive safe."

And for a moment you smile at each other, probably knowing that from this exact moment, it won't be easy to keep your hands away from each other.

Tonight marked an important step for you, not only the boost of confidence that you sported, but you can tell with certainty that your past is still bothering you, from time to time, but it doesn't have your present in its claws.

The decisions you made tonight could bring you to another disappointment, to another loss. Especially when this sensation on your chest keeps going off almost as a reminder, telling you 'Hey, in case you didn't notice, I'm right here!'

It will probably pass if you just ignore it…

It will go away as fast as it came… Right?

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cokoladasljesnjakom · 5 months ago

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tag you're it

shes a ruthless killer. she does not care if someone dies on her watch. her moves are like shadow. she is a shadow. once you see her, its too late. its not her problem. she cant complain, but what she can do is to complie. thats what is she made for. thats what they made her do. but once she escapes from their grasp, she searches for him. for her brother. but of course what goes around, comes around. and thats is when she meets him. the winter solider. and oh yeah the rest of the avengers.

authors note: hello. this is my first time EVER writing something so yeah. i hope some of you guys will enjoy this story as much as i do because this has been on my mind for MONTHS. n e ways. this is just a begining and buckle up. also the updates will be here but because im bussy they will be slow.

bucky barnes x female! reader

word count : 1.9k or even more idk man just read

the translation is down there like down so yeah enjoy 🫶

masterlist prologue part i

flashback

"but honey you need to eat veggies. you too max. its good for your health and maybe who knows you can get a hot cocoa." the voice ringed out, but she couldnt remeber whos. she really did. she tried with her blood, sweat and tears to remeber anything from her previous life. but no use.

present

"тень?" the man asked. and then it happened. he slapped her. one. two. three. four? shit she forgot how to count. too many times, until she could feel the blood coming out from her nose and lip.

"25 декабря 2006? отчет о миссии прямо сейчас!" 25 december 2006? oh. that. god, she didnt even wanted to think about that.

"миссия выполнена." that was everything she could say. nothing more, nothing less. she says a word more? boom. theres a fist coming up in her face. she says a word less? same shit. but worse consequences.

and there is it. the smile on his face. she watches him moving his mouth, but her mind is elsewhere. trying to remeber the dream. its been haunting her, trying to get up to the surface and to see if she can solve it out. but everytime shes close to a clue ... she looses it.

"you did a good job. you can rest now." the russian accent was hard on his tongue. she hated how his smile didnt bring any comfort but only fear. "but next time i want you to be ready for this тень. that mission is going to be the mission of your life." he laughed? she didnt know, but all she felt was discust.

"вытри ее и уложи спать." he said with discust in his voice, then he added "и убедись, что она замерзнет в этой чертовой комнате." she hated that room. she hated this. she hated herself. she hated everything. and yet, she cant complain, but only complie only.

she felt their hands all over her. she wanted to tell them to stop. to scream and get out. but she cant. she couldnt.

so they wiped her and picked her up to put her in the cyro, strap her down so she could stay straight. she felt cold. and then she felt nothing.

translation!

тень - shadow

25 декабря 2006? отчет о миссии прямо сейчас! - 25th december 2006? mission report right now!

миссия выполнена - mission acomplishment

вытри ее и уложи спать - wipe her and put her to bed

и убедись, что она замерзнет в этой чертовой комнате - and make sure she freezes in that damn room

i hope you enjoyed and if you didnt ... thats okay anyways BYE 😝

#avengers x you #avengers x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fluff #fluff #the avengers #captain america #black widow #iron man #hulk #hawkeye #falcon #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #m's blogs

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pauking5 · 2 months ago

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Updates, spoilers and more ☽｡⋆

hello world! it's been a while...

i know you may be sick of my little updates, trickled in from time to time, but i felt the need to give you a bigger update, kind of like a catch-up since i've become a little bit of a stranger around here. the last thing i put out on here was wayyyyy back in december, so here are my humble apologies for that. there's been so much in the works since then, writing wise, real life wise, among career epiphanies, and what not. soooo, in true me fashion, i feel the need to be a loose mouth about it all to you, my dear lovelies who have stood by my side even in the darkest of times, lighting my way with your presence and kind words. you have no idea how you lit up my world by simply saying a quick hello.

there is loads i've been asked about, that i may or may not have touched on in the amazing sweet asks i've been getting - surprisingly popping up every time i opened a draft to work on something - be it about current ongoing works, special projects or requests that are still pending on my list (fret not), all of them waiting patiently for their turn to be completed. i won't reveal everything right now, but there is a good chunk of stuff in this mini letter that should keep you sated until things actually start leaving my drafts pretty soon. plus, i'm thinking of making these letters a thing from time to time, just so you don't miss me too much when i'm down in the writing cave for too long.

this mini ginormous packed up newsletter is your unofficial teaser to everything i have in the works at the moment and whereabouts i am sitting on it all right now. from chapters you've been waiting for, to some surprises i've been holding off on sharing. and if you're curious enough and read the whole thing, there's some stuff that's been happening in my life lately right at the end.

all i ask is that you keep these to yourself. you're welcome to take inspiration out of my work, but please give credit. please don't reproduce my work anywhere else, because i put a lot of my life, my time and energy into my work. i encourage you to build your own worlds and stories, but not at the cost of the theft of someone else's work, sweat and tears.

so, now you're welcome to just sit back, relax, have a drink close by or a snack, and enjoy this newsletter of every single little thing coming your way very soon.

all my love to you.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Addicting Taste .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Chapter 12 - Monsters & Chapter 13 - The Reckoning

: ̗̀➛ These two are the sister chapters to the rest of what's happening down in the pit and outside of it. Down in the pit, Miyu starts her descent into the den of vipers for her first fight. She's fighting inner demons and dark temptations all throughout, and a twist in the game makes her weigh all the possibilities in her hand, trying to decide whether she should keep the light of hope alive and wait for salvation, or take the dark way out of it. She sees the struggles of these girls, she hurts for them, she fights for them, even when her own pain is so colossal and on the brink of breaking through every barrier she's ever put up to keep the darkness at bay. But let me tell you, I was so excited for that darkness to finally break through, because I wanted to write Barairo for so long. You felt her calling. You felt her crawling. And now she's finally awakening. That little demon has been calling to me too, silently pleading for a little attention, and I just had to give it to her. But I will zip it about this now.

: ̗̀➛ In Enishi's eyes, the world is a dark, desolate, cold place in these chapters. He's dealing with losing yet another beacon of hope to the darkness of the world, which has also become a part of his routine, his plans, his mayhem, and a part of himself; he's facing the repercussions of the blind trust he's given to a brother in arms that's been at his side for years, he's trying to find answers to the swarm of questions rising with Miyu's disappearance, he's trying to piece together what the Triads are planning, all whilst moving through one of the worst storms he's ever encountered in his life.

Chapter 12 was delayed for so long because I wanted to dive in deeper and draw on every single emotion our dear mophead was feeling. The ache for the light that made his life find meaning and purpose again and it disappearing all too soon, how it affects him, how it drives him to do irreversible things. Endless days and nights I spent sitting with him, his pain, his contradicting feelings, his innate coldness, his morals, his rules, everything that makes up him.

It was frustrating, lord it really was. But I couldn't just leave it like it was when I knew that there was something there, way beneath the surface of how I've been writing him, that I needed to bring out. Something laying dormant at the core of his psyche, waiting to be unleashed. Weeks turned into months and I kept going at his scenes over and over again, just analyzing, unpacking his character makeup, rewriting, polishing, scraping off, rewriting again, and when I least expected it, something really magical happened and what I was looking for finally came to me. The heart wrenching feeling of being lost, the grief that's been shoved down too deep, too rough, too much, the questions that had no apparent answers, it all caught new sense, new life.

The way he copes with this storm, braves it, and moves forward is so cathartic, and something that's helped me move past my own storm, one that's been holding me captive for months.

What happens in this chapter and the next ones is just pure magic to me. Both of them are changing and evolving, and the only reason I had to give this story more time was because I wanted to give it justice for how big and important it became to me.

: ̗̀➛ These chapters also explore how deep the Snake's involvement with the Triads goes, who is actually behind the girls getting taken, and the appearance of a new opponent that may or may not ruin any chance at peace for Miyu and Enishi for a long time coming. There's secret organizations making moves, many new bonds of trust forged, some broken beyond repair, others looking for forgiveness, and a new sense of belonging and unity and strength unlike anything those two have ever felt. There's so much young love pouring in from so many sides and I know you'll love the softness once we're past the heavy downpour of angst.

: ̗̀➛ I finally gave myself creative freedom to step out of the box of how fanfiction is usually written, to capture the essence of this story in greater depth. I'm talking bigger plot, higher stakes, and better writing that doesn't sound like stage directions. Writing that let me breathe life into this story. Writing that let me feel this world and pour more into it's soul.

: ̗̀➛ One thing I loved whilst working on these two chapters was how deep I delved into the fascinating rabbit holes of history. I pulled on my plot thread, built a mental board of what has happened so far and what's coming next, and started weaving in the finer details - real locations, myths, ancient stories of the samurai, real Japanese history and culture - everything that makes this story catch body and soul in my visual brain. I've learnt so much about things, read books on clans, articles on wild things kept somewhat of a secret from wider knowledge, and researched my socks off about every little detail that makes it all the more special to me.

: ̗̀➛ I am working on both of these chapters simultaneously, which is another reason why it's all been taking so damn long. The first part of Chapter 12 is at about 50% written and edited, the rest is literally just in my notes waiting to be organized for the second half. She is my current priority to finalise. Chapter 13 is the more rowdy sister that's been firing scenes and ideas at me on and on, so expect it to follow not too long after Chapter 12 is published, God willing. Another thing is that they are both long. Chapter 12 itself, as it sits now at around 40k + does not appear that long, but it is monumentally long. Don't you worry, it will not be cut down. I know you guys like the long chapters so it's all for you to enjoy. I am trying my best to finish it, because the first half of it was the longest and most challenging part of it to write, and I am slowly diving into the second half, but hopefully you'll get it very soon.

: ̗̀➛ Everything else coming from AT is relatively shorter (still in the 25-30k baseline, don't worry), full of love, heartache, betrayal, and so much spice it's been driving me mad reading it all alone. I hope you're still excited for this story. I know it's gone so many directions since it started, but I'm here for the long ride and I plan on giving it my all. I've grown with this story and the characters, and it's too close to my heart to go forgotten.

: ̗̀➛ This is also where I tell you Addicting Taste will be longer than 20 chapters :) Happy renewal lol.

・❥・Spoiler Line ・❥・

Chapter 12 - Monsters: heavy angst, betrayal, a little death, and apocalyptic levels of yearning.

Favorite scenes: The intro, Scene 3 - The Drawing.

Favorite songs in the playlist: Castle - Halsey, Animal - PVRIS, Ruelle - Find You, Storm - Lifehouse, Atlantic - Sleep Token, Paint It Black - Ciara, Hurricane - Thirty Seconds To Mars.

Chapter 13 - The Reckoning: alliances, chaos, mayhem, and a touch of deadly violence.

Favorite scene: The Awakening Scene

Favorite songs in the playlist: Afterlife - Evanescence, Heavy Is The Crown - Daughtry, Somebody to die for - Hurts.

Chapters 14, 15, 16: recovery, secrets, stormy waters, newfound family, pure rage, love letters and declarations.

Favorite scenes: drunken confessions, the blue rose, the bonfire, the hill.

Favorite songs in the playlists: Gimme A Minute - PVRIS, killer - FKA twigs, Unsteady - X Ambassadors, Holding On and Letting Go - Ross Copperman, Brave Shine - Aimer, Surrender - Natalie Taylor, Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran.

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❀࿐ Runaway ❀࿐

Chapter 6 - Seaside Venture & Chapters 7 + 8 - The Tokyo Match & More

Runaway has been a constant work in progress in my calendar ever since I started working on it late 2023. There's a lot that's still to come, and some stuff I might have touched on already in previous updates, but take this one as a comprehensive look ahead. Though even these little snippets don't comprise the weight of what's really in the cards, I thought it would be nice to give you a summary of what's going on, in case you forgot, and a little heads up about what's coming.

Once again, my deepest apologies for leaving you stranded on the beach back in October. Though I'm sure you didn't mind that 🤭

❀ Chapter 6 - Seaside Venture

You know where we left off in October, and I can tell you you're not ready for the coming ride. It's packed with action on and off track, sizzling chemistry and new challenges that can make or break things in the long run. But most importantly, it is hot, steamy and full of dirt (no pun intended).

: ̗̀➛ We've left off in beautiful Shirahama, where Naozumi and Raiko ran away to escape the pressures of racing life and the weight of promotional punishments. They're taking a day off their busy schedules to do some sightseeing for the rest of their trip. Since Naozumi's phone is normally turned off in vacay mode, and he took Raiko's phone away too, they have no way of contacting anyone outside this little town. They're stuck together on the island of tension building between them, and while one of them finds the situation absolutely irritating, the other revels in the warm rays of sunshine and makes use of the time to dig for some information. This whole escapade turns into a truth contest with how much gets revealed by both, and it kind of cements where their relationship lies. For now.

: ̗̀➛ Despite being against this trip at the beginning of the road, Raiko tries to enjoy the sights and let loose for a while. What she doesn't expect is how surprisingly fast some of her curiosities are getting satisfied one by one, receiving answers to questions she's had about her trip companion before she even asks them. But she's not the only one unveiling layers. Naozumi is also seeing a different Raiko that he's never expected to discover under all that competition pressure, one that's more free and less responsible with no distractions around, that he happens to find a lot in common with. They're talking, walking around town, doing a little bonding, and sharing a meal together that brings up a lot of new cards on the table. Cards of suspicion, questionable unspoken trust, and a sense of homeliness and magnetism that's new and strange to both of them, but continues to pull them in regardless.

: ̗̀➛ This one is spread in two parts - the seaside venture and the consequences of the real world - all in one. It covers what happens not just in Shirahama, but back on the road, and as they arrive back home in Tokyo. Will they still be rivals after this trip or will things drift more lightly between them from now on? Who knows. What I do know is that there is chemistry, banter, and little moments of serenity and calm because there's a thunderstorm that lifts grey clouds up in the sky after this trip. Clouds that are not just there yet, hanging low on the deep blue horizon. But they are coming and they bring wreckage with them.

: ̗̀➛ Though this is a dual pov chapter, it leans a bit more towards Naozumi's perception of Raiko and things he unknowingly stumbles upon that kind of alter his first impression of her. He finds out more about her family, what fuels her drive to race and the need to make her father proud, and what she's really like when she feels comfortable in her element. We also get a bit of his backstory here, and why Shirahama is such an important place for him. I fell in love with his character even more while writing this chapter so expect to see it in the writing *wink wink*.

: ̗̀➛ This one sits at about 65% written. I am writing and editing when I'm working on it to speed up the process, but seeing some action movies and the Fast saga on tv recently has definitely got me back in the excitement for it. If you couldn't tell by the many hints already, one of the many inspirations for this story was this movie saga because I grew up with it. The very first movie I remember ever seeing when young has to have been 2 Fast 2 Furious, and Suki has been one of the influences going into Raiko's character. Any other inspirations on this project came from my passion for everything car related, from growing up surrounded by mechanics and drivers, all passionate about a motorsport or two, to watching Formula 1 in my free time. Runaway also has this feel of a late 2000s/ early 2010s story, not just from the playlists, but from how everything concerning visuals is wired in my head to the wild scenery and characters walking the earth back then, how scandalous racing actually used to be, and the whole aesthetic of it in terms of fashion, car mods and the pretty lavish, exclusive and high adrenaline lifestyle of a driver. The DJ part is all a dream I've always had growing up that I might never see through in this life, and it felt right to add it to Raiko's character, since racing and music go hand in hand for her.

: ̗̀➛ Little birdies told me that I'm not the only one watching Overdrive and expecting Raiko to pop up on screen out of nowhere, so let me just say this means the world to me to hear. So I'm putting it out with the gods up there that we need Mackenyu to put on those fireproofs one more time for an Overdrive reboot.

Expect Runaway to make a comeback right after Addicting Taste Chapter 12 is out of the way. I've been working on them at the same time and let me tell you, it is not fun to have two, incredibly amazing fictional men getting you hot and bothered at the same time, but it's fun times.

❀ Chapters 7 & 8 - The Tokyo Match

If you haven't caught up on the deal already, Runaway follows the rally schedule of the Seiko Cup in the movie. Homeground Tokyo is our next stop and it is nothing short of messy. There's pride at stake this time, besides the growing pressure of getting points for the Championship. There's promotional stuff to get through that fills both Naozumi and Raiko's schedules, an intense football match that I loved writing, and more tension ensuing. Also, with all the previous revelations and this match, Naozumi's plans seem to derail from their original purpose, just a notch.

There's new challenges and enemies both have to go up against, since mysterious things have been happening around the team garages that only flag up when disaster is already impending, lurking way too close to comfort. Let's just say the oil mishap back in Fuji and the loose screws were not a coincidence. More mayhem mid-race ensues, and Raiko has to carry the team to the flatline once again, though this time it takes a toll on her and her world spins out of control in the worst way possible. But someone unexpected shows up to catch her fall, and their bond strengthens even more.

These are still in the development phase, but I'm hoping to get to them very soon.

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❀ Chapter 6 - Seaside Venture

Favorite scenes: The photo wall, The Iron Man T-shirt, and Via Vedo.

Favorite song: Close to You - Gracie Abrams

❀ Chapters 7 & 8 - The Tokyo Match

Favorite scenes: The co-ed shower, the trustfall, the drive.

Favorite songs: Crash - BKAYE, Casey Cook, I'm Good (Blue) - Bebe Rexha, David Guetta.

❀ Chapters 9 & 10 - Malaysia Mayhem

Travel, competition, and tension tuned to the max. The Seiko Cup is rolling abroad for this round and just like any other race, it's bound to bring some stress with it. The land is rougher, the weather conditions are perilous, and there's even more at stake now. There's even more breakneck racing, a royal ball that sways feelings to the surface, and a raw build-up of rage and anger that culminates with a lustful night and some surprising compromises.

These two are also in the development phase.

Favorite scene: Chapter 10, The Elevator.

Though I know damn well I love everything about Chapter 10.

Favorite songs: Give Me Everything - Archer Marsh - Stripped Violin Version, Sweet Nothing - Calvin Harris, Florence Welch, Believe - Cher.

Every other chapter following these is already planned, the scenes literally just waiting for me in my notes. I want to go chronologically with this one, so I'm refraining from writing ahead even more so I can catch up on actual writing.

This is also your reminder that Runaway too, will exceed 20 chapters. Plus, this is not the only thing I have been working on. Which brings me to the next announcement 📣

RUNAWAY 2: GLOBAL HEART (working title)

Roughly around October last year, I told you I had plans of writing more for Runaway. While spending all of September nitpicking Chapter 5 - The Escapade, building a Pinterest board and the character playlists even more, I had all these ideas running to me at full speed: scenes, dialogues, songs, and the amazing storyline. Two weeks. That's all it took for Runaway 2 to be born. And let me tell you, it is an epic ride.

I have been writing on this one on and off, pulling up ideas about everything I wanted in it, and how it works as a continuation of current plot. Yes, I already know how and where Runaway 1 ends and it leads right into how this one begins. Prematurely, I can tell you this one will have about 20 chapters or more, depending on how work on it goes.

I am soon to be starting actual work on it so it's ready for you once Runaway 1 finishes, whenever that is. I say whenever that is because even if I make a release schedule, my writing doesn't respect it at all. But, I am trying to get Runaway 1 concluded by the end of next year - keyword: trying - so expect this one somewhere between July-September 2026 with god's speed. I'm making no promises on this one, since I want to spend more time on Runaway 1 in the coming months, but feel free to ask about it from time to time because she arrived at a time my belief in love was at its lowest and the lover girl in me wanted to desperately evaporate, so she's become another baby I care very deeply about.

Here's your first look at Runaway 2 - Global Heart.

✧.* About the story ✧.*

Set not just in homeground Japan, but all around the world, Runaway 2 follows Naozumi's journey in the global WRC scene, and the struggles of competing against some of the best drivers in the world, all whilst trying to stay close to his roots and maintain contact with Raiko.

Back home, Raiko is trying to keep it all together as her life kind of plummets in on itself post-Seiko Cup. She's juggling new jobs, her racing career, her tumultuous friendships, and questions what she truly wants from life, and whether Naozumi wants to be a part of it for the long run. Their relationship is rocky enough through Runaway 1, but in this one it will undergo so many bumps and potholes meant to break it apart. They will crash and burn too fast. They will have to fight against their egos when none of them are willing to back down and settle. They will have to learn to go slow, to meet each other's pace even if it results in crashing out before the finish line. They will have to fight against every person, doubt and uncertainty that tries to undo their relationship. But the soft moments where they just let it all go to meet in the middle of each other's thunderstorm, that is where their bond really starts to blossom.

Old foes from the past are coming back to wreak more havoc on their lives, and one specific person holds the keys to the machines of destruction and despair that constantly try to pull them apart. But when one thing leads to another and Raiko joins Naozumi on an European escapade for the summer break between racing stages, they try to forget about all their problems and the chaos waiting at the foot of their world, to focus only on each other and spend some quality time together, trying to rekindle what's laying beneath the rubbles created by distance.

The locations, the sights, the whole story is so beautiful and it truly played like a movie in my head while I laid it all out.

We still have plenty of car action in this one. A LOT of it. From illegal races across the continent to actual car chases, big international racing events in the dunes of the scorching desert, and fun drifting sessions in the snow at the foothills of the Alps.

Man, doesn't this all sound so damn good? If only you knew this barely covers it.

And because I'm here to be a loose mouth, you also have a spoiler of the actual synopsis right here.

Stakes are higher. Love is stronger. Family is everything. But is it all enough to keep the trust unbroken, the passion burning like an eternal flame, and the great danger lurking at bay?

Also, here's five locations, seven songs, and some pictures from the board. Hope this all has got you excited!

Locations: Barcelona, Spain. Portofino, Italy. Las Vegas, Nevada. Saudi Arabia. Mount Fuji, Japan.

Songs: What I did for love - Emeli Sande, David Guetta, Euphoria - Loreen, Dive - Ed Sheeran, Now You're Gone - Basshunter, DJ Mental Theos Bazzheads, Amazing - Inna, Still Falling For You - Ellie Goulding, Apologize - One Republic.

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҉ 　Knights of the Zodiac - Wings of Steel ҉

I know I gave you a sneak peek of this one in one of the asks I received a few months ago, but for the sake of this list, here are more details.

We're here to spoil after all, aren't we?

First thing's first, I, for one, really enjoyed the movie. Yes, the storyline felt cut down and the plot felt like it was put on fast-forward, but it has a special place in my heart because that's where I first came across Mackenyu (though I have faint memories of seeing him around other projects). Even if I only discovered his tremendous ore of talent and dedication to his characters and their stories with Zoro and Enishi, Seiya does hold a piece of my heart in the palm of his hands.

So, here's what we've got on this one so far.

: ̗̀➛ It is pegasus knight x gryffin knight. This one will dive into the fantastical side of things and one of my favorite areas of history: Greek mythology. I am still looking over details, researching bits and bobs, but she's starting to catch form really nicely. We are falling away from the movie for a few chapters but it's to explore the wider world hidden beneath the loudness of the real world. I'm talking magical things - enchanted waterfalls and forests, mythical places and creatures, and good old faeries.

: ̗̀➛ Gray, our female oc in this one, is one of the most relatable characters I have ever written. I knew I would love her the minute her name came to me. She's the older sister type, really responsible, very down to earth. She leads like it's breathing. Her backstory is so full of distrust, running and hiding in the slums of the town after countless foster homes. One day, Alman happens to find her stealing something valuable, and instead of taking her to the authorities he took her in as one of his own, another daughter he's never had. Her relationship with Sienna was as close knit as ever in the beginning, until Guraad's greed broke this perfect family at the seams.

: ̗̀➛ When this perfect family breaks, and she's seen as nothing more than a guardian for her special aptitudes, Gray ups and runs away again, this time confident in her abilities to fend for herself. She's older, she's bolder and she makes a quiet life for herself in the same city Seiya fights to earn his bread, and though they never meet until it's time, they share the same cruel fate - to guard Sienna and protect her against harm. With Seiya's involvement, Gray is pulled from her normal life and thrust back into the circus of protection from which she desperately wants to get away from. But she ends up staying to help, even when the person she's guarding doesn't want her there within an inch of her sight.

: ̗̀➛ Gray and Seiya have so much in common, despite hating each other's guts at first. He's just another addition to the endless line of bodyguards who couldn't protect Sienna. Another pawn in Guraad's plans. A thorn in Gray's side most of the time. But they both know they have a common enemy and realize that joining forces is way better than fighting their own battles alone. The way they learn each other's patterns, how they train with Marin, how they go on the quest to retrieve Sienna back from Guraad's hands, all of it makes them come together, combining their powers to save what's left of their world. But chances make it so that they discover a whole other world that's been hidden from them, one that rpomises a greater adventure than they ever imagined.

Progress-wise, it's in the final stages of its development phase, though I have most of the story fleshed out and planned. The first part of this story is giving me some trouble at the moment, but I feel it whispering to me every now and then. I am aiming to get this one to you this year, hopefully starting September, but we shall see how it develops over the coming months and where I'm sitting with it considering how everything else goes.

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℘ On My Blade's Honour - A One Piece Live Action fiction ℘

You know who this one is about, and you also know it's been a long time coming. This green-headed swordsman has a long-awaited pending list of works, some in the drafts already, some in the notes, some still in the ideas phase. But out of all of them, this is one that I can finally share some stuff about.

First off, I think we've all had our fair share of abusing the living daylights out of the opla zoro x reader tag (I plead guilty). When I first started writing back in 2023, freshly after the live action came out, I did not even want to touch this tag. I knew I wanted to write Zoro at some point, both anime and his opla counterpart, but the most that came out were Under the Mistletoe, New Year New Me and my heart calls your name. Though I loved writing those little drabbles, I knew there was a bigger story waiting for my very own special twist on Zoro's character, and she started slowly nagging at me around the end of November 2023.

Months went by, the folder in my notes was not moving at all, and I was really much more focusing my attention towards Addicting Taste and Runaway. I was constantly searching for a female oc that was not something already written out there. I was trying to pinpoint how my Zoro looked like, how he felt like, what was new about him to me in the writing sense, but I was so scared of even opening a small little drabble on this dude that I didn't even want to begin anything remotely big that I didn't have the strength to carry at the time. So unfortunately, I had to let it catch dust in my notes for a long time.

Fast-forward a few months into 2024, right after New Year New Me came around, I took another look at the live action. Nothing moved again per se, but something stirred within me because I started seeing our dear mosshead in my dreams every so often. I usually take that as a sign that something's waiting for me. Then I started rewatching movies I've grown up with, reading of stories I've heard, listening to more cinematic music. Anything that helped unpack this whisper I kept hearing in my dreams. And then it finally hit me - the storyline, the characters, the relationships and dynamics between them all.

At first, I didn't know what parts of this story I could actually share to you, but I thought it would be fun to hear more about the kind of genres the story touches, our main heroine and the plot, for now.

So, without further ado, here's your first look at On My Blade's Honour.

Genre: enemies to lovers, loyalty, betrayal.

Working Synopsis: They say opposites attract, but so do similarities. You, the daughter of one of the most feared pirates around the world, working as a bounty hunter for the marines. Him, a bounty hunter with a purpose higher than most dared to follow. What happens when Zoro meets his worst nightmare yet, and you meet one of the most difficult, exasperating, trifling beings on the planet? Are you an obstacle he needs to push away from his path, or a piece that he was missing all along?

She's a work in progress this one, but what I already have in store for it is pretty damn amazing.

And that's not all you're getting. Right below, you've got the character profile of our fantastic female oc, a bit about her backstory, her personality, and her dynamics with some of the Straw Hats on the crew. Enjoy!

✦ Character Profile ✦

Name: Esperanza-Helena

Alias: Esper. Kunai Assassin. Viper.

Parents: Esmeralda Lucia, mother. Father only known by who must.

Weapons: Kunai knives bound together by a long chain. Can wield anything with a sharp blade, from daggers, to tanto knives and katanas.

Esperanza, also goes by Esper, is our female oc in this one. She's the daughter of an important figure in the One Piece world, only mentioned on a need to know basis. Raised mostly by her mother, she's been on the run after her old life was scorched to ashes by bandits when she was just a child. She becomes a bounty hunter for the government, set on bringing all filthy pirates to justice. Even if it's lousy pay, it fills her days and earns her a pillow to sleep on. But it's only once she meets Luffy again that her world starts turning around. Having been friends since their younger days, he's amazed that chance made it so they meet once more, and this time he doesn't want to let her go, so he makes her a proposition she can't quite refuse. Though she would be quick to accept, there is one problem that makes her deny his proposal - the sulking green-haired man already occupying the position of first mate in Luffy's crew, and the distrust that smeared their first encounter in blotches of betrayal.

: ̗̀➛ Esper's character is a wild ride to write so far. She's fearless, brave, strong, and she has gotten through every single obstacle ever thrown her way with a smile on her face. She is a little bit Latina at her core, inspired by some amazing women and fictional characters that I've always adored, such as Shakira, Monica Bellucci, Catherine Zeta Jones as Elena Montero in the Mask of Zorro, and so many more. This felt just right once I realized that she has this raging, burning fire running through her veins. She's a whole force of nature in her own right. She loves a challenge and she doesn't back down from it even after she meets someone of her own caliber, capable of pushing all her buttons with one single cocky smirk, which only makes her thirst for winning against him become even stronger.

: ̗̀➛ The way her character develops, slowly, but with bite and the femme fatale element, is a whole amazing process on its own. At first, I didn't really hear her voice through what I was writing for the story, so it felt a little bleak. But she's moving through my mind like a whisper and I find myself caught in her powerful energy every now and then. She's got this magnetic pull to her, something I haven't encountered with other characters I've written. Her name is also symbolic of that, because while Esperanza means hope, Esper refers to the whisper of a spirit of the psychic realm. Besides her talents in weaponry and exquisite swordsmanship, she has a few more aces up her sleeve that make her all the more special, but I won't reveal these just yet. I'll let you read about them when the time comes.

: ̗̀➛ Her dynamic with Zoro is something so cosmic to me. Their relationship starts off on the very wrong foot of distrust and betrayal, something that bothers Zoro cataclysmically, rubbing him in all the wrong ways. She's got all the black dots checked and circled in his enemy notebook. Her existence makes him tick. Her lack of scruples makes him pivot neurons into the sea. Her whole presence awakens this fire in him that he cannot extinguish, and it only burns hotter and more dangerous when they have to work together and share the same space, being part of the same crew. He has this insurmountable amount of hate for her, always present in the rasp of his voice or in the glacial depth of a glare aimed her way. But it's a good thing, because the feeling happens to be very mutual. Although, unlike him, even as he blames her for everything going wrong, she does make fun of the situation every chance she gets. From Esper's viewpoint, Zoro is a paradox of a man. A real piece of work, that is so attuned to his own world that anyone else's is merely a temporary occurrence meant to stand in his way. Lord, do they bicker a lot. It continues this way up until a point where Esper and Zoro start seeing other sides to each other. Sides that are so similar - how they always keep their guard up around people, why they never put their trust in anyone, why they don't let themselves care too deeply. But even the strongest of armors start to crack once they're hit too hard. The way they start showing up for each other as the story drifts along is unbelievably honest and it goes beyond any honor, valor or show of respect.

: ̗̀➛ Another bond I'm really excited to write is the friendship between Esper and Luffy. These two met at a time in their life where the world made them feel like they only belonged on the outside, hanging on the edges of normality. When you look at a very rebellious girl who sees the world in black and white and a boy who carries sunshine in his smile, you wouldn't think of them as the bestest of friends. But their friendship is something of a treasure. And though Luffy already picked his first mate, Esper will forever be his first ever mate. If there's anyone she's ever trusted more in her life, it's him and his drive to do things his own way. She has so much adoration for Luffy and the light in his smile is what fuels her hope that maybe her dark life can catch a flicker of sunshine too.

: ̗̀➛ This story follows the crew as we go along the live action timeline, with some additional stops that I felt would add to my take on it. There's bonus scenes, and chapters, all meant to build on the beauty of what's already there. I won't say more until it's time for it to set sail, but I can tell you it will be pretty soon.

Prematurely, I can tell you that this one also has a sequel in the works, called The Legend of Esper. It follows the events post-Arlong Park, and focuses more on Esper's side of the story. Her relationship with Zoro is looking up, but her past is quickly catching up with her, coming to dismantle everything they rebuilt after the disloyalty in the first part of the story.

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Favorite arcs: Kaya's mansion, Baratie, Arlong Park

Favorite bonus: Rain Oath

Favorite songs: Objection (Tango) - Shakira, Gasoline - Halsey, The Hymn - FLOYA, Never Let Me Go - Florence + The Machine, Slow Grenade - Ellie Goulding, Lauv.

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⚜ Crimson Desire ⚜

Seeing how much you guys loved this two-part vampiric story and the fantasy world I created for it made me burst at the seams. It's a whole new level of storytelling when I work on it, and I think you can tell even Enishi as a character feels a little different in this one. I think I may have made it my job to explore as many layers of this man as possible and this is just one of the many slices of him that I loved diving into.

Working on this one is close to pure joy, considering my affinity to everything gothic and princessy. It draws from where I grew up, the stories about prince charming, the myths about vampires, the wild nature scenery. It's been a little development corner for my world-building and exploring different types of writing that fall more into the fantasy side, but I adore every second of it.

Once again, I didn't expect this one to grow into more parts, but it has taken me by surprise the way the story continued and developed by itself.

There are five parts in total, two already out for you to read if you haven't done so already. The next three parts are in the works too and I can say they'll come rushing in with the gothic season, which is not that far off now. Down below, you've got the titles, a few details, and visuals to kind of give you more of scope of imagination.

✣ Part 3 - Swirl of Obsession ✣

Enishi and his princess are now bonded through the blood they've shared. He's given her a taste of what it's like to sin with him, to let the bond speak of her deepest, darkest desires, letting him sate them all. And now she's giving the bond access beyond her conscious mind, letting him see what she couldn't even feel rooted beneath the surface of her heart. Together, they're haunting the castle walls, christening their devotion in every room, laying themselves bare before each other. But one of them isn't as bare as he lets on. A haunting confession of a maid rises doubts and when she finds courage and confronts him, the lord of darkness reveals something that makes things take a turn for the macabre.

Favorite scene: The dinner table, the chase.

Favorite songs from the playlist: Midas - Skott, I Fell In Love With The Devil - Avril Lavigne, Judas - BANKS.

✣ Part 4 - War of Hearts ✣

Following the revelations of the dark prince, she takes refuge with the village convent. The head priestess offers comfort and more information regarding the lord of the land, and how his past was seen as a curse through generations of her family as they served the church. She is quick to refute any foul opinions of her prince, the bond still pulsing strong in her veins. But while her heart is drowning in confusion, her mind sees crystal clear, and it leads her to proclaim to do what no one else in her land ever could - hunting down the lord of darkness, vowing before God to bring him down once and for all.

Favorite scene: the surrender.

Favorite song from the playlist: I Was Made For Lovin' You - YUNGBLUD.

✣ Part 5 ... will remain a secret for now. Can't spoil everything now, can I?

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⋆˙⟡ Teasers for projects, requests and little drabbles ⋆˙⟡

Now, you know about where our main ongoing series are heading, and read a bit about the other series in the works, but there is so much more I've been holding off from sharing, crafting like a little gremlin whenever inspiration hit me. Here's a list of other smaller projects on the line, a bit of story inspiration and summary, as well as a rough completion status for each one of them.

✦ One in a Million - OPLA Zoro ✦

This one is the long-awaited third part to the New Year New Me saga. The whole thing was born out of two stories: how my parents got together and a situationship I just couldn't get rid off, always popping up around the seasonal holidays.

At first, I didn't think there would be more beyond the first part. It was a quick-write at the beginning, but the more I went in to edit stuff, it became even more and I started to entertain the idea of this little romcom scenario. I loved the reader's personality and how quick she was to avoid zero-chemistry relationships that just left her empty, and I absolutely adored how playful Zoro seemed throughout. It felt like I fell in love with his character all over again, this time from a new point of view. He felt gentle, sweet, just as head over heels for his girl as she was for him from the very first time they met. And as my situationship persisted from winter into spring into summer, this story started pulling at me even more.

Part two had so many titles strewn into the first line besides its official one, and one in a million was one of them. Considering it was the sequel and a Valentines one this time, my heart calls your name felt like the right fit, and one in a million seemed to stay and lurk along for part three. I didn't get to write it last year but she's been pulling at me these past few months, so you are getting your fill of a breezy summer romcom!!!

In this summery chapter, our lovelorn reader and her boo have moved in together and though it's been months, it's been nothing but arrows of love and lust. But things get a twist when she starts questioning more about her green-haired suitor, especially when it comes to his feelings. He can't keep his hands off her, but he never lets his heart open enough to show vulnerability. Can this perfect picture last if Zoro doesn't do what it takes to keep her in his life, or will he lose the special one his heart yearns for?

Status: development stage, with writing done here and there. Hoping to start working more seriously on it these days.

Songs from the playlist: One in a Million - Bosson, I Need Your Love - Shaggy, Mohombi, Faydee, Only Love Can Hurt Like This - Paloma Faith.

✦ Tanabata, a starry night - anime Zoro ✦

This one is for my fellow yearners still looking for their fated one in the beauty of falling petals, the sweet perfume lingering in the summer breeze, and myths of great stories of love that still give you hope there's something special waiting for you out there. Know that what's yours is set aside only for you.

: ̗̀➛ Fated meet cute with anime Zoro and lovelorn reader. It follows the story of Tanabata, also called the Star festival, a yearly event where lovers gather to celebrate the love uniting their destinies on a fateful night in July celebrating the meeting of two ancient deities, Orihime and Hikoboshi, also known as Altair and Vega, or the star-crossed lovers. Those already in relationships make wishes for long, happy lives together with their loved one. Those still looking make wishes on the stars to meet their fated one under the warm summer sky.

Reader has not been quite as lucky with romance, always meeting obstacles or more hurdles to be jumped. She's written her wishes to the gods, prepared all the offerings at their temples, prayed and prayed endlessly, but it was all to no avail. No partner rose to see her. No lover rose to lay his love at her feet unconditionally. Because the fates had something different in store for her: a chance meeting that will alter her view on what love is forever.

This one was supposed to be out several times along the year already, but with everything else already in the works it just never felt like the right time. Although, I have a feeling the stars are finally aligning for it.

Status: half-written.

✦ Overboard - Enishi request ✦

There was some Enishi spice requested not too long ago. She is under work too and hopefully to be finished soon. I keep my word even if it takes ages.

Status: half-written.

✦ Knife Dance - Enishi ✦

Enishi x female reader assassin, cat and mouse chase. Sharp blades, dangerous smiles, and burning lust can eclipse any main objective. When it comes to her missions, she isn't one to give up, but this one happens to give her more than she was prepared for.

Status: development stage.

✰✰✰ There are more things in the works, but you'll hear about them a bit later on. ✰✰✰

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♠ Special Project ♣

If you thought that was it, you don't know who you're up against. I couldn't sleep knowing how big of a secret this one is, and against many back and forth battles with myself, I decided to give you a bit of this one too.

Aside from everything you just read about, there are a few special projects I've been working on in hindsight. One of them in particular has me really excited because it's unlike anything I've ever written and it fell right into my lap as I was coming out of a big writing slump that's left me without inspiration.

It's mature, it's sexy, and it's going to get you hot and bothered with every single chapter. Boy, just thinking about it has my heart pounding in excitement. I can only hope it will do the same to yours.

So, please welcome to the stage...

♦️♠ Rule Breaker ♠♥️

This is a story about the dream of a little girl, that fell to ruins before her hand could even reach for it. A story about the filthy way the rich and the almighty at the helm of Tokyo's high society circus wield their wealth for fame, influence and power, and how they would stop at nothing to get what they want, even if that included corrupting young innocent souls for their gain. It's a story about the most primal, darkest desires of mankind, and how they are bound to sit still, hidden, until something close to a sinful act makes them rise to the surface in temptation. But above everything, this is also a story about rules, and just how badly they yearn to be broken.

This one is indescribable in words. It wasn't even born that long ago, but it has me by the throat in every single way possible.

And this is just a little teaser.

I won't reveal who the protagonists are just yet. Actually, this whole project will be a surprise, so you won't know much about it until I post the first chapter, just to keep you on your toes.

But I'm not an evil person, so here are three themes that will be explored in the story, some images from the smoking hot Pinterest board, and three songs from the especially curated playlist that will be made available with the release.

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Themes: dominants x submissive bound by contract, high society, contemporary dance.

Songs: Earned It - The Weeknd, Beggin - Madcon, Please - ORGAVSM.

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✧.* Real life updates ⋆˙

Well, well, well. You have reached the final part of this long ass update newsletter. Kudos to you, soldier.

You haven't seen me posting much around here est last December, and there's a lot that's happened in my life since then.

News-wise, life has been crazy. The first six months after I finished uni back in May were more or less pure hell, and I think you could tell from how sporadic my updates got. This is all in the writing, developing, career sector, all spinning in a whirpool like a washing machine setting that never ended. I finished my expanded Marketing and Journalism degree and knew I didn't want to pursue anything related to it in the slightest, less alone see another article or website in my life. Applying for work was another hell, so I kinda left it alone for a while and just tried to focus on writing and what I really wanted from life. September to December I was still very much creatively alive, but January came around and I entered this black hole of uncertainty that cast a shadow over everything I was working on. My future looked blank, my will was at its lowest, and my writing started losing its spark. The only thing I knew at that point was that I needed a goal, a purpose to follow for 2025. Something that would keep me working, something good, something that poured light into my life. I knew I was asking for magic to happen, even if I didn't know what it was at first. And that's how my first ever new year's resolution fell in my hands and gave me some hope - working on a novel.

Crazy, right? She's been only writing for close to a year, started reading more of what's trending. But she studied the ins and outs of writing all her life, even if she never really liked it. And that's what was to become her strength in the long run.

But until we reached the point of unlocking gifts and knowledge, and retrieving the lost inspiration from the crevices of the world, we have to go through the pits of hell and see if we have the strength to come back from it.

Despite all the hope that resolution gave me, it quickly dwindled. I prayed for an idea to come to me, for anything remotely creative. This was around the time I was struggling to carry on working on anything that used to bring me joy before, falling into such a slow rhythm it felt like my creativity was slipping away from me. I went at Addicting Taste on and on during that time like a maniac, day and night, just wishing it would start working with me. But every word that sat wrong on the page, every sentence that didn't sound like my characters, every plot idea that felt bleak just ended up in crash out after crash out after crash out. Runaway tugged at me and I managed to write some scenes, but that's all they felt like. Scenes. Everything was so dull, so lifeless, so devoid of any emotion. It felt like I lost the last thing I was good at, and if you're an artist that creates, you know it feels pretty close to a death of sorts. A death that haunts your normal life just as much as your creative one.

Nothing brought back my smile. I tried going back to uni projects that I never got to finish. I tried rereading my favorite books. I tried teas, baths, anything relaxing, but it just did not feel relaxing. The fact that time was ticking, passing by while I was wilting away unable to finish anything made me unable to function. My favorite characters were tugging at me for attention, but the most I could do was open a note and bullet point. I felt like I was failing them and myself.

What I didn't know at that time was that in order to be reborn creatively, you need to experience that creative death first. So I let myself feel it. I went through what I used to write and started re-editing. I went looking for scenes living in my head thinking they were written only to not find them anywhere. I wrote stuff that was so beautiful in idea but so awful on paper that it just made me sit and cry. I was trying so hard to get it right, to fit the box I have outgrown, to give the voices faith, that I didn't notice how far I've come in such a short time.

I think a lot of us do that to ourselves and it stops us from doing what we love, what we cherish, what gives us life, because of inconsequential things that put unnecessary pressure on you. Excuses building up, distractions taking your attention away, those damn voice you can't quiet. But you realise they have no real weight once you look from a different perspective. They can't hurt you. They exist because you're coming close to finding something you love that works for you, and now every fear wants to smother it whole before it gets a chance to sparkle.

Once the last leaf of my disbelief, discontent, and every bit of negativity I was feeling for my writing left, it all came rushing back to me.

Mid-February, the plot for my novel just fell right into my arms. Weeks later, I had the characters, the plot somewhat fleshed out, and the place. Now, I have three books planned in a modern gothic romantasy story that's close to my heart, my culture, and everything I love writing about. As I busied myself working on this project, letting it come to me on its own without rushing it, more ideas started coming to me and I finally opened those drafts back up with new eyes and got cracking.

What you've read above is all work that started last year and was fleshed out in these past few months, so I guess it's safe to say I'm coming back soonish. I'm still fighting those damn demons sometimes, but I'm not letting them win.

Career-wise news, talking with a few of you, family and friends, I finally found a pathway I never thought I'd follow. But the universe knows your calling, and when it shows up it's only right you listen and follow it. I've always been someone who loved learning, whether it was to gather more knowledge, to research the depths of history, or to explore the ins and outs of writing, whether that was music, languages, poetry or books. Writing has been something I've never seen as my thing, more comfortable analyzing and pondering it from the side. But once I started writing, nearly two years ago now, I realized writing was becoming such a big part of my life, especially in the past few months. So I asked myself, why not make a career out of this?

At first it sounded like a fable. Then the signs started showing up and I knew, even through the doubt and the fear, that I had to run it through and see what happens.

Nowadays... Your girl is in the middle of finishing work on launching her freelance Mentoring and Editing business ✨

I may or may not publicly open access to this on here, but if you feel like you may benefit from writing, mentoring or editing advice from someone like me, feel free to contact me to find out more. I offer mentoring services to get your drafts going, world building to get your story flowing, and editing if all you need is a nudge in the right direction structure-wise.

So peep a DM if you're interested and I'll send you right to my Instagram and website to check out more. If you have writer friends, that you know may benefit from this, send them my way! I'm still at the start of my journey, so I am in need of clients and the more the merrier :)

I am opening it to fic writers too because some of you have been crafting literal gold on here and I know you may or may not be working on your own little original stories. So don't be afraid to reach out and ask me more. You know my DMs are always open.

It's all so new and exciting, sometimes stressful. But if I can help with your work and get your potential seen by yourself, I'm here for it.

Health wise, I've had good days and bad days. My sight was bad before but it's apparently getting worse for my age? Whatevs. Won't let that stop me. But when I need the screen break I have to take it for a good while to fend off the migraines. If you're like me, please know that taking walks outside to connect with the amazing lush green grass in your backyard, and leaving your phone to go dead until morning sometimes really does help. Stop being so plugged online and let yourself live and breathe the world around us now because it is pretty epic to live on this spinning sphere called earth and we should appreciate it more. I can tell you that once you start doing that, the inspiration and creativity you were looking for will find you and bless you with miracles you never thought yourself capable of making.

So, now you know I've been working on quite a lot for the past year. They are all coming to you soon. As much as I hate that word, I can't speed up the process because that speeds up the ✨ magic ✨ . Some writers can do their work on the spot, but it takes me a greater deal of focus, time and patience to pour out what I want in these works, and ultimately what you deserve to read as my lovely reader. And even if not one soul ends up liking them, I want to know that I didn't do a halfhearted job and gave anything I worked on everything in my power to make it happen.

All I ask is for you to have a little more patience with me 🫠 Not that you didn't wait enough, but I feel guilty and it eats me up most times that I can't just give these to you on the spot.

I hope this mini newsletter cleared the waters a bit, or stirred them. I'll be making these a thing if you want, since there are projects I haven't mentioned in great detail on here yet, maybe just in passing. You'd be getting current status on what I'm working on, as well as ideas and backstories for them. I loved making the visuals for this one too, since there's so many things in my boards that never end up on the actual boards. And I spoiled you without telling you much which is another win for me and my loose mouth.

Thank you for reading all this. Thank you for reading my work and continuing to be here for me. Your presence makes my world spin around. It means the world to me to have met so many beautiful, talented and amazing souls on here.

I hope we'll meet again with fresh ideas and long chapters filled with new wonders for you to discover.

With so much love, Paula.

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hooked-on-elvis · 10 months ago

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ELVIS GIVING ALL THE DOLLAR BILLS HE HAD ON HAND TO A SOLDIER.

The White House trip, late December 1970.

Elvis Presley (1) Army years, ca. 1958 and (2) December 1970.

PLANE TRIP FROM LOS ANGELES TO WASHINGTON D.C. ON DECEMBER 20, 1970. I had to snap into action to work out all the details for Elvis’s return trip to D.C.—lining up our airline tickets, making preboarding arrangements, booking our hotel rooms, and hiring limos to get us to and from the airports. There was no way to do this without spending some more of Elvis’s money — I charged most of it to his American Express card. A short while later, with Sir Gerald [Elvis' favorite Limo driver in L.A., according to Jerry] again at the wheel, we were driving back to LAX. It had occurred to me that we might need some cash during the course of the trip. I didn’t have any (not an unusual situation for me back then) and Elvis didn’t have any, either. All we had was his credit card and a checkbook that I’d found in his desk at Hillcrest. The ever-resourceful Sir Gerald spoke up and said that he knew someone at the Beverly Hilton Hotel who might honor a check for $500 on a Sunday night, so we made the stop there and succeeded in getting the money. Elvis handed it to me for safekeeping. We got to the airport and were the first to board our red-eye flight. As the rest of the passengers boarded we noticed that there were an unusual number of soldiers on the plane — guys coming home from Vietnam who had first stopped in L.A. and were now heading back east to their homes, just in time for Christmas. Many passengers recognized Elvis, and he was cordial with everyone who said hello. Before the plane took off, one of the soldiers came up the aisle to stand next to Elvis and talk with him. He told Elvis what a big fan he was, and Elvis took an interest in the young guy, asking him where he was coming from and where he was heading. I saw that the two were having a very friendly conversation, and my attention drifted after a while. It was refocused when Elvis put a gentle elbow in my ribs. “Where’s that money?” “What money?” I asked. But I’d seen enough of Elvis’s gestures of generosity to suspect what was coming next. “The $500.” “That’s all we’ve got, Elvis.” “You don’t understand—this guy’s just come home from the war. He’s going home to see his family. I want him to have the money.” The soldier got the $500, and I was suddenly in the strange situation of traveling across the country with Elvis Presley, [alone and] absolutely penniless. Excerpt "Me and a Guy Named Elvis: My Lifelong Friendship with Elvis Presley" by Jerry Schilling (2006)

A little something extra to add to this story, something possibly easy to understand, but anyway. Think about today… it's becoming increasingly uncommon to pay for things with real money, we mostly use debit/credit cards - even our cell phones and watches can be used to pay for a purchase. Back in the days there were places that only accepted real currency as a form of payment - it was the 70s. Imagine being alone with Elvis Presley, a guy who wanted everything done as quickly and easily as it could be (TCB), wanting or needing to buy something and you, the only one responsible for him, not having the means to buy it and having to find a way to do it fast, out of nowhere! Jerry really wasn't in an easy position at that moment, but everything turned out just fine.

This is just for illustration purposes. Elvis' money clip.

#i love the white house visit story #it's so funny #i would say it's the funnier and coolest of all elvis' life stories #elvis presley #elvis history #jerry schilling #the white house #president nixon story #army #us army #elvis #70s elvis #1970 #elvis the king

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mastermind, part four

ok ok ok here's part four i dont rly have much to say here bc i said everything on part three but i hope you like this one and dw guys im gonna try publish part five asap im starting writing it tonight, productive era fr 🙌💯

warnings: slight angst, swearing, injury, protective theo😋😋

masterlist

theodore nott masterlist

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y/n’s pov

“Hello Y/N.”

I look up from my place on the grass where I was tying my shoes.

Oh. Him again.

“Hi, Cormac.” I say with a tight-lipped smile, standing up, and walking over to where I left my broom when I was practising.

Cormac follows me like a lost puppy and says, “So uhm how’ve you been?”

It’s been almost four months of this. He comes over to wherever I am and follows me asking pointless questions about the weather or lessons and it would’ve been fine if he wasn’t making uncomfortable inappropriate jokes in between. It’s December now, nearly time for the Yule Ball and I need to shake Cormac off my tail sometime soon or I'll have no hope of finding a date this year.

“Just fine Cormac, what about you?” I say mindlessly, trying to devise ideas to get him away politely.

“I’m good…would be better with you in my bed though…” he says, smoking at me as I give him a disgusted look and stop walking.

Forget trying to be nice, this guy’s a creep.

“Okay Cormac, let's settle this. What’s all this really about? I mean you’ve been following- no practically stalking me for months now, and if it wasn’t creepy enough without the inappropriate jokes, it sure as hell is now. So what do you actually like me or just want to get in my pants?” I say angrily at him, clutching my broom in my hands so hard, my knuckles turn white.

He looks started by my outburst at first but quickly replies and says, “Uhm no, no! Of course I like you Y/N, I just wanted to know if you had a date for the Yule Ball yet?” with the furrows of my brows he leans forward and speaks lowly to me in a more threatening tone, “Sure would be a shame if the whole school found out the truth about your favourite uncle.”

Sirius? What the fuck?

I push him away, “Get the fuck away from me you freak!” I go to leave before he grabs me by my wrist and speaks again, “Come to the ball with me and I won’t say a word about him to anyone,”

“Cormac let go of me,” I say, struggling in his tightening grip.

“Just say yes. Say yes and I’ll let go and no one will have to hear about your uncle.”

“Get away from me!” I shout at him, stomp on his foot and punch his nose the hardest I could, feeling his bones crunching beneath mine. Or maybe it was both our bones.

I hold my now numb hand and leave him on the empty field holding his bloody nose and groaning while I run straight to the castle.

I run aimlessly for about three minutes, turning every which way not expecting anyone to be out in the hallways at this time, “Everyone would be in lessons right now” I think before, to my surprise, I turn the corner and I’m face to face with Theo.

He takes hold of me from my arms before I collapse into him and looks at me in surprise with a cigarette in between his soft pink lips.

I mumble out a quick ‘Sorry’ and move to leave, maybe go back to my common room to look for Hermione but he stops me before I can go anywhere.

His alarmed eyes and lifted brows look down at the tears on my face and the redness around my wrist and knuckles. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, discarding it on the floor before putting it out with his shoe, takes me gently by the other hand and leads me to the hospital wing.

“Theo, no, I’m fine don’t worry.” I try and reassure him, “I don’t need Madam Pomfrey all over me right now, a potion from Hermione can fix me right up, I promise.”

He ignores me and takes me to an empty bed, telling me to rest my hand and sit still, before moving away to find Madam Pomfrey.

When shes checked me over and given me the right medications, he stares down at me but doesn't say a word until I ask, “What?”.

His reply is cold and quiet, “Who did this to you?”

I try brushing the question off, “Don’t worry about it Theo, I handled it fine.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” he says, looking down at my bandaged hand, and asks again, “Who did this to you Y/N?”

I sigh before answering, “You promise you won’t do anything illegal?”

“I promise.” he says and I extend my pinky on my good hand towards him. His hard expression softens slightly before he extends his and joins our pinkies together muttering another ‘promise’.

“Cormac. He got mad at me because I didn’t want to go to the ball with him and threatened to tell everyone some things about my family.” I say quietly, looking down.

theo’s pov

I don’t say anything as blood rushes to my head, my knuckles already forming into fists, my jaw clenching and my feet turning around to go find the prick.

“No Theo!’ Y/N says after me, trying to grab my arm and stop me from beating the rat up but I hold her hand as gently as I can and ask her to “Please rest Y/N, I’ll be back soon and I promise I won’t do anything too bad.”

“No Theo, please just drop it, it’s fine.” she tries to reassure me.

“What? No it’s not, first of all, he shouldn’t have touched you in the first place, but to hold you like that and threaten you? He’s begging for it now.” I turn to leave again, trying to find him somewhere in this massive castle, trying to calm down before I remember the look on Y/N’s face and all the anger comes rushing back like an extreme storm wave. Fuck this.

I walk around the castle quickly, keeping my eyes and ears open for any signs of the snake until I catch something near the bushes.

“No man, bitch fucked me right over. Broke my nose and everything. But I mean to be fair I do like them feisty if you know what I mean.” I hear his voice like venom before he laughs with his friends.

Before I know it, I’m being pulled away by Mattheo and Draco as Cormac’s friends grab him by his bloody torn shirt. Splatters of his blood are on mine but nowhere near as bad as his.

I had stayed quiet during the whole fight, speaking only with my punches and getting my message across.

A huge crowd has gathered by this point and I’m being assisted to McGonagall’s office by Mattheo and Draco patting me on the back with the teacher in front of us. I know I’ll get detention for a month, maybe two, and probably won’t be able to play Quidditch for a few weeks either but who cares.

It was for her and I don’t regret a fucking thing.

y/n’s pov

I walk down the great dining hall with everyone's eyes on me, whispering things to people around them. More than usual.

I take my usual seat next to Ginny and Hermione and look around at everyone, asking, “What’s going on?”. Ron, Harry and Hermione look at each other awkwardly before Hermione speaks up, “You don’t know what’s happened?”

“No?”

“That boyfriend of yours beat McLaggen up so bad he’s had to go to St. Mungo’s,” Ron speaks up against the silence and my blood turns cold as my stomach flips over.

“What?!” I say, alarmed.

“Yeah mate, everyone saw it… he was ruthless. Didn’t stop until the bloke couldn’t stand up by himself” Harry agrees with Ron as they turn to look at the Slytherin table behind and see Theo talking normally with his friends.

“He deserved it to be fair, I don’t blame Nott for beating him up the way he did.” Hermione says before asking about my hand.

“It’s all fine now, nothing major just a few broken bones.” I say turning my wrist and flexing my fingers before turning to Ron and answering his previous accusation, “And he’s not my boyfriend Ron, he’s just a friend.”

“Yeah well Harry and Cho Chang are friends but you don’t see him going around beating Cedric up.” Ron says stupidly, making Ginny tense up and Hermione glare at him from across the table as I take Ginny’s hand under it.

“Hey Hermione do you have a spare paper and quill?” I ask after we’ve all eaten our dinner and most of the people in the dining hall have cleared off.

“Yes of course, what for?” she asks, pulling a blank piece of paper and quill out of her bag and passing it to me. “I need to send a note.” I say vaguely before scribbling down:

meet me in the astrology tower after curfew.

I pull my wand out of my pocket and perform the paper bird charm, passing the note to Theo on the other side of the hall.

We all watch as he receives it, reads it and looks up at me, and winks. He asks Pansy for a quill and writes back:

See you there darling

I smile, putting the note into my pocket as Hermione squeals at me, Harry smiles and Ron makes a face of throwing up. “And that Ronald, is why you still don’t have a date to the Yule Ball. Speaking of which Harry do you have yours yet?”

“Yep, I do actually.”

“Oh yeah? Who is it?” Ron asks looking over at Harry. Hermione and I give each other a knowing look as Harry says, “Uhm, I’m not at liberty to say.”

Harry gets up to leave to escape the conversation as Hermione and I laugh after him and Ron trailing not too far behind, pestering Harry and threatening him if it's his sister.

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“Hey” I hear a soft deep voice behind me as I stare up at the stars from the tower.

I turn around and find Theo wearing a deep red jumper and red plaid pyjamas, holding two cups of hot chocolate coincidently matching with my red plaid shorts and red jumper with my initial on it, courtesy of Mrs Weasley of course.

We smile at each other as he comes close and asks how my hand is, “All better, see” I flex my hand once again to prove it to him and we sit in silence for a few minutes drinking the hot chocolate he’d gotten from the kitchen.

“So,” he starts slowly sipping his hot chocolate and looking over at me in the dim light, “What did you want to talk about?”

I take a breath before answering, “Why did you do that?”

His eyebrows furrow, “Do what?”

I give him a knowing look and he looks away with a smile in response which drops quickly when thoughts of Cormac come back in his mind. “Guy’s a git. Doesn’t deserve you.” He says plainly bringing the cup to his lips again. I look at him for a minute, observing his long eyelashes and soft skin and look away just when he looks at me.

“Have you got a date to the ball yet?” He says in the comfortable silence.

I look back at him getting lost for a moment in his soft blue eyes. I shake my head in response.

He nods, looking down before downing the rest of his hot chocolate and standing up.

He reaches out a hand towards me and pulls me up from my place on the stairs and says, “Would you go with me if I asked?”

I look up at his eyes once again, seeing a hint of fear behind the blue, “If you asked dickhead.”

He laughs at this, nods and kisses me on the cheek before leaving.

“See you later star.”

“Star?” I say in question, my cheeks burning from his touch.

He doesn’t say a word or turn around, but simply holds out his middle finger, flipping me off which confuses me more until I see the silver ring I made him resting at the bottom of it.

I smile to myself as he walks away, leaving my face flushed and heart swollen.

What am I getting myself into.

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part four done, lmk what you think!!

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youtubesweirduncles · 1 year ago

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Hello, and welcome to 'Thoughts on the Try Guys streaming platform thing', by basically the only remaining try guys dedicated account on Tumblr (I think (Also ignore I haven't changed my pfp after the controversy))

So, as I've said before, I think the guys really managed this very well when you compare today's video with Watcher's announcement from a few weeks back. They seem to be using the new streaming service as a fancier Patreon that you can subscribe to if you like the content and want more of it, plus the exclusive vids or extra stuff, but it doesn't seem like it's meant to replace the channel and leave the people who can't afford it behind. They are offering a lot of new shows, many of which they teased on the youtube channel. The little pilots were used not only to give us a taste of what 2nd Try will be like but also introduced the new cast members! (I guess it's apropiate now to call Johnny Cakes, Kwesi, Marissa and rest as Try Guys too?). I'm so so happy to see them now as main talent; they helped carry the new era of the channel for the last year and a half and deserve the recognition.

Hooowever, I will say this.

I feel like the way they are handling this transition (and, let's be frank, the reaction from the audience) would not have been the same without the Watcher TV announcement and its fallout.

In case you don't know: Zach and Keith told us there would be a BIG announcement around this time of year way back in December. In early May (I think) watcher announced their own streaming service and literally everybody hated it. In mid-may, on a random Wednesday, the try guys channel just? don't post anything? and it seems like a very last minute decision to not post a video when they have posted videos every Wednesday for years? And now, a week later, they announce their own streaming service (with a video that references Watcher's announcement, so we know it was filmed after that was posted).

We can only guess, of course. Nothing is confirmed. But it really seems like they were going, if not the same, a very similar route that Watcher was. This is why I struggle to give them that much credit for offering a better deal that the Ghoul boys did, since I don't think they would've taken the same decisions a month ago. I want to think they are good guys who understand that most people can't afford to pay for this and they wouldn't put ALL their content behind a pay wall. But if you asked me a moth ago, I would have told you that Ryan and Shane were incapable of that too.

So I guess I'm not sure how to feel lol.

(Also I know many watcher fans are kinda mad that the try guys are getting a better response that Watcher did and also that Keith and Zach referenced the Watcher.tv vid because they think it was shady.

Calm down. They're literally friends. I bet they know what's okay to joke about and what isn't. I even bet they spoke about this in the last few weeks. Calm. Down)

#and a reminder that english is not my first language so i bet there's lots of mistakes here #sorry #keith habersberger #the try guys #tagging watcher because i spoke about them a little and also just to be a little bit messy #tryguys #try guys #eugene lee yang #zach kornfeld #2nd try #watcher #re:watcher #i dont go here but i totally adore them

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rexelectus · 4 months ago

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May you rest in peace , my love .

● — || Hello , my loves . I'm making this post knowing that it's not an easy post to make . A few of you have asked why I'm not over here much , or why I just sort of . . . left Noctis for a while . And honestly , it's not something I've been ready to talk about until now . I'm making this post because I was told by her family member to let those she knew know that this happened and to share the word with all of those that she cared about .

Many of you knew Jenny { @sylleblosscm } also known the Lunafreya I wrote with most of the time . Jenny , to everyone who knew her , was nothing but an absolute ray of light . Her humor , charm , writing , and radiance touched everyone that she had the pleasure of coming across . She was nothing but a wonderful friend, and always there for anyone that she came across no matter rain or shine . She was someone that everyone would be wanting to write with or just be friends with because she had that much of a powerful presence in the world .

On November 24th , 2024 , I was given the news from her loved ones that our beloved Jenny had passed away due to personal medical reasons . Her funeral was held just a short while later on December 5th . I , and many others , attended it virtually being from all over the world , but we wished we could have done so in person . We shared kind words that were put in her casket , and were very fortunate that her family wanted to share this day with us .

I want you to know that , personally , it is still not easy for me to be here , as this blog {and even my discord} are full of so many loving memories of Jenny and all of our time writing together / being friends over the years . I am trying , though , because I know that it's what she would have wanted . While this is not an easy post to make , I do invite you to share your kind memories and thoughts of Jenny in the comments below , or make your own post{s} if you are so inclined .

Jenny , my love , thank you . . . Thank you so much for being someone who made writing here every day something to look forward to . Thank you so much for being a kind ear , and for always being someone that I wanted to be around and share everyday with . Thank you , lastly , for being the Moon to my Star and for helping bring our own little world to life . I miss you endlessly , and there's not a day that goes by that I won't think about you .

Rest well , my love . No matter where you are in the stars , I will always be looking for you .

#sylleblosscm #● off the throne || ooc #tw:death #● ooc || I'm sorry for any grammatical errors I wrote this while crying .#● ooc || I also just realized by phone changed her name

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emberdragon34 · 1 month ago

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Shooting stars AU - Chapter 7

Triggers in tags

PoV: Scar

Disclaimer -- Prologue -- Previous chapter -- Next chapter

HCPD ARCHIVES - December 2029 - 'The Angelfish Account'

Hello.

I see you’re looking to stop Big Salmon.

If so, I have some information for you:

Cuttlefish – spy, makes camouflage: Hypnos Tyner, works at Dark Horse Fashion, 35 Hermit Crescent

Lionfish – hallucinogenic/poison injections, torture with needles: Elex Voide, ‘Pins and Needles – Tattoos, Piercings and Therapy’, 10 Hels Avenue

Sailfish – weapons, sells real swords/daggers to them: Felix Whip, Works from home, making clay miniatures models for the ‘Empires’ War Games and TTRPG. Private metalsmith, 3 Grimm Lane

Electric Eel – hacking, cyber attacks, mirror sites, stealing information: Trudy ‘True’ Symms, cleans up after missions, lives off False’s SymNet fame, 102 Diamond Street

‘Bubbles’ – private assassin: Real name unknown, runs ‘The Mythical Sausage Dogwalkers’ out of 69 Lore Way

Big Salmon – leader: Sal Montague, Codfather’s Fishmongers, 1 Ocean Avenue

I hope this is helpful.

Love,

Angelfish

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For the second night in a row I barely sleep. Cub’s peaceful slumber disappears quickly into restlessness, crying and mid-nightmare muttering. I hug him, whispering false promises that everything will be ok. Thinking about Mumbo, broken and beaten because I failed to rescue him. Cub, terrified and struggling in Barracuda’s grip, with a cleaver held against his neck. And then the moment Cub got free, it was him threatening Barracuda, the exact same malice in his voice as Jingler.

He would’ve done it too. I think, as the sinking feeling grows. If you hadn't stopped him, he would’ve easily cut off Barracuda’s arm.

And now I have to go back to the Woodland Mansion to save Mumbo.

As HotGuy? As myself? Maybe even as Jangler, returned to haunt his old halls. 5 years after me and Cub promised that they were dead and gone forever. We’d never play the villain again.

And yet Cub threatened to cut someone’s arm off yesterday.

The worries stay with me all night, but we both pretend everything is fine the next morning. Like we didn't know neither of us could sleep. Like talking about it won't help us process it. Like the world would cave in if we didn't do the same routine as always. Get up, go to Stargazer's, bake what needs baking. BigB, Cub’s part-time assistant asks us about life. We reply vaguely. Jimmy and Lizzie arrive with beaming smiles and trivial arguments. After some chatting I don't engage with, we head off.

I trail behind, silent, all the way to Bamboozlers. Where I’m stopped in the doorway.

‘Scar, what’s wrong?’ Jimmy asks.

‘Wrong?’ I reply, like I’ve never heard the word before.

‘What happened? Is this to do with Mumbo? You were called into the police to help with that case, right?’

‘I don't want to talk about it,’ I say. ‘I’m exhausted.’

‘Talking might help you recover?’

‘I’m still processing before I even consider recovery, Jimmy. Just put something on the TV, I need a distraction.’

‘Yeah?’

Jimmy turns on the TV in the back as we start setting up. It’s a reshowing of some fantasy series ‘The Third Life’ that was popular a few years back. I’ve watched it before, but Jimmy's captivated. Instead, I start unstocking in the front, until the episode ends, and the news begins instead.

‘This week, in Hermicropolis…’

Jimmy turns up the volume at Pix’s usual intro. There’s some interview clip I’m sure we’ll hear more about later, and then the rest of his normal spiel.

‘Welcome to the Hermicropolis Recap! My name is Pixl Riff.’

‘My name is Sloy X. P.’

‘And captions on this broadcast are provided by Lyarra. Yesterday in Hermicropolis, shocking news across SymNet at a video hostage linked from Nether Hub, related to a failed rescue by HotGuy, more on the two Nether survivors found down Boatem Road…’

‘Scar, that’s you and Cub! What happened?!’

‘What?’

I peer around into the back.

And freeze.

There on the TV screen is a blurred picture of me and Cub, exhausted, on the curb of Boatem Road. Then another of us fleeing Codfather’s. The flowerpot in my hands slips to the ground and shatters. I snap from muted exhaustion to raw emotion.

‘Oh my fucking gosh- why the fuck are they posting that on the fucking news?!’ I snarl, wheeling closer.

‘Scar?’

‘That’s- I can't believe them. I can’t fucking believe them- why would they- oh Notch they’re going to find us and- and kill us, and…’

‘Kill you?! What? What’s wrong, Scar?’ Lizzie hurries over. ‘Scar?’

‘They fucking put us on the news. For Big Salmon to see. And threaten us. And find us,’ I sob, signalling vaguely forwards the TV.

‘What happened? Wait- is this to do with Mumbo?’ figures Jimmy. I nod.

‘Me- me and Cub were tackling a potential suspect location,’ I manage to say. ‘He was badly hurt, we- we ran away,’ I explain. ‘Now Big Salmon can find us and get revenge.’

‘Why was Cub there?’

‘He wanted revenge for Mumbo- because-’ I falter, about to mention HotGuy. ‘Because reasons, I don't know.’

‘...Mumbo J Cutler, who HotGuy rescued during the Five Years of HotGuy show, was caught again and tortured as a way of getting information about the police force…’

And then Mumbo appears again, smiling at a press conference, in a dapper suit. Far removed from the haunted figure, tied up and broken, because of my failure. I have to excuse myself, silently crying as I hide in the front, hoping to distract myself with stocking. Jimmy mutes the TV.

‘Oh shut up, Pix…’ He mutters. ‘I don't know why everyone is blaming HotGuy, when he didn't even do anything. He rescued Mumbo, then probably got badly hurt and had to run away.’

‘Hasn’t stopped him before… Remember when he broke his leg and kept chasing that bank robber, while he was limping? I think HotGuy just wanted to be back to the celebrations…’

‘LIZZIE! I swear to Notch- brother, if you don't stop going on about HotGuy- Scar, back me up, please, it was all she would say last night while I was staying over.’

I don't answer, I just keep distracting myself so I don't break down entirely.

‘You make it sound like you chose to not pay your rent and start living with me and Joel instead,’ Lizzie retorts.

‘I did pay my-’

My phone rings.

‘Sorry, gotta answer that.’ I excuse, wheeling into the staff toilets, locking the door behind before answering.

‘Hello?’

‘Scar they put us on the fucking news they’re going to give our names and locations and then Big Salmon will find us and get revenge- I’m so sorry, Scar. I’m so sorry if I hadn't fucking threatened them maybe they’d-’

It’s Cub. I frown, failing to decipher his mumbled rush of panic.

‘Cub, please, slow down. I can't understand you.’

‘It’s all my fault I threatened Barracuda so now they’re gonna get revenge because we were on the news, they know who we are-’

‘Cub!’ He falls quiet. I take a deep breath. ‘Cub, calm down. You’re spiraling. Where are you?’

‘Back of Stargazers. Joe’s around- he forced me to sit down and gave me some water. Him and BigB are serving customers, but I saw the news-

They wouldn't put us on the news if they didn't have more than SymNet,’ Cub explains, a little slower, but still rushing. ‘They know who we are. Big Salmon know they’re talking about us. If our actual names and locations get out, we’re in actual danger.’

‘Then what do we do?!’

A pause.

‘Cub? What do we do?’ I repeat, more desperate.

‘Well- well If they know where we are, they're going to send the press to us. And- wait- If we’re in danger anyway, we can just tell the media what we know, right? We have the police on our side- wait- shoot- Zedaph’s here. Their onsite interviewer. He’s already asking about it. I’ll tell him as much as I know, ok?’

‘Tell him to keep as much about us out of the report. Our names and stuff.’

‘If they know where I work, they know who I am. It’s going to be live television.’

‘Get them to keep it secret! Fucking- pay them, I don't know. Give Zed free food at Stargazers for the rest of time. Free plants at Bamboozlers. All the juiciest gossip saved for his ears only.’

‘I’ll do whatever I can. If you can get an interviewer coming over too, do it. Just- I need to go. Bye, Scar.’

He hangs up. I take a few shaky breaths. Cub has an interview with the news. Cub’s going to tell them what we found out. And-

‘Scar?’ A knock on the door outside, frantic. ‘Scar, they're talking about you again! You and Cub, they’ve given names, but nothing else,’

‘Turn up the volume, Cub’s got an interview with them!’ I say, leaving the bathrooms. Jimmy’s there, the TV back to volume again.

‘Is everything ok?’

‘I don’t know. Probably not,’ I reply, wheeling past, to see the television. In the front, I hear customers. Bamboozlers is open.

‘...Bamboozler’s florists. We don't know where they came from, but eye witnesses can tell Cubfan was ‘bleeding profusely’ while Scar Goodtimes gave ‘Malicious side-eyes.’

‘Yeah, because they were photographing us without our consent! To share on the internet and fucking- I don't know!’

‘Other eye witnesses have also stated Cubfan was seen breaking into a disused fishmonger and fighting with the owners… we managed to get an interview with Cubfan, live, at Stargazer's cafe. Zedaph?’

The screen changes from the studio to the unmistakable interior of Stargazer's. Cub looks nervous, exhausted. Zedaph beams at the camera.

‘Thank you, Pix. I am here with Cubfan… so, Cubfan, what led you to attempt to rescue Mumbo?’

‘Idiocy? Um- I dunno. I figured it was Big Salmon, and found The Angelfish Account online. It said they worked here and- well, I figured Mumbo might be here.’

‘What happened? Is it Big Salmon?’

‘Yes. I was ambushed and taken to their back room to be tortured like Mumbo. He wasn't there. My friend rescued me. You- you can see here where we handled the injuries afterwards.’

Cub shows off the dressing over his neck. His hands shake as he pulls down the collar. Zedaph draws a hissed breath of sympathy.

‘Slit throats aren't fun.’

‘But- but we found where they're keeping Mumbo. The Woodland Mansion. Where the ConVex were before retiring.’

‘Do you think the ConVex could be involved in this case?’ Zedaph picks up on. Cub, clearly taken off guard by the question, hesitates before replying.

‘I- well- I hadn't considered that but very possibly. I think that’s actually very likely.’

‘And your attackers?’

‘Barracuda and Swordfish. We don't know more about them, but I- Notch- I hurt Swordfish trying to escape. Accidentally. The- the- we were in the kitchen I swung- Swordfish was in fencing gear and the knife just went through the mask and- uh- her face? So if anyone’s got a huge, new, scar across their face, and long red hair. And fences. Then- well, that might be Swordfish.’

‘And Barracuda?’

‘He had the cleaver he hurt Mumbo with. He’s the one who hurt me. I didn't see who he was, or any details. The mask- it’s one of the ones that goes over the entire head, so I can't even see hair colour. And there's a voice changer as well.

‘How did you find out where they were actually keeping Mumbo?’

‘You won't believe me, but these people actually do villain monologues. They just- kinda- told me? Thinking I wouldn't escape? Before my friend came in and rescued me.’

‘And this friend is Scar Goodtimes I assume?’

‘No comment.’

A pause. Zedaph struggles for questions.

‘How did you escape from Big Salmon? Considering what happened to Mumbo, being caught by them twice, these lot are clearly well-trained and dangerous.’

‘A little self-defence, distraction, and we ran.’

‘That’s great… well, I’ll let you get on with your business here. Pix, back to you in the studio.’

‘Thank you, Zedaph.’

The attention turns back to Pix, and then another story. Jimmy mutes the TV again.

‘Scar?’

‘He did well. Right?’

‘Yeah, yeah, he did very well… did they really just villain monologue their way into giving you the information?!’

‘Apparently. I wasn't in the room yet.’ I reply, echoing Cub’s lie. I wheel away from Jimmy and towards the flowers we’re growing in the back as excess stock. My phone buzzes again. I glance down. I’ve been tagged, by an unknown user, beneath their SymNet post.

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2 and 10 for the Catholic ask game

2: Confirmation Saint?

ST JOSEPH

Okay it was actually a really hilarious story. So there I was. December, 2020. The summer earlier, during COVID, my family had done the 33-day consecration to St Joseph, and I'd felt close to him in a way I never really had before (though of course I've always loved him)-- especially under his title Terror of Demons. But there were several other saints I was considering for confirmation sponsorship, and I just. Didn't know what God's will was.

So I pray, one night, "Listen, Lord. I love all these saints. I do not know what You want, but I'm feeling really drawn to St Joseph for some reason?? I need help. Please Help Me" (paraphrased)

The next morning I'm sitting at breakfast eating a bowl of Cheerios (I remember it vividly) when the anchor on our Catholic morning radio announces that Pope Francis has just declared 2021-- the year in which I'll be confirmed-- as the liturgical year of St Joseph.

I was like. "Well. Yes okay God I'm picking up what You're putting down" and St Joseph has been my best saint friend and beloved spiritual father ever since :DDD

10: Favorite Hymn/Chant?

Oh gosh. I have SO MANY. Hold up let me list them for you. Ft favorite verses because I Am Unwell. Putting this under the cut because it's gonna take a while and this post is already long as it is XDDD

@seeking-elsewhither and @marian-devotee You Wanted to See This

(i just really like music okay)

"Be Thou My Vision" (HI HELLO MAY HEY LISTEN. WHEN I LEARNED THIS WAS ALSO YOUR FAVORITE HYMN I ACTUALLY GAINED AN EXTRA TEN YEARS OF LIFE. WHY HAVEN'T I TOLD YOU THIS BEFORE? IDK BUT I'M TELLING YOU NOW)

All of the verses. To tears, I say

But. Consider

Be Thou my Breastplate, my Sword for the fight; be Thou my whole Armor, be Thou my true Might. Be Thou my soul’s Shelter, be Thou my strong Tow’r, O raise Thou me heav’nward, great Pow’r of my pow’r.

High King of Heaven, Thou heaven's bright Sun, O grant me its joys, after vict'ry is won; Great Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, still be Thou my Vision, O Ruler of all.

"O Come, All Ye Faithful" (okay specifically I like singing it in Latin but the English verses slap too)

Deum de Deo, Lumen de Lumine! Gestant puellae viscera. Deum Verum, genitum, non factum: venite, adoremus! Venite, adoremus! Venite, adoremus Dominum!

God from God, Light from Light eternal, lo! He takes form in the Virgin's womb; Truly the Godhead, begotten, not created: O come, let us adore Him! O come, let us adore Him! O come, let us adore Him-- Christ the Lord!

"The Church's One Foundation"

Also All of the verses. But:

Okay you know what. I'm just putting all of the verses. Because AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The church's one foundation is Jesus Christ, her Lord; she is His new creation by water and the word. From heav'n He came and sought her to be His holy bride; with His own blood He bought her, and for her life He died.

Elect from every nation yet one o'er all the earth, her charter of salvation: one Lord, one faith, one birth. One holy name she blesses, partakes one holy food, and to one hope she presses, with every grace endued.

Though with a scornful wonder, men see her sore oppressed-- by schisms rent asunder, by heresies distressed-- yet saints their watch are keeping: their cry goes up, "How long?" And soon the night of weeping shall be the morn of song!

The church shall never perish! Her dear Lord to defend, to guide, sustain, and cherish, is with her to the end. Though there be those that hate her, and false sons in her pale, against the foe or traitor she ever shall prevail.

'Mid toil and tribulation and tumult of her war, she waits the consummation of peace forevermore, till with the vision glorious her longing eyes are blest, and the great church victorious shall be the church at rest.

Yet she on earth hath union with God the Three in One, and mystic sweet communion with those whose rest is won. O happy ones and holy! Lord give us grace that we, like them, the meek and lowly, on high may dwell with Thee.

"Crown Him with Many Crowns"

Crown Him the Virgin's Son! The God Incarnate born, Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn! Fruit of the Mystic Rose, as of that Rose the Stem: the Root, whence Mercy ever flows, he Babe of Bethlehem!

Crown Him the Son of God before the worlds began, and ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man! All hail, Redeemer, hail, for Thou hast died for me; Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity!

Crown Him the Lord of Love! Behold His hands and side: rich wounds, yet visible above in beauty glorified! No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight, but downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright!

Crown Him the Lord of life, Who triumphed o'er the grave; Who rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save. His glories now we sing Who died and rose on high, Who died, eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die!

Crown Him the Lord of Heaven: One with the Father known, and the Blest Spirit through Him given from yonder Triune throne! To Thee be endless praise, for Thou for us hast died. Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days adored and magnified!

Crown Him the Lord of heaven, enthroned in worlds above, crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love! Crown Him with many crowns as thrones before Him fall: crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all!

"God of Mercy and Compassion"

Again. The Whole Song

God of Mercy and Compassion, look with pity on me! Father, let me call Thee Father-- 'tis Thy child returns to Thee!

(Chorus) Jesus, Lord, I ask for Mercy; let me not implore in vain! All my sins, I now detest them-- never let me sin again!

By my sins I have abandoned right and claim to Heaven above, where the saints rejoice forever in a boundless sea of Love.

By my sins I have deservéd death and endless misery; Hell, with all its pains and torments, and for all eternity!

See our Savior, bleeding, dying, on the Cross of Calvary! To that Cross my sins have nailed Him-- yet He bleeds and dies for me!

"Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence"

Okay from now on just assume I'm giving you the whole song. Verses that particularly stick out to me will be bolded from now on

Let all mortal flesh keep silence, and with fear and trembling stand! Ponder nothing earthly-minded, for with blessing in His Hand, Christ our God to earth descendeth, our full homage to demand!

King of Kings, yet born of Mary, as of old on earth He stood; Lord of Lords in human vesture, in the Body and the Blood. He will give to all the faithful His Own Self for heavenly food.

Rank on rank the host of Heaven spreads its vanguard on the way as the Light of Light, descending from the realms of endless day, comes-- the powers of Hell to vanquish, and the darkness clear away.

At His Feet: the six-winged seraph, cherubim with burning eye, veil their faces to the Presence as, with ceaseless voice, they cry: "Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Lord most High!"

"From All Thy Saints in Warfare"

This is one sung for saint days, where the appropriate verse may be inserted according to the saint being celebrated. (I had to rewrite some of the more modern additions- Mary, Joseph, and Mary Magdalene- cause their language just wasn't. there. you know?) I have included all of them. Enjoy.

From all Thy saints in warfare, for all Thy saints at rest, to Thee, O blessed Jesus, all praises be addressed! Thou, Lord, didst win the battle that they might victors be; their crowns of living glory are lit with rays from Thee!

(Our Lady) We sing the joy of Mary, whose heart with awe did stir, when, in astonished maidenhood, it heard the angel's word. With she we lift our voices to magnify Thy Name, as she, for our salvation, Thine Own Mother became.

(St Joseph) Praise, Lord, for humble Joseph: just guardian of the Son, who saved Him from King Herod when safety there was none. With patience he did teach Thee, Lord, a carpenter to be; so let our careful labor give glory unto Thee.

(St. Andrew) Praise, Lord, for Thine apostle, the first to welcome Thee; the first to lead his brother the very Christ to see. With hearts for Thee made ready watch we throughout the year, forward to lead our brethren to own Thine Advent near.

(St. Thomas) All praise for Thine apostle, whose short-lived doubtings prove Thy perfect Twofold Nature, the fullness of Thy love. On all who wait Thy coming shed forth Thy peace, O Lord, and grant us faith to know Thee: True Man, True God, adored.

(St. Stephen) Praise for the first of martyrs who saw Thee ready stand-- to aid in midst of torments, to plead at God's right hand. Share we with him, if summoned by death our Lord to own, on earth the faithful witness, in heaven the martyr crown.

(St. John the Evangelist) Praise for the loved disciple, exiled on Patmos' shore; praise for the faithful record he to Thy Godhead bore; praise for the mystic vision through him to us revealed! May we, in patience waiting, with Thine elect be sealed.

(The Holy Innocents, the children of Bethlehem murdered by King Herod) Praise for Thine infant martyrs, by Thee with tenderest love called early from the warfare to share the rest above. O Rachel! cease thy weeping: they rest from earthy cares. Lord, grant us hearts as guileless and crowns as bright as theirs.

(The Conversion of St. Paul) Praise for the light from heaven, praise for the voice of awe, praise for the glorious vision the persecutor saw! Thee, Lord, for his conversion, we glorify today; so lighten all our darkness with Thy true Spirit's ray.

(St. Matthias, the apostle chosen by the Eleven to replace Judas) Lord, Thine abiding presence directs the wondrous choice: for one in place of Judas the faithful now rejoice. Thy Church from false apostles forevermore defend, and, by Thy parting promise, be with her to the end.

(St. Mark) For him, O Lord, we praise Thee, the weak by grace made strong, whose labors and whose Gospel enrich our triumph-song. May we, in all our weakness, find strength in Thee supplied, and all, as faithful branches, in Thee, the Vine, abide.

(St. Philip and St. James) All praise for Thine apostle, blest guide to Greek and Jew, and him surnamed Thy brother. Keep us Thy brethren true, and grant us grace to know Thee, the Way, the truth, the Life; to wrestle with temptations 'til victors in the strife.

(St. Barnabas) The Son of Consolation, moved by Thy law of love, forsaking earthly treasures, sought riches from above. As earth now teems with increase, let gifts of grace descend, that Thy true consolations may through the world extend.

(St. John the Baptist) We praise Thee for the Baptist, forerunner of the Word; our true Elijah making a highway for the Lord. Of prophets last and greatest, he saw Thy dawning ray: make us, the rather, blessèd, who love Thy glorious day.

(St. Peter) Praise for Thy great apostle so eager and so bold: thrice falling, yet repentant; thrice charged to keep Thy fold. Lord, make Thy pastors faithful to guard their flocks from ill, and grant them dauntless courage, with humble, earnest will.

(St. James) For him, O Lord, we praise Thee, who, slain by Herod's sword, drank of Thy cup of suffering, fulfilling thus Thy word. Curb we all vain impatience to read Thy veiled decree, and count it joy to suffer, if so brought nearer Thee.

(St. Bartholomew) All praise for Thine apostle, the faithful, pure, and true, whom underneath the fig tree Thine eye, all-seeing, knew. Like him, may we be guileless, true Israelites indeed, that Thy abiding Presence our longing souls may feed.

(St. Matthew) Praise, Lord, for him whose Gospel thy human life declared, who, worldly gains forsaking, Thy path of suffering shared. From all unrighteous mammon, oh, give us hearts set free, that we, whate'er our calling, may rise and follow Thee.

(St. Luke) For that "beloved physician," all praise, whose Gospel shows the Healer of the nations, the Sharer of our woes. Thy wine and oil, O Savior, on bruised hearts deign to pour, and with true balm of Gilead anoint us evermore.

(St. Simon and St. Jude) Praise, Lord, for Thine apostles, who sealed their faith to-day, one love, one zeal impelled them to tread the sacred way. May we with zeal as earnest the Faith of Christ maintain, and, bound in love as brethren, at length Thy rest attain.

(Mary Magdalene) We praise Thee for the Madgalene, whose wholeness was restored by Thee, her faithful Master, her Savior, and her Lord. On Easter morning, merely a word from Thee sufficed; for she was first to see Thee, her Lord, the risen Christ.

Apostles, prophets, martyrs, and all the sacred throng who wear the spotless raiment and raise the ceaseless song: for these, passed on before us, Saviour, we Thee adore, and, walking in their footsteps, would serve Thee more and more.

Then praise we God the Father, and praise we God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit, Eternal Three in One; 'til all the ransomed number fall down before Thy throne, and honor, power, and glory ascribe to God alone.

"I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say"

I heard the voice of Jesus say: "Come unto Me and rest! Lay down, thou weary one, lay down thy head upon My Breast!" I came to Jesus as I was: so weary, worn, and sad-- I found in Him a resting-place, and He has made me glad!

I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Behold, I freely give the living water, thirsty one: stoop down, and drink, and live!" I came to Jesus, and I drank of that life-giving stream: my thirst was quenched, my soul revived, and now I live in Him!

I heard the voice of Jesus say: "I Am this dark world's Light! Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, and all thy day be bright!" I looked to Jesus, and I found in Him my star, my sun, and in that Light of Lights I'll walk till my travelling days are done!

"Jesus, King of Martyrs"

Jesus, King of Martyrs, glory be to Thee! Thou hast suffered tortures, Thou hast died for me! Thou hast risen from the dead, reigning now in Heaven, where the Spirit's welcome shall to us be given.

Glory to the Spirit, Who helps us to endure all our earthly trials, in the Faith secure. We have hope that we shall rise and rejoice in Heaven: there, the Spirit's welcome shall to us be given.

Honor to our Mother, who hast borne the sword of her Son Who suffers, His Precious Blood outpoured, lifted high on Calvary daily at the Mass-- grant that I stand grieving, 'til the sword shall pass.

"Faith of Our Fathers"

Faith of our fathers, living still in spite of dungeon, fire and sword! O how our hearts beat high with joy whenever we hear that glorious word!

(Chorus) Faith of our fathers, holy faith: we will be true to thee till death!

Our fathers, chained in prisons dark, were still in heart and conscience free, and truly blest would be our fate if we, like them, should die for thee!

Faith of our fathers! Mary’s prayers shall win all nations unto thee: and through the Truth that comes from God, mankind shall then indeed be free!

Faith of our fathers! We will love both friend and foe in all our strife: and preach thee, too, as Love knows how, by kindly deeds and virtuous life!

"Alleluia, Sing to Jesus"

Alleluia! Sing to Jesus! His the scepter, His the throne! Alleluia! His the triumph, His the victory alone! Hark! the songs of peaceful Zion thunder like a mighty flood: "Jesus out of every nation has redeemed us by His blood!"

Alleluia! Not as orphans are we left in sorrow now! Alleluia! He is near us; faith believes, nor questions how. Though the cloud from sight received Him when the forty days were over, shall our hearts forget His promise: "I am with thee evermore"?

Alleluia! Bread of Heaven, Thou on earth our food and stay! Alleluia! Here the sinful flee to Thee from day to day. Intercessor, Friend of sinners, earth's Redeemer, plead for me, where the songs of all the sinless sweep across the crystal sea!

Alleluia! King eternal, Thee the Lord of Lords we own. Alleluia! Born of Mary, Earth Thy footstool, Heaven Thy throne! Thou within the veil hast entered, robed in flesh, our great High Priest; Thou on earth both priest and victim in the Eucharistic feast!

"Come, Ye Faithful, Raise the Strain"

Come, ye faithful, raise the strain of triumphant gladness: God hath brought His Israel into joy from sadness! Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke Jacob's sons and daughters, led them with unmoistened foot through the Red Sea waters!

'Tis the spring of souls today: Christ hath burst His prison, and from three days' sleep in death as a sun hath risen! All the winter of our sins, long and dark, is flying from His light, to whom we give laud and praise undying!

Now the queen of seasons, bright with the day of splendor, with the royal feast of feasts, comes its joy to render! Comes to glad Jerusalem, who with true affection welcomes in unwearied strains Jesus' resurrection!

Neither might the gates of death, nor the tomb's dark portal, nor the watchers, nor the seal hold Thee as a mortal! But today amidst the twelve Thou didst stand, bestowing that Thy peace which evermore passeth human knowing!

"Alleluia!" now we cry to our King immortal, who, triumphant, burst the bars of the tomb's dark portal! "Alleluia!" with the Son, God the Father praising, "Alleluia!" yet again to the Spirit raising!

"Come Thou, Redeemer of the Earth"

Come Thou, Redeemer of the Earth, in Thy admired Virgin-Birth! Let every age adoring fall; such birth befits the God of All! Begotten of no human, will but of the Spirit, Thou art still the Word of God in flesh arrayed: the promised Fruit to man displayed!

The Virgin womb that burden gained with virgin honor still unstained. The banners there of virtue glow; God in His temple dwells below. Forth from His chamber goeth He, that royal home of purity, a giant in twofold substance One, rejoicing now His course to run!

From God the Father He proceeds-- to God the Father back He speeds! His course He runs to death and Hell, returning on God's Throne to dwell! O, equal to the Father, Thou! Gird on Thy fleshly mantle now; the weakness of our mortal state with deathless might invigorate!

Thy cradle here shall glitter bright; and darkness, breathe a newer light, where endless faith shall shine serene and twilight never intervene! All laud to God the Father be; all praise, Eternal Son, to Thee; all glory, as is ever meet, to God, the holy Paraclete!

"The Bonnie Prince" (A HYMN!!!! TO THE CHRIST-CHILD!!!! WHAT)

Let folly praise that fancy loves: I praise and love the Child Whose Mind no thought, Whose Tongue no word, Whose Hand no deed defiled! I praise Him most, I love Him best: all praise and love is His! While Him I love, in Him I live-- and cannot love amiss.

Love's sweetest mark, laud's highest theme, man's most desired light: to love Him, life; to leave Him, death; to live in Him, delight! He mine by gift, I His by debt; thus, to each other due. First friend He was, best friend He is-- all times shall try Him true!

Though young, yet wise; though small, yet strong; though man, yet God He is: as wise, He knows, as strong, He can, as God, He loves to bless! His knowledge rules, His strength defends, His Love doth cherish all. His birth, our joy; His life, our light; His death, our end of thrall.

Alas! He weeps, He sighs, He pants; yet, do His angels sing, for from His tears, His sighs and throbs, doth bud a joyful spring! O Bonnie Prince, Whose tender arms doth cause all foes to fly, correct my faults, protect my life, direct me when I die!

"Hark, the Herald Angels Sing"

"Hark," the herald angels sing, "glory to the newborn King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild; God and sinners reconciled!" Joyful, all, ye nations, rise! Join the triumph of the skies! With the angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem!"

(Chorus) "Hark," the herald angels sing, "Glory to the newborn King!"

Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord: late in time behold Him come, offspring of the Virgin's womb! Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see! Hail, the Incarnate Deity, pleased as man with us to dwell-- Jesus, our Emmanuel!

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Life and light to all He brings, risen with healing in His wings! Mild He lays His glory by, born that man no more may die, born to raise us sons of earth-- born to give us second birth!

"Of the Father's Love Begotten"

Of the Father's Love begotten 'ere the worlds began to be; He is Alpha and Omega, He the Source, the Ending He of the things that are, that have been, and that future years shall see.

(Chorus) Evermore and evermore!

At his word the worlds were framèd; He commanded, it was done. Heav’n and earth and depths of ocean, in their threefold order one; all that grows beneath the shining of the moon and burning sun.

He was found in human fashion, death and sorrow here to know, that the race of Adam’s children, doomed by law to endless woe, may not henceforth die and perish in the dreadful gulf below.

O that birth forever blessèd, when the virgin, full of grace, by the Holy Ghost conceiving, bore the Savior of our race, and the Babe, the world’s Redeemer, first revealed His sacred Face!

This is he whom seers in old time chanted of with one accord; whom the voices of the prophets promised in their faithful word! Now he shines, the long-expected: let creation praise its Lord!

O ye heights of Heav’n adore him! Angel hosts his praises sing! All dominions bow before him and exalt our God and King. Let no tongue on Earth be silent, every voice in concert ring!

Christ! to Thee with God the Father, and O Holy Ghost, to Thee, hymn and chant and high thanksgiving and unwearied praises be! Honor, glory, and dominion, and eternal victory!

"Lo, He Comes with Clouds Descending"

Lo! He comes with cloud descending, once for favored sinners slain! Thousand thousand saints attending swell the triumph of His train: “Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! God appears on earth to reign!”

Every eye shall now behold Him, robed in dreadful majesty- those who set at naught and sold Him, pierced and nailed Him to the tree, deeply wailing, deeply wailing, deeply wailing shall the true Messiah see.

The dear tokens of His Passion still His dazzling Body bears- cause of endless exultation to His ransomed worshipers! With what rapture, with what rapture, with what rapture gaze we on those glorious Scars!

Yea, Amen! Let all adore Thee, high on Thy eternal throne! Savior, take the power and glory, claim the kingdom for Thine Own! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Everlasting God, come down!

"On the Way of the Cross"

Who is this passing by wounded and worn? Who is this wearing a crown of thorn? See the face beautiful bowed to the road, while the hands delicate drag His load.

O He is sinking fast, spent is His strength! See, He is lying so still at length! Yet, must He struggle on, falling again; thrice is He stricken to earth by pain.

Jesus of Galilee, scorned and alone-- not yet forsaken of all Thine own! Lord, we will follow Thee suff’ring betrayed, eager to stand where Thy Cross is laid.

Tracing each drop of Thy Blood in the dust, counting each wound where Thy scourge was thrust. Jesus of Galilee stricken and torn, give us a share in Thy crown of thorn!

"Mother of Sorrows" (this song is hearbreaking because the singer is Mary herself at the foot of the Cross)

O ye, who pass along the way all joyous, where with grief I pine: in pity pause awhile, and say, "Was ever sorrow like to thine?" See, hanging here before my eyes, this body, bloodless, bruised, and torn-- Alas! it is my Son Who dies, of love deserving, not of scorn!

For know, this weak and dying Man is Son of Him Who made the earth, and me, before the world began, He chose to give Him human birth. He is my God! and since that night when first I saw His infant grace, my soul has feasted on the light, the beauty of that heavenly face.

For He had chosen me to be the loved companion of His heart; and ah, I, how that dear company with love transpierced me like a dart! And now behold this loving Son is dying in a woe so great, the very stones are moved to moan in sorrow at His piteous state!

Where'er His failing eyes are bent, a friend to help He seeks in vain. All, all on vengeance are intent, and eager to increase His pain! Eternal Father! God of love! Behold Thy Son! ah! see His woe! Cans't Thou look down from Heaven above and for Thy Son no pity show?

But, no-- that Father sees His Son, cloth'd with the sins of guilty men, and spares not that Beloved One, though dying on His cross of pain! My Son! My Son! Could I at least console Thee in this hour of death, could I but lay Thee on my breast, and there receive Thy parting breath!

Alas! no comfort I impart; nay, rather, this my vain regret but rends still more Thy loving heart, and makes Thy death more bitter yet. Ah, loving souls! Love, love that God Who all inflamed with love expires; on thee this life He has bestowed: thy love is all that He desires!

"Crux Fidelis" (AKA The Good Friday chant that ALWAYS gives me chills. EVERY time. I had to save this one for last because if it were any earlier on the rest of these songs would've just completely paled in comparison)

Faithful Cross the saints rely on, noble tree beyond compare! Never was there such a scion, never leaf nor flower so rare; sweet the timber, sweet the iron, sweet the burden that they bear.

Sing, my tongue, in exultation of our banner and device! Make a solemn proclamation of a triumph and its price: how the Savior of Creation conquered by His Sacrifice!

For, when Adam first offended, eating that forbidden fruit, not all hopes of glory ended with the serpent at the root: broken nature would be mended by a second tree and shoot.

Thus, the tempter was outwitted by a Wisdom deeper still: remedy and ailment fitted, means to cure and means to kill. That the world might be acquitted, Christ would do His Father's will.

So the Father, out of pity for our self-inflicted doom, sent Him from the Heavenly City when the holy time had come. He, the Son and the Almighty, took our flesh in Mary's womb.

Hear a tiny baby crying, Founder of the seas and strands! See His Virgin Mother tying cloth around His Feet and Hands! See Him in a manger lying, tightly wrapped in swaddling bands!

So He came, the long-expected: not in glory, not to reign-- only born to be rejected, choosing hunger, toil, and pain, 'til the scaffold was erected, and the Paschal Lamb was slain.

No disgrace was too abhorrent: nailed and mocked and parched He died. Blood and Water, double warrant, issue from His piercéd side, washing in a mighty torrent earth and stars and oceantide!

Lofty timber, smooth your roughness! Flex your boughs for blossoming! Let your fibers lose their toughness! Gently let your tendrils cling! Lay aside your native gruffness- clasp the Body of your King!

Noblest tree of all Creation, richly jeweléd and embossed; post by Lamb's-Blood consecrated, spar that saves the tempest-tossed: scaffold-beam which, elevated, carries What the world has cost!

Wisdom, Power, and Adoration to the Blessed Trinity, for redemption and salvation through the Paschal Mystery; now, in every generation, and for all eternity. Amen.

And for chants,,, I really like the sung Latin parts of the Mass. Especially the Gloria and Credo, because they are VERY fun to sing. Also the Dies Irae and the Pange, Lingua :)

#OUAGH that was LONG #and it took me. what. several hours #but it was WORTH IT #you ask margin babbles #catholicism

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years ago

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Understanding Home Alone || Loki x Reader || Secret Santa fic!!

A/N: hello everybody, this is my entry for @fictive-sl0th Secret Santa fics! My fic is for @cultofcarter, your request was so interesting and the Christmas movie idea was perfect! I went for a Christmas classic, however, I hope you don't mind.

Fic dedicated to: @cultofcarter

Word count: 1.6K

Contents: fluff, christmas movie commentary, slightly sad ending with hopeful meanings

PLEASE ENJOY AND HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS!

As December rolled around again, you were excited to finally spend it with the one you’d desired to for so long. Now that you had gotten over the nervousness of being in a relationship with the villain turned Avenger Loki Laufeyson, you were fully prepared to be the most annoying girlfriend in the history of girlfriends this Christmas season. The God of Mischief was no stranger to Christmas, he told you as much, expressing his sorrows for turning Yuletide into Christmas some years ago and you grinned at the idea of showing him movies dedicated to the Christmas Spirit.

The morning your decision was put into the making, you’d managed to sneak into Loki’s bedroom and decorate his room with green decoration, including a small Christmas tree that you’d stolen from one of the floors of Avengers Compound. Tony wouldn’t miss it.

“Loki!” you called out with a grin as he roused from his sleep, his ebony curls deliciously falling around his shoulders as he sat up in bed to stare at you tiredly. The moment he registered the difference in the room, he raised an eyebrow at you and you only smiled back innocently with a soft, “what?”

“What have you done to my chambers?” the God demanded, looking around the room with a grimace as you shifted on your feet, unsure as to whether he was happy or unhappy.

“Well... it’s Christmas time so I decided to decorate your room to have some fun for Christmas!” you replied with an uneasy smile, your body tense as you tried to figure out what the God in front of you was thinking to the redecorating. “I know you usually don’t dabble in the seasons but... it could be fun, just me and you watching movies and having Christmas cookies?” you added, gesturing to the tupperware full of Christmas cookies you’d baked a few hours earlier.

The God of Mischief's lips twitched slightly as he took in the sight of you standing proudly next to your handiwork. It made sense that he wouldn't love the idea of something being changed in his personal space, but there was no denying that a part of that twitch was from a soft smile. His eyes drifted to the tupperware container and the cookies it held.

"You baked Christmas cookies?" he asked, a soft tone to his voice in spite of the amusement in his eyes. "And you said watching movies? What movie would we be watching?"

Loki rolls his eyes, but he has to smile a little at the adorable attitude you have towards Christmas. It's a sweet, endearing trait that the God has noticed about you.

He grabs the container of Christmas cookies by your side and takes a bite of one before he turns his attention to the movie you're putting on. "Fine, home alone can be fun," he says with a half-hearted shrug, though you have the feeling that he secretly loves the idea.

You eagerly sat on the bed, Christmas cookies open between you and Loki as the movie began. When you looked over to Loki, you saw that he'd conjured up a book, his eyes flitting across the words then to the screen every so often. *That's fine*, you thought to yourself as you turned back to the TV, *at least he was spending time with you*.

As the movie began, you bunched your legs up and hugged them, resting your chin on your knees with a contented sigh. All of this was so special to you, the tradition going back so far that you could barely remember the Christmas it started with your family. "Look whatcha did ya little jerk," you repeated the line with a grimace after Kevin spilled the milk over everything in the movie, grinning when Uncle Frank said it just seconds later, turning to Loki with delight, catching him watching the screen before his eyes darted down to his book.

As you eat your Christmas cookies and watch the movie, Loki enjoys himself in his own way. He's watching both the movie and reading his book at once, only stopping when he wants to focus on one thing or another.

Loki feels his eyes drift to you from time to time, as if he's drawn back to the sight of you every so often. Your adorable personality shines through in the small moments of interaction, and even though he may not show it, he's certainly having a great time.

"Oh, darling! This movie isn't meant to be serious!" you tease, turning to him with a mischievous smile. He's so concerned and it brings a smile to your face, knowing to anybody else it would seem as if he doesn’t care. But with you? Yeah, you’re definitely his Achilles heel. "It's a comedy about a child getting into all sorts of hijinks!"

You chuckle at him and nudge him playfully, grinning when he reacts accordingly. "It's called 'Home Alone', remember?"

Loki huffed, leaning back against the wall, his eyes glued to the TV screen as Kevin explores the house alone. He didn't understand how a family could just leave and forget that their child was upstairs still, no alarm clock to wake him and Fuller had been moved so Kevin wouldn't have to sleep with a bed-wetter. Even with the annoying child across the road coming to annoy the leaving family, that made no excuse for someone checking for Kevin in the bus or in the airport!

"Loki, come on," you chided with an affectionate smile, handing him a snowman cookie with a soft smile, "he's fine!"

Continuing on with the movie, you watched Loki's reactions intently as the neighbour - the supposed antagonist - appeared in the shop, causing Kevin to retreat without paying for his toothbrush. "I'm a criminal," you whispered Kevin's line, grinning as Kevin said it seconds later then you smiled wider as Harry and Marv were seen in the van and almost hit Kevin. Loki flinches as the van stops just milliseconds before it could hit Kevin and then watches with bated breath as Kevin hides in the Nativity from the robbers.

"For a Christmas movie, this has serious storytelling, why do they even care about the child?" Loki muttered to himself, a look of disbelief appearing on his face.

"I feel like you have these moments where you think you're being all cold and logical, but then your heart just takes over and you're suddenly way more invested than you ever intended to be!" you tell Loki, poking him playfully.

Loki watches the movie with intense interest, his eyes glued to the screen. He can't seem to take his eyes off the situation, a slight worry forming on his face. When the scene changes to the house full of "life", however, he is confused. When he sees inside, noticing that it was just a deception to scare away the robbers, he sighed in relief and whispered, "kid's a master of mischief."

As the movie progresses and the pair of robbers break into the house, Loki is focused on the movie in a way you haven't seen him focused on anything so far. His eyes fill with tension as he watches Kevin set up his home alone booby traps, his brow furrowing in concern. When he looks away from the screen, he is visibly anxious in a way you haven't seen from him before.

He turns to you but can't seem to ask any questions, his lips twitching slightly as his nerves get the better of him. "You... you think this kid needs help? Normal kids would never do this" he asks nervously.

"It's exaggerated, Loki," you grinned with a shake of your head before you went quiet, watching the scene where Marv and Harry try to break in, laughing at all of the ways that they get hurt then when they get arrested, you looked over at him and whispered, "definitely took notes from your mischief, Mischief!"

"You still gave him a run for his money, Loki, best believe you grew from your mistakes!" you whispered before you became transfixed with the screen again, watching Kevin reunite with his mother and you see Loki stiffen before a tear formed in his eye. You knew why. He missed his mother. He missed his family. You took that moment to snuggle in close to him and feel his heart beating beneath your ear, in this moment you were the only thing that existed to him.

As you cuddle up against him and put an arm around the God, he leans his head against your shoulder with his eyes still glued to the screen. There has been plenty of times when you've known that Loki can act like a child, but this is something new altogether. You feel him lean against you more, and that tear still rests in his eyes as he's clearly reliving some memories. There is a sadness to the God as he remembers his home and family, and he rests his head against your chest, hoping to find some comfort in your embrace.

You sat up, looking Loki in the eye before wiping the tear gently and whispering, “your mother waits for you in Asgard, Loki. When you have fulfilled your servitude here, she will be allowed to see you. It is only a matter of time.”

With a gentle smile, Loki leaned into your touch and gazed up into your eyes while whispering, “merry Christmas, Y/N.”

His words kept ringing in your mind, how sorrowful and lonely he felt. You knew that as long as he remained here on Earth, he would never truly be happy.

“Merry Christmas, Loki,” you responded softly, feeling him shudder against you with sadness, pressing a kiss to the God’s forehead, “you’ll be able to show me Asgard soon.”

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thedreamworldlibrary · 5 months ago

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Nothing Bad Happens- Winter At Dreamworld

Hello guys!! Here is my cute little winter fanfic for my WTDW NBH AU! I wanted to write a Christmas fanfic after my Halloween one, but November and December were a BUSY time with work, and I went on vacation with my mom (I did write a bit of this fanfic while on vacation). So instead of a Christmas fanfic I decided to write a little Winter fanfic since I didn’t get this out around Christmas.

There is a chance I might write winter style fanfics for NBH AU.

Big thanks to my beta reader @gigilefache

Enjoy!

It was late at night, and the Dreamworld animatronics were asleep, resting before another long day at the facility.

At the entrance to Staract, four figures slowly opened the door. They quietly made their way to where Starlight slept.

The star animatronic had been levitating as he snored. “Psst…Starlight.” A voice said, alerting him. Starlight groaned, and continued to sleep.

“Starlight. Please wake up.” Another voice said.

“Lewis, I need more beauty sleep. You should know that by now.” Starlight replied in his sleep.

Suddenly the tall figure let out a loud gasp as he turned the light on. “STARLIGHT WAKE UP YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!”

Starlight screamed in his sleep, trying to get a hold of himself before his support beam snapped off. He looked up to see Ribbondancer and the triplet animatronics; Mimic, Melody and Masquerade at his door with a big smile on their faces.

“Darlings!” Starlight shouted. “It’s early in the morning! What do you four want?!”

“You have to look outside and see this!” Mimic exclaimed.

“There’s stars falling from the sky!” Masquerade added.

“Stars?” Starlight questioned. He got his support beam moving as his friends led him to the nearest window and showed him what they were talking about.

Starlight gasped as he saw white snowflakes fall from the sky and land on the ground. “Well I’ll be…” He whispered. “Stars are falling from the sky.”

“It’s so…magical!” Melody whispered, putting his pinching claws together.

“I can’t wait for Mr. Wiatt, Mr. Lewis, and the other workers to see this!” Mimic exclaimed.

“What’s going on?” A voice groaned. Everyone turned to see Rex, rubbing his eyes as he was woken up by the triplets. “What are you guys doing up?”

“Rex, you've got to take a look at this.” Starlight said, pointing at the window.

The dragon animatronic walked towards the window in awe seeing the “stars” fall. “What is that?” He asked.

“It’s stars. Falling stars.” Mimic replied.

Rex chuckled as he joined his friends in watching the snowfall.

A moment later, LoliPop and Cheer woke up and turned to the group and went over to them. “What’s going on?” Lolli asked, groggy.

“Falling stars.” Melody replied.

LolliPop turned to the window and their eyes widened. “Wow, it looks like sugar falling from the sky!” Lolli exclaimed.

“They do!” Pop exclaimed.

“To me it looks like pixie dust.” Cheer said. “We should go outside and see it!”

“Tomorrow darlings.” Starlight said. “When the Founders wake up and open the place.”

The animatronics looked at each other and nodded in agreement, continuing to watch the snow together.

“Lewis. Lewis. Wake up.” Sara said as she tried to wake up her best friend.

Lewis groaned and turned away, “no Wiatt, I don’t want to ride a comet with you.” He replied in his sleep.

Sara groaned and looked over at the next bed, where Oliver was sleeping. She then walked over to him and tried to wake him up.

“Oliver.” Sara started, tapping her friend’s shoulder. Oliver groaned and put the blanket over him. Sara rolled her eyes and shook her best friend, “Oliver. Wake up.”

“Sara, go back to sleep. It’s early.” Oliver groaned, peeking from the blanket.

Sara looked at the clock and saw it was 6:15 am. To her, that wasn’t early for what she wanted to show her friends. “Could you at least get up and see this!” She exclaimed.

Oliver didn’t reply and just pulled the blanket closer, trying to get back to sleep.

Sara groaned, and decided it was time for desperate measures. She went between the two beds and pulled Lewis out first, then Oliver. Surprisingly, the two boys were still sleepy and didn’t notice what Sara was doing with them. The female founder then dragged the two to the window and then lifted them up.

Oliver slowly opened his eyes and he quickly woke up seeing the snow outside. He tapped Lewis on the shoulder, but due to not having his glasses on he just saw a white blur like he was staring at paper.

“Huh?” Lewis questioned.

“Oh!” Sara exclaimed as she grabbed Lewis’s glasses from the top of the drawer and handed them to her best friend. “Here you go.��

Lewis put on his glasses and a smile appeared on his face. “So that’s what you wanted to tell us darling!” He exclaimed.

Sara chuckled, “yep! First snow day of the year!” She beamed.

“Which means we won’t be busy at Dreamworld.” Oliver added.

“Good news, we can show the animatronics what snow is!” Lewis replied, telling his best friend the positive aspect of a snow day.

Oliver nodded until something came to mind. “Wait, can the animatronics handle snow?” He asked.

“We did make them waterproof, but we’ll see!” Lewis answered. He left the window and got dressed into his winter clothes.

Lewis wore a teal jacket over his regular work clothes, a blue beanie with stars on them, blue and yellow striped gloves, and a yellow scarf with stars all over them. Oliver wore a dark purple jacket over his work clothes, purple gloves and a green beanie over his head. Sara wore a hot pink jacket over her work clothes, pink earmuffs, a yellow scarf and pink gloves.

“You guys ready?” Sara asked.

“Yep!” Lewis and Oliver exclaimed at the same time. The three left their apartment and went over to Lewis’s car as he drove his friends and himself to the Dreamworld Facility. As they drove, the trio watched the snow fall as their excitement rose with how fun it would be to show the animatronics snow.

The trio made it to the facility and Lewis parked the car before he and his friends got out. As they were getting out of the car, a yell was heard.

“Sara, heads up!”

Sara looked up to see a snowball hurtling towards her, she let out a yell and ducked as the snowball hit Lewis in the face. Sara slowly looked up and saw it was Wiatt who threw the snowball, but the expression on his face was a horrified one.

For his winter wear, Wiatt wore a dark blue jacket over his uniform, his mechanic hat, dark blue gloves, and a blue and purple scarf.

“Oh shit.” Wiatt mumbled. He started to walk over to his boyfriend and brushed the snow off his face. “I’m so sorry Lewis. That was for Sara, not for you.”

Lewis glared, which made Wiatt give a sheepish smile and a chuckle. Another snowball hit the mechanic in the back of the head. Wiatt turned around and saw Sara, with her hands behind her back giving an innocent smile. He glared and was ready to throw another snowball at her, but saw the animatronics staring at them from the window.

“How long have they been staring?” Lewis asked.

“Don’t know.” Wiatt replied.

Lewis unlocked the door as he, and the other three went in. Once inside the animatronics turned to them and went over to the four talking over each other about what they witnessed.

“Woah. Woah. Woah.” Lewis started. “Slow down, darlings. What’s going on?”

“We just saw falling stars, darling!” Starlight exclaimed.

“Yeah!” Ribbondancer added. “We’ve been up ALL night as we watched the falling stars!”

“Falling stars?” Wiatt asked. He looked outside and he realized what the animatronics meant. “Oh, you're talking about the snow.”

The animatronics blinked in confusion. They looked at one another before looking back at Wiatt. “Snow?” They asked at the same time.

Wiatt nodded in reply.

Lewis, who was taking off his jacket and gloves, went on to explain what snow is. “It’s frozen rain darlings. In the winter when it’s cold enough the rain freezes and you get snow.”

“The best part of snow, is you can play in it!” Sara added, as she removed her earmuffs and jacket.

“You can!” Ribbondancer and Melody exclaimed.

Sara nodded in reply as she took off her gloves.

Ribbondancer and Melody looked at each other with a big smile on their face and ran outside to check out the snow. However, the two froze in their tracks as they realized how cold it was outside. The two animatronic shivered as they walked back in, partially covered in snow.

“T-That’s c-cold.” Melody shivered.

“V-Very cold. Colder than an ice cream sundae.” Ribbondancer replied, shivering.

Wiatt chuckled, and leaned over to his boyfriend. “I guess animatronics can’t handle the cold.”

“No they can’t darling.” Lewis replied, chuckling as well.

The door opened again, revealing to be Eric, who was bundled up in a dark green jacket, beanie, and gloves as well as a green and black stripped scarf. “Morning guys.” Eric said, shivering.

“Morning Eric.” Oliver replied.

Eric removed his scarf and went over to the lemur animatronic and put it on him. “Ribbondancer, what are you thinking?” He asked.

“Uh…snow at the moment.” Ribbondancer replied.

“Okay, but you went out without any protection! No jacket, no boots, scarf, anything! Being out in the snow without those is dangerous!” Eric exclaimed.

“Dad. Relax.” Carly said, as she waddled in.

The 13-year old girl wore a pink jacket, a pink and yellow striped scarf wrapped around her neck covering her mouth, pink gloves, and a pink hat. However, from the looks of it Eric bundled his daughter up nice and good for the winter.

“It's Ribbons' first time experiencing snow.” Carly said. She removed the scarf, as she continued to explain. “He doesn’t know the dangers of hypothermia, plus I think animatronics don’t have to worry about that.” Ribbondancer tilted his head in confusion.

Eric sighed, “Still, Ribbondancer should wear something warm if he’s going outside.” He reminded his daughter.

“True, but he should be fine. All that energy he has should warm him up.” Carly replied.

Eric smiled, as he removed his jacket and hat. He put the hat on top of Ribbondancer’s head. The lemur animatronic stuck his tongue out almost like a blep. “By the way.” Ribbondancer began, “where are the triplets and Oliver’s siblings?”

“They stayed at home to play in the snow.” Carly replied. “Dad will pick them up and bring them to the facility later.”

“Oh. I hope they're having fun!” The lemur animatronic exclaimed.

“I just hope Ben is wearing his jacket.” Oliver hoped. “Last snow day, he didn’t and was sick for an entire week.”

“He is wearing one. Don’t worry.” Carly reassured the taller founder, patting him in the back.

Lewis did some thinking and got an idea. “You know, it won’t be busy today. Why don’t we let the animatronics experience snow while they can?” He suggested.

The animatronics turned to the founder. “D-Darling, are you sure?” Starlight asked.

“Yeah Lewis, are you sure?” Eric echoed.

Lewis nodded, “yeah, I got some winter clothes in the Staract that could fit the animatronics!”

“Wait!” Mimic started.

“You mean…” Melody added.

“We can play in the snow!” Masquerade finished.

The founders nodded in reply. The triplet animatronics smiled and started to roll around the facility as they tackled and hugged each of the founders. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” They repeated in unison, as they hugged the founders so tight they couldn’t breathe.

“No…problem.” The founders choked out.

“Alright you three, let them go.” Rex said, clapping his claws. “You don’t want them to suffocate and they won’t be able to take you out for your first snow day.”

“Oops.” Melody said as he let go of Sara. “Sorry, Miss. Sara.”

Sara took a deep breath as she was able to breathe again. “You're good Mel. You're good.”

The other two let go of the other two founders as they tried to catch their breaths. Once they were able to breathe, Lewis spoke up. “Alright, I’ll grab the winter wear, Wiatt, get Starlight set up in his walking mode, and we’ll get this bloody fun snow day started!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah!” The animations cheered.

“We get to cause war and bloodshed in the snow!” Melody yelled, giving a maniac laughter. Everyone turned to him in horror. Melody stopped laughing seeing everyone stare at him. “W-What?”

“Darling, when I say bloody it’s just an expression.” Lewis explained.

“O-Oh. I didn’t know that.” Melody replied, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s alright, darling.” Lewis patted the purple changing animatronic on the head, which made him feel better. “Now, let’s get you guys ready.” Lewis then went upstairs to Staract and went to the dressing room to grab a box filled with winter wear. He went back down to the lobby and he and his friends put the winter clothes on the animatronics.

Eric helped bundle the triplet animations and Ribbondancer so that they’d be nice and warm. Carly helped Cheer and LoliPop put on their scarves and jacket, keeping it light unlike what her dad was doing.

“Ladybug, should LoliPop and Cheer put on a hat and mittens?” Eric asked, pulling out two purple mittens and a beanie with flowers on them.

“Dad, relax. They’ll be fine.” Carly reminded her dad.

“Yeah, I don’t need any extra layers.” Cheer replied. “Plus, how can I wear a hat?”

Eric looked at the hat and back at Cheer, and realized she had petals that prevent any kind of headwear except her goggles. “Hang on! I got an idea!” He exclaimed as he left to go find more hats to cover Cheer’s petals.

“Quick, run.” Carly whispered.

“On it!” Cheer replied as she dashed off to the door, where Wiatt and Starlight were.

Starlight wore a yellow jacket, a teal scarf, and two different mittens. An orange one over his blue hand, and a teal one over his yellow one.

“Are you ready, Starlight?” Wiatt asked.

Starlight nodded, “I’m ready.”

“Same here!” Cheer interrupted.

Wiatt chuckled and opened the door. He and the two animatronics closed their eyes as the cold air blew inside. They slowly opened their lids, seeing snow coming down at a faster rate.

“Perfect timing, snow is coming down good!” Wiatt commented.

Starlight was the first one to step outside, and flinched at the snow touching his feet. He lifted his right leg up and shivered. “That’s cold.”

Wiatt giggled, “it is cold.” He replied. “But your animatronic feet should get used to it.”

Starlight looked down at the snow again and slowly put his feet on it. He was surprised that it didn’t feel as cold anymore. He took a few more steps and was able to enjoy the snow up close. “Wow.” He whispered. “It feels magical.”

“That’s how snow is, darling.” Lewis said. He took his boyfriend’s hand, causing Wiatt to blush. Lewis gave a flirtatious smirk, “now let’s make it more magical, Wiatt, my love.” He then dragged Wiatt and started to dance with him.

“L-Lewis!” Wiatt yelled, as his boyfriend spined him around, before dipping him. Wiatt pouted, but Lewis landed a kiss on his nose. Wiatt gasped as his face turned a bright red and he gave a small glare as he smashed his lips onto Lewis’s, causing the two to fall to the ground. The two laughed seeing how cute and ridiculous they were acting. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled before kissing each other again.

Starlight smiled seeing how romantic his soul brother and his brother's partner were being. Everyime he felt Lewis being happy, he too felt happy.

“Enjoying it?” Sara asked, snapping the star animatronic out of his thoughts.

“Y-Yeah.” Starlight replied. He was then interrupted by the other animatronics running outside to check out the snow up close. The animatronics laughed as they looked at the snow up close, feeling the same way Starlight felt.

“So, what fun things can we do in the snow?” Pop asked.

“A lot of things.” Sara answered.

“Like what?” Lolli asked.

Sara thought about what would be fun for the animatronics on their first snow day, and smirked when she had an idea. She scooped up some snow into her hands and formed it into a ball and threw it at Wiatt’s face.

“Ah!” Wiatt shouted, as the snowball hit him. He and Lewis looked up and saw Sara chuckle.

“That’s for this morning, Nicholson!” Sara yelled, before continuing to laugh. She was then cut off by a snowball, hitting her in the face.

“And that’s what you deserve, Covetman!” Wiatt yelled back, as he laughed. A snowball hit him in the back of the head. Wiatt turned around to see it was Lewis who threw the snowball at him. “L-Lewis, how could you?!”

“Sorry, darling, but that was for throwing it at me.” Lewis replied.

Wiatt pouted, “but it was an accident!” Another snowball then hit Wiatt in the back of the head, and he turned to see it was Oliver who threw it.

“Nice shot, Oliver!” Sara beamed.

Oliver rolled his shoulders, smiling proudly, “it’s all in the wrist,” he replied. Suddenly a snowball hit him in the back of the head, knocking him into the snow face down.

“Oliver!” Sara exclaimed. “Are you-” she was cut off as a snowball hit her in the back of the head as well. Sara looked up and saw Starlight in a throwing position, looking nervous.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I saw Lewis do it.” Starlight said, pointing at Lewis. This caused the founder to glare at his soul brother, and throw a snowball at Starlight. “Hey! What was that for?”

“It’s a snowball fight, darling.” Lewis replied. “It’s harmless fun.” He then got hit by two snowballs by Sara and Oliver. With a glare, Lewis made another snowball and threw it at Sara. The Founder Trio threw snowballs back and forth at each other.

Wiatt ended up hit by one of the stray snowballs and threw one back at Oliver, causing him to join the snowball fight as well.

Starlight was hit by the trio’s snowballs, which caused his eyes to glow red and purple. He growled, created a snowball and threw it at Lewis, however his throw was so hard it knocked the young man back.

“Oh snap!” Starlight exclaimed, covering his mouth. He was shocked he had a good aim, and was worried he harmed him. “Lewis, are you alright?”

Lewis stuck out his left arm and gave the animatronic and thumbs up, showing him that he was indeed alright.

Starlight sighed in relief. Suddenly he felt a bunch of snowballs hit him in the back. He turned to see Ribbondancer with a handful of snowballs, and the triplet animatronics making more.

“Best part of having four arms. I can beat all of you in a snowball fight!” Ribbondancer beamed as the triplets handed him two more snowballs in his second pair of arms. The lemur animatronic started to launch snowballs at a rapid pace, as he laughed.

Everyone was pelted with snowballs as they all ran for cover by using the trees as a shield.

“Who was the designer who gave Ribbons, four arms?” Carly asked.

Sara and Oliver turned to Lewis with glares. “Oh, and it was Sara who agreed on the design, so she takes half the blame!” Lewis yelled. He was then hit with another snowball over the head. “Wow, you animatronics have good arms.”

Starlight rubbed the back of his head, giving a nervous chuckle. “Apologizes, darling.”

“We need to fight back!” Carly exclaimed, as she created a snowball, and threw it at Ribbondancer, who caught it with his other hand and threw it back at Carly, hitting the girl. She glared and growled before making a bigger snowball and throwing it at Ribbondancer.

The lemur’s eyes widened as the snowball knocked him to the ground, causing his head to fall off.

“Oh shit.” Carly whispered, covering her mouth.

It was silent for a bit as everyone looked at Ribbondancer. “I’m okay!” Ribbondancer yelled. “You really got your head in the game, Carly!”

Carly sighed in relief and ran over to Ribbondacner’s head, picking it up and handing it to his body. His body then put the head back on, spinning it before it locked in place.

“Ah…” Ribbondancer sighed. “Much better.”

“Okay, let’s pause on the snowball fight before one of you robots loses a body part we cant replace or put back.” Carly said.

“I agree,” Rex said, stepping in. “This is getting way too dangerous.”

“Awww.” The triplet animatronics sighed, dropping their snowballs.

“But, what should we play now?” Melody asked.

Everyone started to think of what would be a fun snowtime activity. Oliver snapped his fingers as an idea came to mind. “I know of a fun activity!” He exclaimed. The taller founder got up and ran to gather some snow, forming it into a ball and putting it back on the ground gently, and started to roll it until it became a bigger ball. “My siblings and I used to do this all the time.”

“What are you making?” Lolli asked.

“A snowman.” Oliver answered.

Ribbondancer’s eyes widened, interested in what a snowman is. “Oooh! Is it going to come to life?” He asked.

“Uhh…” Oliver trailed off. “I mean there’s a song about a snowman coming to life.”

“How did they come to life? By souls?”

“W-What?” The taller founder asked, confused at what the animatronic was talking about.

Sara then went over, gave a nervous chuckle, and covered Ribbondancer’s mouth. “Oh Ribbondancer, you're such a joker.” She laughed.

“I am?” Ribbondancer asked, confused. “But I wasn’t joking.”

Sara laughed nervously again as she pulled Ribbondancer by his tail and dragged him away. Oliver looked at Lewis and Wiatt confused, but the two just shrugged.

Once Sara and Ribbondancer were away from the group, the female founder glared at the lemur animatronic. “Listen, Oliver doesn’t know about the whole thing! Please don’t mention it or even hint at it.” Sara advised.

“But he’s your best friend, shouldn’t best friends tell each other everything?” Ribbondancer asked.

Sara sighed, “it’s hard to tell Oliver.” She said, looking back at her best friend. Ribbondancer then turned to the taller founder as well.

Oliver was helping LolliPop and Cheer make the two other parts of the snowman, and giving them a thumbs up that they made the head and 2nd body a perfect size.

“Don’t want to shock him, huh?”

Sara gave a chuckle, “pretty much.”

“Well…” Ribbondancer trailed off as he tried to think. “Alright, I’ll keep it hush, hush.”

Sara sighed, “thanks.”

“No problemo, Sara!”

The female founder chuckled and the two went back to the others, who were now wondering what they should make the snowman. “Ribbondancer, you're the artistic one.” Pop spoke up.

“Do you have ideas on what we should make our snow person?” Lolli asked.

Ribbondancer looked at the snowman and started to think. “Aha!” He exclaimed. Ribbondancer then ran back inside the facility, before rushing back out with all of the arts and craft supplies. He looked at the snowman again, and then looked at his crafting supplies before using them to help create the snowman. Once Ribbondancer was done, he revealed the snowman to be a snow version of himself.

The snow Ribbondancer, had a hat similar to his made out of felt, green blush cheeks, green pipe cleaner arms, and a tail made out of a construction paper chain.

“I made a Snowdancer!” Ribbondancer beamed. “Get it, because it’s a snowman Ribbondancer!”

Starlight chuckled, “I get it darling.” He said.

“It’s very cute.” Carly said.

“Want me to make more?” Ribbondancer asked.

Starlight nodded, “do me next, darling.”

“On it!”

Ribbondancer gathered more snow and started to build a Starlight snowman, or a “Snowlight” as he called it.

“Hey guys!” Eric called out. “When your done, I made hot chocolate for all of you!”

“Hot chocolate?” The triplets exclaimed, wondering what it was.

“It’s chocolate milk, but warm and sweet.” Lewis answered.

“With marshmallows.” Sara added.

The triplets and LolliPop smiled and rushed back inside to try this hot chocolate. The founders chuckled, and decided to go inside too. Lewis stopped and turned to Wiatt, Starlight, and the other animatronics who were helping with building a Snowlight.

“Are you darlings, going to come in?” Lewis asked.

“In a bit.” Wiatt replied. “I’m going to help the animatronics with the snowman building, and then we’ll come in.”

“Alright.” Lewis then went back in as Wiatt and the others continued building the Snowlight.

Once it was finished, the Snowlight was revealed to be like a regular snowman, except the head looked like a star. Ribbondancer painted yellow and blue blush cheeks, blue and yellow pompoms on the star points, a blue scarf, and yellow and blue pipe cleaner arms.

“Aww they look cute!” Ribbondancer beamed.

“They do indeed, darling!” Starlight exclaimed. “It looks like me!”

Wiatt chuckled, “it sure does.” He said.

A blow of cold air rushed through the mechanics of the animatronics, causing them to shiver. “Burrr…we should get in before we catch a cold.” Rex said.

“Y-Yeah.” Wiatt shivered. “We can play in the snow later.” The group then started to walk back and join the others inside for hot chocolate.

“Wiatt.” Starlight said.

“Yes, Star?” Wiatt asked.

“Thank you for giving us a fun snow day.”

Wiatt smiled, “no problem.”

#wtdw #welcome to dreamworld #wtdw au #wtdw sara #wtdw wiatt #wtdw lewis #wtdw oliver #nothing bad happens au #NBH AU #wtdw eric #wtdw the triplets #wtdw ribbon dancer #wtdw carly

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Over the Airwaves: A Harringrove Xmas Fic

Okay so you know how it goes. You see a post reblogged from a fellow Harringrover (if that's the term...hmmm...I'm not sure but hey ho XD) and all of a sudden the mind gremlins go yes....do it. Write a nearly 4K fic inspired by it. Or kinda. It's more adjacent to it. In this case, I saw a post reblogged by @avalonlights about Michael Buble and that sent me down a rabbit hole of Robin and Steve hosting a radio show and a certain someone or someones ringing in with requests. Though it does give me ideas for another fic for later or maybe next year now XD So Merry Christmas everyone! ^^ Wherever you are and whatever you're doing, have fun, stay safe and for those of you who struggle during this time of year, my thoughts are with you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Four Days before Christmas Day...

"And that was 'So This is Christmas' by John Lennon. Coming up, we have the much beloved listeners' request section. But now, here's a few words from our sponsors." It was the run up to Christmas and Steve was working. Like every god darn Christmas he could remember since finishing at Hawkins High. Sure, the money wasn't bad and it stopped him from sitting alone in a big house, wishing that he could just chill in the pool and forget about the rest of the world, but….there was just somethin' about this time of year that set his teeth on edge. Maybe it was cos his parents had once again gone away from the holidays, leaving him with a Christmas tree laden with presents but no one to see him open them. Maybe it was the fridge full of food which they'd left for him which he'd stuff in the oven and try and not forget about. Or maybe it was the fact that each and every year, someone had actually asked him over to their place. And he lied about having somewhere already to go. Cos he didn't wanna be a burden, ruin a good time. If he was gonna be miserable, he'd be miserable alone. He was so tired of putting a brave face on things. But maybe what he really needed to do was bite the bullet and say yes. Being alone the past years had sucked.

Four days until the day of the most wonderful time of the year. According to many and that one song which they kept being asked to play most days. Christmas songs were the bread and butter of the airwaves for Radio Hawkins in December, most DJs chosing to play different varieties but some of the songs remained the same. The staple diet of a nation ready for the holidays and to eat and drink more in the name of good old Saint Nic. Steve and Robin had been given the afternoon slot, just before the prime time DJ, and so were kinda the warm up act before the main event. It meant that they could get away with playing some obscurities but overall, it was more the popular stuff, both classic and modern as well as the old curveball to keep them on their toes.

"Line one dingus, you're up to bat." It didn't matter that they were no longer the sailors hauling scoops at Scoops Ahoy, dingus had stuck. But it wasn't in the manner in which he'd been labelled at first. Now it was more affection than insult, just one of the many insider jokes and banter the pair now had.

Nodding, Steve looked over at the producers, giving the good old thumbs up and it was time for his sultry (and apparently sexy according to some listeners) tones to smooth over the airwaves.

"And we're back with more holidays hits right over the air waves at Radio Hawkins. And the section, as Robin said before the break, we all know and love. It's time to hand over to the listeners and the recommendations for your Christmas tunes." Looking at the board, he selected the button nearest to him and with a smile, started with, "Hello there dear listener, who do we have on line 1 today?"

"Hello. Can I request a song for all of the Hawkins Life guards out there? " "Sure thing, and what can we play you today?" Oh wasn't that a oh so familiar voice and a glance over at Robin told him that yep, she'd cottoned onto who it was too. They didn't even have to leave a name and they knew it. Steve wondered how red Robin was gonna get before the song would end, even before the voice continued and sealed the deal. "Could we have 'Santa baby' please Mr DJ." "That we can, thanks for your call." As the line went dead, Steve leaned over to the console to locate the song in question. Now he knew it was one which had been covered a hell of a lot; apparently one of the most covered Christmas songs ever. But no doubt the main DJ of the night would play some up-beat version and what was wrong with a bit of Eartha Kitt? "We're going with the original version?" Pulling her headset off, Robin was getting a raised eyebrow, as if this was something unexpected. She knew his leaning to the classics for these sorts of things but maybe she thought their audience would beg to differ. Although, that did make him think of…. "Yeah 'course. Why, should I have gone for the sexy Michael Buble version?" "No. Steve. Why do you…" Bingo. Deep, deep red is the result to his poking, as he made kissing noises at her and she looked like she'd have thrown a pillow at him if she had one at her disposal. Instead she just leaned over and nearly set him off his chair. An act that had the producers snorting and Steve grinning from ear to ear. Once he was straight and level back on his chair. Last year, Robin may have dragged him onto the stage for karaoke on their second work's night out together. It had been a small town bar, pretty cosy and most locals but they seemed to have known the radio station folk, so there was no hostile staring. Santa Baby had been the song Robin had chosen but not for the reasons he thought at first. Both a bit drunk, he'd just thought it was an updated upbeat version for them to stumble through. Then Robin had done a 180. No longer as shy as before but like a shot of confidence had come over here. Sassy, confident and damn…. If she'd not come out to him a couple of years previous and let her feeling about him known, that would have a time which he had gotten him paying attention. But as it was, he worked out real quickly what had caused the change, or rather who. Turned out a certain life guard had shown up, on their own work's do and yeah. Robin had already scoped her out and the song? It had been for her. It had turned out, as they'd found out later that night, the feelings had been mutual. Steve had slipped away to give them some privacy and the rest….well. They'd been dating for a year now, but every time that version of the song came on, Steve wouldn't let her live it down and Robin didn't let him get away with it.

"You're such a….." The song finished and a smirk is what Robin is faced with as she gives him that face and took over hosting duties. Whilst making it so very very clear that he was gonna pay for this later. Or one day. Who knew when, but she'd seek her revenge and he'd pay his due.

Three days until Christmas Day…

He was surprised they were both not hung over. A night out with Heather and her swim team, and member of his old swim team and many, many drinks later had left both him and Robin going home late and just about getting ready enough to be able to be coherent on the air. It had taken Steve an embarrassingly amount of time to work out their set lists and he swore at times he was getting the shakes for some reason but they were working through it. Him and Robin, the dynamic duo. They'd made the bad days work at Scoops and here, as tight as ever, they'd carry each other through it. Just as they had each other on the way home. "So, we have another caller on line two. What's your name and what can we play for you this afternoon?" They'd admittedly had some banging tunes already this slot. Some golden oldies; some Slade, some Wizard. Some modern ones and some not so Christmassy tunes too. Probably from someone who either didn't like Christmas all that much or just wanted to give others a breather for a moment. After playing a bit of T-Rex and Prince, the songs had morphed back into the season and Steve was now ready to hear what the last request of the session was gonna be. A pause on a line. This happened from time to time. When there was a bad line, a disconnect or when people just didn't know what to say, or how to start. It happened more often than he'd thought when he'd started here three years ago. Nerves on the airwaves, the thought of so many ears hearing your every word. Steve got it. He'd been the same when he'd started. Now it felt as natural as breathing. Steve patiently waited for the caller to say a word or hang up. "Santa's little helpers." Giggling floated over the line and yet another familiar sound reached Steve's ears. A sigh away from the microphone as he rolled his eyes at Robin to just get a grin back. Eyes carrrying as much mischief as the kids on the line. Well, it had only been a matter of time before one of the little shits got through. He was kinda surprised at who it was though. "Hello there Santa's little helpers. Hope you're keeping warm up there in the North Pole. What can we play for you?" "What's the North Pole?"

"Can we have 'Driving Home for Christmas'. Please."

Yep it was them and Steve just smiled, Robin shaking her head but still with that mischief in her eyes. Had she set them up to this? He had no idea if she actually had; he knew she wouldn't reveal her hand yet if she had. Or maybe it was the other who had spoken who'd decided to do it. Those two were thick as thieves after all. Either way, Steve leaned back to his microphone, the song now lined up to play.

"Sure thing. Here's 'Driving Home for Christmas' for Santa's Little Helpers. Thanks for calling."

Two days….. It had been a mistake. Two nights out in a row? He should have been able to handle it. Drink never used to be a problem. But today both him and Robin were definitely paying for it. She called it the hangover from hell but worth it. He was just wondering when the hell he'd turned his headset up. Every sound felt like it was echoing inside of his head. The only saving grace was that some of the staff on the other side of the glass had also been out, what with it being the works do, so they were all collectively on the bus together. Just trying to get through another shift before their beds came a-calling. "Line number three, thanks for calling. What's your name and what can we play for you this afternoon?" This time the voice was clearly using some sort of changer. Subtle but there seemed to be a distortion on the line which felt neither like the phone line or signal and clearly wasn't caused by a human voice. Catching Steve's glance, he hovered his finger over to the line button, just in case it turned out to be some prank caller who they'd have to boot off the air pretty quickly. Wouldn't be the first one, sadly probably wouldn't be the last. "Hi, name's "Christmas Princess" and I'd like "Last Christmas" by Wham please. Love your show, thanks for taking my call." "No problem at all Christmas Princess." He knew Robin was looking over now and he knew how; he didn't have to see it. If it wasn't written all over his face in clear sight, then it was that she knew him and his history well enough that she could feel what he was going through. This song….stung. A lot, and he knew it wasn't aimed at him or anything, but it was…such a shitty Christmas song in his opinion. Full of heartache and sorrow and memories of Christmas past. Memories of her and the special someone he wished he could have given his heart to. And the word Princess….god it remembered him so much of that asshole. Not even in town no more, could be a thousands miles. To Steve, he never was away. He was always there in his head, in his heart and he felt the whole thing stumble.That tell tale of a rip occuring again, and the feel of a soft hand under the table. Steve blinked out of his thoughts and daydreaming, looking over at Robin and the producers who were pointing at the blinking "Live" sign. Smiling at everyone, Steve hoped nothing he'd been thinking had shown on his face. One look at Robin, and he saw that it had. Damn. Him and Robin had spent so much time talking about their crushes that he was so relieved when one of them got lucky. She wanted it for him too, even if she shared his opinion on his crush (being an asshole). She wanted Steve to be happy and he wanted to be finally too.

"And that was Last Christmas. Sorry to all of you trying to avoid Whamhalla. Better luck next time folks. Now who'd we have on line six."

Christmas Eve It was Christmas eve, one last shift until Christmas Day, which turns out this year, he actually wasn't gonna be spending alone after all. He'd not realised until this morning that there were several voice messages for him at home. All of which had come from the Hendersons. Mrs Henderson had happened to bump into his mom in the supermarket or some place, and she'd let on that not only would they be out of town but Steve would be staying behind. Something about work and a boring business meeting his dad had which they didn't wanna drag him along to. So of course, the first phone call had from Mrs Henderson, asking him if he'd like to come over for xmas. The second had been just a check in and polite check in. A "It's okay if you'd rather be alone but if you could let me and Dusty know, that would be appreciated." The final one had been Dustin telling him that if he didn't come around to his on Christmas Day, then his mom was gonna bring them around. Apparently his mom must have had a change of heart; Steve not finding out the why until much later on. Outwardly he'd been annoyed, rung back. Got Henderson on the phone and huffed a "Fine Henderson. Let your mom know we already have a turkey," before putting the phone down. But as Robin started to work out which lines they were gonna to be taking calls from first and he worked through the playlist they'd already arranged for the session, Steve realised that really, now the day was actually nearly here, he was relieved. So god damn relieved that it wouldn't be another meaningless Christmas. He even felt a little bad about his tone on the phone. He should have sounded grateful, not like he was doing them a favour. Something to apologise for when he saw them in person. No more time to dwell on that though as he was on main host duties today and so it was his turn to man the lines. Nodding to Robin, she hit a button and put the caller through. Steve wondering what the next Christmas 'masterpiece' in which they would be asked/forced to play would be. "Over to line four. Hi there, what's your name and what can we play you this Merry Christmas Eve?" "Yeah, hi. This is that guy with the Camaro. I want to request a song for someone special. It's that Mariah Carey song. You know, the popular one." No……no no no. It couldn't be. It had to be….someone else right? But no. He'd know that voice anywhere in the world. The inflexion in his words, his choices, his tone. Of all the god damn people to phone in and all of the times too. And of all of the god damn shitting songs he could pick. Why this one and why this. God Damn. Station. Maybe to be fair he didn't know. He'd been gone since Starcourt. Whisked away as soon as he was well enough. Had gone to catch some sun and never come back. At times Steve wished he would have stayed like Max had done. Maybe he'd have at least had the chance to say he was sorry. Maybe he could have made things right between them. "You there amigo?" The words echoed around in his head, before a little nudge from Robin brought him back around. Concentrate….he had to just treat this as another caller. Them as anyone else who wanted a song. It didn't matter how he felt about it; he had a job to do. "Yes, sorry that guy with the Camaro. All I want for Christmas is you right?" "That's the one."

The sound of a smirk in his voice made Steve want to throw up.Throw down his headset and go cry in the staff room.He'd not felt like this in so long and it was really darn hard for him to keep it together right now.But he had to. ON with the show and then he could let it all hang out when he got home. Away from the peering eyes, away from anyone's expectations of him. Then he'd be fine for when Mrs Henderson picked him up. None the wiser. "Sure man, we'll put that right on for you. Hope that special someone likes it." "Thanks man, I know they'll be listening."

Another gut punch and it was like the Byers House all over again. All he needed was a plate smashing over his head. A squeeze of his hand and Steve takes a deep breath before slipping the headset off again. Robin quickly joining him and gently putting his and hers down on the console. "Steve….." "It's okay Robin. He's probably come back to see Max for Christmas" And this special person of his. A tight lump was gripping his throat. He hated this. All of it. Most of the staff here knew about him and Robin and it didn't bother them. It hadn't stopped them from rising up the ranks, given them their own show. Some people in Hawkins would still be reviled if they knew about the pairs' sexualities but here they were safe. And he was pretty sure some of them knew about the golden haired Cali boy that he held such a torch for. Hell, one of them had even found his mixtape in the car once. Asked him about it and then reassured him that he was okay. That it was fine. He had a friend who was gay and he was going to their wedding. That had been several months back, the first person at work Steve had even told. It still didn't make this any easier. He'd gotten worse at hiding his emotions. The dam was breaking and he was struggling to stop the water now. Luckily though, the caller was gone before the song played out and Steve managed to say a hurried thanks before Robin skillfully took over the air for the last song. Gestured for him to go and take a breather. The producers nodded and let him go, didn't mind the fact he'd had to head off early. He'd wanted to say thank you to all their listeners, to wish them a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year as they wouldn't be back on the air until after the first, but he just couldn't right now. And they all knew that. Smoking hadn't been on his mind for a while, but now he fished around the bag he brought out from his locker to find the packet, slightly crumpled in a side pocket. God he needed this. God he needed….apparently a lot of things. A hug, a smile, reassuring words. A good turkey dinner and a warm fire, and family and laughter and….. At first, he ignored the buzzing of his phone. Probably just a message or a spam call or somethin'. It rang off fast enough to be either so he just stood there. Leaned against the wall and took the longest drag that he had in a real long time. Before off went his phone again, pulling against his jeans. Maybe it was Mrs Henderson. Maybe there'd been a change of plan or she needed to make sure she had the right gravy. She did like to make a fuss and always made him feel so welcome. The thought of which is what made him pull his phone out eventually. It wasn't right to keep her waiting. He'd already missed her calls and not rang her back, something else he really needed to say sorry for. But it wasn't her name that had flashed up on his screen. It was Max. Okay, that….didn't make the most sense but maybe she just wanted to wish him a Merry Christmas or….shit no, something hadn't happened had it? He'd….he'd better pick up. "Max?" "No need to sound so worried pretty boy. She's fine. Snuck out with Lucas somewhere. Probably the arcade. Dead romantic like that." Holy….shit. He couldn't stop himself from sliding down the wall, only feeling over the back of his jacket once his ass had hurt the floor. Hargrove…what the shit. He really was back in Hawkins and apparently had Max's phone on him. "Also before you lecture me, yes she has my phone. Didn't think you'd pick up if it was a strange number or anything. So, you like the song choices?"

"Song choices?" Wait choices….. Steve's face must have done a whole range of different motions as emotions rode from pillar to post. He'd rang in before. Several times. But when and…. how many times? What had he requested, other than that damn song today. The voice changer….so he'd been the shit requesting freaking Last Christmas. Now another emotion straddled the rest of them. So, was this some kinda sick joke, a wind up, a play to get him on air? He couldn't think straight. He never could around Hargrove but wasn't this typical of him? Wasn't this the usual hair playing behaviour he should have expected? Wasn't this why he liked him? Shit…. This could not be happening.

"Ah come on man? Santa baby, Driving Home for Christmas….George Michael and freaking Mariah Carey. You know how much cred I've lost just requesting that song man." "Ah great. Yeah, it totally makes sense now. You putting others up to ring mine and Robin's show and make me feel like a complete ass" "Woah woah woah amigo. No no no." A snort and then that lower tone that always made him feel like he was about to split in half. "Did you even listen to what I said to you? Listen to the lyrics of any of those songs. And here was me thinking you were a fellow music lover Harrington." Listen to the lyrics? About wanting someone, coming home to them, the whole giving someone their heart and shit and…..but it was for a special someone. All I want for Christmas is…..oh. "Get the hint yet?" His eyes darted upwards as the shadows crept over him. A familiar smile now above him. Shining ocean eyes which he thought he'd never see again. And the sound of an engine in the background and playful chatter. Max and Lucas at the arcade his ass.

"Hi there pretty boy. Look whose come back for Christmas." ……….

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove xmas fic #kaizen's kreations #inspired by others' posts

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