#hope you are having an absolutely wonderful Christmas and I wish you a happy new year!

[sun-e-chips]

Merry Christmas @journalerthecricket i was your secret Santa!!!

Wench_Fry’s 2023 DCA Secret Santa 2023

When I read your prompt I had a thought of “how would moon be able to enjoy/interact with his first snow when he only exists in the dark?” And I was so excited to illustrate it!!!

[italeean]

The time of forgiveness... or not

A/N: Hellooo 💕 It feels like forever since I've last posted content on this blog, and I apologize for that... let's say that med school has been draining 😓 Anyway, I'll try to be more active starting from this year, although I'll make no promises because my first exam session is approaching, and I'll start with my gift for @tickles-and-cuddles for the @squealing-santa event! I wish you the happiest Christmas, my dear Star 💚🤍❤️ I can't not mention @hypahticklish and thank her for hosting this wonderful event! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! ✨️

WARNING: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste, I don't suggest you read it

They said Christmas was the time of generosity, warmth, family, forgiveness... Well... Sasaki agreed with that, except for the forgiveness part. He was out for revenge, and he planned on showing no mercy.

Miyano, who had been spending the last couple of days at the redhead's place, thought it was a nice prank to splash him with water when he tried to kiss him in the morning, so he needed to return the favor... but how?

Hiding one of his manga volumes? Nah, too predictable, and Miyano would probably find it too soon. Pretending to be mad at him? Absolutely not, Miyano would get anxious and that wasn't Sasaki's plan. Splashing him back? Too easy... not the right idea

The older guy kept thinking and thinking, until the perfect idea came to his mind. He smirked, happy with his plan, and went to set everything up.

That evening, when Miyano came home, he called for his boyfriend but no one responded. He looked for him everywhere, and when he entered the living room, his eyes widened.

"Sasaki what the-?!"

His partner was on the couch with a cozy blanket and two mugs of hot chocolate on the table. "Welcome home, Miyano! Come here, I wanna cuddle with you~"

Miyano's face became so red that it was glowing, but he eventually obliged. The two students huddled on the couch, the taller one holding the other, and the dark-haired boy had to admit that it was pretty comfy thanks to the blanket and the sweet aroma of chocolate coming from the mugs.

At least until Sasaki started talking...

"So... I hope you enjoyed splashing me this morning..." Oh no, Miyano had completely forgotten about that! "Because I can't say I did~" The kouhai was on high alert now. He was sure that his boyfriend wasn't angry, but his tone was even more concerning. He was up to something, and Miyano understood what he was up to when he felt his fingers tightening around his sides.

Oh shoot... he had to act quickly! Without thinking twice about it, he turned around and dug his fingers into Sasaki's underarms, eliciting a gasp and some giggles. However, his advantage didn't last long. His lover grabbed his wrists, lifted him up and turned him around, making his back lean on his chest and keeping his hands pinned against his own chest.

"Tsk tsk... first you splash me and then you dare to tickle me? The audacity... someone must teach you manners~" "Wait Sasaki I didn't mean i- gaaahahahaha noooo!!" Before Miyano could even try to justify himself, five fingers dug into his poor tummy, squishing it and poking it without mercy.

The younger student squealed, laughed and kicked in the air, but his hands couldn't get free from his partner's grasp. "That's what you get! How do you like this? Does it tickle?" The redhead was surely enjoying himself, a little too much according to the kouhai, but it's not like he was gonna stop any time soon... not at all, actually. He chuckled at how his boyfriend shrieked when he wormed his hand under his shirt to tickle him even better (or worse... depends on the point of view)

"PFF- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU..! YOHOU'RE A MONSTEHEHEHER!!" The younger one scream-laughed when he felt the redhead's nails softly scraping on his skin. They felt excruciatingly soft, which made it all more tickly for him.

Sasaki, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. His lover was in his arms, laughing gleefully and secretly enjoying himself. Well... not so secretly, since he knew about it... let's say he thought he was being secretive, without thinking that Sasaki could read him like a book.

"A monster? Now I'm hurt!" The taller guy fake-gasped at Miyano's words, "Now I'll show you what a true monster would do~" In that instant, a sneaky finger dug into the kouhai's belly button and wiggled around, causing a loud stream of giggles, snorts, squeals and pleas to come from the smaller guy.

"PLEASE PLEASE STAHAHAHA-" Suddenly, his laughter went silent, and the taller guy took it as his cue to stop. The dark-haired boy panted and took greedy breaths, welcoming as much oxygen as he could in his lungs. "That was mean..." He whined, making the senpai chuckle.

"You're lucky I didn't go for your feet~" The redhead replied. That sentence alone caused a shiver to run down the shorter guy's spine. "You're lucky I'm feeling kind thanks to the Christmas spirit... I won't go for your feet this time. Take it as one of my Christmas gifts."

The two guys layed there for a second, enjoying each other's presence. "So... the chocolate should be still warm. How about you take a sip while I put on a cozy movie?" Sasaki asked, watching his lover's face light up at the proposition. He didn't need a verbal ansewer, his gleeful smile was more than enough for him.

The rest of the evening went on peacefully, with fluffy Christmas movies, hot chocolate, lots of laughter and warmth. After all, Christmas is the time of warmth and family.

[dramioneasks]

New Year’s Day Fics (2024):

Glitter On The Dance Floor by wantsgmarie, WritexAboutxMe - E, one-shot - Following the events of You're My Home , Hermione gets her wish, and Draco escorts her to his Mother's annual New Year's Eve Gala. -or- They torment Lucius, drink champagne, dance and then fuck. Happy New Year's my loves. This story can be entirely read and enjoyed on its own, but the beginning does reference the events of part 1.

A Bottle of Blotson's by thepotterfamily - E, WIP - A little Christmas tale in which Hermione and Draco are workaholics spending the holidays in the Ministry halls together, but separate. In which Draco steals Hermione’s ink and makes up for it with the best gift she’s ever received. In a world where Draco is Hermione’s golden boy and Hermione is Draco’s saving grace, please enjoy my ten-part Christmas tale that is really more of a New Years Eve story. Eventually NSFW.

The Library Liaison by UltramarineOrchid - E, WIP - When Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy realise they’ll need to ring in the New Year by fake-dating, they think that’s just what comes with the job. Little do they know that they’re going to get far more than they bargained for.

New Years Past by magicalsydney (magicandmanuscripts) - G, one-shot - Five years of monumental New Years’ Eves for Hermione and Draco.

A New Year, Together by oceanxpoppy - E, one-shot - She was not fine. She could admit that. She hadn’t been fine in months, if she was honest with herself. It’s something she rarely was anymore, but the exhaustion of the evening had stripped her bare, and all that was left was the feeling she most abhorred; longing. A longing for a man who wanted absolutely nothing to do with her.

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? by Granger_Danger1234321 - not rated, one-shot - Draco and Hermione are the only single ones left out of their friend group. Draco proposes a fake dating arrangement to get them through the holiday season. Just a silly, fluffy holiday fic with a fake dating trope.

Raise a Toast by MarinaJune - M, one-shot - It's the cusp of a new year, and Draco Malfoy is finally ready to take the next step forward away from his grief and his pining. Ahead of him stands Minister Granger-Weasley. Recently-divorced. The centre of attention in a crowd high on hope and celebration.

ringing in the new year by moscovit - M, one-shot - Hermione hates parties, especially intimate ones. When she gets an invitation to Blaise Zabini's New Year's party, she's got no excuse not to go. But Blaise's girlfriend, Ginny, is kind of an ex friend now after a very public breakup with Ron, and they haven't spoke in weeks. This is the story of semi anti social Hermione suffering through a party with a group of friends she doesn't feel like she belongs with.

Midnight wish by Katibugg3 - not rated, one-shot - Hermione is attending the Malfoy's New Years Eve gala alone. Thank God for the expensive wine Draco always has for her.

New Year's Resolutions by arborlibrary - M, one-shot - Hermione had not seen him since the day she’d originally been dragged into his manor and tortured by Bellatrix, while he’d just watched. She’d always wondered if he’d ever make an appearance, after six years of absolutely detesting her at Hogwarts. But he never had, and none of the others had ever mentioned him, either. And he was alone. “Granger,” he finally whispered, remaining on his side of the locked gate. She cautiously approached, though still stayed out of reach. “What do you want?” she rasped, trying to remember how long it had even been since she’d last spoken. Now she was close enough to watch his throat bob as he gulped. “It’s New Year’s Eve.”

Can I Be Yours? by Wanderingfair - E, 2 chapters - “Stop stalling.” She laughed. “Right.” he confirmed, “I’m off to have a dastardly time bashing around Londo- oh, wait, no, I’m off to go meet the gold-digger Mum set me up with,” he snapped. “I get those two confused all the time.” “Go,” she urged, tucking her mouth into the sleeve of her jumper to hide her smile. “I’ll be up reading when you get home.” “You’ll be asleep on the library sofa and we both know it.” He winked, before closing the door. OR Hermione is forced to watch her best friend Draco Malfoy go on dates and finally confront the fact that she doesn't just love him, she is in love with him.

Draco Malfoy's Five Step Plan to Being Forgettable by OneEqualTemper - E, one-shot - Five times Draco said, “New year, new me!” and one time Hermione said, “But I like the old you.”

things that have never been by ohthedrarry - E, one-shot - 31 December 2009 – Draco finds himself sitting alone at a bar, much like he had in December 1999, bringing in the New Year with a glass of whiskey and a sense that this next decade won’t be any better than the last. Until Hermione Granger wanders in with mascara smudged under her eyes, demanding a dry martini.

make a wish by thatblondebitvh - M, one-shot - Theodore Nott's New Year's experiment goes wrong. Chaos ensues.

That One Night That Draco And Theo Sent A Message by allyseisfalling - E, one-shot - It's New Years Eve night and Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott decide to go hunting.

Zero O'Clock by forestknifefight - G, one-shot - “You,” Malfoy begins, drawing Hermione’s attention again. He still isn’t looking at her, favoring the book now held in both hands. His mouth drops open like he’s afraid to speak. “I…?” She prompts him to continue. She lets her arm relax against the table, her quill nearly falling from her hand. His mouth shuts momentarily. He inhales through his nose but still does not look up at her. “You aren’t celebrating.”

Happy New Year Draco Malfoy by MissusB - E, one-shot - After going through the emotional constipation of gifting Hermione his love all December, he finally gets to tell her in person. Even better, he gets to show her as they agree to spend New Year's evening together and maybe start a new tradition together.

[di-42]

Fiction recommendation!

March Marvelous Fictions

The wonderful stories I've read in March, hope you like them as much as I did! Tagging the writers whose Tumblr username I know so they know they are loved and appreciated.

WIPs:

My Heart Was Always Yours by @addledmongoose

It's a slightly alternative universe where Aziraphale and Crowley have somehow never met each other until the present day and each thinks the other is a human.

Each of them has been tasked by their respective head offices to retrieve Raphael's trumpet and each of them wants to find and destroy it. The trumpet will be sold on earth at an illegal auction and in order to gain entry to the auction they have to pretend to be married.

This fiction has it all: characters' personalities are spot on, humour, wit, dynamic, romance, everything!

At the beginning you might feel slightly put off by the first person narrative but give it a couple of chapters and it will flow.

You won't regret it!

Rated M.

The Escort by VinyamaDN @vinyama-23

Human AU where Crowley is an escort and meet Azirapahle via his job. This fiction has a deep level of introspection, it can go from very angst-y to very funny in a matter of two lines and it's a wonderful journey!

Rated E

Complete works:

Infernal Escapes by Journeytogallifrey

Human AU where Crowley works at an escape room company. Aziraphale has always wanted to try escape rooms and finally does. You will have to read it to know the rest but this was such a lovely story, very low angst and a happy ending. I believed I did squeal in excitement at the nod to the whovians in the Roman room chapter.

Rated: Teen and up.

The Lies I Would Tell For You by vampiremama

A season 3 fiction with a beautiful, heartbreaking prologue but do keep reading, there's a happy endong! Azirapahle and Crowley find each other again and work together to stop the second coming. Lovely and imaginative.

Rated: E

Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea by @adverbian

Lovely, lovely, lovely short fiction where Aziraphale and Crowley are finally free from heaven and hell but are still... well, Aziraphale and Crowley! So, it's not like they've talked about their feeling for each other. Until someone else expresses interest in Aziraphale and Crowley loses it! Funny and heartwarming!

Rated: E

The Christmas Wedding Scammer by @aracloptia

Human AU where Crowley is an unemployed florist whose name is very similar to the incredibly famous and successful retired wedding planner Antonio Cowley. Anathema and Newton are planning their marriage and Aziraphale is the maid of honour. Oh, and gabriel is the priest celebrating the wedding. I loved the humour in this fiction and the way it captures the characters' personalities. Absolutely delightful.

Rated: Teen and up

Fire, bridges and other sensible idioms by KiaraMGrey

This wonderful, funny, witty fiction had me hooked up from the first sentence! Aziraphale has a new neighbour and things don't run smoothly. Hilarious enemies-to-lovers human AU with some of the best hot scenes I've ever read. Seriously, go and read it!

Rated: E

My wee fiction, Second Chances And Second Choices

Not half as good as any of the others I'm recommending (Or the ones I've left out) but it's my baby, so... Kind of season 3 fiction, post (failed) second coming. Aziraphale is hoping this is the beginning of his life with Crowley but Crowley seems to be of a different opinion. Until old enemies turn up at Aziraphale's door. Low angst, happy ending. I wish it had better humour, I wish some bits didn't feel as much of a stretch as they do but fair enough.

Rated: Teen and up.

Collection:

Bad Communication by Nebz_AlphaCentauri @alphacentaurinebula

This collection has three season 3 works: Bad Advice (Up There With A Suggestion Box); Bad Management (Up There With Not Allowing Questions); Bad Communication (Almost Ineffably Bad But Not Quite).

The stories are set a week after Aziraphale goes to heaven. One is from Crowley's POV, one from Aziraphale's POV and in the third one they finally talk. Funny and Heartwarming.

Rated: Teen and up.

One shots:

They Almost Made A Miracle (1941) by Koala2all

Lovey take on what happened at the bookshop after the magic trip.

Rated: E

Back At The Bookshop by @scottishmushroom

Lovely take of what could happen if Aziraphale went back to see Crowley.

Not rated.

I hope you enjoy these amazing stories and if you do don't forget to let the writers know!

[gudfornuthin]

Hey✨

Can u write maybe a fanfic with Bernard the elf who fall in love with f!reader (Scott’s daughter)

Maybe mix fluff and smut together ♥️

Thanks 👉🏼👈🏼

Love Knows No Bounds

Bernard the Elf x reader

After a particularly bad breakup, you question whether love is destined for you. Perhaps a certain head elf will change your mind.

A/N: thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took so long, writers block has been a pain in the ass recently. This is mainly fluff as I’m not great with writing smut but I’ve tried to add a lil spice. Hope you enjoy❤️

Being the daughter of Santa Claus had it’s ups and downs. Having the chance to travel to the North Pole every Christmas to see where the magic happens is great. But since your dad took on the role as jolly old Saint Nick, you’ve seen him significantly less than you used to. He’d always been a busy man, but unsurprisingly having to provide toys for children around the world annually made it increasingly harder to find the time to spend with him.

However this year would be different. As you’d be spending the entire Christmas period at the North Pole, seeing your dad and the elves in action. It was all very exciting. Helping out in any way possible, waking up on Christmas morning, knowing that it would’ve snowed the night before. But there was one thing you were most excited for. Getting to see your favourite elf, Bernard.

The first time you met, he was anything but warm and welcoming. With the clear tension between him and your dad, the new appointed Santa Claus, there was no doubt going to be bad blood with you too. But overtime, you broke that wall he’d built around himself, and was soon introduced to the kind, loving Bernard. And it was perfect. You were happy to call him your friend.

After a long and tiresome ride up to your dad’s place of work, all you wanted to do was relax before the busy days ahead. You also needed time to get your mind off of the only thing you couldn’t stop dwelling on. Your ex. Almost 4 years into the relationship and he decides to shut it down this close to Christmas. Over text too. It made you question whether the whole notion of relationships and falling in love was worth it. Whether you were destined to be alone forever.

You make your way through to the workshop, hoping to find who you were looking for. Thankfully, he’s there, looking grumpy and stressed like he always does. Bernard glances over and does a double take, his expression changing once he sees you.

“Y/N!” He exclaims, getting strange looks from the other elves. He clears his throat in embarrassment and wonders quickly over to you, wishing he hadn’t shown how overjoyed he was. You smile, glad to know you’re the one who can positively change his mood.

“I’ve been so busy I forgot you were staying here for a while.” That was an absolute lie and Bernard knew that, but he didn’t want to show how long he’d been waiting for your arrival.

He didn’t realise when the feelings for you started. You’d only hung around each other a few times, and most of those were with your dad in the room. But there was something about you. He couldn’t get you out of his mind.

“How’ve you been?” He asks

You huff out a breath and smile tightly, not wanting to get into what you were going through at this moment. “I’m good, great really.”

The head elf immediately knows you’re not telling the truth. The short reply, and unconvincing smile, it wasn’t like you. He chooses not to push further, hoping to get a moment alone with you later. He nods and leads you over to the naughty and nice lists, excited to show you the work they’ve been doing.

//

After a long and strenuous day of sorting out presents and baking cookies, you were grateful to be falling into the king sized bed for a much needed nap. However, that moment was quickly broken due to a knock at your door. You groan and sit up.

“Yeah it’s open!”

Bernard slowly peeks his head through, a crooked smile dons his face.

“Hope I’m not intruding, but I bought something you may like.”

He enters fully and you see him holding a tray. You smell the sweet aroma and realise it’s Trudy’s famous hot cocoa. You nod, a sign for Bernard to make his way over to you with the drinks, sitting down on the bed and handing you a mug. You breath deep and take a sip, the rich chocolate hitting you.

“Thank you.”

Bernard takes a sip himself. “No problem. Thought you might need it.”

You sit in silence for a moment, relinquishing the feeling of being at the North Pole, and what you left behind at home. The head elf looks over at you, your eyes closed and your breathing slow. He desperately wants to ask what’s bothering you, but waits. He doesn’t want to push. At last, you break.

“Have you ever been in love?” Your question hits Bernard like a truck, almost choking on the hot beverage. That wasn’t the question he expected. He coughs a few times and turns to face you.

“Uhh… not really. I don’t think so at least. Why, have you?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes and making him think he said something wrong.

“I don’t even know. I thought I was. Thought I found the one. Or maybe I was just so desperate for love that I chose to settle for something less than perfect. I was blinded by it. And I watched it all fall apart. Four years for nothing but a broken heart.”

If Bernard wasn’t speechless before, he most certainly was now. He had no idea who you were talking about, but the thought of someone breaking your heart killed him inside. You. The perfect, beautiful, kind, you. He wanted to comfort you, tell you that it would be alright and that it would pass over time. But I’m reality, he had no idea. Like he’d said, he’d never been in love. Well, his current feelings were uncertain. Love maybe not, but overtime he could see these emotions growing stronger for you. Sending another bout of silence brewing, he speaks up.

“I’m guessing this is about some guy from home that you were with?” Bernard queries and you raise your eyebrows as if agreeing with the obvious. “Well, this might not help, but I’ll be the first to say he’s an idiot.”

You stifle a laugh, a small smirk appearing on your face. He’s glad he can get that reaction from you. He continues talking.

“He’s an idiot for letting go of something so perfect. Someone who puts others before themselves. Someone who cares so deeply, they’re willing to get hurt to protect others.”

You look Bernard in the eyes, stunned by his words and unsure how to respond. His voice is wavering, but he carries on.

“And… it pains me to hear you think like that. To think you should settle for something, for someone, less than you deserve. And you, Y/N, you deserve everything. You deserve the world and more.”

Bernard is unsure if his words reach you, feeling as if he’s floating outside his body. He’s confused as to where this all came from, worried it’ll scare you away and you’ll never want to speak to him again. But then you move closer to him and speak up.

“Maybe I’ve been looking in the wrong places.”

“Maybe you have.”

Neither of you know who leans in first, but suddenly your lips are locked, your hands cupping his face and his holding your waist. You deepen the kiss, sliding your hand down to Bernard’s chest, moving his shirt aside slightly. He gasps and you take it as a chance to slip your tongue into his mouth. The room feels hot, Bernard’s cheeks rosier than usual, and your palms clammy.

You lean back, pulling him with you in the process, until his laying on top. Bernard moves his kisses to your neck, sucking a specific spot. That’ll definitely leave a mark tomorrow. You pull his hair, warning him about it, but he pays no mind, working further down to your cleavage. He’s passionate, wanting you to feel special and important, unlike your ex. It’s bliss. You pull him back up for another heated kiss, finding it hard not to smile wide. He notices and smiles back.

“Maybe I should visit more often.”

“Maybe you should.”

[thetriumphantpanda]

Charlie my love💜

I’m just stopping by to say

I LOVE YOU! 😍

I’m so so happy to have found you on here. And I still can’t believe that this little checklist-idea turned out to be one of the best fucking fics I’ve ever read. You’re a motherfucking genius!!! I absolutely loved the new chapter, him cumming like a teenager cause he couldn’t hold it??? HELLO? 👁️🫦👁️ I let out a pathetic moan while reading this, I’m serious!!!!

I can’t wait for the sequel with Joel’s Checklist!!!🖤

Thank you for being so goddamn genius at what you do!

I hope you have THE best Christmas ever and get to celebrate it with the people you love the most!🖤

Obligatory reader/Joel gif coming for ya (pun intended!)

AHHH VICKY YOU DARLING YOU!! 🧡

AS ALWAYS I AM SO GLAD YOU LOVED THIS PART! I know I say it all the time but I didn't expect to love these two as much as I do - they've wormed their way into my heart and I am also SO glad that we get to do Joel's checklist too! I'm still working out what I think he'd have on his list, but it'll be coming (quite literally), I promise!

I hope you also had a wonderful Christmas and I'm wishing you a lovely start to 2024! Thank you for brightening my days with these messages!

AND ANOTHER EXCELLENT GIF CHOICE THAT IS THEM FOR SURE.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 21 – ULTIMATES

Missing Pieces by magicasen

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,901 Tags: Cosmic Cube, Fix-It, Skrulls

Summary: The Ultimates' new lease in life is to hunt down the stray Cosmic Cubes of the multiverse. Of course, Cosmic Cubes can grant wishes, and what could go wrong with bringing Steve Rogers back to life?

Reasons why I love it: Poor Steve, the multiverse really does have it out for him. I love the ending of this fic especially, it makes me want to read 50k more words in this verse, just to see where it goes. I know very little about Ults canon, so I always love fics that teach me something about that universe, and this one is no exception. Go and read it, it's great!

what lips my lips have kissed by WhenasInSilks

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 3,516 Tags: Alcoholism, Sexual Dysfunction, Internalized Homophobia

Summary: The first time Tony tried to take Steve to bed was the same night Steve found out Tony was dying. Looking back, that more or less set the tone for everything that followed.

Reasons why I love it: OUCH, my heart. I don't know which one of them I feel more sorry for. They're truly in an awful situation, and that ending hurts me deep down in my soul. This fic is excellent and painful and everything I want from Ults angst, so if you're into that too, definitely go and check this one out!

5 Times Steve Enjoyed Television and 1 Time He'd Rather Not Talk About by chemically_yours

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 2,284 Tags: Television, Humor, Pre-Slash

Summary: Steve discovers the wonders of modern television.

Reasons why I love it: I never knew that I needed a fic about Steve discovering the wonders of television, but I am so happy that this exists. It's funny and sweet how Steve perceives all of the shows he finds, and of course, that ending is absolutely hilarious. I love it so much, and I hope you give it a shot for yourself!

Mark by snowynight

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 935 Tags: Established Relationship, Worried Steve, Marking

Summary: Having a relationship with Captain America is like walking a tightrope.

Reasons why I love it: I love Tony's inner monologue in this one. It feels really raw, getting to see his discomfort and pain, and Steve's concern over him is like a soothing balm. Plus, the smut at the end is super hot. I love this one, and I bet you will too!

christmas miracle by Areiton

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 1,137 Tags: Christmas, Religion, Domestic Fluff

Summary: It’s snowing, when they step out into the streets, thick fluffy fat flakes drifting down almost lazily and Steve tips his head back, a smile on his face that’s small and soft and peaceful.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is just beautiful. As an atheist myself, seeing Tony be so respectful and understanding of Steve's faith is really touching. This is definitely one of those feel-good fics I'll return to over and over again, and I hope you go and experience it for yourself!

[sugdenlovesdingle]

This is so so SO late but @chicgeekgirl89 here is your @tarlos-santa gift!

I absolutely loved all three of your prompts but in the end I went with: They lose power on Christmas Eve and Carlos freaks out about dinner but they make the most of it and still celebrate together.

And after several rewrites, mental breakdowns, existential crises, exasperation over the English language, and wondering if it's even real... this is the result and I hope you like it! Merry Christmas!!

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Perfectly unperfect (AO3)

“What are your plans for the holidays, cap?” TK asked, making conversation as they headed back to the firehouse after a call on their last shift before Christmas.

“Oh, nothing much. I’m just going to enjoy the downtime with the girls. Staying in our pyjamas all day, eating junk food, and watching Christmas movies.”

“What about you and Carlos?” Nancy asked. “Let me guess, not leaving the bed unless absolutely necessary?” she teased.

TK snorted.

“I wish. Carlos has been planning the dinner for weeks. We’ve been all over the city to get ingredients and I thought he was going to cry when his schedule changed and he had to work Christmas Eve.”

“Are you hosting the family Christmas dinner then?”

“No, that’s the worst of it.” TK sighed. “Dad invited us over and so did his parents but we decided to stay home. So it’s just going to be the two of us. And he’s still bought enough food as if both our entire families are coming over.”

“Oh that sucks dude. Your husband cooking you a fancy holiday dinner? Damn that’s rough.” Nancy said sarcastically. “I’m glad nobody is going to do that for me this year. That would just suck.”

“Shut up.” TK rolled his eyes. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate him cooking us dinner, it’s that he’s stressing out over it when I would be happy with a frozen pizza and watching Home Alone in bed.”

“Have you tried telling him that?” Tommy asked. “Communication is the key to a long and happy marriage.”

“I have, but he just gives me the Carlos Cow Eyes and tells me he wants to make it special for us. And I can resist anything but that. Those soulful brown eyes will be the death of me.”

Tommy laughed.

“I remember those days well. Charles’ laugh made me melt when we first got married. And then when the girls were born, seeing him with them…” she sighed. “I was a goner.”

“Yeah, I’m still working on Carlos making friends with Lou. He’ll make him his salad and sometimes even feeds him crickets or meal worms but he still won’t touch him with more than just a finger.”

Nancy looked at him.

“How do you go from babies to lizards? Your mind is such a strange place sometimes.”

“Lou is our baby!” TK said as he turned the ambulance onto the street the firehouse was on. “What are your plans for the holidays anyway? Are you going to LA to meet up with Mateo and meet the family?”

“No, me and Marj are just going to hang out and spend it together. We’re getting Chinese food and I’m making her watch the Lord of the Rings movies because she’s never seen them.”

“Really? Do you have room for two more? We’ll bring snacks.” TK jokingly asked.

“No way dude, I need a break from seeing your face every day.”

“You see Marjan’s face every day too.”

“That’s different. I’m not stuck in an ambulance for hours with her every day. And she has a nicer face than you.” Nancy teased and jumped out of the ambulance after TK had parked it in its usual spot in the firehouse. “Oh look, if it isn’t mister soulful eyes. Hey Carlos.”

Carlos gave her a confused look but returned the greeting.

“Hey babe, Nancy doesn’t like my face.” TK mock pouted and kissed Carlos hello. “She says she needs a break from me.”

“Does she? Well then it’s her lucky day, because I’m here to take you home. And I do like your face. And the rest of you.”

“That’s good to hear. But my shift doesn’t end for another hour. And yours not until seven.”

“I pulled in a few favours. The guy who transferred here from New Jersey a few months ago agreed to cover for me if I introduce him to your dad sometime. He nearly fainted when I told him who my father in law is. Apparently Owen Strand is a legend over there.”

“Not just over there. He’s a legend over here too.” Owen walked up to them. “Did you know local news wants to interview me? They’re doing a local heroes feel good thing for the holidays. Exciting isn’t it?”

“Yeah, definitely. We should give you pictures to sign. You could hand them out to your fans on calls.” TK teased.

“Very funny. See if I mention my ungrateful gremlin of a son in my interview now. I’ll just mention my always friendly and nice son in law who is just the kind of person to stop by after his shift to wish everyone happy holidays.” Owen patted Carlos’ shoulder. “And happy holidays to you too, Carlos.”

They hung around the firehouse until the end of TK’s shift and then went home together after wishing everyone a happy Christmas. Only when they stepped outside the weather had changed for the worse. It had started raining and the wind had picked up.

“Good thing I picked up the last supplies for our Christmas dinner before I came here.” Carlos commented, looking at the dark clouds through the windshield of his car after they got in.

“Was there anything left in the store you hadn’t bought then?” TK said, only half joking. “We have enough food to last until Christmas next year.”

“I just… wanted us to have options. You didn’t want the turkey dinner…”

“So you just bought everything else?” TK asked and leaned over the gear stick to kiss Carlos’ cheek. “I love you but when I said I didn’t want the whole turkey dinner, I meant I didn’t want you spending the whole day in the kitchen cooking some 10 course meal. We could just get a burger or tacos on the way home.”

“We can’t get tacos at Christmas, TK.” Carlos insisted. “And I don’t want to drive halfway across the city in this weather anyway.”

By the time they made it home, the rain had gotten even worse and unfortunately Carlos’ usual parking space was taken, which meant they had to park further down the street and run to the front door.

They were both soaking wet in seconds and causing a mini flood when they walked into their loft a few minutes later.

TK dumped his keys in the bowl by the door and the bag he was carrying on the kitchen counter.

“This can wait.” He decided, and turned to Carlos. “You, me, shower, now.”

“You go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute. Just let me put this stuff away.” Carlos replied, opening the freezer and putting a tub of TK’s favourite ice cream in.

“Babe. I need to get out of these wet clothes… and I could use some help.” TK said, grabbing Carlos’ hand and dragging him to the bathroom. “Like I said… you, me, shower, now.”

In the end, Carlos didn’t need much convincing and TK decided that this was easily the best Christmas eve he’d ever had.

Especially since he spent the rest of the night making out on the sofa with his husband like a couple of teenagers, instead of watching some cheesy Christmas movie they’d put on as background noise.

When he woke up the next morning, he reached out for Carlos, hoping to convince him to sleep in or possibly even stay in bed the whole day, but found his side of the bed empty and cold.

He listened for clues on what Carlos was doing, and most importantly where, but didn’t hear much except the storm still raging outside their loft.

“Babe?” he called out, sitting up in bed. “Carlos?”

“I’m here.” Carlos appeared in the doorway carrying a tray filled with food and fresh juice. “I was making breakfast.” He put the tray on the nightstand and leaned down to kiss TK. “Good morning. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” TK replied and then did a double take. “Wait… you made me breakfast in bed? Who are you and what have you done to my husband?”

Carlos chuckled and got into bed.

“I wanted to do something nice for you. For us. We’ll just change the sheets when we’re done.”

“I could get used to this.” TK commented and bit into a chocolate covered strawberry. “Though we could’ve just gotten coffee and pastries from that place on fifth.”

“Not in this weather. The storm from last night has only gotten worse. My mom texted me earlier and told us not to drive out to the ranch because it’s too dangerous.”

“We weren’t going to…”

“I know. But now we’re officially excused. They have Ana and Diego and the kids staying with them anyway, they won’t miss us.”

After breakfast, TK managed to convince Carlos to stay in bed and watch a movie with him, even though he knew the other man was itching to get started on the Christmas lunch and dinner he’d planned.

The storm was still raging outside but snuggled up together under the covers in their bed, neither man really cared.

TK facetimed his mom and they watched Jonah tear open the presents they’d sent over.

“You two spoil him.” Gwyn said, sounding mildly exasperated but smiling. “Enzo and I agreed to keep it simple and then you two buy him everything from his list.”

“It’s for his birthday too.” TK argued. “And I just want him to know he has a cool big brother in Austin who will buy him cool presents.”

“He fought two soccer moms for that robot dog.” Carlos told Gwyn. “It got ugly.”

“It’s ok. There wasn’t any blood.” TK joked and they all laughed.

“Did you get our presents?” Gwyn asked.

“You mean the plane tickets in our names? As a not so subtle way of telling us to come visit?”

“I don’t do subtle. It just complicates things.” Gwyn argued. “And I haven’t seen you two since the wedding! It’s been way too long. I’ve almost forgotten what you look like.”

“You’re seeing us now.”

“I just see your face.”

“I’ve been told it’s a very nice face.”

“It is a nice face, I made that face. But I’d like to see the rest of you again too. And you too Carlos.”

“We’ll do our best to come visit as soon as we can in the new year.” Carlos promised and got out of bed. “I’ll leave you two to talk, I’ll get started on dinner.” He said and pulled one of TK’s hoodies over his head.

Only before he’d even made it out of the bedroom, there was a loud clash of thunder and the loft went dark.

“What the hell?”

Carlos tried the light switch next to the bedroom door but nothing happened.

“Is it just us?” TK asked, getting out of bed after quickly saying goodbye to his mom. “We didn’t have that many appliances running that we’d blow a fuse, did we?”

“I don’t know.” Carlos said, frustrated. “I’ll go check the fuse box downstairs. Do we still have that flashlight?”

“Kitchen drawer I think. Do we have any new fuses?”

“I don’t know. I thought I bought some when we moved in. When I moved in…”

“That was ages ago.”

“I know that, TK.” Carlos snapped but regretted it immediately. “It might not be the fuse anyway. I’ll just go have a look downstairs and we’ll take it from there.” He slipped on his work boots and grabbed his keys, and all but slammed into their neighbour when he opened the door.

“Oh, hi. Did your power just go out too?” she asked, looking past him into the loft. “I was talking to my sister in Ohio and suddenly everything went poof. I think it’s the storm.”

“Yeah, everything went black for us too.” Carlos told her and noticed more neighbours coming out of their apartments to see what was going on. “It looks like it’s the whole building.”

“Actually, it’s the whole city. Or parts of the city.” TK joined them in the doorway and showed Carlos his phone. “I still have that 911 scanner on my phone. There are calls coming in from all over the city. The storm knocked some power lines down and they can’t fix them until it’s over.”

“Fantastic.” Carlos felt a tension headache building behind his eyes.

“Do you boys have candles? I have plenty, you can have some. I like to light some for dinner this time of year. It gets dark so early.”

“Thanks, but we’re ok Mrs Evans.” TK said and quickly closed the door. “What do we do now?” He asked Carlos.

“I don’t know. We have all this food that’s going to go bad if we don’t eat it, but we can’t prepare it because our stove is electric. And the ice cream in the freezer is going to melt and I bought it especially for our Christmas dinner because it’s your favourite.”

“Hey, hey, calm down.” TK put his hands on Carlos’ shoulders to stop him from spiralling. “The food will keep for a while. It’s only been 10 minutes and if we keep the fridge closed, it’ll stay cool. And we’ll just eat the ice cream now.”

“Now?”

“Yeah. Why not? Our Christmas, our ice cream, our rules. Grab a spoon.”

They sat down at their dining table with the ice cream, even though neither of them really felt like it, and TK could tell Carlos was distracted.

“Babe, what are you thinking about?” he pushed.

“What are we going to do for food? We can’t even have leftovers because we can’t heat anything up.”

“We could go get tacos after all.”

“Are they even open on Christmas day?” Carlos asked and pulled out his phone to look it up, but put it back down again right away. “We need to preserve the batteries of our devices.” He explained.

TK wanted to argue that they probably wouldn’t last for the entire time the power was likely to be out, but then his phone started ringing in his hand.

“Dad, hi, not a good time right now.”

“Did you just lose power too? It looked like your area got hit too but the map I saw wasn’t too clear.”

“Yeah, everything is dark here.” TK sighed and looked at Carlos who had started pacing up and down the loft. “We’re kind of screwed because the stove is electric too.”

“Come to me.” Owen suggested. “Not me, me… but the firehouse. It has a generator so there is power and heat. And a working stove.”

“I don’t know dad, we wanted to just do our own thing this Christmas.”

“In an apartment without power? Don’t be ridiculous TK. Just pack up and come over here.”

After a few minutes back and forth and Carlos getting pulled into the conversation, they promised Owen they were on their way, and a little over an hour later, they walked into the firehouse.

“And there was me thinking I wouldn’t have to see this place for a week.” TK sighed.

They greeted his dad and the crew from B-shift and TK got Lou set up in Owen’s office while Carlos put the food away.

They joined the crew in the lounge area where everyone was gathered around the TV and keeping a close eye on the weather report. Carlos sat down in his usual spot next to TK but barely said a word to anyone.

When Tommy and the twins came in some time later, he got up to greet them and wish them a merry Christmas, but for Nancy, Marjan, Paul, and Asha, he barely managed more than a smile and a quick “Hey.”.

TK was starting to worry and enlisted Paul’s help to pull him out of his funk.

“Carlos my man.” Paul started, patting Carlos’ shoulder. “We need to feed these people. We don’t want Marjan getting hungry. I still wake up in a cold sweat remembering those first few days of Ramadan last year.”

“I heard that!” Marjan yelled.

“Good! You were hangry and we all suffered!”

Carlos laughed a little and agreed to help Paul cook.

“Do we have enough to feed all of these people?”

“Yeah I think so. Asha and I brought our food and I saw the mountain of food that was already in the fridge when I put ours in there. We’re alright. Come on, let’s figure out what to make.”

Carlos joined Paul in the kitchen and soon there were multiple pots on the stove and the firehouse was starting to smell amazing.

TK was put on chopping duty, while the Vega twins helped Owen set up extra tables and chairs for everyone, and Nancy and Marjan attempted to fold the paper napkins they found in fancy shapes following a YouTube tutorial.

“Babe, come taste this.” Carlos held out a spoon for TK. “Good?”

“Yeah, it’s amazing. Is this what you were planning on making for us at home?”

“No, but with the stuff that was in the fridge here, and the stuff Paul and Asha brought we were able to experiment a little.”

“We should let you experiment more often.” TK said and stole another bite of the sauce. “This is really good.”

“Yeah? Not too spicy?”

“No, it’s perfect. Just like you.”

Carlos blushed and ducked his head but still let TK kiss his cheek and returned the “I love you” he murmured in his ear.

“If you two are going to be like this all night, we’re going back to Nance’s apartment.” Marjan announced and everyone laughed.

“Yeah, have some mercy on us single people.” Owen said, joining in on the teasing and stealing a quick taste of the food.

Dinner was somewhat chaotic and a little cramped since the firehouse kitchen wasn’t built to seat this many people at once, but everyone enjoyed their meal, and each other’s company.

Even though B-shift got called out and Owen had to join them on their call and leave their makeshift Christmas party.

“I vote we put on LOTR.” Nancy told the rest when they’d all settled down in the lounge after dinner. “Marj has never seen them and I said I’d educate her this Christmas.”

“We were planning on watching The Holiday.” Tommy said. “You can’t go wrong with a romcom at Christmas.”

“I haven’t seen The Holiday either.” Marjan admitted. “I’m not a big movie person ok? I get bored.” She defended herself when Nancy asked how she’d managed that and the Vega twins started shooting movie titles at her to check which ones she had seen.

“I guess it’s Jude Law first, and Orlando Bloom second then.” Asha settled the debate. “It’s not like any of us are going anywhere any time soon.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me.” Paul started. “If any of you guys snore, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

“You’ve shared a bunk room with most of us for years!” Marjan reminded him. “You know we don’t snore. Judd does. And Mateo sometimes.”

“And my dad.” TK grinned. “It used to wake me up when I was little. I thought it was the train going past our apartment but it was just him.” He said and everyone laughed.

They spent the rest of the night watching movies, and TK let Evie feed Lou and walk him around the firehouse on the leash and harness he’d bought a while ago.

Carlos had gone quiet again, but TK figured he was just tired and let him be.

By the time Owen returned with the B-shift, everyone was starting to get tired and Tommy took charge in working out the sleeping arrangements.

The twins wanted to sleep in the bunk room with the crew but Tommy insisted they slept in her captain’s quarters with her, while Owen gave up his to TK and Carlos.

“I know it’s nothing like your bed at home but it’s better than separate bunks with the rest of them right beside you.”

“We’re fine to sleep in the bunk room.” Carlos assured him. “We don’t want to put you out.”

“It’s fine. I insist.” Owen said and with TK’s help got Carlos to give in and accept the bed.

It was a small double bed barely big enough for the two of them, but they made it work.

“I’m sorry.” Carlos sighed, trying to get comfortable in the small bed after TK had turned off the lights and gotten into bed with him.

“Sorry for what?”

“For ruining our first Christmas as a married couple.”

“What? What are you talking about? Unless you caused this storm and the power cut, you didn’t ruin anything.” TK insisted. “And even if you did cause it, I’ve had a great night. I have you, Lou, my dad, our friends… That’s all I need.”

“I just… I had all these plans. I wanted to cook you something nice and exchange gifts by our tree and just… make our own traditions.” Carlos explained, avoiding looking at TK. “Especially after I made you deal with all of the crazy Reyes family traditions last year.”

“I had a great time last year too.” TK promised. “Especially when your abuela started talking about what Christmas was like when you were little. I loved that little look into how you grew up.”

“She was just happy to have someone to talk to that hadn’t heard all of her stories about 500 times before.”

“Well it’s a good thing I was a willing audience then.” TK laughed a little. “She even went out of her way to speak English with me the whole night, and she was so excited when I told her I was learning Spanish.”

“Yeah she told me to hold onto you when we left because you were a good boy with a good heart.” Carlos told him, smiling at the memory. “The whole Reyes family loves you.”

TK smiled and wrapped his arms around Carlos a little tighter.

“That’s good, but I’m only really interested in one of them loving me. Though technically his name is Reyes-Strand now.”

Carlos sighed and rolled onto his back.

“That’s why I wanted this Christmas to be special. The start of our life together.”

“Technically our life together started a long time ago.”

“You know what I mean.” Carlos sighed again. “Everything is official now. We’re married, the name change has gone through… I wanted things to be special. Perfect. Not… whatever this disaster was.”

“Baby, look at me.” TK said and waited for Carlos to do so. “I don’t care about presents or the perfect dinner… All I want for Christmas is you.” He said and kissed him for emphasis.

“Did you just quote Mariah Carey at me?”

TK shrugged.

“She made a pretty good point with that song.”

[prismaticpichu]

Thank you all for an absolutely fantastic year ❤️

The details aren’t relevant, but things haven’t been all too pleasant up in the brain for a decent stretch of time now. I really mean it when I say this place is like an oasis to me—I really do. It brings me so much solace just to escape from it all, just to roll around in a place full of fluffy headcanons and laughs and stupidity and fun. And oh man…. have y’all been nothing but kind, supportive, and encouraging to me. I’m still left speechless at times from the sheer amount and love and heart that comes from this fandom, and I am so forever grateful to have been able to be a part of it. Thank you for giving me a home. Thank you for being so kind and wonderful to me. Thank you for letting me be silly and stupid and obsess over the characters that mean so much to me.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for letting me be me. Bc I am absolutely crazy.

I hope it’s a wonderful holiday for you all <333 However, I know sometimes it’s just not that way for everyone. Christmas can unfortunately be a time as lonely and glum as it is festive. And if it is that way for you, then plz know that you are not alone. You are never alone. There are people out there who care about you, who love you, and want you to be happy. Don’t ever give up hope. Don’t ever stop trying. A new year is coming soon. You freaking got this <333 For those who do have holiday plans- or not- then I wish you an absolutely fantastic time with your loved ones <333 Hope it’s full of amazing food and good feels and it’s the best day that you can ever ask for. I hope that the rest of the year treats you with nothing but kindness, and the new year gives you even more.

That’s all I gotta say from my little spiel. Thank you so much, everyone, forever and always, for just being here and interacting with me and making me feel like I belong. Each and every one of you has made my life better. I feel like I’m part of a community here. A lil family. And that is legitimately the best gift I could ever ask for.

Happy Holidays, my friendos, and sending all the love this world has to offer <33

[thesassypadawan]

Under My Tree *part 1* (Knight Obi-Wan x RealWorldFemReader)

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve. Your knight is nowhere to be found and all you want is a cozy rendezvous under your tree. (Pairs well with *NSYNC’s song Under My Tree)

Warnings: A lot of the fluffy and just a little bit of the dirty talk.

Note: Wizard *part 2*

It was Christmas Eve. Stars twinkled merrily in the night sky, as snow fell softly to the ground. All so magical, all so romantic…but it wasn’t the same without him.

You had held out the hope that your knight would have joined you this evening. However, as the party progressed on, it was clear that he was not.

You understood that there were certain duties he had to attend to and, let’s face it, crossing between your realms wasn’t exactly the easiest of feats. But that didn’t mean you still weren’t heartbroken over his absence…especially at times like this.

None the less, you had a nice time. You laughed with new and old friends. Caught up with relatives that you rarely got to see. Indulged in some delicious treats. You even enjoyed a cup of good cheer or two.

Such a wonderful gathering. You were sad when it finally came to an end, and you had to make the lonely trek back home.

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Dusting the stray flakes off yourself, you pushed open the front door and was met with…

Nothing. No music. No twinkling lights. No happy, warm greeting. Not even a worn cloak or pair of boots in the entryway. Absolutely nothing.

With a heavy sigh, you shrugged off your coat and made your way to the living room. Maybe a cheesy holiday movie would help lift your spirits.

As you reached for the switch, the room magically came to life.

The tree shone brightly. All around you candles flickered. A familiar Christmas tune played. Even a fire crackled in the hearth.

And there…tucked beneath the branches…surrounded by a bunch of fluffy blankets and pillows…wearing a Santa hat…posed rather sexily was… “Hello there.”

“Well, hello there yourself,” you giggled, a surprised look on your face.

Offering you a glass of wine, Obi-Wan asked enticingly. “Care to join me for a cozy rendezvous?”

“Just relax, enjoy the view?” You reply playfully, accepting the drink and cuddling up with him inside the little Xmas nest.

“I’ll show you how good it could be,” Obi hummed, wrapping a strong arm around your waist.

“I wish that Santa could be here… Oh, wait, he already is.” You mischievously gave his beard a tiny tug.

Obi-Wan jokingly made a “oof” sound and pulled you in closer. “Careful now, darling; that’s how you’ll end up with your stocking filled with coal.”

Leaning your head against his shoulder, your grinned up at Obi not so innocently. “Then I’ll be sure to do it a few more times tonight.” And gave another tug.

“Such a naughty little girl,” he teased into your ear, fingers trailing lazily down your arm.

“You’re one to talk, Kenobi Claus,” you purred, shivering at his touch. “I know that’s not a candy cane I’m feeling in your pocket.”

Emphasizing your point with a flick of your hips.

“True,” he groaned, trying to keep his composure. “However, it’s a much better gift than what you think.”

“Oh, and what would that be?”

“Close your eyes,” Obi-Wan whispered huskily. “And no peeking.”

Doing as he said, you felt an invisible hand snake between your bodies. Tenderly caressing down your back, eliciting a small moan from you, before disappearing into his pocket.

You squirmed in anticipation, from the feathery strokes along your posterior. Your mind was abuzz with excitement for what would come next. Except, nothing could prepare you for…

“Open them.”

…a box hovering in the air. A ring resting inside. “Obi,” you muttered softly.

“Attachment is forbidden for us jedi, it’s said to lead to the dark side. I was once a firm believer in this, until you came along. Although our meeting wasn’t normal or logical by any means, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I know nothing about our relationship has been easy, but we’ve made it work so wonderfully. You’re the light of my life, the other half of my heart. Will you marry me?”

Obi-Wan’s words hung heavily in the air.

This man that you cared for dearly. Your precious knight that you loved so deeply. He wanted to…

“Yes,” you said shakily, tears of joy in your eyes. “I will marry you.”

Nuzzling your neck affectionately, he murmured. “Extend your left hand, dear one.”

Doing just that, you watched as Obi used the force to place the silver-colored ring on your finger.

“I realize it’s not the fanciest, but I made it myself,” he explained. "The band is a piece of my padawan braid encased in carbonite and the jewel… Well, it’s a sliver of my lightsaber’s kyber crystal.”

Tilting your hand, you admired how the blue twinkled in the tree’s lights. “It’s perfect,” you said happily. “Just like you.”

Looking back, you twisted yourself around in his hold. With a flash of a tiny grin, you pounced on top of Obi-Wan. Sending you both crashing back into the mound of pillows.

You gave him a passionate kiss, which he returned tenfold. Obi even went as far as to roll and capture you beneath himself. Showering your face and neck with kisses, until you were a laughing mess.

“O-Obi! Stop! I-I can’t breathe!” You squealed, trying to stop the barrage from his lips.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t help it,” he chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours. “You just made me the happiest man in both galaxies.”

Gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. You lace your fingers together. Both whispering, “I love you”. And, in that stolen moment, nothing else mattered. It was a very Merry Christmas…it was truly beautiful under your tree.

[dollyyun]

I’m the anon who sent the “I hope u know that someone (me) out there always wishes the best for you and sends you so much love <33 “ ask (idk if you take anon names anymore but to not get myself confused if I can call myself ☔️ anon.

I really want you to know you’re one of my favorite authors on this app <333 and I even go to check on your blog like at least every other day to see if you have new updates or anything (such as you responding to your asks!) I really want to say thank you. It’s just 2 words but thank you for pouring your time and energy into writing fics and editing them, it really is no easy task because I know it takes a very long time to reread, prof read, edit etc…

Thank you for coming back as well too, I can’t say how happy I actually was when I saw your account pop up again! (Thought someone was impersonating you at first and I was like ?????HUH????)

I know this little note may be out of the blue and weird but I really mean what I sent in my og ask, I really hope the best for you, even if one day it is to leave this app, and I’ll be cheering you on no matter what decision you make because I want the best for you!!

once again, sending so much love and hugs <3

- the one who titled herself ☔️ anon

p.s I’m tough whoever next bullies you or anyone else on here I’ll drop kick them and chase them :] I’ve been going to the gym for the past year for that moment :]

p.p.s its nearing the holiday season! I’m not sure if you celebrate these holidays (Christmas and all) but regardless I hope you have a wonderful rest of your 2024 and hope to be able to continue cheering you on with these little notes in 2025 <3

you absolute sweetheart :( you should know that your previous ask still remains on my mind, especially whenever i had rough days😞

it’s truly an honour that i’m one of your fav authors on this app, considering that i haven’t even given much to offer yet (except the nearly completed dkp series on my previous blog), and no matter what, i still feel that i’m not deserving to be on your fav list of writers (or anyone’s for that matter) nevertheless, i’m thankful to sweet souls such as yourself :(

frankly speaking, life can be unpredictable and it’s normal for people to outgrow/become detached from the things they used to love, so i really really appreciate your understanding🥹i just wanted to give yall some heads up bc we may never know when i might leave again and for good.

plsss you don’t have to waste your energy and precious time on anyone unpleasant🙏🏻bc if we continue to engage with that kind of negativity, we’d be only feeding into their need for attention. plus i want only love and peace on my blog🫶🏻

i don’t celebrate Chirstmas but i do love holidays where i get to spend more time with my loved ones so yes i will be enjoying the upcoming holidays! i hope you have a wonderful rest for the remaining weeks of your 2024 too! thank you so much :( i love you lots💗

[girl-next-door-writes]

I Really Can't Stay

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: The holiday season may be ‘magical’, but can it give Steven the one thing he really wants this year?

Word Count: 1171 words

Prompt: #15: A didn’t like the holiday season, until they met B

A/N: Starting off my Steven Grant Seasons Greetings is the wonderful @sweetjedi who chose this prompt for the wonderful Steven Grant. It turns out, all my prompts seem to lend themselves to somewhat of a mini-series so feel free to follow this little adventure or read them as separate ramblings if you so wish.

 

People would have assumed that December would be one of Steven’s favourite times of year. The holiday season so full of joy and wonder, surely, he was the epitome of that, but they would be very wrong. Of course, he would smile politely and exchange seasons greetings, but he dreaded hearing the first strains of Christmas music playing in a shop as he passed by, indicating the start of the madness.

Memories of past Decembers haunted him. Everything was so loud, so bright, so manically happy. It was false and terrifying. Everyone grabbing to get their own needs met. Parties with people he didn’t know and who very obviously didn’t care for his conversation. The cold and the wet and the shoving and the crowds. It was all a little overwhelming.

It wasn’t that he hated the festivities, far from it, but it seemed like this time of year was for couples and happy families and with Steven being very much alone the constant reminder was taking its toll. In all honesty, he had been mad busy this year and just didn’t have the energy to be running around just because it was the done thing. He just wanted to be at home, with Gus, and some cheesy films and terrible vegan alternatives to Christmas treats.

Standing behind the counter of the gift shop, he watched a couple nervously exchange gifts and his mind drifted back to this time last year. It seemed to be happening more and more lately, the memory of a brief encounter, the echoes of what could have been.

He had been hurrying along the street, collar turned up against the cold because he’d lost his bloody scarf at some point. Deciding that he’d just have to replace it, he ducked into a nearby shop and frantically began searching their selection for something that wasn’t perfect for an eight-year-old girl. Sadly, their scarf selection appeared to have a very specific demographic.

“Hate to interrupt, you look very deep in thought there, but, erm, if pink with unicorns isn’t really your thing then there are a few other choices over towards the back.” A soft voice had brought him out of his thoughts and he turned quickly, his frown melting away as he blinked owlishly at a rather attractive stranger. “Not that you couldn’t rock the pink unicorn look, or maybe you’re buying for someone else and I should absolutely mind my own business and-“

“No!” Steven said rather loudly, startling both of you. “I mean, no, thank you. I lost mine you see, and it’s rather nippy out there.”

He had expected you to nod and then move away, not stay and engage him in conversation until the shop owner was practically kicking you out because it was closing time. You’d exchanged numbers. Steven Grant had actually been given a phone number by a gorgeous stranger who didn’t mind when he rambled.

He should have called but life got in the way. New exhibit came in, more stock to shift, Donna being a fucking nightmare on a daily basis. Okay, so maybe the longer he’d left it the more nervous he’d got about reaching out, but the life thing too, yeah?

Spring time arrived and as the daffodils bloomed so did Steven’s hopes. You had texted him, luckily you were far braver. A lunch date was arranged. Well, it was arranged and then rescheduled five times, and then Steven stood you up. Not on purpose! God, no, he would never have done that on purpose but somehow the days got away from him and what was once Thursday was now Sunday and he was left scrambling. You’d been lovely about it, had told him not to worry, another time perhaps. Another time that never happened.

Sitting in the park on a warm summer day, eating his sandwich and watching the pigeons, Steven was surprised when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He was even more surprised when he saw it was from you. He was completely astonished when he realised the two of you had been having a brief text conversation, he had no recollection of!

Flicking back up the screen and reading through the messages, it appeared that he had invited you to the beach. The two of you had apparently discussed which one and how to get there, even going so far as to talk train times. His heart was pounding as he realised that you had agreed on this coming Saturday, maybe he hadn’t completely screwed up. Well, maybe he had but you, being the lovely, lovely you that you were had given him another chance.

His smile faltered when he saw your latest message though. You’d had to cancel. Something had come up and you were really sorry, but you couldn’t meet up this weekend. There was no indication on time scale, no alternative offered, and so Steven figured you’d thought he might stand you up again, you didn’t trust him to show. In all honesty, he couldn’t say for sure that he would, what with all the blank spaces in his memory lately.

Pushing himself up off the counter, he kicked himself for the millionth time that year. He could have had someone. He could have shared the magic of the season with someone lovely, but he’s Stevened the whole situation. He didn’t deserve you.

The end of his shift came. He’d agreed to work til closing even though it was Christmas Eve, wasn’t like he had somewhere else to be. Grabbing his coat and his bag, he wrapped his scarf around his neck and tried not to think about you helping him pick it out.

Making his way down the cold and wet streets he suddenly remembered that he needed to pick up some milk. The shops would be closed tomorrow, and he had barely enough for a brew back home. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he kept his head down and headed towards the local shop.

He was standing in line at the cashier when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning to apologise, because surely he must have done something to deserve the tap, he was surprised to see you standing right there behind him in the queue!

“Hey stranger. Glad to see you’ve not lost your scarf this year.” The warmth of your smile made his brain melt a little round the edges and he stumbled to find any words at all.

“I’m on my own.” He managed, his face crumpling as he heard the words.

“Me too. This year has been so crazy. Back in summer I got the worst sunburn you have ever seen. My own fault really, fell asleep reading in the park like a total idiot. Anyway, how have you been?”

And just like that the two of you fell into easy conversation, as if the intervening year had never happened. Maybe the holiday season wasn’t all that bad, Steven thought. After all, it had brought you into his life twice now.

[pockethamster]

Hey God does love you, actually.

I typically don't waste time making posts like this because the internet isn't a serious place, but whatever. I think this might help someone because I wish I had been able to find something like this.

Since I've returned to Tumblr it makes me really sad to see all these people who have been religiously traumatized, ostracized by their family members and friends, and living absolutely miserable like they've committed some horrible unforgivable sin just because they're gay, bi, or transgender.

I am a Christian and I am gay. I've always been both of those things and I always will be both of those things. I'm not sorry about it and I don't give a flying phoque if you think I'm a "fake Christian".

I grew up in religious schools and churches and I never knew anything else.

I spent the last fifteen years absolutely miserable (and closeted) because of some bitter, hateful, curmudgeonly assholes who never emotionally matured beyond the eighth grade decided to deify themselves. I spent most of my early teenage years mad at God when I should've been mad at the congregation instead.

If you're damning children, you're not a good person, obviously.

I've always prayed every night and had a good relationship with God even when I was angry. Finally, I tried to commit suicide this past spring because one of my childhood friends tried to rape me into being straight.

Yeah, well that's not how that works.

I'm fine and safe now and he's long and permanently gone and as far as I'm concerned doesn't exist anymore; because to me he doesn't.

If you're struggling like I was, God loves you. I've prayed about it for months and the amount of internal and spiritual peace I've felt is wonderful. The best way I can describe it is going for a long hike and taking your super heavy backpack off when you get back to the car.

There is nothing wrong with you and you're not a monster, I promise.

It won't all be smooth sailing obviously but it does get better. Family members and friends will come around eventually and if they don't, well that's their loss- you don't need them and they'll have to answer for their behavior one day and live with their choice until then.

Religion has always been like a glass of water to me. Some people like it a lot, while others would rather have soda or tea.

Let them have their soda or tea and don't try to waterboard them, dude. Love them like God would, like Jesus would. Jesus accepted, love and forgave everyone as long as they were sincere.

Look into his disciples Paul and Mary Magdalene if you want an example of that.

Don't let some self-righteous idiot convince you that you're damned because they're cherry-picking from a book they've probably never even actually read.

They're the one who is a fake Christian, not you and they've probably done far worse than kiss someone of the same sex.

God bless you and I hope you had a happy Hanukkah, have a merry Christmas and a very happy New Year.

Love and wishing you luck,

Pidge

[yunharlaquin]

today, on this varyingly chilly day of the twenty-fifth of december, we commemorate the death and roast of the blessed squawkcoo, laying the way for the noble chewbacca to realize the error of his ways and repent consuming porgkind. as the porg so loved to do with his brethren, we remember his sacrifice by sharing how much we enjoy each other's company...

alright, alright, alright, enough jokes! merry christmas, god jul, fröhliche weihnachten, and happy holidays to everyone on the dash from a shockingly snowy oklahoma! whether you're celebrating something today or eating chinese (or in one confirmed case, middle eastern) food, i hope you're having a wonderful day. you all bring me such joy through your presence, and i hope (as i'll inevitably forget someone) if you don't find yourself on here, you know i still deeply appreciate you. i laugh, i cry, i squeal almost every day, all because of you and your muses. you're all so supremely talented, and i adore everything you produce.

now, without further ado...

FRIENDS, CORELLIANS, SITH LORDS: LEND ME YOUR DROIDS

@graysistance / @lionthought / @commandsir / @greenscrunchy & your plethora of blogs which are starting to rival the number of mine — PUCK, you beautiful, wonderful, sweetheart of a saltdish, you've listened to the ups and downs of my year side by side with hackett, always finding the time to come up with a comforting or encouraging word. your kindness is the sort of thing people like to claim their friends have, but you truly possess it. i adore talking about history with you, spinning out context with so many subjects we speak of, let alone specifically the group wwii au. your support for my various crafting projects always brings a smile to my face. i love to see the things you fun and across, including your growing collection of legends books. i adore how you characterize each of your characters, giving them the depths of compassion and forethought that so many hold. your internal dialogue is absolutely stunning and our plots make me giggle hysterically.

@aniimvs / @scoundrvls / @honorhunt / @hellmartyr & your equally numerous blogs of which each is perfection — HACKETT, considering how intrinsically tied you and puck are in equal measure to my time on this hellsite, i wish i could you both side by side at the top of this list. sadly, this is not a tumblr feature..... yet. in this year of coding and dash tumult, you have soldiered on behind the scenes irl, kicking names and taking ass, while popping up to deliver exquisite pain, cause minor chaos, and be the saltmine you are. our discussions of just how bad a certain... pad.mé writing author's work is brings me life. your technical history knowledge is top notch and i adore all you bring to the wwii au so much, let alone the jp and lotr aus you and puck have worked on. you, more so than perhaps anyone i write with are the queen of establishing a setting. i always love seeing where you decide to set a not established location thread and to build off the descriptions you give for it. it lends an effortless star wars vibe to everything... let alone your depth for your grey and dark muses... *chef's kiss*!

@carnalstress — literal best friend, JESS!!!!! even though i've only managed to the once so far, i am SO happy that i live close enough for us to visit each more often, and i'm so glad you're back to writing on tumblr. you bring so much comfort and joy into my life with your conviction and your kind heart. i admire your dedication to your field even when things get tough and that you're trying to find new avenues in it. you are such a wonderful friend. and your cat is the cutest thing. i hope this next year is the best one yet!

@debelltio / @impostre — ALISTAIR, you are perhaps the newest friend amongst this section of the list, but you are no less dear. i love the subjects we have crossing over interests and experiences in, from living in multiple cultures, to law, to history, food and beyond. i've really loved getting to know you over the last few months, and you do such a lovely job with orson and all your muses. it is just a whole wonderful thing.

@colpapabear — annika! i love that we've written together for so so long and bonded over so many different things. i especially love the vintage clothing and knitting discussions we've had of late. they bring me so so much joy. watching you take leaps and bounds in both and produce such pretty things is the literal best.

@darkestshadeofgrey — listen, i neeeed to respond to our threads because every single one without fail is a plot i am wild for. your characterize your muses so interestingly and each is so very compelling. and even though i'm often late to respond, i ADORE the star wars tiktoks you send me, so often so much pain.

@heirite — i know you haven't been on for a bit, but i'm very much hoping you'll come back and see this! you are such a lovely friend, and i adore your ben to pieces. he brings me such joy, and with you off doing irl, i occasionally go back and read through your blog for that ben sky.walker goodness!

@notimminent — hey you! not that you've ever been truly gone but i'm so glad we've met up again. i can't wait to turn our plotting into threads for emma! you're a truly wonderful person and i'm so happy to have you back more regularly on my dash.

@acharnemcnt / @finaliseur— ame! i'm so very excited for some of the plots we're slowly working on and the threads we have in the works. you've also been so so kind. i very much enjoy your hux, and i'm thrilled about the new multi AND the ask blog AND rae. it's all so so cool!

@galaxycrxss / @hamadaxfighter — hey hey, i very much enjoy your clone squad. and the genius boy. watching you flesh out echo and hiro is a lovely thing, as well as hearing about all your ideas for the future!

@astraldestiny — listen, you adding winter hands down made my week! the plethora of legends characters you write never fails to bring me joy to see, and i enjoy writing and plotting with you so much. stay warm and i hope you enjoyed a christmas market! (next year when i go back, NEXT YEAR)

@multipleoccupancy — caraaaaaaaaa! no matter what you set your mind to on your multi or elsewhere, you do to perfection. it's been so lovely to write with you for so many years across so many genres and muses. our history threads will forever be my favorite!

@chokethelight — you you you, we haven't been able to write much this year, but whenever you pop in to say hello, or whatever version you decided to use that time, you bring a smile to my face! i hope 2023 is a better year for you. &lt;3

@stillsails — i'm so glad to see you around again on tumblr! you've had so much happen!! i am so so so proud of/happy for you for all your accomplishments and milestones this year! keep being the lovely academic and wonderful writer you are.

@fasciinating — listen, whatever we're working on brings me much joy, and the friendship that spock and jaina are building is just lovely. plus, i've really enjoyed the headcanons you've written for that challenge, let alone your beautiful art!

to all those i really love writing and talking with but also hope todo more with this coming year:

@paramounticebound @gurrillero @fifthbornforrester @lunascientia @rubiesintherough @protectxthem @caedus @kylo-wrecked @keeve-trenniis @jaigalorad @mandogold @hopegained @ncxile @reawakcn @theysparked @becomelions @fatedtruths @vuulpecula @conniidel @withoutpeer @skjebne and everyone i inevitably missed, have the happiest of new years!

[sugarcoated-lame]

hello my darling kricket! 🥰 i just wanted to wish you a happy, happy christmas and i hope you have a wonderful new year my love! i love you so so so much and i am so incredibly grateful for, you, my love, my darling, my light! you’ve made my year so incredibly wonderful and lovely, and i just feel so lucky to know you! mwah mwah mwah! 🥰💗🫶🏻💐

AAAAAAH SEB !!!! MY LOVE !! 🥺 I’ve been MIA all day today and this was the sweetest message to come back to 😭 thank you so much my dear 💕 i had a really nice time spending the day with some of my family 🥹☺️ I hope you had a lovely and happy Christmas as well, and I’m wishing you a very happy new year!! I’m so beyond grateful for you, Seb, you’re genuinely one of the sweetest, funniest, most wonderful people I’ve ever met, and I feel absolutely lucky to know you and to be able to call you my friend 🥹 it makes me so happy to see you in my inbox or my DMs, you’ve genuinely been such a light in my life and I just love talking to you <3 I have so much love for you and I just wanna squish you in the biggest hug haha, thank you again for this lovely message, I love you sooo so much!! 🥹🥹🥰❤️💕💗💕❤️

[equallyshaw]

𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔶𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔧𝔬𝔰𝔱

Warnings: talks of trauma/ptsd, parents killed in car accident.

Word Count: 2.9 k

also it's 2019-2020 here. got her license in 2019, dont mind the mask. also, she is nameless. an oc without a name.

Sour Masterlist.

Tyson is interchanging between you and he, in this.

Happy New Years!! Hope you guys had a wonderful evening, wish all the best this new year :)

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I got my driver's license last week

Just like we always talked about

'Cause you were so excited for me

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We met at a Gabe's christmas party, in 2016. I knew Mel from my older sister, they both worked in the same industry. At 18 years old, I still hadn't learned how to drive due to a car accident when I was a kid. I remember I admitted that after we had spent the night with one another two months after we had been talking. You smiled at me, no amusement, no sarcasm or snort in sight. You genuinely, wanted to teach me how to drive and I remember blushing like a fool, and happy tears brim my eyes. Nobody had ever offered, besides my sister.

The very next time we hanged out, on a sunny April afternoon, you smiled and somehow got me to get in that damn drivers seat. I remember having an anxiety attack, I began to shake and cry. With flashbacks of that horrible accident, with me in the backseat. You instantly jumped out of the car, opened the driver's car and kneeled down next to me. Your hands found mine, then set a hand on my knee. Comforting me as much as you could, not knowing or understanding how I felt. You wiped my tears away, giving me a small comforting smile. I frowned then, my lips quivering. You shushed me, bringing my hands up to your mouth and giving them a kiss. You promised me you were there, and that you'd always be. A few minutes later, you hopped back into the passenger seat and told me that I could do this, even if I went less than ten miles an hour in this abandoned parking lot. Somehow, someway I actually drove. Afterwards we got froyo, and I still remember the absolute horrible stomach ache you got. We barely made it to my aunt's house, a few block's drive. You came out of the washroom, and instantly placed your hands on my cheeks, giving me a huge kiss. I remember smiling, and wrapping my hands around yours. We parted, and you told me right then and there. "There is no chance in hell baby you're not getting your permit now!" You playfully joked, and then we marched down to the DMV.

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And you're with that blonde girl

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September rolled around, and so did training camp. You weren't at the DMV like you had promised you'd be. You promised that you were going to fly out a week early just to come with me and be there. Yet, you were not. Then I drove down to downtown Denver, to spend a day in the city shopping before class and I saw you. And I saw her. I swallowed the tears that began to form, before I turned around and out of that coffee shop. Im certain, you noticed my hair as I whipped around.

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And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

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We were together from Feburary of that year, and seemingly broke up around the beginning of August, though I had no idea. You forgot to mention that part, Ty. I think back to the times of no clarity, times where I felt like I was walking on egg shells. Feeling like I had to be somebody different, though I wasn't good enough. You forgot to remember or failed to realize, how in love I was. But you knew. You knew how I felt, confessing the same exact thing to me. How did that change? How did I not become enough? It took me a few months to finally feel like I could breathe, without feeling guilty. It always felt like one step forward and three steps back. It was like I was the love of your life, then I wasn't.

It made me angry. How could you simply discard me? Was I know longer enough for you? You toyed with me for some time, got bored and dumped me without telling me? Or were we never what I thought we were? Gabe and Mel tried their hardest to be there for me, but you were his teammate; so he could only be there so much for me. Mel didn't understand and her and my sister would have conversations here and there. You Tyson, just didn't seem like the type to do that. Though, here we are. I just don't see how you could be ok with your best friend to slip away like that, or was I never your best friend?

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And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah

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I knew around Feburary, a year from when we started to date; everybody was tired about hearing him. How I would sometimes see him around town with that blonde girl. I knew they were tired hearing of how much I missed you. Though, they'd never understand. Mel and Gabe would never understand where I would come from. I felt sorry for them, that they'd never see that kid like freedom and kid like spontaneity from him. He'd always have to feel like he had to be 'on' around them, in order to be taken seriously.

They'd never know of him showing up to my sister's house at 9 am on a Sunday with coffee and a donut from the bakey down the street. Or the random brunch dates he would drag me to. Though, I always wanted to go. Free coffee, wouldn't you go? I took a gap year between my senior year of highschool and college, and that year was spent intandem with him. We would stay up to late talking with morning walks with coffee, and my sister and I's dog. We would run off to the zoo every so often, or to the Denver art museum, or one time we went to Breckenridge to ski and snowbaord. Though middway through, he found me in the lobby doing an 'Après-ski' but with hot coco and a croissant. He smiled at me, before giggling as he sat down in front of me at the coffee bar. Nobody knew the real Tyson, that so very few understood and witnessed. Despite, him dropping me like I was nothing; I'll be forever grateful for that time of freedom and childlike bliss with him.

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I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you

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Once I got my license, I used to drive to Mel and Gabe's a lot in order to babysit them. You and a teammate named Jt, moved into a townhouse near them and sometimes I'd take the long way to go past; always to see if you were home. I sometimes drive past the zoo, the museums, the canal where we cayaked, the coffee shops and places where we had brunch dates. The bowling alley where some teammbonding and better halves dates happened. There are some days that I just end up at a place, without thinking. Once I park, or catch the street signs; I then realize where im at. Then head home or someplace else. I still love you Ty, and unfortunetly I can't fucking stop. Im afraid I never will.

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I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

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There were SO many times we got stuck in traffic, where some of our deepest and most revealing conversations happened. Where some of our fights happened, too. So many times I find myself in the passenger seat, hoping that when I looked over to my sister in the drive's seat, it'd somehow be you. And vice versa. Before we started dating, and right after we met you wanted to take me to see the christmas lights around the city. On the 22nd before you left for home in BC. I smiled shyly, and nodded at the christmas party. We drove around the suburbs, looking at the lights before making our way towards the city. We got stuck in traffic ten minutes away from the zoo lights, and for the first time in my life, I felt incredibly connected to somebody my age.

After my parents died in the car accident, with me in the back seat; I always had trouble connecting with those around me because nobody understood what it was like going through something so life changing and horrific. So I kept to myself, especially the four years after. I finally made two friends, but other than that; I did not have anybody. Certaintly, no boy as a friend. You were my first friend guy friend, and that made me warm and fuzzy inside. In the most platonic and innocence way. I kept that hidden until late Feburary, and again no judgement or alternate thoughts came from you. You accepted that huge part of me, one that has forged a barrier between me and driving. Me and growing up as an adult, and moving on in life. I was always scared that when that happened, I'd be leaving a period of life, a chapter of life that my parents were not apart of. I was 14 when they died, and told myself I'd never drive in my lifetime. Then you came along. And while we sat in that traffic, as I struggled to hold it together, you made me laugh. You told me about growing up in BC, playing hockey, your little sister. Everything. How you were lucky to have JT through all of this, and that he was your bestfriend after only meeting him at training camp. For one of the first time's after the accident, I felt safe in a car. And it was because of you.

I reached out to you when the Pandemic began in March 2020, over a year since we had first met. Only seven months after you and I stopped talking, well you stopped talking. I simply just wanted to make sure you were safe, and to see how you were doing without hockey. I thought that you weren't gonna respond, then a crisp 2 minutes later you did. You told me how you were doing, how lonely you were feeling a week into being alone in the townhouse while JT went home to Chicago with his girlfriend. How upset that you were not able to secure a plane ride home to BC. And that you missed me. I remember pausing once that single message came in, and rereading it over and over again. I wouldn't cave though. He didn't deserve for me to cave. So I simply stated, 'me too.' And I left you on read for two more weeks.

After three weeks altogether, I got a facetime from you around 2 am Mountain time and you were having your first anxiety attack. I remember my heart beating out of my chest, not know what to do over the phone. Once you calmed down after about 10 minutes on facetime, you looked me in the eyes and apologized. Apologized for not only dropping me but how you treated me sometimes in our relationship. I nodded, thanking you. Yet, not givig him much to draw on. I again reiterated that I wished you the best, and hung up. I deleted out messages that sat at the bottom of my conversations list. I blocked your number, sighing a breath of relief. I needed that closure without realizing it.

Yet, he'd always be there with a thorn. You'd always have a sore spot in my heart but with a warning sign. Because you promised to be there, after everything we went through and how long it took me to get to said place; and you weren't there. Did you even love me, like I loved you?

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@herusername: got my license baby !!!!!

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@mel.landeskog: so proud of you honey!!!!

@sistersusername: so stinking proud of you. Mom and dad would be too🤍

@gabelandeskog: heck yes!!!! Got a new chauffeur now

@herusername: boy bye

@mel.landeskog: my (soul) sister got her licenses today. Never been so proud before, you’re gonna me an amazing aunt. I just know it. Also, a babysitter ;)

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@herusername: ahhh love u. Can’t wait to meet baby landeskog !!!

@bigh0rny: congrats little one 👊🏻

@tysonbarrie: congrats !!

@ryanoreilly: yay!

@natemackinnon: awesome party, why wasn’t I invited??

@bigh0rny: I would like to know why I wasn’t either

@sistersusername: best hype squad in the world

@mel.landeskog: totally !!

@vanessamorgan: ahh congrats baby girl!!!

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