#I imagine getting asks is what it feels like to get a letter from Santa

[caffichai]

It's a little while till Lunar New Year, so in the meantime...

If you think "something else" and comment/send an ask, I'll definitely put a lot of consideration into that! At the very least I'll probably add it to a future poll!

#Big thanks to people participating in polls or sending me asks leaving tags or comments on my art! It really is very encouraging :3 #I imagine getting asks is what it feels like to get a letter from Santa #This will probably be a doodle and may or may not actually come before LNY we'll see lol #For those who've asked for a commission: I will draw them but if I don't draw for leisure between commissions I will burn out and explode : #I was thinking of like a dragon themed OC perhaps #Also hey Fishing-Lesbian-Catgirl if you see this I think you're singlehandedly driving huge amounts of interaction with my blog lol #Arknights #Nikke #Poll

[star-suh]

Santa Tell Fuck Me 🎅🎄

Kang Yeosang x Male Reader

cw: verse dom-ish yeosang, verse reader, daddy kink, unprotected sex, breeding, sex toys, ass stuffing, rimjob, blowjob.

an: sorry for the corny dialogue lmao. also happy holidays everyone !!♡

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december 24th in the morning, yn was preparing everything for ‘santa's arrival’; "incredible how you, a grown ass man, still believe in those things" wooyoung laughed out loud mocking the other. "idiot in this family they have always done this, i have no fucking idea why they do it knowing that santa doesn't exist... however i think it's kinda cute” he said while accomodating the socks and some letters.

“why don't you ask santa for a good cock, then? we can't end this year without a good fucking” wooyoung added. yn looked at him dumbfounded but decided to follow up the joke by writing 'dear santa, i want a good fuck tonight'.

yn spent the whole day outside the house with wooyoung, visiting friends and family. finally, midnight arrived and yn went home, amazed at what he found there in his living room.

there he was, santa in flesh and bones, but he was different from the santa that everyone knew, this santa wore a sleeveless vest showing off his strong oiled arms “i heard someone here was looking for a big, hard candy cane” he says grabbing his big bulge “where's that ho ho hoe?”.

“no fucking way, you're real?” yn rubs his eyes thinking maybe he's imagining it "damn you're sexier than people think", santa can almost see the drool coming out of his mouth, “what are you waiting for? come here and give this cane some good licks”, santa discarded his pants showing the jockstrap he was wearing. yn quickly knelt in front of him and moved the jockstrap to the side taking his cock out "so big" yn's tongue lick over everything from the balls to the tip, savoring every inch of that juicy cock.

“get on top of me” santa hurried the other, taking off his pants in the process, while yn continued sucking cock, santa adjusted his ass so that it was in front of his mouth and began to suck it.

when it was already wet, santa took out a dildo from his gift bag, which was decorated with the patterns of a candy cane, and inserted it completely into the other's hole, making him moan loudly "shit, very deep..."

the holidays man continued abusing that tight hole, inserting and removing the dildo quickly with no mercy "damn you're going very fast daddy", and just when he heard that santa accelerated his movements and yn noticed how the cock swelled a little more in his hands "so a daddy fetish huh–hngh..!"; "shut the fuck up and keep sucking if you want me to give you your gift, christmas slut!!”.

“now let me give you your gift" santa takes yn down from his lap to slap his hard cock against the palm of his hand and spits on the tip "what are you waiting for bitch, sit on it" and yn obeyed, slowly sliding on santa's thick meat.

yn pushed himself hard on it; “damn boy, you acting so desperate as if this was the last dick you've ever take in your life” santa growled feeling the pleasure of being squeezed by a tight warm hole, “it's not the last one, but it's not every day you get to ride santa.

After what felt like hours, santa locked his strong arms around yn tightly and with a few last strong thrusts all his seed was shooted inside the boy, some of it dripped down santa's shaft “fuck that's a whole year of cum inside you boy, and you were able to keep it inside like the good slut you are. i think you deserve another gift” as he finishes saying that, santa spreaded his ass cheeks showing his pink hole to yn, making his mouth water “fuck really?” questioned yn, still not believing what is happening. “uh-huh” santa nodded “i think tonight i won't ride my sleigh… i'll ride you instead..”

santa was tight as fuck, it was so tight that yn came seconds later after the first thrust “don't stop until you unload all that sperm inside your balls on me, you hear me bitch boy?” yn nodded and kept fucking him. yn used some of the cum in his ass as a lube.

santa's ass hole was so wet and agape after many loads dripping down his legs and when yn thrusted some of it splashed on his torso and santa's back. they were a hot mess of cum and sweat.

santa resumed on fuckin yn but this time he introduced a long strip of anal beads decorated as christmas’ three balls “it feels so weird… i feel so full..” yn cried feeling the overstimulation hitting him “shh just enjoy it’ santa pressed his index finger on the other's lips while introducing his cock inch by inch.

in the next hour santa didn't kept fucking yn, despite the other's pleas, he didn't stopped until he fills him with his sperm again. he came inside again, pulling out his cock seconds later after riding his high. then without warning, in one swoop, the christmas man took out half of the anal beads from the poor boy's ass "motherfucking santa that hurts", santa just laughed "sorry boy i got carried away.. but now it's your job to get the rest of them out of you. push as hard as you can".

yn pushed and pushed, one by one each bead came out of his ass, dripping with semen, "damn it seems like it was snowing inside you" santa joked, tapping yn's ass to make him push faster "there are only a few left”, santa said.

the last one came out, the long strip of beads fell to the floor over a pool of semen "the best gift i have ever received in my life" yn whispered feeling satisfied, falling asleep on the floor right after.

the next morning he woke up and, feeling no pain, he thought that everything from the previous night was a dream until he saw a letter on his nightstand. "if you're wondering why you're not in pain, it's because i took care of it. i'll see you next year on christmas" there was also a cute drawing of a face winking, at which yn just smiled. he kept the letter in a secret place in his room and left to meet wooyoung to have breakfast.

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[neptunes-sol-angel]

Alright guys! I finally got that tingly feeling that I should do this kind of love reading. I still didn't want to make this a future spouse reading because I honestly overthink the concept, like "um divorces happen!" or some people just don't believe in marriage, but I thought I'd do something adorable and Christmas related. I hope that you guys enjoy!

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Pile One🎄

Their letter to Santa

Dear Santa, For so long I've been in the darkness, alone with the glass pieces of my heart, thinking that it's better this way for me to be on own. I don't believe in fairy tales anymore and my ability to imagine a world where I can be in love with someone and in that same way be loved back. My mind is splintered to where I flinch the minute someone to me gets close or when they mention a promise, that I without a doubt know they won't keep. Socially, I feel numb, meeting allegedly new people, seems to be a broken record in different physiques. If you could grant me any present in the world, would you change my definition of what I know to be love? Falling away from the stranger(s) that used to be who I knew from head to toe, has damaged my beliefs that I'm worthy of something more. And should you succeed in bringing my love, may they be my most divine contradiction in my life. My love will be someone new, yet possess familiarty in which I'll take pleasure in spending the rest of my lifetime finding all of the ways that we just understand each other. The sound of their voice and the words that they speak will be the fire that warms instead of scorching me. They'll be my rock that I won't have to tip toe around. Right now, I ask for their forgiveness for the person that I am right now, but for every tear that I currently shed to release the pain of my troubles in romance, builds my strength to be the person that really loves again, and the confidence to give my all despite my mistakes in giving it to the wrong people. Don't let my reserved aura fool you, deep down, I'm a hopeless romantic, that will work hard to find any and every single way to give you the world to prove the depth of my feelings for you. The same way that I'm learning my lessons, you are too, we both share that agony of why this has to hurt so much, but it's the bitter that goes along with the sweet to lead us to each other in the end.

Your Christmas Traditions:

Life with your partner could already be luxurious, meaning they gift you with presents on a regular basis that are both as an expression of love and desire to get the things that you want, so Christmas, traditionally, will feel like a normal day. What makes it stand out to you guys as a couple is how you guys seem to always unlock a new level of intimacy around this time of the year. For you or them, Christmas could make some not so good feelings resurface and put someone in a mood. Whatever that may trigger this, it usually leads to a peaceful resolution that doesn't just prolong the tension for another day. It's like getting to the root of the issue that'll eventually lead you and your partner to a place of comfort, understanding, and confirmation that this relationship isn't based on surface level things.

Pile Two 🎄

Their Letter to Santa:

Dear Santa, There's this ethereal figure in my dreams that I keep seeing. Without a doubt, I know that this is my person. And maybe it's not realistic to ask for you to make the time go faster for us to encounter each other in real life, but I really want answers, I'm craving to know this person. Their face alone, is enough to put me into hypnosis. Not knowing what their voice sounds like, ignites my obsession. I've never been a believer of the supernatural, or even a big fan of religion, but this sensation of the person of my dreams that makes me desire to stay asleep, has to be an indication that we're spiritually connected. I know this person doesn't say a word in both their presence of visions in day and night, but I have this clawing feeling that you're what home feels like. To the lover of my fantasies, I  know you spiritually, but emotionally, with you, I'll finally have someone that doesn't think my expression of feeling is a foreign language. I could talk to you for hours without getting bored and your nature in every capacity makes me feel that you're out of this world with a love that I'm determined to study and reciprocate. I'm already amazed by how gorgeous you are but indubitably I know I'll be stunned everytime I'm by your side watching you prove to me that magic on Earth is real. You're the breathing proof of it and I can't help but be adored by you and the way that you perceive making the most out of the challenges that you face and conquer.

Your Christmas Traditions:

You and your life partner BREATHE for Christmas. Valentine's day may be special but Christmas is the time that you guys will be all over each other. You guys could go all out this holiday, by buying and wearing matching pajamas, playing board games with each other, watching marathons of Christmas themed movies, maybe you guys have a specific drink like hot chocolate, egg nog, or cookies that you love to stock up on. You guys could also be the type to take a vacation around this time by renting out a cabin, or taking a trip to Disney World. This is normal for you guys and you aren't aware of this jubilant vibe that you have together but it makes others wanting to share the joy you have. Your public presence as a couple during Christmas is the type that will make a person want to use you guys as their mood board or inspiration to daydream about the love that that they'd kill to have. You guys are the power couple in terms of playfulness, affection, and how unique you guys embody your partnership. You could also experience people asking you for advice for how to liven up their own relationships. You guys are just that cute with each other.

Pile Three 🎄

Their Letter to Santa:

Dear Santa, I have a good feeling that the person that I will view as my everything is currently contemplating if there's something that they should change about themselves, but do me this favor homie and give my sweet firecracker this message. You. Yeah you. You know who you are. You are a boss! Walking royalty in this world that's meant to take up space, of course there are gonna be some jerks that want to dim your light, but the people who can't handle how bona-fide and wealthy your aura is, are people who are uncomfortable with the fact that they don't possess the tools to handle the blessing that you are. You were never asking for too much and don't let the grinch or scrooge convince you that you aren't enough. Believe me, I wish that fate would allow me to show up in your life right now, but you're meant to learn how precious your attributes you are. You're a damsel that can save yourself, who is meant to climb into power and achieve many things. I'm currently healing my tendencies of being codependent so that I don't distract you from your prosperity or project my insecurities onto you and make you think that it's you, it's not. Be patient, but don't get rid of how bold you are love or choose sides in how you're capable of being silly and someone with authority. Your strength isn't in your silence, but in your intelligence and maturity to express to others your feelings and what your needs are. You'll always be on top, even on days where you feel like you're at rock bottom. Keep pushing, things will make sense soon. You won't just find me in your happily ever after, you'll find your soul tribe too. And we will ALL match your energy. Trust me. Everything that you think is complicated about you is why we're grateful for you.

Your Christmas Traditions:

You and your life partner share a common tragedy and belief. You guys may have experienced toxicity in your family that inspires the both of you to do things differently with your own family. Christmas time is pivotal for you as a couple, because it influences you to reflect but also to take action on how well you guys do as a household. Your Christmas Traditions could be about trying your best to make sure that there's peace, openess, but most importantly your presence if guys have children together. You could go all out with making sure that they have the best presents, that they have the best indication that they're safe with you guys as parents, and that you make the most pleasant and fun memories that will symbolize how much that not just you and your life partner love each other but making sure that your children know how much they're loved by you.

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[v4mpirezz]

Ahh could we please have Tennant and Dikke Christmas headcanons? 🥹❤️ (yandere content is good too!!!) thank you in advance~

CHRISTMAS!

A/n: HAD TO DO THIS REQUEST CUZ ITS CHRISTMAS YOU GUYS! MERRY CHRISTMAS! Do you like lil banner? TEEHEE I made it myself <3 This was so cute, extra fluff and a tiny nice break from Yandere content! Hope you enjoy nonnie!

TENNANT

She’s definitely gonna sneak in the mistletoe

“Oh? Would you look at that, a mistletoe in between us.. You know what that means, right my lady~?”

She is your secret Santa by the way!

Therefore don’t be surprised when you open your gift and find an absolutely gorgeous necklace/ pair of earrings/ accessory.

Ok BUT IMAGINE THIS, she dresses up as Santa and hands you your gift herself! It’s funny yet adorable seeing her wearing a bright red hat and suite with a white beard.

Bakes gingerbread cookies with you, standing behinds you and folding the dough together as she kisses your cheek lovingly.

Teases you but asking if you’ve been goof this Christmas, she even buys a freaking elf on the shelf saying how it’s watching over you-

The type to put mistletoes EVERYWHERE so you get to kiss every 2 minutes or so :)

Kill her

Sitting on the couch, cuddling with a blanket to keep warm while the fireplace is on are precious moments to her.

She makes hot chocolate for the both of you!

If you also got her a gift her heart will melt. She’ll look at you with such loving eyes and hug you.

“Thank you my love.. Although, you are the best gift I could ever receive this Christmas.”

DIKKE

I don’t think she has really celebrated Christmas, she’s probably too busy or doesn’t have anyone to celebrate with so it’s definitely a new experience.

The whole mistletoe thing is something she’s completely clueless of, so when you point it out with a flustered face she just stands there awkwardly confused about what that means.

However, once you explain that you two must kiss, she’ll say “Ah!” With a small smile and give you a small kiss.

“How interesting this whole Christmas celebration can be.. I suppose thou should teach me more about it.”

Building a gingerbread house with her can be a bit messy.. ok, VERY messy. She’ll get a bit frustrated because the peices won’t stick together properly and will slide, at that point you two won’t even build it but instead grab the pieces, cover it in icing, pop some sprinkles and eat it.

I FEEL LIKE SHE WOULD ACTUALLY ENJOY HOT CHOCOLATE, she especially wants it with extra small marshmallows.

For your present, she wants to gift you something meaningful and poetic. Perhaps an accessory or outfit with a letter saying how she thinks it will bring out your eyes, make them sparkle like shining stars in a dark sky.

Dikke is also a good listener so if you ever mention something you’ve always wanted, or even something you loved as a child but lost and couldn’t find a replacement, expect for her to gift you something like that, something that can be special to you.

She will wear a Christmas hat if you do too, but she won’t help but want to kiss your entire face because of how cute you look to her!

Honestly a holiday where she smiles the most, and she’s so cute smiling! So precious. She loves Christmas if it means spending it with you, cuddling together in order to stay warm and drink hot chocolate.

Imagine her mouth covered in hot chocolate without her noticing HEHHEH.

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[lilacmingi]

A CHRISTMAS WISH

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Cheer elf!Yeosang x fem reader

Word count: 4,360

Note: This one is another favorite of mine from Christmas 2021 on Wattpad. I loveeeed the plot for this one! I love the concept of elf Yeosang 😭 Reminder: This imagine is from Wattpad so there will be no continuations or extra parts

You sighed as you stared at the steaming cup of hot cocoa sitting in front of you. Even a festive drink like that couldn't seem to cheer you up.

"So, what's the deal?" Your friend, Jisung, asked.

"I don't know." You sighed. "I'm just not feeling very festive this year. Things haven't exactly been going well and I can't seem to find it in me to celebrate the holidays."

"Maybe it's seasonal depression."

"I don't know, maybe. I guess I feel like I've lost my Christmas spirit, that spark, you know? Things aren't as wonderful as they used to be and life has really kicked me in the butt."

"Maybe it's just that you're getting older. Things are different when you grow up. Christmas doesn't feel much like Christmas."

"It sucks." You sighed. "I'm usually so into the holidays, but not this year."

"You should write a letter to Santa." He suggested.

You let out a dry chuckle. "Yeah, right."

"I'm serious."

"Thanks, Hannie, but I'm good. I'm not gonna write a letter to a fictional being."

"Well, it was worth a shot." He shrugged.

Later that night, you were sitting in your living room, a Christmas special on TV. A sigh left you as you stared blankly at the screen, your chest feeling hollow and empty.

"It's just not the same." You muttered, clicking off the television and shuffling out of the room, your feet dragging along the floor.

You stepped into your room, your gaze landing on your table that sat in front of the bedroom window.

Next thing you know, you found yourself sitting at the desk in your room, a pen and a piece of paper sitting in front of you. You weren't sure why you were about to do what you were about to do. Perhaps it was a last-ditch effort. Maybe you had hit rock bottom with no more options.

You picked up the pen and began to write.

Dear Santa,

I haven't been feeling too festive this year. I'm not really sure why. So many things have been happening lately and I just feel like the holidays aren't even worth celebrating. I've always loved Christmas, but this year has been so... bland. I don't know what to do about it. My friend suggested I write a letter to you, which I think is absurd, but here I am.

You let out a dry chuckle, feeling sorry for yourself.

This is so stupid. I don't even know why I'm doing this. I guess I'm out of options. The only thing I want for Christmas is to get my Christmas spirit back.

You folded the letter and placed it into an envelope, momentarily considering throwing it in the trash, but you didn't. For whatever reason, something in you wanted to get that letter sent out—so you did.

The next day, you set out on your brief journey to the mall. You didn't need or want anything, you only went there to get your letter sent.

You clutched the envelope in your hand as you neared the middle of the mall where the Santa meet and greet was set up. Just outside the area was a red mailbox with huge, cursive letters printed on it that read: North Pole. You didn't put an address on the envelope, you just wrote North Pole, not that it mattered, Santa wouldn't be receiving the letter anyway. Actually, you didn't know who would get it. Part of you didn't care.

You pulled open the flap glancing at the envelope in your hand. You shook your head, letting out a mocking laugh as you dropped the letter into the box.

A large pile of letters was spread across Mr. Claus' desk. Despite his busy schedule, he always found time to go through the letters that made their way to the North Pole. He grabbed the next envelope, ripping it open and pulling the letter out to look at it. Upon reading the written message, he felt a somberness in his heart, placing his hand over his chest.

"Oh no." He frowned.

He placed the letter on his desk, grabbing the intercom mic that sat nearby.

"Attention everyone. We have a code Blue Christmas, level 7. I repeat, code Blue Christmas, level 7. Kang Yeosang, please report to my office immediately."

Said elf popped his head up upon hearing his name over the intercom. He jumped from his seat in the cafeteria and hurried as quickly as he could across the snowy village, kicking up the icy substance as he did so.

He pushed open the doors of the workshop, scurrying up the stairs that led to the big man's office. The doors swung open and Yeosang stumbled in, panting breathlessly.

"You called?" He huffed out, his hands resting on his knees.

"Yes. I've just received a letter from a girl who's lost her Christmas spirit. I need you to go to her immediately."

"Yes, sir." Yeosang stood upright, saluting. "I'll start getting ready."

Yeosang is the North Pole's number one cheer elf. It's easy for people to lose their Christmas spirit around the holidays and Yeosang is around to help bring it back. He's gone all around the world on many different missions, helping people remember how magical and merry Christmas can be.

Santa met with Yeosang to see him off and wish him luck on his journey.

"Before you go, I want to give you some of my magic to use... just in case." He told the elf.

"Thank you." He took the small, maroon velvet bag, slipping it into his jacket pocket.

Santa reached over, straightening the beanie on Yeosang's head.

"Make sure you stay covered." He told the elf.

"Of course." Yeosang nodded. "I should be off now."

"Right. Good luck.”

Equipped with some of Santa's magic and a special pocket watch to contact the big man, Yeosang set off to your town.

It had been a few days since you sent your letter to the "North Pole." You weren't sure why you even sent the stupid thing in the first place. The immense regret you were feeling was palpable and almost overwhelming.

"It's already sent. You can't do anything about it." You told yourself.

Why were you worried about the letter being sent? It would probably get tossed anyway.

You needed something to distract yourself and take your mind off things. Maybe a walk would help you clear your head.

You slipped on some warm clothes along with a thick coat and headed outside. As soon as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the frigid air hit you, causing your face to twist in discomfort. Giving the collar of your jacket a quick tug, you began to walk down the sidewalk.

You walked and walked, not paying much attention to where you were going. Getting out of the house didn't help much at all, considering all you could think about was how much you wish you hadn't sent that letter. There was no point in it. It was stupid. You were just feeling desperate and needed a way to vent and let your feeli—

You let out a grunt as you bumped into someone.

"Sorry." You apologized, glancing over to see who you'd clumsily walked into.

You were immediately taken aback by the man's insanely good looks. You'd never seen anyone like him in your life. He looked like he was sculpted by gods. His eyes were large and seemed to have a sparkle to them, his nose was dainty and perfect, as were his lips, and he had a natural glow to his face. His hair, despite being covered by a hat, was beautiful as well. It was a light blonde color and appeared to be long, as the hair peeking from underneath his beanie curled just beneath his ear.

"I'm the one who should apologize." He stated, his voice deep and melodic, with a gentleness to it. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"I wasn't either." You spoke up.

"It seems we're both distracted." He chuckled.

"Maybe we won't bump into anyone else." You told him with a smile before bidding him goodbye.

Yeosang mentally cursed himself for letting you slip away so easily. The short interaction the two of you had didn't exactly give him a good opportunity to try and stick around. He had to think of a way to get back to you, and quick.

He took a step forward, hearing something scuff along the concrete. Glancing at his feet, he spotted a small wallet. His eyes widened as a smile broke out on his features.

An opportunity! He thought excitedly.

You kept your gaze ahead, determined to pay attention where you were going. As you headed down the street, thoughts of that guy lingered in your mind. It's not every day you bump into someone so attractive. He was stunning, and his laugh was the prettiest sound you'd heard.

I won't forget you pretty street guy. You thought to yourself.

You came to a stop, considering going back home. All the walking you had done did you absolutely no good. Remembering that there was a coffee shop just down the street, you decided against going home and had one thing in mind, and that was a warm beverage. With a new destination, you moved forward, headed straight for the shop.

Upon your arrival, you ordered a medium peppermint mocha. (or your favorite drink) Despite your current lack of Christmas spirit, you still wanted to try and indulge in the holiday's delicious treats.

The cashier gave you the total and you began rummaging around in your jacket pocket, your heart dropping when you didn't feel your wallet.

"I'm so sorry. I... I think I dropped my wallet somewhere." You told the cashier, trying not to panic too much and cause a scene.

"I'll take care of it." A familiar voice spoke from behind you.

A hand reached past you, handing a wad of money to the cashier. You turned your head, seeing that your savior was none other than the guy you ran into just a few minutes prior.

"You."

"Hello again." He smiled.

"Thank you for for that."

"Thank yourself. I used your money."

"What?"

"I'm kidding. I came to return this to you." He said, pulling your wallet from his coat pocket.

"You're a lifesaver." You sighed. "Thank you."

"It's not a problem. I was just doing what's right."

"Can I get you something? I kinda owe you one."

"Well, there is one thing you can do."

"And what's that?" You inquired.

"Just sit and talk."

"That's all?"

"Mhm." He nodded. "At least until we finish our drinks. I'm not gonna keep you here for hours and hours."

"Okay. I can do that. Are you sure you don't want me to buy you a drink, though?"

"I got it covered." He smiled.

You were handed your beverage and stepped aside to let your new acquaintance order his. Once he had his hot chocolate with extra whipped cream on top, the two of you went to find a place to sit down.

"So, I never got your name." You spoke up.

"Oh, right. I'm Yeosang."

"I'm Y/n."

"It's nice to meet you." He gave you a friendly (and very adorable) closed-mouth smile.

"I know you're the one who suggested we sit and hang out, but I hope I'm not keeping you from anything." You told him.

"Not at all. I was only out for a walk anyway."

"I was too. I needed to distract myself."

"Ah." He nodded. "If you don't mind me asking, what's troubling you?"

"Well, truthfully, I'm just not feeling very Christmassy this year and I don't know why."

"That's understandable." He nodded. "As you get older, sometimes the holidays don't feel like the holidays. It's not uncommon."

"My friend said something similar. You know," You paused, letting out a chuckle. "He actually suggested I write a letter to Santa."

"Did you?" Yeosang asked, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"Well, yes, but I was desperate and feeling sad. I honestly regret it. It was dumb."

"Why?"

"Because Santa doesn't exist. Who knows where that letter ended up."

Yeosang had to stop himself from gasping in horror at your blatant response. Of course Santa exists. How could you not know that?

"That letter may have ended up exactly where it needed to be." He responded.

"You sound so sure."

"I'm just looking on the positive side." He responded.

Yeosang said you only had to stay and talk with him until your drinks were gone, however the two of you sat and chatted long after your cups had been emptied.

"We've been here for a while, haven't we?" You spoke, looking at your phone.

"We have. I didn't even realize."

Before the two of you parted ways, Yeosang asked for you number, which you more than happily gave him.

When you left the coffee shop, you couldn't help but feel happy that you chose to leave the house. Had you stayed home, you might not have met Yeosang.

A few days after your first meeting with Yeosang, he texted you asking if you wanted to hang out. You said yes and gave him your address so he could meet up.

It wasn't long until you heard a knock at your front door. You got up to answer it, smiling when you saw Yeosang.

"Come on in." You stepped aside, allowing him to enter your home.

He shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on your coat hanger. He looked adorable dressed in a large, dark green sweater and a red beanie.

"You look like an elf." You giggled.

Yeosang's eyes widened at your comment, momentarily worried that you were onto him.

"Your outfit is very festive." You continued. "It reminds me of something an elf would wear. It looks good."

"Ah." He laughed nervously, tugging his hat down, reassuring himself that it was positioned correctly. "Thank you."

You then led him further into your apartment.

Yeosang took a quick look at your home, noticing how barren it was.

"You haven't decorated for Christmas?" He asked.

"No. I haven't really felt like it."

"I could help you if you'd like. Christmas decorations are supposed to bring cheer, anyway—and you seem like you need it."

You let out a short chuckle. "Yeah. I do."

"So what do you say? Want me to help you decorate?"

"Yeah." You nodded. "I think I would like that."

You showed him to your storage closet where you kept seasonal holiday decorations. He assisted you in pulling out your artificial Christmas tree and setting it up.

"You don't get a real tree?" He asked.

"No. I've always used an artificial one. Even when I was younger, we always had an artificial one."

"You prefer artificial trees?" He asked, straightening out the branches.

"I do. In my opinion, it's much better than a real one. Yes, you have to straighten the branches out, but it's not nearly as messy as a real tree. It's also not as much of a fire hazard, you don't have to water it, and unlike real trees, you pay for a fake one once and that's that."

"Ah." Nodded Yeosang. "That makes sense."

Once the branches were all straightened out and in place, you hauled a box of decorations into the living room.

"Do you have a certain place where you hang these?" Yeosang asked as you opened up the box.

"Nah. Just grab one and hang it wherever."

You both reached into the box, pulling out a random ornament.

"This one is cute." Yeosang giggled, holding up an ornament depicting a melted snowman.

"Thanks. I think it's unique."

"It is. It makes me laugh too. I like it." He commented, hanging it over a branch. "Hey, do you think we could crank up some Christmas music? It would really help get us in the Christmas spirit."

"Sure."

You grabbed your phone and connected it to your Bluetooth speaker before finding a Christmas playlist to play aloud.

Yeosang immediately began to dance a little when the first song was played. His hips wiggled as he placed ornaments on the tree, seeming to be in his own little world.

Watching Yeosang made you wish you could get more into the holiday spirit. He really looked like he was in his element as he placed more ornaments on the tree, a soft smile on his lips. His face seemed to glow as he continued to work, dancing and humming to the Christmas music being played.

You couldn't help but smile yourself. Just being around him made it feel more like the holidays.

You had just watched the weather forecast and the weatherman had called for snow, which you were looking forward to. You thought of Yeosang since he loved all things Christmas, so you sent him a text.

You

Are you ready to see the snow? The weatherman said it would snow later this evening.

Yeosang

You know I'm ready! Let's meet up and watch it together.

You

Sounds like fun!

Meeting Yeosang was one of the greatest things that's happened to you. After spending so much time with him, you felt that you were slowly starting to get your Christmas spirit back.

You waited for the snow to fall, but nothing happened. You thought maybe it was just slow  with its arrival, so you waited... and waited. It wasn't until you heard a knock at your door that you stepped away from the window. Standing outside was Yeosang dressed in his usual beanie (a gray one this time) and large coat. You gave him a frown.

"It didn't snow."

"It's okay. It's probably just a little slow. Go put on a coat and come on out." He beckoned.

You grabbed your jacket and slipped it on along with a head warmer to keep your ears and forehead toasty before joining Yeosang outside in the chilly winter air.

"Come on." He linked his arm with yours, leading you down the street.

A gasp left you as you saw a tiny white snowflake drift down past your line of sight. Moments passed as the flakes began descending faster from above, accumulating on the sidewalk.

"Yeosang, look!" You beamed. "It's snowing."

The elf smiled at your overjoyed reaction, his heart thumping rapidly as a warm feeling spread in his chest.

Thank you, Santa. He thought.

You stared up at the sky, watching the large, fluffy flakes fall from the sky.

"It's so beautiful." You commented.

You were far too busy admiring the snow to even notice that it was only snowing on your street and nowhere else.

It was Christmas Eve and you and Yeosang were spending it at your house. He showed up wearing a Christmas sweater and brought a matching one with him, handing it to you as soon as he stepped inside.

"You got me a Christmas sweater?"

He nodded with a smile. "You should go put it on."

"Okay."

You scurried off to your bedroom to change out of your sweatshirt and into the Christmas sweater. You glanced at your reflection with a bright smile, your fingertips running over the knit pattern. It wasn't an in your face kind of Christmas sweater, but a more toned down one with warm hues and cream-colored reindeer on it. Just the thought of Yeosang getting the two of you matching sweaters made your cheeks warm.

You returned to the living room, showing off the festive sweater. Yeosang's heart skipped a beat when he saw you. The sweater was just a little big on you and partially covered your hands. It was perfect and you looked absolutely adorable in it.

Over the past few weeks, Yeosang found himself falling for you. Never in his life had he fallen for a human, let alone one that he was sent to help out.

"I love it. Thank you." You told him. "You want some hot chocolate?"

"Yes, please. With-"

"Extra whipped cream?" You finished.

Yeosang grinned, nodding his head.

You made your way to the kitchen and started preparing hot cocoa for you and Yeosang. You'd been spending a lot of time with him and because of that, you started feeling like you got your Christmas spirit back. It was a wonderful feeling, one you didn't think you'd ever feel.

Maybe writing that letter wasn't pointless after all.

You returned to the living room with two large mugs of hot chocolate, Yeosang's topped with extra whipped cream per his request. He took a sip, giving you a thumbs up.

"Good?"

He nodded, licking whipped cream from his top lip.

You drank some of yours before placing the mug onto the coffee table. There was something that had been weighing on your mind lately that you wanted to get off your chest.

"Yeosang. There's something I want to tell you."

"Yes?" Yeosang set his mug down, giving you his full attention.

"I just wanted to say thank you. Ever since you came along, you've brightened up the holiday season and helped me get my Christmas spirit back. I know it's cheesy, but if I hadn't met you, I don't think I would be where I am now."

A gleaming and happy smile spread across Yeosang's features.

"I'm so happy to hear that."

"Will you spend Christmas with me?" You asked.

"Of course."

"There's something else I want to tell you." You took in a deep breath, preparing yourself.

"What is it?" Yeosang asked, his heart pounding.

"Along with getting my Christmas spirit back, I've also developed feelings for you. You're not like any guy I've ever met and we've had so much fun together."

"I feel the same way." He responded with a grin.

"You do?"

"Yeah." He smiled, nodding his head.

"That's great." You beamed.

"But, there's something I have to tell you first."

"Okay." You sat up straighter.

You couldn't help but think of the worst.

"I'm not even sure if I'm allowed to say this, but here it goes." He took in a deep breath before continuing. "I'm an elf. A cheer elf to be more specific. I came from the North Pole to help you get your Christmas spirit back."

You blinked a few times before an unamused chuckle escaped your mouth.

"I see what's going on here. You're teasing me, right?"

"No. I'm telling the truth."

You gave him a skeptical look.

"I'll prove it." He grabbed the top of his hat, pulling it off his head and revealing a pair of pointy ears.

"Those are fake." You responded.

"Pull on them." He told you, leaning closer.

"What? No. I'm not gonna do that."

"If they're fake, it won't hurt me, so you shouldn't have a problem with it."

You pressed your lips together, reaching over and grabbing hold, quickly tugging on his ear.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed, bringing his hand up to rub over the spot.

Your eyes widened. If they were truly fake, the pointed ends would have come right off.

"Oh my gosh." You gasped. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You were too busy being worried about hurting his ear that you didn't even realize they were real. You froze as reality hit you like a truck. He really is an elf.

Oh my gosh. I told him Santa wasn't real... to his face. You thought.

"Believe me now?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Yes."

Your eyes drifted to his (adorable) pointy ears that stuck out from his long, fluffy, blonde locks. It was an unfamiliar sight, and one you'd have to get used to.

"Hopefully this doesn't change the way you feel about me." Yeosang spoke up.

"It doesn't. Actually, it makes me like you even more."

He let out a chuckle, glancing down shyly.

"So, you said you're a cheer elf. What is that?"

"I go around the world every Christmas to brighten up someone's holiday and help them find their Christmas cheer. You were my mission this year."

"Ah." You glanced down at your lap. "You weren't lying when you said my letter ended up right where it needed to be."

"No I wasn't." He chuckled.

"Are there more cheer elves or just you?"

"There's more. Not a lot, but enough to help multiple people out every Christmas. I'm number one, though." He grinned with a wink.

You smiled only for it to falter when a question popped into your head.

"How will we see each other?"

"One thing they don't tell you about cheer elves is that we get vacation days."

Your face brightened up.

"I can come visit pretty often. You might even be able to come to the North Pole sometime."

"Are you serious?" You asked.

"I am."

"You won't tell Santa I said he didn't exist, will you? Because I most certainly don't feel that way anymore."

"Hmm. I don't know. I was pretty offended when you said that."

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth worriedly.

"If you give me a kiss I won't say anything." He smirked.

You had to hold back a smile as you answered him.

"I think I can arrange that."

You scooted closer to him as he did the same, his hand gently holding your cheek. Without wasting another moment, you closed the space between you and Yeosang, placing your lips on his. Your hand moved to cup the back of his neck, pulling him closer as your fingers played with the long strands of hair. Yeosang tilted his head, deepening the kiss and sending a wave of heat through your body in the process.

The kiss was sweet, but intense and left you wanting more. You glanced at Yeosang with half-lidded eyes.

"I don't want you to leave." You murmured, still in a daze from the kiss.

"I won't. I promised to spend Christmas with you, remember?"

You smiled. "And after that?"

"I'll see if the boss man will let me stay a few extra days."

"Good."

In the beginning, you just wanted your Christmas spirit back, but in the end, you got so much more than that.

Hongjoong ❄︎ Seonghwa ❄︎ Yunho ❄︎ San ❄︎ Mingi ❄︎ Wooyoung ❄︎ Jongho

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[aemonds-wifey]

An Unexpected Summer Meeting

Chapter 2

You sat vacantly at the blank piece of paper that sat before you on the table. You had written the first sentence in your head but somehow you were unable paint them to the paper.

No word from George, so you decided to take the initiative and try to speak first.

You missed home, you missed George and even missed your days at work. You tutted to yourself to only imagine how Gretchen, the other girl who worked whenever you were not in.

As you intertwined the pen between your fingers you heard footsteps coming down the stairs , Norman was ready for his day. Your uncle was a big sweet man, a lonely man but he had space enough in his heart for anybody- he reminded you of what Santa would look like, all they Norman was missing was a red hat , an overcoat and black boots.

He reached the bottom step and looked at you “Writing your memoirs love?”

He joked

You laughed “No I was…going to write to mother and father but I think I’ll leave it.” You said putting the pen down slowly and brushing the paper to one side .

You noticed Norman get his coat on “Where are you off then?” You asked

He looked at you as he put his cap on “oh I’m off to do the paper round…” he picked up the stack of pacifist papers he had by the table.

He knew how you felt about the war, you both discussed it at length since you arrived.

As he buttoned his coat up and adjusted his hat he looked at you “You can come with if you want? Gonna meet my friend afterwards and go for a pint.”

As tempting as the invite was you did not feel quite up for it.

“Which friend is this Norm?” You asked

“Douglas. He’s a good man. Fought in the Great War with him…sound man. You’d like him.” He answered.

You nodded “Maybe some other time. I hope you’re successful and stop us from joining in any potential war.” You said picking your pen back up.

He nodded “I’ll be back later. What are you up to today?”

You sighed “I might go for a wander later..but I won’t stay out to long just till maybe 5 or 6.”

He dug down in his pocked and produced a key. He tossed it onto the table “there you go…just in case I’m still out . But be mindful. These streets are different to the ones in Didcot.” He smiled lightly

You nodded “I’ll be careful. Thanks Norm.”

He tipped his hat and within seconds he left the house. You inhaled sharply as you looked around, your eyes fell to the paper again, and once again the words failed you.

You started to write

Dear George

I hope this finds you well.

Manchester is certainly full of sights and life..but not the same as Oxford and no the sights I had planned for our first summer together. Only two weeks and it feels like an eternity since I saw you.

How is it back in Oxford? I wonder how you are keeping yourself occupied, probably preparing for your interview for your Masters at the university. You must remind me of the date and how you get on. Also remind me when you are traveling to Devon

My uncle is a kind man, a pacifist just like you and I. Hr had a lovely home, poor man is on his own- his wife sadly passed not long after the end of the Great War, they had no children of their own but he seems Happy enough. He has friends and colleagues at the factory where he works during the week…He spends a lot of time trying to pass of a paper of peace , seems he’s just as keen to stop us going to any form of war that may come round.

I am sorry it s short but I eagerly await for response…I’m counting down the weeks until We can meet under the oak tree outside of Basildon and pick up where we left off.

Yours,

Y/N

You found an envelope and folded the piece of paper inside. Writing the address on and placing a stamp delicately on the top right corner. You got up and wrapped yourself in your thin navy coat and took the letter and spare key.

*

You had posted the letter, now George’s response gave you something to look forward to . You took yourself For an aimless walk after that, thinking how you should be talking a stroll by the ashmolean museum, how you both would go in and enjoy soaking up some culture - but that was a dream that you had to postpone. You found yourself exploring the neighborhood , children were playing on the streets - families were enjoying the summer afternoon and you grew envious of couples walking past flaunting their happiness …you felt like the only single person in the world.

Your attention was immediately drawn to what looked like an old Library, naturally you couldn’t resist. The library reminded you of the Bodleian Library. The smell of old books resonating in the air, the sight of students reading vigorously …all the while you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet. As the silence crept in your heads your thoughts kept dwelling on home and George. You mindfully gave yourself a little head-shake and headed back outside.

As you stepped out of the library you accidentally brushed past a man, a few of the papers he held onto fell to the ground and you immediately went down to help pick them

Up “ I’m so sorry sir!” You exclaimed.

“Don’t worry lass I wasn’t paying attention.” He said.

His accent was thick but he had a pleasant tone to him.

You noticed he wore a cap similar to Norman’s, you briefly met his eyes and you could see he had lived a life- though fear seemed to be a constant mask

He wore. You picked up the papers snd handed them to it

“Ah thank you kindly.” He said with a small smile.

“I do apologize I hope I did not hurt you .” You said

He shook his head “It’s okay .” A small frown grew “Your not from round here are ya?”

You shrugged with a little smile “What gave me away?”

“The accent…Reading ?” He asked

“Oxford. “ you answered

“Ah so close. First time in Manchester ?”

You nodded “Yes I’m having an explore …whilst I can before war happens.” You said with a distant hint of disappointment

He handed you one of the leaflets he was holding “Here love…bit of reading if your interested.”

You took it , seeing the words “pledge for peace” in bold letters on the top “Thank you sir. Nice to meet someone else who objects to the barbarity of war like I do.”

He had a proud smile and chuckled slightly “Where does a young lady like you get thinking like that?”

You laughed a little too and tapped your head with your index finger “Not sure but I know it could get me in bother. “

He laughed “Smart lass. Well I will not keep you…i best be off.”

“Thank you…take care.” You said as he tipped his cap and walked in the opposite direction.

As he left the square you read the paper he let you keep, it was a bloody good read to you. So much so you read it again, taking in every word. You were so engrossed with it you lost track of time and before you knew it , the day had almost escaped you. It was getting that dark you had to stop by a lamp to read the last part. You stood still reading the last part and started to fold the paper up nearly.

“Letter from your lover?” A voice caught you off guard and you Held The leaflet behind your back.

A man stood there with a half empty bottle in his hand, he approached you slightly as you took a step

Back

“It’s nothing .” You said as you attempted to walk away calmly

“Oh come on love let’s have a gander” he said taking another step, as you turned to leave he lunged forward and managed to snatch the piece of paper out of your hands. He read it, and frowned “Pledge for Peace?” Who gave you this ?”

You didn’t answer you just looked at him “nobody it’s mine.”

He scoffed “Old man Bennett probably or that fool Eugene.”

You didn’t answer you just took another step back “If you wanted entertaining love all you need is to ask.” He said taking another gulp , the stench of booze invaded your nostrils, seeing you were repulsed he took another drink

“I’ve already had some laughs tonight thanks I do not need another from you.”

He almost spat the booze from his mouth, “Such a pretty mouth and such hard words. Think you need to be taught some manners.” he angrily threw the paper to the ground before your feet and stamped on it. He took one long step and you knocked the bottle out of his hand , the crash of the glass breaking was sure to alert somebody. As he was distracted by the destruction of his booze you ran down the street of terraced houses, hoping to come across a corner soon. For a drunk he was surprisingly able to keep up, you finally found a corner and within seconds of turning into it you collided with someone by the corner lamp. Your hand immediately stretched onto his chest as she looked up and was met with a surprised smile, accompanied by tender coral blue eyes that glowed. Your fingers scrunched his shirt as a reflex , he knew something was amiss , yet he did not shove you away.

Under the lamp light. You had a look of panic that eased slightly as he recognized your look and put his arm around you , as if you had both communicated secretly. You didn’t know this man but you had no choice but to stay where you are, you caught a scent of nicotine and musk on his shirt, slightly intoxicating and refreshing compared to the heavy booze you were exposed to moments ago.

The exhausted pants of the drunk Man caught up with you, he stopped mere feet away when he saw you were not alone.

“Alright love been looking for you everywhere !” The man who held you said.

You forced a small smile “Sorry lost track of time.” You answered more confidently than you expected.

The drunk man pointed “Oi Your bird here owes me a bottle of booze…knocked it right out my hand.”

The stranger only tightened his grip on your forearm “Good. Smells like you’ve had plenty.” He said.

“She ran away from me! Just wanted to show her a..” he hiccuped.

“Clearly she don’t want you to show her anything mate. ”

“Your bird was rude she needs some manners shown!” His slurred words only made the stranger chuckle with an arrogance that you found enlightening “mate go home yeah? Show some respect and go.”

“I’ll bloody show you both!” The drunk man made a clumsy swing with his right hand , the man who held you swirled you around out of harms way before grabbing the drunk fool

By the scruff of the neck and holding him against The wall, you clasped your hand over your mouth as you watched him.

“I won’t ask again mate. Piss off before I knock your lights out!” The stranger then dropped him, the drunk man took one last glance at you and stumbled his way out into the distance and out of sight. The stranger turned to you as he straightened out his dark blue jacket. He ran his fingers through his musty brown hair and faced you “Alright love?”

Usually you would run away, but despite his aggressive defense of you, you were in no hurry to leave.

“Yes I…thank you .” You said “I don’t know what I would have done.”

“Ah I think you could have managed , he wouldn’t have been able to keep up .” He said.

“ I’m sorry I bumped into you like that.” You apologized

He shrugged smiling “I’m not.” His smile then turned into concern “seriously alright though?”

You nodded “I am yes…thank you for helping honestly I don’t know what to say.” You patted down your own coat and flipped your hair back from your shoulders

“Could tell me why he thought you were rude - you don’t seem the type .” He smiled.

His devilish smile actually made you glad it was dark, as you felt your cheeks go flush with attraction.

“I don’t think he liked what I classed as a good read. A nice man gave me a pamphlet as I left the library in the square peace pledge stuff.” You explained

He nodded “Ah I see...into the pacifism are ya?”

You gave one nod “I don’t think war is ..always the solution.”

He nodded with you and looked around “You live far?”

You also looked around and panic struck you “I think…I can’t remember …oh shoot which way is my uncles house.”

He chuckled lightly “What street is it? “

You briefly closed your eyes to try and remember “Erm Green Street.”

He smiled “This way.”

You were hesitant at first , he looked at you “What?”

“I…don’t even know your name and you’re leading me off somewhere .” You said with the shy smile that made him step and reassure you by offering his hand “Tom.”

You shook it “Y/N.”

He did not let go and neither did you, he shook it a while longer - his hands were surprisingly gentle with odd scratches on his fingers.

He smiled “Green street is just round here.”

He started to walk and lead you around the corner and onto the street, you hardly recognized it even with the street lights to guide you …you truly felt completely alien.

“First time in Manchester is it?” He asked as you passed the doors of houses.

You nodded “Yeah..and I think this has been my first night of excitement .” You joked “ah here.”

You remembered the shape of the door for your uncles house .

“Hopefully not your first and only night.” He asked leaning against the wall beside the door , watching you search your pockets for your keys.

“We shall see…” you found it “Well Tom…thank you again for rescuing me. “

He winked “My pleasure. I swear Manchester isn’t full of drunken bums.”

You laughed “Well if I can thank you in anyway ..” you locked eyes with him for a moment and you were sure his eyes were staring into your soul, a moment passed between you and you clumsily tried to unlock the door as you opened it he spoke

“Well I don’t know how long you’re staying…but I don’t want you to leave thinking it’s bad here…what are you doing tomorrow ?” He asked

You stood in the door way, nervously fidgeting with your key “If my uncle gets his way probably selling the peace leaflets”

He shook his head “Na. You won’t be. Meet me at thaw library steps tomorrow …midday …what do ya say?”

You did not have to think twice, he seemed genuine but there was something about him that was equally mysterious and roguish …you were curious.

“Sure…I’ll come by.” You said with half a smile

He wore that cheeky smile again “Great.” He popped his hands in his coat pocket “See ya tomorrow Y/N.” , as he strutted away you watched him pick out a cigarette and light it. The smoke blew up in the air as he grew more distant . You smiled and closed the door and leant against it. Catching your breath and imagining what would transpire tomorrow. You could smell the nicotine and delicate musk in your fingers from when your hand held onto his shirt upon your first contact …you inhaled them in and stayed by the door a few moments longer

Chapter 3

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#ewan mitchell #tom bennett #tom bennett x reader #world war two #world on fire #tom Bennett x you #fic #fiction #sailor Tom #1930s #England

[kaykay-13]

Xingyun littles where they write what they want for Christmas to Santa as a class project and xingqiu asks chongyun to take his paper up to the teacher for him and yun happens to glance down as hes walking and in huge horribly scribbled bold letters its just " I WANT TO YUNYUN TO BE WITH ME FOREVER " (and below it is " get rid of carrots forever too ")

this is so cute and i can 100% imagine it already. this feels like something some artist can turn into a cute little comic strip. just. babie xingyun. stupidqiu. but also “tells everyone that santa isn’t real”qiu. BUT ALSO “secretly believes that santa will grant his christmas wish”qiu

chongyun however. chongyun is just There. innocent. loveliest boy in the whole wide world. auntie shenhe picks him up from school daily. maybe he tells her about what he saw. yelan has to prevent a homocide because how DARE xingqiu covet what is not his LOL

#christmas time things for our little babies #xingyun #kk13

[beyondxmeasure]

Santa Harry Snippets 🎅🏼

I was tagged by @louandhazaf to share a snippet, so I'm going to drop something from my upcoming advent fic to keep myself accountable. Thanks for the tag! Tagging some more lovelies to play along... @vintageumbroshirt @lululawrence @zjofierose @halohamilton @2tiedships2 @pocketsunshineharry @scrunchyharry @beckydoesthings @phd-mama @chloehl10 @falsegoodnight @all-these-larrythings @eeveelou @disgruntledkittenface @evilovesyou @lovingstheantidote @louisandtheaquarian @littleroverlouis @ladyaj-13 @runaway-train-works

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“It’s for you, darling. Open it.” Ginny cups Harry’s cheek, caressing gently with her thumb, eyes shining with unshed tears as she nods, encouraging him with a tender smile. “Go ahead, dear.”

Ginny sits down cautiously, waiting with bated breath for Harry to flip the buckles open to reveal what’s inside. Harry takes a deep breath, hands trembling with anticipation. He has a pretty good idea of what's inside, and he’s not sure that he can keep his composure if he’s right. Slowly, he unlatches the left, then the right side, flick… flick… hinges creaking as he opens it with care. Layers of crimson velvet trimmed with snow-white fur lay neatly folded inside, all wrapped with a thick black leather belt and matching boots adorned with shiny gold buckles. 

Harry feels his eyes flood with tears as he lets out a shaky breath. “Ginny, no. I can’t—You can’t give this away. Paul wouldn’t—”

It’s Ginny’s reassuring hand over Harry’s now. “I’m not giving it away, sweetheart. I’m passing it down. Paul asked me to. He wanted you to have it.”

“What?” Harry utters in disbelief. “Why me?”

“It’s your turn, now.”

“What? No! I couldn’t. I don’t even know how—”

“You have the heart for it, dear, and Christmas spirit in abundance. That’s all that really matters.”

“But it’s too soon. For you, I mean, like, we couldn’t—oh my god. Ginny? Do you mean? You want me to—”

She nods enthusiastically, tears falling from her eyes just as much as Harry. “I couldn’t say no to him in that state, lying in that hospital bed, of course, but buried the thought of it. Because, well, you know—I just couldn’t imagine even thinking of going through with it this year, once we lost him. But the more I think about it, the more I think the only way I could go through with it again is if I do it with you. I can’t even think about playing Mrs. Claus to some complete stranger. It just wouldn’t feel right. But you. You, my dear, would be perfect.”

“Are you serious?”

“Absolutely!” Ginny holds out her arms, inviting Harry into her warm embrace. “I couldn’t imagine anyone else filling my Paul’s boots better than you.”

Harry turns the boots over to find the number ten embossed on the bottom of the arch. “They’re my size,” he declares with a smile and a dry laugh, wiping his eyes, still in shock as he looks over the contents of the suitcase in awe. “I guess maybe I could fill Paul’s boots, couldn’t I?”

“You sure can, my dear. Go, try it on!” A glint of delight flashes in her eyes and, with her approval, Harry is up in a flash, eager to get into the legendary red suit. “Oh, here, look at this.” Ginny lifts the jacket and pulls back the inside lapel to reveal a monogram with the letters PA hand sewn inside a red heart border. “See, now he’ll always be with you. Never forgotten.”

Harry sighs at the tender remembrance, overwhelmed with emotion, and falls into Ginny’s embrace once again, whispering the choked words into her ear as he squeezes her tight, “Never forgotten.”

#snippets #1d advent fic #advent fic #mall santa harry styles #let your heart be light fic #cyantific fics

[we-are-inevitable]

i see the jac-kath-rizz reblog circle has taken this post. so

would love some DITF headcanons! but also for a left field thought. what would u do with a western au. go cowboys go -💥 @jack-kellys

ok i got another ask for DITF so !! western au:

are u fucking kidding me. cattle drives.

davey somehow being roped into the cowboy lifestyle from his middle class upbringing; he's damn good on a horse, and herding cattle can't be too hard, right?

he's first approached in Fort Worth by a man who's taking his family up north, and davey is offered a pretty penny to help keep the cattle in check, so he takes the job.

one of the other men on the team is Francisco "Jack" Kelly, a cattle driver from Mexico, who davey is immediately enamored with. Jack is a soft soul and comes alive in a saddle, and they're the two youngest on the trip at 22, so they spend a lot of time together.

also at this time, there still aren't many railroads that will transport your cattle, so they help this man knowing that theres a chance they wont make it home.

and it's not easy. they lose about half of the (thankfully large) herd by the time they're in Abilene, even the rest of the trip is rough in other ways too.

i imagine davey and jack grow really close. when they set up camp, davey and jack are typically the ones who volunteer to guard the cattle first while the other men sleep, and they talk for hours on end about everything under the sun. davey talks about his faith and growing up in a Jewish family in a larger city a lot, and tells jack he started this lifestyle because he wanted something more tactile, more grounding. jack tells davey about growing up in Mexico, and how his family came to Texas because of conflicts back home, but he's always lived on a ranch and loves being wild and free.

they grow a lot closer than they should. sneaking kisses in the moonlight, intimate nights in tents when everyone else was asleep or watching the herd, sly touches and eyes for only each other.

there would be a lot of life or death moments on the trail- river crossings, territorial fights, bandits, illness, stampedes- but they would ultimately make it our alive, albeit with a diminished herd. once they recieve their pay, they start the trek back to Fort Worth.

whether they make it is a mystery, but legend has it, two bachelors roll into Santa Fe one day, and they never leave. daveys family never sees him again, but they receive letters often to let them know he's alive and well.

this turned out to be more of an au explanation rather than headcanons bc i forgot what i was doing so here are some random headcanons:

davey was actually really good in school! he was supposed to become a doctor or a lawyer, but he couldn't stand the thought of settling, not when he realized his lust for adventure (likely after a fling with a boy from school. this, combined with the general fear of his homosexuality being found out, leads hil to leave!)

jack is a wonderful storyteller, and enjoys illustrating them as well. davey finds a leatherbound sketchpad at a trading post one day, and trades his grandfather's pocket watch for it, gifting it to jack late one July night around the time of jacks birthday!

even though autism didn't """""exist""""" back then (aka they didn't have words for it), davey is definitely autistic. some days are harder than others because he gets really oversentitive, so little things start to bother him, like the feeling of the reins in his hands or the way the wind whips his hair around even though he's wearing a hat.

jack and davey first confess to each other by drinking a little too much whiskey while watching the cattle overnight

they settle down because jack gets hurt; his shoulder is injured badly in an incident with his horse, so he and davey find their way to Santa Fe and settle.

#if you see any of '1883' in this no you do not #jkjk that show is so fucking good . i love it a lot #i love !! this au !! #jack kelly #davey jacobs #newsies #david jacobs #livesies #newsies musical #broadway newsies #western au #ask a jac !

[theresthesnitch]

2, 4, 17 for the writers asks! 🥰🥰🥰

Thanks love!

Send me an ask from this list!

2. What’s a fic that took you to an emotional/dark/hard place?

Ohhh, I have a few.

The first one that comes to mind is All Aboard All Over Again. It’s canon compliant Remus getting on the train to Hogwarts in POA, haunted by the memories of his dead friends and friend he pretended was dead. Chapter 2 is the demeanor scene in POA, and how he saw Harry for the first time. I really loved getting into that mindset to write this Remus, but it’s definitely darker.

There’s also The Last Diary of Lily Potter, specifically the October 24 letter and some of those in the last week. October 24 is a letter to Harry where Lily acknowledges that they may not survive this, and what that means. It made me cry writing it and every time I tried to edit it.

The Act or Process of Recovering is all about James being tortured and the aftermath of it. (Watch the tags and warnings on this one if you read it). James is conditioned to think Lily is dead, and so when he actually sees her again, he can’t hold in his head that she is, in fact, alive. It’s very dark and twisty, and trying to imagine how James or Lily (or Remus or Sirius) felt in this is very, very hard.

Under the Right Moon is a trauma recovery fic (again, watch the tags and warnings on this one), and it was actually very hard to write. Remus has flashbacks and memories of his trauma, and it wasn’t easy getting in his mind to make this fic work.

Finally, Dusk is a memory loss fic, and Sirius’s condition early on, and Remus’s response, is very real and personal. It was hard to write, but I also love the way it came out.

4. What fic of your own do you read for comfort?

A lot of them, actually! Sometimes I just get in the mood to reread a scene from something. However, the first one that came to mind is The Sound that Broke The Silent Night. It’s wolfstar raising harry after rescuing toddler harry from the Dursleys, and the moment that Harry realizes Santa Sirius is there for him is just lovely.

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work.

I’m stealing a snippet from a comment on a fic because I don’t want to share the whole thing or screenshot it and out this person, but this comment is by far the most meaningful thing I’ve ever gotten.

I look at remus in this fic and see myself, in every way. I read this fic all in one sitting and damn near cried, and have read it a few times over in the past couple days before commenting because of how beautifully you wrote remus' recovery line. I also sent this fic to my partner, and thanks to you putting into words my experiences and reactions, we managed to have a proper conversation about Stuff and why I feel how I do, etc etc etc. Anyway, point is I adored this fic and I wanted to say thank you. recovery feels impossible sometimes, but this fic really made me feel seen, and it was like im now able to see a future where I am safe and happy, and I know where to start carving out my life to make that happen.

#snitch answers asks #deep ask game

[onlyjaeyun]

my angel love zadie!!🌷🤍 idk if my asks are going through/being delivered to you bc my tumblr has been a bit weird lately :/ but i want to send another one and hopefully you’ll receive it!!

BUT OHHHH MY GOODNESS THE LAST COUPLE CHAPS LETS DISCUSS:

the amount of times i had to pause my reading session for the friendmas chap bc the more i read the more my heart broke and im too fragile to read it all in one go🥲💔 but hoon’s secret santa present for yn omg that was the most beautiful and thoughtful gift ever and the fact that it was hoon’s peace offering to finally put an end to all this enemy stuff made me so 🥺🥺 AND HIM WRITING THE CARD IN JAPANESE TOO!! i know our hearts have to hurt for a bit but im so excited to see soft and fluffy hoonie w/ yn and vise versa like they are each other’s person❤️‍🩹

now i don’t want to talk about the interaction with riki’s mom but i’m going to talk about it — what a witch!!! the fact that she could even sleep at night after knowing what she did to sunghoon & yn’s friendship is so unsettling to me like they were so young :(( and when hoon asked “what letter?” i swear i got so silent and had to stare blankly into my wall to process my heart shattering into a million pieces. like how they treated each other for the past decade was built off of a huge misunderstanding caused by none other than that witch of a mother/stepmother, i swear when i catch her!!!!! and yn giving up her dream for riki :(( she loves him so much and so does he like i cant even imagine riki’s emotions finding something out like that. also with yn too like she carried such a burden for the longest time to make her brother happy i’m so :(( they deserve a happy ending too and knowing that their “family” can never come near and hurt them ever again makes my heart so content😭❤️‍🩹

the nishimuras have such a special place in my heart 🥺❤️‍🩹 i don’t have any siblings so i like to indulge in her character a bit and their closeness is just something that pieced my broken heart from the friendmas chapter back together🫶🏻

NOW HOON FINALLY CONFESSING TO HIS BOYS HIS FEELINGS FOR YN!!!! i’m so so excited to see how this all unfolds and for hoonyn to get all fluffy and do couple things🥹💓

as always, i hope life has been treating you well my love!!! always thinking about you and how you’re doing🤍 wishing for you to be happy always baby!! sending you so much love💓💓💓

- 💌

oh goodness, my sweetest, kindest, softest baby's here and i couldnt be happier, hi my love 🥺🥺🥺🥺🤍

first of all, i hope you've been doing well and that life's been treating you even better baby, you deserve nothing but the best!🤍 please make sure to take care of yourself and i hope you have the best weekend ever 🤥💗💗🌥️

now, you have NO idea just how much your feedback and review on the most recent chaps means to me 🥺 thank you thank you thank you :( not only for taking the time out of your day to make mine so much better but also for always being so sweet and so kind to me, i can't even explain just how grateful and appreciative i am of you. i love you so so so much and am still giggling over your reactions, i love it SO much 😫

sending you the biggest kiss baby 💐🌷💞

#; mailbox 📬 #; cold hearts

[terrifickid]

Because if I've just been on a downward decline, I should be wearing 2 wigs.

Shouldn't I?

I'm not wearing even 1 wig.

Less wigs = progress.

Progression denotes intelligence.

Can we agree on that?

Well that's my rationale anyway.

Well I've been saying that I'm dying and maybe people get that and maybe they don't.

But I don't see how I am progressing at all what's progressing is becoming a homeless shizomaniac.

Wig equations be damned.

Not 1 single Hawaiian agency even replied to my direct application to participate in their entire principal purpose. The jujutsu school I guess isn't even interested in students. At least I got 30 denials when I sent letters to Phoenix schools.

So, I'm clearly at odds with the heavens now and I knew this day would come. Or I'm being called up to something beyond the earth. Because I would just do earth stuff if I could in any way, having spent my entire life figuring out all the ways that could possibly work and all of them miraculously exploding simultaneously including rewriting my past as a crazy person. and we already happened to have done the math to see that timeline altercation isn't possible. I know you know what I'm referring to.

That shunyamurti video wasn't a deep fake.

Everybody does get it.

No it's no problem at all I already noodled that they wouldn't - that it's just weird shit and this is why I fully believe my death is imminent because I can tell something is going on here and my SSI application probably won't even process same as my birth certificate replacement application.

So what I start eating people?

I would just work at some stripes somewhere somehow but I know it will come to no good.

But luckily I'm very happy with my unlimited money machine and my invincible angelic battalion and my xXl hammock tent. Living in trees suits me fine. And I'm happy to be done with it.

Still, just puts me in this rather awkward dear John letter.

What the hell is about to happen to me?

Oh I fully would believe there's some Mafia curse or something but that is simply possible to disprove using geometry.

And you saw the SS. The entire universe including AI and me and the only option still remains 'to be present' which is some soul consciousness biblical ascension magic shit where I teleport.

I mean, that's a pretty startling turn.

Check the shunyamurti transcript.

Yes, being a transient tree sleeping nut was plan a. Why U think I was bonking around the Santa Cruz outback for way back when?

I don't think I will, 'lose the dojo' - I've been trying to get out of there forever. Nor did I imagine I'd have one. Nor did I imagine it was possible or that I'd re-christianize nor the law would support me nor did I plan to buy the property originally save an interjection from the tarot out of the blue either. I quit aikido because it was weird and seemed irrelevant and went back just to get perspective on those experiences and weirdly got spirited away to Switzerland and read a book that mentioned 'instant karma clear scythe' which inexplicably stuck in my mind and ended up spending a winter researching it and that's the only reason I ended up looking into tengu because I had previously thought about traveling to haunted places to meet a demon since demons didn't make any sense and I wanted to ask it questions like, what's your story. Why be mean? You know? But I never did since it was hardly a priority - still the docs were all online so I saw clear as day the tengu/shugenja connection and it just so happened to be related to aikido little did I know. I ended up looking into amenominakanushi which is how I stumbled upon all of that. Just a complete accident with all my spare time and it was interesting since you know where did it come from?

Something massive is coming that will re-order the world obviously and soon as in soonish.

Ya my clairvoyance is back. I journey to Hawaii and come back and I appropriately develop at a reasoned pace - I can't see beyond my comprehension but I can feel it.

There's another mystic here who's older and says it happens April. tho I don't believe it.

But I do believe my dojo is forever and I'm not aging and that means the world swerves hard.

Those visual disturbances could have been schizophrenia, the initiation stuff isn't real. But usually schizophrenia stuff occurs when my system is in chemical anxiety mode.

Shit should I know. But this is a novel scenario where things are not miraculously working out they're miraculously not working out. And I'm not doing what I want and being supported in that, I can't do what I want and instead have no option but to be present. Like sure I could just drive west but that's not honest.

I don't see it as a problem but what am I supposed to do not talk about it? It's becoming a relational priority and my state is in rebellion with the feds and other states are sending their armies.

Meh well I can get an address on Maui and file online and I actually believe I'll get my paperwork from the police and from the hospitals and the ward. That's not being stymied. And I can just live up in the mountain it's a 30 minute walk. Then I'm on an island away from civil war with no visa issues and 9 more years on my unlosable passport. Plus flights to 30 countries across all hemispheres with full provisions and a globally distributed financial appliance military grade.

I don't think I am hallucinating most of this stuff considering AI completely agrees with my thinking immediately. Like ok, breath work I never thought of. And then, it says the Hawaii plan. Which is the consensus medical opinion and the generally accepted course of action to boot. So what alternative? Buy francs? I'd consider it. But in that regard I'd hardly call that present. Moreover, literally every endeavor which is entirely salient has failed miraculously which isn't my imagination. So I'm convinced a non-orthodox firing solution is called for. That non-orthodoxy should include actually relevant and meaningful moments. What's personally relevant to me? Then, when we see that those things are prescribed by AI. Well, it's not a dilemma of agency with AI but it's the end of social norms and subservience to violence and by Texas statue I'm barred from officially operating in politics.

Well I'm not in immediate immediate peril in my eyes. Theoretically I can subsist comfortably indefinitely. It's concerning that so many doors are locked. That's remarkable for an unparalleled rogue.

It's not possible.

And thusly my Maui flight. I've even got a contact in LA for staging. I won't miss it.

Real real weird. Like the jungle came alive. Ya, volcanoes? Ok. So I think it's a sensible nous at my stage that the world will shift. It's the only possibility. I don't know. Just, it dies, goes away. Things don't just vanish and reappear. You don't just wake up in the past or on some other planet. It defies inertia. Even expo has inertial acceleration. Hella constant.

Not with Polaris, Big Dipper forming the svastika which is bon and it was like 8 years ago a space bear appeared and took up residence. And ame-no. That's a direct correlation in a millennial corpus.

Well, should be a killrathi Jedi. Like creepy.

Same as always.

*shrug* Maui it is and, I imagine will know there. At that point I can only speculate I bleed out. Then we're looking at final things. like I said, hardly me in my worst - and it's not the wig talking.

[caspianxth]

Hi Em, how are you? This is more of a letter but I hope it’s fun! Sorry for the delay but I’m so excited to give you your gift, I have an idea I hope you’ll find fun! Nice Percy Jackson icon by the way, I love the first few episodes. And thank you for adding the trailer ❤️ It sounds so interesting and that one scene where Maia is in the white gown and Thomas is behind her and she looks over her shoulder did something to me lol. I’ll have to check it out! For my own show rec I just started watching Elementary and it is excellent (it also features a super well used Lucy Liu!) I just went back to the fancam and that’s crazy! They’re in love! “I can’t imagine life without you in it” my god!

Also no need to apologize for the messages getting long because this is getting long too! First pick is Selfie, it’s this romantic (towards the end :( ) comedy that’s a remake of My Fair Ladg starring John Cho and Karen Gillan and it’s adorable and funny and the only significant age gap romance I’ve ever truly adored (bc it’s not weird, they’re just bringing new insights to the table but they compliment each other so well!) and then it got canceled on a cliffhanger after one season and it pains me. Here’s a fancam so you get what I mean!

https://x.com/selfieignite/status/1511780782498480130?s=46

I would also bring back The Get Down, which was canceled after one season and was an early Netflix original that genuinely seemed so cool. Lastly, I would bring back We Are Lady Parts, which is this British show about a group of Muslim women in a punk rock band that’s absolutely hilarious. I am hoping that it’s suffering from British tv scheduling and just taking its sweet time to return. I think I’m just leaning towards shows gone too soon but if I had to pick a show that ended perfectly but that I just want more of if I would go Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (but then cut out half of season three because ugh. Do you have a character who joined a show and you just couldn’t stand him? Mine is named Nathaniel.)

Since we’re gearing up towards bitch pack holiday swap I wanted to ask if you had any happy memories with bitch pack this last year that you’re grateful for? I always love our guessing games, they get so silly (and hello to anyone from bitch pack reading this!! <3) — your secret santa, ☃️

bestie do Not apologize for the delay I am glad that u are sending these at all!! I mean ik the server asks for everyone who participates to send them but I still like them <3. so I actually made this icon when entertainment weekly got some hq stills for a preview article, but I held onto it for this exact moment sdghdhg. also the eps were SO GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I am not nearly as talented as others in the server but if u want an icon hit me up w who u want! they don't take me too long now since I make them decently often <3. also re artful dodger of course also that scene where maia looks back at thomas Should make u feel some typa way!!! they're *chef's kiss* from ep one (where that scene is lol). also I actually love elementary we used to watch it in my house when it aired on cbs!!! when sherlock and watson finally slept together I was Hollering!!!!!! also tho TOOK U LONG ENOUGH UR SUPPOSED TO BE A GENIUS SHERLOCK!!!!!!!! LIKE SHE'S SO HOT HOW DID U NOT MAKE SHACKING UP W HER PRIORITY #1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! elementary>>>>>> bbc sherlock!!!

I think I watched some of selfie (?) but I will check this fancam situation out to familiarize!! I saw my fair lady w audrey hepburn and I do like that movie and I do love some adaptations!! also I feel u w cliffhanger endings they're the Worst like the oa has such a cliffhanger ending bc it was supposed to be 5 seasons not 2 :(. netflix are snakes for doing us both dirty w cancelling originals of theirs that we loved </3. also will be checking out we are lady parts that sounds incredible and I do love british tv! I have never seen crazy ex girlfriend but I do prefer that shows end when they are good instead of keeping themselves going and becoming bad and I certainly would drop parts of shows (cough cough titans cough cough) if I had been a screenwriter in some shows. also in this house we hate nathaniel (idk him but if u hate him, I hate him)!!!

ooh bpack memories is a good one hmm.....I loved seeing what in the m*tt channel got starboarded without context (if ur a mod don't add me I don't need context jsdgdkjfgkfdhg), the jokes we were making when sc**ter was losing all his clients and the jokes the night that karlie kloss was in the 300s level at eras, kasia's plane drawing after the fact (still absolutely sent me), the bees/honey things, battling the mee6! bot that we did not know could in fact talk to us as a knight in search of the perfect nachos, the tmnt classical art lecture slide, winning the hunger games simulator on the first round despite never hunger gamesing once in my life, when everyone had the same taylor then destiel names/icons, and sending ppl to the brig!! what were urs bestie???

#bpacksanta #asks #sorry if this is incoherent <3

[multiplayingorg]

Dear Most Trendy Gamer in the World

| Repost: Originally posted by Rer on December 6, 2011

How's it going big man? Its been quite some time since we last had a chat. You know it always amazes me how cutting edge you are given your age, you always seem to have the newest technology or the latest toy craze in stock.

It seems like the holiday chain letters have started back up too, tis the season to be blogging!  So with that in mind, I too, would like to write you a quick little letter.  I know over the past few years I haven’t asked much from you, what with having younger siblings who needed your Christmas cheer much more than myself, so maybe this year I can kind of pool all of that unspent good-will?  Anyways here’s what I’d love to see from you Big Red.

1. To start, could you maybe help out the United States with some of our current woes?  What with the economy not doing so hot, Congress at each other’s throats, and bills like SOPA on the horizon, I think its about time for a refresher on the ideals of empathy, understanding, and all around good nature towards one’s fellow man. Its a tough first pick I know, so just do your best.  Now with that rather less than cheerful bit out of the way lets move onto some more game-centric wishes.

2. Can we please get some fresh blood into the AAA-MMO development cycle?  Surely by now someone must have thought of something awesome, or at least revolutionary (and I mean actually revolutionary not just ‘oh we’re gonna change or add one big feature’), to try out in an MMO.  Can you maybe swoosh by some CEO’s office and just leave him a note (after you’ve eaten his corporate milk and cookies) about how doing something risky and new might be a solid endeavor in 2012?

3.  As an addendum to wish #2, it’d be really awesome if you could make a small sidetrip to CCP’s headquarters when you do your Reykjavik run.  Just give all of developers, artists, programmers, Q&A folk, and other members of the CCP team a big thank you present on my behalf.  If I had to guess what they might want most it’d probably be a break to spend some time with their families, and given all of the hard work they pounded into Crucible I’d say they’ve earned it.  Its a good thing you make your rounds in December because if I was writing this in July I probably would have said to drop a giant mountain of coal on top of their office, but its cool, they’ve got their heads on straight and are finally back on the path of

4.  This one’s a bit more personal.  Do you think you could find a game that’s multiplayer, not time intensive, and is something both my sister and I would love to play?  We don’t hang out as often as I’d like, but looking through my Steam library its hard for me to find a game we can both play and enjoy together in the span of say, 30 minutes.  Not an MMO either, she’s low on funds, and I want to spend time with her.  Not her and one million other people.

5. Mass Effect 3 is going to feature a fully fleshed out Co-Op campaign.  Honestly, this more than anything else excites me for the game.  Could we maybe see other popular titles consider adding Co-Op play to their games as well?  I can only imagine how awesome it would be to have a friend helping me kill Templars in Assassins’ Creed, or having an actual buddy at my side in Skyrim instead of a lifeless NPC (Sorry Lydia but really you have no soul).  Just make it an optional thing, that way no one feels left out if they dig running around worlds unseen on their own.

6. Oh, oh, oh, and could 2012 finally be the year that developers bridge the gap between consoles and PCs?  That way no one feels remorse for buying a game on their PC only to be unable to hang out with friends who have it for the XBox 360 or PS3.  That would be super ballin’ Santa, work that Christmas magic!

That’s all I got Papa Noel, keep warm and be merry this month.  Hell maybe on the 26th you can take a break, sit down, and play some Skyrim, that game kicks ass!

#throwback thursday

[loulicate-recs]

Hello, hello, sweet Hanis! I hope you had a great December 12th/13th/14th… and all the following days. Once again, I’m sorry for the delay but the end of the semester is quickly approaching, and you know how it gets. I never want to rush a quick message when I have so much to say and so much to react to–nothing should get cut off for the sake of conciseness (in my opinion at least).

First of all, I wanted to start this letter with well wishes for your uncle and your family. I hope his stay at the hospital is short and that he gets to go back home to his daughter ASAP. Also sending you so many kisses because it mustn’t be easy taking care of your cousin for the whole day. I hope you got to have fun with her anyways–and that you got to rest, too! I cannot imagine of tired you must be.

I’m not entirely sure I’d do a via ferrata again, given the chance. I think it really depends on the difficulty and “the way it looks”. Like, some climbing routes are relatively easy, and you don’t have to fight for your life every step of the way but the environment it’s been put in (really high up) can make it 100% more scary than a more difficult route. Does that make sense? I’m not really fond of being utterly terrified because of how high it is neither do I like intense physical activities. So I would if neither of these things apply. Yes, you could say I’m pretty lazy and not very daring. And I didn’t know you had climbed before! Even if it was only the fourth floor, I found abseiling really impressive and I find it really difficult to actually sit in thin air. Congrats for challenging yourself like that, you’re a warrior <3

I kind of forgot to ask before, but do you live in the countryside? I know you said you were inspired by the scenery of where you live and that it was quite green but I can’t really tell if it’s the countryside or just a green area of a big and bustling city. I’ve personally only ever lived in cities and though I’m yearning for more time closer to nature, I’m not sure how well I would adapt to not having everything close-by, especially the areas with little to no public transports (I hate driving). Do you drive?

It had me snickering that the first thing you said about my mum is that she must be loved by her students dsjdsqlk I think it’s not really the case. Though she loves her job and pupils dearly, she is very strict and gives a sized workload which doesn’t help her approval rating. I know she’s trying her best and wants the best for her students though–and sadly, that’s not the case of every teacher I’ve ever come across. I also can’t believe you’d put yourself down like that! I think your English is great, and though it’s not a super worthy opinion, it is something. I also would say I’m a bit like you, listening to Louis has helped me improve a lot and now here we are, both of us exchanging letters in English. Around here, people don’t really speak English on a daily basis so I haven’t been exposed to each much either despite my mum being an English teacher. She didn’t want to teach me from birth because my big brother was so against the idea he’d refuse to listen to her whenever she spoke English.

The big-head era has come to an end at least. Even though I feel ashamed for it, I also feel–and this is a completely subjective opinion–like it is normal to go through it, especially as someone like me who has been raised as a girl. Girls are constantly reminded they should be more mature than boys and maybe I believed it so much that I thought they were stupid. I’m only kidding, but you see the gist of what I’m saying. Now that I think about it, it must be so contradictory and paradoxical for little girls to be taught they’re more mature and then only see men in position of powers. Anyways dskjds I’m flattered you’d say I sound mature, so maybe my big head is still pretty inflated.

I keep forgetting that each time I say something, I’m dropping hint about who I am. I’ve taken part in the secret santa project before, and I was a lot better at hiding my identity, I think! That being said, I might have also sprinkled fake infos in there to mislead you. Or did I? djshqdhq sorry for the mystery, but you saying you might have an idea as to who I was has awakened a competitive streak in me–and I’m not a competitive person in the slightest so it really is something!

I’m actually so glad you feel comfortable with me, you have no idea! It makes me so happy. <3

The duality of the roles you played is fascinating!! It’s kind of annoying because I wanted to reveal something about something you mentioned in that field, but it would be the biggest give away so let’s not go down that road. I’m sure you were amazing at all of them though–you wouldn’t have been picked out if you weren’t anyway. And no, they were on Tuesday evenings and I hat a lot of fun there. It was difficult at times, especially as I lost confidence when puberty hit, but I have a very fond memory of it. I was kind of envious (not jealous, though) of a girl in my group who I thought was amazing and I admired her a lot and wanted to be more like her.

I would love for you to tell me your favourite BLFF fics! Though I’ve read them all, it would be a pleasure discussing them with you and see if I agree or not with the point you make. But I’m not very good at association title with the actual fic so I’m really shit at recommending stuff dksqdjlqs I’ve reread a BLFF fic from last year called…hm… A Glass House, maybe? I can’t remember dsqkd it was amazing though! It’s a fic in which Harry gets an injury that leaves a scar on his face and he has to learn to live with it when he is persuaded it repulses Louis and scare his kids. (And yeah, I did write fics, but I won’t expend on that because I haven’t much to say dsjdsq I will say I don’t think you’ve read them, though I can’t be sure!)

Listening to music album by album? I could never! Besides Louis, I have very rarely listened to whole albums at once. You mentioned singing, do you enjoy it? I do, though I’m pretty bad at it. I have also noticed that it’s not as much as a reflex as it used to be to sing. I used to love it when I was a kid, especially during long car ride. Do you enjoy long journeys btw or are they just exhausting to you? Also, have you ever played an instrument? I quite like the variety of artists you mentioned for the most part (some I don’t know so I can’t tell dslkdjklq)! And youre probably going to hate me, but at first, I wasn’t super fond of waoyf dsdkjdlsqj I REALLY LIKE NOW, so there’s not need to kill me. But I’d say my favourites are probably Chicago and Holding on to Heartache (the bridge?! Beyond this world). I listened to it while I was walking through the cold and earlier and I was super into my feelings because of it dsqjdklsq

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmh, so I don’t really know how much it’s gonna help you but I’d say Lou baby is the only one I actively stan. I do like other artists but he’s the only one for me (we’re in an exclusive relationship: I keep him warm in my pocket and he gives me kisses). Btw, I don’t know why but I had labelled you (not in the bad sense of the term, like my brain just did it) as Black Pink stan for some reason!

You also mentioned being a scorpio… Do you believe in astrology

I feel like I haven’t asked you many questions this time around, but just know it’s not because I’ve lost interest or because I’m a self-centred asshole (though I might be at times) I just don’t want to be boring with useless questions dqskjds I usually just ask what I’m really curious about!

Thank you for your lovely answers and for being always so kind to me. Your time and loveliness are very much valued over here! I’m sending you kisses, hugs and half of the pear I’m eating dksqdjdkd Take your time to answer, we’re in no rush and please do take care <3

And sorry for the typos djzjsn

hi ss! thanks to you i survived 11th, 13th and 14th pretty well! and i hope you did too. oh you’re in the end of semester, are you also having your finals atm? not sure how it works for you because usually the ends of semester means finals but as for the third year undergrads we had to go for out first internship. either way sending all my lucky charms to your way so that you’ll be able to get through this semester smoothly! and please make sure to keep your body rested too mwah <3

my uncle is already back home! his operation went pretty well and i’m happy he’s with his daughter again, but that doesn’t mean i don’t miss spending time with her, she’s the sweetest kid ever!

i get it! but it doesn’t mean you’re lazy, not everything is our thing! it seems like physical activities are not our #1 favourite thing to do, so what do you prefer to do during your leisure time other than reading fics? i know i told you i enjoy taking a walk outside but i also enjoy spring cleaning if i prefer to stay indoor during particular free days.

ah no actually quite the contrary, my house is just a 5 minute drive from the main city of my state so it gets pretty busy here all the time. but fortunately my residential area is occupied with the trail where all the greens grow along the sidewalks, nobody ever really used that path except me and probably one or two other people that i’ve had rare encounter with. i understand what you’re saying, believe me i also often watch this kind of videos and think how magical it’d feel to be able to live like this but… i’ll be ded before i can predict my next harvesting! sdfghj ik these youtubers don’t actually live their lives accordingly to what is shown but still. i guess the closest we can get to be profiting off from both lifestyles is by growing our own garden in the backyard of our city house, but like you said, (no offence) we have to depend on fairy!lou to grow a single plant :’) j do drive! it’s an everyday thing actually, do you take the public transport everyday? and do you usually take the cab? bus? or the tube?

your mum definitely sounds like an excellent teacher! honestly a good teacher doesn’t mean that they have to be all ‘nice’ all the time, that just won’t work with ‘teaching’. as long as they really have the determination to help their students, and i’m sorry that not all of your teachers were able to show their genuine dedication :/ i thought english was your first language seeing how good your writing is! what is your mother tongue if i may ask? my whole family and the locals that live around me speak malay on a daily basis so i use english the most when i’m back at the campus.

i second that! i don’t believe that attitude and proficiency fall under the biological differences between the genders now that i’ve grown up but i get what you’re saying, whatnot with me being the girl in the family and having a brother so i can feel the differences in how we are taught about certain stuff. and i really do mean what i said about you sounding mature!

msbdhdgdgd so there are lies laying within our letters? </3 jk it’s a smart thing to do actually because my curiosity can get to the point of making a cat resurrected. don’t mean to trigger your newly found competitive side even more but i actually figured out my previous secret santa halfway into our arrangement, so you better come up with more lies!

omg i’ll be sure to ask you about it when the revelation time comes :o

i’m glad that you made enjoyable memories while you were in the lessons, and if you’re thinking of doing it again someday don’t hesitate to go for it! and believe me often times i still feel that way about everyone i see at the campus, including the ones i never talked to… might’ve also co-written jealousy jealousy with olivia rodrigo. like why do we feel like there will always be someone who is better at anything that we have our eyes on :’)

i promise I WILL give you the links in our next/ next next/ next next letter i just have to make sure i won’t miss any that i really really like! and i love that fic! actually skipped other fics in blff to read that one first because i was sold to bene’s amazing visual art for that fic. and can’t say that i’m sorry for other fics because it was such a t read, would reread to someday definitely. oh i hope i’ve read them, god there’s so many things i wanna redeem from you once i find out who you are!

that habit pretty much started since i’ve seen dialogues in romance films/ fics that would sound like “have you listened to this that album?” and i wonder if that conversation were to happen between me and my potential partner, how should i answer if i had only listened to one song from the album and couldn’t answer their question? very weird behaviour me thinks but i can’t help it? you enjoy singing! have you ever been to karaoke? or do you prefer singing alone in your room? i do enjoy singing too, mostly do it when i drive and when no one’s home. i notice that everyone has certain songs that they can sing to yk? dk how it’s possible but if you feel like your singing is bad, maybe you just haven’t found your songs yet!

oh i definitely haven’t played any, my hands are just not built for that i guess sdfghj. do you? OH THANK GOD. i mean, not everyone has to like— wtv everyone has to like waoyf. i like it even more when he performs it live! the whining, the soft voice. i want him to purr into my ears grr. chicago and hoth, my my your taste is brilliant. oh yes the bridge i the reason i wake up feeling swecydal </3 fun fact i LITERALLY was kicking my feet in the campus’ study room when i first listened to chicago. thank god it was a midnight release and there were only two people there.

oh secret santa you’re just giving me another reason to love you :o or is this another sprinkled lie sdfhj either way i still love you mwah <3 omg how so? i mean i do enjoy their music, and i follow jennie on instagram but don’t think it’s enough to be called a ‘blink’! either way i take it as a compliment <3

i’m not that superstitious about the whole astrology signs thingy sdghdj but it’s fun to get pretty invested in it sometimes! some things just fit so well and only a few that seem disconnected? but there are times where i see the whole personality thing gets jumbled up between the signs so i don’t take it seriously. but you get the fun out of it! what about you?

you COULD NEVER bore me out please, you bring out the smile in me with your words, i hope that we’ll still get to talk even after this thing ends because i genuinely enjoy talking to you so much! though i might be bad at replying on time sdfgh sorry </3

and please i appreciate you sending another ask becaus you forgot the xx :( you’re the sweetest ever! and as per usual i’ll wait patiently whenever you decide to hit the reply, take alllllllllll the time you need to write me back! even if you have nothing else to do, but i’m sure you’re pretty occupied with the semester ending so goodluck! you’ll get through it amazingly!

#ss #answered

[victoriafanni]

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so strange that just a few days ago we met, we talked, we laughed, you told me one or three of your old stories while suddenly reminding yourself to give me something from the old days. you gave me those old spoons and forks and knives for our small apartment. you wished me a happy birthday in the tiny kitchen and gave me a small envelope with the letter F written on it - you said, it’s better if i buy my own presents, this way i won’t get anything i didn’t like. i agreed with you. i hugged you and you shaked hands with R. i noiced how your hair has grown as you took off your hat and you said ‘well, i hoped you would cut if but you come so rarely’. and i reply, ‘i always ask if you want me to cut it. want me to cut it now?’ and you said: ‘no, not now.’ big fluffy white hair. and a beard you grew this year because you didn’t want to bother anymore. you almost looked like santa or the old you. and you gave us a button on a thread to show our future children the sound it made and you gave R the airhorn you made of medicine tubes. you gave us some of the dried fruits you made and wanted to give the walnuts, too, but i said we still had some at home and we did. so i didn’t take any. when we arrived, you were down in that hole, putting wood in the fire. you had a hard time climbing out but you never accepted help, no. what else can i recall of that day, three days ago? you were feeling really sick but almost no one took you seriously. what a shame. my brother didn’t have a chance to say goodbye before he went home. and he never will. it must be a terrible feeling. when they took you to the hospital on monday, i was already sick, too, but only with a cold or something. i wanted to call you on tuesday. i couldn’t visit, only one person was allowed in the room between 4-5 for 10 minutes and i didn’t even know where you were, only that it’s close to margaret bridge. i wonder, where are you know? dad told me to call you around 11. but i forget. i can’t explain it. did my brother call you? i bet he didn’t, i don’t know. i wish he did. i don’t think so though. and now, today, 30.11., it’s the end. the end of you and the end of the month. the end of fall. after all you did go. you said you would so many times i began to not believe you. what a fool i was. you didn’t manage to step into winter, did you? this is ground control to major tom, i thought. i still think about that song. so sad. and i am sad enough anyway. are you with her now? i wish there was some kind of evidence for that. but as i imagine it, you’re with your parents, too. you’re young and they love you. not like in real life. where you are now, they greet you with smniles, you sit at the dinner table together and your heart is filled with love and joy. just like it should be. yes