#secret santa 🤭

[givemebackmypills]

loook what my fwiend gave me!!

[myokk]

70s au

[mandiemegatron]

𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖, 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖

𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝕩 𝕔𝕚𝕤!𝕗𝕖𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕: 𝟙𝟠+. 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 (𝕗𝕖𝕞. 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘), 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕪-𝕕𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕪 𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕦 🤭💖

𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎, 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏. 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙀 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏!

𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @wolfegoddess ! 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 🥺💖💋 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴, 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘠𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺!

Being the partner of Kaku meant keeping private was a must.

No one really knew you existed, but you knew it was for your own safety. Being part of CP9 was difficult enough for Kaku, but having a weakness, such as yourself, made the man incredibly anxious.

You sighed through your nose as your Den Den began ringing again, not even an hour after you'd already hung up on your lover. Rolling your eyes slightly, you lifted the receiver and drawled out,

“Yes, my love?”

There was silence on the other end before a soft chuckle rang through, the sound making your heart leap in your chest as you realized it was not Kaku on the other line.

“Y/N.”

Your jaw dropped in shock and nervousness, a shaky laugh leaving you as you nearly coughed out,

“Ah, Mr. Blueno sir, I am so sorry, I was not expecting your call.”

The Den Den frowned slightly, showing the expression of the man on the other line as he bit out jokingly,

“I couldn't tell.”

There was a more comfortable silence after a moment, your eyes unwavering from the Den Den Mushi as you finally asked,

“Is… is something wrong?”

Blueno cleared his throat gently before replying,

“Kaku asked me to check on you.”

You couldn't stop the slightly annoyed groan that left you, holding your burning face in a weak palm as you barely got out,

“I'm so sorry.”

There was confusion from the man as he asked,

“Why?”

You sighed softly through your nose before you replied,

“You have much more important things to do with your life, I know this for a fact.”

There was silence from Blueno for a moment before he commented lightly,

“You are important to Kaku, which makes you important to all of us. It's no bother.”

You frowned slightly, metaphorically holding your heart in your hands as it raced. It was rare for Blueno to speak to you, let alone to reassure you like this and it made you feel… special.

“... Thank you, sir.”

You could practically hear the amusement in his voice as he commented back,

“You're welcome. I'll call again soon, if he asks. Kaku apologizes for being so busy.”

You shook your head even though he couldn't see it, throwing your Den Den a soft look as you laughed slightly,

“I'm not bothered, truly. I know how important his job is, and I understand how hard it is. I'm not worried in the slightest.”

There was another moment of silence before you continued,

“... He always comes home. No matter what.”

Blueno gave a hum in response, clearly impressed with your answer.

“Enjoy your afternoon, Y/N.”

“You as well, sir. Thank you.”

Click.

Sighing to yourself, you hung up the receiver and fed your Den Den a piece of crisp lettuce, his favourite snack. Patting his little eyeballs gently, you then moved away from your comfy chair and decided to pass time with a bath, making your way to the washroom and grabbing a change of clothes on the way.

It wasn't long until you were resting comfortably in the bath, the tub filled to the brim with vanilla scented bubbles. You had your eyes closed, soft music playing from a radio off to the side. After what felt like at least an hour, you sat up and ran a lazy hand through your now soft hair, breathing a gentle sigh as you peeked your eyes open, only to shriek as you suddenly came face to face with someone.

Whipping a hand back, you punched out, quick and hard, just like Kaku taught you and you hit flesh, hearing a crash and a groan as you pulled yourself up from the tub. Breathing heavily, you peeked over the massive amount of bubbles and gasped in shock as you saw none other than Kaku laying on the floor, a dazed expression on his face with a red welt steadily growing on his cheek.

“You… did great, my love,” he croaked out, slowly, groaning to himself as he pulled himself into a cross-legged position. Your mouth dropped open in shock, staring at your lover (who was not due to be home for another few days, mind you) before you nearly leapt from the tub, tears and bubbles stinging your eyes as you crashed into him.

“You're home,” you blubbering out, pressing your naked and soaked body to his as you peppered his face with warm kisses. Strong arms wrapped around you and your favourite sound of chuckling met your ears as calloused fingers ran over your slippery back.

“I sure am, little filly mine.”

Sniffling with a sad frown, you stared up at him with wide eyes, confused though elated he was home so early.

“But… Mr. Blueno called… he said-”

Kaku laughed, his cheeks tinted pink as he stared back with a bright reply of,

“All part of the plan!”

He grinned and pulled you closer, pressing a hot kiss to your forehead before he murmured gently,

“And I think I pulled it off pretty well.”

You laughed in response, curling into him for a moment before pulling back, slightly embarrassed and flustered as you pulled him from the floor.

“I'm so sorry my love-” you started, only to be cut off as Kaku pulled you into a deep kiss, one of his hands cradling the back of your head. He pulled back for only a moment to reply softly,

“Never apologize for being on your toes. You did good, my darling.”

Next thing you knew, you were both back in the tub, your back pressed against his toned chest as he pressed butterfly kisses to the side of your face. You turned your head slightly and pressed a kiss to his nose, pulling a weak chuckle from him as one of his hands wandered lower.

Your head fell back against the front of his shoulder, cradled against the side of his face as his fingers pressed over your warmth.

“I'm going to make it up to you,” he murmured against your hair, his eyes shut as he breathed you in.

“You have nothing to make up for,” you replied just as softly, one of your hands moving to hold his face in your palm. He practically purred into your touch, a low rumble vibrating from his chest against your back.

“I've been away too long,” he continued, almost as if you hadn't even spoken. His fingers pressed into you, and your eyes rolled back, the familiar feeling of him filling you making your stomach filp and your heart stutter.

Kaku's voice held a tone of certainty as he promised,

“... I'm going to make it up to you.”

[skitskatdacat63]

Thank you f1 for being canon compliant and putting Fernando in his habitual Santa suit

[thefallenangel2008]

Soooo, since Christmas is coming up I got myself a little somethingggggg...🤭

Welcome to the family Dream!🥰

[moonpatroclus]

Ho ho ho!!!

Still one SuS to reveal and it's the naughty one ...

https://imgur.com/BSmlTru

A little sneak peek. 🤫😈🎅

STOP IT RIGHT NOWW I LOVE YOU

I’m screaming I’m so excited about this 🤭

[hearts4hansol]

Hello there! Here's your Carat Secret Santa wishing you a beautiful day/night ♥ and long live to JeongCheol

HI CARAT SECRET SANTA :DDD BEAUTIFUL DAY/NIGHT TO YOU TOO

[alwaysbethewest]

Heyo! Your Secret Santa here!

I know it's supposed to be a gift and therefore I shouldn't really tell you much LOL, but I really want this story to be one I hope you'll love. With that being said:

The one shot I've written you is for Frankie. I know one of your squicks was dwelling on insecurities, but the way I set up the story is built on Frankie's mental health post-South America (it's only to setup the story. South America is mentioned once and then implicitly referenced to once more). Additionally, he's not depressingly dwelling on his insecurities; it's more like he's overthinking -- and it's honestly only in moments here and there and not interwoven throughout the entire storyline. And the Reader is the one who extinguishes his overthinking every single time. In a way, I'd say it's *slight* angst (I always write a happy ending), but mainly, it's comfort from reader as well as all around fluffy and flirty interactions between the two.

Is this okay?

You're so thoughtful to check in 🥰 This sounds great! I'm excited to read it.

[blahblahbih]

No because I was about to ask the same thing!!!!!

Where is our secret Santa???

I really hope they give some actual meaningful gifts and not merch/junk/alcohol because some of last years’ gifts were terrible

What if George and max got each other 🫢

idk who cares, but where is this year's secret santa?? like do we even know if they did this?? usually it's in abu dhabi where all the drivers give the presents

[starchild--27]

Heyo, i'm your secret santa for the exo-l project! I look forward to getting to know you.

I'm kinda assuming you're Chanyeol biased from looking at your tumblr but please correct me if i'm wrong/let me know your bias! I'd love to know what you love about your bias too!

I'll likely be either writing fanfiction (either x reader or x another member) for a gift or making gifs so please let me know what you'd prefer! i'm happy to do whatever

I hope you're having a lovely day

from: 🎁

Hey there!! So happy to hear from you :D i love this little event a lot so i'm really looking forward to the next couple of months, hehe ^-^

(i tend to write really long answers at times so sorry in advance xD)

You are assuming correctly, the Chanyeol love is, umm, well, all over the place here xD i love tons of things about him really. first is probably all the love he carries himself: for everything concerning music, for his pets, for his friends, for life. he strikes me as a caring person who knows his own emotions very well and can process them into art, which is something i admire a lot in people. so yeah, when ever he is creating, that is him in "my favourite state". playing instruments, singing/rapping, being involved in some kind of creative process. all that. for example, i go absolutely batshit crazy over the "recording behind the scenes" videos we got for cream soda and hear me out. i love these glimpses we get of all of them really while they are doing such an part of their work.

i've also mentioned the pets already. nothing cuter than when he talks in baby language to his little puppy princess xDD i am melting away with a smile on my face just thinking about it xD

another thing i love is, let's say the bits of his personality that we as fans get to see. (not implying their are all just stage personas. i believe very much that what we see of them is true but you know, we see only the parts they want us to see. as it's only normal. anyway-) he is so effortlessly funny, he cheers me up a lot with the silly things he does because they are funny or bring him joy. it's the fact he can do both, you know? do the silliest shit with the members on stage one minute and hold a deeply emotional ment the next. which leads me to another thing i really love anout him (tho that's more about exo in general, really): all the chemistry they have with each other. they've known each other forever and i love that for them being around each other is as easy as breathing. there is a lot of sibling energy there, in both the funny and the deep sense, and it moves me to tears many times, for both the funny and the deep reasons. and i love chanyeol's place in this constellation a lot, a person who makes the mood, can joke around, can also take jokes easily and then again is a trusted friend who supports the ones close to him fiercely and in any way he can.

yeah, these are the main things i think that i love about him. i think last year i ended my little chanyeol speech with a phrase like "he carries so much warmth inside him and pours in into everything he does. also, he is pretty ♡" and i think that sums it up quite well xD

bonus (bc it came to mind just now): i absolutely adore the faces he makes while dancing. not in a mocking way or anything, i have the biggest respect for them pulling off these choreos while singing too. it's so hard! i just think he looks hella cute when he is focused on dancing and ... kinda loses control over his features xDD i also think he looks like a ... very tall fairy ... in some choreo moments (like in Thunder for example xD)

for my gift...ok, i'll try not to give the unsatisfactory answer of "i don't mind, i'll be happy with anything, just do whatever you feel like/have the time and inspiration for" (tho that point always stands, so it you find yourself in a creative slump for one thing, i wouldn't mind it at all if you "switched" to something that comes more easily to you, creatively speaking) - and i think i have never received gifs or a gifset for this event before. so i'll go with that ^-^

if you need some more info or details for that, always feel free to ask ^-^

nowwww, i also want to know a little more about you (if it doesn't give away the secret part of secret santa too much ofc xD). who is/are your bias(es)? what's your favourite thing about them? do you like other kpop groups besides exo? and what are some of your favorite songs (exo, kpop, or any other genres - your pick ^-^)

i hope you have/had a great day and you're doing alright :D

xoxo, selma 💫

[honey-lemon-goose]

hi key!!

it’s the day before valentine’s day~ i hope your bouquet is delivered to you safely on time tomorrow, and i hope you have the loveliest day aside from the flowers too. 🤍

thank you for the ateez recs!! i love wonderland and i can’t wait to check out the rest of the ones you listed!! and omg—please get into seventeen!! it’s so worth it! i told myself that i wouldn’t get into them because there’s 13 members and they have so much content that i’d never get through but that seriously is the best part. and i did get through almost all the content from over the years. in like a few months. 😭 but they’re seriously amazing!! i have a few recs as well, since you askeddd 🥸 pretty u, very nice, 20, mansae, don’t wanna cry (my all time favorite song), holiday, all my love, kidult, heaven’s cloud, imperfect love, don quixote, and cheers! but honestly—zero skip discography for sure.

and same omg!! that emo to kpop pipeline is crazy tbh… same with the one direction / 5sos to kpop. and i was all of those things at one point lol! i’m adding all of these songs to my playlist immediately, thank you so much for taking the time to list them for me :,) i appreciate it so much!!

as for other song recs, i’m really into the BSS (seventeen sub unit) album, caramel by 5sos, rock bottom by neck deep, getaway green by all time low, two weeks by grizzly bear, and the woman that loves you by japanese breakfast :))

i hope you have a lovely pre-valentine’s day, and i’ll see you for the reveal when the bouquet is delivered!!

— 🤍 (anon for the last time 😔)

Omg no problem for the song recs! I love recommending songs!!🥹💛 I shall dive into the seventeen rabbit hole!! Funny enough, I've been getting an influx of their content, too. Must be a sign🤔🤭 I'll definitely have fun listening to all the songs you recommend!! I'll definitely tell you my favorites!!! And yes, the emo to kpop pipeline is huge, and so is the one d/ 5 sos too (funny thing this one of my older brothers was a 1-d fan!! He was a little sad when they broke up, too!! And he has been a Justin Bieber fan since baby🤣💀) I'm very excited for the boutique reveal. Even though you won't be an anon anymore, I am excited to be moots😘💛 I hope you are having a lovely pre-valentine's day as well!! My pre-valentine's day has been alright! I got sick a couple days ago and am suffering with a cold😭 but my mom came and surprised me with peeps today!! Peeps are one of my favorite candies!(I hate marshmallows, too, and idk why I love peeps!?)

[grimmweepers]

— ☆ 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: alhaitham wants to cheer you up by giving you a cake but, much to his dismay, he discovers he’s not very good at baking

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: alhaitham x gn!reader, modern au, established relationship, fluff, slice of life, comfort, baking, you call him baby, he might be a lil ooc 1.2k wc. | masterlist

a/n: important!! this piece is for the @pixelcafe-network’s secret santa exchange and it is my gift to @ariiadnes <3 surprise little elf, i am your santa >:) hehe that was me on anon. i welcome anybody to enjoy it but i’m just prefacing that i wrote this with my little elf in mind so this is personalised and will include some details specific to our kay ^_^ thank you to the pixel cafe for organising something so sweet <3 happy holidays!

p.s there is an extra surprise at the end 🤭

The sudden clang of the rolling pin meeting the floor made Alhaitham pause mid-motion. He regarded the rogue tool with a glare as though it had a personal vendetta against him. If baking was a dance of trial and error, it appeared Alhaitham was hopelessly out of step.

This shouldn’t be so difficult, he thought, bending down to retrieve it with a sigh.

What had started as a bold plan to cheer you up was devolving into a textbook case of kitchen disaster. His countertops bore signs of his struggle: a battlefield of flour, sticky smears of frosting, and a timer that had long since been silenced, marking the hours he had spent here. A slightly concerning scent wafted from the oven, where a deflated Snoopy cake mocked his attempts, its ears drooping in defeat.

All his brilliance yet his intellect failed him in the kitchen. The art of baking required nuances he hadn’t yet mastered—the understanding of texture, temperature, and timing. These were variables that no theorem or formula could solve. He glanced at the instructional video on his phone, the cheerful baker’s voice grating against his fraying patience.

‘Step one: don’t overfill the pan,’ he recited in his head, lips thinning as he stared at the mess in the oven. “A bit late for that.”

His phone buzzed, pulling him from his brooding. It was a message from you:

“Done for the day! Heading home soon. Love you <3.”

Alhaitham paused, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. He could easily picture the exhaustion in your face as you typed the message. You’d been weathering the storm of clinical rotations, coursework, and sleepless nights to reach the summit of your master’s program. He’d witness you lose sleep over exams, spend weekends buried in textbooks, and wake before dawn to attend hospital shifts.

He’d also notice the fatigue in your voice, how you napped more often to catch up on rest, and the stress you tried to hide when things got overwhelming.

Even in your exhaustion, you still managed to grace him with a smile. There was something admirable about how your heart endured, how you found space for joy despite the weight you carried. He knew he couldn’t ease your responsibilities, but he could remind you that you weren't facing it all alone.

His gaze shifted to the Snoopy figurine he’d bought for inspiration, perched on the counter like a silent overseer of this culinary misadventure. No turning back now.

Alhaitham began to roll up his sleeves and pick up the piping bag.

For you, he was willing to stumble through every misstep.

Drawing Snoopy’s outline with frosting proved no easier than taming the batter. Alhaitham leaned in close, expression sharpening, and the tip of his tongue peeked out in concentration (a face no one but you might ever see from him). As he worked, his mind whispered doubts, yet his hands persisted.

Steadfast, if imperfect.

———

By the time you stepped through the front door, the scent of burnt sugar lingered in the air. The apartment, to your surprise, looked untouched—eerily pristine, even. Nothing seemed to have moved ever since you left the house this morning. 

No hint of chaos. Yet.

“Haitham~?” you called out, kicking off your shoes. “What’s that smell? Did you… light a candle or something?”

“In the kitchen,” came his reply, his voice betraying none of his current predicament.

You rounded the corner, and the first thing you noticed upon entering was the stillness. Alhaitham stood near the counter, as composed as always, except for the flour dusting his hair and a smear of frosting on his cheek.

The second thing you noticed was the cake. Or what you assumed was meant to be a cake. Snoopy, your beloved Snoopy, lay immortalised in wobbly frosting on an uneven base. His ears drooped, and his face was just crooked enough to be endearing.

“Haitham?” you asked, placing your bag down carefully. “What… What happened here? Did Snoopy get caught in a blizzard?”

Alhaitham’s neutral expression didn’t falter, though his ears turned a light shade of pink. “It’s a cake,” he deadpanned. “Not a sculpture. Artistic liberties were necessary.”

That was all it took. You doubled over, laughter spilling from your lips like a bubbling brook. “You made this? For me?”

“Yes,” he said simply, the word softened by his sincerity. “You’ve been overworking yourself. I thought you might enjoy this.”

Your laughter melted into something warmer, and you stepped closer with a glow in your chest, inspecting the cake with a fond smile. “I didn’t know you could bake.”

“I can’t,” he admitted flatly. “And I don’t plan to pursue it further. The kitchen may never recover.”

"But you look so handsome covered in frosting." You reached up, gently touching the mess on his cheek. “You’ve got a little something here.”

Not wasting another second, you pressed a kiss to the smudge, tasting a bit of sugar on your tongue. His breath caught, just barely, and you pulled back with a grin.

“There,” you said playfully. “All cleaned up.”

His lips parted slightly as if to retort, but you didn’t give him the chance. You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing circles of flour on his skin. “Did my baby work hard on this cake?”

Alhaitham blinked, caught entirely off-guard by your tone. “I wouldn’t use the term hard,” he huffed slightly, a crack in his usual demeanor under your doting affection. 

“Oh, but you did,” you teased, brushing your nose against his. “Worked so hard, just for me. My thoughtful, talented boyfriend.”

He sighed, a long exhale that felt more like surrender than irritation. “If you keep that up, you might convince me it was worth the mess.”

You beamed, leaning up to kiss him properly this time, imprinting your gratitude on his lips. “I already know it was. You’re the sweetest, you know that?”

His ears darkened further, and he turned his attention to the counter as if it had become the most fascinating object in the room. “The cake might taste otherwise.”

“Stop being modest,” you said, grabbing the knife. “Come on. Let’s taste your masterpiece.”

His hand covered yours before you could cut into it. “Be gentle with it. It’s barely holding together.”

You chuckled, nudging him. “Sounds a bit like me during finals actually.” Alhaitham was clearly amused by your comparison, lips quirking as you looked at him.

When you cut into the cake, the sound of the knife meeting its layers fills the space. You served a piece, taking a bite before offering your verdict. “Hmm.” You hummed thoughtfully, watching his expression tighten.

“Well?” he asked, the question almost reluctant.

You grinned and reached for his hand, squeezing it. “It’s perfect. Just like you.”

He raised his brow at the sentiment but you caught the way his grip mirrored your squeezing. “I think your standards are too forgiving,” he replied.

“Not at all,” you said earnestly, setting your fork down and stepping closer. “It means everything to me, Alhaitham. Thank you.”

For once, words faltered and fell away, replaced by the gentle press of his forehead against yours. At that moment, the world seemed to pause, and the chaos of frosting, cake, and his flour-coated hands faded into nothingness. In their place was something simpler, something truer—his love for you that spoke volumes without a single syllable.

bonus gift: some silly visuals 🫶

a/n: i was a little nervous about this because kay, you already write so beautifully. i truly hope this was to your liking 🥺💖 congrats again on completing your masters program. i hope your certification exam goes/went well 💖

© 2024 grimmweepers — do not repost, copy, translate, modify my work on any platform.

divider: @/adornedwithlight

[yaralulu]

This was like a mini interview; thank you so much for putting it together!! I really had to think for some of these questions hehe.

1. What are some of your favorite shows/movies?

Some of my favorite shows are: The Vampire Diaries, House MD, Interview with the Vampire,Greys Anatomy, Tell Me Lies, Criminal Minds and Hannibal. Lengthy list LOL.

2.What are your favourite books?

I only started reading books less than a year ago so I haven’t read much and nothing amazing really LOL. So this list is embarrassing to say the least BUT I’m working on it!! I’m a big fan of the “The Hunger Games” books, “The Serpent and the Wings of Night”, and ngl the first acotar book LOL.

3. What about movies?

I’m not huge on movies (more of a show person) but “The Hunger Games” movies have a very special place in my heart. A few of the marvel movies as well, specifically “Spider-man: No Way Home” and “Captain America and The Winter Soldier.”

4. Why is Tamcien your favourite ship over other ACOTAR ships?

Ok this this is something I can ramble about hehe. I absolutely love how complicated their relationship is and how despite everything they’re still trying to make it work. like the odds are completely against them but they refuse to let go of one another. They clearly hold so much love for each other and the amount of loyalty Lucien specifically has towards Tamlin just does something to me. I genuinely view them as two ppl who cannot exist without the other (and there’s a slightly toxic element to this which i thoroughly enjoy. SUE ME). I also love all the history they have together and how that history shows as they interact and when they talk about each other. They simply know the other person like the back of their hand. They need each other.

5. Do you ship Tamlin with other characters? What about Lucien?

I ship these two with half of the damn characters 😭. Tamsand/ Tamris/ Feylin. Elucien/ Luzriel/Lucnes. I’m a multishipper to my coreee.

6. Who are your non-ACOTAR otps?

I had to dig DEEP to remember some of these. Dazai/ Chuuya from BSD, Childe/Zhongli from Genshin Impact, Dabi/Shigaraki from MHA, Stefan/ Elena, Klaus/Caroline, Captain America/ Bucky (omg??? i’m unlocking memories), Levi/Erwin from AOT.

ok i’m done

7. What is a Tamcien premise you never got around to writing but is on your list?

Any scenario in which Tamlin shifts into a female or he shifts Lucien into a female and they have very hot sex 😄.The smut would be outrageously hot like walk with me here.

8. Which of your fics are you most fond or most proud of?

Is it naughty if I say something I’ve yet to post 🫣? bc it’s totally something I’ve yet to post but you’ll see it in two weeks time i swear!!

9. As a writer, what is something that you enjoy when reader other fics?

Good dialogue/banter!! Especially when it comes to characters like Lucien who have that sort of witty personality and comebacks. I love tension, whether it’s sexual or not. I want to be gnawing at my screen when I’m reading. Like fully giggling and kicking my feet. Or screaming and crying.

10. What is your favourite fanfic of all time? If you have many, please share them! For research...

This is my fav topic ever. I’m gonna list out the same ones I did for the tamlinweek post bc they really are my favorites!! Colors in a Dead Garden by fourteentrout (i think about this fic like 7 times a day no joke. cannot recommend it enough). Soap Bubble by SorcerySmithereens. Hedonism by A_ Chaotic_Human. A strange thing happened the night of the High Lord meeting by umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

I feel like these will show you exactly my taste in fics fr.

11. What is a fanfic that surprised you? Why?

Am i allowed to say something that’s not tamcien or tamlin related bc…Rhysand Is The Most Handsome High Lord... by the_darkestminds takes the cake for sure. No words just read this for yourself.

12. What is your favourite NSFW dynamic? Any favourite kinks?

Everyone look away! I enjoy a clear dom/sub dynamic. Dirty talk is very sexy to me, whether it’s Praise/degradation I don’t have a preference. Bondage and exhibitionism is also very hot lol. Hair pulling, biting, light name calling. Yep.

13. Do you think you know the identity of your secret santa? hihi

GENUINELY NO CLUE. I had my guesses at first but nothing rn. I’m very very curious 🙏

14. Quick, if Tamcien adopted a pet together, what would they name it? Don't think, just name!

muffin (???? terrible name)

15. Do the same thing, but for a Tamcien baby, quick quick!

oliver (??? EVEN WORSE)

16. What about favourite anime? If you didn't name anime OTPs above, share them here too!

Ahh I love animes. Some of my favorites are: My Hero Academia , Given, Bungou Stray Dogs, Attack on Titan, Haikyuu!

17. Do you ever think of Tamlin and Lucien in lingerie?

Not until this very moment omg?? I think that’d be hot and I see the vision.

18. What's your favourite color?

Purple and pale pink!!

19. Do you have a Lucien or a Tamlin fancast?

I really don’t like thinking of them as real ppl in my head, it kinda ruins the experience for me LOL. But sam reid would be my Tamlin fancast but I honestly have never seen anyone who reminds me of Lucien.

20. Do you accept early gifts?

Ofc! I don’t mind!!

21. How willing are you to adventure with me with this gifts?

VERYYY WILLING!! I’m very excited to go through this with you.

hi @yaralulu, i made this questionnaire for u to help me with ur gift!!

What are some of your favourite shows/movies?

What are your favourite books?

What about movies?

Why is Tamcien your favourite ship over other ACOTAR ships?

Do you ship Tamlin with other characters? What about Lucien?

Who are your non-ACOTAR otps?

What is a Tamcien premise you never got around to writing but is on your list?

Which of your fics are you most fond or most proud of?

As a writer, what is something that you enjoy when reader other fics?

What is your favourite fanfic of all time? If you have many, please share them! For research...

What is a fanfic that surprised you? Why?

What is your favourite NSFW dynamic? Any favourite kinks?

Do you think you know the identity of your secret santa? hihi

Quick, if Tamcien adopted a pet together, what would they name it? Don't think, just name!

Do the same thing, but for a Tamcien baby, quick quick!

What about favourite anime? If you didn't name anime OTPs above, share them here too!

Do you ever think of Tamlin or Lucien in lingerie!

What's your favourite color?

Do you have a Lucien or a Tamlin fancast?

Do you accept early gifts?

How willing are you to adventure with me with this gift(s) :3

[beiasluv]

christmas spirit’s | f1 grid

a/n: super rushed but enjoy 💀💀

ynfannss

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ynfannss NOT CHARLES BEGGING FOR YN TO TAKE THAT PICTURE AS HIS SECRET SANTA PRESENT

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carlossainz55 ¡feliz navidad! from the sainz’s 🎄

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username ikr???

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alex_albon wishing everyone a very happy christmas from the albons!

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username WHERE IS THE PARTY MISTA

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yourinsta she was a fairy 🤭🤭

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username so bf??? 🤭😭😭😭

username WHAT IS HAPPENING

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username so…the party?

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f1gossips photos of the F1 Christmas party parties last night were leaked. lando norris comfirmed as the party host and special guests of carlos sainz, nico hulkenburg, max verstappen, pierre gasly, kika gomes, yn ln, and charles leclerc himself. monte carlo confirmed.

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ngl guys, I actually finished the mark webber one first and then the poll shifted 👹👹👹👹

if you guys enjoyed it, any interaction would be appreciated. if not, then why the fuck not? 😘

today’s a great day to get out and take care of yourself 🫶

[ssahotchnerr]

hiii!!! i have a little christmas hotch idea for you🥹 the bau doing the secret santa thing and you get hotch! you put alot of thought into his gift and he is so touched when he opens it🥹 the bau had done it in the past but whenever someone got hotch they didn't really know what to get him so he would always end up with a new tie or a mug that says something like worlds best boss but then he sees what you got him and his heart melts🥺 there's no established relationship but you're both pining for eachother so hard.maybe hotch also gets you and was nervous he put TOO much thought into your gift but when he sees you did the same thing he feels better about it

love your writing btw it's always so comforting<3

🥹🥹🥹🥹 thank you my sweet!!!!

when the team was choosing names, you were nearly besides yourself with nerves because you wanted to pick aaron so. badly. <333 you thought perhaps after having a crush on him forever and not knowing how to act on it, or if you should even act on it, this would somehow be an opening to introducing something more. you felt crazy for thinking this way, but crazier things have happened, so who knows???

you were hopeful, but you also didn't think you would pick him 😭 your odds weren't the greatest, choosing him wasn't guaranteed, so you were stressing big time. you found yourself literally crossing your fingers behind your back 😭

hehe BUT your heart literally did jumping jacks when you unfolded your paper and saw his name 🥹!!!!!!! you tried your hardest to not visibly react, to be as nonchalant as the others after they picked - you had to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep from smiling 🥰 but, your cheeks couldn't help but blush as well 🤭

emily, who had been suspicious about your feelings for aaron, (she's noticed your lingering stares, being flustered whenever you interacted with him, and so on) teasingly said "oh, happy with your choice?" 🤭🤭🤭😏😏😏😏

you merely shrugged in response🤭, all while avoiding eye contact with aaron and then hurrying away LOL 😭🥹 but meanwhile, aaron was stealing glances at you 👀💞 hoping he'd pick you, or you had picked him. you weren't the only one wishfully thinking 🫢

and so, the perfect gift hunting began!!! you wanted to get him something that was special, but not overly special, so you were overthinking it tons. just... what do you get your very highly attractive boss, who you've had a crush on forever.

so you decide on something that makes him feel seen 🥹 as team leader and just being Hotch, he's overlooked in a way because he's in that more authoritative role - he may be team leader, but he's still part of the 'team' if that makes sense. you wanted to give him the reminder 🥺

hehe your affection for aaron really came in handy - you've paid way more attention to him, to what he says, and more as a result. so you use that as an advantage and your gift guide 🥰 a few ideas - the coffee pot in his office stops working? you get him a new one. on the jet, he mentions how disorganized his go-bag can be, so you get him packing cubes to help sort/keep things together. aaron says there's a band he really likes and a while back he said he got a record player, you get him the vinyl <333 and to complete your gift, you get aaron his favorite candy 🥹 (which he never verbally said he liked!!! you've seen him eating it numerous times before🥹)

they're small things, but they're meaningful, and aaron is beyond shocked when he opens your gift 🥹🥹🥹 he's touched, and is taken aback (in a good way of course💞🥰) by the fact you listen. you really listen.

AHHH the smiles you give each other afterwards 🥰🥰🥰🥰 spencer is now giving his gift to jj, and your and aaron's eyes find each other 🥹 hehe hearts are practically shooting out of his eyes as his lips turn upwards soooo sweetly and you could melt right there 🥹 (and emily is just 👀 at the two of you). he says "thank you" again, one only you can hear 🥹

and if aaron were to have you for secret santa!!!! it's vice versa, he listens to you - he knows what you like, and you had no idea he listened to what you thought were silly little rambles 🥰🥰💞 he's paid attention, which blows you away because maybe, just maybe?, he feels something too <333

💞 hehe who knows, maybe you'll get a new year's kiss at penelope's end of year party 🫢 it's the start of something new <333

[forsaire]

A MacTavish Christmas

When Soap can't make it home for Christmas, Ghost plans a surprise and brings Christmas to him. (~2k)

It's me @emmster! 🤭🤭

Here is your secret santa gift! I hope you enjoy how utterly, disgustingly sweet it is 💚💖

Ao3 link

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Soap had always made it home for Christmas, it was something he spoke about with warm pride. No matter where he was or how late a flight he had to take or when the last time he slept was, he was always there for Christmas morning. He was always there in his mum’s arms who would pepper him with kisses until he had to pry her arms off him, always handing out messily wrapped gifts with newspaper and anything he could find last minute to his siblings, always letting his nieces and nephews climb all over him in their excitement to have Uncle John’s attention.

He'd been especially excited the week leading up to it, his energy both infectious and exhausting. Ghost often found himself listening in content silence as Soap spoke about his fond memories of the traditions the MacTavish family had been doing for years.

On Christmas day, they hid the baby Jesus figurine somewhere in the house for the kiddos to find and whoever did got to return him to the manger, finishing the nativity scene. They always had these amazingly fresh croissant rolls to eat with dinner that everyone adored, and which one year almost caused World War III when they were accidentally forgotten. Soap’s mum had decided that decorating the Christmas tree would remain a family affair. After all the kids moved out, she waited until everyone came back together so they could put the ornaments on the tree together just like they always used to do as kids, reminiscing at the memories and laughing at the poorly decorated ones.

Ghost enjoyed listening to Soap ramble on, sharing his own family with Ghost even if just in colourful stories. Ghost didn’t have his own, not anymore, so he let Soap paint the picture for him. Soap smiled and Ghost savoured the way his eyes crinkled as they lit up.  

But that smile was stolen.

It was at the end of a debrief, Price giving the men a heads up about an urgent meeting coming up – illegal arms trading hands in preparation for an attack on one of the embassies halfway across the world. But the mission had landed in their lap and it was up to them to stake it out and prevent the meeting from happening.

“We leave at the crack of dawn,” Price finished saying. “0500 hours. Five days from now.”

Five days.

Ghost could see Soap’s face fall as the numbers aligned in his head.

Christmas day.

Soap had gotten lucky all these years, he knew he had. He had leave fall over the Christmas break, or he’d been able to make arrangements with other soldiers, or when he joined the 141 Price had given them the time off, or the world seemed to slow down for a couple days and they simply weren’t needed.

But not this time.

Soap’s disappointed eyes dropped, his lips downturned into a faint frown. He didn’t say anything, there wasn’t anything to say. Nothing would matter whether it came from Soap, or Ghost, or Gaz, or anyone else.

They had a job to do. Service above self.

And Ghost had to watch that heartbroken face all the way back to their room.  

For as much good as Soap put into the world, he deserved better. They saw the worst of the world 364 days a year, and still Soap was able to remain optimistic, warm-hearted, kind.

He deserved better.

So that night, Ghost found himself in Price’s office, a suggestion falling from his lips that he needed some help with organizing. And with a nod and a grunt – the greatest level of acceptance he was ever going to get out of Price – he received a promise that Price would help.

And the days went by, that subtle spark that was always inside Soap continuing to remain dim, his disappointment hurting Ghost because he knew he couldn’t do anything to fix it. As Christmas day slowly approached, Ghost began to worry a bit more that his plan wouldn’t come in on time.

But then, Christmas Eve, 11:30pm.

A knock on the door jolted both of their heads up from where they sat on their separate beds, Soap looking up from his drawing and Ghost looking up from his book.

“MacTavish,” a muffled voice called out from behind the door. “You have a package.”

Furrowed brows glanced over at Ghost in surprise before flicking back to the door. He put his notebook down and walked over to it, Ghost following a few steps behind. When he opened the door, his eyes were pulled downwards.

Sitting in front of them was a cardboard box, 2 feet long, 1 foot wide and tall. It was hastily wrapped with packing tape on both ends, looking as though it had just come from a warehouse. On top of that box was another smaller one, half the size, this one decorated in striped Christmas wrapping paper.

Incredulous eyes glanced at Ghost again to try and find an answer. Ghost simply gestured towards the packages.

Soap pulled the boxes inside and closed the door.

He took out his pocketknife and expertly slid the blade across the tape to break the seal. He flipped open the top and reached into the dark box.

The branches flopped open as he pulled it from the box, expanding as if taking a breath. Faint shock rippled across Soap’s face as he glanced down at what he was holding.

A small Christmas tree only two feet tall, the synthetic pine needles dense, and a bright red base attached to the bottom.

“Uhh…” Soap breathed out as he put the tree on the table. He then turned his attention to the smaller wrapped box.

He carefully tore the wrapping paper off to reveal a standard sized postal box. Soap untucked the tab and opened up the lid. On the very top was a handwritten note, the bright green crinkle cut packing paper surrounding it in all directions.

Soap picked up the note.

“This…” he said quietly, “this is my Ma’s writing…”

He began to read the note out loud.

Hi love,

Ma here, hoping you have a Merry Christmas. We were all looking forward to seeing you, the kids especially. I know you can’t be with us this year and I know how disappointed you were, but we all understand that your job means you have more people that rely on you than just us. And that’s okay.

We’ll miss you dearly, but I hope wherever you are, you can still have a MacTavish Christmas. On Christmas morning, we will decorate the tree in your absence and I hope you get to do the same too.

Come visit when you can. I’ll be waiting to spoil you rotten with my cooking. I love you, mo chridhe.

“P.S., thank Simon for the idea-”

Soap whipped his head up to look at Ghost, his eyes quickly then glancing into the box which was stacked with ornaments. His mouth dropped open a sliver.

“These…” he said incredulously, picking one up, “these are mine. From back home. These are some of the one’s my Ma has. You…”

Soap’s eyes softened as he glanced at Ghost.

Ghost’s smile was warm but reserved. He picked up one of the ornaments, an old looking reindeer made from construction paper, googly eyes, and pipe cleaners.

“You said it was tradition that the MacTavish’s decorate their tree on Christmas day,” he replied tenderly, hanging the reindeer onto one of the branches. “I wanted you to still be a part of it this year. I know it’s technically Christmas Eve, but…”

Soap’s expression had melted into grateful disbelief, touched beyond belief at Ghost’s words. His eyes shimmered as he stared up at Ghost softly.

“Now c’mon,” Ghost said quietly. “Let me see what embarrassing family ornaments you have in here.”

Soap continued looking at Ghost for a few more moments, the weight of all his attention like a warm blanket wrapped around Ghost’s shoulders. Then, he smiled, Ghost’s life being ignited with that spark yet again.

Soap reached into the box and pulled another ornament out, smiling down at it sentimentally before slipping the ribbon around one of the branches to hang it on the tree. They slowly decorated the tree, Ghost barely paying attention to what the ornaments were. No, he was focused on the way Soap’s eyes lit up upon recognizing them, sometimes laughing, sometimes crinkling his eyes happily, something cringing.

“This one,” Soap said, holding up a small picture in a golden-rimmed frame with a young boy inside. He had a round face, crooked teeth, and the same familiar blue eyes. “This one was made in after school daycare. But as a kid I didn’t realize my Ma gave them the photo herself. But she still acted so shocked and thrilled to receive it from wee John.”

“Oh, and this one!” Soap held up a snowman wearing a t-shirt with the Greek flag on it.  “I got this one on a family trip to Greece.”

Soap’s eyes suddenly faltered in reminiscence. He picked up a ceramic dog, the golden retriever peeking its head out of a wreath, the name Baxter on top with the year 2015 on its collar. “This was my childhood dog. He was the best…”

Soap then widened his eyes as he reached into the box again. He pulled out a giraffe wearing a Santa hat made up of a bunch of thin, cylindrical beads that stood on top of a blue base.

“Ghost,” Soap said seriously, holding it out in between them. “I need you to shoot this giraffe.”

Ghost’s air pistol immediately became unsheathed and he levelled it at the giraffe, the muzzle hovering just a few inches away.

“Goodbye old friend…” Ghost lamented before pulling the trigger. His hand jolted up slightly at the recoil as the bullet was fired.

Soap pressed his thumbs into the base from underneath, causing the taut string that the beads sat on to suddenly go slack.

“Gah!” Soap let out, mimicking the sound of getting hit as the giraffe instantly flopped over. After a second, he let go of the button and the giraffe bounced back up, resurrected once again. He pressed the button several times, watching it flop over and over.

Soap giggled. It was so stupid, but Ghost succumbed to Soap’s joy and also found himself laughing at the floppy giraffe, the feeling light and freeing.

With his own smile plastered onto his face, he listened as Soap recounted some of the ornament’s stories. Or they simply laughed at the wonky one’s clearly made by a dumb child. Glittery pinecones, felt mittens, marker drawings on sheets of wood, one with Santa’s bare ass entirely on display, fancier snowflakes and bobbles.

And before he knew it, Ghost’s watched beeped twice, something it did at midnight every night. The tree was crowded with ornaments, some of the branches teetering under the weight. Soap looked down at Ghost’s watch, also familiar with what that beep meant.

Ghost leaned over to peer into the box, it now just a mess of crinkled paper. But peeking out from underneath the stuffing was something shining, yellow. Ghost reached in and pulled it out, shaking away the loose paper.

It was a star tree topper, its miniature size perfect to fit onto their miniature tree. Ghost stuck the curling base onto the top of the tree. It slanted slightly and he adjusted it with a finger nudge to sit up straight. Once he was sure it wouldn’t fall over, he turned back to Soap.

Soap was watching him with indescribable tenderness, an inkling of a smile lingering warmly on his face.

“There’s another MacTavish tradition I haven’t told you about…” he said softly, his voice low and quiet, his words just for the two of them.

“Yeah?” Ghost asked. “What’s that?”

Soap stepped closer, enough to send Ghost’s heart leaping into his throat. He was so close, all he had to do was reach out, he could pull Soap in by the waist, press them together.

Soap’s eyes flickered down to Ghost’s lips.

“The person who puts the star on gets a kiss…”

Then without hesitation, he leaned in, inching up slightly on his toes and pressing their lips together.

As soon as those lips were on him, Ghost’s mind blanked, whisking him away from reality until there was nothing else but the two of them. Ghost immediately melted into the kiss, his soul overwhelmed with relief after having suffered with yearning for so long.

Ghost wrapped his arm around Soap’s waist, easily pulling him as if they’d done it a million times before. Soap’s hand reached up and grabbed at Ghost’s shoulders, locking them in place.

It was beyond anything Ghost could have imagined, butterflies exploding in his stomach, and lights dancing behind his eyelids, and softness greater than anything he had felt. He was dizzy for a second as he felt himself reorient. Then, stillness. Every part of himself pointed at Soap.

Their kiss ended far too soon – though Ghost could have taken those lips forever and never gotten tired of them – and Soap gently rest their foreheads together. His hand cupped the side of Ghost’s face, such tenderness single handedly repairing the deep cavern that had torn Ghost’s heart open long ago.

His thumb gingerly rubbed back and forth.

“Merry Christmas, Simon…” he said softly.

Ghost couldn’t hold himself back and he searched desperately for Soap’s lips once again, finding salvation in their warmth. Soap chuckled and wrapped his arms around Ghost’s neck, happily sighing into the kiss as well.